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dcxdpdabbles · 27 days

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The Undead Florist

Anon said: Basically, I just wanted Danny to deliver flowers to the Justice League heroes from his fans. If you can include Everlasting Trio. U can add whatever crack you think would be best! Thank you!

Clark is in the middle of blocking a heat ray attack from a robot that copies the powers of any Justice League member when the unexpected happens. A kid, no older than fourteen, boldly walks into the battlefield carrying a lavish bouquet of red roses and trigger lilies.

He's dressed in a worker uniform: light brown khakis, a black shirt with a light-born vest, and a black baseball hat resting neatly on his head. There is a company logo on the upper right of his vest but Clark does not recognize the stylized D.

There was a still moment when Clark's super speed could see the exact second Amazo spotted the child. The boy wasn't paying attention, staring at his phone screen, which had the faint details of a map, and had two headphones in his ear.

Clark's eyes widen in horror, and he opens his mouth to try to shout a warning—though he doubts the kid could hear him over the loud music playing in his ear—but before he can, Amazo flung out an arm straight at the kid's head, still pinning Clark down with a cheap version of his own laser ray eyes.

No! No, please, he's so young! He pleads mentally, frozen in horror as the robot's hand goes right through the kid's head. It took a solid minute for Clark to realize that Amazo's hand hadn't ripped through the skull of the child but rather had passed through him as if the boy was not physically there.

From underneath a black baseball cap, brim, electric blue eyes stare at Amazo. Gesturing vaguely to the arm going through his head, the boy frowns. "Rude much?"

"Access: Black Canary," Amazo says in response, his jaw opening wider as a super-powered scream is released, pointing black at the kid's face.

The frown on the worker deepens as the boy reaches up and- slaps the android in the face? "Dude, I'm trying to work. I have like eight flower deliveries today. Also, that was a weak imitation. This is a real Ghostly Wail."

He opens his jaw, letting out a sound that wasn't as loud as Black Canary or Amazo but somehow worse.

And the sound—the unholy screech that releases from the child sends Clark to his knees, quivering in his boots as Amazo disintegrates right before his eyes. The only thing left of the android is a smothering pair of robotic legs that fall over with a loud thump.

The boy huffs, paying no mind to the fact that he took out the enemy the league had spent the last six hours fighting before Clark tried to lure it away from the city. He merely glances back at his phone, following the little moving icon on the map until he stands before the fallen hero.

"Hi! Are you Superman?" The kid asks in a polite, chipper tone. It's such a whiplash change between his normal voice and his customer service voice that it sets in. This is really just a Tuesday for him.

Clark opens and closes his mouth with a weak "Yes" and is pushed out.

The kid's smile grows as he pushes the flowers into his arms. Clark nearly drops the vase, scrambling to get a good hold of them as the kid pulls out a harmonica and plays a little jingle. It sounds like a mix between Happy Birthday and Ring Around the Roses.

Once he is done, the boy holds out his arms wide open and loudly proclaims, in a very obvious Transatlantic accent, which makes him sound... rather otherwordly: "These flowers are sent by your fan Kattie Longsmith in Metropolis, wishing to thank you for rescuing her mother and brother from a fire. She wants to remind you that she is your biggest fan and hopes you have a lovely day. Thank you for selecting the Undead Florist as your means of flora travel!"

With a theatric bow, the boy blinks out of existence.

Clark is left kneeling alone in a destroyed cornfield, beating black and blue, while holding a vase of lavished roses and lilies. He is unsure how long he will stay there, trying to process what he just saw as the Batplane flies onto the scene, Bruce jumping out of it with a cry of his name.

Batman growls upon taking in the scene before his friend rushes to his side. "What happened?"

"I ugh...I got a flower delivery." He manages to utter, eyes still trained on the spot of the strange kid.

"What?"

"Trust me, I'm as confused."

It turns out that Clark's delivery is not an isolated incident. Over the past three months, various Justice League members have reported similar interactions with the Undead Florist.

Flash got a bouquet while trying to stop Captain Cold. The kid had wandered in the middle of a fight, unfreezing the speedster to hand over yellow lilies and sunflowers from a little boy named Teddy Smith in Central City. He had melted the freeze ray that was shot at him while Barry was in the middle of a panic, thinking he would watch a child die.

One little jingle and message was delivered in a Transatlantic accent later, and the boy was gone without a trace again. Bruce had gone to the scene, trying to find anything that could give him some clue, but he disputed the clear picture of his face and the recording of his voice. Nothing about the boy came up in their systems.

Wonder Woman was next, receiving two large bouquets of roses from a fellow woman she had rescued named Trix Cooperman. Her jingle was slightly smoother jazz , and the message leaned towards romantic than gratitude from a fan, but the boy had delivered it nonetheless.

He also took out Cheetah with a well-placed punch, highly impressing Diana. He had the makings of a warrior.

Then Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Martian Man Hunter, Batman, Martian Man Hunter, Hawkgirl, Aquaman, Zatanna, and surprisingly Vigilante each got their own flower grams.

None of them were able to get any information about the child, seeing as he only appeared when the members were in the middle of a fight, which was driving Bruce mad.

Of course, they had tracked down all the clients but met a dead end when each claimed they had never placed an order with Undead Florist. Even when Diana was holding her rope, the people gave the same answer.

They had no idea why Undead Florist was delivering flowers in their name or where the message that came along with the flowers appeared from. The chilling part was that the messages did actively represent their emotions and feelings towards the heroes, but how the overpowered child knew that was left unanswered.

The other thing that bothered Bruce was that the Undead Florist only appeared when they were in battle.

"Maybe it's because he doesn't know how to find you otherwise," Nightwing suggested at the Justice League-wide meeting.

"He uses a GPS that is locked into the heroes." Batman grunts, not dismissing the suggestion but challenging it, which causes his eldest son to shrug.

"Undead could be following online tips or something. It's not like the Leauge is seen just strolling around the cities, but people tweak when they do happen to see us."

"We could test that. Have a group of heroes just relaxing at a cafe or something. See where he appears and if there is a pattern after monitoring social media." Red Robin suggests, rubbing his chin.

Batman considers it before nodding. "I shall divide the teams."

The Justice League goes out, doing as instructed, and sure enough, they find the Undead Florist appearing more and more. Red Robing happily puts together the pattern, pointing to social media generated by the younger generation's demographics.

Undead Florist is an actual teenager using DCtweets to find heroes to bring flowers to. They have enough proof of that to show he's harmless if one ignores his more than impressive battle skills.

"Now all we need to do is catch him," Clark announces. "We don't want to scare him, but the Justice League really needs to know how he's doing all of this. It could be a security risk."

Meanwhile, Danny chills in his haunt, watching Sam tend to the flowers in a large greenhouse he placed for her. Tucker is typing away on a ghost zone-powered supercomputer, looking at all the Soul orders their business is getting.

The Ghost Zone didn't have a formal currency; they had Deals instead. Even small unconscious deals—like wishing on a shooting star, throwing a coin in a fountain, or sending a prayer or two—could be turned into deals if a higher being encountered them.

Luckily for those people, Danny and his lovers are very kind higher beings and choose to complete their requests in a way that satisfies all of their obsessions without stealing souls.

Sam got to spread her greenery across worlds, Tucker got to spend time with tech from different universes and Danny was able to explore and protect the souls of humans.

That Danny could exchange these Soul orders for gold was no one business but their own.

"Ohhh, another order, Red Robin, from Universe Nine!" Tucker crows. "It's roses in the shape of a heart from Kon-el. Aw, he's in love with his best friend!"

"That's sweet." Danny smiles, leaning over his boyfriend's shoulder to read the message he must memorize when he struts into Gotham. "I know how much fun dating best friends is."

"Let's help those losers confess then!" Sam calls, raising her hands as roses of various colors burst to life around her.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #everlasting trio #Dimension travel #The JL are confused #Danny is a flower delivery boy running a business with his boyfriend and girlfriend #Crack #Just imagine this scranny looking kid wander around #This is after Phantom Planet but no reveal #Just poly powerup #Deals are currency in ghost zone

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scarletevening · 6 months

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𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 [ 𝐊Ö𝐍𝐈𝐆 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎 | 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 + 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀 |

cw: suggestive, non-human/hybrid könig, slightly dubious consent, fem!reader

notes: an eldritch is a horrific monster, often of otherwordly origin, in this case, a sea monster.

𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 by the sea, after a hectic chapter of life, was more than the word 'relaxing' defined. you sat at the beach, having woke up to early due to jet lag, but there you were, watching the dark shy turn morning yellow.

watching the strange figure form in the corner of your eye.

you jerked, looking over to your right, curious. that shadow that made no appearance when you looked. sighing, you turned back, bringing your knees to your chest the cold air making the san a little colder under your bare legs.

it was strange, you almost remembered this moment before. maybe when you were younger, maybe when you came to this very same beach after a previous stressful moment.

but you knew he was with you.

freezing cold, yet you didn't flinch, your skin crawled with goosebumps as those same snakes slithered up your arms.

"you are back, meine frau."

his voice was low, right against you ear, a comforting murmur as more of him wraps around you. tentacles, they were tentacles, but you didn't mind, they were soft, a bit wet, but at least not slimy. they slipped under the thin cotton of your night top, slithering up to wrap around the plush flesh of your breasts, twisting to gently pinch on your nipples, making you moan in pleasure.

you whimper, whine, moaning softly as his human appendages wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his lap.

"i have missed you so dearly."

his voice was a sweet coo, lips dragging down your ear as the tentacles traveling beyond your collarbone. you sighed as you felt the thin tips of rolling flesh push past your shivering lips, a warm welcome coming from you in a sigh,

"you're so warm, könig."

he chuckled, petting your hair, his tentacles wrapping around your tongue, the suckers doing as their name suggests,

"the sea is not warm, engel."

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okay just something i wanted to talk about. first of all, i'm not someone who's super involved with other creators on tumblr, mostly bc im a lazy person, so the author i'm talking ab is not someone i'm close too. @frogchiro is a writer that i really look up too, and she was being harassed by an anon and i genuinely am irritated by the kind of behavior the she received because she wrote about octo! könig.

if you don't like something, scroll.

as of right now, I believe she is completely off tumblr, and i hope the best for her.

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1. angel 2. my wife

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

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heartfullofleeches · 7 months

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hhhhhh hhhh A village with dark roots sacrifices a beautiful woman once every year and pretty amab darling who is both stunning and a traveler to the region is next on the chopping block. Bound and left for dead they're saved by the very spirits that haunt the land and discover the truth while dressing their wounds. The goddess of the lady falls for them between their time in the village and their time while her flock and allows them to keep their mortal form so lonpusseg as they never leave her forest. Darling, a presumably single travel winds up with twenty otherwordly wives who ritualistically drain them all day and night seeking pleasures they'd long forgotten or never knew during their times as humans. Villagers hear distant screams and hang their heads for the lost souls they're ripped from when in reality the cries they hear are darling's pathetic whimpers and moans as they're mounted for the tenth time that evening alone

#It hurts seeing others live your dreams #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere blurb #yandere ghost #yandere oc #female yandere #yandere smut

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cardansriddle · 1 year

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Your girl - (tom riddle x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you always watch him from afar, waiting for the day you would be able to call yourself his girl.

warnings: reader is pining & kinda obsessed with tom. also sloppy writing for this one, sorry folks.

A/N: inspired by lana's unreleased song 'your girl'.

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Your eyes travelled over the pack of chattering students in the Great Hall towards the Slytherin table where he sat with his group of friends. His wavy hair tumbled across his forehead as he kept his head down, focused on the book laying on the table, fingers idly fumbling with the page of the object before he turned it over. You watched him in a trance-like state, head resting on the palm of your hand as you released a small sigh.

He was otherwordly. Gods were cruel for crafting him with their own hands, making him to perfection, making him so irresistible that your heart ached every time your eyes lay on the chiselled features of his face. You could not help it. Your gaze would always find him no matter where you were. No matter what you were doing. You felt like a magnet being pulled towards a being that would swallow you like a black hole and leave you in a pit of nothingness.

Oh, how you desired him. It was agonising. Loving him from afar and knowing you would never be his girl.

He suddenly lifted his gaze from the pages of the book, and it landed directly on you.

You had been caught. You quickly looked away from his blistering stare, heat creeping up your cheeks in embarrassment.

Tom was used to being stared at. He was well aware of the effect he had on people. Everyone admired him. Everyone wanted a piece of him.

But you, you wanted all of him. For yourself.

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The chair dug into your back as you struggled to get comfortable, splatters of ink staining the skin of your hands as you scribbled hurriedly on your parchment. The clock was ticking, and the hour was late. The threat of curfew was upon you, yet you refused to leave the library until you got the essay done before the clock would strike midnight.

As you crossed out a word with a huff, a shadow settled upon you like a gloom of darkness. The air became still, and you slowly rose your head to look upon the intruder who had interrupted you mid-work.

Your breath caught in your throat when your gaze settled on Riddle, looming over you with an indescribable expression. His head was tilted to the side, stare narrowed on your face as if he was scrutinizing your features.

Gathering your wits, you cleared your throat. "May I help you?"

"The library is about to close. I advise you to leave before you stay after curfew."

Of course. He was doing his Prefect duties. He had only approached you because of duty. Nothing else. Disappointment settled in the pit of your stomach like a rock. You felt your soul sink slowly beneath the waves of heartache.

"Oh." You whispered, dropping your stare back to your parchment to hide your expression. "Right. Thank you." You replied meekly, yet made no move to pack your things up. You felt a gust of air, and you looked up to see him leaving, his robes fluttering behind him as he walked away from your form.

The first time he had spoken to you. And it had been a cold, indifferent exchange. Your heart ached once again as you snapped your book shut.

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You walked into the DADA classroom with a frown adorning your face, hands clutching your books as you quickly made your way to your seat, giving a small smile to your seat partner before plopping down in your chair. Almost instinctively, you glanced around the space to find him. And when you did, you felt your blood sizzle with an emotion you had learned to know all too well.

There was a girl leaning on the side of his desk, finger twirling around a strand of hair as she spoke to Tom with a sly smirk on her lips. She leaned closer to him, pointing at something on a book with a perfectly manicured finger, lashes fluttering as he began explaining something she had inquired about. His face was neutral, as it always was, showing no sign of interest.

It was a common occurrence— girls approaching him and asking about something in order to earn a fraction of his attention even if it was just for a moment. Had you been bold, maybe you could have done the same. But you were not. You were way too afraid of stumbling over your words in his proximity and therefore making a fool out of yourself. You would much rather admire him from afar. And dream of things you and he would never do.

You watched, fury boiling inside of you as she lay a hand on his arm and he produced a polite smile before slightly leaning away from the unwelcome touch.

The rejection eased your heart only slightly, but jealousy was burning ablaze inside you still. You watched, from afar, as you always did, heart yearning, aching to be his.

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If there was one thing Slytherins excelled at, it was throwing parties that would leave everyone second-guessing their actions the next morning. You rarely attended those monthly gatherings, the only time when the houses put away their differences and prejudices aside in order to have a great time and drink until their mind had no coherent thought left and was instead clouded with alcohol.

You sipped at your third—or was it fourth? could even be the fifth drink, you had lost count already. The buzz from the Firewhisky had already begun affecting your head, yet you did not stop and kept going drink after drink if only to drive the thoughts of him away from your mind. He had become a permanent resident in the root of your thoughts, and if people said this was the solution to all your problems, who were you not to at least try?

When you had entered the dimly lit common room, you had spied Tom leaning against the wall with arms crossed across his chest, dark eyes discerning, judging everyone who partook in these activities you knew he considered foolish. But for once in your life, you set aside your need to be liked by him and instead allowed yourself to attempt to forget him.

A call of your name drew your mind away from him, and you turned slightly to face the approaching figure who was watching you with a smirk on his face. "I have not seen you attend these things before," Avery said with a glint in his eyes, gaze dropping down to quickly give you a once over before meeting your stare once again. "Decided to give being a good girl a break?"

You squirmed, uncomfortable with his crude attention. "It's only for tonight. Don't get used to it."

"Oh? Perhaps we could make the most of tonight then? Well, don't just stand there, come dance." He urged, his hand dropping to your waist to pull you closer to his body, applying enough pressure to get you to follow him into the midst of mingling people.

You knew it was a bad idea. And you would have pulled away, declined his advances. But when you glanced over your shoulder to where you had seen Tom the last time, you saw his eyes already fixated on you, and you gave in to Avery. You lost yourself in his arms, not fully aware of what you were doing due to the alcohol already fuzzing your brain, but you moved along with him, allowing his hands to run over your curves until the night became a blur.

Yet over time, the intruding images of Tom invaded your head once again, and before you knew it, you were pulling away from Avery and the others to make your way to one of the velvet couches in the common room, plopping down and resting your head back.

Why could you not escape him?

Were you cursed to desire a man who would never be yours for the rest of your miserable existence?

"Pathetic." You murmured to yourself, raising your hands to run them over your face. Just as you began thinking about leaving the party, you felt the couch dip next to you, indicating someone had taken a seat. Your eyes snapped open, and you turned your head to the side to see who had joined you.

"Riddle?" You breathed out in disbelief. When he made no move to speak, you shut your eyes tightly before reopening them. "Merlin, what did they put in that Firewhisky? Great, am I hallucinating now?"

Tom only rose an elegant brow, and perhaps if you had been sober enough, you could have detected the light amusement on his face.

"Why would you assume you are hallucinating?"

"Uh...because, I don't know, you are here? We are talking? We never talk."

"We talked that day in the library." He stated.

You snickered, shaking your head. "I would hardly call that talking. You were kicking me out of the library."

"I was only doing my Prefect duties." He rebutted impassively, before shifting so his arm was resting on the head of the couch and his body was fully facing yours. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He redirected the topic.

"Hardly."

"Why is that?"

You stared at him for a moment, regarding his sharp features before lowering your head to answer his question. "I came here to forget. And I still cannot forget."

He hummed thoughtfully, cocking his head to the side, gaze never leaving your face. "Forget what?"

As if remembering who you were talking to, you snapped out of your wistful trance and waved your hand as if it was of no importance. "Nothing important."

You were well aware he did not believe you, but you were grateful nonetheless when he did not press the subject. Silence settled between you, and you refused to meet his piercing stare.

He was the first to break it. "I have noticed you watching me." He stated boldly, causing you to swallow heavily at his words. Why would he bring that up out of nowhere? Was he here to humiliate you?

When you gave no response, he brought his hand to grab your chin lightly, tilting it up so you would look at him. And when you did, his eyes were clouded with an expression that had your gust twisting in most unwelcome ways.

"I want to know why."

"I—uhm—" You stumbled over your words, unsure how to proceed with the turn of events. "Plenty of people watch you."

He gently shook his head from side to side. "Not in the way you do."

"What way is that?"

"Nothing that could be described with mere words." He replied. You were aware that his touch had not left your skin still, fingers holding onto your face to keep you in place. You sensed his body heat, his knee brushing against your own, and those small contacts had your senses overlapping with need.

"...And how could it be described then?" You asked, tentative, cautious. You were trudging on unfamiliar territory with him, unaware, and unknowing of his intentions. His stare upon you was heated, eyes flickering between your eyes and lips as if he could not decide where to look. He was close. Closer than you had imagined possible.

You gulped, and he brought a hand to rest on your thigh, leaning further to crowd your personal space until there were inches left between you. "With touch." He whispered, breath fanning against your mouth as he spoke. The hand on your thigh was searing on your skin, evoking feelings deep in your gut that you had never felt so explicitly before.

Desire. It was desire coiling in your stomach.

"Touch?" You repeated but he did not give you a reply, only nudged your nose with his before brushing his lips against yours. You froze only for a moment, from shock, before you eagerly kissed him back, heart lurching in behind your ribcage, about to burst through your chest from the overwhelming sensation of his skin on yours. At last.

You moved your lips against his, hand coiling around his neck to tug at his hair— hair you had been dreaming to run your hands through for as long as you could remember. His hand squeezed the flesh of your inner thigh and you whimpered against his mouth.

When you pulled away for air, he licked his lips, as if savouring the taste of you on his tongue. He gazed into your darkened eyes before his lips curled upwards. "That is how you look at me."

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You were searching for him again.

But this time it was different. This time, you were perturbed. You felt ill at ease just thinking about what last night had meant for you. But that was not the main concern. What worried you, was the question of what last night meant for him. Did it mean anything at all?

You shifted in your seat, nursing a goblet of water to hide your anxiety as you watched the doors to the Great Hall, waiting to see a glimpse of him.

And when he finally appeared, with his posse trailing behind him, your body stiffened, and tension coiled around your body like a venomous snake ready to strike.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

You pleaded inwardly, hoping he would somehow sense your internal dilemma and ease your worries even with just a fleeting glance. You waited, eyes trained on him, unwavering. You had longed for him for too long to be kissed and discarded in such a manner. Surely your heart would not be able to handle the ache that would come with his disregard for that kiss. The kiss that had felt more. It had been intimate, passionate, everything and much more.

And perhaps he heard your silent pleas, because the next instant, his eyes were locked onto yours and you watched with your breath caught in your throat as he smirked at you knowingly before looking away. He had caught you watching him in that manner again. And he was enjoying it.

You would be his. You were going to make sure of that. You would do anything to be his girl.

His. His. His. His.

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posletsvet · 4 months

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Mushishi's second episode genuinely is so wild. It goes:

Do you know what happens when you close your eyes?

No, not your physical eyelids. When your very being shuts in and you travel too deep within yourself, stray too far away from the wordly light, kind and familiar, when you close your inner eyes, you may find a path to a place where the true darkness dwells. It's the darkest shade of night you've ever known, and ever darker than that, and terribly deep. Any absence of light in the outside world will pale in comparison to this great nothingness, and any unlit space will seem welcoming with illumination, and the tiniest speck of light will scorch and scar your retinas. And inside that void you will feel something beckoning, something almost eager to greet you back and make you stay. And inside of you, in response to its greeting, you might feel something willing to listen.

But if you're brave enough and curious enough and the darkness won't claim you, the eternal light will. Because there, at the bottom of pitch black emptiness, lies the river of light and it's the throbbing, quivering, shimmering heart of life itself, its beginning and its cradle. And it smells sweet like euphoria and wine and rancid like rotting flesh and humus, and it's the brightest shade of dawn you've ever known. Its ever-changing, undying beauty is entrancing and it will devour you whole if you don't find in you the strength to avert your eyes -- and you won't want to.

And swarming near that luminescent vein, the wondrous and bizarre creatures play. If you look hard enough, you might be able to discern them in the brightness flowing past you. They're simply life at its most basic, its most pure, and they're not like anything you've ever seen. And their shapeless, foreign otherness will take your breath away, but this otherwordly delight will be so profound you may mistake it for fear. Don't be afraid. Even when they feast on your flesh and enter your dreams and sap your eyes of the ability to see, they do not seek to harm you. Beauty tries to colonize you, as does decay, and so nature pulls itself back into balance, perpetuating life indefinitely. And there, at the spring of all things that lies in the thick of the world's putrescence, you cannot look away from it.

Oh, and there's also him. Some random dude wearing a polo shirt. Who apparently only has one eye and, wait— Is he smoking a blunt? Hello, Ginko.

#mushishi #ginko #ignore this it came to me like a fever dream #this show is so bewildering when you try to pick it apart to its essentials #i adore it with my whole heart

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themedialmercurial · 10 months

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✈️🪁Asteroid Vibilia (144) and how you travel🪁✈️ pt. 3

This asteroid was named after the Roman goddess of travel, representing both short and long journeys. Depending on the placement of said asteroid, it can point towards your preferred travel destinations and where you may choose to take a journey - - - 🛩️

P.S this is based on my observations, by all means I’m far from a pro. Take this with a grain of salt and feel free to share your thoughts!

⬇️The first two posts⬇️

Vibilia🛩️ (part 1)

Vibilia🛩️ (part 2)

Aspects to the sun-many prominent and important trips during your lifetime

Aspects to the moon-intimate trips, meant to evoke strong emotion, emotional development

Aspects to mercury-trips involving a life lesson, challenges your way of thinking

Aspects to Venus-trips based on aesthetics, art and love

Aspects to mars-action filled trips, fast-paced, living on the “wild-side”

Aspects to Jupiter-potentially winning a trip to a destination, or winning something during a trip, luck

Aspects to Saturn-trips that are structured/serious in nature (defined itinerary), prominent business trips

Aspects to Uranus-random and spontaneous trips, many of surprises during the vacation, expected events

🪁VIBILIA IN THE NINTH HOUSE🪁

Vibilia especially loves this placement as this house is known to represent travel. The native is likely to indulge, as often as possible in long travel journeys where they can immerse themself in a culture different from their own. They'll likely learn as many languages as possible (not necessarily fluent but they'll retain what they've learned during their travels), will find great growth opportunities and will overall find luck wherever they venture. People with this placement are also likely to enjoy fast-paced environments though due to their natural open-mindedness, they surely would fit in no matter where they go. The individual might, once they return home, find themself aching for the next destination as they tend to exude a lot of restless energy when they feel stagnant in life.

🪁VIBILIA IN THE TENTH HOUSE🪁

This native will travel for work-related reasons, as a means of boosting their career or in simpler terms, business trips. Not that the native won't be able to have fun, it's just that's not the goal of the trip. There will be limitations and responsibilities that ensure that the primary focus is their job. Also, this trip will be cost efficient and not very luxurious as it'll be mostly if not entirely covered by their company. Much discipline is required to reap the true benefits of their endeavour. The native may be granted more authority and choices to make concerning the future of the company they are employed at

🪁VIBILIA IN THE ELEVENTH HOUSE🪁

The native will travel with a group of friends and likely just for fun to celebrate life. This trip can be well planned, being a goal the native wanted to carry out for a long time. This destination choice can be entirely different to the place the native calls home and lots of partying comes to mind as that's not something that occurs in everyday routine and it's quite "rebellious" in nature. Also, there can be events in which people are expected to dress "otherwordly" and perhaps competitions come to mind such as the world's biggest pumpkin or sand sculpture and even new technological developments. Overall, this native will have to expect the unexpected, making for many memories for years to come.

🪁VIBILIA IN THE TWELFTH HOUSE🪁

The native may travel for reasons related to spirituality and to find themself after experiencing a shift in consciousness and their personal beliefs and, if they aren't aware of this reasoning prior to their travels, they'll surely become aware during the journey. This individual will have to confront their fears, likely alone (solo traveler, can be a remote location away from much civilization, small town energy). There are likely escapist ideas here only to become more aware and develop their morals and values.

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As a collective, water signs would likely prefer travel destinations closer to bodies of water such as an island or coastal environment🏝

As a collective, fire signs would likely prefer travel destinations that are warmer in temperature with sun-filled days 🏜

As a collective, earth signs would likely prefer travel destinations that are mountain-filled along side valleys and rocky places. The Appalachians come to mind 🏞

As a collective, air signs would likely prefer travel destinations riddled with cooler, windier weather🌬

Andddd that's a wrap for this series! I think I’ll stick to one post for all the houses in the future😅

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hntnsshi · 10 months

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Warmth

Vash woke up with warmth enveloping his bare right hand.

The first thing he felt after slowly gaining consciousness was how stiff his beaten up body felt. Stinging sharp sensation poked on his numb limbs, lingering around the countless blooming black and blue scattered across the sun-kissed skin. A hiss escaped Vash's bruised lips— which was coated with a thin layer of a firm-like textured paste. Could this be a healing balm of sort? The scent of mint and crunched herbs filled the blond's nostrils soothingly. Vash enjoyed it.

Everything felt hazy. Vash's mind was in a trance, dazed and lagging while trying to remember what happened previously that resulted in him passing out on a warm, foreign bed without wearing his iconic red Seeds jacket and gears strapped on the waist.

—Wait. Where were his belongings?

Straight away Vash jolted awake. The man gasped and with widened eyes examined his surroundings, now with full-blown alert. His whole body ached, and Vash could feel the scars screamed in pain at how sudden his movements were. Vash swore he was ready to jump outside the window right there and then,

If not for the fact that his gaze caught your smaller hand laying on top of his rougher ones.

As an independent plant, and a lonesome one who had traveled to the ends of the world for years without any kinds of company, sometimes Vash easily forgot how warm a human's body was compared to an otherwordly existence such as him. The last time someone bravely held his hand was when Rem was still around. His mother figure who would dote on him and his twin brother as she entwined her slender fingers without fear. Lovely, gentle Rem who he lost hundreds of years ago.

And now, once again, that forgotten warmth Vash craved for had blessed him with its comfort in the form of your sleeping form. Hands entangled together with each other on the white sheets, basking under the warmth of the morning sun.

Vash quivered. The corner of his eyes felt a bit damp as he grasped your hand back with a certain lightness on his gentle clasp.

He hoped you could stay like this forever.

#trigun stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede #vash #reader insert #yanz writing

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Royalty Prompts

It was close, but Royalty won the poll, so here you guys go!

1. A human prince finds himself engaged to the Queen of monsters in order to build an alliance between their two kingdoms and ease tensions between their peoples.

2. Royal is a prisoner of war to the barbarians that sieged and nearly succeeded in taking their kingdom. Luckily, their armies have held them off so far, but Royal isn’t sure how long their people can stand without them. Or—the more they live amongst the barbarians—how much they deserve to keep their homeland based on its history.

3. A royal emissary is traveling on a starship to scout out the kingdom and planet of their Monarch's upcoming marriage alliance. Unbeknownst to them, the nice fellow passenger they've been building a friendship with is the Monarch's future spouse who is traveling home after attempting to learn the customs and culture of the Monarch's home planet. However, it seems there's been a misunderstanding about the emissary's identity: the future spouse believes they're the Monarch in disguise.

4. Overthrowing the kingdom was supposed to be the hard part, but now that the commoner-turned-royal is on the throne, they realize that being ruler is much more complicated, especially when half the kingdom wants them dead, and they don't know who they can trust.

5. The Kingdom's ruler is despised by everyone but their poison taster. Because of this, their food is poisoned almost daily, which is why the taster--secretly a creature who lives off consuming deadly poisons--likes them so much. They are living in the lap of luxury with this job, and all they have to do is keep switching out the bad food with something good.

6. A royal runs away from their kingdom and into the dark woods, inadvertently stepping into a faerie circle. The fae that steals them does not know what they’re getting until it’s too late: an incredibly spoiled, over-demanding, oblivious brat with no self-preservation skills.

7. The crown prince/princess has never felt the danger of living on the outskirts of the dark woods. In fact, they often take rides or trips into its depths and have never seen anything so strange as the rumors say. Unbeknownst to the kingdom, and themselves, the forest is biding it’s time with the future ruler’s ignorance, for they are a changeling switched at birth, and when the current monarch dies, it will finally be the otherwordlies’ turn to reign.

8. A magical assassin is sent to kill the current monarch of a kingdom, but when their window comes, they take pity on them and transform them into an animal instead. Now the assassin is masquerading a very bitter ruler as their familiar while lying to their teammates/bosses about their death. They also sort of wish the spell did not include the telepathic link, because they don’t need to hear the monarch calling them names on top of everything.

9. The second sibling of a royal family is kidnapped by a dragon who is very intent on keeping them. Once they get past the mortal terror of possibly being barbecued or eaten alive, it’s quite nice being treasured.

10. A too soft king/Queen is overthrown by conspirators and sacrificed to the mountain dragon by their superstitious people. The dragon takes the monarch away much to the people’s glee, but instead of killing them, they take them back home to the mountain peak. The dragon is horrified that these humans can keep sacrificing their own, especially their own ruler.

11. A royal guard must flee a recently usurped kingdom with their young royal charge. Their only hope is that one day, when the royal is old enough, they might be able to return to take the kingdom back. In the meantime, they must go into hiding. A chance encounter with a morally gray city thief gets them new identities, a place to stay, and more found family than they bargained for.

12. The crown prince/princess has always had a weak constitution, so they see the royal apothecary daily for tinctures and elixirs. Their childhood apothecary retired a couple years ago, replaced by a younger apothecary they once apprenticed. With their constant contact and the apothecary’s complete understanding of medical problems that others find tiresome, the royal can’t help but grow attached.

#prompt #prompt list #royalty #fantasy #fantasci #fantasci writing #pen’s prompts #arrange marriage #royalty x royalty #royal x servant #writblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #writing prompt

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minicoffee00 · 6 months

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My Angel Amren x Reader

Plot: Amren finds her mate once she is resurrected into High Fae but she’s in denial and doesn’t think she is deserving of a mate.

Warnings: heavy fluff (finally) little angst at the start

You'd watched as the cold otherwordly woman had sacrificed herself to the Cauldron. You look over at Feyre shocked, Amren didn't know it but you felt a certain bond with her.

You'd talked to Rhys who was just as confused as you were. When he was in your mind it didn't feel like a mate bond, and he couldnt smell it when you were both in the room. He said he'd get Clotho and Gwyn to do some research for you to find out the tug you felt to her.

Once she was subject to the Cauldron, when she came out in her god like form, tears formed in your eyes, knowing you'd never get a cooling hug to snuffle out your burning heat of your Autumn Court veins. You'd never see the twinkle in her eyes when you gifted her things you'd found on your travels as Rhysand's Night Court Bounty Hunter.

"No" you'd said as the gaint bird like spirit took flight burning through the warriors outside the Cauldron, Feyre came to your side and held you as your knees collided with the floor.

After loosing Amren, you were in a bloodbath daze. You'd run out the room pulling your hood up and slaying anyone and everyone that got in your path. You were trying to follow Amren's true form, hoping that she could return to her mortal body. That there was a spell to undo what she had done.

You didnt snap out of your daze until a scream similar to yours that held untamed power rumbled over the lands.

You looked over seeing Feyre gripping at your High Lord's dead body and the sight made you freeze, yet the power didn't transfer it lay stagnant in Rhysand's body as if expecting him not to fully leave this world.

Feyre begged the High Lords, until she had to resort to threatening them, you came up behind all of them. You were a sight of power right now, the blood of Hybern Warriors covering your face. You stepped up, sword at the ready to challenge any High Lord to a duel if they didn't obey your High Lady's wishes.

"I suggest you listen to my High Lady and get to fucking work" you grit out, immedielty Hellion bends down extending part of himself out to Rhysand. After this the others followed in tow, you didn't have to even growl out your threat at Tamlin who seemed to have already made up his mind and help.

Everything went so quickly as Rhysand was gifted life, and he'd dragged Amren back from the pits of the Cauldron. She emerged in a High Fae body, and as your eyes locked on her's you felt you whole world click into place. The tug towards her, you mate. And it finally made sense why the bond wasn't fully there before.

Your soul was tied to Amren's bodied personality and her form, not the death god that was inside her all that time. You couldn't be tied to a god being a mere bounty hunter.

But now that Amren was here in a High Fae form, she could even feel the bond and her eyes didn't waiver.

"Interesting" Rhysand add's from below you as he watches between you and Amren, now being able to feel that mate bond the two of you held.

"It's not possible" Amren spat out looking over at you. In seconds you were running over to her, jumping into her arms and holding her face inbetween your two hands, looking over every part of her face, to make sure this was real and you hadn't given up on the battle field and had joined Amren in the End.

"Amren, I know now" you voice lets out a breathy sigh. She keeps holding you, rubbing her cold hands that you'd grown to love up and down your arms, testing for herself that staticy feeling from the bond she felt when she touched you.

"Know what?" she asks making eye contact with you.

"Why there was a tug to you before, I've been falling in love with you ever since i came to the Night Court to help Rhysand when Azriel found me. And i never understood this bond i felt between us, i should have trusted myself"

"I - also hold a certain level of affection for you that is above what i hold for most" she admits looking at you. She takes your hand dragging you away from the crowd that was still milling about.

Once you are in a secluded location, her thumb swipes across your cheeks, attempting to rid the crusting blood that remains.

"Oh god, i must look awful right now" you admit worry flooding around the bond.

"Mmmmm you look gorgeous my terrible little bounty hunter" she says, her voice icy making a shiver run down your spine.

"I'm yours?" you breath out.

"Always my mate" she smiles diving her head into your neck, sniffing in deeply to hold you sent, burning logs and sunshine.

A/N: Do you guys have any really good Acotar recommendations for me, on Wattpad. I just finished reading A Curse for True love right after finishing ACOSF and now I’m moving into House of Earth and Blood but I low-key am feeling the ACOTAR emptyness!

Also once I’ve published my Lucien, there’s going to be another upcoming post, so your guys know what’s to be soon!

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#amren acotar #amren #amren x reader #acotar #acomaf #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #a court of mist and fury #acowar #acosf

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raini-day · 3 months

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Fantasy manga reccs for folks that liked Freiren, Dungeon Meshi, and Witch Hat Atelier

1. Is what you liked about DM dwarves promoting good lifestyle habits and giving exposition about monsters? You might like Soara and the House of Monsters! A girl raised to be a monster hunter meets a group of dwarves who build houses for monsters and stars traveling with them.

2. Did you know Dungeon Meshi isn't Ryoko Kui's only series? The Dragon's School is on Top of the Mountian is a collection of oneshots all packed with the Ryoko Kui charm.

3. Do you enjoy fun magic item crafting and a relationship between a long-lived elf and a human? you might like Elf to Shuryoushi no Item Koubou! Magritte is a magic item craftsman who, along with her assistant and bodyguard Yura, fulfills all sorts of requests for magic items.

4. Do you like when series really delve into the how and why of logistics? You might like The Dragon, the Hero, and the Courier! It follows the daily life and trouble of Yoshida the half-elf, a dedicated postal worker who delivers all sorts of strange and mundane letters.

5. Did you know witch hat has a cooking manga spin off? now you do! Witch Hat Atelier Kitchen is extremely cute & domestic.

6. Shinozaki-kun no Mente Jijou is a modern fantasy about an ordinary office worker finding out there's a lot about himself he never knew about - turns out his body has been modified to hold all sorts of magical machinery. The thing with machinery though - it needs maintenance

7. Shoulder-a-Coffin Kuro follows Kuro, a strange traveler who carries a coffin on her back, two shapeshifting twins she's adopted, and the talking bat who lives in her coffin as they wander the land looking for a certain witch. Whimsical & melancholy, this is one of my all time favs.

8. Akagami no Shirayukihime follows the life Shirayuki, a herbalist, and the people around her. It's kind of hard to sum it up with one thing because it's a pretty long series where a lot happens! It's got really lovely art, fun worldbuilding & extremely charming characters

9. Hakumei and Mikochi are two teeny women who live in a house nestled in the roots of a tree. Lots of them cooking, building, exploring and visiting friends in strange places. I really love the background designs and detailed art of objects! My fav chapters are the market visits. This one's another of my all time favs!

10. Otherwordly Izakaya Nobu! More food in fantasy because you can never really get enough of that. A bar in modern japan inexplicably opens its front door into a fantasy city. Each chapter different people come to the bar to talk about their lives and enjoy japanese food.

11. Radiant, a pretty classic fantasy shounen by a french artist - it's on this list primarily because I looooove the art, especially the backgrounds. It's got some fun magic item worldbuilding as well.

12. And to finish off these reccs, Wandering Witch: The Journey of Elaina. This one's closest to Freiren in terms of who I think will like it. It's about a witch, her slow paced journey around the world, and the people she meets along the path.

#manga reccs #manga recommendation

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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ok weird idea but hear me out

you and Childe being good friends until his work with the Fatui and the Traveler starts pulling him away, filling up his time. you really don't mind, even if it makes you sad that you're seeing him less, but you can see how his busy schedule weighs heavily on his shoulders, how tired he looks and how weary his normally playful grins are. he starts visiting less and less, and you stop seeing him out in public, apart from when he's with the Traveler.

it hurts your heart, but you say nothing. how can you complain, when he's the Eleventh Harbinger and you're just a simple civilian?

but it still hurts, no matter how hard you try, and perhaps the gods or the Abyss noticed your pain because one particularly bad night you're approached by something. it's otherwordly, painted with fiery colors like red and orange and speckled with hot, burning stars. it's even given itself a name- Enjou- and speaks to you lightly, like you're an old family friend.

it asks you to join them. whoever "them" is, you don't know, but Enjou muses that you don't have much up "on the surface" anyways, so won't you join them, where you could be so useful? in exchange, you'll be granted one wish, anything your heart desires.

you know Enjou speaks the truth, and perhaps there truly is somewhere you can be of help instead of a hindrance, so quietly, in almost a whisper, you make your wish.

you wish to be forgotten, so when you vanish it won't cause pain for anyone. Enjou nods, kinder than almost any human you've met, and perhaps the Abyss shall be your new home.

and so Childe forgets you, along with all your friends and family. it's for the best, you think- he deserves to spend his time with someone strong, like the Traveler, and you follow the Thing Calling Itself "Enjou" into the darkness. Childe doesn't even notice the gap in his memories- that's how your wish works, see, you don't exist to him anymore.

but nothing, not Celestia nor Abyss, could make Foul Legacy forget you, the person he loves the most.

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #gi ajax #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #genshin x reader #childe x reader #i'll be honest i have no idea what this is but boy is it something!!!#i've had this idea kinda brewing in my brain for a bit #so WOE BRAINROT BE UPON YE!!!#*breakdances gently* teehee <333 #short scenario #wifi's brainrot #good afternoon :)#it's still morning in my heart tho

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vaalthus · 3 months

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The Star-Eating Serpent, The Hyperhydra (speculation)

With the release of the most recent inn bosses this month, we now have confirmation that the Hyperhydra faced in the Forgotten Beasts challenge board is not the serpentine creature being referred to in the Empress' recounting of Atealan history and is instead a very ominous single-headed green snake entity.

If I'm being honest, I find this design of the creature to be rather appropriate as the color of its skin, along with the greenish gas flowing out of its nape, would seem to suggest the entity's scales are either coated or made of Trithril, the mineral that was present on the homeworld of the Atealan people.

The genius of this design is that it explains why and how such an otherworldly creature is capable of devouring stars to begin with.

As explained by Ra'Ta and Eirn, Trithril is capable of acting as a protective layer for things traveling through environments that produce magical radiation or harsh magical conditions such as the rifts, the Void, and the Mana Core.

Being either made of Trithril or coated in it would offer the protection this otherwordly beast would require to travel space and devour stars without having to worry about the danger those stars pose. I imagine it would also make traveling space easier as well.

My confusion in trying to piece the mystery of how this animal operates is that I can't begin to picture the reasoning behind its feeding. The Empress tells that the TSS was a devourer of her children, yet this seems to only have taken place after the beast took notice of them sometime after they established their people's culture, possibly meaning it hasn't been hunting and devouring them since their infancy as a species.

Furthermore, the serpent is known to be a devourer of not just stars but planets as well. Now admittedly, this designation of being a 'world eater' could just tie back to the fact that the snake was eating the life on worlds that the Atealan inhabited and therefore them as well. However, I would like to posit a theory that the Star-Eater wasn't eating the Atealans, as well as any other life that existed alongside them, specifically but rather the actual planets.

In the objective card for this otherwordly creature, it is outlined that it fed upon the power of both stars AND planets.

The implication here that the planets it consumed had a power worth devouring to begin with. The question here is what? I believe the answer to that is simple: it's Trithril. You see I believe that the serpent was seeking out worlds rich in minerals potent in Trithril so that it could devour stars safely afterword, as well as be protected by other forms of magical radiation. As a consequence, it's scales would be either coated in Trithril or eventually turn into Trithril as it continued to eat more planets that contained the mineral.

Now a terrifying theory here is that Trithril is a mineral only the Atealan's were capable of producing which leads back to the Empress' claim that the serpent devoured their children, the Ateala. Meaning the snake was specifically eating Atealans or at least seeking worlds where they were present.

How exactly Atealan do this I'm not sure, likely ties back to their connection to cosmic energy and the stars, but if so it kind of means they would have always been in danger of this serpent hunting them throughout the cosmos no matter how many worlds they fled in the past, until its recorded defeat by Unael Anohrin of course. Unless of course the death of Atealan can lead to formation of Trithril which if so, well that's kind of dark.

On a side note, I find it curious that the serpent has the same exact golden ornament attached to its head as the Atealan Standard helm:

Not sure if it means anything but it is an interesting detail.

Speculation on what the Star-Eating Serpent was consuming exactly and why, it's existence does bring up one important question:

WHAT THE HECK IS THE STORY BEHIND THE HYPERHYDRA!?!?!?

No seriously for the longest time this three-headed monstrosity was like the only candidate to point to when guessing what serpent was being referred to in the Empress' song, but now that thought-process is dead in the water.

At the time, I could see why it made sense to make the connection to the Ateala, what with the title of being an Eater of Stars alongside that all too familiar blueish starry theme its got going on but now I'd like to make a new guess.

I now believe that this forgotten beast may have been a creature that was or is present in the overall Elemental Plains. Now that seems like an odd guess to make until you look at the background behind it.

I can think of only one other place where we saw two celestial bodies, one black and the other white, orbiting one another.

The very top of the Exaltia Tower where we face off against the Engineer and see the Exalted Artillery cannon. A place that was very much present in the Elemental Plains.

However, if this true, what then are the small stars being referred to that the Hyperhydra apparently consumes?

Normally, I like to not be so presumptuous that gameplay completely translates to lore, at least as far as the inn is concerned anyway, but I do wonder if the hydra's ability to cycle through all eight prime elements to attack could or does answer that question given that the prime elements have been referred to as "stars" before and have even been given that imagery, at least symbolically anyway, in the Engineer fight. But again rough speculation at best.

Ah but I believe that concludes my thoughts on these serpentine beasties.

#dragonfable #dragonfable lore #dragonfable theory #Star-Eating Serpent #Hyperhydra #Curious that the SE serpent objective card said it was brought low by the Unael #that has many meanings but the one I'm particularly familiar with is forcing someone or something into subservience #I wonder if by chance Anohrin didn't kill the beast but rather forced it to serve to protect the 'stars' as the Empress put it #giving clarity to the “and with them protected as one” line #Unlikely possibility still because like why would you risk something like that eating your people again?#Atealan

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Aylin and Isobel are chilling together in a corner of the camp. Of the post-Act 2 convos this is the one I'm most interested in. Because let's be real, Shadowheart needs some answers, and she needs them yesterday.

And she is here to demand them.

"What do you know about me? You spoke of my past, being chased by wolves. I told no one about that..." Her eyes flick to Hector for a fraction of a second. "Almost no one. But I certainly didn't share that with you."

Aylin looks at her with that peculiar otherwordly intensity which seems to be her default state. "There is nothing I can tell you that you do not already know yourself," she says. "They trained you well, trained you hard. Chiselled away any part of you that did not fit their plan. They made you forget."

Shadowheart's eyes flare defensively. "I chose to do that," she snaps. "For the mission. To protect Shar's--"

"--secrets. Yes, yes," Aylin says calmly. "That is an old song, girl. Your goddess cares more for her precious secrets than she does her devotees."

"Get to the point," Shadowheart snaps, shifting uncomfortably.

"When you freed me," Aylin says, "you severed a bond between me and that dog, Thorm. A bond of pain - his, inflicted on me. When I laid eyes on you, I sensed a similar bond. You, tethered to two others, someplace distant. Let me help you remember."

Hector is standing off to the side, listening to this conversation; he is concerned for Shadowheart, but it is not his business to interfere. So he's surprised when he suddenly feels the tadpole in his head squirm eagerly, still a strange sensation even after all these months.

Narrator: You feel Shadowheart's mind tug at the edges of your own. You know this sensation. She wants you to see whatever is about to be revealed.

He blinks, startled, and a wave of unexpected warmth rushes through him. He and Shadowheart have had their share of quarrels in the time they've traveled together, but he has always been concerned for her well-being, and she wants him here for this, present with her, as a support for whatever is to come.

It means more to him than he suspects he will ever be able to say out loud.

Open your mind to that sensation.

Narrator: Your mind joins with Shadowheart's. Something pulls at you both, bringing you elsewhere...

They are back in the memory Shadowheart showed him once before. The young girl lost in the woods. The wolf with its slavering jaws. The Sharrans closing ranks around her, protecting her...

Only this time it is different. The wolf is not a wolf...but a man.

Where the wolf stood previously in the dream is now a fallen elf with deep black hair, surrounded by the Sharrans with their spears drawn, cutting him off from the girl. One of them strikes a blow across his head and he falls still.

And the girl, her eyes full of fear, is led by one of the cloaked figures back into the dark.

Narrator: You remember that it is a common rite amongst Selune's followers to send their children off into the woods to find their way home. Perhaps this time it had gone awry. It seems that one child never came back. She was taken.

The vision clears, and Hector finds himself staring at Shadowheart, who has gone even paler than normal.

"What... who was that man?" she whispers.

"You already know," Aylin says gently. "Did you not see yourself in him? Do you not recognize your own blood?"

Shadowheart swallows. Almost without realizing it, she reaches out, gripping one hand on Hector's forearm to steady herself. "My father?" she says faintly. "That was him?"

"That *is* him," Aylin corrects her. "He lives still. And your mother too."

Shadowheart begins to shake her head desperately. "No. It can't be. I'm an orphan."

"And who told you that?" The sentence snaps out of Aylin like a burst of thunder, a roll of drums - a call to action. "Your adoptive family?" She shakes her head in answer. "You are not to blame. You were young, impressionable. They took you because they wanted to break and remake you." She steps forward, puts a hand on Shadowheart's shoulder and stares into her eyes intently. "But you are a child no longer. You are a woman. One who knows what must be done."

Shadowheart hesitates. Her back straightens a little, her shoulders stiffening. She looks towards Hector, and he can see the lost look in her eyes warring with something that might be determination - or hope. "My parents. I... need to save them..."

It would be very easy to crow over her in this moment. To point out the ascendency of the Moonmaiden over Shar, that Shadowheart herself was born a Selunite. But he would never, in a thousand years, say such a thing. She knows; she sees the situation as clearly as he does, and has had no time to process it.

"I'll help," is all he says. Because of course he will. There is no question of it.

He can see the way the gesture of support takes hold in her. She smiles, just slightly, and her jaw sets with more assurance.

"Your parents are with your abductors," Aylin says crisply. "You will need to return to their lair. But be warned. You may have once thought of them as comrades, mentors, friends, even lovers. They will all be enemies now."

She tilts her head thoughtfully at the younger woman. "You have been forewarned for what its to come. But not yet forearmed."

Her hands twist before her in some sort of divine incantation, and a spear sizzles into being in her grip.

Not just a spear, actually. The spear - the Spear of Night which Shadowheart tossed aside at the moment of her betrayal of Shar.

Observe silently.

"The Spear..." Shadowheart murmurs. "How do you have it? I threw it into the Shadowfell."

Aylin smiles, without humor. "Shar is quick to discard whatever she has no use for. I think you know that well enough. But I felt it call to me as I took flight. Whatever Shar calls her own, Selune has equal claim to. They are one and the same. Their power is matched, and mirrored."

She holds out the spear to Shadowheart, the pale glow of moonlight shimmering through the handle around her fingers. "Take it; you will find it useful. What you do with it - that will be up to you. Same as before."

"I'll... need every advantage, it seems," Shadowheart says cautiously. "Thank you."

"A debt repaid," Aylin says gravely. "You returned my life unto me. Now go and claim your own."

As Shadowheart's fingers close over the haft of the spear, there's a bright flash of light over the back of her hand, and she flinches, cries out softly with the pain. "Nngh. It hurts..."

Hector scowls tightly. Even now, Shar still seeks to crack the whip over her, after everything that has happened?

Aylin looks towards him, and he sees his disgust mirrored in the aasimar's face. "Shar torments you still," she says quietly to Shadowheart, and there's a ripple of anger under the words now. "What a spiteful creature she is. This will not stop until you take action. See that your parents' sacrifices are not in vain. Allow the Moonmaiden to guide you at last."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #:( :( :( :( :(#i'm actually impressed with myself because I was right about a few details of this twist that weren't super obvious #but yeah #hugs for shadowheart please #poor kid :(

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