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lqvesoph · 2 years

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his rival's sister (pt.1)

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paring: charles leclerc x drivers sister!reader

warnings: smut, making out, fingering, kinda public sex, google translate used for languages other than english

this is a two-shot, 2nd part here

this is purely fiction!!

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"We need to be careful", you mumbled in between kisses. Charles gave an agreeing hum and continued to roam his hands over your body.

The two of you stood in the small Ferrari garage where the tyres were kept, your back against the wall.

You grinned. "I'm serious", you chuckled, holding his cheek, to prevent him from kissing you. "Yes, I know but no one is going to see us here", the monegasque smiled, leaning in again to kiss your neck this time.

You automatically tilted your head to give him more space. Your hand, that previously rested on his shoulder, moved up to grip the short hair in the back of his neck.

Charles slowly bit into your skin, making you squirm and push yourself closer against him. A tiny whimper left your lips at the feeling of his hot breath on your bare neck.

"Shhhh", he whispered laughing, holding his finger in front of your lips, when suddenly the door opened.

The look in your eyes quickly turned from pleasure to fear. Charles turned his hand around, so that his palm was now pressed against your mouth, keeping you from letting out any sound.

Your felt your breathing become heavier. Hundreds of thoughts running through your mind at once, until you felt Charles' other hands up high under your skirt, dangerously close to your center.

"What are you doing?", you asked but it sounded so muffled that not even you could figure out what you just said. "Shhh, mon amour, ne parle pas (Don't talk)", he whispered in your ear, licking the spot under it after.

You quietly moaned into his hand, while one of his fingers stroke over your clit. You cursed yourself for not wearing underwear. Yes, this was obviously the intention behind it but you didn't plan it to be with someone walking past.

"Si mouillé pour moi déjà (So wet for me already)", he groaned, sliding his finger through your folds. "Charles", you tried to say but his hand on your mouth made it only sound like a desperate moan.

"Shhh attends un peu, je ne peux pas te donner ce que tu veux quand il y a du monde autour (Wait a little, I can't give you what you want when there are people around)", he murred, sucking on your neck and leaving a little purple patch.

You desperately tried to shake your head to tell him that you couldn't care less if there are people around or not. Your obvious despair made him chuckle.

"Tu penses que tu peux rester tranquille? Pendant que je te fais jouir? (You think you can stay quiet? While I make you cum?)", Charles mumbled and slowly dipped one finger inside you. You opened your mouth against his palm and a little moan escaped.

Charles pulled his finger out of you again.

"Arrête de pleurnicher et reste tranquille si tu veux ça (Stop whining and stay quiet if you want that)", he spoke a little harsher.

You could tell the teasing also touched a nerve inside him, the thrill of you having to stay quiet or else you would get caught. You could also feel it, as his middle was pressed right to your leg.

Charles started to insert his finger once again and this time you tried to stay quiet. "I can feel you clenching around me, mon amour", he groaned.

You circled your hip as a sign for him to move. Charles nodded and pushed his finger fully into you before pulling it out almost completely. He continued this movement while his thumb caressed your clit.

You moved your hips to meet his at every movement. You desperately whined into his hand.

The voices became louder with every second. Right when Charles added a second finger, two people dressed in Ferrari attire passed you and Charles, you recognized them as his engineers.

You were hidden behind a few stacks of tyres but still feared they could see you. And if Charles hadn't added that second finger you probably would've thought way more about all the possibilities.

You grabbed his hair tighter and pushed his face to the swell of your breast where your blouse was unbuttoned at the top and he began to lick and suck again.

His fingers pumping inside you, combined with his mouth on your skin and the feeling of his hard dick rubbing against your thigh, pushed you over the edge.

You moaned a little louder against his hand and slumbed against the wall after, thankful for Charles steadying you.

You hadn't had time to tell Charles but you felt the smirk against your skin when you released on his fingers.

His hand still firmly pressed over your mouth didn't help your heavy breathing, you needed air.

"L'hai sentito? (Did you hear that?)", you heard one of his engineers ask, making you gasp. Your italian was broken but you understood the few words.

"Shhhh", Charles mumbled against your ear, panting quietly. Both of your chests rose and fell almost in sync.

"Probabilmente non è niente (It was probably nothing)", the other guy said before they left the small garage again.

That's when Charles put his hand down and let you fully fall against him. "Fuck", you moaned, you clit still throbbing from the orgasm seconds ago.

Charles had the most smug grin on his face when bringing his fingers up to his mouth to lick your juice off them.

You could've cum right there again. Instead you slapped his cheek. "They could've caught us", you whisper-yelled.

"Don't act like you didn't enjoy the thrill", Charles smirked, holding strong eye contact with you. "I-", you started but Charles shook his head.

"Don't even try to deny it, your body spoke against you already, mon amour", he said before shortly pressing his lips on yours.

"I need to get back to the garage", Charles murred, adjusting your skirt and buttoning your blouse again.

"You really want to sit in the car with a hard-on?", you whispered seductively, tracing the hem of his jeans and dipping your fingers into his boxers underneath them.

"No, I don't but I fear we don't have enough time for that right now", he mumbled with closed eyes. You smirked when you saw the goosebumps arising on his skin, loving the effect you had on him.

"I should be in my suit and ready for FP3 already but after that...", he left his sentence unfinished and looked at you with a raised brow.

"Count on it", you whispered and pulled him down to you for one last kiss before you had to let him go again.

He smirked and stepped away so you could lift yourself off the wall.

You legs were still a little shaky but you managed to walk. Charles was already by the door and checked if there were people around. Thankfully there weren't.

"I'll see you later", he whispered. "Drive safely", you replied, stroking over his arm. Charles nodded.

You looked each other in the eye for a few seconds before he leaned down to meet your lips again. "One more", he mumbled, making you smile. "Okay", you chuckled.

"Last one", Charles said and kissed you again. "Charles! You need to go", you laughed and playfully pushed him away. The boy lifted his arms in defence and stepped back while laughing. "Already gone", he laughed.

You shook your head with a smile on your face and made your way to the other motorhome.

"Where have you been?", a voice asked when you stepped inside. "Oh, you know, just taking a walk around the paddock", you lied.

He nodded and stepped closer. "Be careful out there", you told him, where upon he laughed. "Zal ik doen, zus (I will be, sis)", Max said and pressed a kiss to your hair before leaving to go to his garage.

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mayullla · 2 years

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Title: Near the fairy boarder

[ - Cottage (Fem!reader) + Lily (Platonic yandere) + Xiao (Genshin Impact) + Apple pie (Fairy/pixie au) - ] - Anon's Ask

Summary: Xiao noticed a small little girl walk too close to the fairy barrier looking for flowers and berries. He let her do as she pleased, he didn't know that he would soon slowly start to grow more and more attached to you.

Additional warnings and tags: Child!reader, fantasy au, attempt kidnapping and thoughts of kidnapping, violence, mainly fluff

[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - closed - ]

You were a little child when Xiao found you, playing in the woods looking for flowers and berries. You wanted to make a present for your family, and while you can't go and buy a dress or shoes for them you thought that the flowers in the forest and the berries would make them happy.

So off you went early in the morning hoping to find enough berries and find the prettiest of flowers for them. It was soon that you lost track of time when you were looking everywhere for the freshes berries ones vibrant in color that you didn't notice that you were getting closer and closer to a small village hidden from human eyes.

It wasn't like you knew that there was a village the deeper you went into the forest, after all, nobody knew. The oldest woodcutters in the village also didn't know about such a place as it was hidden from their own eyes with magic.

Get too close and magic would subconsciously tell you to go back.

You were just in the boundary too close to the line yet far enough that you didn't feel such magic when you found the ripest berries in the forest and started collecting them.

It was then a small fay noticed you, a fairy that wished to protect its home noticed a small child playing around the boundaries. He watched you collect the berries, placing them in your basket with flowers on the side. He didn't think you were dangerous, holding nothing but a once empty basket he let you do as you please.

Just as soon as the sun reached high up in the sky you plan to return back to your village, hungry for lunch. Xiao watch you leave, yet when he saw you walk the other way deeper into the forest that was known to be dangerous he stopped you, using magic to tug the sleeve of your shirt and pull you in the right direction.

You were surprised, yet no fear was in your eyes but more so an innocent curiosity, awe and excitment.

You returned back home safely that day and Xiao thought that was the last time he would ever see you…

...Yet you returned again, curiously exploring the place this time not to look for berries and flowers but something else Xiao assumed to be fairies considering that you would start yelling out loud for fairies to show up. But he didn't show up instead stayed in his hiding spot watching you go back disappointed you didn't get to meet him.

If another fairy was here they would have thought that it was cute that you would come back the next day again with sparking stones in hopes that it would let you meet a fairy again this time.

Unfortunately, Xiao was stubborn again instead of showing himself like most fay he knew would he stayed hidden high in the trees where children could not see.

Every day you would come back and back again to that same spot, still searching for him while he would watch you yet as time past you started to make that place your usual hangout. Going there to read a fairytale book in aloud voice both to study but also in hopes that the fairy would be impressed by your reading skills.

Again Xiao would let you do as you please. But as time went on and as he watched you everyday play underneath the tree that he rested and guarded his home he started to get used to your appearances, your company.

So he was surprised when you suddenly tripped at a broken branch and scraped your knee.

You didn't cry yet Xiao panicked when he saw blood. He always knew that humans were frail, and Xiao always thought that children and babies were fragile more than glass yet he didn't think that your skin would bleed after falling just like that.

Weaker than glass, frail and easily hurt.

“Hmph. Humans are really weak.” It was a sudden decision, not something that he planned at all yet here he was one knee on the floor as he place a hand on your knee healing the wound with magic.

After healing you he glanced up to see you looking at him surprised. Which quickly morphs into pure delight and extreme excitement.

You were so quick to cling to him, asking question after question about if he really a fay and if he likes berries? What? they are important questions!!

Xiao sighed as he gave you one word answers, sometimes none at all but you didn't stop your rain of questions till near the end of the day. As the sun started to set he told you to go back thinking that once you go back home you will forget all this and your excitement mellow down a bit.

You whined at first but soon change when you suddenly determinedly told him that you will visit him again next time tomorrow as you zoom out of the forest excited to tell everyone about who you met.

You kept your promise as you soon came back calling him to come out which he reluctantly did, and you asked him what his name was. He told you his name and when you mumbled his name a few times as if to remember it.

It was better to be called his name rather than Mr. Fairy.

You were quick to tell him yours with a grin on your face. Every day you would come back to that place to talk to him and every day you will leave before it got dark. You would play with him, tell him stories of what you did or saw that day, make him pretty flower crowns and ask him to play the knight while you play princess. (The last one Xiao always refuses to do.)

And every day Xiao started to slowly get more and more attached to you. Even if he acted uninterested in your conversations he was always listening to what you had to say.

At one point... sometimes it was a little hard to let you go, when it was near dark you would stand up, promise him that you will come back and leave. And as time passed Xiao knew it would only get harder…

It wasn't like he did it on purpose when he didn't want to wake you up as you slept on his side as the sky quickly turned dark. As the crickets started to chirp when you woke up, still sleepy yet Xiao told you to head back after seeing that you could stand up and walk straight.

You nodded as you told him goodbye forgetting to say that you would come back that it almost made Xiao grab your arm to stop you so that he could ask if you would actually come back tomorrow.

But he didn't.

You will come back... you always did after all...

He just watched you walk away till he can't see you did he start to head to his post when he heard a familiar scream.

Xiao took off in search of you his wings moved fast desperate to find you, hoping that you were okay. He only saw red when he saw old men hold you by the neck as they laugh when you tried to hit them to let you go.

This world is unsafe. You were unsafe in this world it was one of the reasons why even when other fairies do not care Xiao would always keep watch because something bad is always lurking in the corner.

He could protect you too… He could protect you so long as you are in arms reach. He will keep you safe from the horrors of life holding you tight in his arms as he looked down at the dying men.

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noa-ciharu · 1 year

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any headcanon about the past of trc!seisub? (p.s. your fanfics are sooooo good)

Awwww thank you so much! 🥰 also what coincidence because I am just in process of writing trc!seisub fanfic. I say in process because I'm a student who barely has time to sleep normally, let alone write fics. So I don't expect to finish it until March ;-;

p.s: ofc it'll be a sin fic :D how to miss out on ust and angst of sinful!priest/pure!vampire dynamic 😈

I do have some headcanons about trc!seisub and their past in general

First thing first, I doubt original world vampire twins were living in was 'safe' for them. There's official art of Syaoran and Fai posing with guns in what appears to be world similar to Victorian gothic times. Clothes they wear are very similar to ones twin wear on other official art (one where they're standing cuddled together). Also, I don't think guns are seen in trc except in acid Tokyo arc. More precisely - Fuuma's crew. Fuuma himself used a gun during fight with Kamui (more in 'shoo shoo go away' manner). So all of that led me to believe that maybe vampires can be harmed by guns in serious ways. If twins' original world had some specialized guns used for vampire hunting then damage could be even more severe.

Why would humans want to get rid of vampires? There could be countless reasons really, starting from fear to wanting superiority over creatures superior by birth. So being hunted in their original world could be one half of reasons why twins were forced to leave in the first place. Other half of reasons probably has to do with Seishirou.

One thing I'm certain of is that some sort of betrayal happened between Seishirou and Subaru. It's very likely that Seishirou was a vampire hunter in disguise that befriended Subaru for whatever reason. Who knows, maybe their relationship went past platonic bonds, maybe they really were lovers back then. Anyhow, I doubt Subaru had any clue Seishirou is a vampire hunter (maybe he really was a priest in his original world, aka just like in TB where he has a kind and noble job of being a vet, being a priest can be just as eye-masking facade), but it's also possible Seishirou didn't know right off the bat Subaru was a vampire. Still I doubt that part, Seishirou is perceptive and cunning, maybe he didn't know immediately but certainly did figure out in due time.

Betrayal from Seishirou-> Subaru side would be clear as day: Seishirou reveals his true nature and tries to kill him. I always headcanoned that something there went terribly wrong and Seishirou ended up being fatally wounded. Maybe Kamui got involved, who knows. Or it's possible something Rainbow Bridge style happened, Seishirou realized he could kill others with ease yet there's this one vampire he's emotionally unable to kill and was unable to accept he cared about someone. It's possible he realized on his deathbed he truly cared about Subaru.

Just like in X where Subaru was weeping over Seishirou's soon-to-be corpse and was unable to let him go, trc!Subaru would be a similar wreck. Just he has something X!Subaru doesn't: ability to grant life but at heify price. So he gave Seishirou his blood to save his life (if Subaru didn't bite insides of own mouth then kissed Seishirou and gave him blood then what's the point?). Somehow I'm inclined to think the turning into vampire part happened against Seishirou's will, that he was more than content dying in Subaru's arms in that moment.

I see Seishirou's reaction being either 'hehehe I got OP now, thank you Subaru-kun for being so kind, now I can chase prey that continues to elude me' or being angry. I don't think Seishirou would be pissed off about vampirism itself, but the fact Subaru imposed decision for him. That he had no control over what happened to himself. Hence it won't be too farfetched to me if Seishirou started dimension hopping for sake of revenge (also eye as price got roped into all of this, either half of his magic was stored in eye just like with Fai (so by giving up half of magic, Seishirou would have to rely more on vampire abilities) or there's some other special meaning).

I say started because keep in mind this is man with lack of emotional self-awareness we're talking about. Who knows for how long Seishirou was searching for twins. It's very likely he realized after some time he's actually searching for Subaru not for revenge or harming agenda, but simply because he wants Subaru.

For example, look at expressions Seishirou makes when talking about twins:

For a man that's allegedly devoid of emotions these expressions are loaded with emotions. That led me to believe he knows deep down he's not searching for Subaru solely out of malicious intention. Whether Seishirou actually knows why precisely he's searching for Subaru is also debatable. It could be an impulse at this point, something he feels deep down is right. Now what lies Seishirou possibly convinces himself into believing are his true goals, who knows.

Also Seishirou constantly says he's searching for twins, but I doubt he's intrested in Kamui anyhow. Of course, unless his goal is to really kill the twins because of their vampirism but I serious doubt he'd make such, dare I say, despondent expression while thinking about someone he wants to kill. Perhaps he wants people to think he wants to kill them hence he claims he's searching for vampire twins (accent on pair of them, neither is special by their personality but by species) rather than just Subaru (accent on bond they share, implication that Subaru must matter to him). Way of keeping facade for others and not showing 'weakness' I'd say.

And yet:

Apparently Seishirou shared this piece of information (a vulnerability) with Fuuma. Perhaps trc!Seishirou is a bit different from his TB/X counterpart and can accept his attachment to Subaru. If he did that then he'd truly not care for who he harms in process of fulfilling his wish. If he has to destroy a whole universe just to find Subaru (ahem, Outo), so be it.

As for Kamui, he probably hates Seishirou on his, well, bastard personality. He's not a good man, hides behind facade and is completely amoral and selfish. Of course Kamui would be wary of person like that, especially if Seishirou tried to harm him or Subaru in the past. I guess one of reasons why twins are on the run is because if three of them were to meet someone wouldn't make it out alive. So twins running for a lifetime would be status quo, sort of 'happy' ending for all 3 of them.

Okay, maybe not for Kamui, he'd be hissing for eternity

But ofc that's just my opinion and it's very likely clamp had something totally different in mind

#thank you once more for kind words!#clamp #tsubasa chronicles #seisub

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megraen · 8 months

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OC(s) as misunderstood women from mythology/folklore

Tagged by @cassietrn

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @miss-jennifer-cormier @ladykatie512 @glitchinginthegarden

Lady of the Lake

In Arthurian legend, the Lady of the Lake; also known as Nimue, Viviane, or Ninianne; is a medieval British sorceress. Her story varies greatly, from the mother of Lancelot to the killer of Merlin to the bestower of Excalibur upon King Arthur. In all versions, she is an enchantress of great power. You may seem innocent to some, but you can be vengeful when necessary. People don't realize that you hold great drive and resilience. You are, beneath all, kind and benevolent; but people don't want to get on your bad side as you are very protective of yourself and those you love. Above all, you do things with love and passion and don't believe in indifference. Those closest to you know you as a steady and good soul.

Morgan Le Fay

Morgan Le Fay, also known as Morgana, was a sorceress in Arthurian legend. In many legends, she is portrayed as a witch who can fly and change into shapes. Geoffrey of Monmouth’s Vita Merlini (c. 1150) named her as the ruler of Avalon, a marvelous island where King Arthur was to be healed of his wounds, and it described her as skilled in the arts of healing and of changing shape. You are extremely versatile and adaptable. Like Morgan, you may change parts of yourself to suit the current situation. You are multifaceted, but you don't always let people see your complexity because you fear judgment. You believe yourself to be a bad person, but those nearest to you find you warm, loving, and kind.

La Llorona

La Llorona ('the crying woman') from Mexican folklore is the ghost of a woman who steals children in order to drown them. She walks along the water wearing white, weeping for her son who she killed in a fit of madness. She is often described as a lost soul, doomed to wander the earth forever. There are things in your past that haunt you. You may sometimes be overcome by grief, but those who know you would describe you as resilient. You are highly emotionally expressive and introspective; the smallest things may lead you to tears. You are not bold, but you make up for it in compassion and warmth. You may make yourself too small, but this is something you can work on.

Lady of the Lake

Lilith

Lilith, from Jewish folklore, was the first wife of Adam. One story tells that Lilith refused to lay beneath Adam during sex. She believed they were created equal, both from the dust of the earth, thus she should not have to lay beneath him. After Adam disagreed, Lilith fled the Garden of Eden to gain her independence. In most manifestations of her myth, Lilith represents chaos, seduction and ungodliness. You are independent and courageous. You may be seen as bold and brash, but in reality your solitude is important to you. You don't like being tied down. You pride yourself on being honest, but this may cause hurt feelings in others. You prefer confrontation to letting things fester. Those closest to you admire your drive and your ability to speak your mind.

Lady of the Lake

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yououui · 2 years

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“ what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind? ” kurofai please

Fai has come a long way since Kurogane first met him.

He has grown, he has changed, he has learned to open himself up to love and allow himself the vulnerability that comes with it. He has even been able to move on from his past, for the most part.

Kurogane knows that Fai will never let go of the trauma of his past, not completely. Kurogane is grateful that Fai at least tries now, that the mage focuses on the present and the life he's been gifted with.

Still, those dark whispers of a long lost civilization still lurk in the back of Fai's mind and creep forward when he is most vulnerable. Sometimes, something triggers them. Sometimes, they seem to come out of nowhere. Always, Kurogane knows that Fai needs a gentle hand to lead him back to the present.

Kurogane wakes and the first thing he notices is that the other side of the bed is empty. Next, he sees a figure at the window, pale as a ghost and still as a statue. Fai stares through the glass, eyes wide and fearful, hands trembling at his side.

Kurogane approaches him quietly. "Mage...? What's wrong?"

Fai gulps. He lifts one pale, scarred finger, and points outside. Wind howls and flurries of icy snow fall to the ground. The porch light of their rented little house reflects nearby snow, but beyond its reach is pitch black.

"I thought I saw—" Fai's eyes grow more wild, more frenzied. He licks dry lips and leans closer to the glass, his own reflection looking back at him.

Kurogane looks. He sees nothing.

He doesn't know what Fai thought he saw, though he has his guesses. He puts a hand on Fai's shoulder and tries to gently guide him away from the window.

"There's nothing there," He says softly.

"No, I saw him—!" Fai puts a hand to the glass, and perhaps its the cold or something else, but that seems to snap him out of it. Blue eyes flit around, like they're trying to catch a hummingbird or something more elusive, before finally lowering in resignation.

Kurogane leads Fai away from the window and Fai lets him. Kurogane sits the mage on the bed, turning for a moment to shut the curtain and hide the snowfall. There's a sliver where the curtains don't meet that allows a bit of light to fall into the room and illuminate Fai, who now holds his head in his hands.

"Hey," Kurogane kneels in front of him, places a steadying hand on Fai's knee to ground him to the present moment.

Fai's eyes, now looking exhausted, lift to glance at Kurogane. He shakes his head, pulls at his hair a bit and his eyes twist shut. "I swear," He says with a dry voice. "I thought—he was right there—"

"I know," Kurogane says reassuringly.

Fai blinks his eyes open to stare at his feet on the floor. "...But he wasn't there, was he?"

Kurogane doesn't answer, though that is answer enough.

Blue eyes lift to look once again at Kurogane, almost pleading. "Kuro-sama," He whispers, a good sign that he is returning to this time, this place. "What am I supposed to do when I can't even trust my own mind?"

Kurogane takes Fai's hands in his own and gently pries slender fingers from blond hair before they rip any strands out. "You don't have to," Kurogane says, now holding Fai's hands in his own. "I'll be here to bring you back."

Fai's lips twist in a wistful smile, trembling like he might cry. He holds it back though, and simply relishes in the feeling of his cold hands in Kurogane's warm hold. "I'm sorry," He whispers hoarsely. "For waking you."

"What're you apologizing for, idiot?" Kurogane asks. The teasing tone seems to lighten something in Fai's chest, some of the brightness of his eyes returning. "C'mon. Let's go back to sleep."

Fai nods. He lets Kurogane guide him, too weak—mentally—to do much of anything. Kurogane doesn't mind; he lies Fai down and tucks him under the covers. He lies down himself and opens his arms to Fai when the mage curls into him, seeking whatever warmth he can as his body remembers the bitter cold at the base of a tower.

And Kurogane gives him all that he can, as he always has and always will. He hopes that this will pass by morning, for Fai's sake. He also hopes that the next world they land in will be warm, a place where Fai can be warmed by sunshine almost as bright as he is.

#kurofai

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shyrose57 · 2 years

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Corrupt responsibility au, how do they gain Katherine? I imagine that she goes out into the forest, and meets a certain gnome(and wolves)

And after an hour or so of hanging out, she has to leave; Shrub goes and tells Xornoth all about the pretty cat fairy she just met and Xornoth is realizing he's just going to be adopting all of the Emporers because they're all teens....and probably traumatized to

Next time they meet, Shrub convinces Katherine to come see her home, and she agrees

Upon seeing its XORNOTHS castle, Katherine freaks out, she's asking Shrub all these questions and wondering if she was gonna die today; and Shrub just answers them all truthfully, kinda like these

[So...You're Xornoths ally? Kind of, more like his daughter or sister

so your royalty!? I guess so? But my brother Scott is ACTUAL royalty, same with Xornoth

So...youve helped in battles? Eh, that's more of Scott's thing, not mine...I help with plans! But sometimes I do

what about the rulers that have given missing? Oh! Xornoths adopted them, they live here now! Their parents where shit.....]

Katherine entires the castle, out if fear of what Shrub we do(even though she's very nice) and leading them back to the overgrown....and a mix if curiosity; as....wasn't this Rivendell?

What she expected was blood, bodys, and people begging for help.....she doesn't expect it to be this....CALM or pretty

It's filled with flowers and bushes, and some of this 'corruption' vines, but no blood; people aren't really that scared, they wave to Shrub and she just smiles back

Some kids feed the wolves, and it's rather peaceful; then Shelby leads ehr ti the castle and, what other choice does she have but to follow?

And Xornoth is just sitting down with about 7-8 adoption papers behind him on the wall(ranging from Shurbs to Jimmy's) and multiple empty ones in the binder beside him

And Katherine is so surprised to see Lizzie just chilling while reading a book beside her former(?) Enemy; while 2 orange haired people run across the hall, the latter holding a wand(?)

This isn't what she expected to see; not this, chaotic but calm place instead of a bloody merciless one

She also didn't expect to feel like she was being judged by a lovers parent when looking at Xornoth

Katherine's got a bit of a Tangled storyline, here! Living her whole life within the walls of the Overgrowth, and spending most of it hidden away within the castle, she's always felt stifled and hungry for something she doesn't know how to name. A wild flower forbidden to grow.

This feeling has been hers for as long as she can remember, just as it is the Overgrowth's, a resigned veil over her heart. Desperate, aching for....the wild.

The oldest blooms in the grounds whisper about it, when the queen sleeps her deepest, sharing word to the new buds. They sing of a world without consistent guides and rules of where to grow, a world where your thorns can grow jagged and strong, a world-

-without the queen. Beyond the walls.

Is it wrong that she wants it? Is it cruel to think of having it, knowing what it could cost? Despite the thoughts, the ache stays and stays, and the hunger grows.

She wonders what a forest feels like. She wonders what unfiltered water taste like. She wonders what's beyond the walls.

And one day, in their dying midst, the oldest flowers, they say go find out.

A dying wish curling in her chest and turned to desperate determination, an echo of their desire to be free once again turned to letting her taste it, if for but a moment.

Katherine slips her guards and runs.

Past the people, past the gate, past the walls. They shout, run after, try and catch her back.

And then her feet touch forest ground, and just like that, she's gone, swept up by trees, shrouded by magic, lost with a breathless laugh.

(The Wild will never give her back)

And then, one day, there's a wolf in the forest.

And with the wolf, comes a girl.

(Katherine has tasted freedom. Now she wants to tear into opportunity)

(Let them whisper of fairies, she's always preferred the fae)

#With Great Power AU #empires smp au #katherine elizabeth

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sinvyrin · 1 year

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death is a kindness

The rain came in sheets, but it did not wash away the stink of the dead nor the blood which stained the cobble roads that once shone like marble. There was no one to bury them. Too many were dying now, either gone mad from withdrawal or killing each other for a taste of arcane magic to sustain themselves.

The corpses had all been picked clean of magic and coin alike, but Sinvyrin clawed through them as desperately as a vulture. His shaking hands fingered through squelching pockets; tears streaked down his face from the stench and he retched every time he dared to pull a breath. He found no coin, no mana, not even arcane dust. As he pulled away, his fingers snatched at the feeling of something cold and narrow, hidden away in a torn breast pocket: a key.

It was stupid to feel hope. He did not know what the key went to, or even who the corpse was, but it did not matter. To a dying man, hope could look like anything. Yesterday hope looked like a dry bed; tomorrow it might look like a knife.

Today it looked like an old silver key on a leather thread.

ii.

He practiced smiling in the mirror over and over again. He leaned in close, touching the curves of his mouth, his jaw; he looked at it from different angles and distances. He practiced for so long that his face ached, but he still persisted. His clothing was clean and his hair was washed and brushed, but none of it would matter if he couldn't play the part.

The man in the mirror could not look like he was starved or poor. He could not look like he would kill. The man in the mirror had to act like a prince, with a confidence that bore no question. He must look like a man who belonged to a silver key.

Sinvyrin only stopped looking when he could no longer recognize himself in the silvered glass any longer. He touched the center of his chest where he felt the weight of the key swinging from around his neck and allowed himself to hesitate no further.

He took to the east end of Silvermoon where the tall gilded gates ensured the mana-starved citizenry would be out of sight from the estates of the noble houses. His heart beat like a drum when he approached it, but there was no hesitation: the gates parted. The way opened for him. Behind him, the shadows of the dead faded into nothing.

Sinvyrin smiled and smiled.

iii.

Lord Chaus Fai opened the doors to the Deadwood Estate. He was expecting news of his missing courier, gone some two weeks past after he sent him for their monthly rations of mana crystals before they began their journey to join Kael'thas like the rest of his house. What he found was a tall elf with olive-colored skin who stepped inside before Chaus could protest, offering a deep flourish of a bow.

Chaus was not the sort of man to fear anything within the boundaries of his own home, but he took a step back and raised his eyebrows. “And you are?” He asked.

Sin drew himself up to his full height again. His heart screamed with terror; his smile was charming and calm, cool as the ocean tide. “I am Sinvyrin, my lord,” he said, his voice sounding saccharine. “And I have come to offer you a proposition.”

Chaus watched him with all the interest of a mouse who had scampered into the den of a lynx. Trapped in his estate as he was -- as they all were to shelter themselves from the claws of the mana-addled commoners -- this man with his cheshire grin was the most fascinating thing to enter his parlour in months. “And what proposition is that?” He asked, his voice as quiet as a sword sheathed in silk.

Sin wanted to scream and run. He was going to die. This man would kill him. He would turn him in to the guards, they would throw him into the stockades, rend the mana from his body like blood--

He lifted from his bow, the dark curls of his hair casting about his shoulders as he stepped closer to the sin’dorei. “Why, my lord,” he said, with the guileless charm of a desperate man. “I will give you a chance at what everyone in these gilded gates wants now.

“I will give you freedom.”

Lord Chaus Fai was not a foolish man.

He had not been a fool when the Sunwell fell and the servants of Kael’thas came to him, seeking loyalty. He knew when to bend a knee and when to hold a dagger behind his back. Indeed, he had been taught his whole life the value of knowing when to bet and when to fold. He knew that soon -- very soon -- Silvermoon would no longer be safe for him.

He knew what was coming.

So when a man with a cheshire smile and a heart beating as hard as a bird in flight came to his door, it was not so hard for him to see a younger version of himself. How charming, Chaus thought, to think that he is clever.

And yet -- it was working. The stranger had placed his bet, raised the stakes, and the Lord stood there and wondered just what he was holding in his cards. Chaus could not help his smile.

iv.

“You're nervous.”

Chaus did not look away from the courtyard where the armies of Kael’thas were preparing. The air was thick with the acrid scent of fel and the tension of the coming battle. Sinvyrin stepped alongside him, but he did not look at the soldiers; his green eyes followed the ill-fitting lines of Chaus’ uniform. When Chaus did not respond, Sin pressed his hand to the small of the other elf’s back -- a brief, fleeting ghost of a touch. “They don't let commanders die, Chaus.”

When Chaus looked back at him, Sin was startled to find an expression he did not expect: a strange and morose distance that sat heavy in his eyes. “Isn't that what should concern you?” He asked Sinvyrin. “That these men should fall while we remain.”

Chaus turned away and looked back over the courtyard as Sin’s hand slipped away from his spine.

He did not understand, and by the time he did, it would be too late: when Arthas spilled their blood across the cold earth of Northrend. He knew then there would be no victory.

Sin was clever. It's what he told himself as he ran from battle with Chaus in his shadow and left the armies to die. He repeated it as they hid in narrow cliffside caves, or slept in abandoned barrows with those few who escaped. Sin was clever. He survived the death of the Sunwell. He stole and killed and bartered and begged. He fought through hell. They would live. They would live.

Their numbers dwindled, one by one. Arthas was the wolf that did not tire.

It was two weeks later when the scourge found them for the last time that Sinvyrin truly understood. Soldiers were allowed to die. Soldiers were not dragged in shackles to the Lich King’s throne. Soldiers were not given the gift of suffering.

Sin understood now: death was a kindness.

vi.

Chaus stood on the balcony of the Blood Quarters. The sounds of revelry and combat mixed in equal parts, mingling in the air until it all sounded sickly. The Ebon Knights had breached the Citadel, but blood still flowed in the halls of the San'layn.

Sinvyrin said nothing. The players were new, but the dance was the same. Perhaps it would end differently, but it mattered little now; the look in Chaus’ eyes was hollow and empty. He stood beside him and looked down upon his kindred and knew that none of them would live.

“We could run,” Sin whispered, though he knew the answer.

Chaus did not speak it. He turned his dead gaze upon the other man, devoid of anything Sin recognized. He lingered there too long, like a shadow cast by a fading candle, until he turned away -- from Sinvyrin, from the balcony and the battle that would surely come.

Sin stayed, pretending that he saw something in Chaus’ eyes that was never there.

vii.

The snow was stained with rotten blood. Sin held Chaus against his chest, but there was so little remaining that he felt weightless. How foolish it was, Sin thought, to give one’s heart to anything that could ever be destroyed so easily. To love something that could be reduced to blood-stained snow.

He clutched the corpse against him until he felt the last breath leave Chaus' body, until the ribs fractured and crushed in his arms. Until there was nothing left but a miserable pile of flesh.

In the distance behind him, the Citadel began to fall.

#wow: sinvyrin #moon guard #wyrmrest accord #world of warcraft #world of warcraft rp

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fangirlinglikeabus · 1 year

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been having wifi problems lately and limited access to tumblr so here’s me vomiting all my notes on the shadow of weng-chiang into one post. for posterity.

...they could have parked right next to another car if they wanted to swap vehicles, or they could have run off into the darkness. Why didn’t they?’ ‘And where did they go?’ The Doctor strolled around in a small circle, peering alternately at the ground and the sky. ‘Hyperspace?’ He stopped and shot her a look. ‘That wasn’t very funny.’

don't listen to him, romana. i thought it was funny

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The Doctor and Romana sat in a small coffee shop, with K9 out of the way under the table.

question: how did they sneak k-9 in in the first place

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The Doctor shook his head. ‘I can’t hear a thing. Probably a mimes’ convention.’

not to be mean but this does feel too try hard in trying to get the fourth dr's voice

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A woman in a plain red skirt and top followed him.

i'm sorry, but i refuse to believe romana's worn anything plain in her life

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so many good things in the arrest scene...'we're just sort of passing through shanghai, in a very temporal sense'...romana's amusement at giving her full name...'it was as if she were going along purely as a favour' when romana is led off

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was that a chinese eating dogs joke from the doctor? I Don’t Like That

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She shook her head; there was plenty of time for life later. After her debt was repaid.

bet you anything this lady's gonna die at some point

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'Why don’t we try making short hops in the TARDIS – spatial only. Then perhaps we can triangulate a source for this.’ The Doctor thought about that, then shook his head. ‘No, I have a better idea; we’ll make a few short spatial hops in the TARDIS and try to triangulate the source of this.’ Romana gave him a bland look. ‘I refuse to let you bait me like that,’ she muttered under her breath.

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She had always been rather highly strung, but he didn’t mind since she was an excellent cook.

this does NOT endear me to li

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They would travel again, he was sure, once this business was finished. Then he would never be apart from her again. Every time they parted, he was secretly terrified that he would lose her, and so he went on the more dangerous trips himself. He didn’t fear death half as much as he feared loss.

oh these guys are definitely going to die part 2

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kwok and hsien-ko are like evil nick and nora charles/william powell and myrna loy according to li. obsessed with that comparison?

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The car turned and the grey rock of a quarry stretched out below them. The Doctor perked up. ‘A quarry! How very interesting!’ He paused. ‘It looks a lot like Skaro, actually. Or the land outside the Capitol...’

quarry jokes my beloved

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one of the other characters has very rapidly developed a crush on romana...cheers bro i'll drink to that

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Besides, I don’t think Hsien-Ko’s that keen on killing, which makes a nice change. I wish I could say the same about her man.’ ‘Typical male?’ she asked archly. ‘I don’t know. Anyway, after Xanxia, then Vivien Fay...It must be something to do with political correctness.’ ‘Political correctness?’ ‘Hmm. It’s a general feeling that discrimination is all right so long as it’s done by groups who were discriminated against earlier.’ ‘I see; tit for tat. Very childish.’

i. do not like this conversation. and it feels so contrived to link female villains back to political correctness in this conversation anyway??

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could've done without the implication that romana got groped

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According to K9’s internal chronometer, and cross-referencing with past data, the Doctor and Romana would be locked up by now, and would doubtless soon call for his assistance.

lmao he knows them so well

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K9 knew that the Doctor wouldn’t appreciate his killing these men, so he restrained himself to a stun level as usual, and started firing.

loving the implication that if it weren't for the doctor k-9 would be a killing machine

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She had met the original at home on Gallifrey, where it had become quite a celebrity

vital k9 lore just dropped

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K9 had been slowly climbing the steps to the South Gate of Heaven for several hours.

lmao i'd forgotten about him in all the action. you go little buddy!!

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i do like li and woo seeing each other and li realising that he knows this guy. li's death scene in general i was unexpectedly invested in?

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actually quite liked the end of that one! i don't think david a mccintee is the strongest of dw writers (sometimes he states character emotions rather bluntly in a way that doesn't work for me) but it had some compelling action, i (mostly) liked the dr/romana/k9 interactions, it's always nice when romana i crops up in the eu because she does so comparatively rarely, and if nothing else it felt like more of an EFFORT was made with the chinese characters than in the story it's a sequel of (even if, again, we all could have done without that eating dogs joke)

#laura reads dw books #laura reads the vmas #inserting a read more bcos it got a LOT longer than i expected

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Here's a rough outline of the contents of the 3 protagonists and 3 main characters (At first, I want background to be brown. Why is it red? Also, Danny is the green light ball and Homura is the purple light ball).

※※Other characters belong to their respective owners and original creators except Punch Whalen.

From this Announce4: Link I already explained the main light path story, dark path story and shadow path with 3 main characters that who 3 main characters are.The other 3 main characters will play the roles of the protagonist on each path as the leader, Syaoran, Peter and King Gilgamesh. This Illustration show describes the beginning of the concept of the 6 main characters' adventure.

Syaoran Tsubasa: Path as protagonist started before season1. Starting by Syaoran chose to do what he did not do back then to move forward and saved Sakura. Even Syaoran knew that will take much of the burden and the sin that he thought that not be forgiven like Fai's fate changed and Kurogane's fate changed, but these two still said to him as the family that it is not your fault and to take all responsibility for them on to your own is a bit arrogant. (Same content of Tsubasa chronicle vol 26 chapter 203)

Sonic Crowe: Path as the main character started in season 7. Starting by Sonic decided to come with Syaoran's group and desired to find his last family, his brother. He finally got his memory in the past back and got rid of his curse, the Dark Sonic. Sonic finally know the truth that this world or any world, doesn't have real freedom or a real happy ending for everyone or saving everything. What a foolishly ideal he is. Everything was cruel, but Sonic still believe that there was still a way to change things for the right, but how?(Hint: Sonic's curse(As Vaten Hörmulegt) was sealed by Punch Whalen from season11.)

Peter Pendragon: Path as protagonist started around before season1 and season9. Starting with the sword was chosen Peter Pan by Aruku, who resides in the Sword, and gave the purpose of assisting chosen Hero in fulfilling his destiny as the true king Arthur appropriate to will use the Real sword Caliburn. Aruku told Peter to find 2 spirits to create the Real sword Caliburn but needed to go outside the world. The first time that Peter leaves Neverland with Tinkerbell. Also, the wish that Peter wanted to meet Punch again.

Punch Whalen: Path as the main character started in season11(Chapter1 Secret Truth of the Past). Starting by Punch decided to change the fate of the end of the world, save Yesudas, go with Enkidu and want to know about King Gilgamesh. Punch lost her other personality in season10(Chapter2 Fake World), and Punch wanted to find that personality, she believes that personality was already born as her other self. But don't know why that memory of King Gilgamesh always comes to her every time. And so she believes that Golden king is her other self.(Hint: That Super yellow look like Sonic is Punch Whalen’s half true identity.)

_____ Gilgamesh: Path as protagonist started in season 7(Chapter1 Secret Truth of the Past(Gilgamesh’s Journal)).Starting after losing Enkidu Gilgamesh fell into darkness. Enkidu, who held power equal to his own, died and hit Gilgamesh hard. Tormented by the fear of “death,” Gilgamesh set out on a journey to the underworld, seeking immortality. Gilgamesh got the immortality and was told by Homura that Gilgamesh already had immortality by the power inside him, the power of creation that is also the part of the god of nothingness. Gilgamesh decided to change the fate of the end of the world and stop the god of darkness.(Same content some of them in Epic of Gilgamesh)(Hint: Gilgamesh was rescued by Punch Whalen when the Babylonian era fell.)

Danny Phantom: Path as the main character started in season11(Chapter2 Shadow Path(Butterfly Effect)). Starting by Danny decided to pay for his freedom and becomes Enkidu's peon after Danny finds the truth that Homura already knew Danny for a long time and failed to save him. But before that Homura did fail to save her best friend, Madoka. She went back in time, saved her again and again, without end. Until one day, her world was destroyed by Bete Noire. Homura lost everything only she was alive. As a family, he can't let Homura alone and felt despair that's why he wants to live once more time.

There will be a Prologue story for each of the 3 protagonists and 3 main characters later.(Let me be honest here, at first, Sonic and Gilgamesh aren't in my mind at all because they are already famous in both games and movies. But again, I found something interesting in their characters and they can connect to the story that I made. (Because I created Tsubasa of Phantasia, I finally like them, especially King Gilgamesh))

You're probably wondering why we didn't do it season by season. Because one story is very long. It's as simple as writing 4000 years of history (because I included games, movies, history, and others mixed into one) and only thinking about writing about one human life for 80 years or one year and 365 days, that is a very long time. Plus, it's not enough to finish the compilation in time. And if I don't You don't know that the story doesn't focus on a single protagonist.

😫 Alright, I will give you a hint about study these characters and how you know their personality basics. If you want to know Punch as a human with 2 personalities (will appear in Path of the Shadow light: Season 8(Story of Daily Life) before meeting Danny), go watch The Garden of Sinners, known in Japan as Kara no Kyoukai. Shiki show some of similar to Punch but not the same. Syaoran, watch Tsubasa chronicle,xxxholic and Tales of Phantasia(About the tree and system battle even HP and TP)(Find free time to watch BBC Merlin tv series, they are connected ). As Peter pan, watch Disney peter pan first, next play the legend of Zelda, and study link characters (especial Ocarina of time). As Danny, watch Danny Phantom again and find more information about Enkidu, they are connected. As Sonic, the basis is taken from Sonic X so watch Sonic X(Watch in japan country not in 4kid version). As Punch(again) and Gilgamesh, a basic study is in the game Fate extra ccc. Try to collect secret garden and you will know it. I suggest you find some time to read BLACK HOLE, einstein's universe, dimension, alien and dimension, steve jobs, universe, heart of nature(Like “Walden” by henry david thoreau ) and also watch The Matrix(1999), I, Robot(2004) and study more about jackie chan art martial.(To know story outline of Tsubasa of Phantasia)

JPN: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/101649952

#sakuraswordly #tsofph #tsubasa of phantasia #tsubasa of phantasia concept #concept draft #fanstory #design analysis #syaoran tsubasa #chester burklight #sonic crowe #tsofph peter pan #tsofph gilgamesh #enkidu #tsofph Danny phantom #punch whalen

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libidomechanica · 2 months

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #204 texts #ballad

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completeoveranalysis · 2 years

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Ashura’s whole thing aside, one thing I think is interesting is that Ashura shows everyone Fai’s past as a calculated inverted coup de grâce. He’s trying to force everyone’s feelings, to make them hate him, to make Fai willing to kill Ashura out of anger, out of desperation, out of despair.

Even aside from the fact that he has critically misread Fai to THIS degree, I love how badly he’s misjudged Kurogane too, who a) doesn’t agree with the ethics of finding out someone’s past against their will (as shown in Recourt), but B) doesn’t care about Fai’s past, as he said in Acid Tokyo.

Ashura thinks he’s won, but instead he’s earning Kurogane’s well deserved rage instead. And I think it’s worth noting that Kurogane doesn’t fly into instant violence here, because he both knows better and isn’t that kind of man anymore. Instead he takes in all the information presented to him and points out all the holes in the narrative.

He never says a single word against Fai’s apparent choices, or his role as a double agent, his original mission to kill Kurogane. Kurogane never wavers from Fai, despite Fai desperately fearing it - desperately thinking he DESERVES it. But Kurogane would never, and instead he knows what Ashura is trying to do, figures it out, and points it out to Fai even as he defends him. He plays into the situation to SAVE Fai, once again, and no memories forcibly shared with him would ever change his mind, even if they had been true.

After all, what does Ashura really show of Fai’s past except a scared and tortured child trying his best to survive - which is Kurogane’s own backstory too?

ANOTHER thing I love is that at this point in the story we’ve been maneuvered into only having part of our original cast left. We’re down Syaoran, and Sakura, Mokona is mostly restricted to the sidelines - and while Lava Lamp is here, he’s been put out of action. That means this arc was always meant to be purely focused on Fai and Kurogane - and specifically Fai AND Kurogane, together, as their storylines are so inseparable and so tightly wound around each other.

I just really like that it’s THIS. It’s SERESU of all places. It’s not about Sakura, or Syaoran, or Lava Lamp, or anything else at all. This is purely Fai and Kurogane, what they mean to each other, and how their love will change the course of the tragedy that is Fai’s entire existence.

And like. This SHOULD be a conflict. It’s what Evil Wolverine has planned for, for Fai’s whole life.

It’s what Ashura wants too.

It’s what WOULD have happened if they weren’t truly and deeply in love.

If their entire existence hadn’t been changed by the other’s presence. If they hadn’t fought for each other and chosen each other over fate again and again.

Their story was constructed for them; they were supposed to be each other’s fated arch nemesis, arranged a hundred years before they even met, but they fell in love instead and changed the entire pattern of the future because of it.

#I will just never get over this #That this CORE of the story #is about two men falling in love #against all odds #and changing the entire universe for the better because of it #Tsubasa catch up chronicle #Tsubasa #Catch Up T159 #Catch Up Seresu #It's the narrative I never could have DREAMED of #It's the narrative we DESERVE #It's the narrative THEY deserve!#Kurofai

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myfaveisfuckable · 4 months

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Sean:

On the outside he looks like any other normal dude, usually quiet and chill. On the inside he stays behind at school on purpose (because of his crappy home life) and talks to his mop, Mr broom. One of my fave quotes of him "Mr broom and I have plenty of great conversations together!". That's kinda.. all I gotta say? But dw Sean I talk to inanimate objects too <3

Philip:

Ok I might be taking this a bit literally? But basically, he's an alien but he can't let anyone know that, so he hides who he truly is by literally masking himself to be an ordinary human like anyone else by shapeshifting, due to the fear of being bullied and experimented on. However he doesn't even know he's alien, he just thinks there's something wrong with him (neurodivergent/queer allegory go brrr). When he IS revealed to be an alien in front of his friends they all get scared and unintentionally make him feel judged even further. Also his alien species apparently did something evil in the past? And then the entire specie got killed, except for Phillip lol. He's also canonically autistic <3

#poll #tournament

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tumbirus · 2 years

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Good Evening, Happy Gandhi Jayathi of India.This is a bi-annual :the recalling of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi on October 2and January 30 . Columnists public intellectuals, politicians and activists contribute to a 24-hour cycle of Gandhi-,ism .The critics of Gandhi are equally active ,ensuring that his ideas and he are problematised.once these fay pass,it is back to work usal,unless ,of course ,there is some utilitarian need to recall the old man. The words that appear in bold letters when we think of Gandhi are 'truth',and 'non -Violence',.Critics will argue that this comes from the myth created around him and that he had no copyright on these expression.As true as that is ,the pre-\eminance of these ideas in Gandhi's discourse and work is unqustanable.In the Indian subcontinent ,we often struggle with the intimate vco -existence of critique and learning .we belive on nullifies the other.The reality ,on the other hand,is that they need one another for any constractive movement .Hence both hangiography and villainsation are self-defeating .With regards to truth and non -Violence',it can be said without doubt that the intellectual , emotional and physical processes that Gandhi put in place were truly unmatched .This is the most fascinating aspect of his personal and public journey . I constantly heard people speak of our times as the era of post -truth .But I did not know it meaning until I repeatedly came across its usage .post -truth is a state where habits,feelings and implementations -rather than facts-are far more influential in shaping public opinion.This means that it is also easier to manipulate people .Many are convinced that post -truth is today the dominant influencer.The inference is that,in the past ,it was not so ;atlest not to this extent b.I beg to disagree .post -truth has always been the way we have functioned as a social species'.what we belive ,trust,fear,love ,or malign are not determined by facts,detailed analysis or data .They are almost baleays born out of emotions generated from embedded social practices .In upon ,...cou (at Mumbai, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjOGzbAh9CK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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timelesslords · 3 years

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surprise! Under Freezing Stars Chapter 31.5

Remember how on monday I said there might be a surprise with the regular update? Well this is it! I had a feeling people were going to want to see this particular scene play out and since Annabeth wasn’t conscious for it I gave writing from Percy’s perspective a go. It didn’t quite fit in the main narrative and I didn’t want to deviate from Annabeth’s perspective in the main fic, so I’m only posting it on tumblr as a bonus scene.

This takes place immediately after chapter 29 but you should read it after you read chapter 31. The scene is below the cut to avoid accidental spoilers. Enjoy!

For a few horrifying moments, Perseus thought that he’d been too late.

He should have never turned his head when the jar broke, never let Annabeth go off without him. By the time he’d realized she was gone, stumbling forward like some invisible force was compelling her, she was already too far to hear his broken warnings.

He’d barely managed to grab her, to jolt her eye line from the worst of the goddess’s form, before she’d collapsed.

Perseus caught her before she could hit the ground, but those scarce moments it took to lower her to the floor and check her pulse were some of the most terrifying of his life.

His own heart seemed to skip several beats before he confirmed that hers was still beating, however weakly. Her breathing was shallow, her eyes closed. Perseus had gotten there in time, but she was going to slip away if he didn’t do something, and fast.

He already knew what she needed. He’d known from the second she’d collapsed.

The dust was still settling, but he could hear the desperate calls of the others from across the split he’d made in the floor. The earthquake had been an accident, and he still had no idea how the others had made it in the cavern at all, but right now he didn’t care about either of those things.

“Fai!” he called out, coughing as falling dust caught in his lungs.

Fai had the nectar. Fai could save her.

It would come at a cost, a steep one. There was something unbearable in knowing he was taking the choice out of Annabeth’s hands, but there wasn’t a way around it, not if she wanted to live. He was fully aware that she might hate her for it, but right then, watching her life force slip away with each unsteady beat of her heart, Perseus didn’t care.

She could hate him forever, never speak to him again, as long as she was alive. And if the others had a poor reaction…

Perseus steeled himself. He had Riptide. There was no water nearby, but he could cause another earthquake if he had to. Gods knew he was desperate enough to, even after how much energy the last one had expended.

Over the past week he’d come to consider these people his friends. He even cared for Piper, who he was fairly sure hated him. He didn’t want to fight them, and he prayed he wouldn’t have to— but he wouldn’t let Annabeth die over something so asinine as Roman law either.

“Fai!” He called out again, his throat still burning from the dust he’d inhaled before. He was starting to panic now, terrified that Fai couldn’t hear him. He could carry Annabeth closer, but he couldn’t take her across the crevice he’d made in the ground, not by himself—

“Perseus!”

Relief washed through him, closely followed by dread. It had been Jason’s voice that had responded, not Fai’s. But Jason could still get over the gash in the floor.

“Help!” he screamed anyway, “Over here!”

Every second that passed before Piper and Jason stumbled out of the dust and darkness into view felt like an eternity, though it couldn’t have been more than a minute. There was barely even time for the shock to register on their faces before Fai and Hazel followed behind, Fai shifting back into his human form from some winged animal.

“Annabeth!”

Piper surged forward, but Perseus could only look at Fai, desperately searching for the leather pouch that Perseus knew he’d been carrying, that Fai had to be carrying. And it was there, strapped to Fai’s belt. Perseus almost cried in relief when he saw it.

“What the hell happened?” Jason asked. He was kneeling beside Annabeth, across from Perseus, two fingers on her wrist. His expression looked the same as it always did, hardened and neutral, though he couldn’t hide the shake in his voice or in his fingers.

“She looked, she looked when the jar shattered,” Perseus said, trying to ignore how his voice was shaking too, “She needs—“

“She looked?” Hazel cut in, horrified, “How is she still alive?”

“I blocked it, right before the end, but she— she—”

Perseus felt bile rise in his throat. He swallowed it down. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, but the words were sticking in his throat. Annabeth’s hand was starting to grow cold. He hadn’t even realized he’d been holding it.

“She what?” Piper asked, desperately. She was kneeling beside Jason. Perseus had no issue reading the fear that was spelled plainly across her face.

“She needs nectar. Right now,” he said, preemptive dread pooling in his stomach.

He knew he should be paying attention to Jason and Piper, that their reactions could make the difference in this moment, but Perseus found himself looking at Fai instead, silently begging him to understand.

Unlike Jason and Piper, Fai hadn’t kneeled down next to Annabeth. He was still standing, frozen almost, expression a mix of confusion and fear. He made no move to unfasten the nectar from his belt, and neither did Hazel, still standing next to him. She looked just as shocked.

“She can’t have nectar, she’ll die,” Piper said. Looking back down at her, Perseus was almost surprised to find bewilderment on her face. He’d expected anger, but maybe that would come once she understood. Jason didn’t react at all, or if he had Perseus hadn’t seen it.

“No, she won’t,” Perseus said. The words were coming easier now, maybe fueled by desperation, or maybe just because the initial seal had been broken. There was no going back now.

“She’s a half-blood. She’ll survive it— she needs it.”

“She’s mortal,” Jason said, somewhat forcefully.

“No, she’s not—” Perseus started, but he never got the chance to finish.

“Of course she is,” Piper insisted, “She is mortal, she’s said so a hundred times, why— why would you say that?”

Tears were starting to pool in Piper’s eyes. Jason was finally starting to look scared, or at least Perseus thought so. He’d never had much luck reading Jason’s emotions before, but he could at least tell that something in his expression had changed.

Perseus looked back down at Annabeth. Her chest seemed to rise less with each passing breath, and his own felt like it was shortening with it. He could sit here and argue with Jason and Piper all day and they still wouldn’t believe him— not without her word.

Or not without the whole truth.

There was no time to be delicate about it. He was going to have to tell them everything, explain everything.

He made a silent apology to Annabeth before speaking again.

“Because she lied to you,” he said, looking back up, “She thought her mother was Minerva, she didn’t see another choice. Can I have the nectar now, please.”

Perseus reached out desperately, ignoring the shock on Jason and Piper’s faces, but Fai still didn’t move. He was frowning, confused.

“But Minerva—” Fai started, hesitating like he wanted to take a step back.

“That’s not possible,” Jason cut it, shaking his head, “Minerva, she can’t—”

Perseus bit back a curse. That had been the wrong move, the wrong calculation. They all clearly understood the implication of what Perseus had just said, and it seemed to be bothering them exactly as much as Annabeth had predicted. He wished more than anything that Annabeth was here and awake— she would have known exactly what to say, which risks to take and which secrets to hold back. But if she were awake, Perseus wouldn’t be in this gods forsaken mess in the first place.

He felt his hand not holding Annabeth’s tighten around Riptide.

“No,” Piper said, shaking her head violently, “No, she can’t be, that’s— that’s insane. You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying,” Perseus said, finally standing, Annabeth’s limp hand falling out of his. It almost physically hurt to let it go, but they were out of time. He held out his free hand to Fai, the other still gripping the hilt of his sword.

“Give me the nectar. Now.”

Something in Perseus’s expression must have been convincing, because Fai gulped, his hand shakily moving towards the pouch still fastened to his belt. Hazel just watched, her expression blank and unreadable, though her eyes followed the movement of Fai’s hand, her sword steady by her side.

“No,” Piper said, standing now too, putting herself between Perseus and Fai. Her knife was in her hand, still bloodied from the previous battle, “You can’t give that to her, she’ll die.”

Fai stood, paralyzed, the pouch of nectar still in his hand. Perseus couldn’t bear to look down at Annabeth again, to know if he was already out of time.

Perseus considered telling Piper that Annabeth had already had it, but he had a feeling that would just make matters worse, add more confusion to the already chaotic scene. Instead he took a deep breath, trying to push down the insistent panic in his throat.

He didn’t know what to say to Piper, but he didn’t have to. Jason said it for him, standing up just like the rest of them.

“She’ll die without it, Piper,” Jason said. His voice was tight, expression unreadable once more, but he seemed to have made his own calculation, and he’d decided that trusting Perseus was their only hope of getting Annabeth out of here alive.

“Not like that, though,” Piper said, her voice wavering. She was looking back down at Annabeth, tears finally streaming down her cheeks. “You said mortals can’t drink it, you said they’d— they’d burn, she can’t die like that, she can’t—”

“Or she won’t die at all,” Jason countered. He was looking at Perseus, like he was trying to search for something. Perseus suddenly got the feeling that this was not as much news to Jason as it was to Piper.

“She’ll live. She needs it to live,” Perseus said, holding out his hand yet again.

Piper gave Perseus one last look, like she was still considering stabbing him right in the stomach. Then she allowed herself to be pulled away by Jason, her knife subtly confiscated seconds later. She almost seemed not to notice, still staring at Perseus.

Fai, still statue-like, suddenly came to life, handing the pouch to Perseus, who took it carefully and quickly. He lowered it to her mouth, cradling her head against his knees as he poured the golden liquid into her mouth, letting it trickle down her throat. There was still a mouthful left in the pouch when he finished, but he used more than maybe he should have. It was hard not to when she was so weak— so close to not breathing at all.

For a couple of agonizing seconds, nothing happened. Then Annabeth gave a shuddering gasp, color flooding back into her cheeks. Her eyes didn’t open, but Perseus could already see her breath returning more fully, could feel her heartbeat growing stronger beneath his fingertips.

Perseus almost choked on his relief. He half wanted to burst into tears— he could feel them rising in his throat, an uncomfortable lump forming there. But he couldn’t afford to lose control, not yet.

He looked up at Jason and Piper, still standing over the scene, still with Jason half-holding Piper back. Jason had a grim look of understanding on his face, Piper looked like something had broken inside of her.

“I don’t understand,” she muttered, tears shining in her eyes. They looked darker than Perseus had ever seen them, irises almost as black as her pupils.

“What did you mean before, when she said she thought her mother was Minerva?” Jason asked, his eyes finding Perseus again. They were steely blue as always, though something in them now felt more intense, like lightning about to strike.

Perseus considered lying, making something up to explain the discrepancy. But he had a feeling Jason wouldn’t take well to mistruths, and he had an even worse feeling that Jason would know if he was lying.

“She… she believed that for a long time. That’s why she didn’t tell you. But her mother isn’t Minerva at all, it’s— it’s Athena.”

Piper didn’t seem to comprehend his words at all, just stared at him with the same broken disbelief as before. But Perseus could see the subtle flashes of understanding in Jason’s expression.

“So she’s Greek-born. Like you,” he said.

“Yes,” Perseus confirmed, “Athena was different. The way she had children with mortals, it was different. No oath was broken.”

Greece was different too, Perseus thought to himself, bitterly. Even if it had been broken, they wouldn’t have killed Annabeth over it.

Jason gave him a strange look at Perseus’s words, one Perseus couldn’t quite decipher. But then it straightened, hardened. Formed back to the blank one Perseus couldn’t quite read, except that now he almost felt like he could see twinges of anger there, pressed beneath the surface.

“We need to get out of here,” Jason said, a clear indication that the conversation about Annabeth was over. Perseus couldn’t help but agree with the statement, even if Jason’s reaction worried him.

Piper still looked borderline catatonic. Hazel had a grim expression on, Fai still a shocked one.

Perseus had a distinct feeling that Annabeth’s fate wasn’t set yet, and that it wouldn’t be until she woke up. But for now, for right now, he didn’t care. She was alive, and he intended to keep her that way.

#percabeth #UFS

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" i'm trying so hard, but... i can't stop myself from falling in love with you. " - but it's kurogane saying it! because you know he tried to stop himself before deciding this was just his lot in life and it was time to wife that boy

I accidentally wrote a 5 page fic of Kurogane just being a lovesick idiot enjoy

They sit in silence after Tomoyo leaves them. Kurogane wants to yell at her a bit because what the hell is she playing at dressing the mage like that?! but it turns out that cutting off an arm is exhausting and he doesn’t have the energy to fight her. He does give her a glare as she exits the room and she winks back at him.

Tea is brought for them eventually and Fai carefully pours them each a warm glass. “How are you feeling?” Fai asks while handing Kurogane his cup, the first words spoken since he socked Kurogane upside the head.

Kurogane shrugs, a natural instinct that proves to be a mistake as pain shoots across his left side. Fai notices his wince and moves closer in concern, like he thinks Kurogane will need to be caught before fainting, but Kurogane waves him off. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

“And in pain,” Fai says. He almost sounds angry, but the sad look on his face betrays his tone.

“It’s not that bad,” Kurogane tells him instead. “As long as I don’t move too much.”

Fai regards the empty sleeve hanging at Kurogane’s side and the white bandages wrapped tightly around his chest. “You’re such… an idiot,” He says eventually. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“Thought I made it clear a while ago,” Kurogane responds, as easily as ever. “I’ll do anything to protect the people I love.”

Fai laughs, though it sounds more like a sob, and shakes his head. “If you love me then you’re even more of an idiot.”

“Trust me, I know,” Kurogane says. When Fai lifts his eye, Kurogane offers him a small smile just so the idiot doesn’t get the idea in his head that Kurogane is serious. Somehow, even for as upset as he is, it gets Fai to smile weakly as well. That gives Kurogane the encouragement he needs to continue. “Y’know mage, I’m trying so hard—I’ve been trying for a while, but…”

But…?

When did it start exactly? When did the annoyance towards the insufferable man sitting beside him turn into curiosity? When did he begin finding himself wanting to know more about him—when did he begin to care?

He can’t be certain but Outo springs to mind first. The moment Fai’s casual admittance that he wanted to die spiked anger in Kurogane. Anger not towards Fai, as Fai believed, but towards the mere idea of him going through with it. And the moment he saw the mage’s ribbon on the ground, no body to be seen as demons surrounded him and that anger returned like a tsunami wave engulfing him until he could barely see or breathe.

And the relief when he saw the idiot was actually alive. And the frustration at himself for feeling so relieved for someone that didn’t care about Kurogane or himself. Kurogane knew that it was pointless to let himself be interested in the mage; Fai was a liar that carefully kept them all at arms length and Kurogane had no idea who he would see when the mask finally fell.

But he didn’t want Fai to die. As grating as Fai could be, Kurogane wanted him to stick around. He didn’t care about Fai’s past, but he wanted to understand him more. He wanted to know what he liked—liquor, music, cooking, annoying Kurogane, cats, dogs?—and what he disliked—hangovers, waking up early, pickles, personal questions, green tea. He wanted to understand what had Fai so guarded, what had him so afraid, and he wanted Fai to understand that he could let the walls down every now and then, that Kurogane would protect him from whatever he was running from.

And then Yama, Piffle, Lecourt, seeing those walls break down brick by careful brick. Feeling the strength of Fai’s magic for the first time as it engulfed them, the sheer power of it suffocating and brilliant. And Kurogane felt a brief spark of hope that maybe, maybe, Fai was beginning to learn that caring wasn’t such a bad thing.

And then the fear that came with the weight of Fai’s limp body in his arms, the way his blood fell like morbid tears and stained usually flawless skin. Kurogane had felt that once before as a child, the night his life was burned to ruins but he still refused to let his mother go. Kurogane also refused to let Fai go; he needed to feel the mage’s breath and heartbeat, no matter how weak. He needed to know with certainty that Fai was still alive.

It may have began earlier, but it was then that he realized that his minor curiosity had grown into something he couldn’t control or bury or pretend not to notice. In that moment, his worldview narrowed down until he could only see Fai, the noises around them dulled except for Fai’s wavering breath and weak voice, and suddenly anything else he’d ever wanted didn’t seem to matter. He made the wish and paid the price and bound himself to Fai, a man who would keep running seemingly forever.

Well then, to hell with Nihon—he could find a new home or wander around new worlds with Fai until the day he died. He could give up his own life, tear out his own heart, anything it would take to keep that idiot alive for one more day.

It was only after it was over and the price paid that Kurogane reminisced about his parents and realized that there was a word for what he was feeling.

“But I can’t stop myself from falling in love with you.”

Fai says nothing but the breath he takes is sharp enough to cut the stillness around them. Because sure, Kurogane loved him, he cared, they were friends after all. But to fall in love…

It was something he knew he shouldn’t feel as soon as he realized it. He knew he should avoid it. If he tried to pursue someone who did not want to be chased, it would only end in disaster.

And gods did he try to stop it before it reached that point. Kurogane had heard of heartbreak of course, through others lamenting the loss of their beloved or reading about it in books, but he’d never experienced it himself. He didn’t understand how such a feeling could overwhelm someone completely and scoffed at characters in stories that threw themselves from high windows or drank poison rather than live a day without their love.

But then he felt it, that hot knife of rejection stabbing him straight through the chest. Each cold word and hostile glare twisted the blade until he was certain his heart had been crushed to a gruesome, mangled mess, and yet there were still tender bits of it left for Fai to sink his claws into. And then Kurogane understood the windows and the poison and honestly, he’d rather cut off his other arm than ever experience that again.

But at least Fai was alive. At least he was there, and Kurogane would take the bitter pain and more for Fai. Only for Fai.

Kurogane chuckles to himself now, the entire thing so miserable it’s almost humorous. If the person he was before Tomoyo cast him away could see him now, he’d probably call himself a moron, just like those characters in the stories. Kurogane never knew one person could change him so much. “Even when you hated me, I couldn’t help it.”

Fai’s head falls forward and he digs the heel of his palm into his eye as if it could shove his tears back inside. His other hand trembles and fists his kimono so tightly, Kurogane is worried he’ll tear right through the silk.

“I never—hated you,” Fai gasps, shoulders trembling. Kurogane feels bad for making Fai cry—Fai’s cried a lot recently. It comforts Kurogane to hear the truth, though, and he thinks the mage needs it. He has about five lifetimes of tears built up. “I couldn’t. So I tried to make you hate me but—gods, even after all I did... how I treated you…! You still wouldn’t...”

Kurogane turns his body a bit so that he can reach Fai with his right hand. He ruffles Fai’s hair and the indignant squeak Fai lets out as his head is pushed down feels entirely worth it. “Guess we’re both idiots then,” Kurogane tells him quietly.

Fai peers up at him through his hair that Kurogane has made a mess of. His face is shining with tears, his cheeks splotched red and his eye swollen and Kurogane marvels that such a beautiful person could ever exist in the mortal world.

Fai weakly—playfully—swats Kurogane’s hand away and wipes his sleeve against his cheeks. Kurogane snorts, humored that the outfit Tomoyo carefully picked for Fai to wear for a very specific reason has been reduced down to a rag to dry his face. “I think Kuro-sama must be on all kinds of strange medicine,” Fai says with a fragile but honest smile. “He’s in such a good mood and saying all kinds of weird things.”

“Mm. Don’t expect to hear this shit when I wake up tomorrow,” Kurogane tells him with a nod. He’s still smiling though, smiling like a lovesick idiot with hearts in his eyes but damn it he’s been through too much and has almost lost Fai too many times to care about it now. Hearing the slightly teasing tone in the mage’s voice and seeing him here, alive and at Kurogane’s side, soothes his torn up heart and begins stitching the pieces back together.

Fai’s smile grows as well, the fragile edges chipping away and leaving behind a look of pure happiness Kurogane has never seen on him before. Fai reaches over, letting go of his own kimono to grab the empty sleeve of Kurogane’s. “I’m sorry,” He says. “And thank you. But never do something like this again.”

“Don’t almost get yourself killed again and I won’t have to,” Kurogane tells him, grinning.

Fai nods, still smiling. “Fine. You’ll live a long, long life with me by your side, Kuro-sama. I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

It’s probably the strangest proposal in the history of any world, but it’s one Kurogane is happy to accept.

#kurofai

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