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djadins · 1 month

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+ pairing | ser harwin strong x f!princess!reader

+ a/n | not me posting this as if i didn’t up and disappear for a year o o p s

It was getting late enough that the sun’s light no longer adequately lit the book you had been staring at. Rubbing at your eyes, you yawned and stretched out your arms. You had been out here since after morning’s end at least. Supper would have to consist of whatever you could convince the chefs in the kitchens to cook for you.

The roots at the back of the heart tree, or rather, where you joked the ass should be carved (to the Septa’s annoyance and your later punishment), had a nice dip in them that served as a hammock for your body. Add in the many pillows and blankets that had a permanent residence under the tree, and you had yourself a nice little hiding spot that you had frequented for as long as you could remember. Unless one walked all along the side of the heart tree, it was likely a passerby wouldn’t notice you.

“Ser Harwin was looking for you.”

A yelp escaped your lips, much to your sister’s delight. Her airy laugh floated amongst the trees in the Godswood.

“Seven hells Rhaenyra!”

She giggled again, sitting down next to you. You playfully pushed her arm. She feigned offense, then wrapped her arms around you and placed a delicate kiss to the top of your head.

“Ser Harrold told me he was the one who took you hunting in the Kingswood for Aegon’s nameday.” She looked at you expectantly. You shrugged in response.

“That was over a fortnight ago! You weren’t going to mention it to me,” she paused, pressing her flattened palm against her heart, “big sister, best friend, closest companion?!”

“Well you didn’t exactly talk about your night in the Kingswood with Ser Criston, bloodied and disheveled. I thought we were going to drink and leave Aegon’s nameday behind us.”

Rhaenyra gave you a knowing look. “This,” she waved her hands in a circle, “is different. You’re already blushing at the mere thought of him.”

You rolled your eyes at her. “The dramatics are over the top tonight, Rhaeny.”

“Dramatics or not,” she turned her body to face you, grabbing your forearm, “you two would make a fine match someday.”

“Match?! Rhaenyra, he’s Lord Lyonel’s oldest boy. Don’t you think a marriage proposal would be for you?”

Rhaenyra smirked. “See, that’s another thing Ser Harrold told me. When father was discussing my future matches,” she paused at the word to stick out her tongue and fake sick, “with Lord Lyonel, he joked that the Lord would advise I wed his son, Ser Harwin.”

“…And?”

“And,” she leaned in closer to you, “He disagreed. Instead, he counseled Father that he believed I should wed another.”

“Who?”

Rhaenyra slapped your arm. “It doesn’t matter who sister, point is, Lord Strong is not putting his son up for my hand. Furthermore,” she continued, while you rubbed your stinging arm, “Ser Harwin is not interested in me. As soon as we ran into each other, the first thing out of his mouth was to ask if I’d seen you.”

You rolled your eyes. “That doesn’t mean anything, Rhaenyra.”

“Is that right? Well, answer me this — whose dagger has been occupying space in your chambers? Because I know you did not convince the smiths to craft you one with the sigil of House Strong in the hilt.”

“You went in my room without me!” you pushed her.

“Sister,” she grabbed both of your shoulders, “you keep missing the point.”

“Which is?”

She lowered her voice. “That not only would the two of you make a handsome match, one that father would actually consider and if need be, we could sway him toward, but, that you could also be happy. You could wed for love. You could,” her voice cracked and she cleared it, “you could have what mother and father had.”

Tears welled at both yours and Rhaenyra’s eyes at the mention of mother. She pulled you in and hugged you tightly. “I just want you to be happy,” she whispered.

You squeezed her back and inhaled her familiar scent. “I love you, sister.”

“And I, you.” She pulled back and smoothed out your hair. “Now head to the library. With any luck, you might still find him there searching for you.”

You grabbed your book and hopped up to your feet. You began a brisk pace towards the library, the halls of the Red Keep surprisingly empty during the walk there.

You rounded the corner into the library and saw a familiar, tall, dark knight pacing the shelves in the back, looking at the various volumes on hand.

“Can I help you find what you’re looking for, Ser?”

Harwin turned on his heel, clearly a little startled by the sound of your voice. He took in your appearance as you returned the book you had been reading back to the proper shelf. The corners of your mouth were upturned into a smile.

“Princess,” he greeted.

You picked up a different book and offered it to him. Flora of the Seven Kingdoms by Maester Tollett.

“Hmm… I think I would rather have lessons from the expert than read about flowers from a Maester who’s been dead half a century.” His smile was large, his eyes bright as he looked down at you. You put the book back down on the shelf and began walking around the library, running a stray finger along the spines of the books.

“Expert, hmm?” you questioned. “I’m surprised a man of the City Watch has time for something as silly as flowers.”

Harwin walked over to you, the soft patter of his boots with every step emphasizing just how slowly he was moving. He lifted a hand to your cheek. “I make time for the things that are important to me, princess.”

You smiled up at him as he gently brushed his thumb against your cheek. “What brings you to the library?”

“Well,” he dropped his hand from your face, bringing it instead to his and rubbing the length of his stubble. “I had dinner with father and Larys. Father said I should learn what it means to be Master of Laws if that is the path I want to follow someday.”

“What about the City Watch?” you tilted your head slightly.

“Mmm, I intended to climb up the ranks, princess. However, it seems father wants me to have all my options open. Says I could make for a fine politician like him.” He shrugged his shoulders as if to indicate he didn’t believe that. “I asked for a transfer to the barracks here at the Red Keep to be closer.”

“You’ll get to patrol inside the Keep?”

He nodded. “Both inside and out now, yes.” He took a deep breath in.

“Oh Ser Harwin, that’s wonderful. You’ll get to see Lord Lyonel and Larys a lot more now.”

“Yes, princess,” he paused, reaching a hand out to brush some hair behind your ear. “My family, and others who are dear to me.”

Your cheeks grew hot. You eyes left Harwin’s and looked down at your feet. His feet stepped in closer to yours and you could feel his breath against the crown of your head. His hand gently wrapped around to the back of your head…

He jumped back like he had been burned at the sound of feet behind you. Maester Runciter had entered the library, oblivious to the princess and knight who currently occupied it. He began scattering various papers around his workspace and talking to himself.

You cleared your throat and peered up at Ser Harwin through your lashes. “Would you accompany me on a walk through the Keep? Or are you on duty tonight?”

He offered his arm out and you took it. “I am free tonight, princess.”

You waved to Maester Runciter on your way out of the library but you were pretty certain he did not hear or see either of you during his time in there. You giggled at this and Ser Harwin could be heard chuckling under his breath.

“You know, I have a book on the small council in my chambers. You’re welcome to it, Ser Harwin. Admittedly, I have been using it to press flowers.”

His laugh was more audible this time around. “Thank you princess. I will be sure to find you a heavy replacement.”

The two of you walked what felt like the length of the entire castle, talking and laughing. The evening air brought with it a cold front that had the hairs on your arm standing up tall. A shiver ran through you as the wind ripped your silver hair behind your shoulder. You let go of Ser Harwin for the first time to rub your own arms.

“Princess,” he stopped you. You turned around to face him. His gold cloak had been pulled from his own shoulders and he was holding it out to you like a blanket. You nodded and turned, letting him wrap his cloak around you.

“We should get you inside,” he murmured in your ear. You shivered again, admittedly not from the cold this time. Not wanting the night to end but knowing he was right, you reluctantly agreed. You nuzzled into the gold fabric, breathing in the woody smell of Ser Harwin as you followed alongside him.

Ser Criston had a strange look upon his face as the two of you rounded the corner towards your chambers. He nodded wordlessly to you before eyeing down Harwin. Harwin, who had also taken notice of the way your Kingsguard had been watching him, placed a firm hand at your back, rubbing up and down tenderly.

You twirled around, having reached the double doors to your chamber. “Thank you for accompanying me tonight,” you smiled up at him. Harwin simply bowed and you took this chance to stand on your tiptoes and place a soft kiss upon his cheek. When you both pulled back, Harwin’s eyes found the floor, his face flushed. Ser Cole cleared his throat.

He looked at you after a moment, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Good night, sweet flower.”

You curtsied before opening the doors behind your back and pushing yourself in. When they were closed and at your back, you brought your fingers to your lips where they still tingled from the scratchiness of Harwin’s beard. It took your full willpower not to run back outside after him.

It was then that you realized you still had his gold cloak. You fingered it lightly for a few moments before throwing it atop your bed. When you were ready to tuck yourself in, you brought the cloak underneath the covers and wrapped yourself in it.

#ser harwin x princess!reader #ser harwin x you #ser harwin strong x reader #ser harwin #ser harwin x reader #ser harwin strong x you #ser harwin strong #harwin strong x reader #harwin strong imagine #harwin strong #*mywork

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chaoticspeedrun · 1 year

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Hello!!! Can I just say I love how you write, you’re incredible!! I do have a request, feel free to say no if you don’t want to!! I’ve heard a lot of people mentioning the turtles churring,, how do you think they would react if their neurodivergent s/o started stimming it back at them? I would imagine it’d sound more like purring than anything but how do you think they’d react?

Chirps and Churrs

THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON, I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed my fics so much! And thank you for the wait, I love the idea of the turtles churring and chirping, it’s absolutely adorable, and just?? Stimming back at them? Yes! I like making little sounds with my siblings around the house and then they’ll make the sound back and we’ll have a little back and forth so I thought that would be a nice thing to incorporate! So here you go, with these little blurbs for each turtle.

I may have gotten a tad bit carried away.

Pairing: All turtles x GN! reader (Separate)

Summary: Tooth-rotting fluff with the turtles churring in happiness around you and you surprising them with your own adorable reaction.

Type: Small drabbles for each turtle

Warning: None.

MASTERLIST

Raphael

Dating Raph was extremely sweet, he was always so conscious of his size, his spikes, and the loudness of his voice; he knew he could be intimidating and would always make sure the people around him were comfortable, especially you, he always treated you with care and started letting go the more comfortable he was around you, allowing himself to be a little bigger, a little louder in a way that you still felt so cared for, so protected.

You were arriving at the lair, greeting the guys quickly as you walked straight to Raph’s room hoping to see your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend and spend some time together, when you pulled the curtain to his room though you were met with his actual teddy bears instead of him.

Humming you still walked in, deciding to wait for the turtle there and shoot him a text to let him know. As you sent the test and pocketed your phone the pile of teddy bears took your attention, they were so adorable, and you needed cuddles, they could surely accompany you meanwhile.

Without hesitation you threw yourself onto the space they were at, immediately surrounded by a whole bunch of fluffy companions you hugged close to your chest.

Sighing happily, you rubbed your cheek against Dr. Huggenstein and held Captain Snuggles closer, Cheech sitting on top of you when suddenly, you heard a sound coming from the entrance of the room. Glancing up, you found your boyfriend looking down at you with the softest look and a gleam in his eye as he churred softly, admiring you embracing his plushies.

Your smile softened at the sight of him, feeling a little shy at the way he looked at you, but that look…to think he got that look because of something so silly that you did, it made a feeling bubble in your chest and you loosened your hold on Captain Snuggles to make grabby hands at him while the other pulled Dr. Huggenstein closer and closer in your needy tremble for contact, Raph looked at you with a disarming smile before joining you quickly, suddenly with a little ‘oof’ you were laying atop your boyfriend with a teddy in between you both and the others surrounding you as you squealed slightly in happiness, a little noise of content coming out of your throat while Raph’s churr became louder.

Leonardo

You’d gone to the lair for a sleepover, after setting up the projector room with soft surfaces to lay on, blankets, pillows, and much more, the middle of the room looked like a fortress and was filled with three turtles and April, who were currently fighting over Mario Kart.

Leo and you had been playing with them, but after Leo lost against everyone in 9th place, he just took your hand, pulling you over to the kitchen for snacks while he grumbled at Donnie who kept teasing him for his humiliation.

The both of you could still hear the voices of the others preparing for the next circuit from the kitchen, without letting go of your hand Leo made a small gesture towards the coffee maker and you nodded at him.

His hand swung softly with yours while he used the other one to reach up for two mugs, the grounded coffee, and filters. The mugs were color-coded like most of the boys’ things, his was the same blue as his bandana while yours was a more pastel tone, you smiled looking at the little drawing of a turtle on the middle of both mugs while Leo started preparing the machine, still not letting go of your hand even when he spilled some of the water.

You leaned on his side, your thumb rubbing his hand and he laid his head on top of yours sighing softly while the coffee started pouring slowly.

He pulled out his phone shortly after and started playing a soft song before laying it down on the table and reaching with that hand towards you, he started swaying you in place slowly and you beamed at him, his gaze stuck on your smile before returning a softer one, incidentally unable to stop the churr that started pouring out of him like the coffee in the machine.

Your eyes widened at this, and you chirped at him, or at least you made the most similar noise you could, your legs wiggling slightly in place without you noticing, but Leo noticed and he was surprised for a second before his smile grew eager and he chirped back at you.

You shared little chirps while closing the little distance between each other, his forehead laying on yours as he chirped and churred while you answered and your legs kept being all wiggly in your place, pushing you up and down while he followed the whole time, lost in your presence and unable to hear the voices from the other room or realize the coffee was done.

Donatello

Hanging out in Donnie’s lab was usually a quiet endeavour, ever since you found out Donnie had given you access to his lab, you gratefully took it as a chance to enjoy the company, while sometimes you would chatter, share ideas, talk about your day or something you were excited about usually it was just you and him, happy to be in each other’s presence while doing your own thing.

Today was no different, with Donnie working on an upgrade for his shell and you working on your own thing with your laptop at his right.

After a little while you stopped hearing clatter from Donnie’s side, you had gone into hyperfocus and hadn’t noticed until you went to reach for your already freezing mug. Assuming Donnie was just thinking about his project you continued working.

Donnie had been looking at you, a small smile began forming on his face unconsciously while observing your features and committing them to memory, the way your brows furrowed slightly while you thought, or your tongue would poke out from between your teeth, he noticed how you rubbed your fingers together or bit your lips, his mind wandering off to different fidget toys he could design especially for you when you felt his gaze on you.

You turned to look at him curiously, tilting your head adorably as you looked at him who was so lost on his thoughts and how cute you looked he started churring unconsciously.

Your eyes widened at hearing them since Donnie usually tried to cover up his churring when it happened, you got excited at hearing such an innocent demonstration of his happiness, of how comfortable he was with you, your started waving your hands quickly at your side, finally grabbing his attention back from deep in thought.

Donnie, realizing he’d been churring and staring blusged slightly, but before he could act like nothing happened your happy stimming took a choke hold of his attention, you were so happy, and you were expressing it so freely, he melted slightly at the realization, letting his churr out deeply while you couldn’t avoid giggling in excitement at his reciprocating.

You both stumbled closer to each other in the wheels of your chairs, smiling at each other without inhibitions, just happy to exist within reach of one another.

Michelangelo

Your boyfriend and you had been looking for the perfect place for his newest piece, wandering around the roofs and streets of New York until you found the best wall for him to work in.

Mikey took out his sketch, which he had refused to show you, saying the graffiti he was about to make was a surprise and you’d just have to wait. You were so curious though, so hoping to speed up the process and find out what it was he was painting you opened up the duffle bag with all the cans and offered him a gas mask, he chuckled at your excitement and reached in to pull out a second mask, you both put on the masks on each other giggling a little during the process before he decided to stop torturing you with the wait and start his piece.

With you in control of the music and giving out snacks every once in a while, Mikey’s creative juices seemed to just flow directly into the wall through the paint, he’d numbered a couple stencils and you passed them to him in their number order, trying to figure out what they could become together but failing to understand as they were mere parts of a bigger thing.

The painting flowed, and you started seeing a face, more colorful than any face could actually be but that was the stylish choice you loved in Mikey’s art, however you were beginning to piece together what was going on.

Mikey poured details in the eyes of his piece more than anywhere else, doing his damnedest to make sure they were the right shape and as deep as he always thought they were whenever he stared at them, like those eyes could read him entirely.

He glanced down for a moment to look at his muse and was surprised to see said muse looking back at him with so much love in those eyes, a love he would never be able to fully replicate in his art, it was almost overwhelming, Mikey grinned so wide his cheeks hurt and suddenly he was back at her side churring loudly as he reached up to pinch the cheeks of his beloved.

You squealed as he did and laughed, trying to pinch him back but he avoided you. You made a noise from the back of your throat, mure purr-like than churr but it startled him for a second as he felt the vibration from you.

He excitedly grabbed you and held you up, twirling you around in the air as you laughed.

He could never replicate the look in her eyes, so full of love or the feelings that emanated from him when it came to you, but he could try, gosh darn, he would try.

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt raph x reader #rottmnt mikey x reader #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise raph x reader #rise mikey x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt donatello x reader #rottmnt raphael x reader #rottmnt michelangelo x reader

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stnaf-vn · 1 year

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I’ve had a scenario playing in my head for a little while: What would Friend do if one day they came over and saw Keagan heading towards MC’s apartment door/already talking to MC? If he’s already talking to MC, I’m sure Friend would see the panicked expression on their face as they’re hiding behind the door, obviously looking for an excuse to cut the conversation short. 🤔

TW: VIOLENCE

Friend held the stuffed animal to his chest as he bounced along the pavement towards your apartment. This is the best plushie he’s ever made! It’s super durable, and he’s never made a sloth plush before. It was a test run of a pattern he created, and he was so excited to show you.

With a spring in each step, he climbed up the stairs towards your apartment, humming to himself happily.

What he didn’t expect, however, was what would be waiting for him at the entrance of your apartment.

You were talking with someone it seemed.

He giddiness grinded to a halt as he took a moment to process the situation.

The man seemed to be agitated, and was speaking in a harsh tone. Your eyes flittered around anxious, your mouth in a complacent smile.

He walks up behind you and places the sloth on your head.

“Hellooooo sweetheart!! I have brought thee a gift!”

The sloth’s legs dangled in your face, startling you as you looked back at your companion.

“F-Friend, hey! Why don’t we-“

You started to say, but you were immediately cut off by …

“Wow, still friends with this creep, huh?”

Friend raised his eyes from you to the person you were speaking to.

Brown hair, blue eyes, calling him a creep…

The it hit him.

“Oh, I remember you now! You look very different from how I remember you.”

Friend lays his arms in your shoulders, slightly pushing your back into his chest.

“Okay, good for you, I’m not here to talk to you. I’m surprised you haven’t been locked up yet.”

Keagan scowls at him, crossing his arms defiantly.

Friend hugged you a bit tighter to his chest.

“Haha, the keyword is yet! That can change depending on how this conversation goes.”

Friend smiled.

“You don’t intimidate me, idiot. I need to talk to—“

“Dearest!”

Friend excitedly says, cutting Keagan off. He placed a hand on your lower back as he led you inside your door.

“Why don’t you sit tight and watch a movie or something, hmm? I’ll be right in there!”

Friends threat to Keagan left you nervous about leaving the two alone together, but you also just do not have the energy to deal with Keagan right now.

“We were in the middle of a conversation!”

So, you allowed Friend to get you through your door, and you hear the sound of it closing behind you.

As the door shut, Friend glared at the man before him.

“What makes you think that, after all this time, they’d want anything to do with you?”

Friend stood stock still, his anger boiling inside of him. How dare this lowlife just come out of nowhere and think he could weasel his way back into your life? After what he did?

"I know you're blonde but I didn't think you were stupid too! I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to THEM, now get outta my way."

Keagan reached for your front door, his fingertips brushed the knob before Friend grabbed his arm roughly.

"Take one more step, and I'll snap your arm in half, then your other arm, your legs, and then drop you off in the middle of a desert somewhere."

Friend spat, his words dripping in anger.

Keagan looked at him warily before yanking his arm away.

"You do realize they are a grown adult, right? They can take care of themselves, and if they don't want to talk to me, they are able to say so."

Friend eyed him angrily, and Keagan slightly shifted. The floorboards creaked at the movement.

"They are mine."

The words echoed throughout the building, bouncing off the white plaster walls.

Keagan blinked in confusion, before it dawned on him.

"You think- ha!"

He couldn't stop the laughter from bubbling out.

Friend was not amused.

"They are mine and mine only, now get out."

Wiping a tear from his eye, Keagan shoved his hands into his pockets.

"First off, they are a PERSON, not a thing. You don't own people, you psycho. Second off, the fact that you think after all this time I have any sort of romantic feelings towards them is hilarious."

After a beat of silence, Keagan walked towards the stairs.

"I'll come back at a later time. Try not to kill them or traumatize them while I'm gone."

And with that, he left Friend in his spot, still soaking in his anger and hatred for him.

#🔪-stnaf scenarios #💾- see thru need a friend game #✨-friend #📝-lil' drabbles #💔-keagan the tsundere

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 3 months

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Hi! For the Valentine’s Day event, I’d like to request Black Mask x reader date night hcs. A romantic date with some spice.

His S/O was part of the Batfamily until she switched sides, and now she’s both his romantic partner and partner in crime. Maybe they go out somewhere he can show her off to other crime bosses and villains.

"Sworn Enemies to Sworn Lovers" Black Mask x F!S/O Date Night (Valentine's 2024 Event)

He'd be such a jerk about it. Not even mean, just cocky as hell. but hey, you're dating him. This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event!

TW: Suggestive, NSFW

It was the event for the rogues this year. A gala, held by the Penguin at the Ice Lounge. Valentines Day Event. The day before actual Valentine's for the sake of having the lounge open for civilian reservations Day of. Sort of a way for some rogues to hook up if they so pleased or just enjoy food and drink, if they didn't already have a partner. Penguin himself had a pretty thing hanging off his arm.

Roman had other plans, however. Most of the crowd there knew who you were. Granted, most of their experiences was you fighting alongside the Batman at one point or another. There had been rumors... Whispers, really, that you had switched sides from faithful costumed sidekick to slick criminal companion.

Your entrance alongside Black Mask, his hand along your hip, proved it all true. There were a few hushed laughs and murmurs. A member of the prestigious crime-fighting batfamily... Reduced to their level. How much did you know? Would you tell under torture or pressure? Other means? Roman's possessive grip and the gun on his hip gave everyone a curt and bold message: fuck off what's mine.

They'd all wonder- Was it the romance that tempted you? A falling out? Or a really hot fuck that twisted you about?

"You alright?" It was the first thing he said to you, a genuine tone to his graveled voice.

You took a drink from a nearby waiter and sipped with a smile, "Couldn't be better. I think some of them are slack-jawed."

He laughs, "They ain't seen anything yet." He couldn't help but give your ass a gentle pat as the two of you were approached by other rogues.

He'd whisper in your ear the whose who between conversations with other party goers. The ones you knew about but hadn't personally fought or only knew cursory information. Partly, it was an excuse to have his hot breath on your ear and a hand on the skin next to your neck. He'd kept his gloves off tonight, the warmth mingling on the surface. When he was feeling cute, he'd sneak several fingers under the shoulder strap of your dress.

A couple strong liquor drinks in and two hours of showing you off later he was leaning close to you against a wall, "Damn, I could take you in the bathroom and fuck you 'til you can't walk."

You teased, "Why don't you?"

"You wanna walk of shame out of here?" His body pressed against yours, "Fuck, you drive me crazy." He lost his balance for a moment, catching himself on the wall. Yet even in this hot and heavy moment, you put a hand to his mask and kissed his cheek.

"...You want to go home?" There it was. The kind person he'd met originally. The one who despite it all still believed in good endings, "I think they know I'm in the game now."

His head rested against your shoulder, "That's my good girl. You're good to me. I think I just... need some coffee. You still drive me crazy."

"Oh, I'll hold you to what you said... Later." Your nose scrunched as you laughed, pulling his body to yours in a hug. He murmured into your shoulder about how warm you were. You both stayed there for just a moment before you stepped off the wall to a waiter to get a coffee and sit down a moment.

All eyes were on you. Not only was this your grand entrance to the criminal world, it was yours as his partner. People needed to see your united front. That you held his hand and were willing to kill to protect you both. Under the table, his hand rested on yours... and could just feel the .38 special strapped to the garter against your thigh.

A bit of sobering up and this date night was going to get a little more private and a lot more intimate.

#black mask #black mask x f!reader #roman sionis #roman sionis x f!reader #foxy valentines event #foxwriting

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hanamisofficialspouse · 9 days

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needle, water, and ghost!

Ask game!

Needle - How would your F/O comfort you?

When I'm sad, I tend to become non-verbal. I usually isolate from everyone (tho most of times its not a very good idea T0T) and have some time to think for myself. However, Hanami is the only one allowed to join me.

Our energies are very compatible. We are both introverts, and silence is our best friend. There's no need for words. Just their hug, their touch is already enough for me, and I feel a lot better. I like to sit in their lap, being craddled in their hands, while their hand gently stroke my hair and the top of my head. It's enough to send me to absolute bliss. Maybe after a bit of comforting, if I feel like talking again, they will listen to my venting and give some advices to the best of their abillity, but it's usually just silent comforting.

Water - Beach time! What do you and your F/Os do?

HOW CONVENIENT HAHAHA (For those who haven't watched jjk, basically Hanami and their curse companions 'base' is a giant ass beach where they hang out 90% percent of the time when they aren't fighting in the anime XD)

I would usually nap 85% percent of the time. Like, literally. The sun is warm, the air smells nice, and salty, the waves sound soothing. Its legit the best moment to just snuggle with my baby and zonk off like there's no fucking tomorrow. If I'm awake and feeling rested, then we would probably rest under the sun parasol in the beach chairs, talking about random things, while I draw, and Hanami watches. Sometimes making flower crowns with the flowers Hanami grows out. Or maybe take a stroll across the shore. Maybe play with sand, too. Probably make sand castles, collect sea shells, and explore the nature for some interesting little things. Sometimes I would even go swimming, and Hanami would just watch from afar, though that is a rarity. Either way, I really love spending time with them on the beach. 🥰

Ghost - Halloween!! How do y’all celebrate?

*Vietnam flashbacks but make it Shibuya Arc*

Anyways-

Let's just ignore it yeah😀

Hanami has no idea what Halloween is, and after a bit of explanation, they still would exactly get it lol XD

Tho, we wouldn't go outside and trick or treat. Hanami and I both don't like humans so thats a no. But we WOULD dress up, maybe (after a bit of pleading from my side HA), probably some matching outfits (and to be as silly as possible), and MAAAYBBE go prank some humans. Maybe. Other than that, we would just stay inside Dagons Domain (the beach) and hang out and celebrate with the curses! Scary stories, bonfire, s'mores and marshmallows yum yum yum-

(thanks for the ask <3)

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ladymochawrites · 2 years

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hiii! can i request soft dark choco cookie hcs between the reader and him? thank you! <3

SOFT DARK CHOCO COOKIE HEADCANONS

who: dark choco cookie and fem/male reader

tw: mentions of physical and mental pain included. other than that, the rest is soft!! I promise 0:

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- he’s definitely sensitive by heart but enjoys taking in those small compliments. he likes the attention that you give to him as it keeps him company. when he’s alone, he sometimes might prepare himself to warm up to you by asking those simple little questions or think of things to compliment you back. anything that offends him or angers him most, like his past, his mistakes, etc. — it is something you should not insult him for. He takes these types of conversations to extreme measures and for sure put up a huge confrontation right in front of you. So it’s best not to bring these types of topics up, unless if he feels the need to vent about it and puts trust into you.

- he’s not the type to put his hands on you unless someone else tries to threaten you or hurt you. dark choco has a very big heart where he’s the type of passive-aggressive user where he’ll make a big deal out of you getting hurt (even just a slight mark or light strawberry jam seeps out of your dough), he will be there to defend you at all times!

- when he comes home from fulfilling his duties from working with his clan with dark enchantress cookie and warding off his nemeses, he’ll start to limp in pain from body aches and feeling fatigued for a short while. He craves the feeling of light massages and warm cuddles. he gets tired of being belittled and being called a ‘coward’ for somewhat disobeying the other cookies of darkness’s plans and for making mistakes, as they take it to extreme measures. he enjoys your compliments and he always expects better from you cause your his close companion whether if your just his friend or f/o, you still matter to him more than any other cookie!

- as trauma for him gets in the way from being gaslighted from pomegranate cookie and for betraying his home and father, you are responsible for keeping him occupied with the upmost heartwarming surprise you give to him. he likes to shadow you in the things you do! Like baking to keep his mind distracted from trauma, maybe coloring is his specialty (maybe not so much??), going on clear sunny sky walks. as long as he keeps himself occupied with you, he feels happier that way.

- warm hugs in bed! As I mention this man is in need of attention and when it’s a clear night sky and blankets are layered on top of you and dark choco, he obviously feels the extra comfort and love. he will bear hug you from the aura of love you give off, letting you lay on top of his chest (you often worry about the body scars he leaves on his chest, but he tells you not to worry about it too too much)— the man just wants hugs and love!

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author’s note:

helllloooo! it’s glad to be back writing again! I was officially done with college a week ago so I have plenty of time to write and take requests. requests will still take a little bit as these were submitted months back as I was trying to finish through the semester. I did update my pinned post as far as keeping the page active with cookie run content! so with that being said, I still hope to write some more fics of my own and make it through the summer successfully (: lots of love to you all 🤍

#cookie run kingdom #head canon #cookie run #head canons #fanfic writing #cr kingdom #crk x reader #fanfic #dark choco x reader #dark choco cookie #dark choco crk

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sound-traveller · 2 months

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SNOWY!!!!! WELCOME BACK TO THE TUMBLRVERSE BESTIE OMG...!!!!!

I MISSED YOU!!! THERE'S SO MUCH TO CATCH UP ON TOO GDNFJGJFJJKJ

What's up???? How've you been????? HOW'S SCHOOL BEEN?????? I've been rooting for you this whole time!!! 😉

Did you get any cool new f/os while you were gone???? I've been head over heels for Rockstar foreverrrrrrrrr until recently!!!

Now M.adhous.e M.ik.e is reeeeeeeeeeally gripping my heart jgbngmhnbmnm... handsome phantom man who makes the cutest expressions ever, EVER 🥰💖💖💖💖

HUGGING YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW... HIIIIIII 😭🫂🫂🫂🫂💖💖💖💖

♡• rockstars-babe •♡

WAAAAAAAAAAH HIIIII!!! its so good to see u too!!! i missed being on here and talking w/ everyone tbh =w=

im still technically not ungrounded yet BUT ive been improving on my grades and my mom's letting up a bit on restrictions so yippee!!! uwu

also OMG THE GREEN GUY!!! Ive seen him all over ur acc lately, he seems like such a chill guy..,.. very companion shaped too.,.,. i would very much like to learn more about him he looks so nice. he can even do the friccjcin :3 face oh my god

As for new f/os i have 2 or 3 that ive gained over my absence! say hi to 7753 shes the newest one ive had out of all of them >w<

(iirc i posted about her exactly one other time but i ended up going back on it bc i unfortunately mistake affection for attraction with a lot of my f/os. oops.)

anyways she's a familial f/o now!! not sure how exactly but she's there! ive been very fixated on her lately too.,,.,. i wish nothing but the best for her,..,.,

ALSO UH!!! FEEL FREE TO COME INTO MY DMS OR DISC ANYTIME TO TALK YEAYEA!!! TYSM FOR DROPPIGN BY !!!!!

#ill probably sneak into ur chats to talk with u sometime this week when i can :0 #°•|| letter recieved||•°#°• || snowy.txt || •°#{🩷📊} affection: ♡♡♡♡♡#rockstars-babe #to be tagged

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sirenselfship · 11 months

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It had to be done

[Translation: WAKE UP]

#companion f/o: hug #my art #selfship community #self ship #self shipping #selfship #selfshipping #self ship community

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ladymochamagic · 2 years

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selfshippers!! if you and your f/o have children, let me just say GOOD FOR YOU. you both are just hanging in there being there and providing for your kids. Your kids love you no matter what you go through cause they will always be there to make you smile and giggle. They are your most important companion for hugs and kisses when you need them most. They are your starlight, your sunshine or whatever nickname you go by. Mocha Cookie and Espresso Cookie are proud to have Choco Coffee Cake Cookie. With them being hardworking professors, parents and doing the best they can to keep the family together, they will always go up and beyond for their baby.

#self ship imagine #self ship community #self shipping community #f/o content #imagine your f/o #f/o community #oc x canon #self ship #f/o x s/i #espresso cookie #cookie run kingdom

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one-winged-dreams · 10 months

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flying bug ground for anyone you’d like! for the pokemon type asks!

Since I haven't answered this one yet, I'm throwing Moon Carver in here.

What’s something that your F/O does that makes your heart soar? Something you do that makes their stomach fluttery?

EVERYTHING. Seriously, Sky Singer thinks he is just so dreamy. Sometimes you can just see him staring at Moon Carver with heart eyes and fluttery eyelashes. He'll talk and Sky Singer will be trying to behave himself, but afterward, he is absolutely jumping him with a hug and rubbing his face into his mane.

Moon Carver isn't as outwardly evident about his adoration aside from the plethora of pet names lmao. But what gets him is when Sky Singer laughs and smiles with people that AREN'T him and Ganyu.

Ack! A spider! Quick, which one of you deals with it?

Sky Singer is okay with spiders depending on the size. He'd never kill one, though. Moon Carver respects that, so if one is too big for Sky Singer to want to handle, he just escorts it out with hoof nudges lol.

What about your F/O grounds you when you’re not feeling well? Do you help ground them?

He's just so strong and beautiful, it's like nothing can touch him. He can endure anything and he'd do anything to protect Sky Singer.

Meanwhile, Moon Carver feels grounded by having something to protect. And also having had a companion for all these long long years. They've been together for a very long time.

#answers #the moon will sing

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writtenbyjos · 21 days

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Spellbound: A Ghostly Tale, Chapter 9

"Flyin' Solo"

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A small boy, just approaching his thirteenth year, lay under the covers with a thick cloth over his sickly, pale forehead. A croaky, hoarse cough escaped from his blue lips , and beads of sweat dotted his temples. As he approached the archway, Stinkie's view of the boy grew larger - more gruesome. There were five other people in the room, sitting in silence, not one daring to move. Stinkie put a sympathetic hand on the shoulder of the man sitting in a small rocking chair with his fingers tightly clasped around the back of his neck, his rounded glasses hanging loosely off the tip of his nose.

"Brother," the man said, rising from his fatigue. He brought him in for a tight hug and a firm pat on the back. He beckoned Stinkie out into the hallway where the December snowflakes piled up against the hallway window.

"How's he holding up, J.T.?" He asked quietly. J.T. shook his head slowly and wiped his face with a sigh. He glanced at the boy through the doorway and lowered his voice.

"We'll be lucky if he makes it until Monday evening," he said closing his eyes.

"He was fine, just last week," Stinkie said.

J.T. nodded and adjusted his loosened tie. "Well, Dr. Peterson said the best thing we could do is to keep him comfortable." He didn't take his eyes off the boy lying in the bed, holding onto his last inch of life.

Stinkie looked in his hand at a small paper bag he'd been carrying. He walked slowly towards the boy, kneeling down gently next to him and giving him a smile.

"Uncle Joey…?" A vague smile flickered on the boy's face.

"Hey kid," he rubbed his forehead and moved a couple of stray, sweaty blonde hairs out f his eyes with his thumb. "How ya hangin' in there?"

The boy answered with a shriveled cough and a wheeze in pain. "My chest hurts." He looked over at the woman standing by his bedside, a rag in her hand and a bowl in the other. A solum but kind expression rested on her tired face. She looked down at the rag and squeezed it lightly.

"Your mama's taking good care o' you," Stinkie said, facing the woman.

She smiled and relaxed her shoulders. Even though her hair was pulled up a few strands were running astray, and her eyes were bloodshot.

"I know," the boy said, so faint it was barely audible. "That's what she does best." Stinkie looked over at the last two men sitting close to the boy's mother, and a shorter woman clutching one of them on the bicep tightly. He broke free of her grasp and stood. Gently, he reached forward to squeeze the tired woman's hand. He bent to kiss her lightly on the forehead, but said nothing, only looking at her son with a pained expression on his face. The other sat with his large hands hiding his mouth, fighting back tears.

He looked back at the boy. "Hey, um, short stack, I've got something for ya…" Stinkie reached into the bag and pulled out Boo, his teddy bear and oldest companion. "Now, Boo here is very special. Promise you'll take care a' 'im for me?" He handed the beat up stuffed animal to the sickly boy, who nodded slowly and reached out his hands. A shiver ran through the room as he exposed his darkened, dead looking fingertips. Stinkie flinched and closed his eyes, instantly regretting it as the boy began to cry softly.

"I'm scared, Mama, I'm so scared…"

His mother sat on the edge of the bed and pressed her lips to his forehead, whispering softly to him. "Shhh, it's okay to be scared, love. But everything is going to be okay." She gently wiped the sweat away with the cloth and smiled reassuringly.

Stinkie staggered away to the corner, still clutching the bag between his sweaty palms. He bit his lip in worry at her slightly forced expression.

The boy shivered under his covers. "Am I going to die?" He asked quietly.

"Hush, you shouldn't speak of such things," the worry became more obvious in her voice now.

"It's okay, mother, please don't cry," he said. "Please, mama…"

"Uncle Stinkie…?" Stinkie woke with a start, his hands draped over the side of an old, velvet arm chair situated in a dark corner. To his surprise, Boo was caught in the high clutch of his right hand. He blinked a few times and shook his head violently, coming eye to eye with a very confused Casper. Stinkie squinted and saw the same blue eyes that had blinked up at him from the dying boy.

He felt like the heart he once had would burst.

"Oh, Casper!" With wide eyes he flew right towards him and scooped him up into a hug, twirling him around in the air. It only took Stinkie about a minute to realize what had just happened—it took Casper about five seconds.

"Um, Uncle Stinkie…?" Casper said, his voice muffled in his uncles embrace. Stinkie opened his eyes and let go immediately, his face twisting in confusion.

"Casper…I…"

"Are we interrupting something…?" Lucy and Kat appeared in the doorway, their expressions blank. His face cleared when he saw Lucy, she was so cute and—uh oh, he was starting to stare.

"Nothin'…just—just tellin' Bulbhead ova 'ere to mind 'is own business." He grumbled, crossing his arms.

"But you—" Casper began to say.

"…have business to take care of—business that ain't yours." With that, he huffed and flew out of the room, unable to hide how flustered he was. The teddy bear fell from his grip and onto the dusty ground.

"Stinkie, wait," Lucy tried to grab his arm, but her hand went straight through his nonexistent skin. She drew back her hand quickly, sighing. She knelt down and picked up the teddy bear, dusting it off carefully.

Without looking back, Stinkie flew down the stairs, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. And what was this warm feeling in his chest? He scoffed and shivered, trying to rid himself of the fuzzy sensation.

What a no good, terrible, awful way to start off the morning. Finally, he had a decent run in with Lucy and he blew it, all sky high. But what had happened? A dream? A memory? He hadn't had one of those in a long time, especially not one with such familiar faces. Lost in his thoughts, he glided down to the kitchen, losing track of his brothers' whereabouts and not giving a second thought to the harsh judgment that would most likely follow.

Upon entering the kitchen doors he found an unsuspecting James humming the "Munster's" theme song rather loudly while pouring himself a glass of milk. Stinkie took advantage of this opportunity and disappeared into the countertop, popping out just as James raised the glass to his lips.

"Mornin' Doc!" He yelled, cackling aloud as James choked violently on his spilled milk. He slammed the glass down clutching his chest and coughing.

"Notin' like a good ole' mornin' scare to get the blood a' pumpin'!" He laughed, diving for the fridge door. James gave him a sour look and wiped his mouth on his sleeve as Stinkie took a long, sarcastic sip of orange juice straight from the jug.

"I thought it safe to assume we were past the jump scares. Guess I shouldn't have jumped to such radical conclusions," he shook his head.

"You know what 'dey say Doc!" Stinkie smiled and put his arm around him. "Makes an ass outta you," he jabbed a finger at James's chest, "…and me!" He held the jug in his hand this time and took a large sip before slamming it down on the counter and letting out a loud and satisfying belch.

"Always a pleasure Stinkie," James forced a patient smile. "Are your brothers up yet? Your session starts in five minutes."

"Is it time ta undermine our feelings and listen to all your wishy washy medical talk?" Stinkie stuck out his tongue and made James chuckle lightly.

"You mean like 'defense mechanisms'?"

Stinkie frowned and rolled his eyes. "I ain't 'defensive'!" He said in a mocking tone.

James gave him a look. "I'll see you in my office in three minutes."

Stinkie sat twiddling his thumbs together, alone and stranded on an old red couch across from a silent James. With one leg crossed and his bent glasses perched on the tip of his nose he looked ready to probe and dissect Stinkie's every word with razor sharp precision. He tapped his pencil on his clipboard lightly.

"It's so rare that I get solo sessions with any of you. Ever." He raised his eye brows. "And, I've been anxious to talk to you."

"Why, little ole' me?" Stinkie flashed some fake eyelashes and chuckled to himself, but his shoulders dropped when he glanced around and found the rest of the couch unoccupied.

"Not so easy when your brothers aren't around?" James asked quietly.

Stinkie felt like he might blow chunks—and not the good kind. He thought back to his dream, and all the photos and memorabilia he'd found in the attic thanks to Lucy—Lucy. Oh right, Lucy.

"…Stinkie?" James snapped his fingers. Stinkie shook his head and blinked.

"Wha…?"

"I asked how you're feeling today."

Stinkie was silent. How was he feeling today? He'd never really thought about it before. He hadn't spent a night alone in over a century…he never really thought he'd enjoy the solitude so much.

James frowned and tilted his head. "Try the mood chart!" He quickly pulled out a long, laminated chart with a multitude of faces on them, all with corresponding feelings. "What face do you identify with today, Stinkie?" He asked, almost giddy.

Stink squinted and looked over every face. There was number one, which showcased a green face and puffy cheeks titled, "icky". He liked that one a lot. But then another, a face that was misshapen and had wide eyes, called "anxious". He liked that one too. But the one that caught his attention the most was a solemn face, tinted blue. This was called "a little blue". Unconsciously he pointed to it and mimicked that face on the paper.

"You're feeling blue?" James asked a little surprised. Stinkie rubbed his forehead and lifted his tail to exit the room.

"Maybe this ain't such a good idea, Doc."

James quickly jumped to his feet and shook his hands.

"No, no, no! You're finally opening up about you innermost feelings! This is phenomenal progress, Stinkie! We must proceed!"

Stinkie reluctantly sat down and crossed his arms.

"Why don't we start with why you're feeling blue," he picked up his pencil and scribbled something on his clipboard.

"I—uh…heh…" he rubbed the back of his crooked neck slowly, trying to think of something to say. "I had a dream last night, or at least what I think was a dream."

James nodded slowly, urging him to continue.

"What happened in the dream, Stinkie?" He asked.

As he thought back on the events of the dream, it made Stinkie feels something he hadn't in a long time—sadness. True, raw sadness.

"See, dere was a room, with lots of people in it," he motioned with his hands. "…And a boy, laying sick in bed. I think it was…Casper." His voice softened.

James stopped writing immediately and furrowed his brow.

"What did he look like, Casper?" He said shifting his legs into the chair.

Stinkie shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"It was awful, Doc. He was pale and sweaty and coughin' a whole lot." He caught a consoling look from James, and this made him feel strangely vulnerable. "I brought him my old teddy bear, Boo. And his mother was there wid' 'im…. wipin' his tears."

"Perhaps, this was how Casper passed?"

Stinkie nodded. "And…" he stopped in his tracks, trying to remember. "J.T. was there too."

"Who is J.T.?" He asked.

"John…" Stinkie said pounding the couch lightly with his fist. "John…Thomas. My brothah. Our brothah. But… that's all I can remembah." James looked at Stinkie with a consoling glance.

"But 'ey, I ain't losing sleep ovah it, I mean, he's a ghost like us now anyways." He said stiffening his back.

"One you constantly belittle, bully, and take your anger out on?"

Stinkie shrunk back into the couch with each word.

"You know, you don't have to conceal your feelings, not even from your brothers," he continued, furrowing his brow. "Not here."

"Pfft, I nevah shoulda went through all my old stuff. It brought me nothin' but old, sad memories. I'm already dead, they can't do me any good now!" Stinkie shook his head miserably.

"They could, you know."

Stinkie shot him a disbelieving look.

James sighed and sat quiet for a moment, thinking. "You mean to say, that the objects you found somehow spawned this phenomena? That they caused you to actually remember an important moment for your life?"

"I don't know if you'd call it important…." he said, cautiously.

"John Hopkins!" James exclaimed, suddenly. "A breakthrough!" He laughed so hard that his glasses nearly fell off his nose. "A whole year of shenanigans, pranks and some ruined trousers and we're finally getting somewhere!" He jumped up from his chair and stopped in mid dance, clearing his throat.

Stinkie sat there picking from his ear and pulling out an impressive amount of slimy, green, earwax. James sat back down and brushed off his sweater-vest. "I mean, excellent job, Stinkie, this means we're making progress at last." He beamed at the ghost.

"To be poifectly honest wit ya Doc, I'm not sure exactly what it is I did to get ya knickers in such a twist," he crossed his arms, still miffed.

"Stinkie don't you see?" James said. "We're another step closer to figuring out your unfinished business. What made you deny your right to a happy and peaceful afterlife…why you didn't cross over."

"Oh brothah, are you still on about that, Doc? If we've told ya once, we've told ya a million times. We ain't crossin' ovah, because we like bein' ghosts! We're meant to be here," he growled.

"We?" James, said squinting.

Stinkie followed James' look to the empty cushions beside him and scowled.

"Me," he said defensively, pointing a thumb to his chest.

"You said 'we'. Curious. You don't do things without your brothers very often do you?"

"Why the hell would I wanna do that?" He crossed his arms. "They're all I got in this afterlife."

James smiled and nodded, writing down on his clipboard.

"Whataya smirkin' at, huh?" He snapped.

"I want to know how you feel. You, Stinkie." James pointed to him with his pencil.

"About what?" He asked surprised.

"How do you feel about crossing over?"

"Okay Doc, I'll play your game…" he sulked. "Say I do crossover. Leave my brothahs here. Abandon them. Leave the only home I've ever haunted. Bullshit. I ain't goin' nowhere."

James was silent but nodded. A couple of awkward moments went by and nothing was said, leaving Stinkie frustrated. Why wasn't Doc saying anything? Judging him no doubt. "You know you act like you know everything but you don't know us! And you sure as hell don't know me," He snarled.

"I have my guesses," he said calmly.

Stinkie waved his hand derisively. "Be my guest, but you's wrong, whatever your little guesses are," he said, pompously.

"Well, Stinkie…I'm detecting fear in your voice. Hesitation. You're scared to be alone. We could've easily moved on in this process months ago if you'd been willing to, any of you three. But that would bring about the possibility of leaving your brothers behind, and perhaps the possibility that there's no one waiting for you on the other side." He tapped his pencil. "Am I close?"

"Couldn't be further from the truth," Stinkie lied, James's words burning straight through his head like a bullet.

"I see," James said. "Then let's move on. What else can you tell me about the dream?"

"Nothin'. I told you I don't remember anything else, 'bout it."

"Is it possible you've tried to subconsciously block all the memories due to early childhood trauma?" James asked, point blank.

"Look, Doc," he shot up. "While I was goin' through all da pictures and da old toys, it just made me realize how much I love bein' dead! Dead, dead, dead. Dead as a doornail. And that I never want to relive anything from when I was alive!" He crossed his arms, feeling pleased with himself.

"Yet, here you are." James smiled.

"Me bein' a ghost ain't got nothin' to do with my old life. That part of me died a long time ago."

James shook his head and set down his clipboard. "But don't you see? It has everything to do with your life. All this denial and emptiness is holding you back from crossing into the light. And you know what, Stinkie? You've just gotten so lost, putting on this act, playing the clown, masking your unhappiness that you've completely lost sight of it and how to get back on your feet." James crossed his leg and picked up his clipboard again. "You've all forgotten who you are. It's clearest to me now that the living impaired suffer far more than the living could ever imagine."

A long moment of silence hung in the air, thickening the solemn mood. Finally, Stinkie spoke.

"…so who am I then, Doc?" Stinkie asked.

"Well, if you accept my help, maybe we can come to find out together. Your brothers too!"

Stinkie fiddled with a stray piece of fabric, detaching itself from the rest of the couch and twisted it between his fingers.

"I'm not proposing that it'll be easy, and there might be some painful things to uncover. But it's all part of the process of crossing over." James said softly.

"Right…crossing over."

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moonlight26posts-blog · 3 months

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In Baltimore City, MD: 5th PLEA!!! "Freckles" & "Cinnamon Toast" the IRRESISTIBLE Young AFFECTIONATE Pair - Can Be Separated!!!! Shelter Favorites!!!! GOOD w/ Dogs!!!!! BARCS!

- BFFs in Need -

Freckles - 3 y/o, altered M, 64lbs

Cinnamon Toast - 2 y/o, altered F, 55lbs

Update 1/31:

Freckles and Cinnamon Toast arrived at BARCS several weeks ago together and were initially very shy and fearful. Over the weeks, they have made huge strides, and now love to go out for walks, spend time with humans, and of course, playing and hanging out together.

Both of these cuties were lucky enough to go on a volunteer sleepover recently, where a whole lot was learned about them.

Freckles can (and has been) described as an adorable 'perma-puppy'. His #1 goal is to get as close to you as possible and get as many pets as you will give him; he will jumpy into your lap and never want to leave. He aims to please and is a great listener. He is smart, food motivated, and all together has the makings of the most perfect companion, especially if someone is willing to give him the help to be his very best self.

Cinnamon toast is 50lbs of pure sweetness; she loves (emphasis on LOOOVES) people and often can't contain her pure elation being around them. She loves to share hugs and kisses with everyone she meets, and we believe she could win a competition for "Best Sit" and will gladly show off her talents to gentle exchange for a treat. She is a playful girl who enjoys both tugging on a rope and chewing on a bone, just as much as wrestling with her brother Freckles.

They have become confident enough that we believe they could live their lives in separate homes, especially if it gets them out of the shelter sooner (they've already been in our care for almost two months), but we know for sure they'd also be great, lifelong companions, too.

Cinnamon Toast is a playful pup, and Freckles is a great companion for her to expend some of that energy. I would play with toys with her, but I was no substitute for Freckles. They love to snuggle up together (or on top of each other), and all in all are the perfect ready-made companions.

Cinnamon Toast and Freckles are available immediately for rescue pick-up.

Please let us know if your organization can help!

Thank you,

The BARCS Rescue Team

Baltimore Animal Rescue & Care Shelter (BARCS) New Address! 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225 [email protected]| (410) 396-4695

Rescue pick-up hours: Monday-Friday: 10:30 a.m.-6:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 8:30 a.m.-4:30 p.m

Adoption hours: Monday-Friday: 2 p.m.-6 p.m. Saturday and Sunday: 11 a.m.-4 p.m. Baltimore Animal Rescue and Care Shelter, Inc. (BARCS) | 2490 Giles Rd, Baltimore, MD 21225

#dog rescue maryland #dog rescue #dog rescue baltimore maryland #doglover #dog adoption maryland #cute animals #adopt a dog #pets

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starlightnighteve · 1 year

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Chapter 1; The Intruder

L/F Name: Evanara Okamoto, Eve Getsumei Age: 27 Hair color: Platinum Eye color: Blue Height/weight: 166 cm / 60 kg Race: Half Japanese and English - No known anomalies in background Ability: Unknown / Multiple - Reported using flashes of light, fire, water, ice, possibly etc. - Possible spectrum of abilities. - Reported lists of other unexplainable acts. - No violent or dangerous activities recorded. Note: Passive but powerful.

Mission: Take the girl in. Stop her from exposing abilities, contain her activity. Discover what powers she has. Find out any other additional information she knows for records.

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Just as something in the air was brewing, it was a beautiful night, like any night for a woman named Eve. Eve had just turned in for the night after stargazing with her friend tiger, Sameer, by her side.

Sameer was a Snow Tiger, but he was found in the desert almost a year ago, by Eve. Both had very light, practically white colored hair, but her eyes were a dazzling blue, unlike Sam's. They both had a peaceful day of Eve working on songwriting and sheet music that led into a calm night. Pillows were scattered around Eve's futon, where Sam laid, cradling around her as she sinks into her bed.

Eve loved having her large, furry friend always by her side, Eve smiles as she falls asleep. She looked like a pale angel, with her light, practically white hair, and even white lashes. Hair spread around her and an arm hugged around the tiger.

The room was quiet as Eve tried to sleep, till Sameer popped his head up in alert. Suddenly, Sameer was growling. Eve tiredly reopens her sapphire blue eyes, and watches him curious for a moment. She quickly gets up, turning on her bedside lamp. She immediately knew something wasn't right.

A figure had stood just within Eve's peripheral vision. Eve gasped and darted her head back forward. Sameer gets up, pillows scattering by Eve's bed, and he growls even deeper and more threatening. His stance alert and hairs sticking up wildly, circling to hide Eve a bit. Eve looks at a man standing in front of her, her eyes wide at him. He just looks down at her with a cold glare, as cold as his steely-grey eyes.

The man starts to lift his hand, and Sam roared angrily, and threatens to get closer to him. The man jolts but then slowly proceeds to hold both hands up, trying to say there's no threat. He speaks in a gruff and monotone voice. "Good Evening, Miss Okamoto. I'm sorry to startle you but I'm a part of the S.O.U and- Ahh!!"

Eve was suddenly a flash of white light and springs out of her bed. She tackles the intruder. Eve's tiger companion attacks the man's legs with his claws, and at once, the man topples over onto the floor with a loud thud.

Sameer lets go quickly. Eve crashes onto the intruder, and stares him down. Her glowing skin almost made her menacing with her eyes, like a blinding blue light in the darkness. Small gold shimmers poured from the blue light in her eyes made her also look angelic. She holds a hand to his face, with a swirling ball of light and air forming in the palm.

The man for a moment stays down, but suddenly knocks one of Eve's legs. While she was struggling for balance, the man then took Eve's arms out from under her and reversed her pin on him. Sameer growls at him ferociously and prowls low towards him. The man gets up from Eve and backs away. He waves his hands and whisper-yells. "Wait just a moment! I need a word with you! It's important! I'm not here to fight!"

Eve props herself back upright and sitting on the floor. Her skin subsided and started to turn back to normal, the room becoming less illuminated. "What do you want?! And- GET OUT!!" Eve didn't care about her volume as she pointed to her door. Sameer roars after Eve, his stance still about to pounce at the intruder.

The intruder stood his ground with no sign of moving. He was, however, a bit disheveled. He adjusted his shirt collar and hair, they too appeared grey with what little light was on him. "Ahem... again I'm sorry for coming here suddenly. I'm an agent from the S.O.U., Special Operations Unit. To put it simply, we've been told that you have some special abilities and will need to be taken in for questioning."

Instead of answering anything, Eve was more concerned about how they know so much, about her, and about 'special abilities'. Eve stays seated on the floor, cradles her legs and crosses her arms. Eve screamed, "Wouldn't a normal person wait till someone's not about to sleep in their home to talk? You're a trespasser!"

A fair point Eve made. It would have been more courteous to knock at least, and not just sneak into someone's bedroom late at night. That terrified Eve, Sam was quite startled too.

The man composes himself more and adjusts his sleeves by rolling them up. "Keep your voice down already... I'm sorry, but I was informed as soon as I was told to bring you to the unit. Reason to why, it's because of your powers. Obviously you weren't afraid to show them to a trespasser... As surprising as that was for someone marked 'passive'...." He muttered the last part, which sounded tiredly droning in thought.

Eve tilts her head and places her palms to the floor. She had become so confused, and his answer didn't help. She gives the agent a small scowl and raised brow. "So, how can I believe you for certain?..."

The man quickly and fluidly reached for his badge clipped to his belt, not without rolling his eyes first. He takes out his badge and flashes his eyes a mystic color, it looks like a purple, almost plum-colored smoke "Sigh, badge... Eyes... Yours glow too, if you don't know that fact. It's what 'our kind' do....". He explains, as if he's seen kinds like theirs before.

Eve's eyes go wide. She eyes the badge and stands up taller on her knees. She already was looking at his eyes as they changed. It was definitely a trademark of people like her. The iconic glow of magical abilities being used, or identifying a person's power. "You have abilities? Then can I ask, what?"

The agent calmly answers. "Well, you may. I can read people's thoughts. Another part of that is that I can see into people's memories, when its relevance is in someone's mind."

Eve drags herself backwards on her hands, away from the man. He didn't make any attempt to move. Eve was still freaked out, even if he wasn't acting sinister. "That sounds dangerous! You could be trying to find out something from me just without permission!"

He huffs, "Sigh... I have to be touching someone to do it, so you're fine. If I know someone well enough however, I don't have to have contact just to read them."

Eve gawks and exaggerates how ridiculous this all was. She waves her hands out but away from the man. "Well, what do you want from me? I'm just a stage performer! I'm not using my powers for any evil uses...."

The man scratches his head while looking at Eve's tiger friend. His features were very sharp, and as intimidating as his glare when he looked back to Eve. His voice seemed the same as natural and grim it was. "It's not of legal in normal terms, but you could be dangerous to the public and need to be-."

Eve waves her hands in the middle of him speaking. She interrupts again to argue. "Hold on mister! A child-entertainer as dangerous?! I'm showing the world about magic that they've forgotten! For centuries magic has died off at an alarming rate. You don't understand! That knowledge isn't dangerous, nor can any normal human possess or take it!" She huffed bitterly.

The man crosses his arms, and idols on a leg that's the least scratched up, thanks to Sameer's doing earlier. "...? Hm. Do you know a lot about your abilities? There's powers making a resurgence, but officials can't see how they exactly work, not without a special ability to. So there's a special unit of government operatives that use their abilities for keeping peace, and the world from uproar. We only worry your exposure of these powers would compromise our mission."

The agent looks around at the dimly lit room. It had nothing out of the ordinary, besides an angry looking tiger staring at him. The tiger luckily was standing down for now. He sternly adds, with warning. "You'll be given a choice. But, I'd recommend thinking about it wisely. You join the S.O.U., live a normal life and work for us, or you refuse and are taken under our custody regardless."

Eve's eyes go wide again and gawks surprised. She cocks her head, as if confused. "That's... unfair. That's not how this power works, it's to be used for good. How do I know to trust this weird group? I think it would be wise to refuse...."

The agent puts a hand to his face, looking a bit worried and annoyed. He huffs, looking back at her dead serious. "Trust me, it's not. Many feel this way when first joining. It's not bad, however. Sigh, we emphasize protecting, and stopping mass corruption. You never know who will try to use something for bad. Whether it's 'forgotten magic', or whatnot." He quotes with his fingers skeptically.

The man had a point. Eve understands, and also uses spells or her words to hide her magic. She never knew how people would react, except younger people. Imaginative minds saw through the veil, and would be mesmerized by her real magic. She just didn't want magic to die off unheard, or for humanity to be in the dark when magic would help many things.

Thinking more, and understanding. Eve anxiously asks. "So... What do I have to do?..." She didn't want any part in a group she hadn't heard of, but it seemed she had no choice.

The agent plainly answers her. "If you join, and I highly recommend it, we leave for America, and you'll be moving to the headquarters tomorrow. Anything you want to bring you have till the morning to pack."

He makes a quick glance to Sameer, and back to Eve. "I'm sure you can bring... the tiger but he'll have to stay in your room or be kept somewhere. Anything you might need for your abilities you need to pack first and most importantly. We'll need to record those as well." The agent looked down at Sameer, who was scowling at the man.

Eve slams both hands on the floor. "What?! I have till tonight to pack up everything, to move out of the country? Is that really true?"

The agent quickly nods to her, Eve sits back down on her knees, her voice trembling and defeated. "Oh my stars... W- why does this have to happen?" She looks down and tears run down her face.

Eve looks up at the man and begs, "What is so wrong with me? Why can't I keep it a secret, and keep making people smile? I can keep it a secret... Why does this have to happen?" Eve buries her face in her hands. Sameer comes to her aid beside her.

The man looks down and lowers his gaze to Eve. She's failing to hold back tears, and her breathing started to hitch. He gets closer, but a safe distance from Eve, and from Sameer too, of course.

The agent speaks in a less blank tone, sounding almost sincere. "... It may be hard to believe, but the organization wants to help people like us. It's just under the protection of the agency. I'm sure you can still make music and live freely, but you must work for us, and have it as your primary job from now on."

Eve wipes her face with her palms. She whimpers a bit softly. "I'm sorry... This is just so sudden. It's scary to be honest... I don't even believe it. What's going to happen, if I agree?"

The man answers, a bit sincere, and a bit back to serious. "You'll live in the apartments provided. Our base is located in New York City. You'll first go into training in our academy, so you will be taught how to do your job. There will be training for your abilities and learning how to use them. You also might have to fight, but I'm sure you'll be fine."

Eve is baffled. She argues. "To fight? But, I don't really fight people in real life... The worst I could do is blind you!"

As hard as it was to believe for the agent, Eve's got a clean record and history of peaceful acts. Eve's ability had mostly to do with light, since it was based on starlight. Another part of her power Eve demonstrated was her ability to make herself the weight of a human-sized star. She could also be hot but non-scolding to the touch. If reports were true, she knows how to use some elements that could be useful other than her own power.

The man sees Eve being a skilled agent, if she tries out. It was jumping to conclusions, and the man even spoke up. "Well, you're not immediately an agent. But... Most missions require agents to do a lot more than just fighting. You'll still learn how to, to not be at a disadvantage. You'll be trained how to protect yourself, and others, for any situation."

Eve hushes, and tries not to protest or act defeated. She was definitely defeated. Eve never in her career, secretly spreading magic people, felt like it was wrong. Now, she's paying for her consequences.

The agent adds, as if trying to answer Eve's possible questions she might of had. "You'll be able to come and go wherever in your free time. You cannot talk about any missions or any information with people outside of the force. Even some other federal forces aren't aware of our existence. So, don't mention any cases to the police. We'll cover it. No discussing the S.O.U. or powers with people. You must follow policies and rules, or consequences could be severe. It may seem like a lot but it's probably nothing unfamiliar to you. But, you have to be more careful. It may include no powers while performing anymore. Even if you do hide some things well, or play it off as one of your 'magic tricks', like in the past." The man air quotes Eve's obscure hinting. It was something she would tell people.

Eve holds her nervous fists to her face. She looks away, quickly looking for a diversion till she see's Sameer walk towards her and sit down beside her. At that point, she was able to swallow back some of her tears. Eve pets Sam and breaks the small silence. "So... What would happen to someone I told? B- but have kept my secret seriously!..."

With a cold face, he leans closer and tries to reach out. Sameer's face whips to the agent's hand and growls. Eve jumps backwards behind her bed, and flails her arms out of reach. If the Agent were to really be able to read her mind, she didn't want him close. He withdraws and asks in a dark tone. "Who?"

Eve springs up and creates a safe distance with the corner of her bed. Standing her ground, but not as confident. She stares at the agent intensely. "I asked first!" Eve protested. The man shrugs at her. ".... Depends. They may go from being protected, to being taken in as liability."

Eve clutches her hands to her heart. She pleads. "... I- it's just my designer, Rin, I've told... They've never said a word! I trust them like family. They're a few of the only family to me that I have left..."

The agent looks at her and thinks. Eve's shared a lot about powers subliminally, but she lives alone, and works online. She often did things by herself, along with the small team she created years ago for her job. Her designer, Rin, was one of a few close to Eve. Like a lot of her team and online friends, they weren't always physically close by. Rin travelled a lot for their job.

The agent found no family interactions from Eve, for many different reasons. He scowls down at Eve and asks plainly. "And, is there anyone else you'd share this information with?" He wants to make sure no one else knows besides the one.

Eve can't lie to save her life, but especially now, she thought it would be wise to be truthful. She does however avert her gaze to the floor, and to Sameer. "There's a blacksmith and my manager, if I saw them more often, or thought they'd understand. Maybe some online people I've befriended from collaborations. Also... I guess, I would have liked to have told my mentor too...."

The agent immediately raises a brow and asks, jumping straight to the suspicion he had. "Mentor?... A 'powerful' one, perhaps? Did someone ever show you how to use your abilities?" It would make sense why she knew so much already. Without help it would have been a very difficult task, one could only assume.

Eve points daggers with her glare at the agent. She strides closer to the agent in a gust of wind. Eve sternly vocalizes while aggressively shaking a finger at the agent. "... I will say this once but don't you dare have anyone go there and destroy the peace!!"

Confused but willing, the agent nods. He waits for her explanation, with his arms crossed and a tired but patient. Eve turns away, walking around the room, memorizing how the place looked, before it was gone.

Eve stops at her window and sighs, "Okay... I must explain beforehand... There's a small town in the desert. There used to be many magicians and sorcerers that lived there. Until centuries passed, the town was under the protection of a lone, grand magician. And, when the magician dies, their predecessor gets their powers and takes their place as the new magician, usually at age 14 to 16. They become the magician that protects the town's sick and defenseless, and keeps everything alive. My mentor is the current acting grand magician. He took me in when I was internally lost because of my powers...." Eve looks down to the ground, saddened.

Eve doesn't face the agent, but adds, sounding more sorrowful. "My mentor is a good man and helps people. I just wanted to do the same here...." Eve sniffs a bit as she pouts on the ground, with her fists on the ground trying not to cry.

Eve turns her head back to the man, with a lowered head and cracking voice. "... So, please don't say anything, or let anyone disturb their quiet town... It'll never be a problem for anyone. Its doings are not on digital records... My mentor will never cause alarm. The townspeople rely on him. Please, PLEASE give me your word that you'll not even mention them. I'll do anything, be an agent, if it means they'll stay a secret...." She starts to plead under her breath, warning of the true dire consequences. Her hands were shaking, but face was trying to be brave. Voice, a mix of scared, and determined.

The agent purses his lips to one side, unfazed by Eve's scowl, but was at least trying to act like he at least had a bit of a heart. He motions with his hands for Eve to relax. Even though he was a bit confused, the man calmly draws out, "Okay, okay. Calm down. I know you must care about your mentor a lot." He bluntly puts it, as true as it was.

Eve pleaded in a sad tone, looking at her tiger friend. "He's my best friend, besides Sam, here. He taught me everything I know about using spells and my own powers. He just normally makes medicine and practices the arts passed down! If you need it, I can tell you everything about magic, and the history of the city, as best I can. But please, don't make my mentor work for you! The town needs him! Very, very much! And, he needs the town!!" She got louder, and more desperate.

It wasn't till Eve was jumping up and down, waving her arms, and shouting frazzled, that the agent finally grabbed Eve to hold her still. He lets go quickly and waves a finger to his mouth aggressively. "Okay! Shhhhhhhh!! It's still the middle of the night, don't shout so much. I'm sorry you're in distress."

The agent takes a small step back and brushes his sternness off slightly. "Look, I can't promise your mentor and beloved town won't at least be investigated, but I'll, personally, agree to not say anything they don't already know to the organization. Sigh... I'm supposed to be the one giving authority here."

He's playing with a difficult hand, the man could or could not be trusted to keep a secret, but Eve didn't care. She at least had to show him that he should at least listen to her. His words and understanding was enough for Eve to feel a bit better of the situation. "Thank you! Please, I am grateful if you keep it safe! Again, I'll cooperate if it means it's secret!"

Upon Eve's agreement, she skips off and leaves the man, confused. Not alone, however. Eve had run off, leaving him and Sameer, the one who was just lashing out and growling earlier, in a room with him. The tiger seemed to be giving him a stink-eye, which the man gave the same right back. Something rarely anyone would have the courage to do.

Eve pops her head back in the bedroom doors, and lifts a first aid in tow. She looks at the agent and his legs, giving a tight-lipped smile. He's now giving her the stink-eye, confused about how quickly she changes character.

But, Eve was sincere. She finally felt bad about hurting the man. He was a stranger in her room, true, but he didn't kidnap, hurt, or do anything bad besides bring unexpected news. It wasn't a good situation, but it could have been worse.

Eve places the kit down on her bed, and the man quickly takes it and digs inside for all he needs, without her help. Eve just watches as he disinfects and wraps his legs. The man also rolled up his pant legs so there were less shreds and frays moving around.

The man then looks back up, asking Eve more from where they last left off. "How did you even find your mentor in the first place? Uh... You don't HAVE to say anything, if you don't want to."

As honest, and maybe naive, as Eve was, this was the second person she's ever met like her. It felt a lot easier to tell them, than most of her fans, who she might have thought they were all normal. There really were more like her out there, much closer than she thought. Confused, yet comfortable, she shrugs. "Fair enough, as long as this stays a secret between you and me... Okay?"

He stands tall again, towering a bit over Eve by around ten centimeters, almost half a foot in difference. "Alright....", he sternly huffs.

Eve warns, "Just know that this information could destroy a whole civilization if you tamper with it. It could even upset the whole world, if you destroy the town's magic."

He sighs and waves for Eve to continue along with it. "Yes... I will be an ear but not discuss anything outside this room. I'll at least understand why it's important."

Eve takes a moment to sit on her bed with her legs crossed, petting Sameer profusely to calm them both. "Well....". She paused and looked up. Remembering each detail like she was retracing her steps. "I left, looking for answers. I wandered to a small town and I met my mentor, just by blindly wandering straight to it. He saw me performing and he was the only one that understood me."

Eve chuckles, becoming calmer looking back. "... It ended up being a communication spell. He first introduced himself as the town's shaman and said he saw something interesting in me. He offered a place to stay. I helped at his shop for a while. Heh, turns out he knew everything about magic, powers, and spells so much he could do anything! I learned under him for years, taking hiatuses for my music to go there, since it was impossible to stay connected to the real world when I would see him. I also met my tiger friend on my last trip, and... I might not be allowed back again since... I stole him from a cruel, evil ruler there." Eve looked away at the end, a bit nervously.

The man scratches his head and eyes Eve. He processes all the steps and what she said, but couldn't one hundred percent understand her 'how'. 'Why' at least seemed straightforward, she glowed, so she ran, and ran right into answers she might have needed, just by chance. "I... see, I suppose?... Not sure if I quite understand, but I follow."

Eve ponders, and quickly beams back up. ".... Your ability makes you see someone's memories? I can show you the magic, hehe~. It might explain things better."

Eve hums cheerfully at the end part. He looks at her, not too thrilled as he should be, but it was what he wanted. He still jests in a gruff voice. "Heh, you read my mind..."

"Hehe, I also want to make sure you're not just lying to me about your powers." Eve jokes and holds out her palms. The man rolls his eyes and lightly brushes his hands over hers. His dark grey eyes seem to glow mystic and purple slightly, when suddenly Eve feels like she's reliving a memory. . . .

"Yamehl? 'MEHL!!" Eve calls out and a figure turns around to greet her. A man, with jet black hair tied back, and golden inquisitive eyes hiding behind small, semi-round glasses, was putting down a book he was reading. The glasses fit snug on his nose with a brass chain keeping them on his person. He wore many brass chains around his arms and clothing, with charms and gems on them.

Eve's mentor looks at her and gives her a warm smile. Eve's vision looks down automatically at her hands with a bunch of crystals and herbs piled in them, and then back up at him. She excitedly announces, "I learned how to color the fire!!"

With a long drawn breath, a swirl of sparks flew from Eve's hands, and went up in flames changing each color after another. The flame shined warmly, then cold in a spectrum of light. She spins and points her hand up, sending small sparkles of color up into the air like fireworks. She sends a few small colorful light-shows carefully up and away from knocking into anything.

Eve waltzes over to her mentor with her display and then opens her vest up with her free hand, simultaneously retrieving an odd bouquet of glowing vines. "I also got the nocturnal vines! You needed these, right?"

Eve giggles and her mentor claps. He takes the cut and dried vines from Eve's hand, and places them on his desk. His voice was very calm and sincere. "Very impressive, well done. And you remembered, thank you."

Eve's mentor walks over, eyeing her hands and picking up an opal that's iridescent glow pulsed around its smooth surface. He uses the other free hand to pat Eve's head and keep his hand resting there. "You learned to change frequencies and the form, all in a quick motion. You're so clever, my apprentice." . . .

It changed again and in a flash, another memory was happening. It's now outside at night, and the stars out were so expansive, a few milky ways could be seen off in the neverending distance. Both Eve and her mentor are standing by a large tree in a squared off garden in the middle of the town.

Yamehl has a hand placed on the base of the tree and points to parts for Eve to see. "This is our 'tree of life' of sorts. This is the second biggest flora in this city, other than the palace's large garden around the place. This one holds most of the life left in the plants and trees here. Its small connection has been strengthened for millennials. These Bluewoods get their name from its magical roots, heh. The buds of the flowers here haven't bloomed yet. They're very useful in both forms for magic, as buds and flowers. Naturally, they need help with its magic to give it a last push this time of year. Its magic isn't strong enough on its own anymore."

Her mentor looks down at his hand and proceeds to glow a vibrant warm radiance coming from his palm. He places it bare onto the tree's surface. Eve concentrates on doing the same action, and putting her hand beside his. The grey-like wood of the tree glowed as Eve touched it, along with Yamehl.

A blue aura surrounds the base of the tree. The leaves slowly glowed and dimmed in vibrant blues and greens, lighting the area. The buds shook and a gust of wind subsided them. They started to nestle and glow a bright blue till they unfolded from the stems.

Blue amber-like specs floated from the tree line up into the sky. The area around it caught life as sparks of blue hovered over other plants. The whole area started to light up in colorful glowing plants and specks. The plants had never seemed so vibrant in the daylight as they did this one, special night.

Yamehl hums while looking up at the sky. The brightness from the stars and moon, matching the glowing specks flying up to meet them. "Magic now needs a little help sometimes with things such as these. We keep the earth alive, and in return we can live off its food and medicines. Even the sands can harness magic, some things naturally gravitate to people with its unique senses for it."

He waved his hand and the patches of sand around them swirled up his form, to meet in his glowing palm. He sways his arm and the sand around till he places it back in a beautiful geometric pattern below his feet.

Eve looks down at both their feet and ponders. She nestles a closed hand to her chin, contemplating and idling. "What would that mean if I'm also here, from somewhere that doesn't know about this stuff?"

Her mentor chuckles lightly. "Heh, I'm not quite sure myself, but I know magic is a wonder. You were here for a reason, out there, and in our small, fair town. Destiny is what drives us when we don't direct our steps to our own design."

Eve remembers, even in a memory of the past, she didn't have purpose or planned to come to the desert town of Uridian. "Steps... How curious, and it led me to learning magic with you. I don't think I could thank you enough for taking in me as your apprentice."

Yamehl waved an open palm to Eve and smiled. He looks to Eve in understanding. They both felt like they understood each other well. The sheer luck of fate that brought them together, made such a strong bond between them. "I'm grateful to teach you. Now, before we get back, the water here still needs a charm to keep it pure and from evaporating from the hot rays."

Yamehl finally reaches into his bag. He takes out four large crystal rods and a jar or white sand. Eve perks up and jumps in excitement. Yamehl passes two crystals to Eve and she takes them. "Hold these and I'll put down a seal around the fountain." He calmly explained.

After her mentor makes a large circle around the fountain, he stands by Eve with two crystals and they glow in his hands like Eve's. He closes his eyes and Eve eventually does the same as they meditate in silence. The waters turn white, slowly giving off a small glow. The water's surface started to create rings, it started to rain oddly just in that one spot, both falling and rising into the sky.

After a while, Yamehl opens one eye and leans over to Eve. "This is a magician's yearly task. It's also how the city celebrates the new year. The fountain doesn't dry up and the flowers bloom, showing luck and prosperity to come. The people start a festival in the town square by sunrise."

Eve opens her eyes and turns to her mentor. The crystals and everything still was glowing as she did so. "Wha- Wow~!! What a happy new year! May the area be blessed for centuries more, hehe~!" . . .

And, another memory pops up. This one is where Eve and Yamehl both were working in his shop. It was a very warm day, the wind that came in through the windows and door was hot.

Neither Eve or her mentor could wear as many layers as they normally would. Yamehl took off his robe and Eve had rolled up her sleeves of a white button up she brought, showing off lines of white artwork wrapped around her forearms. Eve was standing by the counter reading offhand, and being the face to greet people. Her mentor was behind her, organizing things away on shelves and in drawers.

A lady was just leaving with something for her bad sleep, she was a regular Eve got to know well. Eve waved her farewell and continued to read up on a spellbook Yamehl had lent her. She had learned that the magicians' small hut was used as a shop, home, and library for whoever was the next generations.

It was cozy. There was a bit of clutter of materials, mostly on a desk tucked into a corner. There were different charms tied around colorful banners on the ceiling. Old relics were placed on top of a large cabinet, full of jars and herbs behind the shop counter. Everything else seemed clean and warm, especially with their living space and dining room seen from smaller rooms with no dividing wall between anything. It felt like home. She felt like she could marvel at it forever.

Her mentor turns to Eve and looks at what she's reading. He sets more books and papers beside her on the counter. "You've been a great help around the shop, there's only a few more orders so you're free to relax."

Eve holds up the book and places her thumbs in it to mark the page she was on, closing it slightly. "Oh thank you Yamehl! I don't mind staying at the counter though in case someone comes in. I'm just reaaally interested in memorizing a few remedies." She opens and goes back to staring at the book deep in concentration.

Her mentor leans over, chuckling, and rubs Eve's head. She looks up from the book, distracted by his head patting. "Well, my little apprentice, you have a lot to learn, but you've already been making much progress. I think you'll know just about everything I know in a few more years.... Maybe you can use that knowledge when you return home."

Eve puts down the book to face Yamehl. She takes both of his hands in hers, she swings them lightly together. "You know I'll come back here, this is my home, silly~! Promise! I wish I could stay, but I know I can't forever...."

Eve's mentor guides his hands out of hers. He moves them up to brush her shoulders, looking at Eve and how much she's grown at that time. It has been a long journey for Eve to get to this point, but Yamehl sees her as a wise, exuberant, and still an innocent girl.

Yamehl conveys that to her, in a deep and sincere tone. "You're very strong Eve. Never forget your purpose here, or why you are the way you are. You're perfect. I hope you'll indeed return. Don't forget about us so quickly, alright?"

Eve draws herself closer to be enveloped in her mentors arms, in a warm, friendly hug. She squeezes the taller man's sides, acting as if she's never let go. "You'll be in my thoughts and heart forever! I'll never forget you! You're my best friend and mentor, Yamehl!"

Yamehl held Eve there, for what seemed like minutes. Her vision beams up at the man who wore a sad smile. He reaches over with one hand for the stack he brought previously. Grabbing for a trinket on top of the stack. Two necklaces with bright misty crystals were brought to Eve's attention. She was given one of them. "Keep this with you so we can always be together.... This will let us com-...." . . .

The image changed suddenly, trying to not replay the last part. It was suddenly dark in the shop. It was night, and a dreadful night for Eve from what she felt. She couldn't see anything except a blurry, watery vision of Yamehl in front of her. She couldn't see his eyes.

Yamehl seemed to have brought Eve into a tight hug sitting on the floor of his shop. He speaks, but it came out as an altered echo. "... It's okay. I promise you're okay. Nothing is wrong with you. I'll explain why you're suddenly changing...."

Eve is unable to speak. Even reliving the moments she suddenly is struck by strong senses of fear and dread. Then, in her sudden panic, her skin slowly pulsed in a dim, white light. She jolted as her skin would uncharacteristically change, frightful of herself.

Yamehl still remains unfazed, he only brings her in tighter. He moves in slightly but still keeping one arm wrapped around Eve's huddled frame. He lets his free hand brush her hair slightly.

Yamehl lets Eve cry for a moment, saddened, and placing his chin on the top of her head lightly. "You're like me. You're a magician. Your soul is different from others out there. It's... still normal. It's not something you did wrong, or right. You were just born with this and I'll explain everything when you are more calm...."

Eve couldn't respond. She tried, but all she could was gasp for air. After failing to say anything, all she could muster out were two words. "I-... I'm hic- s- sorry..."

Yamehl pats her head with one hand and hugs her tightly with the other. He then used the sleeve of his robe to gently wipe Eve's face of tears. "It's alright. No matter what happens... scary, odd... I'm here with you. You're not alone, I just want you to know this...." . . .

Eve, finally out of her trance and is back at her own apartment, sadly nowhere near Yamehl. She missed him so much even though it wasn't a year yet since she last saw him. It felt like years gone by just reliving a few fleeting memories. She felt terrible now, emotionally, and physically from the effects.

The man immediately snaps Eve out of her state, asking sternly. "What did he give you? One of the memories had a necklace...."

Eve was still out of it slightly, looking at him confused. She almost didn't understand at first. "The... c- communicator. We use it if we don't talk for awhile. I didn't want you to know so soon, in case I shouldn't trust you... I also wanted to tell him I'm at least okay...."

The agent scratches his head, a little disappointed that he couldn't inspect the communicator. He thinks of his next set of questions, and clears his throat. "So... You've known your mentor for a long while it seems."

Eve isn't looking at the agent anymore and is looking past him, unintentionally. He tilts his head curiously, leaning closer to meet Eve's eye. She couldn't concentrate, so she waved her hands to wait a moment for her. "Bleh~... Your ability is still making me feel sick...."

The agent's brows frown. He attempts to get closer to steady her, but Eve takes a step back. Sameer whips his head to the man and disappointedly scowls. Oddly enough, it seemed the tiger understood.

The agent keeps his hands out, showing no threat, or sudden movement. "Sorry, you had a lot of overwhelming emotions when looking into your memories. It might have made you recall everything you felt. From what I can tell, the last part was from a long time ago, but it came in very strong in your mind."

The man calmly stands. He's not doing anything Sameer would disapprove of, besides being there. He looks from the snowy tiger back up at Eve. The man sees she's still struggling a bit. She takes a moment, holding her head to stop it from spinning.

Eve answers him and explains. "Okay... sigh, and yes, I've known my mentor since I was 19. I've known my designer for longer, but they didn't learn about my abilities till I could control them better, when I returned after finding the town. After that, I would either spend a few trips out of the year, or a full year in the desert. It's like home...."

The agent breathes out, lifting a hand up and one on his heart. He swears. "I promise I won't mention it in the report, but you'll have to come up with something else to explain why you might know some things."

Eve thinks, placing a finger to her cheek. She informs the agent. "I'll say... I've searched the world and have found a few books that saved my life! I have some books my mentor let me keep. I'll use those! I'll never say where exactly, because... I found them in little nooks around the world! Just like the desert, there's towns and villages all over the world that might have traces of magic. They won't have many findings about them either."

The agent brushes it off, finding it acceptable enough. "It's an okay plan. They might ask you how you manage to find some, and where. Be prepare for the questions they might ask about it"

Eve frowns in more worry. "I could maybe ask my mentor... I really don't want this organization prying in any other places that are keeping the old ways that aren't harmful. I'll say that, and just hope they also won't go after other places because of me. I don't want any tranquil life to break. It could cause problems!"

The agent clasps his hands together, settled. He understands her concern, only hope they'll be on the same page now. "How honorable. Well, I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll write the report tomorrow. I'll be just recording your knowledge of 'magic' as you use your powers. I'll have to record any books, or odd devices and objects you use that have 'magical properties'. For now, you should sleep and get some rest for tomorrow."

Eve instead walks to the closet and starts taking out clothes. "We leave tomorrow. I should probably start packing instead, I guess...." Eve points to her door, leading to her living room. "Would you like some tea, or something, Mr...?"

The man looks away casually. "I'm alright. And, it's Agent Grey. Don't toy, sadly, I took the name that they suggested to me...."

Eve giggles, Sameer watching her perk up. Eve hums innocently. "Why? Hehe, it's very fitting, Mr. Agent Grey."

He whips his head back, barking like giving order. "It's just 'Agent Grey'. Don't need the extra, unnecessary formalities."

Eve lightheartedly beams, giving a nosy grin. "Hehe, sorry, just teasing." Eve gets a bit nervous again, not able to get past an intruder who is making her move out. She's even up and telling them about sorcery and magic. She was filled with emotions, she just couldn't process which at the moment.

Eve smiles, looking up for a moment, but then nervously looking away. Agent Grey rolls his eyes and leans to one leg, trying to get her attention once more. "Can you show me the books and things you've mentioned?"

Eve gives a short nod waves her hand to get closer the doorway of a large closet. In there, clothes and accessories were originally on top, but below were wooden, mysterious boxes.

Two odd boxes, both with very intricate and complex looking patterns on them. A small, old family photo was sitting on a bigger box. From what Agent Grey saw, it was the only picture she had around. No other family photos, none of even her, or her and Sam framed anywhere.

Eve moves the old picture carefully on top of the smaller box. She seats herself on the floor in front of the large, mysterious chest, and turns to the agent. "I actually found a lot of stuff in the desert, like this cool puzzle box! It was so fascinating, I took it apart and rebuilt it, then made a bigger one! I have books, plants, earths, and odd other findings kept safe inside them."

Eve starts to move panels, and slide pieces onto each other. She lifts a few panels on the sides and slides them up. She glided her hands around the box till the top started to open, and a top of a chest was able to be lifted up and opened.

Eve slowly takes a few objects and books out of the now open box, explaining. "So, just for the record... When someone makes a spell or potion, if it's a normal human, they still can't make the recipe correctly. Even without using their magic directly, magicians can make medicines to cure a whole array of things. I have a few ingredients, along with a lot of healing waters in the box. Never had to use them much, they do great with cuts though! Basically heals without scarring."

Eve takes one out a small bottle of water and gives it to the agent. He inspects the clear, slightly blue liquid inside. It seemed not that much out of the ordinary in appearance. Eve then giggles, getting his attention. "Why don't you use it on your legs..."

Agent Grey didn't know how to exactly use it, so he opened it up and eyed Eve as she ushered him to try it. He bends down, taking off this fresh wrap, but keeping his eyes on Eve. He was making sure he wasn't doing anything weird, but it was already weird to him.

Agent Grey coated his hand with the water and rubbed it on, then poured a bit on both legs. He saw the open scarring be sealed off as he was rubbing his legs. It seemed like they were nearly healed over. He still wasn't thrilled having to use it in the first place, but then again it is nice to not get more scarring all over his legs.

Agent Grey looks at Eve a little impressed, but wasn't going to mention it. He goes to the closet to sit next to the chest with Eve. He inspected inside on his own, peering at unidentifiable objects, and some that just looked ordinary. He takes out a large pill-shaped glass. Inside was a colored gas and a flint encased in a smaller glass tube in the middle. "What are these large capsules for?"

Eve beams and waves her hands and fingers in a flourish. She idols her hands, gesturing at the capsule in the agent's. "I made these. It's a gas or liquid, with a closed off flint in the center. Each one makes a different colored flame when broken. Like the gems and herbs I use in my memory, but with chemical engineering!"

It was something to be impressed about, that was her own design. She spent a lot of time between the desert and cities to tinker with magic and science. The agent looks at her and curiously draws out. "How... did you come up with that?"

Eve nods and clasps her hands together excitedly. "I took A LOT of college courses over a period of time online. When I first came back to Japan, I thought of using what I was learning in classes to make tools that assimilated magic. The capsules are like a spell that people can see. And, people know it's not actually magic."

"That's pretty interesting. You're very smart and creative." Agent Grey holds the fire capsule and inspects it very carefully. "Pretty assembled and well crafted. Isn't this dangerous?" He turns back to Eve.

Eve snatches the fire capsule from the agent's hands carefully. "Not when I can control the flame now anyways. Just don't smash it regardless. I've been learning to use elements naturally like my mentor. So far, I can use a lot of different elements, or even create random occurrences."

Agent Grey seems intrigued. He leans in a bit, cocking his head to one side. "Like?"

Eve flashes a crescent-shaped smile. Miracles could happen with a bit of hope and magic. She innocently beams. "... I've made animals appear before."

Agent Grey just scrunches his face at Eve in a confused manner. He didn't want to ask how, he didn't need to know. He grabs a book. "Hm. Can I read this?" He asked, holding it up in question.

Eve just looks at him, eye lit in wonder. She wondered the same question. "If you can, that is. It's texts I don't think you would know. Some of the books are written in different texts. Even dead languages, and not just Latin."

The agent flips through pages and looks. He then immediately closes the book and places it back on top of the stack Eve made. "I see, noted. If they ask about books, they might ask you to bring them in to be analyzed."

Eve paused to think. She gives the agent a worried look. She then looks and slides though all the faces of her books. "Some of them might link them to the town... I just hope they won't go there. The herbal medicine books I'll just keep for now. The books that are mostly about general magic they would want those more anyways. They're part of an old collection, not all were written in the same place."

Eve takes half of the small stack of books away and slides the rest for Agent Grey to look at. He opens them again, just flipping through some of the pictures of rare plants, elements, people, and diagrams inside. Eve grins in some small satisfaction. "There. That way, there's a few different languages to sort through, than just the town's."

Eve starts with taking all the belongings from her closet, clothes and magical belongings. Agent Grey observes Eve, watching her as she pays no mind to him now. He pipes in after a long while of silence. "Do you need help with anything? You still need rest for tomorrow." He hums in question.

Eve twirls around with a book in her hand. She waves dismissively with the other, being carefree and lax. "I'll sleep on the plane~. Plenty of time! Oh, before we go, I have to make a video in the morning. I won't say anything, but that I can't make music my primary anymore. Unless I can get access to a rooftop, and time off to perform." After what happened, Eve was too restless to try to go back to sleep.

The man waves and brushes Eve off casually, as he looked like he was about to fall asleep. "Okay. Carry on then. If you need any help, just let me know."

Eve rolls her eyes and lightly chuckles. "Well, if you can't help prevent me from leaving, relax or rest for a while." She then darts away to go find boxes and whatever storage she has.

It no longer was a quiet night for Eve. Nor did daybreak bring much rest. Eve offered the agent breakfast before they all had to leave, with a van and moving truck to the airport. Before she ran short on time, Eve's announcement of another hiatus was posted for however long she was working in a different field of helping people. Which she only hoped was true, given no idea of her own reason for leaving, but she persuaded it to sound important even without details.

Not happy about having to do this in the first place, then having to be led down a different and new path directed by others Eve didn't know. Eve worried about what was on the line if information was ever put into the wrong hands. She didn't know what society would be taking people like her for. Everything felt unclear, and too confusing for Eve. Could she really do this? Could she really start a new life in a secret agency? Eve was taking one step after the other, to a new adventure that was calling to her.

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