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schattenwerfenkeineschatten · 2 months

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@scrivellc continued from x

❛ you hit me! ❜

He had barely registered what he'd done, the motion all too familiar that it was practically a reflex. She'd said something, kept pushing a very particular button, and before he could tell himself not to, remind himself that he was trying to be better...Orin quickly pulled his hand back, pressing it into his chest as he stared at Laelia. There was already a red mark blooming where his hand had made contact with her cheek, and even now there was still something so very satisfying about seeing a physical mark he'd made on someone. Even if he hadn't meant to, even if he realized he shouldn't have. The smart thing would have been to apologize, to explain that he hadn't meant to lose control like that, but Orin was never the type of person to make the smartest choice. He took as deep a breath as he could, but it was obviously shaky, adrenaline making him feel a bit lightheaded. "Yeah, I did, didnt I," he replied, brows knitting together. That was such a lame response, and he hated how perplexed he sounded. This wasn't a surprise to him! He knew how he was, but...he'd been doing so much better, and he liked Laelia so much. Why couldn't he keep his shit together? "I can't say I didn't mean to, but that was a dumbass thing for me to do..."

Her own voice, barely rising above a whisper, felt more jarring than the slap echoing through her skull. God, did she really sound so pathetic? Her mind, if she had one to begin with, couldn't have been all there. Why else would she say something so stupid?

How many times had she been through this song and dance now? And she still couldn't think of anything better to say? What a fucking clown.

She had no right to be surprised. She had seen it coming, edged him on. Was it any wonder she kept getting burnt when she was always playing with fire?

Some little part of her had craved the familiar sinking in her chest, the sting, the numbness, the release. It was the only way she knew to be close to him just then, the only thing that seemed to make sense. But she hadn't thought he would hit her.

Absentminded, fingertips touched her cheek, and her gaze wandered to the door behind him before flitting back to his face. There was no coming back from this, nothing he could do or say. He'd done it once, he'd do it again. The only reasonable thing to do was leave, as she should have done before things got ugly, and before she got attached. But she wasn't feeling very reasonable as she glared at Orin.

What was he doing, acting all confused? At least he had the decency to admit what he had done. But if he thought he could put on a sad face and she'd comfort him, he had another thing coming.

"Hit me again," she said, her tone somewhere between challenge and command. Did he really think he could scare her? With a little slap? Oh, she had plenty of fight left in her, enough for both of them. If he had started something he couldn't finish, that was his problem. "Come on, that's all you got?" she asked, giving him a shove. "Hit me, you fucking pussy!"

#🎭 laelia (moving shadows)#scrivellc #🧵 pretty ugly #domestic abuse cw #i hurt myself writing this 🥲#but we can have a little angst as a palate cleanser

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eldritchafterhours · 1 year

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Welcome to Our Abode!

Without having to say it, this is an 18+ mogai coining account, with many of the terms that we may coin or reblog being extremely nsft. So if you are a minor, click away now or you will be blocked.

Additionally, we will reblog and create other NSFT content, such as drawings, fics, imagines, and anything like that. If seeing that content makes you uncomfortable, please click away.

For those of you are still here, I hope you have a nice stay!

My icon was drawn by me while the banner is the tentakinkic flag made by @epikunpa (if you want to be untagged let me know)

Before getting into the tagging system i will be using on this blog, i would like to note that my main account is @eldritchnbinspace while my coining blog (co-run with a friend) is @mimiscoiningcafe!

Anyway, below the cut is my tagging system as well as any additional tags that i will use (will be changed as new things are added)!

Tagging System!

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Note: Any kink that is not mentioned here will be tagged, using the system that I have established [insert kink] / tw [insert kink] / [insert kink] tw / [insert kink] kink! That is why my tagging system more or less will be permanently a WIP because I never know what I'll reblog/have to add to the tags because I'm forgetful

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ispelexists · 2 months

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SHADOW MILK COOKIE AND 'THEATRUM MUNDI'

"The world's a stage, and the actors are playing their roles in it"

The idea of Theatrum Mundi dumbed down. It's a simple concept, that concludes that the life itself is a show, being directed by some supernatural force like for example god etc.

(If I'm wrong correct me, I'm not that much into literature and this kind of stuff)

This idea caused me to write down a few prompts for you pookies <3

🎭

The thing is, is that you have so many options with this, like... AHHH

English isn't my first language, I apologize for any confusion I might've caused by these

Here's some ideas/prompts for you guys:

💙 1. 💙

🎭) AU where Shadow Milk's corruption begun not because of the overwhelming power he had, but because he, as the 'Virtue of Knowledge' knew everyone's script after looking at them, and being distraught by that fact, or the fact that almost every Common Folks life ended with a tragedy, a murder (by the hands of the beasts, but he doesn't know that) which terrifies him.

He, being the only one who knew about it, would try to figure out what this tragedy was, or to change the fate, not knowing the cause of it, was himself and those he considered him the closest.

🎭) In the end he got so focused on that task, he didn't see his own slow fall, and when he noticed it in his comrades, it was to late. The only thing he could do was to accept his end, and join the other Beasts in wrecking chaos, and ending the whole ACT.

🎭 (In this AU, he can only see the key moments in everyone's life, like for example marriage, death, and other important things, he can't see everyday life of anyone)

🎭 (Also the only one's he doesn't know his script, that's why he doesn't know he would fall to corruption, you can say that he also can't see other Beasts since they're equal in power, but I think it works either way)

💙 2. 💙

🎭) A concept where Shadow Milk Cookie, freshly after his corruption, goes around either in a physical form or hidden withing the shadows, observing random cookies life, and having a great time laughing at the absurdity of the fact he can basically knows what's gonna happen next.

🎭) For example seeing a cookie buy something at the store, and him being able to predict they would trip in a moment, which they do. After observing, he would start to act out, to see if his actions can change the events that would happen next (Example: Making person A fall on someone else's garden, and the other cookie getting angry at them, which would change not only Cookies A script, but also Cookie's B) (basically 'Butterfly Effect')

🎭) This prompt would allow to explore how he might've acted freshly after becoming fully corrupted. Reason being I think, he wouldn't jump straight into seeking chaos, but testing the waters to see how far he can go before anyone (witches) try to stop him

🎭) (As an Ex 'Virtue of Knowledge' in this AU he knows every detail of everyone's scrip/life)

💙 3. 💙

🎭) This one is a prompt for an 'x Reader', 'x Canon' or 'x OC'. Basically Shadow Milk Cookie after he got released from the tree (of right after he got corrupted) and meets Insert/Name and Gingerbrave gang.

🎭)Here it could go 2 different ways (or more, but I just don't feel like writing them all):

a) He knew of I/N because of being able to see through Pure Vanilla's staff and falling for them in that way, but after seeing that I/N either has no love interest planned in the whole thing, or has some else, he's getting angry

(if you're doing pre-corruption Shadow Milk, then he can get just sad, and attempting to change the fate by simply spending more time with I/N, but after it hasn't worked, he just watches from the sidelines, as their beloved live in their fairytale, and get their happy ending with someone else (ANGSTSSS YESS))

anyways, coming back to Corrupted Shadow Milk Cookie. He would attempt changing the fate in more drastic way, and getting really pissed that it won't change no matter what. Feel free to interpret it as you will.

b) Also after getting free from that tree, while he knew of I/N from Pure Vanilla, after meeting them, he learns that in their story HE is their love interest, and being like 'Omg, my star, where have you been all my life 😩' or something idk, be creative lmao.

🎭

The art without the text 😘

#shadow milk crk #shadow milk cookie #shadowmilkcookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #shadow milk fanart #crk kingdom #crk art #crk fanart #cr kingdom #crk #art #cookie run kingdom #beast yeast #cookierun #cookie run

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snail-noodle · 2 months

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#they're all attractive to me i can't deciiiideeee #why meeee #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #shadow milk cookie #lotus dragon cookie #butter roll cookie #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader

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another-lost-mc · 8 months

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hi hi i saw ur 'shadow walking' post and i'm wondering now, what if mc also has a pact w karasu and azra, like how would they do the shadow walking thing w mc??(this isn't a reqs but like wdyt abt it? but if u don't feel like writing this it's fine, i hope you have a great day!)

-🎭 anon!

pact with Karasu 😍 pact with Azra 😍

oh, they'd both love shadow-walking. Azra wouldn't have to send one of his lackeys to tail you whenever you're in the Devildom without him, he could just shadow-walk with you instead. his shadow-form is really clingy and if he could get away with just lifting you up and carrying you everywhere, he would. he's very handsy too—the shadow forms of lust demons are no joke: the shadow version of himself wants you as badly as he does. his tail's going to be coiled around some part of you too, probably your arm or waist. his shadow-form can't talk which is typical, but he's capable of growling/purring.

it'd be similar with Karasu. he worries about you a lot, but he can stop monitoring you from a distance (as much) if he can shadow-walk with you instead. his shadow form looks menacing—his wingspan is huge. he uses it to his advantage to keep other demons from getting too close. he's not a very affectionate demon in public, but his shadow form feeds off his repressed desires and acts on them. he gives you lots of hugs and he nuzzles against you a lot. his demon form makes happy little clicking noises the same way Karasu does.

#jes.replies #my oc: azra #my oc: karasu

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tearskillstardust · 3 months

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helllooo dear,hope you're faring well,if not,i wish your days to become brighter as soon as possible!

I have come with a special request after witnessing your skill in writing, you're good at this!

It will include some mental stuff,not so heavy and dark though,fret not!

It's not so clear in my head either but,rather the reading being a friend of Lyney and Lynette,having have known them for a decent while.And on this fateful day,our reader who is already not so stable mentally, suffers from a panic attack in the corner of a gap between the buildings in the city of Fontaine.And as Lyney was passing by, noticing this,he of course,lends a hand because the reader seems to be in a very bad state.I will leave the rest to your imagination and powerful hands!

Take great care dear,and hopefully you'll be amused with this request<3

🎭 MASQUERADE OF MASKED VICES... lyney

—gn! reader; blood and slight gore, very slight. angst with no comfort. reader-centric.

—summary; lyney is the one person you never thought would snatch your sister away.. but when he does, can you come to forgive him?

You staggered in your steps—head spinning as you sauntered alone.

Fontaine was always the land of mysteries much beloved, and you had always been used to the world's truest shades having grown up as the child of a spy. A few summers of sword dance and mastery over secrecy you joined the Fortress of Meropide yourself, and had seen numerous mysteries confusing and gruesome alike—but none could shock you any more than this one did.

The pictures were as clear as could be, Charlotte would never lie, nor would she insist so much for your attention should it be inauthentic—then why did you find it so hard to believe your eyes? Even Clorinde stepped back at your outburst then, more confused than scared.

'Is he still your family?', she asked, but no love, he was so much more.

It was clear as glass, it was him. Lyney the great magician had finally fallen and shown his colours, but when you never doubted him for even a second, how could you come to suddenly accept this?

He was a child of the House of the Hearth, this much you knew. You had watched Arrlechino from shadows and sidelines through rains and summers, and almost always knew their next five steps—always staying in the lead. You knew to keep a beloved one out of trouble but to think Lyney would go so far almost threatened to make you throw up.

The report and dead body flashed in your mind.

Wriothesley's frown deepened until it could no more. Clorinde's shouting came to you on the loud wind as she pushed back reporters and citizens who dared to breach the limits of the crime scene—but regardless of how many sensations you were feeling in the moment, none could hope to tether you back into your body. It was helpless moments like these when you felt like a puppet watching from behind mechanical eyes, dancing endlessly in life's petty show. Blood pooled beneath you, flowing endlessly with the endless rain. And she rested there, the young girl who you promised to protect with your own life. Her eyes weren't closed, you had to gently pull the shutters down for her, for pale red eyes to find eternal peace. But then a sigh prised her mouth open, and strangely enough, she seemed more like your own corpse than anything, and you felt like bringing your own gun to your head and to end this show— But Clorinde refused, and the masquerade continued.

'It's clear whose hand was behind it.' Clorinde said, gently placing her gloved hand on your shoulder and you retracted further, crying and shaking. 'I can't bear it,' you said, violently shaking your head as though suddenly the truth would change. 'The boy I looked after for six years...' you choked out, your hand instinctively coming up the rest against the table and you leaned in further, unable to stand on your own feet. Clorinde remained silent, though the upset look in her eyes was evidence enough of her own intention. Her baritone voice reached out to sever your sobs, 'Yes. He has killed your sister. And now you must— 'No, he has not!' you shouted, yanking her hand off and slamming the door shut in her face. No he hadn't because I wouldn't believe it. I could not believe that I had been so stupid to believe that just because I spared Lynette's life once, he would spare my sister too. You thought, but merely rushed out until you reached somewhere no one would ever reach, where no one would find you crying.

These quiet alleyways were always the most dangerous, you knew, but who did you have to fear when the biggest killer you knew was your once brother?

Unable to walk further due to the unbearable pain in your chest, you sucked in a deep breath and staggered inside the alleyway, stopping to lean against the walls through closed eyes.

Suddenly, pale red eyes flashed into your memory.

'Promise, you'll always protect me?' the young girl asked, innocently extending her pinky. You stared slightly confusedly. It was a funny sight—the girl was seven, you were eleven. Both dirty and barely on the edge with breads in your hands; but even then you nodded quietly, extending your own pinky which she linked with her excitedly, her soft laughter ringing in the quiet night. You blushed then, slightly and unnoticeably, moved by the fact that you made someone happy.

You sobbed loudly, unable to stop the onslaught of tears as you sunk further into the ground. Your shoulders shook with the motion, but you found yourself choking back a cry when a shadow loomed over you.

'I'm sorry,'

He was sorry.

You laughed, 'You're sorry?'

Lyney's gaze shifted from your tear-stained cheeks to meet your eyes.

'A killer is never sorry. Bet you loved sucking the life out of her, didn't you?'

Lyney frowned, 'She was like my sister too, I really loved Cher—

Your gun against his head, hands circling his throat, body pinning down his own—he suddenly understood all the boundaries that weren't present. 'Do not take her name with your filthy mouth.' You seethe, voice cracking and shaking with anger.

'And what do you suppose I should have done when she came between a crossfire of the Fatui and the guards?'

Anger danced in your eyes, 'What would you have done if it were Lynette, you asshole? Stabbed her to death?'

Lyney flinched at your tone, 'She was already shot thrice when I found her. I wanted to save her but—', he stopped abruptly, hesitating to get the words out.

'But your sister was at priority.' You finished for him, nodding. If you could cry tears of blood you would, but sad and hurting you could only clutch his neck tighter, just enough to make him splutter slightly.

'Answer me, coward.' your voice reduced to a deadly whisper.

He frowned slightly. 'She wouldn't have lived, y/n.' he answered, voice soft until it could lower in pitch no more. 'I could bring her to you, but she handed me the blade. Asked me to end it.'

Tears fell on his cheeks from your eyelashes as you tried not to break in front of him. 'And you ended it? Because her life was only her own? Because I wouldn't have mattered, right?'

'And would it have been better if she died in your arms? Would you have rather watched the life drain out of her?' he asked right back, voice as frail as your own was.

'I wanted to wish her goodbye, you moron,' you said, harshly shaking his collar as the gun fell out of your hand and you fell against his chest, crying uncontrollably. 'I wanted her to know I was sorry. That I remembered her,'

A tear slipped through his own eyes but he found it difficult to speak any words of consolation when the blood was on his hands. A killer was a killer, whether or not he meant it.

You rose again, gaze red with anger. 'Why don't you fight back?'

'I have guilt in me, regardless of what transpired y/n.'

His gaze almost seemed apologetic from your position above him, but you did not have much time to dwell on it when blood again flashed into your vision and your breathing suddenly seemed constricted as you fell at his side, clutching your chest in extreme pain.

His eyes widened, 'Are you, wait is it a— shit, here,' he said, stumbling on his words as he sat up next to you and pat your back, rubbing it. You coughed out, trying to take deep breaths but the blood pooling underneath you wouldn't leave your vision. Your tears increased as you tried to calm down but to no avail.

'Y/n? Can you hear me? Hey?' his voice seemed more and more distant as time passed. Holding your head in your hands you tried to rise but fell right back with a stagger, a loud clink of metal falling resounding in the alley.

And Lyney did not have much of a choice when you suddenly fainted, nothing he could have done other than taking your body into his arms and rushing to the one place you had once regarded as home.

'Is she alright?'

'She is much better, yes.'

Sigewienne's soft voice greets you to consciousness, Clorinde's familiar lavender purple coming into vision. The pale blue walls were familiar and you quickly recognized Neuvillette when he came into view.

'I hope you're much better now, y/n.'

You nodded, trying to sit up but Sigewienne eased you back into the bed. 'Don't rise,' she warned softly.

Neuvillette nodded back at the affirmation before sighing. 'Madame Clorinde certainly seemed quite upset about finding you in the cold of the Fortress. Defenseless and unconscious at that. I do hope on her behalf you would be more careful about your duties from now on.'

Careful about my duties? You thought but answered in the affirmative regardless and the Iudex left and then followed Sigewienne at Clorinde's request.

She then placed your gun next to you, gold lined and marked with an eagle shape—your division's symbol. You cautiously looked up to find her staring at you with a sharp gaze. Sighing then, she tiredly looked down. She shuffled closer to you. 'Will you now tell me what actually happened?'

Your gaze refused to turn towards her even though you weren't angry. Upset and disappointed, never angry. Struggling against whatever would've been right, you sat up on the bed as Clorinde put pillows behind you to ease you into the position.

'Nothing, I just fainted.'

She seemed unamused. 'I saw that. I also saw that you weren't already in the Fortress. And I also saw Lyney leaving.'

You eyed her from the corner of your vision. 'Why are you asking if you know already?'

She sighed, for once showing any true emotion with her wilted posture and upset eyes. 'I just hoped you'd stopped holding on to that boy and his sister. They'll never be your family.'

Never be my family. Hating how true it was you wished to disregard her words, but knowing how true it was you could only lower your gaze.

You turned and stood, with a protest from Clorinde who pushed you back on bed only for you to rise again. 'I'm fine,' you told her, slowly walking over to the balcony that provided a pristine clear view of the city. Even from this height, you could spot a small board in the distance, its charm inescapable—Lyney and Lynette's magic show—but cruelly deceptive in nature nonetheless.

It was where you met these orphans first, and they had since become the source of your tears. You had forever regarded Lyney as the source of your security, the only one to whom you could entrust your sister's safety. You always saw him as your trusted friend, a close person whom you would always share your thoughts and opinions with. But now that the faith had been breached, you no longer had any reason to stand with him and let his crimes be lost to the wind.

Lyney had been trusted for far too long by far too many—every sinner must know that his curtain call shall come.

A small colourful explosion caught your eye, and if you were any more delusional you would've almost thought that the magician clad in red responsible for the nuisance had turned to stare at you. Your gaze hardened.

You turn to Clorinde.

'I know where the House of the Hearth keeps its smuggled drugs.'

And you knew there was no turning back when she smiled.

hmmmm... i think the anon wanted a more fluffy approach but i felt like sending lyney to jail lmao

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #anon <3 #genshin impact lyney #lyney #lyney and lynette #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney genshin

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softlyspector · 1 year

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Hi Becca, I hope you're doing well!

I'm embarrassed to send you this ask because it's a personal request. I'm sure other people experience something similar, but yeah.

So, my birthday is on Friday, and it's usually not a good day for me. I usually end up feeling really lonely and have a lot of other negative feelings. I was wondering if you could write a drabble or have any thoughts about any of the Moon Boys comforting and trying to make their girl's day special?

Again, I totally understand if this doesn't click for you, and you can ignore it if you want to. - 🎭🌙

Happy birthday, anon! Here's just a tiny lil thing for you. I hope you have the best day 💕 thanks for always being a positive light in my inbox 💜

"Happy Birthday, mi amor," Jake says.

You feel something lurch beneath your lungs when he crosses the room with a tiny tiered cake, a single burning candle in the center of it.

When he sits it in front of you at the kitchen table, you feel a lump form in the back of your throat.

Unlike most birthdays, it's a good kind of choked up.

"You didn't have to, Jake," you say, looking up at him. The candlelight shimmers, casts his features in shadow and light.

"We wanted to," he assures, moving to sit next to you. "Now, blow out your candle so I can have some cake."

You roll your eyes, a sudden burst of affection rolling up from your belly. Birthdays were usually solemn, lonely affairs. You'd been planning to ignore it altogether.

But this was better, having this moment with Jake. "C'mon," he urges again, his tone slightly worried. "We - Steven - got you a present and everything. Cake's gotta come first though."

"You got me a present?"

"Steven," he corrects again. "Me and Marc weren't allowed to help."

You laugh at that and loop your arms around his neck, squeezing firmly. "Thank you, all of you."

"It's nothing," he says, one warm hand against your spine.

"It's everything," you kiss his cheek. "Really."

"Your cake is gettin' wax all over it, cariño," he points out, looking a bit flustered with your attention when you pull back.

Smiling again, you turn to the cake and lean forward to blow out the candle. You don't make a wish, not certain you can push for better luck.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #moon knight #🎭🌙 anon

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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Hey, I wasn't able to be here for the request period, so may I request some calliope and caliborn hcs?

-🎭 anon

Ohh... my weakness- Of course I can! I'd love to write for them in the future too so here's my ideas on them (As there isn't much content for them, probably due to their nature as I learned when writing this.)

Allow me to indulge in brainrot ;p Your anon name makes sense! Hope it's long enough-

Yandere! Calliope + Caliborn Concept

Pairing: Flushed❤️/Pitch♠️ (Hard to categorize when it comes to Cherubs)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Rivalry, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Sadism, OOC Cherubs at times, Possessive behavior, Mentions of "NSFW" (not actually, it is to Caliborn), Restraints mention, Forced relationship.

These two are the complete opposites of each other.

Yet they both also share similarities, such as a passion for drawing and delusional.

They're both intense for two different reasons.

Calliope is overbearing and delusional while Caliborn is sadistic and overbearing (along with delusional).

The two would be an issue to be around be them sharing the same body or separate.

For this I'll focus on them both separated.

Let's start with Calliope.

Calliope is certainly the nicer of the two.

She's delusional and often fantasizes about you.

Calliope is very passionate about her obsession.

She'd write fanfiction and create drawings of you and her Trollsona.

Calliope struggles with her obsession as her kind only really feels pitched for others.

Despite this... when she meets you she can't help but pour all her fantasies onto paper.

She hides things away from you for now but she certainly has a stash.

Calliope would be clingy with you and very delusional with her views.

When she sees you she clouds her vision with the fantasies she's created about you and her.

She believes you already love her and simply haven't said anything.

Even if you told her you don't like her she still uses her fantasies to stay all cheery.

Calliope would rarely wish to leave your side.

She's obsessive and often wants to try more flushed things with you.

Her kind is incapable of reproducing in such a way but she tries to mimic it with you.

Oh she really does wish she was a troll...

That way even if you were human you and her could properly have a relationship.

She'll probably follow you around everywhere to note new things down for her fanfiction and art.

Calliope would soon even show you all the work she made of you and her to show how she feels.

She loves you and hopes you'll see the adoration she has for you an accept her!

Even if she can't quite feel flushed, she would at least like to try friendship and go from there!

Then there's Caliborn.

Completely different from Calliope.

The idea of being flushed or even friends to him is naughty to him.

As a result, he'd be harsher with you.

He likes to put you through sadistic games.

Caliborn likes to make you hate him, often playing with your emotions to see your reaction.

He sticks closer to the Cherub's Pitch relationship behavior.

He's clever and arrogant, often teasing you just to mess with you.

Caliborn is much more possessive and a bit less delusional than Calliope.

Caliborn sees your little "relationship" as a game and you as a toy.

He's certainly the darker yandere of the two.

He's threatening at times and sometimes uses flushed behavior to "torment" you.

It's not very tormenting to you, everything else he does is though.

Despite the fact Caliborn wants you to "hate" him, he doesn't want you to leave him.

In fact, he won't let you leave him.

He plans to shadow you just like Calliope in a clingy fashion.

In fact, Caliborn loves to be dramatic around you, often mocking you at times just to have you express your hatred for him.

Caliborn also gives you art, but it's of... questionable quality.

Seriously, you have no idea what he gave you.

He claims it's NSFW but you have... no idea-

Calliope is someone who wants to experienced flushed feelings for you while Caliborn falls more into pitched.

When they're one body it's chaotic but somewhat easy to manage.

You can tell who's active by their cheek and eye colors.

When green you expect to be smothered by affection, when red you expect to be toyed with for your emotions.

They never want you speaking about the other.

When Calliope is active she expresses distaste and irritation at Caliborn's name, asking as politely as she can that you don't utter it.

She shows more annoyance when she sees you crying or upset because of what Caliborn did.

Caliborn hates you mentioning his "sister", wanting you to focus on him.

Trying to make him jealous, are you? Don't bring her up. He may just make things worse.

When the two are in separate bodies things get worse.

Now the two are fighting each other in an attempt to garner your attention.

You're flooded with mixed messages and views and odd gifts.

Calliope wants you to love and pay attention to her while Caliborn wants you to focus on hating him.

It often becomes Calliope trying to keep Caliborn away from you in fear he'll harm you while Caliborn doesn't want Calliope taking his "toy".

The two may come up with the idea of "cuffing" you to them.

If they're a singular body then you'll have a cuff on your wrist attaching to them.

Then you're essentially forced to play along.

If they're separate?

Both hands are cuffed to a different cherub... and your even more stuck.

Calliope and Caliborn express the two different behaviors a yandere can have.

Smothering/affectionate... and cruel/destructive.

Together the two may be bearable.

You may be able to deal with them if there's balance.

Yet alone they're just as bad as one another.

They're intense, obsessive, and bad to be around.

You'll either be smothered by affection or swallowed by an overwhelming hatred.

This is what makes the cherubs interesting to write.

They're both two extremes.

There's no sharing when it comes to them either.

They'll fight and argue because they both want you.

The two will keep tugging and pulling at you for your attention... all because they want you to themselves...

Up until you break, one way or another.

#yandere homestuck #yandere calliope #yandere caliborn #yandere cherubs #yandere homestuck x reader

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pinespittinink · 1 year

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“I’m about to open my mouth to say something—to ask where his mother is now, or about what he remembers from all those years past, when something shifts among the shadows of the wings. The only light source between those tremendous dark dividing curtains are the faint industrial lamps high above among the catwalks and railings, but their light seems so far away, barely penetrating to the floor.

An eerie sensation itches at my spine, and I feel the urge to turn around for a moment, despite the fact that there is nothing behind me but exposed brick and mirror and the makeup counter.

I do not turn around, and a willowy figure steps out from the shadows into the amber light.”

[introducing...]

🎭🥂ꕥ ARIEL ꕥ🥂🎭

@saplingdraws did this lovely commission of Ariel from The Great Glavenisean Theater, and I’m so thrilled with how it came out!

I’m in the process of implementing my line edits and some ending tweaks to the first draft, but I’ll be putting out a beta call by the end of April, so keep an eye out!

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

TGGT taglist 🎭 Ask to be added or removed!: @sentfromwolves @cabaretofwords @antique-symbolism @muddshadow @florraisons @flowerprose @bebewrites @hysteriwah @the-void-writes @carrotblr @tananaphone @mr-writes @monstrousfreedom @phantomnations @inkingfireplace @saphoblin @theskeletonprior @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @perasperaadastrawriting

#writeblr #the great glavenisean theater #writing community #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #art for me #oc: ariel #original art #idk what my commission tag is #how about just #commissions #lmao #anyway #tggt excerpt #my writing #is midnight the right time to post this? probably not who gives a fuck

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thedarkcircuswritings · 2 months

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Heya, can I get Shadow Milk Cookie headcanons as a husband with fem!reader?

Being married to you would be the best thing in his world. Shadow Milk planned all of the wedding for you, but golly, seeing you in that beautiful wedding dress that day still takes his breath away. He feels like the luckiest man alive as he stands at the altar with you, making sure the cookie making this official doesn't screw this up. He puts a blue-gemmed bracelet on your hand and you put a golden one on him, and when it's time to kiss the bride, he immediately pulls you in, blue strings appearing around from behind you as he then dips you down for a passionate kiss. Living with Shadow Milk will also be somewhat of a luxury. While he's out tormenting cookies and working in the theater, clown cookies come to your every beck and call. You're like their queen, as you are also Shadow Milk's. When he's able to come home, he'll easily sweep you up off your feet, cover you in kisses, and he'll do whatever you'd like from there. Witches above, he's so lucky to have you. Marriage almost isn't enough, as Shadow Milk hopes that one day, he can bake his first child with you.

#🎭shadow writing!#Listen idk how cookies do rings #they have no FINGERS #so uhh marriage bracelets!#shadow milk cookie #y/n cookie #reader cookie #shadow milk x fem!reader #fem!reader #fem!y/n #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oneshot

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schattenwerfenkeineschatten · 4 months

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unexpected guest (Bahorel, sorry to them in advance lol)

@scrivellc sent " unexpected guest " for my muse to find their muse asleep in mine's bed, injured and exhausted, after having broken into my muse's home.

A soft metallic jingle as key met lock unceremoniously and without much tenderness. After a few clumsy pokes in the dark, the door showed itself forbearing and gave way.

Home was a place not unfamiliar to Bahorel. He knew the address, the layout, where everything was... Hell, he was friendly with the landlady and most of the neighbours. But to say he lived there might have been an overstatement.

He had people over sometimes. It was not unheard of. He enjoyed cooking. When the mood took him, he even slept there. But he never managed to hold still for long. More than anything, it seemed, he was perpetually passing through.

Yawning, he shrugged off his coat and kicked off his boots before shuffling towards the kitchen to treat himself to a late-night snack.

With his hunger assuaged, there was only one thing on his mind. Another yawn, and he began to strip, entrusting his clothes to the floor one by one, before finally dropping into bed.

His eyes had barely fallen shut when they grew wide with the troubling realisation that his bed was not empty.

Now, ordinarily, Bahorel was happy to share. Except... he was quite certain he had come home alone.

After careful consideration, Bahorel did what any reasonable person would have done in his situation and started up with a high-pitched, half-choked, "What the fuck..?!"

#scrivellc #thaaanks #i had way too much fun writing this #🧵 welcome home #🎭 bahorel (moving shadows)

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melestasflight · 5 months

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Holiday Silm Prompt Fest

✍ Taking writing prompts for December!

Send me a Silmarillion 🎭 character(s), or 👬 relationship (any type), and/or 🌄 place + 💡 one of the prompts below along with 🚫 any DNWs.

great beauty has been wakened into song

silences yet unmoved

all the secret thoughts of thy mind

filled with wonder and delight (Elrond/Celebrían)

call upon her name out of the shadows (Aredhel/Eöl)

crowned with the Sun (Galadriel/Celeborn)

haunted by monsters and shapes of dread

love would lead me (Argon & Lalwen)

met never again until many ages were past

in the youth of their days

graven in the memory

to dwell or to depart

I shall break my heart (Fëanor&/Fingolfin)

through sorrow to find joy

no other home (Fëanor&/Fingolfin)

as a naked flame (Aegnor/Andreth)

their hearts were stirred (Aegnor/Andreth)

only as a rumour

without the counsel of any

an oath of abiding friendship

bearing greetings from the King

as they journeyed night came upon them

winter there was cold (Fingon/Maedhros)

still hope may seem bright (Idril & Tuor & Eärendil)

things strange and beautiful

some fair dream (Fëanor & Míriel)

there was now no returning (Maglor & Maedhros & Fingolfin)

quick to anger and to laughter

swore allegiance

glad in the midst of battle

in ages uncounted and forgotten

Bonus: You can send me your favorite Silm phrase/passage instead of one of the prompts on the list.

#prompt list #holiday prompts #inspired by polutrope's silm phrase prompts #feel free to use this for your own writing #celebrian is not in the silm #but she counts

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ninadove · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Let’s go!

1. Shadow Strike [Miraculous Ladybug, WIP] 🦋

“We have to get the brooch back,” Adrien said, his voice cracking. “So he can’t do this to anyone else.”

His lack of hesitation took Felix by surprise. When he finally looked back at him, there was something new in his eyes — something that vaguely resembled hope.

“Will you help me…?"

Adrien looked off into the distance, trying to muster the same confidence and strength he had as Chat Noir despite feeling like a lost kid.

“Of course I will. We’re doing this together.”

Or what if the kids actually shared basic plot info with each other for once?

Our baby. The one I was just editing before stopping to answer the ask. I’ve never felt this motivated to write anything in my life ever and it’s entirely thanks to you love (@paracosmicfawn). 💜

2. Sometimes It’s Worth It All To Risk The Fall [Miraculous Ladybug, one-shot] ⚔️

Based on this writing prompt from @writing-prompt-s and @feather-of-argos:

A woman from a foreign land is sentenced to die but is allowed to choose the method of execution. As per the laws of her land, she asks to die in honourable combat against the King's knights, armed with a wooden sword while the knights have real weapons.

It's been 24 hours since the execution started and the King is running out of knights... So he sends for his nephew.

My first Feligami fic, written and edited in a six-hour-long fever dream. Probably the darkest thing I will ever write, but because it’s me, you know it has a happy ending.

3. Avant-première [Miraculous Ladybug, one-shot] 🎭

Guilt deformed Felix’s traits as memories flooded the room, suffocating them both. Nevertheless, she needed to press on — for his sake, for hers, for everyone’s.

“That night, with Red Moon…” The name felt awful in her mouth, like a bitter taste she would need to get used to. “You didn’t lose Marinette. You just weren’t looking properly.”

She reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers together.

This next step would make or break them.

Got sent to Tumblr jail (shadowbanned) THE DAY of the Representation premiere.

So, instead of screaming random thoughts in the tags and hitting my mutuals on the head with analysis posts, I got to work and wrote the Feligami fluff I want to see in the world.

4. La nuit, tous les chats sont gris [Miraculous Ladybug, completed] 🐈‍⬛

In which the Cat Miraculous grants Adrien much needed freedom — even if he's not the one wielding it.

A two parter for our PV/Black Cat Felix AU! 💜

Sometimes I reference video games. Other times I reference French literature. It’s about the range.

5. In Vino Veritas [Professor Layton, officially a one-shot but not really] 🎩

After days of avoiding conversation and a few beers to build up her courage, Emmy opens up to Clive about her love life.

Part of my "The Lucky Ones" AU, where Clive gets the mental health support he needs in time and Hershel becomes UF's main antagonist.

Really, this will be a chapter of a much longer fic once I actually write it (it’s been on my to-do list since 2019).

And yes, it’s Clemmy. I love Clemmy. Clemmy is my life.

Passing it on to:

@consistent-chaos-corporation

@dragongutsixofficial (this is your cue to write the rest of the Edeleth+Thanzag polycule fic, and to share your drabbles about the Hresvelg siblings)

Anyone who wants to participate! 📝

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solar-synapse · 4 months

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🌒⭐️💬 🎭

(I am only somewhat sure I got all those right have fun sol~)

🌒 - Do you prefer Sun & Moon to be separate animatronics or share the same body?

I think if I was going to write a more canon-typical AU, I would write them as animatronics sharing the same body. The tension in their relationship is fundamentally tied to how unequal their control is over their shared body, and that's something I would want to dig into in my own writing, but I love seeing other people write them as separate animatronics too.

In my existing AU's, I've done both! The boys in Star-Crossed are twins, but they're very different individuals. In the Silt Verses crossover, they're two aspects of one god. So I guess my answer is both. Both is good.

⭐️ - Favorite AU character design?

If you asked me this three days ago, I probably would have said the Fairweather Fool, but now I'm looking at some of these proposed Digimon evo line designs and sweating over Sun and Moon's mega fusion.

If we're talking about other people's AU designs, hands down, it's gotta be Dusk and Dawn from head-in-the-icloud's Royal Jesters AU. They're just so appealing.

💬 - How would you describe this AU to a friend who wasn’t in the DCA fandom?

Both of the AU's I am actively working on are already so far removed from DCA fandom, they lend themselves really well to being read by people who aren't familiar with the source material! I have a couple friends who have read and enjoyed Star-Crossed who aren't in the fandom. I'd honesty just summarize the premises.

Star-Crossed: Sun is the Seelie court jester, well known and well connected, but in political decline. In order to bolster his waning popularity, he has written an ambitious stage play, a tragedy between star-crossed lovers that is certain to satisfy his fans, if only he can find the perfect actor to step into the protagonist's role. That's where you come in.

You are a sidhe seer searching for someone who was taken to faerie many years ago. In exchange for passage to faerie, you sign a contract with Sun agreeing to perform in his play. However, his twin, Moon, doesn't quite buy your story or the convenient timing of your appearance. Faerie is a treacherous place. He suspects there is someone working in the shadows to sabotage his brother's career, and you are his prime suspect.

TSV crossover: It's been generations since your people's god was outlawed during the religious wars that codified the legal faiths. Your rural, largely agricultural village is struggling to modernize, until a man from the city in a purple suit arrives one day with a tantalizing offer: a newly rebranded god of sunlight and celebrations, guaranteed to help your crops flourish in a way the pesticidal gods never did.

While the village elders and elected council members jump at the opportunity to expand in a new direction, one that promises increased opportunities for religious tourism, you pay the new god little mind, until it becomes clear you've caught his eye. However, the attention of a god isn't necessarily a good thing, and it seems Fazco hasn't been entirely transparent about this god's original aspect.

🎭 - Tell us one cliche/trope you love in AUs and one you dislike

Love: Enemies/rivals to friends/lovers. Bonus points if they were friends before they became enemies too, so you have a friends to enemies to friends/lovers reconciliation arc. Listen, I love a ship that makes me work for the payoff. The more baggage they bring to the table, the better. Messy people make for interesting stories.

Hate: Love at first sight and/or stories with pacing that doesn't give sufficient time for realistic romantic development to take place before characters start making dramatic life-altering gestures for their love interests or choices that go against their established natures. I'm an aromantic who loves ship fic, but nothing makes my romance repulsion flare harder than this. Just start in media res if you don't want to write the build up.

#solsyn speaks #ask meme #I tried to be brief in my responses to each ask but there were several so this got a bit long!

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manofmanymasks · 3 months

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The Man of Many Masks

I would like to introduce you to my main deity. The Man of Many Masks is a very personal deity to me. I've only ever worked with a masculine face, so I refer to him with he/him. However, he contains multitudes, and I'm sure there are parts that use any pronoun you can think of. Some people may see him as a concerning deity to work with due to a lot of the verbiage he uses to describe his domains or the fact that blood can be an appropriate sacrifice, at times. He is not an easy God to work with, but he makes me feel fulfilled and like I am not alone in the way I am. I hope you can appreciate him as much as I do and consider integrating him into your practice. He has certain aspects that encourage plural folks to seek him, I believe, and have listed it as a domain of his. I don't see it as "he causes plurality" and much as he is and protects those who are plural.

Domains:

• Concealment, Deception, Doubt

• Multitudes, Plurality, Reflections

• Protection by way of hiding, information and knowledge for self protection

• Paranoia, Anxiety, Instinct

Prayer Marks

The graphic is not all exhaustive. These are just what I've figured out. Learning the language of your God is the hardest part.

[Image id: bluish-white digital drawing on a black background. 8 symbols are labeled. From the top, left to right: "greeting" is a chin shape with a single line to the left inside. "Knowledge" is the chin shape with a triangle inside, pointing upwards. "Doubt" is the chin shape with 4 lines inside. Furthest left is a sideways J. Next is a short line above it. Next is a long line that goes past the top of the J. Next is a short line, shorter than all the previous. "Change" is the chin shape with a downward pointing triangle in it. "Mask is a chin shape with an oval near the top and 3 lines below it, making two eyes and a nose. "The Self" is a complicated mask. 6 vertical lines point from the chin, and are matched across the center line. The lines descend into the chin like steps. There are two off-kilter Xs in the free space on either side of the lines. "Rejection/Punishment" is the chin shape with an X in it. "The Other" is the chin shape with a total of 5 lines. One is in the center and goes about halfway down. Two on either side are a little lower but the same length. In between each line is a very short dash, making eyes. End Image id]

Communication

• Mirrors or Pools (srying)

• Tarot (masks)

Suggestions

The Man of Many Masks is very internal. Communication is often through you. The relationship tends to be very transactional and distant. This deity is very personal to me, and this guide includes a lot of UPG.

Emoji associations

Any face, but especially: 😶‍🌫️🥸, 💦👤🐢🦚🦎🍽🌑🌚💧🌬🌫🎭🪞🪟🚿♒️🆔️🔹️

Ways to worship/devotional acts

• Therapy: Shadow work, Self-Reflection, IFS, Working with the idea of different selves in different situations

• Religious: Prayer Marks and prayer, Mirror scrying/Water scrying, reading Tarot, meditation (especially for reflection)

• For systems: internal communication, switching intentionally, striving for functional multiplicity. Striving to understand roles and triggers. Not disclosing status to others to keep yourself safe.

• Art: Community Theater, acting/voice acting, Role-playing or "being someone else." Making or printing masks. Writing/representing the self through characters.

• General life: Self Defense Classes, Home Defense Classes, not just "how to defend" but "preventative measures." Hot showers. Keeping animals that choose to hide or disguise themselves. Wearing earrings or other bilateral clothing/accessories that doesn't match. Protecting your information (not just regularly changing passwords, but not disclosing more than necessary to coworkers, bosses, Teachers, landlords, strangers etc. They are not your friends and they do not need to know.)

Correspondences:

• Objects/Concepts: Masks, The Self, Deception, Names, Multitudes, Mirrors

• Animals: Turtles, Chameleons, Octopi, Cuttlefish, Snakes, Peacocks

• Plants: Bee orchid, Lithops, White dead nettle

• Crystals/Gems/Rocks: Pyrite, Fake gemstones (think craft store gems), Metamorphic rocks, cubic zirconia, zircon, moissonite, glass

• Elements: Water/Air

• Celestial Body: Neptune

• Numbers: 2 (masks in the comedy/tragedy masks, representations of the self in a single mirror), 3 (minimum to not be a singularity or duality, but multiple.), 10 (average numbers of alters in a system)

• Scents: Lemon, Bergamot, Green Tea (alertness), Vanilla (Safety), coconut (protection), Rain or Ocean (water)

• Colors: Gray-Blue, Blue, Mirror-Green, Gray/White

Offerings

• Foods: Cookies or other foods shaped like something else, ie. Heart cookies, gingerbread men, braided bread, meatloaf Man.

• Burning Appropriate Incense or Colored Candles

• Mirror (dedicated, with Prayer Marks drawn onto larger mirrors), Masks (make them, display them, wear them, use mask shaped soap, etc etc)

• An array of one kind of object's variants. One of each color of a candy, a set of tabletop dice, a bunch of different novelty erasers. Show Multitudes through objects.

• Any listed correspondence can make a good offering

• Shredded documents. You could even blend them and make them into clean new paper.

Transaction/Ritual examples

• You want to know if you can trust someone. You set yourself in front of a mirror and begin meditation. Draw the appropriate marks on the mirror if large enough, on a chalkboard, paper, tablet, etc if not. Appropriate Marks may include "Knowledge" "doubt" "mask" "the self" "the other" and directional indicators like arrows, joining symbols like circles, and other grammatical symbols. Keep your face visible. When you feel sufficiently connected and like he is with you, pray and commit your offering. This should be appropriately scaled to the task at hand: consider current distance of relationship, social standing of target, and how guarded they may be. Once the offering is complete, scour your face for changes, and interpret accordingly. Consider the language of the deity, and what his communication may mean. This Ritual may be helped with steam, smoke, or other concealing things between you and the mirror.

Altar/Shrine Ideas

• Appropriately colored flowers, especially the correspondent flowers. If those are difficult to get, Fake flowers are not only acceptable, but encouraged.

• Mirrors

• Masks. Black, blue, or green masks, especially ornate ones. Any representation of the theater masks are also acceptable, and if they have meaning to you, can be used.

• Chalkboard, Whiteboard, second mirror for writing on, etc. These are important for your Prayer Marks. Choose something you can wipe off (dry or wet erase work. Wet erase is good if you plan on leaving it until next time.) Unless you're okay replacing your sketchbook from time to time.

• Candles. Blue or green. It may be hard to find candles that are the correct color with the correct Scents you want.

• Incense. See above Scents. Finding an appropriate holder can be an exciting devotional activity.

[Img ID: blue-white digital drawings on a black background. From left to right: a circle labeled candle. A long, thin rectangle labeled "mirror." Above this is handwriting that says "mask is on mirror, glued to top." Below is handwriting that says "optional incense" and below that is an upside down house shape labeled "chalkboard." To the right is another circle, assumed to be another candle. An arrow points towards the mirror and says "The mirror has a metal frame that swirls. Flowers are woven in." End Image id]

#pop culture paganism #pc paganism #my faith is strongly inspired by the silt verse because im an introject of an OC in that universe #paganism #deity #deity worship #deity work #actually plural #plurality #osdd system #osddid #religion tw #sorry for tagging mental health tags but hes helped me come to terms with my plurality and as a plural protector god i'd like to offer him #to any pagan systems #parker.txt #the man of many masks #devotional

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