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marsprincess889 · 17 days

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Basic themes of nakshatras

May edit this later, this is as far as I understand and have observed them, and I think it's pretty nice to see them simply.

Ashwini:

Newness, freshness, the unmanifest, speed, energy, vitality, instinct, healing, fast healing, unlimited energy, self-expression, selfishness, blocking outside noise, trusting yourself, self-empowerment, unfiltered actions.

Things that remind me of Ashwini: bees, the sun, horses, two white horses, golden deserts, horses gallopping, honey, long hair flying in the wind, apples.

Bharani:

Love, death, sex, the female, the feminine, limitations, the material, fate, destiny, coming into the body, struggling against limitations, struggling against fate, mind trapped in its own hell because of the inevitable, dealing with the harshness of life, harshness of mothers and mother nature, the hierarchy, privileges and deprivations, desire, going after your true desire, the immortality of the soul, adapting to changes, passion, tragic love, bravery, facing the truth, choicelessness, nessecity, revenge, violence, gatekeeping, reduction, denial of access, conquering your fate, everlasting beauty.

Things that remind me of Bharani: hot pink and black, darkness, roses, the yoni, gateways, keyholes, caverns, boats, rivers, the damsel in distress, fantasy, high fantasy.

Krittika:

Adam, the main character, naming things, language, rationality, precision, sharpness, criticism, the poet, the "it" person, simplicity, cleanliness, expressing oneself, selectivity, the heat, the knowledge, the light, masculine ideals, stoicism, selectivity.

Things that remind me of Krittika: knives, razors, lighers, sparks, fire, hearth, cooking.

Rohini:

Eve, sugar babies, growth, receptivity, enjoyment, pleasure, unrefined, doted on, subconcious, absorbtion, sharing, union, creation, the youngest daughter, naivete, feeling no shame.

Things that remind me of Rohini: sugar, stickiness, sweetness, heaviness, red, pink, flowers, the A.I(lol).

Mrigashira:

Distraction, realization, fickleness, adventure, running away, chasing, the hunt, excitement, softness, pleasure, altering conciousness, magic substances(iykwim), curiosity, fulfillment, insatiability, teasing.

Things that remind me of Mrigashira: silver threads, deer, green forests, green and blue, running in the woods, alcohol, the moon.

Ardra:

Disillusion, crying, lamenting, awareness of others, awarness of other's expectations, hyper-awarness of everything, intellect, the rational mind, pressures from society, rebelling against society, anxiety.

Things that remind me of Ardra: tears, water, storms, technology, teenage angst, emo culture, the rain, sad songs, dogs.

Punarvasu:

Mercy, forgiveness, permission, freedom, flying, expansion, gentleness, regrowing, realigning, returning, home, unconditional love and nurture, celebration, peace, peacefulness, centering oneself, sunlight, warmth, fostering, taking care, being taken care of, luck, unlimited fertile space, shelter, genuine kindness, believing in humanity again, cycles, patterns, seeing the cycles and the patterns, predicting future, openness, second (and third, fouth...) chances, a comeback.

Things that remind me of Punarvasu: staying at home, pets, plants, cats, gentle rain, a bow and arrows, a target.

Pushya:

Asceticism, routines, self-restraint, servitude, control, self-control, working, working on yourself, patience, simplicity, striving for perfection, nurturing, nourishment, quiet ambition.

Things that remind me of Pushya: milk, milkmaids, country life, milking, symmetry, goats, sheep.

Ashlesha:

Manipulation, abuse, poison, emotional abuse, blackmail, resorting to everything for safety, protection, pent up energy, the nervous system, purity, water, sensitivity, cleanliness, energetic build-up, tension, restraint, preservation, self-preservation, virginity, feminine tactics, being "mean" for protection, lying for safety, sensuality, mother issues, agitation.

Things that remind me of Ashlesha: the color white, transparent things, cats, poisoning, snow white, Sofia Coppola films, teenage girlhood, ties, strings, knots, snakes.

Magha:

Royalty, power, ancestry, family trees, history, the past, regality, honoring the past, honoring the elders, honoring the authority, religion, traditions, customs, confidence, ego.

Things that remind me of Magha: crowns, thrones, churches, goth culture, the smoke.

Purva Phalguni:

Pleasure, enjoyment, being spoiled as the feminine, loving to spoil as the masculine, procreation, sex, leisure, art, holidays, parties, exclusivity, pride, charisma, sexual dispersion, love as a method of self-expression, admiration, directness, active pursuit of your passions.

Things that remind me of Purva Phalguni: fruits, eating fruits topless, rose gold color, the "rizz"(lol), the phallus, dramaticism.

Uttara Phalguni:

Favors from friends, family and partners, contracts, beneficial agreements, the perfect wife, likeability, popularity, friendliness, appearing cool, stoicism, beneficial arrangements, gaining power through partnerships, self-expression through relationships.

Things that remind me of Uttara Phalguni: the "chads", simplicity, genuine friends, loyal companions, the perfect male stereotype.

Hasta:

The earth, the veiled feminine, manipulation, denial of access, materialism, cheating, everyday matters, empowerment of women, deception, skill, seeking knowledge, wanting to be in control, activism, street-smarts, manipulation of masses.

Things that remind me of Hasta: the hand, Goddess Persephone, skilled hands, thieves, easy money, fairies, witches.

Chitra:

Crafting, building, perspective, truth, law, gems, sacrifice for your craft, vanity, stereotypes, aesthetics, the truth in stereotypes, building based on the law and the truth, the surface of things, the appearance of things, the substance reflected in the vessel, gossip, cliques.

Things that remind me of Chitra: the god Hephestos, martian gods in general, jewelry, fashion, make-up, drama, pettiness, the coquette aesthetic, pranksters, Olivia Rodrigo(ig).

Swati:

Space, the cosmos, shifting realities, love, rebellion, alternate realities, possibilities, seeing beauty in everything, inspiration, art, the cosmic egg, creation of the world, creation of worlds, microcosm and macrocosm, freedom through love.

Things that remind me of Swati: video games, the wind, plants beggining to sprout, the sword, technology.

Vishakha:

The lightning, snapping, splitting, joining opposites, compromise, marriage, repressed anger, repressed aggression, alter egos, passion, enthusiasm, standing up for yourself and others, repression and then expression, energy, love and hate.

Things that remind me of Vishakha: lighning bolts, Zeus, Thor and other lighning gods, superhero "Shazam", celebrations.

Anuradha:

Friendship, devotion, depth, loyalty, unconditional loyalty, bonds, the occult, sex with love, numbers, gatherings, friend groups, groups, gentleness, humbleness, discipline, seriousness, organizing society, social groups.

Things that remind me of Anuradha: the color burgundy, dim lights, bunnies, "Sex Education" (tv show), sci-fi (for some reason), "The Vampire Diaries" (and very similar teen shows), frat boys, cheerleaders.

Jyeshta:

The battlefield, war, hunger, thirst, insatiability, conquering, the underdog, street-smarts, competition, strategy, extreme independence, mind games, the art of war, survival, ruling, rising above, self-reliance, wisdom, becoming the authority, the eldest, dryness, trust issues, enemies, destroying enemies, outsmarting all enemies.

Things that remind me of Jyeshta: grandmothers, owls, eagles, dry places, flags, marching, chess.

Mula:

Horror, the abnormal, the truth, the core, the center, the absorbing darkness, the black hole, the roots, violence against falsehoods, seeking the truth, seeking the cause, seeking roots, uprooting, chaos, from chaos to order, the unchanging truth, taming beasts, holding to your truth.

Things that remind me of Mula: "Phanton of the Opera", "Twilight", final girls, horror movies, dark murky green, the wilderness.

Purva Ashadha:

Art, beauty, alliances, artistry, ideals, fighting for the ideal, discrimination, exclusivity, philosophies about beauty and art, passion for love and art, attachments, secrecy, luxury, vitality, vigor, going for victory.

Things that remind me of Purva Ashadha: the sea, seafoam, goddess Aphrodite, seashells, mermaids, sirens, fans (the ones you hold in your hand lol), Arwen from LotR.

Uttara Ashadha:

Victory, loneliness, individuality, government, empowerment, independence, being looked up to, composed self-expression, ease, simplicity but regality, confidence, self-assuredness, melancholy and hardships of aloneness but contentment, stoicism, invincibility, unapologetic behavior.

Things that remind me of Uttara Ashadha: earnest people, goddess Nike.

Shravana:

Connecting everything, secret knowledge, interest in everything, reading between the lines, subconcious access, extreme sensitivity, holding the humanity together, secret agencies, percieving what others can't percieve, saving humanity, navigating, receptivity, mysticism.

Things that remind me of Shravana: Superman, Geralt of Rivia, Aragorn, King arthur, pathways, footprints, ear, color blue, spies, astrology, outcasts, fringe societies.

Dhanishta:

Celebration, celebrities, fame, visibility, aggression, agitation, action, bringing people together, idols, propaganda, wealth from fame, that which attracts attention, public image, benefits and downsides of fame, openness and flashiness, branding.

Things that remind me of Dhanishta: supermodels, Princess Diana, dancing, rhythmic drums.

Shatabhisha:

Complexities, seeing everything, lurking in shadows, holding the knowledge, secrets, secrecy, hiding, technology, innovation, being ahead of your time, advising but manipulating, society, the collective, trends, the conciousness of masses.

Things that remind me of Shatabhisha: midnight sky, stars, the seas, water reservoirs, the circle, the all-seeing eye of Sauron(lol), Lord of the Rings, rings, the movie "Stardust" (the book too).

Purva Bhadrapada:

Notoriety, expansion, uncontrolled expansion, persmissiveness, growth to ruin unless restrained, fighting for your soul, the scapegoat, going against society, getting tested, the point of no return.

Things that remind me of Purva Bhadrapada: gangs, famous criminals, laziness, femme fatales, the grotesque, deserts, werewolves, the black sheep.

Uttara Bhadrapada:

Finding grace, hardships, working, inner strength, steeliness, resilience, patience, restraint, contol, self-restraint and self-control, bravery, honesty, stubbornness, fighting for your truth, perfect control, freedom through limitations, seeking a permanent foundation built on truth, working for the foundation, long-term goals, innocence, purity of soul, stillness, refinement.

Things that remind me of Uttara Bhadrapada: butterflies, clouds, baby blue color, Cinderella, warriors, knights, ice, coldness, queens, ice-queen, dragons, water dragons, deep waters.

Revati:

Ultimate freedom, creativity, wisdom, gentleness, compassion, guiding, herding, fun, laughter, mischief, lightnness, ease, finding peace, reaching the end, enjoying what you have, contentment, nurturing, open-mindedness, conclusions, gratefulness, freedom and free will, having choices, diversity, finding the truth, true wealth.

Things that remind me of Revati: shepherds, everything easy and light, the tricksters, the fool, jokes, Loki, The Joker, fish, comedy, the movie "A Fish Called Wanda", caring for everyone and everything.

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themodernwitchsguide · 8 months

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greek god epithets (pt.2)

this post includes hades, persephone, aphrodite, hermes, apollo, artemis, dionysus, and hekate. for part one including zeus, hera, demeter, ares, athena, poseidon and hephaestus click here

HADES:

-PLOUTON= of wealth

-THEON CHTHONIUS= god of the underworld

-POLYSEMANTOR= ruler of many

-POLYDEGMON/POLYXENUS= host of many

-NECRODEGMON= receiver of the dead

-NECRON SOTER= savior of the dead

-ADESIUS= of grace

-STYGIUS= from the Styx

-URAGUS= of fire

-NIGER DEUS= the black god

PERSEPHONE:

APHRODITE:

-CHTHONIA= of the earth

-CARPOPHORUS= bringer of fruit

-SOTEIRA= the savior

-MEGALA THEA= the great Goddess

-HAGNE= the pure/holy one

-DAEIRA= the knowing one

-PRAXIDICE= the exacter of justice

-PROTOGONE= the first born

-BRIMO= the dreaded/vengeful

HERMES:

-URANIA= of heavenly/divine love

-PANDEMOS= common to all people

-MACHANITIS= the diviser/contriver

-EPISTROPHIA= she who turns to love

-CALASCOPIA= the spying/all seeing

-PSITHYRISTES= the whispering

-PRAXIS= of sexual action

-MELAENIS= the black

-SYMMACHIA= the ally in love

-APATURUS= the deceptive one

-NYMPHIA= the bridal

-MIGONTIS= of unions

-DORITIS= the bountiful

-MORPHO= of shapely form

-AMBOLOGERA= the postponer of old age

-NICEPHORUS= the bringer of victory

-HOPLISMENA= the armed

-EUPLOEA= of fair voyages

-PONTIA= of the sea

-LIMENIA= of the harbor

-XENIA= of hospitality to foreigners

-PHILOMIDES= the laughter loving

-APHROGENEIA/APHROGENES= the foam born

-PHILOMMEDES= the genital loving

-CHRYSEA= the golden

-DIA= the golden/shining

-POTHON MATER= the mother of desire

-EUSTEPHANUS= the richly crowned/the well girdled

-EN KIPIS= of vegetation/agricultural fertility

APOLLO:

-EPIMELIUS= keeper of the flocks

-OEOPOLUS= the shepherd

-AGORAEUS= of the market place

-DOIUS= of crafts/wiles

-ENAGONIUS= of the games

-PROMACHUS= the champion

-HERMENEUTES= the interpreter/translator (of the gods)

-TRICEPHALUS= the three headed

-DIACTORUS= the guide/messenger

-ATHANATUS DIACTORUS= the immortal guide

-ANGELUS MACARON/ANGELUS ATHANATON= messenger of the divine

-CHRYSORRHAPIS= of the golden wand

-CLEPSIPHRON= the deceiver

-MECHANIOTES= the trickster/contriver

-PHELETES= the thief/robber/rustler

-ARCHUS PHELETEON= leader of robbers/thieves

-POECILOMETES/POLYTROPUS= the wily

-DAIS HETAERUS= comrade of the feast

-CHARIDOTES= giver of joy

-CHARMOPHRON= the glad-hearted

-DOTOR EAON= giver of good things

-ACACETA= the guileless/gracious

-EUSCOPUS= the keen sighted/watchful

-CYDIMUS/ERICYDES/AGLAUS= the glorious/famous/splendid

-CRATUS/CRATERUS= the strong/mighty

-POMPAEUS= the guide

ARTEMIS:

-THEARIUS= of the oracle

-PROUPSIUS= the foreseeing

-CLERIUS= of distribution by lot

-CLEDONES= of omens

-HECATUS= the shooter from afar/the archer

-AGRAEUS= of the hunt/the hunter

-MUSAGETES= the leader of the Muses

-ULIUS= of good health

-PAEON= the healer

-ACESIUS= of healing

-ALEXICACUS= averter of evil/harm

-EPICURIUS= the succoring/helping

-BOEDROMIUS= the rescuer

-LYCIUS= of the wolves

-SMINTHEUS= of the mice

-DELPHINIUS= of the dolphin

-ACTIUS= of the foreshore

-THEOXENIUS= the god of foreigners

-ARGYEUS= of streets/public places/entrances to homes

-VIROTUTIS= the benefactor of humanity

DIONYSUS:

-AGROTERA= of the hunt

-PHERAEA= of the beasts

-ELAPHAEA= of the deer

-DAPHNAEA= of the laurel tree

-CEDREATIS= of the cedar tree

-CARYAE/CARYATIS= of the walnut tree

-LIMNAEA/LIMNATUS= of the lake

-HELEIA= of the marshes

-EURYNOME= of broad pastures

-LYCAEA= of the wolves

-LEUCOPHRYNE= of the white (bird)

-PAEDOTROPHUS= the nurse of children

-PHILOEIRAX= the friend of young girls

-ORSILOCHIA= the helper of childbirth

-SELASPHORUS/PHOSPHORUS= the light bringer

-SOLEIRA= the saviour

-HEMERASIA= she who soothes

-HYMNIA= of the hymns

-HEGEMORE= the leader of dances/choir

-ARISTE= the best/the excellent

-EUCLEIA= of good repute

-CALLISTE= the very beautiful

-BASILEIS= the princess

-HIEREIA= the priestess

-HEURIPPA= the horse finder

-PEITHO= the persuasive

-PYRONIA= of the fire

HEKATE:

-BROMIUS= the noisy/boisterous

-MAENOLES= the mad/raging

-NYCTELIUS= of the night

-LAMPTERUS= of the torches

-HESTIUS= of the feast

-PHALLEN= the phallic

-ANDROGYNUS= the androgynous (of sexuality, he bed all genders)

-PHLEON= the luxuriant

-STAPHYLITES= of the grape

-OMPHACITES= of the unripe grape

-LENAEUS= of the wine press

-THEOENUS= the god of wine

-AGATHUS DAEMON= the good spirit (as in a ghost, not a drink)

-OENOPS= the wine-dark

-ACRATOPHORUS= the bringer of mixed wine

-CISSEUS= of the ivy

-CITIOPHORUS= the ivy bearer

-ANTHION= of the flowers

-CISTOPHORUS= the basket bearer

-DIMETOR= twice born

-IRAPHIOTES= the goat child

-AEGOBOLUS= the goat slayer

-MELANAEGIS= of the black goat-skin

-ANTHROPORRAESTUS= the man slayer

-LYSIUS= of release

-ELEUTHEREUS= of liberation/freedom

-PSILAX= uplifted on wings

-SAOTES/SOTERIUS= the savior

-AESYMNETES= the dictator

-POLITES= the citizen

-MYSTES= of mysteries

-CHTHONIUS= of the earth

-MELPOMENUS= the singer/of the tragic plays

-BRIMO= the dreaded/the vengeful

-CHTHONIA= of the earth

-DESPOINA= the goddess/our lady

-ENODIA= of the crossroads

-AENAOS= the eternal/the ever loving

-AGLAOS= the beautiful/the bright

-APOTROPAIA= the one that protects

-EROTOTOKOS= the bringer of love

-INDALIMOS= the beautiful

-KLEIDOUCHOS= the keeper of the keys of Hades

-KOUROTRPHOS= the nurse of children

-PHOSPHOROUS/LAMPADEPHOROUS= the bringer/bearer of light

-SOTERIA= the savior

-TRIMORPHE- the three formed

-TRIODIA/TRIODITIS= she who frequents crossroads

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cinebration · 1 year

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Only Ours (Geralt of Rivia x Reader) [Request]

Geralt x fem!reader. Old friends find each other again after many years apart. Used to be lovers or almost lovers (up to you) that parted ways due to circumstances out of their control. They still care for each other a great deal and reminisce about their past together and what could've been. Can end up together or not. Not looking for angst per se, more just wistful, bittersweet tone. Thank you!—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: lamberts

In all the taverns in all the world, you walked into the one Geralt had been forced to take refuge in to give Roach a rest and to escape the rain. He noticed you first—not because he saw you, but because your familiar scent constricted his chest and made his nostrils flare. Glancing up from under his damp hood, he tracked your movements across the tavern as you went up to the barkeep and slapped coins onto the bar, calling out an order of thighs and a flagon of ale.

The barkeep happily obliged.

Balancing your plate in one hand and clutching your flagon in the other, you surveyed the dearth of available tables.

Geralt tensed as your attention moved closer and closer to him. The pain in his chest tightened, made it hard to breathe. He desperately wanted you to notice him, while at the same time he wanted to hide.

He remained frozen.

Your gaze passed over him, then shifted back, recognition dawning instantly. A faint, tentative smile pulled on your lips as you slowly made your way over.

You looked better than he remembered. He didn’t understand how—you were no sorceress—but the fact remained you did. He pushed off the hood as you reached the table and set down your dishes, your eyes never leaving his.

“Geralt,” you murmured, surprise and hesitation in your mellifluous voice.

He murmured your name back, the sound of it sacred on his lips. He hadn’t spoken it since you last parted years before.

“It’s wonderful to see you,” you continued, your voice still soft, as though afraid to spook him like a deer. “How long has it been?”

“Eight years, give or take.” The rasp of his words sounded worse than usual, perhaps worse.

“Closer to nine, I think.”

And Geralt knew you had been counting, just like he had.

Staring down into his tankard, he watched the foam shift as the liquid sloshed underneath it. The din of the tavern faded to the background, all his attention arrested by your presence. The smell of you, the close proximity, made his head spin.

“You look good,” you said.

He chuffed a laugh. “For a right bastard.”

Chuckling, you bit into the chicken thigh, chewed as you scrutinized his face. He wondered what you saw there, anxiety sparking beneath his skin the longer you looked. Would you see the Butcher of Blaviken, the White Wolf? Or would you only see him, as you always had before?

“I hear stories of hard times for you.”

A chill slithered down his spine. “Still a mind reader, I see.”

“Your eyes don’t lie, Witcher.”

Grunting, he shrugged and covered his expression with a long swallow of his ale.

“Well, there’re stories of hard times for me, too,” you added when he set his tankard down. The momentary flicker of a haunted look in your eyes made his fist clench tighter around the tankard. “But I’ve no interest in recounting those and ruining the evening.”

“I’m told talking helps,” he noted dryly.

“Not here.” You gestured with your chin at the other patrons in the tavern. “Prying ears and all that.”

He nodded. “What do we talk about, then?”

A sly smile pulled at your lips. “Did you ever find that griffin?”

Snorting, he shook his head. “Low-hanging fruit, mind reader.”

“What? No reunion is complete without mention of the griffin!”

“Give it a rest.”

“So I take it you did not find it.”

“No, I did.”

You waited for an elaboration. The faintest smirk touched his mouth. “You didn’t take it out, I know that. I would’ve heard, what with that bard immortalizing you and whatnot.”

He remained silent, enjoying the agitation building up in you.

“Pfft. If I had to guess, you found it and got new scars for your trouble with no head for a prize.”

The smirk faltered.

“I knew it!”

“Mind reader,” he groused, but his eyes were bright with amusement.

“See, should’ve had me by your side for that. Maybe I would have taken its head while you gave it new meat to chew on.”

“Hardly. You would be lucky to snatch a few feathers.”

Clicking your tongue in disagreement, you countered, “No way am I doing that again.”

“How disappointing. I rather enjoyed watching you prance around.”

You laughed. “I bet you did!”

Geralt offered another chuffed laugh, feeling himself filling with the warmth of your presence and the brightness of your smile. Neither had he ever forgotten, but his memory didn’t compare to the flesh-and-blood vision before him.

“I’ve missed you,” you said, reading his mind once again.

He didn’t know how to answer that, the tightness in his chest making it hard to breathe, let along speak. You nodded as though you knew his response, however, and offered him a smile that threatened to shatter him.

“I shouldn’t have let you leave.”

You glanced up from your plate, then shrugged. “We didn’t have a choice, Geralt.”

“There’s always a choice.”

“Not an acceptable one.”

“Acceptable varies by degrees.”

“I know,” you whispered, staring down at your food. Shaking your head, you looked back up at him, regret fading into a rueful smile. “But it didn’t kill us, the separation.”

“Something died.”

Silence weighed heavy in the space between you.

You sighed quietly. “Things are what they are. I’ve accepted that.”

He grunted, not trusting his words.

“Still, sometimes I think about…I never did work up the nerve, did I?”

“Your nerve was never in question.”

“I’m not blaming you. I could have taken the initiative as much as you.”

“Fine,” he conceded. “We both were too afraid.”

You nodded, the rueful smile returning. “Funny how much that fear pales in comparison to the things we’ve seen in the last few years.”

Grunting again, he lifted his tankard and met your gaze. Lifting yours, you clinked the metal cups softly, the ringing sound of their meeting subdued.

“I’m surprised the bard doesn’t know the story,” you said after swallowing a sip of the ale. “Our story, if that’s what we can call it.”

“I didn’t tell him.”

“Why not? It’s exactly the kind of thing bards would kill to sing about.”

“Because it’s ours,” Geralt growled. “Only ours.”

#Geralt of Rivia x Reader #Geralt of Rivia #Geralt of Rivia imagine #Geralt x Reader #Geralt #Geralt imagine #Henry Cavill x Reader #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill imagine #The Witcher #requests

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after-witch · 1 year

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Fresh Blood [Yandere L x Vampire!Reader]

Title: Fresh Blood [Yandere L x Vampire!Reader]

Synopsis: Vampires aren’t real. Everyone knows that. Except for L Lawliet, who knows the truth: vampires are very, very much real… and you’re one of them.

Word Count: 2400ish

Notes: yandere, mentions of death and non-graphic violence, reader is a vampire

You haven’t seen the sunrise in several lifetimes. And you would never see it again, unless you were eager to burst into flames and turn into nothing but crumbling, black dust.

It wasn’t true that vampires were weak against garlic (you didn’t mind it, on nights when you ate human food); or crosses (pretty things, especially in silver); or even gunshots (though they hurt like a bitch). But the sun, well--the sun was a surefire way to turn what was immortal into nothing at all.

So, the sunrise was out. So were all the little things that went with it; glistening dewdrops and deer making their way to the edge of the forest in the dappled light of the sunrise. The soft call of birds waking up the world. The quiet, hum of life beginning in the city, in the country, everywhere and anywhere.

But… you don’t regret this loss anymore. Once, when poked and prodded by someone else in your clan during one of their melancholy bouts, you’d quipped: “I’m just not a morning person--it’s fate!” and flashed your sweetest grin.

Your morning had been replaced by the night. Though, thanks to the advent of incredibly efficient blackout blinds and curtains, you could usually wake up a bit earlier and get a few things in before you headed out for the evening. For blood or clan meetings or--more common--both.

You love the routine that it creates, really. You wake up. You shower. You watch a little TV, if you’re in the mood. You might practice the piano or rearrange some books in your library. And then you get dressed--something modest, elegant; your closet was filled with classic pantsuits and expensive silver jewelry that shined in the evening light--and leave.

And in that evening, that black evening, who knows what you’ll do? Who you’ll meet or eat, what you’ll see.

And when the darkness begins to wane, you head home. You shower. You throw your clothes, if they’re bloody, into cold water to soak for the night. You change into pajamas. You go into your bedroom. You lock the door. You lock the windows. You sleep, dreamless, in the dark.

And then you wake up the next evening and start everything over again.

Someone has been inside your apartment. Someone has been inside your apartment.

Someone has been inside your apartment.

The thought repeats itself in your brain until it becomes a boiling, blurry scream that threatens to burst out of your chest. Your fingers clench into fists, and if you could bleed, it would be pouring out from the sharpness of your nails digging into your palm.

There is a hair in your sink. It’s not your hair. It’s black, somewhat long, curled up against the white porcelain like a baby. Something that anyone else might dismiss, shrug away, or miss entirely. But the sight of it is as obvious to you as a smear of red blood against the porcelain tile.

Your fingers reach out, trembling, and grasp the offending hair in your fingertips.

You stick your tongue to it, thinking--desperately, your enraged brain becoming somewhat delirious--you might be able to track the offender down by their taste. But it’s hair, disconnected from anything living, and all it does is make you peel it off and toss it into the trash in a fit.

Who would dare enter your domain? A vampire's home was their sanctuary. Invitations were everything. Especially to you, who guarded yourself so securely; you aimed to get to the top of society, and you didn’t do that by throwing open your home to anyone who waltzed nearby.

So who… the fuck… has been in your house?

You’re a vampire.

The revelation is not something that L cares to share with anyone else, although he will eventually have to tell Watari about it in order to pull through with the logistics of his plans. The information is, strictly speaking, need-to-know. And who else would believe him?

But the pathways this knowledge opened up were surely something he could appreciate. Vampires were real. So what else was real? What else, dismissed as a ridiculous myth borne out of horror stories, might really be lurking in the dark?

It was a double pleasure, that his interest in you led to this discovery--and surely many more in the future.

He saw you walking past his favorite cafe one evening. You looked attractive, which wasn’t an immediate draw for him. Plenty of people were pretty. But something about you made you stand out like an oil painting amidst crude pencil drawings. It was like you glowed.

And he did enjoy things that stood out from the crowd.

He can still remember the early days, staking out (he pardons his own pun) your apartment, jotting down every little detail about you. Your schedule was strange. No stranger than his, he supposed at the time, but certainly unusual for some random civilian.

You never went outside until it was dark. You didn’t seem to sleep, or at least not in your bedroom. You didn’t eat. Yet you never looked tired or sick.

Your home had blackout film and blackout blinds and blackout curtains and, to top it off, blackout screens that could be pulled over each window. Your fridge never had food, only bags and bottles of the same red liquid, too thick to be a fruit smoothie.

And curious, curious, curious… there was not a single mirror in your home. Not one in the bathroom. Not one in the hallway, or your bedroom, or stuck behind the closet of your wardrobe.

Why the strangeness? What were you hiding? What made you different?

It made him need to know more about you.

And more.

And now… he knows things that humans were never meant to know. At least, humans who weren’t about to become blood bags for creatures like you.

He knows every step in your routine, every detail about your home life and public life and as much as he’s been able to sketch out in between. He knows what songs you play on the piano, how many blood bags you have in your fridge, what songs you hum under your breath while you get ready to leave your home and drain someone of their blood for your dinner.

He knows that you’re hundreds, if not thousands of years old, and that you subsist on the blood of people whom you kill and drain night upon night.

The cameras helped with all that. They’d been there for longer than he anticipated, given your observant nature. Maybe you were cocky. That would help, certainly, with his plans.

He saw you find his hair in the sink (he planted it, naturally) and smiled as he watched you through your little tantrum. What would you do, if--when, he corrects himself, you’re too smart not to find them--you noticed the cameras?

What will you do when you notice the other things he has touched? He’s left himself all over your apartment, bit by bit, waiting with a gnawed-on thumb to see what you do.

Oh you, you, you.

He couldn’t tell if you were unlucky that he decided he needed you, or if he was unlucky that the one person he became invested in wasn’t actually a human being. Maybe a bit of both. It certainly made it trickier to figure out how to approach the problem of your continued freedom.

You were slippery.

L didn’t like it when things he wanted were slippery.

You’re going to kill someone.

Who that someone is has yet to be determined. But you will determine it, and you will find them, and end their life--a pathetic, measly thing, no doubt--in the most viscous way possible.

No amount of blood, no amount of meditation, will ease your broiling anger.

The hair on the sink came first.

And then, little things. A picture frame, tilted just-so in the opposite direction. A rug shifted an inch to the left.

And now… now this absolutely infuriating middle-finger-to-you. An unmistakable gesture that could not be ignored or brushed off or brooded over.

This demanded action.

There was a mirror at the end of the hallway. The glass glistened dully, reflecting nothing, even as you stood right in front of it. You’d made it as far as the hallway after coming home from your evening feeding, intent on grabbing the comfiest robe from your bedroom before you hit the shower.

And then you saw the mirror.

Your nostrils flare, and you’re about to bash your hand against the glass to smash it into a thousand pieces, when something shifts in your field of vision.

There’s someone in the mirror. Behind you, next to you, or rather, next to where your reflection would be if you had one.

It’s a man with dark eyes and messy hair and a calm, but undeniably pleased expression on his face. Your brain flashes a thought--like a cat licking up cream--before you whirl around, breath cold with rage, and launch yourself at his face with your sharpened nails ready to gouge out an eye.

But you don’t get to gouge out an eye. You don’t get to do anything. Because as soon as you whirl around, he pulls something--a rope?--and morning sunlight bursts into your living room. You jerk back, keeping yourself in the protection of the darkened hallway.

“Who the fuck are you?” You spit.

The man drops the rope and sticks his fingers in his pockets. He smiles at you. A calm, sweet expression that he should not be wearing at this moment. Yet he is, somehow. It makes you want to sew his lips shut with a needle and thread. It makes you want to pull out his teeth. It makes you want to keep him alive for weeks as you drain him again and again.

“There will be time for introductions later,” he says, almost murmuring. “Right now, you’re clearly in a state of agitation, and not likely to remember personal details, anyway.” His gaze seems to appraise you. “You do have a temper, don’t you?” He raises his eyebrows. “I’m surprised, given what I saw on the cameras.”

Your cold chest seems to grow icier still.

“The what?”

He gestures languidly around. “I’ve set up quite a few. I thought you’d notice. But you were too busy with your clandestine meetings, I suppose.” He suddenly claps his hands and raises his eyebrows in an odd, reassuring gesture. “Don’t worry, I didn’t put one in your bathroom, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You wish, for once, that your non-living breath might be hot instead of cold. It might better reflect your mood.

Your eyes dart around the room and now, now, you finally see the microscopic cameras installed around the space. In the corner of the ceiling. On a figurine in your bookshelf. No doubt the other rooms would yield similar findings.

You would rip them out one by one, and then rip out his spleen. Or maybe an eye. Whatever hurt worse and kept him along the longest.

You stare at this man, whose hair was in your sink, whose fingers touched your belongings, whose feet crossed your threshold--until you’re sure that your gaze would kill, if you had that power.

“I’m going to kill you,” you say, finally. You bare your fangs. You think, stupidly, of simply launching yourself at him and hoping you’re fast enough to grab him and pull him back into the darkened hallway before the sunlight kills you.

Rage makes you stupid, but only for a moment. You keep your legs still on the carpet, eyeing him with utter contempt.

He watches you. He hums.

“You might try.”

Your eyes glance around the room, behind you in the hallway, looking for the best second option. Your bedroom? If you can get in there, you can get to your phone. A quick call to another member of your clan, and they’ll be here. And then you can take your time killing him, slow and methodical.

“Ah,” he says, as if he can sense your train of thought. “I wouldn’t recommend going into the bedroom. Or the bathroom. Or any of the rooms, really.” He gestures towards the bottom of your bedroom door, and you turn to look.

Sunlight can be seen peeking through the edge.

“I took the liberty of uninstalling everything on the other windows, too. You’re quite thorough, but so am I.”

You bare your teeth at him again.

“Are you going to kill me?” It’s a challenge, all puffed up, perhaps your last words before he pulls out a stake or something else he’d concocted to end your immortal existence.

He stares at you, eyebrows raised.

“Kill you?” The question is said in such a soft, incredulous tone, as if what you asked was simply absurd.

Was he not a vampire hunter? Though most humans thought vampires were myths, there were a few now and then who figured it out and tried to hunt your kind down.

This man was apparently not one of those few.

He pulls something out of his pocket. It looks like a gun,

“It will be easier to keep you here for now, once I get a proper containment room set up for you.” He gestures at the blackout set-up that he dismantled. “Don’t worry, it will be blacked out.” He sticks his hands back in his pockets. “You’ve done some of my work for me already, with your isolated schedule, so it will be a while before anyone notices something’s amiss. I do need to get you transported sooner than later, especially if…”

You listen, mute with rage and something else, as he drones on; detailing how he is going to keep you and subdue you and transfer you somewhere else--nice and dark, he assures you. As he speaks, there’s an increasing unfamiliar sensation that squirms under your skin like worms. Not anger. Not confusion. But…

Fear.

As he raises the gun and you see--too late--that the end is marked with some kind of tranquilizer, the thought comes:

Is this what it’s like to be the prey?

#yandere l lawliet #yandere death note #yandere #afterwitch writes

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smileysuh · 2 years

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when you gave me your name

🌙 staring. Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. he’s a fae that lives forever, and you're his mortal soulmate, created to tantalize him, over and over again

cw/ tw. body worship, oral (m/f receiving), fingering, lots of foreplay, praise, petnames, multiple positions, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 5.2k

🍭 aus. fae au, soulmate au, established relationship

☀️ mlist + inspo. ✘ ✘ ✘

“It’s not fair,” you huff, adjusting your form on the checkered picnic blanket while the man with pretty white hair toys with the hem of your dress, pushing it higher up your thigh-

“What’s not fair, darling?” he asks, humouring you while his eyes stay fixed on his task… he knows exactly what you’re talking about, as you’ve brought it up countless times over the hundreds of years that your soul’s been reincarnated with the purpose of finding him again.

The immortal fae enjoys hearing each new rendition of your woes, and he can’t help the smile of amusement when you say quite simply, “all of it.”

There’d been a time when your soul would recite a whole monologue about the devastation of being reborn, stuck in a cycle of growing to bloom- and not being able to live out your days with the fae you were fatefully tied to-

Wonwoo’d found himself particularly fond of that reincarnation of you. And even now, with your simple words on the situation, he loves you with the fuel of a thousand life times.

“There’s a reason for it,” The fae explains, sitting up and pulling you into his arms. When he speaks, he does so slowly, choosing his words.

“Meeting you was a trick of fate,” he tells you. “Something on the wind that night, drew me in, and I found you in a fairy circle, a human on the brink of death- you became mine that night - you didn’t know it, not at the time, but you became mine.” his hand cups at your face, and he cradles you against his chest.

“You became mine,” he says again, tilting your head up so he can look into your eyes, “when you gave me your name. It was a simple thing,” he laughs, “but in that moment, you tied us together.”

“And then I died,” you whisper, filling in the end of the story that he’d avoided- but it doesn’t matter, because the memory is coming back to you now.

You’ve had so many past lives at this point, that it’s hard to recall them all- but you don’t need to, because there’s only one unifying thing that matters, and that’s the man who’s holding you right now…

With each kiss, sparks of memory erupt in the peripheries of your mind.

“Did you know?” you ask, bringing a hand up to brush some of the pretty white hair out of his eyes. “When I died, did you know I’d be coming back to you?”

“Not at the time,” Wonwoo admits, gaze lingering on your lips before focusing on you eyes again. “At first, I felt a longing, and I couldn’t explain it. I searched aimlessly, for many, many years but nothing quite fit… finally, I told the stars about you.”

“You did?”

The beautiful fae nods solemnly. “And in the dead of winter, some time after my confession to the stars, the moon answered me.”

“She did?” you hold your breath- waiting on his next words.

“She told me,” your soulmate says, cupping your face and brushing his thumb across your cheek. “To be patient. She told me that if I waited till the next equinox in spring, I’d find you again, where I’d left you before. My little flower.”

His lips brush by yours and you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, body lifted by the kiss like a fresh breath of air-

“She told me,” the ethereal man whispers, lips teasing your cheek and to your ear, “that every quarter or a century, if I was patient, you’d bloom for me in the same spot for a week, to celebrate the Spring,” he’s laid you down on the blanket now, claiming the area between your legs, “and all that comes with it.”

Your struck by images of succulent fruits, like those in the picnic basket nearby, and of young animals; ducklings and deer-

The fae slips his hand over yours, lacing your fingers while applying more of his weight down on your form, he watches your expression, eyes quick to note any change.

“What are you thinking, my love?” he asks, attention returning to the spot on your neck that has your body tingling with pleasure.

Your eyes close, and you push your chest up towards him, stretching amongst the cloud like fluffs of duvet. “I’m remembering how much I love your lips,” you sigh pleasantly, as you thread your fingers through his hair.

Your ethereal soulmate lets out a hum of amusement, and you can feel him grinning. “Is there a particular place you’d like my lips to be, my love?” he asks, already beginning a decent down to your collarbones that has you moaning in delight-

“How do you stand the wait?” you ask, finding yourself equal parts ready to have the man make you cum undone over and over again- and equal parts thirsty to hear more about his thoughts and feelings, to learn about the man who you’ve spent so many life times meeting for the last of your days-

“I dream of you,” he says simply, fingers toying with the straps of your pretty dress. “It’s one of the pleasantries fate provides in instances like ours- the number of mortals tied to undying beings like myself are few and far in between.”

“I dreamt of you too,” you admit. “Although, I’d never really realized they were memories until now-” and you suppose that’s the point.

There’d always been something missing in your life- boyfriends never fit, and there’d always been a white haired stranger in your slumber, with eyes that you could never get out of your head- And then, when you’d turned twenty-five, something had called you to go to the forest. A thrum in your chest, a pull-

You’d repeat your death time and time again, with something as innocent as falling asleep in a circle mushrooms- or as some would call it, a fairy ring.

Mortals aren’t meant for Wonwoo’s realm, and when he’d found you, it had been the natural energy of the powerful fae that kept you from fully succumbing to the overwhelm of what some would consider paradise.

At the time, Wonwoo hadn’t had any fruit, no nectar to give you, no food of the fair folk to help you acclimatize- but he’d brought you a feast the first spring he’d had you back in his arms, of strawberries and raspberries, nectar champagnes and peaches, grapes and cheese made from goats herded by pixies in the western reaches of his realm-

He sustains you for seven days with food fit for a queen, and the love of an everlasting being fuelled by thousands of years of communing with the stars-

And you’d hardly notice it yourself, but your lover barely eats any food at all. The fae has a taste for something only you can give, and he waits twenty five years for a feast of his own.

For mortals like you, time is a finicky thing in Wonwoo’s realm. You’ve been here a day already, and your soulmate is not sure if you’ve even realized, as night had come and gone with your eyes closed, hands threaded through white locks while your lover worshipped you over and over-

He’s hungry again, as the sky shifts with pretty pink and orange sherbert coloured clouds, trees sighing a breath of floral relief into the clearing that’s become Wonwoo’s sanctuary, his favourite place, every quarter of a century-

“Wonwoo?”

He groans at the sound of his name on your lips, and he looks up at you from between your legs, his hands pushing the fabrics of your dress up- “yes, my love?”

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me the story about the moon,” you tell him, breathing a sigh of pleasure when he presses an open mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. “In all the lives we’ve had, it’s new.”

He hums a sound of affirmation, moving his attention to your other side, playing with the hem of your dress there too. “I have to keep some secrets you know,” he teases.

“Even so,” you let out a sigh of content when your lover finally exposes your core, his breath hot against you, “Why now? Why this lifetime? Such a pretty story-”

“I won’t fault you for not remembering,” he says, shifting from between your legs so he can get closer to you, “I’m sure you have many, many memories swirling through that pretty head of yours,” his lips graze by your ear, “happy anniversary, darling.”

“Anniversary?” you tighten your legs around his hips.

“It’s been a millennium,” Wonwoo tells you, cupping your face and pressing lips to your own gently.

“Has it really?” you ask in shock, blinking up at the beautiful fae, who nods in confirmation.

“It’s a long time for a mortal,” he empathizes, thumb brushing by your cheek bone.

“But not for you.”

“It feels like quite a lengthy period, when i’m not with you, my love,” Wonwoo says, “but the wait is always worth it.”

When he kisses you again, every thought drifts away, and you wrap your arms around the fae, pulling him flush to your body.

“I missed you,” he breathes, hot mouth descending again- and you’re briefly enthralled by memories of how often in the millenia of encounters that your soulmate has followed the same path of kisses from your lips to your neck, down your chest and past your bellybutton-

“Missed how soft you are-” his fingers brush up your thighs, bringing goosebumps in their wake as his breath fans over your core- “how sensitive.”

The man between your legs loves the way the fabrics of your dress bunch near his head when he buries his face in your core, his hands adjusting your hips while his shoulders push forward, spreading your thighs to accommodate the fae who’s proficient in spreading you out for his tongue-

He’ll never get tired of the way you grab his hair, and the sounds you make are etched into his memories, as pleasant as any song he’s ever heard.

The eternal being closes his eyes, letting out a groan of pleasure that vibrates through you, making your skin tingle with energy-

“Wonwoo-”

There it is again, his name, a whispered praise-

Gods, he’d never going to regret that day- the innocent look on your mortal face as you’d given him your name-

He’s never going to regret giving you his own in return.

You own him, as he owns you.

“Wonwoo-” you chant his name louder, toes curling against his back, fingers tugging at silky strands the colour of starlight-

It’s almost comical how easy it is for your soulmate to work a mind boggling release out of you, and your body reacts in full, aided by the magic of the fairy realm. Your skin tingles with electric kisses, back arching- it’s the most you can do to hold onto the head of the man who continues his worship between your legs.

You’ve cum countless times in this clearing over the millennia of staggered encounters with Wonwoo, and this orgasm is but another drop in the ocean of pleasure that your lover has drank of you.

The fae takes his fill, until your legs are twitching on either side of his head, and then he relents, drawing away from you slowly. His hands smooth up and down your thighs, helping them from his shoulders to his waist as he sits up, gazing down at you with eyes clouded with love.

He notes the way you breathe heavily, heart thumping loudly in your breast. Your skin is covered in a slight sheen of effort, and Wonwoo is struck, as he always is, with the frailty of humanity. One orgasm has such an effect on you- you practically glow, like him… but that’s why it takes so much energy, Wonwoo supposes, people aren’t supposed to glow.

Your immortal lover doesn’t mind being the one with more energy, in fact, he enjoys taking care of you. He enjoys watching your reactions, watching the way you catch your breath before slowly opening your eyes to address him, a lazy smile forming on the pretty lips he loves so much-

“Are you tired?” he asks. Regardless of what you say, the eternal being knows what you need, and his deft fingers grab at the smooth glass bottle that sticks out of the picnic basket three feet away.

“A little,” you admit with a sigh, sitting up as Wonwoo pours you a small glass of golden liquid that swirls hypnotizingly within it’s cup.

“Maybe I should let you eat,” your soulmate suggests, as he hands you the nectar.

His eyes stay fixed on your form as you tip the glass, allowing the shot of liquid to glide down your throat- he presses two fingers to the base of the cup, forcing you to get that last few drops.

When you finish, Wonwoo takes the empty glass from you, setting it in the picnic basket while you lick your lips of left over nectar residue.

His hand is cupping your cheek a moment later, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, “Did you get it all?” he asks gently.

“Uh huh,” you nod, capturing his thumb between your teeth teasingly, watching his reaction.

Wonwoo sucks in a breath, eyes fixed on your mouth.

There aren’t many times you can catch the immortal off his guard, and you leap at the opportunity to do so, hands finding your soulmates shoulders, maneuvering him while adjusting your body weight in such a way that has him landing on his back with your knees digging into the duvet on either side of his waist.

The man below you smiles in amusement, fingers finding the flesh of your thighs, exposed by your dress bunched by your hips. He doesn’t say anything as you press one hand to the center of his chest, balancing on top of him- and nothing really needs to be said.

He’s so pretty- the white duvet with it’s checkered black lines creates the perfect back drop for the man who you’ve only ever seen dressed in soft, natural coloured suits- the one he’s wearing now consists of a cream tan pallet, with a soft, silky green suit vest-

The fact that he’s dressed is the only indicator you have that it must be a new day, here in the realm of ever blooming florals and seclusion. If it wasn’t a new day, you’re sure you’d have him naked by now- and you shake your head at the haziness, swallowing thickly-

“You need to eat,” Wonwoo concludes, having seen the telltale fogginess that had just come over you.

He sits up, brushing some hair out of your eyes before he presses a kiss to your cheek. Your lover reaches to the side, coming back a moment later with a whole vine of grapes.

The fruit is a pleasant green colour, and Wonwoo holds them over your head, an amused smile twitching onto his lips.

With a sigh, you grab at your soulmate’s shoulders, steadying yourself while tilting your head back, teeth searching out the flesh of a grape that you tear from the vine.

Food of the fair folk is unlike anything you could ever have on earth, and the flavour explodes across your tastebuds, tingling through your body like raw energy.

You dig your nails into Wonwoo’s shoulders, letting out a small groan at the sparkling taste of grape that electrifies your senses.

“It’s that good?” lips press soft kisses along your throat and jaw, and you feel an amused smile on your skin.

Another moan is your response, and you swivel your hips, adjusting on Wonwoo’s lap, dragging across the bulge that presses up to meet you.

By the time you’ve swallowed the first grape, Wonwoo’s plucked a second one for you, and he brings it to your lips while he continues pressing open mouthed kisses along your throat and collar bones-

This must be breakfast, you conclude, as keeping track of days by meals seems to be one of the easiest ways to follow the passage of time while you enjoy Wonwoo’s company-

“My love?” you ask, gently pulling the fae from your throat.

“Yes, flower?” he responds, giving you his complete attention with a gentle sigh and a look of adoration.

“Why haven’t you undressed me yet?”

Wonwoo chuckles, leaning in to rest his forehead against your collar, his breath fanning across your breasts while he squeezes you close, dragging your core over the length still confined by pants-

“I’ve been enjoying you in other ways,” your soulmate tells you, “and I’m quite fond of the dress you’re in today.”

“It is very pretty,” you admit, looking down at the beautiful design.

It can be easy for you to forget to look down at yourself when you’re so busy looking up at Wonwoo and the beautiful clearing, with the soft breeze and the rustling of the trees-

It’s just as easy to forget that every night, whether you’re aware of it or not, you’re drifting into a deep slumber, your body’s away of acclimatizing to the fairy realm and taking a brunt of the magical energy here.

During this time, Wonwoo rests too, and he’d told you once that it’s the only time the fae ever closes his eyes.

This clearing is a sacred one, he’d explained, it’s free of danger, and the pixies that dress you during your slumber are amongst the royal guard of the moon. They are to be trusted, and Wonwoo has often thanked the pixies and the spirits for their continued help in caring for you, his little mortal.

“You always look beautiful,” your soulmate breathes, kissing you one more time before he allows himself to fall back against the pretty duvet, looking up at you with eyes that etch every movement into his memory. “Eat your grapes.”

“How many more?”

“At least three.”

“At least three,” you repeat his words with a smile, “what an arbitrary number.” However, you follow through with popping three grapes off the vine Wonwoo had presented you earlier before you put it back in the basket.

“One,” you say, while popping the small sphere into your mouth.

Your lover grins up at you in amusement.

“Two,” you continue, eager to finish your meal if it means getting at the man between your legs faster. “Three.”

“All done,” Wonwoo breathes, hands skimming up your thighs again-

“All done,” you confirm, pressing your palms flat on the duvet on either side of your soulmate’s head, lips finding his.

The fae breathes in your scent as your tongue invites the sweet taste of grape into his mouth, and he stifles a small groan at the way you adjust your hips, grinding down against him.

Wonwoo prides himself in having self control. There’d been one week, where he’d eaten you out for three days straight, working you to the edge time and time again with his mouth and fingers before finally sinking his cock deep into the wet core that was made just for him-

But the immortal simply doesn’t have the patience for that today, he’s ready to unwrap you, and he’s pleasantly surprised with the amount of recall you have this morning, as there’s been times in years past where the memories take longer to set in-

He thanks the moon, as he’s sure she has something to do with this-

It’s not every day you celebrate a Millenia with your lover after all.

Wonwoo wonders how many past lives you truly remember, as you sit straight atop him again as if he were your throne-

Do you remember the chair you’d once sat at? In the great hall made of moonstone? With a crown of crystals attuned to starlight atop your head-

That had been one week together of many, and he’d learned the consequences of stealing you away from the clearing, of getting too greedy- that week had been cut painfully short due to his greed, and you’ve not returned to the castle he calls home since.

You definitely look like a queen, he thinks, as he beholds you with eyes full of wonder. Regardless of your memories- there’s no way you ever truly forget your power- and anyone who looks at you has to be able to feel it too-

Your fingers find the buttons on his vest, and Wonwoo smiles- who but a Queen would so carelessly undress a King-

He finds it laughable that even after all this time, you’re so careful with the clothes. No matter how many dresses he’s torn in half, or corsets he’s unbound with his teeth, you’re the one who delicately undoes buttons-

This is why everyone likes you, he thinks, this is why there are stories of your kindness and the effect you’d had on the Fae King- who’d warned his pixie subjects not to be too meddlesome with humans in the wake of his soul being irreversibly tied to your own.

Wonwoo waits while you undo his shirt, humouring the painfully long process with a smile, lips slating against your own- and when you finally get all the buttons undone, pushing open the fabric to expose the king’s chest to the air, he takes control.

Getting you flipped onto your back again is easy, and Wonwoo towers over you, letting out a chuckle at the shocked expression on your face. He sits up, removing his shirt and vest the rest of the way while you hold your breath, watching with those eyes he gets lost in-

“It’s not even midday and you have me exposed,” Wonwoo clicks his tongue, fingers tapping against your knee. “Greedy flower.”

“Needy flower,” you correct, hiking your dress up your body with the clear intent of taking it off.

Your soulmate doesn't stop you, instead he watches, eating up every newly exposed inch- and when your pretty breasts are exposed to the air, nipples pebbled- he lets out a groan, and another correction, “Pretty flower.”

“Come touch your pretty flower?” you suggest, one of your own hands moving up to grasp at your chest-

Wonwoo’s lips are on yours in second, his front pressed to your own while you wrap your arms around his shoulders, a small gasp leaving you when his tongue slips against yours-

His hips rut forward and another sound of pleasure leaves you, this one uncensored by lips that have moved down to your neck-

He captures your nipple in his mouth and it’s the most you can do to gasp his name, hands threading through his hair-

Two fingers glide between your pussy lips, and your body shudders when they circle your clit-

“So wet for me, darling,” the fae muses, letting go of your breast with a pop before he moves to the other, careful to pay them both a similar amount of attention. “Always so wet.”

“Only for you,” you breathe, tugging at the silky white strands and letting out a gasp when teeth scrape by your sensitive bud, his fingers dipping into your core-

“Only for me.” His fingers press up against a spot that has your pussy fluttering, and he rocks his hand, thrusting his digits in a way that has your core squelching with need-

“Wonwoo-” you whimper his name, pushing your chest up towards his eager mouth while his fingers work you up until your toes are curling again-

“Can you cum for me, darling?” Wonwoo asks, lips finding your neck, “I want to taste you again-”

How could you refuse?

You nod while swallowing thickly, eyes closed, mind focused on the feeling of pleasure that’s building between your legs- and when his thumb finds your clit, you’re a goner, core clamping down on Wonwoo’s digits while you scream his name to the sky.

Latched onto his shoulders, you keep Wonwoo close while you ride out your orgasm, and when his fingers slowly come to a stop inside of you, you release the man who eagerly moves down between your legs.

“Wonwoo-” you say his name breathlessly as he pulls you to his awaiting mouth, and a squeal of delight leaves you next, your thighs closing around his head-

A growl that vibrates through your pussy is the only response you get while your soulmate laps at your entrance, pushing his tongue against the walls he’d just massaged to completion-

His nose bumps by your sensitive clit while he cleans you of your release, and you feel another rush of wetness, legs twitching by Wonwoo’s ears. You tug at his hair, starting to feel the warm tingles of another orgasm on your periphery-

Your lover relents, and he pulls away from your pussy with lips that glisten in the midday light. One wet kiss is pressed to your inner thigh, followed by another on the opposite side, and then Wonwoo sits up, his hands moving to his pants.

“I don’t think I’ve told you how handsome you are,” you say suddenly, and it makes the fae’s fingers falter in their task.

His gaze flickers up to you, and he laughs, “No, not this time at least.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, dragging your foot up and down the back of his calf while your eyes trail across his broad chest- “I should have told you before.”

His fingers are still frozen at his pants, and he’s watching you with amusement clear in his expression. Then his hands drop to your knees, sliding down your thighs towards your core again.

“Tell me more,” the eternal beauty says, voice low as he once more adjusts to be laying on his stomach-

“But I want you-” you protest, realizing immediately that your praise has made the man between your legs intent on providing you with another orgasm courtesy of his mouth instead of his cock-

“And you have me, all of me,” he assures you, breath hot against your core-

Your next motion startles you both, as it’s one you’ve never attempted before, but it comes out of a moment of desperation-

With Wonwoo’s head caught between your thighs, you flip both of your bodies, ending up with a very startled immortal blinking up at you while your hand anchors in his hair-

“I want you now,” you tell him, rolling your hips gently, grinding your pussy against his tongue-

Wonwoo lets out a groan, hand’s moving to settle on your hips, adjusting to the position-

“So stay still-” you say, getting off of him just as quickly as you’d found yourself on top.

You move to kneel between Wonwoo’s legs, hands flying to finish the task of removing his pants.

Your soulmate lets out a shuddery breath- he’d thought you were about to ride his face, and the quick changes in pace are giving him whiplash- this is why humans don’t get to control things, he thinks to himself, you’re all so quick to jump from thing to thing, never taking your time to enjoy-

Wonwoo lets out a groan when you get his cock free, chastising dying down in his mind while his hands find your hair.

“Darling-” he shudders when you wrap your lips around his girth, tongue kitten licking at the sensitive slit-

Whatever he’d been wanting to say is gone from his mind now, and Wonwoo relaxes his head against the duvet, closing his eyes and breathing in all the scents of the clearing. A gentle breeze brushes over his chest, and the fae moans at how good everything feels-

“Come here,” he prompts, gently tugging at your hair to pull you off of his cock. “I miss your lips,” he says again, “come here.”

You waste no time shimmying up his body, adjusting your knees on either side of his hips while his hands help you settle your core over his length-

When you lean down to kiss him, he’s caught between your bodies, and small thrusts have his cock gliding between your folds deliciously-

You moan into Wonwoo’s mouth when the tip of his dick slips by your clit, and you raise your hips just enough for your lover to get a hand around his base, lining his cock up with your entrance-

Sitting down onto Wonwoo feels like heaven, his girth spreading you open perfectly while gasps of pleasure are muffled in kisses.

Chest to chest is hot and stuffy, and soon you press your hands to his skin, pushing yourself up into a seated position- he feels as deep as ever, and you have to bite into your lower lip to stop a loud moan that tumbles out of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” Wonwoo tells you, adjusting with a groan beneath you, his hands gliding up and down your bare thighs. “So perfect for me.”

You lift off of his cock, thighs burning as you begin to bob up and down-

“That’s it,” he breathes, his own hips thrusting up to meet you-

“Wonwoo-” you whimper his name as his cock drives into a spot that has you seeing stars, your hands anchoring against his chest while you continue to ride him-

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, fingers moving to tease your breast, thumb brushing past your nipple- “My perfect flower-”

You love it when he calls you that, and you throw your head back, closing your eyes while getting lost in the feeling of riding him, the feeling of animalistic, passionate worship of another-

Wonwoo sits up suddenly, lips capturing your nipple while your hands scramble for a hold on his shoulders- he’s anchored to the ground with a palm behind him, and the other is on your waist, helping lift you up to meet each drive of his hips-

You lace your fingers through his hair, keeping his face buried in your breasts while you chase your orgasm, core throbbing with a hot need-

Each up and down has his cock dragging against your walls, and his tongue flicks at your nipple, a groan vibrating out of his chest-

“Wonwoo-” his name is whispered this time, as you cradle his head to your chest, your body shuddering, hips coming to a stop while you grind down on his length-

Your core explodes around him, white hot pleasure erupting through you from your pussy outward, and it’s the most you can do to hold onto your soulmate while waves of tingling tension wrack your body.

Your lover lets out a low groan, hips shuddering, pushing up into you- his own release coating your insides while your skin and breasts muffle his gasps of ecstasy.

Each little thrust has you whimpering, walls convulsing around the length buried inside of you until you’re both spent, muscles unclenching-

Wonwoo has you on your back in an instant, his hands finding your own and moving them over your head, capturing your wrists in a solid grip while his lips press fevered kisses across your face and throat.

You’re breathing heavily, mind blank, body numb-

“I love you more than you’ll ever know,” your soulmate tells you, as he continues to speckle your skin in open mouthed kisses and affectionate bites.

While it might be true that words will never describe or encompass the true expanse of his emotions for you, while you hold your lover in your arms, you think the knowledge that he’s loved you for a thousand years just might be enough.

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How many forms of the 72 changes could cultivated animals/yaoguai handle? You said that the heavenly soldiers could only handle a limited number.

I don't think I said that they "could only handle" like it's not a requirement.

It's more like an observation. And this is my PERSONAL take based on these observations

Overpowered (Wukong and Erlang) - 72 transformations

Powerful (Highest rank soldiers/runaway heaven yaogaui)- 36 transformations

Strong (Most celestial solider/Demon Kings) - 18 transformations

Impressive (training immortals/stronger earth yaoguai) - 1 to 2 spells

Common (most yaoguai) - humanoid body

Weak (cultivating yaoguai) - cannot speak

We see that Wukong having 72 transformations is considered unusual. On the level of like a once-in-an-immortal-lifetime kind of genius that happens once in a million years. The only other person we see with this same power is Erlang Shen who is considered the best fighter in all of heaven and the only man that can go toe-to-toe with Wukong. I cannot stress enough how powerful Wukong is as a demon and how he being able to single-handling take on all of heaven is something very unusual and a massive threat within himself.

So from that we can easily assume since only the two most powerful characters in the novel have the 72 transformations have this kind of power that this is not common and that other demons shouldn't not be able to have it. Personally I think that no one else but Wukong and Erlang have this level or even come close.

Then we see what is the next level with is the 36 transformations. This is what we see that Zhu Bajie has. Bajie who was the Canopy Marshall of the Reeds, who was in charge of 80,000 men alone and only answered to the Jade Emporer himself because he was so highly ranked. From this observation, we can assume that Marshalls or other extremely high-positioned celestial soldiers have the 36 transformations. Pretty much every powerful celestial that isn't Erlang Shen himself.

I would argue that only MAYBE some Demon King could have 36 transformations, but this is highly unlikely as most yaoguai cultivate through eating humans and not through proper training under a teacher. There could be leeway that perhaps heaven-runaway animals that claim to have cultivated through heaven-means could have this power. This makes it so that maybe 5 Demon Kings out of the nearly 30 could have this level of transformation, and especially the ones that have said they cultivated because they gained knowledge in heaven, not just ran away. I would say this is like Yellow Wind Demon, Yellow Robe Demon, Golden and Silver Horned Kings, Scorpion Demon, and Bull Demon King.

And last is the 18 transformations. This is what we see what Sha Wujing has and he was a Curtain-Lifting General, which is a slightly higher position but we can assume to be closer to the common celestial solider power-wise. This is what I believe that most celestial soldiers have been able to master and is the standard. And what I think that most Demon Kings are able to master as well. I would find it impressive if Demon King could gain a human form, let alone master other spells. I would say this is like Black Wind King, White Bone Demon, Singled Horned Rhino King, Nine-Headed Insect, Jupiter's Rival, Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord, and White Deer Spirit.

We see only higher rank demons like Generals able to perform maybe one or two transformations and that was to escape combat. Only Demon King seem to have one to more than one spells. Or we see that some demons are able to master serval spells I would but they are not powerful as Wukong is easily able to overpower them. I say these impressive demons are like Tiger Vangarud, Tiger Immortal, Elk Immortal, Antelope Immortal, all Eight Tree Spirits, all Seven Spider sisters, and Iron-Backed Grey Wolf.

As for normal everyday yaogaui that have cultivated on their own I would say that they are not capable of transformation spells at all. Most demons we see on this journey are underlings and we see none (that I remember) perform any spells. Just that they are able to cultivate by eating humans to understand language and gain a humanoid body takes all their accumulated power, and they are under a teacher to learn more, they are following a demon king to serve. We see this like Sly Devil, Wily Worm, Hill-Pawing Tiger, Sea-Lolling Draong, Going and Coming, and Springe Grace.

And demons that are still cultivating and cannot speak like the Python Demon.

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I saw a theory that Po and the four villains of the saga represented the 5 celestial beasts of Chinese culture, being distributed as:

Po as the Golden Dragon

Tai Lung as the White Tiger

Shen as the Vermillion Bird

Kai as the Black Tortoise

The Chameleon as an Azure Dragon

There is a video on tiktok that explains Tai Lung, Shen and Kai in depth, but I want to focus on The Chameleon.

According to what I could find, this would be the description of the Dragon Azure in Chinese culture: head like camel, horn like deer, eyes like rabbit, ears like ox, back like snake, belly like clam, scale like carp, claw like eagle, palm like tiger. It is described as an intelligent, powerful creature associated with the east and spring, and it also is described as a colorfull creature.

One of the most famous legends involving the Azure Dragon is the story of the Dragon Gate. According to the legend, carp that were able to swim upstream and leap up the Dragon Gate waterfall would be transformed into dragons symbolizing the idea of perseverance and the possibility of achieving greatness.

And also

But there is more. The Blue Dragon (also called Qinlong) is also associated with the Chinese concept of Qi (pronounced "chee"), which is the life force that flows through all living things. It is said to be able to harness and manipulate Qi to heal the sick, protect the innocent and even attract good fortune and prosperity. And let's not forget about its magical abilities. It is said that the Blue Dragon is able to take human form, a very useful trick to go unnoticed among the locals. It is also associated with the concept of immortality and is said to have the power to grant long life and prosperity to those who deserve it.

In case this theory is true, it would make The Chameleon just more interesting that she actually is

#kfp chameleon #kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #the chameleon #the chameleon kung fu panda 4 #chinese culture #chinese mythology

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Is the baby deer you have Winter Maria holding the same one that Shadow rides? Or at least, is that part of *why* he likes white deer/stags? 👁

Yep! They rescue the fawn together, and it gets injured when Maria is killed so one of Shadow's first acts is to heal it, but he accidentally makes it immortal so now they go everywhere together.

#ask #fae au

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TTEOTM Creative Team: What else did they work on?

For those who are a bit underwhelmed by the summer drama options or still dreaming about TTEOTM! 😎

Kuk Kok Leung (Lead Director)

Kuk Kok Leung is a veteran director who started his career in Hong Kong's TVB. He's been nominated for the prestigious Magnolia Award and is known for wuxia and serious, warm-blooded historical dramas (he's adapted 7 out of 8 Jinyong novels). His works include...

Legend of the Condor Heroes (1983) as Assistant Director, with Felix Wong and Barbara Yung

The Duke of Mount Deer (1984), with Tony Leung & Andy Lau

Return of the Condor Heros (1983) with Andy Lau & Idy Chan

Legend of the Condor Heroes (2002) with Li Yapeng & Zhou Xun

Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils (2003), with Hu Jun, Jimmy Lin, and Liu Yifei

Water Margin (2011), nominated for Magnolia Award

Cool Sword (2013), with Julian Cheung & Wallace Chung

The Patriot Fei Yue (2013), with Huang Xiaoming & Ruby Lin

The Stand-In (2014), with Wallace Chung

The General and I (2016), with Wallace Chung and Angelababy

He's also a frequent collaborator and producer on Johnny To films, including Election, Election 2, Mad Detective.

So you get the picture. He makes TV for men who are ready to bleed for their country. This all makes him a really interesting choice for TTEOTM (and tells you a bit about the ambition and creative vision of the producers), especially since all his more recent idol dramas were widely panned.

Wang Haiqi, Director & Action Director

We don't know too much about Wang Haiqi because TTEOTM is actually his directorial debut. He started his career in stunts and has worked as the action coordinator on Ashes of Love (2018) and Immortality (unreleased) alongside Luo Yunxi. He was also a stunts man/double in a bunch of Hollywood films, including Mulan (2020) and the Foreigner (2017) through the Jacky Chan stunts team.

He's responsible for most of the action/battle scenes in TTEOTM, and his experience working on films probably explains why the fight sequences are unusually cinematic for TV.

Luan Hexin, Art Director

Luan Hexin is a Magnolia Award nominated art director best known for Huanyu productions, including Story of Yanxi Palace, Winter Begonia, and Royal Feast. He's a serious art guy, as you can tell from this interview.

(Note: Huanyu is Bai Lu's management company. There is a rumor that Luan Hexin is part of Bai Lu's "dowry", but the parties have since clarified that Luan was brought in after she was cast.)

He's also an interesting choice, having never worked on costume fantasies before and better known for his authentic representation of the look and feel of bygone eras.

Huang Wei, Costume Designer

Huang Wei is one of the most sought-after costume designers working today, especially for xianxias. She started her career as a Vogue China editor and was in fact the person responsible for TTEOTM's Dunhuang-inspired aesthetics.

Her better known works include A Dream of Splendor (2022), One and Only (2020), Love O2O (2015), Back from the Brink (2023) as well as a bunch of highly anticipated dramas like Immortality and The Last Immortal. (The joke on Chinese internet is that there is an "expensive" vs. "cheap" version of Huang Wei costumes - her design can be much simpler on lower-budget productions.)

I'd like to think that after designing 40 mostly white costumes for Luo Yunxi in Immortality, she decided to go nuts on color with Tantai Jin.

Tsang Ming Fai, Makeup Designer

Tsang Ming Fai is a big name in the xianxia circuit. He and his team of “students" have worked on a large number of costume dramas, including Ashes of Love (2018), Love & Redemption (2020), Under the Power (2019), Noble Aspirations (2016), Sword of Legends (2014), as well as the... wait for it... unreleased Immortality and Luo Yunxi's currently filming drama Follow Your Heart.

He's sadly been receiving a lot of hate in fan circles over the heavy makeup in TTEOTM (which may or may not have been his call). What I do appreciate is his ability to help actors craft distinct characters with varied hair and makeup choices. For example you can distinguish between different Luo Yunxi characters and their personalities with Runyu's clean cut tie-back half ponytail (ethereal & straight laced), Tantai Jin's slightly brown hair, messy bangs and heavy eye shadow (dark & sickly), Chu Wanning's angular eyebrows and geometric hair puff (strict & proud).

He also excels at creating unusual, iconic looks even for side characters, e.g. Chen Yao's dark lipstick paired with gothic jewelry in Immortality and Chen Duling's retro updo in TTEOTM.

#till the end of the moon #black moonlight holds the be script #luo yunxi #cdrama #chang yue jin ming #chinese drama #tteotm #bai lu #tantai jin #ye xiwu #huanyu #yanxi palace #ashes of love #immortality #2ha #winter begonia

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(AI Generated Images Disclaimer)

(May be updated as time goes on)

The White Rabbit

Name: Lapin

Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)

Age: Immortal, physically early twenties (20-23)

Appearance: Albino, short straight hair, white rabbit ears and tail. Lapin is 5'4 (163 cm).

The White Queen

Name: Maria

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: Immortal, physically late twenties (27-29)

Appearance: Clear light brown skin, long wavy white hair, black eyes. Maria is 5'6 (168 cm).

The Caterpillar

Name: Brucus

Gender: Male (he/him)

Age: Immortal, physically early 30's (30-33)

Appearance: Clear medium-olive skin, slicked back raven hair, magenta eyes, 2 long caterpillar antenna. Brucus is 6'2 (188 cm)

The March Hare

Name: Haze

Gender: Nonbinary (he/they)

Age: Immortal, physically mid-twenties (24-26)

Appearance: Clear medium-tanned skin, short straight dark brown hair, green eyes. Haze is 5'10 (178 cm).

The Dormouse

Name: Grace

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: Immortal, physically early twenties (20-23)

Appearance: Fair skin with freckles, short wavy-curly silver-grey hair, light brown eyes, mouse ears and tail. Grace is 5'1 (155 cm).

The Red Knight

Name: Cal

Gender: Male (he/him)

Age: Immortal, physically mid-thirties (34-36)

Appearance: Clear pale skin, long wavy red hair, red eyes. Cal is 6'3 (191 cm).

The White Knight

Name: Ridir

Gender: Male (he/him)

Age: Immortal, physically early thirties (30-33)

Appearance: Clear tanned skin, long straight silver hair, light blue eyes. Ridir is 6'2 (188 cm).

The Fawn

Name: Daina

Gender: Female (she/her)

Age: Immortal, physically early twenties (20-23)

Appearance: Lightly freckled tanned skin, long straight dark brown hair with white streaks, dark brown doe eyes, deer ears and antlers. Daina is 5'8 (173 cm).

The Lion

Name: Lowen

Gender: Male (he/him)

Age: Immortal, physically mid-twenties (24-26)

Appearance: Clear tanned skin, long unruly brown hair, golden eyes, lion ears and tail. Lowen is 5'8 (173 cm).

The Unicorn

Name: Vienna

Gender: Nonbinary (she/they)

Age: Immortal, physically mid-twenties (24-26)

Appearance: Smooth dark skin, long wavy white/light golden hair, light pink/purple eyes, golden horn and horse ears. Vienna is 5'10 (178 cm)

#ink stained chessboard #side characters #info post

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Classicstober Day 5: Chiron (𐀐𐀂𐀫)

Since I'm trying to stay away from direct depictions of the divine, and Chiron is a fully divine son of Cronus, I decided to focus on Chiron's students. From the top and going clockwise they are Medus, Actaeon, Aristaeus, Achilles, Asclepius, and Jason.

Medus (𐀕𐀈) was the son of the sorceress Medea (who we will meet later) and Aegeus, the king of Athens and the father of Theseus (who we will also meet). After Theseus returned and claimed the throne of Athens for himself Medus and his mother were both forced to flee. Mother and son have a fascinating story that eventually leaves Medus as the king of Colchis, but that's a bit too much to share here. Design-wise, Medus takes after his mother in palette, though his hair is a bit darker than hers, and even wears some of his mother's Colchian metal jewelry; I doubt Medea would let her son, even in exile, look shabby.

Actaeon (𐀀𐀪𐀓𐀲𐀂𐀃) was the demigod son of Aristaeus and a great hunter. The versions vary, such to the point I don't think there is a single definitive version, but all of them involve the same two elements: he offended a goddess (usually Artemis) and was killed by his hunting dogs. The way I would tell it, Actaeon was a great hunter and as a demigod had a very high opinion of what he was owed and allowed to do in the world. For this reason, when he stumbled upon Artemis and her hunters bathing, he did not look away and instead came back to spy on them. Artemis therefore turned him into a deer and allowed his hounds to devour him. I borrowed from early classical depictions of Actaeon by depicting him with antlers.

Aristaeus (𐀀𐀭𐀲𐀂𐀃) was the demigod son of Apollo and the mortal Cyrene, who eventually went on to found and rule the city that bears her name. The city is located in modern Libya, so I decided to depict Aristaeus as a Libyan. In addition to being Chiron's student, Aristaeus had apprenticeships with many gods, and after he was made immortal by Gaia he became the patron of many of these rustic arts, most prominently bee keeping. In Boetia he is often depicted with wings, like a wind-god, so I decided to mix that in too.

Achilles (𐀀𐀑𐀩𐀄) and Asclepius (𐀀𐀱𐀐𐀠𐀃) are going to appear later, so all I will say is that Achilles is wearing a Mycenaean panoply.

Jason (𐀂𐀀𐀰) sucks, all my homies hate Jason, but he was one of Chiron's students so he gets to appear here. In Edith Hamilton's Mythology (which, rereading now is VERY MUCH a 1960s white man's book) he is described as having long hair and wearing a leopard skin cloak. Descriptions of Classical characters are rare, so when I find them I run like hell with them. I offset the 'prettiness' of his long hair with a more rugged chin and some sailor's stubble.

Chiron (𐀐𐀂𐀫) is depicted as the small figure in the middle. To differentiate him from the more bestial centaurs I have borrowed from the Classical tradition of depicting him with clothes (though I draw the line at human legs).

#classicstober #medus #actaeon #aristaeus #achilles #asclepius #jason and the argonauts #chiron #greek mythology #mycenaean #linear b #greek myth art #tagamemnon

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A Shade Darker Than Red: Chapter 2

Ten years had passed by in the blink of an eye. Paro and I saw each other often—while coming back from tuitions, we stopped to treat each other to rabri kulfi—other times, our mothers met up and sent us away to Paro’s room to talk about whatever.

That day, ten years ago, Maa had indeed freaked out when she came home. After an hour-long lecture and a peck on the forehead, we walked down the block with a box of rasgullas as I hung onto her elbow, feet barely brushing against the pavement.

Our mothers had a lovely chat while we pretended to organise a court case with our Barbies. It was certainly weird, now that I think of it—but it was a start.

At fifteen, we had grown closer still. Papa appeared in my dreams often, but if I stole Paro’s cologne and wore it myself, he would slowly fade into the background. Sometimes, when I woke up sweating, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, gently guiding me back to reality. It was Paro—I knew it by the way her fingers splayed across my shoulder, her nails digging into my bones, crushing the marrow open. I want to see, Renu. Let me see the words written inside you. Is it still red?

When I turned, it wasn’t Paro. It was thin air.

Red air.

But when I held Paro’s hand, swinging it as we sang Kishore Kumar in the wrong key, it was white.

It was normal.

It was nice.

When I held Paro’s hand, Papa seemed as much of a myth as the Gods.

As the day of our board examinations grew nearer, Paro began to come over more often. She was exceptional in the Sciences—whereas I excelled in neither, deciding to rot away in my bedroom, writing things on red paper only to crumple it up and throw it in the red dustbin.

Paro, on the other hand, made chemistry—the demon king of the Sciences—seem like a tiny kitten—a thing to adore, not be frightened of.

After her daily ‘coaching’, as I liked to tease her, she shut the door to her bedroom and practised bharatanatyam. Sometimes, she allowed me to watch her practice. I always went in with my notebook, in case inspiration struck at the strangest of times. Once she started dancing, however, the pen remained tucked behind my ear.

She had been dancing since she was nine—and yet, she moved like an apsara who had spent her immortal life doing nothing but dancing—she moved like a wild deer, a fierce, glazed look in her eyes; her every step falling on beat, making the ground shake. She was mercy, she was ruthlessness. She was dark, she was light. She was Kaali, she was Parvati.

She was mine, and she was not mine.

One evening, one of the many nights when she allowed me a glimpse into her divinity, I caught sight of things I had refused to acknowledge before—the slight tremor of her fingers when she held a mudra for far too long, how her eyes grew darker when the sunlight clouded her with its divine embrace, a vein throbbing in her temple, a stray strand of hair falling over her face as she held her stance, glaring defiantly at who knows what.

And just like that, the music stopped.

Paro clapped her hands and beamed at me. “So, how was it?” she asked, breathless.

“Great,” I breathed. Divine, on the tip of my tongue.

Even in her slightly frayed shirt and messy bun, she looked like a goddess shrouded in sunlight. And oh, how I wished to be the sunlight. Her sunlight.

“Oh, you,” she chuckled, swatting my shoulder playfully.

“Oh, you,” I repeated under my breath.

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ok this is slightly unhinged. c'mon, we all are :')

#a shade darker than red chapter 2 #gaylord writes

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mermaidfanficlibrary · 8 months

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The Boy in the Forest | TWST x Male Reader

Whoo! Chapter 1! This took forever to decide to post! Hope you enjoy! This is also posted on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: The Second Star is Born

Chapter 1: The Boy in the Forest {You are here}

Chapter 2: Flowers bloom beautifully in blood

Chapter 3: Magic can't be dangerous..Can it? | TBR

Chapter 4: With you, I'll Never Fail to Smile| TBR

Chapter 5: Acceptance in this World can't be Found | TBR

Chapter 6: My Love for You will Never Falter | TBR

Chapter 7: Here I am Once More| TBR

OC FACE CLAIMS (The following pictures aren't mine):

Mors Sunnin

Anala Sunnin

When most here about the second star to the right, they always think of a magical land full of wonder and mystery. Of fairies, and joyous feelings. This star wasn’t only in the sky, it was also a boy.

A boy created by the gods of old and new. Gods of earth, sea and sky. He was an immortal being of many forms, as well as great power to move mountains and seas. The main purpose for his creation, however, to guide those to their endings, no matter the cost. This boy’s name was Y/n.

His creation was one of bright, warm light and love. However, that love would only be given to those he would grow close too and not himself. It would be a future struggle later in his life. Once the world was ready for his birth, Zeus cleared the clouds as Artemis and Hera gently brought the child into a woodland clearing.

Y/n had no parents, well, none that were present that is. The gods and goddesses in the sky never made themselves present to the boy, as they thought it would be too much for him. Only when Y/n had encountered the first person that needed to be guided would he know of his roots to godhood.

Y/n was created to look like a 5-year-old, and he stayed in that clearing for a hundred years. Surrounded by wildlife, Y/n made friends with the birds and the deer. He found companions in even the tiniest of creatures. The deer would bring him food, and the bears would fish with him. He only ever wore a white tunic with a similar fabric pants.

They were often covered in grass stains and mud, since the boy was very playful in an environment full of nature. He was considered the king of the forest, though that title was only known amongst the critters.

He was even looked after by the strong dragons from afar. Most were curious why this boy was here, and what his purpose was.

Many a mythical creature took interest in the child, from dragons to the first of the fairy generations. They would trade for the curious boy’s attention and spend any and all time with him.

Y/n soon had dragon and fae parents looking after him for those hundred years before he was discovered by humanity.

Y/n never felt a need to eat, but the ones he called parents fed him fruits the most. Meat was a rare cuisine Y/n would consume due to his critter friends, but he would later learn otherwise. The boy often found himself eating flowers, like roses. Just picked roses, and even if they didn't taste like anything, it was something he loved. He was recommended the roses by the small bunnies.

As the time went on, Y/n saw the world around him change. He saw the seasons fade, bloom and fade once more. He saw the creatures he loved grow old, have their family, and watch that family grow old.

This cycle was something he became familiar with. It was a cycle Y/n grew to hate, but appreciated the brining of new life and new friends that came along. Y/n had asked the dragons and fae folk that he had loved why this happened.

Many knew the answer quite well, and it was those who had brought the seasons along for generations. One of the fae spoke.

“Y/n, sweetie, this cycle happens to bring new changes to the world.”

Y/n stared back at the fairy dressed in petals.

“I don’t want things to change! I want them the way they are!”

The fairy understood Y/n’s upset feelings. She had guided the small boy to a bed of baby flowers. Y/n was in shock at how pretty it was in this secluded area. Y/n knelt down as the small fairy fluttered to show him the little buds.

“You see Y/n, if change didn’t happen then these beautiful roses would be stuck in these rosebuds. Cursed to never bloom and share their beauty with the world. It’s the very same with all the creatures that surround you. Change doesn’t stop there, for there is change in you too It is not something that can be stopped, but something to embrace.”

Y/n nodded, sort of understanding what his fairy friend meant. However, he still didn’t quite like change and leaving things behind, only with his memory to keep everything alive. Even though his physic didn't change, his mind did.

The 100th year of being in that forest had dawned and ended, and Y/n was left in the snow all on his own. No one to go too other than the trees that were bare. Winter was a very lonely, since all creatures alike hibernated. Y/n tried it himself, but it was a lifestyle he could not sustain.

Y/n laid in the cold snow under a tree where he met all the friends of his past, the snow molding his body shape. He dozed off watching the clear blue sky. A few short minutes after, the h/c boy woke up to the soft shaking of his arm.

Y/n jumped up in panic and started quickly shifting into different fighting poses. His e/c eyes landed on a boy who was as tall as Y/n. This boy was seemingly the same age as Y/n, well physically looking they looked the same age. The boy giggled, seeing Y/n’s confused face. The boy spoke up.

“Why are you sitting out in the snow? You’ll get sick!”

Y/n looked very confused. He didn’t understand what this creature meant. Y/n looked at the boy.

“No I won’t. And who are you to say? You’re out here too, so you’ll get sick.”

The boy giggled softly. This confused Y/n. He didn’t understand anything from this creature that stood in front of him. Y/n looked down to see this creature walking on two legs; it made him quite curious. None of the animals or creatures he was around ever walked on two legs; none of them looked like Y/n did.

“What are you?”

The boy looked confused. What did this h/c boy mean?

“Don’t you mean ‘Who are you’?”

Y/n shook his head, confusing the creature in front of him.

“No, I mean what are you.”

“I’m a person!”

Y/n seemed confused. He heard of creatures that looked like him, but it was mostly the fairies the looked like him. They were just smaller than he was. The dragons had spoke of things called humans, and only ever described them to look like Y/n. That was only once or twice, and one of those times was when Y/n got confused for one.

“What is a person?”

The boy giggled again, finding this behavior cute and quite funny. How could this boy in front of him not know what a person was?

“It’s what I am, and you’re one too.”

Y/n was left confused again. He was unsure of what to say, but he didn’t need to say anything. The boy with black hair did all the talking.

“My name is Mors! Mors Sunnin! What's yours?”

“Y/n.”

Mors looked confused again. However, a gust of wind interrupted the two with a bitter cold following it. Mors grabbed Y/n with his gloved one, and led him to a wooden house near the forest they exited from. Inside was a seating area with a few books scattered around, a fireplace with a bright blazing fire radiating its heat through the halls, and a small kitchen where a woman with fire red hair stood.

“Are you back so soon, Mors? I surely thought you would have spent more time outside.”

The woman turned around with bright emerald eyes staring into e/c ones. The woman’s face softened into a smile as she looked at her son.

“Oh Mors, who is this cutie?”

The woman knelt down to the level of the two boys. Mors beamed with happiness as he still held Y/n’s s/c hand.

“This is my new friend! His name is Y/n! Y/n, this is my mom!”

Y/n was confused again, and it visibly showed. Mors mom brought her hand to gently ruffled his h/c hair.

“My name is Anala. It's wonderful to meet you, sweetie.”

Y/n nodded as if sharing the same feelings. All his thoughts were a flurry of confusion and curiosity. Mors dragged Y/n all around the small cottage, showing all of his favorite things and the hiding places that Mors found.

Mors usually used these hiding places as a safe place whenever he was home alone or when something scary happened. Mors also taught so many things to Y/n that he didn't understand. Mors explained what he could about civilization and what humans were.

However, since this information was coming from a child, it was hard to tell what was truth and what was just made up nonsense. About a week later, Y/n had met Mors father. It was an odd meeting to say the least.

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