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orbdotexe · 10 months

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I am like. writhing in my own skin rn

#orb rambles #orb is enraged and getting ready for war #the next person who says Cayde would like the statue #is getting an essay in their ask box #i swear to god i am losing my mind #kill kill bite main burn kill #die die die die #please read the lore dear god just please #he might act like he finds it sweet! but i promise you #i promise you.#(it is a horrid misreading of his entire character and coping mechanisms and history with the deaths of his friends)#that man is writhing is his grave over this. just like me fr #this is also how i feel when someone says they don't think Osiris should be speaking on anything #because he threw a 'pity party' (sore misinterpretation of the character arc)#or reduces his character to just. asshole (sore misinterpretation of his character and history in general)#shut up shut up shut up shut up #i am going feral again #it feels malicious and im going to kill someone #Cayde isn't just Funny Robot Man. Osiris is not just Old Asshole. Saint isn't a Himbo #Crow isn't just Soft Bird Boy. Mara isn't just Royal Bitch #and i will die on all of these hills

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mo-mode · 3 months

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Okay so now that we have more satyr lore in the show, I’m gonna need an in-universe documentary about all of the magical creatures and monsters narrated by minor god of nature himself David Attenborough and filmed by a crew of brave satyrs but it always goes horribly wrong. every time they try to document a monster in its natural habitat, the monster’s just reading a book or like eating a churro or something until either it tries to eat the crew or a demigod child appears and then they turn into a living nightmare and David is like “oh dear” in his posh British accent and they cut to some b-roll footage of centaurs galloping or something. And then when they try to get some cute footage of magical creatures, either the satyrs almost die or there’s a tragic death of the creatures like hippocampus babies traveling in a pod with their family, but then one of them gets eaten by a sea serpent and you see a satyr wailing in the corner as we hear David say something like “oh what a shame but that’s the circle of life” and they just keep on going. the satyrs keep trying to give the animals satyr’s blessings but that’s not allowed cuz they can’t interfere like normal documentarians can’t so it’s just them trying and failing to protect the animals while the omniscient god David Attenborough keeps narrating without pause. But it’s also their duty as satyrs to preserve nature so they still need to make the best show possible

It’s a Need. I will write the script myself, okay? Don’t tempt me. Rick Riordan hire me PLEASE

#the satyrs are filming a gorgon and it’s just the gorgon sharpening a knife really threateningly until the camera crew just awkwardly leaves #one satyr is rubbing a hellhound’s belly to keep it in frame but then it shadow travels and takes the satyr with it #they get a call from the satyr like three minutes later like I’M IN TANZANIA?#David Attenborough after watching a basilisk eat a moose: so is life (satyr audibly sobbing in the recording)#it’s like Our Planet but for Greek monsters alright?#David Attenborough gives off Aristaeus or Oxylus vibes #percy jackson #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #percy jackson tv show #pjo spoilers #percy jackson the lightning thief #pjo series

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pleasantboatpress · 8 months

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Factory Settings by Anonymous

Crowley gets reinstated as an angel.

title/body text/page numbers: Ibarra Real Nova chapter headers/drop caps: Plain Black

106,998 words | 412 pages

SO. so. I was feeling some type of way about the good omens s2 finale and this fic. oh man. it did such a good job both filling the hole and in my heart, AND, ON TOP OF THAT, added such wonderful lore, with some of the best characterisations that I have enjoyed reading in the fandom. It was wonderful, and I honestly don't feel like I need anything else.

as for the design, I had some fun using space imagery for basically everything. honestly I just had lots of fun doing space things regardless. I tried my hand using gutermann thread for the first time for my endbands and dear god did that take ages. I also attempted to use my foil quill and haha. that did NOT go well. at all. regardless, it's such a beautiful fic that I really really wanted to make a beautiful book for it. if you haven't read it, please do!

#good omens #good omens 2 #factory settings #fanbinding #ficbinding #bookbinding #fanfic bookbinding #pleasantboat press

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mncxbe · 2 months

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𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: reference post; @soullessfyodor here's my take on Fyodor with a guardian angel♡// ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, Fyodor's a bit manipulative + has a God complex, dubious relationship between them, possibly inaccurate biblical lore

he knows you're there, knows you exist. growing up in a religious family, he's always been told that his guardian angel was watching over him, making sure he was safe from any danger. but trying to interact with you never actually occurred to him

you showed yourself to him for the first time when he was around ten. he'd caught a terrible flu and his already weak body could barely handle it. so you did your job, you healed him and ever since you visited him more and more often

it was against the rules but what could you do? he was a quiet kid, a bit too intelligent for his own good and you just had a feeling that there was something wrong with him

your suspicions were confirmed once he started joining different criminal organizations. you tried to keep him on a straight path but there wasn't much you could do to change his resolve

"Don't worry, my dear angel, I am quite certain that the purity of my soul is untainted." he smiled as he packed his few belongings in a suitcase.

"I'm begging you, Fyodor. Don't go to Japan it's a bad idea–" you protested but he wouldn't have it.

"I'm not keen on using this argument but I am an adult now, angel. I can make my own decisions"

"You're still acting like a kid" you huffed, fluffing your wings, causing a few feathers to fall on the bed covers. Fyodor chuckled, gently seizing your chin "And you're still acting like my mother. There's no need for you to be so concerned for me"

ever since Fyodor moved to Japan to pursue his plans the relationship between you changed. Fyodor became more secretive, but you still didn't give up on your routine– every night, Fyodor played the cello for you or read you a few pages of his book. those were his little ways of showing you his gratitude for always being there for him

after a few months you could sense a deeper change. he barely talked to you about his plans and every time you tried to voice your concerns he deflected

"My, my, angel. I told you before there's no reason to worry about me." smiled the man, motioning you to join him in bed.

"I'm serious, Fyodor. I can't keep covering up for you. You're killing people don't you realize your actions have consequences for me? And for you too" Fyodor simply laughed, pulling you next to him as he traced the outline of your wings with his fingertips "Am I upsetting the higher ups?" You nodded and his grin widened. Cupping your face with his free hand, Fyodor brought you closer to him.

"Why should I care about that, my dear? After all, I am a God myself, aren't I?" Before you could reply Fyodor placed a kiss to the corner of your lips"You know I'm right."

"You shouldn't say such things"

"You've let so many things slide, angel, I'm sure you can excuse some mild blasphemy"

and you did let it slide, and other things too. there were many things he should've been sanctioned for but you swept them under the rug– no matter what atrocious things he did you still believed he was the sweet Fyodor you once knew

it didn't take long until you lost your place among the angels and were sent to hell. call it divine judgement, or karma, but covering Fyodor's endeavours for so long did have a consequence

as a fallen angel you could still come to earth whenever you pleased but for a while you avoided Fyodor. you were mad he was cruel enough to let this happen. all of this could've been avoided if he would've just listened to you

still, it didn't take long for you to return to him. after spending so much time together you couldn't just ignore him. especially not when you could hear him calling out your name through the endless night in hell

"So, my angel, are you getting accustomed to your new home?" he taunted, his lithe fingers dancing along the cello's cords, his music echoing through the dim-lit room.

"Don't you dare joke about that" you hissed "How did you find out in the first place?"

"I figured, since you stopped visiting for a while..." Taking note of your silence Fyodor sighed, putting down his instrument "I do appreciate your sacrifice, angel. Your devotion is truly remarkable"

You scoffed again at his words, feeling your blood boil "You should be ashamed of yourself. You condemned me to a life in hell."

"You could always come and live with me. You're more than welcome in my humble home" he said in a honeyed vocie as he got up from his chair and moved towards you. He kneeled in front of the futon you were laying on and held your hand. "My dear angel, forgive me. If what I doing wasn't this important I would've given up on my goals. But it can't be helped"

You sighed, running your thumb along his knuckles "Such important plans yet you cannot tell me anything about them."

"Of course not" he smiled "Not now at least, but one day will come when I'll tell you everything. Until then, you'll have to trust me."

You remained silent for a while, a heavy tension settling between the two of you before he spoke again. "You lost your God and your status, but I assume you still have your powers."

"You're correct"

"Then stay by my side, look over me like you always have" The man rose to his feet and leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear "I can give you a purpose. That's what you need, right?"

"So you're asking me to taint my soul even more? To give up on my principles, on everything."

"You were already deemed a sinner, my angel. You've fallen. I'm offering you a way to rise back up– a new god, a new purpose." Striaghtening his back, he bowed, holding a hand in front of you. "So what do you say?"

You weren't stupid– it was obvious what Fyodor was after. He just needed your powers to keep him alive. You were just another tool, another pawn. But it was the best deal you could've asked for, so you hesitantly accepted his hand. Fyodor smiled, helping you up from the couch before he placed a tender kiss to the back of your hand.

"You and I, my dear, are going to accomplish great things together"

#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd fyodor #bungo stray dogs fyodor #fyodor bsd #fyodor x reader #bungo stray dogs fluff #bsd headcanons #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd

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your-local-hoemie · 11 months

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Can i request childe and diluc with shy reader? Reader hides behind them whenever someone approaches them and gets flustered easily!

Your wish in my command dear anon~

The more I write about Childe the more my conflicted feelings towards him grow. Like I hate that dumb donkey but I love him so much aaAAAAAA.

Warnings: fluff, gn!reader, swearing? I didn’t check through so I can’t remember if there is or not 💀, not proof-read.

Character: Childe, Diluc.

Childe~

God he finds everything about you precious

The second you’re out in public and you hide behind him when someone decides to ask for directions

Oh boy

He’s kicking, screaming, crying, giggling-

Ok I’ll stop

But seriously his little heart can’t handle it!

He knows how anxious you get in public but he’ll still “accidentally” pull you into scenarios where you find yourself tripping over your words and slinking behind him

He just finds it adorable!

And something about you seeking his protection even if it’s from unwanted social interaction boost his never ending ego~

He loves the feeling of being your big strong boyfriend who can protect you no matter what!

But if it genuinely makes you too uncomfortable he’ll stop!

If you suddenly find yourself getting overwhelmed and his silhouette doesn’t provide enough concealment he’ll promptly excuse himself from whatever he was previously doing and take you away to a calmer, quieter place!

Being a big brother and a surprisingly good one at that he’s more than used to dealing with this kind of stuff!

He also finds it a strangely refreshing change compared to his usual charismatic and outgoing personality

He always makes sure to remind you that you have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about!

He genuinely finds you so precious and he adores everything you do so please never be anything but yourself around him!

Diluc~

He’s such a sweetheart!

I can not emphasise how much of a gentleman he is ;-;

The second he notices you going into yourself and hiding behind him he’ll immediately excuse himself and take you somewhere else!

He’s used to talking to people and dealing with social events

He has to be!

But he knows how overwhelming and uncomfortable it can be when put into those situations

He’d be lying if he didn’t find it absolutely adorable though!

He just wants to scoop you up in his arms and surround you so you always feel safe and secure~

The first time you did it to him after establishing your feelings for each other he just kinda stood there for a moment like

??

Where’d Y/N go?

When he felt your hands clinging onto his arm like he was your only life line

Oh boy

His face matched his hair istg

He knows he’s strong

And he knows that he’s more than capable of being seen as a protective figure!

But something about you wanting his protection even if it’s just from uncomfortable social interactions just makes his heart melt faster than when he uses his pyro vision vision in dragonspine!

Always reassures you as well

The occasional “it’s alright. I’m here” can be caught slipping out of his mouth

Not to mention head pats ;-;

He never wants you to feel embarrassed or ashamed by it!

He adores you and he’ll always be there to protect you from anything that makes you feel scared or uncomfortable~

Yoooo I’m on a roll!!! Dies for a whole week

I might post some sketches I’m doing of Scara cuz I found the funniest fucking bit of lore in the game and I can’t stop wheezing over it.

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saturnxgojo · 2 years

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How he got his vision // Scaramouche x god!reader (pt 2)

✦ Pairing: Scaramouche x god!female!reader (she/her pronouns)

✦ Summary: He broke her heart with those five words, but what happens when she sents him a letter? Wishing to meet him one last time

✦ Warnings: angst, happy ending, inazuma archon quest spoilers, scaramouches real name is used so spoiler for that, more angst, i didnt know how to continue this so its a bit weird, scaramouche lore spoilers ig, ooc scara lowkey

✦ A/n: idk what to say

✦ Wordcount: 1100

✦ ATTENTION!!! do not copy. translate, remake my work, i do not give you permission to so dont do it. also GIF not mine, credits to the creator.

part 1

She hesitated as she stared at the blank paper. Her pen was shaking in her hand but eventually she started writing.

Dear Kuni

The paper was thrown across the room with the help of a gust of wind.

Dear Scaramouche,

Since you didn’t wish to hear my words in person, I hope my letter can explain. I really do wish you read this through, for your own sake.

By now both you and I are aware of who I am. You know who I am connected to in more ways than one. I share my power with him, yet also my weaknesses. It is a tale well known around Mondstadt–in other regions too perhaps–of the Archons who abandoned their people. Who disappeared for years and years.

My brother and I however do not control it, we fall in a deep slumber when fate finds it necessary. Hence I was not able to respond to your prayers. Even though I heard all of them. Well until the darkness took over.

I wish you to know that I reached out to you with all of my power, but it didn’t work. When I awoke I searched for you. I reached out to you, I wanted to find you, but I couldn’t find a trace. I eventually reached out to Yae Miko after a long time and I heard the story from her side. What happened to you- what Ei did to you isn’t what you think. I wish to explain it to you, to tell you the truth.

Please, meet me tonight as the sun sets, at the place we first met.

She sent the letter on its way, hoping he would read it.

She could only hope he did as she made her way to that same mountain she had hundreds of years ago. Her hands were placed on her lap as she sat down on that same spot.

She waited, and waited, until the sun had long set. She would wait all night if she had to, even if this were to be the last time she saw him.

Scaramouche had cursed under his breath as he saw the paper flying towards him. Of course she’d do this, trying to win him over. He told himself that he’d only read the paper to get a laugh out of it, nothing more. But as he read it he couldn’t help feeling–he didn’t know the word for it.

So in the end, long after she said to meet him, he walked to the destination. It wasn’t a long walk from where he was staying.

Both of the non-humans admitted they were scared–perhaps a bit happy too–to see the other again. He did not understand his emotions–he was supposed to be unlovable, his mother made sure of that. She did understand her emotions–to a certain level. She understood that this could very possibly be the last time she saw him, but also that if he came to meet her it would mean he still cared enough about her.

The minutes passed and the sky turned a deep blue, bright stars shining down on Tevyet. And then, finally after an hour of waiting he appeared in her vision.

Scaramouche walked that same road he did a lifetime ago, this time with more confidence–and power. Though as he walked here old memories came back to him, and suddenly he was that frial, scared and weak little boy again. Sobbing in the middle of the road, until a strange girl with a glowing orb on her hip came up to him and held him in her arms. Calming him down and slowing his tears. Then she gave him something that changed his life; a vision.

“If you ever need anything, just call out my name.” she had promised, and she did as she promised, for a while. Then, she abandoned him like everyone else did.

Scaramouche snapped back to reality when he heard the sound of soft footsteps approaching. Before he turned around he wiped away the tears on his cheeks he didn’t even realize were there.

When he turned around he was met with your tired and puffy eyes, he could see no sign of the warmth they once held, they were empty.

“Speak,” he said, kinder than he intended to.

Your eyes were locked on his as tears dared to fall down while you spoke. “I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“No, not that. About- about my mother.”

You swallowed deeply. Scaramouche had to stop himself from forcing himself into your arms–to feel your body warmth seep onto him, or hear your soft voice hum a melody, to have your fingers brush his hair as he let go of emotions while his tears soaked your shirt.

“Your mother- your mother didn’t abandon you, she set you free in the world because she didn’t have the heart to get rid of you. She didn’t have the heart to kill you because you reminded her of herself too much, she would never have forgiven herself if she- did. So she set you free in the world to live a happy life.”

You went on, and on. And as you did Scaramouche felt the tears coming back.

The pain in your voice, the emptiness in your eyes- it broke his heart. Had he truly meant so much to you? Had you truly loved him? No. No that was not possible, he was unlovable.

“I wanted you to know the truth. And perhaps to see you again one last time. Seeing I don't know how this night will end.”

It was the first tear that slipped out of your eye that made Scaramouche break apart. He took a step towards you and pulled you against him, it didn’t take long for your legs to give out as the two of you sank to the ground.

One of his hands was wrapped around your waist as the other one held onto the back of your head; holding you close. His tears soaking your shirt.

“I don’t think I ever lost faith in you- deep down I always knew you’d come back.”

Your hands were entangled in his hair as you sobbed.

“I did everything I could to- to wake up- but the darkness- it was too powerful.”

It felt like a part of you came to life again, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

And so it happens, that even the wishes of gods can come true. For now the Archon and Fatui harbinger would be okay, and that was all they cared about.

The end.

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idk what this is tbh, but yeah hope yall liked your food xx

tags: @sx0leillia

#genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #scara #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #scaramouche x reader angst #scaramouche x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin angst #kunikuzushi #scaramouche genshin impact #genshin imagines

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21angryfrogs · 2 months

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Inscryption Act 2 Dashboard Simulator

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i think we should all start unionizing actually.

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yer just mad cause ya didnt git a raise this month n i did.

#as the boss'd say: L + ratio

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just found out that rebecha is 26??? she should be at the club...

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"the club" is a state of mind i'm in when clobbering whoever keeps breaking my bridge. woof.

#im serious #when i find you its on sight

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for those not caught up on the old man yaoi lore...

#that makes 3 this month... #what is wrong with them

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⚠️ PSA!!!! ⚠️ guys you really need to stop telling people to k/ll themselves!! you never know what people are going through, and it can be really bad for people's mental health!!! 🍯 gooart Follow

^^^ SOME OF YOU SHOULD READ THIS OVER A FEW TIMES!

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kys beam. get them, boys.

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kill yourself.

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kill yerself.

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krill self. now.

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currently living in a peaceful state of tumblr fame where i'm popular enough to have to add "official" to the end of my blog name but not popular enough to have an evil shadow clone of myself.

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HELP ME SOMEONE PLEASE DEAR FUCKING GOD LET ME OUT OF HERE

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... haha... did anyone else hear that....?

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how did she say that

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🦦 iceekaycee Follow

🍯 gooart Follow

does anyone else find it kind of troubling how many people are voting and campaigning against THEIR OWN EMPLOYERS?? i mean sure, sometimes they can be cruel, but we still owe a lot to them!!

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grimora sweep.

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grimora sweep.

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grimora sweep.

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grimora sweeHey Who Was That?

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SCRYBES FOUND THE POST, EVERYONE SCATTER

#I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE THEY WERE ON THIS SITE??? #WHOOPS

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for april fools i'm deleting this entire game. sayonara you insubordinate shits.

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#inscryption #daniel mullins games #dashboard simulator #pond speaks

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strawberrylabs · 8 months

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Lyney drabbles

ok so...

i know i said id be getting all my other requests out like a month ago and i promise im working on them- just slowly

but i my brain is ROTTING with Lyney headcanons atm because I just finished fontane archon quests and his story quest so yall are gonna have to let my numerous lyney dabbles tide you over until i upload anything else

(also please send me lyney headcanons or prompts i am DYING to write about this man)

ANYWAYS!

reader can be interpreted as any gender! no gendered terms are used

WARNING! this will have spoilers to fontane lore and Lyney's story quest!! I will also be mentioning death, grieving and slight depression! read with caution if you're sensitive to these topics.

spoilers will be under the cut!

I'll be here

synopsis: after the events of Lyney's story quest, his lover comforts him as he finally finds closure after Cesar's death.

After the traveler and Paimon left Lyney and Lynette at the steambird, Lynette turned to look at her brother.

"So, Cesar's honour has been restored."

Lyney smiles to himself

"That it has my dear sister. Now, I do believe a certain someone is at home with Freminet waiting for us." Lyney turns to his sister expectingly.

"Actually, I'm going to the port. I need some time to shut down. And I think you need some time too, Lyney."

Lyney sighed and smiled a melancholy smile. Of course Lynette could see through him.

"You're quite right, as always dear sister. I think I shall take your advice."

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When Lyney walked through the door to his home expecting to be greeted by his brother and lover, he only found his lover in sight.

"Freminet said he wanted to go diving by the opera house tonight. Something about the tildaga being different at this time of year." (y/n) answered, almost as if hearing Lyney's confusiong.

"Ah I see. Lynette has gone to the port to unwind after the weeks events."

(Y/n) smiled knowingly at the magician.

"And I suspect you'll be needing to unwind too."

Lyney gasped in faux astonishment

"My word! I didn't know you learnt telepathy? I suppose when you spend so much time around such a great magician you do pick up a few things. Maybe you can join Lynette and I and we can form a magical trio?" Lyney emphasised his words with a florish of his hat.

(Y/n) chuckled and moved towards Lyney, grabbing his hand.

"As much as I would love to know exactly what's going on in your mind, I do not have telepathy. I do however, know you well enough to know you need a rest."

Lyney's smile faltered a smidge. Despite knowing he can be vulnerable around (Y/n), he still struggles to let his guard down. Apparently years of working for the house of the Hearth does that to someone.

While in thought, (Y/n) pulls Lyney to their room, and places him on their bed, sitting him down wordlessly, and moving to sit behind him.

Lyney registers the feeling of his hat being taken off, and fingers in his hair taking out his braid.

"Just relax. I'll take care of you. I know everything with Cesar has been tough. You've been preparing yourself for this moment for years-- but I know it's still been heavy."

(Y/n) presses a kisse to his head.

"Cesar would be proud of you. I know you feel guilty about with holding the truth from him, but I just know he'd understand. He would be so, so proud of you and Lynette."

Lyney doesn't remember when the first tear fell down his face, or when his performance clothes were removed and replaced with pjamas, or when he was tucked in against (Y/n)'s chest.

"Cesar can be truly at peace now with his name cleared. You did great Lyney."

Lyney takes a deep breathe, and burries himself in the safety of his lover's embrace.

"..Thank you (Y/n).."

"Of course Lyney. I'll be here for you, always."

this man has me in a chokehold

(thank god I pulled him<3)

-Strawberry

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#genshin impact #lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x reader angst #lyney and lynette #genshin x reader #lyney genshin #lyney genshin impact #genshin fontaine

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thrashkink-coven · 4 months

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Hi all,

Welcome to the last part of my 2024 altar tour! 4/4

What a year it has been! I have learned so much and made so many new friends! My altar has always been a reflection of my psyche, seeing it’s beauty reminds me of the beauty that exists within me. :)

So this is my final little work space where I do pendulum magick and tarot readings. There is a devotional mug to Lord Lucifer which I use for our morning coffee chats. There is also Lucifer’s devotional dragon statue, as well as the dual scrying mirror for him and Faviel.

There is a normal mirror and a statue of a pharaoh’s tomb. The board which the flowers and offerings are placed on dawns Faviel’s sigil and candle. To Faviel I have offered a palm stone, flowers, an acorn, smoky quartz, some black earrings, and some grubs.

Beside him is my pendulum in a selenite charging bowl along with my pendulum mat.

The black and white image you see was a piece of art I made for Archangel Jophiel after he gifted me a vision a year or so ago. I use it whenever I’m reaching out to him.

Beneath my altar is some space for storage where I keep my larger cauldron, mortar and pestle, larger candles, etc. There is also my stand where I keep my broom, fire poker, and shovel. My witch broom is wrapped in a protective seal. I use it to sweep ash from my prayer mat.

And finally, here are a few of the books I have in my collection that have greatly greatly aided me in my craft. Remember to do your research my dears!

The Arbatel of Magick- First English edition 1633, new edition 2013, edited by Earl Marwick

Healing with Form, Energy, and Light- Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche

Gods and Goddesses- Hallam, Elizabeth

The Lesser Key of Solomon- S.L MacGregor Mathers and Aleister Crowley

The Dictionary of Alchemy- Diana Fernando

The Art of Angels- Howard Loxton

Backland’s Book of Spirit Communications- Raymond Buckland

Transcendental Magick- Éliphas Lévi

The Greater Key of Solomon- S.L MacGregor Mathers

A History of God- Karen Armstrong

A Dictionary of Angels, Including Fallen Angels- Gustav Davidson

Making Talismans- Nick Farrell

The Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses- Johann Scheibel

The Egyptian Book of the Dead

The Rise and Fall of the Nephilim- Scott Alan Roberts

Buckland’s Complete Book of Witchcraft- Raymond Buckland

Candle Burning Rituals- Raymond Buckland

The Complete Book of Black Magick and Witchcraft

Green Witchcraft, Folk Magick, Fairy Lore & Herb Craft- Ann Moura

The Book of Forbidden Knowledge, Black Magick, Superstition, Charms and Divination- First Edition 1910s Johnson Smith & co. New Edition 2016 edited by Earl Marwick

Three Books of Occult Philosophy- Henry Cornelius Agrippa

and of course, The Holy Bible- New Living Translation.

I have many other books in my collection on tarot and astrology in my living room, but these are the books that have had the greatest impact on my craft. Here are a few of those other ones:

Love Potions- Tatania Hardie

The Book of Destinies- Jane Struthers

The Crystal Bible 2- Judy Hall

The Tarot Bible- Sarah Barlett

The Wicca Bible- Ann Marie Gallagher

Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs- Scott Cunningham

Magic and Medicine of Plants- Reader’s Digest

The Power of Birthdays Stars and Numbers- Saffi Crawford and Geraldine Sullivan

The Witches’ Goddess- Janet and Stewart Farrar

The Witches’ God- Janet and Stewart Farrar

•••

I wanted to end this tour off with my reading material because I want to emphasize how important it is to understand that “magick” is not just “stuff”.

I really enjoy all of my magical tools and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with having and wanting pretty things or an aesthetically pleasing altar. In fact I believe aesthetic and care are acts of love in themselves. Don’t ever let someone shame you for wanting to decorate and indulge in the aesthetics of your craft.

But please do remember that our greatest magical tool is our minds, our senses, and our experiences- our brains. Remember to read read read lots of material from many different sources. Contemplate honestly on everything you read, hear and experience. Do not take everything you believe today as a fact, do not box yourself in to anything. (Maybe that’s the Luciferian in me speaking lol)

Learn how to do magick alone, without any tools. My magick is not my stuff, although my stuff greatly aids me in my magick. Does that make sense?

Thank you so much for reading! I look forward to growing and learning so much more this year! :)

Blessed be!

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wasyago · 7 months

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episode 110 spoilers

just like, random thoughts and stuff, mostly bits that i remembered

i sat down to write this i forgot everything oh my god--

in chip's flashback. the black rose pirates following the king to the big sakura tree, and arlin holding baby chip's hand. this. the cutest shit ever, i think i almost cried at the image of this big badass group of pirates and this itty bitty child led gently by his hand. even if i didn't cry before i sure will right now, baby chip you're so dear to me...

QUEEN! they didn't remember anything aughhhhh 😭😭😭😭 and their and chip's little talk about how they're going to put the pieces together :( and their hug :(

whatever drey, finn and earl are doing on the ship... like, what? hello? glad they're having fun tho lol. also wait hold on a second. how did drey answer the call? i mean, probably with his leg or something, if i had to guess. or maybe finn held it up for him. not sure if finn is at it enough to be able to answer the shell by himself, so earl and drey are the only ones who can actually use it. and seing how earl is in a... predicament. hm.

jay saying that when she looks at gillion she sees family. AUGHHHHHHHHHH AUGH AUGH OUGH jay ferin i love you. and this is so important to me not only because like hell yes they're more than friends they're a family, but also for jay of all people, considering her relationship with her blood tied family and how complicated her relationship with this word is.

also girl please do something about your leg, im begging you. the bone is visible, this shit is not going to heal up by itself. i dont know how you're still limping around this must hurt so bad. i guess adrenalin maybe, but still. at least get some bandages or something, i don't know... what is it with jay and her legs actually. she fell off a roof in edison kingdom and landed on a piece of metal that fucked up her leg, and now this.

oh my god niklaus, how could i forget about my babygirl. i mean, what can i say i love this guy. i dont know how many times ive relistened to his intro song, but definitely more than i should've... um. there was a lot of big important lore that i don't have the brain capacity to process rn.... i want to say that niki is the nameless prince and/or the thing trapped in the hole in the sea. because he can only interact with one person at a time by inviting them to his pocket dimension (even with jay it was said that the time around her stopped while she was talking with niklaus), implying that niki is trapped somewhere and this is the only constricted way he can interact with the world. and to answer chip's questions he said he wants freedom more than anything, again implying that right now he doesn't have this freedom. which makes sense, right? but then, the big bad thing was supposedly trapped thousands of years ago (i think?), but niklaus was a world famous pirate lord not so long ago and not trapped anywhere, so.....? idk im probably missing something. can't for the life of me find the moment where they read the nameless prince book so like, whatever.

that moment where jay talked to chip about how she thinks its all her fault and she should've just gave up her arm and leg. and how chip reassures her....... them 🥺🤲 kind of inspired by that post abt chip and jay i reblogged earlier, but these two talking about their emotions and feelings is so dear to me. just, being human with each other and opening up. gill is great ofc, but i feel like for these two its much easier to talk to each other to feel understood and heard. i love them.....

chip is still very much dead and probably won't be resurrected any time soon, so... hooray new undead chip design! but also oh my god my poor boy... forever 19... (also charlie and condi being surprised that chip is only 19. yeah </3) my poor guy my poor baby, he sounds so beaten and depressed in the beginning of the episode, its just breaking my heart qwq...

star and zamia <333 hehe

chip trying to marry igneous. lol. darling chill out, you just got out of one unsuccessful marriage and it didn't teach you anything, you're dead, you're only 19, you've known this guy for like, 2 days? don't get me wrong, godspeed to chip, but cmon man take him out to dinner first or something

and uhhh. the end, that's all i got

#yagotalk #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi spoilers #riptide spoilers

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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hiii could i get J, P, Q an U for Slender? thanks! and i hope your day is going really well >_<

More Fluff Alphabet /w Slenderman but these letters!

my days been pretty okay! slow, but not terrible :O gonna be slow from tomorrow until next saturday so i might promote requests being open ponders not proof read!! though to be fair i dont. think i proof read any of my stuff

J (JEALOUSY)-

he can get rather possessive in general when it comes to you or his proxies so uh

don't like, try to make him jealous on purpose, it doesn't end well for anyone involved. actually don't try to tick off forest demons in general

i know i keep saying stuff like "oh god forbid someone make you uncomfortable" in these but like. slenderman is still this huge powerful creature, i know my interpretation on him is a bit silly n different but he still has roots in the 2010s fandom interpretation, you know?

there will be... a mess... is what im saying

in the case that someone is being weird with you, he's less jealous and more angry, though, of course not angry at you

though there will be hard boundaries set in place if you try to rile him up on purpose, he doesnt want to waste his time on someone whos going to toy with him like that. both in a "hey thats not really cool or healthy of you to do to me or our relationship" and also "im fucking slenderman im a old ass powerful demon, who do you think you are?"

P (PETNAMES)-

he calls you; love, darling, my dear

he likes being called; really anything under the sun, because as long as its something coming from your mouth hes pleased, because it ultimately means hes yours and youre his

q (QUESTION)-

for more context see this post! dives into lore stuff for my au/hcs but it'll help add context to this segment!:

here!

hope the link copied well enough </3 if not you can find it on my blog, titled "all entwined in one web" or something along those lines

anyways

some variant of "why do you stay"

you could have decided to be with literally anyone else, but you chose a solitary self loathing demon who eats people in order to survive, created for the sole purpose to cause issues and harm to humanity

on one hand he wants you to stick around and keep him company; but on the other hand he wants you as far away from him as possible so you can go out and live your own life without being in danger or having to put up with his whole deal

please give him lots of reassurance, its going to take a lot for him to stop asking those kinds of questions; assuming he stops asking at all

U (UPSET)-

i feel like him being upset is similar to the jealousy part of this post, but just more. broad. like hes not going to take shit if youre going to try to upset him on purpose

hes more patient if its accidental, though. diving into a previous fluff alphabet, if its an accident and something that can be helped in terms of future instances hes likely to work through it with you. he knows his time with you is short, if his partner is a mortal, and he doesnt want to waste that time

soft slenderman my beloved, let this man have complex emotions and desires and whatnot

kinda just. vanishes when he gets real upset, though, since he cant control his anger that well and generally just doesnt want you to see him like that- best way to help him like that is to just give him time

if youre the one upset hes going to listen to you, if you need someone to talk to. man of few words, advice can go fifty fifty

either gives good advice or not good advice; and thats on him being around for a long time but not really spending a lot of that time you know... interacting with others in a meaningful way

bonus if you still live at your place he's going to do a bunch of your chores for you. in. varying degrees of success, similar reasoning as above since he doesnt really have a home of his own to do like. dishes or laundry at. still bouncing between if im going to have the mansion be a part of this au of mine or not, and if so, how its going to tie in to everything

shrugs

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagines #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman imagine #slenderman x you

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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I am….. in lOVE with Maddox

like I know we don’t have a lot of info on him at the mo but he is the love of my entire life (after life??)

Anyway I read your entire blog in one afternoon and I am just about to combust with all the love I have for your writings,,, if possible could I request some head canons on our dear reaper boy, please? (Maybe some NSFW content if you feel like it) thank you I appreciate and love you

Yandere Grim Reaper Oc Cannons (Nsfw + art at bottom)

(An: this became kind of a lore dump as some point)

Maddox is nonbinary (he/they)

They’re not shy, just… distant. It’s been so long since he has been around another being human or otherwise for as long as he’s been with you. As such, they find it hard to express their feelings to you and avoid you unintentionally due to trying to figure things out. Will still your belongings if you ever leave them about since he does long to be by your side

His favorite thing item would have to be the jacket he constantly wears. They found it in your closet and something about it brings them so much joy. Maybe it’s because it reminds them of your warmth, and they have so little of their own. They have trouble sleeping if they’re not wearing it

Since he’s used to death and despair, any positive emotion of yours sends them over the moon with joy. As a reverse, they think they struggles to comfort you in times of turmoil, but experiences with grief lead them to be a decent hand to hold

They are technically the “baby" of the grim reapers. In the lore of this universe, there are grim reapers and angels who take on the role of them as well. Grim reapers are separate from God’s creations and in charge of watching the sands of time as well as guiding lost souls to their final destination. Angels only guide them. Their official title is Twelve as they are the twelfth and known last reaper.

Despite the last point, they tend to lose track of time quite easily in the mortal realm, especially when they are with you. Holding you for seconds feels like hours, yet that still isn’t enough for him to be satisfied.

They don’t like their human form as they were seriously injured in it in the past.

Honestly, I would argue he is the most deadly of the three living with you. While they wouldn’t outright kill a human that took a fancy to you, they would be more willing for things to happen to the hourglass attached to said person; even if it’s against the rules. On top of this, prolonged exposure to life causes odd things to happen to it, such as their lifespan jumping forward or backwards and on rare near fatal accidents. You are safe from this as you have his heart; both literally and metaphorically. He will watch your admirers soul drown into inexistence within the sands of time, unsure why it brings them peace.

When a soul is lost there or devoured that person’s existence is erased completely. They’ll do their best to comfort you and sweep off any fleeting memories as mere dreams or memories of a friend long gone.

On a final and lighter note, they enjoy spicy foods the most

(These next cannons are nsfw. Stop here if you don’t wish to see.)

With the fact they’ve haven’t around anyone in ages, they don’t know the touch of another either. On top of that, feelings such as lust and bodily desires are new as he’s never taken human form for long. Would probably get aroused from just your first kiss.

He may do research, but would prefer you guide them yourself and let them know how to carcass you properly. You are their first, their only; they want to give you want you need as moreso.

They are notably more submissive than anything, and somewhat hesitant to touch you. These hands have only held misfortune and decay, it almost doesn’t feel right to be able to hold something like you. Aside from that, most of their fantasies just happen to involve you taking them under your control with them

Upon becoming more comfortable overtime, they can’t keep their hands from roaming all over your body. Groping your chest, locking around your thighs; even smaller things like just holding onto yours as enough for him.

Another thing is that he lives for praise. Tell him that he’s doing a good job, promise that you’ll never leave. They come bashful that such simple words get them going so easily, but the emotions that fill them upon hearing are too great.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere story #yandere insert #tw yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere art #my artwork #yandere grim reaper #x reader #reader insert #maddox my oc #request

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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Hey dear! I was reading your daemon fics and wanted to say that I loved them all (especially the ones with poc reader) that being said I wanted to know if I could get an imagine or oneshot nsfw Daemon x poc wife fem!reader 🔥🔥🔥 with cockwarming please?

Oh goody, goody!

"Reward"

Pairing: Daemon x Fem. Reader (POC/Second person POV/Established relationship)

Themes : Smut | Soft | Aftercare

Word count: 1.3k words

Summary : The night is cold, but you and prince Daemon warm each other in more ways than one.

Rating : 🔥🔥 🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

Want to be tagged? Want to know the rules? Read all here.

The snowfall was incessant, and the rooms inside Visenya's tower got cold as the fire slowly died.

You wanted to get up, to move, to get a fire going, but Daemon forbade you from doing so. He was seated on a chaise, reading an old, dusty tome on Valyrian dragon lore, and you? You had been straddling him for gods knows how long, his cock buried deep inside your throbbing cunt. There was no sound, save for those of a page being turned, soft breaths, and the wind that whistled outside the windows of your shared chambers.

This was your first time, simply warming your lord husband like this. And at first, it was uncomfortable. But now, as time slowly passed, you started to enjoy the feeling of keeping still, of keeping him inside while he continued to read. And you started to lose track of the moments melting into each other even as your arousal trickled down your thighs and onto his breeches. You wanted to say something about it, but you remembered Daemon's orders. To warm him, to not touch him, and to keep quiet until he asked a question, or it hurt and you needed a change. There was nothing, no question, and this enforced silence felt oddly soothing, almost as good as having him inside you.

Daemon turned another page and looked up, his lips curling into a deep, satisfying smile when his gaze rested on your glossy eyes and your half-parted lips. "Good girl," he crooned, running his free hand over your thigh. You shivered when you felt the warmth of his touch, goosebumps rising all over and your skin warming when that hand glided up and worked on the ties of your robe.

"So patient," Daemon murmured, pleased when you uttered not a word. "And so obedient. Just be patient a little longer, and I will reward you."

Oh, how he grinned when you hummed and nodded. He took you in—your soft lips, the thick curls of your hair. It had grown even longer, and he loved it, always wanting to play with it. And your skin, like finely polished obsidian, gleaming in the light of all those tapers. How he loved to touch it—to run his fingers down your arms whenever an opportunity presented itself. And Daemon was a prince, was he not? He could make such opportunities present themselves if none were in the offing. And you always found a way to encourage it. And that was what he loved even more. Your sense of playfulness. Right now, though, it was your willingness to comply that aroused him greatly.

And he was aroused. Oh, how Daemon found it hard to focus. With each passing moment, his ability to concentrate crumbled little by little. With each little breath you took, each little tremble in your belly, the fluttering of your walls around his cock, made it hard, so very hard. Daemon relished it though. He enjoyed this, pushing the limits a little while watching you push yours.

You felt your mind drift little by little into nothingness. It did not worry you, and you willingly surrendered. You knew Daemon would be there to catch you and to look after you. Because he loved you. Just you.

And right now his hand was pushing the flaps of your robe aside to touch your bare skin. Oh, how that made you jolt and win a growl from him. Daemon put his book away, thinking he had made you wait long enough. "Kelītsos," he whispered, his hand rising to cup your cheek. That brought you out of your little trance. You blinked once, then twice, your eyes struggling to focus. When they did, they rested on Daemon's vivid purple eyes, now dark and glinting wickedly. "Come here," he said, and threw his arms around you like a vise.

That first kiss of his burned you to your core. Daemon's lips ravaged yours, his hands tracing lines over your spine, sending jolt after jolt all over your body. You sighed into his kiss, parting your lips for his tongue. And his own sinful mouth—oh, how it tasted sweet—of the honey he had for dessert. You trembled against him, your body yielding slowly, degree by slow degree. A helpless sound, something between a whimper and a sigh, rose from the back of your throat. Daemon relished it, his lips still plundering, his body shivering when your hands snuck under his tunic and ran up against his bare flesh.

Oh how that made him want. His kisses grew frantic, his tongue running over your lips, the warm insides of your mouth. His breath shuddered when your hands splayed over his belly as if to brace yourself. Daemon moaned when you kissed back with equal fire and when you started to roll your hips without realizing it. He moved his hands to your sides to stop you from moving.

"M-my l-lord," you whimpered, already overwhelmed. You wanted him, needed him to move, to take you over the edge. "It's t-too much."

"I know kelītsos," Daemon said, taking a moment to savour you as you were: rich, black curly hair already tussled, your dark eyes glossy with need. He drank you in, admiring your beauty, before dragging you in for another kiss.

This time, it was Daemon who started to move. He grew drunk on the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the subtle squelching sounds of his cock sinking into your heat. And when you started to roll your hips again, grinding into him, matching his rhythm for rhythm, he growled and slammed into you harder, turning your bones to water.

You grew lightheaded and dizzy from his embraces and his deep, drugging kisses. You barely felt the warm, rough hand gliding over to your thigh, but the sharp, stinging sensation of it leaving its mark made your body burn. "More," you managed to say, and Daemon was more than happy to oblige. His hand marked you over and over again, not stopping until it felt like your entire body was pulsing. And you were close. So very close. You felt like a bowstring that had been pulled taut and close to snapping.

And Daemon was unyielding. He kept slamming his hips against the insides of your thighs, barely feeling your fingers digging into his skin. He forced open his eyes and caught a tantalizing glimpse of your head thrown back and your mouth parting in deep moans. That just made him go harder and faster, the muscles of his body coiling tighter and tighter.

You were lost in him, your body responding to his every move. Everything seemed to go faster and faster; a wave kept building and building, as if threatening to pull you under. Daemon grabbed onto you, holding you flush against him as he fucked you harder and harder. "Let go, kelītsos," he ordered, his voice gutteral and harsh. "Let go for me."

Oh, and how that did it. The world seemed to stop spinning as your orgasm ripped through you, almost robbing you of breath. You couldn't think, could barely breathe, your cry muffled when you collapsed against Daemon, your face buried against his shoulder. And Daemon kept fucking you through your orgasm, not stopping until his own release was upon him. When those coiled muscles snapped, he plunged deep inside of you and spilled his seed with a deep, satisfying grunt.

The room suddenly went very quiet. Daemon held onto you, rubbing your back, whispering soothing words, and gently bringing you down from your high. Your body still shook and it took several moments before your breathing came back to an even keel again.

"Kelītsos," Daemon cooed when you nuzzled against his neck. "Are you alright?"

You swallowed before finding your voice. "I think I am," you breathed, your body softening once more under his touch. "But it's so cold."

Sure enough, the fire had died. "Give me a moment, kelītsos," Daemon pulled out of you and laid you flat on the chaise, only to leave your side after a quick kiss. "I'll get a fire going. And then run a bath for you."

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Translations: Kelītsos : kitten

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hydro--archon · 4 months

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"Rejoice! For I am here!"

Welcome, all, to this little blog~!

This is a roleplay blog for Furina - but how we thought she would be - bratty, spoiled, a bit mean, and chaotic~ As much as I love her personality and backstory now, I miss thinking of her as a bratty girlfailure, and not getting sad whenever I tried thinking about her lore.

Some things to expect; She will be a bit mean! Girlie is smug, gloats and triumphs over others, etc.~ She is, in reality very weak and vulnerable. She gets embarrassed/flustered very easily, etc. etc. She practices a number of things - Fencing (In this case, she is very good with swords!), dancing, singing, writing, participating in public events (festivals, parties, etc.) She is quite the extrovert, despite her relatively... self centered nature, and loves to socialize (It gives her happy little butterflies) I am okay with roleplaying romance/nsfw! Just please, please don't interact in an nsfw manner if your muse or you are a minor. Not allowed! And also, there must be some sort of previous interaction between the two. (Send an ooc dm/ask beforehand so that I'd know to expect it!) Dm me if you're interested in rping as an oc/persona! I would love to learn some backstory, or see any reference art/picrews/etc. to get a general idea of what they look like.

I am okay with rping in dms :)

Anyone can interact!

Some more information about Furina:

- She is very lonely. She is up to her waist in work, and although she does not seem it whatsoever, she is quite stressed. - She likes walks at night! It's cool, peaceful, quiet.... - Loves animals of all kinds. She might hesitate to touch a spider or frog, but would love to look at them when they're.... safely behind glass. - Bi queen, gets butterflies at the smallest amount of teasing or flirting - Takes regular naps for 2 hours every day - She is the actual god/hydro archon in this case! She has great Hydro abilities, although she's a tiny bit too lazy to use them.

Thank you for reading~!

Lots of love, your dear host

~ Rosemary

#furina #genshin impact #roleplay #rp #roleplay blog #furina roleplay #furina rp #open rp #closed rp #genshin roleplay #genshin impact roleplay #furina de fontaine #genshin furina #genshin impact furina

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stellaris-archivum · 4 months

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a vampire x vampire hunter au with my valorant oc because my brain is rotting over this idea for the longest time

notes:

self insert, original female character

hunter! oc x vampire! chamber

amihan is 32 years old, vincent (chamber) is about a century old

not beta read

a tentative idea, but it could be changed later on. it's 1am, im tired, but i really want to write this down because it has been CONSUMING ME

possible (very briefly mentioned) vampire hunter lore here that will be explored if i do write it down as a series

amihan can be y/n?????

"A pleasant surprise, good to see you made it in time, chèrie." An impish grin greeted her upon her arrival, his gelled, swept-back hair glistened in the moonlight. "I have been waiting for you."

There's the grin she always loathed, the smooth, suavely voice that she always grinded her gears. For the countless encounters they've had, it almost became a routine. For the hunter and solar sorcerer Amihan Mendoza to find one of the most powerful vampires in Quebec in this specific spot is no lucky chance—their connection was of uncanny circumstances. Fighting through patterns, through repetition, they just found themselves within the vicinity of one another; every other night without fail. Amihan stood within the trees, leaves, tree bark and stems underneath her feet. She scoffed, "You know I wouldn't miss the chance to finally killing you, Vincent."

"Vincent? Please, no need for such formalities." His sharp fangs poked out just enough for her to see as he grinned, standing tall atop a red maple tree. Amihan has always found it odd—no, weird to see the vampire in such a... convoluted type of clothing. It is the 21st century, people wore casual clothing and not, well, whatever Victorian era corpse he stole his outfit from. A lot of the vampires that she had hunted and killed lately were dressed within the century in order to blend in with the crowd but for some reason, Vincent the Vampire simply refused to get with the times. She couldn't really say if it was worse or not, but she absolutely disliked the fact that it actually suited him. Like actually looked good on him. For a vampire as old as he was, Amihan could never imagine anything else in his person other than expensive garments and frilly shirts. "Mon chou, it is rude to stare."

"I'll stare whenever I damn want and however long," she spat, folding her arms unamused. "And how do you want this to start, hm? I believe it's about time you make the first move."

"Dear god, mon chasseur," he snorted, "I am your prey! Do you truly expect that I will make the first move? I may be a savage, yes, but I am also a gentleman. Ladies' first."

"A gentleman or a coward?" Her sharp eyes stared up at him with the same old scowl. Was it growing deeper with the distaste she had for him? Maybe, but she was definitely curious to see if she could get him to move first. "I don't see why you shouldn't make the first move—this is a one-time offer, buddy. I reckon don't waste it."

"Is that a taunt? How cute."

"I'm just saying that if you don't move through your entire character then maybe you're not a true gentleman after all." The hunter shrugs rather dismissively. "Ladies' first, sure. But don't you think it's quite rude to have the woman do all the work? I believe for the 5 months I've hunted your elusive ass, I have done most of the initiating. It's about damn time you do so now, don't you think?" Amihan kept her dull, brown eyes on him. She wanted him to get annoyed, slighted. Out of all the vampires he had hunted, he seems to be the most elusive, most intelligent, and the most eerily humane. Upon observation during their past encounters, this vampire seems to be the only one who was thinking rationally. It wouldn't be too bad to try and take that away from him, right? Startle, confuse, overcome—that was the way to go. Would she win against him this time?

The vampire seemed to think about what she had said though, and he seemed to be a little conflicted. She definitely got him there where she wanted him. There was a stir in his mind, he couldn't care less who initiates and who doesn't; he was just trying to survive! Well, there were a lot of similar individuals in a similar situation as he, but they weren't as fortunate as he was (he did think they were imbeciles for being caught and killed like that and like before, that was not his problem). His only concern was to survive, nothing more, but for the past 5 months he did find the hunter's unrelenting resolve as something that was fascinating. As he was quite the annoying vampire to hunt and as well as the most rational, most hunters have died in the belief that he was like his feral brethren—moving solely to quench their thirst for life. Other hunters had escaped, other hunters found him difficult to contain and had given up trying.

But not Amihan.

Every other day without fail? It was only something Amihan could do. The way that she was the only one to have ever figured out his routine and had been continually meeting him here in this exact same spot, it had caught his attention and interest. His curiosity could only grow and eat him in sorry frustration as she would most likely kill him if he ever came close. What would her blood taste like, how would his skin glide to the shape of her nape? Just the mere thought of it made his mouth water but he was immediately dragged away by her voice, taunting, telling him to come closer...

"Come on," Amihan said in boredom, "Move."

For a second, his rationality slipped at the most crucial moment, finding himself right in front of her, nose touching, breaths mingling—the wind howled coldly through the trees and forests of Quebec as the space between them became occupied in a matter of seconds. His eyes were locked in one spot on her body. The nape—his mouth started to water again, his teeth felt itchy, painfully trying and wanting to sink into her flesh, slowly consumed by the thought of it.

Bite. Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink—

The hunter's victorious grin was such an eerie sight that was immediately forgotten by the sudden, overwhelming pain that flared up his body.

"Dimwit," she said, grinning from ear to ear. "I've finally caught you."

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All the HP fanfic on AO3 ranked by kudos #11

Evitative by Vichan

Guys. I think this is the best fanfiction I have ever read. It felt more canon than the actual 5th book. Dear god I wish this could be canon. Here are the details; main ship: drarry. Rating: teen. Content warnings: blood, self inflicted wounds for rituals, bullying. Word count: 222,435

I don’t even know where to start. Ok, Harry has a relationship with the dark arts in this fic. It’s basically what influences him to accept being resorted into Slytherin. The author invites a beautiful sub-lore to the fandom. And believe me when I say it is well described and detailed. The author does an amazing job explaining Slytherin prejudice and wizards hatred of the dark arts. It’s si profound because it’s never touched on in the books cause JKR kinda hated Slytherins herself. It’s just amazing what this author does for the slytherins. They handle pure blood prejudice very well and show the house as willing to grow and change. Overall, the dark and misrepresented slytherins and given their time to shine in this book.

Ok now Drarry! I wanted mooorrreee. This was the slowest slow burn I’ve ever read. And honestly that’s because the relationship wasn’t the main focus of the fic. In all honestly the main ship should’ve been Harry/ Dark Magic. That was the main cultivating relationship with drarry being minor. But it was still very very well done. Extraordinary. I suppose it’s good that it was a super slow burn because it fit the mood of the fic very well. Harry has to adapt to being in slytherin and being able to trust his peers, so it only makes sense that it takes a long time for him to cultivate a relationship with Draco. But it ends really well.

The plot of this fic is just astounding. Take the entire Order of the Phoenix and warp it to Slytherin Harry Potter and that’s this fic. Including the length and the detail. It was so moving I feel like I can’t even properly articulate it.

All I have to say is read it. That’s it. This is my favorite piece of HP fanfic I’ve ever read. Please, if you want to read a long fic, read this one. 10/10. I recommend to anyone in the HP fandom who needs more of the books without JK’s Slytherin prejudice. This is an amazing piece of literature.

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