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Opalescence - Azriel x Reader
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Summary: A visit to the esteemed day court sets the Mother's plans for a certain shadowsinger in motion.
Meaning: "a unique gem that can pick up all colours of the spectrum depending on the light"
Word Count: +1k
Warnings: None
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The Day Court was the polar opposite of the Courts of Night. Sunshine illuminated every corner of the vast land. The golden palaces gleamed in the light, appearing like masses of molten metal.
"Welcome, my friends!"
The booming voice of the High Lord of Day broke Azriel's trance, his eyes squinting to look past the glowing light that inevitably followed Helion wherever he went.
"Thank you for the invitation, Helion. We are extremely grateful to be offered a few days of sanctuary and relaxation," his High Lord replied, his tone as cool as the breeze that wove through Velaris.
"Ah well, I would be lying if I didn't say my intentions were slightly selfish," Helion replied, winking in the direction of himself and Mor.
Before Azriel had the chance to roll his eyes, a gentle yet firm voice echoed through the space.
"Come now, Uncle. No one wants to be subjected to your atrocious flirting."
A figure emerged from behind Helion's colossal bronze body.
A female, with skin as pale as quartz, brown hair that glowed gold in the sun, and eyes that reflected the molten gold of the Day Court palaces.
"Ah, nieceling, you wound me."
The inner circle's eyes widened in shock. No one had been aware that Helion's long-dead sister, Mother protect her soul, had conceived a child.
The female's attention shifted from her uncle to the inner circle, before finally resting on the hazel of Azriel's eyes.
"It's wonderful to finally make your acquaintance. My uncle has told me all about you, some things I wish he had rather kept to himself," she said, shooting a look at the grinning High Lord.
"Forgive us, my lady, but we happen to know nothing about you."
The female turned to Rhys, a soft smile on her effortlessly beautiful face.
"There is nothing to forgive. My uncle likes to keep me private, although his attempts are becoming more and more futile. My name is Y/n," she said, once again shooting a look at Helion, who had now grown seemingly bashful.
Her attention returned to Azriel, and his skin felt an immeasurable warmth, as though he had been bathed in pure sunshine.
Their eyes remained locked throughout the rest of the introductions, until only he remained unknown.
"And your name, lord of shadows?"
Her voice was like music to his ears, his shadows twirling about in excitement at being acknowledged.
"Azriel, my lady. But I am no lord."
Y/n nodded, her lips turning upwards slightly, before turning to follow her uncle through the maze of halls.
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Three days later, Azriel once again found himself in Y/n's company.
He had been wandering through the palace before he stumbled upon one of the hundreds of libraries that called Day Court home. Now, Azriel busied himself with filtering through the shelves of leather-bound novels, looking for something to occupy his time.
"That is one of my favourites."
Azriel almost dropped the book he was holding. His shadows hadn't alerted him of another's presence, and he hadn't heard any footsteps echoing on the wooden floor.
He turned, coming face to face with the golden-eyed female who had been haunting his thoughts, thoughts that had previously been occupied by Elain Archeron.
Y/n raised an eyebrow, lips tilting to the side in an attempt not to laugh at the situation.
"Did I scare you, Shadowsinger?"
Azriel found himself at a loss for words as he gazed upon her. She wore a black jumpsuit, a common colour between the Day and Night Courts, accompanied by golden jewellery that was the same shade as her eyes.
Azriel cleared his throat, a light blush forming on his cheeks.
"I, uhm, didn't hear you coming, my lady."
She waved him off. "Please, call me Y/n. I hate formalities."
Azriel nodded, his hands still grasping the book tightly.
Y/n glanced down at the book, and then looked back into his eyes.
"Can you still feel the heat of the flames?"
Azriel's mouth fell open in shock.
"I apologize if that was too forward. It's just that your hands appeared to have been burned..." she said, her face warming slightly.
"Yes," Azriel breathed. "Sometimes, it feels like I'm reliving that night..."
Azriel watched as she attempted to take a step towards him before hesitating. Azriel willed the flinch he felt to not appear physically through his body.
A moment later, Y/n stepped forward, her hands outstretched.
"May I?"
It was Azriel's turn to hesitate. His hands were his biggest insecurity, his greatest disappointment. They were a horror to gaze upon, a horror to feel, and a horror to remember. So many awful things had occurred to his hands, and his hands in turn had done so many awful things.
"Azriel?"
He snapped out of the daze, gazing into those pools of molten gold. Swallowing hard, Azriel shakily placed his hands into Y/n's awaiting palms.
Moments passed with the pair standing with intertwined hands, gazes locked on one another. But then Y/n's hand began to glow with a soft, golden light.
Azriel's expression morphed to one of shock as he watched the scene unfold, as he felt a cooling sensation flow through the scarred flesh.
"I could heal them if you want, but I think the scars provide proof of great strength and resilience," she said as soft as the first winter's snow.
Azriel returned his attention to Y/n's face. It was then that he felt it. That magnificent warmth and pull of fate. A mating bond that glowed gold, like the female before him. The female at the other end of the bond.
Azriel dropped to his knees as tears of joy clouded his eyes.
"Mate..." he said with disbelief. Disbelief at the blessing the Mother had presented him with after so much torment.
He watched as Y/n kneeled before him, taking his face gently in her hands, her thumbs brushing the stray tears away.
"Yes," she said, smile as bright as the sun. "If you'll have me."
The mating bond thrummed with a multitude of colours, resembling the whirlwind of emotions felt between its two participants.
Azriel had been alone in the dark for so long But now, there was someone to guide him back into the light.
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HI lovelies! When I tell you I've had this ingrained in my head for weeks, and I've been dying to write it out! I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting so long, but I promise to do my best to get content out. Gossamer will be released sometime tomorrow, so you'll have two new reads for the weekend! I hope you're all doing well... until next time ;)
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Spectrum's Doll (VSAU Story)
Based off/Inspiration from the amazing @rhapsoddity and their Vigilante Sheriff AU as well as their Head Empty Sheriff AU! Their art and story is just *chef's kiss* Definitely check them and their stuff out, it's amazing and lovely and I just can't get over it.
Also, implied hermit/empireshipping in this story. Nothing too drastic, just characters mentioning how they were exes or how they like each other, but still, it's there.
Also, also, TRIGGER WARNING: Hypnosis/Mind Control. That's kinda the whole point of this story. Cool? Cool.
When Stratos asked Sheriff for help in finding Sausage, he didn't think he would have to make a trade, intentionally or not.
Sheriff tied the llama hybrid up, the man struggling the whole time.
"Are your informants really reliable? It just seems like no one is here." Stratos asked, "Well, besides Spectrum's minions."
"Yes, I'm sure my information is correct, my informants wouldn't give me false info or lie." Sheriff said. They may be pigeons, but they see everything. He thought. He put the llama hybrid against the wall, who continued to struggle.
"You won't get away with this." The man hissed.
"Hey, that's my line!" Sheriff teased, taking out a deputy's badge sticker and sticking it on his head, "Boop!"
Stratos rolled his eyes before he and Sheriff moved to the next room of the warehouse. It was dark, making the two already on edge. Suddenly, a single light flipped on, revealing Sausage.
"Sausage!" Stratos ran over.
"Wait, Stratos, be careful, I don't like this! It could be a trick!" Sheriff exclaimed, taking out another lasso.
"Oh, don't be uptight, it's Sausage, he wouldn't hurt-" Stratos stopped in his tracks as the brunette lifted his hand, a large vine nearly stabbing him but only brushing past his cheek, "-me..."
"What the-?!" Sheriff watched as Sausage began to fight Stratos, the hero dodging and yelling at the other to stop. He took out his grabbling hook, spinning it in his hand, "That's Sanctuary's power! How could Spectrum use it? Unless Sausage is- oh god, that would make sense, but then why-"
"Too many questions~" Someone whispered in his ear, hugging his arm and wrapping their arm around his shoulder, "Don't worry that pretty little head of yours~ Just sink deeper and listen to me~"
Sheriff blinked as the colors in the room began to blur. He groaned and pulled away from the person quickly. His vision was slightly clouded by a mix of colors, but he fought against it, seeing the colorful villain. He had teal hair with heterochromia eyes, one teal and one orange. He wore a simple black bodysuit with a chest window, black jeans, and a colorful jacket, his black mask covering his face.
"Woah man, take me to dinner first!" Sheriff laughed, trying to ground himself.
"Gladly!" The villain, Spectrum, smiled, "But I don't think this location is very fitting!"
The colors moved and Sheriff saw tables and chairs appear around them. He groaned, holding his head and focusing on Spectrum. If he did that, he could see the warehouse, he could hear Stratos's yelling and Sausage using his power. He needed to focus.
"I-I'm flattered, but one shouldn't mix work with play-!" He groaned.
Spectrum stepped forward, "Awwww, come on handsome, a little break wouldn't-" He gasped, stepping back to dodge one of Sheriff's punches, the dirty blonde dropping his lasso and grappling hook, "Oh, so you like it rough, huh?"
"Gotta keep you on your toes, don't I?" Sheriff chuckled, trying to punch him again.
Spectrum dodged. Sheriff couldn't tell if he was moving slower or if Spectrum was just that fast, but he kept trying to hit him. He focused on fighting Spectrum, the villain seeming to get more bored by the minute.
"You know, I'm surprised and impressed you managed to endure this for so long!" Spectrum cooed, stepping out of the way.
Sheriff panted, smirking, kind of proud of himself, "Yeah, well, I know villains like you prefer a show and I don't mind an audience!"
Spectrum again dodged, managing to get behind Sheriff, "That's cute, but we should really wrap this up." He kicked the dirty blonde in the back, Sheriff stumbling and falling to his knees, "I don't do this for everyone, but you're quite a special case!"
Spectrum moved in front of Sheriff, cupping his cheeks, "Now, do me a favor and scream."
Sheriff gasped as he was blinded by colors, a voice in his head telling him to give in, to let go, to relax, to let Spectrum in. He tried to resist it, he tried to think of things to ground himself. Norman, Flick, he two cats. Grian, his awesome brother when he's not being annoying. Sausage, Sausage still needs help! And Stratos needs him and-
"Stop thinking. You don't need to. Let me do all the work." Spectrum's voice rang in his head.
Tears formed in Sheriff's eyes as they fluttered. He tried to fight back, but the voices telling him to give in overtook him. He closed his eyes as tears ran down his cheeks.
Spectrum groaned, holding his head as he looked down at the dirty blonde, Damn, why did I have to use so much power on him?! He thought. He stared down at the other and smiled, cooing as he wiped the tears away. Sheriff's blue eyes were glowing purple, a blank look on his face.
"Nothing but a cute little doll." He giggled before looking at Sausage and Stratos.
Spectrum smirked, picking Sheriff up bridal style before slipping out of the room. He blinked and laughed, seeing the llama hybrid still struggling in the ropes.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up! Your arm candy is stronger than he looks!" The brunette hissed.
"Oh, I know, trust me, Owen." Scott walked over, using a knife to cut him loose, "Come on, I got what I want. The hypnosis on Sausage will wear off the farther I get away."
Owen looked at Sheriff in his arms, "Oh my god, you must've used a lot of power. There are no thoughts behind those eyes!"
"That's the point!" Spectrum chuckled, "He was really good at resisting, even tried to put up a fight. But when I finally got him to stop thinking, he finally was mine!"
The two continued chatting, slipping into the night, disappearing with Sheriff.
***
"Home sweet home, my doll!" Spectrum giggled as he placed the dirty blonde on his bed, Owen rolling his eyes.
"I'm stealing your bathroom for an hour." He grabbed his civilian clothes, walking to the door.
"That's fine! I'll be here!" Spectrum giggled as the brunette closed the door. He smiled, removing his mask and jacket, placing them on a chair.
"Yo, Scott, I heard Owen." His bedroom door open as his sibling came in, "How did- oh, you got him."
"Xornoth, this is Sheriff!" Scott exclaimed, making Sheriff turn to face his sibling, "Sheriff, say hi!"
Sheriff lifted his hand and waved a bit.
Xornoth rolled their eyes, "Whatever. Just keep an eye on him."
"I will! He's going to just be either arm candy or a doll!"
"Yeah, I get that, but you also let your toys wander, sometimes. Just keep him away from my stuff."
"I will, geeeeez!"
"You okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, I-"
"Scott." Xornoth looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "Are you okay? Injured? Broken?"
Scott chuckled, "I'm fine, Xornoth. Head hurts a bit from using too much of my power, but I'm fine."
"Kay. Just making sure." Xornoth waved, "Alright, I'm going back to terrorizing 10 year olds."
"Have fun!" Scott called as they shut the door and left.
Scott then changed into some pajamas before facing Sheriff, who was still staring at where Xornoth once was. He chuckled, tilting his head to face him. He removed the dirty blonde's hat, vest, and scarf, placing them on a chair before opening his closet.
"What to put you in...?" He hummed, "Hmmm... I mean, I could leave you in boxers, what do you think?" He chuckled, laughing at his own joke.
"Mmmn-"
Scott turned and saw Sheriff's face was twisted.
"H-H-Huuuh-"
"Shhhhhhh~" Scott cooed, quickly closing the distance between them, holding the other's cheeks, "No thinking for you~ Just sit there looking pretty~"
Sheriff slipped easily, his face relaxing as he once again fell under Scott's control. Damn, even now, he's still trying to fight. I have to watch what I say and order of him if me asking what he thinks can bring him back. Scott turned back to the closet, deciding a clean white shirt was all Sheriff needed.
He unbuttoned the dirty blonde's shirt and widened his eyes. Winged... surgery scars...? He looked at Sheriff's back, eyes getting bigger, Small canary wings...?! Scott was in shock before he gently removed Sheriff's mask.
"Holy- Is that-?!" Scott cupped the dirty blonde's cheeks before smiling brightly, "Oh, my god! Jimmy Solidarity Gaming is Sheriff, aye?! That's so cool! No wonder I like you so much!" He then put the new white shirt on the dirty blonde, unbuttoning and removing his jeans, "We sure live in a small world, huh? That's crazy! I can't believe you became a vigilante! And a confident flirter too! I guess that's my doing, you're welcome everyone! I mean, I am sorry I have to take this handsome hunk off the streets, but he's miiiiiiine~!" Scott giggled.
Owen walked out, sighing, "Alright, I'm done.
"Thank you so much for your hard work, Own! You're dismissed, minion!" Scott teased, playfully clapping his hands together, "That will be all!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going!" Owen laughed, waving as he left, "See ya tomorrow!"
"See ya!" Scott chuckled.
He smiled, looking at Solidarity's face, still blank. He gently laid the other down laying beside him.
"Cuddle me."
The dirty blonde did.
Scott smiled, "So handsome, doll. And all mine. Go ahead and sleep."
Solidarity's eyes fluttered closed and Scott smiled. He turned off the lights and fell asleep himself.
***
Stratos paced, biting his bottom lip, occasionally biting his nail anxiously, his whole body stiff.
"Stratos, please calm down..." Sanctuary tried.
"I-I just can't, I'm sorry!" Stratos groaned, "I-I mean, Sheriff helped me find you and now Spectrum has him! He's been missing for three weeks and-"
"Excuse me!" The two turned as two heroes came towards them, the avian placing down the brunette, "Stratos, Sanctuary, pleasure to see ya!"
"Hey, Hotguy, Cuteguy." Stratos smiled.
Sanctuary waved a bit, "Thanks again for the help, Hotguy!"
"Of course. Actually, speaking of help, um... Cuteguy?"
The dirty blonde seemed hesitant, nervous even, anxious? "...Um, well... I was wondering, do you guys happen to know someone in your civilian forms? His name is Jimmy or he sometimes goes by Solidarity?"
"Yeah, we do! Why?"
"He's missing."
"WHAT?!" The two yelled.
"Wait, wait, wait, how do you know this?!"
"Well, Solidarity is m-"
"What he means to say-" Hotguy interrupted, "-is that Cuteguy and Solidarity are really close in civilian form!"
"Uh, yeah, right!" Cuteguy exclaimed, "Anyways, I went to check on him two weeks ago cause he wasn't answering me and we had plans, but he wasn't there. I tried calling, texting, calling his and my friends, no one knew. I looked everywhere and his cats..." He sighed, "His cats kept meowing and whining at me. I fed and gave them water and they acted like they hadn't been fed in days. Which is just not Solidarity! He would never just disappear on me! And he loves those cats more than anything, he would put them over everything else in an instant! There's no way he would just abandon them!"
Sanctuary nodded, standing up, "Listen, we'll help you find Solidarity, but can you guys help us find Sheriff?"
"Sheriff? The vigilante?" Hotguy asked, "Isn't he, like, your archenemy, Stratos?"
Stratos looked away, "I owe him. He awas the one who helped me find Sanctuary, but... Spectrum took him while I got Sanctuary back. He's been missing for three weeks."
Cuteguy flapped his wings, beginning to fly, "Okay, so Solidarity and Sheriff, right? I'll do a sweep of the city again, just to make sure neither of them are hiding in plain sight and we just overlooked them."
"I'll come with." Stratos flew to stand (float?) beside him.
"Hotguy and I will ask if anyone has seen them and for details. We'll meet up in a couple hours."
The four split up and began searching.
As the sun began to set and the moon rose, the sky darkened. Stars shined in the night sky as the four met up once more, sharing what little information they had. No one has seen either of the men, and no one had any idea where they could possible be.
"Uggggh!" Cuteguy groaned, "Dammit!"
"Woah, calm down Cute-"
"Don't tell me to calm down, Hotguy!" The dirty blonde hissed, "Ti- Jimmy is missing and no one has seen him, he just poofed out of existence and I can't do anything about it."
"Actually, I know where he is."
The four turned and immediately became on edge.
"Hephaestus!" Stratos glared, "What're you doing here?!"
"Not here to fight!" The redhead exclaimed, "Temporary truce?"
"Yeah right-"
"I know where Sheriff and possible Solidarity is being held."
The four widened their eyes and looked at each other, before back at the redhead.
"And why should we trust you?!" Sanctuary exclaimed.
"Spectrum kidnapped you as part of his big plan, knowing Stratos would come for you. And Sheriff being Sheriff helped Stratos saved you, but Spectrum now has him. Right?"
"How do you know all this-"
"Doesn't matter, he took Sheriff and he also has Solidarity, but I don't exactly know where he's keeping him since I've only seen Spectrum lugging Sheriff around."
"If you know this, why ask us to help you?" Hotguy questioned.
Hephaestus looked away, "Well... truth is, me and Sheriff have some... history. We know each other in our civilian forms but our relationship is... complicated." He looked at them again, "But that doesn't matter. Spectrum has him deep under hypnosis and I won't be able to bring him back alone. Even if I could, I doubt he'd listen to me. I need your help to bring him back. And I can help you find Solidarity."
Cuteguy bit his bottom lip. He summoned an axe and pointed it at the other, "If you're lying, I will actually kill you."
"Noted. Now, come on, this way."
Hephaestus led the way, the four heroes following him, albeit from a bit of a distance. They arrived at a warehouse, the five standing on the roof and looking through the roof windows. The lights showed Spectrum, his orange clad sidekick, and a dirty blonde sitting on a box.
"Who-"
Hephaestus broke the window with his giant robot hands and fell through, glaring, "Spectrum, give Sheriff back."
"Hephaestus..." Spectrum glared, "I should have know you would find me eventually, you've always been obsessed with Sheriff."
"I'M OBSESSED?!" The redhead growled, pointing at the other, his giant robot hand doing the same, "You made a whole plan to kidnap a hero, just in case Sheriff would show up as support, and then kidnapped him instead so you can have some fake boyfriend!"
"Oh, he's not fake, he's my real boytoy!" He then looked at Sheriff, smirking, "Right, dollface?"
Sheriff merely nodded, blank face.
"Son of a-"
"Wait, wait, wait!" Stratos yelled as the heroes stoof beside Hephaestus, "That's Sheriff?!"
The dirty blonde's hair was brushed back, a little diamond clip holding back his bangs. He wore a simple sleeveless black bodysuit with black arm bands, black jeans, purple boots, and a purple belt.
Hotguy drew his bow, Cuteguy summoning a weapin beside him, "You and your sidekick surrender now, Spectrum. It's five against two, you're outnumbered."
"You're right, we are outnumbered, but you're mistaken. It's five against three." Spectrum smirked, "Handsome, take care of Hephaestus and Stratos for me."
Sheriff stood and unlatched a black lasso from his belt, spinning it.
"Sheriff, listen to me, you don't-"
The dirty blonde interrupted Sanctuary by wrapping the lasso around Stratos and throwing him into Hephaestus.
"Sheriff, stop-!" Cuteguy called before he noticed the colors start to move. He groaned, closing his eyes as he flew up, "Hotguy, be careful!"
Hotguy seemed unaffected by the colors, smirking, letting his vex wings out, "Sorry, colorful man, doesn't affect me."
"That's fine, I got three of you distracted." Spectrum smirked, "Orange, take care of Sanctuary."
"You got it!" The llama hybrid snickered.
Spectrum took out a knife, Hotguy trying to shoot at him, trying to disorientate him. Spectrum easily dodged it and got close, trying to slash at the other. Cuteguy kicked Spectrum back, the colorful villain looking at the avian and trying to manipulate him. Cuteguy groaned and held his head, closing his eyes once more. It was a dance of Hotguy and Spectrum fighting with one another, Cuteguy trying to step in only to close his eyes to not get effected by the hypnosis. Orange and Sanctuary got in a heated fist fight, Orange also using a knife to cut the vines Sanctuary summoned.
Meanwhile, Sheriff was using his own weapons, trying to stop Stratos and Hephaestus, mainly trying to lasso one of them and then throwing them into the other. Hephaestus stayed back, knowing how dangerous his weapons could be and mainly acting as support as Stratos tried to grab Sheriff or dodged the dirty blonde's attacks. Stratos flew forward and pinned him down on the ground, the brunette staring into Sheriff's eyes.
"Sheriff, come on! Don't let Spectrum take over you! You're stronger than this! Come on, get out of your head!" Stratos yelled at him.
Sheriff blinked, the glow in his eyes flicking.
"Sheriff?!" Hephaestus called, kneeling beside Stratos, "Come on, Sheriff! You're an idiot, but you're not weak! Come on!"
Sheriff groaned, eyes twitching as the glowing dimmed more, "N-Nnnngh-!"
Spectrum looked over and growled. He kicked Hotguy in the stomach, the hero groaning. He then threw him towards Cuteguy, both yelping as Spectrum ran over to the other two. He manipulated the colors, Stratos and Hephaestus groaning. Spectrum pulled Sheriff away from the two, the dirty blonde groaning.
"Nnngh, w-wha-"
"Shhhhhh~" Spectrum cooed, "Shhhh, shhhh, no thinking for you, dollface~ Calm down, slip deep again~"
Sheriff panted as he tried to fight a bit, but he easily gave in, face blank once more as he once again turned numb.
"You-!" Hephaestus growled, his eyes narrowing.
"He wants to stay with me, Hephaestus. Right, Sheriff?" Spectrum stood up, holding Sheriff's hand and standing him up.
Sheriff nodded.
"See? He wants me, not you."
"That's it!" Hephaestus held one of his arms up, pressing a couple buttons, "Stratos, cover your ears."
"Huh-"
Hephaestus pressed a button and, suddenly, a loud alarm began to blare. Everyone but Hephaestus and Sheriff covered their ears. Sanctuary, however, lifted some vines up and threw Orange against the wall. Spectrum yelled, glaring at the hero. He glared and looked at Sheriff. He pulled the dirty blonde towards him whispering in his ear. Sheriff's eyes glowed a bright purple as he fell to his knees, Spectrum running towards the brunette.
Hotguy groaned and drew his bow, ready to pin Spectrum to the wall. However, before he could let go, Sheriff used his lasso to take his bow.
Hephaestus stopped the blaring, "Sheriff-"
Spectrum helped his friend up, smirking, "Good boy, Sheriff! I'll be back for you later! Do whatever you need to do, kill them if you need to."
Sheriff stood up, protecting Spectrum and Orange. He panted, eyes glowing a bright purple, twitching as he gripped his lasso tightly.
"Sorry Sheriff, not dealing with this!" Sanctuary wrapped a vine around his leg and threw him against a wall.
The man cried out in pain, eyes closing as he fell unconscious. Stratos flew over and picked the dirty blonde up.
"Great, we got Sheriff-" Cuteguy looked at Hephaestus, "-now where's T- Jimmy?"
Hephaestus went to say something but they heard police sirens. He cursed, "Fuck, I'll go after Spectrum and Orange and get him, but I gotta go!"
"WHAT?!" Cuteguy's wings flared up as the other climbed out the roof windows, "YOU'RE LEAVING?!"
"Listen, we may have a temporary truce, but police and villains don't mix. I'll get Solidarity, you help Sheriff!" He then left.
"YOU LITTLE-" Cuteguy went to fly after him.
"Cuteguy!" Hotguy grabbed him, "He's right! He helped us find Sheriff, but the police won't care. Besides, all four of us will get in trouble if it's found out we were working with a villain."
Cuteguy's wings slowed down as he landed, "....Right. I'll stay back, explain what happened to the police, you all help Sheriff."
"I'll help you." Sanctuary stood beside Cuteguy.
Stratos picked Hotguy up, "Alright, we're heading to headquarters. See ya both later."
Stratos flew to headquarters, the two going inside and heading to the medbay. They laid Sheriff down on the bed, a staff member healing his back. Hotguy knelt beside him, holding his head in his hands. His eyes began to glow a light blue, his vex wings extending as he tried to use his magic to break Sheriff out of it. He groaned, focusing as much as he could. Suddenly, he pulled back, groaning as he held his hands.
"Hotguy?"
"I-I can't break him out of it, it's not that easy. Every time I try, I just feel Spectrum's power trying to overtake mine."
Suddenly, Sheriff's eyes shot open. He screamed and went to punch Hotguy, Stratos catching him and pinning him down. Sheriff struggled, glaring, kicking and screaming.
"C-Calm down, calm down! F-Fuck, what is going on?!"
Hotguy widened his eyes, "Spectrum's last order was to kill us..."
Stratos widened his eyes, cursing, "Sorry Sheriff." He headbutted the other, Sheriff falling unconscious again.
Hotguy picked Sheriff up, "This is going to take a lot more focus, I need to go to another room."
"What?! But, Hotguy, what if-"
"I'll be fine, I just need peace and quiet and no distractions." Hotguy reassured, going into a different room he knew had no cameras.
He locked the door behind him before he laid Sheriff on the couch, kneeling beside him. He took a deep breath, taking off his glasses. He held the other's face, closing his eyes. Light blueish-grey marks appeared around his hands and eyes, his vex wings extending slightly. His eyes glowed a bright blue as he completely focused on the dirty blonde's mind. I should be able to reach in, weave some memories together and bring him back up. Hotguy thought.
He was inside Sheriff's mind, tugging and pulling memories of the vigilante messing with Stratos, the vigilante saving the day and catching the bad guys, the vigilante... talking to some pigeons? Oh, and there he was, helping Stratos find Sausage and then there he was, talking with Spectrum and fighting his control. Finding those seemed to break Spectrum's hold a bit, as he heard the dirty blonde groan. He ignored it, focusing more. He reached deeper into Sheriff's mind, pulling more memories up, these ones more specific.
Sheriff seeing a little girl crying. The girl was lost, she couldn't find her mom or dad. So, Sheriff picked her up, calmed her down, even bought her some ice cream, before helping her retrace her steps. The girl's mom and dad were extremely grateful, thanking the man profusely. He just smiled and reassured them it was no trouble.
Sheriff almost getting caught by Stratos after helping catch a bank robber. The brunette had grabbed Sheriff's wrist, attempting to get the dirty blonde to put them behind his back. Sheriff merely spun them around, telling Stratos he loved to dance and to just ask next time. That flustered the hero and he let go, allowing Sheriff to run and playfully wink.
Sheriff arriving home. In a... familiar home. Sheriff taking off his mask, hat, and scarf, setting them down on a familiar table... Sheriff walking down a familiar hallways, two familiar cats running over and greeting him. He picked the cats up, went into a familiar bedroom, and took out his phone. He sat on the familiar bed, turned on the camera, made it face him and-
JIMMY?! Hotguy gasped as he stared at the memory playing out, O-Oh my god, no wonder Sheriff and Solidarity went missing around the same time, they're the same person! Wait, fuck, Hephaestus says he knows who Sheriff is, meaning he knows that- Oh god, no wonder he ran! He wasn't going to reveal who Sheriff was! Oh god, what am I suppose to tell Cuteguy?! 'Hey, your missing brother? Turns out, he's a vigilante! In fact, he's Sheriff! So we found both, hurray!' Oh god, if Grian ever found out, he would kill Jim for doing something so dangerous! Hotguy groaned, shaking his head, Focus. Focus, it's okay. Just... focus.
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Sheriff's eyes fluttered open, his head pounding, body aching. He groaned, looking around the room. He saw he was in some sort of office and-
Dollface~
He gasped, sitting up straight, looking around.
"Hey, you're-"
Sheriff stood and out his fists up, glaring.
"H-HEY! I come in peace!"
"Wh-What the?! Hotguy?! Where am I?! Where's Sp-" Sheriff stopped himself and shook his head, "Where's the villain?!"
Hotguy smiled kindly, sitting down and patting the seat beside him, "He's not here. It's just you and me. Sit."
"...Am I being arrested?"
"No, not at all. Just sit."
Sheriff hesitated, but did so.
"Listen, so..." Hotguy sighed, "Spectrum's grip on you was really, really, really strong."
"Yeah, I know." Sheriff hugged himself a bit, "I... I would try to fight it, but he would just... I don't know. I don't remember anything. I just remember his voice..."
Hotguy nodded, "Yeah, I know, I could tell. See, because Spectrum's grip on you was so tight, it wasn't as simple as me just challenging the power. I tried that, but his last order was to kill us, so when it didn't work, you woke up and tried to kill us."
"'Us?'"
"Cuteguy, Stratos, Sanctuary, Hephaestus, and I all found you, but Stratos and I took you back here." He explained, "Anyways, when I realized that didn't work, I had to go deeper into your head, root around, and pull you out. And, upon doing that, I... I saw your memories. Memories of you... without the mask."
Sheriff widened his eyes and stood up, stepping back, "Y-You-?!"
"Listen, it was the only other thing I could do and I don't feel good knowing, especially under these circumstances!" Hotguy stood up as well, "I don't want to expose your identity to more people, Solidarity, it's why I took you to a private room."
"Wait, you know me?" Sheriff asked, "Like, by name?"
"Yeah, um, soooooooo-" Hotguy removed his glasses, "I may or may not live with your brother...?"
The dirty blonde widened his eyes, "...HOLY SHIT!" He sat back down with the hero, "Scar? How could I not tell?!"
"Well, to be fair, we have tech in our masks and glasses that the hero industry made. It helps conceal our identities more. So, when I put my glasses on-" He put them back on, "-the tech makes it so your brain can't accurately pinpoint features. It confuses your brain, therein making it hard for people to recognize us!"
"Yeah, that makes sense, you look completely different with those on. Weird." He leaned back into the couch before widening his eyes, "Oh my god, how long was I gone?"
"Three weeks."
"OH MY GOD-" He quickly quieted down, looking at the brunette, "Please tell me Norman and Flick are okay?!"
"Grian and I took them in when looking for you." Scar reassured, "Cuteguy and I went looking for you, er, you as in Jimmy, and Stratos and Sanctuary were looking for Sheriff."
"Oh thank goodness." The dirty blonde sighed in relief before he seemed to realize something else, "Oh god, Grian and Pearl..."
"Yeeeeeeeah, they're freaking out... Don't worry, I didn't tell them!"
"Great! Now I gotta make up how I escaped Spectrum and make it look believable..." He sighed, "So, Cuteguy and Hotguy found Sheriff, but Grian and Scar are still looking for Solidarity, right?"
"Yeah. Listen, I could sneak you out and-"
"Nah, I got this. At least Pearl is safe from all this!"
Scar smiled awkwardly, "Hehe, yeah..."
***
The colorful villain growled, tapping his foot angrily.
"Sorry man, I was care-"
"Don't apologize, Owen, Sanctuary was playing dirty."
"Thanks for saving me, Scott. Even if it meant loosing your doll."
"You're my best friend, Owen. I can capture Sheriff again. I can't replace you."
The brunette smiled up at the other, "Softie."
"Alright, next time I'll leave you." The other teased.
Owen laughed, humming, "...You know his secret identity, right? Are you going to use that to your advantage?"
Spectrum chuckled darkly, "Oh Owen..." He smirked, eyes glowing as he manipulated the colors in front of them, "Scott is going to reconnect with an old friend and see how he's doing. Whatever happens after, I can't say."
Owen just laughed.
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I’m making it canon that Soap was actually raised in a big fucking family and I mean big, from my understanding there’s a good size Catholic community in Scotland, also was raised by two parents who are absolutely in love with each other and thus enters you. Soap makes it his damn mission to not only knock you up if you are a person with a uterus but he’s got the biggest breeding kink I’ve ever seen and just the thought of this fucking beefy man, absolutely destroying you just to create, what’s in his head, a perfect little family ughhhhh makes me sweat and cry and puke and drool!
I agree with the first part 💯! And I'm going to do a bit of a self plug here.
My fic First Flight of the Scottish Hawk breaks down the dynamics of the MacTavish household.
He has two sisters, three brothers, and two parents who absolutely adore him.
I won't lie, I could gush so much about this. I have a special place in my heart for this fic. But I don't want to bore anyone with that.
From here we move onto the baby making factory that is John 'Soap' MacTavish.
Just a bit of NSFW under the cut...
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Once you and Johnny decide it's time to add to your own family, you'll be hard pressed to have a moment of peace to yourself.
Man's on you like clockwork. The menace even has an app that follows your cycle. Knows exactly when you're most fertile and will bury himself so many times into your aching cunt that you'll be nothing by a babbling mess by the end.
He desires nothing more than to see you heavy with his child. Watching as your overly plump belly moves with the next generation of his family name. And he'll put as many mini MacTavish's in you as you so let him.
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Now, I'm going to go onto the side of the spectrum because I am of this ideal. And I know I'm not the only one who stands here.
Johnny is a man who has nothing but respect for his lover. He may have a breeding kink like no other, but if the one he loves does not desire to have children, then he's still game.
Adoption is always an option. And it doesn't always have to be children.
You want to raise a family of Scottish deranged huskies. He's in.
Maybe become the resident cat household that welcomes all those felines who were cast away and forgotten by previous families? Soap's got two cat condos in his Amazon cart and ready to purchase an overpriced cat tree.
How about a farm with a family of goats, cows, a miniature horse, and a donkey? He's already signed the mortgage for a plot of land nestled in the country.
The point is that Johnny loves who he loves. Whether they want a family of mini MacTavish's or to run a sanctuary that puts the local zoo to shame.
Johnny boy will stick with you thick and thin. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
#thirsty soap thoughts#mactavish family household#baby making factory#have to include those who prefer the furbabies as well#soap squad™️#johnny soap mactavish#anon asks
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If you could rank your vigilante sheriff au characters strongest to weakest for heros and for villains how would they go? ( Maybe not all the characters because I know u have a lot but like the main ones)
I love this au so much, you don't often get to see an au with this much thought put into it.
off the top of my head uuuh
Heroes
Hotguy, Cuteguy, Stratos, Pyrolisk, Sanctuary
Villains
Styx, Worlock, Kraken, Spectrum, Hephaestus
see you'd think i put a lotta thought into this au but I genuinely tell you this is just faking it till I make it, I don't have a CLUE about half my worldbuilding dvsgfhvghsdf I look at au's like DDVAU and am in awe how they actually think about shit lol
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Chance: So, you may be wondering, “How on earth are you gonna show a death battle? Is that not too gruesome for TV?” And I say don’t you all worry your pretty little heads. This battle royal is simulated, meaning the contestants will not feel a thing. As it’s styled like The Hunger Games, the aim of the game is to be the last one to survive! The last contestant remaining will get the Victorious Ones trophy from yours truly!
We’ve sent everyone down into their districts. Before I give the signal for everyone to begin, let’s have a listen in to some contestants thoughts through our live video screen!
Chance: Oh ho! A bit of smack talk from one of the contestants! This will be exciting! I wonder if the other contestants are feeling as confident or whether their nerves are getting the best of them!
(The 200 follower event is a go! Each week, I will post what the simulator mentions on it and add some drawings about what’s happened. As I said, I’m not gonna make them gruesome or serious. It will be in a comedic tone with slapstick-styled “deaths”.
Now that you know the very first pairings, feel free to draw your character either talking smack to the other character in your district or perhaps some other form of dialogue. This is not mandatory in any way! This is solely for a bit of fun before I get to drawing the events that are taking place! If you do draw any art for this event, please tag me or use the #200followerhungergamessim tag.
I wonder who’s gonna kill Destino lol
Tagging those in this so you know who’s joined:
Deca and Conductor - @spikyegg
Rimi - @ask-the-shiny-pokemons
Marley, Viola and Chomps - @asktherandomfam
Capital - @askcapital
Armando and Blair - @asklivingwasteland
Nix - @ask-anxious-sylveon
Mothball - @mysteriousmothball
X - @mod-checker
Suicune - @ask-suicune
Prince - @askpsychicarcanine
Shadow - @pokege-ne-project
Acacia - @phantomguild
Ziska - @askforestoddities
Wimmy - @askanotslownotking
Romeo - @ask-guardian-gallade
Altan - @asksolgaleo
Snow - @ask-a-learning-ai
Amy - @deep-digged-pokemon-burrow
Ultraviolet and Sugar - @distortionmewtwo
Sabre - @askleaderscrest
Lucario - @ask-lu-two-and-mew
Ryan and Rudy - @nobetternamethanthat2
Esmeralda and Arthur - @the-shinentist
Magby - @breed-station
Gizmo - @ask-gizmo-and-vigil
Inari - @inaris-pokemon-world
Vekpa - @askvekpa
Chime - @askchimeknight
Lunar - @saguaropokevariants
Peri - @ask-team-spectrum
Hiro, Genji and Ginjiro - @symphonies-of-silver
Chippy - @mew-sanctuary
Lumi and Kyandoru - @minish-mews-and-twos
Mase - @masetheumbreon
Dravol - @asksavel
Spirit - @askadelcatty
Harumi - @life-of-kalos
I’ll look forward to drawing each and every one of your characters!)
#pokemon ask blog#pokemon#pokemon askblog#pokemon oc#ask blog#ask the royal absol#pokeask#ask#destino the absol#200followerhungergamessim#it’s here!#so I may have turned this into more of an event than I first anticipated lol#again don’t worry about drawing anything for this#only do it if you want to#200 follower event
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I have been trying to figure out what to say about this movie since I saw it on the Brooklyn Horror Film Festival jury, and I keep running up against the embarrassing conclusion that it has been impossible for me not to take it personally. This happens occasionally, where something hits you so strongly right in your DNA that you can't even tell whether it's as good as you think it is; mercifully the quality of RED ROOMS is not in doubt, but it reminded me of my delusionally personal associations with the original SNOW WHITE. The Disney feature was one of the first movies I ever saw, and it seemed to communicate to me very directly about my options for living as a human female of the brunette variety: On one end of the spectrum there is the sickly virgin with her morbid beauty and her kinship with nature, and on the other end, the cannibalizing bitch goddess with her devious mind full of arcane knowledge (ok so the Wicked Queen is not actually dark-haired, but I assert that that cowl counts (and I want one)). As a little girl I thought, yes, this is a pretty good deal for me, either one of these assignments will do.
Pascal Plante's RED ROOMS offers a similar dichotomy, and it has proven very hard for me to avoid seeing its main characters as an Aspirational Self, and a disappointing Actual Self. Maybe RED ROOMS has a Magic Mirror quality, in fact maybe all films do, though they don't all speak so clearly and bluntly to every viewer.
Juliette Gariépy plays Kelly-Anne, a fashion model who is fixated on the high profile trial of Ludovic Chevalier (Maxwell McCabe-Lokos) who is accused of serial murder and traffic in the snuff films of his young female victims. Seated in a row of goth groupies, the expressionless Kelly-Anne is identified with their fascination with the case, and yet we have no idea what really motivates her. Implicitly, few people would have any idea what it is like to be Kelly-Anne; as her internet handle LadyOfShalott suggests, she lives alone in a luxury highrise with the computer as her only connection to the outside world. She emerges for fashion shoots marked by her dark, edgy brand, and to attend the Chevalier trial. Otherwise, her only regular human contact is with online poker competitors who are no match for her savant-like math expertise and apparent lack of feeling. She presents as a bit of a sociopath, which becomes worrisome as she uses her technological skills to stalk the bereaved mother of the only victim whose recorded murder has not yet surface. However, Kelly-Anne is ultimately unknowable, and not much like the other fangirls and -boys who appear day after day at the hearings. We find evidence of this in the arrival of Clementine (Laurie Babin).
In opposition to Kelly-Anne, Clementine is needy, ingratiating, and naively intrusive. The tiny girl is fueled by her fanatical belief that Chevalier is innocent, a conviction she assumes Kelly-Anne must share. In a moment of rare empathy, the model invites the urchin into her sanctuary and, after flirting with the notion of human friendship, she eventually reveals enough to totally shatter the young woman's illusions. Clementine is the perfect foil, providing us with a tool for interrogating Kelly-Anne's identity and motivation--and for me, she also provided a painful reminder of the difference between myself and what I claim to value. Kelly-Anne is like every William Gibson heroine I have ever attached myself to: beautiful and alien, yet more intelligent than beautiful, dangerously brilliant and purpose-driven, emotionally incompatible with normal people, voluntarily exiled to the fringes of society despite her social currency and financial power. It's hard to imagine what she does and does not feel, but perhaps her life is not so easy. Clementine doesn't see it, of course, finding Kelly-Anne's robotic perfection very amusing. Clementine is her opposite: pretty only in a childlike way, hopelessly unself-conscious, counterbalancing her ignorance with self-righteous fanaticism. I saw myself there, and while Clementine is appealing and sympathetic despite (or even because of) her foibles, it wasn't a great feeling. She is obsessed rather than focused, embroiled in adult matters she can't quite grasp, and incapable of understanding or engineering other people's perceptions of her. She and Kelly-Anne make a lovely odd couple, but true connection is not quite possible, and Clementine only ends up feeling embarrassed, and like she has something to apologize for.
Whatever filmmaker Pascal Plante's grander statements might be, about the cybernetic nature of modern life and the merchandising of other people's lives and deaths, laced through as they are with a peculiar Arthurian motif, I've had a hard time fully engaging with them only because of my own passionate investment in his characters and their perverse interpersonal dynamics. Maybe by October I will have matured enough to articulate a more robust argument about this in-any-case extremely great movie. In the meantime, I am haunted by the enviable unknowability of Kelly-Anne, and the tragic transparency of Clementine. For now I will just say that I love it when a male filmmaker seems to live out a fantasy through a female character. One of the reasons that I don't totally dis Rob Zombie is that I enjoy the way that he encourages personal identification with tough female protagonists represented by his wife Sheri Moon, genre heroines like Meg Foster and Karen Black, and in my personal favorite instance, young Taylor Scout Compton:
When I saw this grim, black-eyed portrait of Pascal Plante, with its stark resemblance to Kelly-Anne, I thought yes, this guy gets it, he wants to live through her just like the rest of us, even if her version of humanity is not ours.
PS Please enjoy Lord Alfred Tennyson's description of average Tumblr user the Lady of Shalott, depicted visually by John William Waterhouse:
#the red rooms#les chambres rouges#pascal plante#Juliette Gariépy#laurie babin#horror#thriller#drama#psychological thriller#techno thriller#lord alfred tennyson#john william waterhouse#the lady of shalott#internet scare movie
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Salisbury Autistic Care: Compassionate Support for Autism Community
Designing Autistic-friendly Homes: Key Features and Considerations
Our home is our happy place. It is a safe haven where you can relax after a long day and unwind in peace. But, as we know, everyone has their own definition of what a home looks and feels like. Some prefer it to have a modern, sleek design, while others would like a traditional look. Similarly, people on the autistic spectrum have their own preferences when it comes to housing ideas. Simply put a brick-mortar house with windows and ample light might not be their go-to choice.
Read More: Salisbury Autistic Care — Empowering Families: The Impact of Autism Care in Salisbury
Individuals on the autistic spectrum can feel overwhelmed by things like bright lights or loud noises. Therefore, designing homes for them requires careful thought and meticulous planning so that their unique needs and concerts are aptly met.
Read on to find out all the things you can keep in mind while designing a home for autistic individuals and how Salisbury Autistic Care is doing its part to make comfortable homes.
Lights, Colors & Sounds
Many people with autism are sensitive to their environment and may have a hard time processing information that they feel and see. This sensory overload can be really intense and overwhelming. That is why it is important to opt for soft, muted tones in colors and avoid harsh lighting or loud noises. It helps create a calm, soothing environment for them to relax and be at ease.
Additionally, incorporating tactile elements such as textured surfaces or soft furnishings can provide comfort and stimulation without overwhelming the senses.
Structured Spaces
Organization and structure help autistic individuals to focus better. Incorporating the same in the living spaces gives them a sense of predictability and routine. Therefore, having designated areas for different activities, such as sleeping, eating, and leisure, or for storing non-essential items, helps individuals with autism to process their environment more effectively.
Quiet Retreats are a Must!
Like everybody else, individuals on the autistic spectrum like their quiet, me time. This is especially true when they feel a sensory overload. A quiet corner or room helps them decompress and relax. Hence, these retreat spaces should be equipped with comfortable seating, dimmable lighting, and noise-canceling features to create a calming environment.
Salisbury Autistic Care: A Sanctuary of Support for People on the Autism Spectrum
Salisbury Autistic Care has been providing safe, quality, and effective housing solutions for individuals on the autistic spectrum. We make sure that our every project adheres to the unique demands and requirements of our clients. Right from inception to completion, our properties are carefully designed to incorporate sensory-friendly elements that complement and support the needs of individuals with autism.
At Salisbury Autistic Care, we are dedicated to providing more than just homes – we offer spaces where every tenant feels valued and respected. We are committed to fostering a sense of belonging and support within our communities. In the end, it is all about making a meaningful difference in the lives of those we serve.
#salisbury autistic care#Autism Spectrum#Quiet Retreats are a Must#Structured Spaces#Lights#Colors & Sounds#Considerations#Autistic-friendly Homes:#decompress#Salisbury#individuals#environment
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Hello and Welcome!
I've introduced myself here before, but I have quite a few new followers and feel like it's time for an updated masterpost and a better-organized layout for you to navigate.
If you'd like to skip to reading my stuff, here's a link to the Google Site with my published works or you can check out my Master Post here on Tumblr with links to all my published chapters.
This intro is split into 3 parts:
Who on Earth am I?
What the heck is this blog?
What in the world am I working on?
Who am I?
Hi, my name is Eliza (pseudonym), or Elizabeth if you're feeling fancy. I'm an American college student who has an unhealthy attachment to cats, caffeinated beverages, books, and my endless collection of every color of pen imaginable.
I'm an INFJ (4w5), am some type of neurodivergent, chronically ill, and on the Ace spectrum. My favorite subjects besides reading and writing are cultures/sociology, psychology, and history (my infatuation with these topics can bleed into my writing quite often.)
If you are interested, I also started a side blog for my random, non-writing chaos. I am terrible at posting there though…
About this Blog:
This page is dedicated to my random writer comments, my worldbuilding, character posts, and writing updates.
You're welcome to send comments, questions, concerns, or just random tags at any time. I may not get to them immediately, but they are all appreciated.
I'm currently experimenting with a more structured and purposeful post schedule, so bear with me on that while I find the best setup for myself.
I hope to connect with people here, as I have done so far. Social media isn't always my thing, but Tumblr has had me pleasantly surprised.
My Writing Work:
Please note that none of my work displays 18+ content, however, most contain mature themes such as death, grieving, sometimes descriptive violence, abuse, and mental health struggles at some level. All stories/chapters containing potential triggers are marked. If you notice that I missed something, please notify me. I try to balance the weight of these darker themes, so they are not always at the forefront of everything, but please be aware that they are present. Take care of yourselves.
My writing is split into two different categories. All of my work takes place in the same original universe and deal with my fictional, magical humanoid species of Hecathians from their home planet Ariya. I am progressively working on an Encyclopedia of sorts for this fictional world and the characters living in it.
My main project- The Legacy of the Fallen series
Expanded Works- "shorter" complementary series (plural)
Legacy of the Fallen
I'm currently working on Book One: The Cursed (Read Here or Here on Tumblr)
Most of my posts will be centered around this WIP, as the world developed from this story. Most of the characters you'll see posted about are also from here.
Currently: 76k words/????
Genres: Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Drama, and Mystery
Summary
After being driven from their home and countless lives lost among them, the Hecathian people are striving to rebuild what was lost. The Academy, a safe haven and reintroduction to their lost society, seeks other survivors. Annamarie has recently made a fated move with her father, being thrown into a world of discovery, danger, and more mysteries to be uncovered. As she learns more, she begins to question who she can really trust while everything she thought she knew fades into an illusion. Though it starts off following the daily lives of four seemingly average students at a random school, it's quickly revealed that there's more to them that even they may be unaware of. One of these four, Jacob, serves as a bridge to the reality that their true identities had been hidden from them after their parents and families went into hiding thirteen years ago after their people suffered a massacre that ended with millions dead and their world in the hands of their enemies. They are connected with a sanctuary that serves as cultural re-education and emersion for their people, which is ruled by Maishear, Jacob's father. Though this academy is supposed to be safe, it is plagued with political controversy, mysterious disappearances, and a traitor in their midst. The newcomers and Jacob's team are thrown together to face the challenges ahead and the shadows of the past that plague them.
To follow, I have until Book 4 in the planning stages (because I'm chaotic.) Here are the titles for Books 2 & 3:
Tempest
Violet Sky
Expanded Works
I keep getting new ideas for these, so I will update this as more come out/chapters are updated.
Theoretically, these are shorter series, though since I'm incapable of writing actually short stories, we'll see.
I currently have 2 series in the works:
Vixen
Currently: 8700 words/???? (Read Here or Here on Tumblr)
Genres: Fantasy, Drama, Action, Romance, Mystery
Summary
Tells the story of Roselle and members of their team two years before Legacy of the Fallen takes place. Roselle Jakoste is one of the few remaining members of the royal Verairacur family. Now, at fifteen, she finds herself falling for the son of the man that destroyed her family. Meanwhile, a mystery begins to reveal itself as political tension within the academy starts to grow.
Ruin
Currently: 3400 words/???? (Read Here or Here on Tumblr)
Trigger Warning: This whole story is very dark. Death, grief, and uncertainty are very prominent throughout. If this isn't for you or you're not in a good place, please skip this one.
Genres: Fantasy, Action, Dystopia, Tragedy
Summary
Follows various survivors of the Hecathian genocide who eventually find safety and companionship with each other. As their home planet is held under occupation, remaining Hecathians have to fight and hide to survive, while the life they knew crumbles around them.
Coming Soon: Awakened
Genres: Fantasy, Politics, Spy, Action, Drama, Eventual Romance
Currently on Hold- I will return to it though.
Summary
Etesha is a young woman who has grown up within the Yaldaeit political cult. Raised to believe in the extreme ideologies and measures of the group, she has been preparing for her role in their activities for years. She has finally been given a true assignment as an undercover agent within the observance system. In this new position, and seeing society outside of her sheltered community, she begins to question whether she still agrees with what the Yaldaeit does and whether she will carry out her mission or not.
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I hope you enjoy my work and that you love my characters and world as much as I do!
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30 Day Song(fic) Challenge: Day 6
The Song(fic) Challenge prompt for today was "A song that comforts you". As a person with a brain that is occasionally pretty bad, I have a whole host of songs I could have chosen, but I decided to go with the song that has single-handedly (single-notedly?) brought me out of a mental slump more times than I can count: "00:00 (Zero O'Clock)" by BTS.
Today's fic is also my first continuation within this challenge! Picking up a few years from where "a gentle wildness" left off, we encounter a Zelda who is struggling immensely with her workload and life as Queen of Hyrule, and the lover who is there to comfort her.
growing in the dark
Game: Twilight Princess, post-canon
Pairing: Zelink
Word Count: 1912
Keywords: angst, hurt/comfort, breakthrough, fluff
“Do you think it will be different?” Her voice was a raspy, choked croak. Hardly recognizable.
“Not at first.” It wasn’t the answer she wanted, but she accepted it with only a slight pang of pain. “It will take time for the changes you want to take place. But this day will be over. You won’t need to live this moment again.”
Read the fic on Ao3, or under the cut!
Night fell over Zelda’s office in a spectrum of indigo. Twilight melted into gloaming; gloaming subsided to moonrise. Her eyes stung from squinting at the papers, even when she sparked Din’s Fire at her right index finger to light the trio of candles at the head of her desk. There was a pounding in her head like hoofbeats towards the breach.
It was just such a mess. Her desk was only the visual representation of her affairs: papers scattered; ink splotched on important documents that she had to redo, else she risk derision; stacks of correspondence higher than two of her handspans. She had vowed that morning that she wouldn’t leave her desk until she got through all of the grant requests and legislation proposals at least, but here she was, the hand on her wall clock approaching midnight, and she had gotten through less than three-quarters of it. A trend, of late, no matter how she tried to fight it.
‘A whole three-quarters!’ Link might have said, had he been there to see it. Her partner always was a glass-half-full sort of person, and doubly so when encouraging her. She denied the allegations of being a pessimist—and wouldn’t I have reason to be, given how my life has gone so far?—but tonight…
No, it was just the late hour. She was just tired. This night didn’t mark a trend towards unhappiness in her manner any more than any other night did. She was sure of it.
She dipped her quill into the ink pot, only for her fatigue-trembling fingers to nearly knock the squat ceramic over. Swearing, she threw the quill to the floor in an attempt to avoid ink droplets raining down on the second copy she’d made that night of the granary permissions form. Raven splotches bloomed over the simple rug.
That’s it. Her work may not have finished, but she needed to be done. She needed to take a break for the night, to let sleep revitalize her aching head and shaking frame and sluggish mind. She stood abruptly, pushing back her chair and sending the desk rattling. At that, she swore again, but with rather more defeat in her tone than before.
Her office wasn’t far from her suite. It was a purposeful choice, when she’d first taken the weight of the crown. Her life was to be spent in service to the people, after all; she needed to be closest to the place where the majority of her work was truly carried out. (The distance from the throne room that this additionally provided was certainly not at all intentional, of course.) When fully awake and refreshed, she could stride down the three hallways in merely three minutes.
Tonight, she only reached the doorway to her sanctuary after five stumbling minutes, one hand bracing her against the cold stone wall.
“Your Majesty! Are you quite well?”
The night on duty was…Fledge, she thought, although the name came more slowly to her than she would have liked.
“I am, Sir Fledge. Merely tired.” She attempted a weak smile that even to her felt more like a grimace, and tacked on, “Thank you for your concern.”
“I hope your sleep is restful!” Under the half-mask of the knight’s helmet, she thought she saw him bite his lip. “And…it’s Pipit, Your Majesty.”
Oh, fires of Din, had she truly mistaken one of the guards she encountered every day?
Oblivious to her internal self-degradation, Sir Pipit had begun to panic. “I don’t mean to accuse you, Your Majesty! Only, you told me when I began my tenure as a personal guard that I should correct you were you to mistake me for someone else. I thought that might extend to now, but of course I may have been mista—“
“Sir Pipit, I appreciate the correction greatly, and I apologize for my blunder,” Zelda said wearily. “There is no need to fear my wrath. You have done nothing to earn it.” And there is no need for it to weigh more heavily on you than anyone else’s, regardless.
“Understood, Your Majesty.” He granted her a tentative wisp of a smile. “I bid you a good night, then.”
“A good night to you as well, Sir Pipit.”
Zelda turned the doorknob, barely noticing Pipit’s salute in her peripheral vision as she fumbled her way into her suite.
Her shoes came off at the door, on the woven-reed rug Link had received from Uli as a gift the last time they’d gone on holiday to Ordon. Link’s were there as well, although haphazardly, with one muddy brown boot sitting up straight and the other flopped on its side like a dying fish. Craving nothing more than her partner’s casual warmth, she crossed the sitting room into their bedroom as swiftly as she was able, without tripping over her own leaden feet.
Link was asleep, but she could tell immediately that it hadn’t been intentional. Besides the candle burning low on his bedside table, he lay over the bedclothes rather than beneath them, and had a book still held open against his chest. Tired eyes squinched in an irrepressible smile, Zelda gently lifted it from his loosely clenched hands, and placed it next to the candle—although not so close that any wayward wax would drip on it.
She could hear him begin to stir as she removed her day dress and pulled a clean chemise over her head, the fabric of her nightclothes and the sheets he rested upon rustling in tandem.
“You were up late,” his voice murmured from behind. Zelda stopped, but didn’t turn. “Did you finish everything you wanted to?”
Her shoulders collapsed, and her chin drooped down toward her cotton-covered chest. “...No. I failed to do so.”
“Zelda.”
The warm weight of his hand rested upon the flat of her shoulder blade, fingers curling lightly up and over. Her lip quivered, but she did not permit the moisture in her eyes to fall.
“You didn’t fail, my love. You got, mm, thousands of papers further in than you were before. Every bit counts.”
She burbled a laugh. “Hundreds, maybe. But…”
She turned to face him, burying her face in the soft, worn fabric of his sleep shirt. One blink dampened it beneath her cheeks.
“Every day lately has…” Her breath caught. “I was thinking earlier that tonight wasn’t an omen of unhappiness more than any other night. And I was right, but…in the opposite direction, I believe. I…” She took a shuddering breath. “I find myself desperately unhappy lately. I feel as though I am a horse leaping endless hurdles, without an end to the road in sight. My heart crumples under the strain of this endless pushing.”
Wordlessly, Link’s lips came to rest on the crown of her head. The soft pressure gave her the strength to speak on.
“I can’t help but think that…I’m not suited for this role. I can’t handle all the work that comes directly to me. Even with a council, it’s not enough. My eyes must be on every document; my ears must hear every citizen and leader’s concern…it’s exhausting, Link!” She pushed back from his chest with a sudden burst, wildly seeking the solace of his eyes. “I don’t think I can do this anymore. And I–I’ve failed my people, I’ve failed my pare—”
“Zelda, Zelda, no!” Hands came up to cup her face. “You haven’t failed anyone. You haven’t.”
Her breaths, which had been coming so quickly and sharply, broke into a sob.
“It’s my fault. Why couldn’t I just stay as happy as I was when I was crowned? When you and I first fell in love? How could I let myself fall so far? To care for this kingdom is my born duty!”
“You can’t expect yourself to stay at the same heights of happiness forever,” Link murmured. “It’s unfair to you. Especially under such a heavy burden.” He took a breath. “You are at fault for the mistakes you make, but—” Seeing her mouth open in shocked hurt, he pressed a finger to her lips. “—but, sweetheart, no one can be suited for a role like yours. Not alone.”
Tears coursed down her face. “I–I. You…you’re right.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. You…you’re right. I…”
“Yes?”
“I want…”
“What is it you want, Zelda?”
Her name. “I want to—I want to be just Zelda. I don’t want to be Queen anymore.”
Though the words were loosed from her own lips, Zelda was the one who flinched on their release, at the simultaneous gut punch and weight lifted from her shoulders at the confession.
“I want more than a council for me to consult, but ultimately rule over unilaterally. I want more than a single mind’s attention on half of the documents that directly impact the people of Hyrule. I want representatives from the provinces to be able to speak for themselves, rather than necessarily speaking to me. I want—I want fewer papers on my desk, dammit!
“I don’t want to be Queen. I want something different, for myself and for Hyrule.”
She chanced a look into her lover’s eyes. They glowed brighter than the candlelight, and twice as warm.
“I’m so proud of you, Zelda.”
She crumbled.
Her knees gave out at the same time as another sob—this time, of relief—tore from her chest, and Link let out a sharp breath as he caught her against his chest. He stumbled backwards to the bed and sat her down like a child, as tears streamed down her face with such velocity that she couldn’t see, no matter how she wiped at her eyes. Wails echoed against the stone walls of their bedroom, and the slap of shame she felt at her wanton noisiness only made her louder.
She wasn’t sure how long she cried, curled against Link’s increasingly damp torso, wiping tears and mucus on his shirt and her hands and chemise. The only thing to tell time by was the glide of his comforting hand up and down her back, and even that felt random. Still, the flow began to slow, so gradually she only noticed it when she realized her breaths were no longer shuddering out of her chest like windows in a pane.
“Do you think it will be different?” Her voice was a raspy, choked croak. Hardly recognizable.
“Not at first.” It wasn’t the answer she wanted, but she accepted it with only a slight pang of pain. “It will take time for the changes you want to take place. But this day will be over. You won’t need to live this moment again.”
Cool, blue relief.
Taking control of her body for the first time in what could have been minutes or hours, Zelda scooted back on the mattress to assume her normal place on the left side of the bed. She gently guided Link down beside her. He followed gladly, only pausing in his pursuit to blow out the candle.
In the dark, his arms found her waist and wrapped around her. Close. Warm. She could feel his heartbeat, slow and steady, thrumming against her own chest, coaxing her own to meet its rhythm.
“Link?” she whispered, after a few moments in the sanctimonious dark.
“Mm?”
“Do you…think I’ll be happy again? Someday?”
His embrace tightened, and she sighed lightly and snuggled closer to his warm bulk as his lips found the place where her neck and shoulder joined.
“Yes, my love. You will be happy.”
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The Daily D/S For 1/29/24:
How do you define the roles of Dominant, Submissive, and Switch in BDSM?
In the intricate tapestry of BDSM dynamics, the roles of dominant, submissive, and switch are more than mere labels; they encapsulate the essence of profound connections and consensual power exchange.
To me, a dominant is the orchestrator of an intricate dance, a guide who leads with consent, building a relationship structure where the submissive partner can not only thrive but truly blossom. It is about cherishing the responsibility of making choices for the benefit of the partner, creating an environment where growth and trust flourish. The dominant thrives on the art of decision-making, deriving fulfillment from empowering the submissive to reach new heights.
On the other side, a submissive is not a passive participant but a reservoir of strength and capability. In their day-to-day lives, they may project dominance, but in the sanctuary of a consensual relationship, they seek a partner to make choices for them. This surrender is not a sign of weakness; rather, it is a deliberate act to free their mind, allowing them the space to thrive and grow under the protective guidance of their dominant.
Then there's the enigmatic switch, a versatile individual who gracefully transitions between the roles of dominant and submissive. This adaptability is not governed by the side of the bed they woke up on; instead, it is an intricate dance shaped by the unique connection they share with their partner. The switch is not confined to a predetermined role; their dominance or submission is a reflection of the dynamic and energy they share with their chosen counterpart. Some may evoke a submissive vibe for the switch, while others unlock their dominant side, showcasing the fluidity and depth of their BDSM journey.
I invite others to share their personal definitions of dominant, submissive, and switch. These roles are deeply personal, shaped by individual experiences and connections, and hearing diverse perspectives enriches our collective understanding of the beautiful spectrum within BDSM dynamics.
So how do you define dominant, submissive and switch?
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─𝟎𝟑 【𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠】 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢
Once the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the world in shades of twilight, two souls found themselves intertwined in a destiny they could have never predicted.
Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, known for her boundless compassion and flowing pink hair, housed a life within her—a life fathered by none other than Douma, the Upper Rank Two demon whose defining characteristic, aside from his deceptive angelic visage, was his obsessive affection for her.
Douma had always been eccentric, his affection for Mitsuri transcending the bounds of the natural order that divided demons and demon slayers.
He met every rejection, every rebuke with a smile, the chilling steadfastness of a man who could not grasp the full spectrum of human sentiment.
❝I will protect you and our child, no matter what,❞ Douma whispered into the serene night, a menacing softness in his voice. The sentiment could have been tender, if not for the possessiveness that laced each syllable.
Mitsuri, despite her strength, felt a shiver run through her. She had not anticipated the turn her life had taken, tangled with a being she was supposed to destroy. Yet, here she was, carrying a demon's child.
❝Douma... this child... it must know love, pure and true, not obsession,❞ Mitsuri responded, her firm tone belying the trepidation that gripped her heart. ❝It must see the light of humanity, not the shadow of possession.❞
Douma smiled, a chilling expression that held a twisted adoration. "Mitsuri, my love for you and our child is boundless. I will eradicate any threat, silence any danger, extinguish any opposition. For you, and for our future."
In the secrecy of the night, Mitsuri touched her belly and whispered to the life inside, hoping against hope that her warmth could protect her child from the coldness of Douma's twisted love. But Douma, ever observant, caught the gesture and knelt before her, his cold hand resting gently over hers.
❝Our child will be born into a world where it will need for nothing, fear nothing,❞ he cooed, his eyes gleaming with a fervor that made even the moonlight seem cold. ❝I will create a paradise for you, my beloved.❞
Mitsuri looked into Douma's eyes, finding there a labyrinth with no exit—a daunting realization that their fates were entwined in ways she couldn't have foreseen. Still, with the unwavering spirit of a Hashira, she made a silent vow.
'Even in this suffocating embrace, I'll teach this child about love,' she thought. 'A love that empowers, that frees, that protects without destroying freedom. And maybe, just maybe, it will understand what its father could not.'
And so, in a world torn by demons and darkness, a child of light and shadow was to be born.
As the seasons changed and Mitsuri's time drew near, their sanctuary became a fortress against both human and demon threats.
Douma began to see the world not as his chessboard but as a place fraught with hazards he had once been blind to.
His feelings for Mitsuri, dangerously obsessive at first, had tempered into a desperate need to safeguard the family he never envisioned he could have.
And when the time came, beneath the soft light of a crescent moon, Mitsuri brought their child into the world—a daughter with eyes that held all the colors of the dawn sky.
As she wailed her first breath, the conflicts that awaited them seemed to pause. In that moment, there was only this small, perfect blend of two vastly different lives.
Douma, holding his daughter, felt the final walls around his heart crumble to dust.
#yandere#yandere demon slayer#douma x mitsuri#yandere douma#douma#mitsuri kanroji#demon slayer#kny#oneshot#scenarios
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Does orchidsexual fall within the asexual spectrum? I have always gone off of the asexual wikia, but there are a few identities on it, like orchid, that encompass feeling sexual attraction, but not desiring a sexual relationship that are labeled as falling under the spectrum. I always read this as meaning that the desire is a feeling that is a part of sexual attraction, so them lacking that desire means that they don't feel sexual attraction in the typical allo way, so are a part of the spectrum. Other people seem to disagree with this though and think that the identity is just being voluntarily celibate, making them not a part of the community.
This is a slightly controversial topic I think, and one I honestly can't say I'm super on top of, and I feel like it deserves more than a quick 'yes' or 'no', but I'm also just a guy, and just because I sit and answer asks on here sometimes does not make me an authority in any way.
So first off, by definition an asexual person is someone who experiences little to no sexual attraction. This is our agreed-upon definition as a baseline, and so if you do experience sexual attraction, this label is inaccurate to you, however, many people on the ace spectrum do experience sexual attraction and many of those people call themselves asexual, despite experiencing some level of attraction.
Additionally many asexual people have sex regardless of the level of attraction they experience, which is why we use the definition based on "attraction not action".
That being said, a large proportion of the ace community does not have any desire to have sex, and further, many are strongly averse to it. As such, lot of asexual activism boils down to "we exist, stop treating us like shit because we don't want sex like you do". This isn't to discount sex favourable acespecs, but what we're trying to do here is as much about telling people it's fine not to experience sexual attraction as it is trying to make society accept that it's fine to not have sex?
I think orchidsexual people suffer from our allonormative society just as much as any other asexual person, and I don't think it makes sense for you to be excluded from a community that you share so many experiences with. Just like how drag performers and trans people are heavily overlapping circles of a venn diagram, that only very recently have been forcibly pried apart, and gender nonconforming cis people from genderqueer people, and just any and all queer people from each other. Our position within the community isn't based on oppression, we don't need to have struggled the same way to share a label, but sometimes we don't share a label and experience the same things anyway.
The shift of Asexual as a term from meaning just not having sex to the definition we have now isn't a bad one, but it could very easily not have gone that way. Functionally speaking there's no real difference between an asexual person who, through some level of active decision, never has sex, and anyone else who makes a similar decision never to have sex. Sure the reason may be different but the outcome is the same, and sex is a morally neutral action so this isn't even some philosophical "I did a good thing but for a bad reason, does that make me good or bad?", and to the bigots we're all the same anyway.
That doesn't mean everyone who is voluntarily celibate for any reason is automatically ace, but if you feel a kinship or sense of solidarity or even sanctuary within the ace community who the fuck are any of us to say you don't belong here?
I really hope this comes across in a semi-coherent way and that I'm not talking out of my ass or being a dick, I've seen too much exclusionism to want anything other than radical inclusion honestly, but I couldn't just say that and not explain the thought process.
Anyway that's all, other mods are welcome to add anything they like, everyone else is also welcome to argue but if you could do it elsewhere that would be preferable.
- mod key
#im also willing to clarify or talk more abt whatever but i also have a shitty brain and a dnd character sheet to finish so ymmv on that#orchidsexual#asexual#ace discourse#radical inclusion#asks#mod key
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Sentient House
Rain lashed against the bookstore window, the rhythmic drumming a familiar comfort amidst the harsh hum of the fluorescent lights. Sarah browsed the fantasy novels, the worn spines whispering promises of escape for a few precious moments. Alex, perched precariously on a rickety ladder, scanned the science fiction section, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Mom," Alex piped up, his voice barely a whisper. "Do you think there are houses with thoughts and emotions in other universes?"
Sarah, her heart heavy with the day's worries, forced a smile. His question held a vulnerability she knew all too well. Alex, a brilliant mind trapped in a world of inflexible routines and overwhelming social interactions, found solace in fantastical tales. It was a world Sarah understood intimately, both as his mom and an autistic woman struggling to navigate a society built for the neurotypical.
Finding resources for herself, let alone Alex, was a constant battle. The local autism support group folded months ago, and government assistance remained a bureaucratic labyrinth that seemed designed to wear you down. The weight of caring for Alex and her aging parents, both on the spectrum and struggling with their own challenges, pressed down on Sarah.
She knelt beside Alex, her touch the only comfort she could offer. "Maybe not sentient houses," Sarah said, her voice raspy from exhaustion, "but maybe other universes have things we can't even imagine." It wasn't much, but it was all she had to offer right now.
The bookstore offered a temporary refuge, but reality awaited outside. Their small apartment, now shared with her aging parents, reflected the constant struggle to stay afloat. Sarah knew the challenges wouldn't disappear. There would be sleepless nights and mounting bills. But for a little while, in that cozy bookstore filled with fantastical tales, Sarah held onto the hope that they could face it together, one whispered secret from a fictional talking house to Alex, and one shared glance with her son that spoke volumes, at a time.
As they left the bookstore, the rain had slowed to a gentle drizzle, matching the somber mood that hung over Sarah like a heavy shroud. With each step towards home, the weight of their reality pressed down upon her, threatening to crush her spirit beneath its burdens.
By the time Sarah unlocked the door, exhaustion completely flooded her. The elders' usual routines had become erratic, anxieties amplified. Cracked utensils they refused to let go of were stacked and stashed everywhere. Lopsided drawers were rattled repeatedly after each instance of usage. Stepping into their cramped, cluttered space felt like a physical manifestation of Sarah's deepest fear – losing control.
A flicker of defiance sparked in her eyes this time, however. Why should sentient houses not be a reality? Rolling up her sleeves, Sarah set about creating a calming environment without breaking the bank. Together with Alex, she repurposed an old lamp with a dimmer switch for a softer glow, fashioned weighted blankets from old clothes, concocted calming scents made from essential oil samples and programmed a nature documentary to play softly on the TV as a soothing visual lullaby.
It wasn't perfect, but it was a start. As Sarah sat down with her parents and son for a simple dinner of leftovers, a sense of quiet strength washed over her. They were a family bound by neurodiversity, yes, but also by a fierce determination to create their own sanctuary within the constraints of their reality, come rain or shine. The challenges wouldn't disappear, but with the unmasked love from her son and her own ingenuity, Sarah knew they would face them together, one repurposed lamp and shared memory at a time.
Mostly AI-generated.
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7 Reasons to Experience the Transformative Power of Sound Healing
In a world brimming with stress and turmoil, the search for inner peace and holistic well-being has never been more crucial. Amidst the hustle and bustle of modern life, there exists a sanctuary—a sacred space where the harmonious vibrations of sound hold the key to healing and transformation. Join us as we embark on a journey into the realm of sound healing and sound baths, exploring seven compelling reasons why everyone should experience the profound benefits of this ancient practice.
1. Stress Relief and Relaxation
In the cacophony of daily life, finding moments of tranquility can feel like an elusive dream. Sound healing and sound baths offer a sanctuary of serenity—a refuge where the soothing vibrations of sound wash away stress and tension, leaving behind a sense of deep relaxation and inner peace. As the gentle waves of sound envelop you, the burdens of the day melt away, and you are transported to a state of profound calm and tranquility.
2. Balancing Energy Centers
At the core of sound healing lies the belief that everything in the universe, including our bodies, is in a state of vibration. Sound baths work to harmonize and balance the body's energy centers, known as chakras, promoting a sense of equilibrium and vitality. By immersing yourself in the resonant frequencies of sound, you can clear energetic blockages, restore balance, and awaken the body's innate healing potential.
3. Enhancing Meditation and Mindfulness
Sound baths provide a gateway to deeper states of meditation and mindfulness, allowing you to effortlessly quiet the chatter of the mind and enter into a state of profound inner stillness. As you surrender to the symphony of sound, you are guided into a state of heightened awareness and presence, where the boundaries between self and other dissolve, and you become one with the cosmic dance of existence.
4. Emotional Release and Healing
Emotions are the language of the soul, yet all too often, we suppress and repress them, leading to energetic stagnation and dis-ease. Sound healing offers a safe and supportive space for emotional release and healing, allowing you to surrender to the full spectrum of human experience. As the vibrations of sound penetrate deep into the subconscious mind, buried emotions are brought to the surface, where they can be acknowledged, expressed, and ultimately released, paving the way for profound healing and transformation.
5. Stimulating Creativity and Inspiration
Sound has the power to ignite the flames of creativity and inspiration, awakening dormant potentials and unleashing the creative force within. Sound baths serve as a muse for the creative spirit, inviting you to explore the boundless realms of imagination and intuition. As you immerse yourself in the rich tapestry of sound, you may find yourself inspired to paint, write, dance, or create in ways you never thought possible, tapping into the infinite wellspring of creativity that lies within.
6. Promoting Physical Healing and Well-being
The healing vibrations of sound have tangible effects on the physical body, promoting relaxation, reducing inflammation, and enhancing overall well-being. Sound baths have been shown to improve sleep quality, boost immune function, and alleviate symptoms associated with chronic pain, making them a valuable tool for supporting physical health and healing.
7. Cultivating Connection and Community
In a world that often feels fragmented and disconnected, sound healing offers a bridge—a means of reconnecting with ourselves, each other, and the world around us. Sound baths provide an opportunity to come together in community, to share in a collective experience of healing and transformation. As we join our voices in song and our hearts in resonance, we remember that we are all interconnected, united in our shared journey of awakening and evolution.
Love, Light + Magic,
Sofía Elena, Founder Mindful Bliss Tribe
Certified Holistic + NLP Coach, Sound Healer
Join us on this journey of self-discovery and transformation, as we immerse ourselves in the healing waters of sound + meditation and emerge renewed, revitalized, and restored. Book your session today with Mindful Bliss Tribe - Tampa, FL.
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Ok if this comes out wrong, I am so sorry:
If spectrum didn’t guess who sanctuary was, would he still have had him cuddle? Like Spectrums thought process was “is important to Stratos-> yoink” so if it was just a random dude that no one knew, would he still of made him cuddle?? (Words are hard I’m sorry)
yeah he wouldnt have kidnapped sausage if he wasn't important,, kidnapping randos isn't fun there's no thrill to it
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If you're up for writing it, #6 angst for dinluke?
6. “(She/he/they/I) lost (her/his/their/my) soulmate.”
Ok so I didn't manage to fit the dialogue itself in the ficlet, but I think it's still a fill that fits the prompt quite nicely.
Making myself tear up with this one, fam! Woe be upon ye, Anon.
(Based on the concept that you see the world in monochrome until you meet the eyes of your soulmate.)
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In the end, Din feels like it could never have been long enough. The rest of eternity couldn’t have been long enough. And it feels all the worse for not having had any time at all.
They never acted on it. Their eyes met on that light cruiser, Din’s face bare – not for the Jedi in black, no, it was for Grogu but – and all of sudden there had been colour in the world, born from the brilliant blue of the Jedi’s eyes. And he’d felt it as well, this Jedi, because his eyes had widened, he’d stifled a gasp with his gloved hand, and they’d stared at each other. Stared and stared and stared for what seemed like an aeon of the universe, time spun out into a long, meandering thread…
Until Grogu had gone with him. The Jedi had said nothing of the bold new world they were both standing in, and simply turned away, taking Grogu (oh he was green, a sweet, fresh, pale green, with the softest pink in his ears, what a delight) with him.
He might as well have stayed ignorant of the colours of the galaxy, for all the good they did him. The world might have been in colour, but Din’s existence without Grogu was the dullest of greys. It was inside him, now, a rotten ball of hard, cold stone weighing him down as he moved through reality as if it were a snowdrift, limbs and heart heavy.
And sometimes he even thought of the Jedi, Luke Skywalker – they’d told him his name as soon as he’d left. The man whose eyes had unlocked all the hues and tones, the entire chromatic spectrum of the universe, and who had taken Grogu away from him. Joy taken, colour given in its stead, but worthless. And Din wondered, if he’d been brave enough to say something, to act, could the course have been different? Would he be with Grogu and the Jedi now, some third wheel, but ultimately happy?
It didn’t help to dwell on it, but what man had the strength to not dwell on his soulmate, once they knew who they were? How was Din supposed to resist the tantalising idea of forming a family, of learning to love and be loved in return, of baring everything in splendid technicolour?
For a while he’d half-expected a comm. Some small apology in that calm voice, some invitation… but nothing came.
But Din hadn’t been strong enough to stay away. He’d found his covert again and been banished, stripped of everything that made him who he was, and all he could do was go to the final place of sanctuary he had, clutching a little bundle (wrapped in red) in trembling (yellow and brown) fingers in a (silver) ship to a planet so green it was overwhelming.
Ahsoka had been there. He could see her fully now, the orange of her skin and the white-and-blue of her lekku and montrals. She hadn’t let him get any closer, not to Grogu, the dearest thing in the galaxy, or to the man whose soul was tethered to his by some whim of fate. He’d left the shirt there, and gone to help Boba.
After the battle, his son now safely back in his arms and clad in silver beskar, he’d once again half-expected Skywalker to be there. Hair golden, eyes of that Tatooine sky blue that had given him the gift of vision in colour. But he hadn’t.
And Din never saw him again.
He never knew why, or whether things might have gone differently. He tried to push it from his mind. Dwelling on Luke Skywalker didn’t do him any good, not when he had people to lead and a Darksaber to lose and a son to raise for as long as he could. Even when what-ifs and might-have-beens chased themselves like loth-kittens around his mind late at night, when all he could feel was alone, silly little fancies that made tears prick at his eyes with uncharacteristic emotion. Dreams in vivid colour of a life that went differently. A life where another hand was in his, and he could touch the colour as well as see it, kiss the eyelids that let him see more than he’d ever dreamt he ever would.
But it was not to be, though he never forgot Luke Skywalker. Their meeting had not lasted even a blink of the galaxy’s temporal eye, but it was an eternity to Din Djarin.
It happens suddenly, with enough force to make Din stumble back. In a horrible, nauseating instant, everything is shades of grey again, like it was for the first thirty-seven years of his life. He grips the edge of the table (no longer brown), breathing heavily through his nose. And unbidden, uncontrollable, the tears come, streaming down his bearded cheeks. Did he know the man? No, even though he longed to. But how can he not weep for the man who gave him colour?
“Buir?”
He looks up, cannot find the strength to wipe away his tears. Grogu (the pale green and soft pink have gone) stands there, little claw curved around the doorframe, great big ears drooping.
“Grogu?”
“Gone,” Grogu whimpers, and Din wonders how he knows. It must have been some connection in the Force, somehow maintained for twenty-six years, a tenuous, thinly-spun silk thread that tied them together despite everything.
Din nods, his hands now trembling, and Grogu rushes over, leaps on the table, buries his face in his father’s chest. Together they weep for a man they both wish they’d known better. Maybe if they’d tried harder, been wiser, things would have been different. He might have been father, he might have been lover. He might have been theirs.
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