#detangling the web

[northforwinter]

I'm rewatching rwby while editing the second draft of Detangling the Web 2.0 and I have not had as much fun as I am watching it in the context of this au in a long time

#Rwby #Rwby fanfiction #Detangling the web

[spidey-bie]

I just wanna sit and fantasize about being in an ace4ace relationship with Hobie Brown but I gotta go out and do tasks.

#ughhhhhh #kicking and screaming #life isn't fair #i should be lying in bed thinking about me and hobie lysing side by side #me listening to his heartbeat #while he's finger detangling my coils #like why i gotta work #hobie brown #my bae [🎸] #ace hobie #asexual #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #skip it im black #hobie x black reader #jay and the spiders #ace4ace #webbed for Bie #cory writes #fic concept

[bi-bats]

Lmao no context spoilers for Know Yourself

#I feel like I'm beating this chapter into submission. #it just will not be what I want it to be no matter how hard I try? #and we're at the part I should be excited about! #the comfort! I should be so excited my guys are finally getting closer!!!! #but instead I'm just FRUSTRATED #augghhhhhhh #I will power through #I must detangle this web #know yourself #bibatrambles #I've been having such a week and I just feel like I can't do anything right #it seems to be easing up but like #ugh

[wheelercore]

Trying to decide whether "angel" is a mad men reference or an elvis song reference... or BOTH ❓️❗️❓️❓️❓️❓️

#detangling this horrifying web that is st cultural references #misc

[getodrools]

Your hand plowed through thick raven hair – the ends detangling at the sharp tug. Suguru kept his breath steady and gave you that level, dark-eyed gaze defensive players all over the league had learned to dread, “You just can't stay mad at me for too long huh.” His teeth are pearly white, and that lady killer grin irked the hell out of you.

“Oh shut up…” You giggle at the truth.

Tossing your head back as he nips along your collarbone, you whisper, “Y’know… you seriously didn't need to tackle Gojo so hard—you broke his nose and damn near fractured your skull!”

Getou shakes his head.

“He should keep his head in the game then. That sonavabitch’ had his nose all up in your skirt baby.” Your boyfriend grunted with that long drawl you always seem to shiver at.

Sighing, he hooks a finger around that very pitch black and purple sparkled skirt that had his team's logo shimmering on it. You nibble at your bottom lip, his touch was warm but…,

“Maybe ‘cause… I wasn't wearing any—!”, Should've known a linebacker like him was strong, “You what?!” Giggling and begging for his hands to give your hips freedom from their teasing pinches, Getou just needed to see this with his very own eyes.

You had to be teasing him.

Gojo was gazing in pure awe…

Though it was dark in the field, you could swear those hues held galaxies as they trekked down an expedition between your bodies. Shivering, his free hand flips the thin fabric over in certain desire. Free from a soft barrier, he catches sappy slick webbing lewdly between the heat of your legs.

His jaw tightens.

With the situation entirely worse now! It itched something in him fully knowing why Gojo was annoyingly closer to your squad than usual… your dirty little secret was more on his mind than Suguru coming at him full force—for something he thought else of—‘til he knocked them both breathless! Though the bones Getou got to crush ‘fairly’ during the match, it bugged at him—still and again, even now worse.

Getou’s nose curls up, you're so damn foolish sometimes! And he just can't seem to stay mad at you for too long either… you do feel warm against the pads of his hooking hands—!… All you knew was cheer! Kicking a leg up with a hoot and a holler made you smile. But damn you could still be so clueless even in that! Even wondering now if that cheap play to tackle him with a few strands of hair being pulled out after a dog pile was rubbing salt on the wound — as if Gojo knew he scored some way or the other, regardless of losing the game...

Sonavabitch’. Catching the glisten, he certainly would have to worry about that golden boy's pretty blue eyes rather than just a nosey snout now since you're cursed with the brain of a thoughtless puppy…

<– BACK: PINNED ౨ৎ NEXT: MORE GETOU –>

#bimbo reader in mind tbh 😞 #🌐 𝐿𝒜𝒱𝐼𝐼 𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒯𝐸𝒮! #ᝰ suguru geto! #yandere geto #jjk smut #geto smut #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk geto #jjk gojo #gojo smut #suguru geto #geto x reader #geto suguru #yandere #jjk yandere

[peachesofteal]

Peachy I am so in love with the dead disco Omegaverse AU! It absolutely plays on my heartstrings!

Can we have a continuation of the story so far? What happens when Darling finally comes off of her heat—I’m ready for the tough conversation!!!

-💀👻

18+ MDNI / dead disco omegaverse au / mature themes

takes place after this

Your head is stuffed with cotton. It’s full of nonsense, heavy and confused, like you’re drifting between a dream and reality, only one thing painfully clear.

Your heat is fading away, you’re nestled between two very warm bodies. It’s a hazy kind of warmth, the type that hangs heavy in the air, and your face presses further into the searing temperature of skin, seeking, smelling. You’re drinking in the scent of your alphas, blinking to try to clear your eyesight in the dark. The smell of them, woodsmoke and balsam, sinks through your consciousness until you’re shifting restlessly, detangling your limbs from the web of bodies, pushing and pulling against their grip.

You come to reality very quickly, and fear floods your nervous system.

No. No, no, no- you… you didn’t, they… they can’t have been here. They shouldn’t have been here-

“Omega.” Johnny murmurs against the back of your head, hand holding your hip steady, stroking circles into your skin to soothe you, keeping you in place. “Ye with us?”

You whimper. You can’t help it. It comes second nature, slipping out before you can stop it. Your muscles seize, like they’re preparing to spur you into action, and the room spins.

“No.” Simon murmurs. “Settle, darling.” He starts up a deep hum from his chest, harmonics vibrating through his bones to yours, genetics and hormones reacting to the pull of his designation, your body going boneless between them. “That’s it, good girl.”

Something is wrong. Beneath their efforts at producing a calming, soothing scent and atmosphere, there’s a tinge of anxiety. Of worry. Of distress.

You swallow.

“What’s going on?” You whisper, clenching your eyes shut.

You don’t want to face this. You don’t want to hear it… the truth. What they’ll say to you. About you.

Whispers of your past shudder across your mind, memories that you’ve worked so hard to keep away, locked up in a little box somewhere in the back of your consciousness.

You’re dirty. Your heats are dirty. You’re disgusting, like all omegas. Useless. Nothing. Just a thing to be bred, to be used. You have no value.

“I need ye to take a deep breath for me.” Johnny coaches, hand nestling against your breastbone from behind. When you do, it’s a struggle, jagged and rough. His lips find the shell of your ear, breathe fanning over your cheek. “Another one, darling. Try again-“ your ribs expand, and he kisses you sweetly. “Good. That’s it, just like that.”

“Are you hungry?” Simon asks, and you nod automatically. You’re starving, and they’ve most likely been listening to your stomach rumble for hours. He gives you a gentle smile. “I’m going to start some breakfast, and Johnny’ll get you in a shower in a minute.” You nod again. You feel like jelly, sore all over, and you imagine you probably haven’t been out of this bed in days.

The door opens, orange dusk filtering in from the living room as Johnny gives you another kiss along your jaw and sits up, pulling you close.

“Alright darling. Let’s get in the shower.”

Simon made way too much breakfast.

All your favorites, which is a good sign, you guess. And Johnny is glued to you, holding you in his lap on the couch while you eat, moving your plate and your coffee cup to and from the table to your hands.

Maybe this means they won’t throw you out.

“So.” You try to smile but it feels forced and wrong. “Am I in trouble?”

“No.” Johnny vows.

“No, of course not.” Simon agrees, pulling the plate from your fingers with a gentle tug. “But there’s a lot we need to talk about.” Your nose tingles with the threat of tears, and you fist your fingers together.

The silence is loud for a long moment. Uncomfortable, until Simon breaks it.

“I’m not going to ask why you didn’t tell us, because we know.”

The tears start immediately. You’re breaking under the weight of your shame, your fear, your past. It’s too heavy, and it hurts, ice in your chest like you’re dying.

“You know?”

“I called your doctor.” What? He what? Anger, and panic wells up in the back of your throat.

“You had no right-“

“You left the flat in the middle of your heat, in a near feral state. We found you on the street with another Alpha trying to lay a claim to you. I’m sorry for invading your privacy, but I’m not sorry for protecting you. We needed to know what was going on.” You tamp down the urge to jump to your feet and run out the front door. Johnny keeps his arms firm around your body, and you press against him anxiously.

You can’t do this. They’ll want to talk about it. They’ll want to know everything. They’ll know you’re dirty.

“Darling, hey. Look at me.” It’s Simon again, trying to catch your eye. “Everything is alright. There is nothing, nothing that you could ever do, or ever tell us, that would make us love you any less.” He’s so soft with his words, trying to coax you, but your head swings back and forth in denial.

“That’s not true.” You have to get out of here. Something is banging at the brink of your mind… something wild and raw, something trying to claw its way in. It’s violent… and feral. “I have to go.”

“What?” Johnny tugs you in tighter, but you thrash against the feeling, hysteria bubbling up in your stomach.

“Easy.” Simon wraps a hand around the back of your neck, squeezing just a bit. “Why is that not true?” When you don’t answer, he sighs. “Omega.” It’s a pull, the command of an Alpha, and you grit your teeth.

“I… I was always taught that heats are wrong, that Omegas are useless. That I’m-“

“No.” Johnny stops you. “There’s nothing wrong with ye.”

“You don’t understand.” You protest, and they both watch you mournfully.

Johnny presses his lips to your hair, and Simon pulls your hand into his.

“So tell us.”

#💀 👻 anon #peaches asks #peaches writes #dead disco omegaverse au #ghost x soap x reader

[malachiteclouds]

Hello my love💗What are your thoughts sun in 8th house? sorry if it bothers, thankyou sm!!! big love to you🥺💞🌷

Awwww big love to you too! It's no bother, sorry to get back to you so late haha. I have this aspect so I feel well equipped to explain it

Sun In 8th House / (can be applied to Sun/Pluto aspects or Sun in Scorpio)

The sun represents our individuality, self expression, ego, and will. It shines a light wherever it is in the birth chart. The house/sign that it's in gets illuminated and put on display for ourselves and others, it shines very brightly and can be tightly wound to the way we express ourselves and/or are perceived by others.

This can be a struggle when in the 8th house because it is where we keep our secrets and want to retain a sense of privacy and secrecy. It's the most vulnerable and intimate parts of us that we prefer to keep to ourselves or people we trust deeply and unconditionally. It's the part of ourselves that undergoes the raw experience of death, transformation, and rebirth. when the sun is here, it acts like a giant, bright, beaming light onto this close and raw part of our chart that many people are able to keep hidden. think of it like a spotlight that gets shown onto the raw parts of you for the entire world to see. These people often have their secrets and private life exposed no matter how they try to avoid it. people seem to feel entitled to always be in their business and give unsolicited advice, judgements, and opinions to them. especially if the native is a woman, a lot of people can have opinions on her sexuality. she can be seen as provocative or at the least just a whole lot of people "know" things about her sex life (a rumor about body count, a bad/good sex story, nudes being leaked [if in pisces or aspected to neptune], sexuality on display in an almost unavoidable way). Some of this judgement can be casted on by her father as the sun is the "father" in astrology.

However, as the light (sun) shines brightly for the world to see, this includes the native as well. people with this placement have a remarkable gift of self transformation and metamorphosis. They are often aware of the deepest and darkest parts of themselves at a degree not many people are and have a great drive and determination to become the most evolved version of themselves constantly. This awareness sometimes comes without choice, and if they try to avoid it or ignore it it can fester into an inflated ego or power issues. this only comes when the native blocks the transformation journey their soul is destined to take. They are destined to be born, die, and then be reborn many many times in this single lifetime. They take their own self discovery very seriously and unraveling the mysteries of the self tend to be their main objective in this lifetime. These people are the kinds of people who you stop talking to then a year later they are a completely different version of themselves. it is almost impossible for these people to remain the same, as their entire will to life is to change!

This self awareness can manifest into a keen awareness of the darkness that exists in others. While most people project onto them or try to weasel their way into this natives business, this projection only aids the native in the ability to read them like a book (once the native learns that the perception people have of others comes from how they see themselves). Once they unlock the ability to detach from other peoples perceptions, they gain the ability to turn the "spotlight" back around and see people clearly. They can see peoples darkest secrets, deep insecurities, projections, and denial through their own lack of introspection. For a lot of people, it can take years to begin detangling the web of the 8th house, but the sun can be a blessing in disguise here as these natives have no other choice but to unravel it all.

#sun in 8th house #astro notes #astrology notes #astrology observations #astro placements #astrology #sun #sun in houses #8th house #8h placements #8H sun #sun in scorpio #scorpio sun #sun conjunct pluto #sun pluto #sun square pluto #sun sextile pluto #sun trine pluto #sun opposite pluto

[femmefatalevibe]

Society overprioritizes the role of romantic partnerships while devaluing the integral role of high-quality friendships. Don't let purity culture ruin your self-concept or influence you to overly rely on someone emotionally because you've chosen to engage in a sexual relationship with them. Your value is not dictated by the person you decide to sleep (or not sleep) with, but by how you act, perceive yourself, and the collection of minds you choose to surround yourself with. Detangle yourself from the patriarchy, and create your own web of meaningful connections. It's about time we set ourselves free.

#friendship #patriarchy #intersectional feminism #feminine energy #feminism #feminist #relationship advice #self concept #high value woman #women empowerment #the feminine urge #femme fatale #high value mindset #female excellence #dream girl #female power #queen energy #it girl #dark feminine energy #dark femininity #self love #self discovery #glow up #level up journey #inner circle #girl advice #girl blogging #femmefatalevibe

[shizucheese]

So full disclosure, I actually listened to episode 7 on Saturday, but this episode had so damn much to it and I got a bit side tracked by a theory that I'm still working on but I really want to get this out before episode 8 comes out.

As usual, if you want to see the continuously updated and reblogged version of my red string board, you can find it here.

Today is Tuesday, 2/27/24. Episode 7 came out 5 days ago on 2/22/24.

“Talkers”

Norris (Voice: Martin?/ Alex)

Episode 1: “Reanimation (Partial) -/- Regret [Email]”. The Stranger? The End? The Dark? The Lonely? The Flesh? Arthur (Nolan?).

Episode 3: "Infection (full body" -/- Arboreal [Journal entry]". The Spiral? (Paranoia? Auditory, visual and olfactory hallucinations) The Lonely? The Corruption. The Flesh? (Callbacks to the Flesh Garden from S5)

Common Themes: Hearing the voice of a dead/ missing loved one?

Chester (Voice: John?/ Jonny)

Episode 1: “Transformation (eyes) -/- Tresspass [chat log]”. Magnus Institute, The Eye. (Involves a forum; the Web?).

Episode 5: "Disappearance (undetermined) -/- Invitation [Internet blog]". The Eye (Movies. Movie name: "Voyeur" "Must be seen to be believed"...). The Web? (Another website?). (Very reminiscent of Mag 110: Creature Feature.) The "poor old guy" at the theater is totally an Eye avatar, right? Kinda gives me "Simon Fairchild when he was first introduced" vibes.

Episode 7: "Agglomeration (miscellany) -/- congregation [email]". The Stranger. The Burried. The Desolation. Possibly all of them if my theory about the items the Volunteers brought in is correct...

Unsure if this is Eye related like the other statements were. This is also the first "Chester" statement where the source material wasn't from a website or blog, which don't have the same expectation of privacy that the sources of the other statements do. Email, though, so still internet related, and this seems to be an open letter rather than personal correspondence, so it still might align with the theme.

Agustus: (rare?)

Episode 4: “Collection (blood) -/- musical [letter]” The End. The Lonely? The Slaughter.

Letter writer thinks passing on his violin might allow a part of himself to live on in his nephew. Very Jonah Magnus of him.

Music teacher hears “faraway music”, then goes crazy and throws himself out of the carriage and dies. Reminiscent of Mag7 and the Piper? The merchant’s wares include dice (Mag 29?). Got the violin from him (took his blood?). Effect of the violin reminiscent to Grifter’s Bone (Mag 42).

(Oliver Bardwell lol very funny guys)

Non-Talkers (?)

Episode 2: "Transformation (full) -/- dysmorphic [video call]". The Spiral? The Flesh. The Stranger. Ink 5oul (avatar/ entity?)

Episode 6: "Injury (needles) -/- intimidation [999 call] "Corruption? The Spiral? The Flesh? The End?

"Needles" reminds me of Michael!Distortion.

Notes and Thoughts:

"It's not like we're dealing with Tape Recorders..." I'm side eying you real hard, Celia. And what's with all of the questions? The "looking for patterns" question is 100% fair but those examples are AWEFULLY SPECIFIC. I wasn't entirely sure I bought the idea that Celia was the same Celia from TMA, but no this is totally her for sure. "DO YOU KNOW WHO JOHN" IS EXCUSE ME? WHAT REAL STUFF?

HILLTOP CENTER BRANCH?!!! 0 managerial or other support from HR; very reminiscent of the weird circumstances surrounding the house on Hilltop Road. Bear skin rug very reminiscent of the Gorilla Skin in TMA S3. The Volunteers remind me of the medical students from Mag34. The email is about events from 2015. This was the same year Gertrude died and John became the Head Archivist in TMA. Why am I not seeing anyone else talk about this?

I have a theory that I was originally going to put in this post but detangling that giant ball of red string entirely is taking too long so I'm just going to put the TL'DR here and maybe make a proper list later if I can ever finish pulling the string on that particular red sweater. Between the items the Volunteers bring in, and the events of the incident itself, what if every single Entity is represented? The gunshots that were heard were the Slaughter. The fire was the Desolation. The person who wrote the email being crushed by all of the items was the Buried. There are a number of artifacts that get listed off that could represent at least one if not multiple Entities (which might be their purpose; considering how many times the fact that the categorization was imperfect got brought up in TMA, it's probably more helpful to view them as a spectrum more than anything else), including some that are very reminiscent of things from specific TMA statements (The bear skin rug -> The Gorilla skin, Old medical equipment -> the syringe in mag 45? The telescope -> Maxwell Rayner was originally Edmond Halley, the Astronomer, etc. etc). So...okay, hear me out: what if this was all part of a ritual, and that's what the "good cause" was? A ritual that involved all of the fears being represented? Sound familiar? Except instead of it being a ritual to start an apocalypse or reshape the world in the image of one or more of the fears, what if it was a ritual to summon something that was associated with all of the fears? Or, rather, what if it was a ritual to summon someone who had been touched by all of the fears? And that's also why so many of the items seem to be analogous to things from statements and events from TMA? Like....maybe I'm wrong entirely. Or maybe I'm right about this being about summoning someone, or something, (maybe someone from TMA? Maybe Celia?), but wrong about it being John who was being summoned. But, again, this incident took place in 2015, which was the same year Gertrude died and John became head Archivist, and I feel like this means something.

#the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers #the magnus protocol speculation #tmp #tmp spoilers #tmp speculation #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp speculation #tma spoilers #shizu's red string board

[thisisnotthenerd]

next ih season: the unsleeping city

quick episode descriptions:

mutant santa melee: first battle. pete and sofia's intro to the fights of the unsleeping city. wild magic surge. mutant santa clones & big santa slug in an igloo. ricky decapitates the santa slug. santa lays eggs.

scramble in the sewers: saving em from the rat king. the rat king is a piece of shit. the beefy boys come out. sofia sinks, pete goes to get her, kugrash turns into a shark. sofia detangles the rat king's tails and kug becomes the rat king.

the war of bugs & rats: pete summoned the bugsters here. 'wasp' centaur. spider web in the bodega. the beetle's just gonna have to kill ya. sofia bonds with la gran gata de la tienda de la esquina. the bodega of wonders.

subway skirmish: evil horse cop & crooked cop ghosts. summoning the train to nod with nod present. i'm gonna kill that dog. summoning the beefy boys and rats that eat a centaur. pizza rat. i shoot kingston in the leg.

panic at the art show: isabella infierno & her devils. chucking a toilet & breaking the water tower. waking willy. she killed my husband. i'm walking away and she's not. jumping off the building to come in the front door. spider trampoline.

broadway brawl: the show must go on. misty having the performance of a lifetime. queen titania. i may be little but i am fierce. ricky, naked, bodyrolling on misty. stephen sondheim riding a bear. subduing titania with a waist trainer.

showdown at the stock exchange: robert's ritual and vampires in kiosks. animate objects. paralysis for kug. put that tongue back in your fuckin' mouth. pete comes back from the dead to cast dispel magic. i wanna cut right now, and then we'll cut back and brennan will just be covered in bruises.

times squaremageddon: spinning around the puritan work ethic american dream. sofia jumping to hit and dying. puppeting the bodies down safely. rats as a hat on the american dream. esther planting one on ricky. santa and stephen sondheim with broadswords. alejandro falls into the void. buff chrome pete and ricky hanging off the edge.

times squaremageddon part 2: individual vignettes. i eat the bagel. you already are here. i was just fucking him in heaven. i want to see its true form. ricky's sacrifice. santa dies. 19 to catch esther. greed is good for rat motherfuckers like robert moses. shaking hands as kug disperses into the universe.

#dimension 20 #battle episode of all time #the unsleeping city #d20 poll #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 spoilers #feel free to add your reasoning/propaganda as you like

[sukunasun]

I am OBSESSED with Spider-Man Suguru …. YOUR MIND

he's such an ominous figure when he's got the mask on but turns into a nerdy grump when he takes it off. kinda wanna see him in thick-rimmed glasses and sweatpants, lazing around and recuperating from his latest mission. sleep deprived and a little weary, the languid motion of him tossing and turning in a creaky bed made up of duvets and pillows he's stacked strategically, covers pulled over the bird nest atop his head. doesn't want to think about detangling on his off day.

but you like the suit. always had. in another life, you see him crouched on a rooftop, silhouette highlighted by a neon sign, rain pelting against him. how menacing. suguru's got angst brooding within him. withholding the chance to move on, or rather he doesn't intend to. so what if he's become obsessive, talking to screens and dreaming about you. modeling his holographic companions after your figure, your face, your voice. spent forever getting it just right. coding a line or two or a hundred and changing the input repeatedly. the first draft appears before him then. not too nice, not too mean. perfection glowing before him with the same smile you wear, flittering over his shoulder, snuggled up to his cheek, fitting in the crook of his palm as you give him updates on everything. "they're having a sale at the supermarket," says virtual assistant you, and he actually does make a trip there. buying himself a nice box of stock for dinner before he realizes that it's the first time he's actually made himself a meal. a year late but still, it's better than takeout or vending machine natto.

although, he would still prefer a tangible, physical you that isn't made up of glitching pixels. to caress skin and flesh, kiss the very breath from you and feel it graze his own lips. puffing out gasping cries and guttural moans, exhaling his name in exaltation, he'll swallow them up.

he's had a bad day. you can tell because he's abandoned the hot meal and even hotter shower for this. storming towards you with heavy steps and his heavy breaths puffing through his mask. why should you fear spiderman. hero, and saviour of the world. that he's been teasing you, taunting you. so what if he's got your wrists tied up around a tangle of webs. only after he's pulled from you a scream and the third orgasm of that night do you wonder.

spandex serves its purpose when it's hugging muscled arms so strong, bending and straining tight as he cages in, looms above you, his weight steady you can't help but to surrender to how good the pressure feels. the tilt of his head is condescending, enough to show you he isn't impressed, "you made a mess," suguru doesn't even try to be sympathetic. merely stating it as if it was all your fault for squirting all over his oh-so-precious suit. you'd question him on the occasion at hand, he'd been the one who wanted you to come undone on his dick.

legs locked tight behind him, his cock slides in just that bit further, deeper. a surprised squeal slipping past your lips. "easy now," you used to tease whenever he's gotten too eager, too hungry. but you're at a loss for words when the roles are reversed here. especially when the sharp point of his fangs skim over a patch of skin he's come to know as one of your most sensitive spots. right where it won't hurt you too much, he determines where they should sink in and leave behind no more than two perfectly formed puncture wounds, no bruising, no blood. well, maybe just a little, the iron tang he laps at is addictive. is alive.

#in a state of deep raging arousal and titillation #sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto fic #geto suguru fic #spiderman suguru #saturated

[northforwinter]

My Rwby OC's as pictures I have on my phone

Khione:

Serene:

Jameson:

Covey:

Morwenna:

Marnie:

#Not me having not guy ocs #Rwby #Rwby oc #Tell my our future #Detangling the web #Haunted #I'm so bored

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Ok ok. Hear me out.

Little brainrot here.

We will soon get to explore Fontaine and discover its underwater treasures, right ?

So, what about Foul Legacy with merperson!reader ?

I often dream about being a mermaid myself, freely swimming in clear waters, diving through algae and kelp forests while dancing with the other fish ; and, last night, I actually had a dream about this that happened to take place in Teyvat.

I’d like to think that Fontaine is the perfect place to meet mermaids, even though you can also see them in deep rivers, lakes or even the other seas that hold their place in the world. Foul Legacy probably found himself lost in these watery lands once, maybe while trying to get to Liyue. The only person he thought would be safe to stay with would probably be Zhongli, and yet the voice in his head constantly whispering how this idea is the only one he has left to follow suddenly quiets down once he hears the melodious voices of seafolks bloom all around him, most of them being slightly muffled but the waters they like to hide under. Like with everyone else, they tend to be wary of him, staying away from his monstrous form even though he can see glimmers of curiosity in their dark eyes. And, terrified at the idea of frightening them even more -he wouldn’t want to hurt such beautiful creatures by accident !- he keeps his distance too, silently watching them from the shadows, trilling curiously from time to time.

Now, I think merpeople communicate with a wide range of sounds, going from the entrancing songs of whales or the sharp clicks of dolphins to sounds so deep even he has trouble them, marvelling at how ethereal all of this is. This language is a little bit similar to the one he uses, and yet he can’t really bring himself to understand the nuances. This is why it takes him a few seconds to realise that the inquisitive chirps that echo not far from him are those of a merperson trying to communicate with him until his eyes fall upon their elegant silhouette.

Despite the fear of hurting them and the quite peculiar language barrier, our cinnamon roll of an Abyss creature lowers himself to bring his masked visage to their level. He almost falls into the water when their small, webbed hands come graze the ridges of his crimson mask and horns, detangling his fluffy hair and mane, droplets of water going still upon meeting the thick, yet incredibly soft surface of his purple fur. What he can only interpret as being happy coos and trills cross the edge of their salt-covered lips, and Foul Legacy quickly finds himself talking back with an enthusiasm that only matches their own, starry wing fluttering in delight every time their voice start humming a song. And he is quite surprised to see other merpeople approach him after a few days of peacefully interacting with us, their voices and tunes forming an echo that could mesmerise the coldest of hearts.

Maybe Liyue can wait, after all.

- 🫧 anon

🫧 anon i love you so much thank you for this delicious MEAL!!! also i am soso excited for Fontaine especially underwater exploration!! it reminds me of the underwater areas in another game i play it's soooo pretty

Foul Legacy could spend hours listening to you talk- of course, all the merpeople have lovely voices, but you're his favorite, being the first to approach him without fear. you, like him, are quite curious, countless questions always glittering in your eyes, questions that he can't quite understand. but even with the language barrier, Legacy finds himself basking in your voice, the familiarity of something close to his own language making him purr in delight, craning his head back so you can scratch under his chin

luckily Foul Legacy still LOOOOVES water, even if he's not an aquatic creature himself. it comes with having a Hydro vision, but he loves to swim and can hold his breath for a very long time!! at first you'll simply bring him items you found that you thought were pretty, since you're very much aware that some tales paint merpeople as vicious and bloodthirsty; you only ask if he wants to come swimming with you after you both trust each other, pointing to him, then the water, and tilting your head with an inquisitive trill. and if he accepts you clap your hands in joy, a beam spreading across your cheeks and webbed ears twitching happily. you adore the look of amazement on Legacy's face, as well as how bubbles float from his fanged maw when he attempts to chirp underwater- plus, now he can see your scales and markings in the sunlight too!!

i think Fontaine and Liyue are going to be connected, by land and by water, so if you must, you'll also show him how to get back to Liyue via the waterways of Fontaine. you really don't want to- it's been a long time since you've had such an amazing friend- but you know he misses the safety of Liyue like a fish misses the sea, so you'll take him to the border between the two nations and point out the way he needs to go in order to return. before he leaves, though, you give him one final gift- a luminescent seashell you found years ago, waiting for the right moment and right person to give it to, since there's nothing better than watching someone's face light up as you give them a gift. he's sure to treat it carefully, cupping the delicate object in his claws and crooning his heartfelt thanks, giving you one final lick on the cheek, which you greet with a kiss of your own before watching him depart with a mournful smile

Legacy turns back once, for a final glance, but when he looks to the sea, you're already gone

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #🫧 anon #i LOVE merpeople oh my goodness #i love the ocean and i love swimming #...the ocean also terrifies me shhh i am a scaredy cat #i think giving gifts is a part of mer-life since there's so many cool baubles in the ocean #what if you're the Hydro archon's servants and if she likes you you can gain a human form #aaaaaa if there aren't merpeople in Fontaine i will MAKE MY OWN!!!! #short scenario #other's stuff #good evening :)

[songoftrillium]

The Dawn Tribes, led by the Hapil, are arguably the oldest of the factions. Divided during the War of Rage, and their oral tradition nearly erased during the 19th century, they reunited in the face of widespread destruction of caern and den realm alike. They argue that the Age of Apocalypse began with the destruction of their traditions, and believe healing the wounds of the past are the way towards healing Gaia. They have made great strides to this end, working with the Hearthbound and Gurahl to connect their cousin tribes with their kinfolk, and through great effort have successfully reawakened Turtle, who devoured Old Windtooth and thawed the hearts of Kalaril, creating a new tribe. They firmly believe that all Killi are cousins in the eyes of Gaia, and that they must reconcile past grudges to confront the Wyrm. This faction initially reformed around the Hearthbound, but regained prominence through the revelations of Fera previously believed to have been eliminated.

Tenets of the Dawn Tribes

• The Weaver is a spinner of traps; her tools are one of them. Detangling the wyrm from her web is key to restoring balance. • The Killi are all our family cousins. The Bitten and the Warborn our brothers and sisters in spirit. All are needed in the coming fights. • The old spirits have seen history repeat. We must relearn their old ways to fight the Wyrm. • We serve no kings, and no colonists. The moon reflects a bright sun and we will share it's light. • The traditions of the peoples of Turtle Island are hidden but not lost. One must only listen, seek, and ask, to find them.

#world of darkness #werewolf: the apocalypse #werewolf the apocalypse #Werewolf: the Essentials #The Dawn Tribes

[fictionkinfessions]

Usually when we find sourcemates we find one or two and eventually they either block us, we lose contact or they just stop fronting. This time I've a bunch of sourcemates. Usually it makes me feel less real in my identity as a fictive but this time it makes me feel safe.

I know this isnt healthy but detangling the web of delusional attachment my brain puts me through is something im workig on in therapy, besides, none of these people are really my sourcemates because I cant be the same as i was

📦

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #seekin #abandonment cw #mod party cat

[latibvles]

Hi bestie!! I am, once again, humbly Begging for #1 or #6 with Lieb, please 😅🥺🙏🏼

#1 — GOOD MORNING KISS. / send a kiss from this list.

He likes to start his shifts early, to really make a good buck off of all those sailors coming in the early morning on their ships. It’s routine for him at this point. Wake up, (begrudgingly) detangle himself from you, take a shower and start on coffee. Joe’s convinced he has this down to a science. Since the war, his internal clock doesn’t even let him sleep in as late as he would’ve liked, so it all works out, in its own way.

Eventually, you also pull yourself out of bed. He always greets you with coffee, has the way you take it memorized. By that point he’s dressed for the day, keys on the counter, and orangey-early morning light is washing over the kitchen as the San Francisco fog finally begins to clear.

Before the war, he honestly hated mornings, but he’d pull himself out of bed because he had siblings to support and parents to help out, so he did it without complaint.

Now, though, he looks at you and the scene before him is something that can only be described by those overly flowery words Web was always mulling over during the war. You’re a dream in his button down, hands clasped around the mug as you slowly but surely make your way back to the waking world.

“I forgot something.” Joe pushes himself off the counter, making his way towards you. You raise a brow.

“And what’s that?”

He leans down, kissing you sweetly, tasting the remnants of coffee on your breath. You run your hand through his hair and he doesn’t mind as he pulls away, giving you a smirk and a wink.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

#Joe liebgott the man that you are #i want to squish him like a stress ball #(affectionate) #band of brothers x reader #joseph liebgott #joseph liebgott x reader #writing ask prompt #poet’s mail box #poe’s pals