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bottlesandbarricades · 10 months

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The Hour of Ghosts

Summary: A short story exploring the supernatural consequences of the Dance of the Dragons. Word Count: 2961 Warnings: Major spoilers for House of the Dragon season 2 / Fire & Blood, Major Character Deaths, Suicide, Mental Illness, Violence, Graphic Injury, Spooky Themes A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing something hotd-related and is essentially my coming-out-of-writing retirement fic to ease myself back into writing. Big thank you to @beaconofthehightower for pushing me to finish this and @dreamymoomin for beta reading. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my silly little ghost story 👻

The Dance of the Dragons left deep scars on the Seven Kingdoms, political and otherwise. Although the literal stench of death was vigorously scrubbed clean, the stains remained, ingrained into the very fibre of the people and the world left behind.

The battered, burnt banner of fire, blood and loss hung over the ruins of a once noble house. Hastily patched and practically mended with rough hands attempting to salvage what remained of House Targaryen and restore order to the realm. The bitterness of it all stuck to the tongue like ashes in your mouth - it had been for nothing.

No one had won; everyone had lost.

The generations to come would debate the facts and wage their own war with words, for and against each side’s claim in volume after volume of biassed histories. Others would simply gloat with the gift of hindsight, suggesting that those involved should have foreseen that a war of kin slaying kin and dragon fighting dragon would never have had a glorious victor.

As the years passed, the memories of the war faded from the sharp, throbbing string of freshly cut wounds to aching battle scars. Moving into that part of the collective memory, where the lines between fact and legend become murky and confused. Truths became as tangible as wisps of smoke from an open hearth, sewn together with the thread of imagination by every wet nurse in Westeros.

Something haunted these lands - collective trauma manifesting and twisting into tales of ghosts, ghouls and fantasm.

From the North shore of the God's Eye, where the blackened ruins of Harrenhal sit decaying, it is said that some evenings as the sun drops below the Western horizon, a high-pitched whistle can be heard in the wind. A piercing unnatural sound that makes the blood in your veins run cold.

To the native smallfolk, this sound is a well-known harbinger, a sign to shutter your windows tightly and turn in for the night - less you wish to glimpse something eerie illuminated in the moonlight over the inky black water.

The story goes that the shrill sound of Prince Daemon's mount, Caraxes, is always followed, even on the clearest of nights, by a rumbling like thunder, so loud that it sends ripples through the lake - the roar of the once mighty war dragon, Vhagar.

Phantom snarls shake the ground, hailing the infinite clash between the Blood Wyrm and the she-ancient dragon of the one-eyed Prince, Aemond Targaryen.

The sound of wings that no longer beat and gnashing jaws that have long since crumbled to dust echo for dozens of miles. Sparks of white-hot dragon fire gone cold reflected in the water below. As spectral flashes of red and bronzy green scales appear against the colourless void of night, weaving and merging like a coil of translucent serpents, struggling and writhing for dominance.

Shades of memory replay - Caraxes’ jaw locked tight around the larger dragon's throat, as Vhagar clawed, bit, and ripped in bloody retaliation. Tearing scales from flesh, and flesh from bone with the ease of Valyrian steel.

However, most unnerving are the two pale princes themselves mounted on the ghastly long dead beasts, as silver as their hair was in life, both gaunt with death and cadaverous to the eye. Sallow skin pulled taut over their skeletal faces, cheeks stained with tracks of red from bloody tears, which ran from sunken eyes.

Two souls destined to be locked in a battle for eternity, forever to play out their mutually assured destruction. The elder fated to leap from his dying mount and drive his blade of moonlight into the younger’s skull - again and again overlooked by Black Harren’s accursed seat.

A sickening and frightening spectacle for mortal eyes to perceive, yet in the absence of fear you might say there was a chilling beauty to the scene. Always to end the same way - poetically some would say - in fire and blood.

To the south, high above the city of King’s Landing upon Aegon’s Hill, the mighty Red Keep plays host to many ghosts of its own. This is no surprise as many people would wager that enough blood had been spilt within its walls over the years to fill the Blackwater. The castle is plagued by ghouls from across the ages, some from the days of the conqueror, himself.

Folk could pass many a long winter’s night recalling the countless tragedies of that castle and those who were said to remain there. It appeared that this war of dancing dragons only added to that grisly spectral collection.

It is Maegor’s Holdfast, where servants don't dare linger alone and guards dread to be posted in fear of hearing her. The whisper of phantom sobbing that murmurs just beyond the reach of your ears or more terribly ghoulish shrieks of anguish that grasp your throat with fear and settle in your chest. It is the sound of grief-driven madness consuming a gentle, yet tortured soul.

Even as the years passed, the agony of Queen Helaena’s bereavement was palpable, the sounds of her anguished cries were enough to drive anyone to madness. They consumed you, drowning you in sorrow and dragging you down with suffocating melancholy.

Some say that Helaena’s haunting was part of what drove her Mother, the Dowager Queen Alicent Hightower to her own derangement in the years following the war.

Tormented, not only by the loss of her three sons but also by the cries and whimpers of her dead daughter, which echoed off the pale red stone. Confined within the very same walls that had been sweet Helaena’s home turned prison in the last half year of her life before she had flung herself from the window to her death, impaled on the spikes below.

Alicent Hightower had been harshly punished for her sins. The feeling of being trapped, one way or another, had been a constant companion throughout her life. Yet it seemed being locked away, like her daughter before her, was the final straw.

No needle and thread nor book could save her sanity.

She spent her time attempting to converse with people unseen, sickened by the colour green and longing to hold and comfort her dearest babe in distress whom, like the rest of her children Alicent could no longer picture the face of.

On her deathbed, it appeared that the raging fever quieted the madness and allowed for moments of clarity and reflection for the Queen in chains. As expected, Alicent spoke at length of her regrets and confessed her transgressions. It seemed for the first time in a very long time, Alicent Hightower was at peace.

“I want to see my sons again.” Alicent had said, as her life ebbed away. “And Helaena, my sweet girl.”

The Septa who sat in vigil over Queen Alicent that night, failed to mention everything that happened in the final hours of Alicent’s life in her official account. What the poor woman had witnessed as the rain lashed against the castle windows had left her shaken, clutching her seven-pointed star so tightly that each corner had left tiny cuts on her palms and fingers.

At the hour of the wolf, the Stranger had come for Alicent Hightower, but it appeared death was not alone.

The Queen’s breaths had become shallower and shallower until finally, the death rattle had set in. It was then that an eerie coldness filled the bed chamber, at odds with the raging fire in the grate. Gooseflesh prickled across the Septa’s skin as the chill engulfed her. A cold so biting that she could feel it seep through the numerous layers of her coarse linen robes.

It was strange and unnatural.

With an abrupt rush of wind, the fire was extinguished from the hearth. Snuffing out her last fragile defence against the fear that had suddenly taken hold of her. The room was consumed by darkness and the Septa’s only solace now was a handful of low-burning candles clinging to their flame within the bedside lantern.

She knew she should move; she should attempt to rekindle the logs that smouldered in the fireplace or call out to the guard on the door and yet she could not. Instead, she sat frozen in her chair and was forced to bear witness.

Between the hammering of her own heart, the rasping breaths of the dying Queen and the rain that pounded relentlessly at the window panes, it was hard for the Septa to hear them at first.

The voices started softly and indistinct, like overhearing a conversation in another room, but grew louder and more coherent with each passing moment. Till it was as if they were in the very bed-chamber itself.

Initially, she believed they were children’s voices due to their high and melodic quality. However, as the Septa strained her ears to hear, she soon realised these voices chopped and changed in tone with every few syllables, distorting into a heavier and deeper pitch and then swiftly returning to a higher register.

Stricken with fright, all she could do was listen. Discerning that the voices seemed more masculine than feminine, the Septa tried to focus on distinguishing meaning in the sea of words as the voices continuously talked over each other.

Then she heard it, the common thread. One word was repeated over and over.

“Mother.”

The realisation was scalding, in sharp contrast to the icy air that surrounded her. The Septa’s initial instincts were correct; these were the voices of children - Alicent’s children.

The blinding clarity only seemed to make the voices grow louder. Becoming more frantic and fractured, flicking rapidly between youth and maturity. It was chaotic and confusing, as if years of memories were trying to compress themselves into a single moment. Blurry, broken and half-remembered.

“Where are you, my loves? I can’t see you.” Came the weakened voice from the bed between laboured gasps.

The Septa’s eyes had now adjusted to the dark and she watched in horror as she began to notice the movement of unnatural shapes forming in the gloom.

Hearing them was one thing, but seeing them was another.

Twisting and bending, the four misshapen figures that manifested could not decide what they wished to embody. They shifted in stature and years in the same disturbing manner as their voices, morphing from adult to child and back again.

They crowded the bed, tugging at the bedclothes as they had once tugged at Alicent’s skirts in life, so many years ago. All the while their voices kept on calling for her. It was too much to bear.

This fresh wave of alarm seemed to bring the Septa to her senses and she did the only thing she knew she could. She began to pray, hands clasped together around her seven-pointed star. Shutting her eyes tightly as she recited the words, she wished to hear no more, to see no more.

Time seemed stagnant as each minute that slipped by felt like ten. The Septa focused on her prayers, drawing comfort from the words she knew so well. The familiarity shielding her from the ghoulish sights and sounds around her.

Until all of a sudden, she felt a shift in the air and the voices were gone, fading just as fast as they had come. A balmy glow now beckoned through her closed eyelids.

There was light and warmth as the fire returned to the grate. The logs were ablaze once again, heat flooding the room and banishing the chill which had consumed it.

The Septa took a shaky breath before daring to open her eyes, taking a moment to bask in the feeling of being warm and alive in the peaceful, blessed silence.

As the rain pattered softly against the glass, she realised the storm had passed, along with Alicent Hightower.

Across the water, clinging to the face of the volcano known as Dragonmont, sits the fortress of Dragonstone. A place of salt, smoke and brimstone. The ancestral seat of House Targaryen, a relic of Old Valyria forged by dragonfire and the forgotten magic of Dragonlords.

This castle was the grim and eerie backdrop where some say Aegon II claimed victory over his half-sister, the Black Queen. A hollow and costly victory, which hardly tipped the scales in the face of all that he had lost.

One final petulant jab in this bloody squabble.

Though accounts from both sides of the warring factions differ on many things, they find common ground on one exchange, which took place upon Rhaenyra’s arrival from King’s Landing to find herself betrayed and Aegon in situ.

“Dear Brother, I had hoped you were dead.” Rhaenyra called out at the sight of Aegon’s half-charred and twisted form. Delighted by the small triumph of his injuries and satisfied that even though she would almost certainly die at his hand, Aegon would spend the rest of his days bearing scars done in her name.

“After you. You are the elder.” King Aegon spat back with a pained grin, his jaw clenched hard as he fought to hide the agony that coursed throughout his broken body. He had refused milk of the poppy out of the fear of poisoning and paid tenfold for it.

“I am pleased to know that you remember that.” Rhaenyra replied.

Now friendless and at the mercy of the enemy, Rhaenyra Targaryen was forcefully separated from her son. Little did those present know that once the dust of conflict had finally settled, this child would in fact be King in his own right. But, for now, he was just a boy.

A boy forced to watch his Mother die.

The Realm’s Delight was served up to Aegon’s dragon, Sunfyre, who bathed her in red-hot dragonfire. As the flames consumed her, Rhaenyra raised her head skywards and shrieked out one last curse.

What didn't burn, was swiftly devoured. The final memorial to the Half-Year Queen being nothing more than the scorch marks left on the ancient flagstones.

The words and meaning of Rhaenyra’s dying curse are lost to time, but many suspect it was the root cause for the strange happenings that followed.

It started at the site of her killing, a peculiar sweltering heat rising from the stone for which there was no logical source. Those foolish enough to dare place their hand on the blackened marks themselves would come away harshly burned in searing pain. A mere moment's touch brought about hideous blisters that bubbled on the skin and left the surrounding flesh charred and cracked.

Then came the sightings, it was said that if you ventured to cross the courtyard in the dead of night you may catch a glimpse of the Black Queen herself.

A haunting apparition composed of swirling smoke and glowing embers. The flaming skirts of her gown twirled around her as long silver-gold hair burned bright like white hot iron. Flames licked around her once beautiful face, now reduced to nothing but ash and a pair of hollow eyes.

The smell of burning flesh and brimstone filled the air as an aura of blistering heat that radiated around her form, shimmering and distorting. No words came from her blackened mouth, only thick, choking smoke as she silently screamed, leaving trails of cinders in her wake as she stalked the castle grounds.

Rhaenyra Targaryen conveyed her displeasure through the flame, which had been her demise. Burning anything to which her spirit took offence. Newly hung tapestries were known to spontaneously combust and seven pointed stars melted in their holders.

She may not have held the Seven Kingdoms or sat the Iron Throne, but it was clear that Dragonstone was her domain and even in death she would remain its mistress.

As the decades passed, it appeared her restless soul seemed to quieten - the sudden fires becoming less frequent and sightings fewer and fewer. Till the tales of her spectre had become nothing more than a story to frighten children.

Theories to the reason for this change were in the dozens, some claiming that a young brave Septon had been to Dragonstone and bravely banished the fiery ghoul from the castle, casting her down to the Seven Hells where she belonged.

Others believe her spirit's suddenly passive nature was linked to an even greater shift, something was changing for House Targaryen itself. Where the air of Dragonstone had once been thick with Valyrian enchantment there seemed to be rot.

Their magic was dying, eroding away further and further with each generation.

People once said that the Targaryens were closer to Gods than men and yet it would seem that the sin of the dance had angered something much older and much crueller than the deity of several aspects worshipped by the faith of the Seven.

This was something ancient and primal that wished to punish them for tearing apart their house with the blessing of dragons that had made them Kings. Many argued that the sins of the Greens and the Blacks were the reason that after the war House Targaryens’ dragons declined, getting smaller and weaker as their power faded with each malformed dragon and unhatched egg.

In the end, the doom of the Targaryen dynasty was inevitable. The damage was done and the dominos would continue to fall uninterrupted. Without their dragons what truly separated them from the other great houses of the Seven Kingdoms?

How long would it be before others saw the mirage for what it was and another contender took their chance for the Iron Throne?

After all, power only resides where men believe it resides. Truth does not matter, only perception and once the illusion of power is extinguished, snuffed out with the dying breath of the last dragon, there is no returning to what once was.

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echo-goes-mmm · 6 months

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Hoarding Behavior #7

Masterpost

Warnings: none

Noct frowned. His precious gem was acting strange. He was pale, and took far more naps than usual. He didn’t seem as interested in cooking or much of anything, and he clung close to Noct at night.

Was he sick? He didn’t understand. River had all the things he needed. A warm bed, good food, clean water, attention, regular care, and all the toys and puzzles and games Noct could find.

He looked down at River, partially in his lap, adorably asleep. His freckles were stark against his skin as opposed to beautifully blending into a bronzy smoothness. Noct curled his tail over him and waited for him to wake up.

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“You need a healer,” said Master. River chewed the inside of his cheek.

“Are you sure?” He’d never been to a doctor before.

“Yes. You are ill.” Noct’s voice held no room for argument, and he was too tired to bother.

Noct unlocked the cuff around his ankle. It was a weird sensation after so long, and something about it made him feel exposed.

Noct scooped him up into his arms and walked towards the exit. He was vaguely annoyed that Master insisted on carrying him, but he didn’t feel like walking anyway.

But when they reached outside, Master set him down and transformed into his massive flying form.

“Hold still,” he rumbled, and River froze as Master’s huge hand wrapped around him. Noct lunged into the air, and they were off.

Don’t look down, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. He knew Noct wouldn’t drop him, but the rush of wind made his head spin and his gut clench.

Soon the wind stopped coming at his face, and instead quieted. River cracked an eye open, and saw the town square slowly come towards his feet. He looked up. Noct’s ruby wings glowed with light, and they were fully outstretched, circling them downward.

He’d never seen Noct’s wings completely unfolded before, and the size was breathtaking.

Faint shouting reached his ears, and the square was practically abandoned when they landed.

Master changed again, and wrapped his arm around River’s waist.

His tail swished, and River knew enough about Noct’s body language to tell he was either nervous or suspicious. Probably both.

“Do you know the way to the healer?” he murmured.

“I’m not from here,” he explained. “I have no idea.”

“Hm.” Noct pulled River close to his chest, eyes darting around the street.

“Come,” he said, guiding River to a bench on the side of the square. They sat together, and Noct put his arm around River’s shoulder.

“Now we will wait and ask a passerby.”

“Okay.”

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He was half asleep on Noct’s shoulder before he jostled him awake.

“Stop that.”

“Sorry, Master.” Noct sighed.

“This is not working,” he said, frustrated. People were moving through the square again, but they were avoiding them. The midday sun was in the sky, and the villagers needed to run errands even if Noct was intimidating as hell.

Noct stood and tugged River along by the hand. He cornered a woman by the bakery, and her eyes went wide with fear.

“Pardon me,” says Noct, smooth and in his best calming voice. The effect worked on River, but not her for some reason. “Would you be so kind as to point us towards the healer? I apologize for taking up your time.”

She pointed a shaking hand to a nearby building. Noct glanced down the street. “Much appreciated,” he said.

The woman squeaked a ‘you’re welcome’ and River mouthed a ‘thanks’ as they passed. She gave him a brief and shaky smile before darting into the safety of the bakery.

But Noct had grown impatient, and picked him up again. He made long strides over the stones, a smooth movement that River barely felt.

They came to a small stone building with a tile roof. The sign must have said ‘doctor’ or something, because Noct put him down and knocked, tail calmer but still swishing.

“Come in,” said a voice.

Noct reached over him to turn the handle, and they walked in together.

The building was one large room. There was a raised, long platform to one side of the room, and the other side was occupied with jars and bottles.

The doctor was busy stocking the shelves with bottles before he turned. His eyes went wide, and he glanced between them from under his thin wire glasses. But before Noct could comment, his expression smoothed.

“How may I help you, Mr…?”

“I am Noct. River is sick,” explained Master, gesturing to him. “I do not know enough about humans to fix it.”

“I see. And you’re River?”

He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Have you ever been to a doctor before?”

“No, sir.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Noct sit in a chair. His tail was still, elegantly curling near his leg.

“Sit up on this table,” said the doctor. He hopped on. The doctor took out a pencil and a stack of papers.

“I’ll need to ask some basic questions, give you a physical, and then we’ll talk about any issues. And feel free to ask me about anything you don’t understand. Sounds good?”

River glanced at Master. “Yes, sir.”

“Great. Some of these are fairly personal. Would you like Mr. Noct to step out?”

“Oh, um, no.” River shifted. “I don’t mind.” The doctor gave him a strange look, but said nothing. He turned back to the papers.

“Last name?”

“Uh, I don't have one.”

“Mm. Age?”

River shrugged. “Adult?”

“Occupation?”

“Slave.” The doctor paused.

“And I assume Mr. Noct is your master?” River nodded. “I see.”

“Sexually active?”

“No.”

“Ever?”

River fidgeted. “No.”

“Does… does your master beat you?” The doctor asked, quiet.

“No.”

Noct sighed from his chair. “Answer the man honestly, my gem. He must know, for your health.”

“But... you don’t,” he said. Master cocked his head. River looked back at him, equally confused. Surely he didn’t mean the punishment Noct gave him weeks ago. An open hand, no bruises, barely a mark on him. That wasn’t a beating. Maybe if Master used a switch, or actually used his strength and a fist he’d answer differently.

“Please elaborate.”

Noct gestured for him to speak.

“Master punished me when I broke something.”

“Go on.”

“It wasn’t- he didn’t-” River’s ears turned red. “It was just a spanking. That’s all. It hurt but there weren’t any marks. That doesn’t count.” Noct was staring at him, and River wasn’t sure how to read his expression.

The doctor made a note. “I see.”

They went through a few more questions before finally moving on.

The doctor had him face towards a chart of arrows on the wall, and had him list off the directions they pointed.

He checked his ears by whispering and making him repeat the words.

He checked his throat with a flat stick to keep his tongue down.

He looked at his teeth.

He had him lie down to poke around and feel his organs. He even made him get on his stomach to see if his spine was straight.

But the doctor didn’t seem to find anything wrong.

“So what actually brings you in today?”

River hesitated. He didn’t think there was much to talk about.

“He is constantly sleeping,” interrupted Noct. “And he is pale and cold all the time.”

Oh. He hadn’t really noticed. How nice; Master had been looking out for him.

The doctor looked at Noct, and then back to him.

“I hate to make assumptions,” said the doctor, “but you live in a cave, correct?”

“Yes, sir. Master’s home is in the mountains.” The doctor leaned close to examine his skin, especially the part where his freckles were.

“Is it harder than usual to lift heavy items?”

“I guess?” The doctor straightened, adjusting his glasses.

He took his pencil and a small pad from his pocket and scribbled something down. He tore off the paper and handed it out to him.

“I can’t read.”

“Ah, sorry.”

Instead, he passed it to Master. “Spend time in the sun, at least an hour a day. Get some exercise while you’re at it. Eat more fish, especially in the winter when you aren’t outside much,” he said.

“Why the sun?” asked Noct. “There is plenty of warmth inside. I make sure of it.”

“It’s not the heat. There’s not really a good explanation, but sunshine is important for human health,” he explained.

Master hummed. “And this will help?”

“It’s not a guarantee, but yes. If the problem persists, come back and we’ll figure something out. I’d also like to see River once a year for a physical.”

“I understand.” Noct stood, and reached for a bag on his waist. It clinked with gold coins, and he offered it to the doctor.

“Oh no,” said the doctor with a smile, hands up. “Don’t worry about it. The village takes care of my pay.”

“I am not part of the village.” Master plopped the bag of gold on the chair. His voice was firm. “Keep it as thanks.”

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They walked through the streets, and River had to wonder why they weren’t leaving right away. Noct clearly wasn’t very welcome here, and by extension neither was he.

“Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

Master led him back towards the square. They stopped by a pastry shop, and Noct bought a mixed box of them to the terror of the storekeeper.

“Are you mad at me?” asked River as they sat on the bench, munching on sweets.

“No.”

River usually liked Master’s directness and simple answers. No tricks. Noct was always honest, but doubt fluttered in his chest. He nibbled on his cookie (chocolate chip).

A mother and her child passed by, her face buried in a shopping list. The kid stared at them, and River waved. The child waved back. Cute.

“Then are you upset with me?”

“No.” His tail swished. “I am simply upset.”

“Oh.”

Master reached for a cupcake. It looked smaller in his fingers. Human sized cupcakes weren’t made for dragon sized hands.

Noct studied the cupcake, turning it slowly. It was vanilla strawberry with pink icing. He watched Master take a small bite, licking up the sticky red jam filling that leaked out.

“I apologize,” said Noct. “It was not my intention to harm you.”

“I didn’t know about needing sunshine either,” he said. “It’s okay.”

“I should have guessed,” frowned Master. “Humans do not live inside dens.”

River didn’t have a response for that.

He picked up the second cupcake, a chocolate caramel, while Noct finished off a snickerdoodle.

They packed up the remaining sweets and started the long walk home.

River made sure to try and keep out of the forest shade. He felt a little better already.

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alexanders-pokemon-adventure · 10 months

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Endless mountains, adoption drive

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Introduction

In the heart of the Endless Mountains ,in Sheldon city you find yourself approaching a dark blue open tent, outside the regions, head professor ,Prof Apricot’s lab. Summer is raging in the endless mountains and a large wind gusting fan blowing under the blue tent Drew you away from the bustling city life to escape the humidity, and heat. As you approach a man wearing a shirt, the same blue as the tent smiles at you ,waving you over and introduce them self

. “ hello stranger. I’m Alexander” they shake your hand in greeting. “ and I am this year the volunteer running the endless mountain adoption drive.” . Guiding you more under the shade of the tent and the relieving breeze of the fan Alexander introduces you to three Pokémon available for adoption at the moment. “ we’ve got three looking for their forever home and if you’re interested?”Three small forms, all drew closer to the two of you

The first to reach you was a mass of soft, yellow orange feathers, smoking from its beak. It’s sang in victory in reaching you first. “This competitive young lady” Alexander informed you is a “ Silky “ Variant Torchic. Bread for their wonderfully soft and long feathers , this particular breed is very popular in competition with the added benefit that as they grow they learn a variety flying type moves.” This little lady who surrendered to Professor apricot as an egg and hatched full of zeal.”

The second to reach you hopping and stumbling and laughing was … some thing you didn’t quite recognized. it looked like a little blue person wearing a costume, like someone small child escaped from the sight of their parents. “This mischievous little fella was surrender to Professor Apricot a month ago when a screeners Medicham fell pregnant by accident” Alexander said, explaining that the trainer didn’t know what they were but prof apricot was certain their father was a Volbeat and that alex agreed. The hybrids luminescent cheeks blushed when you made eye contact with them. They waved sheepishly at you. “ the professor, and I are pretty sure that they’re a bug/fighting type, but with hybrids things like typing may change with time”The final form moved in a hopping motion, a blur of color. Multi-chromatic eyes met yours, while they couldn’t really smile, you thought you could see one in their eyes. It’s a elongated body rested next to the other two. Bright, red and brown Bronzie Hughes covered his body.

“This fella is a “Sindonis”variant Horsea” Alex said “ though colloquially they’re called Painted Horsea” . Alex explained that He was a surrendered to Professor Apricot a few months ago by a family who purchased him for their young child , but after realizing that neither of a them, nor the child, had any intention of actually taking care of them, drop them off. While this variant of Horsea generally live in coral reefs. They’re actually pure fairy type. “ better to fight dragons.” Alex said smiling

Alex, smiled down at the three of them “each of them is ready to start a new chapters of their life . Looking for an adventure, and home of their own.”

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kainshana · 6 months

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Hi there ! I saw your phoenix!shun fanart and i was wondering ur thoughts behind it. Would it be in a universe where ikki becomes andromeda and shun gets the phoenix armor instead ? Or if you wanna make it more tragic,what if ikki wad the one who died and before he expires he says that he enthrust his armor to his brother. And shun would be utterly overcome with grief at the death of his brother and hed actually drop the Andromeda Armor without a second thought and stop being the kind and patient person he used to be. This anything?

It would be a role reversal! you know, since Shun was originally the one who was supposed to be sent to Death Queen island, before Ikki offered to switch. What if Ikki hadn't offered? Or worse, if he was denied?

Phoenix!Shun and Andromeda!Ikki were thiiisss close to be canon, I am surprised its so rare to see it explored in fanworks

Ikki and Shun's motivations would be different, methinks. Talking with a friend we ended up with a Shun that considers Saori, the foundation and saints in general to be evil and he needs to exterminate them so that other kids don't suffer like him. He would consider his fellow bronzies to be a lost cause already and a time bomb that eventually would become like Guilty

This Shun would be harder to evangelize, and we decided that it would be against the Goldies that he would cave and ally with his brothers, giving Ikki the opportunity to finally reach him

We have an entire au going on there haha

#taikeero-lecoredier #saint seiya #kain's mail

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slutforelliealways · 9 months

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Space Girl (chapter 1)

Ellie x femme reader

Bear with me, this is my first fanfic or really any piece of writing. I have big plans for the plot so if it seems a bit jumbled now just take a beat and know I’m gonna tweak it as I go along! If you like this please let me know, I’m still new to tumblr so give me a second whilst I figure it out! Thank you and enjoy my corny little love story!

Word count 5.3k!!

It was a rainy day and cold as balls, you rolled over in your twin sized bed hoping to see your clock say anything other than 7:15. Just to your luck it was only 5:00 AM and you had over two hours to spare, you hopped out of bed and headed over to the bathroom to start the shower. On any other day you’d just roll over and go back to sleep but today was too big a day to do that, you had to look perfect! Today was the day Abby would finally ask you to be official, you never got a hundred percent confirmation but your best friend Dina had dropped some pretty big hints. Besides, this was exactly what you needed after a couple rough weeks with Abby. Nothing horrible just a lot of small fights and bickering over nothing, this would bring you two closer and make things real finally.

Your shower was brisk and hot, you turned it off and stepped out wrapping a fluffy pink towel around your body and squeezing the water out of your hair. You stood in front of the mirror contemplating what to do with your face before deciding on something simple, a bronzy dewy look with a lipliner that was a couple shades darker than your lips. “This’ll be the best look I’ve ever done!” You exclaim to yourself, excitement beaming out of you and bouncing around in your body. The clothes you chose were simple, baggy jeans that hugged just around you hips perfectly loose. A tight light pink tank top that cut off right above your pierced belly button, and some chunky sneakers. You threw on all your chunky rings and pulled out your dainty hoops for your earlobes, a big hobby of yours was getting piercings anywhere that looked dainty but edgy. Your ears were covered in little gold and silver hoops and studs and your nose had a simple gold septum ring with a gold ring on your right nostril to compliment it. A silver smiley piercing to contrast your nose and a gold tongue piercing to contrast the smiley, it was different and some might say tacky but you loved it. You allowed your long, wavy, blonde hair to air dry and frizz up in just the right places. Your hair had been a struggle for most of your life, always keeping it pin straight or in a sleek ponytail until recently. Now you rarely did anything but brush and wash it, this new confidence oozing out of you constantly as you became more and more yourself. You smiled at yourself in the full sized mirror in your bedroom, pleased with the fact that you’d fuck you if that was at all possible. “If I saw myself walking down the street I’d ask me out”, whispering to yourself.

Right as you finished fluffing your hair and posing a couple more times in the mirror a knock came at your door, you squealed and ran out to the hallway to answer it. Before you reached it you heard the door unlock and sighed at the sight in front of you.

“What? Not even a smile for your best friend in the whole wide world? Rude”, Dina was holding a drink carrier with two coffees and two bags with what you could only safely assume were breakfast sandwiches.

“No I mean I’m glad to see you I just thought-“ your sentence cut off by Dina.

“You thought lover girl was coming over? At 7:30am? God you are whipped and a half shawty”, she chuckled as she placed the food and drinks on the coffee table and sat down on your couch. “I thought you guys had dinner plans anyway, why so dressed up so early?”

She was right, you did get ready way too early for the plans you guys had, “I just.. like to be prepared is all.” You felt your cheeks get hot in embarrassment and you scrambled for something else to talk about. “Is it the right order”, you say reaching for the coffee you knew she’d gotten right because your order hadn’t changed in three years.

“Caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso? Yeah, kind of hard to fuck that up babes”, she laughed genuinely thinking that was the funniest thing she’d said all morning.

“Okay asshole, just making sure you’re not getting coffee for any other bitches. I should always be your main girl”, you smack her arm as you sit next to her on the couch. “So what’s new in Dina’s world huh?” You say taking a sip of your coffee and smiling at the familiar delicious taste.

“Ugh, nothing. My life is so boring! Same boyfriend and same best friend”, she chuckled reaching for her sandwich.

“Fuck you! I am anything but boring and you know it”, you point at your sandwich for her to hand it to you and she does.

“You may not be boring but Jesse certainly can be, it’s always the same shit over and over again. Same movies and same video games, he’s lucky I’m stupid over him or I’d be riding faces like you every other weekend.” She grinned at you with her comment lingering for a second.

“Okay it’s not faces it’s one face and her face has a name, Abby. Don’t make me out to be a whore now!” You take a bite of your sandwich.

“Hey! I never slut shame! You shouldn’t either.” She sips her coffee.

“No one is slut shaming here, the more bodies the merrier! I’m just saying I’ve only sat on one face for the past four months okay?” You felt ashamed for even saying the whore thing.

“I know, I’m just saying if I was you and I wasn’t actually committed to anyone I’d be fucking anything that moved.” Dina shifted in her seat.

“I really like Abby, she’s nice and pretty and like really fucking good in bed. I just need her to commit to me before I say.. you know.” You blushed.

“What? The L word?” Dina sipped her coffee.

“Yeah I guess so.” You pushed your hair behind your ears.

“It’ll come. Just give it some time.”

“How much more time does she need? We’ve basically been committed to each other this whole time so she either wants me or she doesn’t you know?” You reach for your coffee.

“I get it.” She bunches her feet up on the couch.

“Either way if she doesn’t commit tonight then I’m done, I can’t keep pushing my feelings aside to make her comfortable. Besides, she’s not the only hot woman that’s come my way and why should I halt myself for someone who can’t decide if they want me or not.” You shrug.

“Speaking of women coming your wayyyy.” Dina screeched.

“Oh no absolutely not.” Your demeanor changed and you felt your cheeks get hot.

“Oh come on! You know you think she’s sexy, what’s stopping you babe?”

“Uhhh? Abby?” You point to the lock screen on your phone which lit up with a picture of you and Abby kissing on a Ferris wheel.

“Okay but, say you guys end it tonight instead of continuing… maybe then you’ll give Ellie a chance?” She almost whispers the last part. “Besides, you know she’s good in bed and she’s like super into you hun. You might as well give it a small chance, she’s not as full of herself as Abs and she’s always got bud on her.” Dina sipped her coffee and took a final bite of her sandwich before putting the crust back in the bag.

“All good points but, I still want to give Abby one last chance okay?”

“Fair.” She grabbed your hands and squeezed them.

The day went by quickly as you guys spent most of it playing video games, watching movies, and eating a shit ton of food. Around 5:30pm you felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you reached out to see who it was.

New message from Abs😍💕: Hey baby I’m so sorry but I’ve gotta cancel tonight, my dad wants to hangout and talk about something important. Swear I’ll make it up to you soon!

You: Yeah, no problem. Have a good night and keep me updated! Mwah 💕

Your heart sank to your feet and Dina caught on immediately, “she cancelled didn’t she?”

“Yeah”, your eyes began to tear up and Dina embraced you in a tight hug.

“Fuck her! I know something that’ll make you feel better”. Dina’s face went into a full grin as she pulled away and looked at you. “Let’s get stoned and watch The Walking Dead, you can gush over Michonne and Maggie and I can cream my jeans over Rick… and Maggie.”

“I don’t have any weed D.” You sniffle as you wipe the last of your tears away with your wrist.

“I know who does!” She squeals.

“Absolutely not!” You shut her down.

“Yes absolutely yes! She’s gonna come drop it off and you’re gonna walk out there in your sexy outfit and pay half the price cause she charges me a friends and family discount in hopes I’ll get her a date with you. This is a win-win for all of us!”

“I fail to see how this is a win for Ellie.” You stand up and walk over to the kitchen to get some water.

“She gets to see you duh! Oh c’mon you know this’ll make you feel better! Pleeeeeaseee!” She begs from the floor.

“Okayokayokay fine!” You open your water bottle and chug half of it down in nervousness.

“Yay! I’ll text her now! I’m not telling her you’re meeting her, I want Ellie’s face to be shocked when she sees you.”

“Um okay.” You shrug.

“She’s got one stop before this and then she’ll be on her way, go fix your mascara and then prepare to be sexified!” Dina stood up and jumped on the couch.

“Yes ma’am!” You headed into the bathroom to do what she told you.

“She’s here!” Dina squealed and she shook her arms around in excitement.

“Alright how do I look?” You asked sheepishly.

“Hot! Now GO!” She shoved you out the door with cash in hand.

The walk to her car was the longest walk ever, your feet dragged and your heart pounded so hard you thought you might crack a rib. As you approached the vehicle you saw Ellie in the drivers side already smoking a pre roll and jamming to her tunes. You shook your head and laughed as you closed in and knocked on her window, she jumped up clearly startled by your approach. She looked up at you and her eyes widened as she rolled her window down.

“Shit Dina didn’t tell me you were picking up, no charge today then.” Her hands were shaky as she handed you the ziploc full of your favorite greens.

“Yeah she said something about wanting your face to be shocked.” You chuckled as you reached your hand in to drop the cash in her lap.

“Hey I said no charge! Pretty girls don’t pay for flower!” She handed the cash back. “I am shocked but I thought for sure you’d be with your girl tonight.” She winced as she said it.

“No she’s with her dad tonight. Something about an important conversation or something, not sure but that’s why I’m here.” You forced a chuckle to hide your disappointment.

“She’s not with her dad!”

“What?” Your jaw dropped.

“Yeah no I just sold to her and some girl at JD’s party, she didn’t seem too upset either so I don’t think whatever conversation was supposed to happen did.” Ellie ran her hands through her hair. “Hey where are you going?” She shouted as you ran to the other side of her car and yanked the passenger door open.

Your body slid in quickly and you slammed your door shut as you buckled your seat belt. “Take me there.” You gritted through your teeth.

“I’m sorry what?” She questioned before starting her car again.

“I said take me there. Now!” You shouted clearly startling her.

“Yeah sure okay.” She stared straight ahead as she screeched off and made a haste u-turn before turning left toward JD’s house.

You barely let the car come to a full stop before you unbuckled and swung the door open and jumped out.

“Hello? Door!” Ellie shouted as you marched into the house not bothering to knock on the front door. You knew you left her car door open in your haste but you didn’t much care right now. You shoved through crowds of people in your hunt to find Abby, you turned a corner into the living room and found her sitting on the couch chatting up some girl next to her. “ABBY!” You shouted causing everyone in the house to crane their necks toward the noise.

“Oh shit!” She whispered before standing up and approaching you. “H-hey babe!” She rubbed the back of her neck in awkwardness.

“Don’t fucking babe me! What are you doing here? I thought you had something going on with your dad tonight! Isn’t that why you cancelled our dinner that’s been planned for a week! Is this what you’ve been doing every time you cancel plans with me?” Your face felt hot and your fingertips and toes were tingling, you had a bad temper this you knew. Abby just really knew how to bring it to the surface.

“How the fuck did you even know where I was?” Abby’s big arms shot up in confusion.

“Ellie brought me here after so kindly letting me know you just bought from her not even 20 minutes before she came to drop off for me.” You smirked knowing the mention of Ellie would run hot and cold through Abby’s body. They had.. history? With women they both liked. Once upon a time they were best friends since kindergarten, often times crushing on the same girl and competing to see who would be able to get to her first. Usually Abby would win with her strikingly muscular body and full fletched confidence, followed by Ellie sulking for weeks and then pretending it never happened. Abby was confident and I think a lot of women fell for that, shit I mean I did so. Ellie was shy and kind of a loser, sweet and very hot and had a toned body. Her demeanor was more reserved, she liked space and video games. Abby liked working out and sports, there was an obvious personality difference.

“Ellie? Ellie! I cancel dinner plans and you make news ones with her? What a fuckin joke!” Her body towered over yours and you could feel your knees getting wobbly from the amount of eyes on you all at once.

“Well y- you canceled to go here di- didn’t you? So what difference does it really make?” Your throat felt weird and you started sweating. Oh no please I cannot throw up in front of all these people pleaseeee!

“That’s not what the fuck I asked!” She stepped closer toward you, her nostrils were flaring and her cheeks were red hot.

You were about to rebuttal with a quick punch to the nose, your arm drawn back and your fist clenched. Right as you went to take your swing you felt a firm grip around your wrist and a jolt pulling you back. “Sorry folks you know how serious these kids take drama club! Alls good here get back to your underage drinking and doing drugs! If anyone needs any green you know where to find it! Have a good night you’ve all been great.” Ellie was pulling you by your arm back out of the house as she goodbyes everyone she passes. Some people were snickering others were dabbing Ellie up as she walked backwards with you trailing closely behind.

“Would you fucking let go? I’m fine I won’t go back in there!” You yell as she’s dragging you quickly across the lawn.

“If I hadn’t stopped you then you’d have swung at her and caused an even bigger scene than you already did, nice form by the way!” She chuckled as she opened the passenger door for you to climb in.

“Thanks.” You huff back and pout as you buckle yourself in. This was not how the night was supposed to go, you were supposed to be at dinner with some good food and laughing with Abby. Not getting dragged out of a party for almost punching her.

The drivers side door opened and Ellie slid herself in and buckled, she started the car and drove a couple of feet before stopping and turning to you. “You wanna do something fun?” She smirks at you. Her emerald green eyes looking extra mischievous as she rubbed her hands together evilly.

“Uh maybe, what’s fun for you?” You question her awkwardly.

“Let’s swing by and grab Dina first and then we can go to Jesse’s. He’s got a party planned tonight it’s supposed to be awesome!” She snickered before taking off towards your apartment before waiting for your reply.

Dina was gonna skip a party Jesse was throwing for me? I need to appreciate her more Jesus Christ!

“Can I at least put some jeans on before we head over there? I’d hate to show up in sweats at another party.” She snorted at that and you smiled shyly at her.

“Yes you can change into some jeans.” She chuckled before pulling up to your apartment.

Dina was over the moon at the news of you attending the party. “Fuck yes!! She bounced around before remembering, “shit I don’t have any other clothes to wear!”

“Bitch you’re at my apartment you have more clothes here than you do at your own.” You roll your eyes and head over to your bedroom to open your closet. Dina followed and you saw Ellie standing awkwardly in the hallway. “Ellie.” She looked up and you waved her in, she did a little awkward shuffle before walking in and standing in the corner.

“Sit down on the bed and stop being so fucking weird! Roll us a joint or something, make yourself useful!” Dina scoffed and went back to looking at your clothes in the closet, all neatly hung up and next to the most complimenting piece of clothing so in case you needed a quick fit they were right there. “I fucking love how psycho you are about your clothes and their set ups! Makes my life so much easier.”

“Hey I’m not like psycho I just like my shit organized what’s wrong with that?” You exclaimed, you saw Ellie using her phone as a rolling tray and breaking up the bud. “There’s some rolling papers in my nightstand, first drawer.” You said it casually and then remembered that’s where you kept your vibrator. You watched as she opened it up and stared for a second before reaching for the rolling papers and closing the drawer.

“These ones?” She asked casually, pretending she didn’t see your.. little friend.

“Uh huh yep that’s the ones.” You choke out. Dina totally caught it as she was stifling her laughter and trying not to be obvious.

She’s being so obvious!

“I like the little cherries on them!” Ellie switched the subject going on in everyone’s heads.

“Oh yeah thank you! Ab- some friend got them for me. You gulped and went to change in the bathroom when something stopped you, you had the brilliant idea of instead changing right in the bedroom where everyone could see. Not that it wouldn’t be anything Dina hadn’t seen but Ellie, Ellie had never seen anything before.

You pulled your sweats down and exposed your cute little pink laced panties that matched the tank top you had been wearing, Ellie’s eyes shot up for a second then immediately went back to the joint. She gulped quietly but you watched as it went down her throat and couldn’t help but smirk, to bring her attention back you began speaking. “You think anyone I know other than you and Jesse will be there?”

“Oh yeah lots of people are going! Nobody you won’t wanna see though, you know who isn’t invited I already filled Jesse in on all of it.” Dina was in her own world trying on different shirt and pant combos whilst answering your question.

You plan worked and Ellie was ready to partake, anything to look at you. “Excuse me”, she raised her hand. “You know me, I’ll be there. I fuckin invited you!” She scoffed.

“I know you’ll be there!” You teased. You grabbed your jeans and started wiggling them up your legs, making sure to turn around once you began pulling them up your ass. You watched as Ellie watched it in your mirror, she caught on and looked back down at the joint. She twisted off the top and held it up proudly.

“Another beaut! You guys wanna spark or what?” She marveled at her specimen.

“Save it for the party I’m ready to dance!” Dina squealed as she showed off her outfit your outfit she spun around and marveled at the little top big pant creation you had crafted in your closet. A bright green tube top with some baggy ripped jeans, it looked better on her than it did you.

“Keep that outfit, you look too hot in it for me to ever wear it again.” You smacked her ass and waved everyone out so you could get some shots in you and dance your shitty night away with Ellie.

“You sure?” Dina looked puzzled at the offer.

“Positive!” You exclaim, “now let’s go bitches!”

“Alright let’s do this thing!” Ellie yelled and pumped her arms up.

You sat in the front seat while playing all the good hype songs on your playlist, Ellie knew every word to all your favorite songs. You would lean in and sing a lyric and she’d lean back in and sing the next one, Dina screamed at the top of her lungs at her favorite songs and you’d both giggle at her. It was the most fun you’d had in a while and you wanted to bask in it for as long as you could. The car came to a stop and you had arrived at Jesse’s house that he shared with two other roommates, Owen, and Manny. Since Dina spent most nights over there they had all agreed Jesse would get the master bedroom so they could have some privacy, Dina had never been more grateful telling you that news your sophomore year in college.

“You ready for this sweet stuff?” Ellie asked as she unbuckled herself.

“Let’s take some fuckin shots!” You yelled and Dina squealed along with you.

“Let’s do this shit!” Dina yelled and jumped out of the car and ran straight into the house.

“You ready space girl?” It was a nickname she’d well earned back in middle school, you had science together and when the subject of space came up and she knew everything there was to know you nicknamed her space girl. She seemed to like it well enough and you enjoyed having a name for her only you could call her. You had known you had a thing for girls way before you knew your space science, Ellie Williams simply confirmed your suspicions. Abby had came along early sophomore year of college, you always knew her from earlier school years but Ellie had always been the apple of your eye. She never made a proper move on you and when Abby slid in you figured it was time to move on from your crush, it wasn’t till after you’d gotten invested in Abby that Ellie was finally ready to reciprocate your feelings for her. After years of waiting you figured she could wait a bit too then, maybe this was finally the time of no more waiting.

“C’mon let’s go!” Ellie bounced out of the car and ran toward your side to open your door. She reached out a hand for you to grab and you did, you couldn’t help but blush at the gesture and hope it was dark enough for her not to notice.

“I want a shot or six! Guide me to the liquor!” You shout over the music, “don’t leave me alone please! I don’t think I know anyone else here!”

“I won’t go anywhere okay!” Her hand was on your lower back guiding you through the crowd and into the kitchen, Dina was already downing a shot when you spotted her and Jesse.

“Bitch you made it in finally! I’m already on my third come on catch up!” She shouted.

“Wait hold on I need a hug first I haven’t seen your ass in forever!” Jesse walked over and spread his arms wide for a hug.

“Come here you big teddy bear.” You squeeze each other hard before letting go and letting Ellie and him catch up. “D pour me one!” She nods and does exactly that, choosing the shot glass with big titties on the front of it just for you.

Jesse’s back is facing you and Ellie is talking to him, as you take your shot you notice she’s keeping her eyes on you the whole time. The strong liquid burns as it goes down your throat and you reach for the nearest soda to wash it down smoother before you gag, she stifles a laugh and tries to join back the conversation Jesse is having with her. Dina pours you another one and you throw it down following again with your soda, you move your eyes back to Ellie and she meets them immediately. Your thoughts were clouding your judgement and you made your way over to her, “you wanna dance or something?”

“I’ve actually gotta make my rounds, got some business to close up before I can have any fun.” She looks down at her feet.

“Can I come with you?” She perked up at the offer.

“Absolutely! Let’s go!” She puts her hand back on your lower back and guides you out of the kitchen and into the living room full of drunk and stoned young adults. You recognized some of them from your classes but most were strangers, Ellie was guiding you through the crowd keeping anyone from bumping into you. You were about to pass the dining room table when she slid her finger in your belt loop and stopped you.

“Right here princess, gotta sell to the end of the table down there. Just follow me and you’ll be good.” Her hand trailed down your waist before she stepped in front of you and made her way down the table. “Good evening ladies.” Her voice was comically business like.

“Hey Ellie Belly!” Cat squealed flirting with no shame. You knew about her, she sat behind you in your psychology class and always talked about what she’d let Ellie do to her if she gave her a shot and how she always got a discount for her bud. “So what’s this?” She pointed up and down at you without ever looking your direction.

“Oh this fine specimen?” Ellie pulled you forward and wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder as she spoke. “This is my partner for the night, you’d do good to address her correctly Cat. She determines your price on flower here in a couple seconds.” You couldn’t help but blush at the gesture, as much as you wanted to be mad at the excessive PDA it was nice having someone be proud to have you around.

“Uh excuse me? Since when do you have a business partner? You’ve always just sold to me by yourself, and at a discount at that.” She snickered to her friends as they all looked you up and down.

“Yeah that was when I thought maybe I’d want in your pants, now that I’ve got what I really want on my arm though you’re gonna have to pay full price. You cool with that?” Ellie was extra confident, you’d never seen her like this. Typically she’d shy away and take the blow but since you were around she seemed to have a new confidence about her.

It was hot!

“Whatever, I need 3.5 and some wraps. You got that?” She looked at you when she said the last part and you smiled at her knowing it was simply pure jealousy she was spewing.

“Ellie.” You whispered in her ear.

“Yes lover?” She whispered back.

You spoke in a regular tone, you wanted Cat to hear this. “Give the girl the same discount, seems she could use the extra change.” You smirked at Cat and trailed off looking for the kitchen again.

“Hey where ya goin?” Ellie’s arms wrapped around your waist again and she trailed behind you whispering in your ear. “That was kind of hot the way you shut her down like that you know.”

“Couldn’t let her know I was bothered.” You smirked at her.

“Why would she bother you?” She stopped and turned you around to face her.

“I mean you said you wanted in her pants.. can’t say that didn’t bug me a little.” You said and looked down at your shoes to hide your embarrassment.

“Hey”, her fingers brushed your chin and brought your eyes back to hers, “It’s you or no one for me okay? I just knew I couldn’t have you so a distraction seemed nice, now that I’ve got your attention and know that you’re jealous over me.” She smirked, “nobody is getting between this. Got it?”

You nodded your head. “No sugar, I need to hear you say it.” She gripped your chin a bit firmer.

“I got it.” You smiled. “Now c’mon business stuff is boring, I wanna drink and dance with you!” Ellie obliged and took you back to the kitchen for more shots.

The night became more intimate, Ellie’s arms stayed wrapped around your waist or her hands were intertwined with yours. You drank and danced until 4:00 in the morning, by the time you’d even noticed the time everyone had either left or passed out on the couches. Dina was staying at Jesse’s so it was just you and Ellie on the ride back to your place, you didn’t want her to leave just yet and you knew you had to come up with a plan.

“Can I come in?” Oh! That was easier than you’d expected.

“Uh yeah! Sure I’d love that, I’ve got some clothes you can change into.” You smiled to yourself.

“No I’m good, not a huge fan of tube tops.” She chuckled.

“Fuck off!” You smacked her arm gently, “I have regular band tees and sweatpants asshole.” She laughed and nodded her head.

“Alright sounds good.” She shook her head and put the car in park as it approached your place. “You ready to get some shut eye beautiful?”

“I’m ready space girl.” You hopped out of her car and headed up to your place. Any other night you might have just ripped yours and her clothes off but you were way too drunk and tired to even think about sex, you threw her a change of clothes and took your pants off and hopped into bed. She followed closely there after and stayed close to the edge on her side. “Why are you so far away? Come and hold me would ya!”

“Sorry.” She scooted closer and wrapped her arms around your waist, “you just make me nervous.”

“You make me nervous too Els, really nervous.” You yawned and felt yourself lull away into sleep.

New Message from Abs😍💕: I wanna talk to you, call me when you get the chance. I miss you, this shouldn’t have happened and I know I fucked up. PLEASE call me!

Authors note:

Okay so what did you think?? Any notes to give me or anything you want to happen next chapter? Let a bitch know I can take it!! Okay love you thanks for reading!

#ellie williams #abby anderson #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou

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the-beauty-buzz · 3 months

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The Rise of Drunk Elephant Skincare.

Drunk Elephant skincare has become one of the most popular skincare brands. This brand created skin care smoothies, mixing serums and moisturizers to give an at-home facial feel. This has completely transformed skincare routines. These products are absolutely amazing for skin. I have tried many of the products and I have already repurchased two of my favorite products. My two favorite products are the D-Bronzi Anti-Pollution Sunshine Drops and the Protini Polypeptide Cream. I love mixing these to make skincare smoothies. The Protini Polypeptide Cream moisturizer and the D-Bronzi Anti-Pollution Sunshine Drops provide amazing moisture to my skin and an incredible bronzy glow that creates a beautiful base under foundation or even by itself. One thing I have struggled with regarding skin care is finding products that don’t break out my skin as my skin is extremely sensitive to a lot of harsh products. From personal testimony, I can confidently say that Drunk Elephant products are great for sensitive skin. Go try Drunk Elephant right now!

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kaellecappuccino · 1 year

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Sansa Stark Beauty Routine HC (modern au)

My first thought was : Sansa is a no-makeup makeup, skin care is everything, facemasks twice a week kind of girl.

I can see her spending an ungodly amount of money in that business yes yes. She has a mini fridge in which she keeps her products. She has way more than she needs obviously. So many, she doesn't notice when her siblings borrow from her endless collection. Consumerist queen, borderline annoying but too satisfying to be ridiculous. Yes she is that girl.

I kind of assume Sansa started doing skincare and makeup imitating her mother. So, even though she's young, her routine includes anti aging products she doesn't really need but uses out of habits.

I'm guessing that Sansa's main keywords for her look, are natural, fresh and glowy.

She wants to emphasize the glow of her skin, and even out the slight hyperpigmentation she can have due to the weather, and above all, she's looking for hydratation, because of the northern cold. I can see her using a lot of korean skincare in her everyday routine, for their simplicity and their efficacity, along side products she pick from Catelyn's routine.

Here's what this kind of makeup can look like on a redhead (my inspo pics)

So there's a routine mixing korean and danish (the north you get me) skincare products, and western makeup brands.

Glowing Essence

Vitamine C barrier booster lotion

Hydrating and glow serum

Brightening gel creme

Repulping lipbalm

As for makeup, still, I'm guessing the goal is to be glowy, luminous, natural (but not as natural as not putting anything on).

Additionally, I'm thinking Sansa is sensible to the marketing and the packaging of a product. It has to be pretty, it has to be popular. I think she puts a lot of care in the appearance of her skin, because she aims for a natural but flawless finish.

So I'm proposing :

a glowy serum makeup base

a skin tint serum with spf

a more full coverage concealer for eventual spots

an under eye brightener

So, nothing completely full coverage or mat, everything on the sheer, glowy, hydrating side of things. Next, for setting this and putting some color on :

Here we have :

a korean pressed setting powder (extract of peach which I think Sansa would find excessively cute)

a pink tinted moisture stick on the cheeks and on the nose

a bronzy highlighter im guessing she would use as a bronzer

a highlighter stick

So here, I'd comment she would set under her eyes and around her nose to avoid creasing, but since I think her skin would have a more dry tendancy, I don't think she would powder everywhere. So, a very natural and glowy blush she would use almost everyday with nothing else one.

When it's summer and she feels fancy, she uses bronze highlighting drops, that plays like a bronzer on her skin.

When she goes for a colder look, she uses an almost white, sheer highlighter, with almost holo reflects, which on a pale skin, can look very inner glow.

For the rest of her face, I think she would focus on the lips and her eyebrows : I'm guessing she has pale brown, maybe blonde eyebrows and wants to emphasize them. And her lips because I think she would want to balance the top of her face, with very blue eyes and structured eyebrows, with pink and glossy lips.

a brow pen because daddy said no to real microblading

tinted lip balm that adapts to your natural tint

or a water based lip tint

a pink lip oil

As for her eyes, I don't think she would do too much here. Probably a brown mascara for everyday, maybe a smudged brown khol liner or black mascara when she's feeling brave, or some cold very light blue glitter, when she's feeling cute.

She would probably try herself to some more artsy vibes, with white liners and shimmers when she gets a little bit older and experienced. Ultimately, she uses makeup to improve her looks, to make her feel more confident in her own features.

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disclaimer : also I do not want to encourage mindless consumerism, keep in mind that no one needs makeup. images are here to illustrate my meaning for people not familiar with makeup. I personnally didn't try any of those products.

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Drabble title: Surgery for a songbird Characters: Viroxa Galrix(picture), Unnamed bronze Summery: A brief peak into the work of a cerulean doctor and one of his many “patients”.

Very dark themes ahead, check the tags, I attempted to tag everything I could think of.If you think of others that should be here, let me know

Disclaimer: Fully aware this guy is fucked up. I don't condone any of his actions (obviously). This is a fictional character, and does horrendous fictional deeds. Read at your own discretion.

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Dark...

Cold... It's... cold.

“Ah, there we are. Welcome back to the waking world moonlight. Have a nice rest?”

Voice... Bad... Voice.

“Ah ah ah, no. You know the rules, no thrashing. We don’t want you hurting yourself do we? Well... not that you could feel it if you did. Still nice and numb from the medicine I hope.”

Force... Moving... Pushed... Down... Laying... No... Bad

"Today's the day, you are going to make the hopes and dreams of a young bronzie come true."

No...

“... You’d think this gets easier with each of these appointments. Sadly that rarely seems to be the case. Most of my donors get cold feet like you do. Every time... "

Escape... Move... Escape... Help.

"..."

"... Moonlight, please. I told you to stop thrashing... You're going to make this much harder for everyone involved. We go over this so frequently..."

No... No!

"Sigh... I had hoped the removal of your legs would have prompted a little more cooperation from you. I had assumed by the third neural vivisection you'd have dropped these pre-op anxieties, dear... Perhaps I expect too much, but really my dear, this is getting a bit old..."

"Alright, that's enough..."

Still... Be still.... No... Be still. Shh. Still... Escape!

Honestly I hate to raise my abilities to you moonlight, really you know I do, but really you give me no choice. All that movement could cause my scalpel to slip... There were go. Nice and still. Now stay just as you are while I get my tools, please. Removal of the vocal cords is a very tedious task. Soon enough though, you'll be helping a most lovely young lady sing to her heart's content for the first time in sweeps. Tragic life that one has lived, but you, you're going to give her her happy ending. I hear from a credible source your voice is quite heavenly. She'll be happy to carry its torch to an audience."

Still. Stop... Be still... Please... Still... Please stop.. Shh

"... Aw. Now now, don't give me the waterworks. This is a good thing, moonlight. Such a songbird's voice wasting away in the streets. It was only a matter of time before the drones came for you, you know. If the circus didn't scoop you up for their own entertainment. A barbaric lot that bunch can be... A homeless bronze blood, blood of your lussus still staining your clothes. I'd have given you a day if not hours. All that potential that would have gone to such a waste. To leave you out there would be to leave you for death. And we simply couldn't have that, could we?"

Death...Shh.. Die... Die... You're ok... please... Everything is fine... I don't...

"I envy you a little, honestly. A bit of you is going to reach the masses someday. A translator for that troll's hopes and dreams. An honorable position a piece of you will hold. Just as your legs helped that kind young man walk again. What was his name again. Was it-... Hm .. no that's not it..."

Name... What... Name... My... Name... Did I... Have? I... Hive... want...Go hive...

"Here we are. Everything nice and ready here. Now we can begin the operation. This'll be over in just a moment just hold still..."

Stop. Shh. Stop. Stop. Calm.. STOP

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In the quiet of a lab, the sound of a man at work are all a mind can hear. The quick, precise snipping of a surgical scalpel and scissors against wet skin every few moments. He's accompanied by the hum of machinery, it's many wires and tubes that run to and fro. Through these artificial veins pumped the false blood that kept his patient's body operational.

He could be like this for days if given the chance. The rush of adrenaline his line of work gave him was matched only by the knowledge of how much joy it brought his clients. Repurposing these old parts, rescuing them from their wasteful end, that's what this was all about. Efficiency, and the extended life of those who'd soon have had theirs torn from them. But until every part had found its purpose, he'd need to keep them fresh, usable. Alive.

A challenging task, for sure. He was more than willing to accept such a task, however. The fusing of metal and flesh, such a wonderfully interesting concept. To extend the time of the temporary, with the cold, hard exterior of eternity.

It's exciting, is it not? When the removal of his chosen parts was complete, he's quick to set it aside, iced and prepared for transplantation. Now comes the next phase of the procedure, he thinks to himself as he lifts his drill from the table.

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A lone mind sits in darkness.

It has not been able to see for some time now.

It can not count the days, nor nights.

Its mind screams to move, but its body lacks the strength, the will nor range to move from its confinements. So often it has tried to scream, but found no jaw to move. No tongue to form words.

Blind eyes weep tears of bronze down metal cheeks as it is pushed back into its container. It can sense this. The moving air over its numbed face one of the few senses it has been left with, if faded and distant.

It has stopped again.

Consciousness would soon cease again. It always did.

It is scared.

How much did he take this time.

How much will he take next?

Is it... Even a troll, anymore?

Will the next one be the last?

It doesn't know. It wants to leave. It wants to see again. It wants to feel grass upon its skin, rain upon its head.

The form lay strapped to a surgical table. It's body a mix of contorted flesh, carved away in places then wrapped in bandages. What wasn't wrapped was capped or welded shut with shiny grey metal, aside from its chest currently. The cavity pulled open and back to display what few organs remained like a frog on a lab student's table. Its most vitals long since having begun the pilfering and replacement process; ticking gears were a heart once beat, bloated sacks where its lungs once breathed. It's blood, once a vibrant bronze now diluted with artificial replacers, heavy in sedative drugs. Perhaps the only thing keeping the agony from this butchered existence at bay. What was likely a blessing at first now a curse as it longs for the feeling of anything at all, even pain, discomfort, something. It's thoughts have become lesser with each day of dismemberment. Its name lost, its identity, if it had one before, now lost in the wind. It remembers being called she once. But even that feels like an eternity ago, far from reach and lost in obscurity. It was only a matter of time before that too was taken.

It can feel itself slipping away again as it joins the others in storage. Back into unconsciousness. Back into the long dark before the repeat. Just like the times before, it's thoughts are few of words but consistent. A plea. A cry.

Kill... Me...

#gore ment tw #body horrow cw #dismemberment mention cw #doctor cw #medical malpractice cw #torture cw #mind control cw #manipulation cw #idek what other tags to put #Viroxa Galrix #long post #amputation mention cw

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B-Goldi Are Destined to Go TikTok Viral

So stock up now.

by Marcio "MZA"

I spent a lot of time on TikTok in early 2023. My toddler son and I were trading the same colds back and forth all winter, and thus I found myself endlessly scrolling through BeautyTok at night while blowing my nose or sipping tea, pretending I was Alix Earle prepping for a night out and not a tired, sick mom in the same stained Gap sweats I’d been wearing for a week. I paid close attention to the “it” products my favorite beauty influencers were using and purchased accordingly, but there was one product in particular that I could never get my hands on, no matter how many alerts I set up: Drunk Elephant’s D-Bronzi Anti-Pollution Sunshine Drops. The bronze drops were a mainstay of so many TikTokers—including Earle—adding a warm glow to their skin either with or without makeup, and they were constantly sold out. The Drunk Elephant section at Sephora was practically a ghost town, so I settled for a similar product and went on my way.

While the D-Bronzi drops are much easier to find these days, I have a feeling that their new baby sister, the B-Goldi Bright Drops ($52), may experience the same surge in popularity—and here’s why.

The Product

Just like the Drunk Elephant’s D-Bronzi Anti-Pollution Sunshine Drops., the Drunk Elephant B-Goldi Bright Drops are versatile, customizable liquid drops housed in a cute square-shaped bottle with a gleaming gold cap. They’re meant to be mixed in with your serum, moisturizer or makeup, or simply worn alone to add a candlelit glow to skin—not a glittery shine.

But the B-Goldi Bright Drops aren’t just pretty to look at; they also offer skincare benefits thanks to the addition of 5% niacinamide, diglucosyl gallic acid, and mulberry leaf extract to help improve clarity and fade dark spots, plus omega oils to nurture the skin.

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My Review

Before we dive into my thoughts, a quick preface to say that I do not have perfect skin like many of the TikTokers I enjoyed scrolling with earlier this year. To say I have problem skin is an understatement. It’s a long story, but I’ve been battling gnarly hormonal acne for a long time and cannot currently be medicated for it, so I wear quite a bit of makeup on a day-to-day basis. I would love to wear the B-Goldi Bright Drops on their own, but it’s not going to happen. Thus, I put them to the test alongside and under makeup.

Drunk Elephant recommends you store the bottle upside down for easier dispensing, and that’s absolutely a tip you should follow. The liquid itself is a gorgeous pale gold with microflecks of light-reflecting pigments, and while they do shimmer under the light, they don’t sparkle. I could barely feel them on my skin post-application (in a good way) and they added a pretty, subtle sheen even on my acne. After massaging in the drops, I applied concealer and powder foundation to my problem areas (chin and nose) but left the rest of my skin bare. I used the excess liquid on my lids, cheekbones and down the bridge of my nose for a little more golden glimmer, and was pleasantly surprised to see how pretty it looked, especially in direct sunlight.

It’s the kind of product you can wear every day and easily incorporate into your routine, especially if it already includes the D-Bronzi or pink-toned O-Bloos Drops; Drunk Elephant recommends mixing or layering them for your own custom blend. I’m converted—and considering snapping up the others while they’re in stock.

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About Saylor Herrera : The ocean is everything I want to be: beautiful, mysterious, wild and free.

Includes:

General Details

Physical Appearance

Health

Personality

Family

Full Bio

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: Saylor Indigo Herrera NICKNAME(S): Say, Sailor Girl NAME MEANING: AGE: 23 DATE OF BIRTH: Oct 10, 1999 at 8:32 a.m. PLACE OF BIRTH: San Diego, CA CURRENT LOCATION: Opulence, Colorado ETHNICITY: Latinx GENDER: Genderfluid PRONOUNS: She/They SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic RELIGION: Wiccan OCCUPATION: Maulform Dark Apothecary EDUCATION LEVEL: High School Graduate, Currently enrolled at OSU COLLEGE: Junior at Oppulence Supernatural University on a full scholarship MAJOR: Bachelor of Science in Marine Sciences with a Concentration in Marine Biology EXTRACURRICULAR: Skateboarding, Drumming, Running, Environmental Conservation, Hiking, Basketball, Swimming LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: In Descray in an apartment with her sister Sofia FINANCIAL STATUS: Broke ass bitch. Without her scholarship at Saylor would without a doubt be a dropout. Most of the money she makes at work goes to support her recent party habits and wild-child pursuits. SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT: Saylor’s way of speaking is very casual. A lot of the time G’s are dropped at the end of things. For example running often becomes runnin’. Talks fast when excited and often intermixes Spanish and English in various sentences when speaking to someone else who knows the language or when experiencing an extreme emotion. There is a slight Spanish accent as she learned to speak both Spanish and English at the same time, though it is not always audible. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English and Spanish

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: Lizeth Selene HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: Very long black hair that is often worn loose. It has a soft natural wave towards the middle though the rest is straight. Occasionally it will be pinned up or braided when it needs to be out of the way. But usually, its lucky if it gets a brush run through it once a day. COMPLEXION: Light beige with a warm, bronzy undertone EYE COLOR: A deep brown, almost black closer to the pupil HEIGHT: 5’8” WEIGHT: 110lbs BODY AND BUILD: Lean musculature that is not really visible until a strenuous task is being completed. Some might call Saylor’s frame “wiry”. Everything about her is slight from her slim shoulders to petite almost nonexistent breasts. Slightly curved hips still give a hint of femininity along with delicate facial features and full lips. TATTOOS: Too many to list PIERCINGS: Ear: two in lobes, one in cartilage; Nose: septum piercing; Belly-button, Nipples CLOTHING STYLE: Comfortable. A casual mix between men and women’s styles depending on how they feel on any given days. Comfort is almost as important as style when choosing any outfit. If it’s uncomfortable to any degree, they ain’t wearing it. Tends to trend toward the alternative fashion wise. DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: Sultry eyes, long loose hair, and wiry frame. SIGNATURE SCENT: Hibiscus and Ocean Breeze

SIREN SELF: When in her siren form, Saylor’s tail resembles that of a long black fighting fish. It is elegant, yet brutal. Her tail muscles are extremely strong.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): PTSD. With the abuse she was suffered as a child combined with “the incident” that resulted in her mother’s death. This also comes with Thalassophobia: fear of the ocean or other large, deep bodies of water. When getting too closet to anyone other than her sister, Saylor has a hard time recognizing those emotions as a positive. She will frequently turn people away if they become too familiar too quickly. PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): None

HEARING: Keen when underwater, but murkier when on land. She can still identify sounds and hear others calling for her, but if they’re too far away she is likely to be oblivious to the noise.

EYESIGHT: 20/20 with spectacular night vision. Green and red color blind. ALLERGIES: Allergic to peanuts and avocados. SLEEPING HABITS: Saylor can be lazy and enjoys a good lie in. Often goes to bed a lot later than necessary, resulting in her constantly over sleeping for things that are happening in the morning. Sometimes the sleep is not restful as nightmares of past events often crop up in her dreams. Often wakes soaked in sweat. EATING HABITS: A pig. Saylor loves to eat. Seafood is the go-to whether it be sushi, canned tuna, or even a fish filet from McDonald’s. Enjoys the occasional red meat and steers clear of 90% of vegetables and refuses to eat fake meat. Constantly snacking in between meals with junk like salt and vinegar potato chips. SOCIABILITY Saylor is a people person and enjoys interacting with others. Boisterous, it is easy for them to rub people the wrong way on occasion or come off as “too-much”. While they love engaging with others, they have been struggling with forming strong bonds ever since the incident. BODY TEMPERATURE: Toasty. With so much extra blood circulating through their veins on account of their siren half, they are almost never cold. ADDICTIONS: None DRUG USE: Recreational. Saylor isn’t afraid to use drugs when out partying or in search of a good time. Frequently uses downers to get a full-nights sleep without nightmares interrupting. ALCOHOL USE: Recreational.

PERSONALITY.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adventurous, Clever, Observant, Warm NEGATIVE TRAITS: Impatient, Rowdy, Tentative, Unpolished LIKES: not wearing shoes, exploring nature, the afternoon sun, body modification, taste of raw fish DISLIKES: too cold temperatures, quiet talkers, monogamous relationships, feeling confined/trapped, open bodies of water FEARS: To never be able to swim in the ocean again, having her skin stolen, losing another loved one, the ocean HABITS: Sarcastic and a bit quirky, Saylor marches to the beat of a different drum. Constantly forgets to wear shoes as she hates how confining they are, she has trouble sticking to a schedule and making her day flow productively when she does not come up with a strict schedule for herself. Her hands run through her hair all the time to push it back away from her face or just to play with the softness. GOALS AND AMBITIONS: Help conserve the ocean and other bodies of water, graduate college, return to the sea. ASTROLOGY: Libra Sun, Scorpio Rising PERSONALITY TYPE: ESFP-T MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin ELEMENT: Water PRIMARY VICE: Doubt PRIMARY VIRTUE: Spirited

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC:

MOTHER: Deceased.

FATHER: Julio Herrera – 48 – Human – Whereabouts unknown – Saylor is currently searching for him

Julio left the family when Saylor was just three years old. Left Saylor and her mother due to her mother’s extreme outburst. Saylor is currently seeking him out to discover why he left her with such a horrible woman.

SIBLING(S): Sofia Valdez; There is a possibility of siblings as her father left when Saylor was three, but she is not currently aware of any CHILDREN: None PET(S): Black Cat – Mushu

FULL BIO:

“Your soul is so bohemian, free, and gypsy wild. Come swim with me in the calming sea, let’s be mermaids for a while.”

tw: murder, death, mental health, drug use, child abuse, childhood trauma.

Saylor is what teachers liked to call: “the problem child.” A bastard, born to an adulterer, the little girl’s life was far from stable. But her teachers did not see that. They did not know that the reason she so often fell asleep in class was that her manic mother would wake her up screaming, only to later soothe her with a drive to the local Dairy Queen. She was always thin, meals not as regular as they could have been. Her mother struggled to hold down a job. Hungry, Saylor began to steal food while at school, anything to fill the rumble within her belly. But the theft made her nervous, and jumpy, she knew it was wrong, but she was just so hungry. Those jitters led teachers to educate her mother about ADHD and other disorders. The woman latched onto the idea, and the doctors, believing the parent over the child’s calm demeanor at appointments, began to prescribe her medication. It made Saylor feel as though she was about to crawl out of her skin. After a few weeks, she became smart enough to hide the medicine under her tongue until she could get away from her mother. Now nearly a teen, she would sell the pills at school, pocketing the extra money in order to feed herself. This led her to hanging out with “the wrong crowd” the kids who smoked weed in the bathrooms and got high on pills under the bleachers once classes were over. If they’d even bothered to show up that day. Despite being bounced around schools as her mom moved them from state to state, Saylor managed to find trouble wherever she went. After being expelled from her second one in as many months, her mother finally lost it.

Covered in bruises as the police took the woman away, the young teen was told to pack a bag. After three days in an emergency foster home, the social worker came to say that they had a place for her. When Saylor saw the size of the home she was in awe, she assumed the person who lived there must be her father, they’d tracked him down after all these years and he was welcoming her home with open arms. The truth was far from that happy fantasy. There was no familiarity to the man that stood staring at her as though she were an alien life form, but the moment she locked eyes with the other girl, she knew they were related. Their eyes matched perfectly, they had the same sultry angle, the little glint that meant trouble. It was that girl who took her in, her sister, Sofia. Saylor supposed she could have been upset at the thought of living with this strange girl, of the crappy apartment she was able to afford to scrape by at jobs that were less than ideal. But, for the first time in her life, the young girl actually felt content.

Sofia worked hard to make sure that she was cared for. There was a hot meal every night, and help with homework. Though Saylor still got up to many of her old antics, she was too old now to change so easily, and her sister didn’t really seem to mind, so long as she attended school. Having a stable home, Saylor had time to realize that she was actually smart. To her surprise she enjoyed studying and, with Sofia’s encouragement, she decided to enroll in an extracurricular activity, basketball. Her lithe frame allowed her to maneuver easily, and she quickly became a small celebrity in the local high school. Sofia was someone she was glad to have as she navigated teenage romance and boy drama, and she was the first person Saylor confided in about being bisexual. Their bond was as tight as two sisters could be. When she graduated, she decided that she wanted to see the world, properly, this time. It hurt to leave her sister behind, and Sofia wasn’t necessarily happy with her choice to take a gap year… or two when scholarships had been offered, she still supported her unconditionally. Their life was simple yet happy. Until a dark cloud from the past returned.

Their mother. She was waiting in their apartment when Saylor had come home from her latest trip. Immediately wary, she recognized the mania coiling beneath the surface. With no idea how to explain to Sofia that something wasn’t right as their mother led them to the beach, she was helpless. Helpless as she watched their mother turn into something other than human. As her hands wrapped around Sofia’s neck and held her under. Violent screams were ripped from her mouth as she attempted to dislodge her mother’s grip, but she was too strong. She could feel her vision blurring as the profound sense of loss tore through her like a wild cat. Then she too was held under. When her head finally broke the surface, gasping as water left her lungs, she saw her sister. Sofia had the same body that their mom had before she lost it. Saylor found her oddly beautiful and was unafraid despite the fact that her mom had looked the same moments before. Her brow scrunched as she tried to locate her mom, and found her floating face up in the water, human once more.

Quickly she tugged at Sofia’s hand and took charge. They needed to leave, now. So they fled. After a few hours in the car, they arrived at a town called Opulence. It was there that the two women made their new home. For months Saylor was fairly comatose, she did not mourn her mother, but the trauma of the incident had left scars invisible to the eye.

After about a year Saylor finally began to settle. Now twenty-one, she enrolled at Opulence Supernatural College with a major in marine biology. Ever since discovering what her sister was, her immortality, Saylor had become fascinated with the ocean. The creatures and myths it held, untold depths just waiting to be explored. It was a pull she felt deep within her gut. But with it was a feeling of dread. What would happen when she passed on? Sofia would be alone. Devastated by the thought and driven by the call of the sea, she chose to see it forever with Sofia by her side. Her drowning was six months ago, and Saylor has never been happier only… her sister still doesn’t know. Perhaps she’ll finally find the courage to tell her? After, she shares the good news that she made it onto the college basketball team, of course.

“what power did she attain when settling in opulence?”

Because of the love Saylor felt for her older sister, she developed a link to her. A tether that bonded the pair, they can feel the emotions of one another and can communicate voluntarily through their minds.

Bullet points highlighting information about your character (fun facts, abilities) helpful for players to know at a glance:

This siren is always up for an adventure! She’s a free spirit and loves to explore new things and places and has only just begun to scratch the surface of the weird in Oppulence. There is very little she is afraid of. With how rowdy she was as a teenager, Saylor is not afraid to take risks or explore things that others might consider dangerous.

Let’s party hearty. Her affinity for various recreational drugs and a damn good party have not waned over time. If anything, after the loss of her best friend, her desire to go out and have a good time has increased tenfold. Sometimes she can take it too far and has ended up in the back of a cop car on more than one occasion.

With her ties to the ocean Saylor is very nature centric. Natural eco-systems and biomes are important to her and one of the reasons for pursuing a degree in marine biology is a desire to preserve them. Though she finds the ocean the most beautiful place on planet earth, she still has a deep appreciation for nature on land as well. Oftentimes she will walk through the woods bare-foot to feel the soil between her toes to make herself that much closer to mother-nature. Even when not traveling the forest she is wont to forget her shoes as she finds them too restricting. She is not religious in the traditional sense but believes that nature is the ruler of all, and as such practices wicca.

Saylor is pansexual and ethically non-monogamous. She does not believe in restricting her access or ability to love. In her eyes there is more than enough love within her heart to love more than one person at a time in more than one way. To limit that would be to restrict herself in a way she is simply not capable of. (Though she herself does not know it, if she were to truly fall in love in a way that finally let someone past her barriers, there would likely be no one else.}

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