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platonicreaderinsertfanfic · 2 months

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Etho: Vampire Hunter AU (Reader-Insert)

Female reader.

Word count: 932

“You’re up late.” A low voice broke the silence of the night.

You looked up from your work maintaining the chapel’s pews. “Etho!” He looked tired, green and black clothes splattered with dark stains, cloak hanging off his body in ripped shreds, and reddish brown smeared all over his bare hand and forearm.

Adjusting the mask covering the lower half of his face, he smiled with his eyes. “Sister.” Like all your friends, he called you by your title rather than your name—just as you preferred. As far as you were concerned, Sister was your name, not the pretentious mouthful assigned to you by the Church when you came here years ago. Hiding your identity was a drag, although preferable to being claimed by the powerful vampire queen who had marked you as a child.

“I take from the bloodstains all over your clothes, your hunt was successful?” Tossing your screwdriver onto the wooden pew beside where you were crouched, you leaned back to get a better look at your friend; it seemed none of the blood was his this time. Good.

He laughed, almost sounding embarrassed. “It doesn’t feel successful.”

“Rough kill?” You threw your long hair back over your shoulder, keeping it out of the way as you returned to work.

Running a blood smeared hand through his white hair, Etho’s mood darkened. “Even when I know my target has lived for over sixty years, and killed seventeen innocents, it’s not easy to drive a stake through the heart of a creature who looks like a ten year old girl…”

“The abbess always says you’re too kind for this work.” Picking up the screwdriver, you gave it a little flip in the air, catching it neatly. Gently running your left hand over the pile of screws, you grouped them as you counted in your head.

Etho walked towards you. “Uh huhh. It’s hard to tell when she sends me out every week to kill monsters.” Sighing, he squeezed past your kneeling body to tiredly sink down onto the pew. “I shouldn’t have specialized in vampires.”

“Etho, don’t sit—!”

Splintering wood and the crash of ancient planks smacking beautiful tilework flooring interrupted your warning, as the pew gave way beneath him. “Ohhhhh.” He sounded pathetic as he lay on his back on the floor, gazing up at the decorative ceiling and gripping the pocket watch hanging from his belt. While you knew Etho must be a fierce and capable warrior, you found such an image hard to combine with the slightly hapless, and very nice guy, you had befriended over the years.

You groaned. “I had removed most of the screws attaching the seat to the end of the pew, so I could replace them with slightly wider screws, ‘cause the whole thing’s been getting loose, and had already been jury rigged before I ever came here…”

“Sorey.” His accent always came through when he apologized. “I’ll explain to the abbess it was my fault.”

“Thanks.” Leaning back against the chapel wall, you mulled over how long it would take you to fix the pew, assuming you had the skill to properly fix something so old, delicate, and ornate—which you doubted.

“And speaking of the abbess, I got permission to take you with me on my next assignment.”

“Really?” At his words, all exasperation fled your body. Usually you were forbidden from leaving the abbey, on account of the mark on the back of your left hand. “Why?”

“You’re good at clerical work, right, Sister?”

You nodded eagerly as he continued.

“My target tonight had quite a library, and chests of saved correspondence. I needed someone to help me catalog all of it tomorrow, and since they made the mistake of letting me choose my own assistant…I chose you.” Propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes crinkled in a smile. “You do want to see more of the world, right? I don’t know why the abbess always keeps you cooped up in the church compound, but I figure I ought to show my friend a bit of the outside world if I can.”

Without thinking, you gripped the back of your left hand, imagining the green symbol on the other side of your half finger glove. “I’d love that.”

Rising from the rather destroyed pew, which now littered the floor, Etho stretched. “I need to wash up. Wouldn’t want to talk to the abbess looking like this.” He pointed at you. “Now go get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.”

“You’re going to talk to the abbess now?”

“Some of us aren’t night owls by choice, Sister.” Etho chuckled. “If I have to work this late, she can wake up to talk to me in the middle of the night from time to time.”

Grateful for his friendship, and this opportunity to leave the abbey, you wanted to hug the lanky man before you, but decorum held you back. The last thing you had ever wanted was rumors of being romantically involved with anyone, and years of practicing such thinking left little room for nebulous gestures like hugs—no matter how platonically you intended them. “Hm, you’ve always had fun being a bit of a pain.”

“Just doing my job.” His smile shone through in his voice as you packed up your toolbox.

“See you tomorrow, Etho.”

With a jaunty little wave, he strode off, leaving you to wonder what the next day held.

#Ethoslab #My content #Platonic reader insert #Ethoslab x Reader #Hermitcraft x Reader #Vampire Hunter AU #Reader insert

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larixxz · 28 days

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Risa Hayashida (Wiki entries)

Here are some facts about her!!:) i’ve managed to write a little bit about her story, not too much but enough 😭💀 (sucks to be in the final year of highschool and prepare urself for exams and graduation 💔)

⚠️my oc’s story will include sensetive topics such as violence, murder, loss etc.!! ⚠️ (also sorey for my english🥹😟😟)

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ᯓ★ I. Overview

ᯓ★ II. Personality

ᯓ★ III. Appearance

ᯓ★ IV. Breathing Style

ᯓ★ V. Abilities

ᯓ★ VI. Backstory

ᯓ★ VII. Relationship with other

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★ I. Overview 🌺

• name―୨୧⋆ ˚

➤ Risa (梨彩) meaning: “Pear“

-Risa is a vibrant name rooted in multiple languages and cultures. However, its most widely accepted origin is Japanese. Based on the kanji characters used to write it, Risa exhibits numerous connotations.

➤ Hayashida (林田) meaning: “forest rice paddy”

-this surname was chosen because for centuries Risa’s ancestors were living in the mountains near forests, harvesting crops.

•birthday―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ march 10th

•age―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ 17

•sex―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ female

•height―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥159cm

•occupation―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ demon slayer (ever since 12 years old)

•rank―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ hashira (since 14 years old, so for 3 years straight!)

•breath―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ Dragon Breathing Style

★ II. Personality 🌷

Risa , the Dragon Hashira, is very well known not only for being an extrovert but also for an empath, showing sensitivity and understanding towards the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps. She has no trouble lending a hand in need even for the smallest inconvenience possible, as she considers it’s the Hashira’s duty to make others feel comfortable and welcome. She makes it very clear from the start that if you ever need something you can count on her!

However, with close friends, she does seem to be more on the playful, mischievous side as she loves to pull (harmful) pranks and tricks! She thrives on the reactions of others to her pranks, finding joy in laughter and amusement. But, sometimes, it does get out of hand… (as one time Risa, together with Tengen, faked a love letter from Mitsuri to Obanai but as consequence got her butt beaten by him🪦.Tengen managed to run away from the situation tho💀💀)

★ III. Appearance 🌸

In her childhood, to keep Risa safe from head lices, Hayami would often keep her hair really short but still cute, a short hime cut.

(example)

However, in her adolescence years, to honor her mother after her passing, she let her hair grow really long below her knees. It gave her some closure every time she looked in the mirror, thinking that it’s the only way to feel somehow connected to her.

She has a very long luscious hair kept in a low ponytail, ranging from the top of her head with a light coral that eventually fades to a cardinal red color. She kept the same face-framing layer from her childhood, a hime cut but longer sidelocks.

Thanks to her hair color it really accentuates the intensity of her azure eyes with a little bit of light yellow. Unlike average people, her pupils are thin and sharp, similar to a reptile. Her thick eyebrows doesn’t go unnoticed either.

Her attire consists in:

• top & bottom : standard demon slayer uniform (dark brown).

(she did got the revealing one just like Mitsuri from that perv but ultimately declined, shoving that “defected” uniform into his mouth and forcefully made him chew.)

• she wears a large indigo haori made by her mother, filled with red and white flowers.

•footwear : sandals idk😭

★ IV. Breathing Style 💐

I should probably give a little bit of context (cringe aleeert😍😍 my 14 year old ass ateee ) :

Risa retains an ancient sword that she managed to obtain at the age of 12 years old by overcoming certain obstacles in order to become a Demon Slayer. This particular sword is actually possessed by a deity’s spirit who couldn’t find it’s peace yet after being killed centuries ago. Even though his physical body died, his spirit still remained lost on earth and withdrew itself in the sword.

The spirit’s name is Ryoma and takes form of a dragon with long horns and fluffy fur. The rest of his body is packed with scales. Not everyone can see him, though. So, sometimes, it looks like Risa is talking to herself. (which creeps people out…)

It might seem confusing but she gets a boost of power, benefiting not only from her swordsmanship styles but also from Ryoma’s strength. However, it is not unlimited as Ryoma needs energy to fight. So whenever he gets too tired, Risa will just simply use her style. (squiggly movements, similar to a dragon’s pattern)

He restores his energy by either sleeping.

In some cases, Ryoma can fuse with Risa’s breathing style, becoming more powerful but uses ton of energy.

(she also refuses for anyone to forge her weapon as it actually hurts for Ryoma. only she gently takes care of it.)

Dragon Breathing Style consists in 7 known forms:

1. First Form: Inferno Breath.

2. Second Form: Azure Tempest.

3. Third Form: Crystal Rain.

4. Fourth Form: Ryū Roar.

5. Fifth Form : Mizzle Dance.

6. Sixth Form: Savoury Munch.

7. Seventh Form: Immolate.

(will explain these forms another time😍😍)

★ V. Abilities

Even before becoming a Demon Slayer, she was blessed enough with a muscular built passed by her ancestors and having denser muscles than an average person. (not like Mitsuri tho ofc, maybe just three times denser).

Besides her strength, enhanced eyesight are also one of her main abilities that contributes greatly in battles. She can very clearly see the opponent’s next move.

Speaking of speed, she would definitely be the same level as Rengoku.

It might sound weird but sometimes, in a battle field, in order to keep the same speed as the opponent she uses all of her limbs to move, climb, drag herself around faster. (think just like Inosuke lol😭)

Her stamina and endurance is pretty average, it depends whenever she benefits some special effects from her Breathing Technique.

★ VI. Backstory 🎥

Risa- just a newborn.

- She was born into a community, far away from the other villages. This clan is thought to be a descendant from Ryoma, an immortal supreme creature that existed throughout the centuries on earth, before Muzan was ever born.

(PAST)

It is said that it’s clan appearance took apart when, several decades ago, a small community of villagers fled to the top of a mountain to escape starvation and the demons unleashed by Muzan. There, they found a cabin inhabited by a tall, pale man with platinum, silky hair and celadon eyes. He looked too beautiful to be human. The man, sad upon hearing their unfortunate story, suggested living in the same area as him only with the condition to help eachother out. Over time, living close with one another , they finally started creating familles together, they had the time to finally focus on what they can improve on skill-wise. Danger wasn’t a problem for them anymore as demons weren’t usually crossed the paths towards their new “hideout”.

The tall, white-headed man was finally happy to be surrounded by humans.

His name was Ryoma. But.. was he actually immortal?

[PRESENT]

Risa was the only daughter of the Hayashida Clan, which had only been blessed with boys for hundreds of years. The arrival of a girl in the family was seen as a positive change, as Risa would grow up to become a strong, beautiful, and inspiring lady who could serve as a role model for her peers.

Until.. all of their hopes were crushed.

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Late one night, an unexpected and vicious attack was launched by demons sent by Muzan at the small village, catching its inhabitants off guard. The surprise attack resulted in the deaths of many, leaving only a handful of survivors. Among the survivors were Risa and her oldest brother, Rikku. In a desperate attempt to escape, Rikku fled to the closest village with Risa's baby sister cradled in his arms, but not before sustaining a major injury to his abdomen. Even though he had never left the mountain, Rikku managed to grab an old map of Japan before fleeing in search of refuge. However, the journey was fraught with danger and difficulty. With each passing moment, Rikku's wounds grew worse, he had left a massive trail of his own blood. Plus, Rikku was still far away from the village he had to refugee in with Risa and to report the Demon Slayer Corps about the night attack.. It was late.

He failed everyone from his family.

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The only thing that made him proud in that moment was the fact that he protected his baby sister so well- no scar on her delicate, fair skin. He had no choice but to rest under the nearest cheery blossom tree and accepting his destiny in a matter of hours.

This was his last moment to admire nature’s beauty one last time before closing his eyes and falling into a deep, deep sleep for eternity.

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For Risa’s luck, just the next day, he was found dead. His corpse, along with baby Risa sleeping peacefully in his arms, were found by a woman who just happened to live in the village Rikku was supposed to arrive in. The woman, named Hayami, noticed a small letter beside the young man, written in blood. Upon reading his letter and their situation, she felt pity for his fate and decided to give him a proper burial and took Risa into her care.

Nothing is known of her expect the fact that her name is Hayami. She is just a simple, hard-working women who sadly her husband “died” and suffered from infertility. It caused her a great moment of happiness finding Risa, thinking she could finally have someone to take care of and cherish.

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Risa- a teenager. (12 years old)

Growing up, Risa has always showed her admiration and gratitude towards the swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps. Whenever she would see one doing a check-up in her village, she did not missed a chance into chatting with them about their routines, strenght and overall their life style as a demon slayer. The first Demon Slayer she ever talked to was actually an hashria, Uzui Tengen.

By the time Risa was 12 years old she already found out about her origins from Hayami. For some time she could only feel emptiness. It definitely messed her up, both psychically and mentally. Being the only blood line survivor that knew nothing of her past made her feel like a stranger to her own heart.. However, because of this reason, she did not wanted to happen similar or worser to someone else. So she made a very drastic choice of becoming a Demon Slayer.

When she told Hayami about her future plans she had her full support, letting her know she will always be by her side. Before attending the Final Selections, she had only one wish- visiting her hometown where she actually came from.

In this case, Hayami handed Risa the old map Rikku had with him the whole time he tried to escape. Thanks to this map, she was able to track the same path where her family used to live.

Risa took a few days to reach her final destination. As Risa made her way towards her destination, she couldn't help but notice the overgrown plants that had taken over the small houses. The sight filled her with a sense of melancholy as she tried to imagine how her family used to live there before their passing. How were they as people? What did they used to like? Were they good people? All kinds of questions started to pop in her mind. Suddenly, she stumbled upon a dusty scabbard with a sword inside. As she cautiously touched the handle, Risa felt a strange sensation, an electric shock, which made her instinctively drop it. However, she gathered her courage and took a closer look at the katana on her second attempt. As she carefully took out the sword, she noticed how it’s blade was changing colors to a lavander color which totally confused her, not knowing why. (yet LMAOO)

Thinking this might be the only evidence she can gather from her bloodline, she did not hesitated to bring it back with her home.

It was way too early when she arrived home, not even the sun was up by then. But, to her surprise, the doors were freely open with no one inside. Where was her mother? It coulnd’t been an attack by a demon, that’s for sure.. there were no blood. Risa had yelled for Hayami but to no response- she wans’t here.

That’s when Risa ran outside of her yard, trying to find someone to ask for help from her neighbors but the only sight she could catch was a large crowd in the middle of the commune, asseverating remarks of someone to be immediately burned. Making her way to see what was going on, every noise surrounding her quickly turned into a muffle and her vision blurred.

Her mother was tightly tied to a skate, ashamedly looking down at the ground. Hayami was a demon all along that outlived every single relative of her family years ago. Ultimately, she got saved by Lady Tamayo and inherited proprieties that once belonged to her family, making her very rich. However, because of Zaiaku Jigoku, a noble who wanted to buy some land owned by Hayami but was rejected, he managed to find all kinds of secrets about her and her identity and turned everyone against her to get all of her wealth after her death. He had a reason to execute her now- for being a demon and lying about it.

Calling out for her mother and intervening between people to save her was in vain - the guards sent by Zaiaku took hold of her and did not let her interfere with her mother’s execution. Hearing her daughter’s cries, Hayami couldn't do anything but sadly smile at her for the last time before being consumed by the sun. Even though she could have easily killed the humans, she chose not to, as she was committed to this decision. She never wanted to hurt anyone, but to be considered normal, like she was once before being turned. Before being consumed, she mumbled something that Risa couldn’t understand.

Her vision was blurred by her tears. Her heart was aching, as if a thousand daggers were piercing it repeatedly. She was compelled to watch as her mother was mercilessly taken from her. Despite her agonizing screams, no one intervened. At that moment, Risa's desperation gradually morphed into anger as she realized that the bystanders were indifferent to her mother's death, and the Japanese noble was going to basically win, making Risa homeless. Unwilling to let this pass, rage consumed her and she finished off almost everyone involved - specifically those who sided with Zaiaku.

Before dispatching the noble, he begged for mercy and pleaded with her to let him go as he has children who will mourn his passing. Risa had nothing but hatred towards this man; “How dare you ask for mercy just so you can move on and live a normal life with your family, while I have to mourn the death of my mother for the rest of my life?”

Eliminating the nobility did not ease Risa's pain, instead, it worsened as she stood before the bodies, covered in their blood. The realization that she had become what she detested most - a demon - left a heavy lump in her throat.

For years, in silence, she suffered. She never really told anyone about this but Gyomei.

★ VII. Relationship with other hashiras 🪷

She does get along with most of them thanks to her outgoing personality!

(still have to do what impressions she has for the kamaboko squad but wtv)

END. <3

(might just add/edit some stuff another time🤨)

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blislove123 · 11 months

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Tales of Zestiria Vol. 3-4 Manga Review - SorMik (Sorey Mikleo) focus

I finally finished reading the whole manga. The ending is like the same as the original anime.

Major Spoilers ahead....

[Sorey] After this journey ends, we should start a new one!

Throughout the manga and anime, Journey’s End kept being parroted that it sounds very sad. But here, Sorey made a promise with Mikleo that after the current Journey Ends, they will start a new Journey together - for eternity. 😏🤵🔔🤵

It is also heavily implied in the manga that Sorey and Heldalf are... Father and Son. There is a flashback showing pregnant Selene (Sorey’s mom) talking to Heldalf, implying they had romantic relationship.

I watched and played the Tales of Berseria and I really want to know more about Maotelus. I plan to buy Berseria comic next.

Adult long haired Mikleo is such a gift! 😍

I still prefer the ending of Tales of Zestiria the X anime, because it is the complete ending with SorMik reunited with wedding bell ringing. 😁 🤵🔔🤵

Tales of Zestiria also have a novel... but it doesn’t have an english translation. I’ll probably buy the japanese version when my japanese has gotten better.

I will miss these two. 😢

#sormik #sorey x mikleo #tales of zestiria #spoilers

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hungrydolphin91 · 6 months

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Talestober 2023 Day 26: Starcrossed

Mikleo walks before me, closer to the way he looked when we parted, but with a little extra hair spilling past his chin to rest above his shoulders. He strides through blades of waist-high grass, illuminated only by a silver crescent moon. There is no one around, no path, no familiar landmark in sight, yet his eyes do not leave the vast expanse of stars shining above. It seems like he's using them to navigate.

It's comforting to me, to know that the same stars I departed under on my final night in Lastonbell are still here to guide my friend in my place. But Mikleo's expression holds no wonderment of their beauty, nor joy in their familiarity. His eyes are filled with longing and loneliness, as if the endless ribbon of stars he looks upon is only an empty void. In a whisper as soft as the breeze in the grass, his lips utter one word:

"Sorey..."

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Epileo angst is the best angst

#talestober #mikleo #tales of zestiria spoilers #fan fic #stealing from my innominat fic again it's part of the earthen historia flashback from yesterday #i had so many Emotions working on this #sadness over the whole journey's end scene gender envy bc Mikleo is so pretty omg #rage because my laptop crashed and deleted a handful of layers >:(#remember to backup your work kids

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detective-prince-pkmn · 5 months

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Pelipper mail: a dream.

You are in your childhood home, if you could even call it a home. Another customer came by, and your mother is exhausted from the service she's provided to him, but trying not to show it. Her makeup is smudged. She hums to herself, fixing up a black eye from a man who got a little too rough. She's used to it.

"Goro, your hair's getting long," she says, finally putting down the makeup, the brushes and creams and powders she uses to make herself appealing, marketable, consumable. "Did your father ask you to grow it out?"

You see yourself in the mirror, too-- all made up for tv, with your perfect smile of unassuming youth, dripping in nonthreatening masculinity, your long hair styled to be smooth and trendy. You look far too much like your mother.

"We're the same, you and I," she says, pulling back her hair. The ligature marks around her neck are all too familiar, from the last time you ever saw her, and she begins casually covering them with blobs of foundation. "Dolling ourselves up for others to play with. I did this so you wouldn't have to, Goro. There's not much of me left, after all the men came and ate their fill."

She turns, makeup crumbling away to show the rot underneath her skin. She is a corpse. You know this. You have seen corpses on your job, know the process of rigor mortis by heart. But she is your mother.

"They will eat you alive, Goro. Those men, those wolves, they will eat you alive or they will make you into one of them. I thought I raised you better, kept you away from the kind of predators who'd take a bite out of you. What have you become?"

You realize with a horrifying certainty that you are not decaying, not like her. In fact, the Goro Akechi in the mirror looks…hungry.

im sirry im si sorru i dobr wany to ve lije rhem i dony i donr i dont im sorry thsts not it thos isbr wgar i wsntwd im dony kbow i hste ir too in sorey

("I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I don't want to be like them I don't I don't I don't I'm sorry that's not it this isn't what I wanted I don't know I hate it too I'm sorry")

#pkmn irl #asks #pelipper mail #persona 5 spoilers #(PLEASE let me know what trigger tags i might need to add to this one)#horror tw #body horror tw #abuse tw #implied abuse tw

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dei-lab-assistant · 2 months

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Ethoslab Vampire Hunter AU

Reader-Insert version can be read here. Anyway, I hope you can enjoy this little 924 word fic! _____ “You’re up late.”

She looked up from her work maintaining the chapel’s pews. “Etho!” He looked tired, green and black clothes splattered with dark stains, cloak hanging off his body in ripped shreds, and reddish brown smeared all over his bare hand and forearm.

Adjusting the mask covering the lower half of his face, he smiled with his eyes. “Sister.” Like all her friends, he called her by her title rather than her name—just as she preferred. As far as she was concerned, Sister was her name, not the pretentious mouthful assigned to her by the Church when she came here years ago. Hiding her identity was a drag, although preferable to being claimed by the powerful vampire queen who had marked her as a child.

“I take from the bloodstains all over your clothes, your hunt was successful?” Tossing her screwdriver onto the wooden pew beside where she was crouched, she leaned back to get a better look at her friend; it seemed none of the blood was his this time. Good.

He laughed, almost sounding embarrassed. “It doesn’t feel successful.”

“Rough kill?” She threw her long hair back over her shoulder, keeping it out of the way as she returned to work.

“The abbess always says you’re too kind for this work.” Picking up the screwdriver, she gave it a little flip in the air, catching it neatly. Gently running her left hand over the pile of screws, she grouped them as she counted in her head.

Etho walked towards her. “Uh huhh. It’s hard to tell when she sends me out every week to kill monsters.” Sighing, he squeezed past her kneeling body to tiredly sink down onto the pew. “I shouldn’t have specialized in vampires.”

“Etho, don’t sit—!”

Splintering wood and the crash of ancient planks smacking beautiful tilework flooring interrupted her warning, as the pew gave way beneath him. “Ohhhhh.” He sounded pathetic as he lay on his back on the floor, gazing up at the decorative ceiling and gripping the pocket watch hanging from his belt. While she knew Etho must be a fierce and capable warrior, Sister found such an image hard to combine with the slightly hapless and very nice guy she had befriended over the years.

She groaned. “I had removed most of the screws attaching the seat to the end of the pew, so I could replace them with slightly wider screws, ‘cause the whole thing’s been getting loose, and had already been jury rigged before I ever came here…”

“Sorey.” His accent always came through when he apologized. “I’ll explain to the abbess it was my fault.”

“Thanks.” Leaning back against the chapel wall, Sister mulled over how long it would take her to fix the pew, assuming she had the skill to properly fix something so old, delicate, and ornate—which she doubted.

“And speaking of the abbess, I got permission to take you with me on my next assignment.”

“Really?” At his words, all exasperation fled her body. Usually she was forbidden from leaving the abbey, on account of the mark on the back of her left hand. “Why?”

“You’re good at clerical work, right, Sister?”

She nodded eagerly as he continued.

Without thinking, Sister gripped the back of her left hand, imagining the green symbol on the other side of her half finger glove. “I’d love that.”

Rising from the rather destroyed pew, which now littered the floor, Etho stretched. “I need to wash up. Wouldn’t want to talk to the abbess looking like this.” He pointed at her. “Now go get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.”

“You’re going to talk to the abbess now?”

“Some of us aren’t night owls by choice, Sister.” Etho laughed. “If I have to work this late, she can wake up to talk to me in the middle of the night from time to time.”

Grateful for his friendship, and this opportunity to leave the abbey, Sister wanted to hug the lanky man before her, but decorum held her back. The last thing she had ever wanted was rumors of being romantically involved with anyone, and years of practicing such thinking left little room for nebulous gestures like hugs—no matter how platonically she intended them. “Hm, you’ve always had fun being a bit of a pain.”

“Just doing my job.” His smile shone through in his voice as she packed up her toolbox.

“See you tomorrow, Etho.”

With a jaunty little wave, he strode off, leaving her to wonder what the next day held.

#Ethoslab #Hermitcraft #Vampire hunter AU #My content #I literally wrote this in the middle of the night #so don't judge it TOO harshly #OC

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karereiko · 2 years

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This time it’s the God of life, blood, restructuring, helping couples and all who signed bad pacts and the best deratizer and desatir of the underworld - Zagreus.

So as you can guess I spend a lot time playing Hades and fell in love with it. That’s why no surprise I really wanted to felt some characters from it. I wanted to try a different way of felting chibi characters this time too, more complex when it comes to face and in the end I decided to give him a better hands.

As I mentioned, my first chibis were mostly Pitanui plushes inspired, but since I felted Riku and since I managed to make quite nice face for Mieu, I wanted to try this kind of style.

Zagreus took me a lot time since I tried to figure out what kind of proportions I want him to have, so I spend a lot in making layers, build arms and legs more. His hair (21 cones to felt down with right side and order) and laurel leaves (20 of them) took me quite some time. When I have started this project I was mostly worried about Cerberus skulls but in the end those weren’t so much problem. The worst nightmare was to felt head together with rest of the body, the head ended quite heavy and didn’t want to hold still even after long felting time.

Since I began with the size of ball I used in my previous works, then added cheeks, nose, build up hair, made body to be proportional with such head - Zagreus ended around 17 cm big.

It’s been around year since I started felting. On one of the photos you can see Sorey, my first felted chibi ever made. I just thought it’s nice to see both of them together like this. Surely previous Pitanui style takes faster to do, still I love how detailed is the new one.

Guess what? Of course Thanatos it’s on the way, finally after making two other felting figures which I will post soon. I’ve just started to felt him and probably will take me a while, mostly his clothes details since I kinda finished the head today. Zagreus doesn’t hold that Ambrosia for nothing :P (thought if I could change anything in my Zagreus I would place ambrosia in other hand because there are a lot other details on his right side with red came, skulls and all. Better symmetry it would have been XD )

ps. Somehow the official nandroid of Zagreus ended too angry for me and for how we see him in game, that’s why mine has this smile with hint of gentle worry he often shows to those who he cares about.

#Hades #hadesgame #Zagreus #thanzag #felting #nerdyfelting #needlefelting

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bandaiprojectsuperherotime · 1 year

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grand cress albane

name: grand cress albane.

appearance color: red long handband, light brown hair, gray eyes, tan skin, red with yellow part line robe, white body armor chest, black/red clothe outfit, brown/red/yellow long cover belt, white/brown/red armor glove, white/brown/red armor boot.

model based: cress albane & fighter & swordsman.

weapons: original weapons & grand albane sword & grand albane knife & grand albane axe & grand albane spear & grand albane helberd, grand albane shield.

note: grand cress albane is base on cress albane & sorey.

#tales #tale #tales of #tales of series #tales of aselia #tales of phantasia #tales of zestiria #cress albane

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captivemuses · 2 years

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Mikleo has the STRANGEST feeling he's being stared at from behind, though he doesn't bother to turn to FACE the offender from where he's seated at the desk. Pushing the book closed, after marking his stopping place amongst his notations, he rises from the chair and throws himself into Sorey's arms without warning, pulling him in close. "Let's call it a night, Sorey." The water seraph burrows his face just below Sorey's chin, planting a small kiss there. "You were waiting for me, right? The pages of your own book stopped turning. Silly... you should have told me..."

He had in fact gotten completely distracted from what he’d been reading by Mikleo, or Mikleo’s profile anyway. Even after a couple months awake now and him and the water seraph settling into new routines and seeing how Mikleo had physically grown in the decades Sorey had been dormant sleeping, it still hit him several times a day how beautiful Mikleo was. Seeing the long white locks rest over Mikleo’s shoulders, how some of them framed his angular face and made the equally beautiful purple eyes look mysterious when Mikleo was lost in thought. Not to mention the perfect curve of his lips too, whether he was frowning at something stupid Sorey did or smiling at something nice that was said to him or they were kissing and still making up for years lost, it didn’t matter.

But the wind seraph wasn’t about to complain when his boyfriend suddenly flopped into bed with him and Sorey could wrap both his arms around Mikleo. Tucking Mikleo’s hair behind his ears and kissing his forehead, Sorey couldn’t help the goofy but content smile that was on his lips now that he had Mikleo laying with him. “It’s your fault for being so beautiful, it’s hard to pay attention to reading sometimes when you’re right next to me!”

#ic: sorey #tenebriism #that got gay bc Mikleo's beautiful and perfect and Sorey will die on that hill

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tenebriism · 1 year

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(not sorry Sorey demanded he get to give his bae some love)

Mikleo was getting ready for bed, but Sorey couldn't help interrupting him brushing his hair out to give the water seraph some affection. Mikleo just looked too beautiful with his hair down and in comfortable clothes when he was relaxed and happy. Gently wrapping both arms around him and pulling Mikleo back against him, Sorey nuzzled into the crook of the seraphs neck and pressed several gentle kisses up until he made it to his ear and kissed that as well. "Love you Mikleo...."

This BEAUTY Sorey so oft spoke of, Mikleo could never see. He wasn't some etched in mural, lost to time upon the inner walls of some ancient tomb. He wasn't a shining, glimmering gem, one of a kind and far out of reach of affordability for even the WEALTHIEST of men and women. He was just . . . Mikleo, whose confidence was deeply rooted in his INTELLIGENCE, rather than his APPEARANCE.

Sorey, though, always made him feel pretty. Unique. He wishes they hadn't wasted so much time keeping these FEELINGS from one another ( things were complicated, messy . . . and Mikleo had been a COWARD ). Mayhap then, they could have shared many more moments like this, leading up to Sorey's tragically long slumber. Just the two of them, like this, daring not let DISTANCE ( even a SLITHER of it ) keep them apart for long.

" You'll mess up the hair I just brushed, Sorey, " the seraph pouts, but he's sinking into Sorey's arms like it's the only place he's meant to be, here, now, and FOREVER. Heat blossoms upon porcelain skin like roses in a well tended garden, and he's THANKFUL Sorey is behind him, this time, lest he wonder if his flustered boyfriend was ACTUALLY a fire seraph. " I . . . love you, too, Sorey. "

And, should the ex-Shepherd require that additional push of CONFIRMATION that, indeed, his lifelong best friend was DEEPLY in love with him, Mikleo turns within his arms, palms raising to settle atop Sorey's cheeks, to pull him into a deep, affectionate kiss. " Dork . . . "

His dork . . .

#captivemuses #[ oh they own my HEART---!!!! ]#muse ;; MIKLEO ( ANSWERED ASK )#muse ;; MIKLEO ( VERSE . POST GAME )#muse ;; MIKLEO ( ♥ SOREY . CAPTIVEMUSES )

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ragnvdnir · 2 years

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*jamming to look what you made me do* 💃🏻

It has been awhile! How are you? What's new? Hope you've been well!

Also tell me lil bit about Tears of Themis

-☘

*sings-a-long with you* 🎤🎤🎤

nothing new, just the usual😍😍 except that i am excited for 2.8 to come already since kazuhaaa💍💍💍

you just trapped yourself anon, im telling you /j

BUT ANYWAYY😍😍 since u asked abt these dear men who has been occupying me for the past few days *looks intensely at artem* i am delighted to tell you abt them though its just me venting my love and opinions lmao

FIRST OF ALL WE GOT THE PUPPY OF THE GROUP who can break your bones btw MY BB BOI LUKEEE PEARCE😍⁉️ ppl will hate me for this but when i first got into tot, he's my least fav bc i thought he's gonna be boring since he's the usual childhood friend and the childhood friend is my least favorite in every otome game👉👈 BUT I WAS WRONG VERY VERY WRONG I AM SOREY LUKE STANS I ALREADY REPENTED🤧🤧 luke is actually the one i ship with the mc since their chemistry is just top tier🤨🤨⁉️⁉️ and friends to lover btw😍😍 his second birthday card actually changed my life. i became his no. 1 fan. my life is now better. i bow down to him and wish for his lifespan to increase /hj NAURR THAT CARD IS JUST SOOO AND MC IS SO SEXY THERE⁉️⁉️ both of them are sexy🙄⁉️ but anyway, i luv this cutie sm and he's so sweet🤧🤧 9/10, minus 0.5 bc he only have 3 years left /j

THEN MARIUS VON HAGEN🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ ugh this kid🙄 (affectionate btw) tbh i didn't like him that much at first too but since i always get his card i somehow had a marius phase when i started🤨⁉️ i have a love-hate relationship with him /j HES SUCH A TEASE OML I SOMETIMES JUST WANT TO SHUT HIS MOUTH😭😭 and he's younger than us so i refuse to be shy bc of a kid who's 3 years younger than mc🤨(affectionate again) nah but i wont forget when strawberry shortcake anon told me that i act like him🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ that's an insult to me to be told that i act like that kid QOKAJSKSJS JK I WILL STOP THE MARIUS SLANDER NOW BEFORE THE SIMPS COME FOR MY NECK😰😰 i remember this one time he brought mc a flat shoes(?) bc he noticed that she's been wearing her heels all day and her feet is already hurting, tho she never said anything but he still noticed😔😔 i might make fun of this dude but he's really sweet🙁🙁. 8/10, minus one since i can't with his teases and another minus one since he marius von hagen /j IM SORRY I JUST LOVE MAKING FUN OF HIM😭😭 probably bc im older than him🤨

OFCOURSE I WON'T FORGET ABT VYN RICHTER THE LOML (before?) okay alot of ppl said that he's a red flag bc he's a manipulator but like do i look like i care abt that?? /hj. he's the first one who caught my eye among the four btw😍😍 idk why but there's something abt white/gray haired characters that always got me like ??? and one of the things that made me attracted to him more is bc (spoiler ahead?) he's somewhat a noble/aristocrat since his father is basically a duke from the kingdom of svart😍😍 IDK WHY AGAIN but im really into royalty😩😩 like idk why i just love royalty since for one i want to experience a lavish and elegant lifestyle, living in a castle, dancing in the ballroom (this is the effect of reading too much historical manhwa i swear) BUT ANYWAY i think he's the most hated ml among the four since they say he's a red flag but he's really sweet and caring though (for me atleast okay?) im really attached to him bc i think i need someone like him. he's a psychologist/psychiatrist 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ (in conclusion i need him bc of free therapy) OWJKSJS LMAOO BUT ANYWAY i feel like he can and will read me well and that's what i need. so if you please mr. vilhem richard albert de haspran🧎‍♀️💍 (HIS REAL NAME IS SUCH A *CHEF'S KISS*) there's more for me to talk abt him but i will stop here since its already long😰😰. 11/10, a literal perfection but has a crack on some sides (the said red flag by ppl🙄)

AND PLEASE WELCOME THE ONE AND ONLY ARTEM WING THE MAN IN EVERY MAN'S PRAYER🙏🙏🙏 oml if vyn is someone i need then artem is the one i need and WANT (im sorry vyn, artem just hits different these days) he is literally a malewife and house husband. HE CAN COOK OML QOWJEKEK😭😭😭 ik that's something i shouldn't praise a man for bur come on, its artem wing we're talking abt, the hopeless romantic man i ever dreamed of😫💘 OKAYY SOO i only realize that he's my ideal man these past few days🙁🙁 like ik he's a malewife but im focused on vyn🌝🌝 NAURR BC I DON'T WANT A MAN ANYMORE IF ITS NOT HIM👹👹 /hj (love you diluc <3) gosh idk what to say anymore i just adore and love this man😩😩 the things that i would do to have someone like OR HIM 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ HES SO SO CARING AND SWEET AND LOVABLE AND CUTE AND ATTRACTIVE AND ALL😩😩 lawddd just one artem wing please 🙏🙏🙏. zhongli's age/10, malewife.

THATS ALLL :DDD its so longggg😭😭 but its your fault since you started it 🤨🤨 /j

#—letters 💌#talks with: ☘︎ anon #im sorry vyn i have to leave you for awhile and be with artem #please come take me back #or dont ehe i dont mind~

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