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abysswalkersknight · 5 months

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A sequel to this drabble. Though I admit it was a little harder than the other.

While writing half of this I was thinking about that scene from the movie storks when they fight the penguins.

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He truly didn’t know what was worse, protecting his son from his past self or this.

His dear son, curled up in the throes of slumber against the chest of that loathsome heathen who so daringly has his arms wrapped loosely around his boy’s torso, leering down at Lilia from his chin’s perch on silver’s shoulder ‘what’s the matter old boy, that glare doesn’t suit a cute face like yours’ Lilia scowls at him and replies with an all too familiar gesture that would surely have Silver reprimanding him were he awake, alas twas not so instead his precious son was captured in such an image that Lilia would be cooing all over him, if it weren’t for this one abhorrent factor, who knowingly smirks back at Lilia with all the smugness more suited for a mischievous cat.

After the small incident where Lilia had beat the ever loving daylights out of his younger self, poor Silver had been wracked with miserable guilt despite his father’s protestations, claiming that he had been careless and had startled Vanrouge, thus to Lilia’s displeasure he wanted to make amends with the wild fae but ever since the incident Lilia had practically glued himself to Silver’s side whenever the general was in sight even going as far as to hissing at the fae whenever he thought he was too close to his son. As such Vanrouge kept a wide berth with his head down low and Lilia would have gladly left it at that but of course when it came to things like this Silver was rather persistent. For days Lilia watched scornfully as his dear boy ventured out to look for Vanrouge, sometimes he just couldn’t understand the extent of Silver’s kindness. Just mere days ago he had been attacked by the very fae he was searching very intently for and still Silver wishes to apologise to make amends no matter how many times Lilia tried to advise that it was near impossible to reason with a beast like him at that age, the bloodlust was too far ingrained and hadn’t time to rust away. But never did Silver give up and every time they found Vanrouge he would harshly refuse whatever Silver brought as a peace offering, personally Lilia was rather offended when the rats were rejected, it took him hours to catch all of them at Silver’s behest, but oh well more for Lilia. It had been this way for some time until suddenly one day Vanrouge was found begrudgingly eating risotto next to a triumphant Silver, really what was Lilia expecting, of course his son was capable of taming even the most rabid of beasts. But did it really have to be this beast? ‘Pray, do tell how this came to be? You’ve better not be holding him hostage, Vanrouge’ he growls hands on his hips and eye almost irritably twitching as his son shuffled in his sleep and almost buried his face in the general’s neck ‘why I’ve not the slightest clue myself, the poor thing just waltzed in here all dazed like and next thing you know he’s crawling up to me before dropping like so’ he smugly explains, nuzzling his cheek against silver locks. Oh you little…

The snide, conniving look he gives Lilia gives him the unshakable urge to bloody it black and blue again ‘why there was no hesitation whatsoever, he must have mistaken me as his father or something’

‘Of course he would, we have the same face!’ As much as he’d hate to admit, Silver’s recognition was never the best whenever a sleep spell hit him and Lilia did teach the boy to seek him out when he felt one coming. Oh well it can’t be helped he thinks reaching out to carry his boy off to the comforts of his bed only to gasp in indignation when sharp fangs clamp firmly into his hand. There’s a heavy pause as Lilia stares down at Vanrouge, who curls closer to his son, the promise of a slow, painful death blazing in his crimson eyes, yet the general was not intimidated in the slightest, of course not, what with the firm yet gentle way he manoeuvres Silver off him and down on the couch cushions, all without breaking eye contact or releasing his fang’s grip, so Lilia takes the ample opportunity to seize the ponytail he was so glad to shear off in his youth and send them both tumbling to the ground whose soft rug muffled the thud. In a silent brawl the two fae once again bite and kick at each other, daring the other to so much as make a sound and wake up the sleeping child above them, in a sense to Lilia it was a way to prove to himself that this younger version of him was just as he believed he was, a ruthless monster entirely incapable of caring for others, even if it was merely staying quiet just so his child could nap in peace. Yet as they scrapped Vanrouge refused to yield, showing off his familiar prowess by moving so that like Lilia, any blow thrown and received was muffled in some way. At one point they paused in fear when they heard a soft groan but Silver simply turned around and fell silent once more, suddenly Vanrouge whips out a fork of all things and drives it into Lilia’s arm. Lilia cried out in pain but toned it down to a quiet squeal, he rips out the fork and plunged it into the general’s shoulder who’s face blanked on impact and all of a sudden seized a spare cushion from the couch and screamed into it. Lilia would have found the whole thing hilarious had it been anyone else brawling like this.

In the background a certain Zigvolt raises an unimpressed eyebrow at the strange scene before him, honestly this would be a lot more impressive if the two fae weren’t trying to throttle the other in total silence. Wait, are they mouthing death threats to each other? Usually Sebek would never in his life dare to roll his eyes at Master Lilia but what was he to do? This was far too ridiculous, and Silver was bound to get a sore neck with the position he was in.

The two scrabbling generals didn’t even noticed Sebek walking around them towards Silver where he swung his fellow guard’s arm round his neck and hoisted him into his arms, may as well get him to bed, he thought as he carefully slipped out of the room, looking back to the still fighting Lilia’s, now I understand what Grandfather meant when he said that Master Lilia could be an idiot. Seven help him, these old fae were so oblivious.

#knight's writing #twst #lilia vanrouge #silver twst #sebek zigvolt #Zigvolt's to the rescue once again

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nikethestatue · 8 months

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The weird fetishizing of Gwyn Berdara as some kind of stabby warrior bloodthirsty fiend who endlessly wants to spar, fight, clash and (did I mention) stab everyone around her is...weird.

Gwyn and Elain are needlessly compared to each other all the time, though they are completely different characters with incredibly different, yet similar histories.

Elain is presented as meek, weak and scared, abhorring violence and someone who 'can't handle Azriel's darkness'. Gwyn is presented as a valiant, brave, violent, sword and dagger expert, who is a bonafide warrior. She is a Carynthian. She is a Valkyrie.

The canon reality for both of these character is actually absolutely different from the headcanons that have been assigned to them.

Yes, Elain does not seek out violence. She is not a fighter, she doesn't necessarily like weapons or blood. Who does, though? Feyre couldn't bring herself to fight in the final battle, because it was so horrific, and she was a much more experienced fighter. Nesta wouldn't pick up a sword or anything, until she started training with Cassian. Yet it was Elain--the meek and weak Elain--who took Truth Teller from Azriel and rammed it into the king's throat. One ultimate act of extreme violence, which she partook in willingly. One brave moment to save her sister and her future brother-in-law and give a massive advantage to Prythian's armies.

It was the meek and weak Elain Archeron, who having been turned Fae, still volunteered to go and meet with Lord Nolan, while knowing that he had a grove of ash trees growing on his land, that he had violent dogs and guards. But it needed to be done. The meeting needed to happen, and she did it.

It was Elain who ultimately volunteered to go and look for Trove objects. She wasn't being forced to do it. Again, she knew that it needed to be done and she did it.

Her strength is in that she consistently overcomes her fears and her indecisiveness to make an impact. Yes, she gave back Truth Teller (which was lent to her) and no, she does not like violence. But Elain consistently steps out of the shadows--literally and figuratively--to make a difference. And that is a different kind of strength.

Gwyn was completely powerless at one point in her life--she was caught and she lived through the most horrific trauma imaginable. And Gwyn ultimately stood up for herself with her training, with the ability to learn how to defend herself, so she would not be powerless ever again.

But is Gwyn really the fearless stabby queen that her fans pretend she is? Who did she ever stab, exactly? Who did she ever kill?

She was unwillingly thrown into the Blood Rite and she survived. She lured the beasts to the warriors and they died. Do we assume that she ENJOYED that? That it gave her a bloody good rush to watch men (even violent men) be ripped apart? I doubt it.

Gwyn is a survivor. But as much as people don't like to see it this way, things HAPPEN to Gwyn and she reacts. Nesta invited her to train. Gwyn agreed. The catalyst for all of Gwyn's growth has been Nesta. On her own, Gwyn's done very little actively, other than find out about the Valkyries.

Not only is Gwyn still unable to leave the Library, but she is not even able to deal with Merrill in a mature way. She fears her, and Nesta needed to help her out with the misplaced book.

Elain not only survived the Cauldron (first), and per the King's comment, only the strong can survive it, but she survived the capture, she fought the naga with her bare feet and she insisted that Briar be saved, to her and Azriel's great detriment.

Do you always have to be a warrior to do great and valiant deeds? No.

Gwyn is remembered for her tenacity, her positive attitude, her acceptance of Nesta, her friendship and her intelligence. The whole 'stabby queen' is actually bullshit. She isn't.

The two of them are much more alike actually than different. They both were ripped from their former lives, both had their bodies and psyche irreversibly changed, both suffered at the hands of men and both found strength to go on. Neither is better or worse than the other. Neither one is a stabby queen. Neither one is meek or weak. They are both strong, in different ways. It's time to accept that.

#elain archeron #pro elain #pro gwyn

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violetlunette · 6 months

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Lilia grunted as a force pushed him backward. He managed to stop sliding back further by catching himself, his nails scrapping into the ground.

“Well! I must admit I’m impressed by your tenacity.” Lilia’s ruby eyes flashed crimson as he whipped his head up, growling.

His fangs were out and bared at the vile foe looming above in a cradle of red flowers. However, the man didn’t keep Lilia's attention for long as his gaze kept darting around the area to check on his family.

None of them brought comfort to Lilia’s old heart.

Malleus and Silver were trapped in glass tubes covered with crimson lotus flowers. The plants not only drained their magic but were slowly taking their life force as well.

Both were paler than usual, their skins as white as lilies placed on a coffin. Silver was also decorated with bruises, varying in colors from yellow, purple, blue, red, and even black. He had other marks as well that were hard to identify through the vines that coiled around him like snakes inside the glass. Silver must have fought so hard to protect Malleus.

The prisoners’ expressions were pinched with fatigue and strain, their breaths heavy as they tried their best to fight off the effect of the ensnaring lotus, sweat dripping down their faces as they fought to even breathe.

The sight made Lilia’s pulse pick up a pace. It hurt him to see the children he raised like this. The fae had to fight back the urge to rush forward, grab them, and pull both safely into his arms. As much as it pained him, he had to focus on the fight.

‘I wonder how much longer they have before--’ Lilia clenched his fist, his fingers digging up the soil as he did so.

Malleus and Silver had been captured on a school trip. When Lilia learned of this, he had come to save them along with Sebek.

Unfortunately, it turned out their foe was stronger and more conniving than they imagined. It wasn’t long before the situation turned out horribly.

Sebek now lay to the side, his limbs skewed from multiple broken bones. Blood leaked from a head wound, which rendered him unconscious. Around him, the crimson lotuses were approaching, like hungry beasts about to devour.

“Sebek!” Lilia created a shield just in time to save his pupil from the vines. However, his relief didn’t last even a second. The old General knew that barrier wouldn’t hold long, for Lilia wasn’t doing much better than anyone else.

Countless cuts now marred his body, blood pooling from the deeper ones. He began to realize how much red he lost when his vision began to blur. Lilia growled in his throat, disgusted at himself.

‘I can’t believe I’ve been weakened to this point.’ To the point where Lilia couldn’t even protect the things he loved most.

Lilia gritted his teeth as self-loathing filled him, eyes nearly pinching shut. He never would have imagined he would have become this pathetic, this worthless.

The people he loved most—his student, his Prince, his son—were all dying before his eyes, yet he couldn’t do a thing!

Still, that didn’t mean Lilia was going to stop trying. Not when there was even a single breath in his body.

Lilia made to pounce, to continue his attack--to rip out the throat of the man who hurt his children like this--when something grabbed him from behind. Horror filled Lilia's eyes.

“No!” The vines of the red flowers wrapped around his body, binding him where he stood. Lilia struggled to use his brute strength to break them as his arms were pinned to the side. But if Malleus—a descendant of two dragons—wasn't able to break free, what chance did Lilia have, especially now?

"Dammit!" Lilia could feel the lotuses' powers start to take effect. He was quickly becoming drained of his magic--what little he had--and his legs shook as his muscles weakened. Despite this, Lilia managed to remain standing, through pride alone, if he had to guess. Through lidded eyes, he looked up as a shadow covered him.

The villain was carried down to him by the flowers, which held him like a swing.

The foe’s eyes twinkled in amusement as he watched Lilia, a smug grin across his lips. The smirk infuriated Lilia, sending fire through his skin.

“I really like you!” he hummed, reaching to tilt Lilia’s chin. The gaze looked the shorter man over as he licked his lips. “If it weren’t for the fact you’re so withered by this point, I would take you for my own.” Feeling disgusted-- and insulted--Lilia tried to bite the fingers touching him. Sadly, the other was faster.

The madman laughed at him cheerfully, like he had been told a joke over tea.

“However, I admire that spirit! So, I’ll tell you what;” The fiend was carried away from the fae and towards Lilia’s captured treasures. “since you’ve managed to entertain me well enough, I’ll allow you to take one of your beloveds home. Just one, mind. The other—will belong to me.”

Lilia's eyes blew open, partly from the audacity of this man but mostly from rage, which boiled his blood. How dare he even think about taking what belonged to Lilia?

“Is this all some sick joke to you?” he growled, trying to free an arm so he could punch the other. From the sadistic smile on the villain’s face, that’s exactly what it was.

“Oh, I’m quite serious.” The glass vials holding Silver and Malleus shattered, and the boys dropped. The red vines still bound their forms and dangled them like ornaments from a tree.

“Both are marvelous specimens that any collector would want,” the villain continued as if talking about a painting or a statue.

Heels clicked as the villain stepped down from his throne of flowers. He walked over to the others, first to Malleus.

“The Prince of Briar Valley with the blood of Dragons, descendant from the Witch of Thorns with all her elegance and grace. And most of all, her power.” Lilia snarled, “Don’t touch him!” as the man brushed his hand over Malleus’ face, then ran his fingers through a lock of cold-black hair.

The villain then turned his attention to Silver. Lilia physically hurt himself, attempting to free himself, grinding his teeth so hard it was a miracle they didn't crack.

“On the other hand, this one is quite the prize himself. Fair, noble, kind...And he’s a collector’s item now, isn’t he?” he purred, wrapping his arms around Silver’s form. “Last of his line, after all.” The villain then let out a long, dramatic sigh.

“Ugh! It’s a shame to let either one go when the temptation to have both is so overwhelming--” he drawled, pressing a hand to his lips. He clenched his eyes shut as if the idea of releasing either hurt him. “Nonetheless, as I said, you impressed me. So, I will make the sacrifice and relinquish one of them to you as a reward. One."

He turned to Lilia, a taunting look upon his features. “So? Who will it be? Who will you take home--and who will I keep?”

Lilia stared, a cold feeling rushing through his body as terror filled him. This couldn't be real. He couldn't be serious.

“You… You’re not serious,” he mumbled, a shiver coursing through him. Choose between Malleus and Silver? Both whom he raised from young babes, not even able to walk in the world? Both who he loved and held more dear than anything else?

The mere thought tore his heart in two, more so when he realized that whatever happened next, something was going to be lost.

The man’s eyes narrowed. “I already told you that I am.”

The crimson lotuses grew thicker and tighter around the boys. They gasped in pain, their bodies unable to do anything else. Lilia’s heart beat in panic, his skin becoming a ghostly sheet of white.

“Silver! Malleus!” Lilia wrenched himself forward but was firmly trapped where he was.

The villain dramatically fanned his arms out, holding them to the two on each side as the red flowers bloomed like hellfire. Eyes lit with flame, he bellowed,

“Choose! Choose who you will keep and who you will lose—forever!”

Oh dear. I don't Lilia can choose. So it looks like YOU will have to;

Choose wisely.

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thedevillovesflowers · 5 months

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*gnawing on the bars of my enclosure* I need more angel AU stuff. Headcanons for the 141, more angel info, more parts to the series. I need more hhhhhh

Absolutely!

More of the Angel AU!🪽🪽

-so during the story the group comes across many beasts on their journey, Trolls, fae, orcs etc.

-there is even a dragon encounter.

-but there is one creature that concerns everyone in the group the most, even the reader. Harpies.

-I will be drawing these guys soon, but harpies are not going to be a great encounter the boys have. Harpies are carnivores and have been known to hunt and eat men. And even hunt angels too. They are cunning, and a chaotically neutral species. One may or may not be helpful to our reader.

-graves loves to torment the reader. Lying to her that she’ll see her family again once the king meets her. Or give her the false sense of trust (but we all know he’s just being a conniving psycho bitch :) ). But the 141 boys never liked him in the first place.

-when the 141 realized the true intentions of what the king wants to do, including Graves, they helped the reader escape.

-throughout most of the story, the readers wing is still broken. It takes a while before it’s healed. So a lot of walking! And sometimes being carried :).

- during that time of finding the readers family, the reader opens up more about herself. And she opens the 141s eyes about beasts/creatures, that they don’t deserve to die or be hunted mercilessly. And one by one, the boy grow more and more fonder of you.

-the first couple of the boys to get closer to you is Gaz and soap, their easier going nature settled your nerves. Plus they secretly gave you extra food when you were first captured.

-price was next, he noticed how well Gaz and soap were getting along with you. He starts off slow, then it eventually picks up with more conversation. You ask him about his travels, where he’s been and what he’s seen. You’ve only ever really known your home forest, not much more, so it was endearing to hear about what the rest of the world might be like.

- and ghost….he’s last, but it’s not because he doesn’t like you. He’s just…unsure about how to interact with you. You looked relaxed around the other 141 boys, but not quite with him. And he gets it, he’s not easy to be around, he unnerves people at the least. His armour, his faceplate, everything about him yells hunter, danger.

-but you? The complete opposite of him: soft, kind, innocent. An innocent he hurt. He hurt you, it was his net that made you crash to the earth, breaking your one of your beautiful wings. And the guilt was there, every time he looked at you, flaring up even more so when your kind eyes met his.

-so he’ll protect you, with all that he has, and everything he is. And hopefully these growing afflictions and feelings ghost has for you will go away.

-and Simon prays that the day he has to tell you the truth about what he did to you never comes.

#call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #art #simon ghost riley #soap mw2 #gaz mw2 #price mw2 #mw2 x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod mw soap #call of duty mwii

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beansidhebumbling · 1 month

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Scraps from True Measure of a Name

The breaking of the Lord of Night’s heart did not start in the time of the Archerons. No as tended to be with fae, whose lives were painted with the fuzziness of the last dregs of wine, whose years extended in the echoes of symphonies in cavernous halls, stories began in centuries goneby.

It started in the orchard which was no longer an orchard. With a fae who was now more beast than man. A love torn asunder by fights too dark for the males they were then.

Rhysand’s heart, soft and young, pumping rapidly in his chest as he stole kisses, one, two, three along the well hewn features of Tamlin. Tamlin even in the first blush of his nineties was well built and moaned deeply as he took Rhysand’s cock, moving in clumsy, disjointed thrusts before settling into a rhythm they found with increasing ease each time they met like this, fucked like this, loved like this, chasing a high that was found in Rhysand collapsing draped over Tamlin’s back. In reflection, when whiskey coated his tongue and hallucinogenic powders from the Continent dusted his nose, he knew it was the closest to human he ever felt. That urgent, desperation of first love, bloomed and cultivated in the quiet orchards of spring.

A first love that bloomed slowly and died so quickly. Razed to ashes in blood and betrayal. His mother. His sister. Frozen and unheeding to his cries. His little sister who had never given him silence before now would not, could not answer his pleas. But even still in the cold caverns of his heart he held him. Maybe he clung to it to remind himself that he knew good things once. He was good once.

So when Tamlin took a human over the Wall. A small thing, angry and stubborn, he was jealous. And curious. Because this dull eared human, a pawn who moved like a knight intrigued him. No quiet moves were made. No small advances to be sacrified to a greater play, but leaps, forward and back. She captured a Suriel. Then she did it again. He hears the night whisper of her. How Tamlin may love her.

But humans were fickle, no burning suns but shooting stars. Their beauty tied to their ephemeral nature. And when the knight jumped back over the Wall. Tamlin would not speak to him. No surprise there. He did not want to talk to him anyways. Feels the blood of his sister lace his molars when he tries. This way lies torment a voice warns.

But brave Feyre came back. Beautiful, earnest, stupid Feyre. Fought in mud and cried in dungeons. And her foolish hope began to rub off on him.

#rhysand #tamlin #acotar #drabble #ignore the fact I can't stick to a tense

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kaymarie-bell · 1 year

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Diasomnia spoilers (7-3 / 7-19) but it's a mess

because the update dropped at midnight for me and and I haven't sleep much since Friday hahaha 🌻

I translated 7-1 and 7-2 fully so I'm skipping that for now

Lilia spent the previous night playing games with his online friend, he overslept and was running towards the apprenticeship orientation meeting because he was late

He scolds Silver for not waking him up, but Silver says that he did try. 3 times. But Lilia is too hard to wake up in the mornings.

Malleus and Lilia have to go to the orientation, Malleus tells Yuu that they can visit him to ask more about Maleficent. The NPCs wonder why he even bothered to attend NRC since he doesn't need it, they're afraid of him.

The Third years are all assembled to discuss their options/chosen apprenticeships

Trey: something related to agriculture

Cater: entertainment field

Vil: he's interested in alchemy, but will prioritize his acting career

Rook: something related to archeology. He wants to work at the Isle of Lamentation since he found it beautiful and wanted to discover more hidden beauties

Leona: he's already talked about it with Crowley, he wants to work with his country's mining industry (he pretends that is only because they won't expect much of the second prince, nobody believes him)

Idia: he's going to his practice/apprenticeship on his own because Ortho is an official student now. He'll be working with Olympus, but it's more like a punishment his parents gave him after the whole Chapter 6 mess (😭)

Malleus: he's also interested on the same field as Rook

Lilia: a dropout (seriously)

(first glimpse of trouble 👀) Lilia is not going to any practice because he's leaving NRC altogether. He's been losing his magic (to be continued)

Yuu finally gets to have the communal braincell and shows Mickey's picture to the rest of the first years

speedrun of this scene because I can't do it justice in this format (I love my sons, they deserve better)

The only one with a helpful idea is Ortho (shocker), he thinks the mirror at Ramshackle might be made of a special stone (?) that's normally used to capture radio frequencies. They find an example of this in a textbook: Belle's handheld mirror fron Beauty and the Beast

Ortho concludes that Mickey is not in Twisted Wonderland. He says that they might be able to find a way home for Yuu if they study the mirror further (uh oh)

We're ignoring the implications of that

Ortho asks if Yuu knows anyone from the fae folk that might be of help. Sebek is screaming again before the thought of asking Malleus is fully formed

Back to Lilia. He break the news to Sebek and Silver. He's leaving NRC and wants to move to the land of the red Long (🐉) instead of returning to the Valley of Thorns

He asks them to help him pack. Malleus says that they must respect Lilia's choice.

The three of them go away. Malleus is upset. (oh no)

another speedrun. Lilia's room.

Sebek and Silver are helping him pack, and they go through all the weird stuff Lilia has. Silver finds a box with a ring in it. He thinks is kind of familiar (hint: looks like Aurora's crown) and suddenly feels very sleepy

Lilia confesses that the ring actually does belong to Silver. He had it on him when he was found as a baby. He wanted to give it to him once he became an adult

(the math is mathing fellas)

we also ignore the implications of that (for now) because Sebek found a really cool and legendary weapon. Silver isn't impressed because Lilia uses it to chop wood (😭)

Back to Ramshackle. The first years are staying with Yuu to perform a seance to see if they can contact Mickey

ADeuce convinced Riddle to let them stay by telling him it was a group study session (like I used to do with my mom)

Grim: he can't punish me if I don't study, I'm not from Heartslabyul

Deuce: he made personalized study plans for everyone here (note: not actual lines, just the vibes). The exam season is near

Grim finally starts to ask what Yuu leaving would mean for him. Would he even be allowed to take exams? Would he be alone at Ramshackle? (😭😭😭)

Ace: let's ignore the implications of that

They go to sleep, but it starts snowing and Yuu goes outside

It's Malleus, it's snowing because he's upset

*sad childhood flashbacks feat. Long Haired Lilia silhouette*

Yeah Malleus is definitely going to overblot due to abandonment issues

Yuu breaks the news of the possibility of going back to their world

Malleus *definitely having a mental breakdown internally* :) do you want me to help with the mirror?

Yuu leaves after saying goodbye

Malleus thinks about the Chapter 6 conversation with Lilia

Malleus:...someone to invite me...there is no one left...

#twisted wonderland #twst #diasomnia chapter spoilers #twst spoilers #Diasomnia #wow I love suffering #kay shouts into the void

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the-lonelybarricade · 8 months

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You Are Not Alone - (2/3)

Summary: Captured and held in the dungeons of Hybern's castle, Azriel receives help from the most unexecpted being—a priestess.

This takes place in the A Court of Faded Dreams universe after Chapter 50, though it could possibly function as a stand alone read. I think the context is relatively straight forward, but I definitely recommend reading the main storyline if it interests you!

Read on AO3 ✦ ACoFD Masterlist ✦ Previous Chapter

Azriel was going to murder Jurian.

Of course, he would need to make his way down the list of people he was planning to murder first, and that was currently a long, grotesquely detailed list. At the top was the King of Hybern, who stood smugly behind him, carelessly holding Azriel’s restraints like he was little more than leashed chattel to be sold to the highest bidder.

Which led him to the next person on his kill list—the High Lord perched on the dias above him, as well as the litter of red-headed sons standing on either side of the oak-hewn throne. They were grinning, a pack of hyenas prepared to close in for the final kill.

“A gesture of goodwill,” the King of Hybern said, shoving Azriel to his knees. “Yours to do what you wish. Kill him, sell him, trade him back to the Night Court.”

Beron leaned back in his seat, studying his prize carefully. Azriel’s arms and wings were bound tightly behind his back, and though the chains biting into his chest and shoulders were crafted of faesbane, Azriel still liked his chances of putting at least one of the Vanserras on their ass if they got too close. He curled his lips back into a snarl, wanting them to know that if they took him prisoner, he would do everything in his power to make containing him a miserable, tedious affair. Eris smirked, eager to play the very same game.

“The fae do not give gifts freely—particularly none as valuable as the Night Court’s Spymaster.” Beron tipped his chin with an authority that spoke to the centuries he had sat on that throne. Even an instinctual part of Azriel sensed the power thrumming from the High Lord and begged for him to yield.

He raged against it, baring his teeth at the Lord and his sons. Jurian kicked him in the ribs as retribution, and Azriel snarled. With his matted hair and blood stained clothes, he likely looked every inch the primitive beast the Illyrians were usually accused of being.

“As far as I am aware,” Beron continued, paying no attention to Azriel’s show of defiance, “all debts between us are paid. What is it you seek in return?”

The King of Hybern tipped his head back and laughed. The sound rattled through the chamber—as low and hollow as a wooden knocker slamming against a rotted door.

“Still so careful, after all these centuries. Have I not fostered good will between us?” Beron stared ahead at the King, unflinching in the face of so much power. The King shook his head, the way one might at an amusing, petulant child. “Very well, Beron. I wish to add additional reinforcements to the delegation from my Kingdom.”

Beron’s face was stern. “How many?”

“Three of my commanders,” The King said, then made a sweeping gesture towards Jurian. “And my human general. They’ll be overseen by my niece and nephew, who I’ve heard have been greatly enjoying your hospitality.”

To the right of Beron’s throne, there was a whisper of movement. A flicker of red hair, attracting Azriel’s attention as he watched Eris Vanserra quickly reach out and bunch the back of his younger brother’s tunic into his fist, restraining the furious male with that single gesture. It was so subtle that no one else seemed to notice.

“For what purpose?” Eris asked, calmly, drawing a flat look from his father.

“Their mission is to survey the land. Find the best place to stage our battleground. They’ll be making expeditions into Spring to examine the wall.”

Beron gave a slow, if not displeased, nod. “Very well.”

At that, Jurian delivered a sharp kick to the gap between Azriel’s wings. With his hands restrained behind his back, Azriel had nothing to slow the momentum as he fell miserably onto his stomach with a low grunt. The chains rattled through the throne room.

“Eris,” Beron called.

There was no other instruction. Brown polished shoes came into Azriel’s line of sight as Eris stepped forward—a leashed pet in his own right. Azriel was tempted to spit on the fine leather that stopped in front of his face. From the clamor above him and the way his bindings slackened for just a moment, Azriel imagined the Autumn heir was taking the chains from the King.

Then a sturdy hand tangled in his hair, gripping tightly to yank Azriel’s neck upwards, forcing him to peer into the burning amber eyes of Eris Vanserra.

“Welcome to the Autumn Court,” he crooned.

“I must admit, I was surprised to hear from you.”

Ianthe’s voice had a lovely cadence and an even lovelier inflection. Soft, lilting, so like the chitter of birdsong in the trees overhead. It was easy to see why she had fast become a voice of influence among the priestesses. And though Gwyn had only heard glowing praise about Ianthe, she couldn’t help feeling nervous to be walking beside the High Priestess. Likely because she was so well renowned, and so kind, and Gwyn had not been entirely honest in her correspondence.

“Many of our sisters are understandably cautious about being assigned to the Autumn Court with the current state of politics,” Ianthe continued, leading Gywn past a pair of bronze-armored sentries standing outside the solid oak doors that led into the Forest House. The personal residence of the High Lord of the Autumn Court.

“Of course,” Ianthe said, pushing the doors open with an unsettling amount of comfort, like she was more than a guest to the High Lord—like this was her home. “We have avowed to stay neutral to such affairs. Regardless, I understand that being in a court central to the conflicts can feel intimidating.” They stepped into a long corridor, their footsteps bouncing endlessly down the empty hall. “But it is precisely for that reason that the people of the Autumn Court need our help more than ever. As you well know, it is faith people turn to in times of crisis. They require our help, ordained by the Hands of the Goddess, to lead them out of despair and darkness.”

“I couldn’t agree more, sister,” Gwyn said, feeling only mildly guilty for the lie. She’d had to feign twice as much enthusiasm in Sangravah to get the transfer approved. Even more to Catrin, who strongly felt this plan was absurd. “My mother is from the Autumn Court and its people did not ask to be part of this conflict. I feel strongly that they could use our support, which is why I asked to be assigned under you.”

“It has been a long while since I had a pupil training under me,” Ianthe mused. There was a fondness in her voice that relaxed some of Gwyn’s nerves. Though it was an unexpected and sudden request, there was no reason for Ianthe to suspect Gwyn was there for anything other than enriching her studies as an acolyte.

“I hope you will find my guidance valuable.” Ianthe said, perfectly content to do the majority of the speaking. “And I’m sure there is plenty I will learn from you, in turn.”

Gwyn bowed her head respectively. “I will strive to learn all I can as your humble pupil.”

“I’ve been told you’re very well studied.” Ianthe’s full lips stretched into a smile. When she reached up to push the hood of her robe down, Gwyn was struck by how beautiful the High Priestess was. Sparkling teal eyes and bright golden hair that cascaded down to her slim waist. Charming and gorgeous and clever, it was all consistent with what Gwyn had been told to expect. She could not fathom why someone like Ianthe would choose to work so closely with a High Lord like Beron.

“I just enjoy reading,” Gwyn said, cheeks already growing warm from the praise.

“Research is a very valuable skill. I can already tell you are going to be a great asset.”

Together they turned down a short corridor where on the other end, Gwyn could see a spiral staircase carved from stone. They stopped just before it, at a wooden door which Ianthe opened to reveal a spacious bedroom.

“This is where you’ll be staying,” Ianthe said. “The temple is just up the staircase, so that you can come and go at your convenience.”

“That is very considerate,” Gwyn murmured, peering into the room. It was much nicer than the accommodation she shared with Catrin in Sangravah. Gwyn eyed the large bed with longing, trying to remind herself that she was here on a mission and that it would be foolish to indulge too readily in the luxuries of Beron’s Court.

“Why don’t you get yourself settled?” Ianthe offered her a friendly pat on the shoulder. “Once you’re ready, meet me in the temple for our afternoon service, then I will give you a tour of the Forest House.”

A tour. It would be the perfect opportunity to collect more information, to see what of the Autumn Court’s ties to Hybern would have encouraged the shadows to send her here.

Gwyn flashed the High Priestess her brightest smile. “That sounds perfect!”

“What a pleasure to have one of Rhysand’s dogs as our very own prisoner.”

Azriel had always known that Eris liked to hear himself speak, and he’d truly believed there was nothing that could make the male more insufferable than he already was. As it turned out, Eris’s snide voice was far worsened by the inability to punch him in the face. Regrettably, Azriel’s arms were still restrained behind his back, bound by the chain that wrapped around his neck, his legs, his wings. Two Vanserras hauled him forward by his shoulders on either side. If not for his injuries and the sedative Jurian had given him before they left the Hybern Castle, Azriel would have favored his chances of overpowering them.

Though Eris was capable of winnowing them to wherever Autumn kept its prisoners, he and his brother had decided to drag Azriel through the halls of the Forest House, flaunting their quarry to every courtier and servant that passed them by. It was a means of humiliation, but Azriel was taking full advantage of the rare opportunity to see inside the High Lord’s personal residence. He marked every corridor they turned down, his shadows already slinking away to search for every potential exit. Typical Autumn Court arrogance, betraying valuable intel for the sake of stroking their pride.

“I heard they couldn’t break you in Hybern,” Eris crooned at his back, closer than Azriel expected. “I wonder if a few nights under my care might be more persuasive.”

Azriel gave a low laugh. “From what I’ve heard, a night with you will only leave me disappointed and wanting—” He cut himself off with a low grunt as one of the Vanserra on his left threw his fist into Azriel’s gut.

“Illyrian filth always running their mouth,” he hissed.

“Easy,” Eris chided, unruffled by the insult. “There will be plenty of time for that once we’re downstairs.”

A shadow darted back to Azriel from around the corner. He felt its restlessness, but before it could provide its warning, the Vanserras turned him down the corridor.

Azriel was pinned instantly beneath two pairs of wide, teal-colored eyes. He tried not to stiffen in his shock, desperate not to let his captors know how much the sight of the younger priestess—who looked suddenly to the point of tears—had rattled him. She was wearing the same acolyte robes he had last seen her in, hood pushed back to reveal her rich coppery hair. She raised a freckled hand to cover her mouth, red brows bunched together in abject horror.

No, Azriel internally begged, wishing he had some way to communicate with the priestess that she needed to put her hand back down. You don’t know me. You don’t care about me. I am nameless, nothing.

Ianthe stood beside her, her fair expression arched with intrigue. He was unsurprised that the High Priestess was not grieved to see a prisoner of war, though it made a stark—and almost amusing—comparison to Gwyneth’s outright horror.

“Pardon us,” Ianthe said, pressing a hand to Gwyn’s shoulder to guide her firmly out of the way. “My pupil is young and has just transferred from the Sangravah temple. She’s never been exposed to the facets of war.”

One of the brothers holding Azriel by the shoulder took a breath and Azriel was preparing himself for whatever cutting remark he’d need to repay in blood later.

“Excuse us for the violence, priestesses,” Eris interrupted, with more earnesty than Azriel had anticipated. “We are just transferring a prisoner from Hybern. Continue as you were.”

With that, Azriel was led away. He didn’t dare glance over his shoulder to watch the Priestess as he went, though his mind stayed with her, wondering where she was going, what she was doing here, as he was dragged further and further into the depths of the Forest House.

“You’ll get used to seeing such things,” Ianthe said with a frown that made it difficult for Gwyn to subdue her rapid pulse. She knew she needed to calm herself down or it would become obvious that she was disturbed for more than just a passing stranger. “The Autumn Court is rather blatant with its brutality. Other courts observe the same cruelties and simply keep it better concealed. I find that in some aspects, the transparency is refreshing.”

Refreshing. Gwyn felt nauseated.

She stared after the stone staircase, where the Vanserra’s had vanished with a bruised and bloodied Azriel. So close to where she was lodging… she imagined it had to be a sign from the mother. An indication that she was on the right path.

“I am fine, just a bit rattled,” Gwyn assured the High Priestess, putting a hand to her chest. Her heartbeat thrummed beneath her fingers and she willed it to still. “As you can imagine, I’ve never witnessed such violence before.”

Ianthe touched her shoulder sympathetically. “It will be good to get some exposure, so that you can better understand the adversities that others face.”

“Yes,” Gwyn breathed, numbly. All she could see was Azriel’s wide hazel eyes. He always kept to the shadows in the Sangravah temple, so this was the first proper glimpse she’d had of his face, caked in blood and grime as it were. His eyes were so big, trying so desperately to communicate something with her.

Ianthe was staring at her expectantly.

She forced a smile. “As you say, it is helpful to know the hardships of others, so that we can guide them from a place of understanding.”

“Precisely.

The fingers on her shoulder tightened, then released. Ianthe stepped back, pulling her hood back over her hair.

“Get some rest, Gwyneth,” she instructed. “If you need anything, the servants will be happy to accommodate you.”

Gwyn nodded, bowing to her High Priestess before she slipped into her lodgings and shut the door. She held her breath, listening to Ianthe’s footsteps grow distant as she disappeared down the hall.

Then she cracked open the door, peeking through the slit to see if anyone was coming. It was utterly silent, no approaching footsteps and no one in her line of sight.

So with a great, fortifying breath, Gwyn darted towards the staircase.

“Ready to play, shadowsinger?”

This time, Azriel did spit on Eris’s polished boots. The satisfaction made the sting of the resulting kick to his jaw slightly more tolerable.

“Leave us,” Eris growled to his brothers. There were huffs of disappointment, but the Vanserra grunts did as they were told, scraping the metal door shut behind them.

The Autumn Court prison was as dark as the one in Hybern, but not nearly as cold. The stone floor felt more welcoming without the biting chill of the sea, a mercy Azriel did not expect to encounter. He raised his head to meet Eris’s cunning eyes. The Autumn Lord bore all the self-importance of a sadistic god, staring at Azriel laying at his feet. His nose scrunched in distaste, the way he might stare at a bug he was considering crushing beneath his boot.

Azriel curled his lips back into a snarl. “Give me your worst, Vanserra.”

“Cut the bullshit,” Eris said, crouching in front of Azriel so that they were eye level. The affronting male reached out to straighten Azriel’s torn collar, as though he were making the least bit of difference in the Illryian’s haggard appearance. “I’ve heard your High Lord’s little alliance has decided to help me take the throne, which makes us allies. Things are about to get very ugly in this court.”

Eris was exactly the kind of male who used the term allies loosely. He never helped anyone if it didn’t benefit him in turn, and Azriel expected that meant he would be the Autumn Court’s prisoner until Eris could make a deal with Rhysand.

“And your vicious pets?” Azriel asked, jerking his head in the direction the other Vanserras had disappeared. “I think they might notice I’m not being tortured.”

Fingers dug, hard, into his chin as Eris pushed Azriel’s face back up, forcing their eyes to meet again. “I’ll keep them out of your cage,” He said through gritted teeth. It was clear his hostility was just barely leashed by their alliance. “But I want a favor from your court in turn. To be redeemed at my leisure.”

Azriel jerked his face away, like he’d been burned by the Autumn male’s touch. “I don’t speak on behalf of my court,” he said, seething.

“Then I want a favor from you,” Eris crooned in a sweet, mocking sing-song.

Torture was preferable.

But Azriel thought of those glistening teal eyes, staring at him as if he meant something. He swallowed roughly past his pride. “Only on the condition that the priestess—the red haired one—stays safe. If anything happens to her while she’s in this court, the deal's off.”

Eris raised an angular brow, intrigued, but clearly not invested enough to pry any further. It was enough that Azriel cared about her safety. An exposed vulnerability, but at least for the moment their interests were aligned.

“Fine. The priestess will be under my protection.”

“Deal,” Azriel said bitterly.

The smirk the crossed Eris’s face was disconcerting. Azriel tried not to think too carefully about what manner of favor he’d be called in to complete. He could worry about that after he was free.

“Good,” Eris said. “Then I hope you enjoy your brief stay. Make yourself comfortable.”

Gwyn wasn’t certain how far down they had taken Azriel. She hadn’t realized, until she embarked, just how many levels there were in the Forest House. The staircase twisted downwards indefinitely, growing darker with every step.

It allowed Azriel’s shadows to slip through undetected. Gwyn had nearly shrieked when one jumped out at her four levels ago, tugging at her wrist when she’d been about to push open the corridor. Down, it had told her, and so she kept going. Pausing at every floor only for the shadow to tug her harder. Down.

Down, down, down.

Until she heard footsteps, and paused.

Voices, distant at first, then closer. Bouncing off the stone.

The shadows pulled at her, but Gwyn didn’t need their instruction to dart out of the stairway, slipping through a large oak door. She didn’t let it shut fully—too nervous the sound would alert whoever was coming, and because it allowed her to press her face to the small slit in the door frame.

A pair of red headed males passed by, grumbling about Eris hogging all the fun. They passed by without even glancing her direction, continuing their ascent up the unending staircase. She released a breath once they were gone, counting the seconds in her head. How long should she wait, until she was sure they wouldn’t hear her shut the door?

Glancing behind her shoulder, Gwyn could see that she was in a long, dust-covered hallway, with a single door on the other end. Portraits covered in white cloth decorated the wall and, curiously, Gwyn wandered towards one to lift the cover.

Long, flame red hair greeted her, followed by golden brown skin and bright russet eyes. A handsome male, undoubtedly a Vanserra, though there was something different about him that caused Gwyn to tilt her head to examine him closer. Lucien, she recalled. The exiled son of Autumn.

Well, at least she knew that no one would likely be frequenting this floor.

“What’s this?”

Gwyn shrieked, whirling to find Eris Vanserra standing in the entryway, the wooden door propped open beneath his palm.

“I—” Gwyn scrambled to think of an excuse, and when she came up short, she admitted, “I was curious what was under the portraits.”

He raised a brow. She could tell he didn’t believe her.

“And what are you doing so far from the temple?”

“I think he’s cute,” she blurted, face burning so hot that she hoped it was convincing.

That, at least, seemed to surprise him. But pleasantly. The way a fly surprised a spider when it tangled in his web.

“You think my exiled little brother is… cute?”

“Is this where his room used to be?” She asked, pointing down the hall.

Eris’s expression soured. “Stick to your temple, little priestess. I don’t want to find you down here again.”

There was a threat to those words that made Gwyn feel like she was choking. She bowed her head in shame, hurrying quickly out of the corridor as she mumbled, “Yes, s-Sir. Er, my Lord—Lord Eris.”

He snorted. She couldn’t decipher if it was a sound borne from humor or irritation. He didn’t move as she skulked back into the stairwell, forcing her to duck beneath his arm. Those amber eyes tracked her the whole time, watching her climb back up the stairs. Even once she was out of his line of sight, she didn’t dare turn around to see if he was following.

Azriel would have to wait.

#This is for me and COTGS #I am fully expecting no one else to pay this any attention 😂#Gwynriel #Gwynriel fic #Gwynriel fanfic #Gwynriel fanfiction #Gwyn x Azriel #Azriel x Gwyn #A Court fo Faded Dreams #ACoFD

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purpleyoonn · 2 years

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Individual Masterlist

Poly BTS Masterlist

This is where all of my individual member works are going to be located. I will have them categorized by member. Each work will have a summary and pairing associated with it. Most of these, if not all of them, will be one shots.

*Please see my poly bts master list if looking for something different.

My Queen (one shot)

Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.

Pairing: Vampire King Jin x Human Reader

Part 1 of Maritober 2022

Out Now (posted 9/16)

My Home (one shot)

It was close to winter, and your medicine was nearly complete for you to use. But when it came to, you helped another whose wounds were life threatening. Now, random items kept showing up on your porch, with each item bringing you closer to the creature you healed. And when he returned, he saved you. Now, with him, you felt like you were home.

Pairing: Dragon Yoongi x Human Healer Reader

Part 2 of Maritober 2022

Out Now (posted 9/23)

My Prisoner (one shot)

You were trying to buy a new notebook for your writings, not expecting to get lost in a forest you didn’t recognize from your map. After passing the same tree multiple times, you stop to rest for the night, only to be captured and taken to a King’s castle for judgement. You weren’t expecting a Fae King to keep you as his...prisoner?

Pairing Fae King Hobi x Writer Reader

Part 3 of Maritober 2022

Out Now (posted 9/30)

My Goddess (one shot)

You tried to escape again, only to epically fail. Nothing seemed to work, and Hades just smiled as he watched you walk away. He knew the real reason you kept trying to run away, and was just waiting for you to realize it.

Pairing: God of the Underworld Namjoon x Human Reader

Part 4 of Maritober 2022

Out Now (posted 10/07)

My Light (one shot)

“Your beauty brought out the light in him, made him see how dark the world truly was He couldn’t bare the thought of leaving you in the dark.”

Your uncle had left you a home in some seaside town you hadn’t heard of. Moving out there was easy, but living there was harder. Until he found you, then...you didn’t know what to think.

Pairing: Mermaid Prince Jimin x Human Reader

Part 5 of Maritober 2022

Out Now (posted 10/14)

My Witch (one shot)

It was Halloween night and you were in the old church fulfilling a dare your friends tasked you with. Little did you know you were being watched, and he had been waiting a long time to finally make you his. Now, you were his, and he wasn’t letting you go.

Demon Taehyung x Human (witch) Reader

Part 6 of Maritober 2022

Out Now (posted 10/21)

My Mate (one shot)

Your village was surrounded by a never-ending forest. Every 20 years, for as long as the village people could remember, offerings were held for the beast who roamed the forest. It was the only way your village could remain safe. This times offering, you were one of the women being offered up to the beast. You only hoped that you could make it out alive.

Werewolf Jungkook x Human Sacrifice reader

Part 7 of Maritober 2022

Coming 10/28

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These works nor any part of their content may be republished, reproduced, translated or used in any manner without the express permission of purpleyoonn. These are works of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

#bts #bts one shots #bts jin #bts suga #bts yoongi #bts jhope #bts hoseok #bts namjoon #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts v #bts jungkook #purpleyoonn one shot #purpleyoonn

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menagerie-of-monsters · 1 year

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Dain Sundamar, the Beast of Phazikai, Crown Prince of Stag Court.

You can find his story in Captured by the Fae Beast, available in ebook, paperback, and on KU.

Artist is @orangemelon93 on Twitter - check out the full, uncensored pic here!

#monster romance #character art #monster fudger #fantasy romance #fae romance #(technically)#captured by the fae beast #monsters of faery #dain sundamar

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layaart · 1 year

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Art I did for the announcement of Saara El-Arifi’s new trilogy, Faebound!

(more info from her ig under the cut)

Introducing Yeeran and Lettle, the two main cast of my NEW TRILOGY starting with the first novel #FAEBOUND. Out Feb 2024. It has all the flavours you’ve come to know in my writing: a diverse cast, queernormativity, threads of arab my and african roots and perhaps a touch more 🌶️. But most of all FAEBOUND is born of #BlackGirlMagic Told in the dual point of view of two elven sisters captured here by @layaart (ty i love them so much). YEERAN is a Colonel of the Waning Army. Or she was before she was exiled. Far from home she comes face to face with a magical beast that might just be her salvation. The skin of the obeah has enough magical potency to created a weapon worthy of her freedom. LETTLE is a diviner, a reader of the fates. She follows her sister into the wilderness in the hope of bringing her home again. But she’s not alone, Rayan, a captain under Yeeran, has promised his former colonel to keep Lettle out of trouble. But trouble follows them both. Expect: Drum magic, rivals to lovers, hidden realms and of course…fae!

#faebound #saara el-arifi #high fantasy #book announcement #illustration #books #2023 fanart

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llondonfog · 1 year

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Please Tsum Lilia being a little menace and all of Diasomnia pulling a Heartslabyul to keep up but the moment silver’s sleeping spell hits him, making him konk out, the tsum just cuddles close to him

ANON PLEASE THAT IS THE SWEETEST IMAGE AND IM LOSING MY MIND??

Tsum Lilia is an outright TERROR— he's torn through the kitchens with the same nuclear level of destruction as his fae counterpart, bounces around in the high rafters of the Diasomnia common room where no one can fetch him (how did he even get up there?!), and somehow manages to soundly beat a large portion of the freshmen gamers although how he managed to do it by bouncing his tiny body against the video game controller, they're still not sure.

No one can tame him! The creature seems to shake with a silent glee as it tsums (coughs, zooms—) away from Sebek's grasp, and even somehow has the speed enough to bound in circles around Malleus' spells to trap it in place! The dorm has become a veritable zoo of students racing about to capture the mischievous little beast, trying to keep furniture from toppling as it knocks into them with delight at the chase, and poorly avoiding a tripping incident in the halls by some kind of hazardous waste concoction that the tsum has left trailing in its wake from the kitchen wreckage.

They're at this for hours, and still no one can report to Malleus-sama that they've corralled the tsum, not even Lilia himself! But to be honest, while they've been running around trying to correct the damage that's been done, has anyone actually even seen it lately? It's Lilia who ends up opening the door to Silver's room and finds his tsum happily cuddled up in the arms of his napping son, seemingly content to have the boy's cheek squashed up against its own. The tsum blinks up at Lilia before closing its eyes in what he can only guess is its attempt at showing happiness, nudging ever closer to the warmth of the slumbering boy.

Lilia remembers what that's like— remembers the days when his son was so much smaller and could be held close just like that.

He closes the door softly and cheerfully reports that he has no idea where the tsum could be, leading to a collective groan from the gathered student audience, and a contemplative look from Malleus himself.

There's no harm in letting them sleep a while longer.

He's certain that they're both having the sweetest of dreams.

#lettie's asks #twisted wonderland silver #twst silver #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #diasomnia #twst sebek #THIS FLEW OUT OF ME IN 10 MIN APOLOGIES FOR ANY MISTAKES #BUT I WAS SEIZED AND SHAKEN BY THIS IMAGERY #MY HEARTTTT #lettie writes

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merymoonbeam · 3 months

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Prison-Wild Hunt

CC3 spoilers. You have been warned. 🫡

In cc3 bryce said this:

“I think it’s what the Prison—the island in the Fae’s home world—once was. When Theia ruled it, I mean. Before Silene fucked it all up. Maybe they’re linked in some way through being thin places and spilled over to each other a bit. Maybe back in that other world … maybe I woke up the land around the Prison, too.”

Maybe I woke up the land around the Prison too

And we know that Silene captured Daglan's pet in prison. 👀

One after another, I hunted monsters—the remaining pets of the Daglan—until many of the lowest rooms were filled with them. Until my once-beautiful home became a prison. Until even the land was so disgusted by the evil I’d gathered here that the islands shriveled and the earth became barren. The winged horses who hadn’t gone with my mother to Midgard, who had once flown in the skies, playing in the surf … they were nearly gone. Not a single living soul remained, except for the monstrosities in the mountain.

And from acosf we know that Lanthys was one of them and he was in...Wild Hunt.

“Oh, I do not think so,” Lanthys seethed. “I rode in the Wild Hunt before you were even a scrap of existence, witch from Oorid. I summoned the hounds and the world cowered at their baying. I galloped at the head of the Hunt, and Fae and beast bowed before us.”

So if bryce did indeed woke up the land around prison that means it could be all crumbled like it was in avallen. Are the inmates going to be free? Are the wild hunt going to be in acotar5? Are we getting a full on wild hunt plot?

I also have a big wild hunt post.

#cc3 spoilers #wild hunt #prison #just curious

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*looks really hard at my upcoming therapy appointment* What would Newt!MC's funeral look like if they died in the twisted wonderland? WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO THE MAGIC BEASTS?!

Welp, time to go put on my sad music and to get sad. Don't worry, I'm going to do a fluffy writing event with no angst.

Until we meet again (Reversed)

Warning: Heavy Angst (Grab the tissues), death of reader, long post, part of the What if A, horrible grammar, and idk what else, message me if you find something.

Newt!MC is inspired by Newt Scamander

Newt!MC Masterlist

Lilia sat back as his shoulders tensed and his hand dropped as well as his head. He turned back to Malleus and shook his head sorrily. He stood to tell Ortho that they found you as Malleus approached and carefully picked you up before taking your still body back to the others.

They were the last group to return with their heads hanging low as the others hurried to see you before noticing their dear friend not moving and the two Faes' expressions. Murderous cries and screams to pierce the silent atmosphere as hot tears dropped rolled down their faces as other mourned silently.

What if the end came faster? Too soon within a blink of an eye? Everything was once loud, came to a still silent time and all the vibrant colors gradually turned dull.

Malleus held you close before setting you down in the green grass before backing up for your creatures to approach. Pickett tried to lift your hand as well as a couple other creatures attempted the same or licking your face to get a reaction. Failing to do so, monstrous screams and shrill filled the tense atmosphere as they mourned for the person that cared for them passing.

The staff were broken up, seeing you lay there with a peaceful look on your face, and waited a while before starting to separate them and Trein casted a preserving spell so they could give you a proper burial.

Later that night, few slept and those who did, they slept in the company of their dormmates or friends. Others stayed up, staring up at the sky and letting their tears fall. The next couple of weeks would be rough for everyone, especially Grimm who refused to leave Ramshackle for a while.

A month later, there was a service arranged and a grave on the Ramshackle ground, somewhere sacred and closed off to the public. Many students from RSA and NRC attended as well as some of the students' families who met you. Cheka was holding Leona's hand tightly as he cried with the small vial of dried flowers in his hang, as well as staff of the academies. All wore black with various flowers and bouquets to place on your grave. Your creatures attended, grouping together on the other side of the crowd, and Dougal was at the front, acting as babysitter.

The staff decided that you would have a statue with your headstone on the base of it, giving everyone one last goodbye. Everyone who could pitch in for a gorgeous headstone for you as well as a beautiful statue that captured your warm and curious personality. The mirror began the service with a speech about who you were and how with each person you met, you were a light of hope before continuing. Once the mirror was done with their speech, they invited people to come up and tell stories about you. One by one, each person came up to tell the crowd about various memories and how you came crashing into their lives as well as helping even after everything. You never treated anyone or creature different, you always had room in your heart for them. Someone who could never find a monster that they couldn't love.

When it was time to say farewell, each individual came up either by themselves or with friends and family to say their last words. Others waited for the crowd to leave before saying their goodbyes and left their flowers with the many others on the steps of your statue.

As well for your creatures, each royal family or people in power made sure a sanctuary was built for your creatures within the correct habitat and were placed under protection of that kingdom or government. The sanctuary was named after and dedicated to you with a section that told visitors about your life.

Throughout the days and night, each one of or a small group of your friends would visit your grave. Each dorm leader took time out of their day and night to visit you and tell you about their day. The first-year group would come by at the end of each week to have dinner at your grave, even placing your favorite dish at your feet.

Riddle would come by and have tea with you as well as painting every other white rose while telling you about his week and ranting about the trouble Ace and Deuce would get into. Ace and Deuce would come together with Grim, spending each time as you all used to when you were still around. Later on Ace came by to say he finally took the position of Dorm leader with Deuce at his side as Vice Dorm Leader. Cater would come and give you all the spicy gossip around the school while Trey came to keep you updated about the suit group and clean you up. Chenya would visit whenever he slipped away from class.

Leona would nap in the shade of you while complaining/ filling you in on his family. Cheka would always ask Leona to go visit you whenever he visited his uncle. Ruggie would follow Leona and Cheka, and occasionally slip away from his errands to eat some donuts and talk to you. Jack would pass on his morning runs and always left a flower as well as asking for you to wish him luck on any of his competitions. He also asked for you to watch over when he became the dorm leader for Savanaclaw.

Azul would work on the bench and talk as if you were still there. Jade would drop by and leave some safe mushrooms planted. Floyd would always go and talk whenever he was in a mood. Sometimes, all three would come back from the beach with shells that they thought you would like. They have also taken a liking to Kelpie once both parties got used to the others' company.

Kalim would come with Cater and Lilia during club hours to share their recent development in their music and tell you how your creatures were doing. Jamil would often come find Kalim at your grave and would apologize for Kalim talking your ear off but would visit when he had time to have a one-on-one conversation with you.

Vil would work harder with his career in film and would come to also make sure the plants around you were well kept as well as beautiful because you only deserve the best, he would also come and rant about any of his problems before calming down and thanking you for listening. Rook would pass by and tell you about each of his finds and hunts as well as trips he took to the different places during breaks. Epel came by with the first-year group, but he would stop by to tell you about how things are with the farm and that his grandmother sends her hellos. He too would rant; he was there when he ended up becoming the dorm leader.

Ortho came by as well with the first years and would come by himself to tell you about what he and Idia were up to. he also told you about the progress they've made. He also used his cyborg suit to use and made sure your statue and bench were clean. At nights or during the middle of the day, Idia would show up to hide from others and say that he owes you one. He would tell you about his current game or show as well as the status of your creatures.

Sebek would come around and yell at students who dared to disrespect your grave. He would tell stories about you to others, good job, you've reached the ranks of Waka-sama. Silver would stop by and rest underneath the tree nearby and thank you for watching over him of any dangers during his naps. Lilia would stop by to also give you the hot gossip of the school and how malleus was doing. He also would scare students away from your grave if they got too close. At night, Malleus changed his route to stop by and have the usual nightly chats with you. He would also tell you about gargoyles and stories of his homeland. He wished you didn't leave this world so soon.

Crewel would stop by on his lunch breaks and socialize as well as rant to you. Trein would occasionally find Lucius at the foot of your statue and would apologize about you tripping over Lucius in the spirit world. He also brought his daughters along once and told them about you and would occasionally come read novels to you. Vargas would come by with eggs and ask jokingly if you're watching your health on the other side before laughing loudly. He would brag about you and your achievements to his future students. Crowley got better at being a headmaster and would come by, always apologizing for how he acted when you were around. He would tell you about the ramshackle and who took over your positions as well as bringing the new dorm leader to tell them about your legacy, hoping to spark a fire within their soul to strive to be a good person. Sam has friends on the other side who would keep tabs on you and Sam actually talked to you about things, telling you about watching all your friends during their time here.

Last, but not least, Grimm. He wouldn't come see you for a while until coming one day with the first-year group. He would come with Deuce and Ace every day. Even spent his lunch time here and went to class. He would show you how he's doing in the classes as well as brag about how great he has become. There were nights in which he slept in your jacket, curled up, whenever he had a bad dream, saying that he felt safe here in your presence like old times. You would always make sure he was covered and stayed till he fell asleep.

You smiled gently and were always there, listening to each one come by to visit. You watched each of them graduate and keep on with their lives, keeping an eye on each one. You watched Cheka grow up and get married as well as have kids while Leona would babysit the small cubs. You were remembered which caused you to be a spirit and stayed around till each one met their end, guiding them to the other side. After centuries, you mainly spent your time with Malleus and conversed with him as he laid in his bed, thinking out loud about how he would do anything to his child of man, one last time before closing his eyes. You held your hand out to him and chuckled at his astonished expression.

"What? I did say, ``Until we meet again, Tsunotarou."

I'm not going to stop writing for Newt!MC, not for a while. So, you all are stuck with me and my writing about them.

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