The Cascades by Drew Brayshaw

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The Cascades by Drew Brayshaw
🤘 HOW TO DATE A METALHEAD .
TAKEN FROM THIS VIDEO .
❛ so what do you want to watch tonight ? ❜
❛ that’s not hardcore enough . ❜
❛ as a couple , i should get more into your interests . ❜
❛ you’re wearing my t - shirt right now . ❜
❛ your hair – oh my god , it’s so long . ❜
❛ can i straighten your hair ? ❜
❛ will you hold my beer for a sec ? ❜
[ aggressively drinks beer ]
❛ we’re a couple now ? ❜
❛ my life has changed so much since meeting you . ❜
❛ non - metalheads don’t get it . ❜
❛ i got them from hot topic . ❜
❛ i washed your vest . it smelt like beer and sweat . ❜
❛ i love you and i wanna know your music . ❜
❛ we’re on the love level now ? ❜
❛ oh my god i love metallica . ❜
❛ i think it’s time for you to go home . ❜
❛ you’re not breaking up with me or anything , i’ll see you tomorrow . ❜
❛ you stole most of my t - shirts ! ❜
❛ i’ll walk you outside . ❜
❛ and i want my hat back . ❜
❛ i cant pay for your uber . ❜
𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡
For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference! TRIGGER WARNING: N/A.
“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”
“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”
“You asleep?”
“I like this, being so close to you.”
“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”
“You’re so, so, so pretty.”
“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”
“You make my heart beat so quick.”
“You always know how to make me smile.”
“You’ll always be safe with me.”
[Kisses the other on the cheek]
“Always.”
“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”
“All my choices lead me to you.”
“I’ll never give you up.”
“I sleep better if you’re around.”
“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”
“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”
“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”
“I trust you.”
[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]
“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”
“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”
“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”
“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”
“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”
“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”
[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]
“I will never let you go.”
“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”
“You wrote me a song?”
“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”
[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]
[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]
“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”
“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”
“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”
“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”
“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”
“You’re cold. Come here.”
“You always do that. You always warm me up.”
“Stay.”
“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”
[Hugs for a very long time]
[Puts feet on the other’s lap]
“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”
“I love you.”
𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 // ???
Lo and behold!——once more they would come to be a savior; they, miracle-maker, playing no part in divine intervention as they happen upon her body all limp and bleeding on the ground. It leaves them shocked——astounded even. They would’ve thought fate impeccably cruel were they not then overcome by an almost unfathomable concern. It seized them, and when they once more came to their senses they were already kneeling at her side with eyes wide and hands searching. Awfully little time was taken in discerning the origin of the blood as it seeped from her person. The knowledge now beheld—that it was a gash, very likely intentional in its marking—only did well in furthering their worries. Was she being hunted? A low breath was taken and they pressed their palm against the ugly wound, beckoning their essence to do well and mend what has been undone at her side.
In the meanwhile, Orthra slips from their hand and unravels herself into grand form. Following the unspoken demands of her wielder, she lifts the body up unto her back as she now towered as a stag——all hellish, she looked to be made of gilded bones, with her antlers long and casting a shadow unto her skeletal skull. ❝Easy,❞ they chastized softly as they followed, standing unto their feet with hand keeping to where wound resided. Once the cut had at least been tended to enough to stop the bleeding, ah’Jhyen beckoned Orthra forward and the two continued further on their path——albeit at a quicker pace. If this stranger was indeed being hunted, it would do no good to stay here and let her be found.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 . dreaming of a land far north where rivers bisected the land , flowing like liquid jewels from snow-capped mountains . she was dreaming of a land where magical forests grew , dense with foliage & housed creatures that could only exist in ones dreams . she was dreaming of a city hidden within such forests & a moonstone castle at its center , its tallest spires stretching high above the trees . she was dreaming of el’tania , the home of the fae , the home she’s never seen .
saélihn often dreamed about her home , the land she longed to see , the land she will one day return to if she did not fail her quest . her dreams were always so vivid --- so real --- it was as if she was truly there , feeling the sacred earth beneath her toes & the jasmine scented breeze through her hair , which she could swear still lingered after she awoke . but it wasn’t real , just as this dream wasn’t real , & it was that realisation that startled the princess awake .
she jolted upwards & white hot pain laced through her side , knocking the breath straight from her lungs . for a moment she battles to keep conscious , breathing in large gasps of breath until the pain subsides & rational thoughts resumes once more --- for her to realise she is not alone . she tries to scramble away but once more that pain hits her fast & brutal & she cries out despite herself . her breathing once again under control , saélihn turns towards the stranger ; her brows lowered & teeth bared .
❛❛ who --- who are you ?? where am i ?? ❜❜
so i may or may not have made a city elf inquisitor ...
𝐌𝐔𝐍 𝐕𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄
i wish there was more ear options so i could give lihn her pointed ears , but i’m not complaining .
@wantedbest said : ' and here you are, living despite it all. '
living ... yes , she was living & not just in THE LITERAL SENSE . she was living her life --- LIVING IT THE WAY SHE WANTED , where she answered to no one but herself . she had never realised it before , how LITTLE SHE SETTLED WITH , never truly wanting for anything . for a hundred & fifty years saélihn hadn’t truly been living ; SHE HAD ONLY BEEN SURVIVING .
but freedom had opened up her eyes & she’s NEVER BEEN HAPPIER . she had survived those long , dark years & now she finally living her life . no matter the BURDEN SHE CARRIED .
❛ of course i am . this is MY TIME NOW & i won’t let ANYTHING GET IN THE WAY of that . ❜
❥ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 .
a list of my favorite one - liners from the website pinterest . feel free to customize as you wish !
‵ perhaps i’ll write a book of great shit i’ve done nobody’s ever noticed. ′ ‵ as god as my witness, i will never be a victim again. ′ ‵ i’m becoming less interesting. the world is noticing and so are you. ′ ‵ you are such a soft and messy thing. nobody knows how to take care of you. ′ ‵ with each passing day i can feel my potential melting away into nothing. ′ ‵ everyone thinks i’ve gotten better. i haven’t. i’ve just gotten better at hiding it. ′ ‵ i haven’t felt real in a long time. ′ ‵ i told my therapist about you. ′ ‵ and i’m plagued by childhood traumas. ′ ‵ you don’t need a reason to save people. ′ ‵ and here you are living despite it all. ′ ‵ i can do this . and even if i can’t , i have to. ′ ‵ i’m afraid of what i’ve become. ′ ‵ i’ll do this my way. ′ ‵ you’ll be just like your father. ′ ‵ i wanted to write down exactly what i felt but somehow the paper stayed empty. i could not have described it any better. ′ ‵ sometimes i have a way with words — sometimes words have their way with me. ′ ‵ some days, i feel everything at once. other days, i feel nothing at all. i don’t know what’s worse; drowning beneath waves or dying from the thirst. ′ ‵ don’t promise to live forever, promise to forever live while you’re alive. ′ ‵ you wear the kind of smile that would be cruel not to kiss. ′ ‵ in your hesitation i found my answer. ′ ‵ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ′ ‵ flowers will grow from by bones. ′ ‵ if i can still breathe, i’m fine. ′ ‵ you already know how this will end. ′ ‵ who am i? ′ ‵ i fought the war but the war won. ′ ‵ we’ll never be those kids again. ′ ‵ they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace. ′ ‵ they know you walk like a god — they can’t believe i made you weak. ′ ‵ a scar means i survived. ′ ‵ i was not made to be subtle. ′ ‵ my purpose is greater than my pain. ′ ‵ you will not choke the divine from me. i am my own god and martyr. ′
could you do me the favour of LIKING OR REBLOGGING this , if you’d be interested in interacting with an ORIGINAL CHARACTER with her own ORIGINAL LORE . i’m selective but i’m everything friendly !! —– love fox oxox
pain --- RED HOT SEARING PAIN laced through her as she took a step forward , a bloodied hand pressed flush against her side . an inch to the left & saélihn would have been GUTTED LIKE A FISH ; it was only thanks to a CENTURY OF TRAINING --- & perhaps a little bit of luck too --- had her twisting out of the way at the last second , saving everything vital but earning ONE HELL OF A GASH on her side . the wound itself wasn’t fatal but if she didn’t find a place to hide , where she could CLEAN & STITCH herself up , she will surely PERISH FROM BLOOD LOSS .
but that SAFE HAVEN was quickly becoming unlikely ; each step saélihn took her knees buckled & her body SCREAMED IN PAIN , causing her vision to splinter with white . the need to collapse --- to lay her head down & rest was so overwhelming , that her NEXT STEP WAS HER LAST . her knees crash down on the forested floor , the jolt sending a flare of pain shooting through her side & she bit down on her scream .
❛ SHIT ... ❜ she curses through gritted teeth , BREATHING IN DEEP to calm her racing heart . but her heart continued to pound , a CRESCENDO OF SOUND in her ears , & although she tried with each scrap of strength she had , UNCONSCIOUSNESS STILL CLAIMED HER . // @empyream | s.c
✨ ——— character question sheet.
▌real name. saélihn zyllana ▌real name. ^^^^ ▌single or taken. single ( verse dependent ) ▌abilities or powers. as she is a decedent of both dark fae & light fae , saélihn has the ability to use both sunfire & moonfire --- sunfire of the light fae & moonfire for the dark fae . she is also very skilled in hand to hand combat & a variety of weapons . her preferred weapons is a bow & arrow & her rapier . ▌eye colour. a very dark brown , almost black which she inherited from her mother , & despite the dark colour they are very warm . ▌hair colour. moonlight white , trait inherited from her father . ▌family members. mother & father ( both deceased ) , her grandfather ( the king of the dark fae ) her grandmother ( the queen of the light fae ) two aunts on her mothers side & one uncle who she has never met . ▌pets. a beautiful large , white stag that keeps her company during her travels . he’s from a species of deer native to el’tania . saélihn found him as a fawn injured by hunters as a child & nursed him back to health . these deer have long lifespans like the fae so they’ve been together ever since . ▌something they don’t like. injustices against the weak . ▌hobbies/activities. hunting , archery , sword play . ▌ever hurt anyone before. yes , quite a few during the years living with her grandfather but since leaving , she’s tried to avoid it . ▌ever killed anyone before. yes & she is ashamed of herself for doing it with ignorance . ▌animal that represents them. white jaguar . ▌worst habits. she’s very proud & will never admit to needing help . ▌role models. her mother & father . ▌sexual orientation. bisexual, demiromantic . ▌thoughts on marriage/kids. it’s never been anything she’s really thought about before , never had the chance to think about it . even after leaving her grandfather , she’s only thought about her task of breaking the curse & bringing her people home . marriage & kids are for the future when her people are home in el’tania . ▌fears. vulnerability , emotional intimacy , failing her people & never bringing them home . ▌style preferences. light travel clothing with minimal armour . ▌someone they love. her parents despite never meeting them . ▌approach to friendships. she won’t ever admit to it but she wants friends . in all of her 153 years , she’s never had friends . the only friend she’s ever had is her stag . ▌thoughts on pie. she loves sweets , pure & simple . ▌favourite drink. warm milk . ▌favourite place to spend time at. the small cottage her parents had lived in a forest hidden in giant territory . ▌swim in the lake or in the ocean. the lake , she hates the smell of the ocean . ▌their type. she doesn’t know what her type is but she needs someone that she can be vulnerable with & still feel strong . anyone that allows her to delve deep into her emotions & let them out is the kind of person she needs to be with . ▌camping or indoors. 100% camping . saélihn hates being indoors & she will always choose camping out under the stars over a stuffy room at an inn .
TAGGED BY: i am a thief
TAGGING: you.
out of the four realms that make up adrya , the fae have always been the smallest & since the great war their population has only gotten smaller . they have tried to keep their numbers up but reproduction has always been difficult for the fae . it can take a fae female hundreds of years to fall pregnant , if she ever falls pregnant at all , & having more than one is so very rare to the point of being impossible . this makes fae children so very precious & borderline sacred , as they are tasked with keeping the fae alive . to harm a fae child is to entice the wrath of the rest of the fae & you will be punished severely for the crime .
the summer storm CAME OUT OF NOWHERE & saélihn had been caught right in the middle of it . she had thought it was safe to retire for the night , seeking out a small , sheltered clearing , & had just begun CLEANING HER WEAPONS when the heavens open up . it dowsed her fire immediately & within moments she was ALREADY DRENCHED TO THE BONE . it seemed camping under the stars was out of the question .
so the princess set out for shelter against the storm , THUNDER CRASHING ABOVE HER & LIGHTNING LIGHTING UP THE WAY . it was thanks to the lightning that she found what looked like an abandoned fort . it wasn’t camping beneath the stars but at least SHE WOULD BE DRY .
she found her HAUNT FOR THE NIGHT in one of the rooms & she was in the process of removing her sodden clothes , when that FAMILIAR CHILL SHOT DOWN HER SPINE --- the hand of the lunar goddess trying to warn her something was here . a knife was in her hand FASTER THAN THE EYE COULD SEE , her state of dress forgotten . a potential threat against her life was more important than worrying about putting a shirt on ; she was still wearing her chest wrappings & pants , so she wasn’t completely STARK NAKED .
after a QUICK GLANCE AROUND THE ROOM saélihn launched herself up into the rafters above , where she crouched low & waited for the THREAT TO MAKE ITS APPEARANCE . // @odkulaan | s.c
Paralysing rage can still take hold of her, it seems: impossible to know when it will strike. It begins as desbelief and ends in sorrow, but in between those two phases her whole body shakes with anger.
Margaret Atwood, from “The Year of the Flood,” published c. 2009
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