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My Favorite Fantasy Tropes

MONSTER TROPES!

A deadly monster with a terrifying appearance bonds with a small child with its life.

An injured hero comes upon a monster, or a hero comes upon an injured monster and they understand each other. Giant vicious-looking monsters that answer to names you would give to a pet dog.

A character rescues or spares the life of a wounded or infant monster; later th fully- healed/matured creature returns the favor.

The horrifying eldritch creature that's been stalking the heroes turns out to be benevolent and actually, trying to protect them from something deadlier.

HERO TROPES!

The hero is the secret heir to a throne. It may be that he was whisked away and hidden as a child, his parents sent them away or were killed, etc.

There's someone in power in your book who might be described as "pure evil." This can feed into the "Good vs Evil" trope listed further down this list.

The hero refuses to give into the dark magic and instead ascends to a new level of power. This may change their hair to their dream color.

The hero falls in love with a princess/prince who turns out to be working with the real Dark Lord and killed her whole family just to rule the kingdom.

SETTING TROPES!

Pseudo-medieval European setting especially in places like the British Isles, France and Germany.

A library full of secret, lost, important knowledge. The characters may have to travel to this library, or they may stumble across it for some kind of revelation.

Ancient Japan/Chinese royalty setting where clues about the mystery is given out in subtle, secretive ways. Plus, the hero can't travel outside the palace.

A fantastical world can hide in plain sight without being discovered. When the secret is unmasked by the hero, he is trust into the world. Now, there's no going back.

CHARACTER RELATIONSHIP TROPES!

The characters involved don't know they're soulmates for part of the book but feel drawn to each other.

Twisting the original dynamic between characters from legends, myths and folklore

Semi-humanoid/ multi-race characters bonding with monsters/people of other race like elves, dwarves, goblins, etc.

Enemies-to-lovers

Marriages of convenience based upon political/power dynamic leverage

The main character(s), with a ton of romantic tension, must, for some reason, share a bed.

DARK FANTASY TROPES!

Magic is eveil and often The Corruption. Blood magic, human sacrifice and forsaken children are commonplace.

Magical artifacts with bad omens/curses attached to them. They require a grievous price in order to wield.

The gods are all assholes who pass time eating prayer chips and drinking soul-booze while placing bets and trolling the helpless mortals.

Organized religion of the country is Corrupt Church or Religion of Evil. The leader is totalitarian and strange cults prevail.

The dead find staying buried a little boring and resist any and all attempts to keep them buried, short of cremation or dismemberment.

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silkval · 5 months

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trans aether... with questions I, IV, VIII, X, and XII. please be gentle, i adore soft sex

♠】 find out what goes on behind the scenes with the darling of your choice!

send an ask with the name of your darling and the question numbers you would like answered, and you will get your request!☆

》 content desc/warnings

aether is hinted to be smaller than reader, nipple play (aether receiving), very very fluffy sex and so so many kisses, reader can be interpreted with any genitalia, aether cries the first time, use of the nickname ‘sweetheart’, reader is an absolute gentleman, aether is a pretty boy canon

★fujoshis, wlm and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★

Ⅰ 》 what act of affection do they perform the most?

aether just loves it when he gets to cling to your side- whether it is simply just letting his fingers entwine with yours as you two rested in bed, or snuggling into your side on a cold winters day- which would always be made better when you looped an arm around his narrow shoulders with a content hum. your presence just made him feel safe- completely and utterly at peace with your warm frame to sidle up to.

Ⅳ 》 what is the one kink they have they will never admit they have?

…well, the poor thing didn't exactly do a good job of hiding it- but, nipple play. my god, it was so, so obvious that it was just adorable when your deft fingers grazed over aethers flushed chest whilst tangled in your sheets, drawing out the prettiest, high whine from the smaller male beneath you that you just could not ignore- eliciting a quiet chuckle in adoration at the sight of his flustered face, yet only pressing a reassuring kiss against the tip of his nose as your hand smoothed over the soft plains of his chest, the pads of your fingers rubbing and pinching gently at the pinked skin- which soon became a common occurrence each time you two made love.

Ⅷ 》 what is aftercare with them like?

honestly, aftercare with aether is just the best. even if it was a quick round before bed, or when hours had passed by from how much you just got lost in each other- aftercare with aether would last days. it would start with just holding each other- sweaty bodies collapsed and panting, still entwined and breathless yet unable to muffle the quiet, lovestruck laugh reverberating from both of you as you met eyes, still hazy as you met with soft kisses just to calm down and eventually falling asleep, his smaller body splayed atop yours or curled snug into your side as your arms encircled his bare figure still draped in the slightly damp, silken sheets. with the following morning, you would aid him in getting up- greeting him with a quick peck to the forehead, fetching him a glass of water and something small to eat before making sure he was alright and already going to run a bath for both of you to clean up in. and oh, aether just adored how you handled aftercare- ever the gentleman, as the days that followed consisted in touches even more gentle than usual and the occasional “you alright, love?” just to make sure he was all happy and healthy- which he always was, with you.

Ⅹ 》 were they a virgin before they met you

surprisingly, yes. with such a pretty face and the absolute joy of a soul that he is, he certainly got a lot of attention- that's for sure, but he never… clicked with anyone- until you, of course. he always had this subtle urge, this hidden desire for the act of lovemaking- even thinking about how intimate it would be, how wonderful it would be to come together with absolute trust and enjoyment of each others bodies just makes him all heart-eyed and blushy- oh, and he absolutely let a few tears slip when you first had sex; he had never felt anything like it before, just pure, pure absolution with you- and he couldn't want anything more.

Ⅻ 》 what pet names do they enjoy hearing?

loves loves loves being called sweetheart- absolutely drives the poor boy mad with how flustered and smiley he gets. even if it's just a mere “c’mere, sweetheart,” as you're guiding him through a busy street with a hand on the small of his back, or a breathy utterance of praise against the shell of his ear as your bodies combined in utter bliss- you damn bet you'll see his pretty, pinked lips curve upward into his signature smile.

ahh thank you sm for this ask!!! this was an absolute pleasure to write as its my first writing of aether and my god. i get the hype💙

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lieslab · 5 days

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Mess is mine

Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: After missing for a couple of weeks, Seungmin comes back home to find you struggling with an anorexic relapse.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 1.7K

Trigger warning: Mentions of food, diets, weight loss and weight gain, starvation, counting calories, and body dysmorphia.

A/N: We're back on track with requests. Food and eating disorders are really mentally draining and ugh. They're really awful to deal with. I'm sorry to anyone who has to deal with them on the regular because they suck major ass. I always say it and I'll say it again, please be gentle with yourselves <3

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You can’t see some illnesses and that’s just how it is. A person can look entirely normal to your face. Everything appears perfectly fine, but a smile can always be fake. Hidden beneath the skull, mental illness can bury themselves into the warm crevices of your brain far, far, far away from sight.

Locked and drilled into you, how do you separate yourself from your mental illness? How do you keep it away from swallowing you and devouring you whole? How do you fight it before your mental illness claims your soul?

Food was something you always struggled with. How amusing it must be to some people. How could you have a battle with something that every person needed to nourish their body? How did that happen?

It wasn’t hard when you grew up in a world where models and actors and actresses were eye level in the store. The bold and accusatory titles had been ingrained in your head since you were younger.

Some actress caught swimming at the beach had gained a bit of a stomach. Check out the interview with the Victoria’s Secret model who swore off sugar and went on strict diets for the upcoming famous Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Check out how this latest up and coming actor dropped a massive amount of weight for his new role.

With everything at your fingertips, it wasn’t hard to find a parent’s worst nightmare. Tips on Tumblr for how to starve yourself. Reddit threads about how people lost weight and kept it off. Insane and unsustainable diets that were sure to cause you to crash and burn.

It wasn’t a surprise when you fell victim to an eating disorder. A silent struggle that you always thought about any time a bite of food came near you. How many calories was in this and that?

Did salt and pepper add more calories to your food? Maybe you should eat your salad plain and without dressing because calories count in every little thing. With your own brain against you, you were driving yourself mad until you thought you would burst and on and on it went and then…and then you met Seungmin.

It’s not another person’s job to fix you, but when Seungmin found out, he helped you the best that he could. He took you outside on walks every now and then, so the two of you could talk. On the days you admitted that you didn’t have breakfast or lunch, he made you nutritious snacks.

The beginning was the most difficult thing in the entire world. You remember the salted taste of the soup he made for you one day. The recipe was out of your hands and he didn’t tell you what it was. You silently freaked out in the bathroom because you didn’t know how many calories you consumed.

A hundred calories was basically five hundred and five hundred might as well be a thousand, plus a few hundred. It’s a sticky situation that’s hard to get out of.

However, you knew this inner battle couldn’t go on forever. You knew you had to try and fight and you were jealous. You were jealous of the people who ate what they desired and stayed around the same weight. You hated that you didn’t have the same mindset as them, so you tried.

You tried to keep the same mindset and you were brave. You ate the dessert after dinner, you ate the snack between lunch and dinner, and you ate breakfast. You didn’t realize you had gained weight until you finally stepped on the bathroom scale.

The next day, Seungmin left for Japan. It was only a few weeks that they’d be doing promotions. When the band came back to Korea, they’d be getting ready for another comeback. Seungmin wouldn’t have time for you and you were grateful because this was a mess and you needed to fix it.

Weeks later, you didn’t realize that Seungmin had let himself into your apartment. You came home from work utterly exhausted and defeated. You pushed the door open to your bedroom and stumbled inside.

Seungmin was in the kitchen and he had helped himself to the items in your kitchen. He was preparing the two of you a snack when the front door opened. He dusted off his hands and began to head towards your room.

Too distracted by your own thoughts, you didn’t hear his footsteps as he approached your bedroom. You bent down to tug off your work shirt and ripped it over your head. Your work pants soon followed and during that time, Seungmin’s heart dropped.

Through the setting sunlight, he could make out the ridges in your spine. He was able to count your ribs again. You grabbed an oversized shirt and shimmied into it. The cotton baby blue hung down to your mid-thighs.

You didn’t bother with a pair of pants as you dropped back onto the bed. Still unaware of Seungmin’s presence, you pulled out your phone and shot him a text. He was supposed to be home today, but you didn’t know when and asked for clarification.

When a notification bell came from the hall, you jerked up in shock. Your eyes were wide as Seungmin stood in the hallway. You hated that the first thing you noticed was the disappointment in his eyes.

Body dysmorphia was a very scary and real thing. You were starving yourself. The skin was stretched tight over your bones. Carved out cheekbones and a perfectly sharpened jaw completed your face. You struggled to force your eyes to meet him.

“Seungmin, I-”

“Why?” He got out softly as he approached you. His hands gently reached out and he grabbed your hips. The padded flesh had melted away. The comforting feeling was left jagged and unnatural. “When was the last time you ate?”

“I can explain, I-”

“You relapsed. You relapsed and you didn’t tell me. Why didn’t you tell me?”

The tears filled your eyes before you could stop them. Your voice fell out shrill. “I-I’m sorry, but you were busy and I-”

He pulled you into his arms and wrapped them around you. “You’re not and you’d never be a bother to me. I don’t care if I’m up in the air and halfway around the world or a few countries over. I’m your boyfriend and I don’t want you to suffer alone. I know this is hard and scary, but please don’t shut me out.”

“I-I-” Your voice cracked as it wavered. “I didn’t mean to. I gained weight and it wasn’t that much, I know, but it felt like I suddenly gained a thousand pounds. I just wanted to lose a few more and I-”

Seungmin’s sudden warm squeeze cut you off. You shut your eyes and put your head on his shoulder. In the very beginning of your relationship, you had struggled with things like this before. It was never easy to be vulnerable with another person.

You were his entire world and he wasn’t going to let you suffer alone. He sucked in a deep breath and inhaled the familiar scent of your body. You were his home for months now and you always would be.

It was finally washing over you that this was a battle that was greater than you. Sometimes we can’t fight battles on our own and sometimes it’s better to ask for help rather than suffer in silence.

There’s a weariness and fear in being vulnerable, but there’s a warmth and a light in some people. Some people will do anything in the entire world to try to make you feel better. They’d set themselves on fire to keep you warm if they had to.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“I don’t know,” you finally admitted.

Seungmin pulled away and looped his hands through yours. “Come on,” he tugged you towards the kitchen. Your feet remain rooted to the ground and fear began to bubble in your stomach again.

“Please don’t worry. I made us a small snack and I promise you, you won’t gain weight from it. You need something in your system, so you don’t pass out. What if you passed out in the shower? Do you really want paramedics oogling over your moist and naked body?”

A smile began to tug at the corners of your lips. “You know that I hate that word a lot. It’s such a disgusting word and I-”

“Oogling or moist?”

“Both.”

“That’s just too bad. Come on, we have a lot to catch up on. Just wait until I tell you what the guys and I did. Come on, go faster! I got on pinterest while away and found the cutest little snack inspirations and I made them!”

You smiled softly as you let him lead you to the kitchen. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t too often that Seungmin could be so soft. It made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Ta-dah! Do you like them? I think they’re very cute. I’d say that you can pick yours, but this one is mine. I made it and it reminds me of Lee Know.”

Your heart melted as you found a piece of toast on a plate. Seungmin gently pushed the porcelain plate towards you. It was so cute, you thought you might cry.

A thin layer of peanut butter had been spread over the toast. The scent of bananas still lingered in the air. He had applied a small slice of banana to each top corner. Another banana slice sat perched in the middle of the toast. Two raisins placed above them created eyes and another raisin on the middle banana slice created a tiny button nose.

“It looks like a bear, right? I thought it was cute. Sometimes you like to sleep a lot and it reminded me of hibernation and bears. This one is mine,” he pointed to his own slice of toast, “it’s a cat.”

Two blueberries sat in the middle of the peanut butter toast for eyes. A single strawberry had been cut up. Two triangular speckled slices sat on each corner to create ears. Tiny snips of strawberry were placed along another smaller slice of strawberry for whiskers.

“You know what dogs do to cats?”

Before you could respond, he grinned and took a huge bite out of the toast.

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theresattrpgforthat · 3 months

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Got anything that lets you play as monsters (vampires/monsters/etc) in the modern world in the vein of VTM? Ideally something in the PBTA/FITD area of system, but open to others for sure (: Thanks as always for your recs!!

THEME: Urban Monsters

Friend, the difficulty with this post isn’t that I don’t have recommendations for it - it’s that I’m trying to find recommendations that I haven’t talked about ad nauseam to this point. So I hope you don’t mind a fairly extensive “Past Recommendations” at the bottom of this post, because most of the PbtA games I know of are going to be there. I have limited experience with Vampire: the Masquerade, but I’m a big fan of Changeling: the Lost and other World of Darkness games, so I’m going off of general knowledge rather than specifics.

Bubblegum Vampires / Bubblegum Wizards 2, by Gormengeist.

You're a vampire in an infinite urban cauldron of muck and rot, of psionics and wizards, of danger and shadows. Though you are surely terrible, great, horrifying, (etc.), half the day is an enemy to your people; so set forth through the night to make your coin, secure your dwellings, and vanquish your infinite enemies.

You're a wizard who chews bubblegum and collects trading cards. That is to say, cards with the trapped souls of items and enemies within, obviously. An insignificant wizard in an infinite city has lots to prove and you've got to get help somehow. Break heads, steal money, drive stupid, chew gum, trap souls. Simple as.

Neon-Bright art and d6-based rolls, that’s what’s common across both of these games. This is the same world, but you’re living in two different spheres of it, depending on which game you play. As wizards, you collect spell cards that hold the souls of creatures you’ve vanquished, and use them to get yourself out of sticky situations. As vampires, you accrue vampiric powers through blood sacrifice, and your opponents are usually folks with especially tantalizing veins. Both games have various factions that have different goals than you, so if what you like about Vampire: the Masquerade is the amount of different ideologies that have the ability to fuck you up, you might like this game. Thematically, it looks a little more upbeat and pulpy than your typical V:tM game, but if you like one, you have another game in the same system ready to go.

The Hidden, by Dragons Are Real.

As children our parents read us fairy tales, ghost stories and recounted local myths. We’ve always assumed these stories are told to entertain or scare….what if these aren't just stories….everything you have been told is true.

The creatures from fairy tales, mythology and folklore all exist. Have you ever thought you saw something strange out of the corner of your eye but when you look again all looks normal. These creatures live in plain sight, unseen by the majority of people, only those who know they exist see them in their true form. Every culture has a name for these creatures but we know them simply as The Hidden.

The Hidden is a modern urban fantasy game powered by the Breathless RPG. It is inspired by such media as Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Constantine and The Dresden Files.

Another pulpy sort of game, the Breathless system that powers The Hidden is great for replicating diminishing resources, putting your characters in more and more difficult situations every time they pause to take a breath. This makes this game great for horror-style stories, and World of Darkness games firmly find a home in the horror genre. If you want something that’s fast-paced and can cover a lot of ground in a short session, The Hidden might be for you.

Tween Wolf, by Ibi Deficit Orbis.

Tween Wolf is a micro-RPG about middle schoolers experiencing both the fantasy of being exceptional, and the fear of being humiliated. As these kids come to terms with their awkwardly developing human bodies, they will also be faced with lycanthropy. And in the process they will experience supernatural heroism and intense shame—and learn to manage both.

It is designed to be played with a bent towards exploring the unforgiving social cruelty of middle school, self-image, and dysphoria. It requires one Game Master, 1 to 4 additional players, a few hours, one six sided die for each player, and two additional six sided dice for the table to share.

This is a very short game, with very few rules and a big focus on trying to keep your wild side under wraps. If what you like about WoD games is the struggle between the monstrous and the human, this might be the game for you. There’s not nearly as many big moral quandaries as there are in typical WoD games - you’re middle schoolers, not eons-old bloodsuckers - but to a middle-schooler, your problems are massive. I feel like the movie Seeing Red might be a good touchstone for this game.

Glamour of Our Youth, by Yuri Runnel.

Glamour of Our Youth is a roleplaying game based on the Forged in the Dark system. Drawing inspiration from media like Riverdale, Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Chilling Adventures of Sabrina among others, it works to tell stories of supernatural teenage adventures.

Building on the FitD framework, Glamour serves to tell exciting stories with high stakes, putting the youths through their paces as they try to make their way through a strange and hostile world, struggling with conflicts both internal and external, arcane and mundane.

This game doesn’t cast your characters as specific supernatural beings, but the character options certainly make it possible. You cobble your character together from two different halves: Archetypes and Arcana. Your Archetype hails from classic high school cliques, such as Rebel, Outcast, Socialite and Athlete, while your Arcana details your supernatural ability, including Shapeshifter (which might translate to werewolf), Oceancaller (which you could turn into a selkie) or Shadow (which feels rather ghost-like to me). There’s also plenty of ways to play a teenage mage.

This game is in playtest, but it’s considerably far a long, with recent updates that indicate that the crew is hard at work refining the final product.

Protect the Child, by MintRabbit (that’s me!)

Humans have always been protective of their young, sometimes overly so. Humans have also always feared that which might make their young strange or different, and so insist that only humans can raise their own young. Monsters cannot raise human young. This is known. You have a human baby. You cannot find its parents. What is even worse, is that this child has powers, powers that others covet, and so everyone wants it. If you want to prove that you’re not the heartless monster that everyone says you are, that means you’ll have to raise it, at least until you find someone who is better suited to it than you. You are creatures of fur, scales and fangs. You have claws that can rend flesh, faces that can crack mirrors, howls that can cause ears to bleed. And your charge wants a blankie.

Protect the Child is a Forged in the Dark game about monsters caring for a young human, a human who contains strange and mystical powers that make them a valuable asset in any monster crew. The setting and factions present in this game are flexible: you might be aliens in a far-flung future galaxy, fantasy monsters from rival kingdoms, or even everyday wild animals that fear human society.

So I’ve only just started play testing this game, which means that it’s very much in barely-playable mode. This game is also setting-agnostic, meaning that you can decide exactly when and where your game takes place - including as modern-day monsters trying to take care of a human baby with magical powers. The game is very specific in the themes of the story you’ll be telling - that is, themes about monstrosity, parenthood and responsibility, but if you all want to play different kinds of vampires, you can absolutely do that!

BloodLite, by ruan8000.

BloodLite is a role-playing game (RPG) designed to be played solo, but can be played in a group. In this game, you will create a Vampire following the rules and you will also create the world that this vampire interacts with, as well as the conflicts and obstacles that he will face. The world in BloodLite is like ours, but a little darker and more dangerous, full of supernatural creatures.

This game has no ties to PbtA or FitD, but it cites Vampire: the Masquerade as a direct inspiration, and you can see it in the Bloodline options available at character creation. You have a supernatural gift that give you advantages and also trigger your Hunger, which is your character’s thirst for blood. The goals of the game are represented through an Oath track, which fills when you fight enemies, overcome obstacles, and solve problems. This a fairly stripped-down game, but if you’re familiar with V:tM, then you probably won’t have a problem filling the world with factions, back-alley deals, and political wars.

Hearts of Yokai, by Lowell Francis.

So, this game isn’t out yet. But I can’t stop myself from talking about it a little bit. It’s the product of a Changeling:The Lost PbtA hack that Lowell has been working on for a very long time. I’ve been a bit fan of Changeling: the Lost and I also love PbtA games so I’m really excited to see more of this.

The link in the title leads to the current google spreadsheets that detail the current content of the game and the associated playbooks. The link for Lowell is to a blog post he wrote about the game, talking about the history, the changes he’s made, and the ideas behind what the current iteration is. What really intrigues me is how it incorporates "the actions of the Gentry through the lens of colonialism.” I’m really eager to follow the progress of this game.

Games I’ve Recommended in the Past

Urban Shadows 1e, by Magpie Games.

Bite Marks, by Black Armada Games.

Monsterhearts 2e, by Buried Without Ceremony.

Strays, by kumada1.

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fists-on-up · 3 months

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My Thoughts on the Loie Fuller + Taylor Swift Connection (Part 1)

INTRO

I tend to keep most of my posts on Twitter or TikTok somewhat neutral and objective because neither are good platforms for nuanced conversations. I cannot fully explain why I have a certain opinion on either platform and it is extremely frustrating for me to try, so I just avoid it.

I also don't like the potential for the general public to happen upon a gaylor-centric post of mine if that post is more nebulous vs fact and evidence based. They simply will not have the foundational knowledge to be able to digest it, and nothing good can come from that.

I've been mulling over the topic of this post for months, but I don't think I can do it justice on any other platform, and I certainly can't discuss it without mentioning Karlie, who people have lost their goddamn minds about, so here we are.

THE EXCERPT

In a 2019 Vogue interview - in fact, the infamous "community I'm not a part of" interview - there was a brief discussion of Taylor's dedication of the song Dress to Loie Fuller during the Reputation Tour. It stuck with me for a few reasons:

The author considers Loie to be "the most illuminating clue for reading both Lover & Reputation".

The author glosses over Fuller's interest in artists owning their work, focusing instead on the center of what her work actually meant.

The author's mention of the Cocteau & Mallarme quotes.

Specific mention of the Serpentine Dance & Butterfly Dance.

I also believe Loie is a fundamental part of understanding Reputation & Lover, but moreover I think she's fundamental to understanding Taylor's approach and perspective regarding her own public image during this time.

Mentioning that Loie created "the phantom of an era" is an interesting choice. It struck me because of Taylor's suggestion that she could be a phantom - something that exists in appearance only - in ...Ready For It?, along with the choice to include a fallen chandelier in the music video for Look What You Made Me Do. The chandelier crash is an iconic moment in Phantom of the Opera and symbolizes a vow of revenge. A vendetta, if you will (and I will).

A DIZZINESS OF SOUL MADE VISIBLE BY AN ARTIFICE

But the thing that's brought me back to this excerpt again and again is the Mallarme quote describing Loie's performances as "a dizziness of soul made visible by an artifice".

Sometimes I will read, write, or think a phrase or sentence that just... sticks. It burrows down into my brain and roots itself there. Sometimes it's a line that's just perfectly crafted and I need to admire it over & over. Sometimes it makes me think. It's usually both. As a writer, these are the lines I live and breathe for. They're the lines I'm trying to build and when I hit them, there's no other feeling like it.

This line stuck with me, and I think it's possible that it stuck with Taylor too.

A dizziness of soul made visible by an artifice.

A truth displayed for all to see, hidden by falsehoods, but only visible because of those falsehoods.

Loie Fuller was on stage, but her genius was in her use of movement, fabric, and lighting to ensure the audience could only see glimpses of her. Her dances gave the illusion that she was not a woman, but a snake. A butterfly. Not an out lesbian, a desexualized human being hidden at the center. There, but not there. Visible, but only as something else. Hidden in plain sight.

DRESS

How fitting, then, that Taylor chose to dedicate Dress to Loie Fuller each night? A song that embodies the description of "a dizziness of soul made visible by an artifice". The song itself is an artifice. A love song that is very obviously about Karlie, but that the general public 100% contends is about Joe. She could write a song about her best friend during a time at which the entire world knew who her best friend was, then sing that song to that best friend live, and only a few would even hear her. All you need is some fabric, some lighting, a red herring about a buzzcut, and you're invisible. We see the soul, they see the artifice. We see the woman, they see the serpent.

Dress even tells the story of embodying this line in real life, does it not? It's the story of pretending to be one thing in public so that the public does not realize you're another. The story of an electrifying, maddening, all-encompassing love that's out there in front of the entire world, masquerading as something else. Hidden as "best friends". Holding hands, being one another's date to events, being so obviously in love in public, on video, in pictures, and yet ignored because the public believes the artifice. And that artifice is the only reason they were able to love one another in public at all. It was a beautiful love made visible by, ironically, the complete, unquestioning dedication to heteronormativity most of the public cleaves to. Made visible by the inherent invisibility of sapphic love. We saw a great love, they saw "best friends". We saw the soul, they saw the artifice.

We see the queer genius at the center, they see the paper-thin public image they want to believe. And they hate us for daring to say she's a woman, not a snake.

#gaylor #gaylor swift #lgbetty #taylor swift

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sharkjana · 1 year

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Hi ♡ my name is rin :) I just found your blog and was wondering if I could ask you to write a silly little thing for the angst prompt: "There's... there's so much blood..." for nanamin and a female reader pls (#>_<#) And english is also not my first or even second language so I feel you so much ×.× your english is very clean though ♡ thank you so much if you're doing this but no pressure^^ you don't have to write this ♡ thanks again and gave a great day (^.^)/

🖤"There's... there's so much blood..."🖤

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting Angst. T.T I live for it, really. The angstier the better! I hope you like what I'm going to do with this Prompt! And thank you once more for saying that my English is quite clean. I try my best and absolutely love the language. I also see we have the same tastes in men ;D But without any further ado, let's begin, hehe...

Warnings: Blood, gore and pure angst! Is there going to be a happy ending? Who knows! >:D

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, Ken! I'll be home before you know it!"

You didn't. In fact, this little mission took a lot longer than anyone had ever anticipated. It was supposed to take you a week at most, maybe two. You were now nearing the end of the third week. And there was no end in sight...

Rushed footsteps echoed through the darkness of Tsushima's thick and tall forest. A small island city hidden away in the middle of the sea between the borders of South Korea and Japan.

The moon stood as high as ever. Full and ripe and dunking everything in its tranquil approach. Casting eery and long shadows of different shapes and sizes onto the dirty soil below, as though thin and long, scarred arms were trying to burry you into their suffocating hold. Forever hanging on to a poor soul that had wandered off a little bit too far from the right path.

But you weren't just any poor soul. No. You were (Y/N) (L/N), a damn good second grade sorcerer who was on a mission to find some rumoured, cursed tool that might relate to Sukuna, the King of Curses, in some way. In any way, really.

But it wasn't the fact that no one really knew anything about this supposed cursed tool, what it did or where it was, that grinded at your nerves. No. It was the fact that, apparently, it seemed to be more than just important to Sukuna, seeing that it wasn't just hidden from plain sight. It was also sealed, protected and guarded by five fucked up cursed spirits.

(The type that were far too dangerous to take on alone.)

And you were running away from them because that was the only thing left to do.

(Anything else wasn't an option for you anymore.)

You tried to engage in a fight, to exorcise them one by one. Or all at once. It didn't work. They were far to strong and seemed far too smart for just some mere cursed spirits.

(Your first mistake. Underestimation.)

You didn't even know what that cursed tool looked like because of those fuckers hindering you from catching even the slightest of glimpses.

(You could have called for back-up. But you lost your phone somewhere along the way. Your second mistake.)

And so, you chose to retreat. Re-collect yourself and your thoughts, find a way to contact headquarters, waiting for further orders or ask for back-up. Hide and plan your next steps to hopefully come out of this alive and in one piece.

That was days ago.

You were still running. As were they. You might think that being inside such a big and vast forest, there must be at least one place where you could hide away.

(There wasn't. The trees never stopped. The darkness never receded.)

You didn't even know how you survived until now. Your mind was scrambled into nothing more but bits and pieces. Your clothes tattered and ripped by the massive orbs of scarlet cursed energy they were throwing your way. Burning everything down in their treacherous paths of destruction.

Were you even alive anymore? Were you dreaming? Was this even real? You didn't know. Your eyes were bloodshot. Your lungs were aching, and your limbs felt just as numb as they did hot.

(When was the last time you saw any light? The sun never shone once after you entered this forsaken forest.)

(Another mistake.)

The only thing that was running through your mind was how to get the hell away from them. Those things. Those nightmarish creatures that were trying to catch you into their venomous grasps. Their manic screeches reaching the deepest parts of yourself. Your bones rattled with the sound of their laughter all the way down to your very core.

What were you? Why were you here in the first place? What happened? Why is everything so dark?!

(It was as if you were running around in circles. Never ending. Lost and never to be found.)

But wasn't someone waiting for you to come back? Wasn't there at least someone looking for you? Were you really all alone? Wasn't there-

"Promise me you will come back to me, (Y/N)."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, Ken! I'll be home before you know it!"

It was those words, the memory of them leaving your lips, an exchange of worry and love for one another that made you falter in your steps.

(Your fourth and last mistake.)

You tripped. The wet and soggy ground below drenched you in its dirty juices as you lay there. Everything seemed to have caught up to you at once. Breathing became difficult. Your vision turned hazy. Your limbs, numb. Your body, rigid and frozen in time.

And as your glassy gaze met the sparkles high above, you stared. Because it was the only thing you were able to do. You couldn't move.

(But did you even want to?)

All sound around you grew fuzzy. Blurred.

Until there was nothing but silence.

(Is it done now?)

Finally, even your eyelids grew heavy.

And all at once, there they were again. Their screeches. Their laughter. Their bloodthirsty wails of pure malice. Nearer. Far nearer than they ever were.

(Please...)

And finally, they fell upon you with nothing but vicious hunger that seeped through the cracks of their decaying skin.

(T- Tasukete...)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LiNe BrEaK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three and a half weeks. Twenty-four and a half days went by where Gojo had tried to find you, and he finally did.

(He cursed the higher-ups the moment his brilliant, all-seeing eyes landed on you.)

(And for once, he wished he didn’t see.)

Thirty-five-thousand and two-hundred-eighty minutes where Nanami did nothing but worry. He didn't sleep. He couldn't eat. The only thing that he cared about was finding you. You were already gone for much longer than he had anticipated. Than anyone, really.

Did something happen? Were you kidnapped? Were you hurt? Why didn't you call for back up? For him? Did you fight? Did you make it? Where were you? Why weren't you home yet?!

You promised, (Y/N)! You fucking promised!

(He stood frozen in place as Gojo tried to talk to him, stopping him from taking any further steps towards your body. But Nanami didn't listen. He couldn't. The voice of his long-time friend nothing more but some background noise.)

The first thing that he took notice of was the soggy ground below him as he arrived by Gojo's side. Why was it wet? It didn't rain. The second thing he noticed was Gojo's rigid and pale face. Confused, Nanami let his eyes roam over the dark clearing, trying to make out anything that might have looked like you.

"I though you said you foun-"

It was when the wind picked up, softly, and the clouds above that concealed the night-sky made room for the rays of the moon to shine down upon them. It was when the stench of pure iron, burned flesh and scorched hair that creeped up his nose and overwhelmed his senses. It was when his eyes moved from bush to bush, from tree to tree and from branch to branch. It was when pieces of dark fabric glistened with the moon, hanging in shredded nothings beside what looked like to be-

"Kento-" tried Gojo.

It was when the moon had finally cleared Nanami from his confusion that it dawned on him.

"There's- there's so much blood..."

And you. A lot of you. Pieces of you. Broken. Burned. Ripped apart. Gaping holes that showed the unpleasant insides of your body.

It was when the blood of the one he held dear to him the most seeped into his clothes, the moment he fell to his knees, that Nanami knew.

You weren't coming home.

Not this time.

Not ever.

#jjk angst #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #angst prompt #jujutsu kaisen angst #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami angst #nanami kento x reader #nanamin #jjk fanfic #anime angst #anime angst x reader

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ankhmeanswombman · 3 months

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Reproduction and Character Masking: An Endless Chain of Sorrow

I’m a lover of authenticity and sovereignty, and in my experience most people are not. I have mentioned before how most individuals are automated organic androids, except they are becoming more and more inorganic, genetically-modified. There may be some silver linings to humanity’s increasing convergence with technology though. They need to build up what they have lost and redevelop intelligence and peace which they have thrown down the gutter after aeons of self abuse. Maybe the Prometheus Project isn’t such a bad idea. If the average person lacks both EQ and IQ, is addicted to conflict, and is a remedial junkie so as to ignore the piling karma, maybe it is best for the elites to retrain this person into the image of a more advanced being. Prometheus after all was the light bearer, guiding the beast out of the darkness of ignorance and into divine wisdom of good and evil, the discernment of which is lost to many in these trying times. The average persons lack of understanding of free will and karma has decayed their minds exponentially, because they cannot visualize the bigger picture, recognise pattern, or understand that there are consequences for every thought and action. They live as though they are completely detached from both body and spirit, such is the result of glorifying patriarch-consciousness and phallic philosophy. The lack of respect shown to the body is magnified every day through the collective consciousness, and if the vessel, a manifestation of spirit in 3D, is damaged, spirit itself may vacate the dense formation known as body to the point where spirit no longer rules it, but rather a set of primal, devolved automated instructions designed simply to perpetuate the Godless vessel sans conscious spirit. The evolved being must understand that the devolved being has been spiritually absent for a long time, which is why character-masking is rampant, they do not even know who they are which is why they adopt a new identity every year or simply stare at a screen to figure out who to copy-paste into next. The more old school approach would be simply termed keeping up appearances, and as we know, what appears to be a certain way, is not always true in reality, as maskers improve their techniques with each passing epoch so as to survive, fearing the natural death that awaits the ego. Ego is not meant to survive for long but it is a smart parasite which ensures that the soul stays dead so as to keep itself going. Reproduction as it exists today is simply a mechanism for competing with God, which is why ego is so fervently obsessed with it. Ego is at constant war with spirit, so copulation must always try to thwart parthenogenesis or anything higher up the Great chain of Being than itself. Because most people have banished their own souls to the underworld while welcoming hell-demons to possess their vessel, they naturally do not care about why higher concepts are hidden from public view, the real truth is that everything is hidden in plain sight, which ultimately means there is no hiding to begin with and all things are visible to those who actually wish to see… and if you don’t, well good luck decaying and rotting in a hell of ignorance, lest you be reborn through the fire. Those who are obsessed with masking/keeping up appearances are also obsessed with physical reproduction via coitus through the Hermetic principle of gender, and usually their reasons for engaging with both are the same; continuity of an automated reality, why you may ask, who knows, not even them, as there is no end goal. Just keep going. They view both the self and the other as a machine to extract token niceties or bodies to keep the beast-system going. The world is predator-prey because the vast majority is soulless, thus ruled by duality. Creativity for the average person begins and ends at physical reproduction which is why they emphasise it, and because they have no creativity derived from mentalism, they reproduce ideas derived from others and recirculate these ideas and mannerism in a continuous cycle under the guise of politeness.

#reproduction #masking #social cues #automated reality #3D #holographic matrix #higher senses #higher self vs lower self #spirituality #hermetic duality #ascension #social analysis

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mellowswriting · 1 year

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Can we see soft Ghost? nothing specific, I trust your judgment!!!😉

let me take care of you

pairing || Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!Reader

word count || 1.8k

summary || Simon can’t bring himself to leave your side after a mission gone sideways.

content || fluff, hurt/comfort, Simon is so in love it HURTS, injured!Reader (but it isn’t too serious), vague descriptions of injury

a/n || I loved writing this so much 😤 thank you for the request!!!

Simon “Ghost” Riley Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Simon’s brain screams at him to turn back with every single step he takes. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this. A thousand reasons run through his mind - it’s late, you should be resting, he hasn’t even debriefed yet. All of that is drowned out by one thought that plays on repeat. He needs to see you. Now.

The medical bay is practically deserted and Simon is grateful. He isn’t supposed to be here at this hour and doesn’t have the energy to argue or strongarm his way into your room. The harsh echo of his boots against the linoleum sounds impossibly loud but he can’t bother to walk with caution. It’s been four days since he loaded you up on that evac chopper with a tourniquet cinched on your thigh. The time for poise has long since passed. He won’t be able to breathe freely until he can see you with his own eyes, alive and well and giving him that smile that makes him melt. If only he could fucking find you.

A nurse rounds the corner and Simon tenses as her eyes fall on him. He expects annoyance, maybe an admonishment - but she just smiles knowingly.

“She’s in bed six.” She nods toward a curtain-covered corner hidden away in the far back of the room. “She wanted the most isolated space for when you all got back. That one’s hard to argue with, you know that?”

“Better than most,” Simon murmurs. “Thank you.”

The sight of you makes his chest tighten. You’re awake, much to his dismay, but you look surprisingly well-rested for someone covered in injuries - some of which he didn’t even know you had. The bruises along your side and stitches in your upper arm throw him off. It kills him how good you are at shaking off the pain. You can hide the blood and damage better than most and he hates it. All of it looks like hell but despite it all, you still smile at him like he hung the moon and stars in your sky.

“Don’t even give me that look. I’m fine.” You reassure him. The shock must have been obvious on his face.

“You got shot, Sargeant. There is nothing fine about that.” Simon sighs as he tugs the curtain closed. Just having you in his sight has him aching to touch you but he’s terrified that he could hurt you even more. Guilt already eats away at him for not keeping you safe to begin with.

“C’mon, don’t ‘Sargeant’ me.” You give him that pout that never fails to weaken his resolve. Fuck, you know him too well. He’s wrapped around your pretty little finger and he wouldn’t have it any other way. You toss your hands up in faux exasperation and drag yourself into a cross-legged position. “Do I have to get out of this bed and show you just how fine I am? Or can I give you the welcome back kiss I had planned?”

“Don’t be dramatic.” As much as he grouses, Simon still comes right to you nonetheless.

He had the foresight to clean himself up before coming to you. All the dirt and grime from the field wouldn’t be good for you, he reasoned. No need to put you at more risk. His hair is still damp beneath the plain black balaclava he opted for and the taste of his tooth past still lingers in his mouth. All in the hopes of this moment. The air stretches thin between you as you tug the mask up enough to expose his mouth. Your tongue flicks out to wet your lips and Simon doesn’t even bother to hold himself back. Need crashes through him in harsh waves that drag all reason into the undertow to be lost forever.

Moments like these are the closest he has ever felt to peace.

Your relieved sigh against his lips is a salve to his aching, weary soul. Simon can feel it in the way your fingers fan out against his cheek, in every brush of your tongue against his lower lip - you needed this just as much as he did. His hand settles firmly at the back of your neck, holding you so close to him that you can barely escape him to draw in a breath. The last line of tension eases at the feeling of your heartbeat pounding beneath his fingertips. You’re here. You’re okay. You haven’t left him.

Simon presses his forehead to yours and draws in a deep breath. Your thumb brushes his cheekbone in slow, soothing circles and he can’t help but lean into your touch. He swore to himself that he was only going to check on you for a few moments and leave you to rest, but he can’t quite bring himself to draw away from you.

“Can… Can I, uh… stay?” Simon dies a little on the inside from just how awkward he sounds, but it doesn’t even phase you.

You just smile and scoot over to make space for him, because you know. You feel it, too. Fitting a man of his stature on such a small cot is a tight squeeze, but that only makes it better. He prefers holding you this way, with his body pressed so close to yours that he can’t tell where you end and he begins. Simon can’t rest until his face is tucked away in the crook of your neck and his arm is slung over your belly. His fingertips explore the bare skin exposed to him by your sports bra and lounge shorts, drifting carefully around the bruises and cuts. So soft, so warm.

“I kept lookin’ for you, y’know.” Simon mumbles into your throat. “Didn’t feel right, not havin’ you on my six.”

“I missed you, too, Si’.” You whisper, your voice already growing sleepier now that he’s wrapped around you. His mouth goes dry at your response. It never fails to punch him in the chest, how well you can par down to the meaning he can’t quite voice yet. Your hand settles on the back of his head and Simon aches for the privacy of his own room, just to take off his mask and feel your fingers in his hair. “I know how much you hate the whole mandatory leave thing, but I’m glad I’ll have you here for the next month.”

Simon hums a sound of agreement. You are the only thing that makes it all bearable, without even trying. Just sitting in each other’s presence as you both do paperwork, arguing over whose place to sneak off to for the night, dragging each other around mats for some sparring practice. Nothing else matters as long as you’re in his sight. The closest he has ever been to domestic bliss is the moments he spent with you on leave. Those are the memories he holds most fondly. You, wearing nothing but one of his old shirts as you patter about his kitchen making coffee. Watching you drool against his chest as you finally get to sleep in for the first time in weeks. Half carrying you back to bed after one too many drinks with Johnny.

“They’re finally letting me out of here tomorrow morning.” You sigh a moment later. “I’ll get to stare at the ceiling of my own room for a few weeks, then desk duty for a few more. Yay.”

The sarcasm in your voice is palpable, but he can hear the undercurrent of loneliness that you try to hide from him. Not one of Task Force 141 likes being sidelined while everyone else takes on the dirty work, but you’ve always taken it harder than the others. You’ve dealt with people underestimating your abilities for your entire career and that old wound has never had the chance to heal. Being left out, even for good reason, feels like digging fingers into a bruise. Of course, you also worry after the team - your boys, as you call them. They tend to be a little too off-kilter without you there to balance everything out and you know it, too. Simon hates the idea of you stuck here alone, chewing your nails down to the quick as you conjure up worst cases and what-ifs.

An old urge rears its head, one that becomes harder to stifle as the intimacy you share flourishes. His resolve weakens with every moment spent with you. Whether you’re asleep in his arms or saving his ass in the middle of a firefight, it has never mattered. Wherever he is, he wants you there with him - no matter the circumstances. He doesn’t want to fight this anymore. It’s exhausting to constantly deny himself something he craves so deeply. The idea of relenting to his desires has been forgone for so long that anything beyond his basic needs feels selfish.

Simon leans back to look at you suddenly enough that you meet his eyes inquisitively. Your eyebrows quirk as you chuckle, “What?”

“Come stay with me. Not just until you get better. For good.” Simon’s voice is steely as he spits out the words that force him into the abyss of uncertainty. Vulnerability has never been his strong suit but the way you look at him, eyes glittering with affection and surprise, make it all so goddamn worth it. He forces his tone to soften. “Just… let me take care of you, yeah?”

You blink at him. Once. Twice. A soft, bright smile curls your lips, crinkles the corners of your eyes.

“Yeah,” You whisper. “I would love that.”

The relief that washes over him is nothing less than divine. Simon pulls the mask out of his way just enough to kiss you, a soft yet earnest brush of his lips against yours. All he wants is to pull you beneath him and engrave his love into your skin with every touch. You pull him closer with a honeyed sigh, your sweetness spreading across his tongue and down into his very core. Simon loses himself in your touch, in the peace your presence brings him. His fingertips dig into your jaw to hold you still as he takes in the sight of you. Your lips all spit slick and a little puffy from his attention, your eyes half-lidded but so bright and happy.

You smile up at him as you tug his mask back into place and shove his head back onto your shoulder. “No more dropping big things on me in my sickbed, Lieutenant. We both need sleep.”

Simon may be the superior officer in the room but he follows your orders like a good soldier. You’re right, as always. He’s fucking exhausted. Sleep hasn’t been easy to find in the last few days with all of the uncertainty but now that he’s back in your arms, it comes with ease. He takes in the warmth of your body as he settles in, his fabric-covered nose brushing along your throat.

He falls asleep to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat fluttering beneath his fingertips.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley fanfic

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hyuckkaiji · 7 days

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winds whisper naught but the truth // nct dream x f!reader

chapter two; when strangers meet

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summary; the thing about myths, those stories passed from generation to generation with hushed whispers over a fire, is that they stem from truth. even distorted over time it still holds some of the sincerity at it's core. people that have otherworldly abilities walk the same earth as you, hidden in plain sight, ruling society without everyone knowing. but stories are just stories ... until they're not, until they're seven boys who you are suddenly entertwined with, flesh and soul.

word count; 1.6k

warnings; swearing, the mc is a yapper

note; I normally perfer longer chapters but idk these have been short, I felt like they ended at the right parts tho

It was the sound of snapping branches that woke you. You couldn’t remember falling asleep as you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes. You looked around, stifling a yawn, your eyes searching for one of your parents assuming they had come out to wake you and make you go to bed safely in the house.

How shocked you were to lock eyes not with your mother or father but instead with the boy from your dreams. You blinked a few times at him, as he froze in place, eyes wide like a dear caught in headlights. You must still be dreaming, a new one.

You stood, slowly making your way over to him, slightly off put by how real this dream felt. The ones that felt like reality were always the worst of them. You stood only a few steps away from him, almost close enough to reach out and touch him. The silence fell heavy around you as you waited for the dream to play out, slightly curious of what it was to show you of him this time. But for several long moments nothing happened, he merely stared at you.

That’s what made it click, you weren’t dreaming, he never looked directly at you in your dreams, no one did, you were always just a spectator. You looked around you, the trees and grass just as vivid as him, the sound of cricket song in the distance as clear as the subtle sound of his breathing. “What the fuck…” You hadn’t meant to say the words outloud, certainly not if you had known how it would startle him, making him take a step back.

“You-“ you stammered a bit, at a loss for words before settling on a simple, “Who are you?” The boy looked taken aback once more, as of he hadn’t expected you to speak to him again. He shook his head as if trying to clear away his thoughts, but he still didn’t respond. You wanted to say ‘I know you.’ It was on the tip of your tongue, begging to be released into the air you shared with this strange boy, but he looked frightened enough already. So instead you asked, “Are you lost?”

You looked him up and down, he was wearing a navy blue matching pajama set and black socks with slide on sandals in place of real shoes, along with his slightly tousled hair, he looked as if he had just jumped out of bed to roam the woods. You might think he looked kind of cute in his matching pj set if you weren’t so worried about who he was and why he was near your house in the middle of the night.

“I … I was just walking.” His voice was quiet, uncertain.

“In the woods? In the middle of the night? Alone.”

He nodded in response, prompting you to laugh at the absurdity of it. Only you, only you would dream of someone for, going on weeks, and then run into them like this. You ran an agitated hand through your hair, looking away to take a deep breathe before addressing him again. “That’s bullshit.”

His nose twitched, a small almost imperceptible reaction to your words, but other than that he remained standing like a statue. “It's the truth. I swear.” He paused, looking you over, “I didn’t know this house was here. I was just walking.”

“Seriously man, don’t play. No one comes this far out into the woods for no reason.

This is the only house for miles and you’re in your pajamas.” You motioned at him with a rough hand, “Seriously no one just walks from that direction.” The more you talked, the more your irritation seeped into your voice. “Nothing's out there expect more woods and that …” Oh. Sometimes you should think before you speak, but most times your mouth works before your brain, “that school.” Your voice trailed off, you weren’t quite sure what to think anymore.

“Yea.” He looked embarrassed now, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck sheepishly, his first movement since this little stand off began.

“Fuck dude … you … you’re from … the school?”

“Yea.” His nerves were written clear as day across his expression, if you didn’t know any better, with the way he fought to avoid your gaze, you’d think he’d just been caught at the scene of his crime.

ᯓ𖹭

Jaemin didn’t know what to say or do, maybe run, run felt like a good option but he was keeping it as his last resort. He wasn’t a coward, he wasn’t going to let himself look like one by running away from some mundane girl, but it was still an option, in the worst case scenario.

He watched as you tried to process the information, letting out a small laugh of disbelief, looking around as if you were trying to find someone to witness what was happening, but it was only the two of you.

You backed up a few steps before plopping yourself down in the grass, you were splayed out in a relaxed, or he thought it was relaxed, manner. One arm behind you, propping you up, one leg straight out in front of you while the other was brought up for you to wrap your other arm around your knee. He'd never seen anyone sit like that.

He stared at you, unsure of what to do, maybe now was time to swallow his pride and run but you motioned to the space in front you, “Sit.” Blunt one word commands were, well just that, commands, he was used to commands. But you didn’t say it like a command, you said it like an offer, you watched him expectantly but not impatiently, it was strange. Every part of his interaction with you has been so strange.

Curiosity is a disease, he would let himself be infected only for one night. He would find the cure in the morning. They say your body gets better at fighting sickness after you have suffered from it, after your body has an understanding of what it is fighting, ultimately making it stronger. For one night, he’ll be sick.

He sat down across from you, legs crossed, back straight and hands folded in his lap, the proper way to sit, the way he had been taught.

“What’re you doing out here, man ?” Curiosity, seemingly everything is tying it’s way back into such a dammned emotion. He didn’t understand why you wanted to know.

“I was taking a walk.” You rolled your eyes at his response.

“I’ve never seen anyone from the school before.” You pushed yourself forward, mimicking his sitting position but with more lax, limbs loose. “Seriously, I don’t think anyone has. There’s this rumor in town that it’s not even a real school, it just a place for money laundering because no one’s ever seen students from there. Like, I don’t know, it would make sense if you guys came into town every so often. Like, on weekends or something.”

“Oh, or is your fancy school so magical, with everything you could ever desire that you don’t wanna come into town for your weekends. Ugh, rich people. I suppose if I were rich at some super fancy school I wouldn’t wanna spend my weekends in this boring ass town either. There's like … I don’t know, a whole three things to do in town … and one of them is the library. Which might be fun for some people, but I work there so really, I only have like two

“Well … no. There’s four if you count going out to eat, but even if you’re going out to eat you only have like four options. But you can’t count those as different things, going out to eat is still only one activity regardless of restaurant. But the lack of variety is painful. “

“Yea … you know … the more I say it, the more I understand why we don’t see you rich boarding school kids in town. It sucks here, I bet you have better food than we do.” You laughed, this one was sincere, a sound that was soft and delicate, and completely foreign to him. “Do you have better food? Oh. Oh my God. That still doesn’t explain why you’re out here roaming the woods in the middle of the night.”

“Are you bored? Like is being rich boring? You have everything at your disposal so you just start doing random shit for entertainment. Or were you like, sleep walking and you just woke up and boom,” you made a popping motion with your hands to exaggerate the word, “you’re in the middle of the woods?”

You were the oddest thing he had ever set eyes on, or heard. You spoke in a way he could only describe as animated, a new sight. He’d never met anyone that spoke the way you did, never met anyone that sounded so happy when they spoke either.

“I wanted to take a walk.” You let out an exasperated sigh, letting yourself flop back onto grass and running a hand over your face. After a moment you practically threw yourself forward again, onto your knees and leaning forward, supporting your weight on your arms. The motion made jaemin’s lips twitch downwards before quickly stoning his expression once more. What a strange, amusing little thing you are.

“Fine. Can I at least get the name of the strange boy wandering around my house at ungodly hours?” You find him strange? Of course you do, you mundane’s are so different. He wasn’t strange though, not at all, he’s the only normal one in this interaction.

“Jaemin.” Your lips quirked up into a small smile, offering him your name in return. A pretty name, in his opinion, it fit you. He’d never met anyone with your name, so maybe, your name described you, in all of your peculiar allure. His gaze settled on your lips as you spoke again, one hand reaching forward, “It’s nice to meet you, Jaemin.”

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Where The Dead Live

The House of Death greets lost souls with their awaited appeasement. The Shadows of the new Monarch are truly gone. Sand among outer space, corpses reek of sleep and the one thing that stands tall is the endless void of mountains the size of constellations in the universe. Crystal dark tides wrap on the Emperor’s claws and tail as the lightsource appears on the other side where the water never ends.

Dragons fall to sleep at the mountains, their bodies mixing in with the green mothers dressed in grasslands. The Titans chose to walk afoot through the caves and comfort themselves in the dripping darkness of each burrow. No longer can any feel pain as elves reside in the sand and the beasts keep away their fangs upon gazing at the slow movement of the insects that fly by.

It is an impossible world to experience, the other monarchs have said the same. They no longer rule even a single entity within the blessed ennui. They have evolved to sleep with no guilt or to search among the asphodels for their apologies when they meet those whom they have wronged.

If one no longer feels the memories of reality weighing them down like an avalanche of dysphoria then the slow numbs of the air and cycling strikes of the tides manipulate the soul to fall under the spell of endless sleep so as to let the last wave of death consume you elsewhere. Elsewhere no one is yet to have known what it could be for Demons reincarnate with no memories of their past and the Monarchs have never reached it as eons pass.

The last dragon to have fallen in the great war only contemplates the sight from afar as its wings spring up and elevate it to the highest plains. The meadows never stop. Movement disappears at some point. The meadows always roam. To the edges of the universe the Dragon flies. The light source keeps the same distance from before. Lamellae touch the grass. Scales flutter to the earth similar to autumn leaves dancing towards the water.

The dragon crumbles and its final ecdysis is undergone until a human shape is revealed under layers of crimson. Covered in the silver-red armor of his last demise. The Dragon Emperor walks on tended gardens with loosened steps. The Monster of the Abyss turns towards the sight near the wild fields where dark armor rests.

Shatter. Broken plates of purple and black ooze and dance like the wheat around it. Ears suddenly perk up at the sound of a lost lullaby sung under a tiny voice that no longer bears resemblance to the rough exterior that Death once wore.

There is nothing else to do except follow the hums of the ruined house not bigger than a tree. It almost bears pity to touch the door as it creaks upon the opening letting a fine light enter the room. For the first time darkness fills this spot of the world. It is not the darkness anyone is accustomed to though.

This darkness is not real. This darkness is the obscurity of light. Nothing here seems to be remotely real anymore as he looks over the shed and gazes upon brokenly messy pottery. Cups and vases done through trial and error. The once Majesty of the monstrous realms looks in its dark red eyes towards the scraggy table. One wave and it would be enough to fall apart with every single pottery that lays on top of it.

Just when a humanoid creature passes through the poorly created living room does the cracks of lumber show themselves like a hidden trap and make obtuse sounds throughout the house as a silly little alarm storms in their place.

Well, the monster did not really hide itself to begin with. One who lurks behind a room is a coward after all and most especially in a world where death and pain are truly meaningless. Powerless. Everyone is as powerless as the worlds they once destroyed.

Whatever the intentions may be nonetheless have caused the humming to cease. The only sounds are the running water and the set of steps that the Majesty goes through before nothing else but a simple scene of tranquility stops it from going forward.

That and the being in front stands over the threshold of the last entrance.

The tiny face contemplates the floor before slowly making their way up to look straight into the Dragon Emperor's eyes. Short black hair moves around in the sweet breeze and for a moment memories resurface stronger than tsunamis as it locks eyes with deep black eyes. THe eyes that hold a million shadows. The Army of the Dead.

[Ah.] A smile appears on the young man, tattered in cheap clothes more fit for a goblin or human than for a King like him.

[I… Well I'm not surprised to meet you again.]

The Emperor sneers at the comment.

[I'm just… ] The head moves to the scenery of the meadows before locking on to the Emperor once more with a calm smile. Those smiles sharing two emotionless eyes. [...Baffled? I don't know anymore. It has been a long time since I've laid eyes upon another soul.]

[You’ve only been dead for 27 years and have become delirious to this extent.]

[Oh. Just 27? Then I must have… Yes I must have…] The small one bobs its head up and down mimicking a drinking bird. [Wait. If you are here, are the others also–]

[Your brothers backed away in the war. No one else is here except the fallen denizens…] One of the lips quirks to the side. [... and you.]

[Oh. Well as long as he is fine.]

With nothing else to add the Emperor. Dragon. turns on its heel.

[You are going to leave now?]

[Yes.]

[Why?]

[There is no reason to be here.]

[...Suit yourself.]

And for a moment the footsteps change as their pace slows and time grows. The wood cracks again before nevermore. Only the water splashing here and there against shiny rocks with no real treasure in them. Apparent is the dim of the lightsource as another shade of darkness eclipses the world and leaves further up north.

[It was good to see you again.] An old human phrase that leaves his tongue. The emotions of that old dead heart from a humans’ flesh and blood has attached itself to Ashborn and begun to resurface some inkling manners after so many years in desolation.

Good to see Death again? Good to see one being that he was meant to kill some day? He feels a twitch of his smile turn up.

Yes. It felt good to see someone again.

#solo leveling #sl ashborn #sl antares #its just me and my thinking of ashborn and antares living in a farm #doing shit and remembering things #also yeah Ashborn is in the body of E rank jinwoo #literally the Monarch of shadows isnt dead #but Ashborn is #whereas S rank jinwoo isnt dead but E rank jinwoo is #so i though it would be cool if the memories of ashborn died with the soul of human jinwoo #and human jinwoos memories lived through the body of the shadow monarch #best way i could make sense of the whole 'we are one and the same ' thing #ashes #ashborn/antares #antares/ashborn

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 25

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 2,223

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT

The most stressful part of your week was supposed to be helping your cousin move today because that's what 'good family members do'. Aside from that, the forecast predicted easy sailing with wedding dress shopping with Pepper on Wednesday and binging your favorite TV show starting Thursday, but apparently, the universe decided to offer some friendly constructive criticism towards that plan.

When Pepper called you frantically explaining what had happened with Tony, you abandoned your plans with your cousin and raced to your future niece-in-law's side. You did your best to comfort her, although that was difficult considering your own anxieties over the matter. Nevertheless, you lied to keep the two of you sane, insisting that Tony's a trouble magnet yet clever and determined: he'll be back by dinner a little banged up, but sassy as ever. He has to because Stark's always bounce back somehow...You refuse to believe otherwise...

You returned home exhausted from moving boxes and feeling heavy emotions all day, however that's when this entire situation really got started. You about broke your hand punching Steve's face when he suddenly walked up on you in the hallway, scarring you half to death before you jumped into his arms crying your joy at seeing him again. You should've known then that he wasn't there at the Avengers compound for any good reasons, not after Berlin and Siberia...

Now you're here, slouched forward with your elbows on your knees and nails digging into your scalp as you wait anxiously on the Quinjet. Natasha, who's leaned back in her seat beside you, frowns empathetically as she counts each time your foot taps the ground. She explained everything to you already, yet none of it has made you feel any better. At least your stress isn't isolated, though.

The Quinjet's filled with an eerily silence, most keeping to themselves or in lone pairs like the two of you. It's suffocating to see everyone - Earth's mightiest heroes and protectors - so down and afraid. Sure, most of them had already been wary after Vision and Wanda were attacked in Scotland, but Banner showing up to warn them about this 'Thanos' guy didn't help. He's clearly been traumatized, so much so that even the Hulk is too fearful to appear, which means this is serious....reeeally serious...

"...You really don't have to come. We can turn around and drop your off somewhere safe with a plane ticket back -"

"- It's too late for that...This is a time-sensitive task. No one can afford to backtrack," you're quick to shake your head at Natasha's offer, sitting up straight with a heavy sigh, "Besides, what am I going to do at home? Pacing a hole into my carpet worrying about you guys? No, I'd rather help. If there's any way you think I can help, I'll do it."

Although your determination is respected, Natasha can't bring herself to smile - not when you aren't. Crossing her arms, she gives a sigh of her own, "Originally we weren't going to involve you. We didn't want to risk getting you in trouble or hurt, but your judgment might come in handy here. Your nephew's the one who made Vision. Who knows? Maybe you'll be able to figure out a solution for us."

"I'm offended, Nat. Using me for my assets? And here I was thinking you actually enjoy my presence," you nudge her arm with your elbow, your smirk obviously worn, however it's enough to make her own lips twitch.

"Well, that too. We've risked our lives together a few times before. It feels wrong facing danger without you anymore."

"I'm honored."

"How have you been holding up, (Y/n)?" Looking up at Steve as he approaches, you still can't get over how much he's changed without necessarily changing at all. The only big difference is his full beard, but it sure makes him look different compared to his normal baby face, "With Tony and everything? How's that been?"

You roll your eyes, "Maybe if you called him once in a while instead of acting like a pair of angsty teenagers going through your first break up -"

"- (Y/n), he's in space, isn't he?"

"Oh...Yeah, that..." You shuffle uncomfortably, wanting to curse him for reminding you, "Well, it's Tony...I'm just trying to trust that he'll be okay because really, I'm under too much stress right now to think otherwise."

Natasha and Steve share a concerned look, the former setting a hand on your shoulder with her best smile, "You know, on the bright side of all of this, at least you're getting to see Bucky again...Unless you're already taken by someone else, that is?"

She lifts your hand in front of her face, gazing over the diamond ring with her smile turning into a smirk. You beam proudly, "Nope, still loyal to my one true love. This is the ring he wanted to propose with - the one I told you about way back when."

"You were able to get it back?" Steve blinks in surprise, taking your hand gently to look it over himself.

"Yep! Turns out Howard and Tony had been holding onto it."

"Gotta say, Barnes has good taste," Natasha compliments.

"Doesn't he?" You play with the ring slightly, unable to wipe away your grin, however it does become a bit sad the more you study each diamond and stretch of silver, "...Say, what's our chances of dying anyways? 'can't say I'm looking forward to doing that again."

"Hopefully zero...but I can't make any promises," Steve answers honestly, "As the plan stands, you won't be involved in any battle yourself. I think your specialties are better suited helping the Wakandans figure out a solution for Vision instead."

Natasha leans against you playfully, trying to lighten the mood, "Although if you do decide to partake in the fun, I promise I won't let you die a virgin again."

You push her away, continuing to mess with your ring with a stubborn mumble, "I'll have you know I never died a virgin the first time."

"What?! With Barnes?!"

"Of course with James! ...We, uh...didn't wait for the wedding night, let's just put it that way and drop it."

"Nope! Too much information for me!" Steve puts his hands up, turning on heel to quickly escape the situation with a completely different - and more mortified - expression on his face in comparison to Natasha's mischievous grin.

"Oh my god! Where? When?! Ooo, was it good -?"

"- Nat, drop it!" You hiss while covering her mouth. Glancing around to ensure no one else had overheard the conversation, you sigh, "...Yes it was good..."

Closing your eyes, you lean back and echo out Natasha's laughter, your cheeks aflame. This is going to be a long flight...

You've seen some of Wakanda through the 'tours' Bucky would give you during your weekly video calls. You loved whenever he would introduce you to all his goat friends and their names or take you for 'walks' around the little village he's been staying at while pointing out landmarks, however being here in person makes you realize that those were all just sneak peeks of this magnificent country's true beauty.

You had thought the barrier surrounding Wakanda and keeping it hidden from outsiders was impressive, yet you feel like a child in a candy store now, trying to take in every detail of the massive buildings around you as well as the impressive aircrafts parked around the Quinjet. You know Bucky's friend and Wakanda's princess, Shuri, is clever because he's commented on it before, not to mention you've seen some of her tech in the background when he's done video calls in her lab, but surely one teenager didn't do all of this. Wakanda must be filled with geniuses which is a very exciting thought for yourself considering the idiots you've grown up around.

You're honestly hurt that no one seems to be sharing your enthusiasm. Yes, some of them have been here before, but how can they still not be amazed? If the outside is this grand, imagine what technology awaits inside or even right in front of you without your notice? That kind of buzz is nearly enough to sidetrack you from your reasons for coming here at all...nearly.

"How are we looking defense wise?" Steve goes right to business, following King T'Challa off the tarmac with the other Avengers in tow including yourself as you multitask between walking and admiring.

"You'll have my King's guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and..."

"One semi-stable, hundred year old man."

You're officially snapped out of your daze, more awestruck by Bucky than you ever could be anything science related (as much as you love your science). You weren't exactly sure when your paths would cross here, but the sooner the better, so you won't complain. How could you when he looks so good! His hair isn't in the typical bun he usually has it in, but it's clearly been washed recently and he's wearing a brand-new uniform as well, one you're guessing is for the 'occasion'.

Steve's the first to embrace his friend, although once he steps aside, Bucky's eyes seem to find yours immediately as if attached to some kind of magnet. He had been happy to see Steve yet lights up upon realizing that you're here, too. Within seconds he's stepping towards you, not having to go far since you're already rushing to him, filled with giddy laughter as you leap into his arms and let him spin you around with a laugh of his own.

Unlike his quick hug with Steve, Bucky holds onto you tightly, extending the moment for as long as he can because even though you guys just talked last week, he hasn't held you in two years; an unacceptable amount of time, if you ask him.

"...I've missed you..." He mumbles and you swear you can feel his smile against your shoulder; it's contagious.

You hold onto him tighter if that's possible, "I've missed you sooo much, James!"

"Okay, okay. Break it up, you two. The universe is in danger here and I don't know if this Thanos guy will find your puppy love as cute as we do," Natasha rolls her eyes, amused as you both break apart with tinted cheeks and bashful smiles, although a keen eye would notice you're still hand-in-hand.

"I didn't think you'd be here - why are you here?" Bucky whispers, the two of you following at the back of the group as it continues onward. He had been so taken back by seeing you that it didn't process in his mind right away that you have no need to be in Wakanda right now - not that your presence isn't a welcoming surprise, but this place could possibly turn into a war zone at any moment. Why the hell did Steve bring you here when you were perfectly safe in New York?

"I wanted to help," you reply simply with a shrug.

"It's dangerous -"

"- James, I'm an adult and smart enough to know what this situation entails. I'm also an honorary Avenger, therefore making it my job to protect the Earth and universe in whatever way I can," you stop walking temporarily to stand up on your tippy-toes and press a kiss to his cheek, "Plus, it was a good excuse to see you again."

"S-Still, you don't...- You don't even like fighting?" He blushes, forcing himself to keep walking in hopes that it will wear off his embarrassment.

"Well, luckily for you, I don't think I'm going to be fighting. The plan is for me to stick with Vision and get that pesky stone out of his head without it being fatal," you squeeze his hand, sending him your softest and most reassuring look, "...So don't worry, Bucky. I promise not to go chasing after you into danger this time, leaving more stupid for Steve and you to share."

"Thanks, darling," he replies sarcastically, swinging your arm slightly and running his gentle thumb over your fingers.

Although he doesn't say anything else on his own, you notice his steps get slower, almost stalling suddenly as he begins to fall out of line with you. Looking back, you also notice that his head is hung low, his eyebrows furrowed into an expression you can best describe as being...complex.

"...James?" It takes a moment for him to realize you said his name, merely giving a hum of acknowledgement once he does, "...It's not bothering you that much that I'm here, is it?"

Bucky hesitates before shaking his head and all those dazed thoughts inside it, "...N-No, I..."

You stop completely, not caring if you lose sight of the others. Instead, you take the time to face Bucky, silently holding both his hands in yours. He keeps his head down, thumb continuing to run along the soft skin on the back of your palm before lifting his gaze to meet yours with a bittersweet smile, "...I just never thought I'd get to see you again - in person, that is. I know we've kept in touch, but this is much better...even if I would've rather it be during better circumstances."

You return his smile, moving your hand to his cheek which you crest sweetly, "Let's hope we can stick together this time, after all, I like that little plan we drew up for our future house. I'd like to see it put into motion."

"...O-Of course."

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Honkai Star Rail Verse :

The Foxian Thief ( Wanted Dead or Alive )

Coming into existence aboard one of the six flagships owned by the Hexafleet of the Xianzhou Alliance . Yoko Kurama was a foxian demon that saw opportunity during the Alliance's numerous wars against the Abundance to further his own power . Stealing relics of power from both the Abundance's fallen , and from the Hunt's dead followers .

Accumulating power steadily with time .

Even going as far as sparking some of the conflicts between the two factions to create distractions that would either weaken , or lure enough the of the Clouds Knights away to ensure minimal security guarding the treasures he was after .

Eventually , his actions would deem him a genuine threat as it was rumored that through his dealings with the Abundance's artifacts ( some even going as far as to say that he'd been able to consult with Yaoshi directly , others with Aha the Elation ) that the white haired foxian had developed his own means of molting rebirth akin to the Vidyadhara .

With his numerous successes causing him to be more brazen with his burglaries in order to gain more notoriety , he'd nearly end up losing his life after being lured to a trap aboard the Xianzhou Luofu . Unable to flee the flagship , and dying , he did indeed utilize his method of molting rebirth but ... not in the way that the Xianzhou Alliance could have expected .

Rather than forming into an egg , in order to be born anew he'd instead embedded his demonic soul inside that of one of the Xianzhou's own . To eventually be reborn as the foxian , Shuichi Minamino many , many centuries later .

Hiding in plain sight .

The Foxian Doctor ( Astral Express's Doctor )

Reborn on the Xianzhou Luofu to the Minamino Family . It was said that the Minamino family was a cursed one , for despite being a long life species , this family in particular had many members that passed away before they could reach their hundredth year of life .

This was due to Yoko Kurama's soul , being passed along with each new generation . Sapping away at their life energy as his means of gradually recovering the power that he'd lost all the while remaining hidden in a state of dormancy to avoid detection by the Alliance .

It would only be during his eventual rebirth as Shuichi Minamino , that he'd arise once more . Albeit with a new name , and a new face .

Due to the love given to him by his mother , and father despite all that he'd taken from them without their knowing he'd decided to live out his life both with and as Shuichi Minamino . As he'd initially planned to disappear , and leave them one his new physical form was of age .

Shuichi initially used to work , and study aboard the Alliance's flagship but as the wars with the Alliance continued , he became concerned that eventually his true identity would come to light which would put his family in harm's way by association .

Joining the Astral Express as a Doctor , he works to send money to his parents aboard the Alliance , and to ensure that his true name , and identity always remain hidden .

#ooc. going to bed for the night #ooc. will get to the asks I received later on in the week #ooc. looking forward to having a long weekend so I can catch up #ooc. expect more replies to be done then !#ooc. consider this post just a rough draft

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In This World, There's Only Monsters

Ended up thinking of this either shortly before or shortly after I posted the pic of Rockruff!Dal and Sawk. Basically it's a weird mesh of Undertale and PMD. Less of a crossover and more Undertale borrowing various elements from PMD. No Pocket Monsters anywhere, only UT Monsters.

...So at that point it's more of a basic dungeon-crawler RPG than anything else =w="

Dal is a human that was somehow sent to this world, and is found by Toriel in the Ancient Ruins, a place that was once a normal area before one day transforming into a Mystery Dungeon, or as they're called in this world, a Labyrinth. Labyrinths are dangerous, packed with all kinds of puzzles, traps, Monsters that are sliiightly more feral, and folks are known to get lost/stuck in them if they're not careful. Or if they're just adventure-hungry/treasure hunting idiots.

Dal follows the usual PMD protag formula of having amnesia this time around, unlike Rockruff!Dal. Can't remember anything other than his name, his age, general facts/knowledge and that he's a human. But while his personal memories are gone, the emotions linked to those memories still remain, and he eventually starts recalling things if current events mimic them well enough. Toriel's motherly behavior towards him is a good example; one bite of her cooking, clearly done with love and care, is enough to trigger Dal's memories of his own mother, albeit faintly. He doesn't remember Celeste's face, voice, or even her name, but what little he does recall is enough to drive him to silent tears.

And while Toriel isn't going to stop him from finding other ways to jog his memory, she is quick to warn him of one very important thing: Never let anyone find out he's a human. His very SOUL could give him away, as it's still the right side-up heart shape and instead of being pure white, it's a deep blue, shining strong with Integrity. And unlike normal Monsters who are made of magic and dust, Moomore is still made of flesh and bone, has a heartbeat alongside his SOULbeat, and bleeds when injured.

And speaking of magic... monsters can't seem to use theirs lately. Huh. No time to wonder why, since Dal can evidently use magic himself. Maybe he's got a surplus since he doesn't need any magic to... y'know. Make up his body n' stuff...

Why keep his humanity hidden? Because the humans that appeared in the Monster world before Dal were seen as bad omens, and all of them were killed before too long. It has been a long time since a human last arrived in the Monster world, so most people wouldn't notice a thing, but Moomore isn't the type to take such a risk, especially if his life would literally be on the line. Which it is.

But the questions remain... Why is Dalex here? Why'd he lose his memory? How much has he really forgotten? Why do Monsters see humans as "bad omens?" Why are humans even appearing in this world at all, when it's clear that Monsters don't want them around? Can Dal really trust anyone in this world? Will Dal be able to hide in plain sight, or will he be caught and inevitably killed?

And most importantly... if we're throwing PMD aspects into this adventure, that means Dal's the Hero... so who's the Partner? :3c

#Undertale #Toriel #Dalex Rathmore #Moomore #UT!Moomore #Team Evoke #got no idea what to call this AU #would've called it 'dungeontale' but that's taken i checked- ;w;#axewchaoscribbles

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ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WEB WEAVES [ 1/?]

ENDA, THE LOST HEIRESS OF HOUSE SERENNO : stolen at birth and hidden in plain sight amongst the ranks of the republic’s elite. JENZA and SIFO-DYAS live on, resurrected from the dead to haunt their murderer through their daughter’s soul. she is a LIVING GHOST, prophesied to forever tip the scales of balance in favor of the SITH.

originally developed through writings with @fallesto

#I’m planning to finally go public with this au and allow y’all to write with Enda so what better way to do that than ✨this✨?#⠇ visuals / webweave ⠇ ━━━ the pen is mightier than the sword #someone holds me safe and warm — &. dooku (fallesto)

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Maria Lionza, Lady of the spirits and souls.

The cult of the indigenous goddess Yara de la Onza or Maria Lionza in Venezuela, the same spiritualist cult that has spread to other countries such as Colombia, Peru, and Ecuador, ultimately transcends the comprehension of those occultists and sorcerers who do not reside there.

Maria Lionza is cited in a few books. Most define her as a Venezuelan indigenous legend, a female spirit of native origin, or a "local goddess" of spirits and nature. In Venezuela, Maria Lionza is all of these definitions and more. She is a high magic spiritual entity that assists all those who feel isolated, unappreciated, belittled, marginalized, and mistreated. She and all those who oppose the ideas of the system brought by the colonizers: racism, transphobia, homophobia, religious imposition, patriarchy, etc.

Maria Lionza represents the wild, free, indomitable, and matriarchal aspect of Nature. It is the old story of an indigenous woman who rebelled against the religious institution and freed enslaved people. It is the never-written tale of a powerful woman who discovers in her femininity an intimate connection to divinity and, through it, finds the power to lead the rebellion and claim her role until death and beyond.

Between Animas & Spirits

Maria Lionza acts as a liberator of the Animas and souls from purgatory, just as she was a liberator of the indigenous peoples enslaved by the European colonizers.

She is the central character in the spiritist cult of the animas and spirits in Venezuela. Although the term "Animas" has a massive variety of results according to each Latin American country, in the spiritist aspect, it is the term commonly used to refer to those lost souls, martyred souls, and souls that wander aimlessly in pain, either for having committed suicide or murder, for having seriously harmed others, or (following Catholic tradition) for not having received baptism, although today the latter can be referred to more broadly in the aspect of being an anima that did not follow an established religious current or another spiritual path, and simply has no direction of ascension to follow in the afterlife.

Maria Lionza is the leader of her own spiritual court, and contrary to Santa Barbara, another character of great relevance in the spiritualist cults of the region, who appears as a more modern character and is linked to the Catholic people, Maria Lionza represents the indigenous ancestors and pagan warriors of the past, native sorceresses and their pre-colonization magic, nature's herbal and medicinal secrets, and a connection to all the wild animals of which she has been proclaimed queen.

The animas and spirits serve as messengers of Maria Lionza, a queen in the world of spirits and fairies, the latter being very different characters in Latin America from their European version, darker in character and with a very different origin.

Being a Marialioncero, a priest of Maria Lionza, also implies being a sorcerer who agrees with all these spirits that are present, working at their service and charging them through favors. Conquering the world of spirits is a particular task that requires years of training and constant practice. These are esoteric mysteries not found in books and encyclopedias but hidden in plain sight and in constant and changing practice.

The spirits of low light and the animas act as servants of the queen. They come to the sorcerer or the Chaman to agree in exchange for mutual favors, thus being for them a mission to fulfill beyond life, thus allowing them to somehow way to free themselves from the chains and agony of being souls in pain and serve, beyond death, a purpose superior to them, a spiritual entity of greater power, and work shoulder to shoulder with priests, warriors, and sorcerers of the goddess.

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