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deadpool15 · 6 months

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Million Dollar Baby- Pt1

Aerin Creer shall be the OC for this fic. It will be in parts.

The outfit that she is wearing will always be in the pic above. the character is 23 years old, while Byeon is about 25.

All repressive characters will be the same as before.

So, you guys won her powers, which will be telekinesis

There will be russian in the story and maybe even korean, but I will limit it to little things.

I'm using a translator, so I'm sorry if it's incorrect

Age 9

"You all need to realize there are privileges in this world, and eating is one of them. So, hit harder, or you will starve." A man yells over all the chaos of the fighting children. I never learned their names except Alexi. My torment and pain were caused by him. Though, my entire existence was purely for kicks. Apparently, my overly obsessed mother believed she could create the perfect child for her husband or, more so, my father. He was a powerful man in a country where the only law to exist was his own. Some say he was the devil himself, but all my mother saw was the love of her life. Drugging herself with experiments and foreign concoctions to make the perfect soldier. She died during childbirth, or that's what I like to think. My mother died that night, and some women took care of me for 4 years. Eventually, she had a deal with some goons, taking money she couldn't afford. And in turn, they took her child.

A living nightmare, one way to describe my current situation. We are trained day in and out to be the obedient warriors that will be the next generation for Pavel. It's where I met Ryu Shi-oh or he met me. "Get up and fight. Or your a worthless fucking nobody and we aren't investing time in that bullshit." Alexi screamed at me, after being hit so many times I couldn't get back up. Everything hurt. They had gathered us all around to fight as a presentation to the leaders. Alexi told me if I embarrassed him, he would beat rhe shit out of me. What else was new, though? "Get up right fucking now!" I stared at the ground before something clicked inside of me. It's like I didn't give a single fuck about the outcome. "Shut the fuck up." I stared up at him as if looks could kill hoping he would explode right there before my eyes. All the children turned around, shocked, while stopping. Alexi laughs out loud before shoving me. "Get your fucking hands off me you little dick asshole!" I yelled at him. For the first time in my life I yelled. I was fighting back. Usually, I'm pretty sure he would love this, but since he had thr higher ups here, he was beyond pissed.

I could see Shi-oh in the corner of the room, motioning for me to stop. But this time, I wasn't backing down. Before I could think he punched me. Rocking my body all the way down to the floor. "The fuck did you say, say it again bitch. Go on, I dare you. I'll fucking chop you into pieces and feed you to rhe dogs!" The old me would've sat there in tears, fearing for my life. The silent room was shaken by my loud, obnoxious laugh. If there was one thing I had learned in my lifetime, men wouldn't like to be challenged. He stormed over to me and punched me yet again. Then, I started to kick me in the stop over and over again. Though, I kept laughing, refusing to give him the satisfaction. My ribs were sore, some probably broken before I grew tired of it. I started to cry while laughing, I'm pretty sure I looked like a manic to everyone in the room.

I started yelling stop, I just wanted in to be over. I was done with the pain and suffering. But he kept going, like always no one ever listened to me. Before he reaches to kick me again, a force pushes him back, clasing into the wall. A crack had been heard, and anyone could tell his skull had been split open. Though, he wasn't dead yet, no, not quite. I continue to laugh as everyone backs away from me, I see the higher ups standing from their chairs in amazement and slight fear. I push myself up off the grown and see Alexi. He looked like shit, maybe even worse than me. I turn to look at my broken finger and move to crack it back in place before it does it on its own. I hear whimpering, I turn to the crushed in wall. "Are you fucking crying, you have to be fucking with me right now." I laugh out loud holding my bruised ribs while staring at him. "H-help me." It looked like its body had been piered into the wall, I saw some of his insides. I went to turn until I realized he wasn't going to shut up. The constant whining from the man who loves man. How ironic.

I had no idea what was going on, yet for some reason, my body felt like it was on fire. Everything was so loud. My skin felt itchy, and my head was pounding. My senses felt hyper, and I was overwhelmed by everything around me. What the fuck was happening? "Be quiet....Be quiet." I just wanted it to stop. His cries felt like they were drilling into my skull. Yet he wouldn't stop. I didn't even realize I had thrown my hands up in rhe sir to cover my ears before I screamed out, "MAKE IT STOP!" The lights shattered to the floors, and some of the children dropped dead, with their eyes, nose, and ears leaking blood. Brain particles were scattered across the floor. Alexi was dropped from the wall, yet his head was still inside of the wall. Decapitated completely from his body with pieces of his spinal cord attached to it. I was so exhausted. I only remember myself falling to the ground while seeing Shi-oh running in my direction, screaming.

The Pavel leaders stood up immediately at the sight of everything around them. Some were in complete distress while seeing the future soldiers laying across the floor dead. Yet, the man in charge was only thinking one thing. Magnificent. He couldn't believe his eyes. That child had killed approximately 10 people in a room with so much as moving a muscle or a weapon near. He was used to good fighters, but this was a whole new level. She was the future, and seeing Shi-oh walk right up to her and help was just simply the best. The young boy whole showed promise faithfully in love with the girl who had mysterious abilities all in his hands. Seems everything would work out. "My precious дети." Oo, did he have plans for them. They would take everything, their futures were so bright. He would make sure they stayed on the path.

Present time

I stepped out of my car, grabbing my cat. All gifts from a certain someone whom I was visiting. Noticing a black jeep trying to be secretive, yet I paid no mind to it. Making my way inside of the building. Needing no introduction considering everyone knows who I am. Or just my status, one would say. "He is right in his office ma'am though he is busy with a worker." His secretary tells me while looking around nervously. "Never too busy for me, though, right?" He just nods and leads me to the door. We make it there with him trying to knock before I feel like this is all taking too long and pushing the door open. I hear him telling me to wait a moment, but it falls to deaf ears. I walked in, noticing now while he wanted me to wait. A girl around my height is sitting down, talking to Shi-oh. They haven't noticed me yet, so I sat there and waited in silence until she passed him her phone and he put his number in. Eventually, she leaves while she notices my presence and smiles at me while saying hi. I give her a fake smile and walk father in the room.

"The fuck was that, huh?" He turns around finally seeing me. Walking over and hugging while lifting me off the ground. Still holding me the air, which is easy due to our size difference. "My beautiful лепесток. What are you doing here?" I stared at him. He always had a habit of making it difficult to angry at him. "I was coming to see you." I motion for him to lower me down, and I sit my cat on the floor. Watching it walk around the office, I get startled again when he picks me up and sits down in his chair at his desk with me on his lap. "Before you get ready to hurt me, I was simply recruiting her to a higher position." I poke my finger deeply into his chest. "Why you wanna fuck her?" He slowly looks up, as if he is thinking about the question. While he is doing that, the objects start to lift around the room, and he takes notice. "No,I don't want to fuck her or anything like that. But she is strong, very strong. I've seen it first hand лепесток. She will be uselful." I simply smile at him before I peck his lips.

Moving closer on his lap, I start to slowly kiss his lips again. Getting lost in the plump lips I love so much. Before he reaches my face to take my shades off. He lowers his hands and grips my hips. "You are so fucking beautiful, baby. Why the fuck would I want her when I have all this." I start to grind on his lap, while the desk moves backward. Needing more room. "And don't you forget it. Gonna change the world, baby."

I'll post every Saturday for this story.

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distraughtlesbian · 1 month

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can i speak my truth ? can i keep it real ? there shouldve been more in-party conflict in blades 2. like obviously mc should’ve gotten to cuss mal out in particular when he was like You Dont Know What We’ve Been Thru as if getting kidnapped and forced into a magically induced coma and getting your blood stolen and having constant benadryl nightmares is a walk in the park lmfao, and also just gotten to talk more about what they went through and how it’s impacted them

but also there should’ve been way more beef between the other party members. like girl if i’m nia and i’m spiralling scorning sleep and food constantly hunting for a way to free MY GIRLFRIEND (!!) from the clutches of some goth elf cunt on top of making the fantasy catholic church christlike again and repressing my inner shadow demon and one of my friends is like “hesdeadjim.png give up also fuck you” and then fucked off to be an alcoholic pit fighter, i wouldve actually just thrown hands when we saw each other next. no magic no nothing just me and my nasty little fingers (covered in paper cuts from all the arcane shadow tomes ive been reading) coming straight for her eye sockets. staff of silverlake should’ve been nia’s weapon and she should’ve leapt into the pit in chapter 4 and clocked imtura in the skull with it.

like you bitches should be CRAZY!!!! you should all have DISORDERS!!!! you should be begging ravens perched on busts for RESPITE AND NEPENTHE from your memories of me !!!!!! the moon should never beam without bringing you dreams of ME and the stars never rise but you feel MY bright eyes. tyril should be half-mad with grief and stress he should be mumbling to himself and seeing mc’s silhouette in dark corners. nia should be clearly and obviously off her fucking rocker and constantly on the verge of self destructing and taking us all out with her. imtura should be constantly blind drunk so she doesn’t have to feel her grief or anything at all really. mal should have been in the wind the second it started looking like mc wasn’t coming back and nobody’s heard from him in months. kade should be in a bottomless pit of grief bc when he was stuck in the shadow realm we never gave up hope and we went to rescue him but now that the tables are turned he’s slowly losing hope and day by day and night by night we recede and he becomes more faithless. threep and loola should be inseparable sleeping in a pile together never beyond a wing-length from one another and keeping obsessive tabs on all the other party members no matter how far-flung across morella they are because they’ve already lost everyone and everything they knew to the shadow court once and they’ll be damned if they lose anything else. also kade and aerin should’ve built up a weird semihostile rapport bc once everything fell apart and everyone went their separate ways it was just the two of them in the whitetower palace and kade would go to his cell and sit out of arm’s reach to vent about his time in the shadow realm and his grief and hopes and fears. they both knew and loved mc, in their own ways, despite how aerin hurt them, and now they’ve both lost them, maybe for good. maybe one day aerin starts talking back

where is the SPICE where is the FLAVOUR? where’s the DRAMA where’s the OOMPH where’s the PANACHE? you cannot look at me and tell me these dysfunctional bitches wouldn’t fall back into their worst habits once the one person who held them all together up and vanished into the void. why am i not ending each chapter feeling like i’ve just gotten punched in the dick bc the love is so obviously still there and that’s why it hurts so bad. they should’ve put their whole budget and pussies into forcing the party to fit themselves back together even though they’ve all grown new sharp edges and keep cutting each other up. they should’ve gone full dark no stars about it. grief is an amputation but hope is incurable hemophilia you bleed and bleed and bleed, plants that are split down the middle dont heal they die, you are a language i am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read, what lived and died between us haunts me still, if someone asked me at the end i’d tell them “put me back in it”, i care what ghosts think of me, come back even as a shadow even as a dream, someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other ending to this story, etc, etc, you get it you understand. also the mc should’ve come back WRONG.

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malthemagnifisent · 6 months

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Pairing: Aerin x Male!elf Mc (Cyrus)

Plot: After so many relationships and friendships ruined by the interference of his brother, Aerin was determined not to let anything ruin Cyrus’ opinion of him. He couldn’t abide the thought of the one good thing in his life being turned against him, and perhaps that left him with more anger and possessiveness then he realized.

Content warning: Mentions of Baldur abuse, and very slightly 18+ scene at the end, but nothing really happens. It’s mainly just kissing and Aerin like unties MC’s pants.

Tag list: @zhoras-bitch @rosepetals1 @saibug1022 @oh-so-youre-a-nerd @baldwinboy5ive (enjoy)

Baldur had always made sure to ruin any little thing that Aerin had to himself, and that included every moment, gift, and even person that Aerin found some enjoyment in. He’d destroyed Aerin’s favorite toys when they were young, and as they grew older, he took away even his peace.

The worst of all had been when he’d ruined the one good relationship in Aerin’s otherwise miserable life. He’d formed a friendship, perhaps even something more, with the son of a nobleman, and for a while, Aerin had been almost happy.

Then Baldur had found out, because he always found out, and before Aerin even had a chance, his brother had crushed the relationship in his hand and left Aerin floundering.

Somehow his brother had managed to wheedle his way under the skin of his friend, whispering all sorts of lies in his gullible ear, until finally his one bit of solace had turned away from him with nothing but anger.

In Aerin’s mind, everything of his was going to be ruined eventually, and Cyrus was no exception. Even with Baldur gone, he couldn’t discount that somehow Cyrus would be turned against him, and perhaps his fears drove him rather mad at times as jealousy and possessiveness became all too easy.

Everyone wanted Cyrus; that was a fact. He was smart and beautiful, brave beyond belief, and the hero of Morella, to top it all off. People wanted him, and Aerin couldn’t blame them, but still, Cyrus was his; Cyrus had chosen him, and he would be damned if he’d let anyone take him away.

There was a party in the castle of White Tower, and Cyrus, as usual, was the center of attention. He smiled politely as he talked with pushy nobles, all of whom wanted just a minute to speak with the famed hero of Morella.

Aerin would have been at Cyrus’ side, but just a moment ago he’d been sent for drinks, and as soon as he’d left, partygoers had descended like vultures. If he thought Cyrus’ minded, then Aerin would have hurried back, but as it was, he didn’t think Cyrus cared that he was being swarmed by admirers.

It took him some time to find a waiter through the thick crowd, and when he did, it was to the realization that he’d completely lost sight of Cyrus, so despite his best efforts, he may have been rather short with the servant as he snatched up cups of wine and hurried back through the crowd.

Realistically, he knew nothing would have changed in just those few seconds—that Cyrus would still be standing where he had been before, laughing and smiling until all the warmth of the room seemed to be coming from him.

That’s what he expected, at least, but when the crowd parted, he had a sinking feeling as he realized Cyrus was no longer standing among the chatting nobles.

His hands trembled slightly on the long stems of the wine glasses, but he paid it no mind as he set them down on the first table he saw before walking up to the dispersing crowd of men and women.

“Where’s Cyrus?” He snapped, glaring at one of the women he knew had been surrounding his friend. (or lover perhaps, he didn’t know what to call him.)

She looked at him with a familiar expression of distaste, one he’d gotten used to seeing from everyone whom he used to know. Not everyone had been as forgiving as Cyrus, and there were still people in Whitetower who saw him as nothing more than a corrupted prince who’d almost ended the realm.

Luckily for him, along with that hatred came a sense of fear, and usually he would have detested that anyone was still afraid of him, but now he was grateful for it, as it had the noblewoman responding in an instant.

“He went to the garden; Lord Edric accompanied him.”

That was all Aerin needed before he turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of the doors and into the cool evening air. His hands had clenched into tight fists, and each breath was a pain to draw in.

The scar on his chest ached, stretched as his lungs expanded, and burned in the cool air, but all that was what he’d grown used to; he’d come to expect that pain. What he couldn’t accept was the fear and misery of having the one truly good thing in his life taken away.

Lord Edric was a familiar name to him; he’d been friends with Baldur; that is, if anyone could really be considered friends with his late brother, and Aerin couldn’t stand the thought of him being alone with Cyrus for even a solitary moment.

God knows what he would say, what poison he would whisper, what lies he would tell, and how he might turn Cyrus against Aerin like Baldur had done so many times.

He stumbled over his own feet slightly as he heard Cyrus’ voice ahead of him, sounding clearly through the garden where no other sound but the wind could possibly be heard.

As he rounded a grove of trees, Aerin heard Lord Edric laughing and spotted the pair standing a few feet away, a good distance between them but not enough for Aerin's liking, not when Lord Edric could reach out and touch Cyrus if he tried, not when he could see the fine details of Cyrus’ eyes or smell the scent of the bath oils he used.

Those things weren’t for him; they were for Aerin, all for him.

Then Cyrus laughed at something Lord Edric had said, and Aerin couldn’t breathe anymore. He cleared his throat and stepped toward them, his head held high and his dark eyes fixed on Edric with the same kind of disdain he used to wear when he’d been so full of corruption that there had been no anger or hatred to feel.

“Aerin, I’m sorry I wandered off; I needed some air, and Lord Edric said he would show me the gardens,” Cryus said, his smile turning real, softer, brighter, and so much warmer than the false happiness he’d been showing before.

Without giving it much thought, Aerin strode forward and met Lord Edric’s eyes. “Leave us; you’ve taken up enough of his time,” he said, to the silent indignation of Cyrus, who seemed to be struggling with what to say.

It wasn’t often that Cyrus was left speechless, and if Aerin wasn’t so filled with anger and jealousy, then maybe he would have had room to feel proud of himself.

Lord Edric appeared ready to argue, but Aerin refused to give him a chance, the same way he refused to let Cyrus be taken or ruined. He raised his hand and nodded pointedly back toward the castle doors, where light was spilling out into the gardens and the sound of the party could still be heard.

“The hero of Morella has more important things than standing here and talking to you, Lord Edric,” he said, which finally seemed to get his point across as Edric’s lip curled back before he took the time to nod toward Cyrus.

“I’ll see you back at the party, I’m sure,” was all he said before he finally obeyed Aerin and walked away, leaving Aerin standing in a cloud of his own jealousy that anyone would take up Cyrus’ time, time that would be better spent with Aerin himself, time that was precious, as he didn’t know how much of it he would get before Cyrus was no longer his.

Silence prevailed for one long moment before Cyrus spoke. “That wasn’t necessary,” he said, looking at Aerin with such obvious disapproval that he almost felt bad for a moment.

Only a moment, though.

“You should stay away from Edric; he’s not as nice as he looks,” he muttered, turning to look over at the castle, where Edric had retreated and was luckily no longer in sight. He must have followed Aerin’s instructions and returned to the party.

Cyrus suddenly stepped in front of him, and Aerin was forced to confront the disapproval he’d been hoping to avoid. “Do you not trust me to figure that out on my own? What did you think was going to happen?” He asked, placing a hand on Aerin’s shoulder and holding him gently in place, as if Aerin would have left, if he would ever leave again. He would stay rooted to the spot as long as Cyrus wanted.

“He was friends with Baldur; years ago they were close, and besides that, you’re-“ Aerin broke off, breathing heavily, his head hanging low so his eyes could focus on the hand that still rested on his shoulder, the gentle weight helping him stay steady and warm even as a cool breeze blew around them.

Quirking a single eyebrow, Cyrus leaned down a little, and Aerin was forced to meet his eyes. “I’m what? Gullible?” He asked, already trying to piece out what Aerin had been about to say, but predictably he was failing, and Aerin should have been content to let him keep wondering, but for some reason he couldn’t.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Aerin was speaking, spilling his fear and anger, every word laced with jealousy and a sort of possessiveness he didn’t know he had in him. “No, you’re mine; you’re mine, and I can’t have you taken away,” he snapped, though as soon as the words left him, he felt bad for how they’d sounded.

To his credit, Cyrus didn’t even react; he just continued to stare at Aerin, clearly waiting for something better—some explanation that made sense and wasn’t just Aerin’s fear of being abandoned.

Cyrus suddenly gripped Aerin by the upper arm and pulled him deeper into the garden, behind another grouping of trees, so no one from the castle would have a chance of seeing them. “If I remember correctly, I’ve never been the one abandoning this relationship; that’s always been you,” he said, and perhaps it was a low blow, but Aerin couldn’t deny its truth.

He had been the one to run before this; he’d been the coward; he couldn’t handle his feelings well enough to keep Cyrus close, but now he was here to stay, and whenever he was determined to stick around, things inevitably fell apart.

“Every friend I ever made was driven away; Baldur got in between every relationship I started to build; I don’t know how he did it, but every time he made them leave,” Aerin said, shrugging his shoulders to break free of Cyrus’ grasp.

He couldn’t stay still when he talked of Baldur; even the mention of his brother set him on edge and put him into a state of such nerves that he simply had to move. Bakdur’s presence used to mean almost certain punches, so sitting down had never been an option; standing still was no better either, so pacing was the easiest.

“And what? Do you think he’s still pulling the strings from beyond the grave?” Cyrus asked as his hand suddenly settled on Aerin’s chin, and he was held in place by slim, cold fingers, pressing indents into his pale cheeks. “Your brother has no power over me; he never did.”

Swallowing thickly, Aerin reached up and grabbed Cyrus’ wrist, pulling the hand from his chin so he could step closer, crowding into Cyrus’ space like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’re mine; I will not give you up,” he said, his free hand now tangling into the front of Cyrus’ shirt, clutching tightly at the rich fabric.

“No one is asking you to give me up,” Cyrus responded, his cool fingers enclosing slowly around Aerin’s wrist, gently tugging his hand away so the space between them was clear and Cyrus was free to lean down and rest his forehead gently on Aerin’s. “You think Lord Edric will steal me from you?” He chuckled, the notion seeming absurd the longer he considered it.

Aerin made a sound of frustration, and in an act of desperation, he pulled Cyrus closer and pressed their lips together. It wasn’t anything like their other kisses, though that was to be expected, as kissing Cyrus was never the same as it had been the time before.

Cyrus was so easily distracted from his earlier indignation as he grabbed Aerin by the waist and began to walk slowly back. The trees rustled above them, and the sounds of the party swelled for a moment before suddenly Aerin’s back was pressed against a tree, and he could think of nothing else but the hands trapping him there.

A hand snaked into his hair, and Aerin was lost in bliss as Cyrus trailed his lips down across his neck, sending fire skirting across his skin and making him crumble under the anticipation of being further burned alive under Cyrus’ touch.

The kiss broke, and Aerin whined in protest, as he always did, because he’d be happy to continue until he ran out of air. It wasn’t an unpleasant thought to die with Cyrus kissing him.

“Everyone wants you; you know that,” he said, his breath ghosting over Cyrus’ lips as he refused to lean back; he couldn’t bear the thought of stepping away.

Cyrus chuckled softly and shook his head. “I do not know that; I know you want me, and that’s what matters,” he said, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of Aerin’s lips.

“When people are near you, they can’t keep themselves from looking, and I can’t stop myself from wanting to hide you away, because for once I have something that is all mine, and I want to keep it that way." Aerin knew it was probably a bit much, that no one wanted to be kept on such a tight leash, but he couldn’t help the way he felt, the jealousy that tore out of his chest anytime someone made Cyrus laugh.

He wouldn’t have blamed Cyrus if the man decided to leave him, if he fell for the charms of one of his many admirers. Any of them could have given him more than Aerin could offer, but Aerin wouldn’t let go without putting up a fight to keep him.

“I never noticed when people were charmed by me; I’ve always been too busy checking if you were watching,” Cyrus mused, like his words weren’t everything Aerin needed to hear, as if they didn’t fuel every bit of desire and need he had.

Aerin tried to stop the shaking of his hands, but it was no use, and instead he employed the nervous energy as it should be used by pulling Cyrus down into another heated kiss. His fingers fiddled gently with the ties of Cyrus’ silken pants, giving every chance to pull away before he tugged at the fabric and began to open the ties.

“You’re mine,” he whispered again, his hand moving gently along the exposed strip of skin where Cyrus’ shirt had ridden up.

His hand dipped lower, and Cyrus shuddered against him, his forehead coming to rest on Aerin’s shoulder as his breaths began to shake.

“Yours, all yours, Aerin.”

And just like that, Aerin was insane again, driven mad by want and corrupted with possessive emotion that he knew no amount of light could cure. This was here to stay; this longing was never going to fade.

Cyrus was his, only his, and he’d be damned if he let him be taken away.

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hoonvrs · 9 months

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what do ur moots remind you of?! (ex. places, color, song, etc)

@dazed-hee TIFF heeseung duh, exo and those ugly little white dogs, heehoon

first two don’t need an explanation, but she’s alw sending me igs of these white korean dogs knowing i’m a CATT girl. exo x enha tiktok when. us being heehoon is obvious🙄 we’re just superior

@redm4ri MARI hoon, piercings, music

my fellow hoon lover, our convos on music and piercings are just elite also how’s the rook piercing going bae cause mine is being a bitch rn

@haevqi LIZZIE hugs, cherries/peaches, vollyball

lizzie is actually my baby you don’t understand, even though we only become moots fairly recently i love talking to her sm </3 sports because we’re both volleyball girls ( ignore that i quit ) 💪🏼 and cherries and peaches cause they’re some of my fave things and so is liz ily

@aernx AERIN games, anything pretty

yk how u can tell someone’s pretty by how they type, that’s rinnie. my baby #2. so sweet ily and games cause we alw tag each other in them duhh

@shinsou-rii RI alevels, sister

the little sister i never had💔 us bonding over our alevels being almost identical and complaining about it🥹 felt like a proud older sister

@enmayz MIRA hellcats, flowers

hellcats are v specific over that ask of us talking about stealing ur friends car😭 flowers cause she alw sends me cute flowers she find cause she know i love them ( i love her more shh )

@flwrshee RIRI gardens/sea

those places that are so calming and beautiful give riri vibes, pretty and aesthetic ( js like u winks )

@whoschr CHAE neutral colours, tiny

moment of silence for the iconic tnyhees user.. i still call you tny in my head whenever we interact😭 neutral colours cause they’re so pretty and aesthetic and chaes aesthetic nvr fail😹 trust

@seongclb KAT cats .. hearts

hearts cause i ❤️ kat simple. and obvi can’t think of kat and not think of cats and guess who loves both😁

@haknom KAYLA justin bieber, criminal love

us screaming over hoon and criminal love on disc is so real. and just bieber cause

#inbox — new msg!#why did this take a min..#that’s enough emotions for a few months bye🫂#i love all my moots #( anons! )

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cherries-in-wine · 1 month

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My thoughts on 'the cursed heart' book 1

hii I just remembered this book exists and I'd like to share some opinions. Just a warning this post contains spoilers and my writing is messy af as this is more of a rant so i apologise in advance lol. I haven't read the second book yet just fyi.

Seeing the shit everyone said about this book I was honestly expecting another smutty trash like the nanny affair but they don't even kiss until chapter 9. I think the slowburn and the sexual tension was done decently well. I thought this was a sex slave kind of situation the way everyone was talking about it but its more of a "I saved your life so you'll work for me to repay your debts" situation. doesn't really make it any better but I guess its not as bad as sex slave. The whole BDSM shit was...questionable. I don't know what's so hard to understand about the fact that BDSM IS CONSENSUAL. IF YOU GUYS DON'T TALK ABOUT IT AND ESTABLISH BOUNDARIES BEFOREHAND ITS NOT BDSM ITS ABUSE. Just fyi these options are avoidable but I just think its inappropriate to call this BDSM.

The art is GORGEOUS and I love the little story book sequences you have for the character's background information. I ADORE the side characters like longclaw and sir monty have my heart. The idea for the book was definitely interesting. I liked the sun and moon court concept and the fae. It had potential but just like all the books choices has been putting out it just sort of fell flat. I really like the names too. I know they might be little too JK-Rowling-Cho-chang-ass-names but idk I find it cute how the sun court members are radiance, lustre,blaze,gleam etc. the book has a really nice aesthetic and fae are beautiful. The outfits are stunning as well. LEAF IS THE BEST PART OF THIS BOOK.

Kieran is honestly pretty mid. I don't find them that interesting I think they're just bland. I guess that could've been on purpose because they don't have a heart and stuff but I believe they could've done so much better.

I don't like how the fae are mostly left unnamed. That just made the sun court's betrayal fall flat because I don't even know these bitches so why would it hurt that they betrayed me? like first of all that shit was so predictable and second of all when you write a betrayal you'd want it to come from a character the reader really likes and is attached to so when they betray us it will hurt and just make you feel things but because we knew very little about about them I was just like "woahhhh womp womp I'm so hurt totallyyyyy didn't see this coming you got me dude" *pretends to be shocked*.

I think the it would've been much better if they pulled a prince Aerin from BOLAS kinda route with Radiance like maybe he and the other fae sneak in at night to visit mc, they grow close and he's treated as a love interest THEN he betrays mc. That would've made much more of an impact and then it would've made sense as to why mc was so trusting when they handed him their protection charm thingy to him. Honestly I find radiance much more interesting than Kieran.

Mc is.....a dumbass to put it lightly. I'm sorry but they're so stupid and they don't even have any growth by the end. I hate the "this character's only trait is being kind so they're dumb" trope. like first of all being kind isn't a fucking personality and idk crazy thought but maybe just maybe you can be kind and rational?? like why is every kind mc so dumb and lacks critical thinking skills. yea so didn't love mc either they were just bland.

My thoughts are kind of all over the place right now (they always are) so maybe ill add more stuff later but that's all for now. Thank you so much for reading my rant <33

#the cursed heart #the cursed heart book 1 #the cursed heart book 2 #the cursed heart choices #choices stories you play #TCH #TCH 1 #TCH 2 #pixelberry #pixelberry choices #choices stories we play #choices

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choicesficwriterscreations · 1 year

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CFWC's Fic of the Week Masterlist

Each week, one fic on our CFWC Fics of the Week list is chosen at random as our Fic of the Week. We highlight that fic an additional 3 times the following week, and it will be kept on this list for all time!

Please see more about our Fic of the Week here.

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Week 44: Halloween: Chapter 3 | OH | Jensen Valentine (M!MC) - @mydemonsdrivealimo Week 43: Holiday Shopping | PM | Hayden Young x F!MC - @rosepetals1 Week 42: A Meeting in Wyoming | NB | Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian Week 41: Dress Up | RCD | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - @tveitertotwrites Week 40: A Bit Dark... | OH | F!MC x F!OC - @jerzwriter Week 39: Birthday | TRR | Drake Walker x F!MC - @petiteboheme (art by @rosefuckinggenius) Week 38: Shadows Creeping Ⓜ️| BOLAS | Aerin Valleros x F!elf!MC - @zhoras-bitch Week 37: Midnights Like This: Part 11 | TRR | Leo Rys x MC - @queenrileyrose Week 36: Sophomore Secret ILITW | Dan Pierce x F!MC (Riikka Yläkorpi) ; Ash Clark (M!OC) - @aallotarenunelma Week 35: Black Silk Chapter 19: The Truth | TRR | Liam Rys x F!OC, Drake Walker x F!OC - @aussiegurl1234 Week 34: Together | OH | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @zealouscanonindeer Week 33: Little Star Falling | BOLAS | Tyril Starfury x F!ELF!MC - @secret-fungi Week 32: The Lover's Caress Ⓜ️| BOLAS | Tyril Starfury x F!HUMAN!MC - @lawrencebarkley Week 31: Fire & Water Part 3 | ELE | Shreya Mistry x M!OC - @korgbelmont Week 30: I'll Show You Little by Little | CoP | Trystan Thorne x F!MC - by @reveluving Week 29: Crimes Drabble | CoP | Trystan Thorne x MC - @lilyoffandoms Week 28: Coffee & Dinosaurs | RCD | Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @theartoflovingthomashunt Week 27: Marabelle Ch. 6 Ⓜ️| TRR | Liam Rys x MC - @tessa-liam Week 26: A Kiss on the Hand Part 1 | OH | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @cariantha Week 25: What Could Have Been. Ch. 3 | OH | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter Week 24: Mixed Signals | OH | Multiple Pairings - @alj4890

Week 23: I'll Have What She's Having | OH | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter Week 22: Victim of Love: Chapter 12 - Looking Forward | TRR | Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Week 21: ... Sometimes Not: Part 5 Back to How It Used to Be | TRR | Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Week 20: Babysitting | OH | Bryce Lahela x F!OC - @storyofmychoices Week 19: Music for the Lost (and Found) | CoP | Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads Week 18: Here Comes the Sun Part 1 | TRR | Liam Rys x ?, Drake Walker x MC - @kristinamae093 Week 17: You and I (1/3) | OH | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jamespotterthefirst Week 16: Never Have I Ever: Chapter 14: The Beaumont Bash Ⓜ️| TRR | Bertrand Beaumont x MC - @harleybeaumont Week 15: Dancing Between the Unknown | OH | Ethan Ramsey & F!MC - @potionsprefect Week 14: In Times of Comfort | TRR & RCD | Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @alj4890 Week 13: If (and When) the Cold Comes Crashing Through | OH | Bryce Lahela x M!MC - @mydemonsdrivealimo Week 12: Midnight Talks | OH | Sienna Trinh, F!MC - @trappedinfanfiction Week 11: Morning Selfie | OH | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @genevievemd Week 10: A Different Fate | OH | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @jerzwriter Week 9: Savage Love: Chapter 30 Ⓜ️- About Last Night | TRR | Liam Rys x MC, Drake Walker x MC - @angelasscribbles Week 8: The Date | OH | Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @alj4890 Week 7: Us Again: Trace the Steps | TRR | Liam Rys x MC - @ao719 Week 6: Stop the Clock | OH | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter Week 5: A Theif in the Garden | BOLAS | Mal Volari x FOC - @storyofmychoices Week 4: Power to Overcome | OH | Aurora Emery, F!MC - @coffeeheartaddict2 Week 3: Coming Up Blank, Part 3 Ⓜ️| WTD | Eli Sipes by @jerzwriter Week 2: Special Surprise | OH | Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @potionsprefect Week 1: Maxwell's Jolly Holiday, Part 2 Ⓜ️| TRR | Maxwell Beaumont x Liam Rys - @harleybeaumont

#cfwc fic of the week #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic #cfwc fics of the week #the royal romance #open heart #wake the dead

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juniaships · 3 years

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My OCs as gritty live action

- Jora is now a bitter young woman who hates everything and everyone and numbs the pain by drinking or getting into illegal street fights. Also she is skinny for some reason

- Lani is now the Sexy Nerd and...that's about it

- Regina is a total Rich Bitch who looks down on the common masses because she's a wealthy white girl - she's also in a forbidden relationship with Antauri *NO*

- Rosslyn: "It will be, when it fits a woman."

- Kendrix is constantly given a pass for her shitty behavior without a single bit of self awareness

- Mikayla is a filthy degenerate who has sex with everyone

- All the canonically dark skinned girls will be played by a lighter skinned actress

- Odette (who is Afro-Polynesian) will now be played by a Hispanic actor because brown people are interchangeable

- Niya's family are Islamic terrorist

- Kaysha gets for man pain/replaced by a new white female character who is STRONG

- Jetta is the only one with common sense and points out how garbage the show is; however in universe everyone hates her

- Piper and Rhea are just there, despite Piper being a chi expert and martial artist on par with Elemental Masters, and Rhea being a talented dancer & moral support; also they're both ghetto

- Characters like Sonic, the Ninja Turtles, The Loonatics or aliens will all be played by hot actors, bare-minimum makeup or 90s grade CGI

- Ben is just the stupid childish idiot Himbo with zero redeeming qualities & makes fun of Jora yet expected to be her final love interest

- Penny's adopted parents are extremely abusive

- Lenora Rose (Janus Lee's dead wife) comes back to life as a darker Anti Heroine

- Marion is nonbinary and that's their entire character. None of their interests in cartoons and puppetry and learning to be a mage, nope their the token enby character. Also their codename is Snowflake.

- Aster wouldn't exist or their status as enby is nonexistent because you can't have more than two

- Beatrix the Butterfly is mentioned in passing as a lesbian or her being lesbian is just her entire character. Also she dies because she's too nice

- No woman over 40

- A triangle between Kevin/Rhea/Cole because that's exactly what we need

- Kudzu & Maestro Mortis would have redemptions while Odette never gets redeemed or dies

- The Power Rangers are now a part of the Plumbers because separate teams don't exist

- Also common tropes like magic and cartoons are constantly mocked and not even clever

- Penny and Kendrix would wear provocative clothes despite being 13 and 14 years old

- Penny secretly works for her father Paine, also she dates Axel despite the latter being 18 years old

- Everything is set in high school despite character being college- age, homeschool, adults, or living in different towns

- Vanessa's postpartum depression is given one episode and one episode only

- Also her role gradually declines as she becomes The Mom

- Or her only trait is that she's religious

- Also Kendrix's anger issues are left untreated or seen as quirky

- Zane x Jetta gets ruined by Zane becoming fully human in the dumbest way possible, because robo/human pairings are way too taboo

- NO FUN ALLOWED

- Other canon characters are background noises yet end up becoming way more popular amd likable than the main protagonists

- All the female villains are Sexy, Woobified, Monsters, no subtlety or nuance

- POC characters slowly fade into the background leaving white/whitepassing characters all the attention

- The older white men are Trump Supporters or the show forces politics in every scene with no nuance

- Aerin's platonic relationship with Shadow is now a romance; also she's the reincarnation of Maria Robotnik

- Grown up child heroes resent losing their childhoods because as you know, saving lives amd being good role models are BORING

#multifandom #anti the cw #powerpuff girls live action #powerpuff girls reboot #anti riverdale #riverfail #anti arrow #oc x canon #canon x oc

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they-callme-ami · 4 years

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Aerin this, Poppy That, Noah and Dan this and that---you know who PB missed out on by NOT making them LIs? Analysis, Part 2 (still wlw, I'm giving y'all what you WANT....hopefully)

Alright, Michelle walked so Poppy could also strut. Listen--two blonde Asian (Asian-European for Poppy) women who look similar, have black football ex-boyfriends AND have bitchy-ish attitudes? Michelle was Poppy's blueprint. But unlike Poppy, Michelle became a Bad Bitch on her OWN. A little recap for y'all, she was raised by a single mother who instilled into her to work hard for what she wanted, is at the TOP of her class, and (as said in her folder) will probably get into any medical school she chooses. Even after her so called friends made it seem like she was cheating on Sean and she was dumped, she picked herself back up again and kept going. If anything, her 'bitchy popular girl' personality is to protect herself and focus on her goals. And y'know what? She is an amazing friend too. In Graces ember of Hope she encourages her even when her mother puts her down, she is constantly helping the team when they are hurt---both physically and mentally--and will fight tooth and pedicured nail for her friends. Not to mention, she has great skin-care and makeup tips.

Now, since it has been confirmed that Yvonne and Serafine are the same person-- why the hell was there no cameo in distant shores? In Endless summer, Yvonne seems nothing more than the steryotype French person who is always romantic, sexual, etc. But, she is so much more. She helps raise the teams morale, in her own funky way, and could Jake a run for his money in BDE. When we reunite with her after her centuries of life, she is a telepathic vampire now known as Serafine whom also radiates BDE. One thing is for sure, her heart is full in both lifetimes. She traveled the seas (and time) to try and save her brother, and opened up a nightclub where vampires could be safe and free from The Order. I can't really say much about her, because there isn't much to say. But that's the most charming thing, she is shrowded in mystery and would have had potential to learn more about if ahe was an LI. The only thing constant about her is the joy she slreads to others, in a sarcastic snarky way.

AURORAILOVEYOUDAMMITPBSTOPMAKING BLACKWOMENLOOKBADCHALLENGE2020 YOUCOWARDS---

*ahem* Despite how PB has written her in a terrible light, Aurora is ironically a woman many black readers can identify with. She is framed as strong, independent and rude. But take a step back and ta-da! She's fucking relatable as hell! Most of her life, because she was succesful, people saw her as either a stuck-up snob, a ticket to get to the top, or competition. Black women, ESPECIALLY in fields like this are always put down and underminded. Aurora is really just a girl who is afraid to let people use her again, tries to please her aunt and honestly, seems to have anxiety and social issues. But she continues to push past it all, and even after quitting at Emery, continues to work in the medicine field to help others and cares deeply for her patients. It's a shane after what PB has pulled in the OH series with their POC (really just in every series--) because I identified so much with Aurora and seeing a black woman kicking ass in the medical field while trying her best to get along with her friends is absolutley ADORABLE. I really hope PB makes her an LI when they bring OH2 back, because Aurora is the kind of woman that needs more attention in tv, movies, books, etc. A black woman who is succesful, can be strong, but is still vulnerable and has weaknesses. But friends to back her up and help her.

"If you can breathe, you can stand. If you can stand, you can fight."

(Red IS Olivia's color and I will be typing with it. No arguments.)

You already know what the fuck I'm talkin about. 6 books PB. TRR series, TRR Christmas Special, TRH---you had SIX BOOKS to do the ultimate enemies to lovers slowburn in the history of whatever. We have seen Olivia go from an agressive, cunning, quick-witted, battle-ready, stubborn and headstrong bitch to--oh, lemme check my notes here--an agressive, cunning, quick-witted, battle-ready, stubborn and headstrong bitch(tm) who has not compromised her values, but has opened up. Olivia is the ORIGINAL 'should have been an LI'. This woman has gone from hating MC with a passion for even breathing near Liam, to protecting her and a child that isn't even Olivia's with her LIFE. Olivia not only has opened up more to MC about her past, her family trauma, etc. But is a noble who actually fits the title. She fights with honor to protect her people and those who she loves, inspires courage into her people and even after being rejected by Liam (though not malicious on his part) she never holds that against MC. Olivia trusts our MC with her own life as well, and in the last shitty chapter of TRH2 is the ONLY house that votes against the idea of stripping MC of her baby, because she KNOWS that MC is an amazing parent and knows what it's like to grow up without loving family--if anything, in these books Olivia has proven how much she loves our MC more than anything.

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gritsandbrits · 3 years

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Shadow, Amy, Gadget and Infinite

Shadow - Favourite Character?

My favorite character has to be Rouge because i love classy thieves with a heart of gold. Also her design is 👌👌but she's not just for older appeal she's a badass in her own right

Amy - Favourite Ship?

Sonic x Noelani I'm not a fan of the real popular ships

Gadget - Any ocs?

Noelani: The main OC of my AU The Girl From Station Square. She's a world weary orphan who discovers the spirit of joy during the chaotic events of Sonic Adventure. Has a tropical/mermaid theme and the only known person who likes anchovies and pineapple on pizza.

Aerin: Lani's cousin who grew out of a strict home environment and became a rebellious city girl. Kinda an honorary member of Team Dark due to connecting with them, even though she hates the establishment GUN. Always skates and her "gameplay" is based on roller derby.

Brighid is a villain OC who is pretty much a petty criminal but not without reason. She has it out for GUN cuz some of her family members perished on the Ark. Cane be a total Rich Bitch yet somehow more likable than Chris lol and has a very elegant fighting style.

Infinite - A character you think needs more love?

Princess Elise definitely. I was one of those people that hated her then i realized she wasn't the hot trash so many fans made her out to be. Her potential got wasted due to the bad writing she honestly deserved a better game and actual character. Plus she didn't anger me like Turdyke lol

#thanks for asking!!#💙💙💙💙#gb asks #sonic ocs #sonic the hedgehog

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serregon · 2 years

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Húrin, Morwen and any of their children for the ask game

-@outofangband

under a cut for length

Húrin

Sexuality Headcanon: HoME that says he’s an “admirer of Felagund”, which kinda sounds like a euphemism for something not so straight. the whole family’s bi lol

A ship I have with said character: with Morwen. they’re one of my favorite canon couples in the Tolkienverse. their story is so tragic, and I can’t help but tear up every time I read their last scene. plus the short guy/tall girl dynamic is one of my favorite tropes for het ships.

A BROTP I have with said character: with Huor. they both give me wholesome jock vibes and I love it. he probably made a lot of jokes about how his little brother is like a foot and a half taller than him

A NOTP I have with said character: none bc the only ship I’ve seen with him is with Morwen

A random headcanon: he has a surprisingly really good singing voice. he tends to lead the drinking songs at the mead hall. he also sang lullabies to his kids. he never got to sing to Nienor oh no I made myself sad

General Opinion over said character: this man called satan a little bitch to his face, I love him. he’s an extremely tragic character, but also so badass for holding out for so long

Morwen

Sexuality Headcanon: bi and probably somewhere on the aromantic spectrum

A ship I have with said character: with Húrin

A BROTP I have with said character: with Aerin. we don’t get to know much about Aerin, but she seems pretty cool. I can see Aerin standing up for Morwen when she was accused of witchcraft

A NOTP I have with said character: none, I’ve only seen her shipped with Húrin and Aerin

A random headcanon: she has a morbid fascination with death. she used to wander the cemetery, finding a strange sense of solace among the graves. I feel like she could have been a mortician

General Opinion over said character: she’s an interesting character. the fact that she refused to go to Doriath for so long kinda frustrates me, but it’s a flaw that makes her seem more human

Túrin

Sexuality Headcanon: bi

A ship I have with said character: with Beleg. they’re my silm otp and I love them so much. their relationship just hits that perfect balance of softness and angst for me. though I also like him in a poly ship with both Finduilas and Gwindor

A BROTP I have with said character: with Nellas. I see her as a sort of big sister figure to Túrin and I like to imagine her guiding Túrin through the forests and teaching him about the world through the eyes of elves

A NOTP I have with said character: with Nienor, for obvious reasons. I get that it had to happen for tragedy reasons but like, ew. I try to avoid thinking about that part of the story as much as I can. I just really want happier AUs for them where they can just be normal siblings together

A random headcanon: he’s very touch starved. he says he hates being touched, he’s lying. he just really wants someone to play with his hair

General Opinion over said character: he’s an idiot, but he’s my idiot. he’s just a well written antihero and an interesting take on the classical tragic hero

Nienor

Sexuality Headcanon: bi

A ship I have with said character: with Mablung. I don’t know why this ship is so rare, it makes a lot of sense in the plot, they have the perfect set up for a tragic romance. I’ve also seen her shipped with Finduilas and Nellas and they’re cute ships too, I’m always down for femslash

A BROTP I have with said character: I just feel like her and Beleg would get along well if they ever met. I’m thinking about an au where she goes to Doriath as a child and she collects wildflowers for Beleg and he tells her all about their meaning in the language of flowers and their medicinal properties

A NOTP I have with said character: with Túrin

A random headcanon: she also comes back in Dagor Dagorath, and this time she gets to be the one to kill a reborn Glaurung. she’s like “I told you once and I’ll tell you again, the children of Húrin are not craven” and she bonks him with her axe

General Opinion over said character: THE biggest “deserved better” character in the legendarium. poor girl suffered so much. she’s also pretty badass, what with her pulling a Mulan and standing up to a dragon

#headcanons #túrin #niënor #húrin #morwen

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six-of-woes · 4 years

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The Clown and the Potato Sack (Aerin Valleros x MC)

Chapter 1/? : ...What Now?

Paring: Aerin Valleros x MC

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24533863

Word count: 2381

Summary: Now with the Dreadlord defeated and her friends out of Whitetower, Cassia Nightbloom, is bored. Extremely bored. She wants to do literally anything, but she doesn't know what. Her solution? Try to get some answers from a certain corrupt prince. Unfortunately, that leads to a wacky yet angsty adventure involving a potato sack, a wooden spoon, and A LOT of clowning around.At least she's doing something...right?

Authors Note: Hi so this is my first time posting fic on Tumblr so if I’m doing something wrong feel free to tell me just be nice about it because my ego is fragile Anyway! I hope you guys like it, I thought we clowns could use some content until book 2 comes out. Idk if i’ll ever continue this, i meant for it to be a one-shot but I couldn’t really get my whole plan into one chapter. So. Hopefully there’s more. No promises tho lol

@what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil @theclowneryqueen @findmeafterlife @0oi-io0 @thatgirlbuhle @mirabelle-choices @souhmhey @king-erzsebet @vlastomilsworm @diamonds-and-decorum @xsweetnspookyx

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Cassia watched from the castle balcony as a raggedy caravan rolled out of Whitetower. They’re really gone now, she thought, turning her back on the city. There was a new kind of…emptiness inside her now that Mal, Nia, Tyril, and Imtura were all gone. Maybe they’d only known each other a few months, but to someone who barely had any family to call their own—it struck a certain chord with Cassia to see them go.

She sighed and noted the setting sun—her reminder that she should probably get to dinner. Not that Cassia wanted to spend yet another dinner answering the pointless questions of all those stuffy nobles, but she felt obliged to as Morella’s hero—at least until she figured out where she was going to go from here.

As Cassia walked through the towering corridors, she thought some more about where she wanted to go. Kade wanted to go back to Riverbend(but only after he’d exhausted the library), not in any particular mood to experience any more danger than he already had. Of course, Cassia couldn’t blame him. If she’d spent months in a realm of pure darkness being tortured, she would want at least a break as well.

But that was the thing: she hadn’t been in the Shadow Realm and she wasn’t like Kade. Cassia always thirsted for adventure and as much as she loved Riverbend, she spent twenty out of the almost twenty-one years of her life there. There was so much more out there and if her nightmare had any shred of truth, Cassia knew she had to be there.

But where? She’d already decided against going with any of the others when they left—Cassia’s injuries would make intense sailing with Imtura or any of what Mal had planned painful and difficult, and she wanted to give Nia the room to figure things out on her own. The idea that seemed most plausible for her was going undercount with Tyril. It would’ve been a prime opportunity to learn more about where she came from, after all. Yet…she still felt awkward going there—Cassia knew almost nothing of the elven societal cues and would feel a little useless when trying to help out Tyril with her duties.

She shook her head as she reached the doors of the dining hall. “Never mind all that.” She muttered. “I made my decision.”

“Finally!” Called a voice. “You had me thinking you were going to bail!”

Cassia looked up to see Kade, sitting on one of the corridor benches. He held a new book in his hand, different from the one Cassia had seen him reading at breakfast.

“Sorry,” she muttered, leaning against the closed doors. “Just wanted to make sure the others made it out of town safely.” She swallowed the knot in her throat and nodded toward the dining hall. “Let’s just get to dinner.”

Kade raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless followed Cassia into the hall.

When they entered, Cassia was surprised to see only King Arlan, Threep, and Loola sitting at the table. None of them looked particularly cheerful—not even Threep, who just stared at his dinner plate with a somber expression.

“Your majesty,” Cassia breathed, dipping into a curtsy. “It’s a pleasure to be in your—“

“Oh hush, Cassia,” Arlan said, shaking his head. “There’s no one else here and you’ve more than cemented yourself as a friend of the crown.”

Cassia coughed and straightened up. “Right…Is there any particular reason for the ah—grim mood and significant lack of nobles?”

Arlan cleared his throat and eyed the nespers. “Well…there’s news.”

Cassia felt her heart catch in her throat. News? It can’t have anything to do with what that hooded being said in my dream, could it? No, of course not. It was just a nightmare…right?

“Is something wrong?” Kade piped, eyebrows already creasing with worry.

The king shared a look with Threep and Loola, who looked back at Kade and Cassia.

“Aerin’s awake now,” Threep said, stretching his wings. “I saw him myself in the dungeons—he’s still very much corrupted, but—“

“He’s quiet,” Loola spoke. “All he’s done is hug his knees and stare at the wall.”

Kade scoffed. “Sounds to me like he’s scheming. Want me to punch him again?”

Cassia elbowed her brother (lightly) in the side. “I’m sure it’s fine. Even if he was scheming, there’s really nothing he can do. His cell is surrounded by guards 24/7, there’s a magical barrier around it, and besides, if for some reason he gets out—“ she gestured to the three weapons of legend she had strapped to her body. “I’ll have it handed.”

“Sure,” Kade said, rolling his eyes as he took a seat at the table. He went to drink from his goblet, but a playful smirk graced his lips. “You’re just saying that because you kissed him.”

Cassia grumbled as she took a seat next to Kade at the table. “We don’t have to keep bringing that up,” she whispered through gritted teeth. “That was like, a month ago—before he was you know—evil.”

“Whatever you say,” Kade taunted, still smirking as he took a sip from his goblet.

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The rest of dinner was relatively low-key. Cassia filled Arlan in on what the others were going to do now that they were gone and Kade entertained them all with wild stories from the deep corners of his mind.

Once dinner was over, however, and Kade, Loola, and Threep all returned to their previous business, leaving Cassia to do as she pleased. Problem was, Cassia didn’t really have anything to do.

She found herself standing in the middle of the corridor for what was longer than considered usual—even for Cassia.

“Dammit!” She cried, hours later. “I’m bored as all hells!” In a fit of rage, Cassia kicked the solid gold leg of a nearby bench. Solid. Gold. Promptly after kicking it, Cassia let out a pained yelp and brought her foot up to her arms.

After a few more seconds of hopping on one foot and whisper-shouting an array of curses, Cassia collapsed onto the bench and buried her face in her hands.

“Gods…” she groaned. “I really need to get out of here and do something more dangerous than stubbing my toe.”

But, what was there to do? The most dangerous place Cassia could think of was the Nooks and Crannies—but the real danger was really the guards and Cassia wasn’t interested in picking fights with them right now. She and Mal had already informed Arlan of the corruption, there was no need to escalate a situation that was already under control.

She thought back to visiting them with Mal…and how they got out of their scuffle with the guards.

Unconsciously, Cassia ran her fingers over the ring Aerin had given her. She still hadn’t taken it off, even after the betrayal. It was a reminder of their night at the lake.

She let out another groan. There were so many things about that night that didn’t make sense. Why would he save the unicorn? Sure, it could’ve been to defy Baldur, but…the character he’d been playing didn’t seem like the kind to do that kind of thing. And besides—it was a living thing. Cassia kinda figured the shadow realm had a thing against them—as long as they weren’t a part of their little posse. So why? Why would he do it?

And as a matter of fact, why did he actually not not want to be with her when she “pretend” (as she liked to tell herself) flirting with him during the final battle? That was weird. For someone with such a cold and hardened heart he certainly seemed pretty open to still having her be with him. Were her seduction skills really that good?

Well, to be fair, she did seduce a giant bug. So maybe they were.

So many questions and no way to get answers. Unless…?

He’s awake. Cassia thought. You could go down there…I’m sure the guards would let us—a hero of the realm—go see him. Maybe you could get some answers. Only answers though. You don’t like him anymore, remember? He kinda tried to kill you and all your friends. Also tried to take of the world. So only answers. Nothing else.

She thought about it for a few minutes. No one other than the guards would have to know, right? Not Threep, not Loola, not Arlan or Kade…and especially not Mal. The snitch.

“Godsdammit,” Cassia groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I’m this bored.”

And with that, she got up and headed toward the dungeons, against her better judgement, yes, but even if she didn’t want to admit it…

…Cassia was a horny bitch.

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Aerin had been put at the lowest level of the dungeons, about four stories below ground. Why the castle need that many floors was beyond Cassia, but nonetheless, she continued her journey down. Down. Down. Down.

Aaaannnnd it turns out walking down stairs for what feels like an eternity is just as boring as standing in the middle of the corridor. Only difference is the corridor is WARM!

“Do you hear that?” Echoed a guard’s voice.

Cassia stopped in her tracks.

“Yeah. Sounds like footsteps. Probably Woodworth and Highmourn coming to relieve us early. Let’s just get going early, tonight’s my anniversary and I don’t want to have to make it up to the ol’ husband again.”

“What about the prince? Weren’t we given strict orders to not leave him alone?”

“Ack, who cares? I mean, look at him—what’s he gonna do, cry about it?”

There was a bout of hearty laughter followed by the clanking of armor. Thinking fast and remembering Mal’s trick, Cassia dodged out of the guards sight and held her breath until they passed. Once she was sure they were long gone, she sprinted the rest of the way down the stairs until she reached Aerin’s cell.

At first glance, it looked like any other cell—dark, damp, and decrepit. But when Cassia got closer, she could see the gold haze of the magical barrier keeping him in. Well, if nothing else, he should at least have a hard time getting out of that. Cassia thought, slowing down to a tip toe the closer she got.

Finally, she reached Aerin’s cell. Unsure if whether or not he was aware of her presence, Cassia just stared. He looked so small. Of course, before all of this, Cassia still had maybe a few inches on him, but then, he wasn’t absolutely helpless. He wasn’t wearing the brilliant red and gold suit he wore the whole time they knew each other, instead wearing a brown tunic and pants that looked more like poorly-stitched together potato sacks than actual clothes. Even in the dark, Cassia’s elven vision could see that he was still grey. Many of the dark veins had gone, but he was still very much corrupted by the shadow.

What do I even say to him? She thought, slipping the Gauntlet of Pain on and off her wrist. Obviously, I’m just here to get questions, so like, just ask him a question. Duh. Easy. Don’t make it awkward. It’s not like you kissed him or anything—oh wait.

“Ahem—“ Cassia started.

“—I already said, I don’t want any food, Highmourn. Now please, if both of you could shut up while I brood I would much appreciate it!”

Cassia coughed. “Sounds like somebody didn’t get their beauty sleep.”

Aerin gasped and whipped around, scowl deepening when he saw Cassia standing over him.

“What are you doing here?!” He spat, rising to his full height(which unfortunately for him, didn’t really look intimidating to Castalia). “Are you here to rub it in? To gloat? Where are all your friends? Am I just not worth their time?”

Cassia sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Calm down, Aerin. I’m not here to antagonize you—you’ve already done that enough—“

“—You just antagonized me! You lie!”

Cassia raised an eyebrow. “…And you’re a drama queen. I’m just here to ask you a few questions and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Aerin scoffed and turned his back to her. “What reason could I possibly have to answer to you? You won, Cassia. You got everything you wanted and I have nothing. Why do I have to give you anymore?”

A few seconds of silence passed. Cassia tried to deny how much that stung, but the tears that started to well up in her eyes proved otherwise.

“Fine,” she snapped, voice wavering. “I’ll only ask you one thing. Then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of your miserable life. Is that enough for you?”

Aerin’s shoulders hunched. “Only if it’ll get you to leave.”

“Alright.” Cassia’s hands balled into fists. “What happened?”

Her words echoed through the dungeon. Seconds passed where the only movement was that of the salty, salty tears rolled down Cassia’s cheeks.

Eventually, Aerin’s shoulders relaxed. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because you were my friend, Aerin. And I want to know why you could so easily go from someone sweet, kind, and compassionate to literally trying to take over the world.”

“Easy,” he spat. “I’ve been corrupted by the shadow court and had a damn good way of hiding it. Can you go now?”

Cassia sighed. “But that night at the lake…you saved that unicorn. If you had such a hatred for human life, why would you save it?”

“That’s more than one question.”

Gods, is this who he really is? Incredibly difficult?

“Fine,” she sighed. “I’ll leave. Have a nice life.”

Cassia wiped her face and turned to leave. Of course she wasn’t gonna get the answers she so desperately wanted. They were right there. What was the point of coming down there anyway?

“Wait!”

She stopped.

“I’ll tell you what happened, Cassia. But…it’s a long story.”

Cassia turned back around and saw Aerin, grasping the bars of his cell with the same vulnerable, hurt, look she remembered from the Deadwood.

She walked back over and took a seat on the ground.

“I have time.”

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malthemagnifisent · 8 months

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Plot: Cyrus goes to Aerin’s cell, and somehow Aerin still has a sway over him.

Tag list: y’all asked to be tagged, so hope you enjoy. If anyone wants to be tagged in future fics please do ask. @ladylamrian @zhoras-bitch @alegria1580

Notes: Yeah, I just wanted to write the Aerin reunion scene with a bit more drama too it. I also changed the fact that Aerin didn’t know MC was gone, cause I don’t think it made any sense?!

Cyrus hadn’t known what to think when he made his way down through the halls of the white tower to find Aerin in the dungeon. Logically, he knew he should hate the man and not be buzzing with excitement to speak with him, but he couldn’t deny feeling almost giddy. Perhaps he could pass it off as fear, but he would still know the truth deep down: that he truly wanted to see the man.

He knew his friends would judge him for such a desire, but right now his friends weren’t here; he hadn’t gotten around to seeing them yet.

Finding out what had happened to him was more important, at least at the moment; only after that would he allow himself to track down his friends.

When he arrived at the dungeon, he grimaced. It was dirty and reminded him a bit too much of his narrow escape from imprisonment in the shadow realm, but when he saw Aerin, it was hard to think about anything else.

For having been locked in a dungeon for a year, he didn’t look bad, though perhaps that was just because Cyrus’ thought he was incapable of really looking bad.

Aerin didn’t notice him for a moment, and Cyrus took that opportunity to really study him. I looked him up and down, trying to see if there was any sign of his past corruption, but no, he looked as human as he had been that night by the lake, the night they’d kissed, the night that Cyrus almost wished he could forget because it would make this so much easier.

"Hello, Aerin," he said, his voice stiff and rather unsure. He didn’t know what Aerin might think of seeing him again. If anyone had a right to be angry, then it was Cyrus, but still, he couldn’t stand the idea of Aerin hating him.

Aerin, who had been looking out the small window of his cell, spun around and looked at Cyrus with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Cyrus," he said, stepping forward to the bars of his cell, his dark eyes tracking up and down Cyrus’ body, looking over him with abject shock, which he supposed was to be expected when he’d been trapped in the shadow realm for a year.

"You’re here; I didn’t think-" He broke off and wrapped his pale hands around the bars of his cell, holding on so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He seemed at a loss for words, which was strange to Cyrus; because Aerin had always seemed so well spoken, he didn’t seem like the type to stumble over his words.

Cyrus crossed his arms and stepped up to the cell, so close that he would be able to touch the prince if he dared to reach forward. He didn’t dare; he just kept his face schooled into careful neutrality. "I am; I take it you knew I was gone," he muttered.

It made sense that the prince would have been aware of his disappearance; his friends undoubtedly would have interrogated him to try and get information, but seeing as Cyrus had been lost to the shadow realm for an unknown amount of time, clearly he hadn’t had any information that would help. Either that, or he knew and simply refused to help.

Cyrus hoped it was the first, because the thought that Aerin could have saved him but refused to do so was not something he even wanted to consider.

"Yes, your friends told me; they wanted to know how to get you back," Aerin explained, still looking at Cyrus like he was something unbelievable, and maybe he was.

"And what did you tell them?” Cyrus asked and stepped a bit closer, as if he were being pulled forward by an invisible force. Even back when he’d first met Aerin, he had been drawn to him; it hadn’t really made sense then, and it makes even less sense now, but something about the man pulled Cyrus in; it ensnared him, and he wasn’t sure he wanted it to let go.

Aerin smiled a little sadly and met Cyrus’ eyes, his gaze holding so much truth that Cyrus thought he would have believed whatever came out of his mouth. "I told them the truth, that I didn’t know how to get you back," he explained, and Cyrus didn’t question the answer; he believed him.

Maybe it was a sign of his own weakness that he was so easily trusting someone who had betrayed him before, but he couldn’t help it.

Cyrus clenched his jaw and looked back at the door behind him, checking to see if anyone was lingering in the doorway, but when he saw no one around, he stepped forward, and like he had done in the shadow realm, he concentrated hard before he slipped through the bars and into Aerin’s cell.

He had done it both out of a desire to be closer to the man and because he was curious whether he could accomplish it again. In the shadow realm, he had been under pressure to get it right, so it actually proved to be easier this time.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to put himself inside a locked cage with a man who had hurt him in the past, but the shocked look on Aerin’s face was enough to make up for that.

"How did you do that?" He asked, leaning forward with abject curiosity, and for a moment he seemed very much like he had when they had first met. It sent a pang of hurt through Cyrus’ body.

Cyrus shook his head and just stepped to the side, leaning himself against the wall of Aerin’s cell. "I’m not here to talk about me, Aerin; I need to know about the Ash Empire," he said, something in his shoulders tightening as he said the name, because after an untold amount of time in their clutches, the name alone was enough to set him on edge, and the thought of Valex was worse.

The mention of the Ash Empire was enough to shut Aerin up, his dark eyebrows drawing up in something like concern, but Cyrus doubted it was real.

"That’s who had you?" Aerin asked, and Theo screwed his eyes shut, fighting off a wave of anger and annoyance that were manifesting themselves into a pounding headache behind his eyes.

He stood up straight and began to pace back and forth in front of the bars of the cell. "I told you we aren’t talking about me; just tell me what you know, Aerin," he snapped, drawing in a deep breath to try and calm his racing mind.

A year of life was weighing on his shoulders, a year he had missed and would never get back, and under the haze of blocked-out memories, he was starting to realize that his time in the shadow realm must have been much worse than he could remember, and he wasn’t sure whether to be glad or angry that those memories were missing.

"I’ll tell you what I know, but it isn’t much," Aerin said, seemingly picking up on Cyrus’ discomfort with ease as he stepped back and situated himself on a bench in the corner, the golden light from the window filtering down onto his face, shrouding his head in a halo of light.

It made him look almost like Cyrus remembered him, standing by a shining lake, kissing beneath the moonlight as if time meant nothing.

Cyrus shook his head, refusing to get lost in the memory. "Thank you," he muttered, nodding for Aerin to continue and explain whatever he knew about the Ash Empire.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem the prince knew much of the empire—at least nothing truly helpful—though he did help fill in some details that had been nagging at Cyrus’ head. It wasn’t what he would have hoped to learn, but it was better than nothing.

He knew well enough not to believe that Aerin had told him everything; he knew the man was probably hiding things, but Cyrus decided those secrets could remain just that for the time being. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to know, but because if he let the man keep his secrets, then Cyrus would have a reason to come back, and he refused to give that up.

Cyrus knew he should leave now; he should turn away and exit the cell the same way he had entered, but instead he looked toward Aerin. "Do you regret it?" He blurted it out, hating himself for asking because he was sure he knew the answer and didn’t want to hear it.

"Which part? Working with the dread lord, or hurting you?" Aerin asked, and Cyrus drew in a sharp breath as he realized the implication of the question. That the answer would change depending on the meaning of the question.

"Both," he responded, stepping a bit closer as Aerin stood from his seat and moved as well. They stopped at the same time, painfully close together, the sunlight between them creating a barrier of light between Cyrus and the man who had the power to pull him toward corruption.

"If you hadn’t come into my life, I would have taken the throne without any remorse; I would have killed my brother without guilt, but thinking about you and the pain I caused you, that I do regret," Aerin said, the words falling from his lips and trailing off into a sigh that sent a shiver down Cyrus’ spine.

He knew Aerin was not a good man and that the things he’d done were not forgivable acts. It should make Cyrus hate him, but he was weak; he was idealistic, and he thought perhaps the man could change, that the prince could pull himself into a better man, one who Cyrus could be proud of caring for, not a monster that he felt ashamed of loving.

"I would have had you as my consort, Cyrus; you would have been king alongside me."

Cyrus’ eyes grew wide, and he swallowed thickly. Their eyes met, and Cyrus shook his head, forcing himself to look away, over at the window, out at the light. "I wouldn’t want that," he whispered, tensing up as Aerin stepped closer to him.

"No, I suppose you wouldn't; you dream of adventure and glory, but not power or majesty." Aerin’s voice was soft, gentle, and warm, like the sun.

Cyrus wanted to bask in that warmth, to lose himself in the feeling and forget all the troubles he’d ever known.

A hand touched his cheek, and Cyrus couldn’t pull away; he just accepted the touch and told himself it would be the last one he allowed, though he knew that was a lie.

"Will you visit me again?" Aerin asked, his hand drifting across Cyrus’ blue skin, brushing across his lips and up toward his cheekbone, where warm fingers pushed a strand of hair behind his pointed ear before pulling away entirely, leaving Cyrus cold.

He took a step back, the sounds of his shoes the only noise in the air as he turned his back on the prince and slid his way through the solid bars.

Pausing outside the cell, he stood up straighter, forced his shoulders back, and spoke, but didn’t dare look back. "I don’t know," he answered, but once again, it was a lie.

He knew he would be back, whether it was for information or simply because he couldn’t resist the temptation. That was the only factor that was unknown.

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lizzybeth1986 · 4 years

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This fandom really will do the absolute MOST for a man if he's white, huh? Aerin revealed how he's been snaking us from the start, that he wasn't corrupted but is in fact the cause of the corruption and he takes a member of our team to possess and people STILL want PB to make him a LI...But a character like Aurora gets used by Tobias and suddenly it's "I knew we couldn't trust that bitch". I can't stand this fandom...

I mean...your core argument isn't completely wrong, and I'd definitely add white women to that argument as well because it takes a LOT for them to get "cancelled" and precious little in the case of most WOC...(plus, look at how often many of them will drag down a female LI of colour to make their fave white girl look better. If I had to put up with one more fan dragging Hana in their stale af "only Olivia could be my bestie!" posts or writing Hana out of fanfic where all the other LIs + Olivia have a defined role...)

But from what I've seen most of the fandom has been seething over Aurora's treatment! I've seen way more posts of people stating that she did nothing wrong and has nothing to apologize for and resenting PB for forcing us to be mean to her again...than the posts on Aurora you're describing. I'd also argue that I've seen as many people point out that June Hirata from the same book shouldn't be judged as harshly as some in fandom were clearly judging her. I'm normally as unhappy with a chunk of fandom's attitude in this regard as I am PB's but this is one case where I can say that people are catching on to what PB is trying to do and speaking out accordingly.

In fact, the one post I did see speaking about Aerin in an "LI" capacity did specify that the context would be that of an MC who went over to the dark side. Which means that alongside Aerin, the MC would be evil as well. It's akin to what some were envisioning with BB - that the ability to lose control and go completely over to the dark side would be an actual choice, not one that would be reversed by a "restart at checkpoint" option.

#ask me #ask lizzy #aurora emery #open heart #aerin valleros #blades of light and shadow

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writteninvisibly · 4 years

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Very curious about your characters, how would they be reacting to blm?

:’) I’m so glad you asked

Sam would be out on the frontlines in NYC, he definitely got arrested at least twice and he’s scaring the shit out of Jason because he has zero fear but that’s okay. Definitely throwing tear gas back and on the verge of throwing hands with a police officer (it’s not like it would be the first time)

Jason is also out protesting, but he’s more low-key about it. He helps others a lot when he sees them struggling and is doing his best to provide medical attention where he can (he was premed in college for a while and then he changed his major). He isn’t getting violent, but he doesn’t stand for seeing the abuse of others.

Sage wants to be on the frontlines with Sam, but both her girlfriend and her parents are concerned for her safety because she Will hit a bitch so she and Addy are doing things like provide water and food for protestors, making signs and stuff.

Riesling’s parents won’t let her go to the protests, so she’s being very vocal on social media and she hung a banner out her window that says fuck the police. She also created an onlyfans and donates the proceeds to bail funds.

Aerin has asthma, so they are doing what they can at protests, while still being mindful of things like when the police are going to incite violence. They’re also starting fights with people on Facebook.

Bea organized a protest in their town. There wasn’t much to report about it, but there were rumors the night of that there might be riots, even though the protest disbanded completely hours before the riots were supposed to have happened.

Evie is mixed, so this is personal for her, she’s being very vocal about it, even though a lot of people don’t quite understand why because “she’s mixed so it’s not as bad for her.”

Harper went to the protest Bea organized and he’s slowly started speaking out in support, but he took some time to educate himself first. He didn’t quite realize how bad things were before the movement started, so he’s trying to work through that for himself.

Leona doesn’t really have much in the way of social media, but what she does have she’s been flooding with petition and donation links and ways that people can help.

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electronicdelusionstarlight · 4 years

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New game, list all the dragonborn OCs/players you remember making:

Lets see how many dovahkiins I did I remember:

1) Very first Dragonborn, vanilla skyrim, was a Argonian called Stalk-In-Shadows (Technically, Shadow Stalker, then I mentally retconned the name to a lore friendly one), stealth archer with some early destruction and restoration spells, wanted to be just a mage at first then passed half my gameplsy crouching with a bow, self fulfilling prophecy if you will, with medium illusion and high conjuration magic. He ended up marrying Ysolda and was a generic edgy bitch, jack of all trades at times, one of the only two dragonborns who ever managed to kill Alduin. Main companions were Sven (Dead), Lydia (Left in house with Wife), Serana (Last One).

2) First Modded Dragonborn and second overall dragonborn was Ascarioth Hlaalu I think (or a name similar to that), Male Dunmer, this time managed to stay a mage also thanks to the spell mods. Only other Dragonborn who ever managed to kill Alduin, also married Ysolda, companions Inigo Sophia and Recorder at the same time.

3) The most long running Dragonborn I had with sex mods on was a Imperial Woman, Mia Sl*tbl**d (In Italian, dragonborns are named Sangue di Drago (Blood of the Dragon), and 1* years old me wanted to be edgy and topical and make a pun on it, even if in english)). Fucked half of Skyrim and was in a open romantic relationship with fellow sex positive woman Haelga from Riften. Didn't have a class given the... nature of her gameplay.

1-3) Months later got all 3 dragonborns the same backstory, three outcasts from Bravil, who met at a young age, and later become friends and then a love triangle and then a throuple. They decide to try their luck in Skyrim together, but during the Imperial Ambush 2 of them die. This splinters reality in 3 timelines where either of them survived and Akatosh turned them into a Dragonborn.

1B) Stalk-In-Shadow first tries to fulfill both his friends dreams of entering the college, drown his sorrows and survivor's guilt with that, his aptitude in magic is quite low tho so they give up midway and join the Dark Brotherhood after Sanguine's drunken blender. Adopts the Whiterun and Whindhelm orphans, kills the emperor and ulfric.

2B) Ascarioth drowns his sorrows in work. Is a Daedric Researcher, joins the college as a stepping stone for that, becomes a Vampire Lord to ensue eternal life, all to get closer to the mysteries of creation. Kills Ulfric, Miraak, Harkon, Ancano.

3B) Mia, who wanted to enter the college to research sex magic, just tries to drown her sorrows in hot bodies, doesn't finish any quest, just here to fuck. Does turn the peace council at high hortghar into a orgy tho, a real unifier that one. Doesn't kill ulfric but she does peg him.

At the end of their story each would die in certain circumstances and go to Sovngarde, where the timelines are reconnected and they find each others again as Dragonborns.

Both Ysoldas (Ascarioth's and Stalk's wives) are also there, so now it's a quintouple, if you will.

4) A Breton Shield-Mage, name forgotten, on his 50s. First Savior of the Forgotten City among my Dragonborns, Peryte Champion, Kills Ulfric, finds MARPHIN but doesn't fix him, First SSE Dragonborn, almost kills Alduin but is killed by his Draugr army before Sovngarde due to the Warzone Mod. No relation to the previous 3 Dragonborns. Killed Ulfric.

5) Several Iterations of the same, not Ascarioth Dunmer Dragonborn, male or female, mostly characterized by the Imperious Mod having them hear the whisper of their ancestors and go insane, trying to fulfill their wishes by killing people and shit. Never accomplished much, one of them even gets killed by Ulfric at Helgen when she finds him with Ralof during the Extended Intro Scene and her ancestors scream at her to kill him, another dies while trying to make camp in the cold wilderness. Most of them fix Marphin and save the forgotten city.

6AB) Vigilant of Stendarr, Imperial Man and then Breton Woman, each start as one with LAL, get a vigilant as a follower with AFT and leave the Halls to fix Dawnstar daedric problems.

A) Breton Woman learns that the ways of the vigilants are flawed after meeting and befriending Erandur, convinction empowered by the destruction of the hall and after she meets Serana, becoming more accepting if still weary of daedric folks. Kills Harkon and Ulfric. Fixes Marphin, saves firgotten city, Dies in slavery during the AHO mod, regretting her decision to trust that orc Triminac Follower she met at Dawnstar.

B) Imperial Man gets tempted by Vaermina with power and kills Erandur. Becomes Arthas, blood templar out in search for power to dominate his foes, kill daedras with daedras, gain their artifacts, fall of grace storyline culminating with him sacrificing the vigilant follower from the start to Boethia, tricking her into coming with him. Kills Miraak, Harkon and Ulfric, becomes a Werewolf, only companion among my dragonborns as to date. Dies during sex before he can become Harbringer for poisoning his husband Farkas with the ebony mail by mistake ("The Mail stays ON during sex") and triggering his transformation while he was getting dicked down.

7) Khajiit Dragonborn, sex mods on, escapes the LAL Dungeons by himself, befriends Inigo, world crashes the second he sees his blue dick after discovering wearing cloaks and tail armor at the same time turns khajiit naked. World is restored but different, saves Susanna from the butcher before he can kill her, butchering him right in front of Ulfric before telling him he's next, starts a open relationship with Susanna, attempts to seduce Janessa and even unlocks her tragic lesbian backstory, becomes Ysolda's Drug Mule and Boytoy, but then gets killed by my sudden desire to add maids to the game and the fact Mjoll's amorous mission didn't start, so I like to think he was Killed by Crime Lord, NTR Villain and Sex Criminal Aerin for snooping around Mjoll (trying to trigger her mission), who is a actual thing in amorous adventures I discovered later which is BAD like SO SO BAD.

8) Argonian Man. Tries to start the Maids storyline. Discovers is 10 times more heavy Gigabyte wise than vanilla skyrim + core set of mods, attempts to do so anyway, dies as the world burns and reality shatters in a orgy in Riften's market square, right at the start of his journey. Last Dragonborn in years, now to be suceeded by a new one.

#skyrim #dragonborn

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