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ishaslife · 6 months

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A Starlit Rendezvous

One-shot

spawn!Astarion x f!oc (noble) Isla

Genre: fluff, fantasy, romance

(*) Check bottom of the post for photos relating to the fanfic.

Summary: Set about 5 years after the game's events; Isla and Astarion are now lauded as heroes of Baldur's Gate. Celebrated for having saved the world from the tyranny of the Absolute. Astarion holds a prestigious position in society but is able to work only at night due to his "sensitive skin condition," people don't question it as they are quite influencial people. The two have been invited to the theater by his colleagues and decide to spend the evening outdoors.

The sun had set in Baldur's Gate, the city looked almost beautiful in the glow of the pink sky and stars had started to show, though not as clearly as they did out in the wilderness during their travel. Isla and Astarion had been living a quiet life since they stopped the Absolute and saved the world. Well, as quietly as they could...

"Are you ready, my dear?" Astarion was dressed in some of his best attire, he liked to look good. Not necessairly to impress anyone, well, maybe his beloved... but simply because he wanted to. After sifting through several doublets, he eventually settled on one – a maroon piece adorned with gold buttons and intricate embroidery.*

"We'll be late if you take any longer" '...even I don't take this long.' Astarion mumbled to himself while adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.

"Ugh, the carriage won't wait forever, darling!"

"I'm almost there!" Isla called out as she descended the mansion's grand staircase. "Gods, your impatience echoes up to our room," she said with a playful giggle.

Astarion let out a soft sigh as he gazed upon her, his hand instinctively finding its place over his heart. "Oh my darling, you look absolutely breathtaking! Come on, give us a spin." Isla twirled in her rich crimson evening gown, a delicate velvet masterpiece adorned with gold beads and embroidery. Nothing too flashy but eye-catching enough to fit the occasion.* She greeted Astarion with a graceful curtsey, a radiant smile gracing her lips. He gallantly took her hand, planting a gentle kiss on the back of her palm, and then elegantly intertwined her arm with his.

"Shall we?"

"Of course my love, but before we go-" as they were about to step out of the door, she stopped him in his tracks and planted a small peck on his cheek which made his cheeks and the points of his ears redden. He tried his best to hide it with his hand and an awkward chuckle. Despite the years they'd shared, it remained a mystery to her how something as simple as a kiss could still make him fluster, but a sweet mystery nonetheless.

"Time to face the music!" They laughed and entered the carriage. When they finally reached the theater, it was a sight to behold, a grand place that could hold almost the entire elite of Baldur's Gate. After a few greetings, they were led to a comfortable compartment adjacent to Astarion's peers and they watched the play commence. Alone and apart from the rest of the crowd, Astarion reminisced about how different it was compared to his mortal days, even though he could only recall fragments. He marveled at the memories he did retain – the bustling crowd, the diverse characters that frequented the place, their varied walks of life. It was captivating how adept Astarion was at discerning people's social standing, distinguishing the wealthy, the even wealthier, and the wealthiest, and those who merely put on a facade.

He said, "Clever, isn't it? You see, true nobility doesn't flaunt, they don't need to. They don't drape themselves in jewels or don their finest silks for a place as drab and unruly as this. No, they're always anxious, fearing that their precious possessions might vanish. These baubles are their only tether to the pinnacle of privilege after all." he chuckled "Meanwhile, the lower rungs of society will adorn themselves with every trinket, gem, and finery they can find."

He paused for a moment and continued, "not everyone is that complicated of course. There are those like our good selves, who simply dress well because we can."

"true, but why do some go through so much trouble?" Isla asked, she knew the answer of course but she wished to indulge him nonetheless. She liked to hear him talk.

"Well, it's all about ensnaring the gaze of the former, naturally. They aim to wed their offspring to these prestigious houses, securing influence and, of course, money."

"Gods, I hope I wasn't quite so predictable when we first met."

"I had expected you to be, but you... you defied my expectations. You were a delightful suprise I hadn't anticipated. Of course, now you're somewhat more decipherable, but that's only because I've come to know you so well. In those days, I was so confused as to why I couldn't understand you, it drove me insane. But... I suppose that's why I fell for you." He gently took her hand once more and kissed it as the play concluded. However, neither of them paid it much mind, despite Astarion's deep appreciation for the arts. Tonight, his focus was solely on cherishing his beloved.

It was now past evenfall and into the early hours of the night. They had whiled away the evening at the theater and continued their night at a charming pub, where they mingled with the upper echelons of Baldur's Gate's high society. Throughout the evening, they had the pleasure of meeting a handful of actors, although Astarion couldn't help but notice how some of them couldn't seem to avert their gaze, their eyes frequently drawn towards Isla. This stirred a touch of jealousy in him, prompting an impulsive act of intertwining their fingers, giving her a swift peck on her cheek, or casually draping his arm around her shoulder. It was as if he were silently conveying, "Don't even consider talking to her."

As more time slipped away, Astarion and Isla bid their farewells to their acquaintances. They were about to enter into a waiting carriage to return home when Isla paused and said-

"can we perhaps, walk? It's just that... The night is so beautiful, and it feels like ages since we've strolled together, aside from those distant days when we journeyed the Sword Coast."

"Hmm, you're right. It's high time we created some new memories, isn't it?" Astarion replied with a soft smile, the kind that creased the tails of his mouth ever so slightly.

The two of them strolled through the winding streets of Baldur's Gate. The evening was graced with a gentle, warm breeze, and the sky overhead was adorned with a canvas of stars.

"They're beautiful tonight, even if they're not so clear," Astarion remarked, looking at the sky. Isla couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu; it seemed like he had made a similar observation once before.

As they walked hand in hand, they passed by lively street vendors selling exotic wares, their voices carrying the scent of spices and roasted meats. The laughter of revelers spilled out from the bustling taverns and inns, filling the air with a joyous ambiance.

They decided to stop by the upper city gardens to rest their feet. Isla laid her head gently of Astarion's shoulder, he was a little taken by suprise but he didn't mind.

"Ugh, I won't lie, all this walking has made me a little... hungry." Astarion stated, feeling a little tired.

"Don't worry my dear, we'll be home soon. There's plenty of 'wine' waiting for you." Isla replied, a tinge of playfulness in her voice, hinting at their shared secret.

Isla gazed out at the children in the park, even though it was quite late into the night, they continued to play after their dinners. Their parents kept a watchful eye on them from afar while engaging in conversation amongst themselves. A spontaneous smile graced her lips, one that had emerged without her awareness, until she overheard a young boy yell,

"MISTER! MISTER!"

The boy darted up to Astarion, catching them both by surprise. Despite Astarion being seated, the boy stood much shorter and couldn't have been older than 5.

Astarion, a tad confused, inquired, "What is it, little one? Do you need something?"

The boy placed his hands into Astarion's and responded with awe in his eyes, "Sir, I couldn't help but notice your eyes. They're so pretty, they look like rubies. Do you have gems for eyes, mister?"

Astarion, taken aback, struggled for words but managed, "Well... dear boy, my eyes are very much real."

"Really? Can I have a closer look then, mister?"

Isla watched the heartwarming interaction unfold with a gentle smile. Astarion, while still slightly uncomfortable, couldn't help but smile either. He knelt to meet the boy's gaze, allowing him a closer look. Soon, more children joined, their eyes fixed on Astarion's.

After a moment, Astarion, with a hint of playful sternness, quipped, "Are you quite finished with your scrutiny, young ones?"

One of the children spoke, "I hope my eyes are as pretty as yours one day, sir. Mine aren't a unique color like yours."

Astarion, his demeanor softening, said, "Oh, come now, your eyes are beautiful too, like stars in the night sky! Don't wish to be anyone other than yourself, child. Always remember to be strong, fearless, kind, and... well, sweet. Just as you were now." It was a tender moment, one in which Isla realized, she hadn't seen him with children before, and it warmed her heart to witness him in this gentle role.

As the children continued on their way, Astarion settled back beside Isla, a faint but genuine smile lingering on his face. She couldn't help but keep her gaze fixed on him. Astarion finally broke the silence, "You know, perhaps having one of those around wouldn't be such a bad idea."

Isla found herself taken aback by his comment, and her cheeks gave away her bashfulness as they flushed red. Astarion couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction, a fond and affectionate laugh that filled the night. He leaned in and tenderly pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Finally, hand in hand, they began their journey back home, their hearts lighter, and the memories of the evening etched in their souls.

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eikotheblue · 6 months

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Behold! This absolutely incredible drawing of me as a Pokemon gym leader, drawn by my wonderful and incredibly talented friend Fen @salt-and-bramble 💙💙💙

I love it so much as a work of art and as a drawing of me and I'm using it as my profile picture everywhere now.

Fen did a wonderful job of - capturing lots of details that match up with things I actually wear (the heart gems I put on my forehead, my favorite top with the boob window, the galaxy print on my favorite dresses, the color of the glowy wheels on my skates), while also adding so many delightful little things that spark so much delight in my soul (the heart-shaped pupils, a much fancier design on my gloves than I currently have, the poi-pokeballs, a lil bit of embellishment on the cleavage) and. the hair.

Gods, the hair. Y'all have to understand - I've legit never seen a picture or depiction of my hair I've loved anywhere close to how much I love this. I've gotten a lot of compliments on my hair over my life, and despite historically really hating it, lately I've been figuring out ways to get it in a state where I can appreciate it myself, which has been a slow and strange process. But when I first saw this drawing, I felt like I understood for the first time what people are seeing, when they look at my hair and tell me it's beautiful. (When I told Fen this, they said I have the curls of the ocean... ;-; this has stuck in my head, and I think of it when I look at my avatar or my hair.) And the action lines in the rest of the piece really enhance the wave vibes...

it's just so perfect ;-;

#there's more to the story of how this image came to be and why the comment about smarthome bullshit and the other people involved #but - I'll be posting that later #because I've been writing this post in my head for the last several weeks and today it finally came out like this #and the perfect should not be the enemy of the good #and I know I've already said this but #thank you so much Fen #I love this I love you I'm so so so glad you're a part of my life #these last 2 months have been horrible but your support has made them so much more manageable #and this picture was one of the purist and brightest spots in that darkness #and it means the world to me #💙 💙 💙#personal #art #gym leader sona saga

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catcze · 7 months

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ATE ATE ATE

city of stars from la la land with wriothesley

OH OH OH

OKAY my GOD OOOO so as i write this right im playing it rn in the background and It's inspiring me and making me think thoughts of Wriothesley when he was younger and before he had taken the title of Duke. When he was still an underground boxer and after showing his prowess in the ring, one of his friends decided to treat him by bringing him to one of the most popular (yet classy) bars in all of Fontaine. He tries good (in his opinion, terribly overpriced) food and drinks for most of the night, enjoying his win.

It's on his second hour there that the lights dim and the previous singer steps down from the stage. Wriothesley doesn't pay much attention, at first— the previous act had been a good singer for sure, and their voice had done well to match the ambiance of the club, but he hadn't found himself particularly enraptured by them or anything. He thinks that will likely be the case with the next performer too, attention grabbing for just the first few songs, then conversation with his friends will take his attention yet again.

But lo and behold— you step onto the stage, the crystals and gems and sparkles on your person shining like rain drops under the spotlight and making you absolutely glow, and Wriothesley is hooked. For the rest of the evening, he is enraptured by each song that you croon into the microphone and the way your eyes shut when you get particularly into a song. He no longer finds interest in his friends and instead leans forward in his seat, elbow on the table and chin in his palm, watching you like you are the only thing worth looking at in the entire room. Wriothesley wishes he knew what it was like to be the microphone stand that you hold as you sing— wishes he knew what it was like to have you sing quietly and softly into his ear, as if you were performing just for him. Would you sway him back and forth in time to your tune, as you do with yourself onstage? Would you lean close enough to him for him to feel the brush of your lips with each breath that escapes you?

It must be the drinks, Wriothesley thinks to himself, in a moment of clarity, head in his hands as he questions himself. He's not even spoken to you and here he is, down bad. And you can tell you've got him transfixed too, he thinks. He swears that he's seen you wink at him several times, though he blames the worsening flush on his cheeks on the alcohol.

You end too soon in his opinion, the lights coming on again as you bow, letting those gems on you sparkle. He claps alongside the rest of the crowd, doing his best to seem normal and not clap like his life depended on it. To his dismay you quickly vanish after you take your bow and step offstage, and he cannot for the life of him find you in the crowd again.

He excuses him from his friends, peeling away from his seat and heading over to the bar where he quickly flags down the bartender. "Hi," he says when the man approaches him, glass in hand. "I was wondering if you could send a drink to the singer just now? If that's alright?"

And the barkeep stares at him a bit, blinking before— "Yeah, I can do that. What drink do you want to send?"

"Er, champagne, maybe? Or wine?"

"Our talented singer's drink of choice after a performance is a margarita," offers the bartender with a well-meaning (if not mischievous) smile.

"Send that then, please."

"Any message you want to send along with it? A name, perhaps?"

He hand the man enough mora for the drink, "No, it's fine. I'd just like to express my admiration towards the performer is all." And he hopes that the bartender doesn't see the slight redness in his cheeks.

Later, after he heads back to his seat with his friends and has resigned himself to being little more than a mere audience member that you'll never think about again, he's surprised by the same bartender approaching their table and setting a glass of whiskey before him.

"From our friend," says the bartender, handing him a small slip of paper with that same smile from before.

I'm off in 30, and i know the perfect place for a midnight snack, is hastily scrawled on, and Wriothesley can feel the excitement make his pulse race.

The bartender hands him a pen, and in the neatest hand he can muster, he writes Yes, please, underneath your message. The bartender quickly takes the slip of paper, already beelining towards the backstage entrance.

Wriothesley takes a sip of the whiskey, leaning back in his seat. There's a buzz in his veins, entirely unrelated to the alcohol now, as he checks the time on his friend's watch.

These are going to be the longest 30 minutes in his life.

#Wriothesley x reader #Genshin Impact x reader #Cw GN reader #「 🍓 」 Fave Flavor !! brazo.de.mercedes #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.cupcakes #not super directly related to city of stars but MY GOD this came to me like a vision while listening to the song and i HAD to express it

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ygiroadrift · 4 months

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Velvet and Veneer lives in my head rent free 1

So have some doodles from like. Last year (December 2023)!

The brainrot of them is insane dude - Their designs and dynamic is stuck in my head, not to mention their species is pretty much spaghetti rubberhose LMAO. Hell I drew them during my first term college final somebody, and that my last drawing of 2023 is literally them! I am ill

November 2023

Y'all I thought I drew something in November 2023 but that's just the beginning of my brainrot lmao (aka collecting screenshots of them). My actual doodles started at December lol.

December 2023

Behold. The first drawing of them and I use approximately 1 reference and proceeded to not elaborate further and drew their proportions and hair and face by memory -

This was drawn while I was doing one of my final first terms LMAO

On a random note. Whenever I draw a "full piece", I always have this side file (or paper/canvas in traditional terms) just for the litte doodles I made along the way!

This is exactly what happened; I was like. drawing a man sleeping with the blankets like the ocean (because the term wants us to draw a scenario based on a prompt and an expression; in my case atm it was Ocean Sounds and Metaphor). But there's this two spaghetti twinks hanging out in my side file LMAO

Sometime later (a day later), like old fashioned Ygiro, I drew them as dragons to get my hands going

I cannot get Veneer's hair right at that time; his hair is killing me

Bonus Floyd because why not!

0n a random note 2. In an AU where all of trolls are based on dragons... I feel like Mount Rageons would absolutely be Noodle Dragons™ (Chinese Long Dragons), and that Trolls would have been Fae Dragons

And that the Vacaytioners (?) would probably be plush dragons (ok I'm gonna stop now; this post ain't about dragons!)

...

Ok I half lied here's V&V as dragons that I decided to properly colored and lined (+ Crimp dragon to fill in some empty space except I used 0 references so she just looks. wrong)

I feel like they both would be this. beautiful white dragons with golden undertones and their respective colors as an accent...

On a random note 3. I remembered pondering why their hair is green instead of like other colors during December, but I guess it lets them stand out I guess

Though in context to the dragons, if the white is like pearls and that the blue/purple is like sapphires and rubies (or whatever gems are purple, I forgor), the green would have been something like jade! Talk about drip.

... Okay a lil more before I moved on; Velvet would have long luscious hair from the head to the tail because it just makes sense, while Veneer would have them shorter. Same goes to their spine spikes.

ANYWAYS

Anyways, Veneer was particularly stuck in my head for the entirety of December 2023, as you can probably tell by these doodles

There's like more of him but I have hit the image limit so uh. Expect part two LMAO

Their faces are drawn better I swea

#ygiromadethis #digital art #artists on tumblr #ygirorambles #traditional art #fanart #trolls 3 #trolls #trolls band together #velvet and veneer #trolls velvet #trolls veneer #oh y'all are gonna see more of them I'm so sorry lmao

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colossal-niamh · 2 months

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A long vent on MJF's world title run shaped like an essay

There's been a consistent debate about the quality of MJF's title run post mortem and I think I fully stand on the side that it was terrible. Possibly even the worst world title run AEW's had yet (aside from CM Punk's nonexistent 2nd run). Overly lengthy, rarely defended the belt on tv (a total of 5 times in 406 days), diminishing returns on title matches (the Double or Nothing and Full Gear matches are especially bad) and I grew more cold on him as he turned more and more face.

In retrospect I fully believe he should have dropped the belt at All In. obviously creative didn't have the booking foresight to plan around Adam Cole's ankle exploding, but I don't think we needed another 4 months of MJF title run. They should have started the big betrayal and new heel faction at the biggest show the company's ever run and not when both sides of the big feud are too bruised and beaten to work an angle. but that's more fantasy booking than proper analysis.

The Length of MJF's run felt excessive and unnecessary considering the lack of anything substantial for several stretches on TV. A lot of the builds for his title defenses were him being challenged by someone and then MJF sets up a bunch of stipulations to get that match like a gauntlet his opponent would run through. This led to some solid TV matches like Bryan vs Rush, but left the show devoid of MJF himself outside of being essentially a talking head. AEW prior had made sure the world champ was on the card and the belt was a hotly contested prize. Without those regular matches on TV it felt the world champion was distant from the product and was what the world title scene had avoided up to that point, avoidable.

The actual matches MJF did have were inconsistent in quality and in particular his pay per view matches steadily got worse as his run went on. I will say up front I like the ironman match with Bryan and the match with Tanahashi is the only title defense I haven't seen, so maybe that one might be some hidden gem I missed. As for the others, they either range from alright like the Mox and Samoa Joe matches where he won and lost the titles respectively, to legitimately the worst PPV world title match AEW's had in the 4 pillars 4-way. A match where 4 guys nowhere near skilled or experienced enough to put on a quality world title match, which also floundered due to the build up being MJF failing to bounce off of 3 guys with sub par promo skills (side note, Sammy Guevara is the worst promo in the company, bar none). I think the main factor for this is a borrowed observation from Joseph Montecillo's review* of the Jay White match from Full Gear

"This match with Jay White is a strange mix of good and interesting ideas shaped into the entirely wrong fashion. It’s an unwieldy uncanny valley kind of creation–all the elements of “good” wrestling are there but in the wrong order, mutated and warped into an ugly whole. Everything about it feels discordant, unpleasant to behold.

MJF knows all the words, but not the music."

MJF knows what a good match looks like, but doesn't know how to pace or structure one. he's like a artist with some cool OCs and a story in his head, but he doesn't get the mechanics of panel flow and puts too many speech bubbles in the panels.

I found his heel work as champion standard practice for him but good, however as he pivoted to being a face I was fond at first but progressively soured on him. He's an excellent chicken shit heel and capable of some absolute bastard behavior, in fact he's too good. Face MJF comes off as disingenuous mainly for two reason. Number one his entire AEW run was defined by how heinous and untrustworthy he was, literally in the same run he turned face he hospitalized William Regal and shoot threw a drink at a kid on live PPV. Number two is that once he was portrayed as a face, he kept doing shit the exact same as when he was a heel, but now with a cheep city pop and a "I'm your sucmbag!" Once he had a friend AEW portrayed him as a loveable scamp for stuff commentary would curse him out for over half a year ago. He kept the sleezy prick routine and the body shaming and the only real noticeable change is his name calling somehow got worse. The big example of how face MJF doesn't work is the Jay White feud. Lizzy Flanagan at The Sportster* makes the point I'd like to make exactly.

"MJF’s go-to tactic to being a babyface has been garnering sympathy, but his sob story about being bullied as a well-off middle-class child in Long Island has been repeated three or four times now. He then resorts to humor, but the best he can come up with is calling Jay White tofu. Then, he tries some crowd work. This usually works fairly well, as the AEW crowd wants to see MJF succeed, but the promos can’t help but come across as cheesy and cliché. You can put lipstick on a pig. It’s still a pig. You can put a t-shirt and a smile on MJF. MJF is still a heel."

His face work feels fake and undercooked, so when put in a program with a fully realized and, frankly, better character like Jay White, Face MJF falls flat. The guy who's supposed to be the man of the people who recently turned over a new leaf is the same guy that flipped of a child at a public autograph event and mocked Darby Allen's dead uncle. The only thing that's changed as a character is now he has crocodile tears.

MJF's run as world champion was an abject failure. A spotlight that exposed the weakest parts of one of AEW's most popular performers during a creatively frustrating time in the company's short history. An example of many flaws in the modern wrestling landscape and the creative short comings of the man himself. As I write this I assume once Max recovers he'll take up the vengeful babyface role, chasing Cole and his faction. Do I hope it works? sure, but to I expect it to work? No, the experiment failed and it's inevitable that MJF will turn heel again. He has nothing without the bitter chicken shit heel persona, as a face he's a dog with no teeth. All bark, no bite.

*(Links to articles referenced in the replies below)

#aew #aew rampage #aew dynamite #aew collision #mjf #maxwell jacob friedman #all elite wrestling #wrestling

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hmshermitcraft · 4 months

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!For theme!

Now the hermits are used to strange encounters and just frankly ridiculous situations. Some more so then others for the pure fact 9 times out of 10 they’ll be the ones to end up in said situations none more so then Etho, Grian, Scar and ever since they started hanging out with the emperors more Sausage. To this date many of the hermits and emperors have had to rescue them from weird situations such as during the crossover when they had to rescue them from the depths of the Grimmlands castle finding them fighting a giant golem to more recently them surviving a test vault made by iskall.

But when they said they’d be going to check out some ruins on the server that popped up they all thought they’ll be fine…and they were right for the most part. Then they suddenly went missing for close to two months and started searching for them. And low and behold they find them in the middle of some kinda ritual with witches and illagers galore in one corner they Grian being tied up while trying to bite a witch in the middle of the camp they see Sausage and Scar cooking chicken and bbq in front of a group of hungry illagers. And the most confusing of all in the back of the camp where most of the illagers and witches were was Etho in a throne dressed as some sorta raider king as they were in the middle of some sorta crowning ceremony with him sitting there confused to hell and back.

Frankly…both groups are more confused than it should realistically possible but they can save the explanations after they get their danger prone friends back to safety. And once they do it only becomes more confusing where it turns out they got kidnapped and were made to fight in a gladiatorial fight pit for two weeks. Then taken on serval raids as bait where Etho accidentally killed their last king in trying to escape thus leading them to the situation they found them in….and apparently that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Rando anon

It's the kind of story that wouldn't be believable if it were anyone else. After Gem thoroughly demolishes them (through her words and fighting), it's a relief to be back home with the other hermits and not... Whatever that was. Look, Grian doesn't regret trying to fight them, alright?! They started it.

Now they just need to make up for all the dates they missed and that their partners will absolutely hold over their heads... At least it might keep them out of trouble for a bit.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #etho tag #scar tag #sausage tag #polyhermits #polyhermits + polypires #rando anon #mod 🎀

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zozo-01 · 2 months

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"i want it to last forever. (all the magic and fun at sea.)"

This was supposed to be a prompt fill for our lovely @autisticempathydaemon, but alas! School and work caught up to me and I couldn't finish it, but I am making up for it know! As always, all the thanks to our lovely @gingerbreadmonsters to making sure that even if I can't get an Aussie accent right, I can at least get the British one accurate! There will definitely a sequel of sorts where I explain the lore and magic of this world, as well as expose everyone's dark past!

CW: Alternate Universe, My beloved Siren/Mermaid AU, Alexis and Christian are so stupid and in love, Sam and Darlin' being Mother Hens separately, The Pack is here but they are not important (as of right now) I.E. Darlin' is a Solaire, Christian feeling guilty over Darlin' (not romantic), Light Mentions to Darlin's past (Specifically Quinn but he is not mentioned by name), This is small fries compared to my actual Siren Fic, Eventual Sam and Darlin' but that's not why we are here!!!

click here for the ao3 link!!!

Press your shirt flat, comb your hair down and check your breath. Daily things that Christian should be doing to maintain his appearance, but never found any reason to. He’s a special breed, one can argue a dumb breed, of humans who don’t care about what others think of him. Given that fact, he doesn’t need to maintain his looks. Who gives a shit about what others say?

But she wasn’t just anyone and he needed to treat her as such. And he’ll try his best with his limited abilities.

He doubles, and triples and quadruple checks himself in the mirror. Ok, so far so good. He doesn’t look like he just rolled out of bed which is a general improvement from his status quo. It wasn’t like simple improvements were good enough for her. Although, if she asked him out while looking like a drowned rat, then maybe she didn’t care for his looks.

(Or at least he thinks that's what she said. To be quite frank, he hasn’t even heard this girl speak. She could definitely understand him, so it wasn’t a language barrier on her end, she just refuses to open her mouth. So far, they have only been able to communicate with nods and what he thinks was sign language. It looked more like flailing hands to him, but it got the job done. Now all he needs to do is not get stood up by the most ethereal woman he’s ever laid his eyes on.)

(Cool. Absolutely no pressure at all.)

He grabs his keys and walks out the door with the nonchalant attitude that has gotten him this far in life. Surely if he treats this tangible Venus like she was a normal girl, then she’ll fall in love with him in no time!

Or punch him in the face and spit on his grave. Either or work.

The rest of the drive was silent. He didn’t bother to come up with creative nicknames or smooth pick up lines because why should he? She decided to ask him out for him, not some casanova. This is what she asked for and this is what she’ll get.

He parked his car by the bridge, and waited for her signal that she’d be on the bridge. She said that when he sees a bright blue light, that will be his que to get on the bridge. A weird signal if you asked him, but hey who was he to judge-

A flash of blue erupted from below the bridge, followed by the sounds of rapid waves. Was Christian going to question the near mystical light? Not by the seven oceans he wasn’t. All he knew was that’s probably his signal so he exited the car and walked onto the bridge.

And low and behold, there she was in her glory.

(Christian did compare her to Venus earlier, and it is his nickname for her, so you can see how much horseshit his earlier thoughts were. But it bears remembering now. There was seafoam under the part of the bridge where she stands. Her midnight hair flows in the wind, moving the same way waves ebb and flow in the ocean. Even her dress had something otherworldly about it, from the way it hugged her body like wet fabric, despite it looking dry as a bone, and the shells and gems that adorned it. There was something off about her in the most tantalizing way possible.)

He cleared his throat, blessing her with his presence as much as she’s blessing him with hers and causing the young woman to snap out of her daze. “Hello, Venus. Excited to see me?” Confidence and borderline cockiness were dripping from his voice. It all came from a place of genuine care, whether she knew it or not was up to her.

Venus smiled at the arrogant boy, moving her hands to sign to him. It still looked like gibberish to him, although if he stared hard enough and paid enough attention, he’ll be able to understand her…

The girl shook her head, not in disgust or apathy, but in amusement. Like she found the miscommunication on his end cute. She pulled out a notebook and a pen from her pocket and began to write down what she was trying to say. Quite a large book from a small dress, but he’s seen weirder.

She flips the notebook over to reveal the message. Thank you for meeting me here.

Christian puffed his chest up, pride filling his tanned body. He ran a hand through his golden hair, replying, “I’m just doing a favour for you.” Please don’t focus on how fast his heart is beating or how he wiped his shirt to get rid of the excess sweat.

Or the strange feeling of being watched from a distance.

She rolled her eyes, and usually it would insult Christian. Lord knows he doesn’t like being made into a joke, but if making himself a fool is what keeps Venus smiling, then he’ll become the butt of every joke from here on till the day she dies. (A long time away that day is.)

Venus opened up her notebook and continued to write in it. How has your day been, Christian?

Ah ha! An excuse to talk about himself. It’s what he excels at the most! He opened his mouth, ready to go on about his day. “Well the waves and weather were nice today, so I went surfing. Taught some assholes what it really means to shred it on the water. Like, seriously, do you want to know what these little shits did!” He then went on a tirade about these teenagers and how they wouldn’t listen to any of his warnings as to why not to ride a monster wave. Lo and behold, Fred and Bright wiped out hard and he has no sympathy for them.

She covered her mouth, muffling the angelic laugh that Christian was convinced she had. It’s a little weird that he’s never heard a sound from her, at least he thinks it is. Even non-verbal people let out sounds, heavy breaths or quiet sighs, to prove that they’re alive. But Venus hadn’t done any of that. He wonders what’s preventing her from letting out any sounds. He's known about how trauma can cause people to go mute, he's seen it happen with Bright. But dare he be crass, Venus seems quite well adjusted to society.

(The two bodies in the water with scales down their bodies say otherwise. Neither of them wanted to be there, but what the Ocean demands, the Ocean receives.)

"Let me guess, you're into surfer boys?" Brash and overconfident was unbecoming of most men, at least that's what Darlin' used to say. But they're dead and therefore, their advice and words don't matter anymore. Somehow it works for him and it's working on her so he won't lead the dead dictate his actions.

Returning to her notebook, Venus scribbled down some words. She turned it over, revealing the words she wrote down. I've never spoken to a 'surfer boy' before. Are they all as haughty as you?

Ouch, that was personal. She didn't have to call him out on his attitude like this. She didn't need to mimic the ghosts he lives with all that accurately.

Ignoring the accidental jab to his heart, he rolls his eyes and lets her words leave quiet wounds on his body. "Well I'm sure that you'll be begging for me later, princess." Assuming that Venus would ever beg. Voice aside, she doesn't seem like the type to beg.

Christian dropped his bravado and leaned back against the bridge. "How about you? How's your day been?"

Venus looked back at her notebook, taking her time to write down every detail of her day. Once she was done writing, she flipped her notebook back to Christian.

It's been good. I went out with my brother, his partner and one of my friends to get some food. We had some beignets and they were really good! I haven't had good ones in quite some time. Plus, my brother got powder sugar all over himself and he looked like he failed to smoke some cocaine, so that was amusing.

"An eventful day," he chuckled. He tried to picture a younger, male version of Alexis covered in powdered sugar to make himself feel better for the fact that he'd be the fool doing the same thing. "Maybe you can take me there one day? I've never had a beignet before."

Venus smiled and nodded her head, and he's planning to message Milo about a styling intervention. It would be worth it to look good for her.

The same blue light from earlier flashed again, and Venus's eyes widened. She frantically looked between the ocean and Christian, her face puzzled and brain working to come up with an excuse. Realizing that she was looking for an excuse, he decided to free her of that burden.

"Look, I get if you need to go." He watched her face relax and kept going. "I have work the next day, anyways." He fiddled with his car keys, trying to find a way to stretch these seconds into eons. "It was nice seeing you again. I hope it won't be the last time?"

She shook her head while writing in her notebook. We can grab some beignets tomorrow if you're free? Meet me here again at noon and we can go together.

"Perfect!" His smile bloomed at the thought of spending more time with his girl. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

He turned back to go to his car, not paying attention to the large splash from behind him. Heart lighter than air, he danced his way back to his car. There was no person worth more sleepless nights and tired mornings than Venus and he can't wait for more time with her.

The drive back home seemed shorter while he was lost in his head. But the minute he parked in his garage, he knew he had to focus in order to stay silent. While Sam never cared about what Christian did with his time, the fact that he came back later than what he promised was all he needed to fear the coming of the Southern Mothern Hen.

Creeping his way inside, he was relieved that the lights were turned off and not a soul was in the living room.

Until a single lamp was turned on and Sam was sitting on the couch.

"Mate-"

"Do you know what time it is, young man?" He didn't give Christian any time to respond. "I'll tell you what time it is. It's damn near midnight, when you said you'd be back by 10 PM." The southern man got up and started pacing around. "I thought, 'you're a grown man, you don't need me to follow you like a mama duck, even after you're meetin' some mysterious woman.'"

Sam stopped in the middle of the room and gave Christian a death glare. "But nooo, you had to stay out longer and make all of us worry over your sorry ass!"

"Uh, who is us-"

"Not the point, Christian!" He rubbed his temples and let out a fatherly sigh. "I know you love this girl, but seein' her on a random night by a bridge? I'm just worried that you're going to get caught up in some stupid shit."

Despite only being three or so years older than him, Sam always spoke with the wisdom of a man who's lived a thousand lifetimes. He should really listen to his advice before he does end up like Darlin'.

(He can't help but think of the parallels between his situation and Darlin's. Guilt still fills his body when he thinks of them, and he's left to wonder what would happen if they had a Sam in their life to step in. Sometimes he feels unworthy for Sam's care because he doesn't deserve it. They did. But they'll never get that help because they're gone and it's no thanks to him.)

Christian sighed, letting go of his defensive guard. "Alright, I'll be more careful. But like, fuck…" He fell onto the couch in desperation. "I really like this girl, Sam. I don't want to mess it up."

"And you won't." Sam sat down to pat Christian's back. "I'm just askin' you to exercise a level of caution. I mean, last time you mentioned her, you didn't even get her name."

"..."

"You got her name this time, right Christian?"

"I'll get it tomorrow?"

"Oh my Lord, you love sick fool."

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Thank God Christian turned his back to Alexis just in time for him to not see three figures appear from the water onto the bridge. Bless his oblivious heart for missing every sign.

"Chrissy? The mysterious human man was Christian? Alexis Solaire, you are better than this." Of course Darlin' was the first one to speak. It made sense, they knew him back from when they were human, so they had the most opinion. Which is exactly why she didn't want to tell them about her little date.

"Oh come on, he's not that bad. He's… interesting." Interesting was code for an asshole that has caught her attention. But it wasn't her fault that they were both assholes who gravitated towards each other.

"He's interesting alright! Interesting enough to shove a knife into!" They paced up and down the bridge, the waves beneath them moving wherever they did. "Oh my lord, now I know why William made us follow you. I thought it was because he was just being a worried bitch but no! He had actual reason to worry!"

Finally she found an opening to speak her piece. "Great point, why on Earth are all three of you here? And what gave William the right to send three of his sirens to follow me?" She couldn't help but feel patronized. She was a grown woman, older than the three in front of her in both human and siren years. If there were any of them who can take care of herself, it's her.

Vincent yawned and rubbed his eyes. "None of us want to be here, so William said that if we didn't, he's going to station us in the Drake Passage to sink some ships." He shivered at the thought, and Alexis couldn't blame him. The last time she was there, her human skin matched the blue shade of her scales.

"And like, I would send an army after my daughter if I knew her man was Christian," they shuddered. She wonders if Darlin's hatred was because of an unfinished past with him, anger and resentment brewing inside her friend over how they died.

"Oh, don't be so ridiculous, Darlin'," Porter chuckled. She was waiting for him to pipe up with some smart comment. "He's... quite the character, certainly, but if that's what it takes to get Alexis's head out of her arse, then..." He crossed his arms and laughed at the dark glare she gave him.

Darlin' smacked the backside of his head, ignoring the faux pout on his face. "Porter there are better men to teach that lesson." They all raised their eyes at Darlin', wondering who would be a 'better lesson' for their dear princess.

Not appreciating the confused yet amused stares from their friends, Darlin' just mumbled about how she could have learned from their mistakes rather than making her own. It was fair game, but that was assuming that Darlin's 'mistakes' were their fault. They were not.

"Can we go home? Me and Lovely have reservations at a restaurant and I need to go." He yawned, a telltale sign that Vincent was tired and needed to recharge with Lovely. It was sickeningly adorable, and she was happy that he found someone to spend his eternity with.

Darlin' wasn't having any of it. "Shut up, Vincent! Some of us have actual problems like making sure our friends don't end up with mediocre men." Harsh words aside, it was clear that they didn't mean to sound rude, they were just angry over the situation.

"Well, at least this 'Christian' won't be able to kill her," Porter mused. He made a dramatic turn towards Darlin', ready to push them to their absolute limit. "That was why you came, wasn't it?"

For fuck's sakes Porter, that was low blow. Even for her.

Rightfully so, Darlin's claws and fangs appeared, eyes sharpening like a shark. "You absolute fucking asshole!" They tackled Porter back into the water, and thankfully, Porter's head hadn't floated back to the surface. Yet at least.

"Do you really like him?" Vincent asked from beside her.

She thought about it. Christian was definitely the man who's made her feel more… she didn't what he made her feel. Alexis Solaire (formerly known as Alexis Getty) didn't feel love. For as long as she could remember, the most she would feel was a strong 'like'. But love? She wasn't sure she was capable of that feeling.

But that was until William and Vincent sparked the familial love she didn't have towards her own biological family. Or how Porter and Darlin' bonded over the platonic love they all share for each other.

Maybe Christian would be the person to teach her romantic love.

"I don't know Vince, but I think we should check on Darlin' and make sure they haven't mauled Porter by now."

Vincent's demeanour perked up with realization. "Shit- We can't have them rip his arm off again!" He jumped back into the water, trying to stop the coastal line from becoming shark-infested again.

Alexis looked up at the moon. She still doesn't believe she deserves this chance of a beautiful second life. All of her mistakes and regrets always prevented her from living in the present. But with how Christian carries himself, being able to let things bounce off him, it inspires her that maybe she can do the same thing.

She smiled. She can't wait to see Christian messy with powder sugar all over his mouth.

#redacted asmr #redacted fanfic #redacted christian #redacted alexis #i have so much for this au #my poor deity au is crying in the back ground #hehehehe #zo writes tingz #this is zo speaking

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silenzahra · 1 month

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I have just beaten this ABSOLUTE GEM of a game and I. Am. SCREAMING.

(No spoilers in this post btw, don't worry!)

I know I said a few hours ago that I wasn't still ready to fangirl... but something has definitely started to change.

And all thanks to this AWESOME game and to the absolutely AMAZING Princess Peach.

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totaleclipse573 · 7 months

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Lo and behold

A Terios Lore Post (LONG POST WARNING!)

REASON FOR CREATION

Terios was first made back when I was ten (maybe 11?) I knew the trend of people giving Shadow a brother through the whole “he was created, not born” thing was common, but I didn’t like how it was always done. People kept making Shadow’s “brother” into the most boring, over-powered edge lords with absolutely no flaws or weaknesses whatsoever, their only character was simply to be evil. So I wanted to use the concept, but change it in a good way. I decided Terios would instead be a sort of shy and sweet character who doesn’t have much confidence (and a small fear of heights,) his traits being mostly the opposite of Shadow’s. Though, I didn’t want to make his past or backstory EXACTLY the same as Shadow, so I decided to change things up a bit with his side of the story.

Also, making your own canon is FUN AS HELL, I LOVE THIS

Before I start, I’ll just put these details in here in case you haven’t seen the original post :

Species : Darkhog (I should explain this one. It’s sort of a mutated combination of a hedgehog, and a darkling, which from what I’ve gathered due to Eclipse, are extremely young, full-blooded Black Arms ‘superiors.’ That part is also based a bit off of personal headcanon though, for context. So he’s a hybrid! Because…it's cool.)

Age : Like Shadow and Eclipse, Terios is ageless, but mentally I feel like he’d be 17 or so.

Personality : Shy, lacking in confidence, intelligent, very boyfail

Weaknesses : Letting his past get the better of him, loss of control over his emotions (it ends up as a ‘power overload’,) his naivete, low resistance against mental manipulation/overpowering

Fears : Heights, being used for evil, accidentally hurting the people he’s closest to

Sexuality : 24/7 Bisexual Panic

People he’s closest to/feels closest to : Shadow (twin,) Eclipse (half-brother,) Rouge, Tails, Silver (best friend.)

CREATION ERA

(Note here : I know Shadow and Terios technically shouldn’t be “young” per say, but I’ve seen a few people portray Shadow as a little kid in this stage of his life regardless sooo…why not? It’s cute. They stop growing when they look the same as the rest of the teenage cast, AKA their present looks.)

Terios was created by Gerald Robotnik along with Shadow. The original intent of the project was only to create one Ultimate Lifeform, but something went wrong in the process involving their DNA + Chaos Energy, cloning the project in its early stage.

Doleon (in case you don’t remember or haven’t seen, he’s a sort of AU version I created a while back of Doom, now being a part of a strange alien species with his own lore to be discussed at some point,) was aware of the project from the beginning because of his involvement in their creation (due to his DNA being used, he would be the biological father of both Shadow and Terios,) knew of the accidental cloning, and decided it would be beneficial to him to create a pact. Once both projects were completed, the pact stated that Doleon was entitled to at least one of them as his own, since they were both his biologically.

Before Doleon arrived, Shadow and Terios spent a bit of time together before they were to actually meet Maria, and got along well. Shadow was a bit more confident and outgoing, while Terios seemed to be quite the opposite, typically even hiding behind his twin when they were spoken to. They were basically each other's best friend at that point. BUUUUUUT…

When the time came, Doleon arrived, a large green gem in hand (we’ll get to that later.) Directing it towards the twins, he stated he felt an odd, but nevertheless powerful presence coming from “the grey-eyed one.” The young Terios himself even seemed to have a different reaction to it than Shadow, seemingly more focused on and attentive of the shard. So, Terios was the one he took. Shadow remained with Gerald and Maria, while Doleon decided he would raise Terios and the power he seemingly had to aid him in his own efforts.

EXPERIMENTATION ERA

(Quick note here, Terios DID grow up on the Black Comet. This is probably the most lore heavy of all the eras for Terios.)

Doleon has Terios for his future plans now, but the downside on his end is that he now actually has to care for this small child until he’s old enough to begin his training. He needs to teach the hybrid the basics of what his powers and abilities are, and after a while, simple ways he can use them. Typically while Terios is asleep, though, he’s being unknowingly experimented on, in a way, (its mainly exposure, taking note of reactions to certain exposures, and repeat,) and it’s being done by Doleon and certain gems known as “The Shards of Chaos.”

The Shards of Chaos, as the same suggests, are a bit like the Chaos Emeralds, gems filled to the brim with a special sort of energy. Only, where the Chaos Emeralds are positive, the Shards of Chaos are extremely negative, using their energy to corrupt their users with their addictive power, turning the users into hosts. And the longer the user has been exposed to their power, the worse the corruption (which is more so mental than physical, but it can be both) becomes. And Doleon had a connection to them from the start (was technically his choice, but the point being, he’s been being corrupted for centuries, leading to who he is now. They also used to have individual guardians for the shards, who were Doleon’s siblings, but that's another backstory for another day.)

This goes on until Terios is mentally about five. It's then that Doleon finally introduces Terios to the Shards of Chaos consciously. He summons them by his side, capturing Terios’ attention immensely. Doleon explains that the shards have been with him for centuries, and carry a great source of power. He is their guardian at the moment, but soon enough, the honor will be passed down to Terios, and he will gain their power as well (keep in mind he has to paint these things in a better light so that Terios will go along with practically anything relating to them. He even calls them a part of his destiny, something Terios has always believed highly of.) He then goes on to explain that in order to someday become their guardian, Terios must first form a connection to the energy the shards emit. It's his first time, though, and he’s still mentally a small child, so naturally, he’s still a bit nervous and hesitant.

Soon enough, he was convinced. When Terios was younger, being exposed to the energy of the shards was quite visibly painful for him, and he did everything in his power to try and get Doleon to stop whenever he had to do all this. As he grew older though, the shards' power started to feel strangely calming and natural. It even started to sound nice for a little while, just letting them take over. All he had to do was shut his eyes, let them drown out his conscious thoughts, then everything would be okay.

He would be safe. And he was really starting to believe that too.

These experiments caused the negative energy of the Shards of Chaos to clash with the positive chaos energy in his system, and his powers to henceforth become unstable and hard to control, a downside on Doleon’s part. This instability soon became evident when he started to spark green bolts of energy all over his body when he felt any sort of strong emotion (ex. Rage, sadness, or if he’s just straight up flustered,) as well as his eyes and stripes glowing green to match.

Soon enough though, guess who arrived? None other than Tikal’s spirit. (I was…I was ten okay. This comes from back then. The idea of Tikal being able to KNOW Doleon and the other shard guardians due to them being alive a few thousand years after her time seemed cool at the time. And I’m keeping it.) Since she already knew Doleon and what he had done in the past, she knew he had no good intentions. While he was away from Terios, she went to him, alerting and telling him of what the shards really were, and what they could do to a person. After that, all the fear and paranoia Terios once had of the shards came right back, and he started to panic. Was he being corrupted right now? Was he ALREADY corrupted? He needed to escape. But how? There was no escape.

Luckily for Terios, Tikal’s spirit was able to transport him back to where he was created, the ARK (not without Doleon putting up a fight of course. He even managed to make Terios completely forget who Tikal was through the overwhelming amount of power he had over him with the hivemind.) Unluckily, however, at the time he was transported there, the whole ARK fiasco was going on, and Maria had already sent Shadow down to Earth and stuff. Now there were only G.U.N. soldiers, and they spotted him, calling him “the second project.” So he tries to run from them, but can’t, and they catch up to him. Soon enough, they lock him up in a facility, putting him into cryostasis.

AWAKENED ERA

(This one isn’t really that fleshed out yet, so here I’ll just describe the things that happened in a summarized sort of way.)

Terios has now been in the facility for, let's say 54 years? (4 years after SA2,) and guess who was the one to find him? None other than Doleon, who had broken in and planned to reawaken Terios to have his power on the side of the Black Arms.

Terios awoke very much confused, not remembering where he was, who he was, or who the hedgehog standing before him was. After Doleon reminded Terios of both their names, he explained that he was the one to “release him from the prison humans had kept him in.” for the past fifty years or so. He had also told Terios about his past, but twisted it to his own benefit, labeling someone named “Shadow” as a traitor to him, and an ally to the humans who tried to keep Terios in the facility. Saying he himself was working for the greater good, Doleon managed to manipulate Terios and get him on his side.

So Terios is now an ally to the Black Arms, and he’s ordered to go after Shadow and kill him (on a previous ask post I explained that Terios exists in an oc universe au, where Shadow was able to regain his memories through the help of the others.) He goes to fight him, but fails. Terios ends up meeting people like Rouge and Tails a bit afterwards. He meets Rouge on the streets while she's on one of her missions, and he REALLY doesn’t like her at first. They go around with each other for a bit though (Terios got sidetracked from his main goal and he didn’t even realize it. The power of Rouge was too much XD) and Terios’ opinion starts to change, forming a sort of small bond with her (and even finding himself weirdly flustered at times.)

After receiving a lecture from Doleon on how he shouldn’t socialize with allies of the enemy, Terios happens to run into Tails. (Lol lecture down the drain.) Tails is excessively curious about Terios. What’s his name? He LOOKS like Shadow…but he’s pretty different too…why is that? He’s never seen this guy before…are he and Shadow related somehow? Shadow’s never SAID anything about having any relatives. Why is his tail so long? Can he use it in battle? Does he have any powers? He could ask questions all day if it weren’t for Terios starting to look overwhelmed by them all. All the sudden, a fleet of Black Arms start raiding the area Tails and Terios are in, so Tails grabs Terios by the hand and tells him he knows a safe place. It's his lab. But eventually Terios says he needs to go, saying he has someone he needs to find. But he certainly won’t forget about that kid…he was actually pretty nice, for an enemy ally.

Come to think of it, Rouge wasn’t so bad either. Plus, he hadn’t seen either one of them working with any humans at all. And Shadow…it was more like he wanted to help Terios. He told him Doleon was up to nothing good. He said something about…going in the wrong direction before? Being misled? Then things start to click.

He starts to remember more accurate details about his past, and becomes angry with Doleon for manipulating him. Terios goes to Doleon and confronts him on the manner, only for Doleon to reveal his mental power over him, and cause him to forget everything all over again. Except this time, Terios kind of gets his free will taken away from him, being dragged into the hivemind and reduced to a silent obedient. But don’t worry! Somehow in a way I haven’t figured out yet, he gets his free will and those memories back, he and Shadow find out from Doleon himself about his involvement in both their creations, they go super together, and defeat the guy. (There's a crippling feeling of betrayal throughout all of this)

And after all that, Terios can finally learn to be himself with his new allies, which leads to the redemption era.

REDEMPTION ERA

This part of his story moreso revolves around Terios learning to break free from what had happened before, taking place not too long after the awakened era, and learn to better himself with the help of others. He also needs to learn some decent self care (whether it be simple things like taking better care of his fur, or more complex things like learning to accept help with his current mental state.)

At first, he’s still a bit paranoid about everything that happened. He’s worried Doleon could somehow come back at any moment, that the Black Arms could return along with him, that he would be forcibly dragged back in again, even after his life had only just started getting better. Luckily for him, though, now he has people that can actually help with these fears, and he eventually does decide to move on. It’s here that Terios’ current personality starts to form too. He doesn’t feel like he needs to hide or fake or lie about his emotions or thoughts anymore, and it honestly brings him a lot of relief. Then he feels comfortable enough to start meeting people, and interacts with more of the cast!

This is also the era where he meets Eclipse and the Dark Arms! And Terios wants to do a Steven Universe and help Eclipse the way all the others helped him. Terios just kinda randomly stumbled into him while he was out one day and got VERY much lost. Eclipse doesn't like him and his sappy “I can help you bc power of friendship!” attitude at first, but then he's able to sense Terios' connection to the hivemind. It feels a bit different than Shadow. So now he's pretty curious as to why and starts asking Terios questions. Eventually Eclipse kinda grows to like Terios, this hybrid is actually nice to him, for some reason. But then Shadow finds them. You can probably tell where that goes (It’s bad for a long while, but it eventually ends with Shadow, Eclipse and Terios all living together bc it’s my own little canon and I can do as I wish XD)

DOOM ERA

(This technically doesn’t count as his past, but it is most DEFINITELY lore. This part is still actually a WIP and has been for a long time, so there could be random updates or ideas on this era over time. I’m open to ideas BTW XD There are gaps in the story, plus it being somewhat jumbled and confusing as of now because of it being a WIP. But for now, I’ll badly summarize it so far)

Bad things keep happening in the dead of night, with some mysterious figure causing it all, one who has still failed to be caught on any sort of photo or recording. Only silhouette.

The silhouette figure noticeably wears a scarf, and is typically seen with a strange glowing gem, lately two at times. It is assumed the figure is trying to find more of these, based on their actions. And finally, despite it being a pure silhouette figure, there have been times where it was reported being seen with “three glowing red and yellow eyes”

G.U.N. is accusing either Shadow, Terios or Eclipse of being the silhouette after examining evidence. None of them have any memory of ever doing any of those things, and thus it couldn’t have been them. But humanity hates them now anyways. And thus we get ✨outlaws ✨

They know they need to leave immediately, but Rouge promises to give them the heads up on anything regarding the situation, as she still firmly believes in them. (Also I apologize if I make it seem like Omega is just non-existent, I can just never find the right places to mention him) She’s not the only one, though, Sonic and Tails are also alerted of this, and are perfectly willing to help out too. (Eclipse also reluctantly decides it would be best given the situation at hand for the Dark Arms to stay with the two for the time being, in case the worse comes to pass.)

Both Shadow and Eclipse start noticing changes going on with Terios. He’s tired all the time, pretty jumpy and shaky, and strangely impatient in a way unlike his own. But Eclipse individually swears he can somehow sense a strange presence in Terios’ mind through their mental link.

It couldn’t have been any of them, huh? WRONG. It was Terios, actually, and Eclipse is the one to find out after a little while of the three brothers being on the run, when he finally gets tired of being accused of crimes he didn’t commit, and sets off late in the night in hopes of finding the actual culprit.

Remember when I said the Shards of Chaos would be relevant later? Well this is later, when the negative energy is beginning to corrupt him the same way it corrupted Doleon. Only, Terios is having a different reaction, with the shards slowly starting to create a form of their own through Terios so they have a proper host (so yes it's basically possession but slower, more painful, and with magic gems with conscious thought.)

Terios starts apologizing and panicking like crazy once Eclipse somehow manages to snap him out of it. He never meant to do any of this, he didn’t WANT to do any of this. Something made him…there were too many voices screaming in his ear all at once to not listen. He couldn’t even remember getting here, nor waking up at all. Now he was worried about what Shadow or Rouge or anyone else would think of him if they knew…what did Eclipse think now? But Eclipse…he wants to help figure all this out. After all, its only fair, he says, after Terios helped him before.

Eventually, after a while of Terios and Eclipse trying to figure everything out with the form and the Shards of Chaos returning and all that, Terios decides he needs to come clean to Shadow and the others about it all. (They have to find a safe place to gather, probably Tails’ lab.) Terios starts apologizing and panicking again, but Rouge steps up first to assure him they can help find a way to stop it, giving him the comfort and confidence in the situation he needed.

The Shards of Chaos used their energy and connection to him to revive Doleon. And he’s after the shards, planning on gathering all seven again.

At some point later on the others all find Doleon again once he finally has the seven shards, and the shards can finally complete their full transformation of Terios and take full control of him. This is his Doom!Terios form (I need to talk about it more in depth eventually, but I think the concept of it is pretty clear. This form isn’t always active, nor are its effects, but it will always lie dormant within Terios after this.)

There's a fight and after that the shards decide they need to leave Terios for their own good, exiting him and scattering all over Mobius once more. Doleon immediately takes notice of this, and sets off once again to re-find them for himself before the others could even think of it. And once again Terios descends into paranoia about himself and his powers. Hooray!

Now his powers are even more out of control, so Espio is called in to get involved, being the one to train Terios to find a way to be able to control them and becoming a mentor to him in the process.

Tikal is also back, as a sort of moral guide to Terios to try and help him stay away and resist whatever corruption the Shards of Chaos are bringing upon him.

Even if Terios is being actively affected by them, he suggests to the others that they need to find the shards before Doleon can.

Soooo…if you were interested enough in my little scrimblo and made it all the way down here, congrats! And thank you! It's all pretty messy right now, probably not even halfway done with this part. I’m REALLY hoping Terios didn’t come off as OP or annoyingly typical or anything, because I can assure you that wasn’t my intention, I simply cannot write small sentences while describing things I like XD (Also, if things feel a bit too Terios centered it's mainly because this is a post just for him, so I talked about him the most. Not trying to steal the spotlight from any other characters.)

Regardless, I finally got his lore written down and I hope I was able to explain what I have in a way that makes sense. If I didn’t do that well at it though and it leads to any confusion, or just general curiosity, feel free to ask me about it, and I’ll be willing to answer.

(I love how my other Sonic oc’s are normal with no lore at all, they just kinda exist for fun, BUT TERIOS HAS ALL THIS TO GO THROUGH. Very fun.)

#sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fandom #sonic oc #sonic original character #sonic fan oc #sonic fancharacter #sonic fan character #terios the darkhog #terios lore #PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T LET THIS FLOP

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aastarions · 1 year

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hello its me a washed-out writer who forgot she wrote this in her notes app back in september til now so have this unfinished zhongli drabble

cw: smut (18+ only)

“The recipient of this coupon may ask the giver for a sensual full body massage.”

“Is that what you desire?” Zhongli’s very serious about it, “You have been taking on extra shifts at work, dear, perhaps I may ease the tension off of your muscles for you.”

“Would you prefer to be undressed?” He also asks.

Eventually ends up with you laid tummy down on your silk bedsheets entirely in the nude while Zhongli sits at your side and clears his throat, adjusting the tent rapidly growing in his pants but you don’t notice due to facing the other way.

He finds some of your scented lotion and pours a generous amount onto his golden palms, warming them up before he presses his thumbs into the juncture of your shoulder blades.

You gasp at the feeling, before it dissolves into a broken moan at the feeling of being unwound in such a pleasurable manner.

Keeps going, Zhongli trails further and further down until he’s at the swell of your ass.

He tentatively kneads at the soft flesh, taking your hum of content as approval for him to continue.

He doesn’t allow himself to stray inwards, rather passes over your soft, doughy behind as he shifts his attention to your thighs.

You can feel yourself growing wetter and wetter at his touch, aching for him to put those magical hands where you crave them the most. Just as you’re about to ask - no, beg for it, he makes a simple command.

“Turn for me, darling.”

You listen obediently, feeling slightly self conscious at the way your breasts slightly rest at the sides of your frame.

Glancing up at Zhongli’s complexion, you find that his cheeks are tinted in a deep pink flush, bottom lip slightly swollen from latching onto it with his teeth time and time again.

He starts with your sides, chuckling at your own giggles and protests about how, “that tickles!”

Though all laughter dies in your throat the moment the tips of his thumbs graze at the bottom swells of your breasts. His eyes flicker up to yours, almost as though he’s silently asking for permission to continue.

You don’t hesitate to nod, swallowing the lump that’s formed in your throat just as he cups both of your breasts with warm, long fingers.

He’s quick to squeeze at the malleable flesh, letting your cleavage spill between the cracks of his fingers so enticingly. You avert your gaze towards the ceiling in an attempt to gather some composure, but it’s not long until a hand leaves one of your breasts and latches onto your chin.

“Look at me, darling,” Zhongli hums lowly before releasing your complexion just as fast, letting his hand now wander your soft, velvety skin, “You’re absolutely exquisite, did you know that?”

You shake your head shyly, though your body curls shamelessly into his movements - back arching as two of his fingers pinch at one of your pebbled nipples.

“You are but a precious gem, a glimmering diamond among dust, my dear, for no one could ever compare to the beauty of you that my eyes behold.”

It’s at that moment that you feel his other hand reach the space between your thighs, tapping at your skin as though he’s silently asking for you to spread them.

There’s little hesitation in the way you spread yourself for him, allowing him an unobstructed view of your wet pussy.

Zhongli’s breath catches in his throat, stifling a hearty groan as your wetness catches on his fingers the moment he parts your puffy folds.

“I didn’t anticipate you would get so aroused from my ministrations to your worn out muscles…” Zhongli says in slight awe, letting his fingertips brush over your throbbing clit, “Perhaps you require another form of relaxation, my love?”

#the beginning is kinda choppy then it gets more into actual writing further into it lol #zhongli smut

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madrone33 · 3 months

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I finished re-reading Return to Del, and the whole lead up to the fight scene in the Place of Punishment is just like- the trauma? That Lief has from this place?? SOMEONE GIVE HIM A HUG RN PLZ!

He held out his arm, and Kree fluttered to him. At almost the same moment, through broken windows came the sound of loud, clanging bells. Lief’s stomach churned. He knew what that meant. He had heard the bells before.

The Place had been built when the Shadow Lord came. The sight of it, even from a distance, had chilled Lief from babyhood. For even tiny children were forced to witness the executions that took place there, and forbidden to turn their heads away. The Shadow Lord wanted all in Del to know the price of rebellion.

‘People of Del! Behold these traitors!’ Lief gripped his sword as the thin, penetrating voice echoed faintly down the stairwell. Fallow himself was standing on the Place, addressing the crowd. Usually, one of the Grey Guards conducted the executions. But this, of course, was a special occasion.

To one side was a huge metal pot of burning coals. Lief gritted his teeth. He knew its purpose only too well.

All were wounded. Zeean was swaying. Glock could barely stand. Fallow stabbed at them with a bony finger. ‘See them, people of Del?’ he shrieked. ‘See these strangers? See their ugly bodies? Their twisted, evil faces? Monsters! Invaders of Del! Double branding, and death!’ A sickening wave of dizziness seized Lief. He pressed his back against the wall, panting. His throat had tightened so that he could hardly breathe.

The Guards facing the crowd raised their slings threateningly. ‘Double branding and death!’ chanted the people. Lief gazed desperately over the sea of upturned, shouting faces. He saw no grins of glee or scowls of anger. The faces were absolutely blank- the faces of people beyond hope, beyond despair.

And then the next chapter, when he’s figured out the true placement of the gems and has the Belt in hand, and the cone things are lit and expose him to the people of Del but they stand with him. They refuse to expose him, they protect him with their silence because he is one of them, and they are his people and I’m crying, AHHH-

#deltora quest #lief of del #rambling #my posts #return to del

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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☆Bragging rights☆

The first time

It was a normal meeting amongst the three greats. Well, as normal as any meeting between the could be Levi and Belial shoving pictures into each other's faces or pulling up videos on their Hellphones.

"Ha! Your brat ain't got nothing on mine! Look at those muscles! Their gonna win the heavy weight title for the Hell wide tail wrestling tournament next season!" Belial cried out, shoving a poster in Levi's face.

Scoffing Levi pulled out a magazine. "Your child has no brains to speak of whatsoever. Mine, however, has made yet another scientific discovery. Just yesterday, they were interviewed on the shadow times!"

Both growled at each other before turning to scream. "SU-CHAN!! YOU PICK WHOSE IS BETTER??" The great lord Sullivan's shoulders started shaking. "Su-chan?" Levi asked.

A loud cackle escaped the slim demon. "I think he's finally cracked." Belial murmered. "Oh ho, I'm sorry you two, it's just..." wiping a tear from his eye, he smiled brightly at the pair. "I can't be your tie bracker any longer."

"Wha-" Sullivan turned to withdraw a large portrait from out of nowhere. "BEHOLD!!!! I have a precious child of my own to brag about!" He gleefully shouted as his comrades could only stare in shock.

There in the frame sat a small individual on a throne like chair drapped in the finest silks and a beautiful array of well placed fine gems and pearls decorated your neck and hair. Your eyes were half closed as you stared out at the artist in what seemed to be amusement from the hint of a smile dancing across your lips.

"WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT" Twin screams echoed throughout the tower as both tried to push each other out of the way to get a closer look. "Yes! Aren't they just adorable?!" Sullivan looked pleased if the blissful face he held was anything to go by.

"How did you get a kid???? You don't even have a wife!!!" Levi snapped. "They don't look a thing like you!" Belial accused, pointing a cracked finger at Sullivan. "Well, of course they do see they have my adorable charisma! And what does a wife have yo do with having a child?"

Both fell out of their chairs at this point. Unsure of what was happening at this point. Su-chan with a child? That didn't make any sense!

Nowadays

Both Levi and Belial thought they got one over on Sullivan today. Both had brought absolutely adorable pictures of their children when they were younger. Sullivan did agree that they were cute but....

Not as cute as you holding a baby Iruma and Jazz on your hips. (All due to a magic potion gone wrong) standing next to Balam, who had a tiny Clara trying to escape his arms and a small alice peaking out from behind his legs.

The two demons were blinded by the unholy cuteness bestowed upon them in this moment. "Isn't my family adorable? You know, you two should also get some more grandchildren if you want to keep up with me!"

Finally, Sullivan's ultimate victory against both of his colleges came! He excitedly skipped all the way home. More egar than ever to spend time with his cute and growing family. "Ojii-chan is home!" He called out happily.

Tiny squeals and rushing footsteps sounded as little Iruma rounded the corner, jumping into his grandpa's arms. You followed quickly behind while holding a very glittery little Clara. "She found glitter. I don't know how, but she found glitter." The chairdemon cooed and took several pictures of you both.

"Dali-san says they should be back to their normal age come morning." Sullivan wilted a little when he heard that. "But can't we ju-" "absolutely not regardless of how cute they are." Your firm tone leaving no room for arguments.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma suzuki #lord sullivan #balam shichirou #balam sensei #jazz andro #asmodeus alice #clara valac #levi #belial

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nectaric · 11 months

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happy birthday, zeus !! (may 24)

in honour of ten years of zeus birthdays (and 11 years of writing him), i wanted to do a little something to celebrate all my amazing roleplay partners and talk about how important y'all have been in either a) influencing my writing, b) influencing my portrayal, or c) being a reason i want to come here and write ten years later.

as many of you know (or are about to learn), zeus has been the actual love of my life for over a decade now. he was one of the first characters i ever roleplayed, and i have stuck with him pretty consistently this whole time. i could wax poetic forever about how much he means to me, and how important writing him has been in my life, but i'll spare you all a glimpse into my crazy. just know, zeus means the world to me. and if he has gone through growth in all the time we've worked together, then so have i. i was an extremely nerdy, extremely obsessive little teenager in her basement bedroom with big dreams and now i'm married, working the job i have always wanted, with a beautiful dog and big plans. it feels kinda crazy that i get to share so much of that with all of you.

and so many of you amazing people have been apart of that journey or have just joined and are giving me reasons to keep writing!

it wouldn't be right if i didn't start off with @ichoric. accepting me into your little roleplay group almost 11 years ago literally changed the trajectory of my life. you are literally one of my best friends in the entire world - we have seen each other grow through so much, have been there for each other through good shit and the bad. not only have you seriously influenced me as a writer through all of our shenanigans (drowning hazel, titans 2, scary ares, the time we sat next to each other on my couch and roleplayed the entire aphrares wedding for hours), but you have genuinely influenced me as a person. forget how much i love your portrayals, and the depth and creativity you pour into them, so much life and love and intensity that is a delight to behold - but so much of becoming who i am now has been with you at my side and i love you so much i'm lowkey crying as i type this. thank you for 10 + great years and i can't wait for more!

@kissofthemuses amber, i think getting to write zeus / hera with you permanently altered my brain chemistry. its crazy to think about just how long we've actually known each other -- but getting to see everything you get up to, all your cosplaying and adventures, has been a gift <3 not only do i feel like i have become a more mature individual thanks to being taken under your wing a little, but i also feel as though my zeus has fundamentally changed because of your portrayal and that's so powerful.

@pistolslinger nat maybe i'm just an emotional goober but you have always been such a beacon of light on my dash, long before you went off and became a crow. writing with you has always been so wonderful and enriching and i just know i can count on your for a laugh or heartbreak or general tomfoolery. never mind that you're so kind and open to everyone you seem to come across, but you're also really talented??? in so many ways???? i still think about our jason n zeus superhero au sometimes. incredible, thank you <3

@stygicniron talk about an og!!! hilary, we have been writing together for so long and every interaction is an absolute gem. you and i have been in the trenches of this fandom and somehow come out the other side relatively unscathed and i know part of that is how kind and wonderful and creative you are, but also because of how talented and solid your portrayal of nico is. i have seen few people have as good of a grasp on a character as you and its always an absolute joy to get to write anything with you. thank you for coming on this journey with me!!

@littleblackqrow khristle, you have been such a constant in my online life for years its genuinely difficult to remember a time before we followed each other and wrote together. the fact that i get to write with you despite fandom changes (because you have impeccable taste) is really so awesome and i've just really loved getting to write with you, talk with you ooc, and just experience being your rp partner for so long. between apollo, qrow, and grif, we've written so many heartwrenching and hilarious things, and i'm just super grateful you've been here !

@rheaeaseandflow marie i think you are one of the people i have been writing with the longest and don't think that goes unnoticed! your rhea is incredible and has honestly helped me to form so many important headcanons and opinions about my own characters that i think is so significant. you have always been this kind, warm, welcoming presence who i always look forward to writing with, and when i think about the "early days" of zeus i often think of you!

@singofus apis i literally cannot imagine this little corner of the rp world without you. i think greek myth and you are one of the first people who comes to mind. i remember when you and i both wrote significantly less muses on different blogs, but now we're here with our hoard, and our beautiful little headcanons we're still getting to develop, and its genuinely made my time here so much more enjoyable! you're so creative and thoughtful and you have seriously influenced so many of my portrayals i wouldn't even know where to start. here's to a lot more writing, and a lot more time well spent!

@asoulunbound krys!!! greek myth without you is like a pb&j without the pb. you occupy such an important space in this community and also just. in my world and i genuinely appreciate how much thought you put into your muses and the generosity you show to others. not to mention, the fact that you and i engage in very similar niche communities makes me feel so much more connected to you and i enjoy getting to write with you and see you on my dash so much !

@seekesotsibteadmist kyrian if there was an award for most supportive roleplayer ever it would be you. i feel so seen by you and you're so encouraging no matter what the circumstances are. i love getting to write with you (honestly, i could be better about it) because i can just feel the love and creativity you throw into S. i always enjoy getting an ask from you or seeing your ic posts and i am so grateful to have you in my little world, so thank you.

@seaprofound another day, another og !! gods sunny i feel like we have known each other for decades at this point - i think of this rpc, and i think about you and the constant beacon of sunshine (pun intended) you have always been. the absolute depth of your devotion to poseida is astounding and your love and care for the people around you is an example i think a lot of us could learn from. thank you for being so authentic and kind and creative and a part of my life for so long!!!

@stolenbythegods beth i know we don't write as much together these days but i will genuinely never forget you or ganymede or how much fun we have had writing together. you are so talented and sweet and i adore your ganymede with everything i have. your portrayal has altered the way i view not only zeus and gany's relationship, but also how i view zeus, and that's a really big achievement in my books. i miss you, and i'm so grateful for you!

@kallistcs unni aside from the level of sheer talent you possess and the care and detail you pour into your portrayals (which i appreciate so much my heart is FULL), you have also always been the one who swoops in and saves my day. i feel like i can always count on you to be the voice of reason to my emotionally driven, passionate rants about vague myth concepts with your frankly impressive knowledge of myth that i both admire and envy (fondly <3). i love having you around and i genuinely enjoy our threads so much i look forward to getting to write them every time i log on (even if i am Slow)

@saccharic MY SON !!! giuli. i'm not even going to talk about writing because you are talented and ily and i enjoy it but that's not what matters here. i remember when you were abt 14 and i have gotten the joy of watching you grow and become so so so successful and such a wonderful little lady and i could not be more of a proud dad. i feel like this is such a rare gift and i cherish it, i really do

this is a shoutout to others who have been a constant on my dash and who have contributed significantly to how much i enjoy being here. you're all wonderful, and talented, and i'm absolutely grateful to have you around <3

@appleyed @eriny3s @eileithyiia @anthcs @tragillary @ofprevioustimes @reastless @deadshe @luxcruor @thecs @withinycu

and to those of you who i haven't written with much yet, but who i genuinely look forward to writing more with! thank you for following me and letting me invade your space <3

@caeloservare @candlewick-corporation @aestasrosis @sunguns @hxntresses @unseenking @allbains @kuokuana @eiiskonigin @noirbeast

#posting this early because i have a busy day tomorrow and i'm worried i won't have time to finish it and post #save.#i just have a lot of feelings about this rpc and about roleplaying in general and #its been a long freaking time and i just want to celebrate all the wonderful people who have made my time here a treat

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