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evilminji · 9 months

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Guess what color the Metorite Vandal Savage cuddled with, was?

Did you guess Ectoplasm Green?

Because it waaaaaaaas~ And! Thanks to a Certain Episode That Shall Not Be Named, we know that meteors and other space rocks CAN be Ecto-ranium!

Which!! Suggests OTHER Ecto-Elements may be floating about in space! Not in large amounts, but! Absurdly rare does NOT mean they never land on earth! Consider the various kryptonites! Rare! Still land on earth. Not all are immediately harmful to Kryptonians.

So? What other Ecto-Elements could land on earth? Perhaps one that... unlike Ecto-Ranium... that hurts Ghosts and Limnals? CREATES them?

Imagine if you with? You are Savage. Tired. Sore. Cold. The glowing rock... is WARM.

FEELS warm... deeper even then your skin. Like... like a blessing. Like the Sky Gods have sent you warmth and safety. Chosen you. You are so tired. The rock calls to you. The night is cold. Your body heavy. The light... so... so soft and pretty...

You wake up... Different.

Stronger. Smarter. More AWARE.

As though power has been poured into your veins. You no longer age. Are the ONLY of your kind. Wouldn't it be easy to make assumptions? For Obsession to twist your mind and time to alienate you from humanity? They are infants compared to you.

Isolation HAS been PROVEN to drive humans insane. And in so many ways? He is Isolated. Trapped without access to the Zone, the Realms Infinite. He is the only Man in a sea of violent, gibbering, ever repeating zygote. Thoughtless repetition of history's mistakes, played out before him, like Humanity itself is smashing it's head against a wall again and again and AGAIN.

Nothing new under the sun. Alone, decade after decade after century after millenia. Hungry for the presence of other people, their EMOTIONS and LIFE, but equally unable to bear them. Starving slowly.

Every war, each battle, a feast of SOMETHING that fills his stomach for years. The extreme emotions and sudden ends of Death releasing SOMETHING into the air he can not explain. Can not name. It fills him.

He is Chosen.

He is insane. An inherently social creature driven mad by social isolation. A ghost trapped in flesh, slowly warped by the filters of human perception and prolonged starvation. But... not alone... not forever...

A little town.

In that country built on mass Graves, that thinks so very highly of itself. Founded by witches. A town of CHILDREN. Stumbling and new. Like HIM.

Some stronger then others, as tends to be the case, some clever and sure footed. So many will not stand the tests of Time. They are too weak. But... BUT! Oh~ LOOK At Them! A Tribe of Children.

They will live FOREVER.

They must be protected. As he walks amongst them, he can see them struggle to understand themselves. To hide their greatness from the reactionary masses. Already the children have drawn the attention of some governmental branch of this or that. Were too inexperienced and without leadership.

No Father to guide them. No patriarch.

The best they have is a floating child. "Phantom". Children guiding children, truly it is madness.

As he stands on the steps of the halls of their little town's government hall. Do you think Vandal Savage smiles? Pats the head of a passing child, after he catches her, to keep her from stumbling? Is he the very picture of a pleasant, gregarious man?

How trustworthy.

Vladimir Masters must look up from his work, at his overly ornate desk, and meet the eyes of something far, FAR worse then himself. Know in that instant, as like recognizes like, that a monster has stepped foot into his office. What choice does he make, I wonder?

When his instincts scream this... this is likely it. You have no escape. This thing will go through you, continue on, consume and control until it has it's fill. You are an obstacle it seeks to... Remove.

What does he do then?

In that moment... does he think of the Family his Obsession cradles so dear? The woman he loves, unknowing of this danger? The children, the SON, no doubt first to be targeted after he falls?

I imagine he does.

He cares little for Jack Fenton. But Vladimir Masters, in his own twisted way, does love Jack's family dearly. He sits at his desk, brought from home, bought with stolen wealth, and smiles a businessman's polite smile. Let's his hand brush the decorative bobblehead of to the side. Slips his finger, intangible, just beneath the surface of the plastic...

..to the emergency switch below.

Flick.

Messages Sent.

Three phones light up, dispite having blocked his number. The screen fills with simple messages, repeated and bold.

RUN. GO NOW. I'M ALREADY DEAD.

RUN. RUN. RUN.

PLEASE.

RUN.

@stealingyourbones @hdgnj @ailithnight

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #vandal savage #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #if he had to choose between himself and his family #hed choose himself #but is he had to choose between literally ANYTHING ELSE and his family?#hed choose them #every time #Vlad DOES love this #hes just an awful gremlin man #minji's writing

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akunoniwa · 4 months

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Reconciliation

AN: i really like the priest trope y'all and dottore continues to plague my being.

Synopsis: In which you confess to your earnest, local priest about your most wretched sins...

Pairing: Priest!Il Dottore x fem!reader

Warnings: MDNI, he's a priest all of the sudden... for some reason..., dirty (blabbing) talk, mutual masturbation ig, you two just drive each other mad

WC: ~2.7k

Also, if anyone is interested, for the last couple years I have been curating a playlist of Evil, Macabre, Scheming classical that I usually write to. You can find it here! (Spotify :/)

Dottore himself may possess a universe-worth of deranged secrets, but his malevolence was the most obvious truth of all.

He’d be a resourceful and dutiful liar, a rehearsed cosmopolitan who knows what to say to get not just underneath your frail blouse, but your skin. He’d often get hyperboles thrown his way, how he must be able to read minds… Surely… That is impossible, right?

How Dottore managed to slip in through the ancient cracks of the Church of Favonius, one could not trace with their finger alone, as he found a special way to bypass the seminary. Growing morbidly bored in his lab as his segments took care of the more ‘menial’ things, he had a thought, twisted and contorted as usual: Where could he get a true, mouth-watering taste of humanity, bare and earnest before him? Naturally, a church is a place where sin may be denounced, but in a sense is romanticized and encouraged in its fashionable banishment. How he’d not considered this his first time around was… Perhaps a symptom of his inability to have all of himself in one place, both cognitively and literally speaking.

Dottore couldn’t merely walk into the cathedral in search of employment, however. The fame he’d acquired was not for his victories, but rather his shortcomings, though the public wouldn’t discern them beyond atrocities, successful or not. While the Fatui had strange footholds in every part of Teyvat, his presence would not be shrugged off, especially should Seamus get word of his meanderings.

His plan, then, was simple– dispose of a working, familiar priest, and he could replicate him as he’s done before in Inazuma, promptly and quietly taking his place. The edges of his ears tingle with anticipation as he imagines all of the degeneracy and blasphemy he’d bear witness to in confession, perhaps he could absorb some inspiration for other projects… Or so he initially thought before you started coming to him for ‘advice’, blotting his mind with a different genre of filth.

In the confessional, he’s able to indulge in hearing various grim sins and tales, his tarnished soul getting off on the compiled suffering in one way or another. His coos of nurturing advice would aptly dilute any evidence of that, though, as he had a reputation to maintain. Besides, he wouldn’t be able to hear your most vile fantasies should he somehow get removed.

You came in routinely, your voice shrouded in its faux shame, so close to his ear as it was only separated by a mere wooden screen. He could damn near feel your tongue as it pushed your impure thoughts to him on its crests and troughs. He was well aware of your intentions, convinced you’d not step foot on church grounds were it not to hand-feed him samples of your depravities. The image of you kneeling, in such a decadent position while you granted him whispers of obscenities, made it hard to restrain a grin of utter, vulgar satisfaction.

Knowing who was approaching next, he allowed himself to loosen his grip on his character only slightly, “My… I never would’ve expected your prompt return…”

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned…” Your voice crept beautifully through the holes of the screen like a miasmic mist. He allowed his still-unfamiliar title slipping past your lips prick chills all over his body, the blatant implications of hierarchy stoning him.

This was all between you two anyhow, so he decided to play with you to his content, “I can only imagine.” His true voice, too, lingered like smoke through to your ears, dense yet airy, “Perhaps the Lord will find it within His grace to admonish you of your consistently licentious behavior… Tell me, dear, what ails you?”

“I just can't seem to stop thinking about you, Father…” You always had a hard time dropping the guise immediately, as if you haven’t shared these thoughts with him numerous times before.

You heard him shift, his robes moving slowly about his tensed, upright form, your voice drowning him when it was shaped in such a needy tone, “Ah… Quite the predicament, indeed. You know this is a safe place for you to air your sins out into the open, you must proclaim them clearly to Him.”

Your light giggle sent wakes of delirium through him, “I could never conceal my true self from you, Father… Although, I find myself wondering if you’re really an envoy of God or a spawn from Hell.”

“You wound me, darling, deeply so, though that will not divert my faith and divine purpose to ensure your merciful forgiveness.” He improvised artlessly, your implications alone rustling his guts, a friction he was growing addicted to. His entire being salivated at the thought of what mangled ideas you’d bring right to his feet. How you returned to him, beckoning for attention like a crow as you’d gift him with gleaming desire.

“A true messenger of God’s word would surely not get giddy at the thought of fucking one of their devotees… Wouldn’t you agree?” Your words were somewhat daring on your part, as you couldn’t entirely surmise just who was inches from you, but he has more than revealed his insatiable lechery.

You swore you could feel his breath through the screen as he pushed out an arrogant chuckle through his nose, as if there were no other place for you but the palm of his hand, “It’s that very thing, your passionate devotion, that compels Him. Though it seems you’re trying to parry attention away from your misdeeds…”

You noted, much to your pleasure, how he didn’t deny your accusation, “It’s just… Often when I go to pray before bed, I get distracted…”

“It’s entirely normal to get distracted,” He briefly paused, you could almost feel the breath that was perched in his throat in your own, “Perhaps you’re neglecting a piece of your conscience, an inherent part of yourself that you’ve yet to reconcile with.”

An inherent slut, that’s what he thought. How you come in here weekly only to tempt him, your mind is devoted to nothing nearly akin to a god. Truly exquisite.

You continued a bit more blatantly, toying with him, “That could be… It’s so hard to not lose my train of thought when I’m on my knees and can’t think of anything but your voice in place of His.”

His body was bleeding soot, he felt a build-up of carnal animosity trickle into his veins as you spoke, “Is that so… Was I not conveying His word as I usually do, darling?”

Your knees were quickly growing sore from kneeling, but the pain was blunted by the dull buzzing in your abdomen, “If His words are usually detailing what terrible things he’d like to do to me, but I can’t be so sure…”

His legs inadvertently parted, weakening upon your implications, a heat radiating between them that he wished was due to your body being between them. He was trying with every atom that built him to keep his hands in a neutral position on his thighs, but so desperately wanted to alleviate the growing strain in his slacks, “Terrible, indeed… I think you’re not truly allowing Him to touch you, darling, letting Him resonate deep inside you…” His veiled smirk ought to run laps around his entire face as he shuffled through his deck of delirious innuendos. He just enjoyed the theater of it all as his hands clawed at polyester.

While his acting was laughable from a more rational perspective, you were too intoxicated with want to mind and his prods were becoming too potent, “You may be right, Father,” You hoped to any higher power that calling him that was fucking with him. Not being able to see him was making you spiral, the need to merely touch him was stacking as you were beyond yourself before even making it to the church. Being that his voice was all you knew, you were sure that should he actually graze your skin, you’d be all the more susceptible to his antics.

As much as he likes to indulge in teasing you, he so badly wanted to drop the act that you’ve both rehearsed so many times before and insist that you meet him on this side of the screen. Your honeyed voice is always shredding him to dust, his mind disintegrating at the thought of how reprehensible it’d be to take you right here in the confines of the confessional box. Look him in the eyes from your precious, kneeled perspective and tell him how far from God you’ve fallen, how your repentance can only be properly demonstrated on his cock. Your delectable moans would drip right into his ear as he takes you, making your sex the only sacrament you’ll ever require.

“Father?” You called to him through his mental escapade delicately, his silence unsettling in several ways, though it seems you’d successfully wedged your way into his head.

“Yes, darling.” His ability to respire becomes all the more taxing, the facade threatening to shatter as he almost forgets his role for a moment.

“Could you… Do me a favor?” Curling, winding, your vague presence was constricting around him so deliciously.

“What is it…?” You already had him at the heel of each consonant. You debated in your fantasies what you’d lose yourself over more: Being told what to do, or telling him what to do… Did you have to choose?

You bared your fanged will, “I know you want to touch yourself desperately, if you’re not already…” You began, confident in your assumptions as you heard an eroded breath tumble from his lips, “Could you do that for me…?”

His brows collided in a furrow, dumbfounded with how forward you were finally being, “Of course, darling…” He easily committed, “Anything to bestow God’s love, even to the undeserving…”

He didn’t care to hold back his heady exhale upon finally kneading a palm into his already well-hardened cock, cuffing it now and then to outline the silhouette through his pants. You, too, let him in on your movements, ensuring he heard your sweet, lofty mewls as your fingers padded your clit ever so slowly.

“How do you feel, Father… Tell me…” You sang to him, oh how he wished he could see your flushed face, how you urged him to pleasure himself.

“I know it wouldn’t compare to your vile little mouth.” He groaned through another wavered exhale, “I would go as far as to guess you were wet before you got down on your knees, before you got to this Church, thinking about how badly you want to be fucked in such a sacred place…” Saying this knowing damn well how his body faltered at the sight of your name being rightfully branded on his list for another confession.

“Maybe that’s just how I show my devotion, Father…” You bit your lip as your clit gradually stiffened with need, cycling just the right spot, hardly able to resist rutting into your hand.

“Fuck, and you keep calling me that,” His grip tightened, though he’d not let himself free from his constraints yet.

“Is that not what you are? Or are you, God forbid, hiding something?” You pressed him in unison with your hand.

Him revealing his true identity would benefit no one, including you, but something about being able to fuck you as his true self set him ablaze. His expression tightened into one of brief apprehension, he could feel the knocking of his heart in his throat– There’s no feasible way you’d know who he is…

“Of course,” He assured himself more than anyone else, “But when you say it the way you do, in that sickening little whine of yours… It’s too good, darling, too much.” You reeled as you could hear the grin that tugged at his lips, though the struggle to maintain composure between you is what spoiled you.

“Are you moving… Fast or slow?” You forced him to elaborate, though your voice only continued to dwindle.

“Painfully slow…” His hips instinctually rose and fell in his vice grip, “I wish it were any part of you, darling… Your hand, your pretty mouth… Maybe you’d be sitting in my lap…” He mused wickedly.

You hummed in a whisper, “I wish I could touch you…” You decided to admit, “What would you want me to do to you, Father…?” You dug your interrogation into him as you wandered to your cunt, overflowing with slick need as two fingers dove inside in a curl. How you could have his cock pushing through you right in this moment but you both opted for this pitiful demonstration instead…

He adored how you were tearing yourself apart for him, desperation infecting your words, “Perhaps I’d want you to start with your hand in place of mine so you could realize how utterly insane you make me feel… How hard I am for you with just your voice alone, darling.” The rhythm of his breaths was becoming more hasty, the timbre of his voice growing more tangy as his lust snuck through the confines of his weakening dignity.

“Fuck, I really just wanna feel your hot lips wrapped around me, that filthy mouth of yours… Your flattened tongue running against the underside…”

You egged him on with a moan of approval, his mental painting distracting your movements from exceeding a slow massage inside you, “That sounds so good, I want to be the one making you feel good…”

On that note, he found himself needing to corrupt you. Requiring it. It was a perfect setting to do so, beheld in the eyes of sanctity at its most intense. It made him want to rip his own heart out, how this feeling ravaged his entire being. He wanted to be the only one who could make you feel like you served a purpose, symbiotic destruction as he’d fuck you until you could recall nothing else but the sensation of his cock filling you to the most dizzying brim. As much as he wanted you to worship him, he found the prospect of making you ascend with pleasure more gratifying.

“I bet you’d be the kind to get off on me fucking your mouth, neglecting your aching little cunt…” He loved denying himself the raw contact with his cock, but it was becoming quite the task to uphold as he moved to fumble with his belt buckle.

Your face managed to insulate itself with a blush that, should he have seen it, he would’ve taken you upon first notice, “I’d want you to grip my hair, forcing me to keep eye contact…”

“Good, darling, now you’re imagining… How I’d make you gag looking right into your eyes, as that’s only what you deserve for punishment’s sake.” He managed to free himself from his slacks, with no patience to adjust himself beyond his length protruding through the opening of his fly. Your shallow pants were so close to his ear, through the fine holes of the screen he hallucinated a face to imagine. He watched the apparition of you sway and twitch as you were barely able to remain upright while your fingers pumped inside you.

“Do you often touch yourself in prayer, darling?” He ventured.

“Only if it’s to you… Your voice truly haunts me, especially when you tell me all of this worthless shit, I just… Can’t help myself, Father.”

“I think of you all the time, how close we are right now, how I could fucking destroy you but we continue like this anyway.”

“Why don’t you come out of your little box and fuck me then?”

His damned laugh that drove you up the vaulted cathedral walls sounded once more, wondering how long he could be stowed away like this. It is Sunday after all, but perhaps this schedule 10 minutes before mass was intentional. Dottore was adeptly full of himself as he’d not mind if your screams were heard over the choir, in fact, that’d be ideal. While the confessional wasn’t in the main hall, it wasn’t secluded enough to dampen how his hips would assault the skin of your behind as he took you…

Your offer was too divine to refuse.

#...i could write a part two...#hoyoverse plz feed me more dottore content im withering lmao #perhaps if he kicked my ass i would stfu abt him...???#il dottore x fem!reader #il dottore x reader #genshin impact x reader #il dottore #genshin smut #作文

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sorcerous-caress · 21 days

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Hihi! I just wanted to leave a message letting you know how much I enjoy the stuff you've written. Your human kink tag is probably one of my favorites on this website to be honest, I've read through it so many times (its hard to pick a favorite, but i think mine my be the one with Halsin and the human tav/companions), and i adore the way you write for karlach and shadowheart as well (shadowhearts not even really one of my favorites, but you write her in such a way i think she ended up getting bumped up my list of favorites). Just wanted to say thanks for all that ig!! 🍒

Halsin is one of my fav when it comes human kink because you can tell the man is humanity's number one cheerleader.

"The average elf sleeps with 10 humans a year," factoid actually just statistical error. The average elf sleeps with 0 humans per year. XxHumanzlover69xX Archdruid Halsin, who lives in a cave & sleeps with 10,000 humans each day, is an outlier and should not have been counted

The average elf also consumes 0 human porn per year. Meluidil, the goonerbrained high elf, is personally responsible of 90% of the high forest traffic to human porn sites.

Halsin screams human kink. While wood elves have the least degrading view on the homosapiens amongst all other elf kins who view us as less than bugs, they still remain pretentious in their own way of patting us on the head for not burning down our forests...this year.

Take Kagha, for example. She'd be damned if she let a mere human direct her ways. In comparison to her venom filled fangs, we are mere deer fawns, clumisly still learning how to walk without tripping over our own feet.

But Halsin? Our "pathetic nature" brings out the protective instincts in him whilst making him crave us insatiably. He wants a cute human or a dozen to take under his wings and show them the ways of the natural order. Properly teach them about harmony and the various pleasures the oak father blessed his creatures with.

Humans categorize themselves as animals after all, don't they? Halsin would find that notion too silly and adorable of us. Yet he can see it in our graceless ways, primal hormones, and short-sighted nature. Its makes him pity how we can't truly connect with nature like he does, since if we're a part of the gaint picture that is nature, we simply can't step away to view it whole like elves can. We merely live in our veiled and narrow corner of the painting.

Or this is all just elf propaganda. Tales Corellon spinned to make his children believe they're inherently superior so they don't go making half elves left and right and therefore make him lose his domain. Who knows?

It's just that Halsin took the "humans are lesser than you" message a little too personally, and now he sees it as his duty to care and protect humanity.

It doesn't hurt that we are very easy on the eyes and easy to coax to bed. Elves have all these courting rituals that take years at a time just for a kiss, it's so refreshing to just walk to a human and make his intentions known in a poetic line or two that has them sliding onto his lap and touching his pointy ears all curious and wide eyed.

It's not every day that you meet a big, strong elf that shatters your painted glass view of delicate elves. That makes your human hunger for knowledge and cat-like curiosity go haywire as you tiptoe around the subject to get information from him.

He thanks his orc ancestor every night for the many cute humans asking to touch his muscles after a drink or two.

Humans are new, refreshing and constantly inconsistent. From the most primal cutthroat ones that wrestle the control from Halsin to the softest adorable ones that sit on his lap and let him do all the work. We are as cunning as we are dumb.

It's the most intoxicating drug he has had. The more he sleeps with humans, the more he wants more. No two are the same.

Nothing gets him going than watching two humans drown in the pleasure with each other, bodies glistening with sweat as they chase after one another's mouth. Hungry and impatient, Clearly frustrated with their lungs' burning for air as they are forced to break the kiss. Watch a human make another bend over under them, a struggle of power filled with possessive bites, moans and curses. Like their own emptions and desires are too intese for their human brain to process so they need more, melting in greed as they push their bodies past their limit just to scratch the itch.

He wants to watch two humans exhaust each other into oblivion before he takes over. Be gentle and guide them through one more orgasm just for him, experiencing first hand just how unbreakable the human spirit truly is as they stubbornly refuse to stop and keep demanding more.

Followed by providing aftercare for the two of them as they cuddle against him. Looking so Innocent with their soft features as they sleep, trusting him to watch over and protect them.

Halsin's other top fantasy is having a human druid be his disciple. Clearly new in the ways of Oak father and yet so passionate and determined. Halsin would show blatant favouritism as he takes them personally on quests with him, have them tend to the plants in his chambers just before he gently lays them over his bed and claim them.

On another note, poly Halsin with human Tav who's with Gale, Wyll or Minsc is literally his wettest dream. He wants to take you and your human lover on dates before fucking you both to sleep.

He enjoys hanging around in a full party of humans and laughing at their adorable antics while tending to their every whim. Poor human forgot their food? Halsin has some berries in his pocket, open wide, and he'll feed them to you

Your legs are tired? Come here and he'll carry you, don't worry about his wandering hand squeezing your thighs and waist, marveling at how squishy the human body is in comparison to elves.

Bored? Sad? Anxious? He will turn into a cat and be your best friend for the rest of the day. Watch you squeel at how fluffy his fur is as you pet and coddle him, a complete 180 to how you were before, especially if you happened to be closed off to him.

He does find it hilarious how humans who are shy around him or suspicious immediately change their attitude when he wildshapes into an animal they deem cute. He knows they know it's still him inside but their instincts to cuddle everything fluffy wins over their pride and they throw themselves at him.

Thank you so much. I haven't written or posted on this blog in a long while, so most people who read my stuff just come and go silently while leaving likes. It's discouraging to know the author is absent when leaving a comment because they think we might never see it, but I promise we do. Yours made me very happy, and I'm grateful for it <3

#♡human kink #♡smut #♡halsin #human kink #elf x human

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hunwes · 3 months

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Paranormal birth

However it seems to be impossible, paranormal impregnation is an existing method of reproduction by humans őt exoterrestrials.

This is indeed unexplainable how does it work. There are only few traces about the process itself, but the result is likely a healthy offspring which is identical to the race. However these babies may have some supernatural abilities which origin are unknown.

But returning to the impregnation itself, it's usually a ritual at an undisclosed location, such as temples, altairs, lairs or other mysterious places. Supernatural forces are involved including good and evil.

The female participant have to be pure, devoted and willing to have a child anyhow. Sometimes virginity is required, other cases there are some wonderful events when fruitless women gives birth to a healthy baby.

Mandy is considered infertile. All her relationships and even a marriage ended up with the cruel fact she couldn't get pregnant, however she literally did everything to have a baby. Her former partners could not stand the fact, that Mandy won't be able to conceive.

Once she heard about a mysterious sect called "The offspring of mother nature". As a last straw and desperation to have a child, she joined them. She had to change lifestyle: no processed food, no meat or animal products, only plant-based meals were allowed to consume and spring water or herbal tea to drink. She was taking part in various purification sermons, meditations, specific body exercises. Also her religious training in the forces of nature was intense.

When the leaders considered her ready for the ritual, they've introduced her to the altair of Nature's Wonder. The place where every prepared woman gets gifted by the power of elements with a child. The ritual began, Mandy was put into a hypnotic trance to meet those forces of nature in spiritual way.

The members of the sect where also in deep trance, chanting and calling the forces of Nature to bless Mandy with a child. She was indeed asleep when her abdomen swelled slowly up, such as her breasts. What happened, no one knows. The whole process was like a miracle, including the accelerated pregnancy.

Then shortly after a high-priest approached and spilled some pure earth on Mandy's baby bump, while she still was in trance. Then the wonder started: her water broke and with intense pains the birth started. It didn't take long to birth her unknown fetus, which was believed to be a gift from the nature itself. The birth was eventually carried out without any complications, Mandy gave life to a beautiful baby girl, named Crystal.

She was indeed the happiest woman on the Globe and agreed to stay with the sect, as she wanted to have more babies. But who's the father? How she got pregnant? What kind of powers those offspring has? No one will ever know for sure. Things remained unexplained to the outside world.

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srbachchan · 1 year

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DAY 5559

Jalsa, Mumbai May 6, 2023 Sat 10:20 PM

Birthday ... and the wishes go to Ef Anil Vasudev and his dear respected wife Aarti .. on their 14th marriage anniversary on May 07 .. love and togetherness .. 💍💕

Birthday EF - Zain Hussain .. Sunday, 7 May .. greetings from the Ef family

when you sit to discuss the proposals of what is on offer in these days of professional overtures , you discover apart form all else the context of the World and the Universe in more than one way ..

The inventions the ideas that float about on how to make the work we do compatible with the ease of execution and in the minimum of effort ..

We , as I said , live in different times and the change happens each day .. it is best to either not keep up with the Kumars, Iyers, Singh’s , Mukerji’s, (and not the oft understood phrase .. keep up with the Jone’s) all across the varied communities of the Country .. and be in independent realms of our own reckoning to deserve a living free and unobservant .. form all that beckons us each day ..

OR ..

dive into the technological exigencies , research the mode and invents and their applications .. know the language that threatens to burst upon us in such velocity that will uproot all that was understood and practised in calmer times and environs ..

The human speaks and thinks with speed now .. the expression and the brevity of the express .. the understanding by the other in no uncertain terms and conditions, that this is what it is .. take or leave ..

and when they have left the environ of discuss you sit and wonder where we are all going ..

going certainly not for the GATE at JALSA tomorrow, for .. there is work on location which can only be given permission for on a Sunday ..

There shall be effort of course to return in time for the 5:45 pm at Jalsa .. but there could be a delay or a non appearance .. so a warning in advance to keep away ..

an aside ..

Injectables that anaesthesia inducts come in various shapes and forms .. and the mildest can cause the numb pain free zone, dead and numb to the body and to most other ..

how does it happen .. the study of nerves and the study of the chemical that enters the system is known but unknown of its measure of deceit ..

all that is manufactured by the human is what they have discovered from the Earth ..

the Earth .. filled with all that envelops survival .. yet we disown it and rubble it to conditions unliveable ..

blessed are they that do without the inventive invents of the brain .. nature built them .. nature shall limit them .. nature shall devour them ..

rocket science ??

Naaah ..

Its Good Night

Amitabh Bachchan

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everywitchway · 2 months

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Routines and Rituals

Though our routines are usually only jokingly referred to as "daily rituals", I see no reason we can't make the colloquialism a reality. Injecting a little magic into our consistent actions can bring a deeper connection to one's craft- and own body and lifestyle!- through mindful repetition... And possibly create other benefits through simple cause and effect... or via magical focus. Is this not using will to shape reality? ;)

Beverages and Hydration

Anything that can be safely imbibed orally can be considered a potion. Any tea? Potion. Apple Juice? Sure, it's a potion, too. A Sparkling Water Beverage? People before carbonation's invention wouldn't know what to call that but a potion of some sort. I almost tried to justify in my mind that water or juice couldn't be potions alone, but potion ingredients... But each ingredient generally does have its own property on its own, and can be used alone, can it not? Water seems, to me, to be the great carrier, and somewhat analogous to clear quartz in application.

Meals

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," as they say... especially if it's one of the ways you start off on a magically mindful foot.

Lunch is the mid day respite from- or peak of- our daily energy. A good energy for magical lunch is usually one of recooperation and regeneration. It may also be a time for socialization if you go to school or work, so creating communicative and relative energies may assist in comfortable interactions with others.

Snacks are little blessings to our bodies throughout the day, and can be celebrated as such with small ritual actions. From small mental notes to full gestures and prayer, quick acts of magic can boost the impact of your snacks and pick-me-ups

Dinner is (usually) the largest meal, and (usually) the time we re-center after a long day. Grounding to the home is important, and I can't think of anything better for that than a hearty meal. If living with others, this is a great time to reconnect with your housemate(s), partner(s), family member(s), pet(s) etc. Many connections have been formed around a dining table, and this has helped humanity share with and get to know each other for as long as it has been.

Dessert is a great magical option for celebration and for special occasions. It can also be a reward for oneself after accomplishing a goal, magical or otherwise. Perhaps it's an act of self care and self love, a treat to lift the spirit.

Self Care

Brushing our teeth and washing our faces are cleansing activities, I think we would all agree. Cleansing with a shower or a simple wash of the hands can be a magical action of its own when done mindfully. Hand sanitizers come in a wide variety of scents and varieties, and these can be used with common magical correspondences quickly, on the go... maybe even on a keychain or in a spray or foam form! Face washes come with different bases and organic/botanical additives, and in various strengths and applications. (Be mindful to care for your skin, and if anything feels or looks not okay, see a dermatologist.) Body washes, bubble baths, bath bombs, and more can be viewed through the lenses of correspondences, too... the applications and possibilities are endless!

Moisturizers and Lotions are great applications for spells as invisible sigils, while coming in a variety of bases and scents and sorts that can be viewed with correspondences. If you're cleansing your face, be sure to do something to moisturize it as well!

Perfumes or scented oils can be utilized magically via scent correspondences, and crystals or herbs can sometimes be inside the jar or bottle. Some are even roll-on, and can be used to draw sigils or choose specific points to apply to. Dab-on perfumes and oils and such can be used perfectly just as well.

Make up can be a perfect way to apply some variety of glamour spell, even if one does not do much. Color correspondences are great for this, and the same magical approach can be used when painting one's nails or dying one's hair. Especially effective with nails are mindful choices: shapes, sigils, patterns, accents, etc that mean something. Hair styling can also imply a lot, energetically, and impact us just as well; as a hair stylist myself, I have a lot I want to say on the subject... but this is not the time nor place. This post is already quite long.

Routine/Ritual

Anything you do regularly, big or small, can be made into a quick charm or spell with a bit of mindfulness. Walking a regular route daily can become a meditative experience with the right music and mindset... or perhaps a spell casting experience with the right incantation (internally or aloud) or charm. A regular drive can become a charging-up experience on your way to work or school with the right soundtrack and approach. Cleaning your room or taking out the trash is cleansing. You might wish to ground in the garden after dinner every night. You could do something less frequent, weekly visits to a nearby park to connect with nature... Something even less frequent, monthly outings with more purpose... Perhaps an annual big thing, if you like. The possibilities are endless.

The long and the short of it is: Anything can be made magical. Mindfulness can surround us with magic if we will it and live it. What do you already find yourself doing regularly? What don't do you do regularly that you should? Can a little magic help? If not, what blockages are you facing? It's okay to struggle, even when trying desperately to be mindful. The important thing is to start anew at every chance you can. The "I've blown it for the week/month" mindset that we(I?) get with planners or goal-work isn't an option; every day/moment is another chance to check in with ourselves, take a breath, forgive ourselves, and try again.

We all struggle, but I believe in you; thank you to anyone reading this who is still believing in me. I'm working every day to take a breath, do the same, and try again.

Love, Health, and Safety to Everyone!

EveryWitchWay (5Y2Y6Y)

#witchcraft #routines #rituals #self care #daily #mindfulness #first post in a while #a lot has happened #witchblr #pagan

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Please, please, PLEASE throw us a bone and give us a little insight on what you plan to do with the whole Kyojuro/Akaza debacle in your demon slayer Au 😢

Hehe, I assume you mean in the role swap AU? But yeah, sure thing! Anything to ramble about Kyo and Akaza lmao

So, everyone has already seen their first meeting with Akaza digging up the Kamados' graves in an attempt to find out how/why they were murdered, and he got caught by Kyojuro, who was not low key at all about the fact that he knows something about Tanjiro and Nezuko, thus confirming they were both very much alive, when Akaza had been told they were both dead by Muzan (well, and Douma)

I do have to admit that Kyojuro and Akaza won't actually get another interaction until the Mugen train though.

However, as Kyojuro has already made very clear, he is going to be vehemently searching for Akaza so he can convince him to become a demon and turn on the Corps, because, well, he likes him! Tamayo has also given her blessing for this, which means Akaza is officially off limits to any Kizuki, they're not allowed to harm him in any way

On Akaza's side of things, his encounter with Kyojuro only made him more suspicious. Not only because of the vague claims of knowing what happened to the Kamados, but Tanjiro's body was missing from the grave, and the Kamados were beheaded. It obviously wasn't a demon who killed them despite what he was told. And given the fact that Kie always suspected the Corps hid something about Nezuko's "death" it doesn't take Akaza long to become suspicious of the Corps, and to start investigating the Kamado family's murders in earnest.

It eventually lands him in some deep shit with the Corps when he goes poking around some things they didn't want him to know about (namely, some stuff with a certain younger Shinazugawa bro). Akaza has always been kept on a tight leash by the Corps despite being a Hashira, and this ends with Muzan dictating every single thing he does and monitoring everything he does. But he doesn't want to waste other Hashira's time to babysit Akaza, so he eventually gets sent on the Mugen train mission with Gyutaro, Rui, and Susumaru, all of whom are tsuguko to various Hashira, so despite Akaza being ranked above them, they're expected to report back on every single thing he does and are trusted to do so considering some of their... unique circumstances

This would all be fine, but Makomo has been eating humans left and right on the Mugen train, and Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Inosuke were sent to learn hunting techniques from her.

This leads to Akaza having a confrontation with the Kamados, learning both his former students are not only alive, but are demons themselves, and are working intimately with the Kizuki. His world shatters.

And when he almost kills Makomo... she panics and calls for backup.

Considering his favorite Hashira who he's been looking for so diligently has resurfaced, Kyojuro shows up. He and Akaza get their extremely homoerotic fight scene, that mostly consists of Kyojuro begging him to become a demon, while Akaza demands to know what the Kizuki did to the Kamado sibs to make them turn out this way. The fight eventually ends with Kyojuro very obviously sparing Akaza's life, and leaving him be, though with a heavy warning that if he doesn't consider the offer to turn against the Corps, Akaza's life will be forfeit to the Kizuki soon enough.

And to make things even worse for Akaza... Gyutaro, Ume, Rui, and Susumaru all witnessed a Kizuki spare his life. They witnessed Akaza fail as a Hashira, as he should have killed Kyojuro, or died trying himself. Both of them walking away from that fight shouldn't have been an option, and when they report that to the Corps, the very last bit of Akaza's luck with Muzan runs out. He's as good as a dead man.

Kyojuro knows this. After all, he was a slayer himself. He knows how the Corps operates, how their punishments function. He knows Akaza won't keep his life much longer if he stays with the Corps, so then resolves to bring him to the Infinity Palace, whether Akaza is willing or not. He'll convince him to like it eventually!

The immediate aftermath of the Mugen train is where the current installment of the AU wraps up, and it will be followed by what I have lovingly titled "the renkaza interlude" in my outline document haha. It's basically focused on Akaza and Kyojuro's developing relationship after these incredibly intense two first meetings, as well as Akaza's relationship with the Kamado sibs, and Genya. On top of this, Akaza is forced to reckon with the fact that Koyuki and Keizo's deaths weren't what he once thought, leaving Kyojuro and Shinobu to help him investigate their murders, all while whispering sweet nothings about betraying the Corps that are getting harder and harder to ignore

I'm very excited for that installment, but I do have to get through shadow of sunlight first, as well as write up Akaza's backstory for how he even ended up a Hashira haha

But I do hope that was enough of a bone for you!

#kimetsu no yaiba #kyojuro rengoku #akaza #renkaza #au: everyone bleeds red #asks #kaz rambles #long post

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voraciousvore · 5 months

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The Half-Blood Giant

This story is a sequel to my story The Giant and a crossover project that ties the worlds of my various works together. This story will feature settings and characters established in my other stories Boarding School for Giants and In the Belly of the Giant so I would recommend reading those first for context (linked).

Chester and Jackie bring into the world a son, a half-human, half-giant hybrid who will struggle to find his place in the bleak, brutal reality he has been born into.

51 Chapters; 128,241 words

Content Warning: Contains vore, violence, and sex

Chapter 1: The Calm Before the Storm

“Chester… I’m pregnant.”

Chester stopped typing on his computer and looked down at his tiny wife with confusion. “What?”

Perhaps he didn’t hear her correctly. Such a circumstance wasn’t possible. He was a giant, over two hundred feet tall. She was a human—an incredibly tiny, cute, tasty little thing that meant the world to him. He loved her more than anything, and he would be delighted to have a child with her, but he wasn’t foolish enough to hold on to that fantasy, when they weren’t even the same species.

He thought, fleetingly, that she might be joking. However, a simple glance at her facial expression dispelled that notion swiftly. Jackie was in a panic. Chester hadn’t seen her this way in a long time, not since she had learned not to fear him. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and her eyes were wide and wild.

“You’re serious,” Chester verbalized slowly, dumbfounded. Jackie could only nod. Chester blinked and stared at her for a long moment. “Why, Jackie… that’s wonderful! We’re going to be parents!”

Jackie stared up at him in horror. “Are you insane?” Chester didn’t take offense at her words, merely tilting his head. “Have you ever heard of a giant and a human having a child?”

“Well… no,” Chester confessed. “I mean, normally, giants just eat humans. You know that.”

“Right,” Jackie affirmed tearfully. She huddled her arms around her body, shaking. “Chester, I don’t know what’s going to happen… I’m scared…” She sniffled. “What if this pregnancy kills me? What if the fetus gets too big and tears me open from the inside?” She started to hyperventilate as her imagination conjured up gory images of her skin splitting open, organs tearing, blood flowing like rivers from gaping holes in her body.

Chester lowered his hand and gently wrapped his fingers around his miniature wife. “Don’t fret, Jackie… you’ll be okay,” his deep, full voice rumbled around her. He picked her up and pressed her to his plush lips, kissing her softly. Jackie buried herself in those giant, sensual lips, wider and thicker than her entire body. Despite the situation, she was soothed by her husband’s reassuring, tender touch.

Chester raised Jackie up to eye level, so she could get lost in the gigantic shining emeralds, flecked with gold, of his irises. “If our respective species weren’t compatible together, my seed would not be able to fertilize you. Thus, you WILL be capable of carrying this pregnancy, without a doubt,” he reasoned. Truthfully, Chester wasn’t sure if his logic was sound, but he wanted to comfort Jackie. He had learned, with time, to be more sensitive to Jackie’s feelings, rather than being so blunt as he normally was. Humans were fragile beings, after all. Besides, he had faith. Fate had brought the couple a child, and Chester believed the heavens had blessed them with the improbable.

Jackie wiped the dew from her eyes and smiled weakly. “Thank you, Chester. Maybe you’re right.” She caressed the palm of his hand with her miniscule fingers, tracing the creases in the skin. The giant’s heart swelled with fresh love for his adorable little wife and he stooped forward to kiss her again, nibbling her with his lips. Jackie was in heaven, surrounded by his enormous masculine presence, his calming scent, his warm skin and breath.

“Mmmm,” he hummed softly with pleasure. His lips ran over her dainty arms and legs, widening to envelop them in fleshy, wet softness. He drank in her mesmerizing scent through his nose. His teeth separated and he started to salivate as he brushed her with the tip of his tongue. He swallowed the lake of drool forming in his mouth. “Jackie, I know this might not be the best time… but goodness, I can’t resist you...”

Jackie chuckled and shook her head. “Never change, Chester.” She slid her hands over the curve of his lower lip into the damp darkness of his maw. His lips and teeth parted to permit ingress as she crawled inside. The little woman showed no fear as she climbed over his teeth, even going so far as to undress while within his huge mouth. Chester maneuvered her clothes away with his tongue and spat them out into his hand. He set the garments down on his desk and leaned back in his chair to relax, rolling Jackie around in his mouth.

Chester had eaten Jackie countless times, yet he never failed to marvel at her delectable flavor. She seemed to taste better every time: the ideal combination of sweet and savory, the perfect little meal to satisfy his palate. Chester had eaten other humans in the past, but none as delicious as her. The texture of her delicate body on his tongue delighted just as much: soft, smooth, feminine curves, that almost tempted him to sink his teeth into her succulent flesh.

The giant would never chew his beloved, however. He was content with playing with her on his tongue, rubbing her along his teeth and gums, sliding her against the roof of his mouth, stuffing her in his cheeks and sucking on her. He basked in gluttonous pleasure, tasting and teasing until he could no longer hold back his hunger as his guts roared for sustenance, deep within the core of his massive body.

Chester knew from prior discussions on the matter that Jackie preferred to be swallowed feet first, so he nudged her toward his gullet and waited for her to get into a comfortable position. He felt her diminutive feet skid across the back of his tongue and slide into his throat, and greedily gulped her down. She went down smooth as cream, filling Chester with carefree bliss as she dropped into his stomach. He was in harmony with her every movement as she shifted around before settling in. He sighed with contentment and patted his belly as Jackie rubbed his stomach lining from the inside.

Chester was relieved that Jackie allowed him to eat her so readily. Early on in their relationship, she was terrified of being swallowed, and acquiesced only reluctantly to letting him put her in his mouth, in order to reign in his intense cravings for human meat. Giants in Chester’s world suffered from constant, irresistible urges to devour their choice prey, humans, and Chester was no exception. Humans were a rare delicacy in the Land of Giants, so when he found Jackie stranded in his world, he sought to protect her from other giants while resisting his own overwhelming compulsion to consume her.

In some ways, they were both extremely lucky. Jackie was fortunate that she ran into a gentle giant and survived, even during Chester’s moment of weakness when he ate her for the first time. Chester considered himself blessed to find the love of his life right outside his home, when he had been alone for so long, like a special gift. She was perfect for him, and perfectly sized: so cute when sitting in the palm of his hand, and so satisfying when occupying his mouth or belly.

Their forced close proximity had enabled a forbidden love to blossom, and they embraced it willingly. While their relationship had not been without its trials and difficulties, they were very happy together. Chester kept Jackie safe, guarding her closely and staying alert for any potential threats. The evil blond giant who had snatched Jackie twice kept his distance, though Chester was aware he watched from afar: He rarely spotted the malicious giant, but his sensitive nose sometimes picked up his unwelcome scent on the breeze. Chester omitted this information from Jackie, so as not to frighten her unduly.

Jackie’s talent with magic had improved with time, allowing her to do more than she could before and dramatically improving the couple’s quality of life together. She discovered that the potency of her blood magic increased if she imbibed the blood of different giants. Chester’s brother Jasper had willingly donated a few drops for the cause, but Chester’s parents were more begrudging. While they were reasonably cordial to Jackie, at least to her face, they still distrusted humans and magic-users in general. Jackie was incensed to be treated in such a way, but held her tongue. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t immune to physical retaliation, and that she was small enough to be squished between a giant’s fingers, especially a giant as large and imposing as Chester’s father. He was careful when handling her, but she knew he had a hot temper. Fortunately, Chester had learned to be more assertive with his father. His love for Jackie gave him strength and boosted his confidence.

With her increased magical potency, and lots of additional practice, Jackie learned new spells that were extremely useful. Her affinity for blood magic allowed her to conceal her scent, so Chester could take her places without other giants sniffing her out. She could grow in size, albeit only for a short time, but enough for Chester and her to share intimate relations like a normal couple—hence her pregnancy. She could heal minor wounds with ease and cast protective spells. In fact, she found her magic was strong enough to keep her alive and safe in a giant’s belly, much to Chester’s delight. Now, he could fully eat her without fear of digestion, rather than just holding her in his mouth.

Jackie was scared at first to allow herself to be swallowed, even with her magic protecting her. She had been eaten enough times to have nightmares about it. Chester wanted to eat her so badly, though, that he wouldn’t let it go. Finally, on a day when she was feeling bold, Jackie decided to try it. Chester, hardly able to contain his gluttony, slobbered all over her as he gobbled her up. Jackie was surprised to discover that she didn’t mind being in Chester’s stomach when she didn’t have to fear dying, especially when she gave her giant lover so much pleasure. He was positively glowing with rapture afterwards. It was an odd form of intimacy, but one they readily embraced. Additionally, his cravings were sated for longer, so he didn’t need to taste her as often if he actually ate her instead. Jackie found the arrangement to be reasonable.

Powerful spells such as the anti-digestion spell drained her magic enough to where Jackie couldn’t use any blood magic for, at minimum, the remainder of the day, so she had to conjure them sparingly. She was able to increase her magical potential and stamina with practice and meditation. Even so, she had more talent for blood magic as opposed to lightning magic. Lightning was powerful but volatile. Jackie had trouble controlling it and needed a lot of time to recharge before summoning more bolts. She reached the point where she could manifest stable portals large enough for Chester to travel through, but such a task was exhausting.

When Jackie practiced making portals, she was startled to discover other realms existed, besides the human realm and the Land of Giants. Creating windows to other universes was fascinating but also frightening, since Jackie never knew what to expect. She feared a faceless horror might crawl through a portal of her own making, so she was very careful. In particular, she was amazed to come across a world where both humans and giants lived and interacted together, to a limited capacity. As intriguing as it was, though, she was hesitant to enter such a world, since she didn’t want Chester to be tempted to eat any humans and she still feared unknown giants herself. Her bad experiences had scarred her.

Jackie observed that, while her magic overall was finite, draining one type did not necessarily affect the other. Thus, she could use a powerful blood magic spell, sapping her of that specific type of magic, and still be capable of using lightning magic, although it might be more difficult to manifest. Jackie tried to learn other types of magic, but she lacked an innate affinity for them and was incapable. Nevertheless, she continued to develop her talents.

She had settled into a comfortable, joyous life with Chester. She could always travel to the human realm if she needed a break from giants or wanted to visit her family. When she required human-sized supplies, she had no problem earning money to buy them, since she could bring oversized oddities from the Land of Giants to sell or trade. Jackie was content with living a simple life and did not covet riches or excess. Her spirit was nourished with love, which her giant husband provided in spades.

Chester, for his part, had never been happier, never felt more alive, than he was with Jackie. She was the companion he had desperately needed in his lonely life. Not only did she provide the love he desired, and satisfy his physical cravings, but she was his inspiration, his muse, for his writing. Even now, with his little wife ensconced deep inside him, Chester could settle into his chair, rub his hand over his belly, and daydream as he basked in sublime ecstasy. Inspiration struck, so he typed on his computer, his fingers flying over the keys. In his spare time, he was writing a novel that he hoped would be the crowning achievement of his writing career.

The couple were living their best life together, but now Jackie was pregnant. And everything would change—for better or worse.

Chapter 2

Table of Contents:

Ch. 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51

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BASICS OF ISLAM: Fasting: What are the spiritual benefits of fasting?.Part4

g. Fasting protects a person against sins

Committing sins is a kind of inner depression, perversion, and contradiction of the natural disposition. The sinners are wretched and miserable and they submit all their faculties and talents to Satan and thus expose themselves to the pangs of conscience. If they go on committing sins, then they will lose control over their body and soul and will be able neither to resist Satan nor to renew themselves.

There are thousands of different kinds of sins in everyday life. They are like snakes that wait for a chance to strike. It is very difficult to avoid sin in a world full of evil. Only will power, if it is as strong as steel, can help to resist Satan and protect one’s purity. Otherwise, it is easy to predict that a person will stray off the right path and end up in a pit of fire.

In fact, fasting is a precaution and a guarantee against such a threat. For some people it is a shelter against deviation. It is warning against Satan and all kinds of evil. It protects the person fasting like armor and becomes a gateway to Paradise on the Day of Judgment and a blessed friend who offers bowls of water from Kawthar—the sacred fountain in Paradise. The Noble Messenger, peace and blessings be upon him, recommended that young people who cannot afford to get married fast in order to diminish their sexual desire and thus refrain from engaging in illegal sexual relations.

Fasting is a training that enables the believer to resist the carnal desires. A person who is trained through fasting can suppress their fleshly desires not only when fasting, but also when they are not observing the fast.

Fasting is far more than being hungry; it is also a form of training for the various elements of body, such as the emotions, senses, eyes, ears, and heart. These aspects of the human body observe fasting as well, and thus they are trained to avoid blasphemy.

Allah’s pleasure and consent becomes the pivot of the whole life of the believer; a person who fasts does so with all the parts of their body and with all their senses. Surely, a person who is fasting in this manner will be given a most rewarding life in Paradise.

Here is evidence from the Prophet’s tradition:

“Whoever can guarantee the chastity of what is between their two jaw-bones and what is between their two legs (i.e. the tongue and the private parts), I guarantee Paradise for them.“

The most effective way of protecting the chastity of the tongue is to observe fasting. All the organs of the body work energetically when the stomach is full. Therefore, the strength of fleshly desires is at its peak and at such a time it is difficult to refrain the tongue from blasphemous talk and backbiting, which are threats for the eternal life. The only way of taking the tongue under control is to reduce the strength of the desires of the carnal self and the only way of doing this is to observe fasting.

Abstinence is emphasized in a tradition as:

“If one of you is fasting, they should avoid sexual relations with their spouse and quarreling, and if somebody should fight or quarrel with them, they should say, ‘I am fasting,’” “Whoever does not give up forged speech and evil actions, Allah is not in need of their leaving their food and drink (i.e. Allah will not accept their fast).”

To conclude, the best fast is that which is observed by various parts of body in addition to the stomach, such as the eyes, ears, heart, mind, and intellect. That is, fasting is observed best when sins and profanities are avoided and when the stomach, the biggest factory inside the human body, is taken under control and thus decreases the strength of the other faculties; this is the best way to reach this goal.

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edensrose · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ꒰❀꒱ 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆! 𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒖 ❜࿔

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ “ oh darling , the devil's whispers are sweet. . . and its bite is sweeter ’

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ ainur⠀〳 reader⠀ ៸៸ vampire themes ៸៸ blood mention ៸៸ biting, so much biting ៸៸ some violent themes ៸៸ dark fantasy ៸៸ royal aspects ៸៸ victorian esque ៸៸ various other tags to be listed as the au ensues ❜࿔

꒰❀꒱ 𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝒂 𝒎𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅.

· ⊰ synopsis. a world where mysterious, terrible creatures of the night rule over the land from the shadows. mere myth to most yet reality to others, it seems that the latter might become more apparent as there is an uproar in the vampire royal court. this victorian esque story follows the lives of the vampire court, the internal divide between kings, the struggle of scientists fighting for humanity. . . and the war between creatures of twilight and the divine hunters that vow to eradicate them.

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꒰❀꒱ ainur are either vampires or vampire hunter

꒰❀꒱ while it is a victorian-like setting, it is not to be matched with the real-world time

꒰❀꒱ some plots might have dark themes, but that depends on the premise

You step through a dusty, dim lab. Strewn in blotched parchment, painted with crimson soaked into the carpet and wooden desk.

Minding the shattered test beakers and other scientific apparatuses, you find your way to the table that lay across the dishevelled room. A half-melted candle lies abandoned on the side and you strike a match to alleviate the strain on your vision.

Before you lay an open book. Droplets of that same crimson staining the worn-out parchment, coupled with hasty ink on the last pages. You brush the paper, feeling a sense of dignity almost emanating from them as you page to the front. Diagrams, sketches, essays and descriptions - whoever wrote this took great care and observation. You felt their life's work between your very fingertips, their pride and joy.

You read over the title, The Vampire Legendarium, before slipping into the seat and reading the elegant handwriting.

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Entry 0.1

Many think me insane for this research and its findings.

Many call me a lunatic, a crazed fool.

However, I have seen it with my own eyes, what these. . . night demons are capable of. Beings of enhanced speed and strength. A terrifying intellect like no other. They stalk the twilight, but I believe that some may even walk the day. Exceptional hunters by nature, they seek only one goal throughout their frightening existence.

An unrelenting, unquenchable, borderline sadistic craving for human blood.

Perhaps I have lost my sanity whilst documenting what I can, but I only ask that you humour my insanity for but a moment, as I take you into the world:

Of the Vampire.

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Entry 1.

To start my research, I scoured various myths and legends. There had to be some sort of explanation as to why these beings walk among us.

Many tales were found, but there was an occurring story that seemed to stand out amongst the rest. A tale of the sun goddess Anartári and the moon god Isiltar. I will try my best to form a cohesive briefing of this story, as in order to understand one's present standing, you must first dissect their history.

At the onset of creation, Anartári blessed the humans faithful to her with divine prosperity. This ancient race of humans grew to be more advanced than what we have today, in body, mind and spirituality. Records do not name these humans, so it is up to me to name this race,

Eruva; the divine.

Blessed by the sun herself, their splendour reigned throughout the land. The Eruva adored their goddess and made it so that others conformed to her worship as well. The tree of Laurelin became their item of praise, their symbol of loyalty and the essence of their greatness. For whoever ate the fruit and drank its wine was sanctified.

Yet for all their otherworldly knowledge and excellency, they fell victim to the same fate that most mortals do: the folly of man.

Greedy to conquer even death itself, they too went into the field of science and alchemy. Some even branched out, extending to the opposite spectrum. The tree of Telprion on the opposite end of the vast land, the essence of the moon god Isiltar.

And from that tree, coupled with rituals and blood sacrifices, came a result that no man could ever perceive as something divine or holy. . .

Vampires.

Better in every way were these creatures. Different too. And for a time, they were even praised. Exalted. Though something was off about these creatures: they served the moon. Praised and worshipped it. An act that was considered evil amongst the Eruva. Hypocrites.

But the final straw was when the Eruva came to learn that there was a price for immortality. For when these creatures grew hungry, mortal food was not enough to satisfy them.

The land was painted red, and there was nothing to be done.

How can one kill the unkillable?

In their desperation to destroy the object of their own greed, they formed what would come to be known as the Laurëmá.

An elite of hunters tasked with purifying the world of the evil that they created.

I believe that they exist even to this day. With that being said, it is evident that they have not succeeded in their goal. As Vampires still dwell in these cursed lands.

Intricate. That was the only way you could describe these accounts. Your page slides down the width of the sewn-together book and you decide to continue.

Paging through the old parchment, you scan different headings that caught your eye. Detailed, flawless. You might have even considered this to be the handiwork of the aforementioned Eruva. If this was not divine intellect, then what was?

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Entry 3. — Anatomy & Function

While more popular tales and stories depict these beings as walking corpses, my findings show that it could not be further from the truth.

They bleed like man, some cases of house invasion and disguise note that they even eat and sleep much like us humans.

The notion of vampires sleeping in coffins and holding no reflection are plain inaccurate. While they are vastly different to us, their similarities are what allows them to blend in with the average human.

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Entry 3.1 — Bodily Function

With the previous statements above, I would like to note that while they might have the capability of blending in with humans, their abilities are far from what anyone would consider humane.

While I cannot detail the extent of these extremities, the following is a general outline of the known vampire abilities:

- enhanced speed, strength and agility

- advanced senses, including a sixth sense

- night vision

- amplified cell replication, results in a healing factor

Note: it is to be speculated that these advanced qualities of human function are not the only noteworthy abilities. These creatures obtain various mythical-based capabilities. Otherworldly and stemmed from magic.

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Entry 3.5 — Appearance

A common misconception is that vampires are ghostly pale and as such, this is their identifiable characteristic. As stated in my previous entries, vampires walk among us. While it might be virtually impossible to decipher a vampire in disguise, there are a few general characteristics when they are not fooling the human eye.

- taller height

- crimson eyes ( they seem to mask this )

- slitted pupils ( see above )

- large frontal fangs ( addition from entry 6: different shapes for different species )

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Entry 4. — Diet

One of the few conceptions that remain apparent would be the vampire’s diet of human blood. While I do not have enough information regarding the amounts and the duration between feeding periods, my observations show that vampires go through some sort of. . . bloodlust.

The variables of this remain unknown.

Addition from entry 7: studies indicate that the different ranks have a play in the duration between feedings. Purebloods last the longest without blood whilst Halfbloods have the less desirable hunger habits.

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Entry 7. — Ranking

Quite the interesting discovery has been made, with the aid of my brother.

It appears that vampires have their own ranking system, although I would also classify it as a range of subspecies. There are two main tiers of vampirism:

Purebloods and Halfbloods.

The former are born vampires, whilst the latter is a result of a human being turned.

There is a clear distinction between these rankings, most likely in correlation to their strengths, weaknesses and diet.

Thankfully, from what I have deduced, Purebloods are no longer an existing subspecies. A mere myth nowadays.

Perhaps we should praise whatever gods are up there that the strongest of these creatures are dead and gone.

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Entry 7.1 — Subcategories

In my previous entry I concluded that there are different tiers of vampirism. Today I write that upon further investigation, I have discovered that there is a third category.

In regards to Halfblood vampires, they divide one more time into two other sections: High-Rank Halfbloods and Low-Rank Halfbloods.

The first is a result of a human turned into a vampire by a Pureblood, whilst the latter is created when a High-Ranked Halfblood turns a human.

This brings the official ranking, from strongest to weakest, to:

-Purebloods

-High-Rank Halfbloods

-Low-Rank Halfbloods

Taking the previous entry’s findings into consideration, I can safely conclude that there must be a reduced number of High-Rank Halfbloods, if the ones that turn them have gone extinct.

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Entry 11. — Weaknesses

Once again we find that the tales passed down along generations are not entirely true. A common denominator would be garlic, silver or sunlight. However, it is far more complex than what many have come to believe.

My findings have concluded the following results as accurate weaknesses of vampires:

- sunlight

- gold

- wild roses

Further investigations will have to be conducted in order to devise the extent and conditions of these weaknesses. What one can assume is that they have a direct correlation with the rank of vampirism.

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Entry 11.1 — Sunlight

The notion of vampires burning to death in the sun seems to only be half-true. As I have stated countless times, these creatures of the night do walk amongst us. Including throughout the day.

While this was a mind-boggling investigation for the most part, I believe that I have found the answer to this phenomenon.

If a vampire wears a piece of enchanted jewellery, they will be able to walk the day just like you and I. This piece of jewellery is more often than not, a ring. What is often referred to as a daylight ring.

One can assume that without this, they are doomed to the rise of the sun every day, unless they find themselves indoors and away from its searing light.

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Entry 11.2 — Gold

While I have already ruled out the weakness of silver, I was just as surprised to discover that the true weakness of vampires is gold.

It seems that the myth of a silver stake torn through a vampire’s heart immediately kills them is in fact still applicable to gold.

However, the condition of this is that the stake must consist of pure gold. Alloys tend to not do much damage, let alone be considered fatal.

Gold dust may also be utilised to burn the flesh of these creatures.

Entry 7.3 — Wild Roses

If the discovery of gold as a weakness stunned me, then I must say that the notion of one of my brother’s favourite flowers being detrimental to vampires left me speechless.

When roses make contact with a vampire’s skin, particularly the petals, it burns through their flesh.

While not entirely lethal, it is still enough to deter most vampires due to the sheer intensity of the pain that sears into them.

One might speculate that this extends to the essence of roses. Such as rose water, rose-based perfumes and other products.

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Entry 12. — Strengths

Now that I have uncovered the weaknesses, the next course of action would be to investigate the opposite end of the spectrum.

I urge you to freshen up your knowledge of the named strengths that I have listed in entry 3.1, for this section will focus purely on the aforementioned ‘magic-based strengths’. Or rather, supernatural powers.

The following will be explored in depth in the upcoming entries:

- compulsion

- magic and enchantment

- healing saliva

These investigations require further observation. As I am sure you might assume, that will be far from an easy task.

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Entry 12.1 — Compulsion

Compulsion is a supernatural ability that occurs when a vampire looks into the eyes of its victim and commands them to carry out a task. It is unbeknownst to me what they might use this for, but one can only assume that most cases are for sadistic purposes.

When commanded, the victim will be unable to refuse. Even if their mind is strong enough to remain conscious and not enter a dazed-like state.

Additional findings: further investigation concluded that one can combat this ability if they have wild roses on their person. One might even think to wear jewellery infused with this flower in pendants or chains.

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Entry. 12.2 — Magic & Enchantment

This is a rather vague discovery as I have not found enough information regarding this quirk. From what I have been able to gather, the higher ranks of vampires have magical abilities that vary between individuals.

One might speculate that this enchantment is what allows them to create their daylight rings.

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Entry 12.3 — Healing Saliva

It might sound quite bizarre, but vampires have a certain uniqueness to their saliva. However, this is not in regard to their own wounds.

Their saliva acts disinfectant to a wound, however, it causes the wound to bleed longer yet slows down the rate of bleeding so that the victim does not bleed out immediately. . . I can only assume that this is so that these demons can enjoy their ‘meals’ for longer.

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Entry 17. — The Turning Process

Going into this, I assumed that I would not bear witness to such a. . . horrific act, but I suppose that I should not have expected anything less from these night demons.

The process of turning a human into a vampire is far more complicated than a simple bite to the neck.

While this part of my investigation was rather gruelling and. . . nauseating, I have managed to comprise a list of the accurate steps in turning a human into a vampire:

- the human must be bitten and injected with ‘vampire venom’

- the human must consume the vampire’s blood

- the vampire must then. . . kill the human, who will awake as a Halfblood vampire after a day or so

From what I have gathered, the venom induces agonising effects and excruciating pain on the body once injected.

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Entry 20. — Moon Phases

After growing rather curious regarding vampires’ connection with the moon, I decided to dig further into their relationship with the celestial body.

My discoveries uncovered the following: during a new moon, a vampire is at its weakest — regardless of its ranking.

However, there is a flip-side to this as well.

During a full moon, the opposite occurs. Yet in a far more drastic way. Not only do they grow stronger, but their already insatiable bloodlust grows worse.

This reflection of the moon pattern on their behaviour could help counter their attacks if followed with great consideration.

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Entry 26. — Hunters

To garner more information on the creatures of the night, I concluded that one might find out more from those who are possibly in contact with them the most — and live to tell the tale.

I could not uncover much about vampire hunters, but the little knowledge that I have obtained has quite piqued my interest.

As stated in Entry 1, vampire hunters were a result of the Eruva seeking to eradicate the world of their own failure. From them stemmed Laurëmá: the golden hand. An elite group of hunters who took an oath to finish the task — by whatever means necessary.

Some of the more ancient and experienced hunters can be identified by their. . . unique gold markings. While at first I insinuated that this was a result of gold-dust mixed into tattooing ink, I soon discovered that it is far more. . . unhinged, than that.

Considering that these hunters are Eruva, they obtain an increased bodily function. Enhanced speed, strength, agility and endurance. While they are mortal, some live to be hundreds of years old — depending on their meditation practices.

Upon obtaining injuries, particularly during their training years, hunters clean the wound before filling it with gold. To serve not only as a reminder of their cause or their loyalty to the sun, but to create a sort of built-in armour into their own bodies. Seeing as vampires cannot touch gold.

Yet the most intriguing factor about them, in my opinion, must be a phrase that they use. A motto.

“Aurë entuluva’’ . . . meaning ‘day will come again.’

Beautiful, is the only way I can bring myself to describe it. Not only as a reaffirmation of their loyalty, but as a foil to those creatures of the night.

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Entry 29. — Isilhíni

While I must admit that this entry will be rather short, by no means is it lacklustre. Through my findings I have unearthed an almost fantasy-like detail.

Then again, I suppose in a world of blood-sucking demons and sun-blessed humans, this might not be too much of a shocker.

The Isilhíni. Translation: children of the moon.

It is all in the name. The descendants of the moon god, who are ordinary humans just like you and I. But with one exception.

Their blood is of extreme importance to vampires. It is to be upheld, as it holds the essence of their precious Isiltar.

I have not found all that I would have liked to, but this fact alone could be a crucial factor in stopping these sadistic creatures.

I will have to find out more. There has to be something greater regarding these god children.

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Entry 30. — Purebloods

I write this entry in haste.

While I have previously disregarded the existence of Pureblood vampires, recent incidents leave me anxious and I must note down what I have discovered.

Purebloods are the nightmares that you think them to be. All known vampire weaknesses do not affect them. Roses, sunlight, gold, none of it!

They are stronger, smarter, and all the more dangerous. Their bloodlust knows no bounds, and from what I have uncovered — they were even considered royalty.

I do not have much time.

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Scribbles.

Scribbles and blood splatters.

That is all that is left of the scientist’s writing. As though the scene itself told you a story — and suddenly, the cluttered state of the room made sense.

Closing the book, you lift it into your hands. You would not let this work be done in vain. You felt as though you owed it to this mystery writer. Determination swells within you and you make a move to leave at last.

Well,

That was until a creak in the floor echoes from behind you.

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cruelsister-moved2 · 5 months

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do u have reading recs on the rituals of slaughter? i’m very interested

I actually don't think I do because I haven't read about this specifically I just keep noticing it as a thread in more general ethnographic readings over the years (and often like the author doesn't treat it as particularly consequential). I might have a dig and get back to you though because I would love to see what work has been done on it.

I have seen a lot of conversations on halal and especially kosher practises from an ecological perspective BUT I'm mostly interested in the like spiritual/social/psychological ramifications of actually killing an animal and how that is mitigated ritually, which i really haven't seen any work actually analyse that even if it relates examples of it happening. and relatedly the idea of hierarchy in relation to animals - which varies a lot, but the whole 'man is the master of the beasts who owes them nothing in return and should have no concern for their suffering' is a pretty western christian perspective.

i am really not a fan of comparative religion and other comparative study [too long to get into here but I think it's important to study cultures in their own right & recognise specifics & especially not try to rationally 'justify' cultural beliefs or force connections to some kind of 'universal human nature'] so i want to make the distinction here between that mode of study - I just think it's interesting that many individual cultures share some aspect of contrition for the killing of animals and various responses to that. relatedly i have noticed a bunch of animist beliefs (especially in hunter-gatherer societies who don't/didn't traditionally raise animals) make some kind of distinction between the killing of an animal's physical body for sustenance and the sense of domination or triumph over the animal's being. there are a lot of various formulations of this, but i always loved this ainu chant in which a fox's upper and lower jawbones have to be buried under the men's and women's toilet to stop the spirit of the fox from basically regenerating after the body is killed. beliefs in which certain parts can't be eaten and/or slaughter must be performed in certain ways are common and mostly defy any kind of 'logical' rationalisation (e.g hygiene). there's also an interesting resonance in the fact that kosher and halal dietary laws both specifically forbid the consumption of blood, because it's associated with some kind of 'life force'. i.e: you can consume this meat as is necessary for you to survive but you are not entitled to this creature's very existence. the torah as a whole is like extremely ambivalent towards animal slaughter; at once a sacred ritual and blessing, but also dangerously intoxicating and needs to be constrained. at points slaughter of animals is explicitly linked to slaughter of humans; the intitial permission to eat meat is sort of grudging (and a midrash suggests it's basically offered for noah and his family to take out their bloodlust rather than kill humans); the ideal state is still a world in which humans and animals don't prey on eachother. i think its all very buberian (you thought i wasnt going to bring martin buber into this) in that it's accepted as something which is not ideal but may be necessary for survival.

sorry that this is just anecdotes and not a reading list! i am going to scout the work looking at this in detail but i would have to read it first before i felt comfortable recommending it! when I finish work though I will reblog this post with all the readings i can remember where i encountered specific examples although none of them are specifically about animal slaughter, but some of them are more broadly about relationships with the natural world. im glad other people find it interesting anyway, i think it's a super rich topic!

#ask #traderjoeshater #girl i want to write an article about thsi so bad 😭😭 maybe ill just go rogue i have a background in ethnomusicology so its not like its #miles off

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Torchwood Fanfic: 'The First Tale of the Immortal Storyteller'

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Summary:

Hidden away in a small, undisturbed village located in a valley, a person called Javin Boeshane - a simple, book-keeper and writer, plus Historical Document Collecter - doesn't expect when they went to work that their peaceful, calm life would be shattered by the arrival of.....

....Torchwood and the person called Captain Jack Harkness.

So, begins a series of events all leading to a deep, dark secret which has been buried for some time and waiting to be told.

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Notes:

- An idea that came to mind after watching the last episode of Season 4 of Torchwood, where the learn about the thing called 'The Blessing' - Slight episode diverging, but will be including episode moments etc - Title refers to how Javin records information in Tales which can be spread to generation to generation or be for ones he closely considers family or friends. - In this Cristopf is the Ninth Doctor from parallel universe, where will explain more in further chapters as fic progresses.

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Prologue - 'The Immortal Storyteller'

Location - Scotland, Scottish Highlands - Hidden Alien Refuge Village, Hidden Valley - The Boeshane Cottage - Early Morning

Javin Boeshane's P.O.V:

The steady chime coming from the large Grandfather clock located downstairs in the hallway, brings me out of trying to finish the manuscript for my next book on the typewriter leaning back in my wooden chair to look out the study window at the white, wispy clouds rolling their way across the skyline.

In the place where I live, built for an important purpose is an alien refuge village for various species of aliens who over millennium have chosen to land or crash-land on planet Earth seeking somewhere to survive - away from what has happened to them in their solar systems.

Precise location of The Boeshane Cottage - my home - situated above the hidden valley helps in protecting the place from being discovered by UNIT or any other mysterious, hidden organisations who might came to investigate the strange, anomaly they might detect with their equipment or they learn about it from a Witness - referring to ordinary, human beings who accidentally stumbled upon the area, most of them minority being:

Hikers, who'd gotten lost exploring the Highlands; Tourists or Archealogists curious in rumours about a hidden village and finally, UFO Hunters who assisted aliens existed and had spotted some in the Highlands.

Dragging both of my hands down my face, I decide to put the manuscript I've been typing up on hold for now. There is no point in procrastinating over it, when my mind is distracted by something else - probably to do with said 'guest', if he could be called that, staying in the second bedroom of the cottage.

Pushing my chair back from the study desk, the half-typed manuscript placed in the typewriter waiting to be finished and the blank paper placed to one side, I head out my study to step out onto the top floor landing.

"Writer's block with the manuscript?" A voice interrupts me, making me turn slightly to face to the source of the voice asking me the question

Seeing my 'guest, Captain John Hart, stepping out of the other bedroom wearing his fashionable crimson miltary, styled jacket - which is not from the 21st Century and more suited to his style - along with his weapons and other stuff.

Seeing I'm eying the open bedroom door, he closes it behind him - even though I've caught a brief glimpse of the ruffled bedsheets on the bed, clothes scattered about on the bedroom floor and the scent of strong, sex pheromones lingering in the air.

"You could say that." I reply to his question.

Internally noting 'From his appearance - the well-coiffed hair, a faint scent of shampoo coating his body covered up by a cologne and a slight limp in his step - this indicates last night he had a good time with the person he brought back' until realise he's right beside me, waiting for me to either move or head down the stairs.

Not wanting to hang around on the landing, I turn myself around to descend the stairs with him following close behind me.

Neither of us say much, though no doubt he's itching to ask questions or wants to tell me some important information.

Reaching the first-floor hallway leading to the front door on my right and kitchen area towards the back, it's a sudden thunk - Dammit, I thought Cristopf had fixed that dodgy step - forcing me to turn slightly to catch him.

Though I've underestimated the momentum of his combined weight and mine, along with how I've got a foot placed on the second last step to lean myself up to catch him.

Causing for both of us to fall straight down onto the hallway wooden polished floor to land with a heavy, muffled combined thud.

"Javin? Hart? Is everything alright? You're not hurt are you?"

Cristopf, I hear calling out to the both of us lying on the wooden, polished hallway floor from the kitchen area, with a muffled, pained groan of "Fuck, why didn't you say about the step. Goddess, this is embarassing that trip up on it again" coming from John.

Shifting his body to lift himself up off me so I can either get up myself on my own or he can help me get up off the floor.

Or would have, it hadn't been for him stiffening in a way he's discovered something, his head lifting up to look down at me - in particular where his face had been buried when he fell into my arms - with unexpected, shocked surprise.

"Everything's fine, Cristopf. John, just tripped on the dodgy step, again." I reply back to him, realising the other man above me is looking downwards at my heaving chest.

Realising the special binder, holding my breasts flat against my chest to give the illusion I'm male, must have slightly, loosened to reveal the mounds showing underneath my black shirt

Exposing a secret about myself - the fact, I was 51st Century human who been born male, but had a female body instead and is hiding the fact from people.

"Does he know?" John queries, flicking his eyes up to Cristopf, standing by the kitchen doorway followed by back down to me.

Cristopf must have sensed both of us need some breathing space, so heads back into the kitchen to finish off cooking the breakfast he'd been making, leaving me and John alone.

My mind debates on what to say him, opening my mouth to speak only to find I really know what to say to him - What can I say? Tell him the truth? Both of us know I can't trust him - with him giving 'Hmm...' getting up off me, holding out his hand bearing the Vortex Manipulator to me.

Taking hold of his right hand, I allow him to haul myself up the wooden, polished hallway floor onto both of my feet leaving me to compose myself.

"You realise both of you can't hide for long. Soon this very, sweet peaceful life you've built may become shattered, Javin Boeshane."

John states, the back of his knuckle stroking my right cheekbone lightly to soothe me when visibly flinch at his tone of his voice - it's callous of him.

He's right.....He's right.

Both of us know it.

It will happen, this sweet, peaceful life I built with Cristopf will be shattered at some point...

But when?

Now?

A few weeks time?

In the future?

When.....will...it happen?

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Notes:

- Set before Season 1, Episode 2 Day One which will be worked into next chapter. - This chapter deals with more introducing Javin to Captain Jack and the Torchwood Team

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PART 1 - 'An Ordinary Morning becomes Something Else'

Location - Scotland, Scottish Highlands - Hidden Alien Refuge Village, Hidden Valley - The Boeshane Cottage's Driveway- still Early Morning

"Did John say something to affect you, Javin?"

Cristopf asks, noticing how subdued I'm in not answering his question at first and refusing to look at him because I don't want to admit the truth.

"Just something which irritated me. Nothing to be worried about." I reply to him, unlocking the driver's side to enter the vehicle which use to get to work. Cristopf, wearing his faded jeans, leather jacket and simple, plain green t-shirt underneath steps close to me to place a hand on my waist and other tilt my chin upwards to look at him.

Looking at his gentle, sweet face and those eyes that have seen so many things – Universes forming and dying; life on planets never heard of and so many things that an ordinary human could only imagine – I find myself being pulled into a soothing, reassuring kiss.

Oh, how this reminds me so much of our first kiss we shared.

I’ve missed this…. Missed his kisses and touch.

For a short time, I become lost in our kissing – lips softly moving against each-other’s and his hands moving to hold me closer to him like he’s afraid to let go of me in case I disappear from him. – until both of us pull back, one hand moving off my waist to stroke my cheekbone lightly with his thumb.

“I better…. umm….head off…” I state to him, breaking the tender moment between us, slipping into the driver’s seat and leaving him to close the driver’s door for me giving a look of ‘Will talk later about this.”

Stepping back to allow me to start the engine, where driving down the gravel driveway look at his reflection in the wingmirror getting smaller and smaller until turn to take the winding road out of the hidden valley to reach the M6.

Due to the trip to get Cardiff taking precisely 9hrs 39 minutes and distance is about 882km, I would have time to mull over stuff that been swirling it’s way around my head during my journey to the city.

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Location – Mermaid Quay, Cardiff Bay – The Boeshane Bookshop – Mid-Morning

Javin Boeshane’s P.O.V:

Hanging up my leather black great-coat on the wooden coat-hanger, I begin to open my Bookshop called The Boeshane Bookshop by going around checking the light sconces are working – it was old Historic building so the electricity wires still held hints of the past – and the small kitchen behind the counter is well-stocked and finally, stepping out onto the Mermaid Quay overlooking Cardiff Bay to pull the shutters covering the windows up.

Outside people are going about their daily lives: school children heading to school; mothers pushing prams or walking with their child or children; teenagers talking amongst themselves, listening to music or on their phone texting or scrolling through social media.

Un-padlocking the first shutters, I go to push one of them up or would have if it weren’t for someone knocking over me with such impact, I fall onto the pavement seeing a person wearing a blue RAF great over-coat chasing something with another person following close behind them.

“Fuck, bloody idiot. A bit of warning…. next time…” I swear out, trying to haul myself up using the flowerboxes on the window for stabilisation only to cry out when one of my leg’s gives out on me drawing the attention of people passing and two other people.

“I apologise. He’s a bit of a handful.” The medical-type person of the two people helping me up from the pavement to back into my bookshop over to red leather high-backed chair to sit down. A heavy wince forms on my features, bones which have shattered beginning to quickly heal due to my immortal healing factor is kicking in.

“Handful? More like menace. You do know there’s law about running about like that.” I grit out, seeing the woman I’ve overheard being called ‘Gwen’ heading into the kitchen-area behind the bookshop counter to get a glass of water.

“Well, uhhh…..he’s in a hurry…” the medical-type man states, his eyes studiously avoiding looking at me and hiding what he nearly about to say in case his colleague overhears him. “Now, can I see your leg. I need to make sure nothing is broken…What!?....I’m a medically trained professional.”

He begins to protest at me, while tries to check my leg, when I place my hand on his to push it off not wanting him to discover it’s already healed – though albeit still sore.

“It’s fine. I have a partner who can look over it.” I state at him, using the armrests of the red leather high-backed chair to haul myself up seeing how he gets up as well – it seems he only comes up to my chin – with a glare on that harsh, yet vulnerable face – Something happened to him. He shows on his face a haunted look of someone who’s experienced loss of a loved one. – and arms crossing over his chest.

Going to the kitchen-area, the bell above the shop-bell indicates someone else coming in a reflection in an ornate mirror embedded into the wall shows they are an older man wearing a RAF blue or grey greatcoat with a younger man wearing a suit beside them.

“Owen, is everything alright? We lost sight of the Wee….ummm, Pickpocket.” He asks the medical-professional, correcting his sentence when gets an elbow in the ribs by the young man in the suit making ‘Owen’ grumble something under his breath.

“Stubborn patient refusing help you mean.” Owen – He reminds me of her so much, right down to the mannerisms and look – replies, not really answering the question asked by his ‘Boss-man’ who comes up him with the ex-policewoman Gwen, appearing at the doorway of the kitchen-area going to interject with something.

Hmm, interesting team ‘Blue/grey greatcoat’ has brought together. One, stubborn and medically trained and hints may have done the danse macabre; the female Gwen an ex-policewoman by her stature and presence and other looking like he’s some kind of archivist.

Blue/grey greatcoat must have noted I’m taking in his team’s appearance, because he steps in front of the young man in the suit to block him from my line of sight. Pursing my lips, I brush past Gwen to go into the kitchen-area taking the glass of water off her to bring up to my lips to take a sip – one taste telling me what’s been placed in it.

“Next time you try and drug me, use a better memory replacement sedative.” I tell her, seeing how she looks at me with her widened, panicked eyes at my words with myself moving to go over to the sink where go to pour what’s in the glass down the kitchen sink to get rid of the contaminated water.

A hand grabbing hold of my wrist holding it tightly, makes me stiffen at it. I decide not to turn my face to look at the ‘Boss-man’ keeping myself looking at the calendar where important events are dated hearing him commanding one of his teammates.

“Gwen, lock the front door.” Blue/grey greatcoat orders, his hand moving to my trouser pocket for the key it makes me slap it away first, using my other hand to slap him across the face or would of if it hadn’t for his name being called out.

“JACK, LOOK OUT!!?”

My whole body goes completely numb, forcing me to wrench free from ‘Jack’ allowing the glass of water I’ve been holding still to fall onto the polished kitchen-area floor with a tinkling smash I only distantly hear.

It’s not possible!!!? He cannot be!!!? He can’t be…..Jaketh-Javic Piotr Thane, my sibling!!!?

Memories flood into my head, overwhelming me so much it’s like a dam which holds back tonnes of water breaking apart to allow torrent of water to cascade down into the valley below, swamping everything in it’s destructive path.

“Hey, we’re not going to kill you. Listen to me, we’re not going kill you.” A voice breaks through the haze of rushing water, forcing me to lift my head up to look straight at the very concerned face of my sibling, Jack/Jaketh-Javic’s face.

His team-mates who have come into the kitchen area are looking at me with various signs of concern written on their face – one protective; another medically trained and one empathic by the way he’s trembling at the doorway – with Owen, checking my pulse.

I try to speak, but the rush of water within my head begins to get louder again it blocks out everything around me.

My body must be seizing uncontrollably because can distantly feel someone's hands wrapping around me to stop my body thrashing about until finally the distinct prick of a needle silences the water, allowing me to go limp in the arms of the person holding me.

Maybe for the better.

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#Part 1 of 'The Tales of a Immortal Storyteller'#Part 1 of 'The Untold Torchwood Stories Collection'#emotional angst alert #jack harkness/ianto jones #slow-burn romance #dealing with emotions #owen harper/original character #torchwood #Everyone survives #Slight episode diverging #wip #Deals with lot of issues #additional tags to be added #post will be updated with new chapters as progress in typing it up

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Hi, can i ask for a one shot where yandere peter parker is super clingy and is not dating the reader yet but she actually likes him but is too shy to admit. Thanks.

As a person who is quite clingy and affectionate with her loved ones, I understand and love the idea.

Lets go!!!

I added some dark background to fit some things that have happened in Peter's life (like the fact that nobody knows who he is now, because of what happened in the last movie), to mask his Yandere behavior.

(TW:Mention of Thanos snap events, human trafficking, slavery, corrupt society).

Your eyes were closing. So tired, so droopy, and everything around him seemed so comfortable. Would it be too much to fall asleep for a few hours?

Well… yes, it would be too much.

You had been finishing a 3D animation on your computer for hours, it was your final test for your modeling course and it had to be perfect if you wanted to be a viable candidate for a possible internship recommendation at an advertising production company. No pressure… ironic.

You didn't really need it to be perfect. All of your previous modeling during the semester had willingly demonstrated that you would be given the chance for the recommendation, even if you didn't turn in this work. But you wanted to look good for the professor, and there was no way your perfectionist brain would let you rest if you didn't do the work.

Everything would be easier if your computer wasn't on its last glimpses of life. It seemed like at any moment it would crash and burn out on its own if you weren't cooling it manually or plugging it in with a fan that your roommate had been kind enough to give you.

Not to mention that you had to watch that the files could be processed in real time properly. Any failure or element that was not quickly linked would completely ruin all the hard work you had done for months. As you said, no pressure.

The only thing that comforted you was the company you had with you.

Peter had been one of those valuable friendships that you never expect to find in your life.

A true blessing.

Shy, innocent and really quiet when you didn't know him at all. After a couple of encounters in the general cafeteria their friendship began to forge.

Peter was everything a person wants to be and have in their life. Protective, intelligent, strong, insightful, intuitive, with a heart of pure gold, an open mind and a willingness to discuss and then give an objective opinion.

He had beautiful, lovely brown hair, with beautiful, shiny hazel eyes. His skin was firm and his whole body was athletic. And if his external beauty wasn't enough, he also had a great brain. He calculated everything with such ease that he could make a fool of anyone who thought he was smarter.

And now, he was not only a good friend, but a best friend who would always be there for you when you needed him. And well, you did the same for him.

Now more than ever he needed the help of others in order to live a normal life.

After the snap and other parallel crises, people's lives had become chaotic and it was not uncommon for various "dirty laundry" in society to come to light. After half of the population disappeared, the other half did their best to search for those who were missing.

And, for better or worse, people were found… people no one knew existed in the first place.

Huge, terrifying centers filled with people who didn't even know what day or year they were there. They barely had names or "codes" to be identified among themselves. Women and children who were kidnapped, others who were abducted… even those who were born and raised in human sales centers. Men who were used as experimental toys.

Humanity had lost its half. But at the same time it had found another large number of lost ones who needed to be rescued.

After they were found, governments began to move together with other organizations to provide them with all the things that these "forgotten children" needed to be reintegrated into society.

And everything seemed great and went well for a while. The people who had been disappeared were returned to their families who had been looking for them for years. Those who had been raised in the shadows were reintegrated into society. Testimonies allowed several names to be put on the guilty lists.

And then, another snap brought the rest of the people back. The population was thrown back into chaos. Among those who were registered and among those who had disappeared, it was complicated and almost impossible to correctly register everyone. Not to tkae in count the hug amount of people that now were in jail because of the discover.

Many of the people who returned with the second snap actually had not even been able to be fully accommodated because of the saturation of the population.

Peter. Oh, poor Peter, he had been one of those cases.

He didn't usually talk about it much. Only when he feels blue, during the harsh days.

But on occasion he would mention that he had suddenly awakened from the darkness and arrived at what had once been his previous residence. If a ship camped in a box, in a semi-populated wasteland, could be considered a residence

He didn't usually talk about it. But, from the way Peter's body trembled and clung to the other people. You speculated that he was one of the frozen abduction cases.

Peter was adorable as an adult, he was probably a beautiful child. It would not be unusual for him to be abducted at a young age and transported around like that. A missing persons case that was put on ice for lack of evidence or because they paid not to be solved. He was so lucky to be found unharmed.

He made it through the basic processes, such as a name, his approximate age (which the captors had the desence to inform him of, or so you gathered), his level of knowledge and a possible nationality. That's how Peter Parker was born.

But despite that initial help, plus accommodation at the university. Those in charge of social and emotional reintegration couldn't do much because of the excessive number of users who needed it. Not to mention that Peter himself was a complicated case to categorize.

His quick reflexes among other micro-aggressive behavioral characteristics could show that he had been trained to fulfill some kind of military function. But he demonstrated a fear of strong images of authority. He had a semi-real concept of popular culture base, but was unaware of other things on suspicious levels. You had heard a classmate of yours mention that it would not be unusual if Peter had been an attempt at a new Winter Soldier.

That would explain a lot of his pain.

But now he was free. He had been semi-accommodated at the university and was taking an engineering course or two. And, to your personal embarrassment, you had met him.

And it was, at least for you, the best thing that could have happened to you. And you'd like to think it was the same for him.

The two of you had managed to form a good friendship despite all the crazy things going on in society and in your college lives. And you both took advantage of that to be able to form a solid foundation in your relationship.

You took care of Peter and helped him integrate well with other people. You helped him navigate the new post-snapping culture and were there for him in his times of sadness.

And Peter protected and cared for you in everything he could do.

He would not leave your side at any time and would not hesitate to put a firm foot down when he saw something strange about to happen. Always on guard for anything that could get close to both of you. And also, quite affectionate and loving.

He loved to hug you and keep you glued to his side, always aware of where you were within his vision radius. He would open doors for you, drop you off at your classes, wait patiently for you to help him do his more complex paperwork and never stopped making you laugh.

And, just now, when it looked like your computer was about to crash and you desperately needed a couple of minutes of sleep, there was Peter.

He had curled himself perfectly around your body, holding you and doing double duty as a little teddy bear and a baby koala bear. Your whole body was leaning against his and with little cuddles on your head he managed to keep you awake.

"How much longer?" he asked. During all the time that you were awaked, he was there, taking care of you.

"4 minutes… I'd say another 3 hours, taking into account that I put various textures on it." you answered.

"Do you want me to wake you up if I see anything weird?" he asked

"No, I'd rather sleep after I see that everything is going well. Don't you want to sleep?" you said. Offering him an option. You also looek up for his comfort, he deserved it.

"No, if I sleep I would crush you." he replaid.

He said no more. You felt him get more comfortable, then back to hitting you in his lap.

If it wasn't that it was so hot these last few days, you would be embarrassed to be caught blushing from such a sweet act.

You adored Peter, and you liked to think that Peter was equally fond of you. And at times like these, when you just wanted to snuggle up to him and he protected and cared for you so adoringly… you wanted to kiss him so badly.

But first you had to make sure your final exam was downloaded correctly. But also because you don't want to ruin your friendship.

After that, you didn't notice how Peter was looking at you as you sleep.

Or how he had managed to scare your roommate terribly into letting you rest more.

Or how he had slyly bullied your professor into considering you for that internship anyway. (He was glad to find out that his threats were unnecessary, since your work was perfect anyway).

Or how he drove away everyone he considered unworthy from your side.

You didn't notice, so it didn't matter.

It only mattered that you cared about Peter, just as Peter cared about you.

It was only a matter of time before the romantic relationship began, and he could show how much he adored you and how much he wanted to stay by your side.

#yandere peter parker x reader #yandere peter parker #yandere mcu #yandere spiderman #yandere spiderman x reader #spiderman no way home #peter parker x reader

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favoniuscodex · 2 years

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REDUX : 8k event - genshin + magic AUs

intro : welcome to redux, my 8k follower celebration! yes, i know i posted about an 8k follower event before, but since i couldn't think of ideas, i'm deciding to go with something even cooler and better to write about as i redo the event. hitting a follower milestone is a magical thing (i do sound corny, don't i?), so this event is centered around four different magical AUs.

how it works : send an ask with ONE character you like from the available character list below and pick ONE au from the list below. i will write you a romantic reader insert based off the character you chose & the au you chose! <3

characters available : albedo, ayaka, beidou, childe, diluc, gorou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, kokomi, mona, ningguang, rosaria, shenhe, thoma, xiao, yoimiya, zhongli, dainsleif, scaramouche, pantalone, dottore

rules :

for male characters, requests will be gn!reader. for female characters, requests will be f!reader. no exceptions.

be polite in your request or it will not be completed.

my responses to some requests may be super short while others will be super long. there is not a unified format in how i may respond, it's just whatever inspires me the most. thank you for understanding! <3

if i get over 20 requests, not every request will be completed.

please be following me if you request. i would like to think that you would want to see the end result LOL

introducing the universes :

WORLD ONE - teyvat university - magic + university au

welcome to one of teyvat's most exclusive universities: teyvat university for the magically gifted. for those with mythical heritage and magical prowess, this is the top university to study magical arts and myths. an eclectic cast of characters attend, ranging from sirens who enchant choir audiences to half minotaurs who bring home the national wrestling trophy every year. as a student, you are familiar with your peers, but which will be the one to be your perfect college romance to occupy your time between thaumaturgical thermodynamics and enchanting ethics?

WORLD TWO - blessed crown - magic + royalty au

within the seven kingdoms of teyvat, human and non-human generally live in harmony. the study of magic has been cultivated for generations, and, with it, several subcultures have arisen. yet, when it comes to the royal palaces themselves, all divisions are cast aside to ensure the benefit of those within each nation. retainers and royals all live within the palace grounds, determined to lay their claim to power that resides within. in some tales within this world, you may be a royal yourself, pining after a visiting scholar mage who catches your eye. yet, in other stories, you may be the citizen hoping that the royal looks your way. no matter how your story unfolds within the magical seven kingdoms, one thing remains the same: the web of magic that unites all living creatures.

WORLD THREE - arcana automated - magic + cyberpunk au

modern times have long since come and go, giving way to a sprawling hellscape of crime-addled city streets and grandoise skyscrapers that pierce the sky with haughty spires. in this world, the magic of the old meets technology of the new. it isn't uncommon to see augmented individuals who use magic to aid in prosthetic upgrades, pushing their bodies past limits not formerly known. in teyvat, those with visions are blessed with technological output to an unforeseen degree. you are just another citizen, yet every single person within this country's urban environments are anything but ordinary. this cyberpunk au involves stories of you meeting or knowing various individuals and how both of your roles fit into this hyper-futuristic version of the teyvat we all know.

WORLD FOUR - gods amidst men - magic + modern mythology au

inspired by my series that i have yet to fully write, mythos, this au treats you as a mortal who uncovers a secret of teyvatan history: the gods believed to be dead are still alive. this essentially works as the same world as mythos, but stories for this event will not be canon to the mythos series. instead, they will use the same premise for characters as above and, for characters that aren't listed, invent new domains for these additional characters to rule over. if you aren't familiar with mythos, the premise is simple: you are an average mortal who begins to receive dreams that prophesize the world's demise. in your attempt to figure out what they mean, you begin to realize that the dreams are clues and pathways to the ancient gods that will help you stop the oncoming apocalypse. and, in typical fashion, they all fall in love with you in their own ways. oh, the woes of being the protagonist. stories with this event may not necessarily feature the mythos protagonists, but will feature the modern god version of whichever genshin character falling in love with you, in one way or another. who knows? you might get a coffee shop au with the god of the dead if you play your cards right.

#genshin impact x reader #axia.events #events.redux

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