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charlottesuzee · 1 year

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Your Song (One Piece x Black!GN!Reader)

Blackleg Sanji

- My Cherie Amour by Stevie Wonder

- It describes how he felt when he first met you, immediately swooning over you and begging to be noticed by you. He wanted to touch you, hug you, kiss you, love you. And he wanted you to do the same to him, so, there, he began planning ways to pursue you because he had to have you. He had fallen head over heels in love for you.

- "My Cherie amour, lovely as a summer day

My Cherie amour, distant as the milky way

My Cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore."

Trafalgar Law

- Grace by Jeff Buckley

- It describes how he doesn't fear death or any other hardships because he knows that you love him and he loves you and that love fuels him to keep going. Even if he dropped dead suddenly, he wouldn't be afraid, he'd die happy, knowing that he had someone in his life who loved him and cherished their moments together. He doesn't feel bad about his own mortality, since he has your love.

- "And I feel them drown my name

So easy to know and forget with this kiss

I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow."

Charlotte Katakuri

- Never Was A Love Like Mine by Gale Garnett and Maury Laws

- He's never loved anyone as much as he loved you. You accepted him, loved him despite his scars, something his own family failed to do. He knows its wrong, but he puts you on such a higher pedestal than he does his family, because you love him, despite his 'flaws'. You don't care about his scarred mouth, you don't care that he likes to lay down from time to time, you don't care that he likes to gorge himself on donuts. He can put down the wall of perfection he built for himself and be his true self around you. Which is why he loves you more than anything and clings to you, hoping that you'll always stay true to him.

- "Tell me a thousand times each day

You've never been loved this way

Swear to me you'll never roam dear

Promise me you'll stay at home dear."

Eustass Kid

- Burn by The Cure

- Kid's heart burns for you. He feels antsy and irritated when you're not near him, making the fire in his heart burn stronger. He yearns for you, screams for you, craves for you, burns for you, because his love for you is that strong. When he's with you, his heart is engulfed in flame, with a fire that burns only for you, a flame that will never be put out.

- "Every night I burn

Every night I scream your name

Every night I burn

Every night the dreams the same."

Roronoa Zoro

- No One Knows by Queens of The Stone Age

- When Zoro realized that he was in love with you, it hit him like a truck. Sure, you two were already dating by then, but he was just going off of vibes, he didn't know if what he felt was really love. Until he found himself feeling other things. He felt jealousy whenever Sanji swooned over you, he felt pride whenever you kissed him after winning a fight, he felt peace whenever he woke up to your face. When he realized his emotions started switching up whenever you were around, It freaked him the hell out at first, because no one should have this much power over him and he didn't know what you were doing to him. Until it hit him right on his stupid mossy head. He was in love with you.

- "Oh what you do to me

No one knows

And I realize you're mine

Indeed a fool am I

And I realize you're mine

Indeed a fool am I."

Monkey D Luffy

- Many Different Worlds by Von Smith

- Luffy loves to cheer you on and see you surpass your limits the more you're on this journey with him and the same goes for when you cheer him on and you're there to see him surpass his limits and get stronger. He lives on your love and support, and with it, he feels as if nothing can truly stop him, not in this world or the next. You've truly changed each other for the better and you wouldn't know how to continue on without each other. Even if you could, would you really want to ?

- "Don't give up my love

It's you I'm thinking of

So please don't turn away and leave me all alone

You've changed my life it's true

You've helped to see me through

I don't know what I'd do

Now that I've been thrown

Into many different worlds."

Killer

- Lovesong by The Cure

- Killer turns into a different person when he's alone with you. He feels comfortable with you seeing his true self, his self without the mask. He feels like he can be his real self with you, now that there's no insecurity or fear of judgement holding him back. You make him feel like he's at home, like he's safe, and that's what he truly loves about you.

"Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am free again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am clean again

However far away

I will always love you

However long I stay

I will always love you

Whatever words I say

I will always love you

I will always love you."

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greengirlfight · 10 months

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💚GREEN GIRL BRACKET!💚

Here's the official bracket for the Green Girl Fight! The first round of polls will be posted in 4 parts, and each part will last a week. Round 1 polls will be tagged as #round 1, and I should have the first part up by June 26th! So start getting your propaganda ready!

Full list of names under the cut!

Elphaba/Wicked Witch of the West (Wicked/Wizard of Oz) VS Mossie (Cattails)

Takane Yamashiro (Touhou) VS Nepeta Leijon (Homestuck)

Tree Hugger (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) VS Rottytops (Shantae)

Collei (Genshin Impact) VS Emira Blight (The Owl House)

Ibara Shiozaki (My Hero Academia) VS Demeter (Lore Olympus)

Lime Cookie (Cookie Run) VS Usura (Princess Tutu)

Nott the Brave (Critical Role) VS FF/Foo Fighters (Jojo's Bizzare Adventure)

Vera Oberlin (Monster Prom) VS Saria (Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time)

Leaf Fairy Aoba (Guardian Tales) VS Kyoshi (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Jade Harley (Homestuck) VS Freya Fatima (Coffee Talk)

Wakasagihime (Touhou) VS Nevanthi (AFK Arena)

Frankie Stein (Monster High) VS Sam (Totally Spies)

Cure Oasis (Tropical Rogue Precure) VS Fauna (Sleeping Beauty)

Green M&M (M&M's Candy) VS Tiki (Fire Emblem)

The Dolorosa (Homestuck) VS Polaris (X-Men)

Mew Lettuce (Tokyo Mew Mew) VS Jessica Cruz (Green Lantern)

Doc Ock (Spiderverse) VS Sandy (TokiDoki: Cactus Friends)

Aisha (Winx Club) VS Fire (DC Comics)

Cure March (Smile Precure) VS Illusen (Neopets)

Lottie Person/Snotgirl (Snotgirl) VS Mashiro Kuna (Bleach)

Rhea (Fire Emblem) VS Ermes (Jojo's Bizzare Adventure)

Number 3/Kuki Sanban (Codename: Kids Next Door) VS Tisiphone (Hades)

Nasmira Satrinava (The Arcana Mystic Romance) VS Mei (Lego Monkie Kid)

Porrim Maryam (Homestuck) VS Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

Sailor Pluto (Sailor Moon) VS Pidge Holt (Voltron Legendary Defender)

Divine Beast of Harvest Mayreel (Guardian Tales) VS Disgust (Inside Out)

Vendetta (Making Friends) VS Scarah Screams (Monster High)

Terrible Tornado (One Punch Man) VS Gwen Mortia (Sleepless Domain)

INFP (MBTI) VS Hera Syndulla (Star Wars Rebels)

Buttercup (Powerpuff Girls) VS Cure Mint (Yes! Precure 5)

Peridot (Steven Universe) VS L'Archel (Fire Emblem)

Granny Smith (My Little Pony) VS Willow Park (The Owl House)

Nowi (Fire Emblem Awakening) VS Tsuyu Asui (My Hero Academia)

Peridot (Cucumber Quest) VS Cheadle Yorkshire (Hunter x Hunter)

Kirika Akatsuki (Symphogear) VS Tinkerbell (Disney Fairies)

Cure Felice (Mahoutsukai Precure) VS Minty (My Little Pony G3)

Amphitrite (Lore Olympus) VS Artemis (Hades)

Gamora (Marvel) VS Shiho Hinomori (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty) VS Fearne Callaway (Critical Role)

Candice Catnipp (Bleach) VS Fink (OK KO!)

Miss Edel (Princess Tutu) VS Test Tube (Inanimate Insanity)

Honey Swamp (Monster High) VS Heather Duke (Heathers)

Harpy Gee (Harpy Gee) VS Sanae Kochiya (Touhou)

Jolyne Cujoh (Jojo's Bizzare Adventure) VS Lyn (Fire Emblem)

Sailor Neptune (Sailor Moon) VS Fiona (Shrek)

Marie (Splatoon) VS CC (Code Geass)

Flayn (Fire Emblem) VS Penny Polendina (RWBY)

Setsuna Tokage (My Hero Academia) VS Anode (Transformers IDW)

Sailor Jupiter (Sailor Moon) VS Chie Satonaka (Persona 4)

Rosie Cotton (Lord of the Rings) VS Gumi (Vocaloid)

Eternity Larva (Touhou) VS Mallow (Pokémon)

Gavial (Arknights) VS Nene Kusanagi (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage)

Marcy Wu (Amphibia) VS Marina (Splatoon)

Kaede Kayano (Assassination Classroom) VS Inko Midoriya (My Hero Academia)

Byleth (Fire Emblem Three Houses) VS Toph Beifong (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Te Fiti (Moana) VS Rina Touin (Mermaid Melody Pitchi Pitchi Pitch)

Venus McFlytrap (Monster High) VS Palmon (Digimon Adventure)

Tekno the Canary (Sonic) VS Ceres Fauna (HoloLive)

Cure Milky (Star Twinkle Precure) VS Shego (Kim Possible)

Clara Valac (Welcome to Demon School Iruma-Kun!) VS Dusa (Hades)

Futaba Sakura (Persona 5) VS Poison Ivy (DC Comics)

Kanaya Maryam (Homestuck) VS Rika (Pokémon Scarlet & Violet)

Surge the Tenrec (Sonic) VS She-Hulk (Marvel)

Sothis (Fire Emblem Three Houses) VS Rue (Sleepless Domain)

#green girl fight #brackets

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alastairstom · 2 months

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Hawaii was an interesting place to visit, but in James's opinion, it was well worth it.

Britain did not have swaying palms, or coconuts or pomelos growing on the branches of tall trees. It did not have white-sand beaches like those of Waikiki, and there were no spacious roads anywhere in Europe that could compete with the vastness of both the ocean and the roads lining the Ala Wai canal.

The wildlife of England also could not compete with that of England, he mused.

"Did you see the lizard? James!" Cordelia's voice was bright as she pulled on his arm. He looked down at her smiling face - she was full of life, and so bright, and James thanked his lucky stars for the millionth time in the four years that he had the privilege of calling her his wife.

"I did not see it," he said. "But I'm sure that it was lovely. What did it look like?"

"It was small, and a sort of yellow-green that also oddly bordered on brown. Hold on," she said, putting her hands on the brick wall that the lizard had apparently crawled behind. "Let me see if I can find him." She plopped to the ground, her golden skirts green with grass-stains, and began to examine the mossy stone that made up the half-wall. James grinned down at her, gave her what his father called a Quiet Look, and she met his eyes with a blazing conviction. "Do look on the other side of the wall for it," she instructed in a voice that brooked no contradiction. "I do not see why I ought to be left to this task by myself, James, especially when it is for your benefit."

James chuckled. "You're quite bossy, Daisy," he said in a low voice, but he began to look between the bricks and beneath their overgrowth as well. Cordelia hummed, whether in agreement or amusement, and James poked at the wall. "It's not on my side," he informed her.

Cordelia sighed. "Perhaps he got away. I suppose I cannot grudge him his freedom. I wouldn't much like it if some odd, enormous couple began to poke around for me, either."

"I suppose that is fair. And who knows? Maybe we will see another-"

He was cut off by a little shriek from Cordelia, who looked down at her hand. The lizard was on it, now, its four-fingered toes touching Cordelia's pinky gently.

ART BY @hanelizabeth

"I thought you were looking for him," James said. "And there he is." He clicked his tongue. "The great bearer of Wayland the Smith's Cortana, savior of London and humanity, squealing at a lizard that she was trying actively to exhume?"

Cordelia shot him a glare, but did not respond. Instead, she turned to the lizard. "Of course I am not afraid of you, moosh," she said in a sweet voice. "Of course you are a handsome and wonderful little lizard. The best lizard."

The lizard, seeming to understand that she liked him, crawled up her arm. It rested on her shoulder and met James's eye, and he moved away slightly.

And bloody hell, Cordelia noticed.

Her mouth fell open. "Joon, are you scared of Freddie?"

"Freddie?"

"Yes, I have named it. A nice, gender-neutral name, as we do not know whether they are man, woman, or other."

"Lizards are sexually dimorphous," James said. "So probably both."

"Just as well," Cordelia said. "You are misdirecting the conversation, James. Please do tell me whether you are scared of this adorable, tiny little lizard."

"Trepidation hardly counts as fear," James argued.

"So he is afraid of you, Freddie," Cordelia said in mock horror, addressing the lizard. "He wishes to run for the hills after gazing upon your fierce countenance, no matter that the hills are quite active volcanoes."

"I never said I wished to run for the hills," James said.

"But he does," Cordelia whispered to Freddie, who placed a sticky hand on her neck. She giggled. "James, he is mine now, and I am keeping him. That had best be alright with you."

"I personally would not mind, though British import restrictions might," he said. "I would get used to him, I think, as he is in no way disgusting or mildly horrific."

"No. She is beautiful," Cordelia said, and Freddie placed her other hand onto Cordelia's neck, too. "I'll sneak her into England in the bosom of my gown."

"I'm sure she will love that and not at all wish that she could come back here, to the wonderful weather to which she has acclimated, and play with all her lizard friends."

Cordelia sighed. "I suppose that is true. Freddie and I were always destined to part, were we not?"

"As much as it pains me to say it," James said, "yes."

And after a few moments of playing, when Freddie skittered off into the great unknown, James was proud of the fact that he did not even jump.

#herondaisy #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #jordelia #hanelizabeth art

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bebemoon · 1 year

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pfw a/w23 schedule~

o1 mar. courrèges, litkovaska, roisin pearce, nehera, the row, undercover, dries van noten, meryll rogge, cecilie bahnsen, minuit, paco rabanne, acne studios, balmain

o2 mar. alexis mabille, shang xia, veronique leroy, off-white, gauchere, chloé, givenchy, uma wang, ruohan, rick owens, schiaparelli, isabel marant

o3 mar. alexandre vauthier, didu, loewe, lutz, issey miyake, jitrois, giambattista valli, andrew gn, nina ricci, victoria beckham, yohji yamamoto, coperni

o4 mar. noir kei ninomiya, junya watanabe, ester manas, situationist, vivienne westwood, hermès, chen peng, rochas, elie saab, comme des garçons, enfants riches déprimés, alexander mcqueen, ann demeulemeester

o5 mar. dice kayek, lanvin, margaret howell, balenciaga, ottolinger, akris, beautiful people, palm angels, atlein, florentina leitner, pierre cardin, valentino

o6 mar. paul smith, stella mccartney, paula canovas del vas, ungaro, az factory, zimmermann, shiatzy chen, louis vuitton, sacai, calvin luo, rokh, germanier, gmbh, dundas

o7 mar. mossi, chanel, ujoh, a.w.a.k.e. mode, miu miu, y/project, avellano, xuly.bët

#fashion week #paris #pfw #runway schedules #aw23 #valentino on my birthday;~;#queue

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phantoids · 8 months

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top 5 Minecraft blocks?

ooooo.

mangrove wood

smithing tables

any trapdoor ever

tinted glass

mossy cobblestone

#ask game

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veliseraptor · 2 years

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Top five poems

could've sworn I'd answered this one before but I can't find it in my like 20 page backlog of top five meme asks...so guess I'm doing it again! or if you just specifically want me losing my mind about Mary Oliver, here you go

(limited myself to one Mary Oliver here. I had to make a hard decision. and I still ended up doing a top 10 instead of a top 5, so sue me)

1. “Rainy Night” by Dorothy Parker (I am sister to the rain;/Fey and sudden and unholy,/Petulant at the windowpane,/Quickly lost, remembered slowly.)

2. “Black Oaks” by Mary Oliver (Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from/one boot to another — why don’t you get going?/For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees./And to tell the truth I don’t want to let go of the wrists/of idleness, I don’t want to sell my life for money,/I don’t even want to come in out of the rain.)

3. “Least of All” by Natalie Wee (I kneel into a dream where I/am good & loved. I am/good. I am loved. My hands have made/some good mistakes. They can always/make better ones.)

4. “Good Bones” by Maggie Smith (Life is short and the world/is at least half terrible, and for every kind/stranger, there is one who would break you,/though I keep this from my children. I am trying/to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,/walking you through a real shithole, chirps on/about good bones: This place could be beautiful,/right? You could make this place beautiful.)

5. “The Second Coming” by William Butler Yeats (Turning and turning in the widening gyre/The falcon cannot hear the falconer;/Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;/Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,/The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere/The ceremony of innocence is drowned;/The best lack all conviction, while the worst/Are full of passionate intensity.)

6. “Dirge Without Music” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground./So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:/Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned/With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.)

7. “Ars Lunga” by Ursula K. LeGuin (I don’t want a new heaven and new earth,/only the old ones./Old sky, old dirt, new grass./Nor life beyond the grave,/God help me, or I’ll help myself/by living all these lives/nine at once or ninety/so that death finds me at all times/and on all sides exposed,/unfortressed, undefended,/inviolable, vulnerable, alive.)

8. “Little Beast” by Richard Siken (Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—/swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood/on the first four knuckles./We pull our boots on with both hands/but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do/is stand on the curb and say Sorry/about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine./I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.)

9. “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot (Between the idea/And the reality/Between the motion/And the act/Falls the Shadow)

10. “As I Walked Out One Evening” by W.H. Auden ('O stand, stand at the window/As the tears scald and start;/You shall love your crooked neighbour/With your crooked heart.')

#conversating #anonymous #top five meme #been a while anon sorry #mood's all over on this one i know #also play spot the fanfic title with this list it'll be fun #poetry

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gaykarstaagforever · 7 months

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YouTube Music (yes, still, shut up), does curated "themed" playlists, for holidays and seasons and, sigh, "vibes," and such. And I made the mistake of trying to listen to one.

I should have taken it as a clear warning that it's called "A Pumpkin Spice State of Mind". Because regardless of your personal lingering embarrassing 2010s-era feelings on that clove-rich flavor complex, I know exactly how YouTube's drones are using those words. This is music what their computers have tol' them that 33 year old white women from Maryland who can pull off leggings like. Like, like a whole buttload.

Which isn't a bad thing. It's just a plainly pandering thing, to a specific audience. That offers a "vibe" that has as much to do with any supposed autumnal aesthetic as rainbow packaging on Mac 'n' Cheese has to do with Pride Month.

Obviously, they expect anyone who is intrigued by a "Pumpkin Spice" music playlist in the first place to be of a certain type. And as I am a gay with expansive musical tastes, there was a good 40% chance this would work for me. But it does not.

...I don't even know who most of these artists are. This is mostly all distinctly "hiker pop," a brilliant term I devised to describe a certain type of vague, airy folk pop that is only not acoustic singer-songwriter music because it isn't that good. This is literally the music white people who upload videos about hiking put in those videos, because trees = guitar, I guess? It is what you get when rich kids who went to art college record music that is very intentionally them pretending they are untrained world-weary bards with stories to tell. I.e., lots of head-singing and mumbling. Like if Mumford & Sons did a bunch of tramadol.

...Like if Mumford & Sons did a bunch MORE tramadol.

I realize "fall-feeling" is subjective, and, apparently, highly gendered. At least amongst members of the white race. But that said...I don't know what we're doing, here. This is like youth pastor ukulele music, minus the Blonde Jesus invisibly massaging his back. It starts off with an Aly & AJ track that is good, that I like. But then it's Happie? Meg Smith? Hollow Coves? Overcoats? Is this a playlist or is this MAD LIBS, amirite?

I literally do not know what any of this is. And I know why. Because this fizzy whatever is as mid as mid can get.

At some point Taylor Swift shows up, because this is a playlist for middle class white women so that was inevitable. Fortunately it is "invisible string," one of the good Taylor Swift songs. But then "Never Be Alone" by Shawn Mendes immediately shows up to remind me why I don't need to be here.

Look. I don't hate any of these people, or any of this music. They are all doing their thing, and everyone is entitled to do that, and people can like it. But this is the most dentists' office, Walmart recruitment video, megachurch foyer, Disney Adults playlist I have ever seen. And I simply can't get over how desperate it all is to pretend it is anything more than that. And, again, WHAT DOES ANY OF THIS HAVE TO DO WITH CHANGING LEAF COLORS, OR A NOTABLE CHILL IN THE AIR?

This is all intensely personal. But when I think of Fall, I think this:

youtube

Anxious German bagpipe music, played in dank mossy groves, by people wearing horrifying costumes of burlap and hay, thanking the Wheat Goddess for a bountiful harvest by burning a bushel of apples, and maybe the militant virgin Evangelical the Government sent to infiltrate their cult.

You know. Autumn shit.

...That's probably just me. I look awful in leggings.

#autumn #fall #pagan #youtube music #observation #personal #rant #taylor swift #white people #halloween #spoopy #music #Youtube

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katurdayss · 1 year

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Shower thought popped into my head while not actually in the shower. In ROP Elrond and Celebrimbor just walk up to the doors of Khazad-dum like its just an afternoon stroll in the park. No food, no pack, nothing.

Like I know Eregion and Khazad-dum are relatively close together but they aren't THAT close are they? You telling me Celebrimbor, one of the great elven smiths, of Feanor's line, didn't bother to take a little afternoon jaunt to mossy around and try to check out the cool shit the dwarves were doing? Bullshit.

I could see him not going if it was a half a day's ride, what with the elf/dwarf relationship what it is, but short enough that you don't need a horse or water? Like you just walked down the block to visit your friend for a wine and star watching night? Nuh uh. Don't believe it.

#amazon lotr #lotr rings of power #elrond #celebrimbor #khazad dum #eregion

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carmasi · 11 months

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Mercenary for hired chapter 15 - realization - part 2

The scent hugged her gently, warm her up and kept her from getting up the bed, this scent that reminded her so much of her safe place, of him. She curled up in the bed hoping to take in as much as she could hoping to keep the remnants of him next to her, but the Sun had other plans. Her eyes fluttered when the sunlight hit the peak of her room and she sat on her bed. Hair completely unruly, curls popping out of everywhere in her blonde head oh hair, eyes partly open and her sleeping shirt falling off one side of her shoulder. “Killian..”

She mumbled realizing what that scent reminded her off, she held the sheet on her hand and brought it up to her face inhaling deeply as she tried to understand where that scent had come from, but there was nothing, she could not find a single trace of that spearmint and moss field scent that kept her up at night the one her Incubu had said was entangle with hers. She looked around the room, it wasn’ her home. She blinked a couple times to try and remember what had happened the day before.

“It’s my parent's house” finally coming out of her sleep trance she placed her feet on the wooden floor, it was cold, it always was in her rooms, regardless of where she stayed. Kyrius tried to smooth out her hair with her hand before the shadows of her familiar came out of the corner.

“Master” he called and Kyrius looked up at the tall figure of her familiar, long blonde straight locks of hair falling down his back, a bare chest and crimson eyes to match her mothers. She smiled “ are you in a better mood today my dear friend?” he reached for her and tangled his finger with the lock that fell in front of her ears, gently proceeding to braid the side of her hair.

“It’s my job to protect you, I owe no apologies to anyone, as to what methods I used to do so” he finished braiding the side of her hair into a crown that went across her head and a poring pin appear on his hand which he used to clasped the rest of her braid to each side of her hair.

“I know” she whispered and as she stood up he was gone, disappeared the same way he’d came in, through the shadows. She grabbed her clothes that were waiting for her at the side of her door and freshened up before going downstairs. She found that the house was empty, neither Allen or Lily were in, and neither was the pupil her father kept. She sighed in relief, if her parents weren't there, it wouldn't be a good idea to stay alone with the man who’d caused her such distress, not once, but twice now. She walked to the kitchen she knew her mother to make her favorite scones in the mornings, when she stayed over, and she’d be damn if she left without one.

Though as she approached the kitchen her steps came to a halt, stopping as she went past the back door, but it wasn’t the back door she saw, instead the stand in which her father kept his swords. There was his and Saya’s Claymore’s. Her father only used the sword to train as he was partial to spears and polearms, and her sister was more of a broadsword lady then a simple two handed blade. But there was a third. Not a claymore, she didn’t recognize the sword, given she wasn’t a smith or a knight to know about them, but living with two, she’d seen her fair share of blades. This one through. At first glance it looked like a claymore, but the hilt was black and it was embellished with golden accents. She had a feeling she had seen this sword before. And then there it was, again, that feeling of security and warmth and comfort. The scent of spearmint and mossy field surrounded her as if it lingered around her, as if it was part of her.

“Why?... stop playing with me” she whispered to herself as she hugged herself in the middle of the kitchen her eyes closed as she felt his arms instead around her. She had to stop. Had to stop burying herself in these memories, in this feeling, in this ghost, she had decided to let go, but couldn’t.

#Killian Wrightstone #Kyrius Keeper #Killius #Killian x Kyrius #ragnarok online #oc #oc stuff #carmasi

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killtheprophet-blog · 1 year

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IV: THE CAREGIVER

On days when the sun is shining on the bronze-and-copper roof tiles of the Fairhall palace, bathing the city below in swathes of brazen light, it is easy to feel that the world is a bright place full of possibility. It is also easy to forget your responsibilities and worries, which happens to be exactly what Rhys Blackwood is trying to do.

Being head of palace security and advisor to the king is a high honor, there is no doubt about that. Knowing that the kingdom’s highest sovereign (besides the gods, of course) has that profound trust in you is a feeling like no other, and Rhys counts himself luckier than he ever should have been for it. But it is also tiring. The amount of work he puts on himself often feels like the weight of the world is on his shoulders alone, and his back aches from the effort of holding it up. Not always, but more often than not. Today is one of the better days, but he can feel the pillars of his resolve beginning to shake and crack. Which is why he finds himself in the city streets, allowing himself a moment to take in the bustling life of the people he fights for every day.

It is late morning, and the markets and businesses are in full swing; storefronts sparkling, taverns and eating establishments full to bursting with chatter and laughter. Brothel windows open to show smiling people of all genders awaiting the day’s clients. The ringing sound of a smith’s hammering on an anvil echoes through the air from somewhere down the street, accompanied by the cheers of children gathered around a performer somewhere else nearby. It is loud, and it is chaotic, but it brings Rhys a visceral sense of peace that he can’t quite describe or find anywhere else.

The morning’s meeting at the palace hadn’t actually been that bad, the priest had been kind and warm, with an excellent sense of humor, and the discussion had been interesting enough. Mathi had vanished halfway through, which wasn’t unexpected, but it still leaves Rhys a little concerned. The boy has been acting more anxious than usual in recent days, and it is rubbing off on his father. Reyne has spent decades carefully monitoring and managing his own mentality, given the impression from a young age that he must keep his fears and weaknesses locked away from the public, but Rhys has spent just as many decades getting to know every facet of his love, and he can recognize the mask.

A warm scent overflowing with spice and sweetness accosts his senses, and Rhys scans the street around him for the source. When he spots the ramshackle wooden stand hidden in the shadow of a brothel awning, he can’t help but snort in amusement. He should have known. Tossing his navy-blue cloak over his shoulder to keep it from tangling his legs as it blows in the brisk wind, he enters the line of people waiting in front of the stand. It is entering the falling season, and the weather has decided to play its little game of unpredictability where it is blazing hot one day and cold as the frostbitten wasteland of hell the next. Today it is a more moderate temperature, but there is a fierce wind with a playful nature capering through the streets.

Once the line has finally reached him, Rhys steps up to the stand with a winning smile. “Hello, Kaye. What a lovely illegal operation you have here.”

The young woman behind the counter has the decency to look a little ashamed, although Rhys is fully aware that the emotion is false.

“Should have known you’d be here sooner or later,” she says, leaning her forearms on the splintered wood of the stand. Her tight coils of cinnamon hair frame her round face in a wide halo, and her dark skin is freckled across the nose. She is dressed in a simple leather shirt, sleeveless, and a weapons belt slung over one shoulder. One mossy green eye peers out at Rhys, the other hidden behind a velvety eyepatch.

Rhys nods at the patch. “That’s new.”

Kaye reaches up to brush her fingers over the cloth scrap. “I thought it would add character.”

Leaning forward to match her pose, forearms on the stand counter, Rhys lowers his voice. “Last time I saw you, you were headed down the Warrior’s Road. But now you’re back here. In Fairhall. Running an illegal drink stand.”

Kaye grins. “Funny how life works out, isn’t it?”

“What happened, Kaye?” Rhys shifts his tone to serious, fixing her with his soldier’s glare. She busies herself with cleaning a spotless glass, not meeting his eyes.

“Why does it have to be that something happened? What if it just wasn’t for me?”

Rhys isn’t fooled. “Your lifelong dream since you were three years old wasn’t for you?”

Kaye scowls. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Kaye…”

She gives up on avoiding him and slams her hands down on the counter, her single eye glinting dangerously. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Rhys sighs, backing off and straightening up. “Alright. When you do…”

Kaye’s smile is barely a twitch at the corner of her mouth, but Rhys can read it easily. “I know where to find you.”

Rhys returns that tiny smile, rapping his knuckles on the wood of the counter in a silent acknowledgement that he hears her and cares about her.

Kaye stiffens, but nods. Rhys meets her eye one final time before he turns and sweeps away into the streets.

His concern over Kaye mars the brightness of the lovely day in the city, so Rhys decides to cut his break short and head back to the palace. He wants to speak to Reyne about it, anyway. And check on Mathias.

Unfortunately, his plans and mood both go sour in a matter of seconds when he sees who is lurking just outside the throne room. What is he doing here?

Cain Jasey is a small, unassuming man of late middle age with weathered, calloused skin and a spiking mess of greying hair that extends down past his ears into a short, scruffy excuse for a beard. His eyes are two different colors and sizes, one the color of solid amber larger and wider than the squinting violet of the other. He prefers to dress in a somewhat overly large embroidered vest in the warm sunset tones of the healer’s guild, the lack of undershirt underneath showing off the sprawling tattoo that covers his torso and curls down his arms. The design is reminiscent of the massive tree that adorns all healers in one form of another, but it differs from the traditional in that it is made of bones, with tongues as leaves and eyes instead of knots. It is a grotesque beauty, and an accurate representation of the soul that resides within the vessel it graces.

Jasey sweeps into an exaggerated bow when he spots Rhys. “My Lord Blackwood.”

“Jasey.” Rhys’ tone is cool, and he finds himself shifting into the defensive, stiff stance of the royal head of security.

“I was wondering when I’d see you.”

Rhys scowls. “I was on a walk. Is there something you need from me?”

Jasey shrugs, lopsided mouth making it impossible to tell whether he is smiling or frowning. “I could ask you the same thing.”

The scowl becomes a snarl. “There is nothing I need from you.”

“If you say so,” Jasey takes a step forward, wiggling his fingers in a placating gesture before fixing Rhys’ cloak at the clasp. “But just between us, these shoulders of yours have seen better days. If you’re not careful with the weight you carry, they could crack at any second. And what a shame that would be.”

Rhys shrugs him off. “If you’ll excuse me,” he hisses, pushing his way past and throwing open the throne room doors. He shudders as he enters, shaking away the trickling ice that Jasey always sends sliding down his spine. Unfortunately, there are only further uncomfortable conversations to come.

Wherever Cain Jasey is, it is likely that Bastien Rue will not be far. The Misfit King, as he is more commonly known, Bastien ‘rules’ over a sizable commune dwelling in the ruins of a fortress by the River Ends, naming themselves a fifth kingdom of Exhal. They declare themselves a place for those outside of the gods, outside of the associations and traditions they were born into. They do not claim affiliation with the past, present, or future, only the world itself and the people within it. The status of this ‘court’ is a bit of tricky business, as they do not in any way live outside the law, but they are so far removed from the order of things that there is no place for them within it. The decision on how to handle this would already be hard enough, but with the addition of a relentless Bastien Rue, it has become next to impossible.

“We will not be tossed into the shadows,” the Misfit King is declaring as Rhys enters the throne room. They are very obviously risen onto his tiptoes to appear of a larger stature, and that fact paired with his garish, layered jester’s apparel gives the impression of a brightly colored pufffish. “We will not be pushed behind a curtain waiting for the lights to go up.”

Perched uncomfortably on the king’s throne, jaw locked tight in frustration, Reyne looks as though he is two seconds from barking at Bastien. “That is not what I suggested,” he grits out calmly. “If you would only allow me to-”

Bastien opens his mouth in preparation to interrupt, but Rhys gets there before they can.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demands, striding down the carpeted platform toward the thrones. “We told you we would consider your plea, Rue, only a week ago. And yet here you are making it again.”

“Lord Blackwood,” Reyne sighs in relief as his advisor reaches him. The royal thrones are elevated, meaning that Rhys, while of considerable height, only stands at about the king’s arm, but Rhys still reaches up to give Reyne’s arm a quick squeeze.

“Thank the fucking gods,” Lilah breathes on the other side of the king, granting Rhys a tight smile that reads as more of a grimace. “I was beginning to think I would have to slap them to get him to shut their mouth.”

As if on cue, Bastien Rue’s imperious voice pipes up again: “Excuse me, Your Graces.”

Lilah closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, then snaps them open again. “You’ve made your case,” she says, in the fierce and unquestionably commanding voice of the queen. “We are debating your demands. What more do you ask from us?”

“With all due respect, Your Grace, I am not asking,” the Misfit King replies. “I see no other way forward than for the Fool’s Court to be recognized as an official institution in Exhal. I simply do not understand how you cannot see that as well.”

“All we need is time,” Reyne pleads, tightening his grip on the arm of his throne. “Something we never seem to have enough of. You may not be asking us, but we are asking you. Give us time. A week. We’ll have an answer for you then.”

“Which is more than fair,” Rhys adds. “That is less time than we typically give on matters such as this.”

“And I would advise not to rush us,” Lilah chimes in, voice slipping into low, dangerous territory. “Or you may find our decision is not to your liking.”

Bastien looks as though they want to say more, but decide against it, instead giving the sovereigns a curt nod. “I will return in a week, then.”

Reyne returns the nod. “You are dismissed.”

The instant the throne room door echoes closed behind the Misfit King, Reyne deflates, falling back into his seat and scrubbing his hands over his face. Rhys places his hand over the king’s, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles. “You should have summoned me back as soon as they arrived.”

Lilah scoffs. “You were taking a break you more than earned.”

Rhys scowls at her, affectionately. “My place is here when I am needed. Whenever I am needed.”

“You know, I could order you to rest,” Reyne says, giving him a tired smirk. “One of the many benefits of being the king.”

Rhys bends his head to kiss the back of Reyne’s hand. “Don’t you dare.”

Naturally, it is during this brief moment of rest and loving banter that one of the guards chooses to make an appearance.

“Your Graces,” she says, a newer addition to the palace guard; Rhys struggles to remember her name. “The crown prince was found in one of the dungeon corridors, taken with a crippling panic attack. Honored Eskell is with him, but al wanted me to inform you.”

Reyne and Lilah exchange a worried, parental look. To some, the thought that Rhys would be jealous of this thing they share comes easily, but in fact it is quite the opposite. He loves Mathi like his own, of course, and he loves both of the boy’s parents, albeit in different forms. The four of them are a unit, complicated and a little odd, but a family all the same. Reyne and Lilah are married, king and queen of all of Exhal, and Mathias is their son, required by law to be born. They both adore him, this beautiful, anxious creature that they made together. And they adore each other, thought not as most would expect a married couple to. Lilah has no interest in romantic love whatsoever, and Reyne has no romantic interest in women, but this does not diminish the love they have for each other. It is stronger than any bond Rhys has seen before, and he cherishes it just as much as he cherishes them.

“Go,” the advisor says now, patting his king on the hand once more and meeting the eye of his queen. His dearest loves, his family. “I can hold court for however long I need to.”

Lilah nods gratefully, kissing his cheek before departing. Reyne does the same, followed by a quick one on the mouth. Then they are gone, leaving Rhys Blackwood alone to face the trials and tribulations of a day at court.

Sometimes the weight of the world is worth carrying.

#I'M SO SORRY EVERYONE i'M BACK NOW #kill the prophet #original writing #fantasy

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F45 ½° at 7 – dark – when light fire frosty morning - about an hour thinking and writing what to write to Miss W- about Mr Briggs’s note - took 2 quarter sheets and wrote the one full the other ½ full to Miss W- saying I should send Hemingway over as not having hoped to see her (Miss W-) today I had so made my arrangements that I could not be with her before this afternoon much too late for her postboy would then explain - sent her a copy of letter to her dressmaker and of note to Messieurs Briggs said they were legally right ‘the same thing has often fallen under my experience before faithfully and affectionately yours AL’ - much obliged to Messrs. RB- and son for their note and has written by today’s post to Mrs Anne Williams, to desire her to draw on Messrs. Williams Deacon and co. Bankers for £8.2.6 payable to herself or order on Miss W-‘s account, by Messrs. RB- and sons, Bankers, Halifax’ - put my note with that from Messrs. RB- and sons in an envelope and put in the packet in the little carton that came the other day with the 4 frills Miss W- had made for me and left it on my desk for Hemingway to take this morning to ‘Miss Walker Lightcliffe’ and went down to breakfast at 9 35 - out at 11 ¼ with Pickles and his son John and John Booth (having waited for Holt) holing - Holt came about 11 ½ - read him Mr Jeremiah Rawson’s last note which he Holt thought as odd as I did - said I valued the upper or hard bed at £160 per acre which he thought very fair - but said he thought to allow them £10 per acre out of it in consideration of the dearness of the Lower bed at £230.10 would be enough – then went to James Smiths’ brow just above the Lower brea branch road to see about getting water – Mr. Wilkinson met us there and George Robinson – then went into the lower Daisy bank, near the house and Holt advised to sink there to the 36 yards coal band – would be done at 3/. a yard - came in at 1 – found a note from Miss Walker begging me to go as early as I could in the afternoon – her visitors to leave her at 4 to drink tea at Cliff Hill - ‘I will not ask you to stay all night, and indeed if I did I scarcely think you would’ - very much obliged ‘more thanks than I can express about Mrs Teasdale’ - determined to dine there and return at 9 - found also parcel from the nursery at Leamington Cullis and co. sent by M-‘s order the 6 Cercis siliquastrum (arbour Judae or Judas trees) and 6 evergreen Luccombe [Lucombe] oaks, and ½ gallon of Spanish chesnut ditto mossy cup acorn ditto quercus pedunculatus - very nicely packed in [string] - took John and had the trees planted immediately - then till after 4 with him and Pickles and John P- holing and getting in 300 hollies from Throps’ - 164 of them almost like seedlings -sad disappointment - set off to Lidgate at 4 ¼ - rain – turned back and waited in the hut till the shower was over, at Lidgate at 5 – dinner (mutton steak) a little before 6, tea at 6 – cosy evening – said how much I enjoyed out quiet tête-à-tête and was in very good spirits - Miss Parkhill and Miss and Miss Emily Rawson of Millhouse returned about 9 - merely civil to Miss P-, kind and attentive to the 2 Misses R- - said my visit must be taken as partly to them - Miss W- read prayers – rainy evening so had determined to stay all night – went upstairs at 10 ½ - fine day till a shower soon after 4 – fair while I walked to Lidgate but afterwards rainy evening

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