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liloinkoink · 8 months

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here's another minimal context scene from that beauty and the beast au. this one's from real late in the plot, but i think it'll make... enough sense? it'll at least sound cool

here are the other two scenes i've posted: Ren gets cursed and the knife scene, both of which come earlier in the plot

The last day of Martyn’s life is beautiful.

The sky is bright, finally. Uncertain sunlight stretches its first warm rays across winter-hardened ground, casting the illusion of spring through the window. Martyn knows better, of course—unable to feel the sunlight through the bars of his cell, all he has to work with is the blistering winter wind, a biting cold that the sunlight has not yet chased away.

The deceptive warmth is a bit on the nose, Martyn thinks, but maybe he doesn’t have enough time for anything but the most unsubtle of metaphors.

Ren had been working with Scar. Weeks of hiding out at Ren’s castle, and the whole time, Ren had been planning to turn Martyn in for his own execution. Weeks Martyn spent clearing the crumbling stone, rotting wood, dusty corners of that place, making it livable again. Weeks he’d wasted in Ren’s care, eating his food, finding comfort at his fireplace, sleeping at his side. He’d believed in Ren, and Ren had been planning to betray him all along.

Martyn really should have killed him when he’d had the chance. Maybe, if he’d been fast enough, Ren would never have been able to call for Scar at all.

Maybe Martyn should have stopped to think why Ren was cursed in the first place. Maybe he should have considered Ren might have deserved it.

Watching the sunlight prod the dead grass isn’t enough to distract Martyn from the sound of footsteps, though he pretends not to hear them until they stop right outside his cell.

“Why, hello there!” Scar’s voice is as friendly as ever, which is to say so thick with syrupy cheer Martyn’s teeth hurt just listening to him. “Beautiful day out, isn’t it? Are you excited to enjoy the day? Stretch your legs?”

“Aren’t you supposed to offer me a last meal? Even your dog was a better host than this,” Martyn bites. Scar laughs.

“Oh, I don’t know about that! I’ve given you such lovely accommodations.” Scar grins, sounding quite proud of himself, and Martyn sighs.

“A real five star establishment,” Martyn turns, glaring, “Look, whatever gloating you’re going to do, just get it over with. Is this where you tell me I should never have gone against your rule? Or that Ren is going to be in the audience to help drive home the point? I’m already—“

“What? Ren, in the audience?” Scar asks. He’s amused, his eyes shining with undisguised glee.

“Yeah, what?” Martyn asks.

“Nothing, nothing, I just realized something really funny about you two, is all,” Scar says.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Martyn asks.

“Nothing! Nothing, it’s part of his curse. Didn’t he tell you? And here I thought he trusted you!” Scar says, aghast. “He’s a dog, Martyn, you can’t let those go without some kind of leash. He’s fenced in, just as any responsible person would do.”

“He’s what?” Martyn asks, and with startling clarity Martyn remembers a hundred moments of Ren sitting just inside the gate, waiting for Martyn to return from the woods just outside the bounds of the castle. He’d stopped at the gate when Martyn had fled, too, pacing back and forth inside the entryway. Martyn gasps, “Ren can’t leave the grounds.”

“Oh, you got it!” Scar says. Martyn narrows his eyes.

“Why would he tell that to you?” Martyn asks. Scar leans in towards the bars, grinning. It isn’t wide, but it’s all teeth, perfectly white.

“He really didn’t tell you? Maybe I didn’t need to be worried about you two,” Scar says, “It’s starting to sound like Ren didn’t trust you at all.”

“Shut up,” Martyn snaps, “If he can’t leave, how did he contact you?”

“Hm… Well, that’s the thing…” Scar hums, stroking his chin with one hand, “I wouldn’t say he contacted me, so much as that I was around and decided to pay my friend a visit.”

“Ren didn’t turn me in,” Martyn repeats, “You were lying. That whole— how much of that did you lie about? Was he even working with you at all?”

“Ren and I haven’t worked together in some time,” Scar admits, feigning sadness, “My poor friend, stuck in that old castle, wasting away under that unbreakable curse.”

“Friend, huh?” Martyn asks. He’s trying to sound mocking, but he thinks he might just sound afraid. “Is that a lie, too?”

“Ren and I were great friends! Up until someone cursed him to take the form of a loyal dog, forced to sit and wait at home until someone actually put as much faith into him as he did them.” Scar says, wiping away a dry tear, “It’s too bad, though. That big, trusting heart of his… No one’s ever going to match it, not in this world. He’ll be in that kennel forever, waiting for someone to respect a dog as though he were a person.”

Martyn sits up.

“You cursed him,” Martyn says. It’s not a question.

Scar absolutely beams.

“I was starting to get worried, actually. I felt the curse weakening, so I went up to see what had happened with Ren. The fact it was my runaway rat who had pitied him was just a lucky break, but the fact that on top of that, you’d even left the bounds of Ren’s protection? Lady Luck must really like me!” Scar brags. He sighs, crossing his arms.

“You absolute basta—“ Martyn starts, hopping to his feet.

“But,” Scar barrels right over him, “It doesn’t seem like I needed to worry about anything. Not even that naive old dog trusted you.”

With that, Scar takes a step back from the cell, smiling as bright as always.

“Well,” Scar says, “Thank you for the lovely talk, Martyn. I’ll see you later tonight!”

Martyn doesn’t bother to watch him leave. He looks back to the window, through the bars and into the courtyard. He can’t see the forest from here—can’t see anything for the walls surrounding the whole castle.

He’s never going to see Ren again, and it’s his own damn fault. Why would he believe a pathological liar over Ren? If Scar had come any other time, if Martyn hadn’t already been jumping to conclusions just because he’d overheard— he’s never going to see Ren again, and the last thing they’ll ever have done together is argue.

For whatever little it’s worth, he knows now who he trusts.

—---—

Somewhere at the edge of the forest, Ren falls flat on his face.

This is the last step in a process, though. The process begins like this:

The barrier of Ren’s curse is unbreakable, unyielding, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. He’s been scratching at it since Scar and his men disappeared over the horizon, Martyn in chains among them. His paws bleed, a few of his claws casualty to his desperation, but the barrier stays. Ren stays, his eyes locked on the path down the hill, pleading for something he knows he’ll never see.

Somewhere in the world, Ren is trusted.

Ren’s fur falls out in patches. The claws—the ones left, anyway—disappear next, and then his ears twitch for the last time, vanishing into his hair. His face changes, muzzle shrinking, body shuddering as the rest of him follows.

The tail disappears at the same moment as the barrier, and this is when Ren pitches forward into the dirt. He hits hard ground, and what shocks him most is how cold it is—suddenly, Ren is freezing.

He scrambles up onto his elbows, tugging his cloak closer to himself. When he looks down, it’s not to thick fur—Ren finds himself staring at human arms. Perhaps a bit hairier than he remembered, sure, but pale pink, with fingers and thumbs ending in short, dirty nails.

“Oh, my god,” Ren whispers. His mouth stretches in shapes unfamiliar, a face almost too short. He licks the inside of his mouth and finds all the teeth inside perfectly regular, devoid of the long canines that have dominated his smiles for the last few years.

He’s human. The barrier is gone. The curse is broken. Ren can do… anything, really. Everything he’s put on hold, anything he’s dreamed while pacing the halls. The world is open to him once again, and he has all the money and power and freedom to find anything he’d like. He could take back the stolen throne. He could seek out revenge on Scar. He could take a walk out into the forest, simply because the barrier wouldn’t stop him.

There’s only one thing he needs, though. One which he knows needs him, too.

Ren shoves himself to his feet and runs back inside. There’s got to be something he can wear in one of these rooms. He can’t be too picky, though—he has somewhere to be, and he’s already late.

#lew writes #lew library #big dog au #top hits

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theimaginatrix27 · 5 months

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Roddacember Day 1: Favourite Character

I don't post about Deltora Quest enough, but something you need to know from the outset is that the first DQ book I read was Isle of Illusion because Vision Australia's library was like that. I got all the rest more or less in order (Shadowgate and Dread Mountain were out of sequence but hey, can't win 'em all), but this is important for what I'm about to say.

Because Jasmine in Isle of Illusion was keeping a secret from Lief, thinking he had been hiding her sister from her, and also demonstrated her absolute coolness in this book in several ways that made me instantly fall in love:

Had animal companions she could talk to, which I loved.

Proceeded to escape from the mud grubs offscreen thanks to animal companions and then bust Lief out immediately despite above beliefs about his lying to her.

Made it clear during her interactions with Penn and the Piper that she did not give a shit about stupid bullshit rules or others' expectations of her.

Fuckin swinging on a rope to get to the dome and the others joining her, because I do not like heights but I can acknowledge she was fuckin badass for doing that without fear and I didn't know anything about her that wasn't mentioned in this book.

Proceeded to destroy Auris's entire life by vocally shattering his illusions, figurative and literal.

In short, I was in love by the time I was halfway through the book.

And then I started reading the rest of the series and found I was right to do so.

Jasmine is impulsive, has a very short temper, can and often does break unwritten social rules, struggles with reading and can't swim. Jasmine is also whipcrack smart, observant, can talk to animals and trees, takes literally nobody's shit even if they're scary, is breathtakingly selfless, and as Glock said with his last breath, has the heart of a fuckin Jalis.

Jasmine is amazing and I love her, even when she gets herself or friends into trouble, and Lief made the absolute right choice, and that romance does not feel forced at all, because when a girl saves your life twice in the span of a day, when you've only just met, and then continues to save your fucken life over and over in the course of the next three years, what are you gonna do, not propose as soon as she'll let you?

Also that proposal, AKA "When the time comes, I will follow Adin's example and marry for love. If the woman I love will have me, of course," and her response, as lovely and forthright as Jasmine always is: "She probably will, when the time comes."

I love her.

Also she slayed in that outfit Steven gave her in Maze of the Beast and I love that for her as well. :D

#Deltora Quest #Jasmine #Roddacember 2023

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amphiptere-art · 4 months

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Lore Origin post for the Locked Door.

There's a lot in the locked door. Many gods, magic, cultures, species, and much more exist within the locked door. So this is actually going to be a origin post, More than an overall lore post. Because there's just too much.

Now there has to be some lore about the gods. Since they do play an integral part, but it is only going to be the higher ones. Any lesser gods, or representative gods I will only speak of in passing.

Now let's start with a basic description of what the locked door is and why it exists.

The locked door is every story I have ever created with a fantasy world in a single place. Basically it was a collection of reoccurring headcanon that I decided to scoop up, and place into a specific world and setting. There are of course universes that exist outside of the locked door, but many of them do exist inside of it.

The creation of the locked door is also old. Very, very, very old. The first time the locked door got a physical identity, was way back in kindergarten. Where I had to make a balloon planet for class. And while there have been many alterations to this first version of the world and everything in it. It has stayed mostly the same.

It is during this balloon planet classroom task. That the locked door gained many of its continents. Now these continents were made when I was a child. So they were very bare bones and copied. In short, you had two pole continents, one for shadow and one for light. You had a continent which was basically pangea, which has now been changed to a sort of beast land. You have a continent that was literally copy and paste of the Middle Earth from Lord of the rings. Which has now been changed to a more generic shape, and is known as the encompassing lands. You had a continent shaped like a dragon. Called dragea. I believe there was a continent for something else, but memory has escaped me. And then there was a small Australian size Island. That later would represent the gateway to the locked door.

Namesake and first stories.

The locked door got its first name sake from a dream that I illustrated into a comic. Now I was a kid. So the dream had many of my toys in it. But to try and describe the dream. I basically got carted away by dragons to go into my fantasy world and fix an issue. Now, there was a very high chance I had already been creating the locked door world. But I unfortunately do not remember anything about its creation until this point.

This dream. Which technically, only the beginning was a dream. Also connects into the Shadow wars. This is technically where the story of Shadow wars 1 comes from. The only difference is that it was from my perspective. From the other dragons perspective. From the world's perspective. Unfortunately I did not smoothen out this storyline for a while. Not until I was getting to the end of junior high and into high school. And this is an origin about the locked door, not the Shadow wars.

The Writer/Dreamer.

But the story also codifies the first God. Which is me. The literal embodiment of the person that was creating the fantasy world of the Locked door. Back then I called it the dreamer. As the whole world's creation revolved around a dream I had. Later on this would be simplified to the writer, the creator, imagination, etc, etc. point is, It's just me as a character inside of my own world.

Unfortunately, me as a god does not appear in any stories after this. And I have thought of rewriting it so I would not be physically there. As a reflection of myself only becomes a new character. An avatar as I would later call them. Avatars soon became the new gods. But in short, I am so omnipotent that the gods themselves know of me but not see me. I am the one that utilizes the gods to make my stories. I am the one that utilizes the people of the locked door to make my stories. Choice is an illusion, that I allow to be.

Tick tock/Clockwork.

But on to the second God that was created. Reminder again. The locked door is just a bunch of headcanons and fantasy worlds boiled down into one. Tick tock as he was once called. Was one of these separate fantasy world's. It was a generic, hero saves the world or area story. I honestly do not remember the details, but I do remember Tick tock's role in it. He was their weapon. A shape shifter into different objects. This power still stays with him today.

Now why did he become a god? It seems like a roundabout story that did wrap itself up eventually. Well, clockwork as I started calling him later on. (Due to a specific platform called TikTok) Is technically the god to all dragons. Now a lot of the gods are dragons. What makes him so special?

Well he was the first dragon that made it impact on me. I drew him over and over and over again. Why? Because in my little brain, The size I could draw him on paper, was his real size. He felt physical in a sense. Something that I could touch, Even if he was still an illustration on paper. He grew to be a size reference. Something I could place next to a character to understand how big they would be in real life.

Soon, clockwork wasn't attached to his story anymore. He was an entity within all of them. Plus with his shape shifting abilities. He soon became a god that could become any shape. A pendant, a sword, a pencil. And well, as you can tell with his name. He also became a keeper of time. Within time, He eventually became the god of time and space. Which was refined as being the embodiment of the characters being placed into the world. He became The pencil. The instrument of creation that could take it away and put it down all the same. He soon became a major creation God for the entirety of the locked door. Becoming my first official avatar.

I will go into the specifics as to why clockwork is the god of dragons in an actual dragon related post. But in short terms here. He was the first classified dragon. He was the first one that was given a classification, and a specific magic. He was the first real dragon that was given purpose outside of just being a dragon.

Alvis the archivist.

Now we get onto another figure. You will soon start to notice that most of these higher gods. Were characters that I illustrated over and over again, that became detached from their main story. Alvis is another one of these. (Do note. It is pronounced AL-vis. Do not say Elvis. I swear to God.)

Alvis was a undead dragon character. This is also when my dragon started to get put into different classes in my head cannon was slowly growing. His first story was something about him teaching a kid. I am honestly unsure though if this is the first story he was in. He truly got detached from his own story. Is I am not sure if this is the first one. But the student character that was in this story, soon became universally known as Red. The student that would learn from the teacher, and pass on his teachings until Alvis came again.

Alvis also became a character that I illustrated over and over again. I enjoyed his undead design, and the mask that he wore. He wasn't as influential as a clockwork. But he was a character I never wanted to forget. I didn't want to forget Alvis's design. Because of this, He became the archivist. Something that would keep track of what was once there. Much like I kept track of his own design. He sits in his infinite library, codifying everything that I've ever made. Every once in awhile coming down to the world of the locked door. And finding his Red. Someone that could pass on the history until that too once faded. He is these Tumblr posts. He is my art books as the paper. He is the written words saved on Google docs.

Eternita. The world.

Now this character, is not connected to the past. Not in the same way as the others. Cosmic Dragons have always been something I wanted to illustrate, but I was never quite happy with. She doesn't have a design I follow. She doesn't have a story she was attached to. But a niche needed to be filled. And what else could I fill it with, but a character that never was.

Eternita is the world we do not see. The ambience in the background, The people's stories we never know, everything that happens outside of the protagonist's eyes.

She was incomplete. Her design was never really made. But her presence was always there. A cosmic dragon that kept the realm of space together, soon became a cosmic dragon that kept the reality of the locked door present. The world vanishes outside of the protagonist's eyes. If there was not somebody that controlled what the world does outside of it. There would be no world. There would be simply the story. Eternita stops that.

She does not have as much history, but she plays an important part as keeping the locked door world alive. I have not made a story within the locked door for a long time. But I know it will always be there, because eternita is keeping it there.

In short.

Clockwork is the pencil that creates the world.

Alvis is the paper/text that those creations exist within.

Eternata is the ambient world that follows after these two.

Now this is a generics of why the locked door exists. And the gods that were made to keep it together.

The locked door is an ancient world that has been going on for a while. All these characters have had enough time, that they became gods for being something memorable. Not all things exist within the locked door. But almost all of existence of my stories, are ruled by these gods. The gods of the locked door.

The locked door is basically a home base. The origin point, The place where all the headcannons come from, a place where every fantasy setting that combines all those headcanons exist.

There are so many continents, and so many different points of time. That everything has almost happened on the locked door. No matter how wild or unfantasy like it is. Is most of the stories that exist on the physical world of the locked door fantasy worlds. Yes. But there are plenty of others that do not follow that rule. Technically the neutral continent can't hold any human like interaction. Plus that secret extra continent that I forget what it was for. I have been thinking of using it as a non-fantasy area of the locked door. Somewhere more easily that those non-fantasy stories can take place.

Now the big question.

Why is it called the locked door?

In the simplest terms. It is a world I can never enter. It is a locked door into an infinite imagination. That dream that I had. The one where I got carted away by dragons to fix a problem within my own world. Well, It ended with me locking the door.

This giant stone with a giant key symbol on it was permanently locked. Because in my opinion, The fantasy world should not be reliant on its creator. It is an infinite abyss of creativity that should not be restrained. I have a life, I have a home. I simply cannot be there when the creations of the locked door wish for help. So in Cannon, I made it so I can never come back.

I can exist as avatars. I have these gods I have put in place after their stories are long forgotten, just so it can run smoothly. Were half of these names made by a child? Yah. I was a child. I was like six. I was just coming out of kindergarten and into junior high. Creating fantastical worlds that soon merged into one. I have added, and added, an added onto this world. I have refined the magic, The creatures, the history into something I will forever remember.

It may be a door I can never walk through. Forever locked. But it will always be there.

It will always be a Locked Door, that I will forever cherish.

#The locked door #clockwork #Alvis #eternita #lore

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kmenkea · 4 months

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Bloodlust - Part 8

Summary: "That drow. That damned drow. She was surely plotting something, trying to ruin him in some way, through her pleasantries. It was just in her nature." Doubt creeps in Astarion's mind about his travelling companion. And yet he cannot stop caring. Why does it hurt so much to be betrayed from her? And what if, maybe, he should trust her after all? Why else would she defend him when so close to victory?

A/N: This chapter and the next (probably next 2) are going to be from Astarion's POV. I wanted to experiment with his side of the story and show what he might be feeling (or at least how I HC what he feels)

But, I want to say that I will take a longer break from publishing this fanfic. I want to highlight that it is not over and will keep posting, but I just need a bit of time. I broke up with my long time partner and the thought of romance just makes me feel bad. He was also my beta reader, so that's a problem I'll have to sort somehow lol. anyway, hope you're liking it so far. Let me know what you think.

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(I like the idea of him having golden eyes when alive)

Astarion’s eyes darted through the bushes, following the patch of brown fur hiding among the foliage. His steps were light on the soft ground, so that he was able to get close to the animal. It raised its nose, smelling his presence in the wind, but it was already too late. With a jump, the vampire grabbed both ears of the rabbit. The little beast screeched and kicked upwards to escape, flailing until… a twist. Its body limp and the neck dislocated. Without wasting a second, the vampire bit the rabbit; its little heart pumped its precious blood into his mouth.

The taste was horrible, wild and muddy, like stale bread. His heart and gut were ignited by agony. The red liquid poured into his mouth and down his throat and he waited for the fire to subsize, for each laceration of his viscera to close, but the respite that came was so miniscule, a balm that only slowed, not stopped the erosion of his insides.

The elf threw the carcass to the ground, swiping his chin with the back of his hand. This was the third animal he ate that evening. By all accounts he should have been full. Gods, he used to drink dead rats and insects, these rabbits would have been a glorious feast just a few weeks ago. But now he wanted more. He was eager for sweetness, to share a soul and feel it slip under his fangs, not to pluck fur from in between his teeth while walking back to camp.

That drow had absolutely ruined him.

Everytime a drop of her blood was spilled, his senses couldn’t help but flare up, his stomach churn and growl and his fingers twitch in anticipation. He wanted her neck so badly, to bite into that soft warm flesh and take all for himself, everything he had missed in two hundred years of undeath. It smelled of gracious elven blood, but with deep, dark notes of moss. Cool like an underground lake, yet fiery and violent like lava. Abyssal and chaotic, losing his mind in a spiral that forced him down towards her.

He let out a sigh as his knees almost went limp, reminiscing of that glorious taste.

He reached the safety of their camp, back in the wilderness and his eyes couldn’t help but fall on Leeith: she was laying down near the fire with Karlach, Shadowheart hovering over them: both of their feet had been badly mangled by traps hidden below the mud of the swamp. It looked like such a peaceful lakeside forest, until the illusion vanished and all that was left was rotting wood and, well, traps that neither of them noticed. They were forced to cut the day short and return to camp. Lae’zel and Wyll were in charge of finding food and preparing their camp.

He caught a whiff of that delicious honey, and the flame in his heart rose again, opening his wounds. He was hungry again.

But everything was lost.

It took all his might to ignore them and hide in the safety of his little tent.

All and all, it was a cosy little space: it was cramped and dark, littered with old dirty jars. The smell of old blood filled his nostrils and, even if it was almost putrid, it was welcome: at least the disgust pushed away the longing for better food. What a beautiful ambience!

In the dark, he took off his cumbersome gambeson and heavy boots, changing them for soft leather shoes and his clean shirt. Astarion's hands smoothed out the fabric over his chest, picking a leaf or two out of the threads and checking his trousers for any stain. Surely he looked perfect as always, didn't even need a mirror to know he was astonishingly handsome and his hair was set up perfectly. His face with his… lips? What shape were they again? He traced a finger over them, feeling the little incave in the middle and how strong the curvature was. He imprinted it into his mind, or at least tried to see it. It didn't matter, he knew his lips were hardly his best feature, surely his eyes were much more important, with perfect eyebrows and long eyelashes, surely. He passed a finger over them, but it was no use.

He couldn't see it. He couldn't remember his face at all. He reached for a little mirror, thrown carelessly under his bedroll: there he was. Or should have been. Understandable, his tent was extremely dark, he just needed to step foot outside, feel the torchlight shine in his eyes, raise the mirror again and… still nothing. He stared into the mirror more, to catch even a glimpse of his forsaken and forgotten eyes. All was truly lost. Even the tadpole couldn't give back himself.

Like clockwork, there she was, walking towards him, less spring in her step, but still gracious and inviting. It was time for their evening conversation, apparently; everyday, a little bit of time they would carve for one another. It was almost pleasurable.

The vampire's heart twisted and burnt again, his hunger yet again demanded to be satisfied. It could have been so easy to ask for blood from the drow, but could he pay the price? If one single thing was true about her, is that nothing of hers was free. Surely he could have asked for blood or help with the necromancer's tome or a number of other things, but what was the cost going to be? Sex he could give, but to be bound to her forever, like she asked the night prior? Switch a master for another? Unthinkable.

She stopped dead in her tracks, staring at him with those deep red eyes. They probably were the same colour as his, if he had to guess.

“Looking at something?” He met her gaze in the reflection of the mirror. The drow's expression was just plain.

“Just looking. What are you doing?” She raised an eyebrow, motioning at the empty mirror.

“I'm looking too, but not seeing very much. Another quirk of my… affliction.” Leeith gave an understanding nod, still standing behind him. She knew of his little reflection problem already, so his answer wasn't surprising.

“Do you miss it? Looking at your face” Such a sweet and understanding voice, it almost made him believe she did care about his sorry carcass. Astarion turned around to face her, wearing a little snobbish grin.

“Preening in the looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I've never even seen this face, not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.” The drow nodded, mentioning something about how right he was. The vampire had a quip ready, but…

“What colour were they before?” The question surprised him. He stopped, focusing on his own image as the smile died from his lips. How could this stupid dark elf always make him drop his act and reach under his skin.

“I- I don't know. I can't remember. My face is just some dark shape in the past.” Bile and anger rose in him. How could he forget his own appearance? What use was freedom, when he still couldn't have back the most basic part of himself. “Another thing I've lost.” He smashed the hand mirror on the ground: useless trinket.

Leeith jolted back a bit, out of the way of the sharp shards. Her hand twitched upwards, maybe wanting to reassure him, while the vampire just stared at her. She stopped, running her eyes all around his face and body.

“What?” Said Astarion, confused by her sudden inquisitiveness.

“I'll be your mirror. What do you want to know?” She was warm, so unbecoming of a creature of the underdark.

“And what do you see exactly?” His lips said against his will. How could this stupid dark elf always make him feel welcome and worthy of companionship.

She squinted. “Strong piercing eyes.” Mh, yes, of course: his eyes were always quite spectacular.

“Oh, go on” The vampire smiled, basking in compliments.

“That dangerous smile.” Apparently Leeith was a connoisseur of quality. His heart swelled with pride.

“Very good. Now tell me I'm beautiful and we can call it a day.” The vampire raised his chin and closed his eyes, posing like a great statue.

“Is that all you want? Shallow praise?” She mocked whilst chuckling, making Astarion raise an eyebrow.

“Hardly. There's also gold, sex, revenge. Quite the list, really. But failing any of those, I'll always settle for shallow praise.” She smiled and took a deep breath.

“You are beautiful, Astarion. The Deva of the higher planes and the Incubi of the hells, may only dream of achieving your perfection. The dawn shining on morningdew cannot compare to your radiant self. My heart can only ache when blessed to witness your glorious figure.” She had her hands on her heart, reciting the verses. There it was, her allure shining through her words, the force of personality to bend people's will to her own whims with a glare and a few honeyed words. Astarion felt… weirdly comforted. Even if she jested, maybe there was truth to it. He hoped.

“Mirror's aren't much use. But being reflected in someone else's eyes? Well, I could do worse.”

“If you need more reassurance of your beauty, just ask away. I might have Wyll teach me a few sonnets if that will be of help.”

He laughed it off and they parted ways soon after. The drow needed to recover and Astarion too would have an early trance, to wake up and admire the dawn on the morrow.

A certain amount of peace was comfortably sitting in his chest that morning: the day was so bright and warm it almost felt like summer and the forest air was rejuvenating on his naked skin. The grass below his back was soft and still wet with dew, smelling musty and herbal. What he was mostly happy for was the sun shining brightly upon him.

He still didn't know what he looked like, but it was reassuring that whatever he was, he could count on the beauty of his appearance still. At least, according to what Leeith said the night before. Many in his life had complimented it, but it was most often drunkards who unlucky wanted to bed him. None of their words were true.

And for as much as he wished otherwise, the drow was one of them. She had to be plotting something. It was just in her nature. Why else would she be so friendly with him specifically? He had been such a fool to think that she maybe saw him as a true friend, that saw his interior world.

He remembered that day in the blighted village, after killing the ogres, when she showed off her golden tongue. And later, after the wizard left: that morning she talked so much about being a just leader and only trying to protect the grove from the threat of an explosion. Lies, all of them probably. She held everyone - the tieflings and the druids alike - in contempt. She didn't care about their lives, so something else must have been the cause. It was no secret that the drow despised Gale because of an old insult. Could she have killed him? Was that the end of everyone who displeased her? If she was lying about everything that morning, he would have, should have, picked up on something: a word out of a place, a tinge of anxiety in her eyes or an intimidating remark. Instead she laid herself almost bare, relaxed, sorry even.

Threats and deceit were the only thing she knew and she was a master at both. In two hundred years he had done nothing but lie. But Leeith's charisma was a talent that surpassed his own.

Doubt of her had settled and with every passing day, it grew. When was the drow going to show the cards up her sleeve? What was going to happen to him? Was she just Cazador’s mole? Why did the thought of these days all being a lie hurt him so much? She was just like anyone else, a helpful tool towards his freedom, no matter how much he enjoyed the time spent together. No matter how different it felt to lay with her under the trees.

He had thought much about that night; it kept coming back to him, both when awake and in his dreams. As time buried the disgust he felt, something more came to light: more than the realisation of his freedom, of the warmth they shared, of her blood spilling in his mouth. Nothing so platonic.

He had just enjoyed the night. Carnally. Past the act he put up, he just couldn’t resist reliving her moans, his pleasure, her pleasure, the tightness of her body around his member. The feeling of his fingers running across that pale grey skin and the moment she pushed him to the ground, grinning, wanting him. And the end, when he couldn’t help but fall down on her, feeling like he had died for just a little bit of time. He wanted it again. Astarion was almost compelled to ask to share his bed a second time.

But he couldn't with a backstabbing drow such as her. No matter how sweet and genuine Leeith’s smile was for him - and him alone.

Gods! Whatever! He was going to keep his friendly act up until it was useful and, if need be, he knew he could always count on his dagger and the shroud of darkness. A golden tongue wouldn't save her from his golden, bloody hands.

“Astarion!” And there she was, screaming his name from somewhere in the forest. He didn’t respond, annoyed by the fact his sunbathing time was disturbed. His name was called a few more times, along with angry words in Undercommon.

“Over here, dear.” He sighed at last, without moving an inch. The sound of steps got closer until finally the drow was squatting by his side.

“Good morning, handsome.” She said in a lusty, deep tone. “Sorry for interrupting your ‘Lizard time’.”

“Ugh, why would you compare me to such a foul critter?” He winced, still with his eyes closed.

“Because I don’t know other overworld creatures that sunbathe - and the animals in the underdark don’t know what the sun is.” She was so good at faking joy in her voice, it almost sounded like she was genuinely happy to see him. Disgusting.

“If you’ve come here just to insult me, please, spare your words. I’ve had enough of this.” His tone came out a bit more rude than he had anticipated. Astarion finally sat up. Leeith seemed a bit taken aback by the sudden outburst. Surprise quickly turned into resentment and he could see her eyes narrow.

“I just came here to tell you we’re leaving and if you want to come or not.” She got up. “If you don’t, it’s fine, I’ll just have Wyll along.” The vampire weighed his options for a second.

“For as much as I would love to do nothing but lounge while you risk your life for me and the thought of spending my entire day being glared at by Lae’zel delights me, I think I’ll come along, darling.” He picked up his shirt and shoes from the ground, quickly putting them back on.

“Are you sure? You seem a bit off. I’d rather not have you freak out at the worst of times.” The drow crossed her arms, clearly studying him. She was still irritated, but also maybe… concerned? Was she scared that her little act had been discovered?

“Oh, don’t you worry. I'm still as sharp as ever. I just don't like to be disturbed while I work on my tan.” She raised an eyebrow right before shrugging.

“Maybe looking tanned like a common farm hand will bring your ego down to mortal levels.” They both began walking to camp. The vampire noticed how she avoided direct sunlight and winced when a ray hit her eyes.

“That's quite impossible. I would still be a world-endingly beautiful elf. A hidden diamond.”

“Under the mud and cow dung, sure, you would be a very splendid gem.”

“Of course I would. You demonstrate that beauty can be born even from the worst of people, dark elf.” Astarion leaned down a bit, placing a hand over her shoulder. He hadn't met many drows in his life, but she did look beautiful. Even her red tinted hair had a certain wild charm.

“Drow. Not “dark elf”. Don't put me together with you Darthiir.” Fortunately her drow supremacist rant came to rescue him from thinking more about her positive traits. She was the enemy. Astarion had to categorically stop thinking good things about her.

How unfortunate, then, that on that very day, they would meet an old face.

As they explored deeper into the swamp, baaing at redcaps who still thought they were polymorphed into sheep - which annoyingly got a chuckle out of the vampire no matter how hard he told himself to stop finding the drow interesting - the party ran into a man. The smell around him was so rancid, leagues above the putrid waters that surrounded them. Astarion recognised his old acquaintance in a heartbeat: a Gur. Of course, no other people could smell so foul but his kind. They infested the city with their presence, and, after what they did to him, his hate was more than justified. The vampire was ready to bar his fangs, but as always, Leeith spoke up first.

“Oh stranger, forgive the aroma. Powdered iron-wine. An old hunter’s trick: most monsters will think twice before making a meal out of me.” The Gur glossed over everyone. He didn’t pay any mind to Astarion, acting friendly. This gave him enough confidence to walk up to him. Rage was bubbling up his chest and it took all of his effort not to point a dagger at the fool's throat already.

“You’re a monster hunter? I’m surprised: I thought all Gur were vagrant cut-throats.” The man shook his head, sighing at him, but still at ease.

“What's a Gur? He looks plain like any other surface dweller.” The drow gestured at him. Was she… feigning ignorance now? How could Gurs not fester in the Underdark too?

The hunter responded, diverging Leeith's attention from the elf.

“We’re a mystical and dangerous people; we travel the land, never settling in one place. We steal your chickens, curse your crops, seduce your daughters. Your friend here has heard it all, I'm sure. I wish we had half the powers settled folks think we possess. Alas I'm a simple wanderer - a simple wanderer and monster hunter. But I'm no witchdoctor or cut-throat.” Monster hunters. Tks, more like thugs and barbarians who shouldn't be allowed to be near civilised societies.

“If I were a cut-throat I wouldn't admit it either.” Said Leeith. Of course the traitorous bastard wouldn’t admit to it. How many more things was she still hiding? Why were they still talking to the Gur in front of them, he was just a nuisance. Even his voice was enough to make the hair on his nape stand up in disgust.

“True. And I have no proof to offer but my word. If you wish, our path need not cross again. I'm haunting a vampire spawn and it is a little too bright for you to be my prey. His name's Aatarion and I'm afraid he's gone to ground-” The world fell into silence. If his heart still beat, it would have given up just now.

Gods of course: there was no other reason for her to still be talking to this Gur. How could he be so blind. So blinded by… what? Companionship? For two hundred years he had uses Cazador’s teachings to make people fall for him. How could he not recognise the same tactics, the flirtiness and fake concern that the drow sported in every word, just enough to make him trust her, the same routine he was forced to learn.

Were the devil and the half-blood in on it? They probably wouldn’t have turned their backs on the drow for a useless spawn such as himself. He couldn’t win against four people, he would run away at the first opportunity. He wasn’t going to let a fucking drow sell him off.

He lowered his eyes at her and the insufferable smirk that was surely painting her lips. She was already signing her victory no doubt about it.

They glanced at each other: what was up with her face? Her lips were thin and a brow raised, while her eyelids shot open with surprise. That wasn’t the expression of a winner.

“And when you'll find this ‘Astarion’ you'll kill him?” She returned nonchalant in a split second, hand carefully slipping by the handle of her rapier.

“Not this time. My orders are to capture him” Her stance changed, one foot stepping behind the other, the rest of her body facing the hunter: it was very subtle, merely shifting her weight around, but enough to let the vampire know that she was ready to attack a common enemy.

“Oh, and bring him where exactly?” Said Astarion, testing the waters. He was still ready to jump backwards and run, maybe throw a vial of acid behind him to slow down his captors.

“Baldur's gate. My people wait for me there.” Leeith glanced back at the vampire with a tense gaze: they both knew who was waiting in the city. She still hadn’t made a move against him either. Maybe he had been too quick to judge. Surely if she had to apprehend him, she would have attacked already, not keep drawing information from the Gur. And he looked more and more confused, but also still relaxed, unaware of the elf’s identity.

“Only a spawn? Pity, it's not like he is a real vampire.” Said Leeith, with a mocking tone. Astarion glared at her: how could she joke at a moment like this. Frankly, he should have cut her just for the insult.

“I don't know. I'm sure a vampire spawn could still rip out your throat if he felt like it.” He limited himself to words, but he was going to complain about it later. Maybe sink his fangs a little deeper next time he fed.

“He is right, unfortunately. They are only weak when compared to their masters. During the day we have the advantage. But at night, when they hunt? You will not find a more deadly quarry.” Gods, this “monster hunter” was still so clueless. He felt insulted that Cazador would choose someone as dense as him.

The drow and the elf eyed each other: they didn't need words nor the connection of the tadpoles to understand what the other thought.

“Interesting. So, Astarion what do you think?” She smirked, leaving the stage open for him.

“That's Astarion? No, impossible!” The look on the Gur’s face was priceless.

“These days I'm making the impossible look easy.” Then the vampire turned to his faithful friend. “May I?”

The Gur scrambled back, unprepared to deal with him just now.

“After you.” She bowed theatrically, her arm lighting up with magic.

“Thank you dear.” With an elegant nod, Astarion loaded a bolt in his crossbow.

The hunter had stepped backwards in the meantime, taking aim right for the vampire. He felt vines grow right from below his feet which snatched him on the spot, making him unable to dodge the subsequent crossbow shot. He hissed in pain, but still raised his arm and shot back. Maybe spending that much time joking with Leeith wasn't the best of choices, but no matter: he had her backing him and even Karlach and Shadowheart were joining in the fight, running at their assailant.

Leeith remained close to him, summoning eldritch blasts from her fingertips, recoiling back everytime they burst. Her eyebrows were furrowed and focused, noticed the vampire even in the midst of battle.

The hunter shot again, hell bent on at least killing him even if it cost his life. A mistake, because his aim was pathetic now that the two massive women were in front of him, swinging at him with sword and spells. He was able to dodge a few, but, at every opportunity, a blast or a crossbow bolt would come right at him from far away. Rancid blood and sweat poured out of him and his breathing got heavier.

Astarion was being defended by everyone. He was not alone. This newfound confidence improved his skills and none of his shots missed their targets.

And it was him who dealt the final blow, right at the man's knee, shattering it no doubt. The hunter fell down, still conscious, whimpering in pain from all the cuts and burns on his body.

Leeith helped the elf out of the grappling vines, checking if he was ok with a glance. He waved her away and reached in his pocket for one of her exquisitely brewed potions.

The drow walked in front of the Gur and knelt by his side, grabbing a fistful of his long hair to stare in his terrorised eyes. He begged between short breaths.

“What is your name?” Her tone was stern.

“Gan-Gandrel. Please. Please- I- mercy. Please please.” His voice got weaker with every word.

“Now, Grandrel, I would love nothing more than to let you live. My old friends used to say I am the most merciful drow of the underdark.” The vampire looked at her with an inquisitive gaze. Was she not going to kill him? Was she stupid? Death was too good for that man. He thought of sprinting into action, but Leeith pointed a dagger at the Gur's throat not an instant later.

“I would love nothing more than to let you go back to Cazador and make you tell him that a Lolth’s servant is coming after him, ready to fuck his uptight ass with sand and broken glass. Maybe get a gnoll to do it.” A shiver ran down Astarion's spine. Fear yes, but also the pleasure of vengeance. Leeith's words were enticing and full of desire, making love to his vampiric ears. He had no doubt that she was being truthful, too.

“But unfortunately, you're a liability for us. What if you told the bastard of our position, uh?” The Gur tried to plead more, but she stopped him by placing the dagger on his lips. “Let me finish, Gandrel. Not only you're a liability to us, but also to yourself. Cazador - the guy who employed you - is a true vampire. If the stories a true, he is quite apt at torture and suffering. What do you think would happen to you if you came back without Astarion, uh? As I said, I am the most merciful drow.” She turned around to stare at Astarion, extending her dagger by the handle. “Care to finish him off, darling?”

Astarion smiled, kneeling in front of her. Their red eyes met, becoming one. How could he have ever doubted her? There was no one in the world more alike to him than that drow. No one who better understood him nor was ever as willing to murder for him. She was above and beyond his rosiest expectations.

Crimson sprayed over both their faces and they smiled at each other.

Maybe praying even to Lolth all those many years ago had not been a mistake, if this was the custodian angel she sent.

“You really are a sick fuck for slitting a man's throat like that.” Said Karlach, interrupting their moment.

“You had as strong a hand in killing him than any of us did. You just didn’t land the killing blow.” Leeith was patting his corpse, pocketing anything she found useful. Not that there was much except for a heavy crossbow he couldn’t use.

“But he was pleading for his life. We could have spared him or just- not tell him that he was Astarion. We could have turned back and forgotten about this.” The tiefling was trying to be reasonable, but the drow shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“The man wanted to kidnap our friend. I value Astarion’s life much higher than that of a cut-throat. What would have happened once he was healed back? Or what if a much worse monster came to us? This guy was ready to sign a deal with a hag to find him, that would have fared badly for all of us. I look after my people. I almost risked my life to get rid of your own kidnappers, remember?” She stood up, and the two argued for a little more, until the cleric stopped them, fed up with both. They both stood on their convictions, so it was better to cut it here before spirits turned sour.

They still had parts of the swamp to explore. Karlach went in front to avoid Leeith and was followed by Shadowheart. The vampire and the drow remained a few metres back, gossiping.

“So, there’s a monster hunter after you?” Said Leeith. He knew the conversation was coming.

“Not anymore, which is all that matters really.” He tried deflecting, but she wasn’t having it.

“What if there are others? He might not have been alone.”

“We'll deal with them, like we did with this one.” A certain worry was weighing down his heart, ripping the smile off of his lips.

“Are you sure Cazador is behind this?” A useless question and she knew it, judging by how heavy her voice was, so that no one could hear them.

“It was him. I'm sure. Only he would know to send a Gur after me.” He struggled to contain the volume down. “It was a group of Gur that attacked me that night in Baldur's Gate. I would have died had Cazador not appeared and saved me.”

“What a good heart he had: saved you by making you a slave.” She scoffed

“Well, he didn't mention the slave clause at the time. And now he sends a Gur monster hunter to look for me. It's a message.” He slowed his pace down to a halt, absorbing in the view. “He's reminding me of his power. Even in the middle of nowhere he can reach me and he wants me back.”

“But why would he? Why not just kill you?” She stopped beside him, signalling to Karlach and Shadowheart to push farther on their own. Astarion appreciated it, not having his secrets made public domain. This still couldn't hide the sadness in his voice.

“Maybe he wants to make an example out of me. To show what happens to runaways. Or maybe he thinks death would have been too good for me.”

“I would love to say you're safe here, but… He won't let go easy, will he? How concerned should I be?” She held her chin with one hand, in thought. Was she dumb enough to think she could pick a fight with a vampire now? Or did she not know anything about them.

“Concerned? Do you know the powers a vampire lord possesses?” His temper rose up, remembering all the terrible things he had witnessed his master do. “He can change shape, turn into mist, call wolves to do his bidding, shrug off blows like they're nothing. He could walk into our camp tonight and kill you with his bare hands. And you'll be lucky if death is the worst thing that happens to you.” He pointed a finger in her face, which she stared at and moved away gently.

“All right. You know him best. What do you suggest?”

“First we have to… uh.” Started the vampire, trying to come up with something. The more plans he had, the more he had to turn down in his head. Most of those plans didn't go further than storm the palace in the morning and kill him. ”I don't know! If we keep killing his lackeys he'll just send more. We just have to be vigilant; keep our wits about us. And kill any monster hunter on sight.” The drow raised her brow and couldn't hide a smirk.

Astarion felt insulted. Who did she believe herself to be? He was the one that had to suffer. He had made a grave mistake forgiving her. And why were her hands reaching for his throat now? She couldn't strangle him since he didn't breath- she put her hands on his shoulders at the base of the neck. He tried to pull away from the unwanted touch, but she squeezed him lightly, reassuringly. A bit of her body heat spread down even with the thick gambeson he was wearing. It took all of his composure and will power not to lean in her gentle touch.

“Hey.” She looked serious, but calming. “I know it seems hard right now, ok? And I know vampires are strong. I probably couldn't kill one right now. But don't let your fear make you wander far. There's miles between here and the city and he can't travel easily overground. He won't come. And by the time we reach Baldur's Gate, we will have grown stronger. And I promise you, he will suffer. You can carve a poem into his back too, do even more revisions, uh? Besides, he can't control you with the tadpole still inside your mind and you are a proficient rogue, you'll escape again.” He shook his head and straightened his back.

“Oh you are a sweetheart, but I'm not going to delude myself.” He wriggled free of her hold, not without a part of him suddenly missing the comforting warmth. She lowered her arms and shrugged, then turned to walk away.

“I know fear. I have dealt with mine and freed myself of it. You will too, I'm sure of that Astarion. Until then, follow your advice, keep your wits and a clear head.”

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Hi, I found out that you take requests about Legend. So my request is this: Darkness x reader NSFW.

The reader (neutral gender or female, you can decide) finds out that its brother was capture by the goblins. So the reader dicides to save its brother but after it enters in the Great Tree and reaches inside, it meets Darkness. Darkness seduces the reader and... Sex time ahahah

For the time of this events... I don't know. I hope this is sufficient and sorry for my English 🙈

Summary: The reader seeks to save her brother from Darkness's clutches, but taken by her beauty, Darkness has other plans for her.

A/N: Bruh, this took me over a year to write and I haven't written porn in a looooong time. Hopefully this isn't to underwhelming.

Word Count: 6.4K

Parings: Darkness X Fem!Reader

Characters: Darkness, Reader

Link: Legend Masterlist

Citrus Scale: 🍋

RATING: R 18+

⚠️This is an 18+ post because of the NSFW!!! That means I DON’T encourage anyone who interacts with NSFW content who is underage. I’ve talked to other people who’ve been long time content creators and users of this website and I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not your parent and can’t control what content you consume.

Detailed warnings under the cut

⚠️Warnings!: fingering, rough sex, table sex, overstimulation, a little bit of cockwarming at the start, some orgasm denial, creampie? (bro I can't think of another term it's 3am), biting, scratching

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Columns towered over you, casting huge patches of shadow which made you feel small and insignificant their wake. The ceiling was so tall that you felt that perhaps there was no end to it, as it melted in to a black abyss the further you looked up. It felt like walking among the world of giants, or a world that used to be inhabited by them, as everything was covered by a couple layers of dust and cobwebs.

You couldn’t help but be slightly afraid as you made your way further in, having to remind yourself why you were here under your breath. That somewhere in this maze of darkness and cruel magic, your brother was waiting for you, or at least you hoped he was.

He was so young, kind, and innocent. Not a little boy who should be trapped in a place like this, taken hostage by a beast that you’d only heard of from the village storyteller who’d tell the tale to all the locals who would gather around the his campfire at night.

As a young children you’d all huddle together as close as humanly possible to the fire, letting the heat slightly burn your skin, the orange glow shadowing the old man's face. The hard lines and liver spots becoming even more prominent in the light. He looked menacing, and you supposed for a story like that, it was just how he wanted to look.

In a low haunting voice he would tell the tale of how Princess Lili and the Unicorn. How she had wanted to touch this sacred animal, and in the process set herself up to plunge into the darkness. To be seduced by it. The story took many turns, and you had found yourself in rapt awe, fear and something strangely more illusive. Something you dare not name aloud, for you found it shameful. Pleasure.

However, the fear was what was most prominent in your mind as you finally made your way up to the gigantic double doors that you hoped lead to a clue to where your brother might be. The stone of it looked cold and heavy, almost like it was made for a giant with strength greatly out-matching yours. However, when you laid your hand against the cool surface of the door, it was like it sensed you physical presence. The air rushed through your hair and over your simple tunic and pants as the door slowly opened.

The sound of crackling and an orange glow met your eyes and ears. Slipping into the room, some more squat columns greeted you again: squat and looking like they were sprouting from metallic leaves which embraced their base. The stone tiles were littered with the remnants of falling passing into the winter, dead leaves and dirt.

As you made your way slowly into the room, you took in more of the atmosphere. Everything was bathed in the soft orange glow of a large and ornate fireplace. It would have been comforting if not for the huge stone carving of a demon, depicted holding what looked to you like a trident, sneering down at you. The light also elongated the furniture, of what little there was, and columns, making it look like anywhere there could be someone or something hiding just out of sight in the darkness.

There was a large amount of open space in front of the fireplace which led up to a long banquet style table, which only features some equally gruesome candelabras. The bodies of them were gothic in style and onyx black, all sharp edges like the teeth of a wolf. By far the most eye catching thing within the room though, was a mirror standing to the left of the fireplace.

Although all the furniture seemed to be made for someone twice your height, the mirror felt like it was at least three times that. It had the similar macabre design to the other furniture, but even more elaborate.

The frame had an elaborate folding curtain carving all down the left side of it, making the mirror seem more like a window then what it appeared to be. The right side had intricate carvings which were mesmerizing in their design. As you walked further into the room, your desire to run your fingers over the whirls and edges.

Finally reaching the center of the open space of the room in front of the fireplace, you felt the warmth of the fire and it's soft crackling and pops from the wood. Every sound echoed throughout this vastness of the room, into every dark corner. You turned around in a circle, letting your eyes scan all the corners of the immediate area for anyone who might be hiding just out of view.

When you came back around to facing the mirror, you could see what was reflected back at you: a frightened young girl playing at hero, hoping that it would pay off. Hoping that if she musters up enough courage to use the dagger at her hip in order to get what she wanted. You almost felt like laughing at the toddrey display of false confidence you had been so earnest in cultivating up until this moment.

Then you noticed something, something out of place in the reflection, behind you in the background of dancing shadow created by the flames playing off the columns.

At first you thought it was a statue, tall and sculpted, but it didn't match the stoney grey and bronze quality of the decor. The arm of the statue was a crimson, leading up to black flowing fabric. Your eyes lingered up this arm to a pair of eyes glowing a greenish-yellow hue in the dark.

What stood just a few meters away from you in the dark was something large and alive. Stepping into the light, you gasped, turning to face the giant man. Could you even call what stood before you a man? More of a man-beast which had come right out of the fairy tales told around that storytellers fire.

You backed up quickly, tripping over yourself and slamming your back heavily into the glass of the mirror. Your eyes hadn't left the figure who was advancing on you.

He was almost as tall as the mirror itself, broad and muscular with skin a bright crimson. His chest was laid bare in order to give the impression of just how capable he was of crushing anyone who would dare try to face him. Legs seemed to be just as strong, though they were mostly covered with black handmade bottoms.

Giant horns protruded upward from either side of his head, and his face was at once both handsome and gruesome in appearance. As he stepped forward heavily on his hoofed feet, Darkness smirked down at you.

"What has this night brought me? A lost little lamb perhaps? Separated from its flock." You tried to square your shoulders and seem more intimidating than your miniscule stature made you seem.

"Trying to be brave? You must be here for a reason instead of just stumbling into my halls." He chuckled softly at this display, sizing you up with his sparkling yellow eyes.

"I...I'm here to get my brother back," your voice sounded so small echoing off the walls of the large room. The voice of a being which could so easily be broken under the hooves of this giant before you.

"I know why you're here," Darkness began to move slowly, and you tracked him with your gaze as he started to circle you. It felt like you were a helpless rabbit being sized up by a hungry wolf before it pounces.

"While you were busy coming to save the child, did you ever stop to ask..." He paused a moment, somewhere behind you, causing you to look over your shoulder in order to see what had made him stop.

"What he did to be taken." As you turned your face to look at Darkness, you're met with his. So close you can feel his breath on your face, count the teeth in his sly grin.

You step back, startled, grasping for the dagger at your hip. As your hand closed around the leather hilt of the blade, drawing it, Darkness moved quickly catching your arm in his powerful grip.

Vice-like, you winced under the pressure of his large hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught in your throat before coming out in a whimper between clenched teeth.

"I wouldn't do something so brash little lamb, you might hurt yourself," you felt paralyzed. His hold on you was solid, immovable. When you tried to pull yourself free, it felt like you were stuck, unable to even move your arm an inch in Darkness's hold.

"Let me go," your words seemed hollow, devoid of any intimidation.

Moving slowly with his free hand, you flinched slightly as he closed his fingers around the blade and yanked the dagger free from your grasp as if it was nothing. only then did he finally let you go, standing to his full height and stabbing the dagger into the side of one of the columns.

It fit perfectly into the stone, which shocked you. Surely the blade should have broken on impact, but it was like the column had parted around it.

"Why don't we sit and discuss this over a meal? No need for these hostilities. They bore me." You followed his hand as he sweeped it over to the table you'd noticed when you'd first come in. Where it had been bare of anything but the candelabras, now it was full of plates of food.

Your stomach ached, making you realize just how much time had passed since you'd first set out on your journey. The last time you'd eaten, it had been an apple and a couple pieces of bread a day away from your final arrival at your destination.

"How do I know you haven't poisoned the food?" You asked, looking back to Darkness as you did.

"If I had wanted you dead, you already would be. And why would I waste such interesting company?" The smirk he gave you as he said this had something else hidden behind it. You could see it in his eyes, raking over your body, meeting your eyes and holding your gaze for a long pause.

You wanted to feel disgusted. Men in your village had looked at you in a similar way. When they were coming home from the local tavern drunk at night and walked by you on your way home from working late in the fields.

They would give you that look, the look so common among men when they'd stare at women they desired. A mix of desire and contempt, like a child who desired to covet the last sweet all for themselves. Although childish, there was a predatory danger behind that look which made you always slip into a dark sidestreet before men like that could even catch sight of you. Hiding from the potentiality of what could happen if they decided to act upon their visible dark desires.

However, in this case, for some reason, Darkness's gaze didn't make you more afraid then you already were. It didn't make you want to turn and run. You felt ashamed that not to deep down, it made your stomach flip in a way which wasn't unpleasurable.

Turning, he walked over to the head of one end of the table, pulling out the large high-backed chair and looking to you again as you stood there.

"Please, dine with me. Let's discuss this without fighting. It's been a while since I've had a guest." What could you do but slowly make your way to the chair he'd pulled out.

As you moved to sit, he pushed in the seat behind you, like a gentleman. The whole display would be rather funny, the devil being a gentleman and inviting you to dinner, if you weren't still a little terrified.

Coming around from behind the chair, Darkness reached out on the table for a large jeweled bottle of wine. Without asking he poured the dark red liquid into the goblet in front of you, before walking over to his own seat and pouring his own glass.

Once you were both seated at either end of the table, you felt a little more relaxed. The distance of being at either head of the table was far enough that it gave you a false sense of security.

"What shall we toast to?" Darkness addressed you raising his glass with a quirked brow.

"What?" You were taken aback by this strange situation. It hadn't really fully dawned on you just how much he'd been trying to distract you from your goal.

"What shall we toast?" He repeated.

"I... I didn't come here to dine with you. I came to get my brother." As you said this, something dark flashed behind the composure of Darkness. Perhaps his patience with you wasn't as limitless as it seemed.

"My dear, we will get to that all in due time," the words were spoken less with his smooth sounding tone he'd been taking with you. This tone was all teeth. You decided not to push it, raising your glass tentatively.

"To making acquaintances?" Your statement came out as more of a question as you spoke. Darkness seemed to pause as you said this, before smiling.

"Yes. To making new acquaintances," You both toasted your glasses unable to touch, instead gesturing in each others direction before taking a sip.

You winced slightly at the rich taste. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was unlike any of the wine you'd ever had before. Only ever having had cheaply made wine in the tavern with friends, you'd been used to the sour poor flavour. This was rich and oaky in taste. Pleasurable to the mouth.

Looking down from your focus on the contents of your goblet, you were shocked to find a silver plate before you. A lamb shank, seasoned with delicious smelling spices, mixed vegetables and potatoes lay before you, making your mouth water. Where it had come from was your guess. There were many things about this strange place which made no sense to you.

Across the table Darkness had also gotten his own food. A large leg of lamb. No vegetables to be seen, which didn't surprise you. A beast such as him, it made sense that he would be exclusively carnivorous.

"So, tell me... Why would you come here all alone? Wouldn't you want to bring some strong warriors with you little lamb?" Darkness asked as he used his utensils to cut a healthy chunk of meat from the leg.

"I.. They're coming. They just got delayed by the swamp," It wasn't a convincing lie. You wanted to smack yourself for how stupid it sounded coming out of your mouth.

"You are not a convincing liar. The truth is written all over your face. Your little village was to afraid to help you." You didn't know what to say to this, looking down at your plate.

"I feel for you little lamb. It is hard to feel abandoned by those who you're supposed to rely on." Looking up from the plate, you met his eyes from across the table. He seemed sincere, with a tinge of sadness.

"They said it would be to dangerous. That I should consider my brother as good as gone-"

"And you weren't willing to give up, not on someone you loved. Not on family." He interrupted you, leaning forward across the table slightly.

"Yes. I-I suppose I should ask what my brother did to be taken," You held Darkness gaze as you said this, reaching for your own utensils and started to cut into the lamb shank in front of you.

"Mmm. Yes. That." Darkness took another long sip from his drink, looking up to the ceiling as if he could find the words for how to tell this story somewhere up there.

"He was in the forest. But I'm sure you knew that already. There he came across something one of my servants had left unattended, the fool." At this, Darkness snarled, almost slamming his own goblet down on the table, making you jump in your seat.

"Sorry. I don't intend to frighten you. I just ask so little of those under my service. Yet they still disappoint me. Your brother took this object of mine, and for that I had him taken in return." You were confused by this. Your brother had always been a gentle soul, someone who wouldn't steal, couldn't. Not without feeling extreme guilt afterwards.

"Please, tell me he's still alive, that you haven't harmed him."

"You think I'm some kind of monster. That I would just murder a child," Darkness said through bites of lamb.

"I've heard the stories about you. Slaughtering armies, eating babies, seducing unsuspecting women," you had begun to wolf down more bits of food as you mentioned this, almost casually.

"Only two of those are really true, and neither is the devouring of infants," he chuckled at your little ravenous display.

"They say all sorts of things about me in the little villages that surround my forest. Rarely are those things ever as true as they appear. I don't seek destruction, only order in a new form. I don't take anything unless something is taken first from me, and I don't give unless it is desired of the recipient," Your eyes met his eyes across the table once again, and as he finished the final sentence you felt yourself flush slightly. Betrayed by your own body.

He was attractive in an animalistic way, that was undeniable. The defined masculine nature of his face, its wicked yet alluring qualities, his strong muscular chest laid bare for you to see. The fact that he didn't care if you saw him in this near naked state, it was enough to be slightly arousing to you.

You wanted to fight this more than anything else. The urge to feel for him, as you had when you'd first heard the story of him and Lili. How he'd seduced her to sin.

"What do you desire, lamb?" You felt like he could read your thoughts, like he knew that your mind had wandered onto the dangerous path of lusting after something that could never be, should never be.

"I want you to let my brother go."

"I will, in due time. I have what he took, I was only curious if anyone cared enough to come for him. He made it seem as if no one would." Darkness admitted taking one last sip of wine.

"But he knows I'd come for him. I'd never just leave him," you felt a little bit of sadness well up. The fact that your brother had thought no one would want to come looking for him was disheartening. And in part he was right.

You were the only one who had come to look for him. No one else had been willing to, they had all considered him a lost cause. Perhaps they even thought you were just as lost, not seeing a point in coming to look for you either.

"He will be happy your here. I will take you to him when we have finished here. He isn't being held in a prison. He's a guest here like you." This was all well and good, but you weren't sure you believe this fully. Was this all to good to be true.

"There must be a catch to this. I can't imagine you would just let us walk out of here," you focused on Darkness as he took in what you were saying.

"I just wish for company. Two nights and two days, then you may both leave. I only ask for someone to talk to, to share my thoughts with," Once again, his eyes seemed to wander, like he wasn't sure how to frame what he was trying to say. It made you feel like he was perhaps struggling to express what he was feeling.

"Your lonely." It wasn't a question as much as a statement, and you hadn't even realized you'd made it until you noticed his eyes had fixed back onto you.

'I-I didn't mean to cause offense," you said quickly.

"No, no you're right," Darkness said raising from the table, pushing back his chair. He took a few steps in the direction of the fireplace, his back to you. The glow of the fire catching the red of his skin, making it glow softly. You could read in his skin, every curve, sharp angle, broad and soft. It stirred something deep in the pit of you.

"I've been alone for a long time. No one to speak with. No one to share my company," He looked over his shoulder, catching your gaze on him, the way you seemed just as hungry for him as you had been for the lamb.

"No one to touch," turning fully, Darkness walked back over to stand in front of you, towering high, looking down into your eyes.

"You never really answered my question little lamb," he said, his voice seemed deeper, more soft as he said this, causing your heart to skip a beat.

"I don't know what you mean," you mumbled, still completely focused on the man-beast before you. How he was looking at you, the way his breath seemed more heavy than before.

He reached down with one of his hands, thumb and forefinger resting against your jaw and chin. You felt deep down that you should draw away, not let this monster who had kidnapped your brother touch you. However, his touch was so gentle, rubbing your skin, making you shiver.

"You never did tell me what you desire," his voice was like silk against your skin.

"What I desire?" You sounded punch-drunk to your own ears. His fingers trailed your jaw, down to your neck where they lingered.

"I can see it written in your eyes, you desire more then just to see your brother home safe." As his fingers made their journey lower, they caught on the front ties of your tunic.

You stopped him before he went further by laying your hand over his. Darkness didn't pry, didn't try to push you beyond your means. He simply kept your eye. You could see the desire burning in him. What he wanted.

What did you want though? What were you doing? Why were you allowing him to touch you like this?

Deep down you knew all to well why. All those nights of wondering and dreaming those sinful dreams. Desiring him without thinking it would come to anything. Knowing now that those dreams were within your grasp.

His hand was warm in your grasp, so whole and real. Pulling it to your lips, you kissed his palm gently. You couldn't put into words your desire for him which had laid dormant, but now had been fully ignited. Instead actions felt like the best way to express what was starting to burn deep in your core.

Darkness used his free hand to cup the side of your face, leaning down so that his face was level with yours. You could see every line, every curve of his face, the passion which was evident in his eyes.

You could feel the heat of his breath on your face. It didn't smell unpleasant like you would have expected. Instead it smelled the earthy flavor of the wine you'd been drinking.

As he placed his lips on yours you could taste it. His mouth was softer than you expected, and when he kissed you it made your head spin.

It slower, gentler than you thought it would be. He pulled back from you, allowing you to catch your breath.

Suddenly he grabbed you, causing you to yelp. He lifted you like you weighed nothing. Darkness body was flush with yours. You were able to feel how strong he was, every muscle in his torso.

As your hands traced his arms, you could trace the contours of muscular frame. He was so much stronger than you, so much bigger. You knew if he wanted to, he could break you and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

For some reason the very idea of this, made you feel aroused. There was also the fact that you could feel through the limited clothes which Darkness wore, his massive bulge.

Once again, his lips crashed into yours. His teeth were sharp, but somehow he managed to nip at your bottom lip without drawing any blood. He was gentle, yet the more he persisted, the rougher of he became.

You moaned as he pulled away to start kissing your neck. Those kisses soon turned into love bites, teasing and pulling at your skin. His ministrations were causing blood to rush to your face and the ache in between your legs to grow pronounced.

Supporting you by your thighs, Darkness walked you over to the table and pushed aside the plates and candelabras to make space for what was about to occur. Placing you prone on your back, he leaned close over you, meeting your eyes again.

"Little lamb, are you ready to get what you truly desire?" husky, his voice felt like liquid amber making shiver run down your spine, and between your legs wetter.

"Darkness... Please," you were beyond the point of no return and all you wanted was to be satisfied by this beast of a man. He chuckled, delighting in your small plea.

"What do you desire?" he asked for the third and final time.

"I want you," your words came out in a keening whine, body hot with desire. Darkness smiled. A mixture of smug self-satisfaction at finally getting you to admit what you wanted.

He leaned in and layed kisses on your neck again, making you moan. Licking and nipping at you, and then proceeding to suck on the sensitive pulse point of your neck.

As he continued his ministrations with his mouth, his hands wandered up your body, ghosting over your clothed stomach.

You felt that aching anticipation as his long clawed fingers finally reached the ties on your tunic. Darkness pulled away from your neck, and you knew from the way he'd been sucking and nipping at your tender skin, that there would be at least several bruises left behind.

You held your breath as he slowly pulled the ties free, pulling back the light cotton. Goosebumps pebbled your skin as it was exposed to the air of the room. Your nipples were already hard from him teasing your skin. Darkness took notice of this, using a thumb to tease one of your nipples, sending pleasurable sensations through your body and making you let out a sharp breath.

Dipping down, his mouth meeting your other nipple, tongue flicking it experimentally. The sensation was even more pleasurable than his thumb making languid circles.

Seeing the pleasure written on your face, Darkness latched himself on and sucked gently, savouring your gasps. Using his long tongue, he circled the bud slowly, before nipping with his sharp teeth.

The hand working your other nipple started to wander, as he continued working you with his mouth. Tracing his claws softly down your stomach, before reaching your bottoms. They were light and stretchy enough that you knew he could slide his hand easily down between your legs.

However, he kept teasing your skin just above the waistband. It felt like butterfly kisses, the way Darkness would barely ghost his claws over your skin.

It made you quake inside with anticipation of what he would do next, even though a good portion of your focus was still on him licking and sucking your breast. You were close to begging him to do anything to sate your now aching arousal, desiring to be filled with all he desired to give you.

Slowly he finally began to slip his fingers under the waistband of your bottoms. Instead of dipping lower, he started to pull on your pants, sliding them down. Darkness pulled back from teasing your nipple in order to focus on getting your pants off.

They slipped off easily, making you feel even more exposed than when he'd removed your tunic. All that separated your wetness from the air, was the thin material of your panties.

Slowly, he lowered himself, kissing the center of your chest. Moving downward to your stomach. His hands lightly traced the inside of your thighs, trailing a road leading closer and closer to the last bit of clothing on you.

As Darkness made his way down with his mouth, his fingers finally reached your panties. One of his clawed fingers traced a rhythm on your inner thighs, as he used his clawed forefinger to trace the band of your panties. Quickly he used the sharpness to snap the band, before quickly tearing away the flimsy fabric.

Large rough fingers traced your lips, actively avoiding you clit. Teasing you, he experimentally traced your opening, coating the tips of his thick fingers in your juices.

Whining, you tried shifting your hips, trying to get his fingers to rub against your swollen aroused clit. However, he was tactfully able to evade your attempts. Using his free hand, Darkness pressed down on your stomach to push you down, chuckling.

"Patience. Good things will come at their own time," like honey, his voice poured over you, sweet and smooth. He wanted to make you suffer and to writhe under his control, that much was clear.

From the satisfied little grins he would make whenever his touches made you gasp or groan, to his careful movements across your body. He'd avoid certain spots, leaving them until last, drawing out the anticipation of pleasure.

Coating his fingers in your juices thoroughly enough, Darkness seemed to finally be ready to give you just what you wanted. Trailing his thumb up, he lightly ran it over your sensitive nub.

The sudden sensation made you flinch slightly from the sudden contact before letting out a small whimper. Being teased for so long by him, had made you so aroused you thought you might be brought to release if he touched you again.

He was patient, letting you adjust and taking his time before touching your clit again. Darkness was light and soft, starting in a circular motion, keeping you close, but not quite close to the edge of release.

As he set a comfortable pace, which had you biting your lips and gasping lightly, he inserted his forefinger slowly into you. His hands were large, and so were his fingers. Stretching your walls, Darkness was careful with moving inside you. Even though he had quite sharp clawed nails, he was gentle. You could feel the length, the notch of his knuckle as he adjusted to your tightness.

Working his thumb, building up a steady rhythm. You could feel yourself slowly coming undone, with the intense sensation of him rubbing your clit with that now pleasurable burning feather-light touch. This was coupled with him working his finger inside you, causing that coiling tension to get tighter and tighter every time he hit that one spot.

It felt so wrong but so good. Knowing that he was so big, his presence so dominating. Looking up you met his gaze, piercing and focused on your every subtle expression. Written on his face, you could see the pleasure he was taking in seeing you lose yourself to his ministrations.

Noticing your gaze meeting his he gave you a knowing smile. He could tell how close you were. That you were about to reach your peak. Just him fixing his enticing bright yellow gaze, with all its illicit unsaid implications was enough to bring you right to the edge.

As if he knew the tension built up had reached it's height, Darkness withdrew his hands from you. The sudden absence of the sensations drawing you to your climax, made you groan in a shameful combination of annoyance and desire.

Darkness chuckled, looking over your body, tracing every curve and flushed bit of vulnerable flesh. He then let out another deep chuckle.

"You're really desperate for me. I can see in your face, your body." Reaching out one of his hands, he lightly traced your cheek, slowly. You wanted desperately to lean into his touch, but you felt heavy with the built up pleasure.

His finger inched its way to your lips, moving over them lightly, before slipping between. You let him, sucking at it lightly, tasting your own juices. Locking eyes once again with him, you watched how heavy his breath became, the smile from something mischievous to a look of pure unbridled lust.

The sound of cloth shifting, you looked down in time to see Darkness, undoing his robe with his other hand. A thrill ran up your spine as you saw the outline of his cock against the fabric as he fought with the fabric.

When it finally dropped to the ground, you saw what was in store for you. His dick was big, going from a lighter shade at the base to a little darker near the tip. Some precum leaked coating the top and running dribbling a little down the ways of his length.

Removing his finger from her mouth Darkness brought his hand to hold her hip, as he used his other lined up his cock with your entrance. He rubbed his cockhead, against you, adding again some stimulation to your body once again.

Coating himself in your fluids, mixing with his own, rubbing them over his length. His teasing was almost unbearable, feeling the slight throbbing of desire in your core to be filled.

He must have known what you desired, as he stilled his movements momentarily before pressing his tip to your wet aching opening, sliding slowly in.

Using his hand he had used to tease you, he rested it again the surface of the table to gain balance as he pressed further into you. With every inch you felt filled. It was painful, yet you didn't want it to end.

The sensation of every throb and vein sent a twinge of pleasure through you. Leaning down, Darkness brough his face close to yours, allowing both of your heavy breaths to intermingle.

Letting out a low almost primal growl, the large devilish man bottomed out. Never before had you felt so utterly stretched. Darkness had stilled in order to let you get used to his size, and while it was painful, it was less so then you expected.

Knowing you should feel ashamed, or at least disgusted by what was transpiring had fallen to the back of your mind, all you wanted was for this man, this beast, to fuck you. However, Darkness had other plans, staying still as stone inside of you.

Desperation started to set in and you tried moving in order to create some delicious friction. Instead, being stopped by Darkness hand on your hip tightening, holding you still.

Letting out a frustrated noise, only served to make the man laugh softly and lean in so his mouth met the shell of your ear. "Are you comfortable?" His voice was almost mocking, smug.

You just wanted him to move at this point. Being filled like this was making you so aroused in the most frustrating way.

"Please." In response to this desperate plea, Darkness leaned in further, pressing down on you, lightly nipping the sensitive skin of your neck playfully. Before he finally gave you what you wanted so badly.

Inch by excruciating inch, he pulled himself back until he was nearly fully out of you. The emptiness was only momentary though, before burying himself back into you setting a brutal pace.

Darkness was merciless with his thrusts. At first it was painful, but that was slowly being replaced by the building tension in your core.

The way he gripped you tight, claws digging into your skin, sure to leave marks and his mouth finding your throat only served to heighten your desire.

All the shame and fear had been washed away and replaced with passion brought on through flesh meeting flesh. The lewd sounds which your bodies made as they met serving as a symphony for your conflicting emotions finally being forgotten.

Now all that was on your mind was having this beast of a man ravage you forever, to have this sensation of such pleasure brought on through every roll of his hips causing him to hit that sensitive spot within you.

If you'd known being seduced would include feeling like this, so utterly free. Only letting your mind focus on the sensations of Darkness cock pounding into you, his teeth skimming the skin of your neck, it was all becoming to much.

A pleasurable burning sensation had started to build again, announcing your climax was imminent. Moaning and wrapping your legs around Darkness waist, you tried to match the thrust of his hips.

You could tell he was getting close himself, as his pace picked up, the table creaking slightly as he pounded you into it brutally. There would be bruises to go along with the claw-marks on your hips.

His frantic movement kept pressing girth right into the perfect spot to bring you right to the peak. This time you were going to get to fall of the edge.

You cried out as Darkness allowed his teeth to sink into your neck, bringing pain once again to the overwhelming pleasure sending you over the edge. It felt like a damn breaking as you came, clenching around his length, body twitching.

Darkness pulled his face back from your neck to admire your body as you came, still fucking you through your orgasm. His eyes filled with predatory lust focused onto yours. Bringing one hand to your throat, he squeezed lightly bringing his lips crashing down onto yours.

Pumping himself still at a fast animalistic pace, growling into your mouth. Then he thrust as deeply as he could into you before releasing himself inside your walls.

You could feel the hot spurts of fluid deep in you, painting your insides. So much of it.

Pulling away his face from your own, he looked once again into your eyes. "I suppose we should negotiate your brothers return to your village. You I might find harder to let go of."

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originalwinnercheesecake · 2 years

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More Idea’s for multi-track students

Multi-track studies is starting to become more popular at hexside

Edric and Emira taking multi-tracks has literally been the ending I have wanted for them since 1x12 “Adventures In The Elements” when we learned they are top scorers, and got strong hints that one reason they skip school frequently is that they are bored in class and do not see the point when they already know most of whats being taught. Like I do not care about seeing them in ships (I have seen people post pretty compelling reasons why they should at least become friends with Viney and Hunter, and I would like to know whom the “date” Edric went out with in TtLG is, but ultimately that is not what I am most interested in with them) just put my children into a curriculum that is both challenging and rewarding to them. Its even better that while they are still taking illusion together (something they have always done as a team); they also have classes where they will be separated and can have their own space to pursue individual interests. I don’t think anyone has pointed this out yet but Edric and Emira are only like 1 year younger than Stan and Ford were in A-Tale-of-Two-Stans and we got a tiny glimpse of them starting to have similar problems to Stan and Ford in Grom. So changing things up now can help spare them a lot of bad/issues down the road.

Now let’s move on to Mattholomule. Him deciding to take illusions along with construction is something I did not see coming, but I love it. Thank you Gus. It makes a lot of sense too. We saw Matt try and do construction magic in TtLG and we saw how his efforts were... kinda rough/ not exactly tuned. Its not that he is necessarily bad/has no talent for construction. It’s just that he seems to struggle a bit with turning images in his head into actual objects outside his body. This is a very real and common issue for a lot of people. It does not mean give up, it just means that maybe someone needs to add an extra step or try apply a diffrent way of going about a task. Illusion magic is a perfect example of that. Lets say Matt needs to design a structure. Do it in illusion first. Get the height, angle , and all those little details smoothed out. Then use the illusionary structure as a diagram for the real 3d structure. By Labyrinth runners Mattholomules magic has already become much more fluid. He may have started out as just a stooge for a jerk who had an easier time than him,but our little construction rat will make a great witch yet.

Now with season 2 ending and season 3 shortened I do not expect many more episodes to take place in Hexside (sighs because Hexside is one of my favorite places in the boiling isles) and I really do not think we will have time for an episode surrounding the cast trying to encourage more into students into multi-tracks. But we could still get an ending where the show is going over all the changes that have been made on the isles over the course of the show, and one scene shows a bunch of secondary/background characters now wearing multi-track uniforms as they mingle around Hexside. Here are some ideas for who may be interested in what.

Skara: Starts taking healing as well as bard magic. She very well may already want this. So much of Skara’s time and so many of her actual genuine friends are with the healing track

Boshca: I could maybe see Boscha, if given the opportunity, deciding to take beast keeping as well as potions. Fairies would be her favorite beast.

Puffer fish headed Abomination Student who “just wants to get through the year”: you know the one with the cute sloth palisman. I am less sure about him than some of these others, but what if he starts taking oracle and abominations.

redheaded queer oracle student: oracle and bard

Hunter: So whatever Hunter decides to do at the end of the season and whomever he decides to go with we all agree he will be enrolling at Hexisde right? As for what classes he will take I can see him enrolling in potions and plants. (Not just for Willow, again I am not basing these off ships). Both are courses he could take even with his setback of not having a bilesack, both kind of fit in with the types of wild magic he has let himself slip into having fun discussions with Luz on. And the colors to those tracks could kinda represent his two personas “The Golden Guard” and “Caleb, star player of the Emerald Entrails” and him fully fledging into his own person. If these two are not enough for him maybe throw in oracle, depends on if that would make him more or less anxious.

Amity: okay so I can never see Willow or Gus taking multi-track classes. I really think they are supposed to be personifications of plant and illusion magic and all that those particular tracks are capable of. So if that's the rule for Luz’s inner circle of friends, and accounting for just ho much Amity has been shown to genuinely care about and have passion for Abomination magic, then I kind of want her to just sick with it... But I also note just how much she has been shown to care about and be passionate for books and literature. So I would also maybe like to see her join the bard track and go on to write abomination tutorials or stories surrounding abomination witches.

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why do you like the nosferatu clan in the vampire the masquerade universe (kicking my feet in the air) (i am genuinely curious)

oh dude oh Dude are they a fucking treat

well first i gotta tell you what they are and than what makes me so insane about them

SO in vtm theres clans like theres classes and races in dnd theyre like bloodlines, vampires of each clan share similar characteristics abilities and in some cases curses and the vamps who had the misfortune of being turned into a nosferatu all share a curse of repulsiveness meaning once they are turned they transform into monsters all in unique ways (they're like creepy snowflakes but most of the canon nosferatu designs are so damn boring theyre all just bald gray and have fucked up teeth and no noses. anyways thats a rant for another post)

because of that they are forced to live underground to not break the masquerade (let humans know that vampires exist) but they are very resourceful fuckers they found a niche for themselves that no other clan can fill - one of their clans abilities is to hide themselves very well basically creating illusions and making themselves invisible so they collect information from everywhere and everyone and trade that information so they are needed and respected (not so good with that one) by other clans. theres so much power in their clawed hands its incredible (they even had their own network with ALL the information stored that only nosferatu knew about until it got destroyed. im so unreasonably sad about that)

so SO what i absolutely love about them is that they turn humans into vampires only in 2 cases: as a gift (to help the disabled neurodivergent and just unfortunate ppl to start a new life as a creature of the night end escape the world that doesnt accept them) and as a sort of revenge (they find the prettiest the most vain motherfucker they can find and turn them into a beast like themselves to teach them a lesson)

and because of that they are the clan with the strongest ties between each members they understand each other because nobody else does or wants to (the. the autism clan)

the themes of dealing with disability and neurodivergence in a horribly ableistic word are so strong in here it makes me want tear my hair out

and obviously most of them have self worth issues which also resonates with me a lot

also ALSO because they are the clan that is the most removed from human culture their culture is the most unique amongst the vampires they create their own art sculptures the music chambers the artificial forests that the outside world may never see they build whole cities underground they have tornament games festivals isnt it just incredible (this is also in the lore but not represented in the actual games which makes me so sad)

when thinking about this clan it feels like im chewing my issues like a bubble gum and blowing bubbles with it. its like being understood by something that doesnt exist and identifying with something that does and shaping something new with it. can you tell im also in therapy rn

oh and also im a monsterfucker so i genuinely find most of them pretty hot lol

#thats a lot of words but thats literally what you asked for i did warn you :)#sorry idk how to add the long post marker on the mobile so ill just tag it #long post #vtm #nosferatu #pretty embarrassing to tag it but oh well #god it felt good to infodump #i could talk and talk and talk but thats. enough #this is also kinda embarrassing if you already knew who they are. anyways

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abelle25125 · 2 years

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i was thinking about hollow mind again and i noticed something kinda weird about the CATs plan to infiltrate Belos’ mind. In order to leave the mindscape - it seems that there needs to be a witch on the outside that can extract the people who went in - we saw this in understanding willow as well - where Luz and Amity couldnt leave when eda was distracted.

So why,,, pray tell, where all 3 planning to go into the mindscape together??

We see Darius ready to break the vial which should activate the spell circle and the three of them sure look close enough to be in the spell circle - so unless they where planing for this to be a suicide mission where they entered Belos’ mind, gather information and where just trapped there forever - there has to have been a 4th member ready to pull them out. We also see later in the episode that where the spell was cast is not the same location as where people return to when removed, so it would make sense to have a 4th member in a secure location where they can be summoned to without problems.

It is possible that this 4th member is one of the original BATs, however it would have put some heavy suspicion on Raine if their 3 co-conspirators where broken out of the conformatorium, so we can assume that they where Broken out during or at least closer to the events of ‘Oh Titan where art thou’

There are however some potentially foreshadowing towards the other coven heads not all being in Belos’ corner, with the big one being this banner from ‘Eda’s requiem’

Out of the 9 covens, 4 of them have scorch marks on them (that being illusion, oracle, abominations and beast keeping) and of those 4 - 2 have already shown to be traitors to the emperor. Could it be possible that the other two are also against him?

Let’s look at oracle first The Oracle school of magic is one of the ones that we know really very little about, both in regards to the types of spells cast with it and their head. At hexside, we see that it largely revolves around the seeing of the future, but can also involve potentially summoning ghosts? The only character we see outside of Hexside who uses it is Odalia Blight - who mostly seems to use it to talk to amity through her necklace - so the passing or communication of information could also be grouped with it. As for the Coven head,,,,,we also dont know a lot about them either. They seem to be a similar type of demon as Kikimora, albeit with more arms , and based on their reaction to the DOU vision in hunting Palisman - they seem largely unfazed by most things. Which definitely makes sense given the future vision and all.

But could they be a traitor? It would make sense that an oracle could figure out whats actually going on about the DOU, and based on their design, they definitely seem like the type of character that knows a lot more that everyone else. The one flaw with them is that - surely with an oracle on your side, you wouldnt need to infiltrate someone’s mind for information. We see Odalia’s oracle magic place information into Amity’s head through the necklace, so surely a more powerful caster could extract information from someones mind without having to literally enter it - so with that theres both evidence for and against them being against the emperor.

Now, to move onto one we know a lot more about: the illusion coven We know the illusion coven is solely focused on creating illusions and that the head of the coven is Adrian Graye Venworth.

Now ive already made a whole post about how vaguely suspicious Adrian is so im not going to go all in depth here - but outside of any theories theres no obvious reason as to why he’d already be against the emperor - especially given his want to please the emperor in Labyrinth runners.

One noticeable thing for him is just the level of attention he’s gotten - having appeared in 5 episodes, being the only coven head besides the CATS to acknowledge hunter in ‘Any sport in a storm’ and having an entire episode dedicated to him as the main antagonist. This could all be setup for something later on, maybe even in season 3 - but for now, just like the oracle head, theres nothing concrete towards him being against the emperor.

Having looked at the banner, there is always the possibility that the scorched Covens are representative of ones that will eventually turn against Belos- as Raine’s area wasnt damaged - with them already working against him.

Stepping away from the banner theory for a moment, there is also one head who there is also potentially evidence for - that being the Potions head.

Just like with Oracle, we know very little about this guy and their school of magic, despite the fact that both eda and lillith where in it, as well as Luz for part of ‘the first day’

my main bit of evidence here is in the set up for the mindscape spell - specifically this little vial that Darius seems to mix with some abomination magic to active - and the potion needed to remove people from the mindscape.

Its not exactly clear how potions magic works, but, given eda’s comments about how brewing it is “gonna be tough without magic” -we have to assume there are some areas of magic involved in it - magic which (as they're branded with their respective covens) Raine, Darius and Eberwolf dont have access to. This means that, in order to get their original potion, they would need to have a potion maker on their side - one which can give a potion the same level of power as titans blood, aka: a very very strong witch.

So there are three coven heads which have potential foreshadowing towards them being against the emperor. It feels kinda like we’re not really going to have time to really explore this in season 2 (or maybe even at all) but it would explain this one plot hole from hollow mind thats been bugging me a bunch

also (and this is more of a goof than evidence) when we see the coven heads in Eda’s Requiem, the potential traitors are all grouped together. even Raine runs off in that direction

#i really noticed that S2 was coming to an end and just had to get all my theories out in one week #still salty about not posting my theory there being two humans before yesterdays lie came out #babygirls i can overanalyse like youve never seen before #the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #toh theory #i just want to get to know all the coven heads!!!! all ur designs are so good i want to absorb their power!! and gender!!#my post

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violetjedisylveon · 1 year

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Stitch Up My Guilt

Summary: Eda gets help for Enzo from her former mentor, a powerful Werebeast against the covens.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: blood, mention of injury, surgery, opperation, broken bones, guilt, regret, angst, panic, the usual😊.

A/N: I'm back! I was sick twice in a month, my immune system is fucked, but I finished drawing Datura and now can post this chapter!

Datura here

Eda raises two gods AU link here.

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The door didn't open, yet Eda knew she was there.

She could sense her mentor's presence. It was as strong and powerful as it ever had been. She was being informed of the Werebeast's arrival.

Datura was near.

A soft swoosh came from behind, cautiously, Eda turned.

A large beast stood under the soft light of a crescent moon, which outlines the edges of her plum colored fur in pale silver. Her tail swayed back and forth slowly, curiously. Tentacles coiled around each other in a tight bulb on her back and the curling patterns all across her body gave off a silvery white glow. Her thick, dark lavender mane danced with the gentle breeze. The warmly colored feathers at the base of her tail were slightly raised. Her long, curved ears were perked forwards in interest, a slight glow came from the golden horns behind them. Sharp eyes examined Eda with the calculating shrewdness of a predator.

Datura had always been elegant and powerful, mysterious and majestic, delicate and dangerous without trying. There was just something about her that made one stare in awe and respect the beast.

The ever exposed fangs glinted in the pale light, Datura stared her down with her whiteless, bright green eyes.

A deep, powerful sound rumbled through the air and earth, reaching Eda's ears and body at the same time. The sound was both a warning and a welcome, depending on the context. Eda wondered which she was at the moment.

With the light footfalls of an ambush predator, Datura moved forwards with effortless grace. Something about the perfect rhythm with which she moved was captivating.

The beast stood in front of her and stretched her long neck out, the exposed skin of her scar caught the light Eda stared into those pools of glowing green that were her eyes. Datura puffed in her face, for someone who ate raw meat, she didn't have bad breath.

Datura's gaze shifted away from her, down to Enzo in her arms. Eda had known the illusion wouldn't fool her former mentor, but it had been for Enzo's safety and security of mind as they traveled.

The harshness in Datura's eyes softened and she let out a soft coo. Datura, and the vast, vast majority of Werebeasts had a soft spot for the young, kits or cubs as they called them, extending well outside their species.

Datura shot Eda an amused look before her muscles and skin started rippling. Her transition between forms was as easy and effortless as Eda remembered.

Soon, Eda's former mentor stood before her in her bipedal form. She'd hardly aged a day, there had always been a single lock of hair paled with age, and it hadn't moved one bit, it still hung down between Datura's wide eyes. The scar on her face and neck looked no more faded than it had before. Nothing had changed.

Datura retained much of her beast form, as a shift to the full witch form was often deemed unnecessary and far too taxing to Werebeasts. It was very rarely done, only when in dire need of a witch's body. Datura, to Eda's knowledge, had never been forced to go that far.

To this day, Datura still had a good couple of inches on her, not including her horns or ears. She wasn't used to having to look up to meet another's gaze. Datura had her arms crossed and was still giving her that amused look.

"Eleven years later and you only now come to visit, kit?" Datura's voice was the exact same as she remembered it. Strong and rich and powerful.

The Werebeast glanced down at Enzo again.

"Even though I know they aren't, that kid looks like the product of you and Whispers's excessive fornication." Datura commented.

It felt like her face was on fire. Datura could always, always make her blush with her comments. Datura let out a rich, hearty laugh.

Now or never. Eda thought.

"I know this is unexpected, and I did just leave without telling you, but I really need your-"

Datura's tail covered her mouth in a shushing motion. There was no malice or anger in Datura's face.

"Come in, kit, we have much to discuss." Datura said.

She walked around Eda into her house, leaving the door open behind her.

Datura would never cease to be a mystery, but, Eda was glad her former mentor wasn't upset with her right now.

Datura's home was spacious and cozy at the same time, big enough to accommodate both of the Werebeast's forms. There were plants, in pots, hangers or growing on the living wood walls, everywhere. It gave the whole place a foresty atmosphere. Some of the carpet was for sure grass or soft, spongy moss.

Shelves of varying design and sizes were stacked with nick knacks and oddities. A dim fireplace was built into one wall with a variety of comfy chairs and cushions haphazardly placed around it. Stacks of books and shelves lay within easy reach. There was an old couch next to a coffee table facing away from the fire towards the kitchen. Eda remembered many nights spent doing potion calculation practice on that couch while her mentor kept a lazy eye on her through the half wall in the kitchen.

Datura's room was upstairs, built into the thick tree trunks with an easy escape path. There were other sleeping rooms upstairs, and a large play space that led into the branches of the trees. Downstairs was where Datura worked her magic. She had her study underground and hidden, it was where she kept all sorts of forbidden knowledge, her own personal library.

Large training rooms that led outside, her greenhouse where harder to come by plants, and sometimes animals, were cultivated, the brewing rooms, and her examination office. There were also operation and recovery rooms, Eda had been in them a few times, and they hadn't given her the anxiety of healing coven offices. Hopefully Enzo, who was barely awake and staring out at their surroundings with blurry eyes, would find them easy to be in.

Datura opened the door to the examination room and gestured for her to go in. Datura was never one to waste words.

The examination room's walls were painted with soothing pastels, small illustrations were painted around, Eda spotted a few she had done in her time here, she didn't see any of her mentor's distinctive handwork. Datura had her patients make a mark on her walls, a relic of when she'd been a public healer all those years ago, before the covens.

"Set them down." Datura ordered.

Enzo whimpered and clung tighter to her, Eda patted his head gently.

"I'll be right next to you the whole time, there's nothing to be afraid of." She said.

"I wouldn't hurt a child." Datura added.

"You can hold my hand if you want." Eda offered.

Enzo gave a very hesitant nod and allowed Eda to set them on the table, he did immediately grab her arm for support.

"Now, I know an illusion when I see one, and I need to see what you are to help you." Datura said.

Enzo shook their head vigorously and squeezed Eda's arm. Datura glanced at her expectantly. Eda sighed and got Enzo to look at her.

"Enzo, I know you're scared but you can trust Datura, I wouldn't bring you to anyone I don't trust. I promise." Eda told them.

Enzo glanced at Datura hesitantly, her normally stern face had a soft smile on it.

"She won't hurt you." Eda said softly.

Enzo squeezed their eyes shut and took off the concealment stone pendant.

If Datura was surprised, she didn't show it. In fact, she looked almost amused. She always found humor in odd situations.

"Do not worry little Owlet, I'll have you fixed up in no time." Datura cooed softly.

Her calm reaction did wonders for Enzo's nerves, the kid stopped trying to kill her arm.

Datura unwrapped the hasty bandages on Enzo's arm, discarding them with a tentacle, and detangled the bundle of fabric Eda had wrapped around Enzo's wound to prevent leaving a blood trail.

This did surprise Datura.

She stared at the chunk of weathervane sticking out of Enzo's leg. Eda had cut off the excess to make moving more comfortable.

"Stars, kit, what have you gotten into?" Datura asked.

"Some scouts attacked, and they fell." Eda mumbled, she didn't want to dwell on it.

As always, Datura was an expert at reading her emotions and didn't push the issue. She slipped over to the cupboards, searching for the necessary equipment. She whistled a soft tune as she searched.

"Peño, can you help me find the scalpel?" She requested.

Eda heard annoyed sniffling and small shuffling footsteps to announce the Palisman's arrival.

Jalapeño, a spicy little snadger, was Datura's Palisman and long time trusted partner. The little shit was older than her.

The Palisman shuffled into the room and gave a loud snort when he saw her.

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right." Datura chuckled.

Jalapeño snorted, this time it sounded suspiciously like laughing, and began to dig around the cupboards.

"Look for the forceps too." Datura said.

Jalapeño grunted and shuffled about, his hood flaring slightly with irritation.

Eda sat with Enzo and kept the kid distracted while the necessary medical equipment was gathered.

"I'm going to have to take a scan of your leg, Owlet, I promise it won't hurt." Datura said.

She formed a spell circle over Enzo's injury before they had a chance to say anything. A beam of blue light hit the wound and an image began to appear in the air above it.

"Thank you for holding still for me." Datura said sweetly once the scan was completed.

Eda could see the weathervane, colored gray, the damaged, inflamed tissues and the breaks in the bone. The weathervane had broken Enzo's tibia. It was a nasty break. She glanced at her mentor, the Werebeast was studying the diagram with the sharp, practiced eye of a highly skilled professional.

"It appears your tibia has been broken, Owlet. The foreign object needs removing, obviously, it has displaced some bone fragments and there is a bit of debris caught in the general area, and those have to go, but it's nothing I can't fix." Datura explained, showing Enzo the diagram of their leg.

Datura bent over to be at eye level with Enzo, she wore a soft expression.

"Now, if you want to stay awake you can, but it will be easier and hurt less if you go to sleep. What do you want to do?" She asked in a soft voice.

Enzo glanced up at her, looking for guidance.

"It'll be quicker if you go to sleep, Starshine. Datura's got some really tasty sleeping nettle cookies, and I'll be with you the whole time, King and Nibs too." Eda said.

Oh Titan! Please let Enzo trust me enough for this! That was the closest she had gotten to praying in decades. It sounded more like a begging desperate plea.

"Promise?" Enzo asked.

Eda smiled and extended her free pinkie finger to them.

"Pinkie swear."

Enzo's small hopeful smile meant the world to her.

The tension of the room evaporated as the cursed witch chatted with the child about all the times she had been under when living with Datura, and the Werebeast and her Palisman set up for the operation.

A plate of sleeping nettle cookies was offered, along with a warm glass of Morass Auro milk. Enzo ate the whole thing, a dangerous overdose of sleeping nettles was thankfully nearly impossible, and soon was safely under.

Now, Eda had to step back and let Datura work her magic.

With swift, practiced movements, Datura's long, thick hair was pulled back into a neat, simple braid by her tentacles. The end still trailed on the floor. For a beast like Datura the excess hair was to be expected. A quick spell circle and a door to the closest operating room appeared in the bare wall.

As Eda watched her former mentor prep for the operation, her guilt and anxiety surged up in a fierce wave. Here she was, dumping her problems onto Datura yet again, eleven years after she swore not to.

She honestly didn't know why Datura was helping, okay, well she did, Datura would never turn down an injured child, but still, Datura had no reason to be so nice to her!

"Datura, I-"

The Werebeast silenced her with a raised hand.

"There will be time to talk later, kit. There are more pressing matters to attend to first." Datura said.

Eda nodded and shut her mouth. Datura moved to the operating room, there was a chair for her to sit in that would no doubt be bubbled to preserve the area's sterility.

"And try to relax. I can smell your fear." Datura added with a soft look over her shoulder.

Eda sat and tried her best to be calm. King made soft chirps towards Enzo, he must not have understood that they were asleep. Eda gently bounced the baby demon to keep his attention on her.

"Don't worry, Enzo will be okay." She told him.

The bubble was up shortly, beyond it, Datura began the operation.

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A soft light illuminated the room.

Everything was blurry, fuzzy.

Their body felt numb and they were groggy.

Something soft covered most of them. It was warm, cozy.

The sounds of breathing came from the right. Enzo turned their head slightly.

The owl lady was sitting in a chair next to them, King curled up on her lap with Nibs. They couldn't tell if the owl lady was awake or not, their vision was fuzzy.

What's that? There was an extra fuzzy spot to the right of Eda, sorta purply and glowing.

They squinted.

Why did it look like someone else was there?

Slowly, the blurry blob took shape as it came into focus.

Long curved horns… and fangs… big ones and… What's that behind it?

Enzo rubbed their eyes and looked again. It was wings.

Areas of it were still blurry, they couldn't make out a face or many other features, the whole thing was see through.

Enzo stared at it.

The being stood so perfectly still and was so faint, it would be hard to notice.

Their head caught up to them right as the thing noticed it had been spotted and offered a shy wave.

This wasn't happening.

It wasn't real.

It couldn't be happening.

They had to be dreaming again, had to be.

There was no way that… it… was what it looked like. No way it was what they thought.

Their head was just playing tricks on them, it was just another hallucination, another figment of their imagination.

It wasn't real. It couldn't be real… if it was, why had it waited so long to show up?

The hallucination was becoming more defined, traits and features filling in the blanks, the head started taking shape and- they hardly saw it before they screamed.

"No! Leave me alone! Go away! Go away! Go away!!" Enzo screeched at the hallucination.

They thrashed about, trying to untangle themself from… something.

There was movement, a light flicked on and gentle, strong arms grabbed them. Enzo jerked away, chest heaving, they just realised they hadn't been breathing. They blinked stinging tears out of their eyes, when had they started crying?

Soft warm light replaced the purple glow, the thing was gone.

"Enzo? Enzo are you alright?" The owl lady.

Enzo blinked and turned to look at her, King was awake now, clinging to Eda's shoulder and sniffing at them.

"Eso." He said in as close as a whisper as he could get, his tail wagged happily.

The owl lady's face held nothing but concern and kindness. They registered her hands on their shoulders, lightly resting on them and not grabbing. Their heart started to slow down as the terror ebbed away.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" She asked softly.

Enzo nodded. It had to have been a nightmare, there was no way it could be anything else. No way. No way.

"Shadow?" The owl lady was already looking for injuries.

They shook their head. Thank the stars it wasn't a projection dream. I think I prefer that over this one though.

Eda smiled sadly at them.

"We can see if Datura has anything for those." She said.

Datura. The Werebeast healer. She was kind, and had tasty treats. She called the owl lady "kit", and the owl lady had turned into that strange beast- it looked a bit like Olive actually. They hadn't seen Olive in a very long time, maybe Olive had a kid with a Werebeast and Eda looked like her.

Yeah, that explained it.

"How are you feeling, Starshine?" Eda asked them.

"Hmm… I feel weird, like sleepy and slushy, but I think I feel better." Enzo said.

"That's great, Datura got everything fixed and on the mend, you'll be back to running around with King in no time." Eda told them.

Enzo smiled, they did feel better. Their arm didn't hurt at all, and their leg was numb but not in an uncomfortable way. Their stomach suddenly grumbled loudly, Eda tossed her head back with a laugh.

"C'mon Starshine, let's go get you something to eat. I believe I promised you some of Datura's Blossom Bat fruit." She said.

"You did!" Enzo shouted happily.

Enzo tossed the sheets off himself and tried to get out of bed, Eda stopped them.

"You still can't, or shouldn't, walk yet, so you can use the wheelchair if you'd like." Eda explained.

"Oh. What's a wheelchair?" They asked.

Eda laughed again and helped them get into a chair with wheels instead of legs. King happily leapt into their lap and made himself very comfortable.

Someone's missing…

"Eda, where's Nibs?" They asked.

The owl lady frowned and ran her hands through her hair repeatedly until she found something and pulled it out. Nibs's muffled hiss came as they were pulled out by her tail. They thrashed in a tiny tantrum when she was out. Nibs was eating something.

"What have you got in your mouth?" Eda asked.

With an impish glint in her eyes, Nibs stretched their jaws open wide. A rat. A big rat that Nibs was trying and succeeding in swallowing.

"Where did you find that?" Enzo exclaimed.

Nibs pointed their tail at Eda and slithered out of her grip onto Enzo's head. They started purring immediately.

"I have live rats in my hair?" The owl lady asked in disbelief.

Then she shrugged.

"It's not the worst that's been in there." She said.

"What's the worst?" Enzo asked eagerly.

Eda opened her mouth then thought better of it.

"I don't think it's very appropriate for little ears to hear." Eda ran her hands through her hair again and grimaced.

"I need to wash my hair anyway, I think Nibs left a urate in there." She said.

"Nibs wouldn't do that!" Enzo protested.

"Who did it then?" Eda asked.

"You do have rats in your hair." Enzo pointed out.

Eda grinned at them.

"Look at you, you're starting to be a shit like me." She ruffled their hair affectionately.

"Munch! Munch! I wan munch!" King squeaked.

"He's always been a little shit." Eda chuckled.

"Maybe a little." Enzo nodded.

"Now let's get some food for you two-"

Nibs hissed.

"You literally just ate." Eda rolled her eyes.

"Nibs says hair rats aren't as tasty." Enzo told her.

"Fine, you three, happy now?"

When the Cat Snake nodded, Eda rolled her eyes again and pushed the wheelchair out of the recovery room, towards the sweet scent of something being baked for them.

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Next chapter Datura spoils her grandkids!

Auro is the bi equivalent of cows, I took the name from the og cow and took some letters, and the one most common ones look like highland cows because the fuck not? it's adorable, there are lots on the knee and the ones in the right leg swamps where Datura lives are like smaller highland cows and are adapted to living in the swampy environment and adorable. Some species are more used for their milk than meat, and they don't need to be pregnant to produce milk, just have a baby around them and they'll be lactating soon enough, they start doing this a little before they are sexually mature to learn how to take care of babies. The bulls also lactate just not as much. The milk is very nutritious and tastes good and used in lots of things and also imagine wholesome swamp living highland cows, and it's purple milk! It's awesome!

I came up with this while sick, it's still awesome.

Anyway, I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

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burning-sol · 1 year

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I also did make a post about Apokeosis. BUT. That post was not as complete as the Poketide post.

However, the general typing for our cast is DEFINITELY Rumi <- psychic/ghost, Exandroth <- fairy, Thanatos <- steel/fire. And aside from exceptions like Sunny, Lizard and the Moon Beast, each of them have a strict 6 Pokemon team. If you're wondering about Peter, honestly I just don't think he'd have a team? Or maybe he would but I'd have to think a bit more about what that would even be comprised of. (OHOH UNLESS PETER MAYHAPS GETS A POKEMON ONLY AFTER BEING REVIVED??? INTRUIGING THOUGHT)

So Sunny was picked out as a Vulpix and Lizard as a Sandile which. I think those are obvious choices.

THE TWO OG RUMI PICKS I WILL STAND BY WITHOUT BUDGING IS MARSHANA AND CHANDELURE. Marshana is a pokemon all about dreams like you can't tell me that pokemon doesn't belong on Rumi's team. And Chandelure??? CHANDELURE... Being consumed in Chandelure's flame burns up the spirit and 100% that bitch is going to be burning up a light show like Rumi's harp-blade strings, I CAN GUARANTEE.

I also had Espeon, Swoobat, Mismagius and Drifloon written down but I am not as strongly attached to these choices. But potential picks could have something to do with dreams, illusions, prophetic visions, and the consumption of souls. (you can see why i pegged rumi as a psychic/ghost trainer now can't you?) And yes, the idea is that Rumi had a whole upheaval of their team when they changed identities. I'm sure someone out there would have fun coming up with the teams for their other identities.

Exandroth's picks were Sylveon, Mega-Audino, Gardevoir, Clefable, Klefki and Mega-Altaria. The one pokemon I'd stand by here is ABSOLUTELY Klefki, because I drew them as three Klefki stuck together like like those artworks of angels and the imagery is too good to throw away. This team was mainly based on aesthetics ngl so. Yeah. Also his magic has goofed them up like Lizard was in Apotheosis. Also 'why does Exandroth have two mega pokemon' I don't know I just wanted the team to look nice, why not the thing's an angel it's okay. Edit: OH YEAH and his pokemon could very well be picked out depending on their relation to the sun/moon for sure, or stars or eyes. Again, aesthetics in spades here people.

I didn't have any pokemon picked for Thanatos but you know. Probably give him just the most buff pokemon out there, let him be a tank. Stronk boy! Also, I did instinctively think of Thanatos being a dragon type trainer but have remembered why I hadn't settled on that. If Exandroth is a fairy type user then I feel that implies all celestials are fairy type users (or at least close to that)? Thanatos is meant to have an advantage on celestials cause of smite, so it wouldn't make sense if Thanatos had a pokemon type that didn't have an advantage over fairies, so dragon types are out the window. However, that DOES mean steel types are a FANTASTIC choice of pokemon typing and should make up his team.

So anyhow, that's what I had written down.

#📚 my posts #📌 thoughts #jrwi apokeosis #jrwi spoilers #jrwi apotheosis spoilers

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sokkastyles · 3 years

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Zutara Month Day 10: Oma and Shu

I’ve seen some people point out that Zutara doesn’t necessarily fit Oma and Shu because the Oma and Shu myth is more Romeo and Juliet than enemies to lovers, and those people are not necessarily wrong. Romeo and Juliet, just like Oma and Shu, were never themselves enemies. They did nothing but love each other, but were forbidden from being together because of the feud. Zutara, in most interpretations, is less a “forbidden” romance and more a transition from enemies to friends to lovers. Most people imagine them growing to love each other after becoming friends, often after Zuko’s redemption and the end of the war. Nonetheless, the Oma and Shu story does share several parallels with Zutara that many fans have picked up on. What I want to do is examine some of these parallels from a meta angle, to look at the Oma and Shu story as it appears in the series and other similar stories that appear in ATLA, and to also compare them to similar stories in the real world, and analyze a bit the popularity of these various tales of forbidden love, why they are popular, and what their purpose is, as well as how Zutara fits into all this.

In universe, the Oma and Shu story, in addition to being a love story, is also an origin myth of sorts for the Earth Kingdom. It explains the creation of the city of Omashu, as well as telling the story of some of the first humans to learn earthbending. The message of the story, in addition to being a tale about love thriving between two unlikely people, and a cautionary tale about what happens when love is prevented from flourishing, is also a message about love being an act of creation and a force of transformation.

Love is brightest in the dark.

This sentence is a paradox, but it fits with the theme of balance that the show comes back to again and again, of breaking down barriers and deconstructing dichotomies to create something new, something more whole than the original. Something mirroring the harmony of yin and yang.

The greatest illusion of this world is the illusion of separation. Things you think are separate and different are actually one and the same. We are all one people, but we live as if divided.

The above quote by Guru Pathik is also similar to Iroh’s philosophy, which he tries to teach Zuko.

It is important to draw wisdom from many different places. If you take it from only one place, it becomes rigid and stale. Understanding others, the other elements, and the other nations will help you become whole.

Iroh also says something in “The Crossroads of Destiny” that echoes the Oma and Shu story.

Iroh: Perfection and power are overrated. I think you were very wise to choose happiness and love.

Aang: What happens if we can't save anyone and beat Azula? Without the Avatar State, what if I'm not powerful enough?

Iroh: I don't know the answer. Sometimes, life is like this dark tunnel. You can't always see the light at the end of the tunnel, but if you just keep moving, [Aang earthbends the rocks away one last time. Iroh's fire blows out. He smiles.] you will come to a better place.

Iroh says that Aang is wise to choose love over power, while walking through a dark tunnel, and advises Aang to trust in the darkness to bring him to the light. Meanwhile, Zuko and Katara, two people on opposite sides of a war, share a moment of unlikely tenderness in a cave lit by glowing crystals.

Zuko in the crystal catacombs does what Iroh has been trying to teach him to do, to let go of pride and the need for power, and to instead embrace compassion and humility. Which is what he does when he apologizes to Katara. This is also part of what stories like Romeo and Juliet teach us, that pride and petty grievances are destructive, and that only by embracing love do we become whole.

I know the prompt is Oma and Shu, but thinking about that story and its place in the narrative made me think about other mythic stories that appear in the series, so let’s look at another one that has significance for zutara: Love Amongst the Dragons, Ursa’s favorite play that she took young Zuko and Azula to see every year.

The actual story of Love Amongst the Dragons, according to the ATLA wiki, is this:

The play features the Dragon Emperor, bound to mortal form by the Dark Water Spirit, and forced to adopt the alias of Noren. The humble experience results in Noren falling in love with a mortal, and through this love he is able to break free of his curse. The play concludes with Noren defeating the Dark Water Spirit and embracing his mortal girlfriend, revealed to be the Dragon Empress.

What struck me when I found this description was that this is, with some slight changes, pretty much the Chinese myth of the marriage between Dragon and Phoenix, a representation for yin and yang and harmony in marriage, and which I compared in a meta to zutara as well.

Like the Oma and Shu story, it is a story about unlikely love, and about crossing divisions. It also has a lot of similarities with various myths involving shapeshifting love-interests, often referred to as “animal bride/husband” myths (which beauty and the beast is a subset of).

The symbolism of the tale in-universe is in its connection to Ursa, and thus Zuko’s connection to his mother. Zuko’s connection to his mother is contrasted with his connection to his father, which is representative of Zuko’s destructive side. When Zuko was trying to capture the Avatar, he was searching for his father’s approval, to become someone that would earn his father’s love. Ursa, meanwhile, taught Zuko kindness and compassion, and told him that it didn’t matter that he wasn’t the most powerful or strong. That Ursa took Zuko to see this particular play is significant, a play about a godlike being, the Dragon Emperor, being humbled and learning to love.

Only with your glory hidden in false form could you recognize my devotion.

Though different, and originating in a different nation, this is another tale about love shining through the dark, about letting go of pride and choosing compassion. Animal bride/husband myths are often about seeing past what is hidden to see the truth. They are stories of transformation, and like the Oma and Shu story, are about the transformative power of love.

It’s also from this play that Zuko gets his Blue Spirit alter ego, which Zuko uses as an exploration of his own identity apart from being the Fire Nation prince. In this story the same mask is worn by the villainous Dark Water Spirit. It is very interesting that Zuko uses an identity associated with water for this purpose. Also, like the Blue Spirit, the Dark Water Spirit seems to be a bit on the morally ambiguous side. Even though the spirit is defeated at the end of the story, its motivation for transforming the Dragon Emperor seems to be to teach him humility, and this is a message the play seems to promote.

Zuko and Azula’s dialogue from the above comic pages is interesting because it expands on what we already know about both characters. Zuko complains about always having to play the villain, just as he was made a scapegoat by his father and sister, and his adapting of the Blue Spirit identity is essentially him reclaiming that identity that was forced on him while trying to figure out who he really is. Azula sees herself as the Dragon Emperor, but she misunderstands the message of the story completely, and it’s not a coincidence that she talks over the love scene in the comic above and responds angrily and pridefully to the man who tries to shush her. Similar to Ozai when he names himself the Phoenix King, ironically misinterpreting the actual myth. I also think there’s something interesting to say about gender here, as this post points out. Not only does Ozai associate himself with a female figure, but Azula associates herself with the male Dragon Emperor, while Zuko is associated with the more feminine water spirit (water being a feminine element.) However, by the end of the series, Zuko embodies the transformed Dragon Emperor, while Katara I associated before with the Phoenix/Dragon Empress, as she is associated with healing and rebirth. Also notice the red and blue color coding in the comic page above, both with the Water Spirit and Dragon Emperor and in the coloring of the two lovers.

This also brings me to another play present in the series, the play that the gaang goes to see performed by the Ember Island Players. The same players that Zuko says his mother took him to see. The play we see them put on in the series is a Fire Nation propaganda play, promoting Ozai and the war. I actually can’t imagine that Love Amongst the Dragons, a play about a Dragon Emperor learning humility, was very popular during Ozai’s reign. We hear about it being performed before Ozai became Fire Lord, but we can assume that those visits to the theatre stopped after Ursa’s disappearance. The only other time we hear about that particular play being performed is after the end of the war. This leads me to imagine that it was necessary for the Ember Island Players to find a different play to perform while Ozai was in charge. While the play is not necessarily subverting Fire Nation superiority (the villain is a water spirit, after all), it is confrontational enough that I can imagine Ozai’s brand of narcissism seeing it as a challenge to his authority. Ozai who disdained love in favor of power and control.

“The Boy in the Iceberg” contains another love story between two people from opposite sides in their depiction of Zuko and Katara in the crystal catacombs. I wrote before about how I’ve seen interpretations of this that say that the Fire Nation was trying to portray zutara as an “inferior” Water Tribe woman falling for a “superior” Fire Nation man - essentially saying that the play is in favor of zutara as a piece of Fire Nation pro-colonization propaganda - but the problem with this is that that isn’t how zutara is depicted in the play. The play mocks zutara by portraying Zuko as submissive and subservient to Aang, and Zuko is later killed, as he is currently a traitor and threat to the Fire Nation. Thus, the “romance” between Zuko and Katara is not being depicted as supporting the superior masculinity of Fire Nation men, but rather portraying Zuko, who willingly chose to dissasociate himself with the Fire Nation, as emasculated and submissive to other, “lesser” men and aggressive “foreign” women.

This is a complete mockery of the real connection that Zuko and Katara had in the catacombs, the kind of love that is inherently subversive because it requires Zuko humbling himself in front of Katara and admitting that he was wrong, and working for her forgiveness. It is the kind of love that the Fire Nation under Ozai’s rule rejects. The kind of love that is truly transformative, revelatory, and brings light to the darkness. The kind of love that creates rather than destroys, that unifies rather than divides. That is humble and not prideful. That’s the appeal of zutara.

#zutara #zuko #katara #zutara month 2021 #atla meta #the cave of two lovers #the crossroads of destiny #the ember island players #oma and shu #love amongst the dragons

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The Report Card – Fantasy High: The Seven Ep 4

Horse Girls Unite!

OK Y’all, here’s the deal. This is a battle episode. Picking up where we left off from last week, the girls are racing to the inside of the temple on their magical horses, chased by a veritable hoard of strange, leafy harpies and hybrid, teleporting monstrosities.

It’s a pretty straightforward setup with not a lot of plot relevant shakeups so rather than a play by play I am going to give you a highlight reel as the Seven make it to safety. Because of this, there won’t be a separate additional notes section. It’ll all just run together like my OG recap posts. Let’s go!

“Just as Gandalf said, get to the chopper!” and “Come with me if you want to live you fools” are tied for funniest LOTR/Arnold mashups from the top of the episode.

“Sam is a top--” Everyone loses their minds before the sentence is finished.

Sam makes her horse, Taffodil, fly and then gets knocked out of the air shortly after (Penny casting Featherfall to save her), which means she spends a good deal of this episode aesthetically falling as Claire de Lune plays in the background. She looks Nat 20 hot while falling and that is not me being cute, she rolled for it and that was the result.

Katja on her socials re the above: Friend is dying #dying.

You simply love to have a DM in the party (Aabria) who knows the rules and can rules lawyer for the team. As they said in game, “Come through Aabria!”

Sam, falling to her death, recently hit by one of Ostentatia’s rings which woke her up, helping to save her life: I feel like I got hit by something very expensive...no, cheap!

Ostentatia: Go back to sleep you BITCH!

As she’s falling to her death, Sam is told they posted pics of falling online which are going viral and she asks, “What are the comments like?” to which Ant says, “Bitch you are still technically dying!”

Danielle does another beastly 64 points of goose damage in one go which I think must be acknowledged.

Rekha, of course, talks Brennan into letting her jump from Cinnamon to one of the beasts and grab a barbed tentacle to attack itself with because a tentacle barb, as we know, is basically like a brush and this all makes total sense. If you have any questions about this totally normal sequence of events, I don’t know what to tell you.

She asks if she can stick the tentacle in the king beast’s ass and Erika does an IRL spit take.

Sam (once she’s no longer falling) uses a magic item she has (a harp) to enthrall some of the monsters, including the king beast (w/ the extra help of the Suggestion spell), taking some major heat off of the others. Then Ostentatia straight up banishes him (“Arrivederci”), taking the second most dangerous enemy off the field completely!

When O banishes him, she sees a vision of his soul getting sucked into a forge which may be plot relevant seeing as her got is forge related and usually doesn’t talk to people but we shall see.

So previously, Penny got snatched up by a harpy and flown away. And Becca describes her plan as a “Rekha level idea” Said plan is to make an illusion of the Harpy Queen so the underling harpy will give her over but everyone misinterprets this to mean she wants to make a copy of the harpy who is already holding her and being D20 fans, the people at the table are like, “No, no, no that’s not a REKHA level idea you are going FULL Emily Axford here.”

This plan works by the way. Penny gets a 6 in being convincing but the Harpy rolls a 6 with a minus 1. D&D. Best game ever.

Danielle gets the last hit on the Harpy Queen, getting her down with a mite Infestation which is exactly the 24 HP she has left. Supremely gross but effective! The bugs eat her leaf wings and she fully dissolves.

Katja and Antiope go way back and Katja made her read all the Babysitter Horse books too which is adorable. Where is my art of baby Ant and Kat?

Once she’s close enough, O casts Animate Object on the statute of one of the dwarven heroes (who is clean shaven like her) which starts absolutely wrecking house. What a use of Animate Object!

And, of course, all the girls make it in safe! Like I said, fun but not lots of plot.

There is apparently a band called Stone Temple Pilots which I didn’t know which means this ep title is a pun and the more you know.

Ant, Sam, Penny, and a non-Zelda NPC all roll 1 nat 20 apiece. Kat and Sam each roll a Nat 1. Penny does also but she gets to reroll it.

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #the seven #the seven spoilers #I'm probably going to do battle episodes like this unless they're really wild/plot relevant/in a plot episode #bc play by plays are lots of detail with little narrative purpose most of the time #better watched than read ya feel?

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1,500 Followers Challenge!

The Title/Trope Challenge!

Again, thank you all for all your support! You are all amazing and I truly cannot thank you enough for helping me get this far. It’s certainly a milestone that I never thought I’d see.

Straight to the challenge!

Basic rules apply ~ there are 30 songs and 30 quotes posted below, pick one from your fandom with your character. This will be open for a while as 2 requests per song/quote. The only rule is here is, is that the requests cannot be from the same fandom. I will try and keep the lists as updated as I can to try and avoid cross overs!

The extra - This time around, send me either a title and/or a trope to base to the fic on. They can be as weird and wonderful as you want, or something simple. In your ask, just specify which you are sending me and I’ll do the rest from there!

Recap:

Send me an ask with your request

Include your fandom and character

Choose a song and quote

Give me a title and/or a trope to base the fic on!

In saying that, please remember that this is all just a bit of fun, I’m sure you can have a laugh at some of the quotes below (based off of some of my favourite movies). Please send all requests through asks, it’s easier for me to keep track of, and let me know of any questions! It is, of course, okay to request more than once!

For now, there is no closing date, we will just keep going until all the requests are full! Requests will be closing 1st May.

Further info below the cut.

Songs

Evermore ~ Dan Stevens (Beauty and the Beast) - Lord of the Rings

Protector ~ City Wolf - Supernatural and The Hobbit

I See the Light ~ Mandy Moore and Zachary Levi (Tangled) - Lord of the Rings

I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) ~ Meat Loaf - Marvel and Supernatural

Bloodshot ~ Sam Tinnesz

Let’s Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams

All Eyes On You ~ Smash Into Pieces

Feel Invincible ~ Skillet

Natural ~ Imagine Dragons - Lord of the Rings

Wrong Side Of Heaven ~ Five Finger Death Punch

Shatter Me ~ Lindsey Stirling Ft. Lzzy Hale - Supernatural

Feeling Good ~ Nina Simone - The Hobbit and Marvel

Somebody To Love ~ Queen - The Hobbit and The Witcher

Hurricane ~ Thirty Seconds to Mars

You Give Love A Bad Name ~ Bon Jovi - The Hobbit

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun ~ Cyndi Lauper - Supernatural

Total Eclipse of the Heart ~ Bonnie Tyler - The Hobbit

Don’t You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds

Hell Ain’t a Bad Place to Be ~ AC/DC

Love Is A War ~ Jeremy Renner

A Reason to Fight ~ Disturbed - The Witcher

True Love ~ P!nk ft. Lily Allen - Marvel and Supernatural

Poison ~ Alice Cooper

Sucker for Pain ~ Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa & Imagine Dragons w/ Logic & Ty Dolla $ign ft X Ambassadors (Suicide Squad)

Hello Hello ~ Elton John ft. Lady Gaga (Gnomeo and Juliet) - Lord of the Rings and Supernatural

I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) ~ The Proclaimers - Marvel and Lord of the Rings

I Will Always Love You ~ Whitney Houston (The Bodyguard) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

When You Wish Upon A Star ~ Cliff Edwards (Pinocchio) - The Hobbit

Raise Hell ~ Dorothy

Leave Me Lonely ~ Imelda May

Quotes

I mean, those people aren't exactly our regular customers. (Legion)

I would not have shown you such mercy. (Legion) - Lord of the Rings

When you hesitate, people die. (Doom)

Yeah, I was thinking about it. (Doom)

Will you please get this child off my leg? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks) - Supernatural

Do you poison the dragon or just the liver? (Bedknobs and Broomsticks)

I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering. (The Music Man) - Supernatural and Lord of the Rings

A man can't turn tail and run just because a little personal risk is involved. (The Music Man) - Marvel

You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles! (101 Dalmatians) - Supernatural

It was a beautiful spring day. Tedious time of the year for bachelors. (101 Dalmatians) - Marvel

I think I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it swims up and bites you in the ass. (Jaws) - Lord of the Rings

Smile you son of a bitch! (Jaws)

You never have control, that’s the illusion! (Jurassic Park) - The Hobbit

Boy, do I hate being right all the time. (Jurassic Park) - The Witcher

The suspense is terrible. I hope it'll last. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory) - Lord of the Rings

So shines a good deed in a weary world. (Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory)

That was naughty. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen) - The Hobbit and Supernatural

You broke my heart once. This time you missed. (The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)

You know, he looks heroic and he walks fast, but he’s kind of got a negative attitude. (The Meg) - The Lord of the Rings

Yeah, well, I’m not crazy, I’ve just seen things no one else has. (The Meg) - Marvel

Eight years is a long time. Can I make you a cup of tea? (Godzilla) - Marvel

As far as he's concerned, you're just a pair of breasts that talk. (Godzilla) - The Hobbit

Afraid? You don't know what afraid is. You will not last five minutes without me. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Oh, okay, honey. Well, that would be cheating. (Jumanji) - The Hobbit

Carrots? Why is it always carrots? I didn't even eat carrots! (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural

I know what you seek, and you will not find it here. (Atlantis: The Lost Empire) - Supernatural and The Witcher

No. I can't do that, and if you were in my position, you'd do the same. (Alien)

When I give an order I expect to be obeyed. (Alien)

I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings

Well, I say we get drunk, because I'm all out of ideas. (Dogma) - Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit

Characters I will write for:

The Hobbit – Thorin, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, Bofur, Nori, Gloin (friends only), Frerin, Thranduil, Bard, Legolas, Bilbo, Lindir, Beorn

The Lord of the Rings – Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Faramir, Legolas, Gimli, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Elrond, Haldir

Supernatural – Sam, Dean, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Lucifer, Benny, Balthazar, Chuck, Garth, Mick, Gadreel, Charlie, Bobby

Marvel – Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki, Thor, Peter Quill, Logan, Stephen Strange, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson, Heimdall

Dragon Age – Alistair, Anders, Cullen, Morrigan, Zevran, Leliana, Fenris, Sebastian, Iron Bull, Dorian, Cassandra, Blackwall, Varric

Harry Potter – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Neville, Remus, Sirius, Fred, George

Star Trek (Newer Films) – Kirk, Spock, Bones, Scotty

The Witcher (TV Series) – Geralt, Yennefer, Jaskier

Of course, this list isn’t a final thing, if you feel I could write a character, please just send me a message and I’ll let you know if I’m comfortable with it or not.

Please of course note that all drabble requests are reader insert. I will not do character pairings, but I will change to first/third person if you prefer reading that way. Y/N will be the standard name though and remain that way.

For any Dragon Age requests, if you wish to appear as a certain race, please let me know.

#1500 followers challenge #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #supernatural #marvel #dragon age #harry potter #the witcher #star trek

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First Impressions and predictions based on the coven Leaders

After a full first season their fame adorning the banners and walls, who they are being hailed, yet they themselves being kept in the shadows we now get first looks (and throughout 2a will meet) the emperors top dogs: The coven leaders. I will not lie as a group... these guys dissappoint me. Making the majority of them very human in appearance for me is a big no. Compare this group to the many colorful and fantastical creatures that are shown teaching at hexside and the hexside teachers are far more creative, unique, and fun. Maybe the artists decided to make the coven leaders look more like normal people so the audience would have an easier time understanding their expressions and body language. Maybe the more humanoid whitches are a higher class and have a easier time climbing higher than the more beast and demon like residence.? We will have to wait and see.

Seperate this group into individuals (like how we will hopefully meet them) and most of them become far more interesting, So below lets take a look at each coven leader individually, where the artists may have taken inspriation, and what What kind of characters they could maybe turn out to be.

The Beast keeping coven Leader: One of the only two that are not humanoids. What type of animal is he? At first I was sure he was a hedgehog, but maybe he could also be like a chipmunk or a squirrel. I get the feeling he might be partially inspired by Sonic from Sega. I was really into Sonic back in middle school. I liked the cartoons and read through the archie’s old comic series. But I kinda out grew him since then. I know from helping to take care of kids though that he is still popular with the younger generation. That’s kinda how I thin the Beast Keeping Coven leader will be: less interesting for older viewers, but a real fun charcter for kids.

The Healing coven leader: Now this guy looks like fun villain all around. Is some kind of witch docotor? a Dark Priest? The size the purple Grin, he looks like the phantom boss from those horror films where you get trapped in nightmares. Tell me he has scary theme song music and talks in a very high pitched voice. I’ve heard some people wonder if he could be Selena (oracle girl from hexside)’s dad. I don’t thinks so, the macaroni crescent shape n his head looks more like a fancy cowl than part of his actual head. Also him having a daughter in Luz’s class could be used as a reason for him to change sides, I want this guy to stay as a villian/antagonist. We all know that with this size group some will stay with the emperor and some will defect to Luz’s side (possibility a couple will die, we haven’t seen yet just how dark Dana is willing to go). Personally my view with redemption arcs and if a character “deserves them” is it depends on what it will do for the story/character afterwards? IF redeeming them opens more doors for the characters and directions the story can take, do it. IF it closes doors leave them as they are. I absolutely hate when clever and well written bad guys get “redeemed” in to boring, plot useless, weebs. The only reason I could see having this guy change sides is for him to “cure” Eda and Lilith’s curse, and I would much rather see the two of them gain control over their forms than be “cured” of them.

The Illusion coven leader: Another fun looking antagonist. My third favorite of these nine. If the healer guy is horror movie based. This guy is Disney based all around. Looks like one of those Vegas suave showmen styled character. Love it. I guarantee you he does not actually look that young or slicked back, but is using illusion magic to make himself more pretty. Not sure if he will stay with the emperor or not. Illusion is Gus’s track and I could see Dana having the leaders of Luz’s friends tracks be the ones to stand by them. If so I am fine with that (in the case of the abomination leader I will beg for it). Gaining the respect of someone as high up as a coven leader could be really great for Gus’s character. Just as long as I get plenty of laughs from Gus and this guy both along the way.

The Potion coven leader: My second favorite and in my opinion the most creative idea of the whole bunch. A mosquito that works in potions! Does he suck them up with his nose and carry them in.. whatever it is mosquitos store blood in. Also he looks angry. Like everyone else is either amused or board. This guy is fed up and ready to do something about it. Not sure if it is the Emperor, the other leaders, or the owl gang he is mad at, but it should be a worthwhile show down.

The Abomination coven leader: Yes this is my favorite design. Yes it is because he is such a beautiful man. Would never have expected someone who creates mucks (the pokemon) with legs would be so fine. Its more than that though. He looks the most kind. Their is no malice or guise in his smile and his green eyes are bright and relaxed. I wondered what the purpose of the Abomination track was and why it had “more opportunity” all last season. Well slight spoilers if you haven’t seen episode 2x02 it is the industrialist field. When you learn about Industrialization usually the idea is that it is done to help the human race reach its full potential, and it is up to each individual to decide what to do with that potential. Whether you call that the passion of a creative mind or the carelessness of a fool would also be up to you. But I really don’t want this guy to be all bad. If for no other reason that more spoilers for episode 2 * with the interest/caution the emperor is showing the blights I expect this guy to show up to their house, probably meet Amity, and we really do not need another not so nice adult in her life. She has had enough.

The Oracle coven leader: What is this? He’s got nails/caws at the ends of dread thingys like Kikimore, so is this her father? Does he have anything to do with her being in the Emporor’s coven? But this is my least favorite. Like what was the inspiration behind this guy? With so many legendary oracles in mythology and we get this guy who mostly looks saggy, washed out, tierd, and just Blah. Hope thier is more to him, but here is one who I am not holding my breath for an episode on.

The Plant coven leader: based on her banner I was expecting something like the Swamp Giant from ALTA. Instead they went in the direction of a very traditional witch desgine: An old women with a wrinkled face and really messy hair, who probably lives alone in the woods, with maybe the exception of a cat, and dances around a fire at night. Okay. She is definitely going to become an ally of the owl gang. This is the only female of the group,and it is neither in Dana’s message nor would it be popular with her target audience to make a villain or even an antagonist out of a women who managed to climb the later into a male dominated success level. I am actually looking forward to seeing her, because it will probably be in a Willow based episode, and after 2x02 (which I personally feel should not have been a luminaty episode but rather a Willow and Amity one finishing up their reconciliation arc), Willow deserves an episode with potential centered around her. An episode where she goes against the Plant track Leader would be that. This witches Grin isn’t exactly friendly, but its more mischievous than wicked. She gives off vibes as one of those people who like to test the mains, and if you pass her tests than you earn her respect. I have no doubt Willow could win at her little games, and doing so would be a huge boost the confidence she has spent the show building.

The Construction coven leader: Oh joy here’s the other one I am unimpressed with. Unlike with the Oracle guy I know where they got his design. To everyone saying that we first saw him at the convention, your not backing far enough up. If you have ever seen any cartoon ever where the main character wanders past or onto a construction sight you have seen this man. Every trio of workers sitting on a iron frame eating from a lunchbox. Every pig that makes a catcall at a disgusted women. Every exhausted worker who watches as your slapstick mains chase each other past at quitting time... they all looked EXACTLY like this guy. This is really the character leading the track Dana herself has said she would pick to join? They could have done a Golem made of brick an stone that resembles a palace. They could have done some kind of humanoid ant with super strength. They could have done a wizard with shapes and mathematics on his robe who carried a scroll everywhere that he compulsively scribbled blueprints onto. But instead we get Mr. Generic here.

The Bard coven Leader: This is R, Eda’s old friend from her hexside days. Did I save R for last because of this connection? Partially. I am also unsure what R’s pronouns are. To me R looks physically male. I have seen other posters use “she” when posting about R. One person posted that Dana had confirmed R uses “they” and if so awesome, I would really like to see that tweet. What ever R’s pronouns though their appearance in the show will be tied with Eda, er past, and what she had to give up in order to live free. I look forward to this new insight onto her character

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practicalmagicintuitions · 3 years

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Reading on HC

DISCLAIMER: If you will send me an Anon, I will answer in the same tone as your ask, opinion is written.

All information and statements made in this reading or any other post of mine are all alleged until proven to be fact and for entertainment purposes & usage only. All information stated is based on my intuition and my tarot cards. Opinion only. The readings have no intention to cause any harm to the individuals, people featured in it.

Disclaimer 2 : seems extra long reading to me, sorry for that. If there any typo sorry for that too, I wanted to post this today, so I typed like a mofo.

Cards pulled on 15/07

What is happening now?

Devil rx Eight of Wands.

On The Devil card, you can see the couple from the Lovers card chained together while The Devil is watching them. Those two cards are numerological counterparts ( The Lovers 6 The Devil is 15 = 1+5=6) so they have a connection but this is not limited to some romantic relationship. This card also deals with addiction, obsession, influences, control, illusion, materialism. And when the card is upright the pentagram is in the “wrong” position, it’s upside down. So when the card is reversed, the pentagram returns its correct position and becomes the protective symbol again.

So The Devil rx means the chain falls off, it’s an opportunity to free yourself from those obsessive, addictive things which affect you. It's realising you have the power to change. But before you came to this realisation and urge to be free, you have to hit the rock bottom. I feel it’s important to say that in this question I haven’t asked about his romantic relationship, so it could mean changing a circle of friends or situations too.

8 of wands is often called the cupid’s arrow or the falling in love card while it is more about infatuation and adrenalin rush. It’s also a fast-moving card. This card is also called the holiday love card.

So I see two possible options. One of them is he is ready to free himself from some bounding situation fast. And this freeing attempt makes him enthusiastic, cause some adrenalin rush and in this case, it means he is trying to free himself from infatuation. He wants rapid results. The second option is that he is trying to free himself because there is another person, a third one if you like.

HC+NV relationship now.

Eight of Swords rx, Five of cups, The Sun rx.

It’s very interesting to see those 3 cards together, I had to meditate on them a little bit longer.

With the 8ofSwrx I think he has a more realistic, clearer view on this relationship. I think this clarity cause great sadness and regret. (5ofC) Sun rx means the relationship is cooled down. 5ofC is a traditional bad relationship card. Not necessarily a breakup but definitely arguments and disharmony. Because this is about the relationship and because 8ofSWrx is about to break free, release, escape freedom (like the Devil rx) and the 5ofC has a breakup meaning, I think the relationship itself lost its warmth, burnt out. Maybe because the past events were too much or one of the parties is still crying over a “spilt milk” aka cannot let the past go, a past relationship perhaps. If this is about letting go of this current relationship with NV, it won’t be a lucky “escape”. It will bring sorrow, probably thinking about why this didn’t work?

HC feelings, emotions

Judgement rx on top of it 7ofSwords

Judgment rx is about a difficult transition you are resisting or need time to adjust. It’s the refusal to hear the call. Delays, confusion, broken family units. etc. But because we have the 7ofSw on top of it ( and I mentioned before how I pay attention to the cards that fall on the others. This is only my method, maybe others don’t care but I do) I think he is seeking a way out about this situation he seemingly cannot let it go. But this card is an unsettling, shady, sneaky one. It brings dishonesty. Walking on eggshells, getting away with something, preparing for some action. Discomfort is the foundation of this card, it’s almost like you want to be truthful but cannot get what you want with honesty. This is the white lies, diplomatic approach to a situation. You know how he was compared to a politician, this is it basically. I feel this is the I cannot let go, but somehow I want to but my methods and ways won’t be honest and nice. For example when your partner is cheating you but too coward to admit it and accusing you of cheating. You fed up, break up with them, so they got what they want without being hones. That was just an example to describe the card, not the exact situation I saw here. 7ofSw is also means planning, mind games, tactics, being undercover etc.

9ofWands, Page of Cups, Star rx, 2of Cups rx

He was defensive, he protected a young feeling which was a teen love type of emotion ( I remember I got this card ones how this relationship felt at the beginning and I think this was his card back then too) and probably this is why he feels he is stuck, he cannot let go because he was protective over this. And just left this doesn’t seem an option, not with a clear exit. (again, not whit honesty)

With the Judgment rx this again means, hard time to let it go. He feels he was committed to fight for and guard that young feeling (as we saw with his FO post ) but now he is hopeless (Star rx). He also feels he is constantly battling and this wears him out. Maybe that’s why a relationship seems to burn out.

Pages are not just the youngest but they are the news bringers in tarot. This cup could mean gossip, being overly dramatic. To be honest I think this perfectly fits for his FO post and maybe he feels it was too much, too dramatic. On the card, the Page is offering his cups to someone and it could mean he feels he made those offers. He offered his emotions to her but the situation is hopeless. Or more likely it was a false hope. I said once in my previous reading that the most intense feeling I get from him for NV is this Page of cups, teenage love thing, which is more like the first few weeks, head over heels emotion, but this is without any real substance.

There is no love here. 2 of cups if it’s upright is still not the love we saw on the Lovers card. It’s more like the early touchy-feely phase of a relationship which could grow to something more but it could die down too. Reversed 2ofC means trouble in a relationship even the end of it. Two people realise they are not meant to be together. 2ofC not only represents romantic relationships but friendships too. In that case, it could mean a fallout between friends.

What I found interesting is that this could mean a codependent relationship between two people to the extent they cannot leave each other. This resonates with the Judgment rx. 2ofCrx can be a sign of a third person in the relationship or that one of the parties feels attraction outside of the relationship.

His relationship with his family

Wheel of fortune, 2 of wands

Wheel of Fortune could be a fate, a karmic card. As I understand here that it means they as a family have a strong relationship even if the wheel is turning to negative. I don’t see this bond be destroyed by a woman (like MM did with Harry and the BRF). Rifts, arguments yes, but I don’t see this as a permanent situation.

The 2ofW is often described as planning the future because the figure on the card is looking at a globe he is holding in his hands. Here I almost feel he is looking into the wheel.

2 of W is decision making. Seems like a passive card without moving but you are thinking, making plans, so it’s not passive really. He knows the decision he makes will affect many. But as a relationship nor the Wheel neither the 2ofW are good cards. So I definitely sense some trouble now ( at that time of the reading) but he is in the position to change things.

9 of Pentacles, Strength.

The imagery of those cards are very similar. Both have a very bright yellow background, on both, we have a female figure alone with an animal.

9ofP could represent an older woman, but first I want to talk about the Strength card. This is about your inner strength, calm the beast inside you. It means your inner strength is put up on a test. 9ofP could mean that you are sacrificed many things for success. I think he temporarily sacrificed some part of his family and this is what put his strength to the test. This card also correlates with material wealth and success. I used the RSW deck for all of my HC readings but I cannot let go the feeling I have when I am using my own, personal deck which is the Druid Craft Tarot. On that card, the woman has everything financially, but still, there is boredom on her face. She is not happy, she is missing someone or something from her life. And I feel as an emotion this is very much present. He has a good status financially, seems everything is good, but still he is not happy. And this is something that could put his inner strength for a test.

2 of pentacles rx

If this card is upright it means we are successfully juggling between 2 things. Because it’s a pentacle many times this is about 2 jobs, but as I said pentacles are about resources.

If this card is rx it means you cannot do that anymore. You know that you have to choose between the two things. It could mean his family vs NV, or NV and another one, but could mean a poor financial decision for example with his FL house, maybe he overspent. (Tbh I think I mentioned this before somewhere that maybe he will have problems with his house)

This card also could mean a breakup. I don’t see this means a breakup from his family, I think their relationship is tested. Since this is a rx 2 it speaks about imbalance.

This very much describes the whole reading. I felt imbalanced. I had a hard time reading certain combinations, first, this whole didn’t make sense. I am not sure how clear I was, this is definitely not my most polished reading. But then I thought I think I am picking up their imbalance. Because this whole has the “ I want to be free” feeling, but at the same time the “I cannot let it go” too. Like I want to go but there is an anchor which is holding me back.

If we check the cards I get, we have 4 twos ( 2 of cups, wands, pentacles, Judgement), 3 of them is reversed. It means losing harmony, trying to do 2 things at the same time unsuccessfully. The illusion of companionship. You don’t have equilibrium. etc. It’s about decision making, serious ones. Two sides of a story. It also means because those are reversed that he is afraid of making a decision, he rather wants to other make those on his behalf.

We also have 4 eights ( 8of wands, swords, The Star, The Strength). 2 of them upright, 2 of them reversed. Eight is strength. His inner strength is tested, his life gets busier. Reversed one means bondage, lack of courage.

If you want to imagine his situation, imagine a swing. Back and forth, up and down. He needs to make a decision to slow down or stop, or he will lose control and fall off. This is what he is now and this is what I picked up, while I had a hard time understanding the cards.

I hope you enjoyed it. :)

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