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fuckingloginwall · 1 year

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✎ I Love My Selves

✴ Post-Standard Imposter AU ft. Your Self-Insert (or at least one of them)

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One second Teyvat was drooling for your death, the next you were the most beloved deity in the world.

Pretty hard to believe the latter given your first impression of this nightmare, one you'll never wake up from.

Said nightmare was constantly proclaiming it's love for you, right after trying to kill you . . . Yeah you've seen enough horror to know where this is going.

But all humans need to be loved.

You'll never turn to Teyvat for that, and nobody from Earth can fill in that role, nor will your trauma let you reassure yourself, so what do you do?

Practice self-love, but with extra steps.

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⌡ 🔏 Reader from Faraway, be on guard, Cults, Religious Themes, and Mentioned Execution, are features of these pages. ⌠

⌡ 🔏 Do come and tell me if there are any other details I have failed to alert thee of . . . ⌠

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The Crowning Of The True Creator, a seven-day-long festivity all of Teyvat was celebrating alongside the execution of the Imposter.

It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, one of prayer and salvation for Teyvat after daring to obey the Fake. One where you and your creations would forgive and forget, pushing aside the past and making way for a glorious future.

Or it was supposed to be.

Predictably, gods—or at least those human enough—never forgive and never forget something as wretched as witch hunts and attempted lynching.

You know this better than anyone else.

And as if that wasn't enough you were declared The Creator, the creator of a universe coded and drawn by the hands of a corporation you had no part in.

And all of this because of some funky gold blood in your veins? Bah! It was all bullshit!

You were no imposter and you were no creator, but because of your flesh and blood, nooobody believe you.

So all you could do was smile and nod. Smile and nod to the every word of these cultists, your captors.

It was during one song speaking of your alleged Infinity Powerful Abilities™️ that you couldn't help but wonder . . .

. . . that yeah, you have no powers, but what if you did? What's the harm in trying out?

During a heavenly break from the masses, in the privacy of your gilded cage, you poured all your focus into trying to create a special somebody. Somebody you did create.

And create you did.

There they were in front of you, your self-insert, made from your personality and your desires. Somebody you lived through.

And the best part is that they understood you, were bearable (maybe even better!), and you freaking enjoyed their presence, flaws be damned (or even welcomed)! even those you hated in yourself and everyone else

For the rest of the week you two were glued to the hip, conversing with one another and doing as you wished. Never mind the cultists you had to please and expectations to meet! You had a friend to be besties with!

For your Self-Insert it was a realization—to say the least—that they didn't exist before you brought them here. Their memories and stories, their world, those they knew, everything was just fiction you dreamt up. Once upon a time they weren't real!

But they were real now, and your the reason why.

And you were somebody who lovingly made them, lived the unreal reality alongisde them. Someone who handpicked each part of their every being and loved the gestalt for what it was.

Not the forgone past. Not the potential future. The current now.

You poured your soul into them, brought to them to life—

"—and the universe said 'I love you because you are love.'" Recited your creation to whoever it was they humored.

'And so too was the universe loved' they'd think to themselves, but Teyvat purged that certainty from you. Nevermind the past. Just as you had, they would lend the same love given to them. Love you held for them, and thus yourself. After all . . .

Those stupid Allogenes may have been your characters to play with once upon a time, but they were your real Vessel, one whose very being was a part of you, and nothing could change that . . .

Your self-proclaimed Acolytes would watch with envy. Was it shameful to hold such a grudge towards something tailormade, so trusted, so perfect for such a purpose?!?! Yes. Yes it was.

But how are the creations of a forgotten body ever to compare to an art piece, that of the current self?

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Comment below any "[they] would not fucking say [or do] that" moments you experienced while reading this one lol

A break away from my own Imposter AU.

Reader assumes that since they didn't actually participate in making Genshin Impact, only seemed to have Gold blood to make them stand out, and zero memories of any past life, that they weren't really special, just unlucky enough to be the product of the cult's obsessions but that wasn't the case lol.

So yeah, since you're stuck here, might as well make the most of it and see if you truly have powers to make and break

You have the power indeed! You use it to make your Self-Insert real and break the hearts of Teyvat once again!

Why have a cult that tried to kill you when you can have your Self-Insert with you instead?

You're SI's thoughts on you? obvs they have some love for you, but what kind of love that is, is up to you.

Also you consider your SI your only creation lmao

Anyways worldbuilding

The Crowning is an event every nation spends seven days celebrating, and The Creator attends the main event in a different nation each day. So for example, Day 1: Mondstadt, Day 2: Liyue, etc., etc..

Lots of fighting on what order the Creator's visits would go in. It's whatever you imagine.

For the most part Teyvat pray, sacrifices and gives offers to the Creator. Partakes in purification rituals to be cleansed of sin (cuz of the Imposter Hunt and Imposter being deemed the Creator) and spends the rest of the day celebrating the Creator's descent.

But the day the Creator is in the nation? It's all jubilation and sky-high celebration. That's when the celebration of the Nation peaks and everyone is trying to at least get a glance of the Creator. The next day they presume as scheduled afterwards.

Once reader's Self-Insert comes into being and is brought into public eye, word spreads fast, especially to the next nations the duo is to visit.

Opinions are split.

Because during the event, the Creator has personally created a being, somebody who takes up all their attention, giving less attention than before to their worshippers, favoring them just like that.

The nations before this are glad to have more acknowledgement from the Creator than the nations yet to be visited due to the SI's abscence.

Others are estatic that the Creator's newest creation is going to bless the nation with their pressence, and revere the Creation almost as much as The Creator. Others are salty that the Creator made their Creation after leaving their nation.

Some don't complain about the Creator's Creation. For one, Teyvat irreversibly hurt the Creator, and it makes sense for them to turn to another Creation they could actually trust. The favoritism was inevitable.

Or maybe they think something else.

#✎ my creations #✎ I Love My Selves #gicau #genshin impact cult au #reader insert #gender neutral reader #genshin imposter au #tw cults #tw religious themes #tw mentioned execution #tw obsessive behavior #sagau #DAMN YOU GUYS RLY LIKE THIS ONE /POS

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skitter-kitter · 5 months

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👀👀👀👀 (release the wips skitty 🔫)

Okay so here’s a fic I wrote like 8k of a few months ago. It’s called “Wrath” and it’s an au where while Hoopa is out of control during the villain arc it accidentally kills Lear so it teams up with Colress to bring him back to life. It’s dark so the snippet’s under the cut.

Colress came back into the room with a long bed and some odd medical things in tow. His expression was focused and his mind was only on what was in front of him, so Hoopa didn’t dare try and interrupt him. “Put him here, I’ll attach some monitors so I can see his vitals as we do this.” Hoopa skimmed over his mind again, checking to make sure he didn’t intend for this to hurt Lear.

He intended to push Hoopa as far as it would go to bring Lear back; he was ready to sabotage equipment, alert others to the situation, and see how far Hoopa’s “mental state” would make it go. Whatever. The deity didn’t care. He wasn’t hurting Lear, so it didn’t matter what his intentions were. It put him down on the bed and allowed Colress to hook him up. None of the vitals looked good, they were all low and… bad.

“Do you have any special ideas for resurrecting him?” Colress asked, stripping Lear’s coat and shirt off of him. He was having trouble with the clothes, they stuck to him like stubborn burrs. Hoopa didn’t offer to help. “I can get electricity into his brain to start that up and have some strategies to try and restart his heart, but anything beyond that is up to you.” He paused, turning to stare at Hoopa with an accusing stare. “You have to give me everything you can. You caused this. You killed him.”

Hoopa knew Colress was only trying to get it to snap; that was the only thing that kept it from lifting a hand and turning him into red paste. The mythical pokémon turned its head questioningly, a sadistic grin forming. Colress’ mind was suddenly overrun with memories of humans burning alive. What an odd coincidence.

Give me everything, Hoopa told him once he recovered.

It thought for a long while over everything that could possibly assist in the resurrection process and begrudgingly came to the conclusion that the best thing it could do for Lear was to call in an old favor. It lifted a hoop into the air and issued a command to a being it had controlled hundreds of times over— mostly for pranks, but there had been one occasion where it had helped Hoopa in eradicating Arborvitae’s killers. Could it still depend on the deity it had once puppeted into constant battles, forcing it to partake in wars it had no interest in?

It wasn’t that Hoopa felt bad for its actions; it only felt remorse at the thought that its past actions might affect Lear’s chances of being revived.

Regardless of whether it genuinely believed the legendary pokémon would assist it, Hoopa opened a portal to it. It didn’t force the pokémon to fly through, didn’t force it to obey its commands.

Through time and space, through reality and everything in-between, Hoopa sent a message to the god of rebirth: Ho-Oh.

Please, assist me.

After a few seconds, a glowing feather floated down from its portal and landed on Lear’s unmoving chest.

#skitty asks #villruu #skitty fics #this fic is one of my favorites #I love diving into how deeply fucked up Hoopa is from being alive for so long

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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🌴🌞Chasing Summer🌴🌞 - A Milestone Event

this moment came sooner than i planned! i never expected more than a few followers for this little trashy fanfiction blog, so 104 is more than a tired caribbean girl like me could expect. thank you everyone who has read a fic (or two or three), given a little heart away, or reblogged. thank you thank you thank you! although im sure all writers can agree we write because we want to share stories, knowing that someone out there enjoys little pieces of our minds bring its own brand of joy.

let me not prattle on for too long--i present to my followers 🌴🌞 Chasing Summer🌴🌞 a 100 follower event! i'll be writing drabbles & ficlets/scenarios for the following fandoms: Bleach, JJK, One piece and Obey Me!

i have been meaning to write Obey Me! fanfic and i guess now would be a good a time as any.

please make sure to check out my rules before you request. all rules still apply.

i have compiled a group of prompts to pick from, after racking my brain for some kind of theme that i wanted to do. i have gone with a "cliché trope/au" theme. the categories for this one are: cliché romance trope/au, one liners, three word prompts, genre and july prompts (credit: deity-prompts). please choose one cliche trope/au, and either one prompt from the one liners, three word prompts or july prompts, and of course your preferred genre.

if you have a character and a trope in mind but can't pick a prompt that's fine, just let me know if you want me to choose for you.

example: "hey! i wonder if can request ❀ fluff megumi with Fairytale AU with three word prompt: time, mouse, clock"

the event will run from 07/08/22 until 08/31/22.

current status: open

a set of rules

i. please choose only one character per request. i won't be able to write multiple characters at my pace of writing but feel free to request again once i have completed your request. ii. if you want to request again that is absolutely fine but consider giving different characters a chance! iii. please let me know if you have a preferred gender in mind, or if there are particular things you don't want to be written iv. i'm not writing smut for underage characters. v. naturally, most of my work is not meant for minors so minors please don't interact.

now let's go go! enjoy the summer heat~~🌞

genre:

❀ fluff

💔 angst

👄 smut

Cliche Romance AU Tropes:

Coffee Shop AU

Arranged Marriage

Accidental Pregnancy

Person A has amnesia, so Person B takes them in

Secret vigilante/hero AU

Athlete/Sports AU

Meeting at a best friend’s wedding

Billionaire CEO love interest type romance

Blackmail

Office Enemies to Rivals to Lovers AU

Older female love interest, younger male love interest

Fairytale AU

Fake Engagement

Fling/One Night Stand that turns complicated

Friends to Lovers

Forbidden Love (NOT INCEST)

Classic Love Triangle

Maid Romance AU

Marriage of Mutual Convenience AU

Matchmaker gets struck by cupid AU

December/Winter Love

Summer Love

Mistaken Identity

Opposites Attract

Playboy Falls Hard for the one person who doesn’t want him trope

Protector/Bodyguard Trope

Revenge but love gets in the way trope

Royalty AU

Runaway Bride/Groom

Secret/Lost Heir

Secret Billionaire

Time Travel AU

Soulmates AU

Slow Burn

Unrequited Love

Widow(er)

One Liners:

They had to make sure that none of their colleagues noticed

They'd only been apart for a week and already he had a new lover hanging off his arm

She had no intention of choosing sides until she was sure who was going to win

He was older than she'd thought he would be

He hadn't seen the old man since

When her father was drunk, he'd say 'I used to have a brother, you know', and get a faraway look in his eyes

With her faded dress and worn shoes, she knew she couldn't go

The horse came back alone

Why shouldn't they help themselves, after the way they'd been treated?

The pen hadn't been worth stealing

She will be the darkness in my life.

All the fallen gods were laughing.

Justice is a woman.

To save his own life, he would have to kill

There was a strange wailing sound coming from the next room

Three words prompts:

Leg, telephone, social

Fashionable, leader, sleep

Letter, sickness, recovery

Dorm, infect, slap

Worm, theater, situation

Bench, combination, bang

Confine, experienced, civilization

Silence, child, equip

Treat, clock, smoke

Dismiss, potential, deny

Patience, money, dice

chaos bridge cake

anxiety necklace locket

intimacy water pencil

calm fruit river

July Prompts (by deity-prompts):

Breaking control

Miniature acts of rebellion

“I give the orders here, not you.”

An impending storm

“You move with such grace. It’s . . . mesmerizing.”

“You think that’s crazy? I’ll show you crazy.”

Profit

Intimate

Deadlines

Nicotine patch

“Those colors don’t match.”

Impatience

Called at the last minute

“I don’t know why I work for them.”

A spare outfit

“It’s been hurting for a while, I think it’s serious.”

“Would you really betray me again?” “Do you really want me to answer that?”

Stained gloves

The smell of disinfectant

A rigged contest

Cliffhanger

“You won’t notice it on camera.”

Allergies

Curling irons

Stress ball

“I hate the taste of salt water.”

Confetti

A true rumor

“Since when have we used code names?”

Unpacking

An unsent postcard

#100 follower event: chasing summer #fic prompts #bleach fanfiction #jjk fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #obey me fanfiction

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genshinlearnfrench · 1 year

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Teyvat Géo Magazine édition spéciale - Voyage d'Alice à Inazuma

Original text is available via this link, the same as in the posts with words from Mondstadt and Liyue travel guides. Here are the words I highlighted from the latest travelogue by Alice:

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Le Mont Yougou - Mt. Yougou

luxuriant - luscious

pousser - to grow

à l’extrémité nord - at the north end

sanctuaire - sanctuary, shrine, temple

je suis triste à l’idée de... - I am saddened to think

comme autrefois - as in the past

ivre - drunk

j’étais loin de m’imaginer que - l never imagined that; little did I know that

saouler - to get drunk

se ridiculiser - to make a fool of oneself, to embarrass oneself

je passe pour - I look like

s'humilier - to humble oneself; to humiliate oneself

frustrant - frustrating, vexing

embêter - to bother, to mess with, to tease

un peu plus - a little more

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La Cité d’Inazuma - Inazuma City

le feu d’artifice - firework

surdité - deafness, hearing loss

frileux - chilly; cautious

diluer - to dilute, to water down

la combustion de métaux - combustion of metals

faire des essais - to experiment, to conduct tests

un gâchis - a waste, a mess

soi-disant - allegedly; so-called

c’est à n’y rien comprendre - that doesn't make any sense; I just don't understand it

discuter à propos de - to talk about

faire quelques commentaires constructifs - to provide some constructive feedback

la cerise sur le gâteau - the icing on the cake, the cherry on the cake

grincheux - grumpy, grouchy

provoquer par inadvertance - to inadvertently cause, to accidentally provoke

une aile - wing

panser - to heal, to bandage

tout de même - nonetheless, anyway

au passage - by the way, in the process

fâcheux - unfortunate

passer ses journées - to spend ones' days

expressément - specifically

ordonner à qn de faire qch - to order someone to do something

lâcher l'affaire - drop the case, abandon the process, let it go

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Tatarasuna

surplomber - to overhang

encercler - to encircle, to surround

un haut-fourneau - blast-furnace

la forge - forging, blacksmithing

le tamahagane - tamahagane (Japanese steel)

incessamment - imminently

le ponte - big shot, big deal

fabriqué à partir de - made of, crafted from

la divinité - deity, divinity

vaincre - to defeat

disposer d’un poste officiel - to have an official position

subordonné(e) - subordinate

jouir de - to benefit from

obéir volontiers - to obey willingly

froncer les sourcils - to frown

commode - comfortable, convenient

n’avoir pas de racines - to have no roots

pour la plupart - predominantly, for most

se différencier les uns les autres - to differentiate themselves from one another

entonner - to sing, to intone

le rapprochement - reconciliation

les cicatrices des brûlures à haute température - scars from high temperature burns

sans doute - probably

personnes dont les jours sont comptés - people whose days are numbered

prendre la liberté de - to take the liberty of

apporter des modifications à la configuration - to make configuration changes

la vanne - valve, gate

le panneau - panel

accessoirement - incidentally; additionally

la housse de protection - protective cover

rudimentaire - rudimentary, primitive

agréablement surpris - pleasantly surprised

fou de rage - enraged, furious

la production a chuté - production decreased, output fell

se déglinguer - to fall apart

la surchauffe - overheating

une guerre devait bientôt éclater - a war was soon to break out

subir des dégâts - to take damage

du moins - at least

selon mes critères personnels - according to my personal criteria

peut-être même que - maybe even

la survenue - occurrence

être ravi de - to be delighted with, to be excited to

leurs prédictions se révéleront fausses - their predictions will prove false

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Île de Yashiori - Yashiori Island

selon les dires de - in the words of someone, according to someone

se prémunir contre qch - to guard against something

la charabia - gibberish

lampadaire - floor lamp; street lamp

la vénération - worship

autre part - somewhere else

un récit de voyage - travelogue

restons en là pour les discussions académiques - let’s leave it for academic discussions

c'est d'un ennui - it's so boring

accueillir chaleureusement - to give a warm welcome

outre cela - moreover

qch abrite de - something is home to

un endroit animé - a lively place

la propagation - spread

contracter une maladie chronique - to develop a chronic disease

une exposition prolongée - long-term exposure

un os - bone

certes - certainly, indeed

goûteux - tasty

ces derniers temps - lately, these days

piéger - to trap

spécialement prévue à cet effet - specially provided for this purpose

être retenue par - to be restrained by

la prêtresse - priestess

le rabat-joie - killjoy

#genshin impact #french language #language learning #translation #inazuma #french vocab

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deitiesandskellies · 1 year

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Uhhhhh idk how to format a list of fics but let’s try anyway

Q fics are not on ao3 (quotev)

A fics are on ao3

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(A) Ojïshe — Ongoing

15,042 words, Mature, Violence and Death cw — Original Characters in the Don’t Starve universe, chaos ensues

(A) House of Frosted Glass — Hiatus

578 words, Mature, no warnings listed — Pocket Frogs but the mechanics are literal, frog pov

(A) Deities and Skellies — Hiatus

1,134 words, Mature, Violence cw — Handplates AU / Original Character crossover, ukagaster fic but there’s five people

(A) A Carnal Afflatus — Complete

6,717 words, Explicit, no warnings listed — Original characters fuck and there’s nothing you can do about it

(A) My Hands Grow Numb When I Think Of What’s Wrong — Ongoing

words, Teen, no warnings — NetSmartz Kids but the robots can swear and also I hate the new canon, only exists because of nostalgia

(Q) In the Woods, Ever Gazing — Ongoing

870 words, Teen, no warnings listed — Don’t Starve / Original Character crossover, there’s a Creacher in the adventure mode storyline

(Q) Beauty is Pain — Ongoing

780 words, Mature, Violence and abuse cw — Original characters and one of them is abusive

(Q) Infatuated Impulse — Ongoing

52,452 words, Mature with some Explicit chapters, no warnings listed — Original character (m) x reader (gn) scenarios

(Q) Observe Me! One Researcher to Know Them All — Ongoing

17,589 words, Mature, Prior abuse cw — Obey Me! Demon Experimentation AU, I’m gonna port it over to ao3 soon I promise

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doodlboy · 2 years

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More snake doodles, snoodles if you will

#Akdjsks #as soon as i draw an expression other than ÒwÓ i go extremely off model skdjdkd #they have brown hair in this au bc the blue looked weird w the gold #they belelele #hehe #obey me #obey me mc #snake deity au #traditional art #elliot doodles

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loweya-blog · 10 months

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Mammon Deity AU Headcanon

What does Mammon look like as a deity?

Deity: The Great Mammon

Other Titles: Father of Crows, Gilded Trickster, King of Calamity

Main Domain: Fortune/Misfortune

Old Domain: Fortune (only fortune)

Other domains: Wealth, travel, and trade

Symbolic Animal: Crows

Outfit: Black and golden silks, as if he would settle for less. Of course with plenty of chest exposure. 😉

Accessories: Golden earrings and rings

Personal Item: Goldie, his pouch that has infinite amount of grim/human currency

Old God Era

Before being outcasted, he was the deity of pure fortune.

The Old Gods (what I’m calling them for now.) had believed that deities needed to be pure good and only influence the world in purely good ways. But even before he was an outcast, Mammon struggled with this idea.

Because of his trickster personality, Mammon was too much for Michael to handle and give over to Lucifer to essentially raise.

As a deity, he would give people fortune through wealth. People would beg for him to give them luck on certain things or to give them wealth. However, sometimes Mammon gave wealth to the wrong people or at the wrong times and this ended up causing problems on Earth.

Michael would get pissed at Mammon but this was one of the few times Lucifer would stand up for him, since Mammon can’t control fate or the future.

New God Era

When he was casted out of the old god’s realms, he acquired a new domain. Misfortune.

Despite what the brothers think, the new domains they acquired were domains they were always meant to have, if they hadn’t been suppressing themselves to be pure.

He was the fastest to adapt to the new gods, though he hated how himself and his siblings were treated as not part of the new faction so he led them to fight Cerberus, which almost got them killed until Lucifer stepped in.

Now as a deity of fortune and misfortune, he’ll give people fortune in exchange for misfortune for something else.

Oftentimes he’ll be trying to outsmart those who call upon him and cheat them out of their wealth or fortunes.

However, if he takes a shine to someone, they’ll be showered in non-stop wealth and fortune.

He ended up showering a sick little girl in silks, wealth, and coins. This ultimately helped the girl but she was confused when all of this started appearing in her room. Also she wanted a toy, not a brand new racing horse.

Due to one of his schemes, he accidentally created a widely used trading route.

Though he didn’t intend to create the new silk road, he fully accepted the mortal’s new sacrifices for the trade network.

Most people blame him for their misfortunes, even when he didn’t cause it or when it happened for reasons outside of his control.

He’s gotten used to it but it still hurts internally when people only see him as a scummy god or some cause of calamity

But he does kind of like the “King of Calamity” title since it sounds badass

When pissed off, he absolutely will cause misfortune on purpose. He can make a mortal’s life absolutely miserable if they manage to piss him off. This is rare.

Usually a mortal can only do this by severely insulting one of his brothers or his dead sister.

Considered getting a crow feathered cape but the idea of crows without their feathers made him too upset to actually buy it.

He feeds a flock of crows and takes care of them. They're considered The Great Mammon's sacred crows. Nobody is allowed to touch them but him.

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amy-yumaha · 2 years

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Ideas for people that like Writing :)

Also MasterList

Twisted wonderland

[Stories]

Evillious x Escape the Nigh 0,1

{ Coming soon;) }

Her Lullaby

A Novel to Remember

Evillious! Yuu

Rich!Yuu

Deity!Yuu

{Manhwa AU}

Villainess!Yuu{female Yuu}

Your throne!Yuu{Medea}

WMMAP!Yuu{Who made me a princess Manhwa}

Agriche!Yuu {Way to protect the female Leads older brother Manhwa}

Spirit! Yuu {Into the light once again Manhwa}

Obey me

[Stories]

The Doll Director

[Ideas that I may or may not make into Stories]

Agriche!MC {Way to protect the female Leads older brother Manhwa}

Evillious! MC

Probably gonna add more in the future once I finish reading Your throne and Way too protect the female Leads older brother

#twisted wonderland #obey me #twst au #obey me au #mairimashita! iruma kun #into the light once again #your throne #who made me a princess

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godlyaffection · 3 years

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Your Fantasy || 600 Follower Event — Closed

Event Info

You will give me a character and a prompt from the list provided. In turn I will write you a fic or headcannons for that character with that prompt in mind.

All of the prompts are fantasy based, as this is a fantasy au event, so if you are looking for a non-fantasy fic it would be best to skip this event.

You may pick two different prompts, but if you do one must be from the “Dialogue prompts” and the other from the “character/Au prompts” You can NOT pick two dialogue prompts for one request. Picking one from each section may prove to be the best way to request for this event if you want something more specific to your liking, but if you want to leave it more up to me, you can chose only one prompt from either list. If you do not specify the character prompts, there is a chance that I will assign character types how I see fit. So only choosing a dialogue prompt does not mean the characters won’t fall into one of the character prompts.

Feel free to specify any other direction/ details you have in mind in the request, and I will try to put them in. Just remember this isn’t like a normal request, so if you want to be extremely specific it would be best to save it for when my normal requests are open.

Prompts and a note from me is below the cut.

Rules

- Nothing nsfw

- Specify if you want headcannons or a fic

- Please only request once for this event.

- This event I will be writing for Haikyuu, The Disastrous Life Of Saiki, My Hero Academia, Death Note, and Obey Me.

- Both male and female characters can be requested.

- And only one character per request. (This includes for headcannons in this event)

- I only write for male reader, so keep that in mind when you request.

- Do not go against any of my normal Rules when requesting

- When requesting from the Character prompts please specify who you want to represent the prompt; Ex. - Prince! Lev Haiba x Knight! Reader OR Bakugo Katsuki x Dragonborn! Reader

- Be patient with me on getting these out.

Extra

“When Does This Event Start/End?”

The event starts today (October 11) and goes on till October 15. That is 5 days, oct. 11-15. However if I receive a lot of requests, I will close the event early. Sorry in advance if that happens

“Can I Request On Anon?”

Yes, anon requests are welcome.

Prompts

Dialogue Prompts

1) “Your magic is dangerous, so please, be careful.”

2) “I won’t let anyone hurt you”

3) “So, how did someone like you end up here?”

4) “A dragons den? You want to go to a dragons den?”

5) “Can you feel my heart beating?”

6) “You are certainly a gift from the gods above”

7) “You seem to be caught in my trap.”

8) “You’re worth more than any gold in the world.”

9) “My love for you will live on forever.”

10) “Who’s that?”

11) “You’re injured, let me help you.”

Character/ Au Prompts

(In single word non-human prompts, the other character will be human. Ex. Naga Leviathan x Human reader)

1) Prince/Knight

2) Orc

3) Dragonborn

4) Naga

5) Adventurers

6) Pirate/Merman

7) Mage

8) Swordsmen

9) Elven

10) Werewolf

11) Gods or Deities

Thank you so very much for 600 Its really cool that we hit this, and I’m really glad that you all enjoy my writing. I’ve honestly been in such a fantasy mood recently, and this event is more for me than it is for anyone else, but I really hope you enjoy it none the less. I’ll be very upset if no one shows interest for this event. Thank you again for 600 all of you get the biggest smooch from me. If you have anymore questions regarding this event, do not hesitate to ask me.

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purefrostbyte · 3 years

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Beauty in Strength

Bnha Japanese Deity AU

Ungyo!Kirishima

Rating: Smut

Beauty in Strength

“…,..i,…oi,….OI!” The red haired god was awoken from his slumber by his loud and irritated partner. “Shitty Hair you can’t just sleep all the fucking time! We got shit to do, prays to answers and offerings to sort through. Do I need to remind you that there’s a war brewing down there!?” The red head looked over at the ash blonde god who scowled him and grinned, “Come on Bakugo, just getting some rest. You don’t get strength without it.” Bakugo growled at him, “Get your ass up, we’re going inside.” The redhead stretch his muscles before popping off his chair and following his partner. The temple was dark, no monks or people in sight only the orbs of prays that had been said during the day. The redhead sighed, until he noticed an offering on his table, one he was all too familiar with. “Bakugo!” he cheered as he raced to his offering table to pick up the small plate, “She came! And she left food!” The red haired god grinned before biting into the offering, moaning at the tenderness of the meat and the flavor. “She always brings you food dipshit,” Bakugo snapped as he looked through the many prayers left to him.

All of a sudden the sound of the front doors opening filled the temple and the two gods froze, what the hell was a human doing here this late? The two quickly hid as they heard soft footsteps approach and Kirishima couldn’t help the grin that settled on his face when he saw who it was. It was you, dressed in a red silk kimono and holding a plate of Yakitori on your hand. You gently placed it on his offering table before bowing and sliding down to the floor to pray. Kirishima and Bakugo watched you, curious as to why you would be at the temple this late.

“Oh God Ungyo,” you started and Kirishima cocked his head to the side, she was here this late at night to pray to him? “Please hear my prayer. I pray for strength but not the usual type.” The two gods stared at you puzzled, the hell did that mean. “I know I am just a woman, but I cannot stand by and watch my village be demolished.” Kirishima gasped, you weren’t doing what he thought you were doing…were you. “Please give me strength on the battle field to defeat my enemy and protect my home.” Kirishima and Bakugo’s jaws dropped, if the people of your village found out you were doing this, you would be put to death. “Please,” you breathed, “Please be merciful and grant me the strength I need. I care not for if I am discovered and put to death. I only care for the wellbeing of my family.” Kirishima frowned, you were willing to put your life on the line, for you family that would ultimately be the ones sentencing you to death.

You bowed once more, giving your thanks, before quickly getting up and leaving to make it back home before dawn. The two gods watched your retreating figure, one with a frown while the other shook their head. Bakugo shook his head, “She’s fucking crazy.” Kirishima looked to the offering she left him, the Yakitari that she left every time as an offering. Bakugo looked towards his godly partner, “No fucking way,” Baku said, shocked at what he was seeing. “What?” Kirishima asked, fidgeting nervously. “You can’t fore fill her prayer, it’s a fucking death wise Kirishima!” Kirishima sighed before looking in the direction you retreated in. “I have you Bakugo, even if I really don’t want to.”

The battle had been a success and your village was safe once more and it made your heart over flow with happiness. It had been weeks of fighting, of hard work and bloodshed, but finally it was over. But sadly so were you. You smiled at your family one last time, watching you siblings and parents cry as one of the generals you had fought with, and might I add whose life you had saved, lit the fire beneath you that would soon kill you. You smiled though, much to everyone’s shock, and you thank Ungyo for granting you the strength you need to protect the ones you love. You had prepared for this, you didn’t fear death and now all you waited for was for the fiery embrace of death to take you.

“Please Yaoyorozu! I’m begging you, give her soul to me!” Kirishima begged as the Goddess of creation and death held your soul. She sighed deeply, “It’s not that simple Kirishima. To keep a soul with you in the heavenly realm, well it would mean she is either your slave or a devout follower.” Kirishima yelled, “But she is Yaoyorozu! She is one of my devout followers! Her life ended because I fore fulled her prayer! Please Yaoyorozu, I need to make it up to her!!!” yaoyorozu sighed and took pity on the god of strength, she could see he felt guilty over everything. “Fine, but you must promise to take care of her,” Yaoyorozu instructed and Kirishima nodded profusely, “Of course, of course! Anything!” And that is how you landed up in the care of the God you worshipped the most.

Everything hurt, your feet burned and your lungs felt like they were on fire. You sat up, needing a glass of water desperately and your eyes scanned the room. It looked like you were in heaven, everything in the room was white and gold, the decor expensive looking and the sheets you lay on made of silk. Your eyes fell on a man with ash blonde hair, who sat in a chair a little ways away from you. He seemed to be reading a book and hadn’t noticed that you had woken. You looked down at your body and you couldn’t hold the gasp that tore from your throat. You were dressed in probably one of the most beautiful kimono’s you had ever seen, it was red with gold accents and golden loins were sown into the red fabric.

The ash blonde looked up from his book and scowled at you, causing you to shriek slightly. “Shitty Hair! She’s awake!” You cocked your head to the side out of confusion until the doors to the room flew open and rushed in came a man who made your stomach full with butterflies. He had spikey red hair, a scar just above his right that accentuated his crimson orbs. He was muscular, that you could tell because he was only wearing a pair of Hakama, leaving his torso bare for your eyes to wonder. The ash blonde tsked before getting up and leaving, yelling something about going to answer more prayers. You sucked in a breath as the red head stepped closer to you, “I’m sorry for not being here when you woke up Y/n, but the war had me very busy. I’m sure you understand.” He grinned at you and you heart felt like it could leap out of your chest. “Where….Where am I?” You asked timidly and the redhead smiled at you, “Why, you’re in my home!” You bit your lip, not the answer you were looking for. “Then…who are you?” Kirishima found the shyness in your voice and actions adorable, “I am Ungyo, God of Strength. But you can call me Kirishima, you’re currently in my house in the heavenly realm.”

Your jaw dropped, there’s no way. “No,” you said and Kirishima cocked his head to the side and laughed, “No? Sorry but it’s the truth. I answered you prayer about helping protect your village, but I knew the fate you would succumb to. So I spoke with the goddess of death and asked if your soul could reside here with me.” Kirishima smiled and your face flushed, “So your telling me that you’re the God Ungyo and that, I’m currently in the Heavenly Realm?!” You asked, shocked out of your mind. Kirishima chuckled nervously, “Yeah, basically. The guy that was in here earlier is Agyo, but you can just call him Bakugo.”

Kirishima gave you time to take in all the information given to you, he didn’t mean to overload you. He was just excited that you were awake. “Why?” you asked quietly and Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why what?” he asked and then he noticed the small wet dots on your kimono. “Why do you want me to stay here? Aren’t I a disgrace because I’m a woman who fought?” Tears stained your eyes and Kirishima’s heart broke. He had always hated it when you cried, he had followed you around since you left your first offering of Yakitari on his table. It was the first thoughtful gift he had received and he had granted your prayer instantly that day. From there he continued to watch you, and the more he did the move he fell in love with you.

“Hey,” he said softly, lifting your face to look at him, “You are no such thing. You were strong when your village need it most. If anything they made a mistake when they sent you away. Not that I’m complaining, causing now I have you all to myself!” You looked up at him with big doe eyes, you heart bounding at his last comment. “A-..All….t-o….All to you-yourself!” Your stuttering was adorable to him and he couldn’t help the almost primal grin that appeared on his face when he noticed the hint of lust and longing in your eyes. “Yip,” he whispered licking his lips before slowly pushing you back onto the bed, “All,” he was on top of you, “To,” he was leaning down, “My,” his hands were undoing the ribbon of your kimono, “Myself.” He ripped the ribbon open and with it your kimono opened to reveal yourself to him.

A gasp left your throat that was hungrily swallowed up by Kirishima as he pressed his lips to yours. Your lips were just like he imaged, soft and warm, and he couldn’t help the groan that left his lips when his hand met the soft skin of your back thigh. You let out a shaky moan, you had never been touched by a man before and the feeling of Kirishima’s large, strong hands on you was addictive. He licked at your bottom lip, wanting entrance and you obeyed. When you were alive you had given everything to the God in front of you and that translated over in death to. Ungyo held your heart, body and soul and we was free to do what he pleased with it.

The feeling of his tongue massaging yours was heavenly and you didn’t notice when you bucked your hips upwards due to the feel Kirishima was giving you. He pulled away from you with a pop, a small trail of salvia connecting your lips. Your face was nothing less of erotic. Cheeks flushed, eyes half lidded and mouth parted slightly as you panted. Kirishima groaned at the sight, “Fuck I can get use to this.”

His hand trailed up your delinquent skin and you ached your back into his touch. Kirishima’s pupils fully dilate when he hears you moan as he cups your breasts, needing them in his giant hands. You panted as he touched, wanting nothing more than to please you. The only problem was that you wanted to please him too. Your attempt to flip him over and take charge was foreseen however and soon you found yourself with your arms pinned above your head by a strong hand. “Oh no you don’t my little lion,” he nipped at your ear and you moaned, “Today, I pleasure you. After all, you did give up your life for this, let me give you a good reason baby.” His voice was low and raspy and it made your stomach coil delightfully at the promise he was making. “Please,” you whispered in a dreamy state and Kirishima chuckled, “Begging already? Fuck you are just too perfect.”

The swear word had court you off guard, but so did the finger Kirishima had now slipped into your core. You threw your head back, you had never been touched and had never touched yourself, and that made Kirishima all the more excited to claim as his forever. He slipped second finger into you and started scissoring inside you. You gasped and withered under him and all he did was watch with a smile. “Your beautiful baby, god I can’t wait to make you mine,” You mewl at his words, wanting nothing more than to be his. He then let go of your wrists working his way down your body, “Be a good girl and keep your arms there for me ok?” you nodded and did as you were told, confused as to what was about to happen.

Then Kirishima’s mouth engulfed your clit and your moaned so loudly that you were sure that if Bakugo was hear he would have heard it. Kirishima smirked against your core, loving how responsive you were to him. He continued to suck and lick at you lick, working you open and watching how you thrashed and withered because of him. “Kirishima! Kirishima Please!!” you gasped, you wanted him, wanted nothing more than to be his and be by his side. Kirishima let go of your clit and retracted his fingers, which caused you to whine at the loss of contact. “Shhh, baby,” he whispered as he shed his Hakama and aligned himself with your core. He pushed in, whispering words of comfort as you gasped and shook. It was painful, but Kirishima helped you through it and waited until you were fully adjusted.

“You…you can move,” you whispered as you panted, the feeling foreign but not unpleasant and when Kirishima started thrusting, you saw stars higher that the heavens. “Kirishima!” You gasped as your legs clamped shut around his waist. Kirishima growled and picked up his pace, determined to wreck you. “Fuck baby, that’s it. You take me so well,” he was growling in your ear, one of his hands on the back of you thigh for support while the other was lost in you mass of h/c locks. “Kiri, Kiri, Kiri,” you chanted his name like a prayer and fuck if it wasn’t everything he ever wanted. “Yes Baby, fuck. Tell me how you feel baby,” Your head tilted back as he hit a small bundle of nerves on you, “OH GOD! Kiri! Oh, I feel so good. God PLEASE!” Kirishima chuckled at you bending down to you ear to nipple playfully, “Your god’s right here Darling,” his thrusts became harder and faster as he was filled with renewed vigor, “And I ain’t letting you go baby.”

His next thrust was angled just right and you cam, his name rolling off your tongue sinfully as you screamed through the heavens. Kirishima growled and kept thrusting, prolonging your high while chasing his. He cam in you with a groan that boarder a growl and it along and the over stimulation made you cum a second time. He grinned down at you, not bothering to pull out as he wrapped you both in the silk sheets, “Sleep my little lion, you need rest.”

Dear lord was this one long. I want to make this into a AU, so there will be more with other characters. Its all loosely based on Japanese folklore, deities and spirits. I really tried my hardest and I hope you all enjoyed it

XOXO

#ungyo!kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #kirishima x reader #bnha smut #bnha #kirishima smut #bnha japanese god au

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silverscribbler · 2 years

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New Unity Series

For the past year I have been struggling to crawl uphill and I was burned out. This past week or so I have been inspired by one of my friends, @obeysalsaverde, to write for a character I had on the back burner.

The worldbuilding is ongoing, and I have been taking it as an opportunity to do what I’ve wanted with the Obey Me characters. I’ve struggled for so long with actually just doing what I have wanted to, write what I wanted to write, and while that anxiety persists, I have chosen to just do it. I don’t know if this means I’ll be doing more on Tumblr yet, Muse and I have so much happening and we both want to redo our Tumblr skins, but I am being more active on a new story.

Rated E for it’s explicit content, Unity, Trust, and Imperfect Balance is written for Salsa and myself. I’m writing to have fun again, and I really enjoy that. So if you don’t mind reading an alternate au, with deities walking among their creations and the creations of others, please take a peak at it! Tags below the break!

The following are some tags I would like to warn you about as well:

Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Relationships to be Explored- They’re not related in this AU. Period.

Diavolo/Lucifer

Barbatos/Diavolo

Barbatos/Lucifer

Barbatos/Diavolo/Lucifer

Asmodeus/Satan

Lucifer/Mammon

Asmodeus/Solomon

Beelzebub/Diavolo

Barbatos & Diavolo

Beelzebub/Belphegor

Leviathan/Mammon

Main Character/Not Luke

Misc Tags - More Tags Will Be Added

Alternate Universe - Canon

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD

Psychological Trauma

Conditioning

Non-Sexual Intimacy

Non-Sexual Submission

Non-Sexual Bondage

BDSM

Main Character is a Deity in the Making

Main Character is Royalty

Eventual Sex

Slow Burn

Established Relationship

Polyamory

Worldbuilding

Other Supernatural Beings Exist

Vampires

Werewolves

Monsters

Dissociation

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder

Angst and Fluff and Smut

Angst and Tragedy

Hurt/Comfort

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onenerdtwonagas · 3 years

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((So I got the idea of an au where Orpheus and Uriah meet because the pantheon is still worshipped and occasionally, human tributes are offered. Whether it’s for pleasure or sacrifice is up to the deity in question. Uriah is forced into being his society’s offering. What does the god want with him?))

“Move it.”

Uriah stumbled as he was shoved forward, his wrists bound tightly in front of him. One of the elders pulled him along like a dog on a lead, the other prodding him from behind as the line of offerings to the god moved on. He hadn’t volunteered for this; they’d picked him to avoid sending one of their more ‘valuable’ members of their society.

‘What will it matter to the god?’ they had mused. ‘If a god wants a sacrifice or a plaything, it won’t make a difference whether they’re high born or not. They’ll be glad for a body either way.’

Uriah stared down at the ropes around his wrists, so tight they burned into his skin. He didn’t want to be there. He knew others volunteered for such positions, but he had no grand illusions of a being of higher power being interested in him beyond a ritual or base need, as the elders had surmised. He’d likely be dead by the following morning.

Maybe that was alright. Maybe, after years of endless work and abuse, death would be a peaceful release. Supposing the god didn’t want to make him suffer for it...

“Next.”

Perhaps if he remained calm and obedient, the god would grant him at least a quick and painless passing—

“Next!”

“Pay attention and move, wretch!”

He almost choked as the rope around his throat pulled tight, yanking him forward.

“What offering do you bring to the Night God?”

“A living tribute,” the leading elder answered.

A nymph with ethereally pale skin looked down at him. They seemed to contemplate the young man for a moment before sweeping an arm forward into the temple.

“The god will decide whether to accept your offering or not. Proceed.”

Uriah swallowed thickly as he was moved inside, lined up amongst other living tributes. Some wore ornate robes or jewels. Their skin and hair were pristine. Nobility. They scoffed down at him and turned up their noses, all seemingly assured they would be chosen instead. It didn’t matter much to him; either way, he resigned himself to one form of discomfort or another.

Nymphs lined the sides of the pillared hall, organizing the material offerings already given. Ornate fabrics, pelts of rare animals, jewels, precious metals, heavy tomes and so many other things that Uriah couldn’t identify. His gaze slowly traveled from the nymphs and their duties to the throne on the other end of the hall, and he felt a chill run through him.

There sat the night god, in all his splendor and strength. Orpheus, he was called. His powerful body looked so elegantly poised as he occupied his throne upon the tiered steps, his glistening scales draping over them and seeming endless in their length.

“Your living tributes, my lord,” a nymph announced to him.

The god peered down with his head propped up by one hand, cool, luminous eyes scanning every mortal that was presented before him. He didn’t seem to have a terribly strong interest in any one of them in particular—

The quiet of the hall was disturbed by a short yelp as Uriah was forced forward, stumbling to his knees.

“Kneel before your god, boy!”

“Quiet in the presence of our lord,” one of the god’s servants barked, but Orpheus held up a hand to silence him.

He rose from his throne and descended the stairs, his four clawed hands folded behind his back as he began a closer inspection. Yes, yes, they were all very pretty...but were any of them of any real substance? Was there something more to them than appearances? How many times had he picked a tribute for them to merely be greedy and vain? Too many. Far too many. In truth, he was tired of such offerings, but when people insisted on sending them...

He paused at the end of the line, looking down at a fragile-looking man on his knees and his head hung low. The elders shrank back as he lingered, his eyes flickering to them in a form of silent question.

“H-He was a servant to the scholars of our citadel, my lord,” one of them stammered. “We have no nobles to offer, but we hoped he would please you.”

Orpheus merely blinked at them, his face expressionless. They fidgeted and took another step back. His eyes slid to the ropes on the man’s neck and wrists. It seemed a little much; he wasn’t exactly built to fight, so preventing him from fleeing wouldn’t have been hard. Perhaps the men were simply cruel.

“You.”

Uriah flinched.

“Look at me.”

He trembled slightly, his gaze flickering up before his nerves overcame him and he stared back down at the stone floor. Star-speckled scales came into his field of vision as the end of the god’s tail slid across the floor and curled beneath his chin, lifting his head properly. It slithered up along the side of his face and pushed his hair back and away from his eyes.

“That’s better.”

Uriah winced, suddenly aware of the raw strength this being possessed. He stared up at the god in helpless silence, watching his eyes wander over him. The god’s vision lingered on his bindings once more, and Uriah let his gaze drop in shame.

“...You will do,” the god said quietly. Even so, his voice had a power of its own. As the other tributes began voicing their protest, the god snapped his head in their direction and growled. He glowered at them, eyes piercing.

“Silence. Leave.”

The god turned to his servants.

“I will take no more offerings today. See that the others are sent away.”

Uriah let out the air he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding in his lungs. The god chose him? Out of so many other more beautiful people?

The tail that had held his chin released him and instead curled loosely around the end of the rope tied to his neck. The god beckoned to him with a hand, but did not pull.

“Come with me.”

Uriah stared at him, hesitant. He glanced back over his shoulder as the nymphs ushered out the last of the other mortals. He was alone, left to whatever fate waited for him. The god didn’t speak, but repeated the gesture for Uriah to follow. He couldn’t very well disobey a god.

Uriah remained silent and did his best to avoid stepping too close to Orpheus’s tail as it wound along behind him through the halls of the temple. He tried not to let his mind wander, but that only made him more tense. It was ridiculous; he’d consoled himself with the idea of death not even an hour before. Why was he so afraid it then?

At last, the god led him into a room far away from the reception hall, quiet and unoccupied by any others, not even the god’s nymph servants. Uriah swallowed thickly as he briefly observed what he assumed was Orpheus’s personal chambers. He felt himself shaking as the god gestured to a flat stone near the wall.

“Sit.”

Uriah obeyed. The god watched him for a moment, then approached. He held the loose rope that hung from the man’s neck contemplatively, and then brought a second clawed hand close to his throat.

“W-Wait!”

The god froze and blinked at him, perplexed. Uriah stared up at him pleadingly.

“If... I-If you’re going to kill me, just—just please make it quick,” he stammered. “I-I’m not afraid of dying, but...I d-don’t want it to hurt...”

Orpheus continued to look at him blankly. Dumbfounded, even. The hand that hovered near Uriah’s throat remained still a moment more. It rose and stroked through Uriah’s hair, and down to rest against his cheek. Uriah squeezed his eyes shut and stifled a whimper, and then...

He felt the rope fall away from his throat. The god’s palm dropped from his face. Uriah hesitantly opened his eyes again, looking up at the god uncertainly.

“That’s one. Now, about these...”

Orpheus’s used two hands to cradle Uriah’s, the other pair feeling the knots for weak points. The human barely dared to breathe.

“You...Y-You’re not going to kill me?”

“Of course not. What in heaven’s name gave you that idea? Now hush. Let me get these off of you.”

“I-I don’t under—“

“Unless you fancy the idea of me accidentally cutting your wrist open and you bleeding out, dear one, quiet would be appreciated,” Orpheus sighed dryly. Uriah held his tongue.

The god’s claws deftly cut through the cords, one at a time, until the final binding slipped loose to the floor. Uriah felt relieved to no longer feel them digging into his skin, but the mildly bloody marks weren’t exactly pleasant to look at. Orpheus tutted.

“They had no need to be so cruel to you...”

Uriah inhaled sharply as his wounds were touched and instinctively pulled away, but Orpheus held him in place. He lowered himself and placed a hand over each wrist.

“Shhh. Be still.”

Whatever language he murmured, Uriah didn’t understand it. It flowed like water and whispered like the hissing of a serpent. It was soothing. Lyrical, almost. Orpheus moved his hands and bent his face down towards Uriah’s injuries, uttered several more lilting words, and kissed his skin. Uriah shivered as a chill ran through him, up from his injuries and to his core. The cuts in his wrists sealed themselves shut as both of them watched.

“W-W-What was th-that?” he asked through chattering teeth.

“Magic,” Orpheus answered simply, satisfied with his work and rising. He slid over to a massive pile of cushions and woven blankets, and tossed a few aside before deciding on a weaving made from bright threads and brought it to Uriah, draping it around his shoulders.

“The chill will wear off soon.”

Uriah grasped the edges of the blanket and pulled it tighter around himself as the god situated himself across from him, using his coils for a seat. He couldn’t bring himself to look at him. Orpheus watched in silence for a few moments.

“Now, what made you think I would kill you, hmm?”

Uriah fiddled with the fibers of the blanket.

“You may speak freely; I won’t harm you.”

“...Well, I-I know that’s w-what some gods want. S-Sacrifices,” he answered, still shivering. “A-And compared to the others, I-I-I’m not really much to...t-to look at, so... F-Figured that was the o-o-only use you’d h-have of me.”

Orpheus cocked his head.

“You sell yourself short. Perhaps I find you aesthetically pleasing. Are you saying I have bad taste?”

“N-N-No, my lord, I-I didn’t mean—“

“Orpheus.”

Uriah looked at him.

“You can call me by name, dear one. I give you permission.”

His smile was kind, and patient. Uriah felt the warmth of the blanket finally beginning to help. Still, he folded his arms around himself and tucked the blanket against him tightly.

“I-I’m just a servant. I n-never had any say.”

“Were you brought by force, then?”

The man nodded.

“I see.”

Orpheus thought in silence. He gazed at the bundled mortal across from him, taking in his freckled skin and red, curled hair, and his vibrant but gentle green eyes. There was a humble sincerity about him that was oddly endearing. He could see himself growing fond of this one, doting on him in ways he wasn’t used to... It had been an awfully long time since he’d had a companion.

“I don’t believe you told me your name, dear one?”

“Uriah.”

“Uriah,” Orpheus repeated, testing it on his tongue. A soft name. A sweet name.

“Well, Uriah, suppose I have an offer for you. I am not in need of sacrifices, but of company. I’ve been alone for some time, now, and as I haven’t found anyone new on my own, I thought that, perhaps, accepting tributes would be one way to do it.”

“Oh. That’s...something.”

Orpheus rose from his coils and knelt in front of him. But even lowered as he was, he still looked directly into Uriah’s face with ease. He placed a hand on the mortal’s knee.

“But I am no tyrant. I will not keep you here if you do not want to be here. Do you have a home you would like me to return you to?”

Uriah grimaced and shook his head.

“No. I was separated from my family some time ago.”

“My condolences.”

“You... You’d really want me here?” Uriah asked, looking at him with doubt. “I’m not sure I can offer you what you want. I-I don’t even know what a being like you would want with someone like me...”

Orpheus turned his hand over.

“Give me your hand, Uriah, so I can make a promise to you.”

Uriah’s hand wriggled free from the blanket and rested in Orpheus’s palm. He placed a second hand over the man’s, stroking the back of his hand with his fingertips.

“I promise that as long as you are here, as long as it pleases you, you will have every comfort. In exchange for your company, I will give you my protection and my affections. I will never harm you; if I touch you and you do not wish to be touched, I will stop. You’ll never need to fear me. I promise, on my honor as a god.”

Warmth rose to Uriah’s cheeks as Orpheus held his hand and stared up at him, soft and serious all at once. He hadn’t ever been offered even a fraction of what this god was giving him. His chest fluttered.

“If... If you really mean that, then... I’ll stay.”

Orpheus smiled and bent his head to kiss Uriah’s hand. The tingling left behind wasn’t the chill of magic, but pleasant warmth. The god rose and brushed a hand through his hair.

“Very well. I will inform my nymphs so they can prepare space for you. You’ll be needing new clothes as well, I can imagine.”

“Th-Thank you.”

His claws combed through Uriah’s hair once more, and he turned to go.

“Umm... O-Orpheus?”

“Yes?”

“I-I-I haven’t, uh, that is... I...haven’t ever been with a...a-a man...before,” Uriah stammered, his face burning. “W-With anyone, a-a-actually...”

The god blinked, and then smiled with a soft chuckle. The end of his tail curled playfully beneath Uriah’s jaw.

“All things in due time, dear one,” he said gently. “Let’s get to know one another first.”

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