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twicearoundthesun · 10 months

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[coven au]

“Do they normally bloom this fast?” Momo tilted her head, reaching down to lift one of the purple flowers and inspect it.

Dahyun shook her head. She pulled Momo’s oversized cloak tighter around her shoulders and shivered in the wind.

“No. Someone’s been here. Someone like me.”

Momo nodded. She adjusted the large knapsack on her shoulders. “Okay. We’ll be on the lookout. You remember which way from here your friend was?”

Dahyun swallowed. “I-uh…” She took a deep breath. She didn’t want to admit it, especially not when they’d all been so kind as to accompany her safely back to where they’d found her days ago and offer help searching for any hint of Nayeon’s fate.

“That’s okay. Hypothermia takes a lot out of a person. It makes sense that night would be hazy. You were already succumbing to it by the time you stumbled up to here. I’m sure you’d remember otherwise.” Sana quickly said.

“How could you know that?” Dahyun frowned.

“Your knees and palms were scraped up. You’d definitely stumbled and fell a few times.”

“Oh.”

Guilt pooled in her stomach again. She never would have made it back to Nayeon in time to help. She’d have died alone. She'd left Nayeon alone in a dark forest for a potentially worse fate for no reason.

“Did you leave markings on the ground? To help you navigate?” Momo asked.

Dahyun shook her head. “I could normally trace my way back based on plants I identified, as I went along. I don’t think I was in the mindset to realize that wasn’t going to help me.”

“You’re sure you wouldn’t have left anything?” Mina spoke up.

Dahyun nodded. Yes, she was sure, and yes, she knew she was making this impossible.

“Okay… because there’s a tree down there with a cut in it. Man-made.”

All three of them stopped to follow Mina’s gaze. Sure enough, towards the bottom of the hill, there was a slash in one of the trees. Sap leaked around the edges – it was fresh. Dahyun’s eyes widened.

“Do we… Do we think that’s the botanist who finished growing the plant?”

“I don’t see why anyone else would be out this far into the woods in this weather.” Mina said, starting down the hill.

“Great.” Momo followed her. “Let’s go make a friend.”

Dahyun opened her mouth to object, to advise more caution, but no words came out. Sana gave Dahyun a reassuring smile and reached out to link arms with her, gently pulling her towards the other two. They traveled in silence.

For most of the remainder of the morning, Mina led the way further into the forest. Momo walked close behind with a hand on the sword that hung from her belt. It reassured Dahyun; she couldn’t imagine anything in these creepy woods standing a chance against the tall girl, not even the witch whose trail they were on. Momo didn’t seem to like strangers much, and that added to her air of intimidation.

In the few, hazy days since Dahyun had woken up in their tent, she’d mainly tried to keep quiet and occupy as little of their warm home as possible, in and out of sleep. Sana would talk to her regardless, and even Mina would ask how she was doing now and again. Momo was barely in the tent, and when she was she’d be pretty bent on avoiding her gaze. She’d go out looking for food every morning and come back either with nothing or a small, unfortunate animal that she’d already skinned and cooked. As soon as everyone was done eating she’d go back to sleep, and in the afternoon she’d disappear in a second attempt for food.

She always went alone. She always spent hours in the snow, searching for anything to eat, and she was sometimes successful. And, to Dahyun’s amazement, she’d always come back carrying her cloak, bare arms exposed to the elements yet showing no signs of frostbite.

She’d been confused, until she’d peeked out of the tent while Momo tended to the fire one night. The woman was reaching into the embers and turning red-hot logs with her bare hands. Dahyun had gasped, and Momo had only glanced up at her, expressionless.

So Momo was a witch. A fire-summoner.

Dahyun hadn’t ever met someone who could summon fire, and she knew it wasn’t common. She often heard the peasants in the villages around her home claim that fire-starters were troubled and mischievous souls, cursed for their bad deeds, or children of demons , or any number of horrible things. Her mother would remind her that it was just prejudice – the result of poor farmers looking for someone to blame when brush fires destroyed their crops, or candle-fires destroyed their houses.

Regardless, she didn’t intend to piss the girl off and find out how it worked. She didn’t have great memories with fire.

She pulled the cloak around her tighter and jumped as a hand rested on her back.

“All right, Dahyun?” Sana’s sweet voice met her ears. The anxiety twisting in her stomach settled a little. She nodded. Sana threaded her arm through hers, now, pulling Dahyun tight to her as they walked. “You’re so cold. Momo, come here, give Dahyun a big hug.” She giggled.

Dahyun tried not to give away how much she didn’t want that.

Momo answered Sana in another language and she sounded unamused. Sana only rolled her eyes.

“She’s just grumpy because we’re moving further from home. But it just isn’t safe here anymore. I mean, you know firsthand how little food there is, here, and how easy it is to die from the cold.”

Dahyun only nodded in response, mind painting a disturbing image. Sana froze.

“I didn’t mean – I meant, because you had frostbite, not… There’s a chance your friend isn’t dead, I think, we found evidence there are more people – another witch - in the area…”

“It’s okay.” She mumbled.

Sana frowned and intertwined her fingers with Dahyun’s. Dahyun took a deep breath.

“How are you feeling?” Sana abandoned the topic; Dahyun was grateful.

“Better. I have more energy today than I have in a while… The food this morning was more than I’ve eaten at once in a few weeks.”

Again, Sana frowned. Dahyun almost wished the girl didn’t feel so bad for her – half, because she didn’t want her pity, didn’t deserve it, and half because it felt wrong to see a frown on her face.

“Are all three of you witches?” She changed the subject. “Is that why you’re out here?”

Momo looked back over her shoulder and held eye contact for a second; Dahyun shrunk under her gaze.

“Two of us are. Momo can control fire. I can sense emotions.”

“You’re a mind witch?”

“Mhm.”

“Is that why everything feels so calm around you?” Dahyun blushed as soon as she’d realized what she said. Sana giggled.

“Sometimes. I try to keep people calm, when I think they need it.” She squeezed her hand. “Other times, it’s just because I’m a delight to be around.”

Momo snorted, and Mina giggled when Sana kicked some snow at her back. Dahyun felt herself smile.

“And you’re a botanist, right?”

Dahyun nodded. “But – my magic is weak. Always has been. Or I’d help find food… I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry, Dahyun-ah, Momo’s the only one that’s good at finding food anyway.”

“Were you just never trained?” Momo’s voice called back, cold and interrogating. “Never around other practicing witches?”

Dahyun blushed. Somehow it was even more embarrassing when the question came from her. “Ah… No, my whole family… They all had plant magic. They were really good at it. They tried training me. I just… I’m not that powerful, I guess.”

Sana squeezed her hand, but Dahyun kept her gaze on the ground.

“It’s alright. I think I know how you feel.” Mina had dropped back to walk on her other side. “My father and brother both had strong magic, but I never did. My mom’s family, too. My mother always thought I’d grow into it… But it never came.”

“Oh.” It didn’t really make her feel better. She tilted her head. “Then why are you out here? I mean, I assumed you all had powers, and were hiding from the King’s forces.”

There was more silence. Momo looked back to meet eyes with Sana, a dangerous look in her eye. Dahyun was suddenly terrified she’d said something wrong, and like clockwork Sana’s hand was on her back, reassuring her.

“Where are you from, Dahyun? The West?” Sana asked, voice still sweet. Momo sighed loudly. She wasn’t happy with the topic change.

“The South province. The western side.”

“You don’t know much about politics, I assume.”

Dahyun swallowed. “I.. I know that the new King sentenced anyone with magic in their blood to death. But outside of that, no, my family lived deep in the woods and paid if the tax man came.”

Mina and Sana met eyes. They seemed to have a silent conversation, and Sana nodded.

“The governor of the eastern province had no children.” Mina explained, now. “But he ruled over the richest – and most powerful – province in the kingdom. Him and my father were good friends, and he saw potential in my brother ever since he was a teenager. He chose Kai to be his successor. But everyone knew that my family was rumored to have magic, including the royal family. When the new king rose to the throne his first order was to have my family executed, so no one partial to witches would control the East. Sana and Momo protected me. The king thinks I’m dead.”

“Oh.” So these were – or had once been – powerful people, she ran into. And now they were prey, sleeping on the forest floor, just like her. She looked up to meet Mina’s eyes, now clouded with tears. “I’m sorry. For your loss. And thank you for telling me.”

Mina only gave her a sad smile. Dahyun hadn’t realized Momo had stopped walking until she collided with her. She stumbled backwards, but Momo grabbed the front of her cloak to stop her from falling.

“If you tell anyone who she is, I’ll burn you alive.”

“Momo!” to Dahyun’s surprise, it was both Sana and soft-spoken Mina that cut her off.

“I w-wouldn’t, I would never –”

“Good.”

“Momo, you can’t just threaten people, look at her, she’s a kid-”

“I- I’m twenty-three-”

“She’s twenty-three, she’s not a kid, she’s only a year younger than Mina and it’s not a good idea to trust someone so immediately when we’re fugitives, she could be lying-”

“I-I’m a fugitive, too, I wouldn’t ever turn you in, I swear, I’m not lying-”

“We know, Sweetie, Momo is just protective.”

“You don’t know who could have loyalties to the king! You see too much good in people.” Loyalties to the king – the thought was nauseating. “And let me remind you, my protectiveness is -”

“The king killed my family too!” Dahyun found her voice again, so loud that there was a heavy pause. The world became blurry with tears. “He killed my family. I have no loyalties to him. I hope he rots. I have no loyalties to him and I’m indebted to you; I would never turn you in.” She said, voice wavering but as firmly as she could manage, holding eye contact with Momo.

Momo studied her for a second, glancing at Sana. Sana nodded.

“I’m sorry about your family.” She said, voice lower than before. “And for the threat.”

“It’s okay.”

“But I meant it.”

“I know.” Dahyun didn’t doubt she’d meet an unpleasant end should anything happen to Mina or Sana.

Momo gave a little nod, releasing her. “Good.”

She turned and kept walking. Dahyun needed a minute to regain composure; she noticed Sana and Mina were waiting for her, so she started after Momo again.

Again, Sana slipped an arm through hers. “She’s not usually like this. She’s so soft, and gentle and loving. She’s got this smile that could light up a city.” Sana whispered it so even Mina couldn’t seem to hear her. A fond smile graced her lips, and Dahyun suddenly felt warmer inside. “Her eyes squish into little crescents, and her laugh is so loud.”

Dahyun only nodded. Sana’s face fell. “She’s just so scared. And she feels like it’s her job to protect us.”

“She’s got good reason to be scared, I think.”

“I know.” She took a deep breath. “But I wish it didn’t weigh so heavily on her. I miss her smile.”

Before Dahyun could figure out to respond to that, the forest around them exploded.

#coven au #misamo #dahyun #mina #sana #momo #uh oh cliffhanger

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aporetic-elf · 10 months

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Is it Just Smoke and Mirrors Chapter 4: Phase Two, Aphroulette| Archive of Our Own

New Chapter is finally up! I know we haven't seen hide nor hair of Jake yet but I promise we are getting there!

Hope you enjoy <3

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auideas · 2 years

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So, I found you a while ago and thought you guys would never resurface

But I was proven wrong

So I got this story I'm trying to write, yeah? Fantasy magical dystopian, got any ideas you could shoot my way?

Hey, we live to defy expectations! We'd be more than happy to help.

Fantasy magical dystopian prompts is incredibly specific, but AMAZING. Let's get it started:

No one knows why some people lived while others died when the apocalypse came; they suddenly vanished, almost before their very eyes. With 95% of the population gone, the remaining survivors simply attempted to keep living and moving forward. Small communities were built in the ruin of their old world, later to be called “villages.” After some months of establishing the new world order, strange happenings began to take place: weird weather, objects moving on their own, and other such oddities. It’s only on that day when Character A looked up from their dry garden to the heavens, raised an arm, and pulled down with the intent of a god did rain fall from a cloudless sky. Seemingly impossible, the remaining survivors of the human race may have not been human at all, but something more.

The world was perfect. The complicated and seemingly impossible concept of utopia had been achieved. Waste had been reduced to near nothing, energy was renewable, the economy was saved from collapse -- the human race was thriving for the first time in centuries. As it always seems with perfect things, it was too good to be true. This new world isn’t without a massive, dark flaw: to create this utopia, influential humans have enslaved those with the gift of magic, using them to achieve their nefarious means. The concept of “utopia” had been completely bastardized for their own gain. Humans...they never change.

When you live in a dystopia, you learn to use what you can find. Scavenging wasn’t just a side gig now, but a way of life, and this wasn’t more true than for magical botanists and potion-makers. Because they lacked access to their previous supply chains (damn them for shutting down the internet and its associated conveniences), they had to find other creative ways to source materials. Defunct fabric stores, joke shops, herbalists in Chinatown -- you name it, they’d scavenged it. All seemed well and good until some of their spells had, well, unexpected effects due to poor quality substitutions.

History repeats itself, and the world heals in cycles...at least, that’s what they all said when the climate took a turn for the worse. Everything was thrown out of whack in a mere 20 years, and few people could discover the truth of what seemed to be happening. The new world felt almost apocalyptic, but it turns out the world wasn’t ending, but merging. Two planes of existence were slowing melding together: one our own and the other...horrendously fantastic. No one believed the ravings of Character A until the first dragon ripped the sky open and rained fire down from the heavens.

Being a part of a coven after the world all but ended was difficult enough, but having that life be all someone knows makes it just that much harder when they have to leave it. As a part of a coming of age ceremony, Characters A, B, and C are sent on a quest across the country to source materials from the old world: The Munich Manual. However, they were refused reasoning as to why the elders needed the ancient script, citing it as “none of their business” and that they “weren’t old enough to know the truth.” Well, Characters A, B, and C are officially adults now, right? Who’s to say they can’t just open the manual find out for themselves?

The “wall of fish” trending on TikTok some time ago seemed like it was too strange to be true; so many people ignored it and simply kept it in their back pocket as a fun fact to bring up at parties. After all, what’s a better ice breaker than “you heard about those floor fish??” No one expected anything to come of it, simply writing it off as another secret the sea kept hidden. It wasn’t until this wall of fish completely disappeared did anyone take notice, because what it left behind was ten times worse. In this world, sea creatures are connected by a hive mind, and this in combination with morphic fields allowed the creatures to simultaneously alter their body chemistry and release a strong, deadly acid that poisoned almost every water source on Earth, eating the land and leaving little behind. Within five years, the only humans remaining on planet earth are the mountain tribes, sustained through the magical manipulation of their own morphic fields.

Supplies are hard to come by when the world has gone to shit, and that couldn’t be any more true of the world without UPS. The sourcing of rare materials was left for only the most brave and capable. These requirements made Character A’s trips along the New Silk Road that much more bewildering, given their small stature. Perhaps it had to do with the materials they were carrying...it seemed like an awful lot of bottles filled with weird colors, bones, and insect wings for such a little thing.

Being a plain non-magical human in a group of tightly-knit survivors trying to live in the slums of a dystopian city isn’t exactly a cake walk, but if they thought Character A was also magical because they could somehow convince neighboring groups to accept impossibly unfair trades for their own gain, who was Character A to correct them on their mistake? After all, it’s not like Character A would willingly admit that they were just in debate club in high school, not a silver tongued sorcerer.

Not everyone is cut out for living in an apocalyptic situation. Jobs that fit your skills are hard to come by, especially for a mute academic (and a linguist at that). In an effort to pull their weight, Character A becomes an archivist and logs information as best they can from members of the community to document how the old world can inform the new. They decide to start with the elderly who speak a myriad of languages (most were ones Character A could also speak, thank god). As Character A records their stories and words, they fail to realize that what they’re recording aren’t just stories, but spells and incantations with the ability to release something much, much darker if spoken by the right person.

Everyone thought the creatures were destroying the world of their own accord. “It’s simply in their nature,” they’d say. “They can’t control themselves.” Well, that was a bit true in part: someone else was calling the shots, and they certainly didn’t have everyone’s best interest at heart. Who’s to say someone else can’t pull their strings, though?

These should give you a great start, but I’ll be honest in saying that I could have kept going forever! Maybe we’ll have more AUs along the same lines as these in the future~

- Admin M x

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brighteuphony · 2 months

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That time Sakura threw herself in between Naruto and Sasuke's rooftop fight and Kakashi wasn't there to stop them in time.

Tsunade was able to save her hearing and most of her nerves, but her eyes were a very unfortunate casualty.

Now she's a civilian and has to figure out what to do with herself.

#naruto #sakura #haruno sakura #tsunade #Naruto AU #civilian Sakura #coven!Sakura

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scourge-sympathiser · 6 months

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SCOURGE SUNDAY 006/???

the blood of the covenant is thicker thn the water of the womb

#scourge wc #warrior cats #scourge #scourge warrior cats #scourge (warriors)#bloodclan #wc #i dont hav anything to add here just. smiley face #covenant au

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waywardsunlight · 4 months

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AU where Hunter found out about the basilisks and did a very well timed request of his uncle (also known as, in front of reporters and Coven Heads) to ask about them. Vee Coven Scout/ Sibling energy with Hunter AU.

#it didn't go well for Hunter but Vee “got” to join the emperor's coven #didn't go well for Hunter means he almost got replaced #Belos had to do PR lmao #aka “wow I had no idea the situation was that bad thank you hunter for bringing it up in front of people”#the owl house #toh #toh au #vee noceda #hunter deamonne #vee and hunter are supposed to be close in canon and they're both clones and yk Hunter is so sweet he'd be upset #Hunter complained on behalf of worker's rights so ofc he's gonna complain about Vee if he knew

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radiance1 · 4 months

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A castle mysteriously appears in Gotham one night.

Nobody who noticed it knows where it came from, nor how it got there as it seemingly appeared overnight. It wasn't anything big, as far as castle's were concerned, it seemed to be on the smaller side of things.

However, no one could truly estimate it's actual size. For there seemed to be an ever-present fog that never seemed to stray past the castle's gates.

Just like the fog, you always seemed to hear the cawing of crows and the flapping of bats whenever you step close enough. Yet their visibility was kept hidden in the fog.

Appearances aside, there did seem to be something... off, about the castle and not just because it appeared from thin air, no. It seemed to have a distinct aura of something... other.

No one knew how to explain it, but they could tell there was nothing natural about it. There was something fundamentally wrong with the castle, it wasn't the way it appeared out of nowhere, nor it's appearance.

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When Sam finally became an adult, she didn't have to think twice about moving out. It was a bit difficult, with her parents not wanting to let her go just yet, but her grandmother managed to persuade them, thankfully.

When she was younger, Sam had always dreamed of owning a castle. Though its appearance did change in her mind when she grew older, from pretty and pink to one of darker colors and crows, which is why she never got one when she was younger, she realized.

But now that she was an adult, what was stopping her?

Nothing, that's what.

So, Sam buys one that matches her tastes and moves in. There was a lot of space, far more than she really ever thought about and now had to find a use for.

Magic.

Was something that enthralled Sam ever since she was young, that and the occult as a whole. So, for a few months after moving did she try and get her hands on things like magical tomes, items, scripts and learn it.

Surprisingly, she was strongly successful in her attempts of learning magic. It was surprising to be sure, but now that she compares it to the portal to the afterlife, having a half dead friend and having hunted down ghosts, she realizes that magic wouldn't be that much farfetched in the equation.

A fair bit of her time now was spent covering her castle in wards, sigils, and runes, ones that would strengthen themselves over time, various protection wards and multiple others that she found useful. Most of them were ones that she found through text, though others were ones she personally made.

After she finished the entirety of the castle, she studied thoroughly to gain more knowledge and power for herself, she even made a few spells of her own along with various potions. Unfortunately, she was interrupted in her studies by various other witches, because apparently having such a powerful fledgling witch on her lonesome was too tempting of an offer to pass up for the nearby covens.

So she had to... move, before they tried to force her to join them. As for how, well, she moved her entire castle! What better way to refuse, really?

Unfortunately, it was her first time using such large-scale teleportation magic and she messed it up. Not that her calculations on where the castle was supposed to be were wrong, but while in the midst of moving through space she was... thrown off kilter.

She didn't even know how or what caused her to mess up. But her castle both was and wasn't where she wanted it to be. Her original destination was coordinates near Amity Park, and while they were on said coordinates.

This wasn't Amity Park.

To say she worried was an understatement. She scrambled to find something about where she ended up, and realized not only was she thrown off kilter, but she was also thrown off so badly that she ended up in an entirely different dimension. Luckily, she managed to make the philosopher's stone.

To say making it was easy would be wrong, for even she didn't know how she created it. It was by accident and for a while she didn't even know she had made it, when she had and tried to do something with it the stone had, uh, well.

It fused into her skin.

It had placed itself right over her face, on her chest, and it granted her immortality it seemed. Though that wasn't the effect she was currently thankful for no, the effect of making gold would be valuable to her, she wouldn't have the Manson wealth, but she could at the very least sustain herself.

For now, though, she did have her studies to get back to.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #I remembered about my old au somewhere in the Batpham discord #I think it was called Hecate's castle or something?#But that had a hand in this post #Sam is a powerful witch and that attracted the gazes of various covens #So she just took her castle and left #Unfortunately something through off what was otherwise a successful large scale teleportation #And Sam ended up in the DC universe in Gotham #She also made the philosopher's stone but that one was more on accident than anything purposeful #Like she cannot replicate what she did to make it at all #If I see ghost king Danny in this post I will riot.#This is Sam-centric #We don't need that ghost twink in here #Sorry that was mean ily Danny #Not when your ghost king tho downgrade to a prince or non royalty and then we'll talk #AHEM #Anyways #I was thinking of how Sam could be called Hecate here but ahhhh #We'll see about that in the future lol #Wow this is a lot of tags #Anyways I shall stop now

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orange-catsidy · 7 months

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vamp

#swerve strickland #my art #happy halloween 🎃#aew #blackpool combat coven better watch out #my aus

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daydreamerwonderkid · 10 months

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I see your vampire!Bruce Wayne AU and I raise you this:

Normal human Bruce Wayne raising his horde of vampire/dhamphir children, but because Bruce is Bruce no suspects any of the Batkids are, well ... bat kids.

Even the Batkids are confused at first when they first meet Bruce. Batman shows up and they're like:

"Oh, shit it's Batman! The very scary, very territorial Vampire Lord who's completely taken over Gotham and has managed to strike fear into the heart of all the most notorious vampire leaders! And he wants to adopt me into his coven? Sounds sketchy, but aight."

Only for them to wake up the next day and realize that not only is Batman in fact NOT a vampire, but he's also the most pitiful and pathetic human they've ever laid their eyes on and there's no fucking way they can leave him now.

Humans are already super fragile and easy to kill as is. And their new guardian is risking his life every night masquerading as an all powerful Vampire Lord!!!!

It's honestly a miracle that Bruce hasn't been killed yet and there's no way they're going to let their clueless human guardian wander off by himself. Especially after they realize he keeps forgetting that humans aren't supposed to be awake for 72 hours straight and his skin is paler than the giant hoards of case file documents he tries to sift through while barely touching his own food.

This poor idiot human is so committed to pretending to be a vampire that he's actually convinced himself he has night vision and spends more time hanging out in a literal Batcave than he does in his own fucking house!

Meanwhile, Bruce is thoroughly convinced he's got a complete handle on the whole raising vampire/dhampir children thing. After all, it's not like he's had to change much about his own personal life to that of a parent taking care of a horde of supernatural children.

He already spends more time awake at night anyway and while the kids don't mind human food absolutely love Alfred's cooking, it's not difficult to get a hold of any blood when they actually need to feed on something more substantial. Considering he's the biggest contributor to Gotham's blood donation centers, it's not like anyone's gonna tell him no.

Bruce also read somewhere that while vampires in the modern age don't actually need to hunt humans to feed anymore (considering the above mentioned donation centers), their hunting instincts haven't gone away, either. So while he was initially against the idea of letting his kids getting involved in his vigilante lifestyle, it was probably a good thing in the end that they had an alternative outlet for their growing vampiric urges. Like Alfred, he would have preferred it if they had gotten into competitive sports or something similar instead, but all his children had proven themselves to be just as stubborn as he is so he made do with what he could.

Especially considering the fact that a parenting article he read mentioned how extremely sensitive young vampires/dhampirs are towards the well-being of those who make up their coven. Dick, ALONE, had proved how absolutely futile his attempts to separate his night time and day time activities truly were. Apparently, it was detrimental to young vampires to be separated from their parents/guardians for too long. Better he trained them and supervised them himself versus having to re-experience Dick, Tim and Cass stalking him like the supernatural predators they were while doing his nightly patrols.

And if any of his children leaned a bit more into their feral nature whenever Bruce happened to get hurt on patrol, that was just kids' instincts reacting to the head of their coven being threatened. It's taken years of training, grounding and long late night discussions to convince his children to try holding back their supernatural strength and bloody acts of retribution. He still finds himself lecturing them from time to time even if he's fully aware they're all humoring him.

He still has the small collection of baby fangs that Dick had somehow roped all his younger siblings into contributing to over the years. For the life of him, he can't begin to fathom why anyone would want to collect teeth or why his children are so adamant that he holds onto theirs. But ever since he jokingly mentioned the Tooth Fairy to a horrified and offended younger Dick when his first set of baby fangs finally started coming in, it seems his children are determined to make sure no one can even attempt to think about exchanging their fangs for mere quarters.

And for the record (and despite what his children and friends keep on insisting), he never set out to actually pretend to be a "Vampire Lord." He just honestly thought designing his costume around one of his deepest fears would be a good way for him to use that fear against the criminals of Gotham.

He also won't admit that he completely forgot about the obvious association people make between bats and vampires.

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bluebrrytea · 2 months

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what do you think pony Hunter's golden guard mask would look like?

Living under his uncle’s shadow/ wing must be hard.

#lying to almost everyone about having a horn #being treated differently because he has wings #don’t you love how ridiculously overboard I went for this ask #hunter #toh #toh x mlp #mlp x toh #ponified #the owl house #toh fanart #mlp fanart #the owl house fanart #my little pony #belos #the emperors coven #mlp au #character design #Pegasus #emperor belos

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twicearoundthesun · 1 year

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[coven au]

Nayeon could always tell where the new girl was – or at least, when she was near. The atmosphere became heavy with unease, with disdain, as she approached; the townspeople glaring in her presence. Nayeon rarely tried to use her powers on the people around her, but she couldn’t help but be perceptive to such drastic changes in the mood of the masses.

The town didn’t like newcomers. The newcomer couldn’t seem to take the hint.

Nayeon handed a pouch of her landlord’s money to the butcher and was handed back her basket, this time full of meat and bread. She thanked him and waited for her change. As he dropped the coins in her palm, there was a crash behind her.

The shoppers in the town square had frozen to watch the scene: there the new girl was, on her butt in the mud, the bag full of rotting fruit she’d purchased spread before her. She reached hastily for it, but only managed to grab a questionably bruised apple before one of the teenagers (that had likely pushed her in the first place) brought his foot down, crushing much of it to a pulp.

He laughed at the shock on her face before turning on his heel, friends in tow.

The villagers went on with their days. The girl sat frozen in the mud.

Nayeon sighed, placing her basket to the side before helping the girl to her feet.

“Thank you.” She said, quickly. Relief flooded her emotions, and a pitiful sliver of hope.

“You need to move on. This town isn’t friendly to outsiders.” Nayeon said, voice low.

The girl seemed startled. Nayeon could feel her disappointment. She didn’t flinch.

“I… I will. Soon, I just,” The girl took a shaky breath. “I need to stay in one place. Just for a week. I’ve been going for months… I’m tired.”

Nayeon could see it in her eyes, could feel it, the sheer exhaustion. The underlying fear that motivated her. But she wouldn’t be safe here, Nayeon knew.

“Better to be exhausted on the road than burnt at the stake here.”

The girl recoiled as if she’d burnt her. Her fear was much more urgent now, and potent; it even had Nayeon’s heart rate picking up a little.

“I – Why would they-”

“I know what you are. How you fear them finding out. Don’t play dumb with me, you’re an awful liar.”

The girl looked around quickly. Nayeon had made sure everyone was out of earshot when she’d said it.

“I-I’ll do anything. Please, don’t turn me in-” The tears were starting.

“I’m not going to turn you in.” Nayeon said. “But you need to leave town. It isn’t safe for you here.”

“It isn’t safe anywhere.” Her voice cracked. “I’ve been… Running for so long.”

“Then you can run a little more.” Nayeon said. She looked around and took a loaf of bread from her basket upon seeing no one – she’d have to lie about market prices today, but the girl was swaying where she stood. She slipped it into her hands and turned to walk the road home.

She didn’t look back.

The young witch didn’t heed her warning.

The next time Nayeon encountered her, days later, it was because she’d once again sensed fear. Poignant, this time; not the villagers anxiety towards newcomers, but the fear of someone in immediate danger. Despite her best interest, and her brief attempt to leave it be, she found herself walking towards the source.

As she rounded the corner she found her answer: one of the bastard teenagers held the witch’s arms behind her, a hand clamped firmly over her mouth so she couldn’t scream. She was kicking at an accomplice who’d caught her boot and held tight to her ankle.

“You must have something valuable to us, lady.” One of them was saying, as he patted down her dress and she thrashed in their hold. “We can’t let you leave town without paying the toll…”

“And what makes you think a traveling beggar is a good candidate for robbery?” Nayeon spoke up. The young men froze, and the witch was dropped to the hard dirt under her. The younger of the two men scrambled out of the alleyway, leaving his friend to deal with the consequences of their actions. The girl scrambled to get up, but he placed a boot on her leg, pinning her to the ground.

“Pretty thing like her probably conned a few men out of their hard-earned coin. She’s gotta keep it somewhere, eh? What makes you think a housemaid has any right to speak on the actions of landed men?”

Nayeon barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I’m not a housemaid. And you’re no landed men; you’re teenagers living on your father’s farms and picking on travelers for coin you don’t need.”

“I could have you locked up for such insult to my character.” He sneered.

“I’m sure you can take that up with my employers.” She waved him off. The young wife of the farmer whose land she worked on had a soft spot for her, as she’d always been loyal. They were filled to the brim with old money, and money was power. Nothing would happen to her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. I’d think they might take issue with their housemaid donating to the less fortunate with their own food, yeah?”

Damn. Nayeon could have sworn no one was around to see her slip the girl the loaf of bread. She chewed on her lip.

He smiled and turned his attention back to the girl. He reached down towards the girl’s neck, pulling at a chain until a small amulet was revealed to him.

“Ah, but you’ve got a nice necklace, here. I suppose if you can’t offer coin, I can melt this down and you can consider your toll paid.”

“No-” The girl pleaded. “Please, that was my mother’s-”

“I don’t care who’s it was. It’s mine now.”

“Please-”

He ripped the chain off her neck.

“No!” She shrieked. Nayeon felt white, hot anger permeate the air, and a strong blast of wind made her squeeze her eyes shut and cover her face with her arm. When she opened them again, the world was darker.

Leafy, dark green vines of ivy now blanketed the alleyway, bridging the two buildings above her and blocking out much of the sun. Tendrils of the plant continued to creep along the ground and towards the bricks of neighboring buildings at an eerie rate, stretching out of the alleyway and towards the road.

Nayeon had known the girl was a witch, but had no indication that she was this powerful. She met eyes with her.

“WITCH!” The man screamed, before she had time to react.

The girl ducked out of the alleyway and took off at a run, the teenager sprinting behind her. Nayeon found herself chasing after them, heart beating wildly.

It was a pitiful chase, and the girl was tackled in the town square. Villagers had paused their shopping to watch the show.

“She’s a witch!” He screamed again, and there was no denying it now. All of the weeds around them were beginning to grow, to creep outward and away from them. The alleyway they had just vacated looked like the entrance to a thick, dark forest. “She’ll kill me with her magic! Help me bind her!”

Nayeon’s heart hammered in her chest as they tied her hands with rope. A crowd of men surrounded her now. She could hear the girl’s sobs, but could only focus on her own fear, gripping her chest tightly as she watched from behind the crowd.

This is what they’d do to Nayeon, if they found out. When they found out. When Nayeon’s sharp tongue finally spoke ill of the wrong person and someone decided to look closer into her history, her life. When the hysteria over witchcraft finally reached the point of weeding out every member of the town and putting them through trials.

She could escape it. She could turn to the woods now, set off on her own, try to reach safety in the next kingdom and never turn back. She had a pouch full of her landlord’s money, and a full stomach from breakfast.

They had the girl kneeling in the square now. There’d be no trial; in the girl’s fear, she seemed unable to control her own powers. There was no doubt. The town was quickly looking like it was becoming part of the forest, weeds now blanketing the floor around her, ivy beginning to creep up stairs, horse posts, and the statue in the center of town.

“Build a pyre!” Someone yelled.

“That’s too slow! Cut her heart out!” They were answered.

She took a step backwards and felt something crunch underfoot. The necklace… In the chaos, he’d dropped the necklace. She picked it up with a shaky hand.

When she looked up again, the butcher stood in front of the girl.

In front of the witch. Her own kind.

Nayeon closed her eyes. Fear. She tapped into the girl’s fear, envisioned herself shaping it, amplifying it. Combining it with her own, with the fear from every villager in sight. Paralyzing, bone-chilling fear. She took a deep breath in. On the exhale, she cast it over the square, willing it to stomp out every other trace of emotion.

Everything seemed to slow. Many of the townsfolk dropped, gasping for air, gripping their chests. She took off at a run, untying the girl’s wrists quickly. She winced when she realized the target of her rescue was also in some sort of panic, but channeled warm emotions to her as she dragged her into the woods by their entwined hands. The town was already beginning to shake off the attack, and Nayeon could hear the angry calls to hunt them down.

When they finally stopped running, it was because they could no longer hear the faint barking of the hunting dogs, and they allowed themselves to collapse onto the forest floor. Nayeon quickly sunk to her knees, struggling to get a full breath in. For a few minutes, there was silence.

Then a soft, broken voice whispered. “Thank you.”

Nayeon only nodded. She pulled the necklace from her pocket and handed it back to her, and the girl thanked her again, profusely. There was another few seconds of silence.

“You’re a witch, too.”

Nayeon only huffed. No shit.

“You did that, didn’t you? That fear… I thought I was dying. It was so… cold. I was frozen with fear. You’re a mind witch.”

“I’m an empath. Yeah.” Nayeon corrected, starting to look around. She’d never been this deep into the forest, not since arriving to the little town years ago. “And you’re a plant witch.”

“…Botanist.”

“Whatever, kid.” She grumbled. She was beginning to realize the severity of the situation they were in; until now it had been all adrenaline. Now, she was bone tired and painfully aware that she was miles from her warm bed and that she’d never see her stuff again. Her little house, or the stupid little dog that lived on the landlord’s property but favored Nayeon. All gone.

“My name is Dahyun.”

She wheeled around to face her, a sudden sharp anger rising in her chest. “I don’t give a shit, Dahyun. We’re not here to be friends. We’re here because you can’t control yourself.”

Dahyun stayed frozen on the spot, wide-eyed. Nayeon felt a little bad at the outburst, but she hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true. Still, the girl’s big eyes made her guilty. She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I’m Nayeon.”

#coven au #dahyun #nayeon #heres how they met!!!#idk why inspiration struck today #maybe the nicer weather #i adhd hyperfocused on this and a few other things for hours and now i am starving #twice au #twice fic

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aporetic-elf · 4 months

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An update!! I have a desktop computer now so I got past my writers block and have been cranking on this fic :3

I hope you enjoy if you read!

#homestuck #dirkjake #dirk strider #jake english #i write things #homestuck fanfic #fanfiction #homestuck fic #dirkjake fic #coven au #witch/wizard au #smoke and mirrors

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arsonistmoth · 16 days

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Aight takin a quick com break to share my ideas on the KITTY FAMILYYYY <3 (aka my take on Forneus and her kits) Headcanons under cut cuz some of them are sAD and also I tend to blather on.

Forneus has always wanted kits of her own, though perhaps not a Tom in her life to get them (She is content as she is, a traveling merchant who sees so many faces, so many stories in a day). So, by the power of a one-night stand with some dashing tall tom, she gets her wish. Albeit bittersweet when her kits come stillborn. She prays and prays to the god of death, begging, pleading for her babies to come back to her but its not Narinder that hears her fervent prayers first. She's given a choice by the god of war...Bury them as is her right, or give the kits to them. They will take them to death's gate where they just might know a shadow of life. She leapt at the chance. Not one day goes by where she doesn't think of her two little toms and how they must have grown. She knows, in her heart, they will return to her somehow..and she will know them by sight and scent the second she sees them. Aym and Baal grew up in the gateway with their master. They were a gift to a lonely god and in them he found some semblance of company and...love. Of course we all know Narinder is not the besssst of influences and it shows in the two young toms. They are fiercely loyal, quick to temper (in aym's case), and deadly in combat. Though it wasn't always so. Kits must learn and they must grow... Accidents are bound to happen- (perhaps like being given a new sharp pointy weapon only to hurt yourself immediately thereafter and have the god of death pinch your scruff between two claws to make you stop squirming as he heals you) Though their cloaks are nice and warm, the pair have only ragged tunics beneath it. After all, not many dead arrive with a) nice clothes and b) clothes big enough for the toms. Its fineeee. they're fineeee. After the events of the game, Aym and Baal choose to stay with the cult to be close to their mother and Master. Baal eventually finds himself a mate and even settles down, having a litter of twins with his orange tabby queen named Fion <3 Aym is content for a time, staying with his family and his new niece and nephew...but eventually wander lust grips him as it gripped his mother. He heads out into the world and, though he sends a sparse letter here and there, he has not been seen since. Lamb think's he's crossed the sea. Hopefully he finds whatever hes looking for. to end this on a happy note: Forneus loves her grandkits and would die for them. She has also slapped Narinder. Once. (you dont call yourself a poor father figure to kits you took care of. not around her. "You were all they had! They love you and cherish you do NOT spit in their faces so!"

#goat draws #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl aym #cotl baal #cotl forneus #most of these hcs are me world building #cuz yep theres a fic in the work #it will see the light of day eventually #i also had a fucKIN FIT WHEN I REALIZED THE QUEEN AND CROWN CONNECTION OK?#im totally normal #Blood of the covenant au

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