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xiaoseminence · 1 year

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I’m not sure if you do these but

An imposter!sagau with a creator (gn??)who just keeps resurrecting when they die, like their body disintegrates and reforms in the same spot like a minute later

Anyway Zhongli’s reaction to killing the creator, then watching their golden blood spill everywhere and realise with horror what he did

Only for creator to resurrect not even five minutes later, but with massive obvious trust issues (and Zhongli’s subsequent extreme guilt)

It’s a guilt fic im asking you to write a guilt fic

𓆩♡𓆪 Divine Retribution 𓆩♡𓆪 (Genshin SAGAU Scenario) (Imposter AU!)

Summary ➵✬ Mislead by a false idol, Rex Lapis commits the ultimate act of heresy. It’s only when the blood of the real creator stains his hands a golden color that he realizes what he just did.

Warnings ➵✬ Heavy Yandere, Mild depictions of blood/violence, Worship/Religious practices, Dark Topics, Depictions of emotional distress, Reader dies but not really

Despite how much your legs ached and your lungs seemed about ready to combust, you were slowly but surely starting to realize that you’d never be able to outrun him. If anything, it was as if he was toying with you, his disembodied voice whispering fury filled words into your ears as tears streamed down your face.

“Sinner, Miscreant! You vile creature will meet your justice at my hands today”

You never asked for any of this. The initial excitement of discovering you’d awoken in the world of your favorite game, surrounded by the many characters you’d grown to know and love, soon turned into icy fear once you saw the look in their eyes. From the very first moment any of them met you, they looked at you with such disdain and malice, they’d curse at you, call you “Imposter” or “Monster”, and chase you away. So far you managed to outrun them all, hiding in the rural regions of Liyue without showing your face to a single soul. But as soon as he was informed about your existence, your life was running on limited time.

“Their eminence will be delighted to see your head on a stake, hung above the walls of their palace. Demons like you should know that only death awaits you in the land of the creator”

A loud cry erupted from your throat as you felt a piercing pain in one of your legs. One look back revealed a golden spear embedded deeply in your flesh. Although you tried to keep running, it resulted only in a pathetic limp before you collapsed to the ground shortly after. The black cloak you had grown accustomed to wearing hid your form from the archon that was drawing closer and closer to your shivering body. The countless scrapes and bruises that covered you from head to toe after running for such a long time felt more painful than ever before. The golden blood flowing through your veins ever since you first came to this world was absorbed by the dark cloth, remaining as nothing but a barely visible stain.

His steps were slow and silent as he lazily stalked up to you. To him, you were wounded prey - and he was the predator about to devour you whole. Finally stepping in front of you, his gloved hands reached out to harshly grab your chin, forcing you to look straight into his amber colored eyes that were burning with resentment.

“It seems as though the little pest has finally been caught in the trap. Speak, Rat. Dare you defend your actions of besmirching the divine creator’s name with your hideous attempt to copy their form?”

He always seemed like such a grounded and wise character, yet as you were met with his perfect features pulled into a dangerous snarl, it was difficult to believe that this was the same person. An involuntary whine spilled past your lips as his grip on your jaw grew stronger to the point that you thought your skull would break apart.

“I don’t know what crime you keep accusing me of. I never hurt anyone!”, it came out as a desperate plea for mercy, yet something inside you told you that it didn’t matter whether you were to beg on your knees or spit in his face - the archon of geo remained as unmoving in his resolve to kill you as mountain, ever unfazed by its surroundings.

“Pathetic.” - He all but growled this word as his eyes seemed to grow as hard as gold. Before you could even realize what was happening, a harsh push had your back painfully colliding with the muddy ground below. The tip of his golden spear dematerialized from its place embedded in your thigh, instead appearing only inches from your (e/c) eyes. You were scared to blink, even scared to breathe - in fear that the spear would come crashing down on you before you knew it. Your face - the face that everyone seemed to resent you for - was staring right at the archon who would be your killer.

For only a fraction of a moment, his amber eyes seemed to soften, their color appearing gentle and warm like molten pools of caramel. Yet this moment was soon over, as an even harsher scowl appeared on his features.

“How dare you? You really thought you’d be able to fool their grace’s most devoted worshiper?”, he hissed, as if it was somehow your fault that you looked similar to the deity they revered.

“You don’t deserve to utter any last words”

Before your mouth could open to let out one last defiant scream, before your muscles could contract and roll you to the side, away from danger, a sharp pain shot through your forehead - all but seeming to split your head in half as the spear found its place in your skull. The last thing your tired eyes noticed was a single splatter of shimmering, golden blood - before finally… your vision faded to black.

In all his years of seeing war, bloodshed, famine and death, the archon of Liyue never once faltered in his conviction toward his creator. Even after losing those who held close to his heart, his faith gave him the strength to carry onward - his body seemingly fueled only by sheer devotion. Yet in this very moment, as a single splatter of golden blood hit his face, he never felt more pathetic. Not a single muscle in his form dared to even so much as twitch, as the only feeling aside from his own heartbeat thundering painfully in his chest was the warm liquid sliding down his cheek. It seared him, felt so hot against his skin that he was sure it was a warning of what hellfire would await him after what he had done.

“I- Your grace?”, his words were barely above a whimper, hand outstretched as if to touch them, assure himself that he hadn’t done what he feared he had. Although he tried to convince himself that he must be mistaken, the endlessly empty feeling in his chest confirmed what he deep down already knew to be true. He had killed them.

ɢᴏᴅꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ - ʜᴇʀᴇᴛɪᴄ - ᴅɪꜱꜱᴇɴᴛᴇʀ

The words kept repeating themselves endlessly in his mind. With a broken sob his knees gave out under him, allowing his body to fall onto the cold ground. He felt like he was burning from the inside, hellfire coursing through his veins, yet his shaking hands still reached out for his creator’s limp body. His gloves had long since been discarded, thrown aside and forgotten in the damp grass. “What a fool I am, your grace. What hubris led me to believe that I could be your most devoted servant, the one to lay the world at your feet when in the end… it was I who fell for a false idol?”

He wanted to cradle his deity in his arms, let the tears that spilled from his eyes wash away his sins and their blood. His face felt tainted, dirty - sullied with the blood of his one and only god. Blood that he had spilled. When his hands should have touched the body lying motionless on the ground, he was met with nothing but shimmering dust. The creator had disappeared.

It mattered little to Rex Lapis what would become of this world, of the inhabitants of Liyue and all those he swore to protect. Nothing in this world would ever matter again without the gentle guidance of the creator.

“Please, I beg you! Please punish me! I deserve a punishment worse than death”- He bowed down so deeply that he could feel the cool ground against his face. He was ready to beg and atone for as long as it took for you to punish him. He would accept anything, anything at all - but he couldn’t live knowing he’d been abandoned by you. A life without your presence was a greater torture to him than his mind could even fathom - if you stayed gone… he would break apart.

“Please… come back”, he had yelled and cried to the point his lungs started to hurt, and by now his voice was nothing above a raspy whisper. What a pathetic shadow of himself the archon had become.

You often wondered what the afterlife would be like. Would you end up waking up in yet another game world? Or… would dying perhaps give you a chance to go back home? Home, where you belonged and many friendly souls were waiting for you, people who wouldn’t curse and spit at you, forcing you to go into hiding for so long. Yet death did not come to you as easily as you expected, as when you opened your eyes again…

A cloud of shimmering golden dust was surrounding you like a cocoon. When it all at once burst open, you were met with a rather startling sight. Before you knelt Rex Lapis - or Zhongli as you’d first come to know him in the game. Yet to your surprise, nothing seemed to remain of the unshakable mountain he appeared as before. He was shivering, near silent sobs racking his body uncontrollably.

The slight golden shimmer in his peripheral vision made him freeze. His teary eyes raised themselves at a snail’s pace - too scared was he that it was a mere illusion of his desperate mind. Yet when he met your mortified gaze, he couldn’t help but cry out in relief.

“Your grace! I will repent! Whatever you want, for however long you see fit-”, the male practically flung himself at your feet, hands grasping all too eagerly at your stiff legs. His touch was gentle, but you knew it would be impossible to get him to let you go if he saw it fit to hold you in place. He was looking up at you with such… passion? It felt as though you could see right through his eyes, into a burning fire of devotion. This was far different to how anyone ever looked at you before in this world. They tended to gaze at you with either disdain or a twisted kind of pity that made you feel sick to your stomach. It scared you far more than if he had been angry, swinging at you with that spear of his.

“L-let me go! Don’t touch me!”, you frantically cried out, moving backwards so quickly that you fell over.

His expression immediately fell, an almost empty look replacing his formerly so fiery expression.

“I understand, your grace”, his breath shuddered as he instantly let you go, hands retracting so fast, it seemed as though your skin had burned him.

“I will prove my worth to you. Command me as you wish. No matter what you order me to do, who you want me to kill. If you want me to mutilate and torture myself I will be happy to do so, I’d burn all of Liyue down in a heartbeat if you so desired - if only to cleanse myself of the sin I have committed”

His fervent, desperate devotion was far more terrifying than his wrath could ever be. Word count ➵✬ 1850 Note ➵✬ Thank you for my very first request

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mondaymelon · 6 months

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₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 | xiao, childe, kazuha, scaramouche x gn!reader

ˋ°•*⁀➷ cw: fluff. established relationship, yeah that's it. writer's block hits again!!

⤷ [ the little things they do when they think you’re not looking ෆ]

— xiao, who... glances at your fingers often, a longing gaze that's only present when he thinks your eyes aren't on him. he's too scared to reach out and take your hand, intertwining his and yours fingers together, despite how much he yearns for the feeling of you. he wants your warmth. it's bright, it's comforting, it soothes something restless inside him. your presence is radiant, like the sun's rays, and he wants to bask in it.

"xiao?" your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and his face instantly warms the slightest. he's been caught, hasn't he? he slowly trails his golden eyes up to your face with a rather sheepish expression, like a criminal caught in the act.

"...yes?" shit, his voice sounds way too tentative. if you hadn't noticed anything off before, you certainly did now. his cold enough exterior remains as he watches you try to hold back a bout of laughter.

"love. if you want to hold my hand, you don't need to ask."

swiftly, like the cunning being you are, you take his hand in yours, just how he wanted to. there's warmth in your hand, and he can feel it through his gloves. not enough. he withdraws with reluctance, spurring confusion in you. "oh, did i assume wrong? sorry, i didn't think..." your words trail off as you watch xiao swiftly dispose of his gloves, and then his fingers are intertwined with yours, his callused hands against your smooth ones.

"then..." his face is noticeably red, and the gold in his eyes seems to have softened at your touch. he brings up the back of your hand to his lips, his words leaving the ghost of a breath lingering on your skin. "this is okay, right?" his fleeting lips kiss them in a way so gentle you'd thought never be possible, and you don't need a mirror to tell how flustered he's made you.

"xiao, you-"

"don't refuse me now, love."

— childe, who... tends to stand behind you a lot, just so that he can glare at whoever you're talking to that's speaking a little too comfortably. his dead eyes will give them a brief answer, and then he'll scoff under his breath, as if they aren't worth his attention. small pests like this lived to be exterminated, and he'd be happy to do the honors, but the way your smiling without a care in the world makes him pause.

"childe, we need to talk." your voice is serious. fuck, were you going to break up with him? had he not been good enough? fatui duties were so annoyingly persistent, but he'd finished them up as fast as he could so he could come home to you, like he promised... was that not enough? of course it wasn't enough, he should've-

"childe? i can see you standing behind that wall. get over here." his heart drops to his stomach, and he comes out from behind his hiding place with a wobbly grin.

"ahaha, you got me! what's... what's this all about?" his words die in his throat at the exasperated look you're giving him.

"childe, you can't keep doing this." doing what? "you're scaring all my friends and-"

"...friends?" there's astoundment in his voice, and his eyes are wide. "oh- i mean, yeah of course. what else?"

you sigh, yet your face can't help but break into a smile at his antics. "what, did you think i'd break up with you? no chance in hell. it's just that you've been glaring a whole lot at my friends lately and they've issued several complaints that i've had to endure-"

you're cut short as the taller man engulfs you in a tight hug, using a hand on the back of your head to press you against him. your face is on his chest, and through the fabric you can hear how his heart races.

"you can't scare me like this, love. not again, pinky promise?"

— kazuha, who... likes to smile. a lot. whenever he's around you, his serene expression changes, the corners of his lips curving upwards, eyes shining as he spots you from however far away. shh, don't tell anyone, but secretly, your occasional visits to the crux are what he looks forward to the most in his days, quietly yearning to see the bright smile on your face one more time.

"kazuha?"

his head tilts as he directs his full attention on you, as if it already wasn't in the moments prior. "yes?" his crimson eyes glow with warmth, the warmth you've granted him.

"why do you always... smile so much?" it's not unnerving, no, not in the slightest. the way it sets his face alight is beautiful, if anything. but you've heard of his past, and you're wary that it might all just be a show he's acting out so you won't have to worry over him. that self-sacrificial idiot.

kazuha seems startled by the questions, his eyes growing round before his quietly laughs into his fist, his chuckles like birdsong against the wind. he leans forward, resting his face in his bandaged palm. "love, is it not obvious? it's because of you that i'm able to smile like this."

he's acting so cheeky right now. it makes you want to kiss him, with just how romantic he's making the situation. your face is flushed, you're well aware, and kazuha captures it all in his knowing gaze, smiling still. "kazuha, you have quite the way with words, don't you?" suddenly, something you overheard from the sailors arises amongst other thoughts.

[ "hey, haven't you thought that kazuha doesn't smile often?"

you had scoffed then, a plain lie. they must not see him often.

"ah, you poor, unknowing fools." a proud voice this time, a female one, one riddled with a laugh. you could catch a glimpse of the brown hair. "don't you know that he only smiles when his lover comes around?"

a collective gasp. ]

his eyes are warm. his voice is warm. he is a man of warmth, like the yearning leaves on the wind. kazuha stirs something within you, and you can't help but break into the slightest of smiles.

"love, the truth has a way of captivating an audience."

— scaramouche, who... is not well versed on whatever he's feeling right now. he'll try and hide it all he wants, turning his head away whenever you're not staring in his direction so he can hide the furious crimson that has dusted his cheeks. is he flustered? as if. you're not quite skilled enough to pull such a feat. yet...

"scara?" your finger grazes his cheek as you gaze at him with concern in your eyes. it's almost irritating, how persistent you are, but he'll allow it. he'll allow it, because it's making him feel a rush in his blood, and it makes him warm. "are you okay? your face is red."

shit. it is? he immediately covers his face with his hands, and prepares to flee. look at him, the exalted sixth harbinger of the goddamn fatui, about to run with his tail between his legs like this. his dignity attempts to pull him to his seat, but the thunderous rush in his ears, audible to himself, is something that you should never witness. it's shameful.

your hand latches onto his wrist, and you stare up at him, brows slightly furrowed as your lips formed a pout. "as i thought, you're unwell. c'mon, let's get you to bed, and then i'll-"

"no." his refusal is instant. his own voice rings in his ears. how it even possible to feel this way? you called him your lover, but it was something he had just... agreed to, in the heat of the moment. he clutches the fabric of his clothes so tightly they almost twist in his hold. the empty silence is all he needs to confirm it. no, he could never love someone like you. or anyone at all.

with grudging certainty, he knows. if he were to fall, it'd be you that he'd yearn for. yearn. perhaps... was that the longing he felt whenever he saw that soft gaze of yours, or faced your very presence? the two of you were already lovers, so why couldn't he bring himself to pull you closer into his arms?

"scara? love, what are you..." the use of a nickname catches him off guard. you know exactly what you're doing to him, don't you? despite that, he can't help but fall deeper and deeper.

"say that again. call me love again."

(a/n) tried doing a different style of writing this time? pretty silly if i do say so myself !! sorry for the shorter length existential crisis loves me so mmuch

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kartoffelstern · 7 months

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dofuwani snippet

a little snippet of some random thoughts on Croc, Doffy and their differences in character - just wanted to jot down a few ramblings while I'm trying to finish up a proper fic

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Crocodile doesn’t like surprises. Never has. He has back-up plans for his back-up plans. Meticulous planning has gotten him up the social ladder where he now comfortably resides among the elites of the world with more money in his pockets than he could ever spend in a lifetime. The climb was long and grueling, but he fought tooth and nail for a space on the golden throne of the rich and famous.

Doflamingo on the other hand has never had to struggle much for acceptance among the nobles. Maybe that’s why he seems so confident at every garish business party with his feet propped onto dessert laden marble tables like a savage and yet he doesn’t receive a single complaint from the snobbish old folks around him. No, they wouldn’t ever think of chastising him, not because he could and would rip them in two if he so pleases, but much rather because the people buzzing around him are too busy worshiping the very ground beneath his feet. No matter how rude Doflamingo acts and how lewd he dresses, there’s a certain kind of grace to his comportment, a je-ne-sais-quois in each of his actions that has the capacity to render most of those around him captivated, obsessed even.

He has natural charisma in heaps. The very same kind of charisma that Crocodile has struggled so hard to secure for himself over years. It hadn’t come to him easily, that power to gather people around you, make them wanna die for you, and he blames his misanthropic nature for that.

Crocodile avoids the spotlight as much as he can. He much rather prefers dwelling in the shadows, submerged in proverbial deep waters not unlike his namesake and rest in waiting until careless prey edges close enough for him to slam his merciless fangs into.

Doflamingo’s lust for attention fills him with disdain instead. That man is too colorful, too loud, too flamboyant, too much. How someone can bask in the watchful eyes of people instead of feeling caged, parade around like a paradise bird with his attention-whorish feathers on display for the entire world to drool and gloat as if the world is his stage and his stage only, will always be a mystery to Crocodile. It’s trashy. Doflamingo’s trashy. And yet…

For some reason, the bird seeks him out at every occasion. Maybe he simply can’t wrap his mind around the fact that there are people on this planet who don’t fall head first into his charm’s gravitation field. People like Crocodile. Now he’s trying anything to pull Crocodile into this pink void of brainless adoration for a fallen god like him and the constant rejections are only acting as fuel for Doflamingo to be even more persistent, more obnoxious, more obsessed.

“Hey, why don’t we team up? We’d make such a splendid pair, let’s raise a little hell together!”

Never would Crocodile let that pink avian pest put a collar and leash on him. No matter how sickly honeyed he makes his offers of power over vast lands and lavish kingdoms, no matter how tempting the prospect of having someone extroverted by his side to deal with that grating job of handling people is.

No, Crocodile’s pride is a bonafide safety lock for the door to his shriveled heart and no bird could ever hope to pick it no matter how strong that beak may be.

Doflamingo may try to open it. Over and over. The lock may get scratches and notches over time, but Crocodile is certain that it won’t budge, no, not if he can help it. So for now he will begrudgingly play a part in this game of tug and war, will stomp down every playful invitation of Doflamingo’s into the sand and hope that one day, the bird will fy away from his den and leave the gator in peace.

Let’s see how far it will take him.

#one piece #sir crocodile #donquixote doflamingo #dofuwani #geschreibsel

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prideofcelestia · 2 years

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❝when you turn into a rat and the only way to turn you back is a kiss from your true love — barbatos❞

« characters - barbatos »

« gender neutral reader »

« pairing - romantic »

« based on a discussion with @obeythedemons »

i. maybe don't touch what isn't yours

The package was meant for Barbatos so maybe you should not have touched it. But then, it would have been him who had turned into a rat — the fate that had currently befallen you.

You tried to speak but only timid squeaks came out — no doubt as a reflection of your panic. The sounds, however, had a very different effect on your boyfriend who usually could not get enough of your voice.

Clutching the wall nearby, Barbatos closed his eyes with a painful expression before proving his efficiency. It was no time to be planning the extermination of pests! It was you, not a… not a you-know-what!

Barbatos, deep breaths. Barbatos, tap the rational part of your brain. The Young Master would be very disappointed if the human exchange student vanished from the face of the world. Heck, his heart would shatter and he would be a shell of a demon if he were to be separated from you... er in any form other than that. And all of it was because of his carelessness, no less. His love clashed with his fear and the result was him understanding that the situation was beyond his ability to handle alone.

Opening a portal that led to the R.A.D Council Room, he made sure you entered it before passing through it himself after a considerable lapse of time. He didn't dare to move at the same time as you in your new form.

After shakily explaining the situation to Diavolo and glancing at you with a shudder, Barbatos took his leave to lie down because of the shock. But not before profuse apologies of his incompetence and his intentions of submitting his resignation as the royal butler and breaking up with you had been made.

Diavolo looked distressed and your squeaking in protest only made your boyfriend look more resolute and a little unnerved. Not only did you lose your human form and ability to speak but now you were also about to lose the love of your life. Could rats die of a broken heart?! You were about to find out!

Diavolo glanced at the package that was the source of the mayhem. His golden eyes widened when he saw the card that came with it.

"Turn into your lover's worst nightmare. Only true love's kiss can break the curse!"

ii. the kiss of death

Deadly silence filled the room as every pair of eyes focused on you, who was seated on the table like a garnished plate of delicious food. Beel could hardly control himself anytime his eyes fell on you. Your coat stood up straight and a sense of dread filled you.

At that precise moment, Barbatos entered — looking as haggard as you had last seen him — but averted his eyes the moment he glanced at you.

"Di-Did you find a solution to the predicament, Young Master?"

Diavolo's usual mirth had left him while his mind raced to think of a solution. Quickly. Since ideas were not forthcoming, he looked crestfallen as he told Barbatos the truth.

Biting the insides of his cheeks, Barbatos grimaced as he tried not to puke. Bile rose to his throat and burned his mouth. In all his existence, he had never once wished to be blasted into smithereens until then.

He also realised that if given a chance to think, he would only be inclined to refuse kissing a… a you-know-what. Even if it was technically you in disguise.

So, taking a deep breath, he locked eyes with Beelzebub and Lucifer.

"Do what you shall — tie me, use a spell, restraint me, knock me out — but make sure I kiss [Name]. Do it right now before I change my mind. I'll owe Lucifer one and for Beelzebub, I'll cook you something to show my gratitude."

Beelzebub moved behind Barbatos at once with a happy grin and wrapped his arms around him tightly to hold him in place. Lucifer, meanwhile, chanted a spell that prevented Barbatos from moving his body at will before putting a blindfold on his eyes. Losing no time, Asmo grabbed you and ran towards Barbatos.

Nobody uttered a single word — especially you since if Barbatos heard you, chances were that he'd start wriggling like a dying fish and refuse the kiss.

The short peck made Barbatos' entire being shake and he saw sights that he believed to be his life. Possibly, that's what most people see before death devours them and now, it seemed to be his turn.

The silver lining in the dark times was your face — the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness.

#obey me #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #obey me x mc #gender neutral mc #obey me!#obey me barbatos #x mc #x reader #barbatos x you #obey me scenario #shion script

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cinnamonest · 2 years

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Eventually I'll make another full hybrid post for multiple boys, but right now I specifically want to focus on the (actually kinda wholesome) idea I had for Tighnari... I rewatched one of the videos I watched for the profile and seeing them run around chasing each other is so adorable and I realized Tighnari deserves his soulmate Fennec Foxgirl

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It feels... perhaps ironic isn't the best word, he thinks. Surreal? No, that's too strong of a term. Likewise, 'humorous' is too weak to the describe the bizarre emotion this interaction brings him.

Just... Odd. A weird, uncanny feeling.

He stoops down further, crouching on his feet, tilting his head to get a better look at you. This is not what he expected to find when he set a cage trap. He would have figured it was just a normal animal eating his research plants and the communal trash away, but here you are. You're crouched in the back of the metallic crate, stiff and snarling. It feels so strange to look at you.

You are, all in all, the same creature. You just so happened to be a lineage that went down the path of separation from humanity and chose to be feral instead, it seems.

...is this what he would have been like, if his lineage had done the same? He can't help but wonder. You growl and snarl and snap your jaws at his fingers when he reaches out to try and pet you through the bars. So lowly and animalistic, lacking in human intellect. You feel worlds apart to him, as if there's no way you are the same, and yet he knows you are. Is it really possible that mere upbringing is truly the only thing that separates you from him? Could he just as easily have turned out to be this creature, naked and unspeaking, rummaging about through trash and gardens like a common pest?

Your ears, although a sandy golden color, mimic his own, comically large and twitching atop your head. Your tail swishes behind you. You snarl and show your pointed teeth. You really do share all the same traits.

...But you look so afraid. He now sees how badly you tremble, despite putting on a ferocious act to try and scare him away. After a moment, you seem to drop the facade of toughness as you start to curl in on yourself, eyes watering, whimpering and quivering.

Not only are you sickly-looking, you're far from home, too. You should be in the desert, but you ended up here... you must have gotten lost and ended up in an unfamiliar place, how unfortunate. And it seems you can't hunt anything here either, hence the need to steal food (primarily garbage from the bins, and from his own property mostly medicinal herbs at that, you wouldn't eat that unless you were really desperate).

Either way, he can't just release you into the forest, you'd most likely die out there, even if you didn't come back to disturb the research. Sigh... no choice but to take you in, at least until someone makes a trip to the deserts and can take you along then. Of course, it does strike him that this also makes an interesting source of observation, and he is admittedly curious to know more about you. But primarily, he can't just let you die.

It poses issues, though. First there's the matter of getting you to calm down and not attack. Once he first lets you out of the cage, you try to run away, and you have the audacity to bite him when he tries to grab you by the arm and hold you still. He still has a scar to this day where your teeth nicked his shoulder.

Eventually, the only way he could get you to calm yourself was throwing you back in the cage and forcing you to inhale some sedatives, keep you limp and loopy for a couple of days while feeding you and petting you to get you used to his presence. By the time you can be brought off of it, you're grumpy about the matter, but it seems that giving you food is a very quick fix to any bad moods you may have. More importantly, you don't try to bite him anymore, or even flinch at his touch. In fact, he learns you seem to appreciate some head pats, as well as ear rubs (of course, he knows how to give the best ear rubs and scratches, seeing as his are just like your own).

You're fairly compliant now, too, which is nice, it's not some huge struggle to tame you. You have now registered him in your mind as "the guy who feeds me and makes my wounds feel better," which means that you are very receptive to his touch and presence, and as soon as he goes back to his daily routine, you follow him around without him even needing to drag you along. You're always right there by his side... especially as you're still a bit afraid of others. Each day you follow him from place to place, entertaining yourself with... whatever it is you do, usually napping at his feet or chasing bugs around on the ground... well, you occupy yourself with that while he has important conversations and does his work.

Unfortunately, though, he can't risk taking you with him for patrols, even though he feels bad about leaving you there. He spends less and less time doing so, and tries to come back sooner, assigns other people to his usual roles unless it’s a genuine danger that needs to be dealt with. People are a bit surprised he would transfer that job to others, but it’s not as if he’s lazy, he just has something else to take care of... besides, they’re very grateful for it, because whenever he leaves he has to lock you in your crate, and you (how on earth it doesn’t bother your own ears, no one knows) decide to express your discomfort by screaming out that little high-pitched cry of yours over and over until he returns (to complaints of headaches, irritated glares, and being begged to never ever leave them alone with you again). He tries to make it better for you by making the crate softer, more padding, leaves in those dog toys he got someone to purchase from the city that you seem to like, but you have no interest in them when he’s gone, so the only way to pacify you is to be there.

Speaking of the cage, the first night after letting you out of it, he tried to put you back in so you could sleep... but you fought tooth and nail, yowling and whimpering and biting again dammit -- anyway, eventually he let you follow him to his own lodging, pulled out a cot for you to sleep on, lifted you up and sat you down on it. You spent about ten minutes there before he's pulled out of half-sleep by the sound of your feet on the floor as you shuffle your way over and promptly wriggle your way under his blankets and curl up beside of him. Of course, he stiffens at first, shifts backwards and stammers to say something, but... the way you open your eyes and look at him all hurt, let out a whimper, confused why he's trying to move away...

Well... he can't just hurt your feelings like that... so, although his face feels hot and he's fidgeting awkwardly, he still moves back towards you. Fine... just this one night. You'll be comfortable with sleeping on your own soon enough, and no one will have to know about this.

Much like him, you sort of pull your knees up, wrap your tail around yourself as is instinctive... your bodies sort of fit together, like how puzzle pieces align perfectly. Your tails overlap, your legs intertwine, your head presses against his chest. He just has to deal with the occasional ear twitching in his face.

One night turns into the next... and the next... on the third night, he tries to set you down on the cot again, but as soon as he sets you down, you swing your legs over the side, stand up, and sure enough, make your way over to what you seem to now consider your shared bed. He can't communicate to you to try and get you to understand, but... well, that's fine... it's not a big deal, he tells himself.

What's more important is that you aren't well-adjusted to human living, of course. For starters, getting you to wear clothing was a battle in and of itself, you hated it at first, tore the first shirt he gave you to shreds while trying to pull it off. He ended up having to go the route of conditioning -- giving you small morsels of treats for not tearing clothes off, and denying them when you did, until you got the message and now can consistently wear a single layer of oversized shirt that comes down to your knees. Anything more than that, though, and you start fighting it again. Additionally, you're okay with him and his presence, but you have to be slowly acclimated to other people, seeing as you growl at them... he had to grab you to stop you from biting yet another person several times. What is it with you and wanting to bite? Sigh...

Those ears end up presenting a challenge too. Over the years, he's reached a point where he's learned to handle it well and even knows how to mentally tune out some noises, just try to ignore it, but you're not used to the usual level of noise in the area at all, and even more sensitive than he is. Early on, whenever there's a lot of activity going on in the village, you start to whimper and whine and grab at your ears, pulling them down to block the sounds. At least he learns to tell when you're uncomfortable, and takes you over to a quiet room whenever you're distressed and waits it out with you.

Other people take notice of your interactions too, of course. They snicker and make offhanded comments about how funny it is to watch the two of you go around everywhere together, how you look alike in some ways but are so different in others. They tease him about how he takes you with him everywhere, make him all flustered and red in the face when they comment about how sweet it is for him to care for you, and how attached you are to him. He just says it’s his responsibility.

But internally, he wonders if you, too, realize the similarity between you two. Do you understand that he's different from the other humans? What about yourself? And more importantly, do you understand that you two are the same? Do you see yourself as different from both him and the others and merely associate him as the same as the other humans, or do you recognize that the two of you are different from everyone else in the same way? He has no way of asking you, so he has to gauge by your actions.

You do seem to take notice of his features, even if he doesn't know if you've realized they're the same features as yours. Once, as you sit next to him while he works, you tilt your head in curiosity, eyes widening when your attention is captivating by his twitching ears. You reach a hand up to paw and swat at them. And on multiple occasions, you've tried to pounce on and wrangle his tail. Much to his irritation, that is. He's still embarrassed about how the first time you did so, he was mid-conversation with someone else, and yelped rather loudly at the sudden surprise, turning in circles in an attempt to grab you and detach your grip while the onlookers tried to hold back laughter.

So you do seem to recognize specific features, but do you possess the cognitive capacity to realize you're the same sort of creature? That is the question... but there's no way to know for sure.

He finally seems to get somewhat of an answer on one day like any other, just the normal routine of walking from one small building to the next, carrying out some daily tasks. And all of a sudden, for no discernable reason, you bolt. You turn on your heel and take off in the opposite direction, feet pattering the ground as you go.

At first, it sparks immediate concern as he goes running after you, calling out for you to stop, even though he knows you don't understand the words themselves. But you keep running. Every few seconds you dart in a different direction, drawing him out and away from the cluster of dwellings among the trees and out into the wilderness itself, the otherwise quiet and empty forest. After a few more minutes, you disappear behind a tree. He stops, panting, goes to walk up to you, but you then take off and get behind another. It repeats again and again.

He's starting to feel frustrated, but he sees you poke your head out from behind the tree... and can now see that you're smiling at him. Your eyes are wide and you're breathing heavily with excitement. He turns towards you, but you take off again, and he chases you from tree to tree until you slip behind the cover of one of the larger ones again, poking your head out to look at him again, tail visibly swishing in delight behind you. You make a high-pitched little sound, like a squeal. He starts to feel warm.

...Oh.

You're trying to... initiate...

It's an... appreciated gesture, but he can't allow himself to engage in such behavior. He would never do something so undignified as to indulge in animal desires, run all around in the woods and chase after you. What if someone sees? No, he can't.

No, no. He corrects himself in his head. It's not about the chasing part, not about appearing undignified, it's about what comes after that... it would be wrong to... do that, wouldn't it? You're not at the same coginitive level. You're just following your instincts, but he can't take advantage of that. It's his responsibility to abstain and control himself. Right?

Even if it sounds really really really nice. Even if he feels his heart start to beat faster.

But as you take off again, his resistance snaps. It becomes too tempting to resist.

He trails right behind you, matching your pace, frustration gone, replaced with an unmistakable excitement. There's no one out here. No one will see. So that makes it okay, the first part at least. No harm being done by playing like this. It feels exciting in a primal, innate sort of way, like his body moves on its own. Letting go of all inhibition.

When he finally catches up to you, leaping on you and tackling you to the ground, you make that same squealing sound. It makes a shudder run down his spine, but after a moment he shoves himself up off the ground and takes off as well, listening to you squeal and run after him as well. After a few minutes, you leap and land on his back, just enough to topple him over too, falling into the grass, wrestling around and rolling over a few times until you're looking down at him, propped up on your hands. You whine as you lay yourself down and nuzzle your head against his neck.

It's so warm. It's overwhelming. It's too much. You really smell nice. It's as if it intoxicates his brain to inhale. He finds himself laying staring up at the sky, heaving heavy breaths, every nerve in his body tingling, heart pumping hard and fast. You have his thigh locked between your legs, you whimper as you grind against it and he feels like his soul might leave his body just hearing and seeing you do it.

Is this really okay? It feels wrong, somehow. The last little bit of reason and sense prods the back of his mind. No, this has to be wrong. You can't realistically consent to it, can you?

And with the way your brains work, then if you do, then... for the rest of your lives... forever...?

But... But you're the same sort of thing, so it's okay, right? It's nature. You need one of your own kind. You're supposed to couple together like this. You're supposed to be together for your entire lives and never want anything else. Besides, isn't that better? After all, you're simply compatible. If it were a human, they might be bothered by him and his habits and nature, they might even leave him one day, and that would destroy him psychologically in a way humans could never understand.

This way he can have someone who will be okay with the things that would bother a person -- you'll want to stay inside all throughout mating season, you'll be just as needy as him, your body will be compatible for a knot and lots of kits, you both like the same quiet environments, he doesn't have to feel embarrassed about the ways of expressing affection that come naturally to him. You won't mind if he's overbearing, you'll want to be in his presence every waking moment just like he does yours. It would be perfect.

And you -- he can protect you. His mind flashes back to how he first found you, how you were emaciated and injured and afraid. He can make sure you're always happy and safe and never get hurt or go hungry ever again. Isn't that what's best for you, then? Is it really taking advantage of you when you're whining and grinding like this, when you're so desperate?

He says it to himself in his head, that if the others could see me right now, doing something so unseemly... well, he can't bring himself to care what they'd think for very long. His brain is too clouded.

Thus, he ends up giving in.

No one will see you two as he ruts into you, still laying sideways in the grass. He still has just enough awareness left to use his hand to cover your mouth, seeing as you have no concept of volume control and cry out so loudly they may just hear all the way on the other side of the forest. No one will know, at least not for now. Maybe they'll figure it out... but he can't bring himself to care in the moment. Even if they think badly of him, well, he can just deal with that when the time comes.

And surprisingly, even when it's over, even as the knot swells down and he slips out of you, turns you around and holds you close, he doesn't find himself feeling any regret. Maybe a bit of worry about the future and concerns about how things will work now, and perhaps maybe a bit of guilt, but... you're so warm, you fall asleep pressed up against him like that. It makes it all feel worth it.

A quick glance around confirms that, thankfully, there is no one around -- it briefly crossed his mind that he might look up and see someone standing there watching shocked and stunned, which would be horrific, but thankfully there isn't. He knows he needs to get you back home before people notice and come looking, though, seeing as this is an area not usually patrolled and he has no real reason to be here. It's better no one knows for now. Or so he decides as he sits straight up, shakes you awake and lets you sleepily crawl up onto his back, hooking your legs through and over his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Yes... better not tell anyone or anything... try and keep it a secret. He's still not sure what people will think of him for this. But right now, he's still riding the chemical high too much to be too concerned, he feels lightheaded and warm in the best possible way. Those concerns fade away as he makes his way back. All he can think of right now is how he can't wait for winter to come around.

#my hybrid posts are always the softest/least dark ones I notice...#I needed something soft to cope with my shaggy sumpter beast induced grief #yes Im still in pain about it #also! I have one more thing thats the last thing i promised myself id finish before reopening so ill open my inbox soon after posting it #and my summer work project ended so that clears up a lot of time thankfully #.tnr #yan.txt #.hybrid

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alexanderlightweight · 1 year

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For a Wednesday prompt can we see more of Lilith as Alec's mother? Maybe him growing up and seeing her in dreams?

more desecration of souls and i hope you enjoy!

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Her son grows so quickly, so sweetly and Lilith is the one who raises him. His incubator is a cold, callous woman who doesn’t deserve the son she bore. It makes it all the sweeter that he’s Lilith’s, that her precious little baby doesn’t coo for the nephilim who gather around him, but for Lilith.

His darling eyes darken from blue to a deep hazel and Lilith presses kisses of claiming magic to his soft little curls and chubby cheeks and the plump hand he grips her finger with. He’s solemn but joyful and he lights up in quiet delight that turns into delicate babbling and gentle coos. It’s as if he knows exactly who she is and that she’s his mother and Lilith’s heart is soothed by the adoration of her child, even if it’s still not enough.

Alec clings to the dark, where he knows she is, and he takes his first crawling motions towards the deepest shadows of the room. Her son cries mournfully when he’s taken out and paraded about the other nephilim and Lilith has to watch as he’s forced to ignore his fears and stifle his tears and be a quiet, good baby.

Lilith screams in Edom for him and wails and tears apart demons and makes new ones and sends them through the small cracks her bond with Alec have created. No one ever wonders why none of the demons that slip in the Circle’s bases avoid the nursery, they’re all too distracted by the way Lilith’s demons pick them off, one by one.

Lilith wants her son in her arms, and she wants to raise him. To hold him under Edom’s red suns or under the earth’s golden one and to kiss him without worrying that he’ll be stolen away. It’s with a troubled heart and a growing hatred that Lilith has to watch and let Maryse steal away Alec’s childhood.

Tiny fingers are taught to curl around a blade and when Maryse is blessed with another pregnancy — this time the child remains Maryse’s but that’s fine, Alec already belongs to Lilith —Lilith screams her rage as Alec is told that his duty is now first to his sister.

That night, when Lilith tucks the shadows around him and Lilith presses soft, wispy kisses to his hair and face, she reminds him. “What is it that you always need to remember, my little prince?”

“Mama knows best.” Alec tells her, so polite and obedient and already a hint of defiant mockery in his tone. “Baby Izzy isn’t really my baby sister, but she doesn’t know that, so I need to be nice. But she’s not mama’s baby so I don’t need to protect her.” Alec looks at her carefully and Lilith coos and pets his cheeks with trembling palms of darkness.

“Mama loves you, my sweet little angel.” Lilith tells him, because she can never tell him enough how much he means to her. “My precious little prince, I’d destroy the world for you, little one.” She promises him and she holds him as close as she can without a physical form and Alec sighs in contentment and his thumb goes up to his mouth in a display of childishness that Lilith has never discouraged.

Let her son be a babe, there will be decades upon decades for him to learn to be a prince and Lilith has enough time to ensure her son becomes and stays immortal. Alec isn’t like nephilim children, born to die as cannon fodder in a war between demons and angels, where nephilim are nothing more than guardians of a useless and defenseless herd.

It’s over a decade later that she’s offered a child again from the same man, but this time purposefully.

“A child?” Lilith is offered and for a moment, she thinks this is it. She can use this to leverage Alec to her, to finally have and raise her son properly and then she pauses, because none should know of her connection.

“My own son, given to you to raise. A pact between us, a sign of respect.” Valentine says, but that’s a lie and Lilith has spied on him enough to know he’s a pest and nothing more. However, another child is something delightful and Alec would surely make a lovely older brother. It will be painful for them both to know that Lilith has a child in Edom that is not Alec, but surely her son will understand and be delighted in the knowledge that he now has a little brother.

Lilith isn’t expecting the screams or the torment or the horrifically burned little boy that ends up in her castle. He’s a mass of wounds and burns and Lilith is about to cauterize it all when she hisses and stops, because she has only one chance to properly heal him, and she knows from Alec how delicate mortals are at this age.

It takes her magic and scrying to figure out her best chance at healing her second child.

“Magnus Bane.” Lilith spits out angrily and when she sees his image. However at least he’s a demon she knows, and she watches greedily for a moment and pinpoints exactly what weakness she can use to her advantage.

When Lilith manages to finally contact Bane, it’s with both of them on a spiritual plane as they negotiate.

“My second son was horribly injured by his father when he was sent to me.” Lilith says and she gives Bane a careful look as she shows him the price, she is willing to pay. Bane’s eyes flash with hungry greed the moment he recognizes it, and his eyes turn a familiar, hateful golden as they meet her own.

Lilith drops her own glamor and relishes the way his nostrils flare and his magic clicks around him, he’s more careful than his father but just as annoyingly powerful, but Lilith is hoping this will create an ally, not another enemy.

“Why would you come to me?”

“Not many warlocks would be willing or capable of coming to Edom for a deal.” Lilith admits, “and I cannot heal him myself. However, I’m more than happy to pay a fair price and I think you’ll agree that the payment I’m offering is very generous.”

“I find it worth a trip to Edom.” Bane agrees quietly, a dark gleam of amusement in his face as he watches her, “and I’ll even heal your child for you.”

It’s enough for her and Lilith leaves him to his preparations, and she makes her own.

“Alec is so worried about his little brother.” Lilith coos as she pulls Jonathon into the ritual room, “so worried that he convinced me to go hire a warlock and bring him here. He’s going to heal you as much as possible, and then perhaps we can figure out how to pay your father back?” Lilith asks, because Alec had been upset at the idea that he both had a new sibling and that his new sibling was hurt.

“Alec?” Jonathan asks again, like he’s forgotten even though this is the fifth time he’s asked in the last hour.

“My oldest son, your older brother.” Lilith explains as she gently pets the crumbling skin of his jaw, “he was furious when I told him what happened. You were supposed to be sent to me protected, whole and healthy, Jonathon. Valentine will pay for his treachery regarding you, your brother and I will make sure of it.”

Huge eyes are watching her with longing and pain and Lilith coos as she leans down and presses a gentle, shadow-light kiss to her son’s face. She’s learned with Alec how to be gentle, and she uses every trick her eldest has taught her, treating Jonathon as if he is a babe newly born and oh-so-delicate.

“Thank you, mama.” Jonathon says later, sobbing in her chest as she holds him tightly in her arms, his scarred but newly healed skin no longer burning him alive or disintegrating under her touch.

Bane doesn’t seem to care about how emotional the moment is, he’s hungrily opening the box that Lilith harvested and his eyes are covetous as he looks at the contents.

“I accept the payment.” He tells her calmly and Lilith shudders as the magic settles in place, Bane will leave Edom, stronger than he’s been since the last time he left, and Asmodeus will be none the wiser.

Lilith used the death of a team of nephilim to secure enough energy to replace Bane’s magic in the trap holding Asmodeus in place. Her darling baby let her know when the right team would be out, ripe for the plucking and Lilith listened to her child and now, she is rewarded.

Her fingers run through soft locks, and she wishes Alec were here as well, that she could be complete with both of her children in her arms as she protects them from the world.

“Come child,” she tells Jonathon, and she absently leans down and presses a kiss to his brow, ignoring his surprised, frozen shock. “Let me tell you about your brother, he was quite insistent that he help even if he couldn’t be here. Do you want to see your room?”

Because Lilith understands from raising her child what children need and Jonathon’s room is full of soft things and weapons and books. All the things that a young Alec constantly craved and looked for with sticky, chubby fingers as he toddled about.

Jonathon will be raised in Edom, but Lilith will ensure that he lacks for nothing.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #alec lightwood #malec #shadowhunters

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the-gentleman-pining · 7 months

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Decided to rewatch OFMD S2 eps 1-3 and actually jot down my thoughts as I go! Oh what fun! Ngl this is mostly for me babes but if you enjoy it that's neat ❤️

Episode 1: Impossible Birds

Stede bearded in his dream could just be playing to swashbuckling archetypes for funsies, but is it some lingering wish that he was more masculine?

Con O'Neil truly graceful about it with the sword huh

"WHERE IS HE. WHERE'S ED?" Stede seeing Izzy as the thing that is keeping Ed from him when he's the one that left lol ok

His idealised version of Ed doesn't hold him accountable either. My mans doesn't want to face what he did at all!!

His first words to Ed in his letter are reassuring him that the crew are safe, as if he doesn't remember that Ed marooned them and left them for dead on purpose??

I know it's meant to be funny but Jackie was a bit of a sex pest toward Swede at first and the power dynamic was a bit 🫤 Glad he was into it in the end!

WHY DOES WEE JOHN SLAM THE HEAD OF THE ONE WHO GOT STABBED INTO THE TABLE INSTEAD OF THE ONE WHO STABBED THEM?? 😂

Stede truly is unphased by people being assholes to him and I just,,, respect it.

Ricky your vibes are strange and unsettling

Who in their right mind would have an ocean wedding in the golden age of piracy?? I know they probs didn't know it was the golden age of piracy while they were in it but STILL

Ed looks so dead behind the eyes 😭 Just going through the motions eh buddy?

Dressed up like the book Blackbeard I see. God he's trying so hard to inhabit this character.

I would die for Archie. Truly the himbo we need in these depressing angst riddled times.

Jim asking someone else how they're bottling things up?? Hello?? Who are you and what have you done with Jim?? Aren't you the bottling up Master? Olu bewitched you too good and now you've unlocked Feelings 😔

"He's actually a good guy" Stede babygirl did we actually forget the marooning???

I have so much I could say about how Izzy and Blackbeard's relationship has deteriorated hhhhh,,,, Izzy is a problem child but I'm so glad the story is crashing towards his character actually growing and changing. In season 1 he at least got the crumbs Ed would throw him like "I need you here", now he's only getting abuse and maybe he's throwing himself at it because he recognises he had a part to play in reaching this point and believes he deserves it.

Fang's delivery on "how you doing Izzy" will keep me warm and fed all winter. Masterclass in approaching someone, truly tender and genuine but not too pressuring. God.

That second "unhand me" hhh the panic of realising you're going to start crying if the situation continues

Con is gonna rip my heart out and eat it this season if I'm not careful

Labour exploitation Jackie what a girlboss x

Why does "you'll be having a lot of breakfastseses together" sound so ominous though 😭 Smeagol Jackie my worstie...

Stede doing Blackbeard Voice is adorable but damn he really doesn't believe that he made Ed's life better. Like how??? Why doesn't Stede equate happiness with better? Ed was explicitly happier around you ya dingus!

Swede deserves his married bliss so much. The crew can be so mean to him!!

"What am I to you" and "I have... love for you" are said so softly I'm gonna be sick,, Izzy you fucked it by wrestling this man into this particular coping mechanism and your tenderness is coming wayyyy too late. Heartbreaking tbh cause the guy didn't know how else to help Ed and now he's realising it could have been different. Sick and twisted little dynamic I'm eating it like good soup.

Definitely supposed to be taken that Izzy didn't realise "talk it through" was a Stedeism as he said it but godddd you idiot dude

Once again god bless you Archie I'd die for you

Fang I want to rescue you hhhhhh my hot topic fashionista must be so dehydrated from all these tears!!!

No way in hell Ed expected anything else out of Izzy's mouth than something about Stede, but god I wish the guy had just payed attention to Frenchie shaking his head. The catharsis of saying the quiet part out loud wasn't worth your leg, man.

"Start by cleaning up that mess"... yeah we def see Ed is killing people himself again but outsourcing the Big Job on Izzy makes sense. He's also exactly the kind of self sabotager atm that would know Frenchie won't do it, and he's looking for reasons to Be Worse.

Indigo heist my beloved. Fuck those hammies up!! I love how loud Black Pete was omg 😂

Oh fuck off Ricky I know you're a S1 Stede mirror but you're doing it detestably

Roach why is your instinct to immediately put the blue dirt on your face darling

Zheng Yi Sao completely unphased by Jackie is giving me so much delight

Sexy Dutchman 😭😂 Jackie never change

I love that Zheng Yi Sao is taking the whole crew on just to have her lil Olu moment, get it girl

TENDER JIM IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM THEY'VE COME SO FAR. I LOVE THEIR BIG SMILE 😭 (also Archie is so wholesome what is she DOING here???)

Ed oh my god you're not alright at ALL

Frenchie's quiet "sounds like a plan" is just so... painful. The acting this season is off the charts.

When Roach asked if they were in soup now I thought he was referring to the ocean as soup I'm an idiot 😭

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 spoilers #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach

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anrisimps · 1 year

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"Pass me the salt dad-", Cale began

At once, seven hands grabbed the salt. Deruth glared at all of them one by one.

"I am his father. He is my son. What are you all even doing here, in my mansion?"

"I just missed my son. Cale, did you miss your father?!," Fredo seemed way too excited despite being an uninvited guest.

Splat!

Eruhaben coughed politely, as if he just did not throw the bowl of soup on Fredo's head," Apologies. My hand…slipped"

Fredo smiled with murder in his eyes. Everyone at the table tensed by the rising bloodlust. With a snap of his fingers he vanished all the soup staining his clothes and smiled again (everyone pointedly ignored his fangs),"Your sanity seems to be slipping in your old age, just like your slippery self. Isnt that right you overgrown lizard?"

Eruhaben seethed. Before he could snap back, a benign voice cut in,

"Grand Duke Fredo, Eruhaben-nim, you should not fight in front of the children. Besides, why are you holding the salt", Ron spoke and lightly caressed his dagger using his other hand.

At once all the rival father figures turned towards the three idiots who began sweating nervously. Alberu did not know what came over him. He seriously did not.

He did not know why he heard daddy instead of dad. Lee Soo Hyuk smiled back at his potential in-laws but Alberu could see his hands trembling minutely. He made the same mistake as well apparently. Alberu was glad he was not gonna die alone. They did not know the bedroom role play would come to bite them in the ass like this.

"That- I-", Choi Han stuttered and everyone's eyes swiveled in his direction and he shrunk under all the attention, "Cale-nim asked for the salt andIdidnothearanythingafterthat-!", and yet his hold did not loosen on the salt.

Alberu and Lsh, despite being in death's maw, did not let go either. Their unofficial competition on who's superior was gonna end today for sure. Both of them simultaneously dodged the two knives which headed straight towards their heart and turned to look at Ron in slight horror.

Eruhaben did not know who to get rid of first, the pests or this blood sucking leech. Fredo seemed to be in the same dilemma as he stared at the golden lizard with a contemplative look in his eyes. Deruth knew he was the weakest but he was the original dad. They don't matter. (Despite that he wasn't able to do anything except watching the shitshow)

Cale did not know what was happening anymore. The kids look extremely entertained on the other hand. Raon did not know why exactly they were fighting when there was another ,perfectly fine, bottle of salt beside him. He carefully levitated it towards Cale," Human! Here! Take this!"

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"..."

"...."

"Thank you Raon"

Raon giggled happily and his wings fluttered on being praised,"You're welcome human!"

(On shook her head as the defeated groans reached her ears. All of them were so stupid honestly-)

#Yes..Cale was going to say daddy #Thankfully they reacted before he could complete his sentence #Or the dinner would have ended in a bloodbath #:)#trash of the count's family #lout of count’s family #Dads vs Daddies

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welcomingdisaster · 1 year

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Finduilas was an elven maid Beneath the earth her body’s laid On which the fairest flowers bud Watered by youthful elvish blood

They say unmarred and pure she rests Her skin untouched by any pest, Golden her braid in dark soil gleams, She is at peace; she lies and dreams We bring spades to dig that soil To rip apart those roots that coil, Upon the mound, piled high and green As though tended by hands unseen

We seek the truth of elven youth We’ll break apart both bone and tooth For in our homes our people die, They do not dream; they burn and cry

Our spades hit soil, break the mound Stutter on the uneven ground And yet no body lies within No golden braid; no ashen skin

A single hair glints in the light, Ill-gotten treasure, dead of night A shattered spear, the gleam of gem Old chain wrapped about flower-stem

Tis sung her heart led her astray, And where she dwelleth none can say, For cold and empty stands her grave, That lady lost no lord could save. ao3

written for @funwithfanon fest! the prompt was "fin-galad".

#my fic #kinda #finduilas #finduilas faelivrin #fin-galad #no one warned me how hard poetry is to write

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rwpohl · 7 months

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#die goldene pest #john brahm #1954 #die goldene stadt #faustrecht der freiheit #götter der pest #fight club #tess

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prettycutebunny · 1 year

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just saw your tag and i just wanted to say that i too would like to stab ji woon, i think a lot of killers would find it really funny tbh

I was originally going to have it as a new chapter for lucid dreams - my AO3 work - but realized you won’t be able to see it so here we go !

Tw: violence, sexual harassment

Every damn trial was the same: run for your life, repair a rusty junk, and try not to die. While each killer is awful in their own way, he was the worst of them all.

The man who calls himself trickster was a pest by every definition of the world. He walks around like he’s god gifts to the world and everyone’s beneath him. It didn’t help that he for some reason developed an obsession with you.

You remember the first time you faced him and met yun jin - his survivor -. She looked you up and down and shook her head with pity, telling you you’re his type. You didn’t believe her at first, until he laid his eyes on you.

His golden eyes widen with glee as he giggled uncontrollably and whistled loudly. His knives at hand, he chased you around while talking in Korean. His entire demeanor didn’t need a translator, as everyone and their mothers knew he found you attractive.

The glass knives would break them in your back while he laughter would resonate across the map. After the trials, their phantom causes your back to be itchy and irritated.

Laurie offered you a glass shards she took with her from the old world, recognizing the killer’s obsession. The shard of glass you kept near and dear your heart everywhere you went. Even when you traveled away from the campfire.

Every once and a while, someone has to go to collect offerings. While it’s generally safe, there were instances of killers hidden in the shadows and ambushing the survivors. So when you heard that cursed laugh while stepping away, your hands flew to the shards and straight to his face.

Herman was seething as he aggressively placed the chess pieces back to place. Being defeated by a survivor at his own game and in front of other killers made his blood boil, only the screams of the k-pop star was enough to distract everyone from his loss. Ji woon came in running and cursing as his hands covered his blood soaked face. A familiar shard of glass stuck in his left cheek.

First person to react was hidden behind the trickster, his camera flashing to capture the pathetic sight of the idol. The ghostface was giggling loudly and taking pictures like it was no one’s business. Frank joined him soon after with the loudest laugh he ever let out. Julie simply snickered.

“I can’t believe you let a survivor stab you like that, pathetic.”

The man replied by growling and yelling what they assumed was more curses her way, which only made the mockery louder. Even the quiet trapper let out a chuckle, on opposite to the doctors maniacal laughter. They all seemed to enjoy the state he was in a little too much.

Ji woon beautiful face was scarred after but as much as he wanted to do nothing but give you back that pain, fear of the repeated event stopped him everytime. He couldn’t stand having another scar or being the butt of the joke again. No matter how many trials he wins or how many survivors he murdered, they’ll never let him live it down.

Especially when the ghostface somehow made copies of his pictures and handed them over to other killers. Hell even survivors would fake pull something out of their pockets and it was enough to have him freeze in dear.

Congratulations, you broke him 💙

#ji woon hak x reader #?#does that count ?#lmao #bunny answers #bunny writes #ngl that was very enjoyable to write

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wyyvernn · 1 year

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Masterlist - 🍁 Character Profile: Aki

Name: Aki (/ækiː/ Ah-kee)

Age: 700+

Gender: Male

Height: 6’0 (182cm)

Species: Kitsune (Zenko)

Typology: ISTP 8w9

Abilities/Magic:

Animal Communication – Aki is able to call the animals of the forest to his aid.

Autumn Harvest – Ensures the prosperity of crops and eradication of pests, bringing forth a bountiful Autumn harvest each year.

Shapeshifting – Can willingly take the form of a fox and shift into a human form.

Kitsunebi (Fox fire) – Aki is able to control flames.

Heightened Senses – Hearing, eyesight, smell and strength is increased due to his vulpine nature.

Weaknesses:

Dogs/wolves – He hates them but he will not harm them instead he will flee.

Cutting off his tails – If his tails are cut off, he will die.

Aliases/Other names: The Autumn Prince, Guardian of Fall

Alignment: Good

Love Language: Physical touch, Quality time

Backstory:

A proud and sharp kitsune, many would mistake Aki as a malevolent spirit due to his cunning nature; however, his excessive need to protect his forest and the animals within combined with his logical way of thinking cancel out that concept.

A symbol of Autumn and prosperity, many pray for Aki’s talents to shower the land in wealth, protection and fortune – to which he has ensured each year for centuries and many more to come. While he is called a prince, he assures that this is just a title as he is seen as a protector of the forest.

Aki has seven tails, all black with orange and white tips and orange markings. His black fox ears are padded with orange fur. He has fangs and his fingers are slender, donning long and sharp nails. His golden eyes are filled with slitted pupils and are frequently lined with black or red makeup.

Physical Description:

Beneath his long robes, Aki will wear clothing that is tightly fit to his body so he can move through the forest easier. He frequently wears clothes in black, orange, various shades of brown and dark green.

Personality:

Somewhat blunt in his words, Aki does not mean to hurt anyone’s feelings, though, he doesn’t pay any mind if he does. His behaviour can shift rather quickly when he is with a friend or his lover, adopting a smile and becoming affectionate – a large contrast to his stoic personality.

He does have a few childish traits such as secretly enjoying head pats, and eating chillies and spitting the seeds at people he does not like. He has a temper but it does take a bit for him to fully react, otherwise he will just stare in annoyance.

Physical Appearance:

Concept Art & Gallery

#OC - Aki #oc #original character

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teeniepaws · 1 year

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Hey genuinely wondering what you meant when you said that Vandana Shiva has "blood on her hands"

You might remember the pictures going around on tumblr a little while ago when the president's palace in Sri Lanka was stormed by angry citizens.

You know

Now part of what caused all this unrest was caused by a famine that struck the country, effecting both the economy as well as, you know, people's ability to eat. Now this famine did not spring up out of nowhere, nor was it a natural crisis. This was caused by the country embracing and changing 100% of it's farms to organic. See, organic farming is nice and all but between having a much smaller yield, it's also much more susceptible to pests and disease. It's why it's generally a bad idea to have literally every farm in your country using methods that are over a hundred years old.

See, the president was a big big fan of Vandana Shiva, drank in every word she said, and it was quite literally due to her advice that he banned all chemical fertilizers in the country, leading to a famine by the end of the year. Now I'm not a biologist nor am I in any agricultural-based science field. Neither is Vandana Shiva! She does have a PHD, but it is not in nuclear physics or whatever other science field she has lied about. It's in philosophy. Now I won't say that disqualifies her from speaking on the matter of farming, but her being listened OVER experts in the field is what is concerning.

I'm not even focusing on the various other lies she peddles, like calling golden rice a myth, claiming GMOs are filled with nonspecific "toxins", lying about Indian farmers committing suicide thanks to bi-cotton, as well as just comparing a detractor of hers to a rape apologist. She peddles anti-GMO conspiracy theories with little to no proof as if they're gospel.

As well as all of the above, back in 1999 when a cyclone left millions of people in India in crisis the US sent aid in the form of a corn/soy meal mix. Now, I need to make myself clear, I do absolutely believe that the united states has, and does use humanitarian aid as a way of extending imperialism. This is not in question. However people were dying, they desperately needed food and they had been given food, in my mind their need in that moment outweighs my moral objections to the predatory nature of foreign aid in the US. Vandana Shiva thought otherwise, fearmongering over the genetically modified nature of the crops used.

"The U.S. has been using the Orissa victims as guinea pigs for GM products"

In a time of desperate need she called the Indian government to not accept food people would die without, not because of the soft power it would lend the US over her country, but because GM crops scary.

If an anti-vaxxer spreads lies and it causes someone to die from an illness that could have been prevented, that is blood on their hands. They may be ignorant or lying willfully, but neither really matters, that death is directly linked to the fear and lies they helped propagate.

I don't know if Vandana believes her own BS, and I don't care. Her critiques on capitalism are actually pretty good and when she argues about GMOs from that angle she actually makes some very valid points. However that is mixed in with countless lies, her own ego stroking, her inability to ever be corrected, and the simple fact that she is willing to let people die for her values.

#vandana shiva #ask #she also has this weird feminine mysticism thing going on about how women and nature good men and science bad #AND her thesis that is about quantum mechanics but she's a fucking philosophy major and doesn't fucking understand quantum mechanics!

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chocoenvy · 2 years

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Here me out in this one...

If not have watched demon slayer my not understand and spoilers for season 2

Daki!reader

But not her personality but more like physical form and darling being somewhat like Gyutaro, they are able to detach form reader's body but prefer to be with reader's body.

Example:

Being captured by Fatui after running away for months held an immediate execution, one so grand for the people who dare to impersonate their all supreme being

The lucky archon who lead their people to capture this heinous imposter was the one to decide their end no matter how harsh it were to be.

You were brought upon a stage with many weapons and gadgets of torture for the god who was to decide your fate. Many people watched from above and below to satisfy their grudge against your crimes.

Their stood the Tsaritsa where you felt a chill down your spine just from the fact her presence was enough to make your heart stop, you whispered under your breath

"I don't wanna die, I DONT WANT TO DIE!!"

But who we kiddin' I know u wanna die from her hand

While the Tsaritsa had picked up her weapon to erase a pest like you from the face of this world, but just when she was about to a bright flash blinded everyone on sight then there stood their God they looked up to, adored and praised detaching from the imposter's body they had tried to kill

I actually really like this idea? Cause like we already have puppet au and such and I just think this would fit pretty well in with all of it.

also not you calling me out for being a simp-

Ngl I'm not caught up with season two but I have read a bit of the manga so my grasp on their powers isn't too good BUT i did look it up and it just fits so well me thinks?

'Cause puppet au and all that so

I'm taking it that reader would be the "puppet" here? So I'm imagining it's like Darling had created all of Teyvat, they're the creator, they control it, it's theirs. But you came along and started controlling some things. Nothing necessarily a negative, but it still piqued Darling's curiosity.

They noticed how much you seemed to love the world, how much time you spent there and how much you'd do for them. So Darling thought about bringing you to Teyvat, and what better way other than to personally escort you.

Not like there was anything Darling hadn't seen in Teyvat, and they wanted to be there every step of the way to see how you reacted to all of the wonders of Teyvat first hand. Not to mention that this was probably the easiest way they could transport you to Teyvat.

But when you start to be seen as an "imposter" of sorts, it makes Darling's blood boil. They have half a mind to punish them for thinking such blasphemous thoughts, but they can hear you. They understand your want for peace, how much you care for these people.

So they hold off until you're about to be hurt.

They grab the Tsaritsa's arm with golden fire in their eyes, burning away even the coldest peak on Dragonspine. The weapon in her hand immediately drops to the floor and you flinch away from the noise.

"You will not lay a hand on them, the one who looks like me." Their voice entangled with a hundred others in a horrid melody.

The surrounding audience, who were screaming the Tsaritsa's praises just moments ago, backed away, screams tearing from their throats.

This was the first you had seen of Darling, but they were familiar. Their voice, no matter how distorted, was one you'd come to know well and find comfort in.

You watched their grip increase on the Tsaritsa's arm, and you were blessed to not see the calm but pure rage on their face.

Then all at once they let go and turned to face you, all anger wiped from their face. They looked oddly human as they kneeled next to you.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, child," They held your hands firmly, "Nothing will ever harm you here, because I will always be by your side."

(okay but also imagine the Mother Knows Best au with this DKJFKASFJSA)

#choco.asks #*~frequent customer #just- if darling bad why hot?

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