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blackcherryvelvet0909 · 9 months

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Silent Reverence (Rollo x GN!Reader)

Content Warning: Mild injury, light angst (arguing), Glorious Masquerade event mentioned Note: Can you spot the two movie references in this fic?

“Irk!”

Your heart jumped at the sudden sound, then sank when you realized it was one of pain. “Do you need me to walk slower?” you asked, stalling your pace for a moment.

The man, whose arm was slung around your shoulder for support, practically hopping on one foot with you as his crutch, scoffed the suggestion. “You think me too weak to keep up such a undermanding pace?”

“That’s not what I-”

“I do not require such coddling.” Those dark, cold eyes stared ahead as he took one clumsy step - hop - forward. “Come - we are close to a seat.”

He said it as though he were the one leading you. Honestly, when did his audacity end? You kept your frustrations to yourself as you guided him along, right up to an empty bench near the pool. Thankfully the area there was shaded, or the concrete below your feet would have scalded both your heels by now. With zero grace, you both slumped onto the long bench; a sigh released from you two as the weight of the other was lifted as you separated. For a brief minute, you simply sat there and caught your breath. Before that respite was even over, however, you rolled your head to the side to look at the one beside you.

“Rollo,” he hazarded you a glance as you spoke, “do you want some water? You can sip on it while I go get some bandages; I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”

There was a flicker of irritation in those gray orbs, but he didn’t voice it for the time being. He just sighed as he leaned his head back against the wall behind the bench, sun hat now slumped to one side, and answered with, “If you would.”

Though your legs protested as you stood, you went out in search of the refreshing beverage. While you had to shell out eight madol for the small bottles of water, you didn’t complain. Instead, you quickly went back to Rollo and handed him one of the plastic bottles. He opened his eyes to greet you, and gave a small nod in what you supposed was thanks as he took it from you. You watched him hastily, yet elegantly open the bottle and take three big gulps. Just like that, half the water was gone - a third of yours was to follow as you drank from your bottle. After a deep exhale, you closed your bottle and spoke to Rollo again.

“I’m going to go to the lobby and ask the receptionist if they can lend me a first aid kit. I’ll be right back - don’t move.”

“Tch,” Rollo clicked his tongue with a roll of his eye. “As if I were fit to do anything more.”

So, off you went to get those medical supplies - all whilst trying to suppress the irritation that grew within you.

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“Ah!” Rollo’s sharp yelp was followed by a hiss as he glared down at you. “That hurts!”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt if you’d stay still!” you shot back, tone just as cutting.

Rollo’s face morphed into a scowled as he practically growled in anger. “Well, you and those you call housewardens should have kept a closer eye on your students. If you had, I would not be in this predicament!”

It took all your strength not to throw the roll of bandages in his face. “You were the one running around the edge of the pool, where a ‘No Running’ sign was plastered on every wall. Riddle was just about to take care of Ace, and I Grim, when you came stomping over. As the president of your school’s student council, I thought you would pay more attention to bright white signs with big black letters and a slipping stick figure on them.”

Just as you were about to finish the tie on Rollo’s bandage, he suddenly stood. His hands were balled into fists, teeth grit so hard you thought they might crack. Despite that angry look, his tone was level, authoritative - he spoke to you as if you were some child. “I have had quite enough of you. Step aside - I will seek care else-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you shot up in front of him, face mere inches from his. Your eyes were like knives as they bore into him, pierced his very soul. So, too, was your voice level and demanding, though it came with a pointed edge that, if you were calm enough, would shock even you. “Sit down and shut up.” Rollo’s scowl melted into a stunned look, likely because no one had spoken to him in such a way before. He said not a word as he kept your stern gaze and slowly lowered himself back onto the bench. You followed him down, and when you knelt before him again, you threatened, “Move out of that seat, speak to me like that again, and I’ll give you something worse than a sprained ankle.”

There was a long silence between the two of you after that. In that time, you finished wrapping Rollo’s ankle, which had now begun to bruise. You were tempted to tie the knot a little tighter than what was required, just to get back at him, but you refrained. Despite how he spoke to you, Rollo was injured - you couldn’t be too petty. When you made sure the knot was secure, you quietly packed the bandages and pain relief ointment back into the little bag the receptionist had given you. As you closed the bag with the snap, you said, “Your ankle will probably swell a bit for a few days. Just keep off of it as much as you can; if it gets too painful, or if the bruise becomes worse than normal, you might want to see a doctor.”

You didn’t even look up to see if Rollo heard you; his eyes had been upon you since he sat down, so you knew you had his full attention. As you stood from your spot on the ground and dusted off your knees, you added, “I’ll tell you vice president and assistant where you are. You said they were by the lazy river?”

“...yes.” Rollo’s voice was hushed, as though he were hesitant to answer.

“It shouldn’t take them too long to get here and help you up then.” You still refused to look at him as you turned to leave. “Hope your ankle heals soon.” You took a step away from the bench -

“[Y/n].”

You froze at the sound of your name - of Rollo calling you by name. In the past, he only called you Prefect, or some other formal title you couldn’t recall. Sometimes you even wondered if he knew your name; his utterance of it just answered your suspicions. For the first time in the past several minutes, you glanced over at him. His expression appeared monotone, the usual for him, but there was a distinct…softness about it. In those dark gray orbs was a plea for forgiveness - a hidden respect. Well, that was something you never expected, especially in your direction.

“Thank you,” his gaze flicked down to his ankle, “for your care.”

You pushed the surprise to the back of your mind as you gave a shrug of your shoulders. “There was a possibility no one else would, at least when it comes to the ones from NRC. While you did apologize at the end of the masquerade, there are many who don’t hold you in a high regard.” Your eyes narrowed in a show of warning. “Unless you start treating the students like you would your own, instead of dogs or, as you put it, ‘heathens’, that opinion will never change.”

“If you will permit me to ask,” your gazes locked once more as he questioned, “why is your opinion any different?”

You thought it over for a moment… “Honestly, I don’t know,” you admitted. A light chuckle fluttered at the edge of your words as you suggested, “Maybe I’m a sucker for punishment? It would fit for all things I’ve put up with since enrolling at the college - since I got there.” Although some of that previous frustration still lingered within you, a smile twitched at your lips. “Or maybe because, like me, everyone deserves a chance to prove themselves. You said you would repent for your mistakes, right?”

“That is my intention,” Rollo affirmed with a small nod of his head.

“Well, you have your chance.” You turned to leave, but not without a final warning. “Don’t screw it up with your ego.”

Then you walked away without another word. Rollo also remained silent, though you could feel his eyes follow you until you disappeared back into the hotel. They did not cut into your back like a knife, as they had many times before; instead, you felt as though it was out of something else. You couldn’t say what, however. For now, you simply let it slip from your mind as you went to inform Rollo’s cohorts of his accident. Maybe, just maybe, you could also convince Ace and Grim not to gossip about Rollo’s fall.

***

“Henchmen!” Grim called out from beside the door to your hotel room. “There’s a lady here - she’s got something for you.”

Your face scrunched in confusion as you approached the door. A bit of dread lingered in your heart as well. You really hoped it wouldn’t be something from Crowley, likely asking you to take on some task while you were supposed to be vacationing with the others. This was a school-wide trip, after all, and that included you. You swore, if this was yet another chore, you’d-!

“Can I help you?” you asked the lady at the door, in the most polite way despite the plots of doom that swirled in your head.

“These are for you.” The lady, one you recognized from the hotel lobby, presented a bouquet of flowers with a smile. It was huge! To prevent it from falling to the ground, you had to cradle it like a baby!

“U-Um…thank you?” You felt a little awkward at the whole situation. “Why am I receiving these?”

“A young man asked for them to be delivered to you,” she replied. “You can check the notecard in the flowers.” She gave you a small bow before she turned to depart. “Have a good day!”

“Y-You too.” You had to kick the door to close it - you didn’t want to risk dropping the flowers. Thankfully, Grim stepped out of your way as you headed to your bed, but he followed close behind.

“Why would someone send you flowers?” Those big blue eyes narrowed as he placed his paws on his hips. “What did you do?”

“No idea,” you answered to both his questions. Now sitting on the bed, you examined the bouquet closely. There were various types of flowers: pink roses, lavender, blue hyacinths, lily of the valley, white tulips, forget-me-nots. This was certainly an expensive bouquet, a well-crafted one as well. You were sure there was some meaning to them; not too long ago, Rook had expressed to you the language of flowers. You made a note to visit him later for an analysis. You plucked the notecard the lady had mentioned before and added, “But we’re about to find out.”

Grim hopped up onto the bed and took a seat next to you. You could feel him peek around you to try and get a look at the card - the one that now had your mouth agape. “What? What is it?!” Grim struggled to get a better look. “Let me see!”

His words were like whispers in the wind. The message was not exactly what froze you on the spot - it was the signature below it. The identity of the sender of this generous, meticulously crafted bouquet, specially made for you.

I hope this bouquet is not ill gotten by you; that it is sent at an inopportune time. I pray it finds you in good health, that it may express my gratitude for your service the day prior - and my deepest apologies for my behavior. I realize you are not one to be taken lightly…not one I should look down upon. These flowers are ones I grow in a garden back on my campus. Let them spell out the words I am unable to utter in your presence. Pray, too, that they are to your liking. May the rest of your days on this trip be filled with respite and peace.

-Rollo Flamm

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the-badger-mole · 10 months

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But FWIENDSHIP!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Okay, so you all know how I get when something gets stuck in my head, but yesterday I saw a post talking about how Katara and Zuko's potential romance messes with their friendship, and I don't understand how, but that's beside the point. This is an anti-Kataang post.

I will once again admit that I don't spend a ton of time in Kataang/anti-Zutara spaces (cause I'm respectful like that), but every so often, I see one of those takes pop up in my safe area (because respect isn't always a two way street, unfortunately). It's interesting to see how many times this take seems to crop up. Katara and Zuko falling in love would ruin their friendship, yet those same people fail to acknowledge that Bryke went ahead and ruined their friendship anyway out of jealousy. These same people also tend to hold Kataang as a prime example of Friends to Lovers, the only problem is, Aang isn't Katara's friend at any point.

Throughout the series, it's made very clear that Aang likes Katara, but for most of the series (until literally the last few seconds, in fact) it's also clear that Katara only sees him as a friend. This should have been an object lesson that sometimes crushes don't work out, but friendship can be stronger than temporarily disappointed feelings. However, that's not what we get. Aang doesn't care about Katara's friendship. He doesn't want Katara in his life unless it's in a romantic capacity. We see it in how he reacts when he feels romantically rejected (lava fissure, EIP). The narrative doesn't give Katara any space to say no to Aang without it permanently damaging their relationship, because they never had the relationship Katara thought they did. Katara thought she was Aang's friend, but for Aang, their 'friendship' was just a precursor to romance. In this, the year 2023, I know we all understand why this is a problem.

Aang can't even conceive of a world where Katara does turn him down. He dreams about her enthusiastic response to his declaration of love; he assumes that since they kissed he kissed her and staked his claim, they should be together, despite there never being any sort of conversation, and the fact that the one time he did try to talk about it, she changed the subject very quickly. Katara's feelings are an afterthought for Aang, which is terrible for any relationship, but particularly in a romantic one. There is never a moment where Aang puts Katara's emotional needs ahead of his own. He never puts a value on her platonic friendship. There's never a moment where he decides that despite his feelings for her, having Katara in his life as a friend is better than not having her at all. That moment should have happened regardless of whether they ended up together or not, because friendship is the most important component of the Friends to Lovers trope.

By comparison, the friendship Katara eventually forms with Zuko is much deeper, and based on a mutual respect, understanding and emotional support for each other. This is a fantastic foundation for a romance, although bafflingly, people who laud Katara and Zuko's deep friendship don't seem to agree. Them potentially falling in love doesn't cheapen their friendship because they actually were friends first. On top of that, their Enemies to Friends journey ending romantically would not only not cheapen their friendship, it would tie into the themes of the show beautifully (the illusion of separation; love being stronger than hate; learning to respect other people's differences etc).

Let's be real, what Kataang actually represents is The Hero Gets the Girl, and I think deep down we all know that, even the ones calling it Friends to Lovers. In the Hero Gets the Girl trope, the Girl in question doesn't really matter. She's less of a romantic partner and more a prize for the Hero saving the day. Her emotional journey to falling for the Hero mostly plays out off screen, even though she may not have even liked the Hero like that initially, and the hero doesn't ever show that he respects her as a person. For the most part it works (arguably) because the Girl isn't a character in her own right, she's just part of the Hero's story. The reason it doesn't work with Kataang is that Katara is a character. She does have her own journey, and as passionate and outspoken as she is in pretty much every other aspect of her life, it doesn't make sense for her journey to falling for Aang takes place largely off screen. Not unless you understand how little Katara's feelings matter to their relationship. Had Katara actually rejected Aang, their friendship would have ended because Aang was never interested in her friendship.

It's interesting to me to see people who claim to value friendship over romance spend more time complaining about a romance that isn't canon over the actual canon ship that really does cheapen the friendship. But then again, I guess that was never the problem in the first place.

#atla #anti aang #anti kataang #zutara #enemies-FRIENDS-lovers #that would have been worlds better than the Hero Gets the Girl ship masquerading as a friends-lovers romance #if you prefer platonic zutara that's fine #but let's not pretend that the problem is that their potential romance would spoil their friendship #not when you don't speak about how the actual canon ship completely devalued katara's friendship towards aang #be so for real #just say you don't like zutara and keep it pushing #because now the argument just looks hypocritical when you have nothing to say about kataang #the actual canon ship devaluing both friendship and consent #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

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depressedgaywriting · 2 years

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Villain leaned against the wall, watching Hero flit through the crowd, a glittering mask over their face. The mask didn't glitter as well as their eyes did when they laughed.

Hero glanced across the room and Villain looked away abruptly, banishing their thoughts immediately. They weren't quite sure which villain Hero was here for, but they didn't care. They weren't jealous. They didn't care.

"Hi." Hero said. "I'm Fake Name."

Did the hero really not think they recognised them? They could pick out their walk in a crowd of a thousand. The way they kept tucking their hair behind their ears, kept glancing at the doors, kept twisting their ankle because they couldn't walk in heels.

"Hello, Fake Name." Villain replied, taking a sip of their champagne.

"You're gorgeous, you know."

Villain almost choked on their drink. "I do know, thank you. You too."

Hero stepped closer, running their hand up Villain's arm. "You wanna take this into the hallway?"

"Actually," Villain said. "I'm spoken for. Sorry."

"Really? Who? Tell me about them." They could hear Hero's curiosity seeping into their voice.

"Their name's Hero." they said, watching as the others green eyes widened. "They're wonderful. They're so beautiful, so smart... and of course, brilliant at undercover operations."

"You know it's me." Hero said slowly.

"Of course I fucking know it's you, Hero." That didn't mean it was a lie.

#NOT A PROMPT #hero x villain #villain x hero #enemies to lovers #gay #masquerade ball #dark acamedia #not a prompt #writing #angst #fiction #my writing #fantasy #idk #writeblr #writers on tumblr

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redinkscrawl · 3 months

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Redd Reviews: THE MASQUERADE by Seth Dickinson

Genre: SciFi/Fantasy

Major Tropes: Hero corruption arc, slow burn, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends, morally gray characters, women's wrongs, righteous rebellion, bury your gays*, unreliable narrator

Representation Rating: A

(brown lesbian mc, mostly LGBT and nonwhite characters, written by a queer?** author. Some disability rep but could be better/have more imo.)

*On the subject of bury your gays, there's nothing I can say that @canmom hasn't said better. But rest assured, while gays are buried, other gays survive and may even thrive.

**The only reference I can find to Seth Dickinson being queer is in that same blogpost by canmom, which states that Dickinson was questioning his pronouns on Twitter at that point in time. I can't find his Twitter, found no note of queerness on his website, and have only seen him referred to as he/him. That said, this is a wonderfully queer book, and it sure seems like a queer author wrote it.

Young and brilliant Baru Cormorant's home has been slowly invaded, slowly and insidiously taken over by the Empire of the Mask. So she vows her revenge. But what extremes will she have to go to to take down the empire from the inside?

Full of political and economic intrigue, ship battles and sword fights, and twists and turns, these books are the book series I've always wanted to write.

My Thoughts

Overall

"This is the truth. You will know because it hurts."

These books are fucking fascinating. The worldbuilding is strong, beautifully done, and incredibly interesting to boot. The characters are AMAZING and extremely rich. The fictional cultures are complex and gorgeous. The plot becomes increasingly more unhinged, beginning with accounting and political intrigue and ending with cancer cults. And the plot is so smart. So are the rest of the books. (Keep a dictionary handy!) Beauty and brutality in equal measure, these books may make you cry or laugh or both, but they'll definitely keep you turning pages.

My verdict: READ THESE BOOKS.

Book 1: The Traitor Baru Cormorant

This book is one I'll never forget. The highs are high, and the lows are low. If Dickinson has one gift, it's making you care about the accounting and minutiae of this damn rebellion. This book has so much heart it can hardly contain it, and a deep reverence for the common people, despite being about a savant in a powerful position acting against other individuals in powerful positions.

Baru as a character is just... chef's kiss. You root for her when she does good, you root for her when she does evil. It's all but impossible to not want her to succeed.

Fascinatingly, The Traitor Baru Cormorant works as a standalone novel, which makes sense since it originated as a short story. But this is a rare quality amongst firsts in fantasy series, I've found. To me this just demonstrates Dickinson's skill at storytelling.

The names of characters and places are frequently very difficult. I love them. Most characters have distinctly ethnic names, though not necessarily from real ethnicities. Many are difficult for my English-addled brain to pronounce, but they are beautiful and distinct. The world is exceptionally immersive.

If you didn't like the political intrigue and minutiae of A Song of Ice and Fire, you won't like this book. If you did, this is 100% the book for you.

The twists are delicious and the ending is ultra emotional, and expertly executed. I was sobbing. I wanted to throw the book, but I had to keep reading.

Rating: 👛👛👛👛👛/5

Book 2: The Monster Baru Cormorant

This book falters, just slightly, for me. It's still a fascinating, somehow quick read, but it just didn't hit me the way the other two books did. Baru spends a lot of time seemingly achieving nothing, and while every plot point is vital to Baru's character later on... they don't always seem worthwhile at the time. I just can't give The Monster Baru Cormorant a perfect score.

I don't like the switch to first person for Xate Yawa's POV. I found it jarring and out-of-place in a novel that is otherwise third person, and where Yawa is not the main character. This bothered me less and less as the novel went on (and into the next,) but still. The choice doesn't make sense to me, since we already get character's thoughts through the third person limited POV. I'd like to pick the author's brain about this.

I do love how much we learn about the world of The Masquerade in this book. The world expands exponentially, as evidenced by the expanded map. I'm kind of obsessed with the concept of trim; the concept that all things are connected to all things, and one should live accordingly, to put it simply. The Oriati culture is fascinating and just so, so beautiful.

Rating: 🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️.5/5

Book 3: The Tyrant Baru Cormorant

This book is INSANE. And gods, Seth Dickinson really keeps you reading! The tension is off the charts and the cliffhangers hit where it hurts. Some might call some of the cliffhangers cheap, but since the characters believe in the tension, I believe in the tension. That makes all the difference for me.

This book shines in the logistics. Clearly Dickinson did his research on, like, everything. Economics of course, but also ship parts and naval strategy and brain injury and every other detail I can't remember but that made the story feel so, so real.

The horrors released in this book shook me, and the hopes birthed in this book are delightfully optimistic in comparison. The end of this book is a relatively triumphant, happy ending...which is kind of crushing when you remember that there's going to at least be a fourth book.

I can't state enough that this book is crazy, but I can't tell you much more without spoilers. A definite page-turner. If you liked the first two books, you'll love this one.

Rating: 🗺️🗺️🗺️🗺️🗺️/5

Book 4: Upcoming

And I can't wait.

Rating: 🎭🎭🎭🎭🎭/5

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#fantasy #scifi #the traitor baru cormorant #baru cormorant #the masquerade #seth dickinson #butredd #bookblr #book review #enemies to lovers #slow burn #women's wrongs #hero corruption arc #book rec #book recs

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falling-star-cygnus · 8 months

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i sure like romantic dancing scenarios a lot for someone with two left feet and touch aversion

there’s something incredibly intimate about being perceived like that

#the mortifying ordeal of being known #dancing #ballroom dancing #masquerade ball #villain x hero #hero x villain #childhood friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #rivals to lovers #strangers to lovers #putting your soul in someone’s hands #two left feet #dance music #story prompt #it’s all about the eye contact #art prompt #ballet #waltz #street dance

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feith-rikya · 7 months

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All these characters are from an RPG campaign called; Gehenna's Gates, set in the world of Vampire The Masquerade. Feel free to ask any questions!

Anselm Godwyn:

A True-Brujah who earned his position as Archon due to his ability to control time. He was given the task of keeping tabs on London when the signs of Gehenna were already evident, hampered by a rather peculiar group of vampires and the reappearance of a beloved face lost centuries ago.

Danya Vetranov: A charming Ravnos with a difficult past. Her sire took her to the circus for her extraordinary divination skills, and for many years that place was her home. The events she experienced in London had a radical impact on her life, pushing her to become the human soul of her coterie. She has a natural talent for bringing people together and considers those close to her as her family. She's willing to do anything to protect them, without any hesitation.

Rudolf the Vile: Ex soldier whose life and non-life are shrouded in mystery. The few people who have a close relationship with him know that his Embrace was neither the most conventional nor the most pleasant. He committed horrific war crimes when he was alive, but no one knows exactly what or why. His atypical Embrace and the atrocities committed in his life contributed to making him a monster condemned to forever be damned for his crimes and tormented by the innocent souls whose lives he had taken. He already suffered from a severe form of OCD when he was alive, a condition that only got worse after the transformation. On the outside he appears as a serious and gloomy individual, and his cold character and retrograde ideas do not make him the most pleasant person to be around.

Danya Vetranov & anselm Godwyn & Rudolf the Vile/Danseldolf:

Unfortunately, this is not a canon ship, although it would solve many of the problems within the game. It would be dishonest to deny that Danya ever thought about it. It's a bit of a complicated situation and she's a bit kinky.

Initially, there was Anselm, a charming True Brujah, rich and attractive but also ancient and deeply connected to the Camarilla. This led him down a path opposite to the love of his life, who was ready to fight him to protect his friends. Danya made many attempts to convince him to change his mind, but he downplayed her concerns, considering them typical of a young vampire who didn't know the world. Ultimately, they both fell victim to the demon Ekron, who entwined their story with lies and deceit, leading the coterie to fight against and kill Anselm.

At the moment when Anselm seemed to have lost his mind, Rudolf entered the scene, a grumpy, meticulous and old-fashioned vampire who seemed to care neither for himself nor for others. Rudolf was drawn to Danya's light like a wounded moth and offered himself completely to her, despite her uncertainties and her desire to somehow bring Anselm back to her. (I don't rule out the possibility of a love potion, perhaps prepared by Lilith herself.)

But in the end, Anselm died and Danya accepted the love of the former soldier, starting a stable relationship destined to last. However, Anselm's story was not over yet. Inexplicably, his ghost reappeared, remaining as linked to Danya as he was in life, but in a more tangible form. Initially, coexistence was impossible, with grudges on both sides that threatened to lead to their ruin. However, during a confrontation, the truth emerged. Most of the atrocities attributed to Anselm, such as the extermination of the Ventrue clan, the destruction of the Circus, and the constant harassment, had been orchestrated by the demon Ekron, who had assumed the identity of the Archon. The ravnos had been tricked into killing the man she loved, while the powerful and ancient True Brujah had lost her identity under her nose and threatened Danya and her friends, driving away her one true love .

So, Anselm decided to teach Danya her power, her Temporis, giving her the tools to defeat the demon that had ruined everyone's lives. Rudolf, although not enthusiastic about the time they spent together, accepted the situation for the greater good, knowing that Anselm could not do much in the state he was in.

Anselm became a master to Danya, almost a sire to her, helping her with the discipline and management of the government, ultimately easing her resentment towards her. Feeling deeply guilty for her death, Danya tried in every way to make Anselm's life more pleasant, even doing things that such an ancient vampire considered unusual.

On the other hand, Rudolf still held all of her resentment for her, remembering every insult, every slight, and every blow she had received from the True Brujah during their last fight. The two men managed to reach an agreement only when they were forced to collaborate, while the rest of the time they spent with subtle insults and barbs that Danya had to constantly appease.

There's still a lot to tell about them, but I'll stop here for now. You are welcome to ask additional questions if you are curious.

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #vampire #camarilla #ravnos #lasombra #true brujah #my art #love triangle #enemies to lovers #lost love #vtm npc #vtm oc #vtm art

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latibuleofwords · 10 months

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She sipped her wine as she surveyed the ballroom. People dancing left and right, whose identities were hidden by glamorous and some even over-the-top eye masks. Being in a room with mob leaders and high-profile criminals was not what she had in mind when she said she wanted to have an eventful evening.

One tiny slip up could have my head cut off, she thought to herself.

After a bit of glancing here and there, she finally located her target. Apparently he had some information that deemed useful.

She adjusted her eye mask and made her way across the ballroom. Just as she was about to take another step, she felt someone tug her back by her hand until she crashed into them. She looked up to find a pair of grey eyes belonging to the person she despised with her whole being.

She let out a string of curses before keeping one of her hands on his shoulder and the other holding one of his, as they swayed to the music.

"What the hell are you doing here?", she gritted out in anger.

"I couldn't possibly let you win, can I?", he replied, eyes glittering with amusement.

"Well, I'm just going to have to beat you to it", she said with a smirk.

Before he could decipher what she said, she stepped on his foot, digging the pointed heel until he grunted in pain and loosened his hold on her.

She takes this opportunity to break away from him and disappears into the crowd.

His eyes search for her everywhere until they find her at the top of the staircase, looking at him over her shoulder with a smirk before sauntering away.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek in annoyance.

Things are just getting started.

#excerpt #dark #enemies to lovers #love #masquerade party #spilled ink #things are just getting started

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arson-773 · 2 years

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oh to be at a masquerade ball dancing with my enemy unknowingly with a dagger strapped to my thigh.

#dark acamedia #masquerade ball #enemies #enemies to lovers #fantasy #booklover #books and libraries #book prompts

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acinomthecat · 2 years

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Hot Prompt:

Shy hero and polite/regal villain ballroom dance together.

May or not know each other’s identities, optional masquerade.

Villain: Why so tense darling?

Hero: I… ummm… never danced like this…

Villain: It’s alright dear, let me guide you…

#hero x villain #shy!hero #nice!villain #enemies to lovers #ballroom #masquerade ball #prompt #hero x villain prompt

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rosietrace · 1 year

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here I thought I won't be doing more Victoria but it looks like I grew attached to this noble fae lady 👀

Here have a rough sketch

I gave her a white butterfly mask 👀

okay thats enough brainrot

Don't worry, we're both suffering from the brainrot XD

Also- Holy crap, Vic looks so beautiful- thanks for the rough sketch :3

There's like a small part of my brain that's going "Y'know, she's kinda contrasting Malleus with their aesthetics" right now-

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #victoria shard #twst ask #twst asks #oc asks!#oc ask #oc asks #oc art #mutuals ask #mutuals <3 #mutuals #paired vic with malleus because i love me some enemies to lovers #victoria x malleus #twst glorious masquerade #glorious masquerade

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cuthbert-beckett · 2 years

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Beckett/Sascha for the ship meme ofc

HELL YEAH

#enemies to friends to lovers AIAIAISKKSJDNRNRNFNNRJR #i feel like them being friends with benefits makes more sense #but the POTENTIAL #new fics pls #sascha vykos #cuthbert beckett #vtm #vampire the masquerade #world of darkness #white wolf

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tiktoksinspo · 2 years

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Your Fantasy Aesthetic based on your Zodiac Sign: Aries

#Fantasy Aesthetic #Fantasy #Aesthetics #Nice #Inspo #Zodiac Signs #Aries #Spy #masquerade ball #Enemies to lovers #Action #Villain #Six of crows vibes #tiktok #tiktoks #@skyereadss

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illumeew · 3 months

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sniped | xiaoven (prologue)

Summary: ‘Xiao’ is a mercenary discharged by ‘Rex Lapis’ to search for and assassinate a well-known and influential man who controls the underground. ‘Barbatos’—a name feared even by the disciples of Morax and Beelzebub—a man with words as beautiful and punctual as they are vexing and keen. They say his words can pierce through even the most cunning and secretive. Xiao’s little mask wouldn’t stay holding on for too long.

Tags: Mention of (correlation to something being a) su1cide mission, Talks of death (being KIA)

A/N: i'm aware a lot of people are going to be very confused with the terminologies, so a list of them will be provided after the prologue. don't worry, these terms can be found in-game so you won't be too confused :D

“Can you hear yourself? Having this poor boy be assigned an assassination is as if you’re sending him on a suicide mission!” The lady across the room yelled, clearly furious at the man with a brown head a few yards away from her. “Zhong-” she hesitated and clenched her jaw for a few seconds before speaking up once again. “You saw how the last attempt with Vajrada’s Tenryou went with Decarabian. Half of their guards were wiped out just from a single bombed area they were ignorantly lured into.

“If 20 men can’t accomplish this mission, Rex Lapis, how so with a boy much younger than them?”

The man sighed, eyes staring intently between the lady, Guizhong—and the boy who called himself Alatus. “I will admit that with this mission, I would be sending him out to die and fend for himself throughout the whole night,” The words Guizhong wanted to hear from him had finally come out and he saw her eyes glisten, which prompted him to continue, “But I think—no—I know he would at least come out uninjured—or better—alive.”

Guizhong grumbled under her breath, her fingers running through the front of her hair to the back, ready to retort. “Rex Lapis-”

“Guizhong, I understand your worry for the people we dispatch in our missions, but I have great faith that he’ll return with information.” Rex Lapis reassured the woman, who looked up at him through her hair. He turned to the boy sitting on one of the two chairs in front of his desk. “That’s alright with you, yes?” he asked.

The boy stared at him bewildered for a second before nodding twice. “Yes, sir.”

“Please, refer to me without the formal practices,” Rex Lapis turned away, fixing the documents and files on his table before handing them to the boy. “Simply Rex Lapis is fine during meetings but Zhongli when outside. We can’t have any information within Prithiva leaked out.”

‘Zhongli? Alright.’ The boy repeated the name as he took the files. ‘Zhongli, Rex Lapis.’

“Yes, Rex Lapis.”

Rex Lapis smiled slightly and pondered for a moment. “Xiao. That is what you’ll be referring to in Prithiva.” For a second, he noticed Guizhong’s eyes on him, but he paid no mind to it. “Good luck, Xiao. I’ll always be here awaiting your progress.”

TERMINOLOGIES:

Prithiva Topaz - Organization under Rex Lapis (Liyue) Vajrada Amethyst - Organization under Raiden (Inazuma) Tenryou - Vajrada's army of guards; its office is responsible for managing security and military affairs concerning the organization

Note: Most of the time, only the first part of the organization's name are used by the characters (e.g. "Vayuda is led by Barbatos") because they might be too long to pronounce. However, their full organization names are used when documentations are presented or being read out loud by characters such as news articles and such.

Thank you for reading woohoo!!

#xiaoven #xiao #venti #genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #venti genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfics #illumeew's works #genshin headcanons #masquerade au #fiction #writers on tumblr #venxiao #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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