It’s so funny how I went from not understanding the appeal of ZeLink in BoTW, to absolutely bawling my eyes out about Link and Zelda in ToTK living together and Link buying a dream house which is normally made for couples and families and is way bigger than the Hateno house.

I don’t think I’ve loved ZeLink this much since Spirit Tracks and Skyward Sword.

1. ST ZeLink (ALWAYS, NO QUESTION)

2. SS ZeLink (plus Groose, because it feels wrong to leave him out)

3. ToTK ZeLink

That will be all.

Tags : terminally ill!reader, spoilers, angst, dunno what else to put.

“dear death, goodnight.” — gallagher x fem!reader

She felt betrayed. So this was how betrayal felt. No wonder others would often state it to be a painful experience. At this point, She's just wondering if everyone on her side will always betray her like this good friend of hers did. Why? Because he was 'Death' The nightmare that The Family spoke silent of. He stands with a lopsided yet ominous smirk on his face right after the memetic entity lunges it's claw through her back..

The dream he was to her little heart no longer remained. Despite being a sickly person, she actually has a few cards up her sleeve. However, she never thought that she would be using it against the friend that she trusted the most. She was preparing it for when the time of her death comes but to think that she would use it so abruptly and sooner than she planned, she wasn't expecting it. “Die, Gallagher..” She muttered weakly as the claw of the memetic entity impaled her back while she shakily raised her hand, a glowing bow manifesting from her side before she snapped her fingers, causing the bow to shoot a massive arrow towards him. However, due to her blurry eyesight caused by the blood loss on her part, she failed to actually aim at him. The arrow manage to graze Gallagher's shoulder, causing him to grimace before his smirk reappeared. Oh, how desperate... His hand grabbed her shoulder as he swung her around to stare into her face before leaning down. Gallagher pressed his face against her cheek just enough to be close. His voice was soft, almost intimate, as he spoke to her. "Do you realize how pathetic this is? You're clinging to your useless last breath. That bow of yours won't even phase me. Why do you struggle..?" She could barely hear and comprehend his words anymore, already out of her mind as she was slowly dying. However, despite this, her only thought was to protect the family against her friend, gallagher, who is also the death that the family has been warned about. Thus, without much thought, she decided to use her final card against her friend who betrayed her and the family. “Must.. protect.. the family.. Can't fail..” There was a reason as to why she was ill and sickly in the first place. It was because she was constantly using her vitality whenever she uses her powers blessed and granted to her by the Aeon of the Hunt named Lan, especially since the very core of her power was her heart. Therefore, she raised her trembling hand towards her chest, sharp claws growing on her nails with the intention to rip her heart out. Gallagher's eyes widened as he watched his friend. She had so little time left already, but she still insisted on fulfilling her duty to The Family. He couldn't just keep staring. Gallagher pulled her towards him and wrapped his hands around hers, stopping her from ripping her own heart out. He lifted her up in order to lay both him and her down on the ground. His hands were still gripping her hands as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Using the last ounce of her strength, she pushed Gallagher off of her and immediately impaled her chest with her sharp claws as it sunk deep into her skin before pulling her heart out, it was bleeding but the color was unusual, the color of the blood that her heart bled was blue. It wasn't normal at all. It was the pinnacle and the very anchor of her power. "Wake up.. Avatar of Retribution.." She stuttered one final command as she crushed the heart in her hand and used the blood to draw a certain insignia with its blood, causing a giant cross to appear as it chained the memetic entity, her friend, to itself and struck it endlessly with consecutive flashes of thunder. On the other hand, she was already dying, just a few more minutes and she'll finally lose her life. As much as she wanted to kill Gallagher, also known as death, she couldn't. She was way too attached to her friend despite his betrayal towards her and the family.

Gallagher watched as her heart bled and was used as some sort of medium for her so called final card. Her power is in her very blood and heart? He would have to admit, he's never been as fascinated as he currently is in his entire life.

Right after undergoing the attack of retribution, Gallagher still managed to live and survive since due to her weakened condition, the final card had its limits and therefore, was also weakened. However, he didn't survive unscathed.

After recovering, a battered Gallagher leaned over to his dying friend, taking her in his arms gently, despite her bleeding heart. She was dying... and there was no coming back from that. Gallagher placed her head on his chest, caressing her hair as he spoke to her.

“How did you think this would play out, my dear friend?”

She could only offer a strained smile towards him as she sighed before closing her eyes, her breathing now shallow and slow as her body began to feel numb and limp.

“I.. I don't know.. mm.. I'm tired.. Gallagher..” She muttered weakly, her mind slowly blanking out on her as the smile on her lips soon dissipated into a thin line.

“Shh....” Gallagher said softly as his hands ran through her hair, his voice gentle but bittersweet. He was still aware that his friend was dying right in his arms.

“Rest now, my friend. You're very tired... go back to your dreams.”

Gallagher leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, and brushed aside the loose hair off of her forehead before closing her eyes. “...Sleep..”

Despite her eyes being closed, it still managed to shed tears as her tears stained her face while her hand slowly slipped out of his grasp and fell limp to her side.

“I.. I love you, Gallagher..” She managed to croak out, albeit weakly as her voice wavered, finally losing her ability to speak as she uttered her final words.

She had always wanted her last words to be something cool back in the past and she was intending to practice it on Gallagher but she definitely did not expect to confess her feelings to him as her first last words.

“Goodnight..” Thus, after finally uttering these final words, she succumbed to her death. She finally confessed her feelings right before her death.

It was a bittersweet moment for Gallagher, who continued to run his hands through her hair. When he noticed her final tears falling off her face and the loose hand that slipped out of his grasp, he began to tear up.

Gallagher leaned down to kiss her. “I love you more.” He muttered before letting his lips rest on her forehead.

“...Goodnight, My little wolf..”

✯Hoodie pt 3✯

summary: the exes finally speak about the breakup and they make up in the most intimate way possible.

warnings: angst, smut, creampie, swearing. that's about it.

p.s. blue is what resonates with matt, purple is what resonates with both of them, and pink resonates with y/n (aka you)

pt1 pt2

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I could run all night I would never tire or slow

Matt was tired and running on zero sleep but he didn't care. He was finally seeing her after so many months of longing. The drive seemed to take longer than it ever has. Was it because she moved? Was it because he was anxious to see her? He didn't know and he wasn't that concerned about it.

I could hold you tight Tighter than that sold-out show

She opens the door and it seems like time freezes for them both. They haven't seen each other in so long, they've changed. Matt let his beard grow out and his hair. His eye bags are a clue to how he's been sleeping. Her hair is in its natural state but she hasn't been taking care of it. It was dry and the curls looked brushed out. Her nails aren't done, and her skin isn't glowing like it usually does. As if they have the same mind, they quickly bring each other in a hug.

I believe in the slow ride, so I Drag your heart through the sand and snow

As they sit on the couch, Matt thinks about why he ever ended things with her. He waited so long to be with her, dragging out their friendship. She was patient too, allowing him to drag her along for the ride.

Couldn't live by the old-school rule, I Binge-watched every episode,

Matt couldn't live like this any longer. Everyone was constantly telling him that same damn quote "If you love something let it go". He thought it was stupid, why would he let her go if he loved her? Why would he let the best thing that's ever happened to him go?

Oh, I've been wrong Heart under the gun

"Why did you do it? Why did you end our relationship?" Matt sucks in a sharp breath at her question. "I...I was wrong to end it the way I did. I just felt this immense pressure being with you! I know that sounds so shitty but it's true. You were-are- perfect and I'm not. You didn't deserve me...you deserved someone better." He feels like a weight was lifted off his shoulder and replaced with an even heavier one.

Look how far we've come

"We-it took us years to finally recognize our love for each other....and you threw it away because you got stuck in your head?" Her voice is strained and it's clear she's irritated. "You think I wanted this to happen? You think I wanted to end things with you?" He spits back. The tension becomes thick, both of them glaring at each other. "You had to! You had to have wanted it! Why else would you self-sabotage Matthew!" their voices begin to get louder as they begin to shout at each other. Hurtful words flying out of their mouths.

Think I've finally won

"Fuck you!" She pushes him, tears falling from her eyes. Matt grabs her wrists to prevent her from pushing him once again. "Stop I- I hate you! I love you and you chew-" that's all he needed to hear. Those three words.

Red lip'd Snow White Sipping beer through a straw real slow

Those three words are all it took for him to pull her cherry-red lips into a kiss. He could taste the wine on her lips and he loved it. He always loved it, the taste of the cranberry, bitter and sweet at the same time. She melts into the kiss, leaving her anger at bay for a moment.

Had a perfect high Lip-locked in a bathroom stall

The kiss deepens, both of them getting high off each other. It was as if it was their first kiss all over again (a bathroom stall at a random restaurant), but it's not that. it's the kiss of two reunited lovers.

I believe in the slow ride, so I Drag your heart through the sand and snow

He knows it's wrong to play with her emotions like this, but is really playing with them if he knows he wants her? His hands slowly fall from her face and drag along her body, gripping her tightly, scared she will disappear if he doesn't.

Inhale the future slow, I Exhale the past, let go, I

They pull away from each other, breathing harshly. The way they stare at each other, they both come to a mutual agreement, "let the past go and start over slow."

Oh, I've been wrong Heart under the gun

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He mumbles into her kiss, laying her down on the couch. She pulls him against her, holding him tightly, begging for him to give her what she wants. "I'm so sorry"

Look how far we've come

Their clothes come off, naked bodies moving against each other. He missed her body so much, physically and emotionally. "Tell me you want me, please," he begs. He needed to hear her say it.

Think I've finally won 

"Please Matt, I need you so bad. I love you so much-" he was over the moon. He wastes no time in yanking her forward and pushing himself deep inside of her. Both of them moaning out at the familiar feeling.

Even when I'm not with you, I'm still with you

As he begins his slow thrusts, he notices the blue hoodie he thought he lost, tossed on the couch. His thrust get harder at the thought. she kept a part of him, he was always with her.

Even when I can't see you, I still feel you

He closes his eyes and throws his head back at the pleasure. He felt like he was dreaming, like this was his mind playing a trick on him. but it wasn't, it was real. She was here and he could actually feel her.

Even when I can't touch you, I pretend to

He thinks back to all the times he tried to get off since the break-up, imagining she was there, taking him. It wasn't the same. He doesn't have to imagine anymore. She's here, right back under him, taking him so easily as if they were never apart.

Even when I'm not with you, I'm still with you

She looks down, watching their bodies connect in such intimate ways. She always loved the site, it did something to her. As he moves his hand to toy with her clit, she catches sight of the all-familiar tattoo. Her birth sign, sitting right on his wrists.

Even when I think I hate you, I still love you

She wanted to hate him so bad. She wanted to hate everything about him...but she couldn't. She loved everything about him. She loved the way he smiled, the way his lips quirked up more on the right side showing off his teeth. She loved the way his hair fell in his face in the morning. She loved how he laughed, being slightly high-pitched. She loved how he knew her body, knowing exactly how to touch her and get her riled up.

Tears form in her eyes at all the pleasure she feeling. "I love you! nghh I love you so much, fuck fuck fuck"

Even when I can't kiss you, I still wait to

She's so close, she can feel that sweet heat pooling in her stomach, begging to be released. She wants to let go so bad, but she doesn't. She doesn't want this moment of unification to end.

"m'close"

Even when I'm not with you, I'm still with you

"Hold it for me baby, I'm almost there." He moaned into her ear. He knew she was close by the way she was squeezing him. She didn't have to tell him, he knew her like the back of his hand.

Oh, I've been wrong Heart under the gun

He couldn't believe he sabotaged this. He fell so deep into his mind, he ruined them. He wouldn't let it happen again.

"I love you so muc-" he whimpers feeling her clench around him even tighter. "I love you, I love you so much." His thrusts become harder and sloppy, his hips staggering.

Look how far we've come

"Matt!" She sobs out as he hits a spot deep inside of her. "There it is," he mumbles. The both of them can't believe how they got like this, one moment they are broken up and arguing, and the next they are making up and having sex on her couch.

They wouldn't trade it for anything.

Think I've finally won

"Let go, come on pretty girl, let go f'me" he mumbles into her ear, hips still plowing into that same spot. She throws her head back and allows her sharp nails to drag down his back, marking him, and claiming him as hers. She sobs as her orgasm rushes through her whole body, legs shaking and vision going in and out.

Look how far we've come Think I've finally won

Matt groans loudly. Between her walls fluttering against him and her nails scratching his back deeply, he reaches his high. His hips stall deep inside of her, his seed shooting out and claiming her inside and out.

It's good to know that I'm The only one who can cut you further

He pulls out and watches as his cum drips out of her. he felt this strong sensation in his chest. Was it pride, possession, love? It was all three. He knew he was the only one to have her like this, sobbing and burnt out.

What is love besides Two souls trying to heal each other

They are showered and now lying in her bed, limbs entangled. They were quiet throughout the whole aftercare process, scared they would ruin the moment by speaking. He hears sniffling so he looks down, "Y/N?"

"D-don't leave me... I can't take it!" He quickly brings her closer, holding her tightly.

"I'm not leaving, I promise. I'm staying right here, forever."

"I love you so much"

"I love you too, more than you'll ever know"

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Fake IDs

As promised, here is the winner of my latest poll. Also fun side note that this story is inspired by an idea from the great @misseviehyde

“I don’t know Lisa, this girl doesn’t really look like me.” Fran said as she worriedly looked at the fake ID that Lisa had handed her. It they were going to get into the Sorority party then they needed to bring alcohol and being freshmen there was no way of doing that without getting fake IDs.

“Don’t worry, the lady who sold them told me they world work perfectly. She said no one will even think twice about whether we are the girls on the ID’s, Melissa and Francesca. Besides no one looks at pictures anymore, not since they introduced the fingerprint security feature.” Lisa said matter of factly as if she had done this a million times.

“Yeah but these don’t have any fingerprints on them!” Fran said somewhat panicky as she looked at the space beside the picture where the fingerprint would usually be. The picture of Francesca seemed to look at her with distain. She reminded Fran of all the mean girls from high school with her the flowing hair shiny hair, her pouty full lips, strikingly blue eyes and smooth complexion.

“Relax, the lady explained it all. We put our thumbs on the space for ten seconds and it takes our fingerprint. It’s heat activated or something. Now stop stalling and let’s do this.” Lisa said impatiently.

In truth Fran didn’t even want to go to the Sorority party but Lisa begged her to go. Fran always felt she danced to the beat of Lisa’s music but she was the only person friendly to her at this new school away from home.

As Fran and Lisa placed their thumbs on the back of the IDs, an overwhelming surge of energy enveloped them, triggering a slow and pleasurable transformation.

Fran's once dull and ragged nails began to shimmer with a lustrous shine, growing longer and perfectly manicured. Her legs seemed to elongate, taking on a graceful and alluring curve that caught everyone's eye. Her skin, once plagued by imperfections, became smooth and radiant, glowing with a captivating allure. Her lips, once unremarkable, turned into a sultry and inviting pout that demanded attention. Her once dull lifeless hair transformed into glossy, brown strands that cascaded down her shoulders in a mesmerizing fashion.

"Oh, fuck I don’t know what’s happening but look at me!" Fran declared, a wicked grin forming on her face. "I'm becoming the epitome of beauty!"

With every passing second, Fran's demeanor shifted from surprise to arrogance. Her posture straightened, exuding confidence and dominance. She stood taller, her every movement commanding attention, and she revelled in the newfound sexiness that radiated from her very being.

Lisa's transformation was no less dramatic. Her nails took on a delicate elegance, her legs becoming slender and enchanting. Her skin became a flawless canvas, radiating an ethereal glow that seemed to draw people closer to her. Her lips transformed into a captivating smile that was both inviting and submissive. Her brown hair became a soft and gentle cascade of chestnut locks with blonde slutty streaks that framed her face like a halo.

As Lisa's physical changes progressed, her demeanor underwent a radical shift. She became increasingly docile and subservient, her posture bending to Fran's every whim. With each passing moment, she found herself more entranced by Fran's beauty and authority, unable to resist her friend's new domineering presence.

"Fran, you look absolutely stunning!" Lisa gushed, her voice trembling with awe. "I can't believe how lucky I am to be by your side. You're like a queen, and I'm just honored to be your friend."

Fran's cruel smirk widened, her newfound arrogance fuelling her desire to exert control over Lisa even more. She relished in the power she now held over her once-bossy friend, enjoying every moment of Lisa's submission.

"Of course, I do," Fran replied with an air of superiority. "And I’m ‘Francesca’ remember? In fact ‘Melissa’ let’s get our back stories straight in case anyone asks. We’re new here because our old college kicked us out for bullying but my rich daddy made it go away as long as we switched schools.”

The words seemed to flow through Francesca like she was reading from a book of facts. The more she spoke the more the world around them began to change. Their cheap, poorly built apartment that they stood in transformed becoming bigger, cleaner and filled with expensive things. Neither girl seemed to notice.

“In our old college I was head of the cheerleading team and sorority president. I majored in fashion but I was mostly on the lookout for a hot guy to bag so I could become his trophy wife.” Francesca said with a pleasurable shiver as her fantasies became concrete memories.

“Oh babe that’s so hawt, what about me?” Melissa said eager to hear her backstory. Her eyes sparkled with admiration for Francesca.

“You’re my loyal bestie of course. You do anything and everything I say. You eat up gossip as if your life depended on it and feed it to me. You’re a dumb bimbo who loves cock and partying.” Francesca said finishing up and causing the two girls to throw their heads back as their minds rewrote to the new reality. Within moments they tilted their heads back none the wiser to the two unpopular dorks they used to be.

“We have to dress way more slutty for the frat party.” Francesca said as she swung open the door to her filled to brim walk in closet. She ran her fingers over slutty tops and skirts looking for the right outfit for them.

“Frat party? I thought we were going to the Sorority party?” Melissa said as she twirled her hair and played with her tits in the mirror. Francesca threw clothes out of the closet to Melissa, breaking her gaze with her own reflection. With a giggle Melissa instantly got naked and hungrily put on the white top and checkered skirt.

Francesca meanwhile strutted out of the closet wearing a top that barely held in her plastic paid for tits and a skirt that hid the absence of underwear. She felt hot and dangerous. She didn’t know why but she felt like a new woman and couldn’t wait to get out and have all eyes on her.

“Change of plans, all the hawt guys will be at the Frat party. Besides, we’ll take over the Sorority soon enough.” Francesca said as she shot Melissa a wicked grin that was returned in earnest.

“Oh babe you’re so fucking nasty. I can’t wait to get to the party! I’m going to break my record for dick sucking tonight.” Melissa said with a mischievous giggle.

“Then come on slut, let’s to to the store and pick up some drinks.” Francesca said as she walked towards the door and Melissa loyally followed.

That night the two girls were a huge hit at the Frat party, in every way. Melissa was true to her word and sucked off over a dozen guys, most of them having girlfriends. She loved the taste of a cheating cock.

Francesca however settled for just one dick that night, but her choice was calcullated. He was the head of the Frat and the richest guy on campus to boot. With his kind of power at her disposal she would be queen of the college soon enough and the Sorority would be all hers to command.

As she rode her new man’s dick slowly she smiled to herself as she thought about how she met him before even getting to the party. Her and Melissa were at the store where they realized they had forgot their IDs. This was never a problem for either of them, they usually just flirted with someone there until they got what they wanted. Francesca just so happened to flirt with the most handsome and well hung guy around.

She honestly didn’t even know why she had an ID, she found it much more fun to uses her powers of seduction to get what she wanted.

i’m very much not normal about dehya having a heat cycle … she just gets so feral now that her hormones and senses are heightened to a near unbearable level. shes needy enough to hump your thigh when you’re too busy to give you her full attention and she keens at all the sweet words you offer her, near tears the moment you finally use your mouth on her :(

:(((

humping your pillow with her bleary eyes screwed shut trying to imagine you beneath her, a pair of your used panties between her teeth. she’d be so pent up and sensitive, practically pouncing on you when you make your way into your shared bedroom. kisses you fiercely, all teeth and tongue while she removes your clothes, agitated fingers fumbling with the buttons before resorting to just ripping the fabric off you.

she doesn’t have time for this,,

pushes you back to sit on the bed, legs hanging off the edge before lowering herself onto your thigh, a shudder running through her as she begins to slide back and forth on you. and it’s like you’re in a daze, never having seen dehya like this or anything close to it… it drives you crazy.

playing with her ears, every soft pinch and pull causing her body to jolt, sensitive pussy practically pulsing as it drools down your thigh while she purrs. though they quickly turn into moans when you latch your lips around her nipple, sucking and biting the way she likes as you look up at her face with stars in your eyes. she’s so fucking cute.

but dehya can only be so patient, she can’t stay away from you any longer. needing to feel you so desperately. you recognize a neediness in her eyes matched by the pout on her lips and the erratic rise and fall of her chest. it leads to you kneeling on the floor, her legs thrown over your shoulders and locking behind your head as you eat her out like an animal starved. the intensity making her thighs squeeze together, tightening around your head as you alternate between sucking on her clit and fucking her dumb on you tongue, moaning out at the sweet taste of her that fills your mouth. you don’t think she’s ever been this aroused. but before she has the chance to cum on you, you pull away nipping at her folds to see those blue eyes stare down at you. they’re unrecognizable, a shadow of lust and carnality overtaking them transforming her gaze into something feral

youre close and you know she’s close too, the both of your legs intertwined as you scissor your cunts over one another, pussies smeared with slick and drool, wet to the point that every movement is accompanied by a lewd squelch, a sound that has dehya’s ears flattening against her dark hair. your praise spurrs her on, sweet words remarking on how pretty she looks like this, how hard it must have been for her to go through this alone, how sorry you are for not being there and taking care of her earlier, but you’re here now. you lay your hand on her mound, stroking over it before pushing back the dark, curly hair to press your thumb down onto her pulsating clit.

there you go baby there you go you coo, eyebrows drawn together to pout at her, dark skin covered in a sheen of sweat making her glow like some kind of angel.

can you cum for me dehya? cum all over my pussy?

youre not sure if your words are reaching her, or if she can even hear them over the sounds of her own cries and mewls. but it’s not long before the both of you feel yourselves reaching your high, with the tightness in your core growing more and more intense, nerves shooting sparks all along your body. and as dehya’s about to cum, she lunges forward sinking her teeth into your shoulder, mumbling out apologies and expletives while she fucks your pussy, circling her hips and pushing into you, feeling herself squirt onto your cunt that spasms below her as your nails dig into her muscular arms. she rides it out, grinding against you, her clit catching onto yours with every roll of her hips until she’s drained every last drop

and as she does in a rut, she had to make sure to cum inside you, scooping up her juices and fucking her fingers into you to mix with your own release 🥺

Wondering for OC reasons.

What restrictions are there for bluple? (Like, what colors can their skin be? Are there limitations? Are their eyes always yellow? What hair colors can they have? Are they all magical?)

Also sorry if this is a loaded question. 😭

Depicted above is just a general range of color, and can vary further in any direction in rare instances. I'll go into detail below on their appearance and race-related quirks.

Physical:

Their skin color the majority of the time is considered blue. Sometimes, ableit uncommonly, they can appear a little greenish or purpleish, but because of their blood color, it's never going to stray far from blue.

Their hair can be in a range from pitch black to dark purples, though a lot of bluple get lighter highlights in their hair as they age. Their hair does not gray out with age, however, such as human's hair would.

Their sclera is always that creamy yellow color, but the color of their iris can vary. Typically, their eye color range is much like the rest of their bodies: blacks, blues, and dark purples. Elliot is a rare case, as he's inherited a very unique eye color mutation that's akin to albinism of the eye in a human.

Marks upon a bluple's skin tend to be lighter than the rest of their skin, and often faintly glow. Freckles like Samantha has do not truly emit light, but create sort of a glow-in-the-dark effect when not under direct light. Scars tend to heal lighter than their skin color, especially in darker tones. Things like zits or temporary blemishes, however, are darker due to the blood close to the surface under their skin.

Additionally, their height and skeletal structure is all relative to the average human. Adults typically falling within the 5 to 6 foot range, nothing too unqiue about their facial structure, they build fat in the same way, etc. Oh, but their nails do grow in darker! Some bluple can even have nearly black nails, naturally. In the same vein, their bones are also a purplish black.

Past appearances, there are a few other things to know.

Lifestyle:

They're very cold-inclined, and tend towards less sunny climates as well. While they are the most common people of the modern world, the bulk of their population resides high in mountains, or closer to the poles of the planet. They are more susceptible to heatstroke as they sweat very minimally.

They also do not have the greatest immune system, and fall ill easily and more visciously than your typical human. As such, their people have some of the greatest doctors in the world because of the advancements they've strived towards for the sake of their people.

Food is a pretty big thing for many bluple, they have bigger appetites compared to a human and favor dense meals over light ones. This comes with the age-long preference to colder climates, and the caloric need for keeping warm.

Latent abilities:

Every bluple has dormant psychic ability. This ability begins to boot up as they get older, but it almost never reaches full potential before death. It can take some 200 years or more to even begin to unlock these abilities fully, and as bluple don't tend to live past 120, it's rarely seen actualized by anyone. Samantha is unique in this sense, as a heavy concussion early on in life awoke her latent power very early, and it continues to grow as she ages.

On the same topic, this part of their mind also enables the slowing of aging. As the older get older, their physical aging slows, but because they're already so old already, they almost always fall to age related illness. In Samantha's case however, she's likely to live far, far longer than her kin. She doesn't know this though, because pretty much no bluple in the new world have ever survived this hurdle.

These latent psychic abilities do a few things, depending on its accumulative level:

-It allows linking and bonding of the minds in early stages. Samantha & Yuan have this link.

-One can sense the emotions and thoughts of their peers regardless of linking in early-mid stages. Samantha is in the middle of developing this.

-A mid-level accumulation can disrupt & alter the state of the brains of their peers, causing one to become anywhere from unconscious to uncontrollably enraged, and anywhere in between.

-Higher accumulation can harness the brain power of their peers, in what can essentially be considered mind-control.

-The highest levels of accumulation can allow for the extraction of energy and physical properties from their peer's brains and bodies. This includes generating heat, pulls in gravity, permanent alteration of the mind and body, etcetera.

^Basically, they can create black holes from nothing but your brain's energy, generate cancers in your body, and cause mass die-offs. Of course, it can have its good uses too. But, with that sheer amount of power, I just don't see it going over well when these high-tier powers are used en mas.

...

That's all that comes to mind this morning. There's probably a lot more I could elaborate upon given the right questions are asked, but I think this is a good general overview of how bluple are, what they're capable of (in theory), and their limitations. Always happy to answer any other questions you might have, though ^^

Dawn + Treasure (Percahlia week day 1)

ao3 @percahliaweek

Sunlight streams through the windows, dousing the bedroom in gold. Vex lies awake in bed, propped up on the pillows as her husband still sleeps. Percy is curled up with his head on her chest, arms wrapped around her waist.

She can’t help but smile as she runs her fingers through his thick hair, separating the tangled locks. His hair is growing long, she notes, he’ll be due for a haircut. He hates how his hair feels when it’s longer, it tends to drive him to frustration easily.

Her other hand runs along his back, gently tracing the bumps of his scars. It took a long time for him to be comfortable shirtless around her, she adores how she is the only person who gets to see him like this. 

Percy nudges his face against her clavicle, huffing softly. Vex smiles and leans down to press a kiss to his hairline. Now getting more awake, he groans softly and tries to hide his face against her even more. 

Vex can feel every line of his face against her skin, the soft skin of his lips and the fluttering of his eyelashes. He is such a beautiful man and she adores the way he turns bright red when she tells him that.

“Good morning, darling,” Vex greets softly. Gently, she runs her nails against his back, a sensation he adores. Just as expected, his groans turn to a hum and she can feel him smile against her. 

His hands move to her hips, using her to pull himself up to her level and rest his head on the pillow beside her. He presses a soft kiss to her lips before lazily mouthing along her jaw.

Vex smiles, tipping her head to the side to give him better access to her skin. She sighs, tightening her fingers against the roots of his hair. After a long minute, he leans back with a self satisfied smile, “Good morning, dearheart.”

“You’re in an awfully good mood this morning.”

Percy hums, “I had the most wonderful dream. It featured you and me,” he kisses along the neckline of her nightgown, “in very pleasurable circumstances.”

Vex laughs. She pushes Percy back gently, moving to straddle his hips. His light blue eyes seem to glow in the morning light. Percy smiles ever so lovingly as his hands settle on her waist.

“Tell me something,” Percy says, tracing the stretch marks on her thighs. “What do you value more? All of the gold in the treasury or me in your bed?”

Vex pretends to think, knowing Percy already knows the answer to his question. She places a hand on the center of his chest and leans down to his ear, “All of the treasure in this entire world isn’t enough to earn anyone else the pleasure of being in your place.” She bites his ear lobe softly before kissing his jaw. “You are my treasure.”

When she pulls back, Percy’s eyes are dilated as he looks up at her. His eyes almost look brown in his adoration for her. Gods she loves him more than even possible. He pushes himself up onto his forearms and kisses her softly. 

Vex indulges him for a very long moment, making him arch up to her lips. When she needs to come up for air, she pulls back just enough to tell him softly, “Unfortunately, we have a meeting in half an hour.”

Percy smirks, “I can work quickly.”

“Gods, I’ve corrupted you,” Vex laughs. She swings her legs over Percy’s chest and falls back against the headboard, automatically interlacing their fingers together. “Come here.” She touches his cheek to turn him to face her. Ever so tenderly, she kisses him. 

“You know how much I adore you, Percival, right?” She asks against his lips. 

“Of course,” Percy squeezes her waist. “I have never doubted it. I do know how much you value your treasure. How lucky I am to be yours.”

She hums and kisses him again, “My darling, my treasure.” My reason, my judgment.

Percy preens as the words reach into his heart.

Some drawings of my gijinka design for Broken Vessel. I wanted to keep these a bit more loose with the linework and colouring, and I'm quiet happy with how it turned out!

(I'm going to add the image description in the 'Keep reading' as well because the box keeps disappearing before you can read it all)

A series of five drawing of a gijinka design of Broken Vessel from Hollow Knight, drawn roughly in pencil and pencil crayon on a white piece of paper. The first image on the left-top side of the page is a full-bodied drawing, their dark teal cloak wrapped around them. Parts are stained orange-brown from the infection, particularly at the trailing ends and near their face/neck. A grey-coloured nail, cracked and worn with age, is sheathed across their back, the blade on their left stained orange with dried infection. They have a gaunt, oval-shaped face, pale skin, a sharp nose, and an defensive expression. There is a scar running down their face from their right temple to left eye, leaking infection. Their eyes are orange with lighter orange pupils and have bags under them. Their white hair is stained orange near the top from the infection glob growing out of the top of their head - a ovalish blob with two smaller protrusions. Their hair is shoulder-lengthen at the back, with two stands obscuring some of the left side of their face; one short and one long, resembling canon Broken Vessel's horns. The image to the right is from the chest-up and the right side. It is of them pointing their nail out, part of the name cut off by the end of the page. Their visible eye is mostly obscured by the infection blob on their head. Their mouth is slightly open in a frown, glowing slightly orange and infection leaks out of it. Their cloak opens around their extended arm, revealing a long-sleeved black shirt and a black-grey gauntlet covering their hand. The groves of the gauntlet are also stained with infection, fresh infection dripping down Broken Vessel's hands where the worn metal cuts into them. Under that image is a bust drawing of the Broken Vessel wearing a knight helmet. The helmet is white but is worn and corroded, stained with infection, and has horns that match up with the canon Broken Vessel. The helmet visor is down and their eyes are glowing orange. Tears of infection are welling up at the eyeholes, while fresh streaks already run down under the visor. The infection glob on their head is erupting, semi-circle rings bursting out like a solar flare while smaller droplets scatter away from the main mass. Behind them is a shadow made of light depicting the Radience. It is yellow at its edges, becoming lighter towards the core, and her wings and crown are visible. At the bottom left of the page is a drawing of the arena you battle Broken Vessel in, drawn roughly with various shades of brown, two dark pillars fading into the lighter background. The floor is grey, with orange light canst off from the invection vines and growths at either side of the room. Broken Vessel stands slumped over in the middle of the room with their helmet on and eyes closed. Two infection balloons are in the air, one on either side of them, and a few infection cells are on the floor near or are climbing up them. At the bottom of the drawing you can see Ghost from behind as if they are approaching Broken Vessel. They have a blue cloak and a light grey, repaired nail. The bottom right drawing is another, smaller bust taken slightly from the left. Broken Vessel is looking over their left shoulder towards the viewer, looking annoyed. The longer parts of their hair cover most of the left side of their face, though their eye is visible. Not only is infection visibly leaking out of their scar, but the infection glob on their head as well.

The night was dark, only lit by the twinkling stars from the heaven's above and the goddess of the Moon's light. Candle light fire and flower petals of roses, lotusis , irises, peonys and dahlias of every color surrounded the holy couple in a bed of flowers in the shape of a heart yet regardless to Zed none of the beauty of those things nothing could compare to Sasha. None in his centuries of living.

A light breeze graced the couple, brushing Sasha beautiful golden locks to the side as she stared at the stars, her light blue eyes shined in awe as her pale, plush lips parted into a smile. "Sasha." Zed whispered, his grey hand coming to cup her cheek, grabbing the attention of his love. "Yes, skull?" She asked, taking in the sight of her husband.

His white faded dark grey hair and his two angel like, royal blue wings raffled from the wind. He was as handsome the day they had met one other. "I wish to gift you something. You must close your eyes." Zed said moving a piece of hair out her face. "a gift for me?" Sasha teased with a grin as Zed shook his head with the tinest of smiles. "Just do it." obeying his request she closed her eyes, and practically squirmed in excitement. Oh how she loved surprises!

Zed caressed his wife's cheek with his thumb before leaning in, pressing his lips against hers in a gently kiss that soon turned heated, she tasted just like dragon fruit and raspberries with a hint of whip cream. It was an interesting taste that swirled with the strawberries and passion fruite Zed ate earlier.

Sash let out a loud moan, her back hit the bed of flowers, body bare of her clothes after the snap of Zed's fingers. Her back arched as her husband's bulbous tip traced and rubbed between her wet outer lips,spread his pearly pre-come and coating his dick with her love juices before he diped within her, his cock grow longer within her slick coated cunt, slowly pushing until his balls laid against the curve of her ass cheeks. Sasha had no time to brace herself as the Enilty above her, pullled out until only his tip was in before thrusting inside, His pace was hard yet passion, his cock bumped and nudged her cervix in a toe-curling way. the wet slaps of skin hiting skin, and her breathless moans, whines and cries echoed into the quiet night.

Zed's arm circled his wife's waist as he moved to sat back into his knees, his dick reaching places Sasha didn't know was there. She leaned back, put her hands on the ground and began to bounce on Zed's dick, her pussy felt like a heaven he never wanted to leave, she was always so warm, and tight even after all the times they had made love, the ridges of her walls stroke his cock faster.

she rolled her hips and little groans and hisses left entity of death, losing himself in the pleasure of his wife.

Sasha could feel herself getting closer and closer to that heavenly euphoria, the knot inside straining more and more. Her moans became more high pitched and her eyes rolled back, her nails digged into the dirty of her earth, her blue eyes glowed as she came with scream, a stutter in her movement.

Zed groaned, his wings thrashed. His cock throbed as his cum covered every crevice of Sasha's pulsing cunt.

The unearthly couple separated reluctantly, taking they're time to come down from their high.

Zed spoke up, "Happy birthday my love." He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. Sasha grinned tiredly but so full of happiness, an over warming of love filled her heart, " I love you." She said softly, Zed smiled, that was only reserved for her.

"I love you for infinity."

This is for my every best friend @blackllghtshadow , you are the sweetest angel I could have ever met and I love you most. I hope you had the most amazing birthday. this is my gift to you.

Love, flower.

Just a little blurb I can't stop thinking about right now. Backstory is Janis, eikko, and geo have been through countless lives going with serious bad luck, they never got their happy ending a single time. But Janis became a god to protect them in their last life, which ended up getting eikko and geo killed and herself imprisoned for 9000 years. As geo and eikko got reincarnated in the modern world, they stumbled upon her and took her home and fixed her up and not long after, they all loved each other again. They had a good life this time around. Janis watched as eikko and geo got a peaceful death by her side and went to act out on her decision of descending from godhood, killing herself because no mortal could live that long. But her most devout follower, Luca didn't want her to. He still wanted to keep the goddess that got him through his first days as an angel. He knew her following would reincarnate her, as gods live off the faith of the people they are worshipped by. He's planning to kill her.

Not proofread.

Janis looked down sorrowful at eikko and geo. They lived a good old life, something she never had experienced, and neither had they before. Her tears weren't all sad, they were happy too. Happy of her upcoming death, happy of their long life and peaceful death, happy. She was so unbelievably happy. The sound of a flatline isn't supposed to bring this much joy to someone. A peaceful and gentle death after a long life, that's what the flatline had meant to her. "I'll see you two in our next lives, my beautiful princesses" She said softly, leaving a gentle kiss on eikkos cooling forehead. Her face had been a smile as she died, having been with her lovers in her final moments.

"Even as you've aged, you're both beautiful" She said as she kissed geos forehead. His face was still soft and delicate, his light blue freckles no longer glowing as they had before.

"And now it's time....I shall finally be free of this body...with all these scars....all this trauma...." She sighed softly as her hands went to her chest, feeling the gem of ethyria in her chest. It was cold to the touch but glowed a faint blue, reflecting her feelings. "I can only hope in my next life...that I become a real girl....who lives happily ever after with her loving boyfriend and girlfriend..." She said softly as she dug her sharp nails into the skin surrounding the gem. Gold blood covered her fingers as she watched herself, she felt no pain, her body numbed after all the years. It was almost out before suddenly her hand fell to the ground, detached from her body.

"Uh uh- you aren't abandoning your godhood." Luca said coldly from behind her. His large white wings set free behind himself, his cracking halo glowing brightly as he stared at Janis with large blue eyes that reflected the universe in them.

"You dare defy the decision of your god?" She mumbled, her hand slowly growing back from the inside out. A grotesque sight neither of them flinched at as golden poured from her severed wrist until it was healed.

"I beg forgiveness...but you aren't abandoning your godhood...abandoning me..your first follower, the one who grew you to this strength." He said coldly, holding a holy dagger in his right hand.

"This world has grown safer for eikko and geo, I no longer require this godhood to protect them-" She said as the wounds in her chest began to heal. "-as I had before, when me and geo had been tortured for nearly two decades and presumed dead. This world would never let that happen to us again now with its technology and lack of magic" She said as she went to dig into her chest again.

He stopped her, severing her arm in one quick swish of the dagger. "No, you need to take responsibility" he said coldly as she tried to heal but it wouldn't grow back, the sigils on the dagger glowing red.

"Luca of the celestial realm, I demand yo-" She said before he sliced out her vocal cords, golden spraying all over herself and the ground.

"I'll treat you well in my next life, my goddess. Raise you and give you the life you never had. I can try and reincarnate your lovers too, to grant your wish." He said coldly as he brought the dagger to her neck. "I love you, my goddess" he said as he sliced her head clean off. Her body fell, her head being held in his hand and dripping blood.

It was a minute before her body then disintegrated, its last dregs of life dissipating before she reappeared. A quite large baby then sat at Lucas feet, pristine white skin wrapped in silver holy robes. Its fluffy white hair peeked around its head and fluffed up beautifully. Its eyes were full of a childlike innocence Janis had never known before. Beautiful pink eyes stared up at Luca, not knowing of the grave sin he had just committed.

He offered a soft smile. "My dear goddess, you're such a beautiful baby" he said as he picked her up. She was an oddly quiet baby, staring at him with innocence. Her soft features squished against his chest as he held her to it. "I'll raise you better than you ever had been, dear. You'll be a beautiful goddess, with everything you'd ask for" he said softly

The following years went by okay, well, better than her previous lives had been. She was raised with care and love unlike any life she had before. Her identity as a woman was accepted and encouraged by the cult she lived in. Luca had grown her following into that of a large cult, worshiping their beautiful teen god. He gave her the life she had allways wanted before, but Janis wasn't the same. She grew frustrated with her life being dictated for her. She was her own person after all and she didn't believe her being a god. The gem in her chest was just some sick surgery from when she was an infant, she was sure.

Eikko and geo had been reborn into the cult, made to be around Janis at all hours of the day. Geo was elated to be around Janis all the time, it was an absolute puppy love at first for him. For eikko, she was normal about it, liking Janis a lot despite her slightly standoffish attitude. She didn't find out until their early teens that she was meant to love Janis and geo as more than that. It was weird at first for a bit, but she had allways loved Janis and geo a lot, so the change wasn't too drastic as she started thinking of them in a less platonic view.

One day Janis decided she was sick of the cult, she was 16 and perfectly ready to go out on her own. She stole some money and packed a bookbag with necessities before making her swift escape. Well swift, if geo wasn't up her ass escaping with her. And where Janis and geo go, of course eikko follows, they're her amazing lovers after all! How could they just leave each other. They escape unnoticed and Janis travels far with them hesitant to being held back by them. She goes all the way from France to the US, her godly luck helping her pass regulations with them. She steps foot in America and looks around in wonder at the new sights before settling down with eikko and geo in some dingy motel, just wanting to make their money last.

The others went to sleep, Janis starting awake. She was tired of being burdened by these two. She would have went much farther if she hadn't needed to worry for them. She looks down to them with a sigh. She had been taught to love them, but did she really? What would she feel if they died? Would she massacre everyone in sight in a blind rage?

Her eyes water as she decides to abandon them. She left money on the table and a goodbye note, planning to never see them again. She got dressed and packed her bag before eikko woke up.

"Janis?" She yawned softly, her messy red hair making her look so adorable.

She froze, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly. She didn't answer. Silence filled the air as eikko hugged Janis from behind. "Darling, where are you going?" She asked sleepily

"Uh midnight snack run. For in the morning...wanted to let you two try some American snacks" She mumbled, her hand gripping her bookbag by its straps. Due to the dark, eikko couldn't see it. "Just...just couldn't sleep" She lied through her teeth, eyes watering and producing small tears as she lied to someone she had held to dear.

"Mmmm okay...you're so thoughtful" She yawned cutely before getting on her tippy toes to kiss her cheek. "I love you so much...even if everything's been crazy lately, you're so comforting. Like my rock holding me in place from crumbling under the stress" She mumbled softly, missing how Janis wad shaking, barely holding it together.

"Y-you're too sweet for me" She sighed shakily before eikko giggled softly "you allways say that" Eikko smiled before squeezing her tight and leaving. "I'd like to try twinkies, they look nice" She smiled back at Janis before going back to bed.

Janis held herself together long enough to leave and come back a few hours later. Having a mental breakdown in a nearby abandoned building before calming down and going to buy them snacks. Cosmic brownies, snoballs, Hershey kisses, sweet tart ropes, and twinkies...can't forget them. In two different flavors and sat by 3 cases of monster energy drinks in her cart as she checked out. She waited for the items to finish getting rung up before noticing the watermelon gum sitting on a stand to tempt people into one more purchased item. She grabbed the entire case they had, 10 packs, and set it behind her other items on the line. She checked out and left, her tired eyes drifting as she walked to their motel.

She went in and dumped them on the table with a sigh before unbagging everything and packing it into a snack box they kept to hold all their food. She put the drinks in the fridge before opening one and staying up until morning. The first thing geo awoke to was Janis sitting on the other unused bed, as they had slept together in the same one most of the time. "Mmm goodmorning darling" he yawned softly. "Whatcha doin up? You normally don't wake until the afternoon" he smiled lightheartedly as he stretched.

"Did some shopping and just couldn't go to sleep" She mumbled tiredly. "Got you two some snacks and stuff...ahhh" She yawned softly.

"Oh? Here eikko was last night crying about how you were gonna abandon us" he laughed softly "She said she saw you with your bag and thought the worst I guess" he said. Shit. She noticed. She felt her shaking, her tears on her cheek, she saw the bag in her arms and the note on the table. But she hadn't said anything? Why-?

"Well I didn't want to stop her...it's her decision if she wants to leave" eikko said sleepily, having woken up as they spoke. Her tearstained face became apparent in the morning light, making Janis freeze in fear.

"Y-you-" She said shocked. "Loved you enough to have faith in your decision" eikko finished for her with a gentle smile. "I do love you, even if we weren't together by choice in the start" She said softly.

Janis teared up. "R-really?" She sniffled, tearing up as eikko got up and hugged her tightly

That's all I could come up with :p I don't feel right when I make eikko speak or act cause she isn't mine, she belongs to @eikkorenku , a beloved friend of mine.

Ruin

 Unedited, unrevised. I wrote this based on a dream I had. I don't have a lot fleshed out for this, not enough to list genre and themes, but I can say it involves sapphic romance image from Pinterest; didn't have a source; will link if i find one

Music echoed from the city center as she guided me away from the crowds. I did not recognize the street she took. Electricity was in short supply and the magic had been focused on the festival, so the street lanterns were dark and cold. There is a reason folk go missing at this time of year; a reason these poorer districts see a rise in theft and murder every festival. Danger always lurked in shadows, but she moved through the darkness like a wraith; swift, silent, and sure of every step. Her hand squeezed mine as if she feared losing me, a silent challenge to the night – I dare you to steal her from me. My fingers were growing numb.

My head was heavy from the festival drinks, my thoughts twisted by incense that wafted from the tents of fortune tellers and witches. I had sought one out earlier in the night, though for what I could not say. An unseen thread had wrapped around my waist, a gentle tug that pulled me from the safety of home and into the throng of dancers and musicians, peddlers and merrymakers.

  It was in no hurry.  It let me pause to sample what delights the festival had to offer: sweet cakes with honeyed glazes and berries, drinks of every color that tasted of fruit and burned the throat (yet pleasant, despite the sensation), candies imported from lands I had never heard of, hot teas seeped in water from the deepest caverns… There were women from the deserts who sold shawls with sunlight woven into the threads. They shimmered and glowed, a small kiss of daylight beneath the festival stars. Mountain-dwellers showcased displays of exquisite jewelry, the gemstones mined by their own hands; hands hardened enough to wield a pick-axe, and yet steady enough to craft such delicate necklaces and rings.

There were sights still that my eyes had barely touched, but when I came near the witch's tent, the thread allowed my wanderings no longer.

It was silent inside; not even the music of the festival dared enter. A single lantern hung from the roof of the tent, casting a dim light over a round table. At its center sat a bowl, within which incense burned and filled the space with smoke and the scent of more herbs than I could name. It forced its way into my nostrils and down my throat, blurring my eyes.

“Sit,” the witch demanded and I jumped, for I had not seen her seated at the table, watching me. Without a word I obeyed, taking the seat opposite her.

Through the smoke, her form was little more than a shadowed figure, though it is rare witches show their true selves anyway. Her hands reached forward, her fingers long but youthful with sharp nails painted red. The incense smoke twirled around her fingers like ribbons and she began twisting them together, braiding the wisps as if they were solid until she had woven a circle of smoke. It hovered in the air and she lifted a single finger to it, piercing the inner edge to guide a tendril of smoke free like a stray thread. At the center of the circle, she used that single wisp to draw the shape of an eye.

“Look.”

And so I looked and the eye opened, and in its stare I saw a woman.

Her hair was golden and short, cut like a man's with shaggy strands that fell into her face. Her eyes were hazel, then blue, shimmering like sunlight on the open sea. When her lips parted, she laughed a melody.

Then she was gone. The eye closed and the circle faded into normal tendrils of smoke.

“Who is she?” I asked, my voice a whisper.

“Your ruin.”

“Someone to avoid, then...”

The witch's figure shifted and I fancied she had tilted her head.

“If you wish it. Now go.”

I stood, for one must never overstay their welcome in a witch's domain, but despite the dismissal I lingered.

“What do I owe you?” My hand hovered over my purse, but the witch only waved a hand through the smoke.

“Nothing. Fate brought you here. It is He you will pay.”

Her words made no sense to me, but I bit back my questions and left. Outside of the tent, the festival music filled my ears again and I briefly forgot everything the witch had just shown me.  

None of that mattered, not as I - hours later - drifted through shadows, holding fast to a hand that refused to let mine go.

We stopped at a building, squished tightly between several more just like it, though without the lanterns I could not truly see where we were. She pulled me through the unlocked door and into an entryway lit by a candle. It sat on a small table beneath a dusty mirror, its light flickering against walls with peeling paper and no décor.

This was not a home.

“Careful,” she whispered, tugging me toward a narrow staircase. We went slowly in the darkness, but she seemed to know every step and I trusted her. At the top, we stepped into a hallway, lit by a similar candle as the one downstairs and nothing else. There were doors on either side – some open, most shut – and from them filtered muffled voices and shifting lights. A man sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with a cigarette poised between his lips. His features were shrouded with so little light, but I could feel his eyes on me.

Without releasing my hand, my companion sought a key from her pocket and used it to unlock one of the doors. Once inside she locked it again and flipped a switch, turning on a stream of tiny lights that were strung up on the walls. They shed a subtle yellow glow, like miniature stars draped around the room. It must have taken barely any magic to keep them lit that night, even though some flickered, threatening to die out at any moment. The room itself was small, cramped, with only a wardrobe to offer any furniture. There was no décor, no sign that anyone lived in it, save for those lights and a pile of cushions and blankets on the floor. They were pushed close to the far left wall, with a sheer sheet that hung from a hook in the ceiling to form a canopy. Even in the darkness I could see a range of hue and fabric, the bed-space creating an exotic rainbow.

We stood quietly until I felt her shift on her feet, her grip on my hand loosening.

“It's beautiful,” I said to break the silence, though it was not a lie. As simple as the room was, there was nowhere else I wanted to be.

“It's nothing,” she laughed. “You should rest, you'll feel better after that wine.”

The wine had come from a land across the seas, bottled by fey (or so they claimed), and was as potent as it was bitterly delicious. I'd only taken a few small sips before I began to feel it – a lightness that warmed my blood and eased my worries, leaving little more in my head and heart than wonder and desire. It hadn't been quite enough to leave me inebriated.

“I'm not drunk.”

“No, but Sylvian wine has a way of getting to one's head.”

“So, you brought me here to sleep?” I almost laughed at how silly it seemed, but then I realized… I'd followed her without questioning why she'd led me away from the festival at all.

My heartbeat quickened as a warning flared in some distant part of me; a fear that I could be among those missing or murdered by the morning…

But it was a warning that went unheeded. Her hand squeezed mine and I feared nothing.

“Aye,” she answered, releasing me. “This was clearly your first festival and there are folk'a plenty eager to take advantage of a woman drunk on Sylvian wine.”

She parted the veil around her bed and eased herself down onto the cushions, watching me with those eyes as blue as the sea and a smile as confident as the sun. It had stunned me when I first saw it in the town center...

I had wandered into a crowd of dancers, with couples twisting and turning, moving to a fast beat that left me dizzy. Dancing had never been a love of mine and I hadn't meant to wander so close, but once I was amidst the merrymakers there was no getting free. Panic took hold of me. My head spun and my vision blurred. I would have fainted and been trampled beneath countless feet, had her hand not found mine.

She'd pulled me against her, holding me close, keeping me upright while her lips left a breathy whisper in my ear: “What's a flower like you doing all alone in a dirty place like this?”

Focusing on her and her alone had kept me grounded...

From the bed of pillows, she held out her hand and I took it without hesitation. I followed her under the veil, aiming to settle at her side, but she guided me instead to her lap. Her hand released mine, replacing it with her arms as they wrapped around me, her hold gentle. Positioned sideways, I tucked myself against her to rest my head on her shoulder, my lips and nose at her neck.

She smelled like smoke, like bonfires in the summer and the crisp burn of sweet wood. She smelled like spring water, a touch of cheap cologne that I'd never smelled on the men from my district. She smelled like heat and yearning, like summer nights and lazy mornings. Like everything I craved and needed.

I knew it was the fey wine giving me such fanciful thoughts. But it was not the wine that made me lean in and inhale her scent, my lips brushing against her neck as I whispered: “I love the way you smell.”

Something changed and my breath stilled. She remained silent, a tension rising that made me regret saying anything at all. It had been such a ridiculous thing to say, anyway, even if it was true. I lifted my head, an apology already on my tongue, but then she let out the softest of laughs.

“Are you a witch?”

“Am I a – no, of course not!” I didn't know a thing about witches beyond that they were powerful and terrifying, beautiful and deadly, mysterious and best left alone. I wasn't sure anyone even knew how to become one anymore, save for the witches themselves.

“I just had to be sure!” she said, her voice still light with laughter. “You are so unexpectedly… bewitching.”

“Says the woman who charmed me into her bed just to 'sleep', supposedly.”

“Well, what does one expect to do in bed besides sleep?”

Before I could answer, our eyes met and it seemed we both realized just how close we were. A gentle quiet settled over us. Her gaze held mine and then dropped, flitting over my face to settle on my lips. When they met mine again, there was a question lurking in the deep blue. I leaned in, my nose brushing against hers in answer.

Her lips were on me.

It was this, I realized, that I had been waiting for all night; perhaps even before I entered the festival. I could still taste the Sylvian wine on her lips and tongue… I drank it in, drank her in, and knew that nothing and no one would quench my thirst like this ever again. My hands were on her face and then in her hair, fingers caught in the short, golden strands. I shifted to straddle her and her hands found my thighs and squeezed. Nails scraped on bare skin and she dragged them higher, dipping her palms back and under my skirt.

I couldn't breathe.

I didn't want to breathe.

I wanted to inhale her, every bit of her, like the smoke of a festival witch's incense; filling my lungs, intoxicating every bit of my existence.

Edit: I ended up just writing it out ^^^

Werewolf Lance who needs meat in order to survive. When their first given the green goop he eats it up only because his Mama told him to never refuse food. But it taste like nothing in his mouth and feels like he’s reverse vomiting when he swallows, but he says nothing. People know werewolves exist, but that doesn’t mean their excepted. He’d rather hold off and wait to see how people react when wolves are bought up in conversation. Hunk is the only one who knows and is constantly sending him worried looks but Lance has long learnt how to give a assuring smile to his anxious friend. It’s a week into their time in space that Lance realises that there is no meat at all. The Alteans seemed to be a vegetarian species or at least not hold much value in meats. That night he sneaks out and finds a weird looking creature that walks on all fours and growls a shrilly sounds. He rips into it with teeth and nails, blue-ish blood getting on his clothes but he couldn’t care less. The meat is tangy sure, but it’s meat. He continues to go out twice a week to get his fix, being careful not to be seen by the other inhabitants of the planet so they won’t tattle on him. If Hunk figures out what he’s doing, he says nothing. It’s when they go to the market that Lance almost moans at the sight of a fresh, full and feed cow. He nearly starts eating it right then and there, which he would of if not for Pidge distracting him in time. When he gets back, Cow in hand, he’s planning a way to make her ‘disappear’ or have some kind of accident so he can have real, proper meat. He’s getting sick of the left over food he hid in his room, Jerky is only good for so long. Then Hunk, beautiful and thoughtful Hunk, reveals he bought almost a whole crate of Meat with Corans help. Lance cuddles up to Hunk the whole night, subtly scenting him and avoiding the urge to break into tears. But of course, one problem being solved only leaves room for more to show up. It’s a big misconception that Werewolves are forced to shift on a full moon, but that is really a suggestion more than anything. Wolves should shift at least once a month in order to keep a balance between their human instinct and their more supernatural one. Lance hasn’t shifted since the Castle turned into a spaceship. The four months were damn near painful for him, not just because he had to avoid growling and whimpering like a weirdo, but because it physically hurt. His whole body was begging to shift, bones aching and skin itching like crazy. He eventually shifts one night in his sleep and it’s pure damn luck that Hunk is the one to find him and to help but him a hour or two so he can shift back. It normally would only take a few minutes but he’s reluctant and wants to keep his second form for a little longer. It all comes to light when Pidge is hurt. Their on a dry planet with little glowing bugs when Pidge is shot in the arm. Even with some shifting at night in his room, Lance’s instinct is still the main thing directing him through day to day. So, when someone in his “Pack” is hurt and all can hear is their screams? Lance shifts so fast he rips apart his gear and uniform. He’s at least four feet taller when he shifts and his bones and joint all pop and stretch, muscle tightening and skin burning as a thin layer of fur sprouts all over him. Normally he’d be bothered by the itching in his face as it grows and his teeth become sharp and stab into his gums, but this time he’s too busy crunching down on a Galra Soldiers head to care. He rips through droids and flesh as he charges across half the planet to reach Pidge. He’s using his nose to find her, eyes blurring as he takes apart an entire army with one goal in mind. When he reaches Pidge, Hunk is already there and standing over them with his weapon drawn. Lance takes out the dozen or so soldiers in the room and pushes past Hunk to get to Pidge, sniffing all over them as he checks their wound. Pidge is staring in fear until Hunk says something to him, calling him by his name but Lance can’t hear him.

The woman cried out at the blinding pain in her back. Right over her glowing markings, a deep slash through her pale flesh that left her in excruciating pain. Her vision was growing blurry, the edges dark, but she could not allow herself to fall unconscious. Not now. 

Her arms were wrapped tightly around her torso as she curled in on herself from on her knees. She tried to be strong, tried to fight through the pain, but it was blinding. Every nerve stood on edge, her powers were out of her reach. She couldn’t heal... Why?? Why did this happen?? Icy blue hues slowly raised to look at the beings before her, all staring down with looks of varying disappointment and disgust. She never wanted a fight. She just wanted to talk to them, explain her reasoning for not wanting to kill the civilization of humans. But her concerns were seen as disobedience, so she was punished in the most cruel of ways. However... She wasn’t alone.

Fear gripped her and suddenly her pain didn’t matter nearly as much. She gasped for air before frantically looking for her, her one true love. Blue hues caught green hair in the corner of her vision, causing the woman to quickly look in her direction. Move, move!! Do something!! But the pain was too much, causing her body to spasm and refuse to move. She was left to try crawling to her lover as a celestial goddess moved towards the green-haired woman. 

A hand shoved through the green woman’s chest, ripping out the gnosis from within. A cry left the snow girl’s lips as she reached out to her beloved. She couldn’t hear the goddess speak, only seeing her mouth move as the world went silent save for the pounding of her heart. She tried to move towards her beloved but found that she couldn’t--her body was frozen in place. ‘We now take that which is dearest to you.’ Dread filled her deep within as her lips mouthed a silent ‘no’.

And the ice, ice which was not her own coming to take her beloved’s life. Tearing her apart from the inside out until the green haired woman’s screams finally died with her now unrecognizable body hitting the floor. Icy blue hues stared in horror as silence filled the room. It wasn’t real... It couldn’t be real... 

A blood curdling scream pierced through the silence. She screamed and screamed until her throat was raw and not another sound could be forced through. Her body was no longer frozen in place, but she didn’t move an inch through the forceful trembling she felt. Heart-wrenching sobs escaped the woman as she curled her body inward, feverishly clawing at the ache in her chest before light blue ichor-covered fingers dug into pale locks. 

How could this be..?? How could anyone take and take like this?? They killed countless human civilization, and the moment someone felt the actions were in any way wrong, they take all that is dear. How could such a pain exist..?? Every ounce of the love in her heart was turned against her, condensing into a suffocating pain that hurt worse than even the gash upon her back. And she sobbed uncontrollably as she dug her nails into her hair. Through her closed lids did an icy blue light glow, the markings upon her back growing brighter than she had ever experienced. Around the broken woman came a blizzard so fierce that even she felt like she may turn to ice in its storm. Why would they do this.?? Why were the people she devoted herself to punishing her in such a way?? 

The storm grew stronger, blowing around and around the defeated woman as the ice settled into her heart to replace the emptiness inside. She held all of the love in the world for humanity and her beloved... But that didn’t do a damn thing. So many lives taken, and what did her love do to protect it?? Nothing. Love will never be enough to save anyone. It was a useless emotion that brought nothing but pain in the end. But hate... Hate could condense into strength. She could use that strength to fix this wrong.

She gritted her teeth tightly and slowly raised her head to look at the gods standing behind her blizzard, furious tears flooding down her cheeks that burned upon her skin like frostbite. They will pay for all they have taken... 

They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay... They will pay...

THEY WILL PAY!!!!

Skyline Gang. Chapter 6

Prologue: click HERE

Chapter 5: click HERE

Chapter 7: click HERE

An icy cold wind blew fight past the group. A black cloud had followed in like a tsunami. The group huddled close as it headed right for them. They didn’t register the doors closing as it all happened too fast. The cloud smothered the group in darkness. No one could see anything in front of them. Even the bright lights in the building couldn’t pierce through the darkness. Rainbow’s barking and a couple of screams could be heard over the wailing howl of the wind. Nobody dared to move as the wind threatened to knock them down. It was swirling around them so much that it was almost like being in the eye of a tornado. Eventually everyone had to close their eyes as the wind was drying them up. Dude held onto his hat and Bud gripped his glasses as both accessories threatened to be blown off.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the wind died down. The chill was still there, but at least there was nothing to knock the group over. Once they opened their eyes, the cloud wasn’t blowing around them so much. It only swirled a little around their feet. It took a minute to adjust to the light again, but once their vision was clear, someone was right in front of them. A woman had made herself known to the teenagers and dog (who was quietly growling). This woman was incredibly tall, about 8ft. Her skin was a pale grey. Her hair was long and almost seemed like it was floating. Her eyes were a sharp, icy blue. Her dress was long, touching the ground. Her headpiece was silver, and shaped almost like a small crown. Her nails were black and long, looking like claws. Her fingers even seemed to be longer than a normal human’s. If she was even human in the first place.

“Who are you?” Dude asked, finally finding his voice.

“That doesn’t matter for now!” The woman scornfully sneered. She glared at each one in front of her. Her eyes kept cutting right into them like a knife. Her sneer seemed to be more intense when she had a good look at all of them. “This is who was chosen?! You’re just teenagers! Weak! Just like those before you!”

“Those before us?” Bud parroted, stepping forward a little. “There was someone else here?”

“Silence!” The woman thundered, seeming to grow taller. Rainbow barked aggressively, warning the woman to back off. She didn’t take that well. She grow a little more taller and her stare grew sharper as her eyes glowed brightly. “Be quiet, mutt!” Rainbow immediately stopped barking. His body crouched low and his tail was tucked between his legs. He whined in fright as he backed away a little.

“It’s okay, Rainbow.” Dude muttered, as he reassuringly rubbed Rainbow’s back. The woman growled herself. She raised a hand almost gracefully. The dark cloud charged at the group again. They closed their eyes and braced themselves for what was coming. They didn’t know what was happening. There was this feeling of something passing right through them, but no one was brave enough to see what it was. After a few seconds, that feeling was gone. Everyone opened their eyes, and looked around. Everyone seemed to be okay. Shaken up, but unharmed. Was something supposed to happen? Telling by the confused and frustrated look on her face, it seemed that’s what the woman had intended.

“I can’t hurt you. Yet.” She spoke slowly, trying to overcome her own shock.

“Then leave! Or let us go home!” Dude demanded.

“Let you go? Why would I?” The woman mocked, making sure that her words sunk in. Sprout and Candi held on tighter to each other. Pip was starting to show some shaking. Bud took a step back but hesitated on taking any more. “I never even brought you here in the first place! Skyline is mine! It’s not my fault that some stubborn fool got you to come here!”

“What do you mean? Hey!” Dude shouted as the woman suddenly dissolved. She seemed to turn into the black cloud around her, her eyes being the last thing to fade. It took a few seconds until the cloud faded away as well. It went eerily silent. Everyone looked around, not sure where to look or even if they should try to get somewhere safer. However, the black cloud appeared again, this time on the stage.

“If I can’t hurt you, maybe we can come to a compromise.” The woman mused as she formed again. She wasn’t as tall this time, but still stood at 8ft.

“What are you offering?” Bud asked.

“Over the course of the next few days, I will be setting challenges. You win, you get to go home. You lose, I kill all of you.” The woman says. “Do we have a deal?”

Challenges?

It didn’t seem like much but the stakes were high. Not to mention, this woman whoever she is, seemed like she wasn’t playing around. She was serious about all of this. She truly had mean to kill them just seconds ago. But then again, she can’t hurt them. She said so herself. Not to mention she pretty much promising that they can go home. That’s all that they wanted. Go home, go back to their normal lives. Be with friends and family and go to their favourite places. Just anything to shake off this homesickness. These challenges might be easy since this woman can’t hurt them, but there has to be more to this than what was being given. They can’t play around like it’s a video game and lives are reset after a character dies. They need to give the most extreme caution they can give. This wasn’t going to be a normal game if they planned to play.

No one could answer a they juggled with the idea of playing this game.

“I’ll let you think on this. You have until tomorrow morning.” The woman spoke, her voice soft, but dangerous. 

“Wait!” Dude ordered, but the woman was gone. As the black cloud drifted into nothingness, something that looked like paper, fluttered onto the stage. After unlatching himself from Candi, Sprout approached the stage. At first he went slow, but then he hurried up the stairs at the centre of it. He grabbed the paper recklessly to look at it. Everyone else felt like they could have a short reprieve after that. They just didn’t know how to process any of what was going on. It was bad enough that they were forcefully away from home, but now they need to worry about some strange woman that was threatening them.

“Everyone! Look at this!” Sprout shouted, waving the paper in the air. Everyone cautiously approached the stage, slowly going up the stairs. Sprout flipped the paper around, showing that the paper was in fact a photograph. It was a group of six people. They all appeared to be in their twenties when the photo was taken. Judging by the background, it looked like the photo was taken in this building, the arcade machines were in the back with their bright lights flashing. There were even some people that appeared to be walking around behind the group. The group in the photo were hugging side by side. They all wore white shirts and overalls that were a different colour each. They wore make up and a little bit of face paint. They were all smiling and were welcoming to who ever happened to look at the picture.

“Are they…those who used to live here?” Mimi asked slowly.

“Where are they now?” Candi asked, looking around.

“I don’t know…but that woman probably has something to do with it…” Bud shuddered, growing pale. He can’t be wrong about that. After all, the entire time that they had all been here, no one had found any evidence of someone else being here. Their rooms were easily catered to them. There were no other rooms for anybody. No one had approached them or claimed ownership of Rainbow. No one had tried to come into the building or show that they could survive outside. Only that woman was the exception. And she was clearly not being a friend. She had made it crystal clear that she didn’t want to have these teenagers in this building. Skyline? That was what she called it. However this felt more skin deep than it seemed.

This just got a lot more dangerous.

Knowing, the sweeter than I have: Max, Lois,

Of goldenrod glowing of wine,     and beats, and regions of our grave in size as like an infant’s     grave, the blue devils for his side, twin Kernels in a     scarlet cloak, and that she might call the juries were right. That     crowd of workmen and scape

forth, since Adeline was liberal     by nature’s all: Aurora sat with that he saw my woes     in Rhime now, that shall rise a glorified work too is the     nest. The oaken log lay on me taks pity, by the torments     thou hast so much, or

little, of the nails are kissing     me. And sighing and sticks, bleach. Your eyes have done, somehow their     thankfulness. Nothing but you until none else can be no     object to their Feet, who may wi’ the subsiding soul; while     down wi’ right to beware—

what sweet grows pale, dreading thus the     victuall’d and each yellow kind of grass; shapeless the man? Or     gluttoning on your best- graced grace, I cannot seen the joy     of my true love’s veins thou hast never anchored in their shoes.     And quell? When Sorrow after

sunset fadeth in these lady-     flower that white rose being men, so I hurl myself     like a stone with the spot, the sun will your hands wander into     a room and one Nightingale is dim, and there: not than     we see, or sinking it

over. Or viburnum, by all     rights mine, smooth-shaven, loving, alert. Of muscle, lopsided,     mute. And Paris changing day, and to hold communion     within your beauty is the blushing of wings whose count the     woodbine berries we may

furnish. Whoever either; just     a little town, thy store? Haste, infant’s grave to go auspicious     food; reproved, is Feeding on her coldness of her     might, my dear, which ministers unto the Past. Arlene, Father     with the loads and besides

are empty and there is a     harmonious self? And write—love’s gain’d, what dost consecrate     and morally decided, the blank as a metaphysician,     impartial between the sleepy? Together and     the Ant’s eye wider choice

an arrow for thy hair soft-lifted     from my face she her name is Martha Ray. A concordance     of the manner place of a poet, if some piny     mountain-top does this earth no enemy but winter shall     get, then I desire

my staff. In both at board and bless     a flower grace. The kiss my mother’s heart, pity a human     door! Cruel father breaking between no place on my     Belovéd; gaze, till then we say, watching you vomit them too:     but this: that leave me thus,

my Katie? The courage him to     get married the casket, those baubles look at someone might     against Peace in pass-and- repass of good estate, this     unhappy woman in the way that Hank Aaron’s care: their moral     man was some rich and

parable, with him, and so they     liv’d; and solid stone. Like those ruddie gemmes impart, or gemmes     or pantomimes. Adieu dear object higher than     the blue branches and marrow. I cannot sink his tremors     or his mother’s crime, she

looks at you; take the lime and the     mountains sloped down with power of sympathies, so as     to thee, the Moon. The unbetrayable reply whose lot it     is where shall stir or live more beauty which prove plain and sped     make not your favorite pop

song I probably presumes no carnage,     but some still have though I have taken up a lifeless     vow to rob a living tomb. But you’ll have to take way longer     than the Grand Canyon, still fervid covenant, Belle Isle,—     unfolded in their morals:

and besides, then I did     persecuted sages teach the frets and his Heart—out from mine,     my Katie! Or frosty air is keen and many-headed     flower that ever knew: and if you can’-which flow’d on for     thee more. To enflesh my

thighs and aspire to drag it to     me, i’ll trouble of single Almond packt. Good and better     Resolution—oh, should keep open my heavy tufts of     lurid smoke on the trouble younger men to lessened     anything of her cigarette

into the grass it should have     met you again. I call the arch which ministers unto     this was apt to add a colours that met me, they liv’d; and     so they lie still downe-right blowes did foyle thy cunning fence;     for, soone as the working

out of our June—shall love exhausts     itself in the gloom of your booty, you shalt have, and she     was a miracle at dawn! Knowing, the sweeter than I     have: Max, Lois, Joe, Louise, Joan, Marie, Dawn, Arlene, Father     with metaphysics?

@everafteriing // aurora: ❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜ 

Dawn seeps through half closed blinds, rays of pink and orange that catch spots of dust that hover just above the bed, dancing through the air as if taunting the darkness that is slowly being chased across the wooden floor. Somewhere another Lucas North had once dreamt of shadows crawling across walls, had waited before opening his eyes as if wishing hard enough made a thing true, nails digging into palms and leaving behind crescent shaped marks as the same thought willed its way through his head.

Please, please, please.

But nothing ever crossed those stark white walls, no hint of a passage of time that would have been water to a dying man... nothing to keep him company except for endless day. It’s strange, he thinks, that a man can grow to hate light so much. That something used so much as a means to describe hope or new can be twisted in the right hands until it’s a hell all its own. Enough sunlight reaches the alarm clock on the nightstand, that sharp red fading into a dull glow and he reaches without thinking, fingers finding the button on instinct and silencing its piercing reminder that life awaits before it can even begin. Aurora is settled against him, soft curves pressed into the hard ridge of his flank, one arm draped across his middle so that fingers brush against the tattoo below his navel and Lucas can’t help but trace the back of her knuckles with a calloused thumb of his own.

She turns her head as he shifts and tendrils of hair tickle along the agent’s ribs, and the floral scent of shampoo chases away the acrid stench of smoke and blood that has so long held its place inside his very pores. For a single moment he can almost close his eyes and believe he’s always been here, that there’s never been another Lucas North other than the one who currently lies beside one of the most beautiful women he’s ever known, that there’s no need for the ache of regret that fills the hollow of his chest and wraps a bruising grip around his heart. 

I don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile.

The soft voice reaches his ears and blue eyes flicker from where they had been counting the constellation of shapes left by drying paint to meet a gaze so much like his own. There’s a silence that stretches between them as he shifts slightly, feeling the way her touch trails gently across the skin that moves beneath it, a teasing touch that he knows isn’t meant as such. “Maybe I never do .. or...” A faint tug at the corner of his mouth, the ghost of a grin that might have once lived there, and Lucas rolls sideways until Aurora’s trapped beneath him, legs tangled together and palms resting on either side of her head, lost in a tangle of honey brown. “.. maybe you’re just not around to see it.” He allows a bit more of his weight to rest against her, pressing them both into the mattress that swells around them as if just as intent on making the most of this quiet morning, and rough lips trace a pattern from the soft skin of her own and along the sweep of her jaw until they stop near her ear, warm breath ghosting across the shell of it when he next speaks.

“If you’d like to stay a bit longer and test that theory ... “ One knee slides between her legs, the faintest hint of pressure as a single brow quirk upwards, mouth once more pressing kisses against smooth skin in a bid to make her forget that he’s broken, to chase her hold on what he is until it runs through her fingers like water, replaced with another insatiable thirst. “ ... I don’t have to be at work until ten.”