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yaeggravate · 5 months

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Theory: Kaeya's Mom is a Scion of Nabu Malikata

you know it's funny how we've gotten zero information about the other half of kaeya's family… unless??

warning: slight crack

Kaeya: According to the merchant I bought it from, mysterious spirits called Jinn often live in lamps like this, and this lamp in particular once housed a very powerful Jinni.

in kaeya's hangout, we are gifted a mysterious lamp. kaeya says the merchant who sold it to him claims it once housed a powerful jinni. this lamp is called Mysterious Lamp of Fate Ordained. (remember this.) kaeya then explains what the jinn are as if he just discovered brand new information which is odd because kaeya has told klee a story about a jinni trapped in a lamp before.

aforementioned story is a reference to the story of The Fisherman and the Jinni from One Thousand and One Nights and also to the in-game book The Shepard and the Magic Bottle, a four star quest item that permanently stays in your inventory.

both stories concern a jinni being freed from a magic bottle upon which they grant three wishes. curiously, kaeya uses the last wish of the in-real-life story instead of the game's. in his version, the jinni gets trapped, in the book of the game, the jinni stays freed.

Kaeya: He said to the Jinni, "Wait, how could your massive body fit inside such a small bottle? I won't ever believe it unless I see with my own eyes!" The Jinni became angry, and said, "Mwahaha. Foolish boy, you dare question my powers!?" The Jinni then returned inside the bottle and the boy swiftly sealed it shut.

The Shepard and the Jinni The young man hesitated for a moment, and asked the last question. "What's it like to live in a bottle?" Seemingly having never heard of such a question before, the spirit was slightly surprised before she answered slowly.

strangely enough, it's not the first time kaeya has been connected to lamps. in the furniture description for Trusty Portable Lamp he went around telling children that the souls of fireflies are trapped inside lamps.

No thanks to the Cavalry Captain's jests, a rather morbid children's tale exists in Mondstadt concerning these lamps. The nuns have had to explain to the kids that no, these lanterns do not contain the imprisoned souls of fireflies.

furthermore, his ascension material is The Spirit Locket of Boreas. probably just another coincidence but nothing can ever be taken for granted when it involves this guy. perhaps all of these strange associations with imprisoned spirits is foreshadowing something bigger, who knows.

still, in the context of his hangout, kaeya's gift being a lamp is actually pretty random compared to gifts of other companions.

so i started thinking, the play and the intaglio showed us his ties to the alberich clan while the other routes showed his ties to mondstadt so it stands to reason that we should have hints towards the unknown maternal side of his family right? could this be the lamp?

before we dive into crack territory let me explain what the jinn are first. they're spirits born from night-blue water lilies that were nourished by nabu malikata's blood. jinn can take the appearance of blobs like dori's spirit or that of humans, and they can even reproduce with them as seen with everyone's most behated lamp, liloupar.

we have no idea how kaeya seemingly dodged the curse but what if he was blessed by a jinni? maybe someone made a contract with a jinni and this is how he's able to age normally. it could even be connected to his lucky coin that can land on any side he wishes. if guoba can be a stove god, it's not too far-fetched to think the coin could house some kind of spirit.

Kaeya: Of course, this whole arrangement hinges on a preexisting amount of trust between the two of us. I can't just get any strange coins to listen to me.

also, liloupar said something interesting about jinn being able to take someone's pain away from them:

Jeht: Can Jinn feel pain too? Liloupar: The Jinn have little need for a vessel, and even less need for senses. But should we begin to connect with others… Then we will take from them their pain… Even should we not comprehend the source of it.

who knows, perhaps this could even extend to a curse.

moving on to the good stuff:

these tcg cards show an unknown woman wearing the Vourukasha's Glow artifact set that is associated with nabu malikata. her outfit resembles nilou's outfit, which is modeled after nabu malikata's, but is noticeably lacking the horns nabu malikata was said to have.

the description for this card is Scions of Khvarena, which means that this lady is most likely just a follower or heir of nabu malikata.

(however, columbina, who is very likely to be a seelie survivor like nabu malikata, has bits of dark pink hair and is also lacking the horns, meaning we can't exactly determine that this woman isn't nabu malikata.)

in any case, the loading screen for khvarena is also called Scions of the Khvarena and it tells us something interesting: that khvarena can dwell inside humans.

Scions of the Khvarena Thanks to the nourishment of the Amrita, the Khvarena split apart to manifest countless forms. Some can find themselves dwelling within individual humans, while others might develop an awareness of their own…

khvarena are spirits that can purify abyssal corruption. they were created by nabu malikata. another interesting bit of trivia is that khvarena used to be localized as Soul Light.

taking a gander here but what if this lady and other human heirs of the khvarena are people who have the khvarena inside of them? i have actually speculated about this before that kaeya's mother might have had khvarena inside of her which ended up neutralizing or suppressing kaeya's curse.

you see, khvarena can reverse the effects of the abyss. and it was said that the oasis could cure all ills. though i should add, it probably isn't very effective on khaenri'ahns who are already cursed, as we've seen with dainsleif who was actually there recovering at the amrita pool but is still zombified.

(khvarena is green energy, and what i found curious is that the lamp kaeya gives you actually emits green smoke when you touch it. kaeya's favorite drink is death after noon, which is green due to the absinthe within. in literature, absinthe is known as The Green Fairy...)

to me, the most intriguing part is that khvarena is based on khvarenah, the divine royal glory.

Khvarenah is an Avestan word for a Zoroastrian concept literally denoting "glory" or "splendour" but understood as a divine mystical force or power projected upon and aiding the appointed. The neuter noun thus also connotes "(divine) royal glory", reflecting the perceived divine empowerment of kings. The term also carries a secondary meaning of "(good) fortune"; those who possess it are able to complete their mission or function.

when you read this, does it not remind you of kaeya's character? we all know by now that kaeya is associated with nobility/royalty, and good fortune (with his lucky coin and some of his dialogue).

Mona: Kaeya Alberich? He's a Pavo Ocellus. Destined for greatness and grandeur… and to hide ugly realities behind a layer of charm and elegance. He believes he has made a clean break with his past, but one day fate will catch up with him. When it does, he will have a major decision to make.

we don't know what kaeya's name is derived from, but it could be from the legendary Kayanians, who were also said to possess khvarenah!

anyway, back to the scions, i think it's possible that the following tribes are the scions of khvarena.

The matriarchs of the Tanit, Uzza, Shimti, and other tribes besides all refer to themselves as "Daughters of the Flower Goddess."

the Flower Goddess is nabu malikata who also calls the khvarena daughter of flowers, meaning these tribes are very likely to be the scions.

"My Khvarena, daughter of flowers…"

and like the lady on the card, matriarch babel of the tanit tribe has light pink hair.

(though, as a reminder, unbeknownst to her, babel was not actually born into the tanit tribe so we can't use her as a reference as she most likely did not have the blessing of khvarena, which is what i suspect is the reason she had to use poor JEHT.)

unfortunately, there's zero information about the other two tribes but shimti caught my eye here.

Ashima was a West Semitic goddess of fate related to the Akkadian goddess Shimti ("fate"), who was a goddess in her own right but also a title of other goddesses such as Damkina and Ishtar.

shimti means fate!!!

FATE!!

mysterious lamp of fate ordained!!!!

peacock accessories, gold accents and dead mom sidebraid!!!!

Traveler: I never knew you could inherit eye patches. Kaeya: My! (Traveler), how could you not know such common knowledge! This is no different from children inheriting their hairstyle from their parents!

kaeya last name shimti REAL you heard it here first-

ok you can laugh now but wouldn't it be nice if kaeya's mom turned out to be a pretty pink haired lady who is a descendent of nabu malikata? i think it would be nice 😌.

#.txt #lore bytes #kaeya alberich #who is kaeya's mom #where is kaeya's mom #WHY NO KAEYA MOM!!!

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lured-into-wonderland · 2 years

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“Greetings, Nunnally. A letter came via familiar from our benefactor several fortnights ago. He has informed me that today is your supposed ‘birthday’ or rather, that’s what’s written in the paperwork anyway. Regardless, I surmised it would be the perfect occasion for me to reward you for once. After all, I would hardly be a suitable master if I only ever disciplined you. Every now and then it’s worth rejoicing one’s existence and achievements in life, yours included. So, sit down and relax for a moment. During some of my earlier outings this week, I decided to purchase some items you might enjoy. Yes, I used that man’s fortune for it, but I consider it more than worthwhile if it’d make you happy.”

First, the Vampire turned around to retrieve a vase of various lilies, ranging from titanium white to a vivid fuchsia color. Petals blooming outwards as if saluting the matinal sunlight filtering past dark lace curtains to illuminate the room, a testament to their healthy condition to reassure them both the flowers would not wilt in the near future or the weeks to come. A delicate fragrance permeated their surroundings, greeting their noses with the promise of prosperity and abundance to come.

“Somehow, I got an inkling that you might appreciate these flowers. Lilies really suit you in a sense. They signify rebirth, purity, innocence, and devotion, as you might already know,” chuckled Ruki as he set them down beside her on a nearby table to apricate in nourishment. “Be certain to take the utmost care of them. A lily’s lifespan is quite fleeting.”

Next, he took a small box from his pocket and handed it to the girl, a sincere smile plastered upon his visage.

“Go ahead and open it. I realize it’s quite silly to buy something like this for you, but it’s for your rabbit plush. Cut lilies sitting in a vase may soon perish, but this is a clip for one of its ears if you are into lavishing your belongings with extravagant accessories and whatnot. I thought it appeared a bit bare as is, so perhaps this lily might look cute on it.”

After handing her the second gift, the Vampire then teleported to the kitchen momentarily to carry a plate of savory clam chowder with bits of scallop and freshly baked cookies back to the room Nunnally where waited.

“For you. Based on the cookies I showed you how to bake that one time. And soup is one of my favorite foods as you may have guessed from the previous suppers, so I settled on chowder for your special day. Do tell me how it tastes.”

Reaching for an item off one of the coat hangers, Ruki came back with one final gift: a scarf woven with the most deluxe, vibrantly cerise threads, a sheen sported only by the finest satin and other luxurious materials perfect for any esteemed individual to wear with pride.

“Do you remember when you asked me for your opinion on which color you should wear? Well, I believe I told you red looked best. Not only because it reminds me of your blood, but because I genuinely think the color looks beautiful on you, Nunnally. I hope you’ll think of me when you wear it outside.”

Oddly enough, the Vampire showed her a genuine grin the whole time, taking her into his arms for a tight embrace.

“Our time together might’ve not been the most fortuitous for you, but being by your side fills me with more than just a sense of duty towards that man. With each moment I find myself wanting to protect you, Nunnally. To hold you close, to safeguard you, and to see more of the world alongside you." A faint blush dusted his cheeks. "Happy Birthday, even if it is not truly your birthday.”

Nunnally felt humiliated. “Who dared!? Who dared telling Ruki the truth about her? Who dared telling Ruki that she had no birthday and no past!? Why is Ruki coming here to make fun of her?” – she felt her cheeks becoming white and red and her hands curling into fists. Nunnally was so humiliated that she did not feel strong enough to oppose Ruki when he again called himself her Master. Yet, his words were marked with small tears in the edges of her eyes. She only hoped he would not be able to read her true feelings. That he’d confuse them with anything, with anything else.

The girl became even more confused, when Ruki presented her lilies. She expected anything, but not that.

“Are you…? Are you actually giving me flowers, Ruki?” – she asked as if that was not obvious, as if she expected that was some kind of a cruel joke. But when Ruki gave her a box and she found a pin for her rabbit, the tears of humiliation slowly turned into the tears of joy. Nunnally knew Ruki found the purple rabbit far too childish for her, and yet he had actually gotten her an accessory for it.

She did not know what to think about it all. She raised her head from above the clip to meet his eyes only to realize that Ruki disappeared. She did not mind it. Perhaps she even preferred it. She hid her face into the lilies still keeping the box firmly in her hand. She was not thinking about anything specific; her heart and mind being filled with emotions she did not understand.

“I will never understand Ruki. Nor I really want to.” – she whispered quietly only to realize that the Vampire was back with the soup and her favourite cookies. As if that was not enough, he handled her the red scarf, and before she could fully comprehend his words and his deeds, Nunnally found herself in his tight embrace. She knew she should not have allowed it, but she had no will and no strength to fight him. She knew she was weak because she wanted it to last, she wanted to believe Ruki, to accept that he meant the words he had said.

Nunnally hid her face in his chest. She knew she should say something, to thank Ruki for his generosity, but she did not want to speak. Nunnally was convinced that if she broke the silence, it would all finish. And she did not want it to finish. She wanted to prolong this moment for however longer she could.

When she started to talk, she was still in a different time and space, where Nunnally was not Nunnally. Where she was a girl that had a right to be happy. Where she was a girl that could choose. Where she was a girl…

“This is all so beautiful. I Does it mean…does it mean you…”

No, she did not dare to finish the question. Instead, she whispered: “Thank you, thank you Mas—“

She did not finish. She couldn’t say this word. Not now and not ever. After all, she was Nunnally. She was a girl that did not have a right to be happy. She was a girl that could not choose. She was not a girl… She pulled back.

“Forgive me. This is the best birthday I ever had. This is the only birthday I ever had. But being so greedy… I’d like to hear these words again, Ruki. May you please repeat them again for me? Just one more time.“

#Ruki Mukami #ruki--mukami #Nunnally #Nunnally Sakamaki #not-a-birthday-event #((I am sorry it took me so long ))#(( but yes. she never had a birthday before ))

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princessmadafu · 2 years

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Palatias and Laurentia

Maybe not as interesting as yesterday’s post about the Markles, but I have to pass on the following from my new almanac for Oct 8th.

Trigger warning - may make you feel a bit icky.

Palatias and Laurentia were martyred during the Diocletian Persecutions. Laurentia having been Palatias's wetnurse, my almanac suggests Woman's Milk as something of a cure-all for the winter ailments that are starting to kick in at this time of year. I can understand that in the days when water could be deadly, you might think that breastmilk would be more hygienic and somewhat nourishing, but then you read what they mixed it with and really, they were floundering in superstition, the doctrine of signatures, and trying to balance their Four Humors. I'd suggest you stick to your local pharmacist's advice!

(1) Recipe for earache: "Take the gall of an hare and mix it with woman's milk. Put these into the ear warm, and stop it close with black wool. It healeth in nine days."

(2) Recipe for a fever: “Take a snail, and cleanse it, and take the clean lather and mix it with a woman’s milk; give it to him to drink.”

So in other words, you feed your patient breastmilk with snail goo in it! If you don't have any breastmilk to hand, you can still use the snails:

(3) For fever with persistent cough: "Take the root of hollyhock and lily and steep them in water. Then crush them with fresh grease and butter, add meal of flax seed and fenugreek and snails, and crush them together."

No snails? Don't worry, here's another one:

(4) For an ague: Swallow half a dram of clean spiders' webs every morning for few days. When the fit is over, pound six drams of bark with a spoonful of peppercorns and a nutmeg, and mix with rum or wine; "Take of this about the bigness of a nut every four hours. It is proved."

I like that bit, “It is proved”!

If at any point you are injured while digging up roots and collecting snails and spiders' webs (or indeed while getting arrested for breastmilk foraging) you could always try Rodolphus Goclorus's 1608 "Magnetical Cure" which can only be made while the sun is in Libra so you still have a couple of weeks to gather your ingredients:

(5) Recipe for wounds:

2oz moss from the skull of a strangled man

1.5oz mummia of man's blood (see Wikipedia)

1.5oz earthworms washed in wine

2oz hemetitis [=an oxide of iron, hence the "Magnetical Cure"]

2 drams each of boar fat and boar pig fat

2 drams oil of turpentine

"Pound the ingredients and keep in a narrow pot." And just so we're ABSOLUTELY CLEAR about this, you DO NOT rub it on your wound, you rub it on the knife or spade or taser or whatever caused your injury. You do, however, have to wash the wound with your own urine every morning to keep it clean.

I saw two women with purple hair in the village yesterday, I think Mad's started a trend...

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babelast · 5 months

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I never thought I could reach this point. I lied to myself, stabbed my own heart with wounds that could never be healed, made myself into a monster. I thought I would be lost forever, but now I understand that real pain can only come from hope, not from the absence of it.

I was a vessel of wrath. From the torment of my defilement, where vile men took me and used me, I called upon the heavens and the hells for vengeance. And they answered with horror.

I was reborn a vampire, cursed with everlasting life to take revenge upon all men. A vampire not of blood, but of lust, a curse to use me as a vessel to feed on the dark desires of men. My hunger insatiable, sucking the lifeforce from any victim who fell under my spell, the bad and the good, the noble and the wicked.

And I am just as much a slave to it as they are. The Goddess of Lust. A screaming need to fulfill myself own desires yet never satisfied even after consuming the lives of thousands of men. I am desperation incarnate, a hollowness that can never be filled.

Until I found him.

Shunji Tienzhang, the man who knows what I am. Who can resist the awful seduction that I am. And yet who willingly sacrifices himself to be with me. Who allows me sanity by freely giving beyond what my curse demands: love, true love beyond in the insatiable lust that consumes me and all around me.

It eats him. He cries with pain every time I consume a little more. Yet he insists we go on, his goodness becoming a perpetual feast to my wantonness that makes me . . . almost human again even as it eats away at him.

His love, pure and in complete recognition of what I am, is the first hope I've had in centuries. And I watch him eroding little by little against a fight he cannot hope to win for much longer. A blood donor whose life is running out.

“I was born to be tortured for you,” he tells me, stroking my hair, holding me close those it pains him. “I am willing to die for you, because I love you, Lily my flower.”

My first real love.

Until I met Ateru Angkasa.

Every time I see him, my heart stops, my breath distant. And every time we accidentally touch, instead of my powers overwhelming him with seduction, it is I who am seduced: all my energy, my desires, my lust taken away. My pain is gone!

Ateru, who has the noble heart of my Shunji, yet has the strength to remain, to be whole, to not wither into oblivion like my poor dear is doing. Both his heart and his power can nourish me. I feel it to be true!

But Ateru's fate is with his Queen. I can’t be with him. And how could I leave my Shunji, knowing that has rescued me. Even if not completely, it was he who gave me my first hope.

I am torn, raging myself apart by something I did not know I could not believe in: a permanence of hope that is not fleeting and that could remain . . . forever if I am but his.

Oh Shunji, my poor sweet boy. You innocently hold me as I wither you away, not knowing that the worst is yet to come. For how can I leave you, you who have brought me so much. And yet how can I remain, knowing that It is me who shall end you?

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lashhers · 7 months

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𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @ruinblade !

mun: lili, 24 years old, she / her. likes coffee a little too much. abysmal sleeping schedule. still relatively a baby to the world of runeterra and league of legends. aram and normals only. soraka and seraphine main, let's queue together!

this is my temporary, unfancy rules post with more to be added till i make my Actual pinned but my one huge rule is uhhh

♡ don’t be a fuckin’ dick, bruv ♡

i don’t own league, i don’t own evelynn, how i write her is how i write her.

i won’t interact with writers who are minors.

i’m down to write a lot of stuff and many different types of bonds + relationships for evelynn, and i won’t ever want to force a ship. duplicates of a character will always be handled differently from one another.

stuff that’s ought to be tagged will be tagged. if you need me to tag something for you, gimme a ping. i’ll never write rape, incest, pedophilia, etc. although evelynn is a very sexually-charged character in her design beyond just appearance, i have no desire to write any smut. sexual themes are abound however, as are the evelynn-appropriate triggers and themes of death and murder, blood and gore, sadism, and other themes associated with her brand of horror.

while i will use k/da content as a resource, as it pleases me, my evelynn is mainly based as she is within main canon in runeterra. she's very adjustable to other canons, au's, and i will be developing my own headcanon / personal meta. don't steal my shit. everything i've made on my blog thus far is all made by me or commissioned, as referenced at the very bottom of my page.

evelynn is a sick creature, borne from the collective suffering of the rune wars and having been nourished by the pain and agony. she stalks, shapeshifts, and seduces her prey with the goal of bringing them to the highest peak of ecstasy and joy before bringing them to their lowest, to feed on their suffering. although evelynn is a master at seduction and luring victims in, she does not have sex with them and sees no merit in it since she's pretty obsessed with just feasting on their agony. that doesn't mean she couldn't involve herself sexually with other muses, but that's just up to her own discretion, what the situation is of the plot, and if i feel like it'd be interesting to happen upon agreement! generally she's asexual, and is quite literally genderfluid as evelynn takes the form of what would most attract her victims. her most femme-appearing form takes preference since it's made hunting easier, and is referred to in official material as 'she', but she can look however as she pleases.

i’m super crossover friendly, i’m down for oc’s, and i love writing with castmates. however, i will not be interacting with duplicates.

i use icons and a lil bit of fancy formatting in my writing but you don’t have to, i don’t really care! i’ll turn replies to an ask into a separate post though.

due to chronic illness, college, and work, my well-being takes precedence over my hobby. please understand that as i extend the same courtesy to you! i will be putting up announcements if i'll be on low activity, so as to not raise expectations too high of fast replies. i'm always happy to chat in im or dm, or to plot, but writing takes more spoons. never hesitate to ping me for inquiries, plot discussions, dynamic stuffs.

just throw yourself in. cowabunga, dudes.

CREDIT TO @ruinblade for my icon psd, header, and dividers as well as @poetryrph for my pinned!

#TEMPORARY PIN .

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whitelily9 · 1 year

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hanayumi · 3 years

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ships in the night

(kazuha x fem reader)

in which it takes him a while to tell you the truth.

tags: fluff, soft kazuha

word count: tba!

“Couldn’t sleep?”

The door to your balcony shifts ajar; his blood runs cold at the sight of your face peeking out. “My apologies. Did I wake you?”

You shake your head, stifling a yawn. “No, just had a feeling you’d stop by. It’s such a heavy storm out there after all.”

“You can… stay awhile, if you want,” you offer, half-awake but nonetheless beckoning him to come inside. He obliges, looking sheepish but thankful. Outside, thick grey clouds taper off in your direction, along with a familiar earthy scent with the promise of a relentless thunderstorm hanging in the air. Over in Guyun Forest, the Crux Fleet must be struggling with weighted rainfall by now.

“Sorry,” he mutters, a little while later when you come back with freshly-brewed tea.

“It’s okay, really,” you give him a hazy smile, bringing your own cup to your lips and giving it an experimental sip. “It’s not your fault you can’t sit still in the rain.”

He peers at you with indiscernible emotion through wafting steam.

“You’re very kind,” he tells you, and his straightforwardness makes you blush a little.

The samurai with one bandaged hand watches the adoring girl smile into her cup; the tea she made him sifts in his throat and the question lingers unsaid on the tip of his tongue.

In the morning, he makes sure you find the single maple leaf he left on your doorstep, and sends a light breeze picking up the strands of hair dancing on your nape.

A little ‘thank-you’ gift.

You never asked why he bothered to keep you company every night—when your work piled up like sandcastles rivalling your colleague Ganyu’s—and he never disclosed his reasons. Perhaps he was seeking a more quiet place to spend the night, away from drunken sailors and tone-deaf singing (not that you would ever bring it up in front of Beidou).

But you’re happy just to be granted time with him. Sometimes he’ll leave for a few days on a trip or two, though it’s never more than a week later when you find him tapping softly at the screen obscuring your balcony.

“(Name),” he calls softly, from his self-proclaimed spot on the floor by your bed. “The finches have ceased their birdsong; the wind tonight is exceptionally nourishing and gentle. It would be a shame to let this tranquil night pass us by.”

“You’re awfully insistent, aren’t you?” you smile, already beginning to put your work away. “Alright, give me a second.”

Sometimes silence can hold the weight of the world when there’s no one to thaw it, but with him it’s different. There are no fabricated pretences coupled with false pleasantries (the kind you’ve grown used to dealing with in your line of work) when you’re with him—only a comfortable silence that has you hanging on to the look of serenity laced in his features.

It’s probably past midnight by now, yet Liyue has a certain vibrancy that goes unmatched even in this late hour. Your gaze flutters between Kazuha’s placid expression and the myriad of boats dotting the dark blue waters. Gold from the port lanterns casts a lustre of radiance on his gentle features. You wonder if this is what true bliss feels like.

Seconds turn into minutes, until his gentle voice spills into the silence. “The other day,” he begins, and as you turn to him his gaze remains fixed on the horizon. “I heard from some folk that the Glaze Lilies found in the wild are far superior in beauty compared to the ones in Yujing Terrace.”

You hum in curiosity, and can’t help but make a mental note of how his eyes reflect roses blooming to life, a mellow crimson tinged with gold that has your heart skipping a beat whenever you’re up close like this.

“It took me a while, but I finally found one.”

You want to ask what he means, gaze flickering from his face to his hand—

And your breath catches in your throat.

Supple petals gleam under yellow and silver moonlight; a delicate lily sits beckoningly on his palm.

“Kazuha…?” Your mouth is agape, all words evading you as he merely reaches out to cup your cheek.

“I don’t see what all the fuss is about.” He smiles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear—he coaxes the glaze lily into your hair like it’s the most natural thing to do.

“In my eyes,” he whispers. “They are but nothing compared to you.”

You feel your heart leap into your throat, cheeks set aflame and shock threatening to pull you asunder. Is he…n-no way..

“Wha…what do you mean?”

And his eyes reflect resolve, but lovingly so.

“I love you, is what I mean.”

Everything goes still; the world seems to blur at the edges as all of a sudden you feel his lips graze against your own—and they’re soft.

So soft, softer than you ever imagined. Your heart won’t quit battering against your ribcage—‘he loves me, he really does love me!’—but in your chest all you feel is roses roses roses, happiness that blooms unabashedly like roses when his lips meld against yours oh-so-tenderly. His thumb brushes against your cheek as your eyes flutter shut, fingers reaching upwards to tangle themselves in silver tresses. You smile just like a lovestruck idiot.

The single glaze lily sits firmly entangled in both of your fingers.

#genshin impact fluff #genshin fic #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #genshin self insert

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monstersdownthepath · 3 years

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Monster Spotlight: Calathgar

CR 4

Neutral Small Plant

Adventure Path: Kingmaker: Blood for Blood, pg. 84~85 (Picture from Pathfinder 2e Bestiary 2, pg. 45!)

Also adorably known as Hail Lilies to botanists and horticulturalists, Calathgar are plants that live primarily in frozen forests, as their fragile constitution cannot handle excessive heat. They are in fact Vulnerable to Fire, and are so invigorated by chilly temperatures that their Cold Healing grants them fast healing 1 if they‘re somewhere nice and icy. Even with magic in the air, such strikingly colorful plants are uncommon in the frigid north, meaning just about anyone who lives in the area knows what Calathgar look like and how to avoid them, which suits the plants just fine.

Actually a species of intelligent plant (albeit at only 6 Int), Calathgar form rudimentary, reclusive pseudo-societies away from the trampling feet and curious hands of mankind. They lack anything that could conceivably be called a ‘culture,’ having no traditions, rituals, artistry, or anything of the like, and even lack any ambition beyond survival, their existence devoted to protecting one another and gathering food for their secluded groves. A simple existence as any (mercifully, they don’t seem capable of boredom), but one that makes them violently protective of their way of life. While intruders in their lands are first warned by the strong scent of vinegar the Hail Lilies exude when afraid or threatened, those who fail to heed these warnings can quickly find themselves surrounded and beaten back.

Calathgar can whip with two strong vines for 1d4+2 damage, and their toothy maw deals 1d6+2 and 1d6 Cold damage with each bite. While reluctant to actually kill intelligent intruders--for they know the wrath mankind can rain down upon all who attack it--one thing that’s sure to stir a murderous fury in the creatures is slaying one of their young. The beautiful, gorgeously blue flowers don’t actually become ambulatory until a year after they first begin growing, lacking all ability to defend themselves from anyone hypnotized by their wondrous allure. But stepping on one, or god forbid plucking one, is sure to bring to bear the true fury of these frozen plants, who become distraught by the destruction of their young in the same way a human parent would cry out if their own child was slain.

Driven by this anguished fury, the Calathgar become eager to replace their lost young, unveiling their most dangerous ability: Seed Spray. Three times a day, Calathgar can weaponize their potential offspring, blasting a 15ft cone with 4d6 Cold damage from their frozen, razor-sharp seeds. In their natural habitat, these seeds cling to their victims, dealing 1d6 more Cold damage the round after as well. Immune to the effects of their frozen breath (and in fact, healed by it), enraged Calathgar will usually surround the offender and concentrate their blasts of cold onto the victim until they’re slain, their bodies used as mulch to replace the children they slew.

But say you’re a foolish adventurer tasked with collecting a bouquet of Hail Lilies, believing that you’ve just fallen into the ambush of some kind of ravenous plant monster... And unfortunately, communications between the Calathgar are scent-based, and though they can understand Sylvan they cannot speak it, so this scenario isn’t as far-fetched as one may believe. So, you fight off the ambush and even slay one of the plants in the process, and to your horror the plant explodes into noxious, slimy Brown Mold, and your job just got infinitely harder.

Calathgar live symbiotically with Brown Mold, the fungus infesting their every inch and nourished by their metabolic functions in exchange for letting the Calathgar survive in environments that aren’t sub-zero. The lilies’ vulnerability to Fire becomes a trap, because while killing them with fire is simple, that means you’ve just fed a 10ft patch of Brown Mold that further doubles in size with every exposure to flame. Even casting fire spells nearby it will make it surge forward to engulf the heat source! Dealing 3d6 Cold damage to every creature within 5ft of its mass (which, again, heals the Calathgar), a party overwhelmed by a Calathgar ambush can find themselves succumbing to the Mold Mulch they leave in their place the instant they die, and what a humiliating way to go that would be.

You can read more about them here.

#Monster Spotlight #CR 1 to 5 #Pathfinder #Dungeons and Dragons

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cynic-spirit · 3 years

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The Poem Series (11) Dear, if you change, I'll never choose again– John Wick

All the previous parts here

“So let me get this straight, he gives you a bouquet, and then when you leave, he doesn’t follow you, then the next day, in the early morning he gives you a poem, while you are standing naked”

“I was not naked sky!!I was in my tank shirt and shorts. My night outfit”

“and what is your problem here? That he is apologizing so romantically, or that you are being an idiot?”

“Stop it, will you? I dont know, I am so confused right now, I told you, he makes me feel all sorts of emotions”

“Diana, Clearly, you both like each other, he sounds amazing, and by the way you speak, I am sure he looks amazing too. So just call him and meet him and hear him out. Maybe you can have time to ‘’make up’ too ” Sky winks suggestively

“Does everything come down to sex with you?”

“Yes it does, and you must stop being such a prude. Clearly, the man wants to ravish you, and you are not feeling any different”

“Oh hush sky!!”

Meanwhile John was at his place. He has had a wonderful morning. He had gone and seen Diana and she looked breathtaking. Her hair was disheveled and she wore shorts, a tank t shirt that showed her curves perfectly. John was thankful to be near the car rather than giving her the card, himself. He had started to understand her a little bit and he knew that she is a woman who would be enticed by simpler things in life rather than expensive gifts. John would not refrain from putting his imagination in wooing her again. He was willing do that all life if he had to. He had a plan in mind, He will try to make her good qualities understood and to conquer the diffidence. She loved poetry and John had started to understand that poetry is in fact the food for love. Of a fine, stout and healthy love. It nourishes what is strong. John’s confidence in his love for Diana was as natural and strong as Diana’s suspicion of his love for her. Warmth and tenderness of heart, with an affectionate, open manner, will beat all the clearness of head in the world for attraction.

Diana in her house sat on one of the chairs near the kitchen island, staring at the phone. Her eyes would switch between the card, the bouquet and the phone while she wondered what to do in mute astonishment. Her mind was in a state of flutter and wonder, which made it impossible for her to be collected. “Oh damn it” she muttered and dialed John’s number. She found it a little odd that it was a landline home number. After four rings, John picks up.

“Diana” She hears him say.

“How did you know it was me”

“No one else has my number.”

“For real?”

“Yes”

“what about your friends?”

“No”

“No one?”

“Just you Schatje”

Diana blushes a little hearing that nickname again. She bites her lip. Her mouth opens but no voice comes out. John asks,

“How are you my love?”

“I thought you didn’t care.”

“Do you REALLY believe that about me Diana?”

After a small pause, “I thought you left me”

“Only to come back to you, love, as soon as I could”

“John, I don’t understand anything about you, about us”

“Would you meet me ?”

“For what?”

“Because I am struggling with my feelings here, love. My feelings will not be expressed, here on phone, away from you. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

“John….”

“Diana….”

They share a moment of silence on the phone. Only small breaths can be heard, until Diana says.

“You know John, for a man who claims to not understand poetry or literature, you sure quote a lot of lines”

“Like I said love, I don’t understand them, but I do remember them.”

Diana smiled, she felt a little happy or lets call it with a more fascinating name – pleased.

“Can I come to pick you up tonight to spend sometime with you, I would very much like to apologize in person.”

“Is it another dinner John?”

“No. it is not a dinner”

“What is it then?”

“Don’t you wanna know?

John comments and Diana could feel his smirk from across the phone.

“ I will pick you up at 7 love. Don’t wear heels, we will be doing some walking”

“Bye John”

“I’ll see you love”

Diana lets out another sigh. She did not know what to expect. It’s the human heart which is always in conflict with itself, but isn’t this what is the source of all passion. John had touched Diana at an emotional and spiritual level, and that’s why she was going against all her tenets of dating and relationships. The time that John was not talking to Diana, she was miserable. It was necessary to talk to him, find out more. Some how she had a feeling that if she pursues the relationship with John, this might be a normal occurrence. She started getting ready for the evening. She decided on a simple bootcut navy jeans with a white shirt. She put a long lose jacket over it and paired it with her black sports sneakers. She decided on tying her hair into a pony. Instead of clutch bag, she opted for a cross body bag. She is not heavy on the makeup and kept it bare minimum. She looked in the mirror and found herself good enough. She was curious where would they be going. She was broken off before thinking too much by the rumbling sound of a familiar Mustang. She almost sprints towards the door, then halts. She takes two breaths and then opens to see John waiting for her. She smiles at him earning a smile back.

“Hey John”

“Hello Diana”

John leaned and gave a chaste kiss on the exposed part of her neck, and she felt goosebumps all over body.

The couple begins to drive. Diana is both giddy and excited. John, on the other hand cannot concentrate on driving. Diana looked effortlessly chic. Clam, cool, casual, she was a sexy vixen when she sang on the stage in the club, she was an elegant woman on the date, and now, in this casual outfit, John knew, he was not wrong about her. Diana would be his wife one day.

“Where are we going John?”

“Somewhere I’d like you to take”

“Stop the mystery John”

“I am not even half as mysterious as you are”

“I am not the one who vanished John”

“For a while you did, my love”

“Are you being cheesy again?”

“Is it working?”

“A little.”

“Then Yes I am being cheesy. Here we are. Come on”

With that John almost jumps out of the car to open the passenger’s side door for Diana. He puts his hand out for her to hold. Diana looks at him with a slight question in her eye, and holds his hand. She steps out and is surprised at the view. They are on the outside of the city, away from the highway. An attractive green place, lots of trees, almost untouched by civilization. One can see the overwhelming lights of the city far away. The sky is free of pollution and suddenly the stars appear to have been spread on the sky like confetti. There is quiet and peace around. The air is fresh, its breezy but not cold. There is a fragrance of the jasmine and lilies in the air. Diana closes her eyes to breathe them in, and cannot help but say, in a whisper.

“Wao”

“I knew you’d like it” She hears John’s voice as a whisper so close to her ear that she could feel his warm breath on her neck. Then with another small peck on her neck, John offers his arm and says

“Lets walk”

They begin walking down a path,

“So..?” Diana says

“So..?”

“You vanished.”

“It was unintentional, unplanned”

“What does it mean?”

“I did not expect to take so long, my love.”

“You could have said something, you know”

“I am sorry, Diana, truly sorry. I did not intend to hurt you like I did.”

“Will it happen again John?”

“Probably”

“Then don’t apologize. Tell me what happened. It’s not going to work if you don’t trust me”

“I trust you with every fiber of my being Diana”

“Then talk to me”

“My work, its… its complicated”

“I figured”

“Sometimes, it takes me to places I don’t want to go”

“Sometimes, even I have to teach a philosophy class” Diana jokes, trying to make John a little bit at ease, earning another one of his bashful smiles.

“Its not THAT complicated Diana” John muses back, thinking how she makes everything easy for him and continues to speak.

“My work is complicated. It takes me to places where I don’t want to go. It takes the time that I did not anticipate or plan.”

“And this was one of those situations?”

“Yes”

“So, you weren’t ignoring me?”

“Diana, I cannot ignore you. Ever. You are the blood in my veins, the rhythm of my heartbeat, the air that I breathe. I cannot ignore you”

“Then why did you not call me?”

“I cannot call when I am at work Diana. Its… Its…”

Diana moves in front of John, she holds his face with both her hands, steps a little closer, and asks.

“What is it John”

“My work is dangerous Diana.”

“And you cannot tell me about it?”

“No, not right now. Not immediately”

“But you will tell me about it when you are ready?”

“I promise”

“I can work with that”

“You can work with that?”

“Yes”

“really?”

“I have one condition, though.”

“Anything love, anything.” John wraps his hands around her waist, pulling her a little closer to him.

“When you leave next time for your work, you would tell me”

“I will, I will, I will” John chants like a prayer. “I cannot believe I have found someone like you in my life.”

“John, you are the most passionate and intense man I have met. Don’t change that about you, because, if you change, I’ll never choose again; Sweet, if you shrink, I’ll never think of love”

John smiles, “who was that from?”

“Few lines from a poet named John Dowland” She playfully stresses the name John as she releases herself from his grip walking backwards. “You are not the only John in my life John” she says with a wink, but she instantly regrets as she sees John’s expression change. His eyes become a little darker. What was that? A growl? As he leaps forward and before she understands what is happening, John has picked her up bridal style in his arms and begins walking.

“What? What ??What are you doing John? Put me down! Someone might see us!!”

“Do you think I care?”, and he starts walking with her in his arms, as if she is feather

“John, PUT ME DOWN!!”

“I don’t share, love, and I won’t share you with anyone”

Diana chuckles. “He is a dead poet John”

“It doesn’t matter”

“Put me down”

“Say you are mine”

“Put me down, John”

“Say, I am the only John in your life”

“Put me down, and I will give you a kiss”

“I will kiss you anyway, Schatje, I have been thinking of your pink lips since I saw you today morning”

Diana gasps remembering how she was in the morning. Realizing that she will not win from John, she relents.

“John, I am yours, are you mine?” Finally, she whispers slowly, not meeting his eye, and reddened cheeks.

“I was yours since I heard you sing at the club, my love”.

John puts Diana down on her feet so she is standing against a tree. In the moonlight, her eyes looked damn stimulating. He leaned more and more reducing the distance between them inch by inch. Her skin looked inviting, and he wanted to touch it badly. His fingers itched to roam on her body. He wanted to kiss each and every part of that skin. John could feel her breaths fanning his face. His gaze shifted to her lips which were painted in a light shade of red. The last time he had tasted them they tasted like rose petals. John wanted that intoxicating drug again. Snaking his arm around her waist, He pulled her closely towards himself. Slowly, he slid his fingers on her neck and felt the heavenly touch of her skin on his fingertips. A soft gasp escaped Diana’s lips which created a jolt in his whole system.

John has had many women in his life but had never felt what he was feeling just by touching her. Oh! how amazing it would be when he would consume her fully, surrender to her completely. He placed his forehead on hers and touched her cheeks with his thumb. A shy smile appeared on her face and John knew he would go hell and back to bring that smile on her face again and again. Diana could feel the fierce gaze of John on her. She wanted to play with that fire. Even if John saw this in her eyes, he did not want her to feel pressured or corned into being with him. And as much as he dreaded to hear the answer, he asked:

“Are you really mine, Schatje? Because there is no going back from here. I won’t let you go. If all this, if I am too much for you, say now, and I will hold nothing against you. I will let you go. I will be happy loving you from afar”

John hissed in her ear, his lips touching slightly on the skin behind her ear, making her skin on fire. Diana knew, she had a choice here. John was asking her, giving her a choice. He does not want her to be obligated to him. He wants her to want him as much as he does. She knew he has some secrets but he is giving her a choice, to be with him and wait, or leave. At that instant, Diana did not have any conflict in her mind or heart about John. She just nodded in response with a small humming yes, for voice had eluded her, and before she could think anything, she felt John’s lips on hers. She felt his soft lips on hers and it enthralled her. Throughout her system, she felt as if she was on fire. Her hands automatically found their way to his neck and shoulders for support as her legs were almost jelly now. She was unable to feel her body, let alone control it. As she touched him, she felt his body twitch and tighten. She felt a growl on her mouth escaping his lips.

Slowly, John’s hands found their way under her shirt as he held a death grip on her body. He sucked on her lip as it was the last ecstasy from heaven. John felt her back arch and her moans aroused him more and more. She had driven him crazy. As he slid his hand under her top, he felt her body twist under his touch and he kept moving up till he felt her breasts. “Блядь” (Fuck!) she hears John say something in a language she doesn’t understand, who is now busy trailing kissing down her neck, along with small bites. He paid special attention to that scar on her neck. The scar that her old excuse of a man boyfriend left on her. He sucked, kissed, licked that scar like there is no tomorrow. How dare he scar her? With each kiss on that scar, John promised a thousand cuts on that wretched man. He would find him, and tell him, teach him some manners, cut him in thousand cuts, no one touches John Wick’s woman.

“tell me to Stop, Schatje” John says hoarsely while still devouring her neck with his mouth. Diana’s breaths were now heavy pants. “Tell me to Stop.” He said between his kisses.

“John, stop now, please, darling. ”

John pauses and moves back to those swollen and flushed lips of hers and kisses her hard again. It was her voice, her skin, her breaths, her moans, her sounds, just fueling him more and more. But John knew, he had to stop. He gives her a small chaste kiss on her cheek and leans back a little, still keeping her in his arms. John sees her flustered persona. She was breathing heavily, slowly, all flustered, red, shy. She was a sin herself, descended from the garden of Eden to ruin John. John knew his hunger will not end here. It had just begun. He would spend an eternity worshipping those lips of hers.

“Diana…”

“Yes John?”

“I am yours, truly and completely, know that.”

“Yes John.”

“It is not a claim. Its not a statement. It is now the most basic and the simplest truth of my life.”

“Yes. You are now my sweet John”

John had been called a lot of things in his life, curses, rebukes, mocks. He had been feared and loathed. When he entered a room, people would only describe him as feral, savage, dangerous, perilous, repulsive, and deadly. When Diana called him My Sweet John, his world stopped, he could not hear his own heartbeat which was running so frantically just two moments ago. There was so much tenderness, so much faith in her voice, in the way she spoke. He just looked at her. She had called her his.

“John….”

“John…?”

“Hey… ! are you okay” Diana touches his bearded face.

“Say that again”

“say what?”

“What you just said.”

Diana smiled. She puts her head on his chest, looks up and says,

“My sweet John”

John tightens his hug on her, and Diana hides her face in his chest giggling a little. As they are lost in this moment of blissful admission of love, John’s instincts perk up. He looks up, and around slowly, still holding Diana in his arms. Beyond some trees, he sees a shadow, moving away. Before John could identify who it was, the suspicious shadow was gone. Something was wrong. This was however not the time for this. They were sharing a moment and John did not want to ruin it. Moreover, John did not want to alarm Diana.

“Let me drop you home, love, I will meet you tomorrow”

“Where?”

“at your college. I will bring lunch”

“and if you don’t?”

“Then I will call you, inform you, and won’t keep you waiting”’

“and if you don’t?” Diana asks with a little tease.

“Then I’ll send you my carved heart in a box. I promise.“

Diana chuckles and smacks his chest, “Okay”’

And with that they moved towards the car, holding hands, as Diana leaned on John’s shoulders. John, looks back at the trees once more with his scrutinizing darkened eyes before walking off with his woman.

@meetmeinthematinee @ficsnroses @overheardatthecontinental

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deathleadsarc · 3 years

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first two yakuza related posts

initial info random info

Differences in her character and more additional info to her whereabouts and timeframe.

The biggest difference is that she is not an alchemist, obviously, so she has an easier time with using physical weapons like knives or guns. She she doesn’t have any desires to own or use a gun, however. Does she own a knife? She does! Several kinds! Aside from the medical equipment, she carries a family heirloom from WWI - a trench knife passed down from her mothers side, given to her by her brother.

Qistina and is more accepting and interested in her heritage, but still does not hold any religious values. She hardly holds onto any good values at all, much like her main incarnation.

Still very much a murderous person. There is no formal diagnosis on her, but she is a high functioning psychopath and should still not be trusted. That’s not to say that she can’t feel feelings, however. At the very least, she understands that what she does is morally wrong. She can read emotions well and acts accordingly to their interactions and what she needs from them. there are also certain special people who can excite and please her enough that she drops her façade. Becoming much more honest with them.

There is enjoyment in what she does. She loves exploring the human body just as a kid will enjoy playing with a coloring book - she finds creativity in it, happiness, fuels her with a sense of control in her chaotic and horrible life being lead. For as much as she is content with her life, there is a small desire that wells up from time to time to have a family of her home ( not yakuza related, per say, but a person who loves her. maybe a few children ) because this is something she feels is so far away from her reach, she continues with her life until Homunculus’s inevitable return.

Timeline

Date of Birth : Oct 31st 1973

During her time in the mafia in Germany, she would harvest organs and even serve as a threat to torture in particularly stubborn troublemakers who went against their Father. She joined them when she was 22, only a few years after entering medical school, and learning more first hand than in the classroom. Having spotted one member of Homunculus torturing and dismembering a man, she was given the choice to join in or join the floor. Guess what she chose!

Her own story beginning in Japan starts in 1998 when she is 25 years old, when a fellow Alchemist by the name of Roy Mustang helped smuggle her out of Germany through his connections with a Yakuza family in Japan by the name of Arakawa ( by my own luck, there is already an Arakawa family in the Yakuza series - but my reasoning is mostly a reference to fma’s author ) . She is brought in front of few of the Family Heads and introduces herself in Japanese, dressed fully in a black and red furisode ( yamamba and spider lily patterns ) hoping to give a good impression. Lucky for her, it works.

Serving as a backdoor / black market doctor to any member who cannot risk a hospital visit or otherwise. Providing a unique skillset and disposition toward her situation. Her abilities are offered in exchange for their protection, with a small clinic was provided to her by the Tojo family in Kamurocho, first watched over by a senior Doctor, then turned over during the kiwami timeskip before 2005.

The yakuza who come through don’t bother her too much outside of medical reasons, though they do refer to her by yokai related names due to her very unique appearance: nure-onna, yuki-onna, and yama-uba. Usually these names are used as a code when in public, as her name is too foreign to forget when you hear it. “nure” “yuki” or “yama” are acceptable names to call her.

TAG: 🜺 | asleep within the petals of poppies ; nourished with blood ( yakuza verse ) ( the tag will contain the triggers of gang related activity, drugs, violence. I won’t tag everything involved with every thread or post unless you specifically ask me to. )

#long post #🜃 | Asleep within the petals of Poppies ; nourished with blood | YAKUZA #that date might change but here we are

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the-wardens-torch · 3 years

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Falerin Arcita reverently holds an open book. Its aldgoat leather binding is worn smooth, and its stack of pages yellowed by time and the touch of countless fingers..

“This, my friends, is Among Stones and Stars, masterpiece of the N tribe, originally penned by its greatest storyteller, N’mehta Ubiq. It may be small, but hidden in its pages are a great number of tales. So many, in fact, that its hard to pick just one to tell you.

Suddenly, a fly lands on one of Falerin’s slim hands. To your surprise, he does not immediately shoo it away, but regards it with a cold, disapproving gaze until it flies away again.

“And it looks like this little flying shit-eater has made my decision for me.” he says, snapping the book closed.

“There isn’t a sane and pure soul in this realm who doesn’t hate flies.

When I trudged through the desert, they landed on my face, their vile little mouthparts finding a way to slake their thirst on my tears no matter how hard I shut my eyes. They settled on my wounds and blisters when I rested, and I knew that if it weren’t for the bandages I wore, they would be wallowing in my blood like hogs in a mud pit. Why would a loving creator even make such an abominable thing?”

“Well, N’mehta Ubiq provides the N tribe’s answer to that question. She says that flies were not always associated with filth and death, and that they were once noble servants of Nophica, brought forth to watch over the most beautiful of her creations.”

Crossing his arms protectively over the book, he straightens his back and wills all of his power and concentration into his deep, velvety voice.

And appropriately enough, it is with Nophica that the story begins. Credit for the creation of life upon this star is rightly given to Her, but in Her humility, She dutifully pays tribute to the rest of the Twelve within much of Her handiwork. Nowhere is this more obvious than among the kingdom of flowers, which counts among its number Halone’s gerberas, Althyk’s lavender, Nymeia’s lilies, and countless others. But none among these is more beautiful than the Azeyma Rose, made by Nophica from sparks of Her mother‘s sun. The N tribe considers it the queen of all flowers, and it is because of its command that all flowers turn their faces to The Warden, no matter which god they were created to honor.

Azeyma was proud, and in Her gratitude She helped Her daughter mold a race of creature to tend Her roses, and all of the other flowers as well. Tiny but swift, these creature flew about on humming crystalline wings in the pure light of day, carrying pollen across the land on their backs, insuring that flowers would be plentiful and fertile all across the land. These were the bees.

However, not all among their race were righteous. Some looked jealously upon the other insects, who spent their days lazing about in the sun rather than toiling in it. Angrily, one bee buzzed down from its flowery canopy and landed on the ground, seeking to confront the worthless creatures. “Why” it said, “are we working so hard when you are permitted to do nothing?”

A grasshopper answered, waving its antenna and rattling its wings in annoyance. “But you are the beloved of the goddess, and in exchange for your work, you are nourished by Her sweetest creations, the flowers. Would that we were so well-fed… We have nothing to sustain us but the wretched dirt and empty air,” it huffed.

Humbled, the bee flew back to its hive and related the story. “I had not realized how blessed our kind were. We may work hard, but we receive the sweetest nectars as our thanks, and surely that is enough to be happy with.”

But some of the others did not agree, and still tired of their sacred duty. And so, those wastrel bees hatched a plan, to be carried out in the dead of night, when Azeyma turned Her gaze away and Nophica rested. Sneakily, they flew from their hive and sought to speak with the other insects

They were at first skeptical. “Why do you taunt us so, bees?” They said. “You are favored by the Creator. Surely that is enough to keep you contented? Why do you not leave us in peace?”

“You misunderstand me, friend.” the most evil among the bees hummed. “Mine is hard work, but my kind and I are tired, and there are more flowers in the world than we could possibly hope to visit. Why not do us both a favor and start eating them? They give us the sweet nectars we need to make our honey, after all… Surely that which begets honey must itself be sweet and delicious. And you require better nourishment than dirt and air.”

The other insects thought upon this, and when next Azeyma and Nophica looked upon their world, they found their precious flowers ravaged. Delicate stems were gnawed raw by hungry jaws, and dainty leaves bruised and broken by trampling feet. Worst of all, dainty flowers lay all over the ground, as horrific to the goddesses as severed heads. The evil bees reacted with mock horror and plead ignorance, believing that the other insects would take the full blame for committing such an atrocity.

But woe be it to one who tries to lie to Azeyma. She in role as The Warden saw the bees’ guilt immediately, and knew which among them had been the traitors. Her divine justice came swiftly, in the form of a curse upon them and all of their descendents. They, who formerly were permitted to feast upon the sweetest things Her daughter Nophica offered, would now be forced to eat nothing but the foulest things on Nophica‘s earth - carrion and dung.

Azeyma might have seen fit to punish the flower-eaters as well, but Nophica stayed Her mother’s hand. Realizing that she had not been kind to her other insect children in forcing them to eat naught but dirt and air, she permitted them to continue eating her flowers, as long as they never ate more than they needed. And thusly did the curse levied upon the wicked bees hurt them all the more. And their grief is heard in every whirring whine of their wings.

And this, my friends, is why we have flies. And even though bees are still beloved of Azeyma and Nophica, they are still called “vilekin” for their association with their treacherous brethren.

((This is what I get for trying to write something Fal-related while knee-deep in my patch of wild California poppies… Something that has very little to do with Fal. Also thanks to @adeat for letting Fal pose in front of Reo’s house/store in the Lavender Beds.))

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Missed Call | Jughead Jones

Summary: Jughead is waiting for a phone call when Lily tricks him into fucking her and her best friend. Takes place in the Shadows universe. (links now at the end of chapter)

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Pairings: Jughead Jones x OC x OC

Warnings: blindfolds, seduction, unknown partner, unprotected sex, mild blood, multiple partners (FFM), vaginal sex, oral sex, feral sex

Word Count: 1.6k+

A/N: This was a request and I had a lot of fun with it! It wasn't meant to be a threesome but that's kinda of what happened? Winter Bingo is technically over but I'm still filling out my card! This fills the Blindfold square. Bolded phrases were requested dialogue prompts!

“Lily, I really don’t have time for sex magic,” Jughead said, feeling a bit exasperated by her advances, “I have a pack conference call coming up within the next fifteen minutes and I need to be on standby. I have to prove to them that I’m ready to take over.”

Lily hummed, dragging her fingers across his bare shoulders, pushing tiny sparks of seductive magic into him. She had borrowed it from Lavender, knowing it would come in handy sooner rather than later. “But Jug, today is my peak ovulation day. I thought you wanted to have a baby?”

The wolf made a face at her. Clearly he was weighing the pros and cons of knocking up his mate versus being responsible and reserving his mental energy for the upcoming meeting.

She kissed him lightly behind the ear before dipping lower across his throat, leaving a hot and wet trail of pink magical lip swatches. Every touch of her lips took him higher and higher and he felt himself stiffening hard in his pants. Jughead let out a low groan, “Lily, I swear to god-”

Her nails raked down his back as she bit at his shoulder. Jug was silenced by this, not understanding how she could turn him on this much while doing the absolute minimum. He had a feeling their demonic friend had a hand in this. If anyone could get anyone up and ready to go in a heartbeat, it was the succubus.

Her hands moved to go down the front of his torso, teasing his chest and stomach before tugging on the elastic of his sweatpants. She had taken to sucking on a particularly sweet spot on his neck, the feeling of her tongue darting along his skin was absolutely maddening. His mouth was going dry as he frantically looked at the time.

Lily pulled away for a brief moment, “You’re really bad at hiding how turned on you are.” She said in a teasing tone before switching to the other side of his neck, repeating the same actions as the tips of her fingers brushed against the head of his cock.

He let out a loud groan, finally giving in. “I’m about to miss this important phone call but oh my god your mouth feels too good to stop right now.”

Before he knew what was happening, his world went black. Lily had tied a piece of cloth around his eyes to keep him from seeing. “I know it does, baby. I’m about to fuck that wolf right out of you.”

“Lily,” He growled back at her, it was way too close to the full moon for her to be acting like this. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve got a little surprise for you, Juggie.” She said, pulling him up out of the chair he was sitting in and guiding him to the bed. “I know you’re going to love it.”

Jughead just huffed, wishing he knew what time it was. Though it was pretty clear now that he was going to miss that call.

Before pushing him to the bed, she pulled down his sweatpants, noting happily that he was bare underneath. Jughead didn’t protest this as he laid down on his back. His fate was sealed, there was no use fighting it.

The wolf relaxed against the soft sheets as Lily resumed her kisses along his neck. His ears twitched as he heard the door open, immediately stiffening. The only other person in the house was Daisy.

“Relax,” Lily cooed into his ear, using magic to force him to sink back into the sheets. He tried to use his heightened senses to figure out who it was, but they all seemed to be failing him. They were hiding themselves with magic.

Suddenly, he felt a second mouth on him. This one kissing lightly along his hip bone, making his erection harden even more.

“Lily, what-” He started to protest, not knowing at all what was going on.

“Shhh,” She whispered into his ear, “it’s alright, just enjoy it.”

Before Jughead could speak again, he let out a moan as the other mouth wrapped around the head of his penis. The tongue swirled around him, gathering up the precum as if it were a precious source of nourishment. He bucked his hips, thrusting more of himself into the stranger out of desperation.

Lily let out a small chuckle as she kissed down his chest before joining her friend. She took one of Jughead’s balls into her mouth and sucked on it, rolling her tongue against it as the other’s head bobbed along his shaft.

Jughead’s mind was blurry, his confusion almost overpowered his desire. His lust, however, proved too powerful as the sensation of having two mouths on his dick at once was just too great.

Both girls pulled away. “Sit on his face.” He heard Lily order and a few moments later Jughead felt two legs settle on either side of his head. He took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of the mystery woman’s sex. His tongue made a tentative lick across the slick folds. He heard a moan as he felt her shudder around him.

Lily positioned herself on top of Jughead, holding onto the base of his penis with one hand as she slowly guided him into her. Both of them moaned, and the girl with the snatch in his face let out a giggle.

The wolf recognized it immediately, “Lav?” He asked, confused.

“Shut up and eat her out, Jug.” Lily ordered, “Or I’ll turn this into cock warming instead of actual sex.”

Jughead let out a low whine of protest before running his tongue along the demon’s clit. He was wondering already if Sweet Pea were okay with this, although he figured that he had to be. Still maybe this wasn’t the best idea…

His thoughts were cut off as both Lavender and Lily flushed him with magical hormones. Jughead cursed before sucking on her clit, nose delving into her slit as she rocked her hips back and forth in a slow rhythm. Clearly she was enjoying herself.

Pleased with her mate’s performance, Lily began to bounce on top of him, letting his long cock nearly slide out of her before slamming back down against his hips. Jughead was bucking into her, his hands now latched onto Lav’s thighs to keep them occupied.

Lily and Lavender leaned forward and met in the middle in a passionate kiss, the demon stealing bits of energy from both wolf and witch in the process. This was a safer way for her to feed, able to simply take pieces from others that would surely replenish themselves in a week or so.

Jughead could hear the sounds of their kissing, and some internal switch seemed to flip inside of him. He shoved Lavender off of him, moving her to the side so he could sit up and change positions with Lily so he was railing into her from above, a feral and possessive growl leaving him in the process.

“Get on top of her.” Jug snapped and Lav moved so that she was laying on top of Lily and they quickly resumed kissing. Lily used one hand to rub Lav’s clit while the other went to play with one of her breasts. Both girls were moaning into each other’s mouths, Jughead’s pace furious and unrelenting.

He rammed into her cervix on multiple occasions and while that typically hurt, since she was ovulating it felt nothing less than fantastic. Lily felt her orgasm building, winding tightly in her abdomen, however he suddenly withdrew from her, making her whine in protest wordlessly.

In an instant Jughead was thrusting into the demon instead, ravaging her pussy ferociously. He grabbed the back of her throat, claws digging into the tender flesh there as he snapped his hips against her again and again.

Lavender had never had sex with a werewolf close to the moon, and when she asked Lily what it was like, she had never thought that Lily would invite her to join them. Lavender was in a state of bliss, and while he wasn’t anything like her soulmate, he was still showing her a very good time.

Lily continued to rub her clit and nipple, sending the demon into overdrive. She was moaning incredibly loudly and Lily was glad she had soundproofed the room. In minutes she was cumming, laying straight on top of Lily as if she had no strength to hold herself up any longer. She had never felt so thoroughly wrecked.

Jughead pulled out of her, having still not come yet, he inserted himself back into Lily and moved at the exact same pace, if not even faster. His eyes began to glow gold as he continued to dig his nails into the demon in front of him, causing blood to begin to seep from the wounds.

Lavender had enough coherence left to reach between them and return the favor of rubbing Lily’s clit in fast circles. She kept up with Jug’s rhythm easily, wanting to send Lily over the edge as she pushed more of her magic into her. Lily was practically screaming as she came, walls fluttering hard around Jug as he began to sloppily pound into her.

A moment later he finally released, filling her with his semen. Jughead reached up and tore the blindfold off to stare at the two women on the bed before him. “Don’t ever do that again.” He warned before looking at his phone. He was so into the moment he hadn’t even heard it ring.

He snatched it up and redialed the missed number as witch and the succubus lay collapsed on the bed, panting and dripping and laughing.

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