#;; event: scarlet mansion

[timedusts]

☾ Artificer (Rain World) moodboard ☽

day 7 of event prompts by @gluttonykinedits: a character that reminds you of the sin of wrath or a green character.

okay so her kids get killed by some members of a species called the scavengers so she swears revenge on all scavengers and blows them up with explosives and there are these things called karma gates where you can't pass through the game if your karma isn't high enough but hers is permanently stuck at 0 so she drags the dead bodies of scavengers through the gates to pass she's epic and is also the only slugcat referred to as female by the devs (although in a noncanon joke game) so yay violent women go play rain world ok bye

[cursedmystic]

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[lustlovehart]

Not a request. Are there any concerns with mh!mc having to delegate their affections with the many monsters lest jealousy and fighting commence? (Also your Skully posts were very cute and your Fellow was terrifying ty with love ❤️)

Jealousy Among Fiends

A/n: LMAO ik it wasn’t a request, and originally I was only supposed to reply with the first part, but then I had the funny image of Riddle glaring at fish and had to elaborate more! And ahhh, thank you for the Skully and Fellow appreciation!! After their events I really fell in love with them (≧◡≦) ♡

Pairings: [Monster!Twst] Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Rollo, Skully x Reader

Warnings: Possesion/Obsession, Slightly Suggestive, Jealousy, Marking, Minor character murder, Violence, Reader says something both mean and truthful

Ahahahahaha, definitely. Jealousy mostly happens within their areas. I discussed in this post about inter-sharing! But, it’s very difficult to settle these debates about your affection, while some are dealt with more calmly, there are certain grounds, or rather monsters, who are much harder to settle down. *Cough Octavinelle. In that particular dorm, if you’re not shared, expect for one one-on-one time to always coincidentally be interrupted. Even then, if it is shared, it’s always split because someone wants more time, leading to an endless cycle.

Meanwhile, all together…

While the majority of the cast is stuck in their respective haunting grounds, word does travel, and there are always lower, weaker monsters who gossip about different events. While, unlike canon where they all know each other, in Monster!twst, they hear rumors and vague communications with the other monsters. So while they don’t know each other as well, they have occasionally come across each other and drew their conclusions from gossip and their small moments of interaction.

Riddle’s in the process of consuming a new victim before his meal is interrupted by small harpies and their songs. They tend to fly over from Pomefiore. He’s told them several times to leave before they’re executed and he displays their heads as warnings. But, then he hears them sing a description that sounds a lot like you, and he halts himself from scaring them off.

“Yes, Yes! They were marked in bites and suction cups! Quite promiscious...“

“Even shouted at the perpatrators! ’Azul! Now I look covered in spots! Floyd... Quit biting me all the time! Jade, quit wrapping me in your tail! Are those three courting them—!?“

The creatures stop flying in circles, squeaking in fear at the ghost who floats between them, the all-famed Crimson Ghoul.

“Those three... did what?“ there’s a tinge of both anger, jealousy, and sadness in his tone. All much more terrifying at the chill the shoots down their spine. They’re swift to fly away.

When Riddle floats past Ace and Deuce, they’re about to have him settle the argument they’re currently having, but shut themselves up when they see how deep he glows scarlet.

Afterstory: Trey has Cater intercept Riddles's path, as nobody but him can stop the tyrant in his wispy form. When they finally reign him in from his bloody rampage, they’re not quite sure what it is that led to his state. Their questions only further when they spy Riddle waiting at the river near Heartslaybul, a horrifying scowl on his face every time marine life passes.

You would be all the way in Pomefiores haunted mansion when Leona overhears shadow imps whisper. He doesn’t care at first, but then he hears your name, and his ears perk up immediately.

“Did you see how close that Incubus’s lips were to their mouth?! They were practically an inch away from tonguing each other, ewww!”

“I know right?! They must’ve been practicing a... What was it...? Oh! Honeymoon! They looked so deeply into each other's eyes it was intense— eww maybe they’re doing that human thing where they dance in bed—“

The inferior beasts silently scream as their small bodies slowly fade into the sand, a painfully slow death approaching. Leona leans back into his throne, his tail flicking up, the blurry image of your face drawing itself into the sand.

Green eyes glow underneath the bandages that cover his face. The pretty sight is sullied by the appearance of smooth skin and horns smiling in your presence while his wings wrap around you.

He’s quick to stomp on his face.

... It’ll be fine if he leaves his tomb for a while. Especially if he can return with a pair of Incubus wings to display in his treasury.

Afterstory: Leona’s planned voyage is stopped by a struggling Ruggie who does not need his king fighting a very popular one-night stand simply because he almost kissed you. (He would go with him if it weren’t for the fact he doesn’t want Vil showing up to his favorite village and seducing all of them. If they move away from there and go to Vils house... How’s he gonna steal food from them??. )

It’s a bit harder for gossip to reach Azul, as his natural giant size, has him dwell much deeper in the depths than others. But when it does, it’s over for any sailors, fish, mermaids, and any living thing in or on the water. Giant tentacles will reach from the dark and take hold of any possible creature available. He can’t cry in water, but he can surely kill in water.

He first hears this talk when he’s grabbing hold of a ship, the sirens above laughing at the crew while they rest on a rock.

“Ah, they’re just as funny as that hunter everyone seems so obsessed with!“

“Oh my, What’s the drama there?“

“That Ghostly Tyrant from Heartslaybul, Riddle? Yeah, those two were caught sleeping in the same bed, practicall, they looked at each other so lovingly! They even tucked his hair back like a lover! It’s hillarious— Ah?!“

Before the sirens know it, their tails are seized by another tentacle, dragging them to the same depths those sailors are heading to. Azuls eyes glare at them before they enter his mouth.

...

Talk about the Ocatvinelle waters growing red and dangerous only grow with each passing day. Sometimes, even the shore is no longer safe, as there was talk of a giant tentacle grabbing people on the sands they’re meant to be safe on.

Azul appears from the water in his smaller form, ivory hair covered in crimson as tentacles shift to legs. He’s in a dazed state when he emerges, groggily taking a step forward.

... Perhaps, he should pay a visit to this hospital. When he’s done, he won’t be the one who needs healing though. He hysterically laughs, clutching his chest while imagining himself saving you from that asylum.

Afterstory: In his state, he’s more like a Zombie rather than a Slime-Kraken. The only thing that stops him from successfully reaching Riddle, is your sudden appearance. He regains awareness in his state, panicking when he notices how unkempt he is for you! Surely you think he’s pathetic now! He calms down when he feels your hand bring his face to yours, worriedly asking if he’s okay. You’re the only thing that halts him from rampaging that poor hospital... Luckily you were there.

Jamil first hears about such an intimate situation from… well, the culprit himself. He’s unsure if he should even be mad though, being angered by this certain… reaper, seems a bit disappointing. So, he just ignores his incessant murmurs, turning his tail and slithering away.

Idia mumbles with each swing of his scythe, reaping unfortunate souls who find part of themselves in Jamil's stomach. Just his regular job. He started disinterested with the dozens of bodies, complaining about how he could be in his own realm. But then he pauses, as the tips of his hair start turning pink. Before he knows it, the entirety of his head is flamed in a bright rose

“You know…” he talks to the corpses like they’re living humans to gossip with. He laughs deeply, “They put my head in their lap…” Jamil pauses in the dark hallway, slitted pupils turning to look toward the cloaked figure. “That’s a sign, right? They like me— Oh wait, what if it’s a human plot…! They’re gonna lure me in and murder me… I don’t know if that’s possible though…” Jamil sighs at his rambles, he should’ve known it was just the reaper being himself. “Ugh…! That’s probably it…! They have all those beasts after them too, I mean, half of them are known to be attractive for the sake of getting their food…! I can’t compete…” Jamil is back to returning to Kalims side. Idia is not someone to worry about when it comes to you.

Jamil looks down at the golden cuff on his wrist, his scales hidden on the skin trapped by the bracelet. You have a matching one, one that covers his mark on your skin. He really shouldn’t be worried about a reaper who doesn’t wanna do his job—

“But then again… do those guys get kissed on the cheek by them too…?”

The sound of hissing makes Idia jump, Jamil's slitted eyes glowing in the dark as he slowly moves his way toward the reaper. With a scream, Idia takes hold of his hoodie, turning swiftly before fading into the air.

Afterstory: The disappearance of travelers in Scarabia sands has only increased, leading to suspicion from villages, even you. In your worry about the snake's actions, you head immediately to them. To your disappointment, each missing case was indeed found there… As well as a diligently hunting Jamil, who waits eagerly in the corner for… something. You hear him whisper Idia’s name before turning around and leaving. That is not something you wish to pry into. You spend the rest of your time with Kalim, which honestly, might’ve made matters even worse.

Vil has seen multitudes of people and their pleasures, so whenever a meal of his is indulging in someone else, he really doesn’t care. Until it’s you. It seems, he forgot that you have other fiends in your proximity, who aren’t as hideous as most monsters are. He’s reminded about this unfortunate circumstance when he passes a pair of succubi, eagerly gossiping about the notorious, Mummy King of Savanaclaw.

“That man really is handsome. It’s too bad he’s already dead… I would’ve loved consuming his vitality!”

“Doesn’t matter to me if he’s dead! Though, he’s very smitten with that Monster Hunter… I heard one of the imps saw him pull them on top! Even wrapped them with his bandages… A scandalous sight of that human on his lap and marked, is truly—“ they’re quick to quiet down when the feeling of twin tails wrap around their throat, and a heavenly scent invades their nostrils, very different to the devil behind them.

He knows he’s imagining it, but Vil’s eye twitches when the smell of dust and decay is located, a further reminder of the current man of topic.

“I’m sorry, Leona… Did hm?” The pleasant smile on his face would’ve successfully cloaked his malice if it weren’t for the fact his tails were suffocating the fellow seducers. Once they answer him, he allows their bodies to drop, his heels clicking against the tile as he walks away. A single flap and door opens for him, one that appears in front of you as well.

“Vil…? What’re you doing here?���

“Making sure you don’t fall for that cretin.”

Afterstory: Vil appears before you, his face close to yours as he questions you. He’ll interview you on very intimate details, like what you want, what you desire, and what kind of qualities you wish for in a lover. Whether you answer him or not doesn’t matter, it’ll all end on the same final question. “Does Leona Kingscholar fulfill that for you?” be careful how you answer that, it’ll end with either Vil scooping you in his arms and finding the nearest private room, or… A visit to Leona’s tomb that ends with dust and decay.

Idia is a bit of a wildcard… his Jealousy either ends in him babbling into your neck about how much better those other guys are, or a visit to their grounds planting numerous death traps in hopes of collecting their souls sooner. The faster they’re out of life itself, the faster they’re out of yours specifically! And, he can do that simply because death isn’t something that constricts him like it does them.

Idia finally crawls out of the underworld, begrudgingly, as the reports of multiple corpses were reported, needing to be guided to the afterlife. When he arrives there, he tenses at the immediate recognition.

It’s Scarabia.

His mouth falls agape at the location, realizing the chances of this being an obvious ploy from that snake are very high. He’s swinging his scythe up and over his shoulder at a speed he’s never done before, the faster he’s gone, the less probability of seeing Jamil lunging at him.

He can feel phantom sweat accumulating on his forehead. While not truly there, he can imagine it, and that’s enough exertion for the day.

“Get out… Get out…!” he whispers to himself, urgency in his voice while he opens his exit for the new spirits. He stops when he notices a comforting sight in the corner of his eye.

It’s you!

… It’s you.

In Scarabia, wrapped in Jamil’s tail. Your finger on his fangs while you closely gather his venom, inches apart from each other.

…

The recently departed have a very awkward journey to the afterlife. Their guide isn’t silent and mysterious… He’s silent and gloomy.

Afterstory: Jamil sees a multitude of death traps in his domain. After your visit, he can’t seem to go 5 minutes without something attempting to send him to the afterlife. Seriously, where the hell is this coming from?! Then for a moment, he sees a flicker of a blue flame around the corner, laughing behind his hand before disappearing…

Jealousy is a weak beast's trait, it’s what Lilia taught him. So, he must not feel so entitled to things, lest he get carried away. Despite those teachings, Malleus still falls as easy prey to the feeling of envy, especially when it comes to you.

His case of jealousy is something different from everyone else’s. Not only were you the one who told him yourself, but it’s also not a recent event. So truly, he shouldn’t be envious at all but…

“It’s really funny actually, I called Rollo my husband so often, townspeople actually believed we were married!”

… He can’t help but allow the storms to sky with lightning at the knowledge, that there are people in this world who believe you’re married to anyone but him.

“I see…”

“We also have matching earrings, so that really didn’t help our case…”

“I see…”

“Even Crewel and Trein were approving of how often we were together, can’t say the same about Crowley though…”

“I see…” He jumps forward at the feeling of you smacking his stone horns forward. When he turns to face you, he notices the annoyance and your face and quickly frowns.

“Can you stop with the lightning Malleus.”

“Oh, forgive me.” He snaps his fingers at the sky lightning dissipating. But the clouds in the sky remain. You both stay in silence, awaiting the other to make a move in the moment. “So then, what is he to you, Child of Hunters?”

The silence you give him does not bode well, thunder coming back into the atmosphere. Answer anything but that, and he’ll be okay.

“… Someone I…” the way he stares at the ground but not at you, for once, is a telling sign of his current affliction. “… Won’t tell you about.” Your answer does not satisfy him, for it signifies there is something to tell, which is not what he wants.

The feeling of your head laying on his shoulder finally disturbs his moment of brooding, his moss-covered features turning to look at you.

“Rollo, is much to me. You’re a monster. You’re all monsters.” He doesn’t like where this is going. “And I hate it. But, it’s disappointing that you’re all something to me too.”… A pang in his a heart that shouldn’t be there at all, is felt.

He doesn’t know whether that something you consider all of them as, is good or bad. But, perhaps it’s better not to know.

Afterstory: You’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder. Typically, he’d be over the moon at this advancement, especially since his body isn’t the classic material you’d wish to lay on. Yet, he feels a bit empty at the conversation. They’re all something to you, just as Rollo is. Yet, they’re different in your eyes. He gets the basic understanding but still doesn’t truly understand. Which is an issue, because his solution to this is to just make everyone else into nothing so then he can be your only something. Starting with Rollo.

Rollo is the worst case of jealousy among all of them. To be fair, his jealousy was still there when you were with him, always glaring at any suitors who attempted to court you. But now, even as he’s miles of land and sea apart from you, it has only gotten worse.

He comes across these rumors when he’s tending to his plants, taking greater care of your particular favorites in his garden. At first, when he sees the miniature devils, he sighs and pulls out his dagger with ease, ready to hunt them on the spot.

“Did you see that Draconia Gargoyle? Him and that hunter were on a dateee, Ahahaha! Grosss, they’re gonna kiss and get moss cooties!”

“Hahaha!!! And that old stone’s talkin’ about marriage!! Ring and everything!! Doesn’t he know a statue can’t marry a human?! Haha— Ha…?”

The two little demons stop their gossip when the feeling of impending doom looms over their tiny bodies. Before they can run away, a blade swiftly falls down on their tails, halting any chance of escape.

“That… Thing, did what with them?” Rollo’s naturally soft voice comes out strained in his inquiry, a testament to the current emotion he displays. The two of them shake their heads, tiny voices trying their hardest to make it seem like a joke. “It doesn’t matter. What was he doing to them? Did he really take them out on a date? Did he… really touch them?”

The little demons shiver in horror at the way it seems like his eyes turn in despair.

“… If he did, then there is no room for forgiveness.”

They both pause at this familiar phrase. There’s no way…

“You’re Rollo—!”

…

Rollo spread the ashes into his soil, delicately mixing the compound into one. The gentle smile on his face is entirely unlike the man he was a few minutes prior.

“A few less demons for your cruel world,” he waters the plants, his finger lifting a single leaf, “Don’t fret (Name), I will burn every one of them down if it means your smile lasts forever.” Rollo’s head turns up to feel the sun on his pale skin.

…

The light is blocked by a decaying gargoyle.

…

He’s leaving Sages Quarter, weapon in hand and ready to destroy every monster and gargoyle he sees.

Afterstory: The only way to stop Rollo’s current plan to end all monster lineages, is by reminding him that you would hate him for the rest of all time. He’s essentially stuck between the idea of protecting you and having you despise him for the rest of time, or not and letting you be seduced by these heinous creatures. Which is why it’s Crowley’s go-to plan when confronting him! “If you do it, they’ll never love you again! Bye-bye to work husband!” He immediately sits down. But with each day, this thread of patience continues to tear, until he eventually breaks.

Skully, is… a sad type of jealous. He really does wish to respect your wishes! But everytime he sees you the overwhelming urge to just kiss each part of your skin with his lips consumes him. However, it halts when he seems someone else has the same mutual feeling.

“… What’s that?”

His bony finger will travel over an empty patch of skin, but the way he pouts makes it seem like there’s something there.

“Uhm… My cheek?”

“No, the thing on it…”

You hand traces over the spot, not feeling any change in texture, neither do you remember anything on your face prior. So… what exactly is he talking about?

“Skully I’m not too sure—“ you’re interrupted by the feeling of his thumb aggressively wiping the spot clean. Then, his lips on your face, his expression in full view when he comes back to.

“There, better.” You don’t have the chance to question him before his lithe body is twirling you around in a ball room esque dance. For a moment he pauses the pirouette you’re in to quickly pluck something out of your hair. “Now, it’s really better. You’re truly perfect.”

He’s back to his romantic escapades once more afterwards.

It’s only when he’s sleeping peacefully in your lap, the bony spider legs on his back limp, do you notice what he did. The clearing in the forest you just danced in, reflects a single white feather on the floor.

You finally connect the dots. The spot he kissed on your cheek was the exact place Neige placed one on as well. No wonder he was so thorugh on scrubbing your skin…

Be careful if you fall asleep while he’s on your lap. In reality, he’s only closing his eyes so he can savor the moment to its fullest! The moment you fall prey to slumber though, he’s up looking over the places Neige left any marks on, and covering them with his own affections. Any place he had a feather hidden, he’ll cover it with his own prettily weaved web!

Only the best for you.

Afterstory: He was able to successfully mask his sadness at this mark this first time. But, if you come back to him again marked up like that, he doesn’t know if he can do it again… So please don’t enter his web with the mark of an angel! Why do you need that when you’re already one! He thinks you should just throw that angel away…

A/n: Once again, Ik this wasn’t a request, but I couldn’t help myself (≧◡≦) ♡

[lassieposting]

Been thinkin about Astarion + vampire biology so have some headcanons and the bits of game lore they're based on

Dialogue establishes that Cazador has been successfully passing himself off as a regular noble for centuries, and Astarion confirms that while he's considered a bit reclusive, he does mingle with the upper class of Baldur's Gate and has a property specifically for hosting fancy events.

Vampires are camouflage predators, whose primary hunting strategy is to blend in with their prey until the perfect time to strike. Their ecological niche is not a particularly safe or stable one - they live hidden in plain sight, usually in sizeable cities, for easy access to prey, but they know that if they are discovered they will be rooted out and killed or driven away. They are rarely able to get away with attacking in public, where city guards might rush to the aid of a screaming victim - they have to isolate their target before killing it. The ability to blend in, to be overlooked by their target, until it is too late is essential.

Cazador is, as far as we know, the only true vampire in Baldur's Gate

This is because true vampires are aggressively territorial. Like most apex predators, they eat a lot, and need substantial territories to support them - even moreso if they have a partner or spawns. Ascendant!Astarion would need to hold onto the entire city, as Cazador did, to be able to feed himself and Tav without raising suspicion.

True vampires are relatively rare, but there are more of them than there are cities, so it's not uncommon for one to set up in an occupied city and try to oust the sitting resident. The challenger usually believes himself to be as strong or stronger than the current tenant: these territorial disputes usually end in at least one death, so they're not to be entered into lightly.

Astarion is very obviously a vampire: his fangs are visible, as are his bite scars; he's so pale multiple people comment on it; his eyes are red, etc.

Astarion is not a healthy vampire.

This is a man who has been kept on the knife's edge of starvation and tortured regularly for 200 years, and to another vampire, that would be clear from the state of him: Astarion is a camouflage predator who is so malnourished he is no longer able to blend in.

Tav will get an up-close look at his transformation over the course of the game and during the years afterwards: the more healthy and well-fed Astarion becomes, as his body catches up on its immense energy deficit and begins to recover, the better he will be able to mimic a living elf. His skin will be able to bleed, or blush, or bruise, none of which he's capable of while actively starving. Hia fangs will retract until he needs them, not invisible but less obvious - having them out all the time is a response to severe deprivation; he's so hungry his body can't risk losing prey to the split second it takes Cazador to snatch a rat back, so he's permanently in bite mode, hyperaware, ready to strike. Some body functions will come online that he didn't even know he had, the ones that are supposed to help him blend in - his eyes will start producing pigment to look darker, less scarlet and more burgundy, to be more easily mistaken for brown; his lungs will make him breathe automatically even though he doesn't need it, he'll start being able to eat normal food without getting sick again, though he still won't get any nourishment from it; he'll heal faster. He'll even be able to get drunk, though he'll burn through it very quickly. As it stands, all those extra systems have been shut down by his starving body - they're useful, but nonessential, and he needs every single bit of energy funnelled into just keeping him alive and functional.

There is probably an intentional bit of psychological warfare against the spawns on Cazador's part here - him starving them strips them of their natural defences, and every time he makes them leave the mansion to hunt, they have to do so knowing that they're poorly hidden and vulnerable. But it's established that true vampires treating their spawn poorly or outright abusing them is A Thing, so it's not the only reason - he sees them as property rather than people, he keeps them weak so they won't plot against him, he's acting out his own trauma from Vellioth on them, he just wants to - but it does feed into it.

Astarion can, at one point, identify old blood as belonging to the player character. He also gets excited at another point if an enemy character runs away, stating, "Now it's a hunt."

He says that "even stale, [he'd] recognise that bouquet anywhere." This confirms a few things for us:

He has a vastly superior sense of smell capable of identifying individuals by scent and - since he can tell who the blood belongs to even after some time has passed - following scent trails.

This confirms that although city-dwelling vampires may primarily hunt via luring a victim to a secondary location before killing it, they still have the "stalk down and chase" predator instinct. Since Astarion can't lure wildlife anywhere, this is almost certainly how he's been hunting to supplement his diet when he's not using the player as his personal caprisun.

The fact that he can scent out prey before killing it means he has this ability all the time - he can smell blood while it's still safely inside the owner's body.

So scent is probably relevant to how vampires process the world. The more time each companion spends with him, the more he gets used to their scent, starts associating it more with safety and camaraderie than with a potential meal, and so he becomes more relaxed around them. As he learns to link the player's scent with love and comfort and trust, the more likely he is to retreat to their tent over his own when he's injured or afraid or having a trauma moment. When he's fond of someone, something of theirs will go conveniently missing - he's moving their scent into his little safe space, it's comforting for him. He can tell when his lover is hurt or aroused or frightened - though not which of the three applies - from a distance, because his sense of smell can pick up the spike of adrenaline rushing into their bloodstream.

But that also means that he can never feel like he's got any distance from Cazador while he's living in the mansion - even if the man isn't in the same room, the entire place reeks of him, and it makes Astarion feel like Cazador is breathing down his neck all the same. Ascendant Astarion would have a really, really hard time sticking it out in that mansion with stale Eau de Cazador all over the place. It means that he's put instantly on edge by the faint scent of one of his siblings as he walks through the lower city - when seven vicious, territorial apex predators are confined to a single small dormitory, several hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year, fights are going to be nasty and frequent, and although Cazador wouldn't allow them to kill each other, considering how many of his siblings refer to him as weak or a runt, Astarion probably didn't win them very often. So. Having a highkey advanced sense of smell is a mixed bag.

[englishotomegames]

Aksys Games has announced they will be releasing Mistonia no Kibou and Utakata no Uchronia in English for the Nintendo Switch in 2025! 7’scarlet will be ported to the Nintendo Switch as well.

Mistonia no Kibou

"A tale filled with love and fixation, woven together by those who carry the blood of the fairies. The story takes place in Grand Alvion, a kingdom thriving under the rule of the fairy queen, in an era where light and shadow coexist. On the outskirts of the capital city stands a noble residence belonging to a prestigious family, where a newly-hired maid is about to set foot onto the property: our heroine, Applause. Having lost everything eight years prior, she swore to take revenge on those responsible. Under a false identity, she begins her search for the truth as she works at the mansion belonging to a potential target for her vengeance. What secrets will she unearth upon her chance encounters with the distinguished noblemen who protect the kingdom? What path will she choose? And so begins the revenge tragedy of a girl bound by a hapless fate."

Utakata no Uchronia

"Welcome to the renowned and prosperous utopia, the flying city of Itehari. Our protagonist is Hinagiku, a noble lady from a distinguished family who longs for the world beyond the floating city. One day, Hinagiku, having just turned 18 years old, encounters an amnesiac man named Yashiro. Their fortuitous meeting becomes the catalyst that drags her into a series of events involving the secrets and various truths hidden beneath the surface of this beautiful utopia."

[blackleatherjacketz]

Frostbite

Loki x Female Reader

Summary: Set before the events of Thor (2011). You’ve been having sex dreams about your friend Loki for weeks now. After your betrothal to another man, he gets jealous and lets you know he’s been having them, too.

Warnings: 18+ Only! Explicit Smut, Mature Content, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Sex Dreams, Sleep Walking, Dubious Consent, Confessions of Love/Lust, Asgard, Enchantment?, Kissing, Face-Grabbing, Groping, Possessive Loki, Jealousy, Loki Using His Frost Giant Powers To Go Down On You, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Bonus points if you catch my Hamilton reference.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Thank you to @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for brainstorming this with me!

Read more Loki!

The crickets are well into their nocturnal symphony as the flames from the worn down torches illuminate the great hall. Their warm, amber glow radiates into the apertures and hallways that branch off from the main path, highlighting them just enough to guide your way. You can’t recall exactly what had awakened you from your slumber, or when you had left your chambers in the royal palace, but your feet somehow seem to know exactly where they’re taking you.

Just as one accepts an amount of false realities in their dreams, you can’t help but accept this blissfully hazy version of your friend graciously greeting you in his personal quarters. You’ve dreamt of him like this before; his face always a little blurry and the details a little bit fuzzy, but a few things about him remain the same. His scent as he draws you near, the flavor of his kiss and the way he cries out your name always seem to stick with you, haunting you well into your waking hours. These dreams have increased in frequency as time went on, eventually making it harder for you to look your beloved friend in the eye. You had almost resorted to ignoring him completely during your everyday life, anxiously awaiting your time together once you resigned again to the mansions of rest.

You can smell him again here and now as you walk in the twilight of consciousness, that deep crisp scent flooding your senses as his face slowly comes into focus, the sharp angles of his features more beautiful than ever in the wavering light of the torches.

Wait a minute, that’s never happened before.

“You’re really here.” His voice is clear and undistorted, yet softer than the one he puts on for Thor and Odin. This gentle timbre must be reserved only for you.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t…” You blink a few dozen times to try and focus your vision, squinting as you look around his bedroom to make sure that you are where you think you are. You can clearly see the ornate details carved into the furniture at your side, noting that none of the designs are shifting or blurring together like they often did in your slumber. “This isn’t a dream?”

“Not this time, I’m afraid.” He shakes his head blithely, a satisfied grin curling his lips upward as he approaches you.

“This time?” You ask, wondering how he could possibly know about the fantasies that kept you coated in a film of sweat beneath your covers at night. Has he been watching you? Reading your mind when you weren’t paying attention? Or is he merely toying with you like a cat would a mouse before biting into its neck?

“I’ve been having them, too, you know,” he starts, the deep collar of his nightshirt revealing a peek at his chest as he gets closer to you. “The dreams we dare not speak of.”

He knows. Your heart drops into the bitter acid of your stomach, tightening your insides as he stares at you expectantly. But wait a minute, did he just say…?

“I thought it was nothing more than a mere coincidence until you started to avoid me.” He touches a strand of hair that cascades down your shoulder, contrasting against the sheer material of your night dress that barely covers your naked form. “Until I noticed your cheeks flush scarlet at my gaze.”

You watch his eyes darken as they take you in, forcing those dreamlike feelings of longing to rush to the surface once more. That all too familiar moisture begins to pool between your thighs, triggered by the mere warmth of his touch as he slowly breathes in your scent.

“I don’t,” you try to protest, cheeks blushing again despite yourself as you try to find the right words, any words in fact, to defend your reaction. “I didn’t…”

“I wanted to see if it was more than just some misconstrued fantasy of mine,” he ignores your mindless bumbling, snaking his fingers through your locks up to the base of your neck. “And after tonight’s announcement, I knew I had to find out for myself.”

It’s all starting to make sense now, the sudden betrothal Odin had announced at dinner tonight had caught you both off guard, forcing you to glance up at each other in a shared, silent panic that you didn’t quite understand until now. You knew that this day was coming eventually, but you didn’t think it would be this soon; that a complete stranger would show up and derail your hidden feelings for your best friend whom you were secretly dreaming about for months now.

“I didn’t have any control over that,” you admit.

“I know that!” He spits, grabbing onto your face. His thumb and forefinger press your lips into a pucker as he all but picks you up and backs you up against the wall. A jealous shade of green flashes wildly in his eyes, nearly drowning out the icy blue in them entirely. “It’s maddening to think that he gets to taste you every night! Like he even knows how to please you, how to make you moan his name in every pitch on the scale after all that we’ve done together!”

All that you’ve done together? Your chest heaves as that twinge of jealousy turns to a dangerous hue of anger as he bares his teeth at you. “Loki, those were just dreams.”

“Were they?” His voice cracks for a split second as his lashes flutter against your cheek, his stifled breath hot on your lips as he holds you in place.

With your heart beating wildly against your rib cage, you recall the deeply manipulative nature of his powers, wondering just how coincidental these shared dreams actually were. Had he enchanted you into falling for him night after night, or were your romantic feelings there for him all along? As impossible as it is to say which came first, what you can tell Is how strong your feelings are for him right now, and what you can do about them in this moment.

You decide to close the gap between you by pressing your lips against his, feeling him willingly lean into your embrace as he loosens his grip on your face. All those dreams from all those nights have finally led up to this, his hands finally venturing down your shaking frame, surveying every curve of your body as he presses his against it. His fingers grasp at the linens of your dress, hurriedly pulling them up above your thighs as his tongue parts your hungry lips in order to taste in earnest what he’s been dreaming of for so long.

Without breaking the kiss he lifts you up, hoisting your hips onto his as he squeezes the muscles in your thighs to bring you even closer. He stumbles backwards with your legs wrapped around his waist, his hands feeling their way up your backside as he fumbles against chairs and tables, desperately squeezing onto your cheeks. An ancient vase topples over in his attempt to guide both of you onto his bed, shattering into hundreds of pieces before he tosses you onto his bed with a force you hadn’t seen him use before.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he says under his shortened breath, lifting up your skirts to needily massage your inner thighs. “For so long.”

“So have I.” The sight of him above you like this is absolutely unreal, the gravity of it not quite sinking into your brain as his fingers graze deftly over your needy center. In your dreams, this part always seemed to merge together with your inevitable climax, his groans mixing with yours in a cluster of images and sensations, the details never quite being laid out before you… until now.

A single strand of hair falls in front of his eyes as his fingers pass over the length of your swollen heat, taking their time to spread your lips apart as your hips instinctively roll toward him. He grins at your eagerness, dipping his head down just enough to blow his ice cold breath over your sex. It freezes your nerve endings in a prickly, tingling sensation you didn’t think possible, shocking you to your core. It forces your body to shiver, contracting your muscles in rapid succession as you hear him laugh mirthfully before dropping his head down even lower to lick a strip up your now frozen cunt.

“Loki!” You breathe out, limbs already shaking from his little parlor trick as the chill runs up your spine, hardening your nipples even more. Your teeth begin to chatter as he spreads your legs further apart, his saliva now warming your icy organ as every hair on your body stands on end.

“You look even more beautiful like this than in my dreams,” he huffs, his mouth finally melting the liquid barrier of your opening as he slides two fingers inside. His tongue dances over your bud as he pushes his digits in, working together in tandem to stimulate that internal organ as sparks of pleasure shoot up into your core.

“Oh gods,” you mumble, the shivering in your limbs finally calming down enough for you to reach down and stroke his hair as he enthusiastically thaws you out.

Those internal sparks come faster each time, speeding up as your convulsions from the ice die down, the two opposing forces balancing each other out as every sensitive nerve he touches inside you comes alive. You let your eyes fall shut as he bites down on your clit, adding yet another sensation to your nervous system as a needy whimper escapes your lips. He sucks your bud into his mouth, greedily tugging on it as he nibbles just hard enough to turn those sparks into flames. His ministrations send them blazing their way up through you as they light a path through your muscles into every layer of your skin, igniting them into the very tips of your fingernails and strands of your hair.

You cry out his name as your pleasure finally combusts, exploding into a giant firework of ecstasy as your body shivers and shakes despite the freezing cold that was there only moments ago. Your internal warmth vibrates within you as you instinctively clench down, pulling his fingers in even deeper as he relentlessly dines on your melting flesh, hungry eyes glancing up at you periodically as your bones rattle in delight.

Wow, you should have sleep walked into his bedroom a lot earlier.

“That never happened in the dream,” you jest, still shaking as your bliss gradually fizzles out.

“No,” he smirks, finally coming up for air with a sinister gaze. “Let’s make reality better than our dreams.”

He slithers up your body, his mouth leaving a messy trail of your juices on the fabric of your dress while what little remains glistens on his nose and chin. His hands peel your sleeves off your shoulders, exposing your breasts just before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He groans into it as your hands travel down his neck and back, massaging the muscles along his spine beneath his shirt as he tastes your skin. The twinge of his teeth on your nipples send your body into overdrive as your moans occur more often, growing in volume.

“You’re making so much noise and I’m not even inside you yet,” he chides, kissing his way up your chest and neck as your moans reverberate in your throat. He pecks at your chin and jawline as your body relaxes from the brief lack of stimuli, your hands smoothing their way up into his hairline as he finally kisses your lips. He tastes even better than before, his frosty tongue mixing with the tang of your arousal as he rhythmically thrusts his clothed erection between your legs, all but soaking through his night clothes.

“Wouldn’t want to wake Odin, now would we?” He chuckles haughtily into your kiss for a moment, his lips pulling into a mischievous grin as he slowly leans back from your embrace.

Your body yearns for him already, addicted to his touch as that short amount of time devoid of contact seems to last too long already. You watch him push his pants down past his hips, freeing himself from the only barrier left between you as your hands reach out, grazing up his biceps and over his shoulders as he crawls back on top of you.

“Only I get to ruin you like this,” he whispers, his voice dropping an octave as he grabs hold of himself, gliding the tip of his cock over your well spent cunt. “Not him, not anyone.”

You nod as he blinds you with pleasure, passing over your bud a few more times before pushing all the way in, filling you up without mercy. His girth stretches you out, his length hitting your cervix with each needy thrust up into you as he gives himself over to you again and again. His breath hitches as his mouth catches yours, his moans turning into whiny whimpers, nearly losing himself before sliding his arms beneath your thighs to push them up toward your chest.

“I want you to think of me every time he touches you.” His hips snap against your thighs, hitting that bundle of nerves at a delicious new angle as they promise another orgasm to rival the last. You want to wrap your thighs around his waist, to pull him in as close as possible in order to share the impending euphoria just as you had your dreams. But he continues to hold your legs in position up by your shoulders, straining your muscles as he keeps rocking into you. It triggers your body to convulse again as it nears the brink, the rhythm of his thrusts a little more desperate each time. “I want you to promise that you’ll always be mine.”

His efforts flip a switch inside you didn’t even know was there, encompassing you in a delightful ethereal glow that makes you feel as if you’re floating, levitating through all nine realms at once. It’s beyond exhilarating, washing away any other thought from your head besides him pumping mindlessly inside you. Nothing else seems to matter now; not Asgard, not Odin, not your betrothal… all that matters is Loki. All that matters is this.

Your skin tingles as he slides into your cunt at a much more frantic rate now, sweat dripping down his chest as his eyes roll back into his head, a sudden deep shade of blue flushing over his skin. A breathy growl rattles in his chest as he sheaths himself inside you faster, further, deeper before he comes undone and that blue tinge fades just as quickly as it had appeared.

“Promise me!” He collapses on top of you as he finishes spilling himself inside your walls, his chin tucked snugly into the base of your neck as he finally releases his grip on your thighs.

“I promise.” You kiss into his forehead, hearing him pant his way down to a regular rate. You can feel his heart beating against your own now, a detail your dreams never seemed to give you as his breath chills the skin behind your ear as he remains inside you. “I promise I’m yours.”

“Good,” he whispers softly, lazily tracing the outline of your face. “I’ll be sure to visit you in your dreams even after you get married.”

[cursedmystic]

"I'm getting over it -- doing better than during the PWT, anyways."

Recover cools the room around them, Jellicent warbling an affirmative when the healing ends and he floats between Red and Matsuba, taking in the room as the pair talk.

Matsuba rubs his face a bit before he shakes his head.

"No, no. I'll be okay -- I've been out of sorts all night. Ever since we found Yuri, the air's been thick."

<< I know. You are too. >>

He offered his shoulder out to Jellicent, letting the cool tendril creep over the bloodied gouges. The supernatural feeling of Jellicent's tentacle stretched beyond his skin and the layers of muscle to cool him down to his bones.

Marowak sat with him, leaning up against the heavy bulk of his thigh.

<< You want me to run for you? >>

[tomas-smoked-sasuage]

MK1 Kast reaction to AOU! Scarlet Witch! Reader (Earthrealm Addition)

*I don't want any controversies, I'm a sucker for Wanda, FYI, you're Johnny's assistant*

Warning??: Down Grading, Johnny wanting you in his movie, Geras being threatened, me doing side events with this one, Liu Kang Double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon

Requests are available

LIU KANG

He already knew...

I mean what, you were in the last timeline, but neutral? You had your reasons for being evil (or so you would say), but also good

Much of speaking, you won't necessarily die or be erased from history, because without chaos, there would be no balance in the universe

So he has options to either Shinjuku mind erase your ass and restart or seal, cause yea...

He finds your power intriguing the more you learn and develop, there even somethings he didn't see you do previous timeline

You also almost killed a few of his students "accidentally" per say

He also finds out you have relatives that are Edenian ancestors of the magic, even if you come on top, you have much to learn

He prevented you from interfering with Johnny's fighting against the Lin Kuei brothers when they arrived at his mansion

He also noticed you cast an illusion when you were about to leave after Johnny fought the brothers, to not be involved in what was happening

RAIDEN

He's surprised you even had powers, let alone be born with them

He likes the combination of his lighting with your magic, impressed that you can mimic lighting, he will also feel a little intimidated about it

He totally kicks your ass in combat, hand to hand precise

He will lecture about using combat more than your powers, but is impressed about your abilities

He annoys the living the fuck out of you with his humbleness

He finds it amazing that you are able to hold more than you once did

He still wants to know if you're able to do more with your magic than what he's read in books about ancient magic in Edenian

He worries of your mental state with your abilities the more you learn about them, but he finds you interesting that you are abnormal

He's surprised that you can tolerate Johnny, hearing about his previous assistants, you are the only one who can tolerate the egotistic (but generous) man-child

KUNG LAO

Cocky son of a bitch...

He'll work too hard to try and impress his abilities to you and brag that you can't prevent them

Overall, he does like the sight of your abilities glowing and swirling in your hands

He finds them ticklish when it holds when they calmly wrap around him

He's literally the type of guy to ask you to "do it again!" just to make him feel like he's flying

You somehow managed to block his blade hat, but nearly got your head split into two

He's wondering about your limits and wanting to try and overdo them, in other words he wants to cheat

The more your power grows the less he understands

KENSHI TAKAHASHI

He and Sento can sense you, just like you can sense them.

He was curious if you could hear Sento without any contact with the blade. Both him and you were surprised that your ancestors knew each other

You both help each other with telekinesis and mind reading

Johnny and Kung Lao call you two the "Perfect Duo"

Johnny tries setting y'all up, but you declined due to "not seeing it" (neither can Kenshi)

It weirds out Takeda that there was someone else quite similar to Kenshi

Takeda also comments that she's out of his league...

They will literally talk shit telepathically, especially about Johnny. I headcanon the way they do it is like in Young Justice, especially when they argue. The entire squad just looks at y'all as you two throw your arms and yelling at each other in y'all minds like y'all crazy...✋🏾😭

JOHNNY CAGE

Brother is STUNNED

How dare you keep this secret from your boss, he's livid AND dramatic...

Even those Liu Kang prevented you from interfering, you didn't really listen to him. You knew Johnny for six years and was close with him

Helping him push Bi-Han with your magic was always entertaining for him during the fight

You did kinda slapped him for trying to use you for his movie as you said you didn't want to and your power was too unpredictable anday cause harm

He enjoyed watching you beating the shit and levitating Shang Tsung and slamming him on the ground

He does notice your magic gets darker the more you use it, he also noticed you get headaches and hear voices from it

He was losing his fucking mind when Shang Tsung kidnapped you after he set out poisonous gas in his gruesome basement of Tarkat clones, man was ranting and worrying about you to Liu Kang who kept telling him to calm down

He remembers your ex, Kira, (Yes, the Kira from the previous games), that she got out of prison for trying to kill you, or more like someone let her out and she joined the Red Dragon group

He's extremely worried about you all the time, like that's you bad bitch, you're bestie✨💅🏾

Y'all are literally the Mean Girls, along with Kenshi

✨BONUS ✨

GERAS

He's more cautious about your abilities than Liu Kang, even though Liu Kang is aware, Geras is more strict about it

He knows the extent of your abilities and various triggers that can happen. Throughout the times in other timelines, he always see you are going from good to evil.

There's even one timeline where he sees you erasing all the realms due to sadness of someone you love during a realm battle of all realms

He remembers you were Shinnok's spawn in a previous timeline, but it glad you were down a different path, still causes of what you might do

He will eventually see you as a threat if your power corrupts you, knowing he can't erase you due to chaos and order balance, he deems of sealing you, which Johnny was mainly against

He knows you don't intentionally mean harm, but does trust your mind set

Geras is a bonus since he's not intentionally an Earthrealmer, this list is mainly for those who are born in Earthrealm, for example since Liu Kang is a God and Keeper of Time, he still was and is an Earthrealmer

I was gonna add Thunder God Raiden, but if I'm in the mood or someone requests the MK11 version, I will do it

I will make an Outworlder one but I won't add the villains, they'll have their separate section

Again! Requests are open!

[milkbobatyun]

for you, i'd do it all over again

pairing: illumi x reader

genre: angstober, events

summary: you loved illumi, to the extent that you would destroy yourself, work yourself to the bone, with the silver of hope that he would look at you with love in his gaze, but does he ever?

word count: 904

a/n: finally wrote an illumi fic for you @nfekwefdskldm, some creds to you, (¬_¬") *big sigh from me* "miss skibidi rizzler @nfekwefdskldm" for giving me inspo for the last part (smw save me i was held at gun point to say this)

his nen was overpowering, stifling the breaths lingering in your chest. blood ran down your forehead, the scarlet liquid of life streaming from the shallow cuts all around your body.

illumi’s tall figure loomed over your crumpled body, his gaze cold and unfeeling.

“you’re weak.” his emotionless voice echoed around the chamber, the light catching and reflecting off of his golden shiny needles, peeking from his fingers.

“get up.” he ordered, voice sharp and unyielding, as though failure to comply was not an option.

your limbs felt like lead, weighing you down as your muscles screamed in protest. the love, no, the fear you had of him gnawed at your insides, threatening to crush your resolve.

despite the pain, you placed your shaking hands onto the ground, pushing against the cold stone floors of the training room. you were fighting to stay awake. after all, no ordinary person could fight for 36 hours straight, without sleep.

slowly and painfully, you forced yourself to your feet, fire smoldering behind your eyes, defiant and ready.

“good,” he murmured, face unchanging. this wasn’t praise. it was merely a comment, an expectation. it was a requirement that you finished this intensive training before you went onto your mission.

and so, you stood, shaky but upright, facing the twisted monster before you, the one that your heart held true to, knowing that he only saw you as a puppet on a string, not his lover.

the mission had been long and intense, you stalked your prey day and night, sleepless, driving by the hope of going home to illumi. you imagined him, waiting in the foyer of the mansion, despite the ungodly hour of night, impatiently hoping for you to get home, so he could wrap you in a warm, comforting hug.

the poison surged through your veins, a biting pain that kept you awake as you trudged up the mountainous path. you clung to the miniscule shard of hope, that he would be waiting for you. something, anything to make this suffering worthwhile. you had sacrificed many things to be with illumi. your friendships, your family, your self-esteem. all of it, now lost because of your selfish love for this man.

with aching arms, you pushed open the heavy gates, panting for breath. your vision was swimming and you felt nauseous, but you pushed on. home was only a few paces away.

a flash of white hair appeared from the corner of your eye. killua had come to greet you.

“you look terrible,” he commented, nose scrunched in disgust, though his eyes reflected pity. “honestly, i dont see what you see in my brother.” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “you’re better off with someone else.”

you forced a wry smile. the heart, you thought bitterly, is a foolish thing.

with a resounding creak, you swung the weighted doors of the mansion open, eyes squinting in the dimly light hallway. shadows danced across the walls, the flames of the candles their dance partner. your vision swam, sweat pouring down your forehead, the floor spinning under your feet.

“you’re home.” illumi’s voice rang out from the shadows. “report on your mission.”

you felt his cold, calculating eyes scan over you. a pause filling the air. you waited for something more—a hint of concern, a tinge of worry in his tone.

“never mind,” he dismissed, voice devoid of emotion as always, though you could detect a faint hint of impatience. not a hint of worry or pity. “come find me when you have cleaned up.”

with a flick of his long ebony hair over his shoulders, illumi turned on his heel, footsteps echoing down the hallway as he departed, leaving you alone in the vast foyer.

heaving a sigh, you slumped onto the floor, clutching your stomach as you fought back the urge to throw up onto the carpet. the poison multiplied the pounding headache ten-fold, as you collapsed into yourself, but worse still was the ache in your heart—the slow, consuming burn of disappointment, sadness, rejection that not even sleep and rest could fix.

you could work yourself to the bone, bleed yourself dry, rip your heart out and present it to him on a silver platter, but nothing—nothing—could make him turn and look at you with a shred of love in his soulless eyes.

you used to find solace in the quiet moments with illumi, but now they suffocated you, tainted by the thought of him. he draws you like a moth to a flame, companionship morphing into ugly manipulation, eating away at your sanity.

you see his presence everywhere—the flickering lights, the air that thickens around you. each encounter tightens the noose around your neck, your laughter turning hollow, joy a distant memory.

days blur into nights, sleep slipping through your fingers like sand. and yet, you find yourself in his room, conversing with the devil who kept you awake, every revelation another thread unravelled, each response from illumi twisting your words, feeding on your vulnerabilities.

you’ve lost sight of who you are, now merely a dried out husk. the noose is tightening, choking you with illumi’s influence, whispering your name, sending chills down your back.

you find yourself losing, fading, in this dance of control, voluntarily following illumi as he manipulated you, trapped in a nightmare disguised as a dream, as illumi watched your life slip away, numbness enveloping you in its cold embrace.

taglist (open): @yeonjunsfox, @nfekwefdskldm

∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobayun 2024 / づ ♡

[liminalpebble]

Peb's Unhinged Halloween Party! 🎃 🍂 ☕️ 🕯 👻 😈

My dear sweet, beautiful feral folks,

SAS, Holy Order of the Sacred Mango, Loki's Subjects, Blessed Followers of Eddie Spaghetti, Wives of the Feral Raccoon Munson Boy, Geta's girls, and Hux hoes,

I cordially invite you, once again, to Peb's Unhinged Halloween Party with all our favorite fictional men.

The beautiful ancient mansion is decorated festively and the music is a-blarin.

Loki, hasn't shown up yet, the diva (or maybe he has, knowing his disguise skills we may never know). Either way, I'm sure he won't be able to resist a grand entrance of some variety.

The ghost of Thomas Sharpe mingles on the vast marble dance floor, forlorned and handsome, wondering if any of these beautiful living creature would do him the honor of a waltz.

Hux, our brutal little red-headed general, has hidden himself away in the library with the best of the scotch. He's brooding about being dragged here, but I'm sure the right person could crack his shell delightfully.

One particularly villainous man with deep black eyes and the golden robes of an emperor is strutting around. When you tell him, “nice costume,” he only grins maniacally and give you a filthy laugh.

Eddie has already polished off a six pack by himself and is hanging from the chandelier dressed as Dio, and belting out Holy Diver..uh...maybe...we should help him?

I'm very honored to be your host yet again. I'm at the top of the staircase, dressed all in red as Wanda/The Scarlet Witch and holding up a glass of red wine in a toast to all of my lovely friends.

Enjoy! And let me know what you're bringing and wearing and up to at this gala event.

Much Spooky Love!

Peb! 🪨 🖊 💜

P.s. Feel free to tag and share! I can only tag so many and it's a mess anyway, so please...the more the merrier.

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[the-deltahub-official]

THE DELTAHUB - 5TH ANNIVERSARY PROMO

WELCOME BACK!

5 YEARS IT'S BEEN

WHAT A WONDERFUL TIME...

BUT, THERE'S STILL, MUCH, MUCH MORE TO BE DONE.

❖ Join the Oldest Deltarune Discord! (We’ve been around since Day 3 of the Game’s existence!)

❖ OCs and Non-Deltarune Characters are allowed!

❖ Explore the Dark World’s ever-expanding Castle Town, the Light World’s Hometown, and strange places beyond both.

❖ Confront THE ROARING KNIGHT, SHADE INC., THE CORRUPTION, and even THE ANGEL, as you pursue answers in an on-going and community driven story where YOUR influence can change the narrative!

❖ All new Original Dark Worlds! A Haunted Mansion, A Shady Company, A Fiery Bar, and more!

❖ Custom Slice of Life Events, thought of and selected by YOU!

❖ Get punched by a Flexing Dice block

❖ An average sized community always looking for more people to share with!

❖ Make Music? Art? Got theories about Undertale and Deltarune you wanna discuss? We got the chats just for you!

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JOIN US NOW @ discord.gg/deltahub

We'd like to bring a huge thanks to the collaborative efforts of the Deltahub Discord for bringing this collab image to life. Here are the usernames of those who worked on, or offered their character to be shown in the image! Kris, Susie, Ralsei, Frisk belong to Deltahub (drawn by dra-ghost)

Cavalin & Deo drawn by @dra-ghost

Russel by @pipisofficial / @ghosts-of-the-underground

Legion & Doctor Catalyst belong to @offbeatcat (Drawn by Prime)

Winter By @peonysburrow

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Ezra, Dan, and Sidra by @primearts1983

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Sunny, TR3V0R, and Khione by @queerrayne

Dunamis by Marsim (Drawn by Prime)

Laseri & Thorny Ruler by @Laseridreamer on twitter

Joey by @zavemann

Scara by @artsy-savvy

Jibanyan played by @sabersstuff (Drawn by Pipisofficial)

Dyl by @the-scarlet-traveler

Trou by @strutinman

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[cursedmystic]

Elrick: "That bastard won't be easy to get rid of, or to stop. You'll be needing my old weapon to actually make him stop. You can use my camera, but that menace needs stopping. If you can find the Armory, you should find my old weapon."

--thescarletmansion

The whispers that are ghostly nonsense to many of the others are as loud as if Elrick was at his side and speaking to him. In the past, it would have bothered him -- now, he's quietly thankful of his skills here.

"I see. I mislike resorting to violence, but if that's what it comes down to, we'll have to see what happens."

He rubs at the back of his neck with a sigh before turning to relay the message to the others.

[vixstarria]

Kinktober Day 21 - Free Use

For every day of the month of October I will be posting a little snippet following prompts listed in this post. Most of these will not be full fics, but rather short snippets, set-ups, and, in a few cases, copied bits and pieces of fics I have already published. But, if there is a lot of interest and feedback on any of the snippets, they might just evolve into full fics, so keep that in mind.

Disclaimer / TW: Sex club shenanigans. And yes, yes, I know I'm late... It did take me a full 3 weeks to fall behind, at least.

The masquerade masks were, of course, completely inadequate for concealing anyone’s identity. However, they served a different purpose: acknowledging mask-clad acquaintances as such within the mansion, as well as mentioning their presence at the party outside the manor grounds was an unthinkable taboo, and would result in the irrevocable banishment of the offender and their immediate connections. Attendance at the events was a great privilege, one not to be squandered.

Astarion and Asmodea had been invited to the soiree by the owner of the establishment herself. They were encouraged to peruse and, if they so wished, partake, though the actual purpose of their visit was business, not pleasure: they were exploring the possibility of forging business ties between their cabaret theatre and the Scarlet Veil.

“Why this is even more strange than being on the paying end of a brothel,” Astarion murmured to Asmodea upon their emerging from the cloakroom.

"Are you sure you want to be here?" she frowned. "I'm happy to deal with the owner myself."

He waved a hand dismissively before responding.

“I will only ask two things of you: make no assumptions, and ask no questions you do not want to know the answers to.” Not waiting for her to respond, and likewise not giving her a chance to voice any more concerns, he sauntered towards a nearby room, sectioned off by a velvet drape.

"The Burrow," he read a plaque at the entrance. "Hmm, let me guess..."

Asmodea had no choice but to follow him as he disappeared behind the curtain.

Her eyes widened as she was immediately greeted by the sight of a splayed pair of legs protruding from a nearby wall at about hip height. The ankles were in restraints, bound to the wall. The rest of the body disappeared behind a window cut-out, concealed by strip curtains. The figure, or at least the visible part of it, wore absolutely nothing but a pair of torn silk stockings.

"...Ah," Asmodea blinked. "Gloryholes. ...Of a kind."

There was an entire row of these holes further along the wall, she now realised, most of them occupied by grunting, thrusting masked men, their trousers gathered unceremoniously at their ankles.

"Harengon holes, they're called," Astarion corrected. "Because harengons-"

"...live in burrows and fuck like rabbits, yes, I've gathered."

Despite herself, she glanced up at Astarion, and, perhaps reading the unasked question in her eyes, he elaborated further.

"If the manor events are run the way I think they are, the participants here are all thrill-seeking guests, not paid staff. Concealed attendants should be keeping an eye on things on both sides, in case anyone doesn't know how to behave."

They passed further along the wall, observing the activities around them. A halfling, scorning a nearby stepladder which must have been provided for those of their stature, simply stood with their face buried between the disembodied legs. A chorus of muffled moans and howls sounded from somewhere beyond the wall.

The scene appeared increasingly more comical the longer Asmodea observed it, and she bit her lip to hold back a titter.

"Shall we move on before we're kicked out..?" Astarion asked, seeing her reaction. "I don't believe this is intended as a comedy show."

They continued on to the next room.

My Kinktober masterlist and prompts post

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“The stars shine for you” { Stolas x g/n reader }

Yep , decided to make another little x reader fic with Stolas , cause I just really want him to be happy after all he’s been through ;_; ❣️

As always , I apologize for possible ooc moments , and if someone already wrote about something similar know it’s not my intention to copy anyone !

🍃 Warnings 🍃 : none , this is just pure fluff featuring Stolas and the reader celebrating an anniversary by going to see a special event 🌠

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“Oh darling , I’m so glad you made it !”

(Y/n) smiled as Stolas pulled them in a loving embrace , and they let out a gentle chuckle …

He surely seemed excited that day , probably because it was their four months anniversary of being in a relationship : the Prince always remembered those times with an almost scary accuracy , and he also made sure to organize something special each time those occasions arrived .

(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel curious about what he had planned this time while walking inside their partner’s mansion … 

“Of course , I’d never miss such an important event ! 

So , what would you like us to do my love ?”

, they asked , following Stolas to the living room .

“Well you see , a very rare event will occur in the human world today : a comet that only appears every ten years will be visible from the Earth’s sky , and since I found a secluded spot where no humans would be able to bother us I thought it would be nice to watch it together …”

He interrupted his enthusiastic explanation to look back at (y/n) .

“Oh - but if by chance you’d prefer to do something else that is completely fine ! 

I would never want to pressure you into doing anything that you don’t like , so please don’t worry about being truthful with me : as long as I’m with you I’m the happiest demon in Hell , so …”

(Y/n) held his hand in theirs , looking up into his scarlet eyes .

“That sounds amazing , Stolas , I’d love to watch the comet with you .

I can’t believe you planned something so special just for me … you’re a sweetheart .”

The Prince’s concerned expression turned into a bright smile , and he leaned down to give his partner a kiss on the forehead .

“You deserve nothing but wonderful things (y/n) … this is truly the least I could do for the one demon that brought light into my once empty life .”

He looked at them tenderly , before opening a portal in front of the two of them . 

“Well then , shall we get going ? I believe we have around three minutes before it begins .”

(Y/n) nodded in response , and they both walked through the portal while still holding hands .

When they walked out they found themselves into a beautiful valley , the night sky above it crystal clear thanks to the absence of any sort of artificial lights .

The two sat next to each other , silently waiting until … 

“Woah … !”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened as the comet finally made its appearance , shining among the stars in all of its glory …

Time seemed to freeze , stuck into that magical , beautiful moment that no one else in Hell was even aware of .

Stolas gazed at them with a loving expression , placing his hand on their shoulder and holding them close to him .

“Happy anniversary , my starlight .”

, he quietly whispered .

(Y/n) looked back at the Prince , a warm happiness filling their heart as they leaned forward to leave a gentle kiss on his lips .

“Thank you Stolas …”

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Thank you so much for reading this little story until the end ! :D

Feel free to leave some feedback if you want :) ❤️

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Marvel Halloween Rec Week 2024 - Stony Tuesday

Day two of Halloween Rec week! Here are some of the best spooky Steve Rogers/Tony Stark I read this year.

How to Lose a Super Soldier in One Easy Step by and_backagain, jibrailis (Stony, Explicit, 18,248 words)

Summary: Rogers jerks backwards, shock registering on his face, and Tony thinks, welcome back to the land of the living, Cap, looks like you're sticking around. Or, a Pushing Daisies AU.

In Love with a Strict Machine by Carsonian (@carsonian) (Stony, Mature, 12,805 words)

Summary: After an honourable discharge from the War, Steve is relocated to a suburban neighbourhood where he stands out as the only Monster around. Soon after, T0ny, a Cyborg he knew briefly during the War, moves in next door. Steve's long carried a hidden flame for the man, and decides to take their paths reconnecting as a sign to finally make a move. (A.K.A. the Halloween fic where Steve is Frankenstein's monster, Tony is a cyborg, and they are pathologically drawn to each other.)

More below the cut!

The Moon and the Sea by dirigibleplumbing (@dirigibleplumbing) (Stony, Explicit, 81,058 words)

Summary: Steve has lived his whole life in the coastal California town of Nublado. He’s spent the last few years trying to move on from a traumatic event in his past, and he finds new joy when he befriends—and quickly falls for—reclusive local billionaire Tony Stark. Then Tony abruptly breaks things off and won’t reply when Steve reaches out. Steve’s friends Clint and Nat have his back, at least. But… is someone following him everywhere? What’s with the human teeth Steve and his friends found while they were out fishing? How did the Scarlet Witch know so much about him? And why are there so many crows around?

The Official Avengers Movie Night Movie Selection Bylaws by phenominable_snowman (@phenominablesnowman-blog) (Stony, Mature, 18,020 words)

Summary: It was just little things at first. Elevators opening on the wrong floor. Wild temperature fluctuations. An odd, glitchy babble from J.A.R.V.I.S. that went from amusing to annoying to alarming and then righted itself without explanation. Tony nursed a persistent migraine. His body ached. He slept, but he never felt rested. He was sure there was something lurking on the edge of his periphery, but whenever he gave in and looked, it was gone.

The Lost and the Wretched by Veldeia (@veldeia) (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 58,023 words)

Summary: After his reanimation, Tony has yet to find a reason to continue his existence that isn’t hatred or bitterness. After decades of captivity in Arcadia, Steve doesn’t know if he even has a soul anymore. When the vampires of the Covenant of the Shield organize a mission to rescue Steve, it is a new beginning for both of them.

so long, traveling song by Anonymous (Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 7,672 words)

Summary: The gem burns hot, singing the tender skin in the center of his palm, and he can see the possibilities unfolding in technicolor around him. A thought, and he wouldn’t be able to feel the pain. A thought, and he’d tear the whole building to the ground, turn the Hudson River to coffee, rain frogs down from the sky, send clouds of locusts upon the hot dog vendors on the street. Wood splinters crunch underfoot as Tony walks slowly into the husk of the mansion, unworried about the possibility of it crumpling down on him. The problem with the place is that it refuses to stay as stagnant as his memories of it; rain has already began to bleach color from the exposed wood, the ceilings to bulge oddly under pressure. Stop, a voice somewhere far away warns him, something like the Watcher’s voice, something like Stephen’s. Stop now. A thought, and he can fix all of his worst mistakes. Possibilities shimmer effervescent in front of him, momentarily gold under the power of the gem. A thought, and he can make this better for everyone, make it a world worth living in. A thought, and he can come home. 

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FREYA SIEGER; THE SCARLET WITCH CHARACTER FORM

OVERVIEW 

FULL NAME: Freya Sieger  CURRENT ALIAS: The Scarlet Witch  NICKNAMES: Frey, The Witch, Lil/Little Witch ADDITIONAL ALIASES: Freya Eckhart (birth name), The Great Witch 

BIRTHDAY: Nov 14, 2003  GENDER: Cis-Female  SEXUALITY: Probably Demi-sexual, hasn’t really put thought into it PRONOUNS:  She/Her

CITIZENSHIP: Genoshan (former), American (former), Canadian (current)  SPECIES: Homo Superior (Mutant), Inhomo Supremis (Witch) AFFILIATION: Magneto (former), The X-Men BASE OF OPERATIONS: Prometheus Hall (former), X-Mansion (former), Leopold Estate (Current)

APPEARANCE & PHYSICALITY

ETHNICITY: Jewish-German, Turkish

ACCENT: Having lived amongst Americans for over a decade, she speaks mainly in an Inland North American accent now, however her original German accent still bleeds through occasionally. She also sometimes says Canadianisms like “Eh,” “Sowree,” and “Aboot”, which started as making fun of Luthor Leopold, and accidentally became part of her lexicon. 

DOMINANT HAND: Ambidextrous 

HAIR: Caramel-brown, though she does both dye it and alter it to other colours, at full use of her Chaos magic, her hair becomes a bright reddish-pink, the same colour as her magic.  

EYES: Gray (glow reddish-pink when using her powers)

BODY: She’s small and compact, and it definitely doesn’t bother her at all. She just barely reaches 5’2/ 157cm, and it haunts her. She’s tried building muscles, but it just does not work. At best she can be called athletic from all the superhero training, but she is not physically all that powerful, it’s just endurance training at this point. Without her powers, she could definitely be bested in hand-to-hand combat by a regular human. 

UNUSUAL FEATURES: Her eyes glow when using her powers, but that’s it. 

STYLE: Casual and simple, she has a preference for clean cuts and comfort, she's not all too bothered about brand names or adhering to a specific style. As long as she feels good, looks good, she’s good. She does, however, have a penchant for heels, largely due to her height and wanting to appear taller and more intimidating. 

FACECLAIM: Bahar Şahin

PERSONALITY 

Freya is fairly introverted, preferring to be on her own or in the company of a very select group of people. She also does not bother pretending to be polite, and will leave or more likely move you out of her space when she does not want to interact. She tends to be rather sarcastic and somewhat cynical, not a huge believer in Professor X's “good is in everyone” approach, not unlike either of her fathers. She doesn't really believe people should be controlled or any of that world domination crap either, mostly she just can't be bothered with that. Ruling seems like a huge pain in the ass, instead, just everyone be polite and live your own lives, like does it really matter if your neighbour is blue and has a husband and a wife? How is that your problem? 

Despite having had her earlier memories locked away, and a whole host of traumatic events, Freya’s personality has largely remained the same through her life, only maturing the unruly bits with age, but her beliefs have certainly remained the same. The only real difference between childhood, pre-memory lock Freya and the current one is the loss of her spoiled daddy’s girl traits. She’s still got a bit of that, but the spoiled part has basically vanished, since the person who indulged her every whim is no longer around to do that. 

She is incredibly stubborn, and because of her powers, can occasionally display quite the god complex, however, those she loves and values, she holds above herself, not just their lives, but their opinions too, which is best seen in her relationship with Luthor Leopold, who is effectively her foster father, and will stop rewriting the world or the room when he tells her to. She is a deeply loyal and loving person, she doesn’t love a lot, but the few she does, she’s willing to do anything for. There are no moral lines she is unwilling to cross for those she loves. The world doesn't mean anything to her if her loved ones aren't in it.

POWERS & ABILITIES 

Freya's most potent and notable ability is REALITY WARPING, her power is virtually limitless, bound only by her own imagination, and enables her to defy any and all laws of nature, and bend them entirely to her will. The exact range of her warping is unknown, she has been able to rewrite the entire world, which leaves open the probability of her being able to affect the greater universe. Unlike other reality warpers, Freya's wishes become reality itself, with only unique beings able to recall the world that existed beforehand. If she wishes for all flowers to be purple, all flowers in the world will become purple, and almost no one will notice the change. Her powers even extend to actually creating matter itself, an ability unseen in other Reality Warpers who essentially rearrange atoms already in existence, though like her, can defy the laws of physics. 

Her Reality Warping abilities work in conjunction with both her mutation and her affinity for magic, in particular CHAOS MAGIC, which she alone has been able to use with no harm to herself, making her one of the most powerful beings in existence. Of note, while she can use spells to further her warping, she is also capable of rewriting the world simply with her thoughts. As her primary power, it is unclear how many of her additional abilities she was born with, and which manifested as a result of something she wanted. A flaw of her power is that while she cannot be manipulated by a reality conjured by someone else, Freya can be confounded by naturally existing alternate realities, which she can view and visit freely with her power, and alterations that she herself has done or undone. The overlapping memories and visions can overwhelm her and thus cause her to lose control over the current reality. Her emotional state also heavily affects her powers, which can act both as a boost and a boone. Theoretically, at complete control of herself and her powers, Freya could completely rewrite reality as she sees fit, with no being in existence able to notice the change. 

Likely a mix of her mutation and magic, offensively, Freya tends to use ENERGY MANIPULATION, manifesting as red-pink forms of energy in whatever shape she needs; she can manipulate this energy freely as a projectile, lasso, a blast, etc. She has also displayed the following; Astral Projection, Clairvoyance, Duplication, Energy Transference, Flight, Force Field Generation, Gravity Manipulation, Illusion Conjuring, Invisibility, Location Tracking, Magical Awareness, Mechanical Manipulation, Elemental Manipulation, Necromancy, Power Manipulation, Power Bestowal, Power Absorption, Power Amplification, Power Negation, Telekinesis, Telepathy, Teleportation, Remote Teleportation, Portal Creation, Time Manipulation, Transmutation, and Witch Sight. There is no limitation to how many powers she can use at once, and can combine them as she requires. As stated before, it's likely that a majority of these abilities are not natural, and a result of her Reality Warping and Chaos Magic simply responding to what she was attempting to accomplish.

Aside from her powers, Freya is a polyglot, and can speak numerous languages, though, as per a number of her abilities, some of them she learned to speak because of her powers. That aside, she is fluent in German, French, Turkish, and English, having been taught by her parents, and in the years since has picked up Italian, Japanese, Arabic, and more.

She's also been trained in various forms of combat, but is not particularly skilled in it, and relies on her powers. She's similar when it comes to magic, she's learned plenty of spells, but relies on her existing powers and just augments them with magical energy as opposed to traditional spell-casting.

RELATIONSHIPS

FAMILY

Magnus Eckhart (biological father)

Meryem Eckhart née Kaya (mother)

Mikail Eckhart (elder brother)

Luthor Leopold (foster/adoptive father)

Damian Mirza (adoptive elder brother)

Lara Leopold (adoptive younger sister)

Valerie Essex (paternal half-sister)

Freya’s relationship with her biological family is somewhat complicated, mostly by the fact that she does not remember them. Before her memories were locked away, Freya loved her family very much, particularly her elder brother, and she was very close to her father, very much a “Daddy's Girl”, however, she couldn't understand her father's behaviour towards her brother and as she started getting older, she would place herself between them and try to keep her brother safe and happy, and slowly pulled away from their father. Magnus's murder of Mikail was the final straw for Freya, and she sought to utterly destroy him, resulting in the events of M-Day. Her prior memories of her mother are more fuzzy, she could recall feeling warmth and love, but not her face. Even Freya doesn't know what happened to their mother. 

Since the reversal of M-Day, she considers the Wolverines her family, Luthor appearing to her on Mount Darque Hold being her earliest memory before Professor X's mental walls started collapsing, she also has a habit of referring to him as “Professor Dad”. Since the rescue of Lara, she considers her, her younger sister and is very protective of her. She is somewhat hostile towards Damian, since he tried to kill Luthor and all, but sees him as a wayward, moron brother. They text a lot. 

As Polaris and the Scarlet Witch, Freya has crossed paths with her half-sister before, but neither were aware of their biological connection at the time.

FRIENDSHIPS 

Freya isn't all that close with those outside of her family, she is closed off and can seem to be a bit mean, but overall, she is polite enough with everyone at the Mansion, she does not permit external threats towards anyone at X-Mansion, though the main reason for that is that they matter to Professor Dad, thus they naturally matter to her to. Having said that, she does have actual friends amongst them and spends the most time with them at the Manors outside of her family, and will entrust one of them with looking after Lara in case she and Luthor are not around. 

Alex Mastronardi 

Lowkey bitchy besties, they judgemental as hell together. 

Rosaria Huntington 

Francesca Moreno 

Not a fan. Freya just does not understand her as a person at all, nor Alex’s choice of dating her after Rose? Like, Alex, buddy, you good? You having a breakdown? The fuck is this? And she's somehow become even more annoying since she and Alex got together, Freya genuinely has to dedicate a constant amount of energy to making sure she doesn't accidentally wipe Francesca out of existence due to the latter's incessant need to be an absolute nuisance. When it comes down to it though, as another X-Man (technically), Freya will protect her from external threats. Which Francesca needs to understand means that she protects you from the US government Francesca, not the Freya!

ROMANCE

Freya hasn't had too much interest in romance in her life, she's not been single the whole time, but she's never been in a serious relationship, well, she didn't consider them serious, her exes may have. She's only ever previously gone for someone she already knew and felt certain wouldn't hurt her, whether emotionally or physically, so basically others at X-Mansion and the Leopold Estate. None lasted longer than a few months, since she's difficult to get close to and will obstruct your efforts to do so.  

Jason Lowell-Richards 

Lowkey they're just funny as a couple, she starts off hating him cause he's a) an American, strike one, and b) ex-US Army, which is worse. She finds him incredibly annoying, and threatens him nearly daily. However, she does very quickly fall into a sort of situationship vibe with him, not so much the flirting stuff (which he definitely does), but while he's technically not hers, she gets real pissy and territorial if someone shows interest in him. Absolutely denies any and all feelings of jealousy, but that ken is hers. 

While not all that nice to him, at all, he does manage to upgrade himself from nuisance to “friend” in her books fairly quickly, not long after he and his sister arrived at the Leopold Estate, Freya had a little “loss of control” episode, and usually she manages to anchor herself to reality by focusing on Luthor, but in this instance the alternate reality primarily confusing her was in which he proposed killing her, so she couldn’t trust which Luthor was hers. Jason offered himself as a focus point, since he wasn’t present in the other realities, and she was able to regain control again.

HISTORY

Freya was born in the fairly new mutant-only nation of Genosha to the President, Magnus Eckhart, and his then wife Meryem Eckhart, she was their second child, but first mutant one. Freya has been capable of using her abilities since birth, levitating herself and teleporting toys to her, it’s also possible she could use her powers from the womb, since a protective shield once stopped a bullet from hitting her non-mutant mother while pregnant with her, but it’s also possible the bullet was stopped due to a knee-jerk reaction by her father. As a powerful mutant, she was very doted upon by her father, and was being raised as a golden child, but had to watch her non-mutant elder brother be at best disregarded, and at worst, abused. Despite how their father treated him, Freya loved her brother dearly, and always placed herself between him and their father, and slowly pulled away from him due to the unfair treatment of her brother.

When Freya was 11, and Mikail 20, he convinced her to use her powers to turn him into a mutant as well, as a birthday present, however, Freya was too young and quickly lost control, the atomic structure of the citizens and the Island itself starting to fluctuate. While trying to stop it, Magneto accidentally killed Mikail, which sent Freya into a rage and triggered what later became known as M-DAY. Sobbing over her brother’s corpse, Freya whispered “no more mutants”, which subsequently erased nearly all mutants from reality, either by depowering them or removing their existence. A handful of “Omega-Level” mutants retained both their powers and memories of the previous reality, including Professor X and the Wolverine, as well as Freya herself and her father, while the nation of Genosha was turned into a floating fortress named Mount Darque Hold, the former populace turned into Sentinel-like mindless creatures which surrounded the fortress and protected Freya and her imprisoned father.

The massive world rewrite used a mix of both her mutant reality warping and was her first use of Chaos Magic, which caught the attention of the Lords of Chaos and Order of the Witch, neither were successful in penetrating the defences she set around Mount Darque Hold. A number of the Lords in Chaos were depowered by Freya, seemingly permanently, and even now cannot use any form of magic. 

While the magic users failed to enter the stronghold, the Wolverine and Professor X were successful in making it past the guards and eventually to Magneto and Freya, though a month had already passed since Freya changed the world. Luthor promised that if she changed the world back, she could leave with him, and wouldn’t ever have to see Magneto again, and if she focused with Professor X’s help, she might be able to undo her brother’s death too. She believed in him and did as asked, but she was unable to completely reverse everything, a large percentage of the Genoshan population was now deceased, and the Island itself collapsed and sank into the sea. She did actually manage to save her brother, but it was unclear in the moment and she thought she failed. In the aftermath, Professor X sealed all her memories, planning to slowly unseal them over time as her control over her powers increased, and she was taken to X-Mansion with them, and her surname changed. The Fall of Genosha remains debated to this day, while Magneto attributes it to an attack by humans.

Since waking up in X-Mansion, Freya’s only prior memory was being somewhere dark and alone, and feeling terrified until Luthor appeared, halo light included, this being her sole existing memory led to her being rather attached to Luthor initially until she slowly acclimated to life at the school, though he still remains her favourite. She doesn’t call him dad, but did begin referring to him as “Professor Dad”, and that’s just stuck now. Freya is aware that her memories were locked up by Professor X because she lost control before, which she did not appreciate, but trusts Luthor, so didn’t fight him over it, but this is partly why she didn’t follow Professor X around like some other students (*cough* Rose and Alex *cough*), however, she did grow to like him over time though. 

During the Invasion, Freya was initially with Lara, and made her evacuate to the jet first, afterwards using her powers to evacuate as many people as possible, during which she witnessed the Professor’s death and wiped out a massive portion of the army before manually flying the jet, which was damaged by their weapons, across the northern border. Since the shock of the Professor's death, Freya's powers have been unstable, and the mental walls he had built shaking and crumbling, causing her to confuse alternate realities and her own past memories. She's tried rebuilding the walls herself, but since she built them, it's easier for her confounded self to remove them.

TRIVIA

Loves cats, her entire youtube history is just cat videos 

Massive fan of Villainess web novels and webtoons

Not a fan of social media, doesn’t understand it really, but did make a locked instagram profile and a whatsapp group chat for the Wolvie Fam after Lara joined the Mansion 

People tend to assume that she's also Wolverine's biological daughter, and they do have similar eyes, and no one thought to explain it to Lara for quite some time, so she was really confused by the whole Magento thing

Freya has an inexplicable hatred of America, both before and after her memories were locked away. During the X-Mansion days, she kept hurting all the Americans’ feelings by constantly calling it a bad country, at best, and it was really hard to get her to soften up or just keep her opinion to herself. Magnus could clarify that she actually got that from her mom, but he's off supervillaining or whatever and not in her life.