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This is my tribute to the late Technoblade. I'm well over a week late to the anniversary of his passing, but I think it was worth the wait. I wanted to get this right.
The story I want to tell is of time's passage after his passing, and the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of various aspects of his life depicting that concept.
I have a lot more to say about this painting - three pages just for the symbolism alone. If you're interested, please let me know and I'll share my analysis on a separate post! Edit: I caved. Aight, prepare for a massive info dump below the cut!
DISCLAIMERS:
Although I put a lot of research into this piece, my knowledge is likely flawed and incomplete. If I missed or misinterpreted a reference, it’s because I’m new to the Technoblade community. If I got a symbolism thing wrong, it’s because I relied on Google search for answers. I fact checked where I could. And with this analysis, I hope I can clear up any misinterpretations!
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OVERVIEW:
There’s lots of imagery to unpack so I’ll try parsing it in a structured manner. Let’s first examine it holistically.
The story I want to tell here is of time’s passage after Technoblade’s passing. As such,the set dressing of this space is a symbolic amalgamation of that concept.
Prominently featured are the various medical equipments - a nod to the grim reality of his cancer. But let’s not linger upon that aspect of his story.
Of equal importance are the more mundane objects - his gaming setup, the couch and pillow which Floof sat upon in that one photo, the plethora of paraphernalia of branded merchandise, and references to his exploits in Minecraft. These are relics and mementos of his legacy.
All of these elements intermingle in flooded, lushly overgrown room looking out to a rose-tinted exterior. Is it dawn? Dusk? I’ll leave that interpretation up to the viewers.
The third and final component is the plant life representing his community -us. We beautify this metaphorical space with where it was once laden with tragedy. Yet, despite these riotous blooms, we never quite encroach on the bed - the empty space left behind by him.
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SET DRESSING:
Much care was taken in selecting the blossoms and placing them in symbolically significant locations. And this neatly transitions us into the analysis individual details.
Foreground:
In the foreground, ivy crawls through a lamp and white clovers thrive atop a pile of pillboxes. The lamp base, once a shining bronze-like finish, is heavily tarnished. The lampshade is overgrown with moss and ivy. Even if the greenery has yet to damage the electric wiring, the damp surely has finished the job. Even if the bulb is replaced, the body is too far gone. The light’s never coming on again.
I was initially put out that my painstakingly 3D modeled pillboxes became entirely obscured, but I think it works in favor of the piece’s overarching theme: the beautiful wilds overtaking a space that once reeked of the desperate fight to prolong life.
White clover blossoms meaning “thinking of you” is paired with the ivy meaning “everlasting devotion”. It’s an apt combination. It has been over a year since his passing, and we still remember and carry on his legacy.
Nestled amongst the foliage is Techno’s compass. It was once used to hunt him down in the Dream SMP. But now, it’s an odd comfort. Even though he’s no longer with us, he’s still somewhere far, far away– or is he? The original idea was for the needle to point heavenwards, but it is currently pointing…sideways? I’ll get to the reasoning a bit later.
The Flood:
Moving deeper into the space, we hit the floodwaters. These once turbulent currents are now tranquil enough to nourish this verdant place. The thriving plant life hides much of this darkness. It is beautiful, hopeful, even. But always bittersweet, because everything that grows here is laced with an old sorrow.
White lotus rise from the murky depths. That is us, overcoming our grief. Breaching the surface, we gain a new vantage point to contemplate this loss. Perhaps we can also find a more comforting perspective of it.
Submerged amongst the blossoms is a rusted oxygen machine. I wanted to decorate the machine with stickers, much like one would personalize a plaster cast for a broken limb. It is deliberate that the “Technoblade Never Dies” sticker is in shadow, while the “So Long, Nerds" is in light.
Immediately to the right was meant to be a box of assorted Technoblade apparel. But then I flooded the space for narrative reasons, rendering that idea unusable. I eventually converted it into a Welch’s Fruit Snacks box, because apparently Technoblade liked them? It’s one of the shallower references here but it is what it is.
And finally, there is a little cameo floating somewhere in the waters. An Easter egg, if you will. I wonder if you can find it?
Furnishings from Home:
I found the couch and Technoblade’s gaming setup during my trawl through the Technoblade Reddit page for reference photos. Balancing this space full of impersonal medical equipment with more personalized belongings is grounding. These areas insert familiarity in this strange environment.
Gaming Setup:
The gaming setup is bare bones - just the monitor, keyboard, and mouse. There was no space to add more iconic elements like his Blue Yeti microphone or the steering wheel from that Minecraft challenge. Hanging above but heavily obscured by overgrowth are two framed pictures of Technoblade’s cabin and a potato minion. It is a blink-and-you-miss-it detail, placed in a dim space and requiring close examining to notice. Without the context of the rest of this environment, it is easily mistaken as generic set dressing.
That’s the point, though. This was a space where he streamed and created videos much beloved by his community. This space was the means of creation, not the creations themselves. Without the creator at the helm, this setup becomes insignificant. Does one dote over the easel on which paintings were created, or the paintings themselves? So now it sits in darkness, a footnote of Technoblade’s legacy.
Nostalgia Corner:
On the other end, we have the sold out Youtooz plushies and the Agro Pig plush from the recent merch drop sat atop the couch. If you look closely, you’ll see a Skeppy coin leaning against one of the plushies. Behind the couch is a shelf. A generic shelf, but the important bits here are the sellout bell, Youtube plaque, and vinyl figurines.
This corner of the room is nostalgic and soft. Everything is bathed in rosy pink light, and it is filled with things that are comfortingly familiar. All across the world, people in his community have these pieces of merch to remember him by.
The red poppies that also grow here have multiple meanings. It represents the battle - one against sarcoma - which was fought here. It symbolizes death, but also resilience in the face of grueling conditions. It is said that they grow in former battlefields where of fallen warriors. I believe of all the flowers here, this one best represents Technoblade.
The Hanging Mobile:
Strung up above it is a rather last minute addition to the environment - a hanging mobile fabricated from totems representing each member of the Sleepy Bois Inc. friend group. First and foremost is Technoblade’s iconic MCC crown, aptly placed at the top. Although it is untouched by the greenery, the gold and jewelry are somewhat muted and tarnished by time.
This is not the case for the objects below. TommyInnit’s music disc shines iridiscent green and purple - Cat and Mellohi merged into one. To is right is a sky-blue guitar pick with the LoveJoy logo engraved onto it for Wilbur Soot. And finally, below it all is Philza’s Friendship Emerald - sparkling and refracting light - with Elytra feathers fastened at the bottom. They, suspended and isolated from everything, maintain a pristine vibrancy which strongly contrasts against everything else in this space.
IV Stand:
Next to the computer setup is the IV stand. It sustains life which is incapable of continuing on without intervention. The butterfly milkweed growing on it, in contrast, says “let me go.” The latter, overtaking the tangle of tubes and powered off patient monitor, is victorious. The hooks stand rusted, and the IV bag empty from disuse.
Sat atop the patient monitor but almost blending into the walls is a pig figurine featured in Dream’s latest music video. It stands on a high perch, yet is unassuming as to direct focus on Technoblade, or rather, his absence.
Hanging from the wired basket is an air freshener tag. If you look on the official website, this is one of the only products which has what I can only call interesting flavor text. Most are merely descriptions and specs of the product. To quote it verbatim:
“Yes, this is a real product. And no, this ‘air freshener’ has no discernible fragrance. ‘Why’ you ask? Because Mr. Technodad and our team agreed this was exactly the sort of air freshener Alex would have found hilarious.”
As morbid as it sounds, I feel like this air freshener tag would not have existed before Technoblade’s passing. It is so unlike any other merchandise I’ve seen in any other branded merchandise store. It’s like an inside joke, secretly shared within the descriptions for the world to eventually discover.
Window:
Unlit candles line the window sill - the aftermath of a candlelight vigil. It is a versatile symbol. It raises awareness of a disease or illness. It pays tribute the dead. Judging from the melted wax dribbling down the candle shafts and the wall below (the opacity was reduced so it looks less like bloodstains), this has been done many times over. But there is so much more candle to burn, representing the people still continuing this ceremony, albeit in the privacy of their own homes.
Above the candles are some broken blinds. When grieving, it would have been so easy for Mr. Technodad to hide away from the world in his grief. It’s understandable, to give into that primal urge to flee from prying eyes when he’s at his most vulnerable. He had the difficult task of reading out his son’s final farewell to us. This barrier between him and us dismantled by this gesture so we can remember Technoblade together.
Coincidentally, the window frame itself somewhat resembles the kitchen window featured in Technoblade and Technodad's cooking videos. Completely unintentional on my end, but fitting in a way since in both those videos they're pulling back the metaphorical curtains for the audience to peer into a small aspect of their private lives.
To the right of the window is a nondescript clock, forever stopped at the 6:30 as a nod to the date when the "So Long, Nerds" video was published. The minute hand is accidentally left out removed to signify that time will no longer move forward for Technoblade. In contrast, the rest of the world - represented by this space - continues to grow and change around his absence.
A wind chime hangs just outside the window. It is said that the soothing sounds produced by them is a healing balm during tumultuous times. Where there is wind there is stirred up emotions, but it is motionless on this calm, breezeless day. A rare respite, where remembrance overrides grief.
On a more amusing note, there is an interesting looking moth perched on the window glass. Upon closer inspection, the wing pattern may look somewhat familiar. In Chinese culture, when a huge moth visiting your home is the embodiment of your recently deceased loved one checking on you. Remember the compass in the foreground? Well, here’s why it is pointed sideways instead of upwards. This idea came up rather organically during a VC session in the R/Technoblade Discord server. My handful of viewers and myself affectionately dubbed this doofy looking moth TechnoMoff!
Venturing further beyond the windows, ferns grow with wild abandon. They represent eternal youth, and from a certain point of view, he will remain youthful forever at the age of 23. He lives on through us carrying on his legacy and spreading his story.
Everything outside is tinged with pink. After someone dies, we start seeing them less as a person and more as a legacy. It is the natural course of things to start seeing the deceased through rose-tinted lenses - hence the artificially pink hue of the outside contrasting with the more grounded color palette of the inside.
Bed:
And now we circle back to the centerpiece of this entire composition: the bed and the things that surround it.
In front of the bed is an over-bed table with a single object: an incense bowl filled to the brim with burnt sticks of incense. A simple shrine for Technoblade. In Chinese culture, we light incense at the altar to honor our loved ones. We may live separate lives and not cross paths often, but we all come together to leave our marks through this ritual. It is proof that he is still very much loved and missed by us all.
The bariatric bed frame is typically seen in hospitals. It allows the patient to comfortably sit up or recline without expending valuable energy. Encased in this frame is something more personal - the mattress and cushions which Technoblade laid upon in his photo with the Youtube plaque. Their unique patterning is a foil for the impersonal receptacle it is caged in. It is spotlit by the window light, emphasizing its emptiness. Not a single blossom dares to encroach upon this space, because to do so would be to erase the space where Technoblade last resided. Like I mentioned before, this is story is about the space around him as much as it is about him.
Cradling this bed frame are several flowers. Rosemary and forget-me-not’s for remembrance. Appropriate, given its proximity to the bed. Morning glories, for resilience. That’s us, again. For a while, we meander and spread in the upper walls of this space, avoiding the floodwaters which symbolize grief. But eventually, we gather the strength to meander down to the bed, where grief was the strongest.
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CONCLUSION:
There is that cheesy quote from that one Marvel TV show – “What is grief, but love persevering?” While this reframes our perception of dealing with loss, grief is not some thing that should linger. The absence of grief does not equate to the lack of love. Instead, I would like you to consider this: remembrance is love persevering. And with our combined perseverance, Technoblade will never truly die.
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.:It's about Time:. part 1
A story behind how Navi and Time found each other! enjoy!
It was a cold hazy morning in the forest, after a whole night of rain. The small beam of light from the morning sun was shining through the leaves, warming up the air that was fresh and with an earthy smell. A tiny blue fairy emerged from a hole in a great redwood tree. Butt in the air, she yawned and stretched her whole fuzzy body, shaking the sleepiness out of her and flapping her wings awake. She raised her snout to sniff the air and letting out a sigh of relief.
After months of winter, spring was finally settling in, and Navi couldn’t be happier about that. The forest was alive with all her favorite snacks, spiders, grasshoppers, and more! So, no time to spare! She set out to search the environment for some breakfast.
Navi flew through the cold air, the sun hitting her from above. The floor of the deep forest was filled with big old stones with beautiful carvings all over the place with moss and ferns covering the ground completely. A river close by, water flowing steadily. Navi took a glance for any danger in the area, but all seemed fine. She decided to start her hunt here. Flying down to land on some of the wet stones, almost slipping but caught her balance. She skipped along from stone to stone, stopping a bit to sip some water from a nearby plant that was dripping from the rain. Then, in the distance before her, she saw a delicious grasshopper! Navi ducked down quickly, and without making a sound she sneaked up to the prey behind the ferns, slowly approaching, ready to pounce any second now. However, suddenly a disturbance from the distance echoed throughout the deep forest. The grasshopper hopped away in fright. Navi attempted to go for the kill, but it was too late. It got away.
“Tch…” Navi sighed in disappointment. She flew up to one of the tree branches high above, away from any danger. What in the world was that sound?
Monsters did live in these woods, maybe it was one of those awful wolfos striding around the area, looking for their own prey. Or maybe it was one of those atrocious stalfos beating up a tree somewhere for fun. Suddenly the sound was back! It sounded like thunder rumbling! This was no wolfos or stalfos. This was something huge and dangerous. Navis curiosity got the best of her, and she set out to solve this.
Navi got closer and closer to the mysterious rumbling. She flies above an ancient, overgrown temple ruin. Walls, Pillars, and statues broken down over time, greenery taken over the place completely. She has been here many times for the amazing apple trees that grow here. It has always been such a peaceful place. But not today, birds flying away in flocks, frightened by the ruckus. It sounded like a huge fight was going on!
Navi quietly landed on one of the big ancient statues, hiding behind it to get a peek in on what was going on, but nothing could have prepared her for what was making all that sound. It was a Goron! Out in the middle of the forest throwing around huge rocks, destroying them into small pieces. The Goron looked angry yet saddened, mostly getting his frustrations out. What was a Goron doing so far from home? Was he lost? Did he lose something? Whatever it was, he was making a commotion. Navi rolled her eyes. She had no time for this. She was about to set off again, but something stopped her. She took a glance at the Goron. Something about him seemed familiar but she couldn’t put her paw on what it was… it was like she had seen those eyes before, the right eye barring a huge scar across it. Navis memories sparked for a moment, the eyes resembling her dear old friend, but there was no way this was Link, this was a Goron.
Navi felt a little bad stalking this poor Goron. So, she decided to let him be. He clearly didn’t want to be disturbed. Why else would he do his outburst deep in the forest far from home. Besides, Navi still needed some breakfast. She set off as quietly as she came.
Back home, Navi was digging for worms in some dirt right underneath the redwood tree. It was no grasshopper and Navi loved the hunt of it all, but it was tasty, nonetheless. continued her day with small tasks and gathering fresh leaves for her nest.
Walking down to a little puddle nearby to wash her paws clean after an evening of work, she couldn’t stop thinking about the Goron. And Link… it has been years now, but she still missed him deeply. The day she left him after completing the Dekus trees dying request, she was supposed to move on with her life. Finally reuniting with her great fairy and all her sisters in the forest. Living life with all her sisters was nice but she felt empty inside every single night, wondering what Link was up to and if he was okay… so one day she decided to go look for him! The hero she was meant to be with! But… he was nowhere to be seen. No one in Hyrule knew where he was. But that didn’t stop her! She searched for days, weeks, months! But with no luck… It was like he was gone… dead. Navis hope grew thin over the years, and she settled down in the deep forest, Abandoning her quest. But no matter what she did, she could never let him go in her heart. The day went by, and the sun started to set at around dinner time. Navi laying at the opening of her redwood tree hole, still in thought, and was not feeling like hunting. She felt restless and couldn’t focus. So, she decided to go to sleep early this time. Letting her mind rest.
to be continued~
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Secret Garden - Josh Kiszka
a/n: i of course got this inspiration at like 2 in the morning and finished it at 4 🙃 it starts off rough bc i haven’t written for a bit, and it’s not my greatest, but i tried :) also inspired by this photo i reblogged yesterday
summary: josh finds a hidden garden and brings you there to spend time together
Josh walks along a concrete path, his soft hand in yours, swinging back and forth like two children holding hands. His thumb rubs the back of yours soothingly, reminding you with his touch that he’s here and with you. Today, with him being back home from tour for a little while now, he wanted to spend time with you, of course, but in a new place.
Recently, while on a walk by himself, he discovered this little secret and hidden garden with a small but beautiful pond and a bunch of plants and flowers in the middle of a round stone structure; he immediately knew he wanted to bring you with him the next time he went and show you the space.
No words are spoken as you come up to a wooden structure, overtaken by the greenery. There’s a small bench underneath a large circle cutout in the paneling, overlooking the gorgeous yet slightly overgrown garden.
“Josh, what-”
“I came across this and it was so peaceful here, and I figured we could use some time to ourselves,” he murmurs, bringing you over to the bench to take a seat.
Looking out the window-like feature, you take in the bright green scenery, the early morning sunlight filtering through to bathe everything in a hazy glow, the fog in the distance beginning to settle. There was a large tree just to the right of you, a few ways away from where you sat, that provided some shade to the small pond that it was planted right next to.
“Who owns this?” You wonder, turning to your lover, who sits there, admiring you, a small grin on his lips.
“I’m not sure. It’s not on private property, so it must be a community thing. But I sat here for so long the other day, clearing my head, and I know you could use the same.”
His hand remains in yours as you lean against the curve of the circular cut-out, staring at Josh in awe. The sunlight was beginning to move, and the spot Josh sat in was its next target; though he didn’t seem to care, and as he gazes into the distance, you take in his features.
From the soft curls resting against his forehead, to the slight bump of his nose that you loved so much, his ears that were now visible all the time due to his haircut, and the newly shaved down sides that were your favorite part about it all; how soft it felt under your fingertips, like his velvet jumpsuits right before he goes on stage.
The blinding sun shone directly onto Josh’s face as he takes deep breaths of the fresh air, yet he still didn’t seem to have an issue with it. This gave you a chance to see the beautiful color of his eyes. He had always been insecure about his brown irises, hating that they weren’t a striking blue or deep green that would grab people’s attention.
However when you met him, you found a deep love for his eyes. They held so much of his soul and so much knowledge, they hide visions of film ideas behind them, and best of anything, they offer so much comfort. When you’re feeling down, you can look into his eyes and suddenly, everything is okay; he expresses his emotions with them as well, and it’s one thing you adore about him.
Of course, not to mention amount of love they held for you every single time they landed on you.
The streak of light lit them up beautifully, turning them from a deep chocolate brown to a stunning, rich, golden brown, one that makes them stand out so much more, and showcases their beauty in a different light.
You get lost in the sight for a moment, falling into the pool of color, feeling that sense of comfort come to you, even though no words have been said. Warmth washes over you by just looking into is eyes, a sign of how in love you are with Josh.
Traveling down his face, your eyes land on his soft, plump lips. The ones you loved to kiss so much, the ones that spoke praise to you during passionate nights, so pink and kissable all the damn time. Every so often, as you lay in bed laying side by side, facing each other, you take a moment to trace your finger along his lips just because. And he always makes sure to give your fingertips soft kisses in return as well.
“Something on your mind, darling?” His voice breaks you from your daze. Shaking your head for a moment, your eyes meet again, and now, that warm, comforting color was staring right back at you.
“Nothing at all,” you grin, brushing off the daydream. “Just thinking about how much I love you.” Josh smiles and leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.
“I love you too, dove,” he whispers against your lips before sitting back down.
As the hours pass, you and Josh remain in your spots, enjoying the nice, spring weather while taking in the beauty of nature, and quietly chatting over anything and everything. Josh tells you stories from tour that he was saving to tell you, while you detail what some of your days were like without him, or complaining about work.
Eventually, you move to lay in Josh’s arms, with your back against his chest, your head snuggly fitting into the crook of his neck. His arms were wrapped around you as tightly as they could be, and he rests his cheek on the crown of your head. Your legs were sprawled out on the bench, the sun now high in the midday sky, making the leaves and vines creeping up the sides of the walls the perfect sunshade for you.
Your eyes flutter closed as a cool breeze washes over you, the chill in the air sending a small shiver up your arms. Josh begins to hum along to one of their new songs quietly as his hands rub your forearms, having sensed your sudden discomfort with the temperature.
“Josh, can you tell me the story of when you decided you wanted to become a filmmaker?” You ask, not turning around. He chuckles lightly, the sound rumbling in his chest and vibrating onto your back.
“Of course, darling. I was young, probably twelve, when my school was doing a film contest. Anyone could send anything in, and I did something with Jake and Sam. It was so stupid, we were just running around on the playground at the park near our house. But it had a whole story to it. We used our imagination the best we could, and it somehow ended up winning second place. From there, I decided that I really liked telling stories.
“It escalated to writing out short stories for me and my friends. They went nowhere aside from acting them out whenever I had friends sleep over. But then when I was sixteen, I had a friend who offered to lend his video camera to us so we could shoot it. And ever since then, I’ve loved writing stories and and watching the script come to life.”
The soothing sound of his soft, melodic voice was enough to make your eyelids grow heavy, but you didn’t want to fall asleep and miss this incredible time with him.
“Haven’t I told you that before? Why did you wanna hear it again?” He asks, placing his cheek back on your head. You hum quietly and sit up, his face falling as you slip away from his arms. Coming close to him, you kiss his nose as softly as ever, a blush immediately rising to his cheeks.
“I just wanted to hear you talk. I love listening to you.”
“Is that so?” He coos, trying to cover up the fact that he was flustered and flattered. Giggling, you kiss all over his face in response, eliciting a high-pitched giggle from him as well.
“Very much so. Why do you think I ask you to read me to sleep every night? I could listen to you talk for hours.”
“You’re so adorable,” he gushes, kissing you as sweetly as ever. You settle back in his arms, silence falling over the two of you as the sounds of nature take over.
Birds chirping, the wind rustling the green leaves on the trees, the flowers bouncing along with every breeze. Crickets could be heard in the distance, adding to the ambience of the space. Josh closes his eyes as well, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, calming and grounding himself in the moment.
“I could stay here forever,” you whisper, turning your head to gaze up at him. He smiles, placing a single kiss to your forehead.
“Me too, dove. Hopefully when we settle down, we can move into a little cottage away from the city, no neighbors for miles, just wide open spaces, a beautiful garden to sit in and enjoy on days like these.”
“Do you dream about that? Like…what our future looks like and all?” Josh clears his throat and situates himself a bit to get more comfortable.
“I do,” he admits quietly. “I would love to move closer to the mountains, away from civility, but not too far, just for the solitude and peace. No honking cars, no drunk people walking down the street at two in the morning, no neighbors playing obnoxiously loud music until the late hours of the night. Just us two, maybe a dog and a cat.”
“What kind of dog and cat?” Switching positions, you were now sitting with your legs draped across Josh’s lap, his feet planted on the ground, facing forward. Your right arm rests around his shoulder while your left lays on your legs, playing with Josh’s right hand.
“I always imagine a greyhound. A gentle giant, one that’s rescued from the racing tracks. I would love to show them what it’s like to be loved, they’re such beautiful dogs and it would be such a magical time and feeling watching them accept the love and care they deserve. And for cats, you know we’d have to get an orange cat. They’re such characters and so loving and sweet at the same time.”
“I love that,” you sigh softly. “It sounds so nice. What else do you imagine?” Josh smiles and looks at you sweetly.
“I imagine a garden where we can grow our own fruits and vegetables, probably a little nook like this to spend our days in, reconnecting with nature and just being in each other’s presence. I also think it’d be a small house, not too big, maybe a room or two extra for our kids.”
“You think about that too?” Josh’s face was now bright pink, his secrets having been exposed. Yeah, of course he thought of everything like that, but he wasn’t expecting to share it, ever.
“Yeah,” he whispers, looking down at your entwined hands. “But I won’t get into that right now.”
“Do you think about names?” You wonder, keeping your eyes down as well. He pauses for a moment before a small chortle rattles his body.
“Daisy and Heath,” he smiles to himself. “The boy’s name is a work in progress, but the impact Heath Ledger had on film was incredible.”
“I love those, Josh.”
“And I love you,” he finally looks up, tilting your chin a bit to meet his gaze. Smiling widely, you take notice of the absolute adoration in his brown eyes, back to the original color that you fell deeply in love with. “I want to be with you till the end of time, my love. You are my everything, and I want to give you the world because you deserve it.”
Tears form in your eyes and you fall into Josh’s arms, wanting to hide how emotional he’s made you.
“I love you so much, Josh. You mean everything to me, and you already give me the world by just loving me.” He leans in and kisses you deeply. His hand rises to cup your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing the apple of your cheek.
Your hands tangle in his soft locks, your right hand tugging on the curls at the back of his neck, your left hand threading through the side, right above the shaved section; your fingertips eventually trail down for a few seconds to stroke over the fuzzy area.
The kiss lasts for a few seconds before he pulls away to rest his forehead on yours, attempting to catch his breath.
“My beautiful angel, how in the world did I get so lucky to call you mine?”
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Drabble For Cabin 4🌿🤍
I myself am in Cabin 4 and I love just coming up with headcanons for other fellow children of Demeter! This little Drabble/blurb is going to be fairly short but I'll try to write down anything that I can think of :)
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As a child of Demeter it's a given that you feel an indescribable connection with the Earth and the nature that surrounds you, especially when you're at camp. I like to think that every child of Demeter would have like a varied specialty/gift relating to nature. But like all people (and plants) no two are exactly alike. For example one kid might be really gifted in aiding the growth of plants at an alarming rate, basically making them shoot up like beanstalks and can bend plants to their will. Another kid might be talented at using the various benefits and aids that certain plants may offer, so if they wanted that could make use of the poisons and healing benefits of the plants that favor them.
Everyone in the cabin has a little potted plant or area somewhere around the cabin with their birth flower. 💐
I like to think that the "language" behind gifting flowers means a lot to them too. For example if someone gifts their crush a red rose which signifies romance, whereas yellow roses are commonly associated with friendship. So I definitely see a child of Demeter putting so much thought and love into any flower arrangements they give to loved ones.
For the physical cabin itself I picture all sorts of vines covering outside walls and campers let them get a bit overgrown since they love how it adds to the greenery and the look of the place.
On Valentine's Day you can 100% expect every type of flower (specifically roses) to be growing or on display around the camp and even throughout the surrounding forests going as far as the borders.
This may be a little off topic but I would love to see a child of Demeter X child of Ares, I just think it would make for a really cute relationship dynamic. <3
now while we can assume that springtime is definitely a child of Demeter's prime, I can see all of the gorgeous scenery surrounding the camp as these campers take creative liberty and show of their skills a little bit.
I have a feeling that the emotions of a few children of Demeter might influence the surrounding nature. for example if a camper got broken up with and they go home to their garden (as a form of therapy), I can see the health and growth of the garden reflecting the pain and spur of emotions the child of Demeter might be feeling.
I think that a lot of people might view children of Demeter as level-headed and more "calm" out of all of the cabins, I disagree. (same goes for children of Athena). Just like nature children of Demeter can be devastatingly brutal and beautiful at the same time. I think their emotions might be more hidden at times but they're definitely very strong and emotionally driven people. If nature can be unpredictable so can these campers.
A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing cabin headcanons if you have a certain cabin request don't hesitate to send in a request and I'll answer asap <3
Thank you so much if you've read this far :)
<3- Anna
#cabin 4#demeter#x reader#pjo hoo toa#pjo#fluff#drabble#headcannons#headcanon#flowers#pjo hoo#heroes of olympus#plants
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WOW this post was in my drafts for almost two years and I am realising I never actually finished writing it. So fuck it I guess.
Something that's always bugged me about the end of FFVII that I thought I'd share:
So, during the ending, Meteor arrives and grows like energy tentacles or whatever and starts ripping up the city and burrowing into the Planet and shit. In the process, a lot of the city is completely demolished, and the Shinra logo is ripped clean off the tower:
But then later when Holy shows up and the devastation continues, now on both the Planet's end and Meteor's, the tower remains standing.
This is hardly an oversight -- it's visibly buffeted pretty hard by everything going on, but never at any point gets knocked over. Which is a little weird, right? If they were ever going to blow up their big iconic setpiece, now would be the time. It'd be pretty convenient symbolism, too, given the environmental themes the game's had up until now. Man's hubris or whatever. It'd look really cool and this would be the ideal time to do it, but they instead went out of their way not to.
The tower, now devoid of Shinra's logo, no longer represents Shinra, and is now being used to bring up another point the game has raised at a few points up until now, most notably at Great Glacier.
The tower, built by humanity in defiance of the natural world (a force that is neither inherently good nor evil, but simply worth preserving) around it, remains unfelled by Holy and Meteor. Humanity is a part of the world as much as the rest of it, but still has chosen to set itself apart. This, too, is something not inherently good or evil, and the game argues that this too can be something worth preserving.
I'm reminded somewhat of Princess Mononoke (an EXTREMELY similar work in terms of theme and the way the story resolves incidentally go watch it it's really good Neil Gaiman did the English dub if you liked VII you'll love Princess Mononoke). The conflict is not even inherently "Humans Bad Nature Good". The natural world -- the forests, the spirits -- are all shown as beautiful and worth preserving for their own sake; but at the same time, there is a degree of brutality inherent to it as well. Nature is not always good and nurturing. In contrast, Lady Eboshi (who is vastly more benevolent than Shinra) finds herself in conflict with the forest, all too willing to rip it all down in the name of progress and the distinctly human quality of compassion. Ashitaka himself is later berated by the wolf god Moro for expressing it.
At the end, when (spoilers) Iron Town is destroyed and overtaken by greenery, the only thing that is left are the people, who must choose to live and decide what "living" even means, being inextricably intertwined with the natural world and yet inevitably in conflict with it, and who must learn to balance this conflict with the fact that all life -- be it human or otherwise -- is as precious as it is insignificant in the broad scheme of things.
It's hard not to think of the image of Midgar's ruins completely overgrown 500 years later, and Iron Town covered in plants, taking a step back and thinking about not just their lives, but about what it even means to live and be a part of the world that is as much a part of them as they are of it.
#forfdorfsorf#final fantasy vii#if you say stupid shit in the notes about crisis core or shipping i block you#nobody could behave themselves when i started shitposting about the gold saucer and that's why we can't have nice things
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decided to write a short piece about my s/i's first introduction with wander that also goes a bit into their backstory which i will likely elaborate on later - for now, enjoy their (our?) first meeting :) i had fun with this! ・‥…━━━☆
When you’re stuck on the same old asteroid for hundreds upon hundreds of years, the days get repetitive. They get even more repetitive once you realize that you’re not orbiting around anything and there is no distinction between day and night.
You get accustomed to it, sure - but it leaves you with a feeling of melancholy, wondering if this is all there really is. You live and you die on a bleak, lumpy rock going nowhere through the universe’s junkyard.
That’s why Lex was one of the few people who would be beaming with ecstasy upon discovering that they had crashed on an unknown planet.
Most people would spiral further and further into a mental breakdown when you end up stranded in a place you have never seen in your life - in a solar system you don’t know, in a galaxy you don’t know, in a cluster you don’t know. Lex, on the other hand, could have landed on the most empty, desolate, and lonely planet in the known universe, and still be grateful. Anything and everything would beat spending time on an asteroid for any longer.
This planet was beaming with life - life that Lex hadn’t seen in a long time, and life that Lex didn’t even know existed. Fields took up all of their vision as they stared off into the distance - nothing but patches of green grass, colorful flowers, overgrown plants, and swarming insects as far as they could see. Lex felt like they had finally died and gone to heaven. They had never seen such beauty in their long-winded life.
For hours on end, they simply wandered around aimlessly with no destination in mind. Would this be their new home? Maybe - it certainly wasn’t as claustrophobic as living on a giant rock. They didn’t want to waste time worrying about that for now, though - they kept walking and walking and taking in every little thing they could spot in their surroundings.
Eventually, of course, the sun would set - something Lex hadn’t experienced since they were a toddler barely able to formulate anything other than a bunch of nonsensical babbles - and they would lie down on the soft soil, embracing the planet with admiration.
They stared up at the stars, taking note of every little speck of light. When you’re alone for so long, you learn to read the sky from many different angles - even if it was difficult to make out any constellations. Merely bright points that would glow in the dark.
When you’re this entranced by the mere beauty of life itself, you block out anything other than yourself.
And that was exactly what Lex did, unaware that they were not alone, till they caught themselves catching glimpses of a mysterious silhouette hidden in the tall greenery around them.
The presence seemed just as eager to keep watch as Lex, but in an effort to avoid continuing to spy on them, they instead jumped out from their place of hiding, with Lex now able to make out their appearance - a short, orange, furry fellow with a big hat, and an even bigger grin on his face.
“Oh! Pardon me for snoopin’ around there, friend, but I couldn’t help but notice some commotion comin' from around here. Don’t think I’ve seen ya ‘round these parts before, have I? Folks call me Wander! What’s your name?”
Lex stared at the figure with a puzzled expression on their face. Slowly, after a few seconds, they lifted up their hand, pointing at themselves in confusion - their clothing already covered in dirt and grass blades after no longer than one single day of being on this planet.
Wander chuckled in response to their expression. "Yep, I'm talkin' about you! Are ya new? Ya looked lonely, that's why I came on over to give ya a warm welcome!"
Lex spoke up for the first time that night. "…Lonely?", they replied questioningly. Isolation was all they had ever known - to them, it wasn't loneliness. It was just the norm.
"Mhmm, lonely," Wander nodded along, his smile never once leaving his face. "It's fine if ya don't wanna tell me your name, stranger, I can respect a little need for privacy, but tell me - ya look like you're just burnin' to get somethin' off your chest. 'S there anythin' ya wanna talk about? Or maybe you're just shy? Whatever it is, I won't judge ya. My hand's on my heart, I promise."
For a long time, Lex was silent, and there was no sound to be heard anywhere nearby - not even a gust of wind or the sound of any fauna close by.
"…Could you tell me a story?", Lex finally replied. It had been so long since they had last had any interaction with another person. There were so many tales to be heard.
Wander's face glowed even brighter in response. "Oh, boy, can I! Let me tell ya somethin' - I'm a bit of an intergalactic space explorer myself, so I have all kinds of adventures to share!", he beamed, gesturing wildly as he began to recall all of the places he had visited as well as all of the sights he had seen. For every one of his journeys that he spoke of, his speech got louder and faster.
"But that's all I ever wanted to do! Every day, I've travelled across the universe, searching for every star and moon. No matter how far ya go, or how fast ya go, there's always somethin' new to explore. It's amazing! You should come with me sometime!"
Before he knew it, he found himself sitting closely next to the newcomer, still going on about all of the planets he had been to, vividly replaying the memories in his head.
Wander let out a chuckle at how carried away he had gotten. "But enough about me - let's talk about you! Where are you from, pal?"
Lex looked at him blankly for a few moments, before re-adjusting themselves to sit in a more comfortable position. "My life has not been interesting, I'll tell you that," they laughed quietly - mostly in an expression of self-deprecation. They changed their gaze, pointing towards their crash site. "See that huge crashed asteroid over there? I've been living on that thing for as long as I can remember. Man, I hate that thing. I hope I never have to set foot on one of those overgrown rocks ever again."
Gesturing vaguely towards the night sky, they continued. "Hundreds of years just spent drifting through pure nothingness, until suddenly… well, I ended up here."
Wander's gaze followed theirs, also shifting to look up at the sky. "So you're tellin' me that for centuries, you were just floatin' around in space?"
"Yeah… I'm sure you can understand why I think my life's been pretty boring."
"That does sound… less than preferable," Wander nodded. "How'd ya survive all that time?"
"I'm not sure myself. All I know is that after years of eating rocks and stone, you become a little funny in the head," they shrugged, letting out a chuckle. Wander joined along with fits of laughter, seeming to accept this explanation as enough.
For a few minutes, they sat in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company.
"Well, you don't have to be alone anymore," Wander spoke softly. "You're free to tag along with us if ya want."
"Us?," Lex asked, glancing over at him.
Wander stood up, offering Lex his hand. After a moment of pondering, Lex put their hand in his. Wander grinned, pulling them up to stand on their feet.
"There's someone I'd like ya to meet," he chirped. "My bestest pal in the universe, Sylvia. I never go anywhere without her. We're tighter than bark on a tree. An' any friend of mine is sure to be a friend of Sylvia's, too!"
Lex blinked a few times, still trying to process everything that had just happened. They weren't sure they completely trusted these people - of course, suspicion towards strangers was something that was natural after having been by yourself for so long - but something about the way Wander looked at them with such hope in his eyes prevented them from turning down his invitation.
"Okay," Lex answered eventually, bearing a genuine smile on their face for the first time that night.
#their backstory is developed further than that but i'm not gonna make them traumadump their tragic past on their first meeting. anyways#this is ok to reblog btw!#i normally only write for myself so this is my first time ever posting my writing publically :) pls be nice#self ship#self shipping#self ship community#self insert x canon#oc x canon#my writing#i guess i have. a writing tag now.#🧡🪕 sunshine banjo face 🪕🧡
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I really need to reread all the peepaw fics because my brain has trouble keeping them separate, but I'm pretty sure WMAS has the wonderful marigolds scene that is very memorable to me. (I'd double check, but you know, jail!)
MARIGOLDS!!!!!!!!!!!!
(v excerpt taken ch3 v)
Mikey opens his eyes and he sees a city around him. This… is new.
The sky is a pale red like the sunrise and as he looks around him, the city is destroyed. It doesn’t scare him somehow.
He takes his time turning around in place, seeing the tall battered buildings covered in bright colors of paint. Greenery of plants overtake the sides of buildings, framing the bright formless graffiti, the dull grey of concrete to something colorful. It clings to the bricks in a relentless enduring grasp of life. From the windows of the buildings shine lights through them. Multicolored, like they are the LCD screens from Times Square.
It’s bright.
There are no people, the city is in shambles, but it’s still alive.
i wanted mikey to be somewhere that is so familiar but not at the same time. in this one, i was thinking "if you were to make a place, a physical plane that defines yourself by you dreams, your hopes, your desires, what would that look like?" and for this dreamscape, the obvious answer was new york.
(and i think that everyone knows it by now that this is future!mikey's dreamscape) i thought, how different would this be from our mikey in the present?
so i added the broken city, the apocalypse feel, but unlike the city we saw in the movie, this is clean. its not overrun by kraang bio-whatever the fuck, and instead with plants, flowers. i took most inspiration from tlou in this because even though THAT setting is an apocalypse, well, fuckin LOOK
and then the graffiti and glowing windows, those are colorful, the proof what was alive, the people of new york, the community, the art.
(v excerpt taken from ch1 v)
Uncle Michelangelo said that the old New York could be really pretty. There were so many lights that made the fog glow a brilliant color that makes everything magical. Quieter, he told Casey that there was always a person behind those lights. Someone was always adding to the beauty.
and then we come to mikey's exploring
(v excerpt taken ch3 v)
Mikey looks through the streets as he walks. He sees something move in the periphery and his eyes catch onto an overgrown patch of marigolds from a window’s flower pot bobbing from a breeze. His eyes follow as the flowers seemingly grow in pathways, falling out from the pot, down the walls, and to the streets. He follows the trail.
The path of marigolds becomes denser and denser, but the petals slowly recede from the flower heads until the floors are simply just the leaves and plucked stems. Mikey finds himself at an intersection, the metal poles of lightstops fallen over at angles around the area like fencing.
In the middle of the intersection is a massive patch of marigolds with bursting orange petals. The rendering petals from before cover the concrete of the street like a carpet. The patch of marigolds in the middle looks like a bed, how the orange flowers pop out of the ground into a perfect circle like a mattress.
i chose marigolds specifically because 1) theyre orange and 2) to continue that life, everything that's sprawling but in a good way. (and maybe in a smaller, but no less important way, tie back to donnie's passion to botany)
mikey is fire, that much is true, but more than that, its a wish to go back. back to the time where people COULD have planters on their balcony rails of bursting flowers, back to when spray paint breathe life to dull concrete walls.
its a dream, its a hope.
its planting marigold seeds in a pot and nurturing it to brighten your home.
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Noblesse Oblige -- A Lillie Fic
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Rated: G
Relationships: Lillie & Selene
Pokemon Sun and Moon/USUM
Content Warnings: N/A
Words: 2.5k
Summary: Lillie and Selene venture out into Lush Jungle chasing after a rumor they've heard from Hau. Some things can be found lurking in the leaves, but others will have to be found within yourself.
Written for the FairySteelZine!
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Lush Jungle certainly lived up to its name. Every tree and fern seemed to curl in amongst each other, thick leaves and twisted vines melding together in patchwork harmony.
It would be unfair to call it overgrown, Lillie thought. Lush Jungle was grown exactly as much as it was supposed to be. It was wild, unrestrained, free to grow as it pleased; the roots disregarding human-made paths.
In an odd way, Lillie envied it.
She and Selene made their way through Lush Jungle at a steady pace. The midmorning sun dappled through the gaps in the leaves, odd shadows trickling across their uneven path. The light breeze danced along, toying with Lillie’s hair, the island challenge amulet on Selene’s bag. Fairy Pokémon fluttered about, rustling the leaves in the distance.
Still, as magical as the jungle seemed, Lillie doubted the “super-cool fairy-princess Pokémon hiding in the jungle” that Hau claimed to have seen was actually real.
Selene however, had no such reservations and thus, Lillie found herself knee-deep in jungle flora.
Not that she really minded.
“Ah.” Selene said, coming to a sudden stop.
Lillie stumbled slightly, bumping into Selene’s back.
“Wha—? What is it?”
“There.” Selene said, pointing off into the distance.
Lillie peered over Selene’s shoulder, gaze following her fingers. Very faintly, through the weave of trees and plants, was a bright glint. Something silver. Something metallic.
“Let’s go.”
Selene grabbed Lillie’s hand, pulling her forward through the brush.
They stumbled to a stop at the edges of wreckage, a clean circle that flared out into the jungle. Lillie touched the tip of her toe to the ground; there was still smoke curling off the now-dry grass. The trees and bushes in the immediate area had all been knocked over, splintered apart, or burnt. The smell of gasoline and embers mixed with the scent of earth and grass burned Lillie’s nose. Bright light shone down in a ring, a break in the trees allowing the sun to pour down across the wreckage. Lingering at the edges, Morelull and Comfey poked their heads out from where they hid in the leaves.
And there, in the centre of it all, was a large, strange creature.
A Pokémon… probably.
It was all metal, but its silver body had a green sheen, somehow a shade alien to all the greenery around it. Its body was clearly mechanical, yet something about it resembled a human. Sheets of metal suggested cascading hair, a layered dress. Its needle-like neck unnerved Lillie, seeming so fragile in comparison to the sturdy bamboo stalks on either side of it. One lay against its side on the right, propped up by the rest of the body. The other; the left, lay flat against the jungle floor, obscuring the base of where the creature sat.
A Pokémon: metallic and alien, and yet somehow beautiful.
Selene sucked in a breath. “Rotom. Who’s that Pokémon?”
At the sound of its name, Rotom Dex zipped out of Selene’s shoulder bag, hovering in place in front of her.
“Bzzt. Scanning.”
The display circled for a moment before loading to a page as Rotom read aloud.
“Celesteela, Bzzt. The Rocket Pokémon. Witnesses have seen it burn down a forest by expelling gas from its two arms. An Ultra Beast.”
“Celesteela…” Selene whispered, tucking the words in under her breath. “Thanks, Rotom. Back to sleep.”
“Bzzt. Zzz.” And Rotom zipped itself back up into Selene’s bag.
Lillie turned to Selene, asking for elaboration wordlessly.
“UB: Blaster. Ultra beast. Dangerous. Wicke told me.”
Even without touching, Lillie could feel Selene bristle beside her. There was an undercurrent layer of electricity that ran through Selene’s veins when she was preparing to fight, that energy now crackling to the surface. Without Selene even prompting it, Primarina flickered out from its ball. Its flippers brushed against the dirt, the Pokémon looking towards its trainer for the signal.
Perfectly in sync, as always.
“Ah—no!” Lillie squeaked out, pulling back on Selene’s hand.
This time Selene startled, whipping her attention over to Lillie. Primarina did the same. “What?”
Heat rose to Lillie’s face, but she tried not to care. “That… that Pokémon! You can’t fight it!”
“Why?” Selene asked. She wasn't angry, Lillie knew. She was always unflinchingly sincere. “I know you don’t like battles but—”
“Not that!” Lillie interrupted, embarrassed blush growing. “I—I’m sorry, but! It doesn’t want to fight!”
Selene stared Lillie down. She wore the same neutral expression as always, asking without words for Lillie to explain herself.
“I—It—it looks hurt! See, right there!”
Lillie pointed out at it, towards the left stalk. When Selene squinted she could see a jagged tear that slashed deep into the creature. Instead of any wiring or casing peeking out from the inside, all that spilled out was darkness.
“Ah…” Selene hummed. She held back; Primarina did the same.
She was still tense though, Lillie still felt that static in the air.
“It doesn’t look like it wants to fight…” Lillie repeated, voice cautious.
It wasn’t that she thought Selene wouldn’t listen. It wasn’t that she thought Selene would argue, or even disagree.
But…
Selene was the strong one. Selene led the charge, iron will and nerves of steel. If something needed to be done, Selene was doing it. It was always Selene. Never Lillie.
Selene looked Lillie up and down, then nodded towards the Ultra Beast. “Alright then. What do you want to do?”
Lillie didn’t move for a moment, only blinking in place. “What?”
“Your move,” Selene replied, waving her arm out. “Directions?”
Lillie felt the weight of expectations pass onto her shoulders like a brick. But at least it was a solid weight, it was a weight Lillie wanted to try and carry. She wanted to prove she could handle it.
“A-alright!” Lillie called, plunging her arm into her bag.
Her fingers curled around the Heal Ball at the bag’s bottom. It was smooth, the feeling of grasping it still unusual to Lillie. She could feel Nebby’s breathing, its soft body brushing up against her wrist. Nebby was sleeping now, and Lillie was grateful. Taking a breath, Lillie tossed the ball up with a gentle flick of her wrist.
“Clefairy, come out! Please!”
In a flash of light, Clefairy materialized, standing vivid pink against the forest floor.
The nearby fairy Pokémon skittered a bit, turning their attention to Clefairy while keeping their distance from the girls as a whole.
Lillie crouched down to meet Clefairy at eye level. “Clefairy, go and use Life Dew on Miss Celesteela, please.”
Clefairy looked towards the beast, then back to its trainer.
After a moment of hesitation, it nodded, and began walking closer.
Selene bristled.
“Selene?”
“Nervous.” She replied. “Steel. Not good with Fairies. Don’t want Clefairy to get hurt.”
Lillie felt her stomach turn for a moment, the heat of the jungle only making her that bit more nauseous.
Still. Clefairy could do this. Lillie knew she could.
And she believed in Celesteela, too.
As Clefairy approached, it raised its arms up, a soft blue glow materializing in the air above it. Energy clouded together, forming a crystalline water droplet. It seemed to flicker forward, settling above Celesteela’s head before splashing over her.
Lillie held her breath.
What if the move wasn’t strong enough? What if Celesteela ended up hurting Clefairy? It would be all Lillie’s fault for trying to help and-
“Look.” Selene’s voice, strong and sturdy, sliced evenly through Lillie’s anxiety.
A Comfey flitted out from its perch in a tree. With a colourful array of petals, Comfey used Floral Healing. The pink and green flowers glowed with energy before making contact, light seeping into the wound.
With a little squeak, a particularly small Morelull crawled out from under a log. It latched onto the side of the metal stalk, slowly crawling its way up towards the wound. Once it got there, the Pokémon glowed brightly. A shining beam of pink light scattered down from the bright sunshine as Morelull used Moonlight.
Each move mixed into a vibrant illumination, pouring into the dark gash in Celesteela.
Glowing, the area around the injury appeared to grow, metal plates converging together, until all that was left was smooth steel.
Lillie breathed a sigh of relief. The fairy Pokémon chittered among themselves, evidently just as relieved.
“There…” Lillie’s voice came quiet, gentle smile stretching across her face. “Does that feel better?”
A pause. After a moment, Celesteela’s head bowed down, then back again. It was nodding, Lillie realized.
“Ah—wonderful!” she said.
Lillie had only taken one step forward towards her Clefairy and Celesteela, still several meters away from being able to even touch the Ultra Beast.
But the second she got closer, a metallic scraping sound emitted from Celesteela’s mouth and Lillie jolted back. Selene bristled again, taking a step of her own closer to Lillie. Her fingers twitched at her side, prepared to send Primarina forward at a moment's notice.
“Wait a moment!”
Lillie whipped her head around, braids bouncing across her back with the motion. “Selene, please, I—”
She turned her head back towards Celesteela, craning her neck up to meet its gaze. Or tried to, its expression baring permanently closed eyes.
Its mouth however, or at least what Lillie assumed to be a mouth, turned downward in a frown.
It was subtle, Lillie realized, its expressions mild and unassuming.
“Celesteela…” Lillie tried, raising her hands above her head, “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise! Is something else wrong? I can help you—I just need to get a bit closer to see…”
Even as she tried to convince Celesteela, Lillie could hear her own voice trembling.
No wonder Celesteela wasn’t listening to her, she was hardly even a trainer. Maybe she’d directed Clefairy wrong and the injury hadn’t healed right? Maybe Celesteela didn’t like her because of how close she’d been to Clefairy, the fairy’s aura clinging to her? Maybe Celesteela could just sense that she wasn’t a strong enough trainer to help.
Lillie gritted her teeth. Even if she was weak, she wanted to help Celesteela.
“Clefairy, please try and get closer to Celesteela’s fallen stalk if you can. But be gentle!”
“‘Lefairy!”
Clefairy gave a quick nod, then slowly walked towards Celesteela.
Lillie held her breath, prepared to cover her ears in case Celesteela began screeching again.
Instead, the sound never came, and Clefairy proceeded behind the fallen stalk.
Then after a moment, buzzing softly, a tiny Cutiefly rose out from the folds in Celesteela’s dress. It floated around for a moment, disoriented. Its tiny wings beat particularly hard, still dipping slightly despite its efforts.
The Comfey squeaked, spinning around in a loop before darting over to Cutiefly. It wound its flowers around the tiny fairy bug, lifting it up and escorting it over to where the Morelull sat on Celesteela.
Morelull trilled, glowing a vibrant pink and using Moonlight once again, this time on Cutiefly.
The Cutiefly buzzed loudly. It darted over towards Comfey, then back to Morelull, much faster than before.
All three Pokémon erupted into ecstatic chitters, Comfey twirling about so fast it became a blur.
Cutiefly flew up, hovering close to Celesteela’s face. Gentle, it pressed against Celesteela’s cheek. Comfey followed slowly behind, soaring up to the spikes protruding from the side of Celesteeela’s head. With one final twirl, it bestowed its wreath of flowers, dropping the ring on one of the spikes. Morelull settled for gently headbutting the side of Celesteela’s stalk.
“They’re thanking it…” Selene mused quietly.
Understanding washed over Lillie in waves as she watched the scene unfold.
“Oh, Celesteela… you were protecting that little Cutiefly?”
Again, Celesteela hesitated for a moment… and then nodded ever so slightly. The flowers on its head swayed back and forth with the motion.
Lillie approached again, and this time Celesteela didn’t stop her.
“Even when you were already hurt… you wanted to protect it, didn’t you?”
Lillie felt her heart clench for a moment. There was something about it that just pulled at her.
“For a Steel Pokémon… It gets along so well with fairies. Not Steel-like at all…” Selene mused.
Lillie couldn’t help but envy and admire Celesteela at the same time. A strong princess of steel, someone able to protect others.
“Celesteela,” Lillie whispered, “You’re…”
“Just like you.” Selene filled in, stepping forward to place a hand on Lillie’s shoulder.
“Huh? Selene, I—”
“It’s tough. And protects little Pokémon. Even when it’s hurting…”
Lillie looked to her feet, heat rushing over her face. “But I’m not—”
“Just like you,” Selene repeated. “You and Nebby. Graceful and tough.”
Lillie looked up, meeting Selene’s smiling face. “I—really? But—”
“No buts!” Selene shoved her palm over Lillie’s mouth. “Take the compliment!”
And finally, Lillie laughed, the sound spilling out from behind Selene’s hand. “Thank you, Selene.”
Selene just grinned, removing her hand to sling her arm around Lillie’s shoulder. “Anytime.”
Clefairy walked back over to its trainer, content with its work.
“Good job, Clefairy. You did great.” Lillie murmured, bending over to give Clefairy a gentle pat on the head. “Return for now.”
Selene looked up towards the sunlight beaming in from the hole in the forest canopy. The vibrant light had begun to tint orange; sunset was soon approaching.
“We should go. It’ll be night soon.”
Lillie nodded, though couldn’t help but feel the slightest twinge of disappointment.
“Yeah… you’re right…” Stepping back, she gave one last look towards Celesteela. “I-it was nice to meet you, Celesteela! Take care of yourself!”
“Hope we meet again.” Selene added, and recalled Primarina to its ball.
With that and a deep breath, the girls turned and began to walk away.
Celesteela hummed again, a lighter noise this time. Lillie turned, attention caught.
“Celesteela?”
Comfey flitted down to Lillie. With its tiny hands it grabbed one of her braids and tugged her backwards.
“Wh—whoa! Wha— hey!”
Lillie stumbled back, until she was just close enough to touch Celesteela.
“Celesteela?”
Celesteela looked down at Lillie, a wide smile on its face.
Selene and Hau had talked about connecting with their Pokémon before, knowing what they were trying to say without words. And for once… Lillie thought she understood it, too.
“Celesteela…” Lillie began hesitantly, tightening her grip on her duffle bag. “Would… would you like to come with me?”
Celesteela nodded.
“Ah! I want you to come too! Then—”
“Here.” Selene pressed a Poké Ball into Lillie’s hand. Actually, when Lillie looked closer, a Moon Ball. “This fits best.”
Lillie smiled. “Thank you…”
Gently, Lillie pressed the Moon Ball against Celesteela. In a shocking light, Celesteela dissipated, leaving Cutiefly and Comfey to swoop down and catch Morelull before it fell to the forest floor.
The ball in Lillie’s palm shook.
Once.
Twice.
And a third time, letting off a set of star-shaped sparks.
“I—I got a Celesteela!” Lillie cheered, hugging the ball close.
Selene leaned over, hugging Lillie. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you!”
Selene pulled away, leaving one arm around Lillie’s back. “Now. Go brag to Hau.”
Lillie pulled back, laughing. “Selene!”
“No. We gotta. Come on.”
Pulling her forward, Selene and Lillie ran off through Lush Jungle, laughing all the way.
[Ending!]
#pokemon#pokemon sun and moon#pokemon sm#sm pokemon#pokemon fic#pkmn fic#voids fic#trainer lillie#pokemon lillie#lillie pokemon#lillie aether#trainer selene#trainer moon#zine stuff#sm#usum
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I was having a hard time tonight and brain was going crazy, have a bit of writing for Salem as he gathers some food!
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There was a gentle breeze, a warm one that caressed the trees causing a soft cacophony among the leaves.
The trees here were old, the forest floor thick with life older than the humans that tread, though not much older than the small beast that softly trotted the old deer path beneath the canopy.
With the sky darkened by the thick clouds a soft mist of the calm before the rain blanketed the forest and the darkness allowed Salem to make his way towards the abandoned orchard. With storm grey skin that was peppered with flecks of soft blue and a thick mop of a mane that was a vivid white, he stood out among the greenery, but there was no fear in his stride. He was only as tall as the tallest humans, not built for combat and clad in only a ragged sort of skirt cardying a small bag.
His footprints were abnormal, but soon enough the oncoming rain would wash them down enough the average person wouldn't find them strange, with each step his long tail swayed softly from side to side gently caressing leaves every now and again. Raindrops that slid from the leaves gently struck the gentle troll, he felt an unending sense of ease. Peace. Tranquility. As he neard the edge of the forest, the overgrown farm grounds were a sight for sore eyes.
The house was worn, paint long faded and windows cracked and shattered, overgrown with plants Sal couldn't name. But sitting beyond that, twisted with age but bearing fruit so many years later, various fruit trees, all lined up for ease now staggered with offspring. Some had fallen years before, others simply growing weird and wild while the young ones twisted this way and that. Apples, peaches, all kinds of fruit produced in various seasons, but for Salem he was only interested in one row.
Among the overturned leaves and thick wild branches, bright yellow, orange, and green sour fruit. Sal had learned these were called citrus fruits from a few books he'd found in the home when he'd first discovered the place. He sniffed gently, the scent of humans had been vacant from the property every year and yet again as his nostrils flaired only the scent of petrichor graced his senses. With a gentle hum he crossed the small clearing of long grass and into the shade of the abandoned trees.
It was early, and a few ripened fruits had settled in the grass but Sal had no interest in these. He craned his neck, opening the empty sack he began reaching for the lowest branches. A quick twist of the wrist and the fruit came loose in his palm then was discarded into his bag. Salem took his time with the task, pruning the lowest branches of the orange trees first, then procured lemons and their green sisters, all the while his tail waved softly behind him, stirring the grass. After gathering a small lumpsum the gentle troll chuckled to himself, "A beautiful bounty this year, ladies."* he spoke to the trees themselves, "Thank you for all you do."
As though they'd heard his words, the wind swayed the branches, the wood creaking in appreciation and the leaves shuffling with joy. Hauling the bag over his shoulder the troll purred to them quietly, once again crossing the small clearing and onto the deer path as the rain began to fall.
Sal knew he'd be soaked once he'd manage to return to his isolated home, but the thought did nothing but comfort the lone troll.
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encaptivated » hilda & marianne
There’s been word of crumbling ruins, remnants of an old town and its gravesite becoming overgrown with strange greenery. Beautiful though its blooms may be, superstition and old maid’s tales have painted it as a beautifully haunting omen for a disaster to come. To that effect, the neighboring villages are too afraid to venture and clear it up, avoiding any and all routes that might cross it, and so have pleaded for aid from every passerby willing to help. As you enter the mouth of the ruins to dispel their needless fears, however, you find that these are no mere ruins. The vines close the entryway from which you came, and, looking ahead, you find that the ruins are, in fact, a huge maze. To make matters worse, the vines that now prevent you from leaving don’t seem to be content to stop there. All around you, the labyrinth shifts and changes; the walls move, the plants snake and snap. You and your companion must hack and cut your way through and find a way out, lest you intend to bury yourselves in a grave that never needs to beg for flowers. [Grants Sword +1]
The ruins rose imposingly towards the sky, haunting yet somehow still beautiful. Vines snaked their way around the stones, with tendrils inching their way into cracks and gaps over time, encircling the foundations entirely like an unhurried strangulation. It was so encaptivating to see that Hilda could almost forgive the professor who had assigned her this mission -- if it wasn’t for the minor detail that she was expected to venture in there.
She didn’t believe in superstition or omens of disaster as the townspeople so clearly did, but the image in front of her was enough to make anybody doubt their rationality. Plus, the quiet surrounding them definitely felt unnatural.
“Creepy,” she commented to her quiet blue-haired companion.
When the professor had chosen Marianne to be her partner, she had been simultaneously resigned to the fact that it wouldn’t be the kind of mission where she could just sit back and let somebody else do all the work, and relieved that it at least wasn’t somebody annoying. She found the other girl fairly to easy to talk to -- or rather, at.
“Looks almost haunted, right?” she continued, eyeing the silent rubble. She knew it was just her imagination running away from her, but she could have almost sworn she could see the vines growing.
“I really don’t want to go in there.”
@cursedbluebird
#t:encaptivated#s:marianne#sp:sword#cursedbluebird#hope this is okay!!!#pls shout if not i'm happy to make edits <3
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Your little series of drawing of megs, star and op being overgrown with greenery is so pretty and honestly such a cool concept 😩🫶 makes me want to draw something similar to my own au with pharma :0!
Have you ever thought of doing a dtiys?
Keep up the great and beautiful work ♥️✨
thank you!!! i would love to see more people draw robots overgrown with plants <3 it’s one of my favorite types (???) of drawings !
& no i’ve never thought of doing a dtiys before! i don’t even know how i’d go about doing that lol
#the-flow-er#ask#…. i don’t remember how i tag asks on this blog . whoops!#i love overgrown things they’re everything to me#all of those were inspired by a post that’s now unreblogable BUT#the drawing was of an overgrown skeleton and it was absolutely gorgeous#on my main blog i think you could find it in my ‘the beauty of reality’ tag ?? maybe ??#it’s also been since like … 2019 since i’ve even engaged and posted a dtiys drawing#& it was a sailor moon drawing lmao (i have watched maybe 2 episodes of sailor moon)#ANYWAYS . enough rambling. thanks for the ask!!! i appreciate the compliments 💕💕
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higan [Jertiza & Pelleas]
starter for @pirrhyc
There’s been word of crumbling ruins, remnants of an old town and its gravesite becoming overgrown with strange greenery. Beautiful though its blooms may be, superstition and old maid’s tales have painted it as a beautifully haunting omen for a disaster to come. To that effect, the neighboring villages are too afraid to venture and clear it up, avoiding any and all routes that might cross it, and so have pleaded for aid from every passerby willing to help. As you enter the mouth of the ruins to dispel their needless fears, however, you find that these are no mere ruins. The vines close the entryway from which you came, and, looking ahead, you find that the ruins are, in fact, a huge maze. To make matters worse, the vines that now prevent you from leaving don’t seem to be content to stop there. All around you, the labyrinth shifts and changes; the walls move, the plants snake and snap. You and your companion must hack and cut your way through and find a way out, lest you intend to bury yourselves in a grave that never needs to beg for flowers. [Grants Sword +1]
The ruins had been an eyesore. Rats darted between the crumbling houses, tangled weeds clambered over one another for the sunlight that baked the dusty earth, flower heads brown and balding. The pyres in the square still hid the bones of disease, for which the village had been abandoned decades ago, and the ghosts of the lost still roamed the streets restlessly when the moon was full. So the rumors went. But it was easier to carve a half-circle out of a journey around the village than to clean away the stories and the decay in which they had rooted.
The village was in a territory northeast of House Bartels. Jeritza had heard the stories growing up, but he supposed Fódlan had at least a dozen other villages that had grown into local legends over the years. When Mercedes left, so did his interest in the ghosts, and the stories faded away with the rest of his patchwork memories. It could have very well been wiped from history, for all he cared. For the villagers who lived in the area though, the stories grew and mutated until it was not simply a folk tale, but the portent of an untold disaster.
“Something is happening to Laagven...”
A middle-aged woman had grabbed Jeritza by the wrist when he set down a coin for his meal in a tavern a half a day away from the ruins, and held him desperately even when he recoiled at her touch.
“Please. You’re a knight. Please.”
Perhaps it was the name he had thought lost to memory, the reminder of stories by the hearth with his sister, or the resolution in the woman’s grey-blue eyes that made him think of his mother that convinced Jeritza to listen to the tale again, but he stayed long enough to hear her out. The story didn’t match what he remembered of it, but few things did these days, and the woman trembled as she recited a tale of a man and his friends who had ventured into the old village. Only one of them had made it back home, but he had collapsed within hours, foam and flowers as red as blood spilling from his mouth. The others - her husband among them - were written off as dead, too. Something had to be done, if not to save the lost, then to put the ruins to rest.
Jeritza had finished his last mission early, and loath to return to swinging mindlessly at straw effigies in the monastery, agreed to investigate on the woman’s behalf. Death did not scare him. He had nothing to lose.
The dusty ghost town of the old stories was buried deep beneath vibrant green leaves, snaking vines, and spidery, crimson blooms by now. Were that itself not so out of place, Jeritza might have passed the ruins in search of a memory that no longer existed. He drew his blade resolutely and cleaved a way through the thorns and branches, but like a wound healed by magic, the vines stitched shut behind him. Gloved fingers tightened around the hilt as he assessed the entranceway now once more overgrown. If cutting could get him through, then cutting would get him out again too. He set his eyes on the path ahead.
Birds didn’t sing here. That was the first thing Jeritza noticed as he walked, accompanied only by the sound of dried leaves underfoot. The second was that the flora was so dense in some places that it appeared to form nearly entire walls of flowers. But beyond that, he saw no sign of the missing men until he rounded a corner and nearly collided with one crouched by a row of multicolored blooms. He stepped back quickly, drawing a hunting knife from his belt and holding it in front with his left hand.
“Are you...” He scraped his memory for the name of the village he had just left. “... from Lockwood?”
#pirryhc#thread : higan#mission season: anniversary 2022#// several apologies for this one#// sorry for being so late with the starter - hit a wall hard this month#// second - sorry for this being 99% exposition hahaha
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Like Our Fathers Before Us [Lucina & Roy]
Starter for @exclted
There’s been word of crumbling ruins, remnants of an old town and its gravesite becoming overgrown with strange greenery. Beautiful though its blooms may be, superstition and old maid’s tales have painted it as a beautifully haunting omen for a disaster to come. To that effect, the neighboring villages are too afraid to venture and clear it up, avoiding any and all routes that might cross it, and so have pleaded for aid from every passerby willing to help. As you enter the mouth of the ruins to dispel their needless fears, however, you find that these are no mere ruins. The vines close the entryway from which you came, and, looking ahead, you find that the ruins are, in fact, a huge maze. To make matters worse, the vines that now prevent you from leaving don’t seem to be content to stop there. All around you, the labyrinth shifts and changes; the walls move, the plants snake and snap. You and your companion must hack and cut your way through and find a way out, lest you intend to bury yourselves in a grave that never needs to beg for flowers. [Grants Sword +1]
“Thank you for coming with me on this assignment.” Roy was still getting to know his other Blue Lions. She was faculty on to of that, and the way she carried herself reminded Roy of so many other warriors he’d met. Manners were a must. It was simple to the both of them, it seemed. They were given a task for the common people, and they did it. Second nature.
Roy paced the ruins of the graveyard, eyes on the overgrown vines and mosses around them. For some reason, the Binding Blade felt hot at his side, as though it was reacting to the place. He turned to Lucina, concerned before anything stirred. “I don’t like this place. Not to believe in ghost stories, but I’d suggest being on the ready.”
He drew his sword and it was like the cemetery reacted in response.
No vine was idle. All at once, the landscape itself seemed to surge at them, shifting and writhing around, sealing off the exit behind them and crafting a new forest in front of their very eyes. The Binding Blade glinted in the sunshine and the edge burst into flame as he swung it at the vines. The plant matter hissed upon impact, sizzling and disintegrating against the fire.
“Lucina, are you alright?”
No matter what, he’d fight his hardest for the villagers, for Lucina, for the ability to come back home and fight again.
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I dreamt that I was hired as a photographer for a top-secret party, but to get there I had to follow a hooded man as he led me between buildings and into flooded rotting apartments with sunken-in ceilings and up a fire escape and across rooftops during the stormy night and we kept going until the clouds parted at dawn and then we traversed through the wreckages of humid abandoned and partially torn down buildings and into a long-ago fire-damaged office building covered in overgrown greenery and wildlife that had taken over, making their homes amongst the melted computers and office supplies. Then we had to climb down the elevator shaft and down further into a hole burrowed at the bottom until we finally made our way out, into a beautiful garden littered with old electronics rusted and overtaken by new plant growth, surrounded by densely-packed skyscrapers and wires overhead, there seemed to be no way out but back through the tunnel, or forward... In front of me was a vast chasm, right there in the middle of the city... completely hidden... I stared astonished and when I turned back to talk to the man, he was gone. I then realized that there was a small stone path beginning to grow across the chasm... as I walked toward it, the chasm grew wider, and the path quickly expanded into a winding wall-less maze which I had to navigate carefully in order to not fall into the dark depths below the pathway... I walked slowly on the narrow path until it eventually led me to the other edge of the chasm, where there there seemed to suddenly appear a huge completely smooth assymetrical rounded concrete building, with a wide ripple-textured glass door. I remember the handle was made of a misshapen stone. All of these details stood out simply because I'd never seen anything like it before, and as I experienced the dream, I was wholly convinced it was reality- so I took in the scenery in awe, never treating any second frivolously (as I do when I am either aware of my dream state or merely not so convinced by it- which is more common, and makes the immersive dreams feel all the more special and memorable). Inside, the floor was made of thick clear glass. There was a slow stream running beneath it. Across the room was a pristinely white jet with no windows, not even on the front... The pilot opened the jet door and escorted me on. There were others on the plane, but I kept to myself and spent the ride making sure my camera was okay... Those were the more interesting parts of the dream... the event itself was boring and I found the people there irritating... I left suddenly, and without explanation, which spurred a manhunt... the alsrms set off and helicopters shone their spotlights overhead, men on megaphones demanded I return to the premises... I was running through deep snow up a mountain towards a dense forest unsure of where I would even go or do now when a woman in the woods ahead yelled that I go with her if I want to escape, but clarified that I must be willing to give up my life as I know it in order to do so. Even thenI thought "what life?"... she clarified that I could either turn back and surrender- I'd be subjected to unending torture- or commit to taking on a new identity and devoting myself to helping this woman hunt down and exact revenge upon those who threw these secret parties but especially this one particular man– her grandfather– who had subjected her to unimaginable horrors and as she told me this it dawned on me that her grandfather was also the man I knew during my childhood as my own "grandfather" although he wasnt related to me in any way... somewhere around that that point I woke up from my nap
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The power of friendship prevails
Closed starter for @amitieos
There’s been word of crumbling ruins, remnants of an old town and its gravesite becoming overgrown with strange greenery. Beautiful though its blooms may be, superstition and old maid’s tales have painted it as a beautifully haunting omen for a disaster to come. To that effect, the neighboring villages are too afraid to venture and clear it up, avoiding any and all routes that might cross it, and so have pleaded for aid from every passerby willing to help. As you enter the mouth of the ruins to dispel their needless fears, however, you find that these are no mere ruins. The vines close the entryway from which you came, and, looking ahead, you find that the ruins are, in fact, a huge maze. To make matters worse, the vines that now prevent you from leaving don’t seem to be content to stop there. All around you, the labyrinth shifts and changes; the walls move, the plants snake and snap. You and your companion must hack and cut your way through and find a way out, lest you intend to bury yourselves in a grave that never needs to beg for flowers. [Grants Sword +1]
The opening of the ruins loom over the two friends as they stare into the darkness beyond. The prettiness of the flowers swirling their way round the entrance belie the assumed dangers beyond the entrance. There had to be some reason local avoided the place despite the great treasures the ruins could potentially hold.
Grasping the hilt of her sword, Byleth exchanged a glance with her companion. Her best friend Queen Elincia. The two of them had been on their way to the beach for a day of fun and relaxation when some villagers had approached them requesting aid. Ever the hand for hire, Byleth had accepted after a quick discussion despite having left most of her weapons back at the Monastery. All she had with her was the sword forged by her and Elincia over the winter.
“Are you ready to do this?” She questioned. It wasn’t too late to back out, through Byleth would feel bad to let the villagers down “It’s a bit different to the beach, but may still be . . . interesting” Taking a few steps forward, Byleth entered the corridor, taking in the damp darkness of new surroundings, earthy floor underfoot. “Do you have a light?”
Checking behind, Byleth was surprised to see that the entrance had vanished, a wall of vines now in it’s place. That was strange. Pressing forwards, the Professor noticed more strange occurrences. Walls she swear were somewhere else a minute ago, more dead ends than ways forwards. Stopping and turning to Elincia, she wanted to hear the Queen’s thoughts.
“Is it just me or is this place moving?”
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