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you're a diver from Fontaine, one of the best in the entire Court, and are known far and wide for your ability to collect whatever resource people need- that's where most of your pay comes from, collecting beryl conches and romaritime flowers for jewelry, perfumes, and the like. but you also enjoy diving as a hobby, spending most of your time off in the water and enjoying the sights, your Vision allowing you to breathe easily under the waves. there's something about floating weightlessly in oceanic world that helps you feel so calm and at peace.
it's during one of these leisurely dives that you encounter something- or someone- incredible.
you won't lie, you were swimming too close to the Fortress of Meropide. yes, it's technically forbidden, but you couldn't help but investigate the deeper waters and caves around it after so long of staying away from the area! as long as you stayed away from the searchlights, no one would suspect a thing, so you swam down into the murky gloom. it's more difficult to see as you cautiously glance around, slightly on edge- until you come face-to-face with an oddly glowing light, seemingly emitting from a faceted crystal. you don't dare go towards it (you've had enough experience with ocean creatures to know it very well could be a lure), so instead it decides to come towards you, and an enormous slinking creature is revealed from the darkness. your blood runs cold, all instincts screaming to get away, run, but the monster merely chitters curiously, tilting his horned head and blinking at you quietly.
hesitantly, you raise a hand and wave, and the beast's singular eye widens in awe as he waves back.
you come back to visit the odd creature again and again after that day, becoming adept at avoiding the lights of Fontaine's prison. the monster- Childe, as he told you via carvings on the wall- was incredibly sweet despite his intimidating appearance, greeting you with a delighted chirp and a hug, always extremely gentle with you. he follows you as you explore, protecting you and bringing you trinkets that have sunk to the ocean floor, nudging your hands for head scritches. through his gestures and warbling tones you deduce that he lives in a cavern further below, one you refuse to go to- it makes your skin crawl, for some reason. rarely does Childe come to the surface, but occasionally he'll accompany you if he doesn't want to see you go, wrapping his scaled tail around your legs and whining until you give him a kiss on the forehead. he loves you, and you love him, and he was your special secret.
until you began to fall mysteriously ill, your breaths coming out short and ragged and your head filling with cotton clouds. at first you think it's just a common cold, but it doesn't go away, only getting worse over time. the doctors you visit don't seem to have a cure, merely telling you to rest until you feel better, which you never do, no matter how many hours you sit on the shore with Childe's head in your lap. his worry for you makes you feel a little happier, caressing his cheeks and whispering hoarsely to him as he whimpers, claws dancing over your cheeks in an attempt to hold you back. but it hurts and you cough again and again, growing weaker by the day for no reason other than fate's cruel story.
you don't know that Childe is a monster from the Primordial Sea, gradually wearing away at your strength and life, until it's too late.
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tarantula-hawk-wasp · 1 month
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Sacrificial Lamb
another little symbolism moment with my oc inquisitor maera modeled on 'innocence' by William Adolphe-Bougueraeu
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hivemindofevilbats · 7 months
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I don't know what's scarier. The fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart, or that sometimes, I just want to let them.
-Nimona
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qsmprambling · 8 months
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Imagine Egg A1 still has one life left, and it somehow manages to escape the facility... It is being followed by mobs, by Federation employees, being hurt by the poison ivy and other environmental threats, but it keeps running, because what other choice is there? That parkour course was a trick after all, the last block was a fake, it was never meant to pass that test in the first place.
So it keeps running, but the Federation workers are getting closer. It won't be able to avoid them forever...
But then it bursts through some bushes and comes face to face with someone new - and it's Bad, out building or exploring or just wandering alone. A1 is immediately afraid, of course. It is a stranger, a very visually striking stranger, the complete opposite of the pure white and featureless employees of the Federation. But there are people close behind, and it knows what will happen to it if it is caught, so... It has no choice but to try. It has no way to communicate, no signs or books, so it simply rushes to hide behind him and hopes he understands, and that he is willing to help...
And Bad, for his part, well.. he's an extremely cautious and paranoid person, and this is just an incredibly confusing and unexpected situation to be in. An unknown egg appeared out of nowhere and is hiding behind him, he can see Federation employees in the distance that are clearly looking for something... He knows that the code has been disguising itself as eggs, and that the strange egg in front of him with no marks, no distinguishing features, an egg that he has never seen before, could easily be the code monster preparing to attack at any moment...
But there is absolutely no way Bad could ever look at an egg in distress and not try to help it, even knowing it could be a trap.
So he quickly digs a shallow hole and pushes the mysterious egg into it, covering it up just in time, and when the employees throw him a book asking if he had seen anything, he lies effortlessly, he complains about nonsense, he asks them where the Ekea is and is as annoying as he can be, until they leave.
And now they're alone... just Bad an this mystery egg in the middle of the woods, A1 too afraid to leave the hole even when Bad tries to coax it out. He gives it food and tries his best to comfort it, to tell it everything is okay and that the pursuers are gone. He gives it some signs and a book, trying to see if it will write anything to him or answer any of his questions, but he gets no reply. A1 is just too afraid to even attempt to answer, and Bad doesn't even know if it understands him. He tries what few words he does know of the other languages, and still no response.
What should he do? As much as the image of a tiny, terrified egg makes him want to do all he can for it he also needs to be safe. He can't bring it home, because if it is a code there is no way he is bringing it anywhere near Dapper. Should he call someone else for help, or would that draw too much attention? Would it even be safe for him or the egg to let anyone know right now? And was this egg dangerous, or harmless and in need of protection? He wouldn't abandon it regardless but...
What now?
#Egg A1#badboyhalo#I am a Bad watcher it will always be qBad in my what ifs even if anyone could do it#Plus he is perfect for the job#I can't write fic but yes this is basically an A1 fic oops#ElQuackity you thought killing a featureless egg was a safe option but you're wrong we are all attached#I want A1 to be alive and to escape to be adored and protected#Also I bet if Bad got caught with a mystery egg I think he'd just go 'Huh? No this is my other child you just never saw them before :)'#Also for some reason my brain was calling A1 'Alice' but then I saw people using 'Ai' and that's adorable too~#Though it also makes me think 'artificial intelligence' but hey maybe that is fitting for the fabricated eggs theory XD#'What now' I ask as if I am not already imagining Bad trying to protect A1 and also be safe in case it is a threat#not wanting to think it is but unable to know otherwise#but also being so BBH about it and just being in complete dad mode when they interact#he keeps it in it's own safe little secure home and does what he can to help it with minimal communication for several days#until A1 starts to open up little by little - incredibly slowly#Bad very gradually telling very select people about it#until eventually when the Federation finds out - everyone who knows is immediately hmm what no this is our child what do you mean?#and go ultra protective#because A1 deserves the world#fic within the tags yes#Bad ruined my sleep schedule and I can't sleep mindless rambles time
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maegalkarven · 6 months
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I have the suspicion what the Cult of Murder wasn't very keen on healing/ had many healers around.
They probs had healing potions and scrolls and stuff, but do you think Durge would bother with them? Or would they, intimately familiar with the anatomy of the body, occasionally treat their own wounds with the cold precision of a surgeon?
What I have in mind is Durge casually sewing their own wounds shut with the first found rusty needle and something they deemed would suffice for a thread, Gortash seeing this horrific display and deciding enough is enough and taking the ordeal of healing this freak of an ally into his own hands.
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Ch 11: The Light ☀️🤍🍂
The final chapter, an ending to a story…
But the end isn’t ever really the end.
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baeshijima · 4 months
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don't mind me i'm just casually thinking about soulmates-but-not-actually-soulmates au, where you both fall for each other after having not found your respective soulmates for a long period of time and decide that if fate won't do anything, then you will both simply defy fate and learn to love each other.
and you do !! with the more time you spend with one another, navigating that which makes up the entirety of the other, you both start to grow accustomed — attuned, even — to the each other's habits. and slowly, eventually, you begin to think that perhaps fate didn't give you your soulmate, for they are the one in front of you, holding you so close it wouldn't come as a surprise if you meld into one.
if so, then why does your soulmate, whom you believed was nothing but a hoax up until now, decide to show up now of all times? where have they been during the years you spent searching for them? why are they staring at you as if you hung the moon and stars for them as they repeat your name in a breathy, starstruck manner, holding your hands in a shaky grip with the trembles in their voice equally as unstable?
and why... why did fate have to be so cruel to you, for the moment your eyes dart away in avoidance of theirs you find the world goes silent when you see your lover, whom you believed was the one meant to defy destiny with you, standing off to the side and watching your interaction with an unreadable countenance.
oh, fate is a cruel thing.
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quinttyz · 4 months
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Oh, if you only knew
What we've been up to
I guarantee you'd keep it secret
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pastaxandria · 6 months
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The Red Thread: Chapter 155
The Library of Pastaxandria has recorded for its shelves: Chapter 154 of The Red Thread.
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Chapter Summary:
You paused where you’d written down, ‘Hrairoo: Orchid Suspect One’, to glance down at the three elderly women gathered around the small table. “I heard some kids at school say they saw her on the roof doing weird stuff with a bunch of candles once,” the kid said thoughtfully as Mrs. Hrairoo drew a series of cards from the deck and set them down in a familiar formation. It was a pattern you knew from somewhere—cards arranged into a rough cross, with another line of cards beside it. Damn it, I know this one, come on brain. You just needed a nudge, something to stir your brain into remembering. “Also she has a ton of glass jars—you have no idea, like… so many jars, man. But I swear, no one bakes bread like her. That stuff’s magic.” Wait a second. Now you knew where you’d seen that card pattern. And if that was the pattern Mrs. Hrairoo was laying down, then that meant… …those were definitely not your normal, average, everyday playing cards. Or: in which your old skillset comes in handy.
Wordcount: 5.9k
Warnings for this chapter: none!
Read me on AO3 because that’s where penguins hang out
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cowlovely · 5 months
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every day i think of and get so angry about how making literally the TINIEST tweak and putting sacha dhawan’s master before missy in their personal timeline makes his incarnation of the character make SO much more sense and adds to missy’s character arc rather than taking away from it 😐
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quanblovk · 1 year
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sadahskyyy · 2 years
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I have gone from being the “best sister ever” and the “worst person in the whole wide world” like six times today and let me tell you it is exhausting to be this criminally manipulative
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designsdefiance · 1 month
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day 19: danger
reasonably, she knows that m'kipfhi's been in the first longer than she's been gone from the source. she's not a baby anymore, she can handle herself. that doesn't make it any easier for m'seyli to watch her charge recklessly into danger like that!!!
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fellhellion · 8 months
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fjkdfdjsl did gabriel ever find out miguel spent his teenage years dodging some of the worst bullying ever. god.
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that-foul-legacy-lover · 10 months
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in honor of me losing my mind trying to decipher pre-archon war lore: reader trying to ‘undo’ childe’s permanent transformation. of course they adore legacy, but it’s still something they’re spending hours looking into, and it’s not like legacy can entirely dissuade them when he knows childe misses them too.
(and maybe they end up corrupted themself when on an expedition, having found the abyss but getting sucked in rather than finding a way out.)
*takes a swig of tea* ah yes, pre-archon war lore,,, my old nemesis,,,
Foul Legacy is extremely aware of the dangers that come with the Abyss- it's the reason why at first, he desperately tried to stop you from investigating, whining and tugging at your hand to pull you away. but at the same time, he knows you miss Childe. you love both of them, Ajax and Legacy, and having Ajax permanently gone breaks your heart. so tentatively, he lets you delve deeper into your research, laying his head on your lap as you read, purring to let you know that he's still there. whenever you seem distressed he'll carefully take the book from your hands, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his cheek against the top of your head- a soft, calming moment amidst the horrors of your investigation
then you go missing, and his whole world falls apart
you were supposed to be back a week ago, but now not even Zhongli can tell him where you are, instead simply frowning and gazing into the distance. Foul Legacy lets out a hiss at the ex-Archon's inactions- fine. if no one would help, he would find you himself. he's a creature of the Abyss, if anyone can track in that wretched place, it's him. he follows the scent he's grown so familiar with, past the seven cities and their nations, and down where Celestia's gaze can't reach
in a corner of the Abyss, he finds you on the ground, numerous injuries littering your body. Legacy yelps and rushes over, kneeling beside you and gently pulling you into his arms, claws gently caressing your bruised cheek. then you open your eyes and his heart stops, because your beautiful eyes, normally so bright and full of life, are now dull and lightless, just like Childe's. Foul Legacy lets out a choked sob, pressing your forehead against his with a desperate whimper, and your deadened eyes flicker with recognition as you slowly bring your hands up to hold his face. he could cry with relief when you smile weakly at him, reassuring your beloved Abyssal monster that you're still here, you're still alive. he can sense the taint of Abyssal magic in you, but right now he's simply happy you're alive
you leave the Abyss that night with Foul Legacy, but the Abyss spitefully refuses to leave you
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gender-euphowrya · 9 months
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the absolute vicious shit people think they have to say whenever the topic of 'picky eaters' comes up ESPECIALLY when it's about children is just sickening
#post : my child doesn't like carrots so I#rando : WELL I WOULD JUST *describes a thousand different ways to abuse a child* AND IM THE NORMAL ONE HERE#adult : i can't eat fish because#rando : LMAO GROW UP WHAT ARE YOU 5 FUCKING IDIOT LOL JUST STARVE FISH HAS GOOD VITAMINS JUST KYS#have y'all tried not being dicks about other people's diets ffs#especially when it's like. a video showing how a parent is successfully introducing new foods to their picky kid#like Oh they only like cheese crackers so i'm gradually nudging them towards grilled cheese sandwiches with these steps#and then hopefully use the grilled cheese as a base to introduce other types of sandwiches etc#and it's just. it works. it's respectful of the kid's boundaries. it's healthy.#and Still a thousand people just jump to say INSTEAD OF DOING THIS THING THAT WORKS TRY BEATING HIS ASS (WHICH WONT WORK)#so many people are fucking eager to tell you they Love violence against kids who have no way to defend themselves#that they're fucking sludgebrains who haven't come up with actual parenting techniques#so all they know is ''hit child'' or ''yell'' like a fucking level 1 pokémon#that they view the small young people they have agreed to take care of as dolls that must obey or get thrown against the wall in a tantrum#if your entire plans for parenting are ''i'm just gonna use violence until my human toything complies'' don't become a fucking parent#Anyway this was about picky eating and how people don't know how to mind their business about it#why are you so pressed about what someone else Doesn't put in their mouth. why are you so weird#humans come with a variety of tastes in anything from fashion to colors to home decor to favorite animal#and you can't fucking fathom that they'll also Not all want or like to eat the same things ? fucking cringe
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