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Yandere Tighnari 🌺🦋

Title: A Little Chocolate Test

Character(s): Tighnari (Genshin Impact) Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, Fem!reader, dubious consent, dubious/non con use of aphrodisiacs, yandere themes, yan Tighnari, 1k words

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

You didn't remember clearly how you got here. There was a heat in your stomach as you looked lovingly at the man in front of you. You had always had a crush on this person for a long time. His cool hand gently held your face as you leaned towards him, in a daze. If he did not hold you in his arms, you feared you would have already slumped to the dirt floor, lacking energy to move, unable to make clear, solid thoughts.

"One more." Something touched your mouth. A familiar smell of chocolate, somewhat melted, left marks on the gloves of the man that you liked while also leaving some on your lips. "Come on, open up your mouth. You can do it."

It was difficult to do, yet you followed, weak to his words. Your face was already hot, not from the humidity, but because of the boiling that you felt within you, worsened under his stare as he looked down at you. His eyes looked at you like you were something to be studied, examining you made you feel like you were naked under him. You felt exposed, embarrassment seeping into your veins, wanting no more than to hide.

"Hmmm, so this is what happens when you eat those chocolates. I must say you are quite knowledgeable with your work. Where did you find out that this plant had aphrodisiac properties?" He asked you, mumbling half of the time. You groaned, head unable to concentrate on his words, yet your body was still so sensitive to his voice.

"Hmmm, I guess it would be hard to get an answer right now," Tighnari mumbled to himself, moving your hair away from your face. Both of you were on a fallen tree in the middle of the forest. In the middle of nowhere, you barely remembered that Tighnari had sent the other forest rangers away, but you could not remember the reason.

You didn't know when they would come back, as your attention was still on him. He was the one you had a crush on for the longest time. You were once both students in the same Darshan Amurta. You always had an interest in biology, unique plants, and fungus, and you wanted to learn and know more when you saw him.

For the longest time, it had always been an innocent crush. It was difficult to get closer to him when everyone always crowded around him, wanting to get his opinion on something or learn a little more. Even if you had a chance, your tongue was tied, and it was difficult to hold a conversation with him long enough for something to happen.

When he graduated, you could only watch from afar, smiling with a little sadness in your heart as he left. You thought that was the end, as you watched him leave from afar, thinking it was the last time you would ever have the chance to grow closer to him.

Your mind was too muddled to continue thinking, and you were too drugged to remember anything as he helped you push the next chocolate into your mouth, muttering to himself that he was curious about something. How did you end up in his arms? How did this happen?

"You know, I wasn't surprised when I smelled the chocolates on you when you arrived. I heard that you had been curious about the concept of chocolate being a natural aphrodisiac." You were having a difficult time breathing, feverish, yet just for a moment, you were lucid enough to realize that you were leaning on your crush's arms. When did he move you closer to him?

"Ah- No, no. Don't do that. You are too dazed right now; you will fall and hurt yourself." Tighnari huffed a sigh as he brought you closer to him while pushing another small bit of chocolate past your lips when you somehow finished the last one. You groaned again, moaning in suffering of this craving of lust. The light touches of Tighnari sent chills down your spine, yet at the same time, a torment for you who wanted more, yet as drool fell from your lips, unable to coherently make words except grunts, too dazed to form sentences.

"You have always been a romantic, even when we went to the academy. I sometimes caught you daydreaming and in a daze. It was quite cute, to be honest with you." None of his words were registering in your mind; you were too limp in his arms. "I was always curious as to what you were thinking; imagine my surprise when I heard you guys talking about me." He chuckled as if reminded by something, probably something that was supposed to be meant for only you and your friend. "It was disappointing to leave the academy, I must say, when I know that you were still there. But what to do, I was needed somewhere else... I guess you would not hear me now."

You moaned in complaint when he tried to move you again, unable to move as much as you tried to run away from his hands that you thought were trying to pull you away from him. His laughter as he told you that it was okay, his tail moving to curl around you. "Hmmm, you are quite cute like this too." His voice so close made you flustered, yet instead of recognizing your pain and lust, he laughed his hand stroking your back making it even more unbearable for you.

He was teasing you.

"I was curious as to how much you have done with your research on this chocolate. Seems like it is still a work in progress… but I actually quite prefer this outcome." You didn't realize your hand was held by him, fingers interlocked with each other, yours too weak to move anymore as he brought your hand near his lips. You didn't see the chocolate mark near his lips as he kissed the back of your hand. "Don't worry, I will take care of you."

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all-alone-he-turns-to-stone · 2 years

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High Enough

Billy Butcher Masterlist

Summary: When Billy Butcher receives a flower, he doesn’t really understand why or what to do with it. Something seems off with the plant, but when Butcher understands, it’s too late. And there’s only one person he can call for help.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Dubcon due to the sex pollen (even if everyone is okay with it, I'm still puting the warning), smut, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, attempted murder, swearing, mention of past violent trauma, toxic plant, being high on a flower

Word Count: 2840

Square: sex pollen for @anyfandomdarkbingo

A/n: This fic was requested by @strife4life that requested Billy Butcher with the square sex pollen! Hope you like it!

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It was only a flower, for fuck sake.

Since when does people need to be warry of a fucking flower?

Of course, when that lovely lady gave him the flower, at first Butcher had been confused. Then, he tried to refuse the present, but the person was gone. What could the flower do? It was a sweet gesture, and no one ever gave him a flower before. It was pretty, delicate, and it smelled so good.

As Butcher walked back to the Boys’ headquarters, he brought the flower closer to his nose and smelled it tentatively.

It smelled like...

At first, the flower reminded him of Becca. When they were together, she kept talking about the garden she wanted where she would grow vegetables. Mostly to force him to eat them because only eating junk food and meat was bad somehow.

“Why not flowers, heh?” He had said then, trying to make her forget about the veggies’ diet. The smile that then stretched her lips meant two things. She knew he was trying to change the subject on purpose to avoid any green food. And growing flowers was already in her plans.

The flower reminded him of her, at first. But when he smelled it, it didn’t remind him of Becca.

It reminded him of Y/n.

Y/n that joined the Boys because of Frenchie. In one of his missions with Kimiko, they found her. Kneeling in the blood of the one that just got killed by the fucking supes, holding in her arms what was left of her husband. At first, Frenchie and Kimiko didn’t want to bring her to Butcher, telling her some shit about that life being even bloodier. That her anger would only turn her into a monster if she kept feeding it with the need of revenge. But she didn’t listen to them and joined the Boys.

Y/n was everything but Becca. So much anger and rage was boiling in her veins, her desire for revenge and payback probably as strong as Butcher. And it shouldn’t turn him on, to see someone filled with the anger caused by the loss of people she cared about. But there was something in that rage that felt just so… Familiar. Like someone finally understood all the mess he was feeling. Of course, the rest of the Boys also had their own tragic backstory and anger on their own.

But her… She was… She was just… Y/n.

The flower smelled just like her, and it should have ring a bell. Red flag. Alarm should have gone out in his head. But it smelled good, like she was standing right in front of him, and he felt at peace, so Butcher kept on smelling the flower until he was inside the headquarters. Even inside, he kept the flower in his hand. Even when he sat down on the couch, he continued scenting it, and the more he did, the closer he seemed to get to her.

The closer he seemed… To… His head was spinning, or maybe it was the surroundings. Not like Butcher was looking anywhere else than the flower, his gaze was focused on the plant. That, or he closed his eyes and pictured her, sitting on his lap, grinding his crotch and getting off on just that…

Butcher snapped his eyes open in a second of lucidity.

Something was wrong.

Detaching his eyes from the flower was so hard, like his eyes would pop out of his skull if he even tried, but he managed to look around. The place… was so blurry, like he was underwater. And when Butcher tried to stop breathing in the scent of the flower, he found himself unable to.

Glancing down, he avoided the sight of the plant to look at himself. Nausea filled his senses when he saw the ground move, just like he was on a boat and the ocean was filled with big waves moving him all around. He felt sick. Sick if he stopped looking at the flower. Sick just thinking about not breathing it.

Sick if he didn’t do something about the fucking boner he now had.

“What the fuck,” Butcher managed to say, slapping himself hard on the cheek. It seemed to help, so he did it again, and again, until he was awake enough to take his phone and dial her number.

“What do you want?”

Hearing her voice was the same as heroin. His body was possessed with a surge of energy, of high, and he groaned. Butcher just couldn’t help it, he felt so… So high… High with that fucking flower… Flower he was still holding and smelling like a fucking drug addict…

“Need… Help…”

It was the only thing he could say before the phone dropped to the floor.

“Butcher? Hey, Butcher! It’s better not be a fucking prank, or I swear to god-”

The moment you received the call, you knew something was wrong.

When Butcher stopped talking, stopped answering his calls, flashbacks of what happened to your husband came back like a punch in your guts. Red filled your sight, his blood painting the walls. The blood you were scared to see when you would find Butcher.

After tracking his phone, you found where Butcher was, so you left everything behind and rushed to him.

“Butcher?” You called again, walking in the huge place, trying to find the bearded man.

“Ugh…”

A groan alerted you, and immediately, you had your gun drawn out and were walking towards the noise. Another groan followed the first and then you finally found Butcher.

“The fuck happened?!” You rushed to the man laying on the floor, still making sure there was no one else in here. Perhaps some supes found the place and tried to kill him? “Butcher!” You put your hand on his shoulder to turn him towards you, but the moment you touched him, the world took a turn and you were on your back, pinned by a heavy, burning mass. “The fuck!” You yelled, tried to push him away, hell, fire your gun on him if you still had it in your hand, but you dropped it when he pinned you on the floor. “Fuck off!”

“Y/n…” Butcher sighed, and you stopped struggling. That wasn’t him. It couldn’t be him. He would never… “Help… Please… Flower…”

Butcher wasn’t making a fucking sense and you tried once again to push him away. Maybe it was a supe with the shapeshifting ability that took his place and now wanted to kill you. He would strangle you to death, or take his gun and put a bullet in your head and then-

Hands didn’t touch your throat, but something else did. As his beard brushed against the sensitive skin of your throat, you froze, feeling his nose and then breath on you. Harsh, hard and fast. Butcher was breathing so hard, it was like oxygen couldn’t enter his lungs properly.

If this was the shapeshifter technique to kill you, it was weird as shit.

“Let me go!” You struggled again, and by trying to avoid more touch of his body, you turned your head to the side. That was when you saw it.

Motionless on the floor, it had white petals and a very bright yellow center. And you just knew if you were an inch closer to the plant, its pollen would drive you crazy with the smell of someone you desired more than anything, slowly killing you unless you bang them. And the only reason you knew all that was because you worked on those. You basically created that shit.

Back when you were working for the enemy. Before the incident that had your husband killed, before you decided fuck Vought and that you would destroy that company and burn it to the ground.

“Please… Y/n…” Butcher sighed your name and snuggled his head into the crook of your neck to take a deep breath. Immediately, a shiver ran through his body and he moaned softly.

“Butcher,” you swallowed, knowing very well what would happen if he didn’t immediately get what he needed. And somehow, the person he desired was you. Luckily it wasn’t someone that was dead, then he would be fucked up. “It’s the flower. It has a pollen that boost your sex drive and kills you unless you fuck-”

“Fuck,” he repeated, his body growing heavier on yours. You couldn’t know for sure about his consent, not in the state he was in. At least, you had the confirmation Butcher wanted to bang you for some time now, or else, the flower wouldn’t be that effective.

This was your mess. You had to do something about it. It was to save him. It was to save him from something you created. You had to keep that in mind, he wanted you.

And fuck did you always wanted him too.

“I’m gonna help you, okay?” You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to make him step back, at least to go somewhere more comfortable. But the situation took a whole other turn as Butcher manhandled you to put you on your stomach. Now that he had your consent, he could do whatever he wanted and let go of his inner desires.

At least, it seemed he still had some of his consciousness.

On your stomach, you couldn’t see anything, but oh boy could you feel it.

The material of your jeans being ripped off of your body, like it was nothing as Butcher rushed to remove your pants.

His impatient and needy grunts, his breathing fast and uneven as he destroyed your clothes until he got access to what he needed. What he craved. What would save him.

By the time Butcher freed your cunt, you were also a dripping mess. Glancing at the flower, you made sure it was still far enough from you, one of the two had to keep their head clean until it was done.

The plant was still at the same spot. And you felt remotely in control of your body and mind.

Too focused on the cursed flower, you were surprised to feel something else than a cock on your intimacy. Rough hand pushed your cheeks apart and you gasped, feeling something wet and warm between your folds. Glancing back, you met black eyes filled with lust as Butcher was licking you up completely, moaning at the taste of your juice on his tongue. And fuck, was the sight beautiful, seeing how fast his beard started glistening with your juice and his spit…

As suddenly as he started, Butcher stopped. A simple, pathetic and needy moan slipped out of your mouth and you bit your lip, trying to at least some kind of dignity out of this.

But it was too late. Butcher heard you.

It was so fast, all you could do was fucking moan and try to remember how to breathe.

His length was already inside you completely, filling you up so much it knocked the air out of your lungs. God, you didn’t have the chance to see his cock, but just feeling how good it filled and stretched you… You knew it was big. Big and so hard and burning…

Butcher didn’t wait before he started moving, and you could understand why. You weren’t even affected by the flower and yet you felt the uncontrolable need to be fucked and to cum. Your body wanted his touch, your cunt wanted his cock. You couldn’t even imagine how bad it had to be for him.

“Fuck… Fuck…” You moaned, your nails scratching the floor every time he bottomed out. His pace was merciless, giving you no time to do anything but moan and try to breathe, and it felt so good, him fucking you into the ground, like you were just some cheap whore he would pay 40 bucks to have an hour with…

Just him using you with no other purpose than getting his release, being no one but a hole and a body to own and use.

It felt good. Because as he fucked you hard and fast, you didn’t think about all the things that made you hate yourself. You didn’t think about anything. Your mind was blank, empty, only your body mattered as Butcher fucked your brain stupid.

You lost count of how many times Butcher made you cum.

At first, he fucked you from behind on the floor.

Then, between two orgasms, you managed to climb on the couch, where he doggy style fucked you again.

The more you came, the more he seemed to regain control of his body, because next thing, you were riding him as he was now sitting on the couch and he was slapping your ass, groaning things about how much of a fucking slut you were.

Butcher seemed to have endless stamina. Or it was the flower. In any case, you completely didn’t fucking care. It felt so good, you were in sweats, even if you were now both completely naked. You didn’t even know when the clothes got lost, who removed what, or what got destroyed. All you knew and cared about was his cock buried inside of you, and how good it made you feel.

“Fuck, Y/n, wanted to fill your cunt since the first day…”

It was the first complete sentence he was saying.

“Wanted you to fuck me since the first time I saw you,” you answered, still jumping on his cock. You were slower, your body quickly losing its remaining amount of energy and strength.

“Still got some for a last one, luv?” Butcher groaned, his hand already between your legs, his fingers stroking your bundle of nerves at a quick pace. Breathing was already hard, but now, it stopped completely as your body got seized with overstimulation’s shivers, Butcher easily forcing another orgasm out of you. You cried out as it was almost painful by now, and finally, the roar reached your ears and you felt it.

His cock was so deep inside of you, you felt the ropes of cums shooting inside of your walls and filling your already full channel. Butcher seemed to cum for seconds and seconds, shaking under you, his arms circling your body and holding you impossibly closer.

Both of you were covered in sweat. Both of you were breathing hard. Both of you were exhausted and overstimulated.

You would have fallen asleep right there and then if it wasn’t for his hand roaming every single inch of your body, like finally, he was awake after a long, endless dream. Like he was discovering you, meeting you for the first time.

“What… Happened,” he said after a few attempts to find back his breath, and remorse started creeping all over you. Fuck. You abused him. Clearly. The flower was your fault, you tried to fix your mess, save him, but ultimately, you abused him- “What did I do to deserve you sitting on my cock, luv?”

“Don’t you…” You started, frowning at his comment. The biggest, most satisfied smirk you ever saw on his face was stretching his lips. “Remember?”

“I remember a flower alright,” he tilted his head to the side, his hands now resting on your waist. “Then, everything was… confused, and I felt high, so high, all I could think about was to sink my cock in your cunt,” he gestured to you, still on his cock.

You never felt more embarrassed in your life. Yeah, that was Butcher, straight to the point.

“Okay so,” You tried changing the subject, tell him what really happened. “The pollen in the flower drugged you and well, kinda my fault, it’s something I worked on back then…” You turned your head away, trying to find your inner strong imperturbable self, but it was too late.

“Figured,” Butcher muttered. “That shit is dangerous and strong as fuck…” He glanced at something behind you, and you didn’t need to turn your head to know it was the said flower. “I think someone tried to kill me by giving me this. Good thing you were there eh. Good thing you worked on it, so you knew how to save me.”

“Yeah,” you said, still feeling bad for what happened. Of course you saved him. But ultimately, it was still all your fault. You tried to get off his lap, but hands put you back where you were. That had the effect of a thrust and you couldn’t help but moan, feeling his cock push the cum out of your abused hole as it sank back in. “Fuck…” You closed your eyes, feeling him so deep inside.

“The pollen wore off,” Butcher muttered. “I’m alright. Now, how about we fuck for the good reason, eh? I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum… Again.”

You tried to deny it. But fuck, you were still high from your previous orgasms, and your body reclaimed more.

The flower and the attempted murder could wait.

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dawnbreakersgaze · 2 months

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Lost in Your Echos -Prologue teaser

❥ ┊𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; Dawnbreaker!Zayne × Hunter!Reader

❥ ┊𝐀𝐔; This one is gonna get weird folks. Canon Divergent as fuck, but will use a lot of the canon lore.

❥ ┊𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; NSFW, reader is afab using she/her pronouns, reader's skin/hair/body will not be described (this will be Black reader friendly!!) violence, mentions of torture but no descriptions, beloved character deaths (I'm serious I'm gonna kill 'em), slow burn, obsessive behavior, Dawnbreaker is kind of a creep but he's trying he just doesn't know how, trauma, ptsd, nightmares/night terrors, poorly managed grief and depression, sexual situations (more specific tags for that when we get to those chapters later).

❥ ┊𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; In the far future, Dawnbreaker fights a lone man war against an ever growing hoard of human born wanderer abominations, spawned from an unchecked protocore sickness run rampant. 2 weeks after the death of Georgie, Zayne has an all too vivid dream of the Doctor that abruptly brings an end to his dreams of the Doctor and you.

Several months later, Detective Ivan reaches out to him again, informing him that a woman has come forward requesting help with information about the abominations. Knowing he can't help her, he sends Dawnbreaker her info and suggests Zayne meet up with her. What he finds shatters the delicate reality he has built for himself, but for the first time in his bleak life he can feel the warmth of the sun.

❥ ┊𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; Lost in Your Echos

"It's you.” Truly the last place he expected to see the haunted expression of his own warped visage was in his once quiet office at Akso hospital, but Zayne already knew this was no ordinary meeting. The mid-morning sun shone through the open windows, washing everything in a beautiful golden glow, but there was no warmth to be found here.

How long had it been since he'd sat behind this desk? 6, 7, 8 weeks? Even now there was a force in his mind that wanted to drift to the many patients he'd left in the care of Dr. Greyson, and their varied outcomes, but the man that stood before him like a specter was the only thing left to take care of now. He wore his face, but so discordant were the expression and mannerisms that they made every part of his being feel like he was staring down the executioner.

This was his grim reaper.

He'd experienced his presence a hundred times in his dreams, yet nothing in those half lucid moments compared to this.

“You've come for me then, finally.” He watched the unchanging face of his twisted reflection for any sign of recognition or acceptance. Instead, the apparition finally spoke, his expression as frigid as his tone.

“You called me here.” His voice was quieter than the Doctor's, with the slight rasp of disuse, but otherwise, he thinks they sound too similar for his liking. Zayne watches as the figure cut in black shifts, movements awkward like he takes up space in a room he is not part of. He is a person all too real in a dream or simulation, and it reminds Zayne that his own body is slipping from his grasp.

“I didn't call anyone here. I'm not even sure where ‘here’ is. If you're not the grim reaper then who exactly are you, and where are we?” Zayne doesn't miss the slightest crinkle of the other's eyes at the use of his macabre ‘nickname’, but all the same he doesn't object.

With a small effort he stands, the unease in his gut growing and gnawing as he realizes now they are exactly the same height as well. It didn't bother him before how perfectly stacked all the logs were, or how healthy all the plants looked. How all the pillows on the couch were fully fluffed and every photo on his desk was fingerprint free. However, the longer he stood here in the eerie silence with his doppelganger, the more his surroundings began to feel suffocating and uncanny. He knows his heart should be racing with the discomfort he's experiencing yet it felt alarmingly calm. His fingers itched to call the familiar ice for his own protection only to find the terrifyingly numb sensation of nothingness.

He really was dead. But what about-

“I was dreaming.” The other starts softly, temporarily snapping Zayne from his spiral. “I saw… us in an explosion and we called out for help. I …. reached out.” The caution and cadence in his voice made him sound confused, and Zayne follows his flickering gaze downward as they both look to his trembling hands that now tightly grip the photo that sat on his desk of the two of you in your finest evening wear at his last award ceremony dinner. Your smile, so radiant and warm, was forever seared into his memory. This seemed so long ago now. Had the last few months truly aged you both that much?

Wait, when did he even grab this?

No, that didn't matter. He didn't have time to waste now. If he could reach out to him then maybe-

“Can you reach out to her? Is she still alive?” Zayne no longer cared to police his tone or expression, and the reaction of his double was proof enough as he watched his eyes blow wide for just a second. He could feel the frantic tone cracking in his throat like a fading fire but pushed forward despite the strain, slamming his free hand on the desk between them, alarmed by the lack of pain or feedback from it. “Like you are right now with me? She was with me in the-”

“I saw her, yes.” There is a consuming reverence on his tongue when he speaks of you, and if Zayne had any other option, he'd have gladly taken it over him at this moment. The way his eyes soften and soothe at the mere mention of you is enough to trip more than one warning flag, but he lacks the time you desperately need. He knows he's not the first man to die for you, and while he doesn't understand what this body double even is, he's a wise enough man to know his own heart. His own devotion to you, left unchecked, could border on obsession.

He has no choices left. There is no more time, and his only parting gift to you is hopefully giving you the time necessary to make your plan work. So many had put their faith in you, himself included, and he would be a fool to look this 11th hour gift in the eye and deny its aid.

Xavier, Jeremiah, Caleb, Thomas, Yvonne… so many more names of the lost had faded from his memory and the thought made him sick, the ghost of the taste of bile on the back of his tongue. How many had he forgotten already?

“Do it. Please.” Voice raw, he begged. For you, he begged the grim reaper.

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actual-bill-potts · 9 months

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Wow congratulations on 2k!! Can I be very predictable and request some Maedhros and Maglor – maybe post-Dagor Bragollach? Thank you!

With many many apologies for how late this is, thank u very much and I hope you enjoy beloved <3

Maglor was lying on his front.

His back had been badly burned during the last frantic leg of his flight to Himring. Maedhros, over and over, had thought he could have turned - if he’d turned at the wrong moment he could have been blinded, or worse. Sometimes he was so overcome by this thought that he, very carefully and quietly, breathed a prayer of thanks to Varda.

She was not listening, of course. But - but if she was. Just in case. For Maglor.

Himring had not had much burn salve when the Long Peace came to its sudden and abrupt end. Maedhros - fool that he was - had not anticipated the dragon, and had seen no need for a large store of such. Besides, it was difficult to grow plants with the required soothing properties on his windy hill. So they had had very little to treat the injuries of Maglor’s people, and of Maglor himself. Many had died. Maglor himself had almost died; he had screamed himself hoarse, crying out, "Nelyo, make it stop - make it stop please" until Maedhros had fled the room. He had defenses to mount, rations to assign, guards to discipline. He could not spend all day in his brother’s room, and his burning presence could not help: only harm.

But Maglor’s fever had at last broken, the burned skin on his back beginning at last to knit itself together. Though it was still dangerous to apply any pressure to his back, the healers had lost the strain about their eyes when they spoke to Maedhros. And so he felt that it was safe enough now to sit in the same room with Maglor, and hold his hand, and feel the rhythmic flicker of his brother’s spirit.

Beside him Maglor stirred. "Lindessë?" he asked, muzzily.

Maedhros held in a wince. Maglor’s wife had been lost in Dagor Bragollach. There had been few who were not soldiers at the Gap in the first place, and they had been sent out to seek safety at Himring with a company at the first sign of attack - or so Maedhros had gathered, from one of Maglor’s few lucid periods and the reports of his commanders. Not a one of the civilians had reached Himring, and Lindessë was dead. His guess was that they had run into the dragon, and he could only hope that it had been quick.

"Not Lindessë, Lauro," he said gently.

A pause. "Oh," Maglor said at last, dully. "Yes. She is dead."

"Yes," said Maedhros. There was nothing else to say.

"But you are alive?" said Maglor. His fingers were cool within Maedhros’ own.

"Yes," said Maedhros again. "I live - and you live, and I am glad of it."

"It - hurts," said Maglor.

"I am sorry," returned Maedhros, wishing that he could do something - anything! - to help, instead of delivering useless platitudes and standing beside Maglor’s burned body with a spirit that was constantly afire with agony. "We have not much salve and the healers are stretched thin."

"No," said Maglor, voice muffled by the pillow. "Not - that. Her."

"Ah," said Maedhros. He did not know what to say. This was one of the rare pains he did not intimately know. The thought of it made him quail.

I told you so, Curufin might have said. They had all warned Maglor, again and again, about the danger of marrying in Beleriand: and marrying one who could not fight and did not wish to! She had been indispensable in the Gap, it was true, for her way with horses was unmatched and her Songs beautiful - but she was no warrior. And Maglor was so close to the Enemy.

Maglor had not listened, and now Lindessë was gone, and Maedhros did not have the heart to say anything about unwisdom. Not anymore.

"I know it hurt," Maglor said. "I felt it. She was surprised. She reached out to me. But I could not reach back."

"I am sorry, háno," said Maedhros, squeezing Maglor’s fingers, trying to imbue them with some of his own warmth. "She is safe now."

"Is she? Or do you think she is Doomed along with us?"

"She was Sindar," said Maedhros, "and has shed no blood. Námo is not unjust."

Maglor laughed bitterly. "Is he not?"

Maedhros could think of nothing to say to that; and they sat in silence for awhile.

Finally Maglor said, "Do you think there are horses, where she is?"

"I do not know," said Maedhros. "Perhaps. There are horses in Aman, after all."

"Yes," said Maglor, "yes, you are right." He turned his face towards Maedhros. His cheeks were wet.

"I want to go home," he said. "I am so tired."

"I know," said Maedhros. He stroked the short ends of Maglor’s hair carefully. "I am here. I am sorry."

"Do not be sorry," said Maglor. "It was not you who led us here. I am just - tired."

"Then you ought to sleep," said Maedhros, "and I will be here when you wake up, if you wish it."

"I do," said Maglor. His voice cracked. "I do wish it."

Maedhros hesitated. "I am not Atar, not yet Amil, but - I - I will take care of you, dearest. As long as I can."

"I know," said Maglor, squeezing Maedhros’ hand in turn. "I know."

His hitching breaths evened out soon after that, and Maedhros sat with him long into the night, banking the blaze of his spirit as best he could, breathing in time with his brother.

#Maedhros #maglor #asked and answered #sorry this took forever ghosti I hope u like beloved #sorry it’s messy also #silm fic #my writing

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sionisjaune · 6 months

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32 for the settings prompt for sico pls

Setting prompts (32. a quiet hospital room)

You get sico in the context of problematic sebcedes polyamory:

Sebastian arrives at Lewis’s bedside with a giant, unruly basket of wildflowers that look as though they were plucked directly from a field somewhere in the middle of nowhere. He also brought Roscoe, Nico reflects. Point Sebastian.

Lewis is still unconscious, snoring softly in the hospital bed with a dozen pins surgically inserted up the length of his arm because he foolishly shattered it surfing with one of the handful of friends Nico and Lewis don’t share. Miles, or Milo, or something like that. Nico met him once, and then forgot about it.

“I came as soon as I could,” says Sebastian, cramming the basket of flowers onto Lewis’s beside table. “How is he?”

Nico exhales a short breath and scrapes back the hair that’s fallen in his eyes. He’s the one that Miles called when Lewis broke his arm, and he’s the one that held Lewis’s hand while the surgeons administered the anesthetic, and he’s the one that ran across the street in the rain to buy a plant-based latte for Lewis to drink when he wakes up. Sebastian just waltzed inside with a basket of weeds and Lewis’s dog, like he has just as much right to be here.

“Fine,” says Nico, controlling himself. “His wrist is broken and so is the radial bone, in two places, and his shoulder was dislocated. Surfing accident.”

“My God,” says Sebastian. He stoops down to scoop Roscoe off of the floor, and seats himself in the chair next to Nico, Roscoe on his lap. Roscoe whuffles pitiably until Nico gives him a pat on the head. “That’s a lot of broken bones.”

Nico refuses to roll his eyes. He won’t do it. Instead, he reaches for Lewis’s limp hand atop the blankets and rubs soothing circles with his thumb. He thinks he can see Lewis’s eyelids fluttering, but he might be imagining it. It’s almost hard to look at him, prone and unresponsive beneath the white sheets, a tube stuck in his arm. Nico wishes it was him that was with Lewis when he broke it, and then swallows the thought like a poison capsule. He holds onto Lewis’s hand a little bit tighter and shoots a baleful glance at Sebastian, who is absently rubbing Roscoe’s ears.

“Has he been awake since the surgery?” Sebastian asks.

“No,” says Nico. The latte he bought for Lewis is still sitting on the table, untouched and growing cold. Admittedly, the mess of flowers adds a splash of much needed cheer to the desolate hospital room. Nico had flashed his credit card and demanded the most spacious suite, but a hospital is still a hospital.

“You don’t want to talk to me, do you,” says Sebastian, sighing.

“What gave you that impression?” Nico says.

In the bed, Lewis’s brow furrows.

Sebastian pauses his fondling of Roscoe’s wrinkly head. “You don’t think I should be included in Lewis’s life. You think that because you were here first, you matter more. Guess what? That’s not how it fucking works for regular fucking polyamorous people.” Sebastian finishes his tirade with a neat little quirk of his eyebrow, like he’ll have any luck convincing Nico of anything at all.

Nico opens his mouth to explain how exactly Seb has presumed wrong when Lewis groans softly from the bed, shifting beneath the sheets. His eyes crack open in increments, and both Nico and Sebastian leap from their seats to meet him halfway.

Lewis blinks and yawns sluggishly. He looks at his arm first, encased in plaster, and frowns. Then he looks up at Nico and Seb, and a slow smile spreads across his jaw.

“I was surfing,” says Lewis, a toneless rasp. He coughs, and Nico lunges for the lukewarm latte and helps Lewis raise it to his lips for a sip. “And then…” Lewis trails off, licking his lips. “Where’s Miles?”

Nico scowls.

“I can call him,” Seb says, immediately. Rude, Nico thinks. He doesn’t let it show on his face. He’ll play nice with Sebastian, at least while Lewis is lucid.

Eventually, after more stupid, inane small talk, Sebastian leaves the room with a promise to let Miles know that Lewis is okay. Nico collapses into his chair as soon as he’s gone. Lewis gestures weakly at Roscoe, curled up next to Nico’s feet, drooling slimy saliva onto the tile floor, so Nico scoops him up and deposits him gingerly on Lewis’s lap, where he won’t disturb Lewis’s cast.

“You’re not very good at hiding how you’re feeling,” Lewis remarks, scratching Roscoe between the ears. Nico tries his best not to frown. “You should be nicer to him, even when I’m not around.”

“How do you know I’m not nice when you’re not around?” says Nico, reaching for Lewis’s hand again.

“Because I know you,” says Lewis, smiling.

#thank you to the people in my inbox who have been prompting exactly what i want to write! working through these has sincerely been #great for my mood and i will happily take a few more #problematic sebcedes polyamory #setting prompts

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die-rosastrasse · 11 months

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What's something good that happened to you recently?

I had such a beautiful morning today. Me and my Love took some tea and weed and went out just before sunrise to a nearby forest. We saw the yellow moon setting and the sun rising above the city and the sky looked so beautiful, I almost cried. We wandered the paths in the woods that we never took before and found some beautiful new places, plants, trees and bright spots of red sunlight that shone through the branches. We talked about herbs, foraging, animals and how humans should live close to nature and be oblivious to the problems of the universe. We found some wild growing mugwort and picked its leaves for tea that we brewed just before we went to sleep (it has dream-enhacing abilities and can even help with lucid dreaming. And the tea gets such a pretty green color!). We saw so many stunning flowers and places that used to be made for people, now overgrown with herbs and wildflowers. We let ourselves be charged with sunlight, sang songs to the trees, it really felt like a special kind of witchcraft, some primal spirituality, just letting the world guide you like a child and show you its wonders. I love to be out at the early morning because it feels like we're the only people on Earth, like it creates this whole spectacle just for us 💚🌷

#ask

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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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We literally need a Hades & Persephone AU fanfic of Morpheus and Y/n

I cannot stress this enough, if anybody wrote a fanfic (that’s not “Dark! Morpheus” or “Yandere”) please link it to me :)

For now, here is my little idea of it (nobody has to write like this but you can).

Y/n is the daughter of M/n, a water Nymph who was the lover of Desire of the Endless and when Y/n was of age.

She was helping her mother gather flowers, and herbs and planting seeds in the ground.

Now, Y/n was half a nymph and half an endless, so her mother did her best to raise her and to at least show her how to control her powers.

As Y/n was the daughter of Desire, she was beautiful but had Desires not of lust but of love and romance.

Y/n truly loved her mother, despite never meeting her father. M/n....was overbearing, overprotective, manipulative, and psycho.

Y/n would say, “Crazy” she knows her mother just didn’t want her to end up like she did or just like her father.

In this one, Y/n falls for Morpheus as he falls for her, love at first sight and it was inspired by the many versions of Persephone and Hades.

Where Persephone ventures into the underworld on her own and falls in love with Hades.

Y/n is also into brooding gothic men (as we all are for Morpheus)

{...}

Soon, Y/n wanders too close to the clouds, too close to the “other” realm. The dreaming.

Y/n never had seen a more beautiful place than the dreaming, she wander through the mountains, village, and castle.

Little did she know, someone was watching afar. The King of this realm was enchanted by her beauty, her smile, and her kindness when she was interacting with his creations.

Morpheus had felt his face grow red and his beating cold heart filled with a familiar warmth he hadn’t felt in a very, very, very long time.

This girl was lucid dreaming, he could sense it as he followed her more. he wanted to know why she was here and how she knew she was dreaming but he never got the chance as she was waking up.

The more she lucid dreams, the more she noticed there was someone watching her, and when she caught him.

She was intimidated by how handsome he was, she nearly giggled and blushed.

“Who are you? why are you following me?” she asked as she tried not to show how nervous she was.

“I am Morpheus, the King of the dreaming...I did not mean to startle you...I was only observing why you are here and aware of your dreams.” He explained.

Oh, so he wasn’t a stalker and he is a king?

This was another realm?

These were questions in her mind, “Oh, I see My name is Y/n, Daughter of M/n it is an honor to meet you, Lord Morpheus” she says as she bows to show respect.

“There is no need for that. You’re a guest and please...call me Dream.” He says as if it was the first time he has ever told anyone that.

The Nymph smiled at him warmly, making his heart flutter as she blushed looking down at her feet.

During her time in the dreaming, Morpheus showed Y/n around and she got to see how beautiful the dreaming realm truly was.

She was amazed by Morpheus’s kingdom, “it’s so beautiful...” she whispered. Morpheus looked at her with glossy eyes and whisper back “Thank you...”

After Y/n woke up she couldn’t wait to go back to the dreaming realm and she was cheerier than usual which didn’t go unnoticed by her mother.

As days, weeks, and soon months passed, Her mother started to get suspicious this was more than getting a “goodnight sleep”.

M/n found out what really made her daughter happier than usual...

It was spring, Y/n would hear someone calling her name and she look back just to see someone in the shadows.

Y/n walked toward this person, and she saw a familiar person Morpheus...

His wild raven hair, a long black robe, a skin tone pale, skinny, and star eyes.

She was wondering how could he be more beautiful, was she having a crush?

She felt butterflies when she’s around him and blushes when he’s looking at her.

Morpheus had felt the same, his heart would beat every time she was near, his cheek would be red when she smiles at him and when she talks he can’t help but smile.

he was smitten by her just as she was with him.

Morpheus really wanted to see the girl again, She wanted to see him too as she was falling hard for the King.

Little did she know, her mother was watching.

She was in utter shock to see her talking so casually to an endless but not just any Endless.

Oneiros, Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, Lord of Dreams and Nightmares, and King of the Dreaming.

She was furious, this entity was after her daughter, her innocent child and she couldn’t allow Y/n to be near someone so dangerous.

“Y/n! Get over here! you stay away from my daughter!” She screamed as she ran to Y/n and forcefully snatch her daughter.

“Mother?! what are you-” She tried to say but was cut off by her mother pushing herself and her daughter away from The Endless.

Y/n tried to push away from her mother and reach her hand to Morpheus but they were too far away.

Once out of reach, M/n examines her daughter, “Did he hurt you?” she says worriedly.

“What?! no! Mother what is going on I was just talking to-” she tries to say but was cut off by her mother once again.

“Talking to an Endless?! Y/n do you have any idea who you were talking to?! He could’ve killed you!” M/n exclaimed.

Y/n was concerned about what her mother meant, Morpheus wouldn’t hurt her, if he truly could he would at the first chance he got.

“He’s not like that mother! We were only talking! Besides, he’s really sweet.” Y/n says as she smiles.

“Sweet?...”SWEET?!” Her mother screamed as she grew angrier, “THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS AN ENDLESS BEING “SWEET”! M/n screamed as Y/n could only stare in shock.

“That’s it. You are to stay far away from Oneiros and never speak to him again! I mean it Y/n!” M/n said as she forbid her from ever seeing and talking to Morpheus again.

“What! But Mother you can’t-” Y/n exclaimed in shock as her mother would forbid her from speaking to the Endless she had fallen for.

“Oh, yes I can and I will and you know why? Because I am your mother and what I say goes!” she exclaims as Y/n looks at her sadly.

her mother may have forbidden her from seeing Morpheus in the waking realm but in the Dreaming, she couldn’t.

And like a rebellious young woman such as herself, she just did that.

One night Y/n went to sleep, she ventures out into the clouds again, walking through the Dreaming realm as she walked along the path to look for the King.

When Y/n spots him, she was so happy and ran up to him as he notices her, and she jumps into his arms happily.

Although Morpheus never showed it, he was very happy to see Y/n. “I’m so sorry for how my mother acted, she is usually sweet...I was worried I wouldn’t see you again!” She exclaims as she looks up at him.

Morpheus felt warm by her words, as Y/n spend longer in the dreaming her physical body asleep.

Y/n didn’t mind she wasn’t going to wake up as long as she was with Morpheus, but her mother was growing sick worried that her daughter may never wake up again.

She knew Dream of the endless had something to do with this.

In the Dreaming realm, Morpheus and Y/n were sitting in fiddler’s Green when he suddenly asked her.

“Would you...like to live here?”

She was shocked, to say the least, but smiled as she didn’t even know she could, “I would love to Dream!” she exclaims.

Morpheus gave her a shy smile as he stood up and led his hand to her and she took it and stood up with him.

Morpheus leads her to a tree with fruits in it, Peaches.

Morpheus pick the fruit and gave it to her, “If you eat this, you will remain here with me for eternity...You will be my wife.” he said slowly making sure she truly wanted this.

Y/n nodded, as she took the peach gently and ate half it.

So, M/n demanded Desire of the endless, her ex-lover and father of their child go rescue their daughter Y/n from the dreaming realm.

Desire never truly cared about his lovers nor his children but if it got Morpheus upset.

It was worth it.

so, he agreed and went to the dreaming to get Y/n but she simply refused to say, “I actually love it here, It’s beautiful and Morpheus is really good to me! I’m actually pretty happy being his wife and him as my husband.” She exclaims happily.

“You don’t want to go? Really?” Desire was genuinely shocked his own offspring wanted to spend time with their brother.

Y/n was true, she loved Morpheus and wanted to be with him as his wife, she really loved him.

So, Desire just gave up at that point. He could care less and he could kill her but he didn’t feel like doing that so he would come up with a different plan to ruin Morpheus.

As for M/n, He could care less. Y/n was happy anyways and when M/n found out she was frustrated and angry so she decided to ruin everything for mankind and not help preserve the plants and flowers.

It causes the plants to never grow again and the water would soon be dry.

That was really bad for humanity and the gods got worried, so Hermes rushed to the dreaming realm to tell Morpheus and Y/n immediately.

Morpheus and Y/n realized that was really bad. So, Y/n rushed back to the waking realm to snap her mom out of it.

M/n was overbearing as usual and hadn’t seen her daughter in months, so Y/n made a deal with Death of the Endless to spend six months in the Dreaming realm and the other six months in the waking realm with her mother.

Morpheus and M/n’s mother knew of this and were okay with it since this was a better solution and M/n wouldn’t be fighting over Y/n but still hated the Endless beings.

During the first 6 months of the year, M/n would be depressed and not let the plants and flowers along with the water grow or purify.

While Morpheus and Y/n were lovesick with each other and enjoying their married life and ruling the Dreaming together as the King and Queen.

When the other half of the six months came around, M/n was overjoyed to be with her daughter again, the plants, and flowers grew and the water was pure once more.

Y/n and M/n would plant flowers, plants and pick out flowers, and soon would swim in the lakes...

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Jungkook: 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 (ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ 2)

In which selflessness is an act of honor rewarded by the king himself.

Tags/Warnings: listen I swear this is the last Alien!Jungkook I swear, someone please stop me, angst, near death situation, mentions of running away/homelessness, it's an idea, please comment or send asks if you want more of this, these meds be kicking mh dreams are so lucid, hospitals, mentions of medical equipment (needles, etc),

Length: mid/long

Drabble 1 || Drabble 2 || ???

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The rounded edges of the room you wake up in let you know that you are, in fact, still on the same foreign planet, and have not been sent back to earth.

Plants are growing on a wall close to the circular window that's opened, curtains softly swaying while a burse next to you seems to be checking the quietly beeping machines attached to you. The needles in your hand feel slightly uncomfortable as you clench and unclench your palm, testing your motions it seems. "ah, you're awake. Very good." she smiles encouraging, noting something down. "your vitals are finally rather stable again. Do you feel well enough to receive visitors?" she wonders, and you shrug, before nodding. Probably law enforcement.

Well, at least they provided medical attention.

But the man that walks in with two fully armed policemen staying at the door doesn't seem at all like someone ready to hold you at gunpoint and walk you back to the planet you came from. No, he seems rather kind, if anything. "I'm glad to see you awake." he smiles, and you nod.

"thank you." you simply answer, unsure what else to say. It makes you wonder how the young man is doing- was he okay as well?

You may have looked at the door a bit suspiciously, because the man smiles a bit brighter. "My son is very well thanks to your efforts, if that is what you're wondering." he tells you, and you can't help but let out a breath as you relax into the bed. You don't know the guy, vault you're glad your act had saved him. Or at least, you like to believe it's you who did it. "miss, do you have an idea who exactly you saved yesterday?" he wonders, and you shrug.

"honestly, I have no idea uh.. Sir. I just did what i thought was the right thing to do." you say, not quite sure where this was going. Were you in trouble? Oh no, did you save a criminal or something?!

"truly selfless. That is honorable." he nods. "I'll let my son know you thought about his well-being. I'm sure he will want to visit you and thank you personally." he says, before he leaves with a nod.

You're not sure what to think of it.

The nurse that walks back in seems rushed, nervous even, and you can't help your curiosity. "who was that?" you ask her, and her eyes widen.

"Oh, yes, I forgot you were a stray human.." she nods to herself, as she replaces a bag with fluids hanging above you. "that's our king, current ruler of this part of Arion." she laughs.

"so.. The guy I saved yesterday.." you start, and she nods, grinning excitedly.

"was the prince. He- oh-!" she stops abruptly, bowing towards the door, where he stands.

He's tall, dressed in casual black clothes- redish hair almost falling into his eyes as he looks at you- his hand holding onto the stand with a similar bag hanging from it, thin tubes connected to his arm. He nods to the nurse who rushes out with red cheeks- passing by him careful not to make any contact.

He's tall, you notice, ears decorated by silver piercings swaying with every movement he makes, as he sits down next to your bed, tired gaze resting upon you. While he seems to recover a bit quicker than you, it's still evident that he went through a lot- similar to you.

Though you're sure you don't look this handsome.

"my father said you don't know who I am." he starts. "or who he is." he adds, and you nod. "My name is Jungkook. You know.. Since I already know yours." he points to the name tag on the bed.

"I.. Uh, didn't know you both were royalty." you admit a bit ashamed, but to your surprise, he just shrugs it off with a small smile.

"understandable, considering your situation prior. How'd you even get here?" he wonders curiously, leaning back in his chair before he eyes the small plastic container of food you didn't touch yet.

"a cargo ship. Hid behind some boxes. You uh.. Can have it, you know?" you almost chuckle when his eyes widen, sparkling almost before he presses his lips together.

"no, that's yours. I shouldn't take that." he refuses, but you just laugh.

"just take it. I'll tell the nurse to just bring me a new one- whatever it is." you say, and he seems to think for a moment, before he opens the container, and holding out a piece of what's inside to your lips.

"don't you know how to eat?" he wonders, head tilting to the side a little.

"uh.." you say confused, unable to not notice the fact that his hands are.. Pretty. "I- I do, just, what is that?" you ask, and he just taps your lips with the piece of food.

"eat it. It's nice, I promise!" he tells you, and you trust him with a suspicious gaze thrown his way. It's cute, he thinks to himself. Your eyes widen a little as you notice that it does actually taste good. It's sweet, similar to chocolate, but it tastes more like faint honey than anything else. "see?"

"oh wow.. Well, I've changed my mind-" you say, snatching the little container from the table close by. "-that's mine.!" you say, and he eagerly reaches for it, pouting.

"hey no, you said I can have it!" he protests, making you laugh when his elbow brushes your sides and tickles you, until it makes you fall into a coughing fit, lungs hurting a little. The machine next to you behind starts beeping louder, and the young man eagerly sits down, concern easing over his features. "I'm sorry- are you okay?" he worries, until he notices you're laughing again.

"you're cute!" you blurt out, before you fall into shock when you notice what you said- his eyes just as big as yours as you stare at each other for a second.

Until Jungkook laughs out loud, easily infecting you to do the same, a confused nurse standing in the door.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook #anchor au

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light-cosmic-angel · 2 months

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KNOWLEDGE ON THE COSMIC PEOPLE

Most people cannot be trusted. Extraterrestrials known as the Extrinsics are taking over the earth.

The Seraphs (also known as Secular Angels) are a group of humans enlightened with Celestialism- the knowledge of a heaven of God-like figures who look after the Earth.

Those who heeded the Seraphs with this knowledge are known as Celestial Messengers (all Celestial beings are Cosmic People of Light Powers). Thus, many Seraphs themselves drive themselves to become Secular Messengers to other humans who have not been enlightened with Celestialism yet.

The Extrinsics’ goal is to enslave humans mentally and physically.

They do this through putting mind-weakening chemicals into the food (the Chemicals), which is why the Seraphs must consume plants. It is encouraged to grow your own.

The Extrinsics also place these Chemicals into television and media through images, words, colours, etc, to placate humans into obedience and obsession.

One of the most feared acts of the Extrinsics is one particular Chemical called the Dehumanisation Chip, which is inserted into the brain while a human is sleeping by the Extrinsics themselves, physically and objectively. Once one is inserted, it must be physically removed to let in the human to Celestialism. The chip is a small metal rod, barely visible. Once cracked open inside the brain, it released a neon green.

If a human is Dehumanised, then they will not have independent thought or beliefs. Their mind will actively be controlled by the Extrinsics, and any consciousness will be hazy and depressive. They are not aware of the Chipping. After Chipping, they will not be classified as a human by the Celestial Messengers, and therefore will not be saved after death. They will not go to Heaven, but instead will be in the Conscious Oblivion.

Many Seraphs sleep very little because of this.

The Extrinsics rip humans from enlightenment also through removing the Earth’s environment from them. The building of industrial architecture, and other inventions such as plastic and concrete are made to remove sanity.

The use of pollution through Chemicals is a base for the Dehumanisation process. Seraphs are encouraged to clean themselves consistently of the outside fumes.

The Extrinsics have this goal of slaving humanity for selfish reasons. The Extrinsics were always evil beings, and thus were appointed to a life of Conscious Oblivion after death by the Celestial Messengers. The Extrinsics hold power through stealing humans’ minds and wish to go to the Heaven through stealing their humanity.

The Seraphs avoid technology and artificial intelligence (anything not of humane thought) and go in search of creative things, such as books, art, poetry, and religion. Science is also avoided as it has become too technological.

Many Secular Angels also practice abstinence from sensual pleasures as they often involve either Chemicals, or the chance of an Extrinsic or Dehumanised nearby. Can be construed as Asceticism.

The eventual goal of the Seraphs is to heed the Celestial Messengers- whose first priority is to save any left humane minds from Dehumanisation, while protecting themselves from the Extrinsics. Within this journey is the transformation to a Secular Messenger.

Then, when the eventual time comes, the Celestial Messengers will find them a path to safety; this is believed to be the Heaven they reside in, most likely by the Ashtar Grand Cosmic Squadron.

The Celestial Messengers are led by Ashtar Sheran, an extraterrestrial being of fine vibrations. His birth and past are unknown. He is believed to be one appointed to helping Humanity through spiritual means in the afterlife, which is why he cannot communicate with Earth directly, but can be reached through Channelling by lucid dreaming, or daydreaming, through allowing him to access your mind.

He is pure, fine, radiating, and is also referred to as the Light Cosmic Angel. His duties lie in working with the PRIME CREATOR OF ALL AND EVERYBODY.

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witchofwrath666 · 24 days

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🌿Canada Lettuce🌿

A year or two back, I decided I wanted to learn about the plants that grew in my yard. I was in a deep depression at the time and really needed something to do. I can't express how much this helped me, not just getting myself in a good routine, but helping me to appreciate the world around me. Now I walk down the street appreciating the plants I recognize.

So, first on the list is my absolute favorite- Canada lettuce. This stuff grows absolutely everywhere here in Mississippi.

MEDICINAL USES:

Sedative: Canada lettuce contains lactucarium, which has mild sedative properties. (It's stronger counterpart, Lacuca Virosa contains more of this and therefor is much more potent.)

It has been traditionally used to promote relaxation and alleviate mild cases of insomnia or restlessness.

Pain Relief: It is believed to have analgesic properties, helping to reduce pain and discomfort. Some people use it as a natural alternative for headaches or muscle aches. It's also qidely used by cutting the plant, excretion the white milk and rubbing it on stings or bites.

Antispasmodic: It may have antispasmodic effects, which can help alleviate muscle spasms and cramps.

Mild Diuretic: It has been used traditionally as a mild diuretic to help increase urine flow and eliminate excess fluids from the body.

Magickal Properties

Dream Enhancement- It is associated with enhancing dreams and promoting vivid or lucid dreaming. Use it as an ingredient in dream pillows or sachets to encourage prophetic dreams or to induce a deeper sleep.

Divination Aid- It is used in divination rituals or meditation practices to deepen intuition. Its calming and sedative properties are believed to help gain a clearer connection to one's inner wisdom or devine guidance.

Protection- It can be used in spells or rituals to create a sense of peace, tranquility, and protection, both for yourself and your surroundings.

Spiritual Connection- Some believe that Canada lettuce can aid in spiritual journeying or astral travel by deepening states of meditation. You can use it to connect with deities as well.

Cleansing and Purification- It is sometimes used in purification rituals to cleanse negative energies or to create a sacred space for meditation and ritual work.

The best way to identify Lactuca Canadensis is by its leaves. It will have small flexible spikes along the bottom. The stems are usually purple when they're bigger, but as they're young it looks like a bundle of leaves. If the plant is allowed to reach full maturity, it will bloom a bright yellow flower at the top.

#herbalism #plants #witches #witch tips #lettuce #magic #traditional medicine #nature #botany

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bluecoolr · 11 months

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A little thing I drew based off an idea I shared with @solmints-messyocdiary

"Alice" has very dangerous episodes of lucid dreaming/astral projection. She's afraid sometimes that she might never wake from them.

There is a particular poppy plant that grows beside the River Lethe, near the dominion of Hypnos, god of sleep. Anyone who ingests the plant may walk the land caught between dreams and the waking world for a time. However, if the person fails to wake up at the end of the alotted time, he slips into a peaceful death.

Darrell takes a mouthful of the poppy petals to help "Alice" when she got stranded during a very important quest (perhaps the Titans are thinking of rising up again). He manages to lead her back to her body, but runs out of time.

Thanatos comes to guide him to the Underworld, but Darrell has other plans. Summoning Ares' horses and binding death, he rides back into the realm of the living to help in the battle.

#oc: 'alice'#darrell todd #darrell x alice #thanatos #bluecoolr.art #oc art #invading blue's sketchbook #tw death #olympian au

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verdemoth · 2 years

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oh and also, Spanner is a shapeshifting dream-snake/dream-sun-fragment of sorts? They’re not at all human, just usually human shaped. Their form is very fluid despite being composed of glass and metal and cosmogone. They run at a higher temperature than humans due to the heat of their liquid cosmogone (when they get worked up they burn hotter and brighter and the cosmogone can reach a gaseous state). They don’t really put out visual light in their human shape, but plants and fungi still feel and react to the potent cosmogone energy they radiate. Their human body does FEEL like a human body, their skin is the right texture, but closer inspection reveals they have no bones or guts, just a frame of metal and glass molded vaguely into the shape of a human skeleton.

Their connection to Parabola results in some funky things. They can pick up on the emotions of people around them, and though they usually have a pretty good handle on their own emotions and can tell when something’s out of place, they don’t tend to notice when their feelings are intensified by someone feeling the same way. Too many people feeling too many strong emotions around them gives them a headache. In a similar vein they can also pick up on residual vibes about things that happened that a lot of people felt strongly about. Usually places where something bad happened, which acts as a really vague warning.

They’ve got a natural inclination for mimicry? And the abilities to back it up. They can alter their ‘voice’ and produce sounds beyond human capabilities, like those of birds and machines. They will subconsciously and automatically copy others’ body language and repeat some speech/sounds they hear (echopraxia & echolalia), traits they have tried to stifle in the past, but at this stage in their life they now feel more confident and secure and they let themself enjoy stimming. Consciously they could superficially copy someone’s physical appearance which would probably be helpful for tackety missions, but they can’t 100% pin down every aspect of a specific person’s behaviour/speech patterns/vocal inflections. There’s also a little quirk in the way they speak that just doesn’t quite line up with the way most people sound.

They can also talk to flora and fungi! They enjoy this they like to just relax and vibe with the plants :]! Spanner was very excited upon coming to the Reach for all the greenery, but Reach plants are a bit…. intense. The plants were very… excited to speak of their lost king, but the barrage of information in the form of mental screaming put Spanner out of commission for a couple hours. And the plants grow explosively in their light, so they exercise Some caution now.

They left Parabola as a child intending to never return, and it had been their experience that they do not have dreams when they are unconscious. This changed when they came to the High Wilderness, however. Some nights they dream, and when they dream they almost always end up within Parabola and are 100% lucid. This took some getting used to, but they just while away their nights relaxing in the Viric Jungle and it’s kind of nice, provided the cats don’t find them. Cats haaaaate them. Though they have 0 allegiance to the fingerkings, cats can sense the snake in them.

They can potentially end up in some ‘dreamscapes’ that are Not Parabola. Passing through the Peacock Wind might prompt a conversation….

#fallen london #sunless skies #image #my art #my characters #char: spanner #i like them so much #they live rent free in my brain #when i was first coming up with ideas i decided to go with a changeling vibe for them #so naturally they are autism #i like them so so much #they’re very cool

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vani-ash · 6 days

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I actually have semi fleshed out (kimchay) AUs for like most of Jeff's MV but none of them are finished and I hate(not actually i love talking about them) talking about my wip before they're finished cause it makes me work on them less cause I'm like

I talked about it = I worked on it :)

and then I never continue writing then 😔

Anyway here is a couple of them:

Dum Dum - (currently 12k written)

KimChay are walking home one night accidentally walk into an alleyway where they see a group of gang members killing someone, Kim tries to help Chay escape but ends up knocked on conscious and Chay is taken back to their leader. Chay believes Kim died in the alleyway.

A year passes with Chay now living as the mafia bosses husband. Chays mind is broken and believes the mafia boss is Kim due to him living in delusions to deal with the trauma. One day someone plants a bomb in the mansion and breaks in. Sunshine is tattooed on their neck and Chay thinks its a mercenary sent to kill him. He insists his name is Kim, but Chay doesn't believe him. His Kim didn't have tattoos or white hair.

Lucid- (currently 6k written)

Chay lives by himself and tends to a large garden. one day he finds a man passed out in his garden. Chay takes him back to his home and takes care of him. When the man wakes up he is startled and scared of Chay and jumps out of Chays window.

A week later the man comes back. They grow close and Chay eventually learns the mans name, and that he is a fae. As they grow closer Chay starts to feel sick and he keeps forgetting things. One day he forgets Kim.

Another fae curses Chay to forget Kim every time they part cause they’re jealous Kim doesn’t want them (the curse also causes Chay to be in pain whenever they’re together it takes Kim a while to figure this out which is why he keeps coming back, he just thinks Chay’s sick) but you know Chay is Chay so he’s so excited to meet a fae and talk and help him etc. but eventually Kim figures out how to break the curse: he has to die.

(not MCD has happy ending)

Loop - (currently 4k written)

Kim is forced to work at his family's company but he hates it and is intentionally being bad at his job. When he gets paired up with one of the company's best employees to make him better, Kim starts to fall for Chay. Kim does star actually learned how to do his job but Kim continues to be bad at his job so Chay will have to help him more.

One day Kim overhears his father saying if Chay doesn't get Kim to start working better he will be fired. So Kim starts to actually do his job. And when he is finally doing well, Chay is forced to quit anyway cause Korn doesn't like Kim is in love with a random employee.

#kimchay #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #the dum dum mv gives me so much brain rot #i was writing it around the same time RE4 remake came out so like at one point kim is leading chay through a hedge maze #and chay runs off to get away from kim and kim has to go try and find him again #(kim is distracted by trying to kill bodyguards which gives chay the chance to run away from him as chay does trust him in his broken state #kim calls chay sunshine in dum dum but because of the tattoo chay refers to kim as sunshine so they are both sunshine :)#i have changed the plot of the lucid on like 6 times #kim is fae royalty and korn wants to marry him to another fae royalty so kim leaves for a few weeks #(he doesnt know he is being forced into marriage)#and when he finally manages to get back to chay is when chay forgets who he is #in loop kim keeps making Chay coffee and leaving it on his desk but he doesn't givve any indication its from him so chay #is just more confused every time he sees a coffee cup on his desk #chay is unaware who kim is as the bosses son he just thinks its some rich kid who isnt allowed to be fired and feels so much pressure to #make kim good at his job as kim just never seems to take in what chay is saying #my problem writing loop is idk what actual business they are doing lmao its like 'chay read over kims paper work and sighed at his mistakes #what is the paper work for? idk but they are doing paper work #i have more but these are the more planned out ones #mine

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paintedscales · 7 months

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002.1 Esenaij

Life on the Steppe for Esenaij had a routine to it centered around the goals he made for himself at a young age. He has seen to them diligently and with a sense of steeled determination. After all, if he refused to, he would hate to think about how life would have been for what family he has left.

Warnings: Character death, death of a family member

Word Count: 2,781

Steppe by Steppe Chapter List

Esenaij -- a boy of ten and four summers -- stood at the bedside, his mother laying there, bundled up within the sheets and her breathing shallow and strained. He had been in charge of making sure the woman had a cooling cloth on her head, and that she drank plenty of water during whatever sickness she had been combating. It was nearly the only job he had while his younger sister was made to wash and cut fruit that were easier to eat when their mother was lucid enough to do so.

As it stood, they had heard their mother coughing and wheezing over the last couple weeks, and her condition had only been getting worse since their last migration. What everyone thought was a simple cold that could go away with some hydration, rest, and careful monitoring had become a worrying process of ensuring that the woman had been attended and watched over at different bells of the day.

It seemed like no one knew what to do as she got sicker and sicker. All that they managed was applying what remedies worked in the past while suppressing the ever rising worry when they seemed to do nothing.

"When is father coming back, Esenaij…?" Bayarmaa asked as she brought over a small plate of fruit to the bedside. Worry was evident on her face as she gazed up at Esenaij, hoping for an answer that indicated a short amount of time.

“When he’s concluded his hunt,” Esenaij briefly replied. He had been doing his best to remain as placid and strong as possible so as to not instill more possible fear within his younger sister. As the eldest one there aside from their ailing mother, he had taken it upon himself to stand strong -- to not allow his emotions to overcome him as he took care of their mother as well as took care of whatever needs that Bayarmaa required that their mother or father typically did for them.

It had all been taxing work.

Esenaij and Bayarmaa tended to the chores their mother usually did. Clothes and towels had been washed and taken outside to dry, as had dirtied sheets in the time that their mother had been bedridden. Potted plants had been cared for, being carefully watered and softly talked to -- something their mother did and claimed would make the plants stronger. Esenaij had also helped Bayarmaa to sweep the ger, ridding it of dust and loose soil so it did not rise into the air to further irritate their mother.

When the ache of his muscles burned in Esenaij’s body, he still refused to sit idle. He bade Bayarmaa to rest and get herself off her feet, meanwhile he had continued with organizing different items within the ger while keeping tabs on their mother. Anything to keep his hands and mind busy. He had started to grow anxious and irritated with further worry as the sky started its change from blue to orange.

Their father had still not been back from his hunt.

Esenaij had soaked the cloth upon his mother’s head in fresh, cool water once more before laying it upon her forehead once again. In her slumber, he brought his knuckles to the flesh no scales obscured upon her neck and grit his teeth. She was still burning.

“Dammit…” Esenaij growled under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Bayarmaa asked, having gotten up from where she had been sitting at the table. She had busied herself with practicing how to write, though now her utensils laid on the table, splayed out in a disorderly fashion.

Heading for the door with a quick pace to his step, Esenaij paused and looked back at Bayarmaa.

“Mother needs help. More than what we can give her. I’m going to Turakina and her family. Maybe…maybe they’ll know what to do,” Esenaij replied, gripping the handle of the door tightly. He was doing everything to keep the panic and fear out of his voice, and certainly off his face as he steeled his expression. “Stay here, watch over mother for the both of us, Bayarmaa.”

Opening the door, he walked out of the ger before Bayarmaa could open her mouth in order to protest. If she kept him any longer, Esenaij felt that any further inaction was merely endangering their mother more. He walked with purpose before breaking into a run toward one of the ger situated further away. Once there, he opened the door suddenly, panting and holding back those continued feelings of anxiety and alarm over everything that had been going on.

"Esenaij!?" an elder woman exclaimed, standing. A little girl was standing behind her; the girl looked briefly excited at Esenaij’s arrival before her expression quickly fell at the mood he brought with him. Meanwhile, the woman strode forward, looking over Esenaij and making sure he was not in physical distress.

"Miss…Miss Jaliqai…" Esenaij choked out. Whether it was because he was panting, or because he finally felt that stinging sensation of tears in his eyes, his breath stuttered. "Please, you have…you have to help my mother… Please…"

"Slow down, Esenaij…" Jaliqai softly urged, bringing a hand up and brushing disheveled locks of hair from his face. Her eyes darted to and fro over his face, searching his expression and assessing his distress. Keeping herself calm, Jaliqai continued: “breathe in, collect yourself, and then tell me what you need as best you can.”

Sniffling, Esenaij felt his lip tremble before he took a breath in and slowly breathed out. The tightness of his throat impeded his want to speak up, but eventually opened his mouth and said, “... Mother’s been sick. For…for the last few days, she’s only been getting worse. A-and…and father hasn’t returned from his hunt to feed us. Feed mother. She’s all alone with Bayarmaa and me…and we just don’t know how to take care of her the way she needs us to!”

Jaliqai was silent for a moment before she stood up, withdrawing her hand and then looking back at the little girl that had also been within the ger. Jaliqai’s expression hardened with concern. Striding over toward where some jars were kept on a shelf, Jaliqai stood on her tiptoes briefly to retrieve a woven basket before gathering some of the jars and pots to place within it.

Hurrying toward the door, Jaliqai paused and then knelt down next to the little girl. Smiling as warmly as she could manage toward the girl, Jaliqai tucked a few stray locks of hair behind one of the girl's little horns. The girl looked at her, worried, her eyes flicking every now and then in Esenaij’s direction. Jaliqai rubbed her shoulders reassuringly before saying, "Turakina, stay here for me, okay? If you need me, you remember where Esenaij and Bayarmaa’s ger is, right?"

Turakina nodded her head, a soft 'mhm' hummed in acknowledgement. She then looked at Esenaij. "I hope everything will be okay…"

"... Me too…" Esenaij said in response, his brow furrowing with concern, uncertainty, and sadness as his lips tightened into a frown. Looking at Jaliqai as she placed a hand upon his shoulder once she rose back up onto her feet, he moved forward as she ushered him back outside. Once outside, the two of them hurried toward Esenaij’s ger.

When they entered into the abode, Esenaij and Jaliqai had been greeted by the image of Bayarmaa kneeling at the bedside, clutching her mother’s hand. Her shoulders shook, and she could be heard sniffling and holding back her sobs. When Bayarmaa had finally heard them, she turned her head to look over at them, her nose and eyes a blossoming purple with her crying.

Seeing Bayarmaa in such a state made Esenaij’s heart sink straight into the pits of his stomach. Fear gripped him as he staggered forward and went to kneel next to her.

“I-Is…” Esenaij was afraid of the answer to the question that raced through his mind. He swallowed, attempting to keep a strong facade on his person so as not to freak Bayarmaa out further than she already clearly was. “Is mother…okay?”

“I…I don’t know…” Bayarmaa sniffled, hiccuping. It was when she started speaking again that she started lacing her words with sobs and further sniffling. “I w-was just doing what you did. I ch-changed the cloth, and felt her head. Mama…Mama feels like fire, Esenaij. I don’t know what to do!”

“Alright, clear the bedside, children…” Jaliqai spoke up, making her way over and getting her basket of remedies placed on the floor. Once both Esenaij and Bayarmaa had moved, Jaliqai had started to assess their mother’s condition more closely. There were some mutterings, though she had really only seemed to curse their father for not seeking assistance sooner.

It had been a sleepless night for both Bayarmaa and Esenaij as they watched Jaliqai do what she could with whatever salves and potions she had. Though it was once the children’s father had come back, Jaliqai had addressed him sternly regarding his wife’s condition. However, once it had been pointed out and made a reminder for Jaliqai that both Bayarmaa and Esenaij were there, as well as the fact that yelling at him brought them no closer to remedying the ailing woman, the subject had been dropped for the time being.

Both Esenaij and Bayarmaa were instructed to stay out of the way while Jaliqai and their father did what they could. Their father had started cleaning and steaming the shuvuukhai he had brought home with him to get the children fed, and hopefully have some kind of broth prepared for his wife should she awaken. Jaliqai, on the other hand, had laid her horn upon the chest of the bedridden woman, listening to her breathing.

Truthfully, eating anything had been difficult for Esenaij. The food had been near unpalatable with everything that he had been feeling. The bowl of rice and broth had sat there, nearly untouched before Esenaij had gotten back up and paced about the ger he and Bayarmaa were made to wait in impatiently.

Eventually, Bayarmaa had been too exhausted to keep her eyes open, and she had finally curled into her bed in order to sleep. Esenaij had no such luxury, for he had been alert and awake as long as Jaliqai and his father had tended to his mother. He watched both of them with a keen sense of apprehension and worry, fearing for the worst and hoping for the best. It was all he could do since any time he tried to help, he was told to stay out of the way.

Bells had passed, and eventually they led into the time of night where Esenaij had bolted upright and stood on his feet once he had heard his mother gasp out in agony. He rushed over to where his father and Jaliqai were, only able to watch as his mother convulsed and struggled to breathe, asphyxiating.

The icy grip of fear had chilled him as he stared in horror. He had no idea what to do. What could he have even done?

All the anxiety and uncertainty that swirled within him made him want to vomit.

“Y-you have to help her! Help her!” Esenaij yelled, looking up at his dad and then over to Jaliqai. His voice cracked as that fearful little boy finally rose to the surface and broke through. He raised his hands, gripping at his father’s robes and tugging back and forth. “You have to help her! She’s dying!”

The gasps and sputtering of his mother were sounds that burned into his memory. Same with the sounds of Bayarmaa waking up to his shouting and then screaming and sobbing in fearful realization as to what was happening when she had become lucid enough to process everything.

“... There’s…nothing else we can do…” their father finally said, his voice quiet and filled with dread and sadness. He had pulled Esenaij close into an embrace, and he did the same with Bayarmaa when she had run over. “Your mother…your mother is to meet with Nhaama soon.”

The last thing that Esenaij could remember is how their father later walked toward his and Bayarmaa’s mother, taking up one of her hands as he stared into her wide and fearful eyes, apologies falling from his lips over and over. He remembered how his father clutched her hand within one of his own, and gently stroked her knuckles with the other. He could see it all so clearly even behind the blurriness that the tears clouded his eyes with.

And just like that…she was gone.

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Bayarmaa’s words stuck with Esenaij as he had prepared for the morning in order to travel back to Reunion.

It had been only a handful of moons since their father passed away…not that it felt like they had lost anything impactful. Since their mother had passed away roughly six years ago, it had always been Esenaij looking after Bayarmaa while their father went out, hunted, and tended to the surrounding land. He taught her how to cook, what methods he had picked up or developed for caring for the land, and watched as she improved upon her skills playing the morin khuur… So many things he had been there to witness Bayarmaa grow into, frustrating as their sibling bond had proven at times.

Looking back at the ger that he and his sister shared, he muttered a word of ‘see you soon’ before walking toward the wain. A frown was set up on his lips, and his brow was knit together tightly while he got his harness attached to himself and began his journey down toward the worn road that had been used by countless Xaela of summers passed to make their way to Reunion. He could not help but to think of the things he had to endure along with Bayarmaa.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Esenaij did his best to shake his head of the thoughts that were coming back to him. Part of him wanted to blame the appearance of Nomin and his reluctant decision to take her in. However, he thought better of himself -- everything that had happened within the last few moons was a result of unfortunate circumstances.

Of course, Esenaij’s face had contorted into annoyance as he continued to walk whilst lost in his thoughts. His footsteps had been automatic more than anything, his body remembered the path to Reunion at that point. His mind replayed moments of his past in vivid detail all the while, much to his dismay.

Pursing his lips into a frown, Esenaij pulled himself from his thoughts when he saw the familiar entrance to Reunion off in the distance. He supposed that was one benefit to having gotten lost in his own mind; he had arrived at Reunion at what felt sooner than anticipated. Certainly, Esenaij had to count his blessings on what blessings manifested before him.

Getting to his usual spot, Esenaij had begun to set up his stall, meticulously organizing everything and making sure each good had its own place. He had briefly waved to other merchants that were either within the same process, or had already gotten their stalls ready to go. Such was the routine every time he had come out to the trading hub of the Steppe when the Sagahl had migrated close enough. Such was the routine once he had been dead set on ensuring he had a way to turn his knowledge and efforts into trade so that he could provide for Bayarmaa.

‘I suppose now I must account for Nomin as well…’ Esenaij thought to himself, a soft ‘bah’ falling as a scoff from his lips soon after.

Shaking his head, Esenaij got his wain parked close by, and he stood behind his stall. It was another day of hoping that new trade would come through that could serve him and his family.

A soft huff was made at that thought. Esenaij had always imagined it would simply be him and Bayarmaa up to a certain point. Whether he had gotten married, or she did…even if the thought of marriage for himself was a laughable prospect. Nomin entering their lives had been unexpected, to put it lightly… Though Esenaij could not have left her on her own, especially not after her passionate statement of her experience with loss within the Tumet and how she felt about it.

He supposed he could relate… The pain of loss was nothing new to him.

Esenaij’s attention had gone to the first customer that had approached his stall. There was no time to get lost in the past and reflect on it; business had officially started.

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #my writing #ffxiv oc #oc: esenaij sagahl #oc: bayarmaa sagahl #oc: turakina sagahl #oc: jaliqai sagahl #au ra xaela #xaela headcanons #xaela sagahl #NTK:Chronicles #cw: death #cw: character death

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lightphieric · 10 months

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Virtue's Last Record: Dramatic Fanatic

Summary: Alice can no longer keep up her facade. Title from the Cuphead OST. CWs: Suicidal thoughts (courtesy of Radical-6) AO3

Hazily, she helped Sigma wrestle the scalpel away from Quark. It would be the last heroic thing Alice ever did.

She would be the first to admit that her hard and nonchalant air was for Clover’s benefit. Appearances were important to keep up in front of a junior agent; especially when they were as volatile as Clover, they needed a model of how to comport themselves in a stressful situation. What Alice would never admit was that appearances mattered as much to her personally as they did professionally. If she were to let it show how terrified she was every second of every day, she would be written off as a hysterical woman. A mad liability. Discarded, unable to do the work she needed to do to avenge her father.

Well, now she was hysterical and mad. The lucid part of her brain was too busy chastising herself to stop herself from launching into a tirade. The air around her was slow and stale and warped, and the part of her that couldn’t handle shit like this was stuck on Luna’s diagnosis. Radical-6, Radical-6. A viral infection, previously unknown to the world that somehow had a name and a comprehensive list of symptoms already. If that didn’t reek of a bioweapon, then what had she been training for?

Not this, it would seem. She was too late to do anything now. The virus was out. A child had it – evidence, perhaps, that the small and weak would be the first to go.

Alice didn’t just work for SOIS to find her father. She didn’t work there just because it was the right thing to do, or the job she was most suited for. She didn’t even do it to grant young people with potential, like Clover, a chance to live up to that potential. Maybe that was how it started. But no, the reason she worked there still was because a world ruled over by the terrorists was not a world worth living in. She certainly didn’t want to live there. She was selfish, saving the country and world all for herself.

Scalpel in hand, she declared to the other Nonary Game participants her selfish intentions. She probably gave them a good scare, too, with her talk of terrorists. In her mind, this was good. The others would have motivation to follow her example. For now, they just stared, shifting back and forth on their feet at a dizzying pace. Alice screamed her despair so loud her vocal cords fried, and no one bothered to stop her until she was halfway out the infirmary door.

The different parts of her body were not connected anymore, that much was clear. The incoherent screaming in her head, her sweaty hand clutching the scalpel, and her tripping feet all had their own motives. Her feet still seemed to be guided by the stoic secret agent in her, carrying her to a place where the air might calm her down: the garden.

She steadied herself next to the big tree in the center of the room, taking in the green and the brown and the blue, all of which she knew was artificial but which a human disease could never touch. Even something like that carefully cultivated vegetable garden would grow unchecked and wild if the people who usually tended to it were to suddenly despair and up and kill themselves…

That shit might have been comforting to the bleeding hearts. To a woman of objectivity like Alice, it was still a horrible thought. Nature surviving was all well and good, but a world full of plants would be missing all the things that made humanity beautiful: love, art, knowledge. Consciousness.

Call it selfish. But would any of this beauty matter anymore if Alice wasn’t around to experience it?

The symptoms (were they symptoms? Oh God) receded for just the briefest moment of doubt. Alice’s hand went slack, releasing the scalpel as she fell beside it at the base of the tree. She retreated so deeply into her tears that it might have looked like she passedvlr out.

And when Phi found her, that was exactly what Alice faked. She had been just about to get up and find a more appropriate place to do the deed, somewhere that matched the gloom and emptiness she foresaw befalling the world. But the others didn’t need to know that. She had ruined her reputation enough for one day.

#zero escape #alice vlr #fanfiction #my writing #virtue's last reward #vlr spoilers #suicide tw

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