Suddenly they came out into the open again and found themselves under a pale evening sky pricked by a few early stars. There was a wide treeless space before them, running in a great circle and bending away on either hand. Beyond it was a deep fosse lost in soft shadow, but the grass upon its brink was green, as if it glowed still in memory of the sun that had gone. Upon the further side there rose to a great height a green wall encircling a green hill thronged with mallorn-trees taller than any they had yet seen in all the land. Their height could not be guessed, but they stood up in the twilight like living towers. In their, many-tiered branches and amid their ever-moving leaves countless lights were gleaming, green and gold and silver. Haldir turned towards the Company.
`Welcome to Caras Galadhon! ’ he said. ‘Here is the city of the Galadhrim where dwell the Lord Celeborn and Galadriel the Lady of Lórien. But we cannot enter here, for the gates do not look northward. We must go round to the southern side, and the way is not short, for the city is great.’
( Appearing near you, taller than the trees, the God’s vibrant eyes search for life in the brush. His words echo through the forests, carry over rivers, and die to the mountains… telepathic, with only Pokemon hearing. He wishes to meet you all.
A/N; So this series went on hiatus for a while I apologise. I have been in a mood with it because I hit a block. However much encouragement from @rememberstilinski and @dumbass-stilinski has ended up with me posting it. I really hope that you guys enjoy it! <3
a mother can be a monster when she has needles for teeth and cuts your face open when she kisses your cheeks and then sews you back together, over again, because she braids your hair so tight it rips your skull like teddy bear flesh, (all soft from the lipstick skinned child love from your little brother, smelling of his baby spit and dust bunnies) but like I said you rip open.
you leak stuffing, and she spits her sour wine spit into your hair for not being able to keep yourself together,
when she tells you to bring your brother some milk for his nightmares and when you walk into his room he screams at your face. reverberating into a film noir, horror flick that teen hearts race to, secrete fluid to, you are the monster. you are the creature feature angry, wild eye boys overstep their bounds to at the drive in. you are the acre of corn maze kids are getting lost in on Halloween night, you are the yelp when the lights go out and he puts his tongue in. the fake blood is gushing, the twins are asking if you want to play. no one can tell the ingenue’s scream from some slut in a broken down truck.
your googly teddy bear eye is popping out by a rusted spring. you look like the black and white Frankenstein your brother cried to with your fathers hand keeping his twisting neck still. to make him a man. for the greater good, that loves the ready made microwaveable skin of young boys. and you big sister, taller than the tree he climbs, you let him fall now, your winter branches weak from the arthritic rain falling from crying stars with daggers in their white knuckles. heaven is poisoning us tonight.
who is protected? who is just lost? I’m asking because I see his pubescent emotions weigh on you like the Christmas lights flickering out beneath the heavy snow. our tree is naked and shivering, it’s leaves like impulsively cut hair falling across the cold mud flesh, and freezer burnt feet. you let him fall. you gave him scars. everybody always says you’ve got your mothers eyes, and you’re a monster
i saw it was @kixboxer‘s birthday when i got home from work today??? is that right??? and also that you wanted more howl’s moving castle AUs?? anyway, here is a gift
Victor puts a new color on the dial when they move house. Before the door was divided red, yellow, black and green, but now there’s a blue triangle as well. Yuuri isn’t going to ask about it, but when Yurio and Lilia are distracted with dinner and by Christophe begging for their scraps from the mantel, Victor pulls him away.
“Is everything okay?” Yuuri asks, Victor tugging him along by the hand. Yuuri hates it when he does so, drawing attention to how knobbed and crooked his fingers are now, the liver spots on his wrinkled skin, but he allows it if it seems urgent.
“Yes, of course,” Victor says, turning to him with a smile on his face. He gives Yuuri a squeeze when they get to the front door, and the arrow tick tick ticks to blue. “Go ahead. Open it.”
Yuuri looks at him cautiously, adjusting his tortoise shell glasses once before giving the door a gentle push. It opens to a flurry of cold, icy wind, snow whirling in around their ankles. The last time Yuuri had looked outside, it had been a balmy summer evening. Wherever this is, it is far, far away, much darker, much colder. Yuuri almost doesn’t notice as Victor unclasps his cape and wraps it around Yuuri’s shoulders, barely stops himself from reaching up to grab Victor’s hand again where it rests on his shoulder.
“Where is this?” he asks, taking a brave step forward. Victor is right behind him in nothing but a blousy top and the equestrian trousers he wears more for fashion than function. He doesn’t seem bothered by the cold at all, and the red flush that gathers at the tip of his nose, the shells of his ears is nothing but endearing.
“It’s where I grew up,” Victor replies. Outside they’re surrounded by tall, incredibly old pine trees taller than most of the buildings in Hasetsu, branches heavy with snow and glowing in the moonlight that peaks over the tops. Angry wind snakes its way through the pines, blowing at the cape around Yuuri’s shoulders, making the icicles overhead tinkle together. “C’mon.”
Victor keeps hold of his shoulders, presumably to keep the cape from flying away, even though Yuuri could very well clasp it. Yuuri doesn’t mind, secretly savoring Victor’s warmth that comes through the fabric somehow, magic maybe. They come into a clearing and before them is a frozen lake, and on the other side is a brick cottage. There is already a light on in the window, an inviting puff of smoke from the chimney. Overhead, the sky is clear.
“I don’t know what to say,” Yuuri says. His eyes suddenly hurt behind his glasses, and he pushes them up to take in everything a little more clearly. Who lives in that cottage? he wants to ask. Have there always been so many stars in the sky as there are here?
“Say you like it,” Victor says. “Please.”
“I love it,” Yuuri admits. “Why?”
“It’s yours if you want it,” Victor says. He’s brushing past Yuuri now and stepping onto the ice, enchanting his boots with blades. It’s like the first day they met, before Yuuri was cursed with an old man’s body and Victor had shown him how to skate across the frozen lake back in Hasetsu to escape the Grand Wizard Yakov’s goons. Victor had kissed his hand when they reached the opposite side of the shore where a small festival was happening and told him he had skated beautifully before disappearing into the crowds.
“I do,” Yuuri says, but something eats away at him. It’s too perfect. Victor reaches out for him on the ice like he’s still the young man he was when they first met like he remembers too, with a flirtatious veneer meant for someone more desirable than he is now.
“Then let me show you the cottage,” Victor says, bowing before him. His smile is even more radiant in the moonlight, head of hair like a halo collecting dew at the crown. It’s the same smile he uses to be polite, to distract others from his lies or lack of manners.
“No,” Yuuri says. The cottage looks too inviting, too warm. “You’re up to something. It feels like you’re showing me my inheritance in your will.”
Victor frowns, and it’s devastating how he doesn’t look any less handsome when he does so. “Yuuri, I’m just trying to make you comfortable.”
“For when?” Besides the wind, the forest is very quiet with so much snow. Yuuri’s shout comes out fiercer than intended. “For when you leave again? For good this time? You’re going to get yourself killed, and I, I know I can help you.”
“Yuuri,” Victor says again, wilting. “I don’t know what you want from me. A kiss, maybe?”
“No!” Yuuri says again, hands clenched at his sides, wrinkled, crooked, thin skinned. “Just let me help! Even if all I’m good for is cleaning and cooking and pretending to be your grandfather to get you out of trouble, even if I’m not beautiful–”
“You are beautiful,” Victor says with such conviction, like he means it. Yuuri sniffs, reaching for the glasses perched on top of his head.
“I’m getting cold,” he replies dismissively. He wants to go back to the castle, with Yurio and Lillia and bask in Christophe’s warmth and Victor’s smile, the real one, the sleepy one late at night as he bores Yurio and thrills Yuuri with stories of his adventures, the soft one when he takes the first bite of Yuuri’s pork cutlet bowls. The nice thing about getting old, he thinks, is that he doesn’t have much to lose anymore.
It’s summer and the air is thick with heat. It comes off the ground in waves, making you see things. That’s what you tell yourself, at least: it’s the heat.
In the summer, the world around you burns, and hardly anyone even seems to notice, anymore, even when the sun darkens in the cloudless sky, the night glows red, and you can taste the smoke.
A thunder cloud rolls in and you wait for the rain but it doesn’t come. It never comes.
You know a spot just outside of town where you can sit and see the Milky Way at night, but you don’t go there anymore. That’s not the only thing you can see out there.
Strange lights hover over Hanford at night. Everyone knows they’re there, but no one talks about them.
People say that more cars go into Hanford than come out.
You have a jar of Mt. St. Helens ash in your house. Everyone does. You don’t remember how it got there.
It used to get almost unnaturally quiet during the winter, when it still snowed all the time. It hardly ever snows, anymore, but it still gets just as quiet. Too quiet.
The patches of wilderness that grow by the rivers make you nervous. There’s thousands of stories about the things that lurk in there. You prefer the sprawling, sagebrush covered steppe, where it’s more difficult for things to hide.
A tumbleweed rolls across the highway. You don’t think twice about it until you remember that there’s no wind.
There are hills in the distance. There are always hills in the distance, but you never seem to reach them.
You find yourself engulfed as a dust storm covers the highway. As you pull over and wait for it to pass, you swear you can see things moving in there.
The windows shake and you tell yourself that it’s just the thunder, even though the storm has all but passed.
A/N - Requested by the lovely @datyugyummy! As I said when I first responded to the ask, as a tiny person I can’t relate to this one but I hope it’s good nonetheless~
Hey there~ could I request a reaction to Got7 meeting a REALLY tall fangirl? Super tall for a girl, like 1,85m (6'1")?
Mark: Mark would like seeing some taller fans, I think simply because they’re different. He likes people who have a certain difference about them that makes them stand out in a crowd and their height would definitely fit that criteria. He’d probably find them really cute too.
JB: I don’t think JB would care too much if a fan was taller than him. It might surprise him if the majority are short but he’d probably appreciate not having to bend his neck too long and getting cramp just to talk to them. He might not like it if he’s the one having to look up constantly though haha.
Jackson: Since he’s the shortest member, it’s definitely more likely that he’s used to meeting fans taller than him but he’d still feel a little disappointed that they were taller. He’d get all cute and pouty in front of them because of the height difference.
Jinyoung: Jinyoung would be shocked to see someone so tall but he wouldn’t really mind if they were taller or not. He’s probably just not used to seeing tall people on the regular outside of the members. He’d still love you though and might say “the taller the fan, the more they can love us”
Youngjae: Youngjae will be all smiles for any fan, tall or short. But he’d like the tall ones especially because he somehow finds himself getting along with them better than some of the shorter fans. He wouldn’t mind at all if they were taller and might actually find it pretty cute.
Bambam: I think Bambam would be cool if the fan was on the taller side but if they were taller than him, he wouldn’t like it. Be prepared for him to stand on his toes in photos just so he looks that little bit taller when standing next to the fan.
Yugyeom: I feel like it’s rare for someone to be taller than this tree of a boy but if you were a similar height or taller then he’d be pretty impressed. He’d probably enjoy being the shorter one for once, since he is taller than most of the fans he meets.
I love the altmer lore, giant cities that look like insect wings? Hell yeah. Giants that are taller than trees and have heads covered in eyes? Good shit. A massive tower dedicated to the spirits of their ancestors and the unification of their people? Mmm boy. Interesting organizations (that yes frankly are terrible, but still fascinating)? I just want more altmer.