#Wood Block Candle Holders
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Hey @totallynotbat, happy gift exchange day, I know we haven't talked much, but thanks for letting me write for you, I don't know this is exactly what you had in mind, but I hope you like it! And thank you @technoblade-gift-exchange for putting this together, also haven't talked a whole lot, but I appreciate you, I had fun! I hope you all enjoy!
Emerald
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It's kinda sad, but it's also kinda sweet, no major warnings otherwise
A thin quilt covered the earth. Sections of saffron like the edges around a bruise, and burgundy trying to compete with a glass of wine, and sepia as the chlorophyll bled out with the final remnants of summer. A patchwork blanket of color like a kaleidoscope around and beneath me.
The occasional sector of basil melting into olive grass playing a game of peek-a-boo in the areas of earth where the blanket felt shy. Stray sticks of paper that lollipops once clung to and wrappers that once surrounded a piece of chocolate taking turns with the leaves in leading a waltz as the breeze lead its orchestra.
Dia de los Muertos.
Flyers with information on the day of celebration or stories made in spirit of the holiday were taped by the corners onto the sides of buildings or tacked onto signs made of oak or cork still hung from yesterday.
Posters with each island residents' face made with white paint to look like skeletons rested on pastel backgrounds, and were hung by two pieces of wood held together by a spring on rows of thick spiderweb and string, both of their ideal intended use was for holding clothes to keep dry, connected between two trees.
I let my feet guide me through the nearly ankle deep river of color, a series of rather satisfying crunches emitting from my path, which gradually changed to slabs of pastel blocks, which lead me to an archway that looked to be made of quartz.
Lanterns with flames dyed scarlet and lemon and cerulean hung on silver chains and rested overhead.
More banners made of spiderweb, with sections of cloth or perhaps tissue paper hung in the colors of the rainbow and then some, and supported by two thin stalks of wood which were placed on either side of the archway.
I walked through. There was a decoration every time I shifted my eyes or turned my head.
Lanterns, pots with flowers planted in them, flyers with short stories, a giant rainbow papier mâché amalgamation of animals.
I heard footsteps fade from crunching leaves beneath them to tapping as they reached the smooth surface of the pastel path. The person they belonged to coming up behind me and then standing at my side.
"Oy."
"How's it going, Fit?"
"Not bad, not bad."
"Heard I missed out yesterday, sorry about that."
"No worries, but yeah, hell of a day. Come on, I'll show you around."
Bits of tissue paper streamers were strewn about on the ground, some still dancing as they fell from the trees around us, occasionally getting caught in the branches on their journey.
A stray candy wrapper sometimes blew by like a tumbleweed, a few getting stuck in a group of leaves that had gathered in places around where the event was held.
"So I'm sure you heard about the eggs that stopped by."
"I did. Real shame I missed them."
"It is, and I know it's not the same, but you can visit their offrenda's over here, say hello, tell them you miss them, whatever."
"Lead the way, mate."
First we visited Juanaflippa.
Her alter had rows of potted lilacs and pink alliums lined up at the sides, and a few more pots scattered around the center.
A dozen or so pink candles were settled on the steps, some inside of skulls as a holder, most by themselves.
There was a shield, a few different swords, a couple of green apples, and some empty pink signs.
In the center of the alter was a painting of her wearing her glasses sitting in a gold frame.
I took a piece of flint and steel and relit the candles that had become flickering sparks of orange and thin plumes of smoke.
"Hey Juanaflippa.
Hope you're doing well. I don't know if that was really you that came back to visit us, I think maybe this means probably not, but I don't know.
Your dad really misses you, we all do, but your dad's a bit of a mess right now, more so than usual. Things are a bit off for him, physically and emotionally, not gonna lie.
We all miss you so much. We miss your little glasses and your backflips.
I hope you're doing alright, wherever you are."
Next was Bobby.
His alter had rows of potted turquoise flowers along the sides, along with a few violet and red ones, and a handful of the aquamarine ones in pots scattered around the center.
A dozen or so royal blue candles sat on the steps, some in skulls as a holder, most by themselves.
There were a couple of tridents, a gun, and some empty blue signs.
In the center of the alter was a painting of him wearing his denim overalls sitting in a gold frame.
I took a piece of flint and steel and relit the candles that had become flickering sparks of orange and thin plumes of smoke.
"Hey there Bobby.
Sorry I missed you yesterday. I hope you're doing alright.
Your parents miss you so much. I can tell your apa is sad sometimes, but he doesn't really show it, he doesn't show that side of him with anyone though, you're probably not all that surprised. He seems happy when he's with Cellbit though, you're probably not super surprised about that either. Your mom also gets kinda sad, but she's doing okay otherwise I think. Did you know she had wings? You'd like them.
We miss you, buddy. Your little dungarees and you giving us those blue flowers.
I hope you're doing good out there."
Then Tilín.
Her alter had rows of potted lilacs and some other red flowers along the sides, and some of the red ones in pots around the center.
A dozen or so crimson candles were settled on the steps, some in skulls as a holder, most by themselves.
There were some feathers, a piece of cake, a block of dynamite, and some empty red signs.
In the center of the alter was a painting of them with that little red bow on top of her head sitting in a gold frame.
I took a piece of flint and steel and relit the candles that had become flickering sparks of orange and thin plumes of smoke.
"Hi Tilín.
Hope you're alright.
Your dad doesn't talk about you a lot, I'll be honest, but it's not because he doesn't care about or miss you, he just doesn't know how to show or talk about things sometimes.
But he misses you so much, we all do. Your little ribbon and giving us red flowers.
I hope you're okay out there."
And finally Trumpet.
His alter had rows of potted daffodils and some other red and yellow flowers, some of both kinds were also scattered in the center.
A dozen or so yellow candles were settled on the steps, some in skulls as a holder, most by themselves.
There were some books, a few spiderwebs, and some empty yellow signs.
In the center of the alters was a painting of him with his propeller hat sitting in a gold frame.
I took a piece of flint and steel and relit the candles that had become flickering sparks of orange and thin plumes of smoke.
"Hey Trump.
I'm really sorry I missed you yesterday. But you weren't alone. There were so many people here for you.
I heard that even your dad was here. I'm sorry not everyone was there for you before and if you felt alone, no one deserves that, no matter their age. You didn't deserve what happened to you.
We all miss you and your little rainbow propeller hat so much.
I hope you're alright wherever you are. I hope you're happy. I hope you never feel alone again."
"Oh, sorry Fit, to be honest, kinda forgot you were here for a minute there."
I said as I heard a throat clear behind me.
"No worries, no worries, didn't wanna interrupt anything, thank you for saying those things though, I think they needed it, I think you kinda needed it too."
"Yeah, that felt kinda nice, thanks for bringing me by."
"I uh, I actually have one more thing to show you, if you'll follow me."
"Yeah, I'm really glad I uh, oh---"
We walked up to a set of red wooden stairs. An alter. An offrenda.
And in the center was a painting in a gold frame of a person wearing a skull with tusks, had long pink hair, a fuzzy red cape with white at the neck, and a crown.
Technoblade.
"Oh my God, dude, really?"
Fit just slowly nodded.
We stood and stared for a minute.
"Hey Fit, could you do me a favor?"
I reached for the camera in its bag around my neck.
"Yeah I gotcha."
There were rows of different leaves and potted flowers in blue and red along the side, and a few red and pink flowers in the center.
There were about a dozen white candles, all of them were lit.
There was a diamond sword, an emerald, a totem, a skull, an ender pearl, a crown, and a potato around the painting.
"I gotta leave something, hold on, do you have an anvil by chance?"
"I gotcha covered."
Both of our voices shook slightly.
Fit put down the anvil and I made a name tag, Toothpick, which I put on a diamond pickaxe, and placed that on the step between the totem and sword.
"This was really nice."
"It was really thoughtful."
"They really didn't have to do this."
"Yeah."
"Can I ask you for one more thing?"
"Of course."
"Can I have a second alone with him?"
"Take all the time you want, buddy."
I heard the leaves crunch as Fit's footsteps retreated and sat down on the ground in front of the alter. I brushed my fingers along blades of grass and the petals of one of the pink flowers in a pot beside me. I finally let the tears stuck to my waterline fall.
"Hey mate.
Has it really been almost a year and a half? That feels impossible.
There isn't a moment where you aren't on my mind. You're on a lot of people's minds. You'd probably be flattered though, make some kind of probably sarcastic comment, prick.
Wish you came by yesterday, maybe you did, who knows. Wish I was there to see if you did or not. Wish you could hear me telling you this right now, maybe you can, it's probably not impossible.
Chayanne, that egg kid of mine you maybe have heard me talk about, your nephew. You're his hero. And he's so much like you. I wish you could meet him.
I honestly don't know which of you is better at pvp, you both can put up a fight until the last second, you're both stubborn as all get out, and you both could win.
And Tallulah, Wilbur's egg, she's been staying with me since he had to go do his music and things, she knows about and admires you too.
You'd go kinda soft on her, guaranteed, she'd win you over. She'd give you poppies and play you music and make you laugh.
We all miss you, so goddamn much, take care wherever you are, okay Tech?"
After the tears on my face had dried and it felt like it had been quiet for long enough, I put my hand on the bottom step next to the pick one last time as a send off, then went through the archway to find Fit.
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Haunted House
This was a request for Kirk Hammett x best friend! Reader
No warnings
I'm so sorry if this seems kinda short and bad i went through writers block and i posted this so late bc i totally forgot about it 💀💀
It was a cold breezy dark Halloween night, Kirk and y/n were walking down the streets of a neighborhood just chatting about their days when all of a sudden Kirk spotted a tall house that looked like could break at the smallest gush of wind, the house was tall, a part of it was round with a spiked roof. "Wanna go in there?" Kirk asks you "huh?" You answer. You look over to where his eyes were looking and spotted the haunted house "hell no! There's probably ghosts in there that want to posses us." You said "oh come on it'll be fun the check it out" Kirk looked at you with a smile "...oh fine" you sighed sarcastically.
After you and Kirk walked down the driveway to the house the front door plated with a rusted silver rim and door handle flew open "must be the wind" Kirk murmered to himself. He took your hand and dragged you into the house as you looked around you realized how big the house actually looked from the inside, it had pictures of people and painting hung up on the wall, the moon from outside shun down into the house so there was some source of light that you and Kirk could use .You spotted a crooked and beautiful spiral flight of stairs that led to the second floor, as you and Kirk walked along looking around you took a turn to the left entering what seemed to be the living room it had a beautiful big open furnace with wood and ash still in it, there was also a old dusted dark green couch with golden legs. As you finished looking at the hung up pictures in the living room you realized that Kirk wasn't with you "Kirk?" You called out, you looked around again and at that point you noticed something, a moose skull right before the furnace you don't know how you didn't notice that earlier it's antlers are huge! Perhaps it was because of the dust everywhere and because of how dark it is as you inched closer to check out the skull Kirk was started to creep up behind you and just as you turned around Kirk scared you "JESUS!" you shouted "Nah it's just me, Kirk " he grinned you just wanted to slap the smug going off his face "don't scare me like that damn.." you answered "come on i wanna show you something creepy" he started to walk quietly and you followed behind him trying not to trip over anything that could of been on the floor. Both of you went upstairs to the second floor and went into a room. "What are we doi g here??" You questioned "shhh listen " it went silent between you two and that's when you heard the sound of voices coming from outside the front door "WHO IS THAT KIRK?" you scream whispered "it's just a bunch of teenagers don't worry... And i have a perfect idea on how to scare them" Kirk answered "no i don't want to be involved in this their just some kids come on you're really want to traunitize them for life??" "Oh ye you're right..they will be pretty traumitized after seeing your face" Kirk joked, you gasped and shoved Kirk by his shoulder to the side "..come on it'll be fun" like nudged you a bit, you thought for a while and answered "okay okay fine"
You and Kirk hid in a room hearing the teens on the first floor of the house you could hear them giggling and whispering to eachother when all of a sudden Kirk slammed the door wide open and the chattering from the teens stopped you could hear one of them say "what the hell was that?". Kirk made a scraping noise with a candle holder had found just a minute ago and scrapped it on the door. You and Kirk tried continaining your laughs as you both saw the teens running out of the house one tripping over their laces from pure panic and fear and the moment they all got out of the house you and Kirk burst out laughing while walking down the stairs "that was actually more fun than I thought it would be " you whiped a tear from laughing out of your eye "see i told you it was a great idea!" Kirk laughed. Both you and him started heading out of the house closing the door behind you which made a huge creeking sound and you both went out walking down the driveway and back onto the pathway you guys were on and you continued your way around the neighborhood and back home.
Requests are open
#kirk hammett#kirk x reader#fanfiction#kirk x you#metallica#halloween fic#october#aaaaaa#writers block#request
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“See anything?” The Hero of Hyrule called up to the canopy of the naked boughs, his hair stubbornly falling back in his eyes even as he reached up to brush it away again.
Fog smothered thin, towering trees, thick enough to be cut by a dagger. It covered the shy blooms of orange and pink flowers peeking out from the gnarled, tangled branches and new spring growth, swallowing every sound that dared to try and flee it. Mushrooms clung, hungrily, to damp bark, creating a twisting, miniature staircase up the trunk.
Hyrule followed it with his eyes, breathing in the earthy rot of the woods.
“No,” The wielder of the Four Sword said from above. He was a splash of dulled colours against the mid-day darkness, a quiet voice in the smothered quiet. “Nothing.”
Something rumbled in the distance; it sounded like a great beast rolling over to go back to sleep.
Sighing, Hyrule glanced down at his feet, watched a beetle scuttle over the toe of his boot. “Guess we’ll just have to keep looking,” he said, hoisting his shield and sword higher up.
Wood creaked and groaned, holding up with century earned patience as Four dropped from his makeshift perch in the canopy. His blonde hair had a few newly-grown dark leaves stuck in the strands and he plucked them out, letting them flutter to the forest floor. “Probably,” he said, picking his pack up from where it was hanging off a branch. “There weren’t any signs of the others. Or of... whatever the hell those things were.”
Round heads with massive pointed ears. Black skin that glinted like an oil slick in the dim light of their lanterns. Something bright and thick and colourful dripping from between numerous sharpened teeth.
“I’m sure we’ll find them,” Hyrule said, careful to step over a bit of rotten wood. There was a hole dug beneath it, deep and dark.
“The monsters, or the others?”
Some part of him wanted to stick his hand through the opening and find out how deep it went.
Another part figured that some things living in deep, dark holes didn’t want to be bothered after sleeping for most of the winter.
“The others. The monsters. Either.”
Four grunted beside him, boots caught in some still-drying mud. “I don’t suppose you have a lantern, do you?”
“Just a couple of candles,” Hyrule said, glancing over at him. “Why?”
The other hero hummed and hooked his thumbs in the straps of his pack. “It’s nothing,” Four looked back the way they had come, a thoughtful frown on his face. “But...”
Hyrule glanced towards the sky. The fog blocked most of it from view, the heavy, dark clouds around them rather than above. “You’re wondering if it was the light that attracted those... things.”
Shrugging, Four looked up at him. His eyes were dark. “Something like that.”
“Well,” it was easy enough for Hyrule to take off his pack and dig through the contents, finding the red candle he’d found when he was young and wandering the base of Death Mountain. The wick was darkened from years of use and white wax frozen halfway down the side in small, round beads. “It doesn’t hurt to try, right?”
A wave of his hand and the wick sputtered to life.
Four stared at it for a moment, opened his mouth, then shook his head to take the small, metal candle holder. “We could set it somewhere,” he said, looking around at the awakening forest. There were a few tangles of branches, a couple of rocks, one half rotten stump. “Keep an eye on it from a—”
Wood cracked. Groaned.
Leaves fell down upon them.
Hyrule and Four looked up.
There was nothing but the oddly grey world and still, silent treetops.
“I don’t think we’d have time for that,” Hyrule chose his words slowly, reaching for the hilt of his sword. The silver was warm beneath his touch. He searched the canopy, taking care to examine every odd lump, every strange shadow.
Dark, humanoid fingers curled over a thin branch, claws digging ever so carefully into the bark. A round, eye-less head peeked over the edge, the triangle point of an ear twitching as it slid out of hiding.
Hyrule lifted his free hand with careful slowness. In the eerie, smothering silence, he snapped his fingers.
The flame on the candle went out.
A screech pierced the fog. It sunk into Hyrule’s bones, clung to his ribs, froze in his lungs. Wood splintered as four, long limps curled out from beneath the tree trunk, a long, black tongue rolling out from gasping, hungry lips.
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They said visions were supposed to be an extension of yourself, as simple to use as breathing, so why was the first thing Link had done was burn?
For the alternate prompt, inferno
Link had thought he knew fire.
It was warm, sitting around a fire with family or cooking a meal. It was destruction, a single stray spark or unattended candle a sure way to lose your house, and your life along with it.
He was wrong.
Fire was death. Fire was burning trees, the dying screams of your brothers in arms as they roasted alive, smoke strangling your lungs.
“Mask!” He yelled, pulling his scarf aside briefly. “Sailor!”
The only sound was the wind and the crackle of the fire, the snap of wood as the fire burned down the forest.
“Sai–” He broke off, doubling over coughing. After an excruciatingly long thirty seconds, he straightened up, continuing his search.
The red gem was cool in his hand, even as everything else burned, more proof that this fire was his fault.
Cocky, arrogant– all the things he thought he had been able to overcome, still there, written out in the ashes for everyone to see.
They said visions were supposed to be an extension of yourself, as simple to use as breathing, so why was the first thing Link had done was burn?
“Captain!” A faint call echoed through the forest.
“Sailor!” He ran towards the voice. A crash rang through the trees, and he pushed himself harder, trying to reach them faster.
“Captain!” It was more frantic this time, but louder.
He stumbled into a clearing, eyes darting around frantically.
“Over here.” The sailor said, voice growing weaker.
He turned towards it. The sailor stood on a short rock, Mask leaning against him heavily. A tree had crashed down, blocking them from moving, and the bushes were ablaze behind them, flames licking at the edges of the sailor’s coat.
“Stay still.” He said, and tucked the vision out of sight in his scarf. Everyone in the army would know soon enough that he was the one to cause the inferno, but if pretending he hadn’t was enough to let him rescue his brothers, he would do it. “I’ll get you out of here.”
“How?” The sailor said, an uncharacteristic fear in his voice. “The tree’s blocking us, we can’t move.”
He glanced down at his hands. The leather would provide a bit of protection, and the small amount of resistance afforded to vision holders would have to work. He took a deep breath, and braced his hands against the tree, struggling to move it.
“What are you doing?!” The sailor shouted in panic. “You’ll—”
“I’ll be fine.” He said with gritted teeth.
The tree shifted slowly, ash crumbling away under his hands. Inch by inch, it moved, until at last the way was clear, and they could move from the rock.
“Are you okay?” He asked, pulling towards him to take the weight from the sailor.
“I should be asking you that, ya blubbering idiot!” The sailor grabbed his hands. Confusion slowly took over his face as he saw nothing but reddened skin and small blisters. “This isn’t–”
“I said I would be fine.” He knelt down, inspecting Mask, but he only tilted his head in Link’s direction, eyes half closed.
“He was burned pretty bad.” The sailor said quietly. “He pushed me out of the way when the tree fell and got hit with one of the branches.”
Link exhaled, slow and heavy. He fumbled with his tunic with one hand, tearing a long strip from the bottom, and tossed it to the sailor. “Hold that to your face.”
He pulled his scarf off next, and his vision tumbled to the ground, glowing brightly in the firelight.
“Is that–” The sailor gaped.
“It’s not important.” He said, tying his scarf around Mask’s face. He grabbed the vision, tempted to just leave it there, and picked Mask up. His face fell against his shoulder, eyes closing completely. “Let’s go.”
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"The healer said he'll be fine in a few days." The sailor said as Link entered the tent.
"That's good." He said, taking a seat at his side. "Have you slept yet?"
"...No." He admitted, the glow of his Anemo vision visible through tightly clenched fingers. "You got a vision today, didn't you?"
"Yes." He said. It would do no good to lie about it; he had already heard rumors about it spreading through the camp. He closed his eyes, preparing for the sailor's anger. "I did."
"It wasn't your fault."
His eyes snapped open. "What?"
"The first time I used my vision, I caused a storm and nearly sunk the ship." He tucked his vision back into the spot on his belt. "Pyro is a lot more destructive. I get it."
"I killed people, Sailor, that doesn't bother you?"
"Her name was Ilene. A piece of the mast broke and knocked her into the water."
"...Oh."
"We couldn't find her body." His voice broke. "I took her things back to her wife and told her it was my fault she was dead."
He wiped a tear away roughly. "I get it. We were in a battle, and fire is already hard to control. It wasn't your fault."
"That wasn't your fault." Link said. "The wind is an unpredictable thing. You couldn't have known what would happen."
"So the fire wasn't your fault, either?" He glared, but it didn't have as much impact as he probably would've liked. "Right? Or are ya going to be a dumbass again?"
"It's not nearly as simple as that, kid."
A hand tugged on his sleeve, and he looked down.
"It seems simple enough to me." Mask said.
"You're awake." Link said, bone deep relief settling in. "Thank the goddesses."
"Just because I have a Dendro vision doesn't mean I burn easily."
"Are you doing okay? Do you need anything?"
"Stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault."
"Mask… Look at yourself." His voice cracked. "Your burns are going to scar, and it's my fault."
"I think it's the goddesses' fault for giving you a vision in an already volatile environment."
"It doesn't matter who's fault it is, you should hate me for hurting you!" He snapped.
"...It sounds like you want us to blame you so it's easier to hate yourself." The sailor said quietly.
He jerked back in surprise. "That's– that's not–"
It wasn't true, right? The sailor was just a kid, he couldn't know– except the same thing had happened to him. He had hurt people with his vision, just like Link had. He would know better than anyone else.
"We don't hate ya." The sailor said. "No one does."
"They've been talking about me all day, sailor."
"Did ya actually listen?" He accused. "All of 'em are talking about how you were fuckin' screaming in pain trying to stop the fire."
"I started the fire, of course I was going to put it out!" He could still feel the pain of trying to pull it all in, take it back. It had made him so tired; it was a miracle he had been able to stay on his feet until they got back to the camp.
"Then stop blaming yourself." He said, crossing his arms. "Ya did the best you could to fix an accident."
“Did I? If I’d done the best I could, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at all because I would have gotten it under control.”
“Idiot.” The sailor said. “We shouldn’t be havin’ this conversation because you shouldn’t be blaming yourself.”
"I hear burn scars are all the rage nowadays anyway." Mask said. "If anything, you did me a favor."
"Three Goddesses, kid." He said, sighing. “Neither of you can actually believe that.”
“I do.” The sailor said, and Mask nodded. “And I’m gonna keep saying it until it gets through that thick fuckin’ skull of yours.”
“Why can’t you just–” His voice cracked, and he hated it, how he was completely embarrassing himself. “–leave it alone?”
The sailor rested a hand on his shoulder. “Because you don’t have to deal with this alone.”
He reached out, pulling him into a tight hug, burying his face in his hair. “You should be so angry…”
“We’re not.”
Mask reached over, squeezing his hand. He glanced at him, and he nodded.
His throat closed up, and he nodded back, hot tears falling down his cheeks.
He could… he could try to accept that.
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Revamp Your Backyard on a Budget: 10 Cheap Decoration Ideas
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Repurposing wooden pallets into furniture pieces is a trend that's both eco-friendly and economical. Utilize pallets to craft seating arrangements like benches, tables, or even a cozy swing. A splash of vibrant paint can add a pop of color, enhancing the aesthetic appeal of your backyard sanctuary.
2. DIY Planters: Greenery on a Budget
Elevate your backyard's allure with lush greenery by crafting DIY planters. Get creative with materials like recycled cans, old tires, or wooden crates. Plant vibrant flowers, succulents, or herbs to infuse your outdoor space with freshness and charm. These budget-friendly planters add a touch of personality to your backyard oasis.
3. Outdoor Lighting: Illuminate the Ambiance
Enhance the ambiance of your backyard retreat with budget-friendly outdoor lighting solutions. String lights, solar-powered lanterns, or DIY mason jar luminaries can transform your outdoor space into a magical haven after dusk. These affordable lighting options not only add warmth but also extend the usability of your backyard into the evening hours.
4. Upcycled Décor: From Trash to Treasure
Unleash your inner artist by upcycling everyday items into captivating décor pieces for your backyard. Turn old tires into colorful ottomans, repurpose mason jars into candle holders, or transform wine bottles into elegant torches. Upcycled décor not only adds character to your outdoor space but also showcases your eco-conscious mindset.
5. Thrift Store Finds: Hidden Gems Await
Explore thrift stores or garage sales to uncover hidden gems that can elevate your backyard décor without breaking the bank. From vintage furniture to quirky garden ornaments, thrift stores offer a treasure trove of affordable décor options. With a keen eye and a bit of luck, you can score unique pieces that add charm and character to your outdoor sanctuary.
6. Creative Signage: Personalize Your Space
Add a touch of whimsy to your backyard oasis with creative signage. Craft personalized signs using reclaimed wood, chalkboards, or even old window frames. Whether it's a welcoming message, inspirational quote, or directional signage, creative signage adds a personalized touch to your outdoor haven, reflecting your unique style and personality.
7. Outdoor Rug: Define Your Space
Define and anchor your outdoor seating area with a budget-friendly outdoor rug. Opt for durable and weather-resistant materials that can withstand the elements. A stylish outdoor rug not only adds warmth and texture to your backyard but also delineates different zones, creating a cohesive and inviting atmosphere for relaxation and entertainment.
8. DIY Fire Pit: Gather Around the Glow
Transform your backyard into a cozy gathering spot with a DIY fire pit. Utilize inexpensive materials like concrete retaining wall blocks or repurpose an old metal drum to craft a budget-friendly fire pit. Gather around the crackling flames with friends and family, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories under the starry sky.
9. Vertical Garden: Maximize Space
Make the most of limited space in your backyard by creating a vertical garden. Utilize vertical surfaces like walls, fences, or trellises to grow an array of plants, herbs, or even vegetables. Vertical gardens not only maximize space but also add visual interest and greenery to your outdoor oasis without encroaching on precious square footage.
10. DIY Outdoor Art: Unleash Your Creativity
Infuse your backyard with personality and charm by creating DIY outdoor art installations. From painted rocks and mosaic stepping stones to whimsical sculptures and wind chimes, let your creativity run wild. DIY outdoor art adds a playful and artistic dimension to your outdoor space, inviting admiration and sparking conversation.
Elevating your backyard's aesthetic appeal doesn't have to come with a hefty price tag. By embracing creativity, resourcefulness, and a dash of DIY spirit, you can transform your outdoor space into a charming oasis on a budget. From repurposed pallet furniture to whimsical outdoor art, there are endless possibilities to revamp your backyard into a cozy retreat without breaking the bank.
FAQs
Q1: How can I decorate my backyard without spending a fortune? A1: Decorating your backyard on a budget is all about creativity and resourcefulness. Explore DIY projects, upcycled décor, and thrift store finds to transform your outdoor space without breaking the bank.
Q2: Are there any eco-friendly backyard decoration ideas? A2: Absolutely! Embrace sustainability by repurposing materials, incorporating greenery with DIY planters, and opting for energy-efficient outdoor lighting solutions such as solar-powered lanterns.
Q3: What are some low-maintenance backyard decoration options? A3: Opt for durable materials and weather-resistant décor pieces to minimize maintenance. Consider low-maintenance plants, synthetic outdoor rugs, and easy-to-clean furniture to keep your backyard oasis looking fresh with minimal effort.
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10 DIY Wooden Candle Holders: Add Bucolic Charm
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10 DIY Wooden Candle Holders: Add Bucolic Charm
Candles and tea lights have been used to add plush radiance to any space since the beginning of mankind. Wooden candle holders can be an indispensable piece in interior design ventures. They make seamless centerpieces and really add that extra life to the home interior for a rustic décor.
Table of Contents
1 10 DIY Wooden Candle Holder Ideas
2 A Birch Log Wooden Candle Holder
3 Cinnamon Stick Candle Holder
4 Wooden Candle Holder for Votive Candles
5 Wooden Slice Candle Holders
6 Rustic Wooden Candle Holders
7 DIY Wooden Candle Holder Ideas
10 DIY Wooden Candle Holder Ideas
If you enjoy decorating your space according to the seasons, try some simple ideas this fall to make your home lovely and unique. Play with your imagination and make decorations that will bring a wonderful atmosphere to your home. You can use any kind of wood: raw wood, logs, slats, etc. that you already have in the home.
Here are some hand-picked and fascinating DIY wooden candle holder ideas to inspire you and make perfect wooden candle holders for your home.
A Birch Log Wooden Candle Holder
The DIY log wooden candle holder holds tealights and you can easily make a log candle holder to fit any size candle. Choose a piece of wood that is flat bottomed or pick a log that’s been split in half. Lay the log on a flat surface and trim or sand the raw edges.
Mark the holes and drill them according to candles and the simple DIY Birch log wooden candle holder is ready. Following the same directions, a marvellous wooden branch candle holder can also be made as a dining table centerpiece.
Cinnamon Stick Candle Holder
Simple, yet highly fanciful, the imaginative construction of wooden candle holders makes them a supreme ornamental accent to adorn Woodland theme and Farmhouse style events. If you love the scent of the cinnamon sticks, then this craft is aptly for you. Create easily, with a bunch of cinnamon sticks and some hot glue.
This project will work well with candles in glass containers. Around the glass container, glue the cinnamon sticks and light a candle inside it. Its lovely fragrance and radiant whimsical glow will accentuate the surroundings to add an idyllic flair to your space.
Wooden Candle Holder for Votive Candles
Cut all the wood to size and sand it down to make its ends smooth. Glue the pieces and make it a rectangular box, attach a glass piece on the top. Let the glue dry carefully before moving it or lighting the candles.
Set the votives inside the wooden candleholder at even intervals, and your outdoor lighting is complete for a patio setting.
Wooden Slice Candle Holders
Bring woodsy rustic appeal and peaceful earthy tones to the décor and craft projects with all-natural wood candle holders. To accentuate the home with a delightful rustic feel which seems natural and incorporates many outdoor elements, use wooden slices as a stunning wooden candle holder.
Technically, just a piece of natural tree trunk may be used for many things, but putting a small candle on the wood and letting it melt is an aesthetically pleasing sight. The attractive country style wooden candle holders will bring serenity to the living room, fireplace, coffee table, kitchen counters, window sills, mantel, and other corners of home and office space.
Rustic Wooden Candle Holders
To create an apt bucolic and rustic display, take a darkly stained wooden block in an unconventional shape which appears chic and classy. Embellish it with some very thin candles at home for a perfect display of a rustic wood candle holder for a reclaimed chic look as decorative accessory.
DIY Wooden Candle Holder Ideas
Conclusion
Do you like the impression of making a wood candle holder with the minimalist and rustic chic ideas? No doubt these bucolic wooden candleholders will look great in their natural wood colour. Surely, wooden candle holders add a dash of striking vivacity into your tabletops and candle displays.
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The Elegant Art of Crafting Pens
There is something uniquely satisfying about putting pen to paper. Today, everything has been digitized to the point where interacting with a physical media offers a unique delight to the senses. Therefore, what better way to enhance that experience than by using a pen that you’ve crafted yourself or perhaps purchased from a local artisan? Handmade pens not only serve as functional writing tools but also offer a personal touch and an expression of creativity. So whether you are giving a gift OR just making something small for yourself, pen turning (or lathe turning) is a great hobby to get into. But, where to start? How to get into this at all? Well, let’s look at the practice step-by-step. Or you could check out the following video to assist with your lathing journey.
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Materials Needed: Before we dive into the process, let’s gather the materials required for making a pen:
Pen Kit: This typically includes the pen components, such as the pen body, refill, clip, and end cap. These can be found at your local hobby store.
Pen Blank: Let’s dive a little into the term “Blank”. A blank is a block of material (wood, acrylic, epoxy resin, or metal) that will for the main body of the pen. So, select a material that reflects your likes.
Lathe: A machine used to shape and turn the pen blank. This practice is also called “Turning”. This machine is VERY versatile in it’s use, but commonly used for pens, bowls, and candle stick holders (amongst other things)
Sandpaper and Finishing Materials: Various grits of sandpaper for smoothing and polishing the pen, along with a suitable finish, such as wax or varnish. Here’s where a bit of creativity in your medium can flow. You can choose different finishing that produce different effects. I would recommend Googling and planning out your desired end result.
Adhesive: Usually, cyanoacrylate glue (also known as CA glue) is used for securing the pen components. This is VITAL to your project. Don’t skimp and don’t rush the gluing process.
Step-by-Step:
Prepare the Pen Blank: Select the desired material for your pen blank and cut it to the appropriate length. Ensure that it is slightly longer than the pen kit to allow for trimming. Many of these pen kits recommend certain sizes to start with, so make sure you read the instructions provided by your pen kit.
Drill the Blank: Mark the center of the pen blank and use a drill press to create a hole that matches the diameter of the pen kit’s tube. Be cautious and wear appropriate safety gear during this step. Go slowly, take your time measuring your materials. Remember, measure twice, cut once.
Mount the Blank on the Lathe: Secure the drilled blank onto the lathe using a pen mandrel. Make sure it is aligned properly to prevent wobbling during turning.
Shape the Pen: Switch on the lathe and use appropriate turning tools to shape the blank. This will depend on the type of shape you would like your pen to take. Many different textures and shapes can be achieved in this portion of the project. So plan ahead. A sketch of the desired shape wouldn’t hurt. Begin by roughing out the basic design and gradually refine it to your desired shape. Take your time and pay attention to detail, ensuring a smooth and symmetrical finish.
Sanding and Finishing: Start with coarse-grit sandpaper and progress to finer grits, gradually smoothing the pen’s surface. Use a sanding block or lathe-mounted sandpaper for even results. Once satisfied with the smoothness, apply a suitable finish to enhance the pen’s appearance and protect the material.
Assemble the Pen: Following the pen kit’s instructions, carefully insert the pen components into the blank. This typically involves attaching the refill, clip, and end cap using the provided mechanisms. Use CA glue sparingly and avoid getting it on the visible surfaces of the pen.
Final Touches: Check the pen for any rough edges or imperfections. If necessary, use sandpaper or a file to make small adjustments. Clean the pen to remove any dust or debris.
One extra step you could explore is the use of a lovely pen box. This will provide protection, and a finishing touch to your project. We recommend our Gems On Display exclusive pen boxes. Please see the pen box below.
Matte Black Single Pen Boxes, Holds 1 Pen – SKU#: 80B-1
Crafting your own pen is an immensely rewarding experience that allows you to create a functional work of art. Whether you choose to work with wood, acrylic, or other materials, each pen becomes a unique expression of your creativity. With practice and patience, you can refine your pen-making skills and even experiment with different designs and techniques. So, why not embark on this journey and discover the joy of making pens by hand? Let your creativity flow and enjoy the elegant simplicity of writing with a pen that you’ve crafted with your own hands.
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Discover the Beauty of Handmade Decor at Chokhi Dhani Kalagram
Handicraft Store Near Me: Exploring the Beauty of Handmade items and Bags
There is an increasing demand for things that are distinctive, individual, and important in today's fast-paced world where technology controls practically every aspect of our lives. Herein is the appeal of handcrafted furniture and luggage. They are not only stunning, but they also reveal the artist's talent, originality, and cultural background. You should look into the choices offered at a Handicraft Store Near Me if you want to give your home or clothing a unique touch.
Handicrafts Near Me: A World of Artistic Diversity
Handicrafts are handmade products constructed with traditional equipment and methods that are frequently handed down from one generation to the next. They typically reflect the distinctive cultural legacy of their place of origin by being fashioned from natural elements like wood, clay, fabric, or metal. The diversity of handmade items, each of which showcases the talents and creative expression of their maker, is what makes them so beautiful.
You may find a wide selection of handicrafts at a Handicrafts Near Me, whether you're looking for a hand-carved wooden sculpture, a bright textile wall hanging or a beautiful metalwork candle holder. You may be sure you're getting a genuine, ethically sourced product from these shops because they typically source their goods directly from artisans or cooperatives around the globe.
Handmade Décor: Add a Personal Touch to Your Home
A terrific method to give your home a personal touch is through home décor. A handicraft store offers a variety of possibilities, whether you're seeking for a spectacular item or subdued touches. Because Handmade Decor pieces are distinctive and frequently one-of-a-kind, they bring charm to your home and are a wonderful conversation starter.
A rising trend in décor is the use of textiles, which may be used in a variety of ways, such as wall hangings, rugs, pillows, and curtains, and which can bring colour, texture, and pattern to a space. Natural dyes from plants and minerals are frequently used to colour handmade fabrics, making them both exclusive and environmentally sustainable. From boldly block-printed fabrics to elaborately hand-embroidered tapestries, Kalagram shops sell a wide variety of textiles.
Bag Store Near Me: Add Style and Function to Your Wardrobe
In addition to being a useful item, bags can also be a fashion statement that gives your outfit more character and individuality. Handcrafted bags are distinctive and frequently made of high-quality materials, which makes them a terrific investment. A Bag Store Near Me offers a variety of handcrafted bags, from vibrantly embroidered totes to chic leather clutches.
The utilisation of age-old methods such as weaving, beading, and embroidery is a common trend in handmade bags. These methods generally represent the cultural traditions of their place of origin while adding texture and character to a bag. Beautifully woven bags may be found from all over the world, such as the vibrant woven totes from Mexico or the intricately beaded bags from Africa.
The use of sustainable materials in handmade bags, such as repurposed leather or recycled fabric, is another current trend. These components provide a bag a distinctive look in addition to reducing waste. A Hand Bag Store Near Me will have wonderfully created bags made from repurposed saris or reclaimed leather.
In conclusion, discovering the exquisite handmade furnishings at Chokhi Dhani Kalagram is a wonderful opportunity to give your home a special and individual touch. Chokhi Dhani Kalagram offers a wide variety of handcrafted décor items that showcase the talents and cultural history of their creators, whether you're searching for a statement piece or subdued accents. So, stop by a Kalagram shop today to see the amazing beauty of handcrafted furnishings that will improve the atmosphere of your home.
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Heart Wooden Candle Wedding Love
Weddings are a time to celebrate a meaningful commitment to unconditional love. Your wedding day is deemed one of the most incredible days of your life. The memories created that day are sure to be everlasting, so you shouldn't pull out your phone during the ceremony, but you can (and should!) take all the pictures and make it a unique, personalized gift.
Personalizing a wooden holder candle with your favourite Wedding with a Bride and Bridegroom for your guest or yourself is a perfect way on that day.
Unique two individual candle holders are unity to create a cute heart shape decor for your Wedding, party, and home.
You can put tea lights in these wood candle holders, perfect for little arrangements or to put on a table.
It is made of natural solid wood, carefully handcrafted and polished, and beautifully designed log shape holder.
Bedside table light, ambient nights in the garden, yard, camping, restaurants, pubs, shops and more.
Great home decoration for Special nights, events, dinners, birthday parties, Christmas decorations, etc.
Specifications:
Design both two sides, front and back, by your choice.
100% brand new and high quality
Made of environmentally friendly natural wood, non-toxic, safe and durable
The message is sublimation directly on wood to last forever, a perfect keepsake
Can light this candle and tell her how special she is to you
Material: Solid wood
Size: 120*90*45mm
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Best Home Decorative Products In A Budget
Our home is the most peaceful and comfortable place. Your home shows your ideas, thoughts, and your behaviour. Decorative products give you positive vibes and give you a high level of satisfaction. It is a part of your life. Indian lily is one of the best online home decor stores. It has a large collection of home decoration products online. They provide all types of household and home decoration products. The product of indian lily is very affordable as compared to amazon, flipkart etc. we mentioned some decoration product for your home.
1. Brass & Iron Tealight Candle Holders: Tealight Candle Holder It is a stylish candle holder which has a metal or brass body, it provides a royal feeling to your bedroom, hall, and dining room. We have provided lots of designs available to our customers, easy to use for the consumer, easy to carry candles with holders without any problem. The price of a candle holder is 700 rupees, which is very affordable for all of us.
2. Shoe Rack Plastic: Multipurpose Shoe rack Plastic is made of durable material. The Shoe Rack is the best choice for home home decoration, and it is easy to wash & clean. This multi-tasking shoe rack is foldable and easy to carry anywhere. The shoe rack has multiple layers with different designs. At our website Indian Lily we have listed different types of shoe rack with different patterns, quality and colours. The Price of the shoe rack is 1350 rupees which is very good for your family members.
3. 4 piece bathroom set: it is made of polyresin material which is a durable stone. It has multiple benefits like : maintaining a positive vibe in your bathroom, easy to clean, light weighted, economical products, easy to use , Stylish and versatile. At our website Indian lily we have listed different types of Bathroom soap dispensers set with unique patterns and designs. The price of a 4 piece bathroom set is 1470 rupees which is affordable.
4. Foldable Laundry Basket: It is made of wood, which is a natural product & made by handicraft. It is a unique & round shape. Baskets have multiple benefits: manage dirty clothes easily , easy to carry anywhere, easy to wash, natural , economical, stylish & foladable, light weighted, easy to set up.At our website Indian lily we have listed various types of Foldable Laundry Basket with unique Colours and designs. Laundry Basket Price is 700 rupees which is affordable as compared to another shopping website or market.
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The type of person my favorite Tolkien characters would fall for:
With Boromir, Éowyn, Éomer, Merry, Pippin, Fili, Kili, Thorin, Bilbo and Tauriel.
I know Tauriel technically isn’t a Tolkien character, but I love Evangeline Lily and I love red-haired women. Sue me.
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Boromir:
An artist. It doesn’t matter what kind of artist; whether you practice in paintings, clay, paper, wood, writing etc., he would love an artist as a s/o. He is always quite busy himself, therefore he never found time and dedication to a hobby, so seeing his s/o being capable of - for example - making a small statue or candle holder from a block of clay would absolutely blow his mind. He would run around with it, showing it off to anyone. He does know when not to, though. If you don’t want others to see it, he would leave it as it is, but your art always passes through his eyes. He’d see you work and he’d see the finished product, even if it is not for him to see. He’s always intrigued by it. Make him something special that is for him personally, and you made this man’s whole week. Perhaps even his whole year. He’d put it up somewhere in his room for everyone’s eyes to see. The love this man holds for you and your art cannot be measured, honestly.
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Éowyn:
Someone who is just as pigheaded and independent as she is, I believe. Obviously, there is no holding her back, but she can be insecure at times. She needs a s/o who will remind her of how strong she is and that she deserves anything this world has to offer. Someone who would follow her to the ends of Middle-Earth if it meant making her prove her worth. She has the constant need for validation as she grew up overlooked as Shieldmaiden instead of warrior, so she would love someone who would remind her of her worth and shower her in affections and compliments constantly. Even if it is not needed. She always appreciates it and cannot express her love for you whenever you show her how much she means to you.
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Éomer:
An absolute sweetheart. Someone with a caring heart and good causes. Perhaps you have a soft spot for certain people or animals, but he’d love it. Someone who would remind him of the good left in the world. How something so dull can appear so colorful and prideful at times. A bit of sunshine after the rain. He has seen a lot of war and violence himself, so upon meeting someone who will remind him of the positive things in life, he would most likely fall in love at first sight. Give him a bouquet of flowers or a personally baked cake, and he’d melt on the spot. You’d always give him something temporary to show him that beautiful things might not be everlasting, but they can certainly cheer a person up. You’d give him a whole new perspective on life, and he loves it.
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Merry:
A silent person, most likely introvert. I feel like Merry is fairly extroverted himself, but he’d love someone who is more to themselves. A person who does not parade around with an open mouth and open mind. Someone who holds back a bit more. Perhaps of shyness or purely the idea of not being comfortable around others. He would probably fall in love with a bookworm; someone who can spent the days in their room reading a good book without the need of socialization or fresh air. I can just imagine him coming home one day with you one the couch reading. He’d just wriggle his way into your arms, head on top of your chest and just stay like that while you keep your eyes on your book, you hand occasionally drifting down to roam through his hair. He’d love it.
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Pippin:
Someone with great stories to tell. He’d love stories about literally anything. You could tell him about old fairytales or things that happened to you once, it doesn’t matter. Pippin loves a good story. You could just lay beside him at night and talk about a vacation you had years ago or a book you recently finished. He’s a sucker for it. I also feel like he would love someone who would join him in his occasional mischief, but also someone who would tone him down a bit and make sure he isn’t doing something too irresponsible. A bit like Merry, but with more control over brakes and consequences. But still someone who knows how to have fun, though. That’s the most important to him.
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Fili:
Give. Him. A. Badass. Partner. Someone who can beat his ass in combat. Someone who always speaks their mind and isn’t afraid of the consequences. Fili would be absolutely smitten with a s/o like that. You don’t even need to draw a line at your actions, that is his job. He’d keep you in line whenever necessary. Speak up for what you believe in, fight for what you feel is right; it’s just the things that draws Fili to you. He needs someone who can just beat a pack of orcs in hand to hand combat without breaking a sweat. I know I gotta keep it pg, but this dwarf would instantly be turned on, there’s no way to sugarcoat it. He would love someone who could also think strategically, and create a clever solution to any plan, not necessarily thinking about what others want, but solely on that that needs to be achieved. He loves it. He would never shut up about it.
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Kili:
A nerd. I am so sorry for the Tauriel and Kili shippers among us, but you cannot convince me that Kili would not be head over heels for someone who is incredibly smart or logical. Maybe you will tell him a bit about history, or an analysis about what his stupid actions might lead up to, but it’ll shut him up. Literal heart eyes. You could rant to him about anything about any subject you’d like. You can talk about geology for hours? He’d listen to it all. Invested in Mythology? He’d be in awe of everything you can info dump him about. He would probably brag about it in front of others about how smart his s/o is. He loves using it in arguments (which he will guaranteed get into. He does not know when to shut up.).
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Thorin:
A musical and emphatic s/o. Thorin enjoys music more than he lets on, but if you can play any instrument (or even sing), his heart would be taken. He could listen to it for hours, occasionally even joining in - as he can sing and play harp, no I will never shut up about this. It does not even matter to him what genre it is. Whatever music it is you make, he will appreciate it and let you play in front of others if you give him permission to. Personally, I think he’d prefer someone who likes holding their music as something private, because it makes hearing it even more intimate, but if you are prepared to let others listen too, he would probably not shut up about it for the rest of the night. The empathic part speaks for itself; Thorin is not exactly good with emotions, so he needs someone who would tell him what to say and how to act at certain times to spare other’s feelings. It takes away the whole intimidating part about Thorin, that much is true, but a king needs to be decent and polite, and not rough and stern, correct?
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Bilbo:
A decision maker. Bilbo is, obviously, a people pleaser. He needs someone who will help him out in decisions and conversations. Someone who has a mind set out on a single thing and will not wander from it. Someone with a strategic and steadfast mind. A smart, and quick thinker. He loves riddles, so if you were able to return one at the same time he’d asked you one, he’d be on cloud nine. Perhaps also someone he could just turn to whenever he’s frustrated or in trouble. Where he could say what he wants to without getting any response. He’d probably love an s/o who would walk up to a waiter to tell them he wanted ketchup with his fries.
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Tauriel:
Someone who takes joy in the smaller things. Maybe a little daisy in a big field, or a simple bird bathing in a river bank, but those little things that make you happy, would make her absolutely adore you. When you always manage to find something positive or look on the brighter side of things, no matter how desperate they might look. Tauriel is a realistic thinker, and it often had negative influences, so with a s/o who could convince her to see the good side would be a great relief for her. A charming person who could cheer up anyone, or could make others laugh, even as things seem dark, would be amazing for her. She would even admire you for it. She loves that about you!
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AN: This is for for @AuroraRose2081 on AO3 aka @c-rose2081 Flightless & Friends Week.
Day 4: Nothing But Angst
It's a crossover between my TimeTravelAU! and c-rose2081's flightlesssAU! It's currently going to be a one-shot but I may continue it at a later date.
ch.1 don’t you be afraid (everything will change)
Mirabel did not expect to be tackled. But she really really really should have. With her luck, it was inevitable that she would be embroiled in magical shenanigans. If she could travel back farther in time to talk to her 5 year old self, she would say that having magic or dealing with it was soooo overrated.
As she stepped through the door into the light of day, she was greeted with a familiar yet unfamiliar sight. It looked like Casita and smelled like Casita but it was like looking at one of Camilo’s magical mirrors in their room. A familiar image yet distorted by the reflection. There was a large tower that wasn’t Bruno’s tower and instead had a balcony and landing area. This Casita reminded Mirabel of the large aviary that she had saw with Cass at one of the markets as it had wide open spaces. The smell of warm wood, feathers and was that her mamá’s empanadas . . .? filled the air. It’s magical signature was familiar to Mirabel but like everything else hummed slightly different from her home world. Her quick look around Casita as she looked around took a second before her eyes landed on different version of her familia and they had wings??? Eyes widened on both sides as they stared in shock at one another in the courtyard. Across the room was another Tía Pepa who had seemed to be reading to Antonio with Tío Félix nearby. Isabela, Luisa and Dolores were in the middle of a card game while her mamá and papí were having a quiet conversation on a bench with a plate of empanadas nearby. Even Abuela was in the shadow of the doorway with a bittersweet grin on her face as she watched her familia. Where was her mini me and Cami--
Before she could finish that thought a body slammed into her and attempted to grab her legs and tackle her. In auto pilot she slammed her forearm into the figures shoulder with her left arm and with her right arm stopped thin arms from looping around her legs. With a quick pivot of her body she stepped behind their body and had her arms around the persons head ready to snap their neck as her body pounded with adrenaline.
Her eyes finally took in the small form below her and “CAMILO!” bursted out of her as she took in her primo’s curly brown hair and yellow ruana. Beige and brown wings flapped as the body in her arms squirmed in fear but stopped momentarily in shock as they said, “Mirabel???” Not wanting Camilo to hurt themself trying to escape her, she released them as they stumbled away with wide eyes as they took in an older and taller Mirabel,
At the corner of her eye, a smallish figure with a candle holder hurtling toward her despite the desperate cries of “MIRABELL!” “MIRABEL!!!” “DON’T”. Casita gives a conflicted rumble but before they could intervene, Mirabel quickly dodged the swing of her mini me and used her mini me’s momentum to throw her towards the direction of Camilo who caught mini Mirabel while the rest of the Madrigals got into a defensive position.
During the commotion, Isabela, Luisa and Dolores had ran towards the older version of Mirabel and protectively blocked Camilo and Mirabel out of sight as their wings expanded in a protective snap. This Isabela didn’t look like Señorita Perfecta as her gorgeous white embroidered long sleeve and a multilayered purple skirt with red flowers on it and a straw hat. This Isabela had a protective and ferocious expression on her face as she stuck out her arms and vines started to break through Casita’s tiles to wrap around her ankles. With a shhhhht, Mirabel unsheathed her machete and with a quick swing of both arms sliced through Isabela’s vines. More vines started to erupt and Mirabel felt her strength wane as her heart pounded, she asked, “Casita, a little help here.” Casita obliged and reprimanded Isabela by lifting the tiles under her feet and broke her concentration. Quickly slashing the growing vines from tying her up, she made a move to flee through the entrance of Casita as she sheathed her machete but Luisa had rushed towards her. MIERDA! Her sister could be scary.
Spotting a pile of rope nearby, Mirabel fled in that direction with Luisa on her heels.
“Stop! Mirabel!” Luisa called behind her.
Mirabel grabbed the piece of rope and darted back towards Luisa who skid to a stop in surprise. That was all the time Mirabel needed as she wrapped the rope around Luisa fast enough to bind Luisa’s wings to her body. Luisa’s startled face met hers and she sent her sister from another world an apologetic glance not bothering to tie the rope.
Before she could flee, a gust of wind slammed her to the wall and Casita gave an apologetic mumble. Ahhh shit, that hurt. Her head throbbed at the body slam against the wall as darkness swam at the edges of her vision. As her vision was going dark she heard an angry, “PEPA! That was too much.”
“Lo siento, Juli but I didn’t want her harming anyone else.”
Isa’s voice surprised her, “She didn’t. She was just defending herself. Besides some bruises, she never made a move to use her weapons.”
The last thing she felt was a semi familiar warm hand check the back of her hair and a sigh that she recognized as her mamá’s “What am I going to do with you” sigh.
***
Julieta didn’t know what to think of this mysterious stranger that wore her daughter’s face.
It was just a regular Sunday afternoon, and for once, everyone was in the same area relaxing as they rested before the week started all over again. Pepa and Félix had decided to read to Antonio one of his favorite animal books as Parce, Antonio’s jaguar, napped nearby. Isabela, Luisa and Dolores were all playing toruro off to the side and no doubt exchanging chisme. She and Agustín were discussing one of Agustín’s favorite sci fi novels and the possibility of worlds that existed like their own (many world’s theory) or if there existed worlds that had different beginning and thus different types of people like a version of Julieta that had Pepa’s gift (multiverse theory). Her mamá was somewhere around Casita. Off to the side, Mirabel and Camilo were playing fútbol with Casita against Casita’s wall.
The appearance of an ornate green door with a candle in the middle marked with all the Madrigal familia’s symbols was odd. The green door was carved with Julieta’s mortar and pestle, Antonio’s animals, Pepa’s sun and weather motifs, Luisa’s weights, Bruno’s hourglass, Isabela’s flowers, Dolores’s sound waves and Mirabel’s Mariposa. It was enough to draw the familia’s attention and shock. Casita made no sound as if this was a regular everyday occurrence.
What was even shocking was the door opening and a person stepped out. It was . . . Mirabel???!?!? An older version of Mirabel but it didn’t look like their Mirabel. This one’s face was sharper where their Mirabel’s face was round. Her eyes were a shade darker and went from a wood to more of a cedar color. What was even more alarming was the militaristic demeanor and appearance that this Mirabel had. This Mirabel’s lovely curls were plaited into a braid that went down mid back. A dirtied white tank top, brown belt and dark green cargo pants slipped into light brown combat boots. At her hip was what looked like a sheathed machete and some knives. Her heart went into her throat at the partial view of a large scar slightly visible above the tank top that spoke of a fatal wound. How was this Mirabel alive?
This Mirabel’s sharp eyes stared at their Casita in awe and wonderment before she stiffened in surprise at the audience waiting before her. Her body unconsciously moved in a defensive position. Before Julieta could say a word, a blur of movement showed Camilo tackling this Mirabel and Julieta watched in horror as older Mirabel’s face turned cold and automatically blocked Camilo’s tackle before putting them into a head lock. From what she was told by some of the veterans from the militar, there were a few options of what could do if someone had put some one in a head lock. You could stop a person’s air flow until they were unconscious or you could shift your hands and snap someone’s neck. A hint of recognition flooded the older Mirabel’s face as she shouted “Camilo” and Camilo froze in confusion, wings out. Thankfully, this Mirabel face softened and she pushed Camilo towards Félix who steadied Camilo and took in the scene warily.
Julieta’s heart started pounded and a “Mirabel!” ripped out of her throat as she saw their Mirabel bravely try to defend Camilo who had been pushed towards their familia. She saw the older Mirabel’s eyes widened in reluctance but they managed to almost gently redirect Mirabel towards Camilo. Their Mirabel was caught and unharmed.
Julieta took a step forward but an arm held her back as Agustín, angled her head towards the girls as they stood protectively in front of Camilo and Mirabel.
The next few moments went quickly as Isa tried to tie the older Mirabel but Mirabel cut down the growing vines. Gasps rippled across the familia as Casita listened to the older Mirabel. Luisa gave her hand at trying to contain the older Mirabel with a small plea and that flicker of reluctance grew but soon the familia was shocked to see a tied up Luisa who struggled to unbound herself.
Before Julieta could use Mirabel’s full name in a desperate hope that it would stop this Mirabel from hurting anyone or running away, Pepa wings had unfurled and sent a gust of wind towards the sprinting Mirabel. Her eyes had widened in fear, panic and shock before she hit the wall with a smack. Ouch.
Seeing a Mirabel, any Mirabel, get flung against a wall caused her heart to pound and an angry, ““PEPA!” came out as she reprimanded her hermana.
“That was too much.”
Her hermana winced and a dark grey cloud hovered over her head while a curious and frightened Antonio peered from his mamá’s side. His eyes full of concern for the other Mirabel. Félix had a hand on his esposa’s shoulder and gave a comforting pat. His eyes keeping a careful eye on the downed Mirabel with an unreadable expression.
Pepa ducked her head in shame and explained, “Lo siento, Juli but I didn’t want her harming anyone else.”
An agitated Isabela crouched closer to the fallen Mirabel, her wings shuffling in agitation as she glared at her tía and said something that made them all stop cold, “She didn’t.”
At her familia’s eyes on her, she explained while gently checking the other Mirabel’s glasses and sighing in relief that they weren’t broken. She also gently checked the Mirabel over and gave a sigh of relief at the sign of a chest moving up and down. “She was just defending herself. Besides some bruises, she never made a move to use her weapons.”
Agustín was right beside Isabela and gave a “she’s right. She seemed more like she was trying to flee then fight. She could have hurt Camilo, Mirabel, Isabela or Luisa but chose the most efficient way to avoid them”.
Dolores helped Luisa untangle herself from the rope as Luisa reflexively moved her wings. Luisa’s eyes were full of concern for both Mirabels as she glanced at their Mirabel and then the older one. Their Mirabel’s face was full of curiosity and wariness. She seemed almost overwhelmed at another copy of herself.
Julieta quickly made her way and gave a sigh at the young woman who looked so much like her own daughter but so different at the same time and gave a sigh. Checking the back of the girl’s head, she was relieved to find no blood but a decent size bump on the back of her head. With Agustín and Isabela’s help, they propped her against the wall.
Isabela gently placed the glasses back on the other Mirabel’s face and adjusted them so they weren’t crooked. Their Mirabel glanced curiously at her look alike as Juileta gently checked over the older Mirabel. The large ropy scar in the middle of her chest had caused her heart to stop and her blood to run cold. Her hand hovered above the area but she could not bring herself to actually touch the scar as her mind unhelpfully supplied that it was the exit wound. This Mirabel should not be alive with what looked like a blade had sliced through her back piercing two vital organs. The heart and the lungs. She shoved that thought in the back of her head as she watched the rise and fall of her chest. Made sure to check this Mirabel’s pulse which was racing fast. Using her powers, she was distressed to find the numerous healed injuries that this Mirabel had suffered through. The most distressing of these injuries was this Mirabel’s fatal injury of an impalement, a stab wound on her left torso and a few gun shot wound on her right thigh and left shoulder. One of the more recent healed injuries was a broken shoulder blade, shoulder and collar bone.
At that point, her mamá had joined the crowd around the mysterious Mirabel to the surprise of the rest of the familia. She stared at the older Mirabel with an expressionless look but there was a slight tremble to her hands. Her eyes darting to the sheathed machete and the scarred and mirrored image of one of her nietas.
“How did this happen? What happened?” her mamá demanded.
Isa was the first to answer in a clear tone, “That door appeared over there and she stepped out. Before we could say anything, Camilo tackled her and we fought. Tía Pepa knocked her out.”
At that last sentence, Casita gave an unhappy rumble that startled the familia.
“Casita, why are you unhappy?” Abuela asked.
Casita brought over a blanket, a plate of empanadas and one of her smelling salts. With a pointed gesture, Casita lifted up the items and flapped open a tile to point at the unconscious Mirabel.
Abuela hesitated but asked, “Is she a danger to our familia? Should we tie her up?”
At that Casita made an angry grumble and shook a nearby shutter in a vehement, “NO!”
Abuela seemed taken aback at Casita’s reaction. It was clear that this Mirabel was important to Casita. Julieta took a closer look at this Mirabel’s wrists, she noticed faint scars around this Mirabel’s wrists and her hands flew to her mouth as she noticed the rope burn scars.
Slight concern appeared on Abuela’s face as she questioningly asked, “Julieta?”
“I think Casita says that this Mirabel wouldn’t react well to be tied up. She has some rope burn scars around her wrists,” Julieta explained.
“I see. Let’s wake her up and see how she got here. Luisa and Isabela, be on standby in case we need to restrain her. Félix, could you please disarm her. Dolores, please verify this Mirabel’s vital signs for any lies. Everyone besides, Julieta, myself and the others, please give some room in case anything happens.” Abuela ordered.
The familia all gave a nod as tension filled the air. Félix, quickly unbuckled her machete with its sheathe and the knives at her belt quickly. Her hijas, got ready in case this Mirabel tried anything and Dolores stood by Abuela’s side. At her mamá’s signal, she placed a smelling salt under the older Mirabel’s nose and a few seconds later, Mirabel’s eyes snapped open and she gave an involuntary inhale. Time to get some answers. [1/2]
ch. 2 something’s gonna bring the change
It seemed like moments later, that Mirabel awoken. Something smelled like cat piss and Mirabel would know as she almost stepped in Parce’s pee in Antonio’s room the night of his ceremony. The smell brought her back to consciousness and she woke unable to get enough air in her lungs, a hand came into her view of vision and panic thrummed through her. Her head ached and it didn’t help that she tried to scramble back and brushed her pounding head against the wall with a wince.
“Mira. It’s ok. We’re not going to hurt you,” a different version of her mamá said gently, her eyes full of concern and her wings outspread (which was still a bizarre addition to this Mirabel). Despite her reassuring words, Mirabel’s eyes darted toward the remaining Madrigals and saw her Luisa flanking Abuela protectively but eyes full of worry. What was odd was this Isa was right by mamá with a clenched hand and her hand twitched as if she wanted to reach over and comfort her.
Her hands scrambled near her side but met open air and her eyes flickered to this world’s Tío Félix who had unholstered her weapons and had placed them behind him with Camilo, Tía Pepa, Antonio, and her tiny doppleganger watching her with cautious eyes. A flicker of green and the glint of metal, soothed the panic and fear in her chest and her body relaxed at the fact that Cass had her back. She forced her breathing to calm as she took in a breath and held it before releasing it in a puff. She did that a few times as her breathing turned back to normal.
“Here.” This version of her mamá offered out an empanada and she grasped the warm empanada and strangely familiar callused hands. Casita gave an approving rumble and she let out an amused huff.
“Casita, you’re as bad as mamá. Besides, a little warning next time would have been nice.” Mirabel told Casita.
To the Madrigal familia’s surprise, Casita tossed the blanket over to the older Mirabel so it landed right all over her upright body. Comedically, covering her whole face and front. Pulling the blanket off of her self she gave Casita a deadpan look and patted the floor as she said, “Ok, ok. I won’t give you so much attitude.” Casita gave Mirabel a small pat with one of the wall tiles that she exasperatedly huffed at. Seriously, most Casitas were almost as bad as her mamá with embarrassing and smothering her with their love.
Taking a bite of the empanada, warm pork, beef and potatoes coated her tongue and she gave a sigh of relief as her mamá’s magic washed over her body, soothing the bumps and bruises that she had received. After she finished the empanada, she stood up slowly as to not spook the other Madrigals. They tensed slightly but all eyes were glued on to her as she rose and straightened to her full height.
This abuela’s eyes were flickering between her and Casita. Her face in it’s usual authoritative mask but bewildered eyes with reddish magenta wings, white highlights and a black middle. She was a few inches taller than her abuela but Mirabel had grown since she was fifteen and was still a few inches taller than this abuela.
Not beating around the bush, Abuela asked calmly, “Who are you? And why are you here?”
Giving a wry grin as she put both arms out with palms facing upwards and a slight dip of her head, she explained, “I am Mirabel Maria Valderama Madrigal from another world and I am just passing through.”
Murmurs broke out at that as eyes widened and disbelieving stares were thrown her way. Abuela eyes flickered over to Dolores who was at her right who gave a nod. Ah. They must have been using Dolores's hearing to make sure she was telling the truth.
Disbelief shone in Abuela’s eyes and her mouth twisted into a frown. “Another world? Are you saying that there are other worlds like this one with the exact same people?”
“Yes. More or less. In my world, my familia doesn’t have wings, we just have the same gifts as you guys.” she explained, her eyes cataloguing the similarities and differences of these Madrigals and this world.
“And you? Do you have a gift?” Abuela eyed her skeptically.
“Nope,” she nonchalantly popped the “p”. “Don’t need one. Besides I learned and my novia has confirmed that magical powers are overrated.”
At that shocked inhales were heard around the courtyard and her abuela’s eyes seemed to narrow even further. Older Mirabel’s eyes flickered to her younger mirror counter part who looked at her with curiosity, fear and wonder.
Before this Abuela, could say something unintentionally hurtful, Mirabel eyes turned knowing and she could see the similar landmarks and life events that had similarly shaped this Abuela. The trauma, fear and grief that she hid underneath her mask of perfection and control.
“Abuela, Casita can vouch for me,” Mirabel stated as Casita gave a clatter of agreement, “I have no intention of hurting or harming this familia or the town. This is just a pit stop before I can get back to my current home world. If I can guess, this world is right before my home one.”
At Mirabel’s knowing eyes and the unsettling feeling that this Mirabel knew her and that her mask wasn’t fooling this Mirabel, caused Alma to step back in slight discomfort. Luisa step forward in an effort to shield this Abuela but it was unnerving looking at an older stranger with her hermana’s face. What was even more unnerving was the knowing look in her eyes as if she knew all about this familia’s trials and tribulations. Dolores glanced at this Mirabel who had such an intense and knowing gaze directed at their abuela. This Mirabel’s heart sounded off. Weaker. Her lungs straining to get enough air when she woke up that Dolores almost said something to her Tía but this Mirabel soon got it under control. But besides her initial awakening, her heartbeat had sounded calm and steady. Self assured.
Abuela shifted slightly but held on to her stern facade. “Very well. You may stay here for as long as you need before you go home. You are a guest here and I expect you to act like one. I assume, your abuela and your mamá have taught you how to behave.”
Instead of the scowl and angry expression that abuela expected, this Mirabel just smiled understandingly, “Sí, abuela. Just one thing. . .?”
Abuela had started to turn away when hearing the sí but stopped and raised a brow.
“Are you ok if my novia stays as well?” Mirabel asked.
“ ¿ Tú novia?” Abuela asked with wide eyes that turned into shock and fear as Mirabel pointed to a figure on the balcony.
On the balcony was a fierce looking woman with ebony ringlets streaked with gray that were chin length. She wore a green tunic, black cape, black pants and boots. A sword was strapped to her back. She had a bow and arrow trained on abuela and the Madrigals all tensed in preparation for a fight. Before Luisa could shield abuela, Older Mirabel told Dolores to cover her ears who nodded in understanding.
Giving a piercing whistle, Mirabel got everyone’s attention.
“It’s ok. She’s just making sure I was ok. After the previous Madrigals tried to kill us, she was just being careful.” Mirabel explained to her shocked audience. Giving Cass the “ok” signal, Cass gave a firm nod and walked down the stairs keeping a close eye on the other Madrigals. No one made a move to stop her before she walked right beside her Mirabel. With a soft look, she gave Mirabel a once over before giving her a quick chaste kiss.
“Tried to kill you guys?” Isabela choked out. A slight blush dusting her cheeks as she glanced between the two of them that shifted to horror at their remark.
“Yep. They weren’t a fan of ‘outsiders’ interfering with familia or town business,” Cass said dryly.
“I mean it is our business, when that whole familia is going to implode and innocents are going to get hurt or die. But we took care of it,” Mirabel said determinedly. The two women exchanged looks and Mirabel eyes roved over Cass’s figure who didn’t look too worse for wear. It seemed that Cass had arrived in this world shortly after she did.
The two exchanged glances, you ok? Cass asked. Mirabel gave a bitter smile , no . . . but I’ll survive. We’ll make things right with that other world. We’ll make sure that Mirabel has a chance of a better life. Cass gave her a reassuring squeeze as the tightness in her chest loosened.
The Madrigals just stared at them in shock as they tried to wrap their brains around another versions of themselves being bad enough to kill others. Abuela cleared her throat, and explained, “She may stay as well but separate rooms. It is not appropriate for the two of you to stay in the same room unless you guys are married.”
At the wince and look on Mirabel’s face, Abuela raised an eyebrow in challenge. “Thank you for your kindness, Abuela but we actually have our hammocks and gear. We’ll be camping out by the river behind Casita.”
Casita gave a disappointed grumble as the Madrigals noticed the new door that had a candle and a crescent moon above it. “Ah, sorry to disappoint Casita but we’ll be back for meals and such. We just need some space to get used to this new world but we won’t forget you.”
to be continued (in the distant or near future; i dunno)
#encanto#my fanfiction#crossover#flightless au#mirabel needs a hug#cassandra needs a hug#magic is overrated#casita is a little shit#flightless!fam does not know what will hit them!#ao3 fanfic
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The Ascension
A Slay the Spire story, Part 7
All Parts
The toy weighed heavily in my bag as I trekked upward. It hadn’t yet revealed its purpose, but it seemed to be done building power.
Climbing up one more set of stairs, and I found myself facing something I hadn’t yet seen before—a door.
Not just any door, though. Ten feet tall, it was inlaid with an enormous carving of a soaring bird. Cracks ran up and down the wood, leaving gaps one of them was big enough for me to slip through, if I was determined. The feathertips touched the edges of the door, majestic even in its state of disrepair.
Just as I was about to lean down and crawl through the hole, a busy shuffling of footsteps sounded from behind me. I spun, feeling the nervous malice rising from several sources.
For a moment, the small crowd of miscolored gremlins and I stood and stared at each other. Five of them, shuffling uneasily.
“Dam.” said the little red one. “Dam skeered.”
“Ah.” I replied. “…hello?”
“Hhhallo.” The pink one rasped at me, holding up what appeared to be a candle-holder, repurposed as a shield.
The round orange one piped up as well. “Who ya? Whois ya?”
“Snigfet.” The magenta gremlin contributed. Behind the slouching creature, a scrawny purple gremlin watched me with wary eyes, a curled stick held tightly in both hands. Out of the whole group, that one held the most malice.
“Who are you?” I countered, holding my staff ready, but not in threat. “What are you doing here?”
The red one was the one to answer for the group, stepping forward. “Am Nog. Find Nob. Nob lost. Seen Nob?”
Hesitantly, I shook my head.
“Gah!” The fat one sputtered, waving what appeared to be a piece of wood at me. “Durr’ba le!”
The first speaker stepped forward, shouting back in its own squeaky, raspy language. He waved the orange one down, giving me a side-eye. All the others seemed restless too, but they listened.
Pointing toward the door, the gremlin spoke again. “Lagavulin. Stuck. See? No way up. We stuck. You stuck.”
Considering his words, I glanced at the door. Carefully, keeping my perception upon them, I crouched to peer through the crack in the door.
The room beyond was spacious. An enormous arching ceiling rose high above the floor, and a few stone benches curved around the center, as if made for a small audience. In the center was a podium. Once upon a time, it had held a statue of some sort. I could see a pair of stone talons gripping the base, broken off at the ankles. High above, a beautiful sapphire wing still hung from the ceiling. The feathers appeared to be delicately layered stained glass, underlaid with a sparkling golden color.
The remnants of torn banners decorated the walls. This seemed like a church, of some sort. Perhaps once it had been a place of gathering for the people living here.
At the far end, another grand doorway led further on. This one was not blocked by a decorated slab of wood. Instead, an enormous white shell lay inert in the threshhold, wider than the exit and nearly as tall. A number of holes ran up the surface in pairs.
The whole thing was haphazardly decorated with rubble and gold. Pieces of junk and jewelry appeared to be stuck to the surface at random, and a number of tangled ropes hung from the holes and ran around it.
That must be the Lagavulin the gremlin had spoken of. Was it some sort of enormous snail? A clam? What could have a shell so huge?
Behind me, I heard the gremlins suddenly start whispering—loudly—to each other. “Now! Now!” “Get!”
I spun, pulling out of the door right as the attack came.
My ankles were in serious danger from the slouching magenta creature, as it waved a sharp piece of metal wildly at me. I kicked it.
Power surged from my satchel and into my body, empowering my strike so much I nearly lost my balance. The gremlin slammed backward at incredible speed into the red one, with a crunch of fragile bones.
A piece of wood slapped me right across the face, causing me to stagger backward a little in surprise. The fat one could reach higher than I’d thought.
He was next, receiving two swift blows of my staff to the belly and bowling backwards across the hallway, collapsing limp against the wall.
That left three, and I had a moment to breathe as I hummed to calm, surveying the rest of my attackers.
The most attention went to the red one, which was shouting words in its own language I could only assume were obscenities. It seemed particularly angry, blood dripping from a slice on its arm where it had been struck with the body of its companion. Still, it wasn’t too hard to fend off the frantic claw-swipes, and the other two weren’t attacking directly.
In a way, that was even more worrisome. The shield goblin was standing protectively in front of the purple one, watching me carefully. The one in the back was holding its curved stick in front of it, and a faint red light was quickly coalescing at the tip. The gremlin was shaking, as if it could hardly hold the power steady.
“Here it comes!” It suddenly howled in a disturbingly clear voice.
Worrisome indeed. I couldn’t let that attack go off. I had to get past the pink gremlin first, though, and then hit hard enough that the little wizard wouldn’t get a chance to release its spell. There was only one way to do that.
So I let the sting on my face and the anger from the surprise attack leak through into Wrath, and surged forward. A double sweep of my staff batted aside the defense, and then returned to flip the wizard into the air.
A sudden instinct rose up, and instead of lowering my staff to hit again, I surged upward and drove my knee into the airborn creature. It soared backwards down the hallway, tumbling down the stairs.
A second later, claws latched into my shoulders from behind.
A hiss of pain escaped my gritted teeth. A quick spin didn’t dislodge my assailant, and neither did striking wildly over my shoulder. Only after slamming my back into the wall did the little red monster fall off, and I slammed the base of my stave into the fallen gremlin to finish him off.
A small thunk caused a spark of pain in my thigh, and I turned to see the shield-wielding gremlin resolutely rear back with his silver candle-plate for another blow.
I punted him down the stairs to join the others.
Panting, I spun to search for another attack, ready to intercept something from the fat gremlin if it had gotten back up.
It hadn’t. The fight was over, and no more attacks came.
Slowly, I let Wrath bleed away, replaced with normal anger. The sting in my shoulders and blood down my back fed into the feeling, and for a moment I just let it surge through me, tempting me to go and check just to be sure none of them were faking.
I listened to that urge for a while. It was my urge, even if it seemed cruel, or senseless. It came from somewhere, and ignoring it or denying it wouldn’t make it go away.
Then I let it out with a long, slow breath, bringing the calm mantra back to my lips. I sang it out loud for a minute, vocalizing the sound and enjoying how it rang in the hallway.
Then I sat down among the bodies and started my meditation.
—-
An hour later, I’d had a breather and solidified my decision to improve. The toy in my bag had also been given time to recharge, from whatever empowering ability it had given me at the start of the fight.
I felt ready to walk in and take on the creature in the room. Perhaps I wasn’t, but I would have to take the chance if I were to continue.
So I crept into the room, circled about the pedestal, and approached the enormous shell.
I was quiet, though perhaps it wasn’t important. If I could get in a surprise attack, it would be worth it. That shell would be difficult to get through, and I would take any extra damage I could deal before it woke to defend itself.
Taking a few deep breaths, I hummed Calm ever so quietly to myself, and then stepped forward. As I did, I pushed the beats of Wrath in to join the mantra, freeing my limits, giving me strength. I’d practiced entering the powerful stance without attacking in one of my previous meditations, which meant I could save the power from the little red cow to combine with the power of my mantra.
I closed my eyes briefly, feeling the song. It was repetitive, but it also flowed with me and my body, and so it changed, sometimes day to day. Slowly, I built it to a crescendo, reaching inside myself to feel for the perfect moment.
Lost in the mantra, I gripped my sword in both hands and attacked, twin strikes of blinding speed and power.
I faltered, for the briefest moment, even as my staff drove into the shell and enormous cracks lightninged up the smooth surface.
Sword? Why had I felt like I was holding the hilt of a blade for a moment? Why had it felt natural? There were no cuts in the shell, only cracks, but…
I couldn’t stop now, though, especially not when I could hear the creature moving inside its shell. I kept attacking, wild, furious strikes that threw chunks out from the creature. I kept attacking, even as enormous spined legs with razor tips pushed out from underneath the creature. I kept attacking, even as it lifted up that enormous shell with monstrous strength and a single malicious eye appeared in one of the many holes to stare at me. Using the last few moments I had, I made a quick decision and reached into my bag, bringing out the small potion of weakness. I whipped it at the creature, an easy target, and the glass shattered. Pink liquid dripped down its shell.
And then I stopped, and frantically attempted to switch my mantra to Calm as I threw myself backwards in an attempt to avoid the backswipe the creature threw at me.
Not a snail, then.
It caught me across the middle with the blunt side of the leg, and I was thrown bodily across the room.
Twisting to protect my head, I slapped the ground with both feet and a hand, clutching my staff to keep it from flying out of reach. It stung my palm and the soles of my feet, but it also made it possible for me to fling myself out of the way of the next attack. Which was good, because I had no room to breathe as it thundered toward me at a shocking speed.
I managed to take only a glancing blow. Still, it made me stagger. If it hadn’t stopped the assault, I wasn’t sure I could have kept up. Even weakened, it was terrifyingly strong.
That didn’t mean I was out of danger, though. A low, keening wail started to reverberate out of the creature, echoing from the many holes in its shell. I could feel my limbs grow weak, and the staff suddenly felt heavy in my hands.
That didn’t matter when I surged into Wrath. I took the opportunity to leap forward and drive the end of my staff into the cracks I’d made before, landing directly on the creature in my rush to attack. All of a sudden it gave way, and my staff plunged deep into something soft, wet, and very vulnerable.
The Lagavulin staggered, and I barely managed to get out of the way before it crashed to the ground, legs falling limp.
Victory thrummed through my limbs, bringing strength back. This time, I allowed myself to shout, throwing a fist into the air.
Then I sat down, fast, because my legs were still trembling.
I lay back against the shell, looking up at the ceiling and catching my breath. Wrath seeped away, and I hummed my own gentle tune.
Something dangled next to me, and it sparked with some significance. A circular reed, strung with colorful strings. A dream catcher. It hung among the other junk and jewelry the crab had strung itself with, but it stood out in both color and presence.
A trophy, for my victory. I reached over and untangled it from the other bits of detritus. Carefully, I tucked it into my satchel. As part of the order, we were encouraged to avoid too many sentimental items. But this felt deserved. I knew that if I had encountered this fight at the beginning of my journey, I would have died.
And in regards to that, it was time to continue my improvement. I closed my eyes to begin my meditation. Perhaps I should have sat up, but it didn’t truly matter how I positioned myself for meditating.
My physical skills had begun to reach their peak. Perhaps now, it was time to focus on my spiritual skills. I’d been trained in them by the divinities, it was what gave me my Sight. But I had yet to truly utilize them. Many of them were difficult to use in a fight, but they could also be very useful.
The sound the creature had attempted at the end reminded me of something I had yet to try. Sensing the auras and intents of other creatures was a stable of my perception, but impressing my own violent intent upon them was something I could do as well. If done right, it might distract them, open them up to my attacks.
I held that thought. I could utilize intimidation, just like this monster had.
Meditation over, I stood and stretched. I was bruised, but not broken. I could continue onward without a rest.
But I paused, before I left the room.
Turning toward the center, I looked up at the remains of the statue that had once stood there. The huge sapphire wing glimmered with an internal light.
There was gold in there, I was pretty sure. If the rest of the statue had been similarly gilded, I could see why it was all missing. And also why only this was left, suspended unreachably high above the ground.
Still, I bet I could reach it. I had the body of the crab to climb on, and I was nimble enough.
It felt wrong, though. This used to be a revered place of some sort. People had gathered here, for worship or community.
Worship of what, I wasn’t sure. But it had been important enough to build a statue for.
Respectfully, I dropped to one knee and closed my eyes. I cast my perception over the sapphire wing, wondering if perhaps there was still—
Significance hit me like another strike from the Lagavulin. It caught me entirely off-guard.
A vision overwhelmed me.
Wings in the water. A cry of thunder. A spire, towering untold miles into the sky. Millions of minds, watching the stars.
Death. Again and again, death, and then reemergence. Forgetting, the true death.
It is time to forget. It is easier to forget.
It is impossible to forget.
I staggered to my feet, away from the pedestal. My head swam, and yet I felt oddly… clear?
What was that? Still off-balance, I headed for the door, away from the statue, away from the room. As I climbed the stairs, I felt light, almost buoyant.
I finally started to settle back into a familiar rhythm as I stepped into the next room. This one was much smaller than the last.
Seated in the center on a small rug was a masked man in a blue cloak.
“Ah.” He said. “I’ve been expecting you.”
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