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won4ver · 3 months

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✈︎a poet’s draft

↳ teaser

You were convinced that Sunghoon was incapable of loving, and he was prepared to sacrifice everything to prove you wrong.

pairing : streetracer!sunghoon x singer!afab!reader

warnings + genre : readers kinda mean. exes to ??. [warnings will be added to the main fic]

teaser wc : 1.1k | fic wc : ~10-15k

release date : ??

a/n : listened to vroom vroom by weeekly on repeat while writing the teaser… been so excited about putting this one out, it’s been brewing in my drafts for a few days. i’m almost done the full fic so it’s coming very soon

playlist [updated frequently]

“You know, I was in love with you” As the words tumbled from your mouth in a wisp of blue, it travelled throughout his bones drawing red where your words cut. His head snapped to you as his cuts cried, the familiar numbing pain crawling up his throat as it burned, swallowing itself as he attempted to speak.

“I even thought we were going to get married” His heart raced like an invisible clock, ticking away in his mind as your love grew purple.

Purple, his favourite colour was now nothing more than the venom dripping from the teeth of the serpent wrapped around his fresh wounds, mocking him for his unfulfilled love. The purple streaks that once coloured your hair in the plethora of his love, were now dyed over with a striking blonde.

“You were my everything, Sunghoon”

His absence created a separation like water and oil, the reds and blues pulling apart as he broke your heart in a quick decision. He was red, of course, he took your favourite colour with him.

The comforting red that you once blushed across his cheeks was now staining his firsts as they dripped with blood, the comforting red was nothing but a distraction. You once loved red, but now you hated it more than anything.

“But then I saw that I was nothing to you”

You were red until Sunghoon touched you, until he made you fall in love with him by whispering sweet nothing in your ears under the morning dew beneath the pale blue sky. You were stained purple until the red dripped out like a faucet.

The path left by your shed tears was an abstract of delusion, Sunghoon didn’t know how to love. He proved the point when he left without a word, the tears now dried upon your cheeks.

“And I foolishly believed that you responded with equally returned love” His mouth filled with the taste of copper, the red landing on his tongue as he bit his lip. The invisible clock froze, his body numbed as your words repeated in a record of self-doubt.

“But then I realized, you don’t know how to love Sunghoon. I’ve always struggled with forcing myself to believe in a lie.” You turned your head towards him, eyes leaving the beautiful sunset to stare into the void of Sunghoon, his hypnotising eyes blurred with faux tears.

You let yourself scoff, shaking your head as you stared at the man beside you, his palms shaking as they twiddled with each other. “You're nothing more than a poet's draft, your rhythm fell out of touch with the one of the world.”

The invisible clock chimed as the red flames licked at it, unfrozen as Sunghoon’s tears raced down his cheeks. He couldn’t breathe, his chest filled with smoke as the fire of the clock burned him. “N- no that's not true, I loved you more than anything” He stuttered, shaking his head as the salty tears landed like lava on his hands.

“I love you like the wind-” You cut him off, “No you didn’t Sunghoon, you became the wind.” He shook his head back and forth, his lips trembling as his head began pounding, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

“You destroy everything in your path, like a hurricane tearing through my heart. You took everything I had, leaving me with nothing but your destruction.” You looked away from the man who left you in the wake of his timeless parallel of ruining everything he’s ever touched. Sunghoon wasn’t made to love but to be loved.

He found love in you, at one point in time he truly believed that you were the only type of love he’d ever experience, up until he fell into the blinding headlights of his soon to be downfall. He should've known he couldn't have both you and the races.

Once upon a time, Sunghoon would've chosen you over anything, but now he had his entire career to lose. He lost you as he sped towards the finish line, his black visors blocking the blue waves washing off of him. He was rendered colourblind the moment he no longer had you, his permanent red-coloured glasses staining his vision.

Sunghoon needed you back, but would he risk everything he has now to get you back? He once built you a castle made of cards, long before he was consumed with the storm whistling inside of him. He wasn't always the wind, he was once a delicate flower being held in your palms. But things were different now, your shared clock ticking in your ears as the rest of your castle slowly tumbled down. The cards were scattered, ready for Sunghoon to collect them once again.

But as he looked down he could only see one card, the back side laid against the grass beside his feet. The jack of hearts. A smile rose on his lips as the haunting red colour shone brighter than ever.

“Hey, I have a race in about half an hour” Sunghoon looked up at you from beneath his lashes, a nervous smirk on his face, “can you, uh, come?'' The deadpan stare you sported on your face made Sunghoon sheepishly raise his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck.

“I mean- it would mean the world to me if you showed up” He picked at the grass in the exact same spot where the card was laid out, the long shards ticking his fingers as he held his breath.

“Are you going to win?” You ignored his question, your head tilting to the side as you watched him in a narrowed gaze. A teasing smile kissing your lips as you watched him excitedly nod his head.

“I’ve always won for you.” And Sunghoon did. Every single race you were the only thing on his mind, his scenarios raising with the speed of his car. He would imagine you waiting for him at the end, your arms wrapping around him as soon as his door opened. The loud cheers coming up as nothing as he was cradled in your embrace.

In his mind he would hold you, your soft encouragements softening his batted mind. In his mind he built a life around your absence, creating his own version of you in replacement of his loneliness.

In his mind he never had to choose between you or his career, he wouldn’t have left you in the middle of the night because he knew he wouldn’t be able to go with your pretty eyes staring back at him.

“Today won’t be any different” But it would be different, Sunghoon knew it would change everything. You would no longer but just a fragment of his delusions, but you would actually be standing there- for him.

“I’ll have to see if I can make the time” And for the first time ever, you lied to his face.

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nellycanwrite · 1 year

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His Queen

K’uk’ulkan x Filipino!Reader Blurb

Summary: K'uk'ulkan pays you a visit to ask you to become his queen.

Rating: PG 13+

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.5K

Note: Filipino!Reader is inspired by Marvel's equivalent to the Filipino Superhero Pearl Pangan, also known by her hero name Wave. You can control water and have the same capabilities as a Talokanil, but you are still a land-dweller born and raised in the islands of Mactan, Cebu Philippines.

It is also worthy to note that I have not included any Yucatec Maya phrases despite Namor speaking in his mother tongue as respect to his language. Therefore his mother tongue shall be labeled with italics.

This work is a connecting piece to His Timeless Love. Both can be read separately and in any order.

Hidden by the waves of saltwater was a man. But not just any man; K'uk'ulkan. The feathered serpent god from myths old and from legends foretold. Yet his divine countenance could not compare to your own. The water bent by your will, aides you at your beck and call. It surrounded you like a halo of shimmering fractals that danced around you with the flitters of a sea faerie from folktales. It was as if the sea was your bidding, yet it obeyed you like a knight to its queen. Such prowess came from disquieting origins, yet you wielded it proudly. Regally.

He was enchanted by you.

There were no words to describe the blossoming heat from his chest, traveling from the pulsing veins of his fingertips down to the tingling crunch of fine white sand beneath his bare feet. You moved with the grace of dancing anemone, glowed as brightly as the stars of the evening sea that guided him through the throes of the darkened currents. No matter how many times he would see you, his breath always hitched. Time always stopped.

Time was no concept for an immortal such as he, yet he found himself counting every precious second when he basked in your company.

"I know you're there." The sea rippled around him. He shook his head and chuckled.

"How did you know?" He rose from the depths of the water and stayed by the shore's edge. The waves lapped at his winged feet pleasantly like a greeting from an old friend. His eyes trailed across your back as you glided your arms in a dance of tradition with the water accompanying your movements.

"You're not subtle, K'uk'ulkan," you did not turn to face him, but you regarded him with a sliver of ocean water snaking across his arms. K'uk'ulkan held the urge to let a pleasant shiver run down his spine. You chuckled, "I saw you peeking your head from the shore."

"Is it unpleasant for you? For me to disturb you from your rituals." He asked. Your hands stopped.

"Never." You did not bother to correct him that your idle movements weren't rituals. It was mere movements controlled by the crashing waves upon the loose sand, imitating the flow of the currents that shook with each stroke. An impulse, maybe. An urge to dance with the hymns of your orient motherland.

You finally turned to face him, eyes locking with a magnificent earthen oak. He chose this moment to shorten the distance between you, his fingers finding solace at the supple of your cheeks. He caressed the lids of your eyes free of seawater and lingered a kiss to your brows with a satisfied smile.

"Then why call me out?" There was a mischief behind his words hidden beneath the whispers of ardor. You smiled.

"I would rather have your company than to let you linger by the sea. I know you wish for the same."

You noticed his breath become albeit ragged—although it was but a sliver of a puff of air—so you willed the water to sustain his skin from the blistering heat knowing full well that he would stay with you until nightfall. The sun of Mactan, Cebu on the high end of summer's afternoon was one of the hottest recorded in any index; it would harm K'uk'ulkan if you were to let him stay under it any longer. A thin dome of water covered the both of you and the light bounced off from the water to your skins. Picturesque as it might seem to the eyes of an onlooker, there was something much more beautiful in the eyes of K'uk'ulkan.

And that was you.

"Thank you, my love." He spoke in his mother tongue. It was as pleasant and melodious as the wind chimes from your rattan house. It always filled you with immeasurable joy for him to use his language to speak so softly with you.

"Always," you guided him to sit on the sand under a nearby coconut tree, water covering you at every step and wetting the exposed skin of K'uk'ulkan. A question prodded in the forefront of your mind as soon as you were settled and huddled between the serpent god's legs, his arms wrapping around your waist and head buried on your shoulder, "why have you come to visit, my king?"

"Do I need a reason to see my queen?"

You sighed and shook your head, leaning back against his frame and turning your head to kiss the shell of his pointed ears. "A land dweller cannot be queen, K'uk'ulkan. You know that."

"Yet one lay in my arms at this very moment." He tightened his grip on your waist and peppered kisses against your neck. You tried your best not to humor his need for attention despite the growing heat that formed on your nape and cheeks.

"The people need a queen that is of Talokan blood. I can't simply take that role."

"Your achievements speak for itself," he raised his head from your shoulder and kissed your cheek, "you have saved Talokan from the hands of scientists who tried to scour through the depths of our oceans, kept our secret well-hidden from the land dwellers, and you have kept your promise of aid to my kingdom in times of need. We have seen you divert ships away from our home with your riptides and currents."

"That is hardly a reason. I've only repaid a debt."

"And what debt would that be?"

"Sparing me," your hands snaked towards the hands that locked itself on your waist. You drew circles against his skin as he sighed in content at the moment, "you had every reason to kill me when I stepped through the entrance of Talokan. You were a king who protected his people—I was sure I was going to die by your hand that day."

"You intrigued me," he supplied, his hands now taking yours and intertwining your fingers together, "you did not yield under my threats nor did you use the name my enemies have called me when I have antagonized you."

"Namor," you tried, the name foreign to your tongue, "I much prefer your real name, K'uk'ulkan. And why would I make an enemy of the king of a civilization that I have intruded?"

"You might be one of the rarer sane land dwellers."

"I try." You gave him an amused shrug.

"You are also special, my love," he added, his mother tongue chiming through the warm pacific winds, "my people already revere you as a god of their own."

"Me?"

"Do I really have to spell every word?" He placed two fingers on your chin and made you look up at the flowing dome of saltwater that you are effortlessly maintaining with your powers, "you control the sea. Our life source is at your beck and call. You can breathe like us, swim like us, and you could withstand the pressure of Talokan. You have garnered the love of our people."

"Your people." You corrected him. He shook his head and adjusted himself so he could lay his forehead against yours.

"Our people," he stared into your eyes, the rich earthen gaze reflecting that of his love for the sea. With it also came the tremendous love he had for you; his queen. No one was fit to rule by his side but you. Although there might be reservations from others of his kingdom, they cannot refute the fact that you—an entity that controlled the tides of their home—were to be revered. Respected.

Your benevolent rule will be the legacy of his choice. And it will be living proof for the people that you were the only rightful queen to sit by the right hand of his throne.

"You hold the strength of the sea at your whim, yet you choose kindness above all else. But you do not hesitate to use force when it is necessary. That is the true makings of a ruler. Your judgment astounds me, your beauty is simply divine. You are perfect, my love."

"K'uk'ulkan…" his name was like a prayer to your mouth. It was ironic, you might say, for the prayers of the god of the sea fell into his attentive ears and returned the favor with worship—as if you were the divine entity and he the disciple. You felt his hands creep into the back of your head and pull you impossibly closer, his fingers tangling with your dampened hair from the obedient water from the ocean's tide, his lips fluttering with the tongue of praise to you; his god. He regarded your meager stature like the statue of a Santo Niño. Holy. Sacred.

He uttered your name in a breathless whisper that wavered the dome of water from your command. He might have found that amusing enough to release a minute chuckle. He was the only one who could sway your otherwise earnest control.

"This I ask again, will you become my queen and rule Talokan by my side?"

#namor x reader #namor #mcu namor #namor x filipino!reader #namor x fem!reader #k'uk'ulkan #k'uk'ulkan x reader #marvel #wakanda forever #talokan

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kirenia15 · 10 months

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My Dramione TBR list

Welcome to my Dramione fanfics list! It is created mainly for myself, to keep track of all the fics I am reading this year, and in the hopes you can also find recommendations for yourself.

READ:

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love (199,656 WC) -- this fic is simply perfect. I read this right after ‘Manacled’ and it healed my soul. I really wish I was good at bookbinding because I need a physical copy of this so bad. Rating 5/5.

From Wiltshire With Love (352,757 WC) -- awesome writing, fantastic execution and lots of spice! Rating 4.5/5.

Manacled (370,515 WC) -- devastatingly good. This was actually the first Dramione fanfic I read in years. I could not put it down and in my heart I am still yearning for a sequel and a happy(ier) ending. Rating 5/5.

The Auction (325,876 WC) -- absolutely awesome as well as heartwrenching. Rating 5/5.

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy (290,615 WC) -- this is great! I really liked how the story and love between Draco and Hermione developed. Rating 4.5/5.

The Eagle’s Nest (292,798 WC) -- it is honestly my least favourite out of them but the change of AU and setting was welcome. It is also very well researched and well written. Rating 4/5.

Love and Other Historical Accidents (153,841 WC) -- it is beautifully written but I am not so fond of this style. I honestly expected it to be different so I took me quite long to finish this. Rating 3/5.

Meet Your Match (121,611 WC) — this one arrived in my hands at the perfect time. I was just craving some fluffy story with older characters in a time after the war, where we could see a glimpse of their future lives. It did not disappoint in the slightest. Rating 5/5.

Sugar and Spice (156,052 WC) — first dreomione I read and I absolutely loved it! It made the top 5 for me. Rating 4.4/5.

READING:

The Debt of Time (715,940 WC)

The Misfortunes of Muggle Studies (in development)

Breath Mints, Battle Scars (148,908 WC)

Seek and Find (205,273 WC)

TO BE READ:

All the Wrong Things (160,297 WC)

An Inconvenience (121,433 WC)

Bring Him to His Knees (246,526 WC)

Carpathian (102,177 WC)

Contradictions (183,073 WC)

How to Win Friends and Influence People (386,462 WC)

Measure Of A Man (590,655 WC)

Perfectly in Pieces (556,730 WC)

Secrets and Masks (465,159 WC)

Shifted (95,961 WC)

The Ghost Of You (105,734 WC)

The Journal (104,890 WC)

The Manuscript (160,613 WC)

The Order of Serpents (193,506 WC)

The Right Thing To Do (174,911 WC)

Timeless (311,311 WC)

Unchained (136,082 WC)

Dragon in the Dark (164,782 WC)

Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse (356,169 WC)

Rosemary for Remembrance (167,789 WC)

On the Nature of Daylight (234,689 WC)

Ten out of Ten (61,559 WC)

Out of Darkness (63,404 WC)

#dramione #fanfic #hpfanfic #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hermione x draco #recs #dramione recs

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paradisins · 2 years

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some playlists i’ve curated

lotus in bloom: homemade ice cream, wet grass, the sun is out, big dreams, familiarity, learning handshakes, a walk in the gardens, bright colors, hopscotch games, the radio is blasting, growing, picking tangerines, the aroma of baked cinnamon rolls, seashells, blushed faces, taking it day by day

i could stare at ur back all day: tracing the birthmark on your lover’s arm, scattered flower petals, sharing laughs and lollipops, comparing hand sizes, no one else in the world exists, holding on, pink skies, timeless, beauty, reciting poetry, fulfilled promises, pure sweetness, feeling whole

the motherland: golden lanterns, loving, a sunny afternoon, grammar books, cut-up slices of fruits, rivers, open arms, nostalgia, pine trees, belonging, people-watching, first encounters, train rides, playing chess

andromeda: nothing is quite real, the moon on your mind, cold wind, small voices, a mystery, the world is heavy, distractions, a fire, long white dress, spinning, torn sheet music, illusions, apologetic yet brilliant, swords, closed eyes, floating, you are reborn

braking softly: sparkling waters, peace, beautiful innocence, a matcha iced coffee, dried flowers, longing, butterflies, intertwined fingers, a lover’s hair tie, you just turned nineteen, the calm wind, the windows are down, writing in diaries, blowing kisses, bakeries

on some strange angel’s porch: staring into space, surrendering into your own loneliness, why can’t i cry? just let it all out?, home is nowhere on earth, lamp lights, dreading silence, a ghost, poison, everything is enough, the winged nike of samothrace, falling away, decaying

closing distance: a soft kiss on the chest, touching skin, desire, sweet perfume lingers, empty wine bottles, warm breath, whispers, candlelit flames, honey, nurturing, cherishing, a little bit lightheaded, love in one place, stained lipstick

i feel like running: green neon lights, 24 hour motels, pulling up at the mcdonald’s drive-thru at 3am, empty streets, searching, deserted valleys, chaos, a serpent, it was so cold but it’s burning, melancholic, lost memories, echoes, fast cars, faded wounds

backseat luvrs: hands clasped, milk chocolates, the sudden tingling feeling in your stomach when you make eye contact, nicknames, everything is in the shape of a heart, first love, illuminated, letting them in your heart, candied cherries, confessions in letters, endless gazes, the world stops

i’m over it (she’s not): puffy eyes, fragile, sick of trying, holding hope, breaking, explosion, broken fragments of your heart, pouring november rain, emptiness, ruins, infinitely wondering “why”, sorrow and anger, betrayal, gone

i was not ready: another heartbreak, darkness, eating dinner alone once again, words left unsaid, old dreams, bad timing, empty fields, running mascara, a hurt that lasts, feeling selfish, the person they once were, a stranger, the end

one jop this time: a kpop playlist full of my personalised top-tier bangers

ヽ( >∀< ☆ )ノ: kpop again but just the girlies!!!

yumeji’s theme: inspired by wong kar wai’s in the mood for love

love you for 10,000 years: inspired by wong kar wai’s chungking express

#spotify #playlists #concept playlist #concept playlists #music recs #indie

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enchanting-jewel · 10 months

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Lilith

Lilith is the Goddess of:

Love

Demons

Beauty

Wisdom

Life

Rebirth

Fertility

Motherhood

Inner strength

Illumination

Mysteries

Spiritual initiation

The night

The evening star

Vampires

Lilith is said to to be Adams first wife before Eve and was exiled due to her independence and her ways of thinking.

Modern day has taught most to fear her, but her intents are pure. She tells us to take back our power. She calls to us to stand in our truth, embracing our dark and light equally.

She tells us to stop playing small and being afraid of burning too passionately for worry of being misunderstood in the eyes of others. Our fire is not for them she tells us, it is for us!

Lilith represents the dark sexual raw parts of us that are instinctual and ugly. Things we don’t like to acknowledge, but they are as much apart of our being as anything else.

She is a rebel, an exile, a survivor, and she’s not afraid to get what she wants. Despite the negativity that surrounds her in astrology, she’s within each and every one of us and she’s not a source of evil but of power. Embrace your Lilith and you embrace yourself.

Some symbols that represent her are:

Owls

Serpents

Dark Moon

Lilith’s glyph

Crossroads

Some offerings for this deity are:

Incense- sandalwood, rose, mugwort, myrrh, or dragon’s blood

Red, black or purple candles

Images of owls, snakes, bats, cats, and spiders

Crystals- black obsidian, carnelian, red Jasper and garnet

Fruit- apples, grapes, berries and fig

Wine, root beer, rum, liquor and tea

Moon water or storm water

Prayer to Lilith

“Lilith, I invoke you, I adore you, I desire you, Lilith, goddess of darkness, illuminate my temple in black light, Lilith, kindle me in excitement of the flesh under the domain of the mind, Lilith, great mother, sister, lover, give me the cup of knowledge, Lilith, I am drunk from your breasts, I take hold of your majesty, Lilith, timeless abyss, you destroy my fears revealing the secret knowledge, Lilith, unleash your legions against my enemies, Lilith, consume me in your embrace, in the swirly starring horizon.”

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talonabraxas · 2 months

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Ouroboros: A Timeless Symbol of Unity and Continuity

The Ouroboros is often associated with the concept of renewal and the endless cycle of life, and it has been used to represent a variety of ideas and beliefs. In ancient Egyptian mythology, the Ouroboros was a symbol of the sun, representing the cyclical nature of the sun’s movements across the sky. In ancient Greek mythology, the Ouroboros was a symbol of eternity and the unity of all things. In alchemy, the Ouroboros was a symbol of the cyclical nature of the universe and the process of transformation.

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grangerxdangerr · 4 months

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My 2024 TBR ✨

I am however open to Marauders fic recs! I couldn’t find many reviews that weren’t Crimson Rivers, All The Young Dudes, or Only The Brave. I loved Crimson Rivers so I have high hopes and I’m excited to really dive in!

Marauders

1. Only The Brave x Solmussa

2. All The Young Dudes x MsKingBean89

3. That’s The Art of Getting By x sarewolf

4. Long Live The Little King x shorely

Dramione

Finish DMATMOOBIL x isthisselfcare

Finish Measure of a Man x inadaze22

Various Storms and Saints x viridianatnight

Something Golden x justalazywriterr

Hogwarts: A Home x coralcollective

From Wiltshire With Love x MistressLynn

A Game of High Stakes x In_Dreams

Dragon in the Dark x GracefulLioness

All the Wrong Things x LovesBitca8

Sweetly Broken x LadyKenz347

Beginning and End x mightbewriting

Seek and Find x serpent_and_sage

Lost In Yesterday x uzumakibrat

The Fallout x EveryThursday

Mon Couteau Aiguise x gillianeliza

The Order of Serpents x bl_crtz

My Sacrifice to Make x sarahsempra

Timeless x alexandra_emerson

This Bitter End x WritexAboutxMe

Things We Say in the Dark x rubber_soul02

Things We’re All Too Young to Know x eevans

WIPS

These are just works in progress that I’ve started and have been keeping up with.

How Far Will He Go x venitaserum

Tarnished x westxnorthwest

Failsafe x Hypothetically

Under the Same Stars x slytheraen

Fallen Dynasty x goldensunflowers98

This Bitter Earth x ikorous

Who Made You Like This x Dracosdove

#dramione #dramione tbr #marauders #marauders tbr #dramione fic recs #marauders fic recs #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #ao3 #theomione #dreomione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #fanfic rec #tbr list #jegulus #2024 tbr

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justahumblememefarmer · 4 months

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Ultimate Doctor Who Poll Round 1 - Matchup 13

Episode Summaries under the cut

108: Nightmare in Silver - Season 7B, Episode 7: After the kids that Clara nannies for discover that she is a time traveler, she agrees to give them a trip in the TARDIS. The Doctor takes them to an amusement park in the future. Among their attractions they have an empty Cyberman shell. Tiny Cyber mites begin converting people and technology and reactivate the Cyberman shell. The children are captured and taken over by the Cybermen, but not fully converted. Clara leads soldiers on the planet to a defensive position while the Doctor goes after the children, but they begin to convert him as well, but he fights the cyberiad for control of his brain.

He challenges it to a game of chess for control. More Cybermen emerge and Clara helps the soldiers to fight them off, while the partially converted Doctor arrives with the children in a trance-like state. As the Cybermen attack, the Doctor makes a deal to free the children from Cybermen control. The Doctor then manages to free himself from their control, and the humans all escape from the planet, activating a device to destroy the entire planet, and all the Cybermen on it.

149: Survivors of the Flux - Season 13, Episode 5: The Doctor learns about the origin of the Flux, Division, and her history as the Timeless Child from Tecteun, the Time Lord who found her and discovered the secrets of regeneration.

Yaz, Dan, and Professor Jericho are trapped in the early 1900's and try to investigate when the Flux will hit Earth, as well as a way to get back to the future. They find tunnels built Joseph Williamson, that link to many places in time.

An alien known as the Grand Serpent travels to various points in UNITs history, killing influential members to take power for himself. Eventually in 2017, he gets UNIT shut down and makes an attempt on the life of Kate Stewart. He lowers Earths defense to allow Sontarans in to fight the Lupari ships protecting Earth from the Flux.

Back in Division headquarters, the Ravagers appear and kill Tecteun, and reach out to kill the Doctor.

#doctor who #ultimate doctor who poll #my post #polls #11th doctor #clara oswald #13th doctor #yasmin khan #dan lewis #matt smith #jenna coleman #jodie whittaker #mandip gill #john bishop

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cosmicellis · 4 months

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Google and a couple of more recources tell me Yongheng means "Eternal, timeless". Here is two almost timeless things combined Anyway. I know Dracthyr's visage cannot be anything but the elf\human thing, Yong's is mogu. Also if be a bit off canon - he is more of a serpent-esk dracthyr. Aka no wings and he just hovers with magic.

#warcraft #warcraft oc #dracthyr #warcraft mogu

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speaker-of-the-void-cats · 1 year

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"When he reached a displacement of eight he told us he was dead."

"He sees the wolves have formed up around him. Eight of them."

"The greatest gaiaforms of our solar system are eight in number—or, if you prefer, [N]ine—but asteroids and minor planets have them too. And in their sidereal generosity, these gaiaforms will protect us, if we ask them."

Fist of Eight Moons

"Only in the Ascendant Plane—where a well-defended idea is a reality—do these moons, in this small way, still exist."

"Eight Barons and an Awoken prince - and only one of you. I so dislike betting on the underdog… But you are resourceful…"

"The man turned to his left and saw a familiar, weathered face staring up at the eight Barons of the Tangled Shore."

[...]

"’Sundance’ appears to be the victim of a single, catastrophic wound from a Devourer Bullet, modified to fire from a Scorn launcher. Projectile classified as ontological.”

“Define Devourer Bullet.”

“Payload matches the ballistics of a Weapon of Sorrow or a comparable Hive implement.”

"We are all pinched silhouettes impaled on the twitching of infinitely long spiderlegs."

"You must reckon with yourself. Can you see the path ahead?

Do you know the shape of your trial?"

Auseklis

Ogdoad

Guñelve

Arevakhach

Schläfli

Compass rose

Isotoxal | edge transitive

Eightfold Path

The Star of Lakshmi

The Star of Ishtar

The morning star

First light of the new dawn

Venus

[Consult Cryptarchy's pre-Golden Age stacks for more information]

"Is it a simple answer? Perhaps none who serve you have the capacity to grasp your vision. And so, rather than waste more of your time and attention on explaining something they will never hold, it is enough that they act as you will. The Witch and her Hive carving single-mindedness out of the cloth of the universe, that whispering Nightmare seeking the fullest gamut of existence, the Upender destroying all differentiation. Shadows on the wall.

In this case, it would be hubris to think I have understood your work, that I alone among your Disciples have grasped what purpose it is we serve. All of us must see darkly reflected.

But there is relief in simplification. There is kindness in winnowing. So then, why is this proliferation permitted?

The shadows, showing the truth by their casting. [...]

There: I have resolved the conflict within my thoughts, and I am at peace again. Once more, I am only your violence and nothing more.

The Final Shape will realize us as we strive."

—Unknown Disciple of the Witness, Inspiral

Who am I?

Call me Coyote. Call me mantis, serpent, Cagn, Anansi, call me Sri-cleans-his-brother's-stomach. Call me the grandmaster of semiosis, the jeweler's hammer which gilds the signal, a purposeful mob none of whose members know its purpose, the infinite regress of enigmas, a self-questioning answer, the word not spoken, black ice, cataract of mimes, the ache and fever of overthought while bedridden with illness, the intolerable thorn of frustrated inquisition, gray regret at the end of a fruitless day, the thing which is unlike your beloved but arbitrarily recalls your beloved to agonizing effect, architrave of the no-window, needle driven in flush with skin so that desperate fingers cannot pull it out, sweet petal, unmemorable, crystal death, the provably improvable.

Here at the center, I lie to you the truth. You have everything you need to know it, but I will give you a clue, as the duelist gives warning before she draws. The answer you seek to the Dreaming City is simple, not complex.

In primordial space, timeless creatures made waves. These waves created us and the others. Waves were the battles, and the battles were waves. Fleeing all W'rkncacnter, Yrro and Pthia settled upon Lh'owon. They brought the S'pht, servants who began to shape the deserts of Lh'owon into marsh and sea, rivers and forests. They made sisters for Lh'owon to protect and maintain the paradise. When the W'rkncacnter came, Pthia was killed, and Yrro in anger, flung the W'rkncacnter into the sun. The sun burned them, but they swam on its surface.

Marathon 2, Six Thousand Feet Under terminal: ax1-40^23<094.95.28.85>

Oryx went down into his throne world. He went out into the abyss, and with each step he read one of his tablets, so that they became like stones beneath his feet. He went out and he created an altar and he prepared an unborn ogre. He called on the Deep, saying: I can see you in the sky. You are the waves, which are battles, and the battles are the waves. Come into this vessel I have prepared for you. And it arrived, the Deep Itself.

Books of Sorrow

XXXI: battle made waves

Verse 4:1 — battle made waves

#trace the vermicular path #follow the daito rabbit #destiny the game #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny2 #destinythegame #destiny lore #the traveler #Ishtar Collective #destiny speculation #the veil #the witness #the numbers mason what do they mean #crashing my scion tc into the witness at 100mph #macrocosm #eight points

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misssugarcat · 5 months

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Ode to Hogwarts

In Hogwarts' Halls of Magic Grand, Where dreams take flight, as if on sand. Walls of stone and moving stairs, A place where wonders fill the air.

In Gryffindor, where courage stands, Lion-hearted in the castle lands. Bravery echoes in the tower, Where friendships bloom, a timeless flower.

Slytherin, with cunning art, Ambition fuels each beating heart. In dungeons deep, the serpents slide, A clever dance where shadows hide.

Ravenclaw, where wisdom gleams, In towers high, where the eagle dreams. A library vast, with knowledge untold, On every page, a story unfolds.

Hufflepuff, with loyalty true, In golden fields, the badger's cue. Hard work and kindness, a gentle might, A haven where warmth ignites.

Quidditch matches in the sky, With brooms that soar oh so high. Snitches swift, and bludgers bold, Legends born, tales to be told.

Magic in every corridor, Whispers of spells, forevermore. From the Great Hall's feast to the Forbidden Forest's shade, In Hogwarts' embrace, memories are made.

Through enchanted doors and secret keys, A world of enchantment if one believes. So here's to Hogwarts, a beacon bright, A school of magic in the realm of night.

#magical poems #hogwarts #gryffindor #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #slytherin #potterverse #wizarding world #photoshop ai #because i can't paint #original post

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aukanemin · 2 years

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Divines AU

There is was my personal practice in character design, unfinished as my mental prosperity made some various recent culpits of wartimes and mundane events, through which such common-toned, such single-minded project thrived. It is a heartbreak for me - to not finish this one with the last two pieces as I feel that, at this point, this tones are burnt enough.

The thought here was to create an enraged and malicious design of the main LI's with delightful tones of dark fantasy and folk elements. At some point or another they started outstand each other in senses, through the general was to create an alternative currency of visional narrations, whether they represent any sort of the servants of the divine power of domes - or be an enigmatic epitomes of such.

Nadia there has the bright and sharp tone of native and chtonic goddess of primar feminity, and her personification is simplest, yet brightest and more harmonic in most of tones, as she was first. Tried to create sensual and dark personification of red-hot control of divine creature - with bloodied hands, sage-filled flesh and cold but serene and plassid expressions. Her design has clear foreshadowing of origins, both of the incandescent eye of her forehead and devilish tongue and goblets of blood in stained, still hands.

Ilya was second - with some achronic, divided from original design points of view and perception. He was an ill omen of dark ages, of Grozny century of seventeen, and was created as a gentle carrier of dark divines, as an helping hand of Blight and Pestilence. Julian here was equally loving and malicious, a face in heart more suitable to the urban horrors of victorian ages, with delectable shape of smog and leather, of tall and feathered figure of the Omen. From the point of Morana, goddess of dark ritual and ill amends, it goes into the tsar's ruffian - and after to the carrier of a dark age.

While Asra was the most detailed and passionate at several tones, he also was the most gentle and demure in such. They were created as the carrier of Desire, of a road with no end, of an ache and blight of both flesh and mind, a creature alike to a Djinn - of divine appetite,of arts and love, fullfilled and shaped and created as appetency incarnate. The details were to shape an primoridal, chtonic nature - of the Serpent of Paradises, bearer of vines and bloods, forbidden knowledges and omens, of a ancient nature that is nurturing and ravenous alike.

Lucio Morgasson here was created as an alternative, boundless and timeless version of his image itsef - achronic and deranged, morbid and voracious, he is most image of his mother than anytime else. He was designed as northern legend - or an apparation of forbidden past, heavy will of old nordic atrocity. This image is full of control, too - ravenous creature in pall of obstinacy, cold-headed rigority, a gall of flime and frost all in one. There was a decent detail of traditional image - blood-shoted, unseeing eye of pestilence, a sleeve that is turned into knot - sacrifice of a man to himself, but instead of divine wisdom of magic there is rust and tyranny of appetites.

#divine au #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #lucio morgasson #asra alnazar #the arcana game #dark fantasy #gothic #fan art #character redesign #mythology #folk #character sprite

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ruki--mukami · 2 years

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〔◌┆✎ 𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈.◦〕

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ◥

♟ 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮

↳ Ruki Mukami

↳ Ruki — Lapis lazuli; strength, courage, wisdom. Bearing inner truth, harmony, and self-awareness. A phenomenal rarity of the highest order.

↳ Mukami — “Godless.” Ironic in the stripping away of humanity and the welcoming of eternal sadism, flames immemorial, and a life of solitude and desolation.

♟ 𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓲

↳ 無神ルキ

♟ 𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓼

↳ The Serpent Who Tempts Eve, the “Brains” of the Mukami household.

♟ 𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

↳ Ryotei Academy student

♟ 𝓟𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓰𝓮

↳ Eighteen years old

♟ 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓰𝓮

↳ Unknown — Speculated to be born somewhere between 1975-1980, since Ruki’s birth family coincided with Nicolae Ceaușescu’s reign (1965-1989) and their fall occurred around the Romanian Revolution of 1989. The aristocracy still existed back then and this would align with his childhood years. However, it should be noted that it is currently unknown how long the Mukami brothers spent in Eden, which is in the demon realm where time passes differently from the human world.

♟ 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮

↳ April 24th

♟ 𝓗𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓮

↳ Taurus — Those of the Taurus zodiac maintain an air of intelligence, reliability, dedication, and continue to labor diligently and gracefully in their everyday lives. However, this poise often belies their stubbornness. They are straightforward and blunt, uncaring as to who could take offense from their words. Furthermore, they are possessive of their belongings and can harbor an anger so ferociously engulfing that they will watch your world crumble without an ounce of regret. Nevertheless, people possessing the Taurus zodiac are knowledgeable about the world and swear unwavering fealty towards their loved ones.

♟ 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷𝓮

↳ Diamond — The earth’s hardest natural material, diamonds boast cutting edges unyielding to any sharp blade. Often symbolizing eternal love, cathartic powers, as well as a sense of clarity and balance, they live up to the quality of being unassailable. Stems from the Greek root adamas, meaning invincible and unbreakable. Throughout history, people believed diamonds could ward off illness, poison, poverty, and even death. Others asserted lightning from the heavens brought about the gemstone, while others proposed they were even the tears of God. In addition to symbolizing eternal union and matrimony, some thought carrying diamonds would promise unwavering strength, timeless beauty, and happiness beyond the trials and adversity of daily life.

♟ 𝓢𝓮𝔁

↳ Male

♟ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻

↳ Male

♟ 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓼

↳ He | Him | His

♟ 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂

↳ Heterosexual (canonically, though it is never specified if they limited themselves to female prey only).

↳ Pansexual (for the sake of OC interactions and scenarios as per request).

♟ 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂

↳ Romanian

♟ 𝓢𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓼

↳ Demon (formerly human)

♟ 𝓡𝓪𝓬𝓮

↳ Impure Vampire

♟ 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓣𝔂𝓹𝓮

↳ AB — People with AB type blood coursing through their veins always exercise caution when dealing with others. Exceptionally analytical, unparalleled rationality, and cold yet calming exteriors, individuals with AB blood are considered the most complex according to Japanese blood type personality theory. They are the rarest in the country and are often seen as dual-faced. At worst, they are aloof, critical, and unforgiving people, while at best, they are calm, collected, and logical.

♟ 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

↳ Kaminashi City, Japan

↳ Frequents libraries, bookstores, grocery stores during errands, Ryotei Academy for the Adam and Eve plan, and occasionally museums for leisure.

♟ 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

↳ Mukami estate, formerly Eden under Karlheinz’s guidance.

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ◥

♟ 𝓗𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

↳ 180 CM — 5'11"

♟𝓦𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

↳ 64 KG — 141 LBS

♟ 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼

↳ Alluringly deep, steel blue-hued ceruleans that range from a summer day’s sky to the tempestuous storms promising the most devastating of thunderstorms and outrageous of cyclones when enraged. Whether one sees the calm before the maelstrom or the aftermath of ruin depends on their behavior.

♟𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓻

↳ Charcoal black fading to ivory strands at the ends reminiscent of his fangs and the moon at perigee. Short, shaggy, slightly V-shaped bangs that are parted as to not obscure his refulgent eyes. The ends of it in the back barely reach his collar, or in other words, almost halfway down his nape.

♟𝓑𝓸𝓭𝔂

↳ Trapezoid — The shoulders and chest are broader than that of the narrow waist and hips, hence the name. Not to be confused with the inverted triangle, where the difference between shoulders and waist is much more drastic. Slim and slender, mostly muscular on the upper part with bulkier arms and a fuller inner body. One of the most common yet coveted body types for men.

♟𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓷

↳ Porcelain white and alabaster complexion, Ruki’s skin has very little melanin due to his undead qualities. Ashen from head to toe, the lack of blood circulation results in what appears to be Pallor mortis—the paling of the flesh after death.

↳ Scars – Two large engravings from when the wretched recreants branded him using a heated iron rod as a child still remain on his back after all those decades, serving as a reminder of his once human weakness and the rebirth of a Vampire who shall never again bend to the will of insufferable mortals.

♟ 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

↳ More slim and tight-fitted than that of a loose fit, Ruki prefers to wear clothes that cling to his body shape rather than obscure it. Sophisticated blazers year-round, yet opting for cozy and stylish turtlenecks during the harsh winter. Purely for aesthetic choice, as Vampires cannot trap body heat due to being undead. Although he rarely wears short-sleeved garments, once in a blue moon will he wear it during slumber. Monochromatic colors with accents of navy, burgundy, and argentine adorn his wardrobe, void of vivacity.

♟𝓟𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

↳ Three on his right ear, each indicating one of his brothers. A symbol of family and a reminder of those whom he must protect during their second life together. A hooped black earring between two studs of the same color, matching his overall dark and monochrome fashion taste.

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 ◥

♟ 𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓼

↳ While he’s not purely hedonistic per se, Ruki acts according to what will and will not benefit him. Typically what will benefit him, however, is feeding off of another until they have been sucked nearly dry, which explains why he often involves himself in the most macabre of encounters—to quench his thirst.

↳ Straightforward and candid, Ruki will not hesitate to voice his concerns and criticisms with another, with little to no consideration for their feelings or sentiments. Brutally blunt, the Vampire values truth and honesty above all, even if his approach is rude.

↳ Cold-hearted and sadistic, he thrives off the suffering of others, wasting no time in baring his fangs into the poor prey who he deems as “livestock” if it means he can rejuvenate himself using their delectable blood. The very sight of the sanguine fluid thrills him, urging him to take a dangerously copious amount of the life force, although he does indeed knows their limits and how to exercise caution.

↳ Stoic and strict, the Vampire maintains a visage of apathy and mental fortitude. His punishments are ruthless and unforgiving, although he disciplines out of a need to preserve order and behaved conduct in the Mukami manor, whether it is with his family or his prey.

↳ Smug and sarcastic, despite his seemingly dull and boring attitude, Ruki has a cutting wit to his words, occasionally joking in sarcastic ways to mock his prey and undermine their intellect compared to his own.

↳ Surprisingly stubborn, he does not change his ideals and judgments on certain matters easily whatsoever. Especially concerning his vampiric nature, the circumstances of his human life, and his benefactor.

↳ Yandere tendencies: should his lover betray him or go against his wishes, the Vampire resorts to confining his prey, inflicting permanent marks of ownership as if branding them, or even killing them with his own two hands. He has killed before and has no qualms with doing so again, as seen in his More, Blood brute ending wherein all six Sakamaki brothers were murdered by a mentally broken Ruki. Extremely possessive of his prey, Ruki constantly adorns their body with his bite marks to deter other Vampires and demons from taking what belongs to him. A cold and umbral dungeon awaits his disobedient prey if they decide to test his patience and incur his wrath.

♟Mʙᴛɪ: 𝓐 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓵𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓼

↳ INTJ — The Architect. The Mastermind. Introverted, intuitive, thinking, judging. An insightful tactician applying creativity and rationality in every facet of life. Often leads a private, yet complex conduct amidst a plethora of thoughts. Quick-witted, excelling at the top of their craft, with keen eyes for seeing through facades of hypocrisy and insincerity. Their minds never sleep. Both a stoic and a cynic, they question everything around them, from how the world works to why events and circumstances unfold the way they do. The strong yearning for knowledge, success, and transformation compels their every action. As well-informed as they are of current events and scholarly subjects, they also tend to be arrogant, emotionally distant, and critical of others. Nevertheless, they embark on the path to discover with eager steps, focusing on the future and the collective forest rather than the present day and the individual trees that constitute said forest.

↳ Enneagram 5w6: The Troubleshooter — They seek to be useful and reshape the world around them one improvement at a time. Objective and systematic in their endeavors, they tend to exclude bias, the self, and outside preferences away from the equation and methodology. They are known for their loyalty to certain conventions and authorities, however they may withdraw from others to cope with stress which can lead to loneliness and isolation. Eager to pick up new skills and beneficial pieces of knowledge, the troubleshooter fears being incapable or worthless. Those who identify with 5w6 regulate their emotions rather easily, although they lack the patience and empathy for those who cannot follow suit. In Ruki’s case, his hobbies manifest a pursuit of knowledge and honing of the mind while staying true to his benefactor’s wishes.

↳ SO/SX Instinctual Variant — While the very idea of friendship, even more so romantic relationships can be daunting to these personality types, the SO/SX type often look for their best friend or partner in each social setting they step foot in, seeking a one-on-one connection rather than large support groups. For Ruki, this shows in his lack of awkwardness in social interactions and his tendency to seek secluded areas with the person of interest, namely his prey. Far from being shy or socially inept with others, the Vampire denies the notion of companionship or empty confidants when he really desires a deep bond with another, much to his own chagrin. His pride and hubris will not allow him to easily admit such an epiphany.

↳ Enneagram Tritype 594 — Reclusive, discreet, concealing their innermost feelings with ease. They value authenticity and possess a vast imagination, spending most of their spare time theorizing or reminiscing on vivid memories. However, at times they can be a bit reckless. Nonetheless, they carry themselves with a bohemian charm. Usually pleasant and undisturbed on the outside, they hide complex inner worlds and reveries in which reality interweaves with fantasy, real with imaginary, the objective with the subjective. They are avoidant and tend to express their anger in a passive-aggressive manner.

↳ Socionics: ILI — Lost in thought, the mind of an ILI is an oasis of developed imagination and mental wanderings. Complex inner landscapes occupy their thoughts riddled with scrutiny and skepticism. Despite their introversion, they may appear extroverted due to having mastered the game of social interaction.

↳ Big Five: RCOEI — Avoidant, withdrawn, often pursuing intellectual gain. Unaffected by the suffering of others, more dominant than submissive. Almost impossible to get to know; a tough nut to crack. Driven by reason, motivated by the self rather than others, and possessing an unrivaled confidence.

↳ Attitudinal Psyche: VLEF — Most interested in gathering information that commits them to the path they have chosen, rarely straying away from their original goals and ambitions. Seeks control over their identity through inquiry and investigation. Characterized by confident volition, flexible logic, and insecure emotion.

↳ Temperament: Melancholy-Phlegmatic — The analyst. The need to do right and to figure out what is right to begin with is high. When melancholy and phlegmatic types are combined, it produces a detail-oriented individual who is analytical and meticulously plans their everyday life. Their functionality requires time to themselves to formulate a plan of operation.

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 ◥

♟ 𝓐𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓼

↳ As a young, human boy in an esteemed noble family, Ruki lived a luxurious life with many servants, maids, and butlers to heed his every beck and call. Both his father and mother treated him with kindness and spoiled him rotten with lavish gifts, including but not limited to a collection of books and fables, and the dark web-like choker he wears even in present time.

↳ However, after the devil Trismegistus gained political traction in the Parliament and stole the thunder from his birth father, he developed a habit of inebriating himself to the point of beating Ruki’s mother, who later resorted to secret rendezvous as a coping mechanism for the family that slowly fell apart. Unbeknownst to the young Ruki at the time, he mostly repressed these memories due to what is most likely childhood trauma from watching beloved parents turn against one another. His father would come home, hardly greeting his own family, and instead revel in alcohol.

↳ Oftentimes he’d unleash his frustrations upon the servants, which taught the human boy how punishing others, especially those of inferior status, was acceptable. It didn’t take long for Ruki to learn the ways of a whip and how it would cleave into flesh with such ease. With this deplorable tool of violence and torture, he would discipline the servants for the smallest of mishaps and blunders.

↳ Despite his mother’s originally kind gestures and doting personality, she began venturing outside more often much to the young boy’s disappointment. Little did he know, a new romance budded away from the aristocratic family, which finally revealed itself the moment Trismegistus seized victory in the capital once and for all. Falling from glory and prestige, Ruki’s father became bankrupt and later hung himself using his own son’s whip in sheer traumatizing irony, much to the boy’s shock and bewilderment.

↳ By then, the only remnant of his mother was a letter she left behind for him, undoubtedly in her handwriting. It stated she loved Ruki, however, the servants who ransacked the estate claimed she escaped to pursue new beginnings with another man. The young boy soon got a taste of his own medicine for how he mistreated the servants. Left with nothing, the manor eventually crumbled into miserable ruin as the boy waited and waited for a mother who would never return for him.

↳ Eventually, Ruki had no choice but to turn to the streets of his homeland. Destitute, parentless, and starved, he encountered many other struggling children his age who sunk to the depravities he would rather forgo in favor of his freedom and dignity. That is, until a man working with the orphanage took him.

♟ 𝓞𝓻𝓹𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓼

↳ Deplorably enough, the orphanage was no better than the destitute streets. Other children bullied and hit Ruki for his aristocratic lineage alone. For the longest time he could turn to no one, until a young Azusa followed him around as he wanted to be the subject of the bullying instead. Thereafter, he met Kou and Yuma. The four of them only had each other to rely on, and together, they formulated a plan to escape Hell.

↳ Despite being an orphanage, the place was akin to purgatory due to the malnourished and neglected children, and even those who would be killed for their supposed insolence. Any children caught escaping were shot dead or tortured until they breathed their last.

↳ Due to the economic strife at the time, Romanian orphanages lacked heat and electricity altogether. Food remained scarce. Medicine and washing facilities were intermittent. Children suffered physical and sexual abuse, and in more severe cases, restrained without clothing for the entirety of the day. Nurses received little to no training and would instead torment the orphans rather than treat their illnesses.

↳ As the four boys diverted the attentions of the guards and escaped, unfortunately they were later hunted down and shot dead—all except Ruki, the mastermind behind this grand plan in the first place. Rather than the sweet release of death, they subjected him to human branding. Two painfully searing marks forever engraved into his back, bringing him to death’s door.

↳ That is, until Karlheinz intervened and promised a young Ruki eternal life and vengeance in doing so, to which he eagerly grasped the immortal’s hand. From there, he would no longer be human but instead live this second life as an impure Vampire.

♟ 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓾𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓥𝓪𝓶𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓮

↳ Karlheinz raised the four children in Eden, teaching them the basic necessities on vampirism until they reached adulthood. However, he immediately noticed Ruki’s potential as the eldest, designating him as the head and brains of the Mukami family. From there he would impart special knowledge to the young boy, most likely including information of the demon realm (Makai) that would later be useful.

↳ When the Sakamaki brothers clearly exhibited a lack of tact and deftness in handling the legendary Eve, Ruki proposed to his benefactor that he and his brothers should act as the “waves that carry the ship.” In other words, they would tempt Eve away from the six as a means of provoking one of them into becoming Adam, despite Ruki’s desire to become Adam himself if it meant repaying his debt to Karlheinz.

↳ Not only repaying his debt, but also proving his worth to the Vampire King in his own twisted way. Later on it was revealed impure bloods cannot become Adam, much to Ruki’s disappointment and dejection. Nevertheless, he never gave up on Eve and would monitor her regardless of the result as per Karlheinz’s ambitions.

↳ Throughout the games’ routes and drama CDs, Ruki constantly asserts that he and his brothers are different from the Sakamakis and are to be respected for their inhibitions and self-control, which is later revealed to be hypocrisy as all Vampires, regardless of whether they are turned or pureblooded, are sadistic.

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 ◥

♟ 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂

↳ Kou Mukami — As the second eldest, Ruki trusts Kou the most of his brothers despite the latter’s two-faced personality and tendency to teeter between outgoing and vibrant to eerily dreadful and manipulative. Although his idol work is not to his liking, he still chooses to support his brother come what may.

↳ Yuma Mukami — Down to earth and stalwart, the eldest values Yuma’s ability to be forthright and dedicate himself to his honest, arduous work in tending to the gardens and preserving the integrity of the family as a whole. Although Yuma is hot-headed and loses his temper easily, Ruki acts as a foil for him at times.

↳ Azusa Mukami — The youngest and the coveted “light” of the family, Ruki likens Azusa to the brother deserving of the most protection and care given his inclinations for self-harm. Nevertheless, he represents an ironic goodness and sense of morality of the four brothers that the eldest deems as highly significant.

♔ 𝓚𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓷𝔃

↳ Indeed, as both the renowned Vampire King and his precious benefactor, he commands a great deal of respect from Ruki, from the Adam and Eve project to sacrifices he deems as repayment for his generous deed that fateful day. It should be noted, however, that Ruki knows full well his benefactor did not save the four of them out of altruism and has a grasp on the new race Karlheinz seeks to create through this plan. Nevertheless, he has sworn fealty to his benefactor that can only be broken by a fully developed romance or a strongly forged familial bond.

♙ 𝓢𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼

↳ The Mukami brothers frequently clash with the rivaling Sakamaki brothers, despising the six for their aristocratic natures and inclination to take without repercussion. Ruki ridicules the six for different reasons, though that isn’t to say he is incapable of getting along with any of them. There are rare occasions in which they can set aside their differences to pursue a common goal, but most of the time, they will quarrel over prey regardless.

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 & 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 ◥

♟ 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼

♟ 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ◥

♟ 𝓒𝓸𝓶𝓫𝓪𝓽

↳ Vampiric Fangs — Sharp, pointed, and able to pierce through the most delicate of skin or the amplest adipose with ease, Ruki’s ungues are nothing to scoff at despite his impure nature. During a full moon, they most likely elongate to aid the Vampire in a more indulgent feeding than usual.

↳ Retractable Claws — Not canon and based purely on speculation and the history of vampiric beings from other media, these claws can slice through concrete with how honed and tapered they are. Although Ruki usually assumes the appearance of an ordinary human, his claws belie the power surging within, typically only unleashing his claws as a last resort or when the intent is to kill his prey.

↳ Rapid Teleportation — Although the scope of a Vampire’s teleportation is somewhat limited—anywhere within a radius of several meters—the teleportation is instant nonetheless. Faster than what mortal eyes can detect, they can teleport in any direction and past barriers (i.e., doors) unless there are magical obstacles in place preventing them from doing so.

↳ Accelerated Healing — A mere scratch against their skin, hot liquid being poured on them, or even stab (as long as it’s non-silver) can be healed within minutes.

↳ Supernatural Strength — It has been shown in Ruki’s More, Blood Heaven 3 scenario that he can punch hard enough to dent a solid wall, which implies impressive strength.

↳ Sophisticated Sight — Not only can they perfectly see in the dark, but also their scope of vision is increased compared to that of a human, from seeing farther distances to adjusting to unconventional settings such as underwater.

↳ Stellar Hearing — It is nearly impossible for a mere mortal to stealthily approach a Vampire when they can detect the subtlest of noises or the lowest of decibels from afar. Much like their sight, their hearing exceeds that of a human’s.

↳ Bat Familiars — Instantaneously, the impure Vampires can summon bat familiars to do their bidding much like purebloods, however, not only does it require more exertion, but also they cannot summon as many. Even so, Ruki has revealed numerous times they often rely on familiars for basic house chores.

↳ Knife Proficiency — Specific to Ruki, thanks to his culinary expertise, he knows how to handle knives in ways that even a dull blade can slice through a thick object.

♟ 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽

↳ Avid Reader — Given his long lifespan, Ruki has most likely read enough literature to fill a whole room at worst or a small library at best, ranging from timeless classics to modern ones pursued out of curiosity. He tends to prefer older literature that possess an air of sophistication that modern authors often lack.

↳ Blank Jigsaws — Much like the previous skill, he engages in blank jigsaws to hone his mind and keep himself entertained in his spare time. Ruki always looks for a better challenge, whether it’s a blank jigsaw with more pieces or a bigger one than the prior one he completed.

↳ Chess Proficiency — Although he prefers jigsaw puzzles compared to competitive mind games such as chess, his benefactor taught him all the strategies he knows. Therefore, Ruki can beat most people at the game, even if he has not challenged too many other worthy opponents to a battle of wit. Currently the only person he is unable to beat is Karlheinz himself and perhaps Sakamaki Reiji depending on some routes.

♟ 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵

↳ Culinary Expertise — Since he has cared for his brothers for as long as he can remember, over the years Ruki has mastered his cooking to such a degree that most people would deem his food on par, perhaps even exceeding, that of a Michelin star restaurant or the most gourmet dishes from around the world. The Sakamaki’s second eldest challenges him frequently to see whose cooking is better, as well as vice versa.

↳ Horseback Riding — Although he does not go horseback riding often, Ruki still commands mastery over the equestrian talent as seen in Dark Fate.

↳ Other Aristocratic Talents — It can be inferred the Ruki’s birth parents enrolled him in special education reserved for nobles in which he learned prestigious skills such as dance, violin, etiquette, etc. However, it should be noted his knowledge of music is revealed to be next to none in Vandead Carnival when speaking with Sakamaki Shuu. Music is, by no means, a passion of his.

♟ 𝓢𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓟𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

↳ Light: Simple house chores (i.e., physical labor, polishing silverware, sweeping the balcony, organizing his books), reading a piece of literature and counting how many times x word appears.

↳ Medium: Humiliation (i.e., licking spilled soup off him), verbal degradation, biting and bloodsucking.

↳ Severe: Repeated biting, sucking blood until his prey is on the verge of collapsing, whipping, water torture, incineration, confinement, drugging.

↳ Abysmal: Stabbing (usually with a knife or his claws), bloodsucking until the prey perishes, amputation/dismemberment.

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 ◥

♟ Ruki is right-handed. Right-handed individuals are known for being logical and skilled in speech.

♟ His favorite poet is Charles Baudelaire. Ironically enough, Les Fleurs Du Mal mentions Trismegistus.

♟ Every night before sleeping, he enjoys a good stretch to relax and soothe his mind.

♟ Curiously enough, his ideal date may involve visiting a library or museum then eating afterwards.

♟ His foot size is 27.5 CM.

♟ Aside from his mother tongue and the canon Japanese, he is proficient in English.

♟ Watching his lover nod off and eventually sleep is one of the traits he finds most endearing.

♟ The shoulder is his favorite body part to draw blood from.

♟ Of all his features, he deems his eyes to be the most stunning and attractive quality.

♟ For someone who embraces his vampirism, Kino states in Lost Eden that Ruki’s scent is the most human of his brothers.

꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚ ꒷꒦˚︶︶꒦꒷︶꒷꒦˚

🧩 If you read it this far, thank you so much. I took quite a bit of time writing all this, so I hope you enjoyed reading it. It's always a joy to write about Ruki for me and I found this a very fun little project to take on. It should be noted that some of it is canon, and some of it is my own headcanons for my portrayal of Ruki on this blog. 🧩

-;┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ•••◣ 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 (𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖: 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘) ◥

↳ Master — One of the most canon BDSM traits he constantly displays throughout the game: the master-livestock dynamic. A step above simple dominants, masters assume full responsibility over the other party in all facets of life, even outside the bedroom.

↳ Brat Tamer —Defiance, regardless of if the intention is to be playful, usually provokes Ruki into a harsher punishment than anticipated, which appeals to his sadism immensely. There’s nothing that brings him greater joy than to break in a disobedient livestock after the sexual torment he puts them through.

↳ Dominant —Taking full control in the bedroom, Ruki always prefers to discipline and educate his livestock through dominant acts that might break not only their body, but also their mind. For the Vampire, it’s mostly taking control away from his prey in the form of bondage, handcuffs, etc. as he takes them roughly and violently in earnest.

↳ Sadist —There will be lots of biting; he cannot go a session without biting his prey at least once during the deed. Seeing them writhe beneath him arouses him to a bloodthirsty degree. Ruki simply cannot help but indulge in his prey’s sweet, redolent blood.

↳ Rigger —From shibari, kinbaku, human chandeliers, binding of the legs, arms above head, etc., especially with the shackles of his torture dungeon, Ruki derives much pleasure from seeing his prey at his mercy. Not only bondage but also using spreader bars and other obedience furniture to his advantage.

↳ Owner — Ruki won’t hesitate to mark what belongs to him through bite marks, claw engravings, a collar he bought personalized for his prey, or simply verbal manipulation to make them say it with their own words accepting that he is their master and that they are nothing more than his property and possession.

↳ Degrader —Ranging from physical to psychological, Ruki enjoys forcing his prey to perform humiliating sexual acts against their volition at worst or to their reluctance at best, even going as far to urging them to thank him for being a benevolent master or apologize for their “insolence” if it’s an especially punishing session.

↳ Primal (Hunter) —When Ruki gets bloodthirsty and lost in the rapture of his prey’s life force, he may growl ferally in arousal, completely dropping the calm and composed demeanor he usually exhibits. Brutal thrusts quickly shift into the most animalistic pace imaginable within his vampiric physical capabilities.

↳ Experimentalist — While he canonically wouldn’t stray too far away from his comfort zone, I’m willing to give Ruki this trait to explore certain scenarios such as public sex in an attempt to fluster his livestock.

♟ 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓟𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

↳ Light: Spanking, asphyxiation, edging (also threats of abandonment), temperature play, bloody sex, suspension bondage, human furniture.

↳ Medium: Whipping, wax play, forced exhibitionism, mindbreak, pillory, sexual imprisonment/caging.

↳ Severe: Knife play, body writing (via fang or claw marks).

↳ Abysmal: Genital hanging, “all the way through,” eroticized amputation, electroshock, sexual enema, prolapse, killing sex.

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