#soul shards au

[puppetmaster13u]

Can't stop thinking about This prompt/au lol

I almost like to think that Clockwork kind of half-sent Danny to the ghost-world version of Gotham because he was struggling and is honestly just a kid and could use some guidance. And with how the Observants dislike him to the point of murder, CW sure couldn't keep him in Long Now. But Gotham? Now there's a place that not many go, thanks to curses running amok, a very dangerous City Spirit, and amalgamations of fallen Guardians and Rogues. It's chaotic, dangerous, and a hell of a shot, but the Bat could, and most probably would assist the newborn guardian. The living world and the infinite are intertwined after all, influenced by whatever realm it drifts closest to.

Thankfully Danny seems to be enjoying himself- he has a proper ghost friend now! And he's starting to be able to understand Batblob's cacophony of Silent-EverSilent-Gurgles-DistantWhispers-QuietScreamsSilence easier too without Robin translating. (His Ghost-Speak is getting so good :D) He wishes he could bring Sam & Tucker but it's a little too far into the ghost zone. And the ghosts and Vlad doesn't bother him here! (The last time he tried, unknown to Danny, the older halfa was met with a malicious swarm of teeth and maws ready to rip and tear and not lose another child again-) He's even gotten shown the exits to the living-world's Gotham. Robin likes to ramble about the new and different living-robins and about their friend who was also a robin and who disappeared one day and whose core they carry on their belt. Maybe he can help them find out what happened to him...

#dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #implied eldritch #eldritch batman #eldritch robin #Gotham #Clockwork #danny phantom au #Yes the reason Jason was borderline braindead when he was revived was because his core split #He's stuck with Pit Rage of malformed souls latching onto his body and trying to latch onto the shards of a core stuck in his body #but he can't get rid of the shades without his full core #Danny walking around Gotham: Wow this is so fun & feels like home almost #Meanwhile the batfamily: Why the Fuck are the shadows moving after that random adoption bait #Batblob: We're protecting the bby :) #Robin during the Robin Movement: Ooh new Robin just dropped Imma try out so many new colors #Clockwork was the one to gift Danny his lil star cape as a gift #This is his lil space baby and he just needs to go to his old warrior friend Gotham while he cleans house #The Observants won't know what hit them :) #Batblob is the amalgamation of All the Batmen in the Infinite Realms #Did he eat the spirit Joker? #Not that you can prove but maybe #Maybe it made lil bby ghost cry and deserved it #Jason: Ayo why the fuck do I want to hold that random kid and give them a hug?? #Danny: Ayo why do I want to hug the murdery-liminal feelin crime lord??? #Gothamites: Who is this lost sassy eldritch being?? #space core danny #dark core batman #star core robin

[soulshards]

Cast away unto the tide; Don't wanna hesitate

#ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv screenies #final fantasy xiv #ff14 screenshot #ffxiv au ra #ffxiv oc #// the souls in a sea of shards; my ocs #// the depths of darkness call to me; beneath the waves (gansu) #im working on Shork lore and it's good it's cooking I just love Them

[soulshards-ooc]

I had this wonderful commission of the Twins done by the amazing and talented @minoruru!! The style is just SO nice and this came out SO good and I am over the moon with it, please gaze upon them;_;

#ffxiv art #ffxiv comission #ffxiv oc #ffxiv au ra #minoruru art #look at how good it is #im so akldjh;hg #// the souls in a sea of shards; my ocs #// what path we take is ours to make; the nameless ones (bites & sebit)

[mishqua]

"You can't be rid of me. You will never be rid of me." The mirror told him hatefully.

The dark-haired boy turned away, hands clenched.

"You can't run from this, coward. You can't run from the truth," the mirror continued to snarl.

"It doesn't matter." The boy answered, "You can't do anything to me from there,"

The mirror snarled again, "You will regret this. You will regret killing me-"

"Why?" The boy interrupted, "Isn't that what you wanted to do to me?" Red flashed momentarily in the green eyes and the boy smiled, a mockery of how Harry Potter used to, "Why will I ever regret living?"

#au where harry is the one died and the horcrux lived #tomarry #harry potter #harrymort #tom riddle #tom/harry #lvhp #mishqut drabble #okay so i was reminded of ahh kungfu panda where the villain was like- you cant defeat me you are a big fat panda #and harry is like you are a shard of a fucking soul #horcrux tom be like- my shifu taught me the wushi hold

[wind-up-thancred]

"A bit thin in the aether, but there's no mistaking it—the color of its soul is almost identical to Azem's." "The two of us can discern the color of souls, you see, and yours happens to resemble that of a friend."

#this is my wol's azem hyakinthos! he is beautiful and cute #the color of his soul is blue to me. they are all lovely blue boys #i hope we get info about other shards someday so i can make more blue characters. i fucking love blue!!!!! #also you WILL ignore the repost teehee #ffxiv azem #ffxiv wol #ffxiv oc #ffxiv gpose #gpose #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv au ra #au ra #funnylizardman #ffxiv #ffxiv shadowbringers #shadowbringers spoilers

[ainyan]

The Last Memory

(This story can also be found on Ao3 for those who prefer.)

It was bitterly cold, the snow swirling in the air, but he did not feel it. Such mundane concerns like temperature and weather did not concern him; the ice did not touch him, and he felt no hint of the frigid wind. The thick coat that covered this body was only for show; neither it nor he needed it now; had not for some time - but one mustn’t upset the natives by wandering around in inappropriate clothing.

How tedious. Life had been much easier when everyone had worn the same thing, had been the same race, had wanted the same goal.

This parody of existence these creatures called living now was messy and fleeting and horribly insulting. But it is all he had to work with.

For now.

Pushing aside his dark thoughts, he paused on the graveled path leading up to the village before him, studying its wooden walls with disgust. No more the soaring towers of Amaurot; no more the glorious spires, the glass and steel etchings, the flowing lines and sleek curves. These creatures - these “men” - had barely discovered how to work iron again, much less build anything that wasn’t strictly functional.

But there was something behind those rough-hewn walls drawing him onwards; he’d been feeling the pull and tug for days now, forcing him ever northwards until he’d reached this tiny hamlet tucked deep into the snow-shrouded woods of the northern wilderness.

Another of his lost brethren, perhaps. So far he’d managed to find nine of the thirteen and restore their memories to those shattered, broken souls, but four still eluded him. It was possible - nay, probable - that another shard lay within those walls.

Though he was eager to be done with this damnable duty, it would ill-suit his current form to go bursting through those gates and causing a ruckus. As much as it pained him to admit it, he had a role to play, and it would not do to have the natives - or whatever they were - discover that there were forces so much more powerful than their insignificant selves in their midst.

Not until they’d finalized their plans to undo what that wretched woman had done.

So he took his time, striding up the path, straight backed, square shouldered, just another traveler like those who infrequently wound their way along the dirt-and-gravel paths that traced the vast distances between the scattered villages and hamlets that dotted the northern tundra. As he approached the gates, he could hear a muffled shout - directed not at him, but at the guard who stood within the walls, and one of the great doors ponderously swung open.

Trusting fools.

He stepped across the threshold and onto the main thoroughfare for the hamlet, one that ran directly from this gate to the one on the other side of town. In the distance, he could see what passed for a town square, the shingled buildings rising around it, short and squat and nothing like the magnificent edifices of a bygone era. Trying to ignore the twinge in his heart, he instead turned to face the guard who approached him.

And he knew why he’d come.

Her eyes should have been green - a bright, emerald green with rims of brilliant platinum, their flowering irises shaded with hints of forest green and tawny gold - not such a pedestrian shade of cornflower blue. Her hair should never have been the bland color of wheat, without a hint of individuality - rarely had her hair been so much as its original raven hue; instead, always an ever-changing rainbow based on her whims.

Even her skin was wrong - sunkissed rose now, rather than the rich color of walnuts, as smooth as the finest silk woven from her precious bombicae. Tall for one of the creatures that called themselves a ‘hyur’, she was nevertheless significantly shorter than she’d once been, her body slimmer, less lushly curved beneath the furs and leathers of her clothing.

Wrong. She was all wrong. This was all wrong.

Even her soul was all wrong.

That it was hers, he had no doubt. Faint and dull like any of the sundered, it was still a thousand times brighter than those of the creatures who inhabited the world that had been theirs. Only a few shades of blue rose from within to shimmer below her skin: sapphire and cobalt and lapis lazuli. Less the oceanic tides that had once surged with vigor and more an insipid pond like one of the ornamental water fixtures that had graced the city parks.

Still. It was hers. Mnemosyne.

She smiled at him, her eyes meeting his with a frank curiosity as she crossed her arms and leaned back on one heel. He could sense her confusion and knew that she felt that same tug and pull - so much stronger now in such close proximity - that had drawn him all this way. Unlike him, however, she had no idea what it meant. No idea what connection it portended, a connection that would last until the last star burned out and the universe collapsed upon itself. One that would draw their souls together again and again and again, as it had for countless millennia before. “Welcome, stranger.”

Soft, breathy, lilted. In no way the powerful, rich, sinfully deep voice that used to tease him to a fever pitch, that would cut across the floor of the Convocation chamber and slice her opponents to shreds without a single blow, that would lift in song - out-of-tune, but still - when she showered or would rise in ecstasy as he drove her up and over the edge again and again.

“Greetings,” he said, trying his best to modulate his tone - he’d been told that even at his most pleasant, he often came across as supercilious. By the flicker in her eyes, he gathered he’d once more failed. As her expression lost some of its cheerful welcome, his hand slid into his pocket, clenched around a stone.

The rest he carried in a pouch beneath his jacket, but this one - this one he couldn’t bear to place with the others.

It never should have been made. Lahabrea and Elidibus would be appalled if they knew he’d gone behind their backs and created a stone for her as well as the missing ten members of the Convocation, but he didn’t care. She was a hope he could not give up.

And now she was here. He had only to draw out the stone, to channel his magicks through it, and she would remember.

She would be.

“What brings you to Hearthward?” she was asking, her eyes glinting suspiciously as they flicked down towards the hand he’d slid into his pocket, her own fingers skimming surreptitiously towards the sword dangling at her side. “Don’t get many strangers around here.”

His mind raced, considering ramifications even as he answered in an off-hand tone, offering a ready-made excuse for his presence. “I’m scouting ahead; the rest of my party is a few days behind, but I wanted to make certain nothing had changed on our maps.”

Those pale blue eyes flickered over him, and he knew she was seeing his well-worn gear - similar to hers, leather and hide and fur, sturdy and ugly, with a heavy, primal scent that still offended his nose after all of these years. The pack on his back was filled with all manner of tools he had no idea how to use, but was certain the malformed soul that had once worn this body had. He’d learned enough during the conversation he’d struck up with the creature in the last town, before luring him out and shedding his body of its burden, to take it for his own.

“I see,” she said, nodding slowly as her hand fell away from her sword, and he knew she’d accepted his response. “Very well. If you have any need of resupply or wish to take an evening’s respite, the inn,” and she pointed to the largest building in town, just off the square, “and the general store,” and that was the smaller building squatting in the inn’s shadow, “are there, and open for another several marks of the candle.”

Just a simple spell, a shove really, to release the memories, the personality, the person within the stone, to restore her to herself. To restore a little balance to a world gone mad.

A little equilibrium to himself.

Even as his fingers closed around the amber-colored stone, her eyes shifted past him and, for a brief second, her eyes lit up. He knew that look; he’d seen it directed at himself. At Hythlodaeus.

He turned.

The hyur was tall and slim, dressed as they were. His hair was pale blond, his eyes a rich chestnut brown. His smile was quick and ready as he greeted the guard, and in it, the visitor could read his interest, his desire. A quick glance back at her showed him the same; no affection - not beyond the bounds of friendship, not yet, but an attraction. 

Jealousy, hot and angry, curled in his belly, and he could feel his aether rise in his breast, already forming the spell that would smite this misborn upstart into his component pieces, motes too small to see with the naked eye.

“Excuse me,” she said, breaking his concentration. “Is there aught else you needed?” He turned to meet her eyes, and she stared up at him, her smile faltering. “Forgive me, good sir, but… have you been here before? I would swear I know you from somewhere.”

Her fingers raised unbidden to brush between her breasts, across that point from which heart and soul sprang, that center of self.

That center that bound them together through eternity and beyond.

One little twist of his magic.

And yet.

She had stood in opposition of the Plan. She’d turned away from him, from them, refusing to give her aid to summon their lord Zodiark, to bring forth the only being which could restore balance to the world. She’d left him, left Hythlodaeus, left the Convocation and their people to walk amongst these- these twisted, stunted creatures, these creations with their pallid, insipid souls. To save them, at the cost of them.

And if he restored her… if he restored her, she would do the same. She would never espouse what they were doing now, never agree with the tentative plans Lahabrea had begun to make to rejoin the fourteen shards of their shattered star.

He could have her back, but she would never be his again. And their disagreement would be an ache in his breast from now until eternity ended.

“No,” he said after an uncomfortable stretch of moments, during which both hyurs had stared at him, perplexed. “No, I have not been here before. I’m afraid we have never met.” He forced his lips into a smile, and deliberately slid his eyes towards the man. “A pity, I think.”

Her brow furrowed and the man stiffened. “Indeed,” she said slowly. “If that is all, then I bid you a good day. Should you have need of aught else, simply see me, or anyone within the village, and we shall be happy to help you.” Her smile was quick and bright - almost too bright; the bond was beginning to pull at her, draw her in. Draw her to him.

He bowed slightly, and her eyes widened, then crinkled in amusement. Such a familiar expression; such a familiar pang in his breast. As he turned to walk away, he could feel her eyes on his back, then felt her regard slip away. A few more steps, then he turned back.

She was staring up at the pale-haired hyur, and he was gazing back. They did not speak, but there was a comfortable familiarity that spoke of friendship, of comradeship. He could read the tentative courtship in their stances; the way that they angled themselves towards each other, the way the man’s fingers curled, as if to keep himself from touching her. The way she twisted her fingers together for much the same reason.

The bond pulsed and pulled in his breast, tugging him back to her. Now that he had found her, he would never lose her again, not as long as their souls remained tied together by fate and destiny and a love too profound to ever be defined by words.

And he knew she could feel it too. Even as the man began to speak, her head turned back towards the visitor and met his eyes - and he could see her puzzled confusion, her helpless interest. The man faltered, frowning, then also turned to stare at him, eyes darkening with jealousy.

He took a step back. She took a step toward.

This would not do.

He could not break the bond. Would not break the bond. To do so would jeopardize her chances of ever finding fulfillment, the snapped thread of their futures together forever tripping her up. As frustrated and unhappy as he was; as disgusted as this world made him, he would not wish such misery upon anyone - especially her.

But perhaps…

He forced himself to turn away again, to begin striding towards the square. He heard a deep, rich voice rise in question, and felt her falter, heard her voice answer, anxious and confused. He waited until he was certain her attention had been diverted once more, then turned back.

The man had a hand on her arm, and his expression was one of distress and concern; that told him all he needed to know. Despite his jealousy, his first thought was her and her wellbeing. This man could never give her everything that he could - and the one thing he could not give that she needed more than anything.

Support.

Together, they would be at odds. She would remember the world they had lost, would once again feel her impotence and helplessness to aid those who had once looked to her for succor. She would blame him for the death of their beloved Hythlodaeus, just as she had before, and she would be no more likely to stay now than she had then. He would lose her again and again, and she would lose him again and again, and through their bond, they would suffer.

Apart - she would live her life, die her death, a thousand, thousand times. She would love, she would lose, she would weep and she would laugh, and she would never remember the love they had shared within their perfect paradise. And he… he would never forget.

He took a breath.

He let it out.

He reached into himself, into his limitless wellspring of aether, and he crafted a spell, a breaking, a rebinding. He tore free their bond from his own soul, snapped the threads of their future with an almost audible snap. He felt the pain of it sing through his body, saw her convulse as the loss of it struck her as well. Even as the other hyur caught at her, calling her name, he threw the spell at him.

It struck home, it sank in; it pulsed, he convulsed - and then it settled, braiding itself indelibly into his soul. The pair leaned drunkenly on each other, disoriented and confused. He waited with baited breath to see if his spell had done its work.

The woman looked up. The man looked down.

Their eyes met. Widened.

Then their mouths met. The bond would not push them into love; not immediately, but it would break down the barriers formed by shyness, by reticence, by the nagging feeling of waiting that would have kept her from forming any such bonds at all.

He did not wait to see what came of it. Already the ache of it was fading, and nothing pulled him here any longer. Head clear, heart clear, he strode off, bypassing the inn, the store, for the gate on the other side of the wall.

And when he passed through it, he dismissed it from his mind, and relegated her to where she belonged.

To memory.

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #emet-selch #shard: mnemosyne #shard: thancred #after the sundering #au: woven souls

[disciple-of-frost]

I love, love, LOVE this set. It's the Demonlord Alpha + Armor from Monster Hunter World. I love the idea of this being a look for Ishi in a Vampire/Monster AU. It's sexy, it's spooky, it's got the horns, and it's not noticeable here, but in game it has little bats that fly around the boa and it's super cute.

#Monster Hunter #MHW #Monster Hunter World #MH: World #Ishita Maryam #MH OC #Hunter OC #ishi verse #sundered soul #11th Shard #not ff #Vampire AU #Monster AU #queue #.:Ishita's Shards:. #Paranormal AU

[it-takes-four]

(*-LONG POST-*) (*Click For Quality*)

He might have done that back in the mazes

Once, in a reflex

Then decided the end result wasn't worth damaging the tablet. Also, for what that is of stabbing with a shard... He never tried it, because the idea of using someone's soul as a weapon, even in a panic, was disturbing to him. Besides, they apparently all get absorbed by the tablet.

Well, that was before he got precipitated in that transdimensional mess. And soon enough, in a event where Chell had the tablet and him and 'Teddy' Haslim got isolated from the two others, and an agressive Crawler cornered them...

...Doug found out that the Soul Shards he had picked up along that day were actually very useful against the Possessed Ink Monsters.

Soul against soul, I guess it somehow cancels each other ? Very useful, however it's still a lost shard.

Also, as he would figure out a few time later, the Factory's 'Toys' seem to have an intense, to say the least, interest for the shards as well.

Why do they have such an interest, it's a mystery. However this fascination makes them rather easier to divert and fool. For once that they are somewhat predictable.

So all in all, as of lately, the reason why Doug and the group are still collecting Soul Shards is out of survival instinct, as they are the key for each member to help survive an encounter.

As a way of killing off the Ink Creatures (which actually kills the soul of the poor Ink Demon victim, and the soul of whoever's Soul Shard that was, so to be used with parsimony, as these souls are allegedly gone forever afterwards) ; and as a way of distracting the murderous Toys roaming around. Each member has at least five of them on themselves, on Doug's behalf. (The Shards are way more sparse in this dimensional mess, but even more esteemed so.)

So that's an important point to be remembered about this whole situation -the properties of Soul Shards- and more or less how they can handle these encounters, when they don't use their own strengths, equipments or wits.

Oh, and don't worry about GLaDOS. In this predicament, she's an ally. ...At least as much as she can mutter herself to be.

(Of course Teddy (Haslim) was terrified by the Ink creatures at first, but you get used to everything. At least it no longer has a personal feel to it. The handpack is actually rather efficient against them. Except they always end up reforming this way, of course. And Doug can use his powers against the Toys just fine and has saw worse, so he's mostly cool, and Henry... well... has an axe. And no fucks left to give.)

#it takes four #answered ask #it takes four au #doug houser #teddy the ex employee #batim henry #dark deception doug #poppy playtime player oc #poppy playtime #batim #soul shards #lore #long post #click for quality #cw violence #cw language

[skelekins]

Fumes and I got talking and he told me about his factory. Real weird to consider these lil guys are manufactured…

TBH most of it went over my head. Stuff about programs and codes, the reading and distillation of multiversal data. He made it sound like some weird 3D printer that prints out physical goo comprised of binary.

Kinda fucked up but I guess corpos be corpos… and Fumes and I are both happy he exists (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

#skelekins speaks #bitty posting #in character post #ooc: i know poes bitties (and maybe others) start from like a soul shard and thats part of why they require others to help seay alive #my bitties dont have that eequirement to give them more opportunities and freedom #they also have magic but its stunted due to size which results in more hyper specializing and utilizing tools for amplification #i imagine undertale univerises on a scale of Soul to Code #so mine are manufactured in a more code-heavy AU instead of soul #they still have souls but it develops in their conception or ‘printing’ #idk the exact details shrug shrug #if yoive read this far havr a bugg fact: bugg is prototype baggs butty #they didnt quite get baggs code correctly and as such missed some of his more redeeming qualities #like the desire to help people #also a fumes note i meant to add above: this is why he is the way he is #some sansy data accidentally got mixed into his dataset at conception #peye might be different ;)

[salty-kira]

Isekai!Kira version two: in the which Kira is just Diluc’s Fray

#genshin impact #ffxiv #kirart #I need a tag for this shit uhhhh #Dark Knight Shards AU #for now #Diluc has a catbbit living inside his soul and sadly for him #kira is very attached to their little brother

[lostsoulau-ask]

It as begun

Its official ! The first chapter of the LostSoul AU is out !

#lostsoulau #magolor #lostsoulaulore #kirby oc #shardknight #shard-knight #crowny/void #magolor soul #buddymags #kirby oc tournament #kirby #kirby au #kirby fanfiction

[endstar]

Doug when your snore I bet your mates did this.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJQ9sP8B/

#dark deception #dark deception doug #doug houser #au stuff #the three kate #the three Doug #the soul shard trio #art #Kate💎 #Kate #Kate hansley

[soulshards]

                                         i've been caught up in the riptide                                          for too long 'cause it's all I know

#ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv au ra #ffxiv oc #ffxiv gpose #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv screenies #final fantasy xiv #// the souls in a sea of shards; my ocs #// the depths of darkness call to me; beneath the waves (gansu) #shark posting hours #i love sharks so why not a shark based OC

[soulshards-ooc]

Heat Wave || Auraugust2023 #3

A muffled voice comes from below the mess of fluffy hair upon their head, as they lay face down on the sun streaked stone. "We should be huntin', Sebs." "Just a few more moments, Bites. It's far too warm t'be runnin' around," Sebit replies, lazing in the waters nearby, trying her best to stay cool.

#ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv screenies #ffxiv gpose #final fantasy xiv #ff14 screenshot #ffxiv #ffxiv au ra #auraugust2023 #// what path we take is ours to make; the nameless ones (bites & sebit) #// the souls in a sea of shards; my ocs

[meowww-ffxiv]

Who knows how much Liios was actually involved in the Bozjan Front and Zadnor.

But he did develop prototypes that combined the mobility of those clawsy machines with repurposed dragonkiller harpoon guns from Ishgard. The spear-tips were already dense enough to pierce dragon hide, but Liios did some extra to them so they could puncture most Garlean warmachina's steel platings.

Bozjan soldiers called them the Scuttling Fishers -- these robots that flitted through the field whenever they were deployed and would hook and pull low-flying aircrafts to the ground.

They also couldn't be hacked because Liios hooked their control to a magic-based signal on a control bracelet that only one officer could wear at a time. The signal can only be reassigned back at base camp with the main computer. Inspired by Allagan and Omicron combat data that showed how they protected their own warmachina from viruses when invading technologically-savvy worlds.

They weren't made in great numbers and were quite resilient, making soldiers assigned to them develop some great sense of attachment to their Fishers. After the war was won, Liios came to collect the data, but had to leave the machines because at least one soldier told him he'd had to pry her Johnny the Fisher from her cold, dead hands.

His condition for their getting to keep the things was to take off all the weapons parts attached. And then, because people getting attached to machines scratched some deep corner of Liios's heart, he developed further decorative modules and upgrades to the things.

So now Scuttling Fishers were often used as real fishing machines in Dalmasca and Bozja, or just had trays attached to them that they used to bring things back and forth.

#liios suvali #no one ever mentioned it because it eclipsed so much of what liios did for the world #but he had a talent with making weapons and tools of destruction #he also enjoyed fighting where people actually died but to his friends he was the heroic wabbit so no one Asked #estinien knew this and ptolemy knew this and thancred had seen liios's cold surgical data #where he analyzed his own combat performance in all the larger scale conflicts he was involved in and knew he pored over them #to make himself more sufficient #but ofc you gotta keep the fact that ur bro used 3rd party tool (dps meter) to urself #in a very bad au ptolemy would have died during the escape from their home along w/ the sharlayan scholars rescuing them #and liios suvali would have wandered aimlessly down to garlemald and solus would have noticed azem's soul-shard #in a moment of mercy and perhaps homesickness he would have taken liios in and trained him in what he remembered azem liked -- machineries #and liios would have been one of the brightest minds of garlemald making weapons of death & Black Rose itself

[curryshesus]

bts fics that give me life in a drought

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 2

didn't expect to make a part 2 so soon but seeing how much recognition the first one got, here we are! some of these contain a hearty amount of angst, and oh they're just simply divine :( once again, please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did!

➺ knife’s edge - by @readyplayerhobi

| jungkook x reader, jimin x reader | 141.8k

mafia au, fluff, angst, smut, violence, series

>> summary: "the jeon clan is family, built on blood and loyalty. it’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the clan, jeon jungkook. you would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?"

this fic absolutely BROKE ME. i was so conflicted all throughout and deadass went through all the 50 stages of grief. the angst was unparalleled. the fluff had me giggling like a madman cuz jk is an absolute sweetheart :( jimin is too :(( y/n is dumb and so is her situation :((( i cherish this fic sm

➺ novocaine - by @kinktae

| jimin x reader |

1990s au, exes au, angst, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "going home was hard – painful even. but falling back in love with jimin, the boy you left behind? downright gut-wrenching."

➺ ghostin him- by @adonis-koo

| namjoon x reader (taehyung x reader) | 26k

angst, angst, as well as angst. comfort too dw, one-shot

>> summary: "life is nothing more than dull colors for you, your world shattered and laying in the shards of what once was rather than focusing on what is. that is until you meet kim namjoon, who is immediately taken by you without realizing you’re a girl with a whole lot of baggage, through tears and many sleepless nights you’re faced with a choice of hanging on with bleeding hands, or accepting what is, and letting go."

ohmygod the writing hello? the amount of soul, depth, and sheer utter beauty in missy's words are beyond me. had me sobbing every other line and my heart aching all throughout and boy was it worth it.

➺ take five - by @jiminrings

| yoongi x reader | 10k

angst, fluff, unrequited love, pinning

summary: "dr. min yoongi's a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand - oh and also, he's divorced."

➺ page turner - by @gukslut

| taehyung x reader | 13.6k

teacher!tae/ librarian!reader, fluff, smut, minor angst

summary: "corny romance and a zillion cheesy Romeo and Juliet quotes and references."

my tainted hopeless romantic heart ugh. they're so cute.

➺ bloom- by @hobidreams

| namjoon x reader | 20.7k

assassin!reader x florist!namjoon, smut, angst, action, sprinkles of fluff

>> summary: "family is who you kill for. who you die for. in this society, you and your kin are shadows, clinging to the darkness to obey orders absolute. but when such orders command you to abandon what little honor remains for wealth and notoriety, you find yourself lost in lonely uncertainty about the only vocation you’ve ever known. that is, until you meet a man with gentle hands, a poet’s heart, and a love for coaxing the world into bloom."

➺ counterfeit culture - by @ggukcangetit

| seokjin x reader | 29k

modern day au loosely based on jane austen’s pride & prejudice, e2l, fluff, smut, comedy

>>summary: “for as long as you can remember, you’ve always known right from wrong, good from bad, and woke from entitled/ignorant. but when you continue to cross paths with Kim Seokjin - the apparent antithesis of everything you believe in - certain walls begin to crumble. and over time, you come to realise that the world isn’t black and white, first impressions can be misleading, and that you are just as guilty as each person you’ve judged so harshly. realisation brings acceptance, and maybe, just maybe, acceptance can bring something more.”

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

| jungkook x reader | 22k

friends to lovers!au, college!au, fluff, comedy, angst

>> summary: "in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him."

➺ to hold a dragon's heart - by @softlyjiminie

| taehyung x reader | 19.1k

dragon prince!kim taehyung x warrior princess!reader, smut, angst, fluff, forbidden romance, dragon shifter!au, royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au

>> summary: "two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge, never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?"

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