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windfighter · 2 years

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Only a nightmare

Prompt: muffled screams/stumbling/magical exhaustion

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Kouji’s body screamed in pain. He curled up on the bed. The nightmare was bad, creatures attacking his safe haven from every direction, tearing at his walls and his mind. The sky was dark, the trees and bushes wilted around him. He didn’t want to get eaten, not yet, not here. Not like this. He was supposed to be safe in the village, inside the walls that kept the trolls and beasts away from people.

I don’t want to die, he prayed to whatever power had watched over him this far. He grabbed a branch off the ground. Let me stay alive. Dad doesn’t need to lose anyone else.

He digged his heels into the ground, held the branch in a firm grip and got ready to protect himself. The creatures were coming closer. He lifted the branch and started running towards them.

Light spread from his hands, over the branch, over his body. The creatures pulled back. Pain flooded through Kouji’s body. A different pain than before. It felt like fire, the warmth of the sun and the pain of life instead of darkness and death. His body changed, grew bigger and stronger.

His body took the shape of a bipedal wolf as he rushed towards the intruders. The branch in his hand was his sword, the light his shield. The creatures pulled back, hurt by the light. Some tried to defy it, still tried to grab Kouji and drag him to the outside. Kouji’s sword cut off their limbs, tore through their rotten flesh. He cried out in anger and agony as the battle raged on.

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Kouji screamed in pain. Kousei rushed in to see what was going on, but the room was bright and he lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the onslaught of light. The light pulsated, like a heartbeat. It became weaker after just a minute, weak enough to no longer hurt Kousei’s eyes and he could let his arm fall again.

There was a wolf on Kouji’s bed. Kousei swallowed. He had seen the signs – the constant nightmares and the voices Kouji said he could hear – but had hoped it wouldn’t happen. That it would fizzle out or that Kouji’s powers would turn out weak enough that he would be able to stay safe in the village. Satomi came up behind him and he took a shaky breath.

”Call the military”, Kousei said. ”He’s a mage.”

She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it before leaving again. Kousei kept his eyes on the wolf. On his son. The light pulsated around it, the shape disappeared as the light died out completely. Kouji’s breaths were shallow and quick. Kousei walked into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of Kouji’s bed. Kouji opened his eyes.

”Hey”, Kousei said. ”How are you feeling?”

”’m…” Kouji hesitated. ”...fine?”

It was a lie, Kousei could tell. He didn’t press. He helped Kouji sit up. Kouji closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.

”Bad dream?” Kousei asked.

Kouji nodded. He was pale, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He shivered slightly. Kousei had seen it in mages before, while he worked in the administrative part of the military. He put a hand on Kouji’s back.

”Come on, let’s get some tea and rice into you.”

Kouji nodded and took a shaky breath. He stumbled as he stood up and Kousei grabbed his arm to hold him steady. He placed Kouji by the kotatsu in the living room, put a blanket over his shoulders and went to the kitchen to make tea and cook rice. Kouji rested against the table.

Satomi ended the phone call and joined Kousei in the kitchen. She looked worried and Kousei didn’t feel much better about the situation.

”They’ll be here in the afternoon”, Satomi said.

Kousei nodded and poured the tea into a cup. If they decided that Kouji was of use to them… Kousei wasn’t sure when he’d see his son again.

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Kouji was so tired. He could barely keep his eyes open, much less keep himself sitting. He tried to listen to Kousei and Satomi, but words got tangled in his head. Bad dreams had never left him feeling this weak before. He shivered despite the blanket and the warmth of the table.

Satomi put a cup on the table infront of him and sat down next to him. He knew he should drink, but his arms felt too heavy to move. Satomi put a hand on his arm.

”Everything will be fine”, she said. ”They’ll teach you how to control it.”

Kouji wasn’t sure what it was, but it sounded like he’d find out later. He buried his face in his arms and yawned. He didn’t want to go back to sleep, didn’t want to go back to the battle, but he wasn’t sure he could stay awake. Satomi’s hand squeezed his arm.

”Everything will be fine”, she repeated, more to herself than to Kouji.

Kouji nodded. It would. It had only been a nightmare.

#my writing #whumptober 2022 #crossover #digimon frontier #sssscomic #kouji minamoto #I've written a story for this AU before :3 #a long time ago tho #I agonized a lot over if I should call the trolls something from japanese mythology instead #but you know what?#no #I won't #mostly because I'm ~lazy~#Kouji is a werewolf :3 #the shape will change a bit as he learns to control his magic #*cough*wolfmon*cough*

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brrypiiix · 4 months

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Put a mythological-ish spin on the troll queens and kings. Like a royal genetic thing. I think Ima call it my royal genetics au? But I dunno if I’m gonna go farther than this with it

It also refused to let me send the gif version of this so it’ll have to do in video form

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thelargefrye · 2 months

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February Filth Fest : DAY EIGHTEEN : SIZE KINK … mature one - shot

pairing : norse god!seonghwa x greek goddess!f!reader

genre : smut, viking au, god of war inspired – so a mix of norse and greek mythology in this

word count : 2k

warnings : language, mentions of blood / fighting / weapons (swords, axe, bow and arrows, etc.), hunting for food, feeling grief over a loved ones death, long haired seonghwa in a half-up ponytail, seonghwa is mentioned to be bigger than yn

smut warnings : unprotected sex, size kink, seonghwa's got a breeding kink

honorary tag : @sanjoongie

after having traveled all over midgard with seonghwa and fighting for your lives, the two of you can finally settle down and have a moment together.

DAY SEVENTEEN ↤ SPREAD THE ASHES ↦ DAY NINETEEN

a grunt left your mouth as you were flung into a large tree. you stumbled to your feet, seonghwa swung his axe at the trolls that were around him. blood flown through the sky, some landing on his face as he kicked one troll away before rushing over to you.

his hand wrapping around your forearm and hoisting you to steady feet before swinging at another troll. a smirk decorating his lips as he gave you a side glance.

"come on now, y/n, surely someone who killed all of olympus isn't getting beat by some trolls," he says, the cockiness thick in his voice and you roll your eyes before slashing and stabbing at the nearest troll – the one who sent you flying.

"shut your mouth and focus on fighting before i kill you next," you said and seonghwa lets out a loud laugh before he jumping and hacking at two trolls and effortlessly cutting them down.

when the trolls were all dead, you and seonghwa stood in the middle of the clearly covered in blood before sheathing your weapons.

"well that was a little more excitement than what i was anticipating," he says, turning to you with a smile on his face. but seonghwa always had a smile on his face. "i remember seeing a river along the north trail, lets go wash up before setting up camp."

you nod your head and allow seonghwa to lead the way, following closely behind him as you walked down one of the many dirt paths in the forest. you notice that every once in a while, seonghwa will look over his shoulder to make sure you are still following behind. silently noting your quietness as normally the two of you are going back and forth with each other in a playful bicker.

"what's the matter?" seonghwa finally asks once you are at the river. the both of you stripped down from your bloody armor and carefully washing the blood out. there was nothing you truly hated more than bloody armor, such a disgrace.

you turn towards him, clenching your clothes tightly, "i was thinking about my family," you say trailing off and at your words seonghwa also stops his scrubbing.

his now doe eyes looking at you softly and you hate how he makes your heart flutter and stomach do flips. seonghwa only knows a little bit about your family from greece and olympus, how went on this journey of revenge for your family after zeus took everything from you. you guess his comment from earlier was making you think.

but think about what exactly you aren't sure.

perhaps settling down with seonghwa after this and finally living a peaceful life. but was that something you even deserved?

"y/n," seonghwa is close to you, his bare skin touching your own and it brings you out of your thoughts. you look at him with wide eyes, surprised by how he moved this close to you without you noticing and he easily towers over you. perhaps that's a benefit from him being a frost giant? "what are you thinking? tell me," he sounds like he's pleading almost.

"i want to live a peaceful life, but i don't think i deserve it," you tell him, a chill running over you as you feel seonghwa's hand travel around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"why don't you deserve it?"

"i've done a lot of bad things seonghwa, killed a lot of people, gods, monsters."

"but you've paid your debt, stop living in the past and focus on now. you aren't in olympus anymore, darling. you're here with me now. i don't think hongjoong would want you to live like this, feeling guilty."

your eyebrows furrow at the mention of your dead lover. husband. you felt angry that seonghwa would mention him as if he knew him. without thinking you shove seonghwa away and the water around you two splashes up against you both. seonghwa looks at you in shock.

"don't you dare talk about hongjoong like you know him!" you feel the tears beginning to build up in your waterline, but not from sadness but anger.

"i lost him and our daughter because i was stupid! their deaths haunt me and i see their bodies every time i close my eyes. no matter how hard i try to move on i will always be haunted by their deaths and my mistakes, so don't tell me to not live in the past when that's all i can see!"

seonghwa said nothing as the two of you looked at each other. he was calm and collected while you were the definition of rage. heavy breathing, clenched fists, and tear-stricken face. his silence only made you more upset.

"i'm not asking for you to forget hongjoong and your daughter," he says after what felt like an eternity of silence. "but..." he trails off taking a cautious step towards you, "i want you to realize that you don't have to let their death weigh on you forever."

"seonghwa..."

"you said you wanted a peaceful life, well we can have one. we'll settle down at the small cabin and have our own children. you paid your debt, but you have to give yourself this second chance," he says as he stops back in front of you. his cold hand feels safe when he touches your own.

"i... i don't know," you pull away from him once more, turning away and walking out of the river, clothes and armor in hand as you walk back to the camp you two had set up at the clearing, leaving seonghwa by himself.

the two of you spent the rest of the evening and early night in silence. the two of you having traveled and been doing this long enough that you could do things around camp without actually talking to one another. seonghwa had went and brought back deer he hunted for the two of you two eat.

and so you sat at the campfire in silence, the smell of meat feeling your nose and cracking of the fire filling your ears. your mind still reeling from what was said earlier. seonghwa was right because he was always right. you didn't need to forget hongjoong and your daughter, but you needed to let their deaths not haunt you anymore.

your eyes flicker to seonghwa from across the fire, his own eyes already looking at you. he had finished eating a while ago while you were still picking at yours. he rolled his shoulders before standing up, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. silently bidding you goodnight before he enters your shared tent.

you don't know how much longer you sit by the fire, long enough for it to die out on its own. you stomp out the remaining glowing embers before crawling into the tent and laying down next to seonghwa.

you think you made up your mind.

"seonghwa," you know he's awake, he always waits for you to join him as you do for him. "can we talk?"

he turns over on his back while you lay on your side to face him. your hand reaches out to take his, linking your fingers together.

"i want to live a peaceful life with you. i want that small cabin, i want our children – your children, i want to take in the wolves, i want to love you everyday that i am able to wake up next to you and after that. i want to try and let go of my guilt enough for this to happen, please help me seonghwa."

seonghwa gives your hand a firm squeeze before he's rolling you onto your back and hovering over you. you let him pin your hands above your head and you can't help the arousal that runs through you when he does it with only one hand. his black locks framing his beautiful face that his clean of blood and war and his eyes are filled with something. lust? love? something else perhaps?

his large frame bends down to kiss you, his hands groping your body as he removes your undergarments so you are now bare and fully naked before his eyes. you watch as he lowers his head and trails his lips down your body; licking, biting, and sucking different marks over your tattered and worn body.

"s-seonghwa," you moan out when he finds home between your legs and licks your pussy slowly and lazily. his eyes never once looking away from yours. he makes out with your pussy, kissing it and letting his tongue drag in and out of your pussy and licking up any juices that you leak. like he's a man dying from thirst and your pussy is his oasis.

seonghwa effortlessly brings you to your first orgasm before he's finally pulling away, but not before pressing one last kiss to your pussy. he once again towers over you, a layer of sweat covering your entire body but you happily wrap your arms around seonghwa to bring into another kiss. your taste yourself on his lips, but you honestly don't mind.

the both of you are breathless when you finally break away, "seonghwa, i love you."

"my y/n, darling, i love you more than you can imagine," he says spreading your legs easily and you can't help but clench at knowing is coming.

"seonghwa, seonghwa, please!" you beg, hands combing through his long locks and brushing them out of his face.

"you know... if we start now, i could have you full and breed by the time we get back to the cabin," he says as you feel the tip of his cockhead running between your folds. "i can just imagine it," he says, slowly pushing himself inside of you, "fuck– you would look so beautiful with my child."

you clench around him the more he pushes inside of you, back arching as his lips latch onto your breast and begin licking and sucking on your nipple.

this isn't the first time you and seonghwa have fucked, but for some reason this felt different. as he thrusted into you, your name leaving his lips and his name leaving yours, you felt full. you felt a warmth spread through you as his taller stature curled into yours and you wrap yourself around him to bring even closer – if it was even possible.

"fuck– seonghwa, i-i'm close!" you could feel your second orgasm coming and it only seemed to drive seonghwa to move his hips faster.

he gave you his smirk, his eyes glazed over with lust, "i'm going to fill you with full of my cum over and over again, darling, until your stuffed and pregnant with my child," he says and you clench at his words. seonghwa does only a few more harsh thrust before you are both cumming. you fill his cum slowly filling you up and and some of it even leaking out around his cock from how much it is.

seonghwa is breathless as he pulls out and quickly folds your legs up and stuffing any cum back into you. you can't help but feel a little flustered at how he that, eyes staring hard at your cum-filled pussy. you then begin to feel a wave of exhaustion rush over you and you are lazily pulling at seonghwa to have him lay next to you.

he lays down next to you with a small 'ugh' sound leaving his lips as he does. you cuddle up next to seonghwa, and you realize that before meeting him, you never would have done this. you rest your head on chest as seonghwa draws his fur cape over the two of you. you can't help but let out a laugh at how it doesn't even fully cover the two of you.

"i want a daughter first," seonghwa says quietly and more to himself than you. "i want to name him dal-nim. it was my mother's name."

"its beautiful."

"what would you name her?"

"idonia," you whisper back, reaching up to kiss his collarbone.

"loving one," is the last thing you hear before you close your eyes and let sleep consume you.

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majachee · 1 month

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THE CHANGELING BROTHERS 🗣🗣🗣

Some design notes under cut:

In mythology, changelings are humanoid creatures that have been placed by fae (broad generalized term) in place of a human child, though there are also some stories here and there of adults being taken and replaced by changelings.

Changelings, based on my limited research, only really refer to the creature left behind during some good ol cradle robbing. They are related to the fae, though. Fae, or faeries, cover a broad range of different creatures in all sorts of European mythos, however, from elves to trolls to imps. In more modern art and stories, fae are drawn as tiny little humans with bug-like wings and long, flowing hair. But there have been less flattering depictions throughout history.

Taking the origin of the mythos, and the obvious bug inspiration in the show, I've decided to redesign these two to look like impish little sprites! Changelings in my AU are smaller than the average pony, usually reaching their chin or shoulders. They have thin, flexible bodies that are protected by an exoskeleton! Their jaws are an odd mix of mammalian and insect, so they can expand and protrude their lower jaws while their upper jaw stays fixed to their skull. Their tongues are thin, based on nectar-drinking bugs and animals like butterflies and hummingbirds.

Most changelings have two wings, only Pharynx and Thorax have four wings (reformed form only.)

Pharynx is also a bit taller than the average changeling drone... Have fun imagining how tall Thorax is. Height chart coming eventually.

Their tails are loosely based on a scorpion's stinger, but I took more inspiration from cartoony imp/devil tails in art and cartoons! 😇

#majart #mlp fim #mlp g4 #my little pony friendship is magic #my little pony #mlp pharynx #mlp thorax #pharynx mlp #thorax mlp #mlp au #mlp rewrite #lore post #changeling #mlp changeling #art #digital art #fanart #mlp redesign #lmao... lol even...

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valsnonsense · 2 months

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Trolls AU: The Depths

They say in ancient times, before Trolls sang, they practiced magic. No one knows if these legends are true, as no remnants of the civilization has ever been found.

But no one has thought to look underground...

Decided to finally start posting about my main Trolls AU! Its not so much of an alternate universe as it is a continuation of the main story (with a hint of the Infection AU trend)

I love the idea of ancient Trolls practicing magic before they practiced music like an usual mythology. But like most highly magical races in stories, they flew too close to the sun, and their desire to achieve greater magic causes their downfall.

Very inspired by Hollow Knight, the ancient trolls kingdom lies DEEP DEEP underground. Infested with Trolls infected by their own magic, creatures and animals of enormous size and ferocity, and the descendants of ancient trolls who will kill any outsider that comes near. And above we see the poor fuckin sap who winds up in The Depths after crawling his way out of the body of a giant animal that tried to eat him and the chef (the chef wasn't so lucky)

Creek has been in The Depths since the end of the first movie. Using his small size, he was able to worm his way out of the body of large creature that ate him and the Chef, and wound up deep underground in the ruins of some ancient civilization. He tried for months to find his way back to the surface, but so far has found none.

And after a run-in with a particularly ferocious beast resulting in his back being completely burned, Creek realized there was no getting out. He was trapped. Likely forever. And it's his own fault.

(I also wanted to throw in my own Creek Redesign lol)

Creek remains down in the depths, fighting to survive every hour, every minute. Until one day, a blue troll covered in white patches with plum-colored hair winds up in The Depths, begging Creek for help to find a way out and back to his brothers.

Creek at first wants nothing to do with him. He doesn't trust anything or anyone. He's better off alone. But after considering it... Maybe two sets of eyes and ears will give them more hints to finding a way out. And... It'd be nice to have some company...

(Yes this is a Fleek story cuz I have the Fleek brainrot)

Decided to name this AU "The Depths", since it takes place deep underground (also inspired by LoZ: Tears of the Kingdom)

Creek's lack of an arm is a future event. When he meets Floyd, he has both arms. He'll lose it later on.

#dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls creek #trolls fleek #fleek #creek redesign #trolls au #trolls the depths au

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ditzydisaster13 · 2 months

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By the Best of the Lightning Strike

”By the Best of the Lightning Strike” is a Voltron Fantasy Au I’ve been working on. It’s been more mental preparation than anything I’ve written down as of late. But I’m planning plenty of art for it.

The characters are primarily Elven knights and warriors. Galra and Altean are all species of their own. With separate kingdoms and soldiers. Other “aliens”-> which are recognized as more mythological creatures and species themselves, belong as stand alone creatures or those under the rule, either willing or not, of Galra vs Altean-Voltron. Voltron is what they call their knights. Their best fighters are:

Lancelot (Lance) Ladron. His last name might mean thief. But only of hearts and frowns. A flirtatious soldier with glassy ocean eyes and a pure and unadulterated love for the stars and the sea alike. He has great power. Of water and rain, storm and wind. With his sickness comes weariness. He is physically strong. But Mentally does not allow himself the peace and smiles other see in him. He is wounded by the war. The war that leaves him half blind. And the war of the raging and roaring water and hurricanes that crash in his head. He is wonderful with a Sword. A bow and Arrow strikes through the most powerful currents. But his intentions to the world happen to be his strongest weapons. He is wise beyond his jokes. And a Master of craft. His magic is purely dispensable to him. And wonderful to others. He is among the last humans (aside his family, half elven and half human. He is mostly human) in Altea. But he won’t let the Purple trolls of Galran territory graze his pride.

Keith Keiden (name basically means Warrior from the wood of the battlefield.) Is a Grunt. A type of Fae that remain on the shorter side, with tempers that can be difficult to control. They are family people. And do not take being abandoned well. They are brisk and good fighters. Who fight with force and trickery. They are sneaky and prideful in not only their skills but their keen. Keith is also half Galra. Which results in some slight discrimination and anger when he reveals his bloodline. However, as well as a Voltron Soldier and Knight to Altea, his loyalties are split to the Blade of marmora. Garland and half Galran species who in turn want nothing to do with their kingdom or ancestry that fight independently, in small groups, and occasionally on the side of the Alteans. They often prefer Solitude. But Love is in fact their greatest weapons. A master of sword and blade, Keith is also a Dramonk. A name derived from the ancient and rare people of the dragons, meaning fire wielder. Flume of red and pink burst and burn from his hands. Dousing into rolling smoke. His anger gets the best of him. But a certain “thief” knows all too many way to douse the flames.

Dove Holt (Pidge/Katie. -> Holt actually means forest.) Despite Her [She/They pronouns for Pidge] less that forestric life, one home in the woods, a second in the workshop her father uses to study space, they are a lovely person. Dove, typically known as Pidge, is a Grunt. A distant Altean/Elven great grandmother somewhere in her blood. Dove, or Pidge, has the ability to connect with thee earth. He love and excitement for the future of space travel and technology is evident in her slick and mobile style of dressing. Despite her ladylike voice, they are sarcastic and witty. Athletic and feisty. Their connection to nature is in the soil. The vines that grow from her arms and allow her to launch herself great distances.

#art #Story #fantasy #voltron #vld lance #lance mcclain #keith kogane #klance #langst #storms #powers #au #more

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strawberry-clownie · 3 months

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Okay why I’m in a hyper mood and its on the mind, there’s something I wanted to discuss. So as I got into the second movie, something bothered me from it that I haven’t really found, probably because TBT is everywhere currently and I am late, but, every other species of Trolls were different with mythological elements. Classical Cherubs, Country Centaurs, Techno Mermaids……Llama Funk? Yeah idk about them but moving forward, the Rocks being so much like the Pop Trolls bothered me. Like yeah I get that wasn’t even in the minds of the guys making the first movie when they did, but like…. :( I hate it. So there’s one I thought would be interesting in concept that fits with Rock to me; Vampires. But more specifically, vampire bats. I mean they had Ozzy and he bit the head off of a bat COME ON.

I have a Barb redesign in the works with that concept but like, its there. They were what looks like in a cave at the Rock concert at the end, and imagine the cool gem aesthetics that go in caves? How different they could look? Its mostly tying into my adopted Branch au, but like. Whats more rock then being winged bat vampires?

#or is that more goth?#idk i only listsen to r&b japanese techno and bimbo pop #trolls #rory ramblin #teehee

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yallemagne · 29 days

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This year, I'm not doing Dr*cula D*ily

Or any other substack but DD is the biggest. I have numerous reasons for this decision that none of y'all are gonna particularly care for, but ya know, just so we got our expectations in order: I'm not gonna participate in DD this year (maybe never again), I'm probably not gonna reblog many posts related to it (doing so would be counterintuitive), but I am holding myself to finishing Orice (at LEAST the base fic).

Now, why?

TL;DR: Mental health crisis brought on by internet harassment and overprioritizing social media. It's not fun anymore, folks.

DD just... it completely ruined the novel for me.

It was a nice phenomenon, but it took a wrecking ball to my mental health and self-worth. Now, I'm not saying DD's creator personally did something to spite me (or maybe I am, he knows what he did /j), but this whole thing? It wasn't good for me. It was never good. It was sometimes fun, but most of the time it made me want to end it because of thumblr notes.

That's fucking stupid. My life is not worth internet validation. My art is not worthless just because my numbers are not as big as the biggest big shots in the fandom. I'm not a horrible person when other people handle personal disagreements regarding headcanon with defaming rumours and impersonation. But hell! My view of reality was horribly skewed.

A while back, I unfollowed all the gothlit tags I previously followed because 1) Some people (active and popular members of the fandom, mind you, not bots or trolls) were posting honest-to-god name-dropping harassment in the tag because "it's a popular tag so more people will see my callout post" and 2) I reached a point where seeing anything related to the novel on my dash just set me off. It didn't even need to be drama-related anymore. Mentions of the characters, mentions of popular AUs, just the very content of this book became triggering to me, and I really didn't miss the content when it was gone, as sad as that is.

And the kicker? I've come to realize that I probably dislike more things about the novel than I actually like about it. Not only is it tied to some of my darkest moments in recent memory, but it's also just... a book with many flaws that I could go on and on and on about. Sometimes, it straight-up made me furious, like seething mad, and I think I'd rather just be happy. But even when I would try to channel that energy into being happy, I always felt I had to over-clarify or else I’d get bombarded with anonymous messages. If you’ve seen any of my posts from during that time… chances are there is a passive aggressive “btw people can have opposing opinions from you about an old book and it doesn’t give you leave to stone them” or several tags of “#this is a joke #a jooooooke #for the love of god #if y’all don’t stop”. I bet it was as annoying for y’all as it was for me.

P.S. Mutuals/friends, do not worry. Y'all keep doing y'all. I can and will block tags if seeing your posts triggers me. So, I suppose my only request is to properly tag, but I've been saying that from the very start.

I just want to move on to other things.

I took a break for Lent. I needed it terribly. And... not gonna lie? I almost didn't want to return. I never got an itching to just log on and "check in". I very successfully avoided tumb altogether. I came back because "I gotta come back eventually" and also like, this is my main hub where I update when I've written a fic, and ya know... I'm not gonna let toxic fandom bs rule my shit.

During my break, I got back into gaming. More specifically, I started playing Hades again. And listening to Epic the Musical. Aaaand boyyy did that bring me back to my Greek mythology phase. I have a Greek mythos/Hades sideblog btw: @areopagusimp. It's cringe, if you can't tell by the blog name.

Back when I was into Hades game and general Greek mythos, my expectations were so much smaller, but yet, my goals and will to create seemed so much bigger. I made art that no one gave a single solitary shit about (except for my friend), but I was happy. Maybe I'm wearing rose-tinted glasses, but... even if I wasn't as happy then as I remember being... haha at least I wasn't receiving threats and insults in my inbox back then :))). That was the most fun thing about the gothlit fandom. I hope every single chickenhearted angry anon is proud of their behaviour.

But yeah, whatever I end up doing, I’m striving to not let it run me into the ground.

But... What do I do now?

I have so many WIPs (art and writing) for the novel, and it's very disappointing that I didn't get to finish them before it all turned sour. Hopefully, I can still finish them, it just won't be with the same distress I worked with before. Hopefully, I can post that stuff and fully manage my expectations, not crash and burn when only a few people like it. Because hell! A few people liking my stuff? That's amazing, really. I shouldn't take that for granted. At the same time, I'm setting a boundary for myself. Placing my self-worth into the hands of people who I don't know, who don't know me, and who aren't even paying for the art? I need to stop that. Who the hell is that gonna serve? Absolutely no one.

My number one goal is to finish Orice. It is somehow untouched by my aversion to the novel; it is my safe space. I want to honour it and honour the longtime readers who have stuck with me. It's gonna be hard, but it's gonna be worth it for me.

This feels attention-seeking, and it kinda is. I'm not tagging the main subject and I'm not allowing reblogs because I want this to stay isolated (and hopefully prevent backlash/misunderstandings), but ya know, no matter how much I try to keep this small, I'm still posting it online. But I just feel like I needed to get this off my chest. I don't really owe everyone an explanation, but I want there to be one for my own sake... also it's much easier to generalize and make a post than contact each of my friends/mutuals on here and unload stuff onto them that I'm not sure is too personal or not.

For those of you who are reading: I love y'all. I love the good people I've met through all this mess. I want to keep the good apples, not throw out the whole harvest, alright? Dunno how much you'll care for my art when the subject is different, but... eh. If y'all are willing to try?

#i'm writing this in march #dunno when it will be posted #update

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ryttu3k · 1 year

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Youtuber AUs? Is that a thing?

Beckett: Has a channel all about history, mythology, anthropology, and the interactions within. Generally pretty well-researched and presented, aside from his habit of getting into arguments (or flirting) with commenters... and sometimes Smash Or Pass videos for historical figures with a particularly high percentage of ‘smash’.

Sascha: Exclusively posts ASMR ‘POV: I perform amateur surgery on you while chatting amicably about history’-type videos. Sometimes it’s presented as a ‘doing your makeup’ video until they whip out the scalpels and the ice picks and the like. Trolls Beckett’s videos a lot but never replies to comments on their own videos.

Ilias: Has a wide variety of topics! Some particular favourites include Paganism (especially Eastern European Paganism), sex and body positivity, nature, art history (a recent interest), and, occasionally, dance tutorials. Generally Soft(tm) vibes and happily chats away with people in the comments. Wears those cat ear headphones, and his icon is fanart a subscriber made of him as a catboy :3

Anatole: Talks about religion and apocalypse-adjacent stuff, including some material that sounds, uh, vaguely doomsday cult-leaning. Which is. Concerning. Also, history-related stuff, including a lot of collabs with Beckett and Lucita, and mental health-related content, both informative and positivity.

Lucita: Another history-based channel who collaborates with Anatole and Beckett, she also has a side channel about physical and combat training and collaborates with her girlfriend Fatima on those, including exhibition combat matches. Has a small following of people who would like her to snap them in half like a twig. She ignores them.

Fatima: Largely a physical and combat training channel, both solo and with Lucita. She also vlogs regularly about the importance of integrity and being true to your own beliefs, including being queer and Muslim, breaking ties with abusive family members, and the like.

Nines: Lots of leftist political stuff, generally leaning into direct action, and quite a few videos have been taken down after complaints from conservatives. Particular focus on wealth inequality and poverty. Very intense demeanor, although he’s usually pretty friendly (albeit direct!) with people who seem well-intended and who want to learn more. Gets into a lot of arguments with LaCroix, both in the comments and in call-out videos.

LaCroix: One of those extremely polished-looking ‘rich trust fund kid’-vibe channels, with content on business and wealth, the history and philosophy of power and politics, and occasional luxury product reviews. Fascinated by military history, especially the Napoleanic era, and is very... very French (even though he speaks English with a British accent, claiming that since he learned English in the UK, it just stuck). Gets into a lot of arguments with Nines, both in the comments and in call-out videos. Enjoys a good unboxing video.

Roger: Very active video maker who posts about history and culture (with a special interest in both English and Zoroastrian mythology), philosophical videos about death and the afterlife, medicine and medical history, ancient religions and archeology (with an ongoing series on the London Mithraeum and the Mithraic Mysteries), and, for some reason, dealing with troublesome family members. Very calm voice. Despite the fact that he has never once worn a sweater vest, he somehow gives off immense sweater vest vibes.

Mithras: Roleplaying as an ancient Zoroastrian god living in the modern age. Refers to his fanbase as his cultists. Has never once broken character.

#vampire the masquerade #au all the things #feral nerd #mx meat crimes #tzinnamon roll #holy cinnamon roll #black rose of aragon #fatima al faqadi #street prince #sparklingwater #london love story

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rose-icosahedron · 8 months

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(Transcript of the text in the image: There was once a princess who lived in a tower/and a knight who sought to rescue her. This would surely not have any negative long term consequences for all of humanity)

Second day of rwbystuck, It's time for Meenah, Kankri, as well as some struggles drawing Dirk as well as a thoughts on names below the cut.

A lot of what I have decided about Meenah and Kankri is pretty up in the air for exactly how their relationship went, but the big points are that some long time ago they were kismesies(ask me about my quadrant worldbuliding in this mostly human au, I promise I won't go on a rant), which actually went pretty swell till Kankri died. We can learn about Meenah's hubris some other time though.

I've figured out Dirk's design by now, but here are some of my early struggles trying to render his glory. As for the promised name thoughts, let me introduce you all to General Tiresias of Atlas:

One can guess from the name and general appearance that she is a version of Terezi, but in this au she is not the only one. To meet my frankly ridiculous quota of characters required for this au, I decided to use both pre and post scratch versions of all characters, so you are actually looking at pre-scratch Terezi right here. I'll talk about her at some point, probably when I get to some of my Hal or Dirk designs, because she is up in their business for mostly good and occasionally ill.

As for names, I needed to clearly distinguish the pre and post scratch versions of each character when they pop up, luckily the homestuck fandom already had a bit of a solution for me, which is to extend the name of the 'adult' version of the character, an example of this being that many fics often refer to Rose's mom as Roxanne(which is true in this au as well). However I've only ever seen this done for humans. Part of this is because an additional name already exists for many of them in the form of ancestor titles. Kankri and Signless are clearly distinct people, and if I say 'Signless' I don't need to tell you that that's post-scratch Kankri, you know who he is.

However this au doesn't have trolls, and things like "Signless" or "Neophyte Redglare" aren't good names for humans. This caused me to realize the second reason why people tend not to extend the names of the trolls, that being it's really hard to do. Names like 'Roxy' or 'Dirk' are shortened forms of other names, as are most of the human names, so its not hard to lengthen them. Most troll names are not short for anything though. Terezi is an example where this isn't a problem, she's named after the mythological figure of Tiresias, so easy.

But that's generally not true. The first troll I had to pick a name for, the reason I discovered this problem, was actually Neophyte. I haven't had a chance to draw her yet, but her name is Latulano Pyrope now. You're welcome. I will admit that her name is not the best work, and some of the names I have come up with are pretty stupid(stares at Disciple), but I promise some of them are good, I'm excited to show you all Psii's when we get there.

Anyways, that's all for today, see you tomorrow.

#homestuck #rwbystuck #terezi pyrope #dirk strider #meenah peixes #kankri vantas

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tornrose24 · 11 months

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I don't know how much of that CU fantasy AU I’m going to actually draw, so I made a list of who gets to be who/what.

George–regular human child. Loves adventure stories and was the one who first proposed to try to stop the dragon. Uses a sword.

Harold–half elf thanks to his dad (who left his mom before Heidi was even born) and was befriended by George. Still an artist and into illustrations. Uses a bow and arrows. Was hesitant about going after the dragon, but George convinced him to do it.

The other kids–

Erica–Maybe a paladin or a knight in training. Is actually the crown princess of the lands and is off exploring/checking on the people.

Melvin– human, but might later get briefly turned into a slime monster (Huh, I wonder what that’s referencing). Is from the boys’ hometown.

Bo–initially I was going to have him be an ogre, but I’m now leaning towards him being a giant who can magically change his size (lke Glogor from Star vs the forces of Evil). Is good friends with Gooch.

Gooch–probably a bard. (Not sure if I’ll keep the elven design from the original drawings or not). Has some misfortune wherever he goes with his pan flute.

Dressy–I originally had her as a fairy, but I think some sort of dryad or siren might be more appropriate.

Stanley–Probably human, because I can’t think of anything else he could be at the moment. Family would still grow stuff, and of course they suffer a lot financially given how a chunk of their produce is sacrificed to the dragon.

Jessica and the Sophies–I’m torn between having all three girls be fairies or have each one be something different. Definitely not human though. (And I admit it would be amusing if later on Other Sophie here IS actually queen of the Croco-bats, but never said anything about it to anyone).

Heidi–half elf like her brother. Absolute sweetheart.

Those from Harold and George’s town/nearby–

Barbara and Moses– Mom’s a scholar and dad is probably a blacksmith (instead of a mechanic).

Grace–the town’s artist. (There’s probably no fantasy version of a real estate agent, though I’d love to see a book about that). Has a thing for guys who aren’t human apparently.

Mayor–Same as in canon. Allowed the residents to vote on a human sacrifice to the dragon out of desperation.

Moxxie–a famous, daring knight. Teacher and protector to Erica. The only human the dragon genuinely fears, but she’s unable to fight him herself due to an injury.

Edith–was the town’s baker. To her horror, she was voted as the sacrifice since she has no family (and also… err…. There was another reason, but the adults would just tell the kids that she was an ‘unmarried woman.’) Does end up getting the dragon to stop terrorizing the town, but not in the way people had assumed.

Adults who are now obstacles or random encounters during the quest–

Ree–either a human or an ogre who is a well known fighter (and maybe an alchemist). Whatever he is would also apply to his brother. One of the few nice adult beings the boys run into on their quest.

Meaner–I’m thinking either a troll or ogre (which would also apply to his sister). Grace might show an interest in him (much to Harold’s horror).

Jerry–probably a fawn or stayr. Mainly because they are one of the chillest mythological beings ever and Jerry isn’t, so that combo would be hilarious.

Professor Poopypants–perhaps a gnome wizard. New Swissland is now a land of gnomes. You can guess how this encounter would go.

Ribble–a gorgon (as a reference to Wicked Wedgie Woman) but without being able to turn anyone to stone.

Anthrope–IDK on this one yet. It’d be funny if she was the most monotonous witch ever.

Fyde–a tree monster. Not a serious threat compared to the others.

Krupp–the dragon that terrorized the boys’ hometown by demanding sacrifices of food and money four times a year or else. Though that soon changed when Edith was dropped on his doorstep instead. (As for the dragon-man form, I’m torn between him being the result of a dragon and a man relationship, but he can’t become fully human like his brother can or it was alternatively the result of getting mixed up with a spell).

CU–Well if Krupp is a dragon then CU is a dragon. Takes an instant liking to the boys and helps them out once in awhile, while accidentally giving them hints on what direction they need to take on their quest. Definately on the boys’ side.

#captain underpants #cu fantasy au #too many characters to list LOL #random stuff would happen and the whole quest might as well be a dungeons and dragons game #the boys quest is them trying to stop a dragon #but it'd be funnier if there was like a second quest where they were stuck with said dragon and have to keep him from getting killed #mainly because i'm a sucker for any story where the boys are stuck with krupp in anysituation

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my-brains-palt · 5 months

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Ordnance Academy

AU thing where Salem had her own academy. Initially framed as a school rivalry against an elitist huntsman academy, revealed to be much more at the Fall of Beacon.

All students are just based on folklore / fantasy / mythological species.

Team MJYQ (Magic), the newest team

Mora De Christalle, based on witches

Sarca-Lynn Jadestone, based on zombies

Yeisen Runn, based on trolls

Quincey Ziba, based on the fae & fairies

Team MDNT (Midnight), one of the eldest student teams

Motley Piebald, based on ghosts

Lachtna Dougal, based on vampires

Nickelaus Hunter, based on werewolves

Danica Tyson, based on embodiments of evil

Team CSHM (Cashmere), another of the eldest student teams, are based on the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The only named one is Carrion Pastal, alluding to Death.

Team MSQD (Masquerade) are a concept team based on human hybrids. Only one so far is Dawn Hawthorne, based on dhamphir.

Team BMST (Brimstone) are in the same notes but allude to holidays.

Besart Tsibown, April Fool Day

Cotton McCoy, Halloween

Sherry Pembe, Valentine’s

Tuyet Isabelline, Yuletide or Xmas (both are written, maybe both but I’m not sure).

Possibly my Jekyll & Hyde team Team GHHL (Ghoul) would be staff. They’re just near each other in my notes at the mo.

#rwby oc #ordnance academy #team ghhl #team mjyq #team mdnt #team cshm #team msqd #team bmst

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rayne-storm · 2 years

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Another Life At Last

AUgust 7 - Youtuber AU

Fandom: The Mummy

Summary: Evelyn/Imhotep

Evie is a history and booktuber, specializing in ancient Egyptian mythology. After she does a video on the Book of the Dead, she starts having dreams about… what feels eerily like her past.

This is a continuation of the AU I started last August, with "In Another Life!"

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"And that is all there is to it! Thank you for watching, I have been Evie, this has been my brother Johnathon, and this has been a delight. Stay safe, stay curious, and we shall see you next time on Burning Bembridges."

Evelyn logged off, said her usual good night to her brother Johnathon, and headed up to her small loft bedroom, consumed as ever by her personal library and antiquities collection. There was a nice desk, a soft bed, a reasonably large armoire, and several shelves filled with texts and objects that brought back small, happy memories.

She settled into her bed, glancing out the window into the warm Egyptian night, wondering as she always did if there was more to life than this. All the great discoveries had been made, the translations almost entirely done, curses broken or debunked. And here she was, a 28-year-old spinster, overqualified and overeducated, paying her bills by making silly videos about mythology with her troublesome brother. Not that she didn't love Johnathon to the end of time and back, but sometimes she just… felt there was something missing.

She scrolled through the statistics for the latest video they released - a breakdown of what remained of the only surviving notes from the explorer's who had discovered the fabled Book of the Dead. It was doing amazingly well, though that was to be expected. There was nothing her people loved more than a good dark story.

The comments were their usual mishmash of positive, negative, sexist, and obscene.

Then one caught her eye in particular:

"Mostly correct, and definitely the most accurate take I've seen. Be careful, Evelyn. Don’t get hurt looking in dark places."

Mostly correct?? Evelyn didn't know whether to feel insulted or honored, and settled somewhere in the middle. Besides, who did this person think they were, to know what for certain was or wasn't correct, with such ancient history?

She looked at the username - Cursd-Imh0tp - and couldn't help rolling her eyes. Some edgelord fanboy playing at being the actual Imhotep - the cursed priest that was condemned to the Homm'Dai, was really going to leave her cryptic, negging messages on her own work?

She sighed, choosing not to respond (always best to avoid feeding the trolls), and turned her phone off. She had to keep the thing off entirely at night, or she would be up well into the morning. Doing that, she wrote in her journal a few minutes, relaxing and unwinding, letting all her anxiety flow through her into her book through her pen.

Finally, she was tired enough that she could fall asleep, placing the book beneath her pillow, and letting dreams take her.

She was in a palace - magnificent, golden, an ancient relic made new and shining. She was in an audience, facing a man that she vaguely recalled from busts and hieroglyphs as a pharaoh - Seti, to be specific. She was standing before him, and though all rational thought screamed that this was both impossible and terrifying, that she was about the last person who should have such an audience.

But he was opening his mouth and speaking, and she understood every word he was saying. More than that, this felt hauntingly familiar.

"Nefertiri, my daughter, you have become a beautiful and fierce young jewel. The time has come to for you to fulfill your destiny."

His daughter? What? Surely the man wasn't addressing her. And yet, she was alone in the center of the chamber, the only one to whom his eyes were drawn.

The Pharaoh did not wait for any response before continuing:

"It is time, my daughter, to unite the two great pillars of my kingdom. You shall join in holy union with High Priest Imhotep. Your legacy shall carry far beyond the centuries, beyond even the morning and evening stars."

Hold on, what?!

Okay, this was just some bizarre fantasy born of reading that stupid comment. But at the same time her heart felt tight. This was so familiar, like a sore memory.

She didn't remember moving, but suddenly she was watching, in the third person, as a her that was so different, perfectly dressed and made for the time, packed up bags and camels.

She watched as a man, tall, handsome, with kind eyes followed. "Imhotep," her memory supplied, and she didn't feel up to questioning things any more.

"I see you're having second thoughts about our wedding."

She felt the panic as clear as this Nefertari did, but it was… mellowed. By distance? By time? She couldn't say.

She watched them, the sorrow-filled goodbye, the delicate hope of another life.

And then she felt eyes on her. She turned, unaware she could even do so until that very moment, and saw Imhotep again, and he was looking straight at her. He wore much the same, which is to say very little, but his legs were now covered slightly more by harem pants than they had been by his earlier garb.

"Come back to me, Evie. It's another life. Shall we live it?"

And as she gasped awake, she could swear she felt lips on her neck.

#rayne writes #my writing #august 2022 #au-gust 22 #fanfiction #the mummy #imhotep #evelyn #imhotep x evy #evy imhotep

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