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copias-girl · 1 year
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Lenten Sacrifice
Antichrist Popia x Catholic Reader
A/N: So Ash Wednesday was on Feb. 22 to mark the start of Lent, and instead of solemnly repenting, I was thinking of this. Since I’m on my way to hell, does anyone wanna tag along? <3
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•♥︎𖤐₆⁶₆𖤐♥︎•
You’d just gotten back from Ash Wednesday mass, strolling through the grand halls of the ministry until you reached your beloved’s papal suite.
Upon opening the large door, you were met with the graceful sight of Copia, sitting on the sofa, waiting for you with a predatory glint in those dichromatic eyes. He wore his black ruffled blouse; the fitted leather vest that he wore on top was embroidered ornately in gold.
“Papa.” You greeted the man, a shyness suddenly coming over you.
Copia remained silent, instead just rising to his feet and adjusting his gloves while he pierced you with his sharp gaze.
You swallowed nervously, intimidated by the man you called your lover. You found yourself taking a small step backwards as your Papa slowly stalked towards you, only halting his steps once he was right in front of you.
He looked you over, huffing out an amused little scoff at the ashes on your forehead.
“No kiss for Papa?” Copia prompted you, and you immediately closed the gap between you, reaching up to rest your hands on his shoulders as you eagerly kissed him.
Copia’s arms were snaking around your waist as he forcefully deepened the kiss, letting out an obscene moan that you hungrily swallowed.
He loved the way your kisses would sting at his lips and tongue after you’d taken holy communion. His cock hardened at the way your fingertips would burn his skin after you’d dipped them in holy water.
It was gravely unconventional, a good little Catholic girl like you dating the Antichrist. Copia’s congregation found it strange, and if your mother ever found out, surely she’d be planning your funeral. But love doesn’t discriminate; and you truly did love each other.
Suddenly, your Papa pulled away, panting as a glistening saliva string still connected you. Lust swirled heavily in Copia’s eyes as he studied you while he caught his breath. These singeing, after-mass kisses never failed to rile him up, the bit of pain mixing with the pleasure to create something even more maddening. Your Papa was such a dirty old man, relishing in the taboo aspect of your relationship; getting a thrill out of the fact that he was corrupting such an innocent little thing like you. Reveling in the fact that he, the Antichrist, had taken your precious virginity and continued to ravish you every day that you visited him at his unholy ministry. Copia delighted in the thought that your family and your church would be absolutely appalled to find out that you were dating a man who was a whole lifetime older than you; and the Antichrist nonetheless. He was everything you had been warned about, and yet you took a big bite out of the forbidden fruit, the decadent juices dripping down your chin.
“Tell Papa, Dolcezza, what did you give up?” Copia asked.
“Wh-what?” You squeaked, a hot blush painting your cheeks as you gazed up at him.
“What did you give up, hm? Cioccolato?” He smirked condescendingly.
“Y-yes…” You cast your gaze down in chagrin, feeling silly.
“Ahh, you give up cioccolato for your god like a good little girl, yet you come here and suck the Antichrist’s cock every day.” Copia chuckled, causing your cheeks to burn in shame.
“I-!” You tried to protest, but your voice died in your throat as you realized you had no rebuttal.
“I wonder what your god would think about that, eh?” Copia growled, eyes glinting with dangerous mischief.
Before you could muster up a reply, the man turned on his heel, plucking something off the table, tearing the wrapper, and holding it up to you.
Your eyes widened as you stared at it. Damn it, pink chocolate. Your favourite.
Your uncertain eyes nervously flicked up to your Papa’s.
“Go ahead, little one. Take a bite.” Copia’s voice was eerily calm, almost verging on passive aggressive. When you made no move to obey him, the man clenched his jaw.
“Dolcezza, do you love Papa?” He asked, feigning hurt.
“Of course I do, Papa!” You cried, desperately reaching for him, upset that he’d think any differently.
“Then take a bite, Topolina mia.” He insisted. “Be a good girl and break your Lenten sacrifice for me, si?” A smirk was playing on Copia’s painted features as he taunted you.
Conflicted and guilt-ridden, your wide doe eyes stared into his half-lidded ones until you eventually nodded hesitantly. A small, barely-there little nod.
Eyes glimmering with delight, your Papa held the pink chocolate bar up to your lips once more, satisfied when you timidly leaned in and took a bite.
“Ah, what a good girl for Papa.” The man purred, discarding the chocolate onto the coffee table. He didn’t ask you to eat more, didn’t demand you to finish the entire bar, he just wanted you to take one bite. And somehow, that was even more despicable, because he made you eat just enough to have you breaking your sacrifice for him.
But who were you fooling? You’d do anything for your Papa, anything at all. He had bewitched you, and you were his willing victim.
What you didn’t know, however, was that Copia felt the exact same way about you. You were pretty clueless to the fact that you had the mighty Antichrist under your spell, all wrapped around your little finger.
Copia leaned in and gave you a kiss, humming at the taste of the creamy ruby chocolate on your sweet lips as you needily kissed him back.
“Such a naughty little thing, you are. Playing both sides likes this.” He teased you as you squeaked out pitiful protests, trying to tell him that no, you were good, you were a good Catholic girl. But how could you be, when you were with this man? You felt oh so dizzy; dizzy from his sinful kisses and dizzy from trying to justify your actions.
You gently bit Copia’s lip as he deepened the kiss, your tongues swirling together passionately as you helplessly melted into him, running your fingers through his luscious grey hair. You whimpered into his mouth when you felt his long, thick, hard cock straining against the corset of his pants and grinding into you; all while his gloved hands wandered lower, reaching under your short, frilly dress and grabbing two handfuls of your ass.
Before you knew it, you were being dragged into the Antichrist’s luxurious bedroom and forced into your knees.
“Fucking tease.” Copia growled, unlacing his pants with skilled gloved fingers. He pulled his heavy cock out, already reddened and weeping considerably as he ordered you to open your pretty mouth.
He didn’t give you any warning before he shoved his length past your lips, grabbing a fistful of your hair and beginning to fuck your face at a brutal pace.
You moaned in surprise, gagging on his cock as tears immediately began welling in your eyes. You did your best to take all of his impressive length, choking and coughing when the sensitive head of his cock hit the back of your throat over and over again. Your sounds were music to Copia’s ears, only spurring him on further.
“Do you go to confession after sucking Papa’s cock, Dolcezza?” Copia chuckled cruelly. “Do you get on your knees and pray for forgiveness? I only- fuck- I only want you to get on your knees for me.” He hissed, gazing at the ashy cross on your forehead as he continued to thrust roughly into your mouth.
You squealed out a humiliated moan around his cock, tears spilling onto your flushed cheeks as you stared up at him with bleary eyes, bracing your hands on his muscular thighs.
“You belong to Papa, little one. No other god, just me.” Copia snarled.
“You understand, si?” Using his grip on your hair, he pulled you off his cock so you could answer, satisfied when you only nodded rapidly while coughing and gasping for air. Barely giving you a break, Copia forced his cock back into your mouth as soon as he got your affirmation. Your Papa could be so merciless sometimes, but that was just one of the many exciting things you loved about him.
Gripping the sides of your head and continuing to fuck your throat, Copia growled out obscene moans, panting heavily. Shoving his length as far in as it would go, he held you there for a few moments, gurgling and sputtering around his girth while your nose pressed into his happy trail.
“That’s it, Dolce. My sweet girl.” The man shuddered breathlessly, seeing stars from the way your tight throat spasmed with each dry heave.
You suctioned your mouth around him, wanting to give your Papa as much pleasure as you could. He let out a loud, broken moan at that, beginning to thrust roughly once again.
“You suck my cock so well, oh- my good little slut!” He moaned, hips beginning to stutter as he neared his end.
You were fully crying on his cock now as you took everything he was giving you, his addictive praise causing your heart to flutter.
“Fuck! Oh, this sinful little mouth of yours! Dolce, I’m-!”
With a loud groan, Copia pulled out of your mouth and blew his load all over your face. Thick white ropes of hot, sticky cum painted you; dripping down your flushed, tear stained cheeks, your swollen lips, and even on the cross on your forehead. His big cock twitched as he came; and the man never failed to astonish you with how much he could give you, just cumming and cumming and cumming until he was finally spent.
You must have looked a mess, with cum and drool shining on your flushed and swollen lips, your thick lashes wet with crystalline teardrops. Copia smirked at the sight of you, smearing his unholy cum into the ash on your forehead.
“You pervert.” You pouted as he destroyed your holy marking. “And you got cum on my church dress too.”
Your Papa grabbed your upper arm and hauled you to your feet. “Oh? My little cockslut is worried about her church dress, eh? Her slutty little church dress?” He cooed, stroking a gentle finger across your cheek. “Look how fucking short it is. I’m surprised they even let you into that place wearing this.” He growled, causing you to shiver.
“I-it’s not slutty, you’re just a dirty old man who sees it that way.” You sniffed pitifully, egging him on.
“You call your Papa a dirty old man?” Copia echoed in exaggerated disbelief. “Is that what you think of me, Dolcezza?”
You only nodded, still pouting cutely as you licked some cum off your face, wiping away the rest with your sleeve.
“Well, what does that say about you, eh? You’re a little Catholic girl who loves fucking dirty old men.” Your eyes widened as he turned your quip around on you like a goddamn Uno reverse card. “You’re supposed to be a good little virgin, yet you spread your legs for a dirty old man every day and let him do what he pleases with you.”
“Papa!” You whined, clutching the fabric of his sleeves as you shamefully buried your face in his chest. You loved teasing each other; you loved it when Copia put you in your place. The shame only made your pussy wetter.
Copia didn’t waste any time in shoving you down onto his plush bed, planting a firm hand on your upper back and pushing you into the comforter when you tried to get up. He lifted your dress up over your ass, unceremoniously tearing your sinfully small panties down and off your legs. With a hand on each side of your ass, he stared directly at your pussy, which was dripping with an embarrassingly large amount of slick.
“Principessa, tu sei così bagnata.” Copia gasped, exaggerating his shock just to tease you. “Tell me, Dolce, if you are such a good little Catholic girl, why is your pussy so wet, eh?”
You now willingly buried your face in the bed to hide your shame. “P-Papa please…” You whimpered.
“What would your priest say, hm? If he could see you right now? Soaking wet and begging for the Antichrist’s cock like a whore.” Copia growled, cracking a sharp slap onto your ass and causing you to cry out.
You felt ashamed; what would your priest think? He would obviously be horrified and oh so disappointed in you.
“Does he know you’ve even let me sodomize you?” Copia taunted you with a condescending smirk. “Have you told him that during confession, Tesoro? That I’ve taken your virginity everywhere?”
“N-no!” You squealed, closing your eyes, pussy involuntarily clenching around nothing. You hoped that the wicked man didn’t see, but of course he did; nothing ever slipped by him.
“Ahh, do you like the thought of that, Principessa? Perhaps you should tell him what a naughty little thing you are. How you’ve given yourself to the very beast you were warned against.” Copia purred into your ear, voice dripping with lust. It always seemed as though his accent got thicker when he was aroused.
His fingertips trailed along your glistening slit, teasing just the opening of your pussy and pulling a high pitched gasp from you as he gathered your sticky juices. He pulled his hand away, licking his painted lips and watching as it webbed between his gloved fingers. He flipped you onto your back with one hand while he sucked your wetness off his digits, his intense eyes boring into yours as he did so. You cried helplessly at the sight, feeling an indescribable ache in your core.
After licking every last drop of your arousal off his gloves, your Papa forced your legs apart and, without warning, shoved his face between your thighs, his tongue immediately licking a hot stripe up your pussy and swirling around your clit before giving it a hard suck.
You screamed out at the intense pleasure, your fingers tangling in his soft hair, trying to somehow ground yourself. Copia’s grip tightened on your hips as your thighs closed around your head, grinding right onto his face. Your Papa never failed to make you feel like you were free-falling in the best way possible.
“So pink and tight. So wet for me.” He murmured before licking into you feverishly, slurping up your sweet nectar like a starving man. Your little mewls, yelps, and moans only spurred him on until you were writhing and whining in a pleasure-crazed frenzy.
Copia stopped just short of you cumming, leaving you desperately pleading for more. But within a second, he was ripping your dress off, roughly slinging your legs over his shoulders, and stuffing his thick cock inside your tight heat. He didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, immediately beginning to fuck into you in an almost animalistic manner, hard and fast and merciless.
“Oh! Papa!” You felt like the wind was behind knocked out of your lungs with each of his deep thrusts, causing your eyes to roll back as he stretched you and filled you up so perfectly.
In this position, Copia’s big cock reached so deeply inside you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. He precisely hit every pleasure spot inside you, the head of his cock slamming against your cervix as he muttered out strings of Italian curses.
You were utterly in awe as you gazed up at the man; his mouth hanging open, a few locks of grey hair falling into his face, and panting heavily as he used you as his fuckdoll.
“Take it! Take it! That’s it, Dolce, take my cock!” Copia growled, his gifted eye gleaming dangerously. It almost frightened you, the way it would practically glow in situations like this; but that little bit of fear only served to make you wetter. The grip he had on your hips was sure to leave bruises as he relentlessly fucked into you over and over again, showing you no mercy as tears rolled down your hot cheeks.
“Are you- fuck- are you my good little Catholic cumslut?” Your Papa moaned, trailing a finger across your lower lip.
“Yes, Papa! Aah-! Yesyesyes!” You gasped, lovingly nipping at his finger when it dipped into your mouth.
“That’s right. That’s fucking right, Dolce.” Copia snarled, his hand then trailing down to pinch at your nipples, causing you to arch your back off the bed, your legs tightening around the man.
You wept with pleasure, incoherently babbling and squeaking as you reached up to thread your fingers through Copia’s hair once more, pulling him down into a desperate kiss, all teeth and tongues and broken moans. Every time you were intimate with him, you were absolutely astonished at how hard this old man could fuck you. His thrusts were brutally relentless, taking your breath away; and before you knew it, you were about to tip over the edge.
“P-Papa, I’m-! Y-you’re gonna make me-” Your little voice almost sounded alarmed, helpless, as if you didn’t know what to do.
“Cum for Papa, little one, cum all over my fucking cock.” He hissed, sucking a dark hickey into your neck as his fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive little bud.
With a piercingly high pitched moan, your orgasm came crashing over you like a ton of bricks. You wailed your Papa’s name over and over again, pussy fluttering and spasming around his thick length as your grip tightened almost painfully in his hair.
You convulsed under him, nearly feeling your soul leave your body as you just kept cumming and cumming; your pleasure so intense that you even squirted for him.
“Goddammit!” Copia cursed as he pulled out, giving himself a couple quick strokes before he was spilling his hot cum all over your pussy, grinding the sensitive head of his cock right into your clit, causing your eyes to cross and roll back as you moaned desperately.
It was all too much, the sight of your Papa shuddering and gasping as he stared at his seed painting your pussy and mixing with your own juices that were oozing out of you. You whined and mewled from oversensitivity, your legs falling open as your body went completely limp. Copia collapsed on top of you once he was finished, letting out a heavy sigh and wrapping his arms around you. Feeling his full weight on top of you was so comforting, especially as the post-orgasmic euphoria washed over the both of you like gentle ocean waves.
When you’d finally regained most of your senses, you were giving the man a gentle shove, and he rolled off you with a groan.
“Stay here.” You pecked his lips, limping into the living room, completely bare and dripping with your mixed cum.
When you returned, you found your Papa shirtless as he lay against the headboard, his blouse and vest discarded onto the floor, the corset of his rat-bitten pants still undone.
Your gaze swept over his beautiful form; his tousled grey hair, the 666 marking on his chest, the delicious little happy trail peeking out from his pants.
“Che ti preso?” He enquired curiously, but a mischievous smirk spread across his face as soon as you held up the chocolate bar and hopped back on the bed.
You bent down, kissing along his happy trail, his tummy, up his chest. You swiped your tongue over the mark on his chest, causing the man to exhale shakily.
Snuggling into Copia’s side and hooking your leg over his, you took a bite of the creamy chocolate, holding the bar up to his lips so he could have some too.
“I love you, you devil.” You giggled, placing gentle kisses along his jawline.
“Mm, ti amo così tanto, my little angel. Più di tutto in nel mondo.” Papa hummed dreamily, putting an arm around you and holding you oh so close as he gazed at you wondrously, his mismatched eyes sparkling with nothing but love.
Who knew the Antichrist was such a hopeless romantic? You sighed happily as the man leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss, simply unable to get enough of you.
The two of you remained in bed for the rest of the evening, sharing pink chocolate kisses and relishing in your sweet forbidden love.
𐕣𖤐 end <3 𖤐𐕣
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kirathehyrulian · 1 year
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🖤🩸STEVANA PAIN EVENT🩸🖤| Day 6
↳ Sam and Loss of a Loved One♥♥♥
(Please do not edit/alter. Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost. At the very least please give me credit.)
@folsomprisonblues @trials-era-sam​
For more art from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr. Or my  “AO3“.
👇(Art Notes below the cut)👇
Art Notes:
It’s so completely late, but after I missed the deadline I just decided to take the time to clean it up and make it all finished looking for this one at least. It also helped that that the mods of the event didn’t seem to mind late entries. Hopefully that hasn’t changed after 11 days.🤞
I would have been done with this short comic earlier, but tbh it was hard for me to work on it because the subject was affecting me so much. I can torture Sam in a lot of bloody ways but I can’t handle the emotional angst as much lately.
Like the last few times I’d rather go into detail on Ao3 when I make that post. But, long story short, I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do for this theme until way too late. And then I remembered 2x04 where Sam buried John’s tags at Mary’s headstone, and then I figured maybe Sam might do the same with the Samulet.
And in 11x23, Dean said that he wanted his ashes buried at this grave site. But instead of his ashes, I thought the Samulet was more poetic and fit the theme that this was a family grave with no remains in it. It just has Mary’s headstone, John’s tags, and now the samulet. And, the samulet could be a representation of both Sam and Dean and thus the family is symbolically finally together again. Idk, it depends on how people want to take it.
The dialogue was a parallel to when Sam said “I love you, Mom” at Mary’s headstone in 2x04 after he buried his Dad’s tags and I like to think of it as a sort of reply to Dean saying he loved Sam in 15x20′s barn scene.
Anyways,
Enjoy, if you can!♥♥♥
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callmerhynner · 9 months
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We’re family, we grieve together. ||
synopsis: After the head of the mansion engages his final plan during his battle of wits with Muzan Kibutsuji, you are left with the traumatized children and depressing memories that the passed family left behind.
tags: gn!reader, angst, a bit of fluff(?), sad vibes, spoiler warning!!, giving the underrated family of ds some love w/ sadness, sad children, trauma
pairing/s: Ubuyashiki Kagaya & Bestfriend!Reader, Ubuyashiki children & godparent!Reader, Amane & family friend!Reader
Author’s note; Art by me :DD, practicing a new art style and thought i might as well try writing angst for the first time. Hope you enjoy!!
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"Life's already been hard, being sickly was making it even harder, and the world being infested with human flesh-eating demons gave everyone more reason to fear the moon. The sun was everyone's savior, each demon slayer thanking every deity that no demon came into their homes and killed them in their sleep. And, to everyone's unfortunate truth, if the lowest ranks were fearing for their life, their master had to mourn their death alongside the people they'd left behind.
Their master, the leader of the undiscovered by the government demon slayers, Ubuyashiki Kagaya.
The man that had an army ready to charge to their own undoing if he so requests of them to. The same man that was as sickly as an overworked farmer with tubberculosis, as weak as a toothpick, had the power to control the most determined and powerful men and women in the country. Out of all the country's population, the master with swordsmen that's been trained to face death and survive, was the weakest of all.
Strength, you should remember, isn't always physical. Sometimes, it's their mentality that earns control and respect. Kagaya Ubuyashiki reflected the day's calm view with his moral ideas, only gaining more respect when he has the kindest voice, and the kindest eyes a human can possess. A man of true ethereality.
The master of the mansion, unfortunate enough to be given such a heavy title at a young age, was a man everyone could love and respect. That could make the coldest person feel warmth. Give the hardest stone a soft spot. A man of true charm."
Without you noticing, tears roll down your face, eyes never leaving the last remnant you had of your best friend, an ashy-edged portrait. You had your hands gripping at the canvas' sides, hugging it to your chest as you grieved in front of the destroyed mansion, never daring to move your legs, in fear that if you touched another flick of grass, you'd lose the memories you had with the now passed family. From the father, who you loved like a brother--to his children, that would tire themselves out at the end of the days when you would visit the mansion. His wife, who would treat you as if you have always been family, and the home of which they all felt safest who would welcome you with a flowery breeze.
All of which, gone, only the black ashes that it left behind.
You sat still, the portrait with smudges of black on it's bottom still in your grips, as your salty tears kept decorating your skin. You look to the space in the sky, where one would've seen the master's mansion, before turning your head to spare a sad glance to the young, terrifed children survivors you had managed to save from the explosion. The white of your eyes were visibly red, water never stopping the dripping it slid on your cheeks. You finally gain the strength to ease the children, watching their tears pour out broke your heart like seeing an abandoned puppy, you let go of the portrait and extending your arms to their direction.
"We are family...we grieve together.."
In an instant, the three Ubuyashiki children run to your embrace, letting out their voices and wailing into your clothes. The girls wrapped their arms at your waist as they screamed their grievances out to you, you pat their white hairs as Kiriya couldn't hold his loud sobs into your chest. You sat them all down, their faces still wetting your clothes with their emotions (you were no different), as you wrapped your arms around them in a protective bear hug. They'd lost their father, you lost a best friend, and every demon slayer had just lost their master.
You all sat there, all of your letting your sadness out amongst each other, only calming down when the crying had ceased everyone's energy. The kakushi and hashira had arrived, you knew they have probably been there the moment they heard the traumatic booming, but they unanimously agreed to let all of you pass out from exhaustion to not trigger any more intense emotions. It was a depressing sight to see, and hear, three children screaming their hearts out to the only person left that they considered family (that weren't the slayers); All the while, the person they sought for comfort, felt as much grief as they all did combined.
"Your father was a good man, Kiriya. He deserves to be honored, and i know you can do that for him." you whisper to the little boy as you gently pat his sisters' hair, voice a bit scratchy from holding in the scream you were desprate to let out. "I know we all can do it for him." you continue, a single tear rolling down your cheek as you tried to give him a hopeful smile.
"You won't have to face it alone." you finish, kissing the top of his head as the young boy let out a yawn, curling into your lap. Kuina rested her head just next to him, with Kanata laying down on the ground, using some of your yukata's cloth to protect her eyes from the dirt. "Master," you add, barely a whisper, eyes lingering back to the portrait as the hurt of your heart continues to spread across your chest, finally closing your eyes to rest alongside them when you knew they were all asleep.
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nakasumi-sims · 7 months
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Bold The Facts
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Nicholas~
[ PERSONAL ]
$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other
✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other
✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (minor crimes like trespassing) / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ FAMILY ]
◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children
◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]
♦ extroverted / introverted / in between
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious / in between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower / in between
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown
♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown
[ BELIEFS ]
★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist (kinda happens when you know multiple gods) / atheist / agnostic
☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between (currently in charge of a cult and making up a religion) / not religious
❀ Philosophical: yes / no
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual
❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious
❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced (not virgin tho) / curious
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other (just Ash) / none / all
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good (had to get gud cause Cody gets into too many fights) / moderate / poor / none
≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
[ HABITS ]
☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic
☁ Smoking: tried it (doesn't like it) / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker
✿ Recreational Drugs: never (tried but does bad on them) / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict
✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic
♣ Gambling: never / rarely (just among friends) / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
Imma tag: @latteaki @wistfulpoltergeist @poisonedsimmer @vit-sims @stargazer-sims @kikisqueaks @nightlifeseries @j3lly-fish @keirosims and anyone else who wants to do it :3
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morrigan-sims · 7 months
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Bold the Facts Tag
I was tagged by @lilypixels! Thank you, Ash!
The rules are simple! Tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. Easy! The person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!
I'm going to do this for my girl Fallon, because I miss her. (If I get tagged again, I'll do someone else. Probably Rook or Sola, asdjasd.)
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[ PERSONAL]
$ Financial: wealthy (she is literally the Queen) / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other (royalty)
✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (educated, but specifically for the job of being Queen. So a very nonstandard education, even for her world.)
✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no (I would hope not!) / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ FAMILY]
◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children (well, she wants one, eventually)
◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent (much closer with her mother, as Wymond wasn't really involved in raising her.) / not applicable
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]
♦ extroverted / introverted / in between (likes being around people, but also tends to push them away.)
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious / in between (outwardly calm, but has more worries internally.)
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between (generally agreeable, but is also very stubborn.)
♦ cautious (particularly when it comes to her kingdom) / reckless / in between
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower / in between
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between
♦ optimistic / pessimistic/ in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working (to the point of harming herself, at times) / lazy / in between
♦ cultured /uncultured / in between / unknown
♦ loyal (to a fault) / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown
[ BELIEFS]
★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / Spiritual *its complicated (fantasy setting with only vaguely developed religion.)
☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious / N/A
❀ Philosophical: yes / no / in between
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual
❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious
❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced (relatively) /curious
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none (despite Nina's attempt...)
≡ Literacy Skills: excellent (you'd be surprised how much of running a kingdom depends on reading and writing.) / good / moderate / poor / none
✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
[ HABITS ]
☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently (wine is served with just about every meal. but she never drinks to the point of being intoxicated.) / Alcoholic
☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes/ frequently / chain-smoker
✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict
✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication /some medication needed / frequently / to excess
☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes (but never with the kingdom's money) / frequently / shopaholic
♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
I tag @seaslugsims @literalite (because you wanted to do another character) @panicsimss and also make this an open tag!
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ashes-writing · 11 months
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ᵃᵐᵉʳᶦᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ● ʲᶦᵐᵐʸ ᵈᵃʳˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶦˢᵗ
…. 18+ only, there is adult themed content on this blog. Please read all warnings before reading a work… Your media consumption is your own to control, not mine. All readers are gn or female.
.... writer does not give permission for her work to be uploaded to any other site, forum or medium -especially not wattpad, with or without her consent, answer will always be no... don't steal it if you didn't write it...
My taglist is here. My rules/about is here. If you have a question, want to request something or just want to chat/scream/vent, the askbox is open ; anon is toggled on/off daily depending on my mood. it stays off more than anything due to requests being closed.
☁  - denotes angst and/or hurt-comfort | ♡ - denotes fluff | ☠ - denotes adult content that is not sexual in nature, ie drugs, death or violence | ♥ - denotes adult content that is sexual in nature | ☼ -denotes comedy and humor | ☂ - denotes any relationship other than a romantic one ie familial or platonic or friendship | ☻ - denotes a self insert and/or heavily characterized reader since apparently people want to be warned when this is the case lol | ❃ - denotes the use of an original character in a work so if you don't like it, don't read. | ♕ - denotes writers personal favorite work | ✍ - work in progress | ✌ - work completed and/or abandoned.
All the works I have posted so far for can be found below the cut. Happy reading!
– Ashes, your friendly local bimbo and queen of chaos and fuckery.
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NSFW ALPHABET 
♥ filth alphabet (a to z ) | mature, gn/female readers ● see all warnings/tags.
FLUFF ALPHABET
nothing yet
NSFW HEADCANONS
nothing yet
SFW HEADCANONS
nothing yet
ONESHOTS ● DRABBLES ( y/n )
♕☁ ♡ at last | angst / fluff ending ft. Mars!Female reader. | angst; you're leaving and Jimmy Darling realizes he loves you.
♕♡♥ red (kinktober 22 ) | mature ● see content warnings ft. Mars!Female reader. | an au to the above linked fic ; you offer your virginity to Jimmy Darling when he comes to confess his love for you.
♕♡♥ bliss (kinktober 22 ) | mature ● see content warnings ft. Mars!Female reader. | you're happily married, Jimmy comes home to you after a long day at work. sequel to red.
ONESHOTS ● DRABBLES ( oc )
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AESTHETICS ● SOUNDTRACKS
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FICS MASTERLIST
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laindtt · 6 months
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A big thank you to @deputyash for tagging me for some WIP stuff! Saddly, my Seed family movie night WIP hasn't progressed at all, so let's shave the ice-cube folks!
Even if I haven't properly started working on my OCs, from time to time I scribble small pieces of dialogue on the back of an envelope ; they will probably wait an eternity for the rest of the fic to be written too, but they have the merit to exist :') In the case of this one, idk, I liked how it sounded, even if it probably needs to be reworked… No spoil here, let's preserve the suspense for the day it'll be posted.
“It’s Chanel, [redacted].” “Well, now it’s ashes.”
Not tagging anyone, as idk who is currently working on something, but please feel free if you read this to share your WIPs, it would be a pleasure to read what you have in stock ♥
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cam-ryt · 1 year
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@malectober day 8.
Day 8 : Fire
Warnings : Hello, it's angst again ! But with a happy end this time.
Also I'd like to thank you so much for all the reposts, likes and reactions to my little stories. It's the first time I go this far on an October challenge and it's mostly because of the feedbacks I receive. Also that's so hard to express what you have in mind in another langage. So thank you for the support (even if I make you suffer at least 6 day out of 7) it really means a lot ♥
Also special thanks for the better hilarious tags provided by @magnus-the-maqnificent @carelessflower and @i-have-not-slept You guys give me life, for real
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For as long as he can remember, Alec had always liked the fire. It reminded him of the long evenings spent on his father office, listening to politics and strategy, sitting by the fireplace, envelopped by a nice warmth. Izzy was usually curled up on the sofa sleeping, as she was not so much interested by the complex issues that governed the Clave's policy towards downworlders. Jace was unable to sit still for five minutes and usually left the room after half an hour to go and train or do whatever.
Alec really liked those evenings, listening carefully as his father told him about the history of the Clave, about the shadowhunters and their close ties to the downworld, about how to be a fair and upright leader, about the compromises he would have to make as the future head of the Institute.
Years later, as he was finally running the New-York Institute, he continued spending a lot of time by the fireplace in his office when he had to think or resolve complex issues. However, another type of fire had found its way into his life. A metaphorical flame that burned in his chest in the colours of a certain warlock's pretty eyes.
A small, trembling flame that he had tried to blow out during his adolescence, as it did not correspond to what was expected of him. He thought his chest contained nothing but ashes until he met Magnus and an inferno flared up inside him, out of control. He had been afraid of getting burned, but the bite of the flames was the most pleasant he had ever felt in his all life. Since then, the fire has never been extinguished, in fact it burns with a little more intensity every day.
No, he had never been afraid of fire, he had even learned to cherish it.
Except for this one time.
The time the fire turned into something letal over which he had no control, petrifying him on the spot.
He knew that being a Consul, let alone such a progressive one was likely to expose him to different attempts to sideline him. Whether because of his inclusive policy or the fact that he married a warlock. Or the fact that they had adopted one few months ago. He expected that his career and personal choices would be criticised, and that some people would try to bring him down, he was prepared to this eventuality. In fact, he was watching his back more than before. His siblings were too.
What he did not anticipate was that these people would go after his family behind his back.
He felt the rush of panick of Magnus through their wedding ring just before his husband called him on the phone. He picked up immediatly, an icy chill running down his spine.
« Magnus, what happened ?! »
« They took him, Alec. Magnus was sobbing uncontrollably, his words choked with terror. They took Max, I couldn't... I didn't... »
Alec felt a horrible fear form a knot in his gut. He forced himself not to let it take him over completely. He had to think. Quickly.
« Are you hurt ? Where are you ? »
« No, I... We were sitting at the park. Alec, I swear I... I took my eyes off him for only two seconds... »
To hear his husband's voice so painfully tinged with guilt and fear broke Alec's heart.
« Baby. Magnus. Tell me where you are, I'm on my way. Please stay where you are. It's not your fault. »
Magnus was crying so much that Alec stayed on the phone with him until he joined him at the park. He had brought Jace at Izzy with him for backups.
The warlock collapsed in his arms as soon as he arrived, while his siblings were already searching for clues around the place.
« Baby, tell me what happened...  Alec asked gently, doing his best not to let his fear make him panic even more. Did you see them ? »
« Yes. No. They had some kind of masks... Magnus answered with a sob, makeup running down his cheeks. It happened so fast, I didn't had the time to do something. Alec, I'm so sorry... »
« It's not your fault. Alec repeated, gently wiping the underside of his eyes with his thumbs. You were alone. You're still getting your strength back, remember? They must have known. »
« They... They were probably warlocks. Or they had a warlock with them to open a portal. Magnus said, trying to put himself back together. I don't know where they took him. My baby... »
« We'll find him. They probably want something in return. Alec said, clenching his teeth. We're gonna track them down and bring him back home. »
« Alec ? Jace was walking towards them, a little fox plush in the hand. Is it Max's ? »
« Yes. » Magnus gasped, rushing to take it against him.
« Right, We'll use it to parabatai track him. »
Alec rolled up his sleeves and held out his hand to Jace who activated their rune with his stele.
« Baby ? »
He held out his hand for Magnus to give him the stuffed animal, but the wizard held the fox close against his chest.
« I should be able to do it. It's all my fault, I should have been able to stop them. »
« May I remind you that you just foiled an assassination attempt on Alec like three days ago? Izzy interjected. That fucking spell was powerful enough to suck the life out of you. You shoukd take it easy, Magnus. They got it. »
« We're talking about my son ! Magnus retorted angrily. I want to help ! »
Alec reached over and took his husband's hand in his.
"We're talking about our son. Of course you're helping. Come closer. »
Magnus sniffed and grabbed Alec's hand before handing him the plush. Alec felt his magic pouring into them as Jace began the tracking. Soon, they spotted a location that seemed to be at the opposite side of the city. They were on site in no time.
The place looked like an abandoned warehouse, with rusty containers outside, stacks of cardboard piled against the walls and half-faded signs hanging against the main door. Magnus gasped.
« I can feel him inside. »
It was at that moment that Alec was afraid of fire for the first time in his life. When his eyes fell on their baby, crying alone inside a circle of flames in the darkness of the building.
He held Magnus back as he rushed towards their son, when his instinct screamed at him to do the same.
« That's a trap. »
Izzy and Jace had deployed into the building to search for the kidnappers. Except for Max's crying, everything was quiet. Too quiet. Alec was afraid that the slightest movement on their part would trigger something terrible.
« Alec, we have to do something. » Pressed Magnus, eyes unable to leave their son.
They had to. Alec didn't know what to do. He felt petrified.
Then they heard a scream and everything turned into chaos. He didn't know who attacked them first but there were suddenly a dozen of people surrounding them. Vampires, werewolves, warlocks and others that had masks hiding their faces. And their son was in the middle of the fight. Their intentions were pretty clear as they didn't even tried to speak before attacking.
They were clearly outnumbered. Magnus had not yet recovered all his powers and Alec was doing his best to protect him while trying to reach their son. But there was always someone standing in front of him, forcing him to back down to defend himself. His heart was pounding as he saw no way out of this fight. They were soon all beginning to accumulate injuries and fatigue.
Jace was badly injured in the thigh and Izzy had blood on her face. He didn't know if it was hers or the man lying at his feet. He himself had sustained some injuries while protecting his husband with his body. But what drove him crazy was not being able to reach Max.
Before he could figure out what was going on, their baby was in the arms of a female warlock.
"Stop ! She shouted, drawing all eyes to her. Or I'll kill this pretty little blue thing."
At these words, she brought her fingers topped with a dancing flame close to the little warlock's face, who began to cry even harder.
« NO ! Magnus yelled, as Alec's heart stopped. Please... Please don't hurt him. We'll give you what you want. Please... »
« What we want. She repeated with a smile colder than ice. We want you dead. You and all the shadowhunters that agreed on the stupid accords you just wrote.»
« Take me, let him go. Magnus begged, taking a step forward. It's just a baby... He has nothing to do with all of that.»
What ? No ! Alec eyes widened. He was not going to lost any of them.
« Magnus ! »
But the warlock continued to approach, hands in evidence.
« Please, let him be. Take me instead. You want us dead, right ? Take me and let my son go. »
« That's so pathetic. The woman laughed, fingers still to close to Max's face. What that stupid love made you do... Would you really be willing to sacrifice yourself for this insignificant th... »
There was a sudden blinding flash of light, accompanied by an explosion and a shockwave that propelled them all to the ground.
Alec got up first, disoriented, his ears ringing and his vision blurred.
« Magnus ! » He screamed as his husband shouted their son's name at the same time.
Max was sitting of the floor, on a pile of dust. There was no flame circle anymore. He seemed... Fine.
Magnus reached him first, taking him in his arms to hold him tightly, quietly sobbing.
« My baby... »
Alec looked around him, astounded. In place of their attackers were small piles of ash. Izzy and Jace were glowing softly, even Magnus, now that he was looking closer.
« What the... » Jace starred at Alec in shock.
Alec shook his head in incomprehension and joined Magnus who was cuddling their son with shaky hands.
« I... I think he did that. The warlock whispered. I think Max protected us and... And lashed out on the others. Just like me when my stepfather tried to drown me. »
Alec blinked and looked at their son huddled against Magnus' chest, eyes wet.
« You think he can do that... ? »
« It was not me, so... »
« Oh my god... Alec leaned and took them in his arms. Let's go back home. »
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clotpolesonly · 1 year
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Ten Random Lines
Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.
tagged by @sapphireginger​ ♥♥♥
this is literally so difficult wtf how do i CHOOSE ok.......
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1) To Be A King
| BBC Merlin | Gen | 127k | Canon Divergent | Royal Merlin | Magic Reveal |
Merlin resisted the urge to adjust the circlet of gold where it sat on his head and made his fringe—his hair was getting long, he thought idly, and he should probably cut it sometime—stick to his forehead. It was a near constant struggle not to fiddle with the unfamiliar weight, but he usually managed to hold himself back, knowing that fidgeting was not dignified.
2) For Shell And Safety
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | 45k wip | Outsider POV | Apocalypse |
“We’ll figure all that out later,” Stiles said firmly. “We always manage to figure these things out.”
He was lying. His heartbeat skipped, but Leah was the only one of them to hear it and she couldn’t bring herself to call him out when Derek was looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes like he truly expected Stiles to succeed. He had far more faith in Stiles than Stiles had in himself, that much was clear.
Stiles stepped back out of the circle of firelight, the darkness of night creeping in to wrap around him like a cloak.
3) REM-DAC
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | 43k wip | Cyberpunk AU (w/ werewolves) | Technopathy |
If it had been anything like that for Stiles, then Derek envied him his forgetfulness.
4) I'll Dissolve When The Rain Pours In, When The Nightmares Take Me
| Teen Wolf | Stackson | 37k | Canon AU | Soulmates | Post Nogitsune/Kanima |
“Focus on me, Stiles,” Jackson said, firm and insistent, giving him a shake. “Just look at me and nothing else, okay? What do you need? Stiles, this is real. What do I need to do to prove that to you?”
It took Stiles a minute to process the words, to make his eyes stop straying to the door of his closet and the void beyond it, and another to find his voice and force it past the broken glass feeling of his throat.
“Fingers,” he croaked. “Y-you have extra...extra f-fingers in dreams.”
5) These Gordian Knots
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | 29k wip | Shibari | Sub Derek | Self-Destructive Behaviors |
He could drown it out, mostly. The method was tried and true, after all. One-fifty-one had never let him down before. If he took enough shots quickly enough, then Derek could fool himself into thinking that he wasn’t completely broken.
6) Patterns In The Ashes
| Teen Wolf | 5.6k | Missing Scene | Family Angst | Ambiguous Relationships |
All that restrained violence was released in a split second. It was a roar that shook the walls and a blur of motion that ended with Allison slammed back against the railing of the stairs in the entryway, Derek’s clawed hands digging into the fragile wood on either side of her head. Part of Allison acknowledged that she could’ve been dead already. The rest told her to push, to take that cruel knife she had lodged inside her, ram it into Derek’s gut instead, and twist.
7) In The Afterimage
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | 26k | 6A Rewrite | Everybody Lives AU | Pack Feels |
“It— I can’t—” The Sheriff was shaking his head again, eyes distant as the tears wet his cheeks. “I can’t have forgotten,” he said weakly. “I couldn’t just—”
“You haven’t,” Derek repeated. “This is you remembering him.”
8) The Strongest Among You
| BBC Merlin | Merthur | 21k | Slavery AU | Abuse | BAMF Merlin |
Merlin shook his head, clutching at him. “Don’t make promises,” he said. “Don’t make promises when there’s no way for you to keep them.”
“I will keep them,” Arthur insisted. He pushed Merlin back enough to look him in the face, his heart breaking to see the tear tracks on Merlin’s cheeks. “I know you don’t need me to save you,” he said. “But I will if that’s wh—”
Merlin stopped him with a kiss, wet and messy and a little bit frantic.
9) Magic and Drag Queens and Lizards, Oh My
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | Ace Derek | Bi Stiles | Pride Parades | Fluff |
“Aw, aren’t you two just adorable,” the queen coos. “Derek, honey, is this that cute boy you’ve been telling me about?”
Derek chokes like he’s just inhaled a lungful of glitter. Stiles is pretty sure he’s the one red in the face now because Derek does not say she’s wrong.
10) Roots To Tether By
| Teen Wolf | Sterek | Derek Deserves Nice Things | Pack Feels |
Derek was not wrong about Scott following through on his playful threat. It’s barely three hours later when Stiles’ name pops up on his caller ID, and Derek takes a moment to brace himself before accepting the call.
“So,” Stiles says, smug as anything. “I hear that I’m a smart guy. Tell me more.”
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let me tell you how horrifically difficult this was to narrow down, and i only scrolled through like 2 pages of my stuff before i had to stop just to limit myself cuz i was gonna go on all day finding more and going oKAY BUT WAIT WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE and i just had to put my foot down somewhere arbitrary alkfdjg
i do not have 10 people to choose anymore, and not all the ones that come to mind to tag have enough fics to do it properly 😅 soooo anybody who wants to do it?? consider yourself tagged
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deputyash · 1 year
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Overview Tag Game
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Dove Ash - 
[ PERSONAL ]
$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non-applicable
✪ Class: upper / upper-middle / middle / working / other / unsure
✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying
✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no (*pre-Hope County/generally) / has committed crimes, but not caught yet (*depends on verse) / yes, but charges were dismissed
[ FAMILY ]
◒ Children: has a child or children / has no children (*depends on verse) / wants children (*depends on verse) / undecided
◑ Relationship with Family: close with parent(s) / not close with parent(s) / close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling is deceased / it’s complicated
◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / raised by a single parent
[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]
♦ extroverted / introverted / in-between
♦ disorganized / organized / in-between
♦ close minded / open-minded / in-between
♦ calm / anxious / in-between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between
♦ cautious / reckless / in-between
♦ patient / impatient / in-between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between
♦ leader / follower / flexible
♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between
♦ traditional / modern / in-between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between
♦ cultured / uncultured  / in-between / unknown
♦ loyal / disloyal / in-between / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / in-between / unknown
[ BELIEFS ]
★ Faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic
☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ Belief in an Afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ Belief in Reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ Belief in Aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✧ Religious : orthodox / liberal / in-between / not religious
❀ Philosophical : yes / no / sometimes
[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]
❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / other
❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naïve and clueless
♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naïve and clueless / romance suspicious
❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / inexperienced / naïve / curious
⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / nonbinary / other / none / all / depends
⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / nonbinary / other / none / all / depends
[ ABILITIES ]
☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✍ Artistic/Music Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
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exghul · 1 year
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𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞?
CAUTERIZING RAGE.
the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.
TAGGED BY: @beffraye ♥ ! TAGGING: @hauntrcss, @batcowmaster, @worthfuls, @sonburied​, + anyone who hasn’t done it yet !
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rare0fdiamonds · 5 months
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Balance In Islam :
by Sheikh Assim Al-Hakeem
( Teacher & Islamic Speaker )
1. Islam the religion of balance
2. Saved Sect ( the jamaah is what coincide with the truth ) & ( quality not quantity )
What is Ummah ?
- Imaām
- Time
- Religion
- Nation
3. Balance is Purifying the heart / body
4. Balance comes from Allah , The Qur'ān & The Sunnah ( not from intellect , orientation , different cultures )
5. Balance is " Allah has rights over you " in Tawheed , Prayer , Health , Guests (social commitments) , Wife , Family .
6. Balance is in Spiritual & Physical
7. Balance is in Seeking Hereafter & Your Portion of Dunya .
8. Characteristics of Balance : Islam is suitable for All Times , All Generations , All Locations . Not According To Your Intellect .
9. Balance is to Go Back To Basics .
10. Imbalance is when syaitan plays with our minds .
11. Balance is to compare yourselves to the Sunnah of the Prophet (sollatuwassalam) to know balance .
12. Balance is Love of Allah , Fear & Hope
13. Muslims has balance of ikhtiqad (belief)
• Notes: Liberals & Secularists (tag the name of Islam) . They are hypocrites (Munafiqūn)
• Extremists : do not follow a school of thought .
• Extremists : if you do not follow a madhab you are a Kafir .
• Middle Path :
- Follow Al-Qur'ān & Sunnah with the understanding of four school of thoughts / with people of the Salaf / with the people of previous generations
- Not from my own head
- To Re-crossed examine & come to a conclusion.
14. Part of Being Balance is easy going . kindness :
- make things easy for people , don't make it hard for them .
- always cooperate and do not dispute and have arguments upon you .
- do not kill yourselves
15. Balance in expenditure (be in the middle path)
16. Balance in Obligation of amal makruf & nahi mungkar .
17. Learn How To Apply The Sunnah :
- be gentle / soft / kind (like the Prophet)
18. Balance is to Go Against What The Soul Desires :
- problems with emotions is imbalance. (required to balance your emotions)
- overreacting is part of imbalance (required to balancing the reaction)
19. Balance in Communicating is of a way communicating :
• Ash-Shafi'i : " My views are correct with possibility of mistake And My opponent views are wrong but with possibility of being correct . "
• Notes: so many divorce is of lack in communication.
20. Balance in Love & Hate :
- Love & Hate (for the sake of Allah)
- Friends (for the sake of Allah)
- Enemies (for the sake of Allah)
21. Part of being balance is Not To Be Haste ( Think b4 you Act ) :
- people have weird way of thinking without knowledge , so we have to have patience . (not to be haste)
22. A Muslim Must Be Balance Complying Qur'ān & Sunnah .
Q&A :
How To Know The Right Balance ?
1. To know well your Qur'ān
2. To learn well of Sunnah of Prophet (Sollatuwassalam)
3. To read his Seerah
* with these you will know the balance *
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❝ ❤ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶 🔪 ❞
Slasher oc x BlackFem!oc
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⇸The following SMAU fanfic is inspired by the movie Scream, the 2015 MTV Scream TV series and fanficThe Final Girl by @ghoularaki . Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. Please enjoy ~ ♥︎
⇸ Paring - Slasher oc [@BUNII_ on Twitter] x Reader!oc
⇸ ⚠️ Warning/Genre ⚠️ Horror, slight comedy, interracial couple, slightly angst, fluff, social media au, senior high school/slasher au, character deaths ( major & minor), blood, detailed gore, eventual smut, explicit sexual themes, slow burn, strangers to friends au, friends to lovers au, childhood friends to lovers au.
⇸ Quick Sum up: ❝A rise in missing persons reports render a small town afraid and helpless. But when Ashe, the towns goody two shoes, gets thrown in the middle of copycat killing spree, an unknown contact comes to protect her from the shadows.❞
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↳    UNKNOWN    ↲
Ashe was on her way home from her best friend's Birthday dinner at the Brimstone Diner. Sparklers in Sinclair's ice cream cake and her friends around her sang the Happy Birthday song. The night was perfect. Almost as perfect as Ashe's satin form fitting dress, her clear heels clicking the cul de sac pavement.
Dropped off a block away, her mother, Misty, the head of the forensics team had no choice but to report to the Sheriff's Station. Something about a body being found again. Probably one of the missing people. It's a shame they have to be brought back to their families in a body bag.
'That could be you one day' She thought to herself jokingly. To become another lost soul stolen from this life. Orange brownish leaves scattering without fail. Perfect timing it seems.
Her phones' notification pings loudly. Assuming it's August texting if she's gotten home safe she swipes open her phone. But her head tilted to the side and her brows knitted together once the name pops up.
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See you next chapter! Comment or dm me if you'd like to be tagged for the next update ~
Tag list- @ebonyslasher @kuromi-kouhai @peachjaem00 @nastyatticman @itzgabz22 @milky-babez @lxstfulbeans @strxwberry-milku @luna-ashe
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elveny · 5 years
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Author Meme
I was tagged by @curiousthimble - thank you so much!! ♥ Tagging forth @thevikingwoman @buttsonthebeach @pikapeppa @greyias @midnightprelude @storyknitter @smuttine @kauriart and whoever wants to grab it!
Author name: Elveny on AO3
Fandoms you write for: mostly Dragon Age, sometimes SWTOR
Where you post: complete fics are on AO3, prompts and memes are here on Tumblr - although it’s been known to happen that a prompt turned into a chapter ;)
Most popular one-shot: One-shot as in one chapter? Well, if we count The Spark (Solas cares for the unconscious Lyssa after she first stumbled out of the Fade | 25 kudos) despite it being part of a series, then that. If not, it’s Nightfall (Solas is fatally wounded in their very last encounter. Post-Trespasser | 24 Kudos).
Most popular multi-chapter: Flaming Up (Solas and Lyssa falling in love) is with 96 kudos the most popular one by far.
Favourite story you wrote: That’s hard. Seriously. I am deeply in love with both my Solavellan series Spark of Hope and my and @kunstpause‘s DA2 series Precipice of Change. I write what I love, so picking a fav is really hard.
Apart from those epen (plural of epos, I looked it up lol), I really love this story: Under The Lilac Tree (Fenris x Hawke x Isabela). I cried while writing it, and I felt like I managed to form the exact right words around the peaceful and incredibly sad mood I wanted to convey.
However, I do have a very soft spot for my Modern Fake Dating Roommates AU Family is what you make of it (Fenris x Hawke) ;)
Story you were nervous to post: Unbound. Completely self-serving threesome bondage fic with my Adriene Hawke, Iron Bull and Kunstpause’s Amara Lavellan. It no longer has a place in our canon universe (so don’t be confused if it seems ooc if you’re familiar with the characters), but it started a whole plotline and relationship we did not expect. One day we’ll properly work that out.
How do you choose your titles: Painfully ;) But seriously, it’s hard and I switch around a lot. And there’s a big difference between Series Titles and Chapter Titles. For chapters, it’s often a quote from within the chapter or something that conveys the general mood of the chapter.
For my series, I put a lot of thought into the overarching themes, the mood, the focus character(s); and the works within that series are complementing the title.
For example, Spark of Hope: Lyssa’s element is fire, and she is an extremely warm and kind person - thus the fire symbolism. The volatile danger of flames is there as well, and, of course, hope - something I still cling to as Solavellan writer when it comes to Solas. (As does Lyssa.) The work titles within the series are all fire-related but also tell something about their place within the series: Kindling (groundwork / background), The Spark (meet-cute), Flaming Up (falling in love), Heat (love, passion and relationship), Flying Sparks (the breakup), Embers (post-relationship to Trespasser and a bit beyond). I refuse to write Ashes until I know what happens in DA4 ;)
Or Precipice of Change which follows a similar pattern: A Flemeth quote, of course, describing Kirkwall’s (and the Champions’) role at that time, as are the complementing work titles. The Hands of Fate Are Your Own (make your fate, hard work & making a life),  It's The Mind That Lies, Not The Heart (internal conflicts, romance drama, secrets and deception), It is Only When You Fall That You Learn Whether You Can Fly (resolution & revolution ).
Do you outline: Yes!! I do. Not in too much detail, but I do have a timeline that I consult ALL the time. And in my co-writing with Kunstpause, we do have a ��what happens in which chapter” outline; which is so necessary for such a work.
Complete: Family is what you make of it, Unbound, the first four parts of Spark of Hope, the one-shots, Feels Like Destiny (SWTOR, Jedi Knight/Theron Shan), Dear Aren (letters from my Warden Fian Tabris to her cousin Aren Surana), Among The Stars (MEA).
In progress: Precipice of Change, Spark of Hope
Coming soon: AUctober (Kunstpause and my Fictober project), Flying Sparks (the next part of Spark of Hope, starts in November)
Do you accept prompts: YES! ... although I don’t always manage to answer them in a timely fashion. But I love love love getting prompts and also questions about my fics, so please, go and hit that ask box :D
Upcoming story you are most excited to write: Both Precipice of Change and Spark of Hope. There’s heartbreak to come in both stories, and autumn is the best time to write that ;)
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I was tagged by @gii-heylittleangel and @cr-noble-writes (thanks! ♥) to post the opening sentences of my last 10 fics. So, here we go (they all happen to be destiel (or destiel-adjacent)):
1. These days, you can’t even let Cas out of the bunker for a grocery run without him bringing back trouble. [Look What The Cas Dragged In]
2. “I can get you the location, no problem,” Dean says, not even taking the eyes off his nails — he only listened with one ear, let out the other, as Cas and Sam talked about the new case, until they mentioned the whole needing an ancient untraceable weapon thing, “I might not be a...measly crossroads demon, but I learned a few tricks in my time with Crowley.” [deal]
3. The first time Dean meets Castiel, the bullies are giving him hell. [For Better Or Worse]
4. There is no day in the entire school year that’s ever as exciting as the first day after the summer. [All Those Summer Nights]
5. The stench of the sewage is overwhelming and it takes all of Dean’s will to push nausea down and keep his head on task. [Fearful]
6. Dean never gave much thought to how he’d raise his children, simply because he never expected he’d have any - not with the life he’s lead, every day a different town, death in every corner. [in training]
7. This is the story of how an angel falls from the sky. [The End and the Beginning]
8. The fuel running out miles away from Lebanon, in the middle of nowhere, is entirely on Dean. [Runs in the Family]
9. “I want you to listen to this nice, old song I discovered,” Cas tells Dean with a proud smile as he fiddles with his phone. [favorite song]
10. The black smoke came first. [Ash]
I’m tagging: @deanirae @visnomer @malmuses @envydean @fangirlingtodeath513 @galaxystiel @imbiowaresbitch @jimminovak @helianthus21 @casteaowl and whoever else wants to do this :)
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The first year of real activity around here
A special dedication to the FC5 fandom, you are amazing guys, thank you so much for being so inspiring ♥ It's such a pleasure to create around here an humble library of such amazing fics, art and such (truly a comfort collection to me)
I hope I'll be able to deliver more personal content this year! A big thanks too for your amazing support, especially for my first giveaway. You are gems, I hope you had a wonderful year and that 2022 will be even better ♥
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I’ve been tagged by  @that-1-3mo to show my lockscreen, last song I listened to, and last image downloaded. Thank you for the tag! ♥ (I had to find how to take a screenshot of my screen, had no clue of how to do that... I feel so old 🤦‍♀️)
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My last image dowloaded is the amazing WIP posted by @lulu2992​ here (can’t wait to see it finished 🤩 )
Tagging @malfoy678​  @hestiaschild​  @maybeitslizzy​ (as always, if you feel so ; please join if you’re interested!)
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❈ FC5 Cult Zine 2021 contribution ❈
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I had the pleasure to take part in the 2021 edition of the Far Cry Cult Zine: it’s been a wonderful opportunity to write articles about the Collapse, the Angels and the Bliss and to share  some love for Eden’s Gate  with the community while having a lot of fun joining a unique project. A big warm thank you again to @juniors0possum​ for all the hard work and your patience with me, you’re amazing ♥ And a big thank you too to you all of you for the likes and the reblogs!
My three articles are available below the cut, in their “director’s cut” version: for the purpose of the page layout, some parts had to be canceled ‘cause yours truly is unable to be brief enough :’)
You can find the whole zine here, enjoy!
❈ The Collapse ❈
 Finally, it’s coming.
An insatiable fire is consuming the world, as the mountains are shaking and the forests are bent under the merciless breath of the Lord. The sky is now an ocean of stormy clouds, and soon there will be nothing left of the old world, this decadent and rotten living hell that none of us will regret.
The Father was right. His Holy Word was nothing but the purest truth and we, the lucky ones who have welcomed his love into our hearts, are the privileged witnesses of this beautiful chaos, this apocalyptic salvation. The damned and the weak, the politicians and the corporations, the big cities and our modern society built on sin, the skeptics who chose to remain blind to the sufferings around them, the ungrateful who demeaned us for all these years, all of them know their last moments, devoured by fear and agony. In a single scream, they celebrate a truth we knew for so long thanks to the Family and oh, God, I must confess, it is so good, I can almost hear them over the sound of the bombs. It is the sweetest music we could have wished for to say farewell to our previous lives, definitively. Our houses are destroyed, the fields are burning just as the lakes are boiling, and soon the ground on which we were born, have lived, loved, laughed but also suffered, cried and lost so much before joining Eden’s Gate and working so hard for our survival will be reduced to a desert of irradiated ashes ; it is what we have been prepared for, what our hearts prayed for during countless days. Sorrow and fear have no place in our souls, not at all: nothing but joy overwhelms us as we are eventually freed from all that kept us far from the happiness we deserve, we the angels, we the chosen. Humanity has been lost for so long, our acclamations salute with relief the righteous wrath of the Divine cleaning the Earth from its corruption. The reckoning is here.
Gathered in a small makeshift bunker, we join our hands and pray together: we thank the Heavens for delivering us, we thank Joseph for having shared his visions with us. Sadly, we don’t know where our Father is, nor if he is even alive. Some say he has faced this evil Deputy one last time, this bloodthirsty demon who destroyed our Gates and nearly condemned us to the same death as the unbelievers, but no means of communication can allow us to contact the others who, with the help of God, have hurriedly found a shelter too when the bombings started. We are on our own, without our dear Heralds by our side and to be honest, I am not even sure if we have enough food and water down here to survive till the world is reborn. We had all the supplies we needed in the Gates, the wait could have been so safe and comfortable, all reunited in the bunkers the Seeds built for us. John, Jacob and Faith should have been with us. Joseph should be acclaimed as the Prophet he is. But hope remains, just as we do, and our faith will not waver. It will be difficult but we will make it: their sacrifice will not be in vain. We will survive, like we always had, even without our Shepherd, even if the Heralds were more than worthy to watch the Prophecy be fulfilled and are deeply missed.
We have been trained for this. We have been cleansed from our sins to be able to build a future for our children. We have walked the Path and been rewarded for this.
In seven years, we will step into the light and get reunited to build a new world. I don’t know if I will make it myself, but at least some of us will and it’s all that matters. My soul will be with them whatever happens ; this thought warms my heart, as a new tremor makes the walls of our small haven quake.
 Together we will march to Eden’s Gate. The Garden will welcome us with open arms. We just have to wait a bit more.
  ❈ The Angels ❈
 Tirelessly, they walk upon this land, ghosts of flesh, white carcasses mumbling snippets of our holy songs.
 They are the pawns of the Henbane River but you can also meet them in the Valley, working at the Green-Busch fertilizer factory or following our patrols along the trails. From the most secluded places where our Project blooms to the compound of our beloved Father, we have learned to live with them by our side, like second shadows hanging around, waiting for a new task to achieve. To be fully honest, even if all God’s creations are beautiful and all the accomplishments of the Project deserve the greatest admiration, I must say that they scare me a bit. Even with their head shaved and their mouth forever hidden by a muzzle, some of them remind me of my former neighbors, eyes turned white by the Bliss and faces tarnished with bruises. And I may be wrong, but… Some of them sound like some of my brothers who went missing after aggravating a Chosen, don’t they? A chill makes me shiver nearly every time I hear their slow footsteps behind me, as they drag themselves barefoot, head haloed of a light green mist.
Make no mistake about them: they are fierce protectors of Eden’s Gate, not the grotesque zombies from the Hollywood horror movies. They work hard in the flower fields in the East, like no other member of the Family for sure. Day and night, never tired, never thirsty, never hungry, never weary, they are eager to help and would do anything they are asked for without any hesitation or discontent. And you should see them fight like madmen against the unbelievers who threaten us, or the wild beasts haunting the woods! Their rage equals the one with which the Lord will clean this world when the Collapse comes. As you watch them screaming with full lungs, running to their target only armed with a knife or a hoe, your heart can only be filled with a powerful awe mixed with a vague and deep terror, believe me. Nothing could stop them, fear itself seems to have abandoned them to their unending slavery. If the Judges created by Jacob are undoubtedly the strongest of the pack and the best version of themselves, revealed by the serum, the Angels are… Different. Their name may let you think they are peaceful and soft creatures, and they do belong to the Garden, equals of the Children of the Father; nevertheless a part of their humanity has been sacrificed so they can be free from sin, and that makes them unpredictable, turning from stillness to savageness in a heartbeat. Thank God they are on our side… Even if at the slightest sign of rebellion, I won’t hesitate to shoot them right in the head, those damn scary bogeymen.
If I had to put it in a nutshell, I’d say they are as eerie as Faith is divine. We are blessed to have our Siren guiding our Angels on the Path, preventing them from turning into monsters, just as the Father protects us from the sinners and from vice. Like a puppeteer, our sister cherishes and leads them onto the righteous path, living reminders that too much Bliss can quickly get to one’s head… All of a sudden, serving the Project as the most humble recruit seems way more enticing, after all. There are worse ways to enter Eden.
  ❈ The Bliss ❈
 There is a place here, in Hope County, that doesn’t appear on any map.
 It is said to be in the Henbane River and if you ask several of the followers of the Project here, each of them will give you a different description of it, but with the same delight on their faces, the same wonder in their voices.
You don’t need any compass or any trail to find it, a simple sip of the glowing water from the river or a puff of the green vapors pouring from the barrels all around the three regions will do. You just have to have faith, in a word.
Once you’ve abandoned yourself wholeheartedly to the gleams dancing before your eyes, you’ll enter a world of wonders like no other. The grass is softer than the softest meadow, the mist all around you is a comfortable blanket embracing the world. Mythical animals thrive here in peace, wandering among the flowers and between the twisted trunks that chart the way to a peaceful tree. Oh, to sit under its leaves and to listen to the soft breeze…
Believe it or not, but a Siren lives here. Her laugh is as sweet as her grace is flawless, as she dances and sings along, a queen gently guiding her guests into her realm. If you’re lucky enough you could even witness a group of worshipers gathered around a Prophet, drinking every word dripping from his lips like honey.
 It can be yours, you know. All of this. Just take her hand; a leap of faith is all that it costs, a one-way ticket to the Garden on earth. The Path is clear at the very moment when you believe.
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What do you think happened to the Seed family after the secret ending where deputy refused to arrest Joseph? I'm thinking they either all got the mental help they needed, or they continued the cult in prison and gained an even bigger following.
Hey luna-breaker! Thank you for your very interesting question 🙏
I'd say that there are two answers: if you consider the canon ending (to choose the secret ending, you have to meet Joseph at his church, and to trigger this event, the regions have to be liberated... and the Heralds to be dead, sadly), or if you think about a fanon ending, in which the whole family survives even if the County is in the hands of the Resistance.
If Joseph is the only Seed remaining, I think he'll gather what remains of the Project with the help of the Deputy's friends, keeping them under the effects of the Bliss. The Collapse is still impending, even if the bombs don't fall at the same moment as in the Resist ending (I'm still convinced that it will happen even if the Deputy abandons their allies): they'll find the biggest bunker possible (or several ones and split the group + leave as many notes as possible to ask the Project survivors they would have not found in time to look for a shelter and to wait for their reunion 7 years later) and hide down there, following Joseph's Prophecy. The Resistants are first held captive, as there is no more Bliss to keep them compliant, and the members of the Project make sure they don't try to kill Joseph or to get out ; the bombings are quite a shock for them, and I think it'd be super interesting to see who, among them, will follow the same path as the Dep/Judge and who will stay in denial, refusing to believe the Collapse happened or that it's due to God's will/that Joseph was right.
If the whole family is alive when the Dep gives up on their mission, I picture the Heralds spying on them from afar while they talk in front on the church, as Joseph's island has become their last remaining territory and where they run away when they lost their regions (Joseph wants to have a final one-to-one encounter with them ; not the safest idea but Jacob is ready to use his rifle the second he thinks Dep is going too far). When Dep leaves, it's quite the same scenario, except that it's easier for them to gather members of the Project as the Heralds has brought some with them when they fled from their lost regions. They do all they can to get ready for the Collapse, and wait all together for the Garden.
I hope it answers your question, feel free to reply if you feel so ♥
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A big big thank you to @cloudsbreatheforyou for tagging me for this picrew ! ♥ That’s so nice of you all to keep tagging me for such funny things to create, even if my OCs are inexistent apart from this 😳 You are sweethearts.
Here are my Cult OC (flower crown courtesy of Faith), and my Dep!
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Tagging @kittycatlukey @butchdeloria  @colorfulcreatorskeletondeputy​  @mbp-50 @that-1-3mo​​
If you have not already been tagged and if you feel like it ; feel also free to join if you’re reading this!
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❈ 100 followers giveaway ❈
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rGreetings everyone! I hope you’re doing fine 🙏
A few days ago, this blog has hit the 100 follower milestone, and I wanted to share this moment with you: thank you, thank you so SO much. Thank you for every reblog, every comment, every like, thank you for hanging around. This blog has no other purpose than saving FC5 stuff I like, I still can’t believe you are so many here (another proof that FC5 is a wonderful thing in so many ways ♥) . I’m so happy to share with you the art, theories, ramblings and other amazing things that makes me fall in love with this game a little bit more everyday.
And thanks to you and this amazing community, my motivation for writting has striken back! Unfortunately, I think it will be a long time before I can get to seriously work on my personal OCs, but I really wanted to celebrate this humble step, so after a verrry long time, I’m back at it for a small giveaway! (a BIG thank you to @butchdeloria​ for her incentives, you’re a gem ♥)
Few details about the prize:
I feel more comfortable with writting for the Seed family, but we can absolutely discuss in pm your request to determine how I can write something you’ll enjoy reading. I haven’t played FC New Dawn so FC5 requests are preferred (but thanks to a certain amount of spoilers, I can for instance write something for ND Joseph ; again, we can discuss that at the end of the giveaway),
As a request, you can send me a quote, a prompt, a sentence, a song, even a gif or a screenshot, anything that you could enjoy seeing turned into a small fic!
Can be a NSFW request, or a request implying gore/violence. I’ve not written a lot of smut, and it was an eternity ago, but I’m fine with this. Obsviously, no problematic subjects such as rape, incest, etc.
Please note that English is not my mother language, and that I’ve never written anything in English before except in class: I’ll do my absolute best to deliver you something as good as possible (and probably spend 1000x more time proofreading my wip than actually writting it), but please be comprehensive if my grammar is not perfect (especially if you want to read something about characters using slang).
Other details:
To enter the giveaway, you only have to reblog this post once (I’ll randomly pick the name of the winner, no need to reblog multiple times ; a follow is not mandatory but will of course be deeply appreciated :) )
The winner will be picked at the very beginning of July (3th or 4th)
I’ll work on the commission during my summer holidays. Still not sure when I am on a break, one week in July for sure and certainly also in August: the winner will receive his/her/their fanfic at the end of August at the lastest,
I used to write about 1k words things by the time, but it can be way more depending on how much I’m inspired. Of course, a long post takes time, but I’ll keep you updated!
Thank you for reading this, and again, thank you to all my followers; I wish you a pleasant stay around here folks ♥
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