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captainmvf · 3 months

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OCs and what their Fossil Fighters vivosaur team would be bc I am bored and have brain worms-

Hi! This is exactly what the title says. This is also going to get a bit long. Also these are just the ones off the top of my head, I'll come back to this again if I have more Thoughts.

Carta Mantua:

Tried to get some space-themed and white-colored vivos in here but her ace would be a T-Rex Lord with a Silver Leg Alectro and a Silver Body Aopteryx for support. I'll also give her a Frontier Coatlus and Papygon.

Golden Time

A mix of time-themed vivos and some regal eastern ones. She would love sauropods. Frontier Toba would be her ace. Silver Arm Krona and a Ryden for support.

X YZ

Tried to get in some good support vivosaurs and wishing star motifs. I think small triceras would be her favorite. Silver Head Proto, Silver Head Mihu, and Frontier Ajka would be a great team.

Ice Flame

Needed that mix of fire and ice for her so she's getting a Yango, Silver Head Jiango, and Silver Body Kentro team. She'd not much of a believer in ace vivosaurs so she balances out her team into any and all formations.

Fire Angel

I wanted to give her a whole team of fire birds but they can't fly so she's getting fire type pterasaurs! Frontier Ptera JP and Silver Leg Sungari for support. Dimorph Ace would be her ace (haha). She's blind and not too picky on colors so she would choose miraculous fossils by how powerful it would make her vivosaur.

Candy Corn Vampire

No bat vivos. :( Sad! Anyway, tried to get some funky Halloween ones. A Breme and Silver Head Hopter for support. His ace is the Silver Body Zino of course of course.

Oblivion Starlight

She was really hard to pin down, but I decided to make her a Neutral specialist. Silver Head Brachio, Silver Head Mihu, and a Penta would be her main team, but she'd also have a Neo and Silver Body Tophis on rotation.

Deathly Toll Bells

There are no Greek vivos to add but she would have a Seidon. A Silver Head Stygi and a Frontier Mapo would also be on her team. She'd also have Kaishin up her sleeve if she wanted a serious battle.

Lady Law

She'd try to make a balanced team I'd say. No clear ace but she'd have a Paki, Silver Body Dikelo, and Silver Head Tanstro. I wanted her to have some 'weird' vivos.

Perenelle

I think Perry would enjoy a team of little guys to be her little helpers. Compso and Coelo for support and a Dacerus for her ace. She's not big on silver fossils, only gold ones.

Däe

Gave them a unicorn as their ace: Omias. Silver Head Parium and a Silver Arm Elasmoth for support. Didn't want to give them a dream/sleep themed team so much but I think they should have a Silver Head Jara, Silver Arm Nigo, and a Squirth in rotation.

Mary Blüde

She would most like get a 'patchwork' team that wouldn't look like it matches at first but actually has great support. A Silver Leg Tro and a Hibigon would be on her support. For a touch of regality she can have a Giga Allo for an ace. She always keeps her ace in the front like an axe so it can always deal heavy blows. She'd get a Lythro along the way.

Scarlet Frost

Water type specialist all the way! The more icy the better. Silver Arm Thalasso would be a good pick. Silver Leg Oloro would also be a good support and Frontier Cryo would be her ace.

Demigod

Went with a punk theme and vivos that had a 'metal' aesthetic going on. Her ace would be a Silver Leg Cheirus and she would also have a Silver Body Breme. Later on she would be able to get an O-Raptor Fiend and Diplo.

MVF

Had to really scratch my head but I decided to give her a team of 'underdogs' for theming. A Silver Body Shanshan and a V-Raptor for support and an Aeros as her ace. I wanted all her vivos to be capable of super evolving, but the Shanshan was perfect for theming and the whole Tarbo/classification situation fits well with her story.

Aries

No goat vivos so she's getting a full fire team! She'll have a Guan as her ace and a U-Raptor and Peloro for support. She'd try to make all three balanced.

Ti Gold

No prehistoric bears- Sad! Let's give them a Silver Head Megath, B-Brachio, and Frontier F-Raptor. I also think she would be able to make a team out of Z-vivosaurs.

Madeleine Marionette

I really wanted to give her a deer but I went more with her fear-inducing color pallet and nature. She gets a Megalo of course of course and a Silver Head Krypto. Let's also give her a Silver Arm Nasaur for cute factor.

Mike

He needs a creepy team full of Z- and B-vivos in my opinion but I think realistically he should have the 'average' kind of vivosaurs. So let's give him a Spinax as his ace and Edapho and Stego for support.

Valentina

She gets an unruly Titanis for her ace and two tanky vivosaurs for support: a Silver Head Pachrino and a Tricera. She'd super evolve her Tricera given the chance.

Moroko

Going to give him a 'dog' vivo and make his team based more on his three friends (Shiela, Yippee!, and Ghostworx). The easy answer would have been to give him three Dinomatons. He'd have a Silver Head Hoplo as his ace and a Silver Arm Orno and a Silver Head Dunkle.

Suiuus

Creepy deer all the way. Silver Body Ceros and a Silver Head Synthos for support. I'm also giving them a B-Rex.

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staardustkisses · 6 months

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guys, i have a confession to make

so y’know in the revue of souls, the moment when maya lost and was looking at claudine in the picture frame?

the first time i watched the movie, i thought that the burning cross as it fell into the abyss symbolised that they were going to hell bc some people believe/claim that gay people are going to hell, and maya saying claudine is beautiful was an admission of her feelings and therefore they are homos… 😭😭😭 i’m so sorry for completely missing the mark in that moment

#revue starlight #shoujo kageki revue starlight #gekijouban revue starlight #gekijouban shoujo kageki revue starlight #maya tendou #claudine saijou #mayakuro #guys please don’t smite me into oblivion for this #it was an honest mistake i swear #and i’m so embarrassed that that’s what i thought it meant

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piratesandprincessesdotnet · 3 months

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Spirit Halloween and Fun.Com Has Affordable Kingdom Hearts Keyblades For Sale

We are big fans of Kingdom Hearts at my house. In fact, our daughter Kairi was named after the game. So when I saw that Spirit Halloween has two amazing Keyblades for sale, and Fun.com also has several, I wanted to share with our fellow fans! Right now, Spirit Halloween has two Keyblades for sale. One is the popular Pumpkinhead Keyblade, and the other is the Starlight Keyblade. Fun.com has…

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#Fun.com #Kair&039;s Keyblade #Kairi #Keyblade #Kingdom Hearts #Mickey&039;s Keyblade #Oathkeeper Keyblade #Oblivion Keyblade #Pumpkinhead Keyblade #Sora&039;s Keyblade #Spirit Halloween #Starlight Keyblade

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welcometomybraincomics · 11 months

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Haha, was drafting some drawing for doing an Instagram trend and came up with an AU where Stardust's mental state is actually worse because he starts out with somewhat of a self-esteem (in that he actually believes he deserves to be treated right vs cannon where he believes everyone who's hurt him is in the right) and ends up getting beaten down to the same point as cannon

#lmaoooooo I have literally no nice AUs for this boi 😭#He's just differently traumatized in each #or uniquely fucked up #such as in the Infiltrator AU #wherein the Oblivion go “Oh you're sort of like us but we can feed on you... Yoink!”#and they eat his family out of his sight so they can tell him that his family just left without him #but he can come live with the Oblivion if he wants #and he does #And they use Stardust to infiltrate other havens and take down their shields from the inside so they can eat the inhabitants #Starlight Guilt #oc #original character

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wirm-boy · 1 year

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when u have a dream of your dad but it’s actually the chained oblivion wanting to promise you a dream if you free it lmaoo

#tedposting #starlight lore #i guess #body horror #tw: body horror #dnd #tiefling #original art #ibis paint x #the chained oblivion #tharizdun

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motionless-friction · 5 months

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Why are wet dreams so bizarre?

Okay not all of them are wild, or confusing. But this one definitely fucking was.

Anyhow the long and short of this tale, is I convinced Homelander, the fucking Homelander (Who I was apparently in a relationship with?) to dress up as Starlight. But I don't mean like her typical outfit, but a super and, I mean super, slutty version of her outfit. In retrospect it was probably more considered lingerie, but that's not entirely the point. All you need to know is that this man's dick had nowhere to hide okay. Anyways he looked fuckin immaculate, and I was practically drooling at the sight of his fucking thighs alone. And in the end as a reward for being a good boy for me, and dressing up, I let him throat fuck me into oblivion. (With the outfit still on of course.) And now I'm debating on if I should write about in on my writing blog @komotionlessqueenmm ? Let me know what y'all think I guess.

#Homelander #homelander x reader #homelander smut #homelander imagine #The boys smut #The boys x reader #The boys imagine #wet dream #should i write this?#gif #antony starr #He's such a pretty boy #such a good boy

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aylinvail · 1 month

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Tanna Talk: This Week in the Rogue Trader AO3 fandom (March 17 - 23 2024)

Hey hey hi, I want to be annoying on main so I thought it would be fun to start doing these weekly summaries of "What's new in the AO3 Rogue Trader fandom?" because my little rabbit brain can't keep up with the sheer amount of content and I loved @holylustration's dopamine week and think, you know what would be cool? Weekly newsletter style dop week minidose. This goes out to you @pycnolite my darling fellow organizer brained fan. Anyway, this is user aylinvail reporting to you live over vox caster from the Starseeker Bridge.

Events

Flowers of Spring (March 21, 2024) has officially concluded. Flowers of Spring is a floral-themed Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader Edition. You can find all the entries on the Flowers of Spring (March 21 2024) tag. This was preceded by Rosette Coordinated Strike Day which was dedicated in honor of Inquisitor @leadflowers's birthday.

Cool new fics

Maybe the fic did something new. Maybe it innovated. Maybe it's an entirely new concept we haven't seen yet. A non-comprehensive list. Here's what I chomped on this week.

Salt in the Wound - user Weretoad_Writer explores the aftermath of the decision to exterminatus Rykad Minoris. Excerpt: "When you’re a hammer, every problem looks like a nail, right? So either take a swing or get the fuck away from me!”

Omnissiah Forgive Me - user @jaal-ama-daravv has launched the long awaited Pasqal/RT longfic. Excerpt: "Okay, Tech-Priest, you don’t get to die that easily.”

Killing Instinct - user @nerendus cooked a very sexy Tervantias the Archmachinator x RT dead dove fic. Excerpt: “Then don't allow it,” the Rogue Trader suggests. “Force me into submission as I do the same to you. Break me as I break you.”

Who updated?

Just because my silly rabbit brain is at capacity for longfics doesn't mean it's impossible to round everyone else's plot rabbits up.

Theatre of Hearts - RT/Nocturne of Oblivion arranged marriage. And from what I hear, getting really cultural difference-flavor of interesting.

My Knight So Daring - An Imperial Knight!Heinrix x noble!RogueTrader arranged marriage AU. And from what I hear, getting really hot.

Edge of Daybreak Unbroken - Heretic Rogue Trader gets brought back to the start of the game. Time travel shenanigans ensue.

Into Temptation - Ministorum priest x Marazhai x Heinrix. Dead dove!

Pigeons and Eagles - Argenta/Cassia! Enemies to Friends to Lovers.

Tapestry of Fate II - Heinrix/RT. The Godmother of Rogue Trader Heinrix fics. Elena M is currently the furthest along the events of the game out of all the current longfics.

Starseeker - Heinrix/RT intrigue rewrite of game events with Kunrad-related canon divergence. And a shoujo romance.

I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall - RT/Calcazar. RT is voidborn and Theo's daughter, has met Calcazar before game events.

gossamer of starlight - RT/Yrliet. Yrliet watches her elantach's dynasty fall apart in slow motion. Non chronological.

A Thousand Floating Worlds - OC/Calligos Winterscale where Calligos becomes the Rogue Trader to save his Found Family from Interrogator Calcazar.

Addendums

will be updated, changed in the next few days, changes logged here. I just needed to get this out of my brainstem.

- Added I Can Be Your China Doll, If You’d Like To See Me Fall, gossamer of starlight as of March 22. Added A Thousand Floating Worlds on March 23.

#rogue trader #warhammer 40k #warhammer fanfic #warhammer 40k fanfic #rogue trader crpg #warhammer 40k rogue trader #marazhai aezyrraesh #heinrix #cassia orsellio #sister argenta #heinrix van calox #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #lorraine's list

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roguelov · 1 year

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Crimson Stained Petals

Summary: Set in the 1880s, rumors and mysteries swirled around a quaint town, mostly about a lord tucked far into the woods. Arriving in town, you could not deny your curiosities, but you were not here to stay. Or so you thought. Low on funds, and a job for a live-in servant advertised in the paper, you now found yourself in the home of Lord Morpheus - the source of all rumors. Passions and tensions will grow. Questions will be answered, but may come at a hefty price. And a promise may be broken. But, is Lord Morpheus, and those few residents, truly as scary as they seem?

Words Count: ~3.9k

Reader: Neutral (unspecified now, however fem leaning)

Warnings: Mostly establishing characters, minor pining, hints of bloodlust

Chapter 2 and future chapters to come!

A advertisement in the newspaper, and a purpose.

A live-in house servant wanted. Duties required as such including cleaning and maintaining cleanliness of said home, laundry - including washing, folding, and ironing linens, occasional shopping, and menial requests asked of the owner, however cooking skills are unnecessary. Contact at -

You tucked the clipped ad into your pocket. You leaned back, and lazily glanced out the dusty window. The carriage bounced over the dirt path, kicking up dust clouds. A forest, thick with little sunlight penetrating through the tall treetops, surrounded the carriage on both sides. One turn, one stray off the path, and you would be lost. A poor soul taken by the creatures and ghosts of the woods. A soul whose name would drift off into oblivion in a day.

You bent forward, trying to sneak another glance at the manor - at your new home.

“Please, follow me this way.”

You were led by a woman, with round glasses, and wore a well tailored suit. She held her head high, yet her eyes shone with an unbelievable kindness. Walking in, you tried to sneak a peek over the expansive, and expensive, home: the chandler in the center of the main foyer - a globe of dripping starlight, the crown molding etched with swirling elaborate designs, two staircases carved from a rich warm wood curved upward to the second floor, the wall were mostly in dark tones - each room a designated color from greens, reds, blacks to creams - and some covered in wallpaper mimicking a lace design, however the showstopper was the stained glass window above the front door which reached to the top of the two story home - it depicted a tree in a sea of roses, dare you say a version of Eden.

The home was draped in dark, ominous tones, but where light shone it shone brightly cutting back the dread.

If only the sunlight was out now. It was setting, casting shadows across the floors and onto the walls. And with the dense forest, night arrived much faster.

The woman directed you to a small, parlor room to the right of the entrance. Cozy, would be how you would describe the room. A place to talk with guests. There were two sets of couches and a few chairs with a table. Cream tones covered the room, breathing fresh life compared to the diming home. The fireplace, however, was unlit and the curtains were drawn closed for the night leaving a chill. It was a give and take.

“Please, sit.” The woman pointed to any of the seating options.

You nodded, and chose the couch directly across from the other, with the table adding a division. The woman smiled, and sat across from you.

“I’m not sure if I properly introduced myself initially, so apologies for such odd behavior. You may call me Lucienne,” the woman, Lucienne, spoke.

“Lucienne,” you greeted with a small bow of your head. “It is wonderful to now be formally acquainted. You may call me (Y/N).”

You were pleased to skip past such stiff formalities of sir, ma’am, mister, and misses.

Lucienne smiled, softly reaching her eyes. “Wonderful. Now, I am the one who will be conducting this interview for the job.”

You cocked your head, your confusion written plainly on your face. “The lord will not be joining us?”

“No, unfortunately, he is a busy man and has asked for me to do this in his stead. Is this okay?”

“Oh, yes, please continue.”

Lucienne nodded. “Okay, then let us start. I will begin with a simple question: why have you decided to apply?”

You fiddled with your hands, suddenly very nervous. “I’m new in town, and have been staying at the local inn. This job provides an opportunity for myself, and I cannot deny the pay piqued my interest.”

“Do you have any experience in housework?”

“Not professionally, however, I have cared after my uncle for years and have done most of the housework when living with him.” You looked out of the parlor back to the main grandiose foyer. “I will admit the size of the manor is quite daunting and intimidating, but I like a challenge. It will keep my mind and hands busy.”

Lucienne smiled, pleased with your response. However, her smile soon flickered. She straightened her posture, and cleared her throat. “Allow me to be less formal for a quick moment, I have a more personal question to ask. It’s more for my own curiosities.”

Your eyes locked back with hers. “Please, ask.”

She paused, struggling to find the correct wording. “Have you heard of the rumors surrounding the manor? Do … do they not frighten you?”

Ah.

“I have, but only a few. And I am not afraid, I am here for work and pay. As long as I can do what I can, and not stir any trouble for the lord then I will be content.”

Lucienne nodded, her smile returned. “I do believe we have found a new member of our manor.”

Your heart soared.

“However, allow me to discuss with my lord and to see if any other applicants apply. Please, you will hear from us by the end of the week.”

“Wonderful.”

The carriage pulled around the massive stone fountain - a simple three tier tower in which water gently spilled over the edges. Water lilies floated amongst the top as they were rock side to side by the small turbulence. You hopped out, taking in the manor once again.

A truly haunting, gothic visage.

It was built out of mute grey stones and harsh angles. Tall spires extended from the roof to the heavens. The stained glass window over the front door shone almost calling out to you like an exotic Venus flytrap - a beautiful front hiding a dark truth. All the tall thin windows had their curtains drawn forbidding anyone from peeking in.

Yet, life bloomed around it.

Willows trees hugged the manor, and its limbs danced in the wind beckoning all to seek shelter under them. Bushes with various flowers blossomed in front of the manor along the building’s edges. Around the side, a greenhouse stood proudly with countless vegetables and beside it, curving around the whole back side and unable to fully see from the front, was a maze formed out of lush full rose bushes. The brightest, and darkest, red roses you ever seen - the red of rising passions, the red of forbidden attractions, the red of blood spilled under the moonlight.

It truly was a serene place. A place of mystery and wonder.

“Your luggage.” You spun around, finding the coachman holding your two carryon bags. Your entire life packed neatly. He asked, “Do you -“

“Oh, no, I’ve got it. Thank you.” You took your bags.

The coachman stared, and squinted with a hint of uncertainty. His eyes flickered over your shoulder to the manor. “Okay,” he mumbled, then left.

He spun on his heel and hopped back into the carriage. With a flick of the reins, the horse whined and trotted off. May God have mercy on your soul, I will be praying for you. It all lingered on the man’s tongue, but didn’t speak aloud. For if he did, he believed whatever sick imaginations his twisted mind thought of would come to fruition. He was from an older generation, one who still believed in devils and creatures of the woods, one who warned all children of the dangers of leaving the house under the full moon. Heading down the dusty road, and once away from the manor’s sight, he finally mumbled a prayer for you.

You approached the manor - your new home for the unseeable future - with the setting sun tucked behind the foliage. You peered over your shoulder, watching as the carriage slipped out of sight. It was happening. It truly was happening.

Inhaling, you steadied yourself.

A new chapter.

You exhaled, calmly your anxious heart. You reached out, and pressed the ornate doorbell. A soft chime buzzed. Your anxiety, however, could not be quelled. You tightened your grip on your bags. Your body betrayed you, unable to settle, and your mind started to spiral into insanity.

You needed this job.

You needed to do this.

You have dealt with much worse, and yet you also wanted to tuck your tail and run. No. You vehemently shook away those fears. You will stay. You will do your job. You will start this new part of your life.

The door unlocked, and swung open with a high pitched creak. Your breath hitched, momentarily startled. You expected to see the familiar face of Lucienne, instead you were greeted with the lord of the manor.

Lord Morpheus.

He was a man of stature and wealth. He held himself with the utmost dignity with perfect posture - chin leveled with the floor, back straight, and his shoulders pushed back and downward. His chiseled features were carved out of marble, his pale skin had no blemishes. His short, cropped black hair swept back. And not a single hair was out of place, or dared to be. His eyes locked with yours. Instantly, you were small, you were a child again. A spike of fear crackled over your skin. His eyes were calm, a steady practiced calm. Yet, as he studied you, a twinkle shone in them - if it was a twinkle of interest, you could not say.

He certainly was attractive, exceptionally so.

His clothes neatly pressed. He draped himself in night’s cape: black. His midnight black vest was finely embroidered with a somewhat floral design - adding a softness to him. Two rows of silver buttons lined his vest, along with a silver chain tucked into a pocket. If it was attached to a watch or simply for design, you couldn’t tell by a quick scan. Under the vest, his dress shirt - a pale grey like a storm cloud rolling in - puffed out at the sleeves and tapered at the wrists. The cuff links were small, yet resembled starlight. With each catch of the light, they dazzled like a miniature universe - it must be an expensive jewel embedded into them. The collar, stiff and high, was wrapped in a silk black puff tie, smoothed nicely against his chest. A perfectly crafted ruby brooch was pinned to his tie. Scanning downward, his trousers were also black and tailored, and his shoes were polished as if dirt never touched them.

However, his eyes captivated you. It was the only other color on him: a pale, sparkling blue. They seemed to glow in the setting sunlight. They were swirling galaxies, they were diamonds forged in promises, they were oceans holding all its mysteries and mythology.

He seemed to be from another time, like an ode to the renaissance.

With your little time spent in town, you had still learned quite a lot about Lord Morpheus. He was a recluse who rarely left his manor, his crafted realm. And soon, whispers of witchcraft followed. Some of the townspeople still believed in folklore, and if anyone ventured off the beaten path they would be whisked away. Taken then killed. Rumors of animals gone missing, along with young adults, did little to ease their worries. Yet with no evidence, speculation stirred. So, why not point fingers at the man who hardly made an appearance with the town?

However, although he never made an appearance, his influence rippled throughout. His constant donations to the local school and businesses rebutted all such weary thoughts. He owned a local bookshop in town which was adored by most - with the expectation of those who believed the devil lurked between those shelves. He was also the CEO and founder of an editing and publishing company. He let stories into the world, and he encouraged creativity. He was the man to uplift the underdogs, but such kindness had a price. His editing, his notes on stories sent in, were cutting. Such harsh critiques were enough to discourage a few despite the reasonable payment for his services.

He was truly a man of absolute power.

“I’m sorry,” you bowed your head. “I was expecting Lucienne.”

“She is away most of the day to care for the bookshop,” he answered easily.

His voice was so surprisingly low that it rattled you to your core. He spoke at an even pace, lulling you. A voice truly perfect for telling any and all stories.

“Of course,” you said as if you knew such information.

“You must be our newest member, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He continued.

“I am.”

“Lord Morpheus.” His outreached hand hovered between you. Quickly, you dropped your bag, and took up his hand. A chill ran through you at the contact of his skin. He bent forward, and kissed your hand. “Pleasure, and I hope your stay here is enjoyed.”

“Thank you for allowing me into your home,” you said with a nervous smile.

Morpheus eyed you for a moment, but moved on. He dropped your hand, and motioned into the manor. “Allow me to show you to your room.”

“Thank you.”

You moved to grab your bags, however, Morpheus was faster - like a viper striking. He had snatched up your bags, carrying them for you. “As the lord of this home, I do believe it falls under my duty to attend to the newest member of our quaint home.”

You wanted to retrieve your bags. “Please, sir, you don’t have to -“

He started to walk inside, ignoring your pleas. “You are under my roof and care, this is nothing.”

He was a nobility. He shouldn’t cave to such droll formalities, but he did. And oddly, your heart raced with your things in his care. You didn’t think he would sneak through your belongings, or withhold them. But, they were your livelihood.

He held your life in his hands.

However, you pushed down such feelings and strolled after him. “Thank you for showing such kindness.”

“Please, it is the least I can do.”

He briskly walked to the back, to the opened double doors in the middle of the two staircases. Walking past, your keen eye did note a door under one of the staircases - a query for another time. The double doors led to a massive dining hall with a long table to fit a dozen or more people. A spacious room had an assortment of plants in the corners and a beautiful rose bouquet in the center of the table. He turned, heading to the back right wing of the manor. Before, following after him, you also caught a vast room up ahead with an abundance of plants decorating the space - a sunroom. The first few stars of the night twinkled through the high arched glass.

“To the left is the kitchen where you are welcome to any food,” Morpheus explained as he walked. “As stated in the job description, you do not have to cook for me, but you must feed yourself. Lucienne usually takes care of the groceries on her way back from the bookshop, so if there is anything special you want just relay that to her.”

“Yes, sir.”

He moved through a swinging door, revealing a hallway veering left or right. “This is mainly the guest quarters, and where you will be staying. Just to inform you, Lucienne does sleep upstairs to help me with the bookshop and company business, so it will be you alone on this side of the manor.”

You nodded, understanding.

He peered over his shoulder to you. “Which room do you want?”

“I am given a choice?” You were slightly taken back.

“You are. This is your home now, and I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

“Oh, well.” You looked left and right. Windows on either side of the hall revealed what you may see each morning. To the right, it showed the stone structure of the manor with bushes lined along its edges. Most of the light - sunlight or moonlight - would be blocked out. Looking left, you saw the first twinkles of starlight, and a massive forest. Rose hedges ahead glittered under the changing light. You gestured to the door on the far left. “The left one, I suppose.”

Morgues nodded, and turned left. “If you are ever dissatisfied with it at any point, please switch rooms if you so wish.”

He opened the door, quite easily despite the bags in his hands. He stepped back, allowing the space and opportunity to enter first. You thanked him and brushed past him.

It was a quaint room, and bigger than any other you had. It had a rather large bed for just a simple guest room, with plush pillows and soft sheets. There was a wardrobe and drawer for your things, a desk tucked into the corner to write letters or for any other reasons, and a window looking out the back to the forest and - now properly seeing it for the first time - the maze. Walking in, you were in awe at how cozy it all felt. Your fingers skimmed over all the furniture and strolled to the other door on the opposite side. Opening it, it was your own personal bathroom with everything you needed, and more importantly with a massive soaking tub.

“I hope it is to your liking.” You spun around. Morpheus had gently placed your things on the bed, and stayed there for a moment. He glanced around, “I apologize for any dust.”

You waved him off. “I have seen worse, and this is perfect. Thank you.”

He nodded, “Good.”

Silence blanketed over like a bated breath. Morpheus turned his head staring out the window to the flourishing rose maze. He cleared his throat, stepping away from your bed. “I should also inform you of another who lives on the premises: Mervyn. He lives in a small cabin closer to the forest. He tends to the greenhouse and the gardens, mostly a gardener, but if something does break inside the manor he has some knowledge on maintenance.”

You nodded. “Okay, maybe I will introduce myself tomorrow -“

“I would strongly suggest against doing so.”

You tilted your head as your brows furrowed. “Can I ask why?”

Morpheus sighed, bringing his arms behind his back. “He is weary of strangers, and enjoys his solitude. To respect his boundaries, I would advise against it. You may see him out and about, but do leave him in peace.”

“Oh, okay, I understand.” You peered out the window to all the lush flowers and to the willow tree brushing its branches against the window. “But, if he ever needs any assistance please inform him. I will be happy to aid him in any way I can.”

Morpheus eyed you. Not with animosity, but curiosity. You were certainly an oddity, and a breath of fresh air in this purgatory. “I will inform Mervyn if the need arises, but he is protective over his work so I do not expect he will accept it.”

“Understandable.”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“Oh, uh,” you thought for a quick moment, “I suppose hearing about Mervyn, it does raise one question: is there anyone else who lives here that I should know about?”

Yes. “No, it is only the three of us.”

You nodded.

“Excellent, and if that is all.” He turned around to leave.

You stepped forward. “Oh, Lord Morpheus, one more thing.”

“Yes?” He glanced over his shoulder.

“And what of my duties for tomorrow?” You asked. “Where shall I start? And is there anything specific you want done?”

You had his attention, you figured it was better to ask now instead of tomorrow.

He shook his head. “No, in fact, I say explore the manor. Familiarize yourself with it. If you wish to start cleaning you may do say, you are welcome to go into any room. But, I will suggest staying out of Lucienne’s room. She likes her privacy as well.”

You blinked, surprised by his response. But, you mumbled an ‘okay’.

He stepped once, but his foot hovered in the air. He paused, considering your question again. What other duties could he give you, besides cleaning this rotting corpse of a home. “I may call for some tea tomorrow afternoon,” he spoke softly.

You perked up, “Of course.”

He walked away. “Goodnight, and I wish you the best of dreams.”

A smile graced your lips for the first time. “Thank you. And you as well sir, goodnight.”

Morpheus snuck a glance, seeing your smile. He turned away and swiftly walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Taking a breath of peace, you began to unpack your things. You folded and hung up clothes from your bags. Toiletries and other personal items now found new homes. However, one bag remained. Reaching the bottom of almost empty luggage, you pulled out a small handbag. You breathed a sigh of relief and clutched it to your chest, holding it tightly.

This.

This was what frightened you when Morpheus carried your things. It was a small somewhat insignificant bag - only slightly bigger than your forearm, but stuffed to the brim. This worn down bag, with stitches and patches, carried your whole world.

Your two luggage bags carried your life - materialistic needs, and necessities. This bag carried your world - precious memories, irreplaceable items, and a promise. You closed your eyes, and said a small thanks that it was still in your possession. Taking this brief moment, you tucked the bag in the drawer under all your clothes completely hidden, and away from any prying eyes.

Now, you could rest.

You changed into your night clothes, did your nightly routine, then settled into your new bed. Laying down, you stared up at the ceiling.

You were truly here.

You were truly about to change your life.

You knew it.

And while you began to settle into bed, the lord battled with himself.

After leaving your room, he tried to keep a calm exterior. However, as soon as he walked away, he braced himself against the doorway between the main foyer and dining room. He breathed erratically, gulping for air. No. Not for air, for thirst. His throat clenched, begging for a drink, begging to be satiated by you. He gritted his teeth as sweat broke out over his forehead and back of his neck. He clawed at his tie, yanking it down. His clothes were too tight, suddenly very constricting.

“This may be more difficult than anticipated,” he mumbled to himself.

The smell of you consumed him. He was a dying man in a desert, and you his only salvation. And he truly hadn’t had a proper drink in a while.

He pushed himself off the frame, and scrambled over to the door under the grand staircase. Pressing his forehead against the door, thankfully for the coolness, he reached into his vest pocket, pulling out a plain, silver key. The key slipped through his fingers, but the chain easily caught it. He fumbled with the key for a second, constantly dropping it. He swore under his breath.

An outsider looking in would be alarmed.

This wasn’t a man any longer.

No, it was a frantic feral animal, this was a monster in disguise. His fingernails grew in length, sharpening to a point. A perfect weapon to slice into any flesh. His canines also elongated, easy to sink into veins and drink until his feast was complete. His hauntingly blue eyes glowed, eerily so. It was unnatural, and also hypnotizing.

He nearly wanted to rip the door off its hinges. An easy feat. But, he composed himself. Breathing in slowly, the disguise was pulled over once more - the wolf was a sheep again. He took up the key, unlocked the door and darted inside, locking it behind him.

The manor was silent again.

And when Lucienne returned, she would know where to find her lord.

#the sandman #the sandman au #dream of the endless #Morpheus #vampire!dream #vampire!morpheus #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #dream of the endless x reader #vampire!dream x reader #vampire!morpheus x reader #fem!reader

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jadegretz · 2 months

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Vampirella's Immortal Dance by Jade Gretz

Moonlight scythed through the obsidian heart of the Carpathian Mountains, carving jagged shadows across the ancient castle ruins where Vampirella crouched. Her crimson eyes, honed by centuries of darkness, scanned the crumbling ramparts, searching for the source of the tremor that had rattled the stones beneath her feet. It wasn't an earthquake, no mundane movement of earth. This thrummed with a malign intelligence, a cold whisper slithering through the night.

Suddenly, a flicker on the highest peak, a pulsating sphere of violet light against the tapestry of stars. It called to her, not with words, but with a yearning deep within her own vampire core, a hunger for forbidden knowledge. But Vampirella knew the allure of forbidden paths. She had walked them before, danced with demons only to pay the piper in blood and tears.

Yet, as the pulse intensified, drawing her like a moth to a flame, something else stirred within her – fear. This wasn't the familiar dread of sunlight or garlic, but a primal terror clawing at her ancient soul. An echo from somewhere beyond the Veil, a tremor from a slumbering horror she had glimpsed once before, on the cusp of oblivion.

A choice simmered in the cauldron of her mind. Ignore the call, retreat into the comforting shadows of her self-imposed exile, or confront this new threat, risk being consumed by the very darkness it promised to unleash. She was Vampirella, daughter of Drakulon, slayer of demons, and queen of her own damnation. To cower was unthinkable.

With a guttural snarl, she unfurled her obsidian wings, their feathered edges slicing the night air. Her descent was a celestial ballet, a crimson comet streaking towards the pulsating heart of violet light. As she landed on the mountain peak, the light coalesced, revealing a figure cloaked in swirling wisps of smoke and starlight.

"Vampirella," a voice echoed, disembodied yet resonant, "the hour of reckoning draws near."

"And who," she spat, her voice dripping with centuries-old cynicism, "are you to herald such pronouncements?"

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zeerohpunk · 1 month

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i was looking thru my hcs list and found this, decided to share. enjoy.

passing through or touching the meridian is pretty unpleasant for humans (not just because of the early oblivion thing), because its breezy and chilly to the bone. when starlight stuck their hand into it and couldnt let go, they started to develop frostbite, hence the tingling feeling that followed the healing process. it also feels static-y, like touching an old TV in the early 2000s and feeling its fur. it feels sticky and kinda wet too, and starlight swears that it feels like youre being rained on, despite being completely dry when you pull away from it. avior has absolutely no idea what they're talking about, but daemonkind have better temperature regulation than humans do, considering they dont have human bodies.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #zeeroh speaks #redacted headcannons #redacted headcanons #redacted hc #redacted avior #redacted starlight

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silentmagi · 3 months

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Rising Star

Hello friends, I’m hoping that you’re still enjoying this story as it develops. Had another tie this week. Let’s see..

What is next for Star?

1 A restless night’s sleep of overthinking 4. A nighttime visitor

It would seem that her nature of overthinking everything was not sharing the stage with sleep tonight, which had happened a few times back at school. Sadly her usual option of reading herself into oblivion was not an option due to the others in the room. So instead she stared at the darkened ceiling, positioning the stars in their positions with her mind to avoid thinking about…

Luna, by Manna, she would believe magic was still here if only someone presented her as evidence. There was something about her that kept distracting her. She knew that their time together was coming to an end, and yet she had the wild hope of being able to hold the interest of the bard for a while longer.

Seeing a shadow outside the window, she turned to see two bright eyes staring in from outside, this would normally be alarming, if she didn’t recognize the outline of a cat. Smiling she settled in to watch the silhouetted animal prowling at the window idly. Huh. if she didn’t know better, she would almost think that it was staring at her through the window.

Studying the cat, she smiled sleepily as she noted that it seemed to have a reflective coat, as the moon’s light was shining at the edges, looking almost like a shimmering starlight field more than a coat of fur.

Heh, perhaps there was a bit of the bard in her as well… or she was overtired and her brain was seeing things.

Watching the twin gleaming dots in the darkened main body, she couldn’t help but feel her body relaxing. She had always wanted a familiar, and probably would have gotten a cat. It would be the cutest, most adorable little kitty that she would spoil and treat to fish all it wants

She could almost see it now, nestled in a pile of pillows, napping with its black head resting on top of its white booted feet while she lounged next to it reading a book and petting it between pages. Playing with a ball of yarn, and subsequently getting tangled up and stuck.

Being able to tell it secrets and share late nights like this when she couldn’t sleep. There was so many wonderful things about kitty cats, and she wanted to share them with one. She would definitely find one after magic comes back.

Closing her eyes, she didn’t see the unnaturally bright smile spread on the cat’s face as the sun rose behind it, scattering it like mist, the final remaining element the two gleams of light that had been watching her.

We can hope that she sleeps on the wagon ride, or some other time.

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crepesuzette2023 · 3 months

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What’s a fic that made you cry ?

Thank you for asking—and for immediately sending me off on a brief 'meta' slingshot trajectory around my own navel! (Don't worry, I'll answer your question.)

Your ask reminded me of the fact that I almost never cry over stories. I either enjoy them, or I'm shaking with rage, if they're too painful. For a story to hit the sweet spot of undiluted sadness, of simply being moved, without spouting angry tirades in my mind trying to argue with the sad events of the story, is pretty special.

For this reason, the stories your ask made me think of are among my favorites. Sorry if I mentioned some of them before, but here we are.

(I'll mention some spoiler-y and hopefully brief explanations under the cut.)

Miracle Worker by @scurator. Still Mates by @pauls1967moustache. The late, great, johnny ace by @midchelle. Coast Starlight by bookofapril. All I Know Since Yesterday by RedheadAmongWolves.

I guess what the three quote unquote saddest stories in this list have in common, to me, is that they're a big, noble Fuck You to the ultimate adversary, everyone's final lover, the great oblivion, etc.: Death—while at the same time summoning its inevitability. It will get you, even if you love a Beatle. Even if you are one.

So, you better hold on tight and make the most of it while you can (she says, typing these lines on tumblr while seizing the fuck out of her instant coffee flavor).

Miracle Worker is about Paul and Robert Fraser making love after John's death. It's about death, and fading physical beauty, and the untarnished beauty between them. The guttering flame. Yes, it's very hot, and both sad and invigorating—like a good cry, but without the ugliness of anything as overt as crying.

Still Mates is about Peter Asher giving himself permission to reject a life of politely closeted desire by sleeping with Paul, his sister's ex, in '68. It's a story about courage, and the ability to face who you are and who you want. I'm sorry for sounding like a movie trailer. It's also a fantastically realized outsider's perspective on the beauty of J/P turning ugly, and on the mystery surrounding this legendary relationship—the elusiveness of Paul's soul is in striking contrast with Peter's hot but mundane physical closeness to Paul, the man.

The late, great johnny ace is a ghost story that denies being a ghost story, but at the last moment can't resist reaching for comfort. (At least that's what I choose to believe.) Paul, George and Ringo make a record in 1981. Paul writes Here Today. The ghost is John. The 'at the end of all things' atmosphere is shattering, but the music in Paul's soul, and the surviving bonds of friendship, and, just possibly, John's ghost, prevail.

Bonus: crying/tears without sadness

Sometimes a story is so beautiful it makes my eyes well up with it.

Coast Starlight is about a world where Paul and Robert Fraser are together in the 70's, and they're vacationing on Fire Island, and they fuck a lot, each other and others (together), and it's fine. More than fine. It's heaven on earth. As I said before, I really can't do this story justice. The relief (what a weak word) I felt in the end, when Paul realizes he can let go of his burdens and be loved for who he is (by Robert, who is giving this to him), nearly had me speaking in tongues of the awesome power of fiction.

All I Know Since Yesterday is about two teenagers in love, without either of them having told the other. They're sheltering at one of their houses after being caught in a rain storm, and dream about the future. A future with each other. And, finally, they kiss. The teenagers are John and Paul. And what I love about the story is that you feel throughout that this is the beginning of something big. The kiss is both sweet and elemental.

#fic recs #asks #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #the beatles fanfiction #makes me cry fic recs

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