Spiritual Attributes: Protection, Luck, Beauty, Peace. Guards against evil influences and prevents household accidents. Used for success in the world. Prevents feelings of loneliness.
Medical Uses: Helpful in the treatment of wound healing, burn healing, and mild skin infections. The juice of the plant can be used to relieve digestive issues such as heartburn and irritable bowel syndrome. It is an excellent additive for soaps and creams as a conditioner.
Request: Could you do an imagine where you’re the commander and Bellamy falls in love with you??
Word count: 1,531
(A/N: I took a different approach when writing this, so let me know what you think! Also, if you want to see a part 2, if you could shoot me a message that’d be great :) )
Y/n could remember the day the Sky People came to earth very
clearly. She and a couple of her people were on a hunting trip, trying to
gather supplies for a feast celebrating the three year anniversary of her people’s
liberation from the Ice Nation. They were corrupt and evil, and after several
months of battle, they surrendered. Three months later, Y/n and one hundred of
the former Ice Nation hiked up a mountain and to an empty field. The people
appointed Y/n as their new leader and were comically named the Free People by
The feast was on the same day they landed. The Free People all
thought it was a shooting star, but as it got closer and closer, they realized
it was something different. It landed right outside of Y/n’s land. Not knowing who
these people were, she stayed back to study them. They quickly set up
civilization, scavenged for food and water, and laughed and partied. They were
incredibly smart, but also a threat. They kicked out their own people,
banishing these newcomers to discover the dense forest by themselves.
Y/n’s people wanted to retaliate, to claim the land they all
fought so hard for. She made them wait, though. She wanted the newcomers to
feel welcome in their new home, and then attack them when they were vulnerable.
It had been two months since they came to earth, and the new
people, conveniently named the Sky People, had yet to discover the Free People’s
village. Feeling safe and comfortable, Y/n decided to go out into the forest
for some peace and quiet. The guards were reluctant to let her go, but she
insisted. While she loved being the Free People’s commander, she missed her
freedom more than anything. She couldn’t go anywhere without an escort. But she
knew these woods better than any of the guards, so she was sure she’d be fine.
There was a clearing about a mile south of the camp that she
would go to when she needed to think. It was on the bank of a wide stream, and
the grass surrounding it was so green it looked unreal. Flowers blossomed on
the stream’s edge and birds chirped lightly in the trees. The sky was overcast,
but you were just thankful it wasn’t raining yet. Y/n pulled her jacket closer
to her as a wind passed through.
She was humming a light, delicate tune and throwing rocks
into the stream, completely unaware of the people behind her. Three men from
the Sky People had followed her to the clearing. Murphy, Bellamy, and Miller
hid behind a large tree as they watched.
“There’s no way she could fight us off. Let’s just grab her
and go.” Murphy whispered. They were planning on taking her back to the camp to
question her about the Free People and surrounding groups.
“On my count…1…2…3!” Bellamy shouted. The three jumped out
into the clearing and circled Y/n before she could register what was happening.
Murphy grabbed her from behind, but she kicked out, right into his knee caps.
Murphy doubled over in pain as Miller raced to tackle Y/n. They toppled to the
ground and Y/n struggled to gain dominance over him. She got on top of him and
punched his face a few times, stopping only when she heard the snap of his nose
breaking. Bellamy picked her off of Miller and pinned her arms beneath his so
she couldn’t take a swing at him. She kicked, but he was much taller than she
“Put me down!” Y/n shouted.
“She speaks.” Murphy replied sarcastically. “I wonder what
else she has to say.”
Bellamy was much stronger than she was, and it took very
little time for him to tie her arms around her back. He tied her legs together
too, leaving just enough room for her to walk. Bellamy dragged Y/n by the hands
while Miller and Murphy trailed behind. The walk wasn’t long, but long enough
for Y/n to realize she was nowhere near her camp, which meant she was nowhere
near her people.
The Sky People’s camp was coming together nicely. They had
built a giant wall and gate that two gunmen guarded. They opened it when they
save the three men approaching. Y/n tried to hide her amazement, but couldn’t
help but notice the amazing technology. Bellamy tugged on her ropes when she
started to lag behind.
“Where’s Clarke?” Bellamy asked a guard. His voice was deep
and rough, and he spoke with authority. ‘Is
he their leader?’ Y/n thought.
“Drop ship.” The guard responded. They walked towards a
giant, metal building. It looked exactly like the ship Y/n remembered on that
day they arrived. They walked up a ramp and into a tiny room lined with weapons
and makeshift beds. The weapons they had were unlike anything Y/n had ever
seen. It was a good thing the Free People had not attacked, for the Sky
People’s weapons were much more advanced and deadly.
“Who is this?” Clarke questioned, eyeing Y/n suspiciously.
Y/n couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and how innocent she
seemed. But Bellamy appeared to answer to her. Was this their leader?
“Don’t know. Found her in the woods. Thought she might have
some useful information.” Murphy replied.
Clarke walked up to Y/n and continued to survey her. “Who
“I am nobody.” Y/n answered.
“Nobody huh?” Clarke took a couple steps back. “You should
just let her go.”
“Let me at least try to get some information out of her.”
Bellamy said. Clarke shrugged her shoulders and walked out of the drop ship.
Y/n was back to being alone with the three men who had captured her. She didn’t
know what she was going to do. Her guards would recognize soon that she was
missing and would come searching for her.
Bellamy shoved Y/n toward a ladder and pointed for her to
climb it. It took her a bit longer than expected due to the ropes still hanging
around her wrists and ankles. Bellamy, Murphy, and Miller followed suit.
Bellamy grabbed Y/n’s wrists, untied the rope, and wrapped her wrists in ropes
that hung on the wall. He left her feet the way they were.
“I don’t understand why you are keeping me captive. I have
done nothing.” Y/n said, looking into Bellamy’s eyes as she spoke.
“We don’t know you. And we don’t like people we don’t know.
What’s your name?” He asked as he tied the ropes tighter.
“Y/n.” She replied.
“What group are you with?”
“The Free People.” She saw no point in lying about that
“Haven’t heard of them.”
“There are lots of groups around here you don’t know about.
I understand you’ve been lucky enough to meet TriKru, yes?” Bellamy looked up
at the mention of the Grounders. Y/n continued, “They’re a strong group. Kind
too, if you don’t cross them.”
“Yeah, we already messed that one up.” Murphy smirked at
Y/n. She could already tell she wasn’t going to like him very much.
Bellamy walked over to Miller and Murphy, and took a seat on
an overturned crate. Y/n took this time to really examine him. He was tall and
muscular with dark, curly hair and olive skin. He wore a black tshirt and
jeans, and jacket like the guards had on outside.
Bellamy took this time to examine Y/n, too. She was of
average height but with strong, lean muscles. Her face was composed, and she
showed no signs of fear. Most people would be fighting back, or at least
sweating. That’s how Bellamy knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth. No one is
that composed unless they have to be.
“What do you know about us?” He asked, breaking the awkward
silence that had formed.
“That you come from the sky and that you are survivors.” Y/n
“What does that mean?” Murphy snapped.
“You all aren’t from here, and have managed to find food and
water, make shelter, and fight. You’re survivors.”
“How do you know this?” Bellamy stood up from his seated
“Your arrival didn’t exactly go unnoticed. You landed in shared
territory between my people and the TriKru. You’ve held TriKru off so far.”
“Why haven’t your people attacked?” He neared Y/n and was
almost chest to chest with her. Y/n looked into his deep brown eyes; she took
note of the pain and exhaustion in them.
“We haven’t found a need to. You haven’t retaliated against
“But if you did you would have the upper hand. I don’t
understand…” Bellamy started.
“Things aren’t always about having the upper hand. You are
newcomers, we already have the upper hand, war or not. We recently fought a war
with people who deserved it. As of right now, your people don’t deserve it.” Y/n
calmly replied. Bellamy was taken aback by this answer, by the honesty and
sincerity in her words. He blinked and opened his mouth to reply, but no words
came out. After studying her face for a minute, he turned around and headed to
the ladder hatch.
he tian x mo guan shan (1st half); jian yi x zhengxi (2nd half)
tags/notes: fluff, swearing, light altercation in the form of a head cuff, title from here, ‘SAR’ is a military term for ‘search-and-rescue’
synopsis: after-shot of chapter 196.
‘What crawled up his ass?’
He Tian cuffed the top of Guan Shan’s head. It earned him a
sharp exhalation from where Guan Shan sat on the bench, scowling up at him,
features pinched, eyes washed copper in the sun.
‘Jian Yi,’ He Tian said. ‘He’s missing.’
They watched Zhengxi stalk across the court in silence,
smudges of purple storms under his eyes, shoulders rounded and taut. He swiped
a basketball from the bag on the side of the court, threw it aimlessly against
the chain-link fence. The sound rattled, ball smacking back down to asphalt,
the whole fence trembling around the perimeter with the aftershock like
‘Like … missing?’
He Tian made a quiet ‘hm’ sound. He’d heard nothing from his
brother. The SAR must have been immediate, no handler, a quick in-and-out job.
Carefully planned, cleanly executed. No casualties except a pulled shoulder
from the rebound of a gun. It was only a matter of time before someone went
for Jian Yi. You couldn’t have a father like that and have your hands kept
clean for long. You couldn’t have a father like that and not escape without
some bullet holes.
Dedication to a deity is a very personal and serious rite. Oaths are taken very seriously in pretty much all paths, and it’s specific to the relationship between the deity and the devotee-to-be. Such vows should be carefully worded and thought over, as they can easily become a burden rather than a joy with too many loopholes.
Vows in Hyrule seem to be taken pretty seriously as well. Link often comes across wayward spirits and cursed people on his travels, trapped because they took an oath that they have yet to fulfill, or they broke one. Based on this, death does not seem to release you from a vow in Hyrule, at least not immediately. So be careful in the wording of any vow you make.
At first, I was going to try and write out individual vows for each Goddess, but after doing a little research and asking Hylia for guidance, I realized that, at best, I can give people a jumping off point. But I can’t really write it for you, because it’s going to be different for everyone. So, below, you’ll find the jumping off pieces I wrote. These are meant to be modified, changed and expanded to fit you, your needs, and your relationship to Hyrule’s goddesses. I hope you guys like them.
Din: “I come before you, Din, Goddess of Power, to dedicate myself to you. When you lift me from my own darkness with your red arms, I will know it is you. When you guard my peace I will know it is you, and when you upheave it to expand my comfort zone I will know it is you. I pledge myself to honor and serve you, and to uphold your virtue within my capabilities.”
Nayru: “Nayru, Goddess of Wisdom, I have chosen this day to dedicate myself to you. Your wisdom knows no bounds and it is you who guides me. When there are truths to behold you reveal them, gently when they are difficult and sternly when I may ignore them. I vow to honor and serve you within my abilities and uphold your virtue.”
Farore: “Dearest Farore, Goddess of Courage, I come before you to dedicate myself to you. You give me courage and hope when I feel lost. You encourage me to step outside my comfort and to improve myself, but also remind me not to be reckless. I vow to serve you and honor you to the best of my abilities, and to uphold your virtue.”
Hylia: “Hylia, her Grace, goddess charged with guarding the Triforce, this day I come to you in dedication. You defended the Surface from Demise and his horde, and guided the Hero. So do you guide and defend me. As you helped the Hero grow and guided him to balance in the virtues of the Golden Goddesses, so you guide me as well. I vow to serve you and honor you within my capabilities, and uphold the virtues of the goddesses.”
The image faded, and a girl’s voice whispered: “Percy.”
At first, Percy thought he was still asleep. When he’d lost his memory, he’d spent weeks dreaming about Annabeth, the only person he
remembered from his past. As his eyes opened and his vision cleared, he
realized she was really there.
She was standing by his berth, smiling down at him.
Her blond hair fell across her shoulders. Her storm-gray eyes were
bright with amusement. He remembered his first day at Camp Half-Blood,
five years ago, when he’d woken from a daze and found Annabeth standing
over him. She had said, You drool when you sleep.
She was sentimental that way.
“Wh—what’s going on?” he asked. “Are we there?”
“No,” she said, her voice low. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“You mean…” Percy’s heart started to race. He realized he was in his
pajamas, in bed. He probably had been drooling, or at least making weird
noises as he dreamed. No doubt he had a severe case of pillow hair and
his breath didn’t smell great. “You sneaked into my cabin?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Percy, you’ll be seventeen in two months.
You can’t seriously be worried about getting into trouble with Coach
“Uh, have you seen his baseball bat?”
“Besides, Seaweed Brain, I just thought we could take a walk. We
haven’t had any time to be together alone. I want to show you
something—my favorite place aboard the ship.”
Percy’s pulse was still in overdrive, but it wasn’t from fear of getting into trouble. “Can I, you know, brush my teeth first?”
“You’d better,” Annabeth said. “Because I’m not kissing you until you do. And brush your hair while you’re at it.”
For a trireme, the ship was huge, but it still felt cozy to
Percy—like his dorm building back at Yancy Academy, or any of the other
boarding schools he’d gotten kicked out of. Annabeth and he crept
downstairs to the second deck, which Percy hadn’t explored except for
She led him past the engine room, which looked like a very dangerous,
mechanized jungle gym, with pipes and pistons and tubes jutting from a
central bronze sphere. Cables resembling giant metal noodles snaked
across the floor and ran up the walls.
“How does that thing even work?” Percy asked.
“No idea,” Annabeth said. “And I’m the only one besides Leo who can operate it.”
“It should be fine. It’s only threatened to blow up once.”
“You’re kidding, I hope.”
She smiled. “Come on.”
They worked their way past the supply rooms and the armory. Toward
the stern of the ship, they reached a set of wooden double doors that
opened into a large stable. The room smelled of fresh hay and wool
blankets. Lining the left wall were three empty horse stalls like the
ones they used for pegasi back at camp. The right wall had two empty
cages big enough for large zoo animals.
In the center of the floor was a twenty-foot-square see-through
panel. Far below, the night landscape whisked by—miles of dark
countryside crisscrossed with illuminated highways like the strands of a
“A glass-bottomed boat?” Percy asked.
Annabeth grabbed a blanket from the nearest stable gate and spread it across part of the glass floor. “Sit with me.”
They relaxed on the blanket as if they were having a picnic, and watched the world go by below.
“Leo built the stables so pegasi could come and go easily,” Annabeth
said. “Only he didn’t realize that pegasi prefer to roam free, so the
stables are always empty.”
Percy wondered where Blackjack was—roaming the skies somewhere,
hopefully following their progress. Percy’s head still throbbed from
getting whopped by Blackjack’s hoof, but he didn’t
hold that against the horse.
“What do you mean, come and go easily?” he asked. “Wouldn’t a pegasus have to make it down
two flights of stairs?”
Annabeth rapped her knuckles on the glass. “These are bay doors, like on a bomber.”
Percy gulped. “You mean we’re sitting on doors? What if they opened?”
“I suppose we’d fall to our deaths. But they won’t open. Most likely.”
Annabeth laughed. “You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. What does this place remind you of?”
Percy looked around: the cages and stables, the Celestial bronze lamp
hanging from the beam, the smell of hay, and of course Annabeth sitting
close to him, her face ghostly and beautiful in the soft amber light.
“That zoo truck,” Percy decided. “The one we took to Las Vegas.”
Her smile told him he’d gotten the answer right.
“That was so long ago,” Percy said. “We were in bad shape, struggling
to get across the country to find that stupid lightning bolt, trapped
in a truck with a bunch of mistreated animals. How can you be nostalgic
“Because, Seaweed Brain, it’s the first time we really talked, you
and me. I told you about my family, and…” She took out her camp
necklace, strung with her dad’s college ring and a colorful clay bead
for each year at Camp Half-Blood. Now there was something else on the
leather cord: a red coral pendant Percy had given her when they had
started dating. He’d brought it from his father’s palace at the bottom
of the sea. “And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve
known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”
“No,” he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”
She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”
She leaned over and kissed him: a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.
She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”
Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a
comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive
almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover
He remembered earlier in the night, when Piper had forced the eidolon
to leave his mind. Percy hadn’t been aware of its presence until she
had used her charmspeak. After the eidolon was gone, he felt as if a hot
spike had been removed from his forehead. He hadn’t realized how much
pain he had been in until the spirit left. Then his thoughts became
clearer. His soul settled comfortably back into his body.
Sitting here with Annabeth made him feel the same way. The past few
months could have been one of his strange dreams. The events at Camp
Jupiter seemed as fuzzy and unreal as that fight with Jason, when they
had both been controlled by the eidolons.
Yet he didn’t regret the time he’d spent at Camp Jupiter. It had opened his eyes in a lot of ways.
“Annabeth,” he said hesitantly, “in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace.”
“Her expression turned guarded. “Reyna explained it to me. But, Percy, you belong at Camp Half-Blood. That other life—”
“I know,” Percy said. “But while I was there, I saw so many demigods
living without fear: kids going to college, couples getting married and
raising families. There’s nothing like that at Camp Half-Blood. I kept
thinking about you and me…and maybe someday when this war with the
giants is over…”
It was hard to tell in the golden light, but he thought Annabeth was blushing.
“Oh,” she said.
Percy was afraid he’d said too much. Maybe he’d scared her with his big
dreams of the future. She was usually the one with the plans. Percy
cursed himself silently.
As long as he’d known Annabeth, he still felt like he understood so
little about her. Even after they’d been dating several months, their
relationship had always felt new and delicate, like a glass sculpture.
He was terrified of doing something wrong and breaking it.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…I had to think of that to keep going. To give me hope. Forget I mentioned—”
“No!” she said. “No, Percy. Gods, that’s so sweet. It’s just…we may
have burned that bridge. If we can’t repair things with the Romans—well,
the two sets of demigods have never gotten along. That’s why the gods
kept us separate. I don’t know if we could ever belong there.”
Percy didn’t want to argue, but he couldn’t let go of the hope. It
felt important—not just for Annabeth and him, but for all the other
demigods. It had to be possible to belong in two different worlds at
once. After all, that’s what being a demigod was all about—not quite
belonging in the mortal world or on Mount Olympus, but trying to make
peace with both sides of their nature.
May The 4th Be With You!! I don’t have the time for color because when I want to color it, I look for reference and I open one episode of Rebels and I start watching and never stop again…That’s must be the force in this show.
Here is one of my AU head canon.
If Anakin never turned to dark side, If Emperor is killed in EP03, if order 66 is never happened, if the jedi order won the clown wars.
Then, kanan - or he would only have the name Caleb - would still be a padawan until he became a jedi knight. And Ezra would go to Jedi Temple when he was very young and be friend with little Luke and Leia(They have the same birthday, don’t they?). Then the force let them met and became master and padawan as the same. They’d be the most funny and noisy duo and have the most questions together which made Master Windu headache and Master Depa cannot help smile. And even master Skywalker would admit they are more annoying then him and Ahsoka…maybe…maybe we should ask Obi-wan…
And maybe later when they have a mission on Ryloth and met Captain Hera from Ryloth Army and Sabine, Zeb, Chopper as her crew. They’d form a happy team and guard the peace and save the day forever.
Well that’s an AU never happened. But I can have my imagination!!
I sent you down the river, arms crossed over your chest, peaceful; stood guard on that rock like a siren using the absence of song to push you further away. And when the townspeople called me murderer, I smiled; lips full and red like a wolf eating her prey; I smiled in a way I knew you would’ve loved. Brother, how I miss you. How I still haunt the forest, barefoot, and howling my grief to the moon; how you swore you’d come home soon to lick your fangs with me – but I cannot sing you back to my side. Believe me, I’ve tried. It’s only ever me and this damn rock.
She pried me open and found my weaknesses
She spoke to me about my insecurities and accepted them
She made a disaster an adventure
She helped me find peace within madness
Every guard I put up, she got through
My smile started to reach my eyes again
My laugh was sincere for the first time in years
She gave me hope when I thought it was lost
And when I least expected it, she left without a second thought
I thank her for that. I will forgive, but I will never forget