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Prompt: Thief
From the Land of Myth Discord Server: One Word Writing Prompt Game
Word prompt provided by BronteHeart
"That boy is a thief!"
The accusation echoed through the courtroom, unchallenged and unanswered. The cook who'd hurled it stood red-faced before the throne, with Merlin looking uncharacteristically meek beside her. He waited with his head bowed, his hands clasped firmly before him, not daring to lift his gaze from his feet.
Arthur didn't like it.
"What has the boy stolen?" his father asked, signaling his own servant to bring more wine. He was distracted today, and disinterested in such a petty case. Both boded well for Merlin, as long as the idiot didn't say anything to incriminate himself.
"Three rabbits," the cook said. "The very best in Camelot, raised by my own hand and intended for the king's table."
"And what proof do you have against Merlin?" Arthur cut in. It was a good moment—his father had turned to have his goblet filled, and he liked it when Arthur took charge of things.
"He was the only one who had access to their cages after I left last night," the cook said. Her manner was haughty, which would have set Arthur against her even if he hadn't known the accused. She was one of the most important workers in the castle, after all, and Merlin had only been there a few weeks. Uther would have taken her word over Merlin's and been done with it.
Arthur should have done the same. Instead, he folded his arms and said, "Merlin. Did you steal the rabbits?"
"No, sire."
At least he had the sense to use titles in front of the king. Arthur returned his attention to the cook. "Were his quarters searched?"
The woman hesitated. "Yes, but—"
"And were the rabbits found?"
"No, but—"
"Do you have any idea where Merlin might be keeping them?"
She swallows. "No. But I'm certain he—"
"I'm afraid that, without proof, I cannot issue a punishment." Arthur kept his head turned away from his father, trying not to read into the continued silence from the throne. "Should new evidence be found, I shall reconsider my ruling. Until then, I must dismiss this accusation."
The cook stared at him, but she had more sense than to argue. With a somewhat sullen curtsey, she mumbled an acceptance of his judgement and turned away.
"You are too lenient," Uther said, and Arthur suppressed a wince. "A night in the stocks would have wrung the confession out of him."
Arthur let his hands fall to his sides. "That was the last case for today. If you do not require my presence here any longer, I am due at the training fields."
His father dismissed him with a wave, and Arthur strode from the room. Merlin, who had stayed where he was in the middle of the room, hurried silently after him. Arthur led the way into the hall, nodding to the guards to close the great doors behind them.
"Thank you," Merlin said softly, once the guards had shut themselves in the throne room and left him and Arthur in the empty hall. "For believing me, I mean. I wasn't sure you would."
"I don't believe you," Arthur said, crossing his arms again.
Merlin blinked at him. "But... you—"
"I don't think you stole the rabbits," Arthur said. "But I'm sure you had something to do with it. So go on, out with it. Where are they?"
Arthur expected sheepishness, or possibly guilt. Maybe another attempt at a lie. Instead, Merlin raised his chin and said, "I released them into the forest."
Now it was Arthur's turn to blink. "You..." he said weakly, but was unable to think of anything else to say. "Why?"
Merlin looked away, a petulant expression crossing his face. "You wouldn't understand."
"Merlin."
"They were just... the cook kept saying how she was going to kill them, and they just kept looking at me, and their eyes were so big, and..." He trailed off, still not meeting Arthur's gaze.
Arthur took a calming breath. "So you released what was meant to be the king's supper because you thought they were too cute to eat?"
There was a pause, and then Merlin made a motion that was half nod and half shrug.
Arthur wanted to be angry. He wanted to feel the righteous wrath the cook had felt—which his father would have felt, had Merlin confessed before the throne. Instead, he felt a bubble of something light and unfamiliar rising up in his chest, something which may have turned to laughter if he didn't choke it out quickly enough.
So he twisted the sound that wanted to be a laugh into a cough and started down the hallway. "Fetch my armor," he said, clearing his throat for good measure.
Merlin took an unsteady breath. "You're not going to bring me back to your father?"
"You didn't steal the rabbits," Arthur said. "That's the crime I was asked to judge, and I've given my verdict. There's no use revisiting it now. But Merlin..." He turned to look over his shoulder, taking in Merlin's bright eyes and disbelieving smile.
"Yes?" he said eagerly.
Arthur sighed. He had a feeling he was going to regret the inexplicable fondness threatening to attach itself to his new manservant.
"Maybe avoid the rabbit cages from now on."
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Resource/Greatest Hits Masterpost
Resources
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Sideblog for Tumblr resource/advice posts: @random-useful-posts (There is an index in its pinned post.)
Sideblog for regular self-care reminders: @timelyreminder
Fanfiction Commenting Guide: Tumblr, Dreamwidth
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Greatest Hit Posts
"Rating Band Names as Commands": the original post and my later laments, record of the firstborn I've been promised, the tag
Sleeping in summer as described by Katy Perry's "Hot N Cold", the comic: the comic, the music video, the tag
A Jigsaw trap for Sherlock Holmes adaptors writing Irene Adler: the original post, free ebook and audiobook editions of A Scandal in Bohemia, accessibility in murder traps is important, commentary on Irene being described as an "adventuress", the tag
Fix-it Fanfiction Statistics and Leverage: The Power of Leverage (the original post and John Rogers' tweeted reaction), Fix-it Fanfiction by Fandom: The spreadsheets and nerd stuff, "The Leverage Test" tag
Where Else You Can Find Me
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I am a co-creator and mod of the Land of Myth Discord server for gen BBC Merlin fandom. See the merlingen community on Dreamwidth or message me for a link.
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What do you mean? Dragoon has a great fashion sense. (+a template)
#i kept having to pause to laugh while i was drawing this#someone come get your rad grandpa#dragoon merlin#merlin emrys#bbc merlin#nina-scribbles#bbc merlin fanart#dragoon merlin fanart#merlin emrys fanart#bbc merlin emrys#thank you to my besties in the#land of myth#discord server who prompted me to draw this#<3
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I'm going for gold, lads, lasses, and other gendered classes!
Do you like visual novels? Do you like stories about the fey? Do you like your entertainment as EDUTAINMENT?
IF SO, BOY HOWDY DO I HAVE A VISUAL NOVEL PROJECT FOR YOU.
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The Good People (Na Daoine Maithe) is a lore-rich and choice-driven romantic visual novel inspired by Irish mythology.
Play as an Irish tenant farmer from the mid-19th century, whose path becomes inexplicably entwined with fairy affairs after getting robbed by the roadside and lured into the mythic and war-torn world of Tír na nÓg: A once unified land, now divided into the Seelie and Unseelie Courts.
Will you escape with your stolen belongings? Or does fate have something else in mind?
OKAY, BUT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR YOU, SEEKER OF SEROTONIN?
6 wonderful romantic/PLATONIC options (each love interest can be pursued entirely platonically)
a visual novel whose philosophy is less on anxiety-inducing, arbitrary choices to get a good or bad ending, but instead focuses on if you, the player, are interacting with a character in a healthy or unhealthy manner, leading to player freedom and choice
intelligent and reflective writing that is reflected within character moments and dialogue
and MORE! (so much more!)
WHERE CAN I FIND MORE OUT ABOUT THIS GAME?
Here is the bio link, which has links for the indie developers' social media accounts (Tumblr, Twitter, Discord Server) along with the link to their official website, which has a deep dive into every main NPC and the philosophy of the game. The demo is out now and free on both Steam and Itch.io
(As an official statement: I am in no way employed or affiliated with Moirai Myths and I was not approached in any way to make this post. This is me being a feral fan on main, blazing this post)
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HELLO EVERYONE! DID YALL KNOW THE KICKSTARTER FOR THIS GAME JUST LAUNCHED TODAY? NOW YOU DO! MORE DETAILS AND MORE FUN TO BE HAD!
They’re doing voice acting reveals this month, along with an early bird special to see blushing/flirty emotes!
EDIT THE SECOND:
WE HAVE REACHED FULL FUNDING WITH THE GAME! Which is excellent, because it means that my little hyperfixation is gonna be made!
However!
It would be very nice if we could reach some of the stretch goals (which go into depth here: x). Not only are they fun (MC customization, a switch port, expanded voice-over work, more sprites, mini-games, side stories), but I think they'd spark a lot of serotonin for folks playing (myself included).
If this post has interested you at all, please, please, please check out the Kickstarter above! Thank you!
EDIT THE THIRD
Since this is still getting notes beyond my wildest dreams:
Hello! It's been a while! The Kickstarter ended a bit ago (I did not update this post when it did end, due to being ecstatic to how much the project managed to get: 130% funding!), but development is ongoing and strong! The first two routes are in development right now. Please keep tuned at @moiraimyths for official development updates!
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APHRODITE
“Muse, tell me the deeds of golden Aphrodite the Cyprian, who stirs up sweet passion in the gods and subdues the tribes of mortal men and birds that fly in air and all the many creatures that the dry land rears, and all that the sea: all these love the deeds of rich-crowned Cytherea." (-Homeric Hymn, translated by H.G. Evelyn white)
APHRODITE (a-fruh-DIE-tee) (Roman- Venus); The goddess of love, pleasure, and fertility, was born from Ouranus' severed penis which was cast down into the sea by his son, the titan Cronus, and the resulting sea spray. While in some versions she is the daughter of Zeus and a sea nymph name Dione.
She reclines upon a swan (early depictions in ancient Greek art show her riding a swan, a symbol of grace and divinity) and underneath is the commonly portrayed scallop shell. Aphrodite holds her sacred golden Apple of Discord, won by Paris choosing her in the beauty contest between her, Athena, and Hera. Upon her waist sits a golden chastity belt, said to invoke lust in gods and mortals alike.
Aphrodite had a lively entourage. Resting upon her arm, is Eros, the winged godling and her companion, (later becoming cupid in roman culture) who whispers sweet sensualities, while a couple Erotes(more winged godlings associated with sex and love) flitter above tossing flower petals. Frolicking at the lower left are three goddesses, the Charites(or Graces) who symbolize beauty, dancing, and banquets. Swimming atop the dolphin is a Nereid, a reference to Aphrodite's oceanic roots. and finally, above right, near the waterfall, are three more goddesses, the Horai, who represent the seasonal shifts and constellations.
But the goddess of love has a dark side, like when she punishes arcadian princess Atalanta and her lover Hippomenes for neglecting to honor the goddess. The Spartans worshipped an armored, warlike variation of the goddess; Aphrodite of Areia.
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Caste is a structure of oppression that affects over 1 billion people across the world. It is a system of religiously codified exclusion that was established in Hindu scripture.At birth, every child inherits his or her ancestor’s caste, which determines social status and assigns “spiritual purity”.
Hindu origin myths state that different people were created from different parts of God Brahma’s body and were to be ranked hierarchically according to ritual status, purity, and occupation.
There are four main Caste groups. Those at the very top are Brahmins, who have traditionally been priests, scriptural knowledge-keepers, and legislators. Below them in status are the Kshatriyas, who were kings and warriors. They are followed by Vaishyas, or the merchant classes. People in these three Caste groups are often referred to as the “upper” Castes or Savarnas. Those at the bottom of the Caste hierarchy are Shudras or traditional peasants. Many of the lowest ranking Shudras are also termed Caste-oppressed.
Outside the 4-Caste group structure are people considered lower than the lowest of Castes. They go by the term Dalit meaning “broken but resilient”, formerly known as “untouchables” and the Adivasis, or the indigenous peoples of South Asia. Together these Caste-oppressed groups continue to experience profound injustices including socioeconomic inequalities, usurpation of their land, rights, and experience brutal violence at the hands of the “upper” Castes.
Dalits under Caste apartheid are forced into segregated schools, villages, places of worship, and subject to violent oppression. Often they are denied access to public amenities including water and roads. This entire system is enforced by violence and maintained by one of the oldest, most persistent cultures of impunity throughout South Asia, most notably in India, where despite the contemporary illegality of the system, it has persisted and thrived for 2,500 years.
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SECRETS OF THE CLANS, JANUARY OPENING!
In celebration of our January 14th - January 28th opening, we're going to be highlighting each of the clans, to give you a better idea of what they're like / how different they are from the books!
Starting today, we have;
Shadowclan
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Stay low. Stay quiet. It’s the first thing our kits learn, cradled by thorn bushes and nursed by our whole Clan. Prick your ears, lower your stance until your belly-fur brushes the peaty soil, let the only movement be your tail-tip as you stalk your prey through grasping brambles. This is not the forest of your elders’ tales, little one.
To be your eyes into Shadowclan Territory, Seabreeze a Shadowclan Dayguard is here to interview some of her clanmates! Take it away Seabreeze!
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“Alrighty, let’s get started then! How about you tell me a bit about ShadowClan’s territory? An overview would surely do, but feel free to go in detail!”
“It's quite the place! Very wet, full of plants, a textbook marsh you could say. A place you could really get lost in! There are other areas of course, the orchard and the glade, and a most definitely NOT haunted cabin!“ - Punchbuggy
From the lush sundew dotted fens to the shadowed highlands, Shadowclan’s territory is thick with plant life that creeps and ensnares those who pay no heed to the land. Flowers bloom within the gloom, thriving in spades along the shores of ponds, pools, and streams, which criss-cross the land and leave little fully dry. Tangled canopies and towering pines blot out the sky in quite a few places, creating the perfect conditions for a Nighhunter to track their prey in, shrouded by darkness (though one must account for any pools of water or muck, which the apprentices learn to traverse early). As for the Dayguards, who take a less furtive and more rough and tumble approach, the shining sun casts spaces such as the carrs and the abandoned Flood Camp in a golden glow. Aside from nature, Twoleg structures which have been long left to rot and be reclaimed by the ever crawling passage of time dot the landscape, providing both cover as well as intriguing spaces to explore. And hidden within one thicket, veiled by the dark on one half and dappled with light on the other, is Shadowclan’s camp. While it’s never quite as busy as the other Clans’, given opposing schedules of many Warriors, it’s still oft bustling with movement, music and dance, decorated with the art their Campminders create (both permanent and performance).
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“Let’s dig a bit deeper, what do you think? How about your favourite spot in the territory? It could be because of an important life event or just because of its scenery, I just wanna know why!”
"Stargazer glade is my favorite place! The starlight dappling the clearing is breath-taking to witness. I feel closer to the stars there, too, and my patron. Even if I'm not a nighthunter anymore, I still enjoy staying up late to trace constellations and count the stars there." - Plovertumble
Once lost to time and to myth, the site of Stargazer Glade was rediscovered two cycles ago in the midst of a four Clan wide epidemic. Or rather, the purpose of it was rediscovered. The glade itself seems ordinary enough, an open clearing hidden away by thick shrubbery and pines with intermingled branches, walling the space away. The sky, however, remains unobscured above. The yawning abyss of sky can be intimidating during the day, particularly for those used to having their back to cover, but during the night the entire glade comes alive. It almost seems to glow, wildflowers and vines edged in silver, the grass soaked in light. The monument which stands at the far end of the field, alone and imposing, reflects it back into the center of the space. This is why it was named Stargazer Glade, by ancestors whose names have been reclaimed by the elements, but whose pawsteps the modern day Shadowclan walk into when they travel to this once nigh holy space. Cats often bring gifts of flowers or trinkets, words or performance, to offer to their patron or pantheon when they feel the need to commune with Starclan. It’s often a private thing, praying, though families typically share their preference in who to revere before Starclan as a whole.
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“In line with my last comment about memories, any favorites of those on the territory? Memories I mean!”
“I'm afraid this one's a bit trickier, I've got many good and bad ones, but a favorite? Oh dear... Maybe when I gave Chanterellefall his name? Most of my best memories take place with him, or Mimiclull, so it's a constant shifting battle over which is the favorite.” - Oleandersnare
The relationship between mentor and apprentice is one that is viewed as particularly important in both of their lives in Shadowclan, and one that will often last into adulthood once the apprentice graduates. This is in part due to the close-knit culture of the Clan; not only does the mentor impart new skills, but their own experiences. For those who join the Clan young rather than being born into it (which is certainly preferred, as those who join later in life are expected to prove themselves and their new loyalties), their mentors become a touchstone, and many even find themselves falling into a parental role. It's become a trend to cement this bond when an apprentice and mentor are first paired at a kit's graduation ceremony. Together, and typically with little planning, the pair will come up with an alternative to the nose-to-forehead gesture that is unique to them. This new gesture will go with them as they journey through life together, being performed in significant moments such as ceremonies as well as for comfort, if the need arises. Shadowclan's proclivity for theatrics has also lent a paw to this spur of the moment idea which has become ingrained into their culture.
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“I’m sure we both can say that we’re pretty misunderstood as a Clan. Anything you wanna say about ShadowClan’s culture that might not be known otherwise?”
“You've got us wrong. Whatever you think of us— you’re way off, guaranteed. We aren't cunning and sly as foxes who only come out at night. We aren't aggressive carrioneaters. We have law; we have culture. We have cats who patrol day and night, a sense of morality, festivities and drama brought on by our campminders. Most importantly, we're as tough as ever and work as one to get things done; we're like a family.” - Chanterellefall
Like a family is quite the apt description. ShadowClan, while frequently misconstrued as deceptive cats who prowl at night and nip the tails of passerby cats, are actually quite the vibrant band. From singing and dancing to plays and art, any form of creativity you can imagine is celebrated and appreciated. During the brightest hours of day and the darkest hours of night, the territory is silent, punctuated only by hushed murmurs and the soft snores of sleeping cats. Within ShadowClan, the song of nature takes the form of a lullaby. When the sun rises and falls, only then does the Clan come alive, every mealtime a festivity to remember. Each member is one part of the whole, loved like blood no matter the cat, with strength enough to move mountains.
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“Alrighty, here’s a question that might be more interesting. Everybody’s got different views, but I’m looking for your views on the council. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!”
“Ahh, how forward of you - oh, it was only a joke. I've seen my team through times so dark that it seemed dawn would never come, and we've come out unscathed from it with a deeper understanding of one another, I believe, and of what it means to serve our Clan. In fact, most of us have continued on a tradition that goes back a few generations, of taking on the naming style of the Forgotten after Noctule's Wing's joining which has continued since he stepped down. Our Leader and Deputy? Ah, Russetstar and Warblercall, they've a passion for keeping Shadowclan safe and their heads held high. I can assure you of that.” - Vivid Skies
The council of ShadowClan wake during dawn and dusk, contrary to your standard Dayguard and Nighthunter. They oversee the Clan during its busiest times, taking on many the responsibility. ShadowClan healers are tasked with the health and safety of their clanmates, taking good care of the sick and injured. Rest assured, in the paws of even the apprentices, you will be tended to diligently. While there has been much hardship in recent moons, the protection of the council has kept the whole of ShadowClan safe. Warblercall, though strict and proud with a traditional view of the code, is a powerful and reliable figure among the ShadowClan higher ups, having recently brought forth a new rank, dubbed Gloamwatchers. Similarly traditional, Russetstar has proven her dedication through moons of leadership. Together, the council works like a well oiled machine, regardless of whatever trials and tribulations the Clan has faced— and will continue to do so through whatever is to come.
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CAMP LAOCH
Deep in the Scottish Highlands, there is a camp shrouded in mystery, myth, and folklore, it's halls open only to those who hear its call. It is the mystic call of a safe haven for the children of Norse and Celtics deities.
Here, demigods learn how to harness the powers of their lineage, train to protect themselves in the outside world and connect to their roots. Unlike it's sister camps, the Norse and Celtic deities have always drawn their power from the land itself, rich in myth and tradition. The Scottish Highlands have been its home for a millennia, awaiting each new generation of demigods to arrive.
This is a 18+ server inspired by the Percy Jackson series but you don't need to be caught up on it to join, if you're ready to fight monsters and discover new abilities then you’ll fit right in!
Our community is pleased to offer:
- Semi-literate to Literate roleplay (minimum one paragraph)
- A place to create interesting OCs within the Percy Jackson Universe.
- A welcoming community to talk about all things Percy Jackson.
- LGBTQ+ friendly community
Welcome to Camp Laoch!
Discord Link
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So lately i've been curious on ways i can connect more with Lady Lilith in worship & involving her into my everyday life. I see that you're a Lilithian, so i'm just curious on how you do these things!
here are some tips and offerings you can give to her , but first a tw : slight mentions of abuse , kidnapping , child murder , food , wine , sex , and religious trauma . btw , the underlined part is a link !
1. you can start by reading about Lilith in judaism , although her origins go back to ancient Mesopotamia . deities and other guardians love when we read about their myths as long as we understand that they are not their myths ( like in Greek mythology ) since the myths were written by humans who mostly feared the deities . however , you can always choose to believe anything from the myths . personally , i believe that there is some truth in every myth , and i believe Lilith was not allowed to be in the Garden of Eden after she refused to submit to Adam because she wanted to be equal to him
2. unlearn the bad things you might have been taught about Lilith . she is thought to be evil and many people think that she likes to kidnap and murder babies , but that is not the case , in fact , she is very motherly and she can help women who are in abusive relationships . i can confirm this for you , as she made sure my angel babies are safe and she is keeping abusive people away from my life for as long as possible
3. offerings : chocolate or dark chocolate ( you can eat it in her honor , i promise it’s not disrespectful ) , choosing yourself and stepping into your power , roses , the colors red and black , dark crystals ( such as obsidian , red jasper and / or ruby ) , apples , snake imagery , cinnamon , wine ( especially red dark wine but if you are not fond of that , you don’t have to give her a wine offering ) , figures of her for your altar ( if you cannot afford an altar , that’s okay , just remember that you are a living altar ) , self care / self love , sex magic ( same as the wine situation , if you are not comfortable with sex magic you obviously do not have to do that ) , shadow work , which is looking at the parts of yourself ( mind , emotions , behavior , etc ) that you avoid the most / are most ashamed of . while doing shadow work , you give those parts of you a space to speak . it’s going to be painful sometimes because you will be noting down the parts of yourself that you tend to hide from the others , but remember Lilith will not force you to do shadow work if you don’t want to or if you need to stop it . you can vent and / or rant to her instead . also , a couple of personal offerings i gave to her are on my discord bio i added the black moon Lilith sign ( ⚸ ) , which i think is more connected to astrology but she still appreciates it , the another offering is my pfp on my main tiktok being a painting of her by Dante Gabriel Rossetti :
4. Lilith is understanding , and she will give you space if you need time from your practice due to mental health reasons . if you struggle with religious trauma , she will reassure you that you don’t need to ask for her forgiveness . even if you don’t feel her presence , even if you don’t see her , she will be there for you . you can ask her for signs , and she will eventually deliver them ; for me , she makes sure to land readings with messages from her through tiktok on my fyp . the way she sends signs might be different for you , but she is not subtle when she wants to give you a message . she will also be honest and she will tell you the truth . you can talk to her about everyday things in your life to connect with her , and if you need , you can ask her for reassuring cuddles
i hope these helped ! ♥︎
#sumerian goddess#mesopotamian goddess#demonolatry#jewish mythology#mother of demons#mother lilith#daughter of lilith#lilithian#deity work#deity worship#chaos witch#okay to reblog#bluebellcloud
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Bait
Masterpost | Read on Ao3
Priya runs afoul of some Hunters.
Contains: Dhampir whumpee, kidnapping, mentioned drugging, restraint, used as bait, beating, broken bones, some gore and violence, blood drinking, parental whumper, minor character death
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Priya awoke to the sound of unfamiliar voices.
She didn’t shift or groan as she returned to consciousness; she knew better than that. She remained just as still as she had been before as she slowly regained her bearings. Her body was upright, her neck lolling, and her hands were restrained behind her back. There was a lingering taste in her mouth— she had been drugged. A faint breeze told her she was outside, though she didn’t feel the sun’s warmth— nighttime, probably, especially given the crackling of a nearby fire. And there were voices around her— three, by the sounds of it— seemingly arguing about what to do with her.
“—just kill her now, while we have the chance.”
“There’s no need to be so hasty. She’s only a dhampir. And that means she’s got a Sire backing her up.”
With luck, their attention wouldn’t be on her. The bindings holding her were tight, but not too tight, and from what she could tell they were only rope. If she could just move her wrists the right way, she might be able to slip them…
“What, are you worried about drawing her Sire’s attention? I’m sure we could handle it.”
“Exactly.”
“What do you—”
The first voice cut them off. “You want to use her as bait? Draw her Sire out?”
That would be bad. Matthias couldn’t find out she had allowed herself to be captured like this. She started moving with a bit more urgency, but she couldn’t seem to make any headway. Everything Matthias had forced her to learn, and she couldn’t put it to use when she actually needed it.
“It’s a solid plan, no? Kill two bats with one stone, as it were?”
“I thought vampires turning into bats was a myth—”
Again they were cut off; Priya was sensing some discord among this group of apparent Hunters. If she couldn’t get free (and it was starting to look like maybe she couldn’t) then maybe she could use that to her advantage. “I’ve even heard a rumor that a Sire can sense if one of their dhampirs is in trouble. Something about the magic that connects them. She would be excellent bait if we wanted to set up a trap.” There was a faint crunch of footsteps against dirt, and she felt a presence loom over her, making her go still again. “Even better if we raise the stakes a little.”
A beleaguered sigh. “Would you stop—”
Before anything else could be said, a sharp blow landed right between Priya’s ribs. She couldn’t suppress the sound of surprised alarm she made, or stop herself from doubling over slightly from the pain.
“Oh look. She’s awake.” Priya finally opened her eyes and looked up; the Hunter was giving her a wicked grin. They had a young face, relatively free of scars, but what they lacked in signs of experience they more than made up for in visible malice. “Perfect. That’ll make things easier.”
Even if she had wanted to visibly react, she wouldn’t have had the chance before the Hunter struck her across the face, sending her to the ground. With her arms behind her back, she wasn’t able to catch herself, and she grunted from the rough impact. The blow stung, and she was certain her cheek would bruise later. The punch was followed by a swift kick to her stomach, making her sputter and curl in on herself. It hurt, but it was nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. She would be fine. She had to be.
One of the other Hunters fell in beside the one standing over her. The staff they were carrying gave off a dangerous, silver glint in the firelight. “We should make sure she can’t get away. Just in case.”
“Excellent idea.” A boot landed on her shoulder, pressing her into the dirt and keeping her pinned. She grit her teeth, but didn’t give them the satisfaction of letting them see her afraid. “By all means.”
The Hunter swung the staff in an overhead arc, bringing it down directly on Priya’s ankle. The joint buckled with a sickening crack, and she cried out as pain exploded at the point of impact. She had to close her eyes for a moment to adjust to the fire that had taken up residence in her leg. At least the silver didn’t burn her like it would a true vampire, but the broken bone was pain enough. Worse, it was going to make it that much harder to escape.
“There.” Even through the pain, Priya’s senses were keen, and she knew to keep them trained on the enemy. She heard the glee in their voice, and opened her eyes to see them raise their staff back over their shoulder. “She won’t be getting far on that leg now.”
“Good work. “You think that’s enough to get her Sire over here?”
A grin spread out across the Hunter’s face. “I think she needs a bit more.”
The one pinning her put even more pressure on her shoulder, matching their companion’s grin. “I think you’re right.”
The staff landed right across her ribs. A kick impacted in her side. She was lifted by the hair so her head could be slammed into the ground. The blows kept coming, and Priya was helpless to stop them, no matter how much she tugged at the restraints holding her.
The third Hunter never joined in. They were watching their surroundings keenly; they were likely just keeping watch, though there was a chance they just didn’t have the stomach for the brutality their companions were inflicting.
Matthias had taught her how to weather interrogations. But these people just wanted to hurt her for the sake of hurting her. It was a little chilling, knowing that the only way they would stop was if Matthias came for her, something she couldn’t decide if she wanted or not. What was worse, having to weather their blows and wait for an opening that might not come, or the anticipation of her Sire’s inevitable anger and disappointment?
At the very least, Priya knew how to set her jaw and endure. Matthias had been very effective at instilling that crucial skill into her.
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Priya awoke to the sound of screaming.
The din was accompanied by the scent of blood, a siren song that immediately got her attention and had her eyes fluttering open, despite the ache in every part of her body. It took a moment for her vision to focus, and what she saw had both her heart soaring and dread pooling in her gut.
One of the Hunters was on the ground, eyes open but unseeing, blood still pouring from their mangled throat. Another was impaled on their own staff, pinned to a nearby tree, their screams turning to gurgles as their death throes set in. And the third was being held aloft by Matthias, his desperate pleas met by cold, stone-faced indifference.
Matthias glanced at her. “Priya. You’re awake.” He threw the Hunter down to the ground in front of her. The Hunter let out a soft cry of pain and landed in a heap. “Drink. The blood will help you heal.”
Priya pushed herself upright as best she could and looked at them. This was the one that had been keeping watch, the one that hadn’t taken part in hurting her, though they had let it happen. Both their arms were broken, as was their nose. She could hear their heartbeat, frantic and enticing. They looked up at her, desperation written across their face. “Please— I’m sorry, please don’t kill me—”
A tiny part of Priya’s soul felt bad. But the thrum of the Hunter’s heart was too strong a call. And she knew better than to disobey her Sire. She crawled forward, arms still bound; they crawled back, equally clumsy with their broken arms. Matthias met them with a boot against their back, stopping their retreat.
Her fangs slid into their throat easily. Their blood tasted all the sweeter with how it was laced with fear and adrenaline. She drank until their pleas petered out and their body went limp.
“Good.” As soon as she heard Matthias speak, Priya let go of the Hunter, letting their corpse fall back to the ground. He knelt down, and within a few moments her hands were free. “Are you feeling better?”
She paused to take stock of her injuries. The blood definitely helped; most of the pain in her body had faded to a dull ache. She was sure she would have bruises later, but she could deal with those. The problem was her ankle, which didn’t hurt as much, but was definitely still broken.
“I am. My ankle isn’t fully healed, but I might still be able to walk on it.” Matthias liked honesty, but he liked her to show that she was willing to push herself to please him even more.
“No need,” Matthias said. He held out his hand; she took it, and he helped her to her feet. When she tried putting weight on her ankle, pain blossomed up and down her leg, and she lifted it back up, though she didn’t show her pain on her face or make a sound. “I thought so. Let me help you walk home. You can take it easy until it heals.”
It was generous. Almost too generous. But she wasn’t going to question it and risk him changing his mind, or punishing her for expressing doubt. “Thank you, Father.”
His only response was a hum of acknowledgement before he started walking, an arm braced around hers to keep her stable.
After they left the camp and the smell of blood behind, Priya tentatively spoke up again, voice quiet. “…I thought you would leave me to handle this by myself.”
“I’m sure you could have,” Matthias said impassively. “But what kind of father would I be if I didn’t help my daughter when she needed me?”
Loathing and love spread through her in equal measure. She wished she could say which one was stronger. “Of course.”
Matthias gave her the barest hint of a smile. It meant the world to her, because she still had his approval.
The rest of the long trek home was silent. Priya preferred it that way.
#blood of the coven#silly writes#whump#whump writing#priya tiwari oc#matthias karsi oc#vampires#beating#bruises#broken bones#drugging#kidnapping#restraint#used as bait#blood#bad things happen bingo#bthb
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what is the tumble town gothic au? i am interested 👀
aha! tumble town gothic is a wip that i have had since...august of last year. i've only written 4k of it and have completely and utterly been able to come up with a workable plot instead of just some loose ideas strung together. however, last week i sort of had some new ideas for it so it might be back in the running? as a workable plot?
calling it "tumble town gothic" (which might as well be the real title at this point lsdjfslkfj) is in reference to all those tumblr posts that would be like [location] gothic and have somewhat unsettling things listed. i once described this au to a friend in discord and was told it sounded a bit like nightvale. while writing it, i felt like it reminded me of the episode Midnight in doctor who (and fanfic i read once in another fandom.)
strange things happen in tumble town. there is a creature living there, who has lived there since the very mountains were raised up. tumble town knows it is real--other than that, only pixl knows of it and only within ancient myths, not real life. we never get a good description of what it is because that in itself would be revealing it, and my friend this is an entire fic about not revealing yourself. the creature keeps the town safe. most who enter the valleys and canyons of the mesa do not make it back. those who attempt to heist the town's bank do not make it back. tumble town never receives invaders, because those people do not make it back.
the mesa was here before you, and it will be after you. the creature was here before you, and it will be after you. respect is absolutely key in tumble town--the survival of the town is predicated on it. they respect the land, they respect the creature, they respect each other. respect is also a very real matter of life or death to jimmy, because the continued existence of tumble town depends on it. the creature does not intentionally protect tumble town--tumble town simply exists because it has crafted its entire way of life around keeping the Things in the desert pleased. if the town were to stop respecting the creature, they'd also be killed.
you should never show your true face--you won't be killed if it thinks you aren't human :)
#quara asks#tumble town gothic#in which i pull an empires season 1 and give jimmy a mask he wears all the time#a lot of the toy thing is a result of jimmy and the rest of tumble town specifically wearing masks and things#to make them look different or not alive or whatever#so some people DO have masks that resemble painted dolls :]#jimmy: the creature is fine if we all show respect!#also jimmy: nearly gets killed in the first chapter because he wasnt wearing a mask when there was light present
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Prompt: Precarious
From the Land of Myth Discord Server: One Word Writing Prompt Game
Word prompt provided by The New York Times Word of the Day
“Gaius!” Merlin screamed.
Gaius’s heart lodged in his throat. The vial he’d been holding dropped from suddenly nerveless fingers, shattering at his feet. Merlin’s voice had been muffled by the closed door, but Gaius could hear him moving about his room. He’d sounded frantic, desperate.
Panicked.
And anything dangerous enough to panic a sorcerer of Merlin’s abilities would have no trouble with Gaius.
His pulse pounding in his ears, Gaius moved as quickly as his aching bones allowed him, fairly running up the steps to Merlin’s room and throwing open the door. He’d expected—well, he’d been trying not to picture what kind of horror was taking place within, but the scene which greeted him was nothing he could have imagined.
Merlin stood on his bed, reaching futilely for the top of his wardrobe, atop which perched a tiny white dragon. She had grown in the time since Merlin had brought her home (against Gaius’s wishes) and was now the size of a small cat. She looked cat-like now, sitting at the edge of the wardrobe with her tail wrapped around her feet, gazing down at her half-hysterical handler from wide, disinterested eyes.
“Gaius!” Merlin gasped, spinning to face him. “Please, you have to help!”
“What…?” It was all Gaius could manage, frowning at the scene and searching for the source of Merlin’s agitation. “What is the matter?”
Merlin twisted the edge of his tunic in his hands, wringing the fabric between long, scorched fingers. “I can’t get her down!” he said, despair sharpening his voice. “She’s still just a baby, Gaius. She’ll fall!”
Gaius frowned at the dragon. Her position looked anything but precarious. “How did she get up?”
“She climbed, I think. Or jumped. She’s getting good at that, but she’s still a little clumsy, and if she falls, she’ll hit the end of the bed or the table or—”
“Merlin,” Gaius said, willing his voice to stay calm. “She is a dragon. She can fly.”
At that moment, Aithusa apparently decided she’d had enough of whatever game she’d been playing. She stood and arched her spine, lifting her wings high as if proving Gaius’s point. With a flick of her tail, she leaped off the wardrobe and soared gracefully downward, where Merlin stood ready to catch her.
“Oh!” he cried, pulling the creature against his chest and easily dodging the playful, snapping bites she aimed at his chin. “Gaius, you did it!”
Gaius raised an eyebrow and frowned. “But I didn’t—”
“I knew you’d know what to do,” Merlin said, beaming. He stroked Aithusa’s snout until she let out a contented chirp and settled on the bed. “Thank you!”
The tension went out of him as he listened to Merlin alternate between admonishing the baby dragon for her reckless behavior and praising her for her beauty and skill. He let out a sigh and backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
“I told you Gaius would save the day,” Merlin said quietly, still completely absorbed in his dragon. “You can always rely on Gaius.”
With warmth replacing the fear that had coursed through him only moments before, Gaius took up his broom to clean up the remains of yet another broken vial.
#merlin#bbc merlin#gaius#land of myth discord#one word writing prompt#word prompt game#fanfic#ficlet#mini fic#fluff#aithusa
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Cat!Merlin
The other day, I drew Merlin as a cat. It was a very quick little doodle for a game in the Land of Myth discord server.
Then Milky_Etoile posted their lovely fic about a cat who looks exactly like this one. So I’ve shared it here, with encouragement to go read her wonderful story about a black cat with a red necktie, and a magical quill ☺️
Read Catligraphy on AO3
General Audiences | No Archive Warnings | Gen
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note ; yes, this is ela (dearhee)'s collab, but she asked me to take over as she deactivated her account. the entries to join have already been closed for this collab, so this is just meant to be used as a masterpost and also as reference for the members.
“THE DEEP END” is an 0t7!enha fic collaboration centered in the theme of tragic love stories. Any other sub-genre (humor, angst, e2l, etc) is welcome, as long as your fic fits the main collab’s theme^^
You can draw your inspiration from mythology (ex. the myth of the cowherd and the weaver girl), from a movie (ex. titanic, la la land), or even from a book (ex. Romeo and Juliet). As long as it’s a tragic love story, it’s welcomed!
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story update time! most of this is from yesterday when i was calling a friend on discord lmao. i got to celestic town and after talking to all the npcs i advanced the story
man cyrus really thinks in black and white huh. like there's either full balance with no change, or he has to rewrite the entire world in his ideal image or whatever. can very much see why his, essentially, cult recruitment works so well. it's bold and sounds noble and cuts out nuanced thought lol
at first i was slightly taken aback by the implication that change = bad at all, but after coming back to these screencaps i am pretty sure she means fundamental change with how the human spirit etc works, in reference to cyrus wanting to literally rewrite the universe and the mural of the lake trio behind everyone here
and of course his threat in this situation is the destruction of an ancient illustration of the deities he seeks to control and destroy. not only is that symbolic for obvious reasons but this is an adult man with supposedly more power than you (a child) and the elderly person next to you who is able to fuck up a cave wall with his pokemon or whatever. he's trying to intimidate you. i won of course btw lol
further confirming my thoughts earlier, cynthia's grandma goes on to say that sinnoh is filed with the memories and thoughts of countless people and pokemon... why would anyone want to change those memories or thoughts? the world IS wonderful actually. the indomitable human spirit etc. and pokemon spirit SSFDKSDFKS
anyways ty for the surf HM SDFKSFDKSFD i somehow forgot to take a picture of it but she mentions that the HM belonged to cynthia, but she doesn't use it anymore. i'm assuming this means cynthia either has all her surf users, has spare surf HMs, or literally just flies everywhere. regardless i just think that's cool. my surf HM is the one cynthia used once a long while back. Neat!
oh and last time i posted about story i made a joke about how nonchalant everyone is about terrorism but i forgot this dialogue happens after the encounter with cyrus in the cave LMAO i really wasn't wrong, that was intentional! cynthia says straight out that she thought they were harmless. everyone is treating galactic like delinquent teenagers spouting nonsense who aren't actual threats. especially after the bomb that went off in the great marsh caused little to no damage, i guess. sinnoh isn't routinely experiencing great threats of violence or threats of destabilizing the region.
after our conversation cynthia recommends me to go to canalave city to check out the library and whatnot, which i can now do because i have surf, but first here's the dialogue when interacting with the dialga and palkia murals. i just think it's neat
i did indeed visit the library and since it's been a while since i paid attention in here i actually re-read all the sinnoh myth books. i'm not going to show them as screenshots here since there's way too much text and i don't have interesting things to say about all of it, but all of their text is written out word-for-word here on Bulbapedia if you've never read them before and want to check them out
i do have a FEW stray thoughts though...
in "Sinnoh's Myth" about the lake trio it says:
Bearing with them the power to make vast lands, they rise again.
as far as i know this is the only time that the trio are referenced to have the power to "make vast lands" which feels kind of out of place. like these are the beings of knowledge, emotion, and willpower, not land sea and sky like the hoenn trio or something LOL this really just feels like a throwaway line without much meaning? perhaps you could interpret as them giving people the power to create land but that's a stretch. it is probably not that deep and just awkward writing tbh
in "Veilstone's Myth" it says:
Asked he, "Why do you hide?" To which the Pokémon replied...
"If you bear your sword to bring harm upon us, with claws and fangs, we will exact a toll."
"From your kind we will take our toll, for it must be done."
"Done it must be to guard ourselves and for it, I apologize."
there is the interpretation that this is about Giratina since veilstone is the closest city to Turnback Cave where you can find giratina, and at the end of the myth it says "Seeing this, the Pokémon disappeared to a place beyond seeing..." which could be a reference to the distortion world. however, i think there's also a counter-argument to be had here since giratina is considered forgotten by sinnoh as a whole and later in the game cynthia remarks on how it is missing in the myths - she spends a good chunk of the game researching this in the background. so it'd be kinda weird if there was just something directly written about dialogue from giratina in the library.
HOWEVER that being said i think it's definitely still Possible and if it is true that this is about giratina, it puts giratina in a more sympathetic light. i jokingly call giratina Pokemon Satan a lot (in reference to him being the "evil" one as opposed to arceus, not an actual deep reference to christianity or the actual story of satan) but this frames giratina's actions as well intentioned or in self defense, which makes him a lot more interesting as a deity imo. personally i'm not sure whether i believe this is about giratina or not
lastly, while this is well known i still wanna talk about it, in "A Horrific Myth" it says:
Look not into the Pokémon's eyes.
In but an instant, you'll have no recollection of who you are.
Return home, but how? When there is nothing to remember?
Dare not touch the Pokémon's body.
In but three short days, all emotions will drain away.
Above all, above all, harm not the Pokémon.
In a scant five days, the offender will grow immobile in entirety.
this is pretty directly referencing uxie (knowledge), mesprit (emotion), and azelf (willpower) in that order. portraying the lake trio as dangerous and powerful entities that can literally wipe your memories or take away your emotions is interesting juxtaposition to them supposedly being the ones that blessed humans with the ability to feel joy, have memories, and do things... and not only that, they don't seem to want to use that dangerous power either, but it seems to be out of their control - uxie has its eyes always closed (so you can't look into its eyes), mesprit flees from you (that's why it's a roamer) and azelf is able to enter someone else's body (to avoid harm). they're probably so damn secluded in these lake caves so that they don't hurt anyone. they're good natured gods i suppose
sinnoh mythology is very cool and why i love this region so much but anyway i'm going to make a Gameplay Update post as well in a bit SDFKSF
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💚 HoS Members’ Recs: Myths & Fairy Tales Retellings ❤️
In a mood for true love kiss? Want to read about a curse? Or a retelling of a famous Greek myth? Check out the following Snarry fics recced by the members of House of Snarry Discord server.
The Detective's Ballet - pluperfectsunrise
Rated E, Word Count 18.1k
Harry Potter’s two best friends have been kidnapped by a man called the Snow King. He sets out on a dangerous quest to get them back.
Meanwhile, another Harry Potter goes to the ballet in search of Severus Snape.
a forest, dark and deep - bleedcolor
Rated M, Word Count 18.8k
Once, many years ago (for that is when all great stories begin, many years ago; we never consider we might be in the midst of our own great story) there lived a boy. But wait, you might say, there is nothing special about a boy living, many people do and never amount to much of anything. You would be right, but you would also be wrong, because this story is not about a boy who lived, but The Boy Who Lived, and that is all the difference.
head full of doubt - bleedcolor
Rated T, Word Count 11k
Severus spends his days methodically searching empty rooms, from the shadowy winding halls of the dungeon to the top of each spindly tower, and finds nothing more than the languishing splendor of places once well-loved, now abandoned to the vagaries of time and neglect.
Red as Blood - Likelightinglass
Rated M, Word Count 9.9k
Once upon a time there was a strange and magical land. One filled with ordinary villages and ordinary people, a dark and forbidding Forest, and a castle shrouded in mist. In the castle lived an Evil King, whose court of Death Eaters did his evil bidding. And there was a curse. There was a curse, and a magic mirror, and a boy as white as snow.
But first, there was a Huntsman.
Requiem At Dusk - Femme (femmequixotic)
Rated E, Word Count 48.9k
Harry would do anything for his son, even follow in Orpheus's footsteps.
Discord || Recs Lists
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