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sacredjake · 1 year ago

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Heaven & Hell

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! basically p*rn, there is no plot. unprotected penetrative sex, cussing, impact play/spanking, edging, orgasm denial, sir kink, daddy kink, nicknames, hair pulling (f. receiving), oral (f. receiving), rough sex, cockwarming, squirting, dom!jake, eyeliner jake, sweaty jake, some fluff at the end. if i missed any pls let me know!

a/n: i intended to write this many moons ago and finally got around to it. this is inspired by end DIG jake and his smudged eyeliner. huge thank you to @gold-mines-melting for proof reading, coming up with the title, sending pic ideas and telling me to put in more sweaty jake and better descriptions of his beautiful tummy that we all love so much. love you so much, poppy, thank you<33333 also i wanna say that this is the first time @malany-gvf has not read one of my fics before it got posted so she will be going in blind hehe <3

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The show seemed to drag on for eternity, and you were grateful when the boys reappeared back on the stage for their encore. It's not that you weren’t enjoying the show. You were actually enjoying it a little too much. More specifically you were enjoying the way your hot rockstar of a boyfriend looked on the stage, his chest and neck glistening with sweat, his fingers moving furiously against the strings of his guitar, the way his hips were rocking into the instrument and his back arched, and the eyeliner that had smudged under his eyes.

Oh the eyeliner.

It was a shock to you just as much as it was to the fans that night when the curtain dropped. It was faint, just a little bit of black on his waterline, but my god was it driving you absolutely insane. And as the show went on, and the more Jake sweat, the more the eyeliner smudged making it almost unbearable. The throbbing between your legs wouldn't cease and only got worse, the thin material of your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core with the arousal that pooled there.

When they started to play Highway Tune you decided it was time to make your way down to the floor so you could meet them as they walked back to their dressing rooms. You were able to catch the last half of the song after their jam session break, and you waited patiently for them to come off the stage. Just by the way Jake had been playing tonight you knew he would be looking for some relief, and that thought alone excited you.

They had finally finished their set and were coming off the stage, Jake was first, nearly sprinting down the steps. Instead of handing his guitar to his stagehand Jake kept walking, one hand on the neck of the guitar to keep it from swinging about. His eyes were glued to your frame the moment he saw you standing there, the eyeliner extenuating his piercing stare. When he caught up to you, his right arm grabbed your left bicep, pulling you with him down the hall.

You didn’t say a word, knowing all too well what was going on. His guitar was covering the erection that had gotten increasingly worse throughout the night which is why he didn’t hand it off. His fingers dug into the meat of your arm, threatening to leave bruises, and it only turned you on more. The thought of him needing release so badly, and what he was about to do to you in the arena dressing room.

Jake released your arm once at the door, his hand flying out to twist the knob. He guided you inside the room with a hand on your lower back, and quickly shut the door behind himself. You wandered over to the vanity in the dressing room, finding the eyeliner he used still laying on the counter.

“The eyeliner was a nice touch, baby. Made all the fans go crazy.” You picked the pencil up and rolled it between your fingers. You watched through the vanity as Jake carefully removed his beloved guitar from his body and placed it on the spare stand by the couch. With the guitar out of the way, you could see just how badly he was straining against his pants.

He was quiet as he came up behind you, his left hand gripping your hip, the right brushing against your neck lightly to move your hair, exposing your neck. You watched his reflection come closer to you, his mouth right by the shell of your ear. His lips skimmed across your skin leaving fiery heat in their wake trailing from your ear down to the junction of your shoulder and neck where he began to place wet, hot kisses against your skin.

“And what about you, sweetness? You seemed to be enjoying the show more than usual tonight. I bet those lacey panties of yours are just dripping.” The sensation of his breath fanning over your skin was making your head fuzzy, and your limbs weak. You barely registered the sound of the eyeliner pencil dropping onto the counter from your hand.

You reached behind your head, tangling your fingers into his hair as your head rested against his shoulder, your back arching to push your ass further into his erection. With both his hands on your hips, Jake gave you what you asked for, rutting his hips into the swell of your ass. A whimper flew from your lips unable to contain just how needy you were for him.

“Jake please, don’t tease me. I need it, need you, bad.” Your voice was breathy and cracked when it came out, sounding like nothing more than a sigh. His hands traveled to the front of your denim shorts, popping the button and pulling the zipper down slowly. Jake slid the material down your legs, letting them pool at your feet.

“Oh don’t worry,” He nipped at your neck before pulling away, “Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

Jake pulled your hands away from him and placed them on top of the vanity, closer to the mirror. With the new placement of your hands he had you bent over the desk of the vanity, giving him the perfect view of your ass and your face. Not completely satisfied with your position, Jake swiftly nudged your feet wider apart with his own, spreading your legs for him.

“She’s all wet and ready for me, isn’t she?” He drug his middle finger over your clothed slit slowly. The minor action alone made your heat clench and your clit throb. You needed more, and Jake obliged. His finger peeled your underwear away from your sopping cunt, dropping them to lay with your shorts.

Once removed, his middle and ring fingers swept between your folds, stopping at your clit to rub tight, fast circles. His other hand was busy with the button and fly of his pants, doing his best to free his cock from its confines. You watched his dick slap against his tan and toned stomach that was still glistening with sweat as he pulled his boxers down. He grasped himself with his free hand and ran his tip through your folds, gathering your slick. Your high was building steadily the entire time, the coil in your core getting tighter and tighter. But in an instant it was gone. Jake’s ministrations on the hard bundle had stopped completely when he switched the hand holding his dick to pump himself a few times, covering him tip to base in your arousal.

You were ready to beg, and plead for him to do something, anything, when he slammed himself into you fully. The force with which he rocked into you caused your elbows to give out, your weight leaning solely on your forearms against the cold wood of the desk, and forcing your back to arch more.

“Fuck Jake!” You gasped in pleasure at the way he stretched and filled you just right. It was borderline painful, but that's what made it so delectable. His hips hammered into you, punishing and unrelenting. Just the way you liked.

You pressed your hand against the cool mirror to protect your head from being rammed into it, never taking your eyes off of Jake. Sweat trailed down his face and chest, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck. The scene was like one you had seen almost a hundred times, but not restricted solely to the bedroom. He looked as he did on stage not too long ago, brows furrowed and pinched together, mouth hung open slightly, hips thrusting and eyes glued to the source of his pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” He nearly growled watching his cock piston in and out of you, “God you take me so fucking well. Like you’re made just for me, isn’t that right?” He tore his eyes from where the two of you connected and met yours through the reflection in the mirror. All of the air had been sucked out of your lungs. The sight of his dark, lustful eyes rimmed in the black eyeliner had depleted you of all thoughts and oxygen. You could only stare back at him and nod with your mouth open.

Air quickly filled your lungs again with a sharp breath as his hand came down on your ass. The sound cracked loudly throughout the space, the motions of his hips never ceasing. You knew there was likely to be a full handprint, red and angry etched onto your skin.

“I’ll try again in case you didn’t understand the question,” He planted his hand on the vanity next to your elbow, the sweat that spilled down his chest now began to seep into your shirt as he leaned into you. His other hand gripped your hip, using it to hold you firm. You didn’t dare look away from him, holding eye contact while he spoke next to your ear.

“Who does this dripping cunt belong to?” He asked, his voice low and gruff. You couldn’t stop the groan that tumbled passed your lips even if you had tried.

Jake was always sweet and gentle with you. He would constantly whisper ‘i love you’s into your hair with a kiss, bring you flowers any chance he had, open doors for you and hold you like you were the most fragile thing on the planet. You knew he would never hurt you intentionally and loved the way he worships you.

Every now and then, though, you would get this side of Jake. He was demanding and rough and obscene. And you loved every single bit of it. This was exactly what you had been hoping for when you saw him on stage earlier in the night, and you were ready to feed into this side of him.

“You, daddy, it’s all for you. Only for you.” You cooed watching for his reaction. His jaw clenched, and you could’ve sworn the chocolate of his irises turned solid black.

In a split second he stood back up, both hands latched onto your waist. The speed on his hips never waivered, but his hands guided your hips to meet his with every thrust.

“Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You nodded quickly.

Your promise was quickly forgotten as his hips drilled into you faster and harder. The pace he set was absolutely grueling. With each thrust you were brought closer and closer to your end, you couldn’t hold your head up any longer. Your chin dropped down to your chest, your eyes squeezing shut.

“What did I just fucking say?” Jake’s hand wrapped around your throat and pulled you upwards as he continued to fuck you mercilessly. When your back was fully flush against his chest, his hand moved upwards to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him in the mirror. With the new angle you were teetering on the edge of bliss.

Jake knew instantly. He knew your body better than anyone. Knew all the signs of your impending orgasm.

“I’m gonna-“ You were swiftly cut off with a smack to your left outer thigh.

“No you aren’t, you’re gonna be a good girl and you’re not going to cum until I say so.” Jake grit out through his clenched teeth next to your ear, hot breath cascading over your sticky skin.

Using the hold on your jaw he roughly pushed you back towards the counter top of the vanity. Your left arm shot down, your right catching on the mirror to stabilize yourself. Every breath, moan, and whine escaping your mouth fell against the mirror making it fog slightly.

“Jake please, please. I can’t- I need to- fuck, I need to cum, please.” You whine, giving him your best fucked-out-doe-eyes.

Jake’s only response was a groan coming from deep within his chest. His hand that was previously on your jaw wound tightly in your hair, drawing your head back sharply. The new pleasure that coursed throughout your body was heavenly. You felt him everywhere, and it was sinful bliss.

With the grip on your hair, he used the leverage to pull your body backwards to meet each unforgiving thrust of his hips. The only sounds that came from you now were choked back sobs as you did your best to keep your orgasm at bay. You did as you were told and kept your eyes on his reflection, his lust blown orbs staring back at you.

“Oh fuck babygirl, just like that.” The words came out low and breathy, sending you headfirst into your long awaited climax. Through your squinted eyes you watched as Jake’s head snapped back, his mouth hung open.

Before he reached his own climax, he pulled out of you quickly. His fingers circled your clit making sure to carry you through the rest of your high. When you finally came down, he turned you around pressing your ass to sit on the counter. Without warning Jake dropped to his knees in front of you and pulled your thighs around his shoulders, eyes boring into you the entire time.

He dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, gathering your release and groaning deeply, his eyes rolling backwards. The sight alone was enough to bring you to the edge so quickly. The smudged eyeliner underneath his eyes made him look so soft, yet dangerous. Like he could flip on a dime at any moment and split you in half just as he was moments ago.

With each pass of his tongue over your sensitive bundle the coil deep in your core burned hotter. Jake was steadily working you towards another orgasm with his velvet smooth tongue alone. Your nails raked against his scalp, pulling groans from him and sending the vibrations straight to your dripping heat.

You could spend eternity like this. Jake’s head between your legs, worshiping you the way he loves most. He looked absolutely divine. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and neck. The ends of his hair clinging to the wet skin. The look in his eyes was probably the best part. He looked like he was in absolute heaven, enjoying the way his tongue glided against you, gathering every bit of your sweet nectar.

Just when you were about to fall off the edge, Jake pulled back with a wicked grin. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, his tongue darting out to clean what he missed. You huffed a needy sigh in retaliation.

“What’s the matter babygirl?” He rose to his feet and placed his hands on the vanity, caging your hips between them. His eyes darted around your face in faux concern before his mouth broke into a smirk.

“Oh.”

Such a simple word, but it was mocking and condescending, “Did you think I was going to let you cum?” The arrogant smirk never left his face as he reached up to tuck the hair from your face behind your ear. His hand slid down your neck softly, landing on the juncture of your throat and shoulder.

“Only good girls get to cum more than once, baby. You haven’t been very good.”

“I’ve been good.” You whined with a pout, squirming under his gaze.

“But you haven’t. I told you not to cum until I said so and did you listen?”

“No.” You dropped your chin to your chest, your focus landing on his necklaces dangling from his chest. His hand snaked up your neck to the base of your skull, his thumb pushing under your jaw and forcing you to look up at him.

“No, you didn’t. Do you know what that means?”

“I need to be punished.” You whispered innocently and sweet, looking at him doe-eyed.

“That’s right, baby. Stand up.”

You did as he asked and stood from your seated position with a little help from Jake. He led you to the couch where he rid himself of his pants and boxers fully before taking a seat.

“You’re gonna ride me until I say you can cum. Is that clear?”

He looked glorious sprawled out across the mundane couch. His arms were outstretched on the back, legs wide open and cock pressed against his soft, yet firm stomach. Everything about him in this simple state exuded confidence and authority.

The cushions of the couch were plush, your knees sinking into them softly as you moved closer to straddle him. With your mouth practically watering you nodded frantically. You received nothing but a ‘tsk’ from Jake and a firm hand connecting to your backside earning a hiss from your lips as you sucked in a quick breath.

“I asked you a question.” He was stoic with an eyebrow cocked looking up at you, waiting for another slip up.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s my girl.” His hand soothed the sting it left behind and slid upwards to rest on your waist. You lowered yourself down onto his lap with your hand wrapped around his length, guiding him through your slick walls.

He wore the same authoritative expression as you lowered yourself all the way down. Cocksure and waiting. It was a sight that made you that much more aroused. Something about the way he emanated power while you were mechanically in control turned you on immensely.

With both hands on his shoulders for support you lifted yourself up while rolling your hips forward before taking all of him in again. The speed you moved was steady, enjoying the feeling of his cock pushing and pulling against your clenching walls. Each motion of your hips wound the coil tighter and hotter, your second orgasm within reach.

It was at this point that Jake grew impatient. His fingers dug roughly into the flesh at your waist and he took control of your hips, lifting you up quickly before slamming you back down on him fully. With each descent of your hips to his, you were met halfway as he began to thrust up into you. Moans, and gasps tumbled past your lips with an occasional curse word.

Your body eventually gave up, letting Jake have all the power. The only thing holding you upright were your arms looped around his neck and his left arm cradling the entirety of your back, your head supported with the same hand. In this position he was all around you. There was nothing else, only Jake.

You kept your eyes locked on his, your mouth hung open in ecstasy, his lips drawn up into something akin to a pinched sneer.

“Is the pretty girl too fucked out to beg?” He mocked between thrusts. You couldn’t answer him, not a coherent thought forming.

“That’s okay baby. She’s doing all the begging for you, gripping my cock so tight. I know she wants it.” Your eyes rolled back at the way he spoke about your pussy. He was going to be the death of you.

“Go on then, let her have it. Cum for me, princess, give it to me.” Jake grit between clenched teeth, holding back his own climax just long enough to demand yours. For the second time he threw you over the edge into the vast pit of searing pleasure. The feeling was euphoric and relieving, the intense pressure that had been building finally released.

Though your senses were dulled through the haze you could feel water coating your thighs, ass and belly, soaking portions of your shirt.

“Oh fuck!” Jake groaned from below you the sound emanating from deep within his chest. He fucked into you faster somehow prolonging your orgasm and increasing the amount of liquid you felt splattering your skin.

“That’s it babygirl, keep soaking my cock. Such a good girl squirting for daddy. Goddamn.” Praises flew past his clenched teeth as he reached his own high only to fall on deaf ears. You were far too gone to understand any of what he was saying.

Violent muscle spasms rolled through your body while Jake did his best to support you through his release. He pulled your body into his with your chests pressed together and your cheek resting against his shoulder. The spasms faded into twitches before dissipating while you laid against him. You could feel every breath he took, his chest heaving up and down.

“Goddamn you are perfect,” Jake whispered breathlessly and turned to place a kiss on your cheek, smoothing your hair with his hand, “I love you so much, baby.”

You peered up at him, not having the energy to move your head, and met his eyes. He was smiling softly at you and practically glowing. A smile etched its way onto your face, tired and completely fucked out.

“I love you too.”

The two of you stayed in that position for a little while longer until you were uncomfortable, your combined sweat beginning to dry. You sat up from his sticky chest and winced due to the soreness and him still being tucked inside you. Jake was about to help you off of him when you froze.

The entire couch was practically soaked. The cushions on either side of you were wet and you were positive the one below you had to be drenched. Your shirt was also wet, the lower half of it clinging to your skin, and Jake’s groin and belly showed remnants of liquid that had sprayed across him.

“Oh my god…”

“Made quite the mess baby, but it’s okay,” He pulled you closer with a hand to the nape of your neck, “It was insanely hot.” He flashed you a smirk and placed a quick kiss to your lips.

He helped you ease off of him and stand, holding your hands while you regained your balance on wobbly legs. When he was sure you could stand on your own he followed suit. Your guess was in fact correct. The cushion that had been below you was almost completely covered.

Jake followed your wide eyes staring at the couch. As if sensing your anxiety he pulled the cushion out of the couch, turning it 180° before flipping it over and placing it back on the couch. He did the same with the others before looking back to you.

“Good as new.” He pulled you into his side and kissed your hair. You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a thankful squeeze.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. Now,” He squeezed you back before untangling himself from you to face you fully and hold both of your hands, “Let’s get you a new shirt and get back to the hotel so we can take a nice hot shower and clean you up. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven.” You sighed dreamily feeling your body relax at just the mention of hot water cascading over your aching muscles.

“Not quite,” Jake chuckled and shook his head, “You’re the only thing on this earth that’s like Heaven, baby.”

“If I’m like Heaven, then what’re you?”

He gave you a wicked grin and shot you a wink, holding his arms out as if presenting himself.

“Welcome to Hell, angel.”

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ineffableaddiction · 8 months ago

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What does ‘Fallen’ mean?

Our favourite ineffable couple were both angels in the beginning. NKA Crowley was creating nebula and new stars, and Aziraphale (always known as Aziraphale) happened to be “in the right place,” helping Crowley know the creation of something that was obviously soooo loved.

Then there is empty space. Crowley fell. They ‘why’ of this is questionable. As Neil Gaiman said, Crowley is not a reliable narrator for the fall.

But, if we do take all of the clues, it does seem that ‘asking damn fool questions’ was a crime associated with Crowley. So, perhaps his story isn’t the full picture, but the basic outlines are there.

So Crowley fell for asking questions, for wondering, for wanting to know why.

Then, we have Aziraphale. The beautiful angel who is so concerned about doing good. He goes directly against what he believes is god’s plan several times, in order to do what he believes is right, but does not get cast out if heaven.

What does this tell us?

It appears that the ‘sin’ Crowley was guilty of was not ‘hanging out with the wrong people’ or even questioning God. It was because he was HIM. And for some reason, he has become both of heaven and of hell. I think this is the best representation of this:

Crowley is who taught humans to be human. He wasn’t truly bad, nor truly good. He was the template that humanity drew from. Curiosity. Asking questions. What’s so bad about knowing the difference between right and wrong anyway?

He and Aziraphale were both put on Earth from the beginning. Crowley taught the humans how to human. He also taught Aziraphale how to care for humanity.

And while doing this, he taught Aziraphale love (as humans understand it).

Which goes back to the initial question: Why did Aziraphale, who actively went AGAINST god, not become a fallen angel?

Crowley has taken on the sins of the angels that remain in heaven. He, in the book and the series, is not really a DEMON, as depicted by other demons in hell. He also doesn’t seem to have spent a lot of time in hell after Earth was created. He is KNOWLEDGE and LOVE. And he recognizes that the struggle between heaven and hell is eternal, but always takes the die of humanity.

Likewise, Aziraphale was on Earth for as long as Crowley. He represents learning about faith, and how faith that is blind is not always moral, or compassionate. He is LOVE, and his struggle is similar to that of humans… what to do when what you believe God wants does not align with what is morally right. And in this, he gains knowledge and starts asking questions of his own.

Both fight, together on their own terms. Neither belonging entirely to heaven nor hell, both belonging to humanity, and yet struggling because of their unique place in the story of Earth, the story of heaven and hell, the story of rejection and acceptance, the story of belonging and love.

Which of these two have truly fallen?

Or, have neither?

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #why do some angels fall #what is the criteria to get kicked out of heaven #how does this even happen

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hayleylatour · 5 months ago

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Finding peace 🕊️

Content warnings- unprotected PIV (don’t do this that’s how you end up in this situation) Oral (f receiving) this is basically just smut. Future talks about pregnancy and options some fluff at the end cause I already love them

Summary- Mia is a 24 year old new bookstore owner who’s best friend is dating the drummer of up and coming metal band Bad Omens Nick Foilo. Jess is known for trying to set Mia up on blind dates. What happens when Mia meets Noah Sebastian

A/N- I may have been writing this non stop since i posted chapter one.

Pairings- babydaddy!Noah Sebastian x OC (Mia)

Chapter two- Mia’s pov

“Your place or mine?” I whispered

Noah pulled back an inch and smirked “you live alone right? Jolly is at my place, Jess said you live alone.”

I gave Noah my address and told him to follow me there, my nerves felt like live wire. My wrist still tingling where he touched. The five minutes drive to my apartment felt like an eternity but as I threw the car in park Noah was already standing beside the door. We walked up in silence, shoulder to shoulder his pinky ever so lightly y grazing my hip.

Noah is on me before the door is closed, pushing me against the wood and diving into my neck. “Fuck you smell so good angel”

Moaning I thread my hands through his hair. Hands pull at the hem of my hoodie his eyes dilated and asking permission to continue, I nod giving him the go ahead “words angel. I need to hear you say you want this.” He breathes, fingers toying with the hem now.

“I want this, Noah, please” slowly the toying stops and he’s pulling the fabric up and over my head, throwing it across the room as if it had burned him. His fingers graze over my chest and down my belly, popping the button of my pants. I can feel his bulge against my hip. “Stop teasing.” I growl ripping the jeans down my thighs and reaching for his zipper. He laughs at my urgency pushing my hands away to remove his jacket and shirt. Fuck me sideways, seeing his body covered in artwork made my knees weak.

“Bedroom.” I breathe

Noah chuckles “where is it?” He says grabbing the backside of my thighs lifting me, my legs circling his waist. I point him in the right direction before licking a long strip up his neck. Noah lays me on the bed lowering himself to the floor and pulling me by my ankles. A squeak escaping my lips followed my a deep moan as his hot breath fans over my clothed center

“You’re soaked angel, all this for me” Noah says into my pussy before licking me through my panties. His hand coming up and resting on my chest as his teeth nip at the exposed skin. Looking down his eyes are already on mine, dark obsidian pupils bore into me and he takes the band of my underwear in his mouth and pulls. Once off Noah slides my soaked garment into his back pocket.

“You taste so sweet, such a pretty pussy.” The vibrations from his voice sent a shockwave through my core

whining, his name comes out like a chant “Please don’t stop, I’m so close” His head dips again, licking a broad stripe up to my clit, before sucking it in between his lips. His fingers prodding my entrance before siding into me, massaging that spot inside only he has ever been able to reach. The pleasure causing my vision to go black.

When Noah comes up for air his chin is covered with my slick. Pulling myself up to a sitting position I tug his closer to me and smash my lips to his. A surprised gasp leaves him before he begins kissing me back. Crawling over me my hands fly to his jean cover cock. Palming him through the material. Groaning he kicks them away leaving him in his boxers.

“I didn’t bring any protection.” He admits pulling away slightly.

“I’m clean, i promise it’s okay, please” dark eyes staring down at me. Sliding the last of the clothing off his cock springs free from its confinement and rest against my stomach. Noah reaches a hand between our body’s and slowly slides himself into me.

“Fuck you’re so tight” hips rocking slowly, bringing my right leg to his shoulder and leaning down to connect our lips again. My pussy pulsating around him as he slams himself into me so fast i nearly lose my breath. My vision goes blurry and the euphoria feeling fills my brain.

“You look so good like this, look so sexy taking my cock” He moans into my shoulder. The coil in my belly gets tighter and tighter. “You gonna cum? Come on cum for me, good girl”

His pace doesn’t change as he reaches his hand down to rub tight circles on my clit, hurdling me over the edge.

“Fuck I’m coming, Noah please” im not sure what im begging for, but the words rush past my lips before my brain can process it.

“Me too angel just let go, fuck where do you want it?” Lowering my leg to his waist, I lock my ankles behind his back.

“Inside please, inside me” I moan trying to pull him closer.

“Fuck are you sure?” Nodding was all he needed before he coated my walls in his hot release, slowing to a stop. Noah leaves a quick peck on my forehead before standing and exiting to the bathroom. Coming back with a cool washcloth and wiping my thighs.

“Stay.” I mumble sleep already taking my body over. Noah climbs in next to me pulling my head onto his chest, his heart rate is still erratic evening out after a few minutes.

Sleep eventually comes and Noah’s breathing evens to a slow and steady rhythm.

I’m awoken by the smell of pancakes and coffee. Sitting up and stretching I hear Noah humming a tune I don’t recognize, padding over to my dresser and pulling on an over sized tee-shirt I make my way to the kitchen. Noah has his back to me his boxers hanging low on his hips, whisking more batter with a plate of pancakes to his right and a cup of steaming coffee to his left.

“Good morning sleepy head” he says turning to me giving me a toothy grin

“You didn’t have to make anything but thank you.” Noah and I sit to eat as he tells me about the next album he’s working on and how this melody has been playing in his head since late last night. He goes on to ask about the store.

After we eat Noah walks to the front door where our clothes are haphazardly thrown. Picking them up he pulls his phone from the pocket. Before turning to me and handing me the device

“Put your number in, in case you need to blow off some steam again, I’ll be here” his eyes moving across my face and down to my body. I take the phone and quickly type my number sending myself a text.

“Hey i gotta get to the studio. But text me okay? Don’t be a stranger Mia.” Noah said pulling on the white tee before making his way to the bedroom.

After Noah left I sat on my couch and called Jess. “What happened to not trying to set me up Jess?”

“Well I may have mentioned to Noah after we got of the phone yesterday that you were in a dry spell and needed a good fuck, I didn't think he'd actually go for it, BUT! it worked because you’re hair is a mess and you’re face has some more color to it now. Tell me, was it amazing? I’ve heard rumors that Noah is amazing in bed” Jess pulls her phone closer to her face. Laughing I tell my best friend about the best sex I’ve had in a long time.

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kazzsk2 · 4 months ago

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Hello there!

tw long sentences and ask(just in case<':) )

Just found out about your account and your sacrifice ressurection au and I just love it.

But there are some parts I didn't really get so it would be great to hear more about the au. The lack of understanding could be due my bad knowledge of English so sorry in advence if you had revealed information, that I'm asking now, before.

The main questions are about the first part of your story. I haven't played cotl, just heard the lore from tumblr, but still, how much of original game is included in your au? Was there a fight between Narinder and the Lamb like in og? What relationships between Narinder and his siblings?

In one of your comic Lamb says that he resurrected the Bishops from purgatory, if I remember correctly. Is this was after Lamb sacrificed themselves to Narinder or before? Is this was Lamb or Narinder idea to bring them back?

If Shamura was the one to give the idea of resurrection to Narinder in the first place why Narinder had to do it in secret? ...how he hid the bodies of the Lamb when he killed themself?

What was the Bishops reaction to resurrected Lamb?

That's the first that came to my mind but I'm sure there is more but it's late and my braincells are not really in the mood to work.

If my writing was so bad that you couldn't understand what I was asking about then take it as the cry to more au ramble. I need it to function okay for the next 5 days. Begging like Narinder to Lamb.

Btw can't wait for your another au posts:)

Good night!

Or morning, day or evening. Idk what timezome you are in.

Dude I'm so glad you like my au >:D, but yeah most of the prologue is the game. Narinder and the lamb do end up fighting in the game in a giant boss fight if you choose to keep the crown rather than giving it to him. After that, if you spare his life, you can get him to join your cult. Similar final boss fights happen against the other bishops to get them to join.

This is when I diverged off the game as after all of that, the lamb in my au sets up a sacrifice of themself after all of that to give the crown back to narinder and give him back his powers.

The relationship between narinder and his siblings was a bit strained at first (because they killed him and would've had him trapped for all of eternity basically) but this au takes places after they've made up to the best of their abilities and are somewhat regular siblings now.

It was shamura who suggested the idea first to narinder, but they regretted that as they realized that narinder was worse off mentally than they thought he was and narinder began to grow obsessed with the idea of bringing them back.

It got to the point that the both heket and shamura had began to monitor narinder when they could to prevent him from trying to resurrect the lamb as it wasn't doing neither of them good for him to keep trying. Of course, narinder had begun to do them in secret at night and by the time the others realized what he was doing, it was too late and he made the deal with lamb.

Heket was furious cuz she knew the lamb didn't want this and this extreme attachment narinder had to the lamb would just worsen now the lamb was back. Shamura & leshy both had the sentiment of "Oh well, at least narinder seems slightly better". Kallamar mostly felt guilty at not being able to stop narinder from resurrecting the lamb against their will, but he was relieved to see narinder happier at the lamb's presence.

Hope this all makes sense and sorry for any writing errors (I literally am eye blind to any spelling & grammar errors rn I've been typing so fast)

Edit: also I imagine that like he disintegrated the bodies of lamb after the failed resurrections

#cotl au #sacrifice resurrection au #cotl lamb #cotl #cotl narilamb #cotl narinder #cotl leshy #cotl heket #cotl shamura #cotl kallamar

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trsrina · 2 years ago

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paper cut zb1 p. gunwook

your protective boyfriend, gunwook, makes a big deal out of your barely lethal paper cut.

written in second person pov, gn reader, established relationship, fluff wc: ~0.61k

!! mentions of blood, injury

“y/n!”

the deafening sound of someone calling out your name echoed through the halls and you turn to look at where the yell came from only to be met with a warm embrace, covering your vision with his chest and it was none other than your boyfriend, park gunwook.

“i missed you,” gunwook lets you out of his embrace and instead grabs your arms with a protective grip, beaming at you with a lovesick grin on his face, anyone could tell he was in love.

“we literally just saw each other this morning,” you deadpanned. god, this boy.

“which was like two lessons ago. basically like half a day,” he said so in a matter-of-factly way, over-exaggerating his words.

“your concept of time seems to be messed up.” “it feels like an eternity whenever i’m away from you,” curse this boy for always making your heart beat at such a rapid pace.

not having a care for the jealous eyes that glanced at you two, he held your hand and played with it, until his fingers brushed through a spot that made you hiss in pain and instantly retract your hand, him softening his gaze to look at you with worried eyes.

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” gunwook restored the warmth around your hands once again. this time, he carefully touched your hands as if they were glass, closely inspecting them until he came across your index finger which had a small cut on the fingertip, red from the fresh cut but not completely bleeding.

“you’re bleeding! how could you turn a blind eye to this? we need to get you fixed up immediately,” as if he was a worried mother, he tried to drag you to the medical office but you stayed in your place, unwilling to leave.

“it’s just a small paper cut. it’ll be fine in a couple of days. i have some bandaids that i can fix myself with, no need to trouble the staff,” your hand left his grip and raised it to show him the barely lethal cut and now, it was your turn to drag him.

he followed behind you as you pulled him into your classroom, sitting him down on the seat of your seatmate’s, taking out a bandaid from your backpack.

gunwook’s hands gently wrapped around your wrist and barely even touching, only ghosting over your skin, stopping your actions and making you turn your head towards him in confusion.

“let me help you,” his large hands lightly took the bandaid from yours, unwrapping the bandaid and gently wrapping it against your cut, his tongue slightly poking out as he focused and you were only looking at him, doe eyes admiring your lover’s caring nature and serene face.

“all done! be careful or i might have to wrap you in bubble wrap next time,” gunwook jokingly scolded you as he stood up from the seat, pushing the chair back into its original place and leaned down to give you a goodbye kiss, his plump lips softly pressing against your cheek as the bell rang to signify the end of your break.

and at last, he didn’t forget to leave a kiss on your wound, kissing your bandaged finger gently, as if kissing your pain away and leaving you with a blush across your cheeks.

as he left to go back to his own classroom, he kept making different kind of hearts with his hand for you from behind the window between the halls and your classroom, leaving a bashful smile on your face as you look down to your bandaged finger, your classmates teasing you for your boyfriend’s cheesy actions, cooing at your tooth-rottingly cute relationship.

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rubyreduji · 2 years ago

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at the top — bsk

summary: it’s always said that it’s lonely at the top, you just didn’t believe it

tags: angst, fluff, idolverse, can be read as platonic or romantic wc: 2.8k an: this is very y/n centric but uhhh i hope its still enjoyable (y/n is basically IU in this universe if we wanna talk about popularity and success)

The flashing lights almost burn against your skin as a brigade of cameras relentlessly attack you from all sides. You stand still, a painful wide smile plastered onto your face just like you were trained to do all those years ago. You can hear voices shouting out to you, but they just sound like ringing in your ears.

After what feels like an eternity of being blinded you’re ushered into the event hall where the actual ceremony will be taking place. You can’t relax yet, though. The dress you’ve been forced into fits you uncomfortably and has been irritating you since the moment you put it on, but you can’t let it show as you shake hands with all the necessary people and exchange niceties. You nod along to whatever they’re saying and hope you don’t look too dead in the eyes as you do.

“Y/N-ah, it’s good to see you again.” Your brain finally releases you from its stupor to turn towards the familiar voice.

It’s a coping tactic you developed years ago, when you were too young to really deal with all of the fame and networking and diplomacy. You call it your Professionalism Haze where you just block out as much as you can while still maintaining a level of propriety. As you got older you never did lose the habit. If anything it’s probably the only thing getting you through these types of events without going mad.

“Hyunae-unnie,” you bow slightly to the woman who has approached you. Hyunae is one of the people in the industry who you wholeheartedly enjoy the company of. You two did your training together as it was believed you two would debut in the same group before it was decided you would both debut as solo artists instead.

“Congratulations on your recent comeback, and your many nominations tonight.” If it was any other artist speaking to you, you might believe there was malice or envy behind the words, but you know Hyunae is being completely sincere.

“Thank you. I send you good regards towards your own comeback as well.” You know your words don’t mean much as Hyunae’s comeback was not nearly as successful as yours, but you still hope to convey how proud you are of both of your successes, no matter how big or small.

You hear a loud commotion coming from the entrance of the building and you glance over to see SEVENTEEN entering the venue. The loud boys all move further into the venues, greeting people as they do.

You stare at them as they move as a unit. Their crisp suit jackets and styled hair and meticulously picked jewelry. Despite the gender difference between you two, you know that just as much time was put into making them presentable as it was with you. You wonder if their shoes pinch their feet the way yours do to you.

The group of thirteen men are up for a couple awards themselves tonight. You wouldn’t call yourself a fan of them, but you are well versed in their status. They interest you to say the least. You’ve never met another K-Pop idol like them individually, let alone a whole group of them.

Your eyes land on Boo Seungkwan. You find him the most interesting out of the whole group with his big personality and outstanding vocal talents. His hair is styled out of his face, slightly pushed back to change up his normal style. He’s dressed in a suit like the rest of his group. His suit is a navy color that is styled with a silky white under shirt. He has more necklaces than you do adorning his neck and like always, his signature smile graces his face.

The lights in the room are on the dimmer side, but he still shines, standing out from the rest of the crowd. One of his members says something to him and you can hear him laugh even from across the room. You stare at the way his face lights up even more, something you didn’t know was possible.

You study his body movements and the way he interacts with everyone around him. You see him smile at multiple people, but that’s not a surprise. Seungkwan is very popular. He’s very open with his body language and how he carries himself, something you’re not sure if you emulate properly.

You ponder how Seungkwan is objectively attractive, but to you he’s also subjectively attractive with his smooth skin and high cheekbones and bright eyes.

“Y/N?” Your attention is pulled back to your unnie and you apologize for spacing off. She brushes it off, far too well-versed in similar actions herself.

“Excuse me, I think I should go find my seat before the ceremony starts.” You bow once more to Hyunae before heading off in the general direction of where your manager told you your seat is. It doesn’t take you long to find it and you sit down in your chair, the first one at the table.

“Y/N!” You look up to see three men approaching you. One of them being the man you are guilty of staring at a few moments ago.

You stand and bow to them. “Hoshi-ssi, Dokyeom-ssi, Seungkwan-ssi.”

“Congratulations on another successful year,” Hoshi tells you. You know he’s not just referencing your recent comeback but all of the projects you’ve done within the past year including the first leg of your tour, premiering in a movie, the release a new fashion line, and several record-breaking comebacks.

“Ah, Y/N-noona you’re so cool,” DK says. “You do so much, it’s amazing that you’re still standing.”

“Yah, don’t say stuff like that!” Seungkwan smacks at DK’s arm. “Your diligence is very commendable Y/N-noona.”

“Thank you, though the work SEVENTEEN does is just as exemplary as mine.” It’s no secret how hard the boys work and how they’re constantly doing something whether it’s promotions, comebacks, variety shows, and anything of the like.

“Yah, you three! Stop walking off!” You turn your head to see S.Coups approaching. “I apologize for any troubles my members may have given you.” S.Coups bows to you. “Come on you guys.” Before you can even respond to S.Coups, the four men are walking off to their own table.

It doesn’t take long for things to start to settle down as the guests start to find their tables. You’re sitting at a table with a couple more solo artists. They all talk to one another but nobody spares you much of a glance. Or maybe it’s you who isn’t paying them any attention. It doesn’t matter either.

The ceremony starts and you sit there and stare at the shoes of everyone who walks on stage because the lights are shining too bright to look at their faces. You go through all the normal motions of what you’re supposed to. Clap when someone gets introduced, laugh when they make a joke, smile when something nice is said.

It’s not until the awards start that you force yourself to listen, and even then you start to space out at times. You’re nominated for four categories tonight. You’ll most likely win all four of them. You know you should be appreciative, but it all feels meaningless to you.

“This year’s Top Solo Female Idol is…L/N Y/N!”

You hear your voice called over the surround system and you automatically stand and smile, waving at where the cameras are placed. Your feet start to move to the stage before you can tell them to and then all of a sudden you’re standing on the stage, staring out at the crowd.

Your eyes try to focus on something in the audience. This time it just happens to be the arrangement of blue flowers sitting on a table near the back.

For once you’re thankful for all of the pre-written speeches that were shoved down your throat a week ago as you recite it like it’s the most natural thing to you. You make a note to send a thank you basket to your PR manager.

You finish your speech and go back to your seat. You feel awkward sitting at the table with your award placed in front of you. The night is only going to get worse. More speeches, more smiling, more standing. Shake this hand and greet this person and say these words and always make sure your dress isn’t bunched up. You feel like a puppet.

You do end up winning all of the awards you were nominated for and you have to go to a press conference afterward to show your gratitude for all of the support.

You don’t miss the looks the other idols shoot you. You don’t have to interpret what they mean. It’s been the same since your first successful album as a rookie. None of them believed in you and now that you’re levels above them they don’t want to talk to you. You don’t blame them.

At the end of the night you’re finally loaded into your car and you slip your shoes off of your feet in the car. You’re in your apartment for about two seconds before you unzip your dress and let it fall to the ground before moving to your room to change into something comfortable.

You undo your hair and clean off your makeup before sliding on a mask and slipping your hood over your head. You walk down the block to the convenience store on the corner and browse the sodas and chips before making a selection. You pay for your treats and are thankful the cashier doesn’t recognize you. It’s not that too hard to believe though. Sometimes you can’t even recognize yourself without your makeup.

A deep sigh escapes your mouth as you start to walk back home. Tonight should be one of the happiest nights for you, but here you are, alone, buying junk food from the convenience store, feeling miserable. You are grateful for your job, you really are, but it’s all so…exhausting.

Your feet still hurt from wearing your heels for so long so you find a bench to sit on and rest your feet for a moment. As you sit down everything starts to crash down on you. You place your head in your hands and start to silently cry.

You don’t know how long you’ve been there when you hear a voice address you. “Excuse me have you- oh, are you okay?” You look up to see a familiar face. “Y/N?”

You quickly wipe away your tears and straighten up though you know that Seungkwan has already seen it all. “I- I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what? Are you okay? What are you doing out here all alone? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry that you have to see me like this,” you say to Seungkwan. You’re embarrassed if you’re being honest. Out of everyone in the world to find you, it has to be Seungkwan.

He’s changed into street clothes and even through your distress you note how nice he looks. There’s always been something satisfying to you about idols in normal clothing. Maybe it’s because it makes them look like actual people.

“What are you doing here? It’s late and you’re all alone. Are you not celebrating your wins?”

“I…don’t have anyone to celebrate with,” you admit. “I don’t have many friends in the industry.”

“Well, you have me! We’re friends.” Seungkwan sits down on the bench next to you.

“Why are you here?” You change the subject.

“Ah, SEVENTEEN is celebrating our win at a bar nearby. I just needed a walk to clear my head for a moment,” Seungkwan explains. “Now, why are you crying on the street alone?”

You never knew if Seungkwan is as nice as he seems on camera, but apparently he is and it’s somehow making everything worse. You’re not sure if you want to just dump all of your problems on him at 1am on a random street right after crying when he should be celebrating with his group, but it’s not like you have anyone else to tell.

“I’m not sure what I’m even doing,” you finally say. “I’ve dreamed of this being my life since I was little, and now that I have it I feel…lost.”

“Lost?”

“I don’t know who I am anymore. I live my life day in and day out doing more or less the same thing, it’s like I’m on autopilot. This whole night I felt just like a doll, just something to play with and control. It’s exhausting.”

“You need to take time to take care of yourself. You’re going to burn yourself out if you keep doing all of the things you are now. You should spend time with friends or take a vacation,” Seungkwan says.

You laugh a bit incredulously. “Take a vacation? My manager would kill me. The next leg of my tour starts in two weeks and I’m filming ad collabs and working on my next album in the meantime,” you tell the other idol. You hope he understands a bit. “As for the friend one…I don’t have friends. Everyone is either too intimidated or too resentful to spend time with me. I’m one of the most successful idols in Korea, and I can’t even get someone to spend time with me.”

“Don’t say that. I’m your friend. I’m spending time with you right now, aren’t I?”

“Only because you found me crying alone. It’s pathetic I know. The media would have a field day with this if they saw me now.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to spend time with you in other situations. Honestly, all of SEVENTEEN would like to be your friend. You deserve to have people who care for you.” The words hit harder than you’re expecting and you feel your eyes start to well up with tears again. “Our jobs aren’t easy, but you’re is even harder than mine. You are so strong to do as much as you do, and all alone. I wouldn’t be able to do what I do without my members for support, and you deserve support as well.”

“Thank you, Seungkwan-ssi.” Your voice is soft, afraid that if you speak louder you might start sobbing.

“I think we can drop formalities,” Seungkwan says. “We’re friends now, remember.” You just nod.

It’s quiet between you two for a moment before you speak up. “Do you ever…wish your life was different? That you weren’t an idol?”

“This job is not for the weak of heart,” Seungkwan starts, “and sometimes it is hard, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Why? Do you…not want to be an idol anymore?”

“I’m not sure.” You take a moment to choose your words carefully. “I’m not happy. I love my fans and I love making everyone proud, but I don’t know if I’m being true to myself anymore.”

Seungkwan thinks over what you just said before responding slowly. “If you’re not happy anymore, then why do you keep doing it?”

“I’m too far in. I can’t be anyone else after the image I’ve built up. I don’t hate the job, I just…don’t feel anything anymore.”

“You should always choose yourself before anything else. I understand your feeling of obligation to this industry though. How about this? You come to me when you need support and I’ll be here for you and if you still feel like this later down the road, you have to promise me you’ll take a step back. You don’t have to quit, not yet, just take a break.”

You’ve truly never met someone like Boo Seungkwan. You can’t help but feel fondness towards him at this moment. No one has ever looked out for you the way Seungkwan is doing right now, and even just from this small conversation you’re starting to feel better. Maybe he is on to something with this support system he’s talking about.

“Okay Boo Seungkwan,” you say. “I think you might have yourself a deal.”

“Good. When your tour is done, I’ll show you what it’s like to spend time with a friend. We’ll do all of the funnest things I can think of and you’ll be able to relax. In the meantime, tell your manager to lessen your workload before you completely crash, or I’ll hunt him down and do it myself.” Seungkwan’s voice is dead serious and you know he’s not kidding.

“Thank you Seungkwan-ah, I don’t know how to repay you.”

“You don’t need to. That’s what friends are for.” And for the first time this whole night you crack genuine smile.

Seungkwan then stands. “Come on.” He holds his hand out for you to stand as well. “Join me and my members for tonight. You deserve to be celebrated as well.”

You tentatively take Seungkwan’s hand and he helps pull you to your feet before leading you back towards where his group is residing and you secretly smile to yourself about how things are already starting to look up.

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luvfy0dor · 1 year ago

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“We Still Worship This Love...♡⁠˖” Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Suggestive, maybe a little toxic, wine but it's not prominent

Description; A very short drabble about Fyodor and Reader's way of fixing problems and arguments HEAVILY based n False God. I think on the citrus scale this might be lime. (Edit like 2 months later- this is not lime I was just nervous to post anything suggestive at all 😭)

A/n; Okay, so basically the rundown on this is this was the first idea I had that I was supposed to write and post here all the way back in August omg. Obviously I haven't until now so here you guys go! I know it's not the best but I also wrote this at 5 in the morning lol. Also might rebrand to pink idk how I feel

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Though you and Fyodor had your differences through arguments here and there, you made sure to make it up to each other at one point or another. They were things you both tried pushing past, feeling as though arguing with him was comparable to an eternity in hell; he's both stubborn and you hated the feeling of guilt that would build up in the pit of your stomach if the ordeal wasn't resolved. You thought that you could patch it up pretty well with the soft kisses and caresses that were shared after the fact, the temporarily forgotten about wine glasses shimmering on the table under the dim light while the two of you got caught up in yourselves. Every encounter of this sort gave you some sort hope, although it was proven to be blind everytime the cycle repeated. You had put so much faith into your love for him that you started not caring that it was comparable to worshipping a false god. You believed that your relationship was true love, and that was all that mattered.

Fyodor loved that you felt that way, returning to him even after exchanging harsh words with eachother. Most nights the both of you would take time to calm down on your own first, gathering your thoughts and sipping on a glass of something, anything that would act as support. Sometimes it was water, sometimes it was wine. You'd try talking it out with eachother, and everytime it worked you ended up entangled in his arms within a matter of minutes; his hands on your waist and back as he softly kissed on your neck while whispering and murmuring quiet apologies to completely win you back over. As did you the second you saw an opportunity, your hands were placed on his shoulder and chest while you straddled him. Your trail of bite marks always made their way down his body throughout nights like these when you showed each other the softest love possible.

→ Fyodors hand rested on the small of your back as you stood between his knees, tilting his head up in order to plant gentle kisses to his lips, only ever pulling away in order to get air but occasionally mumbling against them. "I'm sorry, I get a little dramatic sometimes, but you know that, don't you?" You ask quietly, your eyes flickering from his pretty violet ones to his pink lips that contrasted his pale skin well. That porcelain color was now tainted with hints of pinks on his cheeks and purples on his lower neck and chest. He hummed, a small but visible smirk plastered on his face as his thumb rubbed up and down against the skin of your back underneath your top. "You're forgiven, moya lyubov." He quietly accepts your apology, his hands snaking further up your shirt, pulling you further towards him. You laugh a bit and lean further into him. "Lay with me, my dear." He asks, to which you comply with a smile. Wherever that night takes you would most likely only add to your will to stay with him, but that wasn't your biggest concern in this moment ♡⁠˖

A/n; This isn't to glorify toxic relationships at all if this could count as one. I've just wanted to write this for a couple months now and I'm finally getting to it.

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thatboreddrake · 1 year ago

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The Nature of Rot in the Lands Between:

So long story short, I was putting together a document of all the item descriptions in Elden Ring grouped by association (it's nowhere near complete). Anyway, I have a seed of an idea germinating and I need y'all to tell me if you think I'm completely off-base here.

Sources:

Enia: "The Rune of Death goes by two names; the other is Destined Death. The forbidden shadow, plucked from the Golden Order upon its creation..."

Poison Armament: "Those who dwell within poison know rot all too well. The death that begets life, that comes to all equally. That is to say: it is the cycle of rebirth put into practice."

Malenia's Great Rune: "Malenia is daughter to Queen Marika and Radagon, and her Great Rune should have been the most sacred of all."

Great Rune of the Unborn: "Amber egg clutched by Rennala, Queen of the Full Moon. Great Rune of unborn demigods. Perfects those who have been born anew. Children born anew by Rennala are all frail and short-lived. Imperfect beings, each and all"

Blue Dancer Charm: "The dancer in blue represents a fairy, who in legend bestowed a flowing sword upon a blind swordsman. Blade in hand, the swordsman sealed away an ancient god — a god that was Rot itself."

Basic idea: when Marika/Radagon established the Golden Order, they removed the Rune of Death to prevent death for them, the demigods, etc (Enia). Now, for our scholars of Greek mythology, you can probably see the flaw in this plan. See, removing death doesn't mean that the aging process stops.

In the myth of the dawn goddess, Eos, she wished that the man she loved be granted eternal life so they could be together forever. However, she failed to wish for eternal youth, so the man grew old and decrepit and eventually shrank into a grasshopper (mythology is wack sometimes).

Anyway, important bit is that the removal of death just means that people can't die no matter how much their bodies decay. So naturally this is a problem. Without death, you still have decay and rot but you cannot have the creation of new life that death brings forth (Poison Armament). Similar to the problem with Hollowing in Dark Souls, you have people who lose themselves because they are unable to die properly.

Now, some fairy realizes the problem here, and gives a blind Nox blademaster a sword imitating the form of flowing water so that he may seal away the god that is the incarnation of the unbridled decay plaguing the world (because that's easier than going against Marika and putting death back in place) (Blue Dancer Charm). So he seals away the god of Rot in the Lake of Rot and everything goes back to "normal."

Interesting Note: the word "Siofra" (as in "Siofra River Basin") is an Irish name meaning "elf or changeling." My personal headcanon is that the fairy who bestowed the sword on the blind swordsman was one of the Ancestral Followers, but that's neither here nor there.

Here's where things get interesting: As seen with Mohg and Morgott's runes, the Great Runes of siblings (and especially twins) come in pairs.

May I present:

Notice anything?

One of the runes is infested with rot, the other is undersized and pure gold.

I propose that the Great Rune of the Unborn (the great rune of "unborn demigods") was intended to be Miquella's Great Rune.

Malenia's Great Rune keys off of her fighting spirit ("due to the infusion of Malenia's spirit of resistance"), and the Great Rune of the unborn creates frail, short-lived beings ("Imperfect beings, each and all"). Perhaps what is missing from the newborn sweetings is a fighting spirit, a sense of determination, the will to go on living?

These runes were initially the Great Rune of Rebirth, the law of nature which allows beings to die and be reborn. In the beta version of the game, Malenia and Miquella's runes were the Runes of Decay and Abundance, respectively (I know that we can't use beta data as evidence, but stick with me here).

When Marika recalled Radagon to Leyndell, she fractured the Rune of Rebirth as a parting gift to Rennala. Without death for demigods, Marika has no need for a Rune of Rebirth, so she gave Rennala the fraction that would produce imperfect offspring and kept the fragment that would instill it with a soul(?) under the belief that she will bear a single child with Radagon who will inherit that rune as her true heir.

Obviously, she has the Twins, not a single demigod. Thus, Malenia was granted her Great Rune which, according to its description, "should have been the most sacred of all." The disparity is what bestows the Twins with their paired curses. Without the Rune of Growth/Abundance that was intended for him, Miquella is trapped as an eternal child (this could also be a result of him watering the Haligtree with his own blood, but I'm more of the opinion that the Haligtree came well after his and Mal's curses manifested).

So Malenia receives the decay fragment of the Rune of Rebirth (shades of the Gloam-Eyed Queen). Anyway, that's why the god of Rot was able to gain a foothold from such a young age: Marika split the Rune governing its job of death and rebirth and gave it to Malenia.

Anyway, I'm not entirely sure if I have a point that I'm trying to get to. Something about the sins of the father? What goes around comes around? Anyway, it feels like I'm on to something, but I'm not entirely sure that all the pieces are fitting correctly. Any suggestions are appreciated!

#elden ring #lore theory #malenia blade of miquella #miquella the unalloyed #marika the eternal #help if you can please

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tongues--and--teeth · 1 year ago

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Fuck i fucking love your art smmmm

Berserk boi

QUICK GIVE ME ALL YOUR BERSERK CACAOO HCSSS

Oh my god! Thank you so much! This totally made my day <33333

I'm so sorry this took so long, I've been really busy lately :(

(TW for gore mention)

So actually I headcanon that his berserk form is connected to his soul jam. Kind of like a little side effect. Y'know what use is a sword if not to harm others? If not to shed blood? (and also this sword hurts its owner too!) and it's the soul jam of resolution which is also dictionary definition, literally a firm decision that you're unwavering in. If Dark Cacao ever goes back on his decision to take the sword, guess what! He goes berserk until it consumes all of his life force and kills him. woo.

He used to be able to control the berserk form a little, being able to turn partially into it to fight and stuff. He did lose the power to do so as he got older. Turning into his half-form and full form basically torturing him every time he tried to use it. It also completely removes pretty much all mental capacity for intelligent thought, so he can't use it in a "productive" way even if he wanted to. Basically just blind destruction with no distinction between friend or foe.

(^that's actually the concept for the drawing you saw)

Personally, I have his berserk form more or less as kind of an allegory for illness, a physical manifestation of internal pain. He was making it a fuel to keep going instead of actually confronting the “bad stuff” that happened. He was taking how it hurt him and using that to keep going, instead of confronting it head-on and getting it to stop hurting him. Eventually, he couldn't keep doing this, it was destroying him and he was losing control. So now, he couldn’t use it for anything, aka, his pain isn't useful anymore. Anyway, he does still transform into his berserk form (albeit unintentionally) but only during times of extreme stress and triggers like certain sounds, textures, and tastes. It's also triggered through more physical means, if he stands too long his legs start turning to smoke, if he fights too long his eyes glow white, it's torture every time. In very special cases (Pomegranate Cookie) he goes full berserk, it usually takes him out for weeks, unable to do much, hardly able to take care of himself, much less able to make himself useful as a king or as a warrior.

Actually, after he stopped going berserk back in book 14, I think he was cut open pretty much everywhere underneath his armor. His guts were spilling out, and were barely contained by his armor. It basically cut him almost completely in half. He still managed to fight afterwards, obviously at great personal cost, but he was still able to fight. Weeks after, he could barely move, he was stuck in bed, and even small things like sitting up were a huge struggle. The only reason he's not dead is because of his soul jam, the same reason he was cursed in the first place. His immortality at the cost of eternal suffering and the like.

After book 14, he forces enough energy to attend the council of heroes (AKA Cookie Odyssey chapter 1) but the smallest things keep setting him off, turning him slightly berserk every time. He is spending every second he can lying down in his tent. It prevents his wounds from healing, and it also keeps him from thinking clearly. When he tried killing Clotted Cream the, admittedly very little, healing that was done was immediately reversed. He ended up barely functioning, with the only reason he was able to continue with the council was because Hollyberry noticed him limping and had Pure Vanilla heal him. Which only did so much, because it’s…A curse that's both caused by and stopped by his immortality, and you can't just fix that without probably killing him instantly. So, he doesn’t have a permanent solution, and he’s stuck with this until the end of time.

Thank you again for the ask. It was really fun to do! Sorry again for taking so long to finish it :(

#gore mention tw #death mention tw #Just a little though #dark cacao crk #dark cacao cookie #dark cacao kingdom #Crk #cr kingdom #cookie run au

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masiethewriter · 6 months ago

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Honored Eternal Path of Demise CH. 3 - Skip Tutorial

Ignoring it for now, Shen Qingqiu instead investigated the coffee table. It had a small drawer to one side, but he wasn't able to open it. Getting down on his knees, he tried to look under it. Nothing of particular interest except... From this angle it seemed like there might be something underneath the armchair. If he just moved over- The spiritbox came alive with scratched static. Shen Qingqiu almost screamed, but instead turned the box off. Throwing himself underneath the couch, he curled up as tight as he could. A few seconds later, the door he came from bursted open.

Previous Chapter ~~//~~ Next Chapter

Safe rooms have two major assets that make them unique.

The first, and arguably most important, was the hiding spot. The closet in this case. Investigating it didn't lead to any particular interesting or useful items, but the huge space, big enough for more than one person, was what mattered.

Of course, Honored Eternal Path of Demise offered a vast variety of hiding spots around the mansion. Most rooms had one or two places that could be used to avoid monsters. Usually places you could hide under, like a bed or table, or somewhere you could crawl into. Like the closet.

Now, hiding always came with a certain risk. As in, a hard number set as the chance of getting revealed is assigned to each spot. Some spots had a high percent of staying hidden while others were next to useless as a hiding place. Notable, no spot was a guarantee to be safe nor a guarantee to fail. The fear of getting found in a good hiding spot or the excitement of getting away on a bad one worked well for the game. At least in the beginning. It would become tedious soon afterwards.

Basically you would just never use the bad spots and get frustrated every time a good spot failed.

Using the same hiding place too many times in a chase also increased the chance of getting found. So a place that had a 2% chance of getting found could increase to 50% very quickly if used three or four times in too quick a succession. Which meant that places to hide in were somewhat limited.

The exception to this was the safe room hiding spot. While few and far between, all safe rooms had one designated hiding place that was a 100% guarantee of staying hidden, no matter how many times it was used. The price for using it was usually the required backtracking to get to it, but that was always worth paying compared to dying. Another benefit of these hiding spots was also that they always had enough space to hide companions, so there was no risk of them accidentally going to a rotten hiding place instead.

Now, there were some rules that had to be taken into consideration.

If the monster was in the same room while you hid, they would always find you. No stupid or blind AI's (Except the ones that were narratively meant to be stupid or blind). And differently from other games, the monster could actually get inside the safe room, though only when they were in a chase. So you still had to act quickly. No doing a Resident Evil and running back and forth through the safe room seeing the enemy constantly gain amnesia the moment you were out of sight.

Luckily this also meant that if you hid somewhere outside of a chase, all hiding spots were almost guaranteed to keep you hidden. Only when the storyline required the player to be revealed or if there was narrative logic for the monster to check that spot could you be found. So if you were careful and good at sneaking, you didn't have to participate in more chases than necessary.

Keeping all of this in mind, Shen Qingqiu left the closet door slightly ajar for easy entry, and went over to investigate the second unique asset the safe room provided.

The hint book.

In an attempt to keep players from cheating using game guides, most progress required assets were randomly spawned across the mansion. So the important key you needed to unlock the secret door could be hidden in the kitchen for one player, while it was inside the library at the other end of the mansion for another. With many item spots being traps that could get the player insta-killed, this made for nightmarish gameplay, as the game simultaneously required and punished the player for exploration. Therefore hint pieces, that would guide the player to the correct spot, were made.

While they were incorporated into the game in many different ways, the safe room always kept a book that could be used to guide the player towards their next objective. Sometimes boringly direct, other times ambiguously useless, the Hint Book was still one of the best in-game tools to be used when dying with no progress one too many times.

It also served as the manual saving point, so players didn't have to force themselves to die to activate an auto save.

Opening the book now, it was blank. Shen Qingqiu had expected this. Having just started the game, there were too many areas he hadn't explored for any hints to be relevant right now. Also, he was just checking the book out to be certain it was there. He had no intent to actually use it for himself.

Why waste his time? He is a walking and talking cheat guide, already knowing every story point and every secret this game has to offer. He knew what his current goal was and were already planning out his route, so who needed the Hint Book? Certainly not him! Knowing it was there was enough and since saving was useless in his situation, then really, he was better off moving on. No, what really mattered in coming to this room was the item that he now held in his hand.

The spiritbox.

The old wooden box with clockwork pieces and electric components built into it might not look impressive at first. But this was the best item to use in order to avoid the monsters.

Turning up the switch, the spiritbox releases strangled static before it goes quiet. Satisfied with this, Shen Qingqiu leaves the Safe Room. Internally, he offers an apology for Ning Yingying as he just took the item she is meant to use to survive.

Back at the entrance, he begins by checking which doors are unlocked. He finds that only one door on each floor can be opened. The one on the ground floor he is quick to dismiss. This is clearly the area where Luo Binghe and Ning Yingying first woke up. While later in the game more parts of the place will unlock, currently there shouldn't be anything of note to find there. Shen Qingqiu will have to return later.

Going back to the upper floor the only door left is the one he arrived from himself.

From a game design perspective, this wasn't a bad decision. While playing as Ning Yingying, the player would have seen Shen Qingqiu arrive and leave from this door. This way, it would be signaled to the player that the door is unlocked, naturally leading them to progress in the game.

From a narrative perspective, it made no sense! Just why would Shen Qingqiu go back the way he just came? Without checking any other rooms first? And okay, it was logical that Ning Yingying would try to follow him, naturally not wanting to be alone, but after his first cutscene he would just. Be gone! No matter which way the player went, trying to track him down would leave to nothing. Like he just disappeared into empty air! Just waiting for the next time the plot felt like remembering he existed!

The ludonarrative dissonance of this game was a sin that would repeatedly be committed. Again and again it would become clear that the developers didn't make decisions meant to give a coherent and meaningful experience, but instead just went with the easiest solution.

Have a character go through a door to show it is unlocked! OMG so smart! Our job here is done!

Of course from Ning Yingying’s perspective this was an entirely new area so it didn't feel as obvious while playing as her as it felt for Shen Qingqiu being here in person. Returning to the long hallway with the fake doors, he could only continue by backtracking.

The hallway hadn't changed since he last was here. None of the fake doors had become real. The decoration was still boringly mansion-esque. Candlesticks still give off frustratingly low light. Walking back was such a waste of time!

Passing the room he woke up in and walking a bit further the game finally opened up more places to explore. Splitting into different directions, Shen Qingqiu choose the right-is-always-right method and went that way.

To save time checking each door for being fake, he also kept to the wall on his right. Letting his hand gently glide against the wall and doors, it was easy to feel out. The moment his fingers hit a slight bump he checked, and lo and behold, this door was actually real.

And not only that, it was unlocked!

Though as he stepped in, it didn't look like a particular interesting room. Not much more than a larger broom closet, really.

Lots of shelves, some empty, others with old fashioned maintenance supplies. A few empty boxes were stacked beside the door that could be hidden behind, though Shen Qingqiu didn't feel confident about their staying-hidden-chance. He did find some oil that could be used to light a lantern if needed and a few bandages.

He also found a bigger box that was locked. Shaking it gave a thump thump sound that revealed something somewhat heavy was inside. Whatever it was, he wouldn't be able to get it without a key. A key that clearly wasn't in this room, though Shen Qingqiu had expected as much.

The box was too big and awkward to bring, but the rest he took with him. He realized he might start missing a backpack if he kept finding trinkets like this. His school uniform only contained so many pockets.

Leaving the room, he kept going, using the same strategy. Keeping to the right and feeling out for real doors as he went.

A weird thing about video game spaces is how they don't have to actually be realistic as long as they feel realistic. The architecture of a building doesn't have to make sense in real life, as long as the player feels like there is logic while they play. Many gamers talk about realism in a game as if that is the ultimate goal to strive for, when in many instances trying to force realism can ruin an experience.

Take for example a Studio Ghibli movie and the way characters will cry. The big bubbly tears aren't how tears work in reality, but they are how tears feel while you are crying in reality. Therefore the crying seems more relatable.

That is all to say, while playing Shen Qingqiu didn't have an issue with the long empty hallways. In the setting of an unknown horror mansion with monsters, the space created for running away from things feels real in the context of everything else. First of all, chases will last longer than two seconds, as players have to run for more than five steps to get to the nearest door. The long hallways allow for the camera to zoom out so the monster designs can be shown off in all their horrific glory. This also means that players can see the monsters catch up to them, heightening the terror or relief when getting away at the last second.

Long empty hallways are a great idea when building a space where it feels realistic being chased by a monster. In reality there is no logical explanation for hallways to be this long in a mansion seemingly made for people to live in.

Shen Qingqiu already knew he was going to be tired of going back and forth through this place.

Yay, another real unlocked door! So lucky!

This room was a smaller living room. Likely a place to keep guests until the host had time to greet them. Why make a room to greet guests this deep in the mansion and not at the entrance? Please, this game wasn't built by logic.

A two-person fancy couch and armchair surrounded a simple coffee table. To one wall was a cabinet for keeping alcohol. A rug with a complicated pattern laid across the floor. The room didn't hold much else, with not even a window to it. There was a door that let further in, though.

A quick check of the door revealed it was locked. Something to return to later, then.

The cabinet held a lot of different drinks. some recognizable. Some completely strange. All way above the quality Shen Qingqiu was used to from his previous life.

Trying to open any of the bottles, it was like the corks were glued on. There wasn't anything hidden underneath any of them and neither underneath the cabinet as a whole. Potentially just a set piece or something that would first be revealed later.

The spiritbox came alive with scratched static. Shen Qingqiu almost screamed, but instead turned the box off. Throwing himself underneath the couch, he curled up as tight as he could.

A few seconds later, the door he came from bursted open.

First, he could see nothing. The sound of deep breathing. Not Shen Qingqius' own. One hand is grasping the spiritbox tightly, while the other is used to cover his nose and mouth.

Heavy steps. They stop in the middle of the room. Through the coffee table, Shen Qingqiu is able to discern thick boots. They are covered in dark mud and leave puddles behind. He is not able to see more of the owner wearing the boots from his limited vantage point.

Seconds tick by. Shen Qingqiu notices his hands shaking, pressing the one holding the spiritbox closer to his chest. He can't risk it hitting the ground and alerting the Killer to his hiding spot.

He feels sweaty. His breathing is straining against his clammy hand. Why doesn't it move?

As if reacting to his thought, it takes a step. Shen Qingqiu instinctually closes his eyes and holds his breath. Four more steps. A key going into a lock, followed by that lock being unlocked. A door opening. Then closing with a loud bang!

Shen Qingqiu doesn't move. He doesn't move for what feels like forever. Even as his body shakes in complaint and his hand hurts from strangling the spiritbox. He thinks he feels tears against his cheeks.

A few seconds? An hour? Days? Weeks? Shen Qingqiu has no concept of time. It is first when he can take a breath without it rattling his chest, that he is able to push himself out from underneath the couch.

Standing on shaky legs, he looks at the door the thing must have left through. He barely stares for a few seconds before he runs out the room.

Running down the hallway, he doesn't stop until he reaches the broom closet. Showing the door closed, he throws himself behind the stack of boxes. Trying to control his breathing, he huddles into the corner, trying to appear as small as possible.

The reason the spiritbox is such a powerful tool in the game is because of this: while turned on, static will play while a monster is near. It had stayed quiet until now because the Killer wouldn't spawn until Luo Binghe and Ning Yingying found the first corpse.

Taking the spiritbox and keeping it turned on was a way for Shen Qingqiu to know when the game would truly begin. When he could no longer act recklessly and would have to be ready to sneak around and hide. When every action could now trigger a monster appearance or a trap. When death was possible.

Shen Qingqiu thought he had been ready.

Having already died twice, death should not scare him. The entire premise of this game was death! It literally couldn't be beaten without dying a few times! He knew this! He had already played through it countless times!

But playing a game is nothing like experiencing it for real.

Being in the same room as the Killer was an experience almost as horrible as death itself. The uncertainty. How defenseless he felt. How powerless he was to why he was here. This was worse than any nightmare. A nightmare he could only wake up from by continuing.

Shen Qingqiu didn't want to continue. He wanted to stay here forever, in his corner, with a stack of boxes keeping him hidden. Living out this miserable nightmare until it forgot about him or decided to let him go. Until some overpowered and handsome hero came to save him from this terror.

Forcing in a deep breath and then another. Slowly Shen Qingqiu uncurled from his corner. Doing his best to focus on rationality. He isn't a heroine. Definitely not a love interest. He was the scum villain. Lowest on the food chain. No one would come to save him. So he had to save himself. And the faster he did it, the faster he could escape this nightmare.

To distract himself, he focused on his spiritbox. When he turned it on again, it released weak static. He turned it off again.

The risk of using the spiritbox was that depending on proximity, monsters might also hear it and use it to find the player. And like the risk/chance mechanic of the hiding spots, having the spiritbox turned to its lowest sound setting, the farthest away from the monster's range, still carried the risk of being noticed. So better to keep it turned off and only turning it on occasionally to check if a monster was near.

Weak static meant he was in the monsters range, but that it was far enough away that he didn't have to hide yet. Just stay vigilant. Be on the ready.

And really, he had to stay positive!

This wasn't the worst situation to find himself in. While he had been surprised and terrified by the Killer, it meant he now had an idea of where they were. So if he went in the complete opposite direction, then he should be safe again. At least for a while. This would be easy, as this was just one section of the mansion. There were many more to look into at this time, so he wasn't forced to stick close to the Killer.

Keeping this in mind, Shen Qingqiu prepared to leave. With his confidence back, he stepped out, already planning for what to look for and remembering what he would have to return to investigate later.

It was right as he returned to the hallway that he had to keep himself from screaming a second time, as he came face to face with Ning Yingying.

#SVSSS #BingQiu #BingYuan #scum villain self saving system #scum villain's self saving system #scumvillain #Luo Binghe #Shen Yuan #Shen Qingqiu #mxtx

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thetetratan · 7 months ago

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(welcome to the cartilage)

(the place in between multiverses)

(this is a post essentially explaining all of the TETRATAN's lore soooo)

(also anything in parentheses isn't in char)

(but everything else is)

(sooooooo)

(read this post if you want to know about the TETRATAN's lore)

(Or go in blind and see if you can piece together anything)

(that may be more fun)

(idk it's up to you)

(but this post did take more than two days to write)

(so I would appreciate it if you did read it all)

(this story starts a long long time ago, like every damn story. But I'm talking like REALLLLLY long time ago. Like HUNDREDS OF BILLIONS OF YEARS AGO. This story takes place in a kingdom, and by now you already have deja Vu from the stories you were told as a kid. But this kingdom wasnt any normal kingdom, because it was an ENTIRE OMNIVERSE. At this moment in time, the only inhabitants of this omniverse were all the different types of Titans, omniversal beings that held time most power out of any species, ever. Besides the other types of Titans, of course. There are four types of Titans. Normal Titans, who can use Titan magic, or xylves, but can be hurt by anything. Then there are Supertitans and HYPERTITANS. Both being able to use xylve magic, and only being hurt by said xylves. HYPERTITANS, being stronger than Supertitans, had their entire names capitalized, even in speech! And finally there was the most powerful Titans, the TETRATANS, who not only had two extra tentacles for legs, but also were incredibly rare and unique. The TETRATANS were actually around the same power as the HYPERTITANS, but the difference comes from a different item, the TETRA CRYSTAL, which gives incredible power to any who wield it. Any being could receive a major power boost in all areas with this crystal, but the titan types, especially the TETRATANS, were extra reactive to the crystal. These TETRATANS were few and far between though, so the ones that did exist were basically worshipped by everything, including lesser Titans. (Also this may be a good time to note that cannibalism was morally acceptable at this time, in fact it was a regular occurrence, because Titans of all variations besides regular Titans feed solely off of deceased xylve matter, and Titans were not just using xylves, they were made of it, so going to war with other Titans was a good idea cuz death of people meant food ok now back to the main story oh wait we only now just finished the background info oh shit this is a lot of lore) So one of these worshipped TETRATANS was named ECHO (@21ducky don't you dare even think about it) and ECHO was kinda a tyrant (just like @21ducky) and no one really liked him but they still worshipped him because they would immediately die if they stood against him.)

(or would they?)

(see, there was this one person, who wasn't any type of Titan, but was at the moment pretending to be a Supertitan. His name was DISCORD. You may be asking, why is HIS name capitalized? I thought only HYPERTITANS and above get that treatment! Well, you would be correct. DISCORD gets the capital name treatment even thought he technically isn't a Titan at all. This is because he became a person with equivalent power to a TETRATAN. DISCORD found a material that, when used in a process that involves the TETRA CRYSTAL, can become a new material that mimics parchment paper. But everything written in it will come true. So he used his newfound power to become as strong as ECHO, and he eventually won. He sealed ECHO in the first dimension to stay for all eternity. But ECHO will be important later...)

(meanwhile, DISCORD starts to fake being a TETRATAN cuz even thought he has the power of a TETRATAN and the cool TETRA CRYSTAL thing, he technically isn't. But the other Titans don't know that they'll just worship him anyway. DISCORD goes med with power trying to make sure no other TETRATAN tries to become another tyrant, and becomes a tyrant himself. So that worked well for him, didn't it? He settles in the Citadels, which house the HYPERTITANS and live in the one in the middle, which houses the TETRA CRYSTAL. So yeah a pretty overpowered location. He starts using that material from before that gave him power (don't have a name for it yet) and writes things assuring that he stays in power, buuuuuut in his rush to make sure no other TETRATAN can come to power, he made the thing wrong (L) so THIS paper does absolutely nothing besides serve as paper. But he doesn't know that, so he keeps writing and writing, and starts writing these in rhyming poems and plays them off as prophecies (even though they won't even come true lol). The HYPERTITANS dub him as a prophet, and dub his living space as the Prophet's Castle. Eventually has a plan to get more power. But don't worry about that plan because he DIES.)

(So after their leader and idol DIES, the HYPERTITANS all go to war against each other.)

(The HYPERTITANS have been broken up into a few clans. Being in a clan was advantageous because they were going to war with other HYPERTITANS all the time. They also unanimously decided to keep it a secret that DISCORD died from the other Titan types. Just because THEY wanted to be the ones to get to the Prophet's Castle. See, most HYPERTITAN wars were fought between two clans, just for the sake of food. But there was another motive to this war. Remember the TETRA CRYSTAL? Yeah, that was kept with DISCORD in the Prophet's Castle so if any clan got into the Prophet's Castle, DISCORD would have INSANE powers over the other HYPERTITANS. So each clan was trying to get to the Prophet's Castle, to get that sweet sweet extra power for themselves. Eventually one clan got to the Prophet's Castle and used the TETRA CRYSTAL's power to defend themselves and stay in control. There, the leader of that tribe had his second son. (His other son left to the land of the Supertitans as a representative of his clan to establish trade offers) This new baby HYPERTITAN was actually really special, because he wasn't a HYPERTITAN. He was a TETRATAN. (Remember TETRATANS are just HYPERTITANS with a stronger connection to the TETRA CRYSTAL) So considering that the new baby was part of a species that was worshipped in the past and when in proximity to the TETRA CRYSTAL are by FAR the strongest beings in the omniverse, the HYPERTITANS decided to raise him as their own and try to use his power against their enemies. But Titans in general age much slower than humans. Like, MUCH slower. It depends on what Titan that person is, but for HYPERTITANS AND TETRATANS, it's around one TETRATAN year (or HYPERTITAN year) for every one BILLION human years. So the HYPERTITANS will have to wait a while before having this powerhouse. The HYPERTITAN clan tried to keep it a secret from the other clans, but eventually word got out, and all the HYPERTITAN clans had a new target. To either kidnap or kill the infant TETRATAN. (And if it isn't clear yet, this infant is THE TETRATAN. The one who runs this blog.) Eventually, one of the outside HYPERTITAN clans were able to infiltrate the Prophet's Castle and kidnap the TETRATAN. But not before his oven clan noticed. In the midst of the battle that ensued, the TETRATAN did one thing, that changed everything. He started to cry. Now, this may not seem like so much, but this is a TETRATAN, LITERALLY ADJACENT TO THE TETRA CRYSTAL. Also, no one was expecting a massive blast to come from the baby being kidnapped, so when it came, no one was ready. Everyone was all so not ready, in fact, that they ALL DIED. So yeah, nice going there TETRATAN. And when I say they all died, I mean EVERY HYPERTITAN, AND MANY TITANS were affected. The Titans don't even live in the area! The Supertitans live even further, but even they could feel it, although no one got hurt. This big boom was also strong enough to SHATTER THE TETRA CRYSTAL. The TETRA CRYSTAL broke into many TETRA SHARDS, each giving whoever wields one an AMAZING boost of power, but not NEARLY as amazing as the full TETRA CRYSTAL.)

(Killing wasn't the only thing that this blast did, though. It also created the ENTIRE OMNIVERSE. The one EVERY UNIVERSE AND MULTIVERSE THAT HOUSES A NON-TITAN SPECIES IS IN. And, if it isn't clear enough yet, this baby crying was the cause of the BIG BANG.(The one they were in before is now called the ruins, cuz that blast destroyed most of it, and this new one is called the Omniverse, as uncreative as that is. There are other omniverses, but none besides these two are important to this story.) So now with the creation of non-Titan beings, and a massive blast coming from the HYPERTITAN area, there was a lot that caught the eyes of the surviving Titans. Including a certain HYPERTITAN off establishing trade offers in the SUPERTITAN lands. THE TETRATAN'S BROTHER!!!!!! DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!!!!)

(The TETRATAN's brother, understandably panicked by the big boom boom, rushes back home immediately and sees what has come of the ENTIRE HYPERTITAN SPECIES. And he notices the only survivor is a baby. He quickly figures out that the baby caused the big boom (somehow) and, having just lost his entire family (well not his ENTIRE family cuz the baby is his brother but he doesn't know that) the TETRATAN'S brother decides to yeet the TETRATAN into the omniverse he just created to live there cuz he doesn't want a baby (child neglect be like). The TETRATAN lands on a deserted island inhabitated solely by octopi (squids and octopi evolved from the HYPERTITANS). So at least he has food.)

(many years later ooooooooo)

(time skip a FEW billion years, the TETRATAN has self-taught himself a lot of magic. He need to do this to survive, because his brother, after living for a few billion years in solitude, has reconsidered his old choice to send the TETRATAN off into the omniverse, and is now trying to kill him. You know you else is trying to kill the TETRATAN? MY MO-)

(You know who else is trying to kill the TETRATAN? DISCORD!!! Remember him? Yeah, turns out his death was staged and he was waiting for the next TETRATAN to come along because he wanted to make sure no new tyrant like ECHO would rise to power, so he decided killing the only other being powerful enough to do so would stop that from happening. Also everyone thinks DISCORD is a TETRATAN, but technically he's not. He still says he is though. The TETRATAN doesn't really know much about his past, because everything blew up, and the only people who DO know anything much about his past are trying to kill him. (This is actually why he goes by the name of his species, the TETRATAN, instead of his real name. He doesn't know his name. He can't read or speak in Titan language so he can't figure it out himself, either.) All three of them are trying to collect as many TETRA SHARDS as possible to become more powerful than the others, and it is chaotic. DISCORD is also the only one out of the three who doesn't know how to teleport. And the TETRATAN messes around with the inhabitants of the omniverse he created when he's bored, and lives in the seventh dimension, aka the void.)

(WE GOT THROUGH THE LORE)

(@myconidwitch how's that for lore)

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eldritchamy · 1 year ago

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fine fine FINE ill sign. what the hell is uneiverse about? one moment youre talking gay vampires killing mob bosses and the next youre talking tiers of angels/deities going so high our universe is imperceptible. i have no idea how these combine but im so curious as to how

Pleasure doing business with you, I'll take good care of that soul. Now that you've paid a fair price, let's live up to my end of the bargain, shall we?

"The Uneiverse" isn't really about anything, it's just a setting. The term is derived from the fact that the story I want to write primarily takes place on a world called Une. And Une exists in a multiverse a lot like a cross between DND's Cosmic Wheel and MTG's endless planes in the Blind Eternities. Think a layered multiverse (like the "Outer Planes" in DND which consist of the various celestial and fiendish planes, and others, and the "Inner Planes" consisting of the Feywild and the Shadowfell and the Prime Material plane. Imagine a system like this but based on something closer to MTG's color pie instead of the Alignment Chart), except instead of having only ONE Prime Material Plane, there are endless realms existing on the same LAYER of the universe that would be considered Prime Material Planes (the "Inner Realms" if you've seen me mention it in tags).

The TL;DR is that the multiverse exists in layers as the elements of creation were divided into smaller and more complicated pieces, which interact and intersect and recombine into much more complicated things. There are levels of existence (at the level of the Cosmic Progenitors and up) for which matter and physicality aren't really a thing anymore, but what you would think of as the physical, material existence of the multiverse begins with the Prime Spheres. These are the pure elements, the most basic ingredients of creation. There are currently SIX Prime Spheres (I'm strongly considering making it eight), each with both an element and an aspect, and each with an Outer God tied to its nature. These elements exist as opposite pairs (currently 3 sets, but I'd like to make it 4).

I won't give you the names of the Spheres (even though they're really cool, just with the ever-growing threat of AI data mining, I'd rather not put the names out there to get scraped), but I can give you the color pairs:

White is Sky/Air/Heaven and Order Blue is Water/the Abyss and Equilibrium/Flow Black is Shadow and Death* Null (represented as purple) is Vacuum and Entropy Red is Fire and Passion/Will Green is Earth and Life

The opposite pairs are White/Null, Blue/Red, Black/Green

*A while back in some tags, maybe the first post I ever tagged as Uneiverse-related, I think I mentioned the goddess aligned to Black, and how she feels that thinking of her as the "god of death" is a crude and small way of putting it, almost bordering on insult from how limited a perspective it is. Eternity thinks of herself as the veil between what is known and what is lost, the moment of transition between life and renewal, the thing you most fear but can least run from, the god of all things ever known and every secret taken to the grave, the infinite night that exists in the blink of an eye, the process of transition and "recycling" one stage of existence into another, she is every soul at the moment between what it was and what it will become, she is all things lost and what all things are destined to find, etc etc. My colors are not a perfect translation of what the colors represent in MTG. My version of black is more like what MTG would think of as Blue/Black multicolor.

Also, none of the elements are "evil" or malevolent. They just exist. If creation is pure light, the Prime Spheres are the distinct colors you would see when it's separated by a prism. They have no moral value to them. They are simply the ingredients of existence.

But anyway, I needed a shorthand term for that multiverse, and so I named it the Uneiverse. Seemed fitting.

But now to answer your question properly...

The STORY arises from a single concept of two characters that I came up with way back in like 2017. The initial concept was little more than a vibe: a warlock and a druid, or black magic and green magic witches, who live together in a little cottage that combines their magical styles. They had sentient, literal "spider plants" as an eco-friendly alternative to pesticides, paperweights that look like skulls with glowing eyes, etc. They each had a cat familiar: one a ghostly, spectral black shadow cat and the other quite possibly a cat shaped clump of sentient moss. The cats recently had kittens that sprouted mushrooms and gave off luminous spores when they purr or bounce around the house causing mischief. Outside the glamour that hides their cottage they keep something like a chia pet that's shaped like a skull, as an inside joke.

I called these characters Doom and Bloom.

Years later, I ended up joining my first DND campaign (still ongoing), and adapted these characters for it. So Doom and Bloom became Ash and Aria. I play Ash as a shadow-themed subclass ("Nightshade") of the Witch class I homebrewed for 5e. Aria Vernus is her wife, a Woodborn witch.

Here's where shit gets fucky.

In my ceaseless hunger to worldbuild harder, I spent the weeks in the lead up to our first session crafting myself a backstory for Ash. It ended up being like 12,000 words and Ash wasn't even born yet. If that's any indication of how the rest of this went. I had basically created a backstory for her MOTHER, Lailah.

I can give you the DND version of it as a summary.

Lailah was a Monadic Deva in Elysium. They are the strongest angels physically, and the most attuned to the neutral aspect of the Good alignments: they won't knowingly deal with Evil beings, but they are the most likely to peacefully interact with Neutral ones. Thirty years ago, there was a war in the Outer Planes and the Nine Hells were attacking the heavens. Lailah was an IMMENSELY powerful divine warrior (mechanically, she's a CR 10ish creature with at least 16 class levels in Zealot Barbarian and 2 in Fighter, and she has a custom Artifact level weapon so she's ABSURD) who laid waste to the Hells' forces. Until one day she found a succubus hiding in Elysium, and was about to kill her but realized the succubus made no move to fight back. This got her curious. The succubus explained that she wanted no part of the war, she only used the chaos surrounding it to make her escape from the violence and backstabbing and politics of the hells, and just wanted to get away from the conflict. Lailah was unable to kill a being she could see was not evil, and instead she listened and began to sympathize. What are now succubi used to be angels themselves, called Eros, and were made to bring love to mortals. But you cannot touch a life without it touching you back. And the gods felt that the touch of mortals had changed the Eros from what they were created to be, and they became beings ruled by passion rather than order, so they were cast out from the heavens and became Succubi.

You can see how quickly I started diverging from DND lore into building my own mythology for everything.

Anyway, Lailah and the succubus became briefly entangled, and the more Lailah learned about the succubus' past, the more it troubled her that it sounded like she had been wronged. The Eros were created for a purpose, and then punished for carrying it out. And in the moment Lailah began to wonder if it was the gods themselves who were wrong, she was burned herself and fell from Elysium. She was cast out and landed in Malbolge as an Erinyes. There she met another Erinyes who had been waiting for her. A former Movanic Deva from Arborea who had the gift of second sight (and I have a LOT of mythology developed around the nature of time and fate and the relationship between potential and possibility and branching timelines because of this character) and knew she had to fall herself in order to help Lailah raise her daughter.

Surprise! Lailah's pregnant. So Lailah spent the next ~4 years with this other fallen angel in the Nine Hells, where her little ember of hope in the darkness was born, and she named the ember Ash.

Eventually Lailah and Ash were able to leave, and they ended up in a wild, untamed forest in a forgotten corner of Ravnica. Ash grew up in the woods where she met another little tiefling from the druid village nearby, and they became best friends. So Ash and Aria have known each other their whole lives.

For reasons I left open to my DM, Lailah went missing when Ash was 15. She and Aria couldn't get help from the druids and made their own plans to go to the city on their own, and they ended up making a home there. Ash became a leather worker and Aria primarily works in animal rehab. They live in a big tree that Aria grew herself into a living home, with their two familiars (Hades and Persephone), their familiars' kittens, and a rotating cast of animals. Hannah the Possum has become an infamous side character in campaign for sneaking away from her babies to steal peanut butter and other treats from the cupboards.

Anyway, the campaign itself involves our characters joining a transguild organization that helps mediate inter-guild conflicts on Ravnica and work as ambassadors to visitors from other planes, because in our version of Ravnica a lot of permanent planar portals have been opening up in recent times (we're about 5 years after the War of the Spark in the MTG timeline, which is INCREDIBLE because it means our DM accidentally predicted the Omenpaths in the post-March of the Machines story several years in advance, and that's FAR from the only time she's been ahead of Magic Story). We're also dealing with the fact that the players have started sparking, because it turns out we're all (except possibly Ash) Planeswalkers. Ash, being a full blooded magical creature descended from two fallen angels from the Outer Planes, may have an innate inherited ability to traverse planes without a spark, but that remains to be discovered in game.

As part of writing Ash's backstory, I created additional backstory for Aria. She was part of her own adventuring party 5-6 years ago, and her group became widely known, feared, and respected for handling jobs beyond the ability of most adventuring groups. And I basically backstoried a whole other campaign into existence, culminating in that group actually taking part in the War of the Spark by fighting Bontu, one of the god eternals. I could spend another 6,000 words on a play by play but the tl;dr is that my tieflings are polyamorous and Aria was in a relationship with a newly sparked Planeswalker at the time, and she watched that partner die in front of her when Bontu harvested her spark. Aria went into a blind rage, used Shapechange to turn herself into a gold dragon, and then had a kaiju battle with a zombie god while the rest of her team scrambled to keep her, and themselves, alive. Fen (Arcana cleric) came up with the idea to pin Bontu down with Immovable rods, and the two martial classes in the party had to get close to help do it. One of those was Cass, a dhampir soulknife rogue/shadow monk who was born on Fiora but made her way to Ravnica by way of Dominaria sometime before The Great Mending made planar travel inaccessible to non-planeswalkers. Cass had to bite Bontu for a boost of strength (because she's Dex based), but in the chaos Bontu also managed to grab HER, which created an unusual feedback loop where the Elderspell tried to pull the soul out of her body, but since she was resurrected by extraordinarily powerful necromancy (which is how she became a vampire, after she was murdered on the night of her arranged wedding), her soul is a bit more stuck to her body than most, so by feeding on Bontu's blood, she actually managed to survive long enough for Aria to make Bontu let go, leaving Cass with a "dislocated" soul and, in the process of siphoning Bontu's essence, she accidentally acquired one of the stolen sparks (most likely that of Aria's lover). Because the Immortal Sun was on at the time, and her soul was not quite right, that spark didn't activate until a week or so later.

AAAAAAAAAAANYWAY, I'm obsessed with vampires so obviously Cass was my favorite character that I made for Aria's backstory party, so I ended up giving Cass her own backstory, wherein she was born to a failing mob family as the only one who could produce an heir, but she was too gay and moody (and psionic) to be okay with that, so her father plotted with the father of her arranged husband to have her killed. Her maidservant (who she was in love with), Gisella Bathori, overheard them laughing about it on the night of the wedding and tried to save her, but was fatally stabbed in the process. Ella used her dying breath to carve a sigil into the floor - a very powerful sigil based in the magic of creation itself, which rearranges the energy of the Prime Spheres into intent, and with a little blood (okay a LOT of blood, much of it her own), she begged the universe to "not let Cassandra die". So Cass wakes up in the back of a truck before her killers can dump her body, and long story short she kills a guy, goes home and finds Ella's body, fails to understand how the sigil worked, and then kills all of the people who just got to her house (the other two men who helped kill her plus a lawmaster and finally her father) before cleaning herself up, taking some essentials and valuables, kicking one of the bodies for good measure, and running away forever. She spends the next few days hunting down the rest of both families before escaping the city and finding her way to Dominaria (and ultimately Ravnica).

So Cass is my backstory character's backstory character. And I LOVE her. Also, when Cass kicked that last body? she shuffled some blood around and triggered the sigil again without knowing it. So unbeknownst to her, Ella ALSO got raised as a vampire. And she didn't find out about it until her spark activated 122 years later and she ended up back on Fiora.

SO.

Obviously. I backstoried pretty fucking hard. And got really attached to these characters. And what basically happened is I started developing this alternate version of my characters' story that ran parallel to (but significantly diverged from) the campaign. So I had this running in my head for a while and was calling it "story mode" for like "this is how these characters and their stories would work if they existed ENTIRELY inside my own mythology and worldbuilding instead of playing within the mechanics and narrative structure of a DND campaign" and eventually that started spinning faster and faster until it developed its own magnetosphere and became a whole world. And then a multiverse for that world to fit in.

Lailah in Story Mode was not a Deva, she was a Brachiel: an angel of storm and lightning, which falls under the "Emanations" (middle) tier in my angelology (as did the Eros). Eternity may address Ash as a "Daughter of Emanations". And while Ash might come off as having a little bit of a "half angel half devil" vibe at first, strictly speaking what she actually is is a BORN fallen angel, a being caught somewhere between two Prime elements, and ends up self-actualizing as a secret, third thing, because nothing born can live forever and while she is biologically pure fallen angel, she was not CREATED through divine means as angels were, she was born as a mortal. She's a little bit complicated because she looks like one thing (the equivalent of a tiefling) but that's not really what she is, and what she really is is a lot harder to explain in a neat and digestible way. Which is why I've said in tags that she kinda comes off as baby's first OC if you only know the elevator pitch (her parents were an angel and a succubus) but the reality is a lot more complicated in a much more interesting way that's not super easy to explain unless you're telling it to a person who already wants to listen.

So now I have a whole story in my head about a woman who just wants to find her mom, but she's caught up in this grand threat to the multiverse itself, when all she wants is a nice quiet life with her family but she lives in a world where the veil between the realms only thinned recently, and the magical "races" are all humans who were variably affected by the energies of different worlds, and some are viewed less favorably than others (the aasimar equivalent are sometimes called "blessings" because their parents view it as such to have a child influenced by the divine, while the tiefling equivalent are seen as about what you'd expect, etc). So there's vibes of marginalization and surviving in a world that isn't super thrilled that you exist, and mommy issues, and a theocratic government that's not great and is secretly using the power of faith to try to turn the head of state into a god, and all the while my poor beleaguered angel's bastard has to cope with the fact that a god on a level her tiny electric meatball consciousness cannot BEGIN to comprehend just asked her for help, (because, in her words, "𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔬; 𝔴𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔳𝔢") and now she's stuck working with a handful of other people who were ALSO assigned to this task, and all of it sucks but at least her long-suffering wife is there to kick some ass while she pretends her own trauma isn't destroying her from the inside.

(To get more technical, There's A Big Problem™ and while the Outer Gods have orders of magnitude more power than they'd need to fix it, souls are concentrated areas of the Potential of Creation and have a kind of WEIGHT to them, metaphysically, that influences the world around them (which is how magic works), and a fragment of creation as "large" as an Outer God would effectively alter reality around itself on such an enormous scale, almost like gravitational lensing, that for them to interfere in our layer of the multiverse that directly would essentially reorder existence around their presence to a degree that they deem unacceptable. So between not having a great perspective of what the problem is DOING to our layer and not being able to really ENTER the layer of existence where the problem needs to be solved, they need a solution that can operate on the correct scale to restore the balance without causing unfathomable catastrophic collateral damage in the process, and thus, The Gods Need Our Help™. And the characters have to figure out how to deal with this while navigating their own problems in a world that's got its own human sized bullshit going on. THAT is the story I want to write. Cass might have her own story as a book 2. Empath, a story I used to tag about sometimes and involves a spaceship I invented the concept for based on real math that allows it to only exist outside of itself, would be book 3.)

Two of the other ensemble cast are heavily adapted from characters from the campaign, one a pretty direct translation of a PC and the other a cross between another PC and an NPC, both of whom have awkward crushes on the aforementioned PC, and the NPC in particular gives off the most intense friends to enemies to friends to lovers yearning vibes I have ever seen in my fucking LIFE, and the new character I've spawned out of those two is going to be sort of like a siren with synesthesia, so bask in the flavor of THAT concept for a hot minute. If you even care.

Basically there's going to be a "main character" for each of the colors in the cosmogony, and that will be important in ways you don't need to think about right now.

Hey did you know that wizards suck, actually?

So anyway the Uneiverse is basically a multiverse in which the Prime Spheres represent the basic elements of creation, and from them the Composite Spheres were created, each a combination of two (or more? currently I only have the two-color combinations named) of those elements, and as creation divides and recycles itself in a grand eternal process of revision and recombination, you have the Inner Spheres which make up the multiverse as MTG imagines it: an infinite cosmos of varied realms, made of all the elements in minutely different quantities and combinations.

And in one of those realms sits a hectic little world called Une, where a lot of things get weird and a scared little girl just wishes her mom was here to make it all better.

#Uneiverse #Ash #Aria #Cass #Lailah #eldritch OCs #Was this the answer you were hoping for? I'd hate to have taken that soul for nothing.#also enjoy that Eternity quote that's one of many insane things that she says. the scene with her is gonna be WILD.#I've been told I write from the perspective of a god *weirdly* well #also. *technically* the gif is not a lie. enjoy that thought.

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gristlegrinder · 7 months ago

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okay but like i have to share a little writeup for my favorite tabletop ocs ever. they’re not even for a campaign (even though i constantly think about making them npcs in something), i just really, really, really like them and their weird little situation.

meet orlando and kate, my DTD/MTC 2E crossover chronicle power couple. they are, basically, a stigmatic mummy and the demon witness that runs her cult, a postmodern theatre and arts collective operating mainly out of a cabaret club they’ve fixed up.

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Kate (or Katjakadja, although nobody calls her that anymore) is Deathless— thousands of years ago, in a nameless empire lost to the sands of time, she pledged eternal servitude to the Gods of the afterlife, and hasn’t been allowed to rest ever since. There is work to be done, after all, to usher in the next aeon of judgment. Like empires, she rises, falls, and rises again, whenever she is needed. She strips away parts of her former selves in every iteration and she puts in the endless work without question, torturing herself for art and commerce. The original Katjakadja is a fleck of sand lost in an hourglass, constantly slipping through her fingers and reinvented in every reincarnation.

When she killed her Sadikh (an immortal lover who flew too close to the sun while managing their affairs) in service to her eternal Judge, it shocked Kate out of blind faith— leaving her jaded to the entire arrangement. She knows that she’s stuck in her duties, and she doesn’t particularly want to be cast into the fires of Duat, but she’s looking for a way out whenever her Gods aren’t watching, and that’s a careful act to balance, even for a serpent like herself.

Orlando’s “God,” if you can even call It that, was much more material. Ae was created as an arm of the great Machine that has buried itself into the core of the Earth, the terrible foreign parasite that builds Itself into civilization and exists only to perpetuate Its own existence. You’ve probably met It without realizing, Its heartbeat resonating in the thrum of rush-hour traffic and corporate office white noise. It turns, and It turns, and It turns, in Its own kind of vapid infinity, with little regard for anything that cannot be regulated into nothingness.

Aer job in the Machine was data analytics— sending quality reports, reviewing infrastructure and process lines— until that wasn’t enough. Bored out of aer mind, Orlando broke away from the Machine to go play with the humans, to learn what their bodies can do, to learn what it was like to feel. And so ae became light untethered, learning how to take human souls and live in the hollow bodies they leave behind. Pressing aer luck as a rogue agent in danger of being hunted down and recycled, ae spends the next few decades looking for something on Earth better than the orderly system that ae rejected. It only makes sense to call yourself a Demon after all that.

They first meet in 1976, after a downward swing for the both of them. Kate has no memory of the last twenty years of her life, but her resources are gone and the guilt from whatever happened in Berlin still eats at her stomach. Orlando is washed up after a forgotten stint at being a mid-tier funk guitarist, having experienced all of the earthly pleasures that ae went looking for in the first place, but not being able to find fulfillment in any of it. They talk sex, politics, religion, escape routes. Kate wants the freedom that Orlando has managed, wants to know how to slip in between the cracks, how to challenge the cosmos; Orlando wants a real spiritual awakening, wants to experience something better than machinery.

This is the game plan: Orlando knows the boundaries of reality itself, and how to exist in the in-betweens. They create shadows where their old masters can’t find them; Kate covers Orlando’s mortal shell with centuries of documentation and a tight-knit circle of cultists, and Orlando teaches Kate the art of lying without twitching and building plausible deniability with the universe. Whenever Kate comes back from the cool bliss of oblivion, Orlando is waiting for her with an analyst’s collection of spreadsheets, diary logs, and financial records. She holds Orlando’s face between her hands, and ae bears witness to thousands of years of mortal history before kissing her in worship.

It’s a dangerous game, and they’re playing against loaded dice. But they’ve got a strange little love that goes beyond initiation rites and dotted lines on contracts, and nobody said they couldn’t help each other cheat.

#babylon #i always feel like i should tag my sims screenshots with ts4 but like. does this really count #if you’re curious. she’s a mesen-nebu/usheb and ae is an analyst/tempter #i am sooooo self indulgent all of the time.#chronicles of darkness #you are formally invited to babylon btw they do drag brunch on sundays and burlesque on thursdays.

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