#I imagine the castle has a massive library

[jabbers-wild-world]

((Awyeah bby golden!)) Belos was currently searching for his nephew, not because the boy was in trouble but because he had a surprise for him, he had been behaving very well and good behaviour should be rewarded after all

Child Verse Asks | Always Accepting!

The six-year-old boy was currently curled up in a cozy spot in the castle library, minding his own business mostly, with at least three stacks of books around him. And.. these weren’t really children’s book, but considering the intelligence of the child in question, that wasn’t entirely surprising. Really, it was the subject material that was likely to be a problem.

For Hunter had found stacks and stacks of books, regarding Grimwalkers. Not necessarily about how to make them, but quite an expansive collection of legends about them. A fourth stack of books rested at his left, all books he’d already finished, and those were ones regarding diplomacy and politics, as well as military strategy and the history of the Boiling Isles. But the one in his hands now.. only a couple dozen pages or so in, was a large tome regarding Grimwalkers and their history. And he was fully engrossed in it.

He was so small in the large armchair in the corner, remarkably small for his age, but the fact was that he was highly intelligent, and of course.. that intelligence led to curiosity, and curiosity, especially regarding the wrong subjects, was very much a problem around this castle. When his uncle entered the library, Hunter hardly even noticed. Perhaps a brief twitch of his ear to acknowledge the sound of someone arriving, but his eyes never left the pages of the book.

#;; the golden boy (hunter) #;; the littlest scout (child verse) #uh oh #he’s definitely finding books he shouldn’t have #I imagine the castle has a massive library #and a pretty decent collection of books about Grimwalkers #but I imagine that after something like this #Belos hid all of those books away to keep Hunter from asking questions

[alizalayne]

books of year ‘23, but only the ones that weren’t rereads and that I had something to say about. Text is written out below the cut. Please recommend books to me!!

Scales and Sensibility by Stephanie Burgis

when i saw this being recommended to me on scribd i sent it to my friends along with the word YESSSSSSSSS about 80 times. This has palpable Diana Wynne Jones insanity which is very exciting to me. The romantic lead is so boring but he’s not important; what’s important is the main character’s batshit physical transformation and its consequences. This book also triggered a personal ephiphany that i’d been setting myself up for for years, which is a little bit happenstance but I’m glad it happened while listening to this as an audiobook on a hike.

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Lonely Castle in the Mirror by Mizuki Tsujimura

I’ve read a few books with a similar tone and goals but most of them do not feel as sincere, or they get preachy in a way this does not. I am a massive sucker for narratives about going and coming back to magical worlds (pre-isekai boom), like coville’s unicorn chronicles or barker’s abarat. they’re the most effective to me when they do what this is doing: telling an empathetic human story. One thing I really appreciate about this book as a mental illness narrative for younger people is its willingness to tackle the idea that someone’s terrified inner voice can be incorrect, or it can reflect reality accurately— some people do have a reason to be excessively scared. I think there’s a tendency when tackling this concept, especially for child readers, to tell them that their anxieties are silly and illogical, that of course no one is trying to hurt them. But that’s not always true. I appreciate that this story is able to question the main character’s assumptions about other people’s evil intentions while not questioning that her feeling of fear is real, while simultaneously acknowledging that similar pain is felt by kids going through abuse. I think I would have preferred a smaller cast or a longer book with more exploration of the other kids.

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Earthlings: A Novel by Sayaka Murata

another very empathetic mental illness book, but much more disturbing. the main character’s worldview is alluring because the narrative paints reality in such a bleak way. If it didn’t force a sense of perspective on you, it could be a document that starts a cult. It’s very accurate to some experiences that I have had and things i have heard people say while in dangerous situations that involve religious behavior.

It’s very difficult to challenge the type of thinking this explores because each brick that builds a wall between someone’s mind and the rest of reality can seem like a reasonable brick. but when you look at the whole wall you can’t understand how such small and normal things as bricks could seal someone up inside and swallow them. This does a good job of showing you its challenge without being cruel. I’m glad I read it.

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What Once Was Mine: A Twisted Tale by Elizabeth J. Braswell

official goth retelling of disney’s tangled, I had to see what was going on in there but it was pretty boring, worth the $0 price of library admission for rapunzel having evil moon hair that fucking kills you

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Cutting Teeth by Chandler Baker

NO EXPLANATION FOR WHY THE TODDLERS STARTED TO CRAVE BLOOD. WAS HOPING DRACULA WAS BURIED UNDER THE PRESCHOOL BUT NOBODY LETS ME HAVE ANYTHING AROUND HERE

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Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

I’d never read this before. Soooooo fun

fucking GET HIMMMMMM GIRLLLLL YESSSSSSSS!!!!! KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Declamation on the Nobility and Preeminence of the Female Sex by Henricus Cornelius Agrippa, edited by Albert Rabil Jr. 2007 edition

I cannot recommend this text enough if you are insane like me in pain like me (english literature major). Imagine that you are the princess of Austria and you’re bored of mummifying your husband’s heart and you decide to buy the man who would become arguably the world’s most famous wizard. this happened in real life. And what he decided to do was kiss her ass with his entire mouth. To that end, he wrote a torturously funny ted talk about how god made women better than men. Here are some reasons: women don’t drown in water because they’re fatter than men, but when women DO drown they do it face down so no one will see their boobs. Menstrual blood cures epilepsy and depression and can extinguish fires (????). all eagles are female (?????) and god created women last so he had tons of practice by then. This is the holy grail of bitchy footnotes. So many of these are just “he made this up”. It’s so fun!! And it’s helpful to remember that people have always been making shit up.

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honorable mention: I read through the letters of Saint Hildegard of Bingen and I have to recommend this to everyone alive. I think she was in lesbian love so hard that that’s why she she wrote that shitty letter to the pope. but what do i know. she is also about 80% of the reason we know anything of what medieval medical knowledge was among women in europe. She also documented a ton of natural science.

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The Crone Wars by Lydia M. Hawke

Now i have to admit i didn’t read all these. I did read the first one but this author’s priorities just don’t really align with mine, since these are ultimately straight romance novels. However, I wanted to show how long the series goes and what the titles are because I think they’re really fun. It was very cool to see what YA sensibilities look like with a 60 year old protagonist. This main character really reminded me of Usagi from Sailor Moon, which as a massive freak about sailor moon is not something I give out lightly, and I kept imagining events from this book as drawn by Riyoko Ikeda. After spending a little time with it, the manga panels just sort of happened in my mind and i recommend the experience. I do still want to draw some scenes from it sometime.

#did not include things by friends or friends of friends because it felt very strange to lump those in with usual reading

[zvahl]

when season 3 was still coming out I was convinced that when Zane kidnapped Emmalyn to help him research his weird fragment thing/Irene/whatever they were eventually going to end up stumbling back upon Malachi's abandoned castle in their travels. And thinking about it now it still makes perfect sense to me.

Malachi is very specifically about 900 years old - this is an age that comes up again and again as being around when Irene was still doing her thing and wandering about helping people. One of the big obstacles the modern day MCD characters deal with is that there is so little information there is on Irene and the divine warriors and all that - and what does exist is frequently destroyed or hidden.

But then there's Malachi's castle, which, as you may remember, has a metric fuckton of books in a stupidly massive library. All of these books are presumably from around the time Irene was still alive. Everything inside the castle also seems to be in almost perfect condition despite centuries passing, it's basically a big ole time capsule - a gold mine of primary and undisturbed sources.

It doesn't even have to be Zane and Emmalyn specifically, it would so cool if Aph and the gang eventually revisited the location - maybe give Malachi some relevance again since they deus ex tree-magic'd away the only interesting thing about him?? Can you imagine. Do you understand me do you see the potential can anyone hear me

#z. #minecraft diaries #i just love malachi ok

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

In response to an earlier ask, about the traitor traitor au where babey tries to hurt them as much as she can and then takes off to harrenhal.

Maybe it’s just me but that is nowhere near petty enough, especially for a freshly scorned and betrayed babey who has done everything she can for her family just to find out they were gonna try and get rid of her, just for some sex that’s to dark to see.

Just imagine babey being like okay bet, then immediately hightailing it on cannibal back to kings landing to petition for a divorce, she doesn’t even care if she gets it but she’s sure as shit gonna announce all of daemon and nyras dirty little secrets to the court, even putting on the waterworks to really drive it home. There was speculation around rhea Royces death, not anymore, laenors mysterious death, not so mysterious now, all the bastard children that people are forced to ignore, vizzy t can’t ignore the words from his daughter and their aunt who lived with them. When they ask her if she’s needs a moment, she can just top the whole thing off with their plans to kill her so they can marry, branding them as almost kin slayers. Babey isn’t playing games anymore, she just flipped the board and set it on fire for good measure because hell hath no fury like a Targaryen woman scorned.

She would never stoop to the level of slaying her own kin, but no one said anything about not obliterating the blacks standing across the entirety of Westeros, as well as any chance of nyra and daemon getting the throne. The throne room is so silent you can only hear babey quietly crying and Alicent comforting her, Criston fist pumping in the hallway, Otto just came in his pants because this is the best thing that could possibly happen for the greens, vizzy t defending them because he’s misogynistic, but everybody knows that there is no way in seven hells that nyra will ever sit the throne now because this juicy gossip will travel the continent is seconds.

Now that she’s thrown them and under the bus and backed it over them a few times just for good measure, she can drive off to her happy ending. Babeys pettiness and spite has singlehandedly made the greens win before Viserys even died and he’s to scabby and crusty to even notice, plus there is no way the lords of Westeros would support the blacks now. Babey is now heartbroken, as well as being a divorced, deflowered and possibly pregnant woman in Westeros, she’s ruined. Otto would suggest that she marry aegon to strengthen his claim, but the look he gets from everyone in the room is enough for him to shut up, no way did she just escape daemon just to marry aegon, even alicent wouldn’t let that happen.

From that darkness an angel appears, the overlooked second son of viserys who drinks his respect women juice every morning, the male wife aemond Targaryen. Babey marries a green because that’s just kicking daemon while he’s down. But we all know he would treat her right, the dutiful son who has been saving himself for marriage just so he wouldn’t dishonour his future wife, who loves himself an older woman. He’d fall on his own sword if he ever upset her. Babey eventually falls for him because he’s so respectful and kind but would also spank and choke her if she asked. And they live in their own castle away from the drama, it would have a huge library and massive gardens, just perfect for babey because aemond would give her the moon if she asked for it. They’d have lots of children, probably wouldn’t stop having them until they had to become you know how horny babey gets. And they live out the rest of their days together with their children and dragons, also where cannibal barely tolerated daemon he loves aemond, why you might ask, simply because fuck you daemon.

Lol oh my GOD, Babey's goin' NUCLEAR in this one! AAAAAnd she's a cougar, reeee-OW. I fucking love this, and would legit read the HELL out of it. Oof, my babies Rhae and Daemon stand absolutely zero fucking chance.

Althoooough, Aemond's like maybe 13 at this point. We'd have to wait a few years to get that MARRIAGE happenin'. Freaks me out to think he's like technically 17-ish, I think? Pretty sure he's supposed to be 12 during the Ep. 7 stuff, and we're approx. a year on from that as of right now. But that's cool, we can wait!

EXTRA POINTS if we can murder Aegon II and like, get Aemond on dat throwwwwne. He'd radiate BDE in the hot seat, lemme tell ya.

UNFFFF. Yes. Put a crown on it, ride it on the throne.

AMAZING! Thank you so much for this!

#fanfiction comments

[barakittens517]

PT. X: The End

Summary: In which the lost has, at long last, been found.

Words: 2,237

Warnings: n/a

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral reader

Notes: holy shit we finally made it :') massive shoutout to anyone that made it this far! hopefully i'll be posting a *refined* version of this on AO3 soon. mucho mucho love to all of you <3

Tag List: @ponyboys-sunsets @i-am-not-a-raccoon-anymore @memento-mora @freedomsofdream

The way back to the Dreaming is silent. Morpheus heads straight for the library, leaving you in the throne room alone. It’s quiet- too quiet. You wait a moment before sneaking in after him. The dream lord doesn’t notice as you duck behind one of the bookshelves, tiptoe-ing quietly towards Lucienne’s desk. 

This is the second time you’ve eavesdropped on Morpheus. You have a quiet moment of reflection for the fact that you have never overheard good news. 

No matter. Once you figure out how the hell to get back to the waking world, you’ll never have to worry about Morpheus or Lucienne or anyone ever again. 

“Ezra may have been a dead end,” Morpheus admits. “The Corinthian is gone, so what power would he have here?” 

Lucienne tilts her head towards his coat pockets. “My lord, he’s not entirely gone.” 

Morpheus pulls the tiny skull from his pocket, holding it at a distance like some scene from Shakespeare. “You cannot be serious.” 

Lucienne nods. “It is the last of him. If you destroy it, you’ll be destroying everything he had an influence on. Including them.” 

“Not all of them,” Morpheus corrects her. You had been taken from the Dreaming, unfinished. You shudder at the thought of being reduced back to what you were. At this rate, you’d be better off destroyed entirely. 

“I think you should speak with them first, my lord. Whatever choice you make will directly affect them, permanently.” 

“I think…”

You miss the rest of their conversation in favor of putting yourself as far from the dream lord as possible. To exist is one thing, but to make him choose between The Corinthian and you?

The answer is obvious. 

You know the dream lord is proud of his creations, and assume destroying The Corinthian was something akin to an unforgivable act. It had been hard enough, watching him crumble to dust in the auditorium. 

There was at least hope, with The Corinthian, that he could be made again- better, stronger, even kinder perhaps. 

But with you? You, with such a cruel joke of purpose, and you’d spent over a hundred years being quite the opposite of a perfect partner. What use is there in starting now? 

You follow the cobblestone path outside of the castle, walking as far as your feet will take you. You take the time to bargain with your conscience- dying is the best you could wish for. It will hurt, but it will be temporary. 

And Morpheus will be better off with someone new. A completely different blueprint, a brand-new dream that will never have known life as a weapon.  

Gods, what a nightmare. You had to give The Corinthian credit, if only a little. You never imagined your purpose being so world-changing. Say you had destroyed Dream of the Endless? What would have happened then? 

You’re so caught up in thought that you don’t even hear Morpheus calling after you. The city is far behind you, and looking down you find yourself standing in a field dotted with pink carnations. 

Fiddler’s Green. 

“Ellis!” Morpheus calls again, and he’s next to you in an instant. “What are you doing out here?” 

“Getting one last good view in, I guess.” 

Morpheus sighs. “It does not have to be the last.” 

“It does. It does, ‘cause I’ll be damned if I make you pick between me and him,” you snap. “It’s not fair.” 

You sit with a huff down in the carnations, folding your knees to your chest. Another magnificent sun is setting over the hills again. 

Morpheus quietly sits next to you, watching as you pluck the nearest carnations to bits. 

After a few minutes, you stop and sit still. “Can I see the book again?” you ask. 

Morpheus pulls the hardcover book from his coat and hands it over. You leaf through the pages once more, looking for your rough draft.

You had hoped to see what you were meant to become- one last look before the end. And there you are, unfinished. The lilies in the column still make your stomach turn. 

Morpheus watches you carefully, quietly. The sunset has cast a rose-gold hue onto everything, and he’s struck by how beautiful you look. His own creation. 

The moment is ruined by the sound of tearing paper. You’re careful to avoid ripping out the other pages, but it isn’t right to have your failed existence in a book of proud accomplishments. 

“There,” you say, handing the book back to Morpheus. He’s speechless. “Now you can start over, right?” 

You’re overwhelmed by a sense of freedom, and of the end. This is it for you, and you should be allowed such an act of bravery. 

“Ellis, that’s not-”

“Start over,” you interrupt. “I’m serious. Make somebody perfect from the start. And maybe don’t leave ‘em unfinished for too long.” 

It’s a joke, but it still stings. If Morpheus had never left, who's to say you wouldn’t have had the perfect life? 

The skull in Morpheus’ pocket feels like it’s burning a hole through his coat. There is so much he wants to say, and so little a chance that you would even listen. You’ve already made up your mind. 

He pulls the trinket out anyways, watching your jaw drop in recognition. Frustrated, you play it off like another joke. “You could even make him your partner.” 

“I want you.” 

The words hang in the air between you, tinged with an endless yearning. Your heart flutters at the thought of what might have been. 

“I can’t stay like this,” you say quietly. 

“Then don’t,” Morpheus replies. His grip tightens on the skull, and a large crack appears to split above the jaw. 

You reach for his arm, panicking when he squeezes even harder. “Dream, cut it out. You’re scaring me.” 

“I do not mean to scare you. This is not a difficult choice for me, Ellis.”

“And what, I don’t get a say in it?”

“You do not have to stay here. But at least let me do this for you.”

“Okay,” you say quietly, releasing your grip on his arm. You sit in silence for a moment, preparing yourself for the worst. “Will it hurt?” you ask. 

He looks at the last piece of the Corinthian for a moment, and the dozens of pressure cracks spider-webbing around the cranium. Before he can answer, you reach for his hand again. 

“I don’t care.” 

You squeeze as hard as you can, and within moments the little skull is crushed to bits of sand. For a moment, nothing happens. You can hear Morpheus holding his breath, waiting. Hoping. Praying, even. 

A faint tingling sensation, like pins and needles, begins prickling up your arms. You look down to see the bones of your forearm revealed, the skin of your hands wisped away to skeletal fingers. Without a mirror, you can only assume the rest of your visage has been reduced to what it was before Ezra Lillin came into your life. 

Empty eye sockets. Flesh stretched taut over your skull. Your left arm is missing in its entirety. For once, you’re afraid to look at the dream lord- not because of what you can do, but because of what you are. 

“Ellis,” you hear him breathe out, finally. 

“Hi.” You’re embarrassed, shockingly, to return to your previous form. You refuse to look away from your hands, refuse to finally meet the eye of the dream lord. 

Morpheus is speechless. Seeing you now is like a hundred years had never passed. Here you are, his soulmate, exactly as he had left you. The rare view of a second chance.

The silence is deafening, for a moment. Morpheus breaks it with a simple question, one you had never once considered. 

“What would you like to be?” he asks. 

Yours, I want to be yours, please- “What am I supposed to be?” your voice is foreign once again, raspy and new. 

Morpheus motions to the shreds of paper in front of you. “I would not know. I never… never got any farther than that,” he answers. 

“That’s okay.” You’re quick to reassure him. “I… I don’t mind. Will it bother you? If I look the same?” 

You could almost swear you hear him breathe a sigh of relief at the thought. “Not at all.” 

He takes the sand from his coat pocket and carefully pours it into his hands, working quickly to form the missing pieces. A sweet breeze floats through Fiddler’s Green, and the sand blows with it, materializing the flesh that covers your bones. You watch in amazement, and within moments you’re almost complete. 

Just missing the eyes. 

“The most important part,” Morpheus comments, and for a moment you’re drawn back to Ezra’s shop, to the Corinthian. He had said the exact same sentiment, albeit for wildly different reasons. 

The dream lord looks around for a moment before picking two morning glories from the path from the field. Carefully, he holds the flowers out to you.

“What do you think?” he asks. 

“Are they going to be purple?” you ask. 

Morpheus laughs, the sound ringing in your ears. “Would you prefer a different color?” 

You shake your head. Internally, you’re ecstatic. “No, they’re perfect.” 

Morpheus nods. He pinches the rest of the sand into the center of the two blooms, balancing them carefully in one palm. “Alright,” he says, “Tilt your head back.” 

You lean back on both arms, looking up to the sunrise setting over Fiddler’s Green. “Like this?” you ask, looking over slightly. 

Morpheus nods, brushing the loose strands of hair away from your face. “Just like that,” he repeats quietly. 

Gently, he places the flowers on each of your empty eye sockets. You would be irritated by the feeling if you weren’t so focused on the dream lord being so close to you. You’re certain he hears the breath hitch in your throat as he leans over. 

He places a hand over your eyes, and for a moment, the world goes black. You’re briefly struck with the thought of something going wrong. 

“I c-can’t see,” you stutter, panicking, and Morpheus takes his hand away, reaching for yours. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.

Still black. 

“Ellis,” you hear him say with a laugh, “You have to open your eyes.”

You turn to him, eyes closed. “That’s it?” you ask incredulously. 

“That’s it.”

You reach for both of his hands, holding them in front of you. His palms are warm and rough. 

“Are you looking at me?” you ask. 

“Ellis,” he says, “Look at me.”

And you do. 

His irises are whirlpools of inky black, dotted with the same galaxies you’ve seen in the night sky of the Dreaming. You still get lost in them, but for once there are no flashes of sin, of regret, or despair. 

Just the god of dreams, looking back at you so lovingly that without a second thought you lean forward, crashing your lips against his. He reaches gently to cup your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

You’re struck with the overwhelming sensation that this is where you are meant to be. You tug his collar to pull him closer, wishing it never had to end.

After a moment, he pulls away slowly, both of you breathless. The nervous butterflies in your stomach are going absolutely haywire, and you can’t help smiling like an idiot. Morpheus has an almost identical look, and if Fiddler’s Green could speak, he would tell you both how absolutely, dumbfoundingly lovestruck you look.

He settles for cultivating the red and yellow daisies that bloom in a small patch between you and the dream lord.   

“Would you like to see them?” Morpheus asks, fabricating a small pocket mirror out of thin air. 

You nod. He clicks the mirror open and hands it to you, watching as you take a deep breath to steel yourself from visibly reacting. 

The morning glories have transformed into deep violet irises, with flecks of a lighter lavender. The edges are ringed in a pale gray. You watch yourself tear up at the sight, at how beautiful they are. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, closing the mirror as a tear spills down your cheek. Morpheus hesitates for only a moment before brushing it away gently with his thumb. 

“Anything,” he answers, just as quiet, “for you.” 

You’re overcome with a flood of emotion, an outpouring of love and gratitude and fucking relief.

You’re not a weapon anymore. 

You won’t hurt anyone, not even Morpheus. 

Especially Morpheus. 

You wrap your arms around his neck in an embrace, almost falling into his lap when he sits back. You settle in sideways, your head tucked into his chest. He keeps an arm around your waist, his chin resting on the top of your head.

“You are welcome to return to the waking world,” he offers quietly. “Although you will always have a place here, with me.”

You ponder for a moment, what it would be like to have a normal life on the planet. For over a century, it had been the only thing you had wished for, more than anything. 

But you know now, beyond a shadow of a doubt, this is where you belong. Where you have always belonged, close enough to hear your soulmate’s heartbeat. 

“What if I want to stay?” you ask. 

Morpheus pulls you even closer, pressing his lips gently to the top of your head.

“Then stay.”

<3

#morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream x gn!reader #the corinthian #netflix sandman

[valleynix]

jealous bela in chapter six is everything to me<33 “she doesn’t like me touching what she thinks is hers” actual heart eyes rn !! (if you have time) pls some more: TPtM girls being jealous and possessive

i love the jealousy that comes with everyone having a massive crush on the same person 😭

here we have it: TPtM ladies being jealous (not sure if you meant all four, but i’ll do everyone just in case :D)

(for the sake of convenience, once again, we’ll just make this a little “what if” scenario)

Alcina Dimitrescu

she likes to think she’s not a jealous person

why would she be? she’s confident in herself and she knows her own worth

even knowing what she does about herself, she can’t help the twisting of her heart when she sees you with Daniela cuddled into your side as she hangs onto your every word in the library

she’d meant to come in and check up on you, ensure her youngest wasn’t acting inappropriately (she taught her daughters manners and respect for others, but she also knows Daniela tends to forget those same manners when she’s excited)

out of the four of them, Alcina is probably the second least likely to act on her jealousy

she loves her daughters dearly, and she knows they care about you, too

she’ll probably act a little cold and distant when she does see you romantically interacting with her daughters, at least until she gets more used to it

she just needs some reassurance, even if she knows you adore each of them equally

you’ll find her later that night in her office, working herself to death and trying to distract herself from the nasty feeling in her chest

“you’ve been ignoring me,” you say

Alcina lifts her head from the paper she’s reread eight times now, still unable to comprehend what’s written on it with her mind racing

she doesn’t like being caught acting unfairly

and she knows it’s hypocritical of her; she wants you to communicate with her, but she can’t do the same?

she’s the most vocal of her fears and doubts

once she voices them, tells you how worried she is and how upset she’d be if you left, you go to sit on her desk (after moving her very important papers, of course) and hold her face gently between your hands

you could never choose one over the others, and if she feels she’s not getting enough love or attention, all she has to do is talk to you

that makes her feel better, admittedly

even so, she still makes Daniela actually do some chores around the castle after catching the two of you, using the excuse, “i can’t have my own daughter not know how to hold a broom”

it’s a little petty, sure, but it does make her feel a bit better

besides, she knows her youngest needs to burn off some energy, and what better way to do that than be productive?

Bela Dimitrescu

she’s the most likely to act on her jealousy

it wouldn’t be anything toward you, no; she’d snap at whichever sister (or, rarely, even her mother) she’d seen you romantically interacting with

the severity of her jealousy depends on who you’re with

if it’s Daniela? she probably won’t be as rude, but she’ll be a little distant until she works through her feelings (which, truthfully, can take anywhere from a few hours to a few weeks)

if it’s Alcina? she’ll be a little more irritable and only speak when spoken to, occasionally snapping out a response if she hasn’t had time to think on what she saw

if it’s Cassandra? all hell will break loose

that moment she saw her younger sister sit in your lap and touch you? she realized how fucked she was when it came to you

the middle Dimitrescu likes to get on everyone’s nerves; it’s usually affectionately, but this time, Bela was not amused in the slightest

i imagine she probably had a nice yelling match with her sister when you were passed out and couldn’t possibly hear them

Cassandra was probably just 😇 the whole time

like her mother, she needs some reassurance

and if she’s not busy (and knows you aren’t, either), she’ll definitely come to find you and either cuddle into you, kiss you anywhere her lips can find purchase, or do a combination of the two

she knows she’s not supposed to leave any marks on you, but damn

you do look good with her lipstick staining your skin and your disheveled appearance that she caused

you certainly don’t mind the attention, but when you ask her why she’s acting like this, she becomes… shy

she knows it’s wrong of her, knows you care about each of them equally and you try your best to show it

you don’t laugh at her worries, of course. she’s not really sure why she thought you would

you kiss her softly and hold her face as you murmur to her all the things you adore about her

that does make her feel better

expect lots of affection when she’s jealous; she won’t be distant to you, but she will snap at her sisters when it’s her turn with you

Cassandra Dimitrescu

oh, you thought Cass could be jealous?

well, you’d actually be correct

it doesn’t happen often; she doesn’t let herself care enough about other people to be jealous

you, though? she both loves and hates how she feels when you’re nearby

she loves the attention you give her, the way you actually pay attention to what she saying and pretend you’re interested (you actually are interested, but for some reason, she never believes you)

she’s… actually pretty happy with you

it’s taken her longer than everyone else to realize she even has feelings for you, but once she did, she felt such relief

that being said, she may not admit it, but she finds herself jealous of the relationships you have with the rest of her family

she knows she’s different than they are; she prefers solitude, and she finds comfort in creating things as well as taking things

she’s... well. she doesn’t know how to feel when she sees you with each of her family members

she doesn’t ever show it (why would she?), but once she’s alone again, her mind wanders and overanalyzes each interaction she’s seen between you and her family

you’re so carefree with Daniela and you’re usually always smiling. are you ever like that with her? she thinks you’re typically more afraid of her than happy to be with her, and if you’re not that, you’re annoyed with her while she’s just being herself 

she knows her mother makes you happier than she could; she’s like a safe harbor for you, someone to rely on in times of stress. Cassandra wants to be that for you, but she thinks she may have come off a little more threatening than she intended to 

don’t even get her started on Bela; she’s everything Cassandra isn’t, and she knows you have a lot more in common. she would make you a lot happier, wouldn’t she? 

she tries not to think too hard on it, especially when you’re together, but it hurts her to see you wrap your arms around Bela’s shoulders and press your head against her own

it’s not intentional, and she knows you don’t mean any harm. you’re just giving her the attention she deserves and-

she’ll act on her jealousy, but only with you, and never maliciously. she knows you mean well, and even if she’s hurt and a little upset, you don’t really deserve her anger

she’ll seek you out sometime during the night when she’s come to understand her feelings, and she’ll basically demand all your attention for a while without actually saying it (but you’re smart and know when she wants attention)

this is usually done by holding you close to her chest if it was her mother or Daniela she saw with you; they don’t make her incredibly jealous, but she still wants to know that you care about her

if she saw Bela with you, expect her to feel the need to mark you (with your consent, of course, and only on places no one else could see)

probably lots of kisses (and bites) and just... existing with you

if you ask her why she’s acting like this, she’ll deny the real reason for about five minutes

she doesn’t want to admit it, but you’re her weakness, and she can’t deny you when you softly kiss her neck (she hates that you know she loves attention there) and ask again why she’s acting like this

she’s not surprised when you understand where she’s coming from, and her heart swells when she hears that you’ll take her feelings into consideration more often

she apologizes for being a little possessive, but it’s not sincere

you don’t mind it, of course. you’d be crazy to complain that she was giving you such affection

Daniela Dimitrescu

she’s the least likely to act on her jealousy

she’s carefree and knows you care about her the same way you care about the rest of her family

most of the time, she’s happy just to be around you and have you smile at her

it makes her whole day

that being said... she does find herself a little jealous when you’re spending time with another of her family without her

she knows your boundaries and she knows you have to spend time alone with them, too, but she just misses you

she’ll probably just end up moping around the castle while she waits for you to be finished, and if you’re taking longer than she wants, she’ll make her way to the library and hide there among her books 

she knows, deep down, that it’s not fair of her to act like this, but she can’t help it. she’s used to getting her way, but she also knows she can’t be like that with you

she loves her family and she’s pretty sure she loves you; she wouldn’t want to ruin anything for anyone, and she knows you’ll spend time with her again soon

she ends up falling asleep in the library, and you find her there a few hours later after you’d been searching everywhere for her

she doesn’t wake up until she feels you push some of her hair behind her ear, and she finds you crouching by her chair, smiling softly 

her earlier sour mood vanishes almost immediately, but even as you laugh and embrace her (well, more like she embraces you), she still feels her doubts lurking in her mind

you notice that she clings to you a little tighter, like she was afraid you’d vanish if she let go

you just hold her and kiss her cheeks and forehead and neck, and that makes her feel so much better

she’s never really experienced romance before you stumbled your way to the castle, but she knows this is what it should always feel like

she’ll definitely voice her worries later, when she’s cuddling with you and you’re falling asleep, and she hopes you don’t hear her

she’s not that lucky

you’ll talk to her, but you barely get a few words out before all her worries and doubts come spilling out of her mouth

coherency certainly isn’t her strong suit, but like always, you understand her

she’s glad to have found someone who just gets her. she’s tried relationships with the staff before, but she was never happy like she is with you

you kiss her and hold her close as you tell her she never has to worry about you leaving and that you’ll always have time for her

but you also help her to understand that the rest of her family deserves your time and attention, too

she does get it

you usually never have to tell her anything twice (she does listen to you and respects your boundaries), but this little conversation has eased a lot of her worries

she ends up falling asleep holding you tight against her, but not before she kisses you lots and ensures you always have something to look forward to with her

#alcina dimitrescu #Lady Dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #to promise the moon #dfjsdlf i hope this was satisfactory <3 #it was a nice little break from the 'big reveal' chapter

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

The Volturi Library

In my english class, I had to prepare a presentation on an imaginary library, and i chose the one of the Volturi Coven. I had lot of fun doing it, and decided to share it here for all the Volturi enjoyers. So here's the version of the library written by a librarian (yes the librian is very much a self insert ^_^, I truly love Felix) Heavily inspired by the worldbuilding of the lovely @volterran-wine

The Volturi is one of the oldest covens in the vampire world. Aro, Marcus, Caius, the Queens and Felix were turned before Christ. So it is no surprise that the ruling coven has a magnificent library, along with an archive, considering how long they have walked this earth.

Every vampire knows about the Volturi, and therefore about their place of residence. They own the Italian city of Volterra, in Tuscany. The palazzo is bigger than it seems, having been built in a way that no human would suspect it.

Built on the third floor, the library is a very impressive room.

Massive bookshelves that reach the ceiling, with high quality furniture as comfortable as the guards' recreational’ room ones. Lit by luxurious candlestick and candelabras, and large windows, the library is kept warm by a large fireplace. A few velvet sofas are placed in front of it, and are where you can often find Felix and Demetri reading in their free time. Numerous paintings are hung on the walls, some even created by Caius himself.

With the library, the saying Ars longa, vita brevis really come to life. Indeed, the library is truly one of the greatest collections that exist. 

With guards coming from different countries, cultures, and times, it is oh so easy to imagine how many subjects and languages this library covers. Covens and nomad vampires come from all around the world to consult books when they need to.

This library is truly one of a kind: from their missions across the globe, the Volturi have brought back many different books, from original editions of Jane Austen’s novels that Demetri is really fond of, to medicine books that Carlisle brought with him when he stayed at Aro’s side, and even volumen saved by Caius and Felix from the destruction of the library of Alexandria. Sadly, some of the most precious books aren’t available in the library, but are safely kept away from prying eyes in Aro’s private quarters. 

There isn’t much of a well curated collection: the collections are very eclectic: most of the vampires of the castle are well-cultivated, with interests turned towards different arts and subjects, and they are all quite fond of different genres to their liking.

But this doesn’t mean that the books are not organized on the shelves: the first mission ofv the librarian when they took that job was to figure out an organization. After a good fifty years of experiment, they ended-up with what is still in use today. The documents are organized by subjects, then by century; novels are separated, and organized by literary movement, and for modern ones by genre.

It is no wonder the monthly book club organized by the librarian is so captivating, with many different books. And it usually leads to very interesting conversations.

While visitors cannot borrow books, they are allowed to read what they feel like. Chosen personally by the kings, the librarian is Felix’s beloved mate and know very well their job, and what the kings wish to be read or not. Indeed, the access to the Coven’s archives and to some of the most sensitive books, like the ones about the children of the moon, but also texts referring to hybrid children are to be seen by Volturi’s eyes only, with how dangerous this could be in the hands of a vampire wanting to experiment disregarding the vampires law.  Some of the most cultivated nomads especially enjoy the library as this steady place they can access under the supervision of a guard and the librarian, or just the librarian for the most trusted vampires.

Some of the most well-read books are more modern novels, from the 18th century to contemporary fantasy books that Jane is really keen on.

Even if most vampires are at least a few centuries old, there are still books that the palazzo’s residents have not discovered yet, so the librarian enjoys to put lost gems and niche finds that they know will tease the curiosity of their coven’s mates.

The librarian is always happy to exchange about one’s latest reading, and discuss literature, sometimes for hours, when on duty.

Because of how busy each guard can be thanks to their duty schedule, the book club meetings are never at the same time each month, to try to let anyone who wants to participate do so. It is mostly the guards, but sometimes the kings, or Athenodora and Sulpicia decide to join, to the great pleasure of the librarian.

St. Marcus Day festival on March 19th : having a great sense of humor, the librarian will prepare a selection of books for this special day every year, the date Saint Marcus was said to run all of the vampires out of Volterra. It is celebrated by people wearing red cloaks, signifying the blood stained clothes of those killed by the vampires. They will select some of their favorite vampire stories from across the centuries, and try to get their coven mates to read them, such as Carmilla, by Sheridan Le Fanu; Interview With The Vampire, by Anne Rice; Dracula by Bram Stoker;The Vampyre by Polidori, Salem’s lot by Stephen King

#volturi #the volturi

[creativecuquilu]

Quick lineless pixel of Snape because the first week of September has been pretty busy - summer exam and getting ready for the return, you know 🏫 Plus, I've finished Prisoner of Azkaban last night 🦉✨ In case you're wondering why I drew Snape like this, that's because in one of today's dream's events, in the Prisoner of Azkaban, when Harry and gang went to the library, they found Lupin and Snape. Something wrong yet unexpected went between them and Lupin launched a spell to the library's floor and dropped Snape into the void. I also dreamed Hogwarts was white and more modern (it was no castle) and had a massive pool where I took a did on my way here. Imagine that. Would that be Hogwarts in 5 centuries? Only fanfics and AI can guess! Hope you like it! Artwork (c) @CreativeCuquiLu Harry Potter (c) J. K. Rowling WATCH IT - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=US5VF2F9_DI

#harry potter #prisoner of azkaban #dream #today i dreamt #library #void #abyss #falling #betrayal #remus lupin #severus snape #potions #defense against the dark arts #hogwarts #quick #speedpaint

[the-world-of-oria]

Welcome to Oria!

This is a brief introduction to this world

Creation

The first god in existence was Estelle. She had a plan to expand life so there would be a point in hers' and the stars' existence, so she created other gods to help her

Cashel and Sena, the god and goddess of Earth and nature (although Sena is deceased)

Adlartok, the god of the sky

Aytak, god of the moon

Cyra, goddess of fire

Pavati, the goddess of water

Aurelia, goddess of the sun

(I'll post art of them later ^^)

Together they worked together to form the planet known as Oria. Each god was put in charge of creating a region on this planet, where their element would reign dominant. Most regions would have a race similar to the design of the god that created the region.

Regions

Earth/nature: Agral - This island is completely covered in greenery and nature. The people living here dwell in underground tunnels and homes (kinda like Hobbits in lotr :3 ). There is a large tree in the center of the island that was Sena's final resting place. The tree grew shortly after she died.

Sky: Caot - Tall mountain ranges on the edge of the island, making a natural barrier. Massive library in the center of the island, dedicated to Adlartok.

Moon: Lunia -  Large island with a lake in the middle covering the majority of it. The moon shines directly in the lake, creating a glow on the surface at night. Mostly flat lands and hills with long grass and sandy beaches 

Fire: Ignalan - Large island with some mountains (not as big as on Caot) with a dormant volcano. The people in this region believe Cyra lives at the bottom of the volcano. They sometimes try to make sacrifices (That are usually humans) to appease her because they think sacrificing to her will keep the volcano from blowing up, but she doesn’t want that so she has to remind them not to do that. Hottest region after the sun. Mostly stone and sand with little to no vegetation. Mini lava pools in some areas near the volcano 

Water: Dal - small islands connected to a main center island by bridges, some made of the land and some man-made. It's mostly beaches but there are some grassy fields

Sun: Odren - Island that is mostly sand and dunes. Some pine forests scattered around the land

Star: Estelle made a castle high in the atmosphere, almost hidden from the surface of Oria. All the gods live here (Kinda like Mt. Olympus in Greek mythology)

(Yeah, I made it in Minecraft I know. It's not too detailed but just use your imagination :3 )

Time

(All time is the same on Earth to make it easier, but everything has a different name)

Cycle: 1 cycle is equivalent to an Earth year 

Neo: 1 Neo is equal to an Earth day. Each neo is 24 yaes 

Yae: Equivalent to 1 hour

Cene: Equal to one minute 

Clore: Equal to one second

Masterlist

Gods

#Oria #worldbuilding #welcome to Oria #the world of oria

[sotodoherty64]

Crafting Creativity: Unleash Your Imagination in Minecraft

Minecraft, the renowned sandbox game developed by Mojang Studios, has captured the hearts of millions of players around the world. With its infinite possibilities and blocky world, Minecraft serves as a canvas for players to unleash their imagination and embark on extraordinary adventures. In this article, we will delve into the world of Minecraft and explore how you can craft creativity and unleash your imagination in this virtual realm. Embrace the Freedom One of the core elements that sets Minecraft apart is its unparalleled freedom. From the moment you step foot into the blocky landscape, you have the power to shape the world around you. Whether it's constructing towering castles, digging intricate underground tunnels, or sculpting picturesque landscapes, Minecraft offers a vast canvas where your imagination can run wild. Build and Create The building aspect of Minecraft is a primary avenue for creative expression. Utilize the game's extensive array of blocks, materials, and tools to design structures, homes, monuments, or even entire cities. Experiment with different architectural styles, blend various block types, and incorporate redstone circuits to bring your creations to life. The only limit is your imagination. Explore Limitless Landscapes Minecraft's expansive worlds are teeming with diverse biomes, secret caves, and mysterious structures waiting to be discovered. Embark on epic exploration journeys, uncover hidden treasures, and marvel at the awe-inspiring landscapes. Allow your imagination to be sparked by the wonders that lie within Minecraft's vast and varied environments. Engage in Redstone Engineering Redstone, the in-game material inspired by electricity, offers endless possibilities for engineering and automation. Delve into the intricacies of redstone circuits, create complex mechanisms, and design automated systems that can perform incredible tasks. From hidden doors to functioning machines, redstone engineering provides a playground for your ingenuity. Join Creative Community Projects Minecraft boasts a vibrant and active community that collaborates on massive creative projects. From ambitious city builds to intricate pixel art, these collaborative endeavors unite players from around the world, pooling their talents and ideas to create masterpieces. Join community servers, participate in building challenges, and contribute to these awe-inspiring projects to be a part of something truly remarkable. Experiment with Mods and Resource Packs Minecraft's modding community has created an extensive library of modifications and resource packs that can enhance and transform the game. Mods introduce new features, mechanics, and gameplay elements, while resource packs provide custom textures, sounds, and visuals. Explore these creative additions to Minecraft, finding the ones that resonate with your artistic vision and further ignite your creativity. Document and Share Your Journey Capture screenshots, record videos, or stream your Minecraft adventures to share your creations and experiences with others. Platforms like YouTube, Twitch, and social media provide a stage for you to showcase your imaginative prowess, gather feedback, and inspire fellow players. By sharing your creations, you become part of the larger Minecraft creative community and contribute to its ever-growing tapestry of ideas. Minecraft is a boundless playground for creative minds, inviting you to craft creativity and unleash your imagination in ways you never thought possible. From building grand structures to exploring vast landscapes, from redstone engineering to collaborating on community projects, the possibilities in Minecraft are limited only by your imagination. Embrace the freedom, experiment with mods and resource packs, and share your creations with the world. Unleash your imagination in the blocky wonderland of Minecraft and let your creativity soar. Why Can't I Get On Minecraft Servers?

#Zehn games canada #Zehngamescanada.Com #minecraft servers for mcpe #How to get the permissions of the console in minecraft servers #minecraft how to put two gb of ram into servers #How to bump minecraft servers #Why cant i go into minecraft servers it says "not authenticated with minecraft.net

[yandere-daydreams]

I’m kind of obsessed with yandere dis who just feel so entitled to their darlings. Whether it be their social standing, resources, plain ego etc. something that makes them unable to comprehend a life without darling in it. The particular scenario I imagine is a darling enamored with a stranger, a monster, just someone or something outside of what is considered socially acceptable, and the yandere being a monster hunter or folk hero or noble. Like why would they choose someone so beneath them. Yanderes who just cannot see past their own ego fascinate me

tw - implied kidnapping, obsessive behavior, slight stalking, implied (consensual) rough sex, generalized monster-fucking.

Consider,,, a knight who can't seem to understand that the royal they've been sent to rescue might want to be with the big, bad monster. Call it a lapse in their empathy, a link they just can't seem to make, a spot where their ego presses up against your better judgement. They just don't understand why you would chose to stay with a beast so reclusive, so scarred, so violent. They just don't understand how you could possibly choose a beast over them.

You claim that you sought it out on your own, that you traveled to this place - this dark, dreary castle, more than a weeks journey from the nearest village - out of your own volition, sneaking past your guards in the dead of night and stealing yourself away to the outskirts of your parents' prosperous nation, abandoning your crown and your fineries to follow whispers you'd caught of a scaled creature with a hoard of infinite knowledge who isn't known to be kind to its sparse visitors. You say that your host, while abrasive, isn't as temperamental as the rumors make it out to be, that while you weren't welcomed with open arms, it only took a few day of sleeping outside its gates to gain access to its library, that it has (grudgingly) allowed you to stay in one of the long-forgotten chambers, that you probably enjoy its company more than it enjoy yours. You smile as you speak to it, asking if your oh-so-heroic rescuer can rest for a short time before starting on the journey home, and you touch it, willingly, running your fingers along its scaled cheek, wrapping your arms around its massive neck, kissing the top of its great head, when it reluctantly agrees to grant them hospitality. As sickening as it is to watch, they know it's not your fault. They know you'd never truly love a creature so unworthy of you, not unless you were being forced to.

They know you. They've always looked up to you, since they were just a squire learning to serve the royal family properly, and they know you're smart, and beautiful, and if you had any other choice, you wouldn't be spending your days in the lair of a monster, reading books written in dead languages and studying mechanisms that haven't been used in hundreds years. You say that you trust your family with the crown, that you've never had a mind for politics, that your heart has always lied with the unknown and the undiscovered, but that doesn't mean your happy, that doesn't explain why you leave your chambers so late at night, why you go to that beast, why you spend so many hours in its cold, desolate embrace rather than ever asking to be taken into theirs. They've seen the scratches on your thighs, the puncture marks on the side of your neck, and when they hide away in your apartments, when they get to see what you refuse to show them, they know that beast can't really love you. They know a true lover wouldn't leave marks so deep, so ugly. They know you don't really want this, even if you say you do, even if you think you do. They know you'd be so much happier with them than you would be here, than you would be with that thing.

And if it takes slaying the dragon to show you that, then so be it.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere theory #general

[askaalaska-vdeppressed]

Tender Lover and Care Alpha!Eskel x Omega!Reader part 4

Master List

We can have a little update, as a treat

“Mom is dad mad at me?”

The air in the garden was alive with the scents of springs. Arrant peach blossoms drifting on the breeze as you sat with your mother.

“Of course not darling you had no control over this.” Her hand came up to your shoulders reassuring as she pulled you closer into her side. “Why do you think dad’s mad at you?”

“He’s just been so pensive when I’m around, and ever since my heat he’s stopped our time in the library.” On the day you were born your father had promised to read every book in the castle’s library to you according to your mother. He most certainly kept to it. Every day you sat with him as he read to you. There were treasured memories you held dear to your heart of him getting you up past bedtime-- once your mother was asleep. The two of you sneaking into the library to read by candlelight since you had missed that day. You could watch your childhood in snapshots as you sat in the same chair listening intently to him everyday. Then you presented as an Omega and everything changed.

“Y/n your father’s not mad he’s…. stressed” The squeal of your brother caught both you and your mother’s attention. He was running around as fast as his little toddler legs would carry him. Intent on chasing the butterflies in a vein attempt to catch them.

Your mother let out a deep sigh before directing her attention once more to you.

“Your dad has a lot on his mind right now, but he still shouldn’t take it out on you. Just…. give him some time.” You mother made to start her next sentence when she abruptly got up--quickly trotting over to where your brother had managed to capture a butterfly and was amidst sticking it into his mouth.

“No! honey we do not eat those!”

The memory faded from view as you slowly awoke. Pressure against the back of your eyes pounding away. The feeling of your limbs waking up creating an unpleasant sensation under your skin. You opened your eyes to darkness, the feeling that your face being pressed against something became evident as you gained consciousness. You tilted your head back, you were laying in an unfamiliar room, face pressed against a chest. The scent of patchouli, lemongrass and pine overpowering the air. You were in Eskel’s room, face buried…. In Eskels chest.

Your mind tried to make sense of what was happening, the memories from the previous night a blur. Eskel’s face began to stir. A hand coming up to rub his face as you shifted, making your wakefulness known to him. He opened his eyes, the sun kissed orbs hazy as he gazed down at you. Looking up at him his face was one of adoration. For a brief second you could imagine that this was your life every day. That every morning you got to wake up curled against Eskel’s massive frame. His disheveled hair framing a face of pure love that looked down on you.

The gaze only lasted a breath of a moment but you were sure the look in Eskel’s eyes in that moment would be forever engrained in your brain.

The hand that was rested by his face came down to your hair, letting his fingers play with the hair on the back of your head. His voice was gruff as he spoke.

“Are you alright?” His hand cupped the back of your neck, reassuring pressure on his finger tips.

“yeah” you started, a scratchiness on the back of your throat causing you to cough slightly before continuing. “I’m okay” Eskel seemed to clam up for a moment before continuing.

“I know you said you were worried about the books, and forgive me if I’m wrong here, but last night seemed to be…… more than worrying about books.” Eskel spoke slowly and carefully obviously trying to avoid insinuating anything or making you upset again.

You took a deep breath, now was as good a time as any.

“You’re right I am…worried about more than books” You chuckled a bit as you used his terminology.

“I have my heats in the winter, the anxiety of the possibility of having it in such an unfamiliar place was already eating at me. I guess being faced with it actually being a reality was too much.” You resisted the urge to return into the safety of Eskel’s chest as you spoke, the nerves of telling him jittering around.

“I didn’t want to worry you with it because I thought I was making it a bigger deal than it actually was going to be. No use in stressing you out over nothing. Than Vesemir told me it actually would be a problem and I guess I….” you trailed off, unable to explain yourself properly. You just Eskel was getting what you were saying

You rolled out of the embrace onto your back staring at the stone ceiling.

“I’m sorry I ruined dinner” You could feel Eskel shifting his weight, leaning on his side to face you. His hand going under your chin to turn you toward him.

“First, you didn’t ruin dinner. Second, you don’t have to hold things back from me. I….” Eskel seemed to look for the right word. “I care about you y/n. If something is bothering you I want to know. Even if it seems trivial” His thumb stroked the bottom of your chin, a small quirk coming up on his lips as he looked at you

“Promise me you’ll tell me when your worried about something?” You smiled back at him.

“Promise.”

“Alright now onto my more pressing question, you’re an omega?”

This oblivious man was going to be the death of you,

Taglist!

@writingmysanity @ab-haya

#we can a little update #as a treat #I originally had this as half of a much larger chapter #but i'm going out of town and want ya'll to have something #alaska writes #eskel x reader #abo au #eskel my beloved #alpha/beta/omega verse #hey you read the tags! #you get special secrets #all my fics have a soundtrack I associate with them #during this writing session i figured out what this fics is #also figured out where i'm going to take this story #yes i was flying by the seat of my pants before this

[yourdeepestfathoms]

song of storms

Texas decided to flash flood, so my school went into its severe weather drill yesterday. we sat in the hallways in darkness while some kid played his guitar and sang for us. it got me inspired, so here’s some hurt/comfort!

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In Romania, it sure did rain.

A storm so powerful it seemed to have some kind of vendetta against Castle Dimitrescu had blown in around the early afternoon, and by the time dinner was almost ready to be served, the brisk rainfall had warped into a mini hurricane. Raindrops fell like silver bullets and thunder cracked repeatedly, lightning tearing through the sky with white fangs, splitting the horizon in two. Water splattered across the windows like sprays of blood, and Alcina went around making sure they were all secure against the howling wind, seeing as the maids were too useless to do so.

While checking the glass and locks in the western wing, a massive boom shook the entire castle, making even Alcina feel small in comparison. Pulling the drapes shut firmly, there was a second crash of thunder, but this time, she heard something inside of it.

A whimper.

Alcina turned. The room closest to her was the library. It had to have come from in there.

Creeping inside, Alcina first checked the windows, making sure there were no leaks, then looked for the culprit of the cry. It wasn’t very hard when the sky roared like a vicious beast and caused its victim to sob from behind a bookshelf. Peeking around the polished wood, she found the sufferer.

It was her eldest daughter, curled into the fetal position, her knees to her chest, hands clamped over her ears, shaking all over. She flinched when a burst of thunder seemed to shake the entire castle, threatening to bring the ceiling down on top of them, and then let out a choked whimper, digging her claws into her scalp in a vain effort to block out the noise.

“Bela?”

Bela’s head snapped up, and Alcina watched as shame crept into her expression.

“M-Mother--” she stammered. “I-- I--”

Alcina walked over and crouched down next to her. She set a hand on Bela’s shoulder, feeling her shudder beneath her touch. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Mother,” Bela said, despite her obvious panic attack. “Of course.”

Alcina narrowed her eyes. “Bela, what have I told you about lying to be about your health?”

Bela lowered her head. “I shouldn’t do it…”

“Right. Now, I will ask you again: are you alright?”

Bela shifted, sniffling. “I’m-- I’m just a little freaked out, that’s all. But-- but I’m okay. It isn’t that bad.”

And then, like it was trying to be helpful, thunder crashed, and Bela jolted right into Alcina’s arms with a yelp, practically vibrating with fear. She clung to Alcina’s gown with her claws, her eyes wide and bulging.

“Isn’t that bad, huh?” Alcina said.

“It-- it just startled me!” Bela blustered. She was adamant about saving face, it seemed.

“Uh-huh,” Alcina set a hand on her back, rubbing up and down her spine slowly. “Bela, I thought you said you weren’t scared of storms anymore? Were you lying just to look strong for your younger sisters?” She squinted. “Or did they shame you again? I’ve told those girls that all fears are valid, no matter how irrational--”

“N-no!” Bela cried, clenching fabric between desperate claws. “No! Don’t get mad at them, please! It-- it wasn’t them!”

Alcina looked at her curiously, one eyebrow raised.

Bela lowered her head. “I-- I’m not afraid of storms. Rainstorms, I mean. But the thunder…” She cast a dismayed look at the nearby window and jumped when lightning torched the sky. She huddled closer. “It’s just so loud. And dangerous! What if-- what if there’s a tornado?!”

Alcina bit back a laugh. Her eldest child had the wildest imagination.

“Don’t be silly,” she said. “Romania doesn’t get tornadoes.”

“It has before!” Bela said, steadfast on her opinion. “And FLOODS! Oh, Mother, what if it floods? What if the castle floods?! Where will we live?! What if-- what if--”

Sensing Bela’s growing panic, Alcina cupped her cheeks and made her look at her. “Breathe, darling. Breathe. You’re starting to spiral.”

“But-- but--”

“Breathe. Here, follow me,” she then inhaled deeply. “Come on, my love. Just like me. In…” She demonstrated again.

Bela shakily inhaled.

“And out…” She exemplified.

Bela shakily exhaled.

They repeated this process three more times before Bela was calmer, though she wouldn’t stop glancing out the window. The rain had gotten so bad that the trees outside weren’t even visible through the pelting sheets of rain. The lightning, however, still made itself known, slashing right through the water walls like the talons of a monster.

“It’s so bad out there,” Bela murmured, her eyes becoming distant as she started wrapping herself up in her own fear again.

“Ah, ah,” Alcina redirected her gaze over to her. “Don’t look at that, darling. Look at me.”

Bela swallowed thickly and obeyed. Her claws dug into Alcina’s arms. “Mother,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m-- I’m scared.”

Alcina frowned, though she was proud of Bela for openly admitting such a thing. She pulled her in close.

“It’s alright, my darling,” Alcina murmured. “It’s alright. Nothing is going to get you. It’s just a noise.”

“I-I know, but--”

Thunder cracked, and Bela buried her face against Alcina’s chest. Her shaking worsened.

“I hate it, I hate it,” Bela wept.

Alcina moved her hands over Bela’s ears, holding them firmly, hoping to block out the sound for her precious daughter. How could she forget that Bela didn’t like loud noises? Of course this would be like hell for her.

“Shh, shh,” Alcina rocked Bela back and forth in her lap. A faint rumble rippled through the house and she glared at the window, cursing the storm for causing her baby so much distress. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay…”

She spent five more minutes on the floor before Bela finally pulled her head back. She didn’t look any less terrified, nor had the storm lessened its brutality, but there was a new light in her eyes. Alcina already knew what she was doing.

“Bela, don’t--”

“I’m sorry, Mother,” Bela said anyway, dipping her head for a moment. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t even pretend, child,” Alcina scolded. “You’re still as white as a ghost. And these shivers… You’re shaking like a newborn goat!”

Bela shook her head. “I’ll be fine. You said it yourself, didn’t you?”

Alcina wrinkled her nose, then sighed. “Alright then. Shall we both go down to the parlor, then? I should check on your sisters.”

Guilt flitted through Bela’s eyes. “Yes. Of course. We must make sure that they aren’t scared.”

That got a small chuckle out of Alcina. “Sure.”

They both stood up, with Alcina helping Bela on her unsteady legs. While walking down the hallway to get to the main parlor, both mother and daughter couldn’t help but gaze out the windows.

The sky was the color of the ocean- dark, wild, and swallowing everything in its wake. The only thing that could possibly rival its impenetrable wall of thick black-blue were the constant cracks of blazing lightning that split the roiling clouds like a hot knife. The storm would be cut in half at the flash of its searing glory, then sewed itself back together like a monstrous, watery wound. The wind was so fierce that it seemed to be sent by an enraged being to punish the castle for some unruly sin. Water rushed down the pathways that Alcina could just barely make out in the garden like baby rivers, threatening to drag anything and anyone in its way down the dirt with it. Raindrops battered the glass and walls and doors, knocking so viciously like an unwanted guest.

An unwanted guest. That was what this damn storm was. And Alcina was at her wit’s end with this elemental stranger.

Especially when one particular crash of thunder knocked the power right out.

Now, a good portion of Castle Dimitrescu used natural lighting to ward away the darkness, sunlight and torches and whatnot, but there were also light fixtures and lamps, which were cut into complete blackness by the outage.

Shadows swept around the corridor like curtains, chased off only by a few flickering torches. At Alcina’s side, there was a sharp cry of terror that pulled at her heart with talons, and she turned to see Bela pressed against the wall, trembling and breathing heavily, her eyes practically bulging right out of her skull.

“Oh, honey,” Alcina said sadly. She reached out, tenderly cupping her daughter’s cheeks. Bela was aware enough to press into her touch like she usually did, which was good. She was too far gone in her panic just yet. “Shh, shh… It’s okay.”

“Th-the lights--” Bela gasped. Her hands were pressed flat against the wall behind her, claws dug against the plaster. She wouldn’t look at Alcina, instead peering around her figure to the storm outside. “It’s-- it’s--”

“Breathe, Bela,” Alcina instructed, seeing her spiral again. It was worrying just how quickly it could happen, coming out of nowhere and consuming her like a colony of angry fire ants. “Breathe. In and out. Just like I taught you.”

“M-Mother--”

“Shh, shh,” Alcina stroked Bela’s cheeks with her thumbs. She moved closer, trying to block out the view of the windows with her form. “Don’t look at that. Look at me. I’m right here and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Bela whimpered and looked up at her. Hot tears slid against Alcina’s fingers and she brushed them away. She smiled when she heard the shallow sound of her daughter’s rhythmic breathing.

“Good girl,” Alcina cooed. “Good, good girl. Just like that.”

Bela closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. Alcina’s smile grew a little wider.

“You’re doing so well,” Alcina praised her, knowing it would help her work harder to calm down. Bela was always the easiest to manage out of all of her children, as all it took was a few words of approval for her to do just about anything she wanted. “Such a good job, even when you’re--”

“I’m not--”

“I know, baby,” Alcina said, humoring her. She moved one hand to stroke Bela’s hair. “You’re not scared. Of course you aren’t. I was going to say when you’re in the middle of a blackout.”

Bela opened one eye to stare at her incredulously. Alcina grinned at her. Bela huffed, closed her eye, and then nuzzled into her hand with a faint purr.

They stayed like that for a little longer before Bela finally extracted herself from the wall. The color had yet to return to her face, nor had she stopped shaking, but at least her breathing was back under control.

“Ready?” Alcina asked.

Bela nodded quietly.

With one hand on her daughter’s back, Alcina continued down the hallway with Bela.

Upon entering her favorite parlor, Alcina found her other two daughters already inside. Cassandra was stretched out in front of the fireplace like a lounging cat, her head pillowed by her arms and a look of bliss on her face, while Daniela was bouncing by the window, watching the storm eagerly. The youngest had always been fascinated by the sheer destruction of weather.

“Thirty-four!” Daniela shouted when lightning flashed across the sky.

“That’s great, Dani,” Cassandra said dreamily without lifting her head or even opening her eyes.

“What are you two doing?” Alcina asked in amusement while ducking inside.

“Counting lightning bolts,” Daniela answered.

“Relaxing,” Cassandra said a moment later. “Isn’t this weather amazing?”

Bela winced.

“It certainly is something,” Alcina said, glancing out the window. She gave Bela’s back a gentle rub before walking over to her chair and sitting down. Daniela instantly skittered over to her and pressed her head right into the space between her neck and shoulder with a bright smile. Alcina chuckled, stroking her cheek, earning her blissful purrs.

“Where were you, Bel?” Cassandra asked, rolling over to look at Bela, but not quite getting up. She seemed much too relaxed.

“I-I, umm--”

“She was helping me close the windows,” Alcina answered for her eldest. “After I had to berate her for reading in the dark again.” She gave Bela a playful glare, making Bela smile faintly.

“Ooooh,” Daniela giggled. “You got in troubleeeee!”

Bela rolled her eyes. She finally moved from her rigid position by the door to sit on the floor next to Alcina’s chair. Alcina reached down to set a comforting hand on her head.

It was then that thunder ripped through the castle, causing all of the walls to shudder, and each of Alcina’s girls jolted. Daniela and Cassandra’s heads popped up, while Bela sank her claws in the cracks between the floorboards, trying to keep her breathing under control.

“Goddamn,” Cassandra muttered, sitting up straight. She stretched out the sore spots in her back. “We’re going to drown at this rate.”

Bela’s shoulders lurched. Alcina gave Cassandra a stern glare.

“Oooh, you know what we should do?” Daniela said. She didn’t wait for an answer. “Beli should sing to us!”

“What?” Bela snapped her head to her younger sister faster than the lightning could strike outside.

“Ohh, yeah,” Cassandra nodded.

“What are you talking about?”

Daniela gave her a look. “Don’t be dumb! We all know you like to sing!”

“No, I don’t,” Bela stammered, the tips of her ears turning red.

“Yes, you do,” Cassandra said. “We hear you sing when you fill up the bathtub.”

“You can hear me?!” Bela shrieked.

“Yeah!” Daniela said. “When you hit that vibrato last night… Incredible! Amazing! Showstopping!”

“You did sound very nice,” Alcina nodded.

“MOTHER!!”

Bela buried her face in her hands, which had gone completely red with embarrassment. Alcina chuckled and scratched her scalp.

“You have a wonderful voice, darling,” Alcina said.

“Yeah!” Daniela agreed. “Much better than Cassie. She sounds like a crow with a chicken bone stuck in its throat!”

“At least I don’t belt at the same octave as the torture victims,” Cassandra struck back, and she and Daniela both burst into laughter.

“Now, now, girls,” Alcina said.

“Oh, come on, Mother,” Cassandra said. “Daniela knows I’m just kidding. The victims sound better than she does, and they’re not even trying to sing!”

Daniela shrieked with more laughter. She didn’t seem offended at all. “Oh, I sound bad? You know the noises a donkey makes?”

Cassandra slapped the ground while snorting into her hand.

Alcina rolled her eyes in a good-natured way, then smiled down at Bela. “You would be a step above whatever they can do. But only if you want to.”

Bela looked up at her, her amber-gold eyes glinting in the firelight, then nodded. After a moment of silently encouraging herself, she took a deep breath and began to sing.

It was a beautiful melody in the howling of the storm.

#resident evil fanfic #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu

[thefemalejamespotter]

I'm gonna write a timeline for James and Regulus' relationship because I'm ✨bored✨

So, I don't really need to go over much when they were younger; you know, James and Sirius made friends and a year later he met Regulus, they didn't speak much and when they did Regulus was always quite rude and arragont towards James blah, blah you know the story.

James has been asking Lily Evans out from his 2nd year all the way up until his 4th but it seemed he'd started to give up on it. This confused the marauders slightly, as they had no idea why but didn't mid to much- as amusing as it was at times, it did get quite boring watching James ask Lily out again and again and again and... Again.

It's roles round to Regulus fifth year and James' 6th and Regulus knows that it's not long before he'll have to get the Dark Mark on his parents orders, even though he so desperately doesn't want to.

One night he finds himself walking round the castle and ends up in the astronomy tower.

James knew all about what had been going on with Sirius, after he'd left that summer and he was really worried about Regulus. He was looking at the marauders map, and saw Regulus up in the tower so he went there. It was a very short and awkward conversation that ended in Regulus snapping at James and telling him to get out.

After that, they ended up meeting in the astronomy tower every night. Well, Regulus would go up there to get some peace and James would come and bug him, partly for fun but mostly because he was worried about the other boy.

One night, when Regulus was sat in the window seat and James was sat talking to him, Regulus snapped at him over something and James just laughed. He took hold of Regulus' face and asked him; 'when will you just admit that you've fallen in love with me?' Regulus, angry and embarrassed yelled at him for such stupid accusations, but then he realised something. Why was it that he went to the astronomy tower every night, when he knew James would be there to annoy him? Why did he not go somewhere else instead? Why was it that every morning at breakfast he would stare across the hall at James? Why was it all he could think about in his lessons was James bloody Potter?

The two end up kissing, and in the heat of the moment... Something more happens.

After that happened, they decided to have a friends with benefits type of thing, or at least that's what James calls it. Regulus still refuses to say they were anything more than fuck buddies- 'your not my friend James, and your not my boyfriend because I don't have feelings for you. At all.' (I also imagine that after the first time they slept together Regulus told him; 'I don't like you. And I'm not gay.' and James laughed. That's not important but it's funny.)

So, you know they continue their late night meet ups where sometimes they'll just talk, or sometimes they'll do... Other things. It eventually gets to a point where sometimes Regulus would find himself being pulled into a broom closet at random, to be snogged by James. And sometimes he'd find himself pinned against a bookshelf in the library, with butterflies in his stomach and a blush creeping up his neck- but it's not like he's on love with James or anything!

This continues for a while, and to be honest they have quite a toxic relationship at this stage. Regulus will still snap at James and tell him he hates him, but that's because of ✨internalised homophobia✨ and he feels like him shagging James I mean, being with James is wrong even though deep down he knows there's nothing wrong with it. As a result, it makes both of them feel cr@p but even so they continue to do it.

A few months later, and James finally cracked- he and Regulus got into a huge argument, and it wasn't pretty. James ended up yelling at him, and after lal the trauma he's been threw, it made Regulus flinch and pull out his wand. James felt absolutely awful, and they talked things out. It was also the first time Regulus had hugged anyone since he was 7 years old, when he buried his leg and Sirius gave him a hug to make it better. During that conversation, James also admitted that he'd grown real feelings for Regulus and Regulus finally admitted to both James and himself that he to wanted to have a real relationship with James.

So, as well as being pulled into broom closets to shag I mean kiss, they also went on secret dates and were just adorable. They obviously kept their relationship a secret because they didn't want anyone finding out because Walburga and Orion would go ballistic to find that out about Regulus, who still was just very awkward and worried about what people would think. They also had a feeling that Sirius wouldn't be a fan of their relationship... And they were right.

And BAM! all of a sudden it's the summer holidays, they sucked, Regulus was... Well, lots of sh!t happening there and James was missing him but happy to hang out with Sirius for the time.

And again BAM! we are back at Hogwarts, and the two boys are so excited to see each other, because they missed each other and just even more adorable couple things.

So, it roles round to the end of September (James' 7th and Regulus' 6th) are by the black lake together, they've just had midnight picnic for a date and now they're just looking at the view. James turned to Regulus, and for the first time said he loved him. He assured Regulus that he didn't have to say it back, but Regulus did anyway and they shared a very passionate kiss.

But then... Oh then. A loud shout interrupts them and they turn to see Sirius charging towards them, with Remus chasing after him. Sirius is fuming that James would dare lay a finger on his baby brother, and tries to hit him. Luckily, Remus was there to hold him back until he calmed down. Then he told James to *insert swear word here* off and then stormed away. Regulus was really upset about it, but James assured him it would be fine.

Fast forward to the next day, and Sirius just completely blanks James. Ignores him, doesn't talk to him which goes noticed by all the other gryffindors who are very concerned about the two. Remus hasn't said anything about it to either of them, but is constantly trying to get Sirius to talk to James again, meanwhile Peter's stuck in the middle like- screw this.

Eventually, James decides to confront Sirius, but it just ends in a huge argument. James tells Sirius that he's in love with Regulus and Regulus feels the same- they're devoted to each other and trust each other, yadda, yadda, yadda. Sirius gets even angrier and yells at James; 'oh yeah? If he trusts you so much, has he told you about what happened over the summer?'

James, slightly baffled, runs off and finds Regulus who's with Barty and Snape. He drags Regulus off to the bathroom and demands that Regulus rolls up his sleeves. When he refuses, James grabs his arm and does it himself to reveal the dark mark. They get into a massive fight, that ends in James breaking it off with him. He goes back to the dorm and bursts into tears. Sirius apologizes for both being a bit of a d!ck about their relationship but mainly because of what Regulus had done and comforted him.

Later in the year, James ends up asking Lily out for what he promises will be the last time in this life and she says yes. They go on a few dates and fall in love, they leave Hogwarts, get married- you know the story.

Then, a few years later they get a very teary phonecall from Sirius explaining that Regulus was dead. He had no idea what happened, but he was gone. Lily was obviously extremely upset for Sirius, and understood how hard it must be for him- she hadn't spoken to Petunia in years but the idea of losing her was unbearable. Even so, she was slightly confused to why James had gone so pale and teary, and even more so when he went upstairs to the bathroom and didn't come back down again for half an hour. She put it down to the realisation he had about the war, little did she realise James had lost the first and only man he'd ever loved.

I gotta put it out there, he does love Lily, like she wasn't a rebound or a comfort to losing Regulus, he did love her but a part of him still loved Regulus and always would.

I hope you liked this timeline, despite the depressing ending!

I'm going to be writing a fanfic on it very soon on wattpad, I've already got a couple chapters ready to be posted if you're interested. (My account on their is woofstar)

#harry potter #marauders era #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #lgbt #james x regulus #regulus x james #marauders headcanon #young marauders #angst #sirius black #remus lupin #the marauders #the marauders are all queer

[chibinekochan]

How to become a Demon Ruler 101

After getting adopted by the Demon King * better known as Diavolos dad *, you get sent to the demon prince castle.

There you are supposed to get your proper education from your new adoptive brother and his butler.

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Being summoned to the Devildom out of nowhere is a massive shock to say it lightly.

Yet here I am standing in front of a huge throne in a massive room. An equally impressive man sitting on the throne.

  His sheer presence demands my full attention.

I can only swallow my saliva. I'm sure that my life is over.

The demon stares at me, my body naturally trembles.

  When he opens his mouth, I hold my breath in anticipation. "Mortal child, I have summoned you here in order to adopt you. Henceforth you shall be recognized as my heir and potential future ruler of this realm." His voice almost shakes the foundation of the room.

My mouth starts moving almost on its own. Before I realized it, words spilled from my mouth. "Wait a moment; I'm an adult. I already have a life in the human world and ruler of the underworld? Do I get no say in this?"

I instantly regret my big mouth. Feeling like his gaze burns a hole through me.

"I have already decided. I'm not concerned about your options. You will stay with my son and will be properly instructed by him. I wish to see results or else I will replace you with someone more capable." His words echo in the huge room.

  I know what this implies, I have to play along or I will be dead.

And so in a single moment my whole world is turned upside down.

  Without any further explanation I once more find myself in a completely new environment.

This also appears to be a castle or at least an enormous mansion, at least by judging the interior.

I stare in awe at the place, feeling overwhelmed by this whole ordeal.

  At this moment I notice a slightly concerned looking man staring at me. Normally I would find this rude, but he is very handsome, so I let it slide.

He gives me the brightest of smiles. Is it possible this day isn't all terrible?

  "Welcome to my castle. My name is Diavolo and according to my father we are now siblings. I know this must be a lot to take in, but I'm sure we will get along just fine." Diavolo seems to take this new development pretty easy.

I wonder if he is used to antics like these. Maybe his father pulls stunts like this all the time?

"Hello… To be completely honest I would rather just go back home but I assume that is not an option." I feel a bit wary of him, despite his seemingly welcoming attitude.

  Diavolo has an otherworldly feel to him that I can't quite pinpoint, but I'm certain that he is a demon.

  "My father can be quite hard headed at times. I know he means well, though. It's been my dream to make our realms come closer, for an extremely long time. I guess this is just how my father decided to help with that." Diavolo sounds nonchalant about this whole situation.

I'm unsure what I can even say to that logic. "Was it necessary to kidnap me?"

"I'm certain there must be better methods but it's too late for that now. Regardless, I'm pretty thrilled to have a little sibling now. So let's do our best to get along." Diavolo smiles at me, bright as the sun.

Somehow I get swept away by his beaming smile and friendly behavior. "Sure, let's do that."

  Diavolo seems extremely pleased by my answer, and his smile somehow gets even more beaming.

At this point I start wondering if he might be secretly an angel but I keep that to myself.

  "Barbatos will you show my sibling their room?" Diavolo speaks to someone behind me.

I turn my head and am surprised by a man right behind me. I had not noticed him at all. I'm unsure if I should be terrified or impressed.

"Of course, my lord. Please follow me, young liege." Barbatos turns to me with a courteous smile. It's easy to see that he is the butler of my new brother.

It's very hard to say no to this, so I simply give Diavolo a slight bow and follow after Barbatos.

  He escorts me deeper into the castle, it looks like a confusing maze to me.

I look in awe at the new scenery. I still can't comprehend that I will stay here.

  Then Barbatos stops in front of a door.

I practically run into him.

He opens the door and motions to me to follow him.

Carefully I step inside of the room, unsure what I should expect. The room is extremely luxurious. Even the curtains look more expensive than my entire previous house.

The bed is big enough for at least five people and there are two other doors in the room.

    "This is your room. You should be able to find whatever you require. You have your own private bathroom and dressing room. In addition you have a private study, small library and a room to meet with your guests." Barbatos explains everything very calmly.

I hope that I don't have a foolish expression on my face right now. My mind is completely vacant. "Is all of this really for me?" I look at Barbatos, still waiting for someone to wake me up from this dream.

"Yes indeed. You should rest a little until dinner time. I'm sure all of this is quite a lot for you to handle." Barbatos is smiling as usual but I feel like I can see a twinkle of kindness. Maybe I'm just imagining it.

"Alright, umm what kind of clothes should I wear for dinner?" I honestly feel lost and hope they don't expect me to wear some uncomfortable fancy clothes.

"You can keep wearing your current attire but I also supplied your dressing room with some essentials. I know the collection is still relatively lacking, but I was in a bit of a bind since we only heard about your arrival today. I'm sure you will find something that is to your liking." Barbatos seems slightly upset, as if he failed by only getting essentials. Honestly, I can't even start imagining what he finds essential.

“I'm sure that I will find something to wear.” I try to reassure him.

   Barbatos looks relieved. "I will let you rest now but please don't hesitate to call me if you find anything missing or have any questions."

I'm about to ask if he will hear me but then I remember that he is a demon and decide to just accept it.

Barbatos silently leaves the room.

    Unsure what to do, I stand in the room for a few moments.

Next I decide to look at my new clothes. I hope that Barbatos' work attire is a good sign for his general taste in clothes.

With trembling hands I open the door to the dressing room. It's massive and filled with clothes.

My eyes are wide open. I'm convinced that I forgot to breathe for about a minute.

The sheer amount of clothing is absolutely overwhelming.

Everything looks perfect, so perfect it's kinda scary.

     I just step backward and close the door. I'm definitely not prepared for any of these.

In the end I stay in the clothes that are on my body. Barbatos said this would be fine after all.

I look around a bit, but I'm kinda frightened to touch anything and just awkwardly sit down on the bed.

It's extremely soft and comfortable. I wasn't expecting it to be this nice.

I lay down and just enjoy the soft comfort of my new bed for a bit, well at least that's the plan.

    - I still haven't decided who the end goal here is. Well it's a ride for sure.

#obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #How to become a Demon Ruler #demon ruler 101 #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #omswd #obey me! #obey me shall we date #i currently vote for both of them lol

[bffsoobin]

TXT Members as Hogwarts Students

Word Count: 1,087

A/N: anyone who knows me knows I am a massive Harry Potter stan (started reading the books when I was 8) so I really really wanted to combine it with the boys! I also don’t have time for a full blown Harry Potter au at the moment so I thought some head cannons would be perfect to get it out of my system haha. Special shoutout to anyone who took the google survey I made cause that helped me form these!

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༺Yeonjun༻

My Slytherin boy

Yeonjun is the type of Hogwarts student who pretends like he doesn’t care about school but deep down he’s super dedicated to his studies

He really loves potions class

Tried to get on the Quidditch team but as soon as he got on a broom he knew it was not for him- he’s clumsier than he would ever admit

He’s a pure blood but never announced it cause he really does not think it matters

Super popular!! He has so many friends from all the different houses

He also is constantly advocating for Slytherins (we aren’t all villains!)

A total class clown too, definitely has cost the house a few points in his attempts to conjure up joke spells during class

If we’re placing him in the same timeline as the original Harry Potter characters, he would definitely be raising hell along with Fred and George

Really digs wearing the robes and ties cause he knows he looks fine, definitely checks himself out every chance he gets

Got a billion people asking him to the Yule Ball cause he is just That boy

Once stumbled upon the Room of Requirement when he was really craving food from home and he might have shed a few tears upon opening the door to see all his favorite snacks laid out on for him

༺Soobin༻ 

You guys overwhelmingly voted that he is a Hufflepuff and I agree

He is a pretty shy and quiet student but all of the professors love him

I think he would be super into Transfiguration

Prefers wearing sweaters and cardigans to wearing the traditional robes

Probably part of the frog choir and secretly wants to join the Quidditch team but he’s afraid of hurting himself after seeing other people get hurt in his first year

All of his friends know that he’s actually hilarious and sometimes kind of an airhead

I feel like he would be from a muggle family

He had a tendency to get lost around the castle when he first showed up but it led him to finding a bunch of spaces to sit and enjoy being in the castle

He is obsessed with the aesthetics of the castle, definitely takes photos and writes down details to keep so he never forgets

He definitely has a pet cat that he adores and sleeps on the foot of his bed every night with him

You can always find him kind of fluttering around the castle either reading, talking to other students, admiring animals or just admiring whatever was in front of him

༺Beomgyu༻ 

Okay the voting for him was extremely split? 

But in the end more of you voted for him being a Gryffindor, which I can totally see

Beomgyu is definitely a pure blood and proud of it but not an ass about it

100% a Quidditch star, I could see him being a Keeper and absolutely rocking it

Much more lowkey about classes, he’s really at Hogwarts cause it’s a family tradition and make friends and vibe

You know that scene of Cedric laying on the bench in the courtyard? That’s Beomgyu’s vibe

He would also always be in the common room, lounging in front of the fire half asleep, just talking to whoever came in 

Even though he isn’t quite as involved in school I feel like he would still really be secretly really good at spells, like give the boy any new spell to learn and it only takes him a few tries to get it right

I have an image of him laying on the couch in the common room late at night, casting spells into the darkness and just grinning to himself in satisfaction

Tries to act tough and brave about everything because of his house but he’s a massive softy who gets scared by the portraits every once in a while

Addicted to magical candies; chocolate frogs, every flavor beans, all that jazz

༺Taehyun༻ 

Ravenclaw!!!!!

I’m glad most of us are on the same page here

The image of Taehyun, hair slicked back, quill bouncing between his fingers as he reads? Yes please

I think he’d be a half-blood and this would accelerate his interest in learning all things magical before he even got to Hogwarts

He loves Defense Against the Dark Arts and learning all of the protection spells because he’s such a cautious and caring person that he wants to be ready for any situation

Finds the patronus charm most fascinating and beautiful

Isn’t a Quidditch player but definitely watches all of the games and occasionally bets on them cause he’s really good at predicting who will win 

He also is pretty popular and has a lot of friends from different houses

Taehyun is definitely the type to hold study groups and make sure that everyone is on the right track

But cross him a single time and suddenly you’re enemies. One time someone got him in trouble for reading from the restricted section and he hexed their quill so they failed every assignment they had

I can see him also being all about night-time at the castle and he definitely lives for the Hogsmeade trips

As much as he loves being at Hogwarts he has a heart for traveling and would often wander out to Hagrid’s hut and the woods and imagine what it’d be like to run away

He would definitely want to become an Auror once he leaves Hogwarts

༺Hueningkai༻ 

Okay as much as I hate the house stereotypes

Kai is the classic Hufflepuff one

He’s sweet, funny, super kind and just the kind of person that you always want around you 

Probably a half-blood too, but his magical parent didn’t tell him much about Hogwarts just so the surprise was still there

Strikes me as a student who loves and excels at Herbology- I could see him having a group of little plants that he keeps on his bedside table 

Literally always laughing about something, the sound of his giggles bounce through the hallways almost 24/7

He is extremely outgoing and you could find him in the middle of groups of students quite often, always telling some kind of story

The kind of kid who would forget to eat at dinner because he spends so much time talking to his friends

Not much of a reader but he loves the comfy furniture in the library so he’s there quite often

Animals love him and just sort of jump out of the woodwork toward him; he visited Hagrid once and before he knew it Fang was asleep with his head in Hueningkai’s lap

He’s also huge on house pride and totally goes out of his way to get Hufflepuff more house points

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