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hopeandjoy9 · 6 months

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You know how I shared my ikesoren playlist forever ago? I thought I'd share my FFXIV playlist now though it's audience is, uh, just me.

Some background: some songs are for generic WoL, but my specific WoLs are a female Au Ra named Yukiko Shirogane and a male Viera named Freyr Cyfddydd. They are both reincarnations of Azem, as Freyr almost died when he was born, splitting his soul in two. Their relationship is ultimately that of "like brother and sister".

Main ship in the playlist is Freyr/G'raha (so, m!WoL/G'raha), Freyr/Haurchefant, and also some scattered Hythades references. The playlist order is roughly chroniclogical.

Adult Children - Kanzaki Iori (Freyr's backstory)

I wanted to be the same, too; I wanted to be born into a loving family We'd laugh together, say "It's great to be alive." Let this unchanging day end. Let this day where I can't change end.

2. Dernie Traveler’s Diary - PIPPO (all WoLs)

If I can simply go on like this, singing to myself, to keep myself smiling, then it’s all good, even if I can’t touch anyone else. As long as I can still see their hearts, I’m happy simply singing to myself, smiling, even if no one can feel me here.

3. Wonderland and the Sheep's Song - Hachi (all WoLs)

In the rain shelter of the candy shop, I awaited God's return So, shall we sing? The sheep's song! With that lantern in your hands, Illuminate everything, so like the sun...

4. Chignon Solider - seeeeecun (Freyr during ARR climax, with flashbacks to the fall of Dalmasca)

“Raise the flag of retaliation!” I cried. I’ve become an adult just so that, to the lives of humans, I can… That is your “atonement” to your mother. I will simply never stop believing that.

5. Flamingo - Kenshi Yonezu (ARR G'raha -> Freyr)

You're a fla-fla-fla-flamingo, A dazzling fla-fla-fla-flamingo You dance away, stumbling and laughing, never to return Only loneliness and jealousy remain Thanks for your business - treat me better next time...

6. Vampire - DECO*27 (Freyr -> Haurchefant)

You’re a vampire too It’s OK if you suck me up, go ahead “I can’t take it anymore” I want you to make me say it too I could never do it with anybody else, let me praise you

7. Cactus and Mirage - Jakkan-P (Freyr -> Haurchefant)

You're a mirage, Like some impossible dream, Lying on a desert bed, And when the sun goes down, You're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

8. BugLug - seeeeecun (Fray -> all WoL)

Yes, yes, in that case, I’ll do it, so cease your grumbling. The child cries gratingly. The ultimate of love and hate concentrate from a slovenly direction onto a single point. A man-to-man portrait of the dead in a bug-manipulating ending summer.

9. Kimi no Taion - Kuwagata-P (Freyr -> Haurchefant)

Flowers wither and the moon wanes Another season passes That you were here, feeling and touching you fades away as if nothing was there

10. Strangers - Heavenz (Yukiko -> Freyr)

"There was someone, there was someone..." I must have clung to that phrase. The enveloping sounds are just noise, and through it I can't pick out anything But you, you were still there, weren't you. That is to say, we are like lost children but we are not all alone.

11. Brainwashing - Neru (Yukiko & Freyr)

If you follow the tracks of tears on my cheeks At the end of them, Abandoned and starved, My dreams have frozen

12. Namida - MARETU (StB Fray)

The flowing blood and tears, tears dye you darker and darker. Take out your blades, your blades. It hasn't stopped beating yet, right? Your heart.

13. Ideals and Wars - Inumaru Shibaigoya (8th Umbral Calamity!G'raha -> all WoLs)

Even though your shadow is already gone, your noble ideal, determination, and views will keep in living within me. I shall be the one to fight this time. If I have fought until the moment I reach the end of my days, pray let me tread on your shadow, my God.

14. Six Feet Under - Aqu3ra (Ardbert)

Give back the time I lost Who was it that got in the way? It feels as though I’ve forgotten both what I liked and what I hated The goddess smiled as if making a bargain It seems she won’t wait for the proper timing

15. Red Tears - nekobolo (Crystal Exarch -> Freyr)

I'm sorry, for building a wall around me. I'm sorry, for being a coward. I love you, it's true. But I can't open the door to my heart.

16. Toosenbo - wowaka (Crystal Exarch -> Freyr)

I won't let you through. I'm the only one playing hide-and-seek. It's an innocent spoiled child's dream, "Please keep your eyes off me. Please let go of me. Smile with your innocent eyes!"

16. Android Girl - DECO*27 (Freyr -> Crystal Exarch)

Android girl, I’m out of my mind. I know you’re mine and mine alone, but “who” are you anyway? Even though I’d had faith in us the whole time, the whole time...

17. Ars - Sekikomi Gohan (Crystal Exarch -> Freyr)

I, who fantasizes over an optimistic view of life, will stay lonely In my final moments, I put everything about the reason I lived in this lethargic smile that will never reach you

18. Dramaturgy - Eve (Emet-Selch)

I can’t escape from this box. I came to that sad realization and wanted to escape. We were all playing our parts, Making our way towards the credits.

19. Tiara - Sekikomi Gohan (Emet-Selch -> Hythlodaeus)

My oath to love you forever and to share the pain together Alone, I proclaim it under the waning moon Shining Tiara, here is proof of my pure love

20. Two Breaths Walking - DECO*27 (Crystal Exarch & Freyr)

The front foot I’d half-put out to come over and embrace you Has somehow started to hurt you The words I just learned become a knife that pierces through you Tearing your life to pieces

21. Eine Kleine - Kenshi Yonezu (G'raha -> Freyr)

To have everlasting sorrows and open seams, but also you; How happy I would be to smile and say, "It was for the best"... Everything before me seems to blur and dissolve; A flood of miracles wouldn't be enough... Because you called my name... Is it all right if I call your name?

22. The Defeated Boy - Kemu (Crystal Exarch/G'raha)

After struggling and running, I had somehow ended up standing where I am I'd wanted to become someone that everyone would admire, a hero - but I couldn't

23. My Name is Love Song - Neru (G'raha & Freyr) (translation)

Please don’t treat me so nicely; the wounds at the depths of my heart will open up If you do that, I’ll end up by your side for life While singing “please don’t treat me so nicely,” I ended up forgetting my own name Now, we’ll call out our names with the same voice, waiting for someone to come

24. Pierce the Clear Blue Sky - Kasamura Tota (Freyr -> G'raha)

You dumbass, you don’t have the right to go and die You’ve got to be happy, it’s your job to stay by my side forever So let me take on those pains that won’t ever leave you alone If you go off somewhere without me, I’ll never, ever forgive you

25. Cynicarealism - TaKU.K (Venat -> Emet-Selch)

At long last, you’re smiling, I see. But even if your lid’s a bit loose, who could blame you? Your heart is unsullied. The morning star appeared in the sky today. What a beautiful picture it makes. I could almost forget about even the deplorable Avici hell. Alas, if only he had survived, the world may have been sullied, but the two of you could have swindled the world, escaped it, and arrived at——

26. Teo - omoi (Yukiko & Freyr -> Meteion)

Not a single one left behind We'll reclaim every last piece, that's all Until the magic wears off - until then, Hold on tight to my hand, my hand My hand!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #wolgraha #hope rants about her ocs #vocaloid #tbh this is mostly for me #and because i am procrastinating on english homework

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centise · 5 years

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ah yes... my child

#art #little jakkan #jakkan #anthro #furry #persona #kota #thats her name!!!

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tattoosandcanes · 6 years

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“Newton, I’d like for you to meet The Twins,” Hermann says softly. Beside him, Newt is making little choking noises in the back of his throat, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Tw- … erm. Uh. Twins?” he stutters.

Hermann’s mouth curls up in a grin. “Yes - this is Jakkan–” He gestures to the smaller of the two kaiju, who is crouching down in the pebbles to be eye-level with them, then towards his freckled sister. “–and Stelle.”

At the sound of their names, the kaiju let out cheerful little burbling sounds. Inside Hermann’s head, he can hear Jakkan chanting, “Little-big-brothers!” over their connection. He glances at Newt. His face is lit by the moon and the glow of The Twins’ luminous eyes.

“They have been eager to meet you.”

“The Twins” – art is based on a fanfiction that I’m currently developing. Jakkan means “little bit” in Japanese and Stelle means “spot” in German - of course, Hermann was the one to name them. :)

#kaiju #newton geiszler #hermann gottlieb #fanart #my art #pacific rim #newmann #fanfiction #baby kaiju #newt #hermann #newtmann #pacrim #hivemind #the twins #jakkan #stelle

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thefallendivine · 3 years

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Ulvre IX: Survival

NOTE: This is the introductory short for the last Guardian. Like the other two, skip this post if you don’t want to be spoiled about this companion.

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Jakkan turns away from the rocky chamber, adopting a grim look on top of the smile that was used to project a sense comfort and reassurance. His steps are heavy as he makes his way out of the mountainside cavern. An alpine lake greets Jakkan as soon he is out, the sunlight reflected on each ripple of the clear water. But the Half-Orc does not notice the beauty that lies right in front of him, for he is seeing much further ahead.

In his trek down the mountain, Jakkan’s familiarity with every incline, every stone embedded on the craggy terrain works with him as his mind remains on the duty that is waiting to be fulfilled. His eyes are never on his feet every time he lifts them and all the time he settles his footing, but they are sure, even with the lake water spilling down the mountain face, making the descent slick and treacherous. Jakkan’s pace is quick, navigating the mountainside readily and with grace, just like the trickling water that serves as the source of the great river in the Negurra Taiga.

The sun has set by the time Jakkan makes it deep into the forest, his feet stopping as soon as he catches the scent that marks his destination. Looking around, several trees around are gashed deep by jagged claws, a few practically sunk halfway through the trunk. Fallen branches have been scattered, and tracks muddle the forest floor, lit by the silver moon now high up in the night sky.

A distinct howl causes Jakkan to shift on the spot. He looks towards its direction, even if beyond the trees in his immediate vicinity, he can see nothing but more mangled trunks. Jakkan grits his teeth, feeling the pain behind the eerie cry.

Wanderers may mistake the sound to belong to just any other wolf that calls the forest their home. But Jakkan knows better.

He moves, cutting through the forest with the speed refined by many years of keeping away from any form of non-bestial society. Every breath that comes out in a puff of cloud from his fanged-mouth brings him closer to what he is looking for. And when he finally finds it— finds him, Jakkan’s breathing stills. And with it, his heart starts to ache.

His master— the Wolf Beast, Omega of the Wolves and of the Lupus Beastmen— digging through the dirt like a lowly animal. His green eyes have lost its gracious ardor, now overcome with nothing but the irrational hunger of a savage predator. And when those eyes find Jakkan, he is not embraced with warmth, but with fear.

That is when Jakkan knew for certain that his master is gone.

The great white wolf lopes towards Jakkan with drool spittling from bared fangs. The Half-Orc rolls to the side, taking out the knife entrusted to him as the Druid of the Wolf, and he has never felt more laden wielding the singular blade.

As a prophet of a Beast, his responsibility has been mostly about keeping his master safe and hidden from modern society while locating and assuring his creations of his continued existence. But at the end of it all, prophets are also the ones who hold the responsibility of killing their masters when the time comes that they are corrupted by their own powers of Birth, to prevent them from becoming an aberration of nature. Jakkan is well-aware of all of his duties, said or unsaid, but he never thought he would be the one to end his master’s life; that he would live long enough for him to be saddled with such a burden.

Every passing moment his chest feels as if it is being drowned from the inside as he watches his master bound towards him once more. The Beast’s regression from someone wary of ruining an already fragmented world, to a modern iteration of a mindless beast— it cuts at Jakkan deeper than any blade could; rending worse than any claw could.

So he must end it, before the pain tears him apart. Before the legend of the “Terrible Wolf” is renewed in the minds of the unworldly, he must take his master’s life.

Jakkan lets the beast come to him, he lets it pin him down on the dirt, before thrusting his knife straight into the wolf’s heart.

There are no last words, not even a final breath. Just a snarl— a vicious, thankless growl.

Jakkan knows all too well that his master was not at all ungrateful. It is just the cruel circumstances and existences, which made everything as is, that makes Jakkan see all that is in front of him at the moment in a light of bitterness. It is as if the world itself is telling him that he failed.

He merely followed a path that was paved beforehand. Jakkan did not add to it, nor did he create a new one. He failed not in his duty as a Druid, but in taking the chance to make a difference.

Jakkan knows that, he does not need anyone telling him how he let it all come once more to this definite end. He understands it now, after thinking it over and over since the signs of the corruption showed. Numbed by the thought of it, and by the cold of the night, Jakkan makes his way back to the mountain.

The journey is long, and the sun once more begins to blaze through the violet horizon of dawn when Jakkan finally makes it back.

He plants a smile on his somber facade as the wolf cub crawls out of the recession on the cave wall

“There’s blood on you, Jakkan!” The cub exclaims, already able to speak through his mind. “Is it— is it over?”

Jakkan fights the urge to pet the cub, kneeling instead, offering the new Omega’s due reverence. “It is. You are Ulvre now, the Wolf Beast.”

Jakkan peeks at his new master, intending to gauge his reaction, but rather he finds the glow of the power of Birth through the gray fur on Ulvre’s head— the power already passed on. Jakkan immediately bows his head once more, jaw clenching in anger at the Incarnates who would defile the Laws of the world, and in consequence, the Beasts.

“But, Jakkan. I don’t know what to do.” Ulvre nudges his snout against Jakkan, but the Half-Orc withdraws from the usual show of amity, knowing that a boundary must now be set between the two of them. Ulvre retreats as well, showing respect for himself and for his prophet. With lingering uncertainty, he says, “Tell me what to do, Jakkan.”

Jakkan does not need more time to think, as he already knows the answer to the Beasts’ dilemma. They do not need prophets, nor do they need servants. What they need are saviors. Jakkan cannot save the current Ulvre, but he will find someone who can.

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vocaloid-tunes · 3 years

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Kimi Recycle | Jakkan-P feat. Hatsune Miku

#hatsune miku #jakkanp #vocaloid #request #2008

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desiraypark · 4 years

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Love in Writing [Prologue]

Series Summary: Friends since childhood and sweethearts since adolescence, Finn and Darla are now of age to court and eventually marry. But when Finn is away in the army, his “brother” and frenemy, Ben, snatches their chance at matrimony away. Main Characters: Darling “Darla” Teven (Daughter of Dekari and Amala Teven) (Blk/F) Finn Okani (Son of the late Jace and Callila Okani) Ben Skywalker Solo (His Grace, the Young Prince) Setting: - Country of Alderaan - Not space - In a world comparable to the Western hemisphere of the Earth (but not Earth lol) - Starts in a time comparable to the early 1910s Disclaimer: Though set in a “historical” period, this series won’t be completely historically accurate. The series is more so “inspired” by the Western culture of the early 20th century, but much of the content is the result of my re-imagining and re-envisioning the era(s). Categories: Angst - Drama - Fluff - Historical - Romance - Scandal - Smut Content Warnings: Arranged Marriage - Backstabbing - Conniving - Deceit - Degradation - Infidelity

Though the original character will be forced into a marriage, I intend to avoid putting any non-con into this series.

(Prologue after break)

The Debut Ceremony

My Dearest Finn,

My Love, I wish the contents of this letter were pleasant. The most horrific thing has happened. Ben has asked my parents’ permission to court me and they said “yes”! I am mortified. I miss you my Love and wish you were here to fight this with me. My parents said that they think you are a splendid young man and they adore you. But of course, a union within the royal family would be more beneficial to the Teven family. I can’t understand why Ben would do this. Surely, he knows that we’ve been in love since we were in secondary school. I know that you’ve shared your affections for me with him. Yes, I remember you telling me that he may harbor some resentment toward you, but I did not believe it was this strong. Princess Leia asked me if I was sure I wanted to court Ben. I’m sure that she, too, is aware of our affection for each other. But my parents burned into me with a mighty glare, striking the fear of the Maker into me. I said “yes”. But as you know, Princess Leia isn’t the final decision-maker. King Luke also sees benefit in a Skywalker-Solo-Teven union. My sweet Finn. I am sorry that I have to share this news with you in a letter. Please say a prayer for me, as I will continue to pray for you. But now, I fear that I pray for an end to this undesirable union in a not-so-pleasant way. I love you, Finn. And only you. Always.

Sincerely, Your Darling ____________________ THREE EVENINGS BEFORE

“Ladies and gentlemen, the highlight of our evening begins…”

“Ready to make ourselves available for sanctified deflowering, ladies?” Rey asked. Jenaveve pinched her daughter’s bare shoulder.

“Twelve gorgeous young ladies are ready to make their debut as women among King Luke Skywalker, his Royal Family, esteemed guests, and twelve Alderaan’s finest young men. Here they are…”

A violin played.

“First out, Estela Becall, daughter of Trevin Becall, escorted by her mother, Lumina Becall…”

The announcer--Prime Minister Tico, called the names of the remaining eleven young ladies, including his granddaughter, Rose. She was Rose Tico, daughter of Issak, escorted by her mother, Belle. Isaak Tico was a Navy general who wanted little to do with politics and the frills of the aristocracy. He was intent on letting his daughters, Rose and Paige, live relatively normal lives--but he wasn’t always able to escape the golden claws of his esteemed father. Rose took it all in stride. She was a perfect combination of her male descendants: fiercely independent like her father and boldly persuasive like her grandfather. And she was a humanitarian like her mother--dedicated to remaining on the right side of history. Now, here she was following Alderaan aristocrat tradition--her hair pinned up and body adorned in minimal jewels and a gown of Skywalker blue.

Jannah Itanni--fourth in the debut line. She was the granddaughter of York Itanni I - the world-famous inventor and engineer, and daughter of his son, York Itanni, II. Jannah was very much like her father--an explorer at heart. Curious. Always ready for a new adventure. She didn’t hate the debut ceremony--in fact, she hoped to catch the eye of a young pilot who could teach her to fly--but she hated the rules and the consequences of unfollowed rules. So many unnecessary things, if you asked her. Rose and Jannah went to school with Rey Jakkan and Darling Teven. Rey was the youngest daughter of Markus Jakkan and Jenaveev Olvair-Jakkan (daughter of oil tycoon, Cyrus Olvair). She and Jannah were best friends. Whenever one was in trouble, the other one usually was, too. They often snuck out of their homes to meet each other. How they were able to do it so often without being caught, no one ever knew. Like Jannah, she hated all the rules and protocol of the debut ceremony--but unlike Jannah, who kept her complaints to low mumbles, Rey fought and protested the entire way. Ninth in the line (and alphabetically in front of Rose) was Darling Teven. Yes, Darling is her real name. But everyone (except her mother) called her “Darla”. Darla was the daughter of Dekari and Amala Teven--and granddaughter of Jahani Teven. Her grandfather was the founder and CEO of Eastland Preserves, one of the biggest dried foods manufacturers in Alderaan. Eastland Preserves also had storefronts in five of Alderaan’s major cities.

Darla was just as mischievous as Rey and Jannah, but she did an excellent job of hiding her capers and quieting her quips. Always relaxed and easygoing, she knew when to play with the fire and knew when to step away. Naturally, Rose Tico was her best friend.

Twelve single young men stood in line to greet the young women with bows, kisses to hand, and hellos. If they didn’t know their names, they asked - but there were probably only two young ladies who were strangers to the Skywalker castle. For many of these young men and women had roamed the marble halls and plush grounds as children--passing the hours with boundless fun as their parents talked business, politics, or simple social affairs with King Anakin and Queen Padme, and for five years now, King Luke. Additionally, many of them attended the same prestigious academy. The young men traditionally lined up by titles and importance - royals first, the children of politicians second, and esteemed citizens (like businessmen’s sons) after. One by one, they chose their first dance. First in line was Prince Ben Skywalker-Solo - son of Princess Leia and Prince Han Solo, nephew of King Luke. This was his third time attending the annual debut ceremony. For it was no secret that the carefree young man wasn’t interested in a wife, but his parents forced him to participate. To at least look like he was trying to be an honorable man.

“Darling,” Ben said when he reached the Teven family’s only daughter. He bowed and kissed her hand, and she raised an eyebrow at him. The chandelier seemed to illuminate her and only her. She was always lovely, but the night’s air and the room’s airs made her radiant. “Benjamin,” she responded. He noticed Rose biting down a chuckle. “Ben is my full name, Darla.” “I know.” He smirked and walked to Rose. When greetings were done, Ben chose Rey to dance with first. He knew that she hated the entire affair and only wanted to antagonize her for it. Then, there was Darla--his final dance partner. Unofficial sweetheart to his unofficial brother.

“Darling Teven,” Ben said, as he took her hand. The second dreadfully long song of the evening began, and the two bowed and curtsied, and pranced into their waltz. “Why do you keep calling me that?” Darla asked. “Is your name not Darling?” “You have never called me Darling, Ben.” “Ben?” he asked, looking into her eyes. “Your Grace, you mean.” “You would love for me to call you that, wouldn’t you?” “I would. Just like I enjoy calling you Darling.” “All of a sudden...” Darla mumbled. Ben grunted and looked over Darling’s head. It required little effort--for he towered over everyone on the dance floor. “How is Finn? Do you still write him?” he asked. He met her eyes again. Darla was slightly annoyed by the question. She didn’t quite know why. There seemed to be a tinge of intrusiveness to it. He knew good and well that nothing could stop them from writing each other. “Of course I do. He is well. Ready for his advanced training soon,” she answered with a proud smile. “You don’t write him?” Ben shrugged. “He writes to his uncle. His uncle passes the messages on.” Darla nodded and they danced in brief silence. “So, how does it feel to be a woman?” he asked. She shrugged. “I feel no different.” “Oh. So I must give Finn some lessons.” Darla’s eyebrows scrunched together. “What are you talking about?” “Oh, you know. Sweet little harlot,” he said. Darla blinked in shock. “What did you call me?!” she growled. “Shh. Not in front of the guests, Darling,” he said with a grin. “Your secret is safe with me.” Darla huffed and suddenly began to sweat.

“Finn didn’t tell me, by the way,” Ben continued. “I knew when he left for the base. The way you two looked at each other at the station. The way he walked like he’d drank ten coca drinks. Where did you two go? His uncle’s barn?” "That’s none of your fucking business,” she said between clenched teeth. Ben shook his head. “Language, little one. Language...” “Oh, shove it up your ass, Ben,” she whispered. He just laughed. “But you’re right. It’s none of my business,” he said. “It’s just such a shame that the Darling of Alderaan didn’t get her beautiful cherry popped by a man with more experience.” “You’re disgusting,” Darla hissed. “And I wouldn’t want my cherry popped by a worn out and used utensil, anyway.” Ben threw his head back to laugh this time. He looked back down at her. “Used? Yes. Worn out? Not even close. Darling.” Darla rolled her eyes. “When will this song end?” Ben glanced over the dance floor and ignored the pained and impatient expressions on his peers’ faces. “We can change partners at this point.” “Thank the Maker.” “I have to initiate the switch. Me being the more important bachelor and all,” he said. “Well. Initiate!” Ben bit down on his bottom lip. Dimples pressed into his cheeks. He kept waltzing with Darla. “You’re a torturer,” she said. “And Finn would kill you if he saw what you were doing right now.” Ben didn’t say anything. He just stared into Darla’s eyes. “Why are you doing this?” she asked. “Finn isn’t the only person who thinks you’re beautiful, Darla.” Chills went down Darla’s spine. She swallowed. His confession was sweet but dripped with a sinister elixir. Surely, these feelings of his were new. If they were even genuine. “That’s kind of you, Ben. But Finn is the only man whose affections I desire.” Ben smiled. Then, his eyebrows knitted together. He nodded.

“We’ll see.” ____________________ Let me know in the comments if you want to be tagged in “Love in Writing”!

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harukapan · 3 years

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Generic Heroine - Lyrics and translation

Generic Heroine by Zerotic Holic

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Daitai nitariyottari son'na tenkei-tekina post mitaku fotojenikku o kidotta koi ni kyōmi naishi

janjan sarakedasu kei no sutōrī mo nanka nigatedashi son'na jibun mo mendōdashi

toriaezu wa kōhī katte hitoiki tsuite mimashou ka suishō: Nonfirutāmaiserufu

dokka ni aru no ka na? Kon'na itsumo no uīkuendo garari kaete kure chau yōna torigā mā ikka kyō wa kyō de okashi tabete mōsō junkai... Un! Zenbu zenbu zenbu zenbu zenbu jenerikku hiroin

kyōkan shi chau kanjō ni nanka jakkan egui tagu no kan sottoji shite tameiki nante hendesu wa

kōryū-chū janai hito to kōryū shitai son'na mujun yueni kyō mo botchi anken demo

tokimeki toka tōto-mi toka myūto shi teru wake janai yuru tsuno: Dokidoki anken

dokka ni iru ndesho? Kon'na watashi no koto mitsukedashite kureru ōji-sama nante ne saredo kyō mo ohitorisama mankitsu tenshi... Nē zenbu zenbu zenbu zenbu zenbu enjerikku fō rinrabu

hibi no haitta ekishō no gamen tte nanka seikimatsu-kan kore wa kore de ari tcha ari kana? Nante nante nante ii-sōna kimi tonara

toriaezu wa kōhī nonde nanka okutte mimashou ka hyōmei: Nonfirutāmaiserufu

dokka ni aru no ka na? Kon'na itsumo no uīkuendo garari kaete kure chau yōna torigā mā ikka kyō wa kyō de okashi oishī soko wa happījan? ... Un! Zenbu zenbu zenbu zenbu zenbu jenerikku hiroin

English

Everything are mostly similar or the same I want to see a typical unique post I'm not interested in a photogenic love

I'm a system that does not stop exposing Telling stories isn't my strong point Even someone like me is so troublesome

For the time being I'll buy a coffee Let's take a break Recommendation: Non filter myself

Is it lying somewhere? Such a usual weekend The trigger that will change the louvers Oh well, I'll eat sweets today again Delusional patrol...Yeah! It's all, all, all, all like a Generic Herione

For the sake of the sympathizing emotions The number of tags is a little ugly Closing it and taking a breath, feels weird With people who aren't interacting I want to interact with that contrast Therefore, even today in my case

Excitement or respect I'm not muted Recruiting: a heart pounding matter

You're somewhere, right? Even somebody like me Hopes to find out who my prince is Just kidding, but today as well I'm by myself An enjoying angel...Hey It's all, all, all, all like Angelic Fall In Love

The cracked LCD screen Feels like the end of the century This here, this there, is it anywhere? What if, what if, you're the one to say

For the time being, I'll drink some coffee Should I send a message Statement: Non filter myself

Is it lying somewhere? Such a usual weekend The trigger that will change the louvers Oh well, today's sweets are delicious too Isn't that happy?...Yeah! It's all, all, all, all like a Generic Herione

Kanji

だいたい似たり寄ったりそんな典型的なpostみたくフォトジェニックを気取った恋に興味ないしじゃんじゃんさらけ出す系のストーリーもなんか苦手だしそんな自分も面倒だし

とりあえずはコーヒー買って一息ついてみましょうか推奨：ノンフィルターマイセルフ

どっかにあるのかな？こんないつものウィークエンドガラリ変えてくれちゃうようなトリガーまあいっか今日は今日でお菓子食べて妄想巡回 ...うん！全部全部全部全部全部ジェネリックヒロイン

共感しちゃう感情になんか若干エグいタグの数そっ閉じしてタメ息なんて変ですわ交流中じゃない人と交流したいそんな矛盾故に今日もぼっち案件でも

トキメキとか尊みとかミュートしてるわけじゃないゆる募：ドキドキ案件

どっかにいるんでしょ？こんな私のこと見つけ出してくれる王子様なんてねされど今日もおひとり様満喫天使 ...ねえ全部全部全部全部全部エンジェリックフォーリンラブ

ヒビの入った液晶の画面ってなんか世紀末感これはこれでアリっちゃアリかな？なんてなんてなんて言いそうなキミとなら

とりあえずはコーヒー飲んでなんか送ってみましょうか表明：ノンフィルターマイセルフ

どっかにあるのかな？こんないつものウィークエンドガラリ変えてくれちゃうようなトリガーまあいっか今日は今日でお菓子おいしいそこはハッピーじゃん？ ...うん！全部全部全部全部全部ジェネリックヒロイン

#sb69 #showbyrock #zeroticholic

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 3 years

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So, now that Zaynee is back, I feel invigorated to continue my story/saga/trash fire fic.

I am celebrating this with a small tidbit of knowledge about the saga as a whole.

Namely, what I have written so far about the food of the future and the main character’s reactions to it.

AHEM.

Tina: Isn’t fond of the fake coffee, but will drink it anyway. Thinks the Jakkan tea is quite tasty and, once she finds out about it, prefers it to the coffee. Doesn’t hate the fake steak, but thinks they really missed the point by trying to make it an hors d'oeuvre and decides to personally correct the situation for anyone else who might come along. However, the salads and other alien produce are awesome and she never knew that berries and nuts on a salad would be quite so tasty.

Shane: Is a fake coffee addict. Seriously, he can’t stop drinking the shit. The Jakkan tea is quite delicious as well, but he prefers the fake coffee, despite it’s objectively worse flavor. Has no problem with the fake steak, he’s used to it by now and just appreciates something resembling meat. The salads are ok, but he’d rather have the NOT!Meat and some good root veggies.

Sami: Thinks the fake coffee is an abomination against God, man, and all the species of the universe. Won’t even refer to it as “Coffee”. If you ask him, it’s sewage water. He does like the Jakkan tea though, at least it isn’t completely artificially synthesized.The fake steak, however, is delicious and right up his alley as, being a plant-based meat, it’s literally what he’s used to from Earth. The salads are also great and, in all honesty, the fact that the future-culture has banned the consumption of animal products due to religious guidelines makes him exceedingly happy because he no longer has to worry about going out of his way to eat Vegan.

Kevin: Hates pretty much all the food and would commit several borderline atrocities for an actual beef burger. The coffee is crap, the tea is crap, the fake meat is crap, and the salads are decent but no replacement for “actual food”. That said, if he had to choose one food to live off of, it would be the salads and other vegetables. He really believes that it’s not food, it’s what food eats, but anything that comes from a synthesizer or is artificially created tastes like dirt to him. Give him actual fruit and veggies any day.

Everyone, across the board, hates the “Grey Stuff”. It’s not that it tastes awful or that it doesn’t fill you up, but after the first 100 bowls, you’re ready to eat your own entrails as an alternative.

#Vanished with the Dawn #Fanfiction #WWE Fanfiction

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harvard-art-museums-prints · 4 years

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PORTRAIT OF JAKKAN, Utagawa Kunisada, 19th century, Harvard Art Museums: Prints

Harvard Art Museums/Arthur M. Sackler Museum, Gift of the Friends of Arthur B. Duel Medium: Ink on paper

https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/207817

#utagawakunisada

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trashpandaorigins · 5 years

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Whatever it Takes: A Rocket& Groot & Steve One Shot

Based on a real dream I had last night. Even my subconscious is writing angsty fanfics now...

*CONTAINS SPOILERS*

“GROOT!!” Rocket dove through the reign of fire from above, dirt cascading around them. It couldn’t be...could it? It wasn’t the first time Rocket thought he saw the flora through a haze of smoke and chaos. Granted most of the smoke was the fog of his own delirium after four bottles of Hatrishan liquor. But this, Rocket’s paws instinctively grabbed at the brittle bark. This was real. The flora starred up at him, eyes wide and gleaming with confusion and cautious joy. He opened his mouth to speak as another volley of blasters cascaded down. Rocket instantly flipped perching on Groot’s chest, doing his best to shield the young one from the bullets.

A grunt brought the raccoonoids attention briefly from Groot’s face. Steve dodged another hit from the purple scum bag. The man’s face was like the rest of them, bloody and bruised and smeared with ambivalent hope. How was he still standing? How had he continued to stand and fight after all they’d gone through? Rocket hissed a sharp hot pain hitting against his back. Groot called something but the explosives drowned him out. Whatever it takes, that’s what Steve had told them. Whatever it takes. Rocket glanced at Jakkan rifle at his belt, one hit at the right angle...that could do it. Another stabbing bullet cut into his back and he grit his teeth. Groot’s bewilered gaze staring up at him. That face...those eyes. He lost Groot once, no...twice. He wouldn’t let that happen again. Rocket craned his neck to look at where Steve desperately fought.

It would suck, after all he had just gotten the flora back, just got all his family back. He’d missed them so much but...but if the past five years had taught him anything. Hell the last drew days! It was that you protect those you love. You fight for them. And when need be...he looked at Steve’s own sweat and exhausted eyes through the dark clouds of battle...you sacrifice when you must. He sucked in a breath, savoring Groot’s face with love. He turned to Steve.

“Whatever it takes,”

Steve looked up, somehow hearing the words.

“Rocket...?” He wiped a hand over his brow, panting “What are you....?!” The raccoonoid flashed a toothy grin, spun around towards the reign of explosives, aimed and shot.

“Natasha and Tony aren’t the only ones we should be remembering,” Steve shifted uneasy before the Guardians. The tree one, Groot held Rocket’s blaster in his long fingers staring blankly at the ground.

“You’re friend,” Banner began awkwardly, “well he was a...”

“Hero,” Steve interjected. Groot looked up. “He was a hero,” Steve affirmed. “And he should be treated as such.” He raised a hand to his temple in salute. Groot nodded, toying with the weapon in his grasp. Steve lowered his arm. They’d lost many, suffered a great deal.

And yet... and yet they did it.

#i know this is short and corny but it was an actual dream #pay no mind to the urupt shitty ending #in my dream steve said lets bogie and it turned into a dance party #endgame apoilers #rocket raccoon #groot #steve rogers #gotg #my writing

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toxooz · 3 months

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Okay speaking of humans and old OCs, do you still consider Jakkan a part of your cannon? Because I was thinking about his time period and the fact Ollie was made from a demon that has a looooong lifespan and whether or not Ollie would live to see the new monster fighting industry come to fruition. And in the event this happens, I wonder how he’d feel towards Jakkan specifically since he was modeled after Ponti.

Idk if that’s a reach lmao but I still think it would be interesting to think about

YES Jakkan is still cannon just waaaaaay into the future and im still debating on giving Ollie a long ass lifespan or not bc it hurts to think about tbh sksksk 😭 but like a futuristic seasoned Ollie look might be a LOOK but anyway and im still wondering if they really do bring back Ponti in an attempt to study him more and him and Jakkan have this whole adventure to dismantle everything or at least try or again they bring him back to fight Jakkan as a testament to the whole monster fighting industry and that being a whole clusterfuck

#jakkan #ponti is like the wolverine of my world just always there no matter what time period and just Pissed Off #id imagine hed be so tired and agonized over the fact that he finally died a peaceful life only to be brought back into #the hell he was raised into and finding out that its not only still alive and well but more popular #oh the angst possibilities #with this ai bullshit plaguing this earth in current time the whole bringing ponti back from the dead is looking #more and more believable and like yeah they would fukkin do that no doubt wouldnt they

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kgasaz · 3 years

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ずっと真夜中でいいのに。- 胸の煙歌詞

胸の煙歌詞 Lyrics ずっと真夜中でいいのに。 (Zutomayo) アルバムAlbum ぐされ作詞Lyricist ACAね作曲Composer ACAね発売日Released date 2021.02.10 Language: 日本語/ Japanese ずっと真夜中でいいのに。胸の煙歌詞 | LYRICS もう若干ジェラ付き指の中　生乾きsmoky cloudy縺れていって　大好き口の中　仲直りpinkie promise どうして　予定調和に過ぎない無意味たち君は知ってる。こうして　指に触れては　よじれてく熱も確かに　きっと不確かにすぐ乱れていった報われた　大袈裟なくらいじゃありのまま　惨めな解放だ辛いより　もっと辛いよりすぐ堕ちていった抱きしめて　喚いて鳴いたりはしなくなっても静かな波だわ waaaaa もう辛さに集中　入り込める気持ちよく　中止準備もし振られてた想定　入り込める出会った瞬間に　している煙撒いてくる　待って唯一話せる　デリバリーとっくに溶けるように頭に浮かぶまま在り来たりなの　待って言い換えたキスならヘルシーとっくに溶けるように胸の奥砕いてどうして　予定調和に過ぎない無意味たち君は知ってる。こうして　口に含んでは誰も選べない確かに　きっと不確かにすぐ乱れていった報われた　大袈裟なくらいじゃありのまま　惨めな解放だ辛いより　もっと辛いよりすぐ堕ちていった抱きしめて　喚いて鳴いたりはしなくなっても静かな波だわどんな自堕落も　乗りこなせるしっかり真面目に　苦しんだけど割り切ったり　でも求めたり続ける範囲内じゃ　壊せない声を発するまで　精一杯で始められない確かに　きっと不確かにすぐ乱れていった報われた　大袈裟なくらいじゃありのまま　惨めな解放だ辛いより　もっと辛いよりすぐ堕ちていった透明で冷たくて見透かされてばかりだけど暖かい涙は楽しめてゆくからはう゛ぁ歌詞 MUSIC VIDEO ずっと真夜中でいいのに。胸の煙 ROMAJI mō jakkan -tsukiyubi no naka namagawakismoky cloudymotsurete itte daisukikuchi no naka nakanaoripinkie promise dō […]

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zenkimi · 6 years

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SekirararaRiot Lyrics (せきららららいおっと歌詞)

ZenKimi’s 5th single. Lyrics & EN under the cut.

ROMAJI

Kotoba nante nakutemo tsutawaru no shitteru. Kimi ga mitsukete kuretan da mon sou desho? Moshimo kono hoshi ga teki darake demo ne kimi wa mikata de itekureru.

Yoo~o! (Outta! (wara) ponpon! Supopon! ponpon tanoshii wara jajajajaaanu!

Yumemiru koto shika dekinu kuse ni souzou wa fukuramu uchuu Taihito janakya… nante bakari Kangaeru shimatsu doushiyou mo nai… Mazu kyouchousei toka korinzai muri housokusei oshiero kudasai Umaredete suimaen ikitsuku… Mou akirame kaketeru hodo minikui HYUUMAN (tohoho

Nandakedo, yuukedo, doushite konna hikareru… Hora konna ni konna ni mite! Harisakesou. Kitanai atashi baka (na

Kimi ga itara! Boku ga iru! Jakkan ushiro kara muriyari… (tekutekuteku Furimuki hame! Ba, barechatt… genmetsu iya! Waga muteki (hahahaha) Kimi dake na no! hoshii no wa hoka no nanmi hoshikunai yo Kore wa maru de SHEIKUSUPIA? Warawaseruna jigoku otsu morohonki ♡

Yatte kimashita jibun migaki hatesate nani karat e wo tsukeyou ka… Sumaho de RISAACHI! A, kore kawaii~ hi wa kureteku ANAFIRAKUSHII Takurami kakumo hakanaku koyoi mo unaru yo subete wa jibun, tenbatsu yo! Ii kagen ninmu wo konashi ii ne! ga hoshii no…

Nandakedo, wakatteru, konna jbun wo uramu… Motto kyupin kyurun churun Mufufu no fu. Byouin e isoge to, soramimi…

Kotoba nante nakutemo kono omoi kegarenu. Dare yori mo kimi wo miteru no, shitteru? Ima no kono sekai teki darake da yo ne? atashi dake kimi no mikata yo. Zutto ne.

Nandakedo… kime! Shita yo. Mou immawashi aru no… wara Nara donna ni donna unmei! Matou to mo Kimi dake wo aisu yo (kiime! Pi!

Kimi ga itara! Boku ga iru! Mirai eigou kawaranai! Furimuki hame! Baremasu kara… naite nanka nain da zo Kimi dake na no! hoshii no wa hoka no nanimo hoshikunai yo Koi wa masa ni SHEIKUSUPIA higeki wa iya! Mata shirome? wara hayaku kite!

Hyaa~hoi hoi yoo~! (kaburi… Charira charira koi no uta Ben ben ben ben ben

Even without words, I know 'll convey it Because you found me after all, didn't you? If this planet is nothing but enemies, I want you with me as my ally.

In spite of me only ever being able to dream, my imagination is a swelling galaxy "If it's not me vs. everyone..." all the time Managing my thoughts, there's no other way Firstly, I'll be a cooperative person when hell freezes over. Please teach me to be normal I just end up with "I'm sorry for being born" The more I give up, I'm more of an unsightly human (lol)

But, I'm depressed but, why am I so attracted to you? Just look, I mean look at me! I'm about to burst. I'm a filthy idiot (cry)

If you're here! Then I'm here! Somehow forcibly from behind you... Look at me! Ah, I'm f-found out... I hate this disillusionment! I'm invicible It's only you! You're what I want. I don't want anything else This is seriously Shakespearean? Don't make me laugh Hell and I We're both serious

It's finally here, my self-improvement Now, well, where to start... Researching on my phone! Ah, this is cuuute The day closes Anaphylaxis So many short-lived plans I'll howl again tonight Everything is down to me, it's divine punishment! It's nice to have a good mission! - I want to feel that...

However, I get it, I hate myself... More kyupin kyurun churun "fu" of "mufufu". "Hurry to the hospital", no, I was just hearing things...

Even without words I won't injure these feelings I'm looking at you above anyone else, you know? At the moment this world is just enemies, right? It's only me who's with you. Forever.

But like... decide! I did. I'll turn round again... lol Then no matter kind of fate! I'll wait

I only love you (kiime! pi!

Because you're here! I'm here! That won't change, for all eternity! Look at me!! I'll be found out, so... I won't cry or anything It's only you! You're what I want. I don't want anything else Love is certainly Shakespearean. But I don't want a tragedy! Unwelcome eyes again? lol Hurry and come here!

Hyaaaaa hoihoiyo~! (hiding... charira charira love song benbenbenbenben

#zenkimi #zenbu kimi no sei da #Lyrics #kiminosei #ぜんぶ君のせいだ。#alt idol

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tattoosandcanes · 6 years

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“CANNONBALL!” Newt screeches and takes a flying leap off of Jakkan’s head. He lands with an almighty splash next to Hermann, throwing warm salt water in all directions, including right into Hermann’s open mouth.

“Newton!” he splutters as the man in question reemerges, his hair plastered to his head. Somehow, he still has his glasses on. “Watch it!”

“I wasn’t anywhere near you, dude!” Newt shouts, all of his teeth exposed in a grin. He’s got water droplets all over his lenses and, behind them, his eyes are green and bright.

Hermann glances away. A little ways off, Mako and Raleigh are treading water and talking, their voices gentle and low. Stelle is near the shore, her nonsense kaiju burbling barely audible above the sound of the waves. “Just watch where you’re jumping,” Hermann huffs, sinking down a bit as a small wave passes. He lifts his face and kicks out his good leg to compensate. “It’s hard enough for me to stay afloat as it is.”

“You’re doing great,” Newt tells him. His smile has turned soft and Hermann wants to kiss his stupid face. He settles for rolling his eyes and hopes that the sudden redness in his cheeks can be attributed to sunburn.

Jakkan’s laughter in his head makes him think that hope is a lost cause.

“Cannonball” - art is based on a fanfiction that I’m currently developing. Jakkan and Stelle are The Twins.

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iblameashley · 6 years

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My book: Chapter One

Hey guys! I decided that I would post the first Chapter of my book, currently titled “Embers” on here for y’all to read. Curious to see how popular it may be as I have been trying to get it published to no avail (It is entirely possible I suck as a writer!). Little bit of info for you before you click the read more link below!

Genre: Gay, Fantasy, Romance, Erotica (None in Chapter 1)

Total (book) word count: 132, 000

Total (book) pages: 250 MS Word

Synopsis: Mason is a teacher in an exchange program in the city of Vromog, teaching inscription magic to Orc students. When Mason is recalled to his homeland early, he is accompanied by his handler, Kailo. On their way, they –along with a representative from Mason’s homeland named Delia – are captured by soldiers from Illius, and brought to their King, Jakkan. Mason, Kailo and Delia spend the next several weeks being tortured for information they don’t have. What follows is the story of their escape and discovery that they both love each other.

“It’s important to remember,” Mason said, as he walked slowly from one side of the room to the other, “That when you carve an inscription, you spell them correctly.” There was a low chuckle from the audience. “If you fail to check the spelling, you could end up on fire, or dead, possibly both. That’s the best outcome; the worst would be killing everyone within a thirty foot radius of your blunder.” He brushed his thick black Mohawk hair back and gave an awkward laugh.

Dugar was the first to reply; he was an older Orc and had been in the military for over three decades longer than Mason had been alive. He stood about eight feet tall, and was about five hundred pounds of muscle. Despite his height and battle-worn face, he was respectful – even to the young human man teaching him a magic crafting class.

“This is takin’ too long for us to do!” He complained. “These shields are a lot of work and I was never good with the rune language.” His accent was thick, but his complaint came across clearly.

“Your generals thought it would be in your best interest if you learned how to do these for yourself. That way you can make repairs on your own, or make new shields when the time comes to replace the old ones. I understand it’s a lot of work, I do. They made me do it by hand back at Draden Academy before I was allowed to use my magic to make them.” Mason leaned against the large wooden taken behind him, bracing his hands against the edge. “Besides, you’re all military men; you should be used to patience and hard work.” He grinned.

“Y’had to get your hands dirty?” Dugar joked.

“Very much so,” Mason nodded. “Although people from Dradena are magic users, we are taught how to do things manually – by hand, that is – before we are taught to do it the magic way.”

“Why is that?” Guddar, another of the Orc men asked. He was sitting as his table with his eyes on the papers in front of him.

“Well… Everyone in my country is a mage, but our powers don’t develop until we’re about thirteen years old, so until that time we have to learn to do things the hard way. Our parents and teachers also like us to have an understanding of how things work. They don’t believe magic should be used to solve every problem.”

“Makes sense.” Dugar said, turning back to the shield that lay on the table.

“I promise you, this will be an invaluable skill.” Mason said with a smile, though he always felt a little intimidated in a room full of Orcs.

Before anyone else could say another word, the doorway creaked open slowly. Kailo stood in the frame and looked past the class to Mason, still leaning against the table. “You are needed in the Astral room, someone from Dradena is summoning you.” He said in a deep, flat voice.

“Did they say why?” Mason asked as he walked down the aisle of tables to the doorway.

“No.” Kailo replied, “But I’m told it’s important.”

Both men stood there in silence. Mason pondered what it could be about, and looked back at Kailo who was simply staring at him. He was almost eight feet tall with copper-colored skin that had been darkened by the sun along his face and arms. His long black hair was pulled neatly into a braid that ran down his back. His tusks had silver rings at the base with inscriptions that were impossible to read, and he had piercing honey colored eyes.

“Sorry,” Mason said shaking his head, “I got lost in thought.” He turned back to the class and gave them instructions while he was away, the most important one being ‘do not activate the shields!’ He turned back to Kailo, extended an arm and followed the massive man out the door.

Getting to the Astral Room was a long journey; the room had been the most recent construction at Vromog and sat at the very top of the mountain. Kailo and Mason had to walk through the residential wing to the main atrium; a massive open cylinder that spanned most of the height of the mountain. The walkways were lined by thick iron railings and lit by a series of lanterns. They crossed a bridge that ran over the atrium and through a long hallway into the archives wing, and took a large set of stairs up to the government wing.

“Draden,” Mason said, finally breaking the silence.

“What?” Kailo asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Dradena is our country; the group of islands that make up the nation. Draden is the capital city I grew up in, and probably where the summon came from.”

“Oh,” Kailo replied, “my apologies.”

“No need to apologize, I just wanted to clarify.”

It took several more stairs to reach the top; the journey taking them nearly a half hour. It was mostly spent in silence.

Mason was worried about that. Though Kailo could be hard to read, he almost always made an effort to make small-talk; something he was probably instructed to do as Mason’s handler during his time in Vromog. He wondered is Kailo knew something.

As they reached the large doorway that lead into the Astral Room, Mason could feel his breath becoming burdened. It was unsettling enough that he was called here so suddenly, but being so high up the air was already thin, and climbing stairs built for Orc’s took much of his energy. Between his rampant thoughts and the ascent, he was feeling nauseated.

The two guards stationed at the door took a handle each and pulled the large metal door open for them. Inside, the crystal pillars glowed a dapple blue. The room was circular, with five pillars around the outer edge, and a set of round stairs in the center that lead up to a small platform where a pedestal sat. Across the floor were complex incantations and tangled designs that swept around the room and up the stairs. The incantations wrapped around the room from the outer edge and in towards the pedestal like vines of silver and gold. They were written in the old language and were a mix of pictographs and words.

Kailo and Mason entered the room and slowly approached the pedestal. Mason took a deep breath – as deep as he could at this elevation, and waved his hand overtop the pedestal. His fingers danced across the cold, hard surface, tapping rune inscriptions.

In a moment, the room began to shift and change. The doorway disappeared, then the walls, stairs until only the crystals and pedestal remained. Like a picture being painted, a new image came into focus. On the other side of the pedestal now stood Stuka – the Orc who had taken his place at the Academy in Draden. Beside him was Rebecca, his handler.

“Hello Rebecca, it’s good to see you,” Mason began, “What can I do for you?”

“Its good to see you too, Mason,” She smiled. “It seems we have a problem.”

Mason noticed Stuka was silent, his head down and his gaze on the floor. Never before had Mason seen an Orc look so deflated. Sadness, or maybe shame was painted on his face. It hit Mason in the gut. ‘Has he done something wrong?’ Mason thought to himself.

“What has he done?” Kailo asked with lazy ire.

“Nothing!” Rebecca replied, brushing her silver hair behind one ear. “He seems to be homesick.” She continued. Her smile faded and was replaced with confusion.

“Homesick.” Kailo repeated.

Though the words came out flat, Mason knew Kailo was getting more annoyed by the second. Orc’s rarely got sick, and when they did it was usually minor, this hardly seemed worth a summon.

“We’re unsure why it took so long to become a problem, just that he’s been depressed, refuses to eat, and hasn’t shown up to his post several times.” Rebecca asked.

“Really,” Kailo huffed, “behaving so shamefully.”

Rebecca grimaced, unsure what to say.

“Why was I asked here?” Mason finally asked.

“Since we’re sending Stuka back home,” Rebecca started.

“I’m being sent back too, correct?” Mason finished.

“Yes. I’m afraid so. I know you signed up for a year, but it can’t be avoided,” She replied.

“I’m sorry.” Stuka said, looking up. He took a moment to gaze at both Mason and Kailo.

“That’s unfortunate,” Mason sighed, “I’ve enjoyed my time here. It’s a shame it’s come to an end so quickly.” He struggled to hide his disappointment. He was promised fifteen months, he was barely in his seventh.

“I’m sorry.” Stuka repeated.

“Don’t be.” Mason replied, “If you’re homesick, there’s nothing to be done.”

“I appreciate your understanding, Mason.” Rebecca chimed in.

“When must Mason return?” Kailo inquired.

“Since your people do not like your borders crossed without escort, you’ll have to make the trek by foot as usual. I believe that takes five days to get from your city to the island port?”

“That’s right.” Kailo nodded.

“Is there no way around that?” Rebecca said.

“It’s only five days, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Kailo replied gruffly.

“Very well. You will need to leave tomorrow then, Mason.” Rebecca said, turning her attention to the young man. “We will meet you at the island in five days and complete the exchange.”

“I think it’s best if we don’t tell others why you are returning.” Kailo said, addressing Stuka.

“Yeah…” Stuka muttered.

Rebecca tapped the pedestal on her end, like Mason had done earlier. In a moment the room went dark and returned to normal.

“What to do first?” Mason smiled, looking up at Kailo, “Should I pack my things or tell the students?” His smile hid his disappointment well. His gut turned and twisted with sadness.

“Go back to your class, finish your lesson, and then tell them.” Kailo replied. He didn’t look back at Mason.

Most of the class was disappointed by the news. Despite Mason being two decades younger than the youngest Orc, he had earned their trust and respect over the last seven months. He – and they – had enjoyed learning about magic defense, hand-to-hand combat, and the differences between Vrogmian and Human societies. Most of all, they were impressed that Mason could hold his liquor – for a human.

With hesitation, Mason had agreed to one last night of food and drink as a send-off, and the dining hall was packed. Though not everyone was there for him, many from his class had shown up to drink, laugh and tell tall tales.

It was nearing midnight when Kailo made his way over to Mason. He had spent most of the night at the bar, simply watching. Standing at the end of the table, he looked at the Orc’s sitting around and chatting, and told them to leave. As the table cleared, he took a seat across from Mason and leaned back in the chair, with a mug full of beer in hand.

“I am sorry to see you go,” He said before taking a swig of ale. “You have been the least high strung human to be a part of the exchange program.” He felt stupid, embarrassed.

“That can’t possibly be true.” Mason snorted, “My first week here I punched a student in the throat.”

Kailo howled with laughter, remember the incident. “I never did ask why you punched him in the throat.” He said, his chest still bobbing up and down.

“Of course you do, I had to file a report, remember?” Mason said, confused.

“No, I mean… why the throat?” He took another swig from his mug, grinning.

“I was too short to reach his head.” Mason said matter-of-factly.

Kailo let out another bellow of laughter. Mason had never seen him so expressive, and was still confused by what was going on.

“But I was!” Mason cried.

Kailo was knelt over the table, drunk, laughing and spilling his drink. It took a few minutes for him to regain his composure and sit up straight.

“He wasn’t listening.” Mason said, crossing his arms. “Said I was a stupid human and he wasn’t going to take orders from me.”

“So you punched him.”

“I was asserting my authority.” Mason replied, a smile forming on his face. “He never argued with me again, and has attended all my classes.”

“You caused a few more commotions too, but you’ve still done better than any other human. You’ve tried to integrate into our way of life, it seems.”

Mason took a long gulp from his mug and sat in silence. He had never had the chance to talk to the other exchanges before he left Draden, so this was the first time he had heard about past experiences.

“Isn’t that the point?” Mason asked. “Integrate, learn, be a part of something different?”

“Yes, but not all humans saw it that way.”

“Well I did damnit!” Mason said, slamming his mug on the table with a bit more force than he had intended.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?” Kailo asked, eyeing Mason.

“I’ll miss you too.” Mason admitted.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I am very drunk. That’s why I said that. I won’t remember it tomorrow.”

“I never said I’d miss you.” Kailo said cocking an eyebrow. “I only said I was sorry to see you go. You had – have – and uncanny ability to adapt. You learned to fit in around here.”

“Uh-huh.” Mason nodded with certainty.

“You should head back to your quarters soon, you still have to pack.” Kailo chugged the last of his ale and set the mug down on the table, “we’ll be leaving early in the morning, and I will drag your ass out of bed if I have to.”

“I believe you.”

Kailo stood up and took a moment to catch his balance. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, least of all Mason, but after twelve mugs of ale and no food, he was pretty drunk too.

“I’m heading home now, good night.”

“Good night.” Mason answered, “I’ll head home in a few minutes.”

Kailo left the room and Mason sat for a long time watching the fireplace; the embers crackling and glowing. He thought about everything, but mostly about the last seven months. He thought about the time and effort it had taken to be accepted into the program, the fun he had, and the homesickness. There wasn’t a lot he missed about Draden, but he did miss his mother and his sister quite a bit.

It wasn’t easy for him to admit to himself, but the first six weeks in Vromog had been rough on him. He had thought about ending the program early and asking to go home, but convinced himself to push through it. To his surprise, it had paid off.

Morning came too quickly. Mason had to pull himself out of bed with effort. Drinking the night before had been a bad idea, and staying up so late to pack his things had been a worse idea. In the end, he had been able to get all his things together – not that he had brought much – and he was ready to go. With a good four hours of sleep under his belt, he was ready to get underway.

As if someone had read his mind, he heard a familiar rap at his door. Grudak. Shit. He had been so drunk and distracted last night he hadn’t stopped by Grudaks home to say goodbye.

Mason opened the heavy wooden door to see his friend standing there, thick brown eyebrows furrowed.

“I hear you are leaving today.” He said, clenching his jaw.

“You knew I was leaving today. I told you that yesterday.” Mason replied, trying to avoid the issue.

The low light of the corridor cast hard shadows across Grudaks sharp face. He was over a foot taller than Mason, but shorter and bulkier than Kailo. His bald head was tattooed with a tribal pattern that extended down his face and neck and worked its way across his muscular chest. The blackness of the ink mixed with the shadows made his body seemingly disappear, forcing Mason to look at his bright hazel eyes. He felt a pang in his stomach as he looked at the giant.

“I… yeah.” Mason dropped his gaze to the ground. “I got drunk last night, I forgot to stop by. I wandered home.”

“You should have tried harder to remember.” Grudak growled, balling his fists.

“I know,” Mason began.

“I’m not here to make you feel like shit, though. I’m here to tell you I will be going with you and Kailo to the port.”

Masons head jerked up to look Grudak over. “Why?” He asked.

“Because you are my friend, and I will see you off whether you like it or not.”

“It’s five days journey, Grudak.”

“I know.”

“You need to pack, then.”

“I’m ready to go. I came to get you.”

“Oh, well then, I don’t want to keep you waiting!” Mason remarked jokingly. He grabbed his bag that he had left by the door and followed Grudak down the hallway.

Getting out of the mountain city was a challenge in itself. Vromog had been built over six hundred years prior to the catastrophe. Though it wasn’t intended to be a haven for the Orc tribes, it would be the only city to see itself through the fires that engulfed the lowlands on the other side of the mountains. The entrance was a deep and massive cavern at the base of the atrium that exited to the side of the mountain, and ran down to the valley below. From the cavern entrance you could see the whole valley, where the Orc tribes grew crops. There was a large river that ran through the valley, providing fresh water to the town that sat in the middle of the fields. On the far side, where the mountains picked back up, rising from the earth, was the female Orc city of Vreema.

From the entrance, Mason and his two companions had to travel down to the lowlands, and head east through the fields. This would lead them out of the valley and towards the ocean where the port lay.

The first two days were the roughest, climbing up and down hill after hill, and making their way the dense forest that covered the foothills. If it had not been for the Orc-built stairs he had been forced to climb every day for the last seven months, he would have collapsed from exhaustion on the first day. As they approached the first campsite – just as the sun was beginning to set – all he had to complain about was being tired and the smell of sweat.

Mason took the job of unpacking the furs they would use to sleep under at night and set them up around the fire pit. Kailo was unpacking the food they would need for the night, as well as canteens of water and beer he had brought with him. Grudak had volunteered to collect the firewood, and walked off silently into the woods.

The campsite was located at the top of a hill that looked back at the mountains they had ventured from, and sloped down on the other side to the plains they would have to cross tomorrow. Aside from a few small bushes around the perimeter and a large, old tree off to the side of their campsite, the area was fairly open. When Kailo had finished unpacking what he needed, he hung the gear from the tree.

Before Grudak could come back from collecting firewood, Kailo took the time to speak with Mason.

“I know you humans think that Orc’s don’t have feelings,” Kailo said abruptly, “But we do, and you should have taken time to say farewell to Grudak the other night.”

Mason, who was sitting on his fur, looked at the ground and began to stroke the fur. His fingers running through the soft hairs as he thought about what Kailo had said.

“I got drunk, I forgot.” He took a deep breath and held it for a moment. He knew what he had said sounded stupid.

“You can’t undo that mistake,” Kailo continued.

“Then why bring it up?” Mason asked, still playing with the fur.

“You can make it up to him by thanking him for coming along. Its’ been two days and you’ve barely spoken to him.”

“Something else I forgot to do.” Mason huffed.

“I may have only known you for the last seven months, Mason, but its’ unlike you do be so,” He thought about it. “Inconsiderate? Is that the human word?”

“You can just say I’ve been a cunt. You’d be correct.”

“What’s wrong?” Kailo sat down and crossed his legs. “Are you ok?”

“No, I’m not ok. I’m being called back from this assignment. I was promised a full year, and I didn’t get it.” Mason lay down on the fur, his arm under his head and looked over at Kailo. “I’m pissed off. They didn’t have to recall me.”

“Can’t you just ask to do the exchange next year?” Kailo inquired.

“I can,” Mason stressed, “But I would have to be accepted again, and they would have to push another candidate back a year.”

“That doesn’t seem like such a huge deal.” Kailo shrugged.

“They – the people in charge of the program – would see it as unfair to others who wished to participate. It would be a special consideration; I doubt they’d approve it though.”

“They might make an exception. I could ask on your behalf if it would help.”

“Maybe.” Mason rubbed his eyes; he didn’t want to think about it anymore.

Grudak returned shortly after Kailo and Mason’s conversation and started a fire. The sun had mostly set behind them – the last rays of orange sweeping across the horizon and fading into a canopy of blue and black, dotted with the faint light of stars.

The food Kailo prepared was simple for this trip. Tonight and tomorrow they would have fish from the river, cooked without spices over the fire, carrots, turnip and potatoes fired in a pan and water or beer to drink. Mason chose water.

“Grudak,” Mason began as he picked away at his meal, “I am sorry for not saying goodbye to you properly.”

“I know you are.” Grudak replied acting like it was no big deal.

“I’m glad you came along.”

“I wanted to see my friend off is all.” He gave Mason a firm slap on the back.

“Thank you.” Mason smiled. “I’m hoping to come back next year.”

“That would be great.” Grudak beamed.

“If they agree, we can figure out who can drink the most beer, last time was a draw!” Mason joked.

“You’re a tiny human,” Grudak poked Mason’s arm, “You’ll be under the table after four drinks!”

“Oh really?” Mason feigned offence. “I remember we both ended up under the table last time without knowing who won.”

“Oh course you two forget it will be me dragging your drunk asses back home.” Kailo injected, shaking his head.

“You like weight training, think of it as a workout.” Mason joked.

“You could use a bit more training,” Grudak continued, “You’ve gotten soft around the edges since you became a handler.” He laughed.

“Watch it!” Kailo sneered, “I work out every day, I have not gone soft!”

Mason pointed his fork at Kailo, “Sounds like something a soft man would say, if you ask me.” He looked over at Grudak who nodded in agreement.

“You two are such asses.” Kailo grumbled as he picked away at the food on his plate.

“I have a great ass.” Mason grinned.

“As do I.” Grudak replied.

After finishing dinner, the dishes and utensils were cleaned and packed away. The rest of the supplies were hoisted into the tree with everything else, and the three men slipped under their furs and went to sleep.

There were only three more days until Mason would return to his former life. He would be back at the academy and returning to his teaching. He would get to see his family again, shop in the market and eat the familiar foods he grew up with, yet the only thing he looked forward to was seeing his mother and sister again.

Kailo, Grudak and Stuka would return to Vromog; return to their own lives. Mason wanted to believe he would see them again, but a nagging feeling in the back of his mind said this was it. He wouldn’t get a second chance at the exchange. He should make the most of the last few days with his friends.

The next three days were spent chatting and walking. Mason told stories about home, about being in Vromog, and practiced his Orcane; though both Kailo and Grudak begged him to stop bastardizing their mother-tongue.

The island of Amaryllis – named after the flowers that grew in abundance there – sat quietly off the coast in the afternoon sun. The day was warm and the ocean air was crisp at the port. A small wharf or rock and wood stretched out into the ocean, with two small boats on either side. The area had once been a town, though it had burned down long ago, and the area abandoned to nature. The only things that remained were the wharf and a few small rock foundations; the rest was overgrown with weeds, grass and vines.

“You’ll have to stay here.” Kailo said to Grudak.

“I know, I’ll keep an eye on things here, and make sure we’re ready for the trip back.” He replied before turning to Mason. “Safe travels, and see you next year.” He grinned.

“I certainly hope so. Its’ been good to get away from Draden, we live such a confined life there. Aside from Vrogma, we rarely have contact with the mainland.” He replied. “plus,” he added, “Orc’s have better alcohol.” He laughed.

Grudak knelt down and wrapped his massive arms around Mason. He picked him up and gave him a firm squeeze before setting him back down.

“You assume I’ll make it alive,” Mason wheezed, staggering to keep his balance.

“That was a weak hug, just for you.” Grudak laughed.

“Oh, well, thank you for taking my fragile body into consideration.” Mason smiled. It had hurt though.

“We need to head out.” Kailo interrupted. He was already in the boat.

“Okay.” Mason said. He gave Grudak on last look, slapped him on the arm and made his way to the boat.

The boat ride took almost an hour using the small sails to propel it across the water, but they made it to Amaryllis as the sun started to make its way to the horizon. When they arrived, Mason could make out two figures waiting for them up the hill from the port – one was obviously Stuka, though Mason couldn’t make out the other figure.

As they approached the two Mason could make out more details from the human, it wasn’t Rebecca like he had anticipated, but Delia, a councilwoman. She was standing tall in a violet gown, draped in her official sashes and wearing a lacy lilac scarf with decorative broaches pinned to one side. She was, in a word, stately.

“Councilwoman Delia, I wasn’t expecting you.” Mason said as he approached.

“This is an unusual situation, the council decided it was best that I personally handled it.” She replied.

It made no difference who met them here, Masons final reports about the exchange would pass through her, and he would like have had to give an exit interview as well. The council probably thought it was easier to cut out the middleman.

“Stuka, how are you feeling?” Kailo asked. It came out harsher than it should have.

Stuka stood there, head lowered, fiddling with a metal bracelet on his arm. Mason could feel the shame emanating from the man.

“I just want to go home.” Stuka said. His voice was stark and low.

There was something in the air, Mason could feel it. He figured it was the tension between Kailo and Stuka; this would reflect badly on the Orc and his clan if they found out he was homesick. But at the back of his mind, there was something more, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Is there nothing more you can tell me?” Kailo asked Delia, jolting Mason back to reality.

“I’m afraid not,” she sighed, “we have done our best to make him comfortable in Draden, but sometimes these things simply don’t work out.”

“That’s too bad,” Kailo replied, “I’m sure our council will have many questions.”

Mason felt strange, like the hairs on his neck began to stand on end; a strange swath of energy faintly registering with him. He looked at Delia and Kailo who were still talking, though noticed Delia’s attention was divided; did she sense it too? He looked at Stuka who was still playing with the bracelet on his arm, trying to avoid the conversation. Is it my imagination? Mason thought. Does Delia sense this? What is going on?

As if Mother Nature herself had taken notice of his question, orange arcs of lightning shot from smaller nearby islands and came at the group. Stuka’s reflexes were as quick as Mason’s and he grabbed Delia by the arm and pulled her behind him. At the same time, Mason quickly called a shield spell to protect them from the blasts, but it was too late. The lightning blew through shield like a knife through butter and landed striking blows. The four of them were caught in the chain reaction as the energy danced from one person to the next. The shock from the bolts ripped through their bodies like fire; a pain so strong is quickly left their bodies heaps of pulsing flesh.

Mason could see from the corner of his eyes the stilted breathing of the others, each of them gasping to stay alive – and awake. The power that had struck them had been too much though, and within moments, each of them faded into unconsciousness.

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