#forest spirit doctor strange

[jeankluv]

Dancing in the moon || Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Words: 5k

Summary: You were the crown princess of the kingdom and he was your knight. What would you do with those feelings you both had.

Tags: angst, royalty, fluff, +18, smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (f), no use of y/n, character death no happy ending

Materialist

You had been preparing for this for a year, for the day when a suitor would present himself to your parents, the king and queen, and ask for your hand. When you were little, the idea of marriage seemed wonderful, a celebration, you in a beautiful white dress. It all sounded idyllic. But that notion began to fade as you realized you would marry someone you barely knew, interested only in your status. After all, you were the heir to the throne, and who wouldn't want to marry the future queen of the kingdom?

You sighed, looking out over the valley ahead. You had gone for a ride with your horse to clear your mind and contemplate what would happen in just a few weeks. You wished time would stand still or that you could escape through the forest and live a normal life.

“Princess.” you heard from the side.

Indeed, you hadn't gone alone, it was unimaginable for you to take two steps without someone being by your side. In this case, it was your personal knight, Satoru Gojo. He had been with you since your coming of age, personally chosen by your father for his battlefield skills.

Initially you found him annoying, you couldn't be without him anywhere and you felt like your little freedom you had before it was more nonexistent with him by your side. Over time, you grew fond of him and even came to know him better. So much so that you had developed feelings for him. At first, you didn't believe it—the symptoms were so strange that you had called the doctor more than once. It was only after your maid recounted how she met her current husband that you realized, you were in love with your knight.

And there was nothing you could do.

You nodded and gracefully rose from the place where you had been sitting. Your hand cleared your dress of the clinging blades of grass, and you proceeded to approach your horse. Satoru proffered his hand, assisting you in mounting, and the contact sent your heart into a familiar acceleration, as it had on numerous occasions.

Securing the reins, you awaited Satoru's ascent onto his own horse. With both of you prepared, the rhythmic cadence of hooves marked the commencement of your gallop back to the castle.

Upon reaching the castle, you left the horses in the stables and decided to retreat to your bedroom. You wanted to be alone for the rest of the day. Your spirits were at an all-time low.

“Princess.” Satoru's voice reached you once again.

Satoru was the only one who addressed you as “princess”, the others referred to you as “your majesty”. And you liked he was the only one using that word.

“Your father insisted on meeting with you after the ride.”

“Fine.” You grumbled.

You knew what the conversation would entail, and you were not eager to have it.

Navigating the castle's lengthy corridors, you made your way to your father's private office. A gentle knock was met with a “come in” granting you permission to enter.

“Father.” You inclined slightly before him and walked to sit in the chair across his desk. “Gojo mentioned you wanted to discuss something with me.”

Your father looked at you and nodded. “Indeed. We won't proceed with the celebration to find a fiancé.”

Part of you wanted to celebrate, but deep down, you knew it meant something else.

“A proposal has come in from a count. His second son is a bit older than you, but he comes from a noble lineage, well-educated, and is deemed a perfect match to be your future husband.” He picked up the paper in front of him. “I've discussed it with your mother, and the wedding will take place before your 20th birthday, which is in 4 months.”

No, no, no. This couldn't be true. Were you not going to have any say in this? You would marry someone you didn't know? Your dress crumpled as you clenched your fists, and you felt the inner cheek would bleed from how hard you were biting it to prevent tears.

You couldn't refuse, you had to accept it for the kingdom, for the crown, for your parents.

“Alright…” You whispered.

“Good, that's it.“

With those words, you stood up from the chair and left the office. Passing by Satoru, you started to walk, almost run, to your room, with him following closely.

Entering your room, you closed the door, leaving Satoru outside. It was then that the tears you had been holding back began to flow, and sobs filled the room.

You yearned to escape, craving freedom to decide for yourself rather than being bound by decisions that might benefit your people and kingdom. You acknowledged your selfishness, living surrounded by luxury, wealth, and power. Yet, there you were, on the floor of your room, in tears, contemplating a marriage you didn't desire.

You dragged your tired body to bed, curling up under the blankets, closing your eyes and welcoming the embrace of sleep.

When you opened your eyes again, it was deep into the night, perhaps 3 or 4 in the morning, and an absolute hush enveloped the surroundings.

You rose from your bed, grabbing a coat to shield yourself from the cold. The urge to ride your horse and lay on the grass gazing at the starlit night consumed you.

Carefully, you opened your room's door, ensuring no one was around. Satoru was absent, so stealthily and avoiding everyone, you made your way to the stables. There, you smiled at the sight of your horse.

“Hello, beauty.” You whispered, stroking its mane. “Shall we go for a ride?” The horse nodded, and you smiled again.

“Princess.”

For a moment, you froze in place. How had he found you? You hadn't seen him; he was supposed to be asleep by now.

“Why are you here?” he asked while you still had your back turned.

“Satoru…” You turned to face him.

His white hair shimmered even more in the moonlight, and his blue eyes stood out like bright stars.

“I wanted some fresh air.” You said.

“You shouldn't be here.” he stated, approaching. “It's cold here, you could get sick.” He took the coat and wrapped it around you, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I'm fine.” you insisted, taking a step back.

“Where would you like to go?” Your eyes lightened up at Satoru's question.

He knew you too well.

“Can we go see the stars, to the field where we were today?” You requested, your eyes filled with light as the thought of feeling a bit of freedom.

Satoru said nothing and turned to grab the reins of his horse. You smiled, realizing that you would indeed be heading there. The moon provided enough light for both of you to see the way and reach your destination. Once there, you dismounted from your horses and gazed up at the sky, marveling at the countless stars.

“It's beautiful.” you whispered.

“Princess.“ Satoru called you again, and you saw he had spread his cape on the ground. “This way, your neck won't hurt.” You nodded and lay down on it.

“Lie down with me, Satoru.” you requested, reaching out your hand.

“I don't think it's appropriate, princess.”

“It's just you and me, Satoru.” You pouted. “Please.”

Satoru looked around and then lay down beside you, also looking up at the stars.

You both lay there for a while, not saying anything. You could hear Satoru's breath next to you and your own heartbeat growing louder.

What would he do if you suggested running away together? Would he reject you? Take you to your parents? Step away from your side? Or maybe he would agree and run away with you? In almost the year of knowing him, it had been nearly impossible to read Satoru. He always maintained his knightly role. But according to your maids, you were the only one he smiled at, the only he would treat kindly and softly. You wanted to believe it was because you were the princess but deep down you knew it.

It was then when you began to notice those small details, and perhaps your enamored heart created an illusion, but when he looked at you, he made you feel like the only woman in the world.

Did Satoru feel the same way as you? You wanted to know, you wanted to ask if someone already occupied his heart.

“Um... Satoru.” You spoke, trying to hide the tremor in your voice.

“Mhm?” He murmured.

“Have you ever... been in love?” You sounded like a little girl.

Satoru fell silent. You wanted to turn your head to see his reaction. What kind of expression was he making? Would he think you were foolish?

“Yes…” he whispered, and you felt your heart squeeze, creating a choking sensation in your chest. “But…” He continued. “Nothing can ever come of it.”

You turned your head and saw Satoru looking at you, that feeling of being the only woman for him filling your chest again.

Satoru's hand caressed your cheek, and you closed your eyes to savor the warmth of his fingers. Why couldn't you stay like this forever? Why did you have to be the heir to the throne?

“Satoru…” you whispered. You wanted to say it. You wanted to tell him that you were in love with him. “I…”

“Princess, please don't.” He interrupted, and you opened your eyes again, met with Satoru's sad gaze. “If you say those three words, then... I won't be able to stay by your side.”

Your heart shattered. No matter what you did, you and Satoru could never have a happy ending, not even a beginning. You were a princess, and he was a knight.

“I think it's time for us to go back, princess.” Satoru said as he stood up, and the cold night air hit you.

You didn't want it to end, you wanted it to last just a little longer.

“Dance with me.” You said after standing up.

Satoru turned to look at you and tilted his head. “Princess…”

“Come on, Satoru.” You insisted. “Do it for me, please.” You pouted.

You could swear Satoru chuckled at that moment, but his hands on your waist made you lose all sense. He pulled you close, and both of you started dancing under the moon, while you hummed a song that only the two of you could hear.

As you danced, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own private moment. Satoru's touch felt comforting and electrifying at the same time, sending shivers down your spine.

The quietude amplified the unsaid words lingering between you, creating an emotional storm that crackled in the air.

“Princess…” Satoru's voice broke through the silence.

You halted, eyes locking, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. “Satoru…” You replied, your voice strained with an unspoken ache.

The dance had become a battlefield of suppressed desires and forbidden yearnings. Satoru's touch on your waist sent shivers down your spine.

“I can't offer you what you deserve.” He connected your foreheads and closed his blue eyes, his words heavy with the weight of his duty.

“Yet, you've given me something I didn't know I needed.” You replied with a heavy heart,

He pulled you closer, a mixture of desire and anguish etched on his face. “We tread dangerous grounds, my princess.”

“And what if I want to dance on the edge?” You whispered.

The moon witnessed the turmoil of unspoken confessions, aching to spill into the night air.

As you kept on dancing the growing feeling on your stomach was still there and you couldn't resist it any longer. Pulling Satoru closer, your lips met his, in a kiss. It was wrong, you knew that, you shouldn’t be doing that but you wanted to. You wanted to be able to choose by yourself. The kiss was a desperate and passionate one . It was a surrender to the emotions that had been building.

The taste of the forbidden lingered on your lips as you parted, and the air became heavy with the weight of unspoken confessions. Satoru's eyes searched for yours.

“Princess…” He whispered, his voice mixed with longing and regret.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization hit, this stolen moment could never be more than a memory..

“Satoru…” You started, your voice trembling with vulnerability. “I…”

“Princess, please.” He interrupted, his eyes pleading with you. “We can't let this go any further. It's not right. You’re a princess.”

Regret washed over you, a bitter reminder of a love that was destined to remain in the shadows. “I know.” You whispered, a single tear rolling down your cheek. “But at this moment, it felt like the right thing to do. I needed to do it.” You looked down at your feet.

“I'm sorry.” He said, the weight of his duty feeling heavy in his words.

With that, he stepped back, breaking the distance that was between you. The dance came to an end, leaving you both standing in the cold night air, caught between the echoes of that love and the reality that dictated your paths must diverge.

After that brief night, where both of you danced and shared a kiss. The distance felt to grow even bigger. Satoru had built a wall between him and you, which now seemed impossible to climb. The looks full of love were still there, but they were mixed with a pain that you knew neither of you could take away.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The days began to pass and turned into weeks, later into months and you realized that in just a few months you would be at the altar in front of a man you neither knew nor loved.

It was three weeks before the wedding when your father called you to tell you that the wedding would be postponed due to a war that had started in the north of the kingdom. Apparently the best soldiers would go to the ranks the next day and that included Satoru.

You felt a knot in your stomach. Satoru's duty was clear, but your heart couldn't help but tremble at the possibility of losing him in the war. Regardless of your positions, you approached decisively toward the zone where soldiers were preparing.

You found Satoru adjusting his armor, his gaze firm and resolute, but with a shadow of concern in his eyes. When your eyes met, an instant of complicity was shared between you two.

“Satoru…” You called out with a trembling voice, approaching him.

He turned toward you, his expression softening at the presence of the woman who had occupied his thoughts and his heart. And always would. “Your majesty.” He greeted you with a slight nod.

After that night, that dance and that kiss, Satoru stopped calling you “princess” and started to refer to you as “your majesty” and you hated it so much.

You took his hand and led him away from that zone, taking him to your room. Leaving both of you completely alone, almost isolated from the rest of the world.

“Your majesty…” He murmured with a sad look on his blue eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” You whispered with a trembling voice. “It’s just you and I, please call me princess again.” You held on to his armor and rested your forehead on the cold metal.

“Alright my princess.” He whispered, leaving a kiss on you head.

You looked up, meeting his bright blue eyes, which, as on so many occasions, looked at you as if you were the only woman for him. Making you feel much more than a princess, a goddess, the most beautiful woman, everything.

“Spend the night with me, Satoru.” You whispered.

“Princess…” He started. “I can’t… we can’t do it.”

“I don’t care Satoru, I don’t care if you are a knight and I’m a princess.” Your eyes were already filled with tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. “It’s just you and me tonight Satoru.” Your voice sounded with desperation, fear and sadness. “I love you Satoru.” You let out when the first tear started to roll down.

Satoru watched your face in silence and after a few moments he leaned towards you, kissing your tears away. “Don't cry, my princess.”

He broke away and began to strip off his armor, setting it aside. Your cheeks began to redden when you saw her athletic body before you and your body temple at the thought of what you would do that night between your sheets. You wanted it, even though you knew it was wrong.

Satoru met your gaze again and approached you. He cradled your face in his hands and pulled you close to him for a kiss. This time more desperate and passionate than the one you shared under the moon and the stars.

With clumsy steps you reached your bed and Satoru began to kiss your neck, causing a new sensation in you that made your body tremble with passion.

Satoru, who was sitting in front of you, began to undo the cord that tied your dress to take it off and leave you completely naked before him. Shame flooded you when you realized how you looked and tried to cover yourself.

“Please don’t…” Satoru held your hands and placed them to the side. “Don’t cover yourself up my princess.”

He brought his face closer to yours and began to leave wet kisses first on your neck and then on your breasts. You could feel your body heating up with every kiss Satoru left embedded in your skin.

"You are so Beautiful." I whisper against your skin. “So fucking beautiful.” She kissed your breast again, causing a moan to escape your lips. “I wish I could have you, forever. You and me alone."

“Satoru…” You shivered as his mouth began to suck on your left nipple. You never thought you could feel the way you did at that very moment.

You laid your body on the bed and closed your legs tightly before the sensation of pleasure that your lower parts were asking for. Satoru, noticing how you moved your legs trying to give yourself some pleasure, began to go down your body, leaving kisses on your abdomen and reaching your hip.

“Spread them for me, my princess.” Satoru spoke.

And you did it as he said, spread your legs in shame. A feeling full of lust and pleasure ran through your entire body when Satoru began to suck on your private part. You gripped the sheets as you bit your lower lip trying not to let any of those moans that were building up in your throat come out.

Satoru introduced his tongue into you and you felt that you reached a new peak, while his tongue ran over you with his free hand he began to play with your clitoris, making moans leave your lips this time without being able to avoid it.

“Exactly.” Satoru said. “Don’t hold down those pretty noise.”

This time, he inserted one of his fingers inside you, causing your back to curve at the new sensation. You had touched yourself before but Satoru's fingers were much longer and bigger than yours.

“Ah…” You moaned loudly when Satoru introduced another finger in you.

“You’re so wet for me, my princess.” He said taking the fingers out and sucking them. “So good.”

He introduced them back in you again while he made circles on your clitoris with his thumb. You could feel how you were approaching your limit, how you were going to reach your orgasm. Satoru whispered in your ear to make him come on his fingers like the good girl you were. So with a moan that was silenced by a kiss from Satoru you came on his fingers. Your legs trembled due to the immense pleasure that coursed through your entire body.

The air in the room had become heavy and you were completely agitated after having reached your orgasm. You watched as Satoru got out of bed and got rid of the few clothes he had left on him. The thing was not over and as you watched his figure you wondered if fate could give you a chance to extend that night.

Satoru positioned himself between your legs, his member rubbing against your entrance. You were scared, it was your first time and you knew it used to be painful.

“I will be gentle.” He whispered to your ear, leaving a kiss on your lobe. “Just tell me if it’s too much.” He said connecting your gazes. “Okay, princess?” You nodded, giving him the permission to began.

Satoru little by little began to introduce his member into your entrance and you noticed how the pain ran through your body. You hid your face in his neck, while you held onto his shoulders tightly. He stood still, letting you get use to the new feeling.

“Satoru…” You broke the silence. “Move, please.” You said looking at his eyes.

He nodded and started moving inside of you sending electric shocks throughout your body with every thrust he gave you. The pain had disappeared and the only thing you noticed now was immense pleasure and lust running through your body. You hugged his neck and pressed him closer to you, wanting him to reach even deeper inside, to fill you completely.

“Satoru.” You moaned.

“What princess?” He said with a cocky smile on his face. “What do you want me to do?”

“I…” You bite your lip when he thrust you once again. “I want it harder.”

“Harder huh?” He smiled. “But what if I hurt my dear princess?”

“I don’t care, just… just fuck me harder Satoru.” The tears of pleasure were rolling all over your face.

You felt on cloud nine when Satoru started to fuck you even harder than before. You were so close to your second orgasm of the night that you could even pass out. You felt Satoru tension and his dick getting harder than it already was. He was about to cum.

When you felt like you were about to come, Satoru grabbed you by the hips and turned you around, leaving you face down and with your ass in the air. That's when he introduced his member into you again and this time you felt it even deeper than how you had it. been doing.

“Ah…” You moaned, feeling how Satoru kept on ramming you.

He held your face and kissed you on a wet and sticky kiss which drowned out the moan you let out when you came. Satoru growled against your lips as he came too. You broke the kiss and Satoru pulled out of you and then laid you down on the bed and covered your body with kisses.

“You should take a bath, princess.” He whispered, embracing you.

“I just want to stay with you like this Satoru.” You held tightly in to his arm.

Satoru's fingers gently traced patterns on your back as you shared a quiet moment, while your hearts but in unison.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You whispered, your voice barely audible in the intimate space.

Satoru pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. “If only time would grant us that luxury.” He said testing his chin on your head.

“Satoru…” Your voice again trembling. “Promise me you will come back.” The tears were once again on the edge of falling. “I will find a way to be together.” You moved and looked into his blue eyes.

He held your hand and kissed you. “I promise, no matter what. I will find my way back to you.” He kissed you. “I love you, my princess. And we will find a way together, I won’t hesitate and be a coward this time.”

You smiled and started crying, oh how you wished time could freeze, how you wished things could be different.

With the gentle touches of Satoru on your back you fell asleep. Satoru gently disentangled himself from your embrace and I admired you for a long time, trying to remember every detail of your face knowing that that night could be the last time I saw you again.

Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, trying not to shed tears for the woman of his life.

The cold of the morning woke you up, the arms that had covered you when you went to sleep were no longer there. In bed there was only you and the memories of the night before. You stifled a sob when you realized that Satoru had left to fight for the kingdom and the uncertainty of not knowing when you would see him again began to fill your chest.

You noticed a small piece of paper on the table and with trembling fingers you reached out. Feeling the knot on your throat and your stomach you unfolded the paper and started reading.

“My dear princess,

If you are reading this it means I’m already long gone. In these lines, I try to express the inexpressible, the emotions that burn in my chest while I make the difficult decision to leave. Duty and loyalty to the kingdom call me, and although my heart would like to stay with you and flee in search of a future where we can be together, destiny calls me.

Every moment we shared has been etched in the depths of my being. Your laughter, your tears, and above all, the love we share. That night we danced under the moonlight. Everything.

I still remember the time his majesty the King ordered me to be your personal knight, I hated the idea. But I am extremely grateful that it happened.

I leave you this letter as a testament of my eternal love. Although the kilometers distance us, and the days become long, I want you to know that my heart beats only for you. I will always carry you with me, in every battle and every lonely dawn.

There are no words that can mitigate the pain of goodbye.

You are the light of my life. And I will love you in this and in each of my lives.

Yours truly,

S.G”

Loud sobs filled the room as you could barely see anything with all the tears streaming down your face. He was gone and you didn’t know when you would see him again. With a heavy heart you folded the paper once again and you kept it in a place where no one else could find it, that was only yours, Satoru's and yours.

You dried your face and put on the best of smiles to go to breakfast. You were received by your mother only and by your maids. That same day you would be assigned a new knight to escort you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was then when the days started to go by. Those days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months.

You received sporadic updates on the progress of the war. But one fateful day, a messenger arrived with news that the battle had taken a toll on the kingdom's forces. Satoru's name was not among the survivors. The weight of grief bore down on you, and the castle seemed to crumble on you when you read the list.

That day and the following days and weeks you were inconsolable. Your appetite was closed and the sleepless nights waiting and praying to the stars to return your loved one seemed to have no end.

But it didn't matter how much you prayed, how much you begged for Satoru to come back to you. The prayers were never heard and one freezing day in February the news that the war had ended and that your kingdom had won filled the halls of the castle. Filling it with joy and light, something that disappeared when you entered your room.

It was at the celebration banquet where your father announced your wedding, which would take place that spring. During that night your hands and lips were badly injured, after having been clenching your fists and biting your lip to avoid crying in front of everyone present.

The return of the heroes was celebrated, but you could only mourn the departure of your only love.

Your love was gone, and the only thing left were the memories you both shared in the shadows.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

And finally spring arrived and with it the wedding. You couldn't stop crying during the entire process where your maids were preparing you, they looked at you with sadness and pain, knowing that although you had never even said it out loud, you loved the knight Satoru and from the day you had learned about his death, a part of you had died with him.

If it was true that you met again in another life, you hoped that in that one you could have your happy ending.

“I love you Satoru.” You whispered to the air. “I will find you in our next life.”

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[jessamine-rose]

༻ Ardor of a Lover ༺

Fufufu Vampire! Pantalone based on Carmilla, anyone?? Title and last line are direct quotes from the novel ( ´ཀ` )

Tw:: yandere, blood, mention of death

When you are informed of your mysterious guest, you are absolutely thrilled. Due to the epidemic in the nearby village, your father’s new client has agreed to stay at your family manor for the duration of his business trip. The moment he steps out of his carriage, you are transfixed by the Regrator’s beauty.

As the lonely child of an aristocrat, you are eager to interact with him. Pantalone is so charming, witty, everything you could ever want in a companion! When he isn’t negotiating business with your father, he turns to you for long conversations, garden strolls, and picnics near the forest.

He is a fascinating person. In the daytime, he is quite languid, preferring to relax on the sofa or garden bench as you chat about everything under the bright sun. The night is when he comes alive. In the moonlight, he pulls you into energetic waltzes which leave you dizzy with euphoria.

He has his clingy moments, though. Once, a villager visited your estate and you would’ve greeted them if not for Pantalone’s strong grip on your hand. There are also times when he swaps his polite speech for ardent declarations. He speaks of selfish love, of bloody sacrifice, of eternity spent with you. But before you can take him seriously, he gives you an amused smile and changes the topic.

Nevertheless, his company is a blessing in the midst of the epidemic. All you know about the strange illness is that many villagers have succumbed to lethargy and died in their sleep. As for the unafflicted, many have gone missing. And you have your own health to worry about.

Lately, you’ve been having nightmares. Every few nights, you are woken up by what feels like two needles piercing your chest. The pain is fleeting, followed by the sight of a bloody figure standing over your bed—sometimes a monstrous beast, other times an unidentifiable human. Then you faint or the figure disappears, and you wake up to a peaceful sunny morning. With no evidence, you are told that it must be a dream.

But how can that be? Since the first nightmare, tiny bruises have been appearing on your chest. You’ve begun to feel more lethargic with each tortured night. The same can be said for your father, your only living relative, whose health is declining at an alarming rate. The doctors can’t think of any diagnosis or cure.

You tell Pantalone to leave for his own safety, but he instead promises to stay by your side. There is nothing to fear, darling. You will recover eventually, and how could he leave you to your paranoia? The two of you shall be one forever.

"Seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”

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[princess-of-thebes-1995]

A New Life

Two Shot. Part 1.

Yandere! Neteyam Sully x Human! Reader x Loak Sully.

It was hard to believe your eyes as you stared blankly of the funeral rituals of the Ocean Navi.

That's right. The funeral of your Mate. Or in human regulations. Your late husband. Neteyam Sully. The mighty warrior who sacrificed his life for the safety of his siblings.

Once more.

And it got him killed at a young age.

Barely an adult.

Almost a father.

You were expecting his first half breed child. You made history as the first human to soon soon birth a new specimen.

Remembering when Neteyam was alive, he told you how he wanted unlimited children with you. One after another. Year after year.

His own clan.

That made you cringe. Earth was dying and needed resources. Vegetation and natural food especially was in dire need. As a doctor to study edible plants. Steal them and grow them in Earth. But, fate had other plans. You must have caught the attention of Neteyam. Perhaps because you can breath the Pandora air without a mask. Your mutant genes made you exceptionally healthy and beautiful.

You never expected you would commit beastiality with your kidnapper.

Neteyam was kind to you. But, he got fed up with your attitude and rebelliousness to run away. So, he would reluctantly beat you.

As expected, he broke your spirit. And eventually, you became pregnant with his baby.

Neteyam knew you wouldn't abandon or hate any child of yours no matter who the father was. He took advantage.

You couldn't go back to the RDA. Your baby will go to the scientists and studied and imprisoned for the rest of its miserable life.

No. That is cruel.

And if you did leave your child with Neteyam, he will be bullied by the other Navis and your parents will disown you for bringing disgrace upon the family once they find out.

The thought of your child being motherless and a freak will cause it to have mental illness and sadness. You didn't want that. The love you had for your weird child made you stop attempting to leave your capturer.

You bitterly bid good bye to Earth.

Your new life began. Like an empty shell, you let Neteyam thrust into you. You responded to his kisses and closed your eyes. Pretending he was someone else to moan.

Neteyam was no fool. He wanted you to naturally love him and forgive him.

He was mean to you. But, you were mated with him by the decree of the Great Mother.

You told him that you were hated by many. Women out of envy. And the men tried to use you for carnal desires only.

Neteyam tried to tell you he loves you despite being a foreigner and odd. But, you were betrayed before and had trust issues. You were so stupid. Neteyam rolled his eyes. Screw it. He beat you and ignored the pain in his heart.

Then finally, he tamed you in your womb.

When his father's enemies came back as Navis, of course, he made you come with him to the ocean tribes.

He could say good bye to his friends and Grandma but not you or his future unborn child.

Neteyam had it worst than the others in his family. His mate was a demon.

Protecting you was harder than he did in the forest. He was no longer the son of the chief. But, a normal citizen.

No respect.

As the months dragged, Neteyam watched you swell more.

You wished either you and your baby die or him.

God answered your prayers. But... Some strange reason... You weren't happy he was dead

In fact, you wished you died with him.

What have you become?

#avatar #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #navi #pandora #loak sully #loak

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 2 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Scratchman

Synopsis

The Doctor, Harry and Sarah Jane Smith arrive at a remote Scottish island, when their holiday is cut short by the appearance of strange creatures — hideous scarecrows, who are preying on the local population. The islanders are living in fear, and the Doctor vows to save them all. But it doesn't go to plan — the time travellers have fallen into a trap, and Scratchman is coming for them.

With the fate of the universe hanging in the balance, the Doctor must battle an ancient force from another dimension, one who claims to be the Devil. Scratchman wants to know what the Doctor is most afraid of. And the Doctor’s worst nightmares are coming out to play...

Propaganda

this is very good (anonymous)

The Scarlet Empress

Synopsis

Arriving on the almost impossibly ancient planet of Hyspero, a world where magic and danger walk hand in hand, the Doctor and Sam are caught up in a bizarre struggle for survival.

Hyspero has been ruled for thousands of years by the Scarlet Empresses, creatures of dangerous powers — powers that a member of the Doctor's own race is keen to possess herself: the eccentric time traveller and philanderer known only as Iris Wildthyme.

As the real reasons for Iris's obsession become clear, the Doctor and Sam must embark on a perilous journey across deserts, mountains, forests and oceans. Both friends and foes are found among spirits, djinns, alligator men and golden bears — but in a land where the magical is possible, is anything really as it seems?

Propaganda

features my favourite couple of all time, a giant spider and a cyborg who fall in love and fuse into one giant ice spider robot. and they were both girls (it is also a beautiful story about stories themselves and the regulars are at their best) (anonymous)

#round 2

[mama-qwerty]

Lost and Found - Chap 1

Okay, so in the spirit of full transparency, this is entirely inspired by @appendingfic story Anywhere But Here, in which Tails is adopted by Wade. I’m feeling really self-indulgent lately, so I thought, “What if Knuckles were adopted by Callie instead of the Wachowskis?”

And thus, here we are.

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“Bring it in!”

“Yay, hugs!”

Knuckles watched from the side as the fox and hedgehog leaned in for a hug from the two humans. Each participant wore a happy smile, as relief from a positive ending flooded over them. Robotnik had been defeated, the giant robot destroyed. The chaos emeralds Sonic had used to stop the mad doctor were now dispersed to unknown locations across this strange planet.

The danger was over. The doctor gone. Lives had been saved.

And yet, he was not content.

A pull at the back of his mind made him turn, and he stared at the shattered remains of the Master Emerald. Tiny green shards of crystal lay in a heap near the battered hulk of the vehicle the humans had been driving as they rescued Sonic.

It was gone. His life’s quest. The only thing that gave him purpose. Gave him a reason to keep moving. Keep fighting. The one thing that was supposed to restore the honor of his fallen tribe. Gone. Shattered. Lost. It was lost.

He had lost.

The echidna turned back to the little group, and let out a long sigh through his nose. They laughed and exchanged more hugs, and the humans seemed especially relieved that Sonic was safe. A happy ending for them, it would seem.

Not so for him.

They didn’t even seem to notice him missing.

He supposed it was fitting. What was he to them, after all? An adversary? A reluctant ally? Something else? Even he wasn’t sure of his status to any of the others. His place in this world, or their lives. He was a warrior, proud and brave, and had been since his tribe fell. It was all he knew.

Yet, now, he felt embarrassed and ashamed. He was the one who had led the madman known as Robotnik back to this planet. To the Master Emerald. He was the cause of all that had happened. Had he simply left Robotnik on the mushroom planet, the Master Emerald would still be hidden and intact, and this town would not be partially destroyed.

His blind pursuit of that gem had caused so much trouble. Not just here, not just for the people of this town, this planet, but in his entire journey to get here. Finding the Emerald was all he had wanted. All that had mattered. Everything he’d done as he searched had been justified as necessary to complete his quest.

Now he wondered just how righteous his actions truly were.

The hedgehog and others separated now, and spoke quietly between themselves. Knuckles didn’t have to hear what they said to know the context. The danger was over, and now it was time to determine what’s next.

Sonic seemed to have a home here, with the humans. Knuckles didn’t know the fox, but had no doubt the others would see to his safety. He seemed a smart child, with much bravery. His distraction in the robot had been invaluable to allow Knuckles the chance to separate the Master Emerald from Robotnik.

Thought of the Emerald made Knuckles look back once more at the broken gem. There was still that feeling in the back of his mind, that pull, but he ignored it as nothing more than the fading remnant of his life-long quest. He’d spent so long looking for the Emerald, it was hard to believe it was gone. He’d never even had a chance to actually take it into his own hands.

His people’s legacy, their destiny. Gone. All because of him.

With another sigh, Knuckles turned and ran into the forest surrounding the town. He thought he heard the hedgehog calling his name, but ignored it. With no portal rings, Knuckles was stuck here. And he was sure he would not be welcomed, or comfortable, in the company of those he had attacked just hours before.

So Knuckles the Echidna ran. Into the forest, into the trees that reminded him so much of his home. Of his village. His tribe.

He had failed his heritage. Failed the single most important quest of his tribe. And in doing so, had brought even more dishonor to his people.

Tears burned his eyes, and he blinked them away as he ran faster.

~X~X~X~

“Where’s he going?” Sonic asked, taking a few steps in the direction Knuckles had gone. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

He pulled back in preparation to run when a hand fell on his shoulder. Looking up, Sonic found Tom going to one knee next to him.

“Maybe you oughta let him go, bud,” the sheriff said, glancing in the direction the echidna had fled. “Maybe he needs some time alone.”

Sonic shook his head. “But he’s been alone all his life. Ever since that day back on my planet. He doesn’t have to be alone now. He shouldn’t be alone now.”

“He’s a warrior, Sonic,” Tails said, pulling his backpack from beneath some rubble. “Maybe he likes being alone. He’s been on his own for a long time, taking care of himself. Maybe . . . maybe he doesn’t really know how to be with others anymore.”

Sonic looked between the fox and Tom, before turning back to scan the trees for any sign of the echidna. He could see where they were coming from—he himself didn’t know Knuckles all that well in all honesty—and it was possible the older boy really didn’t want to ‘join the family’ so to speak. Maybe the echidna really was better off on his own. He’d been on the run for a long time, and going from ‘tough warrior fighting for his life’ to ‘family time’ might not be something he was capable of, or even interested in.

Still . . . something poked at the back of Sonic’s mind. The sadness he’d heard in Knuckles’ voice when he spoke of his father. The look on his face back on the island, after Robotnik had stolen the Emerald. The way he had eagerly joined Sonic and Tails and worked together to fight. It really felt to Sonic that Knuckles wanted that connection. That sense of belonging.

But if that were the case, why had he run away?

The hedgehog heaved a sigh, and shook his head. “I guess I can’t force him to stay if he doesn’t want to. I just hope he’ll be okay.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Tails said as he walked over to the pile of Emerald shards. He passed his electric device over them, and furrowed his brow. “These shards seem to still be emitting some chaos energy. Strange.”

“We can’t just leave them here, then,” Sonic said, hands on hips. “We’ll take them with us. Keep ‘em safe.”

“Right.” Tails carefully scooped the shards into his backpack, making sure to collect each and every one.

“Right!” Maddie called, clapping her hands together. “I think after all this excitement, we’re due some food and ice cream!”

“YES!” Sonic cried, pumping a fist into the air. “I’m starving!”

“Off we go then,” Tom said, herding his family toward town.

~X~X~X~

Knuckles sighed as he made another loop around the town, well-hidden within the trees of the forest surrounding it. He’d lost count of how many times he’d circled the place in the two days since the Robotnik fight. Getting his bearings. Watching from the shadows.

Many large black vehicles moved in and out of town, as a group of humans dressed in black uniforms disassembled and removed the giant robot Robotnik had created with the Master Emerald. He didn’t know who they were, but the feeling he got around town was even the other humans weren’t happy they were there. These new humans behaved a little like warriors, but seemed more interested in keeping secrets than protecting the weak.

Knuckles made sure to avoid them.

In his numerous circuits around town, he’d come to know what places to avoid. One property on the south side had a number of barking animals, who would growl and snap whenever he moved past. To the north was an old man, whose metal home was surrounded by traps of all kinds. Dealing with these two areas was more trouble than they were worth, so Knuckles simply gave each property a wide berth as he passed them.

To the west was the home of Sonic. The large hole Knuckles had caused in the back of the house, as well as the destroyed shed and fence, all dredged up feelings of guilt and embarrassment. What a fool he’d been. Not only for trusting some strange human he’d found on another planet, but also for attacking the hedgehog without warning. Hardly an honorable way for a warrior to behave. But he’d been so blinded by the possibility of his quest finally coming to an end, of finding the Master Emerald, he’d reacted without thinking. It seemed a trait he’d developed during his travels. A bad habit.

Now it would seem the humans taking care of Sonic had taken the fox in as well. He’d seen them outside, cleaning the damage he’d caused, during his numerous passes. His heart had clenched slightly at the sight. While Knuckles was glad the fox had found a safe place, the fact that he had no place to similarly call his was like a knife in his heart. He had no home, or way off this planet.

But then again, where would he go if he could leave? Back to his empty village? Return to roaming the galaxy, where any fighter eager to make a name for themselves would challenge him? He’d gained quite the reputation as the ‘most dangerous warrior in the galaxy’, and, for better or for worse, that would follow him wherever he went. Essentially paint a target on his back. He would never be able to lower his guard. Ever.

Being stuck on a backwater planet where no one knew him was actually preferable to a life of endless fighting. Especially now, when his reason for fighting was no more.

So he kept moving. Making countless circles around this isolated town.

On the east side of town sat a house that he found himself drawn back to, time and time again. The property itself wasn’t significant in any way—it looked to Knuckles like most other houses on the outskirts of town—but the occupant drew his attention. A woman with long red hair, nearly the same color as his own fur. He’d seen her outside in the evenings, humming to herself. He didn’t recognize the melody, but the feel of the song, as well as the serene surroundings he found himself in, reminded him of his childhood. Of the women of his village, singing as they performed the daily chores.

Sitting in the trees hugging his knees to his chest, watching as her red hair shone in the fading sunlight, hearing her soft hum as she moved around her garden or sat on her deck . . . it all made him terribly homesick. He missed his home. His family. His tribe. He hadn’t given himself the luxury of thinking about it in his travels, but now, when he had nothing but time on his hands, he realized how lonely he was.

Knuckles closed his eyes, letting her music wash over him.

Sometimes it helped him forget where he was. Sometimes, it made him feel like that child he once was, watching the warriors of his village train. Watching his father stand tall as he instructed the others. He remembered the feeling of pride, of excitement as he thought of when it would be his turn to join them. His turn to become a noble warrior of his tribe. He had been too young then. His father had told him that next planting would be his time to start his warrior’s journey. And Knuckles had been so impatient to start. To be like his papa.

And then they’d gotten word of the owl warrior’s location. Nearly the entire tribe had gone to do battle. None had returned. He’d gone to investigate when a full day had passed, and found evidence of a battle, but nothing else.

No one else.

He was the last. The absolute last of his kind. When he finally went to the Great Battlefield in the Sky, would anyone remember him? Miss him? Or would that simply mean the great echidna warriors his people had been would be regulated to a footnote in history? A subject of myth and legends. A people spoken about in passing, as though they were simply folklore and not real individuals who’d had dreams and lives of their own.

The thought saddened him. No one would remember. He’d made a name for himself in his short life as a warrior, the most dangerous in the galaxy. But was that truly how he wanted to be remembered? The echidna were an honorable and proud people. They fought for a purpose. Not for fun. For thrills. For notoriety. He’d done things he wasn’t proud of in the name of his people’s quest. Had he inadvertently tarnished the echidnas honor in his desire to finish the one quest they held most dear?

He huffed a breath through his nose and lowered his forehead to his knees. Too many thoughts. They were too big. Too powerful. It hurt his heart to think that the mighty echidna line would end with him. Dishonored. Forgotten. Alone.

With a soft grunt, Knuckles abruptly stood and moved through the trees. Sitting still let his mind wander and ruminate over things he couldn’t change. Couldn’t control.

But he could control his body. His focus. So he walked, starting yet another lap around the town.

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The sound of something moving through the trees near her house drew Callie’s attention, and she turned, squinting into the darkness. Whatever it was sounded bigger than a squirrel, but not large enough to be a bear. (Thank goodness.) But still, it sounded . . . heavy. Solid. And its gait sounded bipedal. Like a person.

She’d heard this a few times over the past couple days, and in the beginning, it freaked her out a little bit. Living away from town was nice in some ways—it was quieter, and she could see the stars better—but in terms of safety, it was a toss up. She’d never had a problem with burglars or intruders, but the wildlife could be a bit . . . well, intrusive. One particular raccoon seemed to have crowned himself king of her deck and she’d had to give him a good swat of ‘encouragement’ to hit the bricks with the business end of her broom on numerous occasions.

But this newcomer was odd. It made no sound or calls that she could determine, and its bipedal nature was strange. She supposed it could be some person wandering through, but it had been a few days and it was still out there. And she didn’t exactly live in the heart of town—if it were some hitchhiker or backpacker, they would have had to take quite the detour off the main road to get to her property in the first place. And why stick around?

And there was something else.

She never really got a good look at whatever it was that was stalking

(no, don’t say stalking, that’s just too creepy)

visiting her, but she did manage to get a brief glimpse of the thing moving around. It appeared to stand upright, and had what looked like red fur. She caught a flash of white as well, which swung back and forth as the . . . well, whatever it was, moved.

Now Callie listened as the strange something moved away, the sound of snapping branches and crunching leaves fading into the distance. Despite the understandably off-putting feeling of being watched, she didn’t really feel like she was in any danger. If the thing wanted to hurt her, it would have by now.

Well, that was the theory she was going with, anyway. It seemed logical and left her mind at ease instead of running like a runaway train with visions of being torn limb from limb by some rabid mountain lion.

Uttering a thoughtful hum, the redhead headed back inside her house, thoughts of supper overtaking the curiosity of her strange visitor.

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The next morning, Callie sat before her computer at the front desk of the Green Hills library. Her mind wandered back to her mysterious visitor, as it did more often as the days wore on. Something about it, and the very tiny glimpse she’d caught of it, poked at the back of her mind.

As if the universe were tossing her a bone, Sonic and Tails walked through the front doors then. The little fox carried the books he’d checked out just a few days ago, a little smile on his face.

“Hey, little man,” she greeted, leaning on the counter as the kit placed the books there. “You can’t be done with those already.”

“They were so interesting!” the boy cried, a wide smile on his muzzle. “C-can I look at some more?”

“Of course!” Callie said with a smile, waving him toward the science section. “They’re not here just to look pretty. Have at it, kiddo.”

The kit gave a happy squeal and zipped down the aisle. Sonic smiled and gave his head a little shake while following, before Callie held a hand out to him.

“Hang on, Sonic. Can I talk to you sec?”

The blue boy paused, a questioning look on his face. “Sure. What’s up?”

“You said you had help bringing down Robotnik? Another boy . . . what was his name?”

Sonic’s face fell slightly at that, and the redhead wondered if she’d hit a nerve somehow.

“Knuckles the Echidna. At first he was helping Robotnik, but only because Eggman had lied to him. When he found out he was tricked, he helped us get the Master Emerald away from Captain Crazypants and save the town.”

“He didn’t happen to be red, did he?”

The hedgehog blinked, an eyebrow raising. “How did you know that?”

“I think he may be skulking around in my trees, for whatever reason.”

A combination of shock and excitement lit Sonic’s face. “He’s still here?? I thought he left!”

The librarian shrugged. “I’m not completely sure it’s him, but there’s some . . . thing wandering around in my part of the forest the past few days. If it is him, any idea what he’s doing?”

“Not a clue. He ran off right after the Robotnik fight.”

Callie gave a little hum as she absorbed this information, just as Tails came around the bookshelf, two new books in his arms, and his ears flicked back. The redhead cocked an eyebrow at him. She may not know a lot about these specific creatures, but she knew a look of anxiety when she saw one.

“What’s with the ears, kiddo? Something wrong?”

The kit flicked his eyes to Sonic, before ducking his head a little. “Knuckles can be dangerous. Be careful if he’s hanging around your house.”

“Dangerous?”

Sonic turned to the kit, his brows furrowed. “Tails, he helped us take down Robotnik. He’s not a bad guy.”

“He’s the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy, Sonic,” Tails said, returning the furrowed brow. “You don’t know the stories I’ve heard about him.”

The hedgehog waved a dismissive hand. “Oh those types of stories are usually 10% truth and 90% exaggeration. Trust me.”

Tails frowned, dropping his new books on the counter. “One story says he single-handedly took on an entire army and toppled a kingdom.”

Sonic rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. You really think that’s possible?”

“Another says he took down a giant monster, twenty times his size.”

“Meaning it was probably only about twice his size.”

The kit grit his teeth, obviously frustrated Sonic wasn’t taking this seriously. “He challenged the reigning champion in a gladiator type of death match and WON.”

Sonic paused. “Okay, that one’s probably true.”

Callie had been watching this back and forth like a tennis match, and now held up her hand. “Okay, hold on. Is this kid dangerous or not? I don’t want some aggressive space echidna wandering around my yard.”

The hedgehog pulled his lips tight, casting his eyes to the side as he thought. “I guess, if you wanna get technical, he has the potential of being dangerous. When Robotnik made him attack me, he punched me right through a couple walls of my house. He’s strong. Like, Incredible Hulk strong.”

“And angry,” Tails added, his namesakes curling around him. “He always looks like he’s angry.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that one,” Sonic said, nodding. “Dude’s one big ball of rage.”

“But he helped you when he realized he was on the wrong side, right?” Callie asked, crossing her arms before her. “When it was clear Robotnik used him?”

Sonic nodded. “He seemed really upset that Robotnik had lied to him. I think he blamed himself for leading Eggman to the Master Emerald.”

Tails tilted his head to the side. “He did seem pretty determined to get the Emerald away from Robotnik.”

Callie chewed her cheek as she thought about this. Assuming the mysterious being wandering her woods was this Knuckles kid, he sounded . . . unpredictable. He could be dangerous. He was incredibly strong. He may or may not have anger issues.

She wasn’t sure she liked what she was hearing.

“What’s his connection to this Master Emerald?” she asked, brow furrowed. “Seems like he was pretty intent on finding it. Why?”

Sonic sighed. “Long story short, a long time ago his people used the M.E. to cause trouble, and the Owl Warriors fought them to take it back. The owls hid it on Earth to keep it out of the echidna’s hands, and the echidna fought the owls for generations to find it. Knuckles said it was their ‘destiny’ to get it back and restore their honor.”

“Woof,” Callie said, cringing. “That’s a pretty big responsibility for a kid. Where’s the Emerald now?”

“It shattered during the fight,” Tails said with a shrug. “We’ve got the pieces at home, but . . .” He shrugged again. “It’s gone.”

“Double woof. That’s gotta hurt.”

“Can you call me next time you see him?” Sonic said, giving her puppy-dog eyes. “I really need to talk to him.”

Callie pulled her lips into a tight line. “I dunno, Sonic. I’d think if he wanted to talk to you he’d find you himself. This isn’t exactly a big town.”

“C’mon, please Cal? The guy’s all alone here. He needs a friend.”

The hedgehog’s pleading look didn’t normally work so effectively on her, but right now, when the well-being of another kid hung in the balance, it seemed more powerful. Callie gave a little sigh and rolled her eyes.

“Alright. I’ll let you know if I see him again.”

Sonic pumped a fist into the air before pulling it back to his chest. “Yes,” he hissed, and flashed her a wide smile. “I swear he’s not a bad guy. A little angry, a bit gullible, but overall he does what he thinks is right.”

“Uh huh. I’ll take that under advisement.” Callie turned to Tails. “You ready to check out, little floof?” The kit nodded, a small smile on his lips. “Okay then. Let’s get you on your way.”

Tails checked out his books, while Sonic programmed his number into Callie’s cell. The librarian wasn’t sure how her evening would go, but she anticipated a little confrontation with the echidna who may or may not be roaming around her trees.

#sonic fanfiction #knuckles the echidna #sonic the hedgehog #my writing #callie macpherson #knuckles macpherson #tails the fox #sonic movie 2

[mystical-sleepy-musings]

INTRODUCTION TO MYSTIC

My main fictotype is Dream of the Endless from the Sandman

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👾Just a Russian, clairaudient, Otherkin/Fictokin on a journey with my patron Morpheus👾

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🛑NOTE: I am a bit scared of fire, so lighting candles is kinda off the table (for now). aromatherapy(incense and diffusion) is no problem, though cause the flame in incense is inside a metal container, so it won't go crazy and it's not as visible 🛑

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👾Spirituality👾

Hellenistic Paganism/Demonolator

Deities

Morpheus (Greek God of Dreams)(Patron)

Icelus (Greek God of Nightmares)

Cernunnos (Celtic Horned God of Liminality)

King Hades(Greek God of The Underworld)

Lady Nyx(Greek Goddess of Night)

Lord Thanatos(Greek God of Death)

Lord Abaddon(Fallen Angel of The Abyss)

King Asmodeus(Demon of Lust and Wrath)

Prince Stolas(Demon of Astronomy and Herbs)

Marquis Andrealphus(Demon of Astronomy and Geometry)

👾Beliefs👾

Pantheist and Neo-platonist with a bit of animism(spirituality)

Luciferian ( morality)

Ethical and Existential Nihilism

Pessimist(Outlook on Life)

Relativism

Agnostic on some things tho

👾Practices👾

💤=Main Focus

Alignment: Left-hand path

Divination(Oneriomancy,Tarot,Pendulum(💤)

Demonology and Demonolatry(💤)

Deity work and worship(💤)

Dreamwork (💤)

Astral work(Astral projection, Clairs)(💤)

Chthonic Magick

Shadow Work

Baneful Magick(💤)

Interested in Astrology

Interested in Green witchcraft

Interested in Cosmic Magick(Moon and Planetary)

Interested in Death magick

👾Zodiac Signs 👾

♓Pisces 3rd decan Sun♓

♑Capricorn Moon♑

♏️Scorpio Ascendant ♏

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👾Info👾

👾Names you can call me👾

Morpheus, Moop, Dream(Preferred), Mystic(Preferred)

👾Orientation👾

Asexual Panromantic

👾Gender👾

Nonbinary/Gendervoid

👾Myers Briggs👾

INTJ-NT

👾Kintypes/Alterhumanity👾

(ALL IN ORDER FROM MOST TO LEAST PROMINENT)

Key

💀=NO DOUBLES

✨️=Spiritual kinship

👁=Self ID/ones I use to refer to as "me"

The rest are psychological or unknown

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Fictotypes

Dream of The Endless(The Sandman)(MY MAIN ONE(💀)(✨️)(👁)

Stolas(Helluva Boss)(👁)(💀)

Doctor Strange(Marvel)(relaxed on doubles with this one due to the second movie)(✨️)(👁)

Alastor(Hazbim hotel)(💀)(👁)(🌒)

Lord Sesshomaru(Inuyasha)(💀)(✨️)(🌒)

Nightmare(Marvel)(Very Canon Divergent)(💀)(✨️)(🌒)

Octavia(Helluva Boss)(💀)(✨️)(🦄)

Princess Luna(My Little Pony)

Sera(Hazbin Hotel)(✨️)

Twilight Sparkle(My Little Pony)

Jareth The Goblin King(Labyrinth)

Lord Shen(Kung Fu Panda)(🌒)

Lapis Lazuli(Steven Universe)

Giratina(pokemon)

Zoroark(Pokemon)

Louise(Bobs Burgers)(🦄)(🌒)

Undertaker(Black Butler)

Kintypes/Theriotypes

Demon(Avianoid black colored demon with multiple eyes on body, wings and face, has antlers and six wings/Fallen Seraphim) (✨️)(👁)

Eldritch/Void/Nightmare(✨️)(👁)

Corvid(Crows/Ravens/Magpies/Jays)(✨️)(👁)

Fallen Angel(Seraphim)(connected closely to my demonkintype)(✨️)

Dragon(Feathered Storm with antlers)(✨️)

Werewolf/Wolf

Jersey Devil

Barn owl(✨️)

Norwegian Forest Cat(Silver/Grey colored)

Indian Peafowl(✨️)

Sighthound(Saluki, Borzoi or Silken Windhound)

Copinglinks

Rick Sanchez(Rick and Morty)(🌒)

Angel Dust(Hazbin Hotel)

Regan Ridley(Inside Job)

Steven Universe(Steven Universe: Future)

Tempest Shadow(My Little Pony)

Synpaths

Edward Scissorhands(Edward Scissorhands)

Spirit(Spirit Stallion of the Cimarron)

Discord(My Little Pony)

👾Other things I like👾

Psychedelic music and art

Books

Heavy metal(Doom metal mostly)

Classic vinyl

Birds

Magic and the occult

Blue, purple and Black

Dreams and anything to do with sleep

Greek mythology

Astronomy

Dragons

Ancient History

Philosophy

Liminal Spaces

Plants

Anything Gothic or Dark

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As you can see, my alignments when it comes to deities are on the Chthonic and darker side of the coin. They are wonderful but hold many mysteries. secretiveness is quite common (Lord Thanatos, I'm looking at you!), but it is because they hold the hidden and primordial dark knowledge of subconscious fears, changes, and visions. I trust my intuition and rely on it greatly

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“𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖓;

𝕺𝖋 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍'𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓:

𝕿𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔' 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊;

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔' 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍'𝖉 𝖎𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘.”

“𝕺𝖋 𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘'𝖉,

𝕬𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙.

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔' 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖛'𝖗𝖞, 𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘'𝖉

𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋𝖋𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙.”

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#intro post #witchcraft #purple #deity work #paganism

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

Wip Master List

All of my wips, both main and those I only talk about briefly, all in one place. Hope any of them will pique your interest !

( Links will be added and updated as I go )

To The End : ( Eng ) Questioning Reality, The Indifferent Cruelty of the Universe vs. The Indomitable Human Spirit, Found Family

When their timelines entwine, Samir, Eric, Thea, and Asher find themselves with the greatest friends of their lives. Never would they have imagined their friendship broke the laws of the Universe. With the Keepers —powerful deities that weave the fabric of reality from the timelines— watching their every move the four friends have to work quickly if they wish to escape their grasp. Something they’ve done over, and over, and over, and over again. And it’s starting to take its toll.

Wip Intro | Playlist | Tag

The Neon Trilogy : ( Eng ) Found Family, Humanity, Chosen One

André’s eyes are weird. Everybody knows that. They’ve been changing colors for his entire life, and what started as brown eventually became violet. The doctors have diagnosed it as chroma flux, a rare eye condition wherein the iris changes its color every so often. So when André’s eyes one day become a vibrant pink, life simply goes on as normal. However, that changes when it’s soon discovered that André’s blood has taken on the same color. And even glows. Not long after he’s targeted by strange Alien creatures, claiming him to be both a savior and a doomsday machine. Which one it is? No one seems to have the answer. And André might break before he ever finds out, desperate to figure out who he can trust.

Wip Intro | Playlist | Tag

Realm of Mirrors : ( Eng ) Dark Academia, Body Horror, Loss of Innocence

In the coastal town of Grimmvik, six friends find themselves wrapped up in the mysteries surrounding the old castle up on the cliffs. With ghosts roaming the halls, reflections acting on their own, and rooms that seem to breathe and have a pulse. At first it’s a thrill. Excitement filling their veins as they sneak out in the dead of night to catch glimpses of these unexplained phenomena. That is until they discover the dungeons. Where a shrine for an old and grand mirror rests, whispering their names. What once was nothing but fun and games turns to life and death as Grimmvik’s dark history is revealed. And they’re much more involved than they could ever imagine.

Wip Intro | Playlist | Tag

Gammellunden ( A Beauty and the Beast gender-swapped retelling ) : ( Eng ) Soulmates, Monster-Human Romance, Curses

In the inlands of Sweden lies Gammellunden, a massive land of dense forests and clear waters that breathes pure magic. It is a place no human ever enters, for it’s the home of the urroa; large beasts with skin as rough as stone and antlers like the branches of oak trees. Stories have traveled through generations, cautionary tales of the beasts to keep humans far away from the border.  Ruben Hylén is very familiar with these morbid tales, but that doesn’t stop his curiosity, and one day he crosses the border. Stumbling upon an urroa in the middle of her bloody feast, neither has any clue of what Gammellunden has in store for them.

Wip Intro | Playlist | Tag

The Wayward Carnival : ( Eng ) Prophecies, Cults, Divinity

What kind of teens wouldn’t love to find a magical carnival that never closes and only responds to them? With endless food and drinks and spectacular shows, providing an otherworldly experience that leaves you in euphoric drunkenness.  Though all good things eventually come to an end, for the battle of the carnival has been foretold in ancient prophecies. And nothing is quite like it seems. Not even the carnival itself.

Wip Intro | Playlist | Tag

The Garden of Corpses : ( Eng/Swe ) Cottagegore, Magic schools, Morality

As you get older, your magic begins to solidify into an affinity — From sacred bonds with animals to the divine light from above. It is then you go to attend one of many schools specialized to train your kind of affinity. One such school is Liegården, one of Sweden's oldest schools for Elementals. This is where Isak, Heidi, Janan, Alejandra, and Nils find themselves in late August one year. Ready to learn everything they can about their powers, and maybe make life-long friends at the same time. Their plans quickly change, however, as something strange begins to take root within them, and a long-forgotten form of magic makes itself known once again.  With rotting corpses resting in the forests, a conspiracy brewing within the school’s faculty, and a primal hunger steadily growing, the five friends must work quickly to uncover the secrets of the elemental. Lest they too be left to decay in the gardens.

Wip Intro | Playlist | Tag

The Divine : ( Eng ) Magical boys, Fond Family, Mental health

When danger lurks on the horizon, far greater than any Human or Calidrim can handle, Kayara awakens the Wielders —powerful warriors carrying the combined force of light and darkness— to defend the worlds.   And so, five boys must learn to navigate school and their personal lives while also keeping the worlds safe from monsters, cultists, and an approaching deity of chaos.

Wip Intro | Playlist | Tag

Ode to an Angel : ( Eng ) Family, Expectations, Doomed at birth

Kit Kumar, the oldest child of Jashi and Maia, the greatest friend you’ll ever have, a musical genius, and the biggest anomaly known to the Angelic.  Being born the fifth child to a fated quartet, many believe Kit to be a bad omen, and thus their birth tainted what else would’ve been an honor and a blessing. And as the coronation of Kit’s siblings approaches, the Kumar family’s dedication and loyalty is tested one last time.

Not a main wip

All The stars Are Watching ( Part of the Chimeran Universe ) : ( Eng ) Mental Health, Cults, Body Horror

Life, Light, and Magic. These three elements lay the very foundation of both the universe and reality itself. Elements that can be found in every living creature. Life lets you breathe, Light lets you see, but Magic is only for a few. Few known as Chimeras. They look just like normal Humans and for their own safety that's what they pass as in public.  But just because Magic is a natural part of their everyday life doesn't mean strange occurrences are any less strange.   On the first day of her new school, Vega Dahl breaks the first rule; don’t talk to Leo Holm. A rule they themselves have enforced over the years. Surprisingly, they end up in an unlikely friendship. However, things quickly take a turn for the worst as strange people appear seemingly out of nowhere, and they seem to be after Vega. For reasons no one seems to know. Could it be because she's a Chimera?

Not a main wip

En Väktares Saga ( A Guardians Tale ) : ( Swe ) Mental Health, Found Family, Cosmic Horror

A group of teens wants nothing but to fit in. To be accepted or left alone. To heal or to damage. What none wanted was to have the fate of the entire universe placed on their frail shoulders. It seems innocuous enough at first; learn to control and master their new elemental abilities, and once they’ve outgrown their mortal bodies enter the Astral plane. Where they’ll guard the gates to the universe. Simple. Well, not when you take the God of the universe into consideration. Hellbent on revenge there is only one thing she needs; for them to submit and let her back in. A goal that involves their seemingly endless torment.

Not a main wip

Häxkonst och Alkemi ( Witchcraft and Alchemy ) : ( Swe ) Magic Society, Body Horror, Accidental Chosen One

Thrusted into the world of the Magical, Felix, Elias, Lukas and Jonathan try their best to adapt. It’s not easy. Especially when, as Magicians, they’re expected to know the Magical like the back of their hand. Even though they’ve only been aware of its existence for less than a week. It’s made worse when they’re brought in right during a growing crisis. Something or someone is placing harmful sigils all over Sweden, and seemingly the entire world, causing both the Magical and Mundane intensive distress and harm. In an attempt to help in any way they can, the boys wind up making themselves the biggest target for the source of the sigils. For they’re now, somehow, the only ones capable of stopping them.

Not a main wip

Maledictus : ( Swe ) Body Horror, Dark Magic, Found Family

Even in a world full of magic, mystical beings, and power-granting Curios, people still can’t help but find themselves stuck with no idea where to go next. Which is where Emilio has ended. Fresh out of high school and future goals, they go about their monotone life of working at a small cafe and writing poetry. This all changes when they win a game of chess for one of the café's patrons. Perhaps a bit passive-aggressively, but it does catch the attention of a group of surprisingly powerful magic users. And one night their leader —a charming young man by the name of Ivan Fellin— approaches Emilio, presenting them with one of the world's most powerful Curio’s; The Maledictus' Queen piece. And just like that their life is turned upside down, with the violent secret of the Maledictus's power looming over them like a suffocating shadow.

Not a main wip

! Please note ! My writing is an outlet for and my way of coping. Because of this, most of my work deals with, in one way or another, mental health, abuse, heavy violence, death, and trauma. They might not be obvious or major parts of the story, but they’re there. Stay Safe y’all <3

#writeblr #wip #wip intro #wip list #long post #wip : To The End #wip : The Neon Trilogy #wip : Realm of Mirrors #wip : Gammellunden #wip : The Wayward Carnival #wip : The Garden of Corpses #wip : The Divine #wip : Ode to an Angel #wip : All the Stars Are Watching #wip : A Guardians Tale #wip : Witchcraft and Alchemy #wip : Maledictus

[nochi-quinn]

candela obscura chapter one episode 3: bad news: the rest of it

hand porn people come get your juice

(it's me I'm hand porn people) (you think I watched four seasons of Magicians for the plot?)

you mustn't read from the book

cool I hate it

auggie: EYYYY

edmund?

auggie's expression in his art is still so good. love character art that says so much about a character

"before each of you are visited by - " my garbage brain: "three ghosts"

oh the grey streak in charlie's hair is new

backstory, bacKSTORY

oh not the mental arguments, those are the worst

auggie my beloved

howard

howard's been high on ghosts for a week

"what were you doing?" "ghosts"

"have you had it looked at?" "I've looked at it :D"

I heard that "insight check" she didn't say

I had to step away, who drilled a hole in their head this time

okay nobody drilled a hole in their head but auggie is Impersonating a Police Officer

god all I can think of is the opening to the Lungfishopolis section in Psychonauts

"Doing well, Officer O'Lungfish! Following all posted laws, to the letter!"

CITIZENS OF THE ENVIRONMENT

do you scarlet?

give the baby cocaine

AUGGIE

the average nextdoor poster

MATTHEW I was DRINKING

nefarious something somethings

"come back with a warrant"

aw he got his hoity-toity politics niece a book

it's tusk love

it's BETTER it's HARDY BOYS

I'm something of a spooky story myself

"there's DRUGS in the WALLS"

you what your what

"they're both equally shit"

roll for ricochet

table: howard no robbie: HOWARD YES

"to make you go to sleepytime"

oh oh that one episode of doctor who

idiot's lantern! that one

oh that's very cool

we love an interactive prop

oh no irl dark

insert symmetra "fall back" voice line here

oh I hate it

OH I HATE IT

too tall. too much. too much limb.

when I step you step we step

I very much heard "crying"

I didn't ask how big the room is I said I cast oil lantern

I PUT THE TEAM ON MY BACK

ghost floaters

"only you can create forest fires"

I'm just thinking of the werewolf from paranatural

AUGGIE

[percy lovm voice] I AM EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE

"that was my kamehameha" nerd

"drive it like you stole it"

……..kara-sene

uku'toaaaaa

"I don't know the rules, I can't roleplay my way out of this"

auggie :(

lycanthropic ficus

"what do you have?" "a gun! :D" "NO"

my permanent fallout brainrot insists on hearing "deacon" instead

of "deagan"

"it's a magic gun that's bat at ghosts"

[tma voice] ghost bullet

oh I haven't been looking, I didn't realize ashley took the jacket off

stop I'm already gay

I am not immune to matthew mercer's version of slimy charm

playing dishonored be like

arlo's little dreamy voice going "I have a rifle :D"

matt that sound effect was ENTIRELY unnecessary

god help me for the reference I'm about to make

"THE BULLETS JUST KEEP GOING THROUGH THE HOOOOOLES"

elephant graveyard but for trains

"we're urban spelunking"

oh, it's filch

sounds like something someone who was skulking would say

"tetanus is the true enemy"

howard Leeroy Jenkins margrove

and then arlo had no face

[zenyatta voice] experience nothingness

"a person appears in the portal" stanford?

that is a joker from improbable island

(please play improbable island)

matthew I have never hated your sound effects so much as I do in this moment

OOF obsidian stab

you are flying through the air no matter what

FLAMING AXE

you ever grow another arm just to punch a guy

I was JOKING

"uh-oh!"

SAVE US GHOST BRAIN MAN

the softest "oh no"

BE THE SPRIGG YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD

HOWARD'S NO COWARD

LEEEEEEEROY JEEEEEEENKIIIIIINS

"what is the exact light temperature of your ritual"

noooo let arlo do her cool trick shot

summon the spirit of percy

hey matt what the fuck

howard's made of ghosts

"I feel strange" because you're made of ghosts

I enjoy that ashley stays in character voice the entire time she's playing. like she's just auggie now.

okay what matt said was cool but I also like the idea of auggie not being able to rely on being able to physically fight his way out of shit and having to actually read the situation

hey robbie what the f u c k

bad news: the rest of it

#critical role #candela obscura #spoilers #candealtag #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

[open-hearth-rpg]

Open Hearth Video Roundup - April 12, 2024

Welcome to the weekly Open Hearth Gaming video roundup!

These recorded sessions represent only a portion of the games we play every week, and anyone is welcome to join the fun! If you'd like to play in games like these, join our Playabl community and click on the "Calendar" tab to sign up for upcoming games. To browse our entire library of session videos, please visit our YouTube Playlists page.

Open Hearth Gaming Calendar

Orbital (Session 3 of 3) Donogh runs for Mark and Puckett Cash Only rushes to get those star-crossed lovers out of their hunter's crosshairs. Rye calls up one of her regulars to spirit them away, thanks to the best smuggler in the sector! Meanwhile Hemlock sits down with Calla to come to an arrangement. But every scheme is sidelined by the awakening in the depths of the station, something in motion thanks to that surprise nuke...

Eotenweard: The Old North (Session 4) Alun R. runs for Dom, Dominik M., and Pawel S. Amid the smoking aftermath of the Ogre's rampage our Heroes agree the solution to the ills that beset Stenholm (and a missing hawk) must lie within the nearby Treacherous Forest. There's evidence that someone got there before them, a grisly dismemberment, and a revelation of who is to blame. Then...the Heroes discover they have been misled; must identify the real villain; and confront that embodiment of the Darkness...

Trail of Cthulhu: Fearful Symmetries: Arc Two (Session 6) Lowell Francis runs for Alun R., Paul Rivers, Sherri, and Will H The characters arrive at Mathers Hall in Norfolk and Willford discovers the geography has changed in the two weeks since he last visited. They meet some of the guests-- a strange mix of folks deep in the secrets of magic, as well as staff who may be invested as well. The doctor receives a ride from Verity Dyse and becomes wary. Dinner and after reveals more secrets...and then a missing guest!

Trail of Cthulhu: Fearful Symmetries: Arc Two (Session 7) Lowell Francis runs for Alun R., Paul Rivers, Sherri, and Will H The morning of the shoot at Mathers Hall opens with a missing guest that few comment on. Paired up with fellow guests, the magicians learn more about their personalities and agendas. Richard skips the hunt, instead learning more about the origin of the mysterious Pascale Dumont. The investigation continues, with the good Doctor turning the tables on their host by admitting in private to the murder of Lord Bradbury. But then Lord Portmore's associate vanishes and there's an attempt on Verity Dyce's life which goes awry.

Dreams and Machines: Red King's Slumbers (Session 1) Lowell Francis runs for Eliot, José Feito, Kevin M, and Vince Session Zero and inciting incident for a short series of Dreams and Machines, a new setting inspired by Horizon: Zero Dawn and other sci-fi post-apocalyptic games. We create our characters, build bonds, and start things out so the players can begin to get used to the mechanics of this version of 2d20.

Dreams and Machines: Red King's Slumbers (Session 2) Lowell Francis runs for Eliot, José Feito, Kevin M, and Vince In the wake of their battle against the Thralls, our heroes discover an ancient cache containing a potentially dangerous technology, but decide to bring them along. They reach New Mossgrove and find out that recent attacks have changed the balance of power within the town...

Girl by Moonlight: On a Sea of Stars (Session 1 of 5) Donogh runs for Ian, Matthew Doughty, and Sabine V. Having awoken vengeful Gods with their meddling in time travel - a last branch of humanity hurtles through space in an interstellar ziggurat, hunted by the Leviathans. Our group of Pilots, chosen by their congregation to be doomed martyrs, is the only thing that can protect them - but it it only out there on a sea of stars that the pilots and their Engines feel whole, with an intimate bond and control over their own fate that the rest of humanity can barely imagine...

Girl by Moonlight: On a Sea of Stars (Session 2 of 5) Donogh runs for Ian and Sabine V. We are introduced to two of our pilots: Jet/Apogee the Outsider goes outside the Ziggurat to do some post asteroid-strike repairs, but returns to polish the Engine Shamash to its full glory. Cordelia the Enigma, living a double life as a maintenance worker who as Red Shift sneaks into the hangar bay to take the Engine Tezcatlipoca out on an unscheduled foray.

Godbound: Sundered Cycles (Session 32 of 33) Lowell Francis runs for Dan Brown, Ethan Harvey, Patrick Knowles, Sherri, and Tyler Lominack Interacting with the new pantheon our gods joined to their own, they work to learn more about the looming Draconic and Elemental Evil threats. Threadless builds her dragon, though there remains a flaw at the heart of it. Random speaks with his bride about their future. Tasos considers expanding his nightmare realm. Darius finds both a kindred spirit and a solution. And Ordevi takes his leave from the pantheon, heading out to spread word of the new gods via a knowledge aqueduct.

Godbound: Sundered Cycles (Session 33 of 33) Lowell Francis runs for Ethan Harvey, Patrick Knowles, Sherri, and Tyler Lominack The final session of the campaign.

Damn the Man, Save the Music! Donogh runs for Casey T, David Adrian Randall, and Thomas Manuel The employees of Revolution Records are (not) prepping for the imminent arrival of Mr Maestro! Jake J the local rockstar is desperately seeking a band, Brags the space case is trying to find the lost cat, Apple the overachieving temp is looking to reconnect with a cute skater boy! And they're wondering what Yu's beef is with the big shot and what exactly Purple means on the DEFCON scale...

Star Wars Saturday

Fellowship Rich Rogers runs for Cody Eastlick, Greg G., Kae, Steven Watkins, and Tyler Lominack The Fellowship of the Dilligent Spark travel to Dathomir to discover the sinister plot of Taron Malicos, then rush to face him and his Nightbrother band.

Stars in the Dark: Stars in the Dark II (Session 6) Anders runs for Marc Majcher, Mark (they/them), Rich Rogers, and Steven Watkins KABOOOM!

Off-Calendar Highlights

The Between: Stars and Suns, Season Two (Session 9) Madelancholy runs for Jack, Mike, Sarah W., and Steph "Coming and Going" - In an attempt to find out more about the Slugger, Ernest gets more involved in Bout Club, to his dismay. Sir Atticus listens to La Hortencia's story after fending off interference from a familiar acquaintance. Dame Georgie allows himself to be a temporary vessel to the Abbey's demonic presence, only to be betrayed more than once. Liat makes several tempting offers.

Trophy Gold: Hissing Darkness: In the Wake of Secrets (Session 1) Madelancholy runs for Dom, James, Jazy, and Mike Ferdinando The first of two concurrent series of this Rooted in Trophy (Gold) incursion, the characters wake too early in a Ship warped by perfect darkness…survival a priority.

Trophy Gold: Hissing Darkness: Whispers in Exile (Session 1) Madelancholy runs for Amanda/iamatrex, B, Jonn, and Marc Majcher The second group to find themselves in the strange eerie darkness of the Ship, the survivors make their way out of Cold-Sleep, finding terrible things in the next Set...

Trophy Gold: Hissing Darkness: In the Wake of Secrets (Session 2) Madelancholy runs for Dom, James, Jazy, and Mike Ferdinando The survivors manage to battle their way out of the Cold-Sleep Warrens...but now they find themselves in the twisted, warped halls and vents of The Maze, stalked by something deadly, even as the Dark calls out to them: Reunion. Rebirth. Remake. And one of their number does, succumbing to their urge to consume and be consumed...

Trophy Gold: Hissing Darkness: Whispers in Exile (Session 2) Madelancholy runs for Amanda/iamatrex, B, Jonn, and Marc Majcher Deep within The Maze, the survivors encounter the strange warping of the Ship and more signs of that which hunts them. Memories come unbidden and are made real, and calls from the Dark tempt further connection...

Paranormal Inc (Session 9) Madelancholy runs for Brent and Michael D. Down by the Haunted Riverside - What could go wrong on a day-long cruise of teambuilding/employee party fun-time? Rumours abound as strange occurrences plague their trip - is it the boat, the river, or the Very Good Boat Cruise Company themselves?

#ttrpg #rpg #rpg actual play #open hearth gaming

[nuttytani]

Totoro AU with platonic Childe and Zhongli

When childe was just about 5-6 years old, his family move countries. So instead of living in snezhnaya, they're now moving to Liyue. 

The new house they currently live is is okay-ish. A bit old, but full of spirit.

His younger older siblings and him look at every nook and cranny of their house and run around the forests and they see strange creatures. And I mean the last part literally. Strange yet cute

Little birds that would pick up on ginxing flowers, walking in a straight and orderly line. And a strange, scary yet really warm HUGE dragon. Childe found the later once exploring the area around their house. He even fell asleep on it!

When childe told his elder brothers and sisters about it, they all brushed it off

"Ajax, you're just imagining things. There's no such things as dragons!" 

"But you saw those weird dust things that would walk... And the birds" 

"....."

They ended up believing him soon enough.

After a few months of residing in their new house, Childe's mother was admitted in the hospital. She came down with a terrible fever and the doctors had told them to let her stay in the hospital wards for her to recover quick. 

Childe's siblings and him were disheartened to let their mother go, even though it would be temporary they were still sad. But it was for her own health. The faster she recovers, the faster she'd be back home.

Around that time, things started to get stranger. One day, their father called from his workplace, asking his children to bring an umbrella at the bus stand, since it was raining so much and he forgot to bring one. So like any good children, childe and his 3 elder siblings went off to the bus stand with 4 umbrellas in tow. 2 blue, 1 yellow, 1 red and a large black one. 

They waited and waited, yet there was no sign of their father. The rain was getting intense and the children were getting worried

After what felt like hours, they felt a presence of someone. Some being.

They turned around to see

A large brown dragon. With huuuuuuuuge whiskers and a looooooooooong body standing (?) Or trying to stand upright

The dragon had a placed a small sandbearer leaf on top of its snout, hoping to block the rain. But alas, it was too small for the dragon to protect him

The children were shocked

"hey, isn't that the thing Ajax said he saw?" — Anatoli

"Shhh don't be so loud, brother! It might hear you" — Aleksi

"Well, maybe don't call it an it???? What if you hurt errr the being's feelings?" — Tatiana 

"Can we give him an umbrella?" — Ajax

"Fine. I feel bad for.... Him being rained on"

And so, they all handed the dragon the larger, black umbrella. 

The dragon looked at them with amusement. If that was even possible. I mean, how can a supposedly mythical creature have facial expressions? Thankfully the dragon understood their intentions and took the umbrella. Which was also a little too small for it. But nevertheless, the kids had good intentions and the dragon was thankful for the kind gesture. 

The dragon flickered its tail and made a loud rumbling sound. All the living creatures surrounding them hushed down and soared high up in the sky and the rain stopped. The dragon was nowhere to be seen and he also took the umbrella with him. 

Once again, the children were stunned. Was this just a really fun dream? Even if it was reality, no one would believe them. Their father's bus soon arrived and he was delighted to see the kids 

"I'm so sorry my darlings, you have no idea what............" 

While their father was speaking about his work. Little Ajax had found a small pouch made of sandbearer leaves, tucked inside his raincoat. He swore it wasn't there before.

When the kids reached home, they all peered inside the pouch that Ajax had. It had seeds. Of what? They weren't sure of. But they still planted it in their garden, taking care of it night and day.

When the kids reached home, they all peered inside the pouch that Ajax had. It had seeds. Of what? They weren't sure of. But they still planted it in their garden, taking care of it night and day.(okay,ik at this point this is just silly..... but please bear with me until my steam runs out) 

Many weeks passed, yet the seeds wouldn't grow. Ajax was starting to get sad and his siblings felt sorry for him. They could do nothing about it, the plants would grow when they deemed it was the right time to!One night, however, Ajax heard loud rumbling noises coming from outside their house. He shook his siblings awake and pulled them out. And there it was. The same dragon they saw at the bus stand, looking at the planted seeds with furrowed brows- or at least they think it was. The dragon must have felt their presence so it turned around to face them, now looking at them with adoration.... Again, how can a creature have such expressive face? Anyways, they walked closer towards the dragon and copied his actions. Now all of them were staring at the planted seeds with a severe expression. 

"So what are we doing?" 

"I don't know. Ask Mr. Dragon"

"Hey Mr. Dragon, can we call you that?" 

Mr. Dragon let out a soft rumble, it was probably a yes.Mr dragon whips out his handy dandy black umbrella. Which the kids recognised as their father's. Oh. Ok but how did the dragon whip it out from thin air? They chalked it up to the dragon being magical. The dragon started doing some strange motions in front of the seeds. And the kids followed suit.

And slowly.... Something started to wriggle out of the soil! Plants!!! They were small plants! 

The kids got excited and continued copying Mr dragon

The small plant grew large and tall in a blink of an eye

So huge, that it almost touched the clouds

Ajax and his siblings stared up at the tree with awe

Mr dragon rumbled again, to catch the kids' attention. He placed his paw in front of them, waiting. The kids were unsure of what it meant, but Ajax quickly hopped on with excited giggles onto Mr dragon's paw and his siblings shrugged and followed

Mr dragon lets out a loud roar and many birds and different mythical creatures surround them. With a hup, they all fly up and land on top of the tree. All singing and dancing throughout the night

Ajax and his siblings find themselves in their beds, which they don't remember going into. They all run out to the garden to see the tree, which was no more there..... Perhaps it was really just a dream. 

"BIG BROTHER, THE SEED SPROUTED!! LOOK"

Indeed. There were plenty small sprouted seeds.

They all looked eachother with smiles on their faces. 

Days passed with many more adventures with Mr dragon and his friends. 

They saw giant flying deers and stags (they can fly?), weird looking tiger with horns and a huuuuuuuuuuge crane. And so many more. 

Their mother was still hospitalised and away from home. Ajax wasn't really sure what it was about but something something new family member. He was missing his mother and one hour visits to see her every week wasn't cutting it out anymore. Perhaps Mr. Dragon sensed his sadness, because he took Ajax and his siblings to watch their mother over the tree. They got a free ride back home from Mr dragon too!

They also happened to find new neighbours

Apparently they moved in a few weeks ago

Mr Zhongli, who had long dark hair and bright amber eyes. He seemed really nice and would entertain the kids by having them over for tea

Ms. Guizhong who was sweet and kind. She was actually the one who greeted them after her family moved in. She also invited the kids to sometimes come over and play with them, as it gets lonely. Ajax's father was skeptical to let his kids go at some stranger's house but he soon found out that they were good people so yay for the kids.

Ms. Liuyin Jiefeng, who looked really strict but was super fun to play with! She would tell stories about her kids named ganyu, shenhe and xiao. They haven't met with the supposed kids yet. Soon, ms liuyun promises. 

And then there was madam ping who would give them more plants to looks after and would have tea cakes!

Their mother was at last given the clean bill of health and came back home with a new little baby sister, named Tonia!!! 

They shared their fun adventures with Mr dragon and the other creatures to them. Their mother would listen with happiness, relieved that they all had fun while she was away

Needless to say but, Mr. Zhongli's family and Ajax's family became closer than ever, you could even say they were like one big happy family. They'd invite eachother for dinner and the kids would play in the garden. Yes, they were finally able to meet with the mysterious ganyu and xiao. Who were slightly older than Ajax's eldest brother.

"psst ganyu, did you know, there's this kind Mr dragon who keeps playing with us!" 

"Yeah! He even stopped the rain for us and helped the plants grow" 

"Even took us to meet mother!" 

"Oh I see that lord Mor—"

Xiao quickly covered ganyu's mouth with an awkward laugh

"anyways- ummm want to go eat some almond tofu? Ms. Guizhong made some at home today"

#genshin impact #tani writes!! #childe #zhongli #zhongchi #tartali #zhongchili

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Strange Portal Chapter 1: Inanis Silva

Based on an AU made on @iamvegorott

Marc would like to say the story began simply. Boy would that be a lie! How can a tale begin simply with one of his sons hearing voices? With two of the people he cared for most vanishing? With  a supernatural voice sticking to his brain like Gorilla Glue? Where could one even begin? Perhaps, with what his family used to be. 

Years ago, they were a typical family: a husband, wife, and two sons, twins. Though there was some uncertainty about their names, they eventually landed on the perfect ones: Yancy and Night. Yancy was in honor of the mother’s grandfather. He was a joy to be around, and so their son would be. The name Night, however, came from a crescent moon-shaped mole on the child’s back. The mother even sometimes insisted she could see it glowing at night. That would only be the beginning of Night’s oddities. Throughout his childhood, he would speak to no one, playing games and sometimes reaching out to touch what seemed to be a nonexistent entity. The child called these things ‘Whisps.’

“They don’t talk very loud,” he would say.

“They’re…they whisper,” the boy described. The couple saw it as their kid just interacting with imaginary friends. What’s the harm in it? they thought. All kids usually talk to “invisible people” for some period of time. Besides, it didn’t stop him from making friends at school. Surely, nothing bad could come out of it. That is, until the boy started sleepwalking. For a while, Night would wake up in the backyard, sitting on the bench swing. When caught by a parent, the still-asleep twin would say ‘I’m going home’ in a monotone voice. The words sent a chill down their spines. Regardless, they dismissed it as the boy having odd dreams. For years, this happened without end. The parents took him to every doctor they could find. None of their recommendations yielded results. With no options remaining, they turned to Evelyn: the mother’s sister-in-law and self-acclaimed witch. With one look at the silent boy, Evelyn knew the issue. 

“Night seems to have another sight,” she explained. 

“What kind of other sight?” the wife, Celine asked, worry laced in her voice. 

“He can see souls from Inanis Silva,” the witch responded. 

“Animas Susurrantes.” The Whisps…the mother thought to herself. 

“That’s a lot to get from one look,” the husband scoffed. He was willing to venture into occult practice for his wife’s sake. However, the words coming from this relative sounded, on all accounts, insane. He was raised by an atheist father who often debunked the “absurd” ways of those who believed in magic. He especially told Marc not to trust fortune tellers.  “They can make up whatever baloney they want to get your money,” his father claimed. It seemed to make sense. At least, until now. He could easily dismiss it when it came from a stranger. From a family member, now that was something else entirely. She

wasn’t doing it for money. Besides, his brother-in-law married her, and he was a relatively smart man. If he trusted her, Marc could too. 

“Besides, what does that all even mean?” the husband asked. 

“Inanis Silva,” Evelyn began. 

“The Void Forest. Souls are doomed there when cursed by Chaos Spirits,” she described. 

“You’re already losing me,” he replied. 

“It would take hours of study to fully make sense of it,” the witch said. 

“Can I at least have cliffnotes?” the father retorted. His wife sent him an annoyed glare. 

“Your son was born with a gift,” Evelyn responded with a sigh. Still, she tried to keep a calm tone. Nothing would be solved through conflict, after all. 

“The only trouble is, I can’t tell if it will be for good or evil,” she stated. 

“Then, what should we do?” Celine asked earnestly. 

“Raise him the best you can,” Evelyn answered. 

“The results will be what they will be.” 

“What kind of answer is–?” 

“Marc, she’s right,” the wife said softly, stopping him from exploding at their relative. Despite his anger, he withdrew, nodding his head without another word. 

“I recommend you read more into this,” Evelyn pulled a book out of her large bag. The cover read: Legend of Inanis Silva. 

“Also, listen closely to your son here,” she gestured towards Night. 

“We will be sure to, Evelyn,” the wife reassured.

“Thank you.” 

“You’re more than welcome,” Evelyn replied. 

“I’m here whenever you need me,” the witch made her way out of the house, after waving goodbye to a now tween Night. 

That night, Marc thought he would give the book a peek. That quick look turned into a whole night’s worth of reading. It was descriptive, not leaving out a single detail. The place was said to be a black abyss, strewn with millions of identical trees. Once doomed there, there was absolutely no method of escape. Quite the fairytale, he thought to himself. He would have to test something when the boy woke up.

“I’m not 5, dad,” a 12 year-old Night complained flatly. 

“Yeah, why’s he gotta do dis,” Night’s twin, Yancy, sat next to him in the dining room. Night lightly hit his brother in the chest with an elbow. 

“I don’t need your help,” Night whispered grumpily. 

“Okay, geez,” the brother mumbled to himself. 

“All I need,” Marc began. 

“Is a picture of that dream world you’re always talking about,” the boy kept his eyes away from his father. 

“I’ll convince mom to let you stay up past 9,” the dad knew how much of a night owl his child was. He always had the most energy when it was dark out. Celine often called him her little owl because of this.

“Ugh, fine,” the boy let out a frustrated sigh. 

“I’ll take a while, though,” that was what Marc suspected. Night did have an eye for detail. That eye would sometimes have him drawing for hours. Sure enough, after nearly 2 hours, the boy called out that he was finished. The result was nothing short of chilling. The paper was covered in black colored pencil, tall pine trees standing throughout the whole image, no path in sight. It was an exact copy of what he had read in Evelyn’s book. This had to be a coincidence, his brain told him. Or maybe–

“Night,” he started. 

“Have you read Aunt Lyn’s book?” 

“Wha-no,” the boy insisted, utterly confused. How could he have read it? His Aunt just gave it to them and his father surely would have seen him last night. 

“You told me to draw my dream, this is it,” he explained, light tension in his voice. His father continued to stare at the picture. Night could see the gears turning in his mind. Surely this wasn’t real. It was just a coincidence, it had to be. But how could his son’s image be exactly the same? Marc could feel the walls cracking on his perception of reality. However, the walls remained, weak but still standing. He had to find the real explanation for this. To do so, he needed to run more tests. 

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[jeweledflowers]

𝐂𝐲𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. || 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙣.

warnings; illness, death, grief and depression.

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠..𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦; 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘺.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧 feels like she's on constant babysitting duty.

Can you take care of yourself for one day? She's always running after you. You're so impulsive!

'You need to think things over.' She scolds you, after wrapping your hands in gauze since you spontaneously climbed a tree and returned with thorns and bleeding hands. 'Honestly.'

You're her maid, and yet she keeps chasing you here and there.

She doesn't even know why-there's nothing special about you!

But something about you draws her in. The purity, perhaps, or the spontaneous spirit. The way that during 400 years of her life, she heard tales about you searching desperately for her, then passing the mission on to your family after you had to leave. She fell in love with you a little more when she heard that. You were a mere maid, risking upsetting the Emperor just to devotedly look for Charlize.

'Don't you ever think things over?' She asks you, while you pull the strands of her hair back and tie it at the back of her head. 'Before doing them?'

'But that ruins the fun of it.' You protest. 'It's like, something comes in my mind, something daring and fun, so beautiful; if I stop to think it over it ruins the fun of it. Haven't you ever felt that way, Miss?'

No, Charlize had not. She soberly shook her head. She was a calm, calculated woman, a woman of ruthless intelligence and sharp intellect, who planned each and every move so throughly yet so quickly. 'No, I haven't.'

'Oh, Miss!' You gasp. 'Oh Miss, how much you miss!'

-

Charlize storms into her room, her face a black storm. You've been her friend and maid for two years and recognize the symptoms--she's been to see her family.

'Miss?' You tentatively peek into her room. 'Are you alright?'

Charlize glances up and her eyes brighten at the sight of you. 'Come in. I feel ill, the doctor said I have a fever.'

You watch her with empathic eyes. 'You saw the doctor?'

She nods. 'Yes, just on my way back.'

You stride into her room without care, as though it is your own, and place your hand on her forehead. She closes her eyes. It's...nice.

You set down a plate of food in front of her. 'You missed dinner, at the palace, but you didn't eat anything with your family, did you?' You fix her with a stern gaze and she avoids your eyes. God...why ask if you know the answer?!

She takes a bite of the sandwiche with a murmured 'thank you'. It's the best thing she's ever tasted--the meat is red and the spice is just right, but her stomach doesn't agree with her mouth's assessment of the quality. Her fever causes her appetite to drastically decrease, and she stumbles, restraining herself from throwing up the food.

Without her notice, several other maids are there. You must've called for help. They tuck her into bed, fretting over her high temperature and her shallow, heaving breaths. She doesn't see you amongst this crew of maids, and it causes her to feel strangely...dissatisfied.

It soon turns out that Charlize's 'fever' is not a fever, it's a severe disease for which finding a cure is difficult and rare. She rarely eats, or leaves her bed. You and Dylan take it in turns to attend to her bedside--Dylan softly talking to her and bringing her books that she likes in the morning, and you giving her flowers and sleeping on her bedside, keeping her company all throughout the night.

Until Dylan gives her news--you left to go find the cure. Charlize can hear her heartbeat thumping in her ears. The 'cure' is a tea made of specific herbs that only grow in the wild, untended mountainous area of the Empire. Even worse, there is a notorious forest in the mountains that contains these herbs.

In Charlize's past life, it's where Dylan tried to go, to get a cure for his mother, but he couldn't even get into the middle of the woods because of how dangerous it is in there. You're not a tyrant like Dylan, you're not a swordsmaster like Charlize. What will happen to you?

To be fair...when Charlize hears this piece of news is when she can admit it. She loves you. She loves you more than she ever loved or will love anyone or anything. Her life was once so bare and it's now decorated with the various aspects of your personality. Your humor, your smile, your sadness, your anger, that wild look in your eyes when you get a particularly crazy idea; she loves all of it. She's not trying to change the negative aspects of your personality, she loves all of you, and she prays that you'll love all of her too.

-

You battle for your life everyday in this damn forest.

'It's all for Charlize,' You tell yourself, every night and every morning. Every time you curl up on the makeshift bed of leaves and wake up with the imprint of the grass on your cheek. Every time you kill a wild beast intent on making mincemeat of you. Every time a poisonous creature bites you and you just barely get the poison out in time.

All for Charlize.

You love Charlize, you honestly do. You think it's almost wrong to set one's heart on a person like you've set yours on Charlize. You've always admired the ruthless genius, but admiration is not always akin to love; you love the way she wipes your face, wraps your hands, carries you to the palace when you break your bones during a very dangerous stunt. She doesn't disaude your wild tendencies; she encourages you to be free and chaotic as long as you're safe.

When you truly love someone, you're willing to make the biggest of mistakes for them.

-

It's been almost three months since you left.

And Charlize's condition is absolutely dire now. She can barely muster up enough energy to keep her eyelids open. Dylan is in despair, the maids are constantly teary eyed, and the entire palace falls into gloom and depression.

Meanwhile, you finally spot the herbs that you needed. In this hell of a forest, you hadn't found it for three months and had begun to give up, but now resolution grips you tightly. You look up at the great, looming mass of grey mountain rock on top of which the herbs lie. You're no expert climber, but you still have to try.

Except..one thing.

Michaelmas daisies.

You know, some flowers are just better kept close.

With the flowers in your pocket, you determinedly start the trek. It's well until you reach the very top, where the rocks are the steepest. You're almost there, you've grabbed the herbs, you've done it!-except, when you turn back to go down, exhilaration spreading throughout you, exhaustion overtakes your body and--

Your footing slips.

The fall seems to last an eternity, and once you hit the ground, you know, you've broken your neck. You won't last long. Your lungs and your heart are caving in on you, your head feeling like it's going to split in half. Your body is seizing up, experiencing terrible pain. How long you lay there, waiting, writhing in intense agony and pain, finally, you feel death coming for you.

You save your last thought for Charlize. Her laugh, her cold stares, her books, the way she clumsily tries to arrange bouquets. You remembered a hike you two had taken up a hill once, when you were barely 17. The two of you had sat in the cool breeze, eating and lounging, gazing at each other in silence, one's hand inching towards the other's until they clasped together, when it had been the two of you against the world.

You want that time back. You want to hold Charlize close, you want to eat with her one last time, you want to walk in the gardens and chase each other. You want to be there on the day Charlize achieves her goals, you want to be there for her every birthdate, and you want to be there for her last day too, so you two spend it together.

Most of all, you want to tell her that you love her.

-

Charlize, although by now very weak, feels something is wrong and implores Dylan to send someone to find you. He relents after some persuasion, and once he receives news of your death he doesn't know what to do. How is he supposed to tell Charlize? The people who race to him, with your broken body in a coffin, give him the herb, and give him the flowers. He orders the herb to be made into a tea instantly, and gives the flowers to Mary, another one of Charlize's maids, to be given to her.

Charlize cannot stomach it. You're gone, just like that? Gone? What about your room, pictures of you two over the walls? Gone? What about the paintings you two spent time painting, laughing and smearing paint all over each other, paintings that she still has? Gone? What about your vivacious, impulsive presence, the brightness you bring to her life, can she live without it?

The answer is so simple, even if you wanted her to live...

She can't. She really can't. She'd rather not live without you.

The maids bring the tea to her bedside. 'My lady! You'll be better now! Please, drink this-'

So noisy.

She reaches out and smashes the cup to the floor. The maids shriek, 'My lady! Why did you do that-! Oh, my lady!'

Now this is the last straw. Her condition, which is already so frail, takes drastic effect in her body. She coughs and throws up blood. Her body violently seizes up, and she pulls Mary close.

'Mary... I don't have much time left... but I'm leaving one final request.'

Mary understands that it's Charlize's time to go, and she nods with tear stained cheeks. 'Anything, my lady. Anything.'

'Don't...don't hold any kind of separate, grand funeral for me..just bury me in the same funeral procession as that of their's...'

Mary understands 'their's' to mean you, and she sighs. 'I will make sure of it, my lady. Please rest. There's... no need to talk.'

She regrets nothing, absolutely nothing, what does her revenge matter next to you?

Charlize closes her eyes, breathing her last, and curls her fingers around the Michaelmas daisies.

Farewell.

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THIS IS SO BAD WKEJWJS

anyways.

hope you liked it mwahaha

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Tags; @d10nsaint, @writerinthedeepwoods, @mysticmeena, @itzkeii.

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#i tamed a tyrant and ran away #i tamed a tyrant and ran away charlize ronan #charlize ronan #charlize ronan x reader #i tamed a tyrant and ran away x reader

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I am enable you

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Get ready for a lore dump! /lh

Okidoki so these are the designs for the characters that live in the "broken dollhouse". The ones on the left are their haunted little toy forms, and the ones on the right are what they looked like in life/their spirit forms, and their names/roles.

(Izumi and Storm are my own ocs, Izumi is my edgejeanist bab and Storm is jeanists niece who I haven’t introduced)

This au is semi-fantasy, kinda ghosty, and set in Victorian times (-ish)

Info under the cut (and some more designs. Ectoloader! bc they're kinda the original main focus) will include death and very mild talk of discrimination:

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So, Tsunagu is a rich lord who owns a giant mansion on the top of a hill, near a forest.

This mansion happened to be cursed. It was cursed by some ancient being in a way that interferes with Death. Extending the lives of those who live in it, abnormally, and cursing things to constantly go wrong.

Tsunagu had an illness that was commonly called "Vampire's disease"

(he was pale, sensitive to sunlight, and quite weak and fragile)

This led to rumours that he was a vampire.

(was he a vampire? Nobody knows...even I don't /lh)

(No he was, but it is still a slightly questioned thing)

Shinya was his best friend and doctor, and he took constant care of him. They were actually together as a couple but had to hide that from society.

Shinya lived with him in this mansion "for medical reasons as his personal doctor" and other rumours said it was because he was widowed and lived with his friend for comfort. The first one is the only one partially true.

They took in other 'misfits', people that didn't fit in, adopted orphans and kids who needed better homes!!

They gave them work and roles as well as a home, but treated everyone as a big family. Their roles were mostly exaggerated for show.

Shinya and Tsunagu went everywhere together and some people were suspicious about it but their go to excuse was always “he is ill and needs constant supervision.” “You heard him, doctors orders.”

At home and with the Family, they acted purely as the practically married couple they were and raised most of the kids as both their dads. (Or uncles for the ones that were brought in by other members of the family)

One day, one of the kids (Izumi) gets gifted a BIG dollhouse, and it’s a replica of the mansion. Down to the last detail. There are no dolls inside though.

A week passes and during this week, everyone falls relatively ill. They are okay, but it is strange.

Then, the tragedy strikes. The soldiers have found out about everything. About the rumours, about who these guys are. And they also come to “execute” Tsunagu on charges of him being rumoured to be a vampire.

They tie Tsunagu up and also tie up the rest of the household in order to “cleanse them from his spells” and they take Shinya to arrest him for “aiding” the vampire. He fights and manages to run inside and lock the doors.

The soldiers set the mansion on fire and leave.

They are left to die. And they do indeed die.

Their souls are trapped inside the magical dollhouse. This wasn’t supposed to happen instantly.

They wake up and feel and look the same as they usually do. But, they know they died. They weren’t supposed to know until they were told, but they knew.

For 50 years they just wandered around their “mansion” assuming they were just haunting it and couldn’t leave.

And then the magical seal broke, the doors to the dollhouse opening and not only that, they transformed suddenly into toys and dolls. They were so confused and scared. They attempted to leave and found out they were inside the dollhouse, inside their bigger burnt mansion.

They explored for a bit and then settled back down, learning that they’d have to just deal with it. Tsunagu knew some things about what was going on but he didn’t really remember reading about them or anything. Shinya also knew things that filled in the gaps from Tsunagu’s knowledge.

They spent another 50 years like this until someone came to rebuild the mansion and found the dollhouse. Suspecting it to be haunted (they were right), they took it to a Toymaker that said he dealt with old toys like that.

Cue them meeting The Toymaker!! Higari!! And they get everything explained to them and their dollhouse and any cracks/rips/tears in them are fixed!!

They get to stay in his workshop and meet plenty of other souls that live inside of toys!

And, well, they get to live their lives a lot more free and peaceful and just. Live. More than they did in life.

Fun facts about the dollhouse:

It has a magical seal that activates the transformations! When the dollhouse is closed, this seal is activated, meaning that they get to look and feel like they did in life. Just. Smaller versions. They are “human” in this form.

But if they go outside or the dollhouse is open, they turn into toys. The same applies to objects, “pets”, food- they are made out of resin or clay but if they’re activated, they get to seem just as real as the spirits are.

The world seems normal, but magic exists in the form of vampires, witches, demons and spirits and so forth.

These are the things that usually are passed off as superstition, but during this time it was very real to them. And in this case it is because it was indeed real.

Magical beings/supernatural beings usually hid from society bc they would get hunted and killed when found out.

Death (as in the all powerful being) created special semi-immortal beings that can carry out certain tasks/watch over souls/etc, for them.

These beings are made up of magic and form shadow-like entities with no physical form, yet they are not living nor dead, so are not classified as a soul or spirit.

They are referred to as guardians/soul guides, along with other nicknames.

Depending on the job they are tasked with and what they were made to do, they are given a human form - this can also be in the form of a vampire/witch/etc, in some cases.

Their magical source is tied to an object/item of clothing that they must keep safe, or else they lose their physical form and must wait to be granted a new one by Death.

Their recognisable sigil is a black rose, which they can use to identify each other. Their items are usually related to a black rose in some way too.

There are different types of souls and lives. Normal folk that lived normal lives/died in regular ways, folk whose souls are meant to pass on, those who die tragically, lives cut short, etc.

And there are special souls that are tied to magic and death in some way, even if they didn’t know in life. These are magical beings, old souls, magical folk, cursed folk, etc.

These are souls that have destined deaths and are tasked to be bonded to objects so that they can be kept safe, and others can be kept safe from them. They are dangerous souls after death - even if they were just human in life.

There are four soul guides tasked with this section of death, and they carry out a constant cycle.

The Stargazer: they are tasked with looking and seeing what souls are next, using constellations and stars (and magic)

The Toymaker: they are tasked with making the toys/dolls/objects needed for the specific soul(s) that are next, made with its magical seal. They also look after all of the spirits once they are in their objects.

The Gift Giver: they are tasked with finding the soon-to-be-dead soul, and gifting them their bound object in some way. They must also collect this item when the soul is dead and trapped, and bring it to the toymaker.

The Storyteller: they are tasked with watching over the deaths and the lives of these souls, writing their stories and making sure everything goes as it is destined to. They are present at the death, and will explain things to the souls and tell them of their lives.

Yep. And these lil things are how they actually look outside of human form, when Death calls them into the spirit world for a meeting. (chibi-fied of course)

Higari - The Toymaker: He makes the dolls and everything and has magic that enables him to bond these souls to their toys and create seals. He looks after them and tries to ensure they live better than they did in life.

His magic is tied to a small music box in the shape of a black rose. 

Everything he does is very toy related, its his lil theme lol

Ecto - The Storyteller: He owns a huge magical book that includes all the stories of all the souls they take care of. His magic lets any story he tells come to life.

(so, little sparkly magical projections show up on the book as he tells the story)

When in toy form, the souls like. Physical soul forms live inside this book and he can watch over them. (they look like lil jellybean ghosts)

His magic is tied to his hat, which has an embroidered black rose on it.

Snipe - The Gift Giver: He gets to take the toys/dolls/dollhouses from higari and gift it to the folks that are gonna die. He then gets to come and collect them after and give it back to him! His magic lets him find the souls, he always knows where they are.

His magic is tied to his cloak, which has a small black rose sigil in the front.

Thirteen - The Stargazer: They get to look into the stars and keep an eye on which souls are next in line for death! Their magic lets them see and predict the next deaths and see all the special souls!

Their magic is tied to their telescope, which has a rose along the side of it.

The broken dollhouse actually causes a lot of problems and issues with their jobs and tasks and they have to go figure it out!!!

It all ties to the ancient demon being that cursed the Mansion, and them having to fins a way to lift that curse so that they can get back to work as normal 

They are a mess. Professional semi-immortals that constantly are chaotic and are a complete mess.

Ecto and Higari have a sort of ‘old married couple bickering/divorced couple but they arent actually together’ dynamic. However, the also have never met each other in their human forms, so it goes… interestingly-

The haunted lil dolls get to help set them up on dates and also just watch them be disasters.

It's a mix of “oh it's you… it's my turn to look after the souls” “oh go back to your storytelling-” and “eheh…hey…so you- yeah you wanna get lunch sometime?” “that would be great :))”

and that is all i have for now because this au does not like me ironing out the lore at the moment lol- i am having huge brainrot for it tho, thank you for asking :D!!!

#bnha #eclair's art #best jeanist #edgeshot #hakamada tsunagu #kamihara shinya #edgejeanist #ectoplasm #power loader #ectoloader #higari maijima #snipe #hawks #miruko #thirteen #kamui woods #i am not tagging the rest lmfao #broken dollhouse au #:D #this au isnt new but i havent thought about it in ages so the brainrot is fresh and the lore is updated >:D #pls know i keep coming back to look at the lil you with the dolls i love thm its so cute ough #anyway! designs! #and lore!!! #it is very late so pls excuse any errors #i will try to make another little post that explains the details better at some point #all that needs to be known is that this is ectoloaders equivalent of forest keepers au #and they all get to be silly and chaotic little semi immortal beings together #and also. love to the background characters as always. so they get to be in the spotlight #this is just an excuse for me to take the characters with less than like. 5 mins of screentime. and make them the most important #bc they are the most important /lh

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They named her Kagome after finding her injured and unconscious on the subway. Suffering from amnesia, she recuperates under the care of a semi-retired surgeon and a fresh young doctor. But when dark and violent flashes of her past come back to haunt her, Kagome begins to wonder if her past was worth remembering. Especially when a man she doesn't recognize quite literally lunges into her life, accusing her of murder.  

Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Drama, Mystery Pairings: InuKag, MirSan Warning: Dark themes throughout

Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3 l 

Chapter 4 Word Count: 4900 Can also be found on AO3

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Kaede’s favorite place was her backyard patio. She could access it straight from the kitchen. Each morning she woke up and made a pot of coffee, filled up her mug, and found solace while curled up in her preferred chair. She relaxed easily into the blue plush cushion, almost being swallowed up by the thick, wicker arms. As she sipped on her hot morning brew, she soaked up the tranquility of the dawn. 

A small forest bordered the back of her small yard, creating a beautiful home for all kinds of wildlife. Not only that, but Kaede also prided herself in the garden she had created, along with the man-made small pond. Her backyard was a sanctuary for nature, and in that it became her own place of serenity. Here she could watch the squirrels play, absorb the sweet birdsong as if it were nectar, and relish in the buzzing bees as they pollinated her flowers. 

She had first started the backyard garden projects as a means to help her find peace from the grind of everyday life. It had been a way to keep her hands and mind busy. It was almost like a form of therapy; a way to relax the mind and heal the spirit. She figured it was one of the few reasons why she still remained sane. 

Kaede smiled at that thought as she sipped on her coffee. Between showing Miroku the ropes as a young physician, and taking in an orphaned child, she had her work cut out for her. Who knew her semi-retirement could become busier than her days as a world-renowned surgeon? She definitely hadn’t foreseen this years ago. 

With a sigh, she allowed her mind to wander back to another lifetime - where the thrill of midnight calls and surgical scrubs filled her life. Being a trauma surgeon, she lived off of the adrenaline of car accidents, gunshot wounds, and the standard ridiculous holiday shenanigans-gone-wrong. Even as a young teen she had found a strange delight in medical television dramas and documentaries. There was something about the idea of putting someone back together after tragedy or saving a life that lit a fire in her soul. It had been her calling, and she had relished every minute of it. 

But, like with all good things, it had to come to an end. Very prematurely, in her opinion, as she hadn’t even peaked in her career. There had been denial at first, as she challenged the diagnosis that would end her life as a surgeon, and then anger - righteous vexation aimed at her creator because why her?! - followed by bargaining with the Chief of Surgery, all of which did her no good in the end. After she had been placed on leave while she dealt with the end of everything she had considered dear, she fell into a deep depression. 

Kaede had always been about the medicine, and when she could no longer practice it, she felt lost. Like a compass that had no North to point to. She drifted through each day like timber floating through the sea. 

And then she received a phone call. 

Late one night while she sipped on her second glass of wine, wallowing in the what-could’ve-beens and what-would-never-bes, she received a phone call from one of her old patients, Amari Nobunaga - a man she had put back together after a terrible car accident that left him blind in one eye, missing a spleen, and without a sense of smell. They had grown close during his recovery, enough that she had given him her cell number she used for work in case he ever needed anything. And he had finally decided to take her up on her offer. 

It was his mother, he had told her urgently, who had been having abdominal pain for days. She had been admitted to the emergency room at the hospital she practiced at - had practiced at - and he wanted to know if Kaede would come and give a second opinion. 

Now, Kaede had full faith in her colleagues who had taken over her cases and on-call schedule while she was on leave, but the urgency in Amari’s voice called out to her. He had trusted her with his life before, and now he was trusting her again with his mother’s life. 

It didn’t take long for Kaede to grab a cup of coffee from the nearest late-night drive-thru and rush to the emergency room to meet them. It was then that she realized that although she may never fully practice as a surgeon again, the medical knowledge she knew and her caring heart was more than enough to still heal and aid those around her. 

Soon after, she bought her clinic and settled down in a community nearby, building a life she had never dreamed of - one that filled her days with happiness. Everything that happened since was a blessing in disguise. 

The back door suddenly slid open, tearing Kaede from her thoughts, as she glanced over to see a disheveled Miroku with his own cup of coffee. “Good morning.” 

“Morning,” he replied, followed by a deep yawn. “Why are you up so early on a Sunday?” 

She snickered. “It’s almost seven. This is late for me.” 

He murmured his agreement. Due to Kaede’s early morning work schedule during the week, her internal clock made sure she was up before dawn. Miroku had no idea how a person could function like that. 

“How about you?” she asked him in return, glancing at his bed head and the bags under his eyes. “You look like hell. Why are you up?” 

Miroku scratched the stubble along his jaw. “That couch in the clinic isn’t as comfortable as you think.” 

Kaede narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you complaining to the woman who gives you so much?” 

“No, not at all. The couch is perfectly suitable,” he said with a chuckle. “My work hours are just killing me.” 

She turned her attention back to the yard, watching as a bird flew between the trees. “You’ll be fine. Only a few more years.” 

He gave her a sideways glance, but didn’t comment. What he wouldn’t give for two weeks away from medical journals and scut work. There was no doubt Miroku loved the profession he had chosen, but it would be nice to skip all the work grind and jump straight to being a surgeon. 

“Have you heard from him at all?” 

Miroku shook his head at Kaede’s words. “Not a peep. I sent him a few texts since Friday, and he hasn’t replied.” 

She sighed. “I hope he’s all right.” 

“No sense in worrying about him,” Miroku admonished softly. “It’ll only give you more gray hairs than you already have.” 

Kaede smacked him lightly in the stomach. “Watch it. You’ll be gray before you know it.” 

He chuckled. “Don’t remind me.” 

They sat in companionable quiet for a few minutes, enjoying the awakening of nature as the sun continued to rise over the horizon. These moments were few and far between, so they relished in them. Between a child to care for, medical careers, and a clinic to run, their lives were always kept busy. And now they added one more undertaking to concern themselves with. 

“So, about Kagome,” Kaede stated, nursing her cup of coffee. 

Mirou raised a brow. “What about her?” 

She clucked her tongue thoughtfully. “I think I’m going to take her to the hospital tomorrow.” 

“Why?” 

“Well, I want to run some tests on her. See the extent of the damage.” She scowled. “Not like I can do an MRI of her brain here.” 

Her words were disgruntled. Obviously, she still harbored ill-feelings toward Miroku’s decision to bring Kagome to her clinic instead of an emergency room. He averted his gaze guiltily. “Wouldn’t the hospital ask questions?” 

Kaede shrugged. “Not sure. I’ll have her checked in as a Jane Doe; make up a story of how she got in her condition. I have a few strings I can pull to make it all legit.” 

He nodded his agreement. For the time he had known Kaede, he knew better than to question her judgment. She not only had the medical intellect, but the street-smarts as well. “I trust you.” 

“You better,” she grumbled. “I’ll take her with Rin and me.” 

Miroku sipped on his coffee, watching Kaede from the corner of his eyes. Regardless of her sometimes chilly demeanor toward him, and her irritable encounter with Kagome, Kaede had a heart of gold and wouldn’t leave anyone out in the cold. So, it didn’t surprise him that she wanted to continue to aid their new ward. 

A soft knock against the glass sliding door drew their attention to Rin, who stood on the other side while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Kaede finished the last of her coffee and stood up, reluctantly leaving her quiet escape. 

“Hey, there, sweetie,” she greeted Rin as she slid open the doors. “You hungry?” 

The little girl nodded. Kaede stepped inside and took her hand, shutting the door behind her. Miroku watched them disappear into the kitchen before pulling out his cell phone and turning his attention to the screen. No new text messages had come through since the night before. He drank his coffee indignantly. Even though he told Kaede not to worry, he couldn’t stop himself from doing the same. 

He opened up his messages and scanned through the one-sided conversation from yesterday. 

10:30 am: [Hey, where are you?]

2:52 pm: [This is getting really old]

11:23 pm: [Stop ignoring me]

Mirou sighed, setting down his coffee mug, and holding his phone with both hands to type. 

[Is this how it’s always going to be, Inuyasha?]

“Well, all your vital signs look good,” Kaede commented as she wrote down the numbers from the monitor into the notebook she kept at Kagome’s bedside. “Your blood pressure is still low, but stable, and you haven’t had any fevers.” 

Kagome looked up at her with a guarded gaze. She had only interacted with the older woman on less-than-desirable terms, and had no intention of playing nice. The faster this doctor fixed her, the faster she could get the hell out of there.

Slipping off her glasses, Kaede gave Kagome a disapproving look. “Stop scowling. It’ll give you wrinkles.” Kagome’s scowl deepened. 

“Look,” Miroku began, once again playing the buffer between the two women. “This is a good thing, Kagome. It means you’re on the road to recovery.” 

She averted her gaze. Recovery was a subjective term. To them, it meant she was physically improving - the antibiotics were working, the intravenous fluids were combating her blood loss, and her life was less likely in danger. But to Kagome, she didn’t feel like she was recovering at all. She had hoped within a day or two her memories would start to return. Although she felt unsure about what exactly her past held, she still needed to know who she was. Did she have people she cared for? Was anyone missing her? Did she have friends, or a job, or a home? The questions were never ending and constantly circled her mind like a carousel. 

“I guess,” she replied listlessly. She tried to adjust the sitting position she had in bed, but found it nearly impossible to move without launching unbearable pain. Her shoulder only throbbed once in a while, a treatment of ice and a heat pad keeping the aches at bay, but her other wounds caused white, hot searing pain to wipe her mind of thoughts and to twist her stomach so far as to make her want to vomit. 

Each time Miroku or Kaede checked on her, they offered her morphine or something of the like, but she stayed firm in her resolve - no narcotics. Although she herself didn’t know why she remained so against anything stronger than an over-the-counter pain medication, something told her to stay away from them. It could’ve been because of the drowsy effect they caused, or another reason altogether. Either way, Kagome would just grin and bear it until her wounds healed. 

Kaede pushed a few buttons on the IV pump and hung another bag of antibiotics. “I think this evening would be a good time to move you to the house.” 

Kagome looked at her curiously. “The house?” 

“Our house,” Miroku clarified. “It’s not far. We have a room there that’s currently unoccupied that’ll be much more comfortable.” 

“No thanks,” she clipped in response. 

Kaede scoffed. “I’m not moving you to my home for your sake. I need this room to see patients, and I’m not about to close my clinic just because you’re being stubborn.” 

Miroku chuckled. “Kagome, I promise we won’t bite.” 

“Speak for yourself,” Kaede grumbled.

He ignored her and instead focused on Kagome. Her expression remained reserved, her good arm folded over her abdomen like a sheath, and her fingers curled tight around the comforter. He had never seen someone so on edge before. “I know you’re scared,” he tried slowly, sitting forward with his arms leaning against his thighs. 

“I’m not scared,” she attempted to deflect, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. 

“Cautious, then. You’ve been through a lot, but have we given you any reason not to trust us?”

Miroku knew he had her there. Besides taking her gun away, they had done nothing to show animosity toward her. When she had been alone and dying, Miroku had brought her to their clinic to try to save her, even though she had pointed a gun at him. Kaede had worked tirelessly to mend Kagome’s broken body and keep her from the brink of death. 

They had even given her a name. 

Kagome frowned before sighing with resignation. She couldn’t argue, and Miroku knew it. “Fine,” she eventually relented. 

“Good. I’ll go prepare your room.” Kaede set down the notebook and gave Miroku a pointed look before leaving the room. 

Once she was gone, Kagome found herself suddenly under Miroku’s heavy gaze. She looked over at him, his indigo eyes searching hers, and realized there was a reason Kaede had left them alone. “What?” she demanded, curling the comforter tighter in her hand. 

“When we first met, you had told me you didn’t want the police involved,” Miroku reminded her. 

She raised a brow. “And?”

He tilted his head back and forth, trying to figure out the best way to voice his concerns. Finally, he leveled his gaze on hers again. “Because of your injuries, Kaede wants to take you to Memorial Hospital tomorrow.” 

Immediately, Kagome felt panic tighten her throat and found it hard to breathe. Her memory had been wiped clean, but she knew that hospitals meant questions - questions she couldn’t answer - and curious eyes she wanted to hide from. These feelings weren’t new for her; she had felt this overwhelming anxiety and fear of anyone prying into the mysterious darkness that was her past since she had woken up in this bizarre world of the unknown. She didn’t understand what was driving these feelings. Perhaps it was instinct - a subconscious voice guiding her where her memories couldn’t. She only knew the profound need to listen to it. 

“No,” she said, shaking her head defiantly. There was no way she was going to any hospital, Kaede and Miroku be damned! She’d rather take her chances limping on the street. “No way.” 

Miroku sighed. “Listen to me,” he tried, wanting to pull her back from whatever emotions were surging through her. “I promise that we will keep you safe.” 

“I’ll protect you,” he declared, his warm breath whispering against her cheek. 

She wanted to believe him. She did. “It’s not about me.” 

Strong arms enveloped her. “I’ll protect them, too. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that!” Kagome snapped, her chest aching and tears welling in her eyes of the voice that whispered in her ear. Flickers of images passed through her mind, but none she could make sense of. Hazel eyes blazed with anger born from fear as she glared at Miroku. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep!”

“What’s your plan, then?” he argued. “You want to get better, right? You want to leave this place that you think is so terrible?”

Kagome bit her lip, her vexation palpable as she glowered at him. She silently cursed Miroku and Kaede’s names. How dare they force her into something, knowing she had no method of refusal? The situation she found herself in was the furthest from ideal, and she despised the fact that she had not a sliver of control over her own life. 

But why did she find herself this angry? Sure, the circumstances would have anyone on edge. Yet, there was something about the loss of control, of knowing she had no say in what happened to her, that ached with familiarity. Like her emotional scars were a roadmap of sorts, one that told the travels of her personal war - a war she knew nothing of. 

She wanted to cry out in frustration, the tumultuous vehemence nearly overwhelming. She clenched her hand into a fist and brought it to her forehead, as if to keep all of her thoughts and feelings under control. Her body shook as a whimper forced its way out. Dammit. Damn it all.

Miroku exhaled deeply as he watched Kagome slowly fall apart. She fought so hard to keep it together, but it was obvious she was struggling. He couldn’t even imagine what she was going through. “Kagome,” he tried again, this time his tone softer. “Kagome, look at me.” 

When she didn’t respond, he reached out his hand and rested it gently against her shoulder. At first, she shied away from his touch, flinching at the sudden contact, but he pressed onward. He wrapped his hand carefully around her shoulder, his thumb rubbing soothingly over her skin. 

“It’s okay,” he consoled. “It’s okay.” 

As if his words gave her permission, Kagome finally broke down crying. Her tears came as though, long last, her accumulated ocean of suppressed emotions began to trickle through. Everything she had bottled up for the past two days had finally reached a breaking point. It revealed itself in a way of raw, devastated sobbing. 

Miroku had never seen anyone so vulnerable. He carefully enveloped Kagome into his arms, pulling her to his chest, and she let him without any resistance. The fight had left her, leaving behind a crumpled woman who simply needed to grieve. 

He murmured words of comfort as he held her, running his fingers through her hair. Kagome sobbed breathlessly, his shirt soaked with her tears, her body trembling. He held her tighter, trying to keep her together. There was something so heartrending about the way she collapsed into him - as if for the first time in her life she allowed herself to mourn. 

Once again Miroku found himself wondering what exactly had happened in Kagome’s past, and how deep those scars ran. 

Sixteenth Avenue had never been a place for those with weak stomachs. It rested just outside of what the city had come to know as their own personal skid row, the homeless camps setting up shop only a block east. Most people avoided the area altogether, except for naive tourists lost in the big city and those who intentionally wandered there with dishonest reasons. It was where innocence and dreams went to die. 

Kagura Sho’s black boots clicked solidly against the sidewalk, her gait steady even as her world trembled. Her upbringing had been anything but perfect. She had walked the streets of duplicity and corruption her entire life, and knew them just the same as the backs of her hands. Fear of the streets had faded long ago; she tackled them without ever losing an ounce of composure. 

But tonight, her heart wanted to beat right out of her chest. 

The Merrimaker dive bar sat on the corner, its bright neon lights inviting anyone with shaky conviction to stop in for a night; like a siren singing a song. Kagura marched to the entrance and pulled open the door. The smoky scent of tobacco mixed with the yeasty brew of beer hit her immediately. No matter how often she stepped foot in the place, she could never get used to the sounds and smell. The bar was filled with hundreds of conversations told in low voices, all drowned out by the rock music that drifted from the jukebox. 

She wrinkled her nose. She could never understand the appeal to this hold-in-the-wall. It was small and unglamorous, with dim lighting and dated decor. But she figured the inexpensive drinks and the don’t-ask-don’t-tell benefit had something to do with its charm. It served local clientele with a cash-only service, further interesting the less favorable characters. 

“Look what the cat dragged in,” an imposing man near the entrance called out. Kagura’s frown deepened at the sound of his voice and the taste of bile coated the back of her throat. Considering the way her night was turning out, the last thing she wanted to do was deal with him. 

Kyokotsu Aoyama occupied that particular barseat by the doorway most nights of the week. His mountainous frame scared off anyone looking for a fight, which was probably why he had been dubbed the unofficial security guard of the place, but the guy was dumber than a box of rocks. 

“Kyokotsu,” she snipped, never one for pleasantries. 

He chuckled at her obvious disdain, running his fingers through his jade-colored hair. “Not like you to wander in this early in the night.” 

“I have business to attend to.” Kagura ignored his crooked grin and brushed past him to the bar. 

A familiar bartender with a bandana covering his head stood behind the counter and locked eyes with her. “In back,” he said to her unspoken question, nodding his head toward the rear of the bar. 

She threw up a wave and proceeded to the table in the right corner. The walk from the bar to where her target sat seemed too short, not nearly enough time to try to quiet the drumming in her ears caused by her rapidly beating heart. Her limbs practically shook and she would give anything to turn tail and run, but bolting away like a timid fawn would be far worse punishment. There was no escaping the backlash, even if she wasn’t the reason for the failure. 

Almost instinctively, as if to shield herself from what was to come, Kagura pulled her long, double-breasted jacket tighter around herself. She swallowed thickly as she approached the table, already feeling the unease as six pairs of eyes turned in her direction. A handful of them she had only laid eyes on once or twice, none of them privy enough to be welcomed into the inner circle. The man in the center of them was the one she had been looking for, and he stared back at her with a wicked look in his eyes. 

“Kagura.” Her name rolled off his tongue like sweet venom, causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand at attention. 

She curled her left hand into a fist, her right hand holding tighter to the bag slung over her shoulder. “Naraku,” she greeted. The man she detested more than anyone else, Naraku Onigumo, who stood at the center of her nightmares, had always been someone she avoided like the plague. But, tonight she had a message to deliver, one that would rock the very foundation under him. On the one hand, a part of her craved the look on his face when she told him what had happened, as he realized his plan had failed. On the other hand, she knew his actions following would bring calamity to whoever stood in his way. 

He grinned at her, that sadistic grin that made her skin crawl. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Yeah, you’re never one to show face unless ordered to,” his right-hand man, Byakuya Kageyama, said as he smiled like a Cheshire cat. 

Naraku leaned forward, his dark hair falling over his shoulders, as he twirled the glass of scotch he had in his hand. His beady eyes fixated on her. The way he looked at her made her feel like he was peeling away each layer of her skin achingly slowly, relishing in what her screams would sound like as he did so. There was something about being in his presence that unsettled her. She had recognized it as soon as they had crossed paths years ago, yet found herself drawn to him. Bitten by hunger and terrified of watching her sister suffer gave rise to weakness, leaving Kagura ripe for the picking. 

And he pulled her out of the frying pan and into the fire. 

“It’s about Shikon,” Kagura finally answered, keeping the tremble out of her voice. 

Naraku stopped swirling his glass as his lips twisted into a frown. “Why is it that every time you decide to show up unannounced it brings bad news?” he inquired, his eyes continuing to study her with their piercing glare. “Did Bankotsu misunderstand my request?”

Kagura fiddled with the hem of her jacket uneasily. “Not exactly.” 

“Leave us,” Naraku instructed the rest of his guests, his eyes never leaving hers. The four people Kagura didn’t even care to know the names of abruptly stood and left the table without so much as a fuss. Not many people questioned Naraku these days. Those who did never lived to tell the tale. 

With the group’s parting, Kagura was left to face Naraku and Byakuya alone. Not exactly the best predicament, but it really couldn’t be helped. She squared her shoulders as Naraku stood and rounded the table to stand directly in front of her. The kingpin stood a whole head taller than she and looked down at her, as if condemning her for her inferiority. His red, shiny, impenetrable eyes concealed whatever emotions and thoughts he may have toward the botched misstep. Some people were afraid of Naraku’s perceived forthcoming wrath, but Kagura knew when Naraku hid his emotions, that was when he was the most dangerous. 

“So,” Naraku started, the corner of his lip pulling into a detached smirk. He leaned against the table, picking up his scotch glass and bringing it to his lips. “What about Shikon?”

His relaxed nature sent every instinct in Kagura’s body screaming. Living on the streets embedded a person with a sixth sense for danger, and right now all the alarm bells were ringing. “Bankotsu got in touch with me. Said there was an incident. Apparently the Thunder Brothers and Yura are dead, and Shikon is missing.” 

The pain rocketed through Kagura’s face before she even realized Naraku had moved. Her head jerked to the side and her foot stepped back from the blow, a surprised yelp erupting from her lips. She stood frozen for a moment, her mind trying to catch up with what had just transpired. Her cheek throbbed with heat from where he had back-handed her. 

Most would cower from the infliction of force Naraku never feared to show, but Kagura sometimes believed she was a glutton for punishment. Instead of pleading for his forgiveness, she regained her composure and matched his glare with one of her own. 

Naraku set his glass down on the table, the smirk he had been sporting wiped clean from his face. He looked pissed. From the other end of the bar, people would think he was just having an off day, but Kagura knew better. She could tell by the tightness of Naraku’s jaw, the absence of his usual jovial attitude, and the look in his eye that the kingpin was beyond furious. 

He ran his finger along the rim of his glass, a deep humming tune being played. “Where is Kikyou?” 

“Missing.” Kagura prepared herself for another lash out from Naraku, and nearly flinched as he moved to take another sip from his wine glass. “We’ve lost track of her location, and we’re assuming she took Shikon with her.” 

Finishing his scotch, the ice clinking together, Naraku set down the empty glass on the table and collected his jacket from his chair. As he moved past Kagura and fixed his collar, he paused. “Find her and Shikon. Don’t fail me.” 

Without another word, he walked away from the table and exited the bar. It still took nearly a full minute for Kagura to release a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She winced, instinctively holding up a hand to her throbbing cheek. “Damn that bastard.” 

Byakuya observed her from where he had stayed seated, his eyes drifting from where Naraku had exited to Kagura’s angry expression. “You know, that bold nature of yours is going to get you killed one of these days.” 

Kagura sneered at him. “Bite me.” 

Part of her knew Byakuya had a point, but she simply brushed off his warning. She had bigger problems right now. If she didn’t track down Kikyou and Shikon, she wouldn’t live long enough to care about how bold she was. Naraku would do away with her without a second thought.

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #miroku #sango #mirsan #kagura #naraku #kaede #fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #my fanfiction #the closest moment to the dawn #sassy stays classy

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Fifteen

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: angst, blood, witch coven dynamics, vampire coven dynamics, soul bonds, major character death, canon level violence, blood drinking, mind manipulations, torture, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 6.1k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics​

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Chapter Fifteen - One of Our Own

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Alexander’s taunts are heard from the distance of the clearing. Loki struggles to return to the safety of the ground, Karla only furthers him away from his goal. Levitation aiding in moving them to the opposite side of the clearing.

James and he would have to cross the long running weave to reach Alexander and Y/N.

“Any plans?” Nia questions and Loki grits his teeth, trying to get into Karla’s mind.

Bucky huffs, giving Zemo a hard glare. The man in question shakes his head, retrieving the stake from his jacket pocket.

Zemo carefully leaves Luna’s side, walking the short perimeter, as though observing. He stands behind Maya, within a good enough range to aim his stake at Karla.

Luna closes her eyes, grounding herself to begin the plan of the Celestials. Alexander’s vampires had their backs turned to her. She opens her eyes once the link is created, the low hum of their combined power rests at her fingertips.

Zemo takes a quiet moment, raising his arm, aiming the stake for Karla’s heart. 

Bucky causes small orbs of light to glow, on his palms. Keeping the watchful vampires distracted from Zemo.

The blade of the stake gleams in the moonlight, twinkling as it delivers death to the vampire causing her to fall forward.

Maya removes the stake, turning to pick and choose their prey.

The levitating vampires drop to the ground. 

Luna lifts the weave from, Wong and Maya. 

Wong rushes to their side, standing beside Doctor Strange offering hand.

“Still a Doctor?” Wong questions.

“Still have a flair for the dramatic?” Stephen gives a half smile taking his hand as Wong laughs.

Loki begins to walk with purpose towards the weave.

“Loki.” Bucky calls for his attention, the vampire pauses.

“Have her find me to gain more energy.” Bucky says, opening up a path along the weave, Loki nods, blurring out of view, as he reaches towards the edge of the clearing. 

Opening himself up to the bond, allowing it to guide him, the dread and despair from Y/N’s side of the bond seeps into him. 

Then Malekith steps in Loki’s path, “I have a few scores to settle with you.” He assures, dark embers flowing out of his fingertips surrounding Loki.

The forest begins to turn into a beige walled structure. Loki recognises the room.

——<>——

Luna keeps a steady control on the weave, opening and closing it as the vampires on their side make the kill.

Bucky joins by her side, he looks up at the moon, hoping the power is enough to help.

He feels dread, he choses to ignore the feeling, focusing on connecting with the Celestials. His left arm’s lines begin to glow softly.

The thrum of power amongst the Celestial coven increases, the scent of lavender stronger. The soft lines of spirit solidified.

They work on raising the stakes they buried into the grounds, taking aims at the vampires who were not being tended to by Stephen, Wong, Maya and Zemo.

The stakes swiftly end four vampires each. Bucky feels the dread again, he turns, Loki is surrounded by dark tendrils, his eyes open but blank. Emotionless. 

When Bucky looks at him the dread is replaced by panic, he movies to draw a weave around Malekith. Unsure of how to extract Loki from the grip of the vampire.

Bucky had seldom been able to escape Malekith’s advances, his head was already a mess therefore the vampire did not cause more harm, only practiced upon him.

——<>——

Maya shape-shifts into Ivan Vanko, now able to recreate his powers they head toward him. He only grins in response, predator mocking prey. 

“Shocking isn’t it.” Maya wants to laugh at their pun as Vanko falls down, withering in pain. 

“I’ve studied all the moves you make Vanko.” They tell him, they grab one of the stakes that levitates, lining it up so it hovers perpendicular to the fallen Vanko’s chest.

“I’ve been planning this right from your homophobic comments from day one to the bullshit you did till today, bye Vanko. Been waiting to have you gone.” Maya turns back into their self as the stake falls into Vanko, ceasing his withering movements.

The remaining vampires struggle to escape but the layers of vampire weaves being sown into their places had begun to take effect. The colour of the weave iridescent, a stark contradiction of the effect it had upon the vampires but they all remain trapped within it. Struggling and aching to get free.

Maya moves reaching to help Strange and Wong as they stake the vampires. As they slip in and out of the weave.

“No! Not Malekith!” Maya stops Strange from throwing the dagger, pointing to Loki surrounded by the dark hazy mist.

“Won’t it stop the illusion?” Strange questions, Wong shakes his head. 

“Work on the remainder.” Wong ducks as another fireball comes towards him from a younger vampire.

Bucky keeps the weave up, the conversation he overhears lowering his confidence in being able to rescue Loki.

Y/N screams and Bucky’s face contorts in pain, she was so close, that even he could hear. He looks back at the moon, helplessly.

——<>——

“Long time no see.” Malekith tells Loki.

“Yes, it has been long.” Loki comments, then glares at Malekith as the ground now harbours white tiled floors. 

“I thought you should see your own fears. You know? Change of scenery.” Malekith chuckles.

The monitor rapidly beats and Loki’s eyes widen as Y/N’s body arches off of the plinth. Bite marks litter her skin and she appears lifeless, the monitor only shows a flat line. 

As Loki approaches the treatment table, biting his wrist to give her blood, he is pulled away by John.

Loki takes a swing at him, but when his fist makes contact, the room resets to him watching Y/N being resuscitated. 

“Fuck.” He mutters, haphazardly searching for the rift in the reality. As the scene keeps replaying over and over. 

Then it changes to the vision of the dreaded night in the forest, Y/N’s eyes on him pleading, as she is held down. 

“Why did you not return sooner?” She questions, cries of pain as John drinks from her.

“Why did you leave me?” She begs to know.

“Why did you bring this upon me?” 

Loki tries moving forward to pry John away, but he is held back by Alexander himself.

“Father—,”

“It is a shame she is still unclaimed.” Alexander tuts.

“Father please—,” Loki begs, Y/N whimpers again, John holding him now and Alexander trailing his nose along her sternum.

“I’ll do anything, please let her go.” Loki pleads. John pushes him down to his knees.

Alexander’s eyes harbour red rims, fangs displayed, Loki feels sick to his stomach as he bites over the bond mark. A scream of protest dies against his tongue.

The forest resets.

Y/N begs.

Loki attempts a bargain.

Alexander doesn’t listen.

The forest resets.

Y/N begs.

Loki attempts a bargain.

Alexander doesn’t listen.

The forest resets.

Y/N pleads.

Loki offers himself instead.

Alexander sinks his fangs into her skin.

Loki looks around as the forest resets, for a glimmer of hope, anything to carry himself back to reality. 

Y/N accuses him of never loving her, of leaving her defenceless.

Reality becomes blurred. 

Loki believes her words. 

Over and over.

How he failed her, how he was responsible for her wounds.

Loki sinks into the alteration, a failure, an utter disgrace and Odin’s words ring through his mind.

‘Born not from a god approved bond, a teller of lies, dragging my name with shame.’

‘No son of mine, you are. You won’t get anything.’

——<>——

In the clearing Thor throws off John as he tries to attack him. Nia grabs one of the floating stakes heading towards the vampires of Alexander’s coven. Bucky turns away from watching Loki only for a moment to have John’s familiar stakes, pierce the vampire into place on the ground. 

“Fuck not again.” John groans.

“Thanks.” Thor nods in appreciation, heading towards them to help.

The weave holds the vampires off, keeping them in a perimeter but within the weave they can move easily. Nia moves back as a vampire with blonde hair tries to grab her.

“James, think you can get me out?” Nia calls out and Bucky nods. He knows the weave around Malekith would hold even as he helped Nia.

“Be quick.” He tells her to which Nia laughs, “I have vampire speed.” 

As she steps into the weave Thor moves towards Malekith and Loki, behind Bucky. 

Luna remains focused on allowing Zemo freedom to move between the weave. Staking the vampires still alive.

Nia pushes the body down of the vampire and retrieves the stake. Turning to Bucky for the signal, she looks up at Thor, towering over the warlock’s fallen form. Hand outstretched a smirk on his face.

“What did you do?” She questions him, she gazes down at Bucky’s unconscious form, relieved slightly when his chest still rises and falls. The suns across their bond begin diminishing. 

The larger vampire moves towards Luna, she tries to ward him off with a spell but he grabs her hand, twisting it. 

“My, my Luna, lying about being a half witch?” Thor raises his eyebrows in surprise. 

Stephen and Wong stare at him, pulling back the stakes from the vampires they were dealing with, the pair then takes a step back from the edge of the weave. Since Luna nor Bucky could give them a path to exit if they got stuck inside.

“The Celestials will keep the weave up.” Luna warns then yells in pain as Thor twists her hands more and the bones crack and pierce through her skin. He does the same to her other hand. Throwing her into the weave,

“Good, they should keep you in place. Cowards hiding away.”

“Thor, what the fuck are you doing?” Nia yells at him. He continues to ignore her and the suns that slowly set amongst their bond as she grows more distrustful towards her mate. 

“Just a bit of organising, my sweet mate.” Thor chuckles as though he isn’t betraying every person that stood beside him. 

“How is my brother doing?” He stands in front of Malekith. 

“Getting distressed. About to lose himself,” The vampire smiles in return, closing his eyes once again.

“Good, see how long you can keep him inside. Make it permanent.” Thor turns to Stephen and Wong. 

“You know Stephen, you derailed my plans.” Thor narrows his eyes. 

“I believe you are derailing ours.” Stephen counters, the larger vampire smirks satisfied at the tensing in Stephen’s jaw.

“Oh, no, no, fret not, this is just an extension of your plan.” Thor smiles at their confused looks. 

“Thor, fuck, what even in the fucking hell.” Nia presses her fingers to her temples, mind moving a mile a minute.

“Oh, mate.” Thor coos.

“Tell me the fucking truth!” She yells and her ability to extract the truth moves within her words. A shadow of the syllables they wrap around her mate’s throat, gently coaxing the truth. 

“I am taking what is mine.” Thor turns to her. Walking up to his mate. 

Stephen moves towards Malekith, needing to break Loki out of the spell. He crosses the small opening that Luna grants him passage using his speed. He carefully stops near Bucky just as Thor turns to raise an eyebrow at him.

“Stephen, Stephen, Stephen,” Thor tuts with a disappointed shake of his head, “If you do anything to move Loki away, he will be lost.”

Strange meet’s Wong’s gaze, who simply nods in confirmation. The doctor’s jaw sets, glare trained upon Thor.

Zemo willingly enters the weave, cradling Luna and giving her the bottle of blood they had hidden around along with the stakes. Her bones begin to retreat with a squelch and crack. Her whimpers pressed against the skin of his neck.

He glares at Thor, “Traitor.” He mutters.

The blonde vampire only smiles, “Takes one to know one.”

“Thor.” Nia calls to him, still demanding answers. 

“Ah, yes. Your precious Celestial best friend, is going to lead Alexander to his death.” Thor tells her as if recalling a conversation already done. 

“That doesn’t explain why you’re attacking the people on our side. People who have stood by you. People who trust you.” Nia demands. 

“Such a smart little cookie, catching onto the grander scheme. Trust, oh you sweet little new vampire, cardinal rule of immortality— trust no one.” Thor chuckles. 

“Thor.” Nia glares at him, her eyes turning red rimmed. 

“Oh give it a rest, Nia. The throne that Alexander sits upon is willed away to my insubordinate brother.” Thor glowers.

“You want the throne of a horrible man?” Nia questions, aghast.

“The kingdom is what I want. You can rule beside me, Nia. Loki never deserved any of it. He always wanted to run. I lost what Odin left for me. Loki could never live up to either Father. Yet, Alexander chose him. When, I am more than capable. Because I stood up-to Father, I left his shit show and Loki stuck around.” He shrugs, holding out his hand in offer.

“At the expense of your brother and my best friend dying?” Nia cannot recognise the man in front of her.

“All wars have sacrifices. I will honour them my love. I assure you, I will. Join me.” Thor smiles at her, hopeful.

“You know I will not accept.” She spits at him. 

“We could rule.” He states, “I could take you anywhere you want. You could be anyone, do anything. Eternity is ours.” Thor says, oh so gleeful.

Nia’s gaze flickers to Bucky, who gets to his knees, glaring at the back of Thor’s head. Stephen looks down at Bucky concerned. He looks back at Nia mouthing, stall him.

——<>——

Bucky turns towards Loki, still kneeling keeping his movements slow and silent. Thor was being distracted and this could work in their favour. Bucky focuses on finding Loki.The dark haze not allowing him to delve into either vampire’s mind.

Fuck. Bucky thinks hard, Thor was turning against them and he needed Loki to return. He winces as the throbbing pain emerges from where Thor hit him.

The warlock makes a small circle onto the ground, demarcating the directions after a quick spell for a compass, he turns to gaze north.

‘From the North I request Air, to create a small passageway amongst the dark swirls.’ He speaks in his mind. 

For a moment, there is no wind, the trees and their rustling leaves grow silent.

Then a gust of wind blows, the music of the forest returns. Bucky narrows his eyes, spotting a small partition in the dark haze as the wind blows. Bucky looks up at the moon thankful, then thanks the Air from the North.

Closing his eyes, he finds the familiar allure that Loki held; Bucky focuses on visualising grasping the vampire’s temples. As if attempting to enter his mind.

All Bucky can see are images of the forest’s night, Loki kneeling watching with venom stinging his eyes. When the warlock looks toward what Loki watches, his breath hitches.

Blood, so much blood.

Y/N’s cries and whimper, he looks at the vampires crouched over another body, when Alexander stands. Bucky stumbles seeing himself being a prey.

Loki groans in pain as though feeling every wound that litters the images of Y/N and Bucky.

“Loki!” Bucky calls out, but the attempts go unheard.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” Malekith laughs menacingly.

“Malekith.” Bucky greets, looking back at Loki.

“He’s not able to separate reality anymore.” Malekith admires his handy work.

“Next up, is you.” The vampire warns and Bucky takes off running. Grabbing Loki’s arm. Loki stumbles but follows blindly.

“James?” He questions and Bucky sighs still running, “How? Alexander was drinking from you and—,”

“Loki you need to get out. This, this is Malekith’s doing, you aren’t in reality.” Bucky pants as they hide behind trees.

“Thor has turned on us. You need to return—,”

“Oh, warlock, he’s all mine.” Malekith calls out distantly but nearing steadfast.

“Fuck, Loki, there isn’t time. Y/N is still alive, Alexander has her, we need to protect her, we cannot abandon her. This is not reality! It is not our reality. You must return.” Bucky shakes Loki grabbing his arms.

“Lies. I left her defenceless, you defenceless.” Loki pushes his hands away.

“Loki do you remember what I said?” Bucky cannot stay any longer, he can feel the breach Malekith attempts on his own mind.

“About?” Loki narrows his eyes then gazes at the scene of the forest resetting.

“About what I felt. Do you remember what I said you felt like?” Bucky grows impatient.

“A snowflake?” Loki answers hesitantly, Bucky nods.

“Focus on the snowflakes and stars, your stars with her. No matter what, the snowflakes and stars will guide you back to reality. To me. To Y/N. To your reality.” Bucky’s form disappears and Loki sinks to his knees at another loss.

A single snowflake rests upon his cheek.

The scene resets.

Both the witch and warlock scream and blame him.

The vampire bows his head in defeat.

Not able to even rise from his knees.

Loki takes every bit of pain and hurt and remains on the floor of the forest.

——<>——

“How did Stephen ruin your plan?” It is an innocent question but Nia’s ability yet again urges him to answer.

“Loki was to return much later. Actually within a few days of today. Right as this battle took place. He would not stand a chance and Y/N,” Thor laughs, “She would be too far gone into John’s little pills to care. My brother would die saving her from her own inevitable death. However this change of plan will do. Malekith will deal with Loki.” He shrugs.

“Bold of you to assume we will not come for another tyrant.” Zemo bellows, Thor narrows his eyes.

“How will you even move with a stake to your heart?” He gleams as Zemo’s anger grows.

“Thor, all this for a glorified chair?” Nia shakes her head, “Who even are you anymore?” She questions venom pooling her eyes.

“I’m still your Thor.” He defends, “Still your chosen mate by the moon that illuminates my crowning night.

“You willingly put her in danger, drove them apart. You lied to me. You hid this from me. This is why you did not want me being a vampire so soon.” She accuses, realisations dawning on her. As if she was just waking up from a trance.

“I did what had to be done. I simply expedited the process that Luna saw years ago.” Thor’s jaw clenches, “Are you with me? Or against me? I could have kept you human. I found you being a vampire is in my favour.” He speaks, voice stern.

“What if I am against you?” Nia questions, out of the corner of her eye; Nia watches as Bucky stands, trying not to make a sound of discomfort.

Stephen uses his ability to know if Bucky required any immediate medical attention, minor swelling over his head, a slight dizziness. Bruises. Scabs from falling.

Stephen extends a small vial to Bucky.

The vampire tilts his head towards Loki, when Bucky wordlessly questions the source. The Doctor pats his pockets again to indicate he had more if required.

Bucky carefully drinks from the vial. The blood tastes, sort of sweet, like a nectar, but it has an edge to it. He tucks the vial into his own pocket. Slowly as Loki’s blood mixes with his own, he feels renewed, his injuries not hurting as much.

He clenches his fist, ready to take on Thor. John groans trying to get the stakes off, Bucky has the stakes press into him further. 

“Nothing a mate command won’t fix.” Thor grins, then it falters as Nia’s eyebrows furrow, his words sound dragged out as if hearing him in slow motion on a video.

Thor’s gaze shifts to Wong, eyes slowly turning to red. Wong only smiles his own eyes, red rimmed. 

Bucky raises his left arm, releasing Nia from the weave and casting another around Thor. The vampire turns charging towards Bucky in a slowed down speed as Wong maintains his hold. The weave blurs in and out as Thor keeps trudging through trying to attack Bucky.

Bucky takes quick inventory of the weave around Malekith the same begins to occur. The warlock closes his eyes, linking with spirit to the moon. 

The flickering weaves stay fixed in place. 

Thor stumbles to his knees at the force of the weave stopping him in place. 

“You will regret this. Every single one of you!” Thor yells at them. 

Stephen looks back at Nia, the two of them know the remaining vampires need to be taken out. Still several remain standing. 

“Can you ask the Celestials to break the weave?” Wong requests Luna, she gazes at him confused.

“I can slow them down enough to be staked.” Wong assures.

“Worth a try.” Zemo adds, looking to Luna.

“I can try. Bucky is focused upon the weaves so if I am not able to control…” Luna trails off standing up with Zemo’s assistance. 

The scent of lavender grows in the air and lines of spirit in the shape of lavender sprigs surround her. 

When they are ready, Luna closes her eyes, reconnecting with Clark, Miles and Sierra. Who are back at the coven house.

“Incoming.” Clark warns as the mind link opens and they bombarded with all the information Luna processes.

“Thor turned into a villain?” Sierra’s jaw drops.

“Focus,” Miles says, “We need to always pay attention.”

“Drop the weave.” Luna orders gruffly and they begin to reverse each layer from their places in the circle.

“So much for not being High Priestess.” Miles grumbles and Clark just shakes his head, following the umpteenth order.

Ten Months Ago.

In the aftermath of the coven’s sacrifice. Luna stands at the centre of the circle. Sierra, Miles and Clark watch her as she collects herself.

Sierra denotes the scattered pieces of the bond that are akin to thorns on the stem of a rose.

“Everyone presumed the soft petals to be what I felt during the bond.” Luna turns to Sierra. 

“But all I felt were the thorns.” She completes. 

“You’re part witch, still.” Clark observes her aura. 

“I believe this is what happens to Celestials when we are turned.” Luna looks at him. 

“Are you going to turn us?” Miles questions as Luna shakes her head dismissively. 

“Then what are you planning to do to us?” He counters. 

“You have a task remaining, a witch to awaken, her mate is hampering the process.” Luna informs and all three furrow their brows. 

“Wait, she has a vampire for a mate?” Sierra’s eyes widen, it wasn’t highly uncommon, but still a rare occurrence. 

“Why is he hampering the process?” Clark focuses on the task at hand, trivial things are not the matter to be discussed. They had lost their coven over this baby witch. 

“It is a grander scheme of things that needs to be done.” Luna explains, settling up the clearing to look as though there had been a great battle.

“As High Priestess—,”

“You are High Priest.” Luna interrupts Clark cutting off Miles.

“Either way, we have a right to know.” Clark defends.

“I will seek you out soon. For now, leave. Find shelter.” Luna advises, her voice growing urgent.

“How will you find us?” Sierra questions.

“How all Celestials find one another. Blood ties us.” Luna explains, sitting in the place right near being staked and setting the dead high priestess to seem as if Luna killed her.

“Run.” Luna wards them off.

They gather their things and remain quick on their feet.

Returning to the studio apartment where Sierra lived.

The exhaustion and sadness weighs down and they begin the ritual to honour the souls lost.

Nine Months Ago.

Luna returned eight days after the month ended. Head covered by the cloak and her eyes carrying a heaviness all too familiar of being guilt ridden survivors of a lost coven. 

Clark stands when Luna enters. Miles and Sierra watch from their places. 

“How much death do you carry?” The question slips from Miles before he can catch it, mend it. 

“Far too much.” Luna answers with a sigh of exhaustion though she feels not an iota of tiredness. 

“Do you have information on the yet to be awakened witch?” Sierra switches to the main concerned topic. 

Luna nods. 

“You must however wait nine months.” She says and all of them begin to speak at the same time. 

“Nine months? Our only family is dead and we need to wait nine months to find this, this catalyst?” 

“Are you out of your mind we must awaken her now. If it is a battle up ahead we need time to train her.”

“Make some semblance of sense.”

The sentences tangle with each other and Luna raises a hand to silence their onslaught. 

“There are intricate timings to be followed.” She murmurs. 

“I will teach you the spell, lend you help from a distance.” She stands once again, joining her hands then parting them as a grimoire appears and rests on Luna’s hands. 

Sierra looks at the book intently. Miles and Clark exchange a look.   

“You need to be honest with us Luna. We cannot operate in the dark.” Clark vocalises their concerns. 

“I understand blind faith and trust is hard to come by but I ask you of this, till we awaken, Y/N.” The half witch requests. 

Clark repeats the baby witch’s name and then nods, 

“However if we feel at any point this risks the lives against the greater good of the coven we will abandon.” 

“Clark.” Sierra says his name in protest. 

“As High Priest I will not will away my coven to die.” He gives her a look of finality. 

“I can understand, however as a Celestial, you are entrusted with the responsibility to take down Alexander Pierce.” Luna narrows her eyes when Clark’s gaze hardens. 

“You wish to escape that responsibility?” She counters. 

“I wish to escape death.” Clark admits, holding Miles’ hand. 

“I cannot assure a favourable outcome but I will assure you a chance to avenge your lost family at terms you deem safe.” Luna promises. 

“What of her? This, Y/N?” Miles questions. 

“She is not our concern if she brought this upon us.” Clark says, emotionless. 

“Clark.” Miles chastises. 

“We lost our only family, Miles. I do not care about a witch who brings problems. If she can hold her own in a fight well and good. Otherwise her mate can care for her.” Clark’s rudeness seeps into the words and Luna briefly worries about the fate of the young witch. 

“How do we get to her?” All eyes turn to Sierra. 

“She is currently at university works in a hospital, they have a vacancy for a nurse.” Luna nods when Sierra understands what is requested of her. 

“Alright I will observe.” Sierra agrees. 

“Later one of you shall pose as patients to further contact.” Luna tells the two warlocks. 

“Alright.” Miles nods. 

“What is required of the spell? Clark brings out his own grimoire to note down the spell. 

Luna takes a deep breath and begins to explain the entire process. 

Present.

Y/N gasps for air then whimpers when the movement causes pain all across her chest. 

Gazing down she is greeted by the sight of red seeping into her clothes. The material torn along her collarbones as Alexander bit into her and then kept spitting her blood out. 

Her gaze searches for the vampire monarch. He stands against the very tree he had splintered with her body being thrown against it. 

“Faria why do you no longer taste sweet?” He questions as Y/N’s gaze meets his own. 

“I’m not, Faria.” Y/N struggles to speak, voice hoarse. 

“Why must you keep lying, my love? It is me, admit it. Admit your guilt. You didn’t die all those years ago. I am salvation right at your feet, but you must bow to me.” He demands, pushing himself from the tree with such a force that the bark breaks under the weight of his strength. 

Y/N’s vision grows bleary again. 

A snowflake rests against her forehead. Cold almost aiding her in tracing the unique pattern with the way it radiates a heat even in the cold of its touch. 

Her eyes begin to close, exhaustion dragging her under once more. Dread seeps into her chest as Alexander grabs her hair and tilts her head. 

Her eyes flutter once again at the second snowflake that resembles a star twinkling in the night.

Red rimmed eyes, green, blue, red.

“my child, follow my voice.” A haunting echo Y/N struggles to follow.

———<>———

A tiny snowflake falls upon Loki’s cheek, followed by another. He turns, from laying on his stomach to laying on his back. There is twinkling in sky as the snowflakes gleam as though tiny stars in the moonlight.

Footsteps approach him, Loki remembers this night. First night of his immortality.

“Enjoying being on your knees, cheekbones?” Brock’s voice greets.

“I haven’t fed, Rumlow.” Loki furrows his brows noticing that there is a lack of snow falling upon Brock.

The night changes into twilight, Rumlow fades away. 

He finds himself in his office reading the page upon which James Barnes had written his piece. His drink stays watered down by the ice.

“Professor.” 

Loki’s eyes move to meet the blue eyed man, who holds hands with his mate, Y/N.

“James, Y/N?” He questions their intertwined fingers, an ache of longing manifests upon his own finger tips.

“We could have lived.” Y/N says, looking into his green eyes with her familiar shade of home that the vampire had longed for since years.

“Had you not been selfish, had you not returned.” James completes.

Loki furrows his brows, a twinkling outside his window. Loki walks towards the window, stumbling back when he finds Y/N covered in bites and bleeding.

When he turns in the office, James stands, dark circles under his eyes, longer hair sticking up in every direction.

Another twinkling snowflake floats near the warlock’s head.

“Loki.” Y/N’s voice speaks from the chair they lounged and read upon. 

Twinkling snowflakes surround her, he touches one. Bright light warm hands embrace him. Tears on his shirt.

Loki moves back, turning, hand grazing past the snowflake near Bucky.

“Mr. Barnes, this is good work. Have you considered submitting work for publishing?” Loki questions as Bucky stares at the high grade on his poem.

“Um, honestly, no…” Bucky admits, a pink tinge dusts his cheeks.

“Please consider. I have contacts who may help. If you are worried about doing it alone, choose someone you may be comfortable with in sharing author space.” Loki smiles encouragingly, a week into the creative writing course starting and Loki felt he had found the top runner.

“Poetess—I mean, Y/N. Her work is really great as well.” Bucky admits and Loki’s stomach plummets at the fluttering sensation of the star appearing upon his chest. Loki gives an involuntary shiver as though something cold also presses his skin.

Bucky coughs bringing Loki back into the present moment, “I mean unless—,”

“She has yet to show her potential in the submitted work. Maybe if she shows promise I will offer the chance to the two of you.” Loki smiles and Bucky nods, gathering his things.

Loki looks around the now empty forest. Malekith stands before him.

“How are you breaking through?” The vampire questions, knowing he left no room for escape.

Loki shakes his head, as the fuzziness clears. His eyes widen recalling Bucky’s words, stars, snowflakes, him and Y/N. 

Loki’s jaw sets, “Malekith.” 

Malekith beings to reset the forest again, Loki appears before him, closing the distance.

Loki grabs his throat, leaping upwards, then turning so as they land, Malekith groans at the impact on his head against the ground.

“Let us see your memories. What have you buried underneath?” Loki grins wickedly, closing his eyes, delving into Malekith’s mind. 

The steady stream of twinkling snowflakes guide Loki back to reality. 

He opens his green eyes, the dark swirls still surround him and their creator. The bitter taste of betrayal from Thor seizes his heart. Malekith had tried distracting him with other thoughts and memories, bringing to light his own brother’s betrayal for the throne.

Loki would have willingly handed it over. In a heartbeat.

Malekith falls to his knees as Loki takes control of the dark swirls. He looks to the moon and then, turns to look back at the clearing.

———<>——

“If you think a mere weave will stop my plans you are wrong.” Thor speaks turned away from Loki.

“Malekith will end Loki and Y/N won’t be able to take his loss.” Thor spits out.

The weave drops from the trapped vampires, Nia does not make a move as hell breaks loose around them. Zemo, Stephen, Maya and Wong begin to take the vampires out while providing cover to Nia, Luna and Bucky.

“I suggest you re-evaluate your thought process. How could you, brother?” Loki calls out. Thor turns his attention to his brother, nostrils flared in anger.

“You should be more attentive brother.” Thor sneers, before Loki can respond he feels the hands of Malekith on his head, pushing him down and pulling him back into the altered reality.

“Loki!” Bucky turns just as a pained scream echoes sending a shudder through the two men.

“James find—,” Loki’s eyes go blank before he can complete the sentence. 

Bucky’s jaw sets, he begins moving towards Malekith. Embers igniting at his palms.

“Oh, Warlock. I can follow breadcrumbs too. Lead me right to you.” Malekith widens his arms and the dark embers that surround Loki, now move to surround Bucky. His blue eyes widen as the forest turns into the snow covered floor of his coven house in Romania.

Thor notices the distraction has the weave disappear again. He takes a caution filled step outside. Wong is preoccupied and Thor made sure a further cavalry would arrive to keep everyone busy and away from his plans.

“Thor.” Nia draws his attention.

“You will rule beside me, even if I have to force you.” Thor warns, fully out of the weave.

“I believe you will not have an opportunity for that.” Nia sneers and Thor feels the sting of a stake against his chest.

“You would not.” Thor scoffs, grabbing her right hand and twisting the stake, to press against it her chest.

“Wouldn’t you? You are already sacrificing one of our own.” Nia raises an eyebrow, not allowing the pain of the tip of the stake breaking her skin to reflect in her eyes.

“We could have ruled, Nia.” Thor speaks with regret.

“You’re right.” Nia agrees, “We could have.”

“This is an unfortunate moment.” He decrees.

“Where you chose a glorified chair over me?”

The thousand suns harboured between them, turn into eclipses, darkness covers their bond. The brightest sun turns decayed morphing into a black hole, consuming every part of the bond Thor and Nia shared. The two drop to the floor still in each other’s embrace.

The pained cry from losing a mate has all the vampires stop in their tracks and stare at the unmoving pair. All too well, they know the pain is worse than death, even worse is living without the one destined for you. 

Never was a second chance given. The only way was to find comfort in another who lost a mate as well.

Luna and Zemo exchange a pained gaze. Maya covers her mouth with her palm. Stephen looks to the floor, squeezing his eyes shut, “Fuck.”

Slowly the dead vampire’s body moves from their mate’s arm to lay lifeless on the ground.

Thor’s blue and brown eyes are coated with fresh venom. The last touch of Nia’s skin upon him, was not of the stake but of her soft fingertips as she closed his eyes.

Finally screaming out once again in pain of the bond breaking, the pain of her mate dying. The pain of having to kill her own mate, crazed for power and unwilling to see reason.

Her left hand stays pressed against his side, from where she had struck him with the stake. She drops the first stake from her right hand. Her body shaking with dry heaved sobs, she looked up at the sky, stars twinkling like her tears once did when she was human.

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a.n: hi everyone so its a little difficult writing tenebrous sticking to a schedule since as you kow the story is very layered s i am not going to be giving myself a date to update since it gets really frantic for me, my target will however be to update once every ten days or so it could be earlier there is just a little more to go so i hope you stick around to read.

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polythiest asks: 19, 11

Oh my gosh! I meant to reblog @flamingkorybante 's responses but you're right, I posted an ask meme! Ok let's do this.

19. How have your Gods affected your life?

Hoooooo… more than I can say. When I was about 13 and just getting into Wicca, which was all I could find (it was like 2001), I tried plugging into the Celtic pantheon and Brigid in particular and it just never clicked. I made some futile efforts towards Artemis when I was older, and Athena, and Apollo, all Strong or Logical or Independent or Rational gods that look like white people in the picture books, and nothing clicked. Dead air, no signal. Closed that chapter, moved on.

In 2007, I became a professional drag king and started describing myself as transgender and genderqueer. In 2011, I started thinking about Dionysos. I found that strange, internally, bc what does the party god have to do with my uptight, basically straightedge ass? Drunken debauchery? No thank you. Then I read Hermaphrodeities by Raven Kaldera (I'll let someone else explain who that is). That book described a Dionysos I could relate to - queer, mixed divinity, mixed race, an outsider, mad; someone with the freedom that I in my Spartan anhedonia craved. In February 2012, my partner channeled the god and he spoke to me. I still have the exchange.

Since then I would say that Dionysos has been instrumental in me taking steps to become more comfortable in my skin, my brain, and my heart. I have made friends, built relationships, and been places that never would have occurred if not for the shared enthusiasm for D. (Some good, some bad, of course, but all definitely influential.) He was with me as I prepared for surgery, and his mentor Cybele was there to receive our blood offerings when Rocket and I had healed. He was with me onstage, in the doctor's office, in forests and mountains and fields, as I mythologized my suffering and found a way through. He was with me when my mental health bottomed out and he was with me on the hotline when I begged for help not dying. He was with me as I went onto head meds, and then he was quiet, and when I went back off head meds he was there waiting for me. I think my heart has opened, I have become kinder, and my spirit has become freer with the help of Dionysos. I am still learning to love and enjoy my body, and he is still there helping me to do so.

There are other deities but he has always been at the center of my practice, and in many ways of my world.

I have an ancestral practice as well, so if we want to include those spirits as "deities," they have helped me buy a house for my chosen family (and the house next door as we grew!), find financial stability, keep my family safe, and quiet those who would do us harm. Seriously, if I were to embed one piece of advice in this response, it would be that your ancestors want you to thrive, let them help you.

11. Do you pray? If so, what do your prayers look like?

For a while I had a daily devotional practice, but at this point in my life prayers are more for special occasions. I don't usually need to ask the gods for anything - and usually I know what they want me to work on or bring them, so the only purpose in communicating is to say thank you. When I do that, the format is usually:

light a candle particular to that deity

burn some incense

purify myself some way (it varies)

invoke them by name and with a series of epithets

read or sing a prayer or hymn (orphic, etc), or a poem

say what I need to say

sit quietly for a while

say "thank you"

bow

put out the candle

The one regular practice I do have is that every week I change out the water in all the offering glasses on both altars (personal deity altar and house ancestor altar), and when I do that I do invoke each entity or family line and say thank you. I usually dust and reset or redecorate the altars monthly.

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