#the ancients are absolutely furious

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #10

(#) = Notes at end of post

TW: mentions of human experimentation and blood

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The Sapphire Stone Sits Highest on the Throne

The GIW have done the unthinkable. They've captured Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms and ruler of all who reside within it. The government organization tortured and experimented on Danny so much and for so long that Danny was forced to recede into his core. While a ghost's core is relatively strong by itself --only another ghost of similar strength could shatter it-- it's also extremely vulnerable to misuse if left in the wrong hands.

The GIW use the King's core to ravage Amity Park --uncaring if human citizens got in their way-- as well as the Ghost Zone itself. The Ancients combine their efforts to search for the lost, little king, desperately trying to find Danny's core and take it back from the blood and ectoplasm stained hands of the agents. As a result of their dogged search, the Ancients bring worldwide destruction down upon the Earth in their hunt for every single white suit agent remaining, scurrying from one hiding place to another like rats in the walls of a dilapidated house.

One by one, almost every agent was hunted down and bound in unbreakable chains of ice, awaiting their trials for the atrocities they committed against the Infinite Realms and its King. The only one left is the leader of the organization itself, the one who holds Danny's core. The leader, however, is extremely slippery and has managed to evade capture for months now, going so far as to throw their own men to the wolves if it meant an easy escape with the jewel-blue heart of a scared, grieving, and injured child.

At this point though, the Ancients have caused so much destruction and natural disasters, that the Justice League has no choice but to step in. At first, the JL actively try to fight the Ancients, not fully understanding the situation but having little luck in actually hitting any of them regardless. It isn't until John Constantine runs onto the battlefield like a bat out of hell and skids to a stop right smack dab in the middle of the fight that things change. He's out of breath, his hair is in disarray, he smells heavily of smoke and alcohol, and that's definitely a still fresh coffee stain on his weather beaten trenchcoat along with red blood painting his knuckles.

Normally, one small human wouldn't be able to stop the wrath of the Ancients when they've set their sights on something. This instance, however, was very different. As Constantine raised his hands up towards the rampaging Ancients about to unleash their fury on the JL, one thing managed to capture every single one of their attention.

That being the weakly glowing, sapphire-like core held in one of Constantine's outstretched hands(1 & 2) and the faint, echoing cries of a child begging the Ancients to put an end to the carnage they've unleashed upon the world.

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Notes:

(1) Constantine gives little explanation on how he got his hands on Danny's core. Little do the JL know, it was just pure, dumb luck. He ran into the leader of the GIW right as the bastard was leaving a coffee shop. Coffee got spilled all over Constantine and, being slightly drunk off his ass, he decides to deck the person in the pretentious white suit and knocks him out in one shot. Constantine's about to walk away when he hears a child crying. He finds Danny's core in one of the downed guy's pockets and has a panic attack when he immediately realizes what it is. Danny explains what's going on and Constantine books it towards where he can sense a large amount of necrotic energy gathering. The rest is history.

(2) ALSO, sapphire is a pretty significant gem. According to the internet, the sapphire symbolizes wisdom, royalty, prophecy and divine favour. It's a symbol of power and strength, but also of kindness and wise judgement. Which just fits Danny PERFECTLY in this prompt, imo.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #tw: human experimentation #danny is kidnapped by the giw #they use his core as a weapon against humans and ghosts alike #the ancients are absolutely furious #they use their aspects of reality and rain chaos on the living world while they search for their lost king #the justice league step in but are not on the side they should be at first #constantine barging in on the battle only to just hand over the king's core with little explanation on how he got it #danny is ghost king #danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #prompt #sleepy-writes-stuff

[eremin0109]

"oh but the matter of same-sex marriage legalization is so complex with many different dimensio--" just what exactly is so complex about wanting to marry the person that you love? what? that we'd have to amend a couple dozen laws to accommodate the change? this constitution was CREATED for the most diverse nation in the world, you think we're incapable of making those few changes? of course not!

then what? it's against the ancient indian culture and ethos? seriously? do these so-called "protectionists" of our traditions not know that our Gods themselves were gender-fluid? there are more instances of homosexual and homoromantic relationships in Hinduism than in any other major faith in the world, between prominent deities no less. throughout medieval and contemporary history too, the Indian subcontinent has always been an inclusive place, when even the ostracized communities of the world found their home.

So, why is it that only now we can't take care of our own?

#i was so disheartened to hear that judgment by the SC #it was such a damn shame #but the traditionalists make me so furious like are you even aware of your own fucking culture? #im not painting ancient India to be some sort of gay heaven #im just saying that no where in our texts is homosexuality explicitely called a “sin” #its just so frustrating to go online and see these people who have absolutely no clue what they're talking about #fuck this shit #homosexuality #same sex marriage #same sex marriage india #same sex marriage legalization #desiblr

[ventique18]

When grandma Maleficia hears that her grandson is planning to propose, she thinks it's time to hand over one of the greatest heirlooms in their family.

Grandma: "It is your turn to hold on to this, dear. Your mother used it to propose to her husband, as I did to mine. This tradition dates back to the very first Draconia: the Thorn Witch herself. May this bring you everlasting happiness and a lifetime of blessings."

🐉: "Many thanks, my most kindly grandmother. May our glory give me strength."

... And he dismantles it to repurpose it into a design he made himself. Absolutely crumbles the huge gem into pieces because he thinks it's tacky and waaaay too unfashionable for his future spouse to wear on their beautiful finger.

But his main reason?

"My family's history is part of me, but it is not me. I am offering myself for my beloved to accept, and so this ring must be a reflection of who I am."

When grandma heard of what her idiot of a grandson did to an artifact that predates even the most ancient of civilizations, she was livid. Extremely furious. She had to order an entire reconstruction work to her castle because the amount of damage her outburst did to it was beyond anyone's magical ability to repair.

But when she calmed down and received a photo of the moment Malleus slipped on the ring to his beloved's finger, a little smile crept on her lips.

"... Not bad."

Perhaps it was time for a little fashion update for the rickety old thing, after all.

#twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #malleus draconia #maleficia draconia #malleus x reader

[doumadono]

Sinful Sunday Request, your writing is amazing😊!!!! Just thinking about Sekido with a fem! S/o, who has a personality that is his complete opposite. Gentle, caring, patient, the whole nine yards. At least, that is what the other clones see. In the bedroom though? She is an absolute dominating beast who is not afraid to hurt Sekido (we all know this man is a huge masochist so it works very well for him). She is not afraid to make him bleed, to mark him completely to the point where even his regeneration is slowing down, he's a complete mess, and he knows that she doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon, not that he's complaining......... he was being a brat anyways so this is very well deserved. What can he say? The thought of such punishments excite him.

Bonus if she can all but rival his strength. A woman who is patient with him, but not afraid to hurt him and toss him around? Yes please.

Warnings: face slapping, dom-sub, mentions of blood

SINFUL SUNDAY

Nestled near the outskirts of an ancient village, surrounded by the whispers of rustling leaves and the distant hum of nature, was a quaint hut that Sekido and his fellow clones called home. This secluded spot provided a semblance of solace from the demands of their training and the prying eyes of others.

Living amidst these otherworldly beings tested the boundaries of your understanding and patience on daily basis.

That evening, you found yourself seated in the corner, desperately trying to mend a tear in your worn-out cloak. The room was charged with tension as the clones became increasingly aggressive, locked in a heated argument about the latest mission assigned to Hantengu by Lord Muzan.

Urogi scowled, vehemently declaring, "This mission was a suicide run! Lord Muzan was testing us, and I wouldn't fall for it!"

Karaku, equally enraged, retorted, "You were just a coward, 'Rogi. We needed to prove ourselves. I wouldn't back down from any challenge, khe-khe!"

Their voices clashed, filling the room with a palpable sense of discord. Aizetsu attempted to mediate, saying, "All of you, calm down! We needed a strategy, not a shouting match. Let's think this through. Your argument is making me so sad."

Sekido scoffed, "Strategy, eh? We should've just charged in and been done with it, for fuck's sake. None of this overthinking nonsense!"

You, realizing that your attempts at sewing were futile amidst the chaos, decided to interject. "Hey, could you all just take a breather and figure this out calmly? You were on the same team, after all?"

Urogi shot you an annoyed glance. "Stay out of this, human. This was none of your business."

Sekido's face contorted with anger as he unleashed a torrent of furious words at Urogi, who had spoken to you in a disrespectful manner. "What the hell do you think you're doing, talking to her like that? Have some damn respect!"

You, attempting to maintain composure, interjected, "Hey, guys, let's calm down. There's no need for this argument."

Ignoring your attempt to defuse the situation, Urogi shot back at Sekido, "Mind your own business, Sekido! I can talk to this bitch however I want."

Sekido, now incensed, raised his voice even louder, "No one talks to her like that, you idiot, but me! She's fucking mine. Show some decency!"

You stepped in again, blinking as you heard Sekido's words. "Excuse me?! Let's just stop this shit, now."

Your attempts at diplomacy fell on deaf ears, and soon, Sekido was screaming at you, his frustration reaching a boiling point. The room echoed with the intensity of their argument, leaving you caught in the crossfire of a heated confrontation that seemed to have no end in sight. Sighing, you acknowledged that your sewing project would have to wait as you couldn't focus anymore.

The clones continued their heated debate, each voice contributing to the chaotic symphony of dissent.

Eventually, Sekido, with a brooding expression, retreated to his bedroom, the door closing firmly behind him.

As time passed, the rest of the clones dispersed to their own rooms, seeking solace in the privacy of their thoughts. The echoes of the confrontation still resonated, leaving a palpable sense of unease in the air.

After a moment, when the corridors had cleared, you cautiously made your way to Sekido's door. There was a tentative knock, and then you entered, finding him sitting on his futon.

As you entered the dimly lit bedroom, the atmosphere shifted. The facade of the caring and patient partner you portrayed around his counterparts transformed into a subtle anticipation that hung in the air.

Sekido, though accustomed to the dichotomy, felt a heightened sense of awareness.

The moment the door closed behind you, the gentle exterior gave way to a commanding presence. "Strip," you commanded, your voice echoing in the confined space. The flicker of candles cast dancing shadows across the room.

Sekido, though stoic, followed your directive without protest, in silence. He turned to you, a question forming on his lips, but you silenced him with a single, demanding look.

The air thickened with anticipation as you approached, your movements deliberate and purposeful as you took off your attire, letting it fall to the ground. It was a side of you that Sekido both feared and craved.

"Get on your knees," you commanded, your tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The red-eyed deamon, though initially taken aback, complied without hesitation, his eyes locking onto yours.

You reached the small closet where you stored your belongings as Sekido watched, silently awaiting your next move. You retrieved the leather whip from its place. Upon returning to Sekido, you admonished him, "You've behaved poorly today, speaking to me disrespectfully in the presence of your peers."

Slap! A swift crack echoed through the air as the leather whip struck his left shoulder, leaving a small cut that began to seep blood.

Sekido's expression contorted into a disapproving frown. "Do you believe that striking me with this implement will leave any impact, woman? You're nothing more than a weakling, after all."

Slap! The whip found its mark on his right shoulder, and this time the impact carried more strength and calculation.

"Conduct yourself and communicate with me in a manner befitting, or I won't be as lenient next time!" You warned. Then you walked up to Sekido and knelt in fron of him, taking his cock in your hand. "Already hard I see," you commented. "You like being my bitch, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," the demon replied truthfully; his cock growing even harder as you held it in the palm of your hand.

"I can tell," you said as you wrapped your fingers round his dick and gave it a loving squeeze.

Sekido let out a pathetic whimper. He experienced a profound sense of discomfort – a demon subjected to degradation at the hands of a mere human! Despite his intense aversion to the situation, there existed an unsettling pleasure in the sensation.

"On the futn," you ordered, and Sekido obeyed.

After he reclined, you knelt beside him, taking his dick in your hand and gently stroking it. "I expect an apology for today," you asserted.

Reluctantly, Sekido offered his apology.

You released your grip, cradling his erect dick in the palm of your hand. In a sudden, assertive motion, your other hand ascended and descended sharply, delivering a resounding slap to his swollen shaft.

"FUCK!" Sekido whined. "Oh, you fucking…" he snorted, but you didn't let him finish the sentence.

Your fingers delivered another resounding smack onto Sekido's dick. Twice more, you raised your hand, and twice more, the forceful impact reverberated on the engorged flesh. The vivid, searing pain radiating through his shaft surged intensely through his entire body.

"Fuck! I'm… Sorry!" He raised his voice.

"You forgot something."

"I'm sorry, mistress!"

"Good boy." You resumed the gentle caress of his dick, and before long, your lips enveloped the erect shaft, engaging in an intense and fervent act of oral pleasure while helping yourself with one hand caressing his heavy balls.

Sekido emitted low, guttural grunts, a primal resonance emanating from deep within his chest, as he attempted to slip a hand into your hair.

With a resounding pop, you withdrew, slapping his dick once more. "Don't you dare lay a finger on me, brat," you declared.

He grunted unhappily but reluctantly withdrew his hands.

Continuing to pleasure his dick with your mouth, you skillfully glided the tip of your tongue beneath the prominent vein along his shaft, eliciting a response as his cock began to twitch. It was only at this moment that you straddled him, effortlessly guiding his firm dick into your cunny.

You set a brisk rhythm, energetically riding him with a continuous up-and-down motion, occasionally delivering a cheeky slap to his face. "You're quite the brat, Sekido," you remarked, intensifying the pace. "Disregarding your girlfriend in front of others. How pathetic."

His gaze was fixed on the rhythmic bounce of your breasts as you moved along his shaft; the sight of you astride him, skillfully riding, was making his dick throb even harder. "I fucking apologized, woman."

You grinned, delivering a firmer slap to his face. "It doesn't change the fact that you behaved like the real brat you are."

As he approached the brink of orgasm, you teasingly withdrew his dick almost entirely from your pussy, leaving just the tip nestled in the warmth. "Uh-uh, you won't climax until I permit it."

Sekido let out a loud curse in response. "Fuck, darling!"

You firmly gripped his shaft, squeezing it hard; it drew a pained moan from his lips. "I explicitly told you to abandon this demeanor, didn't I?" you reminded.

The demon merely nodded in acknowledgment.

You skillfully teased him in that manner for a solid half-hour. By that point, your pussy was swollen, and your clitoris so sensitized that each movement of your hips, urging his dick deeper within you, collided with your moans of pleasure and Sekido's guttural groans.

Eventually, you dismounted, lying on your back and parting your legs. "Fuck me and make me cum, and maybe, just maybe, I'll contemplate forgiving your behaviour."

Sekido pressed your legs apart with the leverage of his knee, swiftly pushing himself back into you, establishing a vigorous and unyielding tempo. The tip of his dick grazed your cervix with each forceful thrust. Before long, guttural grunts emanated from him, particularly accentuated when your sharp nails raked down his back, leaving behind a trail of bloody marks.

In no time, he released deep within your pussy; the runny, warm cum cascading through your velvety walls, accompanied by Sekido's primal growls reminiscent of a wild creature. Collapsing atop you, he pressed kisses to the sensitive crook of your neck. "Will you forgive me?"

Seizing a handful of his hair, you forcefully yanked his head back, delivering another resounding slap to his face. A mischievous grin played on your lips as you snarled, "Oh, Sekido, I'm far from finished with you. Better play the part of a good and obedient boy for your human mistress for the rest of the night, and your deeds may be forgiven."

#doumadonos sinful sunday 🔥 #sinful sunday #anime smut #divider by cafekitsune #sekido smut #sekido #hantengu clones #sekido x reader #sekido x y/n #sekido x you #kny smut #demon slayer smut #sekido kny #kny sekido #kny x reader #kny x y/n #demon slayer x reader

[instant-delusions]

omg imagine like... Muzan and Shy Hashira! reader get together before the big fight (reader is very charismatic when drunk)

and then when they meet again in the big fight, reader suddenly remembers their hot and steamy moment together- IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THAT WOULD BE FCFGHVHVCGFCFGVG

istg the rizz ppl have once they drink...(me)

muzan x shy! hashira! reader

cw: mentions of sex & alcohol, blood/gore from the battle, cursing

𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊

the explosion of ubuyashiki's estate was so loud, it stirred you right out of your hungover sleep. your crow was croaking manically, screaming for you to take your sword and get your ass over to the fight. it was very disorienting, you were at some inn, alcohol on your breath and you were cuddling your nichirin. also, the bottom of your uniform was missing...what happened? you couldn't remember yesterday at all.

shooting up, you grabbed a night-hakama and your sword, jumping out the window and making your way to the battle. the clinking of swords could be heard and the metallic scent of blood was in the air, as well as shouting and groaning. "y/n!" an angry scream that you identified as obanai's. turning to him, you saw his butchered state. "what the FUCK is wrong with you? fight already!" he screeched. unable to form words from the humiliation of being called out, you started to observe the battlefield and took off to where the action was.

mitsuri was in the middle of cutting somebody's arm off, but then you noticed the absolutely overwhelming aura of the demon, the murderous intent coming from it, you've never felt something so dangerous before. it had to be muzan. not wasting time, you activated a breathing style, trying to support her attacks.

"oh?" you heard him say with a slightly amused tone, though you were completely focused on moving smoothly. internally you were screaming, you barely became a hashira a few months ago and this is your first big fight?? where are the others? "you're the drunk girl I slept with yesterday." muzan said while looking at you. in response, you furrowed your eyebrows, face turning red from anger and embarrassment. what a stupid, childish joke. mitsuri glanced at you for a second, mirroring your furious expression. "shut up!" she shouted, but muzan threw her against one of the house's walls, which meant it was you against him now. you've got no chance, praying for gyomei or even sanemi to turn up, you returned to a fighting position, standing wobbly in fear.

"don't you remember, doll?" he stroked your cheek, it almost felt gentle, but his long nails dug into your soft skin. "the way you screamed for me to keep going?" he grinned, the look almost boyish, cocky for his ancient age. there's no way! you tried to fish in your foggy mind, surely you did sleep with someone in your drunken stupor, but not muzan!

in the back of your mind, a pale hand trailing your thigh, lips intertwining with cold ones, a sharp bite on your neck and a low voice. "hmm?" muzan mused, cocking his head. he lowered his head, dangerously close to your blushing face.

"you remember? or shall I make you?"

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kny #kny oneshots #demon slayer oneshots #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x reader #kny x y/n #demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji x reader

[alastor-simp]

How Do They Apologize To You When They Make You Upset/Mad Part 1/2 - Riddle Rosehearts

‼️This is the reverse version of this series with the twst characters apologizing to you. Riddles chapter will be two parts as its very long. Enjoy :)

"Y/N! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!?", You froze in fear, and turned your head to look at Riddle as he was walking towards you with an angry look on his face. He approached you in his signature dorm leader uniform, with his cape flowing behind him, and a piece of paper in his hand, which he was gripping tightly. He stood in front of you, with his arms crossed with the same angry look on his face. "Is there something wrong Riddle?", you looked at Riddle and started fidgeting with your hands; despite how use you had gotten to Riddle's outbursts, he still made you nervous when his anger was directed towards you. Riddle continued to glare at you, as he took out the piece of paper he was holding, revealing it to be a failed exam from Professor Trein's class that you had gotten this week, and apparently forgotten to have grabbed it, when you left the classroom. "You failed an exam in history, and you did not bring it to my attention! You have broken rule #2 of the Queen of Hearts Rules; "If students are to receive a failing grade from a class, they must bring it to the attention of the dorm leader or vice dorm leader." What have you to say for yourself Y/N?" Riddle's face was slowly starting to resemble a tomato, as you continued to fidget under Riddle's gaze. "I apologize Riddle. I know you are upset about me failing my exam, but I didn't want to bring it to your attention because I didn't want you to be upset." You said as your eyes glanced towards the ground, unable to look Riddle in the face. "Hmph, it's no excuse that you have broken the rules, and for that you will be punished." Riddle crossed his arms and gave you a glare as you tried to explain yourself to the Riddle. 'I-I tried my best! I swear to you, I was studying everyday, hoping to pass that exam." You lifted your head to look at Riddle, explaining to him that you still tried, despite not getting the results you wanted. Riddle looked at you with an unimpressed look, not buying what you were saying; "If you studied everyday, then why does your grade contradict your actions? There will be no excuse for this and punishment will be to write a 500 word essay about why "Rule #2 is important. Failure to fulfill your punishment will be OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!" Riddle angry red faced appeared when he is pissed, but you yourself was starting to get furious. "I'm not like you.", You said quietly and your hands balled into fists. Riddle's barely heard what you said and ordered you to speak up. "I SAID I'M NOT LIKE YOU!", you screamed back at him, eyes filled with rage and your face closely resembling Riddle's. Riddle angry face vanished and turned into one of shock, not expecting you to scream at him and having a similar side to him as well. "I'M NOT LIKE YOU WHO GETS PERFECT GRADES AND EXCELS IN EVERYTHING THEY DO! I'M TRYING TO DO MY BEST SINCE I'M NOT FROM THIS WOR𝘓D AND KNOWS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT MAGIC AND ANCIENT HISTORY. YOU COULD HAVE JUST TALKED TO ME ABOUT MY EXAM GRADE AND OFFERED TO HELP ME FOR THE NEXT UPCOMING EXAM, BUT APPARENTLY YOU CARE MORE ABOUT THE RULES AND OFFING MY HEAD!!" Tears began to stream down your face as Riddle listened to you rage, and then his heart began to ache as he felt horrible for making you cry. "Y/N I—", Riddle tried to reach out towards you, but you just shook your head, and started to run down the hallway, tears still streaming down your face. "Y/N wait!", Riddle reached his hand out to stop you, but you had already ran out of the hallway, away from him. Riddle leaned against the wall, putting one of his hands on his head, thinking about what had just happened: "What have I done?"

#riddle rosehearts #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst riddle #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst disney #riddle rosehearts x reader #part 1/2 #heartslabyul x reader #heartslaybul #twst angst #heartslabyul 🌹 #riddle x yuu #riddle x y/n

[iamaboredpotatonugget]

Ginny Weasley Dealing With The Inherent Trauma of Being Possessed by Voldemort For a Year Fics

"There has been no lasting harm done, Ginny," said Dumbledore.

Ginny Weasley's life after the Chamber of Secrets, because Dumbledore always was a well-meaning liar.

She may miss Harry so much it hurts, and she may be absolutely furious with him for leaving her so cut up and in this mess that is her life, but she’ll be damned if she’s to do nothing while the world falls apart around her.

No, Ginny Weasley doesn’t fall apart.

She fights.

Ginny Weasley fought a demon in her head during her first year at Hogwarts and lost.

Eventually, Harry killed that part of Voldemort's soul, but things like that always leave scars.

It was not Harry’s heroism, Ron’s desperation, her mother’s love, or her brothers’ toilet seat humor that brought her back (though the toilet seat helped). Ginny breathed deep at night. She wept. She remembered how to rage. She snuck out at night and stole each of her brothers’ brooms in turn. She took to the skies and brought herself back to life.

And then she was laughing, but it was more like crying, with the big useless breaths she kept having to take. She held onto Harry’s arms very tight.

Maybe, she thought, and the thought was sudden and strange to her, she wasn’t always going to have dry eyes.

There are scars, of course, but no one else notices.

This is her rebirth. Ginny Weasley died on the floor of a dark wet chamber in an ancient castle, clutching a diary to her chest. She is reborn in the dry hotness of a country summer, outside, tossing a diary to the flames.

“As I was saying, you’re killing yourself for me, and I really do appreciate it. So how about I give you a parting gift? Anything you’d like, within reason.”

“A kiss,” she says without hesitation.

It’s all over the school by dinnertime: Ginny Weasley’s boggart is a boy.

“It’s okay to still be upset about it, you know,” Harry murmured, hand still held against her cheek. “Just because it’s over doesn’t mean that you’re over it.”

And that was the crux of the matter, wasn’t it?

It was over and everyone just assumed that meant that she was over it. She had healed okay on the outside, she hadn’t died though she had come so close, so she must be okay on the inside too, right?

#fanfic #fanfic rec #ao3 link #ao3 recs #fandom #ginny weasley #ginny potter #voldemort #lord voldemort #ginny x tom #harry potter fanfic rec #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #tom riddle #horcrux #possession #ginevra weasley #chamber of secrets

[gothhobbithoe]

What tv shows/films the Fellowship would watch:

Gandalf: Ok so Gandalf loves his true crime, he's always listening to podcasts and watching true crime tiktok. He also loves the cosy old lady crime dramas such as Poirot or Marple. Gandalf also enjoys hospital dramas. Basically if there's drama he's here for it.

Frodo: Frodo loves his period dramas, Bridgerton, Downton abbey, Call the Midwife all that jazz. He loves the old fashioned scandals and dramas. Will cry if a character dies.

Sam: Now sam loves his cooking shows, espcially Masterchef or Bake off and will attempt the challenges if he's feeling really inspired. He also loves gardening shows, you know the really british one where they speak in soft whispers so they don't distrurb the bees.

Pippin: Pippin is an absolutely a sci-fi fan, Dr Who, Star Wars, Star Trek you name it he's watched it. and yes he will talk in great detail about it. He's also obsessed with Marvel and has already decided what member of the avengers each fellowship member is. (Gandalf is Nick Fury)

Merry: Fantasy and horror all the way. He's more into dark fantasy like Game of Thrones but will watch Merlin and other shows to give himself a break from the gritty shows. He will also watch horror until he scares himself but he wont admit that to anyone not even Pippin. Also partial to a good zombie show. Knows all of American Horror Story off by heart.

Boromir: Secret Disney fan but can't let anyone else know. Also enjoys a good comedy show, stand up comedy or the comedy shows with his silly humour. He also loves Action films like Top Gun, Die Hard and John Wicks, has watched all the Fast and Furious films.

Legolas: Loves nature documentaires and finds David Attenborough's voice so soothing. He also enjoys a good fashion/makeover show and has binge watch RuPaul's Drag Race too many times to count (him and Thranduil watch it together)

Gimli: Now Gimli loves his history shows, you know the types that your dad watched on a saturday. Deep dive into the pyramids, Time Team, fancy graphics and digging up bones. Mainly about ancient structures and buildings really. He loves the ancient egyptians and has so many facts about their culture and their buildings. He also loves a good historical drama, as long as it's accurate.

Aragorn: Survival shows, Bear Grylls, Ed Stafford etc. He loves watching their shows and getting tips for future quests. He also enjoys shows about people who live int he wild e.g Alaskan Bush People as it give him nostalgia of his Strider days.

#this was silly but couldnt get it out my head #the fellowship #the fellowship of the ring #lotr #gandalf #frodo #sam #pippin #merry #aragorn #gimli #boromir #legolas

[mrs-gauche]

Fire, blood and ouroboros...

So the other day, I was thinking about this "almost ouroboros" artifact thing again that was shown in the netflix Absolution trailer...

I’m calling it “almost ouroboros”, because usually an ouroboros is depicted with one serpent eating its own tail, rather than two eating each other, as it’s also seen in the title of the netflix show.

But as some people have already pointed out, the ouroboros symbol also appears in a few other places throughout the series. For one, it is seen on the ground in the scene with Flemeth and Kieran in the Fade. Note that it is drawn in blood, almost like it’s part of a ritual, especially with how they’re both standing in its center when Flemeth takes the Old God soul from Kieran (keep this in mind! I’ll get back to this in a minute 👀).

When I noticed that this symbol in particular also looked a little familiar to me... So I went back and took another look at the scene at the Temple of Mythal, when the Inquisitor drinks from the Well of Sorrows, an act that inevitably binds them (or Morrigan) to Mythal's will.

(Putting the rest under the cut, because.. you know the drill, I’m incapable of ever writing a short post. 😂💀)

So I took my beloved flycam tool, to try and get a closer look at the symbol that appears for only a second on the Inquisitor's face, the moment Mythal’s will is forced upon them after they drank from the Well.

Which got me so curious that I eventually went into the files and searched out the exact texture asset that was used in this scene (which btw took me way longer than I want to admit 😶)...

And lo and behold, it actually turns out to be the same symbol! Or rather... one of them, because the symbol actually seems to be part of a set of three different symbols that can all be found within the same file.

And there it is!

Additionally, in that same scene with Kieran in the Fade, the symbol is also yet again seen when Morrigan is about to attack Flemeth, which she can easily prevent by forcing the Inquisitor to grab Morrigan, as Flemeth seems to have full control over the Inquisitor’s (or Morrigan’s) body now.

Later on, the Inquisitor can also tame and bind their own (or rather Mythal’s) dragon in order to defeat Corypheus, showing the symbol again.

Solas will be furious if the Inquisitor drank from the Well, despite calling Mythal "the best of the elven gods". He’ll also explain to us how the Inquisitor is now "Mythal's creature" and that everything they'll do from now on will be, “whether they know it or not”, in her will. Which is to say, the very definition of enslavement.

(Someone speaking from experience here, Sir? I mean, if the “Solas was once himself a slave of Mythal” theory is true (“He did not want a body, but she asked him to come. He left a scar when he burned her off his face.”), it would definitely give his reaction to the well and how he values free will above everything (as well as his entire flippin rebellion and all of his dialogue regarding binding for that matter) a whole other layer. Especially when being asked to drink from the well himself, when he’s like “No. Do not ask me again.” so instantaneous and snappy, as if to say “For f*ck’s sake, I’ve been through this once, I’m NOT doing it again??” 😂)

I guess, what I’m trying to say is.. what if the scene we saw at the Well of Sorrows was something very similar to the ritual that was performed in times of Elvhenan by the Evanuris, in order to mark their slaves with their vallaslin and bind them to their will, just like the Inquisitor or Morrigan were bound to Mythal?

And all that got me thinking... 

If this ouroboros symbol, that is somewhat magically "branded" on the Inquisitor at the Well of Sorrows, is not just some random asset, but actually supposed to resemble ancient slave markings... Isn't it curious then, that the word "vallaslin", which, as far as we know, was already used back in ancient times, also translates to "blood writing", when the ritual we saw at the well doesn't actually involve.. any blood?

(And for the sake of clarification, for the Dalish this term does make sense of course, as the practice used to apply the vallaslin in present Thedas is likely to resemble that of traditional tattooing (unless some kind of magic is involved?). In real life, some tribal cultures traditionally created tattoos by cutting designs into the skin and rubbing the resulting wound with ink, ashes or other agents. Some cultures create tattooed marks by hand-tapping the ink into the skin using sharpened sticks or animal bones (made like needles) with clay formed disks for example. We’ve actually seen a glimpse of this practice in the latest comic series.)

Going back to the ouroboros however, because this is where it gets interesting!

Remember how the ouroboros symbol was drawn in blood in that scene with Flemeth and Kieran in the Fade, in which the setting is also displaying a generally super bloody, gruesome scenery of someone (apparently a statue of Dirthamen, but I’m not sure if that’s supposed to hold any deeper meaning) being stabbed in the back with a sword. A reference to Mythal being betrayed and murdered maybe, given the context of this scene?

(That’s a lot of effing blood.... Sneaky BioWare using level design to tell an untold story?)

And while we’re at it, I just want to point out the level of symbolism on display here, like, literally the first thing you’ll see when entering this part of the Fade, is this giant hand holding the ropes of some hanged corpses like little puppets. It’s quite literally Mythal pulling the strings, directing the course of history and controlling people behind the curtains for ages like a puppeteer. 👀

But let’s go back to the bloody ouroboros on the ground, because that same symbol also appears in relation to someone else's blood.

The Magrallen, a magical device dating back to ancient times, used Maric's Great dragon blood, which he is said to have because many ages ago, his ancestor, King Calenhad made a bargain with a "mysterious witch", *cough* Flemeth *cough*, to drink the blood of a Great dragon, granting him immense powers. Thus making the Theirin bloodline so special (and also part of the reason why Flemeth was so invested in saving Alistair’s butt at Ostagar? lol). BUT.. There is another certain ancient artifact that, if used in a ritual with fire of a Great dragon combined with a source of lyrium, will also grant special powers.

The sarcophagus seen in the latest Blue Wraith and Dark Fortress comic series, which was not only used on Fenris to brand him with lyrium infused markings...

...but also on Shirallas in combination with red lyrium, turning him into something like a mad berserker, that was pretty much invincible as long as he was in possession of the sword produced by the red lyrium idol. It also caused them both to lose almost all of their memories prior to the ritual.

Fenris recalls that the sarcophagus would drew in whatever source of lyrium was being placed onto it (in their cases, lyrium-laced weapons) and carve it into their skin.

Take a closer look at this sarcophagus. Maybe I'm just seeing things, but.. doesn't that design look KINDA familiar?

*takes deep breath* The sarcophagus was also specifically built only for elves, seeing as it will turn humans into walking lyrium time bombs, who will literally blow up minutes after the ritual is performed.

So, to reiterate real quick, in order to perform this ritual and create elven super soldiers, you need what? - a LOT of lyrium (with the color of your choice lol) - a Great dragon (/blood?) and a LOT of FIRE

And I know someone who conveniently had access to both of these things... Mythal, who was not only the first to kill the Titans and mine their blood in HUMONGOUS amounts, as we've seen in the Deep Roads section in Trespasser, but also just so happens to be always depicted as a flippin dragon.

"They made bodies from the Earth. And the Earth was afraid."

"He did not want a body but she asked him to come."

"The lyrium sang thought into being."

"The blood of dragons is the blood of the world."

Why was Mythal called "the Mother"?

Because she was the eldest of the pantheon? Because she was the leader and actual mother of some of the other “gods”? Because of her caring and fierce nature, representing Justice and the “Great Protector” of the People? 

OR was it because Mythal was the first to kill the Titans, giving her access to mine their blood and use their lyrium combined with her fire to somehow create bodies for spirits to manifest, essentially "giving birth" to their physical form and binding/enslaving them. But you know what that would also imply? The vallaslin is called “blood writing“ and again, as far as we know, that term was already used back in ancient times. If bodies were created in a similar ritual with something like this sarcophagus, then I feel like lyrium - Titan's blood - was more essential to the elves than we think... Was the vallaslin of ancient times more like infused lyrium markings like we’ve seen on Fenris or Shirallas? Or was it even more than that?

...Leaving it at that for now (because initially, this was the part where it would dawn on me that BioWare must’ve taken a ton of inspiration from Greek mythology and I would go into excruciating detail about that subject for some reason... before I realized that I was going waaay off-topic and decided to make it an entirely seperate post for another day 😂). So.. anyway. *deletes twenty paragraphs of text* lol

Instead, let us look at some other mentions of the serpent in DA lore, or rather different meanings of the ouroboros symbol in mythology and how this could connect to the lore.

In one Dalish legend for instance, Mythal takes the form of a great serpent to fight Andruil, who had fallen to madness from the Void, at the base of a mountain.

Belenas, the mountain which is said to have stood at the center of the world, was destroyed in the battle between Korth the Mountain Father and the serpent Nathramar in a tale of the Avvar, leaving only a vast crater behind which would later become Lake Calenhad when the Lady of the Skies “filled it with her tears” (which I believe was actually Mythal whose blood dripped in the lake, but that’s a whole other story for yet another day.. 👀).

And of course, the first thing that comes to mind when talking about serpents in DA would probably be the very banner of the Tevinter Imperium.

The serpent itself is also often associated with immortality, when it’s biting its tails to form a circle and a spiral when it’s coiled. Both circles and spirals were seen as symbols of eternity.

On the contrary, it can also represent the cyclical nature of life and death, life feeding on itself in the act of creation.

The Chantry believes lyrium to be the emerald waters of the Fade, the very substance of creation itself, from which the Maker fashioned the world.

In Tevinter Nights, the Dread Wolf says this: "You use my Idol carelessly, to vandalize the sea of dreams, and in doing so, you threaten all creation." The red lyrium idol is very likely depicting Mythal’s death. Not to mention the whole creation of physical forms we’ve talked about earlier.

In Nordic myth, evil was symbolised by the serpent (which was actually a dragon) Nidhogg, literally the “Dread Biter” (*wheezing* no kidding), who coiled around one of the three roots of Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life.

Mythal’s vallaslin resembles tree branches and in visions of her victory over the Titans in Trespasser, it mentions flourishing vegetation that would make habitability/colonization of the earth possible.

“In this place we prepare to hunt the pillars of the earth. Their workers scurry, witless, soulless. This death will be a mercy. We will make the earth blossom with their passing.”

“For a moment, the scent of blood fills the air, and there is a vivid image of green vines growing and enveloping a sphere of fire.”

“For one moment, there is a vivid image of two overlapping spheres; unknown flowers bloom inside their centers. Then it fades.”

And yet again, fire and blood is being brought up in Mythal’s conquering.

And finally, in ancient Greek mythology (which, as I mentioned before, was very likely the inspiration for a lot of stuff regarding the ancient elves), the ouroboros is often interpreted as a symbol not only for the cycle of life, death and rebirth, but also the transmigration of souls.

In most beliefs involving reincarnation, the soul is seen as immortal and the only thing that becomes perishable is the body. Upon death, the soul becomes transmigrated into a new body to live again. The term transmigration means passing the soul from one body to another after death.

Hmmm... Doesn’t that sound familiar? 👀 Looking at the Archdemons.. and Corypheus.. and Mythal.. and the secret of effective immortality...?

I’ve talked a little bit about it on here before, but if we take into account Solas’ very suspicious use of the word “soul” in relation to spirits and everything having to do with the Void/Abyss, also called the “Well of all Souls” in the Canticle of Andraste, the same place where, according to Solas, spirits are reborn and the whole creation of physical forms... then I feel like I’ve found yet another argument for why the spirits are the souls that Solas wants to save by tearing down the Veil.

And if we go back to the very beginning of this post with all of this in mind now... isn’t it interesting how Flemeth and Kieran are standing in the very center of the ouroboros symbol, in a place where the entire level design could be a reference to Mythal’s death, when Flemeth takes the Old God soul from Kieran?

If I ever get around to write my ultimate tinfoil theory on what I think the Old God souls and the Blights truly are, and any of that turns out to be true.. then hoooo boy, let’s just say, Mythal is. s h a d y.

So to conclude, whether it’s intentional or not, no matter what myths or piece of lore we’re looking at, the ouroboros symbol can be connected to so many aspects of what we know of Mythal and the ancient elves (and I feel like this whole post can be summed up with this one meme 😂)...

I know there aren’t any grand revelations here, but I think it was fun to just gather all these tidbits in one place and if you really read all of this, thank you so much and feel free to tell me what you think of all this? 😁

#dragon age #dragon age absolution #mythal #solas #blue wraith #dark fortress #tevinter nights #tinfoil time #writing this post at 1am resulted in me picturing dragon mama Mythal in an apron.. #..putting her little spirits into sarcophagi like cookie dough on a baking tray.. #..roasting them with her fire on her ancient oven powered by lyrium.. #..and out come freshly baked elven bodies lmaoo #I should probably get some sleep....

[dduane]

Sfsjshdjshs Diane Duane is here?! Your books were such a big part of my childhood. 🥰🥰🥰 I especially loved your young wizard stories. They dared to be weird in a world of more “marketable,” “palatable,”consumable literature that didn’t take any chances.

They’re a big reason I dare to be weird today. Thank you!

You’re absolutely welcome. :)

I have to say that when I first started writing the Young Wizards books, my publishers didn’t seem overly concerned about them being weird. They seemed happy that they were new and interesting… even a bit challenging.

Back then—as in the 1970s/1980s, bless them—at least some of our publishers were bolder than they seem to be these days. They often seemed to believe that good writing should be allowed to shoulder the weight of passing strange-ish new ideas on to a new readership… and that the readership was smart enough to handle what those new ideas seemed to be saying about the world.

Over the last few/four/five decades, the world has changed around us. (eyeroll) All around the world at the moment, people (who usually haven’t been taught to be better) are being encouraged to be cruel to different people, odd people, weird people, thoughtful-but-not-in-the-usual-ways people.

This being the case, it seems to me as if it’s time for folks generally to take a deep breath and do the thing you hoped (as a child) you’d never have to do: stand up for the weird. Many of us would, in the ancient day, have run and hidden rather than do that. Now we no longer have the luxury.

You may not do it perfectly. (Some correctly notable names in our field catch grief even now for their early inclusiveness not being “good enough” by today’s standards.) But this kind of nitpicking is something we have no time to indulge, especially if we’re currently doing the best we can with the data and advice we have at hand in the here and now. 

So: be weird, and (because you would anyway) while standing up for the weird, let people know what you’re doing, and why. Mind yourself when you do, for in this world we now inhabit it’s not always safe to be weird, or even to talk about it. But you’re the one best equipped to tell the rest of us what you’re thinking, and you have a right to be heard.

My only caveat about this: Work to communicate your thinking with the greatest clarity you can manage… and read liberally among those who’re gifted at this art, to learn how to do it better. Do your very best to make it impossible for the people to whom you’re talking to, or for whom you’re writing, to mistake what you mean. Unfortunately, all around us seethes a great furious pool of those who seek to put the worst possible construction on your words, thereby to further their own agendas.

…They’re going to do this anyway, of course. But make them work for it. By and large the enemies of the Weird are unclear on how to use Language to its best advantage. (We should all be grateful for small mercies…) In the meantime, what else can I say but: good hunting. :)

(…And a last word: at the Young Wizards end of things, I’m not done yet. See youngwizards.com for details... especially about works you haven’t read yet: and about the YW fandom, which is small but quite, quite vital.) :)

#Young Wizards #weirdness

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #163

1. Hello! Thank you for the work you do! I have lost a fic on archiveofourown (it seems to have been deleted) but I'm wondering if anyone knows if it's been posted somewhere else or if there are any copies out there that are ok to be shared pls? It's an Aziraphale and Crowley through the ages but with the twist of it being Aziraphale's discorporated spirit trying to find its way back through time to modern day Crowley (with the premise being that Adam never recorporated Aziraphale after Armageddon). Thank you so much!! - @tumbl3w33d

2. My beloved bestie, I'm looking for a fic I've read in 2019, it's a priest Aziraphale AU, it's very gloomy and melancholic, Crowley is going through it as always, the one specific detail I remember is that they go on a date and visit the Barbican Centre because Crowley loves brutalism - @hiperfixationqueen

3. hello!! years ago, pre series, i read some book where crowley is stuck in hell and aziraphale sort of lightheartedly stumbles his way down through dante's inferno to rescue him. at some point he's possessed by his sword and the story gets somewhat more serious? i can't even remember if it was good or not, but i've been wanting to read it again for absolute ages and i can't find it for the life of me. i hope that was enough info!! thanks again so much for the help!! - anon

4. hello there! i've been trying to track down a fic where heaven and hell get in a competition around the 60s over music, because rock n' roll has a lot of sway over human minds. and aziraphale ends up inspiring 'turn, turn, turn' by the byrds, which makes hell furious. have you guys seen that one? - @give-soup-please

5. hey, hope y'all r doing well! sure ur swamped, but years and years ago i read a book verse story i'd love to find again! it took place in ancient egypt, crowley was an advisor of some kind, and aziraphale came with an arranged marriage. crowley accidentally sees aziraphale in the bath briefly and i believe they have a tipsy encounter in a garden? thank you so much! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #lost fic #mod d

[goblinmatriarch]

Drarry 2022 Roundup!

Just some drarry I loved in 2022.

Love to do year round-ups weeks after the year ended and with zero system or approach except scrolling back through my bookmarks and being like "aw yeah, that one! Nice!". Anyway, here are 16 drarry fics that got me through 2022.

Contretemps by @moonflower-rose (8.5k)

This was my erised gift and it's perfect! Some really fun magical lore, a perfectly fumbling bumbling Harry with a crush, and the rare oblivious Draco. It's quick and witty and sparklingly awkward.

The Unknown Door by waterwings (70k)

This fic was in a class by itself! The house magic was eerie and Draco's post-war fate was bleak, and then there is a slow, glorious healing of everyone through a community of misfits. Really imaginative magic and a lot of finding of lost ways.

The Stuff of Clouds and Skies by @myrtlefics (7.5k)

Harry with an obvious crush and ANOTHER oblivious Draco, truly 2022 was my year in that regard! And then there are the 17th century ghost bros, and Draco helplessly finding himself having to do things he thought he'd never do again to save Harry. And THEN Draco has to spend a bunch of time stumbling through an Auror investigation with a competent Ron and it's all just.....unf, so good.

Romp and Circumstance by @wolfpants (35k)

Like drinking champagne while horny. Such a sexy, fun fic, which makes sense as it's from Bodice Ripper Fest. Draco as the virginal ingenue meeting Harry's rake seduction head-on was delicious and overwhelming and full of 'technically' not crossing any sexy sexy lines, which, if you're into that, is hot as all get-out. (Spoiler: I am into that)

Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss (35k)

Hogwarts AU that puts Harry and Draco on the same team and also makes quidditch have some level of strategy, a feat in and of itself! Harry is a confused, bumbling seducer who is so bad at it that Draco has no idea, which means......another oblivious!Draco! It's funny and insightful and poignant and well worth a read.

In Free Fall by @kbrick (81k)

Harry is an adrenaline junkie doing stunts all over the world. Draco is a big old nerd. They grow to understand each other and make space in one another's lives. This was really thoughtful and insightful about like....mm, maybe what it's like wanting things different from the standard, and I was enthralled by the way Harry shaped and reshaped his life. Honestly don't think I'm doing this one justice, just read it.

Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (14.5k)

Ahhh this one is so much fun! Fake dating! Fake dating! And then a furious but handsome Draco, a community of friends, some very cool magical jobs, and Drunk Hermione my love.

The Truth about Love by waterwings (52k)

Pureblood magic and rituals being dismantled! All the fun of learning about ancient, complicated snobby binding rituals AND the joy of Draco's personal growth being in dismantling them. Lots of great friendship stuff, with Pansy and Hermione especially as affectionately mocking allies.

I have not yet forgot myself to stone by @elskanellis (3k)

Absolutely haunting Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind LCDrarry crossover. It's ambiguously tragic and lovely and fragile and beautiful. It takes the trope of them finding each other over and over no matter what and turns Harry's utter faith into a tragic flaw.

Welcome! Everything is Fine! by @melociraptor (12k)

A smart and funny Good Place @lcdrarry fic with pitch-perfect character voices. Truly worth a read for drarry encountering Jason Mendoza alone, and then there is EVEN MORE to love beyond that! It's sort of picaresque scenes from a year, varying between hilariously silly to startlingly poignant, and it's worth a read even if you're unfamiliar with the original work.

Our Time by @mosrael (40k)

Another fic with astonishing world-building and deeply cool magical lore. I've never seen the work it's based on (Arrival), and I did not care. The driving magical mystery was exciting, and the drarry relationship develops naturally and joyously alongside it.

Silverpoint by @tackytigerfic (8k)

I could have linked p much any tackytiger fic I've read this year buuuut this one is most recent in my bookmarks so it gets the shout-out 😂. It's a lovely, short, second-person look at Harry's observations of Draco over the years. Read it and then also the rest of tacky's fics.

Tis a Far Better Thing by @the-sinking-ship (37k)

This Clueless AU sent me on a tear through all of Sinking Ship's fics, and I stand by that choice. Draco's voice blends beautifully with Cher's, and Draco as the lost, confused fashion plate socialite discovering himself is absolutely perfect. This reclist could maybe double as an oblivious!Draco one because guess what he's here, too, and I love it.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by @dustmouth-blog (96k)

Comfort read that feels like taking a long hot bath then crawling into clean sheets for almost 100k words! Harry has some mh stuff to grapple with, and there are some gentle negotiations around sex and relationship stuff, and it's all so careful and soft and soothing.

Exposure by @margeurite (6k)

Suuuuch a hot fic omg. Draco accidentally discovers Harry's exhibitionist streak alongside Harry himself awkwardly realising oh no he is into this and it's just. Hoo boy. It's steamy.

Come as you Are by @peachpety (3.5k)

Peach is a master of texting/social media in fics, and this was the one that made me fall in love! Sweet little high school AU with awkward sexuality and a lot of fun online gossip

Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic (32k)

This one stands on its own; I can't really compare it to any other fic. Harry's lack of care for his own life is in full effect, and Draco is so angry at him for it. Some cool looks at magic and magical govt outside of England (in Beirut!) And also there is a baby manticore.

Knead, then let rise by @softlystarstruck (7k)

I guess another theme of my year is soft, gentle, soothing fics of healing. Real mystery, that, cannot even guess why that might have been 😅. Anyway, it's lovely and domestic and sweet.

And that's all, folks! Read em, don't read em, but those were my favourite fics that I read in 2022! Thanks to all the authors for making me laugh, cry, or soothe myself to sleep!

#drarry #fanfic #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #reclist #2022 reclist

[anarchy-and-piglins]

I got stuck in 2 hours of traffic and got an AU Idea.

Dark SBI because I'm nothing if not consistent.

TW: character death (he gets better, though. Or, well, he reincarnates. Techno is just temporarily dead.)

Anyways, the whole world knows one truth.

God is Dead.

Or, at least, the being people remember as god is dead.

They all argue on the how and the why and the when and the who. But every culture agrees that the only god that walked the earth is dead.

And he took magic with him.

Modern time, archeologists discover an ancient underwater temple, absolutely gorgeous and in its original state. Sending robots down, they discover this one room that MUST be important. It's locked up. And it has these strange markings on it that remind them of texts on magic. But magic is gone, so they aren't worried.

Turns out, they should've been worried.

Because god was not dead.

He was imprisoned.

Philza, the one revered as a god, had once ruled the world. Completely. Wholely. His magic and might prevented anyone from standing against him.

Of course, he didn't do it alone.

His best friend was human. A master swordsman who literally did not CARE about knowing magic. That could be Philza's thing. He was a strategist, a scholar, a warrior, and a god's best friend.

He was Technoblade.

Technoblade would refuse his friend's insistence that Technoblade become immortal, uninterested in playing life on easy mode. Besides, he already couldn't be beat. Technoblade never dies, he didn’t need magic.

A coup happens, unthinkable. But Techno is getting older. Slower. So he gets caught. And the conspirators use that against Philza. Technoblade will die or Philza will consent to being bound.

It's not a hard choice for Philza.

But, as they are shutting the doors on his tomb, one conspirator grins and slits Techno's throat, leaving Phil's final view of his friend being Techno dying.

When Philza is released, he is FURIOUS. Thousands of years have only made his wrath grow.

The death toll approaches millions, before someone who knows even a fraction of the ancient language is able to convince Philza to talk to them. But, the language is OLD. It is HARD to communicate in a LONG DEAD language.

Philza doesn't calm down, but he ceases his rampage. And then he notices the faint trace of his friend's soul, somewhere in the world. He can't tell where, but it's THERE. Techno has been reincarnated. He tells the interpreter that his revenge will only end when they bring him the person he needs.

The remains of the human government agree because what else can they do?

But, ancient language, you know. Unfortunately, somethings get lost in translation.

Translator thinks that Philza is mad at Technoblade and wants to murder him.

So all the governments think the same.

When Philza gives them a description of the person, the governments start a MANHUNT. When everyone promises Phil that they will find Techno, Philza is pleased and actually retreats to create a palace worthy of his friend. Somewhere he can keep him safe.

Technoblade is not feeling very safe when he sees his face on the TV, claiming that he is now WANTED. He literally has 1 semester left. Just One. And then he would graduate college. He already spent money on the GRE, applied to graduate programs.

What was he supposed to do with this?!?!?!?

It's a good thing he always liked camping.

Techno FLEES. Gets off the grid as soon as possible. He can't trust ANYONE. Finds an old abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere and settles in. He is NOT going to get murked by an ancient god that's not going to happen.

Years pass, Techno is not found. Philza is getting antsy. The governments are getting nervous. Especially when cults start popping up, fanatics on every corner crying wolf about ever person VAGUELY looking like Techno.

It's some teenage campers that get him caught.

They had lost their way in the woods and stumbled across Techno and his cabin. Techno tries to hide his face, his hair, any identifying features. He thinks he's managed it.

He didn't. They turn him in the moment they get back.

Techno tries to fight back, but what exactly is he supposed to do when he's surrounded by swat teams?

They drag him back in chains to a government facility. Somehow the news gets informed of him being found. It's a media circus as Techno is dragged to the deific palace that Philza has crafted. He is yelled at, things thrown at him, disgruntled cops leaving bruises and scrapes all over him. He's exhausted, starving, dehydrated. He is in awful shape, everyone in the world blaming him for their suffering.

He can barely struggle when he is dragged in front of Philza, forced onto his knees before a throne with his hands cuffed behind his back.

The throne room is quiet.

Silent.

Philza slowly gets up. Approaches near silently as Techno's heartbeat is loud in his ears.

Philza kneels before him, gently tips his chin up to meet his eye.

And Philza grins, his smile brighter than the sun, and presses his forehead to Techno's. Techno flinches because Philza brushes against a sore spot, only then does Philza seem to realize what kind of state Techno is in.

Philza demands answers. The translator and Techno's captors struggle to give him a good answer. An argument starts, the tension thick and Technoblade has been through a lot.

He collapses, Philza catching him.

The steps of Philza's palace are covered in oceans of blood, it dripping down the sides and into the road. The bodies are left for hours, no one brave enough to collect them.

Philza stores Techno deep within his palace, somewhere no one can find him or hurt him. And starts the process of making Technoblade immortal.

Whether he likes it or not.

Anyways, hope you enjoy <3

Curses on you Lenn, you dropped this in my inbox several days ago and it's still all I can think about. The brainrot is real and the urge to write this is big. Vengeful God Philza who is horrific to anybody except his favorite mortal is so good, and combine it with 'has no clue what's going on' just a guy Techno... perfection.

So many fun questions left unanswered:

How does Phil feel about Techno not having his memories? Does it sadden him? Does he try his best to educate Techno about their shared history? Or does he not really care as long as Techno is safe, is his, and can never be taken from him again?

Can Techno even get his memories back? If yes, what happens when he does? How does he feel about them?

How does making somebody immortal work (and can I make Techno whump out of it?)

Once Techno does realize that Philza isn't meaning to kill him, how receptive is he to this new life of his? Is he still going to try and get away (maybe even after becoming immortal) or is he open to trying to befriend Phil? How does Phil react if Techno doesn't want to stay?

Does Phil chill the fuck out once he has Techno back or does the trauma of seeing his bestie die + many years of isolation mean he's kinda permanently in 'if you look at him I'll kill you' mode. Kinda hope it's the latter because then we can go so hard on the dark fluff and possessiveness/protectiveness.

#asks #thoughts #dark sbi #technoblade #philza #there's so much more brain is going brrrr #but I need to chill before I plan a longfic

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone! Merry Christmas❄️🎀! I've been very busy and kinda depressed past few weeks, that's the reason of my "disappearance"... However, I'm planning to come back. And so, this is my new little evening thought.

Hope you enjoy!

I'm thinking about an aristocratic pred. The one whose sight makes your spine tingle as they enter the room. Their body is relaxed, but straight as a blade of a sword and their eyes are sharp as one, but still gentle in a way. They are always gallant and patient, their clothes is perfectly balanced and it shows how rich its owner actually is, though there is no sign of vulgarity. The pred's voice is calm and soft, and... Powerful; there is no need to question their authority despite this person doesn't even think to dominate anyone - pride and grace are just in their nature. They belong to the kind of a nobleman who has its high position in the society not exclusively due to the right of blood - but noble spirit and intelligence as well.

Such aristocrat would be a very gentle pred whose first thought would be about their prey's comfort and safety. On the old days most of the noblemen were warriors, so I suppose the pred would be quite protective over someone they love and cherish - and they would swallow their partner down immediately if there was even a minimal threat around; also there could be fluffy tropes of everyday life representing one helping another with mental issues and worries or just them two having fun. There is an endless potential for blood-curdling tropes too since ancient castles can be spooky and dark, especially in the winter period when the sun doesn't come out for long and it hides behind grumpy clouds from dawn to sunset; or during thunderous autumn storms when furious wind makes old trees in the garden whine and bow to the very ground while lightnings paint the sky in electric blue... Of course, the pred is kind and thoughtful enough to provide their scared companion with required "protection", lifting the prey up to their face with no extra words, leisurely lowering the person into the mouth and gulping cautiously. Their hand traces the way of the prey going through their tight gullet and senses satisfying weight smoothly slipping in their middle, their stomach rounding beneath the layers of velvet and satin...

Moreover, there could be a great scenario including political intrigues against the prey. There is a moment when everything comes to the stressful point: the prey is followed by their not-so-peaceful opponents, and the tiny has only one option to survive. Their big friend working in the cabinet as usual raises the eyebrow in surprise as the prey breaks into the room, but there is no time - the little one need to be hidden, now!.. Well, far-away footsteps annonce soon arrival of the chasers; confused, the pred looks in the startled eyes of the prey and finally comes up with a solution; their mouth instinctively waters. The nobleman feels guilty for what they are going to do, however it can be explained later, can't it?.. The prey doesn't know the whole experience is safe and, surely, they freak out; nevertheless, they don't struggle when their forehead meets a slimy, squishy surface of the tongue since they're absolutely overwhelmed with the horrible kaleidoscope of things happened at the past hours. As the prey gets pushed into the wet, noisy chamber of the stomach, the only thought which pops out in their head is: "At least, it's someone I love..." Only after some time, listening to the conversation the pred has with their sweetheart's enemies, the prey understands the pred's true intentions and calms down. Meanwhile, the saviour goes around their day and casually chats with other members of the royal court , keeping their hand on the slightly expanded belly and innerly smiling when feeling as their unfortunate partner moves around sleepily...

The prey's foes won't go away with the mess they have started...

#extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #willing pred #aristocratic pred #willing prey #tw vore #gentleman vore #gentlman pred #hesitant prey

[modern-inheritance]

Huh. I was thinking (dangerous, I know) about how Iz finally sees Arya’s scars again.

And I think I settled on something, but I wanna run it by you lot.

Arya got a full debriefing from Ajihad, and she was comfortable with it because she knew he had no political or other manipulative goals with it.

The elf council, though? She can’t trust any of them. With good reason. They’re all playing some long game or another. And they are being thorough. To the point of inappropriate.

Arya's doing her best to roll with it, but it's pretty obvious she's started to getting offended. She switches to speaking in the Ancient Language, repeats her assertion that she never said anything on any topic beyond swearing and yelling at them, etc, and keeps speaking in AL.

This makes the council uncomfortable. Because, as I've mentioned in a post or two before, in elvish society if someone of a lower station speaks in the Ancient Language first (rather than Common or Common Elvish), the proper response is for the person of higher station to speak AL as well. It's a custom that is used to keep higher positioned/powerful people transparent and truthful. It's considered a major slight to continue speaking in Common or Common Elvish after the lower station person initiates AL.

Arya's making a statement with her switch: I'm telling the truth, and I don't trust your intentions. I'm done with playing games, ask your questions, get on with it, and stop fucking around.

And some of them stay in Common. They keep asking questions about if she really remained quiet, what techniques were used, did the Shade infiltrate her mind, etc, etc, lots of what ifs and hows that Arya is not happy about.

She's done. And she's furious that Islanzadi hasn't uttered a peep in her defense, or even to object to any of the questioning.

"Enough. I'm done answering with words."

there is a hell of a lot of muttering, some agast, some amused, some in horror, as Arya full on strips down to her skivvies with a flourish, does a 360 turn, puts her hands on her hips and deadpans, "Would you like to experience my memories, too? That can be arranged. I'm here for a while. I wouldn't recommend it, my Recall is very strong and I assure you, you will feel everything I experienced, but if you're still unsure of what happened, by all means!"

Iz: I think we're finished here.

Arya: *salutes smartly, grabs her clothes and marches out*

Glen, waiting outside, mildly raises an eyebrow: Didn't go well, I take it?

Arya, low fury: No, it did not. *keeps walking to their flat with her clothes in hand, absolutely done.*

luckily, Eragon was not around.

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #the world of eragon #the inheritance cycle #modern inheritance

[totallyradicalmucky]

This is me giving you permission to talk about your SuperChargers AU!! Literally just anything about it!! I love seeing people’s different takes on what a Kaos redemption arc would look like. I still get so sad when I think about how Kaos just goes back to being evil in Imaginators. Like man c’mon. We could’ve had it all.

The power you’ve given me..unreal. But I think about a Kaos redemption arc pretty often since multiple people on here have talked about Kaos’s childhood and stuff like that.

Which is why I think in this Superchargers AU, instead of fighting Kaos before the darkness. You’d fight his mom.

I didn’t bring it up in this. But I wanted to talk about how maybe after Kaos’s button scene with the darkness. Kaos is still not entirely faithful to him, which means that the Darkness can’t get entirely in his head. To get everything he wants from him, for the absolute destruction of Skylands. Without that, Kaos is practically useless, not truely a devoted Kaos Clan member. Unlike his mother. Who at this point I believe the darkness could use as a manipulative way to get Kaos to do things for him and a threat, but only now sees her as a way to progress in his own plans.

The Darkness brings Kaossandra out of her prison, her devotion to the dark is far stronger than the absolute lack of affection she’d ever felt for her family. Taking away Kaos’s head-thing, they leave him with only the most weakest of magical powers on some random isle for him to hopefully die. You (The skylander) find him awkwardly standing there in his torn emperor robes, beaten up, and swearing to the ancients he hasn’t cried.

He doesn’t really have any other options other than to go with you, but he isn’t seen anywhere. Opting to stay inside the airship for a long while. Paranoid about the looming chance of the world ending at any minute, and the fact that it’s all his fault, missing Glumshanks. Flynn mentions him now and again, talking about how he’s feeling and not really eating. Cali doesn’t trust him, blaming him for their problems but she can’t help but feel a little bad. Hugo continues to assist with the next mission, fearing Kaos’s presence, but is curious about the lack of his usual ‘mark of darkness’.

Over the long run, which I mean Kaos being dragged along every trip and having to help Flynn and Cali unload and reload the airship with things. He warms up just a bit, standing in the overworld. Never-not next to one of the two, as the citizens still distrust him. (And he’s not good at being normally social on his own, not a fan of small talk) He’s still strange and egotistical, but less- evil. Kaos finds it strange that he can still preform magic without the mark of darkness, frustratingly weaker than before-but still magic. He often “steals” spell books from the archive, much to Hugo’s minor inconvenience. Since he always announces when he’s taking one.

I don’t really know how the ending would go specifically. But I know that Kaos would be furious, fed up with the endless manipulation from both his mother and The Darkness. Using familiar voices and faces to try and get him back on their side, he just can’t take it. Trapping his own mother inside the rift engine, the Darkness laughs believing that it’s tricked itself into being free forever.

[que epic fight sequence for Kaos and the Skylander that I’m too lazy to describe]

Being knocked out of the darkness’s rift thing from the very end of superchargers- the Skylander is fine. Having the portal master’s power to help them. But Kaos is scarred. Once again landing on the isle below, his arms and back, inky black with…whatever it is. As if to silently let him know that the darkness would be coming back. He doesn’t rlly care though, just staring at his hands. Taking in every decision he’s made this far, he almost regrets it, thinking about his mother. Until the voices of Cali and the others finally snap him out of it, with Flynn’s coat being draped over him. He didn’t even notice how destroyed he had become. Damn. Wait…does this mean he has to relearn magic again?

#mucktalk #skylanders #kaos skylanders #long post #skylanders superchargers #Kaos #erm… kinda cringe but idk #I’m a bit crazy #i really wrote 5 paragraphs about skylanders #nobody reading this #i’m so sorry #skylander #au talk #skylanders au