#mystic bat shop | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sibsteria · 2 years

Note

hello, can you do headcanons of klaus mikaelson being a simp for you? 💘

yes of course, lovely!

Warnings: large fluff, a bit smutty, soft!klaus, protective!Mikaelsons

Summary: Klaus Mikaelson is the malewife simp of the century(ies)

not proofread, don’t kill me 😭🫶

the first time he met you, he studied you, up and down, I feel as if it would be at a Mikaelson ball, or maybe the Mystic Grill

I mean, eyes roaming

so our man just felt he had to introduce himself

he presents his hand out for you to shake

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, I know I would have remember a face like yours.”

“Oh, wow, you’re charming.”

He gives an amused smile, a soft chuckle

“I prefer the name Klaus Mikaelson, please tell me what name could possibly match such a person of beauty?”

I feel as if he wouldn’t assert his name as Niklaus right off the bat ygm besties

he is leaving you blushing though

you’re probably a vamp so congrats, he’s got eternal dibs!

definitely lays a gentle kiss to your hand when you tell him your name

“I suppose I’ll be seeing you.” he lingers in your presence before slowly walking away

you’re just- astounded, who gave him the right to be so alluring?

I ain’t gonna lie to you, he went home that night and stalked for your information

he knows where you live, your next of kin, the bar you frequent

so an accidental bumpings into are already in his workings

“Ah, hello love, what a surprise!”

he’d buy you all your drinks, making sure to keep any eye on them if you left the bar for a moment if you’re human (you probs aren’t)

you would spend the whole night together

just chatting and swapping anecdotes

flirting

he charms you with poems, jewellery and just spending time getting to know you as if he didn’t know everything already

he will flaunt his money around

“I should take you to dinner, tell me love, do you enjoy pasta?”

if your answer is yes then well than enjoy your authentic italian dish! the flight wasn’t even too long

you had both fallen off the cliff, smitten for one another

when you’re dating he absolutely follows wherever you go

accidentally

but you know better

and you don’t mind, he’s always looking out for you

long parting kisses

I’m talking tongue, with his hand tangled in your hair

ass slaps as you walk away, making you present a shy smile

when your more comfortable around each other, you don’t hesitate to do it back

a faux shock face from the hybrid

“well, love, I never listed you as the kinky type. I do say, I’m quite impressed.”

get ready for marks

he litters you in hickeys, even if they might fade by the end of the day

he’s going to try

if you’re human he’ll have you wear a vial of his blood around your neck

for emergencies

and a fun conversation for anyone who comes on to you

if he’s in a heated argument discussion with someone, his face will immediately soften when you walk through the door

“hello, love.” a passion induced coma hoods his eyes

will try to protect you from violence and danger but he does know you can handle yourself

“Klaus, I can snap a neck like a motherfucker-”

“I know, darling, but why do that when I can do it for you?”

hours of cuddles

hours

just you in his arms, with his nose nuzzled into you

he’s a softy, really

you get along with his family, it’s a given

Rebekah is literally you’re sister from another mister

shopping sprees with her unlimited credit card

knowing each other’s styles

“How did you know?” She pouts as you hand her a pair of heels that she had been eying up

she’s just overjoyed she actually had a true friend that she can trust

someone she can rely on

you are inseparable

and Klaus is absolutely jealous

“may I please have my girlfriend back, dear sister?” an edge to his tone

“if you must, you annoying rat bastard.”

but you love them

Elijah is eternally grateful for your calmness

and your ability to tame the beast

“I must say, you impress me, Miss L/n.”

you’re utterly baffled

Elijah is not an easy man to impress

but your besties anyway, now 🙄🤚

you often pick up ties that you think would suit him

he smiles and shakes his head

“I do hope you insist on keeping her around, Niklaus.” he uses a low whisper to his brother.

“I don’t assume I’m ever letting her go.”

whilst you have managed to wrap him around your little finger

he won’t hesitate to rip someone’s throat out for touching you

say you’re at a bar

he left for a moment to answer a call, his mistake

he comes back, you’re face filled with discomfort and annoyance as this poor man would not stop verbally harassing you

but that was not enough of an action for you to snap his neck yourself

but as he’s walking towards the bar, he watches as the stranger lets his hand trail down your back until he reaches your-

Klaus has already sped towards him

grabbing his hair and tearing out his throat

his chin, neck and chest are dripping with blood

your surprised at the lack of screams around you, coming to the conclusion that he must have compelled the drinkers to not bat an eye at supernatural goings-on

“are you kidding-”

“sweetheart, don’t get angry-”

“I just got blood stains from last week out of that shirt!”

he pauses his spiel, a blushing smile across his face

you weren’t repulsed by the violent display he’d put on

“have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“on occasion.” you roll your eyes, pulling him in for kiss

the blood coats around your lips but you don’t mind

“I love you too, Nik.”

that was the first time you used such an intimate nickname

and he loved it

hearing such words fall from your mouth

you both get blood drunk nightly

but refusing to feed on kids, because you have some morals

and you push Klaus to erase after eating because why draw attention to himself, he already has a healthy crowd of enemies

and that is where Elijah expresses gratitude

if you ever get kidnapped on that one occasion you were caught off guard

be ready, the cavalry are coming

a crowd of angry originals, breaking down walls and tearing out hearts

“shit! I didn’t know she had all of ‘em at her beck and call-” one of your kidnappers scream, as he watches his cronies drop to the floor

“mate, I advice you shut your mouth, in fact- I’ll do it for you-” queue Kol punching his head from his shoulders, it rolls nicely onto the floor in a pool of blood

they had you on a vervain drip

“oh, love, I’m so sorry.” Klaus is by your side, ripping out the tubes, hugging you close

Kol is your annoying little brother, but mostly a sweetheart to you

you two tend to sneak out together, infiltrating house parties

“if Nik finds us, he’ll kill you!” you scream over the music

“he can try, darling!” he howls with laughter, a bottle of his chosen alcohol spilling down his throat

he does find you

“why in the world, did you think I wouldn’t notice you leaving my side?” he caresses your cheek

“don’t torture him, we just wanted a bit of fun.” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth

“I suppose you’re right, I have faith in his protection, he loves you like family.” begrudgingly letting Kol off the hook

he has fucked you on every surface in his home

“not on the dinner table, Nik-” Beks

“I eat off that counter, pests.” Kol

“Is it a rule that you have to infect every piece of furniture in our home?” Elijah

*noises of disgust* Finn

*eye roll* Freya

still counting how many public displays he can get away with

he has tied your ex to a chair and made him watch as he gave you orgasm after orgasm

I mean, he murdered him afterwards, so-

“was there any need?”

“yes.”

in his mind, you’re already together forever

he lets you be in possession of one of his daggers, just in case his family give you any problems

“you know I won’t need to use it-”

“just humour me, keep it safe.”

it’s never boring

y’all he’s in love 😻

3K notes · View notes

wayfayrr · 10 months

Note

long unorganized idea!! apologies for any spelling mistakes!!

finished reading part 2 of sage and reader landing in regular earth and the idea of them both slowly becoming domestic hit me in the head with a metal bat. Assuming they're both staying for a while, theyre going to need money! reader falls into somewhat of a provider position for sage!! they work hard all day and come home to an eagerly awaiting sage.

Sage, while happy it's just the both of them, he would probably go a little crazy because "how am i supposed to protect you!" its a brand new--and modern at that- world for him. this means new competition, and it wont be as easy for him to fully have reader to himself anymore. friends and family are major obstacles compared to some blonde fools back in hyrule. And unless reader is a bit of a loner, or doesn't have the best relationship with family, its going to be harder for him. As well as he cant be around them 24/7 (while reader could work from home, i love the idea of them holding an office job more. coming home tired making them even more like putty for him. hes there and ready to dote on a tired reader after such a stressful day but not to worry he'll make it all better)

I have this idea that he slowly falls into a househusband???(idk) role. While he may not be able to financially provide, he can cook you delicious meals and bake perfect deserts!! He can make his new home as enticing as it needs to be to keep you there with him. I just imagine him clinging to reader, buttering them up with his cooking and affection

oh, your friends wanted to hang out after your shift? but reader! you been gone for so long! he's having such a hard time adjusting and needs you home. Just like the gloom, hes playing for pity points (and winning them) so reader comes and dotes on the poor (pathetic) man.

I think sage would realize how he has to do this in slow and small incrimates. Hes smart and calculated, despite his lies, he has a good grasp on reader's world. Slowly, he pulls them away from friends and family. Why would they need anyone when he's here to care for them? Unless absolutely necessary, there's minimal communication with the outside world. There's mandatory dinner for work? Your raise is dependent on it? I suppose we can go, but he has his arm wrapped protectively around their waist the entire time, and he routes towards the door once you can leave. Come on, cant we go home now? His arm's starting to hurt.

overall just gradual manipulation that keeps pushing reader into his arms.

Since he's not in Hyrule anymore, I imagine he gets phantom pains in his arm. like since he's not in a magical(?) land anymore, and his arm isnt natural, he gets phantom pains or small muscle cramps. Obviously while not happy about that, just another factor in his advantage. If he goes out the house he just wears a long sleeve that covers his hand, has pockets, or gloves.

because his arm was Rauru's arm, he actually loses a good portion of his arm on earth, bc what if earth reverses all like mystic/fantasy stuff although that could contradict his existence?? or it just makes him more human-ey?? anyways his arm would probably end around mid bicep, still gets phantom pains. his ears are also normal now! he and reader are now matching!

sage is hardworking and persistent. the angering amount of patience he had to give pays off in time when he finally has reader all to himself. maybe now he can actually rest, especially that hylia and the others dont exist here. hes fully broken away from being a hero and has you at his side, he couldn't be happier!!

ugajsk my mind is mush and this could be out of character for him but i cannot get domestic sage out of my head just them falling into domestic routine once everything is said and done

imagine grocery shopping with him

tldr househusband sage discovers modern amenities, food prices, ect and goes bananas

OKAY BUT ANON THAT SUCH A BIG BRAIN IDEA, SOFT DOMESTIC SAGE IS THE BEST????

Sage as a house husband is just??? This is like perfect for his character!?? He's already got the personality for it, just gotta throw him an apron and get him a ring to prove he's yours.

@neverchecking, @eternadreeblissa I feel like this is something you'd enjoy for sage.

Him slowly trying to isolate the reader from everyone they've ever known and cared about like how he's isolated? And how he just knows how to play up being trapped in a modern world for pity, he really has reader wrapped around his finger. He'd start to adapt far quicker than he let on, learning to read written languages. Who knows, maybe he finds a surprising taste in true crime shows?

And the mandatory work events? He'd both loathe them and love the chance to come off as this perfect trophy husband at readers side, to let anyone else there know reader is his. and his alone. And I was actually panning to have him meet some of readers friends! not quite in a thing to do with work but just as a causal meet up at their place so there's no way out!

Also about his arm just being gone? Like hello?? He would absolutely play that up for pity points, and he would get them. Yeah prosthetics exist here but they aren't easy to get or learn to use. And with the disappearance of his pointed ears, he wouldn't even be able to be called hylian anymore so he'd have another thing of hylia's put firmly behind him.

Personally, my favourite thing like that to happen would be a mix, where he keeps some traits but others become more dulled. He keeps the arm's abilities but it looks more human-like now than before, his ears are still pointed but now they look more like what is possible for humans than how exaggerated hylian ears are.

as for grocery shopping and shopping in general, he'd be so sceptical of letting reader eat anything brought from a store - he has no way to make sure they're safe!! so I raise you sage becoming a gardener, even if it's just little window sill herbs or tomatoes, granted he'd still have to shop for most things in this world. He'd just far prefer to go as far back the line as he can, buying from farmers' markets even if it meant having to travel further for things he needs. One bonus is that markets like that can sometimes be cheaper, as long as he's willing to argue with the sellers.

#I love House husband sage #this is just AHHH #lu sage #yandere lu sage #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #yandere linked universe x reader #moss✦answers

78 notes · View notes

rallentando1011 · 6 months

Text

Risetober 2023: Day 16 - Magic

Hamato Donatello was a man of science. Everyone knew that about him.

The realm of subatomic particles fascinated him, the intricacies of physics piqued his interest time and time again, engineering and formulaic equations permitted him to configure needlessly intricate and unrealistically futuristic technology.

All domains and categories of science fell perfectly into place with him. It was his niche, so to speak.

However, the perfect balance of realism in his life was decimated when his family discovered mystic powers.

His brothers wielding their individual, mystic weapons, his entire family harnessing their ninpō, all of it waltzed into his life and over complicated things.

Mystic energy itself was unruly, unpredictable, and downright impossible to understand. Yet it easily performed whatever task was necessary.

Mikey, Raph, and Leo all used their powers to save each other, Splinter “borrowed”, without them knowing, their mystic weaponry to somehow act even more lethargic, even April enlisted the help of mystic powers for her school projects.

Those were his jobs. He was supposed to help them out with his innovative tech, not some plot-convenient mystic energy.

Flashy, extravagant displays of beauty and strength, unique abilities forming unique mystic styles. It was sickening.

April had explained to him before that what he could offer was not what made him special and that his family cared about him because of him, but it was still difficult to grasp that his vocation was easily replaceable.

Due to the insistence from his family, especially April, the science-oriented turtle tried to give it a shot.

That didn’t mean he still didn’t have his reservations.

Any time he and April went shopping in the Hidden City, he would subconsciously scowl at any display of mystic items or performer sporting an implausible ability.

April always nudged him out of his irate inertia, displaying a smug smirk and her practically lethal mystically enhanced baseball bat.

“C’mon, D,” she urged lightheartedly, “I thought we were giving this whole ‘magic thing’ a chance.”

Donnie’s furrowed brows deepened, though he was astutely aware that she had a point. “First off, ‘mystic’ would be more accurate.”

April deadpanned.

“Secondly,” he continued, “I am, but I still reserve the right to judge it.”

“Judge whatever you want,” April shrugged. “Just make sure that your fun is the only thing that gets ruined. We are not having a repeat of Witch Town.”

It was Donnie’s turn to grimace. The day he almost destroyed a historical landmark and the home to thousands of yōkai was not his proudest moment, but it did allow him to see the benefits of combining mystic items with his technology, just like he and April worked better as a unit. His disdain faded into fondness, then understanding.

He grinned and twirled his tech bō to rest atop his battle shell as the duo started walking through the Hidden City again.

“I would never.”

(@sariphantom I concur, he would never /ref)

#rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #save rottmnt #rise season 3 #risetober #risetober 2023 #sariphantom #save rise of the tmnt #unpause rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt april #not a ship

20 notes · View notes

maybank612 · 10 months

Text

Invisible String

Green was the color of the grass

Where I used to read at Centennial Park

I used to think I would meet somebody there

Teal was the color of your shirt

When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop

You used to work at to make a little money

The first time I saw her she was walking down the beach, headphones in and a book in her hand. It was a miracle that she hadn’t run into anyone. Some may say that its creepy, but I couldn’t stop watching her. Admiring her. She was perhaps the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Hair up in a bun, dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a red bikini top. I know I should have said something to her but I got caught up in conversation and next thing I knew she was gone.

Bad was the blood of the song in the cab

On your first trip to LA

You ate at my favorite spot for dinner

Bold was the waitress on our three year trip

Getting lunch down by the lakes

She said I looked like an American singer

The second time I saw her was at the local bookstore. The pogues and I were out getting drinks for the kegger tonight and as we walked by the bookstore I saw her through the window. I could have stayed and watched her read book covers for hours. However, my friends had different plans, John B pulled me along telling me to “stop staring” because it was creepy.

Time, mystical time

Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

The third time I saw her she was driving through the cut windows down blasting a song I had never heard. Both of us stopped at a red light, her in an old beat up Jeep Wrangler and me on my dirtbike, helmet on. She looked over and noticed me staring, she gave me a small smile then kept on singing as the light turned green and she was gone. I swear i felt my heart flutter at her soft eyes and elegant smile.

A string that pulled me

Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire

Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons

One single thread of gold tied me to you

The fourth time I saw her she was picking up food at the wreck. I was waiting for Kie to finish her shift so we could head out and go fishing with the crew. Something in me knew this could be my last chance, I mean how many times could I run into her before I never see her again.

She walks out the front door and I follow like a bat out of hell.

“Hey excuse me?”

She turns around a little confused by the stranger yelling at her.

“Can I help you?” her voice was angelic, better than anything I could have imagined.

“I just, umm” suddenly I lost every ounce of courage I had in me.

“Wait you’re JJ right? Kie’s friend?”

“You know who I am?”

“Yeah,” she says, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve seen you around with Kie, I kinda of thought that you looked familiar so I asked her your name”

I let out a small laugh and a look of confusion grew on her face.

“Was that funny?” she giggles nervously, oh my god that might be my new favorite sound

“No, it’s just that I swear all year I see you everywhere. I’m sorry it took this long to introduce myself”

“Oh, well I’m y/n” she smiles and offers her hand for a handshake.

I graciously take it and before I let go I take my chance.

“So, y/n is there anyway you would want to go out with me tonight?”

“Are you.. I ummm..” she could barely speak, her hand still in mine. “I would love to” she finally says with a smile.

Time, wondrous time

Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies

And it's cool, baby, with me

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

#jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank fluff #taylorswift #obx

24 notes · View notes

newwavedetectives · 7 months

Text

When I first booted up Starfield, I marvelled at how boring it is at first. The beginning of the game is. Audacious. Most games want to wow you right off the bat. Starfield just eeeases you into a sea of bland, grey landscapes and austere sci fi vistas and, at first, you think, wow, this game is gonna be bad. And then the game opens up. Boy howdy, is there a lot hidden in this game.

Still, a lot of us seem to be going in arms folded, wanting to hate it. Many folks seem to play it for an hour, say, "Jesus this is boring!" and uninstall. And it is bracingly boring at the start, isn't it? There's the Youtube industrial complex piling onto it. Microsoft and Bethesda certainly don't need defenders, and hating on big, bloated AAA games is fun, and Starfield is a hugely hyped release with a lot of janky, unexplained systems, a weird, idiosyncratic start and a gameplay loop that probably doesn't stream well.

The dopamine rush of taking your space cowboy to the shop to sell all your ill-gotten guns and stolen spacesuits, at what appears to be a boutique perfume counter, then buying up ship repair parts and meticulously transferring them to your cargo hold and going out to wreak havoc all over again probably doesn't come across when watching someone else do it.

There's also the decision, the fascinating decision, to hide all the interesting content behind the most prosaic-seeming sidequests.

Join the UC Vanguard? So I can be, what, some reserve army unit for a militaristic outwardly-utopian-but-with-a-hidden-dark-underbelly society? Not for this space scoundrel.

Yet so much of what the game wants to show you, its characters, its set pieces, its antagonists, the darkness of its past, its factions' histories, all open up from that single unattractive prospect.

It's much the same with the Freestar Collective questline: howdy pardner, care to sign up to be a deputy in your favourite space western milieu?

Um, no thanks. I don't know if you know about this, Starfield, but the main quest has you exploring mystical temples and metaphysics and discussing the fleeting, precious nature of the small amount of time we have and what we choose to do with it and who we choose to do it with. I don't think I got time to do your deputy nonsense.

And yet. Being recruited as a deputy opens up a galaxy-spanning mystery of murder and greed and weird locales like a casino on an ice planet where rich weirdos and armed scumbags bet on a bizarre bloodsport (think the Golden Saucer if the Golden Saucer was built inside a series of industrial bungalows and you had to run in the chocobo races yourself and all the chocobo were trying to kill you).

This, I think, is a big aspect of the Starfield experience. Encountering the most staid, inert little quest hook but then falling through into hours of meticulously created storytelling because of the choice to hold your nose and see what this dumb game wants to show you.

Some of the game's most expensive and detailed storylines, with dozens of locations and characters, come from quests you'd only find if you're in the right place at the right time. You can completely miss the pirate quest entirely and it's like one of the best ones in the game.

When the game's moment as a punching bag passes, people are going to find that there's a lot here to like.

#starfield #i'd like to do another post delving into the criticism of the game #some of the criticism is so valid #this game is sometimes so bizarrely written and designed #neon is such a perfect example of the game's odd #prudish attitude toward sexuality and drugs #pretending sex just isn't a thing in their loving pastiche of 20th century sci-fi but they still want all the tropes #and how the romance system feels tacked on #companions are so well written except when they're terribly written #still I'm a little obsessed

15 notes · View notes

gentleeclipsey · 1 year

Text

One thing I think would be super interesting: Trolls being more diverse and mystic. Like they last literally centuries, I think Draal himself is a little over 1,200? Why wouldn't they become masters of craft? Why wouldn't they look weird as hell, no, why shouldn't they look weird as hell?

A four armed, four legged, five eyed beastly troll woman who lacks brawn but chatters in two voices and speaks mystic tongues that hoards enchanted items, you can take whatever your soul needs from her gathering, but it may kill you if you reject your fate.

A troll completely covered head to toe in leather armor who makes all the armor and clothing for those around them, the only visible part of their thin but agile and swift body is their stunning jeweled black eyes.

An almost dog-like troll that has a nose for trollish gardens, which contain the most poisonous things(to humans), and mosses, and mixes up the best brews from said poisonous things, they're famed for the sweetest nightshade ale and the beautiful oleander they grow.

A dragon-like blacksmith who lacks a wing and born without eyes in the right spots who remembers ancient lost practices from times long past and from civilizations that vanished.

A bat-like troll who walks as a wyvern that trades used items from across many centuries, basically the world's oldest antique shop with beautifully preserve items that humans don't take an eye to but trolls would.

A human-sized troll who, once a warrior, now curates the rarest crystals on earth, some not even known to man, who grows various forms of fungi on themselves purely because their home is damp and many times the caves they dredge are infested.

I would really adore to see people's eldrich and creepy as hell creations for weird ass trolls, if I'm not mistaken Blinky states trolls from far and wide come to the Heartstone market, it's likely such strangers would make it in eventually, artisans, musicians, builders, at this point their hands may as well be magic.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #toa trollhunters #trolls

42 notes · View notes

lackablazeical · 2 years

Note

Does April still have a Mystic bat or is she sporting a different weapon?

Both! Her original bat now also sports nails through it, so when it became mystic it also got an extra kick. She is also good in hand to hand fighting, and is pretty scrappy/creative when it comes to on-the-fly weapons/fighting. Uses anything from her own braids to strangle Mikey to lazer guns and shopping carts.

#addams! tmnt au #rottmnt au #rottmnt #addams! ella #rottmnt april

29 notes · View notes

brooch-and-tackle · 11 months

Text

Brooch and Tackle Ch. 2 Brother of the Ninja

Word Count: 3,263

Warnings: Cannon/OC

Summary: Batsy tells Raph about Cloaking Brooches, Leo doesn’t trust her

AO3

It had been a week since Raph and Batsy met and every chance Raph had to descend into the Hidden City, he would. He rationalized it as him being a gentle-turtle and helping Batsy close her stall at the end of the night. Because that’s what heroes do, right? They help people. Not that she needed the help, but the company and conversation were a nice addition to her otherwise silent closing. He had been putting brooches into their armoire when a thought occurred to him.

“How do you even make these?”

“Make what?” Batsy paused in her own task to look up at him and tilted her head.

Raph raised one of the older cloaking brooches to her eye level. The backing was a copper circle with pearls along its circumference. It was a much older model of hers that was more of a display than actual stock; one of her first pieces. Batsy gave him a bright smile before plucking the brooch out of his hands.

“Well that depends,” she turned the piece over in her hand, feeling the smooth pearls between her fingers. She didn’t know how he would take some of the information she was going to say. It wasn’t for the faint of heart. “There are two main types of cloaking brooches. Which kind are we talking about here?”

“There’s more than one kind? I thought a brooch was a brooch,” she saw him furrow his brow ridges into the shallow chasm again. He did that often, it seemed. She sat on the stall table and gestured for him to sit in the chair next to her. This was going to take a while. The chair was just big enough to fit Raph. It was sized for a 5ft 2in bat yokai, not a 6ft turtle ninja.

“Like I said, there are two main kinds of cloaking brooches: ones meant for the short term and ones meant for the long term. The ones meant for short term use typically hold just enough mystic energy in them for a max of two, maybe three, uses. It’s for those who want to go up top, but only for short periods of time. Like, if they want to go to Run of the Mill for a slice and then get something from a shop or something. The ones made for long term use are made with a significantly larger amount of mystic energy and can be used for a lifetime. There are yokai who live or even work topside and they need those brooches to blend in with humans for years at a time. So I’ll ask again, which kind are we talking about?”

He didn’t think the answer was going to be this complicated. Which one should he ask about? Was there really that big of a difference between the two? What did she mean by ‘two main types?’ The deeper into thought Raph got, the more defined his chasm became. This was all so new for him.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. “Both, I guess?”

“Both it is!” She nodded. “I’ll start with the short term first, okay? They’re a little easier to explain. Because the short term brooches are made for just that, not much mystic energy is required and that mystic energy is put into the metal of the brooch. Softer metals like copper or gold are used for these and if there is a gem or decoration, they’re made of glass. Now, copper and gold are used because they can’t hold all that much energy. The type of mystic energy used comes from the jeweler. In this case, that would be me. Every brooch has a little piece of me in them in more than a ‘I made this with my own two hands’ way. For these, I just have to focus a bit and, boom! Cloaking brooch!”

She paused for a moment and watched Raph. A million questions shot through his head. She put her own mystic energy into every brooch? That has to drain her, right? Does it hurt? What happens to the brooches when their uses have been used up? Do they disintegrate or something? Batsy’s laugh brought him out of his thoughts.

“Don’t hurt yourself with all that thinking, Raphie,” she had a knowing smirk. “Ask your questions. I know you have them.”

Every question he had shot out of his mouth in rapid succession without hesitation; his eyes wide with fascination. Batsy’s smile widened.

“Before I say anything else, I want to make sure you know that everything is done in a sterile environment and I have safety precautions in place just in case something were to happen, okay?” She waited for Raph to nod before she continued. “The process of putting the mystic energy into the short term brooches isn’t super taxing or anything so I can pump those out on a pretty regular basis and, no, it doesn’t hurt. I promise. I do get a little tired if I do too many in a day, though. Nothing a nap and some tea can’t fix. As for the uses, no, they don’t disintegrate. They do stop working as cloaking brooches, though. Once their uses have been used up, no more energy can be added and they turn into regular pieces of jewelry. That’s why I decorate with glass or I just don’t use decoration.

“The long term brooches are a whole other beast. They’re complicated and time consuming, so I only do them as custom orders. And because these are custom orders, I can use any number of real gems my clients want. Sturdier metals like silver or platinum can hold a massive amount of mystic energy, so I use those.

“Like the short term brooches, I have to put my own energy into them. It is a little different, though. Because these are meant to be used for years at a time, the mystic energy has to come from something extremely close to my life force. I can’t just focus my energy like I can for the short term brooches… I have to use my blood. The more used, the stronger the bond needed for the brooch to function at its peak performance. It’s also why these are custom orders only. It takes a lot out of me and recovery can take up to two weeks per piece. It’s a lot of sleeping mostly. Don’t worry it doesn’t affect me physically.”

Crickets could be heard in the silence that followed her explanation. Raph was looking at the ground; his fists clenched in his lap and his brow ridges furrowed. Did it really take her that long to recover? Why would she do that to herself?

“To help those who need it,” she said as her gaze shifted towards the sky. “There are those of us who want nothing more than to be up there with the humans. Even if it’s for just a day.”

Raph blushed. He hadn’t realized that he had verbalized his concerns. The duo sat in an awkward silence. He could understand where she was coming from. Like the yokai, he and his brothers also lived in the shadows. It wasn’t something they wanted to do, but it was necessary.

“What’s it like?” Her eyes searched the darkening sky. “Up there, I mean.”

“You’ve never been topside?” He turned his gaze to focus on her.

Batsy shook her head, refusing to look at him. He saw her wings twitch. The movement was subtle, almost non-existent. Had Raph not been as transfixed as he was on her, he would have missed it all together. He turned his head to watch the sky with her. The sun was setting. It was getting late. He needed to get back soon. He and his brothers still had pieces of the Dark Armor to locate. He thought for a moment before choosing his next words.

“Would you like to see it?”

Batsy almost dropped the paper lantern she had started to take off of one of the crooked staffs. Did he just ask her that? Did he ask her to do the one thing she craved to do? The one thing that she knew she shouldn’t do. She desperately wanted to see the world above. She had heard stories from many of her clients. How there were more people up there in one city block than one district of the Hidden City. How different their food was. How massive their buildings were! Batsy knew some large buildings, growing up in the Hidden City, but she could only imagine how tall the surface buildings could be! But…

“I- I shouldn’t…” Batsy sighed, continuing her task. “Momma would kill me if she found out.”

“Your mom?” Raph tilted his head in confusion. “Why would you be in trouble going topside?”

“She doesn’t like the idea of me being up there with the humans,” Batsy grimaced. “She said it’s too dangerous.”

“Oh… Well, I’m sure that a brooch would solve at least one of those problems,” he chuckled. “As for the danger part, Raph’ll protect you.”

They both froze where they were seated. Batsy slowly turned her gaze to the now blushing turtle, her own face heating up under her fur. Did he just say what she thought he said? Not that it was a bad thing, on the contrary, she thought it was sweet. Her reservations came from what her mother told her of going topside. How it could be dangerous for her… Raph was right, though, about the cloaking brooch. She could wear one. She had plenty of old stock meant for one or two uses… and it isn’t as though she couldn’t defend herself. Her mother had made sure she could do as such in the event of a robbery or an attempted kidnapping. She turned to him and took a deep, shaky breath.

“What momma doesn’t know won’t kill me, right?” A smile began to grow on both of their faces. “Let’s do it!”

The pair hurried to finish closing Batsy’s stall and get the unsold inventory back to her home. She lived in a small cottage between Witch Town and the Pirate Bazaar. It was a simple home, just large enough for the bat yokai. The home was surrounded by a short, wooden fence on all sides and there was a cobblestone path that led from the front gate to the front door. Underneath the two windows on either side of the wooden door were gardens containing red camellias, red gladiolus, and blue daisies. Just like every night, he waited outside for her to put her things away. She would invite him in, but he would refuse. Totally not because he was nervous to go inside her home, absolutely not, he told himself. He was standing guard. Yeah. That’s it! He was standing guard to make sure no one tried to break in! Solid logic.

Raph nearly jumped out of his shell when he felt the gentle touch of a small hand on his arm. It was Batsy looking up at him with a sheepish grin. He gave a nervous chuckle as she moved in front of him.

“Are you ready?” Her voice shook, whether it was with excitement or nerves Raph couldn’t tell. She held the copper and pearl brooch from earlier in one hand and was picking at the hem of her dress again with her other.

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Are you?”

She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath. She looked him in the eye and nodded. She could do this!

~~~~

Leo frowned as he leaned back in the booth at Run of the Mill Pizza. It had been a week and he still couldn’t get that brooch out of his head. It could've been Big Mama’s brooch’s twin. They had an uncanny similarity. He didn’t trust the bat. No matter how innocent and sweet she may have seemed, he knew there had to be something. He just didn’t know what, not yet anyway.

“I don’t trust her,” he said as he bit into a slice of pizza.

“Why not? She seems nice enough,” Mikey was on his third slice. “Raph likes her.”

“Nice has nothing to do with it, little brother,” Donnie interjected. “Didn’t you see that brooch? It looked just like hers. We can’t trust anyone who might know Big Mama. We don’t know who could be working for her down there.”

“Yeah plus Raph doesn’t exactly have the best judge of character. Remember when we first met Big Mama?”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you Leo?”

“As a matter of fact, my dearest twin, no. No I’m not.”

“Scoff. Of course you’re not.”

“C’mon guys, she’s not so bad. Hueso likes her, don’t you, Señor Hueso?” Mikey yelled out to where the bone man was taking the order of another patron.

An audible sigh could be heard clear across the restaurant as he put away his server’s notepad. He didn’t have time for these children. He had already spent more than enough time babysitting them last week. He, without enthusiasm, walked over to the booth of three and crossed his arms.

“Who is ‘not so bad’ Micheal?” He knew that if he didn’t give in to their minor mischief that it would morph into major mischief and he wasn’t in the mood to clean up that mess.

“Batsy,” Mikey perked up. “Y’know the bat yokai that sells cloaking brooches at the Pirate Bazaar? Leo thinks we can’t trust her.”

“And why, pray tell, is that?” This, though he wouldn’t admit it, peaked the bone man’s interest. Pepino did trust the Mystic Jeweler?

“There’s just something about her,” Leo turned his head to face away from Hueso. “She’s just too, I don’t know, happy? There’s gotta be something about her that none of us are seeing. And Raph’s spending a lot of time with her too. He’s been going down there almost every night to ‘help her close’ or, at least, that’s what he’s been saying he’s doing.”

Leo crossed his arms and slumped down in the booth. He was worried about his brother. While they didn’t have to do everything together, it was still odd having Raph out of the lair by himself. Sure, he would go to the surface by himself when he was younger before the others were old enough, but that was alway to New York not a hidden city. They still didn’t know much of the place and they needed to stick together. That was Leo’s logic, in any case.

“Look, Pepino, you have nothing to worry about, okay? The Mystic Jeweler is a good kid. She’s harmless-”

“Is she, though?” Leo sat up and looked Hueso in the eye. “I have the same feeling in my gut about the bat as I did when we first met Big Mama and look how that turned out. She tried to enslave us and force us to be rodeo clowns in her demented colosseum of doom.”

“I’m in agreement with Leo,” Donnie was picking at the pepperoni on his pizza, no longer hungry. “The simple fact of the matter is that we don’t know her-”

“Then maybe you should get to know her,” Hueso’s eye twitched. He needed to nip this in the bud. She was overzealous and too curious for her own good. And sure, she overworked herself to the point of needing medical attention sometimes, but she wasn’t a bad kid. She liked to help people, that was all. The boys stayed silent for a moment longer.

“I say we give her a chance,” Mikey piped up, a determined look in his eye. “We can’t just judge her off of a coincidence. Remember the Pizza Week incident? We thought that band was destroying our favorite pizza places on purpose when all they wanted was to play their music?”

“Says the one who wanted to take Dig out.” Mikey glared at Leo. “Okay fine. But the second she turns on us, I’m telling you ‘I told you so.’” Leo relented. Mikey had a point.

“Now that that is settled,” Hueso set down a check presenter. “Here is your bill.”

~~~~

Batsy looked up at the Surface Pillar. It was huge and made of stone with animal heads of every kind protruding outward in every direction; a large serpent’s body wrapped around it. Each head had glowing, green eyes and mouths leading to different parts of the city above. It was intimidating to say the least. A lump formed in her throat as she clenched her jaw and continued to stare. Was this a good idea? What would her mother say? She wasn’t going alone, at least. She tore her eyes away from the spire and looked at Raph. She studied him: from the cloth of his red bandana with its frayed ends to the pointed snaggletooth that peaked out of his mouth. He held himself in with confidence, an air of determination surrounded him. He was also looking at the pillar. Her eyes followed the length of his arm until she came to his bandage wrapped hand. She let out the breath she didn’t know she had holding and grasped his hand. It was much larger than her own; the feeling of the cotton bandages and his callouses was rough yet comforting. She was nervous to say the least. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She could do this. He believed in her.

“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready, Bats,” he turned to her, not letting go of her hand. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna do, you know that, right?”

“I- I know… I want to do this. You’re right. Between the brooch and you, I’ll be okay. I don’t have anything to worry about… but,” she hesitated and looked back up at the pillar. “This is gonna be my first time up there. I finally get the chance to experience the stories I’ve been hearing about for years for myself. It’s all a little nerve wracking, ya know?”

“Yeah I get that. I remember my first time exploring the city. It’s a little overwhelming, but don’t worry about that! You won’t be alone,” She turned to face him once more. Their eyes met. “I won’t leave you alone up there, I promise.”

Batsy gave him a faint smile and took a step towards the pillar, pulling him with her. She was ready to experience the surface for herself. The climb to the right head felt long and was arduous. Why couldn't there be an elevator or at least stairs!? She was a jeweler, not an athlete! The head they made it to was halfway up the pillar in the shape of a bear. Its mouth was open, large canines framing the glowing entrance. There was a heavy pressure she could feel in her stomach and shoulders that she could only imagine was the cave’s mystic energy. She wondered if Raph could feel it too. It was pretty obvious. Raph turned towards her and nodded his head towards the cave’s mouth. It was time to visit the surface. Batsy took another deep breath and activated her cloaking brooch. There was the familiar sensation of wind and blinding light and a moment later Baty’s human form replaced her yokai form. He grasped her hand once more and gave it another reassuring squeeze. She could do this.

The duo disappeared into the green light hand in hand. Time to see the surface.

#Brooch and Tackle #Brooch and Tackle Ch 2 #ROTTMNT fanfic #rottmnt fic #rottmnt fanfiction #canon/OC #ROTTMNT Raph #cross posted on ao3 #raph x oc

3 notes · View notes

celebratingchenrich · 2 years

Text

Chenrich Week Prompts!

Hello again all! I wanted to make a specific post for the Chenrich Week prompts to hopefully help inspire any and all creators! Again, you can refer to the list more easily at any time by clicking through the link I have on the blog’s sidebar if you wish! But for some more in-depth details, please read on!

And again, all of the below ideas are just suggestions to get the ideas flowing! As long as you come up with something you think fits the prompt for the day, you are more than welcome to share whatever you come up with!

CHENRICH WEEK (September 10-17)

DAY 1 (Saturday): GABE LIVES AU Obviously, without Gabe’s death, there wouldn’t have been a plot at all, but that doesn’t matter with fan works! Whatever you wish could have been given more focus while Gabe was alive, now is your chance to explore! Whether it’s seeing more of “Protective Big Brother” Gabe giving Steph the third degree, whether Gabe would’ve been a little shit and teasing the hell out of both Alex and Steph for their crush, or whether it’s a flash-forward to the future where he’s Alex’s best man at their wedding, or cat-sitting at Steph and Alex’s apartment that definitely shouldn’t have that many cats, the possibilities for an alternate universe where Gabe lives are endless!

<><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><>

DAY 2 (Sunday): SECOND KISS

Steph and Alex’s first kiss was absolutely wonderful and earth-shattering of course, but what about their second kiss? After Alex suffered several awful bodily injuries, after Steph went through a period of anxiety and self-doubt and worry, after Jed confessed to be a liar in front of everyone, when and how do Alex and Steph approach the idea of “who they are to each other”? Is their second kiss soft, full of relief? Is it a passionate promise of tomorrow?

Or, perhaps, if you want to deviate away from canon, is there an AU where a second kiss occurs? Perhaps they drunkenly met at a bar one night and ended up making out and the next morning one of them finds themselves over at the other’s house. Or there’s elements of mysticism and the supernatural involved where one of them remembers every life, but for the other, each rebirth or reincarnation is like kissing for the first time.

<><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><>

DAY 3 (Monday): AUTUMN/FALL

Autumn means Halloween, Thanksgiving... maybe even preparing for Christmas already! Maybe Steph learns that Alex never really had any good “traditional holiday” experiences in her childhood and decides to pull out all the stops. Is it a comedy of errors where Steph tries a little too hard and it all falls apart? Or maybe they have a nice quiet evening to themselves and enjoy each other’s company!

Fall could also mean Steph’s trauma around the fall of Arcadia Bay rearing its ugly head once again. How would they process that together as a couple?

<><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><>

DAY 4 (Tuesday): FOUND FAMILY

There’s a lot of warm and friendly people within the town of Haven. If Alex stuck around with Steph, what does it look like for her to settle into life with the people around her? How quickly does everything start to feel like home?

And if Alex and Steph decided to leave, to tour around the world, what would that look like? Who would they meet on the road, how would Alex feel around Steph’s old band contacts? Would Alex feel out of depth in “Steph’s world”, or would they grow together as they travel?

<><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><>

Day 5 (Wednesday): CONCERT/JAM SESSION

There’s a few texts in the game between Steph and Alex that imply that they totally had one-on-one jam sessions together at the record shop. And obviously there’s no way their performance at the Spring Festival was a fluke, so they’ve obviously rehearsed together! What would their jam sessions look like in a familiar space where they’re alone together?

Or, perhaps, how does their first performance on the road go? Are they in a small dive bar where no one pays them any attention? Do Steph’s old contacts hook them up with a bigger venue right off the bat? Do they brainstorm band names beforehand or completely forget about that tiny little detail until Alex is standing at the mic for the first time?

<><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><>

Day 6 (Thursday): CAMPING

Camping can be super romantic and serene. If you’re prepared, that is! Maybe Steph wants to take Alex out for a lovely experience in nature, just the two of them, and she forgets to bring something crucially important. Maybe Alex is just as confused as she is, or maybe she’s a secret wilderness buff because one of her foster families put her in the girl scouts.

Do they get horribly lost while hiking because somebody can’t read a map? Or maybe their idea to rent a canoe wasn’t exactly the smartest one because neither of them really know how to paddle, exactly. They don’t know why they keep spinning in circles, they really don’t.

<><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><>

Day 7 (Friday): PROPOSAL

Who ends up getting down on one knee? Do they plan a surprise proposal, or is it something that is just so natural that there’s no fanfare, almost as if it is an inevitable conclusion? Do they get friends involved with the occasion? Are they one of those “we both somehow decided to propose to each other on the exact same day” sort of couples? What makes them decide to propose in the first place?

<><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><> <><><><><><>

BONUS Day 8 (Saturday): ACTOR APPRECIATION DAY

The final bonus/optional day is a day to appreciate the full performance artists (mocap for face&body as well as voice acting!) for Alex Chen and Steph Gingrich - Erika Mori and Katy Bentz!

Maybe it’s just making a post talking about your favourite moment in True Colours (or in Wavelengths as well as LIS: Before The Storm for Steph!) that you felt was performed really well. Something that just really grabbed at your heartstrings and pulled you into the world and made you experience it fully.

Since Erika and Katy are both on Twitter, this would be a wonderful chance for everyone around the same time to flood their mentions with appreciation, positive comments and so so much love. They worked really hard, and what better way to show them that their performances still impact so many of us, even one year after the release of the game.

Katy Bentz is also a streamer on Twitch! If she’s streaming on Saturday, why not stop by and spread some love there! I personally frequent her streams fairly often, and she really does appreciate every message she gets from people who say how much her performance of Steph means to them. She doesn’t stream too often on Saturdays, so maybe get a headstart on this one and pop in on a Friday instead ;P

#listc #life is strange true colors #life is strange true colours #chenrich #chengrich #alex chen #steph gingrich #chenrich week #chenrich week prompts

16 notes · View notes

glamgetzwickedtonight · 1 year

Text

So, the 10th episode "Fashion Bites" is finally complete and can be found in a Bratzillaz youtube compilation.

This post will list all the stores that appear in this episode, which takes place in the Mystic Mall (found the name of the mall from the facebook posts, their facebook is full of small info abt the lore) :

Abergraveyard&Ditch (obvi pun of Abercrombie&Finch)

Gloomingdales (pun for Bloomingdales)

Glamstroms (not sure, but my closest guess is Nordstrom)

Potion Essentials

Something "hour Broomstick ... P", an announcement abt brooms

As for the Food Court shops, the only name I can't distinguish at all is the Food Court itself (I can only distinguish "court" nd maybe a "w" in the word/2 words approriated above "court") :

Anemic Paninis (with a symbol similar to McDonalds M)

Grisly Grannys Crumbles

Crepes de CADAVRE

DEAD Delights

Ghoulish Gastronomy

Creepy Pastry

Bat Cave (no joke; I fuckin laughed at this one, I wonder what they would actually sell 🤣🤣🤣)

Dim Sum (took me a while, I'm 98% sure this is the name, and based on this name, it would be obvious that this one sells chinese food; fun fact, there's an actual chinese restaurant named Dim Sum, in Romania, lol)

And that's it. That's how I spend my time: deciphering the lore of a discontinued spooky doll line. Honestly, this is the most productive I've been for a while. So I'm not mad.

edit: after squinting some more, I think the food court is either called "Creepy Wicked Court" or "Crusty Wicked Court". I'm pretty sure the word with "W" is Wicked and not Witchy, but not sure about "creepy", the letters don't fully seem to match. It would be funny if it was actually "crusty", but I don't think it would for the vibe.

#this doll line has a chokehold on me #bratzillaz #bratzillaz lore #fictional store #store parodies #bratzillaz dolls #fashion dolls #doll series

2 notes · View notes

mysticbatshop · 5 months

Text

I decided to dye some yarn for a crochet sweater I want to make. This is the single ply super wash wool base I use. It's fingering weight, so I need to hold double for the pattern's DK.

I did my best to try and plan how I dyed the yarn to work well for holding the two colors. (Because I guess just dyeing 6 of the same color was too boring? Idk) I've never tried to dye for a speciffic project or pattern before, so it was a bit of a challenge.

I had to re-do half of it because I made it too dark. (As in, I grabbed 3 undyed and started over to replace the darker 3 skeins)

I know these look almost the same, and the photos make it even more so... but one is mostly blueish green with some purple and the other is mostly purple with some blue. I promise. Lol

Caked up there is a more obvious difference, one looking aqua ish and the other purple.

I can't wait to share progress on this project, as they look so pretty together!!!

#fiber arts #yarn #crafts #crochet #hand dyed yarn #handdyed #indie yarn #wool #pastel #pastel yarn #pastel sweater #current wip #wip #art adventure #mystic bat shop #mystic bat studio #sock yarn

93 notes · View notes

ruki--mukami · 2 years

Note

❤️+🖤 (Mystic 💃✨✨)

SEND ‘❤️’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING POSITIVE ABOUT YOURS.

SEND ‘🖤’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOURS.

“Ah, Mystic… If there is one quality I must chastise, it would be your inclination towards fast food and the like. Now, I know you could reason with me that you are a Founder and don’t require close monitoring of your diet, since it wouldn’t be fatal to beings like us in the slightest, but this is still no way to nourish yourself. When we met at the shopping district, I couldn’t believe my eyes that someone could carry enough snacks to sate a class of kindergarten runts and their raging appetites. Next time you visit my manor, I shall treat you to one of my finest dishes. Then you will know what real cuisine tastes like instead of that foul garbage you consume. I understand the options are limited when you have missions to embark on, but nevertheless, perhaps I’ll look into ways I can make my food more portable and convenient to carry.”

“On the other hand, one positive trait of yours would be that delectable blood coursing through your veins. Ha, I’m kidding. There’s more to you than that—after all, I don’t just pray on anyone. Aside from those enticing reactions you show me each time I sink my fangs into you, I can see that you’re someone who, despite being a First Blood, shares more similarities with me than I originally anticipated. A little bat told me that you enjoy reading literature, specifically Edgar Allen Poe. One day I’d like to show you my physical collection of his works as well as other archives of my favorite authors, then maybe we could chat about it during a meal together. It wouldn’t sit right with me to only punish you, so consider it a reward.”

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #rp #diabolik lovers rp #mystic tsukinami #mino-diabolik #❤️🖤meme #rustic

12 notes · View notes

bewitchingivy · 1 year

Note

Hello

My initials are TFA ♌️

I mainly used tarot

🦄

I chose: what you should know about them, first impression, what they love about you

Your future boyfriend first impression of you

Chaser

-Coming for you

-Determined

-Pursuit

Priority

-Family

-Provider

-Make the effort

Third party

-Confusion

-Soul contract

-Mercury retrograde

Boundaries

-Stop

-Speak up

-Self discipline

Competition

- eyes on another

- Multiple options

Lessons

Self development

Self growth

Karmic partner

Past life ties

Lessons

Change

This has a feeling they already know you or no of you. Their first impression is right off the bat they’re going to know what they want which is you.. they’re going to feel a need to go after you. However, something will hold them back. A potential blockage. They don’t know if you’re still healed or completely moved on from this past partner or if you’re ready to start over just yet.

What you should know about them

- very introverted

- A bit childlike or may be younger than you

- Has had ALOT of bad relationships where they break up and get back together but the communication was terrible

- This has left him very cold to relationships, he may have been just hooking up and doing situationships and not really looking for a soulmate.. than you’re going to enter his life

What they love about you

- they love how when they’re stressed they’re able to rely on you, you’re always there to help them whenever they’re feeling mentally “not okay” — yes they may suffer from anxiety

I’m seeing they have deep rooted family issues and someone’s childhood may be a bit compromised because someone was always missing ( like a parental figure) so they are able to relive their inner child through you.. through this marriage (yes your future partner is the one you’re going to marry)

Y’all are always going to be travelling, INTIMACY WILL BE A HUGE FACTOR, and you’re going to act — or maybe they see you as someone that’s going to guide them in a way.. they’re going to feel so safe

❛ love again ; entry #001

Hello! Thank you so much for joining my game and for following the rules <3 As promised, here's your reading! I hope you'll enjoy it :) Remember to take what resonates and leave what doesn't!

his first impression of you:

i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red Oh, gosh. do I even need to say something about this? The song says it all, HAHA. But anyways, just switch girlfriend in the title to boyfriend LMAO. Meeting you for the first time would leave him so awestruck and drawn to you. I get the feeling that he will be very curious about you and would like to get to know you more because you're so intriguing to him. He will literally crush on you the first time you meet him. There's a high possibility that this will start off as a friendship at first because he wants to take his time to get to know you more :)

your first date together:

Silent Night by Taylor Swift Wow. This is so specific. Christmas. Or around December, winter/holiday season. The two of you will start the date early in the day, like around late morning, and it'll end at night. I'm even getting that you will both get home at 12 am, LOL. But I'm certain to say that the two of you will have so much fun that day, and you will just feel so happy. It'll feel like time didn't pass by at all. You might do some holiday shopping together.

what you should know about him:

closure by Taylor Swift This person has gone through a lot of hardships, particularly in his relationships. But then he's finally learned how to put himself first and say no to what he doesn't deserve. He learned to respect himself by not letting anyone cross his boundaries. If a toxic person is in his life or someone has treated him unfairly, he won't second guess his decision to cut them out of his life.

what he loves about you:

Alligator Sky by Owl City He will love how you are full of surprises to him, it excites him to know new things about you. It's like you're this mystical world he's just entered, and he can't wait to explore everything about the world. He loves how you just make him laugh and be happy like a little kid.

how would he show his love to you:

Easy On Me by Adele He will be gentle and soothing towards you. He will make sure that you're relaxed and well rested after a long day. I get the feeling that his love languages might be acts of service, physical touch, and/or words of affirmation. Just say the word when you need him, and he will literally be there for you in no time.

signs you see about him:

Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny I saw 11:11 and 333 while doing you're reading! Therefore I'll take it that those are your signs. When you're with him, you feel the most confident. You might notice that it's him since he's a very attentive person towards the people he cares about you; especially you.

a message from him:

Make You Feel My Love by Adele [Good golly, we've got two songs by Adele in this reading. Maybe he likes listening to her songs? You should definitely check out this song, it really matches with the things I've said about how he shows his love to you.] "I still have many things I need to heal and let go of. I wanna work on myself first, so that once we've come together, I can be the best version of myself to you. Keep on giving love to yourself and doing the things that bring you joy, I have no doubt that the things we do out of love will lead us together someday. I promise I'll always be here for you."

my feedback:

I have heard a lot of times from other readings that he's childlike, he has old relationships that somehow left him wounded, and damn travel? I skimmed through people's entries in my inbox and I noticed that a couple of you said about travel! Very spot on! :) A lot of things that you said do resonate to my current situation right now. I can't help but notice that I relate to him, and I reckon we must be mirroring each other! Thank you so much for the reading!

Please don't forget to leave a feedback; tell me what resonates and what doesn't, and whatever you want to add! :)

#ivy's games

2 notes · View notes

bookishlilcorner · 2 years

Text

Agents of Night and Starlight

A Nessian, Gwynriel and Elucien centric fanfiction (+ emorie)

Chapter One - Teaser

I’m almost finished with the first chapter of my fic series coming out this week.

In the meantime, enjoy this little teaser.

______________________________________________________________

“Are you sure you have the right darts this time, Silver?” A sweet, honey-like voice said through the small electronic device in her ear.

“Yes, Ivy’s right. Last time, she didn’t check and shot a Laughter at a Leprechaun. I could barely concentrate on the task without laughing my ass off. You know how hilarious a Leprechaun’s laugh can be.” Another voice, this one mystic, deep and yet so clear like a siren’s, said with a laugh.

Oh, there’s that headache again.

“Since when are there Leprechauns in Velaris, Nymph?” Ghost asked.

“They arrived from the continent two months ago. I told you about it last time at Ivy’s shop. Did you forget? Or were you too busy staring at the beautiful Elvish woman to retain any information?” Nymph answered with a cheeky tone in her voice clearly indicating tease.

Ivy’s sweet laugh echoed in the earpiece, making the crouched female roll her eyes. “Was it an Elf or a High Fae? I swear, we look too much alike.”

“Pretty sure it was an Elf. They got this-”

“Girls, shut the fuck up. I’m trying to aim here and your gossiping is making my headache even worse.” Silver said through clenched teeth.

“Well, that one’s on you. You insisted on having that damned coffee this afternoon. You know that too much caffeine-”

“Gwyn, seriously. Shut up.”

“Nesta! We agreed to use our code names. What if someone hacked into our system?”

“My system? Please. That would take some a prodigy hacker.” Ivy scoffed.

“Elain is getting pretty arrogant.” Ghost laughed. “Three months since your sister joined us and she’s already turned like us, Nesta.”

Nesta closed her grayish blue eyes, annoyed. “Seriously, we need to focus on our mission. I’m getting tired of crouching here in the cold with sticky clothes. Emerie, do you have eye on anyone suspicious at the charity event?”

“It’s Ghost, by the way.”

“I don’t care.”

Emerie rolled her eyes and looked around the spacious, sumptuous ball room filled with guests, all lesser fairies. They all had formal attire, beautiful dresses and suits fitting the color theme of the occasion: navy blue, gold and white. She herself was dressed for the occasion, and for infiltrating, with a pearly white skin-tight midi dress and gold, Illyrian designed jewelry adorning her brown skin. Her black wings, large, wide and bat-like, characteristic of her Illyrian heritage, were tucked in behind her back. Her hair, smooth and thick, the color of a raven’s feathers, was untied, cascading down to her waist. An all golden headpiece of roses and vines details sat on top of her head, its biggest rose on her forehead.

An Illyrian queen. That’s what she looked like.

She stared at everyone, shaking her head. “No. No one here acting like a homicidal maniac with a thirst for blood. Or illegal weed, in our case.”

“Both works.” Gwyn said.

12 notes · View notes