#night mare...XD
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Hello! If you feel like it, could you write something for Geralt x reader? Reader is touch starved and doesn't want to initiate affection, but Geralt catches on bc she relaxes when their shoulders brush or when he pats her shoulder. One day he's had enough of her being so uptight, so he holds her and she just goes boneless with relief.
I relate to this so much Anon, putting my own feelings in this one❤️😂 Hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's jumbled, I was in a state when I wrote this XD
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A Witcher's Senses
You forget that a witcher has enhanced senses. Funny enough, Geralt doesn't really need them to figure out your problem.
Most men don't understand, but witchers are even more ignorant. They don't have the need to be held, the need to be touched. Not like a woman like you needs. And you don't just mean "touched" because not all touch is good. Some touch is selfish, uncomfortable, and lacking all mannerisms of a proper gentleman.
No. You want touch to be gentle, full of love.
Geralt was the only man that you could share this with-without his knowledge. Witchers weren't exactly ones for holding hands or exchanging hugs. The only affection they ever receive is from a one night stand that they paid for with their gold from a gruesome hunt. The closest you've ever been to Geralt with his knowledge is when you had to clean his wounds after a dicey encounter with a leshen or a werewolf.
But you needed more. You craved more from him.
"Y/N, can you tie up Roach." It was a command from Geralt, who wasn't looking at you as he handed you the leather reins. You eyed his hand, the way his fingers gently caressed the leather.
"Yeah." You said softly, reaching out to grab hold of the horse. And then, your fingers touched.
You lingered, lingered longer than expected. His skin was rough, but also very warm. You loved it, you loved the feeling that you haven't had in years. You didn't care that he was a witcher. He was still a man that had warm skin and a gentle aura about him. His touch made you relax. Softly, you began to smile to yourself.
"Y/N, Roach is getting anxious." Geralt's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you realized that he had let go of the reins long ago, his touch gone. You blushed in embarrassment when he finally heard Roach pawing the ground.
Mumbling an apology, you led the mare to a nearby tree, Geralt's gaze following you the whole way.
He wasn't stupid.
Jaskier might call him uncaring, ignorant, and hardy but the witcher was actually quite the opposite. He had better sight, better hearing, and a better sense of smell than most men. But even with all that, he struggles to read people sometimes. You were shy, didn't say much to him, but your eyes held so much emotion. But you, you were more obvious than you probably wanted.
When you pretend to trip and bump into him, your heartrate softens.
When he pats your shoulder after a fearful encounter, your muscles relax.
When you grab something from him and your fingers touch, your eyes glow and you smile to yourself.
You longed for touch. You needed it, but you didn't want anyone to know that. You were scared to initiate contact, which Geralt sensed when you were just around him. Your quick breathing, nervousness, and raised heartrate. You were uneasy because you lacked the touch you craved, that only he seemed to be able to give you.
Now with the knowledge he had, Geralt was confused. Why did you seek him out?
He was a witcher, covered in scars and years of abuse. He didn't know what a soft touch felt like unless he paid for it. Geralt didn't know how to give you what you wanted, however, you seemed to know. You were pretty, so it shouldn't be hard for him. Despite all the negative things that Jaskier has said about him, he always has mentioned that Geralt has more of a heart than most witchers.
Perhaps Geralt just needs to find that heart and give it to you.
So, one night, he did.
You guys were sitting by the fire, Roach was grazing nearby, and Geralt just got done putting things away. He then moved to sit next to you. Close to you. Immediately, his senses picked up your beating heart and nervous sweat. You weren't the only one nervous. Geralt was too. However, he cared about you, he knew what you needed and how he could give it.
The witcher scooted closer and placed an arm around you, pulling you into his chest.
"Geralt?" Your voice was small, face extremely red. The witcher, however, was calm as he rubbed his calloused hand over your shoulder to soothe you.
"Shh...just relax." Geralt said and you did. It was like you melted at his warm touch. Every organ in your body immediately calmed down; your heartrate slowed, breathing slowed, and everything else just relaxed. You sighed pleasantly, finding yourself moving closer to him out of impulse.
"Why are you doing this?" You couldn't stop yourself from asking him, the warmth from both him and the fire easing you. The fire light flickered in his cat-like eyes as he swallowed nervously.
"Because I needed it. I needed your touch." He told you, smiling a bit. Relief seemed to fill in your eyes as you took in his words. Every time that you were afraid to initiate any form of contact was just your nerves getting the best of you. Geralt said he needed you, just like you needed him. You nuzzled your head into his shoulder.
However, Geralt said that to ease you, or that's what he thought.
But he found himself relaxing at your touch as well.
#the witcher#the witcher imagine#the witcher geralt#witcher geralt#geralt of rivia#geralt x reader#geralt imagine
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@queerpersonified : Donna with a partner that is the personification of a Golden retriever with a hint of snuggly cat in there, they just want to make sure she’s loved and happy , just all around little sweetie But there an absolute American menace Like they do ALL the Italian no no’s that Americans do every day, but there completely oblivious to the fact that it’s wrong The mental image of donnas internal struggle just tickled me so much
Heh, me, an Irish-American, when someone in the group doesn’t buy a round of drinks XD Anyway, had to do some research on things that are cringey in Italian culture, but here we go. Let’s get into it!
You and Donna are madly in love.
You are so kind and affectionate. When you hold her in your arms, she feels safe with you.
The two of you are very physically intimate and you adore when she lets you lie your head in her lap so she can play with your hair.
Donna often jokes that you are much like a big and lovable pet.
You don’t mind. As long as she is taken care of and safe you are happy.
But, there is one small issue that keeps popping up: Your American tendencies. Donna is Italian through and through, and she can’t help but cringe every time you commit a cultural faux pas by accident. She is always kind when she corrects you, but her inner Italian is flaring up on the inside.
One evening, Donna makes you a big, home-cooked Italian dinner. She had spent hours in the kitchen, carefully preparing all of her family’s traditional recipes. But, right before you two sit down to eat, you run into the kitchen to grab something.
Donna quirks an eyebrow at you as you get back to the table. “What did you go get, cara mia?” She asks and begins helping your plate with frutti de mare (Kind of like spaghetti, but full of different types of seafood).
You gesture with a grin to a block of Parmesan cheese and a grater. You begin to sprinkle it all over your pasta.
Donna gasps. “No, no, no!” She exclaims. “You can’t put Parmesan cheese on seafood pasta!”
You look confused. “Really? I thought Parmesan was good on everything.” You say, furrowing your brow in complete confusion.
Donna sighs. “Americans,” She mutters under her breath.
You don’t hear this comment, though. You take a bite and your eyes roll back in pleasure. “Hey, can I have some more sauce on top? It’s so good!” You ask her.
Donna feels her eye beginning to twitch. She has sauced the noodles perfectly. She tries not to take it as an insult and stuffs her frustration down. She clears her throat and takes a deep breath to calm herself. “Y/N, you should never ask for more sauce… It’s kind of rude to the person who made the food in Italian culture.” She explains gently.
Your eyebrows shoot up at this. “Whoa, I’m sorry, babe! I just think it tastes so good! I didn’t mean to-”
Donna feels her annoyance melt away. She giggles at your embarrassment and pinches your cheek. “It’s okay, tesoro. I’m glad you like it.” She tells you. She knows you didn’t mean any harm… But she just came really close to cussing you out.
As the night goes on, you continue to make innocent mistakes, such as using a knife to eat your spaghetti and meatballs or asking for a cappuccino after dinner.
Donna laughs at your sweet naivety, but she also can’t shake the feeling that you are somehow disrespecting Italy itself. You’re a work in progress, but she’ll get you brought up to speed on Italian customs one way or another.
Despite the cultural differences, Donna loves you more than anything. She decides to embrace your American quirks and even starts incorporating some of your favorite dishes into her meals. You’re delighted to see your favorite comfort foods alongside Donna’s traditional Italian fare.
In the end, Donna understands that love knows no cultural boundaries. As long as you’re happy and treat her with love and respect, she is willing to overlook your occasional cultural missteps.
Masterlist
#donna beneviento#re8#re8 village#donna beneviento x reader#donna beneviento x y/n#resident evil village#resident evil imagines#resident evil 8#resident evil#re8 shitpost#re8 incorrect quotes
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Ranch AU, where the chain live on a Ranch and all have horses.
Time - obviously Time is still in possession of Epona, but she’s in her late 20s at that point. Epona is a palomino Belgian draft/Appaloosa mix. She’s gentle with kids but has plenty of attitude to go around with adults XD 17hh
Twilight - Twilight has Epona’s one and only baby, also palomino, whose father was another Appy. Her registered name is Epona’s Legacy, but they just call her Lacy or Legacy for short. 16.2hh
Warriors - Warriors has an ex-police horse, a long-legged and tall gelding named Royal. Roy for short, he’s a Quarter Horse/Appaloosa mix. He’s bomb-proof and steady. 16.3hh
Sky - Sky has a Fjord/Morgan mix named Hawk. Smaller, but stocky and strong and gentle as a mouse. He’s a more reactive horse, and Sky balances him out by being more low-energy and calm. 15hh
Wild - A red Appy/thoroughbred mix dubbed Sriracha Sauce, with high energy and sensitivity. A perfect match for Wild, these two wear each other out. Sriracha was a rescue, who Wild nursed back to health himself. Sriracha was agressive originally, but Wild’s endless stamina and patience were able to train the horse into a better place. Now, Sriracha is a much more agreeable horse, approachable by all. He’s still really reactive and has thrown Wild more times than he can count, and isn’t the best-behaved to ride. However, Wild is actively working on it, and it’s something he can handle. Sriracha is not a perfect horse—no horse is, and Wild is just happy to have him and loves him. Sriracha is a one-man horse, and no one else is allowed to ride him but Wild. 16hh.
Hyrule - Hyrule has a pure-bred Rocky Mountain Horse named Hart. Hart is sweet and unafraid of anything, the primary kids lesson horse and therapy horse around the Ranch. He and Hyrule are known to go on long trail rides together. 15.1hh
Wind - Wind has a small but strong and opinionated Appy mare, aptly named Dragon. They both are loud and wild and reckless, and like to go fast. Wind and Dragon love to compete in a lot of classic western competitions—polebending, barrel racing, and especially keyhole. They hold several national and state records, and have plenty of ribbons. Wind also has a moo cow named Butter. 15hh
Four - Four’s ride is a little bay quarter horse/morgan. She’s sweet with kids, and incredibly intelligent, the secondary kids riding horse. But don’t let that fool you—she can be very cheeky when you least expect it, and don’t leave your food around her. She will eat it or dump it on the ground and step on it. 14.3hh
Legend - Legend owns the toughest horse in the barn, a black-as-night mustang/rocky mountain horse by the name of Raven. Raven is quiet and ultra-sensitive, and bomb-proof. Raven is another lesson/therapy horse, but for the more advanced riders. 15.3hh
#Rescue Ranch AU#uhhh#this post is already pretty long#feel free to ask about the horses and riders#that might be the best way for me to get all the info out#XD
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Imagine Traveling With Geralt And Seeing His Soft Side
Geralt X FemReader
Warnings: Suggestive themes
(A/N:) Apparently I cannot write short Witcher Imagines. And I am completely not sorry! XD I love this man and I just can’t help writing soft Geralt. I’ve started playing The Witcher 3 and the mission where he helps the little girl I melted. So I got the idea to write this and I am so happy with the outcome. So enjoy this whopping over 1,000 words imagine. I may try to write a complete fic with him sometime. I just need an idea. Anyway until next time happy reading! ~Countess
Wind swept your hair from your face, the chilling breeze warning of winter just upon the horizon and the colder nights to come. You watched Geralt swaying in Roach’s saddle. The cold wind didn’t seem to bother him, but to be honest not a lot seemed to bother the white haired man.
“Geralt,” you shivered in your cloak.
“Hmm,” he answered not bothering to turn around.
“It’s getting pretty late and cold,” you explained. “Do you think we can stop at an inn for the night? Winter is getting close and it’s going to start getting colder from here on out.”
Now at the talk of spending money for an inn did he turn to look at you. His eyebrow raised.
“I can build us a fire,” he replied turning back around.
“But Geralt,” you whined.
“You can sleep next to me,” he continued.
“You’re about as warm as a frozen river in December Geralt,” you scoffed earning a quiet chuckle from the Witcher. “Fine! I’ll pay for the room.”
“Deal,” he answered and you scoffed.
“You are such a cheapskate. You can sleep with Roach then,” you teased.
“At least she’s quieter than you.”
You kicked your horse into a canter rushing past him, “Jerk!”
Of course you couldn’t leave him behind as the sound of Roach’s hooves were never far behind.
In the next town you both found a stable for the horses. While the stable boys took care of your gelding, Geralt stayed behind to care for Roach. He didn’t trust the boys but he didn’t trust Roach more to not be a moody mare. You eased in the direction a local pointed you towards an inn that boasted warm beds and good food. Singing was the first thing you heard and laughter. You worried about being able to sleep with all the noise but whatever food smells that were wafting through the door made your worries vanish. You could cook pretty well and with so little provisions Geralt scrounged up did taste good but Geralt couldn’t cook to save his life. So anything would be delicious to you at the moment. You walked through the doors removing your hood to a lively room full of men, women, and even children. You were happy to see a more family friendly place after seeing the scummiest places imaginable. If it wasn’t for Geralt you’d hate to think what would happen to you without him around.
“Welcome,” the innkeeper shouted cheerfully. “What can I do you for?”
“I would like a room for the evening and dinner! Oh a bath if you got it,” you replied walking to the only empty space at the counter.
“Just yourself,” she asked.
“No I have a companion I’m traveling with.”
She gave you the price and you paid every cent. She sent a young boy to prepare the tub in your room while you dined on the food. That’s when Geralt eased through the doors. The exciting chattering silenced immediately at the large Witcher in the middle of the room. Geralt’s sharp yellow eyes roved the room challenging people to say something or make him leave.
“Geralt,” you waved at him gaining his attention to show his plate of food setting across from you. Without a word he made his way over and once sat down the surrounding people began to go back to their normal chatter.
“Always the same,” he mumbled through a mouthful of ale.
“It’s okay Geralt,” you hummed tapping his gloved hand. “I like you enough.”
“Hmm.”
You sopped the rest of your plate up with bread before rising from the table. Geralt barely looked from his food once you stepped away“I’m going to take a bath while you eat,” you whispered in his ear not knowing what kind of people lurked in the shadows of the inn. “You might want to take one after me as well. Our room is on the second floor close to the window on the right. Enjoy your meal and,” you gripped his shoulder, “try not to kill anyone.”
“That’s up to them,” he hummed gruffly spooning more stew into his mouth. You snorted but headed up the stairs.
The room you had rented for the evening wasn’t a castle but it was a lot better than sleeping on the cold hard ground. Plus the tub sitting in the middle of the room still had steam rising up from the water. You stripped quickly and eased into the warm water. You had to bathe quickly due to Geralt, he had a perchance of barging in at the wrong times. Luckily he gave you enough time to finish up getting clean and dressed when he finally pushed the door open.
“You decent,” he asked.
“Is that disappointment I hear Geralt,” you teased.
“If there is it’s because I have to bathe next.”
You chuckled. “Do you want me to leave or are you content with me facing away and reading a book?”
“You stay here it’s safer,” he answered stalking across the room towards the tub. “Watch. Read. It makes no difference to me.”
“Reading it is then! Enjoy your bath my dear stinky Witcher.” He grunted while you turned around. The only thing you could hear for the next several minutes was the sloshing of water. You hadn’t been able to read very much on the road so it was a nice change of pace to be able to relax. But when the relaxation came so did the exhaustion of constantly being on the move.
“I’m done now,” Geralt said.
“Just in time,” you yawned. “I’m ready for bed.”
“I’ll go check on the horses. You go ahead and get some sleep.”
“Geralt please stay. The horses are fine and you just bathed.”
He sighed. That normally meant he was going to give in. You laughed quietly pulling the covers from the bed back. You were relieved to see that the blankets were fairly clean and void of spots. Geralt sat down the chair you had occupied while he bathed.
“You can sleep with me,” you said while getting comfy.
“That an invitation?”
“To sleep? Yes. Anything further? No.”
“You really know how to wound a man’s ego,” he smirked.
“But you are not a man, you’re a Witcher,” you said matter-of-factly. Lifting the blankets it didn’t take him long to accept the offer.
“Now I’m further wounded. No potion will be able to fix it.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Pulling the blankets over you both you snuggled into Geralt letting the warmth of him seep into your bones.
“Goodnight Geralt,” you sighed content to be so close to the handsome Witcher.
“Goodnight (Y/N).”
Morning came all too soon and you woke to Geralt’s side void of his presence. Gathering your remaining things you went downstairs to the main room of the inn. Tossing a coin to the innkeeper you snagged a bit of breakfast for two from the counter.
“Farewell,” the innkeeper said. You nodded stepping out the door into a misty morning. You didn’t have to shout for the Witcher you knew exactly where he was at. Munching on an apple you began the walk to the stables. It wasn’t far from the inn and being able to stretch your legs felt wonderful. What you weren’t prepared for was the scene in front of the stables. Roach and your horse were already saddled and ready to go. But that wasn’t what was shocking, what almost caused you to choke on breakfast was the sight of one Geralt of Rivia surrounded by children of all shapes, sizes, and ages. They giggled as the Witcher talked to them though one little girl was sniffling clearly upset over something. Geralt had a hand on her shoulder. The hands that were created for killing and fighting were so gentle with one frightened little girl it made your heart swell.
“It’s okay,” Geralt’s voice carried. “No harm done.”
“I’m sorry,” the girl whimpered.
“Everything will be alright,” he cooed and you swooned. “Here I have a gift.”
You watched enraptured as Geralt fumbled through the saddle pack attached to Roach’s rump. He pulled a doll from the bag, something he had been keeping to sell for a little coin when you both were strapped. Handing it to the sniffling child he patted her head earning a large gap-tooth grin. You were a puddle of goo right then and there. You walked forward as the children started dispersing Geralt’s new found friend waving the hardest it made you laugh.
“Guess I’m not the only one you’re soft on,” you elbowed him offering him his part of the breakfast.
“She scared Roach, I had to make it right,” he took your offering and mounted Roach quickly and turned her head towards the next destination.
“Sure sure,” you chuckled also mounting your steed making him trot to catch up. “You just don’t want the label softy. Too late cause that’s what you are Geralt.”
“What’s that I can’t hear you,” he called rushing Roach onward.
“Of course you don’t! Funny how your Witcher senses don’t work at the most opportune moments when you try to ignore me!”
You spurred your horse forward trailing behind Geralt and Roach. He wouldn’t leave you though. You couldn’t help but feel really lucky to see these sides to Geralt. It made you feel like that underneath all that Witcher there was still the man he could be buried inside. Geralt could think whatever he wanted but deep down he was good, just misunderstood. And you couldn’t lie to yourself, you loved him and in some ways he loved you too.
#Geralt X Reader#Geralt / Reader#The Witcher#Geralt of Rivia#The Witcher Imagine#Geralt Imagine#Imagine#Not My Gif#My Writing
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2023 Fic in Review
I'll just use the questions from last year :)
Total Number of Fics: 42
Total Wordcount: 45.692 on AO3 and 9.496 on a personal project
Fandoms: 14
Smut scenes: 13
Most Popular Fic (by bookmarks): Sign my death with your teeth
Most Popular Fic (by kudos): also Sign my death with your teeth
New things I tried: As always, I wrote for fandoms and pairings I hadn't before. I also wrote original fic again after at least 10 years of not doing that. And my goal for this year was to practice smut, and I did, and at least I learned why I'm not very good at it, so I guess that's something XD
Fic I spent the most time on: Hm, I don’t know. I’m usually a quick writer once I have an idea. Maybe Gotta risk it for the biscuit, just because it's the longest fic I've written this year.
Fic I spent the least time on: As I said, I'm usually a quick writer anyway. It's probably one of those short prompt fics I did.
Favourite thing I wrote: Hmmm. Probably somehow escape the burning wait (shiver deep within). I didn't plan to write smut there at all, but I love how it turned out.
I also love es ist besser so a lot.
Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected? Well, my goal was to write 50.000 words this year, and I did just a bit more, so I guess it's about what I expected :D
Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: Most of my fics are rarepairs, so I never expect much feedback anyway. I did think that night watch and hard and fast would be more popular though. I know it's not the fandom's favourite pairing, and I very much wrote them for myself, but I didn't think that there was no audience at all for them. Ah well, they're still my OTP in that fandom.
Most Unintentionally Telling Story: Probably somehow escape the burning wait (shiver deep within), because I hadn't planned to write it that way.
Biggest Disappointment: I mean, not getting feedback is always a bit disappointing, but all in all, there wasn't that much to be disapppointed about this year.
Biggest Surprise: I did not think I would ever write Detective Conan fic, and Heiji/Kazuha at that. If you told 12 year old me, she would think you were insane XD
My Favourite Part Of Fandom This Year: Getting into Steter. Both the Valentine's exchange and the Secret Santa were wonderful, and everyone is absolutely lovely and very generous with their feedback and comments.
Writing goals for next year: Write more original fic.
Tagging: @spacerhapsody @xinhua-jun @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare @ziskandra @tabbytabbytabby @sidhelives @cureaesthetic if you want :)
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(Bon, il fallait quand même que je mette la version française par solidarité pour mes congénères qui auraient du mal avec l'anglais et qui passeraient par là pour des raisons obscures xD)
Théories Dreamtale :
Voici une liste de quelques théories à propos de l'histoire de Dreamtale qui laisse encore des trous très intéressants à essayer de combler. Pensées philosophiques et scientifiques m'ont amenées à concrétiser ces théories, pourtant, si je m'y suis inspirée, ce n'est pas sur ces points de vue que je me porterai, mais bien sur un point de vue purement artiste. Petit à petit la philo et la science s'est perdue dans mes divagations pour laisser place à des imaginations qui semblent s'emboîter. L'artiste imagine. Il triche, il ment, il n'a cure des réalités concrètes. La seule science sur laquelle je me positionne, finalement, ce sont les éléments apportés du canon de Dreamtale, du moins ceux que j'ai réussi à piocher. Peut-être aurais-je manqué certaines informations qui iraient détromper ces hypothèses, auquel cas il serait courtois de me le faire savoir.
De manière plus chill, je suis juste une ado avec un esprit débordant qui adore élaborer des théories tarabiscotées avec ce que j'ai sous la main, et que j'écris ça principalement pour m'amuser ^^
Ce n'est absolument pas parce que je pense que c'est vrai, en fait je ne pense pas une seconde avoir raison, donc on ne peut pas trop appeler ça des théories... Juste des spéculations, des idées à propos de Dreamtale que je voulais partager. Presque des headcanons, mais tout de même basé sur des éléments concrets du canon.
Mais commençons, première théorie !
☁︎ Canon/Fanon :
Tout d'abord, pourquoi est-ce que j'insiste autant sur la canonicité ? Parce que concernant Dreamtale, la frontière entre le Fanon et Canon n'est pas toujours très comprise, étant donnée qu'il y a pas mal d'idées reçues à ce sujet.
Le fait est que je considère le Fanon et le Canon de Dreamtale comme deux mondes totalement distincts, et pourtant, comprenez que je déteste adhérer à des variantes de ci et de ça pour tout et n'importe quoi. L'idée de séparer viscéralement le côté Canon et le côté Fanon d'une œuvre me semble dénué de sens, surtout dans la carde d'un monde ouvert où chaque univers est une pièce d'un puzzle plus grand, où le monde qu'on nous présente est fait pour être un immense terrain de jeu.
Et puis à ce stade, si on fait cela avec cet univers, on pourrait faire de même pour toutes les histoires existantes. Néanmoins, pour CE monde en particulier, ça me paraît important.
Car il y a une différence cruciale qui sépare C!Dreamtale et F!Dreamtale, une différence qui modifie complètement l'interprétation de l'œuvre. Le Fanon ne fait pas juste quelques modifications d'interprétation... Il change carrément la nature même d'un personnage : Nightmare Corrompu.
Et ça, bah... C'est un peu compliqué de ne pas séparer, surtout quand la version Fanon est aussi populaire... Canon, il est mort et son corps appartient à un autre personnage qui a lui-même une personnalité et un Background à lui. Fanon, il est vivant. Piégé, emprisonné, manipulé, séparé en deux personnalités (Night et Mare) ou foncièrement mauvais selon les cas, mais vivant.
Night vit un peu le syndrome d'Asriel. C'est parce que les fans d'Undertale n'ont pas pu accepter sa mort que les premiers AU's ont été créés. Et pour Dreamtale, il y a eu une telle mésentente à ce propos (car en lisant le Prologue, tout le monde était d'accord sur le fait que Nightmare Corrompu était...bah... Nightmare (je vous rassure c'était pas évident–)), que la majorité pense que c'est ça l'officiel.
On peut ajouter à cela le fait que la plupart du temps, dans les histoires très fanons, les deux autres arbres n'existent pas ou ne sont jamais mentionnés, que Corrompu (je refuse de l'appeler "Nightmare" tout simplement parce que ce n'est pas Nightmare), n'est pas une personne à part entière, voire n'existe pas du tout, que Dreamtale est un AU d'Undertale et donc fait de codes comme les autres AU's, mais tout cela dépend encore des gens selon leur interprétation et leurs connaissances vis-à-vis du vrai Dreamtale.
De manière plus tranchante, et si la frontière est toujours confuse : F!Dreamtale appartient au Multivers d'Undertale tandis que C!Dreamtale est son propre univers.
Vu que j'aime autant ces deux aspects l'un que l'autre et afin de mettre tout le monde d'accord, j'ai élaboré une mini théorie :
Le Dreamtale Fanon, étant le Dreamtale développé par les fans se basant sur la croyance que Nightmare Corrompu est plus ou moins Night, s'est tellement éloigné de son histoire d'origine (Il se consacre davantage sur la relation "frères brisés" des deux jumeaux, leur développement mutuel et leurs relations avec les personnages du Fandom Undertelien), qu'au fur et à mesure, en posant racines dans le monde d'Undertale et par l'influence des créateurs, Dreamtale se serait "dédoublé". Cette doublure aurait ensuite fusionné avec les codes du Multivers d'Undertale, parce que Dreamtale s'y est tellement bien intégré que cette version de lui a fini par s'imprimer au sein même du noyau et des codes. C'est pour ça qu'on ne mentionne pas toujours les autres arbres, étant donné qu'eux n'ont jamais rejoint le Multivers d'Undertale, voire qu'on ne les mentionne JAMAIS pour les AU's de Dreamtale comme Swapdream ou les Multivers alternatifs comme Dreamswap, Swapverse, etc. C'est pour ça que Dream et Nightmare existent dans les Multivers/AU's alternatifs et pas le reste (Vampireverse, Empireverse, Minuscultale et Cie)
Au final, cela donne deux Dreamtale :
Le Dreamtale Canon, qui appartient à Joku,
Le Dreamtale Fanon, qui appartient au FandomÀ Joku aussi.
Bah oui, ça reste Dreamtale en fait, donc ça appartient toujours à Joku quoi que veuillent les haters ◖눈ᴥ눈◗
Duh.
Également, cela n'empêche certainement pas d'imaginer des fanfics fanons qui se basent sur le C!Dreamtale, c'est même conseillé pour le mettre en avant comme il le mérite. D'où l'idée de séparer complètement ces versions, car les fans peuvent faire des fanfictions sur le Canon, et bien que fanon, ce ne sera pas la version F!Dreamtale.
Deux mondes prenant des chemins thématiques différents créés par l'incertitude de la mort de Night (comme un "Night de Schrodinger" ͡° ͜ · ͡°)
Théorie suivante !
☁︎ Lien Arbre des Sentiments/Créateurs :
C'est une question que je me suis posée en m'interrogeant sur les diverses attaques de Dream et Corrompu. Là où Dream a besoin d'un corps pour tenir, Corrompu possède tellement de pommes noires qu'il tient physiquement en place sans enveloppe charnelle, et à peu près correctement. Énergies positive et négative ont des fonctionnements différents ? Est-ce parce que Corrompu possède plus de pommes qu'il tient mieux ? Qu'est-ce l'énergie positive et négative dans Dreamtale ?
Au début, j'étais partie du principe que l'énergie, étant ce qui compose absolument toutes les choses existantes, les humains comme les monstres, pouvait être utilisée par Dream et Corrompu pour être convertie soit en énergie magique, soit en énergie physique. Comme Dream n'a qu'une pomme et possède un corps, il convertit cette énergie en énergie magique, ce pourquoi il possède une âme similaire à celle des humains et serait en mesure de guérir comme le fait la magie verte, ou faire des dégâts comme avec la magie blanche. Quant à Corrompu, ne possédant pas de corps propre et ayant amassé assez de puissance avec ses centaines de pommes, il serait obligé de convertir l'énergie négative en énergie physique. Cela nécessiterait beaucoup de puissance, et donc expliquerait pourquoi, malgré le fait qu'il soit plus fort que Dream, il n'est pas 999X plus fort que lui. Il utilise déjà une grande partie de son énergie à simplement... Tenir en place sans fondre.
J'avais également suggéré que si l'un venait à acquérir toutes les pommes, non seulement il bénéficierait d'un corps stable, mais en plus il serait capable de convertir cette énergie comme bon lui semblerait. Corrompu pourrait alors générer des attaques magiques ET avoir un corps physique.
Le truc, c'est que... Dreamtale ne fait pas partie d'Undertale en réalité. Donc il n'y a pas de dualité Magie/Physique. Et même en admettant que Dream convertisse cette énergie en énergie magique parce qu'il copie inconsciemment le fonctionnement de son monde d'adoption, j'ai vérifié et il attaque bien canoniquement avec de L'ÉNERGIE positive et pas de la magie à base d'énergie positive. Son âme est intégralement d'énergie positive étant donné que personne ne peut l'atteindre à par Corrompu. L'énergie apparaît sous plusieurs formes, mais je ne pense pas qu'on puisse maîtriser avec une forme aussi pure...
Tout cela peut encore tenir en place, mais ce qui me gêne le plus serait que l'énergie pure aurait... Un côté positif et un côté négatif ? Relatif aux sentiments qui plus est ? Pourquoi pas, mais ça me plaît pas trop.
Cette énergie est matérielle, palpable. On pourrait s'arrêter sur le fait que ce n'est qu'une énergie magique comme on en trouve partout dans les histoires et ne pas se poser plus de questions, et... Ouais, qu'on s'en fout un peu au final.
Mais j'adore me creuser la tête pour trouver des réponses aux questions que personne ne se pose alors je continue èwé–
À quelle sorte d'énergie cela ferait-il référence ? Pas l'énergie dans le sens scientifique, car elle est indépendante de quelconque émotion, tandis que dans Dreamtale, l'énergie positive par exemple, est reliée directement aux sentiments positifs.
Parce que arbre des SENTIMENTS–
Le plus plausible que j'ai trouvé, ce serait que les énergies positives et négatives soient liées à l'énergie spirituelle : les auras, la méditation, dont les preuves d'existence sont assez floue dans le monde des créateurs. Mais dans le monde de la fiction...? Et si ?
Cette énergie de la conscience existe, qu'elle soit réelle ou non. Et si elle ne se trouve pas dans le monde réel, tant qu'il y a des gens pour y croire, c'est qu'elle se trouve dans le monde de la fiction. Et si les fruits de l'arbre des sentiments étaient la manifestation physique et matérielle de cette énergie spirituelle produite par la conscience des créateurs ? Tout comme un monde est créé par un esprit créateur, et si Dream et Nightmare étaient les gardiens des sentiments de la fiction en tant qu'incarnation directe des émotions que les créateurs inculquent dans leurs œuvres ? Ça pourrait être la raison pour laquelle Dreamtale n'est pas fait de codes, car il est l'incarnation directe d'une philosophie et pas simple un univers de fiction parmi tant d'autres.
J'arrive pas à savoir si ça paraît trop évident ou au contraire trop tiré par les cheveux ^^"
C'est le concept dans Underverse qui m'y a fait penser... Il y a des références entre ce que sous-entend Nightmare dans 0.6 et les créateurs qui déchirent leurs propres univers, car ils sont emplis d'émotions négatives. Underverse n'est pas canon, mais rien n'empêche d'appliquer cette idée de lien créateur/sentiments dans Dreamtale.
Surtout que ça permet d'imaginer quelque chose d'encore plus gros et qui pourrait marcher par rapport aux trois arbres...
Mais avant cela, petite théorie sur Corrompu parce que plus on en apprend sur lui, plus ce personnage est... Mystérieux.
☁︎ Y'a quelque chose de pourri au Royaume de Dreamtale :
Depuis que j'ai su que les trois arbres faisaient partie non pas du Multivers d'Undertale mais de tous les autres Multivers, je me suis demandée pourquoi ce serait Corrompu qui incarnerait le Mal absolu, lui et pas un autre. Après tout, des seigneurs du mal, on en connait plein, n'est-ce pas ? N'est-ce pas un peu prétentieux de se dire au-dessus de tout le monde ?
Un détail cependant, une nuance, marque toute la différence.
Par définition, Corrompu n'incarne pas le Mal, mais les sentiments négatifs. Il les incarne parce qu'il est devenu leur gardien, leur porteur. Ce que je veux dire, c'est que les pommes noires et le Mal ne sont pas liés... Les pommes noires ne sont pas fondamentalement mauvaises, elles n'ont pas de conscience, elles sont neutres, elles existent pour l'équilibre et ont une utilité propre.
Corrompu est le Mal pour une autre raison. Il l'est parce qu'il est tout simplement mauvais. Si l'incarnation des sentiments négatifs est méchante, ce n'est pas parce que les émotions négatives ou les pommes sont méchantes, mais parce qu'elles sont elles-mêmes corrompues, aliénées par une conscience qui les manipule de façon irresponsable. Pourquoi l'Entité ressentirait-elle de la haine ? De la haine et pas du désespoir ou de l'effroi ? Parce qu'elle était déjà emplie de haine, ou bien qu'elle a une personnalité battante qui lui permettent d'exploiter cette émotion pour ses sombres projets. Signe que Corrompu ne serait pas digne d'être leur porteur ? Après tout il n'est pas leur gardien de base, c'était Nim, puis Nightmare.
Donc de ce point de vue là, cela ne l'empêche pas d'être une allégorie à l'échelle de toutes les dimensions (ou d'une grande zone des dimensions, si on n'aime pas le fait que Dreamtale soit lié à tous les univers de fiction.) Une allégorie des sentiments négatifs qui n'a pas lieu d'être et qui donne une image erronée de ce que sont les sentiments négatifs en réalité. Les sentiments négatifs ne sont ni bons ni mauvais, ils ne veulent aucun mal aux autres. Celui qui leur veut du mal, c'est l'Entité.
C'est un simple méchant qui a mis la main sur un pouvoir qui ne lui appartient pas.
...
Peut-être pas un "simple" méchant non plus ?
Car, autre théorie, je pense que Corrompu est ce quatrième gardien dont a parlé Joku. Premièrement parce que je ne sais pas qui il pourrait être d'autre, mais aussi parce qu'il est au courant pour les autres dimensions hors Undertale. Comment le saurait-il s'il ne venait pas de l'extérieur ? Qui serait ce quatrième gardien sinon, et pourquoi Joku le mentionnerait ? De plus, avec cette théorie, certains éléments s'emboitent, notamment sa stratégie de manipuler Nim (Nim est loin d'être idiote, il n'aurait sans doute pas réussi aussi facilement s'il ne la connaissait pas déjà un minimum), afin de créer Dream et Nightmare, divisant les forces, tout cela dans le but de trouver une enveloppe tout en prenant possession de l'arbre des Sentiments...
Comme un plan réfléchi depuis des années et des années. Ajoutant l'anecdote que les gardiens des arbres ne seraient pas les gardiens originaux et que Nim aurait appris quelque chose d'affreux à propos d'eux avant de partir pour Undertale, on pourrait penser qu'une menace pourrie tirait déjà les ficelles dans l'ombre, bien avant la naissance de nos chers jumeaux.
Mais alors, que chercherait Corrompu ? Quel serait son plan final ? Répandre la négativité sur toutes les dimensions et régner en maître en tant que Dieu vivant ?
Très beau programme... Mais et si on poussait légèrement plus loin ?
☁︎ Les Sentiments, la Vie, la Magie :
Pourquoi trois arbres ? Pourquoi CES trois arbres ? Pourquoi les placer au centre des Multivers ? Pourquoi les sentiments, la vie et la magie sont le cœur des mondes ? Quel lien peut-on leur donner ?
Les sentiments, bon ok, ça marche... La vie et la mort, logique... La magie ? Pourquoi la magie ? La magie n'est pas un élément nécessaire dans les Multivers, parfois elle est même inexistante... Pourquoi un arbre de la magie et pas un arbre des âmes, ou encore un arbre des vertus et des péchés par exemple ? Undertale est très lié à la magie, mais c'est pas le cas de tous les mondes...
C'est là qu'on reprend l'idée comme quoi les pommes sont les formes matérialisées des sentiments que les créateurs appliquent à leurs œuvres... Est-ce que ça marche aussi avec la Magie et la Vie ?
Et oui. Les arbres ne se contentent pas de s'occuper des Sentiments, de la Vie et de la Mort et de la Magie... Ils reflètent ce dont ont besoin les créateurs pour créer.
Les sentiments, comme on l'a dit, sont exactement ce qui permet de trouver l'inspiration, d'alimenter l'imagination comme on entretient un feu. Tant que les sentiments demeurent, la passion et l'inspiration aussi.
La vie, elle, est tout simplement ce qui permet à une œuvre d'être, de rester. La vie est le nid dans lequel baigne l'esprit, elle rassemble les expériences du créateur, les loge, les préserve. On pourrait aussi dire que plus il y a de vies pour être témoin d'une œuvre, plus une œuvre est dite réelle.
L'inspiration, d'accord... Le terrain, d'accord... Mais qu'est-ce qui manque pour créer quelque chose à partir de rien ? Pour rendre vrai l'irréel ? Matériel l'immatériel ?
Rien de plus qu'un peu de magie ✨ !
Pas la magie qu'on trouve en fiction avec des sorciers et qui suit une pseudo logique scientifique, non... La magie dans le sens : croire en quelque chose d'irrationnel. Croire que ces mondes existent, avoir foi sans avoir besoin de preuve. Accepter l'imagination. Pas dans une connotation religieuse, mais plus dans le sens : Magie = Suspension consentie d'incrédulité.
Les Sentiments : Le combustible.
La Vie : Le comburant.
La Magie : L'étincelle.
Le triangle du feu est complet.
À eux trois, et si ces arbres formaient l'équivalent de la Triforce de la Création elle-même ?
Les Sentiments pour la stimuler, la Vie pour la maintenir, la Magie pour la concrétiser.
Que se passerait-il, si par malheur, un être mal attentionné parvenait à s'emparer du pouvoir de ces trois arbres ? Quelles en seraient les conséquences ? Au final, peut-être que cette Entité mystérieuse ne désire pas seulement la pomme dorée dont Dream a la garde ?
Et si ces trois arbres marchent très bien ensemble, de quoi s'occuperait le quatrième gardien ?
Il serait le gardien originel ?
Ou l'exact opposé de la Création : la Destruction et le Néant ?
(Et vous, qu'en pensez-vous :3 ? Avez-vous des théories à propos de ce qui va se passer dans la suite de Dreamtale ?)
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Caution and Care Pt. 1
Welcome to a prequel series to the dantimadmare horned!omegaverse that we can all thank @bookwormscififan for convincing me to write XD
I'm not sure how long this will be, but I just couldn't stop thinking about how Dark, Anti, and Mad became mates before Mare joined
There will very likely be some spice because I am weak
Summary: Anti and Mad are omegas that were kicked out of their home pack and left to fend for themselves on the streets to the point that they're starving, sick, and huddled together in an ally, praying for the rain to stop and that the night won't be too cold. Dark, an alpha running a business that one wouldn't call the most legal, finds Anti and Mad in the ally and convinces them to come to his Manor to heal. Little did the three know how close they would become.
Lost and Found
Dark looked like any other intimidating alpha at first glance. Tall stature, broad shoulders, and horns almost pitch black. He dressed in a suit that cost more than the gold watch he was glancing at, checking the time as he headed for his car. The phone he returned to his ear was the same black as his horns, and so was the umbrella he held. The rain had calmed since earlier that morning, but there was still a steady drizzle. The gray clouds above made it hard to see the setting sun’s colors, showing it would get dark soon.
“I parked a few blocks away. I’ll be there soon. There are some new…” Dark’s voice trailed off when he thought he heard a whimper down the ally beside him. “I have to go.” He hung up the call and waited to see if that sound had happened. It was only a few seconds before there was another whimper. The whimper was a pain-filled one, with some heavy coughs following.
Dark couldn’t stop his feet from heading down the ally, something telling him that whoever was coughing and whimpering needed help.
“Hello?” Dark called and watched as something moved beside the dumpster, where more coughing stemmed from. “Hello?” He called again as he neared the dumpster. “Oh.”
“Go away!” An omega hissed at Dark. The omega was soaked from the rain, gaunt in the face like he hadn’t eaten in weeks, but he was using his slightly larger body to cover another omega who looked worse off. The smaller omega was trembling, curled up, and his body convulsed with each cough.
“You guys need to get out of the rain.” Dark held his umbrella away from himself and over the omegas, getting another hiss.
“I said go away! I know how you alphas are. You can fuck off!”
“My name’s Dark.” Dark kept a soft, calm tone. He could tell the omega was scared, and based on what he just said, he couldn’t blame him. “Can I at least help you get back home?”
“We don’t have one.” The omega tried to keep his own harsh tone, but it broke a little at that admission.
“I have a Manor, a large building with endless spare rooms. I have a doctor who can help you two get better. We have warm water and fresh food.” Dark could see how each thing he said made the omega look down at the other, swallowing thickly as the smaller omega started coughing again. “You can leave at any time. Just let me at least help you get back on your feet.”
“Why?” The omega asked in almost a whisper. “Why are you offering this? What are you expecting in return?” That look in the omega’s eyes told Dark so many things.
“Because you two don’t deserve to die out here, and I don’t expect anything.” Dark could tell the omega didn’t fully believe him, but he nodded.
“Okay.” The omega started moving, body shaking lightly as he slowly stood up. “Mad, we’re moving.” He spoke to the other omega, trying to pick him up.
“Anti?” The smaller omega’s voice was hoarse.
“I can help.” Dark started reaching over, pulling his hands back when the omega, Anti, hissed at him, stopping short of biting him.
“Don’t touch him.” Anti was clearly using what little strength his body had left to stand with the other omega, with Mad.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. My car’s a block away. I don’t think you can get that far on your own.” Dark tucked his umbrella away under his armpit, uncaring of getting himself wetter and wanting both hands to help the omegas.
“I got it.” Anti wrapped Mad’s arm across his shoulders and managed a few steps before his legs buckled, and he fell to his knees.
“Please, let me help.” Dark waited as Anti seemed to be swallowing his pride.
“Fine.” Anti tried getting back up and stiffened at Dark’s hands on himself and Mad. He tightened his hold on Mad as Dark practically carried both of them out of the ally and down the sidewalk. Dark didn’t like how light the two felt. How long were they out here on their own?
“Here we go.” Dark opened the back door to his car and guided the two in. After ensuring they were in and sitting, he went to his trunk, popped it open, and pulled out the spare towels he kept back there. Dark placed the folded towels on Anti’s lap. “Just to help give you a head start drying off.” He explained before closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat.
Dark adjusted his rearview mirror to check on Anti and Mad. Anti was drying off Mad the best he could before wrapping one of the towels around his shoulders. He used another like a blanket on himself and wrapped his arms around Mad, a hint of a soothing purr coming from him as he and Mad curled up against each other.
Dark could also get a better look at their faces. Anti had a cut on the side of his neck, an old one that seemed to be beginning to heal, and he noticed that a horn was broken, a chunk of the tip missing. His eyes were soft blue, and his short hair was the same dark brown as his horns. Mad had freckles covering his whole face, eyes a deep hazel, and his short, wavey hair and horns were a lighter brown than Anti’s. He didn’t seem to have any visible wounds, but who knows what he’s seen.
Dark felt a strange warmth in his chest, assuming it was caused by being able to tell that the two omegas had been through a lot. Dark has had his fair share of hell, and perhaps he had a strong desire to help since he understood all too well. He turned the heat up and turned on the seat warmers before he drove off for the Manor.
x~x~x
“There you are, Dark. How was that-” Wilford, an alpha even larger than Dark with dyed pink hair and horns painted with light blue swirls, had his question stop when he saw Dark walking into the Manor with two soaking wet omegas. JJ, his omega mate with silver chains and diamonds wrapped around his horns, made a worried squeak at the scene. “What happened? Are they okay?” Wilford went over to help and stepped away, hands up in the air, when he got hissed at by Anti. It only took JJ a second to catch on.
“Wilford, go start a hot bath in a spare room. Dark, let’s get them to that room, and then you go get Edward.” JJ’s voice sounded strained as if speaking was painful, but he was talking casually, showing that it was just how his voice came out. “Go.” He shooed Wilford away with his hands. Wilford nodded and jogged off. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of those wet clothes and warmed up soon enough.” JJ gently placed a hand on Anti’s shoulder, and Dark was shocked that Anti allowed it. However, that shock lasted for only a second. JJ was an omega, likely seeming much safer than Wilford or himself since they were alphas. “What are your names?” JJ asked as the four of them walked.
“I’m Anti, and this is Mad,” Anti answered.
“I’m JJ, and that big goof you saw earlier is my mate Wilford.”
“Big goof?” Anti repeated with a little chuckle.
“Most of the alphas that work here are.” JJ gestured with his head toward Dark and got another chuckle from Anti. Dark felt himself relaxing as Anti and Mad did the same.
“Water is warm and filling up the tub,” Wilford said as the others entered the room.
“Good, good, now you two go. This is for omegas only.” JJ placed his hands on Dark and Wilford’s backs, walking them out of the room.
“Are you sure you can-”
“I will call if I need help. Go get Edward and make some food for them..” JJ stopped Dark’s question and closed the door. “Let’s get you two cleaned up, shall we?”
“I can take care of us if you don’t want to,” Anti said, clearly still too weak to walk much on his own, let alone bring Mad with him.
“Oh, nonsense; if I didn’t want to help. I would have gone off.” JJ clicked his tongue and returned to helping Mad and Anti walk, guiding them to the bathroom. Just the steam in the air alone felt so good to Mad and Anti, the warmth so calm and inviting. “When was the last time you two ate?” He asked as he helped get the wet clothing off of Mad while Anti undressed, hands shaking but moving with determination.
“Too long,” Mad answered softly, hugging himself when his body was bare.
“We’ll get you nice and full as well. I bet a home-cooked meal will help you even more.” JJ guided Mad into the tub, and Anti climbed in with him, using the wall as leverage. A groan escaped both of their lips as they sat down in the water. Mad took a deep inhale and started coughing harshly. “Oh dear, we’ll have Edward look into that cough.”
“He doesn’t have a fever. I don’t know what’s causing it.” Anti said.
“Maybe a bug or something. Edward’s a talented doctor and will get you two good as new as quickly as possible.” JJ grabbed a cleaning rag and dunked it into the water. He took one of the soaps, squirted it on the rag, and cleaned Mad’s back.
“I’m shocked you’re not asking how Dark found us.” Anti let himself sink a little more into the water.
“Dark’s found most of us on the streets. I assumed you’re likely the same, and if I’m wrong, then it’s none of my concern unless you wish to tell me.” JJ softly smiled when Mad began to purr.
“Is this just a big home for abandoned people or something? Does he have a bunch of omegas hidden away here?”
“I was actually the only omega before you two arrived. Everyone else here are alphas. The business kind of calls for that.”
“Business?”
“Now, that’s something I’m not allowed to explain without Dark’s permission. But I promise you’re not in any danger.” JJ handed Mad the rag and let him try cleaning the rest of himself, mostly only needing his arms aside from his hair. He got a new rag, repeated the prepping process, and moved to Anti’s side of the tub.
“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Anti muttered, turning and letting JJ clean his back off. It had been so long since he’d gotten cleaned by a fellow omega or even just clean in general, and it internally hugged that need within him.
“It’s complicated,” JJ said.
“Is this shampoo?” Mad asked, grabbing one of the bottles from the side of the tub. He got a nod from JJ and then started using his hands to wet his hair.
“Sounds like the stuff you’re doing is illegal.” Anti hummed and had his comment confirmed when JJ didn’t respond. “Strangely enough, that makes me feel better.”
“How?” JJ asked, working on cleaning Anti’s shoulders and pausing at the sight of the wound on his neck. He tried to ignore the broken horn, but the wound made it stick out even more. JJ wanted to ask what happened and what caused this. Horns were a massive pride point for anyone, so bringing up a horn’s damage was taboo, and that kept those questions sealed away.
“Come here, Mad.” Anti beckoned Mad over to him with his hands. He took the shampoo and poured some into his hands before scrubbing it into Mad’s hair. Mad relaxed against Anti and started purring right away. “And it’s because if you’re telling the truth about being the only omega and you only smell of your mate, then what’s happening here doesn’t involve hurting omegas.”
“Smart man.” JJ softly chuckled, being as gentle as possible with wetting Anti’s hair and scrubbing some shampoo into it as well.
“That’s Mad. He’s the smart one of us.” Anti leaned into the touch.
“If he’s the smart one, I’m a little concerned about just how intelligent he is.”
“You should be.”
“Hello?” A voice spoke from the bedroom door.
“That’s Edward,” JJ explained, rinsing his hands off in the water before getting up. “Give me a moment, and I’ll help you two get out of the tub. There’s some spare clothing in the bedroom, and I’ll see what I can find to fit you.” Anit just nodded to show that he understood. JJ stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door.
“Are we staying here, Anti?” Mad asked.
“For a bit. They promised food and a doctor’s going to check on you. If things look too dodgy, we’ll sneak out.” Anti started using his hands to cup some water and began rinsing Mad’s hair.
“I hope it’s nice here. I miss being in a home.” Mad sighed.
“I know. And sleeping on a soft, clean bed sounds so good.” Anti checked that all of the soap was gone from Mad’s hair before hugging him, resting his head on his shoulder, and having his soapy hair facing away from Mad’s neck. “Maybe we’ll get lucky, and we can live here. But I’ll need to figure out these alphas first.”
“I think we’ll be okay here.”
“You’re already sounding better by just taking a bath. Hopefully, that doctor of theirs is a good one.”
“Yeah.” Mad’s voice trailed off, showing that what little energy burst he had gotten had worn off.
“I’ll bite them if they’re not.” Anti’s threat got Mad to giggle.
“It’s me,” JJ said before walking back into the bathroom, holding some clothing in his hands. “They have some food cooking for you to eat after a quick look over by Edward. Let’s finish your hair and get you both dried off and dressed.” He sat the clothing down on the toilet and started rinsing the soap from Anti’s hair.
“What all is this Edward wanting to do?” Anti asked.
“Temperature, weight, make sure you don’t have any infections. He’ll probably want a closer look at your neck and horn.” JJ wasn’t shocked when Anti placed a hand over the broken part of his horn.
“It’s fine,” Anti muttered.
“It’s better to be safe than sorry. I’ll stay in the room if you’d like.” JJ stood up and helped Mad to his feet, getting him out of the tub and wrapping a towel around him.
“Please,” Mad said softly, hugging himself with the towel, enjoying how soft and fluffy it was.
“Are you okay with that?” JJ asked Anti, helping him from the tub next and wrapping a towel around him, too.
“If Mad is, then I am.” Anti stated, trying to sound neutral, but JJ could tell he was also thankful for the offer.
“I’m not sure how well these will fit you, but they’re clean and dry.” JJ helped both of them get dressed, having caught on to Anti’s protection of Mad, and got him dressed first. “Not too bad,” JJ said after Mad and Anti had the clothing on. He had grabbed the same size for both of them, and it was a little big on Anti, making it a little bigger than that on Mad. “Are you ready? Edward’s likely already set up in the room for you two.” JJ waited as Mad took Anti’s hand and squeezed it.
“We’re ready,” Anti said with a nod.
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I'm a sucker for lullabies, like maybe Mad walks in on Mare playing a lullaby or Mare sings Mad to sleep with a lullaby? I think it'd be sweet! But I feel that too, not gonna lie! I hope you feel better tomorrow and your brain stops being a drama queen!
The brain just wants to be acknowledged more some days XD
And thank you <3
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“I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight.” Mad sighed, lying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.
“What makes you say that?” Mare asked. He was across the room and finishing up getting dressed for the night.
“I don’t know. My brain is just doing that weird buzzing that just keeps going and going, and I can’t sleep when it does that.” Madd explained, holding his hands in the air and gesturing with them, trying to see if he could form his words with them as well but giving up and letting them plop back down. “I guess it just starts thinking about everything I need or could do, and then it tells me I shouldn’t be laying down, I should be productive, and sleep doesn’t do anything, and blah blah blah.” This time, Mad lifted a hand to make a talking motion with it.
“What do you usually do when that happens?” Mare picked the dirty clothes off the floor and dropped them into their hamper.
“Usually, I get stuck in this gross cycle of wanting to get up and do things and telling myself I should sleep and just lay paralyzed as I stare at nothing until the sun comes up, and I can justify being awake.” Mad sounded exhausted from just saying that.
“Well, maybe I can offer some help?” Mare got into the bed with Mad.
“You can try.” Mad shrugged, waiting until Mare was comfortable on his back before he rolled over and put himself on top of his chest. “I’ve read that distractions can help and that melatonin could be a good assistance, but I don’t know.”
“I was actually thinking of the first one. Something simplistic might be the best cure.” Mare started rubbing Mad’s back.
“What are you thinking?” Mad tilted his head so he could look at Mare’s face.
“A lullaby,” Mare stated with confidence.
“Lullaby?”
“I mean, you like my voice, don’t you?”
“I do. A lot. But I’m not a baby.”
“Lullabies aren’t just for babies.”
“If you think I can work, go for it.” Mad sighed and adjusted himself to be more comfortable.
“The first step is to decide what kind of lullaby. I could always do the one from Shark Boy and Lava Girl.” Mare grinned when Mad was looking at him once more.
“The what?”
“Oh, you’re getting cultured right now, starlight.” Mare chuckled and cleared his throat before he started singing. “Close your eyes, shut your mouth. Dream a dream and get us out. Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream~”
“That’s a lullaby?” Mad started laughing.
“Hit the hay fast asleep. Dream a dream, you little bleep~”
“Mare, stop!” Mad’s laugh got louder.
“What? Not working?” Mare joined in on the laughs.
“Not at all!”
“Such a shame.”
“You’ll have to try the first step again.” Mad giggled, and he felt Mare run his hand through his hair, keeping his other hand still rubbing at his back.
“I got it. Close your eyes and just relax.” Mare watched as Mad did as told, relaxing against him and showing he trusted him fully. He kissed Mad’s head and started singing again, this time much softer and slower.
“Starlight, star bright, the night is always shining. The sky is clear. I’ll hold you dear. Until the sun is rising.”
Mare had his hands moving as he continued to sing, feeling Mad’s body relaxing more and more, his breathing deepening and deepening, and soon, Mad had drifted off.
“Told you it’d work,” Mare whispered and kissed Mad’s head again. “Goodnight, starlight.”
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You get three guesses as to which soul steed belongs to which sister... XD Meet these two and see if you're right below the cut!
Zombie Anthem: Nicknamed Anthem, Zombie, Zamboni, Antsy, and WOAH
Anthem puts the Wild in Jorvik Wild, she has one gear, and that's Go (Epic Winning) Despite her size and build, Anthem has surprising elasticity and extension and can take off like a track thoroughbred when let loose, She will however, leave a wake of what looks like the aftermath of a meteor shower that ended the dinosaurs. Her high energy and agility make her an unlikely barrel racer. She also enjoys other exercises in reining. She also enjoys Liberty and tricks.
She of course is the Soul Steed of Freja
Shadowborn : Nicknamed Shadow, Shad, and Milady
Shadowborn is Anthem's full sister but the differences between them are night and day. Shadow is adept in lateral work and a shoe-in for high dressage. Be that as it may she shares a mischief streak with Anthem and is a force to be reckoned with. She may be refined, but she will not hesitate to kick any wayward ruffian through the head with masterful technique and poise.
She is the Soul Steed and Main Mount of Athena
Both of these mares will make it well known when they don't like something and are highly expressive. They picked the Jagerlieds at a horse festival shortly after the sister's started settling into the island. Gary was extremely happy the sisters would not be split up after growing up together.
#ssoblr#star stable art#star stable online#jortrouble#jortroubleart#sso fanart#star stable oc#soul steed#Shadowborn#ZombieAnthem#athenaart#frejaart#jortrouble refs
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ASOS; Steel and Snow: 19 TYRION III (pages 254-272)
Tyrion gets new job as Master of Coin while the Council divides their new lands, then Tywin vies for Westeros' Biggest Pile of Trash Disguised as a Father award, while Cersei and Tyrion learn of his plans to marry them off.
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Tyrion had claimed Pycelle's old place by the foot, propped up by cushions so he could see. (...)The Grand Maester was a shambling skeleton, leaning heavily on a twisted cane and shaking as he walked, a few white hairs sprouting from his long chicken's neck in place of his once-luxuriant white beard. Tyrion gazed at him without remorse.
Good. Now push him down some stairs. A stolen chair is not enough.
Mace Tyrell spoke up. "Is there anything more pointless as a king without a kingdom? No, it's plain, the boy must abandon the riverlands, join his forces to Roose Bolton's once more, and throw all his strength against Moat Cailin. That's what I would do."
yes, well... we have (not so) conflicting reports on your intelligence, so excuse us if we don't rush.
(advance warning: I am Very mean today. I have a headache. get so many, at this point you could call me Rita Repulsa... pfff. Reader Repulsa XD)
... Mace Tyrell and Littelfinger, Shuttheduckup Challenge 2023.
"A Lannister?"Tyrion had a bad feeling about this.
*gasp* we're in a Star Wars!
"- Why should we pay for what he has given us for free? The best thing to do about our lord of Pyke is nothing, in my view. Granted enough time, a better option may well present itself. One that does not require the king to give up half his kingdom."
Tyrion watched his father closely. There something he's not saying. He remembered those important letters Lord Tywin had been writing the night Tyrion had demanded Casterly Rock. What was it he said? Some battles are won with swords and spears, others with quills and ravens... He wondered who the "better option" was, and what sort of price he was demanding.
I hate Tywin. I think it might be worse that he's clever enough to shuffle plans like this.
The enmity had waned a bit after Dorne became part of the Seven Kingdoms... until the Dornish prince they called the Red Viper had crippled the young heir of Highgarden in a tourney.
"red viper"? isn't that the Mandalorian one... Oberyn? The one coming for the Seat? Ohhhhhh. >:3c I sense Drama.
The eunuch drew a parchment from his sleeve. "A kraken has been seen off the Fingers. (...) Not a Greyjoy, mind you, a true kraken. (...) Sailors from the Jade Sea report a three-headed dragon has hatched in Qarth, and is the wonder of the city-"
So the three-headed dragon is actually Dany's triplets, obviously, but are we sure 'true kraken' mean an actual tentacle waving, cephalopodal kraken and not, say, Euron. ... !!! Oh no! terrible thought: Euron with a pet kraken.
... Tyrion all like "let's not mutilate men, and send them to the penal colony instead because the folks there aren't completely awful and I said I'd send men,"
Tywin all like "No, they hurt my feelings, so now they will rue the day."
Tywin's death was so justified.
... Ah, so Petyr told the Lannisters about the Sansa/Willas plot. Do you think he knew that it would start the Sansa/Tyrion ship line? or did he just think they'd flat shut the Tyrells down on that one and keep Sansa nice and toasty for Petyr's convenience? (I just feel like it's a hidden theme, characters like Sam and Sansa being smarter than they give themselves credit for, while men like Petyr and Renly are less clever than they think they are.)
"So long as you remain unwed, you allow Stannis to spread his disgusting slander," Lord Tywin told his daughter. "You must have a new husband in your bed, to father children on you."
"Three children is quite sufficient. I am Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, not a brood mare! I am Queen Regent!"
"You are my daughter, and will do as I command."
Look. Cersei is a horrible person, but on this one...
*Slams the steel chair into Tywin's head so hard his skull cracks like an egg with calcium deficiency.*
Urrgh! That's just like, the Whole Thing, though, isn't it? Cersei is the most powerful woman in the Seven Kingdoms (team Lannister edition) and it's still worthless next to Tywin. It's still not enough for her to be in control of her own life and choices. Cersei is Not a Good Person, but I can see so clearly how she got here, and I feel so sorry for her.
"His Grace the royal pustule has made Sansa's life a misery since the day her father died, and now that she is finally rid of Joffrey you propose to marry her to me. That seems singularly cruel. Even for you, Father."
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"She is no more than a child."
It's nice that you're aware. But I've heard that might not last very long, so I'll savour it while it's here.
Tywin: I keep trying to marry you off, but it turns out every lord in the Seven Kingdoms is as ableist as I am, so forced child bride who has no ability to refuse it is. She even comes with a castle of her own, sort of, so I don't have to give you mine.
"Tywin Lannister." That's a strange way to spell "abusive crapwad."
This man is trash. complete trash, and not even the classy kind you're supposed to recycle.
... *bops Tyrion with the steel chair for his reaction about Lollys*
"- And the grandmother was some woman he'd brought back from the east. (...) no one could pronounce her name. -"
Because they were racist and didn't bother trying? Or because their accents garbled the pronunciation so bad she told them to stop trying?
(I actually read a story about a young woman in... a student exchange program I think it was, and she was in... America? One of the English (as the primary language) speaking countries and she took on a localised nickname right away, because she was aware they couldn't pronounce her name correctly, that they'd have trouble with the pronunciation. Except for this one boy, who was convinced he and he alone could pronounce her name correctly, so he harassed her until she told him what her birth name was, and then he confidently proceeded to call her by that instead of the nickname she asked to be called for months. And yes, he was saying her name wrong the entire time, refusing to listen when she said he wasn't and wanted him to use her nickname instead.
And like, I know that doesn't sound like it should be all that annoying, people say words with accents all the time and it's either funny or sexy, but it is annoying, trust me. Having your name mispronounced repeatedly and confidently like it's no issue is so freaking frustrating. My irl name isn't even uncommon, I'm from Australia, so you can imagine how bland my name is, it's a generic western name, but I had this teacher once, who was from America, and she had the heaviest twang in her accent, and she would always, always, always stress the first vowel of my name as a hard vowel when it's a lazy vowel. And technically she was using my name, but that is not how you pronounce it and therefore that is not my name!! Stahp!!!)
"- Maegi they called her. (...) Half of Lannisport used to go to her for cures and love potions and the like."
Wonderful, bring even more doubt and concern into the Robb/Jeyne relationship.
(Like I have no doubt Robb could have been seduced easily in his medicated and emotionally compromised state and then had his sense of honour drive him to marriage, but I guarantee this line has had a small handful of people go "it was love potions 100%, no other way such a Good Boy like Robb could have done something so silly." Despite the fact the series is all about people making dumb choices with the best intentions.)
... oh right, Tywin committed genocide against entire families and is the reason we had The Rains of Castamere.
#a storm of swords#steel and snow#a song of ice and fire#tyrion lannister#a chapter a day reading#asos#asoiaf
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https://www.tumblr.com/soldier-requests/742779174051364864/hello-can-i-ask-for-a-playlist-for-a?source=share
hello, sorry for not specifying. nothing from a certain media, the kintype in general. but if a character can help with it, something like Barbatos from obey me!, but I don't kin him. he isn't stated as a realitywarper anyway-
and about songs.. things like Six Forty Seven by insupendo ; Solitude from Candlemass and Vermillion by Slipknot?
thank you for your hardwork :). [please tag @orderling when you're done.]
hello!! okay i gotcha now, thanks for clarifying; hopefully you like whatever i ended up finding ^_^.
and thank you! i appreciate the compliment :]].
(@orderling)
under a cut because this one's pretty long XD.
songs go like "song" + "artist"
dividers from @/just-my-latest-hyperfixation and @/baexywth
"Falling" + "Instupendo"
"128" + "machingum"
"This Could Build Us a Home" + "The Garden"
"Where Is My Mind" + "Safari Riot" and "Grayson Sanders"
"Vanished" + "Crystal Castles"
"Suffer With Me" + "líue"
"LOVELY BASTARDS" + "ZWE1HVNDXR" and "yatashigang"
"Catalysts for Her Awakening" + "Avith Ortega"
"Insidious" + "joseph bishara"
"The Sound Of Your Fear" + "Midi Blossom"
"Key" + "C418"
"It's Playtime" + "MOB Games"
"Browser History" + "Graham Kartna"
"A Burning Memory" + "Reece Moseley"
"warm nights" + "Xori"
"Lavender Town" + "8-Bit Arcade"
"Lavender Town" + "Bitmaster"
"you not the same" + "TileKid"
"Judah's Lullaby" + "REPULSIVE"
"Kyomi's Lullaby" + "REPULSIVE"
"バラック集落" (In English: "Barrack Settlements" or "Barracks") + "Kikiyama"
"PP1" + "Frakkur"
"Deep Swim" + "Windows 96"
"Sony" + "VHS LOGOS"
"Implanted Memories" + "Infinity Frequencies"
"The descent" + "Infinity Frequencies"
"Agony" (Instrumental) + "Scammacist"
"Echoes of Tranquility" + "Nocturne"
"Stars Will Fall" + "Duster"
"Choking on Flowers" + "Fox Academy"
"Dust Collector" + "YG Hypnos"
"Memoir #02 [06.12.09]" + "Maria Pseftoga" and "May Roosevelt"
"The Lobotomy" + "Maebi"
"Year Zero" + "Ghost"
"Con Clavi Con Dio" + "Ghost"
"Prime Mover" + "Ghost"
"Call Me Little Sunshine" + "Ghost"
"The Killer in My Skull" + "Alastor"
"I'll Cut You Down" + "Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats"
"Them!" + "Acid Mammoth"
"Strong Reflection" + "Mars Red Sky"
"Prehistoric Dog" + "Red Fang"
"The Culling" + "Chelsea Wolfe"
"Christ is Dead" + "Crypt Sermon"
"Beneath the Torchfire Glare" + "Crypt Sermon"
"Mare of the Night" + "Below"
"The Coven" + "Below"
"Seeds of the Desolate" + "Solitude Aeturnus"
"Fallen Empire" + "Dawn Of Winter"
"Ragnaradi Eve" + "Scald"
"In the Open Sea" + "Scald"
"Black Colossus" + "Funeral Circle"
"Scion of Infinity" + "Funeral Circle"
"Spiritus Mortis" + "I Am a Name on Your Funeral Wreath"
"Lost Horizons" + "Memento Mori"
"The Sword Woman" + "Smoulder"
"The Poltergeist" + "Count Raven"
"Beyond the Horizon" + "Isole"
"Among the Exalted" + "Godthrymm"
"Wolf God" + "Grand Magus"
"Here Be Monsters" + "Apocalypse Orchestra"
"Bring Me To Life" + "Evanescence"
"Break Stuff" + "Limp Bizkit"
"Bodies" + "Drowning Pool"
"Down with the Sickness" + "Disturbed"
"Yuve Yuve Yu" + "The HU"
"Up to the Flames" + "Ludovico Technique"
"Framed In Blood" (Remastered 2006) + "The 69 Eyes"
"Heavy Lies The Crown" + "In Fear And Faith"
"Last Man Stranded" + "In Fear And Faith"
"A Fire On A Hill" + "Hands Like Houses"
"Let Me In" + "Dead Silence Hides My Cries"
"Murder Mitten" + "I See Stars"
"Melancholia" + "Dark Sarah"
"Every Little Thing" + "Dishwalla"
"The Air-Conditioned Nightmare" + "Mr. Bungle"
"The Diary Of Jane" + "Breaking Benjamin"
"Truth" + "Seether"
"Woohoo" + "Fleshwater"
"Waking the Demon" + "Bullet For My Valentine"
"Orchid" (Remastered 2014) + "Black Sabbath"
"Neon Knights" (Remastered 2008) + "Black Sabbath"
"Holy Diver" + "Dio"
"Rainbow in the Dark" + "Dio"
"Anesthesia" + "Type O Negative"
"Nettie" + "Type O Negative"
"Love You to Death" + "Type O Negative"
"Haunted" (Per Version) + "Type O Negative"
"Rev 22-20" + "Puscifer"
"Dragonaut" + "Sleep"
#playlists | ''This reminds me of someone...''#anonymous request#orderling#🤷idk LOL#otherkin#realitywarperkin#reality warper kin#obscurekin#obscure kin#kin music#kin playlist
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Snoggletog Songs
Happy Snoggletog everybody! If you don’t know them, here are the lyrics to some classic Snoggletog carols XD. Enjoy the holidays everyone!
Sleipnir The Eight Legged Stallion
Sleipnir the eight legged stallion
Born when Loki was a mare
And if you ever saw him
You would surely stop and stare!
All of the other horses
Noble steeds of Asgards Hall
Think he is kind of a freak
You should hear the names they call!
Then one stormy winters eve
Odin came to say
“I need a mount who’s swift of foot
And who’s not just stuffed with hay!”
Sleipnir the eight legged stallion
Came prancing up and volunteered
For having eight legs made him faster
So into battle he was steered!
Now when the wild hunt thunders
As through the stormy night they ride
Sleipnir the eight legged stallion
And Odin lead the hunt with pride!
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Mingling Smells
Mingling smells, jingling bells
Snoggletog is here!
It’s dark and cold, we’re missing toes
But let’s have a cup of cheer!
No crops to grow, the fields fallow
The sheep are in their fold
As snow falls down, let’s gather round
And hear the tales of old!
Skalds sing sagas long
Of gods and of great men
We all sing along
And clap and dance and then
We will stoke the fire
Drink ale and call for more
As we listen to the tales
Of the great heroes yore!
Mingling smells, jingling bells
Snoggletog is here!
It’s dark and cold, we’re missing toes
But let’s have a cup of cheer!
No crops to grow, the fields fallow
There’s no jobs for us here
So have a blast, cos it won’t last
We’ll be back to work next year!
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The Wild Hunt Is Coming To Town
You’d better stay put
You’d better not cry
You’d better not look
I’m telling you why
The Wild Hunt is coming to town!
Through the night they ride
Keep out of their way
Best to stay inside
Lock the doors and pray
The Wild Hunt is coming to town!
They ride out from Valhalla
A huge and mighty horde
Roaring all their battle cries
Armed with shields and spears and swords!
You’d better stay put
You’d better not cry
You’d better not look
I’m telling you why
The Wild Hunt is coming to town!
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Deck The Halls (With Trophy Glory)
Deck the Halls with trophy glory, Fa la la la la la la la!
Skulls of enemies so gory, Fa la la la la la la la!
Hang up all the spoils of battle, Fa la la la la la la la!
Whilst we sacrifice some cattle, Fa la la la la la la la!
In the hearth we burn a huge log, Fa la la la la la la la!
In the kitchens roast a great hog, Fa la la la la la la la!
Flowing free the mead and ale, Fa la la la la la la la!
Drunkards throwing up in pails, Fa la la la la la la la!
Shut the doors, keep out the weather, Fa la la la la la la la!
If only this could last forever, Fa la la la la la la la!
Warm and well fed, by the fire, Fa la la la la la la la!
But for now let’s stoke it higher, Fa la la la la la la la!
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WIP Wednesday - Between You, Me & The Fence Post
I’ve been tagged over the last couple weeks by @glassbearclock @ejunkiet @pearl-kite & @dominimoonbeam but have been too busy to do any proper writing lol now that things have quieted and I’ve been able to actually create stuff, I’m well overdue for a proper update! And what a shock, the damned Ranch AU has me in a chokehold again XD tagging @lovelylonerliterature @solclaw and anyone else who wants to join in!!
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The lively energy from the celebratory dinner carried on well after the food was gone. Which was saying something, considering how much had been made. Milo and Arden had regaled everyone with the events of the rodeo, including a very detailed recounting of how Milo had gotten injured, courtesy of Arden. (Milo had made a very valiant attempt to hide under the chair, but Asher kept his hand latched around the wrangler’s good arm, massive grin in place as he listened very intently to the tale)
Now, they all sat on the porch, drinking and laughing amongst each other as stories of previous rodeos and the ensuing mishaps were shared. Angel had to slip out in the middle of Christian mortifying Arden by reminding her of the time her mare had gone into heat just hours before competing, in desperate need of a bathroom.
It had been their intention to immediately return to the huge porch, loving the camaraderie that was filling the air, but the house had distracted them on the way back. Despite being here for a week now, this was their first proper chance to get a look at the interior of the massive home, and it was stunning.
The main room that the front door opened up into was easily twenty feet up to the ceiling. A staircase ran up along one wall and led to a loft balcony with several doors and hallways for the second floor. The huge windows of that main room let in plenty of light during the day, and allowed for an amazing view of the countless acres that made up the ranch.
Angel found themselves almost dizzy as they stood in the middle of the room and looked up to the ceiling, where wrought iron light fixtures hung in the open space. Leather furniture was scattered across the room on top of thick rugs that protected a hardwood floor they swore they could see their face shining in. And the massive stone fireplace that dominated one wall was just begging for them to find a good book and curl up in front of it.
David had stressed that no one was to go up that staircase to the second floor. This of course made Angel all the more curious about what was up there. It was probably just bedrooms and storage, and they were certainly going to respect his wishes.
Didn’t make them any less curious to see said rooms.
Of course, the downstairs was just as fascinating. They’d been down one of the main floor halls already, in order to speak with David in his office, and had spotted Babe in the office given to them in that same hallway. It was a safe assumption that the other rooms in that hall were dedicated to work.
Another hallway, this one much shorter, had led to a curious looking room. Two of the walls and half the ceiling were nearly entirely glass, and stone counters lined nearly every wall at waist height. The amount of plants in the room was staggering. Judging from the well worn chair shoved into a far corner and the tiny wood stove, Angel assumed this was basically a sunroom, and already knew that if they were still here come winter, they’d spend hours in here.
There was of course the other hall that led to the kitchen, with the bathroom just a shorter ways down it, and a third door that upon opening it, they realized led to the basement. Angel quickly shut that one without a shred of curiousity.
Hard pass on exploring the basement at night, thank you very much.
Now, listening to the distant voices of the work crew still laughing and telling stories on the porch, Angel stood in front of the fireplace, studying the photos scattered across it. It was easy to recognize a younger David, and they couldn’t help the sad smile when they worked out quite quickly who the man and woman in several photos with him were. Especially when they saw later photos with David and just the man.
The smile warmed a bit as they saw Tank showing up in a handful here and there, especially when they were able to see the close bond that David and Tank seemed to share, always standing as close together as possible and tugging at each other’s arms.
One of the photos that looked the most recent hurt a bit. They studied the broad shouldered man that stood with his arms around David and Tank, who stood to either side of him. David stared straight at the camera with a stern, serious expression, and Tank wasn’t even looking at the camera. Despite the behaviour of the youths on either side of him, the man that Angel was now certain was Gabe had the biggest grin on his face. As if he couldn’t be more pleased to have that photo taken, regardless of how the other two felt.
That photo sat front and center in the entire collection, and Angel wanted to grab both David and Tank and shake them senseless. It was so obvious that David cared for Tank, how could they think he hated them? And how could David be so dense as to not see how much Tank was hurting?
He’s pretty messed up, huh…?
We all are…
Remembering Tank’s response when they had commented on the trauma Gabe’s horse must have been dealing with, Angel felt their heart break just a tiny bit more at the reminder that the loss of Gabe was still very much fresh and raw for everyone here.
Shaking their head, they turned towards the front door, but paused at the quiet clink of dishes. Realizing that David was still in the kitchen, they trotted over and poked their head into the room, staring. Watching as he gathered up the dishes and carted them bit by bit to the sink.
Their eyes lingered on his shoulders, unable to keep from staring. The way he filled out that tshirt was unfair. How could he make such a plain, simple garment look so… indecent? The way it stretched and struggled to contain him, as if too quick of a movement would tear the seams. And don’t get them started on those jeans…
“Are you just gonna stand there and ogle me, or come help?”
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What do you think Jassy would dress up as for Nightmare Night?
White Mare of Everfree Forest
The Idea was from White Lady of Balete Drive (or Kaperosa), its a Philippine urban legend most talked about before, though its a common one from other countries as well and they have different interpretation of white lady, the idea of it was specific only at one location and one location alone on the road way in Quezon, but people do talk about that it also appearing on different locations like cemetery and abandoned buildings.
Story time, back when I was elementary, we have this called Undas or All Souls Day, a tradition where we visit the graveyard, light the candle for them and spend time, mostly for prayer and remembrance. After we go home at nighttime, we still have time to play with my friends and play courage game, though there's not much places to go, we went to the dark alleyway beside our relative's house, as we further went in its getting even darker and we saw some laundries hanging by, and one of them perfectly convenient in the middle was white long wedding dress, most of us believes its a white lady and ran together outside, I almost had a heart attack and some of my friend almost cried. In the end, we have our laughs and had fun because we realized that its just a newly washed wedding dress.
Honestly could have done it better, or at least give it a bit of details within clothing because some clothing for White Lady is something like messed wedding dress, nun or hospital patient dress, but I might just being too lazy about it and just cut the blanket while she was trapped and toned down a bit of saturation. Also a piece of item in her hoof was Sampaguita, its a flower handcrafted to necklace usually sold within churches and cemeteries, i dont know if they still sell that one these days, so I guess that's the only piece of detail I added? XD
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Word coining time!
maralstraean - a word meaning "the glimmer of starlight on the surface of a calm sea far from land", pronounced mare-al-STRAY-en
sumiraiell - a word meaning "the gently undulating lines of light that appear on the bottom of pools on sunny days", pronounced soo-me-RAY-el
feraurcrescelim - a word meaning "the quiet moment before an afternoon storm when the world hangs suspended between the amber saturation of the golden hour sun and the metal gray of the storm itself". pronounced fare-our-CRESH-el-im (im as in "him" not "I'm")
aunsomequiesce - a word meaning "to go to sleep listening to the night sounds of your environment, such as crickets and bird calls". pronounced awn-SOHM-eh-kwee-esk
liria - a state of wandering through your thoughts and mindspace, more in your own head than in the world (verb: to liriate), pronounced LEER-ee-eight
Tagging @livseses for their interest in word number three ^^
I'll clean this post up and make it look pretty later xD
People are always welcome to coin related words/terms labels using mine!
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Well, our Knabstruppers and their pregnancy has defintely not been a secret, but it's not exactly something we have talked about a lot either! This morning around 6am, when I got into the stable I found this little girl in Prada's stall! I have already named her EIEC Coco Chanel to follow the designer theme of her dam.
She is the first Knabstrupper (Sports horse) foal at Echo International, and she is such a cutie! She is very shy though, hiding under her mother's tail xD
She has probably been born some time after me giving the horses hay for the night. She seems clean though, so she was probably born around midnight.
Only a few hours later, we heard noise coming from Ultraviolet's stall (EIEC Ultraviolet). Yet another little girl! She is sired by our own EIEC Pax, and I have named her EIEC Primrose - Prim for short - after Katniss Everdeen's little sister from one of my favorite books: The Hunger Games.
She was quick to stand, quicker than Coco Chanel I imagine, though a little unsure on her feet. She is beautiful. I really wished for another blanket spots Knabstrupper, and that's what I got! Then again both her parents are blanket spots, so I guess there wasn't much luck involved.
As Coco still seemed very unsure of her surroundings, and more nervous than Prim, I decided that she would stay in the stall for today and join Prim and Ultraviolet in the pasture tomorrow. So I took the filly and her mother to one of our big pastures.
They seemed to enjoy going outside, even if I had to call up Ismael and his sister Neha to get the foal all the way to the pasture without any accidents. After all the foal wasn't used to the leadrope, and I didn't want to stress her, so I just kept Ultraviolet on lead and then baby Prim just followed under the stern and watchful eyes of Ismael and Neha.
I decided to kneel on the grass a little from the mare and baby. Ultraviolet is very used to me, so she came closer, and so did brave baby Prim! Soon after she sniffed my hands. I'm sure she will be a great show jumper when she grows up, as she is already so brave!
After a while mom Ultraviolet went to the back of the pasture, and began grassing. She was feeling completely safe with me intertaining the baby, while she ate.
Also our 'baby' Opaline HF has grown up! She is now 1.5 years old, and has been greying beautifully! She was a little confused that she wasn't brought to the pasture, and didn't understand why her friend Prada didn't answer from her stall, as she was of course busy with baby Coco.
Around midday (as two mares can now not be ridden) Neha brought out Pax (EIEC Pax) for a lesson in behaving. But Pax was being Pax as always.
"Yeeehaw!" Neha laughed as Pax bucked yet again. It seemed like he had a lot of energy today, so Neha just let him 'run it out'.
"Hold on Neha!" I told her, and shook my head as she seemed to be enjoying the ride. I swear sometimes she and Pax seems equally crazy!
#EIEC Coco Chanel#EIEC Ultraviolet#EIEC Pax#EIEC Primrose#narcisa foremann#echo international ec#the sims 3#the sims 3 pets#sims 3#sims 3 horses#EIEC Prada
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