dense trees

Bit of imagery for my loves
  • Aries: Freedom comes from the rush of energy, the rapid movement of your legs over hot coals, giving sparks behind you
  • Taurus: A hand caresses my back, you are covered in the finest white silk, you smile, then are still to take control as you gaze over the land
  • Gemini: A hurtling wind rushes over water and through cities, breathed in by everyone, taking in knowledge of all you encounter
  • Cancer: A watchful mother moon gazed lovingly upon her children dancing in the tides, gently lapping on the shore, enveloped in warm, silver light
  • Leo: Gold fires blaze from your eyes as you lead a nation, a laugh and a steely gaze proves you are the Ruler as you are at one with your audience
  • Virgo: Calculating steps climbing up a mountain side, freedom washes around you deep in the forest, as you wander through dense trees and lush green
  • Libra: Togetherness and synergy, you throw your head back laughing, leaning back into a warm soul where you feel at home
  • Scorpio: A dark photography room with that faint red light encapsulates you into the dimension, your images the only source of vulnerability and power, your love of your subjects displayed through them
  • Sagittarius: Bonfires and dancing, travelling with friends in the van as your throw your hands and head back to look at the stars, invigorated and expanded
  • Capricorn: Kind and gracious leader, driven by results, dressed in black with a smirk on your face at the witty conversation, proud of your home
  • Aquarius: Freedom and expansion, you sit on a rooftop as the sun rises from a night out, never tired, you stare at the fading stars and know you feel whole and loved
  • Pisces: a hand creating the universal knowledge and love, expressing the deeper knowledge you contain, dreaming into the night as you surround yourself with peace

Space chess?

You’d be forgiven for thinking that some giants had set up this flatter space in the Selkirk Hills of northern Idaho for some complex game and removed the pieces after finishing their match. What we’re seeing is an area of agricultural forest divided into 400 metre squares, with some areas harvested and covered by a recent snowfall while the rest reveal the dark green crowns of trees of dense forests. The nearby Priest River was once used to carry logs, but is now protected from development, with a status officially entitledn as a “wild and scenic river”.

Loz

Image credit: NASA

Dark Secrets - Part 1

Context: You are a Slytherin who enjoys long walks in the Forbidden Forest, keeping dark secrets, and falling for a guy you never thought you’d fall for.

Warnings: Just some tears.

It had been an exceptionally long time since you had visited the Forbidden Forest, knowing that if someone caught you, it’d be your head you would have to pay with. Most students wouldn’t dare stepping through the dark and dense trees at night; heck they wouldn’t even try that in the daytime. But you were never one to follow rules, even with some of the highest marks in the school. You preferred the quiet and dark of the forest though, knowing that whenever you needed to clear your head, it was only a short and dangerous walk away.

As you leapt over fallen trees and ducked under low branches, you saw someone off in the distance and immediately felt fear rise in your chest. If it was someone from the school, you’d be dead. If it was someone from the forest, you’d be really dead. But for some reason, you stayed rooted in your spot, only feet from the person. It was a male, with platinum blonde hair, wearing a black suit; his wand steadily shaking in his hand.

You don’t know what compelled you to do this but you decided to reach out and touch him, hoping to alleviate this fear in your chest and get on with your punishment. As your hand brushed his shoulder, he jerked around and pointed his wand at you. You fell backwards with your hands up in the air.

“Don’t hurt me.” You screamed, hoping to live to see who it was.

“Y/L/N?”

You opened your eyes to a familiar voice and saw Draco Malfoy himself, standing there with a shaky hand still pointing his wand at you.

“Malfoy? What are you doing out here?” You asked, standing up and dusting your behind off.

“You need to get out of here. Quickly. It’s not safe.” He said, his hand still trembling and his face flushed red. Tears played at the edge of his eyes and you knew something was very wrong.

“What’s wrong, Draco?” You asked, walking closer to him. He shook his head ferociously as you took another step forward.

“You need to leave before you get hurt.” He said. You took another step towards him until his wand was right in front of your chest. You reached out, pushing his hand down and drawing closer to him until your bodies were almost touching.

“Whatever is going on, you can talk to me.” He stopped moving for a moment before you both heard the snapping of branches behind you.

“Quick, hide!” He seethed at you. You obeyed and ducked into some bushes, wand at ready. There was a dark figure cloaked in black walking towards Draco. You couldn’t make out his face until he spoke and then that’s when you knew.

Voldemort.

“Draco, it’s so nice to finally have you on our side. Are you ready to serve me and only me?” He hissed at Malfoy. You felt yourself cringe knowing that Draco didn’t want this at all.

“If it’s for my family and for my friends, I will do anything.” Draco said, still visibly shaking.

“Foolish boy, they will all leave you. They always do. But I will never betray you, as long as you never betray me.” Draco closed his eyes before opening them again to reveal more than fear but pain and sorrow.

“I will do anything to keep my loved ones safe. So do what you must.” He said rolling up his sleeve to reveal his bare arm.

The gargling laugh that escaped from Voldemort’s lips was one that would haunt your dreams for eternity. His face contorted as he cast a spell that put Draco on his knees. You watched in horror as the skin of his arm began moving; a black line forming just above his wrist and the dark mark appearing as alarming as ever. Tears sprung to your eyes as you realized what Draco had done. He sold his soul to save his family, not knowing the consequences that lay before him. Typical Draco to jump into things before really thinking about what it was he was doing.

Voldemort moved to lean over him, holding his head to whisper something you could hardly make out. As he let go of Draco, you felt his eyes on you, tears streaming down his face. He knew you were still there. He knew what you had witnessed. Voldemort moved quickly and was gone just as he had come. You waited a moment before moving, making sure to step lightly as to not make so much noise. You rushed to Draco’s side, cradling his head in your hands, feeling his tears dripping down your arm.

“I had to. I had to do it for them.” He sobbed. You held him close to you, shushing him and rubbing his back in circular motions.

“I know. I’ll help you get through this. Trust in me to help you, please.” You said, rocking him back and forth. He held onto you like a newborn holds onto their mother. You never felt so much pain for someone that you barely knew but you knew that you had to help him get through this, because slytherins never turned their backs on one another.

A/N: Currently sitting in my sports bra so I can go to the gym. Please keep me in your thoughts. I am going through a very rough patch in my life and my escape is in my writing. I look forward to continuing this for you guys. Love you all.

Part two

Originally posted by nellaey

Serendipity: Chapter One

Jungkook x Reader (Wolf AU)

One: The Black Jacket 

Warning: Blood

Author: Lee

Word Count: 1,913


One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven


Splotches of blood contrasted with the ice white snow, leaving a trail that disappeared  into the abundance of trees which lined the forest. White flakes fell from the sky at an alarming pace, concealing  the footprints that followed me into the woods. Because the heat was colliding with the cold every few seconds, every breath I took was visible in the air.  My eyes surveyed the ground, looking for the fresh,  bold crimson coating the ice. I held my rifle to my chest as I jogged through the 12 inches of  snow, my face slipping into a deeper red every minute I remained outside.

I had been following the trail for about 15 minutes now, not able to see ahead due to the dense trees and foliage alike. The blood itself had started to turn into small spots in the snow rather than large splashes, meaning the animal’s wound was beginning to stop leaking. Deciding to return home and give up the hunt, I gave one last scan of the woods and trees around me before turning around and trudging off. The gloves that hugged my hands were no longer providing warmth; I had lost feeling in almost all of my fingers, and my toes felt even worse.

With the heavy snowfall, the woods didn’t provide me any indication as to where I was, leaving me to trust my instincts and head in the direction that felt right. On the way back, I caught the sight of something black in my peripheral vision, forcing me to investigate. Making my way over to the dark colored item, I noticed that there was more of it buried under the snow. I tugged on it, the snow weighing it down quite a lot, until it came loose and allowed me to pull it from the Earth. It was a jacket; one for a man, seeing as it was much larger than what I wore. It was very peculiar to find something like this in the middle of these woods; I was the only person for miles to live anywhere close to this location.

My face switched to one of confusion as I lifted the coat, its appearance making it seem as if it was never used. My eyes searched the vicinity for anything else, finally landing on another fabric peeking out from behind a tree. Holding my rifle in one hand and the jacket in the other, I hesitantly made my way over to the blue, unmoving sweater-like material.

Making my way around the tree, I realized that it wasn’t just an article of clothing, but a person. “Hello, sir?” I shouted over the sound of nature, shaking his body as rough as I could. His ice cold skin made my heart sink and my throat sting; it seemed like he was dead. “Hello, please hello?!” I panicked, placing two fingers on his neck to check for a pulse. The small, repetitive sensation was fragile and weak, but that’s all the hope I needed.

Before I could register what I was doing, I had pulled the man away from the tree and towards myself so I could wrap what I assumed was his jacket around him for warmth. With that, I swung my rifle onto my back by placing the strap on my shoulder before moving my arm under his own and behind his back. His unconscious state made it exceptionally more difficult to maneuver through the woods, slowing down my pace significantly. I focused on getting back to my warm, comforting house and attempted to avoid thinking about how the man in my arms could quite possibly die any second.

As the cabin came into view I gave a sigh of relief, shifting under the weight of the man, my shoulder in a great deal of pain from so much pressure applied on it for nearly a half an hour straight. Trudging through the snow, I started talking to the man again, desperate for a reply - no answer. My heart began to beat so fast that it became painful as I forced my way inside, nearly falling on the way in. I immediately slammed the door shut and made my way to the living room before setting the man down on the couch. I removed the cold, wet jacket from him and was relieved when I saw the small rising and falling of his chest. Darting across the house for a blanket, I realized that I was still in my wet clothing and that I couldn’t feel the majority of my body.

After wrapping the stranger up in blankets, I discarded my wet clothing and replaced it with a dry, warm outfit. It was only then that I noticed the sticky substance that ran up the side of my clothing: blood. I checked myself first, finding no wounds so horrible they bled. I then looked to the man, still unconscious on my couch. The blood had to have come from him; there was no other explanation. I gingerly removed the comforters as if he would wake up with the slightest feeling of discomfort, which I knew was already false. I hadn’t noticed it before, probably due to the fear that suddenly struck me when I noticed the man in the first place, but there was a patch of blood drenching the back of his sweater.

Carefully, I lifted up his shirt just enough so I could find the wound. There was a hole, much like a bullet wound, on the left side of his lower back. The blood surrounding it was slightly damp and it seemed to have been recent. The amount of crimson that coated his back made me wince slightly. I was never certified to operate on someone, even though I knew what to do in this specific situation. There was a time when I had to remove a bullet shell from my own leg before, which was a horrid experience I’d hoped to never revisit. Seeing the situation at hand now,  it was apparent I would have to revisit the cringing, crying and screaming again - unless the man somehow stays asleep.

Before I even managed to position him so I could better access the wound , I noticed the blood on his fingers. My eyes then darted back to the bloodied, painful looking wound. Had he managed to get the shell out himself? A sudden sound made me jump away from him, unintentionally bumping my back into my coffee table. I froze for a moment, seeing if the man would move or say anything, but he didn’t.

A log in the fire had fallen, bringing the whole lot of them down into the bottom of the pit.


I slipped back into consciousness once I heard the shuffling of fabric and the pained grunts that echoed through the room. My eyes fluttered open, and the person from whom the noises had come from could be seen, attempting to get up.

“Careful,” I said.

I got up quickly, making my way over to him. Surprised by the fact that I was up, the man jumped slightly.

“Please don’t hurt yourself further.”

I helped him sit back down before going into the kitchen, which was able to be seen from the living room, and pouring some hot tea into a cup.

“Can you tell me why I am here, and where here  is?” He finally spoke, voice hoarse and dry. “Thank you.” He responded after I handed him the hot beverage.

“You’re about 5 miles away from the nearest town and about 2 miles away from the nearest gas station.” He didn’t seem surprised or dazed, so I continued speaking. “I found you in the woods about 20 minutes away from here. You were… unconscious for a long time.”

I yawned, switching my gaze to the window. It was dark outside, the only light coming from the dying fire in the living room.

“How long have I been out?”

Of course, I figured he would ask a lot of questions after waking up in some stranger’s house, but he seemed to avoid asking me who I was or what I was doing in the middle of the woods during a blizzard.

“I can’t tell you exactly how long, you were ice cold and unconscious when I found you. You’ve been under my care for about…” I turned to the clock, the time reading 9:00 PM. “6 hours, give or take.”

There was a small silence before I decided to finally question him.

“Were you shot?” His eyes met mine as he sipped his tea, making a ‘hm’ sound as he took another gulp of it. “Were you shot? You have a nasty wound on your back and you’re obviously in pain.”

He placed his cup down before nodding and running a hand through his hair.

“Yes, I was. I don’t recall what happened though, all I know is that I was shot and I just started running.”

I didn’t quite believe his story, but I didn’t want to push too much into the subject-; it was none of my business, afterall.

“That explains why you were out in the middle of the woods during a snowstorm,” I reassured him with a small smile, making it look as if I believed his story. I couldn’t tell whether he thought  my act was fake or not, but I continued nonetheless. “Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll drop you off in town tomorrow so you can get that wound looked at by a professional.”

He only nodded, watching as I put more logs in the fire.

“I’ll stay up until it dies down again, but feel free to sleep.”

“You’re going to stay up for that long?” He asked, rhetorically.

“I always do. It’s fine. I have to make sure the wolves don’t show up at my doorstep. Damn things.” I cursed, looking outside. The white of the snow made it easy to see even after the sun was long gone.

“Wolves at your doorstep?” The man asked, curiously.

“Every other night or so these wolves or wolf - it’s usually one but I can’t tell if they’re different - start stalking around my house, almost like they’re looking for a way in.” I paused, turning back to meet his eyes. “Last night, when I tried to scare it away, it nearly attacked me, bounding over to the window as I let off a warning shot.”

He shook his head, looking as if he was thinking hard. “This morning it came back,” I continued. “I had no other choice but to shoot it in hopes that would make all of the other wolves afraid to come back.”

“Wolves are illegal game.” He commented, eyes shifting to the rifle that hung on the wall.

“Not when they come close to killing you in your own house.” I retorted, sighing. “I didn’t kill it anyway, I missed the shot and it ran for the hills. I tried to follow its trail today but it disappeared under the snow.” I knew that shooting an animal and leaving it to die without using its resources for survival was also illegal, but it’s not like I had much of a choice.

“I’ve never heard of any animal behaving like that,” he spoke blandly. “Weird.”

“Tell me about it,” I said, yawning once more and pouring myself a cup of tea. “It’s best you rest up, and don’t worry, I won’t let the wolves bite.”

Vs Clans

Alright, let’s go back to the jungle, shall we? Enjoy!

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The dark jungle, despite its name, could be felt so alive as the sun’s rays find its ways through the densed trees, giving life to to its inhabitants. It was never too hot nor was it too cold here in Neverland. With its often vibrant blue sky on top of your head and the perfect temperature, oftentimes it would be a perfect weather for everything that you have planned out for the day. Well, most of the time. 

It did rain here in Neverland but only too rare for you that you could keep tabs of its periodicity. As far as you could remember, it rained at least once a month for the past few years. You never knew exactly how Neverland really worked. All you could assume that the rain was just a necessity here for the plants to live. 

“Y/n, so what’s your plan?” Tori, your most-trusted lost girl, asked in a hushed voice. 

Yes, that’s right. You have your very own clan of lost girls here in Neverland. Occasionally, you did wonder how you ended up here. All you could remember was that you threw a bean on the floor. The next thing you knew, you landed on this island. And you could still vividly remember the look Pan had worn on when he first saw you; absolute astonishment. It was then that you realized you made history to be the first girl to ever come to Neverland. 

At first, he took you in like he always did with other lost boys. He gave you a great place to sleep in, trained you to be like the lost boys and within a short period of time, you became his next trusted man (or girl) after Felix. It all went well… until he revealed his true colours. 

And that was when you decided to leave the camp. 

Soon after, his shadow started to bring in more girls into his team. Not really certain of why the change of recruitment but after knowing about this, you helped the girls to escape, with Tori being the first. As time passed, you managed to set all the girls free, thus creating a whole new clan of lost girls. 

It’s been some time since you rescued the last girl out of Pan’s camp. Guess he gave up after not being able to stop you from breaking the girls free. 

“Y/n. Y/n.” Tori called out, realising that you dazed out for a moment. 

With rapid eye blinking, you looked at Tori with a blank look. “Huh?” 

Tori leaned in closer as she spoke in a softer voice, making sure that you would now hear every word that she said. “What are we going to do now?” 

“Oh.” You rubbed your chin, as if thinking hard on the matter at hand. Finally, with a plan in mind, you whispered back to her. “Alright. Since the boys are out, we’ll sneak in and get back our stuffs. As for those two boys, we’ll just knock them out with poppies. Got it?” 

Tori nodded, fully understood of the instructions given. “Should I get the others?” 

“No. It’s too risky. I’m 100% sure that Pan knew we’ll be coming to his camp. I’m sure he’s put a trap somewhere. If there’s too many of us, it might alert Pan.” 

“Alright.”

“Okay. On the count of three, we’ll get ready to sneak in.” Tori bowed down her head slightly.

“One… Two…” And off you two, walking as slowly as you can into Pan’s camp to avoid even the slightest snap of a small twig.

As you entered the camp, you stood behind a large tree as you watched the two boys sat by the fire ring where the blazing campfire would be ignited every night. 

“Got the poppies?” Tori asked in a low voice, lower than it was before.

You nodded while showing your handful of pink powder. You mouthed the numbers as you counted to three and on three, you threw the powder over to the boys. Successfully, the powder did its work, knocking them out into their deep slumber.

“Great. Use this basket.” You said as you emptied out a basket that was originally filled with the lost boys’ equipments. “Grab as much of our stuffs as you can and bring back to our camp.” You spoke with a normal voice, confident that it’s safe for the both of you.

Tori and yourself went off to seize back your items as much as possible that both of you were able to carry. As you went over to their weaponry area, a funny feeling hit you. But you were not able to point out exactly what it was. Not wanting to waste too much time wrapping your head around it, you pushed the feeling away. You continued to grab your weapons that Pan and the lost boys had stolen from your clan.

“Finally!” You said in excitement as you stared at your bow that was hung on the wall beside your dagger. Instantly, you grabbed your treasured weapon and hung it across your shoulder, along with your quiver that was filled with your handmade arrows.

“Y/n.” Tori said in a shaky voice. But your excitement overwhelmed you, thus causing you not to be able to hear Tori clearly. You continued to make yourself comfortable with your quiver and bow already on your shoulder.

“Y/n.” She repeated. 

“Yeah?” You turned to face her. To your surprise, Felix was having his arm around her neck while placing the blade of his knife right at her jugular vein. You looked around, realising that they had you surrounded. You were stunned for a moment, unknowing of what to do next. 

“Why so surprised, lass?” A husky voice was heard from the tree above you. Without looking up, you knew too well to whom it belongs to. Your left side of your faint red lip tugged upwards, creating a sinister smirk on your face.

“Who says I’m surprised?” You took a pause as you stared at his face who was then standing in front of you. “Pan.”

“Y/n.” Pan spoke in a high voice. “It’s been so long since I saw you. Never thought I would ever see you again.” 

Reflexively, you pulled out your dagger that was strapped to your waist and placed its tip on Pan’s heart. Instead of fear that you had expected to see, Pan kept a smile on his face. It was then that you had experienced an epiphany. 

“You knew I would come, didn’t you?” You questioned Pan with your voice gradually rising. “You never intended to steal from us. You knew I would come to get my bow back. It was all a trap!” 

Pan’s smirk told you that everything that you said was true. Anger started to burn in you. Your face turned red, trying to contain that burning fire. 

“Why so angry, love?” His words fueled your anger.

You furrowed your eyebrows, could not believed the rhetorical question that he just posed. Honestly, you are asking me that dumb question? 

“Come on, love. How else am I going to get you to come?”

“Why do you want me to come?” You spoke still with a risen voice, pushing your digger slightly inwards, though not harming Pan. 

“I want to talk.”

“What is there to talk-“ 

Before you could finish your sentence, something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. You could see Felix’s knife got too close to Tori’s neck, causing her neck to bleed slightly. Sense of worry starts to set in. Even though it was just a small injury, that’s your girl right there, someone you have always looked out like a dear sister. You will never allow anyone to harm her, even in the slightest bit. 

Your attention moved to Felix as you looked at him with darted eyes. He saw your fierce look, confirmed by his change of facial expression. "If you hurt my girl, Felix, you are going to get it from me." 

Felix cackled at your small threat, though he knew extremely well your capabilities and the extent of injury that you could inflict on others. No surprise he was as cocky as his smug leader.

"Look, love.” His voice pulled back your attention to him. “I just wanna talk." 

"What is there to talk about, Pan?” You spoke with a stern voice. 

“How about we talk alone, in the woods?” His raised eyebrows annoyed you. Ever since you left the camp and the boys, a talk with him had never turned out the way you expected. 

You looked down to the ground beneath, deliberating hard on whether you should honour his request, slowly putting down the knife away from Pan.

If you were to follow him into the woods, who knows what kind of harm he intended for you. And currently, your bow was slung across your shoulder, and not in your hands. To reach out for it now would only invite unnecessary attacks from his boys. 

But if you were to refuse him, you knew he and his boys would go battle you right at the spot where you were standing. Despite the fact that you could take Pan’s boys down easily, or perhaps with a slightly more effort, you always tried hard to not hurt these boys. They were not the ones at fault; Pan was. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll go with you." 

"No!” Tori screamed, still stuck in Felix’s grasp.

“Don’t worry, Tori. I can handle this.” You turned back to Pan, still standing in front if you. “But on one condition.”

“What is it?”

“Give back our stuffs and let her go." 

"That’s two conditions, love.” Pan spoke with his two fingers lifted.

“You’re seriously gonna bargain with me? That’s our stuffs in the first place and it was never yours to take. And Tori has nothing to do with the feud between us. Let. Her. Go.

“Yeah, you are right. Fine.” Pan looked at Felix as he tilted he gestured with his head, telling him to let her go.

Your eyes followed Tori’s steps while she collected all your stuffs and put them in the basket that you pointed out earlier. You could see fear in her eyes, afraid of what Pan might do to her esteemed leader. You shook your head, knowing exactly what’s in her mind. Calling out for the girls would be a bad idea and it would only create unnecessary mess.

You looked at her with stern eyes, reaffirming your point to Tori. Now that her facial expression had changed, you nodded, certained that she understood your instruction.

As you watched her struggling to carry that heavy basket, you voiced out. “Seriously, Felix? You are going to let her carry that on her own?”

Felix looked up to his leader, asking him what he should do. Pan nodded. “Go on, Felix.”

Understanding Pan’s signal, Felix carried the heavy load and walked into the woods, with Tori leading the way. Even though Felix can be quite cocky most of the times, you knew he is one to be trusted and you could expect no funny business from him, unlike Pan.

With them disappearing from sight, you turned your attention back to Pan. You looked at him with a what’s-next look.

“Boys, stand down.” The boys lowered their weapons. Those who were surrounded you from the higher grounds climbed down. Despite the feud, you smiled at the boys, especially to those familiar faces.

“Come with me.” Obediently, you followed behind Pan.

Feeling that you have reached a comfortable distance away from the hearing of others, you started to speak, stopping Pan from walking any further. “So, out with it.”

“Y/n. This rivalry, between us, it’s got to end.”

“It will only stop when you allow those who wished to leave, to get out of this bloody island.” You spoke with unwavering voice, making sure to get your message across.

“Love, you know that’s never going to happen.”

“Why not?!”

“The moment you step foot on this island, you will never be allowed to leave.” You tsk-ed at him, annoyed by his illogical answer.

“Why not? All you got to do is to allow it.”

“That’s the rule of Neverland, honey. Besides, what’s so bad about staying here? There’s no adults to tell you what to do, to say what is right and what is wrong. You got the freedom that you’ve always wanted. And you will never aged! Besides, isn’t that the reason why you are here in the first place?”

Pan’s words caught you speechless. As much as you don’t want to admit it, he did made a valid point. Because of the abandonment you felt, you left your town and hoped that the magic bean would bring you to a place where you can have your freedom and no worries. And that was what it did exactly when you landed in Neverland.

“Why so quiet, love? Cat got your tongue?”

“Shut up.” You snapped, not willing to admit that he was right. Your ego was in the way of that.

“Look, love. I just want this feud to end. Besides, there’s another clan on the ri-” Before he could finish, you interfered.

“What?! Another clan?” You cackled. “Ooh… I’m so going to enjoy this.”

Pan furrowed his eyebrow. “It’s not funny, love.”

“It is!” You continued laughing. But Pan was lost for words. “Who’s the leader of that clan and how many of them?”

“Mike.” You nodded, as expected. He’s one hot-headed guy, always chasing for power. No wonder he went off to start his own clan.

“Last I know, there was a few of them. And they are on the rise.”

“Come on, Pan. You can take them down so easily. You are the king of Neverland, for goodness sake.” But then, you realised Pan was lost for words. Why?

Growing impatient, you spoke again. “Tell me. What do you really want exactly?”

“I want you.”

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Can I have him?

Originally posted by clexakisses

anonymous asked:

how do you feel about hacked towns? i ordered an sd card reader and i' gonna add a few finishing touches to my town.. just wanted to know because i want to send you my dream address when it's done! (sometime between the 3rd-10th it'll arrive!)

I’m really sorry this reply is so late and wordy! (〃ノ◇ノ) but here we gooo~

I think hacked towns have a very special charm to them because it allows players to make their towns super unique and interesting! ♪ so many of them are very creative since I feel like there’s hardly a limit on what can be done~ (but I don’t really know because I don’t hack! eheh)

I’ve also noticed that hacking can sometimes make it easier to portray a specific atmosphere that a player might want to capture! especially if someone is making a themed town! I absolutely love when people put pwps, clovers, and flowers in the water! it looks soooo cool! ♡ and densely grouped areas of trees look really beautiful! there’s lots of things I’ve seen that look very amazing and magical~✧⁺

I think hacking can be helpful and convenient for certain types of players too! so I can definitely see the appeal of it in those regards!

as for me personally, I haven’t hacked anything in himawari and I don’t plan to because I’m genuinely content with growing it within the limits of the gameplay~ I’m also a bit too lazy and I never want to worry about corrupting anything! I also feel very accomplished in the way I play and I don’t want to change anything~ ♡

regardless of if a town is hacked or not, I can really appreciate both types if hard work and love is put into designing it! all towns can be beautiful and amazing in their own way and it’s ultimately important to remember to have fun and do whatever makes YOU happy and proud of your own town!!

I just want you guys to HAVE !! FUN !! with your towns~ ♡

ANYWAY! YES! I would absolutely ♡LOVE♡ to visit your dream address if you want to share it with me! I wish you all the best in your town building adventures~! ヽ(^ᗜ^♡)

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Arya Meme: 10 Scenes (9/10): Arya giving Ned flowers

They had been twelve days crossing the Neck, rumbling down a crooked causeway through an endless black bog, and she had hated every moment of it. The air had been damp and clammy, the causeway so narrow they could not even make proper camp at night, they had to stop right on the kingsroad. Dense thickets of halfdrowned trees pressed close around them, branches dripping with curtains of pale fungus. Huge flowers bloomed in the mud and floated on pools of stagnant water, but if you were stupid enough to leave the causeway to pluck them, there were quicksands waiting to suck you down, and snakes watching from the trees, and lizard-lions floating half-submerged in the water, like black logs with eyes and teeth.
None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. Sansa kept hoping he would tell Arya to behave herself and act like the highborn lady she was supposed to be, but he never did, he only hugged her and thanked her for the flowers.

Suggested by @pigpants and Anonymous

anonymous asked:

👤🔀👤 (sagekisame, enjoy being twice as tall and powerful)

Send me ‘👤🔀👤’ for our muses to switch bodies for one thread. || Accepting

Was it normal, he wonders.

To feel a bit of genuine horror at seeing your own body less then a meter away from you? 

At least–

At least it was breathing. Itachi’s hand is trembling. His blue hand. A quick glance in a kunai and he confirmed he was piloting his partner. But why? None of them had done anything out of the ordinary the night before. They traveled across two countries in one night, and set up camp in a dense cluster of trees. 

He reaches over, and prods at his own shoulder. ….Get up.

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A Galaxy Far, Far Away Ithor (requested by @cosmicjourney1995)

A jungle planet in the Mid-Rim, homeworld of the Ithorian species (against whom the Imperial stormtroopers were particularly xenophobic, having labeled them with derogatory nicknames). The Ithorians considered the vast jungles of their planet to be sacred; distinctive flora included dense n'lor trees, predatory johinuu trees, and edible blue and pink fungi. Life on Ithor revolved around philosophy and gardening – but Ithorian bounty hunters were some of the most fearsome.

Into The Woods

Here you go Anon who asked for a story about Hotch and reader chasing an UnSub through the woods.

“He went left!” You’re sprinting behind Hotch leaping over logs and ducking under branches. You’ve got your gun I your hand and you’re on high alert. This UnSub isn’t going down without a fight. He’d already taken a few shots at you and you did not appreciate it, you were really looking forward to returning the favor. Unfortunately he knew these woods better than your team did. Which was how, a few minutes later he managed to ditch you and Hotch, completely disappearing in the dense trees.
“Damn it!” Hotch yells slowing to a stop. You follow suit, breathing hard, your heart pounding against your chest.
“We should head back. It’s getting dark.”
“How do you suggest we do that? I smashed our gps on a tree chasing him!”
“What?” You look at Hotch horrified, “Are we lost out here?”
“Just a little.”
“Well, at least I came prepared.” You start to walk back the way you came, looking for a spot to make camp. It takes a second but you hear Hotch start to follow. It doesn’t take long for you to find what you’re looking for. A partially downed tree leaning against another tree. You pull the tarp you’d packed out of your bag and throw it over the slanting tree to make a tent. “Can you start clearing a space for a fire?”
“You think that’s a good idea with a killer on the loose?”
“Yes. He knows were combing these woods for him. He’s running now. Not hiding out.”
“Good point.” He starts to clear a space for a fire while you tie the tarp to the tree and weigh it down with some heavy branches on the other side.
“We need brush.”
“Yup.” It doesn’t take the two of you long to get enough kindling and get a heathy fire going. It’s not exactly a warm night, upper fifties but the fire isn’t quite enough. You’re shaking next to Hotch when he sighs loudly. “Come here.” He says softly.
“What?”
“In between my legs so I can help keep your core warm.”
“Is that the only reason why?” You flirt and he chuckles.
“Not exactly. I’ve missed being able to cuddle up next to you.” You laugh and instead of sliding between his legs you throw one over them and straddle his lap. Your chest is pressed his and you wrap your arms around his neck. Your lips are a breath from his when he closes the gap and moves his mouth along yours. He darts his tongue into your mouth and you groan softly. His hands burn a trail up your back before sliding around to you chest. Is he really going to..? He does. He slips a thumb into your bra and brushes it over your nipple.
“Aaron!” You gasp yanking your lips from his. “We’re going to get caught.” He slides your shirt up and kisses your collarbone.
“No we won’t. We’re in a huge forest.”
“With the only fire.”
“You scared?” He kisses above the cup of your bra.
“I just don’t want one of my coworkers to see me having sex with my boss.” He tugs at the back of your bra.
“And boyfriend.” He pops it open revealing your full chest to him.
“They don’t know that.” You gasp as he swipes his tongue over one nipple.
“Maybe they should.” He argues turning his attention to the other nipple.
“Aaron.” You gasp thrusting your chest toward his warm mouth. He stops then looks to his right.
“Did you hear that?” He asks.
“Hilarious Aaron.”
“No baby seriously.” He reaches behind you and clips your bra back together then tugs down your shirt. “Where’s your gun?” That’s when you hear it too, branches cracking.
“My bag.” He passes it to you then motions you around the right. You nod. Kiss him quickly and disappear into the darkness beyond the firelight. He does the same on the left side. You only wait for a second before Morgan and JJ hit the clearing. You lower your weapon and move back into the glow from the fire.
“Hey.” You say softly as Hotch too steps forward.
“You guys okay?” JJ asks.
“Yea.”
“We’ve been calling?” Morgan says.
“Sat phone broke.” Hotch pulls it from his pocket.
“Oh. Let’s get going.” You make quick work of tearing down camp and putting out the fire. You and Aaron are going to have to go camping.

also, related to cornfield gothic; appalacian gothic aesthetic, because son there is some shit in those hills

  • tall mountains and deep valleys, forests with thick dense green trees and quiet, sly shadows.  you see them on the trail sometimes and when you look, they’re gone.
  • the land is pockmarked with mineshafts.  some smell like fire and some like blood and all of them are guarded by the ghosts of union miners.  they ask you, aggressively, if you’re a fucking company strikebreaker every time you walk past. 
  • (if they don’t believe you when you say no, they’ll kill you.) 
  • mrs. cooper’s moonshine could knock an elephant on its ass.  you drink and you taste the stars, you taste the coal, you taste oil, you taste your own terror. 
  • your family has always lived in this holler.  your father was born here.  your grandfather.  your grandfather’s grandfather.  you knit new blankets every christmas and use them to cover their bones.  
  • there are some people who pray to jesus and some who pray to satan.  you are most afraid of the ones who pray to the small gods in the coal mines. the gods of black lung and cancer, the gods of mine collapses and company stores, bleeding every last dime from your pockets. they are greedy gods, and hungry ones.  
  • outsiders will ask you what bluegrass is.  you do not know if they are asking about the music or the grass; both are bloody, and both belong to some wordless thing you can only sing to.  
  • your neighbors leave their christmas lights on through july.  this is not because they are lazy; this is because they are afraid, and fifteen hours of darkness is a long time to be without protection.  
  • your brother works in a coal mine.  your brother has always worked in a coal mine.  he brings it home with him.  his eyes are black now.  your mother won’t let him in the house.
  • sometimes the mountains stir.  your father blames it on that newfangled fracking business.  your neighbors pretend it doesn’t happen.  your grandmother says the mountains are angry. you fill your pockets with coal and fall asleep listening to them sing to each other, and you try and think of a way out. 
Breathing Fine || Ian & Mare

@ianmako

Conditioned and conditioned and conditioned; it was like watching a wild animal pace its cage before releasing it into a habitat of its kind, at least…that was what it felt like to Marley. Never had she been a threat to anyone but the guards here and that hadn’t changed in her two years on the island, not in the months she’d spent evading here. A small cut on her cheek that was mostly gone and slight bruising on her knuckles was all she had to show any form of fight she’d put up but those things were far from her mind as she walked through the dark, past cabins she didn’t know, though….the setup was nostalgically familiar too. Her fingertips twitched lightly at her side, feeling the molecules in the air and searching through it for scent and that so quickly had her head snapping to look through dense trees towards the sound of rushing water over rocks, a scent and warmth that had her element prickling up her arm in a familiar way. She couldn’t control her steps then, and each she took led her deeper into dark woods, her movements always quiet and fluid, not a misstep before she was breaking through trees and running ocean eyes over dark water and wet rock, damp mossy ground hit with the mist in the air from the waterfall. It had her hair tickling at her neck but she was only feeling the drumming of her heart in her chest and hearing it skip in her ears as her eyes found him. “Lost, Hero?” Her voice was quiet, barely a question, it wasn’t strong enough for that right now.

There was an incredible tangle of bare branches at the lower levels in the forest, and it was quite impossible to fly through them. Even birds much smaller than Algy had to hop from twig to twig if they wanted to make their way through the dense trees. But it was calm and peaceful, and when the sun managed to filter through to the forest floor is was positively pleasant. Algy relaxed on his deep cushion of moss, dozing on and off…