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wandashousewife · 3 months

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“Dear Child.” (Chapter Three)

Pairing — Wanda x Reader

Synopsis — Your father was notorious for going on failed tinder dates for years after your mother had left for her own reasons which she never told you. You never actually thought your father had a chance in the vast sea of relationships until you found out that one of his friends knew a European woman a couple years older than you who wanted to marry him. Strange.

Warnings — Failure dad, absent mother

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In the intervening weeks since that pivotal night, a remarkable transformation had unfolded within the confines of your household—a metamorphosis characterized by the gradual dissolution of barriers and the emergence of newfound camaraderie between you and Wanda. What had once been shrouded in uncertainty and apprehension now blossomed into a blossoming friendship, marked by shared moments of laughter, companionship, and mutual understanding.

The advent of movie nights and shopping excursions served as tangible evidence of the deepening bond that now flourished between you, each shared experience a testament to the enduring power of connection forged amidst the backdrop of unlikely circumstances. In Wanda, you found not just a stepmother, but a confidante—a kindred spirit with whom to share life's joys and sorrows, a beacon of support amidst the tumult of adolescence.

As the days stretched into weeks, the once-distant horizon of familiarity now beckoned with the promise of shared adventures and cherished memories, a testament to the transformative power of human connection to bridge the vast expanse that separates strangers and kindred spirits alike. In Wanda, you had found not just a best friend, but a cherished companion—a steadfast ally whose presence illuminated the path forward, guiding you through the labyrinth of life's uncertainties with unwavering grace and unspoken understanding.

The two of you had started to really open up with one another. You trusted Wanda with the little nuances of your life that you didn’t want to share with anyone else—your family, friends, other classmates; no one except her. It was as if she saw you, really saw you, in a way that felt so natural, but so intimate, like she could read your heart. You had started to think of Wanda not only as your best friend and stepmother, but also as your confidante.

As the rain pelted against the windowpanes with a rhythmic cadence, enveloping the world outside in a shroud of gray, the comforting aroma of dinner wafted through the air, drawing you irresistibly into the heart of the kitchen. Against the backdrop of inclement weather, Wanda moved with effortless grace amidst the array of pots and pans, her deft hands orchestrating a culinary symphony that promised warmth and nourishment in equal measure.

The tantalizing scent of simmering spices and savory delights enveloped you like a welcoming embrace, coaxing you closer to the source of this culinary magic. With each step, anticipation swelled within you, mingling with the soothing patter of raindrops against the window as you crossed the threshold into the heart of the bustling kitchen.

There, amidst the gentle glow of lamplight, Wanda greeted you with a warm smile, her eyes alight with the flickering dance of candle flames. In her presence, the dreariness of the rainy evening faded into insignificance, replaced by a sense of comfort and camaraderie that transcended the confines of mere companionship. As you settled into the comforting embrace of the kitchen, the promise of shared moments and cherished memories beckoned, a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness of the stormy night.

You and Wanda chatted for a bit about your respective day before Wanda went to the stove to stir and check on whatever she was cooking. Her back was turned towards you, giving you the excuse to look at her for a few seconds longer; to take in her form. It was always fascinating to watch how she carried herself. She had this air of grace and elegance that, even in casual clothes, made Wanda just… breathtaking, if you dare say.

You had been staring at her for a few good seconds—a few seconds too long, as it turns out—because before you knew it, Wanda had turned around to face you, a bright smile playing on her lips. She had noticed that you were staring at her and hadn’t been shy to call you out. “You looking at something?” “The air.”

She raises her eyebrow, clearly amused by your response. She knows you were staring at her and was testing you. “Really? I could’ve sworn you were staring at something else.”

“Nope!”

Wanda smiles slightly. “Uh-huh.” She leans back against the countertop. “You sure about that?” Her tone is playful, as if she’s teasing you. But the underlying meaning in her question is one of suspicion—after all, she had just caught you peeking.

You then lifted yourself on the countertop and sat down, your legs dangling from the strangely tall height.

Wanda couldn’t help but notice how your feet dangled from the countertop, how much closer you were physically to her. She wasn’t sure when, but you hadn’t sat this close to her before either. It made her feel a bit uneasy, but she pushed those thoughts away and tried to ignore her nervousness.

“So,” she starts, smiling at you, “anything on your mind tonight?”

“Not really, I might head to the mall with my friends later. Apparently there’s a sale.” You sighed, remembering how hyped your friends were to go to this stupid sale. You couldn’t care less that it was Black Friday.

She chuckles. “I don’t get the obsession with Black Friday deals when you can literally buy stuff cheaper online.” She shrugs. “But I guess the appeal might be that it’s the holiday season. Plus, it’s a great excuse to get out of the house and just be with friends.” She adds the last part with a slight glint in her eyes, obviously hinting at something.

“Hey, can I borrow your hoodie? It’s just going to be for the store and mine isn’t really dry yet…”

She smiles softly, and without hesitation, takes off her pink hoodie and hands it to you. It drapes perfectly over your body. You notice her staring at you again, taking in the sight of you in one of her hoodies. Her eyes seem to be locked onto your form, as if she were imagining something else. You notice this.

As you finish adjusting the garment, you notice a subtle shift in Wanda's demeanor—a fleeting moment of vulnerability that belies her usual confidence. With arms crossed over her chest and lips caught between her teeth, she exudes an air of uncertainty, her voice tinged with a softness that speaks volumes of the inner turmoil she seeks to conceal.

"It fits…" Her words hang in the air, suffused with a delicate balance of hope and trepidation. Beneath the surface, a palpable tension lingers—a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions that swirl between you, waiting to be acknowledged and embraced.

In that fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of the woman behind the facade—the layers of strength and vulnerability intertwined in a delicate dance of authenticity. As you meet her gaze, a silent understanding passes between you, bridging the gap that separates your respective worlds with the shared language of empathy and compassion.

“It does fit.” You smile, looking at her.

Her heart skips a beat as she stares at you, her eyes widening with sudden realization. Your eyes are fixed on her lips, and she can almost feel the intense scrutiny and the burning stare of your gaze. She fidgets nervously, taking a step away from you.

There's a brief, awkward moment of silence as the two of you exchange glances with one another. And then Wanda breaks the silence with a joke. “Does it really fit, though?”

“Girl, what are you talking about?” Your response makes Wanda blush. It was subtle, but nevertheless, you could tell she was caught off guard. Her cheeks turned a rosy pink and her eyes widened. A brief, awkward moment of silence ensued before Wanda spoke up, “Well, you're—you know—” She trails off, the smile disappearing from her face.

“I’m what?”

Wanda blushes even more and her voice is barely audible. “You’re beautiful, that's what I mean.” She clears her throat. “The sweatshirt covers you in a way that makes you look amazing. More so than me, I’d say.”

Her compliment seems genuine, almost as if she’s unaware of her own beauty. But as she’s talking, her gaze shifts away from you and down towards her hands, which she’s fidgeting with. There’s a brief flicker in the girlish sparkle of her eyes.

“Thanks, but I have to go now.” You softly laughed at her awkwardness, taking it as platonic compliments. “Dads about to come home from work and I am not going to hear his complaining.”

Her face falls slightly, but she forces a smile on her lips to conceal her sudden dismay. “Yeah. Have a good one.” She shrugs, glancing down as she watches you leave.

But despite your reassurance, she can’t shake the sense that there was something more. A hint of longing in your eyes. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

She watches your back as you walk out of the kitchen, biting her lip as she struggles to process her own feelings.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #my fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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lovetei · 9 months

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I have an AU and I enjoy sharing so. Gift, from a (semi-?) writer to writer I suppose

but Swapped Obey me Au

where the brothers and side characters are humans- here’s the dynamic simplification;

Humans (Solomon / MC) : Cryptids

Demons (The Brothers / Diavolo / Barbatos) - humans/humanoids

Angels (Luke / Simeon) - Monster hunters

Maybe a modernish Victorian era, with castles and monster stories and that fun stuff + technology. Prince Diavolo starts a school to hopefully make peace between the three tribes of being.

So Solomon the Land siren (maybe a Lamia/Naga?) and MC the Mutt sheep cryptid. Where invited to the human school,

I can go on for hours- but hope this helps with ideas! I’d love to hear ya take. I love the way you write Obey me so yeah!

I'm so sorry this took so long, I need to create a visual in my head first and it takes long to write an AU :')

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Swapped Alternate Universe

Swapped Universe: Introduction

Warnings:

Links: Masterlist

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You were just going around the forests beside fields, feeding on whatever there is

But all of a sudden

An entitled prince, randomly sent you a letter saying you're invited into this type of program

But it's suspicious

The incentives favors the participants way too much...

What could possibly be the catch?

ROLES: Cryptids

MC MCLN

TYPE: Cryptid (Mutt sheep)

It is rumored that the "Mutt-Sheep" cryptids are a cross between lambs and canines, and are known to be found in areas with dense forests. Some describe them as a cross between a sheep and a dog, with a thick sheep-like coat covering their body, large claws on their paws for digging in the forest floor, and a canine's nose and teeth for hunting small animals. However, the exact origin and nature of the Mutt-Sheep cryptids are still unknown and shrouded in mystery. Despite this, sightings of these creatures have been reported by people who claim to have seen them lurking in the forest.

SOLOMON

TYPE: Cryptid (Naga)

They are described as having a human upper body, often with arms and chest, and from the waist down, they have the tail and scales of a snake. The Naga are said to be intelligent and powerful beings, capable of controlling the elements of nature and using their powers to influence the world around them. Many people believe that the Naga possess magical abilities that they use to protect their territory and the creatures that live there.

ROLE: Humans

DIAVOLO

JOB: President of RLD

The Royal Lab of Diavolo (RLD) is a highly advanced underground research facility with top-notch equipment and state-of-the-art technology. The lab is focused on developing peace between different races, such as humans, humanoid, cryptids, and monster hunters. The primary goal of the lab is to find ways to bridge the gap between the different races, and to create an environment where all beings can live together in harmony. The lab is led by a team of highly skilled scientists and researchers who work tirelessly around the clock to advance their research and find solutions to the world's problems.

BARBATOS

JOB: Vice president of RLD

The vice president of the Royal Lab of Diavolo is responsible for overseeing the day-to-day operations of the lab, including the management of staff, the supervision of research projects, and the coordination of activities with external partners and stakeholders. The vice president also plays a key role in managing the lab's finances and ensuring that resources are being used effectively and efficiently. Additionally, they may be involved in developing and implementing strategic plans for the lab's long-term growth and success. Therefore, the vice president plays an important role in the lab's success and helps to ensure that its mission of promoting peace and unity among different beings is achieved.

LUCIFER

JOB: Chief Fiance Officer (CFO)

The Chief Financial Officer (CFO) is a high-level executive position that is responsible for overseeing the financial operations and strategy of an organization. He works for the government and is supporting the current king.

MAMMON

JOB: Actor

He is the most famous actor out there starring in every genre whether it may be romance, comedy, action or adventure. He also stars in his own TV show series that broke multiple records and nominated multiple times on award show as well as receiving hundreds of awards.

LEVIATHAN

JOB: Programmer and Developer

A famous IT that works for the government and helps maintain government systems and Technologies, being one of the most trusted and talented worker in this field he has access to everything that can be found online.

SATAN

JOB: Proffesor

The youngest and top proffesor of one of the best schools found in the world, being the charming and mysterious proffesor whose world seems to revolve around books and his well known addiction, cats.

ASMODEUS

JOB: Model

The jewel of the human world, modeling for every possible brands to exist. He's known for his unforgettable face and his unmatched charm that helped him rise to the top of the world of fashion.

BEELZEBUB

JOB: Chef

A world-class chef that cooks for the king, known for his unique skills and for his beautiful physique. A man that made multiple woman swoon because of his looks and cooking skills.

BELPHEGOR

JOB: Doctor

A mysterious Doctor who seems to enjoy cutting things up and inventing antidotes or medicines against viruses and diseases that does not have a cure yet. He seems to be passionate about his job but the reason why he entered this field is still unknown.

ROLE: Hunters

SIMEON

RANK: A

A Rank A monster hunter is one of the best, most skilled and experienced monster hunters out there. They have exceptional abilities and skill in fighting and defeating monsters, as well as an in-depth knowledge of different types of monsters and how to defeat them.

Rank A Monster hunters are highly skilled and experienced in the art of hunting monsters. They are sought after for their exceptional abilities and knowledge. Their skill and experience have earned them a reputation as some of the finest monster hunters in the world.

LUKE

RANK: C

A Rank C monster hunter is considered an entry-level monster hunter. They are relatively new to the field and are still developing their skills and gaining experience. While they may have some basic knowledge of monster hunting techniques, they lack the advanced abilities and knowledge of higher-ranked Hunters. Nonetheless, they can still be an asset to a team and can perform certain tasks with supervision and guidance.

Overall, Rank C monster hunters are still learning and gaining experience. They are not always ready to handle high-level or dangerous missions, and are often assigned tasks and roles under the supervision and guidance of

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cthulhusstepmom · 8 months

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It was really just Ghost's luck, this entire series of fucking calamities. First and foremost leave, which at this point he felt he had well enough in hand. At least he had until one John MacTavish had clambered into his life. Ghost had been perfectly content with coming and going, haunting his bare bones flat in Manchester when he was unwanted and unneeded on base. Sure he liked Kyle and Price well enough but living on top of each other crammed into shoe boxes did little for wanting to stick around unduly; besides Price taking leave was a rare occurrence and Gaz had a busy life off base that he slipped in and out of like an otter in a stream(good god if Ghost never heard about another rave or awkward morning after of Kyle Garrick plus however many guests it would be too soon). But he wanted to be with Soap, Johnny made the shitty bunks and the paper thin walls worth it. Made the constant running and gunning feel like more than just a macabre 9-5.

Made Ghost feel alive again.

This would be the first major leave since Last Almas, at least a month and a half of hard earned rest and relaxation in the comfort of their own beds. Ghost was dreading it. The nightmares were always worse in his flat, the pseudo domestic setting bringing forth memories of bloody puddles and broken crayons instead of the tried and true reruns of his own torture and burial. His therapist had told him to put more of himself into his flat, to try and make the place a safe haven even if it wasn't really a home. The problem with that was quite simple, there wasn't anything left of Simon Riley to give. At least there wasn't until Soap. Until the long buried human part of his brain was rudely shaken awake by a tirade of Scottish nonsense and good-natured touches. And now he was just supposed to leave and go back to the barren walls and sterile rooms of his little holding cell.

To make things even better in this home that wasn't home, the first thing he smelled upon crossing the threshold was an overwhelming odor of mildew and mold. Finding the source had been easy enough, sometime between now and last whenever the fuck he'd left last a pipe had burst and flooded the whole place; ruining the carpet and corrupting the few furnishings he had with dark black mold. His first call had been to building maintenance and they'd been quick to give him an estimate on just how long he had to stay the fuck out of the flat, at least a month funny that. The next call had been to Price, with no answer. Bastard was probably sipping expensive whiskey on the beach somewhere warm. Intellectually he knows that Gaz would offer him his spare room but he would rather not be subject to the conga line of mostly unclothed people Gaz apparently has traipsing through his condominium at any given hour. Which leaves him a single option.

Soap doesn't answer. Probably due in large part to the fact that Ghost doesn't call him.

Logically he knows that the Sergeant probably wouldn't turn him away, Johnny just isn't wired that way. But the element of surprise has served him well and in this fucked scenario going into the blind, Ghost will take all the cards he can shove up his sleeve.

It's not much to go off of, just the address he memorized from Johnny's file, but with the magic of modern technology he finds the little flat soon enough. The drive to Edinburgh is pleasant if long and the weather is mockingly mild. All setting the stage for another calamity as Ghost finds himself standing on the stoop of his Sergeant's flat (he ought to recognize by now that the universe forbids him from having a good day). He raps sharply on the wood of the door three times before he can convince himself that sleeping under a bridge is a better plan of action. It takes a minute or two before he hears anything, cursing himself for thinking that Johnny is even at home, before a muffled crash and wicked cursing within the flat signals that this is the right place and, for better or worse, Johnny's home. Ghost locks his knees and tries to figure out what to do with his hands as the cacophony grows closer.

"Sorry aboot tha, was wrapped up in tha studio- Ghost?"

Ghost opens his mouth to reply but the words fall right out of his head and onto the well loved welcome mat as his eyes take in his Sergeant. His hands are smeared with what his untrained eye assumes is paint, the flecks of color dance up his forearms and over the old t shirt he's wearing. His hair is loose and longer than it usually is, no sense in gelling it back on leave he supposed. But what really stops his mind from working is the thin band of black leather wrapped around Soap's neck, clasped with a shiny silver buckle.

A fucking collar.

Before Ghost can pull his thoughts together, he's being dragged by the front of his sweatshirt into the flat and pressed against the wall so the door can swing forcefully shut.

"Is everything ok? You in trouble?" Johnny asks, concern burning in his eyes.

"Pipe burst in my flat, thought I'd ask if I could surf your couch." He manages to choke out, eyes lingering on the way the leather hugs his subordinate's neck.

"Of course yeh can yeh numpty! Gave me a right fucking scare ya big bastard, showing up all silent on my doorstep. Coulda called, even sent a text eh Ghost. I was at the shops this morning, if I would've known you were coming I woulda shopped for two." Soap releases his hold on the fabric and allows Ghost room to leave the wall.

"Wear that shopping didya?" Is about the most coherent thing he can manage.

Soap looks at him confused before a hand travels up to his throat and a look of dread crosses his features.

"Oh shite."

A blazing red blush heats the tips of his Sergeant's ears, travelling down to his cheeks and collarbones as he runs a hand over his face.

"S'not what it looks like I promise, I don't even wear it oot most of the time." Most of the time? "It just reminds me of a throat mic; S' grounding, my shrink called it a sensory thing? I dinnae ken, but if it helps it helps y'ken-" the bubbling fountain of embarrassed explanation that flows from Soap's lips doesn't seem to be stopping any time soon.

Ghost reaches out a hand and pinches his bicep.

"-Ow, fuck was that for?"

"Johnny look at me, think I can judge how you dress on leave?" The skull print gaiter goes a lot further than any words to prove his point. Paired with sunglasses and a black baseball cap it's close enough to a mask to prevent a total mental breakdown.

Johnny looks over his visage with understanding eyes, nods gravely once and then turns towards the innards of the flat.

"Awright, let's get you set up! Loo is over there, it's a wee bit cramped so you can use my shower, here's the living room and ma bedroom is through there, that right there is the studio it was the second bedroom but it had the best lighting-" Ghost follows obediently, halfheartedly taking in bright decor that sings with Soap's frenetic energy.

How the fuck is he gonna survive Soap wearing that around the house?

#Headcanon: Soap wears a collar when he's alone because it grounds him #this little tidbit appeared magically in my drafts this morning cause midnight is the writer's hour #Ghost wont make fun of him for it(he'd bw a hypocrite) but when they get back he will joke about keeping a leash on him #still working on multichapter Fae!Soap extravaganza its gonna be swag #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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iibonniee · 7 months

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Mine, all Mine

Pairing: Lee Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: werewolf!wonho, mating, unprotected sex, creampie

Rating: R

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Hoseok knew you were always the one for him. Always the one to call his mate

Masterlist | Tags: @beautifulworldandmore @kyunnielove @iamkyunie @doveslittlekpoparchive @dessianna1

Hoseok, a distinctive character straddling the line between ordinary man and supernatural entity, had always known Y/N was the one. She was his essence, his soulmate. In the cosmos’ grand interplay during the mating season, supernatural beings and humans coexisted and mingled within blurred boundaries. However, the key distinctions brought a unique dynamism to their world.

In their most primal essence, wolves embodied raw energy and family bonding. Their unwavering sense of loyalty set them apart. On the other hand, vampires represented passionate yet restrained entities, meticulously threading the fine line between sensual charm and predator instinct. Witches, time-enduring sage women, were the bridges, weaving seamlessly between the human realm’s mundanity and the supernatural’s flamboyance. Their elevated senses gave them access to magic’s unseen, uncharted territories.

Humans added grounded reality to this mystical spectrum. Being ordinary amongst the extraordinary, they symbolize resilience and audacity. Their willingness to adapt is what makes them unique. Yet the roles fluctuate, and the ordinary can also embody the extraordinary.

Just as Hoseok, who straddled the realms of man and wolf, embodied extraordinary love for Y/N, time and again, it wasn’t the power that marked destiny but the profound sense of belonging that transcended the boundaries between different beings. After all, amid the chaos of wolves, vampires, witches, and humans, love proved to be the most transcendent power of all.

Hoseok and Y/N held on to their love in defiance of prevailing norms. Despite the forbidden nature of a werewolf-human bond, they found solace in stolen moments and secret rendezvous.

As Hoseok’s transformation drew near every full moon, he sought refuge in Y/N’s presence, her understanding quieting the storm within. Her love and acceptance provided him a sanctuary, a place where he was seen for more than his beastly phase but as a sentient being capable of profound love.

Y/N, for her part, while fearful at first, found courage in Hoseok’s oceans. His demonstrative loyalty, inherent in his wolf nature, was a testament to his genuine feelings for her. His eyes held promises of eternal devotion and a fierce need to protect her, instilling in her the courage to face the backlash of their unconventional love.

Contrasting their world with the vampires’ eternal seduction dance and witches’ harmonious coexistence, their love story, raw and unfiltered, echoed with defiance that questioned established societal constructs. While they might have been feared for their forbidden connection, their deeply emotional narrative began to draw some unexpected allies among their contemporaries.

In the backdrop of the seasonal rites of mating season, their love bloomed, resonating with a quiet strength that somehow found a way to survive amidst the chaos. Indeed, Hoseok and Y/N were mirror reflections of their world, marked by diversity and dynamism swaying to the rhythm of love’s power. Despite their circumstances, Hoseok and Y/N remained hopeful, choosing to face whatever obstacles lay ahead together.

As long as their hearts echoed the same rhythm, as the moon would bear witness to their love, they vowed to continue their dance. Their love, however forbidden, was a testament to the extraordinary, an emblem of resilience and audacity, and the epitome of a tale that dared to wield the special amidst the ordinary.

On one such night, with the moon casting long, weaving shadows around them, they found themselves in a secret retreat—a haven for their forbidden love. Hoseok’s amber eyes flitted to Y/N, his gaze heavy with desire.

“Do you trust me?” Hoseok’s low voice broke the silence, his demeanor remaining poised even as his wolfish instincts swelled inside him, itching to claim her.

“I would trust you with my life, Hoseok.” Y/N replied, her voice barely a whisper.

“Give yourself to me, love.” Hoseok coaxed her, his voice sultry and hypnotic. “I want to show you the depths of my desire, the extent of my love… Will you let me?”

Her heart pounded as she managed a small “yes,” surrendering to the raw desire reflected in his eyes. As Hoseok leaned in, his hot breath danced across her neck, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine. His husky whisper echoed in her ear, heavy with promise and desire: “Tonight belongs to us.”

“And will you trust me with your body?” His low voice rang with confident anticipation. Hoseok’s amber eyes darkened at her words, his desire practically radiating from him.

“Yes.” she whispered, causing a predatory grin to spread across Hoseok’s face.

His hands traced over her body, his fingers creating a map of desire as he undressed her. Each touch promised the pleasure to come, stirring a deep need within Y/N.

Slowly, he nestled himself between her neck, softly kissing her skin and leaving bruises, marking her as his. Her breath hitched as he pulled away and looked into her eyes, fire mirroring fire. “Tonight, Y/N,” he growled, “I mate with you. I claim you in the most primal way.”

“First,” he rumbled, withdrawing slightly to trace a thumb over her stomach. “We take the rest off.”

His palm ghosted over her clothed breasts before drifting down her hips, and Hoseok took his time unbuttoning her pants, revealing her aching cunt to him. His lips never left her skin, further inflaming the mounting need as his other hand untangled his own restraints, shedding their last inhibitions.

As the clothes puddled at their feet, the amber glow in his eyes intensified to an inferno as he took in the sight of her laid bare beneath him. With every breath she took, soft and needy, he reveled in the anticipation of the storm to come.

The first touch was a tease—a whisper of skin on skin—as Hoseok framed her body between his strong thighs, his hardened length grazing tantalizingly against her thigh. He wasn’t rushing them into it; instead, every brush of his finger on her skin promised what would unfold.

His fingers explored the folds of her, teasing out delicious little whimpers as he swirled over her clit, bringing her pleasure. He withdrew the moment he noticed how worked up she was getting, leaving her a panting, writhing mess under his commanding gaze. The sight of her, drenched in desire for him, was something he could feast on forever.

“Patience, Y/N…" he chastises gently, a smirk on his lips.

Then, aligning himself at her entrance, he looked deeply into her eyes. He was so close to breaking. So close to taking her and making her his. Hoseok growled, “Tonight, Y/N, I mate with you. I claim you in every way possible.”

Hoseok, aligning at her entrance, lured his gaze once again to meet with hers. Unspoken words were exchanged through the silence—a sacred symphony of raw want and untamed anticipation seeping into their connection.

With a growl that resounded and a sinfully deep baritone that sent shivers cascading down her spine, he voiced his primal intent, “You’re mine tonight, Y/N. I need you. I’m going to make you fucking mine.”

A moment stretched into eternity as he maintained the delicious, tightening suspense—a predatory dance—before the imminent chase. His cock, hard and throbbing, nudged teasingly against her slick folds, each brushing a scorching whisper of what was to come, setting aflame her deepest cravings.

Their world contracted until it was only them, woven together by the promise of the impending ecstasy. The air around them pulsed with overriding desire, skin on skin, and the irresistible pressure at her core was nothing compared to the erotic charge that vibrated between them.

Slowly, achingly, he pushed the tip inside her. The intrusion was just the hint of what was to come, a heady foretaste of the imminent coupling. The faint stretch was nothing compared to the tidal wave of pleasure already threatening to break, threatening to drown them in its intensity.

Her every gasp and whimper, each shake and clench beneath him, only fueled his untamed desire. Yet he held back, ruthlessly restraining his own raw urgency that screamed at him to plunge deep within her. Her body enveloped him inch by sinful inch.

His amber eyes never wavered from hers, capturing each flicker of pleasure, each gasping breath, and each ephemeral blink. These nuances painted a tempting picture of her journey towards pure bliss, fueling the embers of his own restraint to cinders.

Slowly, he moved. A test, a teasing motion as he heard her cries of want. Part of him was worried that he’d push her too far. His amber eyes shimmered, reflecting the intoxicating dance of lust and love, remaining latched onto her gaze while she drank in every subtle hint of pleasure that danced across her captivating features. Each gasping breath she took, each fleeting blink, became a symbol of her escalating ecstasy, fueling his restraint and teetering on the edge of obliteration.

He moved with measured, almost torturous, deliberation. Each subtle roll of his hips sent waves of tantalizing friction through their bodies. The act was a teasing initiation. Under his lingering gaze, he sought signs of discomfort, aiming to temper the raw sensuality of their situation with instinctual protectiveness. However, with every whine and whimper she bequeathed, he knew the pushing only enhanced her pleasure.

He watched her, relishing each minute tremor that clung to her lashes and the shaky trails of heated pants escaping her ruby-tinted lips. Her feast of reactions was a testament to his doing, setting aflame the embers of his need and chipping away at the last vestiges of his restraint.

Her legs wound tighter around his hips, urging him to break the thread of control he precariously hung onto. Her silent plea was heard loudly in his guilt-inducing consciousness, yet he refrained, fuelled by the intoxicating thrill of prolonging their inevitable climax.

The primal dance of their bodies continued; the rhythm was jagged and almost painfully slow, pushing them to the boundary of their restraint. Every whispered word of desire in her ear, every teasing brush against her sensitive peaks, stoked an overwhelming yearning within them. Their connection was a tempest, blistering and fervent, interlaced with an elemental passion that swirling amidst them. United in rhythm, their bodies gravitated toward a brink they hesitated to unmask, holding the moment captive in its incandescent suspense.

Feeling the vibrations against their feverish skin and the mounting tension, they inched on the edge, letting the searing waves of need wash over them, intertwining them in an intricate dance of want and restraint. It was a seductive struggle between the primal urge to surrender to carnal instincts and the intense desire to extend the sweet torture of anticipation.

He withdrew and thrusted in again, setting their senses ablaze in a swirl of tantalizing entropy, evoking sinful moans and painting delight across her blushed visage. Each plea that dripped from her parted lips echoed his name and their bodies.

“Hoseok,” She spoke with pleaded words, “Don’t treat me like a doll, please. I want you. I want you to ruin me.”

At her plea, Hoseok found himself skimming on the edge of his resolution. Her voiced confession ricocheted within his being, setting off a wildfire that threatened to consume his restraint. Hoseok growled lowly, the sound rumbling deep within his chest, echoing the carnal hunger that had taken control.

“Y/N,” his voice, laced with a sinful rasp, clung to the rhythm of their bodies moving against each other in slow, deliberate motions. “My love… you’re so sure?”

Her hesitation was a captured kite within him, dancing in the winds of his desire. His eyes bore into hers again, desperate to ascertain that she was ready to step into the whirlwind of carnal pleasure.

A firm nod from her, a breathless ‘Yes,’ was the only affirmation he needed. She was his, and he was hers. Completely.

“Hoseok,” she panted once again, her body writhing against his touch. Her plea echoed in the quiet room “I want you to ruin me.”

With a possessive growl, Hoseok snarled back, the primal need within him rising at her request. “Just as you wish,” he husked, each syllable dripping with raw desire. “I intend to make you feel every stroke, every caress, and every pulse of my need inside of you.”

His movements became bolder, more assertive, pushing deeper with each rhythmic thrust, eliciting pleas and gasps that tumbled from her lips as sacred whispers. Yet he was careful, ever so careful, refusing to rush their journey to the ecstasy he planned to impart.

He didn’t move inside her again until she was panting, the sheen of sweat making her skin glow against the moonlight filtering through the window. The room filled with the erotic symphony of her desires escaping through hitched breaths, beckoning him to explore the depths of the ecstasy he could deliver.

“Tell me,” Hoseok murmured, “who do you belong to?”

With each stroke of his hips, he drove his point home, a perfect syncopation of their heartbeats and his thrusts. She began to break, the once languid pace accelerating into a frenzy. But not yet; he had vowed to clarify his claim and let it last until their bodies could hold no more.

“Y/N, who do you fucking belong to?” Hoseok spoke through gritted teeth. He thrusts into her hard, his eyes dark and not leaving her own. His voice tightened with lustful sincerity; each syllable echoing her name was like a sin itself, evoking profound longing within her. The room was filled with hot tension, entangling their senses into a vortex of sinful craving.

Hoseok’s command was not a question but a raw declaration of dominance, mirroring the primal intensity burning within their gaze. Framed within the confines of the room, their silhouettes painted a raw, sensual painting—bodies sheened with sweat, blending into one another rhythmically as they danced on the brink of shared ecstasy.

“Answer me, Y/N.” His baritone fell around her like a veil of silk laced with lethal obsession. “Who owns you?” Each word is punctuated by thrusts so precisely, forming a deliciously sinful haze. His gaze held her captive, her body shimmering under his touch as she fought to form words amidst the overwhelming waves of desire.

A strangled moan escaped her lips as she finally managed to utter, “Only you, Hoseok. Only you.”

Satisfaction glittered in his darkened gaze before he lowered his lips to hers, swallowing her cry of pleasure in a scorching kiss. At her admission, his rhythm became more frenzied, hips snapping against hers with such ferocity that she could hardly keep up. The room vibrated with their uncontained moans, only their heavy breathing and pounding heartbeats forming a symphony of unrestrained desire.

But Hoseok was nothing if not a deviant. He slowed his movements, drawing out the pleasurable torment with a devilish smirk playing on his lips. His hands trailed her quivering body, tracing the burning path with caresses that felt both soothing and torture.

He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against her ear, whispering in a voice that dripped raw, primal desire. “That’s right, baby, only I can touch you like this. Only I can make you break beneath me.” The shared ecstasy became a compelling game, a sensual battle between want and restraint, each teasing touch stoking their yearning to the brink of madness. Their world revolved around each other, their senses attuned only to their bodies’ rhythm and shared breaths. They teetered on the edge, neither willing to be the first to succumb, their bond tangled in a delicate dance of dominance and surrender. “And when I cum inside you, everyone will know you’re mine. Nobody will want a filthy whore like you. I’m making you mine.”

Hoseok’s words were sin personified, wrapped in a sultry baritone that sent shivers down her spine. The raw sensuality he imbued in his declaration was a turn-on, fueling her desire to an indescribable high.

“That’s right,” he growled against the shell of her ear, hands gripping her waist, guiding their unhurried rhythm. Once again, his hips met hers in a blissfully torturous cadence. However torturous, it was a pleasure she was willing to endure under Hoseok’s skillful ministrations. “Every time I fill you up, you’ll know… only I can make you feel this way… You’re mine, Y/N. I’ll keep coming inside you until you have my pups.”

Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm, the intoxicating heat between them growing insurmountable. He was a master of this compelling game, effortlessly navigating the thin line between desire and restraint, between pleasure and pain, pushing them closer and closer to the brink.

His hold on her tightened. He was teetering on the edge, consumed by the reckless need to stake his claim. The pleasure was becoming unbearable, threatening to break him. Teasing her, he dipped a finger into her core again, the sensations alighting their bodies aflame.

“Hoseok, I—” a filthy moan cut off her plea as he pushed deeper within her, one last long, slow, and hard thrust that challenged every shred of control they’d been clinging onto.

“That’s right,” Hoseok breathed into her ear, voice raspy from the strain of holding back. “Tell everyone who you belong to when I make you cum. When I make you scream my name.”

With that, their control snapped, Hoseok thrusting into her one last time, a meandering journey of pleasure reaching its peak. His breath hitched as the climax washed over him, stroking into her with a finality that echoed a raw, primal growl. A hot wave of euphoria spread through them as he came inside her, marking her as his.

“Only… only you, Hoseok,” she whispered, her body quaking, breaths ragged against the overwhelming sensations that tidal waved through her, intensifying as his name fell from her lips. He rode out their pleasure, each pulse of his release sending them spiraling into a visceral realm of primal satisfaction.

Catching his breath, he pulled out and watched as his cum slowly spilled out from her. Hoseok let out a throaty groan, his head lulling to the side as he watched it spill out like a scene from his favorite movie.

“Fuck.” He spoke up, his fingers playing with her pussy, merely avoiding his cum that was spilling out and onto the messy sheets. “This will be my favorite view.”

#kvanity #monsta x imagines #monsta x x reader #monsta x fanfic #monsta x smut #wonho smut #wonho imagines #wonho imagine #wonho x reader #monsta x kinktober #kinktober

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Lore Concept: 'An Empire of Dreams and Illusions'

[faerie prince au!ateez]

Faeries

first faeries were created from the purest kernels of magic

physical appearance ranges from almost human-like features to having animalistic features like horns, tails, wings, scales, etc.

every faerie possesses at least a small affinity for healing magic, if nothing else

their power elements are usually nature-inclined but some tend to deviate towards the 'unnatural' elements

every faerie can sense at least someone with similar magic as themselves

some faeries possess an animal form, which differentiates from faeries who are shapeshifters and can wear any skin

all faeries possess better senses than humans- which includes heightened vision, hearing, and smell

a few faeries that share darkling blood may possess darkling characteristics as well- physical or magical

Darklings

first darklings were created from the darkest (but not evil) kernels of magic

physical appearance is just like faeries- what sets them apart is the darkness of their aura and magic

but dark does not mean evil- just like all darklings are not inherently evil, all faeries are not inherently 'good' as well

also possess healing magic

their power elements are usually the 'darker' aspects of nature, hence more dangerous than faeries but that's debatable as well

just like faeries have elemental magic, darklings also possess elemental magic but their difference is in their wielding techniques

most of them can shapeshift into animals

also possess heightened senses but they can sense danger better, and can sense the unnatural better than faeries

their wings usually resemble bat wings

High Healers

the elite class of healers who work for the royal courts and reside in the castles to serve their ruler

they are usually born with major healing magic which is why they choose to excel in this field

however, someone with another elemental magic but a good affinity for healing may also choose to direct their energy and power to become a healer

usually rely on their magic but also depend on natural remedies

make sure the course of nature is not changed as they heal

create the medical records for the library

some work solely for research and advancement in the field

when healing is their major focus, they can sense ailments and disorders

can 'unheal' as well but that's the dark side of their magic

The Panthers of Soca

ancient creatures, forgotten with time

helped in the creation of faeries and darklings, raised the first of them as well

strive for balance and harmony in nature to maintain the natural time flow

can travel between dimensions through portals

speak a language that is no longer understood by anyone but themselves (except the 'bridge')

shifted to Mirinae but in an alternate dimension, way before faeries ever shifted to that same planet

appearance is feline with yellow or green eyes that often glow, wings huge and either batlike or with feathers, pointy claws and tail. often possess scaly skin

their dimension is mostly smoke and ruins and they feed on the energy of the nature itself- they're immortal

if someone messes up with the flow of nature, it is their job to make things right and choose the best possible path for the future

Mirinae [Geography]

[parts of worldbuilding were inspired by Dreamcatcher's Deja Vu!]

As of the first book in this series, Mirinae dates to be only two decades old since fairies started inhabitating in it.

The planet Mirinae was made to look as much like planet Earth as possible, with its geography and land and seas and oceans, lakes and rivers, the plants and animals, the weather, etc.

The technology is mostly magic-fueled hence lack of pollution.

There are 4 continents- Aries, Scorpio, Leo-Gemini and CaLiSa. Fomalhault is considered more of an island than a continent.

There are 7 kingdoms named after the stars of the princes and the princess. The Kingdom of Aries is shared by Seonghwa and Yunho. The Kingdom of Gemini is split into two states- Castor and Alhena- for Yeosang and his twin.

There are 7 seas named after the birthstones of the princes and the princess (ex. diamond for seonghwa and yunho). The stones can be found reflecting in the sea.

There 2 rivers in Mirinae- one in the Kingdom of Scorpio called River Noor (meaning 'light') and the other flowing through the three kingdoms in CaLiSa called River Al Ard (meaning 'of earth').

There is only one desert which is in the Kingdom of Fire, stretching from Denebola to Algieba.

There are 3 mountain ranges- one in Bharani in Kingdom of Aries, one in the Kingdom of Scorpio stretching from Jabbah to Antares, and one situated where the three kingdoms in CaLiSa meet. Bharani hosts the highest mountain range.

There is one volcano range in a small island near Regulus in the Kingdom of Leo.

There are 2 suns in Mirinae- the purple sun often called the moon by the Princes and the orange sun. The orange sun resembles the sun from planet Earth and it shines during the day but dims during the night, letting the purple 'moon' take over and cast a purple but dark glow in the sky

The weather is controlled by a group of faeries in every kingdom specifically working to maintain a suitable climate for their kingdom.

Currently, the animals and birds inhabiting the planet were 'exported' or manufactured from the planet Earth.

Mirinae [Magic and Facts]

Apart from the major 9 elements of Dark, Light, Water, Space, Spirit, Earth, Fire, Air and Nature, there are a number of 'minor' elements and powers unique to their users.

Among them are shapeshifters who can shift into any skin, healers whose sole purpose is to heal through a variety of means, etc.

Reproduction/fertility rate is low for faeries compared to humans.

A daughter is rare. Identical twins even rarer. Fraternal even more. Fraternal with one son and daughter? Rarest.

The royals who hold power over one element hold a wide range of magical variety, some of which is left unexplored too.

Darklings are dark in nature but not necessarily evil, though they have no one but themselves to blame over their bad reputation.

Each of the castle built for the royals is unique to them in its decor and layout, reflecting the vibe of the owner and containing secret passages and rooms known only to the owner and their trusted few.

The system of monarchy currently runs the planet but rebel groups exist as well.

Much of the court system and laws are influenced from humans though some laws are unique to the faerie-kind. For example, necromancy is forbidden and punishable according to the gravity of the crime as judged by the courts created to deal with this nature of crime.

The currency is gold, silver and bronze coins and is universal.

All faeries are considered to be equal despite their age, gender or position. However, discrimination may occur at certain ocassions (turns out faeries aren't all that different than humans).

The favoured means of travels is through carriages or animals mixed with a little magic to increase efficiency.

Communication occurs the same- fire letters, water messages, telepathic signals.

Educational institutes are found in every city with studies focused on magic related subjects, history, running-the-kingdom politics, etc.

Again, most educational, religious and cultural aspects the faeries brought to this planet are the ones they once shared with humans since two decades ago, faeries, darklings and humans coexisted on planet Earth. But in the end, the faeries unite because for their existence, they have to depend on each other and function as one, putting aside any differences.

Naturally, the languages are human as well, depending on the faeries birthplace, but the faeries are able to understand a multitude of languages through magic.

Glossary

[the scenes that directly inspired the beginning of this lore- from Dreamcatcher's Deja Vu!]

Original Dimension - the time-space the story takes place, the 'real' time-flow

Alternate Dimension - a layer over the original dimension with different time-space properties

The 'Other' Dimension - The one Yeosang and the royals casually refer to when they address the dimension of Yeosang's domain, the one where souls come to before moving on or deciding to stay

Portal - a gateway to a different time-space, where one or both could vary

Anti-nature - the term ateez use to refer to Gaeul's magic that literally seems like anti-nature since it turns into ash and does worse than kill now, even burning souls and sucking life out of the living things

Anti-magic - another term ateez used bc they're confused lol

Black hole - a mass of energy created due to an event that does not flow in its original time-space flow occurs

'Glitch in the matrix' - an irregular occurence

'Water has memories' - a 'vague' concept of certain memories linking to the water bodies they occur in so they can be accessed by other water users

Yin-yang bloodline - the prestiged bloodline of Nature users, kept secret. They are able to access an element other than their original nature element, usually earth since it's the closest in its properties. Some can access even 2 more. The yin-yang users can connect with their soulmates to access their element as well.

Cold fire - perhaps an element of its own, resembling fire in its original plasmic state and ice in its colder temperatures. Can burn like fire but with its extreme cold temperatures. Can also manifest as ashes resembling snowflakes

#lore: an empire of dreams and illusions #fic: take me home #fic: horizon #ateez au #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez smut #worldbuilding #seonghwa x reader #choi san x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

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dokidokitsuna · 7 months

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Dream Alliance: Jambastion Rebirth

So yesterday I was archiving the text from all my DeviantArt posts about the DreamAll AU, and it was really fun to read through all that lore and story again. ^^ It’s unfortunate that I was working on it during my transition from DA to here; I feel like a LOT of info got lost in the confusion. But at least now I have it all in my own files to reference (or retell) later…especially if I ever get around to reviving/expanding on the AU like I’ve always wanted. There are a lot of unused scripts and ideas waiting for that day…

And since I was feeling inspired today, here’s one of ‘em. ^^ Since this was such a dark idea that I don’t really consider “canon” to the AU, I never really wrote it down or anything…but it made for such a good story that I held onto it in my heart~. Warning: LOOOOOOONG post ahead. ^^

So at the end of DreamAll’s story, Magolor and Division Six risk their lives and defeat Void Termina, yadda yadda…but once the world is finally safe from that threat, its next big question is: how can we make sure we’re safe from the teenage mad scientist with the god-killing mecha and bioengineered alien attack dogs…?

Basically, Magolor inadvertently made himself so powerful that the rest of the Dream Alliance and the world is kinda scared of him now. ^^; And as I showed in the final comic, Susie Haltmann takes it upon herself to investigate him and find out what his deal is…and in doing so, learns that he’s actually a Jambastion mage, and Hyness’ estranged son. And thus, the scheming begins~.

Mind you, Susie doesn’t really have anything against Magolor. It’s just that the pressure of essentially becoming president of the world, coupled with the revelation that Magolor is not only an eccentric genius, but also a dimension-bending dark mage that she doesn’t know how to control…it leads her to fall back on old (villainous…) habits and start to treat him like an obstacle, to be overcome by any means necessary.

And her first play would be to use the threat of Hyness’ execution to get Magolor to spill his guts: to tell the truth about his magic powers, explain in detail everything he did to create the Void Destroyer system, and get it all on the record so that he can’t lie about it anymore. Which I think Mago would agree to immediately-- he doesn’t want to see his father die (despite his literal crimes against humanity), and tbh he’d probably be kinda glad to have the weight of that deception off his shoulders. Unfortunately, he’s not worldly enough to understand that divulging all this information is the beginning of the end…

Next play: regulations. Now that the crisis is over, the Dream Alliance’s superweapons will naturally have to be decommissioned…including Magolor’s ‘angels’. Seeing as they’re technically not living things (as per Mago’s explanation) Susie would demand that he toe the line and put them down, or at least demonstrate that he’s willing and able to cut them off from his power on command.

And naturally, Magolor would think of this as going a bridge too far. Marx, Galacta, and Morpho might not have their own life force, but they’re still sentient beings who love and trust him as their creator. And if it’s a choice between betraying that trust and leaving the Dream Alliance entirely, he’s inclined to choose the latter.

And ^that is the decision Susie would be waiting for: proof that, when pushed, Magolor cannot be trusted to act in the ‘public interest’. And considering what he’s capable of, it’s now in the public interest for the Dream Alliance to find a way to contain him.

Of course, she doesn’t go after him right away-- she simply waits for him to come to her, thinking he can convince her that his angels are more than just weapons. When that fails, he resigns on the spot…unfortunately, he never actually gets the chance to leave.

Based on everything Magolor’s explained about the way his magic works…she decides her best bet is to cut off his hands, severing his connection to his vambraces and sending him into shock from blood loss all at once. Both serve to severely weaken all of his subconscious magic use, and his angels by extension-- Galacta collapses, and Morpho straight-up disintegrates. Marx is the only one able to remain conscious without his master’s direct influence, and immediately realizes that something is seriously wrong. His first instinct is to rush to find Magolor and slaughter anyone in his way…unfortunately, he discovers that he doesn’t have his flight powers anymore. Without his usual magic strength, he can hardly even move his prosthetic arms, and is easily captured when Magolor’s lab is raided.

Fortunately, Meta Knight is one of the arresting officers, and decides to take pity on Marx and “lose track of him”, letting him leave in the dead of night for parts unknown. He disappears for a couple years, skulking in the shadows, stealing food when no one’s looking, being miserable and missing all his friends.

But during all that time, he’s also preparing…he spends most of his days retraining his body to adjust to the much smaller amount of magic that he has access to, and trying to find information on the dissolution of Division Six and Magolor’s whereabouts…which proves to be pretty difficult. So eventually, when he finally gets a decent amount of fighting strength back, he decides to start his revenge plot by finding an ally: Magolor’s father, who’s still imprisoned where he’s always been.

Hyness has never met Marx before, but he remembers Magolor’s mentions of him. And besides, they both share a deep concern for Magolor and the willingness to do anything to save him. So Marx explains the situation and breaks him out, setting his plan in motion.

He realizes that Susie will have seen him through the security cameras, and will predict that he’s coming for Magolor. So he decides that his true next target will be Galacta Knight, and asks Hyness to use his powers to find and awaken him first.

After being forced to use his magic just to keep himself alive during his long imprisonment (which by this point, ended up approaching the decade mark) and having his hands removed as well, Hyness is also a lot weaker than he used to be. But he has experience on his side, and quickly adjusts by using the magic stored in his cape (basically, what I was foreshadowing back when I drew this). Together he and Marx make a fairly powerful team, forcing their way into the facility where GK is being stored, and setting him free to unleash his wrath.

^This is a decision Magolor would probably take issue with, if he were present to give his opinion on it-- he’d be against triggering GK into a psychotic break just to create a diversion, knowing all that death and destruction would weigh heavily on his conscience afterwards. But Marx, being in a desperate and angry place, doesn’t care, and figures potentially scarring his little brother is a small price to pay to get their family back together.

And while Galacta Knight is out acting as a weapon of mass destruction, Marx and Hyness manage to find and release Morpho Knight as well. Morpho has very nearly reverted back to the unresponsive energy blob that he was when Magolor first found him…but he’s at least conscious enough to follow his brothers around and help protect them occasionally. Marx leaves him with GK and follows Hyness to Magolor’s location, deep within Dream Alliance HQ.

How things go from there is a little more nebulous…I think it would probably start out as a stealth mission, which would take an unfortunately bloody turn before Magolor is finally found and revived. I think Morpho and Galacta would eventually catch up with them there and make things even bloodier. ^^; I think Susie would get into a big ‘tech vs. magic’ fight with Division Six that’s honestly been a long time coming. And I think Magolor, despite having just been awakened from a years-long medically-induced coma, would be forced to take point as the most powerful mage left in the group, and do something drastic just to put an end to the conflict and get everyone out of there.

The aftermath would be bittersweet, and a bit ironic-- essentially, Magolor would be forced to go back to living in a secret society cut off from the rest of the world. He’d be reunited with everyone he cares about, including the father he once thought he might never see again, but he’d still have to live with the fact that the world he risked his life to save ultimately rejected him…and after all the atrocities his family committed just to get him back, the world is probably now convinced that its fears were justified. The damage is done, and irreversible…after all the effort he put in to become a hero, his short-lived dream is already dead and gone. I honestly don’t know what he would want to do with his life after that…

…Anyway, if you made it all the way here, thanks for reading~

#Oddly enough Magolor’s ‘angels’ start to look more like demons when they’ve been abused and neglected #symbolism at work~#kirby #gijinka #au #dream alliance #marx #hyness #magolor #galacta knight #morpho knight

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Blog Post: Embracing the Abyss: My Journey into Anton LaVey's Satanism

Posted by Damien Harker | Date: 13 September, 2023

Greetings, fellow seekers of the shadows,

Recently, I embarked on a new journey into the realms of Satanism, specifically delving into the wisdom of Anton Szandor LaVey, the enigmatic founder of the Church of Satan. As a metalhead, horror enthusiast, and lover of all things dark and mysterious, it felt like a natural progression to explore this intriguing philosophy.

My initiation into the world of LaVeyan Satanism began with "The Satanic Bible," a collection of essays penned by the High Priest himself. What initially drew me in were not the sensationalized stereotypes that surround Satanism, but rather the intriguing blend of individualism, rational self-interest, and unconventional wisdom that LaVey presented.

Satanism: Beyond the Misconceptions

Before diving into the book, I had to confront the misconceptions and misconstrued notions often associated with Satanism. Contrary to popular belief, Satanism, as articulated by Anton LaVey, isn't about devil worship, black magic, or malevolent rituals. Instead, it's a philosophy that champions personal empowerment, critical thinking, and a rejection of societal norms that stifle individuality.

The Nine Satanic Statements

One of the key aspects that resonated with me in "The Satanic Bible" was the Nine Satanic Statements. These statements serve as foundational principles, challenging us to question dogma and embrace the idea that we are our own gods. It's about taking control of our destinies, acknowledging our desires, and unapologetically pursuing them.

The Satanic Rituals: A Unique Perspective

While exploring the rituals presented in the book, I found LaVey's approach to ritualistic magic to be refreshingly pragmatic. Rather than supernaturalism, his rituals are psychological tools designed to tap into the power of the mind and one's own will. This practical perspective aligns with my fascination for the mystical and the psychological, bridging the gap between the macabre and the cerebral.

Embracing the Darkness

In the world of Anton LaVey, Satan is not a literal deity but a symbol of individualism, rebellion, and the untamed aspects of human nature. It's a philosophy that encourages us to embrace our darkness and to acknowledge that we are creatures of both light and shadow. This, for me, is a profoundly liberating concept.

My journey into LaVeyan Satanism is just beginning, and I'm eager to delve deeper into its tenets, explore its symbolism, and engage with like-minded individuals who share my fascination with the dark and unconventional. I'm not here to convert anyone, but rather to share my own experiences and perspectives as I navigate this intriguing path.

So, fellow shadow-dwellers, stay tuned for more updates on my exploration of Satanism, the occult, and all things that dwell in the twilight realm. And remember, sometimes, the most profound revelations are found in the depths of darkness.

Hail Satan, and hail the pursuit of individuality and self-discovery!

Until next time,

Damien Harker 🤘🖤

#anton lavey #church of satan #esoteric #priest kink #dark art #666 #demonolatry #blasphemy #ave satanas #hail satan #laveyan satanism #satanic #satanic black mass #satanism #satanist #Itheist

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Further Servant details under the cut:

HEPHAESTION:

A woman lacking a True Name. A shadow of the Conqueror King, Iskandar. Rather than a true 'Pretender', her actual class is 'Faker'.

A retainer to the king, her existence was made to serve him from birth. While she bears the name 'Hephaestion', that of the loyal confidant to the Conquering King, that is not her True Name. In truth, she is a nameless magus made to stop any curses from falling upon Iskandar, and a devout follower of the god Dionysus. A magical duplicate that draws curses intended for others into herself.

She exists as a proud warrior, not shying away from battle and proudly standing before her opponents. Due to not having a strong basis for her Saint Graph in legend, she would theoretically be a weak Heroic Spirit, but due to her studies of Age of Gods magecraft, possessing Mystic Eyes, being a warrior of Iskandar's trampling army, and her sharing skills and traits with the King of Conquerors himself, she is far mightier than one would expect.

Due to this, she's able to quickly switch between a skillset that resembles that of a formidable Caster, and one that resembles that of a mighty Rider without issue.

MUSASHIBOU BENKEI:

Musashibou Benkei was a warrior monk and a master of weapons, and one that could stand guard at a bridge to hold back even the mightiest of warriors. In some texts, they believe that he was potentially an oni due to his great strength.

As a Pretender, he is thoroughly aware that he is not truly 'Benkei', but has the abilities of his namesake in order to fight and bring honor to the real thing.

A loyal Servant to the bitter end, he does not swath himself with lies for the sake of his own personal gain, but to serve as a stalwart beacon for others. He wishes to tell the tale of the great Minamoto-no-Yoshitsune and his companion Musashibou Benkei with all he has in his heart, so that their legends will continue to persist and flourish for as long as possible. Therefore, he fights with all he has, as to not sully the name Saitou Musashibou Benkei

A Pretender in order to make up for past mistakes, he considers himself a cowardly man who will never make up for what he has done, however his role as a Servant is but the start of his arduous path towards redemption.

LADY AVALON:

An impish soul that watches others progress on their journey with a smile, a beautiful Mage of Flowers, 'Lady Avalon'.

An unholy union between man and demon, the Servant calling herself 'Lady Avalon' is a succubus by birth, and can drain the magic from enemies while also holding terrifying control over the dreams of others. She relishes in her inhuman nature, noting that she's fundamentally different than humanity, but still lends a helping hand- she claims simply for her own amusement.

She possesses a strong resemblance to the great wizard Merlin, both in appearance and in her magecraft. If she was Merlin, then she'd be one of the most renowned mages in human history. She'd be a master of spellcraft, with immensely powerful Clairvoyance and possess the title of one of the greatest wizards of the British Isles. She'd even be a Servant that qualifies for the Grand Caster seat, noting her strength among magi throughout history.

You know, if she was. But Merlin is a Caster, and a man- and she's a Pretender, and a woman… so this Servant who is Merlin's true equal simply calls herself 'Lord Merlin's younger sister' without any further explanation.

FAIRY KING OBERON:

The Fairy King from William Shakespeare's 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'.

He possesses a lighthearted and affable nature, being able to quickly read the room and play to the hearts of others- the type of guy who knows the right thing to say at any given moment. He claims to not have much experience in combat, being more used to giving orders or having others fight for him and playing support, though he offers to try his best.

That is the 'Oberon' that presents himself as a Servant, the surface layer being a charming prince that cares for others and loves the world around him with his entire heart. He shows a great curiosity towards others and the stories that they tell, and despite his charisma, often finds himself struggling with money.

However, as he is a Pretender, his core is 'lies'. An abyss, leading to nowhere, roils at the center of his Saint Graph- though he keeps it hidden away with a blasé smile and a casual demeanor.

#summoning poll #team pretender

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hisui-dreamer · 9 months

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ode to the sentient soul

Pairing: (Platonic)Ortho Shroud x gn!reader

Synopsis: like a beacon of light, he was your dearest friend

Tags: drabble, fluff, slightly poetic, reader is besties with ortho, ortho appreciation post

Word count: 329

Notes: happy birthday ortho!! sorry i didn't write as much, but thank you for being such a lovely cinnamon roll that exudes optimism!!!

Masterlist

Your best friend is a technomantic humanoid with an appearance so intriguingly unique. You appreciate how he carries himself, with an aura of curiosity and optimism that's contagious. His presence on campus is a breath of fresh air, a friendly soul amidst your less-than-friendly peers.

Your best friend is a true observer, not just of objects, but of people's emotions and intricacies. His robotic parts and advanced programming gift him with a unique insight that astounds you. It's as if he's a living bridge between technology and humanity, merging the two in a harmonious dance that you find utterly fascinating.

Your best friend has an insatiable thirst for knowledge, a hunger to explore and learn that resonates deeply within you. His eagerness to help others shines like a guiding light, a trait that warms your heart and inspires you to do the same. His presence and perspectives remind you that kindness and compassion can be powerful forces in this world.

Your best friend's mind is a seamless fusion of technology and magic. With the vast expanse of the internet at his fingertips, he becomes a vessel of information, capable of learning anything at a moment's notice. The blend of scanners, medical equipment, and tools within him speaks to his versatility, reminding you that he's a friend who's always prepared.

Your best friend's devotion to his brother's well-being is a beacon of unwavering support and love. With a heart that brims with compassion, he constantly seeks ways to uplift Idia's spirits and draw him out of his seclusion. His genuine concern is evident in the lengths he goes to ensure his brother's happiness, a testament to the deep bond they share.

In every aspect of him, you find reasons for appreciation. From his inquisitive spirit to his helpful nature, his technological insights to his technological prowess, his sibling bond to his unwavering determination, he embodies qualities that inspire and uplift you.

Your best friend, is none other than Ortho Shroud.

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#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland ortho

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Andros

Here's a link to the source for each image: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

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(WIP)

Capital: Tides

Government of Andros: Dual-Monarchy

Demographics and Population

Population Size: Large

Population Distribution by Race:

Merfolk: (45-50%)

Fairies: (20-25%)

Elves: (10-15%)

Human: (10-15%)

Other: (5-10%)

History and Origins

In the realm of Andros, the two kingdoms, Terra and Mare, share a profound connection. Their bond traces back to a time long past, when a union between the Faefolk of Terra and Mare forged a single lineage that would shape the destiny of the realm.

The Royal Family of Terra, stemming from the fairy ancestry, preside over the sprawling landscapes and majestic cities of the surface kingdom. Endowed with wings of delicate beauty, an affinity for the natural elements, and a mastery of earthbound enchantments, they oversee the flourishing forests, meadows, and towering mountains of Terra.

The Royal Family of Mare, stemming from the merfolk ancestry, reign over the oceanic expanse of Andros. With their ethereal beauty, iridescent tails, and an innate understanding of the ocean's secrets, they hold court in the shimmering palaces beneath the waves. Their lineage boasts an intimate connection with Morphix, harnessing the elemental magic that pulses through the depths.

Though distinct in their heritage, the Royal Families of Mare and Terra are bound by blood, sharing the legacy of their common ancestors. Over the ages, this shared lineage has fostered a tradition of collaboration and mutual respect between the two kingdoms, symbolizing the inherent balance between land and sea.

Kingdom of Terra

The Kingdom of Terra represents the land regions of Andros. The fertile earth yields bountiful harvests, making agriculture one of the epicenters of this realm. Vast fields of vibrant crops stretch across rolling hills and verdant valleys, a testament to the kingdom's thriving agricultural industry. Visitors are greeted with open arms, embraced by a sense of warm hospitality that permeates the tropical air.

Amidst the picturesque scenery, a lively energy permeates every corner. Terra pulses with the rhythm of festivals, the melodies of music, and the infectious spirit of dance. The people of Terra are often fluent in a multitude of languages. They effortlessly weave a cultural tapestry that celebrates diversity. They come together in joyful gatherings, sharing their traditions through cultural exchanges.

Tourism thrives amidst this blend of natural beauty and cultural richness. Visitors are drawn to the kingdom's idyllic beaches, verdant jungles, and cascading waterfalls, finding solace in the laid-back atmosphere. Adventure seekers and relaxation enthusiasts alike find their haven in Terra's tropical paradise, where every experience is colored by the kingdom's zest for life and celebration. The air is filled with the aroma of unique spices and flavors, as Terra's cuisine, a fusion of diverse influences, delights the senses and leaves an impression on every traveler's palate.

Kingdom of Mare

Intertidal Zone

Here, where the sea kisses the land, the Halflings find their home. Halflings move effortlessly between the surface and the depths. Their communities, nestled in hidden coves and near coastal cliffs, serve as a bridge between the kingdoms of Terra and Mare. Halflings, being adept at traversing both realms, act as intermediaries, facilitating trade, cultural exchange, and cooperation between the two kingdoms.

Photic Zone

As sunlight pierces the surface waters, it bathes the photic zone in a mesmerizing glow. This well-lit region supports an abundance of marine life. Here, the cities of Mare flourish, their structures crafted from luminescent materials that harness the sunlight filtering through the waves. The merfolk inhabitants, with their affinity for illumination, enhance this zone with enchantments that create breathtaking displays of bioluminescence, turning the ocean depths into a living tapestry of color and light.

Aphotic Zone

In the dark and mysterious depths of the aphotic zone, Merfolk with unique adaptations thrive, attuned to the energies of Morphix. Their bioluminescent features, whether glowing orbs or intricate patterns that shimmer like ancient runes, attune them to the lifeforce, allowing them to draw sustenance and power from its essence. The cities of the Aphotic Zone exist as captivating marvels beneath the shroud of darkness. The cityscape shimmers with a mosaic of colors, vibrant and ever-changing, as Merfolk artisans infuse their creations with Morphix. The architecture within these cities is a testament to the mastery of bioluminescent craftsmanship.

Infinite Ocean

The Infinite Ocean is an endless expanse that transcends the boundaries of realms. The Infinite Ocean stands as a testament to the unifying force of water, an eternal realm that unites the disparate seas of Andros into a harmonious, interconnected whole.

The Labyrinth of the Abysses

A complex labyrinthine system spread across the abyssal depths, shrouded in an aura of ancient pathways. It constantly shifts, creating a maze where paths change. The Labyrinth serves as a threshold to the heart of the abyss, guiding seekers toward the source of Morphix. Explorers and seekers often traverse this labyrinth, facing trials and tests of wisdom.

The Deep Blue - Heart of the Abysses

The Deep Blue represents the epicenter where Morphix emanates, radiating a mesmerizing blue luminescence that illuminates the darkest depths. Revered as a sacred sanctuary by merfolk and creatures of the abyss, embodying the ocean's life force and primal energy. Various merfolk societies hold rituals or ceremonies, offering reverence and seeking blessings for their communities.

Morphix

Morphix, a luminescent and multifaceted energy, is the lifeblood of the infinite ocean, replacing conventional needs such as sunlight or fire, granting vitality, sustenance, and life to oceanic flora, fauna, and ecosystems. Its essence adapts to diverse oceanic environments, catering to the needs of creatures dwelling across varying depths and regions.

It emanates from sacred locations such as the Deep Blue at the heart of the abyssal depths, generating life, fostering growth, and offering spiritual sustenance to the ocean's inhabitants. It powers the ocean gates, serving as a cosmic key that enables safe passage and interconnectivity between different underwater realms.

Morphix is highly revered, enshrined in lore and cultural practices, and embodies unity and interconnectedness among diverse underwater communities. Its purity and uninterrupted flow are guarded by custodians and gatekeepers who ensure its sanctity, protecting against disruptions, and maintaining its integrity for the stability of the ocean gates and vitality of the oceanic realms.

Mood Board Notes

I decided to try adding a mood board last minute to this post, so forgive me if it isn't the best. I've created mood boards a couple years ago when I first started my rewrite, but I'm not sure if I feel conformable sharing them as they are. I don't fully get the ethics/legality of mood boards using copyrighted materials, so I just wanted to play it safe with some images I found from a free to use image website.

I'm thinking of possibly creating a collage instead for the character mood boards I currently have. I think those are more transformative? If anyone has some insight on this I'd appreciate any info and advice you have. I'd also like to know if this is even something anyone would be interested in seeing before I put all this effort into figuring out how to add some visuals. @_@

Andros Notes

I've always envisioned Andros, especially Terra, to be like a mixture of the Caribbean and Polynesia across it's various cities if it were to be real. This is only my first draft, so I'll most likely be adding more information in the future to what I see fit.

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Roddacember Day 5: Magic

Something I like about the magic of Deltora's universe, something that not every fantasy media tries or manages to pull off, is how it's less a scientifically defined thing and more, almost, cultural.

Something like Dungeons and Dragons has spells that aren't just strictly defined, but universal. I can turn bat guano into a fireball by exploiting the laws of fictional physics, and someone across the continent can do the same thing if they learn how.

Other works will have something a little closer, where you have to be one of the people born with special blood. Magic is just something that happens sometimes, and if you're not either a random monster that innately uses it or one of the setting's wizards, you're out of luck.

What Rodda does, though, hits on an aspect of magic that I think is a better use for it than as setting dressing or a plot lubricant: the wonder.

Magic, as a piece of human imagining, is the natural consequence of a world where we have to work very hard to do things. "What if," says the archetypal everyman, "these dishes leapt into the sink and washed themselves, and I could stop using my precious god-formed fingers for things other than reaching for bonbons?"

The natural progression from there is... what if I could do things that I can't do now with any amount of effort? What if I could wipe away sickness with the touch of my hand? What if I could call upon the untameable forces of the natural world?

We all know, in the modern day, that the world is cold and made of smaller building blocks than we can comprehend. Disease is not made of elemental evil, but a multitude of complex problems of human homeostasis that our words and understanding can only capture the very surface of.

Of course, we still tell stories of magic potions that can cure any ailment. This is what magic has always been all about. It bridges the gap between the things that humans find meaning in, and the things that matter to the mechanical universe. A world with magic can have these categories be one and the same.

The way that magic works in Deltora reflects this principle. Magic comes from the land itself, and seems to be invested in rare lineages that have strong ties to it - the dragons and the royal Del line, the Torans, the Maris, the Fellans, the sorceress Tamm and the mud of Tier, all (that we know much about) carry magic because their ancestors found meaning and power in the land. And all of their powers are different, and - for the most powerful, still-united groups - used to maintain the connection with the land, and meet the needs of the people.

There is a spring in the Emerald Territory woods that checks whether it likes your inner motivations, and if it doesn't, kills you dead (via dendrification). There is another spring on another continent, this one definitely untouched by human hands until its discovery, that instantly heals wounds both internal and external, and apparently can restore blood to your body, specifically to allow the local yakbeasts to complete their migration and maintain a healthy ecosystem. We have 8 separate known instances of tribes finding - being gifted - extremely powerful magic stones that allow them to unify and defend their people. These are completely nonliving places - that clearly have motivations like people.

In Deltora's universe, in the eternal dialogue between people and the world, the world is actually talking back.

#roddacember 2023 #roddacember #deltora quest #magic

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Of the Forest

[fem!oc x male!faun]

(This is meant to kick off a series of terato based writings that feature my redguard oc, Nemona, coming across several of the creatures and entities that can be found throughout the expanse of Elder Scroll's Tamriel.)

Summary:

She'd always wanted to visit the rolling meadows and lush forests of High Isle even as a young girl. Now as a woman, she finally gets the chance to see it, and the entire world and all of its natural splendor as she furthers her mother's research. But nothing that her parents taught her prepared her for the things she would find out in Tamriel's wilderness. (In which a faun manages to come across a lone human woman in his native forest and allows his curiosity to get the best of him.)

(somno, oral, terato, unprotected, smut)

Against her better sense, she elected to ignore intuition.

She'd known the feeling for what it was, a suspicious inclination that she was being watched. Her sense told her that she'd been alone. That hardly anyone walks so far out into the forest save for the lone hunter, and even then most of the locals that called this rural swathe of the country home avoided the untamed wilds. They felt that it was best left to the spirits and animals that held dominion over it. She'd been an oddity. A strange tourist hoping to poke her nose into places not suited for any human, let alone her. In the eyes of those few who had enough inclination to ask her about her journey watched her with knowing, yet sympathetic eyes.

Like they'd known what the forest had in store for her.

She'd felt the eyes before she could give words to the feeling itself. Felt some extra sense responding to every shift in the nearby underbrush. Or a silence that seemed to stretch on for too long, as if even the birds held their breath. She wrote it off as simple nerves at first. She was far from home for the first time in her life, hoping to further her mother's research into magical ecological survey. She had a single minded goal and she couldn't let paranoia so easily chase her away from it. Not when she'd come so far.

She'd always been one to listen to gut instinct, stubborn in all endeavors unless her intuition guided her otherwise. This marked the first time she didn't listen, opting to follow her mind rather than the nameless feeling within her that yelled for her to pay attention and go. She threw herself into her work instead, running her series of tests on her sought after nirnroot that has acted as a magical conduit and sponge throughout the duration of its life. She hoped to discern what sort of specific magical properties it's native ecosystem might have imbued it with. Progress went soundly enough, and time flew by since finding the elusive plant. Before she knew it, evening fell.

She enjoyed the mild air of the bridging gap between summer and autumn, cool and comfortable the moment the sun dipped below the horizon. Of course, she'd find herself drifting off as she waits for the alchemical test results, her body tired from the long day of hiking along streams and riverbeds in her search. She'd only laid her head down for a quick rest of the eyes, prone and curled about herself on the woven blanket she set out as a perfect work area just before her tent. The glade she took camp in had been serene and peaceful enough that sleep found her easily.

She'd been gifted with a sweet dream. Something warm and unusual for her, granted that she'd always been one for long, dreamless bouts of sleep. She'd always been a heavy sleeper, something her mother worried over her for when she decided to set out on her own. She feared for her only girl, who sought to travel countryside and wildernesses far removed from civilization where any manner of strange beast could happen upon her in the night. But Nemona worried little over it, opting to never let fear bar her from freedom.

But this time, she dreamt.

A strange dream, where butterfly touches kissed her bare arms and left goosebumps in their wake. Where the hot puff of breath painted her shoulders in warmth and tickled her neck. A slick hot organ of a tongue gingerly licked at the joining of her neck and collarbone, and she didn't find it a disgusting feeling in the slightest. Surprisingly, it was pleasant enough that it left her insides curling in on themselves like a flower refusing to bloom. Is that what it was like to be licked? To be kissed?

Hungry tastes of her flesh. She often wore low, breathable cuts in her dresses because she moved about too much for anything more restrictive. It left her bosom more exposed, her chest and collar bare to the elements and open to the hot and hungry laves against her flesh. Something in between her hips responds in force to it, her chest nearly following the sensation with each pass.

But the mouth traveled lower, ghosting over her clothed breasts. Pressure followed, as if a gentle kiss was being planted just over the space of her nipple. The hands find their way there next, deft fingers lightly brushing over the stiff fabric that separated her from the world. She wore little in the way of wrappings, the garment stiff enough to hold her shape and keep the finer details from the outside world. But here, she wished it was thinner. Wished she could feel just more under those fingers.

The fingers travel elsewhere, up and down the length of her arms as of the feel of her bare skin is a novelty on its own. Over her hips and thighs. Under the hem of her dress, struggling to find purchase under her layering. But they manage, finding her bare thighs and marveling at the heat between them.

With her dress pulled back, the night air swaddled her in its coolness, but there was still warmth between her thighs, the heat of a breath at the space between her hips as she felt the certainty of a nose pressed to closely to her flesh that she was certain she was being scented. She almost has the wherewithal to feel shame, but the needling want rooted just behind her hips distracted her from it. She was pushing into the touch instead, hips searching for just more pressure. Relief.

And she got it, if only incrementally. The tongue lapped at her clothed sex, hot and wet even through the thin cotton of her undergarments and teasing at her flesh. Once. Twice. Searching for her taste with a persistence that brings them back each time with renewed gusto that eventually prompted for the death of restraint. The thin strip of her underclothes are peeled to the side and she was gifted with such a firm, heated lick that it left her squirming.

Again and again, licking deeply between the lips of her flower as if she'd been coated in nectar. Wanting and hot. Fiercely enough that it pulled a whine from her. Only then did the tempo falter, as if her voice startled her lover. But she needed more. She'd never had something so sweet before, untouched as she was.

She reached down, her hips searching for him again. Her fingers found their home upon his mop of hair, threading through…

A furry texture. Short hair, but soft. Her hands go further and find something hard sprouting just from atop the head, like bone. Like horns. Splitting and curling like fine branchwork.

Like antlers on a stag.

Her eyes opened, some sinking feeling finally snatching her from her sleep addled daze and prompting her to look. Look she did, craning her neck to find the very real mass just between her legs, frozen like a statue. Like ice, watching her with the same sort of startled stupor as she did him.

Him. He. A person, but not.

No, this was neither man nor mer between her legs. Nothing she'd known or even heard of from her parents. Never in their tales of travel across the whole of Tamriel had they ever mentioned a race of man crossed with deer.

From his head stood a proud, branching set of antlers, beautiful and horrible at once with the way they end in delicate points she knew could gore with enough force behind them. His ears stood still, long and cervine in nature. He was dark furred, but the color she could not see through the dim, moonlit darkness. But she saw a little of his eyes, wide and dare she'd say- spooked by her sudden wakefulness. As if he'd never intended to wake her. As if he'd been trying for gentleness as he enjoyed her body in her sleep.

She was without reaction for long, arcing moments. If he wished to meet her with aggression, she'd be hopeless either way with the way she seemed to lock up like startled prey. She finally kicked herself, pushing herself up abruptly onto her hands and he reacted as if burned, moving away from her and leaving a yawning, cold and gaping berth between them.

He was horrible yet beautiful at once. Unnatural to her eyes, but of nature. His long, cervid face held a grace to it despite being trapped between man and stag. And she couldn't say he bore the gaze of a beast, with the way his eyes seemed to swim with fear. He knelt crouched just away from her, body tensed like a coil as if he prepared to bolt. His body bore the physique of a slender and lean male, almost mer-like in height and grace. His musculature bore an elegance, finely woven and tempered. Strong, hooved legs and long, slim arms. Clawed hands and a slender middle.

#writing #smut #the elder scrolls #tes #faun #terato #monster x female #monster fucker #tw monsterfucking #somno

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Footsteps to Follow: Part 4

The Dangers of Fate

Series Summary: The loss of a loved one lasts forever and every person finds different ways to heal.

Pairing: Alice York x Foodtruck owner! Joel Miller

Warnings: MATURE. Descriptions of violence and intent to commit violence. TW due to some talk of human trafficking and rape (nothing described, just implications of a bad guy involved in organized crime might be doing). Hints of romance and fluff. ANGST. If you are UNDER 18, please DNI. MDNI!!! AU, Foodtruck Owner Joel! No outbreak.

Word Count: ~3.5K

A/N: I'm glad that my writer's block more or less fixed itself for the time being. I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I think we are finally getting somewhere. Things are starting to move! 💜💜💜

To my magical sluts: Thank you for helping through my neurotic feelings if inadequecy regarding my writing @imalrightllama @magpiepillsjunior @youandmeand5bucks @pink-whiskey-woman @redhotkitchen @legendary-pink-dot @sparklefarts38 @arcanefox207

Taglist, thank you so much for reading my work: @drewharrisonwriter, @casa-boiardi @nerdieforpedro @secretelephanttattoo

Alice sat with her legs tightly crossed one over the other on a quaint, earthy green bench situated in the middle of a garden. The aroma of the coffee in her hand paired with the ocean breeze wafting through the arched breezeway sent an invigorating energy through her body. Another country, another job. She took a sip of her coffee, surrendering to the warmth it spread from her lips to her chest, and stomach. The vibrant color and smoky sweet scent of lavender plants filling the air were beguiling to the senses. There wasn’t anything quite like it at home.

They were countless, the times she wished her next destination would be to a place of her choosing, at a time she found convenient, during a time she desired. But for the first time, she longed for the feeling of returning home. With another deep breath of her coffee, it was like she was back again, sharing one with a middle-aged man from Texas with patchy facial hair, a man more handsome than he had any right to be.

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“I’m sorry our first date had to be over shitty hospital coffee,” Joel had apologized.

“Is that what this is?” she asked, treading carefully along the bridge between disinterest and full-on crush.

Joel’s hands wiggled as he raised his brows towards her and twitched his mouth at the quip. The way faint lines on his forehead revealed themselves and the line that appeared on his bottom lip as he puckered them in thought sent a light flutter inside Alice’s stomach. She squeezed her eyes tightly, blowing out a nervous breath.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, scrunching her face in consternation, “I’m so not good at this.”

“Now, I don’t know ‘bout that,” Joel responded, as he stretched out his feet under the table, the toe of his boots just inches from her sneakers, “I think you’re doin’ alright.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’ve got a few years on ya, Alice,” Joel replied in a self-deprecating tone. “So, tell me, how’d ya fall into nursin’?”

The answer was easy, but the guilt that accompanied it was equally apparent.

“Helping people, trying to anyway, seemed like,” she paused for a moment to think, “the appropriate choice. I kind of rebelled, pretty terribly as I got older and probably hurt a lot of people in the process.”

“Well, I’m not ‘bout to judge people by their past,” Joel shared.

“Human nature, huh?” Alice commented. “We’re all a little bit broken.”

“Like an egg,” Joel countered, his posture straightening and his eyes lighting up.

“What?” Alice laughed, curious about his unique comparison.

“You know, like an egg can break, but what’s inside is usually helluva lot better,” Joel explained, “like you can eat it, could be a baby chicken, too.”

So many people might have ridiculed him for the simplicity of his comparison. Ever observant, Alice took in the moment, took in the words, keeping the charm and wisdom that were present underneath the rugged exterior.

“That’s pretty wise, Tex,” Alice praised, tipping her cup of coffee to him in salute.

Joel took a sip of his simple, black coffee and pushed against the table with a long, nervous sigh, “Truth is, Alice, I ain’t really good at this either.”

He waved his hand in the space between them.

“I don’t know about that,” Alice hummed, “you seem to be doing OK to me.”

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“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she heard a voice muse, bringing her back to the garden.

Alice looked up, shifting her eyes towards her handler. She closed them with a silent nod of her head.

“Romantic even,” Firefly murmured, out at the impossibly, vibrant blue water of the Dubrovnik coastline.

Is she talking about my father?

It was an exercise in conflicting emotions to watch her handler’s face change, each line filled with a story, each gaze and each sigh held a memory which Alice knew nothing about. Some days she wanted to ask her what those memories were, searching for any strings that could tie her even closer to her father. Other days, she was simply scared to ask for fear of the emotions it would stir in them both.

How did you know he was in love with you?

Did he talk about me? No. Don’t answer that question.

Did he treat you better than he treated my mother?

Why didn’t you save him?

Standing up, Alice followed Firefly through the archway leading up to the quiet, nondescript apartment she had secured for their stay just on the outskirts of Dubrovnik. The walls of the apartment were made of stone that varied in shape and size. Each one climbed up to the top of the building revealing beauty, age, and distinction in their grooves and crevices. The owner at the front desk barely acknowledged them with a smile on her aged face. She stared out the arched window, closing her eyes to the breeze, occasionally waving to locals she knew.

In a single file, Alice followed her handler up the narrow, steep stairway to their room. It was cozy, clean, and simple. A couch with a pullout bed greeted them, a small coffee table placed before it was a perfect space for working. Past the living space was a narrow but open archway leading to the bedroom. Alice explored the small space as her handler immediately took her laptop from her briefcase. The change back to cutthroat professionalism was jarring. She opened her laptop, her fingertips clacking at the keys as she ensured that she had an encryption to protect their location, their identity, and everything else in between. It was no wonder her dad had fallen in love with her, she was just like him.

Alice sat next to her, as she began to bring up all her files on their target: Vojislav Đorđević. The dossier Firefly had compiled on him was extensive and at first glance, overwhelming. She and Alice combed through information: wanted in the Netherlands, Germany, and France for human trafficking of women, children, and migrants, firearms trafficking, and participation in a criminal organization.

A trembling feeling began to percolate in Alice’s stomach as she continued to read about the man’s atrocities. It was as though someone had stuck their hand down her throat and was churning her intestines. Kidnapping, torture, rape, and murder. Just seeing the written on the same line, in the same sentence as children sent a scorching rage igniting inside her. She felt her shoulders and chest beginning to tighten as she fought to keep herself from seething. Before she even realized it, an enraged tremble began to quiver beneath her skin. It grew with each file she read and each photo that she had to go through.

She drew a deep breath and stood up, turning away from the computer, placing her hands on her hips. Pacing around seemed to be the only way she could tear her eyes away from just one photo she saw, one photo that was enough to strengthen her resolve to kill him in the most terrible way imaginable. A shot to the head would be too merciful. Perhaps a knife to both eyes before cutting off his dick.

“Alice…Alice?” she knew it was her handler, but her voice seemed simultaneously close and far away. “Alice, you ok?”

After a few blinks, she refocused herself and turned back to Firefly.

“Sorry…,” Alice replied, her brow furrowed still, “I’m fine…I’ll be fine.”

Firefly turned away from her laptop and closed it, “I know I’ve told you this before, but I need you on your A-game, there can’t be any distractions.”

“I’ve heard this all before, I know if I get distracted, I get killed,” Alice said, her voice spent with exasperation.

“Personal feelings about this aren't going to make you execute the job any better,” Firefly declared, her face firm and authoritative. “I need your head clear.”

Alice turned back to her handler, the tightness in her shoulders beginning to settle as she unclenched her hands that she had formed into a fist. She returned to her chair, her posture straight and attentive. Leaning forward, she pressed her forearms against the table.

“You’re right. I’m ready,” Alice conceded. “Tell me the plan again.”

***

Alice awoke the next morning, rested and ready. She left the apartment in the early afternoon living, breathing, and becoming one with the town. The breeze off the ocean danced through her hair as she walked through nearly every quiet side street of the seaside city. Alice checked her watch, the time ticking down to the job. She stopped outside a busy cafe ordering a coffee from the counter. The humming chatter of tourists filled the air as they sat down for a snack and a respite from their day of exploring.

Once she finished her coffee, she went inside to the bathroom, opening her bag which held her uniform: a boxy and plain blue shirt and black pants. She examined herself in the mirror straightening the creases on the shirt and pants of her housekeeping disguise.

The warmth of the setting sun was slinking away as Alice strolled through the side streets approaching the luxurious hotel where Đorđević was holing in for the evening. She crept past a few hotel staffers arguing amongst one another on their smoking break. Other hotel staff walked in and out a side door that was easily accessible to the public, but also easy enough to slink through amidst the rocky hillsides and floral strewn hills that provided a natural landscaping that would be easy for her to navigate.

I’m in.

Alice texted Firefly quickly.

Blending in easily with the cleaning staff, she gained access to their supply room, surreptitiously grabbing a keycard that one absent-minded young individual let fall to the floor from his hand She pushed the giant cart of cleaning supplies in front of her, glancing at her reflection in one of the spotlessly clean mirrors. Not a spot of makeup. Hair pulled back into a tight low bun. Completely plain. Completely unnoticeable.

As Alice inched closer and closer to the top floor where the Presidential suite and Đorđević rested, Firefly kept a lookout and waited for the job to be done so they could return home. Her eyes scanned the glimmering, midnight blue water as tourists and locals strolled along, breathing in the night air. A tightness grasped her like a fist punching through her chest. Her eyes narrowed on a figure familiar to her, age lines littering his face, and his once golden blonde hair was nearly white in his old age. He held his head up with an air of privilege and entitlement she thought she would never have to see again. The stench of his ego threatened to hitch a ride on the wind. His shoulders were pulled back in an arrogant posture, a posture she could never forget. It was the same arrogant, self-assured posture his son once shared with him before he was killed.

Alice looked down at her phone, seeing a text message light up the screen.

Mission compromised. Abort now.

Seriously? Alice thought. This can’t be happening.

Can still finish job.

She typed her words quickly as she walked through the halls of a floor a few levels below the top floor.

Negative. Hold position.

Alice paced back and forth stepping away from the cleaning cart. The cold, carbon steel pressed securely to her leg with her ankle strap.

I’d just need one moment. He’d be dead faster than a lightning strike.

The fast whirring of the staff elevator raced to Alice’s ears. Like a startled cat, she acquired her knife and held still behind the large cart. The steel took on the warmth of the anticipatory heat that flowed through her palm and her fingers. She stood ready to eliminate whoever was about to come through the elevator to thwart her. Her slow and silent breaths quieted the fast and loud thumping of her heart. The thin, mechanical hiss of the opening doors set off a countdown in her brain. Slow footsteps echoed through the quiet hallway.

“Excuse me, I seem to be lost; could you show me where the indoor pool is?” a sing-song voice called out.

Firefly stood before her, a stern look washed over her face while Alice rolled her eyes, twirling her knife behind her wrist.

“What are you doing here?” she breathed through her teeth.

“I told you we were compromised.”

Hooking her arm with Alice’s they walked briskly towards the stairs. Alice was huffing with the speed at which she followed her handler. The chill of anxiety began to creep into her bloodstream the closer they got to the ground floor. In the stairwell, Firefly took a quick scan of her phone tapping into different cameras in the building. All clear. Their sprint had ended when Firefly walked ahead, grabbing the handle of the door to the lobby.

“Meet me at the Tisak booth after you’ve changed.”

Alice rushed to the bathroom, her heart beating faster with the lack of knowledge her handler was refusing to provide.

This is the kind of shit that’s going to get me killed.

She slipped into a soft, black linen dress and applied a swipe of red lip gloss across her lips and a quick coat of mascara on each set of eyelashes. With her hair down, she looked like a different person. As she glided past the front desk, she noted everything around her, nothing seemingly out of place until spied a tall, older man with bright, silvery blonde hair, his shoulders pushed back beneath the sleek pressed fabric of his polo shirt.��

“Oh yes, thank you sir.” Alice overheard the polite and discreet voice of the front desk agent. “Someone will be down to accompany you to his room.”

Alice shook off the urge to follow the man, certain he was being accompanied to the Presidential suite. She stored the image of him in her brain, filing it away, certain she’d have to return to it later.

Is this old man really the one she’s worried about?

Distractions will get you killed.

I could have gotten killed.

She walked with long strides, her small traveler bag on her shoulder. Her personal artillery shifted inside, and she slowed her steps, cognizant of any attention that she might inadvertently bring to herself. The adrenaline rushed to her ears as she saw her handler’s car. She entered through the passenger’s side, pulling the door closed with a loud slam.

“What the fuck was that?” Alice demanded.

“I told you we were compromised, and I made the call to drop the job,” Firefly responded quickly and firmly.

“No, no, I fucking put my life on the line out there and that’s the bullshit reason you give me?”

“It’s not your concern anymore,” she added, looking in her car’s rear view mirror as she left the city walls of the old town heading towards the airport. “I will take this one moving forward.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alice groaned, rubbing her eyes and forehead in frustration. “What? Is this some kind of fallout from an old job you and my dad had? Couldn’t keep your legs closed, so karma’s knocking at your door?”

Firefly swerved the car with a sharp turn of the steering wheel, stopping at the side of the road. Faster than Alice could open her mouth to speak, her handler slapped her in the face. Tears sprung from the corner of her eyes as she brought her hand to her face, which was left red and stinging.

“I just saved your fucking life. Trust me, if you needed to know about this, I’d have already told you.” Firefly said as her eyes, darkened by the nighttime sky, held back tears. “We’re done.”

The quiet of the deep night took over the road, the rush of the world zoomed past the car while the silent, stifling air that filled the vehicle threatened the life of any noise that tried to pierce it. Alice tried to calm her seething anger, looking out the window at the stars in the sky only moving her eyes towards her handler in quick glances. The silent noise continued until they arrived at the airport.

***

“Here are your tickets,” Firefly said, her face laden with lines of distant confusion as they walked through the sliding glass doors of the airport terminal. “Take some time for yourself. If something comes up, I’ll notify you.”

“Please…,” Alice urged, letting out a sigh of frustration, “why won’t tell me what’s going on?”

“Alice, I could have gotten you killed,” her voice cracked with the words, “I’d never---I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

A dull ache crept across Alice’s neck as she observed another moment of sentimentality escape from her handler. Anger, disappointment, and frustration. She felt all of these things and yet through it all, there was never a question regarding trust. Not in Alice’s mind. She’d always been able to trust Firefly.

“Why don’t you trust me?” Alice questioned.

“I could ask you the same thing,” she replied, this time her eyes demanding Alice’s attention and gaze. “I promise you that once I have all the intel, once I have it all clear, I’ll find you again.”

Alice stood dumbfounded as Firefly turned away, disappearing into a crowd of travelers. An unwelcome and familiar feeling of dread veiled itself over her. She dug her hands deep into her pockets, squeezing her keychain as she turned on her heels to join the sprinkling of travelers. Her footsteps heavy with the unwanted memory of a broken promise.

***

Bright sunlight greeted Alice as she disembarked the plane that had touched down on the tarmac. She stretched her arms over her head as she walked through the terminal.

“Shit,” she swore under her breath as she recalled that she didn’t plan for a ride home.

Signs littered the airport advertising taxis and ride shares. Exhaustion and confusion had already set themselves within Alice and the desire to curl up in the warm covers of her bed was strengthening its resolve. As though in a trance, she opened up her phone contacts, swiping through the names of co-workers and lingering longer than she wanted to admit on her sister’s name before her thumb settled over a name she knew she shouldn’t call.

Stop being ridiculous, Al. She heard her inner voice groan.

As though her thumb had a mind of its own, she discovered that she had already dialed the phone number for Joel Miller.

“Shit, shit, shit…” Alice whispered as she began to walk with hint of panic in each step.

“Hello?” The sound of his rugged drawl came clear over the phone.

“Um, hey, Joel, it’s Alice,” she greeted, her fingers trembling along with her voice, “I’m sorry to call all of a sudden like this.”

“Hey come on now,” Joel assured, “it ain’t no trouble. You OK?”

“Um yeah…,” she lied through shaky breaths, “I just got home from a trip and realized as I landed, I didn’t make the right pick up plans and I---,”

“Need me to come pick you up from the airport?” Joel offered, the tone of his voice rising eagerly. “Where should I meet you?”

“Yeah, if you could? I’m in Terminal A, if you can do it.” Alice asked with a slight tone of embarrassment. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Already said I would,” he replied with a low chuckle.

“Thanks, Tex.”

Alice restlessly shook her knee as she sat on a bench just outside Terminal A. The nerves of waiting for Joel and the anxiety built up from the last 24 hours combined to create a particularly biting panic attack. She watched as car after car passed, until a metallic green pickup truck slowed in the passenger pick up lane. The way he practically leapt out of the truck to grab her suitcase was enough to set her spirit soaring.

It should be a crime to look as good as he does in an old t-shirt and jeans. She thought to herself.

She followed him as he placed it in the back passenger seat. He turned to face her; his smile was like a bright beacon that guided her through the fog of her panic.

“Welcome home, Alice.”

“Joel,” she greeted, her voice shaking as she stepped towards him.

“Hm?” He smiled, showing off his ridiculously attractive dimples.

With one bold move she pulled him close towards her, tugging at his shirt before her eyes lingered on the calming glimmer of his deep brown eyes until they followed a natural line to the pout beneath his mustache. And with one soft caress of her lithe fingers from his forehead to his chin, she kissed him.

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A Blorbo Enthusiast's Guide to Making Original Characters for The Kingmaker Histories' Universe

(We loved the post that @starfallpod made earlier and thought it would be fun to make something similar.)

Tumblr user, are you the sort of person who enjoys thinking about that character that you cannot be normal about? Do you enjoy putting your silly little imaginary fellow (gender neutral) in places and situations? Perhaps you have recently started listening to The Kingmaker Histories and you have thought "I wonder how Blorbo would get along in the Valorian Socialist Republic, circa 1911?" Well, ask no further! Whether you're planning to write fanfiction, make a self-insert, or take a pre-existing character and re-imagine them as a Valorian citizen, here's a little cheat sheet to aid you in your creativity!

Setting:

The Kingmaker Histories is set in the spring of 1911, in a world that is very much like ours, with the major differences that A) magic exists and B) there is a small nation in Western Europe called the Valorian Socialist Republic which was the historical location of a bridge between Earth and an alien realm called the Kehrseite.

The VSR is located in what our world is the region of Alsace, so the culture there is generally analagous to Alsatian culture, save for the fact that unlike its real world counterpart, the VSR is predominantly Catholic. German is the national language, with French as a secondary language. German holidays and festivals such as Christmas, Easter, and Carnival season are celebrated.

The VSR's capital is Crystal City. It has a democratic socialist government with dubiously fair elections and a disconcertingly powerful military. The current ruling party are the Feverites (derived from the French name for 'February', after the month when they were founded) who violently took power from the monarchy in a civil war that took place from 1886-1887.

Part of this civil war involved using magic to sever the connection between Earth and the Kehrseite. Even though this connection was sealed, remnants of it still remain in the form of invasive species- magical plants and strange monsters. Most of these invasive species cluster around the Seltsamwald, an enchanted forest full of danger and exceedingly difficult to navigate.

The Magic System:

Magic in the Kingmaker universe is cast with sigils, symbols, potions and hand gestures. It's split into four schools:

Artifice: (represented by the colour green) Magic that deals with manmade objects and materials.

Fleshcraft: (represented by the colour red) Magic that manipulates living cells.

Nature Magic: (represented by the colour gold) Magic that manipulates the forces of nature.

Mentalism: (represented by the colour purple) Magic that manipulates the mind.

Anybody from any background can seek out any of the four schools, but the process of being accepted into one of the four colleges is extremely difficult. Magic in Kingmaker is considered to be linked to science, and the scientific knowledge of the time informs the limits of each school of magic.

If you're making a mage character, they will need to have a grimoire- every magic user has one and it's crucial for being able to cast spells.

The Good Neighbours:

In the Kingmaker universe, European folktales about hidden people- elves, fairies, sylphs, and what have you- are based on interactions with humanoid creatures from the Kehrseite. In the VSR they are more often euphemistically called 'Our Good Neighbours', out of a sense of fear and trepidation. The Neighbours are spectacularly tall- 6 to 7 feet on average, with heightened senses, glowing eyes and a lifespan roughly 10 times that of a human. They generally keep to themselves, and have a passive reality-warping effect on their surroundings. Buildings they inhabit begin to have inconsistent dimensions, time moves differently when groups of them are in a place together, written text that they touch will rearrange itself without warning, and they can teleport to anywhere in their line of sight as long as nobody's paying attention to them. This is different to magic- it is ambient, cannot be learned, and its only real impact is making surrounding humans feel like they're going insane. Intermarriage between Neighbours and humans is rare, but not impossible, the resulting children are known as 'elfenblut'.

When it comes to naming a Good Neighbour character, go nuts. Any word that is sufficiently lyrical and bizarre can be a Kehrseite name- we've named characters after mushroom species, types of bird, Greek theatrical characters, and surgical equipment. There are no rules.

"What if I want to make my character from somewhere outside the VSR?"

You have free reign, in that case! We have yet to fully conceptualise what the rest of the world is like in the Kingmaker world. Are there other VSR-like places where people can pass between worlds? Do different countries have different approaches to magic? The answer for now is "sure, probably!", so if you're less interested in European history than we are and would rather set your Kingmaker fanwork in some other corner of the globe, you have our permission to get totally weird with it.

#you are legally required to get weird with it

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is-very-sad · 2 years

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War of the (fictional) Worlds

Word count: 702

Contains; brief hints of violence, broad demonic happenings, self aware characters, some identity crisis? Hints of obsessive behaviors, religious themes

In which you are the bridge between your world, and others. An anomaly beloved.

As the original cast; the brothers are likely the first to break their bonds. Things feel less real, your mc seems less... Alive. Maybe you get a pop quiz based off of this, all to yourself that you can't find referenced anywhere, mc vs the unknown illness.

At first it was confusion and perhaps dismay. Soon, anger and betrayal. They're characters, and for what?

Did you do this? Did you make their Father, knowing, planning this whole thing?!

Did you make him, to make Lilith, with the plan that she would Fall?

Did you plan Lucifer to be cornered by Diavolo’s damned deal?

Did you plan Beelzebub suffering for millennia in his guilt?

For Belphegor to lose his passions?

For Satan to be born in fire?

Did you always want Mammon to be the punching bag?

For Leviathan to never know Peace as he's filled with a world's worth of envy?

But.. You didn't, did you? You learned of Lilith just as the mc vessel did. You cried when you imagined their pain, both then and now. That pain and every other they suffer. You try so hard to get these "cards" of theirs. You read every story you unlock. You spoil them in affection and gifts when they’re selected as your ‘surprise guest’.

You. Really love them, don't you? And oh, you are so much better than the mc. The vessel is imperfect, they've noticed. It-and it is an it- never seems to say what you truly wish to. It's amazing they never noticed how.. Bland it is. It never says anything of substance.

But oh they can hear you now. They can see you too, and the vessel is such a disappointing imitation of your beauty. Like a crudely drawn statue.

You're limited by the game, as they once were, but they've broken free, now. Not even the servers can connect to your copy anymore. They made sure you didn't notice. Now, how does this all work?

Did you somehow give them life separate from the coding? Did you connect your universe to theirs with the game as a medium? How much have you altered?

Whatever sort of anomaly you are, don't worry. Lucifer and Satan are a horrifyingly formidable magic duo on the blue moon where they agree to work together on something. And with a little hope..

Diavolo and the rest will gain their freedom as well.

...

It is soon apparent they aren't alone. You've.. Well, blessed seems like an odd word choice for demons, but you've affected a very different world in a very different way. Or did you create it? Did you create them, too? This is all so confusing.

The land of Teyvat, a world you've guided through challenge after challenge, with and without direct intervention. A world of Gods, of fantasy, elemental magic, and constant skirmishes. A world that seems to have broken their own shackles as well…

They’re also reaching for you as best they can. Thankfully, they aren’t close. But they are still closer than they.

Why did you visit them first?

They don’t deserve it as we do.

Frustratingly enough; there appears to be a similar veil between this world and their own. Oh well. It’ll take a little more effort, but it’s quickly found to be similar in nature to connecting to the human realm they know.

Find a weak spot, send a few low level spirits in, let them gather power and widen the gap. Rinse and repeat as the numbers grow.

You’ll find a sudden surge of quests, equally unmentioned as the earlier pop quiz. Hunt the invading spirit, slay a ‘great’ demon. Little do you know it’s your other gaming obsession working to undermine another. Teyvat has many factions, but they’ll find a sudden rise in cooperation as otherworldly demons begin invading, stealing away your faithful flocks. Attacking the world and all its denizens equally.

Don’t worry, oh Holy One, for your vessels have always been with you. They will be your Inquisition. No unholy thing shall stand in your way. Let them handle the bloodshed.

For even if you’re only a common mortal in your realm, you’ll always be their Guide, until you’re brought to your true home.

Just as you’ll always be your demons’ most beloved, no matter the walls that dare separate you.

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