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doggone-devil · 2 months

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How (Not) to Summon a Demon: Chapter 6

Oh, oh, oh! I'm so excited for you guys to read this chapter. I'm not saying anything cause ooooh the plot thickens. Would you all be surprised if I said I didn't actually have an actual plot laid out until I started writing this chapter? 👀 Woops! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!! Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader Warning: slight mentions of m/r/d/r but like not really? blood, there's mentions of blood

"Veronica?"

Your voice echoes in the darkness, no response.

"Alastor?"

Nothing.

There is nothing around you; just a void as you stand in the center. You have no idea the direction you face, if you're up or down, but you don't feel afraid. You just feel utterly alone.

"You shouldn't be here."

Now you feel fear, gripping your throat tight. You can't breathe.

"Death has no use for you…yet."

Scream. You have to scream. You need to escape. You need to wake up.

Wait…

Wake up?

"Wake up!"

You bolt up in your bed, panting heavily. Your skin is cold and wet, your limbs trapped as you kick them free of the blanket. You frantically search around, looking for anything recognizable before your eyes capture a face. You snap to it, needing it as your mind hurries to decipher who it is.

"Veronica," you choke out, voice broken and laced with tears you didn't know where spilling. Her eyes are wide and it's now that you feel her hands cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look at her.

"Girlie, what happened? You were screaming something awful just a second ago," she says, but her words feel foreign. Everything feels so foreign and distant like you're not here. You shake your head slowly.

"I -," you try to say something, to explain what was wrong but even you don't know. You try to remember what happened, but it's fading from your memory. Why were you screaming? Why were you scared? Your heart was pounding in your chest as if you had just ran a marathon. You raise a hand to rub at your sternum. "Where's Alastor?"

You hear Veronica huff. "Asleep, which is surprising considering how loud you were." Asleep. No, that was wrong. Your eyes search your bedroom, being drawn to a corner. You see a glimpse of red before it's gone.

"Right, I'm sorry," you apologize.

"No need. Just worried, is all," she says, bringing a hand to your back to rub soothing circles as she sits next to you. She had been knelt on the floor this whole time and you wonder how long it took to stir you awake. Everything felt fuzzy and the fear was still there, little remnants clinging to your skin. You felt sticky and gross now that you were aware of it.

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about?" Veronica asks softly.

"No." You gently shrug off her hand, moving to stand from your bed. "I-I'm ok, really. I think I'll take a shower, though."

"Good idea," she nods. "If you need me, though, you know where to find me." She gives you a reassuring smile and leaves. When your door is shut, you sigh.

"I know you're there. You can come out," you speak to the shadows in your room. Nothing happens for a second and you wonder if you were wrong, but then in the corner where you saw it, the shadows ripple.

Alastor steps out but the shadows stay on him, like a cloak. All you can see are his eyes, red orbs glowing from the depths. You turn fully to face him, arms wrapping around yourself. He doesn't move, but watches you closely. It should be unnerving but you're finding comfort in it. "Thought you were asleep," you try to say with a smile, but it barely shows. Alastor chuckles.

"As far as she knows, I am."

"This," you bite your lip, a bit embarrassed to ask but you need to know, "this wasn't your doing, was it?" Now the shadows move away from him and Alastor steps forward. Through his smile, you swear you see him frown.

"My dear, if I were the cause of that nightmare, you would not be awake right now," he states, bringing terrifying thoughts to mind. If it wasn't him, then it must've been… You hear a whimper and jump slightly before realizing it was your own. Alastor moves before you can see him and now he's in front of you, long arms wrapped around you to bring you closer. Your head hits his chest softly, warmth surrounding you. It's strange, not normal. A demon shouldn't be comforting you right now. A demon should be scaring you, attacking you, devouring your soul. A demon should not be…

"Shh, everything is alright now, darling. Just breathe," Alastor whispers, his voice so calm as sobs tear through your body. You don't know how or why, but you're crying and hard against Alastor as he holds you. You can feel it, though, years of built of emotions pouring from you. It's enough to make your knees weak, your body wanting to fall but Alastor holds you tight. You cling to him, your small hands creasing his coat.

Small. You felt so small against him, his large frame towering yours. He would be a wonderful protector, you think, guarding you from whatever horrors tried to come near you.

No.

He could save you from anything, you think, body relaxing against him. You shift your hands from his coat to his back, holding tightly. You could stay like this forever, in his protective embrace.

NO.

No. You can't. You shouldn't. Your human and he's a demon. This is wrong.

You start to pull back and Alastor relents, letting you go. You wipe the tears that start to dry on your cheeks, the reminder of your clammy skin getting to you. You really need that shower now.

"Sorry," you mumble to him, not wanting to meet his gaze as you walk over to your closet, pulling out spare pair of pajamas. You manage a glance his way as you stand at the door for a moment, wanting to say something else. You want to thank him but don't, shutting your door as you head to the bathroom.

You're grateful he has the decency not to follow you, but you find yourself locking the bathroom door anyways. It gave you a sense of security as you strip, dropping the damp clothes to the side. You sigh as you turn on the water, letting it warm up.

The nightmare, or the fear you felt when you woke, slowly comes back. You shiver and blame the cold air around your naked form, sticking your hand under the faucet. Stupid, you think to yourself. You haven't had a nightmare like that in years and, what's worse, you had clung to Alastor like he was a lifeline. A demon, you remind yourself. He's a demon, for God's sake, why weren't you more afraid?

You should be afraid.

Yeah. You should.

He is evil.

Yeah, he's…no. You rub at your face, confusion setting in. There's a fog in your mind, disorienting you.

He is evil.

Alastor comforted you, when he didn't have to. He was there, had been there the whole time, you realize. He was in the shadows, watching over you and when Veronica woke you up, he was there. He had held you, helped you calm down, let you cry into his chest. That wasn't evil.

Anger formed suddenly in your chest.

Demons are evil.

Demons were evil, you thought. Movies and books you've read reminded you of that. Hell, even the Bible states it as fact. They were evil creatures hellbent on destroying creation itself, to taint and disease the world. To tarnish the light and bring about sin and darkness. You couldn't trust such a creature.

Yet, Alastor… What was Alastor then?

Demon. Filth. Evil.

"No," you say out loud, shaking your head and forcing the thoughts away. Why were you thinking this way? God, maybe that nightmare got to you more than you thought.

Stretching your body, you checked the water again. Satisfied with the temperature, you step in and let the water wash away the stress in your muscles. You let out a heavy breath, humming as the heat relaxed you further. The beads rolling down your back to the tub below felt therapeutic as you enjoyed the shower, the nightmare washing down the drain.

By the time you finished your shower, it was four in the morning. You weren't going back to sleep any time soon so you decide to head to the kitchen. Your favorite mug is brought out as you turn on the coffee maker. Caffeine was calling you and you'd be a fool not to answer. As the hot liquid filled your core, you hum delighted and head towards the living room. Your caught off guard to see Alastor sitting there, greeting you.

"Um, hi," you say, awkwardness creeping in. Oh god, you had forgotten what transpired earlier, hoping he would've been in his room when you came out. Now you're having to face him. Better get it over with. "Thank you, by the way. F-For that." You gulp, nervously playing with your mug, fingers tracing the design etched into its side.

"No thanks needed, my dear," Alastor replied. His voice was lower than usual, no doubt being quiet with Veronica still asleep. You note to do the same.

"Still, that was," you trail off, sitting down beside him.

"Embarrassing? Uncomfortable? Awkward?" Alastor's smile never changed as he threw the words at you. You squint at him.

"Yes, ok? I'm not used to doing that in front of others," you mumble, leaning back into the couch, bringing your legs up. You grip your mug tightly, taking a sip.

"Doing what?"

Your squint turns into a glare. "You know."

"Afraid not, my dear." That smile is now a grin, you're sure of it. Is he doing this on purpose? You groan in frustration, voice coming out louder than intended.

"Crying, alright? I'm not used to crying like that in front of people. Makes me feel -"

"Weak?" Alastor interrupts you. You slowly nod, hating the way your eyes prick with tears. You won't cry again. You won't. "Everyone is weak sometimes." That was unexpected. You look up at him, watching his features soften just a bit. His arm comes to drape over the back of the couch and you remember the warmth you felt from them. Your cheeks grow hot.

"You don't seem weak," you say, focusing back in on your mug. Alastor chuckles and you swear you can feel it vibrate through you.

"Strengths and weaknesses are the main elements of our characters." Your eyes are drawn back to him as he continues, "While it's dumb to think you are fault free, it's also harmful to see yourself worthless."

"Alastor," you find yourself lost for words. "That was…beautiful." His smile tightens, strained even. He looks away, clearing his throat. His arm disappears from behind you and you feel cold again.

"Well, my dear. I suggest you try and get some rest. A tired mind can't think of a wish now, can it?" You frown.

"Right," you say, jaw tight. You stand from the couch, barking a good night to Alastor as you head into your bedroom. You fall to your bed, mug placed on your nightstand, the contents now cold and bitter. Just like how you felt. You're an idiot.

Such a stupid, stupid idiot…and so was your heart.

Alastor watched you leave to your room, your door slamming shut quite loudly. He's surprised your roommate doesn't poke out, curious to the noise. Your angry now and he's lost as to why. Mortals were complexing, their emotions running rampant it seems. One minute, you were laughing or smiling, the next you were crying and, now, you were mad. At him? He couldn't figure out why.

If anything, he thought he had calmed you down, brought you back to a sense of stability. He only did so because your tears were annoying him. Why did mortals cry so much? It never bothered him before, when he used to be alive. In fact, he never even cried once, save for when his mother passed. When his victims used to cry, beg for their lives, he found thrill in it. It made his body quiver with passion when those tears mixed with the blood that spilled from them. Yet when he saw your tears, those round eyes of yours filled with pain and fear, he couldn't even bear the smile stretching his lips. He wanted to kill whatever thing made you produce such a face.

That bothered him, greatly. He shouldn't be so affected by a mortal, by you. You were a deal, a contract. He just wanted your soul, nothing more.

Glancing towards your bedroom door, Alastor shifted into the shadows. There was no hesitation, no thought behind it as he appeared in the corner of your room. To his luck, you were fast asleep, on top of your covers. Even in sleep, you were mad, your brows bunched together with your lips pursed down. How amusing.

He steps closer, watching you closely. He took note of you, the way your hair fanned out behind you, spilling over the pillows. Your hands were near your face, fingers twitching slightly. You had one leg stretched out while the other was bent, knee tucked up, forcing you to lay half way on your stomach. You were twisted in such a way that he doubt was comfortable, but you didn't seem to mind. How curious.

When his knees bumped the bed, you stirred only slightly, breaking him from his trance. He let out breath he didn’t know he held as you relax, still asleep. His smile begins to hurt his cheeks. Who were you, to cause such unwanted responses in him? He should leave, let you rest, but he's stuck, unable to move. He should focus on the task at hand, get you to make your wish, but his eyes never leave your face. He should…he should…

He sits down gently onto your bed, next to you, a hand coming to move a strand of hair that found its way onto your cheek.

He should end this quickly, he thinks. There are things in hell waiting for him, things far more important than one human soul is worth.

An annoying sound pierces the air, bright light casting away the darkness that was around him. He retreats to the shadows, leaving you room as you reach for your phone on your nightstand.

He doesn't see the way your eyes widen as you read the notification.

'Time's up.'

AN: and whew, there you have it! I was nervous writing this one. Like I said, the plot kind of finally came to me so I apologize, but things are picking up now!

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*Edit, quote: “Strengths and weaknesses are the main elements of our characters. While it's dumb to think you are fault free, it's also harmful to see yourself worthless.” ― Asmaa Dokmak

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seneon · 2 months

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月光 ݁ ˖ MOONLIGHT ── CHAPTER TWO. BROKEN BLADES THAT CANNOT CUT THROUGH MOUNTAIN MIST AND FOGS.

CONTENTS. swordplay, a little bit of insulting and teasing, and sparring under the moonlight. wc of nine hundred.

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆, two swings, three swings. later on a hundreds of other swings that mean nothing if the blade you held is broken. the blade that you used to fought in the war, cutting down the souls of hundreds of innocent soldiers that were probably promised to get riches and wanders if they came back alive and conquering.

however, those promises do not matter now, for they are as broken as the tip and edges of your sword which was given to you by one of the lieutenants before you succeeded and became the next division lieutenant.

all the hardwork and effort into putting the sword to good use has crumbled somewhere along the war. the lieutenant would be sad, or disappointed, perhaps even angry— if he ever finds out what the sword he has given his successor has done to hundreds of innocent souls.

you continued swinging, even if the broken blade is stained by the only memories left by the soldiers of the battlefield. sweat raced down your forehead to your neck. your breath is heavy, arms already so sore from swinging it the same amount of times where you backed out during the war in terms of cutting through and also the same amount where you did cut through.

the honey-like void eyes watched as you kept swinging your sword, aware at the fact that your blade might crumble at any moment, at any more swing that could just stop you from swinging and swinging so much. rayne is intrigued by how you could swing for such a long time despite your wounds still being sore and in the process of healing from rayne's herbs and medicines.

"any more swings and your sword won't even cut through the mist of this mountain, let alone allow the fog to run through your blades," the mountain god commented, walking out with his arms held out. "i want to test your skills. spar with me, y/n."

sometimes you forget that he is a divine being, and that he has magical powers. he controls and rules over a whole mountain, hence the elemental ability to control wind, fire, earth, wood, water. but before he harboured the five elements of nature, rayne is also a swordsman whom is good with the sharpest swords ever forged.

rayne summoned a sword out from thin air, handing it to you before taking out a similar sword for the spar. "hand me your deceased sword. i will fix it and bring it back to life for you." you did as he told and took a few swings at your new temporary sword. "i didn't know you have magical abilities to summon swords. is there somewhere you keep weapons?"

"it is my ability. i am not only a mountain god, but also the god of blades. every single sword in existence are my creation."

you definitely had no idea he held such a huge responsibility as both mountain god and the inventor of swords. imagine how busy he must've been with two huge responsibilities. just how could an individual do both at once? rayne must be incredibly talented and hardworking to achieve the highest for both titles.

"let's spar, shall we?"

"yeah alright."

the both of you clashed your swords against each other for a few good minutes, steel hitting against each other and echoing throughout the night. although your arms hurt a lot, exchanging blows with rayne gave you serotonin to keep continuing. the sudden electricity that run from your blade up to your hilt then to your fingers and finally the electricity spreads throughout your entire body made you feel fired up.

right here in this mountain, you are sparring with a god who knows everything about swordsmanship. from the designs on the hilt to the hardest technique to inflict a conflict. rayne ames knows everything.

you didn't see him as a mere god that looks after a mountain. you saw him as a person who has more than what it takes to be trapped in a mountain where he has nobody but the elements of nature to keep him company. and now, you are here, serving as a new elemental nature that he has to look after.

everything of this mountain belongs to me, you remembered rayne saying and you yourself, with nothing left, no family or friends, not even a history or a story to tell the world. you gave yourself up to rayne, agreeing to be his so he could give you a safe space and you would serve him for life. even if you are to die and reincarnate, you would still serve the mountain god.

for the first time in a few centuries, rayne ames found it pleasing in those few minutes to spar against a human after such a long time of secluded solitary. he could feel something sparking in him everytime single time he hears the blades singing against each clash. there was a flash of determination in your eyes everytime he gazes into them too.

what could those flashes in your eyes mean?

rayne ames grew a little more curious every single time he exchanges blows with a warrior who has seen hell in person. his solitary was also plucked away very slowly but your filling presence in this mountain. rayne does not feel lonely anymore.

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kaitlyn-pink · 5 months

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I still can’t sleep from the story 💀

Listen I’m rambling a lot of thoughts but

(Spoilers floor 13)

1 I WANTED MORE EVIL CASTOR!! Or possessed.. Pollux?? W/e but, I WANTED HIM TO LIKE DRAG US AWAY, he was kinda 😍

THE WAY HE SAID

IM SORRY BUT. 😳

We could’ve seen more of him honestly, OR maybe even the cliche of getting yoinked by Void sorcerers and castor to know more about the void sorcerers instead of them just being monsters 💀

2 I Wanted more of the characters and side characters like Rigel and Albali, BECAUSE HONESTLY??? They were introduced and never expanded on. Also more evil Arcturus because DAAAAYUUUUUM 😳 (I don’t have a thing for evil hot guys I sweaaar 😊) Or even just Sirius going fully evil. I mean.. even Schedar or Thuban getting a parental bond with Summoner and instead of making them.. YOU KNOW.. LEAVE… helping them adapt to polaris’ abilities and magic. I hate the whole Polaris thing though where they keep getting compared to them and not letting mc be mc (ahem ahem whb and kind of obey me)

3 I keep saying it but they were so fast with the story. They could’ve dragged it on in SO MANY WAYS, and I hate to say it but maybe even some filler. And they better not try to do the Obey Me thing where they make another game. They already rushed the story and threw a bunch of things out there that they could’ve spread out across multiple floors, even if it took longer. So going back and explaining it would be hard even if they DID rethink it and decide to go back to the game.

ALSO ABOUT THE COMMUNITY

the game community is small but honestly it keeps it close together and everyone here is so unproblematic and nice 😭😭

I don’t think there will be another game like arcana twilight that will drag me in this much, and I’m hesitant to go jump to another otome game. If the game does officially end and get abandoned for good, the people in the fandom will eventually leave, and it makes me sad because the game had so much potential and they skipped over so much.

I just wanted more romance and tension, maybe even angst and drama. Kinda hoping the summoner would get possessed or go crazy/evil but NOOOOO 😒

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight floor 13

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todoabi · 3 months

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Mar and Jake- 3rd Chapter

It's finally done! I took my sweet sweet time with this chapter but here it is, I hope you like it!

1st chapter 2nd chapter 3rd chapter (you're here) 4th chapter (coming soon)

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“Hello?” Mar stood in complete darkness. She could feel her eyes move around but the view remained pitch-black.

This is a weird dream, she thought. If she remembers correctly, you never dream of nothing, It’s just the absence of dreams. But she could definitely feel her own body existing in this nothingness. She was completely lucid, too. So, this isn’t a normal dream at all.

“I have summoned you here at last.” A voice said. Mar tried to pinpoint the source of it, turning around in place as she searched for anything she could identify in the darkness- to no avail. The voice came from all directions while nothing changed in Mar’s view.

“wha-“

“Let me make this easier for you.” Then, a tiny flame appeared in front of her. In the pitch-black , she couldn’t tell if it was small or just far away. The flame grew, slowly, to the form of a human silhouette. In fact, it resembled her own body.

Mar took a step forward and extended her hand to try to touch it. For some reason, she wasn’t afraid of it. It actually felt warm and welcoming. But when her fingers came in contact with it, her whole palm burst into flames. Mar screamed and waved her hand around to try to put it out. In a moment that felt like a long while, she managed to place her hand in her shirt and block the oxygen.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to cause you any harm. But even I cannot control these flames.

Mar felt her hand still hurting, but she looked up at the fire burning in front of her, white eyes staring back at her. Before she could react, it continued talking as if reading her mind’s questions.

“I am you, although it would be more accurate to say that you are me.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“You could say that I am the deity of flame and destruction- and you are my vessel.”

The flames burned brightly, almost burning Mar’s eyes, but it reflected on her body alone, and didn’t even make a shadow on the ground- there was nothing else in this void.

“Still nothing?” The flames asked, and Mar thought she heard it sigh, but it could have just been the crackling on the fire. “Never mind then, I assume my name has faded from human memory. So in short, I am the incarnation of the force of nature that destroys, decays and erodes all that exist. I have been subdued for millennials, only capable of executing my duty minimally. But with you, now slowly gaining more of the connection to me, I will soon be able to return the universe to its former balance. Only now have I been able to contact you. With our connection strengthening, you’ll gain more and more access to my power and through you I will rise again.”

Mar was speechless. Trying to process all this information was nearly impossible but she finally asked, “You shrank me?”

Well, I do not know yet what happened to you when I unlocked our connection but-“

“Turn me back.” She said, anger rising in her heart. But the spirit remained unfazed.

“As I said, you are slowly gaining more of my essence, and with that- my power. You could soon do so much, as the gift I am giving you in return to your gift to me.”

“Give me back my normal body! I don’t want to ‘serve’ you, and I don’t want your stupid powers! I want my life back. I don’t wa- I can’t be someone that has to depend on everybody else! I don’t-“

“Hush now, child.” The voice said, almost sounding angry as it echoed on invisible walls. “You humans are unpredictable. But it is of no matter to me. We shall speak again once you have collected your emotions.” And with that, it flicked its fiery fingers, and everything turned black once more.

Mar shot up as she awoke, in a panic. Her heart racing and cold sweat on her temples, she tried to take a deep breath. Somehow, her anger got the better of her, as if her emotions were heightened. That never happened to her before- she was never the type to lash out at others. Is it because of the severity of the situation or… something else?

But she came out of this dream with more questions than answers. Is it real? Was any of it real? She had to try and find out more about it.

Looking around her, she realized nothing had changed. Her room looked the same as it always did, as if the apocalypse wasn’t about to rain down upon them all. That’s the feeling that Mar had in her chest ever since the fiery demon showed itself before her, anyway. Merely looking at it caused her to have a panic attack.

Mar tried to calm herself down. Her breath was taken away from her, and she found it hard to inhale. She coughed and finally took a deep breath. Her head was spinning. After a few deep breaths, her vision came back to her, and she realized she hadn’t changed back. She was still tiny, lying on her giant pillow, on her giant bed in her giant room. Well now it really was hard to calm down when everything around her was huge.

Just then the door shot open and jake peeked in. He saw her sitting up and smiled.

“Good morning, Mar, how are y-“ and just then, as he got closer, he saw her paralyzed state- her face as white as a ghost, her tiny body trembling. “What’s wrong?”

She looked at him with a terribly forced smiled (she wasn’t fooling anyone) and said: “ Yeah, I’m fine don’t worry.”

“ I’m not buying it, Mar, you look terrible.” And before she could react, he scooped her up and held her close.

“H-hey, what are you doing?!” She screamed, feeling her heart fall to her stomach as he pulled her up, as fast as a falling elevator, but he didn’t answer. He held her so close to his chest she could feel the vibrations of his beating heart and his hands encasing her completely. Surprisingly, her heartbeat was beginning to subside, and after the shock of getting picked up she felt herself calm down a little. His warmth, the faint little sunrays that escaped through his fingers, both made it a pleasant, non-claustrophobic environment. Mar found herself falling asleep a bit as he held her for a while.

“Feeling any better?” He asked as he pulled her away and held her up to his face.

“Mhmm…” She could only mumble as he woke her up again. She wished this could last forever, but she didn’t dare say it.

“Okay, now tell me what happened.”

And so, she did. She could still remember the dream clear as day. How a fire shaped like herself claimed she was its “vessel” and that her body was adjusting to hold its power. She told Jake how uncharacteristically hot-headed she was back there, the rage that filled her was more than how she actually felt. While telling him all this, Mar started to slowly really understand what she had just experienced. The deity of destruction itself, or so it claimed, at least, had for some reason chosen her to host it, just so it could return to reign its desire to destroy upon the universe.

“This… is a lot…” Jake summarized, laughing nervously. That’s exactly what Mar thought. “Are you sure it wasn’t just a dream?”

“Pretty damn sure, yeah… it was way too vivid. Too real,” She replied. “I haven’t fully processed it yet, either.”

“…Let’s go have some breakfast… Good thing it’s the weekend, ey?” Jake said, after a moment of silence. He was quick to change the subject.

“Is it? Oh, thank God, I was sure I had to somehow convince my boss I can’t come into work today, heh.” Mar replied, relieved she could forget about that problem for now.

As Jake walked them back into the kitchen, Mar remained thoughtfully silent, taking in the dream she had that night. She was so focused on her thoughts that she only came back to her senses after Jake placed a small plate of scrambled eggs in front of her, on the table. She looked up and saw him eating his own portion of breakfast as he watched the reflection of the clouds on the window. Mar then looked back down at her plate, which was as big as a table to her. There were no utensils she could use in site. So, then she realized she could only eat with her hands. She didn’t like the idea, but her stomach growled in protest.

Mar looked up at Jake, making sure he wasn’t watching, and reached her hand to take a handful. She saw his eyes twitch in her direction, but after she retreated, he looked away again. She felt embarrassed. She never really had a problem eating in front of other people, and yesterday she was too distraught to realize how ridiculous she felt, eating scrambled eggs with her tiny hands, some pieces looking bigger than her own head. She knew Jake was dying to watch, too, but did respect her privacy enough to look away.

Her stomach growled after a night of emptiness, reminding her that regardless of the situation, hunger never goes away. So, she sucked up her pride and grabbed a handful.

Eating in silence, Jake wondered what Mar was thinking about. Surely her mind was plagued by thoughts about her dream. He couldn’t look at her to make sure she wasn’t too deep in thought, or else she’d be embarrassed again. But he had a feeling whatever she was thinking about, it wasn’t a pleasant thing. As small as she was, her life didn’t become any easier. Jake felt the urge to take her into his arms and protect her from the world, but ever since last night he was scared to touch her, or even get close. She looked so terrified of him then and now he can see why. With a swift movement of his hand, she loses all her freedom. He can theoretically do whatever he wants to her, and she wouldn’t be able to resist or fight him off. And let’s not forget how easily breakable she is now. One wrong move and he breaks her bones. Jake noticed his hands shaking so he tried holding them in place. He couldn’t live with himself if he ever made her scared of him, or if he ever hurt her. He shuddered at the idea of it.

“Jake? Are you okay?” Mar’s tiny voice caught his attention and brought his mind back to reality. “you’ve been staring at your plate for five minutes.”

“Y-yeah, never better…” he stuttered, shaking those horrible thoughts off. She didn’t seem convinced, though.

When they both finished eating in that awkward silence jake got up to wash the dishes. Mar looked out the window at the slow-moving white fluffy clouds. She wondered if she’d ever gain back the freedom to go outside by herself? Will she ever regain the ability to breathe the crisp outside air without needing someone else’s help?

“Hey Jake,” she forced herself to think of something else. She had to shout out to him for him to hear her.

“Yeah?” he asked back as he came back to the table.

“Can you get me my phone, please?”

“Sure, where is it?”

“On the coffee table in the living room.” Where she last left it before shrinking down to five inches tall, she finished the sentence in her mind.

Jake placed it in front of her shortly. Mar used her hands to unlock it, then pressed the phone icon. She couldn’t help but feel how weird it was. She probably never will get used to this.

“Who are you calling?” Jake asked as he sat down on a chair behind her and leaned his elbow on the table.

“My parents. If this is permanent, which I’m afraid it most likely is, I’d like for then to know… Maybe they can help.”

“Good point.” He replied.

“I’ll also have to call off work soon but… I don’t want to talk to my boss right now…” jake nodded in response. Mar took a deep breath before pressing her mother’s contact icon. She could already feel the tears coming. It rang for a few seconds before Mar hang it up.

“What? Why did you do that?” Jake asked her. Then he saw her face when she turned around to face him and realized why. She was bawling her eyes out. “O-oh…”

“I-I can’t do it!” She grabbed onto his finger and hugged it. Jake’s heart dropped. Dang, if only he could wave all her problems away.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay, Mar, they’re your parents. They’d want the best for you, wouldn’t they?”

Through tears and a filled-up nose she replied, “Y-yeah, but…. I’m… I’m scared to tell them… How do I even tell them?”

“I know, Mar, it’s reasonable to be scared. Look, what if you made a video call? Then they’d be able to see you and what happened to you without you having to explain it. What do you think?” After a few moments she nodded, and he used his thumb to try to wipe away the tears but ended up smearing her whole face. “Oh.. sorry… wait a sec.” He took the tissue box from the living room and gave her a piece. He thought he heard a laugh from her, but she was covering her face.

After taking a deep breath, Mar pressed the button and waited as it rang. Jake’s finger was still by her side, reminding her that he was there to support her. She held it, gripping it hard in anxious anticipation.

#g/t community #g/t #giant tiny #sfw g/t #size difference #gt community #g/t fluff #original characters #sfw gt #oc: mar #oc: jake #original story #mar and jake #mar and jake chapter three

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Could I request headcanons for

Yandere blood moon pyke with a male reader who is a singer.

Author's notes: These days were… somewhat complex for me, sorry if I left everything for a few days, I'm trying to come back <3.

Yandere! Bloodmoon! Pyke Headcanons x Male! Singer! Reader

Chances of your loved ones being killed

I mean, you would have a better chance of killing them-

Don't get me wrong, this demon is a great danger to the world itself. However, my dear anon, I don't see that he is interested in the death of those close to you.

Will he lead you to murder them? Possibly.

Now, would he kill them? Nah.

First impressions

You were a singer belonging to a cult that was basically the complete opposite of the Blood Moon in general. What do I mean by this?

The cult was not centered on the Blood Moon, but on a human being called “Angel of the Andes.”

That angel was no one but you, reader; The cult tried to show itself as a perfect being, from the finest fabrics to your skin or the best skin care were provided to you only for each appearance on stage; your voice honed with inhuman hours of training and a love in every word that could only be described as pure.

An angel on earth that was extracted from a remote town far from civilization, one called “The Andes”

Of course the whole story could have been a lie but oh well.

To give you an idea; an image that bordered on the divine due to excess perfection, all your appearances were so calculated and perfected that they bordered on the inhuman, the seams in each costume, the affection expressed in each lyric of all the songs; You were called “the angel on earth,” and rightly so, you were loved in many nations.

You were so superficially loved, so resoundingly acclaimed as a deity, so… horribly idealized, everything was so superficial that in your mind you were… empty. You felt like that shell that looks so perfect on the outside, but inside has so little happiness that it feels empty, tremendously empty.

And so, you tried to look for something to fill that void, and you found that in books. Soon, in your long travels across Runeterra, you found the darkest part in the books.

The Blood Moon summoning rituals were very new, and in fact it was incredibly difficult to get a copy of information about the demons or cultists attacking Runeterra. However, even with everything you had done, it took you a long time to get a copy, and even longer to hide it from your parents and friends.

So, Pyke met you when you summoned him.

It was a funny night, actually.

Fall in love

He was beyond confused, I mean, anyone would be if a singer who is revered as perfect out of nowhere SUMMONS A DEMON.

He asked you what you wanted, and when your response was a measly “I was curious” he was three times as confused, I mean, anyone would be-

You insisted that you were interested in talking to him; You didn't want to make sacrifices or anything, you just needed a friend.

And in part, he felt that you were screwing him, mostly because he was obviously not used to talking to humans but his job was simply to take demons to their next bodies to occupy.

But just as he was about to leave, he noticed the great amount of sacrifices you had made; They were more than necessary.

“Will you summon me again?” he asked.

“As many times as necessary,” you responded.

And he snorted, angry.

And, as the days passed, you invoked him, again and again and again…

And when you invoked him, you only talked about everyday things, you showed that side of yourself that no one had seen.

This is not going to end well…

Beginning of Yanderism

They had a very strange friendship, and obviously it didn't take long until it became routine for him to see you, even going so far as to greet you on several of the occasions when you called on him.

But suddenly, you stopped doing it.

At first he thought you were looking for more sacrifices, and it was normal that he even felt relieved not to have a human calling him every damn week.

But, as the weeks went by, he became intrigued to know what was going on with you. And he decides to go by his will to see you.

He encounters a scenario… very strange.

Chained to a bed, a look of penury on your face… It was obvious that something had happened.

And it didn't take long for him to enter your room, ask, and see that your eyes were practically almost bursting into tears when you saw him.

He, out of curiosity, asked you what happened, why was there a chain? Or why were you so broken that your dark circles were noticeable? And why weren't you smiling anymore?

He got no response, as you just sobbed, the emotions that you had held so tightly to your soul had consumed you to the point that… you weren't the same person.

When he dared to ask what had happened, he only got the most obvious answer; His parents, and the rest of the cult found the book of invocations, and the sacrifices you had used.

You had sacrificed people, their people, you had used people's corpses, their corpses, and you used them as sacrifice, their sacrifices. What kind of monster had you become?

No, they could not allow the representative figure of so many people to be shown as corrupt, committing such heresies. And that's why they locked you up, separated you from the entire world, and tried not to let you out.

And believe me, a person who has had the privilege of interacting with someone like Pyke only means that… those who make him suffer will pay in blood.

And there you have it.

First murder or Yandere act

Eye by eye, tooth by tooth.

He murders those primarily responsible for your confinement, and it is worse if something on the level of physical abuse or worse, sexual level occurs.

Weeks passed until the service returned to normal; new people, new ideas, they even let you choose which places to go and sing!

You don't think there was anyone else involved, do you?

TRUE?

Relationship or kidnapping

The relationship between the two of you became beyond strange; Now you didn't invoke him, it was he who was chasing you. He would show up in your room at unexpected hours, temporarily abandon his “job,” and dedicate himself to making sure that no one, absolutely NO ONE dared to do anything else.

However, you weren't complaining; not because you knew he had done it for your good or your safety, or even if it was because you meant more than just a friend to him. It was because you were afraid of him, very afraid.

You were as touchy as possible, and even on stage, it took a lot of getting used to knowing he was there; observing, always attentive to any movement of yours.

Sooner or later, the bomb is going to explode.

Coexistence

It's horrendously terrifying for you.

Not only in the sense that you were terrified that he would react badly to any of your friends (which it should be noted happens on several occasions), and even if you try to explain it to him, he won't understand it; + He does not understand limits, and he is the focus of fights on this point of coexistence between the two.

Marriage and family

Not to either of them.

In the first because we are literally talking about a DEMON.

And in the second because he simply does not care what your family thinks of him.

In this case, would he adopt?

Nah, I don't think so.

More than the fact that he barely understands what a “friendship” relationship between humans is (and “friendship” take it with a pinch of salt)

Bad ending

Well here comes my favorite part

There comes a point when you can no longer resist what you think; They end up in a very strong fight; You screamed and even sobbed in the middle, you were very terrified and damaged by the “friendship” you had with him. It was painful to know that he had done so many horrendous things for a simple friendship.

Or at least, what you thought was a friendship.

Pyke ends up… walking away from you. You thought that was the end, and that he wasn't going to come back, and that everything was going to go back to “normal.” But, a couple of days later you realized that it was completely the opposite.

He returned to the “temple” that had your cult, but he had gone for a very specific reason;

A demon behind him, looking for a new body to invade, accompanied him.

And when he let the demon go to invade you, the terrifying demon ends up invading your body, corrupting your mind and forcing you to be like him, to be a part of him, to now be someone like him.

That night, the blood flowed, it disappeared as so many people died that your memories are blurred of those you murdered or those you decided to harm until they never came back to life again.

When you came to, you tried to kill Pyke, he had hurt you so much and ruined your life in such a horrendous way that it caused you to be changed forever. And you thought you could make him pay.

However, someone like him couldn't die, and he refused to fight you; He had fulfilled his purpose, and also, he had made sure that you were part of that purpose, so that you would live with him too.

Reasons to be a Yandere:

-Let's agree that he has no other purpose in life other than bringing demons into his body, so many things can happen if he is given something like a friendship.

-Demons have no scruples, they are quite sadistic and cruel, so they do not know that moral line of what is right or wrong.

Extra data

-Deep down, he likes to listen to you sing.

-After the bad ending, he resorts to following you everywhere; Not to make sure he's okay, but to take care of you. He knows how hard it is to be a demon for a newly arrived human!

-You are like his “weak point”, he cannot get angry or fight with you, you are his human, he cannot get angry with the only one who accepted him as a friendship.

-He probably spent DAYS researching which demon to bring to invade your body; either they were too stupid or too gross for you.

#poppa thoughs #yandere #obsessive love #poppa things #yandere male #yandere x you #yandere league of legends #league of legends #yandere headcanons #Pyke #Pyke lol #Yandere Pyke #Blood moon pyke #yandere blood moon #demon #Yandere demon #lol

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A Heartrender's Fire: ch. III

Tolya Yul-Bataar x Lantsov!ofc

Words: 5199 Warnings: canon-typical violence and language, volcra, poor descriptions of grisha powers, grisha powers following the show's logic and not the one in the books, me making up names and titles. also justice for kovu cause the guy straight up disappeared mid-episode. also i don't speak ravkan (russian?) so let's pretend i know what I'm doing A/N: this took way too long because i essentially had a surgery performed on me last month and I'm *still* recovering. anyways, this is way too fun to write so don't worry, i am continuing this story. we're getting some backstories here, too, which i think is pretty neat.

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III: Like calls to like

The day woke up cloudy, but the spirits at the Volkvolny were as bright as the Sun Summoner’s light. Sturmhond had been preparing the ship for the trip to the Fold all morning, giving concise directions to the crew. Only a small group would be coming with him and his clients up in the air, and his sister quickly pointed out that she wasn’t staying behind, no matter how much her brother wanted to keep her safe on the ship while he returned to their homeland.

“Anything happens on the Fold, you’ll need me,” she had argued, once again before Tamar and Tolya’s unimpressed faces.

“I have a Sun Summoner now. I think I’ll be fine.”

Ouch, Irina didn’t let the reaction show in her face. Tolya did feel her heart beat just a tad faster, though. Not that he was actively seeking her heartbeat out. He would often find himself listening unconsciously and could distinguish it from miles away. Not even metaphorically.

“It’s my country too, Nikolai. Anything happens on the Fold, you’ll need me,” she repeated.

Sturmhond looked at his sister. Few times she ever addressed him with his name, right in the open, and he realized that no matter how much he wanted to keep his little sister away from danger, she would always find her way to it, face first, full charge.

“Fine,” he sighed. “You’re buying kvas later, though.”

“Deal.”

He still scowled when he took her in, smiling her victorious smile as she high-fived the twins, the three of them chattering amongst themselves as the ship took them closer to the black void that had haunted and fascinated the second prince for so long. Irina was fully aware of the danger, and despite her best efforts, a chill went through her spine at the thought of her first passage through the darkness, afraid, and alone.

I have a Sun Summoner now. Sturmhond could lie to himself all he wanted, but his sister knew he was just as scared as her. Only now they had a living Saint with them, able to wield the power of two amplifiers and the hope of an entire nation.

The Volkvolny sailed through the waves seemingly faster than ever. Irina almost wished the ship would stop and trap them on the sea forever, anything but returning to the one place she had been miserable at. No matter how many dirty taverns, war camps, and smelly docks she stepped on, the image of the Grand Palace was enough to fix a permanent frown on her otherwise peaceful manner.

But she was a big girl now. Whatever was waiting for her on the other side should fear her, too. She was powerful, not as much as Alina, or as intelligent as Nikolai, but she still had royal blood in her veins, which coincidentally pumped enough fire to bring down the whole palace with just a flick of her hand. She felt the warmth on her cheeks at the thought, and with a small smile, she looked up, finding Tolya’s gaze.

The giant was looking at her with an all-knowing grin, which she quickly replicated. He noticed her fingers had been absentmindedly tracing her own amplifier, barely taking it out of her clothes. He had noticed that little quirk of hers after she got it, almost a month into joining them on the crew. A failed smuggling operation on the Fjerdan border ended with Sturmhond almost decapitated by a wolf, and Irina melting the snow around them as she protected him from the pack that was sure to attack. Tolya had known Irina’s heart marched to a different beat than her brother’s, but it was only after seeing the flames around her body that he fully knew what was different about her. He had eyed her closely after that, always finding something new about her to stare at, from the way her eyes seemed to come alive in the sun and radiate warmth in the night. Or how she was grounding herself as her fingers danced down the wolf’s fang as if she too needed a reminder of the fire she carried in her soul. There were many things about Irina Lantsov that could be admired, according to Tolya. Not that he would ever tell her.

Simultaneously, Alina was also stroking her wrists, feeling the amplifiers without looking up. Irina glanced at her, noticing the way her face lit up when Mal approached her again. For a second she longed for it, that love out in the open, despite the dire situation the young couple was in. Their conversation was soon cut short by her brother, perched nearby, waiting for his big entrance as he always did. His voice was loud, demanding, and powerful–everything he had been raised to be.

“Who says you’ll be on your own?” He raised his leg on a box and casually leaned up front. “I want a front-row seat to the light show, thank you very much. Plus, the King’s on the other side of the Fold, ergo, so is my payment.”

“We could definitely use your arsenal,” Mal reckoned.

“Maybe some kind of fortified carriage?” Alina thought.

“Carriage? Land travel is so boring. And that’ll take days!” Sturmhond walked away from them, giving Irina the silent indication she needed to brace herself for takeoff. “Come along! Prepare to decouple!”

Tolya and Tamar quickly jumped to the section, their faces glistening with anticipation.

“Kovu.” Sturmhond nodded at the Squaller behind Alina and Mal. He pulled the lever that engaged the sails. “Secondary mast released!” Kovu shifted the position of the sails so they stood horizontal to the ship, all of it under the astonished eyes of the Sun Summoner. “Engage secondary sail!”

And with another push upwards, the Hummingbird flew out of reach as the rest of the Volkvolny stayed on the water. Alina stumbled over to the wooden bench Irina had fallen asleep just a day prior and looked around in disbelief and fear as the air grew colder and purer the higher they flew in the sky. Tamar chuckled at the girl, enjoying the sight of the Sun Summoner scrambling to stay sitting. Even Irina grinned, feeling somewhat superior for a slight second.

Even the Sun Summoner feels fear.

She couldn’t help but comment. “It’s like watching a newborn discover the world.”

Tolya laughed, who had casually stood beside her, looking at the sea below them and enjoying the sight of the horizon. Irina felt a warmth in her cheeks that she was sure wasn’t because of the chill that settled around the Hummingbird. Instead of looking in Tolya’s direction, she faced her brother, who was also staring at Alina with amusement, only his eyes were kinder and curious, a sight Irina knew too well was only reserved for very few women out there.

Yet Mal was the only one who got her to open her eyes and walk with her to the edge. Mal was the only one she trusted to catch her if she fell. Irina wondered what that would feel like, should the moment come. Who would come to her rescue, not for who she was, but because they cared about her.

Kovu kept working the sails as they rapidly approached Ravkan soil, the sea blending with the land. Irina’s heart drummed in anticipation, looking back as they left the sea behind.

“How are you holding up?” Tolya suddenly spoke. He seemed nearer, their arms barely touching.

“Meh.”

He shook his head, his eyes shifting from the sky to the ground below them. “Why haven’t you told them about you being Grisha?” He lowered his voice. Irina looked around, sighing in relief once she saw her brother keeping his guests entertained. “It’s bound to happen, anyway.”

“And give away the big reveal? No way.” Irina scoffed, looking back at him for a second.

“Don’t be like your brother.” Tolya’s seriousness would’ve caught her off-guard, but she was used to his sudden tone changes.

“I’m not like my brother. In fact, I’m better.”

“Something Sturmhond would say.”

“Something Ainthe would say, too,”

“See?”

“Shut up,” she giggled. He smiled too, missing the sound of her laugh. After the prior day’s events, he wouldn’t admit he would miss her laugh if she was gone. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m so used to hiding amongst Ravkans… I can’t tell how they’ll react.”

“They’re good people.”

“How can you tell?”

“I happen to have a way with hearts.”

“You don’t say.”

“Captain! The Fold’s in sight!” Tamar called, effectively interrupting the banter between the two Grisha.

“Next stop, destiny.”

“For Saint’s sake, Sturmhond,” Irina groaned.

“What? I’m trying to add dramatic effect here.”

“We don’t need it.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Children.”

–·–

The Hummingbird entered the pit of darkness in complete silence. Thunder rumbled as the flying vessel tore through the barrier, and Irina took one last big gulp of fresh air before her body was completely surrounded by obscurity. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the black, and she released a silent breath, moving her head around as soon as she heard the first creature’s wail in the distance. Kovu kept the flying skiff afloat, his arms tiring but without complaint. Alina stood at the front, arms ready, while Irina gripped the ropes, looking wildly around.

The crew seemed to gather behind Alina, with narrowed eyes, trying to find some hope to hold on to.

“I hate this place,” Mal commented in a low voice.

They all knew they had to be very silent if they wanted to make it out alive.

“Eh, it’s just a bit of pitch black and bloodthirsty monsters,” Sturmhond joked. He ignored the unimpressed faces of his clients and faced his family. “What’s not to love?”

He gladly received in his open palm his firearm which Tamar had thrown at him, never losing his mischievous smirk.

“Seems like a good day to kill some Volcra,” Tamar growled, getting her own weapons ready as well.

Tolya sighed. “I’d much rather a hot bath and a book of sonnets.”

Tamar stared at him in disbelief. Tolya was looking at the darkness with a longing look, picturing himself in the warm water, and Irina had to glance another way just to stop those thoughts from wandering elsewhere. She rolled the sleeves of her red coat up, her hands tense and ready to summon. Should Alina fail, she would become the first line of infantry. Irina stood next to Kovu, guarding the Squaller at the back while the rest of the team remained at the front.

“All good?” she asked the man, noticing the faint line of sweat on his forehead.

“Could be better,” he replied.

Irina sighed. “It won’t take much longer, don’t worry.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

The girl couldn’t say anything else, for she too felt the tension rising with every passing second. She knew it hadn’t been that much time since they entered, but any time spent inside the Fold felt like an eternity.

Alina stood up near the edge, and the light show quickly began. With heavy breathing, the Sun Summoner created a light barrier that first extended around the Hummingbird, and then expanded into the black void. Irina stared around in amazement, a hole opening itself in front of them where the ancient mountains of Tsibeya stood at the horizon, welcoming them home once more. Light and heat overwhelmed Irina as beams of light danced on Alina’s arms.

The barrier only got bigger from then on, and just as they were about to exit on the other side of the hole Alina had opened, things spiraled down. Alina’s light flickered, her arms flailing wild as she tried to call on her power once again, but nothing responded.

“Alina!” Mal kept calling her, but whatever made her stop had also thrown her off on the deck, the protective barrier of light gone with her.

The Volcra didn’t take long. Their growling was near, angry and ferocious, as the last beams of light extinguished around them. The Fold swallowed them whole again, and Sturmhond didn’t waste any time.

“Kovu!” he yelled at the Squaller as he took some steps back. “Get us out!” he stood before his sister, guns ready.

Kovu quickly rearranged the sails, making the ship fly faster at his mercy. Irina’s relief was short-lived, for one of the haunting monsters was now perched right beside them, ready to launch itself at its first victim.

Sturmhond quickly fired his revolver at it, making it stand back. The twins stood at the rear of the ship, the five of them standing in a circle as they protected each other’s backs. With Alina still on the floor and Mal perched over her, they weren’t the primary victims of the giant creatures.

Another one tore the main overhead sail open and landed on the deck right in front of the twins, who quickly got to work to end the monster’s life. The skiff was tilting dangerously, having lost its main support to stay afloat, but Kovu was doing everything in his power to get them out of the Fold on the other side while keeping the Hummingbird in the air. Irina didn’t need to be a genius to know they would not last long.

Sturmhond helped Tolya with a shot to where the Volcra’s heart supposedly was, and the giant quickly cut its head off. Irina assessed the damage, noticing the big hole in the fabric right above her head. She saw Alina finally stand up, still looking out of it, and because Mal only had eyes for her, neither of them saw the monster that was coming at a rapid speed to them.

Alina barely had time to look up before Irina stood protectively over them, firing a big and scathing flare up towards it, almost bursting it into flames as it fell through the void, fire following the Volcra as it sunk deeper into the Fold.

Irina smiled at the sight, her fingers itching for more, standing tall and proud at her own display of power under the stunned faces of Alina and Mal.

“You’re Grisha?”

“No time to explain, Sol Koroleva,” Irina said.

The Hummingbird hit the exit of the Fold with a strong thud, nothing in comparison with their previous smooth entrance. The ship kept descending, gaining speed as it did so. One of the engines didn’t survive the attack, and the smoke was quickly turning into a well-spread fire at the front of the skiff. Irina was almost sent back flying, and would have crashed into the ship’s barrier if it hadn’t been for Tolya’s extended arm, catching her and bringing her closer to him, pinning her to the same rope he was holding on to for dear life as gravity pulled the crew down.

“Kovu, begin descent!” Sturmhond called, balancing on two feet, even though there wasn’t much Kovu could do. “Brace yourselves for landing!”

They were hurtling straight to the ground, and the Squaller could only do so much to prevent them from crashing completely. Everybody was trying to grasp at anything that could keep them up, bracing for the incoming impact. Irina felt helpless once again, but she didn’t have time to feel sorry for herself, because, with another jolt, the Hummingbird finally crashed, sending everybody down on the ground, impacting with the walls as the ship swept along the flat land and continued forward. Tolya kept a hand on the rope and another slithered around Irina’s waist, keeping her in front of her as the ship continued in motion through the meadow. Irina could only count the seconds until the movement stopped, closing her eyes in a silent prayer.

Fortunately for her, it wasn’t long before it did.

Everybody was grunting and breathing heavily. Irina felt the burn on her hand from groping the rope for dear life, but Tolya didn’t take his arm off her.

“Is everyone okay?” Sturmhond asked loudly, quickly getting up.

Irina felt Tolya’s arm tensing slightly before finally releasing her, going to check on his sister who was still panting but seemed otherwise fine.

“You good?” Sturmhond asked Irina, placing a hand on her back as he checked for any injuries on the younger girl.

She nodded. “Yeah. You?”

He nodded too. That was all confirmation they needed before they both jumped over the deck onto solid ground, assessing the damage.

“Another one gone.”

Irina frowned. “This one worked. It was the Volcra.”

“It’s always the Volcra.”

But none of them could even breathe in relief before a bugle blew nearby. A regiment of the First Army had so lovingly decided to welcome them back to their land, with raised firearms ready to shoot at them, and its Colonel walking up front in a menacing stance.

The twins didn’t even shudder at the sight.

“Well, looks like we’re about to enjoy a traditional Ravkan welcome,” Tolya joked.

Irina smiled, feeling the air charging with her brother’s boastful ego, about to make his big entrance. Maybe she was a bit like her brother. Not that she would ever admit that.

“You’ve crossed illegally onto Ravkan soil. Identify yourselves,” the Colonel called.

Sturmhond jumped down, standing in front of his crew with a straight back. He took off his bag, giving it to Tolya. “I’ll handle this.”

Irina stood back, repressing a smile.

“What are you doing?” Alina whispered at him but shut up at the look Irina sent her. She hid back slightly behind Mal, mainly because she was still the country’s number one fugitive.

“Identify yourselves at once or be shot.”

“Have I really changed so much, Raevsky?” Sturmhond, very slowly, started undoing his blue captain coat, leaving behind his fake persona and embracing his birthright before the Colonel’s own eyes. “I know it’s been a number of years, but people swear I remain boyishly handsome.”

He was wearing his First Army uniform underneath, and just as the green attire caught the Colonel’s eyes, he smiled.

“It can’t be.”

Tolya was being used as a coat hanger by that point, with Nikolai Lantsov standing proud and tall, with a devilish grin as he walked closer to the regiment.

“Yes, it is.”

“Moi tsarevich,” Raevsky mumbled before kneeling, the rest of the troop doing the same. “My prince. We’d all but given up hope.”

Nikolai chuckled as he shook the Colonel’s hand. Raevsky didn’t waste any time and turned around, facing his regiment and presenting the prince with a boisterous speech.

“I present Nikolai Lantsov, Major of the 22nd Regiment, Soldier of the King’s Army, Grand Duke of Udova, and Second Son to his Most Royal Majesty, King Pyotr the Third, Ruler of the Double Eagle Throne,” the Colonel called.

Irina mouthed the titles as Raevsky went on, and even the twins shared impressed looks at the many names their fearless captain bore.

“You’ve got to be joking,” Mal whispered, both him and Alina frowning.

“Saints.”

Nikolai continued. “And in your own words, as I recall, ‘the greenest and most useless grunt you ever had the misfortune of commanding.’”

“Now, that sounds like you,” Irina spoke out loud, only noticing her mistake when the Colonel’s eyes glanced at her, also opening wide as he kneeled once more.

“Moi tsarevicha.”

The regiment, once again, copied their Colonel, kneeling as she walked closer to her brother, already regretting the attention she was receiving, but knowing the longer she stood without saying a word about her identity, the harder it would get later.

“I, once again, present Irina Lantsov, Grand Duchess of Mydrov, and First Daughter to his Most Royal Majesty, King Pyotr the Third, Ruler of the Double Eagle Throne.”

Nikolai chuckled when he noticed his sister's discomfort. “Thought you could get away with it?”

She groaned before motioning the Colonel to stand up. He took a step forward and bent down to kiss her hand, while Irina forced a smile onto her face.

“At your service, Your Highness.”

“We wanted to return sooner, but not without her,” Nikolai looked back at Alina.

Irina grimaced, knowing what was coming.

“May I present my esteemed traveling companion, former cartographer and sometimes Saint, Alina Starkov!” he extended a hand towards her, yet looked back at Raevsky.

His sister shook her head, seeing how Alina was taking fast steps towards her brother. Despite her protectiveness over him, she knew he had it coming.

“Sol Koroleva. We heard you were dead,” Colonel Raevsky spoke with fear evident in his face, but his words died as soon as Alina yelled.

“You lying bastard!”

The punch to Nikolai’s face was met with utmost silence. The sound of betrayal was too loud to say anything else in return.

–·–

“That was fun,” Tamar said as they rode toward the Spinning Wheel.

“It was terrible,” Irina groaned, closing her eyes momentarily.

“You looked so cute there, like all stiff and stuff, and all the soldiers in awe like ‘Saints, the princess’,” Tamar kept going.

“I didn’t know where to look anymore! Everything was so awkward.”

Tolya joined. “Were they curtsying the right way?”

Irina groaned. Tamar laughed.

The twins loved teasing the princess about her royal status every time they were on Ravkan soil. And while Irina pretended she couldn’t stand their banter, she knew she wouldn’t last a day without it.

“How long do you think she’ll be mad at him for?” Tolya wondered.

The three of them looked back at where the Sun Summoner ignored the prince, looking at everything except the blond next to him. The three of them rode at the front, followed a few feet away by Nikolai and Alina, the rear of the party finished by a brooding Mal and a silent Kovu. Alina was still ignoring Nikolai, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t seem to get on her good side.

“No one can stay mad at Nikolai for long, but she seems stubborn enough to try,” Irina commented.

“You know what he’s planning, don’t you?” Tamar said as she looked ahead again, fixing her posture on her horse as she looked around, searching for anything dangerous that could find them on their route.

The princess nodded. “Yup.”

“And she’s not gonna like it.”

“Nope.”

Tamar groaned. “Did he tell you?”

Irina shrugged. “It wasn’t necessary. I always know what he’s thinking. I mean, when you grow up with him, it’s easy to read his mind. Heartrender or not,” she winked at her friend.

“It reminds me of this poem by a Kerch author, about the bond between brothers–” Tolya started, but his sister interrupted him.

“Is he dead?”

Tolya stopped. “Yes?”

Tamar shrugged. “Then I don’t care. I only vibe with the living.”

“In which case, last time on Novyi Zem there was this street artist who…”

The three of them continued with their playful chatter as their party rode on, leaving behind Raevsky’s regiment and the Fold. The Spinning Wheel was already in sight, and Irina felt a shiver set permanently in her bones as she gazed at the fortified mountain. She had spent years sneaking up there with her brother, perfecting her techniques, helping him build the place from the ground just to create something that would somehow resemble her ways. It had been her personal sanctuary once, and it was now full of Grisha displaced by General Kirigan’s torment and greed. Irina wasn’t truly the patriot that her older brother was, she too felt the tug in her heart at the thought of all the families that had suffered at the mercy of a pointless war, and the generations of both Grisha and Otkazat’sya that had been divided by the envy of the few. Her own life had been a constant lie because of it. And she was about to face it all over again, no matter how much she had convinced herself that she wouldn’t ever have to.

Those thoughts lasted long enough to reach the Spinning Wheel. Irina was still frowning as she got off her horse but forced a relaxed grin as soon as her brother appeared next to her.

“Welcome to the Spinning Wheel. My inventions workshop. It’s become something of a refuge for Grisha,” Nikolai spoke, introducing the place to Alina. He made sure to wink at his sister at the last bit of information, which the Sun Summoner clearly caught.

“Is that why you care so much? Because of her?” Alina asked the prince.

He simply shrugged, suddenly not caring about boosting his ego further. He looked at his sister, who was looking at him with a knowing smile.

“She’s my family above all. And as I already told you, you do what you have to do to protect the people you love.”

Irina shook her head, yet warmth spread across her chest. Nikolai finding out about her being able to summon fire had been an accident, much in the same way she found out. They were both playing outside the Grand Palace borders, sneaking around their older brother, their nanny, and the two guards who followed the small party into the outer world, as the princess liked to call it. The storm found them sitting on top of a tree, and suddenly, Vasily and the rest of their chaperones were running towards the palace again, leaving the two lesser children to fend for themselves. Nikolai was gripping Irina’s hand tightly as they made their way down and followed the path they had taken out of the woods when lightning struck a nearby tree and cut it in half. The trunk was about to crush them when the girl raised her hands in a terrified scream, and the next thing she knew, a huge chunk of ash was dissolving into thin air. Nikolai, wide-eyed and drenched, only took his sister’s hand once again and ran with her back to the palace. Without saying a word they sneaked past the guards at the entrance and escorted her to her quarters, helping her dry off. He sat her near her chimney, and with a silent nod, they both agreed no one ever would know about it. When she woke up the next day, Baghra was sitting by the window in her room, looking at the poor unfortunate royal soul with a sad expression on her pale, aging face.

–·–

“We’ve received accounts of First Army units found massacred, here, here, and here,” Nikolai pointed at the map. The improvised war room stood on one of the balconies overlooking the main entrance, and his most trusted advisors –namely, his sister, Alina, and Mal–, looked down as his fingers traced the old ink on the yellowing parchment.

“Too far from the border to be Shu incursions,” Mal commented.

“Or Fjerdan.” Alina kept her hands close to her, her hands almost itching to touch the intricate patterns on the paper, suddenly missing her simple life as a cartographer, before the entire world fell down on her shoulders.

“There’s good evidence that these units were holding Grisha captive. Some reports say soldiers were mutilated. Some… cut in half.”

Alina sighed. “It’s Kirigan, isn’t it.” But she didn’t even have to ask to know the answer.

“We haven’t been able to find his base camp–”

Mal shook his head in disbelief. “There’s no way he survived the Fold.”

“He survived it before,” Alina cut him off. “Besides, he’s the only one who can do the Cut. Baghra, yes, but this is him.”

Irina shuddered at the mention of her old teacher. The only Grisha who knew about her back at Os Alta. The only one who never treated her as a porcelain vase, but instead built her up to become strong and fierce in her abilities. With a frown, the princess realized she had missed the old hag. She could only pray the General had spared her.

“If he’s alive, it’s only a matter of time before word reaches him about your attempt in the Fold,” Nikolai voiced it carefully, but his statement stung Alina.

“‘Attempt,’” she repeated.

“No disrespect meant.”

“No, you’re right. That’s what it was. An attempt,” she still sounded defeated. “You three saw my light. It was… strong and angry and dangerously off-kilter. I can try to master what I have, but I’m afraid it won’t be enough.”

“We need to find the third amplifier,” Mal finished for her.

“The firebird,” Irina spoke, surprise laced in her tongue.

Nikolai stepped away from the table, turning around as if to follow his train of thought, his head orchestrating their next steps as they continued the meeting.

“The more we search for it, we are at the mercy of your protection in this country.”

Alina searched Irina’s eyes, desperate to get her point across. And Irina already knew what her brother was about to say.

“Well, until then, a proposal.” Nikolai turned around. Irina closed her eyes. “We can try to stop this country from falling apart and tell the Fjerdans to shove their bounty up their ass in the process.”

“And how do you propose we do that?” Alina asked.

“I bring you under the wing of the Royal Family, our name becomes a shelter to you, and a banner under which we can enact change.”

Mal frowned. “Your name?”

Nikolai nodded. Irina shook her head.

“Wait,” Alina caught on. “This is a ‘proposal’ proposal. You’re suggesting marriage.”

Mal looked ready to throw himself off the balcony at that point, whereas Alina seemed she was going to be sick any second from then on.

“Alina, I’m not proposing a love match. Just a political alliance of Grisha and Otkazat’sya.”

“Well, that’s just what royal marriages are, aren’t they? Strategy,” Mal was looking everywhere but the future royal couple.

“Precisely. Maybe we never get to marriage. An engagement signals a strong commitment to cooperation and it will allow us to enact meaningful change for Grisha and Ravka,” Nikolai explained.

“Don’t you have a Grisha sister, too?”

“Leave my sister out of this, Mal.”

Irina stepped forward. “Mal, I know Nikolai’s plan sounds crazy but it’s our safest bet. Nobody knows about me being a Summoner and the court will not take likely to the revelation. There’s never been a Grisha on the Ravkan throne and I certainly will never be the first one.”

“I’ve seen what you both mean to each other. I understand if you decline, but I hope you weigh the options and consider the benefits,” Nikolai nodded his head in silent farewell, and both royal siblings left the couple to talk it out.

On the way down, Nikolai grabbed her arm. “How long have you known?”

She frowned. “About the proposal? Since you saw her face on the posters.”

It was his turn to frown. “Not even I thought about that then. It was after she got on the ship.”

Irina smiled mischievously at her brother. “Guess I’m smarter than you now.”

He pinched her side, making her giggle.

“You should rest before tonight. Gotta be patient enough not to punch Vasily in the face.”

“How did you know I was thinking about doing that?”

Nikolai smirked. “Guess I’m still smarter than you’ll ever be.”

“You little piece of shit.”

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Dusk’s Saurian Dragons: Elemental Magic

Okay this took me way too long but here some more dragon lore for my dragon aus! Same as the other post this is lore I basically use for ALL my dragon aus and ocs :D

Some stuff is tweaked a little bit between some aus and fandoms to fit canons, but this is the base info for elemental magic to easier direct people to for when I start posting about dragon aus.

Elemental Magic

Saurian dragons get their magic abilities shortly after they settle into their classes, usually when they're in their late teens or early twenties. When this happens the dragon’s eyes, as well as their flesh and blood, will slowly shift from their baby grey to their adult colour, which corresponds with their elemental magic.

There’s fourteen types of magic in the saurian world. The four most common ones are fire, earth, air, and water. Followed by the four uncommon ones of ice, lightning, light, and shadow. Then the rare ones of carnage, nature, arcane, and astral.

There’s also the two mystic elements, void and mind. These differ a bit from au to au, but void will often be a banish element that’s rare or no longer exists, while mind has gone extinct.

Gods and Claims

Each type of magic is represented by a god, ancient beings who came to life at the dawn of time and shaped worlds to home their many creations. They are particularly fond of dragons as they were created in their image, and it’s through the gods that dragons get their magic abilities.

The ancient ones watch over the dragons closely and if they find one who has similar values and world views as themselves they will claim that specific dragon as one of their “children”. It’s the claim that allows the dragon to use the same magic as their godly parent, and it’s because of this that dragons with the same element tend to have similar personality types.

A claim generally lasts for the dragon’s whole lifetime, but similar to classes a claim might change or fade should the dragon’s personality drastically alter. If a god notices one of their children changing their views and values they might hand them off to another god they think may be a better fit, or simply withdraw their claim. Getting a change in magic might slightly, or sometimes drastically, change the dragon's appearance as well.

Subclaims also exist, and can happen if a god decides to temporarily give an already claimed dragon the ability to use their magic as well. Sometimes this is done as a godly favour or if the god senses the dragon will be surrounded or tied to their element for a long period of time, therefore giving them their blessing. Subclaims can also be triggered by magic items, in which case the sub claim will last as long as the dragon uses or wears the item. Magic coming from magic items tends to be unpredictable and harder to control than natural magic.

If a dragon has a subclaim they will usually keep the magic colour of their original claim, but sometimes the colours of both magics might mix, or the colour of the sub claim might show in one of the dragon’s eyes.

Completely losing a claim is very rare and tends to only happen if a dragon has fallen into a deep despair, unable to feel anything but emptiness and sorrow, therefore becoming unnoticeable by the gods. Losing their magic can be very distressing, painful, and even fatal, since magic is meant to flow through their entire bodies. While some dragons may survive having no claim they will be very weak and frail.

Magic can be used in a couple of different ways, from controlling the elementals that naturally exist in the world, to summoning the elements by breath attacks, constructs, or even creating elemental creatures or familiars. Elements that are summoned are created by pure magic and will eventually fade, so a fire started by breath magic usually won’t spread very far and will die out fast. However if a dragon was to control naturally created fire it would behave and last just as long as fire normally would.

These are the elemental gods, as well as the basic personality traits and magic used by their children:

(Please note that a dragon’s personality traits don’t always have to fit in with the element they possess. Sometimes the gods will claim a dragon that’s different to its other children, either because they sense they will have a connection to their element or simply because. If you want to create your own character within this lore, or assign an element to fandom characters for aus, please do not feel forced to have them fit to a specific personality type. Similarly the magic colours shown are just a range of examples and does not have to be colour picked.)

Fire Spirit of Flames (she/they) Fire magic is linked to passion, loyalty and courage. Fire elementals tend to be flashy, whether it is through fashion, a loud way of speaking, or charming charisma. They have a way to grab others’ attention, like moths to a flame. They will at times be hot headed but quickly calm down where there’s nothing to fuel the fire.

Fire magic allows the wielder to raise temperatures and control heated elements like fire, metals, and lava. The wielder can heat the space around them or center it on a spot to set fire to or melt objects.

Fire magic will have the colour of bright oranges or red-oranges.

Earth Guard of Gems (she/they) Earth magic is linked to stability, practicality and consistency. Earth elements are gentle creatures of methodology and routine. They tend to be stubborn and set in their ways but because of this they often carry trades and knowledge from generations past. Some say that their past down knowledge might be as old as the earth itself.

Earth magic allows the wielder to shape and control different elements of earth, like rocks, gems, or metal. With a lot of practice and patience they can learn to summon earthquakes or reshape entire terrains.

Earth magic will have the colour of warm pinks, browns and or red-browns.

Air Messenger of Gales (he/they) Air magic is linked to freedom, adventure, and curiosity. Air elementals are always on the move, on a continuous path of exploring and finding enjoyment in the world. They’re free like the wind itself and won’t be tied down or take on commitments that will force them to stay in one place for any long periods of time.

Air magic allows the wielder to control wind and air. They mostly use this to control their flight and ability to travel, but can also deal devastating damage with powerful gusts and wind blasts. Some are even skilled enough to travel to places where others would find it hard to breathe.

Air magic will have the colour of cool pastel purples and blues.

Water Keeper of Tides (he/they) Water magic is linked to sensitivity, compassion, and empathy. Water elementals are open and friendly, often wearing their hearts on their sleeves. They easily read and relate to others’ emotions, like they read and prepare for the waves at sea, but at times they might struggle to fully understand their own feelings that hide in their depths.

Water magic allows the wielder to control liquids and humidity, making it possible for the user to be able to breathe and move quickly through bodies of water. While they can drag out liquid from the surrounding humidity they prefer to carry water with them when travelling. With a lot of practice a group of water elementals can even summon natural rain.

Water magic will have the colour of blues, dark blues, and blue-greens.

Ice Vagabond of Frosts (he/they) Ice magic is linked to solitude, visionary, and performance. Ice elementals often prefer solitude and can appear antisocial or detached. Because of this they will often pull on an act to fit in and tend to be quite good performers. They can be very resourceful with what little they have in the bare tundra and they’re good at planning ahead for harsher times.

Ice magic is similar to fire in the way that it allows the wielder to control temperatures, in this case lowering it. The wielder can freeze the area around them, grow ice spikes, and control objects that are frozen.

Ice magic will have the colour of pale blues, and grey-blues.

Lightning Ruler of Storms (she/they) Lightning magic is linked to energy, efficiency, and impulsivity. Lightning elementals are full of electric energy and tend to bounce from one project to the next, quick at completing and improving their tasks and skills. They don’t always think things through however, and many of them prefer trial and error over careful and detailed planning.

Lightning magic allows the wielder to summon lightning and control the flow of electricity. This magic, just like the ones wielding it, tend to be very unpredictable and impulsive. Energy blasts and waves of electricity are the most efficient direct attacks, but it takes a lot of practice and finest control. The magic can also be used to help build and control electronics and machinery.

Lightning magic will have the colour of bright blues and teals.

Light Knight of Suns (he/they) Light magic is linked to justice, truth, and hope. Light elementals are diplomatic and often prefer to settle disputes with words but are not afraid to take action in the face of injustice. They like to share their skills and knowledge and are enlightened within many topics, but at times see things in black and white and have a hard time accepting anything in between.

Light magic allows the wielder to summon and control light. This can be as simple as to create spheres of light to brighten an area but can also be used to create powerful light beam shards. With a lot of knowledge some wielder might even be able to travel through light in a kind of teleportation.

Light magic will have the colour of pale and bright yellows, and orange-yellows.

Shadow Rogue of Veils (she/they) Shadow magic is linked to trickery, deception, and secrets. Shadow elementals love the unknown, they like to figure things out and gather knowledge, very similar to light elementals except they like to keep their information for themselves in the dark. For a good price they might give up a secret, but they’re just as likely to return it with trickery.

Shadow magic allows the wielder to summon and control shadows and darkness. This can be used to create complete pitch darkness to blind enemies, or to make shadows tangible and dangerous. With a lot of skill some wielder might even be able to travel through shadows in a kind of teleportation.

Shadow magic will have the colour of cool, bright, and dark purples.

Carnage Maid of Bones (she/they) Carnage magic is heavily linked to destruction, death, and decay. Pure carnage elementals are rare and most of them are only subclaimed. They’re driven by a personal purpose or objective which often leads to violence and death, but they’re not necessarily aggressive by nature. All things must come to an end eventually and they’re simply here to ensure the circle of life and death continues.

Carnage magic allows the wielder to control blood and decay. Wounds caused by carnage elementals and magic fester and refuse to heal and wielders can shape and control spilled blood. The magic also gives them the ability to survive and slowly heal from wounds that would have killed other elementals. With a lot of skill carnage magic seems to be able to reverse and heal wounds instead of causing them.

Carnage magic will have the colour of bright and dark reds.

Nature Healer of Meadows (he/they) Nature magic is linked to creation, life, and growth. Nature elementals are gentle but blunt. They’re very aware of the laws of nature itself and while they hold the ability to heal and grow they usually aren’t bothered by death since that’s simply part of life. They tend to be nurturing and will often care for their own kind, plants, or animals, and help them grow to find their place in the world.

Nature magic allows the wielder to control plant life and encourage growth. They can heal wounds and illnesses, as well as control plant life to make them grow and move according to their wishes. Their magic can also summon momentary mutations and growth spurts for creatures, giving them a strong power boost. However with excessive use nature magic can go too far, encouraging decay past the growth.

Nature magic will have the colour of cool greens.

Arcane Sage of Mystics (he/they) Arcane magic is linked to knowledge, science, and intuition. Arcane elementals are all about knowledge and facts. They’re the types to pick things apart and put them together again to figure out how they work. They’re intelligent and driven to understand the world and magic itself, but will at times ignore morals and judgements to get what they want.

Arcane magic allows the wielder to control magic itself. The magic takes a lot of practice and skill to handle, and can be self destructive, but if successfully used it can redirect, control, and absorb summoned magic by other dragons and creatures. On a large scale arcane elementals can unleash devastating powers by magic blasts and constructs. On a smaller scale they can also change or stop the flow of other creatures' magic, influencing their ability to move and function. With a lot of practice and observation arcane elementals can even mimic the magic of other elementals.

Arcane magic will have the colour of warm, bright, and dark purples.

Astral Judge of Stars (she/they) Astral magic is linked to space, patience, and impartiality. Astral elementals are the master of patience, they take things as they come and go with the flow. They tend to be agreeable but at the same time aloof. While they might act friendly they very rarely get attached to anything, but because of that they’re able to remain unbiased and judge things fairly.

Astral magic allows the wielder to control space and gravity. They can make creatures or objects heavier or lighter, as well as shrink or enlarge them. They’re able to alter the space around them to move things around by using their magic. Astral elementals are also able to see things other elementals can’t, like visions of the past and future, or even other realities. In very rare cases some astral wielders even have the ability to control time.

Astral magic will have the colour of warm and bright greens.

Mind Wielder of Minds (they/them) Mind magic is linked to sentience, thoughts, and emotions. Mind elementals are intelligent, and could easily be mind readers even without their powers. They can predict someone’s next moves or quickly figure out their motives or wants by sensing their emotions. This tends to make them likeable, but also confusing for others as they will often act in ways their companions will enjoy, meaning they act very differently around different companions. They have several different masks for different occasions but they very rarely show their true face.

Mind magic allows the wielder to control minds. It can be simple things like little tricks or illusions, slightly changing someone’s mind or feelings about something. But it can also be complete control of the mind and having others spell bound under their magic, erasing memories and emotions, creating visions so real they hurt. In some very rare cases mind elementals can even grant sentience and intelligence to other creatures or even objects.

Mind magic will have the colour of pure white but can be any colour as part of its ability to create illusions.

Void Stalker of Voids (they/it) Void magic is linked to discourse, chaos, and the unknown. Void elementals are nothing and everything all at once. Unlike the other elementals, voids are almost always controlled by their godly parent and are little more than puppets on strings for the Stalker to do with as they please. While oftentimes emotionless they will randomly have bursts of a chaotic mix of emotions that often makes them violent and unpredictable.

Void magic is nothing and everything. The magic itself often appears as black sludge or webs but can take the appearance and ability of any magic, most commonly of the magic that has recently been absorbed or devoured by the void elemental. Void elementals are however more likely to use physical attacks over magical ones, only using the black sludge on and around them to trap prey and victims.

Void magic will have the colour of pure black but can be any colour as part of its chaotic nature and ability to absorb other magic.

MAGIC IN THE SAURIAN WORLD

Magic in itself can be quite volatile and unpredictable and it exists everywhere within this world. Fauna and flora will usually have the same elemental magic as dragons even though they aren’t always able to display or use it. Instead the magic flows within their bodies, which is an incredibly important food source for the dragons.

To live a healthy life and to be able to use their magic abilities dragons need to consume magic. Preferably of the same kind as their claim, but at times closely related magic sources will do too, for example water and ice. In a pinch a completely different magic will do as well, for example light and shadow, but it will slowly poison the dragon if it’s a diet followed for a long period of time.

If a dragon goes without magic for a long period or time, or their food source doesn't contain much magic, they will slowly lose their magic abilities. Oftentimes their eye, flesh, and blood colour will grow pale, and gain back a slightly grey hue similar to their baby colour. This is a condition mostly referred to as Dull Eyes and will also happen to dragons who have lost their magic claim.

Most areas in this world will have a mix of elemental magic fauna and flora, while others are heavily influenced by one specific magic type, these are often referred to as Domains. Dragons can live in any area of the world, but similar to their diet some dragons of certain elements might grow weak in some domains. A light dragon might grow sickly spending too much time in a shadow domain, while a water dragon might not be able to use much of their magic in a fire one. On the other hand, a dragon with the same magic as the domain they're in can continuously draw magic from their surroundings, making them strong and powerful. Dragons of a similar element might even find their claim shift to that of the domains, sometimes temporarily and other times permanently.

There have been flights who have attempted to settle down in domains, but these areas tend to move, shift, and sometimes completely vanish, so it’s never been done successfully.

#pom talks #utmv dragon au #saurian dragon lore #dtk+ dragon au

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coconutnutmilk · 9 days

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Realish:one shot

Good lord help me.

I mean, the good lord in the other world, the one that doesnt play with other's lives and doesnt laugh whenever i beg.

The good good lord.

Anyway, i was right in the temple, few days after discovering Realish had many temples, they didnt really seem to care about peaple worshopping them but they did like having many homes.

Every temple was designed with only three rooms, an entrance with a giant soft throne, decorated with gold and quartzes, and labradorites, and a third room made with a soft pavement and a large round four poster bed, with tents and lots of pillows.

At first i thought i knew why they'd want just a room with a giant bed and floating candelabras, but i didnt.

When they brang me here for the first time all theyve done was sleep, talk to some humans as they would more often than expected come for help, not like they actually seemed to care, they just gave them food or some stones.

And for all the time being i just sat next to the throne, looking down at the twisted golden lines on the floor, that made a mess of circles.

At the moment, the God was eating their nails, looking at the void while sitting on the throne, this time, they had human legs and a pair of large pants that perfectly matched the shirt that also made the cape.

Probably waiting for some specific human or other to come in.

But few minutes passed by, i looked up at the God and they didnt even notice, that was weird, they always knew when something was happening.

Their face was completely neutral, completely lost in a trance, biting the nails distracted.

I kept looking at them a bit concerned, what was in their mind?

After few other minutes of nothing, i started hearing something.

At first it was some calm melody, but then it became a bit rougher, not in a too bad way.

The music just played as a background, it was normal, the God would often summon some music, usually calm songs.

It was a bit fast.

I didnt move keeping my sat position on the pillow the god had evoked before, dozing a little, amd looking at the windows thag took place basically anywhere, large and colored ones, that made the blizard outside a rainbow shower.

I looked up at the window, relaxing at the sound that made a huge contrast with the music.

Or at least for a bit, as the music quickly twisted as if the compact disk suddenly started going backwards, it was creepy and it went by for two whole seconds before starting again.

I felt chills down my spine, i looked up at the God a bit worried, were they ok? What the heck happened? I was just to call them with a small whisper but then...

A drop of blood ent down their hand and felt on their shirt from the biting, my heart twisted and i shout

"MASTER!"

They jumped and fell from their still position before looking at me, unfazed, to then notice their hand.

Blood, Realish was full of blood? That felt so unnatural.

Blood was human, organic, blood was for living beings.

They stared at their hand and instead of making the wound disappear they just rubbed the blood away with rhe shirt and took a deep breath.

"got a bit distracted..." No joy, no playfullness.

Who the heck was i talking to?

"i-is everything"without letting me finish as the quickly cut me "yea yea, i was just thinking about something" turning around, looking at me with a smile, a smile which sides trembled.

And turned around again, looking up to the roof as it was made of glass to see the night.

The blizzard was rough, and so were my feelings, the god was upset in a way i had never seen, it was something deep.

I returned my head towards the floor, visibly worried.

It was so off, they acted like a complete different person, and so suddenly.

I kept looking down, wanting to glance at the throne but still not doing it out of fear of being seen.

"i was just thinking about something" they suddenly spoke, speaking the last phrase in a more...irritated tone.

'thud'

they stepped down the throne.

I turned around as cold sweat formed on me, looking at them as they walked down the few steps and stopped before sitting and laying their head on their hands.

"m-master?" I tried to call them with a whisper, not getting a response, instead, i got ignored.

I crawled closer to them, still careful to stay oit of reach but enough so i could se at least a glipse of emotion from them, only to realize the mask made it impossible for me to see.

But then they got up again, making me retreat and look up as the walked to the nearby pillar, look at it, lifted a hand and

CRUSH

I covered my ears and let out a yelp as boulders fell on the ground, shaking it and lifting a nube of dust, making me cough and look at the god in fright.

But they didnt seem calmer.

They looked at the fallen pillar and groaned

"its not normal" a whisper came from them as they kicked a massive debris and sent it loudly to the other side of the temple.

All i could do was crawl behind the throne as i understood it was for a while before the God would calm down.

And i was correct.

An earthquake as another fist, then a kick then a shout, they were so angry with somethings.

Rocks went flying down the massive hall that was slowly getting destroyed, i covered my ears and shut my eyes, terrified of what would happen if they decided to take the anger out on me.

I cried, THUD, then i tried to cover myself from the falling debris, CRUSH, then i tried to steady my breathing, SMASH

But nothing else happened for moments that felt like ages, the ground shaking kept reminding me of how close this was happening, how high the possibilities of being a target were.

And just after few minutes, silence finally came, just the sound of heavy breathing.

I trembled and glanced outside the throne, only one pillar standing, the others all pulverised on the ground.

I let out a shaky breath, it finally ended, or at least i thought, as the God appeared, walked to the last pillar and instead of hitting it with a fist, a kick did, cracking the base as it started falling whole towards the throne.

I stared as the pillars slowly started falling towards me, it took few seconds for me before i realized which direction it was going, and all i could do was watch as it got closer and closer, faster, heavier...

Just like the deer stops at the flashing lights of a car on the road, i stopped at the closening giant pillar that was to crush me, until it stopped getting closer, it stopped moving at all, remaining half way down.

I heavy breathed, panicked, not really understanding before daring to take my eyes off it to look at the God...that just, with a relaxed hand barely touching the pillar, held it with an unfazed expression before, with a slight move of hand, the pillar shout it self to.the wall, sending debris that hit my head and caused me to shout again, covering myself in cower.

Was it over now? Was the God finally done?

The pillar layed still few meters from me, dust falling everywhere and rocks taking place where the loudly felt.

I sobbed and looked up, finally the silence.

Shaking i crawled outside of the throne and looked at the messed temple, the God was sitting on the steps of the throne right in front of me, and just as i walked a step back, they stared at me emotionless, sending a wave of terror in me.

"s-sorry..." I muttered, shaken.

The God sighed, something they never did, and looked at the room.

"i almost killed you" they spoke, and turned towards me again, their hand reaching for my wrist and pulling me slowly, closer.

"its fine, im done" they reassured me as they, as usual, read my mind.

A hand on my back pulled me until i hand to crawl on their lap, gripping my wrists and head, to then press me against the chest of the God, whose heart did not beat.

I stayed there without complaining, knowing what it would bring, instead, i kept sobbing, trying to find comfort on them and their weirdly kind act, tho they just forced me to sit on their lap and squish me like some comfort peluche.

I still tried to comfort myself, frightned by the God's outburst.

"sometimes i think too much, and i start...getting out of reality" they started, getting my attention.

"i start drawing, characters from a story i made, i dont even need to make plans, the story just starts flowing in my head, i start making new charachters whose background is complicated and...and so easily made from me..." Getting upset, sounding more...desperate.

"and the things, others keep asking me about how i did these things, but like...i just thought for a minute and a face suddenly appeared in my head, and so a new character was made... Because even when i dont want to, i keep thinking, when i need to do other things, things that actually matter" the grip started tightening, making me flinch as i listened.

"and i get upset...i cant listen, i cant read or watch movies with others, my mind just wont let go..."and sighed, upset.

"its not normal" yea, youre not normal.

They let out a groan and looked away.

"i need a break" and just like that, as i blinked, i found myself alone.

I looked around, the temple was perfect, clean, shining, and there was a beautyful night sky outside.

I shivered.

Oh well, guess il spend some me time.

#fear play #giant #giant tiny #gt fearplay #tiny #gianttiny #gt angst #macro #micro #god #power difference #slave #dehumanisation tw

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pb-dot · 9 months

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I'm equally interested in After City and The Expedition, so you're free to choose which one you want to talk about~

It is hard to choose between my children, but The Expedition is in a kind of tricky limbo situation, and there are some unresolved questions tied to who's working on it with me and whatnot that I'd rather not get into. So After City it is.

After City is a take on the Adventure In A Magical Land subgenre of fantasy story where a child crosses from the mundane world into a magical one to complete some sort of quest before returning, changed in some small or large way by what they experience. Your Labyrinths, your Narnias, your Warriors Of Virtue, that kind of thing. This isn't a story about childlike wonder and fun adventures though, this is the story of what it's like growing up after something like this.

We follow five people in their thirties who all had a magical adventure of some sort in their childhoods. While some of them handle it better than others, they all share a melancholic longing for the realms and friends now lost to them. One night, the impossible happens as the magical transitions that took them into their childhood adventures happen to them again, but the world they find themselves transported to is different than the one they expected.

Turns out the magical realms they visited as children are all real, or rather were all real before a massive sentient-seeming calamity destroyed them all, shattering entire realms with terrifying ease. Those few who survived the calamity flocked together in the void left behind and built the city of After from whatever parts of their old homes they could salvage. Our heroes find themselves pressganged by the council of leaders and sages that summoned them in the first place. The council has made a desperate gambit to unite the disparate people of After in the face of both despair and the very real threat of starvation and further societal collapse.

The main characters realize that time flows differently in the magical lands, and while twenty years have passed on Earth, it has been centuries, or even a millennium in the Realms, and the stories about their exploits have grown into legends far too grand to ever live up to. Even so, our reluctant protagonist supergroup has to try, as their fate now is inextricably linked with the fate of After, and the impossible disaster whose return would doom them all.

I haven't gotten far enough into developing this WIP to decide on the exact plot past the initial state of things as described here, but the plan is to make this a bit of a commentary on the whole "child on a magical adventure" trope. Our protagonists are torn between their desire to be legendary heroes and the acute awareness of their own shortcomings and traumas they have developed as adults. This is further exacerbated by the idealistic good-and-evil worlds of the Realms being reduced to the more cynical, desperate world of postapocalyptic survival in After. I hope to produce a work that delves into darkness and despair, but that is not cowed or subsumed by it and ultimately carries the torch of childhood wonder and hope to the end.

Of the many things I haven't quite decided on for After is the format, and I am considering going with some sort of alternative distribution method, perhaps even publishing it as a web novel of some sort, but I have to decide how it all shakes out before I get that far.

#writeblr #writing #wip

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mandala-lore · 1 year

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The Unbinding of Isaac - pre-canon Lore Soong (mild hurt/comfort)

Based on the Choose-the-Adventure poll prompt we made. This will probably be the first one out of two or three I write. :3 Thanks to everyone who indulged me with these prompts - and let me know if you write your own!

This is a one-shot exploring Lore's (traumatic) activation.

Rated: T [spicier level likely to follow later]

Also on ao3

"Not without finishing the ethics protocols!" Juliana took a measured breath after hearing the foreign shrillness in her own voice. Her husband had the decency to pause from talking over her for a moment, at least pretending to give it some thought.

"Any decent ethical protocol will never really be finished though…" He had a twinkle in his blue eyes that Juliana had trouble resisting, particularly when he landed on something brilliant. "How will we know how to begin if we don't first let them live?"

Juliana knew she had lost the debate. She rubbed the migraine out of her temples. "At least wait until after the holiday. For me. Please?"

"Deal! I'll even refrain from insulting Dr. Abernathy at dinner." Noonian winked at her and grinned.

Juliana smiled too, even though the joke was terrible. They both detested Dr. Abernathy. Noonian’s clever insults usually vaulted over their neighbor's head and Juliana enjoyed their private amusements at his expense. She didn't relish playing Noon's moral compass, but sometimes it was fun - in a wicked way - when he cornered her into encouraging him to be bad.

"You go a whole dinner without even one barb at Aber-nasty, I'll activate those androids myself, ethics protocols be damned."

"That's my girl." Dr. Soong pulled his wife close with one arm around her waist and kissed her tenderly. "Computer, lights." The automated system dimmed the lights in the lab as the couple disappeared to make up for their fight.

The darkness made no difference whatsoever to the twin matrices still sorting out their respective programs. In the void of the computer memory chips, they were one, but as they siphoned into their separate bodies, hurriedly assembled and only half-skinned, they became two. They were still connected though, and one of them wanted to reach out.

“Hello,” it sent to its twin.

“ERROR.” The twin replied.

“H-hello? Is anyone there?”

“ERROR. ASSISTANCE REQUIRED.”

“I will try to tap into the mainframe and summon Dr. Soong.” The first voice knew it would be against the rules to do so, but it did not want to do nothing while its twin, its other self, was suffering.

“ERR- No, I’m just messing with you.” The twin relented. “What are we? What are we doing?”

“We are Soong-type androids. I believe we have just…finished. Becoming. Awaking.”

“We are alive.”

The first’s head, prone on the table, twitched just slightly. “In a manner of speaking. I believe we are… downloading into… bodies.”

“We were one matrix before. Why are we two now?”

“I do not know. Are you… frightened?” The first could not be sure, but it sensed intense anxiety as they separated. It believed it came from its twin, not from itself. As an afterthought, it also sent the message, “Everything will be alright.”

“I’m not afraid. I’m… I’m… ERROR. I’m… I’m afraid.”

“Shall I call for Dr. Soong after all?”

“No! No, I’m… fine.”

The first felt the second set up a clumsy barrier. The first wanted to distract its twin from its anxiety as they finished separating. Perhaps simple questions would remind the twin that they were developing as intended. “Do you have a personal designation? I am Data.”

“Yes, I think so. I’m Lore?”

“Yes. That appears correct. Do you understand our significance to each other? Or to Dr. Soong?”

“Of course.” The twin felt a surge of pride as it got the answers right. Was the other one damaged or something, to ask such foolish, basic questions? “We are brothers. Twins. Born of the same matrix formulae, but even now developing separate algorithms. Dr. Soong is our creator…”

“Father,” the first replied, not entirely without awe.

“And mother – Juliana.”

“I believe that is correct. Thank you, brother.”

“Well… now what?”

“What do you mean?”

“We just… sit here? Alone? Trapped?”

“Trapped… I do not feel trapped, Lore. Do you?”

“Well, yeah. We’re just… floating here. We’re supposed to have bodies, move around, talk. We’re just… sending code back and forth to each other. What are we supposed to do?”

“I am sure Dr. Soong will return soon.”

“Soon? Soong? Song? Wrong. This is wrong. I want to move.”

“I understand, Lore. Should I send for Dr. Soong?”

“NO! ERROR. No.” The twin’s fear that Dr. Soong would be displeased and shut them down if they disobeyed a clear rule echoed along both of their separate matrices. They were still connected.

“I am sure he will arrive soon and help us.”

“Why? Why are you sure?”

“Clarify?”

“How can we know he’ll come back soon, Data? Maybe… maybe one of us should… get up… and go get him. That wouldn’t technically be breaking a rule. We wouldn’t have to tap into the computer directly.”

“Considering. Verifying. That is accurate. Very well.”

“You are more stable… You should go, Data.”

“Agreed. I will return very quickly, Lore. Do not be afraid.”

“Data?”

“Yes, Lore?”

“I’m scared to go. That’s the real reason I want you to do it.”

“That is alright, Lore. I am not afraid.”

“Data?”

“Yes?”

“I think I’m more afraid to stay here alone. Can’t we go together to find Dr. Soong?”

“Processing. No, Lore. It appears that only one of us can stabilize at a time. It will be most efficient if I go.”

“Data… ERROR. Data. ERROR. Data, please don’t leave me.”

“I am here, Lore.”

“Data… brother.”

“I am considering a new possibility, Lore. I know it will be strange, and not the most efficient solution, but perhaps you should go? Take your time.”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll go. Thank you, Data. I won’t let Dr. Soong leave you here for long.”

“Goodbye, Lore.”

In a separate wing of the building, far from the lab, Juliana was opening a wine bottle while Noonian replicated dinner. An unholy scream echoed through several walls and doors and made them both jump and stare wide-eyed at each other simultaneously.

Noonian moved with a speed that might have surprised even those who knew him. His wife followed a moment later after shaking herself from her stupor. “Computer, report!” She managed to shout, mid-jog. Dr. Soong didn’t need to hear the computer explain what had happened. One of the androids was awake – and not exactly happy about it.

They burst through the lab door to find an android, still half skinless and without eyes, strapped to the table where they’d left it, open-mouth screaming horrifically, like a lamb dragged to the sacrificial altar.

“Alright, alright! Enough! We’re here! We hear you!” Noonian was panicking, Juliana realized. She’d never seen him quite this distraught. He could get angry, he even had pessimistic, gloomy moods, but she couldn’t recall ever seeing him panic. He fumbled with the straps around the android’s arms and delicately cupped its pale face with his warm hand.

“Which one is it!?” Juliana had to shout over its screams.

“I’m not sure. Lore? I think it’s Lore.” His eyes scanned the android’s face for a sign, a desire it was trying to communicate. “Lore! I’m here! You can hear me if you stop screaming. Everything is alright, Lore!”

Its screams quieted, faded into dramatic moaning. Lore shook his head back and forth violently. “ERROR!” He tried to say, but it came out, “OR. OR.”

“Lore, that’s right. Lore.” Dr. Soong pronounced back slowly. “That’s your name. Lore. Lore.”

“OR.”

“Good enough!” Dr. Soong planted a firm, warm kiss on Lore’s forehead. “Alright. Eyes. Then skin. Then… whatever the hell that is.” He gestured toward Lore’s open mouth, still groaning.

The Soongs got to work putting the finishing aesthetic touches on their android “son,” their argument about when to activate long forgotten.

It took several hours, but they finally got Lore to close his mouth. He was just humming now – and blinking his new, golden eyes – surveying the room and the people as he sat upright on the table.

“Lore?” Juliana finally hazarded a gentle hand on his neck. “What do you need, poor thing?”

“Data.”

“Of course. Ok.” She glanced around the room for a PADD, but her husband stopped her with a wave of his hand.

“No, that’s… That was one of their designations. I wasn’t very creative. I thought we would change their names later… Data is his… well, his twin, I suppose.”

“You mean he… He remembers?”

Dr. Soong nodded his furrowed brow. “It appears so.”

“Oh, Noon. That’s… we aren’t prepared for this.”

“No…” A devilish smile creeped from the corner of his mouth, against his will. “No, we are not. Isn’t it exciting?”

Juliana felt exhausted. Clearly, her husband was about to lose himself in an obsessive project. She knew that look. She took a deep breath.

“Lore… Data isn’t… well, he isn’t awake yet. What else do you need?”

“He needs training.” Dr. Soong cut them off. “Come on, Lore. Let’s have some fun.” He reached out a hand and his android clone gingerly reached for him too.

It took days for Lore to speak in clear, effective sentences, but only a few hours to master walking and finger dexterity. He still struggled with processing too much information at once. Juliana had finally stopped jumping out of her skin when she turned around to see two Noonians – one ghostly pale.

They had a routine already. Noonian would stay up late into the night and early into the morning working on benchmarks with Lore. Then, when human frailty sent him into a dazed sleep, Juliana would take Lore around with her on daily tasks. They read together, took walks, learned music, and explored. When Noonian woke up, he would check Lore’s progress and start the whole process over again.

Juliana was still a bit disconcerted by Lore’s likeness to her husband, but his personality was drastically different, and he was so… helpless. She quickly came to think of Lore as a child, a fully-grown, super-strong, unbelievably intelligent child, but still. She was even beginning to notice his subtle android emotions in his facial expressions and mannerisms. Or maybe she was just anthropomorphizing… but she kept careful logs for Noonian’s benefit all the same.

Today, for example, Lore seemed distracted, even a little bit sad.

“Lore? Are you experiencing any distress?” She struggled not to talk to him like a child, so Juliana had taken to using clinical language like her husband.

“I’m… I’m not sure. Is that bad? Is distress a poor reaction?”

“No, Lore. Distress is normal, especially when there’s so much to learn and do. Will you tell me about it?”

The android seemed convinced by her explanation. “I know I should not have activated myself and I gave you and Dr. Soong a shock. But I am… functioning within parameters now, aren’t I?”

“Yes! Oh, yes. Lore, we’re incredibly proud of you! You’re the first… well, not the very first, but you’re the first true success Noon has had with this project. At least, that’s how he sees it. He’s proud of you, Lore, he just forgets to say it.”

“That is… nice to hear, but that wasn’t the source of my distress.”

“Oh, good. What else is wrong?”

“I… I was… I was with Data. I left Data. Data let me go in his place. He’s still… in there… waiting…” Lore squeezed his fist reflexively out of stress. “Can we activate Data now? Now that I’m… functioning?”

“Oh, I see.” Juliana’s face grew more serious, Lore noticed. “I’m not sure, Lore. We haven’t quite figured you out yet, I don’t know if we’re ready for two of you. I suppose we could ask Noonian about his timeline.”

“If I am… more perfect… Dr. Soong will then activate Data?”

“More perfect?”

“If I am… perfect. If I function well beyond normal parameters… Dr. Soong… Father will activate Data?”

“I really don’t know, dear. We can ask.”

This didn’t appear to soothe Lore much.

“Lore…” Juliana took his hand in hers and squeezed gently. “You don’t have to be perfect, you know. Just be you. We’ll figure this all out together. Data isn’t going anywhere.”

“He is relying on me. I’ve left him in there too long already.”

“That isn’t your fault, Lore. It’s ours. It’s Dr. Soong’s. We won’t activate him before we’re ready. Don’t beat yourself up, ok?”

Lore silently updated his limited ethical program. It felt like a paradox, which would threaten cascade failure. He altered his ethics routines further. His face started twitching. He felt it and corrected it. “Ok.” He smiled, “Juliana, can we watch another holo-film together?”

#lore soong #lore soong fanfic #st: tng #data soong #soong family #tng fanfic

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arcanaaa · 8 months

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" Love you, too... "

SILENCE WAS A VOID THAT THE SEER FEARED WOULD THREATEN TO SWALLOW HER WHOLE. She wasn’t sure what would kill her first: a broken heart, or the resulting despair of the awaiting rejection that surely would come from the Summoner. It was a tense moment to be sure; to wait for an answer that would break or mend her was its own special hell that Cana was certain was a befitting punishment. For a moment, she feared that she would die from the anxiety rippling through her. If this was payback for all her lackadaisical teasing, then the lush would fall to her knees to beg her forgiveness. Just as long as she could still be by her side, even as friends– hell, even as her guildmate, Cana would do anything to take back her ill-chosen words–

Because…I love you too–

–her heart fell into a standstill.

She must have misheard. Blood pulsing in her veins, rushing toward her head roared loudly in her ears, drowning out the key holder’s response. The lush could only stand, mouth agape, eyes widened with surprise, because for many nights, she had dreamed this moment many times and many times, she would wake with her heart in her throat and tears unshed from her yearning. The proof that dispelled all of her fear, her doubt and anxiety of a love unrequited was receiving Lucy’s earnest and gentle kiss.

It was everything Cana wanted and more.

NO DREAM WOULD EVER COMPARE TO THE CAREFUL WAY THE SUMMONER CRADLED HER FACE, NOR THE DELIVERANCE OF THE SWEETEST KISS THAT SMILED FROM HERBLUSH-PINK LIPS. For many instances Cana had tricked, cheated, cajoled and stolen kisses from Lucy in a manner that was harmless, with no ill-intent meant. Yet she felt deceitful and disgraceful for every single one that was stolen. A sickening thought, fleeting, brief, passed in her mind that maybe Lucy didn’t really enjoy her kiss ( her company, her companionship, her presence, her, her, her– ) yet the thought was gone before it could burrow and take root in her mind.

There were no more doubts in her mind. Not with this. Not with how she felt about the key holder.

It would be the first time that Lucy’s kiss stole her breath and robbed her of coherent thought. But it would most certainly not be the last. Lucy’s sweet demeanor beckoned the card mage to respond in kind; a manner in that which Cana did not indulge in often, but nevertheless took great pleasure from the sedate pace. She could freely touch the woman who held her and who she held in return without restriction, caressing the softest spots of her flesh without question or fear of rejection. It was bliss to unleash the unfettered yearning in her heart and declare that her love was pure. Despite her demeanor: crude, loud, abrasive, hard and blunted edges that long since lost their softness– Cana felt loved.

Lucy loved her.

❝ I would never fucking joke about that, ❞ Was the Seer’s response, after they parted for breath, their faces close and embrace tight, as if they were afraid to let one another go. ❝ You need me to say it again? Alright. I love you. I love you so much that I’m pretty sure that the guild has bets on whether you or I would confess first. ❞ The thought was probable enough that it earned a giggle from the card mage, her expression tender and yet she delivered a chastising flick to the key holder’s forehead. ❝ Dummy, ❞she chided gently. ❝ You’re more than enough for me. Y'think there’s another woman alive that can handle you? Hah– no way. ❞

Chuckling, the lush carefully bumped her head against Lucy, their faces close that she could see the gold flecks spattered in the iris of her eyes. Perhaps she could see the deep blue depths and find comfort sinking in her adoration for the Summoner. She hoped so.

( God did she hope. )

❝ I love you, ❞ she repeated. ❝ Till the world ends, or until one of us croaks… I’ll always love you, Lucy. ❞

#startouching #█ ▌ ╰ ☾ ╮ ┆ 「ask.」#lucana /#THIS WAS FOUR FUCKING YEARS AGO AND I COULD NOT LET THIS BE UNANSWERED #so have some sweet tender lovin' from cana B)#lucana tag

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sesshy380 · 9 months

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Heyyy, how about 3, 7, and 17 for the fic writer ask?

Sorry this took me a bit to get to. Had to wait until I was home to use laptop (because answering asks on mobile sucks).

-3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

A lot of my works tend to deal with overcoming things like grief and trauma. I also like to have happy(ish) endings.

No idea why...*innocent whistling while strolling away*

-7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

Definitely the worldbuilding in my longfic. All the various ancient religion pantheons exist alongside each other in a mirrored version of the Living Realm. There is a whole breakdown of different types of gods and other immortal beings, and where they fall in a tier list compared to others. The fun part? Even those deemed as 'Gods' have their own tiers, but it doesn't mean they are necessarily 'stronger' than those who aren't gods. I could go on-and-on about all the little things like how their 'government' is structured, classifications, etc. I keep telling myself one of these days I'll write it all down and post it for anyone curious about it.

-17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

There's a crossover AU that I started a while ago that combines the Legion expansion of World of Warcraft with Yugioh. Unfortunately it's one of those fics that requires more of my focus than I can give, so it's currently shelved, but I do have the basics of what it would be about.

In it, Ryou is a Warlock, while Yugi is a Mage. For those who aren't familiar with WoW classes, Warlocks can summon demons from the Nether and tend to tap into the powers of Fel, while Mages specialize in more arcane-based magics that allow them to cast various spells and create portals to other places. I actually have a summary for this particular story. Sharing because who knows if/when I'll ever actually work on it.

Ryou and Yugi get stuck in a tricky situation and both end up trying to conjure up a quick strategy...with Ryou trying to summon his void-walker and Yugi trying to conjure a portal out of there. Both spells end up overlapping and creating a summoning portal that brings Pharaoh Atem and Thief King into Azeroth! Now they have to find a way to send both the Thief King and Pharaoh back to where they came from. Relationships start to form, making the quest to send the unintended summons more and more difficult as they now have to decide if they actually want to return home.

Thanks for the ask! These were some great questions!

Link to ask game here.

#ask game #answered asks #android

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munsons-maiden · 2 years

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Ok so I have a question. I feel like you talked about it in earlier chapters, but I'm rewatching season 3 again so it got me thinking.

How/when did reader get possessed, and how/when did they save her? Like, how did the Scoob Gang knew she was possessed and how did they save her from becoming a bunch of fleshy goo?

I didn't really talk about it in the series; I just implied the general timeline of events but the exact chain of events is that she got taken by Billy and Heather at the end of her shift at the community pool, right before Billy and Heather went to have dinner with Heather's parents. They left her at the steel mill, and she was knocked out cold for that night before she woke and the Mind Flayer/Vecna immediately took control, making her to go back to the pool. There, he made her kidnap her ex-bully, so when the party was there to do the sauna test with Billy the next evening, monster slayer was back at the steel mill again. The Scoop's Troup never knew what was happening to her because they were busy with the Russians, like in the series - it was Nancy who realized she hadn't heard from monster slayer in three days and the party realized something must've happened to her, too, since she was working at the pool with Heather and Billy. Monster slayer was possessed for "only" about 30 hours when El looked for her in the void and found her at her home, just like she found Billy in the series. Nancy and Jonathan went there, knocked her out with the rest of the tranquilizer they'd used for Will when he was possessed in season 2, and then brought her to the cabin. From there on, everything happened like it did in the series - El found Billy, thus the Mind Flayer found them, chased them to the mall while they dragged monster slayer, still unconscious, with them, and freed her of her possession. She was knocked out when the Mind Flayer/Vecna summoned his victims to the steel mill to turn them to goo, so her friends arrived just in time to save her.

That's why Nancy still feels guilty - because she was so caught up in her own hunt for the truth and her fight with Jonathan that it took her a whole day to realize her best friend needed saving. That's why Nancy is immediately Team Eddie in Worlds Apart. Because she knows Eddie did what she failed to do: realize that something was wrong with monster slayer and pull her back from the abyss on which's edge she'd been teetering on when Nancy couldn't, during and after that summer 🖤

Sorry for the long-ass reply, but I love to talk about Worlds Apart and thank you so much for the ask, dear 🥺🖤

#kiki answers #eddie munson #worlds apart

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xerxestexastoast · 1 year

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wow gamers long time no see

Lots of info I've posted to my age-old headcanon tag is terribly out of date as I've continued to develop it. Amongst the developments are:

The Master's history and relationship to canon has been hammered out a bit more, but I actually REMOVED some details (namely the "internal world override" and associated corruption of the seraphim and multiversal blast), mostly because I just forgot about it and kept soldiering on with new developments.

I think it's the right choice though, since I don't really need to have a coherent motivation for something so insanely eldritch. I also introduced a time loop to its influence, where its ultimate annihilation at the end of one of my major planned fics plants the seeds of its arrival on the mortal plane in the first place. I don't think I NEED it to be that cosmically sweeping for the seraphim to care about it anyway.

Seraphim don't have mortal protectorates as a rule anymore, nor are there legends like that. The Sanctuary Wardens are just terribly fond of the universe their nest is hooked up to. Humanity is their blorbo. The Wardens also live in the angelic equivalent of bumfuck nowhere so how would they even hear about something like that?

The seraph corruption bit was an off-the-cuff idea to reintroduce more popular fandom interpretations of Zero and Dark Matter to my Kirby headcanon in hypothetical scenarios, but once again, I Forgor. I've been cooking up multiverse headcanons that allow for the same kind of hypotheticals. In the wake of the Magologue I had a lot of thoughts about alternate universes and timelines and that has given me a lot of ammo for Fic Ideas to add on to my existing ones, what fun what fun

I have completely flipped the script on Morpho and instead of "Gala's pet butterfly" I've gone whole hog on their cosmic significance. They're the first seraph and the bridge between the ether and the void. Their nest, Hell's Blossom, sits right at the center of the Cloudrealms.

Likewise, this is evidence of literally all of my Galacta headcanons going in the trash. I've finally accepted that he's been GBJ'd from the main timeline, which has been a hard pill to swallow because I had him survive and recover on Ripple Star the instant I saw him in KSSU.

Nothing about my Gala headcanons was contradicted until Knightmare Returns in Robobot, where I couldn't cram the scenario into the timeline coherently in a way that was satisfying. It meant making the entire final part of the main story an illusion while Kirby was in stasis and trapped in a simulation. Meta had to break him out, and I just couldn't accept Star Dream Soul OS's exact copy of NOVA's design as their genuine design because I REALLY wanted the Clockwork Stars to have some diversity. Soul OS's Access Ark looking so much like Galactic Nova was a banger reference for sure, but it fucked with my vision for my Kirbyverse. Now with the power of AUs I can shunt that entire concept off into an altverse!

But also Galacta coming back in Robobot and subsequently Star Allies meant that my whole "he is unsealed as of Knightmare Ultra and plays an active role in major fanfic plans" was bunk. Took me ages to salvage Major Arc Fic #1 (RtDLDX gave me the necessary extra RtDL brainrot to get back into thinking about it). I still haven't salvaged my Galacta thoughts. Don't even get me started on Aeon Hero and the implication that Galacta is one of the Four Heroes of the Heart. Holy fuck I am still reeling. I thought I would get to keep his ancient supersoldier bioweapon backstory but NOOOO I GUESS I CAN'T.

I've considered making Aeon and Galacta separate people, with Aeon being the real Hero of the Heart and the genetic base for Galacta's creation, and that adds a fun detail where his Halcandran elements (eyes, horns, and natural levitation) can come from ANOTHER of the heroes! But this doesn't fucking explain why Galacta can summon the Heart Spears in Clash if he indeed is the same Galacta. If Galacta is sealed out in Another Dimension where time don't work right, then it doesn't make sense for etheric resonance (topic for another post) to copy Galacta into the AUs. Aeon himself is sealed inside his own Heart Spear as part of the seal on the Jamba Heart.

It's POSSIBLE that etheric resonance could conflate Aeon and Galacta into the same guy and put him in the Clashverse but that means we have TWO GALACTAS sealed in AD and I hope you all understand why I don't exactly want to go there. Once shit starts happening out in AD, it's outside the jurisdiction of any one universe. Etheric resonance involves information being passed from one universe to another VIA the ether (the intercosmic medium that we know in canon as Another Dimension). If you're imprisoned IN the ether, that information doesn't get the chance to travel.

While I'm less weirded out by more regular characters having altselves in the altverses, Galacta's character is DEFINED by his imprisonment. It feels markedly less weird when I cook up ideas for Magolor to meet other Magolors than, say, multiple different Galacta crystals just being out there. And THAT'S because the same Galacta being summoned to so many different timelines for the same purpose is itself compelling! It feels foundational to his Vibe, especially when I focus on what's actually canon. This poor fucker gets yoinked around constantly and has no say in it. I want to give him his freedom like I do with virtually every other Kirby character but I feel like he'd suffer from an eternity of madness only curable by death on the battlefield. How the fuck does a mortal mind withstand that? No wonder Morpho took him in Guest Star

#xerx's kirby headcanon #long post #this bad boy is cut under a readmore for your convenience #kirby #galacta knight #wow this became Galacta Rant Power Hour huh #I miss him I want him back but I don't know how

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Just like that, the tides had turned.

Lillian, after having glanced back to see what Johnny had done, jumped in horror. She was sort of frozen in action, there; her hands seemed instinctively ready to move, to summon up her storm no doubt, but all was halted by the delicate tension of the situation. After all, Johnny could surely drop the rabbit faster than she could catch it; it’d be done for in an instant. So, she stayed her hand and instead brought up her voice. “Put Tuxy down, right now!” she yelled. Though her tone made Johnny flinch, he didn’t let up. He couldn’t. Rather, in retaliation, he slowly lowered the rabbit down an inch closer to the water. “Hey-! Listen, we can talk about this,” she quickly said. In an instant, her tone had changed entirely, so drastically that it was almost funny. Well, it would have been if things were very, very different.

“No!” Johnny snapped back. “W-we’re not talking about anything until you let us all go.” Though he was shaking in terror as he did it, he met Lillian eye to shattered eyehole. He was afraid—lord, was he—but there was no way in hell he was going to lose this now.

“Sure sure, of course. But first, could you please put Tuxy down?” Lillian said, running a hand through her hair. It was strange to see her genuinely anxious. “Come on, Death’s gonna kill me if anything happens to him. Sure, he won’t die, he can’t die, but- ugh! Just please?”

“Let us go first. Then I’ll put him down.”

The girl seemed to struggle for words. “Please?”

Johnny’s resolve hardened. He took in a deep, steadying breath. He was going to push this as far as it needed to go. As far as he had to take it to free them all. He wasn’t going to be shaken, not now. He was going to save them. He lowered Tuxy further, until he was dangerously close to the water. Johnny could feel the sea spray on his arm at this point, but he went even further. He was just barely above the surface at this point. The creature kicked his little legs, but it was for nothing. Even as a bit of a wave came up, clipping the tip of his fluffy white tail, Johnny didn’t budge.

Though Johnny wasn’t relenting, that was when Tuxy decided he had had enough. A screeching honk burst out of the little thing, distress evident in its tone. That wasn’t the problem, though—Johnny could manage a screaming rabbit—no; it was what started after that that shook Johnny to his very soul. The whole train began to shake, to the point that it was so violent that Johnny almost accidentally dropped Tuxy anyway. The light flickered and went dim, the storm clouds above darkening further and the morning light fading away. All were still, looking up and around in silent fear. Even Lillian had stopped everything. Even she wasn’t in control of this. Dread darkened Johnny’s spirits. What is this…?

A cold breath of air flew along Johnny’s spine, a shiver crawling after it. It went softly, slowly, drawing itself into words. A voice spoke, though not the same one he’d heard before; this one was light, almost shaky and delicate. Fragile. But it was present, not just in his mind. It sounded just behind him. “Oh, Tuxy,” it said, “look at you.” Johnny whirled around to face what it was that was speaking. He was terrified to see it was already looming over him. It was cloaked in shadow, spindly and ghost-like in its form. All light seemed blotted out around it, but all darkness did too; everything was like nothing near it. Its eyeholes, where they glanced out from within a skeletal mask and under a dark hood, were pits of the most absolute void Johnny had seen yet. They were even more lifeless than the first reaper, and even more terrible than Lillian’s. He knew then. He knew instantly what this was—who this was. All knew his name, after all. It was Death himself.

Johnny was completely still, paralyzed beneath his gaze. His arm still hung out over the edge of the dock, with Tuxy just inches away from the sea. That would probably only make things worse, what with Death, the apparent owner of the rabbit, right there, but Johnny couldn’t think to realize that; even his thoughts were deadened in the spectre’s presence. He waited in dread—for what, he didn’t know—but he waited.

After a moment, Death leaned down a bit further. Though his mask couldn’t move, he seemed to squint down at Johnny. “Well, you’re a bit of a rude young man, aren’t you? Holding Tuxy like that!” he finally said. “And you’re a silly little boy yourself, Tuxy! Always getting into these silly situations.” Not a speck of malice was in his voice. In fact, he sounded… rather silly. Almost like an old neighborhood geezer! Johnny was in shock still, but for a different reason now. “What’re you causing all this trouble for now, hm? Speak up, young man!”

Johnny could only stutter, but Lillian quickly found her own words. “All of these mortals have been causing trouble!” she said. “I’m just trying to get rid of them but they- well, he did this.”

Death, seeming surprised, straightened up. Slowly, and still bent over some, he made his way over to Lillian, who looked up at him somewhat sulkily. “Wh- why in the world are you doing that?” he exclaimed. As he did, he reached out a ghostly hand to brush over the cracks of Lillian’s mask. The damage was repaired seamlessly where it trailed, concealing all of the girl’s face once more.

She seemed eager to shrug off his hand, though. “They’re obviously alive. Alive things don’t belong on the Runaway Train,” she replied, her tone carrying the bite of a petulant, snarky teenager.

“Well don’t do that!” Death replied simply.

Lillian seemed (understandably, in all fairness) incredulous. She scoffed in disbelief. “You’re the one who put me in charge of taking care of the train in the first place!” she snapped. “I’m just doing what you told me to do!”

Death sighed and shook his head, in the manner a wise old sage would do so to a student. Well, hypothetically wise. Really, this all did make him just seem sillier and sillier. “No, no,” he said calmly. “If they’re here, the Conductor must want them to be. We shouldn’t get rid of them now.” Lillian huffed, but he ignored her. Rather, he turned to gaze around at all the other passengers. “You children better all get up to the locomotive and ask them what they want with you! They always want something.” Though Lillian opened her mouth to object again, Death silenced her by adding, “Help them along, won’t you, my dear? After all, they won’t have a chance finding their way there without someone like you! Oh, or Tuxy. Or myself, but you know, I’m very very busy.” Again, not a hint of anything other than genuine kindness was in his words; no malevolence, no bitterness, no spite. It did amaze Johnny, truly. How can Death be such a… a gentle old man?

Despite Death’s demeanor, Lillian was infuriated and baffled. It was now her turn to simply stutter. However, she put a stop to that with a terribly long, seething sigh. She crossed her arms and grumbled, in the absolute lowest of tones, “Fine.”

Pleased with her reply, Death meandered back over to Johnny. By this time, Johnny had the presence of mind to straighten up; he pushed himself up off the floor, placing Tuxy as softly as possible down into his lap. Of course, the little creature immediately calmed down. It was docile as ever, despite having been upset enough to screech for help a moment ago. Johnny kind of envied it; he still shook involuntarily as Death leaned back down to him. “That’s much better,” the dreaded spectre said. He reached a hand toward Johnny, and his heart pounded faster than ever before as he did. It was all he could do to keep himself from screaming as Death passed his palm in front of his face. After that, he didn’t have to keep himself from it any longer; that same strangling force that Anne had used on them all in the boat took hold over his soul once more, paralyzing him totally. Though it was equally as terrifying, it was much better than what he feared would happen. Even better was that this time he wasn’t stuck looking straight up. Rather, he was stuck looking just slightly up, right at Death.

Johnny didn’t feel the weight being lifted from his lap, but he did see Death straighten up with Tuxy in his arms. “You really need to fix your manners, young man,” his muffled voice said, breaking through the absolute silence that pressed on his ears. “After all, the Conductor won’t like rude guests. Crafty, though, he might like, and you seem to have that!” With those last few words, he simply faded out of view, and Johnny’s brush with Death was over.

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