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theladyregret · 11 months

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Drow Name Tables

Something I did as a special favor to @kimmurielsscryingmirror (@eldritchmist ) who showed interest. Because it’s...pretty big I decided to make it into it’s own post.

These are a few Drow naming tables that were originally found in an issue of Dragon Magazine. It’s two d100 tables of prefixes and suffixes commonly used in first names. The second couple of tables is a list of common house name prefixes and suffixes.

EDIT: Just a little something for those who care which I didn’t add before because it took me so long to finish the transcription I just wanted to post it lol. The gender difference is noted in the related Dragon Magazine article as being significant. Non Drow may not notice but a Drow will notice the difference. Female names sometimes borrow parts that are normally only considered male and this is considered fine...but a male with a name that borrows a typically only female part would be seen as extremely taboo.

Prefix (Female/Male) - Meaning

Akor/Alak beloved, best, first

Alaun/Alton lightning, powerful

Aly/Kel legendary, singing, song

Ang/Adin beast, monstrous, savage

Ardul/Amal blessed, divine, godly

Aun/Ant crypt, dead, deadly, death

Bae/Bar fate, fated, luck, lucky

Bal/Bel burned, burning, fire, flame

Belar/Bruh arrow, lance, piercing

Briz/Berg graceful, fluid, like water

Bur/Bhin craft, crafty, sly

Chal/Chasz earth, stable

Char/Kron sick, venom, venomed

Chess/Cal noble, lady/lord

Dhaun infested, plague

Dil/Dur cold, ice, still

Dirz/Div dream, dreaming, fantasy

Dris/Riz ash, dawn, east, eastern

Eclav/Elk chaos, mad, madness

Elvan/Kalan elf, elven, far, lost

Elv/Elaug drow, mage, power

Erel/Rhyl eye, moon, spy

Ethe/Erth mithril, resolute

Faer/Selds oath, sworn, vow

Felyn/Fil pale, thin, weak, white

Filf/Phar dwarf, dwarven, treacherous

Gauss/Orgoll dread, fear, feared, vile

G'eld friend, spider

Ghuan accursed, curse, unlucky

Gin/Din berserk, berserker, orc, wild

Grey/Gul ghost, pale, unliving

Hael/Hatch marked, trail, way

Hal/Sol deft, nimble, spider-like

Houn/Rik magic, ring, staff

Iiv/Dip liege, war, warrior

Iim life, living, spirit, soul

Illiam/Im devoted, heart, love

In/Sorn enchanted, spell

Ilph emerald, green, lush, tree

Irae/Ilzt arcane, mystic, wizard

Irr/Izz hidden, mask, masked

Iym/Ist endless, immortal

Jan/Duag shield, warded

Jhael/Gel ambitious, clan, kin, family

Jhul/Jar charmed, rune, symbol

Jys/Driz hard, steel, unyielding

Lael/Llt iron, west, western

Lar/Les binding, bound, law, lawful

LiNeer/Mourn legend, legendary, mythical

Lird/Ryld brand, branded, owned, slave

Lua/Lyme bright, crystal, light

Mal/Malag mystery, secret

May/Mas beautiful, beauty, silver

Micar lost, poison, widow

Min/Ran lesser, minor, second

Mol/Go blue, storm, thunder, wind

Myr/Nym lost, skeleton, skull

Nath/Mer �� doom, doomed, fate

Ned/Nad cunning, genius, mind, thought

Nhil/Nal fear, gorrible, horror, outraged

Neer core, root, strong

Null/Nil sad, tear, weeping

Olor/Omar skin, tattoo, tattooed

Pellan/Relon north, platiunum, wind

Phaer/Vorn honor, honored

Phyr/Phyx bless, blessed, blessing

Qualn/Quil mighty, ocean, sea

Quar aged, eternal, time

Quav/Quev charmed, docile, friend

Qil/Quil foe, goblin, slave

Rauv/Welv cave, rock, stone

Ril/Ryl foretold, omen

Sbat/Szor amber, yellow

Sab/Tsab abyss, empty, void

Shi'n/Kren fool, foolish, young

Shri/Ssz silk, silent

Shur/Shar dagger, edge, stiletto

Shynt invisible, skilled, unseen

Sin/Szin festival, joy, pleasure

Ssap/Tath blue, midnight, night

Susp/Spir learned, skilled, wise

Talab/Tluth burn, burning, fire

Tal/Tar love, pain, wound, wounded

Triel/Taz bat, winged

T'riss/Teb blade, sharp, sword

Ulvir/Uhls gold, golden, treasure

Umrae/Hurz faith, faithful, true

Vas/Vesz blood, bloody, flesh

Vic abyss, deep, profound

Vier/Val black, dark, darkness

Vlon/Wod bold, hero, heroic

Waer/Wehl deep, hidden, south, southern

Wuyon/Wruz humble, third, trivial

Xull/Url blooded, crimson, ruby

Xun demon, fiend, fiendish

Yas/Yaz riddle, spinning, thread, web

Zar/Zakn dusk, haunted, shadow

Zebey/Zek dragon, lithe, rage, wyrm

Zes/Zsz ancient, elder, respected

Zilv/Vuz forgotten, old, unknown

Suffixes (Female/Male) - Meaning

a/agh breaker, destruction, end, omega

ace/as savant, scholar, wizard

ae/aun dance, dancer, life, player

aer/d blood, blood of, heir

afae/afein bane, executioner, slayer

afay/aufein eyes, eyes of, seer

ala/launim healer, cleric

anna/erin advisor, counselor to

arra/atar queen/prince

aste bearer, keeper, slaver

avin/aonar guardian, guard, shield

ayne/al lunatic, maniac, manic, rage

baste/gloth path, walker

breena/antar matriach/patriarch, ruler

bryn/lyn agent, assassin, killer

cice/roos born of, child, young

cyrl/axle ally, companion, friend

da/daer illusionist, trickster

dia/drin rogue, stealer

diira/diirn initiate, sister/brother

dra/zar lover, match, mate

driira/driirn mother/father, teacher

dril/dorl knight, sword, warrior

e servant, slave, vessel

eari/erd giver, god, patron

eyl archer, arrow, flight, flyer

ffyn/fein minstrel, singer, song

fryn champion, victor, weapon, weapon of

iara/ica baron, duke, lady/lord

ice/eth obsession, taker, taken

idil/imar alpha, beginning, creator of, maker

iira/inid harbinger, herald

inidia secret, wall, warder

inil/in lady/lord, rider, steed

intra envoy, messenger, prophet

isstra/atlab acolyte, apprentice, student

ithra/irahc dragon, serpent, wyrm

jra/gos beast, biter, stinger

jss scout, stalker

kacha/kah beauty, hair, style

kiira/raen apostle, disciple

lay/dyn flight, flyer, wing, wings

lara/aghar cynic, death, end, victim

lin arm, armor, commander

lochar messenger, spider

mice/myr bone, bones, necromancer, witch

mur'ss shadow, spy, witness

na/nar adept, ghost, spirit

nilee/olil corpse, disease, ravager

niss/nozz chance, gambler, game

nitra/net kicker, returned, risen

nolu art, artist, expert, treasure

olin ascension, love, lover, lust

onia/onim rod, staff, token, wand

oyss/omph binder, judge, law, prison

qualyn ally, caller, kin

quarra/net horde, host, legion

quiri/oj aura, cloak, hide, skin

ra/or fool, game, prey, quarry

rae/rar secret, seeker, quest

raema/orvir crafter, fist, hand

raena/olvir center, haven, home

riia/rak enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ril bandit, enemy, raider, outlaw

riina/ree enchanter, mage, spellcaster

ryna/oyn follower, hired, mercenary

ryne/ryn blooded, elder, experienced

shalee/ral abjurer, gaze, watch, watcher

ssysn/rysn artifact, dweomer, sorcerer, spell

stin/trin clan, house, merchant, of the house

stra/tran spider, spinner, weaver

tana/ton darkness, lurker, prowler

thara/tar glyph, marker, rune

thrae/olg charmer, leader, seducer

tree/tel exile, loner, outcast, pariah

tyrr dagger, poison, poisoner, scorpion

ual/dan speed, strider

ue/dor arm, artisan, fingers

uit/dar breath, voice, word

une/diin diviner, fate, future, oracle

uque cavern, digger, mole, tunnel

urra/dax nomad, renegade, wanderer

va/ven comrade, honor, honored

vayas forge, forger, hammer, smith

vyll punishment, scourge, whip, zealot

vyrae/vyr mistress/master, overseer

wae/hrae heir, inheritor, princess

wiira/hriir seneschal of, steward

wyss/hrys best, creator, starter

xae/zaer orb, rank, ruler, sceptor

xena/zen cutter, gem, jewel, jeweler

xyra/zyr sage, teller

yl drow, woman/man

ylene/yln handmaiden/squire, maiden/youth

ymma/inyon drider, feet, foot, runner

ynda/yrd captain, custodian, marshal, ranger

ynrae/yraen heretic, rebel, riot, void

vrae architect, founder, mason

yrr protector, rival, wielder

zyne/zt finder, hunter

House Name Prefixes - Meaning

Alean the noble line of

Ale traders in

Arab daughters of

Arken mages of

Auvry blood of the

Baen blessed by

Barri spawn of

Cladd warriors from

Desp victors of

De champions of

Do' walkers in

Eils lands of

Everh the caverns of

Fre friends of

Gode clan of

Helvi those above

Hla seers of

Hun' the sisterhood of

Ken sworn to

Kil people of

Mae raiders from

Mel mothers of

My honored of

Noqu sacred to

Orly guild of

Ouss heirs to

Rilyn house of

Teken' delvers in

Tor mistresses of

Zau children of

House Name Suffixes - Meaning

afin the web

ana the night

ani the widow

ar poison

arn fire

ate the way

ath the dragons

duis the whip

ervs the depths

ep the underdark

ett magic

ghym the forgotten ways

iryn history

lyl the blade

mtor the abyss

ndar black hearts

neld the arcane

rae fell powers

rahel the gods

rret the void

sek adamantite

th challenges

tlar mysteries

t'tar victory

tyl the pits

und the spider's kiss

urden the darkness

val silken weaver

viir dominance

zynge the ruins

#Dungeons and Dragons #Drow #The Legend of Drizzt #dnd #dark elves

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autisticlancemcclain · 11 months

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fic rec friday 27

welcome to the twenty-seventh fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. Toaster by @admiralcanthackett

Lance cannot for the life of him think of the word in English. ~ Hunk is used to it, Keith is not and realizes Lance is more capable than he first thought.

polyglot lance loml. there was a point in time when admiralcanthackett (once thenakednymph) when pumped out more voltron fics than i did, and fae were fucking AWESOME at it. i was hooked on faer every word. im pretty sure i bookmarked almost every fic fae wrote!! this one is sweet because its very team as family, and lance appreciative.

2. Raindrops on roses by @zipadeea

"Lance, you can't just add 'space' to everything, just because we're in, well, space." "Oh c'mon, it works, though! Spaceship, Space Mall, Space Dad-," "What?" "Shiro is our Space Dad, Keith. Obviously. Sheesh, I thought you were smart."

The paladins call Shiro Space Dad. Shiro knows this. Here's four times they say it out loud, and the one time Shiro's finally okay with it.

yall remember how popular baby lance was?? like him getting deaged by a monster ray or whatever?? well i do. there used to be this comic that floated around about it too and it was fucking adorabale. well this one is so fucking cute it makes you yell a little!! the fic is actually focused on shir as a space dad, and his relationships with the paladins, and you can really see this young adult growing into himself via the love he has for the people on his team. i fuckn love this fic

3. Video Chats by @tomminowrites

Not long after leaving to join the Blades, Keith stops by the castleship to catch up with Voltron.The visit was going normally, until the Red paladin lets slip that he's been video calling one of the paladins fairly regularly - unknown to rest of the team.

poor fucking lance 💀 he gets HUMILIATED in this one. his whipped ass gets absolutely dunked on and deservedly so. i literally love them

4. where & how we’ll land by xintong

The first time Keith meets Lance is also the first time they kiss. It all goes downhill for him from there.

i love this one (childhood friends to lovers always Gets to me) but the first meeting has me in tears bc lance’s first appearance was basically just this:

and that is his character. so it was perfect

5. Something Made, Something Given by @ardett

Shiro notices the bandages on Lance’s fingers.

seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress lance seamstress la -- im going insane but i really do love tailor lance its so important to me. that and shiro & lance fics are always superior

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #childhood friends to lovers #friends to lovers #soft klance #polyglot lance #space dad shiro #shiro & lance #deaged lance #team as family #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

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ranalatus · 2 years

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In a House, Not a Home

The city of freedom's winds are suffocating

You learned this the hard way, and Diluc and Kaeya had to accept it no matter how much harder it is

spoilers - Diluc and Kaeya Backstories (mostly just Diluc)

genre: angst, platonic

characters: diluc, kaeya, jean, ragnvindr sibling GN!reader, implied venti

warnings: reader gets a few wounds and scrapes but nothing too bad, reader hates mondstadt

notes: hello i'm back and with angst :DD this work is mostly inspired by me scrolling through the platonic genshin x reader tag, but specifically its based off of @kazewhara's diluc and kaeya younger sibling fic autophobia, so inspiration credits to faer!

(sorry if the mention bothers you, and if you feel uncomfortable please tell me so I can remove it!)

The title is derived from the song Brother by Madds Buckley

Mondstadt isn't the same anymore

After that day, after the past few years

You walk through the lonely roads of Mondstadt, once the city you had so much pride for as a child of the Ragnvindr house, now just the source of all your miseries

How long has it been since your brother had come home?

How long has it been since you avoided your adopted brother's gaze?

How long has the air and wind you used to love so much felt like poison in your lungs?

You stop in a secluded corner near the Knights of Favonius headquarters, staring at the training grounds with an empty gaze

In the past, you and your brothers would train there all day. You'd all make bets on who'd win a spar, and you'd laugh as you and Kaeya bantered about who would gain their visions next after Diluc

It was a childhood filled with hope, with love, with family

It was a childhood that seems like but a distant dream in another worldline

Maybe, in that other worldline, you and your brothers are still a trio

Maybe, you still had family, at least

Maybe, you still had freedom

Ever since Diluc's departure, a part of your life became a pre-written destiny. To take over your family's business, to decide what to do with your father's belongings, to be thrust with responsibilities your free-spirited mind was just not ready for

Your life became a novel with chapters among chapters of events that already existed, but still has yet to happen

The city of freedom became the shackles binding you to the suffocating pressure of the world. And eventually, the city you used to love became the city you hated the most

When the fight happened, how many times did you pray to the Anemo archon?

When your father died, when Diluc left, what did the Knights of Favonius do for you and your family?

When the streets of Mondstadt became riddled with rumours and gossip spread like dandelions, didn't the wind only help deliver those words further?

You grew a hatred for everything you've ever loved. You grew a hatred for the winery, a job you never wished to work for. A hatred for the Knights of Favonius, the place where you met all the people you cherished. A hatred for the city you grew up in and the archon you were raised to always believe in

You grew a hatred for your brothers, who threw away years worth of siblinghood and left you all alone in the biting cold of the wind

In a way, you ended up exactly like those brothers you hated the most

And that realization hurts

The tears fall from your eyes faster than you can collect yourself. You hurriedly turn away from the training grounds, pulling your hood further down your face after realizing the wind pushed it back before quickly dashing back to the house you no longer call home

Unaware of the gazes stuck on your retreating figure

Jean sighs at the scene not unfamiliar to her. You often visit during the nighttime, when her workload gets heavy and she has to work overtime. The sight of you only makes her heart heavier. Always, she's wondering how to make things right between you three again, especially as your childhood friend

Her eyes land on the one watching the same scene as her. His expression is just as cold as his vision

Her tongue darts to her lips, trying to find the right words not as the Acting Grandmaster, but as Jean, his childhood friend

“It's not too late to repair your relationship, you know?” Her words don't work

Maybe it's because the childhood Kaeya that Jean knew died during the fight with Diluc

Kaeya stares, and that's all he ever does in that room. He stares at the spot where you cried. He stares at the training ground that held dear memories for the part of him that no longer existed

And he leaves the room without uttering a single word

How cruel of the Acting Grandmaster to summon him there under the pretext of urgent business, only to show him the sight he dreaded to see the most

His hand grazes the cryo vision hanging from his belt. He catches it in his grasp, and clutches it tight

A few days later at the winery, you are doing the exact opposite

The anemo vision that shines on your window ledge is a curse

It's a mockery from the heavens, from the gods who witnessed your life and from those who know you detest everything related to the city of freedom that shackles you

Of course. Right as you decide to run away from everything Mondstadt related, you were blessed by yet another shackle. Another chain with too many locks and too little keys

Is the Anemo archon messing with you? You glare hard at the vision. Then, you pick it up from the window ledge and throw it away as far as you can

No, you will no longer be bound by anything relating to this damned city of freedom. You will no longer be a character of this unhappy novel

You sit on the ledge, grabbing onto the wooden bars of the walls. Then you move your feet until you feel a barrel

While still clutching onto the wooden bars of the outer wall, you carefully climb down the stacked barrels of wine. You wince multiple times at the splinters that enter your hand, but you ignore them for the sake of finally, finally leaving the suffocating winery

Only, you misstep

And you land right on your back, the wind brushing past your figure as you fell, as if the god of freedom himself was laughing at you

“Fuck..” You curse under your breath. The splinters on your hands hurt and— you hurriedly look up —the barrels are falling

You barely manage dodge the avalanche of wine barrels, your heart rate picking up as the sound draws attention from the maids and workers still awake in the dead middle of the night

A corner of the wooden barrel grazes your ankle, but the only thing registering in your mind is that you need to run

And so, that's what you did. For the first time in four years, you devoted yourself to a single action, one that you made yourself

Running for your life

And as you jump over the stone fence, as you hide among the grapevines and run along the path towards the stone gate of Liyue with the wind carding its hands through your hair, you realize

This is freedom

You're hurt with the ache on your back from where you fell earlier, with stinging wounds and scrapes all over your body due to how fast you're running, due to the fact that there are people chasing after you right now and calling out your name for you to come back

You're leaving behind the only world you've ever known

For the first time in four years, you let out a heartfelt laugh. A laugh full of hope, a laugh full of love, the winds carrying your voice seemingly throughout the entirety of Mondstadt

The gleam of an Anemo vision shines in your peripheral vision, and you see a bunch of Cryo slimes bouncing around it

You run straight towards them

“Young liege!” You hear their worried voices. “Please, come back! It's dangerous!”

A smile graces your face and you swore you could feel the wind boosting your tired, aching feet

Nothing has ever felt more in place than the Anemo vision you picked up in your hand, as circling blades of Anemo whirled up on your feet like roller skates

With the servants blocked by the Cryo slimes, and the Anemo roller blades helping you travel across the path, you allowed yourself to be wholly, rightfully free

The tinkling of the wind resounds around you. This time, it seems like the Anemo archon is laughing alongside you

Laughing as you leave behind the people you've known all your life. As you leave behind the Cavalry Captain waiting for you to arrive at your shift at the tavern. As you leave behind the red haired man who disappeared to who knows where for four years, leaving you behind in the suffocating airs of the city of freedom

Their only remaining family remains in that childhood from another worldline and you're alone yet again

But this time you choose to be

And you'll never let another being chain you down ever again

— Usually I don't like outwardly telling the readers what vision they have since I like to keep it pretty open in case one of you wants your own vision, but its necessary for this story, so here!

#☁️.works #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin imagines #platonic genshin x reader #platonic kaeya x reader #platonic diluc x reader #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact diluc #diluc angst #kaeya angst #genshin angst

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pigeonwhumps · 3 months

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Friend, lost

Bug and Company masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @flowersarefreetherapy @whumplr-reader @whumpinggrounds @den-of-whump @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump @febuwhump

Febuwhump alt 7: last words

Sarita has a nightmare.

713 words

CWs: BBU, pet whump, death, grief, manslaughter, nightmare, emeto, implied food deprivation

"No. Please no. Don't die, please don't die."

Her friend coughs, wracking her body, hacking up blood.

"We knew it'd happen," she whispers. "Once they start to use you as bait and employee training you don't last long."

"But you– you can't leave me, please. I can't lose you, Six."

"Sarita."

"What?"

She coughs violently. "It's my name. Sarita. It's all I remember. Can we talk about something better?"

"Okay. Okay. What would you like to..."

"Tell me your ideal holiday?"

They've done this oh so many times. All either of them have are dreams, things they've heard handlers mention. But anything is better than here.

"A beach. A very sunny beach, and it's warm, and we can hear seagulls. We're eating ice creams, but I don't know what flavour because I don't know what flavours exist. We have large floppy hats on. You have ice cream on your nose, and we're laughing and happy and... and..."

She trails off. Her friend's body is still, her eyes blank and staring.

She bends over and kisses Sarita's bloody forehead. "No. I can't go on those holidays without you. Please come back. Please, come on, I can't do this without you."

There's no answer. Of course there isn't. She tightens her grip on Sarita's body, buries her face in her still-warm chest, and screams.

It takes five handlers to prise her away.

Sarita wakes up, heart pounding, tears streaming down her cheeks. It takes her a minute to realise she's not there, she's at Alix's, that was a long time ago. It feels like she was just there.

She can't hear anyone else so she doesn't think she actually screamed. But she can't stay here. The bed's sweaty and she can feel the cold light of their room, her friend's body, the blood on her hands.

She throws the covers off and lurches out of bed, just making it to the toilet before throwing up.

Not again. Not again. She can't keep doing this.

She stumbles into the front room, vision blurred with tears. There's a nice, soft couch there and she can just see through the light of the sodium-yellow streetlamp and she curls up in the corner, grabbing a pen and paper on the way.

She thinks vaguely that it's a nice coloured biro.

Then she starts to draw. Not the blood-covered face, not the one that was still and blank and staring. It's the good one. The one from when they were first put in a room together, and her friend offered half her meagre portion of food and a small smile that had tugged at the corner of her mouth as the only attempt at comforting the new trainee available to her.

One sharing of food too many was the final infraction that made her disposable. Sarita still doesn't understand why that was an infraction, or why rooms were shared in that training facility when nowhere else seems to do it.

Sarita uses half the pad before she's happy with the sketch. And then she moves onto one of her friend's dreams, the two of them in the forest together, eating a picnic and enjoying a waterfall.

It's not fair. It's not right. She shouldn't be dead, she should be alive and here and smiling shyly and able to go on all their dreamed-up holidays.

Sarita notices movement out of the corner of her eye as Oscar places a mug of chamomile tea down in front of her and sits far enough way that it doesn't feel like an intrusion, sipping at faer coffee. She should've noticed fae earlier.

"I'll change your bed," fae murmurs after a while. How many nightmares has fae heard that fae knows to do that? How many of hers?

How many of faer own?

She nods tearfully, not trusting herself to speak. Oscar is... fae's not in charge as much as Alix and Jane, she doesn't think. But she likes fae all the more for it.

She doesn't move for hours, until the sun starts filtering through the gap in the blinds and she realises she needs to move before anyone else appears. So she heads back to her bedroom, curls up under the pile of blankets with an electric candle lantern, and carries on drawing.

#whump #whump writing #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpalt7 #bbu #pet whump #box babe #whumpee and caretaker #multiple whumpees #tw death #lady whump

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carnivorousyandeere · 11 months

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omg its the first time i got an anon emoji 😭🌹 the little rose is so cute!! i had already sent some requests before, but i'm kinda embarassed about "signing" them since they're pretty weird ones 😭 i just love weird stuff...

absolutely loved how you responded to my last one too btw! thanks for answering it!!! i felt kinda bad for Wisteria beating herself up because of their darling's fear 😭 now i'm thinking about how fae'd feel when that darling starts to warm up to her... trembling less and less when she's around... maybe even starting to seek their company by themselves... maybe even saying "i love you" to fae after their first time together (😳) omg...

Hehehehe I like the way you think, 🌹~!

Timid Darling’s First Time With Wisteria

( MDNI )

CW: smut, frotting, dom yandere

Info: fluffy smut, very cute if I may so, gender-neutral reader, more romantic than kinky but fae’s still kinda soft-domming?, no penetration

Wisteria holds you as you cuddle in her nest of a bed, your head resting on her chest and her nails scraping gently over the back of your neck and then down your back. Warmth blooms in their chest when you shiver from that feeling, nuzzling even closer against her in your sleep.

Everything is so perfect, her dream come true. Wisteria presses a kiss to your temple, smiling against the skin there when your arms tighten around her.

You’ve been so much more relaxed recently. It does Wisteria’s heart good to see you so content. It wasn’t that long ago that you shivered and teared up at the mere sight of her— but Wisteria tries not to think about that. The past is the past, and you’re happy with faer now.

The brief thought of your previous reactions evidently made her grip you a little too hard, waking you.

You yawn so cutely, faer heart feels like it’s gonna burst. “Wisteria?”

“Mm?” She rubs her cheek against the top of your head, fighting the urge to squeeze you tight like one of her plushies.

You tremble a little, avoiding her gaze.

Dread chills her bones. Surely you aren’t becoming afraid of her again…? Softly, fae asks, “Are you okay, sweet pea? Sorry for waking you… didn’t mean to startle you…”

“No, it’s just…”

You still for a moment, and then hesitantly lean in to press a kiss to their lips. Before fae can think about it, Wisteria flips the two of you over. Immediately you move to squirm out from under faer and try to cover your face, but Wisteria holds you tighter with a breathless, giddy giggle. She presses kisses all over your face, professing her love to you in between each peck.

She pauses at the look in your eye. It’s not a look she’s seen on you very often. But you look so soft, open… needy. Fae presses her lips to yours with a dreamy sigh. The kiss is soft, languid. Even so you find a small whimper bubbling up at the back of your throat when she pulls away to let you breathe.

Wisteria smiles, cupping your face in her hand, and leans in for another kiss. It starts much the same as the last, but their tongue peeks out to press against your lips. Wisteria’s heart soars, heat spreading through her whole body as you open your mouth for her with another delicious little whimper.

Wisteria is more than content to make out with you for what feels like hours. They trace your face and neck with their fingertips, down to your chest and shoulders, making you shiver beneath faer as they explore your mouth with their tongue over and over.

You can feel her pressing against you, and from the increasingly heated kisses you’re sure she can feel that you’re just as worked up. Wisteria coaxes your tongue into faer mouth, sucking on it and groaning in surprise when you roll your hips up against faer. Wisteria pulls back, and you can feel her whole body shiver at the feeling.

Wisteria kisses you more and more desperately, spreading your legs further apart to grind against you harder. Fae swallows your every whimper and moan, panting against your lips as the two of you fall apart together. Wisteria groans, resting her forehead onto your shoulder as they cum, forcing themselves to keep grinding against you to work your through the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

The two of you lay like that in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, until Wisteria regains enough wherewithal to press a kiss to your forehead and sit up to start the whole aftercare process.

She lets out a little “oof,” when you pull them back down on top of you, burying your head in faer shoulder.

“I… I think I love you,” you whisper into her collarbone.

Wisteria short-circuits, feeling her face flush and then her whole body follow suit once more. She holds you so tight, almost squeezing the air out of you, excitement thrumming across her skin and a shy, but wide grin spreading across her face. “…do you really mean it?”

#🌹 anon #mail 📬#oc wisteria #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw #mdni #nsft #yandere smut

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poppyandzena · 1 month

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Yeah, Saige is very done for me at this point. Her willingness to editorialize the narrative just to support her abusive partners is disgusting.

Saige. Read the doc. Actually read the doc. Your words make it clear you didn’t. Because everything you say is barely applicable to what Spawn went through.

“I exchanged harsher words with my ex-spouse on occasion.” Yeah, and I’m sure Zena and Poppy did too- sorry you can’t have voice recordings of everything. You think Poppy/Zena would admit to harsher? Or even fully recognize it? If I recall, your own partners admit to making Spawn cry on multiple occasions. They just paint the story as “oh they cry in such a way to make me disassociate. So manipulative.” Hmm, bo red flags? To blame their kid for being driven to tears from their actions? Alright. Sure, whatever you say, Saige.

“If drawing boundaries and setting expectations is abuse, idk how you function with others.” This is just proof you didn’t read the doc more than anything. If you think having narrow (less than 10 minutes in some cases) windows for bathroom, food making, JUST GETTING WATER is boundaries and expectations, then you are delusional. And, more importantly, If you think ‘the kid’ should have to follow expectations/boundaries, but Zena and Poppy shouldn’t have to (the document makes it clear they didn’t- they skipped on dishes/chores, took up the kitchen way longer then Spawn ever did, and more), please detail why for me. I’d love to hear THAT excuse.

“I suppose it was abusive to have to check in before making purchases that weren't already budgeted bc they kept spending our income on shit we couldn't afford.” No, that’s not abusive, and also proof you didn’t read the document either. There’s a huge difference between ‘the kid’ and your ex/you- the kid had their own bank account/job/trust fund. That was only their money. Not Poppy’s. Not Zena’s. Your ex and you? Joint money, most likely. If Spawn was on their bank account/using Poppy/Zena’s money to buy things? Yes, completely reasonable to monitor and discuss buying things. The kid’s own money? No, Poppy/Zena had literally 0 rights to control that. You would tell a 18 year old that if their parents are trying to control their kids spending- you’d say “fuck them” I bet- you should in most cases. Why not Poppy/Zena’s kid? Literally just because it’s Poppy/Zena? The only way you could argue this point at all is if you could prove, actually prove, that the kid spent enough that it affected Zena/Poppy (by forcing them to cover for rent, utilities, food, something on Spawn’s behalf).

"Saige Alexis was an abusive spouse bc fae asked her spouse to do things for themself & not constantly expect faer to do everything for them” Saige. Just scroll through until you find Spawn’s chore list for one day. You articulate to me what is POSSIBLY left for Zena/Poppy to do. Spawn did everything FOR Poppy/Zena. Your precious partners are the ones that could afford to do more for their kid WITH A LITERAL, DIAGNOSED HEART CONDITION

I notice a distinct lack of mention of internet restriction. So just because they have physical and mental disabilities, Poppy and Zena had a right to completely restrict internet access? Restrict Spawn from friends and support systems? Reminder- Spawn is an adult that was paying bills too- paying for that internet. But they were still allowed to be punished and have it taken away completely? I have a feeling you and your ex spouse never turned off the internet for each other. “Oh but Spawn had a hot spot.” 10gb. That’s literally nothing. If it was enough to do anything? Spawn wouldn’t have had to go to the library for job applications. So please, give me an excuse for this one this time. Love to hear it.

Just… Saige, either actually read the document, or stay in your fucking lane. You talk a big game about not being believed on your abuse and experiences yourself, but when there’s an abuse victim that’s right there, right in from you, basically begging to be believed- you continue to just blindly believe your partners. You’re no better than everyone you have villianized for not believing you.

You don’t deserve awful shit to happen to you as you are a fellow human being. But you don’t deserve to put victims names into your mouth and minimize their stories just to try and validate your path and make yourself feel good about your life choices.

Read and actually learn or go away, Saige. Live in denial about your choices, or bother to learn your partners may not be these perfect, do no wrong people they try to pretend to be.

#poppy #poppy and zena #zena and poppy #poppy diabolique #ladydiabolique #poppy & zena #zenaandpoppyonyoutube #zena #spawn #saige #saigealexisyt #saigealexis10

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vocaloidcul-official · 6 months

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Cul...are you okay?

@officialenanan

..of course I am. You have no need to worry.

*Cul's voice breaks a bit, as if faer on the verge of tears*

#fiery asks #(ooc: torture time lets fucking gooo)

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frosty-the-killer-doll · 9 months

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Hi! I hope you are having a good morning/night/afternoon, for the arrowverse ask could you maybe do Kara Danvers?

OH BOY COULD I

polyamorous pansexual, bigender. pronoun user of she/he/ne/xe/they/it/super/star/fae/ali. per Arrowverse Polycule AU she is in relationships with: Lucy, James (queerplatonic), Leslie, Siobhan, Barry, Iris, Felicity, Oliver, Caitlin, Kate, Mon-El, Sara and Lena.

Red Daughter is ALIVE to me FOREVER and they are FRIENDS. also friends with Bizzaro Supergirl

has depression, anxiety and the occasional panic attack. also AUTISM. canonical survivor's guilt

whatever the Kryptonian equivalent of Colombian is

FRECKLES, xe has freckles EVERYWHERE from ALL THE SUN THEY GET. MELISSA BENOIST FRECKLES BE UPON YE:

in my HCs the Danvers are Jews so while Kara only believes in Rao and only follows His practice, ne also knows a lot more about Jewish culture than your average gentile

keeps faer s5 Supergirl look listen i ❤️ the bangs. they're cute as fuck.

when he comes out as bigender some folk start jokingly calling him "Supergirlboy" and it's kinda catching on

FANGS. ali has FANGS. ali's canine teeth are naturally a bit longer and sharper than the average human's. bc of this Kara used to speak with a small speech impediment but has since adapted to the way ali's mouth works

CANONICALLY a bottle blonde tho no one seems to acknowledge that 🧐

i hate how in canon they make so many jokes abt her weight?? let star be chubby!! let Kryptonians have tummies!!

when xe's away from a yellow/white sun (such as Krypton's red sun or with the blue sun group), xe actually does need real glasses lmao

during the fight with mind-controlled Superman, Clark actually damaged her eye, tearing her iris. This led to her developing anisocoria and she had to so EMDR for a while. that small scar she has above her eyebrow? yeah, that's from that

CANONICALLY chronologically 49 at the start of the series but headcanonically there's a lot more jokes about how he's chronologically an old woman. she's a grandpa

bonds with Jefferson Pierce over both of them being a main Arrowverse superhero that doesn't come from Earth-1

usually goes to bed early if fae can help it

only ships real people if they're cool with it

bad driver bc xe much prefers flying

remember when she complimented Brandon Routh's Superman's jackedness in Crisis On Infinite Earths? that wasn't a crush like Clark assumed, but simply a bro complimenting his bro's workout regime

NOT ALLOWED to try Oliver's salmon ladder bc she FUCKING BROKE IT TWICE

canonically a leader of the aliens rights movement, headcanonically a friend to the metahuman rights movement

that's all from the top of my head:3

#frosty answers #kara danvers #supergirl #cw supergirl #supergirl cw #arrowverse polycule au

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anulithots · 7 months

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Kamari didn't do anything today.

It had been the rare space of a few days, with no fallen fairies to battle, and the elders were too busy to deal with Kamari's advancement, and Kamari wasn't told to do any work as a High Ambassador...

But Kamari's hands itched. Fae could never have a day to do nothing. How far would that set faer behind? The fate where no one would ever tell faer to destroy anything, to plaster on a smile, or stop humming in the middle of an 'important conversation', every day made it come closer, then fae wouldn't have to worry anymore.

But if fae wasted a day? That would be agony. The stillness as the fate stayed far in the blur, if fae stayed in place, with the stars taunting faer, just beyond faer sight...

Usually, faer hands would itch and faer throat would close up, fae needed to do something. Something. Something to get rid of it.

So fae would check on the fallen fairies' tethers, or walk to the Guardian territory and discuss with the Mother fairy about the younglings, even try to talk to the ambassadors that went to the Receiver territory.

Fae destroyed their peace, with a plastered-on smile, keeping quiet as they stared at faer in stunned silence.

But today?

Today Kamari didn't do anything.

The sun sank below the horizon, and Kamari didn't do anything.

But fae didn't... Great fates, fae didn't feel as drowned as fae thought fae would.

Anuli twirled faer antennae as fae bounced on faer toes. "And so the spiders took over the land between the trees, making every bug fear for their very livelihood, and the flowers provided them sanctuary. But they would have to leave eventually, wouldn't they? Yes. The answer is yes. And they knew it would be the end of them."

Kamari nodded. "Did they have any precautions? Or did they set up new homes in the flowers?"

"I thought they would risk it and get brutally ripped apart, limb from li-"

"MAYBE they could set up homes in the flowers? If you want. It could add more... depth?"

Kamari winced into faerself. Anuli may be dark at times, but that didn't mean fae was- Well, it didn't give Kamari the excuse to interrupt faer with noise no one wanted to hea-

Anuli gasped and shook faer ears in a blur. "IT COULD BE A NARRATIVE JUXTAPOSITION! They could have this... divide based on differing viewpoints! And it would be this interesting dichotomy because there is absolutely no right answer, so what would be the best of the two evi- OH! CAN YOU MAKE A SONG WITH METAPHORS!?"

Kamari blinked. "What sort of- what do you want me to do?"

"A SONG! WITH A SORT OF JUXTAPOSTION WITH THE LAYERS AND THINGS THAT YOU DO! .... oh, plot holes and darling murders, how do I explain it..." fae twirled faer antennae. "Like both viewpoints, layered on top of each other? REPRESENTATIVE MEOLDIES? AND..... it could be simultaneous, where they mix in with each other?"

Kamari flicked faer ears. This little fallen fairy, wanted to hear faer songs? Wanted to hear faer suggestions? Didn't mind if fae didn't simle?

(In fact, Kamari first plastered on a smile when Anuli had been staring at faer, and Anuli furrowed faer eyes and looked away. Later, fae told Kamari that fae didn't understand why fae smiled like that, it was... weird. Kamari didn't force faerself to smile afterwards.)

Kamari hummed softly, tapping faer knee with the base of faer palm so it gave off a deep echo.

Anuli nodded so fast Kamari wondered if faer head would fall off. "YES YES! EXACTLY LIKE THAT! KEEP DOING THAT! And now!" fae lowered faer voice and twirled faer hands. "The bugs came across a juxtaposition, a dilemma, a phenomenon that threatened to tear them apart!"

Kamari paused faer humming for a moment. "That's dramatic."

"It's wonderous."

Kamari paused. That was faer word. Fae didn't know if it was an actual word, but fae used to whisper it to faerself when fae was small.

The others told faer to use more formal words.

But Anuli said it like it was the most natural word to say. As if it were a magical thing fae had stumbled upon and made faer own.

Kamari continued to hum. Drowsy sunlight filtered though the canopy and made Anuli's leaves glow a soft sage as fae twirled around and told faer story with excited hand motions.

Wasn't this the fate fae wanted?

But fae didn't do anything.

Anuli glanced at Kamari for a moment, smile so wide faer face might burst.

Kamari didn't do anything.

For those precious moments, fae didn't need to be the high protector.

#writeblr #the land of the fallen fairies #anuli the dryad #creative writing #take care of yourself #Kamari the dryad #This isn't the angst arc #but I just started writing and...#listen I like fluff

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blueflare7pkmn · 4 months

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Would you like a teleport near it? Save some travel wear and tear on your chair? I just need to know vaguely where that is, at least somewhat. You can private message me if you feel like that's safer.

It's not fine. If fae was ever going to be a nibling of mine, I doubt it's happening now.

..........no thanks. I'll. Make it on my own.

.....please. don't say that. This is my fault. Don't punish faer.

#irl pkmn #pokeblogging #irl pokemon #pkmn rp #pokemon irl #rotumblr #pkmn blog #pkmn irl #rotomblr

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transfaabulous · 1 year

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I'm actually torn on whether or not one of my other mutuals isn't here to witness this disaster

On the one hand, it might actually upset faer

On the other hand, fae might actually legitimately have fun with it

Fae tears into assholes like this as though it were a competitive sport and fae were willing to nuke the globe in order to win

#text post #vague post #i guess? it's positive though not a complaint #c'est moi

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foxtricksterwriting · 1 year

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Mata Aetara MC; Aina Kubota

Author's Note: 3 of 4, will link the others Below.

Credits: This is a MC for the interactive fiction game/book Mata Aetara, found @mata-aetara-if. Check it out if you like Naruto!

Preferred Name: Aina Kubota ("Th-that's me, eheh. C-can I help you w-with someth-thing?")

Alias: N/A

Gender + Pronouns: Agender +they/them or fae/faer/faers/faerself

Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual

Chakra Affinity: fire

Summoned Animal: dog

Weapon: hori-hori knife or a soil knife, shuriken.

Romance: Jun/Chai/Kougetsu

More About Them: A gentle soul, fae care deeply for everyone around them. They always offer a helping hand to everyone and a shoulder to cry on, even if it inconveniences faer. Fae’re almost completely incapable of getting angry, and no one has ever seen their anger. People tend to walk over them due to their inability to say no in most situations. Faer trying to work on this, but it’s very slow progress.

The only time fae seem to have confidence is when it comes to their medical knowledge and faer ability to escape notice. Their presence is nearly nonexistent, so very few people notice them unless they’re actively looking for faer. They often accidentally scare people by suddenly talking when they weren’t initially part of a conversation. Along the same vein, faer quite nosey. They like knowing things, even when they have no business knowing whatever they know. This leads to them being a bit of a toss up, in terms of knowledge; they know a lot of random things. If people want gossip, they know to go to Aina.

Aina is an avid gardener and loves plants and flowers. Fae grow their own produce in a little garden along with some of their friends' favorite flowers. They’re reportedly scared of fire and resents their chakra affinity. Because of this, fae don’t like relying on their chakra for anything but medical ninjutsu.

Fun Facts:

Pinterest here

First name can mean “Beautiful summer” and surname can mean “Hollow stream”

Has a stutter, struggles with "th," "k/c" and "w" sounds. Sometimes struggles with words that start with "t"

Has a pet tarantula, named Tsuchigumo like the folklore spider-monster of the same name. ("Tsuchigumo w-won't hurt you! Ok-kay, maybe he c-could hurt you... but not much!")

Shows off the random bugs fae find to Mokoto and gets extremely excited when/if they can get info about the little buggies. Gets really upset if someone smashes a bug.

A sympathy cryer like Mao; fae’ll cry if they see someone else crying. Interestingly, will not tear up if someone is fake crying. They like using this to their advantage to figure out if someone’s trying to trick or manipulate faer.

Can smell rain a couple of hours before it actually starts raining and can smell ozone in the air before a thunderstorm. ("Ah, it'll rain soon. Make sure you have a umbrella or jacket if you have t-t-to be outside")

#MC #MC: Aina

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nachtwaechterin · 5 months

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29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO SETTLE ON ONE? so i guess that means fave moments compilation!!!

Bitten by the Lonely (But I'm Not The Only), Chapter 1:

Dust particles flaked from Peter’s body and got picked up by the wind until they mixed of those from Star-Lord and Mantis and Drax and Doctor Strange. Tony leaned his forehead into Peter’s chest, holding his hands tight, but it wasn’t enough to keep them from dissolving from under his touch. No. No. Nonononononono. Not him, not Peter. They’ve only just started getting close, he couldn’t just lose him like this. Not now, not after everything they’ve gone through together. Just two years ago, Spider-Man was just a faceless smudge on a screen, a maybe. A maybe he’ll be of use one day, a maybe I’ll recruit him, a maybe I’ll even give him an internship. He hadn’t even seen his face back then, hadn’t known just how damn young he was. Hadn’t known the trouble his puppy eyes would get Tony into, how he’d turn his world upside down and color it brighter than it’s ever been. Only now that he was turning to dust, Tony realized just how much of a son Peter was for him. And now? Now he was gone, and he didn’t even know how much he meant to Tony because he was too emotionally stunted to notice, let alone tell him.

Same chapter:

“Peter?” The boy’s head snapped up, and he stared at Mr. Stark with wide eyes. Mr. Stark, whose expression was full of wonder. “Mr. Stark?” Peter asked back, and his voice broke, quiet and hoarse, as though he hadn’t used it in days. Something fond, something soft and squishy with relief entered Mr. Stark’s eyes. “Bambino,” he whispered almost reverently, and they could only stare each other, drinking each other in, eyes alight with awe that the other was alright, alive.

This entire scene from (When You're Ready) Come and Get It, Chapter 2:

Harley’s gaze flicked away then, and they leaned away from Peter as they picked up the remote and turned on the TV. “What movie are we fancyin’ tonight?” Peter blinked at the choice of words and immediately latched onto it to distract himself from the weirdness of it all. “Fancying?” he snorted, incredulous. “What, did you eat a dictionary as an appetizer?” Harley looked back at him with raised eyebrows, watching him for a few seconds, and fuck, was that too much? He didn’t even know it, whether it would take that as an insult— But then a crooked grin appeared on faer face, revealing a dimple in faer cheek. “What if I did, huh?” [...]

Desperate Situations Call For Desperate Measures snippets under the cut bc i havent posted them yet

Chapter 4:

The seconds after the knock probably were the longest in Harley’s life. She debated turning around about a hundred times, but then she could hear footsteps and the door opened to reveal Penny. Penny, who still looked incredibly beautiful despite the redness in her face from crying, despite the tears in her eyes and her mussed up hair. But after a moment, her face lit up as though the sun had just risen after a long, dark night, and a snort escaped her. “What happened to you?” Harley grasped Penny’s hands, holding them in between them. “You’re in love with me.” Penny’s expression flickered from genuine surprise to embarrassment to confusion. “What?” “You’re in love with me,” Harley repeated, and then the confusion shifted to horror. Penny pulled her hands out of Harley’s grasp and stepped back to slam the door shut, but she must have noticed the foot Harley put in the door in the last moment because she slowed the door enough that Harley’s food would probably only retain a couple of bruises. She winced at the impact, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was only that Penny’s reaction told her that she was right.

Chapter 5 (the alternate ending):

“No, it’s not,” Harley protested and pushed her away. ��I shouldn’t have offered to be your fake girlfriend, that was wrong and just completely unfair of me, and I should have told you that I couldn’t do it, but then you already told MJ and I couldn’t tell you that I wanted to stop without telling you that I like you—” “Harley,” Penny interrupted gently and stepped closer, but Harley took another step back. “—and then you would hate me, so I just couldn’t tell you and I took advantage of you and I’m so sorry, and now you’re gonna hate me and—” “Princess,” Penny insisted and stepped closer yet again, placing her hands on Harley’s shoulders. “I don’t hate you, I promise.” Harley’s lower lip was trembling as she looked at Penny with teary eyes. “You don’t?” Penny shook her head with a soft smile. “I don’t.” She licked her lip nervously. “Quite the opposite actually.”

#nachtwächterin talks #ask game

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bloop-im-a-frog-now · 11 months

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avec toi, je suis bien - v

I am super proud of this chapter, actually. I just love making characters spiral and then getting the comfort they deserve (aka, me projecting the kind of comfort i wish i could get ;-;-;). And yes! switch of POV, but just this once.

Enjoy!

Master Post

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Content warnings: Internalized arophobia

i don’t wanna be alone, i wanna find a home and i wanna share it with you

Scar wakes up in a cold sweat, gasping and panting for air. Fae swallows weakly, closing faer eyes as fae tries to find faer breath back. Wet, fae’s wet, sticking on faer skin, on Scar’s pathetic attempt of a nest, and on Cub, to faer terror.

Fae yelps, backing away from faer friend, only now remembering to conceal faer magick. Cub stirs in its sleep, and fae knows faer eyes are blue, but fae cannot let the Vex know fae’s in heat. The minute fae noticed the familiar scent, fae has been concealing any magick that wants to carve it, to make it faers, that possessive side fae has needed to hide from faer swarm.

Scar takes a deep breath, opening faer eyes, and gauges the situation. Faer heats last at least 10 sundowns (sometimes more since fae isn’t mated, but fae tries to not think about that), and with the sun rising up, this will be the fourth day.

Fae doesn’t know how long fae can conceal faer heats from Cub, but fae is willing to die trying. Fae has heard of the rumors, of what happens when an Allay passes faer heat with a Vex. Vexes are not like Allays, they will abandon faer the second they manage to impregnate faer, exiling faer from faer swarm when they learn where the grub comes from.

Allays mates are much more affectionate, ready to take care of their pregnant partner, to make the nest more comfortable, to check for any health conditions. At least, that’s what Scar tells faerself whenever fae has a bad heat, just like this one. Better fear the Vex than understand the pile of anxiety in faer stomach.

Scar sighs at the thought, eyes fluttering shut and subconsciously releasing a wave of faer heat scent, and hums quietly as the Hissers and Wall-Crawlers walk away from their hiding spot. Faer magick hugs faer, as if it’s a mate showering faer in physical affection, as if it’s Cub’s magick intertwining with faers, like they did in that geode.

Those fuzzy thoughts get immediately replaced by the harsh staring of faer swarm, by the shiver of the cold corner fae hugged faerself in as the others mated and helped each other in their heats, by the whispers when fae passed by a part of the swarm. Scar buries faer head between faer knees, blinking away the stupid tears and reaching for a kinder magick, any magick will do the trick.

Cub grunts and Scar swiftly hides faer magick, snapping faer head up and shifting faer body into a more relaxed position. Fae knows it will notice the hidden magick, but so far, it hasn’t said anything. Fae hopes they are just ignoring the subject, just like they’re currently ignoring that night when Cub barged into their hiding spot as if it saw horrors more terrible than their burning mansion.

“Good morning,” fae smiles sheepishly.

Cub yawns, letting out a little squeak, and Scar’s whole body buzzes. Squeak like a little grub when fae was lucky to hold one, squeak like a happy mate, squeak like safe and warm. Fae growls underneath faer breath, willing faer body under control.

“‘Morning,” Cub replies, and only then does fae realize the Vex’s looking at faer, brows furrowed. Scar keeps faer smile relax, and stands up straighter while trying to keep a nonchalant vibe.

Fae hums a little melody. “Have anything planned today?”

Cub’s eyes are glazed, body swinging side to side to Scar’s melody. It always amuses faer whenever it engages in typical Allay behavior. Fae finds it quite endearing.

Fae accidentally releases faer magick unto Cub, quietly pleading it to mix their magick, desperately reaching for a mate displaying courting rituals. Scar catches it before it can touch faer friend’s skin, holding it deep inside faer. Vexes leave Allays the minute they get impregnated, fae simply cannot risk the chance of losing Cub.

Since fae stopped humming, Cub’s looking at faer now. Fae swallows around the ball of anxiety that formed in faer throat.

“I was thinking of rearranging this,” Cub gestures to their hiding spot.

Fae looks around the room and wonders what Cub is going to rearrange. It looks perfect in Scar’s honest and correct opinion. Faer gaze lands on their nest—no, not nest, resting place (can’t call it a nest when they’re not mated) and faer magick is dancing around faer at the sight of it. It’s quite messy and fae wants to gather all the necessary materials to make it better.

Fae looks back at the Vex, its magick swirling around it as it looks at the resting place, a dissatisfied aura around it.

“I can take care of the nest!” Scar says, trying to look excited. Fae just wants to get far away from Cub as much as fae can, do not touch it, it doesn’t belong to you.

Fae doesn’t realize faer slip-up until Cub’s wings flutter, attracting faer eyes to its face, and sees it gape at faer.

“Nest?”

Scar can feel faer magick buzzing around faer, feel the change of smell, feel the burning desire to make Cub faers .

“Did I say nest?” Scar asks, humming in thought. “I don’t think I said nest, pretty sure I said rest—you know, any additional task you want me to do to help you.”

Fae smiles at Cub, showing faer teeth, hoping it buys faer lie. Of course, Cub sees right through it.

“Why are you lying to me?”

Scar doesn’t know how to answer that. Fae wants to get away from Cub, to control the magick that wants to intertwine itself with the Vex’s, fae can’t hold it back much longer.

Fae has never been more terrified of faer heat.

“I’m not,” says fae, puffing faer chest and letting go some of faer magick to show faer natural eye color.

That was, apparently, a mistake as Cub shivers and hides its face in its knees.

“What is wrong with your magick?” it asks, and fae barely hears it.

At the question, Scar hides faer magick swiftly and frowns.

“What do you mean?”

Cub peeks at faer before burying its head further. “It wants me, and it’s freaking me out.”

Scar can only gape at it. Fae thought fae had faer magick under control. This is only the fourth day.

“I’m so sorry,” fae approaches Cub but at its flinch, stays where faer was, “I swear I didn’t mean it—”

Cub looks at faer. “Is that what you were hiding from me?”

Scar’s mind is reeling. “I didn’t mean to try to make you mine, I’m concealing it the best as I can—”

“Scar, what are you—”

“It’s only the fourth day, it’s almost over, I promise—”

“Scar! ”

Scar clicks faer mouth shut at the yell. Cub’s magick whirlwinds around it as it buries its head in its claws, and fae notices its magick is reaching out to faers, just like faers was reaching out to it. And fae understands why it’s breaking down over the sensation.

It’s not pleasant, it prods your coat like a sharp claw poking your skin, it wraps around you, never letting go, it somersaults in your eyes, a dizzying effect throws off your balance; and Scar has heard so many good things about intertwining your magick with your mate, but this can’t be it.

This can’t be the warmth that takes over your body, can’t be the missing piece of your incomplete puzzle, can’t be what fae keeps hearing faer swarm says to grubs about the feeling of two mates mixing their magick together.

This has to be a mistake.

Scar cowers in faer corner, lowering faer head, and tries to find faer magick in this mess. Fae can’t and it freaks faer out, Cub’s magick still prodding faer, throwing faer back when the Summoners and magickmongers tried to excavate faer magick.

Why bother experimenting on a healthy Allay when you can do it on one who can’t fly away?

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” Scar sobs and desperately wants to be close to Cub, but Vexes abandon Allays in heat.

Fae doesn’t want to lose it.

“Hey,” fae hears Cub whisper in faer sobs, “we’ll figure it out.”

Something cold cradles Scar’s cheek, forcing faer to raise faer head when fae stopped sobbing faer heart out. Faer eyes land on Cub’s bright blue eyes, filled with magick. Fae has never seen its eyes shine when it’s using magick and can only gape in awed.

Its magick no longer pricks faer coat, instead guides faer magick back to faer, and fae clings onto it.

“I’m so sorry,” fae mumbles, turning faer gaze away.

Cub’s sigh turns into a light chuckle. “I should’ve warned you.”

“I shouldn’t have hidden it from you.”

Cub frowns. “Why did you hide it?”

Scar wants to rest faer head against its chest, but decides to lean on its claws.

“Vexes abandon Allays in heat,” fae recites, barely audible to faer ears.

A spike of magick in the air but before fae can identify it, it washes away as quickly as it appeared.

“That’s dumb,” Cub’s voice is strained and fae looks at it.

Its jaw is clicked shut, frowning, and it lets out a growl. Faer eyes widen. Is Cub angry?

The Vex looks around their hiding spot, gaze lingering on their nest—for goodness’ sake, their resting area—until bright blue eyes meet faers.

“Look,” it takes a deep breath, “I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, but that was clearly wishful thinking on my part.”

Its hands grab faer arms, giving them a slight squeeze, and fae can’t hold it in. Fae rests faer head on Cub’s chest and lets faer magick running wild in the room, barely contained by its magick.

Cub purrs, the vibrations in its chest traveling from faer head to faer toes and fae purrs back, wishing to fiddle with a crystal now more than ever.

“That means you’ll leave me, right?” Scar asks because fae has to , has to make sure fae is understanding Cub correctly, even if faer magick is buzzing around them, to hold Cub close to faer.

The purrs stop abruptly and it grabs faer shoulder, leaning faer away from its chest.

“Never. You have to understand one thing, Scar, it’s that I’ll never leave you, not now nor ever.” Cub gulps, eyes shifting to the side. “I may not want to mate with you, but you mean a lot to me, okay?”

Scar’s eyes are wide, mouth open and magick swirling around faer. It dizzies faer and fae isn’t sure why fae wants to cry as a wave of faer heat scent embraces them.

Fae just wants to pass faer heat with Cub, just wants someone beside faer as faer magick immobilizes the Allay at the peak of it, just wants Cub to hug faer. Its words rotate in faer mind, trying to make sense of them while faer magick reaches for faer friend.

Cub slightly moves away, dodging the magick and Scar whines in the back of faer throat, claw grasping onto its arm and trilling to keep it close to faer.

“Don’t go,” Scar pleads, sending faer magick to the Vex’s magick, to just touch, no intertwining, just as a sign of support.

Cub doesn’t say anything for a moment, letting Scar trill in their hiding spot until it copies the trill, takes faer hands with its, placing them on its chest, and moves side to side, not quite in rhythm with their trill. Scar quietly begs the Vex’s magick to touch faers, for just a moment of camaraderie, and when its magick touches faers, Scar hums a melody instead and purrs, shifting their hands to faer chest and scenting them.

The crystals hum in sync with the Allay’s tune, and Scar doesn’t recognize what exactly is going on. Fae has never seen this during mating season, never seen the amethyst buzzing and lighting up, never seen magick just touching with no intertwining involved.

Fae decides this is much better than any mating ritual.

“I don’t want to mate either,” Scar whispers in the crystals’ aria. Fae looks up at faer friend. “Can we stay like this for a moment?”

Cub chuckles lightly, almost mischievous in nature. “Yeah, I don’t mind this. It’s quite calming, actually.”

Scar agrees.

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