Does anyone in the pin group actually trade or just collect?
I'm on the lookout for Maleficent, Scar, and Minnie Mouse right now, and would love to see what people have FT/S.
I'm looking for official and fantasy pins.
IntroductionMy name is Cahlia Riadalgi di Salvori. Or, I used to be, at least.Introduction by Vahildr
I was the last of the di Salvori legacy, and the only one to become a Knight.
In this world, Knights are sworn to protect and to serve. They are adventurous and willing to face danger, even at the cost of death.
It took me three years to become who I am now, trapped in this strange place they called the Clockworks.
Three years of hard work, bloodshed, friendships made and broken, and the knowledge that a single mishap could ruin my chances of being like them.
The day I received my armour was the day I ended the di Salvori line. I gave up my name to become a protector of the small.
It was the day I'd promised myself that I would reach, and as I received each piece, I could feel the energy radiating from within my heart and very soul.
As a Knight, I swore to protect those who couldn't defend, like the ones who did the same in my time of need.
I made a promise that day.
A promise to never look back.
Zim the Steam Cat It was a fine morning aboard the Airship Castillo. The sun was bright, skies clear and the winds fair. It was the perfect day for one airship cat to find a spot of sun and curl up for a nap. Had, of course, the captain not suddenly disappeared.Zim the Steam Cat by Vahildr
Zim the Steamcat was an adventurous fellow. He was grey and white, with green eyes and a knack for getting into trouble.
His greatest adventure, however, was when he rescued the captain all by himself.
It started as a normal morning; Zim got up, stretched and yawned, and hopped up onto the captain’s bed for their morning game of ‘Find Flit’.
What he didn’t expect was for the bed to be empty.
Zim crawled under the blankets and jumped on top of the pillows.
But no Captain.
He jumped down off the bed and walked out of the room to search the rest of the ship.
Mess Hall? No. Boiler Room? Nope. Navigations deck? Not there.
Zim flopped down onto
The Three Tzarvenas of the Underground KingdomsAs told by the Former Tzar of Russia-turned-dragon, Vozhak Zvezdochet.The Three Tzarvenas of the Underground Kingdoms by Vahildr
For the past hundred years, I have waited for the day when the Tzarevna of the Underground Kingdoms would be set free. It never occurred to me that it would be in the form of the youngest son of a common boy.
I suppose I should introduce myself. Zvezdochet, at your service. I – at one point – was the highest advisors to the Princesses, but then my brother took over and cast us all away – the three Tzarevnas and their attendants to the Underground Kingdoms, me to the Darklands, cursed as a dragon.
But that’s another tale for another day. You – I’m sure – want to know of the boy that saved the Princesses. Ivan (his brothers Gregory and Misha were useless. Couldn’t even move a simple rock). That’s where this story begins.
As the last-born son, Ivan was the youngest. He was a clumsy boy, twig thin and a b
Playing the MelodyThe first time I saw Emma Tamirov, it was from a distance. It was before everything went crazy.Playing the Melody by Vahildr
I had decided to spend a night on the town, visiting one of the bars I often frequented and just having a generally quiet evening.
I had decided on the Angle, a place I enjoyed not only for the drinks, but for the music and the people. I had called Kanton, hoping he’d take up the offer, but so far, he hadn’t shown.
As I waited, I held a bottle of a microbrew that the Angle was famous for. I watched the musicians as they performed. For the most part, they were good. Mostly guys playing guitar and singing.
But then? Then she appeared.
Red hair, black dress, icy blue eyes. She held a violin in one hand, the bow in her other, and when she stepped up onto the stage, she lifted the instrument so it rested underneath her chin.
With a smile, she lifted the bow and pulled it across the strings. Her fingers flashed and I found I was mesmerized by the voice that sang it what I would come to
CatI crouched down in the grass, paws stepping lightly across the soft dirt.Cat by Vahildr
Ghost and Ice had taught me a few of their Clan’s fighting moves, and I was ready
to test them out on Rowan.
The orange-and-purple tom in question was playing with a cat-nip mouse of his, not really paying attention as he bounded around the backyard.
I smirked slightly, lunging towards him and jumping. I landed lightly on his back, claws unsheathed, just to keep a hold on him.
With a surprised hiss, Rowan jumped. Realizing it was me, he tumbled forwards, landing so his larger form pinned me to the ground.
“Third time this week, Cahlia,” he meowed, touching his nose to mine. “Give it up, you won’t be able to get me.”
I grinned, a look of amusement in my bright green gaze.
He had no idea.
I thought back to what Ghost and Ice had said. If your opponent is larger and they have the advantage, act as if you are giving up. Fall limp and they’ll let their guard down.
FirstWe sat in the truck, simply talking.First by Vahildr
He had parked in an empty lot, turned off the truck, and now we sat in the truck bed, watching the stars and simply talking.
I sat leaned against him and Rowan had wrapped his arms around me in a hug from behind. I closed my eyes in contentment, smiling at the warmth of being loved by him.
One of his hands strayed to my now unprotected side. I jumped when he started tickling me, a look of amusement on his face.
I twisted away. Or, attempted to, at least. He still had a hold of me, and that made escaping difficult. I batted his hands away, eyes dancing in an amused-annoyed glare.
After a bit of struggling and shifting, we somehow ended up with me lying down, head resting on his arm, and his free hand running through my hair.
We sat in silence, the only sound being us breathing quietly.
I closed my eyes again, almost lulled to sleep by Rowan's gentle movement.
Moments passed, and I noticed Rowan had stopped scratching my head. I opened my eyes questio