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— Voicelines about Creator!Reader (Inazuma) ♡ ！

⊹ [ characters ] — Ayaka, Ayato, Ei, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Kokomi, Sara, Sayu, Shinobu, Thoma, Yae Miko & Yoimiya. ◞

⊹ [ synopsis ] — let's see what they think about you. ◞

⊹ [ cw ] — religious themes. ◞

⠀‣ Ayaka

About The Creator: Divine Presence

"It's always a pleasure to have Our God blessing the festivities we prepared with their presence, the sun and moon appear to shine brighter when they're here, and the people happier. It surely makes me happy to see them enjoying the festival..."

About The Creator: Consort

"As an Acolyte and a member of the Kamisato clan, it is a great honor to be Their Grace's consort... But if I may tell my more personal feelings, I feel at ease with Y/n, like I can be myself, I don't feel like people want to know more about us beyond our positions, but when we're together we don't have any titles separating us. Have you seen the beautiful scenery of the sun at dawn dazzling on Inazuma? Their smile are alike."

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⠀‣ Ayato

About The Creator: Divine Ceremonies

"It is the duty of the Yashiro Commission to held festivities in Their Grace's name, such as welcoming parties, the day of their descent, and birthday of course, while trying to fit their taste. With all due respect, I have to say their opinions are quite interesting... You see, playing tcg wouldn't be the first idea I'd have for an official ceremony."

About The Creator: Consort

"Hm... So you wish to know more about our union? I suppose I can share with you a few things. We sadly don't have much time for each other as we're quite busy with our own matters, therefore I try to express my feelings in letters and presents. They did tell me it was useless to spoil them with such 'overexpensive' gifts, but... the sight of their lovely face trying to suppress a smile won't ever stop to amuse me... Besides, no price comes close to my love for Y/n."

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⠀‣ Raiden Shogun

About The Creator: Remaining Soul

"Their body may have perished, but their creations never have once forgot about them. Now, they have been reincarnated into this fragile body, but they are slowly regaining their power as it has remained into the memory of the land. This is eternity at its purest form."

⠀‣ Ei

About The Creator: Consort

"Ah, my exceptional lover. In many ways they have changed my daily routine, I tried things I would never have done before, that I considered futile for my quest of pursuing eternity. But they made me realized even the smallest actions, no matter if they last for long or not, can bring an eternal feeling to one, for exemple the pleasure of eating a dessert is temporary, but the memory of its delicious taste will always be unchanging and bring happiness to the one remembering it. I accepted their proposal as a promise that by my side they shall remain joyful forevermore."

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⠀‣ Gorou

About The Creator: Prayers

"I have heard few of my soldiers praying that none of their comrades or themselves would die before any serious battles or missions, I'm not really a religious person but I can't blame them, if this help them to have courage then why not?"

About The Creator: Consort

"They have brought a lot of help to Watatsumi Island, and that was even before we get together! What I love about them is that they're always so caring with whoever, they're so kind-hearted... They have lots of others qualities too, they're beautiful, funny, cunning, and the list goes on. They also must have some sort of magic in their hands, always finding my best spot to rub... H-hm, that st-stay between us, of cou-rse, I don't want them to tease me about it..."

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⠀‣ Heizou

About The Creator: An interesting Case

"Quite the intriguing person, aren't they? I'm not really into godly affairs but I have to admit that them waking up with not only no memories of their past life but new ones from another world is quite...hm, intriguing."

About The Creator: Consort

"They truly have no shame for playing and stealing the heart of a member of the Tenryou Commission, they used my own tricks to make me fall over heels for them and now I don't think I can recover. Sadly their title make it impossible for me to arrest them and make them face justice, but that doesn't mean I can't teach them a lesson with my own ways..."

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⠀‣ Itto

About The Creator: Ultimate Battle

"I didn't think much of them before they challenged me to a duel of tcg! Of course, I accepted it, I'm not the one to run away from a challenge and people from everywhere knows them, winning against them means that everyone will know the name of Arataki 'The Ultimate TCG Champion' Itto, ha! The one who defeated The Creator with no fear, people would never dare to fight me again, as the simple mention of my name strikes fear into my opponents, hehe... Huh? Did I actually beat them? Well... not yet, but it's only a matter of time before glory fall upon me!"

About The Creator: Consort

"The wha-? Oh yeah, sorry, I'm not used to call them that, I mostly use 'My ultimate bro', 'My one and oni', 'My onikaboo-boo', 'Cutie-sweetie-you-wish-you-had-them-ie-but-you-can't-because-this-lovely-is-the-lover-of-this-oni'. But yeah, they're fantastic, they help me to get out of jail, though sometimes they say I deserve it and leave me there... But besides that, they're an excellent cuddle buddy, always knowing how to brush my hair and horns not too delicately but not too rou-... Hey! What are you laughing at? Oh... So you think that's funny that the fierce leader of the Arataki gang have a cuddle buddy? Pff... I don't care what you think and I'm sure you're just jealous."

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⠀‣ Kazuha

About The Creator: Independence

"Everywhere I go their name is on everyone's lips, I have heard they were kind and thoughtful, but what I recall best is their free spirit and wish to explore all of Teyvat, including the people but the responsibilities they have to shoulder prevent them from realizing their ambitions... Like a bird in a cage."

About The Creator: Consort

"To be truthful with you, I was hesitant of this offer, I love them with all my heart more than anything else, but what does being a consort means? I wanted to continue my life with the loving carefree spirit I fell in love with not The Creator, I was concerned that we would be tied by others' expectations and wouldn't be able to live our life freely. But... they know me best and reassured me that none of this would happen. I'll be forever grateful that our paths met, they know how to comfort me."

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⠀‣ Kokomi

About The Creator

"It is difficult to know whom can you put your trust in, and if so how much amount. The Creator have proven we can trust them to help Watatsumi Island, and as its Divine Priestess I'm deeply thankful to what they have done for us. But I started to fully trust them when I discussed with them, their help didn't have any other intention than just being an act of kindness... I'm slightly concerned that others will abuse of their sympathy, but I'll be there in case that happens."

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⠀‣ Sara

About The Creator

"The Raiden Shogun and myself are both Acolytes of The Creator, and since The Shogun worships them I shall give them my undying loyalty and forever assist them. Even if... their casual personality and peculiar behavior during official ceremonies is quite questionable for a God..."

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⠀‣ Sayu

About The Creator

"I heard about them but only saw them once, I saw their hand going towards my head so I quickly avoided it, turned out they wanted to ruffle my hair, unlike head pats I don't think it will stop me from growing so I let them, but that made me feel even more sleepy."

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⠀‣ Shinobu

About The Creator

"I have to thank them for saving us from difficult situations which even I couldn't do anything. The gang really love them especially the Boss, they're easy going and it's easy to forget they're the most superior being in all of Teyvat, they could have been one of us but of course their position doesn't allow them, but like the Boss said they're an official-but-not-really-member-of-The-Arataki-gang."

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⠀‣ Thoma

About The Creator: Fun Activities

"They're very different from The Shogun, they don't really seek for an ideal like the Archons, they just simply want to enjoy life in Teyvat, haha... They've surprised me with asking if they could play the hotpot game, and I can tell you it was very fun, though I really need to pay attention to what ingredients I put... The others would probably kill me if Y/n even just has a small brain freeze, hehe..."

About The Creator: Consort

"Yes, I've heard people saying 'how can they marry a simple housekeeper?' and I have to say I wonder the same, ahaha... They're so lovely and a kind-hearted soul, I still can't believe they proposed to me, it feels like a dream when I'm with them. And we're partners in crimes when it comes to feeding and petting every stray animals in Inazuma, if you saw how easily they attract animals, it took me days to explain to every pet owners why did their pet suddenly disappeared..."

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⠀‣ Yae Miko

About The Creator: Divine inspiration

"Ah yes, they're a great inspiration and pretty much all of our books related to them sell like hotcakes, we're currently on the 3rd volume of 'Divine Expressions for Dummies', we also do novels that are loosely based on them, 'Next thing I knew... I was a Deity', 'Me and My 100 Spouses' and one of my favorites is 'The Fake God' it is quite the tragedy and not the happiest book, but the end where the main character has their revenge is... satisfying."

About The Creator: Consort

"My, my, curious, aren't you? I can't really blame you, an individual like Y/n is quite the partner, a boring moment doesn't last long with them, they're just so fun to tease and their hands are very soft a perfect recommendation for everyone with fur. Hm? Everyone keeps telling you about how good they pet them? Oh well, I guess I can't blame those people, but I'll have to discuss this with Y/n when I see them..."

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⠀‣ Yoimiya

About The Creator: A Shared Enthusiasm

"Y/n! Have you seen them? They're always so busy... Sometimes they come to buy me fireworks whenever if they want to keep it as a souvenir of Inazuma or asking me if we can use them together. Fireworks don't need to wait for festivals to be used, and what is cool is that with Y/n no one dares to contradict them and tell us when and where we can't do fireworks, ahh... I hope I'll see them again soon."

About The Creator: Consort

"Unbelievable, right? If we have told me I would marry a God one day I would've laugh at them. When I met Y/n I didn't even know about their true identity, but lemme tell you, them creating Teyvat and all is the least interesting part about them, they're sweet and fun, they always tell stories about their other world and the kids and I love them so much. And they share my passion for fireworks! We're planning to do the biggest fireworks show that can be seen in all of Teyvat at the same time, even if they're lots of things we didn't consider but the thought is beautiful, isn't it? Aha... Also when I told pops about me and Y/n he couldn't stop smiling for the whole week! Though, I'm not sure if he understood the part that I told it was 'The Creator'."

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phoenix-bleh · 2 months

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I have a request for Shadow Milk Cookie x reader!! Ok so the beasts are like the first cookies ever made right. SO like imagine reader gets reincarnated somehow because during the time Shadow Milk Cookie was locked up they waited for his return. Sadly like they perished and somehow they get reincarnated and he's like was I gone that long cuz reader is so confused who he is!! Like ahh angst

I hope this one is good because I really like your idea, please enjoy<3

Shadow Milk Cookie x reader angst

Back when the Beasts weren’t corrupted by power. Shadow Milk would go on adventures with his friends and on his journey he met a particular cookie. It was you! When he first met you were tending to a group of flowers in a garden, he couldn’t help but feel very interested in you. When he went to go talk to you, you were indeed very interesting.

You had so many hobbies and goals in your life and the way you just beamed with determination for those goals was mesmerizing for him. He wanted to get to know you better, so he invited you for a cup of tea. During your tea time together he offered to help you tend to your lovely garden.

So every so now and then, normally once or twice a week, he will come over and help you mend your flowers. He was a very sweet and charming cookie, and surprisingly he knew how to make fun from time to time and make you laugh. He was also skilled in craftsmanship and would often come over with a handmade gift for you.

It wasn’t until a few months later he started catching feelings for you. You were just so beautiful and sweet he absolutely loved the times he spent with you. Even if it was just you two just quietly watering the flowers he enjoyed your company. He wanted to take this relationship a bit further.

When he had the courage to tell you how he felt he did it in a special way. He secretly set up a small picnic in your garden so when you got back home you would see what he did for you. Then you guys talked and that’s when he pulled out a small bouquet of flowers and told you how he felt.

When you returned his feelings he couldn’t be any more happier. He would hug you and swing you around announcing just how much he loved you. Both of you went inside and cuddled for the rest of the night and in his head he was thinking about just how lucky he was to have you.

Untill…

Shadow Milk slowly started to understand the true extent of his powers and so did his friends. As time went he and his friends slowly started getting corrupt and little by little they each started losing their sense and starting causing chaos on all of Earthbread for their own entertainment.

You were safe from this distraction however, since Shadow Milk still surprisingly cared about you. It wasn’t the same anymore you knew how wrong this was and all the wrongs he was doing. Although you were completely powerless against him. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

The witches couldn’t bear to see all this suffering so they took action and lock away all the Beasts in a prison in the form of a silver tree. And at that moment Shadow Milk started to finally understand what was happening.

He had to face the consequences of his actions, but he still remembered you. He truly loved you he really did, but now he was trapped and left with his memories of the time you two spent together. He misses you and once he’s freed he’s coming to find you again.

You were very old now but you still waited in hopes you might see him again. You sat at the silver tree and cried. It’s been so long and you still miss him and you knew you had to accept that you were never gonna see him again, but a little part of you still hopes that maybe you just might see him again.

A lot of time has passed and you are no longer alive anymore. Although somehow you were given another chance to live again so you were reincarnated into the same doughy body. You spent your years never knowing your previous life, never knowing you had another to begin with.

When the time finally came Shadow Milk Cookie broke free from the silver and just like he promised he went to go find. He found you in the garden you always tended to. He was excited but he was worried if you would still love him even after all the destruction he had caused.

He couldn’t wait any longer and ran towards you to give you a hug “y/n cookie it’s been so long i missed you so much!” It felt nice being able to hold you again. He wished this feeling could last forever. Until you pushed him away. “Um sorry sir but i don’t think you caught the right person.” He stood there blinking at you “It’s me! Shadow Milk Cookie we used to have a lovely life together! Me and you!”

“I'm sorry ... .I've never seen you before in my life.” That’s when it hit him. He lost track of time a long time ago and never knew how long he’s really been stuck in that tree. Then how were you still here and why don’t you remember him. He felt tears slowly slip down his face when he realized to you, he was never a part of your life.

Was he really gone for that long?

#crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader

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coyote-finn · 7 months

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"At the risk of stating the obvious, no woman can mate with a bull and produce a child. Recognizing this simple scientific fact, I am led to a somewhat interesting suspicion: King Minos did not build the labyrinth to imprison a monster but to conceal a deformed child, his child.

While the Minotaur has often been depicted as a creature with the body of a bull but the torso of a man, centaur-like, the myth describes the minotaur as simply having the head of a bull and the body of a man, or in other words, a man with a deformed face. I believe pride would not allow Minos to accept that the heir to the throne had a horrendous appearance.

Consequently, he dissolved the right of ascension by publicly accusing his wife Pasiphae of fornicating with a male bovine.

Having enough conscience to keep from murdering his own flesh and blood, Minos had a labyrinth constructed, complicated enough to keep his son from ever escaping but without bars to suggest a prison. (It is interesting to note how the myth states most of the Athenian youth "fed" to the Minotaur actually starved to death in the Labyrinth, thus indicating their deaths had more to do with the complexity of the maze and less to do with the presumed ferocity of the Minotaur.)

I am convinced Minos' maze really serves as a trope for repression. My published thoughts on this subject (see "Birth Defects in Knossos"Sonny Won't Wait Flyer, Santa Cruz, 1968) inspired the playwright Taggert Chielitz to author a play called *The Minotaur* for The Seattle Repertory Company. As only eight people, including the doorman, got a chance to see the production, I produce here a brief summary:

Chielitz begins his play with Minos entering the labyrinth late one evening to speak to his son. As it turns out, the Minotaur is a gentle and misunderstood creature, while the so-called Athenian youth are convicted criminals who were already sentenced to death back in Greece. Usually King Minos has them secretly executed and then publicly claims their deaths were caused by the terrifying Minotaur thus ensuring that the residents of Knossos will never get too close to the labyrinth. Unfortunately this time, one of the criminals had escaped into the maze, encountered Mint (as Chielitz refers to the Minotaur) and nearly murdered him. Had Minos himself not rushed in and killed the criminal, his son would have perished. Suffice it to say Minos is furious. He has caught himself caring for his son and the resulting guilt and sorrow ineeses him to no end. As the play progresses, the King slowly sees past his son's deformities, eventually discovering an elegiae spirit, an artistie sentiment and most importantly a visionary understanding of the world. Soon a deep paternal love grows in the King's heart and he begins to conceive of a way to reintroduce the Minotaur back into society. Sadly, the stories the King has spread throughout the world concerning this terrifying beast prove the seeds of tragedy. Soon enough, a bruiser named Theseus arrives (Chielitz describes him as a drunken, virtually retarded, frat boy) who without a second thought hacks the Minotaur into little pieces. In one of the play's most moving scenes, King Minos, with tears streaming down his face, publicly commends Theseus' courage. The crowd believes the tears are a sign of gratitude while we the audience understand they are tears of loss. The King's heart breaks and while he will go on to be an extremely just ruler, it is a justice forever informed by the deepest kind of agony."

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

pg. 110-111

#house of leaves #hol #mark z danielewski #king minos #minotaur #the minotaur

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pink-sparkly-witch · 5 months

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The One That Got Away - Epilogue

Warnings: fluff

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: That’s all folks! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did.😘💖

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ONE YEAR LATER

Dean and Y/N carried various potluck side dishes into the backyard, placing them on the long wooden table Dean had made in his spare time to accommodate his growing family.

John and Bobby were manning the grill, and Sam was playing with Miracle, the big goofball dog Dean had rescued from a burning building where his owners had sadly perished.

Jody and Mary sat at the table in the sunshine with Jess across from them, sheltering under the parasol with baby Matthew.

When the little boy saw Y/N, he gave her a big toothy smile. He wasn’t even a year old yet and had the same Winchester charm his father, uncle and grandfather had. Y/N couldn’t refuse the grabby hands and little mewls demanding she takes him from his mother’s arms and into hers.

“Hey, buddy!” Y/N smiled as she lifted Matthew and placed him on her hip. Every day his baby babbles sounded more like actual words. Although she wasn’t as versed in Matthew’s baby language as his parents were, she listened to him intently and responded whenever there was a break in his storytelling.

Today’s gathering was a double celebration. Bobby was retiring as Fire Chief at Lawrence F.D. Dean had accepted the promotion into his role and would start as the new Chief at Firehouse 3 the following week. Y/N couldn’t be prouder of her boyfriend and wouldn’t deny that him not running head-first into fires ninety percent of the time would make her life much less stressful.

“He always settles so easily with you,” Jess smiled, and Y/N glanced down to see Matthew had fallen asleep on her shoulder.

“What can I say? Kids love me,” Y/N said, giggling as Dean bent to kiss her forehead, a soft smile curving his lips upwards. The look of utter adoration that shone in his green eyes was overwhelming, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

“Alright,” John called from the other side of the yard. “First batch of food is ready!”

“Here, let me take him so you can get something to eat. You must be starving after coming off a night shift and barely sleeping before entertaining all of us,” Jess said as she reached to take the sleeping baby from Y/N’s arms.

“It’s fine, Jess. I can survive another twenty minutes. Go, eat something hot for a change without burning your mouth!” Y/N grinned as Jess gave her a grateful smile.

Once everyone had their fill of food and relaxed with some drinks, Y/N and Jody began clearing dishes and putting away the leftovers before promising to bring more beer and another bottle of wine from the kitchen when they were finished.

“You look happy,” Jody smiled fondly.

“I am,” Y/N nodded, unable to hide her grin.

“Is he treating you right?” The older woman asked next.

“Not just right, Jody. He makes me feel safe and loved and wanted. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“Good. I’m happy for you, kiddo. You deserve all of it,” Jody hugged her tightly and added, “And if he puts a toe out of line, he is a dead man!” The women chuckled, and Jody pulled back slightly. “Come on, let’s get these drinks out there and join the celebrations.”

Jody placed a cooler filled with ice, beer and a bottle of wine onto the table, and Y/N gave out clean glasses and placed the corkscrew and bottle opener next to it. John and Sam passed out the drinks, and when no one was left empty-handed and had settled into conversation, Dean stood and gathered everyone’s attention.

“As I’m sure you all know, I’m not good with words and find it hard to talk about my feelings. Today, I’m putting that aside to celebrate a great mentor, a great Chief, and an even greater man. I’ve been in Bobby’s Firehouse since I was a cocky probie, and he quickly knocked that out of me completely! He taught me all I know, and that’s why stepping into his shoes isn’t as terrifying now as it was the first time Bobby told me that one day, I’d be sitting in his seat.

“So, cheers, Bobby! Thank you for having patience with me, for mentoring me and teaching me all I know, for seeing something in me that I couldn’t, and for treating me like family. In and out of the Firehouse.” Dean said, and cries of cheers, congratulations and clinking glasses rang through the backyard. He cleared his throat, letting them know he wasn’t finished yet.

“I know we’re here to celebrate Bobby’s retirement and my promotion, but I’m hoping we might have another reason to celebrate. It’s times like this that I wish I could be more articulate and find the right words to talk about how I feel and the million things I really want to say… need to say. And I promise to try, but for now, the only words I have are the most important ones… Y/N,” Dean’s voice cracked as he got down on one knee before her and pulled out a little velvet box. “Will you marry me?”

Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth in shock, and tears flooded her eyes. This was all she’d ever wanted. All she’d dreamed about. A second chance with the one that got away.

“Yes!” she answered, a shriek of laughter coming straight after as Dean lifted her, held her in his strong embrace, and spun her around.

THE END

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leggerefiore · 4 days

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Vampire villains? 👀

.... time to go insane....

uhh couldn't do Archie (I think he'd die if he couldn't be outside during the day) so sadly Maxie isn't here because they are besties.

cw: vampires, blood mentions, kinda evil moments (well, it's villains),

characters: Lysandre, Cyrus, Volo, Guzma

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ The Flare Boss hails from a family of vampires with both royal and regal lineage. The eldest among their line having lived over three thousand years, even. He was well-equipped and educated upon how to blend in with humans, finding a way to act among them and start a company of his own alongside another organisation. It was little wonder how, with his resources and the sheer length of time, he had to do basically anything. He befriended a certain professor with ease, finding his sense of humanity unfamiliar and almost pleasing for a change. The black-haired man's discussions with the vampire over a cup of coffee brought forth strange feelings.

☕️ Lysandre had developed a disinterest and detachment from humanity, seeing them as a blight on this otherwise pristine planet. He even grew convinced that they would rot what beauty remained on his earth, and his fascination with preserving it was born. It was odd to form a group of either fellow wealthy vampires or humans and convince them to his side. His café was the best place to do so. Many of these sorts seemed entranced by his otherworldly beauty and the passion he exhumed. The humans in their midst were more than ready to give up the sun to join his cause.

☕️ His family's benefit was how few traits they expressed commonly. While fangs were a given, it was rare that anyone outside a dentist would truly notice. His pale eyes did almost seem a touch too far from a natural colour, and they did catch the light much like an animal's would. No one would comment on it to him, however. His skin was a more comfortable colour than a sickly paleness commonly associated with his kind. The only things that ever appeared to attract unwanted attention was his inability to eat food. While he could engage in a drink of whatever he pleased, food simply would make him violently ill. It proved an issue on many business outings.

☕️ That red café of his also brought him a rare person. The professor sat with someone speaking with them over a cup of coffee. Lysandre had heard legends of vampires finding a strange capability in specific humans, but he never expected to experience such a thing for himself. Yet, you sat in his line of sight, and he found himself unable to ignore you. Something about your very essence called him to you. That eldest ancestor had mentioned losing such a person in his time. Apparently, the pain was like no other to part from them. Foolishly, that supposed king had respected their wishes to live a human life and perish from this earth. Lysandre would do no such thing. He was going to remake this earth as a place without humanity's woes.

☕️ It was easy to charm. He was talented in that regard, and felt truly grateful as he worked to woo you. The entire relationship felt like a whirlwind of romance as fast as he could. Terror plagued him more and more as you grew closer to him. The idea of losing you simply was too much. You did not recoil in fear when he confessed his true nature, clearly having developed your own suspicions from time spent with him. Even more surprising was when you had bared your wrist for him to drink from, simply curious to experience something so unknown. It was only natural for him to oblige a simple request. The taste of your blood only finalised his thoughts.

☕️ Lysandre knew that he needed to turn you before his plans were fully set into action, but you appeared distressed whenever his words about making a beautiful world were spoken. It was becoming clearer and clearer that you held no interest in his beautiful world. This unfortunate thing left him lost as to what to do. You must have understood how this world was being defiled more and more… He could feel the tension it brought into your relationship, too. It was dropped as he instead focused on the more important matter of turning you. Perhaps you would understand when you joined him properly…

Whether you accept or deny his request is truly only your decision.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The stoic man was born from a family that simply took its heritage and societal standing too seriously. While he recalled positive memories towards a few of the eldest vampires in his family, his parents directly seemed to only view him as a way to boost their own place among their kin. Enough of it was simply so painful that he felt nothing but relief when he finally separated from them to be on his own. Wealth was abound by his family's connections and history to the very formation of modern Sinnoh, so he easily found a place elsewhere in the region to be far off from where his parents had once been. This self-imposed isolation had caused a few issues on its own, but it had given him that ability to build up his own company.

☄️ He felt entirely detached from this world and uninterested in playing along in whatever role felt forced onto him. Vampirism irritated him, forcing him to have a diet that endlessly caused him problems. Emotions were useless. It was what had caused him such great pain in the first place. Emotions drew from spirit, which in turn made all living things act foolishly, human or not. A group naturally came around the young vampire, and they dedicated themselves to this so called perfect world that he sought to make. At least with the adoring underlings that surrounded him, meals were easier to obtain. Focusing on his work had never been easier.

☄️ His traits felt much noticeable than he would have liked. A gaunt form felt like a dead giveaway for his true nature, but his piercing eyes that shined through the darkest of areas also unfortunately made it apparent. His paleness also did not help, yet most assumed it was due to his work being almost entirely indoors. Few really dared accuse him of being a vampire, at least. Those who did were either ones themselves or hunters and fanatics that simply knew. Though, Cyrus did hear rumours of him having a form of anaemia due to his blood consumption.

☄️ His forced isolation of sorts was not a truly proper one, however. Somewhere in the period in which he first left his home and between fully establishing himself, he had stumbled upon someone as he explored the world of humans. A rainy day was a perfect time to get out and try to understand them more. It was an important part of his facade that had always come just too short. Yet, a single person who had bumped into him changed his life completely. The talks of people that had blood that almost called specifically to specific vampires was always mystical nonsense to him. Though, he was presented with that exact scenario.

☄️ At first, he resisted. It was simply too much to bear when mixed with everything else that he had been through in his life. A romantic relationship… No, even just a friendship felt too difficult for him. But, if there was such a thing as fate, it mocked him. You seemed to find him and relish in his company. Even trying to chase you off by revealing what he was simply failed. You were clearly entranced by him in your own way, too. Everything only forced you both to grow closer and even romantic to his horror. He felt between wanting to reject everything and bury himself in comfort that only you could provide. You even allowed him to drink from you, which he tried to limit as much as he could. Your taste was truly irresistible to him.

☄️ Though his plans may have involved remaking this world without spirit… and likely without vampirism, as well, he felt desperate to keep you at his side. The thought of you perishing from simple human dregs was haunting. Whatever madness had already clouded his mind would only worsen. It began to distract him from his work within Galactic, even. You did not need to know of those plans, but… Cyrus would have to push aside whatever reservations he held about his own existence and invite you to join him in this odd state of existence.

He truly would understand should you reject the offer, but if you agree, relief would only fill me… And, perhaps then, you could convince him against his insane ideals.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The merchant originated from a distinct clan of vampires that laid original claim to the wild lands of Hisui. They were proud of their connection to the creator pokemon and their long-lived lives and powerful natures. Yet, something happened when he was almost too young to remember. Something that left only him and another member around. She had raised him and taught him well on how to blend in among humans. Someone as well-travelled as her clearly knew everything on how to both hide and protect one's true nature. These skills suited him perfectly as he began to work around the humans who had moved into the region.

⭐️ Something inside him loathes humans, desperately wanting to blame them for the events of his past, yet even he knows that they face similar things. Everyone meets things that are painful and heartbreaking… There had to be a better way of managing such things. Volo found himself buried within the many ruins and artefacts laid around the region. His madness truly began to take hold when he recalled the stories Cogita would tell him when he was younger. Myths and legends passed around by his people… Almost nearly lost, had they not both survived. He found himself formulating a plan while going towards a certain cave near a coastline.

⭐️ His traits are noticeable, yet well concealed. Only one eye and a brimmed hat makes it challenging to see slit pupils when exposed to light. Though, anyone who saw his eyes properly likely would not be able to tell the tale. His fangs were disguised carefully and something that he actively had to be mindful of. Thankfully, he at least had a skin tone that was not the sickly shade that tended to make people suspicious and worry. Yet, he had heard some people describe him as an ethereal beauty. That Galaxy Team professor even remarked him as appearing almost like a porcelain doll. It always made him chuckle. Of course, no one was aware of his true nature to his knowledge.

⭐️ Though, when a stranger fell from the sky to apparently stand solely in the way of his plans. They unfortunately caught his interest in three varying ways. At first, he was curious… Another person pulled through space and time to Hisui was something his brain simply could not resist observing. The second was how badly their blood seemed to attract him. Cogita had mentioned this to him, but he truly never expected to encounter it… Well, at least not before he had recreated this world. Still, that had not been it all. You proceeded to frustrate him by unintentionally beginning to foil his plans more and more. Despite his feelings being complicated, he still found it impossible to do anything to actually stop you.

⭐️ Volo opted against the path of rejection. After all, that would be him fighting against his nature. He was more than aware that it would be a pointless endeavour. Instead, he focused entirely on befriending you and having you at his side. It felt all too simple with how distrusting those around you were. His amicable personality could draw just about anyone. You seemed more than happy to fall for his charms. Slowly, he built up something close with you. His kindness being something to break through the overall bleakness you faced. You had even accepted his silent reveal of what he truly was, apparently not even surprised and having had your own suspicions. The blond was also allowed to feed on you, which truly helped him comprehend how strongly blood calling was. There was not a chance he was letting you go.

⭐️ The blond became fixated on how to go about his plans again after you had mitigated his original ones. It became clear that somewhere towards the end that you would likely need to become like him. Though, he struggled to find a good point to convert you while also calling upon Arceus. You could not know his plans until the end… The risk of you turning on him was a haunting one. Losing you would truly be another painful thing he could not bear, either. It became a point of concern after he had to save you from a particularly hostile wild alpha pokemon. He felt as if there was no reason to even give an option after that.

You probably would be caught off-guard. Both by his betrayal and manipulation of you, and how he sunk his teeth into your neck with the full intentions of turning you.

💀Guzma🕶

□ The Skull Boss was a recent turning and certainly was not born as one. That Aether woman had offered him it, and he had dumbly accepted, not remembering he lives in a place known for its sunshine and being outside. He had been scolding himself endlessly for agreeing to that, and then his grunts and even Plumeria wanted to be turned to. Something about being even closer as a group. His stomach honestly churned at the thought. Guzma did not want any of them to experience all the difficulties he had been since his stupid act had happened. He had no struggles blending into human society since he had originally been one, but his struggles came with actually doing things related to his vampirism.

□ He often debates why he said yes to her. While he was more than used to staying up late and not waking up until noon the next day, it grew to be unbearably frustrating to do anything outside of Po Town when it was still daylight out. The endless rain in the abandoned town kept him safe there, but the rest of Alola did not offer any such respite. Then next to nothing was open at night… He wanted to just revert back to being a human before he went mad. Lusamine insisted that it would get easier the longer he lived like this, but Guzma swore it only got more annoying. Feeding on blood was not a fun thing, even if the other party consented, and he missed eating normal food. Nanu had also been giving him some strange looks lately, too.

□ He was a bit freaked out to see how much his body and had changed. His eyes eerily glowed in the dark while his pupils seemed to become almost like straight lines. Generally, his whole body felt more aware and light, which disturbed at first. Hearing people approaching from far away was something distressing when he could not tell just how far off they were. Then, his fangs dug into his mouth at first, which hurt. He did like the aesthetic of them, though. It was one of the few things he enjoyed. His strength also increased… which made a situation when he hit a malfunctioning radio, and it broke into pieces. A decision to stop whacking things was made following that.

□ Then, he just had to meet you as some lost tourist trying to navigate back to Malie near Tapu Village. And something about you just made him want to stick to your side, despite how little sense it made. Guzma had never seen you before and literally and just met you, but he felt like he needed to be around you. It was beyond words and at some point, he gave up. Fine. He was now attached to you and determined to make something happen between you both. Being just friends or maybe more was fine, but anything to make his stupid brain get weird when you were not around.

□ It was not difficult to be charmed by him. Sure, he was clumsy and a bit intimidating, but he was also genuine, and his goofiness was a fun change. Whatever warnings about Team Skull you had heard were gone as you simply enjoyed its leader's presence. He was more than happy to oblige and entertain you. Sticking with you seemed to soothe whatever annoyances he found with being as he was. Your relationship definitely had even become a romantic one to his surprise. You did not even seemed turned away about finding out that he was a vampire, just a little bewildered how someone like him ended up as one. An answer to what about you made him so frenzied was given when you let him try your blood, too. He was confused by why your blood in particular tasted so delicious to him.

□ When he had told the Aether Foundation President about what had happened, she seemed amazed. Apparently, that was a known thing among vampires, but she did not really see it as something he needed to know. She did congratulate him and told him that he should probably turn you, too. Guzma froze. That was not at all on his mind. He hated living like this and could not imagine making you join him. Though, losing you certainly was not a thought that made him too happy either. He felt a bit lost on what to do. At some point, he would have to ask you.

If you said yes, he would make it abundantly clear to what you were agreeing to so that you did not end up feeling like he did. If you refused, he would perfectly understand. Honestly, he would prefer the latter just for his conscious not to beat him up about it.

#pokemon x reader #guzma x reader #volo x reader #cyrus x reader #lysandre x reader #pokemon lysandre x reader #pokemon cyrus x reader #pokemon guzma x reader #pokemon volo x reader #pokemon/reader #lysandre/reader #guzma/reader #cyrus/reader #volo/reader

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sotwk · 7 months

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Hi, I was just wondering if you have any thoughts on Oropher’s wife/Thranduil’s mum? Is she dead? If so, how did she die? If she’s alive, is she still in the Greenwood or is she kicking about elsewhere? I have my own half-baked ideas but I wondered what yours were

Oooh thank you for asking for my thoughts on this! I got thoughts on everything, like a good Thranduil-obssessor. *pulls out my Notes folder* This dear, sweet lady never gets any attention, but she is certainly not forgotten by me!

I mentioned Thranduil's mother in this headcanon post about his birth, as well as my one-shot fic The Crown, but I am happy to provide more info below!

Thranduil's Mother in the SotWK AU

Oropher's wife was Lady Meluiel of Doriath, a Sinda from the same clan of Teleri that migrated into Beleriand, following Elu Thingol.

Apart from being Thranduil’s mother, she was also the younger sister of the great Beleg Cúthalion, which made Beleg Thranduil's uncle and mentor. (more HC info on their relationship here)

Meluiel was a trusted handmaiden to Queen Melian, and for a time also helped raise Lúthien Tinúviel during her childhood.

She was known for her sweet and cheerful disposition, contrasting with Oropher's more somber personality, but Oropher loved her so very deeply.

Thranduil was a bit of a rebellious child, with a wilder spirit than Lord Oropher would have preferred, so it was not uncommon for Meluiel to have to play mediator between father and son.

She would often encourage Thranduil to pursue the interests Oropher disliked, and behave according to his true self, rather than adjust his personality to please his father. Thranduil took this to heart and developed a fierce independence from his father (and his like-minded kinsmen) early on.

Sadly, Meluiel was among the many Elves of Doriath who perished in the Second Kinslaying. At the time, she was a lady in Queen Nimloth's court and was with her at the time of the attack. Meluiel was slain in a final stand trying to protect the young princes, Eluréd and Elurín.

For this reason, Oropher developed an unforgiving prejudice and hatred for the Noldor, which he carried with him for the rest of his life. This is also why he fought against Thranduil's love for Maereth (of direct Fëanorian descent--the horror!) for centuries before he finally (and reluctantly) consented to their union.

Thranduil was only 54 years old when his mother died; enough to have memories of her and to miss her terribly. As a result, he too was angry at the Noldor, and remained biased against them.

However, his bias was not strong enough to prevent him from fighting alongside Noldorin warriors during the War of Wrath. During this war, Thranduil befriended a few Noldor, some of whom he continued to associate with in the Second Age while he lived in Lindon. The most notable of these friends is Ivenil (a SotWK OC, appears in "Greenleaf's Day Out"), who followed Thranduil and his Sindarin kin to Greenwood. He eventually became an important member of King Thranduil's council.

Thranduil's openness of mind and ability to see past his own hate and prejudices in effect made him a stronger ruler than his father, since it allowed him to foster relationships with the other Elf-lords and peoples of Middle-earth--even the Dwarves!

His beloved mother would have been proud. <3

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

Elves HC Tag List: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @auttumnsayshi @blueberryrock @conversacomsmaug @elan-ho-detto-elan-15 @entishramblings @freshalmondpandadonut @friendofthefellowshipsnerdblog @glassgulls @heranintomyknife23times @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @lathalea @lemonivall @LiliDurin @quickslvxrr @ratsys @scyllas-revenge @stormchaser819 @talkdifferently6 @tamryniel @tamurilofrivendell

Other useful links:

Introduction to SotWK

Fanfiction Masterlist

Fanfiction Request Guidelines

#sotwk answers #sotwk headcanon #the hobbit #thranduil #tolkien #lotr #thranduil headcanon #oropher #mirkwood #greenwood the great #doriath

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octoagentmiles · 7 months

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If Natquik has been missing for so many years, how the heck did this guy get a hold of tea and biscuits? The octonauts find a half eaten one in the station after he leaves, so do you think he scavenges anything that gets shipwrecked? Or did he just have a fifty year supply of this stuff?

this is an EXTREMELY good question!

but. it's also, like,,, sadly, one of the few mysteries of the show that I believe can probably just be chalked up to the beautiful, wonderful magic of ✨🌈 "cartoon logic" 🌈✨

HOWEVER!! where's the fun in that??

my theory is this:

Natquik is very close with the penguins in Antarctica, and we know that those penguins travel a lot in order to get back and forth from their nesting grounds, and/or to visit family.

thus, the penguins pick up various, random extra food along their journeys, so they can bring it back to him. they've been doing this for years now.

(as for the tea, I imagine he probably took at least SOME stuff with him when he left; which could include a tea kettle, or even just a pot + mini stove.)

it's the only realistic explanation I can think of. we know Natquik's good at rationing and storing food because he tells us so in AnB, but c'mon. if he didn't perish from the cold, eating hundred year old biscuits would've done him in eventually.

I've talked about Natquik and his relationship with the penguins before, but I just gotta reiterate: I FIRMLY believe the penguins saved his life, kept him alive, sane, etc.. so yeah. I can see them bringing him leftovers from dinner like Good Neighbors and him being so grateful he forgets all about how they broke into his station last week and broke his favourite seismometer.

#i dunno how many shipwrecks there are in antarctica- considering how shook he was at the mere sound of flowing water #but ig we'll never know the truth unless they decide to tell us one day. which i don't really expect any time soon but y'never know #octonauts #ask #professor natquik #octonauts headcanons #my hc for how long Exactly natquik was in antarctica for keeps changing and i'm not good at math #coulda been 10 years. 20. 30. 576. nobody knows.#ironically i hc that HE genuinely doesn't know bc he lost track of time jfhdhdj so like–#¯⁠\⁠ ⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠ ⁠/⁠��

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bonefall · 9 months

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After reading about Mistystar, what happens to Prim, Pike, and Perch?

They are also the only reason I almost voted for the Mistystar super edition back in the day, because I want knowledge on them lol

Perch sadly died young. He was just born too weak, the first time there was whitecough in the camp he perished. He was 3 moons old.

Pikepaw was next, and his fate was gruesome. He lived just long enough to help his mother escape, and Deerfoot died refusing to name his conspirators, but Mistyfoot's litter was prime suspects.

He was "mysteriously" found battered and drowned. Only StarClan knows who did it.

The last time Reedwhisker saw Primrosepaw, they were heading to some assignment at Sunningrocks. It was towards the end of TigerClan, and the weather was a bit drizzly. Things had "calmed down" and they'd buried Pikepaw months ago

Prim was the braver one between them. They forgot a basket back at home, and she didn't want to get yelled at for not catching enough fish. He has a memory of her burned into his mind, looking over her shoulder, telling him to keep fishing until she got back.

It's the final memory he has of her. She was never found. Camp confirmed she came for the basket, but he never saw her back at Sunningrocks. Anything could have happened to her, but... he'll never know.

People are always leaving him without answers.

#better bones au #Tw child death #BB!TPB #bb!reedwhisker

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rowiewritesstuff · 3 months

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Hi! I saw some of your work and it is fantastic!! And I like to request a bot reader to be tfp Starscream's long lost twin but the reader is like the opposite of what Starscream to be, different paint job, different personality, etc (kinda like the Shatter glass Starscream) and feel free to add something more if you like. I really hope you can do this but i understand if you don't want to tho

(This takes place right after the space bridge explosion)

Starscream’s Twin

Instead of the classic silver and red Starscream bore, you were a gorgeous teal. You used to be gold, but you decided to change it up when the war started. You had a sleek form, perfect for being a seeker like your brother. Much to Starscream’s distaste, you chose to be a medic.

Sadly, when the war started, there was an accident. You were neutral in the war, and a Decepticon decided to harm you. You got separated from your brother, Starscream.

An Autobot found you and put you on a ship heading off world- unfortunately, said ship was shot down. It landed in the desert on a planet called Earth. Thankfully the ship had enough power to last for millions of years.

You woke up fully repaired when the Decepticons raided the ship. Starscream was the leader of the team investigating the odd signal. When he saw you in a stasis pod, his spark thumped in his chest. His long lost sibling- Lightbuster- was alive.

“Open this pod! Now!” The screechy mech ordered. The Vehicons did so, and your optics slowly opened.

“S..sta..rscream?” You spoke slowly. You were ripped out of the pod and brought into his arms. He thought you were dead. For millions of years he swore he’d kill the one who did this- Megatron.

“How… how did you survive? I thought you were dead!” Starscream looked you over for wounds. The ship did a good job of repairing you.

“I…I was injured. The Autobots found me and after that it’s been a blur. What’s happened? Where are we?” You spoke softly. You were scared of all the Decepticons… but you knew Starscream was a Decepticon from the start of the war.

“You are safe on the planet Earth. It’s crawling with vermin, but don’t worry- you can come back with me. I’ll protect you.”

“...Vermin?”

“Yes, an insignificant life form. You don’t have to worry, you’ll live on the Nemesis with me. Megatron has perished.”

Your eyes widened in shock. You asked how, but Starscream shook his head. He ushered you through a groundbridge and you were on the Decepticon warship. He demanded Knockout give you a medical checkup, and after that you'd be allowed to acclimate to your surroundings.

Finally, after all these years, he’s found you- and he’ll never let Megatron near you again. After all, Megatron’s dead, right?

#starscream #platonic #platonic starscream #starscream's sibling #gn #maccaddams #maccadm #tfp #transformers prime #tfp starscream #transformer #transformers #transformers prime starscream #megatron mentioned #earth #decepticon #nemesis

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caseylicious · 10 months

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Hey! I have no clue if youre taking requests or not but. i love your writing and I was wondering If we could get a ROTTMNT Donnie x Reader who has hanahaki? It can be as angsty or as fluffy as you want it to be! i love your writing!! and I cant wait to read more!🐢✨

The One.

Summary: How does Donnie react to the reader with hanahaki?

Character: Donnie.

Reader: GENDER NEUTRAL

Relationship: CRUSH

Warnings: Mentions of puke/vomit, Development of depression(?), Negative comments towards oneself, Death.

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait dearest. Hanahaki.. a disease that I find so beautiful yet so tragic. My favorites of everything. Though if we were to think realistically? I'm sure half of our generation's population would perish to such a thing. Also, I'd like for you as the reader to choose your own flower which you sadly cough out. Since I'm unsure to what flowers represents unrequited love and heartbreak. So sorry if it isn't long enough </3 sorry if the plot is kinda wacky, especially with the ending,, sorry if it seems lazy </3 Now wondering if people still read this stuff. Now with that out of the way, please as always do enjoy.

As always! Please, Enjoy 💐

[ If you have any constructive criticism or corrections for any of my English do let me know! :) ]

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Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where someone begins coughing up flower petals because they have unrequited feelings for someone. The flowers can grow in the stomach, lungs, or heart, though it is traditionally in the lungs. Hanahaki Disease is a painful, slow disease that often develops over months, if not years, and begins with coughing up a few petals, and grows in intensity and pain until the victim is coughing up entire flowers, at which point the disease has reached its final stages. If not treated, the disease is fatal.

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You've had a crush on Donnie for long time. It honestly.. was quite shocking when you found yourself falling for a turtle out of all things, but hey. We don't judge here. April introduced you to the brothers and wow. It's not everyday you can tell someone "I'm going to go hang out with four giant turtles! Later!" It was a strange thought, Donatello? What about him was so interesting for you to feel like this? but you chose to embrace this warmth.

Recently, Donnie has been working on something big. Or at least, that's what he claims his amazing project to be. Nobody had any idea what it possibly could've been due to either disinterest or for how secrecy about this operation. Only you knew about it, which made you feel special.

"Y/N, I need your opinion on my excellence." Donnie spoke aloud for you to hear, snapping you out of your trance. You were on top of one of the spare chairs in his little laboratory. Which in your opinion was the most calmest out of places. The other brothers were just.. too much. No offense to them, just.. sometimes it was too much for you to handle. You could let yourself relax in this purple tinted room. You glanced from your hands then to the purple-coded mutant. "H.. huh? What?" Quickly taking notice of your lack of focus, he smirks. As a iron claw from his shell reaches out to pull your spinny-chair closer to him. "I just need your opinion on something. Nothing too big, could you do that?" You nodded, giving him a little smirk. "Is this about your spectacular project Don?" He rolled his eyes, "Of course it is Y/N. This has to be my biggest project yet." "Even bigger than Shelldon?" You nudged his shoulder gently as he was rummaging for what he wanted to show you. "Well.. obviously not, but it's up there." He then turned toward your direction as he pulled out two metallic boxes. One in a dark magenta and one in his brand of purple. One of them was more shinier, due to the hue. However the other seemed more aesthetically pleasing. With carved pictures of lavender on the cover. What did Donnie want to ask? "Which box looks better? The Magenta one or.. the purple one?"

You tilted your head a little, "This is your big project?" "I can kick you out of my lab y'know." You chuckled, mumbling a short apology before looking between the two.. thinking just for a second or two before pointing at the purple one. "That one. That's definitely the one." Donnie snickered quietly, rolled his eyes placing the boxes away. "Alright then, the purple one. Why that one necessarily? Why is that one.. The One?" He watched as you stretched and adjusted to put one leg on top of the other. He opened his mouth about to say something, assumedly to catch your attention, before you interrupted him. "Well.. purple is your color. It's special. It represents royalty, nobility, luxury, and power! Almost everything you are..." .. "But.. well y'know, because I like flowers.." For a moment there was silence, before he smiled out of satisfaction. His smile in a way made your chest feel warm... "Well, I'm flattered you feel that way. And yes, of course I'm luxurious in my craft. My creations powerful and mighty as I design them to be..." He leaned a little closer to you unknowingly. You felt your cheeks feel warm as you quickly looked between him and the floor. "Can I at least know what's this whole project is about?" He shrugged, "Wish I could, but I have to wait for the right time to take action..." You watched as he trailed off. Your hand slowly grabbed ahold of a simple wooden pencil, tapping the metal table one. "Don? What's up?"

His eyes trailed up, to make eye contact with you. ".. If I were to give this to somebody, what color do you think they'd like?" You blinked quietly, looking up at him "Well.. it really depends on the person..." He chuckled for a moment, glancing away from you. Bringing up a hand to scratch the back of his neck. "Well that's why I a-" He was quickly interrupted with Leo running throughout his room, "Don- Say- what do I do if I somehow broke.. shelldon?" ... "Again-?" Donnie quickly got up frantically, "How did you manage to break him again?!" "More or so malfunction- Not my fault-!!" "Leo!!" And off he went, running out of his lab to go fix his creation with Leo. You were left by yourself, as you quickly shoved your head into your hands. Why did you word your reason like that..?! God, that was so embarrassing. You bit the inside of your cheek suffering for a couple of minutes. Before the thought appeared in your head, ... What was he going to say?

That was only a couple months ago, you decided to ignore it. But it just kept bothering you... alongside the burning flame inside of you for one person, Donnie. What started as a small thought then slowly developed into something bigger throughout your mind; almost like wildfire. Your feelings somehow just came at once when you were around him. When you felt his fingers rub against yours when he reached for his toolbox, when he spoke to you, when he gave you the littlest of attention, his smile. The thought of Donnie alone danced through your mind, a duet just for the both of you.. oh how sweet that was...

That was until you've noticed how he acted around April. At first you ignored it, April and Donnie were strictly friends. If not at least platonic... right? You weren't insecure of yourself that much. You felt that you and Donnie were at a good point in your friendship to consider the both of you as close. But watching them laugh together made you upset. This was normal, there was no need for you to feel like this... but April was closer to him more than you were with Donnie, you don't really know how they met. They could've known each other since they were kids, they could've been secretly together without you knowing- now that was just foolish.

At first when you saw April around Donnie, you felt a small nab at your gut. At first it was simple jealousy. The jealousy you feel when your crush shows more interest in another person. You though that, surely this feeling would pass. It wasn't important, this was something you could most definitely overcome.. but as each week passed, you felt something building up in your gut. Until you saw Donnie showing off that special little box infront of April.. Wasn't that your special secret? Why is he showing her? No- Stop it. They're just friends. That didn't mean anything- your train of thought came to an abrupt stop when you suddenly felt the urge to puke.

You pushed yourself into your bathroom, quickly slamming the door shut. You frantically made your way to the sink, which was alone a whole struggle. Your vision was hazy, you were warm, everything just hurt. The stabbing that once was tolerable became a distraction, which soon became a jab into your throat. You couldn't breathe. Were you choking? You didn't know, you just desperately held onto the sides of the sink and coughed out whatever you could... You already felt like you were fighting for your life. What the hell was stuck in your throat? And finally, something came out. You gasped for a breath of fresh air. You could breathe.. it was only when you looked down you saw something truly horrific. "..O.. oh my god..."

Petals. You stared in horror to the petal and blood mixed vomit in the sink. How? How was this possible? There was no way that actually existed... You went to your local pharmacist to get a diagnosis just to be sure and you were right. You were diagnosed with the Hanahaki disease. They said that you were already so deep in this sickness. The only way to get rid of this disgraceful disease was to have a surgery performed on you, but that would mean to risk losing all your feelings for Donnie. You couldn't possibly do that, you'd rather sit in your own suffering than to forget how you felt for Donnie. So that's what you did. You tried to keep your distance, but April just kept bringing you to the lair. You could've said no, you could've avoided this whole mess together. Yet something inside of you kept telling you to go. Maybe it was the thought of Donnie or to avoid suspicion, you didn't really have a clue what it was. Nonetheless you kept going down, and seeing Donnie. You tried to look okay, but you struggled. Donnie was sure to notice, especially with the fact the pain that was in your lungs soon changed how you acted around them.

You always were somehow able to excuse yourself when it got bad though. It was a simple system of running to the Hamato bathroom when nobody was noticing. You felt ashamed of doing this without nobody knowing.. but what would Donnie think? You had nightmares of him becoming scared of you. You didn't want him to force himself to feel anything just for you to become better. You didn't want to act out on them any of them, but how could you not? You were in pain... Sooner or later this disease would win the fight and destroy you. You feared death, but.. Donnie... You just wanted was best for him. Even if he didn't ask for it, your insecurity clouded your line of thought. It clouded any consideration that maybe April, Donnie, anybody was worried for your mental being. How you felt. But that didn't matter. Soon your sickness took over your ability to move your arms, your legs, it hurt to even get up.

Your dear friend April stood outside your bedroom door. She had a spare key to your house, you just trusted her that much. Before this whole mess you two were inseparable in school... she was a kind girl, determined, perhaps had more in common with Donnie... No wonder he gave her his attention. "Y/N! Ready to go see the guys?" You quickly turned your head to the door, .. right. You were going to go see them. "C- coming..! Just have to put on my.. uhh.. shirt." "Well hurry up, don't want to keep them waiting!" Grabbing the graphic tee, you gulped. There were thorns blistering through your forearm, flowers dangerously close to blooming. You couldn't wear a shirt. You swiftly grabbed a sweatshirt, forcing it on. It stung to even rest properly in it as tears swelled in your eyes as you let out a sniffle. "Y/N? Are you cryng-?" It hurt to do anything... You lip quivered. This was pathetic; embarrassing. You couldn't do anything! April knocked on the side of your door, why was she even here? Was she mocking you? "Y/N, are you oka-" "Why are you even here?! Just leave! Get out-!" You quickly fell to your knees, covering your mouth one hand. As the other held tight to your stomach. You stayed like that for about a minute or so before you heard the door close. Once you've confirmed it was actually closed and locked, you immediately dropped to your knees and coughed out blood. Flower petals dropping from your mouth, mixed with blood. A burning agonizing sting filling your throat as you cried. She was gone. You pushed her away.. over what? Some stupid crush you have on a turtle?

A couple weeks passed as you chose to isolate yourself from the outside world. You just laid in bed, feeling vines grow inside of you. As the vines creeped through your bones. It was agonizing... was this how you were going to die? Laying in bed? Perhaps this was more preferred. Nobody needed to see what you have become. You felt like a monstrosity.. vines and leaves growing through your skin. Mixed-in with blood.. And besides, you were in the comfort of something familiar, your bedroom. God... how pathetic you were. At least Donnie wouldn't have to see you like this.. right?

... April knocked on the side of Donnie's lab door, watching Donnie turn to her. "Yo Don, could I talk to you?" He nodded, turning away from her to focus on his project. Letting her sit in the spare chair as she quickly spoke. "Do you know what's up with Y/N? They've been acting off lately." Donnie came to a pause, slowly glancing towards April. "No, I don't know what's wrong with them. Do you know?" April shook her head with a frown. "Last time I saw them, they seemed upset. I tried to leave them alone for a week.. but I don't know. I'm just worried." as they both sighed. Donnie crossed his arms letting the little claws from his battle shell continue on with his project for him. "I.. see. Have you tried calling them? They usually answer right?" April nodded, pulling out her phone to look at. Scrolling through her contacts before pressing on one with your name. "I've called them recently, they didn't answer. They always answer.." Donnie hummed, soon getting off his chair. "Well.. I have no clue what could possibly be keeping them away from the phone. I could try going out myself to see them. Though I can't guarantee they'll answer me." "Wait, before you go? Take this." She quickly walked over to Donnie, dropping a key into his hands. "It's their keys.. uhm, how do you plan on getting them to talk?" and Donnie sighs, pulling out the same box shown months ago. "I think now would be a good time to show them this." April quickly noticed what it was before nodding firmly, before she watched his battle shell become a jetpack. Flying him out of the sewers and towards your apartment.

You laid in your bed, feeling the moonlight hit your skin. You felt yourself fade away so very slowly. To see Donnie would be a curse.. or would it be a blessing? You didn't really have a clue how you'd feel anymore. It hurts to think about him. You sort of accepted your fate to end like this. Wherever you stepped, there was a loud crunch. Whenever you spoke, there was a tight squeeze around your neck. The petals always became more horrific, covered in blood and bone. You were fine dying like this though. Feeling yourself break down into nothing but flora. You could feel your last breathe coming, god this hurt-

"Y/N! Are you home!"

You heard a loud banging against your window. Your eyes widened in horror begging to any existing force that it wasn't who you thought it was.

"It's Donnie, my brothers and April were worried about you." ... "I was worried about you, can you please come out and talk?"

As you opened your mouth trying to get a word out, you suddenly felt your body burn. This may have been the worst pain you've ever felt throughout your whole illness. You couldn't even say anything, no matter how hard you tried. As your heart ached, the vines and thorns only became tighter. Stabbing into your muscle and popping veins. You choked on your blood and the thorns stabbing into your throat. Donnie panicked when he heard you whimper as he quickly attempted to break through your window. You shut your eyes tightly, wishing for this pain to go away. The last thing you hearing was the window shatter and fall to the floor. Donnie fell to the floor, quickly getting up. Only to be horrified to what he saw. It was your body, flowers bloomed out of your skin. He watched as another flower bloom out of your mouth. "Y/N..? Oh my god-"

He rushed to your side, looking at your pale skin.. He knew immediately what this was. This was Hanahaki, the deadly love disease those who were unfortunate enough suffered from. The realization itself was horrifying, alongside with your dead body. It was unsettling how a few seconds ago, he heard you choke on your blood and whimper, just to only then see your peaceful body. In your bedroom out of all places, you looked like you were asleep. He almost mistaken this to only be a bad dream, but he knew it wasn't. He felt a tear roll down his cheek as his breath stuttered. Donnie gently took out the box he had in his shell. Slowly looking down at it, the purple box had flowers engraved on the sides. A painful match to the flowers wrapped around your body, he slowly opened it as a butterfly flew out. Specifically in your favorite color, watching it glow and fly around before landing on the flower coming out of your mouth. As he fell to his knees, holding onto your frail delicate hand tightly. As he sobbed your name, mourning you. For never being to tell you how he felt. For how he loved you, and how you were The One so dear to his heart.

#morilicious #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt x y/n

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Elden Ring Chain 2, Part 2

This time we did the chain a little differently. Two people got the same prompt, but instead of letting eight people do one chain with eight entries, we split them in two groups. Once the first half was done, the other group did receive the last art piece/fic and continued with it, so we got two chains for the price of one ^^ Please be aware that one of the chains is an entry short, because I, the mod, had to drop out thanks to life circumstances. For now, let's start with the first chain. Prompt: A tale of Godwyn's favoured Servant, Fia

@sputnstuff

Inside a tomb, where the dead are put to rest, where those who have reached their final destination in their travels of live, there is a woman, Fia, with skin almost as pale as the lifeless skeletons she sleeps with, blond hair whose shine has been lost with time, and a peaceful look on her face as she sleeps among the perished, almost looking like she died not too long ago herself. No living man or even tarnished would pick a tomb as a place to rest, not intentionally at least, yet the self proclaimed deathbed companion sleeps peacefully, under a red sheet that covers both her and a rotting corpse, whose name will be forgotten with time.

But tonight, Fia sleeps with a cold sweat as she sees in her dreams a male figure held by two cloaked ones as they carve a massive scar on their victim’s back with their dark and twisted daggers, and throwing the now bloody and lifeless body to the floor. Fia is horrified by what she just saw and slowly approaches the corpse of the golden haired man, gently turning the body so she can see his face, but the man’s eyes still moved and as they meet with Fia’s, she wakes up from her dream, gasping for air as she tries to calm herself down.

FIA (shaking): Who was that man…

As she gets herself calmer, she sits down, comforting herself from the dream by holding the red sheet.

FIA: His eyes… it’s like…

Fia gets up, walking across the tomb with the sheet, seemingly aimless and lost in thought.

FIA: They still glimmer with life… But how… Isn’t he dead?

She sits near the corpse she was sleeping with.

FIA: Maybe it’s just a bad dream… but his eyes were staring directly at me.

She looks over the corpse near her and sighs.

FIA: Just a dream…

She tries to fall asleep again, but to no avail as no matter how she positions herself, the golden haired man remains in her mind. Eventually she gets up and puts on her black hood. The outfit she’s wearing, a dress as dark as the tomb she’s currently in and a hood that covers her head ans shoulders, both pieces of clothing made her look like a widow, mourning the death of a loved one. She goes over the corpse that she slept with and caresses their head.

FIA: Sorry for leaving so early, but someone calls for me. Someone who yet lives in death.

She leaves the tomb and the perished that reside within.

Fia heads towards a house in Leyndell and in the house, inside a room, is a knight, wearing a round and heavy looking armour with a steel helmet that resembled an over sized hat, who lies sitting on a bed looking downwards to the floor. Although his face is covered by the massive headgear, Fia knows the knight is feeling down, as he greets her in a very melancholic tone.

KNIGHT: Ah Fia, good eyes see you my daughter.

FIA (bowing): Lionel, how are you feeling today?

Lionel coughs for a while before answering.

LIONEL: Worse. I feel the ailment taking me over. I fear it’s a matter of time until it’s my time.

Fia nods sadly.

LIONEL (cheerful): But enough about me! Are you alright? Has D bothered you while you were away?

FIA: No, I haven’t seen him for a while. But Father…

Fia sits next to Lionel as he coughs for a while.

FIA: I had this strange dream…

Fia hesitates for a while before Lionel wraps his arm around her, in an attempt to comfort her.

LIONEL: A bad one?

FIA: It was about a man… with golden hair…

LIONEL: Could it be someone from the Golden Lineage?

FIA (surprised): You think it is?

LIONEL: Not really, I was just joking.

Fia pouts at Lionel’s attempt at a joke.

LIONEL: Still, what was it with that dream that gave you a strange feeling?

FIA (takes a deep breath): Well… The man in the dream… He was murdered in front of me… and yet…

Lionel puts his arm around Fia’s shoulders.

FIA: His eyes stared at me, still gleaming with life.

Lionel Looks at Fia worried.

LIONEL: It’s just a dream Fia, You’ll get…

FIA: NO! It didn’t felt like one.

LIONEL: But how can someone who’s dead still be able to look at you? Try to rest, Fia.

Fia gets up and puts her hood on her head.

FIA: Forgive me father, but I will be gone for a while more.

LIONEL (sighs): If you must…

FIA: Don’t wait, for I do not know when I’ll be back.

LIONEL: Promise me that you’ll be safe.

Fia doesn’t answer and leaves both the house and Lionel, who sighs to himself in sadness.

Inside a dark tomb outside of Leyndell, Fia picks up a grave glovewort, a bright white flower whose bright contrasts the lifeless mood of the tomb. She continues to wander until a skeleton shows itself, ready to attack the deathbed companion. However, Fia puts the glovewart on the floor, in front of the hostile being, and smiles at it.

FIA: I seek the one that lives in death.

The skeleton lowers its weapon looks at her with less ferocity. Its skull is unable to show emotion but it seems eager to lead Fia deeper into the tomb. And deeper they went until they reach a stone coffin, which the skeleton opens and then points at it. Fia understands what it meant and heads inside it, with the skeleton closing the lid afterwards.

After some time, Fia removes the lid from the coffin she’s in and realises she’s in a very unusual place. Her feet touch the water of a white river, flowing from roots that seem like are infected with some sort of aliment. The ruins present in the area look like they’re sinking into the earth itself, and the beasts present seem to consist in large lizards with even bigger eyes and giant ants. Despite the unusual sight, Fia carries on, heading upwards on a root. The more she moved, the thicker the stench of death becomes as she then enters a small cave that lead her to the most impressive sight of her life. In front of her, is a deformed body, its head twisted sideways, lanky arms hanging from the ailed roots, a lower body resembling that of a fish and dark branches around it. As Fia approaches it, the wider she smiles at it, the more confident her walk becomes, the less shy her arm becomes as she touches the figure without fear.

FIA: You’re the one from the dream…

Fia then lies down to its lap and closes her eyes.

FIA: Godwin.

She falls asleep, despite the strong stench of death emanating from the fallen god, the still warm body of his is comforting enough for her as she sleeps happily. @patchesenthusiast

@dbzespio

He didn’t remember what his life was like before.

Could he have been human? Tarnished, even? Or had he always merely been a monster? Perhaps some abhorrent conglomeration of both?

Well now, at least, he knew he was naught more than a pile of bones, occasionally rising up to roam throughout the crypt he called home. His thoughts, perpetually angry and restless, though he was thoroughly uncertain as to why.

For all he really knew was darkness. Darkness and seemingly endless walls of stone.

Whenever anything dared disturb him, whether that be a slight gust of wind here, an unexpected noise there, that was one of the rare moments where he felt reason to stir. An unseen force would grip and take hold of his bones, urging him to seek out and gather his armaments. These weapons were old; though not without a certain shine, and an undeniable bite. However, any identifiable portions had long since been smoothed away with the corrosion of age. He knew not what he was, but one thing he did know was how to fight.

He fought often, and perhaps that was what fueled his rage. His opponents were always foolhardy Tarnished lost within this labyrinth he called home. They ruined any and all chances of his meager attempts at finding peace, always fumbling and traipsing about as they were with their incessant noise and blatant ignorance of their surroundings.

The vast majority of them were offensively loud, and therefore there certainly was no mistaking their presence. But a handful were more devious, only making soft sounds barely within the range of his hearing. But even the softest of noises were enough to rouse him; his home should be silent, and his heart filled with rage when it wasn’t.

And today was just such an occurrence.

The slightest of sound… a flutter of a cloak, perhaps?

It was more than enough to re-animate him, his hatred practically manifesting itself while his skeletal fingers clenched about his scimitar. His teeth grit together, but he managed to keep his steps light while he searched for the source of the disturbance. It drew him down a corridor he had never visited before, at least not within his recent memories.

And here it was... beautiful.

Light. A wonder he had not witnessed before, aside from the occasional angry burst of flame from a Tarnished pyromancer. But here, it was soothingly constant, a gentle, warm presence. It stirred something within his hollowed chest, something he did not quite understand.

It came from the flowers. Their delicate petals shone with the luminosity of the spirits dancing about them. They shone with a tender glow, one that resonated with every step of their slow, seemingly heartfelt dance.

But then, a noise. A startled gasp.

And that’s when he saw her, a lowly Tarnished, wrapped in a dark cloak, the cloth nearly drowning her slight form. Within her hand was a plucked flower, its glow already fading.

An insatiable fire burned in his heart, an anger he could not fully describe but one he somehow knew quite well; and this familiar nostalgia overtook him, as if he had finally returned home from an arduous journey, though without any of the comfort such a feeling should evoke.

He began to draw himself to his full height, his blade poised to strike.

The Tarnished scrambled for a weapon, and in her haste, tripped upon her too-large robes, falling to her knees before him. He loomed over her, relishing the spark of fear in her eyes, amplified by the glow of the spirits, still dancing and shining away.

A spear met his heart.

His entire body fell apart from the force of the impact, scattering his bones everywhere.

The Tarnished breathed a sigh of relief, her talisman finally in hand. “Thank you, Lhutel.”

Finally able to recover from his reeling, he began to re-animate, but Lhutel the Headless smashed the blunt end of her spear into his skull, sending him back to the void. She shuffled in place a moment, before turning to watch the light fade from his eye sockets. Watching without eyes.

The Tarnished and Lhutel were long since gone before he finally regained himself, his mind’s eye still stuttering from the unexpected display of force.

And what a display of force it was.

That woman was a phantom, one who had taken her own life in the effort to protect another who had fallen beyond the grave. How he knew this was beyond him, but one thing he did know for certain: she had beaten him into the earth without so much as a single sigh of effort. Right before he had banished to the ether, he had seen the scorn she had had for him, the way she had barely bothered to wipe his very existence away…

There was something fascinating about that.

And now, he didn’t want to find and destroy the Tarnished. At least... not as much as he had wanted to before.

No, now he wanted to find Lhutel the Headless.

He would roam the rest of the world forever if he had to. For he needed to feel something again.

For in that moment, he had felt... alive.

@fateoftheundead

@redsixwing

The roots of the Erdtree cradled her. She lay without consciousness, without time, until-

A presence in her tomb awakened her.

The knight knew herself as spirit, insubstantial as a breeze. She, spirit alone, lingered where she had laid her body to rest. Roots wrapped her bones, fibers in the shape of the woman that was. They trailed from the crevices in her armor. Her fine feathered harness was gone to dust. Her shield lay in bands of rust, its crest vanished. Her helm was who-knows-where, unimportant now.

The feathers were not her honor. The bones were not Lhutel.

Swift as thought, she stood free. Without sound, she skimmed across the floor. Without eyes or ears, she knew: the intruder was high above in the first stretch of the catacombs, rattling into combat with the unquiet skeletons.

How blessed was Lhutel, who was not beholden to such crude matter. Her Prince of Death had given richly to her. Her second life had begun; unlike the first, it would be eternal. She felt nothing, no surge of elation, no beating heart - rather, she soared on a wind the merely physical would never touch. Even she had not, before her burial. Even she, most faithful of the Mausoleum Knights.

She would marvel later. For now, there was a Tarnished bandit to drive away. Having laid the skeletons to a temporary rest, the intruder was getting closer.

Lhutel found that she could still feel emotion, even without bodily sensations. Anger, thin and cold. Spite for the invader.

Lhutel lifted a hand and darkness gathered. Motivated by her determination and anger, it rose as a shapeless vortex. Her soldiers too gave up their darker passions. Their spite, their grasping at the last straws of life, gave the thing shape. The dust of her own bones gave it physical reality. As swiftly as a drawn sword, the Shade stood before her. Its body was no more than a parody of humanity, a black shape cut into the fabric of the world. Its eyes were two white sparks, unseeing and hostile.

No matter. Her Prince's eyes were woven into the roots that draped the chamber walls, and thus, Lhutel saw. By her bones she would guide it.

Energized by all the dead of the Catacombs, given purpose by her silent command, the Shade whipped outward. The Tarnished bandit met it midflight.

The bandit wore a mausoleum soldier's coat, she noted. They must've stolen it from one of her own. They fought not with an honorable sword, but a pair of vicious clawed gauntlets. No helm sat on their head. Their short red hair was tousled and dusty from intrusion into the tomb.

She'd have that thief's head for a sacrifice. The Shade, feeling her rage, pressed the attack.

Long arms reached out, holding spectral blades; the bandit ducked beneath, grunting as the shade caught them with a wide swipe. Steel claws ripped through its insubstantial body. Neither Lhutel nor the Shade were capable of pain.

It retaliated with a summoned glob of reeking liquid, but the nimble bandit leapt back just in time. The Tarnished whipped forward again, claws reaching to tear through shadow-stuff again. The Shade blinked from place to place, avoiding the attacks. Its assailant was living, and living things required rest. It would exhaust the intruder, then add their bones to the catacomb’s floor.

It stalked its prey for a moment, then advanced in a lethal sequence of swings. The Tarnished backpedaled, unable to dodge as quickly as the Shade.

Finally the Tarnished accepted a strike with a pained cry. The cost to the Shade was another onslaught of claws, this time tearing its barely-coherent form entirely apart. Lhutel felt it shudder and vanish.

The Tarnished stood with one hand clasped to a wounded side, panting. A bright new bloodstain bloomed to join the old, dull ones.

The bandit drank deep of a flask on their hip, looked around, and then crouched to scuff up the ashes with the flat of a claw. They made a tidy little pile and muttered over it.

"When I take the rune," the Tarnished said.

Lhutel, impatient, would have snorted if she had a nose to snort through. Dreams, or delusions.

"There'll be a choice for those like you. Undeath has to have its place. Death must return. I swear to you, I'll do it."

She would have spoken, had she a mouth to form words. Impossible - the Tarnished in the mausoleum surcoat was not one of her soldiers, and yet their goals were not unlike hers.

The Tarnished hummed over the little pile of ashes. "Don't suppose you want to join me?"

In their hand, there was a bell. The Tarnished shook it and Lhutel, bereft of ears, heard the chime.

Lhutel lost her grasp on the eyes of the Prince. The sound compelled her into the ashes. Quick as a breath, she stood in her own shape, partisan in hand and shield on her arm. The Tarnished had the nerve to look her up and down.

"So you're the guardian. Was it you that sent that thing after me? Well, no matter. Pleasure to meet you," the Tarnished said.

Lhutel slammed the butt of her spear on the ground by way of comment. Summoned, incarnate, she could feel the feathered harness rattle on her back. One wrong word and she'd skewer the miserable thief, and never mind that they'd called her up. And how exactly had that happened? Necromancy atop thievery. She ought to-

"Fierce one! Well, Headless Knight, you coming with me? Or would you rather shout at me for my ambitions? I got a good big one. I want to lay the Prince of Death to rest."

If she'd had a tongue, she'd have been speechless. That was ambition enough to deserve a lecture! But her life - her death - had been given to that cause.

Lhutel, one arm outstretched to hold her spear upright, swept into a deep bow. The bell spoke again; she felt herself falling, and her final waking thought was that it would not be so bad to leave her tomb at last.

@shadowsheik14

@palepious

Devotion.

It was all he was now. All he had been reduced to. It too was devotion that had driven him to this fate. A disembodied armor, called time and again to battle to defend a master even longer gone than himself, with nothing or no one to remember who he once was.

How long ago was it that he, blinded by hope and ambition, had left his home and love to swear fealty to him? It had been all he had dreamed of as a young man, serving his lord and becoming a knight. Worthy to rival even the knights of Leyndell in their golden light themselves.

The reality of it was of course different than his dreams. Less riding into a war glorious war in lad Marikas name and more law enforcement and the dispatching of local bandit groups. Quickly he had learned then that the battle field was not the place of knightly honor he had fantasized about in his youth. There was no honor in the blood of his allies and the corpses of his foes. Still he had persevered. He had returned home, knelt before his lord and delivered the enemies head.

Neither did he find honor in the snow swept mountains the high queen called them to. On her word his lord picked up his own sword, eager to prove his own fealty to her. Oh what horrors she lead them into. Never before in his life had he feared the cold and the blazing heat at the same time like then. Be it in the scorching fire of the giants or the creeping frost of the lonely nights, there was no safety anywhere to be found. Better men than him fell or lost their minds, yet he remained. He persevered and kept at his lords side.

Devotion.

That was what kept him from falling apart completely. His lord was still alive and as long as he was there he would remain. His lord, still bright eyed and hopeful despite the horrors around them. He who still believed that this war could be won diplomatically and without the total annihilation of either side. What a idealistic fool he was. And oh how much he loved him for it.

The war ended with most of the men he had ridden with shattered on the mountains side, each a charred corpse too mangled to be retrieved and brought home. Not that they even had the space to bring back all the fallen to be buried beneath the Erdtree. But his lord lived, his light remained undimmed and he lead him and all that remained of his people back to their homeland.

With the giants felled peace fell over the lands between once again and he was raised to be his lords closest protector. A new generation of young hopeful knights swore themselves to his lord, all under the misconception that they would find glory in combat. Though just as he had, they too found none of that in their service. Some stayed, some left. Some fell in the battles their lord send them to.

And yet, be it on the battle field or in his lords bedchambers, he was his. Forever his.

So when the illness started rearing it’s hideous head, he was distraught. Within months his lord faded away. Golden hair turning almost ashen before beginning to fall out bit by bit. Once full cheeks growing hollow and sunken. And there was nothing that he could do about it.

Yet he stayed by his side. Day by day he paid vigil, took over responsibility where he could to alleviate the burden on his masters ailing shoulders. And once again during these bleak hours, it was devotion and love to keep it all together. To keep a loving smile and warmth in his eyes. Even when it felt like his world was falling to pieces around him.

It was on a rainy evening, not uncommon at this time of the year, that his lord had suggested it. Them joining together in death. Forever wandering the lands together. Him forever entombed in a wandering castle while he would watch over him for all eternity. He had looked so hopeful when he suggested it. That same spark that had rested in his eyes even in the coldest of nights atop the mountains lit his eyes aflame as he looked up at him.

How was he supposed to do anything else but agree? After all, what would he even be once his lord was gone? His lord had no children and would inherit everything to a niece of his. It would never be the same. No. He belonged by his masters side. Nowhere else.

So when the day came where his lord breathed his last breath. He was ready. He attended his entombment in the Crypt. And, when the stone doors fell closed for a final time, he and the other knights set upon their vigil.

As he knelt there in the fresh grass, still wet with the mornings dew, he considered that he hadn’t really thought about just how he was going to go about it. How does one decapitate oneself with a sword? For a moment he feared that his strike would not be strong enough and only partially split his flesh in two, leaving him to die pathetically in the grass while the other knights would be with his lord and love forever.

Devotion.

Once again it stilled all fear in his heart and allowed him to breath clearly for the first time in months. He would do what was required of him. He always had, he always would. For him.

So he bared his neck, raised the sword and breathed his last breath.

And so it was now. His body had been brought into mass tombs to store and keep their bodies while their spirits lived on. Each time someone came too close to the wandering crypt they would be called forth to defend their lords peace. And each time, he fought to the last. Each time the tarnished and all that would dare sully his loves rest fell to his blade. Their blood feeding the soil along with the shadowy dust of his comrades.

With time his body rotted away, his consciousness in and out of it as he was called to arms. Though in the end there was little difference in fighting or laying scattered on the ground of a dank crypt. Both were inevitable consequences of the other. Time after time again he would be called upon the fields to fight enemies of his lords peace, only to be slain or to fall to dust once his quarry had been slain. Though the latter of the two tended to be the more common occurrence.

Lately it had been the same tarnished again and again. He did not know how it was the same, he just did. They had first fallen easily to his blade, though now they put up more of a fight. Last time they had even come to besting him, before one of his former comrades in arms had brought him town through a blade in the back.

As he reveled on he felt his mind being pulled out of his bones. Soon enough he knew that he was once again as close to his prime as he could be. As much as he could be without a head. In the distance he could feel the approach of a spirit steed, its wretched master atop. No doubt intending to steal away his loves peace. Though only if he fell first.

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