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Clanmew Expansion Pack: Moths and Butterflies
A guide to the beautiful fluttering insects seen in this region, and how Clan cats classify and describe them.
[ID: A cat with a butterfly on its nose]
In Clanmew, the vocabulary used to describe butterflies is massive compared to English. As a species less than a foot tall and spending their entire lives in the wilderness, Clan cats observe lepidopterians up close and far more personally than humans have done historically.
Combine this with the fact that cats are crepuscular, active in the morning and evening, and you'll realize that they encounter more moths than butterflies. While English-speaking humans tend to think of moths as being dingy and butterflies as being colorful, Clan cats don't find those categories helpful and classify them in a completely different way!
So the very first thing to know is that Clanmew does not have the same conception of "moths" and "butterflies." They have a super term, "Ffyy," and no less than 9 terms for the various groups with related behaviors.
This guide contains 51 new words for various moths and the unique behaviors of lepidopterians. Below the cut, you will find;
An overview to the 9 classifications Clan cats use, plus words for things like cocoons, metamorphosis, caterpillars, etc
A straightforward list of species, in English (Science) = Clanmew format
Expansion on behaviors of noteworthy species within their groupings
Translation trivia on Moth Flight, Mothwing, Archeye, and Mothwhisker (TC) for Better Bones.
(Translator's Note: I have tried to pick English words that will work nicely as warrior name prefixes, to be translated as specifically or as generically as you desire. They don't reflect cladistic accuracy.)
Types of Ffyy:
Flutter = Kffa
Ffyy with large hindwings that flutter around erratically. The closest to the English image of a "butterfly." Most of these are daytime species but this also refers to moths that are drawn to flame.
Species depicted: Speckled wood (Pararge aegeria)
Hawkmoth = Uff
Fat-bodied ffyy that tend to be wider than they are long, with powerful wings. Fantastic fliers and important pollinators, they have several gigantic species and are beloved by Clan cats.
Species depicted: Elephant hawkmoth (Deilephila elpenor)
Tortrix = Owyy
Round-winged ffyy that rest with a slightly splayed pose with their wings folded down, almost resembling a turtle.
Species depicted: Privet tortrix (Clepsis consimilana)
Veneer = Iff
A thin, lanky ffyy that rests in a sticklike pose with a defined head, sporting big, buggy eyes and sometimes a large nose. Any moth with the characteristic eyes or nose gets brought back into this category.
Species depicted: Garden-grass veneer (Chrysoteuchia culmella)
Herald = Hawof
A very unique type, it can apply to just about any type of moth but is always given to the species with significance in prophetic divination. There are some moths rarely seen in this region which appear only as heralds, thus they are named accordingly.
NOTE: This is the sort of word bestowed in Honor Titles.
Species depicted: Common Hairstreak, Moth Flight's moth (Callophrys rubi)
Dowd = Gyyff
Stiff, fluffy moths which rest as straight as a twig, usually mimicking wood. Their heads aren't as well defined as a veneer, but they aren't as fluffy as a raoff
Species depicted: Buff-tip (Phalera bucephala)
Prominent = Raoff
"Lion moths," large species with fluffy antennae and big manes. Something between a dowd and a tortrix, but usually larger and fluffier.
Species depicted: Muslin moth (Diaphora mendica)
Plume = Ffip
Very thin, slender moths that rest in a T-pose with very interesting wing-types.
Species depicted: Beautiful plume moth (Amblyptilia acanthadactyla)
Fritilary = Ffow
Somewhat between a Kffa and an Owyy, refers to Ffyy with a smoother 'cape' shape when they're resting.
In addition, there are words for shapes associated with Ffyy and other insects, especially in the wings and patterns. Some of those words are;
Fluttered/Fluttering/Will flutter = Afafaf/Afafa/Afaf
The erratic wingbeats of Ffyy and small birds of prey.
Hovered/hovering/will hover = Hyyffuhu/hyyffu/hyyff
A very special aerial maneuver where an animal can hold their exact place in the air and move in any direction. EXTREMELY rare; only achieved by certain hawkmoths, hoverflies, and dragonflies.
NOTE: The UK has no hummingbirds! Their ecological niche is occupied by hawkmoths!
Shy = Wro
An emotion, but also a pose. It's when an animal shrinks back and tries to make itself smaller or more hidden, much like a Dowd or a Veneer, or the flattening of a terrified cat's ears
Cape/Humble = Froom
An emotion, a shape, and a pattern that is seen on the backs of some animals, describes the way that Prominents and Tortrixes hold their wings.
Flare/Confident/Perpendicular = Akeye
An emotion and a shape, describes things that 'stick up,' like the wings of Plumes and Butters. Not like "raised hackles," more like fluffing one's fur out or puffing your chest.
Caterpillar = Poog
A word that comes from Parkmew! Caterpillars were significant to Park cat culture because of their old naming system-- cats were born unnamed, and were expected to find one as they grew, like butterflies.
Pupa/Chrysalis = Higab
Hard, scaly insect cocoons
Cocoon = Mooun
Soft, silky insect cocoons
Silk = Mirro
The material that silk cocoons and spider webs are made of. Only cob spiders produce though of this material to be useful to Clan cats; they do not have access to silk moths (bombyx mori) in this part of England. Clan cats also believe that moth wings are made of this.
Chitin = Higko
The material that hard pupa and insect exoskeletons are made of.
Exoskeleton = Babaak
The hard shell that surrounds the meat of invertebrates such as crabs, moths, beetles; Clan cats do not think this applies to insects that 'shrivel' such as soft-bodied caterpillars.
Metamorphosed/metamorphing/will metamorph = Peb'bep'arr/Peb'bep/Peb'be
To massively change between stages of life, the unique way that moths and some other insects grow.
LIST OF SPECIES
This list is arranged with several species of each group, separated by grouping. You can expect for this list to grow, if additional species are translated as time goes on!
Last update: 6/17/2023
HAWMOTH/UFF
Elephant hawkmoth (Deilephila elpenor) = Beksu
Large skipper (Ochlodes sylvanus) = Skepb
Hummingbird hawkmoth (Macroglossum stellatarum) = Lipfu
TORTRIX/OWYY
Privet tortrix (Clepsis consimilana) = Frooke
Oak lantern (Carcina quercana) = Byoff
Common footman (Eilema lurideola) = Yyowo
Dark Arches (Apamea monoglypha) = Oyiw
VENEER/IFF
Garden-grass veneer (Chrysoteuchia culmella) = Chuo
Drinker moth (Euthrix potatoria) = Ssbwohl
Bronze alder moth (Argyresthia goedartella) = Holipo
DOWD/GYYFF
Buff-tip (Argyresthia goedartella) = Kooko
Apple leafminer (Lyonetia clerkella) = Rugna
Hazel slender (Parornix devoniella) = Geehees
PROMINENT/RAOFF
Muslin (Diaphora mendica) = Goorf
Iron prominent (Notodonta dromedarius) = Orge
True lover's knot (Lycophotia porphyrea) = Urmrri
Cinnabar (Tyria jacobaeae) = Genra
PLUME/FFIP
Beautiful plume (Amblyptilia acanthadactyla) = Lebl
Twenty plume (Alucita hexadactyla) = Arrffip
FLUTTER/KFFA
Speckled wood (Pararge aegeria) = Yaero
Holly blue (Celastrina argiolus) = Luya
Clouded border (Lomaspilis marginata) = Oogwo
FRITILARY/FFOW
Magpie moth (Abraxas grossulariata) = Peewo
Mint moth (Pyrausta aurata) = Mwifg
Riband wave (Idaea aversata) = Fisip
HERALD/HAWOF
Green Hairstreak (Callophrys rubi) = Ssefyy
Lunar Hornet (Sesia bembeciformis) = Offes
Death's Head (Acherontia atropos) = Wayoff
HAWKMOTH/UFF
[ID: An "Uff," 'Hawkmoth' in English. It is a large, yellow-and-pink moth. The species depicted is an Elephant Hawkmoth.]
Hawkmoths are the largest types of Ffyy that Clan cats encounter, and deeply beloved. They are considered the 'warriors' of moth-standards, large, honorable, and acrobatic. What defines an uff from other butterflies is primarily its large, bulky body. Some uff, such as the skipper, could be mistaken by outsiders as being a type of ffow or perhaps a kffa.
They are pollinators, jumping between various flowers and mostly seen in grassy, floral environments, such as meadows and moorland. The skipper in particular is one of WindClan's most common butterflies, and a favorite target for pouncing kittens.
Most of the largest hawkmoths survive the winter snug in their cocoons under leaf litter, and more specifically in ThunderClan. Being able to witness a hawkmoth emerge is sometimes taken as a little blessing, like StarClan rewarding you for staying observant on a patrol.
TORTRIX/OWYY
[ID: An Owyy, "Tortrix" in English. It is a humble brown moth with a negligible mane and round, capelike wings. The species depicted is a privet tortrix.]
Tortrixes are the largest classification of ffyy in Clanmew, with many of them being drawn to lights in the dark. They hold their wings 'humbly' (froom), tucked behind themselves and slightly angled. Many prominent share the general shape of tortrixes, but they are separated by a prominent, impressive mane.
Because they are so varied, classifying behaviors of the group as a whole is difficult. Some of them like fruit and others like leaves. Some are large and others small. Some are drab and others colorful.
Most end up named after the species of plant they like most. The Oak Lantern (Byoff) for example can skeletonize entire oak leaves! Others can absolutely mob apple trees, making them a pest to ThunderClan.
Funfact: The cartoon idea of an "apple worm" comes from some species of tortrix moths!
FLUTTER/KFFA
[ID: A Kffa, "Flutter" in English. It is an orange-and-brown butterfly, with wings that stick out perpendicular to the body. The species depicted is a sunspot butterfly.]
Dominated by strange daytime species with bright colors, these confident little creatures are defined by the angle of their wings when resting. They "Flare" out, or Akeye in Clanmew.
The Yaero (sunspot butterfly/speckled wood) is the most well-known of the flutters which isn't also a herald of some sort. These plucky bugs have short lives and spend the ENTIRE time fighting, choosing a sunny spot and engaging in clumsy aerial brawls to defend it. To be compared to a Yaero in Clan Culture is like being called 'scrappy,' fighting until you drop dead of exhaustion.
It's a VERY admirable thing to be!
PROMINENT/RAOFF
[ID: A "Raoff," or a Prominent in English. It is a very fluffy moth with a big mane. The species depicted is a male muslin moth.]
The obvious thing that sets this sort of Ffyy apart from all others is its luscious, majestic mane. Much like how the "Leopard" is a mistranslation and is a mythical composite of several animals, the Clan cat "Lion" is a composite beast whose mane comes from moths!
Thus, it is how they were named. Lion + Moth.
And, of the various raoff, the muslin (Goorf) is one of the most interesting. It comes in black or white, with many cats speaking of a herald coloration that is split perfectly down the middle with black and white. This species' name comes from "Gender + Moth." It is thought that if a pregnant cat only sees black muslins, they will have an all-tom litter. All white, and they will all be mollies. If no muslin moths are seen at all, then they will all reveal themselves to be gib.
FRITILARY/FFOW
[ID: A "ffow," or a fritilary in English. Note, this is the moment where the English names diverge the most because this is not an irl fritilary. It is a moth with a 'cape' that is both froom, and akeye. The species depicted is a magpie moth.]
A family of ffyy remarked upon for their 'savviness.' Not as 'confident' as kffa, nor as humble as an owyy, the animals in this family are typically quite interesting.
For example, the magpie (Peewo). While notably beautiful like a calico cat, it's also strangely left alone by other animals. If caught in a spiderweb, the spider will take a bite and let go. Birds leave them alone. Clan cats believe this must be because they will eat lots of unappetizing plants and become distasteful-- a clever creature!
The thought probably came from watching another ffow, the Mwifg, the "mint moth" in English. Mint is a deadly poison to Clan cats, but the creature eats it up, and goes unbothered by other animals.
So, Peewo and Mwifg are cited often as living examples of how you, "are what you eat."
PLUME/FFIP
[ID: A plume moth, "ffip," a thin insect with a T-shaped body and long legs. The species depicted is a Beautiful Plume Moth.]
Widely considered the least appealing type of moth, often clustered in reedy areas. They're known by their distinctive T-shape and long legs.
Clan Cats find it unsettling that they resemble midges, and have only two unique names within the classification; Arrffip for the 20-Plume, and Lebl for the Beautiful Plume, which resembles a mottled cat which makes it more okay to them.
VENEER/IFF
[ID: A moth with big eyes and a long nose, called an "Iff" in Clanmew, and a veneer in English. The species depicted is a garden grass veneer.]
The silliest moth of all, associated with being panicked and anxious at all times. To be compared to an Iff is to be called a worry-wart in Clanmew!
Most veneers have a big, distinct fuzzy nose, and any moth that displays the same feature gets thrown into the Iff classification. But that isn't the only way to end up in this category! Any moth with big, worried eyes goes here as well, such as the Bronze Alder Moth (Holipo).
Alderheart was compared to a holipo often. Poor guy.
There is also the drinker moth (Ssbwohl), which is known for dunking its head into dewdrops and taking a big sippy.
DOWD/GYYFF
[ID: A moth that looks like a twig, called a Dowd in English and a Gyyff in Clanmew. The species depicted is a buff-tip.]
To be considered a Gyyff, the moth must be long and sticklike. The apple leafminer (Rugna) is a good example of a moth that is not using buff-tip (Kooko) mimicry, but is still a Dowd in Clanmew standards.
The word "kooko" in Clanmew is used for harmless fibs, little pranks, and the buff-tip moth!
HERALD/HAWOF
[ID: A green butterfly with shining wings, facing the camera. It is called a Herald in English, and a Hawof in Clanmew. The species depicted is a Green Hairstreak.]
The defining example of the Herald classification is the Green Hairstreak, an iridescent green moth that lead Moth Flight to the Moonstone so many years ago. A vitally important species to WindClan culturally, a burst in its population is said to be a sign that they need to listen carefully.
Any type of moth can end up going into this category, if it becomes significant in divination. Some moths have even shifted over time out of one classification into Hawof, and back out as they stop being seen as holy in some way!
Another example of a moth of great significance is the death's head moth, called a Wayoff in Clanmew. It's a massive type of hawkmoth, and an exceedingly rare sight. It warns of grand doom, threats so large that they threaten all the Clans at once. Floods, famine, deforestation... these were all preceded by the freak sighting of a Wayoff.
Meanwhile, the Lunar Hornet, Offes in Clanmew, mimics a wasp perfectly. It's a strange creature said to be a piece of the cosmic dust between this world and StarClan, an example of the fantastic creatures they can make if they so choose. It signifies change of some sort, which a Cleric will attempt to interpret for the cat who saw the moth.
And lastly,
Translation Trivia
[ID: A cat chasing a butterfly]
Specifically for the way I have chosen to translate the names of these characters for the Better Bones AU
Moth Flight
Mothwing
Archeye
Mothwhisker
Moth Flight
Hawof Faofwe
(Herald + Pilgrimage)
A VERY interesting translation quirk, as her name is a remnant from Old Tribemew, one of the ancestral languages that would eventually form Clanmew!
Hawof was the ancient word for moths and butterflies, and still the word in-use in Tribemew to this day. Once they moved down from the highlands, Clanmew adopted and created several new words to describe the hundreds of new types they were seeing on a regular basis. Yet, "hawof" fossilized, coming to only describe those that were particularly holy!
"Faofwe" is another fascinating example. While it once meant 'flight' in Old Tribemew, an animal flying from one place to another, it has come to mean "pilgrimage." This is the word being used for a cat going to visit a holy location, or somewhere else that they will reach a higher religious understanding of the world.
Both of these words are sacred; the type only given to modern cats in Honor Titles.
Mothwing
Beksuwesk
(Elephant Hawkmoth + Insect Wing)
Sasha fled the violence of TigerClan at her first opportunity, after being trapped in the dangerous situation with no escape. After the death of her son, Tadpole, she brought her kits to RiverClan in the hopes they would be safe. Their names were Ffyy, and Yassga.
Leopardstar saw that their father was Tigerstar, and accepted... though she would change their names. They had to accept what the Clan was to decide for them.
So Yassga (Raptor, any large bird of prey) became Yi'i (sparrowhawk), and Ffyy (Any butterfly) was pigeonholed into a type of hawkmoth as Besku. She thinks of this often, that RiverClan took the name her mother gave her, that she followed Hawkfrost to the Lake, and now she is all that remains. With nothing left of her family.
Archeye
Oyiwipo
(Dark Arches Moth + Eye)
A simple one! He has a stripe just above one eye that perfectly resembles the tip of a Dark Arches' wing.
(note: i updated this translation from an earlier statement.)
Mothwhisker
Yaerohussk
(Speckled Wood Butterfly + Hussk)
Fresh from the ThunderClan Family Tree fix, Mothwhisker is a parent of Adderfang and Seedfall.
An old Oakstar loyalist, Mothwhisker was spitting from the moment he was born, clawing the nose of his Ba. On the spot, he was given the prefix Yaero, and he eventually grew into a ferocious Crusader after the death of Mapleshade's kittens and the creation of Darkstar's Commandment.
Though "Butterflywhisker" would technically have been accurate, the translator chose 'moth' for brevity. Clan cats don't distinguish between the two, regardless.
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all together now - a collective savefile
the first version of my savefile is here!! ✨
i have all of willow creek completed. i have a total of 7 community lots, 7 new families, 2 community favorite families, and 1 "throwback" family! each family has relationships, careers, and skills that will hopefully make you feel like you are playing in a fleshed out world.
download link and more details under the readmore!! ✌️
community lots provided:
crawdad community library
dalia's kitchen (with a thrift store next door and basketball court out back)
common grounds cafe (lot also contains a record store, business office, and the local news station WCCN)
crawdad shopping center which is a generic community lot that contains: a hair salon, gym, bookstore, boba shop, bakery, laundromat, selvadorada cafe, community garden, and keyana's flower shop
oakenstead cathedral (wedding venue)
courtyard community pool
little tykes kidspace
and of course magnolia blossom park
families of willow creek:
goth
pancakes
rhoads
williams
nassar
london
sakura
velazquez
jefferson and han
alto
required packs:
all expansions packs
all games pack except batuu
all stuff packs
all kits except poolside splash, simtimates, first fits, bust the dust, throwback fit, carnaval streetwear, fashion street, and modern menswear
** this is my first ever time making a savefile, please let me know if you run into any issues or general weirdness. my goal is to make a savefile that feels connected and detailed, while also still being able to run on most people's computers. i really hope you enjoy what i have been able to do so far! **
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Sims 4 CC for Fallen London shenanigans
We noticed some of you are doing FL-themed Sims 4 builds etc. and are delighted our 1800+ hours of playing time and extensive custom content collection will be of use to others :D
Here are some sources for Victorian/Edwardian and generally eldritch custom content that you may find useful. Feel free to add your own finds.
Official Sims 4 DLC
Vampires expansion pack: Has an overall Victorian/ gothic feel for a good range of CAS and BB items
Realm of Magic game pack: Other interesting CAS/BB items, but also adds spellcasting and potion-crafting, which there are additional mods for
Build-Buy Mode CC
Historical Sims Life: furniture, build mode
Magnolian Farewell: apothecary chest, bottles, and ledger; book clutter
Peacemaker: Vampire pack build add-ons
Teanmoon: animal skeletons
Dancemachinetrait: tea set, inkwell
Renora Sims: Vampire pack add-ons
Create-A-Sim CC
Sims 4 History Challenge CC
HappyLifeSims, especially good for masculine items
Late Victorian Day Wear by BatsFromWesteros
Retro-Pixels (SFS archive as the original blog is defunct)
VintageSimstress
Elfdor Victorian sets, ballroom set, top hat, gown, feathered hat, necklace, Edwardian wedding dress
Linzlu's 1880, 1890, and 1900 collections (also includes some BB items)
Historical Sims Life: clothes, other CAS items
Magnolian Farewell: scholar vest and skirt
Rarmai: Edwardian skirt and dress
Teanmoon: cameo choker, bird skull necklace
Dancemachinetrait: Victorian, Edwardian
Blahberry Pancake
Saurus: Duchess hair (one, two), Sunday hair, Jimmy hair
Plumbob Tea Society: Rustic Romance pack has some good formal wear for all ages
Renora Sims: gentleman's suit
non-default eyes: Miss Ruby Bird, puderosasims, SimMandy
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RWBY Christmas Tales
Speedy Christmas
Nora sat on the bed as she was on a voice call with Sun.
Nora: Hey babe! So how did the mission with the Corps go?
Sun: *laughs* You wouldn't believe what we saw over there. There was a supply run in the depths of space that got intercepted by a group of space pirates and we had to go in and stop them. Turns out, all the ship had were stocks of this trading card game called Battle Mech 3000.
Nora: Pffffff, you were called just to protect a bunch of cards?
Sun: Pretty much. It worked okay, though. The pirates got their asses kicked, the crew was safe and I even managed to get a deck. Plus a free expansion pack! We can play when I get home. I can't wait to see what you've done with the place.
Nora: Oh... uh, yeah! Um, I better get going, I'll see you soon!
Sun: Nora- *shut off*
Nora: Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!
Nora started panicking. She was so busy on missions with the Justice League that she forgot to put up the Christmas decorations. With no time to lose, she burst out of bed at top speed and raced to the basement. She grabbed every piece of decoration she could find and placed them all over the house. A banner hung on every doorway, small statues were placed on every shelf, both an inflatable Nicholas the Merry and snowman were put outside, lights hung from the roof and finally, the tree was set up, complete with red and white baubles, green tinsel, multicoloured lights and a statue of Super-Rose on top.
Nora: *smiles* Who needs an angel when you got Ruby! *looks around* Wow! This looks great and it only took me 20 seconds. Hmmmm, what else can I do?
[2 hours later]
Sun opened the door and took off his Green Lantern Ring. He grinned widely as he saw all the decorations surrounding their house. Just then, Nora dashed in, wearing a red and white onsie with a Christmas hat.
Nora: Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!!! *glomps Sun*
Sun: Agh! My ribs! *chuckles* Still gotta get used to that. And wow, you really went all out this year.
Nora: This is nothing. Wait until to see your gift. *dashes in and gives Sun'z present*
Sun: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! O gotta open it, I gotta open it, I gotta open it!
Nora: *flicks Sun's nose*
Sun: Ow! What was that for?
Nora: *takes away present* You know the rules, do not open until Christmas. *smiles* Now come on, show me that new Battle Mech game!
Sun: Hold on a sec.
Sun moved his tail around Nora's waist and pulled her towards him. He embarced her and gave her a long, deep kiss. Nora closed her eyes and wrapped her arms over his shoulders and kissed him back.
Nora: *breaks kiss* Then again, I'm not in a hurry.
Sun: Neither am I. Merry Christmas, Sparky.
Nora: Merry Christmas, Shiny.
The two of them leaned in for another kiss and danced around the hallway for a wonderful Christmas Eve together.
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Rorschach Voyeurism
Carrey!Riddler x OFC
part 1/8
"when you were here before,
couldn't look you in the eye"
see a03 for tags
Prologue
Everyone knew Edward Nygma was obsessed with Bruce Wayne, if the pictures splattered all over his walls were any evidence. He didn’t advertise his fascination with the younger Katherine Wayne, but it was obvious to anyone who paid attention. Her dark eyes and ruby lips were permanent residents in his fantasies. He’d met her once, well, seen her. She was sitting cross-legged on the receptionist's desk after a Wayne Industries New Year’s Eve party with a bottle of champagne in her hand. That night he dreamed a world where he caught her eye and they’d shared the bottle. After New Years, she disappeared. No one heard from her, but she had been captured in plenty of photos. She never stopped in one place for long, walking runways across Europe and Asia. He’d read every article and clipped her pictures from each magazine, methodologically pinning them up in his apartment.
“...beautiful.” Edward mutters to himself, standing in the grocery store checkout line and clutching a special edition with her face on the cover.
“Mister, you gonna buy that?” An unimpressed college girl stands behind the register, her hair in a ponytail and a couple cigarettes in her front shirt pocket. Edward now notices that the line is clear, and must’ve been for a while while he was lost in thought. He flushes, and steps forward without a word, laying the magazine down on the conveyor belt with a pack of pens and a bag of ground coffee. He shoves his hands in his pockets as she scans the items, fumbling for his wallet.
It’s cold and rainy when he reaches the door, the raindrops covering his glasses and immediately impeding his vision. He groans and sets the grocery bag down, wiping his glasses, just for them to be covered again as soon as he looks back towards the street. He starts to take them back off, before a warm body walks right into him.
“Oh!” A feminine gasp comes from the body, “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Edward says without looking up, still fiddling with the glasses.
“No, really. Here, take my umbrella. You look like you need it more than I do.”
“Oh...thank you!” He says, surprised and finally moving to meet her eyes as she practically shoves the umbrella into his hands.
“It’s no problem, sorry again.” The brunette rushes off into the crowd just as Edward recognizes her. He pushes through the crowd, desperately searching for one more look at her, but it’s no use, she’s gone. When he looks back down, he notices the umbrella in his hands. Specifically, the “K.W.” professionally embroidered on the corner in gold threading. He runs his thumb over it, his heart thumping in his chest. He tucks the umbrella under his coat and takes off down the street, bag in hand.
*
Katherine is soaked when she walks through the door, slipping off her heeled boots and raincoat and piling them beside the entryway.
“Hello?” She calls into the vast expanse of Wayne Manor, stockinged feet padding across the hardwood. “Hm.”
“Miss Katherine!”
She smiles, “Hi, Alfred.”
“Master Bruce will be home very late, but I can make up some coffee if you’d like to wait up?”
“No, no. I think I’ll just take a warm bath and go to bed.” She says, running her hand over the railing as she takes the first few steps up the staircase.
“Of course. Oh, and welcome home.” Alfred says with a gentle smile.
“Thanks, Alfred.” She mutters, heading up the stairs to take her shower.
Her room is just the way it was when she left. She was 23, fresh out of business school and getting signed for an international contract. It’s only been two years, but it seems like so much longer. The world has changed, she’s changed. She falls onto the bed with a gentle moan, wriggling into the goosedown and twisting around to grasp for something on her nightstand. Her fingers close around an oak frame and she brings the picture down from it’s place to rest it on the towel she has wrapped around her. Martha and Thomas Wayne, each with an arm around one of their young children. Bruce was seven in this picture, Katherine was two. She puts the picture back into its place and turns over in the bed with a sigh, staring out the open window.
*
He pins the magazine cover to the wall, chewing on the inside of his lip, before turning back to his desk where the umbrella sits. He can’t fully believe it. She...touched him. He sits on the rickety twin bed. If he focuses on the memory, shutting his eyes and going back to that afternoon, he can almost feel her warmth against him and the brush of her hand against his. He’s frustrated with himself for not noticing who she was sooner, recognizing her voice, or at least looking up at her as soon as she bumped into him. But he didn’t, the opportunity was squandered, and yet she still gifted him with something of hers. It’s just an umbrella, but the sight of K.W. makes his heart skip a beat. He wants to see those initials everywhere. They fill his head. K.W. K.W. K.W. K.N. He opens his eyes with a start, blushing at the thought of K.N. engraved on her jewelry. The thought that there could be a universe where she belonged to him, on his arm and in his bed at night. He lets himself believe the fantasy long enough to drift into a peaceful sleep.
#edward nygma x reader#edward nashton x reader#edward nygma#batman forever#carrey!edward nygma x reader#jim carrey edward nygma#riddler x reader#carrey riddler x reader#batman forever x reader
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Basic trailer observations not talked a ton about
First of all...
AHHHHHHHHHHH
Second...
Random totk trailer observstions
First of all, I love these two shots because they seem like parallels to botw. The first representing the emergence of the calamity (now the castle rising), and a fight at Fort Hateno.
Next up is town changes. Obviously theres a new mushroom fad in Hateno??? And theres scaffolding and new Zonai stuffs in Kakariko showing possible expansions and/or investigations to the Zonai Skyrule things.
Dungeonssssss. I think this underground area, likely beneath Death Mountain is probably one big dungeon, or at least the structure/walls in the background is apart of one. Also, I feel like this Sheikah thing is possibly Purah or Robbie trying to recreate or excavate a forgotten shrine due to the wires and wooden area shown in the last trailer. But obviously its one of those tunnels you go down for a shrine just moving faster.
I think this was also shown in the last trailer, but the bokoblin seems to have a pack on their back? Its the same color as the amber both in botw and ss.
Outfits??? First off, a badass horned look with earrings and a ruby arrow. Then the set in the second pic looks like A FLIPPIN NAYDRA ARMOR SET???
#legend of zelda#tears of the kingdom#loz totk#botw#the legend of zelda tears of the kingdom#botw 2#totk trailer#im so excited#totk theory
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Drunk on lust 3A, ryuka meets Taiyang in a tavern. After a few drinks and a few successful persuasion rolls they end up back at his house to fuck. Unfortunately for Ryuka, she failed her perception check and didn’t notice how much he was packing. At least tai-yang now has someone to keep him company
Drunk on Lust: 3A
It had been a long time since the last that she'd felt so much bliss. The nearest that she could recall was back before she had ascended to her near-deific state, back when she had just been the simple mortal Dark Elf whose form she now used to wander the mortal realm unassumingly. The man she'd been with was passionate and rough, and he made her ache well into the next day.
He didn't hold a candle to the man pummeling her guts now.
Ryuka moaned out wantonly, her eyes rolled back into her skull as she jerked and bucked with every solid thrust up into her womb. It was like he knew her every weak point—every thrust was a jolt of euphoric pleasure that scrambled her mind and left her drooling and moaning in ecstasy, her tongue rolling out as she lost the higher faculties of speech and cognitive thought to pure wanton lust.
Beneath her, and holding her steady with his hands under her soft and pillowy thighs, Taiyang groaned as he plowed up into her. Like Ryuka, it had been some time since he'd last had a woman to love—Raven had left not long after Yang's birth, and Summer went missing just a few years after Ruby's. He'd been alone for so, so long...but it was clear the time hadn't dulled his skills, if his new lover's passionate cries were any indication.
"Keep moaning like that~ and I think I might just need to keep you for myself~" the handsome blonde groaned into her neck from behind, his hips ruthlessly drilling up into hers to bludgeon away at her womb. "Put a ring on your finger, a bun in your oven, and a naughty little apron on your sexy body for you to strut around the house in~"
The Void Wanderer, the being that traversed the expanse between the realms of creation, mistress of the unknowable arcane cosmic weave of the universe, could only moan in desperation as a reply, her eyes rolled back in her skull as she squirted around the human male's cock—thought failing her as she felt herself submit more and more to her own lustful desires.
It would be a number of decades before Ryuka returned to her starry void, forever changed by the lifetime of passion and pleasure she lived with her new lover.
#a twisted tale (nsft snippet)#a different sort of fairy tale (rwby au)#the humble sun dragon (taiyang xiao long)#a tavern regular (oc muse)#the void wanderer (void)
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A Lace Dress
Author: @kickingitwithkirk
Artist: @blindswandive
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Aoibheann Singer (OFC)
Rating: teen and up
Word Count: 5566
Summary: On the night of his 27 b-day and the expected announcement of his betrothal, Sam meets the woman who is his true Beta, only she cannot be his due to being branded an Omega for crimes her father, a former Pack Alpha, committed years ago. Her conviction is overturned but there are still persons creating obstacles during their courting and upcoming marriage when John Winchester finally realizes what’s happening and decides it’s time to put grievances to rest.
LINK TO FIC: AO3
LINK TO ART: LJ
*divider by @firefly-graphics
Sam stood just inside the open veranda doors, flannel-clad arms crossed, watching his family’s estate's expansive lawn transformed into an endless sea of white-clothed, elegantly set tables.
He’d have preferred going on that ghoul hunt with Caleb instead of being forced to participate in tonight’s festivities being held in his honor that he had zero interest in attending.
In his previous life, he would have celebrated his birthday with work colleagues from the firm that hired him after graduating from Stanford Law School, the one he was working hard at to make partner by this birthday.
But that life was no longer a possibility, his dreams of a normal life had evaporated the day his elder brother was expelled from their pack for falling for the wrong woman.
Upon his birth, Dean Winchester inherited the dual duties of training as a hunter and tutorials in becoming the next Pack Alpha of the Winchester clan. By the time he was twenty-six, Dean was one of the most proficient and feared hunters to have ever been produced by the Winchester bloodline.
But he had another side, one he didn’t publicly show, possessing one of the most compassionate hearts and would do whatever it took to protect those he loved. He was also a charmer when it came to the pursuit of the fairer sex, although Sam always found his pickup lines cheesy as fuck.
As was the custom in their pack, two days before his twenty-ninth birthday and arranged marriage to Beta Cassie Robinson, second eldest of the Morningstar Pack Alpha. Dean's packmates joined him on one last bachelor run and decided to stop at Harvell's Roadhouse which hunters from all packlands frequented.
Sam had been finishing up some last-minute things before heading home for the wedding when Caleb and Pastor Jim, his father’s second and pack's spiritual leader, appeared telling him what had occurred. Dean had returned home with Jo, a Beta he had mated and claimed, and all hell broke loose.
Sam lost his freedom that day and his parents were running his life.
Again.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me.
~~~
Without a courteous knock, Sam’s door suddenly opens, and Mary Campbell-Winchester enters.
“Samuel, you are the limit! You’ve been in here all day pouting like a teething pup. I know you’re still disappointed about giving up that job but really, it’s been almost three years.” Mary sighed, “I never understand why your father indulged your interests outside hunting. You’re a legacy, blessed by the goddess, inheriting her gifts of strength and intelligence from both sides of our bloodlines.”
Mary looked over her ginormous offspring, frowning at his hunter garb, “it’s almost time for your guests to arrive.”
“They’re your guests' mother,” Sam flatly said, knowing she would ignore him regardless watched her cross to his walk-in closet, “I’m capable of dressing myself,” returns carrying a tuxedo suit tailored explicitly for the formal celebration.
“As for marrying that girl,” Mary continued, “did you honestly believe it would have lasted? Jessica is a human after all and incapable of properly satisfying you as Ruby can.”
Sam shuttered at the mention of his expected-to-be betrothed name.
“Your father and I expect you to be downstairs, properly dressed, in forty minutes,” pausing to check her immaculate appearance in the wall mirror, “and do something with that overgrown mop you call hair,” once again chastising her youngest. “Honestly, you should try harder to emulate your father instead of going around resembling a Kitsune."
“Please tell me you’re fucking kidding Uncle Bobby!”
“Watch your language young lady.”
“I’m sorry Aunt Ellen but this..Alpha Winchester will take it as an insult to..”
“I’ve already talked to John and explained the situation, he understands our predicament and won’t take it that way, just present yourself at the end of the reception line and no one will notice.”
“Everyone will notice me sitting among the Packs tables and the gossip-mongering it’ll create! That our clan has fallen so far status since you took over and you have the gall..”
“I don’t give two shits, sorry Ellen, what others think about me but Jenny’s too sick to go.” Bobby sighed, “I know I’m asking a lot but there’s no one else of age who can take her place.”
“It’ll be fine sweetie,” Ellen said hugging Aoibheann, “but Aunt Ellen, I don’t have anything.”
“We’ll find you something and Jo can do your hair and makeup.”
“I’m not permitted to present myself above my status.”
“Hogs wallop,” Ellen said.
Aoibheann knocked on the cottages front door clenching a garment bag and trying to not hyperventilate when Jo greeted her smile quickly vanished, “get in here before you pass out cause there’s no way in hell I can lift your tall ass off the ground.”
She automatically complies with the order and followed Jo to the bath seating herself on the step stool that’s in the middle allowing Jo to more easily work around her noticing the variety of products and implants cluttering the counter.
“Do you use all that stuff?”
Jo laughs, “yep, what we women do to look good for our mates.”
“I didn’t mean to be so curious, it’s not like I’ll ever need them again.”
Jo placed her small hand on her stepcousin's shoulder, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Let me have the bag,” she took it and pulled out the dress hooking its hanger over the door pulled out the spaghetti strapped, chiffon A-line maxi dress took a moment to admire the soft white materials crocheted lace underneath the bust and overprint of pastel flowers with leaves in pinks, blues, grays, greens, and elegant herons in grey, black, and reds.
Jo turns it noticing some of the side seams had been hastily altered to reduce the torso, “Aunt Ellen did that, it’s too big.”
“No one’s gonna notice. It’s a lovely dress but it’s you who’s gonna be beautiful.”
Aoibheann hurried along the stone path with dress hem in one hand, grateful she didn’t need high heels with it, and a gift in the other stopped behind a hedge row of holly bushes just out sight watched as the trio of hosts greeted the last of the other Packs guests started to move but froze as a brief argument broke out when suddenly the largest Alpha was stomping by and abruptly stops an arm's length from the bush scenting the air starts looking around confused before shaken his head and changes directions disappearing around the manor house.
Unsure what to do, she peeked out and was spotted, “what are you doing lurking in those bushes? Come out immediately!” Following the command and keeping her head bowed Aoibheann approached the now angry duo.
“Who are you?” The Alpha's deep voice demanded, “I..I was sent by the Singer Packs Alpha.”
“Oh, my goddess..John, she’s an Omega! What was Bobby thinking, sending one of them? This is an insult not only to our son but to our entire clan! I knew it’d be a mistake when the others supported elevating a Beta to Pack Alpha status..”
“That’s enough Mary! I told Bobby it was fine to send her,” Mary gasped at her mate, “it couldn’t be helped. I had already instructed the event planner to set her a place in the back.”
“Oh, I thought that was a mistake, so I had them remove it.”
“You what?” John barked at his Beta, “when you said their only female Beta of age was ill, I assumed..”
“Begging you pardon Alpha,” Aoibheann respectfully said and John gave his permission for her to continue, “I know my being here is an insult to all the honorable Packs and I do not wish to be the cause of further discourse with your Beta,” she held out the elegantly wrapped gift, “Pack Alpha Singer requested I present the future Winchester Pack Alpha with this token of esteem, if you will kindly accept it in his stead, I will immediately leave.”
“I will gladly accept this offering from the Singer Pack on behalf of our future Pack Alpha.” John took the gift, “and allow me to apologize for the misunderstanding over your attendance. My Beta will see that oversight is corrected,” John pointedly said making Mary huff and marched off, her expensive heels clacking on the stone walkway.
John sighed, “don’t mind my Beta, she gets put out when things don’t go as she planned.” Reaching out John placed his index finger under her chin lifting the Omegas head.
“I remember you,” her eyes flicked up in surprise, “whenever I’d visit with my boys, all you pups would tear around Bobby’s salvage yard.” John smiled sadly at the memories.
“Alpha Dean,” the Omega paused when John’s eyes briefly flashed at the name, “forgive me. I know he wishes it could’ve ended differently.”
John’s expression saddened, “I do too.”
Sam grunted as he wriggled his much broader than at eighteen shoulders through a narrow gap in the railing catches his foot and lost his left shoe. Hopping on the other he stretched a long arm back through the hole to retrieve it when it slipped hitting the ground with a wet squish. With an aggravated huff Sam pulled off his other shoe tucking both socks in it.
Glancing up at the three-quarter full moon reminisces about the last time he’d been up here with Dean, splitting a bottle of their dad's best bourbon before Standford when the scent he’d caught earlier wafts on the gentle breeze again tickled at his memory but can’t put his finger of where he’d smelled it before.
They were his favorites of the autumnal season from childhood that to this day soothe his inner wolf took a deep breath; warm spices with a hint of caramelized apple felt an unpleasant, metallic aftertaste hit the back of his throat and made him gag.
Breathing shallowly, he trails it along the walkway behind Everblooming Arabian Jasmine Vines and comes upon the source.
A woman sitting on one of the shadowed stone benches is observing the soirée through a gap in the vines, so Sam slowly approached to not startle her. “Hello,” he softly says making her scramble off the bench caught a brief glimpse of terror-filled wide eyes before clasping her hands and bowing her head to him.
“Forgive me Alpha, I did not realize this was your domain.”
Sam’s brow furrowed confused at her strange remark, “this isn’t my domain. Please,” he gestured for her to retake her seat before sitting on the other end of, “I’m guessing you’re not much for big gatherings either?”
She didn’t answer so he dips his head to see her face, pleasant but plain features framed with thick, cinnamon-hued hair, her only feature that stood out signified she was of the Singer clan with eyes on the lighter side and a mouth a bit too wide.
If his inner wolf wasn’t doing somersaults, Sam would’ve easily passed her by.
”How’d you find your way up here?”
“A..friend told me.”
It took a while for the conversation to start flowing with her shyness slowly falling away for her enchanting personality shone through was enough for him to know that Ruby nor any of the other Betas his parents had pushed at him were the ones meant to be his Pack Beta when the old churches clock bonged the hour.
“I..I have to leave,” she said getting up, “I’ve stayed longer than I was supposed to.”
“Surely you can stay a bit longer Aoibheann?” Sam asks and she shook her head. “I know this is presumptuous, but will you honor me by accompanying me during the Packs tri-annual run tomorrow night?”
Aoibheann felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes focused on the jasmine blossoms over his shoulder.
“I..I’m sorry I won't be attending.”
“Why? You can’t disappear from me! I know you feel it too,” Sam reaches out grabbing her wrist making her flinch and curl in upon herself, “fuck, I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to..”
“I apologize for my unwarranted reaction Alpha; I was trained better.”
Sam frowned at her words not understanding what she meant decided to try again.
“Near Riverbend, there’s an ancient oak that crosses the river and about half a mile down the old path is a small clearing where the bluebells bloom. Meet me I will go to your Packs Alpha and do whatever he requires of me to secure you for my Beta but if you choose not to, I won’t ever bother you again.”
“I..I’ll consider your offer Alpha.”
Sam paused at the ancient fallen oak, turning his head to check if he’d been followed and hearing nothing hopped up and padded silently across trotted down the path occasionally raising his muzzle to sniff the air, hoping against hope came upon the clearing and saw Aoibheann seated at the base of the largest oak.
He eagerly crossed the field and laid down by her legs, his big hazel eyes gazing adoringly up at her and she slowly reached out and began running her fingers through his thick, chestnut fur making him rumble in happiness.
“I can’t stay long but I had to see you,” Sam sat up at the desolate tone in her voice, “I wanted to thank you for offering to court me but I am unable to accept.”
In a blink, Sam shifted making Aoibheann blush at his nakedness, “please tell me why, I know you feel it too, what is standing in the way? I promised I’d do whatever your Alpha asks of me.”
“I’m not permitted.”
“I don’t understand,” she hesitatingly asks in return, “you know about the Singer Packs last Alpha?” Sam nodded remembering.
It’d been all the gossip at his fourteenth birthday celebration. The Alpha embezzled from not only the pack but humans who’d been invested in the clan's business ventures then vanished before being brought to justice and was believed to have died.
“When it all came out his Beta couldn’t handle it let alone the thought of being demoted to Omega status,” her voice quieted, “she downed a lethal dose of a sleeping draught instead.”
Sam was well versed in human and Pack laws knew Omegas were once Alphas or Betas convicted of crimes committed by themselves or immediate family.
Those condemned to the status were sentenced to ten years of indentured servitude under the Pack Alpha of whose clan the crimes were committed, and silver beads were implanted in an ‘O’ symbol near the hip as punishment, signifying the individual's lowly status halted their ability to shift into wolf form also acted like chemical sterilization and left them sterile.
Aoibheann stood up and lifted her shirt's hem to reveal a raised, beaded circle just under the skin above her left hip bone. Sam reached out and lightly brushed his fingertips over the silver-tinted skin felt his fingertips burning and jerked back in shock.
“Afterwards, the Morningstar's Alpha was given custody of me.”
“Wait a minute, why were you sent there when the crime was perpetrated within your clan?”
“The Morningstar's second eldest was his mistress and they’d planned it together. Can you imagine what’d happen if it was made public that the once future Beta of the Winchester clan had been involved?” Sam’s jaw dropped in realization.
The Pack council, including his father, chose to cover up Cassie Robinson's crimes by committing another.
Sam didn’t know how long he’d been pacing along the woodland edge trying to work up the courage to walk across the water-worn stones in the bubbling brook near the cottage heard a door open and a very pretty, diminutive blonde Beta stepped out placing hands on her hips and yelled across the expanse.
“You have some balls to show your face here after all these fucking years!”
Sam was about to respond when he heard a distinctive tread and saw his brother appear from around the back wiping his grease-covered hands on a rag asked in a voice gravellier than the last time they spoke.
“Jo, who the hell are you yelling at?”
“Me.”
Dean’s chartreuse eyes widened in shock and Sam held his breath waiting to see how his brother, whom he hadn’t seen in four years, would react.
“Come up to the house,” was all he said turning towards the cottage.
~~~
The cottage was over a century old by its construction; the traditional thatched roof, gothic windows, and old hardwood flooring made it cozy and welcoming, nothing like Winchester Manor's vast halls and stone facade.
Sam glanced around again, unsure why his inner wolf kept expecting Aoibheann would appear.
“What’s with the look?”
Sam was startled out of his thoughts, “I was thinking how this place feels more like home than what we had growing up.”
“Hmm,” was all Dean said looking him over.
He’d seen pictures of Sam on the Pack's social media but was still having a hard time putting his once skinny as a green bean and bit to tall brother with the man sitting across from him, who now out massed their father.
Sam started squirming under his brother's scrutiny, feeling like that gawky kid again subconsciously stuck a finger in his mouth.
“See you still bite your cuticles,” Dean admonished, tipping his longneck at his hand, “yeah, guess some things haven’t changed.”
“You know after I left all I had was Baby then it hit me I had no clue how I was gonna provide for Jo. She talked me into seeing Bobby that night and I forced myself to swallow my pride to ask him for help. And you know what he said?”
“Stop acting like a damned ‘idjit, family don’t end in blood.”
Sam jumped having not sensed the man who’d been a second father to them enter stood up suddenly hesitant, “don’t you start boy,” Bobby admonished wrapping him in a hug, “damn, it’s good to see you Sam!”
Bobby took the offered longneck from him and sat down, “don’t sell yourself short Dean, the Pack gave you the same leg up we all got but you’re the one who’s put in the work to prove your worth.”
“Leg up?” Sam asked in his never-ending curious voice, “it’s an old tradition that everyone of age in this Pack provides a good or service for a newly mated couple. I offered Dean a job at my garage, Rufus procured some extra weapons for hunting, and so on.”
“I can’t take credit for this,” Dean waved his hand indicating the cottage, “it and the lands were gifted to us by your niece Bobby.”
“Whoa, that was a generous gift. What a minute, your niece..what was her name?”
Bobby shifted and glanced at Dean who rubbed the back of his neck.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“Dean.”
“Better tell him,” Bobby said, “he’s not gonna give up until he knows everything.”
Dean got up walked over to a cabinet pulls out a bottle of bourbon and three glasses, “don’t know if you remember, you must've been six and dad was on a hunt, we spent the week with Bobby.”
Sam nodded, “I remember you always cheated playing hide and seek,” he huffed a laugh, “that’s how you did it, your wolf senses were presenting.”
“And how I knew when we left you were serious when you said one-day Aoibheann was gonna be your Beta.”
“You’re the one who told her about the balcony..how did you know I’d even go up there?”
“What don’t I know about you kid? Bobby wanted to be sure you still felt the same way as that six-year-old did before we gave her false hope.” He topped off his glass, “a while ago a crossroads demon named Crowley gave me the whereabouts of Aoibheann's father.”
‘Why would a demon do that?”
“Alpha Singer made a demon deal but when it came time to collect, he split, been living in a warded bunker that used to belong to some research organization called The Men of Letters. In exchange for us going in to get him, Crowley will let us bring him before the council. That’s where you come in, we need your knowledge of the law to properly present the evidence against Singer to get Aoibheann’s conviction overturned.”
“We know you’ve been hunting with Caleb,” Bobby added, “but this is gonna be a whole neither level. The man has had access to a respiratory of occult knowledge that’ll surpass anything we’ve known, figured you’d wanna join us on this hunt so you can finally claim your Beta.”
Dean slid the bottle towards him, “whatcha say little brother, ready to run with the big dogs?”
”Absofuckingloutly.”
One and half years later
“The dress is lovely but there is still something not right.” Mary Winchester, tapping one impeccably manicured fingernail against her chin, says to the head couturier of the bridal salon as she walks around the podium Aoibheann standing upon in a Cinderella-style wedding dress.
She gazed into one of the strategically placed mirrors allowing her to see the entire dress from different angles without needing to turn admiring the beautiful gown but something she would never choose, absurdly heavy with its satin material, copious beading all over the form-fitting bodice, and countless tulle underskirts for volume.
She had already found the dress, the one that would’ve perfectly fit her tall, slightly curvy frame and made her feel pretty and knew Sam would’ve loved its simple elegance.
Finally stopping Mary announces to everyone in earshot, “It won’t do, it is indecorous.”
Aoibheann knows it’s not the dress she’s referring to bit down on her tongue to stop the tears forming from the latest insult from her future mother-in-law.
“Oui, madam, I concur ‘es not aesthetically pleasing.” The couturier verbalizes what's been etched on Mary’s face since her youngest son, their clan's next Pack Alpha, announced he’d chosen to court the former Omega and on his last birthday, Sam formally asked Bobby, as Pack Alpha of the Singer clan, for his permission to take Aoibheann as his Beta and to publicly announce our betrothal.
Bobby had been shocked and deeply honored, normally the Alphas clan posted the bannes.
Seeing the look on Aoibheann face during what's supposed to be one of the happiest events of her engagement was the final straw for her adoptive aunt, Ellen Harvell-Singer.
“Are you insinuating that my niece is not good enough to be the Beta of Sam Fucking Winchester!” Ellen yelled as she shot off the couch not caring who was listening caused Mary’s eyes widened in shock at the outburst, people in polite society simply did not act like this in public.
Aoibheann could see in the mirror's reflection several people turning to watch the proceedings with rapt interest.
Great, she thought, more ammunition for them to gossip with, that's all I need right now.
They knew the truth about what had occurred but had no problem coming up with things to gossipmonger about.
“Aunt Ellen..”
“No! I’ve had enough of everyone thinking you're not good enough for this fucking clan!”
“No madam, I meant no disrespect!” The couturier turned crimson, scrambling to cover up her intentional insult before Ellen could say anymore. “I meant ‘es the dress color, ‘es too light for her skin tone, perhaps something in ivory or blush would suit better?”
“Absolutely not, the dress must be white! It represents the purity and fertility of the next Pack Alphas chosen Beta.” Mary states as if it was a commandment.
If Mary only knew the night of the official betrothal dinner after everyone retired to the formal living room for coffee and bonne bouche, Sam had snuck her off to the formal library and upon his mother’s highly prized antique Georgian table had her for dessert.
Aoibheann couldn’t suppress her grin at the memory.
“What are you grinning about, young lady?” Ellen snapped, turning her glare from the dressmaker.
“Nothing, it’s ironic that I have to wear white but I’m too white for white,” she looks over at Mary, “short of me dying my hair and getting a spray tan..”
The obscure suggestion brightens the Beta’s demeanor, “I know the perfect salon who can do it!” Aoibheann held up her hand, “you know it wouldn’t please Sam nor would he ask me to change.”
Mary purses her lips in a tight line.
“I am willing to wear white to uphold tradition, but it can’t be this,” gesturing at the gown, “and you have to bend a bit, it will have to be a more subtle shade.”
“Fine, but there cannot be any lace on the dress.”
Looking back at the mirror, Aoibheann reminded herself at the end of all this she would be with Sam caught a glimpse of Ruby Morningstar smirking before leaning towards her cousin Amelia whispering.
It's gonna be a long day.
Sipping on a glass of water and swallowing the migraine meds Aoibheann was relieved she had the foresight to book a private booth at Hanscum’s.
The constant headache she’d had since her betrothal was slightly more manageable with the restaurant's low lighting slumped down a bit to rest her head on the seat back shudders trying to block the memory of the dress selected.
It's so ostentatious, a haunt couture ball gown in, of course, an unflattering shade of white. Mary insisted with her extra height the dress will look stunning on the day.
The dress will be stunning..the bride's another story.
Aoibheann's phone vibrated sees it was her cousin Jo tapping the FaceTime icon,” you look like death warmed over.” Jo states, “mom said it was a complete shit show, sorry I couldn't be there today.”
She snorted. “Wish I could’ve missed it too; thought for a minute I was gonna have to hogtie Aunt Ellen before she jumped Mary and that salon bitch.”
“What can I start you off with today, we have a nice pinot noir.” The waiter inquired.
“I’ll have double bourbon and hold the rocks.”
The waiter returns with her drink, and she throws it back ordering another to go with her nonexistent lunch when Jo makes a face, “you shouldn't be drinking with those meds let alone on an empty stomach,” she admonishes. “So, what’s the damage? Mom said the dress is unbelievable.”
“Hang on a sec,” she texts a photo taken of the dress after flat out refusing to be photographed in it at the salon.
“HolyFuckingShit!” Jo’s voice bellows from the speakers drawing the attention of a nearby table whose occupants started whispering amongst themselves, “it's gonna fucking swallow you!”
“I look completely ridiculous! It’s been ordered with the smallest cup size possible since I don't have a tenth of the cleavage needed and I’ll still have to wear chicken cutlets! You should have heard what Mary said when I showed her the one I wanted.”
Jo fumes, “first, that sanctimonious bitch has the audacity to choose the bridesmaids, the venue, the flowers, the dinner menu..”
“..and don’t forget the cake.”
“You’d think she’d at least let you pick out your cake flavors! Now she shuts you down picking out your dress. What’s next?”
“Oh, that reminds me I forgot to tell you. Mary was ever so kind to inform us the other night she’s already booked where we’re going for our honeymoon.” Aoibheann dramatically sighs.
“It’s a beautiful, private tropical island in the Bahamas. Sam’s gonna love the snorkeling, sailing, hiking trails, and swimming in the hidden lagoons and I’ll be spending the day in our room, alone, with books for company since I’ll only be able to emerge at night considering how easy I burn.”
“Is the high and mighty Winchester Beta also planning on being in the room to instruct Sam on the proper way to knot you too?”
“I wouldn’t put it past her 'cause you know Mary is so keen on me, think how thrilled she’ll be if Sam can put pups in me.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry you're having to deal with all this. I know she’s doing it because Dean chose me.”
“Joanne Harvell-Singer Winchester don’t you dare blame yourself for any of this! It’s not your fault Dean’s father forced him to choose between being their Pack or his true mate!”
Aoibheann slammed back the rest of her drink, “fuck John Winchester and his fucking ultimatums. Dean loves you with every fiber of his being and never gonna regret his decision.”
She watches Jo tear up, running a hand over her swollen stomach, knowing she was thinking about how Dean gave up his entire life for her to be his Beta.
“Agh, fucking hormones! See what you have to look forward to when Sam knocks you up.”
Aoibheann smiles a bit sadly at her assumptions, thankful Jo missed her slip up, Sam and she chose not to tell anyone what the doctor found after her last check-up.
There’s still Adam to be the next Pack Alpha if I can’t give him any pups.
Jo wipes her eyes and holds up her latest ultrasound photo beaming. “We’re having twin girls, and would you believe Mr. Plaid Flannel is already planning on a pink nursery? Pink!!”
“Told you deep down he’s a Beta at heart.” Aoibheann teased knowing underneath that tough, cool exterior Dean Winchester had the biggest heart of any Alpha she’d ever met, including Sam.
“Shit!”
“What's wrong?”
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise, running into you.” Ruby Morningstar says in that saccharine sweet voice of hers as she stops by the table with two cousins-by-marriage, Lisa and Amelia.
A decade ago, Lisa had tried to snare Dean by claiming her son was a result of a sex-crazed weekend they had but Dean insisted it was impossible, swore he used protection.
There had been a scandal and tension between the clans until the paternity test he insisted on when Ben was born proved him right.
Amelia had been Sam’s fuck buddy for almost a year after breaking up with his human girlfriend Jessica, whom he’d planned on proposing to after he made partner.
Unbeknownst to both parties, John Winchester was seated in the booth behind them.
He already heard some of the things being said about Aoibheann when his son began expressing concern about how the clans' members were talking.
But John had dismissed it, saying it was something all Pack leaders endured came to a head during one council session a member insinuated something unrepeatable Sam unintentionally shifted, his inner wolf vehemently determined to protect his future mate.
John publicly admonished his son, telling Sam he’d better learn to control himself since he chose a woman with a scandalous past to be his Beta.
He wasn’t surprised at the unimaginative taunts but then Lisa mentioned Mary’s name repeating the outright vitriol she had apparently been expressing not only at the bridal salon but to the clan in general.
This was a breach of etiquette, and he was going to put a stop to his Betas interference and maligning of the bride-to-be, the first step in honoring the agreement he’d made with his sons.
“Dean this is crazy, where the hell are you taking me?”
Dean lifted on side of the noise canceling headphones and growled at his blindfolded brother, “will you stop asking me that, just put your Sasquatch hand back on my shoulder and keep following.”
Sam rumbled back but did as his brother asked walking behind him used his other senses to try and suss out where they were going.
He could smell the river in the distance and the damp loam of the forest floor caught the subtle fragrance of flowers intermixing with the scent of warm spices with a hint of caramelized apple that always made his inner wolf rumble in contentment.
Dean abruptly stopped and gripped both his arms, maneuvering him to a specific spot removing the headphones and blindfold. Sam blinked a couple of times when his breath catches in his throat.
Standing in front of him amongst the bluebells was a radiant-looking Aoibheann, her thick tresses had flowers twined throughout, and was dressed in a fitted, off-white, lace dress with a sweetheart neckline and chapel train.
“Now you know why I had you put on the monkey suit,” Dean snarked felt Jo smack the back of his head, “hey!”
“This was John’s idea,” Aoibheann tells Sam, “he came to me apologizing for his part in the cover-up and said something about making amends by honoring his part of the deal and ordered us to have the wedding of our choice.”
She wrinkled her nose, “unfortunately, we still have to attend the reception Mary’s planned.”
Sam smiled at how adorable she looked, “since dad also agreed to make Adam the next Pack Alpha, I’ll be heading a nonpartisan group that will oversee the council rulings, so they won’t be able to railroad anyone ever again.”
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“Dad also arranged for you to have your place, it’s a cabin not far from here and the lands abutting the Singer packlands not far from us.”
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Howls of pain are echoing; a crack followed with a pitch that nearly made her shudder with delight. Against cool rocks, the melody is free to travel through the labyrinth of the ancient system. Beneath puddles of water do the indents of dragged feet linger. Familiar patterns of nails clawing in desperation to escape but to no avail. They are abandoned. Expendable tokens to use as she pleased …
“My sweet darlings!”
Jaws bite down with a ferocity of an eager animal. Glimmering orbs of steel blue to ruby all turn in her direction; nostrils flared to inhale the scent of the celestial before powerful tails swished behind in what could only be joy. Pitch black doors of steel remain wide open in the expansive caverns. Their meals lay in scattered mess of flowing crimson; a stench enough to even make Lucrezia’s nose scrunch.
“My babies …”, she cooed as her figure rose in the air to reach the head of a scaled beast; twin tail spiked and cutting into rock as its head tilt into her caress. “I was beginning to worry.”
“Did you behave for me?”
“Define ‘behave’.”
Corners turned up as a figure emerged from the abyss of the doors. His hand resting in his pocket as an object is tossed to the emerald beast who clamped down with a speed that could make any mother proud. “I was wondering if you were still around.” A few more pieces were thrown into the center with a sickening splash before the pack delved in.
“You figured it out.”
“I did.” Just the sheer size of their wings is enough to leave the celestial reeling with excitement as the nest fell into the throes of hunger. Relentless. Merciless. Not even a grain of crushed bone is left — oh have sweetly they have grown! Far too much time has passed since she last watched the dragão. The joy they will have once they take to the skies!
— But first …
Stone trembles as an old groan of hinges tore through the noise. Beneath rock and calcium, dust of diamonds falling to the ground as a wave to shore. There, the god squints against the brightness before sapphire veil settled in place. Contents beyond obscured but nothing to alert the creatures as Lucrezia parted to caress the surface.
“Dinner is ready.”
One by one, prisoners wander through with a gasp of fright. Their final chance to turn and run denied by the gate.
There is only one way out, and as the creatures stood on high upon powerful legs, eyes aglow with blood stained fangs, the final screams of plea fell on deaf ears.
“Tell Valeriya we have much to discuss.”
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I think the most intimidating thing about yugioh is how cards don’t get banned after a set period of time. The only other tcg I’ve played regularly that I have as a reference is Pokémon, and every few generations they banned cards from a certain expansion point backwards. You couldnt go to a tournament today with a deck that included cards from the Fossil expansion or EX Ruby and sapphire. It continually limits the pool of cards to keep things balanced as they introduce new mechanics.
But yugioh doesn’t do that. There’s 12k individual cards you can choose from and while they routinely ban or limit certain cards that break the game you can still play with cards from that very first expansion pack. That’s 12k cards to choose from for your own deck, and 12k cards you could potentially see played against you. It is, quite simply, overwhelming. It’s so much information it’s almost paralyzing.
And to make it more stressful, unlike Pokémon, cards don’t have set “evolutions”. I know a pikachu, if it’s going to evolve, is going to become a raichu and I can prepare for that. But outside of theming and context clues you can’t have that preparedness in yugioh. I’m sure once I get more aware of the meta i will be able to make a lot more educated guesses but, this is soooo much.
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Expansion to that earlier anon ask: how would Jaune/Cinder not being canon make me feel... well, I think the fallout of it would be, where did my analysis go wrong.
My analysis would go wrong in taking it too seriously. That would be my fatal error. Because Jaune/Cinder isn't merely a measure of divergent interpretation, it's a matter of degree of intent. You need to expect some measure of seriousness and intentionality about both of their characters and all of the romances in the story and take the foreshadowing seriously and take the thematic stakes seriously and take the ship paralleling seriously and take the allusions seriously and understand how said allusions are employed and overall just give an entire shit.
There's nothing about Jaune/Cinder that asks you to dismiss the inherent identity of R/WBY. It's actually the total reverse. I think the ship is an affirmation of it.
So if my takeaway is, 'Damn, I should've listened to everyone else with bad opinions who said V9 made Jaune/Weiss a foregone conclusion because she [checks notes] made a joke about him being mature and then there was that sidehug' then I literally do not fucking care. The only lesson will be that I should've had lower expectations. That's not an indictment on me, that's an indictment on the text and an embarrassment of their storytelling. I think the shipbaiting with Blake/Sun is stupid either way, even if Blake/Yang ended up canon, and even if Jaune/Weiss isn't canon I found that to be embarrassing character assassination of Weiss. I would've genuinely preferred platonic Jaune-Weiss developments whilst Ruby is suffering in the background, really leaning into the Winter Maiden and the Old Man element.
I think if it were an actual case of my misreading of the text, and there were complexity but I read it the wrong way, it'd be a very different scenario. I do like being surprised and I do like interrogating my own interpretive abilities.
But I think I understand some of R/WBY's fundamental identity and what makes it tick. I don't think I'm at a disadvantage in a position where my own projections absent the text come first.
I am also very hesitant in how I put forth the Jaune/Cinder thesis. I feel like I need to emphasise this considering people think I care about their opinion that Jaune/Cinder won't be canon, but I'm the first doubter and I really don't want to hear about someone's brave cynic position. It's incredibly boring to me. I think the refutation of Jaune/Cinder isn't, 'Jaune/Weiss would work better', or 'Jaune/Pyrrha is eternal true love' or God forbid any other embarrassing combination. It is genuinely just, okay do they care that much though and are they willing to go that far. Which is hard. Sometimes all you learn in defeat is that you have been defeated. That's it.
But on the other hand, I don't care if people call me crazy. This lunatic fandom has believed the most insane shit and the most countertextual bullshit, so it's kind of fucking rich coming from a pack of idiots that Jaune/Cinder is too hard when a sizeable contingent of the fandom doesn't understand their characters or basic storytelling in general. You might think it rude of me, but a little perspective is necessary. Please tell me more about how I/ronwood was the real hero all along and Penny is coming back and Jaune will be exiled in Ever After. I'm dying to hear it.
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Final Fantasy XIV is the game I stuck with when the universe kept telling me, “No.” I used to be heavy into WoW since I was in the fandom since I was like 10 playing Warcraft 2 on Windows 98 when MS-DOS was still a fucking thing. Then Warcraft 3 and its expansion pack on Windows XP. Before DSL really took off and then finally World of Warcraft on free trial through High School. So then we eventually hit Legion and I was having a good time. But the grinding of rep and World Quests and seventy two order halls with their slow ass research time to increase the AP bar. I was just burnt out on grinding and grinding and grinding. So I made the stupid mistake of joining another MMORPG, Final Fantasy XIV. When ARR is like the biggest fucking grind ever. Especially pre-Stormblood, when you still had to level Gladiator to 30 and then Conjurer to 15 to unlock Paladin. The MSQ I was interested in was gated behind levels making story beats feel rough and ill spaced, the whole leveling up two jobs to unlock the one I wanted was grating, TP was a fucking thing, and I really just did NOT fucking care. Plus, since this WAS pre-Stormblood, when I DID get to Castrum and Praetorium, people could skip the cutscene and do all the boss fights. So the climax of A Realm Reborn was UTTERLY ruined for me.
And then I hit Pre-5.3 Post-A Realm Reborn and FUCK if I thought it was a grind before...suffice to say I dropped Final Fantasy XIV. Eventually Legion became Battle for Azeroth and I gave it a whirl. But quickly got burnt down by the grind again. So I thought, last chance. RIDE OR DIE MOTHERFUCKER! So I did A Realm Reborn, Post-A Realm Reborn, Heavensward (which I felt lukewarm about after everyone and their nan hyped it up too much), Post-Heavensward which...was still recovering from Post-A Realm Reborn fatigue so it wasn’t the greatest. And then Stormblood which was still...just...an okay expansion. Made even better by the fact that by the time I got to the Ruby Sea and finished Susano for the first time, my graphics card DIED! Things were not looking up.
But you know what you miss while watching videos on a computer that can’t run games? Fucking games of course. Two months of saving up for a new graphics card (Back when a new one was like 320$ remember those days?). And so October 2017 I was back in Stormblood whose ending still felt lukewarm but playing Bard was fun. So then I diddle around with the RP community and then SHADOWBRINGERS HAPPENS! And man...Shadowbringers really brought it all together...except Bard...which Shadowbringers GUTTED. But that was neither here nor there. I was running a to-be failed rp guild, learning seven alt jobs on alts, and actually enjoying an MMORPG.
So yeah...Final Fantasy XIV. The game that killed my interest in it three times and killed my graphics card once and later my old computer. But was good enough for me to do surface level shitposts, literary and character analysis on it. Meanwhile, WoW followed BFA up with Shadowlands and...that uhh...that happened.
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sims anon your sims are so pretty omg! rain is such a cutie and honey is truly so gorgeous i'm in love
thank youuu 🥰 and i didn't actually create a single one of them lmao got lucky haha
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Rain looks so much like her dad, and Ash is identical to Honey when she was little, except for eye and hair color haha
also, one of Rain's traits is supposed to be a music lover and it worked out so great bc the guy Honey married is a music lover and rn he's a musician lol
I'm just rambling now lol but I'm having so much fun with this family haha
tho I'll probably take a break from them soon when the for rent expansion pack comes out bc I'm so excited and need to check it out haha
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The King's Curse, ch. 4
[cw] non-consensual touch, blood, gore, animal cruelty
[reading time] 7 mins.
One hundred sixty-eight steps. I counted. My calves were sore after crunching my way through the snow-covered stairs. The journey was the equivalent of ten stories, though it confused me. I looked back down the hill, and from either direction, it didn’t look all that tall. What a strange place.
Now I stood at the edge of a great, white expanse of marble, ringed in with columns of matching stone that were a good five or six metres high. I also quickly realized that I was not alone. The interior of the circle descended a few steps, and standing all around the edges were a dozen elves of all shapes and sizes, dressed in velvet finery of blue and purple. Their faces were sneers, all judging me as I approached. My breath caught in my throat, as I felt the waiting pack would tear me apart the moment I crossed the threshold.
Something compelled me forward, however. Whether it was my doing or some external force, I couldn’t tell, but my feet continued to walk me into the centre of the structure. I stood all alone, hemmed in from all sides by dark elves who judged me and scorned me. Each of them was recognizable by the distinct black aura of magic that swirled and engulfed them, some faint and others blazing like bonfires. One in particular stood out, however. I could not tell if they were man or woman, but they had an unusually pale complexion and long white hair, with both sides of the head shaved. Their aura, strangely enough, was a mixture of black and silver, something I never encountered before in my life. They returned my stare with cold, dark eyes that felt full of pity.
I had little time to contemplate that, however. As I waited for my fate, the chill air around me swirled and danced. Silvery snowflakes gathered from beyond the stone ring and coalesced at the far end from where I’d entered, first forming the shape of feet, followed by a long flowing skirt, and finally a curvy torso with delicate arms and hands. By the time the head formed, the dress became material and shimmered a dark blue hue studded with black diamonds. Finally, the face came into focus, alabaster white skin with full ruby lips. The last of the wintery breeze became her hair, pure white strands that fell over her shoulders and down to her knees. She was quite tall, probably taller than my father, and her dusky eyes focused on me with the intensity of a hunter.
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Her voice echoed across the chamber and reverberated with all the power and vastness I would expect from a fey royal. It was deep and powerful yet still divinely feminine. “We are delighted you could join Us, Sylvie Shaestari.”
I looked to the side, avoiding the blinding might of her magic while trying my best not to appear disrespectful. “Your Majesty,” I replied with a bow.
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I considered her words. It never occurred to me that others couldn’t see what I saw when I entered the Wylde. “I … didn’t realize others could not.”
“They say it is a trait of royal blood.” There was a hint of smugness in her voice.
“That hardly seems likely in my case, Your Grace.”
She took a few steps forward, the edges of her dress trailing several feet behind her. Despite the awkwardly long garment, she floated across the marble with serene grace. The dark elves in her presence were awestruck, and she tore their attention away from me.
“Perhaps not,” she replied with a tinge of disappointment. “To the matter at hand, then: you have cost Us a great deal, girl.”
Time to get down to business. “I am aware, Your Grace. King Oberon told me Ixion was favoured by you. I had no idea. I’ve come to apologize.”
She wagged a finger at me and smiled widely. Her grin was reminiscent of Rayna’s, but it creeped me out. It was the opening of a predator’s jaws, mirthless and eager.
“Nay, apologies are unnecessary. Such is the way of the world. Ixion was a great alchemist in service to Our court, but he chose an opponent he could not overcome.”
That was certainly a turn I didn’t expect. If what happened was acceptable, then why was I here? “I beg pardon, Your Grace, but if that is true, then what did you call upon me for?”
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I raised my hands slightly, palms outward. “Oh, I see. That’s generous, Your Grace, but I can’t stay here.”
She took another step in my direction, and though a couple of metres separated us, I instinctively shrank away. “Oh? You have other obligations?”
“I—I, yes, I suppose…”
The crowd around me tittered, but the Queen made an overt motion with her hands for silence. She took another step toward me, then another. “Are you certain? We offer a great deal of prestige and riches to those who serve Us faithfully.”
As she drew ever closer to me, I felt supremely small and not at all certain about anything. Despite her claim that it was an offer, I didn’t get the impression that I could refuse. My feet were cement blocks holding me to the floor, and the Queen drew dangerously close to me.
She reached out one hand, extending a slender finger. Her nails were painted a beautiful dark blue that sparkled with the stars of the night sky. One fingertip came to rest gently under my chin, lifting my head up with just the slightest of encouragement. The Queen leaned down slowly, and to my shock, she closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine. I froze in place like a scared rabbit.
Her kiss was nothing like Rayna’s, her lips soft but cold. The small motions she made against my mouth felt nothing like love. It was an act of pure lust and control. Despite my hyper-awareness of the situation, there was nothing I could do but endure. I dared not wrest myself away from the Queen of the Winter Court, no matter what she did to me.
It was only a few seconds, but to me it felt like eternity. She withdrew her hand, however, and stepped back. “How intriguing! You are a rare bird, indeed.”
I literally had no idea what she meant or how to respond to that, and sheer terror still rooted me in place.
She turned away from me and took a few steps back towards the opposite end of the floor. “Well, it is a disappointment that you would not choose to stay. In that case, We shall assign you another task as reparation.”
My breath returned to me in one great gasp. I didn’t even realize I’d held it. “Th-thank you, Your Majesty.”
The Queen arrived at the edge of the marble circle, and she spun to face me again. “You will ascend the mountain. Nestled on its slopes, you will find a field where grows the black crocus. Bring it to Us.”
That was it? She wanted me to fetch a flower? Relief didn’t even begin to describe what I felt. “Of course, Your Grace, right away.”
She clapped her hands together, and the sound echoed across the colonnade. “The only thing that remains is to seal the contract.”
“Uh… Your Grace?”
“Patience, my dear.”
The silence between us as her retinue looked on felt supremely awkward, but I waited as she requested. I wondered if there was something I should do to pass the time, but mostly I just looked at my feet, desperately avoiding the Queen’s gaze. But then I heard it: the soft grunts of some sort of animal. Up the hill whence I came and cresting the top of the stairs strode two armed and armoured elves, elegant in their black plate and with curved swords upon their hips. Perhaps the Winter Court’s equivalent of the royal knights? Between them, they escorted a large boar. Its spiky coat reflected the afternoon sun as it shuffled across the marble floor, coaxed by a rope tied to a yoke round its neck.
I cursed myself for not studying her court closer before I came here.
The trio walked past me and stopped before Queen Morrigan. She stepped forward towards the boar, and instinctively, the animal recoiled. It did not surprise me that even such a strong and feral beast would be afraid of her. One of the attendants handed her a small goblet made from brass.
The Queen’s smile was a thing of pure evil and mockery, and she flashed it at me one last time before turning her attention to the now-struggling animal. The poor thing grappled against its yoke, but the guards tied it to a ring set into the solid floor. She extended one finger, the same one with which she’d touched me mere minutes ago, and she dug the nail into the beast’s side.
I wanted to yank my head away, but something compelled me to watch, perhaps Her Majesty’s influence or my fear, but I couldn’t tell which. The boar squealed and struggled as Queen Morrigan walked slowly from tail to nose, slicing the skin open with her fingernail. As the flesh fell away, she collected the dripping blood into the cup waiting in her other hand. The boar’s whimpers and screams sickened me, but I couldn’t even find the will to vomit. Within seconds, the Queen flayed the skin from the boar’s side with only her bare hands.
Without a word, she moved towards me, the goblet brandished in front of her. I cowered, fearing that I would join the poor beast. Instead, she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip of its contents. She licked her lips and held it out towards me.
“Drink,” she commanded.
I winced, still very aware of the squealing and squirming hog behind her. “Please… end its suffering first.”
The Queen tilted her head curiously. “As you wish.”
She nodded to one of the armoured elves. He stepped forward and drew his curved blade from its sheath in one swift motion, raising it over his head. It reminded me of my mother’s sword in its craftsmanship and balance, but unlike hers, the edge was black and serrated. He brought it down on the boar’s neck with substantial force, and the creature grunted and fell to its knees. It wasn’t dead, though. He had to hack at its neck thrice more. Each time his blade cracked against its vertebrae, I winced.
Once again, the Queen urged me to drink from her goblet. I stalled as much as I could before taking it from her hands. Just briefly, our fingers touched, and she felt like an icy corpse. I shuddered involuntarily.
Again, I hesitated.
“You must drink to seal our contract,” she reminded me.
“Right…”
My hand shook as I brought the little metal cup to my lips. I closed my eyes and took a sip. The blood was still warm, and the salty metallic taste on my tongue sickened me to my core. I barely got any of it down my throat before I wretched and dropped the goblet. It clattered loudly on the marble floor, scattering blood all around the Queen’s feet. It mingled with the growing pool of blood underneath the boar, staining the hem of Queen Morrigan’s dress. She paid it no mind.
“It is done,” she proclaimed, another one of her wicked grins crossing her crimson-dappled lips. “Do this deed for Us, and We will release you of your obligation to Our court.”
And that would hopefully save Rayna, as well. Everything about this boded ill for me, but I had to do this for her sake. I wiped a drop of blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, and for the first time, I fixed my gaze directly upon the Queen. Either Rayna and I both lived, or we both died, as death would be the only thing that could stop me from fulfilling my quest.
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