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this is how i disappear (2006) // adel abdessemed: forbidden colours (2018)
#i hate how this turned out but once again#one day i will learn to be good and in the meantime ill have fun#collages#1k
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Stevetony Weekly - December 18th
Happy Sunday! Here’s what I’ve read this week. Enjoy and remember to leave your author comments/kudos.
***Marks my recent favorites
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***Some Kind of Personal War by sara_holmes
And Tony realizes that working out who the Winter Soldier used to be and who he is now are two entirely different things.
***I'll Draw this Line (and hope you take my side.) by sara_holmes
Steve Rogers is the Winter Soldier. He has his missions, he had his orders, he has his place in the world. If people would just stop reminding him about that time he was Captain America, it would be a lot easier to stay in that damn place.
Learning Curve by picturecat
Freshly defrosted, Steve Rogers is the newest teacher at the Avengers Academy—an attempt to guide and teach the newest generation of heroes before they have to take on the burdens of their teachers. Steve himself has a lot of learning to do.
In The Meantime, In Between Time by nativemossy
Steve was born sickly, and by all realistic means he should have been dead. But he wasn’t, and that was precisely the problem.
He had been born a month and a half early, with asthma, a heart condition, and an irregularly bent spine, to begin with. That was followed by a bout of scarlet fever when he was eight, and a brush with death from rheumatic fever in his teens. These were interspersed with summer colds and winter flus, sometimes twice yearly. Into adulthood he had frequent stomach ulcers, and a case of pernicious anemia that required him to spend a significant portion of the little money he made on discounted liver at the butchers shop. Had anyone else had his cocktail of illness, they would be dead several times over.
Love me tinder. by captainstars
Anthony decides to set up a Tinder profile for his Dad. Greg Helps.
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"You've been busy, I had to take matters into my own hands." Anthony told him. "I don't want you to die old and alone dad. Or become grumpy like Jarvis."
"Why would I die alone when I have you to keep me company." Tony pouted.
"It's important to hang out with people your own age. Or at least that's what my homeroom teacher has been telling me." Anthony informed him, kicking a socked foot up.
so you could be king by mmtion
Tony is the rock star trying to regain the public's favour after his latest drug-induced disaster. Steve is the up-and-coming country music sensation, in over his head. Both of them are desperate.
Slut Era by BladeoftheNebula
Tony never meant to become the campus bicycle but since that was apparently what was expected of him he figured it was easier just to lean into it.
He just never expected Steve Rogers would ever want to take a ride.
Good Things to Those Who Wait by Annie D (scaramouche)
Tony assumed that after he and Steve got together, his heats would be more fun. He’s right, but he’s also wrong.
May This Be Love by lellabeth
Today will be a good day.
He’ll nod and he’ll smile and he’ll speak, and his voice won’t shake and his lips won’t tremble.
He’ll do well with the customers, he won’t hide behind the sleek chrome of the coffee machine.
He’ll pretend he doesn’t feel rubbed raw, doesn’t feel like a trapped nerve, doesn’t feel like his skin is too small and he’s about to burst out of it.
Today will be a good day.
Reasons To Be Thankful by WilmaKins
Well, an awkward reunion with the family is traditional at Thanksgiving.
So, it's probably as good a time as any for Tony to make his peace with the rest of Steve's team…
Indestructible Things by mechanicaljewel
Steve shows Tony a new use for the shield.
A Late-Night Snack, and Other Good Ideas by Annie D (scaramouche)
Steve's heightened senses means that he always knows when Tony's in heat. One night, he finally does something about it.
Love Is A Masquerade by Mizzy
When the Avengers are invited to attend Tony Stark's Annual Masquerade Ball, Steve's hoping Iron Man will be there--after all, he can wear a mask and keep his identity secret. So when Steve recognizes Iron Man's distinctive thighs, Steve is SO sure he's found Iron Man's pilot... He's right, but not in a way Steve would ever have guessed...
***The Anniversary by nightwalker
Tony's not as bad at this relationship thing as he thinks he is. That's not to say he's exactly good at it either.
****Never Too Late for Love by Sineala
Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one.
Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in.
And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.
#Stevetony weekly#stevetony#stevetony fic#fic recs#fic#stony#stony fic#stony fic rec#steve rogers#tony stark#iron man#captain america
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Hihihi Kosmo. I can’t play more bg3 for a while (ran out of space on my puter, need to order an external hard drive and move it onto there <\3) and I’m going through Hyperfixation Withdrawal. You know how it is. So MY POINT IS in the meantime you should tell me about your tav I wanna hear about your tav please tell me about your tav. Also I’d like to hear how the games going for you and all that, if you don’t mind sharing :)
HIHIHI ARI :) sosorry about your puter </3 stay strong in these tough times soldier!! also i do know The Hyperfixation Withdrawal 🤝 i need my daily dose of Guys From My Computer to keep me going youknow. ANYWAY I DONOT MIND SHARING I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THINGS AND HEARING ABOUT THEM ALSO !!
as for gameplay i havenot. gotten far. </3 i keep remaking my tavs because i came up with something better. but so far i keep failing checks and getting blown up and catching on fire and falling and dying and so on <3 its so funny. to me. its like a recurring gag on a sitcom. shadowheart keeps befalling the same fate as my tavs as well. go girl give us nothing ! (said lovingly)
RAMBLINGS BELOW I GOT CARRIED AWAY SOSORRY.
^^^^ my main man Amari !! only one picture because i may have made them in august and. forgot about him. so sorry king
he/him . or they perhaps... heart <3
high half elf and. a bard. <3
romancing astarion (
also his name means eternal in hebrew because well. i think thats funny. guy named immortal dating a guy who is immortal. anyway.
the most i got lore wise is that their background is urchin. perhaps learned instruments and whatnot to make money.
i wish i had more worked out but. alas. melchior and those damn old men (aldente) plaguing my mind.
^^^^ MELCHIOR... MANDATED DARK URGE TAV. YOU KNOW.. more pictures because i made him the other day. theen remade him again today which is why this took so long so sorry </3
he/him <3
seldarine drow and. a rogue .
romancing that damn vampire also. because i kept hearing things about durge and astarion. no other reason <- lying
picked melchior because. seems like something a weird little guy would name himself.
okay. i am a poser i havent played much. however i know durge lost memories and so on. but i was making this dude before i decided to make him my durge tav and. i donot want to change his lore
he was the worlds worst conman. grunkle stan style. warrant in 25/50 states youknow. doesnot remember any of this. when asked about his background hes too prideful to admit he doesnt remember anything and lies each time. horrible at keeping up with these lies however and everyone is so painfully aware (but he doesnt realize that).
also i think its funny to imagine these guys Adventuring and whatnot and coming across various wanted posters for their questionable little buddy. and each time hes soso close to remembering something but brushes it off as an equally charming and beautiful and great at everything stranger you know. do you get me <- is unwell
got that good. that good for nothing. dude is SHIT at EVERYTHING. ive rolled a critical failure on damn near everything with him. i like to imagine this annoys astarion to no end because. well im normal.
im about to get ill about that vampire. so sorry.
gets to the point where astarion starts doing things for him because he cant do anything. melchior is beyond amused and begins to fail horribly on purpose to annoy him. everyone in the party hates these two. two guys dragging their party down <3 love loses !
horrible at reading social cues also. because i heart projection. cannot tell when hes being made fun of. or flirted with. astarion cannot win with this guy. makes a catty comment and melchior goes "thanks dawg!" and daps him up so hard he gets a spinal injury.
gofd theres so muchmore about these two and their ddynamic that ive made up in my mind but this is getting long and my fear of being cringe is winning. you know how it is. ANYWAY THANKYOU THANKYOU THAN K YOU !!!!!! YOU SHOULD ALSO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR TAV(S) . IF YOUD LIKE. OR ANYTHING BG3 RELATED REALLY I LOVE HEARING ABOUT THINGS !!!!!! <3
also i intend to draw these two. at some point. i make no promises however you know how it is
another note... been thinking about making a third dude for gale or perhaps karlach. but these two r enough fornow.
#FOR REAL THANK YOU AUGHHH#SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS#I HAVE BEEN MEANING TOASK YOU ABOUT BG3 BUT. I AM SO SCARED ALWAYS FOR NO REASON YOU KNOW. THANK YOU FOR REAL#also they are both transmasc because . they just like me forreal and so on#hello tumblr fucked the formatting up bad. are yoy there god
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For my request, could do something involving some care taking from amy of a sick sonic (maybe he caught a cold due to being reckless; and perhaps ignoring any’s advice or smth)? Stuff like that always warms my heart lol
This one isn't exactly the prompt requested, but it does involve the initial concept (Amy looking after Sonic while he's sick). It's not super romantic, either, but I had fun writing it!
Fun fact: I recently learned that chili and hot dog chili are two different things. I also, rather unexpectedly, learned that I actually like both of them (though regular chili has to be pretty mild for me).
Home Remedies
Universe: Modern
Word Count: 626
"You… Do know you don't have to do all this, right?"
Sonic generally slept on the roof, or the floor, or sometimes the couch. But for the last day or so he'd been forced to actually make use of the bed in his room at Tails' house.
The reason being his current illness, which was minor enough to not be a matter of real concern but still a major inconvenience.
In the meantime, Amy had taken it upon herself to look after him.
"I'm doing it because I want to. Besides, it's my fault you got sick in the first place."
They'd been fighting their way through one of Eggman's bases (it felt like those things were never-ending, just where did they keep coming from?). Amy had been sick herself, but brushed it off as nothing- until she was suddenly overcome with dizziness and nearly fell from one of the moving platforms.
Sonic had been fast enough to catch her, but as a result he'd caught whatever she had a couple days later.
Now he pushed himself into a sitting position, tired of staring at the ceiling. Instead he fixed his gaze on her. "Don't worry about it."
Amy snorted, shaking her head. "The only thing I'm worried about is that you're going to disappear if I leave this room, Sonic."
Though normally that might have been a very real risk, just the simple act of sitting up had left him remarkably dizzy. There wasn't going to be much more than a short walk in his near future, and certainly no running.
"I'd say I'm not going anywhere for a while," he muttered. "Jeez. And you were fighting like this?"
She just smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "It wasn't that bad until I got tired, I thought I'd be fine." There was a mischievous sparkle in her eye as she continued: "And I guess I was, since you caught me! It feels like I'm always falling for you, one way or another- but I am really sorry that you got sick because of it…"
Sonic turned to look at the window, or the ceiling, or anywhere but at her face. The ease with which she spoke of her feelings was still kind of startling, even after all the years they'd known each other. "Ha… Yeah. A-anyway! Did you say something about food?"
"Oh, right!"
Amy disappeared, leaving him alone with his thoughts- but not for long, as she returned almost immediately. He turned to see what she'd brought with her, expecting some kind of soup.
That was not what she was holding.
"...Chili?"
"A bit of spice is good for you when you're sick!"
This was the first he'd heard of that, but he wasn't exactly up to date on at-home remedies. He took the offered bowl and spoon, observing it with hesitant interest. It didn't have a strong smell, or at least he didn't think so- but it wasn't like he could actually smell much of anything.
"It won't hurt you, y'know," Amy grinned at him. "I made it extra mild."
Years ago, he'd discovered that chili and hot dog chili were two different things. Which had also been the day he learned just how bad his spice tolerance was.
Despite her reassurance, he was still eyeing it somewhat suspiciously. Amy's cooking was good, that wasn't the problem, but-
"Sonic. It's literally hot dog chili in a bowl."
Right. She was staring at him. Waiting. Slowly, hesitantly, he tried it.
"Well?"
He considered it for a moment. "...It's good," he conceded, setting it on the nightstand for the moment. "It’d be better on a hot dog, though.” Curiously, he looked over at her. “Don’t suppose I could get one of those?"
"When you're not sick, sure."
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stepping back
i think this is a topic that was bound to come up sooner or later but i think its kinda good that it was brought up so i can rethink some things. im veryyyy vocal about not having kids. everybody should expect that i will not be popping a baby out of me. nope. like have you seen the state of this world? have you seen how expensive it is to raise one?? how your mental peace is gone? how theres really no time for yourself? i love and value my alone time and peace so much like ... i really cant be sacrificing that. i can help raise and take care of my friends and family’s babies, like i can definitely do that but at the end of the day im able to have time for myself.
i thought about being a foster parent or possibly adopt but like even those arent forsure. i just know i will not be raising a baby !!! also my mental state is so whack like, im still recovering from the trauma my parents had inflicted on me and im just so worried that what if i unintentionally treat my child the same way my parents had done to me? i would hate that so much. im still learning to love myself and to honor my body, its so difficult.
he brought up how he would be a great dad and HONESTLY he would be !! and that kinda triggered me cuz i already implied tht i would just raise dogs and stuff. and yeah, made me a bit upset because i do like him and id like a future with him but if he wants kids and i dont, why should i continue to pursue him? like im just gonna disappoint him in the future, should i just like end it now? and now im disappointed because all these months made me believe like ~i feel like we’ll have a future together since he’s asking me to wait for him and all these stuff~ and now im rethinking it. like ive see so many stories where couples that have been together for yearssssss break apart because one wants kids and one doesnt and that makes me SO upset. ive seen how broken my parents were and i dont want that that to happen to me. im so used to disappointments that im so well guarded and im preparing myself to get away from heartbreaks. and i just want to nip this in the bud so i dont have to stress over it in the future, ya know? iono im just. ugh really. i dont want to be heartbroken in the future, i want to prevent that. and this sucks cuz YA KNOW i like him alot but if our ideas dont align, why bother trying? at the same time, we’re still early in the talking stages i guess.... i mean 7 months is kinda ..... yeah ... i mean anyways theres intentions of getting serious but i guess i can reserve this convo in person, if we ever get there.
i should just let live. maybe go on a date or two. i shouldnt be placing all my eggs in his basket. my friend something the other day that made me upset: “truthfully its gonna be hard to find someone who doesnt want kids either” and it dealt a blow on me. like ... do i have to accept that ill be alone in this lifetime? obviously alone doesnt equate to lonely but like ... am i meant to not have a lover who doesnt share the same ideals as me? yeah ... i guess thats it. i should have fun in the meantime
i need to step back, relax and just not stress out over this. yet .... i am SO stressed. im just tired of dating. im tired of wearing my heart on my sleeve. :(
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outfits subject to change but for now thats what it is...
okay SO! the next thing to finish obv the beta trolls line up. honestly its not that difficult bc the line art isnt actually my reg line art im jus cleaning it up then coloring
AFTER THAT!! i decided what im gonna do for this project and thats make a game. its gonna b done in rpg maker an its for myself rather than anyone else so idc if its not super polished.
well actually im makin multiple games. theyll be like short chapters of certain events in the story. the first one im doin focuses on john summoning davesprite. i have it all planned out event-wise the only problem is idk how to end it. ihave some ideas so i jus need to think it out
honestly the most difficult part will b the fact i want to hand draw everything which is either gonna b super bad or super good. honestly even tho im not as good as i wanna be i find my style charming and i think drawing a bunch of objects and backgrounds will be good practice :) yea its a pretty big project but im not really doing anything else and ive begun to shift my life focus on: fuck it, just go ahead and do it
so far its been pretty good!
plus ill be planning out the houses / town layout / sprites for this one which will 100% be reused [or remade when i get better lol] in the future! and this will be good practice for learning rpg maker. i bought it a few years back on sale but never did anything with it
i rlly wanna get to drawing and figuring out how to do settings and things but im using my dads mac to hook up my drawing pad but i need an hdmi adapter :( ill have to wait a few days till the weekend to go get one. so in the meantime im gonna plan the story out and watch more tutorials
the main thing i have to remember is not to get too ambitious on my first try and also that this is for me rather than anyone else! i mean if others enjoy it id be glad but mainly its my story and im doing it to have fun :)
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Okay I was thinking about how the other charathers that Arent the great Seven would react to the NRC students in the house of mouse AU. Like i can Imagine Azul asking Ariel if She wants ti make a deal with him and Ariel Is like "lol no", or the First year see Cruella de vil at One of the tables and they are like "She look so much like Crewel that She's giving us PTSD" or kalim and Aladdin becoming buddies :D.
Well, let me put in some headcannons then:
Word goes around that some of the Great Disney villains come to visit Yuu and everyone gets jealous.
So now whenever Yuu goes to work they always get asked to have them visit their world.
So, Yuu just says, “Meh ok, you guys can visit me whenever just ask one of the Great Seven or go through the mirror in my dressing room-“
And suddenly Yuu gets someone they met from the House of Mouse ever other day. It’s literal chaos and Yuu doesn’t know if they should feel exasperated or flattered.
Anyways, here’s some interactions between the dorms and some Disney Characters:
Heartslybul: Obviously when Alice comes to visit, she comments on how Heartslybul reminds her of the Queen of Hearts’ garden. When Yuu mentions that they paint the roses red, Alice sarcastically asks, “Does the dorm leader behead people who don’t paint the roses?” “...Well, he’s more lenient now but...” “...You’re serious?”
Ace and Alice get along swimmingly, basically quick quips and a lot of teasing. Yuu regrets introducing them to each other because they know the two are going to get into some sort of trouble. Deuce also gets along with Alice, though he can get lost in Alice’s rambles in imagination.
I think Alice would get along with Trey and Cater. I mean, they both give big brother vibes (Trey more than Cater). Trey would give Alice some tarts and Alice is like, “....He’s cool.”
Cater is going to take a bunch of pictures, and Alice is very curious about the device he’s holding (I don’t think phones or the internet existed during Alice’s time so...). Cater ends up teaching Alice about the internet and phones.
Riddle...ohhh noo. Once Alice broke one of the 810 rules and Riddle lightly scolded her for it. Alice thinks most of the rules are ridiculous and while Riddle has toned down on being strict, he’ll quickly get annoyed with Alice questioning the rules. There’s rules for a reason! The dorm was founded on these rules!!
Savannaclaw: It’s Simba, obviously. He’s curious to see the dorm after his...nefarious uncle. It’s much more nicer than he expected, though he’s a little off put by the dorm’s...rowdiness.
But he’s impressed with the Magishift practices they have when Yuu showed them.
He likes Jack, right off the bat. Jack has this sense of justice that he can relate to. I think they would get along pretty well. Oh, and probably how strong and buff Jack is.
Simba is wary of Ruggie, due to him being a hyena beastmen. He has...bad memories of hyenas. His wariness is correct, since Ruggie has tried to swindle Simba and Yuu to do some of his work. Does the relationship get better? Only if Yuu makes them hang out with each other haha.
Leona reminds Simba of Scar...to a certain degree. Lazy, cunning, and has this look where it seems like he could be planning something nefarious...
Ok, maybe not that bad, but Simba is weary of Leona. He kind of expected a character similar to Scar since this is the dorm based on him but...still. It’s really odd. It’s kind of rocky, but if Cheka comes over to visit, well...it could get better.
I mean, Leona does find Cheka annoying and calls him a brat but...Simba can tell there’s no malicious desire towards Cheka, which raises Leona’s “evil people don’t interact” list. That doesn’t mean Leona’s in the clear, but he’s ok.
Octavinelle: Surprise, surprise, it’s Ariel! She comes over, human legs and all. (Don’t worry! She got them from the nicer sorcerers). She wanted to visit Yuu and see how great NRC was! They had fun, and then they went to Mostro Lounge.
Ariel is terrified of the Tweels. They give her this...off putting feeling and they’re very intimidating. She does not trust them at all. She does like how they get up close and how they speak as if she’s some poor soul waiting to be taken advantage over.
That’s also why she does not trust Azul at all. He reminds Ariel of Ursula - especially when he tries making a contract with her. Uh-uh, no way. Never again.
This leads to Ariel dubbing NRC a dangerous place for Yuu to stay at. Why doesn’t Yuu come live with her and her family back at her world? Surely it’s much more safer than here! Why, Melody already sees Yuu as a big sibling so why not just stay at the castle permanently?
Ursula fumes at the thought of her enemy trying to take Yuu away and become their parent. That’s her role, dammit!
Scarabia: Kalim invites Aladdin, actually. It’s the most funniest scenario. Yuu mentioned to Kalim about the street rat that wooed the princess and Kalim says, “:00 WE SHOULD INVITE HIM!!” Jamil sighs and facepalms.
It’s actually going great! Aladdin is kind of shocked at the big party that Kalim threw, but it was a great welcome. He’s shook that Kalim apparently trusted Aladdin enough to show him the treasury room. “It’s open for all of the dorm to use! I don’t need much of it!”
Wasn’t NRC rumored to be a villain’s school??? What is this ball of sunshine doing here???
Actually, the Scarabia duo are good in his eyes. Sure, a little rough around the edges with Kalim being a bit too naive and Jamil being more of a watching snake, but they’re better than what he expected. Aladdin gets along with them pretty well!
And then they go on a carpet ride when Kalim introduces Aladdin to his magic flying carpet.
Yuu and Jamil scream at the two of them to get down as they fly across the night sky.
Pomfiore: oh no. Oh no no no. Snow White visiting Pomfiore is like...Neige visiting.
Vil is cold to Snow White, and she knows why. She’s seen the images that Yuu had of this “Neige Leblanc”. He certainly reminds her of her younger days. Which is why she completely understands why Vil is so standoffish of her.
What she doesn’t expect is Rook singing her praises and also kind of...watching her. It’s low key creepy but Yuu says it’s normal and since he doesn’t mean any harm Snow White lets it slide. They do have a good conversation though. Snow White learns to understand Rook’s...eccentric hobbies.
Epel and Snow White go together like apples and oranges. They go pretty well together, but they have contrasting differences. They could be passed of as siblings with their cute looks, as much as Epel hates to admit it. Though I’d like to think they have this “Soft big sister with a gremlin of a little brother” dynamic. Or “Big sister that is harmless but has a badass little bother” dynamic. Just...a cool sibling dynamic, basically.
Ignihyde: Hercules comes by when he hears that a dorm was based off of Hades. He had to see what it was like. He expected the doom and gloom, but he didn’t expect all the technology.
He and Ortho go along swimmingly. I mean, he’s pretty chill around the more upbeat and cheery dorm member, at least. (Seriously, the others were such buzzkills). He also gets a good impression on Idia when Ortho affectionately talks about his big brother! Wow, so the kids here do have a heart! Unlike Hades-
Ok, so as much as Ortho talks so highly of Idia, Hercules does not see how Ortho does. I mean, Idia is a complete shut in and gloomy recluse! Why do you stick around him?! It isn’t until he speaks his mind about that comment does Ortho turn into a crazy murder machine. (“How DARE you speak of that about my brother!!”) Yuu has to save Hercules and the entire dorm before Ortho blows up the school.
So now Hercules sees how inseparable the two are and how much they care for each other, which yeah, that’s pretty cool. (Is also low key jealous, how come his half brothers weren’t like that?)
Diasomnia: Aurora visits with Maleficent. Both do not share ill will after their stories are completed. They actually do make amends. So Maleficent invited Aurora to see her grandson, and Aurora politely accepts.
They have tea with Malleus, and it is a very pleasant conversation. Aurora gets along well with Malleus, even suggesting maybe she should invite him and Maleficent to her kingdom one day. (Maybe when she gives birth to a beautiful baby. Maleficent liked that)
Lilia is also a fun one to be around! Aurora was so surprised by his scare that she had laughed. Ah, what a funny fae! Why, she hadn’t laughed this hard since...well, never. She likes Lilia and will come by if she needs a good laugh.
Poor Sebek though....he acts all uptight around Aurora because she’s a Queen and also aquatinted with Maleficent...he must be respectful to her at all costs! It takes a long time for Sebek to at least act a little casual around her. Maleficent says it’ll take some time, though Aurora isn’t sure if that time will come on her lifetime...but for the meantime, she is still happy to be around Sebek’s presence and have pleasant conversations with him.
Aurora and Silver...ok, let me say this: they got along during a sleepover. The Diasomnia gang + Maleficent and Aurora had a sleepover in the dorms to “better know each other”. I also think Aurora would feel sympathy for Silver if the conversation of him tending to fall asleep came up. Heavens knows she still has her sleepy spells even after her curse was broken.
Also- wofhenod I just imagine Aurora and Silver walking in the forest together and a bunch of animals surround them. (Yuu finds them and cries when they actually attracted a bunch of adorable puppies (or whatever animal you find cute). Cute, adorable animals that are so gentle with them that they start to cry due to stress from being at NRC (Silver and Aurora look at Yuu with concern and gently start comforting them)
Winfendien Suddenly I want a twin dynamic with Silver and Aurora. Even a sibling dynamic would be cool. Just two sleepy siblings that won’t hesitate to kick your ass.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland imagine#twisted wonderland headcannons#twisted wonderland yuu#house of mouse au#Disney characters#ask#aladin#alice in wonderland#lion king#little mermaid#snow white#hercules disney#sleeping beauty
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Prompt- Rhys gets sick and feyre becomes mother hen👀
Sick Day
Fluff//1865 words
Cassian grinned. “I told Mor she shouldn’t do it. It wasn’t my fault.”
“Sure you did, Cass.”
“Don’t sound so skeptical! I am your general, one of the highest ranking officers in your court, My Lady. I would never lie to you.”
Feyre smacked Cassian on the arm. “Don’t you have something better to do? Like, I don’t know, harass somebody else?”
He gave a wide smile. “Why would I do that when you’re right here?”
Feyre rolled her eyes. “Gods, you-”
A loud cough cut Feyre off.
Feyre glanced at the ceiling as if she could see her mate through it. She could, in fact, sense where he was. “Do you think he’s okay?”
A tired sigh left Cassian. “I am so sick of listening to you to worry about each other every time the other one blinks funny. It was a cough, Feyre.”
Feyre bit her lip. “Okay.”
Nyx cooing distracted Feyre’s anxious thoughts and she turned to her baby. He was sitting in Cassian’s lap. For some unfathomable reason, Nyx found Cassian hilarious, and he would sit on his uncle’s lap and giggle at the sound of his voice. Or at least, Feyre hoped it was the sound of his voice. Should Feyre find her newborn actually knew what Cassian was saying, the male would be flayed alive.
“Hi, honey,” Feyre cooed back, waggling her fingers at her son.
Cassian snorted. “You’ve gotten so gooey.”
Feyre scowled. “Me? Never. That’s just Rhys.”
“I’ll admit, Rhys is more of a softie than you are, but you’re not the bitch you used to be.”
Feyre gasped. She picked up Nyx and held him close. “Don’t say such things! He’s only a baby.” Then she covered Nyx’s ears and added, “And for the record, I am still a bitch. Don’t forget it.”
Cassian cracked a smile. “If you say so.”
Before he could say anything more, another cough sounded upstairs.
Feyre handed Nyx hurriedly to Cassian, who just rolled his eyes. “Go on, check on Rhysie pie. Gods forbid he has allergies.”
“I would punch you if you weren’t holding my son.” With that, Feyre winnowed into her and her mate’s bedroom.
Rhys was lying in bed. The room was dark enough that Feyre couldn’t tell what his facial expression was right now, but she could sense his discomfort through the bond.
“What’s wrong, Rhys?” breathed Feyre, rushing to his side.
“Lord, you’re fussy today.” Rhys had been going for a sarcastic tone, but it came out raspy and weak.
Feyre crossed her arms. “Let’s skip all the bullshit about how you’re feeling well and refuse to say anything. What’s wrong?”
Scowling, though possibly more at the situation than at Feyre, Rhys silently opened his mental shields. And Feyre was met with affliction.
She was overcome by the sensation of gut-wrenching pains and full-body soreness. Her throat was sore and her hands were clammy. Feyre felt dizzy, nauseated, likely about to fall over-
Feyre pulled out of Rhys’ mind quickly. “You’re sick.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Rhys groaned. “You should go. Don’t want you to get it.”
Feyre snorted. “For one thing, I can just summon a shield around my body in protection. Rather simple.” Feyre did indeed erect a body wrap of sorts, made of magic. Then she added, “And anyway, I love you almost enough that I’d deal with that just to be with you.”
Rhys’ lips twitched slightly. “Almost?”
Feyre smiled back. “We have to think about the Court. Wouldn’t want both the High Lord and Lady out of action. It would be chaotic.”
Rhys laughed, a brittle sound.
“I’ll be right back,” Feyre said.
“Where are you going?”
She pulled the blanket up farther on her mate as his sweating turned to shivers. “I’m going to ask Cass to watch Nyx today. I don’t want him to catch it.”
“Good idea,” Rhys mumbled, his eyelids fluttering.
Feyre winnowed back. Cassian glanced up amusedly. “Did our precious High Lord get something in his throat?”
Feyre scowled. “He’s ill.”
“How ill?” Cassian asked, not buying it.
In response, Feyre entered his mind and sent over the feelings she’d experienced when she crossed Rhys’ shields.
“Fuck,” Cassian exclaimed. “Give a male a little warning next time.”
“Careful,” Feyre scolded. “You’re holding my son.”
Cassian righted himself. “He’s actually sick. Gods, I don’t think that’s happened since last century.”
A stray snort escaped the dignified high lady. “You old bastards. I was wondering how you would feel about watching Nyx today? He’s so young; I don’t know how he would handle catching what Rhys has.”
“Oh, of course.” Cass smirked and turned to Nyx. “I have some busy things to do today, little male. How would you feel about helping?”
Feyre knew this was absolute bullshit; Cassian wasn’t totally useless but he sure as hell didn’t have “busy things.”
But Nyx burbled excitedly. One of his little hands reached for a lock of Cassian’s hair and tugged, his tiny wings flapping slightly.
“It’s settled then. Your son will be learning how to run the Night Court today.”
“Right. Because that’s what you’re in charge of,” Feyre responded drying, but she couldn’t help smiling at Nyx.
Cassian grinned. “See you. Try not to get sick or I might have to keep Nyx forever.”
Feyre smiled. “Right.”
They exchanged farewells and Cassian turned toward the door of their manor. “Oh, and don’t break anything,” Feyre called after him. “And don’t break my son.”
Cassian didn’t even turn back; he just flipped Feyre off over his shoulder, holding the baby in one hand. Feyre smiled, but she wasn’t actually concerned. For all his goofing about, Cassian could be surprisingly responsible, and she knew he would take care of Nyx well. Satisfied her child was in good hands and safe from infection, she walked over to the other room.
After dismissing the staff for the day (pay still included, of course), Feyre made for the kitchen. She used her magic to light a fire under the stove and she placed a pot on top. Even with her abilities, she normally wasn’t lazy enough to use them for everything, but she wanted this going as quickly as possible.
Worried about Rhys, Feyre used her magic once more to speed along the chopping. After dumping the vegetables in the broth she’d put in, she winnowed back upstairs.
Rhys was semi-conscious, exhausted but too pained to reach sleep. “Rhys, wake up.”
Rhys moaned. “Piss off.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you stay like this. You’re too uncomfortable to sleep well, Rhys.” Feyre helped him sit up, countering all of his protests with promises of soup.
“You don’t need to make soup all by yourself just for me.”
A huff of breath left Feyre’s lips. “I kept my family alive for years. I know how to make soup.”
Rhys sighed in resignation. “It’s not really that bad.”
“You say that like you wouldn’t be calling five healers over and praying to the gods I don’t die if our positions were switched.”
“Fair enough. We can both be rather protective of each other. But-”
“No buts,” Feyre said firmly. “I’ll be right back with soup. Drink this in the meantime. You need lots of fluids.” She waved her hand, summoning a glass of water on their nightstand.
Rhys sighed but reached for it, which was enough for Feyre. She left the room.
Soup was ready five minutes later. Her magic had really sped up the process; she was impatient and wanting to be with her mate, who she heard coughing again. As soon as she could, Feyre made her way back upstairs.
“Hey, babe.”
Feyre snorted and made a tray appear on him lap. She set the bowl down. “Hey.”
The glass of water was still mostly full, but Rhys had taken a couple sips. Appeased, Feyre moved to the other side of the bed and sat down next to her mate.
Rhys sighed, but reached for the spoon.
As he slowly took little spoonfuls, Feyre placed her hand on his forehead, and found him without a fever. A good sign.
She began gently rubbing his back. He was cold, and Feyre let warmth deep through her fingers, courtesy of the Autumn Court’s fire in very small quantities.
Rhys sighed in content. “Maybe I should get sick every day.”
“If it’s the only way to get you to rest, I suppose that wouldn’t be too bad,” Feyre replied, smiling. Her hands kept moving on his back. “I heard last century was the last time you got sick?”
Rhys swallowed another spoonful. “I vomited on Keir.”
Feyre took a minute to process this. “You did what?”
Rhys grimaced. “I wasn’t feeling well, but I thought I’d be okay to make the trip. I clearly wasn’t.”
Feyre burst into laughter. “Oh my gods.”
“Stop that,” Rhys demanded. “You’re not supposed to make fun of me while I’m not feeling well.” His features transformed into a pout.
Feyre couldn’t stop a grin from making its way to her face. “No wonder Keir doesn’t like you.”
Rhys tried to scowl, but he smiled faintly. “I’ll admit, he was a bit more civil to me before that. Only a bit, though.”
Feyre positively cackled. “This is why I love you.”
“Because I accidentally projectile vomit on people I don’t like?”
“Precisely,” Feyre said.
More broth, as well as a small carrot, was swallowed. Rhys sighed pathetically and Feyre just watched him, still massaging his back, trying not to worry too much.
Sickness in Fae was rare, and it usually didn’t last for long, due to their strong immune systems. He must have caught it from somewhere, and Feyre decided to warn her friends later to be careful. Everyone would be fine, but having all her friends sick would be a hassle, to say the least. At least Nyx was safe; Cassian would definitely be staying away from others today. He wouldn’t admit it, but he could be overly fussy too.
Rhys slurped the rest of the broth out of the bowl, holding it up to his face, while Feyre chuckled at him. Then she sent the empty bowl away with a wave of her hand. “Time to rest, Rhys.”
Rhys just pouted at her. “I’m not tired.”
“Liar. You look like you’re about to pass out.”
Rhys reluctantly let Feyre help him lie back against the pillow. Several moments later, they were both situated: Rhys was absolutely covered in blankets to fight off the chills and Feyre’s arms were around him, her magic still warming his body.
Feyre entered his mind and sent comforting thoughts over, as well as urges to rest. It didn’t take long before he was snoring.
Holding her mate, comforting him through even a mild ailment, couldn’t have felt more right. Feyre desperately wanted him to heal, and soon he would, but for now she was content to listen to him breathe and inhale his familiar scent.
As Feyre herself drifted off, she just hoped she could convince Rhys to let her in his mind and show her Keir’s expression after being vomited on. Because that was something she wanted to see.
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George caring for a sick Dhani 💜
(thank you to @pmak2002 for this request!! it was supposed to be just a blurb but I did a little research beforehand and it ended up pretty much becoming a whole fic 😅 oops... either way, I hope you enjoy this one! 💕)
When Dhani wakes up for school on Monday morning, he immediately knows something his wrong. His throat is sore, his nose is runny, and his muscles ache like nothing he's felt before. He painstakingly drags himself out of bed, clutching the sheet around him, and heads straight to his parents' bedroom where he finds his mum Olivia still in bed. Dhani notices that the bathroom door is cracked open and cautiously steps inside to find his father, George, brushing his teeth. "Dad..?" he says quietly, voice hoarse. George startles, turning around to see Dhani in his unfortunate state and spits his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, letting the water wash it down the drain before turning the tap off. "What is it, my boy? You sound bloody awful..," he gently presses the back of his hand to Dhani's forehead to assess his temperature. "You seem to be running quite the fever, son- let's get you to the doctor, all right? Just let me finish up in here and I'll be right out to take ye" George says. Dhani nods weakly, coughing into his elbow, and shuffles out of the room. George jumps into action- he swishes and spits some mouthwash, changes out of his sleepwear into a button-up and jeans, and sprints to the car, his son following close behind him and hopping into the passenger's seat.
"This is ridiculous.." George mutters under his breath as he walks his son out of the clinic and gets into the driver's seat of his car. They had been able to see the doctor almost instantly upon arriving; he had taken some swabs, run a few tests, and determined that Dhani had contracted the flu: "He probably picked it up from school," the doc had said. When George had requested a prescription of some kind to alleviate his son's symptoms, the doctor simply shook his head: "I'm afraid there isn't much we can do for him. The flu's been going around at many schools, I've seen a lot of children this past week with the same complaints. As it stands, all I can tell you is to give him some over-the-counter medicine, bring him some saltwater to gargle for that sore throat, and be sure he gets plenty of fluids and bedrest." George tried to argue, stating that there must be something he can do to cure Dhani of his illness sooner- but as the doc's hands were tied and George didn't want to subject his son to more stress, he took Dhani by the hand and led him out of the office, through the lobby, and back to the car. "Alright, my boy," George sighs- "seeing that the doctor was no help whatsoever, we're headed straight to the drugstore for anything that'll help you feel better. Sound good?"
"Yeah Dad, sounds good" Dhani croaks out and smiles weakly, glad just to spend some time with his father. Being a famous musician and all, George isnt able to spend as much time with his son as he'd like to, a lot of it consumed by work and media-related endeavors. Dhani admired his Dad more than anyone else in his life and though they rarely got the chance to hang out nowadays, they were practically best friends and had formed a close bond throughout his childhood. George was always a fun parent, bringing his son along to festivals and such ("Don't tell yer mum," he'd say with a grin), and sticking up for Dhani to authority figures and even other kids at his school- he was fiercely protective of his boy. However, he was also a gentle parent who allowed Dhani the chance to explore and express himself, and had fostered a mutual respect between the two of them since his son was but a toddler.
"I'm pulling you from school for the whole week" "But what if I'm- *cough*- all better before then?" "Just in case, Dhani- it's not like you really need them and their indoctrination, anyway.." George grumbles, never having been a fan of traditional schools or their teachings. Dhani however has always cared about his grades and paid close attention to the lessons he's been taught, in spite of what his father thinks. "...Okay, Dad" he says meekly, wanting to protest but unwilling to sacrifice more quality time with his famous father. George pulls into the parking lot of the nearest drugstore and marches in, intent on gathering all the supplies his sick boy could need: tissues, lozenges, cough syrup, pain medication, ice packs, and even more tissues- 'just in case.' He makes his way to the checkout, queuing up, paying for the items and hauling his bags back to the car. He drives Dhani home as quickly as possible, carrying him to bed and tucking him in before calling and cancelling any studio time, interviews, or collaborations he'd previously planned. There's only one committment he can't cancel- dinner with Paul tonight for the first time in ages. George sets his son up with all of the remedies he'd bought and tells his wife Olivia everything about the situation, including the "unhelpful and useless" doctor they had gone to see. She of course agrees to care for Dhani, sending her husband on his way to dinner with one of his long-time best friends.
The following day George rises just before noon, having stayed up late to pal around with Macca. He runs the few errands on his agenda, including grabbing his family some lunch, and pulls into his driveway back home where he spots the vehicle of none other than Richard Starkey parked outside. He makes his way to his son's room to discover that Uncle Ringo had come to visit the sick young lad (having found out from Paul that Dhani had come down with a bad case of the flu), joking and cheering him up to distract him from his poor state. The two close friends chat for some time in the living room before Ritchie departs, Olivia checking up on Dhani in the meantime. George thanks his wife and dismisses her from her nurse duties, taking on the responsibility himself. He tiptoes to his son's bedroom cautiously and enterd to see that he's been tucked in, the ice pack George had picked up from the store the previous day resting on his forehead, half-lidded eyes trained onto the telly. "Dhani..?" "Oh- *cough*- hey, Dad"
George approaches the bed and sits down carefully, holding a paper bag out to Dhani. "I brought you a burrito- your favorite," he grins down at his son, who takes the bag: "Really? *cough*- Thanks Dad, you're the best!" he says, hands emerging from the blankets to tear into the treat. George stays sat on the bed, determined to spend time with his sick boy and make sure he knows how loved he is. Glancing around the room at the piano and guitars he's bought and played with Dhani, then back to the young man, Ringo's words from earlier echo in his mind: "He's growing up into such a wonderful lad. He's just like you, ye know- good looks and all."
Olivia had always said they were very alike, but he'd usually dismissed the observation... until now. George couldn't help but realize that they were right- though he was but eleven years old Dhani was already becoming a very talented and creative musician, having learned much about music from his dad. He'd certainly taken after his Beatle father in that regard, and they were in fact very similar- not to mention their near identical looks. Sharing his Dad with the world had been difficult and a bit isolating for Dhani despite his many school mates. He admired and looked up to George from a very young age, always striving to be just like him. As Dhani grew up before George's eyes, he became more and more like his father by the day and George was immensely proud.
His train of thought was broken suddenly when Dhani finished the burrito, crumpling the paper bag and tossing it into the bin. He landed the throw, earning a hearty laugh and a high five from his father. He closed his eyes and laid back, George stroking his hair gently, the two of them cherishing this moment of father-son love. "Are you gettin' sleepy, Dhani?" he asked tenderly- his son nodded in response, already drowsy despite the brightness of the late afternoon sun. "Tell you what- I'll play you a lullaby, that way you can rest easier and know that I'm here beside you." "Dad," Dhani chuckled, "aren't I a little too old for that?" he lied, secretly longing for the affectionate gesture. George grabbed his son's acoustic guitar from its stand and begin to tune it: "You're never too old for yer old man's love and attention, eh? Now you just relax, close your eyes, and rest." Dhani didn't protest any further, heeding his father's instructions with a soft smile on his face. With that, George began to play- he chose "Here Comes The Sun," fingers strumming the strings gently and with care, dedicating the sweet words to his beloved son. By the time he was finished Dhani was fast asleep- grin faltering as he drifted off, but still visible on his lips. George placed the guitar back on the stand gently, taking care not to wake the sleeping lad. He smiled to himself, tears welling in his eyes as he turned to admire his son's peaceful face. "I love you, my boy," he whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Dhani's forehead before tip-toeing out of the room and shutting the door cautiously. Back pressed against the wooden door, George let his eyelids fall shut and sighed: "Sweet dreams, Dhani." ♡
#beatles fanfiction#beatles fandom#the beatles#beatles#george harrison#george harrison imagines#dhani harrison#beatles fluff#LMLBeatles
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*Sips tea with angsty intent*....How about our fav tsundere bird having to learn that his S/O is terminally ill and they only got a few months to live?
oh angst...ehe
i hope this enough angst for you! enjoy~!
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> i don’t think people understand that even though revali can be a headass, he’s actually a softie
> he rejects anything that belittle’s himself, but this...this was something everyone was shocked to see to say the least
> as his s/o, it hurt people to hear the tragic love story transpiring before their very eyes
> a weak heart. that’s what your doctor told you, and with only a few months left to live, revali was torn
> princess zelda hadn’t known revali had been dealing with this, and she was heartbroken he didn’t say a single word to her
> she didn’t know that on his free time, he comes to see you
> she didn’t know that he stayed up night after night either spending time with you or watching over you
> how did she find out about this situation? revali came running to her with you in his arms in panick
> “revali-”
> “please, just help her. she’s sick and she needs a doctor NOW!”
> she excuses a good majority of his duties and stations him at the castle as you are being watched over by zelda’s doctors
> ever since you and revali started dating, you’ve always wanted to visit rito village
> on your last moments, he took you both home
> he braided some of his feathers into your hair and when he got the chance, would nuzzle your neck, feeling the weak pulses against his head
> you had so much fun playing with the rito children and watching revali show off
> you never smiled so much since you found out about your condition
> when you were in your last moments, you’ve never seen revali cry so much
> that very moment you looked each other in the eyes, and you smiled so angelic like
> “it’ll be okay. days will continue on and there will be one day we will be together again, so in the meantime...don’t forget about me?”
> he was so choked up, he could only nod and put his head on yours
> you closed your eyes with a smile, kissed his beak, and weakly looked him in the eyes
> “these beautiful eyes...so pure...so mesmerizing..i’ll never forget their glimmer...”
> he sobbed harder as your smile started to falter and your eyes close, closing out the prideful bib from your own beautiful eyes
> “i...love you...revali...”
> mourning fell upon the champion and his hometown...for the dove that flew high
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Fitting
@donivanessdoodles and me did a trade and they did an awesome piece of art for me! I also enjoyed writing for their OC she's so fun. I really hope you like this!
Buggy x OC
SFW
Word Count: 2,641
There was no need for a morning alarm because the screeching from the across the deck was enough to wake her, she sighed, rubbing her eyes and noticing the bed was already empty, a warm smile made it’s way to her face, she knew Buggy left her sleep in despite how much work there was to be done, always gave her certain privileges, of course she never took them, other than the extra hour in bed that is.
She groaned sitting up, the pain in her shoulder was going to cause her issues today, she knew it already, the air outside was thick with Autumn temperatures, the childhood injury tended to act up more in colder weather, the ache thrumming through her system she managed to pull herself out of bed.
The sound of her captain, her partner, yelling across the deck wasn’t the best sound to wake up to and she was sure the crew were praying for her to come along and calm him down. Getting dressed she noticed a hole in one of the knee’s and furrowed her brows, it took every fibre of her being not to sit back down, pull out the mini sewing kit she kept in the bedside draws to patch it up.
Long pink hair swished behind her as she brushed out some of the knots and kinks from moving around in her sleep. There was a loud bang on the deck, she sighed, that was definitely her sign to join the crew for a day of fun.
Stepping outside she brought her hand to her eyebrows, shading her face from the sun and squinting into the distance to see what was going on. Buggy was stood there gesturing wildly to the cannon and tugging at the hair that fell either side of his hat when no one could answer his squawking.
“Oh no, did someone mention Shanks?” Canary asked looking between Alvida and Galdino. Alvida slapped her hand against her face, peering at the display between her fingers, shaking her head slowly, it was obvious the woman wasn’t in the mood to catch the other up.
“No, not this time” Galdino sighed and folded his arms over his chest “Someone used the wrong cannon ball during target practise and now he’s going ballistic because the good balls are so expensive”
Canary nodded, that explained the bang, he was firing off random shots into the ocean to demonstrate they didn’t grow on tree’s in doing so diminishing the stock and costing more money in the meantime. He was strange she thought, despite that she couldn’t help herself smile in amusement.
He was ill tempered, ridiculous, loud and often just a general chaotic mess of a human but gods did she love that mess. She walked over to where Buggy was stood, stamping his foot on the deck and spitting curses st the ex-Impel Down prisoners leaned back with their hands up in defence, scared of the man half their size who was dressed int bright colours.
“Buggy” She called, a sing song in her voice, fluttering long eyelashes at her captain.
His eyes widened and he paused mid shriek, his angry expression slipped off his face, replaced by a goofy grin, his cheeks started to turn pink but he noticed the eyes of his men on him, he puffed his chest out, offering her his arm, which she gladly took.
“Sorry you had to see the great Captain Buggy disciplining these ingrates” He huffed, still trying to remain intimating to his crew, but it was hard when he didn’t feel particularly tall compared to his girlfriend, her large pink hair making her look taller. He tiptoed to give himself a little more height, she laughed inwardly, she was reminded of a peacock in moments like these.
“I’m sure they learned their lesson captain, Cabaji can take it from here, I have something to show you” Canary’s tone was sweet, knowing just what to say and how to say it to calm the irrational man down.
Turning his rage into a simmer as he mumbled under his breath about how lucky the crew was to have him off their backs now. They gave the long-haired woman a look, a thankful expression that she waved off as she led Buggy back towards her own workshop.
“So, what was so important that you had to drag me from scolding those idiots” He mumbled as he took off his hat once in the room she proudly called her workshop. He threw it on one of the many tables before flopping on the large armchair, chin resting on his hand, waiting for her explanation.
Canary put her hands on her hips, eyeing him up, seeing he was still in a mood, he didn’t get over things quickly, she knew what his temper was like, and she also knew the things that changed it to a pleasant one.
“Guess who’s finished with your new outfit!” She chuckled when she saw Buggy’s expression change, his mood lifted instantly. He was a strange man she thought to herself as he sat up, watching her as she picked up a stack of bright clothes and accessories, they all seemed to be a mix of golds and a brilliant sapphire colour.
He didn’t have anything like that, not until now and he was excited he couldn’t wait to have a flashy new outfit, strut around the deck and show off to everyone else, show off how great he looked, he would be the envy of the crew and everyone who saw the great captain Buggy. He felt like a giddy child as he watched her walk across the room.
Piling all the items into her arms, taking the well-matched gold trinkets and accessories that she’d collected up during their travels, always thinking of those extra details, she was proud of this one, excited to see how he would react, once she was sure the pile was neatly balanced, she turned around, smiling as she headed to her captain.
She let out a pained sound, her arm twinging, stinging, she caught the stack in her arms before they all hit the floor, a rouge bracelet hit the ground, she bit her lip, Buggy’s eye twitched, the temper he always had bubbling under the surface could be unpredictable.
But he loved her, he knew what she had been through, wordlessly he detached one of his hands, it collected the bangle that had fallen, placing it on top of the stack one more, she didn’t miss how he tried to be subtle about his gloved hand brushing her shoulder, a small, simple gestures that out weight all the gold in the treasury to her.
The smile returned to her face as she walked over, setting the pile down on the table next to him, she lifted each piece, holding it with a flourish for his eyes. Buggy grinned, sitting on the edge of his seat, watching as she explained each piece, what she had done and why.
The clown would never admit to anyone, not a damn fucking soul how much he loved to hear her voice, how he basked in the joy of her smile, seeing her beautiful face light up as she talked him through her process. He didn’t understand the technical seamstress terms.
That didn’t matter, not when he understood that glowing smile. Buggy tried to push away his thoughts; he didn’t want to be soft after all. He simply nodded as she brushed the fur of the elegantly crafted blue coat.
All he could do was think back, the day he’d met his beautiful bird, it seemed like forever ago.
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“What the hellll are you wearing?” Buggy snapped at Mohji when he walked back on the ship with such a swagger that Buggy wanted to through the smug prick over the fucking side of the ship. In his arms he clutched the fabric he’d been sent for, at least he did something right.
His duty was however not to come back, looking better then him, having nicer clothes, he seethed when other members of the crew rushed over, touching parts of the outfit and chattering about how great everything looked.
Buggy grit his teeth and stomped over to the white-haired man, grabbing him by the collar of his new top and shaking him. “Where did you get that outfit” He demanded, screeching in Mohji’s face, he started to shake him, the answers not falling from his mouth fast enough.
“I didn’t buy it if that’s what you care about!” He managed to get between being shaken by his captain. Buggy dropped him when he heard that.
“Free?”
“Free”
He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the man, was he telling the truth? Knowing where his captains train of thought was going, he decided it was best to make this a less painful experience then it already had been. Mohji pulled out a town map from his pants pocket and tapped on the parchment paper a few times.
“A woman lives here, I just wanted to buy fabric for the sails, and she told me she didn’t want money she wanted to make this for me” He recoiled when Buggy’s attention suddenly snapped from the map, his face inches from Mohji’s his nose pressing against the others, an out of place honk could be heard.
“Free you say?” Buggy mumbled and stood back, rubbing his chin in thought, looking at where his crew mate had pointed on the map, he should pay this store a visit he mused.
Without telling his crew anything, he snatched the map from Mohji’s hands and headed towards the store, it was pretty, it fit in with the cute little island vibe, he shrugged his shoulders and kicked open the door, it swung, banging the wall and rattling some jars of buttons. Canary looked up and stared right at Buggy, she was hoping she’d see him, knowing his crew was on the island, she was itching to get to meet him.
Pink that matched her hair dusted her cheeks as the man she’d admired the wanted poster of came marching up to her table, he slammed his hands on the counter, maybe a little too hard because he made a muffled squeak, a tear pricking the corner of his eye but he tried to style it out, this woman was, wow, he was going to slap that bastard when he returned to the ship. He’d not mentioned how stunning this person was.
He was expecting some old hag he could just bully into something for free, he hadn’t expected this woman, he hated how he felt his cheeks heat up, any chance of intimidation had flown right out the window when his voice came out as a squawk.
“You should make me an outfit!” He coughed, he wasn’t making eye contact, he was glancing around the store, he focused on patterns, linins, silks, the selection of ribbons she had along the wall. Anything but her face. Anything but those beautiful eyes and long lashes that blinked at him confused.
“Ah you saw what I did for Mohji!” She clapped her hands together, standing up and grabbing a measuring tape, Buggy stared as she came around to his side, he felt himself trying to tip toe, she was only a little shorter than him and his pride wouldn’t allow that.
“Just like that?” Buggy wasn’t sure if she was up to something, did she like giving everything away? She unrolled the tape and snapped it tight, the sound making him flinch, her bright beaming smile put him at ease after the erupt sound.
“No” Canary said simply and started to take the pirate captains measurements despite his protests. He was made to stretch his arm out, then his legs, she wrapped her arms around his waist to take that measurements and oh, was it, was it hot in here? He tugged the collar of his shirt, stumbling over his words.
“No?”
“I’ll make you the best outfit you’ve ever seen, it’ll be flashier than anyone ones, warlords, yonko, all of them will be jealous of what I put you in” She saw how he stared at her, he licked his lip, the temptation of what she was peddling was now appealing to his vanity.
“What do you want in return?” He asked, deadpanned now, trying to play it cool, he could put on a poker face when it came to business, regardless of how beautiful she was, he was good at deals, he was good at being a pirate.
“I want to join your crew!”
“What?” He felt his voice turn into a high-pitched noise as he stared at her dumbfounded, she chuckled and took his hat from his head, letting his long blue hair pop free, messy pony tails framing his face, taking her same measuring tape and placing it around his head with care.
“I’ve always admired you; I remember hearing about your story as I grew up, how you were on the pirate kings ship? How you got closer to his treasure then anyone, how you can stand toe to toe with Red haired Shanks, all of it… I didn’t think the life of being pirate was for me but…” She paused; she could tell the ‘S’ word was a sour note.
“Looking at your wanted poster I’d think ‘wow, I wish, I wish I could be as flashy, as brave as him’” The tone in her voice, so soft, so honest, the genuine feelings behind her words, he could tell she wasn’t playing with him, she wasn’t messing around.
He did his best not to turn as red as his nose, turning around when she was briefly finished with what she was doing, he coughed into his hand, she was for real wasn’t she? His heart hammered; he felt his knees weaken.
“A new outfit and you’ll join my crew?”
“Yes”
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To have someone pack up their entire life to follow someone like him? He couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t accept it. He’d laugh and joke it off, make a fool out of himself when those pretty eyes were focused on him.
She was also his voice of reason, kept him on a more stable path and out of everyone, he listened to her, he paid attention to her words, she was like the angel on his shoulder, always prompting him to make the right choice, the good decision.
Sometimes she indulged his silliness. But above all else, she was there by his side, even when his less then rational mind won out, when he’d fucked up, made a mistake. She’d gently place her hand on his, smiling softly.
His true treasure.
He blinked when Canary waved her hand in front of his face “What?” Buggy grumbled, feeling embarrassed that his mind had gone on a journey.
“I was talking about how this outfit will be the best I’ve ever made for you! Sort of … an anniversary outfit of sorts” She said, brushing back stray pink hair as she gestured for him to stand, nimble delicate fingers worked off his current coat, setting it aside.
“Anniversary?” Buggy asked, raising an eyebrow as Canary worked on the large fluffy blue coat, adjusting the collar, next was the hat, she perched it on his head with a smile. “You’ll have the model the entire thing for me later but right now, this will do.. you look so handsome captain”
“This was the day you joined the crew, wasn’t it?” Sometimes people forgot that the captain had a softer tone to his voice, how it was always saved for her, she nodded as she tugged him closer to her face “Happy anniversary captain” Kissing his nose she stood back, seeing him red and stumbling over his words.
“Ye..yeah happy anniversary”
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So, once again I failed to properly document my summer harvests and canning, but it's been an unusual year and things are pretty tough, so let's look into what was learned!
Some garden plants will not grow if it's super dry for months and you have chronic exhaustion and can't water it (and the garden pump dries out). These things are: peppers, winter squash, eggplant, swiss chard, kale, potatoes, green beans. I got zero peppers this year, very few winter squash, tiny eggplants, and only a few potatoes.
Some plants proved to be drought resistant! These are: Zuchinni, tomatoes, dry beans, sunflowers, flax flowers. I got plenty of these!
It made a big difference that I planted my garden as early as possible, right after the frost, the plants that managed to get established and big before the drought did very well. Anything planted later in the year did very poorly, except for beans, beans were just pleased with the sun. Other late plants got very stunted and gave very little to no produce, and it made me a little worried, but also gave me more clues to how to care for them properly. People who watered their garden daily actually produced decent peppers and potatoes! Luckily I got a fair amount of it as gifts, so I didn't have to do without.
I was also lucky to plant large amounts of zuchinni this year; it was main source of food the whole summer, you could catch me eating a zuchinni-potato-carrot soup every single day, and I loved it. I saved most of the tomatoes for canning. I didn't get to can as much as usual, I got only 8 jars of salsa for now! But I made a lot more of đuveđ, which I actually prefer, so it's not a big loss. I remember last year, I was canning well into October, so I might still put together a good stash.
I've yet to harvest dry beans, I'm getting a little bit every day, and putting them aside for the winter. I'll try to wait until I can harvest them all, weigh them, then make a winter salad and have a part of them canned as well. I planted them very close together this year, and I'll plant them spread apart the next; then we'll see which method gives more beans!
I've been told over and over again to cover the base of my plants with more soil in order for them to preserve more water, and I've been too stubborn to do it. Nobody explained it properly to me and I do not listen to ill-explained advice. I might try it next year tho. I do feel like tomatoes did well because they were planted so deep, their roots were able to access water. Peppers were planted shallow, so they had no luck. What if I planted the peppers more deeply too? They won't develop side-roots like tomatoes, but they might do better thru a drought.
I've dried lots of tomatoes, carrots, zuchinni, celery, parsley, fennel, kohlrabi, strawberries, and I'm excited for the first time to have a dry stash of food! It'll be fun figuring out how to use it, I only planned as far as to make it. I'll figure it out when I'm hungry, I'm sure.
I still have to see if I get any ground cherries, or any kind of fruit at all, but I've canned many berries, and for the first time, I'm going to attempt to collect and make jam out of rosehips, I've never done that before. This year is the perfect time to figure it out, since there's no fruit, and I know the locations of many wild roses, and I've seen rosehips form in large numbers. I've read somewhere you're supposed to wait until they're touched by first frost before collecting them, so I am biding my time and scheming in the meantime.
Nowdays I'm out in the forests, collecting mushrooms as a food source, I mean, just that one mushroom, because it's too dry for other edible ones to grow. I've figured out a great recipe where I mix aquafaba with salt and spices, add oil, and mix it into a souce with a stick blender, it tastes like mayo but with very little fat in it, and it's perfect as a mushroom sauce. I've been having a grand time eating mushrooms marinated and cooked in it!
I'm also trying to sniff out chestnuts, it's possible they'll be very rare, so I'm planning to get my hands on every single one or so help me.
For a bad-matched year in which late frost deleted all the fruit, and long drought deleted a lot of the vegetables, there's still no panic. Knowledge on how to properly care for plants to make them drought-resistant, and knowing which varieties do well in the heat, makes the food source secure. I'll still have at least a decent sized food stash, and plenty of new foraging knowledge for this winter. Store-bought food did get mad expensive, so I'm worried for the non-gardening folk. How are you all holding on. I hope you all are well. I hope the next year is better. But I'll be prepared for the worse. Just in case.
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MoMM Chapter 4 - The Storm, Part 1 (Preview #1)
(Note: this is not the finalized draft; anything featured is subject to edits or deletion!)
Chapter 3: The Empty Corridors
“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure I deserve that. Your friendship. After everything I’ve done since…”
“Of course you do. Listen to yourself; it’s not like you wanted to frighten me.” An inch of space sat between their hands. “Is this …? Um. Is this okay …?”
The winds continued to howl, and Martin's hand lay limp on the bed sheets. His face grew hot, and he started pulling back. Stupid idea. But then Jon slid his hand closer until their fingers brushed. Emboldened, Martin wrapped his hand around Jon's, his burn scar grazing the soft skin of Martin's palm.
He squeezed gently.
“No one deserves to be lonely, Jon.”
Jon had no response, staring out to the storm that continued knocking on their windows. He stared, and he let Martin hold his hand.
Chapter 4 - The Storm, Part 1
Martin was an optimist. He had to be. Anything else would have been utterly unbearable.
That being said, he was… relatively confident things would get better. Jon had confided in him the terrible secret of Magnus Manor and the truth of this hellish storm. The Lonely. And understanding a problem meant you were one step closer to solving it, right? It meant one step closer to getting out of the cursed estate you’d found yourself trapped in.
Most importantly, though, the two of them were talking again. Above all else, that gave him hope.
Jon was waiting for him in the foyer the next morning. His nose was buried in a book, but when Martin approached, he looked up, and Martin liked to think he looked pleased.
“Good morning,” Martin said, hoping he didn’t sound too flustered.
“You as well. Would ... would you be amenable to sharing some morning tea? If ... if you're still offering ...”
“Y-yes, of course.” So yesterday hadn’t been a fluke; Jon wasn’t going to leave him alone again. “That sounds great. Um. English Breakfast, then?”
Jon smiled, nodded, and fetched them both a pot and one cup apiece. The porcelain warmed Martin’s aching fingers, a refreshing respite from the chill that crept so subtly through the halls.
They drank, and they talked about very little. Martin’s tongue burned with questions (–what’s it like living with these entities? How do they manifest? Will we get out of here soon?–), but he restrained himself; the age lining Jon’s face had soothed as he sipped his tea, and when he asked Martin how he’d slept, there was a shy twist to his mouth.
Right now, Martin wanted to enjoy himself. Enjoy Jon and a warm cup of morning tea. There would be plenty of time to agonise later.
In the meantime, he’d just need to keep busy. Now was as good a time as any to give cleaning the manor another chance. Masochistic, maybe. Impossible, certainly. But at least this time he didn’t have to worry about being reprimanded. Probably.
One of the many study rooms that littered the estate would be a good place to start. Small as it was, its sooty fireplace and dusty couch was enough of a time sink for his purposes.
He was in the middle of battling a particularly stubborn stain when the door opened and Jon peered inside. Despite everything, Martin couldn’t help his trill of anxiety, made all the worse when Jon kissed his teeth.
“Must I iterate that it’s not necessary for you to – ”
“I want to.” It was still such a shock to just see Jon, to have them talking, that the words came out in a breathless, jumbled mess. “I promise. I-I like cleaning, honest. It keeps my mind off … you know, things.”
Jon paused mid-stride. For a moment, Martin thought he was going to be chased off anyway, and then he’d have to actually beg to clean, because the thought of spending another minute with nothing to do but contemplate their situation–
“I–” Sighing, Jon brought a hand to the bridge of his nose. “Fine. Yes, fine, if you insist. So long as you understand that it is absolutely not an expectation of you.”
Martin’s shoulders sagged with relief. Another hurdle crossed.
He’d just convinced himself to relax and finally let his mind wander, soothed by the familiar, tediousness of cleaning a fireplace, when Jon unclasped his cloak, lying it over the sofa.
“What are you doing?”
“Assisting you, obviously. Having you clean it in my stead when I’m the one responsible for it falling into disrepair doesn’t bear thinking about.”
Doesn’t bear thinking about. What didn’t bear thinking about was a man of Jon’s stature doing menial work like this in the first place. But Martin was hardly about to refuse his help … or his company, so freely given. “Um. Thank you. You don’t have to be so hard on yourself, though. There’s literally no way you could have kept this place clean all by yourself.”
“I appreciate the reassurance, but the point is moot.”
Well, if Jon wanted to roll up his sleeves and work at a grimy fireplace, Martin wasn’t about to stop him. When Jon literally rolled up his sleeves, he bit back a smile. The skin of his forearms was paler than that of his hands and face, smooth and free of blemishes. When was the last time he’d enjoyed a bit of sunshine without his shirt buttoned up to the chin?
Not that Martin had any business considering a thing like that in the first place. God, his face was burning again.
“I hate cleaning,” Jon murmured as he dunked the spare cloth in the water bucket. “Nothing ever stays clean.”
“Yeah. Gotta do it, though. Oh, you should keep your elbow up. You won’t tire out your arm as quickly.”
“Oh. Yes, I see.” Jon sighed. “Perhaps the fault lies with me. I’ve never been particularly good at domesticity, after all. The rare times my grandmother was home, the only thing we talked about was how untidy my room was.”
Martin’s ears perked. The opportunity to learn more about Jon and his past? It was too enticing to resist. “Your gram wasn’t home much, then?”
“Not often. She was the matriarch of our family, so important business kept her in the capital most days.”
Oh. How … odd. Martin didn’t know anything about how noble families handled representing themselves, but … “I figured your mom or dad would take care of that sort of thing after a while. Did your gram just enjoy the work?”
“Both of my parents passed when I was a child.”
Martin’s stomach plunged to his feet. What a stupid blunder to make. “I’m … I’m so sorry.”
“It was a long time ago,” Jon said, waving him away. “I was barely more than a baby at the time. I simply don’t remember enough of them to mourn their loss.”
Martin wasn’t sure if that made it worse. For all that Martin mourned the absence of his father, at least he had fleeting memories of warm hands and a deep voice to prove he’d existed at all. That he’d had a father once. “Still, that must have been … a bit lonely.”
“Not at all. I always had my governess’ supervision. She provided the structure and discipline I required.” Jon laughed, a wistful, breathy thing, and lowered his head. “I was … a rather troublesome child.”
That did even less to make Martin feel better, because he suddenly had this image, unbidden, of a little boy with big eyes and gangly knees, head hanging as his grandmother told him off in clipped tones, before leaving once again to the bustling capital. No hugs, or gentle forehead kisses. Just a scolding about his messy bedroom.
I’m sure you were wonderful, he wanted to say. I’m sure you deserved better than that.
But he was probably just projecting again.
“I’ve always liked cleaning,” Martin said, instead. “Makes me feel useful. My mum, she’s … she’s been sick most of my life. Nothing too serious,” Martin added quickly as Jon turned his head. “She just gets tired a lot. You know, hard to stay upright most of the time. There wasn’t a lot I could do to make her feel better, but keeping things clean helped.”
“I … I’m sorry to hear your mother is ill.”
“We were really lucky, actually. We lived in the same town as a really good doctor. He was really generous with us, but eventually … I-I couldn’t keep up with the bills running the farm all by myself, especially after our last goat died. We had to sell a few years ago, and I had to find work in the city.” Even after all this time, his throat tangled at the memory of leaving his childhood home. “Managed to land a really good job at the lord’s castle, so I always had money to send home. Every month. Haven’t been late once, yet. Until …”
“… Until now.”
Martin opened his mouth, because, well, he wasn’t late yet. There was still time for Martin to send his letter: about a week or so. That was plenty of time. But he refrained, because saying as much to Jon felt … dangerous. Like he was tempting fate.
Things were going to work out. They had to. The storm was going to clear, they were going to get out of here, and then …
“Your devotion to your mother is admirable,” said Jon.
Warmth ballooned in Martin’s stomach, spreading to the tips of his ears. It was an absurd thing to receive praise for (oh, you love your mother, really going above and beyond), but … well, it was still nice to hear, every once in a while. Or at all. “Thank you.”
It took most of the morning, but, with their combined efforts, they managed to restore the fireplace to an off-colour white. Martin stepped back, basking in the glow of a job well done. Jon, however, didn’t appear quite as chuffed as Martin felt. Rolling out his wrists, the man collapsed onto the couch, kicking up a cloud of dust in the process and triggering an intense coughing fit.
“Break time?” Martin asked, taking a much more gentle seat. His only answer was more coughing. Poor thing looked utterly done with the whole enterprise, if the curl of his nose was any indication. “So, what do you do for fun around here?”
“Fun?”
“Yeah. Unless you really intend to help me clean this room all day?”
Jon laughed, turning away sheepishly. “I … yes, um … Well, this and that, I suppose. Reading, mostly. I’ve always had a penchant for it, and I’ve yet to make my way through the library. Um. Music, although it’s been quite some time since the gramophone worked. I took to baking for a time. I like to think I’d gotten rather good at it.”
“Wait, so you did bake that bread? When I first got here?” Martin thought back on it, how crispy the crust was, the soft and tasty inner dough, how fresh it had been. Martin couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten fresh bread. “That’s seriously amazing.”
“It’s hardly a complex task. But … yes, thank you.” Martin wasn’t sure if it was the haze of the dust, but Jon’s face looked a bit darker, a bit flushed. But then, the good humor in Jon’s eyes fell away. “And then there was the garden, of course. It was … well. A disaster, to put it mildly.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I killed everything, didn’t I?” Jon’s eyes dropped to his lap, shoulders sinking. “Not a single bulb flourished under my care. I … I eventually figured it was more merciful to give up than keep trying.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Would be better to start with anything but roses, he wanted to suggest. You’re just setting yourself up to fail. But that would certainly come across as annoyingly patronising. “Maybe I can lend a hand?”
“Pardon?”
Wait. No. What business did Martin have making an offer like that? It wasn’t as if he knew any better about keeping things alive. But something about the resigned nature of Jon’s tone tore at him; his mouth had fallen open of its own accord.
“I-I mean … Well, it might be fun, yeah?” Martin tried. “Personally, I’ve always wanted to learn how to garden.”
“Is that so?”
Martin nodded, intending on leaving it there, but Jon was watching him, waiting. Oh.
“W-Well, uh, when I was a kid,” Martin said, face warming, “I’d always dreamed of having a, um, like a little cottage? That I owned? With a great big plot of land in the middle of a forest somewhere. Would get married, settle down, grow flowers and all kinds of food together. It’s … it’s a bit silly.”
“Not at all,” Jon said, eyes softening, and Martin’s heart fluttered something fierce. “I think that’s lovely.”
He smiled, hoping it didn’t come out as a grimace, because it had been a long, long time since he’d indulged in that particular fantasy. It just wasn’t feasible, these days, having a little cottage of his own or … or finding someone who’d want to marry him when he’s never even had a serious relationship before.
“Thank you, though, for your offer,” Jon said, cutting through Martin’s thoughts. “I’ll … be sure to consider it.”
The tight knot in Martin’s stomach unwound just a bit. “‘Course.”
By that point, the dust had become utterly unbearable, and they were forced to evacuate.
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The brass of the door handle glimmered under the lamplight, rusted with age and disuse. How long had Martin been standing here, knees locked and shivering beneath the thick chill? Ages, by now. Griffiths was going to have his skin peeled for shirking his responsibilities like this, and the head butler would be perfectly within his rights.
But every time Martin tried to remind himself, that he still had so much work to do –
“… Hello?”
That voice. Still out there, somewhere behind the old door. Distant, but not beyond Martin’s reach. If Martin had already been here for ages, then that voice …
Wasn’t anyone coming for them?
If he opened the door, he could just take a quick look. Call out, see who needed help –
“And what do you think you’re doing, young man?”
Martin yanked his hand back, hand burnt on the molten brass.
“M-Mum?”
“I always knew you’d leave for good someday. I could see it in your eyes, you know. You couldn’t bear to take care of your poor, sick mother, and now you’re off to traipse about the countryside with some invert.”
“I didn’t leave.” Tight pressure strangled Martin’s throat, the back of his eyes burning. “I’d never do that. Where are you? I’m coming, I-I’ll find you–”
“And what, pray tell, would be the point of that?”
“Mum, please, just tell me where you are, I’m coming–”
“You’ve always been a wretched liar.”
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Martin lurched upright, sucking painful gasps through his aching teeth, his sleep shirt sticking to his sweaty skin. No light permeated the windows— he may as well have been in a tomb, for all that he could see.
Jon was out there somewhere. Alone. As was his mother.
I’m coming back to you. I’ll find a way out of here. I’m doing everything I can–
Liar.
Martin curled up onto his side, wrapping trembling arms around himself. Even though there was no one else to hear him, no one to stifle himself for, he drove his teeth into his lip until his mouth filled with the dull taste of copper.
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Not Today III
A/N: Hello everyone! So, a little bit of foreshadowing has begun, and we have a brief insight into the relationship Aethelind has with Alfred! I really wanted to be sure to explore that relationship, since it will be so integral to the plot later on. So, a smaller chapter, focused on a smaller scene, but no less important to the plot! Next week, much of our cast will return for the feast. Skål!
Summary: When Ivar takes the throne of Kattegat, Lagertha flees to Wessex along with Björn, Ubbe, Torvi, and the Bishop Heahmund. There, they seek the aid of King Alfred. This aid comes in the form of his sister, Aethelind, who agrees to travel to Kattegat and try to reason Ivar, who she spent some time with during their youth, when her grandfather King Ecbert hosted Ragnar Lothbrok in their castle. Now, she is the only hope for Lagertha and her supporters to retake Kattegat from Ivar the Boneless.
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The servants all knew to stay away when Aethelind and Alfred were having one of their disagreements. That, or they knew if it went on for too long, to go get their mother. The struggle with these two was found in the conflicting parts of their father they each embodied. And, truthfully, Alfred did want to help the Vikings who had turned up on his and Aethelind’s door. He just…
He knew what they were capable of. He knew the destruction brought to the shores of Wessex by these Northmen. They weren’t safe, and couldn’t be trusted. But at the same time, he remembered the kind eyes of his grandfather’s close friend, the curiosity in the eyes of that man’s son. He couldn’t quite make the two go together, sometimes, in his mind. Perhaps that was why his sister was now pleading with him to assist the Vikings. She had gotten it all straight.
But then, he realized the same men in her villa, Björn and Ubbe Ragnarsson, had killed both his grandfathers, and he suddenly couldn’t bring himself to see them the way she apparently did. He couldn’t understand her heart for them. They had betrayed their grandfather, Ecbert. How could she know they wouldn’t betray her, too?
He had voiced that question, and that, he knew, was the cause of her absolutely bewildered look. Clearly, he’d messed up in asking that. He could tell by her expression exactly what was going through her mind.
“You let fear control you too much,” she finally said, after a few moments of simply staring at him. Perhaps he hadn’t known exactly what, then. “Our father would be absolutely appalled at this. There shouldn’t even be any discussion. You and I both know he’d jump to assist them.”
"Our father destroyed their settlement, Aethelind,” he countered, and then her expression turned pointed, unimpressed. He’d known what she meant, and dodged it, not wanting to admit she was right.
“Our true father,” she said lowly. “Athelstan.”
Ah, yes, thought Alfred. The closest friend of Ragnar Lothbrok. And what good did that friendship do him?
“He was betrayed by the Vikings,” Alfred pointed out. “We know one of them killed him. Grandfather told us this before he was killed by them, too.”
“Grandfather was found dead in his bath, you don’t know the Vikings killed him,” Aethelind argued.
“I know they brought their Great Heathen Army here, and when we returned, Grandfather was dead. Don’t be naïve, Aethelind. He turned Ragnar Lothbrok over to Grandfather Aelle. The Heathens came, went to Northumbria, came here to Wessex, and both our grandfathers died while they were here. What else can be assumed by this?”
“They never came here on that trip.”
Alfred sighed. He should have known that would have been kept from her. The truth of these sorts of matters could be jarring, he knew that, and so he understood why she wouldn’t have been told- especially as she’d continued speaking of that boy, even as he helped lead the army that killed their grandfathers.
“They did,” he confessed. “It’s why we left, right before Grandfather Ecbert passed. He knew they would come, and sent us away for safety. They killed him in his bath, and that’s why we returned to find him gone.”
Alfred watched as she seemed to grow cold, distant from him. That was never good. She was angry. Her brows creased together, her eyes hardened, and she let out a slightly bitter laugh.
“And no one saw fit to tell me of this?” she questioned, voice low. “No one thought I should know that Vikings came and killed both our grandfathers? Why? Was I deemed to be too fond of one of them to be trusted with this information?” Even though her voice hadn’t changed overly much, wasn’t too hostile in nature, Alfred flinched. This was almost worse than when she yelled. “You didn’t even see fit to tell me this, Alfred?”
“You… were too close to both sides of the conflict,” he said, and from the way he spoke, it sounded to her as if he were trying to soothe her. The idea was like salt in the wound he’d just reopened. “And it was difficult news to bear anyway. I thought to protect you by never saying-”
“No, you betrayed me by never saying,” she interrupted. “All this talk of how the Northmen will betray me, and you already have. And what harm could have been done anyway? I already sympathized with the Northmen. The worst case already was the case. If anything, you might have won my sympathies back! Yet now all you have done is solidified my convictions.
“And if nothing else, I know our father would have helped them. Our father left Wessex to be with them in Kattegat. He loved Ragnar Lothbrok. Despite all their differences, even when it came to faith, our father was the one at his right hand, even until his death. If he were here, he would advise that we send aid at once. I, for one, wish to uphold his legacy. I wish to be friends to these people, even if you find it ill-advised.”
Alfred regarded her with a very interested expression. He knew, of course, that she was right, but the way she was talking… “You sound just like him,” he said. “At least, how Mother says he sounded. His love for the Vikings… It’s as if you have inherited it from him.”
His comment seemed to lighten things a bit, though the mood became heavier in other ways, and she smiled a little. “Perhaps you have too,” she suggested. “You simply need to see them in a better light.”
“A better light?” Alfred asked. “What other way is there to see them?”
“Spend some time with them,” she suggested. “And perhaps, speak with our mother about them, and about our father’s relationship with them. She’s told me much of how it used to be, how they helped our grandfather take Mercia. How he, in turn, gave them land here to settle on to farm. How they lived there peacefully. All stories have more than one side to them, Alfred. Perhaps you should learn theirs.”
“Is that what you’ve just done? Spent time learning their story?”
Aethelind nodded, and sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose. “It’s terrible. What’s happened to them… It’s nothing I would wish on anyone. Björn and Ubbe’s brothers have betrayed them- Hvitserk and Ivar. They took Kattegat from under Lagertha, who was apparently its rightful ruler. He murdered their other brother, Sigurd. And even more, Lagertha and Björn knew our father, very well. They loved him, and were loved by him. If you don’t want to help the others… can we at least agree to help them, Alfred? They are no ordinary Northmen. They were friends of our father’s.”
He sighed once more, his brows drawing together thoughtfully as he looked to the table. “Alright,” he eventually agreed. “Lagertha and Björn… I will agree to help, though I cannot say yet in what way. The others are your guests, and I will not take ask you to turn them away. In the meantime, while we work on a plan to offer them aid, I will order a feast to be held to welcome them tonight. Hopefully, this will ensure them of our good faith. And, in accordance with your request, I will… spend some more time with those who our father did not know- Ubbe and… what is the other’s name? The woman with him?”
"Torvi,” Aethelind supplied. “She’s his wife, yes. She seems to be very sweet so far. I wasn’t sure she trusted me overly much, when we first met, but multiple times throughout their explanation, she advised them to go more slowly, to give me time to process what I was learning. I like her.”
Alfred nodded a little, and smiled. “Ubbe and Torvi, then. I will try to know them better, to please you, dear sister.”
Aethelind smiled at her brother, and nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “I will be trying to know them all well, especially in the event we must work more closely with them toward anything. It is imperative that they be able to trust us, not only that we be able to trust them. If we’re to accomplish anything, we must trust each other. We must become with them how our father was with theirs.”
Alfred chuckled softly, an amused smile on his face. “You are very passionate,” he commented affectionately. “They are blessed to have you on their side. I might have turned them away, otherwise. And yet, here you are, arguing for their good. I wonder what else you may try to talk me into, the longer they’re here?”
“Nothing too drastic, I shouldn’t imagine,” she teased. “Though, I’m not sure… Björn may be unmarried.”
Alfred nearly choked, his eyes widening exponentially. “That will not be happening. I am saying no to that right now. You will not be the wife of Björn Ironside. No.”
Aethelind giggled at how easily Alfred had fallen for her joke, a wide grin splitting her face, and he sighed. He should known better by now than to take such a comment seriously. As all their family were rather serious, he couldn’t be sure where she’d gotten such a penchant for mischief. But, it was amusing, and it broke the common monotony of daily life around the castle. He couldn’t be too upset about that, could he?
“One of these days I’ll learn to stop falling for your little tricks,” he told her, and she only laughed more.
“Oh, where would be the fun in that?” she asked. “No, if there’s something I can always rely on you for, Alfred, it’s falling for my ‘little tricks’. And, for coming around to the right way of thinking about things.”
“Or, more accurately, for supporting you. Even in the strangest of your endeavors- of which I’m sure this is one. Helping Vikings reclaim their village. Grandfather Aelle must be turning in his grave, right now.”
The smirk Aethelind wore made Alfred realize that didn’t upset her in the slightest, as did the comment she made.
“I don’t quite see the harm in that.”
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20 day shoujo challenge, day 4
Day 04: favourite School Life Shoujo
Ha ha, I’m greedy, so not one, not two, but three answers this time.
Favourite School Life Shoujo manga : Gokinjo Monogatari (Yazawa Ai)
The story of a group of students in an art school - the heroine, more specifically, studies fashion. I love this one because the characters are actually passionate about what they do in school. And because the heroine and her love interest get together before half the manga is passed, and they’re maybe even more interesting when they are together than when he was pining. And also, I love the friendships and the secondary characters! They’re all so cute, and good people, and I love them.
(Warnings: I read it quite a while ago, and in my memory it’s a manga with no objectionable content, but honestly I don’t remember)
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Favourite School Life Shoujo anime : Oniisama e
Let’s totally change styles and go into shoujo ai tragedy! Also, coming of age. I love the manga, but the anime develops more the secondary characters, I’m all for it.
Nanako enters a prestigious high school and discovers the rivalries and hypocrisies of high society. At the same time, she falls in love with Rei, an elegant, cool, depressed girl who’s secretly in love with her half-sister, the president of the school council.
I really love how even if it’s school life, all the reveals, about the characters’ lives or relationships, hit hard. And the directing is so good about making drama striking! And of course I’m deeply invested in the main love triangle.
(Warnings: death, incest, illness, drugs, suicide, cheating)
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Favourite School Life Shoujo : KareKano
This one is complicated, because I adore the manga and I adore the anime and I ship Yukino/Souichirou so hard, but I still have things to complain about - and these things aren’t the same in the anime and the manga.
First, I adore the dynamics. Yukino is an hypocritical girl who is at the top of her class, plays perfect, is friendly to everyone but has no friends, and considers she can only be natural (and lazy, and shameless) in her family. But when she enters high school, she gets only second place, ans swear eternal hatred to the boy who beat her. In the meantime, he’s fallen in love with her, and she panics.
They start dating very fast though. And I love them so much together.
First part of the manga is about Yukino learning to be a bit more herself while keeping her good qualities, making friends. Second part is about Souichirou’s mask of perfection and what is behind it, how even in his own family he can’t let himself go, because his family is complicated. In the meantime, all of their friends find love, they do a school play, lots of activities, it’s so fun and so lively, I adore it. And the directing of the anime really gives the right energy.
But the anime gets kind of lost in the second part. It has too much recaps, and it stops too abruptly - they’re starting preparing the play, we don’t even know how it will go, its bad timing and absolutely doesn’t stand by itself, which is so sad when the beginning was so good.
And the manga, while having resolves character arcs for every one, has a few romantic arcs that are a bit creepy to me.
(I don’t even know which one I want to rec, but I still adore it)
(Warnings: Nothing I remember in the anime, some bullying and dubcon sex in the manga. Underage sex for the americans, also, I guess, but we see nothing and they’re legal in their country)
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Today could have been so much more annoying then it was. It was actually a pretty good day .Its still early, not 9 yet. But I am basically ready to sleep. I hope it comes easier, but so far this week that has not happened. Fingers crossed.
I slept alright once I did get to sleep. I woke up around 9 and was confused about James not being here. Because I thought it was wednesday. But it is only tuesday. And so James was at work and I was alone. They had made me a sandwich, which was very nice. I got dressed and felt adorable. I really love my new hair. I washed it for the first time tonight and well have to see what it looks like without all the salon products. But the curls make me feel like a princess, so thats pretty great.
I had a nice morning though. I had my sandwich and got to work on some bears. I just made two, just to knock them out. Felt good. I am waiting on more dolls eyes but I have plenty to work with in the meantime. It was fun seeing two bears be made at the same time, in the same way, and still coming out so different Just the smallest changes in placement and stuff make such a big difference, and I just think thats cool.
I would finish those up and play some pokemon until James came home. I am not bringing the switch with me, so James can play it, while Im at my parents house. So I am trying to grind out some of the levels and take lots of pictures. Its very fun, but it does still make me a little nauseous.
James got back and it was so nice to see them. We talked for a little, but soon I had to leave for work.
I had high hopes that I wouldnt be the only one there this afternoon but my dreams were dashed. Firstly, my manager got her second covid shot and was so sick. She shouldnt have been there in my opinion.It wasnt fair to her. But there was no one to come in. And Travis called out again. And I was just so mad. Thankfully Mr Chris, who I used to work with, would come around snack time, and that really changed the day for the better. Because the beginning was a lot.
The kids were just loud and there were a lot of them. But I tried my best. I came up with a project (about chickens) and tried to keep them occupied.
When Chris came I felt much more supported. The kids were in general good, though they talked over me a lot. The chicken project came out so cute, and while we had some tears because the littles were sleepy, we had hugs and it was all good.
I did take them up to the gym to run around. I only brought the soft, gator skin balls, and we ended up playing this very silly game where I sat on the rolling chair and held a hoola hoop and the kindergarteners pulled me around the room. But then it ended up being a bunch of the older ones holding the hoop and running and basically slamming me into walls and honestly it was so fun. I am a little bruised, but it was so cute having the littles run me around the room, and then when the bigger ones made it into an extreme sport it was hilarious. Just a good time.
We finished up the day but then I still had a kid! Until almost 630! I dont know what happened but thankfully it was a little one who I enjoy a lot and so we had a good time talking and goofing off until his parent came. I was mostly just worried about the storm coming in. Because I did not have an umbrella. But I lucked out and James came and got me so I didnt get rained on.
When we got home James finished up dinner, which was broccoli and a baked potato, and was great. I vaguely packed for next week. Im unclear on the weather so I may redo the bag, but its a start. After dinner we had creme brulee with mango and played some games. It was just really nice.
At 8 I washed my hair for the first time since getting the curls put in. I think I did a good job. It still looks curly so Im not to worried about losing them anymore. Now its just learning to take care of them. Its fun. And it makes me feel like a princess. I dont know if Ill do it again next year but I love it for now.
I am just in bed now, chilling, watching a video. And I am ready to just be comfy. I hope tomorrow is another really nice day. I want to do some more work in the morning and I hope we just have a small group tomorrow. Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves.
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