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evilminji · 9 months

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Oh shit :D ?

I just remembered! (Thank you, historical fantasy section!) But like? Serving and protecting The King, especially a HIGH KING, is quite literally not just an incredible honor... but it can sometimes be a person's Life Ambition?

Specificly a WORTHY king.

Perhaps they were denied in life. Perhaps they FAILED. And in their dying moments struggle with all they were to LIVE. To PROTECT. Perhaps the PREVIOUS king was a great and worthy ruler... but their heir is...

Unworthy.

Maybe they are born to an age without Rulers. Power shifting between hands in hidden halls. Unclear and murky. All they want is for their loyalty to MEAN something. For things to be SIMPLE.

The universe is large. The Infinite Realms? Unimaginably larger.

And Pariah Dark was a BASTARD.

Who would willingly swear to him? Fools! That's who! Every warrior soul worth ANYTHING gets as far AWAY from his Realm forsaken resting place as they can. Hides. Lest they be dragged in to his infernal, gods forsaken, cess pit of a so called "army"! *disgusted spitting noises*

But what does this mean? It means every trained FIGHTER... got the hell out of dodge. Oh, sure, a FEW refused. Like Pandora and her people. But most? The farthest side of NOWHERE, several layers down! Some still GOING! Better to be decried as cowards then have ANYTHING to do with THAT(said with loathing)!

It also means they weren't where Pariah could get to them when he woke. Couldn't help. Couldn't fight. Couldn't be commanded to kneel. Nothing. They removed themselves completely. Planned on CONTINUING to remove themselves. Preferably to the farthest reaches of forever, far beyond the bastard's gaze.

But! The whole REALM INFINITE felt it? When that... that hissing, acidic, malicious undertone? SLAMS back and away, like somebody's knocked a parasite from their backs. Replaced by coolness and starlight. Delicate balance and blood on your teeth. The pounding in your chest of HOPE.

It flutters so small across their backs, inside their chests. Washing away the old.

The King... feels tiny. Young.

.......what are they doing? Running like this. Hiding away like that will change anything. How long... when did...

There are so many of them now. A veritable army of souls, of all Ages and People's. Every armor and crest imaginable. They'd been so.. so REPULSED by Pariah... nothing else had mattered but to get AWAY. Where even ARE they? What YEAR is it? Does any of that matter?

The King.

Their Obsessions whisper. Loyalty. Service. Protection. Honor. You have left you post! Abandoned your DUTY! What are you DOING!?

They are AGHAST. They turn around at once. The King! How could they have ABANDONED the King!? Who is guarding him if they are all HERE?!

Himself!?

(Yes. Danny is fine. He is eating the "Thank You for keeping us all from dying to whatever the FUCK that was!" tamales Paulina's mom pushed into his arms on his way back home. He didn't even try arguing. He made eye contact and knew he would lose.)

(Why does he feel like something really, really bothersome is headed his way?)

It's UNACCEPTABLE. Unthinkable! The King? Unguarded? Where assassination attempts and nefarious PLOTS could occur?! What if someone tried to steal his eggs!? Or attacked him while his exoskeleton was molting!? They aren't entirely sure which species he is yet, but there are SO MANY NEFARIOUS PLOTS OUT THERE!!

*panicked honor guards*

Just? Imagine becoming king. And thinking "well, aside from the skeleton army I have to figure out, at least I don't have to manage anybody!" Only to *WABAM!* your ENTIRE GHOST COURT shows up like a week later. Turns out they were hiding from your predecessor.

You have a whole ass honor gaurd. Who REFUSE TO LEAVE YOUR SIDE. You have Chefs. Who WILL cry if you send them away. The Literal Best In The Multiverse are all following you around... YOU, a RANDOM TEENAGE, with Excited Shoujo Sparkles in their eyes... because you punched a jackass really, REALLY hard.

There is no way to make this stop. Your friends are laughing at you. The interior decorator wants you to look at swatches. What are swatches and why are you being harrased by them at 1am, you wonder? If you are Mean(tm) they throw themselves upon the floor and blame themselves for their Wicked, Evil, King-Upseting Ways and you can't even TELL if your being played here.

It's like being bullied by house elves. Or Miette.

Your parents are too excited by all the New Research (at least the reveal went well?) To SAVE THEIR SON, and your sister is HELPING THE ENEMY (Traitor!), so now you're being bullied into eating vegetables and studying more.

Then? THEN!! WHO SHOWS UP?! Like... five WEEKS late?! The Justice League. Gee! GREAT RESPONSE TIME, GUYS! Reeeal snappy! But ya, JUST missed the guy!

.......YES HES BEING SARCASTIC!!!

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

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cryptotheism · 1 year

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She awoke to a boxcar full of corpses,

which was damn lucky, because it meant she now had a one-way train ticket to exactly where she wanted to go. All that was left to do was pass the time.

The student took inventory of her body. It was the first thing she knew to do in case of catastrophic injury, but the ritual of it was almost meditative now. Start at the bottom, work your way up.

Feet: Sore from walking. The leathery sheathe of mutagenic skin that ran up to her shins was largely unfeeling scar tissue at this point. They looked and functioned like a pair of high-topped hiking boots, except permanent and a part of her body. They were a rough custom job, designed for traversing the pools of acid that dotted the necrotic swamps common to her homeland. Home. Not much left of home now. She was getting sidetracked.

Legs: Also sore from walking, but less so. The musculature was hers, but the skeleton was reinforced with carbon-steel after a fall when she was little. Shock absorbing hydraulic femurs were nice for someone who did as much walking as she did. Skin was necrotizing again. Gotta get that replaced. Maybe one of the corpses is fresh enough to provide a graft.

Pelvis: Mercifully unfeeling. The surveyor had grabbed her by the hips. Skeleton was completely replaced a long time ago, but she could feel a hitch in the joint of her left leg whenever she moved it just so. An easy fix but time consuming, and not the sort of work to be done on a moving train. No necrotization here, at this point it was all synthetic. Uterus was completely original, not that it meant much. The little bundle of braided tubes that assisted her endocrine system remained stapled to her skin. The jangling was annoying, kept getting stuck on her hatchet, thus, staples. Fluids were looking a little dark, she must be dehydrated.

Torso: Felt fine, aside from the strain on her spine from carrying her things. Even with the augments, spines in general were just poorly constructed. Flesh was scarred, lots of burns, but mostly original. Both clavicles were removed and replaced with cargo sockets. She rolled her shoulders, it seemed like everything was working well. Breasts and sternum had been removed too, replaced with subdermal bulletproofing. She had spent extra for the good stuff there. One solid hand-ground piece of sloped armor. Getting shot in the lung was a lesson you only needed to learn once. Heart was completely mechanical. She even had a backup in her bag just in case. She traded the old lung and the breast tissue for that.

Right Arm: She rolled back the sleeve of her heavy coat and stretched her arm, watching the little electric motors dance. It was strong and dexterous, with half a dozen small tools built into the length of her forearm. No need for skin. In a pinch she could perform everything from network intrusion to basic surgery. Most of it was covered by the sleeve of her heavy coat. The amputation was above the elbow. She had leased her original arm for the current mechanical one when she was working on the pit crew for for an order of knights. She ended up keeping the arm.

Left Arm: She liked her left arm. She was proud of it. The trademark of a sythetimancer. It was pretty. Biological and mechanical features blending seamlessly together. Coils of veins and circuitry making intricate braids up her arm terminating in perfect Fibonacci spirals. Softly bioluminescent blood, filaments formed from calcified nerve tissue, synapse clusters under crystal clear de-pigmented bulbs of alpha-keratin. She concentrated for a moment, allowing the whirls on her palm to twist and readjust themselves with a tingling sensation. Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, all recombining into butane. She snapped her fingers, igniting a tiny flame, letting it dance along her fingers for a few moments burning and repairing the flesh as she went, spirals parting and coalescing like leaves navigating the twain of a gentle river. They looked like the little shell fossils she found at the white desert when she was little. Memories. Loss.

The spirals in her hand began to twist and pulse, little corkscrews of bone began to form, growing outwards against the thin layer of biosynthetic skin. It hurt. She winced, and regained control a moment later. Careless. She shook her arm, and the flame on her finger went out.

Head: Still a bit hazy from the pain. Where to start with the head? Neck. Parched. Currently being warmed by a scarf with a length of handmade maille hidden in the folds. Rebreather was working well because it was made well. It was made well because she made it. She made it because it used to be her job. Like everyone of her strain, she had no teeth, only two solid ridges of tough bone, largely blunt and made for gnashing but gradually coalescing into a single triangular point, evolved for ripping flesh. She clacked her jaws together experimentally. Clack. Clack.

Eyes were tired and dry. There was a short mechanical hiss and a snap as she the shields over her eyes retracted back into their sockets in her cheekbones. The only light was from a pair of grates in the ceiling, but the glare nearly blinded her. She snapped the shields back into place, and the heads up display came slowly back into focus.

Originally her skin was the sort of rust color common to her strain. By now it was a deep weather-worn red, except for the parts that were charred black and rotting. Gotta replace that. If she could grow hair, she had done a damn good job of making sure it was thoroughly singed off. It occurred to her that it might be fun to have hair one day. Maybe she could make it herself. Would it grow in spirals? She looked down to open the bag of genebending tools at her waist, and her heart jumped into her goddamn throat.

Staring up at her from the pile of corpses was a pair of bright red eyes on an unnaturally pale face with no nose or lips. Which would not be terribly upsetting or surprising, had it not just said “well met” in an oddly pleasant female voice, attempt to sit up, fail, and then ask politely if its new acquaintance would stop sitting on it.

This is the first chapter of Amber Skies. The complete story can be read here, along with its currently-in-progress sequel, Emerald Seas.

#Amber Skies #Emerald Seas

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probablybadrpgideas · 2 months

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Lesser Known Layers Of The Abyss

High school cafeteria where all the popular kids are laughing at you and also they're all Balors.

A fire pit of endless torture, but all the demons are on break. If you won't mind grabbing a red hot poker and torturing yourself, that would be great!

10th circle of hell. They borrowed it before the whole Blood War thing but since the falling-out they didn't really feel like giving it back, you know?

A field but there's, I dunno, lots of spikes there or something. Look, it's infinite planes, they can't all be winners.

Hang on, that's Tumblr HQ! Wow! This explains a lot, right?

Happy pastoral layer that all the demons are mildly embarrassed by.

NegaFrance, it's like France but evil and fucked up.

Oh boy, look, it's another Acid Swamp of Horrors. Sigh. Do you think this one has demons? God they're scraping the barrel.

#rpg #roleplaying game #D&D

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burr-ell · 2 months

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A Not-Necessarily-Exhaustive List of Good Moments from C1 1-27:

"I have an intelligence of 6, I know what I'm doing"

"We're here to right wrongs, and right lefts—" "And write comment cards"

Tiberius Kraghammer

Clarota

"We'll explain later. You're on the roof of Osama bin Laden's house"

"We'll be taking your weapons, your armor, and I believe your pride"

Percy making the first trick arrows for Vex after a shopkeep was a dick to her about arrows, which is canonically when she began to fall for him

Keyleth killing that one duergar from the TLOVM flashback

"I encourage violence"

Lady Kima being freed and then pulverizing the corpse of the duergar who'd been torturing her

Matt's fucked up body horror monsters

Scanlan taking a dump on a bed for the first time

Pike's crisis of faith when she slits a duergar's throat with her mace and her holy symbol breaks

When the limited T-shirt run went live and then sold out before Marisha could finish reading the announcement

Vax getting his foot burned off in lava

Scanlan the Kingslayer

"Can I use my Luck feat for this?" "You don't have any feet left"

Kima and Keyleth's argument (it was good, haters eat my shorts)

The origin of The Cube

"I'm Vax that's Vex ->" "I'm Vex that's Vax <-"

"Screw you, I want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated!"

"He has three-quarters cover" "I ignore three-quarters cover :)" "...then fuckin' fire!"

"Some people have no sense of fucking honor!"

Travis's notes that just say "I don't trust Clarota I don't trust Clarota I don't trust Clarota"

Percy reacting to the Briarwoods being namedropped during a council meeting

Meeting Gilmore on-stream for the first time

The Belt of Dwarvenkind and Grog's obsessive attempts to grow a beard

Scanlan's blue-shit-scrying potion

Grog "Philip" Strongjaw vs Kern

Vax giving Minxie!Keyleth a belly rub

The hydra fight and the beef with the Slayer's Take

Episodes 18 and 19, in their entirety, but specifically:

Zahra and Vex's initial rivalry-turned-friendship-turned-"I have a crush on Zahra"

Lyra. She's just. so much. idk of what but she is it

"I'm wearing the pajamas with the buttflap and the buttflap is down. The buttflap is DOWN"

Scanlan introducing himself to Rimefang as Burt Reynolds and then Matt, in his scary dragon voice, calling him "Burt"

"I'm sorry, I'm a genius, I'm sorry! Oh, god I'm clever!"

Zahra killing Rimefang

Percy and Vex working together on a history check (it's important To Me)

Wil Wheaton rolling five Nat 1s. In one session

Keyleth and Vax posing as a married couple to get information

Kash insight-checking Thorbir, believing he has to be actively sabotaging them because no one could possibly be that bad at their job (he's not, he really is just that unlucky)

Wil, playing a dwarven fighter, finally rolling a nat 20...for an insight check

The magic carpet losing its enchantment in a pit of acid and Laura's scream of horror from offscreen

"Rakshasaaaaaaa!" -jazz hands-

Kashaw and Keyleth, which was thankfully reworked in TLOVM but was also hilarious

Vex exasperatedly kissing Grog, portrayed by Laura kissing a bewildered Travis

Tyriok the cartographer

Grog, the Vasselheim merchant, and the first and only time Vex started beef with a retailer

Keyleth recounting a vision she had of her own death

The Aramente trial in Pyrah and a cameo from Thordak

Travis getting a medal from a fan for losing to Kern and Matt making it canon

Grog fighting Kern again and winning

Keyleth getting arrested. For the second time in Vasselheim alone

The first appearance of the man. The myth. The Viktor

Kynan's first appearance and Vax's idea of "tough love"

Percy telling his backstory to the party and them immediately affirming their support for him ("You don't have to get involved in this" "Oh, we are SO involved" "You said you wanted 'em dead!") and Taliesin himself being moved to tears over this

Percy creating Diplomacy

Vax and Keyleth bear-sitting Trinket and braiding pink ribbons into his fur

Gilmore finding out Vax wants to see him and teleporting in from half a continent away

Vax shaving half of Grog's beard and Travis breaking a mechanical pencil with one hand

The feast, where Percy actually threatens the Briarwoods to their faces while disguised as Vax

Vax and the Briarwoods. "Gosh you guys are good-looking"

Vax nearly dying and having a vision of the two people he cares about most: Vex and Keyleth

Sylas jumping out the window and doing a perfect 3-point landing...while Delilah blows the athletics check and faceplants in the dirt

"SYLAS"

Vex scoring two crits on Delilah

Tiberius getting Feebleminded

Percy's attack on Desmond. My horrid little skrunkly <3

"YOUR SOUL IS FORFEIT! DIE! DIE!" and Keyleth skipping her turn to just stare at Percy

Vox Moochina

Keyleth taking charge to save the ember roc

Keyleth conjuring a water elemental and Taliesin gargling water to translate her commands to it

And finally, the conversation between Keyleth and Percy where he privately confesses his own worries that he's going dark and that he's afraid of himself, and she expresses her concern for him and promises to be there for him

anyway c1 good

#critical role #vox machina #percy de rolo #vex'ahlia #vax'ildan #keyleth #grog strongjaw #pike trickfoot #scanlan shorthalt #if c1 is not getting lovemail assume i'm dead

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txttletale · 5 months

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I think the problem that you're running into is that a lot of people who are invested in making art see the statement "ai art is art" and instead they hear "you will never be allowed to make art again and also you should throw yourself into an acid pit" , it's a very emotionally charged topic

yea i mean i definitely understand that especially when the loudest boosters about this stuff are absolutely soulless tech guys who think all artists should be mulched into slop to sustain coders and business degree holders but i think at some point people are going to have to move past the kneejerk reactionaryism and actually think about the topic seriously

#ask

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rainstops · 8 months

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How could you decide my worth

summary: in a very heated argument the Genshin characters say something they didn’t mean. But how could they undo the things that have already been said?

a/n: so sorry for being inactiveeeee, also someone pls send a request into my inbox or interact with me, its getting dusty in there. i just realized some of my friends could read this and i do not want them to.

THIS IS SO DRAMATIC

warnings: arguing, insults

Characters: diluc, kaeya, kazuha

Arguments with diluc weren’t entirely unusual, but he usually tried his best to stay calm. Emphasis on ‘tried’, and absolutely failed. Words were going back and forth, a bubbling feeling of anger resting in your chest, fist clenched and trying to get diluc to listen to you.

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But it wasn’t possible. Both of you were trying to be louder than the other. To make more sense, and to get anything out that might help to win the argument. but it almost seemed as if neither one of you still wanted to win. you never even wanted to argue, but now you can’t loose.

Your words overtoned his, and the other way around. As if neither of you could hear the other, both of you just kept screaming.

You didn’t listen until diluc said something he wish he never even thought off. to be honest he didn’t even really think.

“you’re so worthless. I don’t know why i even put up with you. All you do is nag me all day, why can’t you just-“, that was when he realised he didn’t want to say any of the things he just said.. you’re not worthless, you’re his everything. He doesn’t ‘put up with you’, he needs you. He doesn’t know what he would do without you. In that moment he forgot why you two were even fighting. He realises he never even knew why. You’re way to important for him to shout at you. He loves you more than his own life, but he expressed the opposite.

Now he notices how you stopped talking. You’re staring at him wide-eyed, obviously in shock. A weird feeling spread within your body, like someone had tied your heart to the pit of your stomach. Your fists unclenched and your body felt so loose, you wanted to go lay down and sleep.

Diluc on the other hand wanted to wash his own mouth out with soap. The words that balled through your mind felt like acid on his tongue.

“my love-“ ”how could you call me that right now”, you asked him.

Diluc stayed quiet for a little while too long, and to you it felt like he didn’t want to say anything else. It felt like a cue to leave to you. So you decided it would be best, knowing that in the time that diluc could think of an apology, those words would settle in your mind for a long while.

You wanted to step out of the door, but diluc grabbed your hand. You looked at the way his hand grabbed yours, and then gave him an irritated stare. You looked him into the eyes, but only a split second was needed to notice how glossy his eyes were. His brows were furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Forgetting what he just said to you, you remembered how much you loved him. you loved him, you would never want him to cry.

“My love please listen to me, i didn’t mean to say what i said. I love you. Please don’t leave. I need you i can’t live without you please. I will take as much time it needs to make it up to you again, i just need you to stay, please. I love you, i love you so much”, he kept repeating three words which were so very important to you.

“It’s okay… please don’t cry”, you said those words knowing it wasn’t okay. You were really hurt, but you couldn’t stand seeing him cry.

Arguing with Kaeya wasn’t fun. and it was always the same topic. He was drunk and came home late again and again.

“Kaeya, you have a drinking problem. You-“

“I do not have a drinking problem. I drink because I want too”

Neither of you were shouting. The anger in your chest felt like a fire in your chest. And the fact that he was still drunk, felt for you like just something proving your point.

“I am so fucking tired, of picking your drunk ass up from the bar, or cooking for you in the evening knowing you won’t eat it anyways, or staying up late worrying because i don’t know if you’re safe or not!”,, youe tears were collecting at the corner of your eyes, but Kaeya didn’t care. He probably didn’t even notice.

“Then don’t do these things! God you’re so pushy and annoying. I don’t even care about all the things you do! Just leave me alone and let me do whatever the hell i want!”, the words hit you like a knife. Tears were starting to run down your cheeks, but Kaeya was still too drunk to notice or care. He turned around and walked off to your shared bedroom.

You weren’t going to stay here though. You packed some things and went to stay somewhere. Anywhere else where people actually care about you.

Kaeya woke up the next day, with a headache. He turned around to your side of the bed to wish you a good morning, but that was when he noticed that your side of the bed was made, and cold. He got up wondering where you were. When he entered the living room, he noticed how the house felt cold. It felt empty without you.

That was when he remembered the argument from last night. He remembers the things he said to you. And without a question he regretted it. He regretted every word he said to you. Where have you gone? Where could you be? He needed to apologise. Wether you would forgive him or not.

He slowly sat down on the sofa in the living room, his face sinking into his palms. Think Kaeya think.

That was when the lock in the door clicked. He jumped up from the sofa and turned to face the door. It was you. You entered the house with your back to Kaeya.

You walked past Kaeya without sparing him a singular look.

“Babe-”, he grabbed your arm. “Babe look at me”, he nearly begged you.

When you turned to face him, his heart dropped. Your eyes looked tired. They were empty and and red. You clearly cried a lot.

“Let go”, you pulled your arm away from his hand and continued to walk towards your shared bedroom. You were only here to get some more clothes.

“[name], please talk to me” Kaeya grabbed you by the waist again.

“Kaeya stop it”, he wasn’t going to. He wrapped his arms around you, putting your head against his chest and let his head fall onto your shoulder.

“I’m sorry for what i said. I didn’t mean any of it. I love you. I need you, please don’t be mad at me”, he begged you.

All you could reply with was a look with tired eyes.

“Please. I know you’re tired. Tired of me and tired of doing things for me, but…”, he stopped. Your arms were hanging loosely by your sides.

He put a hand on the back of your head and pressed it closer onto his chest.

“Please I will do anything it needs to. No matter how long it takes. You don’t have to take care of me anymore, i will take care of you. I will make it up to you no matter what”, he promised. “Just stay with me”

Kazuhas brows were furrowed. His eyes were raging whenever he looked at you. You were just trying to help him moving a few objects around, but accidentally dropped one of his belongings and damaged it slightly. nothing that could not be fixed.

You could blame all the things he said on stress he experienced lately, which you can understand, but you wish you could say that you understand what he said to you as well.

"[name] seriously couldnt you have been a little more careful? is that too much to ask?", Kazuha wasnt raising his voice at all, but the expression on his face already said more than enough.

"seriously i never asked you for your help, and then for you to come over her and just break something?", Kazuha picked up the object and placed it on a nearby table.

You apologized over and over again, but Kazuha didnt seem to listen. He just kept continuing what he was doing, not giving you a single look or reply.

You try to continue helping him, but he pushes you away. "stop it. i dont want you to break anything again"

"Kazuha, I just want to help you-"

Kazuha proceeded to cut you off with something he was sure to regret for a very long time.

"[name] don't you see? youre useless. all the time you just make everything worse!"

the words fell out of him like a waterfall. once he started he couldnt stop them. and oh he wished, he wished he would have just forgotten about the item you damaged and moved on with his life.

he put a hand over his mouth as if trying to stop doing more damage than he had already done.

"[name], i- im sorry i dont know why i said that [name]", he kept saying your name more frantically with each time it left his mouth. "[name]", there it was again. he took your hands, and as your shocked eyes filled with tears, his filled with panic.

thoughts filled your head that you didnt want to hear, and before kazuha could say anything else to you, you left the room and quietly shut the door behind you.

kazuha put down whatever he was doing, as soon as he heard the soft click of the door to the room you both were standing in.

the words he said kept repeating in his head. how could he say something that implies that he puts a mere object over your relationship.

he heard the door to your room shut, meaning that that is where you weant. he stood in front of your door, not just wanting to barge in after you. so he knocked. "[name] im really sorry, please come out", no response. "can i enter? please?", again no response. so kazuha just entered. he looked around and found you sitting against the wall, tears silently streaming down your face. kazuha hugged you without a word, but you showed no reaction. "[name] im sorry, i never should have said those things. i guess i was just stressed, but that is still no excuse. i hope you can forgive me?"

a quiet sob escaped your mouth, and instead of answering you laid your head down onto his shoulder.

#rainstops #diluc x reader #kazuha x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin

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extrajigs · 6 months

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The Lichen Mazes of the Abattoir wastes! And two fun critters who live there. In depth info dumping below the cut!

First off the Lichen Maze is a complex ecosystem which also happens to be one of the few places on land not usually covered in snow! This has to do with the weird way it functions. Suspend that disbelief. Basically the maze has 5 layers. 1. The blades of lichen that produce the spores and form the actual maze. These sharp growths discourage larger animals from walking through the maze, as the heavier you are, the higher odds of falling through the brittle path. 2. The Stone Path is not actually stone, but it is path. This is the hardened shell of the Maze, protecting the true body and retaining heat whilst keeping hot enough to melt fallen snow. 3. The Boiling Pit lies just below the path and is a churning froth of water, heated at first by scalding rain above and now by the feeding of the maze below. This is the source of the steam continuously blanketing the maze. 4. The main body of the maze is a mass of pulsing acid spewing tendrils. It eats the rocks beneath the maze, carving out a larger and larger cavern as it does! 5. This is the rock to be eaten! Boring. Two fun beasties of the maze are the Side Snapper and Creeping Salamander! Who have a fun relationship with each other. The Snapper is human derived whilst the Salamander, like all Salamanders in this setting, is annelid in nature. The Snapper acts almost like a deer, prancing around through the maze whilst nibbling on the hanging spore sacks it passes by. They are flighty as the maze has many hidden corners and unseen dangers. The biggest threat to them is an ambush by a Creeping Salamander, who don't give chase to catch them. Rather they find a corridor to stalk and when prey passes by they extend their neck and slurp them up in a violent inhale before shredding their prey with their newly evolved teeth. Fun! Also am deciding that there ARE people living outside the Abbies. At least in the modern setting, more so there will be one broken down Abattoir whose dome is gone. The Gods are MIA in the current storyline.

#the abattoirs #body horror #worldbuilding #speculative biology #spec bio #art #the fun stuff #sorry i been scarce #monsters

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occidentalavian · 7 months

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Something I'm always fascinated by are the minor mundane things that exist in Exandria. Little objects and inventions here and there that don't play a major role in the stories but just kind of exist in the background.

Early machine guns: Yes, Percy's invention of guns was a major plot point in Campaign 1, but what I'm talking about is how they've changed since then. Percy's guns were flintlock, but by Campaign 3 the guns that Bells Hells encountered in Marquet are caplock, only 30 years later. And because of this, this has allowed for the invention of the Kshatriya Special, Exandria's equivalent of the Gatling Gun!

Phonographs: Called the Audiomatic by its inventor Hazel Copperpot, it uses wax cylinders to record and play back audio, such as her reading of Tary's books. Invented by 826 PD, conceivably these could exist in a more widespread fashion 10 years later by Campaign 2.

Electric lights: Another one of Percy's inventions. Using the acid pits that Ripley left beneath the castle as a battery, Percy was able to create a grid of electric street lamps to light up Whitestone.

Soda: This one's my personal favorite. There's mentions of root beer and sarsaparilla in Campaign 2 that could be chalked up as only jokes, but Explorer's Guide to Wildemount also lists a drink from the Menagerie Coast called Queen's Water as a "soft drink", which often refers to carbonated beverages. Finally, the Ruby of the Sea cocktail from Exquisite Exandria, a book that canonically exists in-universe, uses tonic water!

Theoretically, Percy could go to a cafe in Whitestone at night, order a sarsaparilla, and sit in the outside dining area lit by electric street lamps while the cafe plays a recording of "Jordan, Fetch my Whiskey" on their audiomatic.

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𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒: 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐗!. (𝐀𝐂 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐂)🐇

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!.

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈. 𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!.

𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠!.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄;

𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓: I previously spoke on leo and where you are a bit picky in a healthy way, now it’s virgo’s turn, but with a twist, since virgo naturally rules the 6th house wanting the best may take a toxic turn.. now desiring to better something won’t be in the sake of our pleasure or things that’ll make us and our inner child happy (since leo rules our 5th house and these descriptions are attached to it)

Unfortunately now wherever virgo falls in your chart will make you have a very tiring desire to fix it’s matters.. perfect them, until it affects you and your mental health in a draining way, and you’ll start feeling anxious so much about it, (virgo rules 6th house and mercury)

Hope the connection makes sense!, don’t forget that sometimes signs that follow each other in astro are a bit attached and may or may not be a different side of the same coin.. take libra and Scorpio for example, you’ll always find some links that associates these signs together!.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟔°,𝟏𝟖° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐂

Here you are quite critical of yourself in general, especially and obviously on your appearance your outlook on the world and how first impression are supposed to be, that’s why you may hate beginnings, job interviews or new things, because you care so much about appearances even if you hate to admit it, that’s why you try to perfect the way you dress, the way you look and act to no end, you just can’t seem to be satisfied with who you are, if you’re too loud you’ll bully yourself until you barely speak two decent words and so on.

You’re the type to change your hairstyles alot, always looking for that perfect one that matches your face type and those asian beauty ABBAA tests, and you really try to perfect yourself as much as you can.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟔°,𝟏𝟖° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

You may or may not be highly critical in regards of how you spend your money, and also in regards of how much your income is, meaning you are 24/7 working on ways to get more money, ways to fix your finances and possessions, you always try to perfect these aspects, that’s why you may be indulged in so many side hustles and jobs!. You also may be critical of how much you eat, counting calories, singing if it’s one of your hobbies, luxury items you buy or even your beauty products, you may be the type to go too deep in searching for a face serum that solves a simple problem like black heads for example until you just fall into a deep pit of weird chemical acids like Ascorbic, BHA, salicylic etc.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟔°,𝟏𝟖° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

Critical in terms of how you communicate, you may be a bit shy, so you try to open up more!, you may be a member of ‘TMI’ club so you try to just shut up, depends, also you always stress on your thoughts, ideas or just how you think in general, you really watch the way you think closely until you fry your brain out, you also may be a part or LOA tumblr!, give yourself a break dude, you are intelligent enough, no need to read 117261 books a year.. it won’t really make your smarter or more cunning.. oh yeah and kinda cliché but you may try to be the perfect neighborhood, these people give me ‘the girl next door’ vibes.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟔°,𝟏𝟖° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Ummmm.. so it’s either you are the eldest child who grew up with so much responsibilities, or you have a mother that treated you like her favorite play toy and you were like a marionette in her hands.. you know those overachiever kids that once they finish school go to violin lessons and then go back home to study until they sleep, also have thousands of shiny medals around their room and little to no toy or teddy around? Yeah that’s you sir. Don’t try to be perfect for your parents, your achievements don’t determine your worth, nor does your status, nor does your roots, nor does your home in general!, please be kinder on yourself and enjoy life dear, also for my future mothers/fathers, be kinder on your kids.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟔°,𝟏𝟖° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

1st scenario: be kind on your children for starters, now on a serious note try killing the Tonya Harding's inside of you before she kills you… why so serious about your hobbies that’s kinda concerning.. do you need help? Should i book for therapy?. you may be quite critical to your arts and hobbies, always try to master them until you drop dead on the ground with ink and paint on your fingers instead of blood.. sit tf down for a bit, take a deep breath and calm your shit down because no your rival won’t achieve a higher status than you in that art/theater competition, and you’re doing great, i know you may have siblings that made it hard for you to shine so you took the matters in your own hands but.. at what sake?, trust me it ain’t that worth it!.

2nd scenario: my brother in christ 5th house virgo no you won’t date an a-list celebrity if you dig around luxury places hard enough, try lowering your standards a bit because they may go beyond the sun and back (not even the moon if you noticed my not-so-hidden sarcasm) you’re making it hard on yourself and us (me specifically because you guys are so hot and i need 1 chance ffs)

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟔°,𝟏𝟖° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

You’d really make a good doctor if you ever decided to be one because you’re almost too perfect for the job.. honest, faithful, and you have an amazing eye for details, almost hawk-like which makes you kinda manic (or critic) about your weight, eating habits, daily routines, health in general, and once you catch a mole on your neck you jump to ask google which may tell you that’s it’s a possible stage 4 cancer sign and yikes.. anxiety hits the fan.

no in case you are wondering, you won’t die in 3 weeks, so stop trying to have perfect health because i can assure you that it isn’t possible honey.. also your poor pets oh my god!, checking on them every month is a must.. but don’t make them visit a doctor every time they sneeze too!.

In conclusion you are a gym rat, quite critical of your workout habits and the gyms you go to, your diet, hygiene, of others and yours too.

𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐂 | 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝟔°,𝟏𝟖° 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐂

Go above read virgo in 5th house second scenario!, it will describe you just perfect, but switch it and make it about your long term hubby. Just don’t be way too critical about your marriage, because you’ll be absolutely drained if you aimed to have a perfect lovey dovey life, that’s only in fairytales, that amazingness is only in romance novels, because marriage is way more than sweet endings, it’s about responsibilities, and I’m sure you’ll handle it well just don’t pressure yourself!.

Now, please cut your coworkers some slack, i know that they just can’t seem to do any decent work from your point of view, but put in mind that the work standards you have might 100% exceed what they are aspiring to do, so try not to be critical about your own work and others.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝟏𝟓 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞!.

#astrology #astrology notes #astrology observations #astrology aspects #astrology degrees #astrology houses #astrology planets #astro observations #astro placements #astro asks #astrotips #astro #virgo #virgo in the houses

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February 21st, 2024

Lovebug (Plecia nearctica)

Distribution: Native to Central America and the Southeastern USA (Alabama, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Mississippi, South Carolina and Texas). Most common in Texas and Louisiana.

Habitat: Can be found in almost all habitats, but most common in grassy areas; most common around fresh-cut lawns, animal pastures and areas with decaying vegetation. Found at altitudes of over 450 metres.

Diet: Larvae feed on decaying vegetation; adults feed on the nectar of plants such as sweet clover, goldenrod and Brazilian pepper.

Description: This insect is called the lovebug because mated pairs often stay together for days at a time during and after mating, with flights of mating lovebugs sometimes numbering into the millions. These flights can be quite a nuisance to drivers, as they easily splatter onto windshields and hoods at highway speeds. The acidic body chemistry of dead bugs, left for even just a handful of hours, makes them incredibly difficult to scrape off car parts; what's more, they also have a tendency to cause pits in automotive paint when left untouched for too long, or can cause radiators to overheat. Because they're attracted to fresh paint, lovebug corpses are also a common sight in the dried paint on buildings.

There is many myths surrounding lovebugs, perhaps due to how common they are. One myth claims that these insects were genetically engineered by the University of Florida in order to control mosquito populations (disregarding the fact that they're herbivorous, and thus would make poor pest control!). Another myth claims that lovebugs escaped from the University of Florida after being transported there by scientists; while their original range includes only Louisiana and Mississippi, populations naturally spread north- and southward. For some reason, this insect has many University of Florida-related conspiracies!

Images by Judy Gallagher and Chris Rorabaugh.

#today's bug #biology #bugs #ecology #entomology #nature #wildlife #flies #diptera

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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 43

Tw: some description of post mortem decay

Tegan once found herself in the mid-1980s. While here, she had an encounter with a rather stroppy teenaged waitress. This waitress was named "Dorothy." (Novel: The Crystal Bucephalus)

During funerals on Venus, the brain of the deceased is cut up and eaten by those attending. This was a way the deceased could live on as they would gain the deceased's memories this way. The First Doctor could take this in stride, but Barbara and Ian were a bit disturbed by it. (Novel: Venusian Lullaby)

Rassilon feared for the survival of the Time Lords so deeply that he sent biogenic molecules back in time that would force all life forms in the universe that were affected to evolve into something similar to what was the Gallifreyan standard. This is why so many species look similar. (So Time Lords don't look human...Humans look like Time Lords, just as Trions, Trakenites, etc etc do, because Rassilon interfered with their natural evolution). (Audio: Zagreus)

The Doctor's previous selves maintain awareness in their subconscious, and for a while, the Doctor would keep some of them imprisoned in their mind. For example, the Fifth Doctor was kept in chains in a pit. (Novel: Timewyrm: Revelation)

They also kept the Sixth Doctor imprisoned very deep inside the Doctor's mind for fear of the Valeyard. (Novel: Head Games)

Indeed, the Seventh Doctor started having dreams that his Eighth would lock him in a "room with no doors" after their regeneration. (Novel: The Room With No Doors)

The design for the Mondasian Cyberman was based off of a body scan of the Fifth Doctor. (Audio: Spare Parts)

By some accounts, Liz Shaw died of Agent Yellow, which is a virus that turns oxygen into sulfuric acid somehow. (Novel: Eternity Weeps)

The Fatkats are a race of giant, intelligent cats. They sometimes keep humans as pets. Rory was kidnapped by a Fatkat and given to his kid as a gift, and the kid renamed him Cuddles. The Eleventh Doctor and Amy eventually convinced the Fatkats to help them free Rory, and as a thank-you gift, he left them a life-sized stuffed Doctor doll for them to play with. (Comic: Humans Aren't Just For Christmas)

The Tenth Doctor once wrote a letter to the Brigadier, saying he felt guilty for not visiting and that he was thinking of him. When the Brigadier died, this letter was found lying on his bedside cabinet as though he had just been reading it. Thus, it is likely that the Doctor’s words were the last he ever read and that he might have even passed thinking about his old friend. (Novel: The Time Lord Letters)

When Time Lords die, their TARDISes do as well. (Audio: The Axis of Insanity)

The Axis is a place in interdimensional space that holds together and regulates all damaged timelines to prevent the contamination from spreading. Time Lords typically aren't welcome since they are responsible for most aberrant timelines, but one was sent to investigate when Jarra To took over. This Time Lord was later found by the Doctor, oozing pus and covered in roaches after being murdered by Jarra To. (Audio: The Axis of Insanity)

One time after stumbling on alien invaders, the Eighth Doctor and Charley used their acting skills to save the day. Charley became Lady Charleyostiantayshius, a Gallifreyan observer, and the Doctor became a transcriber from the High Council, who is pretty much Lady Charleyostiantayshius's excitable if a bit bumbling companion. They both wear the proper Gallifreyan regalia, and Charley was so good at her act that the Doctor thought she made a better Gallifreyan than he did. The Doctor convinces the captain of the alien fleet that there is a plague and gives him large quantities of the "vaccine," which is actually just straight up alcohol, so the captain gets wasted. (Audio: Living Legend)

The Doctor's memory of his first two incarnations is hazy, to say the least. (Audio: Cold Fusion)

Patience regenerated into a female form only after meeting the Fifth Doctor. The description of their prior incarnation is ambiguous in that regard. (Audio: Cold Fusion, Novel: Cold Fusion)

Peri was infected with a virus that copied all of her DNA and turned anyone she touched into a clone of herself. This included the Fifth Doctor, who started at first by repeating what Peri said and then became her. Based on the classic Big Finish noises that accompanied this, the change is graphically painful (Audio: Mission of the Viyrans)

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Everyone seems to really be going through it this weekend. Here is an offering of fluff 💙 purely self-indulgent sappy love-struck Phantom crushing and pining over Rain because my brain is in chaos and needs some softness 🙃

Cw: fantasizing, hand jobs

Elixir of Life

The woods outside the abbey have always been a special place for Phantom.

When he was new from the Pit, before finding his place in the dynamic of the pack, he would take frequent walks in the woods. He would just wander, marveling at the light filtering through the trees and giving the forest floor an ethereal glow. They didn't have light like this in the Pit, and he'd find himself in awe of all of the simple, natural wonders of the surface world.

What amazed him the most was how there was water everywhere. There was so little water in the Infernal ring he had come from. What little there was to be found was putrid, acidic, and stank of sulfur and brimstone. Although dank and toxic, it was still a precious commodity. Ghouls fought tooth and nail with each other for a handful to drink. He would run his fingertips over the scars etched in his face, through his milky eye that no longer had sight, and shudder at the memories of his siblings growling and maiming for the right to a few drops to quench their thirst.

The water here though, it was safe and cool, it was healing. The water here brought life, and that life was something he could hear, smell and taste all around him as he stepped through the trees on this particular day.

There was no path leading to where he wanted to go. At this point he had come to this place so many times that it was imprinted in his heart.

Phantom moved silently through the trees, having left his shoes at the edge of the wood. He padded over the moss on the ground and ducked under fallen trunks and branches until he came to a clearing.

This was his safe place, a haven for him to go and clear his mind; to escape, not that he didn't love his pack fiercely, but to have a moment away from the mentally exhausting process of learning all the things and customs that came with being on the surface.

This clearing, with its aspen trees, it's small meadow of wildflowers, it's clear, pure stream-fed pool, was a place for him to breathe, and reflect, and read his books.

Here, he would also find Rain.

Phantom had been fascinated by Rain the moment he had stepped out of the summoning circle and set eyes on the water ghoul. Water ghouls were basically non-existant in his circle of Hell. The fact that Rain had elemental power over water, could just summon it and influence it at will, was something Phantom marveled at and still struggled to wrap his mind around.

Rain, with his creamy skin, long graceful limbs, dark soft curls, and eyes so strikingly blue it made Phantom's heart ache to look into them.

The young quint had longed to...just touch Rain, to twine their tails together and run his claws through Rain's hair. To run his thumbs over his soft, perfect skin. While Rain was perfectly friendly and had welcomed him with open arms into the pack, Phantom had simply been too shy and nervous to do anything about it.

So here he sat, knees drawn up to his chest in the soft moss and foliage as he hid behind his book in the shade of a golden aspen. Across the clearing, Rain lounged in the pool, floating on the surface of the water as he watched the clouds track slowly across the sky.

Every so often Phantom would peek over the pages of his novel and watch the water ghoul in his element. Occasionally Rain would raise his head to look over to the young quintessence ghoul watching him and smile to himself as Phantom would notice him looking back and hide back behind his book, pointed ears reddening and scent tinging with shyness and embarrassment.

Phantom yearned to just sit and watch Rain twist and glide through the water like the most graceful, perfect creature of the sea. He longed to run his hands along the colorful, delicate beta fins that came with Rain's unglamored form. He wondered what would happen if he could lightly caress Rain's gills with his fingertips. What Rain's perfect, full lips would look like whispering his name. He let his mind wander as he tried to get his heart rate down from getting caught looking.

In his mind, Phantom could be brave. He could put his book down and cross the clearing to the pool. He could reach down into the pool and cup Rain's beautiful face in his hands before softly pressing their lips together, sighing as he felt Rain's plush mouth give and open for him.

In his mind, he could be brave enough to slip into the pool with Rain and draw the water ghoul into him to straddle his lap while caressing the muscled planes of Rain's back and shoulders. He could run his nose along Rain's throat, leaving soft kisses and licks in his wake as he basked in the scent of water lillies and fresh morning dew. He could feel his quintessence dancing across the water ghoul's skin as he reached out with his magic to elevate what they were both feeling.

Phantom could work up the courage to gently grip Rain's hips and slowly start grinding up into the water ghoul. He could practically hear Rain's soft sighs and whimpers as they pressed close together; hands roaming, touching, caressing. He could feel Rain's hands tracing patterns on his chest before coming up to entangle themselves in Phantom's hair. Maybe Rain would start rutting against his stomach, with kisses becoming more insistent, more filthy as Rain pushed his tongue past Phantom's teeth to caress the quint ghoul's tongue with his, claiming Phantoms mouth and lips like they're Rain's to own.

Maybe Phantom could then draw Rain back in his lap just enough to free his cock from his shorts before pulling him back in to grind their cocks together. He could cup Rain's ass in his hands, kneading the firm muscle as he moved Rain's body against his to find the perfect rhythm and pressure that left them both gasping and moaning into each other's mouths.

In his mind they were sharing breath, riding a high off of each others' scents and arousal as they drove each other closer to coming undone in each others' arms. Hands moving to tweak nipples, tug on hair, rest on throats, caress gills, to take both cocks in hand and jack them off together as they rutted against each other.

Phantom could imagine what it would feel like to see Rain's eyes roll back into his head and whisper Phantom's name against his lips before crying out and cumming between them. Phantom would follow shortly with his own release, his head dropping to Rain's shoulder to bite as he moaned out his ecstasy against the water ghoul's dewey, perfect skin.

In his mind they would rest against each other in the water, exchanging soft words, gentle kisses and touches as they drank in each other's presence in this moment. A second lasting an hour as the two willed to stay suspended in this moment for eternity.

***

Phantom came back into the present and jolted to awareness as he noticed Rain standing over him, a curious and slightly concerned expression on his face. Rain crouched down and cupped Phantom's cheek in his hand.

"Hey Stardust...you back? Where did you float off to?"

Phantom blushed all the way to the tips of his ears as he moved his book to cover the now very obvious boner in his lap.

"Sorry, sorry..it's nothing. I'm fine,"

Rain sat back on his haunches and looked at Phantom for a moment before shrugging and offering his hand.

"Alright, well c'mon then. We should be getting back,"

Phantom took Rain's hand and stood, trying to discreetly adjust his shorts to make the lump in his pants a little less obvious.

They left the clearing and made their way back to the abbey. Phantom trailed slightly behind to watch Rain as he stepped through the trees with the grace and poise of the most elegant deer.

"Yeah," he thought to himself, "maybe one day I'll brave enough."

Water was a special thing indeed.

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