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[cyndalyssa]

Happy almost Valentine's Day, people, and while I'm low on romantic ideas that aren't a comic, I can still write out a scene that plays out in my head every time I listen to this song.

Anyway, little oneshot about Orko and Dree Elle having a little bonding time, set in my own little continuity.

She was a Trollan Song Mage. They were known for their powerful voices, but she spoke in soft tones. She did not like small spaces and preferred to wander. She daydreamed quite often, most likely about home. She couldn’t remember just how she ended up in a different dimension. If one looked closely enough, they could see bags under her eyes (though trying to see a Trollan’s face is considered very rude).

Orko was not sure who Dree Elle was before the Horde. He had stumbled upon her during his mission to find the captured Prince Adam in the Fright Zone (which was through that portal to Eternia’s sister world, Etheria) and give him his sword–and a bonus sword for some reason–so He-Man could save the day. He had known the Horde had a “siren” singing very distinctly Trollan song spells during their invasion, and was livid at the thought of one of his own kind working for the Horde. But when he found her, she was barely levitating inside of a cylindrical glass chamber, her throat raspy from overuse, her clothing worn and hair unkempt, and her frame malnourished. At that moment, his anger fizzled away at seeing her circumstances. His choice to free her was a no-brainer. 

Thanks to He-Man, his new friend She-Ra (who Orko later learned was Adam’s long lost twin sister Adora–who the bonus sword was for), the Great Rebellion on the other side of the portal, and an angry Skeletor who did not want the Horde’s claws on his prize, Eternia managed to kick the Horde out and seal the gate. The Sorceress warned that they’d return, but when they do, Eternia will be ready. 

But, for now, Orko was focused on his fellow Trollan’s well-being. He had been frequently checking up on her in the medical bay since the invasion, keeping her company whenever she was awake and getting to know her a little. He reassured her that the medicine was safe and the food wasn’t toxic to them–he should know, he had to go through a process of making sure he didn’t have any intolerance to Eternian food–and kept track of her progress. 

Though she soon regained the strength to float normally, she was still shy around the Eternians, and often lost in her own thoughts. Orko personally gave her a tour around the palace, seeing what she was interested in. He caught the spark of curiosity when she met Melanktha, the Royal Archaeologist. He was amused at her absolute glee at trying chocolate. And she was drawn to the beauty of the Royal Garden, where she sat quietly and enjoyed the peace it brought.

Rain or shine, she liked that garden. She’d lay on the roof of the little gazebo to sunbathe and look up at the clouds, help the gardener tend to the plants, meditate beside the stream that cut through the garden, and even retreated to the thicker brush whenever she was scared or distressed. One such instance was when Skeletor attacked Eternos–Dree Elle, likely recalling a similar incident by the Horde, shrieked with enough power to bring everyone to their knees and shatter windows, and fled in tears. Despite his ears ringing, Orko quickly located her in the garden, and sat with her until she calmed down. 

She asked him to take her medallion–which kept her magic working correctly on this world, much like Orko’s wand did before it broke–after that. Though honoring her request, he couldn’t help but be a little sad to see a Song Mage not want to sing. Still, he kept it in his music box, and entrusted the key to Adam.

It was a rainy day again. A light drizzle, but a rainy day nonetheless. Orko knew that he would find her sitting in the gazebo in the garden, watching the rain fall.

Everyone was busy today. Man-At-Arms received news of Skeletor doing something in the Mystic Mountains, so he, Adam, and Teela, along with some others, went out to investigate. The King and Queen were entangled in annoying politics. The staff had their duties to carry out. So, Orko had been studying and practicing magic in his chambers for half the day, before wondering how Dree Elle was doing. 

He had thought about just teleporting into the gazebo, but the last time he did that, he startled her, and she fled to the bushes before she realized it was him. So, he went with the approach of floating through the rain with the intent of letting her see him. The now-wet wizard sat next to her, taking note of her wistful eyes. 

“Are you okay?”

Dree snapped out of her trance, and glanced at him. “Just… missing Trolla.”

He understood that feeling all too well. He had been on Eternia for years now, and while he had come to appreciate his new home, sometimes he’d be struck with how much he missed his favorite food. The fishing fields that he’d frequent with his friend Squonge to catch fish. The feel of laying in soft, golden grass and smelling the flowers at his mother’s grave. The magic that flowed around his body like a gentle stream instead of crackling like lightning. The uncle that he could turn to for advice and comfort, who he so desperately wanted to hug again. 

“Yeah. I miss it, too,” he said. “What do you miss about it?”

Dree Elle’s hands fidgeted. “The purple mountains that watched over my hometown. The meadows that I played in as a little girl. The herbs and flowers that my mother grew in the garden. The artifacts that my father carefully preserved in the vault…” She brought her knees up to her chest and hugged them. “My mother and father. My little brother and his mischief. My friends. The children I’d sing and read to. My teachers who taught me how to use my Song Magic.” She gave a low, sardonic chuckle. “Even the really annoying, snooty daughter of the mayor. Never thought I’d miss her and her insulting my plain dress.”

Orko blinked. “Hey, now, you look great in pink! And the purple hood, the purple undershirt sleeves, that purple… thing around your waist and hips…” He motioned his hands around his own hips to indicate what he was talking about. “Sorry, I don’t know clothing, but I still think you look good.” He thought of adding that her medallion would have tied the look together, but decided against it. 

Dree giggled. “Thank you.” She sighed, looking back out at the garden. “I was just thinking of how these plants and the ones on Etheria were different from the ones back home, that triggered the homesickness.”

“What do Etherian plants look like?”

“Lots of pinks and purples. Plenty of greens and blues too, but the pink and purple catch your eye the most.” Her eyes scanned the garden before her. “So far, I’m seeing mostly green here. I never thought I’d see so much green in my life.”

Orko leaned back, holding himself up with his arms. “I know, right? I was surprised when I first came here. You learn that green plants are dead on Trolla, only to find it means they’re healthy here.”

“At least they’re lovely shades of green.”

Like your eyes, Orko thought. He always thought that green eyes were pretty, especially when it was a combo of a soft spring green sclera and a sparkling emerald iris. A girl would look at him with those and he’d be a puddle in an instant. 

He looked up at the sky, realizing that he was staring at her eyes and wanting to avoid any implications. The guys were already teasing him about having a crush, and Man-At-Arms had pointed out that after what she had been through, she was likely not in the mood for that. She still needed a friend, though, and Orko was fine with that. 

Looking over the walls and at the blue sky breaking through the clouds, he then thought of how Dree Elle wasn’t seeing much beyond Eternos. Granted, there was always Skeletor getting up to something, but the bonehead’s shenanigans were in the Mystic Mountains this time, so perhaps Orko ought to steal this chance to get her out of her comfort zone a little. 

“Hey, Dree, you want to go on a flight?”

Dree turned to him, blinking. “A flight?”

Orko nodded, and floated off his seat. “You, me, exploring the countryside and the forest, seeing the farms and villages outside the city. Think of it as a little tour of the surrounding area, seeing how beautiful Eternia really is.”

Dree unrolled back into a standard seating position, her eyes shining with curiosity. However, after pondering a moment, fear crossed her eyes and she shrunk back. “Orko, what if those warmongers see us? What if they decide to take us prisoner, or worse?”

“Dree…” He took her hands. “It’s okay. They’re not home. At least, the bigshots aren’t. I’m sure the minions are just stuck at Snake Mountain, wondering what to do.” He chuckled at the thought, but quickly took a more serious tone. “Listen, we’re not going in that direction. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Just stick with me, and you’ll be alright, okay?”

Dree looked down at the floor, her eyes still filled with uncertainty. She took a simple glance upward at his eyes–those kind, confident, sweet golden eyes, telling her not to be afraid–and then at the golden ring symbol on his chest–a magical emblem exceptionally rare, earned by a very few worthy Trollans that could embody hope and light. With that little bit of faith, she nodded, and allowed herself to be lifted up.

Holding her hand, Orko flew out of the gazebo, up out of the garden, and took her to the break in the clouds. Dree’s heart raced as she looked down at the palace, getting smaller and smaller as the pair ascended. They entered the door that led to the clear skies above the clouds, and she gazed at how they rolled beneath them. 

“I can’t see anything,” she deadpanned. 

“Oh, I know… just thought I’d start off with…” Orko grabbed a piece of cloud and smashed it against his scarf, making him look as if he had a beard. “THIS!”

Dree’s free hand flew to her mouth and she giggled. 

Orko grabbed more cloud with the tailends of his scarf, threw it on his head, and magicked it to the shape of a top hat. He tipped the hat, revealing his usual wizard hat, saying in a deeper voice, “How do you do, Madame?” 

Dree laughed some more, covering her veiled face in an effort to contain herself. But it was difficult to do so when Orko kept shaping clouds into various hats, masks, and faces to bear resemblance to another something or someone. He even let go of her hand to mold clouds into muscles and a sword, and raising the sword up, he declared, “I am He-Man! The Most Powerful Man in the Universe!”

Between laughs, Dree scolded, “Poking fun at Eternia’s hero? Hahaha, shame on you!”

Orko laughed. “Don’t worry, he’s not uptight. I’m sure he’d find it funny.”

Then, as they flew forward, Orko started dipping in and out of the clouds, chattering and squawking like the sea birds of Trolla’s oceans, even shaping clouds around his arms to look like feathers, and that had Dree holding her gut in laughter. Beneath his scarf, Orko was grinning, enjoying the mirth that radiated from her. 

He glanced ahead, and saw another break in the clouds. He let his cloud wings fly away, and said, “All right, enough of me fooling around, let me show you the countryside I promised.”

Dree’s laughter died down, and she saw the break. Her fears started crawling back to mind, but one look at Orko told her it was going to be okay. She took a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

“All right, here we go!” 

They fell into a graceful dive through the break, like a pair of falcons in a stoop. However, the Trollans were preferring an angle, circling each other in a dance as they descended down the sunbeam shining from it. The breeze ruffled their robes and the cool mist caressed their ears, but their eyes were still on each other, both not wanting to lose the other. 

They pitched forward just meters from the ground, now flying through the meadows and farmland that surrounded them. Dree looked around, in awe of so much green. Orko waved to farmers tending their fields or ranchers tending their livestock, and even to children playing in the grass now that the sun was coming out. 

They flew over a village, where the commoners were just going about their lives. Shopping for goods from farmers and merchants, children chasing each other around the streets, neighbors calling to each other from windows–it wasn’t unlike a scene back home. True, everyone was walking instead of floating, every building was embedded in the ground instead of half of them floating, and the colors of the town weren’t as vibrant, but both settings had ordinary people living ordinary lives, something that Dree Elle wished she had again. The two Trollans waved to the townsfolk, with some waving back. 

Flying over the meadow, Orko sprinkled a little magic on the ground to invite flowers to bloom. Dree gasped at the flowers, enchanted by the colors that popped out of the green. 

They flew into the forest, weaving through the trees but still making sure to keep each other in sight. Orko made more flowers bloom, and willed them to make confetti out of their petals. The trees joined in with shedding some of their leaves, and there seemed to be a sparkle in each sunbeam that broke through the canopy. 

He pulled her to a tree with crazy roots that looked like a slide, and proceeded to slide down its slick, mossy surface. After they went through a loop and slid down the hill to a ramp at the end, they took flight again once it launched them back into the air.

They found themselves at a river. They followed it upstream, with Orko running his hand over it and creating a mist that bore a rainbow. Dree could never get why the rainbow’s arc curved upward instead of downward, but accepted it as another oddity of non-Trollan worlds. 

She flinched when Orko hit his hand on a rock, yelping in pain, and had to retreat it from the water. He cradled the hand with a sheepish look in his eyes. 

They startled various beasts along the way. Some brought to mind Cringer, though with fierce gazes unlike the timid tiger; some were more dog-like or bear-like. Some were horned and hoofed beasts, moaning in contentment as they grazed. Some were little primates, hooting and hollering at them. Snake-like Crawlers were hissing and crocodilian Garks were growling at them from the ground, unable to catch them due to their speed. Little bushtailed rodents were chittering, feasting upon nuts, and some even decided to toss some nuts Orko’s way, something he cursed at them for.

Small creatures, be they mammal, reptilian, avian, or insect, scattered, sensing the magic from Orko and deciding to flee rather than deal with him. Dree could hear chirps and squawks and caws from the branches, and she noticed that the culprits were birds. So many fascinating creatures, though she still stuck close to Orko, having seen some of the predators. 

They burst from the forest to a small lake, nestled by a cliff and being fed by a waterfall. The lake shimmered in the sunlight, and fish jumped from the water, reminding Dree of the ocean birds that did the same on Trolla. 

The pair ascended the waterfall, both running their hands through the white water. There were more rainbows to behold on the way up, and both their clothes were getting damp from the mist. 

They made it to the top of the waterfall with a leap and created a rainbow of their own. Laughter erupted from them both as they were wrapped up in their joy. They found a nice branch on a nearby tree to sit on, and stared ahead at the lush, green landscape ahead. The forest, the river, the meadows, the fields… all of it was breathtaking, up to the shining city of Eternos in the distance.

Orko heaved out a deep breath. “Whew! That was quite the flight, wasn’t it?”

Dree nodded. “I’ll say. I don’t think I noticed how tired I was getting.” She beamed at the view before her. “There’s just so much to take in.”

“Heh, yeah.”

Realizing that the tree bore fruit and recognizing the fruit as something safe, Orko plucked a large one, cracked it on the branch, and handed one half to Dree. “Here, have some. It tastes a lot like an egnaro.”

Dree took the half offered to her, broke off a piece, and slipped it under her veil and into her mouth. Chewing it, she hummed and squeaked in delight.

“Good, huh?”

“Mm-hm!”

“That’s good.” Orko leaned back, watching the rain clouds roll away into the distance. He picked a good day to explore and view the countryside, especially for Dree Elle to see. This spot in particular was beautiful, in contrast to some of the uglier sides of Eternia, such as the volcanic fields around Snake Mountain, the barren Sands of Time, or the Tar Swamps he first found himself in. 

That brought him back to his first days here, how scared and alone he felt after going through a harrowing experience. How after the worst day of his life, he didn’t have his uncle to turn to anymore. How the nightmares plagued him and how he bottled emotions up so as to not be a burden. How nothing made sense anymore, how his magic wasn’t working right, how he found himself scrutinized by every eye, both curious and judgmental, that did not know who or what he was, or whether he was good or evil. He counted himself lucky that he found the Royal Family and earned their good will by saving the prince. 

But the loneliness of being the only Trollan on Eternia had still weighed on him.

“Orko?”

His ears perked up when she turned to him. 

“Thank you. This was wonderful.”

Seeing the way her eyes beamed at him warmed his heart. She was in a difficult place herself, not too different from the turmoil he felt when he first came, though in some ways worse, given her ordeal in the Horde. But in some other ways, it was better, for there was a fellow Trollan to help her adjust to a strange new world while the wounds healed. 

Hopefully, the Song Mage would someday have the will to sing again. 

#masters of the universe #motu #orko #dree elle #fanfiction #oneshot #lyssa writes #i need a tag for this au

[lyssak09]

Hi how are you?

Maybe this request of mine can be complicated so if you want not to do it, I understand...

Well, what if the reader is the new survivor in the entity's Realm and catches the attention of the yanderes, making them obsessed and in love with the reader, and of course the reader doesn't realize that... What would happen?

The Yanderes would be: Nemesis, Michael Myres, Pyramid Head, Pinhead, Trapper, Leon, Dwight, Felix, Jack.

I only wrote for Michael, Pyramid Head, and Pinhead for this one. I'm spliting this up so this part will have the killers and another post will have the survivors. I have the killers done but not the survivors so instead of waiting to finish them to post this, why not split it up? Thanks to my sister for helping me out with this one as well!! Happy reading

Michael Myers:

Of course, like most killers, he first saw you in a trial. 

He saw you working on a generator with Claudette. Her face went pale as she pulled you away from the generator.

You, being new, didn’t know what she was doing and just followed her not questioning anything that she was doing. 

Michael took a great interest as a way to play with his new prey.

Even though Claudette seemed to have dragged you away, she didn’t go far enough since Michael appeared out of nowhere. 

You had heard him tier up once already, and this was now the second time. 

He grabbed Claudette and stabbed her, leaving you too scared to move. You didn’t know he was there, how had he snuck up on you guys so fast?

He dropped Claudette’s lifeless body on the group, looking back towards you. 

The fear on your face was amusing to him.

He wanted to see more of it. 

He walked towards you, trying to make you move.

Which worked amazingly, since you turned and sprinted in the other direction.

He trailed behind you a ways away, making sure that his heartbeat would fade away, making you think you were safe.

You wandered towards your last two teammates, Dwight and Meg, working on a generator together.

You tried to help them work on the gen, but of course, Michael had to make sure to implement more fear into you.

His heartbeat got closer and closer, but none of you guys knew where he was

That was until he grabbed Meg off the generator and stabbed her.

Dwight ran away, also causing the generator to blow up.

Then it was just you and him.

You froze in fear, expecting him to hook you or just straight up stab you. But he didn't

Michael was confused. He couldn't kill you. This was nothing like how he normally feels. He feels satisfied when killing. But now, he was frustrated.

What about you makes him like this? He had to find out. So he didn't kill you. Just downed you and placed you in the shack. 

Right on top of the hatch.

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is a bipolar yandere. He is also obsessive and possessive.

So he is definitely not gonna share. 

He is usually a ‘kind’ (by yandere standards in dbd) yandere, but on some days he can be cruel. Not as cruel as others though.

When he learned about your presence, he knew he didn’t want to leave you.

It did not take long for you to get put into a trial with him. 

Like Michael, he tried his best to kill all of your teammates before you could save them. 

Forcing them into his trails and putting them in the Cage of Atonement when you got too close. 

But, if you got too close to the Cage, he would just walk closer towards it, making it teleport away from where you both were. 

It was basically a game seeing who would get to the survivor first.

If someone else tried to save them, he would force them to go down and trade with the person in the cage.

He repeated this until you were the last one left.

You were all his now.

You scurried like a mouse, trying to find the hatch, before hearing its winding presence of freedom. 

As you ran towards the noise, you saw him standing over the hatch, his terror radius was completely gone. Behind him, a broken generator, that was nearly done, was left sparking. 

He had Trail of Torment. 

But he didn’t close it even though he could see you.

He just stood there.

You turned to run away, but you could hear the swing of his metal sword going through the air.

You turned back around to see him still standing on the hatch, but he was gesturing towards it with his head.

He wanted you to have it.

On days/trials where he has been pissed off, he is not so nice, even to you. Will he torment you as much as the other survivors in the trial? No. But he is gonna give you the hatch like usual? Hell no

Pinhead:

Pinhead is a Possessive yandere, but he is also very narcissistic and sadistic.

So he won’t share, but he will also talk about himself and himself only.

If you ever heard him while he was talking to anyone, he would literally only talk about himself.

But, you had only heard him talking to someone else once.

Needless to say, that was the last time you ever wanted to hear him talk.

He is sadistic, so he is mean. He’ll purposely tunnel you in trails just to hear you cry.

It's one of his favorite noises.

When you first met him in a trial, he wasn’t nice to you once so ever. He learned that he loves to hear your cry in agony. He repeatedly knocked you down, picked you up, and let you wiggle off, then knocked you down again.

He was playing with you.

Of course, it didn’t feel like he was just playing with you, it felt like suffering.

He did this the whole course of the trial. Only stopping when one of the other survivors runs past him. He’d drop you then go after said survivor for a bit, making you think he’s done torturing you.

Boy were you dead wrong.

As soon as you are about to reach one of your friends to help get you off of the ground he snatches you up and starts the cycle all over again. 

Until the other survivors (those who aren’t dead) fix up all the gens and open the gates. 

They’ll try to save you but can’t without being hooked or moried. So they’ll have to leave you

What a great introduction to this guy right?

Anytime you had a trial with him you felt so much agony, after the first couple trials with him your friends gave up on trying to help you. Anytime they did they’d get downed, hooked, or moried. It seemed pointless to them.

Pinhead doesn’t understand his feelings towards you, nor does he care to understand them. He’ll just keep doing whatever it takes to get these feelings to either lessen or will do anything for his feelings if they please him.

So you can either expect a sadistic Pinhead or a creepily nice/stalkery Pinhead during a trial with him. 

Good Luck

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanon #yandere monster #yandere dbd x reader #yandere dbd #dbd #dbd killer #dead by daylight #yandere dead by daylight #dbd michael myers #dbd pyramid head #dbd pinhead #miss blue writing #ask lyssa

[i-mybrunettelady]

my future will listen to me

Summary: Alysannyra meets her patron goddess, Lyssa, at long last. Content warnings: None Spoilers: HoT & LWS3 Note: My piece for the @gw2-zine! Go check out the world of my lovely collaborators, and go follow the zine blog! Happy zine release day!

I 

Everyone’s dressed the same, in the same white robe. It’s designed so that it’ll never be worn outside of the ceremony and outside of this one moment in a child’s life, which makes the fine silver embroidery on it that much more meaningful. Alysannyra cannot fathom how it was made - they’d just taken her measurements one day and three weeks later, this gown appeared on their door. She doesn’t even try. Instead, she wears it with as much pride as she can, not knowing where her blessings lie yet. She wears her hair down like everyone else and she tries to not hate how it blends her in with a whole generation of eight-year olds in the watchful eyes of the high society of Divinity’s Reach. 

There are two children before her. She can feel the stares of the proud parents in the shadows of the grand church. She can’t turn, not now, because the question she needs to answer can’t be found in their expectant and somber silence. Murals cast a green light on the pale hair of a boy next to her, but he doesn’t seem unsure. Nervous, maybe, but not unsure. 

Anyone would be nervous in the presence of gods. Their statues cast large shadows in their absence. And the children are to kneel before the one whose gifts they have and go into their church’s fold. It’s no small task, but if Alysannyra knows anything, it’s that she can’t cower under the burden of it. So she stands with her back straight, in a white robe that tickles her ankles from the early morning breeze, and she doesn’t turn to her family. 

Instead, she looks between Lyssa and Balthazar, trying to chase where the feeling in her heart is leading her. So far, the pull’s stronger with Lyssa, but Nyra doesn’t have magic. She isn’t worried. She’s only eight; nobody has magic yet. But some have a better idea of what it might be than others. A child walks over to kneel before Melandru. A priest accepts the handle they’d been carrying and places it by Her feet. Green magic swirls around them and it’s done. 

A clicking sound of hundreds of little heels echoes against the stone floor as they all make one step forward. 

A choice has to be made, and soon. Alysannyra carries her head high, taller than most other kids already, and stares at Lyssa’s graceful form in the center of the Six. Pinks and purples of the vitrage behind her twin forms cast an inviting light that seems to twist and bend in strange shapes, as if to spite the harmony that doesn’t seem perturbed by them. Balthazar’s helmet feels comfortable; Alysannyra, too, will one day wear a helmet, as a member of the Seraph. Its weight feels irrelevant, necessary, part of the regalia as much as the white robe is. She can almost feel the pressure of the hot metal in her bare hands and she feels the war call to her. 

The blonde-haired boy steps forward and steadily walks towards Grenth. He offers the candle, if a little clumsily, and kneels as an unsettling magic twirls around him. Alysannyra watches when his eyes widen just slightly, feeling the magic on his skin, and that is done, too. He is now a member of the Church of Grenth, potential necromancer in the making. He moves away with that knowledge, and now it’s Alysannyra’s turn. 

She doesn’t move quite yet. The limited time she had to choose wasn’t enough, but she can’t ruin this. Her family’s reputation, at least for a season, is at stake, and that little feeling in her chest that burns every time someone calls her Lady Ainsaph, too. She takes a deep breath, looks once more, stares into the eyes of the statues, and turns right. She is a daughter of Ascalon, a daughter of war, and Balthazar would be fitting. 

She lifts one foot off the ground when something in her gut screams no. She holds her head high as she suddenly turns left and walks down to where Lyssa is, candle in hand. Clamor of the people is silenced by the determined clicking of her heels, but she feels at peace. 

Come, daughter, the statue seems to say. Part of her knows this will make people talk, but in a strange way, she looks forward to it. She looks forward to the chaos a slight movement of feet will cause, and lifts her head even higher. 

And when she finally kneels and feels the magic seep into her skin, Alysannyra knows she’s made the right choice. Let them talk, let them gawk. 

At least she’s not just a simple Lady Ainsaph anymore, even if the rebellion is as small as this. 

II

Lyssa’s Reliquary is a fucking maze. Shelves of stone that house both man and monster shaped horrors would be enough to disorient most people, and such feeling is only made worse by the little portals that pop up like zits in the most random fucking places. Nyra hates them the most, even though she’s trying to stay level headed in the face of illusions that remind her of all the bad things she’s done and all the blood on her hands. 

But portals don’t disorient her. The chaos of the reliquary only bothered her for mere seconds before she found the rhythm in this place and she’s been riding it ever since. Renira tries to keep up, visibly struggling. Nyra traverses the sacred space like she was born to do it, and maybe she was. Maybe at birth, Lyssa watched from wherever She is now and pointed Her clawed hand (because in Nyra’s mind, Lyssa’s hands have always been clawed) in her direction so she could pass through Her reliquary once she grew up. 

It’s a comforting thought, in a way. It’s the only comfort she has when she slices through a tortured, gruesome vision of Apatia, dead by Nyra’s own hand. It’s the sole thing keeping her sane when she falls through yet another portal to escape the grasp of an illusory Mordrem Trahearne. 

“Where to now? How do we get down?” Renira shouts, wiping sweat off her brow. She swallows when she looks down at the ground below, but it’s the only sign of distress she offers. Nyra’s getting just slightly better at reading her. Or maybe she just lets Nyra see. Her eyes, golden like a cat’s in the stifling, dark chaos around them, don’t betray anything but a grim determination. 

“I think I know the way down,” Nyra says. “It won’t end with us falling to our deaths, hopefully. I’m getting quite a feel for this place.” 

“Of course you are,” Renira replies. “You’re about as chaotic as this reliquary is.” She gives a small smile. “It suits you, after all.” 

“Ever the charmer, Sulver,” Nyra shakes her head. In another life, they might have developed a romance following their brief hookup in Ebonhawke years ago, and the thought of exploring this place with a lover sounds romantic until she remembers she killed her actual lover in Maguuma. Now, it's a flaring ache that makes her look away in shame. 

“You’re alright, Nyra,” Renira says, strangely gentle. She places a gloved hand on Nyra’s shoulder and though she can’t feel the comfort, she feels undeserving of such sentiment. She’s never really emoted well, but she supposes a lifetime of spying on people makes it easy to identify emotions, regardless of expression or lack thereof. 

Nyra shakes her hand off. “Let’s go,” she says. Renira simply nods. 

But before they can make a single step, a big voice booms in the wind. “That is, in fact, the correct way, Alysannyra Ainsaf! It’s taken you a lot less time than I’d anticipated, too.” 

Nyra’s heart sinks to her feet. She doesn’t need to see to know who it is - the goddess Herself, as much in the flesh as they come these days, and She sounds more than a little smug about it all. 

It takes her a moment to find her voice. “Hail, Lyssa,” she says loudly. A part of her hates how uncertain she sounds, but to make up for it, she turns to the direction of Lyssa's voice. She can’t see Her, of course; mortals can’t see gods. Nyra remembers the story of Malchor. She likes her ability to see, thank you very much. She remembers how anguished his ghost was, howling Dwayna’s name like an injured beast.

And maybe she’s like that, too, alive yet forced to walk with guilt and grief eating away at her spirit and her bones. Because she tried to jump into the sea below not that long ago. In Lyssa’s temple, her mind cruelly supplies and Nyra shivers beneath her armor.  

Can she even bear to look Lyssa in the eye now? 

“Formal,” Lyssa says. “There is no need, daughter. I think you’re right at home. Would you be so formal with your parents?” 

Nyra sits down. Renira watches, unsure of what to do, and she signals her to do the same. “If I’m at home, goddess,” Nyra says, “then I’m sure you won’t mind if I bring a guest?” 

“Your mesmer friend? She can stay. Her magic is in my domain, though her blessings are, funnily enough, not. What is your name, mesmer?” 

“Renira, goddess,” she says cautiously. 

“Illusory,” Lyssa replies. “Just like it should be.” 

Renira stiffens and digs her nails in her gloves, but her face remains calm. “Yes, goddess.” 

Nyra wants to ask what that is all about, but knows she needs to tread cautiously, too. Her head’s too exhausted and heavy for two mind games at once. Besides, she needs Renira as an ally here and she’s not stupid enough to risk it by asking questions like this. 

“Lyssa, I have a question,” Nyra says. She swears she can see the wind around them move to face her and tilt a little to the side in curiosity. “You invited me here in a dream. You spoke to me when you sensed that we were backed into a corner in our search, so it stands to reason that you know what we’re after. If I may, what information do you have on Balthazar’s whereabouts?” 

Lyssa’s laughter echoes like a thousand drums, and Nyra digs her clawed gauntlets into her thighs to not cover her ears. She can feel Renira looking at her, maybe bewildered, maybe with that ever present calm, but she doesn’t want to turn away now. A part of her knows she should be more humble, now that she has blood on her hands that will never go away as long as she’s alive, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t answer that little voice in her head that slaps the notion away like a gnat. 

“Oh, you’re brave!” Lyssa says as laughter dies on Her windy lips. “Humanity hasn’t produced a person this fearless in a long, long while.” 

“That’s what happens when you have nothing to lose,” Nyra says. Her throat becomes tight and her eyes prickle with tears. “I tried to jump from Your temple not that long ago. I think I’ve earned the right to ask questions directly.” 

“I know you did,” Her voice becomes quieter. Of course She knows. “Your mind is still in chaos. It will be until your death. You placed any peace for yourself at the altar of glory long ago.” The wind blows forward, and a ghostly hand cups Nyra’s cheek. It’s cold and unsettling and it makes her skin crawl. She breathes out and closes her eyes tightly. Her heart feels like it wants to beat out of her chest. “Was it worth it?” 

Nyra’s quiet for a while. Tears slide down her skin, burning, yet the ghostly fingers wipe them away. She feels the heaviness of her armor, the tickling of her hair that was once a flag behind her and that now barely reaches her shoulders. Her shoulder aches from the fighting, her heart aches from the evil she’s done, all in the name of her own glory and this fucking world that she’s judged to be worthy of Trahearne’s life. She feels claws softly digging into the sweaty skin of her cheek, as sharp as the ones on her hands. 

Nyra tears light with them and makes it her own. If Lyssa draws blood, that too would belong to Nyra. 

Nyra opens her eyes. “Yes.” 

Lyssa runs a hand through her hair. “I’d hunt you down if you answered any differently,” She simply says. “I sent you that dream because I knew you would be able to stand up to Balthazar. You, daughter, and nobody else. You will either kill him or die trying.” She then lets go and Nyra catches her breath fully again, like a pressure has been lifted.

“I only need to track him down, then,” Nyra says, with a renewed fire in her chest. “So, tell me what you know, goddess.” 

III

She does find Balthazar in the end. These days, the memory of him doesn’t burn so painfully as it did at first. The scars he left on her arms and her legs and on the skin of her stomach and lower back remain hidden under clothes, but Nyra knows they’re there. 

She’s used to them, somehow. They’re her shrine to her heresy, after all. In her home chapel, his place is empty because she carries the reminder of him on her skin. And if she, in her grief-induced craze, had her way, she’d bring down every single statue of him in Tyria by hand. 

Let her be the only shrine he’ll ever have left, on a wartorn path to erase everything else. Sometimes, she remembers Lyssa asking her if it’s worth it. If she thought she knew pain then, when she stood before her goddess, she should’ve considered her answer a little more. 

But Nyra knows pain now. She knows the pain of grief, of loss, of a broken faith, and her answer remains the same. Gods have left Tyria, but this answer is the closest thing she has to a divine oath. 

It’s always worth it.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #inspo birb has come to town #alysannyra #renira sulver #lyssa #gw2 lyssa #coyh zine #gw2 writing #gw2 fic #gw2 commander #:333 ITS OUT LOOK AT MY BABYGIRL SHE'S OUTTT #i need everyone to tell me what they think of lyssa asap #and hers and nyra's relationship #two feral women having a mother-daughter relationship of sorts #gahhh i love it sm #gw2 human #humanposting

[noveldivergence]

One of my OCs requested by a friend who is familiar with them.

Lyssa Delgado has everything a woman could ask for. Her parents are both wealthy, she has a devoted husband, and their daughter is as cute as a button. Of course, she's had her ups and downs in life, but most don't know the specifics. They also don't know the specifics about the cult her uncle Aleksander runs out of the family's hometown in Georgia.

She's also a bit...off. There's a reason her mother named her for the Greek goddess of madness after all. Her background being raised as a devotee of the Dark One certainly hasn't helped her stabilize, but she's good at masking her issues.

Lyssa was born with magic, specifically a voice that can control the actions (but not nature) of others. She hated using it...once upon a time.

Reference used was a photo of Barbie Ferreira.

#pls reblog my art #writing #writeblr #original characters #writblr #wip: the apostates #worldbuilding #original character #art #original art #character art #oc art #oc artwork #oc: lyssa delgado

[runelocked]

“ I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING, ” he tells her, and his words are falling over each other in his angry determination to make her understand, “ I sacrificed everything for you. You and Michael, HAH ! ” At the mention of his eldest son’s name, William’s features twist, coiled and tight. Even that reaction, visceral and vicious as it is, is more emotion than he’s given Ollie in quite some time. Except tonight. Tonight, he’s not quite himself. “ The two of you, you never cared. I have the two of you the world and you threw it back in my face. And— And I’ll tell you another thing, too!”

He feels like shit. Physically and mentally. Hardly fully upright while he jabs an aggressive finger at her, chest heaving in an attempt to calm his breaths. Letting her work him up had never been the plan, but neither had any of this. And he’s mortified, too, by the shame inside him that’s rapidly rising: not only the shame of behaving like this in front of her, that egotistical shame, but the shame that comes with remembering past mistakes. In this case, most of his daughter’s childhood and teenage years. He’s not entirely oblivious, after all. The past, however, is not something he wants to think about. Not when it comes to his faults. A sneer painted on his lips, he says, as candid as he can, movement unsteady and swaying:

“ No wonder I couldn’t fuckin’ stand to be at home. Being reminded constantly of what a disappointment you turned out to be— God, I feel sick.”

CONTINUED. / @feardrummed

#(( why is it that THIS thread makes me hate him so much more than other threads where he’s literally killing People 💀 )) #(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread. #(oxo) family burdened: william & ollie. #a; feardrummed #(ui) original: lyssa. #tw alcohol #tw aggression #tw dysfunctional family #tw toxic parents #tw emotional abuse #(( let me know if this is too much 😭 i felt like such an asshole writing that last part SHSKHD )) #( ask to tag. ) #(u) i always come back: queue.

[fablewritesnonsense]

Last Line Challenge

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Tagged by @justaduckarts

Okay so I'm caught on a technicality here because the last thing I was writing was actually my original WIP currently titled Team Squishy so I'm including both and I am so sorry neither are particularly interesting.

Nuclear Family: Richard realized what the girls were doing and waved them off.

Team Squishy: Maybe the Blessed get better treatment than that, but it's defintly a far more attractive option.

No-Pressure-Tagging @andyandnormski @bokatan @bardic-inspo @thefallenangelsgang

#fable writing stuff #nuclear family au #nuclear family #my original shit #nobody asked but Team Squishy is actually inspired by BG3 and my ocs for my playthroughs #specifically because Wyll broke up with Lyssa because i didnt realize you locked yourself out of the Iron Throne if you kill Gortash #and Fable got Gale's “bad” ending #so now its about heros from a worldwide cataclysmic event who suffered in love during/after and are now in group therapy at a winery #and then they have to save the world again

[lyssasdrafts]

the thing about elriel or gwynriel is that it’s like having to pick between the folklore album or the evermore album.

#— lyssa’s thoughts #we need to normalize being a multi shipper here #i could write a whole dissertation #on how willow was written about gwynriel #and how illicit affairs or cardigan is elriel

[lena-rambles]

find the word

thanks @violets-in-her-arms-writes for the tag! took me a few days, but here i am lol

i was given trip, throne, tired, tempt, and tone. i switched the latter two's order because both answers are from the same scene and chronologically it worked better haha

also editing to put it under a read more because damn i pasted a lot

trip ; i got nothing for this ;-;

throne ; once upon a cursèd dream

A thought brushes against the back of my mind. I have yet to see her face, but she seems familiar. Her thin frame, delicate hands, and there—a faint mark on her forearm. I suck in a sharp breath and finally lift my gaze. Our eyes meet. She has stopped in her tracks, only halfway through the throne room, but I don’t blame her. She whispers under her breath and her eyes, light brown and familiar, flick across my body. In a daze, I rise from my throne and shake off Mother hissing my name. I know everyone is staring at us, I can feel the curious heat of their eyes, but for once I am able to ignore them.

(re)tired ; long live the queen

I sank into the music, savouring it and committing it to memory until I heard it next. We danced for two songs afterwards, then retired from the floor. We made our way to his parents, who stood by the marble fountain talking with Lords Cassius and Alba. The two men bowed and excused themselves, leaving Theodore and I alone with Cadmus and Priscilla. “Felicem diem brumatis,” I greeted. “Happy solstice,” they returned, Priscilla a beat behind her husband.

(s)tone ; eris

(a dark sapphic fantasy that i hope to introduce sometime. aesthetic rbs here. also this "line" is ridiculously long but i'm also very fond of this entire scene so-)

The outskirts of Feyre weren’t pretty. If Lyssa was honest, the whole area surrounding the capital was dreary: a monotonous collection of farms and gaunt faces trudging down the murky streets. The north end of the city was likely the finest urban neighborhood in Tallia, the home of the wealthy, but the streets gradually worsened towards the south. Despite Lyssa’s grand plans of revolution, she didn’t like being in Feyre longer than she had to unless she was in the north end. Unfortunately, she was meeting an informant in Eira Park; not the picture of wealth. She strode through the streets, weeds and stones bowing beneath her feet. The houses here were clustered closer than Llorian marriages, with solid bases but looking weaker the taller they were. The people of Feyre preferred growing up than out, which made for a few unstable structures. It didn’t take much longer for her to arrive at the meeting spot: Rafe’s Tavern. The building looked to be three houses stacked on top of each other, the tavern at the bottom melding into the stone foundation that stretched across the whole block. Lyssa ducked under the hand-painted sign hanging in the doorway—not the smartest architectural decision—and claimed a small table away from the rowdy men arm-wrestling in the corner. She reached into her gold pouch and pulled out a coin for when the barmaid came around, then rested her forearms on the table. A minute later, a barmaid came around and Lyssa ordered a pint of berry mead. The tavern door creaked open and two people came in, her informant and— Rieka?

tempt ; eris

Lyssa scoffed. “I know someone who would spill information to me like water from a bucket. You don’t know that Rieka doesn’t have someone.” “She doesn’t, I swear.” Lyssa chuckled, but before she could say anything more, the barmaid arrived with her berry mead. While Melian ordered, Lyssa took the chance to look at Rieka for the first time in a while. She was sturdy and lithe but hunched. Her silver-white hair hung heavy around her porcelain skin, slick and tangly. Lyssa reached a foot across the floor and touched her calf. Rieka startled but smiled at Lyssa. “You’re Rieka?” Rieka’s face slid into a blank mask, which Lyssa knew was because she didn’t want to laugh and give the game away. Even though the two hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year, the lure of playing with an unwitting person was too tempting. “Yes, ma’am.”

tagging @reneesbooks, @the-stray-storyteller, @gummybugg, and whoever else wants to for the words dark, grin, breath(e), scream, and music

(also renee and cécile you're both on the oucd taglist so there's a sneak peek of a shabby draft for you up there)

#writing games! #wip. once upon a cursèd dream #ch. aurore #ch. pippa #wip. long live the queen #wip. eris #ch. lyssa #ch. rieka #mwahaha your first introduction to my happy project #as i call it #unapologetically evil main character trying to take over the kingdom #with her runaway werewolf girlfriend #and the mc's middle child syndrome cousin who decides it's a great idea to be a third wheel #for reference his name is jesper #and my side blog @lena-otherwips has all my reblogs until i officially introduce it if you're interested #own work #llq. writing #find the word game

[jessica-writes22]

An altercation between Lyssa and Invidia

"You can't have him." A sharp voice spoke from behind me.

"Excuse me," I raised my eyebrow and turned to face Invidia. There was no doubt she was beautiful. Her emerald dress wrapped around her body, and the mask made her eyes shine.

"Kian heart. You can't have what's mine." sh stated confidently. Her eyes looked down on me.

"You are a fool to think that I want him." I frown.

"I know when a bitch is lying so cut the crap. You're just a toy to him. Trust me he will tire of you." she retorted.

"Your jealousy isn't my problem. Just know, if I want something then I'll have it." my eyes narrowed as I crossed my arms. 

"Me, jealous of you. Ha, I  have no reason to be jealous of anyone, let alone a girl too consumed by her sin to be anything more than a pawn."

"Invidia. You don't know me, nor what I'm capable of. Keep your dirty hand off Kian or you will no longer have hands." I growled and walked away.

#wip: trials of avaidia #writeblrs #writeblr #tiny scene sunday #lyssa scene #lyssa vs invidia #writeblr community #my writing

[dextervexter]

lyssa drak did not consume the flesh of her dead lover and the forbidden books of her family just to be shipped with sinestro just saying. proving loyalty my ass the only proof he needs of her loyalty is that she hasn’t killed and eaten him yet.

#i love lyssa so much but every time i read GL i have to be very brave and stomach the awful writing they give her #why woul lyssa sleep with sinestro when 1) he is pathetic and 2) i am RIGHT HERE LYSSA #i love sinestro but hes beneath her

[irisrainbowplumed]

(x / x / x)

Lyssa! Frenzied rage Scathing rabies I call out to you Hysteria clenches my heart Mania runs through my veins I dance in a fit of wild excitement Feverishly raising my hands to the sky I pray to you, Great daimona

#my posts #my writing #text #prayers #lyssa 🦊 #lyssa goddess #lyssa deity #lyssa #hellenic polythiest #hellenic polytheism

[lyssak09]

Hey can i ask a Yandere archangels hcs (separated) where their obsession is their soulmates?

Pronouns for the reader can be She/her

I didn't know exactly if you meant them in like a soulmate AU or something so I just did some soulmate AUs from the wonderful @creativepromptsforwriting. Some have different soulmate AUs than others. I really enjoyed writing this! Happy reading 💙

Yandere Archangels soulmates

Lucifer

Name & Telepathy

Archangels weren’t made for humans, so why the fuck did a name replace his vessel’s soulmate’s name. 

When Lucifer took over Nick’s body he never thought about the soulmate thing his father put in place for you humans. Nick’s soulmate had already died so he didn’t really think about it.

Til he felt a burning sensation on his left arm one day, Lucifer saw Sarah’s name (Nick’s deceased wife) disappear and a new name replace it, Y/N.

You on the other hand were born with the name Lucifer on your left arm. Your parents couldn’t believe someone would name their baby Lucifer! When you were old enough to fully understand the whole soulmate concept you just thought your soulmate had cruel parents to name them that.

The thought that the Lucifer is your soulmate never even crossed anyone's mind. 

Lucifer wanted to know why he had a soulmate, he did research and found nothing about archangels having soulmates. This must be another cruel joke from his father. Like he could ever have a soulmate.

He tried to ignore it and pretend nothing changed. But a part of him wanted to know if you were real or not. Lucifer thought about you more than he would ever like to admit. To the point you could hear his thoughts, sure you’ve heard of soulmates being connected telepathically but never thought you’d be one of those who are.

“Why the fuck would he give me a soulmate? I fell from heaven because of humans, I wasn’t his favorite anymore because of them! They’re a broken, flawed, and murderous species! It's so like him to make one be my soulmate” You heard someone say, you shot your head up, looking for the owner of the voice. Finding nothing you try to brush it off and continue with what you were doing. “I wonder if I’m her soulmate? Now that would be a plot twist.” You hear the voice laugh. You’re either going crazy, or you can hear your soulmate. “Imagine, having the devil as your soulmate! HA! ‘Mom, Dad, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Lucifer’ that would be fun to see.” The voice cackles. Yep, you’re going crazy.

Hearing him in your head has caused you to think about the crazy person who’s your soulmate, causing the telepathic connection between you to reach him.

“I can’t believe my soulmate is crazy. He thinks he’s the devil! He’s gotta be in an institution or something.” Lucifer hears right as he’s killing a lone angel. He stares at the angel whom he has in a choke hold, “Did you say something?”. The angel looks at him like he’s nuts. “Yeah, you’re right, it's probably nothing. Anyways, enjoy your snooze fest wings!” Lucifer grins then disintegrates the angel. “The person who is supposed to complete me says he’s the devil. I mean, that's crazy! I hope he gets help before I meet him if I ever meet him.” He hears the voice again, Lucifer whips his head around but finds no one is near. He thinks before he gains a smirk, “I guess she is real. I have a soulmate.”. Lucifer laughs before looking up at the sky, “Thanks pop, this should be fun”

Since hearing your voice Lucifer is interested in meeting you now, there’s got to be a reason why God made you for him. He won’t admit it but he enjoys hearing you when you talk to yourself, he gets to learn more about you. And unfortunately, you are in fact interesting.

The more he learns about you/hears you the more he feels for you. Finding you has become a priority for him now. Lucifer finds your inner thoughts and monologues you do to be both stupid and adorable at the same time. He’s falling for you without meeting you, not that he would admit that.

Lucifer will finally figure out where you are because of your thoughts. He comes to stake you out, he doesn’t expect to be smitten by your idiotic and stupid pretty face. It makes him angry how he feels about you now, not only was he falling for you just from hearing you and your thoughts, but now he’s actually physically attracted to you!

Lucifer will secretly watch you, either he’ll do it himself or have a demon do it for him if he has matters to attend to. Watching you, your daily routines, and how you interact with people doesn’t help Lucifer in trying to find out why you’re his soulmate. But it does unfortunately cause him to fall for you even more.

He’ll ‘coincidently’ bump into you sometimes, just to interact with you, even if it's just for a second. Lucifer tells himself he does it to learn about you and your weaknesses, but he just wants to see you and talk to you.

It starts to become less of a coincidence that he’s almost everywhere you are and more of a very creepy purposeful thing in your eyes. To the point where you just straight-up confront him on it one day.

“Look Nick, I’m starting to think you’re following me everywhere and it needs to stop. If you have something to say then just come right out with it.” You scold the man, expecting his smile to fall, but no… He smiles wider. The man you call Nick seems like he’s about to say something but he stops himself. “I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N,” He says giving you a look you can’t decipher. You shake your head and continue walking home.

The next day you would in fact see him again. Not knowing everything is about to change.

You enter your living room and find ‘Nick’ looking around it, picking up and staring at the photos you have up. “What the hell are you doing Nick? Why are you in my house!” You scold the man and her turns to face you. “I’ve come for my soulmate” ‘Nick’ smiles then pulls up his sleeve a bit up and shows you his left arm, your name clear as ever on his arm. You feel a shock and panic course through you, you scramble to look at your arm, knowing that it has said Lucifer all your life, and it still does. Confusion washes over your face. “My arm says Lucifer, not Nick.” You replied, your eyebrows furrowing. ‘Nick’ walks towards you. “My name isn’t actually Nick babe, it’s Lucifer. And we’re meant to be” He smiles and then his eyes flash glowing red…

“I know why my father made you my soulmate, why he made us soulmates. The irony of me falling for a human, the very species that caused me to fall and no longer be favorited or accepted by him, is too much for him to not enjoy.”

He takes you to your new home, Hell. Lucifer will confess how he didn’t want you at first but you’re so special and different. How could he not fall for you?

Gabriel

Telepathy & Dreamy

Archangels don’t sleep, right? Then why is he dreaming?

Ever since he went to earth and became one with his vessel (who is unnamed) he blinks and then finds himself in some weird place. A dream maybe?

He’ll be in said place for however long then ‘wakes up’ back wherever he was, more like he blinks then is back in his house or whatever. Like he never left.

The times he was shoved into this world/place (?) would vary. He couldn’t do much in this place. Mainly watch what happens. The main constant in the place was a girl, which happens to be you.

As he witnesses what must be dreams, he learns more about you.

You’re the best part of humanity he’s seen in a very long time.

Gabriel will start doing research, finding out what he’s witnessing is in fact someone’s dreams, his soulmate’s actually. He learns this is a part of the soulmate thing his father put in place for you humans. 

Why he’s yours or why you’re his, he doesn’t know. But he frankly, doesn’t care as to why. He just wants to know more about you.

Gabe will learn how to gain more control of your dreams, trying to manipulate them slightly, in hopes of talking to you.

Gabriel was quietly watching your dream from the sidelines. He found you so cute and adorable. Seeing what your brain comes up with as you sleep was also fascinating to him. He can’t wait to finally be able to interact with you and your dreams. Gabe is already picturing all the dates he’ll take you on in your dreams. 

You didn’t believe you had a soulmate for a long time, unlike most people when you dreamt you never saw someone consistently in your dreams, aka your soulmate. So when you started to see this man in your dreams you didn’t really think he was your soulmate, just something your brain conjured up.  

Until the man came up to you in your dream and spoke to you. You were happy to finally have a soulmate. The man you learned is named Gabriel and he was beyond giddy to finally be able to talk to you.

From then on when you would dream Gabe would change the dream, making it like dates. So you could learn more about him, don’t worry he already knows everything about you now 🙂

Gabriel doesn’t tell you that he’s an archangel or that angels and god actually exists yet, so when he tells you about himself he makes it simpler. “Oh, do I have siblings? Yeah, I have 3 brothers I was close to, the others I never really interacted much with since they were made way after me.” “Do I still see my brothers? HA! Hell no, not after the war- I mean the falling out between two of them.” “Am I close to my parents…..uhm no, my father abandoned us basically.”

But the longer this goes on he starts to show more of himself to you, his unhealthy feelings towards you. Becoming too touchy, sharing way more information about yourself than he should know, and getting irritated when you mention any male in your life. 

Gabriel starts to come off too strong. “You people believe in marriage right? We should do that then. Secure the deal legally!” 

He says that the 3rd time you talk to him in one of your dreams.

Gabe starts to push the idea of meeting you way quicker than you’d like. If you mention that he’s moving too quickly for you he’ll get upset. 

“What-what do you mean? We’re soulmates Y/N! You were literally made for me! My father made you for me! We’re meant to be!” Gabe exclaimed in frustration. You give him a strange look. “What do you mean ‘your father’?” You try to question him, Gabriel lets out a sigh before explaining that he’s an archangel and his father is God, who happens to actually exist. ‘He’s crazy! He thinks he’s an angel? He cannot be my soulmate!’ you think before trying to wake up and get away from him.

He didn’t appreciate you cutting your time together short. Nor will he appreciate it when you start trying to avoid him by not sleeping. Not only is that unhealthy for you but you’re staying away from him! He hates that. It feels like you’re abandoning him, and we all know how he feels about that.

Gabriel starts searching for you, which isn’t too hard since he knows way too much about you. While you’re trying to find out if you can get rid of a soulmate, or at least keep them out of your dreams.

Unfortunately for you, he knows what you’re trying to do, luckily for him, he can hear your thoughts if he focuses on you. You don’t know he can do that as your soulmate. 

After the fifth night of staying awake, you’re starting to get the sleep deprivation effects, such as hallucinating. Which will give Gabriel a huge advantage.

He’ll come for you after finally figuring out where you are in the world. It’s late at night and you’re too exhausted to fight against him or even realize that he’s real. You just think you're hallucinating when a man looking like your soulmate randomly appears in your room.

You honestly made it way easier for him to take you home, if you had slept more you’d be able to fight against him, maybe he wouldn’t have had to take you so quickly if you slept and met him in your dreams. But it's too late for it now. He easily scoops you up and takes you to your new home, his home.

“Welcome home, sweetcheeks”

Michael

Danger alert & name & telepathy

When Michael took over Dean’s body he didn’t expect to gain a soulmate, especially you. You were Dean’s soulmate, your name was on his left arm and everything. But after Michael was in his body for a couple of weeks he felt a weird sensation on Dean’s right arm, your name was starting to appear. 

He was more confused than anything. Why would his father give you two soulmates? Why would he make you his soulmate in the first place? 

Michael couldn’t understand why Chuck gave him, an archangel, a soulmate.

As much as he would have liked to ignore this, he couldn’t. He was intrigued. Not just because he somehow has a soulmate, but because you are his soulmate. His destined vessel’s soulmate is also his! That is fascinating to him.

So he’ll go through Dean’s mind to learn about you, even change up the imaginary bar he made to keep Dean preoccupied, to involve an imaginary you. He’ll learn more about you and why you’re so special to Dean that way. And it keeps Dean from realizing he’s locked away in his own mind/body for a bit longer.

The more he learns about you and sees memories of you from Dean the harder he falls. Who could see that coming?

Michael becomes obsessed with you, you’re not like other humans. Maybe that's why his father made you his soulmate.

He’ll also start to become overprotective, especially since he can feel when you’re in danger thanks to Dean’s soulmate connection to you.

You could be on a hunt with Sam or a dangerous research mission (to find a way to get Michael out of Dean’s body) with Cas, and be in danger till whatever creature was about to/was harming you all of a sudden disintegrates. But there won’t be a sign or a trace of what killed the creature.

You were pinned down by a vampire, trying to get it off of you while Sam fights his way towards you. This was supposed to be a simple hunt and research mission! “Y/N!” You hear Sam yell your name as he gets closer to you. “Y/N! I’m coming!” He yelled just as the vampire was going to bite me. I close my eyes and wince, but the weight against me disappears. I sit up a bit, All that's left of the vamp that was on me is some ashes. Sam and you look around trying to see who or what saved you, but find nothing. Not noticing Michael hiding in the shadows of the warehouse with you guys.

He won’t get to meet you for a while since you’re off helping Sam to get him out of Dean’s body, and he’s busy running around Earth. 

Michael has the upper hand though. You and Sam don’t know that he can hear your thoughts, because that's not a typical soulmate connection to have. You don’t know that you’re his soulmate yet either. So whatever plans you and Sam come up with are easily foiled by him.

Michael likes to try and implant thoughts into your subconscious using the telepathy he’s gotten as your soulmate.

He might convince Dean to work with him by manipulating him and telling him you can be his forever if he just works with him, Michael will even supply that apple pie life Dean wants. 

Michael will still be in control more often than not if Dean agrees though. He’ll let Dean control his body much more often than he currently is if works with him.

And how could Dean resist? Not only would he gain control of his body back, but he’d also get his soulmate and the dream life he wants, and he’d be able to finally act on all of his dark feelings for you while being able to blame it all on Michael.

You still only have Dean’s name on you though. This will infuriate Michael once he finds out. How can you be his soulmate but he’s not yours? It makes him angry and jealous. Shouldn’t he be meant for you just like you are for him?

But it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re with him then everything is fine.

He is extremely manipulative. During one of your attempts to get him out of Dean’s body, Michael takes note of how much you love Dean and how you’re willing to do anything for him. He wants you to feel like that for him. 

So one day after another failed attempt to save Dean Michael makes a deal with you. Give yourself up and you’ll have Dean back. You want to immediately agree but why does he of all people want you specifically to give yourself up?

You demand to know why and he smiles. “Because I want my soulmate by my side.” His smile turns into a grin as he pulls up his sleeve on his right arm, revealing your name on it. You gasp, your jaw unclenches, going slack, and you scramble to look at your left arm. You’re afraid that his name has taken Dean’s place but find it hasn’t changed. “As much as I would love to explain it, I don’t know why my name isn’t on your arm when we’re destined to be together. But that doesn’t matter right now. Will you come with me or not?” He leans towards you as he crosses his arms. You pace in thought for a moment before looking at him, shoulders slumped and frown. “You promise you’ll let him go? Like vacate from him, find a new ‘vessel’ or whatever?” You question and nervously fidget. He licks his lips quickly before gaining an even wider grin, “Yes. I’ll leave his body.”, Michaels lies right through his teeth. He’d be stupid to give up his true vessel, the one that makes him even more powerful than he already was. But you don’t know this, so you reluctantly agree, thinking you’re saving Dean. No matter how much Sam screams at you to not say yes, that we’ll find another way to save him, you can’t hear him over the thought of Dean being free again. “I’ll go with you.”

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere headcanon #miss blue writing #ask lyssa #yandere supernatural #yandere soulmate au #lucifer spn #yandere lucifer #gabriel spn #yandere gabriel #michael spn #yandere michael #supernatural #spn #soulmate au #yandere soulmates

[inflorescnce]

"They have nothing on you."

pairing : Luke Castellan x daughter of hypnos! Reader setting and time : Camp Half-blood, june 2006

warnings/content : fluff summary: in which luke only has eyes for you. word count : 2,374

authors note : This is my first time actually writing a fanfic, so this may just be very bad. My writing style also may be all over the place, I just haven't found one I like yet 😿

“Why aren’t you dressed?”

You looked up to where the voice was coming from, only to be met with the face of your best friend, Alyssa. She was wearing a really cute sparkly dress, one that fit her perfectly.

“Don’t want to go,” you shrugged, your voice the same sleepy tone as it always was. But that comes with being the daughter of the god of sleep. Alyssa rolled her eyes before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of bed.

“Absolutely not; you are getting dressed, and we are going to that party.”

Before you could protest, you were already in the Athena cabin. “It’s not everyday we get to have a party here, and you want to spend it sleeping? sometimes I really dont get you.”

Alyssa was going through her closet, presumedly trying to find a dress for you to wear.

“It’s not my fault my dad is the actual god of sleep.” You groan. “And why should I even go to this party? I’m not a party person at all. You know that.”

“Because,” Alyssa turned to look at me. “He will be there”

“As if that means something, you really think out of all the girls he could pick at camp, he would pick me?”

“Well you’ll never know if you dont go” Alyssa finally seemed to have found something, and she turned to me once again. “put this on,” She was holding a dark grey mini dress.

You knew there was no use in arguing with her, if you said no she would probably put it on you herself. Reluctantly, you got up and changed. The dress fit a like glove, it was at times like this being the same size as your best friend was a livesaver. Alyssa gave a small clap when you went to show her how you looked in the dress and after that she spent almost 30 minutes doing your hair and make-up.

“You look so beautiful” Alyssa hugged you from behind, using the mirror to look at you “Luke would be an idiot if he didn’t think so too”

The amphitheatre transformed it to the perfect party spot, with tables full of drinks and foods and speakers blasting Rihanna and Eminem. You and Alyssa were sitting on the stone benches a few steps up, talking to a few apollo kids. You tried to listen to what they were talking about but you just couldn’t, not when he was there.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor was Luke Castellan, son of hermes. You’ve had a crush on him for almost three years now. But you’ve never told him about it, which was getting harder everyday as you had to see him every morning walking around the hermes cabin shirtless in search for his camp shirt that he had once again lost. Being the child of a minor god meant that you didnt have your own cabin, so you stayed in the hermes cabin with all the other minor god children. You had no complaints though, being able to see Luke come out of the bathrooms with wet hair, wearing only a towel was an absolute blessing. You were snapped out of your trance by Dahlia, your other best friend.

“oh my god ‘lyssa actually did it, you’re here” she faked a surprised voice before letting out a laugh “want to get a drink?”

You nodded before standing up, you wanted to aks Alyssa to come with you, but she was to busy talking to one of the apollo boys, so you just let her be.

You and Dahlia chatted about nothing and everything while walking to the drinks table.

“Have you seen clarisse’s dress?” Dahlia said while stuffing her mouth full with chips. She didn’t wait for you to awnser “I’m going to talk to her” and again without waiting for you to awnser, she walks away.

“Atleast someone has balls” You mutter under your breath. “Now what to drink?”

“I’d go for the grape juice, closest thing to wine we’ll get” A voice from behind starteld you.

You turned around to that Luke was standing behind you.

Your heart fluttered and the breath caught in your throat, leaving you momentarily gasping for air. The fairy lights above highlighted Luke's mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with a carefree joy that only someone like Hermes' son could have. His suggestion about grape juice brought a wave of laughter that released the tension you didn't know you were holding.

"Definitely," you replied, managing to keep your voice steady. "You can never go wrong with the classics, right?" You filled two cups with the juice and offered one to Luke. He accepted it with a nod, his fingers briefly brushing against yours.

The music changed then, transitioning from fast-paced Rihanna and Eminem songs to a slower, more enchanting tune that seemed to wrap around each person like silk threads, pulling them towards the dance floor. Couples began pairing off, swaying in a rhythm that was both timeless and new.

"Would you like to dance?" Luke asked formally, extending his hand towards you.

You were taken aback by the unexpected offer. It felt surreal, as if you had stepped into one of those dream sequences where everything fell perfectly into place according to your deepest desires. But this was real; it was Luke standing before you, waiting for your response. For a moment, you hesitated, the years of hiding your feelings for him weighing heavily on your decision. Then, without thinking, you placed your hand in his and felt a spark ignite within you that threatened to consume your entire being.

Following Luke's lead, you stepped onto the dance floor and felt your heart pounding against your chest. As the music swelled around you, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a sea of soft light and shadows. Luke moved with confidence but also with a gentle touch, as if he knew the power of every step they took together.

Your hands found their place on his shoulders, radiating warmth from the summer heat, while his settled lightly on your waist. The closeness between you sent waves of warmth throughout your body, reminiscent of evenings spent around bonfires and secrets whispered under starry skies.

The way Luke looked at you - with a sense of truly seeing you for the first time - melted away any uncertainty that had been building up over time. In his gaze, you were no longer just another pretty face among all the others at camp; you were the sole focus of his attention.

Your breath caught as he leaned in close, his breath tickling your ear. "You know," he murmured amidst the music, his voice rumbling softly, "I've always thought you were the best dancer out here."

A shy laugh escaped your lips. "Me? You must have me confused with one of the Apollo kids. They practically have rhythm flowing through their veins."

"Nah," Luke replied with a grin, spinning you effortlessly before pulling you back into his arms. "They have nothing on you."

In that moment, the world seemed to pause and catch its breath. His words were a ray of sunlight, piercing through the dense foliage of doubts and fears. A blush spread across your cheeks, feeling as though an artist had painted them with shades of warmth.

"Come on," you playfully retorted, trying to maintain composure despite the fluttering in your chest. "You must have been struck by Cupid's arrow to be saying such sweet things."

"Maybe I was," Luke shot back, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Or maybe I've just found the courage to speak what's been on my mind for some time now."

"And what's that?" You couldn't help but ask, curiosity mingling with hope like vines creeping up an old stone wall.

Luke's smile softened and he leaned back slightly, relishing in the intensity of your gaze that made the background noise of the party fade away. His voice lowered to a whisper, filled with a sincerity that sent shivers down your spine.

"That you, my dear dance partner," he began, "are the most captivating person I've ever met. Not because of how you move on the dance floor or how your laughter brings joy to those around you. But because when I look at you—I see home."

A surge of emotions washed over you, like a warm blanket on a cold night. It felt as though every secret glance and unspoken conversation had led to this one moment in time.

"Luke, I—"

As you spoke, he placed a gentle finger on your lips, silencing you but igniting a deeper conversation through his touch. "Shh," he whispered with a playful yet sincere tone. "No need for words right now. Let's just…dance."

And so you did.

The music enveloped you like a vine as you danced together, the world shrinking until it was just the two of you amidst a sea of beating hearts and rhythmic feet. The lights above cast a warm glow on your union, creating an intimate atmosphere. You moved to the rhythm of an ancient dance, swaying as if on gently swelling ocean waves.

His eyes never left yours, reflecting the twinkling stars in the night sky. In this dance, all your hesitations vanished and were replaced by newfound courage. Your fingers tightened on his shoulders, anchoring yourself to the moment.

Eventually, the song ended and the crowd erupted into applause for the band's final bow. But their noise was nothing compared to the symphony that played in your hearts.

He smiled mischievously at you, sparks of adventure lighting up his features. "Come with me," he said, barely audible over the cheers and clapping.

Without waiting for your response, Luke took your hand and led you through the crowd of dancers and out into the tranquil night. The cool air brushed against your skin, contrasting with the warmth still lingering from his touch. You followed him eagerly, barely touching the pebbled path as anticipation fluttered within you like a captured butterfly.

The moon hung like a silver coin in the sky, casting its ethereal glow on everything below. The world was transformed, familiar objects taking on a magical quality – trees becoming silhouettes guarding secrets and the lake turning into a pool of liquid silver.

Reaching the edge of the lake, Luke didn't pause. He took off his shoes and rolled up his pants before looking at you expectantly. Without speaking, you did the same, feeling the cool grass under your feet and then the shock of cold as your toes touched the water.

In unspoken agreement, you walked hand in hand into the lake, its surface parting around your ankles and sending ripples through the water. The sound of pebbles tumbling underfoot created a symphony just for the two of you. As you moved deeper into the lake's embrace, it hummed around your knees, beckoning you to dance.

Luke's hand was warm and steady in yours as you both paused to take in the beauty of the world from within the heart of the lake. It was a breathtaking sight - the moonlight shimmering on the water, starlight seemingly captured beneath the surface. Your reflections were side by side, two souls intertwined in a nightly masterpiece.

Turning towards you, Luke's eyes mirrored the galaxy above, full of mysteries and silent promises. Your breaths mingled with the misty air as he stepped closer, closing the gap between you until there were only inches separating your bodies. In his gaze was an unspoken question, an invitation to a place where time couldn't touch you.

The answer was already clear to you, like a flower blooming in your heart. You felt a magnetic pull towards Luke, one that seemed to defy the laws of gravity and connect you two in a way that redefined nature.

You met him halfway, your previous shyness melting away in his presence. His hands fit perfectly on your waist, as if they were meant to be there since the beginning of time. The world faded into the background, leaving only this moment between the two of you.

Your heart beat with an intensity matching the crashing waves against the shore. As Luke's eyes locked with yours, you saw all of your feelings reflected back at you—a depth that could never be captured by words alone.

As the air stirred and the light shimmered, every breath between your lips seemed to dance in anticipation. And when he turned his face towards yours, it was as though the stars had aligned to bring you together, destined for this moment.

At first, the kiss was tender, like a feather's touch or the gentle caress of moonlight on earth. But as your lips moved in unison, tenderness gave way to a surge of passion that pulsed through your body. Your urgent response matched his own, your bodies pressing together as if trying to meld into one being under the glow of the moon above.

In the stillness of the night, time paused, allowing the world to witness the union of two hearts. The cool water around your knees could not quell the fire ignited by Luke's kiss. It was a kiss that fulfilled longings, broke barriers and crumbled walls in a silent surrender.

You gently placed your hands on his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath your thumbs. A smile spread across your lips as you felt him return the gesture. Slowly, reluctantly, you both pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other, trying to catch your breath. Each exhale was a shudder of pleasure; each inhale was a silent vow.

The stillness surrounding you was profound, broken only by the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the distant sounds of celebration fading into the night. In Luke's embrace, with the cool water caressing your skin and the moonlight highlighting his features, it became clear that this was more than just a temporary escape or a fleeting entertainment. This moment—it was an awakening.

"Look at us," Luke whispered softly into the night air, "dancing under the moon in a lake like something out of a romantic fairy tale."

Divider by cafekitsune

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #fanfic #romantic #this probably sucks

[runelocked]

FOR  THE  FIRST  TIME,  WILLIAM  DOESN’T  BOTHER  PRETENDING  ANTHONY’S  TEARS  HAVE  ANY  EFFECT  ON  HIM  WHATSOEVER.  Which  is  ironic,  because  they  do  – they  twist  something  cold  and  rotten  inside  him,  stirring  up  the  draught  of  guilt  and  uncomfortable  shame  –  but  his  face  remains  impassive,  scornful  smile  not  quite  hidden  behind  the  cigar.  Smoke  rises  up,  billowing  over  the  ceiling.  “  Since  when  were  your  faults  my  problem ? ”  He  inquires  lazily,  cruel  for  the  sake  of  cruelty.  Because  their  relationship  exists  on  a  swinging  pendulum,  rocking  one  way  and  then  the  other.  Lavish  gifts,  gentle  compliments,  teasing  and  smiles  and  then  shouting  matches,  the  worst  sort  of  manipulation  and  crying. 

William  gets  whiplash  from  it  at  the  best  of  times,  but  doesn’t  make  any  effort  to  change  things.  Why  would  he,  when  this  is  exactly  what  he  thinks  they  both  need ?  “ If  you’re  weighed  down  by  your  own  mistakes,  then  let  the  guilt  consume  you  or  stop  feeling  it  entirely.  Christ, ”  he  adds with half a laugh,  taking  in  a  long  lungful  of  nicotine,  “ don’t  come  crying  to  me  about  guilt.  That’s  something  I  can’t  help  you  with,  darling. ”

CONTINUED. / @slaughtest

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[frankcastleonlyfans]

Dad!Daemon is perfect!!! (mostly dad of a girl) that being said, I was wondering if you could write about baby! Alyssa taking her first steps towards him, please?

hii nonnie!! i love writing this little domestic moments with daemon, and here's how i thought alyssa's first steps went (i wrote it based on your other ask, i really hope you like it 💓);

Daemon Targaryen thought he knew love. Of course he loved you and his son Rhaegon, with his entire self, but when his first daughter was born, he came upon a whole different meaning for that word. In that little baby girl, he discovered unconditional love.

The connection Daemon and Alyssa shared was unpredictable. He named her after his mother, one of the only three women that he truly loved in his life — the other two being you, and now your daughter. She was daddy's little girl, and it was undeniable how much his heart melted for her. His grumpy facade easily vanished once his little stormfire was in his arms.

You had been visiting Dragonstone with your husband, and the children enjoyed the place as much as he did. Daemon would run around playing with Rhaegon and Rhaenyra's sons, and you loved to watch these special moments where your husband wasn't frustrated about political stuff, but enjoying life with his family.

Since you left King's Landing, you've been trying to teach your little one and a half year old daughter to walk. Alyssa had started saying a few words like "mama", "dada", "dragon" and "Caraxes", but most of the time you couldn't understand her baby accent. And just like she was curious about the words, babbling all the time, she was also trying to get on her feet constantly, but always ended up falling on her butt and crying.

Daemon would pick her up to his arms and kiss her tears until she stopped sobbing. He liked to talk to her in high valyrian, even though she had no idea what he was saying. It would take her attention for a few minutes and she'd be quiet just to listen to her father's voice.

"Daor ry zaldrīzoti emagon tīkuni, yn ry zaldrīzoti issi vēttan hen perzys. Īlon issi zaldrīzoti. Ao issi issa byka zaldrīzes." Daemon whispered as he kissed her temples and tickled her belly. (Not all dragons have wings, but all dragons are made of fire. We are dragons. You are my little dragon.)

"Zaldrīzes" Alyssa would repeat between giggles.

After many tries, eventually Alyssa finally got it. She stood on her little feet and looked around the place and searched for her parents. You and Daemon were a few meters away from her, playing tag with the boys. Alyssa thought about walking to you, but she was too afraid of falling without your help. She held on a chair to keep herself balanced and waited for you to look at her.

Unfortunately, for the little girl's patience, you were too busy chasing around the kids. Alyssa yelped loudly, and you finally turned your attention to her. You gasped watching her silver hair glow in sunlight, as she standed a few feet away from where you were.

"Mama!" She shouted.

"Alyssa!" You ran towards her and held her little hand helping her to stay on her feet. She took courage from your touch and gave one step, "Oh, Gods! Daemon! Daemon, come see this!"

Daemon chased after Rhaegon, that approached you. They both stopped.

"Dad, I think Alyssa is walking" The little Targaryen boy observed, getting closer to you.

Daemon's steps became slow, and he fell onto his knees discredited. His smile grew wide once the girl gave two more steps, giggling to the sight of her father.

"Dada!" Alyssa said excitedly.

You walked beside her, until you thought it was safe enough to let her go and try get to him by herself. Daemon encouraged her;

"Yes, 'Lyssa come to daddy. You're doing great, baby. Don't look at the ground, look at daddy." He'd say grinning widely.

She took a few more steps and reached his arms, almost falling on the ground from her own excitement from being close to her father. Daemon grabbed her by the waist and took her to his chest. He kissed her little face many times while spinning her body.

"You did it! My little stormfire is walking!" He kissed her chubby cheeks, while you watched with proud in your eyes, "My brave girl."

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen imagines #house of the dragon imagines #daemon targaryen drabble #dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au #dad!daemon targaryen au

[lyssasdrafts]

happy fucking birthday to bokuto koutaro.

#he deserves it #— lyssa’s thoughts #bokuto koutaro #hq #haikyuu #sadly don’t have time to write anything but new missing you chapter soon