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I met God and He’s a Bonehead
Summary: While dragging his injured brother through the woods after an ambush, Red runs into a mysterious skeleton called Sans. (yes, this is a first meet story.)
Warnings: some semi-graphic descriptions of Edge being injured, including broken bones.
This is inspired by days 5 and 6 fantasy prompt for Kustard week, Fairy King/Queen and Forest God. I had a lot of fun with it, I hope y’all do too :) Also note that despite the lighthearted title, this fic is a bit heavy in some places. I tried to balance it.
Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading, I appreciate it.
Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41623497
Red wasn’t strong enough for this. He wasn’t in shape enough to jog through the forest on his own, let alone when he was pulling so much dead weight. He shifted his grip on Edge’s breastplate, pulling Edge higher up on his back. His legs dragged on the ground behind Red, catching on every tree root in their path. Red was getting yanked off balance with every step, and he almost dropped Edge again as Edge’s pants got hooked on a low-hanging branch.
“Motherfucker!” Red jerked to the side, the pants tore. Edge groaned as he was jostled, and Red felt him tense up. “Shit, sorry boss.”
Red reached up with one hand, patting Edge’s right shoulder. He ran his hand down Edge’s arm, and sighed in relief. Edge’s scarf was still holding his arm in place. Red felt the place where Edge’s bone was out of place, and quickly pulled his hand back. He wiped it on his jacket, and then reached up again to tap Edge’s skull. The wound on his head had stopped bleeding, but Edge still wasn’t waking up.
He had wasted too much time, he needed to move his bony ass. His adrenaline was wearing off, and Red wasn’t really running any more. He was trying to move as fast as he could, but his legs were shaking, and the joints in his fingers ached. He looked behind him as best he could with his brother lying on his back, but he didn’t see anyone.
There was no way he wasn’t being followed, though. It wasn’t easy to ambush a royal guard, and Red had seen at least six monsters jump out of the trees before he and Edge had been buried in attacks. If Red didn’t find a safe place to hide and heal, he and Edge would be taken or dusted. Red wasn’t sure which option was worse.
Hell, he wasn’t even sure where he was going any more. This wasn’t their usual patrol route, and the snowy forest was unfamiliar. Red was just pushing through trees at this point, trying to get further away from where they’d been attacked. He couldn’t hunker down too close by, or they would be found.
Suddenly, Red felt a prickle in his spine. He was being watched. He could feel it.
Red carefully laid Edge down against a tree trunk, and summoned a sharpened bone attack. He held it underneath his hand close to his body, so it would be hidden until someone tried to lunge at him. He stepped in front of Edge, looking around.
“Is that any way to greet a new pal?”
Red whirled around, swinging his bone at the voice behind his shoulder. A few sparkles of blue magic danced over the bone, but it didn’t make contact with anything. The wild swing made him stumble, and Red took a step forward to balance again.
“Show yourself you fucking coward!” Red yelled, looking frantically around. Whoever this monster was, they were either incredibly fast or they could take shortcuts like he did. Neither option was promising.
“Well, since you asked so nicely…” A skeleton popped into existence right in front of him, standing right by Edge’s boots. He was wearing the kind of baggy blue hoodie Red would wear on a lazy day at home, and he had some kind of weird flower crown on his head.
Red swung his bone again, aiming for the side of the weirdo’s skull.
The skeleton caught it like it was nothing, holding the clubbed top of the bone between two fingers. He looked at it, hummed, then looked back at Red. “Hey, that’s a pretty nice bone buddy, but this is getting old. Let’s try a new bit. You like knock knock jokes?”
Red stared at him in shock. He leaned back a bit, trying to pull the bone back to himself. The skeleton didn’t let go.
“Knock knock.” The skeleton grinned. Red wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. It was too mischievous, and entirely too light-hearted for what was going on.
After a minute, the skeleton leaned in and raised his other hand over his mouth, like he was stage whispering to Red. “This is the part where you say ‘who’s there’.”
Red clearly wasn’t getting out of this another way, so he decided to play along. “Who’s there.”
“Broken pencil.”
“Broken pencil who?” Red asked, trying to pry his bone attack loose from Sans’ grip again.
“Ah forget it, it’s point-less.”
The punchline caught Red off guard, and he actually laughed a bit. He quickly caught himself, glaring at Sans. Sans just kept smiling back, but the look in his eyelights seemed more amused than before.
“Who are you?” Red demanded.
“Sans.” The skeleton—Sans—held out his hand. “Sans the skeleton.”
“Red.” Red stuffed his free hand into the pocket of his shorts. “Also skeleton.”
“Heh, yeah, I got that part.”
“Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I need to get going. If the fuckers coming after me find you here, they’re gonna—”
“Are you sure about that?” Sans asked, tilting his head a bit.
“What?”
“Are you sure they’re going to find me? Look around.”
Red didn’t usually take orders from anyone but his brother, but this time, he did what Sans told him to do. He shut his mouth and looked around again, listening intently.
The forest was quiet. Totally quiet. No screams in the distance, no taunting laughter of another monster closing in on him… Nothing, not even the sounds of animals.
“What the fuck?” Red asked, his tone suddenly far more hushed. He wasn’t an idiot. There was either something fundamentally wrong with this part of the forest, or a big predator on the move. Red couldn’t risk being caught if it was the second option.
“Yeah, you aren’t in Kansas any more Toto.” Sans waved his hand, and the forest around them shifted.
Suddenly, the wintry forest around them changed into something Red had never seen before. The trees all had leaves, vibrant shades of red and orange and yellow surrounding them. The pine trees were still green, but the shade was softer and more alive. A breeze rustled the leaves on the tops of the trees, and Red could swear he smelled cinnamon in the air.
“This is my place you walked into,” Sans said, sounding way too casual for Red’s comfort. “No one will find you or me here. They can’t get into this exclusive club.” He looked down at Edge, who was still unconscious. “I can heal that guy if you want.”
Red blinked. “Huh?”
“That guy.” Sans pointed at Edge. “The one you were dragging here. I can heal him up. He needs to wake up on his own, but I can at least close those cracks.”
Red let go of his bone and stepped back. “No fucking way am I letting you get near him.”
“Why not?” Sans stepped closer, and Red felt a prickling sensation run over him, from his hands down to his feet. “You’ve seen what I can do. Come on, let me at him. He’ll be good in no time.”
Red didn’t care what Sans was; he got up in Sans’ face and shook his clawed phalange right in front of Sans’ eye socket. “Do you think I’m still in stripes? I’m not going to let you do anything when I don’t know what you want in exchange! So come on, spit out your terms before I beat them out of you.”
Sans looked at Red for a few seconds, clearly thinking his words over. “Okay, then be my champion.”
More fucking riddles. Great. “The fuck does that mean?”
“I dunno.” Sans shrugged, and Red had to remind himself that trying to strangle this guy was probably a bad idea. “The only other being like me is my brother, and he hasn’t had a champion before. I know that old gods used to have tons of champions but nothing is really clear about what they do besides fight in your name. But I’m not really a fighting kind of guy. Why don’t you just come back, and we’ll chill out?”
“That’s it? No other tricks? You just want to hang out with someone? Fucking desperate.” Red snorted derisively.
Sans just shrugged again. “Eh, maybe. I’ve always been a lazybones, and you’re the first person to stumble across my place in a while. It’s easier for me to get you to come back.”
“Is there something else that could kill me in here?”
Sans sighed, but he spoke before Red could yell at him for being a condescending asswipe. “No harm will come to you when you’re in my part of the forest. Not from me, or from my brother.”
“Now, let me hold up my end of the deal.” Sans rolled his shoulders, the bones cracking a bit. He closed his eyes, and took a step back.
Suddenly, Red’s head began spinning. His vision blurred, and he felt like he’d just been rolled through the entire underground in a barrel. He closed his eyes and knelt down, grabbing on to Edge for stability. The feeling just got worse and worse. Red felt like he was going to dust from the pressure. Fuck, this was why you didn’t make deals with random strangers—
Everything stopped. Red sat up, rubbing his eyes. He somehow felt both like he’d run a marathon, and that he’d been asleep for fifty years. There was a sour aftertaste in his mouth, and he spat on the ground next to him.
“Nuuurgh.”
Red looked over at Edge. His eyes widened. The top of Edge’s skull was totally smooth; only the three scars that had been there for years remained. His arm had clearly been healed too, all of the bones were back in place. Even the superficial cuts and bruises on other parts of Edge’s body had been healed.
Red glanced at his own hands, and noticed the mark from where he’d grabbed an enemy’s attack was gone.
“What happened…” Edge sat up, rubbing his face.
Red moved back, giving him some space. “Uh…”
“Red?” Edge’s focus instantly sharpened, turning to him. “What’s going on? Are you hurt? Where are we?”
“Relax, boss.” Red put up his hands, his brain scrambling to think of a lie. It wasn’t usually this hard, but he was still tired and confused by what had just happened. “We’re safe. I was getting us both back to Snowdin the long way, but you weren’t doing so hot. Lucky for me, I found… a stash of healing supplies.” Red kept his poker face up, even as Edge’s glare bored into his soul. “Probably from one of the smugglers out here or something. Anyways, I fed you all of their stuff, then popped a couple of candies myself just before you woke up.”
Edge looked Red over, then looked at the trees around them. “Where was it hidden?”
“Up in one of the trees, but they had set up a branch so that if you pulled it, the stuff would fall down. Heh, probably didn’t want to try to climb a tree while they were bleeding.” Red stood up, ignoring his bones’ creaking protest. “We should probably get going, boss. Gotta get back home.”
Their height difference meant that even when Edge was sitting on the ground, Red was still barely taller than him. Red held on to that feeling of being taller though, doing his best to protect assurance, confidence, anything that would make Edge believe him. Or at least not ask any questions right now.
Edge nodded, and grabbed Red’s shoulder. He ignored Red’s yelp, using Red as a grip to pull himself up.
“We have to make a report to Undyne first, but I suppose I can do that while you go home. Straight home, not to Grillby’s.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Red was longing for some mustard, but he knew better than to argue right now.
He kept quiet, letting Edge lead the way through the woods. Neither of them really knew where they were going, but Edge had always liked puzzles and maps, so Red figured he could find their way out. Red glanced back a few times, but he didn’t see anything, and the trees where he’d met Sans quickly disappeared behind others.
Once they were about five minutes away, Red subtly scratched a line on one of the trees, angled so it was pointing back at the group of trees. If he was going to need to find his way back here, the least he could do was leave himself a clue.
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Febuwhump Day 7: Used as an Experiment alt: Trapped Under a Collapsed Building
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Characters/Ship: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet
Triggers/Content warnings: Claustrophobia
How loud his footsteps sound in the ruins of once-grand Garlemald's greatest city. Sanson subconsciously keeps his steps as light as possible to avoid drawing attention from prowling tempered citizens - and perhaps from magitek; he cannot claim to know enough about them to know if there are any among them that detect sound. He's seen them patrolling the rubble, moving ghostlike through the snowy air, and he and Guydelot have kept their distance. Searching for supplies amidst the ruins is dangerous enough without drawing attention from the steel sentries.
"Seems a waste of time." Guydelot's voice nearly makes Sanson jump out of his skin. The bard continues, "It's all picked over by now anyhow, ain't it? The refugees in Tertium must've combed it all by now."
"Not all," Sanson replies, half-whispering. "And keep your voice down."
Guydelot snorts. "Gotta be the first time anyone's said that to me in a while." But he complies, speaking as softly as possible.
They move silently, communicating with glances and nods, deeper into the ruins. Sanson peers through shattered windows and over crumbling walls; Guydelot sifts through rubble and examines broken-down magitek. For all their searching, they find little - as Guydelot pointed out, much of the city has been scoured by refugees with far better ideas as to where to find supplies, but Sanson refuses to return completely empty-handed; there must be something...
"Look," he whispers, approaching one of the few buildings left standing. "Do you suppose-"
"It's a bloody deathtrap, Chief; look at it." The bard nods toward the building's walls, cracked and crumbling; the roof above appears sunken. "Besides, the windows're busted; if there's anything in there, someone's already been at it."
Determined, Sanson approaches one of the broken windows, himself. "A quick look won't hurt, surely." He prepares to climb in. "Keep watch."
"'Keep watch,' he says," Guydelot mutters, drawing his bow. "Be quick and careful about it, eh? We've only got a bell or two of daylight left."
Sanson drops lightly to the dust-caked tiles inside the window, peering around through the growing shadows. A store, perhaps? Small and squat, with shelves long since emptied of product and left to fill with dust. Curious, Sanson walks between the shelves, stepping over empty bottles and vials that litter the floor - medicines; this place sold medicines. No wonder it was quickly looted in the days following the outbreak of civil war, when such things would have been in high demand among the Garleans, with no conjurers to-
A loud crack tears Sanson from his thoughts. His first instinct is to fear for Guydelot, left alone outside... but then the support beam near one of the shelves snaps in two, and the ceiling above begins to collapse in on top of him. After a moment of panic, Sanson darts between two shelves, relying on their dubious strength to protect him. They yield beneath the crushing weight from above, leaning in toward one another, buckling against each other...
...and forming a small protected space, in which the captain cowers, shivering with nervous adrenaline.
Oh, thank the Matron.
When the worst of the roaring collapse fades, Sanson's ears continue ringing - but somewhere beyond it, he hears Guydelot shouting.
Damn it, Guydelot, keep your voice down!
Choking on dust, surrounded by darkness and rubble, Sanson tries to feel his way out - but no, there are walls on all sides, the remnants of the roof, heavy with snow. Snowmelt drips onto his coat from an unseen source above. His eyes adjust to the darkness, revealing small pinpricks of light and air - but no escape. Sanson forces himself to breath slowly, refusing to surrender to panic. He is as safe here as he can possibly be, given the circumstances. Only panicking can worsen his situation.
"Sanson! Sanson!"
And not only his panicking.
"Guydelot," he tries, then coughs. Again: "Guydelot. I'm alright-"
"Sanson!" The sound of Guydelot scrabbling over the rubble, hauling at the heavy stones of the walls that make up Sanson's prison. "Don't move; I'm gonna get you out of-"
He knows it is only an illusion, but Sanson feels suddenly as though it's harder to breathe; as though he has no air. "Guydelot, go get help-"
"Like hells," the bard snaps, grunting as he works, digging into the ruins with his bare hands. "This close to nightfall, this far from camp, you think I'm gonna leave you alone under there?" He hisses as he snags his hand on something, but continues to work, undaunted, unyielding.
Trapped beneath the rubble, Sanson shakes his head. "Don't be-"
"Save your breath, Sanson," Guydelot says, pressing on. "This'll take a minute."
A minute, he says, with magitek drones patrolling the area, and the Twelve alone know what else. Sanson grits his teeth, inching toward the sound of Guydelot's scrabbling, and begins trying to clear the way from his own side as well - if the bard won't retreat, then the best he can do is either aid the man in freeing him... or collapse the whole damn structure on himself and render the whole problem moot.
They work in silence, with torturous slowness.
Rock by rock, tile by tile, metal rod by metal rod, they clear at last a small hole - through which Sanson can see the sky, and Guydelot's terrified, dirt-smeared face. He slips a hand through and the bard clasps it, squeezing tight between gloves that have been worn ragged by digging. "I'll get you out of there, Chief," Guydelot promises, then releases Sanson's hands, redoubling his efforts, clawing at the edges of the hole to widen it. Every move sends yet more rubble cascading down into Sanson's prison, but ilm by ilm, they make progress, until-
Guydelot seizes both of Sanson's hands, dragging him out of his small prison by main force, directly into Guydelot's arms.
They lay shivering together in the dark; the sun has been gone for bells now.
Sanson alternates between gulping at the free air and burying his face against Guydelot's neck. He cannot decide which he wants to breathe in.
"I didn't even find anything," he mutters. "All that, and I didn't even-"
"Never mind." Guydelot staggers to his feet, exhausted, and offers him a hand up. "Let's get back to camp before they send out a search party, eh?"
"If they haven't already," Sanson agrees, taking the offered hand. "Can we agree not to tell Eve about this?"
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FLUSTERED. Lawrence
request: Hiii! can I get a Lawrence imagine where the reader tells Judy that she likes Lawrence, and they have a moment together where she reveals she likes him after judy tells her to. Maybe it’s just really fluffy and he’s kinda shocked and is embarrassed/flustered?
warnings: female pronouns, everyone is alive in this, Lawrence is obviously a little ooc as he’s usually very confident.
Word count: 1,775
Your arrival to the school was somewhat of a strange one. Was it good? Bad? There were positives, reuniting with Judy and meeting the benevolent and rather… attractive men and women in her group. And not to mention finally being swarmed and surrounded with other humans. Isolation was terrible in an apocalyptic world, it was bad enough feeling lonely in a normal situation, but being alone whilst surrounded by zombies? It was strange and macabre. Death gloomed at every corner, leaking through each little crack of safety, disturbing the previously peaceful world. The negatives? Well, Scarlett mostly. Though, you were sure she was probably just frightened, her emotions getting the best of her. You couldn’t blame her, at a time like this.
You would quickly settle into the group, offering help and assisting on patrols on nightwatches, earning you keep. Your relationship with Judy blossomed, your friendship as strong as ever. Her happiness really stood out against the bleakness. It was… refreshing. You also began to grow closer to the group’s leader, Lawrence. He was undeniably beautiful, his dishevelled chestnut hair, russet eyes surrounded by dark, long lashes and his pale smooth skin was very attractive to you. Every time he would smile at you, the myriad of butterflies would explode in your stomach. A sense of familiarity irked you. You were sure you remembered him from somewhere, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. So, you decided to confide in Judy.
“Ah! So you do like him!”
Judy exclaimed, an excited twinkle in her eyes. You felt a flush rise to your face.
“I-I’m not saying I like him, I just… find him attractive.”
Your sentence had trailed off into a mumble. You were currently sitting in your shared classroom, resting after a long day of patrolling. Judy had noticed your shy body language around Lawrence, and decided to go into her detective mode and uncover the truth. She nodded in response, waiting for you to continue, which makes you sigh softly and decide to just tell her how you feel exactly.
“Well, I don’t know… I seem to remember him from somewhere, but I can’t remember where from, exactly. And I am attracted to him, I mean he’s really beautiful, and kind. I think he’s a perfect leader for us. It’s just, I wouldn’t be able to express this to him. He’s kind of… intimidating.”
Judy chuckled shortly,
“Look, y/n! I think you should just talk to him, bring it up casually. Maybe he feels the same, I would be surprised if he didn’t. And you only find him intimidating because you’re nervous. Maybe you should try flirting with him?”
You smiled lightly and nodded,
“I suppose… I’ll try in the morning. Thank you, Judy.”
She grinned sweetly and nodded, and both of you eventually drifted off to sleep.
The morning finally came around, sun beams peeped through the battered old blinds that covered the windows. You stirred slightly, a soft exhale leaving your lips as you awoke. You hurriedly dressed and got ready, rushing to classroom 1-C, where Lawrence was usually, preparing for the day. He was always up before everyone else, he was the leader after all.
You slid the door to the classroom open, instantly Lawrence, fussing over today’s rations. He turns his head to the sound of the door opening, and he greets you with his usual adorable smile.
“Good morning, y/n. You’re up early.”
He spoke, turning away from you and returning to the desk that he was working at. He felt your eyes burning into him, carefully observing him as you slowly approached him.
“Well, so are you.”
You replied swiftly, standing by his side.
“Anything I can do to help?”
You asked, gesturing to the breakfast he was sorting out for the group. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, he shook his head, his chestnut locks framing his face.
“That’s alright, I’m just finishing up anyway.”
You nod, offering him a small smile. You sat at a desk next to him, biting your lip as a silence engulfed the room. You shifted slightly, eyes trailing over the busy male.
“you know…” You begin, and Lawrence’s russet orbs flicker over to you, “I recognise you, from before all this.”
He smirks lightly, turning his focus onto you as he leans against a desk.
“Oh? Is that so?”
You nod,
“Mm, but I can’t remember where from exactly.”
He simply crosses his arms, and you take a step towards him, eyes scanning him, desperate to try and recall. The glint in his eyes told you that he seemed to remember. He feels his face heating up lightly at your closeness. He remembered you, of course, and his heart fluttered like a pair of wings on a snowy white dove at the thought you also remembering him. You let out a sigh and pout,
“Won’t you tell me?” You ask, watching the soft, rose blush increase across his pale face as you leant closer to him, resting you head on his shoulder. He tensed lightly at you touch, but quickly relaxed. He chuckled and shook his head.
“I guess you’ll just have to try harder to remember, hm?”
He pulled away from you as Eugene and Zion entered 1-C, whining about being hungry.
You and Lawrence didn’t have any other… moments together for a while, to your (and Judy’s) disappointment. That would change, however. He, you, Zion and Ethan were on a supply run. Ration were running dangerously low, and food was needed. So, here you all were, silently searching for grocery stores across a street that the group hadn’t raided yet. It was a dismal, grey day. Rainclouds and thunder loomed in the atmosphere. You were all slightly grateful for this however, the roars and groans of thunder acted as a shield for noise, allowing you to wander the streets with only a few zombies roaming around, not paying any attention to any of you. Lawrence stopped walking, gesturing for the group to come closer.
“There’s a grocery store over there. Let’s go in, everyone be on guard, okay? We can’t get ahead ourselves because there aren’t many zombies out here, anything could be lurking in there.”
You all nodded in response, grateful for Lawrence’s careful leadership skills. Ethan tightened his grip on his bat, and you all began making you way to the store. Lawrence peered into the glass windows in the door, furrowing his brows as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He nodded, signalling it seemed safe to go inside. You all entered the store slowly, eyes darting around for any wandering zombies.
“Alright, let’s spread out. Zion and Ethan, you two take the front of the store. Y/n, we’ll take the back.”
Your leader spoke, keeping his voice low and quiet. Ethan and Zion head to the back, and Lawrence leads you to the aisles in the back. You begin searching shelves, placing anything valuable into your bags. A sudden bolt of lightning crashes loudly and abruptly, practically making you jump out of your skin. You feel a hand on you shoulder, comforting you from the sudden rush of fear. You turn you head to see Lawrence.
“Are you alright?” He asks, and you hurriedly nod. You turn more towards him as the soft patter of rain hits the glass windows. This all seemed so familiar, being near Lawrence, surrounded by rain, the two of you alone. Then it hit you, that’s where you remember him from. He beams as you nod, and begins to turn away, going back to searching.
“Lawrence!”
You blurt out, and he faces you with a slight look of confusion. That night had never left your mind, before the apocalypse. You had lent Lawrence your umbrella on an inclement day, and after that, he lingered in your mind. He was undeniably handsome, and even though you hadn’t met or seen him since, you couldn’t but long to see him again, creating little fantasies in your mind. You stare at the male in front of you, watching him look at you with a raised eyebrow at your sudden outburst, to which you now stood silently in front of him. You think back to Judy’s encouragement to just tell Lawrence about you little crush, but you couldn’t find the words. it wouldn’t hurt to… show him, would it? You take a few steps forwards, and he in response takes a few uneasy steps back, his back hitting a, thankfully empty, shelf.
“uh, wha-“
You cut him off with a hesitant kiss, feeling him tense up, the kiss was over as quickly as it started as you pull away, noticing his flushed face.
“W-what was that for?”
He mumbled, avoiding your eyes as he pushes his glasses up into place.
“I remembered you.”
You reply swiftly,
“…and I, well, I kind of, have feelings for you, I’ve been attracted to you since we first met.”
Lawrence stays silent during your confession, leaning back against the pillar behind him. You grow nervous at his silence, mentally wishing he would say something.
“Sorry for kissing you… I got ahead of myself, I’ll just forget-”
He cuts you off by grabbing your wrist gently and clearing his throat. “No, no… it’s okay. I, ah, I… feel the same.”
A smile tugs at you lips as you lean into him, kissing him once again. He hesitantly hovers his hands over your body, before softly gripping at your waist, you hungrily push your body flush against him, nibbling gently on his lip. The kiss heats up slightly, your leg pushed between his, desperately gripping at each other as if you were each other’s lifeline. It was just your feelings for each other, the touch of another person was something you both craved, there was hardly any affection shared nowadays. You were interrupted by a loud “ew” to which you quickly separated and saw Zion watching you two with a smirk on his face.
“I was just going to say that Ethan and I are done, but… I see you’re busy.”
Lawrence flushes again, turning his head away from Zion’s cocky gaze.
“Uh, okay… Y/n and I are almost done, we can leave in a minute.”
The fiery haired male raises an eyebrow and replies with a simple,
“‘kay.”
He exits and you listen to his quiet footsteps retreating, whilst turning to Lawrence. He smiles sheepishly at you.
“I guess we should hurry up finish our search.”
You nod, a small smile resting on your lips as you continue searching the shelves with Lawrence.
“You know… You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
“…Shut up.”
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So here’s another CAW au. I think I talked about this one on another blog but I can’t remember. *shrugs* =I So I’ll do it here too since I’ve gotten more thoughts.
Fantasy winter dragon au! (Been inspired by at least two CAW fics where one had mermaid 3803 and another had shapeshifter wolf 1146).
It’s a Norse like setting where it’s typically snowy everywhere. Much of the land is basically a huge forest filled with white trees that can reach heights from normal size to 100 or more feet into the air.
The WBCs are really huge white dragons. Maybe they are the furry kind of dragons. Despite their massive size they can camouflage easily into their environment. Someone could walk past one if them and might not even realize it. They are flightless too. Much like their canon counterparts, they get around through hidden pathways. They’re excellent diggers and climbers so they’ll easily travel or borrow through new tunnels in the earth or in mountains.
They are semi divine in that the gods and demi gods have tasked them with the purpose of killing evil,monsters that threaten the balance of life. Creatures that can corrupt, devour or pollute all life. Basically your viruses. Dragons kill and eat them.
The common man is typically afraid of them thanks to tales of how savage they are and are capable of mowing down regular folk if it means the greater good.
3803 is a normal girl who was sold by her family to pay off their debts and is forced to be a slave under a brutal master. Thankfully she has some hope. If she can pay off her debts. She can be free. However being free means squat of she has no one and no job to support herself. She ends up applying for a job as a Red delivery woman. The delivery service is highly respected yet very dangerous. You have to transport (often alone and without protection) various packages containing medicine or spices or seeds and documents to far away villages through monster infested areas. Only the best survive and 3803 proves she’s among the worst. However the boss (lets say he’s 5963) has mercy on her. He also came from a similar background as her and gives her the chance to escape her hopeless situation and a reason to stay away from her abusive master as much as possible. If she can deliver a practice package to another village, he’ll train her and let her prove herself to take on more jobs to pay off her debt. When she’s free of them, she’ll have proven herself to have a high position at the service.
3803 meets 1146 when she’s sort of lost thanks to a blizzard and a nasty monster chases her off the path. It’s kind of a horrifying first meet. The monster swallows her alive. 1146 pops to kill the monster. Then he proceeds to feast on the carcass until he finds her and spits her out.
Yes I decided to one up the canon encounter (I can be so mean to my favorite characters).
He paused only long enough to assess she’s alive, if not slightly traumatized before going back to eating. She’s very shocked to say the least. It takes close to 30 minutes to gather her wits enough to process what happened. She’s always been a fan of the White Dragons ever since she was little so she’s more amazed then terrified of the dragon before her since it sinks in this creature saved her despite not having to. Afterall he (she thinks he’s a he) could have just swallowed or chewed her up along with the monster but he didn’t. After the creature nears the end of his meal, she thanks him both for saving her life and not eating her. The dragon just snorts like it’s surprised she thinks she’d make even a tasty snack fit him. She suddenly snaps out of her awe of the dragon by screaming so loud even the dragon gives a jolt. She proclaims she lost her package. Without it her life is doomed and Mr dragon might as well have eaten her. She scours the area for it and remembers she had it wgen the monster gulped her down. She’s so frazzled she pleads with the dragon to open his mouth so she can at least see if it’s stuck to any monster bits still in his mouth. 1146 looks like he just wants to run away really fast and far away from her right now since he’s not used to humans making demands, much less talking to him. But she’s crying now so he automatically obliges because he’s finding out he’s kind of weak to small things being sad. Luckily 3803 sees the packages sticking out under his tounge and reaches in to his jaws to grab it. She’s so happy she doesn’t even mind it’s covered in blood and guts (she is too but it hasn’t registered yet). She thanks 1146 even more now and he just awkwardly inches away until he can flee in even more awkwardness.
From then on she thinks that’s the coolest dragon ever!
He thinks she’s the weirdest human ever. Granted she’s the only one he’s ever interacted with. But she wasn’t bad either.
She some how makes her way back. Actually following the footprints and tracking 1146’s progress in the dark woods (she is a surprisingly decent enough tracker. She’s just still inexperienced). It ends up leading her a road where she comes across other delivery people and makes it to her destination. She goes back and forth wondering if the dragon did it on purpose to lead her out or he just didn’t care to leave quietly.
A few weeks later she wanders around lost again. But feeling a little better since other workers haven’t seen any monsters nearby lately where she’s going. She spots 1146 and runs over to say hi. But notices he looks a little distessed. He’s clawing at his jaws and even whimpering/growling a little in pain. She nearly surprises him into knocking into some trees when she asks what’s wrong. He’s still a bit awkward about interacting with her since he’s not used to handling fragile friendly humans who don’t seem to understand personal space. But she once again gets him with her earnest please to let her care about him (it’s been months since he’s seen his own friends. They’re still recovering in deep sleep from a nasty foe in the underworld and 1146 just had to be extra and not only recover faster but head out to patrol and fight again. He’s a little lonely). She easily deduces there’s something in his jaws he can’t pull out and asks to see. The pain is getting pretty annoying so he relents. She sees that a lot spikes and other monster parts are stuck in his gums. She decides with all the gusto she can muster to pull them out. Despite his worry she’ll hurt herself he lets her do it after she promises she won’t hurt herself. Worst thing that happens she can’t do anything and he’ll be on his way to suffer until it falls out on his own. She starts grabbing pieces and pulling them out with more strength then he expected. After a few hours (she had to take a few breaks. There were a lot and some were pretty tough to pull out) she has all of them out. She’s covered in saliva but otherwise full of joy she was helpful to him.
And that once again he didn’t eat her (he doesn’t know whether to be amused or flabbergasted she keeps thanking him for that).
She leaves and sets up camp because it’s late and her journey is a at least two weeks long. To her surprise the dragon doesn’t go away. He settles down to watch her clumsily make her tent and fix her fire. He even seems very interested when she starts explaining how to make a fire and how she keeps warm at night. When she wishes she had time to at least catch a meal instead of eating expired rations (she did not check her supplies as well as she should have). He leaves so silently she doesn’t even notice he left until he drops a dead deer in front of her. By morning she wakes up and she doesn’t realize where she is. It’s soft, warm, white and ground is breathing. She pops her head out to see she somehow ended up inside 1146’s fur coat.
He seems to offer to carry her the rest of the way when he gets up and starts walking to the direction she told him she was going last night before she can even untangle herself from his thick fur and climb out. As much as she appreciates it, her pride as a delivery woman will not allow any shortcuts like this. Plus no one would believe her she cut her journey time so short by riding on a dragon. He lets her down and follows her for a couple of days until he senses another monster nearby and leaves. From then on the two regularly see each other when she ventured outside her village alone.
Other stuff ~
Killer T’s and NK cells are also semi divine creatures made to combat evil monsters that threaten the balance. They each have different territories and specialized functions.
WBC dragons gave the same lifespan as a human, contrary to the legends of living thousands of years. 1146 is about 5 years older then 3803.
1146 can talk. When he does he initially confuses 3803 because she thinks some one new showed up and somehie they know her name. When she asks why he never talked before he replied he likes listening to her.
WBC dragons can shapeshift into human form. Some monsters are smaller and pretend to be humans. That’s when the form is useful for infiltrating society and killing the hunan pretender. 1146 has yet to even encounter such a monster so he’s never bothered to shapeshift into his human form. It also doesn’t help that dragons can’t turn him and on a full stomach since they can’t shift the size if their meal (they’d basically kill themselves if they had anything that a human couldn’t carry). In emergencies they can vomit their meals. But they are suppose to eat the carcass and 1146 has again never needed to be human.
3803’s master is secretly a pretender human. She has some shady business selling humans to monsters to eat. She’s based off the yellow bacteria (I forgot the name. The yellow one named after grapes). 3803 is her punching bag. She slaps and tells at 3893 and uses her as a punching bag whenever she feels like it. When 1146 starts noticing 3803 is covered in bruises and scars, he gets worried about her but 3803 doesn’t tell him anything.
1146 shows 3803 his human form one day when 3803 collapses on a very snowy day thanks to feeling sore from her master’s beatings. He turns human to hold her hand and lead her to a cavern where he tends to her injuries by following her directions in applying herbs from her delivery (she only allows him to use them when he promises he can find more).
1146 is very uneducated about humans so he’s often stiff, intimidating and easy to misunderstand when interacting with other humans. He also doesn’t know very well what a spoon is or other normal human things or behaviour (he’s like Ariel from the Little mermaid. Fascinated but not very informed).
Platelet s are fairies/elves that repair damaged environments.
Macrophages are the demi gods.
Dendretic is the divine messenger.
Sometimes the divine will asks humans to make delivers for them if there’s divine politics or privacy issues that prevent a divine being doing it themselves. Because 3803 is known thanks to her interactions with 1146. She starts getting regularly chosen to make deliveries in the divine realm for them. 1146 doesn’t like it since its even more dangerous for her and she can be forced into it. So he makes it a requirement he has to accompany her on every one of them.
When there’s a nasty blizzard trapping them in a cave. 3803 complains about being late. 1146 offers (as a dragon) to carry her inside his mouth because that’s how older dragons used to carry him and his friends around when they were babies (like a mom croc with her babies). 3803 thinks that’s very cute and thanks him. But no. Not happening. (But knowing her luck and 1146’s lack of understanding a humans discomfort over such things, it’ll probably happen at some point and she’ll just except it because she trusts 1146 so much). >_>
Ehh that’s it for now.
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CAW Anon... have you been cheating on me. XD
hehehe, I kid, I kid.
OH MY GOSH THIS IS SO CUTE AND ADORABLE AND FASCINATING AND OH MY GOSH YOU REALY SHOULD BE A FIC WRITER BECAUSE ALL OF THIS IS GOLDEN
I LOVE YOUR IDEAS AND YOUR HEADCANONS!!1
Seriously, this could make for a great multi chap story and it would be great to look at CAW in the eyes of the supernatural and magical.
#cells at work#hataraku saibou#caw#caw anon#anon ask#devintrinidad author#devintrinidad#devin trinidad author#devin trinidad#submission
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Winged!ATEEZ x Reader - Chapter 1 [Fantasy/College AU]
i had this idea for angel/winged!ateez (since we call them all demons anyway) and kinda spat this out on paper. lemme know what yall think and thank you in advance! (if the read more link doesn’t work again i’m sorry >< i’ll fix it)
[ CHAPTER ONE ] You never thought you’d receive a letter of acceptance into the University of Aerobic Arts and Physiology. And yet, here you were, wind buffeting your hair and snowy-checkered wings as you stood at the edge of the landing platform and stared out at the ocean before you. The waves hurled themselves over each other, foamy whitecaps almost spilling up over the platform. You winced and took a step back as the cold water splashed your sandals.
“You’ll do fine,” your mother said at your right. She smiled down at you, loving and proud. Her own black and white wings, almost identical to yours, shielded you both from the howling Pacific wind. “I believe in you. They accepted you for a reason. So go out there and show them they made the right decision.”
You smiled faintly to yourself at her words; she’d always been your #1 fan. “Thanks, mom.”
“I’ll accept your thanks when you get out there,” she said, nudging you forward. Her wingtips brushed against yours as you once again stood at the edge of the worn wooden platform. “Prove me right, y/n.”
You looked back at her, your hair curling and whipping in the wind, and gave her one last smile. “Okay.”
With that, you snapped open your wings and jumped into the sky.
The University of Aerobic Arts and Physiology was by far one of the most unique schools in the world. Built on the peak of a rock spire reaching thousands of feet above sea level, students were expected to fly miles from the American west coast into the middle of the Pacific in order to reach the campus itself, and that was only if you were accepted. You couldn’t help but wonder if your acceptance had been a mistake as you beat your wings against the updrafts, as you’d never considered yourself a particularly talented flier. Perhaps it was your wings themselves that got you accepted–owl wings were a rare occurrence, much less that of a snowy owl.
Your eyes flitted to the churning ocean below you. What if you never even made it to the campus? After all, the weather wasn’t sunny by any means, and even more clouds seemed to be rolling in from the south. You tilted your wings and looked back, but the landing platform, and more importantly, your mother, were already disappearing into the fog and sea smoke. You shook your head and continued on. This was your first test as a new student of the University, and you would not let your mother be proven wrong.
Time passed. How long had you been flying? Your wings ached, your lungs heaved, and your eyes were starting to burn from staring towards the sunset for so long. Every once in a while, you’d spot a tiny rock outcropping protruding from the sea, and would stop to rest, but these were becoming fewer and fewer as you progressed. Or maybe you were just getting tireder. Not only that, but the clouds seemed to be getting darker and darker. They glared down at your wobbly shape, silently placing bets on your tenacity. Still, you surged ahead.
And then it started to rain.
Fat, wet droplets splattered on your wings, and despite your best attempts to stay warm, you felt the water soaking in and chilling you to the bone. The water weighed you down, and you struggled to stay aloft. At some point, you remember kicking off your sandals, as they’d become sopping wet bricks strapped to your feet. Lightning pierced your immediate vision more than once. Just find one more outcropping. You had to, though flying blind through the downpour was proving more than difficult. Lightning struck again and again, and with every strike, more and more of your resolve dripped away. Thunder rattled your body, and the campus still had not come into view. Or had it?
You squinted. Something had begun to tower in the distance. A large rock wall reared up out of the fog, and you beat your wings harder, desperate to reach reprieve. You blinked, trying hard to see, but your muscles were beginning to give out, and you were dropping altitude. Fast.
In a final attempt to avoid hitting the ocean, you banked your wings and dove straight for the bottom of the approaching cliff, and as you instinctively used your wings to protect you from the fall, the dust and battering rain vanished, and you fell, quickly and silently, into the comforting void of exhaustion.
Once again, time passed. The wind and rain fought over your crumpled shape, tearing away loose feathers and berating you senseless. You’d collapsed right before a large rock boulder, onto a bed of gravel and sand that stuck to your wet skin and flight tunic, and the ocean balked at your bare feet, only barely touching the tips of your toes. It was clear the storm was not intent on regressing any time soon, and you were too busy being unconscious to do anything about it. Only the will of God or the voice of a cute boy could bring you out of your slumber, and lo and behold, one did.
“He… Hello?!” the voice of a patrolling student pierced the rumble of the storm, one who’d found the sudden upheaval of gravel and sand rather odd. He banked his own large chocolate wings and soared closer, the heavy rain seemingly weightless on his limbs. “Is someone there?!”
No response. He dove closer. “Hello?!”
It didn’t take long for him to make out your shape on the rocky shore. He immediately went in to land, stumbling a little as he ran up to your limp body. “Oh my god, are you okay?!”
You grit your teeth and groaned, trying to communicate to him that you were, in fact, alive. And yet, suddenly, you felt the ground drop out from under you. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
You coughed as you suddenly felt yourself being lifted and secured in his arms, your wings tucked in as close as he could make them. Rain continued to whirl around the two of you, and you could barely make out his face as he looked up and spread his large brown wings. You tried to clear your vision, wondering who had come to your rescue.
“Who… are..?”
He glanced down at you, his brown eyes making contact with yours. “Choi Jongho. Now hold on tight, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
thanks for reading! we’ll see how long this one lasts hahaha
comment if i should do more of this au because honestly i’m just taking shots in the dark here
#ughhghghghghgh i didnt really wanna post this#but its fine#ateez#atz#angels#jongho#kq fellaz#ateez au#ateez fics#winged!ateez#doubt i'll finish this one either#choi jongho#winged!au#k-pop
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The Outsiders by ZEAL Rider Ian Wood
Words by **[Ian Wood](https://www.instagram.com/eanwood/)** | Photos by **[Jordan Ingmire](https://www.instagram.com/jordaningmire/)**
The sound of explosions stir me from a deep slumber. The bombs may be going off thousands of feet away but the blasts shake me from my dream world. Barely awake I sit up to investigate the violent action, bouncing my head off the bunk above. The “rude” awakening knocks me back down, a dry mouth from the propane heater running off and on all night reminds me where I am. Rubbing my eyes to adjust to the light, and a quick pull of the window blinds, reveals a winter wonderland. The bombs that stirred me from my fantasy world are the result of hard working ski patrollers doing their best to keep us safe from avalanches in the available side country. Comfortably nestled in my 16 foot tiny home, I am amidst the cascade mountains in Washington state. From the looks of my neighbor RV’s we have received a healthy amount of fresh snow over night. Rolling out of my bunk and placing my feet on the noticeably cold floor sends a quick signal to my brain that its going to be nice blower pow. Where are my slippers?. . . It’s 7 o clock in the morning and the chairs don’t start spinning until 9. With the resort lifts and split board trails being accessible out my front door I have plenty of time to get ready. Living in a trailer in the parking lot of a resort, you build morning routines. So much time spent by yourself allows you the freedom to do what you want, when you want. Meditation has made it into the start of my day, followed by a nutrient packed fruit smoothie. Somedays I listen to an audio book or inspiring tunes, maybe a quick stretch, and then I put on my space suit for the wild frontier. Isn’t this what we are striving for our whole lives? - Complete freedom, nobody telling us what to do or how to live. Shouldn’t we be fine tuning physical/mental health with joy, adventure, and a lust for life? I chuckle to myself as I ponder the perspective of my life, how did I get here? - 32 years old, no kids, no wife, no mortgage or salary career, living in a trailer that is smaller than some peoples closets. If you were to write this down and read it to someone, they would feel sorry for me. If they were to see my smile or feel my energy as this pervasive lust for living, they just might question the way they look at life.
Growing up in a capitalist nation where economy is god, and success is based upon the amount of things you possess, I had all the proper training to be a compliant citizen. In the West at 5 years old we are shuffled through a school system that is based more on conforming than education. It appears to be preparation for the 9-5 world with a vibrant brochure selling the restricted life of a weekend warrior. All the tv shows portraying the “happy” rich people with all their possessions, living in big mansions, surrounded by “beautiful” people, contribute to a thorough brain washing. The deep irony is when these movie stars, symbolizing the ultimate success of the american dream, often end their own lives in misery. I can’t say how this country is viewed from the outside but it seems that a lot of foreigners come here in hope of acquiring financial wealth and pursuing this illusion. Interestingly enough this nation is comprised of foreigners. We are all immigrants except for the few indigenous natives who have almost been entirely snuffed out. The trouble begins when necessities are far surpassed and endless desires are sought one after the other. The core issue is these desires are never filled and endless consumerism runs rampant. A bi product of this foolishness is a nation that suffers from severe obesity and malnutrition simultaneously. Unfortunately the PNW of the United states is a major influence in this worlds over consumption. Amazon, Microsoft, Starbucks, and Costco are just a few of the fortune 500 companies located in Seattle. A city surrounded by natural wonder, with the pacific ocean on one side and the cascade mountain range on the other. I was right on track to be another cog in the wheel, another poor sap in debt living pay check to pay check. Buying a bunch of things I didn’t need, to fit in or look good in some one else’s judgement. This is one ideal this nation whole heartedly promotes. This constant hunger for more leaves the blind consumer in debt regardless of socioeconomic status. It’s easy to get lost in this society living beyond their means. Look at our national debt for reference as to how we are taught to spend money. From this path… I slowly strayed. The mountains called and as the famous John Muir quote states; I had to go!
Hindsight is always 20 20. Looking back, I can see the friends that pulled me back into the mountains saved my life. Being a product of the NorthWest was a blessing that was hard to fully realize. Some of the greatest outsiders and heroes to exist in the snow world, come from this area. Humans that forever changed the snowboarding world were located all around me and leading lives way outside the norm. They were more like professional dirtbags than Olympians. The skills to be trained into super athletes were there, but they chose to live a life of freedom and self expression. These professionals were less about selling out and more about expressing themselves freely, on their own terms. You don’t have to be a legend to enjoy a similar lifestyle, boarding as much as you can and working as little as you have to. The locals shaped me even more so than the legends. “You work - I ride”, so the saying goes. The slogan “work to live, don’t live to work” comes up often. These people that surrounded me spent their money in a very different manner. Extravagance was a “new” used vehicle that handled the snowy roads in a supreme way, or a rig that could transform into a sleeping domain. Maybe a new gizmo for snow camping or a fancy sleeping bag that packed small and was light. Simultaneously we were becoming more self sufficient and learning how to spend money wisely. I didn’t know it at the time, but these people I like to refer to as the outsiders, were shaping me. As I became an “adult” (I put it in quotations because I think it is absolutely insane that someone being an adult is based on age and not life experience) I came to realize that most people were lost. Year after year, the older they got the more confused they seemed to be. Their connection to what mattered in life slowly dwindled as they bought into the game. Work beat them down and a diet of processed food provided them with no fuel. Coffee delivers a quick blast of energy for a long drawn out day. The ever growing list of how society tries to fill the voids will leave your head spinning. For many years I have pondered, and even now it seems, that kids have it much more figured out than adults! Youngsters are happy chasing dreams and living for the moment. The beliefs that create their realities are still uninhibited, so they are able to enjoy the little things. Snowboarding takes me back to that mental clarity. Every time I strap in, my mind grows a little more silent as the moment zooms in to capture my attention. Pushing skills to a new level can cloud the mind with fear. Making the decision to trust in your ability clears the sky and locks you in where time stands still.
The people I meet in the NW have inspired me to leap into more than just snowboard specific adventures. Every aspect of one’s life effects the other and it’s best to be well rounded. Adventures of every kind can be linked to snowboarding in one way or another. Learning how to navigate the world and trust in your life skills to get you where you need to be is one example. From Yoga, to skateboarding, even dancing, it all can help you with self expression and in turn improve the picture you paint on a board. I started the winter season going to a 10 day silent meditation retreat with photographer/best bud Jordan Ingmire. This shared wisdom solidified the lessons learned from snowboarding. The present moment is the only reality. As soon as we add thoughts or words to things, we have strayed. Our minds are trained in this society to constantly be thinking about the future or the past. Focused on likes or dislikes, we form a craving for the things we desire and try to avoid the things we dislike. So constantly we are planning for the future, or revisiting the things that have already happened. We want more of the things we like and are upset when we get what we don’t want. Both of these judgements are illusions. The images with attached emotions either no longer exist or are an interpreted creation of the future. All of our thoughts around experiences are not truly reality. They are a merely a projection of the mind which in turn creates what we believe to be reality. So those moments while ripping down a line, or riding through a technical part of the mountain, are actually creating the silent mind that brings us closer to the truest reality. Wether you are taking a conscious deep breath sitting in a cross legged position or standing on top of a glorious mountain top, you are training the mind to be aware of what is going on inside of it. Slowly bringing awareness to our daily actions muffles the constant brain chatter and creates space for the only true reality- the present moment. Any one that has been terrified by the raw elements of a mountain has lived through this mind altering experience of a silent mind.
For the last several years I was caught in a whirlwind of dreaming and creation. Desires of achieving fantasies began to develop in my mind and expanded as I shared them with others. The winters had been very active with traveling, working on video projects, and getting caught up in the go go go, do do do. This winter I set out to focus on “being” more than “doing”. Starting the season off in meditation had a huge impact on how I wanted to spend my winter and what I felt was important to focus on. I decided I was going to spend the entire winter at home in the PNW. No distant travels, no video projects, and nothing more than immersing myself in the art of snowboarding. Whether it was with my best friends, the local community, strangers, or by myself, I found room for growth in all relationships. With the climate pattern rollercoaster ride we have been locked into in the NW, it was a risky move. Travel has always been a back up plan for winters that never show up. Japan in January, Alaska in April, the interior mountains of BC , Montana, Wyoming, allow for plenty of Plan B options. With travel comes planning, and with planning comes extensive mental activity. I wanted to get rid of all the things that add to the mind game of winter. That way I could find my place in the mountains with clear thoughts and tuned senses. We are constantly searching for connection to the moment as boarders and one of the best ways to help that process is to alleviate as much mental chatter as possible. I deliberately decided to put all of my eggs in one basket and whether winter came as I desired or not, I was staying and making the best of it. Worse case scenario you can always go adventure on your split board, walk for miles and search around corners you haven’t looked past before. The stars aligned as it became one of the best winters for Washington in many years, with cold temperatures and big storms that seemed to never end. The snow just kept stacking and the energy was high in the PNW. It was a season for the soul. One of those winters where you run into all your buddies on the hiking routes or skin trails. I found myself greeting friends with big hugs and thinking “you know what. . . there are friends on a pow day.” We were riding as many of our favorite lines as we could in one day. Lines that you sometimes only ride once a year because the conditions have to be just right, were getting ridden several times a week. No video cameras, no waiting to get the shot, no worries about landing a trick or how your style was; just pure intimacy with the mountains and the people sharing them with you.
As the planet rotates around the sun the seasons will change here in the PNW. Spring time comes with longer days and stronger ultra violet rays. The rivers flow with snow melt as photosynthesis sprouts new life on the hillsides. T shirts and open vents become common on the touring trails and chair lifts, as winter pow turns to spring corn. Fresh snow can bless us all the way into May, providing up to 7 months of possible fresh snow adventures. The park rats and split boarders rejoice as their favorite season is upon them. In the same day you can lap the park with friends and in the evening tour up to soak in breathtaking views. In strong winter seasons, such as this past one, you can extend your snow season year round. The list of volcanos in the area is long and the adventures bountiful. “Variety is the spice of life”; one of my favorite expressions. Living in the PNW I can’t help but completely agree with this notion. Summer comes and the thoughts of the year ahead are born in the stillness created in the absence of daily snow obsession. Sometimes I worry about what the future holds for the PNW snow lovers. Big money is pushing hard to suck the life out of the mountains. Solace and solitude are being replaced with high speed quads and 4 star hotels. Seattle is growing and you can see the reflection of it in the traffic to all of the hills. Will we just become another destination resort? Will the dirtbag locals living in their cars at the mountain be run off by people commuting 2 hours everyday? Only time will tell. I reflect back on lessons learned in the meditation hall. Be present here in the now, and let the thoughts pass like clouds in the sky. My judgement of what is best is just a figment of my imagination. For now the mountains in the PNW are full of life, love, and soul. Explorers, adventurers, athletes, party people, weirdos, musicians, artists, and of course the city people, all share these beautiful mountains. I hope that one day you have the opportunity to visit this majestic place I call home. We can easily be considered outsiders In a world where so many equate success and happiness to financial status. Every day we strap in we are representing the importance of something greater than that. Outsider: “a person who does not belong to a particular group.” There are enough of us here in the PNW that have formed a group of our own. We are the outsiders and you are welcome to join us.
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Star Wars: 10 Things You Didn't Know About Hoth | ScreenRant
First introduced in The Empire Strikes Back as a frozen wasteland, the planet of Hoth was entirely different from the sweltering world of Tatooine seen in A New Hope. It was identified by the Imperial Fleet as the sixth planet in the system of the same name, and determined to be the location of Echo Base after initials data scans by an Imperial probe droid.
Due to the discovery by the probe droid, the Rebels were forced to evacuate. The Imperial Fleet orchestrated an aggressive ground assault, which caused Rebel forces to have to cover the evacuation and fight for their lives at the same time. Full of glaciers, icy tundras, and surrounded by an asteroid belt, it may have made a perfect location for a hidden Rebel encampment, but it's also home to many other fascinating details. Here's 10 things you didn't know about Hoth!
10 IT'S IN THE OUTER RIM (AND PUMMELED BY METEORS)
Despite being so dissimilar in climate and terrain, Tatooine and Hoth are both in the same general area of the galaxy. Hoth is the sixth planet of the Hoth System, located in the Anoat Sector of the Outer Rim Territories. Despite Han Solo citing it as "pretty far," Bespin is actually much closer to Hoth than Tatooine. It gets pummeled by asteroids and meteors, which is why the Rebels had to create a shield generator.
The Outer Rim is where a lot of the action happens in the Star Wars Saga. The lava planet Mustafar is located there (again, closer to Hoth than Tatooine), Geonosis is there, and you'll note places like Utupau and Dagobah are a lot closer than you'd think.
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9 IT WAS THE SITE OF A GREAT REBEL DEFEAT
Though the remoteness of Hoth, combined with its inhospitable environment, seemed to indicate it would be an ideal place for a hidden Rebel Base, it was also an ideal place for an Imperial ambush. Once Vader's Star Destroyer dropped out of light speed over the planet, it took only moments for General Veers to have his troops on the ground.
Several AT-AT walkers marched on Echo Base, with platoons of snowtroopers prepared to take on any ground forces the Rebels could muster. Since the evacuation of base personnel included protecting the shield generator projected around the escaping ships, Rebel troops had to make one final stand against superior opposing forces.
8 ECHO BASE HAD TO BE CARVED FROM THE ICE
The fortress-like command center that was Echo Base had to be carved from the vast expanses of ice that covered the planet. It took the Alliance Corps of Engineers months to make it habitable for a population of Rebels that would number in the thousands.
While this took place, the thousands of Rebel troops, pilots, and technicians had to reside on cruisers in the Rebel Fleet, constantly changing location to remain undetected by Imperial probe droids. Hundreds were sent throughout the galaxy to find the next location the Rebels would choose as a stronghold.
7 ECHO BASE WAS A HASTILY CONSTRUCTED LABYRINTH
Appropriately named for its "echo" acoustics, Echo Base was a labyrinth-like settlement with a series of large natural caverns and snaking corridors set up by the Alliance Corps of Engineers. Because of the hastiness of its construction, a problem with any part of the electrical current and half the base would lose heat. Personnel wore thermal gear perpetually.
The largest part of Echo Base was its main hangar, where technicians continued to improve the endurance of the Alliance's fighter squadrons in subzero temperatures, and maintained the functionality of the transport ships that would get them off world in the event of an evacuation.
6 IT'S SO COLD SHIPS BARELY FUNCTION
The frosty conditions on Hoth prevented the T-47 light airpeeders from operating with any level of efficiency for the first few months. They were designed to help patrol and defend the outpost, as well as spot Imperial probe droids. Unfortunately, the weather continued to cause electrical problems, forcing Rebels to venture out onto the frozen plain on tauntauns.
The speeders, first developed by the Incom Corporation to be low altitude vehicles, were adapted by the Rebel Alliance into snowspeeders while on Hoth. They were utilized as ground attack ships, capable of flying in between an Imperial AT-AT's legs and binding them together with a harpoon cable.
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5 THERE WERE SEVERAL REBEL OUTPOSTS ON HOTH
Though Echo Base served as the main base of operations for the Alliance on Hoth, it had several outposts connected to it. Echo Station 3-T-8 was the first outpost to spot the Imperial Walkers as they trudged determinedly towards the shield generator. It was the first to be overwhelmed by Imperial forces.
Other bases included Perimeter Outpost Delta and Outpost Delta. They were to the northwest of Echo Base and outside the base energy shield. All outposts held Rebel troops in trenches, with three-person laser turrets, as well as artillery emplacements.
4 IT WAS HOME TO BAD SMELLING TAUNTAUNS
The Rebels were lucky that Hoth could be inhabited by a few non-intelligent life forms, namely the tauntauns that provided alternate transportation when the temperatures made sure the airspeeders couldn't function. Tauntauns are furry lizard-beasts that inhabit Hoth's equatorial tundra, where they forage for lichen and ice worms.
While tauntauns make sturdy mounts once they're domesticated, the oils they secrete from their skins produced a very unpleasant odor. Their powerful legs and tail help propel them forward on the ice, while their horns and clawed hands help them dig for sustenance. They became ready mounts for the Republic with a steadily supplied diet of mook fruit treats for good behavior.
3 WAMPA ICE CREATURES HID IN ITS CAVES
Besides tauntauns, wampa ice creatures are the only other large non-intelligent life on Hoth. Standing at three meters tall, with incredibly sharp fangs and claws, they are the apex predator on the ice planet. Wampas hunt the wastelands of Hoth without fear, easily ambushing prey by blending into the snow with their white fur.
Once they've successfully incapacitated their prey, they suspend them from the roof of their cave to provide sustenance for later. With the arrival of Echo Base and the Rebel forces, wampas started gathering in packs and attacking its underground tunnels and tauntaun stables. One nearly killed Luke Skywalker, but it proved no match for his lightsaber and power of The Force.
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2 IT HAD PROMINENT TOPOGRAPHY
Contrary to popular belief, Hoth isn't just a snowy expanse. Like other harsh worlds like Tatooine, it has many geographic differentials. It may all look barren and white on the surface, but its topography is as varied as anywhere else. There are ice glaciers throughout its surface, as well as ridges, like Shyloah's Crest.
One of the most well known pieces of topography is the Moorsh Moraine, a large glacial fixture that the Imperial forces used to shield themselves just before they initiated the ground assault on Echo Base. It was large enough to conceal Gozanti-class cruisers as they ferried personnel to and from the planet.
1 HOTH WAS FILMED ON LOCATION
To create the harsh terrain of Hoth, George Lucas and his film crew set out for Finse, Norway, where the Hardangerjøkulen glacier could be used for Echo Base, as well as areas with wide snowy plains for the surrounding area where the Battle of Hoth would take place.
Filming took place in subzero temperatures, so little makeup was used to make faces look weather-beaten by the wind chill. For the battle between the Rebel and Imperial forces, the area was recreated in miniature, with the snow and ice of Hoth made using baking soda snow and glass bubbles.
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source https://screenrant.com/star-wars-10-things-didnt-know-hoth/
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BOI so i just spent like 30 years making this map of AC on Inkarnate! ignore the location thingies, i wrote descriptors for everything but then it exported as a jpeg instead of like a link :| so i might just add those in this post!
Anchra Corpus: The fantasy continent made up of four countries: Faruin, Evalia, Esria, and Myvana. A magical creature called a Flull, who is the last of the Creator's original helpers, oversees the region and is promotes new gods from extraordinary citizens, essentially being responsible for all religion. It is a largely tolerant place with many mixed religions and cultures, strong trade routes and solidarity between the cities' leaders. Still, life isn't perfect, with the dire threat of the Creator's traitorous child, the Nether Unspeakable, ever looming on the horizon, and the struggles of everyday conflicts and lingering xenophobia towards the newer races.
Esria: The great desert country known for its exotic treasures and vast trade opportunities. The capital city is Ashwan.
Ashwan: A desert city inhabited by humans. Ruled by an Empress, the first of whom gave the city its name. The capital city of Esria, Ashwan gets its water from a spring atop the nearby mountain range, and most food is imported.
Nomad Camp: A general area where the mystic Esrian nomads roam and live. They wander through the desert in groups, trading and learning; not having permanent housing, but preferring to call the whole desert region a welcome home for all its people.
Lizardfolk: The lizard people call this encampment amidst rainforest ruins their home. With great skill in magic, medicine and hunting, the lizards frequently trade with other Esrians, but otherwise are usually left in peace to live off the land.
Merfolk Kingdom: The children of the ocean live underwater in a vast, magical palace-city, amidst a small archipelago. They are not seen much on the surface, as they require an abundance of water to survive, but they like to trade undersea goodies with their neighbours on land.
Faruin: The middle nation in Anchra Corpus, and the most populated. Many communities live in this area, and the leaders of each come together and decide what happens. Faruin is a country that values trust and acceptance.
Feldenar: The capital city of Faruin, Feldenar is a melting pot of cultures and class. Everyone is welcome here, and there are many mixed race people living here due to the wide variety of parents they could have. The inner city is made up of four districts in which different classes of people live: the Commons, a residential area for working and lower class people; the Magic quarter, where the magic academy, churches, temples and hospital are located; the Merchants' quarter, where the market and artisans are; and the Noble quarter, where the high class citizens, militia, and government are. Many farms are outside the city gates. Overall the city is ruled by a Mayor, and the patron god is Tor.
Axemount: The dwarven city of Axemount is built within the bowels of a great mountain and is traversed via many winding paths up and around. The dwarves are regarded as a trustworthy and warm people with a knack for innovation. Atop the large mountain is a flat surface with a large crater, in which water is collected. Gnomes, genetic hybrids of dwarves and elves, live around this crater above their cousins, and the gnomish crater is known as a place of great magic. Axemount as a whole is ruled by a King or Queen, and the patron god is Kegorrom.
Mordskamir: Initially founded by migrating vampires, Mordskamir is a bustling multilevelled city that houses the undead. It is considered the hub of necromancy and magic in Anchra Corpus. Ghosts, skeletons, zombies, liches, vampires, necromancers and spirits are all common citizens here. Mordskamir and Axemount share a close friendship and are frequent trading partners, although other cities and communities are still wary of the undead due to the exiled ghouls from a hundred years past, and a timeless unease regarding death. The Mords are generally an open and friendly people, however, just a little misunderstood. They are ruled by an Elder Lich, and their patron god is Dami, goddess of the night and founder of the city.
Black Pool: The Black Pool is not a place many civilised folks like to visit. It is a large lake of fetid, black swampy water, the area around which is inhabited by wild ghouls, the ancestors of which used to live in Mordskamir, until the former Elder Lich was murdered by a group of methodical ghoulish killers and the whole community was exiled as a result for fear they may strike again. The ghouls' nature of being unstable makes it difficult for them to adapt to society for the most part, and since their exile, the lack of structure has led them to lose much of their civility and sanity. Mord forces patrol the area regularly, to make sure the ghouls remember not to wander too far from their home and cause trouble.
Druid Grove: A cluster of trees and plants just outside Feldenar is a sacred place for druids, rangers, and their animal companions. It is a very serene and peaceful location. Those who live here are ruled by the Grand Druid, and primarily worship Levan.
Lithan: Scattered villages of elves throughout southern Faruin collectively call themselves the Lithan. They enjoy living amongst nature and in smaller communities, though many elves from this area do go and live in the bigger cities. Each village has an Elder who leds them, but the area as a whole is ruled by a High Elf. The patron god of the Lithan is the god of nature, Levan.
Bonecleaver Clan Caves: A subterranean cave system where the largest clan of orcs resides - the Bonecleaver extended family. The orcs are known to have had petty problems with humans, but usually their quarrels are amongst themselves and they are willing to deal with other races - just not for too long. Orcish warriors and shamans have a reputation for being the best of the best, and they are a formidable ally - or opponent.
River Feld: A river that extends from Axemount's crater all the way over to the Great Ocean. The city of Fendenar was named after this river.
Werebeasts’ Camp: Beasts of all kinds live here - wolves, rats, tigers, bears and many more - but they are all capable of transforming into humanoid form and back at will. The village they built together is in the middle of the forest and is hard to find if you don't know the way. They are very wary of outsiders and prefer to stay among the trees where they feel safest.
Southern Forest: A large forest around the southern end of Tor's Shoulders mountain range. The Lithan, the werebeasts' camp and the only paths to Myvana extend through here.
Tor’s Shoulders Mountain Range: A vast range of mountains, which spans not only the southern and northern parts of the continent, but also connects them through the middle. It is so named because of the god Tor, who is likened to the mountains by the way they both carry the people above their shoulders (figuratively).
Evalia: Evalia is the country with the fewest settlements, and a lot of plain fields, snowy caps, and a dreamy, magical atmosphere. The capital city is Cathatoria, a city inhabited by humans.
Cathatoria: The capital city of Evalia, Cathatoria is a place that values law, strength, and cunning. The city is essentially a fortress on top of a snowy hill with a large moat surrounding it. Many Faruans are descended from Evalians. The city is known to be as cold personality-wise as it is temperature wise, and have some laws other places don't agree with.
Mountaineers: Many people live on the mountain range, in the snow. They are referred to as Mountaineers. A hardy and strong people due to the difficulty of navigating the mountain paths, they often form close knit communities and are very spiritual.
Fairy Circle: A secret, magical place where faeries live. Not too much is known about this reclusive species other than that they are the physically smallest race in Anchra Corpus, and have a natural aptitude for magic.
Halfling Homes: The largest halfling community lives here in the northeast. They aren't seen too often outside of their beloved home, but they are known Corpus-wide for their wonderful cooking and welcoming personalities.
Myvana: A scenic location which is sadly rarely visited due to the difficulty in getting here. The only walking paths are to the north, through either side of the Southern Forest ending in a set of massive gates; although it is possible to travel on the back of a dragon. The area is renowned for its beautiful views and pure state compared to the rest of the continent. It does not have an official capital city, and the residents of Myvana mostly keep out of the affairs of others.
Golden Valley: This lake is so named because of the gold that has been rumoured to have been seen below the clear waters. It is a large and wide body of water which stretches through most of the country. There are further rumours that the water here has magical properties.
Giants’ Village: The largest race in Anchra Corpus, giants are basically humans but doubled in size. They are an insular people, enjoying their simple lifestyle in the snowy woodlands. Giants are known as great builders and woodworkers, although they have trouble making things that are too small compared to them.
Dragons’ Caverns: These caves high up in the mountains house numerous dragons and their families. Dragons are curious and knowledge-hungry creatures, so they travel often, and sometimes bring back visitors. They are able to transform into a humanoid form, which they use while travelling in humanoid sized settlements, but usually they stay in their draconic form whilst in their home.
The Great Ocean: There's a lot of water and no one really knows what else to call it.
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The Cuckoo's Calling (Cormoran Strike #1)
Author: J.K. Rowling
Prologue
Is demum miser est, cuius nobilitas miserias nobilitat.
Unhappy is he whose fame makes his misfortunes famous.
Lucius Accius, Telephus
THE BUZZ IN THE STREET was like the humming of flies. Photographers stood massed behind barriers patrolled by police, their long-snouted cameras poised, their breath rising like steam. Snow fell steadily on to hats and shoulders; gloved fingers wiped lenses clear. From time to time there came outbreaks of desultory clicking, as the watchers filled the waiting time by snapping the white canvas tent in the middle of the road, the entrance to the tall red-brick apartment block behind it, and the balcony on the top floor from which the body had fallen.
Behind the tightly packed paparazzi stood white vans with enormous satellite dishes on the roofs, and journalists talking, some in foreign languages, while soundmen in headphones hovered. Between recordings, the reporters stamped their feet and warmed their hands on hot beakers of coffee from the teeming café a few streets away. To fill the time, the woolly-hatted cameramen filmed the backs of the photographers, the balcony, the tent concealing the body, then repositioned themselves for wide shots that encompassed the chaos that had exploded inside the sedate and snowy Mayfair street, with its lines of glossy black doors framed by white stone porticos and flanked by topiary shrubs. The entrance to number 18 was bounded with tape. Police officials, some of them white-clothed forensic experts, could be glimpsed in the...
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Febuwhump Day 3: Blood Loss
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Characters/Ship: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet
Triggers/Content warnings: Blood
Since his long-ago trip through the snowy fields of Coerthas, Guydelot had always felt there's something striking about fresh blood on snow - too red, too bright, the way it steams in the air and crisps into ice at the edges. Beautiful in its own morbid way.
"Gods damn it, Sanson, how do you always-"
He's deciding now he hates it.
"I... I'm alright-"
Too much blood, pooling from a deep gash in Sanson's thigh. It stains the Garlean snow red beneath him even as the man - ever the soldier - tries to stand, leaning hard on his lance to drag himself to his feet. Growling in frustration, Guydelot helps him up; it won't do to leave him sitting in the snow, least of all when their foe's only unconscious. Won't do to leave him laying in the snow, either, but Guydelot figures a little hypothermia'll do the tempered bastard good...
Mayhap that's uncharitable. Maybe he'll regret that later. Hells.
He escorts Sanson, limping, to an empty Garlean building - factory? Storage facility? House? All that matters is it's out of the wind, out of the snow. Sanson's pale and quiet, but breathing. That's the important thing. That's the important thing, right?
"It's only a small cut-"
"Sure." Aided by long practice, despite his shaking hands, Guydelot strips Sanson's legs to reveal the wound itself - still bleeding; Sanson's clothes are soaked through with blood. The bard runs some mental calculations - how far away is the camp? Hopeful Dawn, their healer, remained behind in the infirmary; this was meant to be little more than a routine scouting patrol. How long would it take to go there and back and fetch her?
Hells.
Guydelot strips off his own coat, down to his shirt, which he yanks over his head and begins shredding.
"Guydelot, it's too cold for-"
"Too cold for you to be sitting around losing blood? Aye, that it is." He ties the shredded strips of shirt around the wound, tight. It's not much, but it's better than letting the man bleed out in the snow, and with any luck, it'll get them back to camp - and a proper healer. Gods, he's never traveling without healing supplies ever again.
Now that he's breathing a little more steadily, he manages to dress Sanson again, this time singing a healing song as he works - it's meant for wounds far smaller than this, but he cannot do nothing; singing is the best he can provide-
"Guydelot."
"Don't interrupt a bard when he's singing, Chief."
Sanson touches his face, looking more than a little dizzy, but smiling. "Guydelot, I'm going to be fine."
He takes a deep breath. "Of course you are. Otherwise you might learn a thing or two."
Sanson chuckles, closing his eyes. "You ought to bring that tempered Imperial soldier in from the cold."
I don't want to take my eyes off of you for so much as ten seconds. What if... Guydelot sighs. "Right. Duty first." He sneaks a quick peck on Sanson's forehead, too clammy to the touch by half, and stands. "Don't you go dying while I'm gone."
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