#Chosen Ones Secret Realm Protection

[loveliestlovelygirl]

divine temptations | 111

say yes to heaven, say yes to me

fallenangel!anakin x nun!reader | lore 🪽 | playlist

synopsis: anakin, a seraph, has lost himself to his obsession of you. with every moment he can, he watches over you as you attend to your daily duties around the convent. and day by day his desire grows. when your guardian angels fail to protect you, anakin believes he has no choice but to intervene, breaking numerous heavenly laws in the process.

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highlights: {minors dni} dark content, heavy religious themes and imagery, inspiration taken from catholicism primarily, sexual themes, corruption kink, light sexualization of the reader as a nun, fem!reader & use of she/her pronouns, attempted sexual assault

table of contents | 222

The crux of his obsession began with your voice. Harmonious and pure. Passionate and sweet. The soft vibrato and splendid timbre of your voice could be heard above all the clatter from the realms of Earth. The melodies you sang haunted him from the rise of the sun to the white shadow of the moon. And while he needed not sleep, he found no rest as he smoldered in his selfish desires for you. After he had fulfilled his duties for that day, when he was alone, he remained perched in the Heavens watching over you, drowning in the beauty of your voice, and lusting for your human touch.

His name was Anakin. And day after day he watched you, wishing he could descend to the realm which held your precious life. But that was a boundary that he was forbidden to cross. He was confined to be a guardian of the Heavens, not of Earth. To him, it was a cruel, cruel fate. Watching you from above, lightyears of distance between your realities, was as close to you as he was permitted.

An angel of his status, chosen to protect the thrones of the deity, a seraph, should give no eye to the realms beneath him nor find solace in the voice of human girl. The way that you had captivated him was unnatural and unholy. If anyone found out he entertained himself with you, he might be marked with shame by the highest councils, until he repented publicly. Though he might never obtain such a position as his ever again. As it were, he found himself considering these things, as if shame might be a solution to making contact with you.

He'd prefer to be your guardian angel than a guardian of his own father. He wanted to serve creation rather than its Creator. And that was sin. He could not deny this secret was a source of guilt. And it would not be long before the all-knowing Maker noticed how far from perfection Anakin had fallen.

But he wasn’t afraid of the fall. He wanted to connect with you in a deeper way than this parasocial existence. He wished to be your guardian angel. But you had many. Someone so beloved by the Creator had five guardian angels. And he hated each of them with equal rage.

Hate was dangerous. It was said that hatred lit the path of the fallen. And if it were true, then he had already doomed himself the moment he began desiring you.

He watched you as you prayed in the chapel, kneeling on the bench and making the Sign of the Cross, touching your beautiful skin with your fingertips. Contentment marked your face, and he felt it in your soul. It was only a feeling he had when he listened to your voice pray and sing with such grace and beauty. In your dainty hands, you held the rosary beads and began to say your prayer. Holding the first bead between your fingers, you whispered Our Father to yourself. Day after day you’d repeat the same prayers with equal passion. Your love and faithfulness to the one who gave you life was unmatchable. You had sacrificed much to serve him, cutting off your family and material possessions entirely to live a humble life in the convent. Your prayers never revolved around your desires, only for others. You often prayed for your sisters. Never for yourself. Anakin often wondered if you had any dreams of your own at all. Despite all his abilities, he could not hear your thoughts. He only heard what you said aloud to yourself.

As you worked with your hands in the garden, you often sang psalms of praise when you thought no one was around to listen. You sang softly, the most beautiful melody which would stain his thoughts day and night forever. He would hear you even when you were silent; the barriers of all the heavenly realms echoed with your voice, to his ears never ceasing. But perhaps, it’s only because he desired you so.

His obsession was different than that of men. Though not immune to your divine beauty, his craving for your touch transcended that of sexual pleasure. Sex is something created for humans to enjoy with other humans. His being was never made for intercourse with mankind, and he viewed it as a simple animalistic action. A way to express desire, but to him it was lacking in true passion.

What he felt for you was true desire.

He wanted to consume you.

Corrupt you.

He wanted you to desire him, crave him, lust over him, with every atom of your body and with every piece of your soul. He wanted to see you overturn your religious convictions and worship him instead. He wanted your prayers, your psalms, your whole heart.

Was that too much to ask?

Forbidden was what it was. Sacrilegious even. And enough to get him cast out of the heavenly realms forever.

But the longer he wished for you, the more he thought that it might be worth it. There was nothing he wanted more than you. And only you. He wanted to live out the rest of eternity adored by you. That would be enough.

But you were unaware of his existence. Which awakened rage within him strong enough to tear galaxies apart.

He could see you, but as long as he remained in his dimension, you would never be able to see him or know that he existed. He was forbidden to show you his glory, to share his voice, and to touch your skin. It was never meant to be.

And yet he still found a way to make contact, against all heavenly odds.

You were plucking red apples from the orchard trees close to the road. It wasn’t a common route from the convent to the market, but some used it. Anakin had finally caught a break from the council meetings with the Thrones and Cherubim and sneaked away to see you. He hated that your sisters sent you out alone where you could be harmed.

Your five guardians flitted around you in a circle. He knew that they would do almost everything in their power to keep you safe. Everything except actually physically intervening. For you, there would be no limits in how far Anakin would go to protect you. He would break every earthly and heavenly law.

For you.

And only you.

When you had filled your basket with apples, you climbed down the ladder to rest. You leaned back against the tree and looked up at the sky. If you had eyes to see the other dimensions, you would have been looking right into his eyes. His heart swelled with pride, knowing that you shared a connection, even if you didn’t know it yet.

An older human male was steering a small buggy pulled by two horses. Anakin had been watching him for miles coming down the road. Your guardian angels seemed to be unconcerned about his approach. And they could hear the thoughts of humans, which meant that you were likely safe.

But there was something about that man Anakin didn’t like. Perhaps it was only his proximity to you. He was jealous of anything that was closer to you than he.

You sang to yourself softly, and Anakin drew as near as he were permitted just to listen to your voice.

“You have a lovely voice,” the man said to you. He had gotten off his buggy and walked over the road and a stretch of grass to meet you at the tree.

Anakin held himself back somehow, though if he saw fit, he could scorch the man from the inside out until he returned to dust.

You looked up at this stranger standing over you, and instantly, your eyes widened in fear. Anakin assumed it had been a long time since you’d spoken to a man. It was natural for you to be afraid. You thought you were all alone.

Anakin only watched the interaction transpire.

“Thank you,” you said back, your voice trembling.

“Would you sing a song for me?” the man asked.

“I think… that you should leave. This is private land, sir.”

A sane person would have backed away and said his goodbyes, but he didn’t. And Anakin knew instantly that he should have trusted himself to know this man’s intentions for you. This despicable creature kicked the basket from your lap and grabbed you, holding you by the throat against the tree trunk.

Your guardian angels had failed you. All five of them. Were they not paying attention to his evil thoughts? How had they missed them? They held the power to influence the thoughts of men. They could have convinced him to turn away and leave you alone.

But they didn’t.

They were going to let this man defile you.

Anakin watched them scrambling around, trying when it’s too late to change this man’s heart. But they could do nothing to interfere with free will once man had decided.

And Anakin thought that to be a stupid law. One meant to be broken.

With a singular motion of his index finger, Anakin sent lightning from the clouds, lightning that struck this man and stopped his heart. He was burned and scarred instantly and fell back, turning to ash.

You screeched and cried and sobbed, crumbling to your knees in a shaking mess. He wished he could comfort you, but he had already done enough to ruin himself entirely. But it was worth it to keep you safe. This was as close to you as he had ever gotten. The electricity from his lightning bolt just buzzed your skin. And he felt it. He wanted you to feel him in some way.

Your guardians looked up at him all at once with fire in their eyes. Anakin smiled and gave them a wave. They were angry and picked him up. He could not overpower them when they were together.

They carried him to the high council and dropped him in the center of the chamber. Anakin did not need to explain himself; they already knew what had transpired.

“Need we remind you of the law of free will? The law given to humans by our Creator?” the Throne of Reason, Mace, said. His eyes were full of judgment and understanding at the same time.

Anakin picked himself up and stood, stretching out his layers of feathered wings. “I could not stand by and watch her be harmed.”

Mace closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. “You are in dangerous territory, young one. You know that what you did is one of the greatest of sins. To interfere with man’s will—” Mace pressed his lips together, “in such a physical way. Using the Heavens’ power against mankind. Anakin, you killed a man today.”

This was all such a waste of time. He knew what they were going to say. How they would interpret his actions. But why was no one speaking of that human’s sin. Rape. Raping a young maiden. That wasn’t worthy of a discussion? It wasn’t worthy of being mentioned?

“What about him?” Anakin asked defiantly.

Obi-Wan shot him a warning glare from where he sat. Obi-Wan was a cherub, one that was usually too busy attending to the wishes of the Creator to attend the high council. But Anakin did not doubt that his friend’s presence was needed today.

“The human?” Mace did not appreciate the diversion from Anakin’s sin.

“Yes. He was going to hurt her! And they—” Anakin pointed at your guardian angels, his entire being catching fire from his rage, “they weren’t going to intervene in any real way. They failed to listen. If I could hear the thoughts of men, I would have done something before he laid a hand on her.”

“Your obsession with this human is… concerning. Don’t think we haven’t noticed. Why are your thoughts on the Earth realms? Need I remind you that your duties are the greatest in all of Heaven?” Mace said.

“But they could have done something!”

Disapprovingly, Mace shook his head. “You can’t know that. Only the Creator does. And it is not your place nor mine to judge men. That is for the Principalities to determine. They enact rightful punishment on humanity. You are not to interfere.”

Obi-Wan spoke up, coming to Anakin’s defense. “He is young. Neither you nor I can say that we haven’t made mistakes.”

“It wasn’t just a mistake. He broke the law. He overstepped his boundaries. He killed a man.”

“In his eyes, he was protecting her.”

Mace sighed. “She does not need him for that.”

Anakin stood there for a long time, drowning in their criticisms. His chest felt heavy, and he couldn’t hear himself think. He couldn’t hear you. All that he could do was worry for you. He knew the human mind could not erase trauma. It would remain with them for good. Tears streamed down his face at the thought of your pain which you did not deserve.

“I don’t need to listen to any of you! You have no authority over me!” Anakin announced without shame. Seraphim were of the highest order.

“I was not the one who called this meeting,” Mace said sympathetically. He looked above.

There was only one who held authority over him.

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[stargirlie25]

Make it make sense..

I just don´t understand some e/riels logic.....

Like one day, Azriel is Elains mate because he figured out her power and cleared the murky realm she was in.

Another day he is a good protective boyfriend for saying the whole ´´There is an innate darkness that Elain should not be exposed to´´'and that was previously because she got kidnapped due to her powers.

Another day Lucien is a horrible man for saying ´´good´´ after feyre mentioned there has been no sign of her powers even though he originally asked how she was doing not anything to do with her powers.

Apparently that´s bad behavior because Elain should embrace that power. Although when someone mentions how Elain can get uneasy because of it, they say ´´Well she´s going to be stuck with it forever so its best to embrace it´´

BUT Azriel should forever hide his power because he apparently feels better without it?

One day its ´´The bonus chapter isnt even important because not everybody has access to it!´´

Although another day, the bonus chapter thats so useless reveals lightsinger powers for one of the key people in ACOSF? The optional bonus reveals that a character lured in Azriel and has a dangerous spell on him?!

One day its, oh my gosh forbidden love!

Another day its Elain has a choice and she should not be forced into anything!

But she should be Azriels hidden f-toy? She should be forced to that position even though he isnt ever going to be satisfied with her because he wants a mate?

Or its, Elain does not owe Lucien anything! BUTTTT she deserves to give Azriel her time and hide in the darkness with him and play out his fantasies (only thing he wants) even though he refers to her as ´´The thrid´´. Even though SHE HERSELF gave back the necklace out of her own choice. (something e/riels always disrespect and never notice)

Ugh mates are boring! We want rejected mates!

Or its, E/riel are actually mates because Az can smell the bond.

They are mates because Azriel thought so!

Like Elain is literally a conspiracy theory to Azriel miss maam

Or, Elain made a deal with koschei to be Azriels mate.

Its forbidden love!

No its the whole ´´The boy who never got chosen and the girl who never had the option to chose´´

Elain is the light to Azriels darkness!

Wait no Elain is the light IN the darkness!

(Azriels shadows shy away from light and he trains at night and Elain is a light who needs light and chases away darkness)

Death and life!

(Makes sense because the NC sucks the LIFE from her and obviously death can restore it?)

Elain can´t be highlady of the day court!

Yeah because shes totally going to be High lady of the dusk court with Az..

There is nothing wrong with Elains hobbies! (gardening and baking)

Elains going to be the spymaster of the night court because she keeps secrets about a pregnancy and she will wield a dagger it all times!

She will be the savior of Illyria! (Never trained a day in her life)

Stop trying to change Gwyn for a man and try to say shes a spy (even though she literally was spying in the BR like Az was doing at the same time) However Elain can be a spy because she is foreshadowed to be!

Also Elain is foreshadowed to be taking private lessons with Azriel (Gwyn already does. Canon)\

Luciens gifts to Elain prove that he views her as a breakable docile flower but Azriel basic necklace proves that he sees her for the bada$$ she is? (got that from @lorcanisdabest thought it was funny haha)

Azriel feeling insecure and unworthy of being near Elain because of his TRAUMA means nothing! Elain can fix him! Although Gwynriel isnt happening because they were reminded of Gwyns past (which they were both present for) for a HEARTBEAT WHICH IS LITERALLY 0.8 SECONDS AND THAT MEANS THEY CANT THINK OF ANYTHING OTHER THAN THAT AND THAT´S TOXIC!!!!!!

E/riel are mates because a smile bloomed on Azriels face in regards to Elain.

Although its just normal that a smile bloomed on elain face (AFTER HER DAD DIED WHO SHE WAS CLOSEST to) in regards to Lucien. Like thats just clown sh!t.

Amren said Az was underestimating Elain but we should not take her word for it because it was not Azriels (even though thats the only canon piece of what sjm provided on what Azriel could have been doing) BUT we should take feyres word on Elain and Azriel everytime!

There is so much more crap E/riels say but that would take FOREVER. All im saying is that to make your content consistent. Stick to one plot and make it make sense.

Something i have seen with Eluciens and gwynriels is that we have a solid idea on the romantic part for our ships and it stays consistent.

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⋆𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊: 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

✧Not intended for minors!✧

𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔒𝔫𝔢࿐

I believe this is the pile of the Ancients. The old souls. You choose the picture of two lit candles. Imagery of the Twin Flame love. Higher than soulmates because this relationship was ordained and protected by the spirit realm. I know you’re wondering why the spirit world would care about someone’s love life. This is because this relationship will cause a positive ripple effect in the world. This is a testament to the Spirit worlds active, but oh so subtle, hand. I hope those who have chosen this pile are aware they have lived other lives before this one because both you and your significant person have done this before… but it didn’t go right last incarnation. Karma is at play… Big 8th house, Scorpio, Taurus, Libra Venusian energy here. The center card, Primal is numbered 13, which is the number of the divine feminine. Accessing this energy requires you to be fully connected to your body. This relationship is centered around the feminine’s self confidence. Primal doesn’t mean to be aggressive… here primal means being yourself without restraint. You’re a wild one, ancient and through the joy of simply existing, you express the natural beauty of yourself. It’s a long winded way to describe being authentic, lol but I want you to understand that though we live in an edited and filtered social era, we still very much need those who would rather dance to the beat of their own drum. This is what sets you apart. Your significant person will find you untamed, mysterious and extremely attractive when you meet. There’s an emphasis on balance so I know this is something orchestrated by the universe. There could be a work connection or you could start a business venture together. And you know, I wouldn’t be surprised if that business were a metaphysical one :)

✩𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔗𝔴𝔬

You are not mistaken. You’ve had glimpses of your future all your life. You’ve seen things. You’ve had premonitions and dreams that have come true. You may have seen spirits. You cannot ignore the subtle realms, you cannot un-see. You need not share this information with others, if it makes you uncomfortable. Having that type of knowledge can make you feel isolated from most of society. Even with “witchcraft” becoming extremely mainstream, seeing spirits and making spells are not the same thing… anyone can make a spell candle, but not everyone is spiritually gifted like you. The Ace of Grails is related to self expression and artistic communication of our feelings. There’s a pain in you that need to transform into something beautiful. Turn your pain into passion. At this time, the universe wants you to focus on the secret of love…You. So, you gotta learn how incredible you are before someone deserving can rise to meet you. If you don’t know your worth, you’ll continue to select the lowest options for yourself. This relationship will bring a lot of emotional healing, whilst being a spiritual lesson for you about the process of change. This pile is very watery… Scorpio, cancer, Pisces… pay attention to your dreams. Your intuition is strong, don’t doubt yourself. Soft and kind. Sensual as a languid stream…. Your future lover will be gentle with you. There will be so much romantic communication! They have words down to a science. With you, they seem to know what to say to make you blush.

୨୧𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢

With judgement here, this could be someone from your past and if not, this tells of a choice being made that leads to the starts of happiness. It could even mean that there’s a personal transformation (ex. an ego death) and that’s how it begins. Basically, the card is about weighing the actions and events of the past in order to put them to rest, allowing us to experience new beginnings, ideas, and horizons. It is the call to a new age and a final decision! Don’t let the past hold you back! This lover is bringing you a beginning that creates itself from the end of whatever has gone before. The Six of Skulls is a symbol of luck, wishes, and magic charms! In this reading, it depicts a financially secure person who is very capable of giving! Acts of kindness, the giving and receiving of gifts, charity, and generosity. This is a very respectful person with great empathy. Their archetype is that of the Samaritan. This person will offer you help and inspiration, directly or indirectly. Now, onto your Amor cards. Hm! A game of cat and mouse in the game of love, uh oh. Love is treated very seriously by most, but in its essence, is free and playful. Love isn’t always a hill to climb! Have fun with it! Whether you play a childhood game or take a little trip, do it with joy and lightness, away from pain's grip. There is no need to stress. Love is a game and this person is choosing to play with you. You will be pursued and for a while, you likely won’t know it until the person makes themselves known. Because what is modern romance without social media stalking lol. There’s a few animals here so maybe someone has pets or like animals. I’m looking at the Love’s Embrace card and I see that the lovers depicted here are very different. The man is a warrior and the woman is a priestess. Classic case of (seemingly) opposites attracting! Need I say more? Well, I should say someone (or both) is a bit of a Casanova… popular. I think both of you are adept lovers.

❀𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔉𝔬𝔲𝔯

Two 10s here. The ten of knives and the ten of specters. Both of these cards are about a final conclusion and the end of a cycle. On the picture of the ten of knives, a succubus lies staked to a bed. You’ve been through a lot, but your task is to not internalize what we perceive as negative experiences. Through every experience, there’s an opportunity for change. You may have had people around you who were jealous or you may have been jealous of others who seemed to have better fortune than you. Either way, the key is to overcome spite and envy, no matter the source. Bitterness and the refusal to forgive can create a bitter life. Beware those who are bitter, the ones who bring up a moment or person that hurt them, over and over. They want you to inherit their emotional burden. It’s not yours to take on. They are making the choice to carry the pain they complain of. Queen Lamia of Greece is shown on the card Jealousy, she was turned into a serpent from the waist down by Hera, who was jealous over her relationship with Zeus. Lamia suffered Hera’s spite and was cursed to hunger for blood. She is now a vampire, just like the succubus from the ten of knives card. Both are depictions of the dark feminine. Maybe your sex life has been the subject of gossip and shaming. Maybe you have been receiving blessings that has drawn ire and envy out. You might be feeling fear and guilt feeling these eyes on you. The Ten of Scepters represents phases in our life when we are overwhelmed and can find no time to relax. It’s a sign that we are pushing ourselves way too hard. This card is also about taking a last grand stand against oppressive forces. Are you fighting against peoples opinions of you? Such an exhausting endeavor. Where I’m from we say, “People will talk about you beyond the day you die.” We can’t control how we are perceived, so what does it matter what another person thinks? You need not accept what people say about you and you don’t need to live up to their expectations. If you are dealing with a time of drama, remember it will pass. Your Amor cards speak of peace and unbridled joy which is what you will come to when you allow these conclusions to transpire. You’re being asked to rest and refresh your spirit. Reconnect with your self and what you love to do. When's the last time you dared to live a little? Make a little extra time in your schedule to do something wild~

♡𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔉𝔦𝔳𝔢

Wowowow I am definitely going to have to not recommend this reading for minors. This pile is the most erotic of them all, so congratulations! The main card is Faith… The belief that something will take place, or is right, or is a particular way, can be called faith.

Do you believe you will have a deep, sensual love in this life?

A lot can be described here… Capricorn stands out. Masculine energy is very dominantly portrayed (remember it doesn’t matter how you identify, it’s just the energetic description). If for you this is another individual, this person is seductive and their goal is to help you open up your sexual expression. They have a lot of endurance in the bedroom and honestly they have an interest in sex outdoors. Not public, but in nature. Sex is something they really enjoy, but it doesn’t just serve the basic carnal needs for them. There’s a craving for pure connection of the soul, exposed and unbound. Beyond the physical. Beyond the mental. Beyond the earth and the sky and all the stars. For them, sex has been experienced well enough. Now, intimacy is the focus. So, the Devil here is not the biblical one. He is the archetype of the ancient primeval forest god- sometimes known as the Horned God or as the Lord of the Forest. He is a representation of the god Pan, impetuous, beautifully carefree, hearty, deeply sexual, and earthy… His true nature has been misrepresented in the past and reduced to evil by the wicked, the self-deluded, and the self-righteous, either out of fear or religious politics in order to gain power. Is someone into bondage? This lover wants your complete trust in the bedroom. They want your body open up in ways it never has before. What an intense person! Outside of sexual matters, when the eight of swords appears, we are usually keeping ourselves mentally bound. Don’t allow anyone to force a choice on you or hold you back from making one. On the inside, you could be holding back your own fire/creative energy with negative self beliefs. This is your call to release yourself from your own inhibitions. Let go, unleash your desires, and dive headfirst into excess. Seize your joy. Connect deeply. Connect spiritually. Connect intimately… whatever that means to you. 💗

⋆𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔖𝔦𝔵⋆

Alrightttttt. A lot of fire energy. Zeroing in on the energy of Leo. The Hunter card speaks for itself here and honestly, this pile might have a relation to pile 3. If you feel inclined, look at that set of cards as well! This person has high standards and their appearance means a lot to them. I shouldn’t stop there… their appearance, their possessions, their partner must reach their high standards. If that intimidates you, you should pick another pile. This person is fiery and it’s either set the world ablaze with them or get out of the way! This is luxury, passion and adventure! The fire between you will never die down. I love how the panther appears twice lol. Your sex life together appears to be enhanced by now much you love yourselves, respectively. Your lover immensely enjoys the glow you get from practicing self care. Lavishing your body in nourishing lotions, indulging in gorgeous perfumes and expressing your fashion taste are some examples of what this fancy person likes. All of that appeals to their keen senses! They are a provider and they want to see you enjoy what they give you, too. Expect the love language to be surprise gifts. This person is not selfish at all. It pleases them to be able to provide for themselves, too. Very proud of their financial stability! As they become mature of age, they would likely want a family in the future. Did you notice I didn’t mention anything about perfection? This person is not looking for total perfection in a person, because it doesn’t exist. In the simplest of terms, they want someone who knows their worth and knows what they want. A person that knows that life is for living! Don’t deny your nobility, you deserve your highest ideal, ok? The Five of Scepters also represents the awakening of the sexual drive and becoming conscious of our unique sexual energy. Basically, this relationship will open you up to the deeper aspects of sexuality. Honestly, they will revere you. I see them worshipping your body. They probably would enjoy seeing you pleasure yourself. So, now that you know this relationship is coming in your future… you have at this time a wonderful opportunity to do the very best you can, for your self. This will shift your vibration, and attract wonderful new opportunities with kindred spirits like you.

Because it is October at the time of creation, I decided to do a vampire-themed love reading. Remember you are so loved by this conscious universe. It never works against you. I hope you enjoyed your message. Thank you for being here with me. Until next time♡

༺lilith-incarnate༻

꒰ Pick a card readings are always consisting of collective energy so only take what resonates with you and always remember to trust yourself before any tarot reader/psychic/healer. Don't forget: Spirit speaks in symbolism. ꒱

#tarot #pick a card #tarot reading #divination #spirituality #pick a card readings

[holleighgram]

I Think Re:Coded Tells Us How The Story Will End

So I'm going to shamelessly tag @tennelleflowers because I had this moment of speculation while watching their fantastic 6 hour long video essay (yet again).

As the title states, I think Re:Coded for all of its many faults, is a rough outline for how the story will progress.

Data Riku is chosen by the Journal (a non sentient encapsulation of the story) to embody all that it contains to protect it from "corruption".

There is speculation that Riku may be some sort of avatar of Kingdom Hearts, and this theory will be using that as a jumping off point.

I think, down the line, Kingdom Hearts will be threatened again, and will choose Riku as the Child of Destiny, to embody it and protect it from corruption via the MoM or otherwise.

Now, Riku will probably keep this a secret from Sora as they go through their journey in this chapter because he thinks he needs to protect KH on his own because he was chosen OR he's not sure Sora is "up to the task" yet.

But, we know Sora is

And I think he will have to. Just like in coded, we will see Riku ready to give up and self destruct in order to spare Sora, but Sora won't have it.

I think he's going to have to dive into Rikus heart (now containing Kingdom Hearts itself, which would just be a SICK gameplay imo) and learn more about why Riku was chosen.

The reason KH chose Riku was the same reason the journal did-- because 2 defenders are better than one. Sora might not defend the Journal or KH with his life, but we know he will do just that for Riku.

Both Riku and Sora have the strength to protect what matters, which is what will ultimately save KH.

In the end, it's not about saving the Worlds. It's about saving *your* world. And this story is about these two heros and their bond being what ultimately saves the worlds.

The ENDING ending is up to speculation- sora sacrifices the his place in the realm of light to stay with Riku or they forget everything in the end or whatever. Nomura has the final shot already decided, apparently.

BUT anyway that's just my brainrot for today.

#kingdom hearts #riku kh #sora kh #soriku #kh meta #riku #kh riku #kh3 #kh #kh recoded #kh coded #kh theory #theory time #child of destiny #child of prophecy #speculation #kh analysis

[agentrouka-blog]

Thoughts on Jon Snow as a character? He's my fav so far

I like him!

He didn't start out as a character I felt especially drawn to. I mostly pitied him, especially in ASOS, and he's very dour if that surface level dramatic melancholia and dry resignation isn't your cup of tea. I never hated him, but... he was just sort of there. And every projection for his future plot I found while casually perusing the fandom was bland. Secret Targ, okay. What's the point of that, then? Connecting the Wall plot to the dragons? Grand Tragic Secret Heir and Grand Dramatic Dragon Queen Do Grand Dramatic Tragic Destiny stuff dramatically? Zzzzzzzzz.

After delving into the theory of Jonsa, I obviously engaged more with the character, and I have grown very fond of him. Lots is lurking under the surface that I had never paid attention to in depth.

And what I find the most crucial is that his story is at its heart so small and domestic and emotional. It's relatable for being ordinary at its heart. It's about healing and reconciling after a burdened childhood, finding out what you really want and discovering you can have it. Not in grand gesture but in self-worth and honesty.

The most engaging and the absolute hinge of his characterization is his attachment to his family, his home, and the North. Being a bastard prevents him from living this out and creates The Obstacle he chafes against. It causes him to strike out looking for Importance in adventure and glory, and he fails. And learns. But it is ultimately that deep love and attachment that truly guides him in everything he does. And that makes him actually extremely interesting as a character, because it shifts his arc away from being about Magic and Apocalyptic Drama as some abstract excuse for heroics, toward that of inner conflict. It's a small, very relatable story about longing for home, playing out on a big canvas for background. All Jon does during his adventures away from home, his frustration struggling with his compassion, his understanding of the world being wittled down to questions of basic ethics, it's all based on his understanding of himself as a Stark, serving the duties and values of a member of House Stark. To belong to his family and himself in his own heart, if he cannot belong otherwise. And it highlights why those popular speculations about him are so bland. They don't touch his core. Dragons? What do they have to do with House Stark and Winterfell and his pack? Nothing. They, too, ultimately represent an Obstacle between himself and his deepest desire of truly belonging in his home without reservation, by removing his paternal connection.

Except, it's replaced by the maternal connection. One that matters just as much. That has been nagging at him all this time. It actually cements his identity, rather than dismantling it. Not shameful burden but valued and protected. This, too, takes Jon out of the realm of Bland Male Heroics (Rhaegar's special destiny boy) toward a story of inner healing and equilibrium. It's self-acceptance. Very human. Very ordinary. Very powerful.

And as a special twist - and this is why Jonsa is so brilliant as a theory - his parentage is also the key to actually granting him those impossible secret wishes of replicating his childhood the right way through his own marriage and family. But only if he is worthy of this through his actions and choices, worthy of being loved and recognized as a metaphorical prince. He get's to be a fairytale princess, essentially, raised from humility to fulfillment. Because of who he is. Who he has chosen to be again and again, because of his fundamental love. Everything else, the heroics, the missteps and recoveries, is just window dressing. Exciting ways to tell a simple story.

His story doesn't work with a tragic ending of repeated exile. It's all building toward balance and peace. It's extremely moving.

I'm a big fan.

#rouka queue #jon snow #jonsa

[aedonys]

Day 5 of #LcmdFatedAu event: Classic fantasy.

Inspired by the "Harry Potter" series, featuring lucemond as tomarry.

(Hogwarts AU!hotd)

The entire wizarding world held its breath in anticipation of the next realm's delight, the boy who was promised, wondering whether he would join the ranks of Hufflepuff considering his charming personality, or follow in his brother's Gryffindor footsteps.

When the moment finally arrived and he stepped into Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat's declaration was immediate and resounding: "SLYTHERIN," it cried as soon as it dropped on his head.

Lucerys found himself face-to-face with his uncle, who was his senior by four years.

The smirking and smug of face Aemond Targaryen, familiar yet different, gave Lucerys a pause in his carefully written life plans. Slowly, he returned the smirk.

In contrast to other families, the inbreeding in the Targaryens did not produce squibs; however, they couldn't evade the madness that coursed within their blood. Lucerys was always aware that his uncle fell under that predicament, thoughless and cruel, a certain belief confirmed further by the eye scar incident five years ago and the discovery of his dragon dreams.

Aemond's affinity for the dark arts was an open secret, yet his mother, hailing from one of the lightest families of the Sacred 28, took it upon herself to "guide him onto the path of light." This was despite the fact that all her offspring bore the blood of dragons.

Lucerys embraced the task of dismantling Aemond's tyrannical notions regarding purebloods and Muggle-borns. Moreover, it wasn't a secret that Aemond had developed an unsettling fixation on him. Still, Lucerys couldn't find fear within himself nor reject the attention he garnered.

It was alluring in a way, the freedom from not having to live up to being the world's saviour, to be wanted solely for who you truly were.

In time, their connection deepened into love. This became another scandal, coinciding with his mother and Daemon's marriage. History doesn't repeat itself, but it certainly carries an inherent rhyme that keeps on playing in the background.

But love alone couldn't shield Aem from his destiny. Despite Luke's plea that he forsake immortality & unreasonable power, it all came to nought. His ominous dreams held a promise for a miserable future for both of them; one lost in the shadows and the other buried under flames.

Aemond's darker inclinations ultimately consumed him. He betrayed Luke's trust and oaths, fully embracing his Voldemort identity during the four years of separation from Lucerys. Luke was left heartbroken, grieving the loss of the love he believed they shared.

Luke tried to confront Aemond about soul magic and its consequences. Regrettably, Aemond remained obstinate, his mind frayed, his magic nibbling at his rationality and logic. He realized too late that his lover was irretrievable.

His aemond was lost to a morbid dream.

"My affection for you was never as innocent as children's fables; it was much more insidious. It engulfed the world, expanding ceaselessly. My love's threads were void, consisting only of myself, and the days elapsed until they could no longer bear me. Nothing had ever carried me away from this world until I thought my soul was forfeit, that perhaps I had died." - Lucerys Velaryon

When the moment of reckoning arrived, a crucial decision compelled Luke to decide between saving Voldemort (or what remained of Aemond) and protecting the Wizarding World. The love he held for Aemond clashed with his duty as the "Chosen One," leaving Luke shattered by the heartbreaking decision he was forced to make. Yet, as difficult as it was, he persisted.

After destroying the 7 horcruxes (where a piece of him shatters along the vanquished soul pieces of aemond), Lucerys sacrificed himself to deliver the final blow that destroyed the last horcrux, which Luke discovered had dwelled within him since the eye incident.

Without looking back, and after believing his love was forever gone, Luke departed from the station on the train to the afterlife. He didn’t wait for Aemond to follow or spared a glance for those who were still alive, ready to serve him up like a pig for slaughter.

As the train carried Lucerys onward, he held Aemond's Slytherin cloth pin, passing through the tapestry of his memories. His soul pounded against his ribcage, pleading to be released, seeking his heart, yearning for its holder.

He understood the bittersweet truth—there was no "everafter" for Aemond. there was nothing real in his story except himself, alongside the companionship of his missing heart. For his love, his lover, their world, & all the creations their love spawned held nothing of reality.

#fanart #hotd #houseofthedragon #asoiaf #aemond #aemondtargaryen #lucerys #lucerysvelaryon #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #LcmdFatedAu

[simlit]

Chosen of the Sun | | dawn // forty-eight

| @maladi777 | @mangopysims | @izayoiri

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TALILA: That one was my favorite! ASTER: laughs You say that about all of them. TALILA: Well, that’s because they’re all my favorite! ASTER: Don’t they have music back where you come from? TALILA: Of course we have music, silly. But not like this. ASTER: An absolute tragedy. TALILA: It will be so difficult to go back home. Maybe I should learn to play before I go. ASTER: Go back… Ah. That’s right. You’ll be wanting to return to your forests, I expect. TALILA: I’m sorry. I didn’t think before speaking. ASTER: What have you to apologize for? TALILA: I expect it must be hard to hear, when you don’t have a home to go back to. ASTER: Oh, that’s alright. You needn’t worry about me. ASTER: What was it… like there? TALILA: Green Isle? Oh, it’s just as you probably imagine. A gorgeous, secret little world. Safe, protected from the outside. It’s funny, my father used to tell me a great deal about the dangers beyond our island. It's not nearly as bad as he said! Though, it’s not easy to cross between realms. You could say, my ending up here was just a happy accident. But I’ve been away for some time… ASTER: You… miss your home a lot, then? TALILA: Yes, very much. This place is strange and beautiful, but… not where I intended to end up. I didn’t mind getting swept away. All the new places I’ve seen and people I’ve met, I don’t regret any of it. But I don’t belong here, after all. ASTER: You could. TALILA: Maybe. But, well, to leave my forests, my family… I don’t know. It’s a scary thought. ASTER: No, you’re right. And you shouldn’t give it up for a lot of nothing. TALILA: Ah… right. That’s… true… INDRYR: Am I interrupting? TALILA: Hi, Indy! Not at all! Did you come to dance? INDRYR: laughs Sorry, not exactly. I was wondering if I couldn’t enlist your help again. ASTER: Hm? INDRYR: Actually, both of you would be perfect for the task. I require a certain charm. Having a more diverse ensemble might prove advantageous. ASTER: Ha! I see smooth-talkers are in high demand these days. What do you say, Little Bloom? Shall we? TALILA: Another heist? Absolutely!

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #cc: aster songleaf #cc: indryr #cc: talila

[occasionallyprosie]

"Choosing Your Path"

Chapter 2: "Lives Traded"

The thing about being a hero, especially a Hero of Courage chosen by the goddess Farore and bearing the Hero's Spirit, is that no matter the cost, they will always pay the price to save another.

Febuwhump 2024 | Prompt 16: Came Back Wrong

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"J-Just make sure my body's burned, kid."

"You're barely a year older than me you jerk! Don't do this!"

Hyrule heard Legend's voice fade out, and he wasn't wrong. Hyrule was barely older than him, but he still was older and he was considered an adult in every era unlike his predecessor, so he thought that was a win for him.

When he released his last breath, he didn't expect to inhale again and not feel the pain continue.

He shot up and the rocky terrain of his home era was gone, replaced by lush greens, tall trees, and bright colors in flowers and fruits.

Was he dead? Was this the afterlife?

If it was, then the others only just died too. Or time worked a bit differently, because the seven other heroes were also shooting up, gasping and grabbing at wherever their fatal blow had been.

"What the--Is this heaven?" Wind wondered.

"I was expecting hell," Four deadpanned, his tone not showing the clear disarray his mind and emotions were in.

"I... don't know," Sky breathed. "It doesn't feel like... it's not like the Sacred Realm, it doesn't feel like a different plane at all."

Someone else murmured their agreement. Hyrule stood.

"There you guys are."

Legend pushed a branch aside as he entered the clearing and immediately Hyrule could tell something was wrong. There was something off about his magic, about his eyes, about him.

"Vet?" Hyrule questioned. Did his spell fail? Did Legend still die? Was there a follow-up ambush?

"And you're all together, good..." he trailed off, frowning. His eyes flicked between them, clearly confused. "You guys alright? What'd I miss?"

Hyrule glanced back and, rightfully, they all did seem a little disturbed, most likely at their own deaths.

"What do you mean?" Hyrule asked. "I... Didn't we die?"

Legend stared at him, weirded but still, even the way he looked at him felt wrong. It felt like bugs crawling under his skin, it caused his ears to pop, his teeth to ache, it was like he was getting goosebumps eternally. It felt wrong.

"You... died--What?" Legend made a genuinely confused face. "Okay, clearly something happened since the last switch, so someone walk me through it. We left Champion's era, got split in the portal, I found a village and got potions. So... what'd I miss, since clearly none of you are dead despite what traveler's saying."

"Clearly," Wind said, rubbing his chest where Hyrule vividly remembered seeing a huge gash that nearly went clean through the Sailor.

Legend... didn't remember that? He'd gone so pale when Hyrule had noticed him see the scenes of their brother's deaths.

And the champion's--They'd gone to Hyrule's era right after the Champion's. Was this a... reset or something? Divine interference? Did Hyrule accidentally wish on the Triforce instead of channeling its power to save his predecessor?

Why didn't Legend remember then? And why was he so... Wrong?

"It... It's doesn't matter," Hyrule managed to say, grabbing Legend's arm and pulling him away from the others by a step. He'd protect his younger brother from those memories if that's what this was. "Just... where's the town?"

Legend gave him an odd look, and Hyrule noticed how wrong his eyes looked, they were still red, still that soft, warm scarlet, but something was just... wrong.

He couldn't think of another word, wrong was the only one that worked in the situation.

"Fine, keep your secrets," Legend finally said, pulling his arm free. "Town's this way."

Hyrule looked at the others once Legend's back was turned, his eyes wide and he rapidly cut along his throat.

They all nodded at the same time and quickly followed, some looking more pale than the others.

Wild and Twilight tucked close to each other, Warriors tugged Wind and Time close and Sky was hovering right beside Four.

Hyrule kept up with Legend, trying not to be sick himself as he recalled the gruesome images of their deaths.

He didn't know what was wrong, but something was and he didn't know what.

They got rooms at the inn and with Hyrule and Wild sharing a room with Legend, both were able to sneak out in the night to meet with the others in Time, Twilight, and Four's room.

"Okay, what happened cause last I remember I was..." Wind trailed out. "Dead."

"Yeah," Warriors agreed. "That... That was a definite death."

Time shook his head, pale and clearly upset.

"I... I don't know," Sky admitted.

"We won," Hyrule spoke up. "I... I lost track, but at some point, it was just the Vet and me left, then it was just... just fighting. I took hits but--We managed to finish them off in the end. As soon as it was over, I remember struggling to stay balanced... and I remember the Veteran calling out to me."

"You won?" Warriors breathed.

"Between the explosion and the lightning blast, there was only a third left and we managed to pull it off. Don't ask me how, I can't even remember." Hyrule stared down as he clenched his fist. "I used the last of my magic and energy to heal him, the Vet. Someone had to survive to finish this whole thing, and if I hadn't we both were going to die. Between the two of us, he was the better option."

Nobody said a word.

"I... I died. I know I did. He was... Honestly?" He looked up from his hands, clutching them to his chest as he met their eyes. "The battlefield once the monsters were gone was gruesome. Your bodies were gruesome, and I... I can't imagine how awful it must've been for him when he realized he was the last one. I know I forced that onto him, but frankly, if it had to reset or whatever, I'm glad he doesn't remember."

There was a long moment of silence.

"But that begs the question," Time spoke up, "how are we alive?"

Nobody answered. Hyrule though about it, he didn't make any conscious wish, not even anything that could've been mistaken for one, and it had to of happened when or after he died so...

"The only one who would know is the Veteran," Wild said. "He's the only one who saw the aftermath."

Hyrule felt a pit grow in his stomach. Suddenly that feeling of wrongwrongwrong he had around Legend wasn't something he could ignore.

Legend did something, Hyrule was sure of it. And whatever he did? It was... Whatever he did wasn't right.

He didn't know how he was going to figure it out though, if Legend didn't even remember the fact that they'd died then how could he remember how he brought them back alive?

He wouldn't figure it out, not for a while.

Hyrule took to keeping a close eye on their resident Veteran, he made notes of the things that were just off.

First off, Legend was spacey. He would stare at any single one of the heroes and just... check out, something pained glazing behind his eyes, and then he'd come back as if nothing had happened. It was... more worrying than anything.

Second, he ate less. More often than not, he would poke at his dinners, eat maybe half of it, before pawning the last of it into Wind's bowl. Wind always scarfed it down, the kid still growing and it showed, but Hyrule was noticing that Legend ate less and less of his dinners until this past day he didn't eat anything but maybe a third of his dinner.

Third, he hardly slept. It was hard to tell, but Hyrule had learned to notice a while ago. Legend was his younger brother after all, he eventually figured out how to tell that he wasn't sleeping and now that he did... every watch he had, Legend was awake, even if he had his own watch before or after. Even so, he didn't seem to get more tired during the days.

Then there was just his magic. His magic felt different, weird, it wasn't wrong, it didn't have that feeling of wrongness to it, but it... it wasn't right. It was stronger, to start with, Hyrule could feel it strengthening, but it also was... softening. It was becoming more... more Legend in a way magic straight up shouldn't. There was a clear difference between one's magic and their soul, but slowly, Hyrule was watching that line blur for his predecessor.

It was wrong. Something was wrong and he didn't know what.

In the end, it was another battle gone south that revealed it.

This time, they were in Time's era, but in a forest and monsters closing in on all directions.

It went south fast, Time barely blocked a spear from impaling him, Four was barely missed by an arrow that was probably supposed to hit his head, Sky was stabbed in the stomach and he shoved his attacker off and kept fighting.

A magic shield formed around Sky.

"Heal!" Legend ordered him. Hyrule wasn't sure when he learned to make shields like that, but it drew his attention to him and... well, it distracted him.

Maybe it was irony, that he survived so long last time the odds were stacked against them, and this time...

Hyrule stared at the blade sunk into his chest, the daira that chittered above him.

Oh.

Then the ground split open, it tore apart and swallowed the monsters whole. Hyrule fell but someone caught him, Legend, who threw a hand out at the remainders of the horde.

His eyes flashed pure white.

"Die," the hero snarled as the monsters exploded into smoke.

Hyrule wheezed, that was not normal. That was not--

He gasped, Legend's gaze snapping it him and his gash healing with a glance.

"Holy shit," he heard Wind whisper.

"Don't you dare die on me again," Legend snarled at him, Hyrule gasping heavily. "None of you."

His glare landed on the others.

"Wait--You remember that?!" Warriors exclaimed.

Legend didn't respond. Hyrule reached for his hand and he looked down as he squeezed it, sitting up better.

"Link?"

Legend met his eyes, for now they were amethyst and cold... but Hyrule wanted to know why they turned pure white moments ago.

"What happened to you?" He asked softly. "How are we alive?"

Legend didn't respond for a long moment, just staring into his eyes like he could see through them. A part of Hyrule whispered, the logical part of Hyrule said that Legend couldn't do that, but in that moment, he couldn't believe that. There was too much in his eyes, something different, but he couldn't quite call it wrong anymore. It was Legend, just... more, different, changed.

"Lives can be traded," is what the veteran finally said. "They can be bought back."

Time was the first to ask. "What was the cost?"

Legend stayed silent.

"Vet. What did it cost?" Time demanded, his voice growing sharp and panicked.

Hyrule couldn't help but agree with that panic. He had never known anything powerful enough to revive people to be kind, not ones that outright gave prices, not ones that made deals.

"Nothing I wasn't more than willing to pay," Legend said as he stood up, eyes flashing that new, dangerous flare. He looked over his shoulder at Time. "Nothing I wouldn't pay a thousand times over."

Time grabbed his shoulder. "What did you give them? Who did you give it to?"

Legend sort of just stared at him, Hyrule noted it was with that blank stare he's had more often lately. The silence was long, and it unnerved them all. The way he stared was... pensive, thoughtful, he was studying Time on a deeper level and Hyrule didn't like it. He had just been on the receiving end of that stare and it... It didn't feel violating, like he felt it should have, he trusted Legend, but it had been a deep feeling of being seen and not quite in a good way.

"Humanity," he finally said. "I gave them my humanity."

Hyrule felt his blood run cold. "No--Scholar, hey," Legend looked over at him, "who--Who did you give it to?"

"The goddesses," he answered easily.

As if... As if the goddesses got involved, as if the goddesses stepped in like that; as if the goddesses would care to make such a trade. Eight souls for one? Heroes too? That couldn't have been the goddesses, Hyrule was certain of that, but that meant something took a likeness that Legend associated with one of the goddesses or all of them, and when he was in a moment of weakness and desperation...

Something had taken advantage of his little brother, something had taken advantage of and taken the humanity of his little brother. Absolutely not.

He could not just let that stand.

"I can fix it for you. For a price." 

Legend startled, whipping around with his sword drawn on the... young woman who stood behind him. Green hair, elegant clothing, but a bit of wildness to her. She was hard to perceive, magic wise, her soul did not end where her magic began, it was one in the same.

"Farore," he realized, and he was certain of it. She had the aura as her Oracle, the same power and air, but infinitely more powerful.

She smiled, striding to him and he lowered his blade. She brushed a hand--warm, unexpectedly, it wasn't quite feverish warm, more like she spent the whole day in the sunlight--against his cheek.

"You've grown so much," she murmured softly, her eyes meeting his in a searching stare that went straight to his soul. "You have so much more to grow into... But I'm here to give you the choice of loss."

He stared at her. How was he supposed to respond to that? Was he meant to shove her away or what? What was the choice she was giving him?

"I can bring them back," she nodded to the heroes, their bodies, the blood. "I can take you all to a new era and you can continue as you normally would... In exchange for something you give me."

Legend inhaled sharply. He glanced to the side, at Hyrule's bloodied form, at Wind's nearly bisecting body...

"What do you want?" He asked, voice shaking as he looked at her. He wasn't sure but how was his life worth enough to exchange for eight others? He didn't know what else she'd ask for--

"Your humanity."

"Deal," he said before he put any thought to it. Why she'd ask for that? He wouldn't say no, of course. He'd give anything to bring them back. But why? What did she mean by that?

"All questions would be answered in due time," Farore told him softly, he wondered if she could read minds. "But just so you know, you will never be the same and those attuned to you will notice. You will lose your humanity slowly, you will feel it slipping away from you gradually, then at some point, your decisions will begin to fall into categories and it will be decided."

"What will?" He asked.

"What you will become. A deity, a demon, a protector, a warrior, a guide... it all depends."

A deity--or a demon? She...

"I am glad you accepted though," Farore said and he froze as she placed her hand on his forehead. "Breathe, my dear. Exhale the life I gave you and let's see you forge one of your own."

Legend raised an eyebrow at Time, whose hand still gripped his wrist tightly.

"Why didn't you say anything?" The man asked. "Making deals like that-- How do you even know it was the goddesses?"

"You'd be surprised how well acquainted I am with the golden three's magic, first of all. Secondly, because I didn't want to. Things were fixed, it was easier to feign ignorance than to come up with an explanation that wouldn't be blown out of proportion with such high emotions, and I can deal with the consequences of my actions myself."

"Consequences--" Hyrule grabbed his shoulder and all but forced him to look at him, jostling Time's hand off him. "You traded away your humanity! Do you even realize--Vet, you’re not human anymore."

Legend brushed his hands away. "Actually, I am, for now. It's a gradual loss. I'm less human than I was before, and I will continue to be less until it's all gone."

"That's not okay!"

"How."

"It's--You can't just trade lives like that!"

"And you didn't?!" Legend snarled and he felt his magic--now more volatile and harder to control than he was used to--lash out. "I choose my path, Traveler."

Hyrule reeled back as if struck.

"T-That's not the same thing!"

"Isn't it?! You traded your life for mine, and that's fine, but when I do it for all of you it's not alright?!"

Nobody spoke, they were all shaken by the revealed information, but to be honest? Legend couldn't care.

He cared about the fact that they were alive. He cared that he was slowly ceasing to see their dead, bloodied, chopped forms in their place. He cared that Warriors wasn't soaked in blood with arrows protruding from his body whenever he turned around. He cared that Wind's smile wasn't tainted by the huge gash in his chest.

He cared that they were alive, consequences to his own life be damned. He may become a demon, or a deity of some sort, he honestly couldn't care about that right now. What he cared about was making sure his brothers were alive and keeping it that way.

End Note:

What does Legend eventually become? Who knows! The Fierce Deity, unrestrained by time and eventually trapped inside a mask? Maybe! the Lord of Satori Mountain, slowly losing his humanity to protect the vulnerable (blupees)? Possibly! The next Demise, bitter and angry at all he's endured and lost? Also possible! Maybe he's just an old man in a cave, maybe he takes the form of a fairy to guide a too-young war captain, maybe he's a sheikah painter accompanied by a just as ancient wolf spirit, or maybe he's a dragon flying over the southern tropics of Hyrule with his humanity long lost and forgotten. It's his choice. It's his path to choose and follow, and he doesn't have a map to follow either.

#febuwhump 2024 #linked universe #lu legend #linkeduniverse #legend lu #fanfic #lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu wind #lu sky #lu time #lu twilight #lu four #lu fanfiction #linked universe fanfic #linkeduniverse fanfiction #prosie writes

[moonshine-nightlight]

Potential Short Stories

hey, while looking to next year, i have a number of short stories I'm considering and i'd like to gauge y'alls interest in them and see if there are any that should move up my list.

these are all just the top ideas i'm considering at the moment and are subject to change when i get back to writing in Spring 2024, but i really want to know if any of these grabs ppls attention as often more interest in a story motivates me to write more!

see under the read more for summaries of each story in the poll

if ur interested in more than one, vote for your favorite and mention the others in the comments/tags!

See this post for a poll on short vs long stories!

See this post for a poll on long stories!

see below for summaries and minor details (titles subject to change - but i'm also lazy and hate titling things so maybe not)

Courtship Confusion: You’ve been working with Morgan for a couple years. A consummate flirt, you’d initially been put off by his whole charming deal, but now that he’s your best friend you’ve been wanting to see if he’s still interested in dating you. Unfortunately he’s not picking up your hints. Before you give up, a pair of visiting concubi remind you of cultural differences when it comes to dating. Maybe you’ve both been misunderstanding each other. Maybe it’s time you set the record straight.

Modern w/known non-humans, ReaderxMaleSiren

Quid Pro Quo: You’d thought the only remotely positive about your husband’s death would be that you wouldn’t need to deal with your terrible in-laws anymore. Then you found out that demons were real and your husband’s family had made a deal decades ago trapping all their descendants in service to one. You manage to set up your own deal with a different demon: if you help Adriel figure out who is embezzling from his realm spanning organization, he’ll help you figure out how to get your kids free of the contract. After hitting dead end after dead end, you finally think you’re both getting somewhere, but will it be enough?

Modern w/secret demons; ReaderxMaleDemon

Goddaughter: You thought you’d seen the last of your family when you left—you’d certainly done everything you could to cut ties with them and with your father’s enemies. Unfortunately, they finally seem to have caught up with you—running into you by chance in the grocery store of all places. Now you and your daughter have been captured, you’re tied up while they’ve taken her who knows where, your father is just as useless at protecting you as always. Then you hear a familiar voice. What on earth is your neighbor, Vee, doing here? Why does he know your father? And why does he sound positively…demonic?

Modern w/secret demons; ReaderxMaleDemon

Bedwarmer: When you heard your Chancellor had died in battle and his lands given to a mountain orc who’d practically won the battle singlehandedly, you weren’t sure what to think. When the steward put out the call for a bedwarmer for said new Chancellor, you figured species didn’t matter much after all—powerful people were all the same. Still, the role came with a year reduction in indenture for whoever was selected from the candidates. You’ve never had any problem with no strings attached sex so you add yourself to the list. It’s not until you meet this Kor’Shearda and are chosen that you begin to realize how wrong you were.

Fantasy w/known non-humans; ReaderxFemaleOrc

Runalong: Sometimes you feel like you’ve spent your whole life on the move. Shuffled from one place to the next with no real say in the matter. Is it any wonder that on those long car rides from somewhere that just started to become familiar to somewhere brand new and unknown that you might imagine a companion along side you? And what does it mean that now you’re an adult and you still think you see them sometimes?

Modern w/unknown non-humans; ReaderxGNSpirit

Feral: You’ve been so happy living on your own in the little house you inherited, you didn’t even mind the strange stipulations in the will about hanging plants and markings on fence posts. You were never particularly superstitious. Or you weren’t. Strange noises at night, eyes that glow, tracks around the porch—it’s all starting to freak you out. What could be lurking in the shadows of your yard? Is it all your imagination? Or does something—someone—mean you harm?

Modern w/unknown non-humans; ReaderxFemaleHellhound

#polls #stories #my stories #just want to see what ppl think #was gonna put this up lik next weekend but i hav no self control #i'll likely do what i want lol #because if i'm not up for it i wont be able to write it as well #but i do want to know what ur thoughts are #(i'm sometimes very easily persuaded - thats how the DSM bonus happened) #and giv a little preview of what stories might be coming up next #i'd likely only be able to get to 4 at most next year #so choose wisely!

[zapreportsblog]

In Love With The Same Cat

➥ summary : There’s no Spider-Man without the Black Cat just like there’s no Black Cat without Spider-Man. But what if we had a multiverse dimensional traveling jewelry stealing burglar Black Cat (try saying that seven times fast aye) that traveled across dimensions not only stealing the worlds finest jewels but also the hearts of four unlucky, or lucky depending on how you see it Spider-Man’s and Spider-Women’s hearts.

➥ chapter 5: Threads of Legacy

In the vast labyrinth of the black market community, connections were forged and secrets whispered. Walter Hardy, a renowned cat burglar, had cultivated relationships that spanned decades, his influence reaching even the darkest corners of this clandestine realm. Among his network of allies was an old friend, a master craftsman skilled in the art of creating costumes for those who tread the shadows.

As Walter recounted tales of his daughter (y/n) venturing into the family business, his old friend's curiosity piqued. They were captivated by the notion of a new generation carrying forward the legacy of the cat burglar thieves. Their discussions became more frequent, their conversations a dance of nostalgia and anticipation for what the future held.

Inspired by the significance of (y/n)'s journey, Walter's friend felt compelled to contribute to the unfolding narrative. They meticulously crafted a costume that embodied the essence of the cat burglar's life—a testament to the cunning, agility, and legacy that coursed through the veins of those who walked the path of shadows.

The day came when Walter, with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, presented (y/n) with a carefully wrapped package. As she unwrapped it, a gasp escaped her lips, her eyes widening in awe and anticipation. Nestled within the folds of the fabric lay the embodiment of her newfound identity—a costume that told a story of heritage and destiny.

The costume shimmered with elegance and mystery, intricately designed to blend seamlessly with the night. It clung to her form, accentuating her lithe figure and exuding an air of confidence and allure. The midnight black fabric, adorned with subtle patterns resembling the tracks of a stealthy feline, whispered tales of the secrets it had witnessed and the treasures it had helped secure.

As (y/n) donned the costume, a surge of energy coursed through her, connecting her to a lineage of illustrious thieves who had come before her. She felt the weight of their legacy settle upon her shoulders, yet she stood tall, ready to embrace the challenge. The costume had become an extension of her being, a symbol of her commitment to honor the past while carving her own path.

Walter watched with a mix of pride and apprehension as his daughter transformed before his eyes. He recognized the significance of the costume—the mantle she had chosen to carry. But his heart ached, for he understood the dangers that lay in the shadows, and he longed to protect her from the perils he had faced.

"(y/n)," Walter's voice was tinged with a mix of caution and love, "this path is not an easy one. The shadows hold both secrets and danger. Promise me that you will be vigilant, that you will always remember the risks that come with our chosen way of life."

In response, (y/n) turned to her father, her eyes reflecting determination and a deep sense of gratitude. "I promise, Dad," she said, her voice steady. "I will tread carefully, but I will also honor the legacy you have passed down to me. Together, we will navigate this world, protect what is precious, and strive for justice.

Walter's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he witnessed the resolve in his daughter's eyes. He had feared that she would be consumed by the darkness, but (y/n) had proven herself to be a beacon of strength and integrity. With a sigh, he embraced her, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges they would face together.

In the nights that followed, (y/n) ventured into the depths of the city, her costume a constant reminder of the path she had chosen. The fabric rustled gently as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop, a silent wraith traversing the shadows. The city became her playground, its buildings and alleyways offering an intricate web of challenges to test her agility and cunning.

As she immersed herself in the art of thievery, (y/n) discovered a delicate balance—a dance between darkness and light. With each successful heist, she aimed to protect the innocent, to ensure that justice prevailed even within the realm of shadows. Her actions echoed the legacy of those who had come before her, but with her unique blend of tenacity and compassion, she carved her own mark on the pages of history.

The costume that adorned her became more than mere fabric; it was a symbol of her commitment to preserving the values instilled in her by her father. It spoke volumes of her determination, resilience, and reverence for the past. With each use of her newfound abilities, (y/n) honored the lineage of cat burglars who had walked this path—a legacy of audacity, skill, and the pursuit of the extraordinary.

In the heart of the city, (y/n) embraced her dual identity—the daughter of Walter Hardy, a legendary cat burglar, and the embodiment of her own destiny. With each stolen moment and daring escapade, she became a testament to the enduring power of legacy—a force that bridged generations and propelled her toward a future filled with mystery, adventure, and a profound sense of purpose.

#x reader #x reader series #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #In Love With The Same Cat series #In Love With The Same Cat #spiderverse imagine #spider punk x reader #spider punk #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #ghost spider #spider gwen #ghost spider x reader #gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x reader

[queen--of--maggots]

What’s your most unpopular DN opinion? (It can be about canon, fanon the fandom)

I don’t even know if you are still around anon, but I promised you an answer, and here it is. Unpopular opinion time! And here’s a really unpopular one: I wish Wammy’s wouldn’t exist and Ohba went in a different direction after L’s death.

I’m probably almost the only one with this opinion. I know many people love the Wammy kids, and I want to make this clear, this is not necessarily about the characters from Wammy’s. I appreciate them, some more, others less. However, you can like a character and still think the story would have been better without them.

First, a few points on why I don’t like the introduction of Wammy’s.

One thing I enjoyed a lot about DN up to L’s death is the lack of overused tropes. For example, DN isn’t L’s story despite him fitting more into the good guy role, L isn’t portrayed as a hero, Light isn’t portrayed as a villain, Misa isn’t the innocent victim who was dragged into this, and neither L nor Light is the chosen one(s), main characters don’t have an extremely outstanding design, and so on. Wammy’s changes this partially. There must be people, qualified ones included, in the entire world that have reasons why they want to stop Kira, but all of Kira’s antagonists originate from the same place – Wammy’s. That’s pretty much the secret-intuition-that-protects-the-world-from-evil trope. It also falls into the chosen one trope because only L’s successors are apparently good enough to put an end to Kira. Also, Near has a rather outstanding design. Having white hair isn’t impossible, but highly unlikely. In addition, he looks like 12 despite being 18 and always wears fucking pajamas instead of normal clothes. Mello has a somewhat outstanding design too, but it’s more the way the dresses. I won’t complain too much about it. Still, compare this to Team Kira’s new additions. Mikami’s and Takada’s designs are way more grounded.

Another trope I find annoying is linking everything to the same two or three people. Every important character that is introduced later in the series has a connection to one of the original main characters (being related, childhood friends, same former mentor, …). In my opinion, that’s just a cheap way to give a new character credit without them doing anything and make them more popular among fans. If the character is well-written enough, things like that are not necessary. Ohba goes hard for this trope with Wammy’s: Near, Mello, and even fucking Matt are all L’s successors, so they have a direct link to him. And, while it’s just a spinoff, and how canon it is is debatable, even the BB murder case goes back to L and Wammy’s. (I know AN wasn’t written by Ohba, but it fits the pattern.) Compare this to Light’s allies. Most Kiras had no previous connection to Light before meeting him. The only exception is Kiyomi after the time skip. In Misa’s case, Kira gave her the revenge she wanted. However, she’s likely still one of many with similar stories. She didn’t know Light before, and Light didn’t know her. Even how Misa got her DN is unrelated to Light and Ryuk. Mikami had to stand entirely on his own feet. He had no direct connection to Light or L whatsoever.

I’m also disappointed that Ohba toned down the realism with Wammy’s. DN wasn’t 100% realistic before either, but there is a drop in it with the introduction of the Wammy’s characters. We go from one rich dude who fights crime mainly for entertainment to an entire training ground for super-intelligent orphans to become the world’s greatest detectives. Then there’s Mello with the missile and ultra-fast healing powers, and Near winning because of magical guessing powers and plot armor. Both are also younger than Light and inexperienced. And while humans aren’t born with special powers in the DN universe and supernatural aspects are limited to the Shinigami and the Shinigami realm, BB has Shinigami eyes for no apparent reason. Technically, these are still connected to the Shinigami within the story, but the explanation given for this is extremely vague and unsatisfying.

The points I’ve listed so far would bother me less if they always would have been a thing or if both sides were treated equally regarding tropes and bullshit. But they are particularly noticeable for Wammy’s characters, while Team Kira is not so much affected.

Also, I liked that before Wammy’s became a thing, L was an extraordinary element. L appeared to be self-made. He even became an important part of law enforcement even though his main motivation wasn’t justice. Before Wammy’s introduction, his death would have had a massive impact on the DN universe because once he is dead, L doesn’t exist anymore and is no longer a secret weapon in difficult cases. Even if Kira is defeated, losing L in the process would be a massive loss. Wammy’s existence reduces L to a replaceable role. If he dies, someone else from the L-factory will take the position. The death of L as a person has almost no impact on the DN universe because L as an entity still exists, and that’s the only thing that counts. No consequences whatsoever. Barely anyone knew how he looked anyway.

I understand why Ohba went with L’s successors as a continuation instead of something else. He was playing the safe card by feeding the consumers something they are already familiar with. Going for different scenarios would be risky and require more effort. However, it could have been more rewarding if executed well. I would have liked a greater variety of enemies for Light and him having to adapt to new dangers. So, here are some scenarios that I would have found more intriguing than the one we got.

The premise of Mello’s arc was interesting; unfortunately, the execution was horrendous. But Light vs a criminal organization that, for example, wants the DN or Kira’s power for themselves isn’t a bad idea. A criminal organization would be a lot more ruthless than L. L needed evidence, while a crime syndicate would immediately shoot Light if he showed up on the list of suspects. And his family would be in danger too.

Or a revenge plot? Something like Kira killed a family member or other loved one (preferably justified, but could also be someone wrongly accused), and a bereaved person wants revenge. Now, this person is on a suicide mission, and Light has to fight against someone who has nothing left to lose. Their own survival is optional, only getting revenge before dying counts.

How about Kira vs a fanatic Kira fan? Someone who thinks Kira isn’t Kira enough anymore and feels they can do better? Maybe this person could make Light’s allies question their loyalty to him. Who are they loyal to, Light or Kira?

A female antagonist would also have potential (but not with Ohba as an author). Light tends to underestimate women. Now, Light faces one as a competent opponent, and he has to take one or more critical hits to realize the danger.

Anyway, the successor arc definitely has its moments, but overall, it is a lot weaker. And in my opinion, these weaknesses are primarily connected to Wammy’s. So, removing it could have been beneficial for the story. At least, that’s my opinion. If you have a different opinion, that’s great. But please, I’m not particularly interested in lengthy discussions about this subject.

#death note #anon #ask #i know the text is a bit messy but i have this in my drafts for about a month #and i have zero motivation to rework it #thx for asking

[pininghermit]

Betrayed Flames (Alucard x Reader)

Request: Hi! I came across your blog and found your writing very delightful! I wanted to suggest an AU for Alucard, one was an friends to enemies to lovers type or an AU in which the reader and Alucard knew each other beforehand but the reader died and was reincarnated but only Alucard remembers them. Thank you for considering! @houseof-harkness

Pairing: Adrian x Witch Reader

Summary: Fire, while capable of nurturing and providing warmth, could also be destructive and consuming. You carried the responsibility of balancing these opposing forces within you, understanding that your power could both create and destroy.

AN: I hope you like this. As always this will be getting a part 2 which I will be working on soon (*staring at my wips)

Deep within the secluded depths of the dense forest lies a hidden realm, veiled from the prying eyes of society. It is here that a group of individuals known as witches dwell, existing as social outcasts on the fringes of the broader population. These enigmatic beings have deliberately chosen seclusion, retreating from the bustling towns and cities to evade the clutches of the church.

Within the forest, they find solace and freedom, escaping the constraints imposed by society's norms and expectations. Surrounded by whispering trees and the mystical energies of nature, they embrace their unique abilities and knowledge, honing their craft in secrecy. These witches possess ancient wisdom passed down through generations, harnessing powers that the world often misunderstands or fears.

While the rest of society views them with suspicion or hostility, the witches find solace in their hidden haven, far removed from the watchful eyes of those who fail to comprehend their true nature. It is within these secluded woods that they commune with the forces of nature, forging a deep connection with the earth, the elements, and the unseen realms.

Their practices, rituals, and beliefs diverge from the teachings of the church, and it is this perceived deviation that has driven them into exile. Seeking refuge among the ancient trees, they preserve their traditions, explore the mysteries of the universe, and find a sense of belonging among their kind.

While the witches may remain hidden, their presence in the forest is palpable. It is a realm where magic and the supernatural intertwine, where secrets are whispered among the leaves, and where the witches can truly be themselves. The forest serves as their sanctuary, protecting them from the prying eyes and judgments of the outside world.

In the depths of the forest, the witches thrive, each possessing unique abilities and perspectives. They form a community bound by shared understanding and acceptance of one another. Together, they navigate the intricacies of their existence, drawing strength from the bonds they have forged and the hidden powers that lie within them.

You grew up in this forest, surrounded by women who rejected society in favor of practicing the powers gifted to them by the world. They were not just witches; they were farmers, warriors, scientists. Their seclusion promised more freedom than any prestige or social acceptance ever could.

While you did not live in extravagant palaces or adorn yourself with invaluable jewels, you were content spending your life wandering among the trees. Your home provided more comfort than any worldly riches could offer. It was far superior to the society that sought to burn you into oblivion.

You vowed never to let anyone harm your people, for as long as you stayed alive. You would unleash your fire upon anyone who dared to try. Yes, you were born with the magic of fire coursing through your veins—an insatiable hunger gripping you since the day of your birth.

However, you were also aware of the dual nature of your power. Fire, while capable of nurturing and providing warmth, could also be destructive and consuming. You carried the responsibility of balancing these opposing forces within you, understanding that your power could both create and destroy.

The forest was not the only solitary existence in those woods. You had the most peculiar neighbor in the form of Count Dracula, whom very few dared to challenge. Both the colony of witches and the Count existed in peaceful harmony.

But for you, you found a friend in Dracula's son, Adrian. A Dhampir, who, like you, knew very little of the world. You were both young and the forest became a playground for your adventures. Every day was an opportunity to explore springs, discover unique rocks, and create colorful bouquets out of weeds.

The forest became your playground, a realm where imagination knew no bounds. Amidst the whispering trees and dancing sunlight, you embarked on countless adventures, discovering hidden springs, collecting unique rocks, and creating vibrant bouquets out of humble weeds. Every day brought new excitement, a testament to the magic of friendship and the enchantment of nature.

Adrian, with his vampiric heritage, possessed extraordinary abilities that fascinated and intrigued you. He demonstrated his supernatural speed, effortlessly gliding through the forest like a fleeting shadow. His sharp fangs, a symbol of his vampiric lineage, both frightened and captivated you as you marveled at the unique traits he inherited.

In turn, you shared your own magic with Adrian, showcasing your burgeoning abilities with fireworks of light dancing on your fingertips. The night sky became your canvas as you wove spells of color and wonder, filling the air with shimmering displays. Adrian's eyes sparkled with joy and awe, his laughter echoing through the forest as your magic lit up the darkness, occasionally leaving burned holes in your dresses. Being a Dhampir, he was not bound by the limitations of the night. Together, you and your friend freely roamed the forest, exploring its wonders under both daylight and moonlight.

In a world where you were exiled for your nature, your friendship with Adrian became a saving grace.

You met Lisa, Adrian's mother, very early in your friendship. She was a human healer who displayed immense kindness towards you, the only human who had ever done so. Even your biological parents had not shown such compassion. Whenever you talked to Lisa, the fields of magic and science converged, creating a profound connection.

Even the reclusive colony of witches opened their gates to Adrian. They welcomed the child of Dracula into their homes, whether it was the ice witch with her unmelting snowflakes in the summer or the earth witch teaching both of you the language of trees.

The forest aligned its two forces, creating a community of two existences that had seldom communicated before.

However, it all came crashing down one day. You watched in horror as humans from the nearby village rushed in with torches and pitchforks. They burned your houses and harmed the people who raised you.

The witches fought back, and the forest seemed to join their cause. Elements danced on their fingers as they tried to defend what they had built with such effort. You stood there with them, countering the fire of the torches with the fire on your fingertips. But alas, fire does not quench fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the clearing you once called home.

Hidden behind metal shields, the humans came prepared with their wards. As you looked around, you could see humans closing in on your camp.

Someone had to hold them back, someone had to create an opportunity for others to reach the castle. Rushing others out of the way, you stood in front of the crowd that hollered at you with hate in their eyes. Fire raced on your fingers as you summoned the very last of your power.

It was enough to burn you and the rest of the crowd. It would buy time for others to make it to Adrian. And if, by some grace, you survived, you wanted to see your friend and thank him for his help.

As you fought alone, you felt the wetness of your blood flowing from your nose. Your eyes had been dry for a long time now. You blinked, trying to focus and spot potential attacks.

That's when you spotted him—Adrian. Relief washed over you as you watched him from afar. He had come at last. Your people had made it. But your relief shattered when you saw him standing next to your attackers.

Concealed behind the forms of men who shouted slurs at you, you observed his hard-set face, so different from the easy-going smiles of your friend. "Adrian," you called out, but he did not respond.

His face flickered with some emotion as you felt a pitchfork stab you. He did not reach forward to help you. No, he just stood there as your body collided with the cold, hard ground of the forest floor.

The men around you cursed death and doom upon you, while a priest walked ahead, muttering prayers that escaped you.

"Were the rest captured?" the man next to the priest asked as you held your arms behind your back. They cuffed your hands, and your magic died.

Your heart stopped when another man replied with a loud "yes" that rang in your head. No, no, no, they couldn't be captured. You looked at Adrian, who remained unmoving from his spot. He must have saved them. He would never let harm come their way…

"All dead." The world ceased to exist. Your eyes, which had dried a long time ago, filled up with tears.

As you lay on the ground, gasping for breath, your gaze locked with Adrian's. Anguish and confusion washed over you as you struggled to comprehend his betrayal.

"Why, Adrian?" you managed to choke out between breaths, your voice strained with hurt. "We were friends. We were supposed to protect each other."

Adrian's eyes met yours, but they were filled with anger and resentment instead of the warmth and understanding you once knew. "You witches… You're the reason my mother is dead!" he spat, his voice laced with bitterness.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to understand the depth of his pain. "Adrian, we would never harm Lisa. You know that! She was kind to me, to all of us."

His face twisted in a mixture of rage and grief. "Kindness? Is that what you call it? She was burned alive, mistaken for a witch! And what did your precious coven do? Nothing! You just stood by, letting innocent people suffer!"

The words pierced through your heart like a blade. "Adrian, you know it wasn't us. We didn't do this. We've always sought peace, harmony with nature. The villagers were the ones who attacked us, who attacked you!"

He sneered, his voice filled with disdain. "Don't play innocent with me. You witches and your powers, always manipulating, always pretending to be benevolent. But I see through it now. I see the truth."

Adrian declared coldly. "You witches have taken everything from me. Now it's time for you to pay."

When the men failed to burn you, their fire unable to harm you. They tied you to a heavy rock and pushed you into a stream where you had countless meetings with Adrian.

As you were dragged towards the stream, the weight of betrayal and sorrow weighed heavy on your heart. The sound of rushing water grew louder, drowning out any hope for reconciliation.

As the cold water engulfed you, your voice faded into silence, but the fire of vengeance burned brighter than ever within you.

But even as water rushed into your lungs and breathing became difficult, only one thought consumed your mind—vengeance.

You promised to return, and when you did, everyone would pay for their crimes, even your beloved friend would not be spared.

As your world fell into the darkness of the void. Not far away in a lavish room a woman labored as nurses and doctors rushed around her.

It had been hours since her contractions started. Even the most experienced of nurses seemed to have lost hope. The child should have been dead by now.

But then in a matter of seconds the situation flips itself as the anxious nursemaid hands the mayor the the village his daughter.

A daughter whose eyes shine brighter than any she's ever seen before.

#alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes #friends to enemies #childhood friends #witches #Adrian x witch reader #adrian tepes x reader #betrayal #hurt and possible comfort

[mymiraclebox]

Magical Beings and their Artifacts

Kwami - Kwamis are spiritual beings that are the creators of the universe, and they are the embodiments of various forces and concepts. Many kwamis have taken an interest in the life on earth, and have taken on the form of an animal to live among them.

There are four kinds of kwamis: Alphas, who are the foundation of the universe; Elementals, embodying the raw elements; Timekeepers, who control the aspects of time; and Deltas, who embody the more intricate aspects of existence.

Each time a new concept comes into being, so does a kwami, making it unknown to humans the exact number of kwamis there are in the universe, though 120 kwamis have chose to dwell on earth, like Plagg the kwami of Destruction.

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Miraculous - Miraculouses are a small wearable artifact that acts as the means to bind a kwami to the physical realm, allowing them to have a body and interact with the physical world. One who wears a Miraculous can transform with the kwami if they know the right words, granting them the powers of the kwami's concept.

Due to the interference of the Order of the Guardians, kwamis are now also bound to the orders given to them by the one who holds their Miraculous. This restraining magic has turned several kwamis against humanity.

There are 120 known Miracuouses, with 117 currently on earth.

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Renling - Renlings are young spiritual beings that were created by the kwami of Life in tandem with the physical advancements of earth. As such renlings are deeply connected to this planet, and each has an animal and value they have made themselves representatives of. There are thirty-two known renlings on earth, such as Long-Long the Dragon.

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Prodigious - Prodigiouses are medallions that allows a mortal being to see and interact with the renlings bound to it. By embodying a trait the renling favors one is able to transform into the animal they represent. There are four known Prodigiouses, each hosting eight renlings.

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Kaire - Kaires are guardian spirits created by the kwami of Life. Kaires form strong bonds with people or items, which they will dedicate their existence to protecting. Kairies can guard anything from a location, to a family, to secret knowledge, to a magical item. When a Kaires no longer have a chosen they enter deep period of mourning, and can fade if they don't find a new bond to protect.

All Kaires draw their power from a magical orb that allows them to switch between two forms, their companion form and their champion form. Their companion form is a small kwami-like being shaped like an animal, while their champion form is a much larger and more dangerous being made to fight.

Kaires can be found all around earth, though there six major Kaires that are known as the most powerful of their kind, such as Mei Shi the Lion.

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Zealous - Zealouses are orbs of great magical proprieties that give Kairies their power, but that humans can also use to manipulate magic on their own. In order to use this power though but they must earn the favor of the kaires that guard and inhabit them, and become their bond. The most powerful of the Zealous are the twin Soul Gems, which were used to create and shape artifacts like the Miraculouses.

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Essent - Essents are primordial energy forces that existed before the universe took shape. Pure energy that often divided into various forms of Positive, Negative, and Neutral energy. They ceased to exist with the birth of the universe from the big bang, where essents divided into what is now known as kwamis.

While divided and changed eons ago, echos of an essent can be reawakened with the mergence of Alpha kwamis. Essents once held no sense of being or self, but when merged they gain the memories of the kwamis they are formed from, giving them a means to hold knowledge and emotions, especially curiosity.

Essents are the most ancient and powerful force out there, yet the most naive. They can alter the universe at will as long as balance is maintained, with what is known as a 'Wish', but they do not fully comprehend what their actions result in. Their understanding of the universe, of other beings, and of right and wrong are of that of a child. There are many different possible mergences that can summon an essent, for example Gimmi being from the mergence of Tikki and Plagg.

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Glorious - A Glorious a crystal of pure magic that is created by a temporary fusion of two Miraculouses of Alpha kwamis. This allows the manifestation of the primordial and powerful essent, who can bend the universe to the will of the one who summoned them. There are eight known Miraculouses that can create a Glorious.

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Name Origins:

Kwami = quantic + kami (神)

Renling = rèn lǐng (认领/認領) + -ling

Kaire = kai (怪)/yōkai (妖怪) + fairy/pixie/fae.

Essent = from the word "essence".

Miraculous/Prodigious/Zealous/Glorious = Something great and wonderful ending with "-ous".

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[fernthewhimsical]

Prayer a Day, part 1

For October I decided to give myself a little challenge, and started writing one prayer per day. I made a list of all the deities and entities that I honour in my practice, and am steadily working through that list. Here are the first eight prayers (or poems), to Cernunnos, Baduhenna, Nehalennia, Wolf, Elen of the Ways, Nemetona, Freyr, and Loki.

Cernunnos Lord of the liminal, the in-between The place between life and death, man and woman, hunter and hunted Lord of the cycles of life, of both ancient moss covered forests, and hallowed burial mounds King to all who live in your realms, plant and animal, witch and Fae, and all that lies in between. I honour you

Baduhenna I call on you, Ravenwitch You, who fights with magic and madness Who defends with sword and shield Valkyrie Goddess of Frisia I call on you, Mistqueen You, who holds the secrets of magic who’s the sovereign of the land Daughter of the Morrigan I call on you, Rootwoman You, who connects us to our past, Who reminds us of our power Defender of the marsh forest I call on you, Baduhenna Be with me

Nehalennia Stuurvrouw, Oogstmoeder, Vrouwe van de Zee. Ik drijf if uw golven, Draag mij met u mee

Steerswoman, Harvestmom, Lady of the Sea, I float in your waves, Lady, carry me

(to the tune of Horned One, Lover, Son)

Wolf Run with me ‘neath shining moon, and howl to the Silver Lady Roam with me ‘neath warming sun, and show me the hidden way Rest with me ‘neath shading tree, as I watch the young cubs play Revel with me ‘neath starlit sky, as humanity slips away Roar with me ‘neath watchful eyes, and join the hunt for prey

Elen of the Ways Lady of journeys, within and without Guide me to myself, to my inner light Lead the way, to a better me Show me where to go Show me the next step Elen of the Labyrinth be with me

Nemetona Leaf-crowned guardian of the grove She who protects boundaries of land, home, and person She who is one with the earth with the trees, flowers, and plants Bark-skinned warden of sacred places I honour you

Freyr Golden sunlight upon golden grain Warmth of the heartlight Communities chosen and born We take what is needed, and share what we have We fight for those who cannot, and raise their voices high We love with all our hearts, and celebrate humanity Golden Freyr who guards us, and provides for us all I honour you

Loki Change-bringer, Flamehaired deity of mischief, You who break chains, and social conventions Who burns what is old, to grow what is new Who brings a smile, and bright ringing laughter Who gives strength to the weird, the outcasts and the queer I love and honour you

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[suunuti]

Parul Pasuk {2} -Uprooted-

*Suunuti Te Puou Tsteyimhutey ite

- FANDOM: AVATAR

- RATING: GENERAL AUDIENCE

- CW: NONE

- WORD COUNT: 508

- SUMMARY: "In the jungles of Pandora, a Navi born from roots of an ancient tree wanders the planet curiously with love for the land and its inhabitants. Through fate she learns extraterrestrials intend to eradicate life Pandora. Destiny led her to a mighty warrior, with his help she attempts to protect the sacred balance- discovering her divine legacy in the process."

- A/N: ADULT NETEYAM X READER [SLOW BURN NOT NSFW] in this fic the events of ATWOW ended with neteyam surviving.

-FIC STARTS BELOW CUT-

You awoke to a gentle breeze, greeted by the cool blue sky stretching overhead, appearing somehow more distant than yesterday.

Everything seemed monumentally taller now. Puzzled-

“Why’s everything so big?” You thought, neck craned high as usual, expecting the voice’s response.

But after a few moments none came..

"Curious," you mused, "I can't recall a time the voice didn't answer."

Growing increasingly concerned, you reached out mentally, "Hello? Voice?" Still met with silence, your worry intensified. "Are you upset because I abstained from drinking for so long? I apologize, I won't be neglectful again," you reasoned, attempting to anchor yourself deeper into the soil to please the voice. To your dismay, you found yourself unable to do so, and the voice remained silent. Frustration welled up, tears cascading down your cheeks as you began to sob.

“Calm yourself..” The voice spoke sullenly.

“What is happening to me!” You wept in frustration.

“I, a deity of boundless wisdom and power, have chosen to bestow upon you the gift of guidance and liberation. Lower your arms, my child, and behold the wonders all around you. Wondrous being fashioned from the living roots of nature. Listen to my words and allow them to reverberate within your heart,” it began.

You went cold. “Deity?” My arms? What does that mean—You move your aching neck and freeze. “I moved my neck!” You gasp, and then yelp, “I moved my mouth!”

“You have many questions, I'm sure,” the voice interrupted. “You possess an inherent connection to the land and its secrets. One I had ignored... until now. Your birth from the sacred tree has endowed you with a profound understanding of the rhythms of life, both seen and unseen. As you awaken to the world, I entrust you with the freedom to explore its vast wonders.”

“Who are you?” You asked, head spinning. The voice chuckled, “My name is Eywa.”

“Great mother, I know nothing of this world, I’ve been implanted in the ground as long as I've lived.”

“My child I have gifted you legs, so you’re not bound by the chains of limitations. I have gifted you arms for the realm of existence is yours to embrace. I have gifted you a brain, to seek knowledge and wisdom in every corner. The world is a tapestry of mysteries waiting to be unraveled.”

Your body feels warm at those words, “My body,” You say, “My voice,” “My Arms, Legs,” “My Face, My tail.” “Me.” You hug yourself laughing as tears run down your cheeks

“As your guide, I shall forever watch over you, offering whispers of guidance when the need arises. Accept your independence and be the incarnation of peace on this planet, you are peace, love and compassion, you are the Great Light.”

And with that a feeling of warmth spread through your body as if you were being cradled by your mother, and all went silent.

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