He said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short. Breaking down I hit the floor, all the pieces of me shattered.
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000. The Rising.
CW; Mentions of gore scenery, suicide, murder, blood. Not for those who are faint at heart. Viewer discretion is advised <3
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Soft tired footfalls crunch through the ground lined with cold, damp grass. There is a great accomplishment that has been made today by this huntsmen.
Even so, they are exhausted. They walk through the valley in hopes of finding game and game they did find. A huge deer is their find and they're returning to camp with it.
Ronan is one of these devoted men. His blue eyes blink as they blur from exhaustion. He must remember that they must make it home first before he can rest.
There are ten of them, wanderers and fugitives of the clan of L'obscurité. Their clan migrated from the Dessécher empire because of their leader's mistakes.
Unfairly treated for those unruly mistakes, they were forced to evacuate and leave. Which leads to where they are poised now, the heart of the forest in which the women and children rest and the men hunt and chop wood for the warmth of the flames that lick up in the bonfire by night.
Hunger rose within him at that thought. Where there was fire, there was stew bubbling in pots. With the deer they caught, there'd surely be a feast.
He glanced towards the other hunters, taking in their wary looks. It is only then that he realizes, they're all scared.
This is wrong. He remembers the path they had crossed back home. Blood splattered on the ground, a vile stench of corpses too ruined to recognize and there were even remains of what seemed to be human beings. Cannibals could live in these forests and that was no good.
Ronan returns his gaze upfront where the leader of this hunting party was. Once again, Lev had fallen into the deeper part of himself. He's been that way ever since they were shut out of the empire. Perhaps old age was getting to him though no one could possibly put a finger on it. But what they did know was Lev was no longer the cheerful old man he had once been back home.
He's seen things that he shouldn't have seen, heard things he shouldn't have been there to hear and even done things that he shouldn't have committed; this included betraying his own clan for the Rougé clan to take their place. He's become filled with guilt and he's determined to gain their trust again.
Lev walked through the woods, ignoring the mutters of complaints about aching feet or even Hunger. It's the way he's always been and no one could change it even if they tried.
They reached a part of the forest that parted to an open field, there's a silence when they see it. This is the field the dead lie.
It is here where they bury their loved ones and the men who fought bravely for them to escape the Rougé's skillfully trained annihilators.
Lev did not stop, but they did. He turns back and calls out. "Come on." There is no emotion in his voice and it demanded no questioning or denial. Whatever Lev said was law if they were in the wild.
The other eight hunters begrudgingly walked but Ronan stayed where he was, staring at the vastly open sunlit space. He could see the grass grew higher than the last time he came here.
A recollection of memories flurry into his mind quicker than he could push them away. His wife, Rachel, died due to the attacks of the annihilators and so did his three siblings then his father died of a heart attack while his mother killed herself because she couldn't bear living without his father.
A depressing feel erupts in him. The last time he'd been here, it was the funeral of his dearest mother. He had watched her go underground, completely and utterly numb. He's lost so much...
Lev's deep and croaky voice snaps him out of his reverie. "Ronan, get over here!" He demands, causing Ronan to turn back to look at him.
"No." Lev seemed utterly surprised when he said no, much to his satisfaction. "I want to see them." Ronan did not wait for permission, he ran forward and through the boulders and rocks. He made it to the ground, ignoring the shouts to come back.
He ran through the grass and found the markings of his wife's grave, it brought him to a halt. The grave is open. It's open? He is startled and looks at the other graves. All were open. The dirt that had been over them had been dug up and were in neat piles. It was horrific.
Their dead were dug up and made way with. Where were they brought? Finally, Lev catches up to him. A scolding was nearly escaping the old man's lips when he saw that everything was empty.
"We need to go. Now." Lev finally manages, absolutely shaken up by the situation. It is only now that Ronan realizes Lev's been hiding something from them.
"Why are you shaken up?" He asks, facing Lev with a frown on his lips. "What are you hiding?" Lev turns away and tries to walk away but Ronan wrenches him back forward.
Lev's face was streaked with tears, Ronan knew immediately something was amidst. In a shaky breath, he spoke. "What did you do?"
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Alexander sat by the foot of the tree while waiting for Lev and Ronan. The old man had ordered them to stay put and be on guard while he deals with the rebel. Truth be told, Alexander was quite happy that Ronan was being punished. He loathed the young man who was too arrogant for his own good.
He blew smoke rings as he finished his cigar. Lev would've disapproved of it. Ren had reminded him but he could care less. He was absolutely exhausted and wanted to something comforting and to Alexander, nothing was as comforting as smoking a cigar while waiting for his rival to return with his tail in his legs.
A grin comes on his lips, causing Ren to raise an eyebrow. "Have you gone mad?" Ren asks carefully, his green eyes holding on Alexander's purple ones. "I have not." He assures his best friend as he continues smoking with no fear.
There's a sound of crunching. Alexander's head swivels at that. It's Leticia, the only woman in this party of 'huntsmen'. She is limping too. She passes him and walks to Ren, plopping down next to him. "Need anything?" Alexander asks in quite a rude tone. Ren stared daggers at his best friend before turning to the woman, regarding her with a blank stare.
Leticia did not answer nor could she for she began coughing out blood and holding her stomach. Her arm flails out to try and grab one of the men's arms but failing. It is only now that they notice her leg had wounds, wounds so deep that they could clearly see her bone. It made Alexander shudder as he steps back.
The woman grasps at the ground and jerks, an inhumane shriek escapes her bringing the men to cover their ears. Then she drops dead. At least... for a moment. Her body twitches again as it began jerking, growling is heard. Dark red liquid drips onto the ground below where the grass absorbs it, the woman looks up. Her eyes were hollow black, dripping with crimson liquid. Yet they were set on the two men before her.
Ren gripped his sword as he waits while Alexander poises to run if need be. The woman looked lifeless and yet moving. An undead in the flesh. Leticia gave another inhumane shriek as she charged forward. Hunger filled her, Hunger for their blood. Hunger for their death.
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Ronan sits back down, his stomach lurching with disgust. To think that Lev would hide such a thing.. He opens his mouth to speak but they were interrupted by the sound of screams.
His head swivels to see Ren and Alexander stumbling through the field towards them with frantic expressions. Lev's eyebrows furrow with annoyance but he waited until they reached them.
"Holy shit. Holy shit." Alexander pants at an absolute loss for words. Ren is next to him, collapsing on the ground. Their breaths were heavy. Ronan quickly helped them up.
"What happened?" Ronan asked but then he was pushed aside by Lev. Lev's purple eyes ran through their surroundings quickly. There's a rustling near them, he had heard it.
Silence. Complete silence.
Then there's a growl in the near right. Ronan's eyes widen when some creature charges at them, nearly managing to grab Lev if Ren hadn't thrashed his blade through its head.
The male staggered back from the body, all four sets of eyes stare at the dead body which was still twitching. Ronan's lips part to ask the question that was in all of their heads but when they hear more rustling, it shuts again.
"We have to go." Lev says, his voice betrayed his emotions quickly. He was panicking and it's heard in his voice.
Ronan's ocean eyes scan their surroundings, hand quickly accompanying the hilt of the sword that he carried sheathed in its holder. A glance to Alexander and Ren was enough to know that they too were preparing for the dangers that were ahead of them.
In a split of a second, the undead rose from the ground below them, grasping onto the ground and reaching out for the living. An earsplitting scream is heard from one of them as it launched itself closer to them.
Thrusting his blade forward, Ronan managed to stab the undead creature with ease but it was harder to kill than expected. Its hands groped the blade, shrieking wildly.
The trio made quick work with the dead. But when they hear a choked gasp, they are met with surprise. Lev had been dragged away by the bloodthirsty creatures. Alexander protested with the attempt of saving the man. "We should help—" "No, we can't." Ronan stops him immediately. "It's a futile and suicidal attempt. He's lost." Alexander glowers at him but runs on with them.
Ronan's heart felt like it was in his ears as the beating grew too loud to handle. Behind them, they could hear what undoubtedly was Lev's screams. The creatures had divided him amongst themselves. As they reached the peak of the mountain and back into the woods, all three gave one last glance towards the valley.
A dark mass could be seen even in the tall grass that was the fields of the valley. Alexander shudders as he watches even from a distance, they could still make out the gruesome feast that was being displayed.
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They had rushed as fast as they could back to the village where they were supposed to be heading to but failed to do so because of their...encounter. They'd had to take the longer route due to fear of bumping into more of those ghastly things.
They arrive in camp, half-expecting a warm welcome of a fire and the sounds of the children laughing. But no, they were met with worse. Much, much worse.
Ronan immediately detected a rather unusual atmosphere the moment they'd neared the camp. It was quiet, it was never that way. Not even when they were in the middle of mourning for lost soldiers.
He stops abruptly and since he was leading the other two, they also stopped as well. Alexander was about to make a rather rude remark demanding to know why they'd been stopped altogether but the somber look on Ronan's face shut him up immediately.
Ren stares at Ronan, trembling. "What?" Ronan presses a finger on his lips as they crept closer towards the entrance of the camp. Its eerie silence was deafening and it was creeping all the men out to even walk properly. Each of them wobbled on their feet as they move closer and closer.
But they'd barely reached the entrance when an unmistakable shriek is heard from the inside of it. The same sounds they'd heard from the valley. It's the creatures. They're here too.
Ronan unsheathes his sword in one swift motion as he slashes open one of the creatures that were dashing towards them, charging forward while swinging his sword gallantly.
Ren followed too, leaving a frozen Alexander there. Alexander, having witnessed Leticia's transformation, was traumatized and he found himself unable to move even as two vicious masses were moving towards him with Hunger in their blood red eyes.
A horrifying shriek escapes him as he's dragged, caught immediately by the bloodhungry creatures. Ren turns back, shouting for him but he knew it was no use.
Alexander is gone.
Ronan swiftly deals with the mass before him, turning quickly as his purple eyes widen in shock. Ren. The poor guy had unsheathed a dagger from the holder of his belt and stabbed himself. The creatures were hungrily feasting on his dying body. His gaze remaining on Ronan's. He was not screaming. He accepted his fate.
The male's fingers clench at the sword he's holding. He is the last survivor of the L'obscurité, what use is it to keep living? No, he refused to think that way as he fights through the night.
He enters the camp and ducks behind one of the houses they'd managed to form with the little materials. He could see human remains everywhere. It is a sickening sight, he could feel his stomach turn with disgust.
His lips are a thin line as he looks around, seeing people who he'd known and had interacted with. People who he'd promised to keep safe. Tears threaten to escape his eyes but he refused to let them. He mustn't cry. Not now.
He enters one of the houses, this one was where the healing mage was supposed to be. He looks around, expecting it to be empty. It was not. There was the healing mage, dead. He was not dead from being eaten though. It seemed it was suicide at the very least.
There were words written on the walls of his room, all written with blood. His own blood? Ronan looked and read it out loud. "L'obscurité is cursed. Every person shall die. Every person will die if they have L'obscurité blood."
He stares angrily at the deceased man before him. So he cursed them all. So much for the trust everyone put on him. "I will not die." He says defiantly to the deceased body. "I refuse to die." The words barely left him when a chuckle escapes the "deceased" man.
The mage straightens up, grinning like a Devil. "Yes, yes you will." Ronan had barely managed to unsheathe his sword when one sliced through him.
He feels his world tilting as he fell to his knees. The mage only smirks before everything turns black. He is dead.
L'obscurité shall be cursed forevermore.
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Many years later, a six year-old girl stares out the window of the castle. Her purple eyes and white hair make her undoubtedly a L'obscurité born.
She is the sixth child of the emperor and empress. The only daughter and princess. She is also born to be cursed and killed one day. Either by her own accord or by someone else's.
But her? She will change fate. One way or the other.
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I literally already have the prologue done and am gonna post it soon :3
PREVIEW ; CONSEQUENTLY NO ONE'S (chapter: redacted)
fingers grasp on nothingness as she tries to surpress the emotions that fuel her. her mother has died and her father has become a loveless tyrant.
how foolish of her to think it was all just a joke. this is reality. she is no longer a child, though she is six. she is the princess of Dessécher and she must not show any emotion.
Let the game begin.
It has been twelve years. Twelve years of emotionless banter. Of entertaining her father's depraved habits. Twelve years of silent mourning for her mother's death. She has been called back to the castle, her home, cutting her studies short.
Shw enters the cold walls of the home she once knew, all the eyes are on her. She could only stare blankly ahead as she passes, not sparing any glances towards the irrelevant servants who had used endless torture on her in her past.
She takes a deep breath, her hand brushing against the wooden door of the dining room and with a swift inhale, she pushes it open.
Her purple eyes shift and she iw faced with her father's judging gaze. She stands poised, all eyes still remaining on her.
She is no longer a child to cower. She is Duvessa Rougé, the only princess of this empire and the emperor's daughter. She is still part of the Rougé even if they do not wish for her to be and she will act like one no matter what they say.
"Greetings, Father."
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PREVIEW ; CONSEQUENTLY NO ONE'S (chapter: redacted)
fingers grasp on nothingness as she tries to surpress the emotions that fuel her. her mother has died and her father has become a loveless tyrant.
how foolish of her to think it was all just a joke. this is reality. she is no longer a child, though she is six. she is the princess of Dessécher and she must not show any emotion.
Let the game begin.
It has been twelve years. Twelve years of emotionless banter. Of entertaining her father's depraved habits. Twelve years of silent mourning for her mother's death. She has been called back to the castle, her home, cutting her studies short.
She enters the cold walls of the home she once knew, all the eyes are on her. She could only stare blankly ahead as she passes, not sparing any glances towards the irrelevant servants who had used endless torture on her in her past.
She takes a deep breath, her hand brushing against the wooden door of the dining room and with a swift inhale, she pushes it open.
Her purple eyes shift and she iw faced with her father's judging gaze. She stands poised, all eyes still remaining on her.
She is no longer a child to cower. She is Duvessa Rougé, the only princess of this empire and the emperor's daughter. She is still part of the Rougé even if they do not wish for her to be and she will act like one no matter what they say.
"Greetings, Father."
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my brother after hitting me with an instrument and rolling over me with a toy car: 🥰🤭🤗
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IF I COULD CHANGE MY THEME RN IF I COULD
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why do i listen to breakup songs when it makes me overthink.
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you're welcome dear
you ate w both of your themes
aw thank you !
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I've had this one in my inbox for so long, and I just don't know what I wanna do with it
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HELLO??
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me <3
i have all the official visuals, time to do some moodboards :)
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And then when we can't think of how to start it, we create memes
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interesting pictures 🤭
Genshin Men and Their Flower Language(s)
ᡣ𐭩 Summary: Every flower has its own language. What flower language do these genshin men have?
ᡣ𐭩 characters: Zhongli(150), Childe(151), Diluc(182), Kaeya(141)
ᡣ𐭩 Warnings: Fluff, wholesome, a bit angst in Diluc and Kaeya's part
art belongs to @/eriimyon on X/Twitter
Zhongli
Baby's Breath-Everlasting Love
As a former archon, he has seen people come and go. He had learned to accept it years ago however when he first met you, he once thought that you were out of his league. But you proved him wrong, you took your time understanding him. You were there whenever he talks about his stories even if you do not like history, your attention is always on him. You make him feel loved no matter what he does on a daily basis. Yes in his eyes, you are his silly lover and his one and only. He knows that he will outlive you and he will miss you dearly so if he had any flower to give you daily is baby’s breath because for you, you are his everlasting love. Even if you pass on to the afterlife, you will be forever in his memories and his one true love.
Childe
Gardenia- You're lovely, Secret Love
You are the secret love of Childe. You know that he is a harbinger and you know he loves to battle but Childe for him, seeing you after he got home from a tiring mission had brightened his day. Childe knows that he brings danger and harm to you so he keeps you a secret from his enemies. His family loves you and his siblings love you to death. In Childe’s mind, you are one of the reasons he is still kicking, the reason for him to smile..the reason to come home in one piece. Every day when he comes home to you, he always gives you Gardenia flowers yet you do not know what it means. You bugged him about it until he revealed it. “Gardenia flowers means you are lovely or secret love, mia amata.” Childe says with a smile. “That means you are my lovely secret love.”
Diluc
White Rose-I am worthy of you
Diluc Ragnvidr is the man with few words, a private person, and a man with walls to protect himself from others. To stop himself from being hurt by another loved one's death but with you, all of that is out of the window. With you alone, he is very attentive despite his nightly duties. He always makes sure to put your needs before his own. You both made a routine to give each other flowers whenever you two see each other either in privacy or in private. Your flowers is always the red rose but Diluc’s rose is white roses. You later ask Lisa what the white rose means and you were surprised to say the least. White roses means innocence and purity, you’re heavenly, secrecy and silence and I am worthy of you. Diluc was in a surprise when you hugged him, killing him with your kisses and saying to him. “Thank you, my nightly Knight.” This makes the poor man tear up and embrace you in his arms. You are both worthy of each other. Never let each other go.
Kaeya
Orange Blossom-Eternal Love
Who says that even the broken can fall in love? For Kaeya, it is him. He has been hiding his pain with a sly smile and the flirtiness, hiding the turmoil in his heart. To Kaeya, he thought that he would be alone in this world where nobody loved him nor understand until you came into his life. Kaeya was wary of you at first but after some time, he realized that you did not have any ill motives towards him. You understand him, love him for who he really is despite what others said about him. You make his life worth something and if he had to pick a flower to describe you. It would be an orange blossom flower. Even in a different universe..even if you are gone from his life, his love for you will be eternal.
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I'm good!! Wbu?
I saw the ask box and I thought that when did tumblr add voice messages-
gasps.
JUVEEEEEE HIIIIII AND YES LMAO
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