#Journey Into the Wild Beyond
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The Journey Into the Wild Beyond - Introduction
In 2023, I ran my first full D&D campaign. K, a forever DM and the DM of three campaigns I play in, asked if I would be willing to run The Wild Beyond the Witchlight in place of one of those campaigns for a little while. The normal campaign is one we call Royal Flush, a 5th Edition D&D campaign set in a homebrew world where I play a Gunslinger Fighter who is an assassin for a holy order in the Erathis faith.
She’s actually really well-adjusted.
K needed a break from Royal Flush, and the current storyline allowed for that because we were visiting a town called Magewood that was hosting a coronation at the same time the Witchlight Carnival was in town. My character, Ana’leth Firebrook was following up on a lead and was conflicted because her younger sister was going to the Magewood Academy. She tries to keep her work life and home life separate, you see.
The pitch was simple: I would run Witchlight from the book, but tie it into the Royal Flush setting and K would be playing Elora Firebrook, aforementioned younger sister to my character. I would be running the game for five players: K and the Royal Flush players who would be playing new characters created specifically for this campaign. Our sixth player is on a hiatus for the game and wouldn’t be able to make this one either, but provided me with an NPC I could use.
I’d run games before. Typically one-shots or two-shots. A few months later in June, I would go on vacation with another of my D&D groups to play in person for the first time and run a one-shot there too. This would be my first long form campaign. Now, I figured K would want a few months break from Royal Flush but they and the rest of the group wouldn’t want to spend too much time away from our main game, so I’d run an abbreviated version of Witchlight.
I mean, it’s one campaign, Michael. What could it take? Ten sessions?
What Do You Mean Five Chapters?
So right away, I knew I was going to be making some changes to the campaign to get it to fit neatly into the setting and continuity of Royal Flush. I also like to make personal stories. I want to give player characters a reason for being there. Luckily, The Wild Beyond the Witchlight has a plot hook perfect for that: Lost Things
The basic premise is that the player characters all visited the Witchlight Carnival at some point in their past and snuck in without buying a ticket. Unbeknownst to them, doing so leaves you open to being stolen from by agents of the Hourglass Coven, three hags who pull the strings of the carnival. Now because these are hags and this is fey magic, it’s not as simple as getting your coin purse stolen. The things stolen could be nebulous concepts like a sense of direction, a sense of time, or even a name. The players are drawn back to the carnival some years later to find what they’ve lost and that’s where the game picks up.
I had my players, now I had to get them to create their characters. Since we already had one in the form of 15 year old academy student Elora, I decided to give them the prompt that all of their characters were students at the academy, and they could be of various ages, but teens to young adults were preferred, though given that some races age differently, the equivalent of teens would also work. Now let’s meet our player characters.
Elora Firebrook - 15 year old female half-elf Alchemist Artificer who lost a cherished stuffed animal.
Rhin - 8 year old female goblin Death Cleric who lost her artistic creativity.
Bjartur “Artie” Folur-Alfur - 75 year old male pallid elf Circle of Spores Druid who lost his sense of direction.
Hakewood - 18 year old male human Divination Wizard with a cool hat who lost his name.
Irlyhime “Early” Mystan - 17 year old female silver dragonborn Eldritch Knight Fighter who lost her sense of time.
When it came to the missing things, I wanted them to have a larger impact than what was described in the book. I think it gives an excellent start with a table you can roll on for your missing thing or pick your own, but I wanted to go deeper than the surface description. What does losing these things do to a person? How does it impact their life?
Strangely, the easiest to start with was Hakewood. He only had his last name, he didn’t know his first. It wasn’t a simple matter of forgetting the name and replacing it with another, the entire concept of the young man having a first name was lost to him. I described his entry papers for the academy either having ink spilled over the first name or no first name field existing on the paper at all. Early on, the rest of the party would try to recall his name and couldn’t, so they tried giving him one but nothing came to mind. Hakewood was just Hakewood, even to his family.
Rhin lived in a world of muted colors and rote tasks. She liked the newest season of the Simpsons, water without any ice, and dirt. Her only passion was for dead things, and Death Cleric kind of lent itself to ‘goth’ anyway. She was a loner, people thought she was weird, and she had long bangs that covered her eyes.
Artie couldn’t tell North from South. He got lost often, he’d forget where he came from and where he was going, and he required a sort of service animal to get to his classes. This service animal took the form of a white furred fox named Little Friend. Artie wasn’t just physically directionless, he’d also have trouble finding a path in life.
Early was another that sounded simple at first. She’d lose track of time often, never knew what time of day it was, and couldn’t tell you how old she was if she didn’t have it written down. Seconds could seem like hours, days like minutes, weeks like years. She also didn’t know how long she had been at the academy, nor did anyone else. Some thought she’d always been there. She worried that if she got her sense of time back, she’d find out she was much older than she appeared and possibly become old age, or even die.
So with all of those lost things being so existential, why did K pick a stuffed animal for Elora? Well, they didn’t. I picked it for them.
Picking on the DM
Maybe it’s just me, but when my forever DM friend asks me to run a campaign they can play in, I feel an obligation to make the experience as memorable for them as possible. And since they were playing the little sister of my character from their game, I felt an intense obligation to pick on them.
I was already taking creative liberties with the Witchlight story, so I asked for permission to take some liberties with Royal Flush canon. I wanted to be vague, but because of a certain thing, I had to show my hand on one thing. K basically gave me free reign to do whatever, knowing that I wouldn’t do anything too drastic.
So I killed Ana’leth.
This made no sense because we would be continuing Royal Flush after Witchlight, and where we left off, there was no way Ana’leth could be dead. However, the morning of the Witchlight Carnival, Elora got a letter from her sister’s temple. She knew what this letter was. She was warned this letter might come someday. This was likely a letter informing her that her sister fell in battle. So Elora had a lot on her mind, but she was afraid to open the letter, so she went to the carnival with the letter in her pocket.
She didn’t remember the stuffed animal. She knew she’d lost something, but she didn’t know what it was. But she would learn the importance of it soon enough, because that stuffed animal was the last gift her older sister gave her before she left home for training when Elora was only five years old.
This would be an ongoing thread through the game that would take a few twists and turns and not really have a payoff until Chapter 4. We’ll get there.
We’ve got the setting, we’ve got the players, now we need a story. Not just a story, an epic story. What’s the difference?
Presentation!
Luckily for me, The Wild Beyond the Witchlight has a good story already, and because most of it takes place in a little pocket of the Feywild, I didn’t have to make too many changes to get it to fit into the Royal Flush canon.
The Witchlight Carnival travels around the multiverse, offering fun, games, and prizes. It’s also closely linked to a Domain of Delight in the Feywild called Prismeer. I love fey myths and depictions in fiction. All of it from the cute and whimsical to the horror-themed stuff, and Witchlight offers a little bit of everything. The main villains are the Hourglass Coven who have taken over Prismeer by overthrowing its ruler, the archfey Zybilna.
The Hourglass Coven would be easy. Not many changes there. I divided the Lost Things up between the hags, then read up on their personal domains, personalities, and abilities. They consist of toad-like swamp hag Bavlorna Blightstraw, the doll-like Skabatha Nightshade, and the skeletal four-armed theater hag Endelyn Moongrave.
The first major change I made was actually regarding Zybilna. This is where the major spoilers come in, so this is your final warning for that. Zybilna has a long and storied past full of different identities. This plays heavily into who she is, her motives, and will influence how the party feels about her.
Much of this doesn’t really come out until Chapter 5 where the party is supposed to go through Zybilna’s palace learning about her past to eventually free her. We’ll get to Chapter 5 and my thoughts on how the book presents Zybilna, but I wanted to weave more hints about Zybilna’s true nature earlier in the story to make the party question whether she was good for Prismeer or not. I also wanted them to put together the mystery of her identity on their own rather than just being told near the end of the game.
The other major component of my campaign was giving the players a choice about how they dealt with the world. Witchlight is absolutely a campaign you can murder your way through or go for a full pacifist route. I wanted my players to have that option clearly presented from the start, especially because they were playing young students and not adventurers.
The campaign that followed surprised me. Not just in how much it challenged me creatively, but in how my players interacted with the world. We had many laughs and shed many tears along the way, and it’s an experience I’ll be thinking about for years to come.
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Did you know that Nobuhiko Okamoto voices both Genya and Himmel?? Because I did *not*
I thought it was funny so my hand slipped
#I know that it’s not that Genya can’t use swords but breathing but eeeeh you get me#ok but the point is that Nobuhiko Okamoto voice range is so wild#and it’s funny see him play a dead-wife for once#I love himmel guys#but yeah as you know Genya owns my brain#so here I come with another crossover nobody asked for#genya shinazugawa#himmel#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#frieren: beyond journey's end#sousou no frieren#demon slayer fanart#kny fanart#kny#my art
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something that bugs me about Frieren is that the adventure of the Hero Party to slay the Demon King famously took 10 years... what about the return trip....?
#sousou no frieren#frieren: beyond journey's end#frieren at the funeral#haven't written anything down but I'm trying to make a mental timeline#girl the math isn;t mathing#yeah sure the way back could be shorter bc Mr. Hero Completionist solved everything but surely travel alone would take some years??#even if the manga made it look like they had a cart all the way from the north to back#also 10 years can't include the return trip already bc just making it to the goddess monument took 7#unless they made it to Ende and back in 3 years somehow#(not impossible tbh maybe Himmel decided to speedrun to [REDACTED])#btw Himmel started the journey at 16!! WILD!!!#so he'd be 26 when he slayed the Demon King and 76 when he died#weird that he's so skrunkly and bald at that age esp since Heiter aged more gracefully#but maybe terminal yearning just does that to you. who knows!!#btw he's still strong as fuck being able to travel far and defeat monsters solo just before he died#I forgor Frieren's timeline I think she was already a couple centuries old when she met Flamme#then Flamme dies some 50 years later. and it takes a few hundred more years before she joins the hero party at which point she's already#around a thousand years old#will I read the manga again to take notes? probably I feel deranged enough#IF I'M MISSING ANY DETAILS FEEL FREE TO SLAP ME WITH IT
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BRO THAT'S A GODDAMN POKÉMON
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Night market, Inchin…hey Brennan have you been reading the Radiant Citadel book??
#this is a stretch but it’s a great sourcebook#worlds beyond number#the wizard the witch and the wild one#journeys from the radiant citadel
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Practicing some shading and came up with this outfit:
( outfit idea Zelda’s ( the legend of Zelda breath of the wild ) winter overcoat and Frierens ( Frieren: beyond journeys end ) normal outfit
honestly I really like it so I’ll probably keep it.
( Yay finally gave her an outfit that fits with her LORE! )
#cuphead#art#cosmic eevee#This is so based off of frieren lol#Dawn Caster#casino cups au#casino cups blog oc#casino cups ask blog#casino cups oc#Cuphead OC#Cuphead Ask blog#Studio MDHR#frieren beyond journey's end#Legend of Zelda breath of the wild
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yeah.
#they're going home together <3#alao I know he probably means 'beyond' as in erebor is beyond mirkwood but the vagueness there makes me go wild. Beyond#& they will journey together into the beyond also#!!#thoughts#tolkien#also come with me and keep your word could mean the promise to go to fangorn specifically or like. 'where you go will go' hnhk#wait actually I just added that bit in too
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First proper DND campaign day! Last time was pretty much just session 0. It actually went very well and we made good progress, it's a miracle
I had to start the campaign dropping hints and lightly push them places, but one of my players announced that she had a plan at the end and I get a sense that it might be a thing where I lightly push them to start with and then the players snowball into their own momentum and leave me running after
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Transgender Books For Your Libraries
I have said this before, but right now requesting and reading queer books from your local library is important. I want to take a second to say there is a direct attack against the transgender community around the globe, and it's worth your time to request and read transgender books. So, here are some transgender books to request:
(Some links are affiliate links and the money goes to Making Queer History's research fund)
People Change, Vivek Shraya
Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity, Judith Butler
The Salt Grows Heavy, Cassandra Khaw
Transland: Consent, Kink, and Pleasure, MX Sly
Freshwater, Akwaeke Emezi
Amateur: A Reckoning with Gender, Identity, and Masculinity, Thomas Page McBee
The Subtweet, Vivek Shraya
Dark and Deepest Red, A. M. McLemore
A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers
Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl's Fantabulous Memoir, Kai Cheng Thom
Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir, Akwaeke Emezi
Dead Collections, Isaac Fellman
Disintegrate/Dissociate, Arielle Twist
Tell Me I'm Worthless, Alison Rumfitt
How to Be You: Stop Trying to Be Someone Else and Start Living Your Life, Jeffrey Marsh
A Lady for a Duke, Alexis Hall
Tomorrow Will Be Different: Love, Loss, and the Fight for Trans Equality, Sarah McBride
The Perks of Loving a Wallflower, Erica Ridley
I Hope We Choose Love: A Trans Girl's Notes from the End of the World, Kai Cheng Thom
We See Each Other: A Black, Trans Journey Through TV and Film, Tre'vell Anderson
Beyond the Gender Binary, Alok Vaid-Menon
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THE STAR BEAST
Is about the RTD era. It’s set in dimly lit London streets. The Doctor avoids going to UNIT directly. Queer identity is at the center of it. The Metacrisis DoctorDonna comes back. He meets a woman named Rose. The plot is moved by strange unexplained coincidences. The Shadow Proclamation is invoked. There’s a big obvious spaceship crash that wasn’t an accident like in Aliens of London. There’s alien law enforcement hunting a real villain like smith and Jones. The Doctor is separated from Donna by a clear barrier like he is from Wilf in end of time. But instead of losing her, he gets her back. She remembers him. Journey’s End is undone.
WILD BLUE YONDER
Is about the Chibnall era. We’re separated from the TARDIS like in Ghost Monument, facing creatures beyond our universe like in It takes you away, Can you Hear me? And Flux. We’re on a spaceship nearly outside of the universe, failing to get as far as Tecteun wanted to go. We’re reminded the Doctor isn’t from this universe. Of the destruction of the Flux that the Doctor failed to stop. And the Doctor refuses to let Donna in, to tell her how badly this is affecting him, just like 13 didn’t let Yaz in. He even almost chooses the wrong Donna near the end. In a different way, 13 also didn’t choose Yaz.
We’re scratching the surface of the Doctor’s trauma but the Flux isn’t the real problem. She’d been keeping her companions out since before that. Why? What happened to the doctor in between Donna and the flux?
THE GIGGLE
Is about the Moffat era. There’s great emphasis on how old the Doctor is, that is the same old Doctor we met in the 60s. We’re reminded how the Doctor lost Amy, Clara and Bill, and the Doctor’s focus is on protecting Donna and Mel over the actual planetary stakes. Time is rewritten. There’s a too-good-to-be-true happy ending. There’s a lot going on.
The Doctor hasn’t stopped moving since losing Bill. Really, he hasn’t stopped since long before then. But the Bi-generation gives him a way to stop without depriving the universe of the Doctor. Amy, Bill, and Clara didn’t just die. They got second chances at life, with their own chosen companions (Rory, Heather and Me) . And at the end of his short journey, 14 gets that same fate. He dies, but finally gets a happy, restful life. Meanwhile 15, already feeling the benefits of his past self’s rest, journeys on.
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Journey Into the Wild Beyond
Chapter 2: Hither (Part 2)
There’s a thing that happens sometimes when running tabletop games: railroading. In a plot-driven game, Game Masters/Dungeon Masters need to get the party to follow the plot somehow. Unlike in video games, tabletop games don’t have quest logs and map markers telling you where to go and what to do. I know I previously talked about “I want to go there”, and I wholeheartedly believe in and support that idea, but for the sake of keeping games from being endless wandering, you need to have a clear goal with reminders for the party.
On the other hand, if you do this too often or present only a single way forward, the players can feel like they’re being railroaded down a non-branching path where their choices don’t matter. This is a tricky balance to maintain. So how do we do it?
Spider-Sense
In addition to the dreams that each player would experience in proximity to their lost item, any player who had a lost item in the current zone would feel a magnetic pull or sorts. They would know which direction their item was in and maybe an approximate distance. This is mostly from the book. How to keep them from going straight there and ending the chapter in a single session?
Well, Hither has a neat built-in way. The item is with the hag, the hag is in the town of Downfall, and the most convenient way to enter Downfall is through Brigand’s Tollway, occupied by the harengon brigands and their leader, Agdon Longscarf. But, the party learned that someone had recently been to Downfall and gotten out…mostly safely.
A goblin named Jingle Jangle had stolen a key from the hag’s cottage, but the brigands had stolen a bag of truffles from her and beat her up on the way back. She would know a way in. Jingle Jangle was a bit odd though. A hermit who once had a deep fear of finding herself on the wrong side of a locked door. Bavlorna removed that fear, but replaced it with an obsession with collecting keys and a dulled sense of self. Jingle Jangle only refers to herself in the third person.
The party went to Telemy Hill, a living hill where the goblin made her home. The hill was concerned about Jingle Jangle (who hadn’t left her cave in days) and let the party know it through two living trees who Hakewood named Treech and Trong.
I have exactly the players I deserve.
When they met with Jingle Jangle, the party got the information they needed through talking and through kindness. They offered her food and talked with her for a while. I started noting things like this because I wanted it to pay off at some point. If the players were going to show kindness, make friends, and attempt non-violence, then they would be rewarded for it.
And it wouldn’t be long before they surprised me again.
Hareraiser
Jingle Jangle gave the party a map with a relatively safe path through Brigand’s Tollway. There were still harengon brigands about, but at least they wouldn’t be marching right through their camp. Time for stealth checks!
DM’s Bane #413: Pass Without a Trace
If you’re unfamiliar, Pass Without a Trace is a spell that gives +10 to stealth checks to any ally within a 30 foot radius. I believe it was Artie who cast this on the party as they entered Brigand’s Tollway, and it lasted for one hour. The harengons only had a passive perception of 14, so as long as the stealth rolls were at least 5 or higher even without a modifier, they would pass.
The final check was at a chokepoint to get into Downfall and Agdon Longscarf was there with his 16 passive perception. Confrontation time! Agdon tried to shake them down for everything they had. This is a badass bandit who has been stealing from people all over Hither and giving their stuff to the hag. Clearly a fight was going to happen.
They offered him friendship.
This isn’t a D&D campaign, this is a preschool cartoon.
Okay, I’d let them try to do some convincing and then set a high DC (Difficulty Class), because Agdon wasn’t entirely unreasonable. He hated the hags as much as anyone. The party made Persuasion checks and succeeded.
You know, that was a cool encounter where Agdon would be running around at high speed, hitting the players, and doing some hefty damage. The best way to stop him would be to grab the end of his scarf and hold him in place, at which point he would surrender in a panic because he doesn’t like being trapped.
Well, I guess the party has some bandit friends now.
How Can We Screw This Up More?
Downfall was pretty straight forward. There was a path around a central bog with a large three story cottage on stilts. Along the way, they party met an elf without a heart (theirs was taken by Bavlorna in another deal gone wrong), found reanimated heads of deceased frog kings displayed on pikes, and the current ruler of the frog people, a puppet king who reluctantly served the hag. He allowed the party to pass through to the cottage because they had found the hag’s book - Bavlorna’s Big Book of Bad Blood.
As a joke, I had one of the king’s men take the party to the dock where they were introduced to a luxury boat known as the Royal Skiff. After being told of all of its features, the frog pointed them to the boat they would actually be taking, a rickety row boat that looked like it was about to sink.
They didn’t even hesitate to steal the Royal Skiff. I didn’t penalize them for that because that was absolutely the correct call.
So, I’ve mentioned frog people, or bullywugs. These were prevalent throughout Downfall, as well as a giant toad, and Hakewood himself kept a pet toad familiar under his hat. I say this because Rhin’s player wrote in a character quirk that Rhin was afraid of frogs and toads. This is about to be really funny, but first, a dungeon crawl.
In one of the first rooms of the cottage, the party found sewing supplies and pincushion dolls. One of the dolls had four arms - similar to the arms that grabbed Ana in Elora’s dream at the start of the chapter. She grabbed this doll, filled her alchemy jug with oil, lit the oil, and held the doll over it for a Batman-style interrogation.
I hated that the doll was just a mundane doll and not actually alive or linked to anyone, because that was hilarious.
You Did What to the Gelatinous Cube?
In the previous part I mentioned having an idea brewing in response to Elora trying to do some science on living mud creatures in the middle of battle. Now, I’ve got a party full of magic school students. An alchemist, a wizard, a cleric, a druid, and a fighter. Their different classes and backgrounds would give them unique sets of skills, and if they wanted to take a non-confrontational approach to the campaign, I could allow them to use these skills to do some off the wall stuff.
So when they found a clogged up well in the cottage feeding a small wading pool, they started doing some science. Elora determined that what little water there was had a slight acidic quality to it. The others noticed the well was full of water but it didn’t seem to be moving. Artie made a check with all of this information and figured out there was a gelatinous cube in the well.
If you haven't seen one of these, it’s like a 10 foot cube of acid jello.
The players began asking if they could neutralize the gelatinous cube by introducing a base because science. Artie piped up that he had some mushrooms because he’s a Circle of Spores druid and into growing mushrooms. Reasoning that mushrooms are alkaline, that could act as a base and–
Me: “Hang on, let me think about what that would actually do.”
Players: “Bases neutralize acids, so–”
Me: “No, I know. I’m trying to figure out what it would do to a gelatinous cube.”
Yeah, weirdly, they don’t cover this in the Monster Manual or the Dungeon Master’s Guide, so I was left to make a ruling on my own. Now, the obvious answer is this is a magical creature who does acid damage and a handful of mushrooms aren’t going to do anything to it, so just have the cube attack the players and do a long boring combat.
But I want to reward this creativity and have silly solutions to problems in my campaign, so they toss the mushrooms into the well. A moment later, the gelatinous cube rises out of it, partially dissolving into water and looking as angry as jello can look. The party ran upstairs and left that little surprise for someone else.
The Line Has Been Toad
On the way through the cottage, the party had a look at that Big Book of Bad Blood. It’s basically Bavlorna’s “burn book” where she talks about how much she hates everyone. The party discovered one entry had been erased and replaced with Zybilna’s entry. The replaced entry was faded and difficult to make out, but with some investigating, they were able to determine it said “Natasha”.
That becomes important later.
For now, the party is ready to confront their first hag. I decided that barring extraordinary circumstances, there would be no getting around the hag fights. These were Chaotic Evil hags who had done horrible things. There was no bargaining, they needed to die. Bavlorna was paranoid, wouldn’t listen to the party’s attempts to get her to stand down, and she felt cornered by the way they were circling her.
Fight time. And I discovered a massive flaw in the encounter design right away. Yeah, Bavlorna has a pretty big weakness in that she can be slightly nerfed by someone running “widdershins” around her (counter clockwise) which induces a sneezing fit to prevent her from doing some of her moves, but she has minions who attack three times per turn. A party member almost went down right there. The encounter, allegedly, is doable at level 2 or 3. The party was level 4 and it almost went bad for them.
Eventually, Bavlorna fell, musing that her sister Endelyn was wrong - it wasn’t Elora’s sister who would be the downfall of the Hourglass Coven.
With Bavlorna dead, Rhin felt a stronger pull, leading her upstairs to the attic and a room with a giant brass toad statue that acted as an pocket dimension.
I swear, that’s straight from the book. I had forgotten all about that container when I assigned Rhin’s missing item to Bavlorna. Rhin, the one with the fear of frogs and toads. But, she pushed through her fear, reached inside, and pulled out a rosary with a raven’s skull on it.
A vision showed Rhin the same scene as her dream, only she remembers things differently now. She joined the widower in his prayers to the earth and offered him comfort. She discovers a drive to revolutionize how funerals and burial rights are done, offering cheap and creative ways to honor the dead and respect the traditions of them and the loved ones they leave behind.
The rosary itself, named Eternity’s Canvas, would be a legendary item for Rhin that would grant her a feat and a couple of special abilities. I wanted these recovered items to be special, and this was the first.
Rhin was kind of a mortuary student at Magewood Academy. Her player decided to flavor the goblin ability Fury of the Small as Rhin's familiarity with anatomy helping her deal extra damage. And since Rhin's player and I are both fans of Caitlin Doughty/Ask a Mortician (I think fae may have introduced me to that channel actually), I themed Rhin's rosary and restored creativity around that.
The rest of the party saw a portrait that confirmed the appearances of the other hags, as well as another - a human woman with dark hair whose name was scratched off of the name plate and whose face had been torn off the portrait. They had the four armed Endelyn Moongrave and the doll-like Skabatha Nightshade left to find.
Hither, Thither, and Yon
With the first hag defeated and the first item recovered, I had pretty effectively communicated what the players could look forward to for the rest of the game. They knew the stakes, they knew the rewards, they knew what was expected of them. Now they were off to the next land, Thither, but first they had a few stops to make. I’ll roll all of that together in the next part.
#d&d#d&d 5e#dm#gm#journey into the wild beyond#the wild beyond the witchlight#puns will continue until morale improves#is it me or are these getting longer
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Once upon a time, in a quaint suburban town, there lived a young man named Ryan. Ryan was in his mid-twenties, working a steady job at a local bookstore and leading a quiet life. But beneath his conservative exterior, Ryan harbored a secret – he was gay, yet afraid to embrace his true desires due to the conservative values of his upbringing.
One day, while browsing the internet, Ryan stumbled upon a website dedicated to the leather and kink community. Intrigued yet hesitant, he found himself drawn to the allure of the leather harnesses, the dominance, and the freedom of expression.
As the days went by, Ryan's curiosity grew stronger, and he found himself fantasizing about exploring this hidden world of pleasure and taboo. One night, as he drifted off to sleep, his subconscious took over, and he found himself in a vivid dream.
In his dream, Ryan was transformed into a vision of masculinity, clad in a leather harness and all the gear of a seasoned leatherman. His confidence soared as he strutted through the crowded streets, feeling the eyes of admiration upon him.
Awakening from his dream, Ryan felt a newfound sense of empowerment. He decided to take the plunge and delve into the world of leather and kink. With trembling hands, he reached out to a local leather organization and expressed his interest in learning more.
To his surprise, he was met with open arms and acceptance from the members of the organization. They welcomed him into their community, guiding him through the intricacies of leather culture and helping him embrace his true self.
With each passing day, Ryan grew more comfortable in his own skin, shedding the shackles of his conservative upbringing and embracing his sexuality with pride. Eventually, he found himself becoming a member of BLUF (Breeches and Leather Uniform Fanclub), a prestigious organization within the leather community.
Through his journey of self-discovery, Ryan learned that true strength lies in embracing who you are, unapologetically and without fear. And as he stood tall in his leather harness, surrounded by his newfound brothers, he knew that he had finally found his place in the world.
As Ryan stood in front of the mirror, admiring himself in his full leather uniform, he felt a surge of arousal coursing through him. The tight leather pants hugged his body in all the right places, accentuating every curve and muscle. His heart raced as he ran his hands over the smooth surface of the leather, feeling the heat building between his legs.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Ryan reached for the array of leather accessories laid out on the table nearby. With trembling hands, he fastened the leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, reveling in the sensation of restraint and submission.
His breath hitched as he picked up the leather collar, adorned with gleaming metal studs, and fastened it snugly around his neck. A feeling of power surged through him as he imagined himself at the mercy of a dominant partner, ready to obey their every command.
With each piece of leather he added to his ensemble, Ryan felt himself slipping deeper into a state of arousal and ecstasy. He longed to explore the depths of his desires, to surrender himself completely to the pleasures of the leather and kink world.
Lost in his fantasies, Ryan closed his eyes and let his imagination run wild. He imagined himself bound and gagged, at the mercy of a dominant leatherman who knew exactly how to push him to the edge and beyond.
As he opened his eyes once more, Ryan felt a sense of liberation wash over him. In embracing his kinks and desires, he had discovered a newfound sense of freedom and empowerment. And as he stood there in his full leather glory, he knew that he was ready to embark on a journey of exploration and self-discovery unlike any other.
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they lack self-confidence to get close to you - they might even not trust themselves around you. they might fear acting up or looking foolish around you. they are very apprehensive about taking action and you not accepting them as they are.
they find your personality very sexy. it's like they enjoy when someone takes charge - you don't mind taking up space and making your presence known and they adore that. your ambition, drive, and authoritative personality is addicting to them.
of course, they find you attractive - they worry that you don't find them attractive... they think that you won't take a chance on them and that you might not be open to a relationship/date with them because of how they look.
you are supportive. maybe you supported them or encouraged them in some way, or maybe they have seen how you interact with the people you care about. they can tell that you are a genuine person.
its wild; i feel like this person has a very active imagination. they might dream of marrying you or what being married to you would be like. they like the idea of walking with you on their arm. i feel like they wonder if they wait long enough and linger in the background that perhaps you will make the first move. they really like you. they think about the timing very often - they believe that you are the one for them. they really hope that you feel the same and are attracted to them. this is beyond lust for you - they love you.
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this is going to be a by chance meeting - you aren't going to run into each other everyday. you'll have a very positive few days with this person then it will be one of those things where it's like do you or don't you. perhaps this will be a "the one that got away" moment.
i feel like the connection is moving too quick for there to be much visibility into whether or not they even know much about you. so this connection has to make its own hold pattern - slow down a learn a bit more about each other. if someone peaks your interest, ask for their number.
i feel like you are out of your element with this connection. you don't see your beauty like they see it. you probably don't think they are attracted to you. you just need some confidence - trust that you are beautiful and make your move; stop waiting for masculine energies to make the first move.
they see that you lack confidence despite you being pretty and deserving attention. you are careful about what you do and what you say - this intrigues them. they are so curious about what you would say/do if you had the confidence to do so.
i feel like, unfortunately, no one will make a move in this situation. so you will keep to yourselves and spend time in solitude. stop thinking about what could have been and make it happen. you don't have to be unhappy with your present circumstances. start making a shift in your beliefs. you can put an end to your feelings of loneliness; you just have to change your mindset - abundance awaits you.
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they doubt themselves around you. i feel like you are rather close to them in their day-to-day life, but they don't think they can gain your attention. they tried - believe me, they have, but they just don't feel they are getting anywhere like they hoped they would.
they have been getting to know you for quite a bit of time. they love how passionate you are about the world around you. they also enjoy that you are building something for yourself.
you are very lovely to them. you are just at the beginning as your beauty journey too - you are going to continue to blossom and bloom.
you hold back which intrigues them. you can resist what others indulge in, which attracts their interest. you celebrate the small wins in very minimal ways, which they adore.
something is changing in the near future. you have to accept this connection as it is - i feel like you guys could be great for one another in the romantic sense, so why not try it? you can build a future together. this person wants to help you to grow in new and exciting ways. pay attention to subtle hints and messages from those around you. communication, fresh perspectives, and opportunities are ahead of you.
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A Flying Fuck - Lily NMIXX × M!Reader
A/N: The original idea is by an Anon in my inbox who always shared a great idea. I'm afraid I might have butchered this one but hopefully, it is still enjoyable. On another note, this will be the last smut before I go MIA to finish the commission I received.
Tags: Non-con, Dub-con(?), Fingering, Throat Fuck, Cum In Mouth, Cum Swallowing, Pussy Fuck, Slight Spanking/Tits Slapping, Forced Anal, Anal Gaping, Anal Fingering, Creampie
Word Count: 2,493
You finally settled into your first-class seat, grateful that the long overnight flight from Australia to Korea was going to be a cozy one. And guess what? Right next to you was NMIXX Lily, the gorgeous idol known for her killer performances and angelic voice. You simply couldn't believe your luck.
After an hour in the air, you were unable to take your eyes off her. Lily had this blonde hair flowing down her shoulder and her lips were slightly parted as she dozed off. The urge to touch her built up, but you knew you had to wait until everyone was snoozing.
As the cabin lights dimmed and people got cozy in their seats, you saw your chance. Sneaking over to Lily's seat, you made sure nobody was watching. Heart pumping with adrenaline, you settled next to her.
You started things off by gently running your fingers over her thighs under the blanket, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Lily didn't budge, she was a heavy sleeper, making it easier for you to explore her body, giving her perky breast a squeeze and slipping your hand under her shirt to play with her nipple.
Feeling a little daring, you ventured further down to her pants and, surprise, she was already wet through her panties. Aroused as hell, you slipped two fingers into her slick pussy while teasing her clit, nestled beneath a thin patch of hair.
At first, she didn't stir much, lost in her deep sleep, but as you kept moving your fingers, feeling her warm, soft walls, she started moaning softly. Her moans only fueled your desire, so you kept up the rhythm, back and forth, back and forth.
Lily squirmed and was on the verge of cumming when she suddenly woke up, disoriented and sweaty. When she realized what happened, her eyes bulged in shock. She tried to scream, but you shut her up quickly by pulling out your fingers and stuffing them into her mouth, feeding the idol her own taste.
Lily fought to push you away, but she was weak from her interrupted orgasm. You took advantage, using your other hand to finger-fuck her roughly right there in her seat. Curling your fingers upward, you scratched her insides, causing tears to stream down her face. It was a mix of pleasure and horror for her.
Slowly, her walls clenched around you in response. She couldn't catch her breath as you picked up the pace, going slow and deep, driving her wild. With each stroke, her body trembled, and she let out muffled gasps of pleasure that grew more desperate.
As the plane continued its journey, Lily's moans blended with the hum of the engines, creating a naughty little soundtrack just for you two. You curled your finger, hitting her sweet spot and taking her pleasure to new heights.
Her hips lifted off the seat, meeting your every movement. The thrill of doing something so taboo overwhelmed her like crazy, ignoring the fact that you were a stranger. With a restrained cry, Lily reached her peak, her body convulsing in ecstasy as she came undone.
As Lily froze in her seat, her whole body still shaky from that mind-blowing orgasm, she was still trying to make sense of what the hell was happening. This whole thing was way beyond anything she'd ever imagined. And here she was, with you, a total stranger.
In a flash, you yanked off her sweatpants and ripped open her shirt, leaving her butt naked and vulnerable. Lily couldn't even muster the strength to fight back. It was like her body betrayed her and wanted this. After scanning the area real quick, nobody was watching.
You went straight for her boob, sucking on one and fondling the other. Lily let out these hot moans, weakly pushing your head while her body arched toward you, begging for more. But just as things were heating up, the plane started shaking.
The turbulence sign went off, signaling that some flight attendant might come through to check if everyone was buckled up. Panic set in, but you didn't let it mess with your game. You swiftly pulled Lily out of her seat and made her kneel right in front of you, between your legs.
Then, you whipped out your hard cock through the zipper of your pants. Lily's eyes went wide at the sight of it. Not giving her even a second to respond, you shoved that bad boy down her throat, making her gag and choke on it. You covered both of you with a blanket, trying to hide this illegal act from some approaching crews.
Some sleepy-ass flight attendant walked by, not even giving you a second glance. You couldn't help but marvel at your massive luck, doing your ultimate fantasy on a plane, and nobody had a clue. Pretending to sleep, you forced Lily to keep working your cock, her hands weakly clawing at your pants.
The poor girl couldn't breathe and was about to pass out but you didn't stop, taking control of her face, moving it up and down your throbbing dick, hitting the back of her throat, ruining her light makeup. Cock was thick, stretching her jaws wide, making her gag and spit on your crotch. The sound of her retching only turned you on even more, hissing in pleasure.
You picked up the pace, thrusting your hips and losing yourself in the pure bliss of the moment. Lily's hands were desperately gripping your thighs, her body trembling as she fought to take you all in. And with a few more strokes, you finally reached your climax, dumping your load down her throat.
Lily had no choice but to swallow it all. When you pulled her face off your cock, Lily was gasping for air, her face all flushed and her eyes dazed. The remaining of cum trickled to her chin. You gave her a moment to catch her breath, letting her recover from the intense throat fucking.
Before those flight attendants came around again, you quickly threw a blanket over Lily's body and dragged her, with just her soaked panties and socks on, into the bathroom. Once inside, you pinned her hands against the wall. Under that bright bathroom light, you finally got a good look at her body. Despite her quirky personality, she was built for sex.
"Why-Why are you doing this? Who are you...? Please... I can't..." Lily managed to say, her voice filled with fear.
"Shh, chill," you whispered, planting kisses on her ear and neck. "I'm actually a fan. I know being an idol can be one hell of a stressful job. I'm just here to help you feel good, babe."
Lily didn't know what to say, so she tried to reason with you using the lamest excuse her foggy mind could come up with. "This is... so inappropriate..."
You chuckled as you ripped off her panties and shoved them into her mouth, pressing her against the bathroom door. "Does that taste inappropriate to you?"
Obviously, she couldn't answer with her mouth full. You took a seat on the toilet, holding your throbbing cock in one hand, and pulled her towards you. With weak legs, she stumbled forward, losing her balance as she slowly lowered herself onto your hard shaft.
The sensation of her tightness wrapping around you sent shivers down your spine. As she took you in, her warmth and wetness grew, her tight wet pussy accommodating every inch of your sensitive nerves.
With a firm grip on her ass, you guided her movements, urging her to take more. Lily willingly followed your lead, her nails digging into your shoulders. She bounced on your length, her suppressed moans echoing through the bathroom. You reveled in the feeling of being completely engulfed by her.
The sheer pleasure of being stretched and filled to the brim consumed Lily, driving her movements to become more urgent, more desperate. With each bounce, she ground against you, the sound of your bodies slapping each other filling the cramped space.
"Fuck... See? You're into this. Way better than using your dildos, huh?" you whispered.
Her canal contracted around your cock, her muscles clenching as her pleasure built. Lily rode you with a devotion that matched your own. Her breasts bounced up and down, such a mesmerizing sight. You could feel her wetness soaking your pants, but that was the least of your worries.
You weren't ready for it to end just yet. You wanted to keep dominating this lubricious idol, so you pushed Lily away, making her stumble. In a flash, you maneuvered her, bending her sideways over the sink beside the toilet. With one of her legs hoisted onto your shoulder, you positioned yourself behind her and plunged deep into her eager heat.
As you entered her, your hands caressing her toned and soft tummy. Lily's grip on the sink edge tightened, her knuckles turning white as she held on for dear life. Her drool escaped through the panties jammed in her mouth, adding to the mess.
"Do you fucking like it when I take control, you dirty little slut?" you growled, your voice oozing dominance.
Pounding into the girl with unforgiving force, the sink rattled, reflecting the intensity of your wild romp. Each powerful thrust brought both of you closer to the edge, but it was Lily who couldn't hold on any longer, squirting all over your cock and the floor. Her body trembled with pleasure.
Thankfully, the turbulence of the plane masked the explicit sounds coming from the lavatory as you kept pounding into her. Lily, completely exhausted at this point, barely put up a fight and simply took it like a pro slut.
As you continued fucking Lily from behind, her juices splattered everywhere each time you went balls deep inside her.
Your hand came down with a firm smack on her ass, the sound of skin meeting skin exploding and mingling with her moans. Her ass cheeks jiggled with each spank, turning a rosy shade of pink.
Not wanting to neglect her luscious tits, you leaned forward, your free hand reaching up to deliver a sharp slap to each of her glistening, sweat-covered breasts. Her tits jiggled and bounced as your hand made contact, leaving a painful red sting.
Lily's leg on your shoulder got heavier, a clear sign that her other leg couldn't even support her weight anymore as her nectar kept dripping onto the floor like a leaking pipe. You were so close to reaching your peak, it was building up inside you.
"Your pussy feels too good. Fuck! I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to knock you up?"
Her moans grew louder in response as she shook her head but you pretended not to notice and added a bit of teasing, "Answer me, or I'll just unload inside you."
With a shaky hand, Lily removed the panties from her mouth and let out a mix of desperate pleas and pleasure-filled moans. "Ahh! Ahh! Ohh– please, please pull out! Nngh~"
"Then you better spread that ass wide," you ordered, dropping her leg from your shoulder while still pounding her hard. Adjusting her into a standing doggy position, you grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before pulling out from her sore pussy and pressing your cock into her tight asshole.
Lily's eyes widened in shock as she looked back and helplessly tried to push you away. “No! Stop, not there! Ahhh!!! It- it hurts!”
As you forcefully entered Lily's tight ass, your cock only managed to enter halfway due to the sheer tightness. The sensation is intense, and Lily's cries mix with the sounds of your raw growl. Overwhelmed by the pain insertion you were giving her, she had no choice but to spread her butt cheeks with her hands, trying to ease the discomfort.
You alternated between entering her pussy to get your cock lubed with her juices before plunging back into her gaping asshole. The mix of her wetness and the tightness of her ass creates a mind-blowing friction that sends waves of rapture throughout your veins.
Lily screamed without restraint, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she was pushed to her limits. The combination of pleasure and pain consumes her, driving her wild with a mix of agony and ecstasy. Her body trembled as her bowel got stretched little by little.
Your grip reached her hair, pulling her head back so she was forced to look into the mirror in front of her. With every harsh thrust, she caught glimpses of herself, her once pristine and idolized image now distorted.
Her reflection in the mirror showed the submission and pleasure etched across her face, the sweat-slicked strands of hair clinging to her skin. Lily's gaze met yours in the mirror, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. The sight of her looking into her own eyes, witnessing the transformation of her image, adds an extra layer of degradation to her being.
Releasing her hair, you wrapped your hands around her waist, pulling her back against you, swinging your hips forward. Legs trembling, she was barely able to support her weight as she surrendered completely.
Your hands left her waist and grabbed hold of her hips, using them as leverage to pound into her ass with even more power. The slapping sounds of your bodies meeting grew louder, mixing with Lily's screams, a pleasure-pain mixture pushed her to the edge, her body quivering as she squirted once again.
The constant pounding had her once tight and virgin asshole stretched and gaping. The tightness and heat of her ass, combined with the sight of her stretched and twitching opening, just amped up your vigor.
You kicked her legs apart, spreading them wide open to expose her wet pussy once more. You dove back into that velvety canal. You then plunged two fingers deep inside her slick asshole, giving her a whole new level of sensation.
Moans of ecstasy mixed with the wet sounds of your fingers exploring her ass, taking her pleasure to new heights. Her inner walls tightened around your cock, gripping you tighter as she neared her climax.
A primal groan escaped your lips as you unleashed a hot load deep inside her womb, giving her the deepest creampie imaginable. The surge of your seed sent Lily over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her body, leaving her convulsing and gasping for breath.
Feeling satisfied, you didn't forget to capture the moment as a keepsake. You snapped some blackmail photos of her, covered in cum and showing off the handprints from the kinky slaps on her ass, tits, and pussy, leaving her completely exposed.
Once you were done, you calmly returned to your seat, taking the blanket with you. You patiently waited for Lily to leave the bathroom, phone at the ready, and managed to capture a video of her sneaking back to her seat, limping, no longer covered in cum but butt naked.
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These Hallowed Halls
Cassian x Fem!Reader
Based on this ask x
Summary - You had begged Cassian not to leave you again, you had begged him to stay, and you had fallen apart when he had left without saying goodbye.
Warnings - swearing, ANGST, depression, weight loss, fluff, Cassian being a raging prick, Azriel being a softie, mentions of blood
The Mother was certainly mocking you.
Rain smacked against the stone balcony beyond the glass doors which were rattling in the wild wind, harmonising with your own sadness as you stood in the centre of your room, finding little to no comfort in front of the fire you were usually curled in front of.
Grey skies loomed overhead. It was rare for such a storm to descend upon Velaris, so rare that most didn't know what to do when it arrived. Most opted to stay in doors and wait it out, wait until starlight flooded the streets in welcome and fae journeyed on in their lives.
Cassian stood before you, dishevelled and tired, deep sunken patches under his one shade darker than usual eyes, his lips curled into a snarl, body lax and weary. The Illyrian ran his hands over his face, grazing his fingertips over his growing beard, and he rolled his shoulders and his wings with them before he looked to you and sighed, "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Y/N."
You had been joined at the hip, had a relationship that no one could ever understand, not even Rhys or Az could figure it out. Cassian was your lighthouse in an ocean of fog, he had the ability to be your happiness or shatter your soul, and you clung to every piece of affection and attention that he gave to you. When he was gone, you felt as though you were on fire, like every single one of your nerve ends were being cauterised and there was no anaesthesia.
Brown waves fell from his loosely wrapped bun, drifting over his face which was illuminated by that golden glow emitting from the fireplace. Cassian had come to you right after he reported to Rhys like he always did, but instead of hugging you tightly and cracking open a bottle of wine to tell you his next enthralling tale, he stood before you to tell you he was leaving again with a cold and distant accent taking over his entire body.
"But, you've only just gotten back," you told him, fiddling with the cuffs of his jumper that you had stolen, just needing to be surrounded by him for one moment, it drowned your body since Cassian was a large framed male, and you adored his jumpers, they made you feel precious.
"I know that," he bit, his muscles tensing in a different order every few seconds.
He was exhausted, you knew that, it rolled off him in waves, no, tsunamis, and you wanted nothing more than to run your hand through his unbound hair and tell him it was okay. But you had missed him, too much.
The fire crackled at the head of your bedroom, a blanket lay strewn over the arm of the sofa from when you had flung it off of your body the moment his scent filled your lungs from down the hallway.
"Do you have to go? I've missed you Cass, it's been horrible without you," you pleaded, each one of your words made him feel heavy.
Cassian adored you, you were his shadow, clinging to him for comfort, he always found you in his clothes, he always found you waiting for him whenever he returned home to give him what he needed. Whether that be someone to laugh with or someone to hold until he fell asleep.
You were his person. In the most platonic way possible. Cassian couldn't say that about anyone else but you.
"Rhys had ordered it. So yes. I have to go," his words were harsh and laced with venom, a pure annoyance that radiated from him as he rolled his neck, unmoving from his place in front of you.
You were confused, he hadn't even smiled at you when he had entered your room, he hadn't hugged you or asked how you had been, he hadn't offered to tell you a story or let you know what he needed to feel better. The Cassian in front of you wasn't the Cassian you recognised.
It was the first time you felt small in front of him, the first time where his gaze made you cower and feel uneasy, "I can speak to him if you'd like? He might let you have some rest at least-"
"Fuck, Y/N. Will you just stop?!" Cassian shouted at you, the sound of his voice made you flinch backward as he took a step toward you, "I don't need you to do anything for me. I don't need you to stroke my hair or fight my corner, I don't need you to talk to Rhys for me like your words will make any difference in what my High Lord requires me to do. I don't need you suffocating me and wearing my fucking clothes. I don't need you, Y/N."
Water blurred your vision as his words sliced through you, deadly enough to make you feel as though you were dying, "I'm sorry, I was just trying-"
"Stop trying. Just stop. I am the General of the Night Court's armies, it is my duty to go where I am needed and I'm very sorry to say that it's not with you Y/N. Others need me more than you. Stop fucking clinging to me and find something else to obsess over."
Cassian was panting and breathless, fury blazed in his rich hazel orbs and you let out a pained sob, wrapping your arms around yourself and stepping backward again until your legs hit the back of the sofa, you rested your weight against it and let out a shaky breath.
You didn't dare look up when you heard Cassian shuffle, his feet scuffing against the floor breaking the silence that had consumed you. You had expected him to realise what he had said, you had expected him to rush to your side and apologise. But no. Cassian dragged his feet behind him and opened your bedroom door, allowing a gust a cold air to circle the once warm room before slamming it behind him, slamming it so hard that the canvases on your walls rattled at the force.
Sleep that night had not consumed you like it usually did, the ghost of Cassian's touch lingered on your skin and you cried until your throat was raw and head was pounding. You cried until the words he spat at your drowned you into the abyss.
The morning had come around quickly and you had groaned whilst getting out of bed, the little sleep you had gotten clear on your face and body, your tear stained cheeks were puffy and red, and your hair was a mess from your hands clawing through it, begging for some pressure to take your pain away.
You had to find him. You had to see him. You had to say goodbye.
But when you had entered his room without knocking, you gasped, his bed was askew, the scent of him lingered in the air, but he wasn't there. Cassian had left. His bedroom a haphazard sign that he had left in a hurry and as soon as he had woken up.
You hadn't realised that you had fallen to your knees sobbing until cedar and night-kissed mountains flooded you, Az's arms wrapped around you and he held you close, hushing you and whispered to you that everything was going to be fine. Rhys had appeared next, frowning at you with sad eyes before cradling you carefully to his chest, stroking your hair as he carried you back to your room and fitted your sheets over your frame. Rhys continued to hold you until your mind was weak enough to allow him in to put you to sleep.
They had tried everything to coax you out of bed the weeks following Cassian's abrupt exit, Amren had offered to take you to the library countless times, promising to buy you every book that you wanted. Mor had tried to get you to go to Rita's, to drink and dance the pain away. Azriel's shadows peppered kisses over your face and had done their best to curl around the edge of your sheet to pull them down, to which you had whimpered and pulled them back up to your neck. Rhys had even offered to take you dress shopping, he told you that if an expensive garment was going to make you smile then he would spend his entire fortune on it.
Nothing made you want to move.
Your soul felt empty, every fibre of your body felt dead and cold, like the crisp forest in the middle of a harsh winter. Nothing made you want to live your life. Cassian's words to you played over and over in your mind, maybe you were too much, maybe after all your years together in your family had made you too comfortable.
It took everything within you to not ask for one of his jumpers, he had made it clear that he didn't want you to be like that anymore. He didn't want you.
Your body felt heavy, the weight of your despair crushing your limbs into dust. You felt the weight dropping off of you, you felt your stomach cry for nourishment but didn't wish to satisfy it, you didn't want anything, anyone, but him.
"Please get up, Y/N. It's been three weeks, you've hardly eaten. We're worried about you," Azriel had settled into the space behind you and smothered you with his heat, he noticed how cold you were, how tired and lost your eyes were, how you wore an expression of pure heartbreak and loneliness on your beautiful face.
Azriel sighed at your weak grunt, pulling you back into his chest and doing his best to make you feel loved and cherished. He couldn't admit it but he had heard the words Cassian had so carelessly thrown at you that night, and it took everything within him to not burst through your door and pummel his brother into the ground, even his shadows wanted a piece of the General, how dare he say those things to you.
The Shadowsinger couldn't even put into words the relationship between you and Cassian. You had never been lovers, but you had never been just friends. Friends didn't peck each others temples or stroke each others hair. Friends didn't wait up for the other to return home and then scurry into one of their bedrooms to hold one another and talk. Friends didn't act like you and Cassian, two kindred spirits of chemically perfect harmonisation.
Azriel missed your smile, he missed the way that they all lit up when you laughed, or entered the room, or even looked at them. You made life feel lighter, you made life feel balanced. But now, now it felt disjointed, and they all felt it.
When you didn't move, or even tear your gaze away from the world beyond your window, he sighed and left the room with a soft click of the door. Cassian wasn't due to return for another couple of weeks, and Azriel feared so badly that the damage would be too severe for even Cassian to repair.
The days ticked on, days where you didn't eat or bathe, days where you only left your bed to use the bathroom before finding another nightgown to wear, days where your only sustenance were a few almonds and some water. Mor had gasped when she had seen your body through the crack in your door, the grey tinged sickly paled skin, the outline of your ribs, the deep hued sacks under your eyes; it was too much for her to witness, and she had to take herself into her own room and cry for you.
Azriel had knelt in front of you two weeks later, tears in his eyes, and you felt his sadness rippling off of him as his face entered your weak vision, it was the first time you had really looked at any of them since that day. He had taken your limp hand in his own, he had allowed his shadows to slither up your limb and coax you gently into smiling softly at him, "Please get up, Y/N. Please. I'll do anything you want. I can't watch you kill yourself anymore. We love you, we love you so much. Please."
You had squeezed his hand as hard as you could, which to him was nothing, and shifted in your bed, wincing as you pushed your legs over the side of the mattress. Azriel was beside you in a second, crouching in front of you and helping you to your feet, "I want to feel the sun," you voice was hoarse, Azriel was surprised that you still knew how to talk, "Take me to summer."
Cassian had sped home as fast as he could once his job was finished. The feeling of leaving you had broken him more each time he had thought about it, that pained look on your face had haunted his dreams. He never should have said those things to you, he never should have left you, he should have told Rhys to go and fuck himself instead of what he really did.
You had cowered like a wounded animal in front of him whilst every word cut you like a knife, if it were a knife you'd surely be dead.
He had to get back to you.
Cassian had landed on the lawn of the River House and he felt the atmosphere shift, what was once light and warm was now cold and ominous. The house held no joy, your laugh did not stalk the halls, it just felt lonely, abandoned. Just like you.
The door had flown open and Mor had stalked from the hearth, eyes blazing with hatred, pale and tired, and she wasted no time in bounding right up to him and planting her fist right in the centre of his face. Cassian lurched to the side at the impact, cradling his busted nose in his hand, "You prick," she seethed, Amren and Rhys had flown out of the house after her but were to late to stop her from jabbing Cassian right in the nose, "Today was the first time she's even spoke after what you did," her finger was in his face, her eyes were wild and frantic, "How could you do that to her? She's your person, she's your best friend and you did that?"
Rhys grabbed her wrist before she could land another blow, Amren had swooped in and guided Mor back into the house, not before growling at the male in front of her, leaving Cassian and Rhys out on the lawn, the latter of which was glowering at his brother.
"Count yourself lucky that she got to you first," Rhys was dead behind the eyes, Cassian had never seen a void like it, he looked to the house, hoping that the foundations would peel apart so that he could see you, Rhys scoffed, "Azriel has taken her to Summer. She needed the sun, she hasn't been out in it for four weeks."
"Four weeks?" Rhys hummed, his power throbbing around him, "Rhys I fucked up, I need to see her."
"I'm sure you can wait, like she waited for you. I hope you're proud of yourself brother, I really do."
Rhys turned on his heels and disappeared into the depths of the home, leaving Cassian stood in the grass cursing himself for ever taking his anger out on you.
Rhys had called to Azriel, had told him that Cassian was at the River House and that he should take you to the House of Wind instead. Azriel had obliged without question, not wanting to put himself in the situation where he would harm a member of his family.
You had figured it out, the reason why your residence had been moved so abruptly, and it shattered you. Your afternoon in the sun had been lovely, you felt the sun seeping into your pores, you felt the waves kissing your feet, you felt the sand between your toes, and you felt safe pacing beside Azriel who only spoke when you did.
Soon enough, you had found yourself in the deep tub of you House of Wind bedroom, you had always loved the view there, you could see the valley of gold at the foot of the mountains, you could hear the childish laughter drift upward from the streets, and you could see the starlight cascade across the sky.
Oils and warmth washed your grime and paleness away, the heat giving a new lease of life to your skin. You were sure that you still looked awful, that much was obvious from the longing stares your family had bestowed upon you over the past few weeks.
The tub rippled as you stood from it, you dried yourself off and pulled one of Azriel's jumpers over your figure as well as a pair of lax cotton pants that hung from your hips. Azriel had done his best to make your room feel cosy, he lit the fire with his own hands and refused to cower away, he wouldn't cower away from it for you, he had brought you tea and fluffed your pillows, but you still ached, you still yearned for something else.
Loud voices echoed from the hallway, the padding of feet drew closer and you frowned softly at the noises floating to your ears. The door of your bedroom flew open and you found Cassian stood before you, nose smeared with poorly wiped blood, he looked frantic and boiling with worry and fear, and his face contorted when he saw you.
Rhys had entered after him, he had surveyed you carefully, noticing the towel you must have been drying your hair with now a pile of cotton on the floor, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I can make him leave."
It was like your soul was burning with that aching fire, only this time it wasn't painful, your soul was singing a symphony of emotion, "No," you said weakly, your eyes moved to Rhys and you nodded, he told you he was only a shout away if you needed him and then left.
Cassian drank you in, the lifeless eyes and limp hair, the greyish hue to your skin, the dark bags under your eyes, he noted the way the clothes you wore hung from your frame and the way your cheeks sunk into the bone, and he broke, "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I never should have said those things to you, I don't know what I was thinking," Tears streamed down his cheeks and it hurt you to see him that way, "You're not clingy or obsessed, I know you were trying to look out for me. You always look out for me."
"I love every single thing about you. I love the way my jumpers drown you and coat you in my scent, I love it when you wait for me to come home, I love the way fire spreads through me whenever you touch me. I love everything that you are. I'm so sorry that I've done this to you. You deserve the world and everything good in it, you deserve so much better than me," his words were floating between broken sobs, he tried to move to you and visibly winced when you took a step back, "You are my everything. You are the one who completes me, you are the one I search for whenever I enter a room, you are the only one who I feel safe with."
"My home is wherever you are, you are my home and I know I've fucked up and I understand if you never want to speak to me again. I just need you to know that I'm sorry. If I have to leave Velaris for you to feel safe then I will, I-"
"Why would you do that?" you voice called to him, you took a single step forward and examined him, he was distraught, "I went to find you that morning, to apologise for being so suffocating," you cringed at the word, at how it had made you feel when he had thrown it at you, "But you were gone."
Cassian took a step closer to you, "I knew what I'd done, I saw what I'd done to you and I couldn't see you look at me like that again. I wanted to protect you from me, I needed to get you away from me."
You wrapped your arms around your frame and found his eyes, his beautiful pools of rippling sadness screaming for you, "I don't need protecting from you, Cass. I just need you," you tucked a strand of your wet hair behind your ear and continued, "I don't know why I cling to you, it hurts to be away from you, I feel like my body is dying when you leave me. It feels like my soul is being ripped from my body and I can't breathe when you're gone. I'm nothing without you. I can't live without you."
Cassian had closed the gap between you, his hands finding a place on your hip and under your chin and he tilted your head upward, his eyes searched your face, delving into the deepest depths of your thrumming soul and his eyes widened, "Y/N," his voice was a whisper, his thumb glided across your cheek and you found yourself leaning into the touch, soaking up the affection like a sponge in the ocean.
Bottom lip wobbling, he took your face in his hands, "I think I know why you've been feeling like that."
Cassian's breath fanned across your face and you inhaled deeply, you felt your soul melting, all of the sadness now a painful memory, you felt hot white starlight and the shifting of those golden threads, webbing your essence together until it jolted into place. The snap. Cassian continued to hold you in his arms and your fingers brushed against his jaw, "We're mates," it was a fact, and he nodded.
"We're mates," a tear slid down his cheek, and you knew he felt all of your pain in that moment, "I promise that I will take care of that heart of gold for the rest of my days. I promise to love you endlessly until you tell me to stop," he rested his forehead against yours, "I knew it was you, I knew it was us."
"Meant to be," Cassian huffed out a gentle sigh and brushed his nose against your own before dipping his lips to meet yours.
It was better than you could have ever imagined, you felt your souls merging together into one, you felt the world grow lighter and your heart grow fuller, you felt your scent combining into something that could drown continents. You felt him.
And as long as you both lived, there would never be a day where either of you felt unloved.
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