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worst-siblings-tournament · 8 days

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Round 1, Match 3

Krauss, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa Ushiromiya (Umineko) vs The Princes of Stormhold (Stardust)

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Krauss, Eva, Rudolf and Rosa Ushiromiya

The four children of billionaire Kinzo Ushiromiya. Every year, they return home to Rokkenjima Island for a family conference. With Kinzo's health declining, to the point where he hardly ever leaves his room, the only topic on their minds is how to carve up his fortune.

Krauss is the eldest, and Kinzo's successor. Even if he's not the smartest of the siblings, his position as heir and imposing physique let him push them around. He even used to beat his younger siblings. Now, they suspect him of abusing his position as Kinzo's caregiver to embezzle their rightful share of the family fortune.

Eva is the second child, and incredibly resentful about it. She despises the fact that despite being so much more intelligent than Krauss, he's always above her just because he's older and a man. She's devoted her whole life to usurping Krauss' position, and then devoted her son's life to becoming the next heir instead of Krauss' daughter. When not scheming against her brother, she loves finding ways to torment and cruelly provoke her siblings, sister-in-law, and the servants.

Rudolf is the third, and with little hope of becoming heir, became a conman and a playboy (though he eventually settled down as a married man and white-collar criminal). Suffering from his sibling's bullying, he turned all their physical and emotional abuse on his sister Rosa. Though unlike Eva, he's stopped being cruel to her as an adult.

Rosa is the youngest sibling, and she's had a terrible life. Even as an adult, she's still terrified of Eva and acts dumb around her for fear of provoking her. But if she was given the opportunity, she could easily make them pay for what she's suffered.

The Princes of Stormhold

(Primus, Secundus, Tertius, Quartus, Quintus, Sextus and Septimus)

The last male descendant of the King gets to become the next king. So the brothers all go off killing each other so they can inherit the kingdom. they are pretty terrible to each other in that respect, but also a kingdom based on such succession is not going to be thriving like it could be.

(luckily they have a sister)

#worst siblings tournament #Round 1 #Poll #Umineko #Stardust #stormhold #krauss ushiromiya #eva ushiromiya #rudolf ushiromiya #rosa ushiromiya #poll tournament

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wc-of-dnd · 10 days

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The Kingdom of Thunder and Storms

The Kingdom of Thunder and Storms is not really a kingdom. It's a town with a Queen and a royalty-ish system. When the magical resurgence started, royalty escaped to the north and attempted to stay at what would later become Castle Brimstone and the surrounding townhouses. A curse was placed on this land by a powerful sorcerer seeking revenge against the rich who'd refused to aid their community and instead fled in their time of need. The town's surrounding area became a blasted heath that would never naturally grow flora.

Sometime later, the survivors of the lower continent arrived. Using newly rediscovered magic some areas were saved from the curse, at a price. The fortress- Castle Brimstone- proved to be the easiest place to hold an entire town in the event of a dragon attack. The survivors settled in the abandoned heath and renamed the town to StormHold.

Camp image below:

[Image description: A simplified map of an overhead view of a camp. The camp has a fortress represented by simplified shapes to the top left, labeled 'Castle Brimstone'. Within the castle is an area labeled 'Warrior training ground'. To the top right is a rectangle labeled 'Healer's House', connected to a dashed line representing a fence. Behind the Healer's House is an area labeled 'Graveyard + Herb Garden' where in tiny almost illegible text 'King's Memorium' is written. Below the Healer's House is a rectangle labeled 'Warrior's Barracks'. Beneath that is a house labeled as 'Family Housing' and below that 'Tailor/Menders.' To the left of that is a building labeled 'Blacksmiths/Butchers' and to the left of that another 'Family Housing'. Finally, the last building on the bottom left is labeled 'Elder Community Housing'. Stretching from the fortress are orangish red footpaths that are shaped to look vaguely like veins or possibly a tree. They connect to each house and major building. Between the fortress and the elder community housing is a campfire.]

[Sorry if that is terrible, I'm not good at image descriptions!]

Unfinished sketch of The Kingdom's territory:

(NOTE: The camp is represented with less houses than are actually present in camp on the larger map. This is because it's still work in progress, and more buildings will be added.)

[Image ID: A colored unfinished map depicting the town seen in the previous image in a more 3-d style, with paths leading out from the camp to various locations. One leads to a cliff, one leads to a strangely shaped pyramidic mountain, one leads to a deep and long forest. A river runs close to the path between the mountain and the camp.]

Major Locations in The Kingdom:

Camp

See above.

The Forest

Since the Blasted Heath doesn't grow much other than herbs (Without magical intervention), most food is foraged from the nearby forest. Patrols of warriors (in times of war this job is done by blacksmiths, menders, butchers, and those not fighting.) go out daily to the forest. They hunt and gather edible plants and vegetables.

HighPeak

HighPeak is the mountain that holds the MoonLight, a mysterious effect of the light that allows Healers and those seeking it's guidance to speak to their past relatives and ancestors.

Charged Rapids

The Charged Rapids are a river that runs perpendicular to the path between Camp and HighPeak. It's a big source of clean water, and occasionally fishing for the kingdom.

The Old Hag's Grave

The Old Hag's Grave is a small grove of a few trees surrounding a large and warped stone. It was named by a group of children, and doesn't serve any specific purpose for the kingdom. Every time someone asks who the Old Hag is, a different answer is given.

#Worldbuilding #warriors dnd crossover #StormHold

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lifewithaview · 1 year

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"What do stars do?"

Stardust (2007)

The passage from this world to the fantasy kingdom of Stormhold is through a breach in a wall beside an English village. In the 1800s, a boy becomes a man when he ventures through the breach in pursuit of a fallen star, to prove his love for the village beauty. The star is no lump of rock, it's a maiden, Yvaine. Tristan, the youth, is not the only one looking for her: three witches, led by Lamia, want her heart to make them young; and, the sons of the dead king of Stormhold want her because she holds a ruby that will give one of them title to the throne. Assisting Tristan are his mother, the victim of a spell, and a cross-dressing pirate of the skies. Will Tristan win his true love?

#Stardust #2007 #movie #film #adventure #fantasy #Stormhold #star #Yvaine #witches #Tristan #Charlie Cox #Claire Danes #cinema #romance

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debeedoublefu · 2 years

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Oh to be the ghost of one of the 7 Stormhold brothers, simply observing as your brother's murder eachother and and golf clapping or dive scoring them

#stardust #a simpler life #or death i suppose #stardust 2007 #stormhold #ias posts

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hasretler · 6 months

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#stormhold #england #stardust #çoban yıldızı #.#yıldıztozu

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aarcanechaoss · 11 months

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Pretty Boys

Masterlist

William and Patri have found comfort with Yvaine and she with them. A confession turned more brings something to be desired.

Warnings: smut, threesome

Notes: as promised

It started when she bumped into them. Her night black hair a stark contrast to his white-blonde, her clear unmarred face contrasting the other man’s scarred. her voice was as clear as a bell and eyes as dazzling as sapphires. In one word, never uttered between them aloud, they thought she was beautiful.

It was like their minds melted whenever she smiled at them, like their skin was on fire when she looked their way and when she spoke… both men can agree that her voice was far too enticing.

Patri brought it up first, telling William how… strange he felt with her around, how he hated when she wasn’t. William was no better, agreeing with Patri almost immediately. Neither couldn’t find it in themselves to lie to each other… there was no point.

And it didn’t matter how much she smiled or how fast their hearts beat Yvaine made them so terribly nervous. Every time they met, spoke, ate together it was like their hearts were going to leap out of their chests.

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Yvaine Stormholder was far too kind. She held herself with high standards and probably looked like she lived on caffeine and she currently had a nasty bruise healing over her cheekbone as she was talking to William about her patrol and simply checking in with the both of them. Patri was watching with wide eyes, taking her in.

Her hair was pulled back in a braid, loose strands framing her face perfectly and her cloak was draped atop William’s desk. Yvaine’s uniform looked disheveled and it was driving him mad. The open collar, the smoothness of her neck, the sharpness of her jaw, the way he could see her pale skin shining beneath the opened buttons of her shirt. Golden eyes met with Violet. It was time.

“Yvaine…” William said, “Patri and I have something we’d like to discuss with you.”

They’d practiced this, they’d planned for this. Whether rejection or acceptance came was an entirely different matter.

“Of course. You can tell me anything boys.” And there was that damn smile again.

“We- uh we.” This was harder than either of them thought. Patri swallowed before blurting out. “We both have feelings for you and would love if you would give us a chance.”

“Please.” William whispered afterwards. Yvaine only sat, mouth dropped a little, sapphire eyes staring wide at both men. They couldn’t look at her, they’d destroyed the friendship that had formed and thrown it off a cliff- and then she smiled.

“Oh thank gods.” She breathed out with a laugh. “I thought I was insane for having feelings for you both.”

Patri and William’s jaws dropped but she continued.

“It’s been so tough pretending to just be friendly with you when every time I see you I want to kiss you and hold your hands and-” she paused. “Ya know other couple things.”

“Couple things?” William asked.

“Yeah.” She squeaked, her pale face flushing a brilliant red.

“You like us both!” Patri exclaimed. She nodded. “You aren’t going to pick one of us?”

“Oh is that what you intended!” She seemed panicked. “Gods sorry I… I don’t think I could-”

“Yvaine breathe.” William said, having moved to kneel in front of her. He grasped her hand. “Trust us we are just as glad that you didn’t choose.”

“Don’t give me heart attacks like that.” She sighed, leaning forward. Her forehead pressed against William’s mask, most definitely making an indent in her skin. Yvaine reached a hand out, grasping Patri’s in her own. Both men just laughed.

“Where’s the fun in that.” Patri teased, pressing a kiss to her hand. Her blue eyes seemed to gleam something nefarious as she moved her other hand to William’s chin.

“And just for that Will gets the first one.”

“First what?” William asked before melting. Her lips pressed against his, warm and inviting, her hand- though cold to the touch- tilted his chin up so the kiss could deepen. Her tongue pressed against his lips, prying them apart to explore his mouth. William’s hand fell to her thigh, tightening his hold the longer the kiss lasted.

And then she pulled away.

“How was that?” She asked, panting. Whether Yvaine was asking William or Patri neither knew but the Elf didn’t bother with an answer as he grasped the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, just as deep, just a needy. He was lent over her, still standing and now straining his neck just so his tongue could explore her mouth… and how he wanted to explore more than that.

She was left panting harder, sapphire eyes bouncing between them both, leaning into their hands.

“If this is a dream I don’t know if I want to wake up.” She laughed, placing her exposed neck on display as she threw her head back. Patri growled, as he dove for the smooth expanse.

William watched, eyes darting between both Elf and woman.

“Perhaps…” William said slowly, Violet eyes turning dark with want, with need. “�� we should make our way to a less… public location.”

“Who’s room is closer?” Yvaine asked without hesitation.

“William’s.” The golden eyes man breathed.

“Well then Captain… lead the way.”

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The door had barely shut behind them before Patri pounced on her, lips sucking and nipping at her jaw, hands travelling down her sides. William stood behind her, his hands grasping at Yvaine’s hips, pulling her flush against him. A soft sound left her lips at the feeling, she grabbed Patri’s arms, fingers tugging on his sleeves as if to pull him closer.

William’s lips met the back over her neck as he pushed her braided hair to the side.

“You’re so beautiful.” The Captain murmured against her skin, breath warm and shiver inducing.

Patri’s teeth nipped at the junction of her neck and shoulder as his hands moved upwards, pressing gently over her breasts before tugging at the buttons. It didn’t take long before her uniform shirt was discarded and thrown across the room, Yvaine’s brassiere the only thing covering her chest.

With both men distracted, placing chaste kisses across her neck and shoulders, Yvaine was quick to tug at Patri’s clothes. William’s hands crept up her stomach, feeling how her soft stomach seemed to tense and relax with each soft drag of his fingers as they moved higher and higher. Soon his hands grasped her breasts. A soft moan left Yvaine’s lips, head tilting backwards into William’s shoulder.

“I think we should move this to your bed Captain Vangeance.” Yvaine said breathily and neither male found that they could disagree.

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Patri’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his hands moving between his face, the sheets and Yvaine’s hair. Her braid had been long undone, draping like a cloak of midnight across her shoulders and the Elven man’s thighs as she bobbed her head up and down. She had one hand splayed over his hip, seemingly holding him down while her other hand was behind her, reaching for William.

William had his bottom lip worried between his teeth as he rocked himself deep inside the illusion mage. He was leant over her, his face buried in her night black tresses, pressing his lips to the uncovered smooth expanse of skin.

“Fuck.” Patri growled, fingers tightening their grip in her hair making her look up beneath dark lashes. Those hypnotic sapphire eyes staring deeply into his gold. Her nose pressed against his pelvis as he bucked up into her mouth, the soft gagging only spurring him on. William’s deep thrusts pressing her even closer to Patri.

“Taking me so well darling.” William whispered, his breath leaving a trail of goosebumps along her spine. She moaned around Patri’s cock, the vibrations only making him buck up more and as William’s hand moved between her thighs, fingers grazing her clit Yvaine found herself losing balance. The illusion mage felt like she was melting in their embrace.

“Yvaine.” Patri moaned, “G’nna… f’ck’n’…”

“Me too.” William grunted, hips undulating faster, his pace sporadic and almost deeper than before. Yvaine was close, almost cumming from the image of Patri’s splayed out before her. William’s fingers and cock hitting places she didn’t think could be hit.

It was a strange sort of unison, barely seconds apart between orgasms. Yvaine was first, hips shaking, nails breaking skin and thighs twitching with each rolling wave of her orgasm. Patri was next, with one final buck he found he couldn’t stop himself from releasing down her throat, hissing in overwhelming pleasure as he felt her swallow his seed. William quickly followed suit, glad he’d been smart enough to ask beforehand that Yvaine took strong contraceptives because he couldn’t move, couldn’t stop the wave and thrust of his hips as he came.

They collapsed with heaves and pants, Yvaine face-planting into Patri’s stomach as William pulling away, prepared to grab a towel from his bathroom and clean them all up.

“Where are you going?” Yvaine questions, face still squished against the Elf.

“To clean us up?” The Captain replies, eyes crinkling as he grinned. That beautiful face that she had peppered a million kisses on, still flushed and happy from their endeavour.

“Are we done already?” Patri murmured, almost sleepily as his hand trailed through Yvaine’s long, thick hair.

“Give me a minute to feel my legs and I could go again.” Yvaine giggled.

William chucked and meant forward, pressing a kiss to Yvaine’s flushed cheeks.

“Let me at least grab a towel for when we are done.”

“I suppose I can allow that.” Yvaine snickered, watching as her partner vanished into the nearby bathroom. She turned to Patri, chin digging into his chest. “Shh.”

Patri raised a brow, watching as she pulled herself up, shakily bringing herself into a seated position over his thighs. Her lips fluttering along his skin.

“What are you doing?” He whispered.

“Putting on a show.” She smirked.

William can certainly say he hadn’t expected Yvaine and Patri up and ready for the next round for the minute he had been gone but he couldn’t say he was unhappy with it. So of course he immediately joined.

Hopefully no one needed any of them over the weekend because they can all agree that this was a far better use of their time.

#black clover smut #william vangeance smut #black clover patolli smut #Yvaine Stormholder

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yougetoneshot · 5 months

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Stardust: Royal Pains

Chapter 1: Blood Moon

Summary:

Two mysterious figures resurrect all of the Stormhold princes but they come back in the wrong bodies.

Warnings:

All of the princes’ bodies are exactly as they were when they died. Elements of body horror associated with their injuries will be present.

Notes:

Based on events from the 2007 film- not the book. The Stormhold family is Fey and all have unique Fey traits. None of the traits or ages are canon.

Primus: 58 (Killed at 58). Badger Fey. Has tripes down his back, smells like parchment and wax, and super strength when angry. Sixth to die. Throat slit in bathtub by the witch Lamia. Possessor cannot talk.

Secundus: 52 (Killed at 52). Platypus Fey. He has webbed toes, smells like almond butter, and can speak to animals. Fourth to die by Septimus pushing him off a balcony. Body is completely unusable.

Tertius: 48 (Killed at 48). Fish Fey. Has gills, smells like fresh brownies, and can teleport. Fifth to die. Poisoned by Septimus. Possessor suffers from shortness of breath and random intense chest pains.

Quartus: 46 (Killed at 34). Bird Fey. Has a feathered spine, smells like mint, and darkvision. The second to die frozen to death in a freezer at the hands of Secundus. Possessor is constantly shivering.

Quintus: 42 (Killed at 28). Dragon Fey. Has small bat wings, smells like sandalwood, and can breathe fire. The first prince to die in his bed with an axe to the head from Septimus. Possessor suffers from memory loss and impaired mental capabilities.

Sextus: 40 (Killed at 35). Lizard Fey. Has a lizard’s tail, smells like coffee, and can camouflage. 3rd to die. Killed in a fire set by Septimus. Possessor cannot touch things without part of their skin sticking to it.

Septimus: 38 (Killed at 38). Shark Fey. Has a second hidden row of sharp teeth, smells like the ocean, and never sleeps. Last to die and was drowned via voodoo doll by the witch Lamia. Sustained fire damage, piercing and slashing wounds to the chest along with a broken leg and arm. Body is partially unusable and possessor struggles with breathing.

Una: 42. Una and Quintas are fraternal twins. Traded off by Septimus to Ditchwater at the age of 27. Has cat ears she hides under her hair, smells like lavender, and has the ability to charm any man that gets close. Still living.

Chapter 1: Blood Moon

Amidst rubble and broken glass, buried beneath a heavy chandelier lay the body of Prince Septimus. Only a matter of hours had passed since his death and partial reanimation at the hands of Lamia the witch. Over the chandelier, two cloaked figures stood and lifted it off his corpse.

“You’re sure this is one of the princes?” The taller of the two figures whispered.

“I’m sure. Let’s get the body and put it with the others.” The shorter replied while grabbing Septimus at the shoulders to start lifting.

“We have all seven now?” The other lifted his feet.

“Yes. Now we can commence reanimation.” They took the body out to a wagon and set it in the back next to six other bodies. The two figures rubbed their hands together as a cool wind whipped their cloaks about and a red moon rose in the distance.

“Quickly. There isn’t much time.”

The wagon was pulled into a large clearing where a circle was formed of seven large stones painted with varying symbols surrounding a pedestal holding an iridescent crystal.

“Now, we just set them by the correct stone and their bodies will reanimate at the height of the blood moon.”

“How do we know which stone goes to which body?” The taller cloaked figure looked around at the stones.

“…I thought you knew that?”

“No, I thought you knew that?!”

“Why would I know that?!”

“You painted the stones!”

“Yea but I wasn’t told what the symbols mean!”

“Well, I’m sure it won’t be a problem to guess.. we were just hired to bring them back. The boss didn’t say they had to be in the correct bodies, right?”

“Right. Now let’s move them.” The two cloaked figures moved the bodies, all in varying degrees of decay, positioned with their heads just below the stones and their feet at the base of the pedestal in the middle of the circle. As the crimson moon rose directly over the circle, the crystal and paintings on the stones lit up crimson red and the bodies underneath them began to rise into the air. They floated for a moment before illuminating and falling back to the ground with thuds.

“..did it work?” One of the cloaked figures looked around at the bodies as the other pointed and moved towards the body of Quintus.

“That one moved.”

The two slowly moved to the body as it suddenly sprang up with a loud gasp and wide eyes set on the two cloaked figures as they screamed in surprise.

“Would you quiet down! I’ve got a splitting headache-“

The two figures exchanged looks as Quintus suddenly stood up and walked over to the body of Septimus. He stood over it as Septimus sat up spewing out water with pained gasps before looking up surprised.

“Quintus? You’re alive?”

“..I’m not Quintus.”

“You sure look like Quintus to me- wait… why do I sound like-“

“Septimus? Because I’m Septimus and that’s my body.”

“Septimus?! Why am I you and why are you Quintas?!”

“Who are you?”

“Primus.”

“I think I preferred the witch controlling my body.” Septimus rolled his eyes as he held his- or rather Quintas’s- head. He grimaced as his fingers felt a large axe shaped hole in his head. “What is happening?”

“I think they know.” Primus pointed to the cloaked figures watching them. He attempted to stand but yelped as his -or rather Septimus’s- right leg wouldn’t bear any weight. Primus moved to touch it but found Septimus’s right arm was broken in multiple places as well. “What didn’t the witch break?” He groaned as he decided to just sit in despair at his condition.

“Maybe we should have asked which bodies went with the different stones.” The taller cloaked figure mused out loud as the brothers began reanimating one by one- not a single one in the correct body.

“Too late for that now. Let’s just get them back to the boss.” The smaller one gestured to the wagon as they spoke to the group of resurrected princes. “Please climb into the wagon and we will take you home.”

The princes groaned as they complained about their swapped bodies that were still in various stages of deterioration. Primus sat grumpily in Septimus’s broken body while Secundus- shivering in Quartus’s frostbitten body- tried to help him to the wagon. Tertius fumed as he tried to speak out of the body of Primus but to no avail as the slash to his throat had cut the vocal cords. Sextus, who possessed Tertius’s body, stared at his own charred body that was possessed by Quintas and sighed in relief that he got one of the few healthier bodies instead of his own. Quintas was smiling ear to ear at Septimus having to endure the splitting headache from the axe blow he’d delivered to kill Quintas while he was sleeping- a well deserved irony in his humble opinion. Both Quintas and Sextus had to help Quartus as he had the misfortune of possessing Secundus’s body, which had taken a rather lengthy fall from the top of Stormhold tower and broken every bone in his body. Once all of the princes had managed to climb on or be helped into the wagon, the cloaked figures began the journey to Stormhold castle.

#stardust (2007)#Stormhold princes #Prince Septimus #Prince Sextus #Prince Quintas #Prince Quartus #Prince Tertius #Prince Secundus #Prince Primus #shows up 2 years later with a fanfiction for a 2007 film 🫣

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