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Looking for a saucy medieval tradition to weave into your historical romances? Have no fear, foot-of-the-gallows marriage is here! Basically, if a man was about to be hanged and a woman stepped forward and said “I will marry this man!” he was spared because it was was seen as like “oh, she’ll rehabilitate him so we don’t have to kill him.” Now, I heard this from tiktok, so I could be wrong, and it could just be a folk tale or something that rarely happened in actuality. Either way, it’s a cool troupe I think more people should use (and I myself will be using). I think it would work really well with Orcs and Elves!
This is such an intriguing idea! I had to try it. If you end up writing it, tag me, if you are comfortable! I'd love to see what you do with it ^_^
I keep getting Orc ideas, and I can't resist them *feral invasive Orc thoughts* （￣ ｗ￣）Ψ
Orc (Saber) x GN elf reader
Word Count: 6K
TW: discussion of hanging, bad mother, sfw Orc fluff, a bit of melancholy with a happy ending, nonsexual mention of private body parts in the context of bathing
“Goodness, what’s this all about?” you grumbled, clutching your basket closer to you as you made your way through the crowd.
The stench of rotten vegetables and too many people lingered in the air.
“It’s a hanging,” a helpful imp beamed, hopping on his tiptoes to see over the crowd. Why people gathered all around to watch someone die, you had no idea, but more importantly, the crowd was blocking your path home. Industrious vendors selling ale and popcorn wove through the throng to collect what coins they could from the event. In the capital, everyone had a hustle, and few left the chance to make some money at the table.
“Out of the way!” You shouted, shouldering whoever was unlucky enough to be in your way.
The voice of the city guardsman who was reading off a list of offenses to the crowd drowned yours out, but with a few well-placed shoves, you managed to make it to the front. You were looking around, trying to figure out how to get across the plaza, when you glanced up to see a familiar face.
“It’s you!” you blurted as your eyes locked with the brilliant chartreuse irises of the Orc standing on the gallows.
He gave you a wan smile, lifting his tied hands to wave at you. His straight nose was up in the air as if all the rabble around him should be fortunate to have the privilege of watching him die. The thick olive locs you remembered being long had been roughly chopped short around his ears. Still, even dressed in an ill-fitting prison jumpsuit, he had a regal air about him. His barrel chest was puffed, strong muscles peaking between the frayed fabric.
“Fifty counts of robbery…25 counts of counterfeiting gold coins…seven counts of horse theft…”
The Orc you’d met before’s name was Saber. He’d helped you get your broken cart into town one rainy afternoon…, and then he’d also stolen your necklace, which you’d realized after he’d disappeared.
“As per the King’s edict, If any citizen pledges to save this soul from the gallows by way of marriage, please step forth.”
Though he was handsome, no one raised their hands to save him. Instead, they all booed. Judging by the rotten vegetables hurled at him, he seemed to have robbed almost everyone in the capital.
“Aye!” you shouted, hiking up your pants to pull yourself onto the stage.
The guardsmen’s eyebrows shot up when you’d straightened yourself.
“I’ll marry the sorry bastard.”
“Are you sure? He’ll most likely rob you and run off. He’s better off dead.”
“I have business with this one,” you informed him, snapping your fingers. “Come on then. Let’s get this over with.”
The guardsman shrugged and jerked the noose off of his neck, a little disappointed. The crowd wasn’t happy either, hurling insults along with their vegetables.
“Quiet! Quiet!” the guardsman shouted after shoving Saber forward for the “ceremony.”
He took a deep breath, jerking a notebook out of his pocket.
“Alright,” he began, snorting. “State your name for the record.”
“(Y/N).”
“Lovely elven name,” he murmured as he jotted it down. “Now then, do you (Y/N) take this here, criminal, Saber Wintermaple to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
You gave him a sharp nod.
“I do.”
He swung a lazy eye at Saber.
“Do you Saber Wintermaple, take this kind elf to be your betrothed?”
He gave you a bright smile.
“I do.”
The guardsman snapped the book closed, shoving Saber towards you.
“I hereby declare you two duly betrothed under the King’s law. This Orc is your problem now, citizen. You’d better keep him out of trouble, or you’ll be up here next to him!”
He handed you the thick rope looped around the binding, keeping Saber’s hands tied, and waved you two off. The audience, bored without bloodshed, had already started dispersing, making it easy for you to tug Saber towards the road leading to the forest.
“I didn’t know I made such a pleasant impression,” Saber said cheerfully, following you out of town.
You whirled around and jammed a finger in his face.
“I wouldn’t describe it as pleasant. You owe me a gold necklace! Give it back, or you can work off the coin you owe me!”
He chuckled.
“I’m fresh out of coins, little elf.”
He scratched his chin and looked up, thinking.
“I’m pretty sure I lost that necklace in a game of dice.”
He shrugged.
“You lost my only possession of any value in a game of dice?”
You scrubbed your hand over your face, counting back from ten so you didn’t explode.
“Maybe I should have let you die.”
Frowning, you looked over him from toe to head.
“At least you look strong enough. I’m sure I can find something useful for you to do!”
You stopped where the two of you stood in the middle of the trail and pulled a small charm from your basket.
“I was going to use this on my coin purse since there was a thief on the loose, but it’s probably better applied to you!”
You looped the charm around his neck, closing your eyes to whisper the spell. A gust of spirit wind, fluffed your hair as the magic twirled around Saber. When you opened your eyes again, there was a blue thread linking the two of you that only you could see.
“What was that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on you.
“It’s a binding spell, so you can’t run off with my stuff again,” you explained.
His eyebrows jumped, and he tugged at the little talisman around his neck.
“It won’t come off.”
You nodded proudly.
“Exactly.”
He took a moment to examine you carefully, tapping his chin again.
“Interesting,” he murmured.
“What? What does that mean?”
He smiled and shrugged.
“Lead the way, spouse.”
You sighed, turning and pulling him through the bumpy trail in the woods to your little home. When you’d fled your homeland to the Capital, you’d been lucky to find an abandoned cottage outside the city walls. It wasn’t massive, with only the basic living quarters, but it must have at some point belonged to someone’s Saber’s size, as the door and counters were much too high. You’d spent much of the money you earned selling charms and ointments, buying stools and ladders to reach things.
“You poor thing,” Saber sighed as you passed through the magic barrier you’d cast to keep your home hidden from bandits.
“You don’t need to patronize me,” you huffed. “You’re the one almost hanged and run out of town.”
He ignored you, looking around.
“I feel kind of bad for stealing your necklace now that I’ve seen where you live. This place is a mess.”
You examined your home, trying to see it through his eyes. Every available surface was covered in books, alchemy equipment, or ingredients. Even the chairs were covered in cast-off scrolls, books, or charms.
“It’d be nice to have a workshop,” you admitted. “But that’s much too expensive.”
You straightened your slumping shoulders and lifted your chin.
“No matter, you won’t be spending much time sitting down. I’ve got loads of things that need doing.”
He gave you a sharp nod and held out his hands.
“You’ll have to untie me if you want me to work.”
Pulling a small blade from your basket, you sawed through the thick binding. Free to move as he pleased, he wrung his stiff wrists as he perused your living room. Occasionally he would pick something up, then put it down again, finally crouching to examine a bucket filled with water.
“What are you doing?”
He peered up at the leak in the roof that was letting rainwater drip through.
“This needs fixing, or the roof will rot out.”
Pushing off of his knees, he turned to you.
“How long have you been living alone?”
You blushed, embarrassed.
“I dunno, my whole life, I guess. The elven town where I came from didn’t have an orphanage or anything, so when I was old enough, I took off toward the capital. It took a while to get here…but here I am. I thought there would be more…I don’t know…opportunity here.”
“How has that worked out for you? Living in a house clearly not meant for you and marrying a man on the gallows.”
You gave him an indignant snuff.
“At least I’m not a thief!”
He chuckled, leaning against a bookshelf, rolling a gold coin on his knuckles. Your eyes narrowed on it, and you reached in your pocket to find you’d been relieved of your day’s earnings.
“Hey! You stole that!”
He laughed, revealing straight white teeth, and jingled the other coins in his pocket.
“Don’t worry, I can’t get away with it, right?”
You sucked in a deep annoyed breath.
“I have things to do. Make yourself useful and chop some wood. It’s going to be cold when the sun sets.”
“Whatever you say, spouse,” he replied, giving you a sarcastic salute as you dropped your basket and hurried to the kitchen to get started on dinner.
What had you been thinking marrying a criminal? You paused for a moment, eyes growing misty. You didn’t really think he still had your necklace, did you? You let out a sigh just short of a sob. Were you really that lonely? Maybe it hurt that he’d been so kind to you, just to trick you. You should have been happy to see him hanged, yet the lingering magic that followed all elves had whispered that you ought to save him.
But why? You weren’t in any position to support a husband. Though you’d instructed yourself on the knowledge of various potions and charms, you weren’t the only one. The city was teaming with Academy-bred alchemists who far surpassed your skill. They had access to rare ingredients and an army of assistants. You had to scrape out a living selling your wares far cheaper than the competition even to get noticed at the market. Hustling day to day, you certainly didn’t have the time or money to pretty yourself up to find a partner.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you grumbled, returning to chopping tubers for soup.
A thick THWACK, drew your eyes out the kitchen window to Saber splitting logs across the lawn. He’d divested himself of his ratty shirt, and every thick muscle was on display as he lifted the ax over his head and dropped it down again. The logs felt apart like they were nothing more than twigs under his might.
Your eye focused on the dark, wet slashes across his shoulder blades where his jailors had beaten him. He must have felt your eyes on him because he glanced up and waved. Blushing, you hurriedly pulled the curtains, returning to your task.
Unable to get his injuries out of your mind, you felt bad for making him chop wood while he was hurt. When you’d plopped the tubers into your cooking pot, you gathered up some healing and numbing salves, making your way out the door.
“Need something?” he asked, looking up from his task.
“Sit down,” you barked.
A thick eyebrow rose, and he tipped his head.
“Why? Planning on lobbing my head off?”
You wrinkled your nose at him.
“No, of course not! You’re massive. How would I even go about burying your body? I can’t have a rotting corpse stinking up the place. Just sit!”
He leaned his axe against the stump he was using to brace the wood and sat down on it. You dug in your basket, pulling out some cleanser to clean the wounds. Beside the big ugly gashes, Saber’s skin was a smooth, pretty green, the planes of his muscles sharp and defined. The first brush of your hand on his back made him jump.
“S-sorry,” you muttered.
“‘Ts fine. Just not used to people touching me. Go on.”
You spread the thick gel you used carefully over each angry line.
“What do you mean? You’ve never had a partner before me?”
He paused for a moment before he jerked his head.
“I had a girlfriend once, but she left me.”
“Why?”
“Some noble offered her his hand and well…I couldn’t compete.”
He sighed.
“She was happy to keep me on as her side piece, but I’ve got too much of an ego to be someone’s toy.”
Your eyebrows jumped at his candor, but you just hummed, plastering clean wraps to his skin so the wounds could heal. His skin was warm under your fingers, making the tips tingle. When you were done, you found yourself tipping forward on your toes to peck the back of his neck. When you’d realized what you’d done, your ears burned, and you coughed loudly.
“Sorry, ah…sorry,” you muttered, unsure what to say. “You’re…ah…going to have to sleep on your stomach, so you don’t make these worse.”
He swiveled around to look at you, smiling.
“Thanks, doc!”
“I’m not a doctor.”
He shrugged.
“What’s the difference?”
“Ten years of special-”
You shook your head, realizing he was teasing you.
“I think that’s enough wood for tonight. Come inside. Dinner’s almost ready.”
He grinned at you, his stomach grumbling, as he scooped up some of the wood he’d cut and tucked it under one arm. You wondered how much they let him eat in prison, worried he was starving.
“What’d my sweet little spouse cook for me?” he asked.
“Just some sweet potato soup. It’s not gourmet.”
He frowned.
“No meat?”
You blinked at him.
“You have all the money I made today in your pocket. How can I afford meat with those few coins?”
He nodded, appearing to be thinking through the problem thoroughly.
When you returned inside, you dipped the two of you bowls of soup, filling his twice as much as yours. You assured yourself it was because he couldn’t work without proper nutrition, not because you liked him.
“So how far does this magic thingie let me go?” he asked as you sat down at the table.
“Why, trying to run off?”
He smirked.
“No, why would I want to run away from you?”
He chewed on a big spoonful of sweet potatoes before he continued.
“I’ve got a cute little spouse who makes me dinner and kisses my cuts.”
Your cheeks blew up in flames, and you choked on a mouthful of soup. You tried to retain your composure by quickly wiping your mouth with a napkin.
“A couple of miles in any direction.”
“Wow, didn’t think you’d give me such a long leash.”
You shrugged.
“I can’t be right at your side every minute.”
He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.
“You don’t want me by your side every minute of the day?”
Unsure if he was joking or not, you jerked your spoon at his soup.
“Let’s…stop talking for a while. Eat up. You’ll need your strength.”
While the two of you ate quietly, you did your best to keep your eyes on your bowl. Every time you happened to glance up, he was watching you with an odd smile on his face. Almost like satisfaction.
You were relieved when you finally finished and could turn your back on him to rinse the dishes.
“You can take the bed if you want,” you called over your shoulder as you stood on your tip toes to return the bowls to the cabinet. As your arm stretched, Saber appeared behind you, plucking the dishes out of your hand and easily placing them where they were supposed to go.
“Where are you going to sleep?” he asked, extending a hand to help you off of the little ladder you were perched on.
“There’s a couch in the living room.”
He wrinkled his nose.
“It’s covered in stuff.”
You shrugged, trying to hurry past him.
“I’ll clean it up.”
You found your feet swinging in the air as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“My spouse is not sleeping on the sofa. I never thought I’d have a spouse, so I’ve got to take proper care of you.”
He patted your butt for emphasis.
“Are you crazy?” you snapped, only not banging on his back with your fists because he was injured. “We can’t sleep together! We just met!”
Your body bounced on his shoulder as he chuckled.
“You weren’t concerned with that when you insisted on marrying me!”
“They were going to kill you!”
He flopped you down on your bed, caging you in with his big arms. His head dipped to drag the tip of his nose along the length of your neck.
“So you do like me!” he whispered into your skin.
“I do not,” you huffed, pushing his chest.
Though your muscles did nothing to move him, he rose so you could scoot out across the bed. You quickly scrambled into the bathroom to change into your pajamas.
When you came back out, Saber was slipping off his pants.
“What are you doing now?” You gasped, cheeks heating at the sight of the thick shaft hanging between his legs.
He glanced up, a slight smirk on his face as he folded his clothes.
“I can't sleep in these prison clothes. I'll get the sheets all dirty!”
You sighed, rubbing your eyes. He was right. He was filthy from sleeping on dirty straw in prison.
“Come on,” you said, flicking two fingers at him. “You need a bath. You’re probably covered in fleas!
Fortunately, your house came equipped with one large enough to fit Saber’s big body. With a flick of your fingers, the tub was filled, and with a few whispers of a spell, the water was hot.
“Get in,” you said.
Making himself comfortable, he looked back at you over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised.
“You tryin’ to watch? Naughty little elf!”
You let out a long sigh.
“No, I’m just going to ensure you don’t get your bandages wet, or it will all have been a waste. Supplies are expensive,” you huffed, picking up the sponge. “Now, sit still!”
Saber smirked but let you lift each of his arms as you scrubbed him.
“So how did your old girlfriend take it when you decided you wouldn’t be your affair partner?”
He glanced at you, eyes ever thoughtful. His long look brought heat to your cheeks.
“Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”
He shrugged, his jaw tightening.
“She was rather smug. She spent her whole life wishing to elevate herself.”
A long sigh slipped past his lips.
“I could never make her happy. I lied, cheated, stole; whatever I could do…but she looked down her nose at all of it.”
Your mouth fell open.
“I’m…I’m sorry. You don’t have to…”
He waved a thick hand, his warm palm gently landing on your head and lightly ruffling your hair.
“Think nothing of it. It’s kind of nice to get it off my chest.”
“So that’s why you're a crook? To make her happy?”
He smirked.
“I was a crook. Now I’m a married man. I can’t get into trouble. I have a spouse who relies on me.”
He pinched your chin.
“Prison was difficult enough without knowing I was missing out on such a cute little face. Now, it would crush me.”
Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you jerked your head away, grabbing the nearest towel and tossing it to him.
“Careful, don’t jostle your bandages,” you wheezed before making your escape. “Whoever lived here before left some clothes in the chest by the door. They ought to fit.”
You were so busy slowing your beating heart that you blew out the lantern and slid into your bed without thinking Saber would soon follow. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to feign sleep, when you heard his heavy footsteps approach. He paused for a moment, doing Goddess knows what, before he carefully laid down next to you.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and your body slid into his. You heard him draw in a sharp breath as your warm forms pressed together.
“Mind your wounds. Make sure you sleep on your side,” you whispered into the darkness.
You felt him adjust slightly, and then a heavy arm draped over your waist. Despite yourself, it was warm and the weight felt nice. Comforting. Now that he’d used your soap, he smelled like home. His breath brushed the hairs on your neck and another arm slid underneath you to use as a pillow. You would have pulled away, but you’d never slept so close to someone before.
Living on the street for most of your life, left you with scars. You didn’t realize how deep they’d cut you until Saber’s large body curled around yours. You felt safe.
When you woke the next morning, the bed next to you was empty. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, wondering where he’d gone. Had it all been a dream?
The pile of dirty prison clothes folded and placed on top of a chest proved that it had not.
Breathing slowly, in the meditation you’d taught yourself, you stretched your awareness out, reaching for the blue thread. Saber was half a mile from you. You wondered what he could possibly be doing.
“Orc things, probably,” you muttered, making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up.
It wasn’t like he could run off; there was nothing in that direction but trees. Through the window, you could see the sun up over the tree line, telling you that you’d slept much later than usual.
Usually, you’d have left at sunrise to sell your wares in the Capital market, but it was far too late now. Instead, you grabbed an apple from the kitchen and started fussing with your alchemy materials. Now that Saber was living with you, you were sure you needed to straighten up so he didn’t break something.
Walking across the room, you automatically skipped around the bucket on the floor; only the bucket was gone. You frowned, but looking at the ceiling, someone had replaced one of the boards with a fresh one. Had Saber done that while you were sleeping?
You huffed, returning to straightening your books. At least he’s putting himself to work.
You were trying to remember the order in which a pair of books written in ancient elven were arranged alphabetically when the bell above your door jingled.
Since your home was hidden with magic, the bell told you someone was nearby. It was a charm you rarely used. No one had any reason to look for you. The most it had rung was when you ordered a special cauldron or tomb and happened to have the cash to have it delivered.
Curious if a traveler was lost, you put your books down and wandered outside.
“Morning, spouse!”
Saber’s voice made you jump when he appeared hauling a deer on his shoulders.
“What’s that?”
He shrugged the creature off of his shoulders.
“Meat!” he announced proudly.
You nodded at him, your eyes catching on his bare chest, glazed with a sheen of sweat.
“Where are you off to?” he asked.
“Someone is here,” you murmured, forcing your gaze from the sharp planes of his muscles to continue down the path.
A shadow draped over you, and you glanced up to see him looming.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going with you. It could be someone dangerous.”
You shook your head but continued on your way with him in tow.
“Helloooo? Helllloooo?”
A female voice was screaming through the trees. When you rounded the bend, your eyes landed on an expensive carriage and a beautiful fairy shouting at the top of her lungs. Her pink hair fell in glittering curls around her shoulders, and matching wings emerged from her back.
“Damn it! Saber! Where the fuck are you?”
“Can I help you?” you asked as you stepped through your magic barrier.
Her eyes narrowed, but not on you. She looked directly behind you.
“Saber! There you are!”
She grinned, fluttering her winds and flying past you. Irritation immediately pricked your heart as the woman threw her arms around him. Turning around, you found him looking at her with wide eyes.
“Melody…what are you doing here? How did you find me?”
“I’m here to see you, of course. I heard you were going to be hung, but an elf saved you! I asked around the market and was told you’d been taken here. I was so worried!”
When she cupped his chin with her delicate hand, you crossed your arms, eyes narrowing.
“Not someone. Me.” you interjected.
You marched towards Saber and grabbed him by the arm.
“Saber is my husband. Who are you?”
She wrinkled her nose at you, ignoring your question. Her hand slid down Saber’s chest despite you.
“Is there someplace we can talk? Privately?”
Saber’s shocked face tightened.
“I don’t think that’s an appropriate ask in front of my spouse, Melody.”
She scoffed.
“You’ve been married…what? 8 hours? Saber, I think I more than deserve a little of your time. Especially as the mother of your child.”
Your jaw dropped, and your hand pulled away from Saber. It was true, you’d only known him for a few hours, but a child was something he ought to have mentioned.
His brow drew, looking between you and her.
“What child?”
She huffed, frowning at you.
“Fine…If you must do this, this way.”
She turned to the carriage and yelled.
“Nora, bring the baby!”
A maid climbed out of the carriage holding a small whimpering bundle. You gasped as the woman presented Saber with a little green newborn.
Saber’s eyes popped, his mouth opening and closing as the maid pressed the child into his hands.
“This…he…is mine?”
Melody nodded.
“Yes, and it’s time for you to take responsibility.”
He glanced up at her.
“You want to get back together?”
She let out a cruel but trilling laugh.
“Oh heavens no. I need you to take him. Dante hasn’t seen him yet. He thinks I’ve delivered his child. I had the maids tell him I was recovering for the past month so I could sneak him out. If he finds out I’ve been carrying your baby this whole time, he’ll throw me out on the street!”
Anger roiled under your skin.
“So what baby are you going to present to him?” you demanded.
She snorted as if that were a foolish question.
“I’ll get a baby from the slums. Plenty of mothers would happily give their child the life of a Lord’s son without question.”
She fluttered her iridescent wings.
“It only need be a fairy child.”
You could see the pain and confusion settle on Saber’s face. Stepping between the two of them, you gently pried the bundle out of Saber’s hands, looking at his cute little button nose and glossy baby curls.
“Of course, we will take him, but on one condition.”
She glanced at you.
“What do you want? Money?”
You let out a tight chuff.
“No. We never want to see you again. If he is our baby, he is ours. Don’t think you can change your mind and come running back here looking for him or Saber. The second you step foot in your carriage, this child and my husband are dead to you.”
Her eyes jerked to Saber.
“Saber. You can’t mean that. Of course, I want to see you…Dante, however, can’t know. You understand, don't you? This is everything we've dreamed about! You ought to support me!"
You scoffed, rolling your eyes.
"I grew up in the gutter, too," you hissed. "But I'd never treat someone the way you have treated my husband. He is too good for you and I won't tolerate you buzzing around us like a nasty fly."
She glared at you.
"He's my child! You're just jealous Saber and I have history!"
Saber's jaw locked, and he put his arm around you, giving her a disgusted grimace.
“Have you named him?” he asked.
She looked contrite but lifted her chin.
“I…ah…it didn’t occur to me...”
He nodded and glanced down at you, holding his child.
“Then…I agree with (Y/N). You’ll never know his name. You’ll never see him grow. You’ll never return to ruin our peace.”
“But Saber-”
“Don’t say my husband’s name, either.” you snapped. “You thought you’d come here and drop all of your responsibilities in his lap and then keep stringing him along as a toy? It’s not going to work like that. You have your family, and we have ours.”
You jerked your chin at her.
“Make your choice. Either leave the child or be prepared to explain to your husband who he belongs to. Those are the only options.”
Her pretty face contorted into an ugly, wrinkled mask, and she lifted her skirt to turn on her heels.
“Fine! It’s not like I want the child of a thief anyway!”
Snapping at her maid, she hovered back to her carriage, and they disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust. You smiled down at the little baby, who’d managed to sleep through the drama.
“Saber, I know I shouldn’t have spoken for you…I just- He deserves better than to grow up with the knowledge his mother believes him to be less than. Can you imagine him living as her secret? Sneaking around to hide him? If she passed him in the street, she’d ignore him to preserve her status. He’d be heartbroken. I won’t let that happen. I hope I didn’t overstep, but I’m not sorry for it.”
He dropped to his knees, eyes wet, and pushed his head into your shoulder. His big arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tight.
“You said just the right thing,” he murmured, then turned his head to look at his son. “What should we name him?”
You smiled at him.
“Let’s talk it over over lunch.”
The two of you walked back down the path together, both having a hard time keeping your gaze off the baby. He wriggled in his sleep, making you both see hearts.
“Maybe we should move,” you murmured. “Just to be sure…and to give him a fresh start.”
He looked down at you.
“You won’t miss this place?”
You sighed.
“No…this is just a house. We have a family now. He should grow up in a happy little town, not the capital…we’ll have to save for a few months, but I think we can do it.”
“We don’t have to save. I have plenty of money.”
You froze in your tracks, looking up at him.
“What? I thought you said you were broke?”
He smiled down at you.
“I meant I didn't have any coin on me. I didn’t just piss all of my ill-gotten gains away. I hid them. Follow me.”
He tugged the two of you into the forest, walking quite a ways until you reached an oddly placed rock. Saber crouched down and uprooted a bush with a stiff jerk. Then he cleared the soil away, revealing a wooden chest. He turned the little dial a few ways until it clicked, and the chest opened with a creak. Your eyes widened at the hundreds of gold coins piled inside. He casually tugged the gold he’d lifted from you out of his pocket and tossed it inside with a metallic clink.
“I think we can buy a nice place with this.”
You were still completely confused. He rummaged around in the coins, producing the gold necklace he’d stolen. Standing, he fastened it around your neck with the nimble fingers of a thief.
“I thought you lost it gambling?”
He shrugged.
“I lied.”
“Why did you keep it?”
He gave you a long look.
“I’m not sure, to be honest. Something told me not to sell it.”
“But…what about the rest? I thought you gave it all to Melody?”
“I tried to…we grew up in the capital, in the same slums she wants to buy a baby from. It wasn’t ever about what I could provide her. She wanted to erase her past. She wanted a title…to be a lady, to be able to lift her nose at the very people she grew up with.
I started saving after she failed at her first attempt at seducing some highborn. At the time, I had this romantic dream that I could surprise her with a big house, start a business, and be the Lord she wanted so badly…but… as time passed, I realized I was already tainted in her eyes. She wanted the right blood attached to her money. It took me too long to be ready to pull away. Dante was the nail in the coffin, so to speak.”
He tugged the chest from the ground, hauling it onto his shoulder before leading you back through the forest.
“Even though I knew I wasn’t enough…I foolishly still loved her. I was a mess when he proposed. That’s why I got caught. I went on a bender that lasted most of a year…Fortunately, I never touched this. Maybe I held out hope since Melody still entertained my attention…but I got sloppy and ended up in jail.”
His gaze dropped to the baby.
“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't have ever known about him. Anything could have happened to him if you hadn’t-”
He choked a bit, a couple of tears slipping down his cheek. You didn’t push him to finish his sentence. You knew what he was trying to say.
“What about Arel?” you asked.
“Arel? That sounds like an Elvin name.”
You smiled at the little baby’s chubby cheeks.
“It is…it means ‘treasure’.”
He stopped, bending down to examine his son more closely. The baby’s eyes opened, and you saw that they were the same pretty chartreuse as his father’s. The two of them looked at one another in awe.
“I like Arel,” he said, brushing a thick finger over his cheek.
Arel’s big eyes grew wet, and he started to croon.
Shock and worry bloomed on Saber’s face.
“Is he okay?”
“I think he’s hungry. I have some goat milk at home.”
Saber straightened, and you had to almost jog to keep up with him, the two of you hurrying home to start your life as a family.
#orc fluff#orc husband#x reader#orc x reader#elf#monster boyfriend#monster romance#monster x reader#sweet asks#monster fluff#fantasy fluff#fantasy romance#fantasy#x gn reder#orc x gn reader#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#fluff#elf fluff#orc fic#orc romance#my ocs <3#monster lover#my ocs#my oc character#original character#sfw monster fluff#sfw romance#sfw fluff
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- Malleus/Feminine player -
On the night of you and Malleus exchanging words of your love for each other, he hands you a quaint little treasure. It turns into a long necklace of ivory when you wish for something to adorn your neck, or a glimmering pair of tiny diamonds to decorate your ears. Even beautifully entwined little metallic roses when you want something to go well with your summer dress. It can turn into any piece of jewelry you wish-- with the only commonality between them a perfectly cut gem the same shade as his chartreuse irises.
The only form it couldn't seem to take is a band to fit your finger.
So when the evening came when he finally held you tight, you feel him trace the grooves of your bracelet with all the love you've seen him show you tonight. He leans down and kisses the skin beneath the glimmer. He takes it off you and, with his lips still fluttering on your wrist, slides its metallic chill on your finger. You gasp. When you bring your hand closer to your eyes to study it, he places a lingering kiss on your knuckle before whispering,
"I love you. With all I am."
And he sinks into you, completely, fully. Finally.
The quaint little jewelry had turned into a ring of promise.
#posting this while drunk#it's 4am#twisted wonderland#ventique rambles#malleus draconia#malleus x reader
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[ID: 10 cartoony digital drawings of furry characters. 1. a close up headshot of an anthro gengar pokemon with cyan ear and lip piercings, and a black collar with red spikes. it has a wide toothy grin that looks somewhat menacing. the background is a purple gradient. 2. the same image with a transparent background. 3. a 3/4 fullbody of a mottled brown anthro terrier with long human-like hair that covers their eyes. they are wearing a white t-shirt with a smiley face on it and bell-bottom jeans. they are smiling and have one hand raised in a wave. around them are three outlines, in gold, orange, and burnt sienna, and behind them is a red square as a background. 4. the same image, but instead of a smiley face shirt, they are wearing a black rolling stones shirt. 5. a bust of a punk anthro donkey. they have pale fur with white on their snout and around their eyes, and a chartreuse and green mohawk for a mane. their irises are orange and their sclera are black. they have several piercings, and are wearing a black torn shirt, a spiked collar, and a chain necklace. they have one eyebrow raised and their mouth slightly open and frowning. 6. a halfbody of an anthro dog framed so the character appears to lean on the edge of the picture. they have blue-gray spotted fur with brown mane-like hair and green eyes. they have a white snout, neck and chest. they have small top surgery scars. they are smiling with partially lidded eyes, giving them a relaxed expression. 7. a halfbody of a wolf/hyena hybrid grinning and doing the "rock hand" gesture. she has gray fur with red spots on her cheek and darker arms, and a dark blaze on her snout. she has pale blue eyes, and a red and dark gray striped mane/mohawk. she is wearing a purple spiked collar and a dull pink shirt that says "rock on" on it. 8. a feral wolf mid-run. she has peach fur with white spots and a gold gradient on her tail. her eyes and nose are gold, and her chest fur and ear fur are a darker peach. 9. a headshot of a fox with red, blue, and black galaxy-patterned fur. she has a white neck and white blaze on her face. she has one blue and one red eye, and her eyelashes have highlights of the same colors. her head is tilted down so she is looking up through her eyelashes, smiling. 10. the same image but with the galaxy pattern only on one half her face; the other is flat black. /end ID]
first batch of AF drawings!!!
#chaos!!#chaos art!!#artfight#artfight 2023#furry#pokemon#art#digital art#digital drawing#furry art#furry artwork#anthro#anthro art#anthropomorphic#sfw furry#sfw anthro#sfw furry art#safe fur work#feral#feral art#feral furry#feral furry art#furrycore#anthro pokemon#pokemon oc#artfight attack#punk furry#punk art
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DCA Info Part 42: Once Upon A Story Outfits 🦄
Style: Classical
A beginner brand that uses the classical look on all of its clothing. The clothes are simple and have a casual design to them with an accessory referencing a certain Disney film. This brand is given to those who have yet to pick a brand but only first years have access to this, when they move to the second year, they have to pick a brand. This brand is Sophie, Ottilie and Ru's starting design.
Village Sweetheart (Sophie)
The dress: Based on the dress Sofia wore before she became royalty, The dress itself is violet in color with an argyle pattern. The top has a pale yellow collar with ruffle sleeves of the same color, a opal brooch with held by a lavender ribbon with daisies on the top and patchwork designs of daisies, with the bottom left having a lacy pink heart. The top also has pale yellow ruffle trimming. The skirt has a lavender ribbon sash with daisies on top, the patchwork design of daisies and a heart, and deep purple lace trim layered over pale yellow ruffle trim. The shoes are a pair of violet moccasins with deep purple trimming and ribbon.
Accessories: The accessories include a pale yellow hair bow with daisies, a pair of daisy bracelets and pale yellow socks with bands that resemble daisies.
Tiny Wanderer (Ottilie)
The dress: Inspired by the tale of Thumbelina, the green colored dress has a floral print throughout, with white swirl and heart markings. The top is an off-shoulder one with a pale pink stripe in the center. The light chartreuse colored upper pieces folded to resemble triangles with a single white stripe and in the center of the ones on the bodice is a peach colored bow. The top also has four peach colored straps, with two of them on each side forming Xs. The sleeves have two parts to them, the first being the green floral printed sleeves with swirls at the end and the second being gray sleeves that function like arm warmers. The skirt is three layered with peach lace trim and the third and final layer of the skirt is a solid chartreuse. The shoes are a pair of light chartreuse heeled sandals with peach colored straps and gray soles. The sandals also have yellow butterflies on them.
Accessories: The accessories include two yellow hair bows, a yellow neckerchief tied into a bow and a gray belt with gold buckle.
Rockin' Bamboo (Ru)
The outfit: Inspired by The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, a Japanese folktale. This outfit is designed to fit Ru's athletic personality. The outfit itself consists of navy colored vest worn over a white and red off shoulder top with green trim, with the left side having a red cuff and the right side (though not visible in the picture) having a white cuff. The skirt is red in color and has trimming in the shape of ivory triangles with green outline. The skirt also has printed details with a bamboo stock in front of what appears to be a sun. The look also features a pair of black capri leggings. The shoes are a pair of red flats with green soles and detailing.
Accessories: The accessories include a hair ornament that includes a red fan behind a cherry blossom flower attached to a gold bead with a red tassel. The look also contains a gold necklace with a moon charm. Additionally the outfit includes a pair of black gloves also well as a green belt with gold buckles.
🌳 Forest Friends Set (Inspired by Bambi)
Darling Doe (Sophie)
The dress: Inspired by the titular character, this dress is made up of three layers. The first layer being a turtleneck style dress is pale yellow and features puff sleeves with brown and red cuffs. The dress also has red trimming on it's skirt. Second layer includes a brown corset dress with two daisy buttons and red trim at the bodice and skirt. The skirt hems resemble rounded arches. The third layer features a tan colored skirt with daisies and red trim, as well as straps. The footwear consists of a pair of brown heeled sandals with red detailing on both the strap and yellow ankle strap.
Accessories: The dress comes with a brown headband with red detailing, as well as a pale yellow ruffle rosette layered beneath a daisy decoration with a brown and red ribbon connected to red gem brooch. On one of the dress straps, there is a ruffled pin with a smiling deer and daisies on it. This outfit also includes a pair of below elbow black gloves.
Perfume Kit (Ottilie)
The outfit: Inspired by Bambi's skunk friend Flower, this outfit consists of a pale pink shirt with the sleeves having white vertical lines and white lace trim. The center of the shirt has a design that features a skunk in the center of a purple heart with red outline as well as yellow flowers at the bottom of the heart. The bottom half of the outfit consists of a grayish mauve skirt with a white lace petticoat as well as flowy white horizontal lines with pink flower details. The outfit also includes a pair of black and white knee length leggings with lace trim. The footwear consists of a pair of brownish gray ankle boots with black and white fur and yellow flowers and green leaves.
Accessories: The outfit includes a black and white beret with pink ribbon trim, yellow flowers and green leaves, a scarf that resembles a skunk's tail with a yellow flower brooch, a pair of black lace gloves and a brown belt with silver buckles and an accessory that resembles a skunk's tail.
Lucky Coney (Ru)
The outfit: Inspired by Bambi's rabbit friend Thumper, this outfit consists of a light blue turtleneck crop top that includes chartreuse flow trim. The top also includes a picture of a rabbit in front of a comic style explosion with the word "POW" in orange letters and green clovers on each side. The bottom half of the outfit consists of gray jeans with yellowish-orange zigzag lines, accompanied by clovers and white rabbit paw prints. The footwear consists of a pair of blue ankle boots with black straps and silver chains and buckles, white fur trim, pale yellow soles, gold trimming and the tips resemble rabbit feet.
Accessories: The outfit includes a blue cap with the word "THMPR" (an abbreviation for Thumper's name) in orange lettering along with a pair of white rabbit feet with pink interiors and green clovers. This set also includes a teal glove with a black strap and silver buckle with an orange and yellow armband and maroon armband with spikes on the right and and arm warmer on the left side with the same armbands and strap, with the addition of a silver chain. The outfit also has a black belt with a silver buckle.
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Obey Me! Inspired Outfits: Satan
This outfit is... pretty much the same as my Diasomnia outfit from this post I did a while ago. I remember someone saying that that outfit reminded them of Satan, and that has stuck in my mind ever since! However, I made a few changes to make it more Satan-y ("Satanic"? idk). I included some images of some of his outfits below, from the wiki.
Included:
Chartreuse turtleneck
Black Cardigan
Grey trousers
Black belt
Celtic knot necklace
I simply had to wear the cardigan with one sleeve, since that's just such an iconic, unique choice Satan makes with his cardigan/jacket (just so you know, it feels weird to wear it like that). Also, I just realized that the image is flipped - I was wearing the sleeve on the correct side irl! And I don't really have many teal clothes, so even though he wears a lot of that colour, I didn't incorporate it into the look.
For shoes, I would have likely worn my black and white saddle shoes, or maybe beige oxfords.
@dove-da-birb
#obey me#obey me satan#krenenbaker's :)#krenenbaker's creations#obey me opinions#I'll probably post Asmo's look tonight then continue with the rest tomorrow
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Shopping Urban
by Jane Shore
Flip-flopped, noosed in puka beads, my daughter
breezes through the store from headband to toe ring,
shooing me away from the bongs,
lace thongs, and studded dog collars.
And I don't want to see her in that black muscle tee
with SLUT stamped in gold glitter
shrink-wrapped over her breasts,
or those brown and chartreuse retro-plaid
hip-huggers ripped at the crotch.
There's not a shopper here a day over twenty
except me and another mother
parked in chairs at the dressing room entrance
beyond which we are forbidden to go.
We're human clothes racks.
Our daughters have trained us
to tamp down the least flicker of enthusiasm
for the nice dress with room to grow into,
an item they regard with sullen, nauseated,
eyeball-rolling disdain.
Waiting in the line for a dressing room,
my daughter checks her cleavage.
Her bellybutton's a Cyclops eye
peeking at other girls' armloads of clothes.
What if she's missed something—
that faux leopard hoodie? those coffee-wash flares?
Sinking under her stash of blouses,
she's a Shiva of tangled sleeves.
And where did she dig up that new tie-dyed
tank top I threw away in '69,
and the purple wash 'n' wear psychedelic dress
I washed and wore
and lost on my Grand Tour of Europe,
and my retired hippie Peace necklace
now recycled, revived, re-hip?
I thought they were gone—
like the tutus and tiaras and wands
when she morphed from ballerina
to fairy princess to mermaid to tomboy,
refusing to wear dresses ever again.
Gone, those pastel party dresses,
the sleeves, puffed water wings buoying her up
as she swam into waters over her head.
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Today I watched an older video of “Tasting History with Max Miller” on YouTube, and was oddly amused by the idea of chartreuse jelly with peaches being the last thing many 1st class passengers ate on April the 14th, 1912.
That prompted me to research more about the Titanic. One thing led to another and I’m looking up photos of the wreck of the Titanic, as you do. I typed “Titanic today”, because I heard the wreck is literally vanishing.
And then…movie showtimes appear in my Google search. Multiple theaters, multiple showings.
Being a little confused, I looked deeper into this, and as it so happens:
We are now at the 25th anniversary of the film “Titanic”.
Why are we still captivated by the Titanic and it’s maiden voyage, which happened 110 years ago?
Why am I still thinking about the Titanic movie? That was apparently 25 years ago! But it feels like 84 some days.
Was I the perfect age at 11/12 for the 1997 movie to capture my imagination? I guess so. I was the perfect preteen age for the Titanic film, as well as The Spice Girls and later as a teenager, the Lord of the Rings. The stars aligned for me.
You think people are nuts about it now? People were Titanic-Crazy in 1997/98! The local library hosted a Titanic movie night (“A Night to Remember”, an old black and white film), and I also attended a Titanic themed tea party. I read the CD insert of the Titanic soundtrack while listening to Celine Dion’s “My Heart Will Go On”. My mom sewed a beautiful costume for my sister who dressed as Rose for Halloween, complete with the Heart of the Ocean “diamond” necklace.
Old tech alert: I remember when the 1st vhs ended and it was time to take the 2nd half of the movie out and pop it in the vcr.
“Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay,” - Captain John Smith. Then…black screen.
Technically it’s a disaster movie, but it had the love story and that did it for many people.
If I’m honest, the love story wasn’t my favorite but the sinking in almost real time was thrilling. I also loved and still love the costumes and the set decorations and the music.
I think seeing a young girl finding joy in life and deciding that she’s never going to be small and meek ever again, was my favorite thing.
Rose got to do everything she and Jack talked about (including, I imagine, throwing up on the Coney Island roller coaster). If she hadn’t met Jack, she’d be long dead inside, if not actually passed on. Her life force was in danger of being snuffed out at 17. She was literally suicidal. I think they could have had this storyline without the whirlwind romance but, at the end of the day that’s what sells.
I vividly remember my theater experience watching it. I was not allowed to watch 2 scenes:
1. When Jack draws Rose like one or his French girls. (So, I peeked through my fingers anyway. And seeing the gorgeous Kate Winslet posing nude on a couch awakened something in me…yeah I’m Bi. My friends swooned over Jack; I had complicated feelings about Rose, and didn’t understand them yet.).
2. And toward the end when we see frozen dead, wide eyed people being pulled from the dark water. I actually listened to my mom and didn’t look; many years later I looked and I’m still sorry.
I also remember looking around me during Jack’s death/“I’ll never let go!” scene, and seeing in every direction in the movie theater, crying women and girls. Tears streaming down faces, heaving sobs, ugly crying. Faces lit up by the blue light the screen was giving off; the scene was a blue dimly lit one.
I never cried at that scene. But I always cry or tear up at these scenes:
1. The father telling his children they’ll be separated only for a little while, as they cry for him from the lifeboat.
2. The scene when the 3rd class mother tucks her children into bed, telling them a bedtime story. The lifeboats were gone, and the ship was sinking fast, and she knew they would die.
I’m not sure how, as a parent, you don’t feel something during these scenes.
I’m not going to go to the theater to experience 4k Titanic. But it’s fun to revisit this movie.
#max miller#tasting history#youtube#titanic#1997#1998#captain john smith#25th anniversary#chartreuse#peaches#jello mold#james cameron#king of the world#4k#3d#rose and jack
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My Hero Academia OC - Kalica🧡🐈⬛🧶
♡. ToyHou.se | Instagram | AO3
Basic Info
Name: Kiko Suzuki-Aizawa
Nicknames/Aliases: Kalica, Suzuki-Sensei, Kitty-Kat
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Birthday: August 29th
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5’4” (164 cm)
Weight: 117 lbs. (54 kg)
Hair Color: Black on right side, white on left side, orange tips
Eye Color: Chartreuse
Skin Color: Porcelain
Looks: Fairly average but good-looking, small nose, almond-shaped eyes, black stripes on her face that resemble whiskers
Occupation: Pro-Hero, animal rights activist, part-time U.A. teacher
Relationships
Parent(s): Naoko Suzuki (father), Tsukasa Suzuki (mother)
Sibling(s): N/A
Relative(s): Shōta Aizawa (husband)
Friend(s): Oceana, Miss Joke, Mirako, Midnight
Romantic Interest(s): Shōta Aizawa
Other(s): Her enemies are the members of the League of Villains
Pet(s): Mocha, Miyuki, Oobi, Chibi, Omelet, Sakura, Nana, Haru (all cats)
Hero/Villain Details
Hero Name: Kalica the Feline Pro-Hero
Costume: Orange leotard with white fluff, black gloves with sharp claws and dark-orange cuffs, black tights, orange and white boots with soft pink padding, green goggles, utility belt with her cat symbol, bell necklace
Motivations: She wishes for protect the citizens of Japan and fight for animal rights
Quirk: Feline
Abilities: She holds the same characteristics of a cat. She is very flexible and is super quick on her feet. However, with enough power, she can transform herself into a large calico-like cat when attacking her enemies. As effective as this attack is, she rarely uses it unless absolutely necessary or she’ll lose control and go feral. She has night vision and can see very well in dark areas. Her sense of smell is very heightened, which can be both a good and bad thing depending on the situation.
Moves: Feral Feline- her ability to transform into a full cat and go on a rampage
Weaknesses: She can't stand strobe lights or very strong odors, loud sudden noises
Other Abilities: She can purr, she's very flexible and stealthy
Statistics
Power: 3.5/5
Speed: 4/5
Technique: 4.5/5
Intelligence: 3/5
Cooperativeness: 2.5/5
Extra
Likes: Kitties, Aizawa, the students of U.A., making pillow forts, a cozy night at home, seclusion, her fellow comrades, taiyaki, sitting up on high places, spa days, scratch boards, long naps, jumping up on high-places, manicures
Dislikes: Strobe lights, arrogant Pro-Heroes, villains, being seen as “cute” because of her Quirk, people touching her ears or tail, citrus flavored stuff, strong perfume, being coddled, water getting sprayed in her face, Endeavor
Habits: She gets distracted easily and loves to mess around with things despite handling important tasks (excluding hero work where she is very focused). She has a bad habit of scratching when she’s bored or nervous, and has messed up some of her furniture. She doesn’t work well with other Pro-Heroes and prefers to work alone, and she is a very difficult Pro-Hero to work under as she likes her personal space
Fears: Anything bad happening to her foster cats, the League of Villains harming the students, Aizawa getting hurt in battle, failing to protect citizens
Backstory
Kiko Suzuki is the Feline Pro-Hero and animal rights activist working in Musutafu, Japan and working part-time as a physical instructor at U.A. High School, ranking at 39 helping the aspiring young students of Class 1A in learning to train on how to use their quirks. She is also the wife of Shōta Aizawa, however when they work together they remain strictly professional, but in private they are a very loving and happy couple.
Kiko was a student to U.A. High the same year as Aizawa, and as a teenager she wasn’t the easiest to get along with and known to be a difficult student to work with due to her short temper and her tendency to be alone. As a student, Kalica was more meek and reserved, and as such she was often viewed as very cute and people would fluff her ears or tail sometimes without permission. She hated being seen as "cute" since that seemed to be the only thing people saw her as. As she got older, Kalica began setting stronger boundaries and making it clear she will not have her personal space invaded all because of her Quirk.
There was one incident in her second year where she had scratched a student who kept touching her ears and tail when she had told her to stop, and the student had deep scratches across her face, leading to her getting briefly suspended and making it difficult for her to find more hero work and internships. She was soon reinstated into the school where she would graduate with high grades, but she would still have trouble finding work until she formed her own internship. When she was able to find work, Kalica took part in working as a minor Pro-Hero and was eventually able to work her way up into her own agency and a cat café to help her staff relax after a lot of hard work.
Besides working as Pro-Hero, she is also a passionate animal rights activist and fights for equal rights for people with animal-like quirks much like herself. It took a lot of convincing, but she eventually agrees to take a job working part-time as a physical instructor at U.A. High School.
Kiko and Aizawa had a mutual dislike of each other when they were young students, and she will to this day that she had a crush on him. Over the years, they would briefly work together in hero duties, and off-duty they would begin to spend more time together until their relationship began to form. She still kept in touch with Aizawa and the both of them began to start dating, however they kept their relationship in private as to not affect their work or allow the media to harass them when they were trying to spend free time together once the opportunity presented itself. When she and Aizawa got married, they held a private ceremony with only the Pro-Heroes invited to the service.
Even when she stays out of the spotlight, Kiko takes pride in her work as a hero and is very dedicated to ensure that she keeps her society safe from very, and she does whatever she can in her power to ensure that she can help provide care for animal rights and maintain a better society for those with animal Quirks.
Trivia
-Her voice: Japanese- Rumi Ochiai (Rouge the Bat, Sonic the Hedgehog); English- Susan Egan (Lin, Spirited Away)
-She is a Virgo.
-Her favorite colors are orange and black.
-Her favorite holiday is Halloween.
-She was originally born in Kyoto before she transferred to Musutafu when she got accepted into U.A.
-After she and Aizawa got married, she made it clear that she didn't want to have children so she and Aizawa can have a safe and fulfilling career and had herself sterilized.
-Kalica's agency has a cat cafè to help her employees relax after a stressful day, and the cats residing are rescues where she holds adoptions. This requires extensive background checks to ensure the cat goes to a good home and won't be used for animal testing.
-Whilst she is known to be a difficult Pro-Hero to work with, she is known to have the best care for her interns and sidekicks
-A lot of her personality traits are based off of my own cat Agatha, mostly the fact that she is very reserved and likes to be in her own personal space
-Aizawa and Kalica had a private wedding ceremony where Oceana was the maid of honor and Present Mic was the best man.
-Whenever Miss Joke cracks her jokes that she and Aizawa should get married, Kalica follows up with it that she should be the maid of honor
-She has a bad habit of mindlessly scratching at furniture. This drives Aizawa insane and he has had to put double-sided tape on the furniture so his own wife doesn’t ruin the couch. He understands she does so when she’s nervous, but at the same time it is fairly expensive to replace.
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OC Profile Credit: RosenThorns
#wiispywitch oc#my hero academia oc#mha oc#oc#original character#anime art#anime oc#procreate art#fanon#fanfiction writing#creative writing#oc x canon#aizawa x oc#shota Aizawa x oc#hero oc#pro hero oc#cat oc
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Carpet sharks are sharks classified in the order Orectolobiformes /ɒrɛkˈtɒləbɪfɔːrmiːz/. Sometimes the common name "carpet shark" (named so because many species resemble ornately patterned carpets) is used interchangeably with "wobbegong", which is the common name of sharks in the family Orectolobidae. Carpet sharks have five gill slits, two spineless dorsal fins, and a small mouth that does not extend past the eyes. Many species have barbels.
The carpet sharks are a diverse group of sharks with differing sizes, appearances, diets, and habits. They first appeared in the fossil record in the Early Jurassic; the oldest known orectolobiform genera are Folipistrix (known from Toarcian to Aalenian of Belgium and Germany), Palaeobrachaelurus (Aalenian to Barremian) and Annea (Toarcian to Bajocian of Europe).[1] All species have two dorsal fins and a relatively short, transverse mouth that does not extend behind the eyes. Besides the nostrils are barbels, tactile sensory organs, and grooves known as nasoral grooves connect the nostrils to the mouth. Five short gill slits are just in front of the origin of the pectoral fin and the fifth slit tends to overlap the fourth one.[2] A spiracle occurs beneath each eye which is used in respiration. The only exception to this rule is the whale shark, the spiracles of which are situated just behind the eyes.[3] Carpet sharks derive their common name from the fact that many species have a mottled appearance with intricate patterns reminiscent of carpet designs. The patterning provides camouflage when the fish is lying on the seabed.[4] The largest carpet shark is the whale shark (Rhincodon typus) which can grow to a length of 14 m (46 ft). It is the largest species of fish, but despite its size, is not dangerous, as it is a filter feeder, drawing in water through its wide mouth and sifting out the plankton. The smallest carpet shark, at up to about 30 cm (12 in) long, is the barbelthroat carpet shark, (Cirrhoscyllium expolitum).[3] Some of the most spectacularly coloured members of the order are the necklace carpet shark (Parascyllium variolatum), the zebra shark (Stegostoma fasciatum), and the ornate wobbegong (Orectolobus ornatus). Nurse sharks and whale sharks have a fringe of barbels on their snouts, and barbelthroat carpet sharks (Cirrhoscyllium expolitum) have barbels dangling from their throat regions
@remen-nyoodless @chartreuse-blood
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The Dark Knight Fanfic (Joker x OC) Part 3
FLASH FORWARD TO PRESENT TIME.
Lottie Wayne finished packing up her bags and suitcases, dragging them out of her dorm and down the hall past all the doors. She found and used the nearest elevator, not wanting to go down the stairs with the heavy load she was carrying. Finally, she made it to the ground level of the dorm building of Gotham University. Sighing and looking around she spotted her parent's dark blue lamborghini. She wasn't looking forward to seeing her mother and father again. It had been a while, and she found her jaw tensing at the very sight of their car. She remembered countless rides as a young girl to the psychiatrists office, her mother insisting there was something wrong with Lottie. Lottie shook her head, a strand of her silky auburn hair falling in her face. Forcing a smile, she stepped out the glass doors, waving at the expensive car parked in front of the building.
Her mom got out of the car, decked in Chanel necklaces and wearing an absurdly bright shade of chartreuse. She greeted Lottie with a tight hug, and then began bombarding her with questions. "Have you been taking your medications daily? Why aren't you wearing a sweater over that shirt? Its too revealing! Are you still hanging out with that lowlife Mara? I bet she influenced you to wear this shameful attire-"
"-Mom, stop it, please!" Lottie interjected, exasperated. "First of all, its Maya, not Mara, and she is in no way a lowlife. Yes, I have been taking the antipsychotics, anti-depressants, and everything else Dr. Ridnor prescribed me. And no, this outfit was my own decision."
Mrs. Wayne frowned. "Well, get in the car. We should get going." She turned on her heel and slid back in the car seat, motioning for Lottie to come inside as well.
Lottie took a deep breath, then followed. The car ride was fairly short to the building where the Wayne family resided, and Lottie was grateful, as she already felt nauseous from the smell of her mother's perfume, and was holding her breath as long as she could until they reached their destination.
"We're here!" Lottie's dad said from the driver's seat. Lottie opened the door and tumbled out onto the sidewalk, wheezing and trying to inhale the fresh night air. They walked to the building where the doorman greeted them warmly, and they took the elevator up to the penthouse.
The elevator dinged, and opened its brassy doors smoothly. Lottie rolled her suitcase into the spacious penthouse, kicking off her heels and flopping on the couch by the floor to ceiling glass windows that looked out at the posh parts of Gotham and their glittering lights at night.
Lottie's mother took a seat next to her on the leather couch, ordering the maid to get her a very specific cocktail. Turning to Lottie, she started running her fingers though Lottie's long hair, smoothing it and sweeping it to the other side of Lottie's shoulder. Mr. Kent Wayne lit a cigar and stood, pacing the room and smoking it.
Suddenly, Mrs. Wayne let out a gasp of disapproval. "Lottie! What is this, on your neck?!" she said, stopping running her fingers through her daughter's hair to point to what were obviously hickeys on the side of Lottie's neck.
Lottie scooted away, flashing her mother a look of pure annoyance. "What?"
"Well, I'll be damned. You swore to me, you swore... you wouldn't do anything foolish at University. Now you come home in a slutty top with hickeys on your neck! Kent! Come see for yourself! Our daughter has been fooling around, no doubt with one of her classmates!"
Kent Wayne glanced over at Lottie with disappointment, shaking his head. "Lottie, dear. I thought we told you that this year you need to focus on your studies!"
Lottie rolled her eyes, flipping open her phone, disinterested in the conversation. "Its not like I killed someone. Honestly..." she muttered.
Lottie's mom snatched the phone from her daughter and snapped it closed. "That's it! You're grounded!"
"-What?!" Lottie said, perplexed. She tried desperately to pry it out of her mom's hands, but to no avail.
"Yes, that seems suitable. You're grounded, Lottie." Her father agreed in a firm tone. "And no phone privileges for the rest of the week."
Lottie bolted up from the couch in defiance. "But- its going to be my birthday at midnight!"
"That's nice, Lottie Elizabeth Wayne. GO TO YOUR ROOM, before I take away television privileges too!" Her parents said in unison.
Lottie stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. She flopped on her bed, sulking and hugging her pillow to her chest. Something poked her cheek when she laid it on the mattress. She rolled over and sat up, looking down at where she had been laying her head. There was a single "Joker" card, with a few words scribbled on it in red ink. Lottie read it out loud. "Turn on the tv at midnight." Lottie checked her watch. 'That's ten minutes from now...' She thought, feeling her heart-rate speed up with excitement and anticipation. She grabbed the remote and turned on the tv. It was on one of Gotham's main news stations, and a female reporter in a pinstriped grey suit was discussing the effects of the District Attorney (Harvey Dent) on the safety in Gotham and the justice of the court system. Lottie sighed, waiting patiently. 'Surely this isn't what he wants me to see...' she checked her watch again after a while. One minute until midnight. All of a sudden, the screen flashed with the words "breaking news" in red and blue. It cut to a video of a skyscraper catching on fire. A different reporter started speaking "Breaking News! The main building of Lau Industries has caught fire in what we can only assume is a freak accident! But wait! Look! It appears that this may not be an accident at all!" The camera zoomed in to show the fire forming into a name. "L-O-T-T-I-E", the reporter spelled out, reading the burning name on the side of the building.
Lottie's jaw dropped, her dark eyes staring at the screen intently for another good minute or two before bursting into laughter. She couldn't stop smiling. She hadn't even told the Joker it was going to be her birthday! He must've figured it out on his own. She continued laughing, gripping her sides. It took her a while, but she recalled him saying something to her.
"Everything burns for you, doll-face." He had said. It had seemed random to her then, but she had shrugged it off as just a random comment from the Joker. Now, now it actually made sense.
"Gotham burns for me..." Lottie whispered, blushing a deep pink color. "And that's just after a week of me seeing him..."
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Galaxy Soldiers
I got into a rut thinking about the bad guys from Movie 9, but there really isn’t much information about them at all. So I decided to organize my thoughts in this post.
I guess we’ll start with their names. From left to right, we have Bido (beard), Bujin (turban), Bojack (not the horse), Zangya (lady), and Gokua (sword).
The above image comes from one of the promotional trailers for Dragon Ball Heroes, and I think that may represent the first time all five Galaxy Soldiers have ever appeared together in the same shot. They all debuted together in Dragon Ball Z Movie 9, but Trunks killed Gokua pretty early in the film, so when the rest of them assemble near the end, they’re down a man. The Galaxy Soldiers show up again in Movie 12, but only briefly, and they’re never all in the same shot, and I’m not even sure all five of them are in it.
The Galaxy Soldiers are all aliens from a world called Hera. This was stated in one of the video games, Super Butoden 2, so I’m not sure if that was intended to be official or if it was just the game developers making up a name because there was so little information to be had. In any event, this was apparently confirmed in Xenoverse 2, so at least there’s a second, more recent game that agrees with the name. Seems to me that if a better name was going to be established, they would have settled on it by now. So they’re Herans.
The Galaxy Soldiers used a transformation in Movie 9, which would turn their skin from teal to chartreuse, and their orange hair to red. In the movie, Gokua clearly uses this against Trunks, but it isn’t enough to defeat him. Then Bojack uses the same transformation against Gohan at the end of the movie.
It could be argued that Zangya used it too, but only during her fight against Krillin in that underground volcano place. Her skin looks chartreuse, but her hair looks orange, so it’s sort of like she’s only halfway transformed. The colors of the characters are altered in that scene because of all the lava glowing on them, but it seems inconsistent any way you slice it. Still, you’d think that if she needed to use her transformed state to take out Krillin, she would have used it again later when fighting the rest of the Z-Fighters are the end of the movie.
Apparently, when Toriyama drew the concept art for these characters he used the red/chartreuse color schemes for them. This was evidently altered for the final design, but it ended up becoming the color scheme for the transformed state. Maybe that had been the intention from the start?
Most likely, Zangya’s appearance during her fight with Krillin was a mistake. Gokua clearly transformed while fighting Trunks, but there’s a brief shot of him with teal skin during the fight, and then the next shot of him has him back in the transformed state.
One thing that always got my attention was how Gokua’s jewlery would glow as he began to transform. He wears a pair of earrings with pyramid-shaped ornaments, and he’s got a necklace with the same ornament, and they all glow. When he transforms, the necklace vanishes along with his jacket. The same thing happens to Bojack’s clothes, although we don’t see his jewelry glow beforehand.
So maybe the ornaments they wear have something to do with their transformation? Maybe that proves Zangya wasn’t transformed when she beat Krillin, because she was still wearing her necklace later. It might also explain why she, Bido, and Bujin didn’t transform at the end of the movie. They may not have had that ability, but it’s also possible that it’s a one-time thing. Once they destroy their necklaces, they can’t do it again?
In any case, I think the necklaces have some significance to the Herans. Each Galaxy Soldier wears one, but notice that Bido’s necklace has two ornaments on it. Meanwhile Bojack has five ornaments on three different necklaces.
At first glance, I would suppose this is some indication of their heirarchy. Bojack is the leader, so naturally he has more of these things than the rest. So does that make Bido the second-in-command? You’d think Gokua would be, since he was the only other one who could transform, but then again, Bido lasted a lot longer in the final battle, so maybe he just didn’t need to transform?
Also, it’s tough to assign these ornaments with any special significance when they seemingly vaporize whenever the characters transform. King Kai said that he and the other Kais fought with the Galaxy Soldiers before sealing them inside a star. Wouldn’t all five of them have transformed for that battle? If so, then does that mean they had to run out and get new clothes before showing up on Earth?
Maybe it works like this: The necklaces are a sign of how long you’ve managed to go without needing to transform during a battle. Bojack has so many of them because he’s the strongest one, and every time he wins a fight without transforming, he gets a new one. But Gokua is weaker, so he has to use it more often, and that’s why he only has the one ornament. And that would explain why Bido, Bujin, and Zangya don’t transform during the fight at the end. They want to get as far as they can without it, and pick up some glory. Also, they’ve got a transformed Bojack with them, so they probably don’t think they have anything to worry about. As for Bojack... well, he may figure he has nothing to prove. He transformed after he beat up Vegeta, almost like he was reveling in the moment rather than using his full power for some tactical purpose.
Or maybe there used to be ten Galaxy Soldiers, and half of them were killed, one way or another, and the remaining five took their earrings, made necklaces out of them, and divvied them up between them. Maybe they represent the key to unlocking hidden strength, although it’s kind of inconvenient if transformation makes you lose the necklaces. The earrings seem to stay on okay, so maybe they should look into belly button piercing instead.
I don’t know, I don’t feel like I’m any closer to understanding these guys than I was before. Bujin seems to be the one who specializes in that energy-wire technique, but Zangya and Bido help him with it, so does that mean all three of them can do it solo? It’s just really confusing. They suck.
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The Underworld ｡
꒰ Chapter 1 ⩨ ͢ The Story of a Son I. ꒱
❛ ݁ ˖ genre : paranormal
❛ ݁ ˖ setting : bar ╱ pub
❛ ݁ ˖ synopsis : a group of not so normal co-workers share drinks and stories
❛ ݁ ˖ warning : dead dove do not eat. rated 18+ for possible violence , horror , and sexual themes
❛ ݁ ˖ note : the characters will be slowly revealed one by one
“Smirnov. Choice.”
The woman with the wild brown hair shook a bottle of the auspicious drink toward the red head.
Her under eyes were dark but the irises that it framed were a beautiful but eerie amber color.
The red haired lass gave her a look before accepting the bottle then pouring a glass for herself. She groaned after downing. “That’s got a cold after taste.”
“Like the winters of Russia,” said the girl.
“Oh? Have you been there?” the red head inched closer, scrutinizing the brunette.
“No. Have you?”
“Argh!” an angry voice entered the conversation, along with the sound of a fist slamming a table. The culprit was a good looking man with golden blond hair. A small braid peeked out on the side of his neck, from where his hair line ended. “What’s this? Alcoholics United?” cracked he, as his bright bottle green eyes twinkled.
Gathered along with them, around a circular table, were three other guests which indeed made them look like an alcoholic’s support group.
There was an exotic looking man with dark hair, sun-kissed skin, and molten gold eyes. He was dressed in a simple cotton shirt that showed off the glistening skin on his chest. Playfully dangling along with his movements were long golden earrings.
Beside him was a girl with wavy chestnut hair and eyes of chartreuse. She was in a black and white collared dress while on her neck was a rugged silver and iron cross necklace.
On the other side was a woman with long raven black hair in a high ponytail with bangs that framed dark eyes. She was in a black suit with a white lotus flower on her breast pocket.
“Either everyone keeps throwing looks at each other or I could start,” he continued. There was a wild aura around him, like the kind that people who stayed outdoors frequently have.
“Uhh knock yourself out, I guess,” the brunette answered, shrugging her shoulders.
The blond inched closer toward the table, putting on a menacing look. “Ever heard of dark witches?”
The group did a fake gasp.
“Witches?”
“Oh my god, however did it slip through our knowledge?”
“Okay, shut up. You gits are making me sound stupid,” the blond man frowned then crossed his arms.
“We already know you’re a witch hunter,” the tanned man yawned. “You’re not very incognito, dude.”
“I like it that way,” grinned the witch hunter. “But dark witches, come on. I’m pretty sure you haven’t seen those ugly hags up close.”
“Are you gonna tell us about one of your hunts?” the wavy haired girl asked.
“I’ve always been curious about what kind of people turn out to be witches,” added the raven haired woman.
“Well shut up and let me do the talking,” complained the witch hunter. “Because this is unlike all those boring stories I told before.”
“Ma! I found you a four leaf clover!”
The small child came running toward his like faced mother. Covered in dirt, he presented the lucky find to the beautiful woman with the flaxen hair.
“Lucky you!” she ruffled his golden mane that was already getting too bushy and long.
The mother and her energetic son had been picking out weeds in the garden behind their humble home. There was already a basket full of it right in front of her.
“But look at you, Logan, dear! So unruly! After this, we are going to have a bath!”
“But I got this for you, ma!” the boy insisted. “So that the villagers won’t talk bad about you anymore.”
“Wherever did you get the idea that four leaf clovers would stop people from saying bad things?” laughed the mother.
Logan shrugged. “Didn’t you say these protect us from evil?”
“They do.” The mother took the boy into a gentle embrace. “But there’s an even more powerful way than gathering tens and twenties of lucky clovers.”
“Tell me!”
She smiled. “You do good deeds and say a little prayer every night.”
“Ah, like the one you do for me?”
“Yes.” The mother placed a hand on her chest, the boy mirroring her actions. Together, they recited, “The light of the moon and the light of the sun, with the goddess’ blessing, no harm shall be done.”
“Perfect!” she beamed.
“I can memorize stuff pretty well!”
“Now, let’s go get you a bath you filthy little ground crawler!”
Logan Vervain lived all his early years in his humble home that was located on the outskirts of town, just before where the forest started.
His father was a logger. He would often go to the forest with his father to find the best trees. His mother would also tag along, occasionally teaching him about the countless flora that grew there. Over time, he had the forest memorized like the back of his hand.
Growing up, he had very odd chores. One of those were raising chickens, only to kill them for their blood. He had asked why they didn’t raise them for the eggs but both his mother and father told him to never mind it.
When the other town boys would go and scare the girls that were playing by the stream, Logan would stay home, plow the garden, look after his mother’s flowers and herbs, and read the collection of old books she kept.
Sometimes, he’d get teased by Big Allen about how good he smelled because of his garden work. It was to his advantage though, because the girls liked it and the boys found that as a point of jealousy.
Smelling nice wasn’t the only thing he got going for him. When he reached thirteen, he had noticed that all the town girls would flaunt their dresses or their hair dos whenever he was around.
They would even drag him around with them when he wasn’t doing his chores.
Today, the girls successfully brought him to the stream that they frequented.
“Have you been growing this out intentionally?” asked Jane, the prettiest of the bunch. Perched on top of a huge rock near the body of water, she played with Logan’s hair. She showed him the abnormally long lock that jut out the side of his neck.
“Not really?” he answered.
“It’s cute,” added Betty, one of Jane’s close friends.
“But so distracting.”
“What if we braided it?” said Annabeth. She was a black haired, blue eyed southern belle that beamed whenever she smiled. She wasn’t as pretty as Jane but Logan found her smile beautiful.
“Oh yes!” agreed Jane. “Come on Logan, we’ll show you how to do it.”
Annabeth took down one of her own braids and handed him a small but sturdy hair tie. “Hold that. You’ll look even more handsome.”
“Ahh no, it’ll only make me look girly,” frowned Logan.
“Wrong,” Annabeth persisted. “It’ll give you personality. A small braid won’t make you less of a man. Besides, the Jedi sport it all the time.”
He sighed. “Fine, whatever goes.”
“There!” Jane was done when she motioned for Logan to give him the hair tie. She quickly fastened the braid then stepped away to study how it looked. “Perfect!”
The girls cheered.
“See?” Betty handed Logan her compact mirror.
He looked at the small braid and smiled. “Yeah, it does add to the personality.”
“That looks nice on you,” Logan’s mother said as she caught sight of his new hair do.
He paused, smiling. “You think so? The girls did it for me.”
She nodded. “Yes but it lacks something.” His mother stood and went to her study, quickly rummaging through her stuff. When she finished, she signaled for him to come closer. Reaching for the braid, she fumbled with it.
“I was about to give it to you anyway,” she said.
Logan took the braid and looked at what his mother had put on it. At the end of it where the hair tie was was some sort of twine that had a wooden and a metal bead on it. Nestled between the beads was a silver ring.
“What’s this?”
“It’s like mine,” she answered, showing her a twine necklace that looked exactly like it. She had it hidden underneath her blouse. “You see Logan, your Mama isn’t a normal woman.”
“Are you sick or something?”
“No dear. Mama is a witch. That makes you a witch child.”
“Ahh but if I was, I would have been female….right?”
His mother chuckled. “I see you’ve been paying good attention to my books. Witches only give birth to daughters, many don’t even bother having children. You are a rare occurrence; the son of a witch. You carry an ancient bloodline. And son, I have so many things to teach you.”
“Hey, Vervain!”
Big Allen and the other boys saw Logan exiting the forest. He was carrying with him a sack of dead toads. It was no easy job but he finished it anyway.
As they came closer, Logan quickly hid the sack behind a blackberry bush.
“Where’ve you been?” Big Allen came up to him. Funny how Big Allen didn’t seem as big as Logan remembered. Had they always stood eye to eye? “We were fishing up stream. You missed it.”
“I was busy with helping my dad out. And chores. Lots of it.”
“What? You grounded or something?”
“Hey look at his hair!” laughed one of the boys. “He’s got a widdle braid!”
“So what?” he retorted.
“It’s so weird, man! Like why are you even putting accessories on it?”
“Hey!” It was Annabeth. “You savages don’t recognize fashion when you see it!” She quickly put herself between Logan and the boys.
“Fashion?” scoffed one of the boys.
“Yeah! It looks good on him. All the girls think so.”
“Ewwww what? That thing?”
“Yeah, we did it for him!”
“Uhh Annabeth…”
“You made the braid?” asked Big Allen. “With the other girls?”
“Yes!” she nodded proud.
“Well, I guess Logan likes it more with the girls especially when they’re braiding his hair.”
The entire male posse erupted into laughter.
With a sigh, Logan just took his sack from the bush and left.
“Hey!” Annabeth called after him. “You can’t just leave them to make fun of you like that!”
“I don’t really care. I’ve got important things to do.”
He made his way back into the forest, skillfully scaling up the overgrown tree roots and the huge rocks. There was no trail but he knew where he was supposed to go.
Annabeth was struggling with her breathing as she was catching up to him. “What kind of things?”
“Don’t follow me you idiot!”
Annabeth tripped over a big tree root that was covered in moss. Logan didn’t see her fall and just kept on walking.
“Hey!” she shouted after him.
He looked back at her, eyebrows meeting. From Annabeth’s angle, he looked very angelic. The light that hit his golden locks, made him look like there was a halo on his head. His bottle green orbs shone brighter than the greenery of the forest. A voice inside Annabeth’s head told her; he wasn’t like this when they were younger. Now, she felt like her breath was being taken away with just one look from him.
The southern belle was snapped back into reality by Logan’s annoyed sigh. He trudged back to where she was sitting and looked at her squarely.
She blushed as he drew close. Logan smelled so good. There was a faint smell of rosemary and lavender that came from him, but there was another scent that she couldn’t quite make out what it was. It was the sweetest one of all that made her heart race.
“Great. You got a scrape,” he said, lifting her skirt up just enough to reveal her bloody knee.
“Damn it Logan! We’re friends but you don’t just flip skirts like that!” Annabeth swiped his hand off.
“I didn’t, what the hell. Anyway, stay still. I think I’ve got something for it.”
“Huh?”
He took a vial from one of his pant pockets. Inside it was a gray colored cream.
“Medicine?”
Logan was mumbling something under his breath as he was pulling out the vial’s cork lid. For a second there, Annabeth thought his eyes flashed into a yellow. “Something like it.”
With a finger, he swiped a bit of the cream into Annabeth’s scrape.
“Ahh! It stings!” She raised her hand to swat him away, but he caught her wrist before she could hit him.
“Just wait ugh you’ll get it all over!”
The area that Logan had tended to stopped stinging. Then, with one final wipe, Annabeth’s scrape was gone. Clean off.
“How did you do that?” she gasped, inspecting her knee closely.
“It wasn’t me. It was the meds.”
“No way Logan. People don’t patch up that quick.”
There was an awkward silence.
“Go home, Annabeth,” he said it like an ultimatum.
“You can’t make me.”
“Hold up.”
The girl with the raven hair was waving her hand at the blond while making an unsatisfied face. “This is a love story? No one here signed up for a love story!”
“Is it now?” with one eyebrow higher than the other, his face soured. The man downed one shot of the Smirnov then gawked at the audience. “You people have any more objections? Story too unrealistic? Too tame?”
“No, continue, it’s getting juicy,” the red head said, waving him off.
“People do crazy things when they’re in love. I feel like romance when used well, can make a story good,” added the brunette.
The blond threw the raven haired girl a face of cocky victory. “I will but since miss salty here doesn’t like the love story, I’ll go directly to the main part.”
“Ugh fine. If it’s necessary for character development then don’t leave it out, jeez. Go talk about how you and Annabeth had the starry eyes.”
“What do you mean me? This isn’t about me!”
“Come on it’s obvious. You’re pulling a Witch Hunter: Origins.”
“Oh my god that is a nice title,” the tanned man said, his eyes wide with childish wonder.
“Let him finish the story,” interrupted the wavy haired girl.
“Thank you. And just to emphasize. This isn’t about me.”
❪ * to be continued .... ❫
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questions for youuu~~ forest, chartreuse, sea, forest <33
Hehe thank you so much for sending them in^^
Forest : Thoughts on jealousy in friendships
Okay this is something deep in my life, because as an introvert I'm considerably a jealous person in friendships buttt I have reasons, so if there's a person I get very bad vibes from and is trying to take my friend away, I get really jealous and possessive. I actually don't mind if my friend is hanging out with someone I trust and get good vibes with, so am I a jealous person or a toxic person? Idk lmao-
Chartreuse : What's your most prized or "favoured" Possession?
I have to say, its my Wooyoung photobook, which is filled with his photocards and a lot of Wooyoung posters and stickers🤭
Honourable mention : My azurite Necklace, I'm a big crystal crazy person and I love and adore every crystal ornament I own (I'm damn crazy about them lmao😭)
Sea : thoughts on jealous partners?
okay.... OKAY- don't blame me, but my bf is a very jealous partner, and although I don't mind it sometimes, it does get annoying at extreme times. But I've come to terms with it because that's just how relationships work, and try not to be too close to other males.
Thank you again for sending this in, Ily💕
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