#utterly absurd creatures

[its-rat-time-babey]

“The Artificer’s campaign has little impact on the overall story” bitch I cannot stress how much of an impact the Artificer had on the entire world. You just need to pay attention to some things.

By the time of the Artificer, Scavengers are basically in the middle of a massive golden age. They have a Chieftain (with a mark of communication (maybe Five Pebbles gave them the mark and citizen ID drone and tried to use them for something but they rebelled and found Metropolis)) with armour made from Red Centipede Scales, they have a permanent home in metropolis above the rain, they figured out how to harvest electrical scrap and broken down Rarefaction Cells from the ruins of Looks To The Moon and pieces of Five Pebbles to make electric spears and Singularity Bombs, they even have specially trained Elite Scavengers, which did exist before in the time of the Spearmaster but it’s still worth bringing them up.

Overall, Scavengers are at a golden age of invention and life in general.

And then they anger the Artificer, who slaughters countless Scavengers, kills their Chieftain and drives them out of Metropolis, locking the gate behind them.

After that, a new Chieftain is never made, armour like the chieftain once wore is never made again, Scavengers suffer a massive population loss, they can’t enter Metropolis without a Citizen ID Drone and Elite Scavengers slowly disappear as the methods used to teach them and the knowledge of how to scavenge and create electric spears and singularity bombs is lost, with the last Elite Scavengers being seen in the Hunter’s campaign, which happens next in the timeline. In other words, the Artificer literally sent Scavengers into a dark age.

It takes until the time of the SAINT for Scavengers to show real signs of recovery, now appearing in larger numbers than before. And even THEN Scavengers never do anything like they did during the time of the Artificer. The Artificer plunged Scavengers into a dark age for countless years, and they STILL haven’t recovered.

And that’s not all. According to the wiki, Scavengers are afraid of Slugpups, most likely because they remember how the last time they killed one they were hit by the full force of an angry explosive lobbing goddess of destruction that slaughtered countless members of their kind. They are afraid of Slugpups in all campaigns, even the Saint’s. So even by the time of the Saint Scavengers know not to mess with Slugpups, presumably because the last time they did so is a legend among Scavengers by that point in time.

Hell, the Artificer’s existence even explains something about the Hunter. The reason that the Hunter starts with a negative reputation among Scavengers is because they look like the fucking Artificer. Scavengers look at the Hunter and see the goddess of vengeance and destruction that they’ve only ever heard of from stories.

Both of them have red fur and a scar on one eye, and will the time gap between campaigns, there’s a good chance that only a few Scavengers that saw the Artificer in person are even alive by that point in time (without even taking into account how the Artificer murdered so many Scavengers that it’s probably rare that a Scavenger saw them and lived to tell the tale), meaning that the Artificer is probably told about in Scavenger stories and her appearance would therefore differ, leaving the most obvious details like the scar on one eye and red fur.

#rain world #rain world downpour #rain world spoilers #the artificer #scavengers #also a sort of crack headcanon: #The Artificer can’t just not ascend #they can’t become an echo or forcibly ascend either #we never see an Artificer echo in campaigns past her time #(notable because things like whether or not the Hunter ascended affects the campaigns that happen afterwards) #so my headcanon as to why that is is that the Artificer is so angry #so violent #and so utterly bound to the cycle #that instead of getting fully caught between existence and nonexistence and becoming an echo #she tips ever so slightly towards existence and ends up fully coming back from the void fluid #or at least her consciousness does #her body is understandably vaporized by the void fluid so she ends up reincarnating like a creature that died of old age #the Saint can’t forcibly ascend her either #and if they could it would take an absurd amount of karma blasts to do so #she’s just so angry that she does the impossible and keeps clawing her way back to existence #‘rip and tear until it is done’

[sarahscribbles]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐝

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You don’t expect the soft green silk that he wraps around your wrists to tie them gently to the headboard.

The confusion is clearly evident on your face because Loki smiles softly at you and kisses the tip of your nose. “Tonight is about you,” he says by way of explanation and sits back on the bed. 

A few experimental tugs tell you that he hasn’t tied them as tightly as usual. The silk is secure around your wrists, yes, but you’re certain you could wriggle free from the restraints if you really wanted to. You’re not sure what he means by tonight being all about you, but you still stay put atop the bed. 

Loki does very little without reason. 

Your god is still sitting next to you on the bed, gazing at you silently while the tips of his fingers stroke your bare thigh. There’s no menace or warning creeping through his touch - if anything, it feels gentle and almost painfully loving - which only makes your mind whirl with what he could possibly have in store for you. 

“Repeat what you said to me five minutes ago,” he says. His voice is firm, but somehow still soft enough that you can hear that familiar undercurrent of love flowing beneath. 

It’s a love that he’s yet to make you doubt. 

You swallow and quickly lick your lips, feeling your heart begin to race under Loki’s intense gaze. “I…you…sometimes I don’t think I’m good enough for you,” you babble out in one breath as a blistering heat blossoms beneath your cheeks. It sounds absurd.

Loki’s face is unreadable, it’s a blank mask that makes you fear that you’ve actually angered him, but slowly, a soft smile curls across his handsome face. “I fear you may have suffered a recent blow to the head, dove,” he teases and climbs easily onto the bed. 

On instinct, your thighs part for him and he settles into his place between them. His hands fall to either side of your shoulders, caging you in, though tonight, the gesture feels oddly protective. 

“Are you truly questioning how utterly magnificent I find you?” he asks, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. “Because if so, then I can only apologise for being lax on my adoration.” 

“Loki, no, I only meant -,” he cuts you off with another kiss, this one so slow and deep that it makes your toes curl into the sheets. 

“Shhh, let me worship you, dove,” he murmurs quietly, bumping his nose against yours. You nod your head silently in permission, and he gives you a wink. “Good girl.” 

Warm lips then press to your jaw before dipping beneath to suck and nip at the sensitive skin of your neck. You suck in a breath and moan, already lost to the intoxicating feel of this man. 

“Do you know how proud I am to call you mine?” he says before sucking another bruise into your throat. “You are everything I ever dreamed of, my sweet girl. I want everyone - and I mean everyone - to see my marks on you and know that the most beautiful creature in the cosmos is mine.”

“Yours,” you breathe out because it’s an absolute truth. 

Loki’s head snaps up from where it’s been buried in your neck, and you see that the open love and adoration dancing in them is now mixing with possessiveness. “Good girl. Say that again for me, dove.” 

You laugh quietly at the lopsided grin he’s wearing, but easily grant him his request. “I’m yours.” 

“Again.”

“I’m yours.” 

“Beautiful thing,” he whispers and presses another lingering kiss to your waiting lips. 

His hand then curls perfectly around your side while he presses, slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone and over your breasts. Soft strands of errant black curls tickle your skin, making you giggle and squirm beneath him, but he only looks up at you with an adoring smile. 

“That laugh is my favourite melody,” he says, pressing another kiss just below your ribcage. “And you are a work of art that I will never grow tired of admiring,” he continues, taking one erect nipple into his mouth.

His tongue swirls around it skillfully while a finger and thumb pinch its twin. That familiar lavender haze begins to steadily creep over you with every flick of his tongue and twist of his fingers, and it suddenly dawns on you why he’s tied your hands. 

“Tonight is all about you.”

You could weep with the love you have for this man. 

When his lips and fingers leave your breasts, you audibly whine, but Loki presses the tip of his index finger against your lips, an amused smirk curled across his face. 

“None of that, dove. Have I ever left you unsatisfied?” he questions with a quirked brow. 

“No.” 

His smirk widens. “Exactly.” 

He continues his descent along your body, covering your stomach in reverential kisses until next to all of you has been worshipped by his mouth. 

You, a mortal, being worshipped by a god. 

You feel two cool hands on the inside of your thighs, his thumbs tracing absentminded circles against your skin while he gazes at you. It’s a gaze that’s so full of love that you can’t help but smile at him, at this god you are so lucky to call yours. 

“I love you,” Loki says softly. “Say that back to me, dove.”

“You love me,” you echo, feeling your lip begin to tremble with how much truth is in those three words.

“Again.”

“You love me.”

“One more time.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” Loki assures you. “Don’t ever doubt that I love you more than anything on this earth, dove. You are the one thing that I did right.” 

Before you can answer, before you can do anything, his warm mouth is on your cunt. That skilled tongue laps and licks and worships until the beginnings of your orgasm begin to crest over you. 

With every flick and swirl, “you are the one thing that I did right” plays on loop in your head. This god adores you above all else, would burn down the world if you asked him to, and it’s the knowledge of a love that deep that sends you freefalling into bliss. It’s a pleasure that never seems to end, much like your cries of your lovers name. 

Panting, you come down off your high to see Loki rising from between your thighs. The silk restraints are gone with a flick of his wrist and you greedily tangle your hand in his hair to claim his lips with your own. 

“More. Please,” you beg, not caring how wanton you sound. 

Loki kisses you again, slow and lingering, and his eyes are glittering when his lips leave yours. “My sweet girl, that was only a warm up.”

#loki #loki smut #loki x reader #loki fanfiction

[otakuworks]

❛ 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒. angst w/fluff

feat. Caelus x GN!Reader | wc. 1.6K

sum. fireflies are fleeting creatures, and so were his feelings for you. . . or so you thought

cw. 2.0 spoilers, some intended lore inaccuracies but nothing major

note. no firefly slander in here, just some angsty thoughts I got after finishing 2.0 before bed

main.mlist hsr.mlist

Ambiguous relationships are unstable, often leads to misunderstandings. The balance that had been barely maintained by not invading each other's territory and not interfering with each other's business had begun to shake. With the appearance of a variable called Firefly. Disorganized thoughts strewn like scratches in your head.

"Caelus, how can you be certain she's trustworthy if she's hiding something from you?"

"I never said she was, she has her reasons if she doesn't want to tell me, but I'm inclined to help her now that she's in danger."

He never spared you a glance as he stalked to his room.

I was in danger once yet you never came to my aid. What's so special about her? Was your bitter thought.

There were so many questions you want to ask him. If you had tried to count them, you would have run out of fingers and toes. But when you opened your mouth, what came out was utter nonsensical question.

"What makes you so inclined to help her?"

He finally stopped and gaze over his shoulder. "She's important to me."

. . . And I'm not?

You're shakened, but his golden eyes were utterly calm. It would be absurd to tell this man to forget her and stay by your side. The idea of fleeing was anathema to him.

You don't even know the girl, but based on his descriptions prior she's exactly the type of girl he would go for and it's enough to add salt on your unrequited love.

It's obvious you two like each other that even March was able to pick up the tension, but you both remained on the neutral ground and never fessed up.

Meanwhile, Black Swan's knowing gaze traversed on your distraught ones as you follow the Trailblazer on his way back to the Dreamscape. She knows the moment she looked, conflicting feelings who are yet to be acknowledged are now catching up.

Once Caelus entered his room, the Memokeeper turned to you.

"One with a sincere heart prevails, young one. He's yet to be aware of your burgeoning feelings, having the initiative might help you with your current predicament." She advised.

You barely glanced at her as you downcast your eyes. "And endure the plausible rejection now that he has her? I'd rather be colored in green."

She chuckled. "Green with envy doesn't suit anyone. It's strange to me how certain you are with your prediction."

Sighing, you turned to meet up with the special guest whom he invited you to have a chat.

"I'll head first. Take care of him, although he can do most part of it, it wouldn't hurt to have another shield."

Black Swan merely smiled as she watched you walk away with a heavy heart. Ah young ones, always so blindsided with things that hinder them to confess.

"Apologies for the delay, your friend told me about their plans to meet with the IPC ambassador before going in the Dreamscape."

Caelus, who was about to dive in, halted at his steps and his shoulders stiffened. For a brief moment, the Memokeeper witnessed the renowned Intergalactic Baseballer summoning his grey bat.

"Aventurine? Why would they meet up with him?" Was his immediate response with furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists.

"That, I do not know. You can wait and ask them once we're done with the mission."

Who ever said he's a patient guy?!

"Well, my friend. What do you say?"

You groaned upon gracing your eyes with reality and a peacock suddenly greeted you by the tub. No wait, it's just the IPC representative.

"I-I must discuss the details with the others first before making a decision." You clutched the rim the of the tub to balance yourself from that disgruntling experience.

Transition sucks the most.

"Don't worry, I can wait but try not to make it long."

Honestly, you don't even know the reason why he's seeking you out for this. It was Caelus at first and now he's interested in doing business with you.

You're tempted to ask him but it might lead to a longer conversation and you want nothing more than to relax for a moment without sleeping.

You heard Aventurine bid his temporary farewell, but you failed to notice him stopping right at the exit before shaking his head. You were too focused on alleviating the dizziness that you failed to focus the shadow framing you

"What did he want with you?" Your blood froze right there and then

"Shouldn't that be my question? What are you doing here, in my room?" You couldn't look up at him and can only look on his knees which are the same level as your eyes.

Look up and you would see every emotion to exist on his face.

It came by a blur, you were sitting in the tub and the next you heard the water splashing followed by being engulfed by someone warm and sturdy.

He's hugging you.

You blinked once and twice.

Caelus' hugging you.

If you can even call it a hug when you feel your bones cracking.

It's not a foreign act, you've hugged once in awhile but it's usually with the four of you; Dan Heng, March and him. You've never exclusively hugged before so this notion surprised you.

"Caelus?" You softly called out as he buried his face in your hair.

"Nothing remains with me. My memories and past companies, I couldn't grasp them. Now I'm graced with so many friends, I'm always afraid everything will slip away once more and I'll be an empty shell you met in the Space Station." His voice is unusually mellowed, it reminds you of a child complaining about school.

You let yourself relaxed and surround him with your warmth as well and right at that moment you feel him abandoning his weight.

He wants to say more, however the recent events seemed to have an invisible force squeezing his heart and preventing him from talking, but it doesn't stop his tears from flowing.

I don't want to lose you, too.

He wants to say those to you, but his heavy heart and parched throat reign supreme. So he bared himself and cried to you, letting himself vulnerable in front of you, hoping that would be the bridge to convey his feelings that words cannot express at the moment.

©OTAKUWORKS_2024

#hsr #honkai star rail #caelus #caelus x reader #trailblazer #caelus angst #angst #hsr angst #oneshot

[heilith]

Never Die

The art and prompt by the very cool Oak_Hawthorn, for the Scribbles and Drabbles 2023

There is a cloaked figure sneaking around in the Elvenking's Halls. They make an effort to remain unseen, but they seem set on a path to the King's treasury. Is it a Man, an Elf, or someone else entirely? What is their purpose here? Are their intentions good or ill?

Enjoy. I myself refuse to read it yet again, so all that might be wrong with it will be corrected later. I hope there are no such things. :) But deep inside I know there are.

@fall-for-tolkien

Never Die.

“A dragon.”

He missed the moment of the intrusion entirely. He harboured no slightest suspicion his Kingdom was a little less than inaccessible. But it was. Not enough for a serious expression of alarm, as he first believed, but quite worthy of some degree of annoyance. 

Giving it a better afterthought now, he couldn’t but admit his vanity had served him a bad turn. The centuries he’d spent keeping the enemy out of the borders of his domain distorted his perception of what he was capable of. Threats turned into challenges, stability – into boredom.

It was only a matter a time until he was outplayed.

“A dragon,” repeated he, still utterly unbelieving. The truth appeared to be so ridiculous he couldn’t build a strategy around it – something that hadn’t happen to him for millennia.

The golden lizard gurgled happily, sucking and gnawing on one his prized silver sceptres.

“You didn’t need that one, Thranduil,” you scratched the creatures head most casually, which only added to the absurdity of the picture, “Eru knows how much time it took him to dig it out of this pile.”  

He felt like laughing. Not because he found your wit deserving of a laugh. Though yes, he did. He wasn’t fooling you and he couldn’t fool himself.

And yet the brainlessness he was witnessing before his very own eyes was beyond any humour.

The little spiky ball of happiness was reeking of evil for miles.

He first sensed it, making his way to the pool chambers. A viscous clot of a stranger aura. He walked into it headfirst and was plunged into the strongest vision he’d ever had a non-pleasure of enduring. A figure in a dark tattered cloak, someone from the outside, someone…

“I should have thought of it.”

Another lie he was forced to utter while searching for the ways to bring together the scraps of his dignity.

“You couldn’t have thought,” you interrupted him with a bold smile. He almost forgot how sweet you could be when you smiled, even if you meant no good, “Who could have dared?”

You could.

Now he could tell exactly why the three times cursed first vision had failed to trouble him enough. Your print on the plane of visions was familiar to him. You radiated the teasing vibes of an old…friend.

The knowing he was still considering you such was bitter.

Another phantom caught up with him a step away from the throne room. The cloak was wrapped around his shoulders this time. A burden in his hands was heavy. He pulled it closer to his chest to keep his balance…In a flash a surge of malicious energy coursed through him. The world blinked. There was no cloak. There was no burden. But the evil was still there.

“What do you want?” the composure was returning to him slowly. He had to stop behaving like he’d become a King two days ago.

“Why, to feed the child…”

The sceptre seemingly forgotten, the dragon spread a pair of ugly webbed wings and toddled to the nearest open chest. His claws were clanking against the floor like fine daggers.

“He cannot fly. Not yet,” you murmured with such tenderness in your voice he took it as a personal offense.  

 “We barely have food to feed ourselves,” he snapped, “And even if we did, what made you think I’d share it with…this.”

“Would you share it with me?”

“Before or after you had joined the ones who were slitting our throats open?”

He sent a mental order to the guards. He should have kept them by the treasury at all times, but who would ever have dared…

You would.

The traps were now everywhere. The shreds of the evil presence were slowly drifting in the corridors, giving him painful jolts each time he was unable to avoid them. The cloaked trespasser was invading his dreams. And no one could not only stop, but even see them.

He was helpless and brimming with ire.  

“I don’t need food, Thranduil. He doesn’t need it. He feeds on owning things. He’s a dragon.”

The guards had stormed in before he had warned them not to touch you. You were someone he craved for getting even with on his own.

You snapped your fingers with the same come-hither smile. The creature raised its head and stared at the soldiers with three limpid eyes, not a single thought in any of them.

The guards stopped short. Desperate, he was watching them turn away and march out of the treasury, as if a silent voice was shouting commands into their backs.

He didn’t protest, when your hand ran against his shoulder soothingly. He was at a loss.

“And that is how we passed by your watchposts. And your guards. And you – just once,” you spoke in a soft voice, as your fingers kept drawing small curving lines along his arms and up to his neck.

“Why did you leave with them?” asked he hoarsely, “For this?”

“They promised they would spare your son, Thranduil. I couldn’t trust you to protect him.”

“Are you still with them?”

You leaned your forehead into his chest. His arm defied his will, slipping around you like it had done so many times before.

“No,” you whispered, “But I will not return. Don’t worry, we won’t stay here for long.”

“And if I beg?”

You laughed again and lifted your hand again.  

A dry sound rolled across the treasury.

#thranduil #thranduil x reader #scribbles and drabbles 2023 #drabbles #angsty

[zapreportsblog]

yandere(ish?) aro x whimsical (and probably fucking crazy) gn reader !

so gn reader has the power to induce hallucinations that can sometimes cause physical pain ! They can be used as distractions, cause the target to go insane from the wild sensations, or even cause the target’s mind to collapse permanently ! gn reader is kind of like mad hatter (idk what im saying as well) LIKE— they're whimsical, may or may not be crazy, spontaneous, creative, nd eccentric ! (just searched this on google😭😭) gn reader REALLY likes bullying teasing Caius a lot ! and they're kinda scary when provoked !

hope you have a great day mwa mwa chup chup ;p

❝here for a good time not a long time❞

✭ pairing : yandere aro x reader

✭ fandom : twilight

✭ summary : (y/n) just happened to be a batshit crazy human turnt vampire, who also happened to be the mate of aro. Now if you thought he was bad get a load of her, she definitely gives this man a run for his money

✭ authors note : Ayo get a load of that picture of my man aro 👁️👅👁️ he looking real cute ain’t he ayyyyyye

✭ twilight masterlist 2

In the heart of Volterra, where shadows clung to ancient stone and the night whispered secrets, Aro ruled as the immortal leader of the Volturi. The centuries had molded him into a creature of unparalleled power and intrigue. Yet, even among vampires, there were mysteries that still eluded him.

Aro's existence had become a monotonous cycle of enforcing laws, observing the immortal world from the shadows, and seeking out gifted individuals to join his coven. While his life was filled with grandeur and luxury, there was an underlying sense of restlessness. Aro craved something more, something elusive that had remained beyond his grasp for centuries.

That elusive something came in a form he least expected—a whirlwind of whimsy and chaos that descended upon Volterra one fateful night.

(Y/N), a gender-neutral individual with a personality as unpredictable as a storm, had always been considered eccentric by human standards. They reveled in the absurd, relishing in the madcap dance of life, and were known to perform bizarre acts on a whim. To say they were 'bat shit crazy' was an understatement, for they seemed to have an uncanny ability to turn even the dullest moments into a carnival of chaos.

Aro first encountered (Y/N) during a late-night stroll through the dimly lit streets of Volterra. Their laughter echoed through the cobblestone alleys, drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. (Y/N) twirled in the moonlight, their laughter infectious and their movements as graceful as they were wild.

Aro watched in fascination as (Y/N) performed acrobatic feats, juggling fruit with astounding precision, and turning ordinary objects into whimsical props. The absurdity of it all left Aro intrigued and utterly captivated. He had seen many things in his long life, but nothing quite like this.

It wasn't until (Y/N) crashed headlong into Aro's path that the whirlwind finally subsided. They looked up at him, their eyes wide with surprise, and grinned from ear to ear. "Well, hello there, mysterious stranger! Fancy a dance with chaos?"

Aro, usually composed and reserved, found himself at a loss for words. His cold, calculating demeanor momentarily shattered by the sheer audacity of this stranger. In that chaotic moment, as (Y/N) continued to babble and prance about, Aro's senses were flooded with an overwhelming revelation—a connection so profound that it sent shivers down his immortal spine.

(Y/N) was their mate.

Unable to contain his newfound excitement, Aro wasted no time in turning them. He leaned in, his eyes locked onto theirs, and sank his teeth into (Y/N)'s flesh. As darkness enveloped them, Aro couldn't help but marvel at the unpredictability of fate.

When (Y/N) woke as a vampire, they retained their whimsical personality, which now took on an otherworldly charm. Their laughter echoed through the Volturi castle, enchanting those who heard it. But it was their unique gift that truly set them apart.

With a mere thought, (Y/N) could induce hallucinations that ranged from delightful illusions to nightmarish phantasms. Their powers could cause physical pain, plunge a victim into madness, or even shatter a mind permanently. Aro saw immense potential in (Y/N)'s abilities, especially when Jane or Alec were unavailable to handle delicate situations.

Despite their penchant for calling Aro mean names in their peculiar brand of love language and engaging in a cruel form of teasing, (Y/N) had an undeniable affection for their mate. Their love was expressed through a blend of mockery and tender physical touches that left Aro both bewildered and strangely enchanted.

The bond between Aro and (Y/N) was a dance of opposites, an immortal saga that defied logic and embraced the whimsy of eternity. Little did they know that their union would soon become a cornerstone of the Volturi's power, adding a touch of chaos to the immortality that had grown all too predictable.

The sunless day in Volterra began as any other, with the members of the Volturi going about their immortal routines. Aro and his mate, (Y/N), had been inseparable since their transformation. Their whimsical nature continued to perplex and amuse the ancient vampire coven, but none more so than Caius.

Caius, the stoic and severe leader of the Volturi, had always been known for his impeccable fashion sense, stern countenance, and an icy demeanor that could chill the fieriest of tempers. Yet, his refined sensibilities were the perfect target for (Y/N)'s relentless teasing.

(Y/N) had taken it upon themselves to follow Caius around that particular day, a mischievous glint in their eye. They commented on his fashion choices with unrestrained glee. "Oh, Caius," they exclaimed, "I must say, that cloak does absolutely nothing for your complexion. Have you considered trying a different color?"

Caius, his patience wearing thin, merely gave (Y/N) a withering glare and continued on his way. But they weren't finished. They moved on to his hair, commenting, "Your hair, darling, it's positively stuck in the last century. Have you ever heard of a haircut?"

Caius clenched his jaw, determined not to let (Y/N)'s words get under his skin. They persisted, directing their whimsical torment at his face. "You know," they mused, "I can't decide if your expression is perpetually grumpy or if you've just forgotten how to smile."

His patience was wearing thin, but Caius endured. (Y/N), however, was far from done. They dropped their gaze to Caius's shoes, which were, in their opinion, the pinnacle of mockery material. "(Y/N)" they declared, "I wouldn't be caught dead in those things."

Caius finally reached his breaking point. He turned on (Y/N), his eyes blazing with an anger that rarely saw the light of day. "Enough!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the stone corridors of the Volturi castle. "Aro, come and get your insufferable mate!"

Aro, ever the picture of calm and intrigue, appeared in a flash, his crimson eyes locking onto Caius's furious gaze. "What seems to be the matter, dear Caius?" he inquired, his tone dripping with amusement.

Caius seethed, pointing a finger at (Y/N). "Your mate," he practically hissed, "has been tormenting me all day! I can't take it anymore."

Aro's lips curled into a knowing smile, and he turned his attention to (Y/N). "My love," he said, his voice laced with faux sympathy, "have you been bothering Caius?"

(Y/N) looked positively delighted, as if their mission had been accomplished. They nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes, Aro! But don't worry, it was all in good fun."

Aro chuckled, then turned to Caius. "There you have it, dear Caius. (Y/N) was just having a bit of fun. You shouldn't take it so seriously."

Caius gritted his teeth, feeling thoroughly defeated. "This is insufferable," he muttered before turning and stalking away.

As Aro and (Y/N) watched Caius's retreating form, (Y/N) couldn't resist one final taunt. "Bye-bye, Caius, you old bitch!" they called after him, and Aro burst into laughter.

Caius's furious footsteps echoed down the hall as he disappeared from sight, leaving Aro and (Y/N) to revel in their whimsical torment. Their love was a peculiar one, built on mockery and affection, but it was a love that brought a touch of madness and laughter to the immortality of the Volturi.

As Bella and Alice found themselves in the intimidating presence of the Volturi kings, Aro, Marcus, and Caius, they couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension. The grandeur and power exuded by the ancient vampires was overwhelming, and they stood there hesitantly, unsure of what to expect.

The atmosphere was tense, and the kings regarded the newcomers with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny. Just as the silence threatened to become unbearable, an unexpected figure sauntered into the room, breaking the ice in the most unconventional way.

It was (Y/N), Aro's unpredictable mate. They entered the room with an exaggerated sigh and a dramatic eye roll, clearly unimpressed. "Felix and Demetri are no fun at all," they declared, their voice carrying a petulant tone. "I tried to play Uno with those two boomers, and they couldn't keep up!"

Aro, his expression a mixture of amusement and affection, couldn't help but smile as he watched (Y/N) complain about the lack of entertainment. He opened his arms, welcoming them with a warm embrace.

(Y/N), never one to resist the embrace of their beloved mate, crawled into Aro's lap, pouting exaggeratedly. "Nobody's fun around here," they mumbled, as if the weight of the world rested on their shoulders.

(Y/N) couldn't help but chime in, a mischievous glint in their eye. "Oh, I didn’t know we had guest! Pleasure to meet you. Don't mind Caius; he's just a grumpy old vampire."

Caius raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by (Y/N)'s brazenness. "I beg your pardon?"

(Y/N) simply shrugged and continued to pout in Aro's lap. "Well, it's true. Your face looks perpetually grumpy. No offense. Actually no, take great offense to that you old hag!”

Aro couldn't suppress a snort of laughter at the unexpected turn of events. He patted (Y/N)'s head fondly, knowing that their unpredictable nature was one of the many things he cherished about them.

#x reader #x reader one shot #x reader oneshot #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight masterlist #twilight x y/n #twilight x you #twilight bella #twilight alice #twilight edward #twilight volturi #aro volturi #aro volturi x you #aro volturi x reader #aro volturi imagine #aro volturi imagines #aro volturi x gender neutral reader #twilight x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #twilight scenario #twilight #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader

[mychlapci]

Okay, slight angst in this one.

You know that whale that was swimming around who's call couldn't be heard by other whales, so it was all alone? Well, I was dreaming up a merformers au where there was this really old mer (because old, powerful merformers are ideal breeding partners) whose whole species was wiped out with a disease. They're really strong, so of course, it'd take a violent illness to wipe them out. The dialect they speak isn't really easy for other mers to understand, and the older they get, the larger the language gap gets, so they end up swimming around completely and utterly alone... until a mer who liked studying old languages came along. I can't decide between meg/op or rung/anyone for this one. Op would be a younger mer in this case, and Rung would be one of those terrifying deep sea creatures with freaky powers. Anyway, the mers get close, and the older mer's heat/rut comes along, and they decide this young mer is the best option. The younger decides this is SO hot because old+powerful paired with the fact that they'd be sire/carrying the next generation of a species that is completely gone... yeah, their processor is turned into horny soup. The older mer is slightly amused at how the younger is basically welded to them with how hard they're fragging and how close the younger is clinging to them. It definitely helps that this young mer is SO GOOD at this. They're gonna keep the spunky little thing, and the younger mer is ecstatic about it. There are now SO MANY of their pups around. A truly absurd amount. Maybe powerful species don't need more pups because they're more likely to survive, but the younger mer hails from a weaker one so they have an insane amount of eggs to even the odds. If the older mer is carrying they get so fat so quick and their only saving grace is how this makes them even more desirable, or the younger is carrying and the elders optics practically pop out of their helm when laying time comes around and it just doesn't stop (it turns them on though so they're fragging more eggs into their partner immediately after they recover enough).

If you ask the young mer, they're totally not at all smug about single handedly reviving an extinct species with how horny their were for their ancient wife, not at all.

oh this is good… Poor old mer, there is no one around who is capable of understanding their words, their calls, their mating dance, they are almost coming to peace with the fact that they might die alone and without a legacy, until a small little ambitious mer approaches them, speaking a slightly broken version of their language, and they want to breed the big old mer. Badly.

I love the image of a big, fat, old mer wading across the water while a small little energetic mer holds onto their waist and humps their slit like their life depends on it. There are going to be so many pups.

#valveplug #pregnancy mention #merformers

[whumpsday]

Astarion and the Cleric #1: Lesser Restoration

Masterlist / AO3 Link (first time posting on ao3 since original fiction doesn't get traction there and this is my first fanfic :P)

content: baldur's gate 3 (fandom), astarion/tav (ship), vampire whumpee, starvation, comfort, caretaking, blood drinking

so i'm trying something new! never really been a fanfic person, only ever really written original fiction before, but astarion's been taking over my brain. so i wrote some incredibly self-indulgent fic for astarion and my tav. this is maybe the least whumpy thing i've ever written lol. prob cuz the game has so much whump already. there will be whump further in the series tho, and i have some VERY whumpy AUs planned too.

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It was a no-brainer to decide which of his delectable new companions to snack on. Astarion had been thinking about it ever since he realized that Cazador’s control over him had slipped. A free man, he no longer had to obey his wretched master’s orders. He could feed on whoever and whatever he liked, whenever he liked.

And of his soundly sleeping campmates, the pick was obvious: Gentle. Even his name advertised him as the one least likely to put up a fight if he awoke in the process. He was small for a tiefling, not offering as much in the way of blood volume as someone like Karlach, but he would do nicely.

Would do nicely, if only he hadn’t been such a light sleeper. Astarion had scarcely hovered himself over his curled-up form when his eyes flew open.

“Shit.”

Gentle woke all at once, before Astarion could steal so much as a nibble. He squeaked in terror, not quite a scream, grasping half-asleep for his quarterstaff.

“What are you doing?” the cleric asked, voice pitched with fear, clutching the staff close like a treasured plush toy.

“No, no–It’s not what it looks like, I swear.” Losing his place in the group would be far worse than another hungry night, a severance of all means of protection. That was, if the little priestling and his friends didn’t stake him outright. “I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed– well, blood. It’s not what you think! I’m not–”

“Astarion, it’s okay!” Gentle interrupted, lowering his staff as the fear left his eyes. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize. You’ve been suffering this whole time.”

The complete sincerity was almost sickening, as relieved as Astarion was at the priestling’s ready acceptance. “Yes, well, I’ve certainly been peckish.”

“You can have my blood,” Gentle offered, pulling the neck of his shirt down a little.

Just like that. So utterly easy. He hadn’t even needed to ask nor justify.

Astarion couldn’t stifle a small laugh at the absurdity. “My, you certainly know what to say to a man.”

“I would never knowingly let you go hungry.” There it was again, that cloying sweetness. If the cleric hadn’t been actively helping him, Astarion might have been more inclined to roll his eyes at the display.

“And I appreciate it ever so much,” he replied smoothly. “Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?”

Gentle blushed a deep violet, a reminder of the blood that would soon be his. “Yes, I suppose we shall.”

Astarion directed him to lie down, positioning himself over the cleric before sinking his fangs into his neck. It was absolutely decadent. This must have been why Cazador saw fit to deny him the blood of thinking creatures, reserving such a luxury only for himself.

He was so lost in it, he didn’t notice Gentle’s little gasps until he felt a timid tap on his shoulder. “Astarion?” he piped up, “Could you stop for a moment?”

It wasn’t enough. He wanted to drain the cleric dry from head to toe, every last drop sating what he’d been wrongfully denied for so long.

But he had an image to maintain.

“Of course.” He wrested his fangs from Gentle’s neck, standing up and stepping back.

“Just a moment,” Gentle repeated as he sat up, motioning Astarion closer.

Curious, Astarion returned to sit beside Gentle’s bedroll. “Oh?”

The cleric clasped his hands together, his palms emitting a soft, blue light. “Te absolvo!”

For a moment, Gentle’s whole body glowed the same soft blue. It faded as quickly as it came, leaving him with a little sigh of relief.

“There we go,” he breathed, lying back. “You can continue. I apologize for interrupting you in your time of need, but I felt as though I’d faint otherwise.” He tilted his head to the side slightly, inviting him back to the bite wound. “I have plenty more blood now.”

Astarion stared in disbelief. “You’re quite the character, you know. Though I can’t say I’m not a fan of your little eccentricities at the moment.”

“He wept for the hungry,” the cleric recited dutifully, likely quoting some dogma. “I’m honored to be of service.”

Never had Astarion been so thankful for one of Faerûn’s useless gods.

After he’d truly gorged himself on hearty tiefling blood and Gentle had cast Lesser Restoration a second time, the two sat in the warm glow of the crackling fire, Astarion’s stomach full for what felt like the first time in forever.

“Do you feel better?” Gentle asked, rubbing the sore skin of his neck.

“I do.” It was an understatement. He’d scarcely felt this good since the night he became Cazador’s. “Good, strong, happy. I should be of far more use in fighting.”

Gentle hummed anxiously. “Don’t like fights,” he murmured. He smiled anyway. “I’m glad you feel better. May you suffer no more. Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t realize you were a vampire, I could have offered you aid sooner.”

“If I’d known you’d throw yourself at my feet, I wouldn’t have bothered hiding it,” Astarion said lightly. “Most wouldn’t be so…” Naive. Foolish. Suicidal. “Trusting.”

“Help all who hurt, no matter who they are. The truly holy take on the suffering of others. Suffer in His name…” Gentle trailed off, suddenly aware that Astarion wouldn’t care to hear it all. “I’m a devotee of Ilmater. It is my pledge.”

Lucky, lucky, lucky. Astarion doubted the Sharran would be so generous.

“Besides,” Gentle continued, “Regardless of my faith, I wanted to help.”

“Hm. Well, praise be to Ilmater.” Astarion tried his best to keep the cynicism out of his voice, not fully succeeding. He stood, preparing to go back to his tent. “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

“You can feed every night, if you’d like.” Gentle looked up at him with unabashed compassion. “It’s no trouble. Just get me when I’m awake next time, so I won’t be so startled.”

Astarion smiled, no longer taking care to hide his fangs. “That can be arranged.”

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everything taglist (lmk if you only wanna be tagged in original fic):

@lilac-and-lemon-whumps

@t0rture-me

@whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump

@whumpshaped

@pigeonwhumps

@the-scrapegoat

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@lonesome--hunter

#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #my writing #vampire whumpee #vampire whump #comfort #caretaking #hurt/comfort #starvation #fandom #fanfic #bg3

[imagine-darksiders]

Is there a chance we’ll be seeing a return of Fish Out of Water this may? No pressure! Just curious <3

Oh baby, you'd better believe it. Here's a brief excerpt to 'tide' you over until I finish this chapter :)

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It's only seconds later that a noisy splash plucks at your attention.

Tossing a glance to the left, you find yourself once again peering over at the sunny mer, who throws its mouth up into another grin when it sees you looking.

Then, in an utterly bizarre display that takes you by surprise, it begins to flap the orange fins surrounding its head back and forth, flinging them upright, then laying them flat against its skull before repeating the motion in quick succession.

It's such an absurd behaviour, seemingly benign, and so entirely unexpected that you don't know how else to react other than to offer the beast a half-hearted quirk of your lips - a distant relative of a smile.

You can't find the energy to put any real genuineness behind the action.

Apparently however, your lacklustre effort is more than sufficient for the mer's agenda, as its entire expression lights up like a sunflower splaying its petals, big, pale eyes pinching shut.

Evidently, you must have pleased it somehow, because at that moment, the creature unleashes a series of chirrups and whistles, bobbing up and down in the waves, overcome by what you can only assume is delight.

As it continues to warble over at you, you grow increasingly perturbed by the unwavering attention, so, dropping your mouth into a downturned line once again, you shuffle away from its gaze, turning on your rump to stare down at your kidnapper's clavicle instead.

Over the sound of rushing waves, you catch a despondent whine.

#Fnaf #mermay #sunnydrop x reader #moondrop #moondrop x reader #daycare attendant #giant merman #sea monsters

[purplexing-writing-and-concepts]

{Am I...a God? Neat!}

-Chapter Seven: From Ashes to Dust-

(Y/n) sat on the stone debris of the ruins of the Guili Plains with their eyes closed. They cracked open one eye to watch as their gray-haired companion stared at a glaze lily that was in bloom. A small pause in the night breeze gave way to conversation as Guizhong spoke, "I always knew of your existence. There was always this comforting feeling when I was surrounded by dust. My domain always seemed to whisper of one long before our creation...a creator of all there is and will be..."

The ghostly woman released a shaky breath as if a weight was released from her shoulders. She turned to face the god before her as she was knelt before them, the glaze lily long forgotten. "When I first learned of your existence I initially kept it to myself...the information seemed not only too sacred to withhold from others but also too dangerous to share..." The woman's figure shook as she tried to hold back her tears but alas a few drops escaped rushing down her face towards the awaiting dry ground.

"I eventually caved and told my dearest friends of what I'd learned...and while they didn't understand they supported me in my endeavor to not only contact you but worship you..." (Y/n) was staring at the dead god in front of them as she spoke her truth. If they were to be completely honest, they found the whole thing to be utterly ridiculous. A god worshiping another god? It was too obsurded a concept for them to yet grasp until a thought past them.

'Well, it isn't entirely absurd...I cannot die yet these gods can...then again they don't stay completely dead.' They thought to themselves as they felt an ominous presence slowly approaching the two. Choosing to put aside their disbelief of current knowledge of gods the older entity stood from their sitting position. Raising a hand, they grasped the blade of a mitachurl's axe that had been suddenly swung downwards above the god.

There wasn't a need to look at the creature that had attempted to sneak up on the two. The tainted aura that surrounded it radiated from its core like a festering disease. If (Y/n) had been anyone else or a less experienced god, they would likely be mildly affected by such a malevolent aura but alas. They shifted their arm forward a bit before swiping their arm out an across their body in a curved c-shape motion, while also being mindful not to hit Guizhong despite the woman being a ghost.

The possessed mitachurl's grip on the axe never wavered even after the weapon it wield was grabbed easily. Due to it not letting go once their intended victim made a counterattack, they were immediately flung towards the shallow river water ahead. Suddenly drenched the creature stood up further enraged by the failed attack and also the power of the dead god possessing it the mitachurl seemed to whip itself up into a frenzy. It began making loud grunting and roaring noises before charging once more.

At this point (Y/n) was no longer amused, they were deathly bored seeing as that since arriving in Liyue the only thing they've had to think about was the fatui agents that have been stalking them and their children. And if they were honest the fatui need a better strategy than sending countless agents to die at the hands of a parent who considers them a threat. The thoughts coursing through their mind stopped as they rose their dominant hand, the waters near the river began to gather around the charging mitachurl.

"To a watery grave with you..."

At their command the waters rushed to imprison the mitachurl before it completely crushed the creature. A sickening series of cracking with a pained grunt could be heard throughout the night as the mitachurl died upon impact of the water's pressure. With a mildly scrunched up face (Y/n) returned to their seated position as they pulled Guizhong to a standing one.

The ghostly god stood their for a moment still in awe at the gracefulness of her god infront of her. But the woman also shivered slightly at the cruelty, though it did remind her of her dearest friend when he would fight. It was strange if she thought about it for too long. Morax was always skeptical of the all-creator’s existence, yet he supported her in her endeavor of worshiping them or searching for them.

Thinking back, she wonders if he blamed their grace for not saving her. But now she understood, her god wasn’t awake to know. This being she believed in was standing in front of her. Their grace's presence summoned her in the place she died, and she could slowly feel herself changing. Like she was breathing again, living again. It was strange, and it felt like something else was changing the longer she was around them.

Her thoughts were cut off by a chuckle, "Guizhong I assume you are beginning to realize that you are teetering between life and death once more as you did half a nova ago. " They walked closer to the confused ghost grabbing both her hands bringing them to her chest in a clasped position. "You have a choice now Guizhong, God of Dust...do you wish to live once more and serve at my side as Liyue's representative, or do you choose to remain dead and observe as you have since your first passing...?"

"是的。。。我希望生活和服务"

[- .. -- . / .--. .- ... ... . -.. / -.... / .... --- ..- .-. ...]

(Y/n) watched their son run ahead of them as Paimon floated quickly after. They smiled quietly following behind as the children reached the main pathway overlooking part of Liyue Harbor. Observing the city as the sun slowly creeped over its skyline was a lovely sight. Even from this distance the old god could hear the hustle and bustle of city folk as they went about their daily lives, and some preparing for the Rite of Descension.

As they entered the city of contracts the trio were in slight awe of it. It was a drastic change from the nation of freedom. The people seemed more restricted but content with life. There were a few onlookers murmuring about the newest travelers entering the city. Some muttering about looking like rich merchants, or nobility. This caused (Y/n) to glance over at the group that was talking with a small laugh.

Aether looked back to say something but stopped as her parent turned back to him ushering him forwards into plaza. They shook their head at the blonde as if saying not to comment on it. "We should focus on attending the Rite of Descension in time...hmm would you like for me to tell you where it is or find out on your own with a few hints from me...?" They asked arms lightly crossed behind their back as they leaned softly forwards the patterns of the pathing gaining their interest.

The blonde thought for a moment and decided on the latter, not wanting his Cosmi to help him too much to seem more independent. "I'd like to try figuring it out." They nodded straightening their position. "Well why don't you ask the locals...and I'll meet you there and should you need me I will be there..." Aether nodded Paimon cutting off the conversation to say she knew where they could start and dragging Aether away.

As the primordial god watched the two get further away in the distance their smile dropped before, they released a deep sigh their eyes darkened the irises turning black. Without turning around they spoke, "How nice of you to show yourself Zhongli...Let's go then this won't take long and you won't miss your little show.."

"Will the peak of Mt. Tianheng suffice..?"

"Yes"

#genshin impact sagau #this is heavily self indulgent #am i a god? neat #sagau #the creator measures time in supernovas #creator is the twin's parent #reader's personality is based on mine sorta #creator is old #there is morse code #yes that is chinese simplified #there is a reason that the response isnt in english #it will be explained in the next chapter #Aether is trying to be an adult of sorts lmao #Introducing Zhongli #props to anyone who cares to translate either !!

[yellowsocialbunny]

Hufflepuff gang's all here 🦡

Adelaide Oakes is the niece of Rowland Oakes, a successful metal worker who is prominent and well known within the Goblin community. Adelaide is mild-mannered and soft spoken, traits commonly associated with those sorted into Hufflepuff. She shows great concern for others and is visibly distraught when she suspects her uncle had gotten himself into trouble.

Lenora Everleigh is a member of the Hufflepuff house and is known for her unique personality and quirky ways. Despite her odd behavior, Lenora is widely regarded as a warm and friendly person by those who know her well. Lenora is known for her love of the absurd and the unusual. She has a strong sense of humor and loves to make people laugh with her silly antics. However, not everyone shares this positive view of Lenora. Many people think that she is utterly barmy, meaning that they believe she is crazy or eccentric.

Poppy Sweeting is a bright and compassionate girl with extensive knowledge of and a deep love for creatures. In fact, she believes creatures have far more redeeming qualities than most people, and has a particular aversion to poachers and those who work with them. Poppy was born to Angus and Violet Sweeting, a couple of poachers who illegally hunted and traded magical creatures and who raised her in poacher camps. One day, Poppy witnessed a Hippogriff being captured by poachers who planned to kill the creature. Unable to stand the fate that awaited the Hippogriff, Poppy freed and fled with her.

MC is a witch who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the late 19th century. She possessed the rare ability to perceive and use ancient magic, a trait which had been dormant for roughly four-hundred years since the days of the Keepers. (this is my main character but obviously they are different for everyone :) )

#hogwarts legacy #harry potter #hogwarts #hufflepuff #hufflepuff lookbook #wizarding world #poppy sweeting #lenora everleigh #adelaide oakes #mc #hogwarts legacy mc

[beneathsakurashade]

ᴋɪᴛꜱᴜɴᴇ ʏᴏᴍᴇɪʀɪ - Tɯιʂƚҽԃ Wσɳԃҽɾʅαɳԃ x Gҽɳʂԋιɳ Rҽαԃҽɾ Chapter 2

CH 1:

“Tell me now that u really like the show”

    You freeze and sigh, muttering various curses under your breath as the Mirror assigns you to Heartslabyul.  You sigh and plaster a fake smile on your features, “Great…so much for being left alone…” you mutter and walk to where the other students assigned to Heartslabyul stood.  You didn’t hate the house, it was just…that it was full, Riddle ensured that no student was held back or failed in Heartslabyul. Due to that the dorm was always full, so that meant you would most likely have to bunk with someone. “Curses…curse you cruel fate…” you curse and join the group.  You think and cross your arms in annoyance Just what I needed, sharing a  room with some teenage boys! As a a kitsune the mere thought of it repulses me.  Not to mention I am a hime! I shouldn’t have to bunk with a human! But I suppose that is what happens when you join a school of mostly humans. “Is there a problem?”  A slightly irritated Riddle asks noticing your annoyed demeanor.  “Of course not Housewarden…” You smile sweetly, biting back the urge to cry out that yes, yes there is a problem. He nods and watches as the strange student with the cat, that was following the Headmage, step up to the Mirror.

“State thy name” The wispy voice demands. “Shion Yuukuro” they reply, glancing nervously around the room. “The shape of thy soul is…nothing, it is a blur, they are utterly soundless, shapeless, blank. There is not even a faint sense of magic from this one. Therefore no dorm would be suitable”. The magicless human flinches at the Mirror’s announcement and stares confused, slowly fidgeting with the corners of their hood. At the Mirror’s words the whole room erupts into a mix of confused what’s? And how’s that possible?! You shrug and stay silent, Visionless humans were ordinary in Teyvat. Yet their confusion is understandable, who would imagine that a magicless human be thrown into a school for the future wizards of tomorrow? “Such an unexpected reaction, that poor child.” You sigh in pity and stare at Riddle “That person bares no magic whatsoever! It’s impossible how they can be admitted here!” Riddle replies in astoundment, turning to face you. “What’s with the nonchalant expression?” You shrug at his question “Fate has blessed this poor soul by throwing them to the wolves, perhaps they will blossom into a flower of evil? Or not, either way is of no consequence to me”. You smile and wait eagerly. Even the Headmage Crowley is at a loss for words “Are you suggesting that the black carriage would send for one without magic? The absurdity! The student selection process has never been wrong!”

Riddle and you watch the chaos as the strange cat at their magicless owner’s side jumps up “Well then, let me take this human’s place! At least I can use magic! Lemme show ya!” The creature smugly cries and spews azure fire to prove his claim. “Everyone, get down!” Riddle commands and takes a protective stance in front of you and the rest of the students behind him. You hear a cry from the side of the room and whip around to see Kalim panicking as blue flames dance around his robe.

You can’t catch his next words as you hear that tailed student from earlier sigh in boredom “Ugh, can I go now? Or…?” Vil responds curtly “Oh? I thought you fancied yourself a hunter. But I suppose that you’re now too bored?” The student quips back “Too much effort for a tiny weasel…”. Azul smiles suspiciously “Allow me to handle this, Headmage Crowley. If none of you are willing to catch this small animal, I shall accept the responsibility”. The floating tablet voices their piece “WTG Azul, ur def not doing this just for participation creds”. “Hey, um, guys? I’m still on fire…could anyone put this out?!” Kalim cries. In response, you bring out your magic pen to cast a spell, though you’re beaten by Shion. Who removes their robe, throwing it on him, extinguishing the flames. “Are you alright? Any burns?” You hear them ask as the other students avoid the flames.

The cat pouts “I ain’t no weasel! I’m Grim, spellcaster extraordinaire!” “You’re nothing but a furry miscreant. I will abide no rule-breaking” Riddle states aiming his magic pen at Grim. “Off With Your Head!” He shouts at Grim and the ‘cat’ sputters out “MYAH! What’re you doin’?” As a heart shaped collar snaps around his neck. Heartslabyul’s Housewarden smiles proudly and declares “The Queen of Heart’s Rule 23: ‘One must never bring a cat to a formal affair’. Your presence here is a direct violation of the rules. You will vacate these premises immediately”. You smile teasingly, “My what an interesting turn of events. Such an interesting spell Riddle, pity it’s used on a little prideful neko”. Grim retorts “I ain’t no cat either! I’ll go burn this collar right off!-Huh? Wh-whats wrong? My fire ain’t working!” Shion walks over to the group after talking with Kalim, and they crouch down to pick Grim up. “H-huh!?” He exclaims as Shion rubs their cheek against his “I don’t care if you have 128454732973 diseases. You’re adorable and I’m petting you” they smile happily. Riddle stares confused before coughing out “Um…Excuse me! That cat has to be vacated from the premises immediately. You need to control your pet better!” Shion pouts “But look at his little face~the only thoughts behind those eyes are about arson. Besides, he’s not my pet” Crowley adds confused “Y-you say that creature isn’t your pet?” Shion sighs in exasperation “Well duh, if he was, his name would definitely not be Grim”. They place the cat down and dust themselves off. “Very well then, I suppose that I shall be merciful and send this creature off school grounds. I’m very magnanimous for sparing this creature from being stew, am I not?” Crowley smiles, though you don’t trust the gleam in the yellow specks behind his mask. A few random students grab the so called ‘spellcaster extraordinare’ and disappear while Shion mutters something about missing the 'poor wittle kitty'. The Headmage keeps his smile on and acts as if nothing happened “Well that was unexpected. I hereby declare that this year’s orientation is concluded. Housewardens, escort your students to your dorms please…wait a minute, where is Housewarden Draconia?”

“Does that surprise you?” The tall student from earlier shrugs while Kalim nods “Wait…did anyone even invite him?” Vil pulls out a small palette and touches up his eyeshadow “If you’re so concerned about him, then you should invite him yourself”.  Kalim reponds nervously “Yea, but I don’t know him all that well either…”  You take note of their conversation and ponder Why would they so casually ‘forget’ about one of the top five mages in this world? That’s just asking for trouble.  Like before, the crowd of students, whisper and mutter about the mentioned mage, “Wait Malleus Draconia actually goes here?” Some ask, “It’s true? I thought my friends were lying!” Others whisper.   A deep voice interrupts the gossip, “Just as I’d expected, he was once again not informed that his appearance was required”.  Your gaze meets that of a short figure with round crimson eyes.  Azul turns to the new figure, “My sincerest apologies, this oversight was not purposeful” You glare at him in disapproval.  Riddle speaks up “You must admit, he’s not the easiest person to strike up a conversation with” You silently disagree with their reasonings, as they were the same reasonings as those who excluded you from social gatherings.  The figure waves off their comments “No matter, all Diasomnia students, follow me.  I do hope that he doesn’t sulk about this”.   You feel for Diasomnia’s Housewarden as you follow Riddle and your fellow Heartslabyul students to your dorm.  Watching as the rest of the students leave with their Housewardens.  Headmage Crowley nods as the students pool out of the room, leaving only himself and the magicless human.  “Now, Mr. Yuukuro, as you are without magic it is unfortunate that you will not be attending Night Raven College.  Therefore the Dark Mirror shall return you home.  Please step up to the Mirror and imagine the place from whence you came” Shion sighs in relief, “Finally I can go home”.  

“Oh Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!”

The Mirror stares at Crowley utterly unfazed, well, as unfazed as a mirror can look.

“L-let us try again.  Oh Dark Mirror! Return this soul-”

The Mirror interrupts him mid sentence “There is no such place”

Shion blanks “Did this floating piece of glass just call me homeless?”

“How can this be?” Crowley says aghast.

“There is no place within this world where this should belongs” The Mirror states finally.     The Headmage mutters something about how such a thing has never happened before in his many years of running the school.  “Tell me: From which land are you from?” He inquires to which they respond with their land of residence. “Follow me then Mr. Yuukuro, I am not familiar with that place, we shall discuss this in the library.  I am acquainted with the homelands of all our students”.  “Except for mine apparently” Shion responds.

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Magicless human from another world POV Shion Yuukuro       First, I wake up in a coffin, now I’m being admitted to a school or cult, and now this crow weirdo thinks this cat thing is mine? At least the people here are cute…Last thing I remember I was playing Mario Kart with my friends because we were all procrastinating on our homework.  Now I’m here, wait…WHERES MY PHONE? I panic and check to see if my robe has pockets, I dig through and hastily grab a familiar object.  I pull it out and stare at the black screen of my phone, Are you serious?? I groan “It’s dead…great”.  I place my phone back into my pocket and follow him.  I walk with my hands crossed in front of me “So um, excuse me sir.  What happened?” Crowley turns around and pauses “I have no idea, the Mirror has never before called a soul empty and fit for no dorm”.  We enter a huge library, with shelves stuffed with tomes and workbooks.  He pulls out a map, “Nothing.  Your homeland is not listed on any maps anytime during history.  Are you sure that you aren’t lying to me?” I sigh “Um, Headmage Crowley, I don’t think I’d lie about my homeland to get into a random school” Crowley continues  “Well then,  I suppose that you don’t have any identification with you Mr. Yuukuro?” To which you nod “I do, but my phone is dead, I have my student ID saved somewhere…” you dig around in your pockets “Bro, I only have my phone? I could’ve sworn I had my wallet on me…”.

Crowley stays silent and ponders something, “I see, very well then, it seems that the only explanation is that you’ve arrived from another dimension.  You’re in such a predicament, while I cannot have someone who possesses no magic attend my academy.  Yet, as an educator, I am loath to expel a youth in such desperate circumstances.  Truly my grace is boundless.  So gracious in fact, that I shall allow you to take up residency at a vacant building once a dorm many a time ago.  It possess much character, fit for an otherworldly student! We shall investigate a method to return you home in the meantime.  Dear me, I am a model educator indeed!” I blank and wait for him to finish his humble bragging rant.  I feel like I’m going to be led to a shack or something…I think to myself as I’m led to an archaic mansion hidden behind an opposing black gate.  “Why does this dorm look five minutes away from collapsing with me in it?” I stare confused.  “Now, Mr. Yuukuro-” Crowley smiles and pushes me inside the mansion “You will be safe from the elements in here, now don’t let me see you around campus!” He vanishes in a poof of black feathers, leaving me alone in the barely-standing dorm.  Shuddering from the chill in the air I walk over to a couch and sit down as a cloud of dust surrounds me.  “I guess this is my home now…” I sigh softly and look down and pull out my phone, staring at the black screen listening to the pattering rain against the windows.

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Kitsune Hime POV     “Well that was certainly an interesting turn of events” You smile while following Riddle “Don’t you think so as well dearest Housewarden?” Riddle keeps his pace walking “Yes, L/N, and I do hope that Trey has everything planned exactly according to the rules…” he mutters.  You decide to stay with the crowd and not attract attention by not attending the welcome dinner.  You follow fellow Heartslaybul freshmen into the Mirror Chamber and onto the grounds of your new dorm.  The imposing castle painted white and decorated with bold red hearts rather hurt your eyes, it was confusing, imposing, but interesting.  You sit at the table next to the familiar blue-haired freshman with a spade under his eye.  Surveying the large table for anything appetizing in particular, you settle for some foreign foods. “I wonder what this is…” you ponder and grab a small dish that looks like a pie, along with some salmon. “I’m pretty sure that’s mincemeat pie uh…” the freshman explains and you answer, “Call me Y/N, and are you familiar with this mincemeat pie Spade?” He shrugs “I’ve had it before back home, but my mom would usually only buy it for special occasions”.  “I see” You mutter and start eating.  "It's not bad, quite good actually, I am not used to foods from other countries" you admit "R-really Y/N? My mom said that it's good for a kid to be familiar with other cultures" Deuce says confused.  "Your mother must be a wise woman" You remark and grab another pie, not noticing his smile.  You weren't used to eating food other than Inazuman, since the country's borders were still blocked to other lands.       Later that day you, still dressed in your Ceremonial Robes, walked around the rose gardens in Heartslabyul.  “Benibara and bara only…what a pity…” you mutter walking through a path decorated with rows of roses.  You suddenly hear the soft crushing of gravel under heels as someone approaches “Hm? Are you talking about the roses?” The familiar voice of Riddle asks behind you.  You turn around and smile “Oh Housewarden, yes, I’m simply listing off the names of the rose’s species in my native language”  you shrug and continue walking along the gravel-lined path.  “I see…it’s unlike any language I’ve heard before…” he nods and follows behind you, “My family’s gardens only had flowers native to our land, cultivated by magic, my favorite flora there were the sakura trees. They were my family’s pride and joy…” you admit, bending down to stare at a large scarlet rose.  “Forgive my inquisition, but why is it that you speak of your family’s gardens in the past tense?” Riddle asks watching you with curiosity, ”I no longer live with them, my family cut me off” you answer curtly and continue walking.  

Noticing the mood turning sour you decide to say something “Now…did you come here for a reason? Or did you miss me that much?” You tease and watch as he reddens instantly and coughs out a response “O-of course not L/N-” You cut him off “Do call me Y/N, we’re closer than simply last names aren’t we Riddle?” He looks down and mutters nervously “I don’t exactly suppose so, but I would not mind that…” You smile at his response and pause, still facing away from him, you pull out your phone and check the time, “Why look at that, it’s almost 10 pm.  Isn’t the curfew starting soon?” Riddle’s gaze flicks up “Yes, it is actually, I’m glad that some of the freshman are aware of the curfew”.  Getting up from your position you turn around and teleport in from of him “Until tomorrow Housewarden”.  You whisper and flick his forehead “Chibi Bara Joō” you tease before vanishing away in a cloud of smoke.  You reappear in a familiar hallway and walk to one of the rooms to the side, taking out your key that was assigned to you by the Vice Housewarden Trey Clover.  Opening the door to your new bedroom you see a young man sitting on the bed sketching.  Sitting on the bed with black sheets opposite to your own, he's dressed in the black shirt and pants that were under the Ceremonial Robes.  “Welcome to your new room” he says while you walk over to your bed “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you.  I am Y/N L/N”.  Not looking up from his sketchbook he gives you his name “Mine is Jayden Portella, I’m from the Sunset Savanna.  It’s nice to meet you as well Y/N”.

┏━━━ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ━━━┓ Fun Facts 紫苑 - Shion (Aster tataricus) Meaning remembrance in Hanakotoba Chibi Bara Joo - Meaning small rose queen

A/N: “I was forced to write this for a crazy lady at gunpoint pls help me”

#fanfic #twisted wonderland #genshin impact #twisted wonderland x genshin reader #twisted wonderland x reader #kitsune yomeiri #i love riddle rosehearts #robbedofeggsaladwriting

[the-nysh]

I'm not saying that opm Monsters designs are bad, but sometimes I wish they leaned into the eldritch horror type of creature. I get that a lot of them are goofy because they are purposely made to not be taken seriously, but it would be cool to give off the horror vibe of their world (because honestly I don't know how normal people can chill in a place like that)

But wait, just how far into the story are you, anon? Cause monsters in opm range the entire spectrum of seriously absurd to the absurdly serious. And ONE loves his various monster designs (all the way back to his Makai no Ossan days) and the horror genre too for that matter.

We've already gotten plenty of 'punching out Cthulhu' worthy moments - with the whole unsealed/unmasked Orochi sacrifice, ascended Psykorochi, and the ancient abomination type creatures like the Elder + Sage Centipedes with their utterly wrong double faces. Even Evil Natural Water checks out on both the absurd and serious levels when it auto-kills anything that views it with fear/hostile intent, revved up to 11 when it fuses with the ocean. The manga has plenty of monsters made with this stuff and more.

But most of all...doesn't the entire psychological + Cosmic Horror concept of 'god' fit this to a T??? What with the whole gazing into the unknown abyss thing, and how it's some sinister, all-watching unworldly entity with creepily unexplained prophetic + lunar origins, that entraps and mindrapes its victims into becoming corrupted eldritch abominations set onto the extinction of humanity? Like? (There's a good reason why it's such an urgent threat in the story!)

Did not seeing the ancient prometheus-alien-esque crashed remains of some THING lurking on the dark side of the moon invoke your primal urge of 'nopenopewrongwrongwrong' to KILL IT WITH FIRE!?!?!

#opm #anonymous #replies #or maybe i'm not quite understanding the question cause i think the manga already has plenty of monsters like this?

[thequeenofnightmares]

I’m finally posting my Jurdan FF! I have a little trove of them hidden away, because Holly Black’s writing style is so fantastic and I was sure I couldn’t do it justice. But then I reread HTKOELTHS and I just really wanted to get this piece out into the world for all the Cardan lovers out there.

Enjoy!

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“It’s absurd, sometimes, the thought that she loves him. He’s grateful, of course, but it feels as though it’s just another of the ridiculous, absurd, dangerous things she does. She wants to fight monsters, and she wants him for a lover, the same boy she fantasized about murdering. She likes nothing easy or safe or sure. Nothing good for her.” HTKOELTHS, pg. 4

“Jude.” Cardan called up to the tree in which I perched. He was not angry, exactly. But he was surely displeased.

“Shh,” I whispered sharply at him. Now was not the time for his disapproval. Not when any more sound from either of us was likely to scare off my target. Cardan just crossed his arms and glowered up at me. I tried not to think of how much I liked that look on his face.

Honestly, I was a little surprised he hadn’t discovered me sooner. I had been up here for an hour already, waiting for the harpy I was hunting to appear. The creature was a mischievous little thing that had been preying on the marketplace for over a fortnight. And, given that I was skilled enough with a bow to be able to handle the problem from a distance with very little risk to myself, I gladly robbed one of our knights of the glory of taking the little pest down.

Cardan, of course, was utterly exasperated at my conveying a plan to capture this newest inconvenience to the crown. ‘A task for which we have knights,’ he’d said. Indeed, it was. But I am no knight. Madoc made sure of that.

No, I am the Queen.

I had to remind myself of that, sometimes. That I had power here, and that I could choose to use it if I wished. And despite Cardan believing otherwise, I would never feel like I didn’t need to earn my place beside him.

Besides, every monster that I hunt down was one less threat that the crown faced. Threats that could hurt me, or hurt Cardan. I may be feared in this land—for my viciousness, my reputation. I may even be disliked for my mortality. But Cardan was positively adored by the Folk, and I would always protect him. Once as his seneschal, now as his wife. As his Queen.

He thinks me brash and unpredictable, that I am doing this because I seek the thrill of it. And, perhaps he is right. But he is also wrong.

I do it because I love Elfhame, and I love him, and they are one and the same now. I know he is clever enough to understand this, but I think sometimes that he chooses not to. I think, sometimes, that be believes he must earn me, too.

He doesn’t. He’s had me entwined around his heart of ice far longer than I’d ever care to admit.

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Read the rest on AO3!

#jurdan #tfota #holly black #jude duarte #jude x cardan #high queen jude #cardanandjude #cardan #cardan greenbriar #cardan my beloved #cardan duarte #i love cardan #prince cardan #elfhame #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #htkoelths #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air

[rinzler-smoocher]

I love hearing people's headcanons about their blorbos, what are some you have about Rinz? :D

Wait wait, for real? You actually WANNA hear me go wild over my blorbo?? For serious?????????????????

But yeah, ok, sure, some Rinz hc! YEAH, let's do this!! I'll start with some serious ones & then go fluffy, cuz why not? :P I'll only drop a few items here so I don't bore you tho lol. & I'll keep my oc Flint out of it as best I can, it's just time to prattle on about Rinz for now!

Now... FOR SERIOUS:

As a part of his fun adventure in being rectified, Tron was never afraid to talk back or verbally lash out at Clu & his old, fallen comrades. After some very choice comments were made tho, Clu felt Tron went TOO far & so he took delight in personally mangling Rinzler's vocal synth capabilities. It's not that he can't talk... it just really REALLY fucking hurts to speak, which is why it sounds all staticky & distorted too...

Rinz also hates his face. Seeing his own appearance makes him physically ill. It has to be something with remembering bits & pieces of who he was before he awoke as Rinzler... but he has no idea why. Otherwise, his helmet is almost always engaged, keeping himself & others from seeing the disturbing creature he's hiding inside.

Rinzler is naturally competitive thanks to his start as Tron & he truly enjoys participating in the games. But whatever savage monstrous thing that kept Tron surviving in the MCP's reign took over in full as Rinzler. He doesn't necessarily enjoy ending the games through derezzing... but some vicious, horrible part of him craves the bloodbath. He doesn't care about the audience cheers or Clu's praise. Destroying others, watching those who oppose him crumble into voxels at his hands... it's purely addicting to him. The more Rinz feeds the beast, the more Clu throws him into battles, the more Rinzler needs to derezz & kill or risk turning into some sort of nightmare that won't stop until the entire Grid is reduced to rubble.

Now then, FOR FUN:

Part of Clu's rectifying of Tron also wound up giving Rinzler fangs & brutal glowing claws. It wasn't intentional, but makes the masked program that much more threatening, so Clu left it be lol.

LIKEWISE, Clu also found it as a special chance to try & take away some other minorly threatening aspects of Tron. From reducing Rinz's height to attempting - key word here is that he "tried" - to minimize Tron's absurd strength [if anything, this one totally backfired on Clu lol], which turned Rinzler into a fiesty small chihuahua of a program then xD

Despite hating his own appearance, he is a pathetic lovesick fool & if another he cares about manages to get him to lower his guard, he'll shamefully reveal his own face, just as long as you'll exchange his misery for kisses & all lol. He is a sucker for being fawned over lmaooo

Since the Grid isn't really big on food besides basic energy items, flavors are not something Rinz ever cared about. After getting to try some user foods, he found himself utterly obsessed with sour skittles & really spicy hot ramen noodles. He needs his user food on EXTREMES & flavorless blandness is all he ever knew until being introduced to the wide world of reality in the year 2000 lol.

Rinz doesn't really feel like he belongs in the Grid, but the user world is overwhelming, loud, bright & too much. Being stuck in his state as a not-Tron Tron, he feels like he's sort of in limbo, poor guy...

Rinzler also carries doubles of near everything on his person at all times. He's so used to having Clu's resources at hand that he never hesitates to use everything & every weapon in his arsenal, even if it means destroying his lightcycle just to get ahead. When he abandons Clu's regime, he realizes VERY quickly the batons don't just grow on trees & he has to be more mindful of that lol.

Oh & as he is a program of very few words, he's also one of very few items of ownership too. But as Rinz breaks out of Clu's control, he starts collecting all sorts of things, slowly making his small personal living quarters filled with tchotkes & momentos of his adventures too♡

& finally, since coming from the Grid, when Rinz is introduced to normal clothing irl, he finds he either has to have near skintight layers underneath whatever he's wearing to replicate the feeling of his exosuit, or wear things so baggy & loose that it's almost falling off of him lmaooo

#asks #look at that RINZ #ok some rinzler hcs for yall why notttttt #lol sorry if this is all random or rambly.... #lemme know if youd by any far chance want to hear more #im certain i always have more rinz ideas sitting around my head xD #justhhhhhhh #RINZLER #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA♡♡♡

[lakesbian]

& on the opposite end of the spectrum from the "yeah, i'd buy that's a real alive non-human person out there somewhere" genre of spec bio i'm also deeply affectionate of spec bio art that's gorgeously rendered and also so completely ridiculously implausible and absurd looking that it barely even registers as something that could be Alive and Move. wayne barlowes expedition looks incredible, and i would kind of like to know where all of his Creatures leg joints fucking are, but also the level of viscerally detailed rendering on something so utterly detached from notions of plausibility is delightfully surreal. so. yknow. keep the leg joints out of it it's a charm point

#spec bio

[ellorypurebloodculture]

FSF -

Draco Malfoy / Female Harry Potter

As magical creatures of some sort maybe ?

Thank you 💕 🌸

Heir Draco Malfoy has had it--completely and utterly had it--with people approaching him without sending a proper courtship offer first; he's gorgeous, yes, as to be expected of anyone with Veela heritage, but that's no excuse at all for atrocious manners--his mother would be appalled if she witnessed such absurd behavior.

"Heiress Harriet Potter is my destined mate," he lies when Miss Cho Chang moseys up to him and bats her eyelashes.

Chang's brow furrows as she states, "Veela don't have destined mates--"

"Male ones do," Draco declares because he's always been one to over-commit to a lie once he's told it, "and I'll die if she won't mate with me; it'll be tragic, with the slowly fading out of existence and gradual loss of my magic and the pain--oh, the pain!"

"Well then," an amused, familiar voice says behind him, making Draco wish the floor would swallow him whole as Harriet possessively links her arm with his, "I guess I'd better take responsibility and accept you as my mate."

#ellory writes #five sentence ficlet #draco malfoy/female harry potter #drarry