#this is why he doesn't like seers

[ghouljams]

Fae!Soap idea!

It's a life drawing session and, arrogant as he is, Soap's the model and his future Darling's a horror artist.

Although she doesn't have any sort of sight or magic she paints/draws him as the real him like she's picking up on it subconsciously? Maybe to make her immune to his life draining influence she's had health struggles before and so if she notices destructive patterns forming she's quick to correct them and uses routine and self care to pace herself?

Blurb number two! This Darling escapes Soap's clutches before he can get his hooks in them...

Figure drawing is one of your favorite classes. You can turn your brain off and let the charcoal scratching fill your thoughts. There's just something so satisfying about giving your process over to the process and shapes of the human form. You've always heard people complain about figure drawing classes and anatomy, but you find it fascinating. Especially since your professor gave you full permission to add your own spins on your art. As long as the anatomy and gesture is sound.

The guy today is easy on the eyes, easier on the inspiration. One look at his sea glass eyes and you know exactly what you're drawing. He sets himself up in pose, your professor arranges the fabric draping how they want and gives the go ahead.

The scratch of pencil and coal against drafting paper fills the room. The man in the middle, Soap you think is his name, seems in his element. He positively glows under the cold fluorescent lights, eyes darting around the room. You glance around your easel as you lay down the basic shapes of your sketch, tracing the lines of Soap's form to be sure you're getting the anatomy right.

You meet his eyes before you look back at your easel, and he smiles. You feel your heart race, blood pounding in your ears. Electricity sparks in his eyes, and you feel all the more confident in your inspiration.

You spend the next hour getting your sketch plot and shaded. Shying away from Soap's gaze when you meet it. It feels like he's staring at you the whole class. No, you're sure he's staring at you, because when your professor calls time his hand grabs your easel.

"What're you working on there, Bonnie?" Soap asks, smooth and seductive. You keep your eyes on his face and not the loose knot of his robe as he leans to check your work. He stills, his good natured smile falling.

Your paper is dark and smudged, your fingers having been dragged through the charcoal to add extra intrigue to the shadows. Soap's form fills only half the sketch, the rest of it filled with heavy shadow, eyes and spiderwebs. Each lacing thread spinning from Soap and tying the eyes together. You're quite proud of the delicate threads, the way you carved out negative space with your eraser. Your even more proud of the figure in the center of your canvas.

The anatomy is sound, and you haven't changed anything about Soap's look significantly, but there's something sort of sinister about him. Unnerving. It's the look in his eyes.

The same one he gives you now. You don't think anyone has ever looked at you like that, with absolute predatory loathing. It's gone in an instant, so quickly you think you imagined it.

"Spooky," He tells you with a fresh smile.

"Yeah I-" You try to shake yourself from what felt like a stare down with a mountain lion, "I mostly do horror."

"Mostly or only?" Soap hums tearing the sketch from your pad, you don't stop him.

"It's my favorite, uh, that's not-"

"You mind if I keep this?" He rolls up the charcoal drawing with practiced ease, cutting you off from protesting. You hesitate and give half a nod. He gives you a wink in thanks and goes to talk to one of the other students.

You don't see them or Soap in class again.

#Fae!Soap #john soap mactavish #soap modern warfare #johnny soap mactavish #I don't want to tag this as x reader since there's no romance or anything #this was a fun stretch of the old muscles tho #Soap loves the art but he can't have an artist showing the world what he is #that's no fun #he shows the 141 the drawing and they're like “huh yeah that's you alright” #this is why he doesn't like seers

[crowboss-whore]

So I listened to your ASOS Playlist while on the bus and 2 songs stuck with me. Drift Away & Feel the Same.

Drift away made me think of Macaque in spinels shoes talking about reader and THAT made me sad, my heart tightened in pain at the thought.

And Feel the Same made me see Wukong falling HARD for reader and that made me happy.

I dont think I'm ready for what you have in stored for us BUT IM HERE ANYWAY

I actually added in "Drift Away" because it reminded me of Macaque and Wukong! Macaque being Spinel, Rose Quartz being Wukong, and Steven being Reader!

Feel the Same is definitely a song that made me think of Wukong. When I think of him falling, I think of him falling hard. He hits the floor and leaves a massive crater in the shape of a heart when he falls for someone. Wukong's just a bit of a lovable clown and is tossing the feelings between his hands like a hot potato on fire going "what do I do? What do I do? What? How? WHERE--"

#anon asks #a seer of secrets #I like writing scenes where a person realizes they've fallen for a person #Because it's the whole 'I never thought of them like that but now that I think about' ordeal #It's probably during one of the most mundane tasks too where he realizes #Like you're washing the dishes or making some tea and he's like 'Why am I feeling like this? What is happening?' #For MACAQUE-- It's a whole damn mess #Macaque denies and throws his feelings because he's probably uncomfortable with it! Not that he doesn't want to be with you! #He's just... Not used to it :) #But he probably realizes it when you're pissed off HAHA #You're probably threatening someone and he's like 'Damn... That's kind of hot. WAIT NO--'

[evilminji]

Ooooh~ Drink mix up? >.>

Because! Wes DID, in fact, get that dream job. HAS learned... after many, many hours of "beat about the head and shoulders with an ethics pamphlet by his great aunt", to keep his mouth shut! Family curse of Sight? WHAT family curse?

He doesn't see shit! Mind your business.

What're you? A cop?

Look, he sent Fenton a gift basket. He was a shitty, shitty "I have to be RIGHT and nothing else matters!" Stubborn lil asshole of a kid. He got better. Grew up. No one is there best Self during puberty. He DOES, in fact, regret it.

Which is WHY, he is deliberately ignoring Kent's terrible, awful, paper-thin, "who meee~?" Aw shucks BULLSHIT excuse of a disguise, like it isn't blatantly obvious he's Superman. Yep. Nothing to see here! Nothing but us chickens! Mmmmm, morning coffee! Delicious.

But see, here's the THING.

The Itty, bitty, teeny lil PROBLEM...

Wes grew up in Amity "Totally Not Supernatural Hotspot For Centuries" Park. He is... to put it mildly, genetically? A freak. His biology is ALL fucked up. Everyone's is. And it WAS NOT made better by the Fenton's playing fast and loose with their hell basement. The Ectoplasmic NUKE that was that portal.

There is a REASON his morning coffee? Is COVERED. Contained. Fenton brand, LEAD LINED, specialty cups. The sort that can't be EATEN from the inside out. Eroded after a few uses. They're ugly as sin, but they work. He even ordered a few covers from Star's etsy shop. (Apparently he wasn't the only one who hated how ugly they looked. Good for her though, he heard it was doing well.)

He SAYS this? 'Cause his morning brew is less... straight COFFEE... and more... how to put this? A blend? Brew? Potion, really. Like an energy drink. From hell. Or, partially at least, the Zone. It's the combination of roots, seeds, and a few dried berries. Kinda like a tea, actually!

Tasty. Adds this nice fruity, warmth. A zing. Goes GREAT with the coffee. And it really perks you up... if you are Limnal. If you AREN'T? It'll desolve your esophagus like swallowing straight acid. And that's not TOUCHING the... witch-y, more Seer specific bit of the blend.

That stuff is medicinal. You know, "calm the mind" and "mental clarity". That sorta thing. With a good ol helping of "don't blurt out everyone's secrets, you spacey bitch! For the love of God, those are our INSIDE THOUGHTS!". Which? Really helpful! Infinitely less likely to get decked. It's a family staple.

Poisonous, though.

They're fine cause they've basically developed an immunity to that part, but like? Wouldn't recommend. It's why he NEVER shares his drinks. Food? On occasion. If he PLANS it and knows not to add and interesting spices. But DRINKS? Never. Weston family brews are basically NEVER safe.

Which? Begs the Very Important Question ™!

Who's Coffee Is This?

Cause it SURE AS FUCK AINT HIS!

You never realize quite how fast you can go from "completely calm and kinda sleepy" to "bomb strapped to my chest, primal panic AWAKE" until it happens to you. His coffee was ON HIS DESK. People have passed by. He talked to them. Cups put down and picked up. Lazy early morning. He doesn't even register, really, as his chair crashes to the ground.

He's shouting.

People confused. They don't realize yet. His head whips around, looking for that distinct cover. Before it's too late. Before someone takes that fatal sip. He spots it. Bolting from his desk. Crashing through coworkers, over desks. Chaos and outrage. "It's 'just' coffee!" They cry.

Kent turns, confused. Pretending. Raises his (HIS! Oh god!) cup to his lips, unknowing. Wes SCREAMS a warning. But he doesn't listen. "It's 'just' coffee" They never listen. Curse of Cassandra. God's damn it. This is why his family fucking CONVERTED!

He TACKLES the man of steel.

RIPS his cup away from him, knows his eyes are frantic. How much have you had?! Spit it out! Wes voice ECHOES in the sudden silence. I'm a META, Kent! It could KILL YOU!

And oh, Oh NOW they get it. Or perhaps it is the burn in his mouth that finally registers. He rolls, spits oil slick nebulae that eat away the floor. There is blood mixed within it. It took mere moments. Superman stares, transfixed and horrified, as Wes shakes. He... he should probably get off of him.

He'll move in a moment.

When his legs no longer feel weak from terror.

The news room is in chaos. Lane kneeling by her husband, Perry trying to do damage control. He... he's probably gonna lose his job, isn't he? Wes wants to cry. Protection laws only go so far, after all. And warning his boss about his dietary needs means jack shit, after an incident like this. Beloved as Kent is. Not that anyone likely believed him.

They never do.

And now he's nearly killed Superman.

@hypewinter @hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @lolottes @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @dcxdpdabbles

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #minji's writing #killer coffee au #weston family brew #will make you see god or meet im

[my-castles-crumbling]

contrast - @jegulus-microfic - 316

Pandora is observant. She knows her friends, better than she knows herself, sometimes. She knows how they tend to act in different situations, and finds comfort from the predictability of their actions.

For example: Barty and Evan both love breakfast. They dig right in, devouring every crumb in front of them speaking through full mouths and making crass jokes over bacon and eggs.

By contrast, Dorcas prefers to eat slowly. She's not a morning person, and chews slowly, eyes slowly blinking as she consumes each bite, like she is still asleep mentally even though she is physically there.

Regulus usually prefers to spend his breakfast reading the newspaper and sipping on coffee. He'd not one for food in the morning, so he drinks the steaming mug slowly behind his giant paper, only reappearing to give his opinion of whatever topic the group is discussing before disappearing again.

Again, they are all predictable.

So why is Regulus sitting at full attention - back straight, eyes narrowed, hands clenched - with no paper in sight?

Pandora wonders this for several minutes and is about to ask him when suddenly, his posture changes. And it doesn't take a Seer to figure out why.

His eyes follow James Potter in a way that he probably thinks is not suspicious, but he's very obvious about it. He's drinking in the sight of the taller boy, staring, back still straight as a board as James walks across the hall.

And then-

James turns. Finds Regulus in the crowd. And waves, grinning hugely.

And Regulus visibly relaxes. A small smile plays upon his face and his face turns pink as James winks, mouthing something about '...last night...'

And Pandora has known Regulus long enough to know he's holding back a big, genuine smile behind his eyeroll.

Then, wordlessly, Regulus sinks behind his paper, as if nothing has happened.

But Pandora knows.

Something great has changed.

#marauders #harry potter #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #marauders fanfiction #the marauders #the maruaders #the marauders era #the marauders fandom #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfiction #james fleamont potter #james x regulus #james potter #james potter x regulus black #james and regulus #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #regulus black loves james potter #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood

[sjmgirlie]

BEING SEEN

This scene is VERY important.

Not only did Azriel state nothing was wrong with her (which mind you Madja also said she wasn't crazy and didn't like them implying she was) but once he was able to decipher what was "wrong with her", Elain's eyes clear. People say Elain said she needed sunshine, and think that alludes to Lucien because he is Helion's son. BUT, we actually didn't know that at the time.. we find that out later.

My interpretation of this is that Elain needed to be out of the Void world. That was why she requested sunshine (page 302 ACOWAR). Her eye's being murky was because she was continuously having visions. The understanding and proclamation that she is a seer from Azriel brings her out of the Void. Sunshine does not equal Lucien here.

I'd like to add that actually Lucien said she needed fresh AIR, never sunshine, because I see people mistake that as well.

On page 336 of ACOWAR, once Azriel has figured out Elain is a Seer and they ask her about the sixth queen Vassa (mind you Azriel mostly asks the questions):

"Lucien just stared and stared at my sister, as if he'd never seen her before"

This is important, because in the first sit down of Elain and Lucien, she says that Graysen saw her, and he was the only one. And now he will not. Being seen is what Elain wants the most. To be truly seen. We see in later exchanges with Elain and Lucien (which let's be honest are minimal) that while Lucien is definitely trying to some degree with Elain, that he still does not truly see. For example, the gardening gloves for Solstice.

You can't say Lucien isn't trying at all, but he also doesn't really want to be around her. His exact words were "I can't stand to be around her" in the context of it's difficult to be around her because he can tell she doesn't want him to be. Also, do we know if he actually genuinely likes her? Or if it’s literally just the bond? Even when Feyre goes into his mind in ACOWAR, Lucien is at odds with himself. He says Jesminda CHOSE him, while Elain was thrust upon him.

Elain - Lucien - Az is the story of CHOICE. They ALL represent the desire to be chosen. So who they will end up with will in the end be a CHOICE.

#pro elriel #elain #eriel #elain x azriel #lucien vanserra #choices #mates

[aaroleswapau]

Do you have any swap!franziska art? Wanna see more of her design

i unfortunately don't have any polished art of her bc i think when i drew this, my swap au hyperfixation was starting to wane, whoops! these are just some very quick sketches of what i wanted her new thing in the swap au to be.

(i will be putting old art of her old design if you want to see it under read more pftt [unfortunately not a lot of them bc i wasn't vibing with the old role i gave her so i wasn't drawing her a lot 😔])

oki doks, now time for a lore dump!!!!! (copy-pasting what i wrote on the bird app a long time ago):

ok, so the thing is, i gave a bit of redd white's role to mvk. my reasoning for that is since he's the one who killed gregory (who has mia's role), he'd have to take on that role too. when characters don't have any like, "exact" foils for their roles to be swapped with, i either make them stay the same or hobble some roles together. mvk's case was the latter.

so mvk runs a private eye that's connected to the prosecutor's office (he's corrupt bc have you seen that guy) and franziska happens to be working there.

mvk also happens to be one the people responsible for covering up the details about mia's death.

i wanted to change franziska's job from my first version of her bc she doesn't really have a connection to the supernatural, so i just gave her a job that works closely in the covering crimes too.

but yeah, fran has to meet gregory, and then she gets framed by redd white

and she's furious about it, of course! that fool works under her father, how dare he put the blame on her!

with how fran is supposedly cooperating with gregory, i think mvk would've really wanted her to catch the fall even with how much he cares about his daughter. he's an 'end justifies the means' kind of guy.

i don't think fran realizes until swap!jfa that it was her father who purposely tried to frame her and the one who ordered to kill gregory.

i think she'd feel really torn by that and the guilt with how miles defended her before knowing all that would've ate her up (the fact that gregory is dead, no spirit channeling or anything makes this more fucked up for them i think agfhhjh)

however, i still haven't figured out why franziska would agree to talk to gregory if he's investigating mia's death, and i'm not quite sure why gregory would've been investigating mia's death in the first place bc unlike mia in the regular verse, he'd have no connections to her case at least

(that would probably require some aai duology knowledge that i do not have right now ASKSKS)

my brain isn't fully working right now so i can't fully ramble on about her design, but i did think it was important to make her dress eccentric; and i know that everyone dresses eccentric in aa, but particularly that one point in turnabout sisters where april may should've remembered maya bc she dressed weird? i wanted the same for franziska ASKSKS roast her old-timey gothic looking ass!!!!!

and from my recent drawing of her, i think if i were to draw like, a polished ref for her, i would like to show the fact that her make-up is severe. again, 'eccentric' or whatever pftt

i originally had her be like a witch, some sort of seer who could communicate with the dead through her crystal ball. scrapped that and changed it bc it was just not digging my dudes asdghd a shame tho bc i'm rather fond of her big-ass veil witch hat thingy

#ace attorney #den's aa roleswap au #franziska von karma #aa swap au asks #aa swap au art

[bright-side20]

HOFAS SPOILER (concerning the Cauldron)

_First let's go back to Rhys's explanation of the mating bonds:

“What decides it? Who decides it?” Rhys straightened his lapels before plucking an invisible piece of lint from them. “Fate, the Mother, the Cauldron’s swirling eddies …”

It is clearly stated that the bond can be decided by fate, the mother, or the cauldron.

“There is choice. And sometimes, yes—the bond picks poorly. Sometimes, the bond is nothing more than some … preordained guesswork at who will provide the strongest offspring. At its basest level, it’s perhaps only that. Some natural function, not an indication of true, paired souls.” A smile at me—at the rareness, perhaps, of what we had'.…' Many mated pairs will try to make it work, believing the Cauldron selected them for a reason. Only years later will they realize that perhaps the pairing was not ideal in spirit.”

There are bonds only to provide the strongest offspring, like Rhys's parents or Tamlin's parents bond and there are rare bonds of true paired souls like Feysand and Nessian bond.

HOFAS:

The Cauldron was of our world, our heritage. But upon arriving here, the daglan captured it and used their power to twist it. To turn it into something more lethal. No longer a tool of creation, but of destruction.

An explanation by a Daglan:

We gathered our power and imbued these gifts in the Cauldron, so that it would work our will. With this, the treasures were made. And then we connected the essence of the Cauldron to the soul of this world. Destroy the Cauldron and you destroy this world. One cannot exists without another.

The Cauldron was turned by the Daglan to serve their agenda, and they connected it to Prythian in a way that if anyone tries to destroy it, Prythian will be destroyed as well.

_Now, let's get an idea about the Asteri's aka Daglan breeding system:

Celestina only said, “He departs tomorrow. I shall visit his keep next month if there is not … a change in my situation by then.”If she hadn’t gotten pregnant.

Hunt nodded, even as disgust and rage curled through him. The Asteri had ordered this, done this. They’d make Celestina keep going to Ephraim until she was pregnant with the child they wanted her to bear. Another little Archangel for them to mold into a monster.

Doesn't it sound like 'producing strong' offspring, 'natural function'?

What if the Asteri back in Prythian manipulated the cauldron to create mating bonds, knowing the importance of it for the Fae, so they could benefit from their children and manipulate them?

I don't know why antis kept accusing Elriels of spreading misinformation, considering our conclusions are based on what's written in the books.

The Cauldron literally operates under Daglan's system, so it can't be trusted; indeed, it is not a perfect matching system.

_Let's get back to these important scenes:

"If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.”.... “The mating bond. It is a bridge between souls.”

Madja here is clearly addressing the real meeting bond—the one of paired souls.

Lucien:

“There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us. .... “And I got to Elain’s end of it when she ran off.” “Did you sense anything?” “No—I didn’t have time. I felt her, but …” A blush stained his cheek. Whatever he’d felt, it wasn’t what we were looking for. Even if we had no idea what, precisely, that was.

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?”

Azriel :

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

I think this was foreshadowing. Even though a bond exists between them, Lucien wasn't able to sense the change in Elain, while Azriel managed to discern it.

What if the Cauldron's bond between Lucien and Elain, described as 'a thread tied to a rib,' is what was considered a 'natural function'? Yet, there exists another bond between her and Azriel, 'a bridge between souls,' and they are the true paired souls by the mother or the fate . What if the Cauldron was wrong?

I know the antis argument of that means Lucien is stronger than Az, which is why the Cauldron chose him for Elain. When the bond snapped between them, Azriel was out of power, literally dying. It's another reason the Cauldron might be wrong.

Also, the argument: if the Cauldron is corrupted and loves Elain, then she's a villain.

Duh? Why not consider that even though it's corrupted, it recognized Elain's pure heart and her power, the different kind of strength concentrated in her kindness? If she influenced it, maybe she has the ability to fix the Cauldron, turning it back to its original purpose, a tool of creation, not destruction.

#hofas spoilers #pro elain #pro elriel #elriel supremacy #elriel #elain archeron

[yandereunsolved]

˗ˏˋ Yandere Concept ´ˎ˗

Yandere Podcaster — Amos Emerie (he/him)

English / • 27 • / Bisexual / Multilingual

Height: 5'9" He wears boots that make him 5'11" because he's insecure about his height.

Language(s): English, Polish, & Sign Language

╰┈➤ He comes from the sleepy town of Holy Springs. A town filled with yanderes, most supernatural, all downright disturbing. He's one of the few humans that have made their way into this town. It's so small enchanted that it isn't on any maps. Less than a hundred living beings make their home here. The population rests around a thousand. 

╰┈➤ Holy Springs — It's a safe haven for outcasts and entities that would be shunned by any major religion. It is also one of the most dangerous places to live for humans.

╰┈➤ He's the seer of the town. He foretells any new arrivals or conflicts that are to happen. He's the first to learn of readers arrival to their cozy town. He's the first to fall for them and see all of the attention they'll attract. However, that's a vision for another day.

╰┈➤ He runs a podcast called Yandere Unsolved. It's labeled as a true crime podcast and is one of the most listened to in the country. What most listeners don't know is that the podcast was really just a way for yanderes to place bets on who would kill who for their darling. At the end of each episode, he lists off the people who contribute to his podcast—the codenames of who won and lost what bets. What a coincidence that reader really enjoys his podcast. You'll both have so much to talk about when you arrive.

╰┈➤ He lives in a two-bedroom apartment with his roommate, who's a ghoul. Often times, he has to temporarily leave because he cannot stand the sound of his roommate chewing on another human carcass. Amos doesn't understand why he can't be more tidy about his kills. He just wants one night of full sleep without hearing the tortured screams of his roommates victims. His roommate is a bit of a glutton, in more ways than one.

╰┈➤ One sibling — He has a deaf older brother who doesn't live in Holy Springs. His older brother lives in France with his husband and two kids. That's how Amos learned sign language when he was younger. It comes in handy considering some of the residents here don't speak any identifiable language or just cannot speak for whatever reason. So he's able to communicate with them this way.

╰┈➤ Parents — His mother and father still live in the rural town they grew up in. Both he and his brother visit them in the summer and on holidays. Amos speaks little about Holy Springs and keeps it vague. He doesn't want to accidentally attract a spirit from the town to haunt his family by uttering the name. He also never allows them to visit him. He says it's because his apartment is too small for all of them, and there aren't any hotels in Holy Springs. There is one, but it's run by a notoriously mischievous demon who knows how to make people give up their souls. The last thing he needs is someone in his family making a deal with that devil.

╰┈➤ Friends — One of his closest friends hails from Poland. They were a foreign exchange student whom his family hosted. He's kept in good touch with them over the years and has picked up much of the language. He doesn't speak it unless he's in Poland visiting them, so his fluency in it is a bit rusty. He's mostly introverted, especially with how the town isolates you, so they're really his only friend. Except for you, you're basically already his spouse, so you can't really count as his friend.

╰┈➤ He has absolutely awful self-esteem. He's the seer of the town, and he runs a podcast that is really just radio gambling for yanderes, and yet he still feels like a perverted loser. He can speak confidently, but he doesn't feel like it. He still feels like the same kid who ended up getting a restraining order from his crush in high school. So what if he had been stealing pairs of their underwear and taking photos of them without their consent? He saw it in the future. He thought he was meant to be with them. It turns out that they just looked like you. It was really you who he saw in those visions. Unfortunately, the future has a way of changing your destination right before you reach it. No worries! He'll just make sure that you are his, no matter what.

╰┈➤ Infatuation — He's a very subtle yandere until he has his darling trapped. He sees himself as a protector and a safe heaven for you, both from the world and the horrors within the seemingly normal town. Due to the fact that he saw you in his visions, he believes it to be a divine intervention that you both met. He's extremely needy and stakerish. He's ashamed of his perversions and does everything he can to make sure you don't find out about them. He isn't broke, but he isn't rich either. He wins some and loses some when he gambles with other yanderes. He's truly worried about others becoming obsessively inclined toward you. He doesn't have the ability to kill a person; at least he doesn't think so. He wouldn't kill someone unless you asked him to. He's too afraid you'd hate him for it.

full headcanons soon?

#sleepy series #oc #my ocs #original character #yandere oc #yandere original character #yandere male #yandere male character #reader insert #yandere rambles #yandere drabble #yandere imagine #yandere #male yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere concept #yandere blog #yandere thoughts #fanfic #fic #yandere fic #yandere x reader #yandere x darling

[emyluwinter]

A trio of little friends

Meleanor holding little Malleus in her arms - Lilia, what have you got??

Lilia who holds little Silver in her arms. - A child. I found him.

Crowley (aka Levan) returns with little Yuu in his arms - My dear!!The flame of my heart!!I found a charming thing on the way to the castle!! Yuu sniffing from fright and tears - bring me home,you a strange scary man … Lilia and Meleanor synchronously and harshly - Bring the child back from where you took it. Crowley. - . . . heartless. You two. ***

Maleficia looking at two children who are peacefully playing , Malleus who is blissfully dozing next to them after games. -I don't have the energy to ask all the questions that bother me. ***

Meleanor looking at Yuu and Silver -Obnoxious, pathetic little people..How much grief have you brought to the Fae.

Little Yuu hands her a drawing of her in the form of a large menacing dragon that throws Silver Owls in all directions.

Little Silver hands her a macaroni necklace.

Meleanor clutching his staff - Don't even think that you can break me with your pathetic handouts.

Two innocent children stare at her with pitying eyes full of expectation and childish love.

Her dragon heart shrinks and she takes away the "gifts", the drawing is also absorbed by the resin so that time does not rule over it. And the necklace is wrapped in a luxurious velvet box. -Tricky ones. Treacherous. small children…

A little bit later.

-Silver, do you think the "mother dragon" doesn't like us?

-No, I think she's just tired. Dad says she has a lot of work to do.

-Can I come to visit you? This strange man is following me again.

-Oh, good. Isn't he your family?

-I'd rather be the daughter of a cactus family than this psycho. He kidnapped me and won't let me go home…

***

Lilia - Why did you kidnap a child??You stupid crow, you can't even go near your child!

Crowley is offended - It's not my fault that my son breathes fire on me every time I try to establish a relationship with him.

Meleanor - Said the one who took his favorite shiny toy.

Crowley. - My love and you too!!The fact is that this child has the gift of a seer. We can't throw things like that around.

Lilia - THAT'S HOW YOU SHOULD HAVE STARTED, YOU STUPID WITH FEATHERS!!

Crowley - You took my baby, what else was I supposed to do??

Lilia - YOU TOOK HER BY FORCE!!

Meleanor - Why are you two fighting like an old married couple every time you see more than three minutes.

Meanwhile, the children

Silver- Well?

You waking up from a "vision" - They will fight for a long time. So we can go and get some food from the kitchen. Let's get some cookies for Mal. He liked it last time.

Silver - Cool. This ability of yours is very cool. Is this magic?

Yuu-Nah, I've already been tested. Aunt Maleficent said I wouldn't have magic. But someone left a lot of things on me, either a curse or a blessing. Do you know what it is?

Silver. - Nope. Let's go. Hungry, there is no solution.

Yuu. - an excellent opinion.

#twst #twst wonderland #twst yuu #disney twst #twst mc #disney twisted wonderland #twst silver

[minicoffee00]

Fast Changes Part 7 Azriel x Reader

Plot: You are Feyre’s younger twin and get sent into the Cauldron with your sisters coming out as high fae. What happens on this journey.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 🌶️ Part 5 🌶️🌶️ Part 6

"You're pretty good already" Cassian smirks, you had a long sword pointed towards Cassian's chest. He wanted to see your flow, he could feel one within you. It was the sense of a natural battle streak and everything he'd shown you so far you'd picked up as if in a past life you'd been a warrior.

She continued day in and day out for months, and she'd started to gain some muscle and with her physical strength her powers when she was training with Amren also got stronger.

It now didn't feel as suffocating walking into a room with her family, she didn't have to hold her breath, it was now only a light buzzing in the back of her head.

"Thanks. I still cant beat you though" you smile looking up at him.

"Okay, lets take a break and get some water" he suggests seeing your slight wobble and the sweat across your forehead. You both indulge in water leaning against the columns built up into the roof, as a way to rest without fully sitting on the floor.

"Okay, this time I'm going to give you no pointers. We are going to fight and you just do what you would do if i was attacking you, or if you manage to if your attacking me" he explains picking up his own sword... he gets into a position before you can even get your own sword.

"Wait Cassian i don't have a sword?" you say but in the blink of an eye hes running at you, so smoothly that for a second you stand there like a deer caught in headlights. Just as he's about to reach you, you roll out to dodge him. You start to run towards where the sword rack is but Cassian is far to quick on his feet, gaining on you.

"What the hell Cassian!"

He swipes his sword at you, making you jump back to miss his swing. He keeps swinging towards you, forcing you further and further back. You end up with you back against the pillar, the railing off the side of the balcony close enough that you can feel the gusty breeze.

"What you going to do now sprite" he smirks, you look around, the beams of the high risen roof were low enough to grab onto if you had a boost, but Cassian would grab you leg and slam you into the floor before you could even do that.

Without thinking you spin round, wrapping your arm around the pillar, spinning round, both your legs out ready to kick Cassian in the abdomen to give you time to get a sword. A seering pain goes through your thigh but the adrenaline of getting a sword makes it almost un-noticable.

Somehow, the plan worked and Cassian buckled to his knees. You ran as quickly as possible to the sword rack, swiping one up and turning back seeing Cassian smirking and now up and on his feet.

"Well done" he admits, proud of you for managing to hold him off and get a sword as quickly as you did.

"Thanks" you smile and in seconds swords are reclashing against one another, you manage to get the upper hand and with light and swift work, Cassian's sword falls out of his hand ended up in yours. You cross them over one another holding them at the nape of his neck.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE" you hear from behind you, the voice was all too familiar and made you spin round in shock.

"Azriel" Cassian says tentatively.

"No, you keep quiet. I'm angry with you" he spits, head snapping to you.

"Az!" you say softly but his face doesn't lighten up like it normally would in your presence.

"Don't Az me, you said you wouldn't do this, why are you doing this?" he growls out coming to you, his shadows wrap around your thigh where Cassian had cut you and blood was slowly trickling out as if to hold it in, and show Az where you were hurt.

He looks down, glaring up at Cassian when he sees the cut.

"You did this?"

"Az, look" Cassian starts but he stalks over to him, his eyes arent hazel anymore they are almost as dark as his shadows. Cassain's gulp could probably be heard all across Prythian.

"You hurt my mate, bother?" he spits, his shadows launch out around Cassian's neck starting to choke him a little.

"Az, we were training. She asked me. It happens!" he excuses his eyes wide as he struggles to communicate.

"Azriel, stop this or I'm leaving" you spit, looking between the two, hard eyes, but with a soft pleading behind them.

"Do it I dare you" he says, not believing you would actually do it, you couldn't last that long without him before becoming whiny and clingy. Even after these training sessions you'd unknowingly to Azriel been having became very clingy after them.

"Rhysand!" you yell out both in your mind and into the house. He winnows up in seconds, you communicate with him in your mind, and before Azriel can even step a portion closer to you, Rhys has winnowed you away.

“No” Azriel mutters, he feels a slight bit of pain before satisfaction come through the bond, most likely Rhys healing that nasty cut on your leg.

“Azriel, she wanted this. She asked me for help because you wouldn’t show her” Cassian explains softly.

Rhys winnows back and Azriel is on him within seconds of his arrival.

“Where is she, where did you take her?” Azriel questions.

“Your mums house” Rhys mutters, making Azriel freeze, he hadn’t been there since he started to work for Rhysands father.

But for you, he would go back, for you he would do just about anything!

A/N: sorry it’s a day later guys, uni kills me each day!

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#acotar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #a court of mist and fury #acowar #acosf #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger

[ghouljams]

I’m tired and thinking of more Historal Fae au. Liebling expanding her farm further outwards to plant newer crops, holding her machete close as she clears away vines and branches, feeling the eyes of a predator on her the whole time. And Love staying up late at night, bone tired but needing to get the finishing touches done for this dye order. The money’s enough to feed her and Liebling for weeks. So strung up on it that she can’t even feel Ghost’s fingers running up and down the spine of her spine, breathing heavily in her ear like a demon.

Hmmmm, and Carpenter!Crybaby. She gets so many commissions for her beautifully crafted chairs and tables. Even nobles wish to purchase her sets. But sometimes she loses steam, tears in her eyes as she vents her sorrows to the newcomer in town. She doesn’t know why she does it. His eyes a little too sharp, his smile too wide, just watching her as she cries and giving her words of sympathy. She goes home and suddenly she’s right back to work the next day like nothing happened, just making her pretty furniture again. She thinks the newcomer ordered a set, what did he want again? She couldn’t remember…

- ☀️

OOOOH Yes babe, yes yea yes.

Love spins her yarn and checks her dye baths, measuring and re-measuring dyes. Every order has to be perfect, her work never compromised no matter how tired she is. She pulls a lump of yarn from a pot and checks the depth of color before returning it to the liquid. Her skin is warm, her mind fuzzy around the edges, phantom fingers trail over her arms and down her back. The shadows lick at her fingers when they rest against the edge of the candle's flickering glow. Ghost watches her, a specter behind her back, just at the edge of her sleepy perception. He presses his lips against her ear and she shivers, tips her head to get away from the cold, baring her neck for him. Ghost's teeth itch, his mouth waters, he's never had such a meal laid out for him, and yet something stops him from biting. Maybe it's the soft scent of herbs that clings to her skin, maybe it's the way that same skin feels under his fingers. So full of life and warmth. He wants to keep her like this as long as he can.

Liebling keeps pushing her farm further into the forest. She's never been scared of the fae folk that dwell there, besides this part of the woods is uninhabited by the fae. It's old, deserted, she assumes. Her eyes scan the trees, the dense foliage that covers the ground, if there was intelligent life she'd see it. It's the only gift she's ever been given, and one she keeps closely guarded. If the village knew she was a seer she'd be driven out of it. König watches his clever little farmer clear stone and sow her seeds from the dark crevices of the forest. He can smell the magic sewn into her blood, can feel the pressure of her gaze, she looks soft but he's heard the barbs on her tongue. Just one taste and he'd be satisfied that she was ordinary, just one quick grab of his claws and she'd be his. She holds her knife tightly, never lowers her guard. She may not see him, but she can feel him, and he's getting closer.

Crybaby finds her inspiration comes in waves, never fleeting, but a steady ebb and flow. She makes her craft, and by the time it's ready to sell she's ready for a break. She enjoys spending the coin it earns her, almost as much as she enjoys avoiding the attention she gains from her talents. It's not wise to be talented, not in fae country. She's always been a little more superstitious than most, and yet somehow that caution doesn't extend to the handsome stranger that sits down next to her at the bar. His hands are warm where they touch her, his eyes sparking like flames, he smiles with too many teeth and though that startles recognition in her mind it doesn't stick. She feels hollow after putting in so much work to make her wares, and perhaps she has too much to drink to end up crying on a stranger's shoulder. It doesn't matter when she wakes up the next day and feels like her well has been filled again. It's easy to ignore the silver that strikes across her throat, the threads that wrap like a collar around her neck, invisible expect when the water glitters just right. A patron of the arts, he'd called himself at the bar. Soap, he'd told you in hushed whispers when he'd taken you home.

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[pooks]

time to nag about my headcanon "Percy has Seer powers" and why that is a great idea

first of all, a little clarification; this isn't common knowledge to the younger siblings. only Arthur, Molly, Bill and Charlie knows. they kept this secret after Fabian and Gideon Prewett died

this implies that they died to protect Percy, who was just this tiny toddler who had absolutely no control over what he could See

the result is to keep his Seer powers secret

some background info; Percy's Seer powers is a rare gift that is apparently passed down from the Black side

Cedrella, aka their paternal grandmother, had it and has taught Percy how to use and control it. that's why Percy had a more closer bond to his granny than the rest of the family.

Arthur did not inherit it, but one of his brothers did. unfortunately, his poor brother is dead (it's not Billius, but someone else cause Arthur had three brothers accourding to the wiki) because he rather die than to let himself being caught by Voldemort and used as a tool.

while he doesn't understand Seer powers too well, Arthur respects it and is trying to be supportive for Percy.

also at a later point, Percy had 1 Bad Incident™ involving his Seer powers and it slightly traumatised him enough to not try to use it again

he takes divination in his third year for two reasons; 1, he also want to achieve 12 NEWTS like Bill. 2, he wants to understand his weird future-seeing power.

Oliver, his roommate (oh my god they were roommates) finds out by accident and keeps nagging him about the future Quidditch match results. Percy refuses cause that's SPOILERS

and now ONTO THE FUN STUFF

Percy can look far into the future, but he settles for the fun stuff

he occassionally makes references to memes and vines

his siblings doesn't understand them at all

at least until they're all adults with families in the future

and they be like "YOU KNEW"

and Percy just smiles innocently even though he absolutely isn't

Harry and Hermione aren't safe from Percy's Seer Shenanigans either

everytime Hermione is working with a crossword, Percy's eyes flashes green for a moment and when he opens his mouth, Hermione hits him with a pillow cause he was about to reveal the answer

Harry asked Percy once if his Seer powers was why Fudge promoted him. Percy simply smiled and said "yes, that was the reason. but the idiot didn't realized that i tricked him all the time and sent him on a wild goose chase."

aaaaand some Ministry shitshow stuff;

HEADCANON TWO; PERCY MADE LIFE SOUR FOR FUDGE AND THE IDIOT NEVER REALIZED IT

ofc Percy would be petty af once he figured out Fudge only wanted him because of his Seer powers. which means the fucker looked at the classified information in his personell file. Percy is obvs mad about that, but it's too late to tell his family about it and he decides to be an absolute menace about it without being caught

"getting caught means that you weren't smart enough to get an escape plan"

Percy takes full offense of being treated like a tool instead of a human with rights

he burns several draft-ups for the "updated law for underage magic" because they're fucking awful and he knows the bastard wants to ruin Harry's education. that also means he would ruin his baby siblings' educations.

he also burnt the suggestion papers about giving Azkaban prisoners the dementor's kiss without trial.

the law suggestions about banning human rights for werewolves, wizard hybrids and squibs also got BURNT INTO ASHES

Percy: I decide the future now. >:)

Scrimgeour makes an early bird appearence cause Fudge can't find the law suggestions anymore and he was the idiot to not keep copies.

after investigating privately, Scrimgeour finds out that Percy burnt them up and this madlad explains why.

suddenly Scrimgeour fully supports Percy and says his late uncles would be proud. bonus: Scrimgeour simply says to Fudge that he can't find things that may be gone forever, it's sadly "lost media" now.

Percy, getting the idea from the twints, orders dragon fertilizer (it's dragon dung lol) subscription from norway's dragon research center and sanctuary and sends it to Umbridge, using her forged signature

he's careful to not get caught, so he looks into the future (a bit at the time, though)

feel free to add some of your own ideas/suggestions/headcanon about Seer!Percy Weasley :)

#percy weasley #hp headcanon #seer percy weasley #pooks rambles

[hexsstuff]

Azriel met a seer or oracle before. Now some can believe that his mother is actually one, but we don't have the actual proof yet, but for sure he met one.

With this we can understand 1. Why he figured out Elain's abilities and 2. Why he pinned on Mor for so many years but was able to switch to Elain.

How Suriel told Feyre to stay with the high lord but never specified which one, most likely something similar was told to Azriel. So he pinned over Mor for years and years questioning why the bond not snapping, but the moment Elain shown up in the picture, as we know, something switched in him.

Now how Azriel tells us he is sure Elain is more likely to be the one?

He gave her the TruthTeller.

He smells the mating bond of Elain and Lucien, and questions it.

He would be ready to beg for a taste of her, no matter how wrong would be.

Offer and permission (there are mutual feelings between them this time).

Questions the cauldron.

He can't stop thinking of her, but unlikely how was with Mor's case or what Rhys mentions, he doesn't go to Pleasure Halls anymore or take other secret lovers. He wants Elain and Elain only.

#elriel #azriel x elain #elain archeron #pro elain #elain x azriel #pro elain archeron

[nintendont2502]

cant find the original post but a while ago i impulsively decided to add all 32 sburb players (betas, alphas, alternians *and* beforans) to a random name generator and then randomly mix them up - characters kept their original first name and class, and took on the last name and aspect of whatever character they took the role of. this was just meant to be a funny 1am experiment so i could laugh at the cursed results

...yeah it has lore now. i cant stop thinking about it. help.

Beta Kids:

Gamz Egbert (Gamzee) - Bard of Breath. One of the most chill guys ever. Constantly zoned the hell out. Loves clowns :0) him and his dad bond over it. Hangs out with Kari a lot over vc, where it's basically just Kari talking at him uninterrupted (the kid needs it sometimes)

Kari Strider (Kankri) - Seer of Time. Gifted kid and he won't let you forget it. Permanently lives in a sweater vest even though he literally lives in Texas. Constantly annoyed by how childish and immature his older brother is. Lectures him a lot. Lectures his friends a lot. Has 'visions of his past lives' (aka occasional memories from his post-scratch/alternate timeline counterparts). Lectures his friends about how theyre real and valid whenever they make give him shit for it (which happens a lot). Dedicated pacifist - for now, anyway.

John Lalonde - Heir of Light. Golden child. Has an over-bearing mother that constantly pushes him into learning instruments/lanugages/skills, participating in competitions and events, winning award after award. Sure, he's... kinda sick of doing things all day every day, and he doesn't really want to do any of this, but... shouldn't he do it anyway? Even if just for his Mom? Hell, he can't really complain about it, right? He has such a good life! He goes horseback riding every sunday! Sure, it sucks that he doesn't have any free time that isn't controlled by his mother, but he can deal with it. It's fine.

(Things get even worse during the three year trip when Wuh Oh! Gender crisis time! Except he can’t be a girl because he was always meant to be his mom’s perfect son, and he’s already let her down once by letting her die, right? He can just… live with this. Its fine. It's not that bad. It's for her, after all.)

Roxy Harley - Rogue of Space. Grew up living on a small island somewhere in the Pacific that her grandfather 'won in a poker game' (aka probably scammed someone out of, knowing him) - or so he says, anyway. He also used to say he got Roxy the same way every time she asked where she came from! Haha very funny Roxy definitely loved hearing that and not a real response every time she asked where she came from and why she didn’t have any parents. That was great. Her grandfather died when she was fairly young, leaving her alone on the island with nothing left of him but the small inventions he left around the place to make life easier for her. She grows up learning how to maintain them, and although she tries becoming a great inventor like her grandfather, she just... doesn't have the skill. Hacking, on the other hand - shes great at that shit! She finally cracks her final goal - cracking into her grandfathers servers - just before her friend Gamz's 13th birthday, finding mostly boring shit - expenses, customer complaints, legal threats, budgets, etc. What's mildly more interesting to her, however, is the insane amount of money (if they lived on the mainland, they'd be fucking LOADED), and a .exe file for a really cool looking game, with a note from her grandfather congratulating her on finally getting in. And hey, would you look at that? Its multiplayer! And all her friends are free - even John, who through sheer coincidence found himself with a free weekend after his tutors came down with various mysterious illnesses and injuries. It's like the universe wants them to play the game or some shit! Haha wild

Alpha Kids:

Raph Crocker (Rufioh) - Rogue of Life. The living embodiment of all those business major memes. Dude is *dedicated* to the Crockercorp brand - he's determined that one day, he'll climb the ranks and become head of the company, and hopefully lead it just as well as his great-grandfather did. He unironically wears a suit everywhere, and seems committed to sounding like a 50 year old boardroom exec trapped in the body of a 16 year old - although it isn't hard to get him to crack. As much as he pretends he has no patience for his online friends and their constant stories of 'living on a remote island' or 'living in the post-apocalyptic future' (seriously guys, he isn't that gullible), he does genuinely care about them. Besides, when you're stuck in the house all day, there isn't much else to do.

Tuna Strider (Mituna) - Heir of Heart. Trans king. Exudes pure 'disney channel older brother' energy. Shithead (affectionate). Looks up to his Bro, a famous pacifist who resisted the Batterwitch's rule with a global peaceful protest... only to be killed the moment he became too much of a threat. Yyeah. Tuna has... some thoughts about how that should have gone down - most of them involving swords. Or guns. Or both. Maybe if his Bro had a sweet katana, the world wouldn't have been flooded! Although it's too late for his Bro, Tuna has decided to take up the fight in his stead by creating his own 'sick as fuck gun-sword' with whatever scrap metal he can find in the apartment (his Bro, for some reason, didn't think to leave him any useable weapons. cringe). He's got the sword part down great, but the gun... not so much.

Vris Lalonde (Vriska) - Thief of Void. The second half of the 't4t post apocalypse chaos squad', as Tuna calls them. Girl doxxes people for fun - what are they gonna do? Doxx her back? lmao good luck with that losers - closest youre gonna get is still 400 years off. Constantly daring her friends to do stupid shit and quote, 'stop being so fucking boringggg'. it usually works on tuna. sometimes on dave. she still hasnt gotten raph yet, but *one day*...

Dave English - Knight of Hope. smooth talking mile a minute inventor who *loves* trying to 'pitch' his latest invention to his friends. its become almost a game to them, where theyll take turns bidding increasingly ridiculous amounts for an umbrella that shoots seeds ('for easy planting in the rain yknow') or a beat-boxing robot ('i dont even need to explain this one just look at it man. cool as shit'). hell, even raph gets involved sometimes, usually turning it into a shark tank style negotiation. dave swears hes keeping a tally of how much everyone 'owes' him, and claims that one day hes settling that bill. his inventions are genuinely pretty impressive, especially considering his limited resources - being stuck alone on a remote island makes sourcing parts pretty hard. he probably wouldnt even need to jokingly scam his friends in order to jokingly sell his inventions - they jokingly sell themselves. he just thinks scamming people is fun.

Alternia Rapid Fire Round lets goo

Cronus Megido - Bard of Time. relentlessly flirts with anyone of a higher caste than him in the hopes that, if he can get into a quadrant with them, he'll have more protection than he would as just a solo rustblood. this strategy ultimately fails when he flirts with a particular Serket one too many times and gets killed for it. damn. oh well.

Sollux Nitram - so so tired of everyones shit. the only person that actually vaguely got along with Cronus (because he was the only person that Cronus didn't flirt with). just wants to play his pokemon in peace man stop dragging him into drama

Damara Captor - Witch of Doom. 'curses' people. seems weirdly unsurprised when those curses actually work. after cronus' death, a rumour went around that she was the one who caused it, and she absolutely wasnt denying that shit - now no one wants to fuck with her, and those that do? well, she still has her psiionics.

Meulin Vantas - Mage of Blood. Basically the only fucking thing holding this friendship group together. Despite all the complicated as shit relationships - the friendships, the exes, the mortal enemies, the attempted (and successful) murders - Meulin somehow manages to navigate the web of relationships and keep everyone relatively stable

Jaydee Leijon (Jade) - Witch of Heart. catgirl :33. Wishes she lived closer to everyone so she could see them 33: especially her moirail!! at least she still has her lusus to playfight with

Karkat Maryam - Knight of Space. basically a tboy vampire. Used to live in the caverns, but after he realised he was a dude, he began to feel uncomfortable with how oppressive and 'feminine' the caverns were. ran away. struggles with his identity - the contrast between the typical female jadeblood standards of being caring and nurturing, and the typical alternian female standards of being violent and aggressive, leave him stuck in the middle, unsure of what to do or who hes 'allowed' to be. swings wildly between being aggressive and letting himself care about his friends. he eventually figures out that gender stereotypes are bullshit and he can care abt his friends and still be a dude. hes still an asshole though <3

Eridan Pyrope - Prince of Mind. Incredibly committed to a strict moral code - which... no one can figure out. it seems to vary wildly depending on what suits him best at the specific moment. Used to roam Alternia looking for 'criminals' to 'improve' or, if that failed, 'bring to justice' with one Serket, but after an incident involving the loss of three eyes and one arm... they arent exactly on speaking terms.

Dyrrhk Serket (Dirk) - Prince of Light. i dont know how else to say it this mfer makes saw traps. he claims its to 'improve' people - by putting them through some specific trap, it... fixes a percieved issue? even if its an issue only he can see. and if they die in the trap? well, they should have just tried harder right. they probably deserved it. he isnt even doing this out of a desire to hurt people hes *genuinely* convinced that what hes doing is helping, and thinks that this is the best way to go about it. puts eridan through one one day, resulting in the loss of his vision, and after he (finally) figured out that 'huh maybe that wasnt a good idea', he... apologises. lmao just kidding that would be too reasonable - instead he mind controls one of his friends into putting *dyrrhk* into a trap of his own design, resulting in the loss of an eye and an arm. he seems genuinely convinced that this should make them even. everythings fine now, right? he scares me just on a conceptual level

Tavros Zahhak - Page of Void. hes basically a himbo im ngl. hes tall hes ripped hes clumsy and he cant help but draw attention to himself wherever he goes - attention he *hates*. moirails with jaydee. theyre cute <>

Latula Makara - Knight of Rage. clown... despite the usual purpleblood stereotypes, she doesnt really get angry all that often - most of the time, shes just vibing. but when she *does* get angry? its always for a reason. theres always a specific goal shes fulfilling through that anger (even if its just intimidating someone into doing something). i have the least thoughts about her but shes interesting

Jaiikk Ampora (Jake) - Page of Hope. Just a funny lil guy that likes playing pirates :) all the lowbloods he roleplays with definitely want to be there and don't feel coerced by being 'asked' by a literal violetblood :)) if people die during his 'games' well that sucks but he cant exacly stop playing because of a few small accidents right? ..yyeah. hes incredibly ignorant of his position in society and how that effects other people, even if (especially if) those consequences are deadly for others. after a certain point its just easier to not know whats going on than to face all the damage youve caused right. claims he loves the ocean and dreams of living in the depths. never goes into the ocean. hes a weird guy

Equius Peixes - Heir of Life. Future heir to the Alternian throne. Determined to lead Alternia into a new era of strength, no matter the methods to get there. moirails with Jaiikk (which absolutely doesnt help the whole 'Jaiikk accidentally pressuring lowbloods into doing things for him' thing. bro has scary dog privileges with the future emperor looming behind him at all times)

Even faster Beforus speed round because you cant legally make me think about them for more than five seconds

Porrim Megido - Maid of Time

Feferi Nitram - Witch of Breath

Rose Captor - Seer of Doom

Nepeta Vantas - Rogue of Blood

Kurloz Leijon - Prince of Heart

Aradia Maryam - Mage of Space

Aranea Pyrope - Sylph of Mind

Kanaya Serket - Sylph of Light

Jane Zahhak - Maid of Void

Meenah Makara - Thief of Rage

Terezi Ampora - Seer of Hope

Horuss Peixes - Page of Life

#me.txt #christ this was long #randomiser au #homestuck #i love these guys sm #they haunt me #ask me questions abt them please please pleas eim so so normal

[emmitaaa4]

“A woman is not written in braille, you don’t have to touch her to know her.”

I'm tearing up. The comment below is how Azriel would speak of Elain when xyz happens and he lets his heart pour out (and I have the evidence of course).

She doesn’t like change and loves to love the world around her.

“Beautiful.” / “After all of this, the world needs more gardens.”

“In celebrating the traditions, even through the presents, we honor those who fought for its very existence, for the peace this city now has.”

She loves so hard she hurts herself at times and doesn't let me pick up the pieces, even though I always do it anyway.

So Elain silently cried, the tears so unending that I wondered if it was some sign of her heart bleeding out. Some sliver of hope that had shattered today--that love would trump even a mating bond.

(...)

Azriel carried Elain down, my sister silent and unresponsive in his arms. (...) Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm (...) and led my sister toward the back doors into the garden, sunlight bathing them.

"What if" - I jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the garden. “That is what she needs?

“I didn’t hear you.” Azriel stepped forward. “But you heard something else."

“Azriel’s hazel eyes churned as he studied my sister, her too-thin body.”

“I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose.

“A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.” / It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. / Elain blinked and blinked, eyes clearing again. As if the understanding had freed her from whatever murky realm she’d been in.

“What about Elain?” / “I’m getting her back” “Are you hurt?” She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.” 

Azriel still cradling Elain to his chest. (...) Rhys lunged for Azriel, taking Elain from him and gently setting my sister down. Azriel rasped, swaying on his feet, “We need Helion to get these chains off her.”

 

He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.” (...) I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.

Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her. “Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

 “Wait,” Azriel said, nothing but command in his voice. (...) Azriel didn’t let go. “Wait until everyone is seated before eating.”

“I’d feel bad for the mice,” Azriel muttered. (...) earning a grateful smile from Elain. (...) the light that returned to Elain’s eyes.

“Because of the shit with Elain?” Azriel stilled. “What happened to Elain?” (...) A fight with Nesta. don’t bring it up,” he warned when Azriel’s eyes darkened. Cassian surveyed the shadows gathered around Az. “You all right?” His brother nodded. “Fine.” But shadows still swarmed him. Cassian knew it was a lie, but didn’t push it. Az would speak when he was ready”

Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.

“We won’t allow any harm to come to Elain. Rhys warded her this morning, and we have eyes on her at all times.” “Eyes can be blinded,” Nesta said. “Not the ones under my command,” Azriel said with a soft menace. Nesta met his stare, knowing he was the only one aside from Feyre who could truly understand her hesitation.

She’s stubborn like a mule but as delicate as a flower, always sad but never beaten.

“It’s already ended badly. Now it’s just a matter of how we meet the consequences.”

“Why wouldn’t I be all right?” she asked, a smile lighting up her face. I’d seen those same smiles before, on my own damn face. / Elain, it seemed, was as sleepless as me.

“Shall I tend to my little garden forever? You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to live a small, quiet life, while refusing to let me do anything greater.”

I love the way she understand what I'm trying to say without needing to hear me say it, when I can't seem to formulate anything at all.

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade.

Then his gaze shifted to Elain, and though it was utterly neutral, something charged went through it. Between them. Elain’s breath caught slightly.

He left the rest unspoken. (…) Elain's large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days.

"Yes," Elain breathed, like she read the decision.

She's probably the best thing that's happened to me.

“It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. since you rub your temples so often.” (...) Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. Elain smiled again, ducking her head. Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

It was three by the time the others went to bed. Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room.

Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he’d heard Elain’s sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it.

Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that (...) she understood why he stood near the doorway, why he wouldn’t go near the fire. His secret to tell, never hers.

There she was. The faelights gilded Elain’s unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn.

A headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the HoW. Not to use, but just to look at. Which he'd done every night he'd slept there. Or attempted to sleep there.

He chuckled, unable to suppress the impulse. (...) Elain's mouth twitched into a smile (...) He offered a smile back.

His head went quiet.

There is lust. There is tension. But there is also so much more.

#my loves #wrote this with lana playing im not okay #elriel #elain archeron #azriel #pro elain #pro azriel #acowar #acofas #acosf

[milogreer]

touched on this in my top ten list, but i wanted to expand on it separately because i've been thinking about morgan and the seer obscura a lot lately 💭

so. "time is a song." morgan kinda blew up after its release, i feel like, and it's with good reason; the atmosphere of that audio is calm and sleepy but also, like… to me there's this longing for connection throughout the whole thing, ykwim?

like. we already know that the seer obscura is sort of at odds with their powers, given how they waited so long to go to the department, how they suppress their sight, and how they go radio silent after their first meeting with morgan. the seer obscura is clearly uncertain about all of this - morgan even calls them standoffish in "consulting with a seer." but they keep going back to him. being the only two known seer obscuras is naturally going to pull them together; the seer obscura is struggling to live with their unique type of sight after the inversion, and morgan is the only one who understands what they're going through.

(and he's gotta kinda pry them open because the seer obscura is notably a reserved person, but he's very gentle about it, he's understanding and patient and does his best to explain their shared sight even though he's never had to before because a) normal seers don't wanna hear it and b) he never thought there would be another seer obscura in his lifetime (much less one his own age) to talk to about it. and then giving them his own personal view of time when the typical water allegory doesn't work is just further building that connection between them.)

anyway, given the end of "learning about your magical abilities" and the fact that there's a year between its release and "time is a song," i'm sure they've gotten together at least a handful of times to work on the seer obscura's control. morgan to this point has consistently been open about wanting to help any way he can, but you can still kinda tell in "time with a song" that they aren't exactly friends yet, and that's why this one really gets me.

the setting for "time is a song" is so intimate - it's his home, in the middle of the night, with not a lot of time to make things presentable before someone he hardly knows outside of work comes over. the seer obscura needed help and comfort and even when they tried to backtrack out of asking for that, morgan invites them over anyway. he says he specifically focused on tidying up the apartment rather than himself, which means he’s looking like he just out rolled out of bed because he literally did. and that's just such a vulnerable thing to me, and it allows the rest of the audio to settle into this quiet, comfortable space that the seer obscura needs.

"when i said you can call anytime, i meant that." "another seer obscura like me[.]" "then there's you and me." "but you've got me. i'm here." "i want to know you." "it takes two to tango; you asked, and i said 'let's dance.'" like it's all just. i feel like i'm going to cry right now just thinking about this LMAO the seer obscura feels so lonely to me and morgan is constantly reassuring them that they aren't alone in this anymore, and i think that means a great deal to them.

to me this entire audio is thick with tension, but it really ramps up when they move out onto the balcony and morgan starts listing things he likes, because it's a shift from obscura lore dump to a personal heart-to-heart. he opened up his home to them and now he's opening himself up too. he gets a little silly! and then he drops the "i want to know you. you won't know that unless i tell you, so i'm telling you. [...] we can just be people with one another, too." and it is genuinely one of the most insane things i've heard in the entirety of the redactedverse. the period of silence after his laughter trails off where you can feel him gearing up to say something, the sincerity with which he says it, the relaxed atmosphere, the mental image of the only two seer obscuras on earth standing together on a balcony in the early morning hours...

(there's more to be said wrt the seer obscura backpedaling in the beginning and later apologizing for "wasting" morgan's time after he's already told them he wants to get to know them, but this post is long enough without me theorizing about that. i'm really interested to see if it gets touched on again; i'd like to know more about them.)

um. anyway. i'm driven insane by the audio every single time. all of the insane lore gained from all three audios so far aside (<- refusing to think about how morgan brought having your threads cut into the prime timeline instead of leaving it in cataclysm), the relationship these two have already is just captivating. the end

#this is so much longer than i thought it was going to be. is any of it even remotely coherent. i hope so bc i've been here for three hours #sweetheart.txt #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted morgan #morgan kyne #redacted seer obscura #morgan #seer obscura