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l0velylecter · 1 year

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shining like gun metal, cold and unsure — könig / f!reader

HE TOLD YOU IT FELT LIKE HIS HEART WAS COLLAPSING ON ITSELF. Followed by light-headedness and the need to sit down, König made it sound like you gave him a stroke. Stendhal syndrome, he calls it. A psychosomatic phenomenon where an object of great beauty overwhelms a person to the point of sickness. Shy and unconvinced, you drop your gaze. Seizing the rare moments when he has his hood up to the bridge of his nose, you trace your fingers across his cheeks, asking him if he really found you that beautiful.

“ Natürlich,” He whispered, breath hitching in his throat, “ You consume me, häschen.”

summary : war and art are best observed from a distance ; and yet König finds himself drawn to your beauty, as he is to all things dangerous. [ told through snippets + each scene inspired by a painting ] pairing : könig / f! reader fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii rating : m for mature and suggestive themes, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) warnings : brief mentions of injuries tags : afab! reader, female parts, könig being absolutely down bad for you, references to art history / pieces, he doesn’t actually have this aesthetic sickness he’s just trying to rizz you, size difference, tender love making, he gives off the vibe as someone who’d get infatuated ( not in a toxic way tho lol ), told in parts, small details about reader like wearing earrings mentioned, mild background for reader nothing complex. word count : 1.3k note : font is normal sized under the cut ! song used for inspiration : art deco by lana del rey

01| He couldn't pull his eyes away. In rapt attention, he observed the slight tilt of your head, the flutter of your eyelids, and the tremble of your bottom lip. Even when your cheeks were stained with soot and grime, sporting a small, thin cut that burned bright red, you still rendered him speechless. Tears were sliding down your chin. König was never good with people, never good with words. But when you were shivering next to him, frozen in shock — how could he not try?

He dragged his thumb experimentally over your fingers, testing the waters. You lifted your head to meet his eyes for the first time, and König instinctively looked away, overwhelmed, intimidated. So he settled for cradling your hands, hoping it would ease the fear off your body.

And when your fingers curved around his, gentle like a scallop shell, smooth as a pearl, he let out a shaky sigh: a half gasp that sent you smiling.

02| It was strange to finally have a face to accompany a name that has always been there: on every contract, every license, every delivery— your small and neat signature would end each sentence like a punctuation mark. An anonymous benefactress, hidden in plain sight. But now, you were speaking on the phone five meters from him, brows furrowed and shoulders slouched. He can sense the worry rolling off you in echoes, and even as he dragged the cloth over the nozzle of his sniper, he kept his gaze glued on you. The pearl earrings clipped against your ear, shining as you turned around. Your eyes glided over his, doing a double take. Curious. Caught in the act, König didn't bother hiding it. Your eyes trailed down the arch of his nose and the chapped skin of his lips, and he realised then that his hood was dangling across his nose. With half his face bared to you, his right hand instinctively flew to rub his stubble, nails scraping the dried gunpowder. The person on the other line called for your attention. Once. Twice. But you were too busy staring back, fingers unconsciously ghosting across your lips. That was his cue to duck his head and pack his gear, leaving you to continue your conversation.

03| König pulled you out of the water, hoisting you to the shore with one arm around your waist. In the background, his company scrambled to get water out of their lungs, some rushing past him to salvage whatever gear they had left. Yet the world fell on deaf ears to König, focused on how you were limp and draped over his chest, numb and cold.

He pressed his lips against yours, administering two rescue breaths. And he repeated the motion, sealing your mouth over his to blow. When you remained limp, he undid your bulletproof vest, removing the already tattered and soaking shirt underneath to press an ear above your sternum: hoping, praying, for a heartbeat.

With an index finger beneath your ear, he continued with compressions, pace growing sloppy with each second.

Then you started to cough, gasping for air. A few seconds passed where all you could hear was the sea crashing in on itself: the bird, the wind, the rise and fall of his chest. Ignoring the taste of metal and salt on your tongue, you chose to gaze up at him.

It was as if someone had turned the lights on. The tides came to lift the curtains, sweeping away his mask to reveal his face. Drops of seawater from his hair trickled down your cheek.

When the team found you, König had wrapped a dark, dry cloak over both your bodies to chase away from the cold. With his hand swung protectively across your shoulder, fingers tugging the fabric to cover your bare chest, you sink further into his half-embrace. Even when you were both kneeling, with his size, König covered you: his warmth already taming the goosebumps. The entire time he had his eyes on you, checking, guarding. Without his sniper hood, his pupils shined clearly, a reflection of the sea behind you. A gust of smoke flew overhead, whatever remained of your plane sinking into the waves. The flowers crept from the fields ahead, blooming in between your knees.

04|The straight razor made a light clink as you lowered it next to the sink, and in the small space of the single-spaced bathroom, you leaned forward to reach for the towel behind his head — his forehead brushing against your ear. You ran your hand over his face, patting the wet cloth gently, checking if the water was warm. And underneath your fingertips, König bloomed: leaning against your touch and chasing after it when you retracted your arm. Outside the window, the clouds began to oppress the sun as it set over the horizon, casting dark, blue shadows over the two of you.

“ You look handsome,” You whispered, earning a small, bashful smile. Beneath your palm, you traced the scars that littered across König's face.

He raised his hand to dwarf yours. Even in this position, with him seated across you, he didn’t have to look up to reach your eye level.

“ And you’re beautiful.”

He told you it felt like his heart was collapsing on itself. Followed by light-headedness and the need to sit down, König made it sound like you gave him a stroke. Stendhal syndrome, he calls it. A psychosomatic phenomenon where an object of great beauty overwhelms a person to the point of sickness. Shy and unconvinced, you drop your gaze. Seizing the rare moments when he has his hood up to the bridge of his nose, you trace your fingers across his cheeks, asking him if he found you that beautiful.

“ Natürlich,” He whispered, breath hitching in his throat, “ You consume me, häschen.”

“ Consume you?”

“Ja. All of me.”

The words came out like a confession, a breath of devotion — reverent and akin to worship. And then, you were kissing him. Two comets stuck in orbit finally colliding, collapsing.

His mouth tasted like when the sky finally breaks to relieve the earth of the heat: cooling, soothing. The first rain in spring. His tongue was eager and heavy against your open mouth. König inhaled the little noises you made, answering in low, long groans, hands desperate against your waist as they pulled you flush against his bare chest. The rain outside growing louder by the minute.

05| Here in the dark, König was a painter, and you were his muse. His hands expertly glided over your over-sensitive bud — dragging his thumb like a brush over your slit. With concentration, he worked you open. Your internal muscles fluttered around him, the jolt of pleasure up your spine stealing your thoughts for a moment.

König continued exploring, working you, his mouth moving over the expense of your body as if it was his canvas: from your neck to your breasts to the inside of your arm, his tongue found pleasure points you didn't even know existed.

The sheets were cool. A delicious counterpoint to the heat. As you arched, legs on either side of his waist and ankles raised to his shoulder, König’s breath hitched as he pushed inside you. Slowly, gently, making you feel every stretch, every inch.

And within this symbiotic relationship between art and artist, just as he breathes life into you, you inspire him back: dragging your fingertips down the expanse of his shoulder blades as they curl and stretch, leaving a few scrapes and scratches. Your mark. Your signature.

It was almost comical how a man who screams of death managed to ease you back to life, winter meeting spring, the land dancing with the sea, the sun waiting for the moon: König's grip on you tightened as release washed over you. His lips kissing away the tears down your neck, his chest pressed against yours, heartbeats lulling into one. He followed soon, jerking inside you, mouth eager and wanton against yours.

Schöne, he tells you.

Schöne.

a/n : this is mostly writing practice / a blurb which is why there’s soo many descriptions + i’ve been getting back into art history so i wanted to see how i can relate the two... i’ve always wanted to try out writing soft and intimate love-making scenes lol i hope i did well. enjoy könig lovers ! <3

information on the paintings 🖼 ( to better understand why i chose them ) :

01| the birth of venus by sandro botticelli it depicts the goddess venus arriving at the shore after her birth, when she had emerged from the sea fully-grown. plato further argued that contemplation of physical beauty allowed the mind to better understand spiritual beauty. so, looking at venus, the most beautiful of goddesses, might at first raise a physical response in viewers which then lifted their minds towards the godly

02| girl with a pearl earring by johannes vermeer some of the first literary treatments of the painting were in poems. for yann lovelock in his sestina, "vermeer’s head of a girl", it is the occasion for exploring the interplay between imagined beauty interpreted on canvas and living experience

03| the kiss by gustav klimt ( he’s austrian so könig probably knows his art well) gustav klimt depicts the couple locked in an intimate embrace against a gold, flat background. the two figures are situated at the edge of a patch of flowery meadow that ends under the woman's exposed feet. the man wears a robe printed with geometric patterns and subtle swirls. art historians have also suggested that klimt depicts the tale of orpheus and eurydice. more specifically, klimt seems to be showing the exact moment when orpheus turns around to caress eurydice and loses his love forever.

04| the kiss by edvard munch the outside world appears vibrant and lively, whereas the interior of the room is timeless, with the couple frozen in their embrace. in this motif, the couple's abstract form, in which the faces of the two appear to be merged as one, indicates their sense of belongingness and togetherness

05| death and the maiden by egon schiele the painting was created when the painter, after marrying edith harms, was drafted into military service in the first world war. the presence of death, but also the connection between death and eros in several of his works from this period, is associated with this event. in this painting, the woman clutching the shape of death as her lover, in a monk's robe, loses its horror.

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thatshowthingstarted · 6 months

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Sword (jian) and scabbard, probably made in the court workshops of the Yongle Ming Emperor. Chinese, Ming Dynasty, early 15th century.

The hilt is of gilt iron. The grip is of gibbous rectangular section, punched with small circles to imitate ray skin. Down the centre of the front is a raised spine bordered by tiny flames at either side.

The pommel is of trilobed form, bordered at the front and rear by bands of golden scrolls. The front panel of the pommel is chiselled and fretted with a dragon surrounded by interlacing flames, with triple claws on each paw. At the rear of the pommel, the central panel is decorated with a monster mask (kirtimukha), surmounted by a silvered crescent and golden disc, and with human hands, also surrounded by flames. At either side of the pommel are the Eight Buddhist Emblems of Good Augury (ba jixiang): the wheel of law (dharma), the standard, the treasure jar, the pair of fish, the endless knot, the lotus, the parasol and the conch shell of victory.

The guard is embossed in the form of a monster mask, surmounted by a silvered crescent and golden disc. The face is punched with circles, the canine teeth silvered, the eyebrows and whiskers chiselled and gilt. The horns are in the form of crab claws. At either side of the mouth is a paw in the form of a human hand. The head is surrounded by scrolling curls of mane. The rear of the guard is rendered as the underside of the jaw, with a set of silvered teeth, and a narrow beard running into a throat of alternate silvered and gilt bands.

The blade is associated but is probably a later replacement of Tibetan manufacture. It is formed of pattern-welded steel, of diamond section, straight and double edged. The pattern welding produces a mirrored pattern of addorsed crescents at either side of the medial ridge. The tang is of rectangular section, tapering towards the pommel, with a large expanded peg-hole towards the end. The edges have been ground and sharpened.

The scabbard is of wood covered in green stained leather and bound with gilt iron. At the throat is a V-shaped cut out at the front for seating the blade, and a scalloped cut-out in the leather to accommodate the guard. The throat retains traces of the scarlet silk with which it was lined. The iron binding comprises a long, facetted strip running all the way round either edge.

There are eight transverse bands at the rear, the uppermost and fourth of which are wider than the others, and extend round the front of the scabbard forming suspension loops. The edging strip has four main facets, with an additional narow facet at either side. It is decorated with scrollwork in gold running down each facet, and matching that on the pommel. At either end is a set of three golden lotus leaves.

The front panel is divided stylistically into upper and lower sections. The upper section is decorated quite plainly; a series of five beaded transverse bands divide it into six sections, and there are three vertical bands of fretted four-petalled rosettes in each section.

At the throat is a cusped section with a beaded border, below which is a band of flames. The ornate lower section has six smaller segments, divided vertically and horizontally by fretted 'vajras', each with a 'yinyang' symbol in the central knop. The half-'vajras' at either side emanate from the heads of lions, and the vertical bands of decoration at either side are formed by rows of flames.

Above and in the middle of these divisions are two square panels, each containing a cusped lozenge shaped central medallion, the corners decorated with interlacing flames. The uppermost of these two panels contains two dragons intertwined amid flames, with the heads at top right and bottom left; the lower has two similar dragons, with thicker bodies, and with their heads confronted at the left and right.

The chape section is decorated with a large panel of interlacing flames, within a beaded border. At the rear of the scabbard, the upper band is decorated with alternating gold and silver scrollwork, and terminates in a rosette at the front. The next two narrow bands are decorated with silver scrollwork only. The fourth is decorated at the rear like the top one, but is extended accross the front in a broad band; it is chiselled with four medallions decorated with gilt characters on silver grounds, and surrounded by interlacing gilt flames. The three lower bands are decorated in gold scrollwork.

The rear chape panel has a small, flat piece of rather coarse, scrolling interlace at the bottom, and narrow bands of petalled rosettes at either side.

A four character Tibetan inscription on the lower suspension loop reads 'khi'u ga ral gri' (honourific sharp sword).

China, 15th century (About 1420),

Leather, Ferrous, Gold, Silver, Semi-precious stone, Silk, Wood,

Dimensions:

Blade Length: 30 inches

Overall (sword) Length: 35 inches

Courtesy: Royal Armouries Museum, Leeds, United Kingdom

Sword (jian) and scabbard, probably made in the court workshops of the Yongle Ming Emperor. Chinese, Ming Dynasty, early 15th century.

#art #history #design #style #sculpture #silver #gold #semi precious stones #royal armouries #leeds #silk #wood #sword #jian #scabbard #ming #15th century #yongle #imperial

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owlish-owlhouse · 2 years

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Lilies and Lies: Part One

Context: During ElseWhere and Elsewhen Reader falls into a different time pool than Lilith/Luz. While trying to find their friends Philip sees them and is reminded of his old student/apprentice from earth. Believing his old student has been Reincarnated he deludes himself into thinking God has sent them to him for him to save. When they return In present Day he will do anything to get them back, he's lost them once. It will not happen again.

T/W: Yandere behaviors, Belos being Belos, cannon events involving death/arson, fighting/yelling, chase scene, sleep spell, magical drugging maybe, Reader is kind of clueless and that gets them in trouble

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Wind blowing in the light breeze you smiled at the warm day, enjoying the sun and sand. Humming as you trailed behind Lilith and Luz on the Boiling Isle's shores, you dipped your bare feet into the soft sand and followed the two adventurers. As Lilith pointed at a map Luz nodded before looking back at you. You waved at her and she smiled before you all continued forward.

You were all searching for the supposed time pools Eda and Lilith made a map too as children.

Titans blood had apparently been the missing ingredient to find them and Luz was willing to give some up off of Amity's glove if it meant finding the author. You weren't sure if these time pools were real but an adventure on Lilith's birthday after seeing her old mentor (who was a jerk) sounded exactly like what the "bad girl historian" needed right now.

"Lilith! Luz!" Starting to fall a little behind and trying to get their attention to catch up, you suddenly pause reaching for a pretty half buried shell. You knew Lilith liked collecting them and since you hadn't found the pools yet you thought it might lift her spirits. Stumbling on a rock while bending over to grab the shell your foot slips and you fall through the sand.

Groaning but holding the scalloped sea shell close you look around dazed, still processing what just happened. It was still a sunny day but something seemed a bit off. Sitting in the sand with your legs sprawled out you blinked as you processed what just happened. Reaching down your hand passed through the sand and pulling it back you realized this is what you had been looking for. You had just fallen through one of the Time Pools! Quickly getting up after sanding yourself off you tuck the seashell away excited to give it to Lilith now that you knew she'd be in a better mood.

"Hello? Guys!" You call out but get no answer.

The beach seemed abandoned but on closer observation, two pairs of boot prints led away from the shore and towards the woods. Not sure when you had landed and now without your shoes you look at the boot prints and think maybe they belong to Lilith and Luz. After all they're about the same size as your friends and the two women had been ahead of you so logically if they had gone through the pools as well they may have arrived minutes or even hours before you giving them a headstart to explore. Unsure of what else to do you start to explore the area following the prints.

Heading towards the red forest you hummed looking back at the sandy shore. Shaking your head, you knew that they had to be around here somewhere and just got a large head start since they went through first. Now how far back did you go...? You'd need to go through a town to know. Or find a fellow traveler.

As time passed and you followed the prints, the sand underfoot slowly turned to dirt and grass before eventually becoming snow. You hadn't passed anyone on your travels but maybe everyone was at home working. Shivering as a harsh breeze whipped past, you pulled your thin jacket closer realizing you had to be around the knees with how cold it was. This couldn't be the toes you hadn't walked that far. But you were surprised you hadn't passed a settlement or town, you must be further back than you thought.

With no other plan and nowhere to go except forward you found yourself wandering through a frozen meadow before you saw a town in the distance. Finally some answers! Heading towards it believing Lilith and Luz would be there you stopped and held out your hand. Black snow...?

Eyes widening you looked up in disbelief. Ash and snow mixed together as they fell from the sky and walking closer to the town a soft silence filled the air.

Pulling your jacket closer feeling numb from the cold your eyes were wide as you took in the damage. It almost felt disrespectful to be here, disrupting the peace with your presence. Your feet crunched softly against the fallen snow and a soft hiss could be heard all around you from fresh embers dying out. The smell of smoke was fresh and thick as well but the area was clearly recently abandoned. No one seemed to stick around to fight the fire which surprised you. You didn't hear humming so it couldn't be fire bees. What could drive everyone off like this?

Shivering at the towns atmosphere as well as the temperature you ignore the numbness in your feet as you continue forward. They had to be around here somewhere, even with a head start they couldn't have gotten too far away right? And their boot prints, you're pretty sure they lead here. So far this was the only place you'd come across even if it was abandoned.

"Lilith... Luz?" You call out before standing in the center of the ruins spinning to try and take everything in, searching for any signs of them. The boot prints had long since disappeared so you were on your own in your search. As smoke blew around you catching on the wind you frowned wishing you could fix all of this. Your hair and clothes were pulled at and stepping forward as if following the breeze your foot hits something. Hissing at the impact before bending down to see what it was you hit you paused.

Fingers reaching out to touch the burnt carvings you recognize it as apart of a gazebo from Liliths studies on Deadwardian Architecture. Taking a moment to stare at the broken scenery around you, you get an idea. Spinning across the snow and ice you start to create circles. Smiling you outstretch your arms, extending your hands readying your powers for the spell your thinking of. Clapping your hands together you close your eyes and focus on the picture in your head, the drawings and pictures Lilith had shown you. Construction magic wasn't something you were amazing at but while you were here you might as well try and help. You're sure it's what Luz would do and Lilith would kill you if you didn't do everything in your power to preserve such beautiful craftsmanship.

Fixing the charred gazebo with a flourish you smile seeing the fresh white and cream roses now winding around the terrace. A little of your plant track studies mixing into the construction you supposed. Green leaves added some color to the white and black wasteland giving you hope new life could thrive here. Satisfied with your finished product, the fixed structure stood out amongst everything else. Deciding to get to work you wander the ruins continuing to search for your friends as you fix little things here and there. You wonder what could have happened to cause this disaster but try not to dwell.

"Lilith? Luz!" You call again the smoke starting to clear as gentle winds carry it away. The overwhelming smell was also starting to fade as you grew more plants, using them to help stabilize your rebuilt structures. Once an abandoned ghost town the place was looking a little better with your assistance and you hummed wishing you could do more. Shaking your head needing to focus on finding your friends you found your voice getting louder as you grew more desperate. While you knew you should stay on the down low you were getting worried about them. About how much time you all had left to get back.

Standing in place fidgeting nervously, plants bloom at your feet. The magic flowing through you making you feel warm despite the harsh cold. Rubbing your hands up and down your arms you swallow nervously. If all else fails you should just go back right? Just because you got separated didn't mean they did, right? You realize none of you actually came up with a plan in case this happened and you're not sure what to do.

"There is no one left here. Everyone either left or perished in the hellfire blaze that consumed this place." Jumping you almost scream at the sudden voice. Turning quickly your eyes widen as you see a man standing under a broken arch in what you think is preachers clothing. His robes of gold and white reminding you of a traveling nomad.

He stiffens seeing your face and you both stare at each other observing the other. His shock wears off soon enough and his hand shifts, reaching out he touches one of the roses you'd grown seeming curious as he brushes the petals with his fingertips before he focused back on you.

Outside of his preacher garb he was wearing a wooden mask painted gold. Feeling uneasy as you stared at it, it all too similarly resembled Emperor Beloses current golden mask.

Stumbling back in shock you bumped into something making you lose your footing. Falling to the ground as you slipped on ice you groaned. The ice bit into your hands freezing your palms just like your feet, the snow painfully cold against your skin. Suddenly on high alert as a large shadow loomed over you you kick back slipping on the ice. You look up worried about an ambush but pause as you saw... the golden guard? A golden guard? Observing their clothing with a curious squint of your eyes, taking in the familiar mask you noted the puffed out collar around their neck and the corset which was different than the military chest plate Hunter always wore.

So this couldn't be Hunter, the outfit was too different and this time was way before him. So the question remained when did these time pools send you? Where were you now? And who were these Belos and Golden Guard look alikes?

"Are you lost?" The preacher questions softly and you swallow as he steps closer tilting his head to observe you. His masks horns cast a shadow over the snow as he did so making you nervous.

"I'm sorry. Let me help you." The golden guard states holding out his hand for you. You're hesitant to let either of them help you but not wanting to be rude or offend either of them you nod.

Accepting his help the man carefully pulls you to your feet, using one hand to pull you up while the other latches onto your waist to keep you steady. His leather gloves digs into your skin as he holds just a little too tightly, his mask covering any facial expression he may be making. As you bring your hand back and pull away you can feel his grip tightening before he looks at your face and finally let's go. You notice his shoulders tense as you back away and start to feel uncomfortable. They are close, too close for comfort.

As the preacher steps closer trying to close the distance you notice the staff he uses. The Golden design with a red orb and white wing on the side is similar to the one that the Emperor has in the present day. His voice was also eerily familiar but... that couldn't be possible could it? You don't remember Belos ever wearing such clothes. But he also started ruling before you were born. However these buildings had to be well over fifty years, how old could your Emperor be? Shaking off the coincidence you feel yourself shiver as the cold really starts to set in.

"... Lost?" You question softly before glancing around the ghost town. Puffs of white left your mouth as it began to set in how cold it was. Your roses and other plants as well as remade structures filled the space but it was still a very broken and abandoned place, your magic being a simple kindness and not a true restoration.

You supposed from an outsiders perspective you did look a little lost. Wearing strange clothes without shoes wandering around snowy ruins and calling out too what must appear to be lost souls. All while you played with your magic to keep yourself warm.

"Where are your parents little one? Why are you alone?" The Belos look alike suddenly questions as he steps forward again and your face scrunches up as you step back. You were not that little. But you were alone.

"Little?" You bite back a snarky comment before frowning, eyes darting over the various crumbled structures. You have no idea who this Golden guard was but you knew that this past Belos look alike had to be dangerous. You had to get away from both of them before you changed history or became a tragic part of it.

Swallowing as you take another step back you wonder why they're hanging around these smoldering Ruins anyways. Shaking your head you can't think of that and you can't stay for much longer. You don't want to accidentally change the past or get stuck in it. Lilith warned you about interfering with time and explained you all needed to be very careful with what you said and did. Your little restoration suddenly felt like a terrible mistake as your mouth went dry.

"... No I'm not lost." You say softly to answer the man's earlier question. "Although maybe a little confused." In the history books you never remembered a fire quit like this. You never read about a ruin town. Maybe before you left they could explain when and where you were, maybe you could distract them with questions. Have them give you a time period before you ran off so you could do some research once you were back in the present.

Reaching your hand out it touches a post delicately, staining your palm and fingertips with ash. A little periwinkle is curled in a crack of the wood and is there still trying to bloom despite the flames that tried to kill it. Smiling softly you rotate your hand giving it the extra strength it needs to grow. As it winds up the pole the two men both stop to observe the simple spell. The Belos look alike gripped his staff tightly and seemed stiff but you couldn't tell what either of them were feeling because of the masks. Their body language too hard to decipher. "What happened here...?" You question softly as you pull away and stare at the strangers, not taking your eyes off them for a moment.

"You didn't hear? It was all the fault of evil Wild witches! Wild magic is dangerous." The Preacher chimes in quickly. You hum wondering if he believed in his own lies as you looked for any open exits.

"Dangerous?" You question trying to keep him talking. Glancing at the periwinkles you'd just grown you don't see any obvious escape routes. You didn't want to fight them as you didn't know their magical capability and you were feeling tired from your earlier spells. Swallowing nervously you noticed during your talk you'd almost been cornered by the both of them. It was concerning to say the least but they seemed calm now. If you kept them talking your sure it'd be fine.

"Yes they're a Blight to magic users everywhere. A danger to society." Humming you take in the words but don't believe them. Perhaps in the wrong hands magic could be deadly like this man and present day Belos described but the common witch wasn't vindictive or cruel. Maybe Boscha or Bria being special outliers. Magic was a tool and any tool could be taken and used for evil. But in the right hands it could also do great acts of good. "I suppose that relates to how one looks at magic and what they've seen it used for." You remark gently before pausing as you spot a shadow.

Looking towards the sky you bite your lip, the tide would be up in a few hours and the pools would be gone. You needed to go and with no obvious exits you hoped they'd just let you pass without trouble.

Spinning your hand once more, two beautiful calla Lilies as white as the snow falling from the sky appeared in your palm. "Thankyou for your time." Giving the flowers to the Golden Guard he holds them confused before tilting his head at the Preacher. The Preacher nods and as you try and creep away the Golden Guard reaches out for you.

"Which way is your home we should escort you! It's dangerous out here after all." The Golden Guard blurts out quickly after the man nods to him but your already inching further and further away from them.

"No don't. I'm close, I'm fine!" You state still backing up as they both take a step closer. "If I were you I'd find shelter for the night, it's getting dark and Beasts in these parts aren't friendly after dark." Waving to not appear rude, you duck behind a broken down wall before you begin to run faster than you've ever ran.

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Heaving in air speeding through the woods you don't know how long you'd been running for but with the sun getting ever closer to the horizon you had to hurry. Signing in relief seeing patches of sand appear you take a deep breath trying to quell your burning lungs. You were almost there.

Filled with a new sense of determination you begin to push yourself. Jumping over roots and bushes avoiding scratchy red leaves as you ducked under low hanging branches and thorny plants you keep going. You were almost to the pools, you were so close to home.

Thinking you were safe having ditched the strange man and his golden guard miles ago you paused as your head began to spin. Breathing deeper thinking you just didn't have enough air the feeling persisted. Shaking it off trying to focus you blinked rapidly as your eyesight started getting blurry. You could feel your thoughts becoming unfocused and jumbled. As your hand brushed against a tree for support your heart stops feeling that your hand is numb. Dread fills you and beginning to feel nervous as you try to stay alert even as everything around you began to become disorientating. Spinning looking for the source of your drowsiness you only see the trees around you.

Groaning as your surroundings begin to spin, your vision dots and you can't stop yourself from falling. Confused as your body goes limp against your command, your eyes flutter before strong arms wrap around you catching you.

"Uncle I have them." Vaguely hearing someone speak you open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. You can only let out a soft pathetic sounding whine.

"You did good, now let's get them home." Eyes fluttering as you try to stay awake a groan escapes your lips. Holding up a hand to ready a spell, you try to circle your wrist but are unable too. As the person shifts you in their grip your wrist and arm fall to your side. Leaning into the chest listening to footsteps stomp against the ground as you're carried away, you realize you never should have followed those boot prints.

Before you can think too deeply on that a soft red light fills your vision and you suddenly feel even more exhausted. Despite your unease and your want to stay awake, everything fades to black as you go limp in the Golden Guards arms.

...

Waking up something felt off.

Groaning you didn't remember falling asleep. Had Lilith and Luz taken you back to the Owlhouse? Shifting slightly your eyes scruntched up as you began to stir. What happened? You were going to the Pools, you were going home but then... Eyes opening in alarm you never remembered stepping through the portal. All you could remember was getting near the shore. Your hands bunch in the sheets beneath you as you try and force yourself to wake up. Head ringing you close your eyes body completely stiff. You briefly remember falling and being caught and some sort of red light. But if you were spelled into unconsciousness... that had to be hours ago. Even the weakest spells lasted a long time.

"... is it really them?" A voice asks softly, a deep yearning in their tone despite barely being above a whisper. Stiffening your fingers twitch as you begin to wake yourself up. Another voice chuckles and you strain to listen to the conversation despite your initial fear.

"God has sent us a gift, we must not question it. Clearly our hard work is paying off." One praises and your nose crinkles. God? Like that person Luz mentioned from back home? Like your version of the Titan? But that had to mean... Belos. This wasn't some look alike, this was really Belos. But how what that possible? This had to be at least two hundred maybe three hundred years ago?

Terrified it took everything in you not to start crying as you heard the voices get louder. As they came closer you bit down on your tongue to not make any noise. You were numb but awake and wiggling your toes you were more than ready to run.

You realized they had followed you so they could take you when you let your guard down. But... but why? Why would Belos do this? You'd never met him in the present why was his past self fascinated with you? And a gift? Why had he called you a gift? A gift from God??? Did they plan on killing you? Using you as an example of what wild witches could do?

"But they're a witch..." The first voice says softly and you hear an inquisitive hum and shuffling. Keeping your eyes closed you can only try and stay lax as they approach your "sleeping" form.

"Perhaps God has sent us one to save than. Ironic they would become a witch in another life after being accused of being one in the past, but perhaps this is God's way of giving them a way to protect themselves. Magic is disgusting but useful in its own right. If need be we can also... purify them. Cleanse their magic." Belos says softly. Laying a hand on your head to smooth down your hair you can't help but flinch.

The men shift and your hands bunch around the sheets tightly as you get ready to use your magic and run.

"(Y/N)...?" The man questioned and you stiffened slightly feeling his hand touch your hair again. "(Y/N) Are you awake?" The man you now knew was Belos questioned and every part of that question made fear flood your veins. As your heart hammered in your chest you felt your hands begin to heat up.

How did he know your name? You never gave them your name when you spoke earlier. You don't even know present day Belos, how does the past Belos know you? A million questions begin going through your head and you know you don't have much time. "(Y/N)... (Y/N) It's alright. You're safe now. I'm-" A bright flash goes off in his face temporarily blinding him as you take off. You hear his staff clatter to the floor and yelling as he too falls to the ground.

"Uncle!" Ignoring you in favor of helping Belos you don't stick around long to question why Belos was ancient or why he has multiple golden guards and why they all seemed to refer to him as Uncle.

Your legs feel like lead and your lungs heave for air as you pass by bits and pieces of Beloses grand plan. Diagrams and papers with the scribblings of a mad man. But you can't stop. Making it outside their fortress you refuse to stop. You needed to go faster. You needed to get out of here and back to the shore.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) Please! It's okay! I know your confused child but we mean you no harm! We just want to help you!" Pausing for just a moment your heart stopped at seeing the sky. As the Golden Guard tried to grab your arm you yanked yourself away and beelined for the trees. You had no idea where you were but you didn't care, as long as you got away from them.

It had gotten so dark, how had it gotten so dark? How long had you been out? Where even were you? This place was unfamiliar to you and shivering as you dash through the forest it's colder than the town. As white puffs of air leave your mouth you look every which way confused.

Not caring as you feel them getting closer you start to run faster.

"(Y/N) Come back child!!! You said so yourself it's unsafe! There are beasts! Deceivers! Let us take care of you! Let us help you! We can save you!" Belos calls out into the night but you don't stop and you don't respond. You wouldn't be tricked again. You just needed to run. Run and never look back.

...

Finally making it back to the shore you begin to look around frantically. The sun was setting and the tide was so close, too close. Hissing at the hot steam your head goes in both directions hoping to find your way home. Running out as close to the boiling water as you dare you begin to search for the pool home or even a pool away from here. You could feel they were close, too close, and closing in. Starting to shake as adrenaline pumped through your veins making your chest hurt you closed your eyes reaching for your throbbing head. Tripping as you stumble you cry out before you feel yourself falling.

Landing safely on the other side your fingers dig into the sand relieved to escape. Screaming in surprise and kicking backwards to avoid the incoming tide you see your discarded shoes from earlier get swept out to sea.

Laying back in the sand now far enough from the water you begin to laugh. Home. You were home...

...

Belos touched the Boiling Shores sand. You'd just been in his grasp, how could he have lost you again? Hissing as a bit of water touched his hand he glared at the accursed acid that surrounded this island. Backing up he continues to glare at the sea, angry that it took you from him. Holding one of the calla Lily's you had given to his guard in his unburned hand, he stared at the petals before staring at where you'd just been.

"You'd rather throw yourself into the Boiling Sea than let me save you..." He whispers clutching the flower over his heart. "How confused you must have been. How tormented." He knew it would've been hard to adjust to his ideals. But eventually you would believe that leaving your family for him and the Golden guard was for the best and you'd learn to hate magic as much as they did. He knows you would've come around eventually, you were always so good that way.

"Uncle?" His GrimWalker questions and he hums as he stands up backing away from the water. Turning towards his creation ready to make the trek back home he pauses as they hold something out to him. "... They had this on them when we captured them, it seemed harmless enough but just incase I held onto it." The Golden Guard states quickly and Philip just nods, he couldn't believe their luck.

The item in their hand was a soul shell otherwise known as a seeker shell. To the untrained eye it was a simple scallop, but in truth it was a powerful magical object. Something that took in the memories of its previous holder and was bound to them for life before it imprinted on another. Often used as an item for Oracles, well trained magic users could see each other's lives through these shells and share thoughts or stories when seperated. Taking off his mask and bringing his eye to the shell's flat surface he wanted to witness their final moments and hear his apprentices thoughts about him. Stiffening as current footage begins to filter in he realizes they're not dead. Simply teleported.

But the land they were in. It was the Boiling Isles but different. Time had passed quickly for you. Centuries even, he could feel it.

He didn't care how long it would take. He would find you again and he would bring you home.

"(Y/N) We will meet again."

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( 🥐 anon )

hiii !! i have two ideas! you can choose whichever!

fairy and eddie making flower crowns

mermen steve and eddie making shell bracelets

Aaand another one, yaaay! okay so idk if you know the song mermaid bar by maya hawke but that heavily inspired this thing. Go listen to it if you don't bc her music is *chef's kiss*

TW for mention of death / suicide (if you're reading this and have issues in that area, please talk about it with a safe person in your environment or call your country's suicide prevention line if necessary)

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It had been days since Eddie had last eaten. He was preparing himself to never eat again because that beast-like feeling had terrified him right to his bones. It had been more instinct than anything else, something primal and desperate trying to keep his weakened, hungry body alive. His sharp teeth cutting into the diamondback terrapin, its raw flesh dropping into his stomach and awakening something awful deep inside of him.

Eddie used to love turtles, before he fell into the Hudson river and his ribs separated to make space for gills; before his legs turned into black and silver scales shimmering in the light that filtered through the waves; before webs sprouted between his fingers.

He had left the Long Island winter beaches behind him now, coursing to the open seas and wondering how long he would last on his empty stomach, half hoping he would get caught in a fishnet or encounter a ship. But no such thing happened. He was all alone with the fishes down here.

Until he saw something that weirdly looked like... a building. Like a house, a human house, or maybe a shed. His curiosity suddenly kicked in again – a familiar feeling, finally, thank whoever caused this whole predicament – and he purposefully started swimming closer.

It didn't take long before he could distinguish that it was a wooden building, decorated with all kinds of shells and half overgrown with corals. Sardine Dream Mermaid Bar was written right above the front door, in uneven and slightly wobbly letters. The door was open and since Eddie's curiosity was growing by the second, he swam inside without even thinking about it.

'Ahoy!'

And holy shit. Behind the counter of what was unmistakably a very real, actual bar, was possibly the most beautiful creature Eddie had ever encountered. His brown hair was dancing around his face in graceful waves, his toned arms were covered in all kinds of shell bracelets, and his bare chest... Well. Eddie was pretty sure he'd lose his consciousness again if he were to keep looking at that chest.

'You can talk!' Eddie thought out loud, and hey, apparently, he could talk too. 'I can talk!'

The creature – mermaid – boy – person – smiled a smile that was ridiculously beautiful despite his scary sharp teeth.

'Yeah, we can talk.'

'There's more like you?'

He kept smiling. 'Way more. You can hear them singing, if you listen closely.'

Eddie froze in his place as he listened intently; and sure enough, very faintly, he could hear some kind of ethereal song carrying through the water.

'I'm Steve.'

The stranger held out his webbed hand and Eddie hesitantly shook it while telling him his own name.

'So I take it you're new?'

Eddie nodded dumbly.

'Alright, I bet you're hungry, then. I'll get you something to eat. What do you want? Oysters, caviar, scallops?'

'Um, scallops is fine, I guess.' Eddie's empty belly started twisting nauseatingly at the promise of something to eat – something he wouldn't have to kill between his own teeth. Or at least, he hoped that was what Steve was going to serve him. He didn't exactly know the rules of whatever this was.

'What is this place?' Eddie asked while Steve turned around to prepare a plate for him. He caught a glimpse of the golden fishtail that had been hiding behind the counter and – wow. He had never seen colors like that before in his life.

'It's um... A refuge, I guess,' Steve told him. 'I opened it when I ended up here. It's a place where people can come if they're in trouble, or if they feel like they don't belong anywhere, you know.'

And oh, Eddie could relate to that. He took the plate that Steve held out to him and gratefully dug in.

'Jesus Christ this is good,' he murmured around his full mouth, gaining himself another smile from Steve before he closed his eyes to properly revel in the rich taste on his tongue.

'So how did you get here?' Steve asked.

'Fell in the goddamn river,' Eddie managed to say between two bites. 'Fuckin' stupid really. Partying in New York. Drunk, high, you know how it goes. Slipped, hit my head, and that was it. Or, well, that was supposed to be it.' He dropped the mussel he had been holding to make jazz-hands. 'Yet here we are.' He swallowed another bite. 'What about you, how did you get here?'

'I jumped.'

'You jumped in the –' But before Eddie could finish his question, understanding dawned over him. 'Oh.'

'Yeah.'

'I'm sorry.'

'It's okay,' Steve said. 'I'm happy to be here, actually. Things are much better now. Not everyone is lucky enough to land in bubbles when they fall.'

'Yeah, I guess,' Eddie mumbled quietly, thinking about his mother and how she had fallen, back when he was little. There certainly had been no bubbles to catch her.

'Hey.' It sounded soft and Steve tilted his head a little bit, staring at Eddie as if he was trying to figure him out. 'You can stay here for as long as you need to,' he continued. 'I'll teach you everything you should know. We have this – this ritual.' He gestured to a tall jar that was standing on the counter between them, filled with all kinds of shells in various shades of white. 'This is our tip jar. Everyone leaves some shells when they come here, and we use them to bind ourselves to each other. I'll make you a bracelet right now, to make you part of the community. And when you feel that the time has come – when you feel at home here, when you're ready to navigate this world without me – you can return the favor.'

Eddie let his gaze wander to Steve's forearms, both covered in bracelets.

'So these are all from people you helped?'

The sudden bashful look on Steve's face didn't escape Eddie's notice.

'Yeah, I guess I did,' he said, almost like it surprised himself.

With his belly filled and his human instincts finally returning to him, Eddie felt brave enough to stretch out his hand and gently trace the bracelets on Steve's left arm with his index finger.

'It'd be an honor to give you a bracelet of my own someday, Steve,' he said softly.

And when he saw the look in Steve's soft brown eyes, it suddenly didn't seem so bad to Eddie anymore that he had fallen into the river.

#tw death #tw suicide #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #stranger things #maya hawke #fruity ficlet

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likesplatterpaint · 11 days

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What do you feed Burd? My partner loves snails and said they would be upset to see them being eaten, so I assumed puffer keeping was off the table for me. However, I have read some people saying that Green Spotted Puffers can eat clams on the half shell, mussels, and shrimp with the shell to keep their teeth healthy, not just snails. I'm curious what your take on that is.

It’s possible with some caveats! Burd gets mostly whole clam (that I eventually open for him), earthworm and shrimp. He also eats Dubia roaches, tilapia, and cricket if offered. Jury is out on Squid. He hates mussels but I think that’s a Burd thing. He gets snails occasionally as most of our snarvest currently goes to Waldo (who is being a picky brat and having a tough time accepting other foods).

Another GSP keeper I’m good friends with feeds her pair cockles and they love them, but I can’t easily get my hands on those. If I could get my hands on frozen crayfish and crabs easily, those would also be on the menu. We can get fresh crab here but $$$ and too big for Burd

As I’ve kept puffers longer and longer I’ve read more about the dangers of too much thiaminase building up in their livers. This is mostly true for freshwater puffers (like Waldo or Yamuel) when fed oceanic foods like shrimp, scallops, or tilapia. I’m not sure if this is a thing with GSPs since they start as brackish and eventually transition to full marine, but Burd is at least 9 years old and doing great!

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention my little dwarf puffer Hush, who I think may have died of a b12 deficiency in part because she didn’t get many snails. But that’s a different species and biome.

Burd gets lots of crunchy food but there have been at least a handful of times I’ve had to trim his teeth in his life. We both hate it lol.

Hope this helps.

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blueiskewl · 1 year

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Roman Iron and Tinned Bronze Cavalry Helmet 2nd half to 2nd century-Early 3rd century AD

Formed of iron with tinned bronze decoration including a stylized band of laurel around and over the crown, eagle wings on either side, a large eagle with outspread wings standing on a ground line in relief at the back above the neck-guard, flanked by architectural elements consisting of lozenge filled rectangles surmounted by triangles, the neck-guard flaring out horizontally, ear-guards riveted at either side, the ornate cusped cheek-pieces with naturalistically-modelled ears, each with a central boss surrounded by scallop shells, bordered by beading and stippled.

H. 38.5 x w. 29 cm

#Roman Iron and Tinned Bronze Cavalry Helmet #2nd half to 2nd century-Early 3rd century AD #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #ancient rome #roman history #roman empire #roman legion

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tomushrooms · 28 days

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TOR / NIA April 8-10

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News

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Vegetables/Fruits/Herbs

Ramp Leaves $36 /kg Ramp Caps (wild flower buds) $24 /lb White Asparagus XXL $16/lb / 11lb case

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Wild blueberries / bleuets sauvages (NB) $20/bag (2kg bag)

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senjuushi · 1 year

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Noble Musketeer Story: Murata

Episode 1: Murata’s Wrath

*scene starts in the school cafeteria*

Murata: Mmm... delicious, delicious.

Murata: Even as Musketeers, it’s good to get away from the battlefield and enjoy drinking some tea underneath the bright, clear sun.

Murata: Oh, Arisaka, are you done with your sweets already? If you can’t afford more, I would gladly get them for you. What would be to your liking?

Arisaka: ...Arisaka thinks that madeleines sound good.

Murata: Madeleines... do tell me, which ones are those?

Arisaka: They’re baked sweets shaped like scallop shells.

Murata: Oh, those! Here you are. Eat as much as you like.

Arisaka: Thank you.

Hachikyu: I’ll have the langue de chat cookies, then—

Murata: Now, Hachikyu, isn’t there something you must do before that?

Hachikyu: Huh?

Murata: What scant consideration you have. Can you not see that our tea is running low? Hurry up and pour us more.

Hachikyu: But, I haven’t had anything to eat yet...!? And anyway, I was the one who arranged for us to go to a place full of gi... girls, in the first place, wasn’t I!?

Murata: Such a complainer, you are. Get to it.

Hachikyu: Why do you only do this to me!? Well, I guess it’s just the usual, but still...

Arisaka: Murata wants his tea bitter and very hot, and Arisaka would prefer it mild and not too warm.

Hachikyu: Gotcha...

Murata: Mm, that’s our good errand boy.

Hachikyu: You’re calling me an errand boy now...!

Murata: Ho ho ho. That was just a little joke.

Hachikyu: No, that was at least half-serious...

*Chairman Sid approaches*

Chairman Sid: What’s this? You three... you’re Musketeers from Japan, aren’t you?

Murata: ...hm? Who is this person?

Chairman Sid: Yes, you definitely are. I am Lieutenant General Sid Copel, the Board Chairman of Philcrevert Allied Forces Military Academy.

Murata: Oh, is that so? What business do you have with us, then?

Chairman Sid: I caught sight of you all enjoying yourselves, that’s all. You’re doing well here, I take it? No problems?

Hachikyu: Well, except for how Murata’s always pushing me around and what a pain in the ass classes and training are, everything’s normal.

Murata: Yes. As our living necessities are well-met, I can think of no troubles, in particular.

Arisaka: ......

Chairman Sid: What is it? Do you have any problems in your school life?

Arisaka: ...Arisaka has no problems either.

Chairman Sid: That’s good to hear... Mm...

Chairman Sid: ...Arisaka-kun, one more thing. As your teacher, I must teach you about a small bit of courtesy.

Hachikyu: (...ah, shit.)

Chairman Sid: When you’re speaking to someone, you should look them in the eyes. At an academy, such courtesy is required.

*Murata punches Chairman Sid*

Chairman Sid: —Ggh!

Murata suddenly stood up and hit the Chairman hard enough to knock him off his feet. The Chairman fell to the floor from the sudden attack, while the surrounding students gaped at the scene with shock.

Hachikyu: Ah—! He actually fucking did it!

Chairman Sid: N... Nnh... What do you think you’re doing!?

Murata: ......

Without answering, and still holding his hands in fists, Murata continues to try to attack the Chairman.

Hachikyu: Stop, stop! Murata, please, calm down!

Murata: Move. Don’t get it my way. Despite his ignorance, he said such uncalled-for things...

Murata: Arisaka, don’t worry. I’ll dispose of this one.

Hachikyu: No no no! If you off this guy, it’ll be a huge problem! He’s a Lieutenant General!! A very important person!!!

Murata: What of it? One such as an incompetent superior officer shall end up killed by his own men.

Hachikyu: This isn’t the damn battlefield, and you can’t just kill people when there are witnesses looking right at you! So stop for now, please!?

Hachikyu: If it were to be said that incompetent behavior is disrespectful, pointing it out yourself, as the teacher, it's honestly... Ah, never mind! And anyway, Stop!! Please!!

Russell: You all, what is going on here—?

Hachikyu: Ah! Good timing getting here. Please, stop Murata! Don’t just stand there, quick!

Russell: Huh... Chairman! Murata, stop! Hachikyu, please do something!

Hachikyu: I can’t do shit...! ...ah, I got it. Arisaka, you’re the perfect person to talk to him. Get his attention, please!

Arisaka: Talk to him...

Arisaka: Murata. Arisaka thinks he wants to talk to you about which ingredients are the best for omurice.

Murata: Hm...?

Murata aims a stabbing glare at the Chairman’s back, who’s quickly fleeing the situation.

Murata: Running away, I see. That Lieutenant General is a capable man in name alone.

Hachikyu: Personally, I think that’s what anyone with a damn scrap of common sense would do!

Russell: Mu-Murata-kun... Even as a Musketeer, that was a terrible act of violence— and against the Board Chairman, no less! This incident cannot be disregarded!

Russell: If you were a normal student, you would be expelled on the spot! Ahhh... Deputy Director-General Kyoudou!!!

Murata: ...hmph.

*scene changes to a classroom*

Fifteen minutes later. Murata, Arisaka, and Hachikyu had been called to meet with Kyoudou and Russell.

Kyoudou: Murata, you’re going to spend three days in the punishment cell. Hachikyu, Arisaka, I’ll leave taking care of meals to you.

Hachikyu: Yeah, yeah, got it.

Arisaka: Understood.

Arisaka: The punishment cell... again?

Russell: Again...? What do you mean...?

#Senjuushi #千銃士 #Murata #Translation

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moonfeatherblue · 6 months

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Trick or treat? 👻🍬🎃

For context: https://www.tumblr.com/amaiguri/732313964829097984?source=share

... Treat ☺️

Here's a nice, long snippet from my magical main project. Still need work... But it makes me grin 😁 Also, not too much magic in this scene. But lots of foooood I like writing food scenes 🥰

The Bay District was on the central loop line. Kaz was in Thaumchaum, three subway stops from the nearest loop station. “No animals on the train,” he teased Ahn, slapping his biggest jacket pocket. Fixing him with a look, Ahn shimmied inside.

His thighs burning from that intense leg curl session, Kaz staggered down the concrete stairwell onto the platform. But honestly? He felt pretty damn good. Wobbling aboard his last transfer, Kaz grabbed a hand strap and pulled his headphones over both ears, drowning out the crowded train car as he watched tight-packed office towers give way to hotels and shopping centers that sprawled across multiple city blocks. By the time he stumbled into a waterside plaza down the street from Voeung Station, Kaz’s legs had mostly remembered what it was to be legs and not limp bundles of jellyfish tentacles. That didn’t stop him collapsing into a bamboo deckchair. Dozens were arranged around low little tables beneath a massive sail that shaded half the plaza.

“Would you let me out of here?” said Ahn, a cranky lump in his pocket. “Unless you wish to suffocate me?”

Released into the dazzling sunshine, she scurried down Kaz’s leg. Kaz looked under the table in time to see Ahn give herself a shake, sailboat ears flapping, before taking off across the plaza, dodging bouncing water fountains and squealing kids playing in the spray.

Twenty gourmet food trucks were parked around the plaza’s edge. Kaz’s stomach let out a braying rumble. “Hey, order!” He signaled the vendor of the nearest ritzy truck and, when that didn’t work, pinged it with his phone. “One soup sack with scallops, extra-extra spicy.”

The stocky vendor’s eyes rounded, hearing this foreign-looking kid use central district slang so casually. “Dude, come on, I was born over in Okubeng.”

“Sure you want it that hot?” The vendor hung out of his truck, concerned for Kaz’s taste buds. “That’s just for the hype. The traditional way is…”

“Dude,” Kaz repeated. “I know. Extra-extra spicy.”

“You’ll want something cold with that.”

“Yeah, a beer,” said Kaz, without thinking. “Whatever you got.”

You are on permanent standby…

“Uh… better make that a tea. You got pomegranate?”

“Conscience got the better of you, huh, kid?” The vendor’s amused chuckles would’ve drawn a smile out of Kaz had they been at anyone else’s expense. “Maybe in a few years.”

“You’re kidding, yeah? I’m not a kid,” Kaz complained, kicking at the legs of his table. “I’m 20. Wanna check my ID?”

The vendor shook his head, still chuckling, as he rooted around in his truck and tossed Kaz his tea. “Sorry, kid. I’ll take your word for it, but you’re not passing for anything over 16. You’ll be grateful for those genes when you hit my age.”

His chortles evolved into all-out belly laughter when Kaz let loose a string of the filthiest central slang around. By the time he was done, Kaz’s grin stretched just as wide.

Cranking his deckchair into a deep recline, Kaz relaxed, listening as his giant dumpling hissed and steamed. The pristine plaza was crowded with tourists and lucky businessfolk that worked nearby, hogging all the salty fresh air and gourmet street food. Sunlight gleamed off sea glass mosaics laid on the sidewalks while massive basalt pavers flowed to the wide stairs that led to the water and floating pavilions below. Gardeners snipped at palms and artfully tangled coastal fronds around a beautiful sea deity shrine carved with fish and inlaid with silver and delicate shells, the look finished with a mist of artificial sea spray. Brightly colored kites in the shape of birds and insects and sea creatures whipped on the breeze as a young guy strummed his aen for tourists who paused to sway and toss coins—into his instrument case, and into the burbling prayer fountain he sat by.

Kaz gazed, transfixed. From fake beaches to the world’s best food trucks, the Bay District had everything. Kaz always forgot how nice it was here.

“Order up!”

The vendor slid a deep bowl in front of him. Kaz’s soup sack jiggled, still steaming and singing with heat. His knees bounced under the table. Grabbing chopsticks from the vendor, Kaz jabbed the giant dumpling, piercing it. Soup and scallops and two perfectly poached quail eggs gushed out. Rich and oh-so-sweetly-spicy, the chili fumes tangled delicious mayhem up his nose, so powerful they could’ve torn strips off his sinuses. “Oh, yeah…”

Dual-wielding his ladle and chopsticks, Kaz shoved his face in his bowl, slurping soup with one hand and shoveling scallops and punctured rice noodle sack into his mouth with the other. His eyes flooding, Kaz moaned as killer heat and flavor collided, sliding over his tongue and down his throat.

Finished making out with his lunch in two minutes flat, he let out a satisfied sigh and scrubbed at his still-watery eyes with his sleeve, relishing the lingering burn as he cracked open his tea. He couldn’t wait to gloat to Ahn, that he’d remembered to lay off the booze.

Shit, Ahn. He should’ve waited to eat—he’d promised her lunch. Where’d she end up, anyway?

#trick or treat #original writing #writeblr #creative writing #urban fantasy #snippet #writers of tumblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #blue mooney #moonfeatherblue #indie vtuber #vtuber uprising #envtuber #vtubers of tumblr

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fragileizywriting · 10 months

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marinette probably kinda likes trying to swim with her sea legs. it's a weird experience. her body knows what to do, she's done it her whole life, but it just doesn't work. she ends up dog paddling, and it's cute, and it's adorable, and how upset would she actually be with him if he offered to teach her how to swim?

after what's felt like the whole day at the pool, he stuffs her into a towel the size of a blanket. she's shivering, and her lips have turned purple and blue, but his pearl has refused to let up and exist outside of a freezing pool in the middle of this island.

she disappears in the towel, wrapped up tight in polka-dotted fabric. she's giggling underneath as he attempts to dry her off, words of annoyance bouncing off of her as he manhandles her and cleans behind the ears. she's just a floating head, towel wrapped around her shoulders, a little burrito that shivers underneath his fingertips.

"are you done?"

"you need to shower."

"we both do," she tells him with a laugh. "you also smell like chlorine."

she's still wiggling to herself when he locates the keys to the beach house, because even though there's no one on the island, there might be bears. probably not. birds. yeah. they're smart enough to open an unlocked door, surely. especially since there's food in the kitchen, spread across the kitchen island like a buffet, because marinette had cooked and baked and done all sorts of stuff, excited to have a countertop bigger than the size of a laptop screen to make food. here, she'd gone wild, but then forgot to store it away— she samples the food on and off, treating all the dishes she's made like finger food. everytime she eats, she hums, and luka just can't force himself to tell her to pack the food into the fridge.

he turns back to her when there's a wet, sloppy slap on the pool deck, half expecting it to be the sound of her tail. it's the same quality— that moist, damp, thwap that is so common with their fins, that he's all at once surprised at the noise and befuddled when she's not, in fact, wiggling on the floor trying to crawl back into the pool without her sea legs.

her bikini bottom is on the floor, though. pink and scalloped and red accents because while he'd expected her to wear something sweet, he hadn't expected her to pack a bikini so... her, while he just wears a simple black water shorts that costs way more than it should, he'd been looking at that tiny little string that holds the individual parts onto her body with awe. jealousy. appeciation. something between the three, wondering if he can convince her to sit on his lap for a bit, just a little bit, as their bond flares in his chest.

pink and red fabric on the floor.

marinette is still in her burrito.

"are you naked?" he asks her, blurts out, as if it'd bubbled out of him like a soda.

"no."

"i'm pretty sure that's your bikini on the floor."

"no," she laughs. "not naked."

but she shimmies again, just as he asks, "how di— but— if you're not naked, then—"

she moves just a little bit to the left, letting two shell-shaped fabric pieces fall to the ground. bikini top.

"now i'm naked," she announces, to no one in particular but him, brown eyes almost blue with mischief.

"you little—"

"—i need a shower," she says, wiping at her face with a corner of the towel, teasing him with a pale, bare shoulder. "can you make sure i get all the chlorine off?"

he's tenting in his board shorts.

#speakizys #cest la sea

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unhinged-summer-fun · 2 years

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dream ballet

Happy Danktober 4th! Today's prompts are Spanking, Scallop, and National Taco Day! Happy Taco Tuesday!

TBAD Polycule: Dave York x Carol York x Marcus Pike x F!Reader (22+)

Summary: You and your lovers share your strange dreams one lovely, lazy morning.

Word Count: 937

Warnings: none. Dave being a horny bastard toward the end.

A/N: Hi my TBAD babes <3 kissing you all on the mouth.

[full danktober list here]

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"There is no possible way that there's an entry on tacos."

"It's possible. There's actually tons of meanings."

"This is wild," Marcus laughed and pulled an arm around you, tugging Carol closer in bed. You lounged with your head in Carol's lap, and she played with your hair idly.

"This website is insane. Tell me more about the tacos. Were you... eating them? Making them, were there too many tacos?"

"Too many tacos? Blasphemy," Carol scoffed.

"I was eating them," Marcus said, taking a breath and refreshing his memory. "We were in the kitchen. On the outside it looked creepy, we were all staring at one another and smiling across a big plate of tacos. Nobody talking, just smiling."

"You're right, that does sound creepy," Carol teased, earning her a visit to Marcus' ticklehands.

"Aw, this is so cute." You sat up and turned to face them. "Tacos signify warmth and comfort, going with the flow and being content with your life. Sharing with others--I'm assuming, since we were all there and not fighting over them--could mean you're a selfless person and a provider for your family."

"That's so sweet! What the hell?" Carol leaned over and reread the entry you were referencing on the dream meanings website. "So random, too. How do the tacos know?"

"Dreams don't always have to make sense," Marcus said, blushing a little and trying to deflect the praise as always. "In fact, dream ballets tend to occur outside the continuity of the production."

"They also were powerful tools of foreshadowing through dance and music."

"Foreshadowing what? Tuesday?"

"Plot."

"Damn, forgot you were a dance captain in high school," Marcus said with a shake of his head. He kissed Carol's cheek. "What'd you dream about last night? Anything weirdly symbolic?"

"...yes."

You looked up at her eagerly, opening another tab on your phone. "There... we were... okay, I can't remember a lot of it. But I do remember I was sitting on the beach with everyone. And suddenly the ground started shaking and we were picked up high in the air, and we were all sitting in the shell of a scallop."

"A scallop?!" you and Marcus said as one.

"Yes! Just the empty shell. It was so strange."

"What happened next?" you implored, typing furiously for anything that could be deciphered.

"The shell stopped rising, and you all looked at me and said this is yours," her voice was oddly monotone. "And then we all vanished. And I woke up."

"... and you say my dream was creepy. We were at least at home in my head."

"Oh, shut it," Carol laughed. "What's it mean, honey? Am I going to kill again?"

"Yes," you said dryly, before your face went all soft and sappy. "Scallops are the symbol of love and beauty. Aphrodite came from a scallop shell. You also like to wear lace a lot, so this tracks. Scallops can imply lace of fancy ornamentation."

"I like dressing nice!" Carol said, mock-defensively.

"Take the compliment, Carol..." Marcus growled, tickling her again. "You're our goddess of love and beauty."

She kissed him to stop him. "Fine. I'm the goddess of love and beauty. Happy?"

"Yes," you and Marcus answered.

"What about you, sweetheart?" he asked, reaching over and playing with your hair like Carol had done before. "Any dream meanings to share with us?"

"I'm six of one, half a dozen of the other," you said with a wave of your hand. "Dave spanked me for my birthday last year and my birthday is in a few days."

"You... you had dreams of getting spanked?" Carol said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"You were right about the foreshadowing," Marcus said with a similar smirk. You felt your face get hot at the very thought of what they may have planned for your birthday.

The front door opened and shut then, followed by a lock sliding home and a familiar sigh. Dave walked in through the door a minute later, sweaty from his run. "Look at you all," he said adoringly when he walked through, putting his running shoes back in the closet as he started to strip for his shower. The three of you watched greedily.

"Do you have dreams, Dave?" Marcus asked.

"Of course."

"Of what? Did you dream last night?"

"Hm, possibly." He wiped his face off with a dry spot on his shirt before tossing it in the hamper. "Why?"

"What happened?"

"Yeah, tell us."

"Was it weird or special?"

He gave you all a strange look, eyes landing on the phone in your hand. "Oh, you can't possibly believe that."

"We don't, it's just funny to look at," you said quickly.

"It called Carol the goddess of love and beauty."

"And it called Marcus happy, and that he loved providing for us."

Dave shrugged, slipping his shorts off. He tended to go commando on his runs, and this morning was no different. Your smiles grew wider, watching the free show. "I guess there's some truth to it. But anyone could have guessed that."

"I dreamed of getting spanked for my birthday."

"Well I'll try and make your dreams come true, then," Dave smirked. "I just dream of fucking you three stupid, all the goddamn time. Comes true every day."

He stepped into the shower, leaving his stunned partners on the bed gaping after where he was standing.

"I'm foreshadowing shower sex," you said, scrambling to your feet.

"That's not how foreshadowing works!" Marcus called, getting up as well.

"She's just making his wishes come true!" Carol laughed, joining the crowd in mobbing Dave in the shower.

#TBAD #danktober 2022 #unhingery #carol york x dave york x marcus pike x reader #f!reader #really halfassed that header huh

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