#they are here to become the last one of the golden lineage and be a president (elden lord)

[riessene]

hey new elden ringer dropped

#elden ring #ethelya #been playing the convergence mod and having a bit of a blast UwU #they are here to become the last one of the golden lineage and be a president (elden lord) #my art

[milkypompon]

Gentle Nights

summary: y/n is in pain from their monthly cycle. Luckily, the ragbros are here to help!

genre: modern!au, roommates, fluff, flirty kaeya, shy diluc

word count: 1084 

With niceties aside, you asked the two bickering Ragnvindr brothers why they bothered to dorm together if they constantly butted heads. Not to mention how their deep pockets could easily afford an apartment in all the major cities of Teyvat.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have their golden family lineage to become a nepotism baby. Hence, why you had to room with not one, but two people to ease up on the rent.

The more hot-tempered of the two muttered about how their father wanted them to find a common ground before they inherited the Dawn Winery company.

Your eye twitched. Damn these rich brats.

That was last semester.

Now, if Kaeya or Diluc went missing, you wouldn’t leave a single stone unturned in the world to find them.

Your eyes danced along the slow-burn romance novel recently recommended to you by your honey-sweet friend, Lisa. She slid it to you across the table with a wink.

Being on the couch bundled up with too many fluffy blankets and reading a smutty book that Barbatos forbade anyone saw was the only reprieve you had the past few days.

You cursed as you doubled over in pain from the cramps.

Gentle tinkering of keys from the front door forced you to shove the book under Kaeaya’s blanket you borrowed – a fuzzy little thing decorated with twinkling snowflakes.

“You’re still awake?”

Speak of the devil.

You giggled softly. “It’s only 8 pm. I’m not a grandma.”

A flash of red caught your eye near the kitchen.

“I beg to differ,” Diluc snorted. “You read your book, ate Pocky, and napped repeatedly. Need I mention that you did that for most of the day?”

You rolled your eyes and pouted. “Try having a uterus for once, you dick bearing man.”

“Right, right.” He opened the microwave with a soft click. “And luckily for you, I cooked dinner.”

You smiled confidently. “That’s why you’re my favorite Ragnvindr!”

Kaeya toed his shoes off and gingerly placed them on the rack, remembering how much you hated it when he tracked in dirt. The last time he did, you forced him to mop the floors and scrub the soles of his shoes with an old toothbrush.

“I didn’t like what just came out of your mouth,” he smirked.

“And where has your mouth been? Your shift at Angel’s Share ended a while ago.” Your eyebrow quirked up.

“Forever painting me as the manwhore...”

You inhaled sharply when you noticed a plastic bag that dangled behind Kaeya.

“You really should treat me kinder, princess! It’s your fault I’m home later than usual.”

He tossed the bag to you. Inside was a pack of chocolates enough to feed a neighborhood of children during Halloween. But of course it wasn’t to give away, but to snack on until you were satiated and done with your monthly cycle.

With a sheepish smile, you hobbled over to Kaeya with a blanket around your shoulders. “You may have knocked Diluc to number two of my favorite Ragnvindrs,” you murmured into his neck as you wrapped your arms around him. Spearmint and a lingering smell of alcohol enveloped you.

Diluc cleared his throat. “Last time I checked there were only two of us. So it looks like I’m in last place.”

To Kaeya’s disappointment you pulled away first. He felt a warm wave of embarrassment at his realization.

You tossed the blanket to the couch and walked over to Diluc. “Well, there's your dad too.”

“You did not just say that,” the brothers exclaimed in unison.

Their reaction egged you even further. “With him on the roster, Mr. R may have just made it to the top of the list.”

The red-head turned around and quickly hoisted you up by the waist. Before you managed to realize that you were up in the air, he plopped you down in a chair.

Diluc wrung his wrists and sat next to you. “Eat up before the food gets cold again.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden display of physical contact. Kaeya was usually the one with touches that lingered on for too long. But after knowing him for months, you realized he seemed to crave skinship from everyone. So, you thought nothing much of it.

But Diluc?

Kaeya waving a fork-skewered chunk of the Pile Em’ Up sandwich pulled you back from your thoughts. “I’ll take the first bite if you don’t mind.”

The crunch of the crust and the sight of the cheese stretching made your stomach grumble.

“Hey, get out of here!” You huffed and snatched the fork from his hands. “Take a shower will you, Kaeya? The smell of wine is stuck to you like a second skin.”

With a swift tug at the collar of his shirt, Kaeya was left bare-chested. “Well if you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve just asked…” He purred.

You scrunched your nose from the slight tremble in your core.

It’s the hormones. You told yourself.

Kaeya let out a soft laugh and kissed the crown of your head. “Lighten up will you? You better have a smile on your face and Twilight on the TV by the time I’m done showering.”

Before you knew it, his long strides brought him to the bathroom, leaving you and Diluc alone.

Diluc gave you a small smile and pushed the plate closer to you. “Finish this first because Archons knows how long we’ll be watching.”

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The sound of conversations on the television only served as white noise now. As the hours ticked by, your body melted into Kaeya’s chest, the mountain of blankets pushing both of you down into the couch. His lithe fingers massaged your scalp, teetering you into the brink of sleep.

Diluc scooted closer to you and lightly touched your thigh. “Y/n’s asleep again, huh?”

You pried your eyes open, meeting his radiant red ones. “Surely not with you nagging.”

He pulled away quickly. “I apologize—”

You grabbed his wrist. “Keep your hand there. You’re warm.”

Kaeya snorted at his brother’s utter cluelessness with your advances.

Diluc drew small circles with his hand, slowly being accustomed to the comforting warmth the three of you shared.

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Epilogue

Something pricked Kaeya’s back. He carefully peeled away from your sleeping form, snickering about you looking like a small kitten, and reached behind him.

A book.

Specifically, your borrowed novel from Lisa.

He read the title and tossed it to his brother with a smirk.

Diluc’s eyes widened. His cheeks blooming into a blush.

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a/n: getting back into writing again! I love love love soft kaeya and diluc.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #diluc fluff #kaeya x reader #kaeya fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #diluc and kaeya #ragbros

[writingshae]

it's nice to have a friend (pt. 2)

Malfoy!reader x Neville Longbottom

Summary: The greenhouses have always been a sanctuary, a good way to hideaway from your housemates and your brothers' awful friends. Once there, you find and befriend Neville, who shares your interest in magical plants and their properties. Your friendship grows over time, but how long can you keep the secret of your lineage from him?

words:

warnings: slight descriptions of disordered eating

notes: This occurs in the golden trio's sixth year. You are Draco's younger sister, in your fifth year.

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Lost my gloves, you give me one "Wanna hang out?" Yeah, sounds like fun

— Hours passed during that first evening with Neville. You mostly listened, learning all about his Gran, his favorite plant, and his exploits from the previous year. You couldn't help but smile, muscles in your face hurting slightly from the lack of use. He was a breath of fresh air compared to the atmosphere in the dungeons. Plus, it was easy for you to avoid speaking about yourself once you got him started on mimbulus mimbletonia.

"Blimey," he noted as he looked at the clock. "It's after hours. I have a pass from Professor Sprout. I should walk you back to your common room so you don't get in trouble."

"No!"

The silence after your sudden outburst was deafening. You could hear the cogs in his head trying to decipher why you had become so defensive. Was it because his family was full of blood traitors and she was a Slytherin? Was she embarrassed to be associated with him?

"No... Sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. I just mean, it's fine. I know the Slytherin prefects, so I'll be fine. But thank you for your offer."

They both stood, awkwardly moving towards the door of the Greenhouse. Neville wondered if he said something in his rambling that had caused the shift in mood. Up until this point, he thought that the two of you were getting along swimmingly. You didn't have the glazed over look that Ginny and Hermione had and didn't interrupt him like Harry and Ron would.

"Do you usually-" "Would it be okay if-"

The both of them spoke over each other, stopping only to chuckle at their interruptions. "You first," you insisted.

"I was wondering... I mean, I've never seen you around the castle before. But if you'd like, maybe you could have breakfast with me and my friends? They're in your year I think. You mentioned your were in year five."

You nodded to confirm. "I usually keep to my room and the common room. I prefer to eat by myself most days," you explained. Realizing that it sounded like another excuse to avoid him, you quickly spoke up. "But I happen to be free around this time every week. Don't know if you'd spend it in the greenhouses every week, but I wouldn't mind it."

Neville absorbed the new information and nodded excitedly. "Oh, yea. I've been helping Professor Sprout so I'm usually here anyways. I bring my dinner and some snacks. We could meet up again, same time next week, yea?" he asked, making sure that he was reading the situation correctly.

"Same time, next week," you said with a small nod. "Goodnight, Neville... This was really nice." Without allowing him to respond, you walked out, turning down the hall to head towards the dungeons, a small smile sprinkled across your face.

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The common room looked much colder upon your return, probably due to most everyone going to bed. It seemed that one other blonde was still awake, sitting at the window that separated them from the Black Lake. "Electra. You're out after hours," he responded not looking up.

You sighed, walking over to sit down on the chaise opposite from him. "Don't call me that. Only mother and father call me that," you scowled. He had been the one to support you going by your middle name when you first started at Hogwarts. The last name was something that you were supposed to be proud of, but you despised it as soon as you learned of the mythology of your namesake. A woman who plotted matricide in revenge for the death of her father. Narcissa insisted that the story didn't matter, only that the tradition of their names lived on in her.

Your eyes fell over your brother's face. Even in the dim lighting of the common room, you could see the darkened circles under his eyes, how much sharper his features were from what she could only assume was from lack of eating. He had been like this since their father's arrest. Try as she might, she couldn't get him to talk to her like he used to. Draco spent more time with their aunt Bellatrix and meetings with the Dark Lord. She shivered at the thought. She had yet to meet the Dark Lord, so she relegated him to an urban legend like the Boogeyman or Bigfoot. Unfortunately, the man's proximity to the Malfoys seemed to cast a shadow over their household and wherever the family members went. "You're out late. Where were you?" Draco repeated exasperated.

"I just went to the Greenhouses. I lost track of time. Besides, you're my prefect. Don't I get family privileges regarding breaking the rules?"

He furrowed his brow and shook his head. "Just this once. Don't do it again or else I'll have Blaise or Theo become your permanent escort. You know the scrutiny that we're under. We can't afford to bring unnecessary attention to ourselves," he warned.

The warning was vague, but the sentiment was understood. Expectations were higher than usual for the Malfoy children. Narcissa and Bellatrix had mentioned betrothals and arranged marriages in passing, something regarding keeping the bloodlines pure. She didn't take too much stock in it; however, their constant whispers around her were beginning to wear on her. "Draco... you know you can talk to me. I know it's been a lot..."

"You don't know!" he snapped, his voice reverberating in the empty common room. "You have absolutely no idea what is expected of me." It wasn't like this before. Draco and her were able to speak. Even if she didn't spend time with her housemates or socialize like everyone else, she always had her brother to rely on. She could listen to his rants regarding the Potter boy and she would be the ever dutiful sister, nodding along as if she had an opinion on the matter. You stood up and nodded. "I don't know. Because you won't speak to me about any of it. But I'm not going to beg. It's been a long day and I need to get some rest..."

As you walked towards your room, you missed the look of anguish in Draco's eyes. If he told you, he couldn't protect you. It used to be easy for him to assume that you'd remain safe. You never went out, you never partied, you never became the talk of the school. Most people didn't realize that there was a younger Malfoy. But you were in year five now, a sudden curiosity in trying new things. Draco needed to know that you would remain safe and under the radar until he could complete his task. He dragged his hand over his face before getting up to walk down the hall to Blaise's dorm room. They had much to discuss before morning.

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note: thanks for the love! I'm slowly but surely working my word count up and might actually have a posting schedule soon! comment if you'd like to be tagged in future updates!

#neville longbottom #au | wizarding world #reader x neville #reader x neville longbottom #neville x reader #neville longbotton x reader

[oh-for-fic-sake-library]

A Sires Bond Chapter 2

Masterlist

Summary: The dark sire isnt one to waste time, when he makes a deal he intends to fullfill his end immediately.

Warnings : Smut! A/B/O, Adult themes, Werewolves/shifters au, Dark magic,Fluff?, Angst, swearing

A/N: so here is the second part, i promise im trying to keep writing but my hard work for my shop has paid off and im currently getting orders in for custom dolls/animals. Its good news but my dolls are time consuming to make 🥲 16-20 hours each if im lucky hence i havent had much spare time to write and update things.

You both gasped at the first touch. The cracked barrier felt like thickened air as your palm passed through it, his warm skin burning against yours. He didn't hesitate as you did. His fingers slotted between yours and he held you firmly. A strange pulsing came from the barrier. Intermittent thrumming echoing through the air soundlessly. Your hair flicked, jumping with the movment.

Just when you thought nothing more would happen you saw it. Magic. It seemed to creep below you skin. Your veins glowed, a strange dark light emitting from them. Along with it came a strange feeling. Something between pins and needles and feather light touches gliding across your skin. You looked to him seeing his eyes alight with orange golden fire.

A quick sense of panic flared inside of you as the magic crawled up your arm. Reaching ever closer to your body. But you refused to deny this. You will not become a victim of someone elses decision. Just as the tingling hit your chest you relaxed. The ever constant pain of your loss ebbed away, as if it was being chased by him.

Once reaching your chest there seemed to be one quick flicker of light. Your entire body shuddered, trembled with the same odd feeling. And then it stopped. Every trace of magic dispersed and he suddenly lurched forward. Eagerly passing through the barrier as if remaining on the other sode was the worst fate imaginable.

You squeeked as he was suddenly upon you. Falling forward jn his eagerness, landing over you. Yet his reflexes kicked in and a huge hand captured the back of your head. He grunted heavily as his knuckles took the weight of your fall. But quickly bit off the pained grunt and hummed down at you seductively. Eyes taking in your wide eyes, red cheeks and full lips parted in shock as you yelped. An adorable high pitch sound that he had no doubt he could draw from you again. Next time it would be breathy and sweeter. A cry of unexpected passion as he claimed you. He was sure of it.

"So cute~ i could just eat you up" he mused with a smirk. Enjoying the way your cheeks glowed. He was sure you were a fair maiden. Untouched. He could not wait to sink his fangs into you. Nip and kiss his way across your supple flesh, tainting and awakening you all at once. Before gifting you what you craved, letting you take hold of him and create a new life.

He almost felt sorry for his new naive female. He would grow to love you, of that he was most certain. But he was under no false pretenses. For the moment you were both each others means to an end.

You will use him for pups,family and security. Even use him for your own passive revenge on those who wronged you by proving them to be the fools they are, making them regret casting you aside when you could bare more then one pup.

But he was useing you. Not only to escape his prison, but also to sire a new generation of perfected wolves. His hope was that his pups would gain notoriety and draw others to them. To become the male to have sired a renownd pack alphas. That his lineage will rule over these inferior wolves. Ultimatly proving that devious bitch goddess she was wrong to forsake him. That he can and will create something better, something lasting. His children will be the fiercest of all and will rule the entire race he helped create. He had a millenia of meddling to catch up on.

And he also wanted to prove that he could love another? He wants to show the gods that he can be worthy. That he would be a perfect mate! He wanted to show luna what she had missed out on. He hated thinking that luna belived he was pining for her. He was not. He despised her. Any affection he had left for her had died when she threatened to harm their unborn.

"Eat me?! But you... you promised? Please dont hurt me" you cried panicked once more. And tried to shuffle from beneath him in fright. He chuckled blinking slowly, before scratchingmyour scalp gently with the hand that cradled your crown. You relaxed slightly into the gentle touch, unable to deny the pleasurable feeling on your head being for lack ofa better word petted.

"Hush morsel. I would not devour you in a beastly sense of blood and sacrifice. I have bonded you already. My magic has krept inside of you, has seeped into your very being and tied us together." He purred out in delight, eyes flashing their godly orange before dimming to the blue you were comingnto love already. At the mention of magic you shivered, you could still feel it. Working its way deep into your very being, soaking you through with a delirious sense of want and need.

He hummed at you raising a perfect brow as you shuddered once more laying in the cool wwater did nothing to help you as your heat began to drift into your blood once more. He smirked as he caught the scent of a needy omega again. The flames of desire were quickly igniting as his spell reawakend you.

"Though i may feast on you when the mood strikes, i will never harm such a delicate mate. You are to be treasured, you are my light. My freedom and my future" he teased pressing forward ghosting your mouth with his, sinful lips kissin your as he spoke the heated words. You whined up at him pressing your thighs together as the liquid fire in your veins pooled in your loins. This was different to before, your desire was incomprehensible. Though it may have been dampened because of mikhail's swift refusal.

"Shh shh your fine, omega. Your perfectly safe with me. My sweet ripe little pup~ i have you. Its dofferent isnt it?" He breathed out senseig you slight panic. Many omega's were frigtened on their first true experience of heat. It was unpleasant to be tormented with such frenzied arousal you could bearly speak.

Your eyes watered and your hands gripped him tight, tiny fingers clutching mercilessly at his robes. You were confused and frightened.

"Oh i know child, its difficult hm? This is what your supposed to feel, this is a true mating bond my sweet;fuck you are soo sweet! Like honeyed ambrosia!" He grunted out through clenched teeth as the scent of his new found mate washed over him. He couldnt wait to defile you. He shifted holding himself over you before dragging you to him.

You could do little more then moan as he finally kissed you, his lips pressed hard against yours teasing your own. You somehow found a rhythm and fell into a delicious needy kiss. He licked and nipped along your bottom lip. He pulled the swelling flesh into his mouth, biting lightly before suckling at it like a pup on a breast. You panted mewling following his mouth trying to entice him to deepenthe kiss once more, al, the while arching your hips in uncontrollable movements. Your center seeking him out.

He shifted once more, rewarding your attempts with a single thick thigh. You moaned into his mouth as you found the hard muscle and began grinding onto it, whining and moaning for him aloud with little care. Your insides tensed, your walls pulsing with a need unlike any other youd felt. This was what mating really was? The undeniable hunger for your mate. Your body willingly tearing itself apart just so he would fulfill your needs. You quivered as you began to saturate your leggings.

Your hips jolted against him as he tensed his leg, and you sped up, rocking back and forth tending to your own need. Stoking your own fire useing him like a tool, as if his only purpose for being was to satisfy your own pleasure.

He grunted when you arched higher, brushing against his own need and released your mouth with a wet pop grinning down at you.

"I am your servant, your gaurdian. You shall never know pain again. Never endure torment, or need to worry or fear anything." He spoke with clarity, pledging himself to you in a flurry of sweet words. But the sentimentality was muted as he made sure to start tugging on the leggings you wore, his fingers finding the thick elastic quickly before curling them inside and peeling them off of you. You yelled in need before wriggleing your hips trying to help him rid you of them.

He chuckled dipping down once more at your insistence, you hands tugging on him trying to bring him closer. He locked lips again, this time pundering your mouth drinking in the cries and whimpers as you spiralled into a dazed heat, craving nothing but him.

You grunted at him as he pulled his thigh free from your own and quickly pulled your leggings to your knees.and in a swift movement you were rolled over below him.

You dropped your chest low, hissing as the position submerged your breast into the cool stream but quickly found a love for the temperature. Your body was boiling, your pussy wept a molten heat of longing. He groaned loud into the glen, the trees trembled at the beastly primal sound. You moaned as his hands captured your hips and urged you to rock back towards him.

"I am your protector and your might. If you give the word I will prowl this land and bring your enimies to a brutal bloody end." He spoke in a strained voice. His hot hands storking over your lower back, down your ass and squeezed. It had been a long time since a female presented for him, he'd not rush ahead befpre commiting the sight to memory. And you were a cute little thing.

"And me? What am i?" You breathed out desperately trying to press against him, searching for him. Willing him to finally take you and claim you for himself.

"You my dear? You are about to become and impossibility. An exception to every constraint placed upon your kind. You my little love are about to birth an entirely new era." His words were overshadowed by the howl like cry you belowed as he impaled you. He coildnt help smirk victoriously as your body wrapped aroundnhim so tightly. Your insides squeezing him with no complaints.

You moaned into the open air as his cock pressed jnto you. The thick rod prying you open, pressing you to your limits as he invaded you. It was a sweet pajn, the stretch and light burn form him making you feel cold. You grunted when he pressed further, you could almost imagine him protuding in your stomach. The thought made you wail louder tensing around him as if fighting for room in you own body.no. not yours, it was his now.

He grunted holding still as your heat suckled on him, pulling him urging him deeper. Fuck yes. He growled as you squirmed, turning to look back at him and tried rockingmon your knees. No. You were uis, and youd take what he gave.

He moved, slowly at first hands on your hips tugging you back to wards him, meeting the light tilts of his hips. You cried rung out around you. The mewling sobs of pained pleasure echoing around the glen as he toyed with you. He couldnt help it, he wanted to tease his new mate. But you were driving him mad.

You moaned as the male mounting you began to fuck you, the arching hips became harde and harder as he worked himself inside of you. Each thrust forceing the breath from you. And then like something inside of og him snapped he grasped your wasit tightly, fingers threatening to bruise as he jerked your body faster, harder and deeper.

Each pull made you more desperate, you needed him, needed something more! The trembling in your legs seemed to spread further. Crawling across your spine and tummy leaving tinggling in its wake. You couldnt describe it, the sensation of being one with your intended. It was all encompassesing and muted. Like you were trapped inside a bubble of unyeilding lust and heat.

He growled, curseing out loud fucking you in harsheder strokes. His thighs slping yours in scalding stinging swats, only adding to your heady ecstasy. And then he stopped, p,undging himself as far as he could. You yelped eyes wideneing as you felt something else. A foreign feeling, a swelling. But not y9ur own?

A stinging pain tugged at you unlike anything youd felt before. You cried out in fear turning to him, but a hand caught your hair, tilting your head back. You made to ask what was going on but could only let out silent scream when you felt teeth imbed into your neck. Fangs shooting down locking themselves into your flesh.

The pain coupled with the seering heat in your hea made you tense, your body twisting tightly befor relaxing in a mind numbing pleasure. You trembled and quivered finding your end cumming in one frighteningly powerful wave leaving blackspkts in your vision.

You whined almost collapsing below him, completely spent. But our mate was quick to capture you, one thick arm crossing your abdomen supporting your weight, whislt holding you still as he rooted himself deep inside of you. His cock pulsing, tickling your insides with his seed as he came inside of you.

You moaned when his jaw pulled free of your neck as he felt you coming down from your high. With a gentle kiss he parted from your bitten flesh.

"Shh shh thats me, my knot. We are one. I will release you soon my love" he panted trying to sooth you as you cried out and tugged, trying to pull yourself from him. Your mate sighed, It was always painfull the first time, omega needed to learn to appreciate the knot. For now you would weep as the sensation of being knotted, the burn was a knife edge of pleasure and pain, for the moment youd only focus on the latter.

You whined arching forward again trying to escape the pain, ignoring the warmth of his seed coating your insides with a hope of taking root. But not even the promise of pups could ease the full painfull feeling. He hushed you, pressing his hands into your back warming them, rubbing circles and long lengths up and down your tight muscles easing them. Encouraging you to relax for him.

"Together we will gift this world our pups. Pups that will grow into feirce rulers, and they will bring about a new dawn to this dismal supernatural world. Your species will not be mocked. They will be feared" he spoke, trying to draw your mind away from the present uncomfortable sensation of your first knot. It worked somewhat, he felt your excit en and hope spark through the bond. His heart leapt in his chest, it has been to long since he had shared this kind of bond. The way he felt you, the way your emotions pulled at him as you unknowingly broadcast them like a beacon for him. He closed his eyes swearing a silent oath to keep this bond, this union sacred and safe.

"We will be feared" he ended, the tone dark and foreboding as he finished his silent promise out loud. You'llbe feared, loved and cherished. Your pups will be worshipped . Your bloodline revered.

"So... whats your name?" You pondered flushing as you realised youd given youraelf to the dark sire without even knowing his true name. It was... demeaning in a way? You felt embarrassed, ashamed almost that you even had to ask in this postion.

"You know i have never given it much thought. I do not really have one, only titles. The dark sire, the shroud, hound of hell, hell beast, deciver;"

"Thats... actually really sad everyone should have an actual name" you interrupted him as his tone began to grow more acidic. It would seem even he held offence to the mamy blighted names he had been gifted over the millenia. You also felt sorry for him, you couldnt imagine never having something so important. A name was? Personal, it was identity being. It was acceptance and civil. To not have one was, it was unthinkable.

"Augustus? I was named Augustus a few hundred years ago" he spoke again quietly, his voice a purring hum. Thoughtful and deep, he sounded lost, adrift somewhere in his own mind. You faltered. Oh. Augustus? Like the boy from Charlie and the chocolate factory? The fat one who couldnt swim. You were pulled from your thoughts by a deep laugh from behinde.

"You are not fond of it? Me neither of course you can always help me find a new one. I am but a humble servant for my rescuer" he cooed, leaning down once more to nuzzle your neck unable to resist. You preened at the attention.

"How about August? Just shorten it? Its fancy but not old we dont want people to know who you really are... right?"you offered weakly, trying to avoid the old aristocratic name that made you cringe.

"August. I like it. And you are?" You felt a wave of relief flush through you. Thank the gods! But then paused your name? Oh! He doesnt know either... oops?

"Willow. My name is willow" his face lit up as he tested your name, letting it roll off the tongue in a languid purr.

"Willow. My perfect mate has such a unique name, it really does suit you my love." He added gently before taking your legs into his hands slowy and lowered you to the ground following your movements as not to tug on your joining. You hissed but managed to remain still for him only releasing a huge breath when the larger then life male smothered your back. Warming you instantly with his own body heat.

"Well willow, you should try and rest for. While, the next few days are going to be very busy" he uttered coaxing you to relax further, his kingstache tickled your neck and shoulder as his lips fou d your skin again gently littering it with kisses and gentl licks. Everything about he did was to keep you calm, docile and relaxed around him. Praying each and every moment that natrue would take its course and youd be pupped by the time you were released from beneath him.

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Snippet request: Papa Terzo introducing his daughter to his brothers for the first time??

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"Now you have all washed your hands, si? Let me see them." Terzo ordered, Primo and Secondo side eyeing each other as they stood before him, just outside the doorway of his Papal suite.

"Don't you think you're being a bit too cautious Terzo?" Secondo said, his eyebrow raised and the look on his face–seething with annoyance. Primo cleared his throat, an action he'd done a million times before, Terzo’s ears piqued to the sound. 

"Wait, you are not sick are you? I swear if one of you stronzos gets my little bambina ill I will rain hellfire down on you." Terzo huffed. 

"Relax fratellino, I am an old man, I make all manner of sounds…now let us see our nipote." Primo scoffed. Terzo was cautious, little Filomena was only a day old and with all he'd been through in the last several months and weeks down to the chaos of the last few days—Terzo wanted to make sure everything was in order. Terzo nodded his head, swallowing back his nerves and moving from the doorway to let his brothers inside. Terzo followed them in as they made their way to the bedroom. 

“Are you ready cara?” he asked Alé , peeking through the opening in the door. 

“Yes, let them in, she’s awake.” Alessandra smiled, the small bundle in her arms gently wiggling. Terzo, Secondo, and Primo all stepped inside the room. The sun was shining past the drapes, bathing Alé and the child in a golden light. Terzo took the infant from her mother and smiled down at her, cooing away in his arms. 

“Which of you wants to go first?” he asked, Primo raising a hand to volunteer. Terzo had the two of them sit on a sofa just off to the side of the room. A comfortable spot to spend their quality time together.  Primo raised his arms, holding them out for Terzo to give him his niece for the very first time. Terzo carefully set her down in Primo’s embrace. 

“She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Alessandra you did such a wonderful job.” Primo praised, his eyes filling with tears of joy.  

“Hey! I helped!” Terzo whined, Alé laughing at him as he did. Primo held little Filomena close, gazing down into her beautiful eyes–the Emeritus lineage evident in their mismatched appearance, her tiny little finger holding on to his. 

“You are just starting out piccola, you are in it for the long haul…” Primo began, looking at Filomena as if he would tell her the secrets of the universe. Terzo and Alessandra watched, overjoyed at the family they worked so hard to create. Secondo, glancing over the child as Primo showered her with affection. Several minutes later Terzo got up and walked over to them, having become much more relaxed now than before. 

“Alright Mena, let’s let Zio Secondo have a turn, si?” he suggested, Primo smiling and Secondo’s eyes widening.

“I don’t know…” Secondo protested as Terzo insistently laid the baby in his brother’s arms. Secondo stiffened, looking entirely too uncomfortable, little Filomena beginning to fuss.

“Do not let your Zio Secondo scare you Mena, his bark is worse than his bite.” Terzo laughed, Alessandra and Primo joining in. Secondo furrowed his brows, his lips pressed tight as he settled with his niece in his arms. When the infant began to cry, Secondo instinctively began to bounce her gently, swaying a bit in the sofa as he did. Only a few moments later, little Filomena calmed and had fallen blissfully asleep in his arms.    

“Are you crying?” Terzo asked, noticing the glossing of Secondo’s eyes as he watched the baby sleep.

“No! I have paint in my eye, you stronzo.” Secondo protested, “Now be quiet or you’ll wake her.”  

“Regret not having one of your own Secondo?” Alé teased him, a gentle smile on her face. Secondo looked over to her, the glimmer of a smile promised on his face.

“Wouldn’t go that far. I will leave that to the two of you.” Secondo replied. Terzo sat beside Alessandra in the bed, pulling her close, caressing her cheek then kissing her deeply.

Terzo couldn’t help but feel blessed by Lucifer himself. The overwhelming feeling of love he felt in this moment as he watched his brothers with his newborn daughter, with his Prime Mover at his side—a happiness unlike anything else. He looked over to Secondo holding Mena and then back at Alé before he spoke again. 

 “No worries there.” 

#you asked i answered #Terzo ask #Terzo x oc Alessandra #Terzo x OC #ghost fluff #ghost sequel snippet #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fan fics #ghost fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ren writes #papas as dads #Terzo #secondo #primo #Papa iii #papa ii #papa i #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus i

[nemo-in-wonderland]

So, after yesterday's post, @havatnah and @giuliettaluce convinced me to share the old OC (more specifically Ranian, because she was the one I was referring to yesterday, and how she inspired Dorothea subsequentially when I approached Assassin's Creed Syndicate. Also, fun fact, Ranian was the first one of my ocs to be drawn digitally. I still have a photo of the picture lol), but because I love all my FF ladies very much still, I decided to redraw all the three of them.

So, from left to right, you have Her Excellency Nabyrie Alyja Ondore, Marchioness to the Skycity of Bhujerba and Empress of the Archadian Empire, married to Emperor Larsa Ferrinas Solidor in one heck of arranged marriage. Her heart, however, belongs to one man alone: Vossler,the Knight of Dalmasca that has forever stolen her heart.

She Belongs to FFXII, and her story is both heartbreaking and quite complicated (but then again, if you have known me for sometimes, what's new?lol), but it's probably my favourite, because of all the political intrigue that brought her to become Empress and, of course, the tormented love story behind it all. The first love and second love discovered through pain and life.

And last, but not least, Kiani Ronso, my tough, mysterious girl that walks around Spira trying to find a purpose in her existence. Her heritage is quite interesting, seeing that her mother is an Al-Bhed (as seen in the spiral pupils) and her father belongs to the Ronso Tribe, and as such, she has been considered most of her life an abomination by the people around her. But my girl is tough, and she always took immense pride in both her mother's and father's lineage Because of her mother's passing when she was a newborn, she was raised by her papa among the peaks and nooks of cold Mount Gagazet, and it would be there where she meets Auron, the one she would end up falling for.

Besides her, with that strawberry golden hair and cute dimples, sits Madame Ranian Crepuscolo Pendragon-ShinRa, daughter of the Archiduchess and Archiduke of Veréne (a small duchy in the Icicle Area, close to the Sleeping Forest). As her name indicates, she is connected to the Shin-Ra Family, through the arranged marriage to the patriarch of the family, and much like Nabyrie, her own story has its share of sadness, and if you know the story of FFVII, you know why.

She, along with all her family, belong to the world of FFVII.

She belongs to the beautiful world of FFX

so here you have some small info about my Final Fantasy Girls.

Also, allow me to share some of my old artworks with them. I am happy to see that my style has improved since then.

If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask, I am always happy to talk about my older brainchildren. They are as beloved as my new one.

Hope you will like them. <3

--Nemo

#Final Fantasy #Final Fantasy VII #Final Fantasy X #Final Fantasy XII #Ranian Crepuscolo Pendragon-ShinRa #Nabyrie Alyja Ondore #Kiani Ronso #Nemo Sketches #my ocs #my art

[boombambaby]

Drabble; The stars dance, and Kuzco reflects.

His fingers curl against the grass beneath them as a breeze passes over him, gentle enough to brush his hair away from his eyes, but not to disturb much else.

It’s balmy tonight, with a sky clear enough to trace the bright constellations that he had been taught are a direct effect of his lineage across the inky sky.

He’d only taken to noticing how peaceful it had felt recently. When his thoughts threatened to consume him, or when his emperor duties that he was finally taking seriously took over his every waking moment, and he needed an escape.

More often than not lately, he’s found himself here. An unmoving mass against the calm, dew covered grass of the hillside, staring up at the wide expanse of the sky while a solitary candle burns in the window of his vacation hut.

Sometimes, Pacha will join him.

If he notices the candle burning in the window after the kids are put to sleep, he’ll join him on the hillside— a silent, but comforting sentry that reminds him that there are people who care about him in this world.

‘Nobody really seems to care that he’s gone, do they?’

For as long as he can remember, Kuzco has been presented with everything and anything he could ever want on a golden platter. His parents, from what he could remember showered him in gifts of toys, fine jewelry and respondent clothing.

As a baby, all he had to do was cry and gifts were thrust at him from every angle— each one more entertaining than the last.

When his parents disappeared, that never changed. Yzma took over as a caregiver of sorts, and as long as he didn’t bother her too much, she gave him everything.

He tried to remember the songs his mother used to sing him to sleep with. The holiday traditions they celebrated as a family— and when he attempted to recreate it with Yzma, he was snubbed.

‘What need does the future emperor have for such immature behavior? You should be learning and remembering far more important things.’

Kuzco made a point to teach some of the songs to the palace servants, but would become furious with them when they would misremember a lyric, or get something wrong.

. . . He grew up a spoiled brat, surrounded by opulence and uncaring of how others saw him because he had never learned to behave any other way.

The soft caw of a bird on a nearby branch breaks his train of thought, and he tips his head backwards to try and place it amongst the trees. In his searching, he noticed Pacha’s darkened home, the candles blown out and the entry way door closed.

He wouldn’t be good company tonight, anyways. There’s too much on his mind.

Who knew righting your past wrongs and completely changing your groove— I.e. pattern of behavior— would be so difficult and time consuming?

This morning, he nearly snapped at one of the palace servants for bringing him cold atole. Everything else on his gold plated platter was warm with enough steam coming off of it to replicate a facial treatment.

“Hey! How hard actually is your job, huh? Less chat-ty and more following your duties to the Emperor, and maybe I’d be able to get to my first torture sea— I mean, meeting— on time!” He shouted at the startled woman. Nearly upending the tray onto the bed with the force he used to shove it off of his lap.

She stared at him unblinking, hands clenching and unclenching against her robes as she bowed her head and struggled to come up with a proper excuse.

It only took a moment, and the look in her eye for Kuzco to realize what he was doing, and he visibly recoiled, grimacing at his own lack of manners,

She was still babbling, struggling through her apology when Kuzco held up his hands to try and calm her.

“Hey— hey, woah. Slowly-o down.” A pause, and then. “What’s your name?”

The trembling female stopped, glancing up at him in surprise and muttered a very quiet “Inez, your highness.” In response.

“Inez. Listen— I’m sorry. I’m having a bad morning, didn’t mean to take my frustration out on you.” He tried, lowering his hands and shooting her his best conspiratorial grin. “Anyone would be mad if they woke up knowing they were going to be bored to death in back to back council meetings all day. Am I right?”

Inez just stared back at him blankly, before offering him a weary smile. “Of course, sir.”

After apologizing again and asking her to take the tray back to be remade and to bring it to the throne room next, Kuzco dismissed her and laid himself back against his silken pillows.

For as long as he could remember, that brash, arrogant persona he put on was all that he knew. It was a shield for him, against the world and those who saw him as a spoiled little child instead of the man in charge of their empire.

. . . He certainly wasn’t going to change in a days time, that was for certain. As he was certain it would take some time for the people of the empire to change their view of him.

It was just a matter of deciding what, exactly, that view should be. And if he would deserve it.

#kuzco #roleplayer #Drabble #fanfiction #disneyrp #The Emperors New Groove #MENTIONS: #Pacha

[milkywaygg]

Confidential Affairs Chapter 9

Cosma interpretation belongs to @eripops. Also apologies for the rushed and somewhat lazy ending.

Despite all the warm, comforting words that were spoken the nights before, Euphemia woke up feeling as if her stomach flipped upside down. She rubbed her temples as her head started to pound, while she felt waves of anxiety rush over her. She took a step back and realized even if Jules was ok with helping out, even if he didn’t mind cutting back on expenses, the truth was that ultimately, these were things she was supposed to figure out for herself. Guilt hit her like a truck as she turned towards Jules, who was still asleep, and watched as a bulging stomach bounced up and down slowly. 

She couldn’t deny that she was excited about the baby, and she felt like royalty the day she worked up the guts to get down on one knee and show Jules that emerald, flower rings she had gotten him, but Jules’ offers to help just didn’t sit right with her. How could she ask her soon-to-be husband for help when he was about to go through such a hard time, especially given that she was responsible for putting him in such a state. Desperate for some space, Euphemia sighed as she pecked Jules’ cheek gently before getting out of bed, throwing on some casual clothes to take a walk in. Pocketing her wand and cell phone, she took off through the lilac door and allowed the golden sun and crystal clear wind to ease her mind, even if it was just for a little while.

She wasn’t exactly sure where she’d end up, nor did she particularly care. Her focus was on everything that had happened with her job, Jules’ pregnancy, and her parents….oh god…her parents. As her feet made a crumbling sound from stepping on the cracks, she found herself revisiting her memories from her last visit with them, alongside snippets of her entire childhood. 

Who the fuck do they think they are? Euphemia thought to herself. She recalled the countless amounts of times she was told she wasn’t good enough for them and the endless excuses after punishments, such as We’re just doing this for your own good and You’ll understand when you’re sophisticated enough to become a true Von Strangle, which Euphemia thought was total bullshit. If becoming a Von Strangle meant that every little thing was wrong in her parents’ eyes, then she wanted no part in the Von Strangle lineage. 

Yet, the more she thought about it, the more she thought about the day Jules came into the picture; how one look at him, they basically decided that he was their enemy, regardless of whether or not he did anything to him. It wasn’t his fault he was poor. It’s not like Jules just woke up one day and decided that he and his parents were above money. Even if he were as wealthy and high-class as she was growing up, she fell in love with his personality, not the size of his wallet. Euphemia sighed sadly. Why can’t they understand that?

Too absorbed in her thoughts, she didn’t notice a tall, slender figure walking towards her as the two collided, Euphemia falling on her rear end.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going! Do you know who I am-”, the woman’s British accent flared as Euphemia recognized the figure as her mother. Great…just HAD to walk here, didn’t I? 

“Sadly.”, Euphemia growled as she picked herself up, “Well, I gotta get going. I’ll talk to you later-”

“Hold it.”, Athena said calmly, grabbing Euphemia’s arm as she pulled her towards her, her nose wrinkling as she looked down at her grey sweats, “What in the world are you wearing? And…are those pants? On a woman?”

“They’re called sweats. Ever heard of them?”, Euphemia snapped, jerking her arm back.

“No need for the attitude! I’m just asking a genuine question.”, Athena snorted, before crossing her arms, smiling slightly, “So, decided to come crawling back? Figured you’d come to you senses.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Where’s the skank boyfriend of yours? Did you finally realize that he wasn’t good enough for you?”, Athena lectured, “I guess in that case, we can talk about getting you back on our financial plan. I mean, once you return the ring of course.”

“The ring? Why would I?” Euphemia argued before stopping herself. Ever since the night of the party, Jules hadn’t made much contact with her parents, so…maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea if she managed to fake returning the ring in order to get back into her parents’ good graces. As much as she hated to admit it and as much as she absolutely HATED begging to her parents, maybe this little white lie would save them from their unborn child growing up in poverty? Taking a deep breath, Euphemia swallowed and gave her mother a fake smile, “Uhm…you know what? Jules uh…it turns out Jules just wasn’t ready for a relationship. He uh…wanted to try and see other people.”

“Hmph! Typical of poor folk. They can’t commit to anything. I’m glad you’re finally starting to see the error of your ways Euphemia. Your father will be absolutely thrilled to hear the news.”, Athena said, with the most cheerful tone Euphemia had heard in ages, “You know, we only want what’s best for you. There was no reason a Von Strangle should have to settle for someone like…him..”

“Heh…yeah…I guess you’re right.”, Euphemia chuckled nervously, “Oh well, guess there’s no changing the past, huh?”

“No, I suppose not. “, Athena said calmly, “Well, why don’t you come over for dinner later this evening so you can tell your father the news and we can suggest new terms for financial support. Thank the stars he left you before he married; there was no way he would sign a pre-up.”

“Ok mom, I get it. What time do you want me?”

“8 o’clock. Sharp.” Athena said, before her nose crinkled up again, “And for heaven's sake, take a shower at some point today! You’re starting to smell like that drunken bastard.”

Those last two words hit her like a stone as Euphemia excused herself and turned around, walking herself home. She groaned, burying her face into her hands as she ran her fingers in her sky blue hair. Idiot…Idiot…Idiot…Euphemia, you’re the biggest idiot in the galaxy! How the hell did Jules fall in love for a lying idiot like you! She continued to feel sorry for herself all the way home until she came across her mailbox, the door looking as if it were about to pop any second. Knowing that Jules would be awake at any second, she took this opportunity to check the mail before he did; the mailbox overflowing with red envelopes and red, bold overdue letters all over the papers; alongside a few rejected letters from the many jobs she applied for. 

Well..maybe it’s for the best…it’s not like they interact with Jules all that much…maybe they don’t have to know…

8 o’clock that evening, Euphamia found herself in front of the large double doors like she had a few months prior, waiting nervously as she waited for her mother to answer the door. 

“Severus! Be a dear and use the good plates. We have much to celebrate.”, she heard her mother’s slimy voice call out before letting Euphemia in, leading her towards their pristine kitchen that smells of caviar, roasted potatoes, asparagus, and of course, the smell of a dry, white wine that was only broken out for special occasions. Severus set the table and put dinner in front of them as the family of 3 sat down; their eating behavior much more delicate than she was used to back at her town house. 

“So, you want to tell your father what you told me this morning?”, Athena asked, her tone still cheerful.

“Not really.”

“Too bad. Go on.”

“Err...Jules..decided to find someone else.”, Euphemia swallowed, knowing damn well that wasn’t the truth. Ignoring her nervous body language however, Severus smiled slightly.

“Aw well…don’t worry love. There’s plenty of fish in the sea. Much better for you than him. I could see if that Magnifico boy is still available.”

“Maybe later dad.”

“Well in that case, I think there are things we should discuss,”, Athena spoke up once more, “Were you able to return the ring? Where’s the receipt?”

“Uh…Dang! You know what, I think I left it at the house! I remember I put it on the kitchen counter this afternoon and I guess I just forgot to grab it on my way out.”

“Typical. Always forgetting things. I Thought we taught you to be more responsible than that.”, Athena rolled her eyes until Severus gently squeezed her hand.

“Hey, calm down. Let’s not let small things ruin such a happy moment.”

“Alright fine. We can deal with that later. Now, do you plan on moving back in?”

“Uhh…no…Jules ended up moving back in with his parents.”

“That’s right. I remember that house should be under your name, you know, since he didn’t want to contribute.”, Athena snorted, the insults making Euphemia angered and angrier, “It’s for the best after all. The poor really should stick to their one kind. They belong together.”

Despite everything they said and struggling to hold herself from strangling her parents, Euphemia just laughed nervously and played along the rest of the evening. If she could just get back in their good graces, even if it’s through a lie, then maybe she could get back to taking care of Jules like she should, given that eventually, he’s going to have to quit his job. After all..what they don’t know wasn’t going to kill them, would it?

#fairly oddparents #cosma family #fanfic #au

[phoenixtakaramono]

For the wip game, the untold tale ch6? I will not lie it is because im obsessed but also this chapter includes new characters probably so im also 👀👀👀

Ooh! Yes! Since you mentioned new characters….

Note, for The Untold Tale ch6, keep in mind this is from my notes so details are subject to change in the final draft, but here’s a snippet (and some context)! In this chapter I wish to avoid injecting OCs as much as possible unless strictly necessary and I think it’ll be fun learning some more cultural details via the storytelling medium Shen Yuan interacts with some actual gods and goddesses (placeholders) from Chinese mythology.

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

(Spoiler alert down below!)

SNIPPET

Shen Miao was quiet.

Unlike themselves whose births were blessed by the Heavenly Dao, they as gods and celestial beings were far more selective with the moral quality of the mortals who they allowed into their homes. Only exceptional meritorious spirits were allowed to ascend to either the Silver Bridge—giving one access to a position in the Celestial Bureaucracy—or to the Golden Bridge—which allowed for rebirth in one of the upper realms of the Heavenly Realm.

“A man who’s arrogant from being pampered is destined to not last long,” she said. “Sān gē will toss him really quickly.”

(TUT, Ch6 Excerpt)

CONTEXT

*Sān gē - Third brother (referring to Shen Yuan)

In this chapter, Shen Yuan goes to meet the Heavenly Emperor. On the way, he will reunite with his “family members” in PIDW which the System has set for him a lá a direct side effect of his Protagonist’s Halo (if he hadn’t asked to become the deuteragonist, he wouldn’t have gotten this powerful background). One of them is his sister. I’d made a few posts about her here on tumblr and on twitter.

Shen Miao is the name I’m giving SY’s unnamed little sister, as an Easter Egg reference to the protagonist of The Rebirth of the Malicious Empress of Military Lineage. In this excerpt, after SY leaves, the family consults with one another about this demon lord Luo Binghe that their treasured family member (celestial fortuneteller/ warlord SY) is suddenly so protective over and supposedly having a fate that will change the Three Realms, and warlord Shen Miao makes this remark (about Bingge).

(Shen Yuan canonically has parents, 2 older brothers and 1 younger sister in SVSSS. Since we’re “bringing them” into this story they haven’t transmigrated; the celestial beings that are SY’s family in PIDW which he meets this chapter coincidentally share their same names and faces, I’m giving them the xianxia treatment in this AU and giving my own spin on them. To give you an idea of the two older brothers who were supposed to take over the family’s manufacturing business before SY transmigrated, here’s the vibe of one of them in the below GIF.)

Shen Yuan’s father, as we’ll come to find out, is the Heavenly Emperor. And his mother is the Heavenly Empress. Their entire family is a family of warlords. It’s the type of hidden family background we rag on protagonists for being too OP, haha, so I wanted to play into that since SY is LBH’s golden thigh in TUT and he also shares the same protagonist halo with LBH. This version of SY is supposed to be the perfect match for Bingge SO WE ARE GONNA HEAVILY LEAN INTO THAT and satirize a few tropes (esp. the Opposites Attract; it’s dramatic were a “forbidden romance” to spring up between a demon lord and celestial being, no? Hee hee.)

#人渣反派自救系统 #svsss #bingyuan #scum villian self saving system #shen yuan #celestial shen yuan #the untold tale #phoenixtakaramono #ask #anon #answered #wip game

[proloser-spiral]

an idea i've had for a while. umineko spoilers. gotta be at least past episode 7 tea party for it to even make sense. I was gonna write a fic but... idk i feel like i just gotta get the idea out there before i explode because every time i try and write it properly i give up.

Basically, a universe where Lion survives that starts almost identically to what we know of the 1/2,578,917 they come from; after the funeral for Beatrice, the parents are challenged by Kinzo to solve the epitaph riddle. However, for some reason in this fragment (let's call it 1/5,153,834) Lion returns to the mansion while the parents are still in the middle of solving it, probably just forgetting something from their room, and decides to stay and help. Like before, they all solve it together and go to the Golden Land together, now with Lion in tow.

When things start to go chaotic this time, however, two things happen. For one, the trigger becomes stuck, set to explode. Secondly, in a panic, Lion barricades themself alone in the escape tunnel directly after seeing Natsuhi shot. The door gets stuck and it's impossible for anyone to get in or out either way. From that point, we don't know what happens to anyone else on Rokkenjima, only Lion alone. It's a catbox sealed only by a stubborn door.

Aware of the explosion to come, and with no other choice, Lion heads towards Kuwadorian for safety. There, they're met with the prison their own birth mother was kept in, but with no knowledge of their actual lineage that was only given to them through an invasion from the meta world, they are simply left in this sad and dusty little house left to wonder what it was for and how they could live on Rokkenjima their whole life and not know about it. Maybe there's a photo of Beatrice- either Castiglioni or Ushiromiya -around to give them some idea of who might have lived here, but they would only have context of the confusing funeral their grandfather had put on the previous day to relate it to.

From there, their position resembles that of Eva after the events on Rokkenjima. As the last remaining relative and technically an adult at 19, they are both recipient of whatever fortune Kinzo kept off of the island and made guardian of Ange. And of course, rumours swell as they always do. People question whether Lion was ever 'successor-sama' really, it would make it seem like they were innocent if they were ALWAYS bound to get the fortune, now wouldn't it? And why would a random grandchild get that position? They're not a direct child (from all anyone knows), and they're not even the first born grandchild! So it makes more sense to everyone that 'successor-sama' is a lie to cover up the true motive of inheriting the wealth.

I'm not sure exactly how Lion would be faced with the responsibility of being a parent, after the trauma of losing their own. Plus suddenly going from privately beloved child to the most scrutinised public figure. That and I think they might have a harder time fighting off Ange's other side of the family. They for sure wouldn't be the same kind of bitter as Eva, but it's hard to say exactly who Lion would be through trauma like that without the encouragement of someone like Will and the knowledge of being a shining light for someone else.

If there's blueprint, I'd say they'd reflect a bit more of Sayo at that point. Of course, Sayo was traumatised from a child, and built her whole life around said trauma, where Lion had that idealistic childhood that Sayo dreamt of, and each grew into distinctly different people because of it, but also I think that even with that much nurture there's still some nature that connects the two that could come out in these kinds of moments. So I'd say that perhaps Lion also reaches towards the fictional.

Honestly, if I was trying to tie it around, I could see Lion getting into Van Dine's work. They're mysteries that click in their mind the same way that mysteries clicked for Sayo. Perhaps they could be trying to reframe the tragedy they went through in this lense of a mystery, of there being a culprit and a scheme, of there being a reason, even though they were there and knew that death was ensured by terrible accident. It's them looking back at the tragedy the way Sayo looked forward at it. And, of course, specifically Van Dine because of Mr Willard H. Wright. Maybe Lion conjures him in a similar way that Ange conjures the seven sisters. He's just a personification of their mind based on this writing. It's sad and it's lonely but... they get to be together even in this world.

Anyway, that's the thoughts thanks for reading.

#umineko #umineko spoilers #lion ushiromiya

[gditrisha]

HEARTSEASE | CHAPTER 2

CHARACTERS: Estrilda, Thane, King of Ranhorn, AFK Arena OCs - Belta (OC), Lord Vrelle (OC), Lord Dafriard (OC), Adré La’xriene (OC), TAGS: Betrothal, Marriage Proposal, Marriage Interviews TRISHA NOTES: This story was prompted by a song of the same name. Listening to "Le Papillon Solitaire" by Franz Gordon while reading is optional but recommended! Here's Chapter 2! PROLOGUE | WRITING MASTERLIST  |   HEARTSEASE MASTERLIST

It had been two years since that evening, the peculiar wisp-like entity Estrilda dreamt of and the simultaneous celebration of Dura’s Dawn Banquet and her eighteenth year. 

Most women residing in Ranhorn come across well-to-do men and continue their lineage before reaching their twentieth year but Estrilda, who was already two years in on her marrying age, had not the slightest interest in searching for a lifetime mate. The House of Rayne and its mandate to train the next generation of soldiers, captains, and generals of integrity was her priority, reading proposal letters was the last thing on her mind and daily agenda.  

Upon her guardian’s strict instruction, it was bumped to the first on her list for the day. Estrilda lounged in her late father’s sun-lit study skimming through piles upon piles of letters asking her hand yet again in marriage. 

Every bachelor from the nobleman's son to the simple man selling cheese in the town square would send neat, and highly likely ghost-written, letters on parchment stating the finest they could provide as well as reasons they would best suit her.

The letters embossed with family insignias sealed with wax were of utmost significance as these particular letters hail from nobility. For such fortunate men, this would be a sure ticket to marriage interviews. Estrilda currently held three in her hand: one from Dafriard, one from La’xrien, and one from Vrelle. 

The insignia of the Dafriad’s was that of a hairy, wild boar with its tusks larger than its head and sharp hooves in a sprint. 

Dear Lady Rayne,

I’ve heard heroic tales from my father and head of the House of Dafriard. He told of the time you valiantly vanquished the Hypogeans.

Now that you’ve placed your mind to use in the art of war, it is time to settle. At times such as these, it would be in your best interest to make decisions based on power and strength. Someone with such prowess should choose a partner with humongous brawn. We will become an unformidable force not to be reckoned with, the Dafriard kin would become stronger through our union consequently resulting in offspring of unparalleled breed. …..

Breed?  

“I am not livestock, Sir.” Estrilda affirmed as she discarded the parchment in her bin. 

The insignia of the La’xrien’s was that of a golden goblet with grape vines encircling its rim with a veiny yet svelte, out-stretched hand adorned with jeweled rings holding the wine goblet high.

My fair Lady Estrilda Rayne, 

As I saunter through my vineyard and envelope myself in its bountiful harvest, I ensure to set aside a single cluster of grapes solely for consumption - my consumption. Out of all the abundance the fruit provides, I chose the perfect and unblemished one. If you are what you eat then eating beautifully is quintessential. 

That being said, out of all the women Ranhorn has to offer, I have set my eyes on you. The most perfect fruit from the harvest. It is my mission to aim for the best, to attain the most beautiful woman to be with the most beautiful man in the kingdom. ….

Attain? 

“I am no reward, Sir.” Estrilda discarded the second parchment in her bin.

The insignia of the Vrelle’s was that of a bountiful bundle of wheat tied with string which is tucked in a cornucopia filled with fruit and nuts. The arrival of this letter intrigued Estrilda more than the Dafriard’s or the La’xrien’s letters since the Vrelle family hailed no sons. 

Dear Lady Estrilda,

Hope this letter finds you well. We’ve been hearing stories of the conundrum you face through father and his conversations with Sir Thane. 

My sisters and I deeply empathize with you. Selecting a worthy partner is quite the struggle, a suitable husband is difficult to find, and receiving sacks of letters can be quite tiresome. 

Marriage amongst nobles is crucial to the kingdom of Ranhorn and its  economical affairs. It is heavily established on mutual gain wherein both houses benefit from one another while ensuring it is in line and in service to the king and the kingdom.

I envy commoners to be quite frank. Their union is not founded on beneficial gain nor stature. It is seldom forced and seems hardly rushed. I consider myself fortunate enough to have met my husband-to-be, someone who will love me genuinely regardless of title. He is a sweet young man who owns a beautiful jewelry shop in Ranhorn’s bustling square. I delight in the thought of introducing you to him. Will have a messenger send the formal invitation to our wedding the soonest. Someday, I hope my case is the same not only for my sisters but for you as well, my dear friend. 

Love Always, 

Telvina Vrelle

P.S. Tarinne and Tilliene pressed and dried a few flowers from our garden and placed it in a small, separate parchment for you. Turn it to tea and serve with a decadent slice of dessert.

Pressed and dried flowers were tucked in a small compartment made out of paper. The scent of zesty flutterwisps, sweet bluebops, and earthy thistledspots made Estrilda miss her once blooming garden ever since its reconstruction as training grounds. She brushed the thought off with a sigh and placed the packet on her table as she picked another letter. 

A strong scent whifts as she brings the paper near. The letter had musk that was too much to the point the perfume had oiled, leaving sticky residue on her fingertips. It stained the parchment making it look rotten to the eye. 

My Dear Lady Estrilda Rayne, 

O, Knight of Valor, how I long to rest thine weary and worried head on plump bosoms. ‘Tis sheer bliss to be given the once in a lifetime opportunity  to caress smooth, beautiful thighs and have thine lips against sweet folds. Tasting the divine nectar from the northern tulips of thee -

RIP! RIP! RIP! 

Apparently, the contents were just as unappealing. Estrilda tears the letter in half then into quarters. She signals one of the servants who happened to be passing by. He sees her from the corner of his eye, stops in his tracks, then heads to the room. 

“Yes, master? How may I be of service?”  

“Do me a favor, good lad, and dispose of this. Burn it in the hearth, turn it into compost, perhaps use it to remove the feces from the stables. I never want to lay eyes on it again.” The servant holds his hands out to get the torn pieces of parchment, bows then leaves. 

Estrilda sighs as she wipes the poignant residue off her fingers. She sniffs the pressed flowers to drown the remnants of the over-oiled perfume. She opens another letter to which she does not bother reading in entirety, filing it in a box along with other proposal letters that had been previously received but left unanswered. 

The books sprawled on her desk varied from warfare tactics to lyrical poetry to heavily annotated cooking journals - all of which were irrelevant to the task at hand. She stacks the book by type leaving a picture book in the middle.  

Estrilda looks at the leather-bound book with the title Le Papillon Solitaire engraved and finished in gold ink. She opens the book to see the illustration of a lone butterfly perched on a flower. The book that previously belonged to Estrilda’s mother had a distinctive charm to it. The corners garnered lines with the amount of times the pages had been flipped. The leather along the book’s spine garnered weathering with the amount of times the book had been opened. The words had garnered specific pronunciations in Estrilda’s head with the amount of times her father put her to sleep while reading it. 

“Alas, the lone butterfly sought throughout the land for beauty, never realizing the beauty it owns...” 

Everything seemed to be as it were except for the butterfly illustration at the back of the page. It had been painted in vibrant orange and yellow. 

Was it always like this?

“Good day, milady. Your afternoon tea.” Belta enters the room carrying an assortment of freshly baked tarts and a teapot filled with hot tea. She slides the stack of books to the side to make space for the tray.

The delicate blend of florals and the scent of caramelized fruits filled the room with bubbly energy, it made the atmosphere light and Estrilda’s shoulders less tense.  

“I believe there’s nothing quite like a delicious cup of tea, this brew would do you good.” Belta pours some in a gold-rimmed cup and places a few tarts on a saucer. 

“How does one even respond?” 

“I’m sure you will get through this, milady.” Belta hands Estrilda the tea and tarts. Wiping her hand on her apron, Belta retrieves some of the books to shelve it in its proper place. 

Estrilda cups the ceramic ware in both her hands. The warmth courses her body sending a sense of serenity then a small nib at the fruit tart and, indeed, all is bliss. As she slowly paced the room with a cup in one hand and a fruit tart in the other and her entire left arm holding the book close to her chest, a happy hum escaped her lips.

“Your tarts are a treat as always.” 

“You’re too kind. Luckily, I finished the laundry earlier than expected. Did not want to waste any spare time thus I made a fresh batch just for you.” 

“How I hope to hork down tarts throughout the day, that there weren't many letters to read. They just seem to pile up regardless of allotting time in my busy schedule for it.” Estrilda sits by the window overlooking the training grounds where the men moved in unison with every order.

“Seems to be quite the struggle, milady. Men can be quite...persistent.”

“There you are, my sweet!” Ulric squeaked as he sprinted towards Belta, hugging her from behind then planting a kiss on her cheek unaware of the extra pair of eyes in the room. 

“Ulric!” Belta exclaims as she drops a book. Her cheeks have turned cherry red as she informs Ulric of Estrilda’s presence. 

“Where?” Ulric searches the space and spots Estrilda sitting at the nook by the window sipping tea, eyes glued at the couple.  

“Lady Rayne! I mean General. I was...We are...well,” Ulric sputters then clears his throat as he lets go of Belta. Belta bends to pick up the remaining books and slide them in the available space.

“My apologies, General.” Ulric says as he stiffens his stance. 

Estrilda laughs. 

 “At ease, Ulric. Though I must say I do consider myself quite intrigued witnessing this interesting development between you and my lady-in-waiting. Never took you for the persistent type. Little word of advice, I suggest you keep any display of affection away from Thane. I once caught him rolling his eyes at my parents when I was a kid.” Estrilda smiles behind her cup as she reminisces the instance. 

“Duly noted.” Ulric clears his throat and bows. 

“Correction. I rolled my eyes in fondness not disgust.” Thane had entered ever so quietly that not even the keen Knight of Valor noticed. 

“Welcome back, Sir Thane.” Belta curtsies then prepares tea and tarts for him.

“Thank you.” Thane scans the room, assessing its slightly messy state, as he approaches Estrilda. 

“I see you're quite busy, I presume, reading proposals from your prospect husband.” Thane retrieves the book from Estrilda’s lap.  Estrilda tries to get the book back but Thane had already tossed it to Ulric which was then handed to Belta. 

“If you loathed any display of affection then why do I have to pick a partner? How sure are you that my future husband and I won’t be capable of affection? Nay. Promiscuity?” Estrilda grabs a few letters arranging it to mimic the shape of a fan. 

“Your parents were vocal and rather expressive of their love and I tolerated, for the lack of a better term, of their interactions though it could be quite an eyesore sometimes especially in the midst of training. The latter, however, you keep behind shut doors, lock and key. But enough of that, it seems your marriage interviews would have to wait.” Thane announced as a messenger followed behind. He is carrying a silver platter with a letter laying flat in its center. The messenger clears his throat  to draw the attention of everyone in the room. 

“A letter from his majesty, the King of Ranhorn, requests Ranhorn’s Knight of Valor and esteemed General, and Lady of the House of Rayne, Estrilda Rayne’s presence at the palace to discuss concerns pertaining to the celebration of Dura’s Dawn Banquet. As part of the royal council, your attendance is a must.” The messenger raises the platter and Estrilda retrieves the letter and adds it to her makeshift fan. The messenger takes his leave.

“I see, apparently, it is today. Belta, has my armor been polished?” Estrilda inquired as she fanned herself.

“It has been polished, milady. However, it is not fit for counseling with the king. Allow me to find something more proper than your day dress.” Belta hurried before her lady could object. 

”And I shall have the horses ready as soon as possible.” Ulric salutes. 

“Ready the coach. We would not want to tire ourselves.” Thane instructs. 

“Right away.” Ulric dismisses himself leaving a bothered Estrilda and her doting guardian in awkward silence. Estrilda stares blankly on the maroon carpet, slowly fanning herself as her eyes follow the patterns. 

“Is something the matter? If facing the council troubles you, I’m quite sure you have enough resolve to speak your mind.”

“Resolve?” 

“What of it?”

“Then...I disdain the idea of getting betrothed.”

“I meant at the palace.”

“Thane. I am not fashioned to be a wife, I am not fashioned to be...a mother.” The last few words hung in the air and left an unpleasant aftertaste on her tongue.  

“As I’ve said before, the physician only stated a possibility. Their conclusions are not set on stone.” Thane disagrees as he sets the cup down.

 “I was born to fight and fend.”

“Yes, you have proven that. I am not imposing on you to wed any time soon. I just want you to take your pick. Only then will the persistent pestering of suitors cease. Small talk with them is the bane of my existence.” 

“Seems like a rather selfish and shallow reason to be honest.”

“Estrilda. Should I pass in an untimely fashion, I’d die with ease knowing I’d be leaving you in the care of someone. Someone who can continue fending for the House of Rayne when I’m gone.” Sir Thane implored as he brushed off the specks of puff pastry stuck on the corner of Estrilda’s mouth with his thumb. 

“Capability is not an issue. Is my happiness not even worth considering?”

“We shall discuss this another time. Go get dressed.”

 Estrilda pockets Telvina’s letter and tosses her makeshift fan made of proposal letters into the bin. She storms out of the study and into her quarters where a beautiful yet constricting gown is laid out on her bed while Belta arranges pearls and other accessories on her dainty nightstand. Estrilda touches the fabric and feels the toughness of its mid area. 

“I agree to wearing this but time would not permit a corset.”

Dolling her mistress up was better than not. Belta discards the corset and substitutes it with a silk bustier. She then closes the blinds and shuts the doors to assist her lady in getting dressed.  

A steadfast palace stood in the heart of Ranhorn. Its walls fortified and its king resolutely seated in a room dressed in intricacy: of gold details, marble statues, and an ethereal echo resounding from even the slightest footstep. 

 Courtiers in attendance for lunch - too in love with the sound of their own voices and the weight they deem their words bear - insists the annual Dura's Dawn Banquet be more grandiose than its previous celebration.

"Your Majesty, we only have ‘til the morrow to make the preparations. If I may, I nominate myself to continue making this exquisite occasion a reality." Lord Dafriard imposed while savoring the flavors of the last couple bites of his meal. 

"Indeed. Postponing the banquet would be a bit of a disappointment, so do let me take this daunting task off your shoulders, your highness. I am an expert at hosting extravagant parties and you, my good friend Dafriard, would know." Lord La’xrien points out while indulging his poached pears and pomegranates in a sweet liquor reduction as another plate with half-devoured ribs is whisked away by one of the palace servants.

“Quite true, father. Our cellar has the best wine in all of Esperia. Libations can be catered by the barrel.” His son, Adré, suggests as he raises his drink. 

Lord Vrelle takes a gulp of wine, a catalyst to courageously give an opposing response. "My King, if I may, I appeal for you to reconsider.”

Eyes filled with discontentment from the House of Dafriard, House of La’xrien, and some courtiers seated in the king’s council landed on Lord Vrelle. Their stares were filled with threat as if to say ‘Silence yourself’. Lord Vrelle, though slightly fazed, stood his ground and continued to appeal for the celebrations’ temporary postponement. 

“It has only been two years since Dura's Dawn. I, along with everyone in Esperia, acknowledge the triumph it has brought our land but we cannot deny that there is still a lot to be done. Give all our resources the opportunity to regain ample quantity. Allow the neighboring lands to heal. Open the ports for trade not just amongst men but other factions." 

"Our kingdom has everything we could possibly need. We have fat stock, fresh produce, fancy textiles, fine wine, and the next generation of warriors being trained at the House of Rayne by the kingdom’s greatest general. A tad leisure will not hurt." Lord Dafriard enumerates before downing yet another glass of wine. 

"The rebuilding of Abandoned Port and the current construction of Ranhorn's docks are under my father's jurisdiction. Send a letter our way and…we'll take your suggestion into consideration." Adré draws circles on his wine glass' rim with a finger, its smoothness keeping his utter annoyance at bay.

"With all due respect, Lords, Your Majesty, but pillaging a large fraction of what we have, which could provide for the kingdom and its neighboring lands for months, to be horked down at a single feast would be careless." 

"When is celebrating a glorious feat ever careless? Especially when there is a surfeit of sundries." Adré retorts. His indiscretion garners a glare from his father across the table, piercing eyes hinting for him to keep quiet. Adré sips wine to seal his mouth shut. 

“It is not careless at all lest leisure surpass the needs of Ranhorn and its people.” 

The courtiers turn their heads. A well-dressed woman with an odd addition of a piece of cloth covering her mouth stood a few feet away from the table and its guests. Estrilda gathers the side of her gown with a hand then bows.  

“General.” Lord Vrelle stands, puts his hand to his heart and bows. 

“Lord Vrelle.” Estrilda acknowledges by mirroring his gesture.

“How pleasant it is for you to join us. And here I was expecting you'd be clad in uniform but I must say femininity suits you.” Lord La’xrien’s bleak demeanor miraculously livened. The attendance of a woman apparently made the luncheon a tad more bearable for him. 

“Indeed, it does.” Adré approaches Estrilda to take her hand but she immediately steps back, motioning her hand in front of her and keeping him from taking any step further. 

“Forgive me. I have not been feeling too well. I’d regret you catching my cold.” 

“Nothing but a tiny risk I’m willing to take.” With Adré towering a few inches taller, he takes Estrilda’s hand to plant a kiss. 

“Come dine with us.” Lord Dafriard insisted while raising a huge chunk of meat impaled on his fork. 

“That won’t be necessary. I sent for her here so you may all listen to her proposal to which I have agreed upon prior to today. General, if you will?” The king offers the floor therefore instructing the courtiers’ mandatory attention. 

Estrilda adjusted her stance to exude a posture of confidence. She removes the cloth in better hopes of having the words, especially the weight it bears, be heard. 

“Celebrating a glorious feast is not careless, however, we can not deny that our land is in need of healing still. I only hope the process was faster.” Estrilda retrieves a parchment. 

“An elder and good friend of mine from Yggdrasil has sent us a warning. In a vision, he speaks of a coming famine. Though its arrival is unknown, it will be best to reserve most of the kingdom’s resources. I leave the day after tomorrow to see how Ranhorn can be of aid.” She pockets the letter and coughs to clear her throat. The king signals a servant to hand Estrilda a goblet filled with water to which she accepts, quenching her thirst before continuing. 

“Tomorrow, I celebrate my twentieth year and you are all invited to a banquet to be held, by His Majesty’s generosity, in his own abode. I have opened my private reserve to feed my guests and the preparations are taking place as I speak. I know it may not be a grand feast fit for a glorious feat but I will see to it that everyone has had their fill. That I guarantee, my Lords. Postponing Dura’s Dawn would be of best interest in the meantime.” She adds. 

Silence filled the entire space. Lord Dafriard wipes his mouth and clears his throat. Drowsiness had dawned and all he wanted to do was go home. 

“If the king has already decided upon this, I will not oppose.”  

“Any banquet is better than none at all. I assure you Lady Estrilda, my father and I will be sure to grace this event.”

“It is settled then. You may take your leave if you do so wish. Your formal invitations have already been sent to your homes.” The king informs and bids his guests adieu. Lord Dafriard bows and is escorted out of the room. Lord La’xrien walks over to his son, their conversation too far for her or Thane to eavesdrop. 

“It is lovely to see you again, Lady Rayne. Sir Thane was right when he said you’d grown to be a wise woman indeed.” Lord Vrelle approaches keeping a comfortable distance as per Estrilda’s wish. 

“Thane said that? A bit hard to grasp but it is, nonetheless, appreciated.” 

“Glad you were able to convince the other courtiers.”

“Oh no. I only supported your suggestion further, Lord Vrelle. So the gratitude you’ve extended me belongs to you. I look forward to seeing your wife and daughters, Lord Vrelle. I’m sure they will have a wonderful time.” Estrilda hands four invitations to Lord Vrelle. 

“They would be delighted, Lady Rayne.” Lord Vrelle bows and leaves the hall with a happy heart. 

“We should return. You have pending proposals to read.” Thane called to Estrilda as he stood waiting for her at the doorway.

“Lady Estrilda.” Adré approaches before she could head out the door. She regrets not having played deaf to his call. Estrilda turns to face him. 

“Allow me to sponsor a couple barrels of wine for your twentieth. How much would you want and I'll have my men deliver it.” Adré asks Estrilda in an attempt to impress her. 

“I appreciate the offer but it is the host’s job to provide all of their guests’ needs.” 

“And with the best, you shall. I insist." 

Wanting nothing more than to evade her suitor’s persistent presence, Estrilda smiles then nods in agreement. 

“I’ll have my men deliver the barrels directly to the palace’s stock room. I’ll see to it that only the best graces every cup, especially yours.” Adré approaches Estrilda hoping to plant a kiss on her cheek to which she covers her mouth with the cloth. He plants a kiss on her cheek regardless of her previous warning then briskly heads through the doors. 

“Bold that one. Seems playing sick did not work. If he does not catch your fancy, then there’s plenty of suitors to choose from once you continue reading the letters.” Thane offers his arm for Estrilda. Though still irked by his doting to find a husband, she links her other arm as they slowly make their way down the steps.

“You witnessed what happened, I do not have the wits nor will to push through.”

“Estrilda.”

“Fine. After dinner?” 

“All right. After dinner.”

“After dessert?” 

“All right you may continue afte-“

“After evening tea?”

Thane rolls his eyes, surrendering to her protest. 

“Let me finish...you did well back there. Your choice of words seemed to have garnered attentive ears. Thus I’m granting you a brief break. You may continue your search after the celebration of your twentieth year.”

“Really? Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Poor choice of words. I leave for Yggdrasil by then.” Estrilda banters as she boards the carriage with assistance from her trusty footman. 

“Would you care to repeat that?” Thane asked as he sat across her.

“Onward, Philip!” Estrilda instructs and with a swift flourish of the reins, Philip sent the horses sprinting. 

As the carriage made its way through, Estrilda peered through the window and observed able-bodied men carrying lumber on their backs while some with wooden wheelbarrows towing the remaining debris to the side to pave way for new, sturdier structures. She got a glimpse of the women tending to their green garden yet to be filled with homestead fair. The children ran bursting in playful screams and laughter as they reenacted Dura’s Dawn with branches to mimic weaponry, wide planks functioning as shields, and old shirts tied to sticks as banners. Despite the reclamation and the work it entails, Ranhorn was alive.

TRISHA NOTES: I don't know how many chapters it will take to tell this story but I will see it through. Just something to note:

My writing process is quite erratic. The goal is once I find my muse, I HAVE to jot everything down before I forget - dialogue, action, scents, feelings. This story comes to me in the form of a movie and I've got tons of scenes playing in my head like Dr. Strange searching out that 1 in 14M possibilities. So I appreciate your patience in advance.

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#dividers & banners: @cafekitsune #afk arena #afk estrilda #afk thane #afk arena fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #trisha's content #trisha writes #heartsease: chapter 2 #afk arena game #afk arena mobile #afk arena oc

[marsbotz]

Hi Hi! I wanna hear your headcanons! No matter if you do one or five I still wanna hear it. I know you said that they can be hard to explain so take ur time if you decide to do this :) 🌴

OK. LETS GO. sorry ik this is gonna be so long already

1. lgbt hcs for the ninja since i did pix

lloyd: agender pan (they/them)

kai: transmasc bi (he/him)

jay: nonbinary gay (they/it/he…. lol <- projecting)

cole: transmasc gay (he/him)

zane: nonbinary bi (he/they)

nya: lesbian (she/her). theres probably some gender in there too but its not a solid hc for me

jay and cole are dating as of s5… ISH. and kai and zane are dating as of like s6… or s8. i ahvent worked it out. nya and pix r dating as of like s5 TECHNICALLY lol but s8 proper. cus shes Real now

2. elemental powers and stuff. lets get interesting

MY HC is that all the elements come from the original powers of creation. so the fsm created the original 4 elementals as like protectors of ninjago . and over time as the powers got passed down they mutated or diluted so u get stuff like smoke coming from fire and mind coming from ice (the future vision part). and as of seabound ig water and wind are completely separate but obviously at some point got similarly diluted so long ago even wu didnt realise they were smth separate

essentially this means that while each element still has connections to its dragon roots (see s4 elemental dragons) only the 4 creation elements can use dragon form.

the elements themselves manifest as dragons similarly to the end of s15 (think kai saying “is that… us?”) and the elements kind of …. ARE an elementals whole being.. almost like their soul. the dragons they can summon are a reflection of this (think like.. the titanium dragon for zane)

my approach to stuff in ninjago that is inconsistent or just silly is either to ignore it or warp it into smth that… kind of makes sense. so here my explanation for the powers inconsistencies in the first few seasons lol

the ninja needed the golden weapons to use their powers in the first few seasons despite it later being revealed they were inherent to them simply bc they were too young. powers usually start to manifest around 18 and without training they might not develop past like. accidentally giving ppl static shocks or smth. and this is bc of the dilution of powers over time and the general … lack of need for them in the modern day. but any power can still become massively powerful if trained! lloyd is a special case in that hes able to access his powers from very young due to being. directly descended from the fsm. and similarly the ninja can all use theirs fairly young as the creation elements… nya is able to access her powers at a younger age due to her … different lineage haha

the reason the ninja cant use their powers proper until lloyd donates their golden power is bc as lloyds protectors their power channels into lloyd. in a normal scenario they would have the golden weapons to channel their own powers similarly to how thors hammer worked in ragnarok. and they would also be older and more able to access their powers. but fate works in strange ways lol

i realise im kinda contrarian abt this lol but the ninja r like canonically resistant to their own element so i think they would not have scara from their own element. so like kai burning himself and stuff haha. its a really cool design trope tho .. but in my mind they wld be more likely to have scars from each other. so jay having burn scars and stuff! similarly kai would feel warm to everyone else due to his internal heat but would feel the cold so bad. kai is out there in like 20C/70F weather shivering teeth chattering. and the opposite is true for zane but he has cooling fans so its not as bad haha

umm… one last thing vaguely related to elements i was thinking abt yesterday. the human form taken by the fsm and like. all the elementals and whatever. its not their real form. the fsm is really more of a divine mix of oni and dragon but his power is like that thing where normal ppl kinda… cant comprehend it. so he takes a simpler form when travelling to ninjago and uses this as the basis for the people he created to populate the world. Yes sorry for putting religion in ninjago. the writers did it first

but it is technically still possible for wu garm and lloyd to access these forms. after his bite garmadon slowly starts to show physical traits of the oni.. and lloyd becomes a version of this original form when using their golden powers. both wu and garm technically have access to it as well but dont rlly ever… it doesnt rlly have a practical purpose other than flight lolol and i think wu is both too humble and too afraid to ever rlly tap into his oni side proper to access it. but wu was strangely good at flying in s15 huh… ^_^

ok actually that might do for now this is crazy long. id like to maybe talk more abt garmabros in another post cus i have lotttsss of thoughts abt them. thank u for askingggg!!!

#put it under a read more bc. jesus it got long #AUTISM LEVEL CATASTROPHIC #ninjago #farts #well. hopefully u guys understand how truly insnae i am now. LOL #hope this all makes sense too. like i said it all kinda wraps around to everything else #sso its hard to mke coherent #but if u read the whole thing thanks so much. so lovely

[g-o-bs--fanfictions]

The Look-See x Reader w/ a Cursed Ring (Part 1)

I'm thirsty for the Look-See. I've recently rewatched the series and my thirst has come back full swing. And then, I had an idea.

As we know, the Look-See only goes after those who can't move on or get rid of a "prized" possession. But what if someone physically couldn't get rid of their memento? What if they wanted to be rid of it just as much as he wants them to let it go? What happens then?

[Reader is gender neutral but has a past relationship with a woman.]

Warnings: Mentions of murder, swearing, and elements of horror

Edited by: @yellabella77 (because grammar escaped me on this one T-T)

Part 1 | 2

In hindsight, I realize that getting engaged to someone whose biggest boast was that they'd come from a long lineage of witches would be considered a red flag for most. But, I loved her. She was my world. The love of my life. She was my heart. Was.

You know, you'd be surprised how fast you can stop loving someone when you wake up to them trying to sacrifice you for a fucking ritual.

But, that doesn't matter much anymore. She's dead and gone now. Crazy can't stop a bullet. Even if that crazy thinks that she's some almighty witch.

However, I do still find myself feeling just a little bitter as I gaze upon my once engagement ring. I feel equal parts bitter for what once was and what could have been. Though, the longer I stare at it, the angrier I become. Why me of all people? What the actual fuck? I've dealt with some crazy shit in my lifetime but why did my fiance have to be one of them? Every second I look at that fucking ring, I grow to hate it more than I hate her. How dare it taunt me?

I stand up, snatching the ring off the table as I leave the house and hop in my car. I've got to get rid of this thing. It can't be good for my mental health.

~

I stand on the bridge, watching as the last rays of sunlight glimmer on the surface of the water below.

I pull the ring out of my pocket. I gaze upon the golden band one last time, watching as the sun reflects off of the deep crimson rubies embedded into it.

"Time to let go." I mutter to myself. "Here's to noticing when a person is a walking red flag factory in the future."

I launch the ring far into the river. As it splashes into the water, I feel a wave of relief wash over me.

"Time to go home." I say with a smile, walking back to my car. As I drive home, I hum to to myself. "Everything's gonna be all okay."

~

I open my eyes as a wave of dread violently awakens me. I sit up and turn on my bedside lamp. As it turns on, I see a glimpse of gold.

The ring. The same ring that I'd thrown into a damn river just a few hours earler is now sitting on my nightstand in a puddle of water.

"Nah. Fuck this." I say, climbing out of bed. I grab the ring and march outside to my backyard. I drop to my knees and begin clawing at the earth. Once the hole is deep enough, I drop the ring in and cover it with the loose soil.

"Done." I say, standing. I look at my hands and clothes and groan. "Now I need a shower."

I walk back inside and head straight to the bathroom, inwardly complaining about needing to vacuum the dirt off the floor in the morning. As I turn on the shower and climb in, I allow myself to relax beneath the stream of hot water. I try to think of a rational solution for the ring's sudden reappearance. I can't think of any that don't involve someone breaking into my house in the middle of the night. Unsurprisingly, the thought of that isn't exactly comforting.

'Maybe you're actually going crazy.'

That thought isn't a comforting one either but, it's better than the alternative.

I climb out of the shower and scream as I see the ring sitting on the bathroom sink. It's caked in mud and yet, somehow, the rubies are as prominent as ever.

"Oh, come on!" I exclaim, grabbing the ring yet again, dropping it into the toilet. I watch as it follows the stream of water as it flows down the drain as I flush.

"I'm definitely gonna need gloves if it comes back this time." I grimace at the thought of it. "Fuckin' gross."

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It's been over a week now. I've since pawned off the ring, had it melted down, donated it to charity, dropped it into a beggar's cup, thrown it back into the river, cut it into fucking pieces and spread them around the city, and I've even left it on a bus going to a whole different city. Every single time, it has come back in one piece, wearing the scars of it's last treatment.

And now, I find myself looking at a scribbled note that I found on my nightstand that reads:

"If you yourself cannot release then it will come to take a piece ."

The phrase sounds familiar. I think she mentioned something about it in the past... Something about a... 'Hear-See'? No. That's not right... The creature's face pops up in my mind just as it's name does.

"The Look-See." I find myself saying aloud. "But... I've been trying to get rid of it! This isn't my fault! It can take the damn ring for all I care! I don't want it!"

I throw the ring across the room. However, instead of hearing the expected sound of it clattering against the wall or floor, it sounds like it's hit something solid. I look up in confusion. That confusion soon turns to horror as I see it. The Look-See.

"Oh shit."

#the look-see #the look-see x reader #gender neutral reader #crypttv x reader #multi part fic

[walkfromhome]

Apparently Quetzalcoatl is an aspect of lineage that has been spawned from the Seraphim lineage of which one of the original Primal Sound Fields, the Gold Order, encompasses the Seraphai lineage which would be the Winged Ones, in terms of bird beings or the Winged Ones, or the Angelic Seraphim.

And so the Seraphim apparently had their own schism and enslavement issues having been intricately involved with the creation of the planet earth and the human species and an understanding that the Seraphim were a part of the original creators of the human species prototype. Their energy signature and imprint is certainly a part of us as human beings and part of the planet earth itself. One of the things that the Seraphs did many moons ago in the human evolution experiment is actually create a ley line grid system on the earth. The Seraphim became the guardians of the earth until the humans could become the guardians of the earth. This was done in a grid or ley line structure that is referred to as the Golden Eagle Pylon Network (The Golden Eagle Grid). This was actually a creation of the Guardian Races of which the Guardian Seraphim and Avian Races became through this grid known Guardians of the Horizontals. 

Now during the Atlantean cataclysm and what is known as the Luciferian Rebellion about 26,000-30,000 years ago, this is when the planetary star gates, the planetary grids became controlled by the Controlling races such as the Reptilians, the Annunaki , the Draconians. And this grid became, during this time, under the control of these beings who used these grids for reversed purposes from their original intent. Not using this from a judgment base but understanding that this last 26,000 year cycle, has been a cycle of a dark age of human evolution and, as a part of the plan here of coming into the seeds of darkness in order to return to the age of enlightenment. I’m sure to a certain degree all of this has been orchestrated as a part of the experiential God-beingness we are through having these experiences and through this human experiment, through ascension, this last cycle has been that of a dark age.

So, in the last 26,000 years, the Golden Eagle Grid became controlled and was primarily used as a mind control broadcast station, literally, that would send out false information or manipulated information. It was sending out information that was about the program that the Annunaki would wish us to continue into which is one of darkness, enslavement and separation.  The Golden Eagle Grid literally became like a mind control weapon because that is what they were using it for. It had been reclaimed back a few years ago in terms of the Guardian races. But there’s still clean-up work to do with the grids themselves because the grids were actually conditioned by the Annunaki. A way to say this is that this grid was being energized by the blood of human beings through blood covenants and blood sacrifice. One of the major grid points of the Golden Eagle Grid is actually in Iran/Iraq, the Middle East, as well as portions of Egypt.  In terms of this grid being energized in its reversal patterns, there was literally an alchemy or a container created by the Annunaki. When there was death and bloodshed in this particular area of the earth’s field that bloodshed, the human suffering or karma if you will, would feed the energetic grid and keep it in its reversal pattern. We can see that some of the world events in terms of keeping war, strife, divisiveness and death of human beings in certain areas that Iraq/Iran through the times of ancient times where it was Sumerian/Mesopotamia/Babylon. This has obviously been for eons of time a place on the planet that is extremely war torn and of which many lives of human beings have been given to the land to energize the reversal and distortions of this particular Golden Eagle Grid. (...)

Today, through the lineage of Quetzalcoatl what has been revealed is that Quetzalcoatl was, or at one time, in this lineage became a part of the Fallen Angelic Races, a part of the Fallen Seraphim that had become distorted from the controls of this grid. The way to understand this is that this grid is like a conscious living entity. This grid, the Golden Eagle, is literally the consciousness and blood of the Seraphim.   The Seraphim gave their blood, their genetics, their consciousness to us, the human being. And they, in their love, became the guardians of the horizontals for us. Through the fall of our experience, they also fell in their own experience and were polarized in their own negative form,  of which, shadow elements  of themselves came to be distorted creations of their perfection. This is what is known as the Fallen Angelics or even down into the Demonic Races. What they are showing us here today is that the Fallen Angelics became distorted negative forms of the original perfection of the Seraphs, a part of which Quetzalcoatl became one of those so called Creator Gods that was inappropriately being distorted into blood sacrifice or human or animal sacrifice to support the Quetzalcoatl grid of the Golden Eagle.  Again, that consciousness lineage, Quetzalcoatl, is an off shoot of the Seraphim lineage and has a very deep history with human beings.

Now recently the Guardians have mentioned on July 23rd (2008) that we were moving into a multidimensional intersection between evolutionary realms of the entire history of the human species and planetary creation we know it as earth. These cycles also called calendars of which they had talked about I believe:  the Egyptian, Sumerian, Sirian, Coptic. There were 4 major evolutionary cycles and calendars converging at this particular time.  Understand that Quetzalcoatl under many other names and energetic signatures has been a particular God-like figure that has influenced human evolution through all of these particular timelines but possibly under different names or energetic signatures. However, the name that they are using for today’s session clearing and understanding the hidden human history around this is Quetzalcoatl. 

(...) A way to understand this is as human beings have suffered polarization and separation from God source and completion and their wholeness.  This is what exactly had happened to the Galactic Beings as well which is what Quetzalcoatl is sourcing from as a Galactic Being—a Galactic God Being.  In that relationship to the earth’s evolution that the Seraphim and Quetzalcoatl also suffered along with beings of consciousness, like Archangel Michael, suffered a negative split and polarization in consciousness that was not what I could explain as their choice but a by-product of the distortion of the planetary and universal fields of creation which we are comprised in, in this time and space.  So it’s important to understand this polarization, the split, the schism goes way beyond planet earth. It is something that is way beyond even human beings and is actually impacting many other levels of consciousness such as has been revealed to day. 

(Source)

[violettelueur]

— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE SEVENTEEN || KYOTO SISTER SCHOOL EXCHANGE EVENT - GROUP BATTLE 3

↳ featuring : basically everyone at this point from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of killing + mention of explosion + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 02 april

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 2.5k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : kyoto sister school exchange event - group battle 2

↳ next episode : sage

↳ barista’s notes : hehe you guys really don’t trust me anymore ʕ ꆤ ᴥ ꆤʔ...but here is the real episode everyone ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ i hope you enjoy it with all your hearts and don’t worry about anymore pranks, i am not that type of person unless it’s april 01 ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

no cursed spells used this episode..

crescent moon shape cursed energy swing : here

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“You want to become the head of the Zenin clan?!” you questioned in a surprised tone before turning your head to the side to face the weapon specialist sorcerer, only for your upperclassmen to continue to take a swing from the water bottle that you had brought her.

“It’s to spite them. What? Don’t you believe in me?” Maki responded to you once she twisted the lid of the water bottle closed before turning to look at you with a small smile.

“No, it’s not that...it’s just the process is just a whole drag, you know the paperwork, the connections with the other clans as well as your own family, it’s draining,” you commented before slowly laying down on your back leading your head to land on your track top that you had placed as a pillow.

“I’m surprised that you didn’t mention anything about the criticism,” Maki mentioned, leading you to stare up to the sky for a second before shifting your eyes to her direction, only to peer at a face that didn’t show any hesitation nor worries but rather confidence.

“I don’t care about criticism at all, it’s just a whole drag ass of a process, especially when you have to deal with two other male clan leaders,” you muttered under your breath since you didn’t want to mess up by saying three since you were technically the head of the L/N clan unofficially.

“I guess so, but I can’t wait to see the look on my family’s face when I become a hotshot sorcerer though,” Maki mentioned as she took her glasses off to give you another smile causing you to fully turn your head to the side to gain a proper clear view of your upperclassmen before giving her a soft smile back.

“If it’s you, then I wouldn’t mind at all Maki-san,” you declared causing the sorcerer to giggle lightly at your comment leading you to follow on since the laughter of Maki became really contagious for some odd reason.

‘If it’s you, then I wouldn’t have to hide anymore…’

“By the way, where is that idiot taking you this week?” Maki suddenly questioned, causing you to look at her with a slightly perplexed expression on your face before you came to the sudden realisation that she was talking about the strongest sorcerer that became your adoptive father.

“He’s taking me somewhere this week?” you asked confusingly as you quickly sat straight up only to find the mentioned man wearing a pair of black tinted glasses with the classic outfit of a simple white button-up shirt with black suit-like pants waving at you.

“Looks like he is, have fun on your daddy-daughter date,” Maki teased before standing up to continue training with the other second years as well as your classmates that gave their teacher a glare since they wanted to train with you a little longer.

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“Why does Maki-san have to suffer because of that stupid clan?” Nobara shouted loudly causing you to jump slightly because you didn’t expect her to be yelling in the middle of Starbuck with her chocolate Frappuccino in hand before you started to look around to make sure no one was looking in your direction since people weren’t supposed to know about the existent of sorcerer as of right now.

“What’s wrong?” you asked in a concerned tone since you didn’t really want to cause a scene right now as you moved your vanilla cream Frappuccino straw away from your lips. 

“I don’t get why the Zenin clan are halting Maki-san’s promotion, it’s stupid!” Kugisaki declared as she waved her arms around to exaggerate her statement nearly making you giggle at the sight since she looked like a sea creature right now.

“Well, it is quite common for families to do that when one of their members do not have cursed energy within them, they don’t even take the Heavenly Restriction into consideration,” you answered before taking another sip of your sugary drink.

“But why, isn’t superhuman physical prowess a good thing?” Kugisaki asked, before beginning to scroll through her phone to look up other places that you and she needed to visit before you both left to go back to Jujutsu Tech.

“Well, once they reject someone, they won’t take someone back, it saves them from the embarrassment of taking someone back,” you answered before looking to the side where there was a window, showcasing the roaming crowd in the city of Shibuya as some students were roaming around with books in their hand to head off to the library and some office workers, who were rushing back to their workplace from their lunch break.

“To be honest, it’s quite pathetic, it’s better to have someone that has superhuman strength and speed than a pure jujutsu sorcerer sometimes,” you commented, causing your classmate to look at you with confusion on her face.

“Why do you think that?” Kugisaki questioned as she was becoming intrigued by what was going on in your mind right now.

“Sometimes they survive things that other sorcerers can’t, it’s like a cheat code from certain death,” you answered as you turned to look at your friend before taking another sip of the vanilla drink that was right in front of you. “Besides, the Zenin clan are just full of weak men that are scared that they have to bow down to a woman, it would be funny to see them shocked,” you stated with a smile on your face leading Kugisaki to look at you with a surprised expression before seeing the slight hint of amusement in your eyes once that statement left your mouth to which caused a small smirk to appear on her face as well.

“There’s a reason why the queen is the most important chess piece on the board,” you comment before taking another sip of your vanilla Frappuccino letting the sweet flavour fall onto the tip of your tongue as if you could already taste your victory if you ever went against the Zenin clan in your lifetime.

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“Do you get it?” 

Snapping out of her thoughts, Kugisaki quickly looked up to discover her opponent in an extremely irritated expression, who was currently in the air as she was sitting upon her broom that just minutes ago slammed across the face.

“They don’t demand strength from female jujutsu sorcerers, they demand perfection! And on top of that, Mai-chan is also fighting against even more outrageous demands,” Nishimiya declared as she stared down at Kugisaki while trying to explain the disadvantages of being a female within the sorcery world that they were both currently in while trying to make Kugisaki conscious about the situation of her lower classmen and somewhat make her feel some sympathy towards her.

“I get that you’re a pain in the ass!” Kugisaki declared as she used her cursed energy to raise up three nails before swinging towards them Nishmiya leading her to dodge with her broom effortlessly before using a huge gush of wind towards the first-year, only to her surprise that Kugisaki was still standing with a smirk on her face, just like the one she showed you back when you both went on that Starbucks date.

“I’m used to getting knocked around and that attack isn’t even enough to compare to what I’ve been through,” Kugisaki mentioned while lifting her bangs away from her face as she began to recall the amount of time you had made her lose her footing as well as violently hitting her to the point where Panda had to save her a few times before she could even hit the tree she was going to crash into during the two months of training that everyone had.

“All done with your lecture?!” Kugisaki rhetorically asked as she raised up more of her nails before violently smashing them with her hammer towards Nishimiya again leading the sorcerer to dodge them once again while continuing on with her speech.

“Perfection is easy compared to what’s demanded of Mai-chan! She’s from the Zenin-can, one of the three major clans of elite jujutsu sorcerers. Perfection is expected as a matter of course there,” Nishimiya commented as she continued to ride her broom before stabilising herself once the attack had finished. 

“‘Inherit the Zenin clan’s hereditary technique.’ Anywho don’t meet that demand, start their sorcerer lives as failures. Among those, women aren’t even allowed to stand at the starting line. Without the Zenin clan lineage, they’re not considered jujutsu sorcerers and if they’re not jujutsu sorcerers, they’re not considered people,” Nishimiya yelled out as if it was her own story that she was reciting to Kugisaki, leading to the first-year to somewhat zone out as she began to remember something that you had mentioned to her one time.

‘Gender should not matter at the end of the day, if you can beat or exorcise them...why should you care what gender they are? You won the chess game, right?’

“She’s lived her entire life with such scorn in a family without a shred of affection. Can you imagine how much Mai-chan and others suffered just to obtain what we enjoy as a matter of course? Why don’t you try thinking over with that brain of yours that confuses curses for friends?” the blonde-haired sorcerer questioned, before swiftly dodging a nail that was thrown at her suddenly.

“Shut up. Do you think misfortune is a free pass to do anything? What, then? You’re satisfied with those who are blessed getting trash-talked behind their back? That’s how Saori-chan…,” Kugisaki questioned in a low and threatening tone as she began to reminisce about her childhood friend that was run out of her countryside town just because she was from the city.

“I can’t stand her, regardless of her upbringing and I love Maki-san, who endured the same upbringing. Have you all even bothered to think about what kind of person the idiot you’re trying to curse is?” Kugisaki asked once again, only to get a silent and annoyed expression as her answer. “What makes us obligated to meet such perfection or such absurd demands? Gojo...she doesn’t even strive for perfection as a special-grade sorcerer. Is your entire life just a job?!” the first-year yelled out before lifting her hand as she angrily activated her curse technique leading to multitudes of large explosions of cursed energy to surround the entire forest, forcing Nishimiya to fly around the area in a panic towards getting hit by any of the blasts.

Suddenly, as Nishimiya tried to, once again, stabilise herself on her broom, another nail was thrown causing it to land on a tree trunk only for a sudden foot to make its way on top of it as a stepping platform leading Kugisaki to jump up with full strength to reach up towards her opponent. However, it only led her to grab a few bristles of the flying divide.

“You might have brought me down, but you still won’t reach me!” Nishimiya declared as she released another gust of wind to push Kugisaki back down to the ground only for your classmate to land roughly on her feet as she took out one of her straw dolls from her school jacket.

“No, I reached you. This is plenty,” Kugisaki mentioned as she stuck one of the straw bristles on the doll as she continued with “I don’t give a damn about ‘men’ this and ‘women’ that! You can keep that shit to yourselves! I love myself when I’m pretty and all dressed up! And I love myself when I’m being strong!”

“I am... Kugisaki Nobara!” Kugisaki proudly declared before slamming her hammer down on her doll letting her cursed energy flow into her equipment, suddenly causing Nishimiya’s broom to malfunction as she began to drop.

‘If I hit here with my hammer, I might kill her,’ Kugisaki thought as she remembered what you told her leading her to smirk, yet she knew she couldn’t break the rules causing her to reach behind her back to reveal a red and yellow hammer that suddenly expanded to which lead the Kyoto sorcerer to identify it as a squeaky hammer only to be violently smacked with it across her face.

“One more time!” Kugisaki yelled out. However, before the hammer could even connect to Nishimiya’s face again, a sudden small but large impact was felt on her temple causing Kugisaki’s body to be flung over to the side leading Nishimiya to look surprised before facing forward as she wondered who was the person responsible for saving her.

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“Hello? Momo?” Mai greeted as she placed her phone on her ear trying to communicate with her teammate. “Don’t worry, it was a rubber bullet,” she then reassured Nishimiya as she knew that the third-year already sympathised her and now she was worried that she might have killed someone during the Exchange Event.

“Most importantly, that light was Ultimate Cannon, right? But I can’t get in touch with Mechamaru. If he was cornered enough to use such a powerful technique, and now this, he most likely lost,” Mai informed her schoolmate as she was trying to relay information that she could assume since it was important to know the status of the Kyoto team right now.

“Panda will likely be returning, you should leave that spot and support everyone from the air. We’re all in trouble without you,” the Zenin member mentioned leading to the other person on the line to agree before she slowly uttered her name.

“It’s all right, Momo, I know,” Mai mentioned in a soft tone, trying to convey to her friend that it was alright before hanging up once Nishimiya got the message.

“What? Not going to call your friends?” someone yelled out as they stood on a branch, directly opposite to Mai at this current moment in time. “I don’t mind going two-on-one,” the second-year confidently stated with a smile on her face.

“There are many ways to enjoy this, right?” Mai asked before processing to stand up on her feet. “I could have everyone beat you together, but I’d like to enjoy you...by myself,” Mai declared as she raised her gun with a vexed expression displayed on her face as she faced her twin sister.

“Call me ‘Onee-chan,’ little sister,” Maki stated as she raised her katana.

However, before they could even start a fight another deafening explosion was heard causing them to turn in the direction to where it was heard, only to see a similar crescent-shaped wave of cursed energy flung into the air leading Mai to took at the scene with widening eyes as she slowly came to the realisation who was the cause of it.

“I think you should call Kamo and tell him to stop fighting with Gojo...it might lead him going to the hospital,” Maki mentioned before pushing herself forward to attack her sister.

‘If it’s you, then I wouldn’t mind at all Maki-san’

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[teyvattherapist]

Hello! Can I request headcanons of Zhongli and Dainsleif with an reader who is a god from another pantheon, not related to celestia or the archons.

Having protected some of khaenri'ahs people from the gods, helping them escape and rebuild, watching over them and protecting them from danger.

Also could the reader maybe be male? Can be gn it's just that there is SO much female stuff out there, would be a nice breath of fresh air

So, I thought this idea was super cool. But I may have not understood the assignment. This is less xReader and more +Reader, if that makes sense? Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this! I actually had a lot of fun writing this idea!

PS, I agree wholeheartedly, and the amount of untagged fem!reader too </3 yikes.

Tags: m!reader/Zhongli, m!reader/Dainsleif, m!reader/Aether, mentions of Khaenri'ah, Zhongli, and Dainsleif spoilers. God!reader

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Khaenri’ah wouldn’t have had any survivors if it hadn’t been for a particular man that seemed unfazed by the battlefield the once prosperous nation of humanity became. Neither Khaenri’ahn nor from Celestia, simply an outlander. Despite showing great fighting prowess and strategic skill, Khaenri’ah had still fallen under the watchful gaze of the man. Of course, this was just a legend, a small rumour only known by the most curious of historians or academics. And even then, it’s debated. With the legacy of Khaenri’ah long gone, all that was left was anecdotal evidence.

Zhongli

-Morax more than likely met you on the battlefield, where he quickly learned you held the marks of the stars, the marks of the Divine. But not the same divinity he and his fellow archons held, no it was a divinity from somewhere else entirely.

-Caught up in his surprise is how you were able to best him for the time being, allowing some of Khaen’riah’s people to escape. All in all, their escape hadn’t seemed important in the grand scheme of things. Khaenri’ah had fallen, nonetheless.

-He was no longer Morax, God of Geo and Contracts. He was Zhongli, funeral consultant. And it was in Liyue Harbour under such ‘disguise’ did he once more run into the unnamed God.

Amber eyes searched the crowd of Liyue Harbour, the market stalls near the docks were particularly busy with that year’s Lantern Rite upon them. A man immediately caught the watchful eyes of one Zhongli. A man dressed in odd garb in front of a stall, holding a trinket up for a better look at the small item. The former archon drew closer, doing his best not to draw attention, he was curious, really. So familiar and yet such a distant memory.

A crowd of tourists blocked his eyes for just a moment, and the figure at the stall was gone. Zhongli figured he must have been seen approaching, he had half a mind to return to where he was. Turning on his heel, he stepped when he came face to face with a far too familiar face. “Hello again, Rex Lapis, I believe it is in Liyue?” Your voice was quiet, perhaps not to attract the attention of the people around you both.

You still carried the marks of stars from distant lands, divinity that did not belong to Celestia. Just as you had all those centuries ago. “I tend to go by Zhongli.” His polite correction was responded to with a curt nod. You were much friendlier off of the battlefield, that much was a given. A voice called his name and he turned his head to look for the Traveler who had called out for him. He lifted his hand to them, head turning back to where you had been. Though, you were no longer there.

Dainsleif

-He hadn’t personally met you all those centuries ago. He’d seen you, yes. Watched you as you did your best to save the people of his nation from turning into monsters that would become the Abyss Order.

-Cursed with immortality, cursed to wander, cursed with a corruption he did not understand at the time. Dainsleif never did seek out the people he had failed when they escaped. So it was years before he saw you again.

-He had watched from afar occasionally, watched the survivors well.. Survive. Flourish under new identities set up by this unidentified God, flourish with the aid of the very type of person they should have been scared of.

-But that was years ago now.

Dainsleif inhaled sharply when somebody ran directly into his back, digging his heel into the ground to avoid staggering. “Apologies! I was lost in thought.” A rather chipper voice that sounded somewhat familiar, another fragmented memory that prevented him from placing names.. But not the face this time. Dainsleif’s eyes narrowed at your face, your attire, your general mannerisms. You flashed him a knowing smile before you turned to disappear once more through the crowded streets of Fontaine.

The boughkeeper grabbed your elbow before you could go, an unspoken question hanging heavy in the air. Did you know him, too? The people of Fontaine paid no mind as they moved around you two and in that moment, there were only two in all of Teyvat. A Khaen’riahn who witnessed the fall of a nation, and the only God willing to extend his hand. “Who are you?” He decides to ask, blue eyes betraying nothing more than a long forgotten lineage.

You tilt your head at him, eyes flicking to where he held your arm and he released you. His gloved hand fell to his side with the consequence that you may leave without giving him any answers. “I am known by many names across worlds. Here, though, I am simply the God of Fate.” His blond brows furrow at your words and you respond with a bow of your head. Dainsleif could only watch as you disappeared into the crowd without another word, your cloak flowing behind you. A cloak weaved with the threads of fate themselves.

BONUS - Aether

“You only come in times of great catastrophe.”

You look up from the book you had gotten engrossed in, sitting beneath a tree in one of the forests of Sumeru. You place your bookmark into the book, setting the item down in your lap as the blond man you had known once in a previous life sat down in front of you. “For the most part, this is true.” You respond, words simple, tone sombre. His usual companion was nowhere to be seen and you wondered if he had specifically sought you out.

Golden eyes look up at you, a millennia of experiences hidden behind a boyish face. You adjust your cloak, the black and gold threaded fabric falling over the back of the rock you had taken up as a chair. “What is the God of Fate doing in Teyvat?” His voice wasn’t accusatory or hostile by any means. After your last meeting in a previous world, you had learned he was no threat and he had learned that neither were you.

You held a gloved hand up, a leaf drifting down from the tree having caught your attention. “The threads of fate change like tides. The possibilities for Teyvat are endless and I am here to record the outcomes.” Aether seems satisfied with the answer as he sits back, elbows and forearms resting in the grass and holding him up. “Are you enjoying Teyvat so far, Aether? I believe we last met in..”

You hummed for a moment and the blond traveler chuckled at the momentary forgetfulness that could befall somebody who had recorded it all. “Tamriel. I didn’t fancy that place, that’s for sure. Teyvat is much better than that I suppose.” Aether looked around the two of you, the solitary forest you had taken an interest in. “The people here are interesting, much different from the ones I’m used to, but it isn’t bad!”

It was your turn to laugh.

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