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BLUNT AND STOIC ! ── ❛ you really get me so frustrated ❜. member 003, ko junmin !

ぅ( FILE ONE ) ## BASIC INFORMATION

̟ ˖ ⁺ birth name : ko junmin. ( 고준민 ) ̟ ˖ ⁺ preferred name : junmin. ( 준민 ) ̟ ˖ ⁺ name meaning : junmin. ( of korean origin, "준" meaning "talented, handsome, ruler" and "민" meaning "strong robust, tough" or "stone resembling jade". )

̟ ˖ ⁺ nicknames : jun, junie, min-min ( everyone. ) shadow, cloud, kumin ( meliora , specifically j-line. ) divorcee ( hajoon. ) junminki ( byeol , taro. ) raine ( kyuhyun , 01z. ) junjae ( meliora. ) angel eyes, meliora's pretty eyed man ( his fans , meliora. ) lovebug, honey bunches, cutie pie ( meliora , specifically hajoon and haneul. )

̟ ˖ ⁺ date of birth : may 29, 2000. ̟ ˖ ⁺ legal age : 23 years old. ̟ ˖ ⁺ zodiac sign : gemini. ̟ ˖ ⁺ lunar zodiac sign : dragon.

̟ ˖ ⁺ place of birth : gangnam, seoul, south korea. ̟ ˖ ⁺ hometown : gangnam, seoul, south korea. ̟ ˖ ⁺ nationality : south korean. ̟ ˖ ⁺ ethnicity : korean. ̟ ˖ ⁺ residences : gangnam, seoul, south korea. ( 2000 —— present ).

̟ ˖ ⁺ spoken languages : korean ( 100% , gyeonggi dialect ). english ( 88% , standard english ). japanese ( 45% , basic japanese ). mandarin ( 17% , unspecified dialect ).

̟ ˖ ⁺ gender identity : cisgender male. ̟ ˖ ⁺ pronouns : he/him. ̟ ˖ ⁺ romantic orientation : unlabeled. ̟ ˖ ⁺ sexual orientation : unlabeled. ̟ ˖ ⁺ relationship status : single.

̟ ˖ ⁺ height : 174 cm ( 5 ft 8 ). ̟ ˖ ⁺ weight : undisclosed. ̟ ˖ ⁺ blood type : b-.

̟ ˖ ⁺ natural eye color : dark brown. ̟ ˖ ⁺ natural hair color : black. ̟ ˖ ⁺ current hair color : brown/red.

̟ ˖ ⁺ body modifications : 2 piercings. ( left ear ) 2 piercings. ( right ear ) 1 tattoo.

̟ ˖ ⁺ face claim : park jihoon (soloist). ̟ ˖ ⁺ speaking claim : park jihoon (soloist). ̟ ˖ ⁺ vocal claim : choi soobin (tomorrow x together). ̟ ˖ ⁺ dance claim : lee 'lee know' minho (stray kids). ̟ ˖ ⁺ rap claim : park jihoon (soloist).

ぅ( FILE TWO ) ## CAREER INFORMATION

̟ ˖ ⁺ stage name : junmin. ( 준민 ) ̟ ˖ ⁺ explanation : his birth name.

̟ ˖ ⁺ current agencies : louvix audio (2019 —— present). sonata media (2020 —— present). ̟ ˖ ⁺ former agencies : n/a. ̟ ˖ ⁺ training period : 5 months. ̟ ˖ ⁺ years active : 2020 —— present. ̟ ˖ ⁺ occupation : singer-songwriter. dancer. kpop idol.

̟ ˖ ⁺ group : meliora (2020 —— present). ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut date : may 1, 2020. ̟ ˖ ⁺ debut age : 19 years old. ̟ ˖ ⁺ position : main dancer, lead vocalist.

̟ ˖ ⁺ representative color : amaranth ( #9f2b68 ) ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative emoji : ☄️ ̟ ˖ ⁺ representative color : eunha ( 은하 — is the korean word for "milky way", and it's a very pretty word, in junmin's opinion )

̟ ˖ ⁺ instagram : _eunjuns ( personal , 2.2m followers , 12 following )

̟ ˖ ⁺ known for : being the monotone member. his ability to accurately imitate australian accents. treating everyone but hajoon fairly. his ongoing beef with netizens because of what they say about him. cringing at the members loving nicknames for him. pushing away the members whenever they try to hug him. having those hypnotizing big brown eyes. laughing at everyone's misery. being the quietest 00 liner. posting the members more than himself on his own instagram. his unintentionally organized jean jacket collection. pretending he doesn't know his members. "cho haneul? i've never met a guy with that name".

ぅ( FILE THREE ) ## PERSONAL INFORMATION

̟ ˖ ⁺ analyzing the mbti : intp // logician. is someone with the introverted, intuitive, thinking, and prospecting personal traits. these flexible thinkers enjoy taking an unconventional approach to many aspects of life. they often seek out unlikely paths, mixing willingness to experiment with personal creativity.

̟ ˖ ⁺ strengths : analytical, objective, enthusiastic, imaginative, open-minded, honest. ̟ ˖ ⁺ weaknesses : insensitive, absent-minded, disconnected, perfectionistic, chronic overthinker, very private.

̟ ˖ ⁺ family members : father. mother. younger sister. ̟ ˖ ⁺ family dynamics : junmin isn't necessarily close to his parents, it's not that he hates them or anything, he just doesn't know them. he doesn't keep in much contact with them unless it has to do with yejin. ̟ ˖ ⁺ household history : junmin was born as the eldest of two in the heart of gangnam on a seemingly random may day. his father, a psychologist, and his mother, a college professor, were not looking to have kids, so they didn't know what to do with him, so they didn't do anything. junmin grew up not knowing his parents, or if they even liked him, they were either at work or had no time for what he had to say. to them, he was just a little mistake they made, so if they acted like he didn't exist, eventually he'd leave them alone. the lack of attention at home made it a suffocating place for junmin, so whenever he could, he spent most of his time at school, what was there to do at home anyway besides get ignored? nothing really changed when yejin was born in late 2009, the most they'd do was give their kids occasional allowance money and lackluster birthday gifts, but work was always first, so junmin pretty much assumed responsibility over his baby sister, always attending her events, graduations, accompanying her to school every single day, picking her up from school every single day, he became the parent for her he never had, and while their neglect was never physically in any way, junmin is never sure if he can really have a relationship with his parents these days.

̟ ˖ ⁺ father : ko junho, born april 27 1973 in yongin, gyeonggi, south korea, resides in gangnam, seoul, south korea, employed as a psychologist, father of 2. ̟ ˖ ⁺ mother : sim gyuri, born march 10 1974 in gangnam, seoul, south korea, resides in gangnam, seoul, south korea, employed as a college professor, mother of 2. ̟ ˖ ⁺ younger sister : ko yejin, born november 28 2009 in gangnam, seoul, south korea, resides in gangnam, seoul, south korea, high school student.

ぅ( FILE FOUR ) ## TRIVIAL INFORMATION

̟ ˖ ⁺ habits & mannerisms : scrunching his nose when he's focused, shoving his hands into his pockets, picking at his fingers, always maintaining eye contact, covering his own ears whenever his members get too loud, always rechecking to make sure things are in order, laughing in scary situations, smiling without his teeth, letting people lay on his shoulder.

̟ ˖ ⁺ hobbies and skills : reading, analyzing literature, organizing his room, dancing, room decoration, sleeping, knitting, sewing, foreign language learning, listening to music and reading at the same time, jotting while reading, playing old korean games, imitating australian accents, pretending to not know his members.

̟ ˖ ⁺ likes : success, swans, teaching others, silence, his bed, listening instead of talking, books with happy endings, renaissance paintings, thrillers, hapkido, debates, puzzles, red velvet cake, sleeping, peace, story games, specific nicknames, burgundy, being alone (on most occasions), chocolate bars, being able to go non-verbal with his members. ̟ ˖ ⁺ dislikes : talking too much, honey, stupid interview questions, being put in charge, noise, when everyone's voices are overlapping, getting touched by strangers, public speaking, giving speeches, cooking, personal questions, being forced to speak up, strawberry cake, ceiling fans, talking to people he doesn't like.

̟ ˖ ⁺ phobias : n/a

̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite colors : amaranth, burgundy. ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite season : autumn. ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite animals : swans, puppies. ̟ ˖ ⁺ favorite numbers : 16.

̟ ˖ ⁺ personal playlist : parlé à ta tête, indila. cloud 9, exo. let the night, aimyon. rising sun, tvxq. i guess, mitski. 1+1, beyoncé. the family jewels, marina. kiss of life, sade. hotline, psychic fever. endless, nameless, nirvana. eat the rich, aerosmith. one hundred sleepless nights, pierce the veil.

̟ ˖ ⁺ close friends : lee kyoungyoon, dkz. kim suhyeon, kim haram, billlie. ahn jaehee, cherryade.

ぅ( FILE FIVE ) ## FACTUAL INFORMATION

001 ▬▬ junmin is someone who doesn't talk if he doesn't have to. he could sit through a whole group video or live without even making a noise, the members usually have to get him to talk on most occasions.

002 ▬▬ junmin quite literally cannot deal with being in charge, he would rather die before ever becoming leader for a day. according to him, if he was chosen as the leader of meliora, nothing would ever get solved.

003 ▬▬ junmin posts himself once in a lifetime on instagram, but besides that, his page is just full of photos of the members, when he does upload photos of himself, fans celebrate it all across social media.

004 ▬▬ junmin was literally not supposed to be in meliora, the only reason he ever got into louvix audio was because he took a wrong turn while going somewhere to meet a friend. a scout spotted him and handed him a business card, he says he remembers thinking it was a scam.

005 ▬▬ junmin is one of four meliora members with a college degree. he has his bachelor's in entertainment design, which he received from yonsei university.

006 ▬▬ junmin, literally, has the prettiest eyes ever. he has a whole nickname dedicated to them ("angel eyes"), and he considers them to be one of the traits he's most proud of.

007 ▬▬ he is a known disliker of overly sweet nicknames ("honey", "sweetie", "sweetheart", etc..), which is why hajoon and haneul call him just every cringey nickname they know of. they enjoy seeing him get annoyed by their antics.

008 ▬▬ junmin prides himself on how good he is at listening, he's super attentive to others and what they say, so while he might not talk much, he listens in and always remembers what other people say.

009 ▬▬ he does not like going out that much. he will literally spend all day at home reading if there's no practice or stupid interview he has to do. the only reason he really goes out is because the members (hajoon mainly) drag him out to do stupid stuff with them.

010 ▬▬ he has his drivers license, but he dislikes driving. he'd rather be driven around.

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thefreelanceangel · 2 months

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Tagged: Five Character Associations

Emotions:

Rage Hunger Impatience Boredom Lust

Colors:

Blood red Jet black Oxygen-starved blue Ash grey Poisonous green

Scents:

Formaldehyde Coffee Burnt flesh Freshly spilled blood Mint

Objects:

A scalpel Black rubber gloves Silk rope Wine glasses Her ostentatious wedding ring

Body Language:

Narrowed eyes Pursed lips Impatiently tapping nails One slight, downward glance over one shoulder A grin pulling the lips back to expose all of the teeth

Aesthetics:

Various levels of decomposition (see how all things end) A clinical laboratory in chrome and white (not within my reach) Scorched earth, still smoking (only I choose what ends) Blood splattered on grey stone (or whom) Old libraries with unsettling corners (the world's secrets are mine)

Emotions:

Wistfulness Weariness Loneliness Hope Contentment

Colors:

Soot black Ashy white Blood red Pine green Cherry blossom pink

Scents:

Ink Acrid herbs Pine Hot, steamy water Dust

Objects:

A tattoo artist's inking needle A stack of ofuda A pair of long, thick cotton gloves A broad-brimmed straw hat A tattered, patched stuffed toy

Body Language:

Slow, cautious hand movements A scaled tail curling and uncurling Tense motionlessness Head angled slightly downward Hands knitted together

Aesthetics:

A long-abandoned shrine (you were holy, once) A city's dark back alley (now you live at the edges) An overgrown cemetery (listen to the dead) Temples no longer attended (they know your name) A family shrine with blacked out images (you belong to them)

Emotions:

Nostalgia Fearful anticipation Simmering anger Loyalty Sickening lust

Colors:

Wet blood red Dry bone white Steel grey Ink black Rich jade green

Scents:

Jasmine Dragon's blood incense Linseed oil Cedar Burning silk

Objects:

A highly polished skull, grey with age A half-drawn katana A scattering of ofuda A broken red porcelain vase A single tiny jade ring, worn smooth

Body Language:

Defensive shoulders Narrow, watchful eyes Clenched hands Averted faces Tense, militant posture

Aesthetics:

A worn mountainside path (every generation, you knew this) Battered fusuma panels letting in rain (mercy will not come for yours) Half-finished minimalist floral arrangements (she calls to you) A dusty set of samurai armor on a stand (the drink must be made) Clusters of faded family photographs (grind down the henbane)

Tagged by: @sealrock, @gatheredfates, @shroudkeeper Tagging: @luck-and-larceny; @dumb-hat; @mymistymornings; @otherworldseekers; @chainsofaether; @viiioca; @sundered-souls; @blessed-by-umbral ...and I think since this took me like NEARLY TWO WEEKS everyone's been tagged...? OH WELL DO IT ANYWAY <3

#Annalei d'Latu #Enter the Kurosawa #Imayo Mikomori #Tagged #FFXIV

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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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Fools gold

As well as posting about it this week, Harry referenced Case of You in Fools Gold for One Direction in 2014. California on Joni Mitchell's Blue also influenced Canyon Moon.

Similar to Case of You, it is about knowing he loves someone who doesn’t prioritize their love and continuing on. Neither 1D or Harry have played it live, though Niaill has. He's doesn't even look comfortable introducing it in this promo holding a banana??

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While they are all credited for the song to MTV Jamie Scott indicated he wrote it with only Harry. He posted this photo with Harry wearing the Haylor ring on 14 September 14, they were in LA that day, while Taylor was slaying in this photo shoot in NYC.

Rolling Stone Interview

2 weeks before that photo Taylor's 1989 Rolling Stone interview came out. Which is a bit humble-braggy and possibly from her own hurt and wanting to protect the private she minimised their relationship. She said it's pointless to date if you're not in love and watching her dating has become a national past time. RS said she sounded jaded when she said her life is not conducive to bringing other people into it. She doesn't say much about Harry, but ends that section with saying Style should have been called "I’m Not Even Sorry."

To a hopeless romantic like Harry who wore he heart on his sleeve I can see why he could write a song like Fools Gold. He was much kinder to their relationship in his RS interview for example.

Four

Its on Four which also included Stockholm Syndrome. It released in 17 November 2014, 3 weeks after 1989. Harry has talked about making the album (21 mins) under mattresses in hotel rooms. There is footage that set up at 34 mins into the TV special. In that context, a 20 year old rockstar slipping in an older reference to a guitar ballard about heartbreak is a lovely glimpse of the artist he would become.

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[Verse 1: Niall] I'm like a crow on a wire You're the shinin' distraction that makes me fly home I'm like a boat on the water You're the raise on the waves that calm my mind, oh, every time

A crow on a wire is a lonely dark figure sitting above everything, drawn to fly to the shiny Taylor. Taylor calls Harry shiny later in DBATC. Several of Harry's tattoos and songs are about coming home, Taylor was with him when he got the ship tattoo. Here, the rise of the waves is the current that brings him there, what draws him in. This Love makes the same analogy of a high tide bringing Harry back. This is a theme in later songs like Sweet Creature.

[Pre-Chorus: Harry] But I know in my heart You're not a constant star

The pre-chorus references Case of You's opening line: "Just before our love got lost you said / "I am as constant as a northern star" / And I said, "Constantly in the darkness / Where's that at? / If you want me I'll be in the bar"

The northern star is not constant, it moves. In the opening of Case of You, the muse saying "I won't be a constant for you" which leads Joni to drink. Here Harry is saying his muse is fickle.

[Chorus: Harry, All] And, yeah, I've let you use me from the day that we first met But I'm not done yet Falling for your fool's gold And I knew that you turned it on for everyone you met But I don't regret Falling for your fool's gold

Harry goes on to say he is feeling used by the muse, possibly because he doesn't see that his feelings of longing and wanting a great love are reciprocated. But he's not done, and is being constant in loving her. He sees that she is a Mirrorball, and feeling like he was played. With hindsight we know they both felt a little this way, and maybe that sentiment is why he never played this song.

[Verse 2: Liam] I'm the first to admit that I'm reckless I get lost in your beauty and I can't see two feet in front of me [Bridge: Zayn] Yeah, I know your love's not real That's not the way it feels That's not the way you feel

In the bridge Harry again says he sees it is reckless to fall for his muse, but is anyway. He is telling himself the muse doesn't feel the same way but it feels like they do. I think in hindsight, knowing they both continued in this way for another decade that it would have been confusing to have a different private and public lives. The launch of 1989 would have been the first time Taylor talked about their love in a real way, and it was minimised in most of the promos with refrains of 'the overriding feeling was anxiety'.

#haylor #one direction #one direction haylor

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jadegretz · 2 months

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Dynamic Street Stalker: The Fierce and Beautiful Chun-Li by Jade Gretz

The moon, a silver fist punching through storm clouds, bathed Hong Kong in an ethereal glow. In her rooftop garden, amidst fragrant jasmine and whispering bamboo, Chun-Li cradled a leather-bound tome, its emerald clasp gleaming like a forbidden jade. Inside, elegant calligraphy danced like brushstrokes on silk, whispering secrets of forgotten dynasties and martial arts long lost to time.

She had unearthed the book in a dusty antique shop, drawn by an unseen magnetism. Now, as the night unfolded its velvet cloak, she devoured its arcane lore. Each page thrummed with an electric anticipation, the characters shimmering with an otherworldly light.

Driven by curiosity and a warrior's thirst for knowledge, Chun-Li traced her fingers across the final inscription, a forbidden incantation in a language older than time. The air crackled, bamboo leaves whipping in a sudden unseen gust. The ancient characters erupted in emerald fire, searing into her palms, branding her with tattoos that flowed like liquid jade across her skin.

Power, raw and untamed, surged through her veins. Her breath, tinged with ozone, became a weapon, whipping the storm clouds into submission. The rooftop garden vibrated with an unseen energy, bamboo stalks bending low before her newfound might.

Exhilaration battled with trepidation in Chun-Li's heart. She had glimpsed the power of this ancient magic, tasted the intoxicating allure of control over the very forces of nature. But a serpent lurked in the jade-lit pages, an ominous whisper that chilled her skin despite the burning warmth within.

The next morning, as dawn kissed the city with rose-gold sunlight, a tremor shook the earth, rattling the windows of Hong Kong. The source: the ancestral burial mounds on Dragon Mountain, sacred ground where generations of warriors lay eternal. Chun-Li, drawn by an invisible thread, raced towards the mountain, her emerald tattoos thrumming like a war drum.

The scene that greeted her chilled her to the bone. The once serene graveyard writhed with an unholy energy. Stone coffins burst open, spewi …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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baladric · 1 year

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We've had Beshelar being forced to relax but can we get the opposite? Cala being made to do physical exercise and trying not to die in the process

this is exceedingly silly and i thank you for the excuse to write it <3

Cala would not call himself dramatic—how could anyone carry that descriptor when Deret Beshelar was sucking all the air out of any given room with the palpable force of his indignation—but he would admit to the occasional urge to, shall we say, overstate.

In this vein: The world was ending and Cala Athmaza was at its center, red as a ripe tomato and absolutely sodden with sweat.

"This is," he gasped, hands on his knees and lungs making a bid for freedom through his esophagus, "the worst thing thou hast ever done to me."

And oh, he could hear Deret's exasperation. It was a certain exhale he had, too studied to be anything but a mask for the sigh he would rather have given.

"Thou'rt fine," Deret said. "'Tis the mildest possible calisthenics. A six year-old could do them."

"Goo-goo," Cala panted, "Ga-ga."

Deret paused. An it were possible to express the abstract concept of a question mark, his silence would have done just that.

"What?"

"Babytalk," Cala said, glancing up at his partner through the fogged frame of his glasses. "If a six year-old can do this, then clearly I am in sooth a literal infant—for I cannot do this, and thy insistence that I do is a wanton cruelty I would not anticipate from a First Nohecharis to His Imperial Serenity Edrehasi—"

Deret made a noise of utter disgust, and Cala thought he might do well to be embarrassed of the way it brightened his mood. But then it was hardly his fault that his better half was so desperately fun to rile.

"Buffoon," Deret said, and though he studiously avoided Cala's smile, the pink in his ears said he knew Cala was going to needle him post-haste, and that they were both going to enjoy it.

"I do so love it when thou trial a new eke-name," Cala said. "Give me another then."

"Cala Athmaza," Deret said, and ah! There! The arms folded across his sturdy chest, the tantalizing flex of his biceps, his shoulders. Perhaps he would accept some... hrm, cooperative grappling as a form of exercise.

For that was what this was about: The so-named dav of the Alcethmeret had taken it into their collective, nosy little minds that Cala needed to exercise. All because he had been a little out of breath when he topped the stairs to Edrehasivar's chambers! Honestly!

"We're not saying thou needst run marathons," Nazhiris had said, his doe eyes gone all limpid with concern; Kiru, at his side, simply looked unimpressed with the lot of them. "But thou shouldst take better care of thyself. Thy down time can't all be reading and—"

He did not complete the sentence, for it behooved the lot of them not to verbally acknowledge what they all knew to be the truth of the First Nohecharei's relationship. Still, the point was understood.

Cala had been prepared to countermand this statement, or at least to deflect it, when Deret had cleared his throat, and in that quiet way he had of speaking important things, said, "Wouldst consign thy Emperor to an untempered blade, that it might break when he needs it most?"

"Der—"

"His sword and his staff," Deret said, his eyes fixed upon Cala's. Cala recalled the first time he had seen Deret in the proper light of the sun, when he had realized the flat gray of his eyes was, in sooth, a pale, winsome jade.

Cala sighed, and replied with the words of their mutual oath—safe to utter only in the hearing of nohecharei.

"His stone and his shade."

And so, he had agreed—to exercise. Cstheio save him from this blight.

"Alright, alright," he said, straightening at last from his trembling hunch. His heart throbbed a worrying tattoo in his chest, its beat so heavy and visceral that it made him really entirely too aware that he was actually a beast made of a lot of wet things. "What's next, my dearest despot?"

And wonder of wonders, Deret smiled, just a little.

"Sit-ups," he said.

Smugness was a terrible (read: excellent) look on him

#tge #cala athmaza #deret beshelar #cala/deret #tge fic #read more bc these eat up dash space and im self-conscious #the writing tag #ask #anonymous ask #prompt fill

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ober-affen-geil · 1 year

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Genders from "Willow" (2022) that I would like to steal

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All gifs are characters from Willow the 2022 high fantasy series.

Gif 1: Boorman sits tied to a central pole inside a thatched wood dwelling, his arms are behind him. He has long wavy black hair and a thick beard. His legs are spread casually in front of him with his knees bent and his feet tucked next to the stump he sits on. He is wearing brown leather pants and a red leather vest over a white linen shirt. Scorpia leans against the pole next to him looking bored. Her hair is up in bantu knots and she wears a chunky necklace among other jewelry over a skintight green cold shouldered shirt, a colorful woven vest, and green linen pants with a knife at her hip.

Gif 2: Elora is outdoors in the woods, watching a monarch butterfly flit in front of her. She holds out her hand to it and waits to see if it will land on her palm. She has long blond hair flowing freely over her shoulders with one chunk of it her natural red. she is wearing a green knit shawl and cloth "sleeves" that fall over her thumb and are tied at the top of her arms.

Gif 3: Graydon leans against a tree outdoors, idly spinning a knife in his fingers. His black hair is shaggy around his ears and neck, and he has a goatee. He is wearing a blue and black striped woven shirt that is rolled up to his elbows. He turns to look at Boorman who has walked up behind him. Boorman is wearing a red vest over a white linen shirt with leather shoulderguards. He wears an armguard on his left forearm and his right shows a tattoo and a thick silver bracelet. He is wearing several rings and pops his eyebrows up at Graydon as he pauses.

Gif 4: Jade, surrounded by a crowd in a clearing in the forest, finishes a somersault away from Scorpia and quickly stands and turns to face her again. She braces and swings a powerful hit at Scorpia with her face twisted in physical effort. She has tightly curled red hair down to her shoulders, with the front pulled back, and wears a blue tunic over leather pants, with a red undershirt and light leather armor over parts of her torso.

Gif 5: Kit crouches defensively next to a part of a stone wall, her sword held above her in protection. Sorsha suddenly slides into frame, deflecting the metal whip that was headed for Kit. She holds her sword confidently at her side, glaring at the threat off screen. She is wearing a yellow silk robe over blue sleep garments, and her hair is half up in clear disarray.

Gif 6: Inside a dimly lit castle room, the blacksmithing queen of legend lifts her welding mask with a breath of relief. She wears a gauntlet on her right hand and forearm which is otherwise bare, and a gorget and full arm coverage on her left. She is streaked with soot and grease.

Gif 7: Kit stands in a bedchamber in a castle, looking down at a partially unsheathed sword that she is holding. Her hair is cut in a shaggy pageboy and she is wearing a linen tunic over pants with a leather torso guard acting almost as a corset around her middle. She is nearly silhouetted by the light streaming in through the windows behind her.

Gif 8: Anne and Hubert sit in handmade Adirondack style chairs outdoors by a log cabin. Both women are wearing worn denim work clothes and floppy brimmed hats. Anne's shirt is red and tucked into a her pants by a wide leather belt, her hat brim is pinned up on one side Australian style. Hubert is wearing blue pants and shirt, leather work gloves, and has a large axe resting across the arms of the chair she is leaning back in.

Gif 9: Airk is sitting on the ground in the Immemorial City with one leg straight out in front of him and the other bent. He is leaning against the base of a fountain, his hands limp and his head tipped back. He is wearing skintight pants with a semi translucent floral patterned shirt tucked in and undone down his chest with a two-tone jacket (studded leather guards around the shoulders and forearms) over it. His hair is shoulder length and layered, and he is wearing several necklaces and a ring.

Bonus gif: Boorman hefts his stave with a very large blade, half his height and a handwidth wide, so that is rests on his shoulder with the blade up. He grimaces at the weight and opens his mouth to sass the group. He is wearing leather studded shoulderguards over a red vest and white linen shirt. His long hair is loose around his shoulders.

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#willow 2022 #willow series #willow #a riley special #my gifs #i am so excited to make more gifs this show is so pretty

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ray-gt · 1 year

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Rules of the Party: Art of the Deal

Kip and the Prince of Giants come to an agreement.

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After negotiations with the Queen's Guard failed, Kip was reluctantly marched out of the hall, down a long corridor, through an unlit room whose purpose he couldn't discern, and out onto a balcony overlooking the sea. Well, Kip couldn't actually see the sea, the stone wall marking the edge of the balcony stood well above his head. However, he knew it was facing the sea because the rising moon was in full view and the evening had not yet reached maturity. Kip knew the passage of the moon and the patterns of the unrelenting stars better than most - he'd studied them for as long as he could remember. A constant guide over an ever-changing sea, it was the map of a wandering heart.

On the balcony stood the expectant prince, tall and proud and quiet. The breeze from the coast wound through his chestnut curls, and the moonlight made his white tattoos shine. His gaze was distant, focussed far off on something Kip couldn't see.

It wasn't until Kip cleared his throat that he turned, seemingly shaken from some hungry thought. He glanced at Kip before dismissing the accompanying guard with a quick wave of his hand.

The guard bowed low and exited without a word. Once they were alone, Quinn studied Kip in silence. His dark eyes, black as volcanic ash, scanned over him in a way that Kip was used to but never much liked.

Let's just get this over with.

"So," He said. All this smiling was making his cheeks hurt. That was the problem with royals, they demanded too much courtesy. He spread his arms wide in question. "A private audience with the Thelebar heir, on his betrothal night no less. What makes me so lucky?"

The Prince cringed when Kip mentioned the occasion. His hands tightened and knotted themselves together.

Quinn's voice was soft but steady, like the tread of green grass underfoot on a spring morning. He didn't have the grit or haughtiness Kip was used to hearing from those told from birth that the world existed in service to them. Kip didn't have that. No one had told him, he'd just always known. That presents differently in one's tonal quality and overall disposition.

"That was quite the display." Quinn said, his tone even if unsure, stealing a glance at Kip whenever he felt brave enough.

Kip found his best laugh and bowed low. "The best art uses the best muses, my Prince." He watched as Quinn looked away. He grinned. This was so easy. Then he remembered why the guard said he'd been summoned and he quickly backtracked. "Of course, to entertain is the burden and the privilege of any bard. We exist to perform."

Prince Quinn's stare returned to the view that Kip couldn't see. He was silent again for a while and Kip took his distraction as a chance to glance at the door. On the other side of the dark room stood the silhouette of the giant guard - too far away to listen, but definitely blocking the path of escape. Clearly, Kip wasn't going anywhere until the Prince was done with him. Well, if that were the case, he wished Quinn would just hurry up with it. Kip was, despite his peril, becoming rather bored. There was something about brooding types that he couldn't stand, or understand for that matter. They, in his opinion, spent far too long thinking about things that never mattered, and not enough time actually living. It was why he avoided any one-on-one interactions with their beloved leader Jade. Any joke he made she would turn into an opportunity to philosophise. Every quip was taken seriously. Every story was a tragedy. If Kip was a shanty, Jade was dirge.

He'd done his best over the last few weeks to save her from that fate, but no matter how many times he'd told her that rogue ranger types were only interesting in the back of remote taverns, smoking pipes, and telling stories of histories long forgotten, she never listened. She always opted to be the 'silent observer' and, frankly, Kip thought it was played out.

Quinn was becoming more dirge-like by the second.

Such a waste of a pretty face.

Then, as if prompted by his thoughts, the Prince spoke once more, nervous. "It is expected that, after such a declaration, I am to invite you to the contest for my hand, regardless of how... unconventional that may be." Kip watched as Quinn regarded his much smaller figure with a perplexed expression. "But, if I were to do that, you would surely die, and," He paused and muttered breathily. "I wouldn't want that."

Kip pressed his lips together and frowned. He looked at his hands, scanning them for any potential hangnails. "I can't say I'm fond of the idea either," He said. "But thankfully, there is a simple solution. Don't invite me to contest, and then you can pick a suitor you actually want, and I can leave and never return. Easy."

"You don't seem to understand." The Prince said. "If I don’t, the court will assume you've refused the invitation, which would not be taken kindly."

The image of Queen Lindessë's cruel eyes flashed in Kip's mind. He couldn't imagine her extending any further lenience his way, particularly after potentially insulting her son's honour. She had proven, in his opinion, fickle that way.

Fantastic.

Kip sighed and rested his hands on his hips. Staring up at Quinn's face, he raised an eyebrow. Somewhere there, hidden behind the glow of his skin, the ridge of his high cheekbones, the shine of his pretty midnight eyes, and his blushed lips was something Kip knew too well. It was the look of someone with something to trade. He groaned internally.

"I'd never want to offend the court." He ventured, rolling his head on his shoulders. "And I'm assuming you may not feel inclined to explain that misunderstanding away out of the goodness of your sizeable heart."

The Prince loomed above him, more than triple his height. Kip raised his eyebrows and waited. Finally, Quinn let out a long sigh.

"I want to come with you." He said at last, his voice was so laden with hope and boyish wonder that it caused Kip to choke on a laugh. "I want to travel with you and your party. See the world. Adventure. All of it."

Kip couldn't help but grimace. Suddenly, being violently executed didn't sound so awful after all. Anything to get out of this. He looked around. Usually in these situations, he'd find some excuse to remove himself. He'd fake an illness or start a bar fight - anything to give him just enough time to get away. This time was presenting itself as more difficult.

He sucked his teeth and scowled.

"Adventuring is one way of phrasing it." He conceded. "Most would call it thievery."

The Prince's doe eyes widened. "Is that what you are? Thieves?"

"Yes, most of the time,” Kip droned. "Sometimes mercenaries, sometimes smugglers. It really depends on the job. Anyway, you're set to inherit the most powerful kingdom either side of the Isle. Why turn now at the passing of the sceptre? Believe me, you don’t want our life - I find you like the world a lot more when you haven't seen it."

"I don’t want to rule." Quinn muttered quietly, turning and resting his arms on the stone railing. "And I definitely don't want to get married. At least not now."

Kip paused and a deep feeling he usually ignored awoke in him like the stirring of an old memory, shaking off dust. As soon as he'd first seen Quinn, Kip noticed it - the Prince's reluctance, his embarrassment, the weight of a crown too heavy on his head. His desire to run.

"My condolences. Truly." Kip said with as much sympathy as he was known to openly display. "But there's nothing I can do about that."

Quinn set his jaw. He was beginning to look more and more desperate. He turned and crouched down in front of Kip so that the bard didn't have to constantly recline his head to look up at him. This close, the giant was remarkably striking. Kip could see every intricate element of the design of his birthright tattoos. He studied each of his long lashes as the Prince blinked, stunned each time he closed his eyes and opened them again. The colour of them - black as the space behind the innumerable stars - seemed impossibly new. He could feel the steady tide of the larger man’s breath wash over him in gentle waves. It took Kip a moment to remember that Quinn was blackmailing him.

These are the faces that get you into trouble, Kip. You never learn.

Unaware of his own effect on the half-elf, Quinn continued his plea.

"Your party seem like interesting folk." He pushed, listing them off on his fingers. "A half-elf, a tiefling, an orc, and two humans?"

"Yes..." Kip said, drawing it out slow, drowning it in suspicion. He decided not to mention the Fey that was waiting back on the ship for them. He feared the reaction it might elicit.

Quinn smiled a brilliant smile and shrugged casually, like he were haggling down the price of maize and not proposing to disown his kingdom and leave them as fleeing fugitives for the rest of their days.

"Well, then, what's a giant in the mix?"

Kip cross his arms, deciding to speak slowing, punctuating each word to emphasise the gravity of the suggestion. In his opinion, beautiful people were often stupid - it was why Gallon was so handsome and Jade was so plain. Thankfully, Kip was the exception to the rule. However, he could hardly say the same for the Prince and, as such, he needed to be clear.

So beautiful, but so hopeless.

"If the giant is the sole heir to the Thelebar throne, then that means we get hunted across the world like rats. That's a giant in the mix."

Quinn frowned and a shadow passed over his face. In the silence, Kip could almost see the response forming. Then, the Prince stood once more, towering high above Kip and making him crane his neck in a way he never enjoyed. He rolled his eyes.

Why do the big folk always throw their height around like anyone cares?

Quinn clenched his huge fists together and stared down at the bard.

"The way I see it." He said, in a calm tone that sent a shiver over Kip's skin. "You have three options: (1) you can refuse my invitation to contest the betrothal and my mother will certainly kill you for the insult. Violently, I might add. (2) you can accept my invitation to contest the betrothal and one of my suitors with certainly kill you - again, violently. Or (3) you can let me journey with you and your party, and we can just disappear tonight." He pressed his lips together and shrugged.

Kip's mouth gaped as he met the Prince's eye. He scanned the length of his massive body, taking in his height and width.

He does understand how large he is, doesn't he? 'Just disappearing' might not be an option. Where would we go? Heron is going to lose her mind.

For the first time in a very long time, Kip found himself speechless. The last time was when a courtier in Halambad spiked his drink with 'stone-tongue' when she caught him having too much fun with her brother. Though, in Kip's defence, that could hardly count. If he included every time he'd been cursed, drugged, charmed, gagged, enchanted, poisoned, and/or captured, there wouldn't be many days left for him.

"Well," He exhaled with flared nostrils, biting his lip. "Aren't I the envy of all? Spoiled for choice it seems."

The Prince eyed him with a stare he was all too familiar with and one he'd come to dread - the kind that said, ‘save me’. It called to mind a terribly awkward break-up with a former, very influential dalliance. What was her name? He couldn’t quite recall.

'You have a tongue of fool's gold, Kip.' She'd said through wet sobs. 'Pretty, oh so pretty, until you find it is nothing of what it pretends to be. Enchanting in the moment, worthless in the end. I would have forsaken everything for you. I would have followed you anywhere. Only now, I realise you never planned on taking me.'

Really, it had all been rather awkward. In that instance, starting a bar fight had worked, and he was able to slip away before he had to answer. He never saw her again, but news from his contacts at various ports along the West coast confirmed the same thing: Kip was no longer welcome in Sullis. It was a shame, he liked performing for the Suls.

Now, he saw that same naive, enchanted hope in the Prince's gaze as he’d seen in hers when they’d first met. He pursed his lips together. He knew this was a bad idea. He knew the party would think it was a bad idea. But none of the alternative options thrilled him either. What had Jade said? No good can come from charming a giant? Squinting up at Quinn’s massive face, Kip had to admit that for once, she might have be right.

He sighed and clapped his hands.

"Alright, Master Thelebar. Let's talk terms."

***

Jade scanned the tree line and set her jaw.

Nothing. No sign of their bard.

After Kip was escorted off, Jade made the executive decision to abandon the job. This business with the Thelebar Prince had made her suspicious from the beginning, no matter what assurances Kip had thrown out to placate her. When she was young, her mother had told her to ‘only wade out in water you can swim in, and never so far as to lose the shore’.

This job, to rob the prince of giants of his dowry, was already wading into more treacherous waters than she was comfortable in. But now, after being discovered by Queen Lindessë, Kip being personally singled out by the Prince, and having every eye of every giant fixed on them, they had well and truly lost sight of the shore.

The rest of the group had mixed feelings about the retreat. Almara thought there was greater opportunity to be had and walking away meant potentially never having the chance again. Oberon, though tempted by the promise of the dowry, sided with Jade, muttering something about the ‘Elf being more trouble than he’s worth’. Gallon, as expected, backed Oberon in whatever he decided, though Jade sensed some reluctance in their orc companion. Whether it was the prize of the job or the retreat itself that left him dissatisfied, Jade wasn’t sure, but his large face was stuck in a frown as they packed up camp and loaded their supplies onto the Burnt Sienna.

Jade stood tall and still on the beach. The breeze had changed direction and was now coming in from the West, which would assist them in leaving the giant shores and crossing the Isle as quickly as possible once, of course, their captain returned.

Almara had been firm on waiting for Kip. While the thought was tempting after Kip’s own actions had led them to this point, there was no real chance of Jade leaving him behind. For one, he was one of the best sailors to traverse the Isle and they’d never make it far without him. Two, he was a member of their party, warts and all, and she would not abandon him.

A small smirk tickled her lips as she pictured how horrified Kip would be at the suggestion of him having literal or proverbial ‘warts’.

The Burnt Sienna stood tall and proud behind her, its deep reddish-brown exterior now almost black under the cover of night. It was a large ship. Kip had explained to them early on that a bigger ship meant better jobs. He’d been evasive when she’d asked how he’d procured one so beautiful. Then again, none of them had records a mother could love, so she couldn’t fathom it was through the usual markets.

Gentle waves lapped at its sides in such a calming way, it would almost be easy to forget that these waters circled the most perilous territory in the world - that this was giant country. One only needed to turn away from the shore, as she had, and look at the tree line to be reminded. These trees were far larger than any found on the East Continent. The smallest ones, where the woods were thinnest, towered at 100 feet at least. Thankfully, Jade’s long years navigating the dark forests of the world had seen them through to the Thelebar Halls, she can’t imagine anyone unfamiliar with the territory attempting to pass unaided.

This brought her mind back to Kip who, as he often said, had many skills, talents, and delights. However, none of these would help him to find his way to the beach from the Halls alone. She tucked a short black strand of hair behind her ear and shook her head.

“Kip has been a while.” She said at last. “Shall we look for him?”

Behind her, leaning against the bow of the Sienna, Oberon snorted. “If the Elf’s dug his own grave, who are we to interrupt the funeral? I say we leave.”

Sitting on the railing on the deck of the Sienna, Almara made a strangled sound.

“Shame on you, Oberon! Mind your tongue. Kip is a dear friend of mine, and he saved us all no less than an hour ago.”

Jade turned to find that Oberon had removed himself from the shadow of the bow to get a view up at Almara. He spread his hands.

“He saved us from his own error! Since when was settling a debt considered a noble deed?”

Almara just tutted and shook her head at him, before directing her attention down at Jade.

“I say, if he’s not back by midnight, we look for him.”

Jade turned to Gallon. The orc had decided to rest after loading the last of their supplies below deck. He sat on a log, poking at the burnt remains of last night’s fire with a stick only he could reasonably hold. She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Gallon? What do you think?”

The orc grunted. His thick green lips curled over his protruding canines.

“Gone by morning.” He said simply.

Jade nodded. He was right. Queen Lindessë had extended them guest rights for the night only. They couldn’t be harmed until the dawn of the new day. She had strongly advised that they be gone by then, and Jade was in no mood to discover what cruelty the queen of giants was capable of. What she’d heard in her travels hadn’t brought her any comfort.

“Should we ask Heron?” She said to no one in particular, knowing one of them would answer.

“She’s asleep.” Oberon said.

“And we know what she would say.” Almara added, glaring down at Oberon. “You try explaining to her why we left Kip behind. She’d probably set the ship alight just to spite us.”

Oberon rolled his eyes but his expression said he knew Almara wasn’t too far off the truth. That was another thing Jade’s mother had always warned her: never upset one of the Fey.

Almara met her stare. The tiefling’s periwinkle skin took on a silver quality in the moonlight. Her indigo hair was delicately braided around her horns, decorated with gold jewellery, and pulled into a long ponytail high on her head. She wrapped her cloak further about herself and shrugged.

“I can go with you.” She said. “The boys can stay with Heron and the Sienna and prep for a quick escape if need be.”

Jade looked at Oberon, who seemed amenable to the idea. He crossed his arms over his leather cuirass, his ebony skin rippling over his biceps.

“Why is it that ever since the Elf joined the party, ‘a quick escape’ has become the norm?”

Jade smiled. Before she could reply, a rustling sound from behind drew her attention back to the tree line. Automatically, her hands flew to her bow and she notched an arrow from the quiver on her shoulder. Around her, the party similarly readied themselves. Oberon drew his long sword, Almara’s hands lit up with flame, and Gallon rose to full height, his hammer hanging ready at his side.

One eye closed, Jade zeroed in on the source of the sound.

‘Calm. Never shoot until you see the target, love. That’s not our way.’

She waited, and the rest of the group waited for her. They knew the score by now. Whatever complaints they had over her leadership every now and then, in the heat of the moment, Jade made the call.

Then the moment arrived and they collectively let out a sigh.

Kip emerged from the undergrowth as though the trees were theatre curtains and he was waltzing out to perform before an eager audience. His arms were spread and his smile was broad as he made his way onto the beach.

“There’s been a change of plan!” He announced.

“Oh joy,” Oberon grumbled, lowering his sword. “The bard lives.”

“Hush, Oberon.” Kip said with a dismissive wave. “Your voice is too abrasive for the place and the hour.”

At this, Gallon’s whole body - a wall of green skin, scars, muscle, and power - tensed. It was the kind of thing everyone felt. Gallon was, for the most part, mild-tempered. However, he had little tolerance for insults directed at Oberon. They’d all learned that at some point - Kip faster than most. It didn’t stop Kip though, in fact, it seemed to egg him on.

Kip directed his keen glance over to the orc and placed a gentle hand on his chest.

“You needn’t worry, my dear Gallon.” He said. “Your voice is rough and rich, and I would listen to it until old age and the cruel wear of time stole my hearing from me. Unfortunately, your brother has not been blessed with your gifts.”

After a long moment wherein everyone held their breath, the tension left Gallon’s body and the orc grinned. Oberon shook his head, doing his best to restrain a smile.

“You are so easily bought, brother.”

Gallon merely shrugged in response.

Almara descended from the Sienna’s deck, jumping off the railing with the deft skill only a tiefling managed to have. She landed with bare feet deep in the damp sand.

“So,” She beamed at Kip. “What’s the change of plan?”

Despite the convincing story the bard’s smile was telling them, Jade noticed his left eye twitch. He ran his delicate fingers through his greenish-blue locks before resting them on his chin. His usually sun-baked golden skin was slightly paler than usual.

“Well,” He said. “Funny you should ask that actually. It’s a very interesting story, and -”

Oberon groaned and pinched the bridge of his prominent nose. “Just say it.” He growled. “What mess have you landed us in? Just tell us.”

Kip’s genial expression flickered and he rolled his shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again. His sparkling eyes, the colour of rock pools, blinked.

“Right.” He said. “Prince Quinn would like to come with us.”

Jade’s brain went foggy and she questioned if she’d heard him correctly. However, the reactions of the crew were enough to confirm that she had.

“What?” Oberon said, jaw slack.

“Please, tell me you’re joking.” Almara added.

Even Gallon raised an eyebrow.

Kip avoided all their eyes and shrugged innocently - or as innocently as Kip could ever do anything.

“He wants to ‘join us on our adventures’.” He explained, using his fingers to mime out the quote. “I think that’s how he put it.”

“Adventures?” Almara repeated. “Does he know what our lives are like?”

“I tried to tell him.”

“Prince Quinn.” Oberon said emptily, as if he were still processing. “As in, the Thelebar Heir. Son of Queen Lindessë, ruler of giants. That Prince Quinn.”

Kip frowned at him. “You’re slower than usual tonight.”

“Kip.” Jade warned.

The bard sighed. “Yes, that Prince Quinn. He cornered me and I was short on options.”

Jade frowned. “Why leave now?”

Kip cast his stare in her direction. “Apparently, he’s not too fond of the idea of being betrothed. Or becoming king.”

A snort escaped Almara. “After that performance, my dear, I think he might just be too fond of the idea of you.”

Kip raised his chin and winked at her. “He wouldn’t be the first, love.”

“Can we focus, please?” Oberon chastised. Jade had never seen him so tense. “The Prince wants to leave his kingdom… with us?”

Kip clicked his tongue. “Didn’t you do the same?”

Oberon’s face looked like Kip had just slapped it.

“I was exiled, you dimwit.” Off to their left, Gallon huffed. “Sorry.” Oberon corrected. “We were exiled.”

Kip’s patience for the minutia of the details was quickly waning. Ironic, since he was the one, once again, changing the details.

“Right,” He said. “Yes, very tragic. Both of you. But really, what is escape if not self-imposed exile?”

At this, something clicked in Jade’s brain. She studied Kip and he was soon aware of it, flinching just so under her stare. Kip had always avoided spending too much time with her and yet, she felt she understood him fairly well.

“You’ve already agreed to this, haven’t you?” She asked.

The group turned to Kip and waited.

The half-elf gasped.

“Without consulting with the party?” He said. “Absolutely not. I would never.”

At that moment, before any of them could ready their weapons, a huge figure emerged from the tree line and presented themselves on the beach. Standing approximately 17 feet tall, he looked remarkably like the giant prince from the Thelebar Hall. Jade and the rest of the group, bar Kip who still had his back to the trees, stared up at the stranger. Jade’s stomach lurched.

“Hello!” The giant waved a massive hand in their direction.

Kip clicked his tongue again.

“Then again.” His voice was strained. “I might have. Yes. Now that I think about it, I did. Yes.”

“Lindessë will hunt us down to the end of the Earth and march us off the edge by the point of her sword.” Oberon whispered, his gaze never leaving the Prince.

“There is no end of the Earth.” Kip replied. “I’ve looked.”

Jade shook her head. “Not the point, Kip.”

There was an awkward pause wherein nothing happened and nobody moved. The party was, largely, unfamiliar with giants. All of them, save Kip, had seen them for the first time that night. Now, one wanted to join them?

A million questions raged around Jade’s head, though she asked none of them. The main one was “How?”. How would a giant in their group work? How would they get back across the Isle with one on board? How could they escape Lindessë? How could they continue their work back on the East Continent with one shadowing them the entire time? She didn’t know. They had well and truly waded out too far.

Thankfully, Jade wasn’t forced to break the silence, Almara took that role upon herself. She forced a smile and walked over to the Prince who awkwardly knelt on one knee before her.

“I for one,” She said, doing her best to appropriately project her voice, “Am intrigued by our new addition.” She turned to the Prince and extended out her arm - an act by any account worthy of praise. “I am Almara Blackstrand, and I look forward to a long and prosperous friendship with you, my Prince.”

The Prince swallowed and stared down at her small hand before he took it in his much larger one and, with a concerted effort, lightly shook it.

“Uh, thank you.” He said, shuffling in his squat. “You can just call me Quinn.”

Almara grinned again and nodded, retracting her hand. “Ok, Quinn.”

“He’s going to get us killed.” Oberon whispered to the rest of the group.

To his chagrin, giants proved to have better hearing than they’d otherwise assumed, and Quinn’s dark eyes found him. The giant’s face reddened but he pushed through with a smile.

“I will try my best not to.”

“Great.” Oberon grumbled. “I’m convinced.”

“Stupid, Kip.” Gallon shook his head.

“Yes, Gallon,” Kip nodded, his expression tight. “Noted. Thank you.”

Oberon turned to Jade and, slowly all eyes present followed suit.

“Jade?” He said. “What do you think? We will follow your call.”

Jade let out a long breath through her nostrils. She glanced at Kip and whispered in the lowest voice she could manage.

“No other options?”

For the first time in a long time, Kip looked genuinely unnerved. He replied with an almost imperceptible shake of his head. His perfect hair fell about his freckled face in a mess.

“None that would end well.” He whispered back.

Jade nodded and her attention went to Quinn who remained kneeling on the beach. She walked over towards him, marvelling at how much bigger he was than the rest of them.

And she thought Gallon was large.

She swallowed down the innate dread urging her to retreat, and crossed her arms.

“My name is Jade Cavernthorne. I think all of us can, in some way, empathise with your situation.” She said. “We may not always operate on the right side the law, but we can still make some claim to honour.” She grew serious. “If you come with us, you follow our rules and you pull your own weight. Understand?”

“I mean, who else could?” Oberon muttered loud enough for Jade to hear, meaning that Quinn heard it too.

For his part, the giant ignored the comment. His large dark eyes were focused solely on Jade and she did her best to remain calm under it. After a moment, he beamed.

“I can do that.” He promised with more surety than Jade thought he could afford.

Jade sighed and nodded. Behind her, Oberon groaned.

Almara smiled and pat a gentle hand on the giant’s leg. “There we are.” She said. “Welcome to the family, Quinn.”

From beneath the shadow of the Sienna, Kip balked. “The what?”

Jade turned, eager to get the giant out of view, and marched back to the ship. “Ok, it’s settled.” She called so that all present could hear her. “Get ready to depart.”

As she passed Kip, she grabbed his bicep and pulled him close.

“He’s your responsibility now, got that?”

Not waiting for his response, she released the half-elf and made her way towards the ship. Before boarding, she heard Oberon whisper to Gallon.

“I don’t know if you’re still the strongest, brother. We have more pressing concerns.”

***

As they sailed away into the East, Quinn, cramped on the deck, stared back at the continent that had been his entire world. Everything he’d ever known was everything he was leaving behind. The breeze whipped through his hair.

I’m really doing this.

Other than Kip standing behind him at the helm, there wasn’t a soul on deck - the rest of the party were below. Suddenly, Quinn heard the bard begin to sing in a cracked and husky voice - softly, as if only to entertain himself on the long journey through the night.

“West is where the traveller goes when the wandering days are done. It’s where the night farewells the day, at the setting of the sun. West is where the oldest shore fights back against the swell. It’s where a story goes to die, when there’s no one left to tell.

But if, my dear, you seek to roam, upon the Eastern shore - come, meet me there. Come, meet me there! We’ll walk forevermore.

In Camroth-Kar and Dannedah, in Halambad and Lile, in Finryeth and Gal-Rok-Nash, and Sullis-on-the-Isle. We’ll journey there. We’ll journey there. If you’ll walk with me a while.

But if nothing else could bid you come to walk this life with me, perhaps, far West, I’ll meet you there on a shore across the sea.”

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I will emerge from my hole to post this and disappear again because I’m in my goblin era. A follow-up to a story I wrote forever ago. Enjoy! - ray xx

(Part One: Tongue of the Bard)

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radiokathryn-if · 7 months

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What are the ROs love languages?

ooo good question!

Nate's ever growing ego is something to say the least──he values acts of service but he's not big on the reciprocation side of love... not anymore at least.

Even though Eva has become more and more jaded and cut off from romance and love, she's still a romantic at heart. She values quality time and physical touch! I'd day she's most likely to give words of affirmation towards her lovers.

Mica's love language is acts of service. They consider their tattoos a symbol of your relationship (friendship or otherwise). It's also the small things for them, like making them a cup of tea or remembering insignificant details.

If you get past Detective Han's mountain of a wall you'll find that their love language is simply showing up. It would fall under quality time but their time is usually stretched thin so you just being there at the end of the day is good enough for them. Don't hug them they might cry.

José's love language is definitely gift giving, both giving and receiving! But I'd say a secondary would be quality time──their time spent with their mother while the two of them make something together is a classic example of José's love language.

Ji Han is a bit of a tricky one. Much like his sibling he has a wall built around his heart but rather than being made of stone it's made of reflections. When giving his love Ji Han is very observant towards others, moulding himself to be what they want, it comes off as genuine at first but he quickly feels rather detached. If you get through his walls however he may indulge you in his real self, and he's a bit of a clinger. (All in all, I'd say he's a mix of all five languages!)

Fauve's used to using her femininity, looks and body to her advantage to get what she wants but it's not real and she doesn't like thinking about that with someone she wants to love──she doesn't want pretty words or fleeting touches. She doesn't know know herself what makes her heart stutter for real. (I do, it's gifts of sentimentality!)

Jackson's love language is a classic quality time. Much like Detective Han, if his lover shows up when it's important that's what matters to him. It helps if you get along well with his daughter (and she loves gifts!). I'd say his giving love language is acts of service, he likes knowing he's helping his loved ones in any way he can.

???'s a bit of a mystery for now, but as a treat I'll tell you they are touch starved and crave words of affirmation!

#radio kathryn if #all ros #c: nate nicks #c: eva vidal #c: mica hollens #c: detective han #c: josé danger #c: ji han #c: fauve #c: jackson lewis #c: ???

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Jade Stone - Sensual Aussie blonde

Watch all your fantasies come true with Jade, your very own girlfriend? She loves to give you pleasure and is all ears to your need & desires. Ask for all the extras that you want - be it any kinks, fetishes, squirting, or orgies. She is 25 YO, with brown eyes and a dark blonde Aussie. Tattooed, pierced, and proud lady who specializes in BDSM and is always looking for some fun.

The first thing that people will notice about her is - sparkling eye. The known glint perfectly compliments her cheeky smile and olive skin. Jade is easygoing and loves conversations apart from offering sensual joys and good times together between the sheets and behind closed doors.

You can text or call us at - 0402 743 999 or you can use our live chat option to make a booking -

#full covered service #multiple hours #langtreesvipperth #langtreesvip

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acosmicdisappointment · 2 months

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— mallory jade.

is that RENEÉ RAPP? oh, no, that’s MALLORY JADE WATSON, a TWENTY-FIVE year old SINGER/FORMER CHILD ACTRESS (GONE WILD) who uses SHE/HER pronouns. they currently live in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is SANTANA LOPEZ FROM GLEE. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

BASICS.

FULL NAME. mallory jade watson NICKNAME(S). mallory jade (NEVER JUST JADE), mallory, mally, mal AGE/BIRTHDAY/ZODIAC. 25 / november 1st / scorpio SEXUALITY. chaotic lesbian BIRTHPLACE. los angeles, california HEIGHT. 5'7" EYE COLOR. blue ILLNESSES/CONDITIONS. a chaotic and mean lesbian TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/SCARS. standard lobe and upper lobe piercings, double helix, has a little tramp stamp, a cheeky tattoo, a scar on both knees, right shin, and left elbow FC. reneé rapp

PERSONALITY.

blunt headstrong fiercly loyal and supportive overconfident judgmental bitchy

HER-STORY.

— Born into a family with a deep-rooted history in the industry (ehem nepo baby), Mallory was destined for stardom. With her cherubic face and natural talent, she quickly became a household name, starring in hit TV shows and movies. She was known as 'Jade Watson' back then (Lindsay Lohan, Miley Cyrus and Amanda Bynes filmography claim). — However, as Mallory transitioned into her teenage years, the pressures of fame began to take their toll. Growing up in the spotlight, Mallory struggled to navigate the complexities of adolescence under the watchful eyes of the public. — She felt like she couldn't breathe with all the pressure of being a celebrity. Mallory couldn't fully express her true self, as she was boxed in a stereotype of being the 'good girl'. — At 18, Mallory started to rebel against the image that had been carefully crafted for her, yearning for the freedom to explore her own identity. Inspired by the rebellious characters she portrayed on screen, Mallory began to embrace a more daring persona thus choosing to go by Mallory instead of Jade.* (Jade is a good luck stone while the name Mallory meant 'unlucky'; the irony really) — Somewhere in the middle of all that, she fell in love with her female co-star and best friend. It was sort of a chemistry off the charts kind of thing. Turns out, it had only been a one sided kind of relationship for Mallory. This person publicly broke her heart and wound up getting engaged as if it wasn't already a play in Mallory's face. — This was when Mallory decided to leave behind acting and just focus on making music (Reneé Rapp and Miley Cyrus discography). She became a little reckless from the heartbreak and thus began the string of multiple scandals. — She had a string of short-lived, intense relationships. Mallory was a serial ghoster, always running away from any hint of commitment in fear of what happened before. She would ignore her own feelings, burying them beneath layers of bravado and sass. — She thrived on drama and excitement, always seeking out the next big thrill. Mallory was fiercely independent and unapologetically herself. She refused to be boxed in by society's expectations, instead forging her own path, consequences be damned. — Her parents decided that it was best if she stayed away from the spotlight and lay low, making her move to Valparaíso while they try and clean up her mess. And there she was living her most unapologetic life in the region.

EXTRAS.

to read to see to listen

HEADCANONS.

— certified girl kisser™ — would be the type to randomly ask "do you wanna make out?" or "are we about to kiss right now?" (will keep you guessing if she's serious or not) — had her first (and last) boyfriend at the age of 13, immediately knew boys didn't do it for her — a MASSIVE flirt and would call everyone a pet name (she has a hard time remembering names so this is easier) — is a serial GHOSTER and absolutely doesn't want to commit — can't cook for shit (will always eat you out) — always gets hurt on her birthday (it's a reneé rapp canon as well) — her facial expressions are enough to tell you how she's feeling

WANTED CONNECTIONS/PLOTS.

going ghost! — what's more awkward than seeing someone you pulled a vanishing act on fun silly little girl time — friends she can just let loose with i'm your biggest fan — someone who remembers her as a child actress and is a fan of her work (both now and then) more tbd! my dm's open if you wanna plot!

#valpohqintro #꒰ঌ ໒꒱ — mallory jade: you're like in love with me

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Who the heck is Shikoba?

Name: Shikoba Ofishotik

First name means “Feather” in Choctaw, and last name means “Sky Dog” in Chickasaw. These are references to the Above World, and the guardians of the Chickasaw tribe: the red-headed woodpecker and the celestial Large White Dog, Ofi’ Tohbi’ Ishto’.

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Species: Human

Occupation: Former Storyteller Apprentice (Kicked out), Former Ecology Student (Dropped out), currently an Apprentice Paranormal Investigator

Stand: Diamond Dogs (Reference images of her stand's forms coming soon!)

Can summon two large canine specters (one white and one yellow). These canines have stony, Southeastern-styled heads, star-speckled bodies, and collars with Choctaw diamond motifs. They can fight in her stead, often using relentless thrashing with massive, heavy jaws. They can also be used as shields against some projectile attacks.

Another way of manifesting is morphing her arms as two large, toothed warclubs. These warclubs bear the same stone canine heads but have large teeth-like serrations along their bottom jaws”. She can strike them to the ground to create small-range earthquakes and as blunt-force weapons.

Physical Description: Shikoba stands at five feet and two inches, and is of curvy figure. She has a few tattoos: two fang-like marks on her cheeks, a Southeastern spiral armband on her left arm, and a tiny tribal sun on her left wrist.

Her fashion is an interesting mix of hippie, rock, and punk. She is never seen without her coyote tooth necklace, or her black jade knife necklace. The knife has a jaguar motif perched on the top of it, A braided leather bracelets with shells, stones, and silver charms (crescent moon and cow skull) is also one of her favorite accessories. (More detailed reference images coming soon!)

General appearance is seen below:

Personality: A wandering heart best describes Shikoba. She feels a persistent desire to escape the monotony of average life. There are several reasons as to why she feels that constant urge to venture on. One is the deep need to escape her past, the person she developed shame and hatred towards. Leaving that life to hopefully find a new identity she could feel peace with push her onward.

The yearning to discover more about her culture and heritage and all connections to it also burns within her heart, it’s the one thing about herself that she feels pride in. As a storyteller apprentice, Shikoba seeks to share what she has learned with others, as well as gather other stories from across the world. She adores wildlife and nature, particularly those of the tropical rainforests. She lights up at merely seeing any sort of animal. She finds joy in art, as well, especially drawing. Shikoba normally tries to keep a notebook and a few pencils on hand to draw what she finds or is inspired by during her excursions.

Intelligent and observant, she will first attempt to gather information on the situation and environment before acting. Despite this, she is prone to panic during critical times and will hastily act to diffuse any confrontation. She tends to be a people-pleaser, especially towards those who choose her or claim to find value in her. She is annoyed by this weakness but the disconnect between her awareness and the emotional need for approval doesn’t stop her from falling back on it. She has some mistrust towards elders, and harbors deep anxiety about how her ancestors possibly view her.

While she doesn’t necessarily enjoy sexual intimacy, she enjoys the validation she gets out of it and has little inhibition with using sex to meet that desire. She struggles immensely with forming long-term commitments, especially if such could leave her vulnerable to another or harkens back to her deepest regrets. If a relationship goes beyond the physical, she will attempt to find ways to escape it. Though introverted, Shikoba will leave her comfort zone to either share traditional stories, information about wildlife and ecology, or as a means to an end (usually flirting to get something out of other people).

Backstory: (Warning: This story contains abuse, mental illness, violence, and infidelity.)

“They say ‘we are our ancestors’ prayers’. What happens if ya were never what they hoped for?” - Shikoba

Shikoba grew up in a small town in northern Mississippi. Her life hadn’t been too different from other children, though she often struggled with feelings of inadequacy as she couldn’t keep up with her friends during games.The concerns of being of less worth stemmed from her family life; though her parents loved her dearly, Shikoba’s grandparents were not as kind. The grandmother ruled the family with an iron fist, and viewed her daughter, Shikoba’s mother, as the scapegoat. This resentment escalated when Shikoba’s mother, Rose, went against her wishes and eloped with the man she loved. Though her grandmother didn’t view Shikoba as her own person, she had hoped the child would grow into an obedient agent for her will. An unwanted puppy was still cute and easy to control, after all.

This put immense pressure on Rose, thus causing her to try coaching Shikoba on how to act around the family matriarch. Shikoba was meant to behave like a trained dog, and failure to yield to her grandmother’s unspoken demands led to the grandmother’s venomous rejection, Rose’s frustration, and Shikoba’s deepening sense of worthlessness. She had been called selfish, defective, broken, both by her grandmother and by Rose during her worst moments.

This belief of being broken extended to school. Because her school was very small, it relied heavily on the one sport it could take part in: Basketball. Unfortunately, Shikoba wasn’t built for athletics, and she quickly became the burden of the coach when she dared tried out for the team. Her humiliation in that failure discouraged her from trying any others until much later. She adopted the view of never being good enough for others, it festered into a deep self-hatred. As she grew older, her bitterness grew into depression. Though intelligent, she gave up on her grades. She would flee into the country, tucking herself within the cedar forests. Instead of studying or doing homework, she would wander as far as the limited wilderness could lead her. How she wished there were no fences, nor roads to remind her of where she was, and who she was: trapped, powerless, worthless. The only class where she kept up some effort was in art, or outside of school, learning the traditional stories from the elder storyteller. She always loved learned about her culture, as well cultures across the globe. She especially enjoyed learning how the world was seen by her ancestors, and hoped to continue their legacy by passing down the ancient stories. Despite these small glimmers of joy, the frequent failures further irritated Shikoba’s grandmother, and she intensified her efforts in isolating and controlling Shikoba and her parents.

Shikoba already struggled with fitting in with both her extended family and peers, as her inability to achieve in any athletics made people believe she was stupid and useless. Her interests in nature and mythology also seemed odd to the sheltered community. This only escalated when she started collecting crystals, animal skulls she found during her hikes, and darker clothing to hide her stout stature. Rumors of her wanting to be a witch (the Chickasaw term for “witch” isn’t the same as what’s seen in popular culture. It refers to one who practices bad medicine) began to float about, much to her dismay. The rumors led to the storyteller forbidding her to come for more apprenticeship lessons, deepening her sense of rejection from her people and by extension, her ancestors. All of these factors sparked the bullying, particularly from her rival: Destiny.

When she reached her early teens, her father’s job required them to move frequently throughout the southeast. Shikoba relished the fantasy of escaping her life and creating a new, better identity, but found time and time again that it wasn’t given freely. Acceptance from classmates and teachers was always beyond her reach, as her awkward nature and fear of being cruelly tricked got in the way of her interactions. Her family struggled to make ends meet, as the frequent moves from rental home to rental home strained their already meager finances. All the uncertainty and weight of social rejection made Shikoba grow more fearful, angrier, and strengthened her desire to run from it all. The daydreams of traveling the world, never staying long enough for people to know her broken self, became temporary but necessary relief. Oftentimes she envied the feral dogs that wandered the lonely rural streets. They could go wherever they wanted, they didn’t have to be imprisoned by rejection and judgment.

Though these new sources of stress loomed over Shikoba and her family, the shadows of their past would tear them back again. The annual stomp dance was about to occur in Shikoba’s hometown, and her grandmother demanded that they attend. So back she and her parents trudged, to the place that no longer seemed like home, if it ever did before. Though the central fire bathed the night in a warm amber glow, and the songs of the men echoed to the stars, Shikoba remained beyond the shadows. She hoped to remain unseen, but even that wouldn’t be granted to her. Destiny, her enemy, recognized Shikoba and strolled over.

Their conversation quickly became heated, with Destiny laughing at Shikoba’s failures, reminding her of never being good enough. Shikoba was quick to throw back insults, stumbling over her anger and trembling voice. This only made Destiny scoff even more before giving one last retort. “No wonder you’re a witch.” This was the final straw for Shikoba. Pocket knives were drawn and the two brawled on sacred ground. The fight was intense but short-lived, as Destiny overpowered Shikoba and struck her in the leg. This sent the sobbing girl to the Emergency Room. As she sat in the cold, sterile waiting room, her parents on either side of her and staring blankly at the tile floor, her grandmother stormed in. Her grandmother spat vitriol at the three, saying how ashamed she was that her reject of a granddaughter would start a fight at a public event. The words cut through Shikoba like darts: “You’re the reason why your mother is so miserable! It would have been better if you weren’t born!” The teen’s parents jumped in then, with Rose tearfully screaming at her mother for her hateful words. Security was quickly called in to guide the grandmother away, but not before she said the last thing Shikoba would ever hear from her: “You’re dead to me!”

At that point, Shikoba decided to never return to this town, nor claim belonging in this family besides her parents.

Years pass by since they permanently left that town, and she and her parents lived in Texas. Though Shikoba was in her early twenties, the frequent moves and transfers between colleges led to her losing credits and still being stuck in undergraduate studies. She began her degree in ecology, and her desire to save endangered forests intensified. Shikoba had always wanted to save animals just like her childhood heroes on the nature channel, but now she felt there was a clear path to do just that. This would be how she could find her purpose, her worth, and finally become someone loveable.

Now that she lived on her own in Dallas hours away from her parents, she began seeing men on campus. She would sneak into apartments and dorms, having flings with those who expressed interest in her. She craved the illusion of being wanted, chosen, and cherished, if only for a few hours. But staying much longer than that meant them seeing how stupid or pathetic she really was, it meant giving them control, it meant they could hurt her. So she would quickly slip away and distance herself from those who have expressed more than mere desperation or lust. “It’s because I’m wild, a heartbreaker!” At least that was the comforting lie she told herself.

Her frequent flirting finally led her into deep trouble as she crossed paths with a man who was already engaged. Shikoba knew he already promised marriage to another, and his fiance was an innocent woman; but the attention, the gentle touches along her body, the sweet fantasy of being desired led to her falling into temptation. Several times they had been intimate, and sickening guilt would gnaw at her stomach. Yet it wasn’t until he admitted having feelings for her did she realize the extent of her sin. She truly was selfish, evil, and worthless. Yet another innocent person had been hurt because of her, just like her parents and ancestors. Shikoba dropped out of college after that, and applied as field researcher aide for the Speedwagon Foundation’s Environmental Conservation Section. She unfortunately didn’t get the position due to her college education Shikoba dropped out of college after that, and applied as field researcher aide for the Speedwagon Foundation’s Environmental Conservation Section. She unfortunately didn’t get the position due to her college education being incomplete. Reeling from the sting of disappointment of not fulfilling her dream as a protector of wildlife, Shikoba grew desperate to run from it all.

She answered an ad for an "apprentice paranormal investigator", posted by a wealthy but emotionally immature man who sought to become the "most badass demon hunter". Though it seemed like he merely wanted an entourage for his self-centered adventures, she was willing to go along with it. It meant escaping her failures, the damage she caused to loved ones, and the country. She became like those stray dogs she envied, running away, yet not finding any happiness in doing so.

(At this point her story is open-ended. Her job can take her anywhere in the world, wherever the RP will take place. )

#museinfo

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nightsidewrestling · 4 months

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D.U.D.E Bios: Jade Herbert

The Sister of Eli Jade Herbert (2020)

The Sister of Elinor and Isidore, and daughter of Frank and Giselle, Jade. A high-school student who volunteers at a local pet rescue centre.

"I volunteer because it stops me getting a million puppies."

Name

Full Legal Name: Jade Cosette Herbert

First Name: Jade

Meaning: From the name of the precious stone that is often used in carvings.

Pronunciation: ZHAD

Origin: English, French

Middle Name: Cosette

Meaning: From French 'Chosette' meaning 'Little Thing'.

Pronunciation: KAW-ZEHT

Origin: French, Literature

Surname: Herbert

Meaning: Derived from the male given name 'Herbert’, which is derived from the Old German elements 'Heri’ 'Army’ and 'Beraht’ 'Bright’.

Pronunciation: EHR-BEHR

Origin: English, German, French

Alias: None

Reason: None

Nicknames: J.C

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 15

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: French-Canadian

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: June 27th 2005

Symbols: None

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Jewish

Native Language: French

Spoken Languages: French, English, Hebrew

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Cancer

Theme Song (Ringtone On Eli’s Phone): 'Formidable’ - Stromae

Voice Actor: Not Finished Growing

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Montreal, Québec, Canada

Current Location: Montreal, Québec, Canada

Hometown: Montreal, Québec, Canada

Appearance

Height: Not Finished Growing

Weight: Not Finished Growing

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Blonde

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: Not Finished Growing

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: Bee and wasp stings

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Not Finished Growing

Illnesses/Disorders: Asthma

Medications: Inhaler and EpiPens

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: N/A

Enemies: N/A

Friends: Jane May, Magnolia Ott, Oxana Volkov, Oighrig Rhydderch, Naomh Rhydderch, Faith O'Hannigan, Sadb Rhydderch, Unni Rhydderch, Jane McFarlane, Saffron Rhydderch, Dahlia Rhydderch, Yvonne Rhydderch

Colleagues: N/A

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Giselle Herbert

Mentor: Giselle Herbert

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of note

Parents: Frank Herbert (42, Father), Giselle Herbert (42, Mother, Née Granger)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Isidore Herbert (18, Brother), Jade Herbert (15, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: None

Trainer: None

Managers: None

Wrestlers Managed: N/A

Debut: N/A

Debut Match: N/A

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: N/A

Stables: N/A

Teams: N/A

Regular Moves: N/A

Finishers: N/A

Refers To Fans As: N/A

Extras

Trivia: Nothing of Note

#D.U.D.E #original character #Herbert #Family. Not a Wrestler

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skipplings · 6 months

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Strangers

Pt. 1 Pure Heart

Xiao x Reader, Words: 1,223 // Previous part ✧ Next Part

Author’s Note: This was sitting in my drafts for AGES because I got stuck on it but anyways here it is. I wrote this after the moon chase event all the way back in 2.1 ;-; Xiao was making me blush I–,, I don’t even like him like that but damn. Anyways here’s a whole fic I wrote about him lol.

Since the Golden House was shut down, mora had become tight across Teyvat. You were lucky enough to land a job with a wealthy herb and spice merchant in Liyue Harbor, but the work was hard. Going out every day to collect Liyue’s local specialties was physically challenging, and even dangerous. You had to keep your wits about you. Between the harsh Liyue terrain, and the monsters that roamed the land; any wrong move could mean certain death.

The wind whipped violently through Huanguang Stone Forest, causing the old wooden bridges to rock back and forth. The swaying of the bridges created a haunting chorus of groans and creaks that rang in your ears. You stared up at the peak in front of you. It was impossibly high and with the wind as bad as it was today, you were dreading what you had to do.

Eventually you decided you’d put it off long enough. With a huff, you searched the cliff face for a good foot hold, and began your ascent. Although it was long and arduous, your climb went off without a hitch. At the top of the peak, you were greeted by four fresh Qingxin flowers.

It’s plain to see why Qingxins are the rarest of Liyue’s local specialties because the amount of time and effort necessary to get your hands on even a couple flowers was absurd. You loathed when your boss would send you out herb collecting. But now that the golden house had ceased operations, mora was becoming tight. Vendors had been laying off any non-essential employees, and you couldn’t afford to be out of a job.

After picking the flowers and safely storing them in your pouch, you began the dreaded task of climbing down. It was a much slower process than the climb up. You had to look down to find foot holds, and every time you did so you became sick to your stomach. The distance to the ground was so far that you couldn’t even see it through the swirling clouds below you.

As you inched downwards, you spotted a sprig of violetgrass within your reach. Although it wasn’t what you set out to collect, you knew it could still be worth something at the market. Cautiously, you reached out your right hand, towards the flower. And just when you felt the leaves of the plant ghost across your fingertips, a huge gust of wind blew through the stone forest– throwing you off balance. Everything seemed to slow down as you felt yourself lose grasp of your hand hold. Your feet were quick to follow, and before you knew it, you were in free fall.

You had no idea how long you had been falling, if someone told you it had been hours you would have believed them. All you heard was the sound of the wind whipping in your ears as you plummeted toward the rocks below. The wind was cold, brutally so. But, you very quickly felt a spot of warmth on your back and suddenly, the warmth enveloped your whole body.

You hadn’t realized that you closed your eyes until they fluttered open. You weren’t falling anymore. Sitting up abruptly, you looked around. You were back on the peak where you had started.

“Did I…” You murmured to yourself.

“You didn’t imagine anything. Just what did you think you were doing, anyway?” A harsh voice jutted out of the usual soundscape. You whipped around to find the source of it. Before you was a man of average height, and a medium build. He had short dark hair mixed with jade streaks. His eyes were closed, and his arms were crossed as he spoke.

“I was… collecting Qingxin, I slipped on my way down and I…” You trailed off, gazing at the man in front of you. The more you studied him, the more you realized how unusual he looked. It was extremely rare to meet anyone with a tattoo in Liyue. It was especially rare to see such a large and visible one like the one on the man’s arm. Additionally, he had a mark in the center of his forehead that was like nothing you've ever seen before. The strange man finally opened his eyes, and you admired their amber color. You could only imagine how beautiful they’d look if they weren’t glaring at you in the present moment.

“It’s dangerous here for humans, you should collect Qingxin elsewhere.” He spoke curtly but in a proper manner. You stood up, brushing yourself off.

“Well, I appreciate your concern, and thank you for saving me, but I really have to keep collecting. My boss is relying on me and I–” The man cut you off.

“No, you need to return home. I said, it’s too dangerous here.” He cut you off, a hint of a growl in his voice. You opened your mouth to speak again when the man in front of you suddenly doubled over. You rushed over to him, but he stumbled backwards, summoning a polearm and holding it out towards you. “Stay away from me!” You held up your hands defensively.

“I only want to help you.”

“There’s nothing you can do, so just leave.” You bit your lip, and inched towards the man slowly. His eyes were scrunched in pain, so you doubted he would notice. Before long you were past his polearm, and you could easily reach out and touch him.

“What’s your name?” You asked cautiously.

“Xiao.” He said through gritted teeth. His eyes peeked open at you, pain clear on his face. “Please… go. I don’t want you to be hurt by me.” You shook your head, placing a hand tentatively on Xiao’s shoulder. He flinched at the contact, but didn’t shy away from it.

“Are you hurt, Xiao?” You inquired softly. Xiao replied with a sharp exhale, it almost sounded like a laugh.

“This is the burden I must bear: my karmic debt. Though I may be in pain, I am used to it. If it were to transfer to others, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” You felt Xiao relax a little, his shoulders falling slightly.

“Can it do that? Transfer to others I mean…”

“Yes, it can. Which is why I spend most of my time here in Huanguang Stone Forest, away from people.” You didn’t quite know what to say to that. But you didn't have much time to think about it as Xiao stood up abruptly, shaking off your touch. He dug through a pouch on his waist and pulled out a fistful of Qingxin flowers. “If I give you these, will you go home?”

The scene in front of you was a rather sweet one. Xiao’s arm was outstretched holding a bouquet of Qingxin flowers, his gaze cast sidelong avoiding yours. You received the flowers happily, placing them in your pouch with the ones you had collected previously.

“I still have to climb back down.” you murmured, peering over the edge of the cliff. Behind you, Xiao grumbled, and you felt an arm wrap around your waist. A cloud of black enveloped you and when it dissipated you were somewhere else entirely.

It took only a moment of looking around to see that you were in the alley behind your apartment building in Liyue harbor. “How did you…”

“Simple lemniscatic wind cycling, it allows me to travel anywhere within an instant.” Xiao stated, almost proud of himself.

“No, I meant how did you know where I live.” You finished your question from before. A small smile formed on your lips as you watched Xiao’s pale cheeks flush crimson.

“I- uh, good safe, I mean be–, good night, be safe, good night.” Was the last thing Xiao stuttered out before disappearing into the night.

#genshin impact #liyue #reader insert #reader is not traveler #reader is kind of traveler #gender neutral pronouns #xiao #genshin #fanfic #skippworks

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