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[ariparri]

Calpurina Black Clover M

I thought I shared this here, but I guess I never did 🤦🏻‍♀️

Anyways, this is Calpurina's support SR for the Black Clover mobile game! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Will also be using Ilyas' meme drawing for his own stats screen too!

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[dcyseekerr]

“ we don’t always know what to do, but we always do our best. “ ( for Seraphine perhaps ; maybe he’s offering to help tweak her instruments? )

she's still learning when it comes to this sort of stuff , making her stage had been hard enough but maintaining it and giving it upgrades was even harder . sure , she had more money in her pocket now , enough to buy the materials , hell , even buy the labour if she so wished . paying for someone to do it for her just felt - wrong , like it would aid those rumors that swirled around her , the ones that called her a fake .

so perhaps she can't help the way her blue eyes are fixated on his hands , watching as he takes a look at one of her inventions . it's probably a bit scuffy , at least compared to the many things he had been able to make in the past , but the songstress sits beside him quietly , just nodding along to every word .

his words are polite , kind even , a reasurrance that altough he offered to help tweak her instruments that it didn't mean she had done a bad job . it was nice to hear someone be supportive , that someone seemed to look past this diva persona that others had granted her with . seraphine nods again , leaning in closer to take a look .

" true , but you're just so good at all of this . not sure i could ever make an invention that would live up to the things you make ." she replies , genuine , a smile formed on the corners of pink stained lips . there's a tilt to her head , blue orbs flicking up from the instrument to his face . " so i will take all of the help that you offer me ."

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

*grabs the mic* ok sit down i have stuff to say. (collection of brain farts below)

Clarifying beforehand that I am a Himejoshi first, person second, but I do find it really intriguing how most of the m/f league ships are more interesting than the slash ones. Which is a bit weird since, like most queer people, I tend to gravitate to. well. queer representation and subtext in media. Rakan/Xayah, Leblanc/Swain, Lucian/Senna, Ashe/Tryndamere, Garen/Katarina, Ahri/Yasuo, etc. have much more concise and compelling dynamics than half of the m/m ships in League.

And, of course, there’s commentary to be made. Het ships get to be explored better and more often than queer ones, so it’s not rocket science to see *why* they tend to have better dynamics. Buuut it still doesn't explain why most of the league yuri prevails over yaoi when it comes to intricacies and overall quality (taking for reference some like Neeko/Nidalee, Caitlyn/Vi, Diana/Leona, Kai'Sa/Taliyah, Scratch/Seraphine, Irelia/Liana, etc.). All the while, I can think of maybe 5 yaoi ships, at least a little canonically sourced, that have as many nuances, diversity, and conciseness.

Another point to be added is that even if the fandom gets more diverse with each passing year, a huge part of the player base is still toxic incels, to whom is inconceivable to see queer men in media because it threatens their pre-conceived notions of masculinity and what a relationship should even look like. So it becomes uncomfortable to see gay dudes in the silly video game!

Wlw relationships get to be better explored in lore because 1) it’s possible to at the same time drive a queer narrative and, with minor adjustments, turn it palpable to that same toxic player base’s consumption through fetishization, and 2) i feel like there’s a higher suspense of disbelief in society as a whole to disregard sapphic relationships as sisterly or platonic love (see the discourse that often surrounds the lesbian ships mentioned above).

And this is in no way meant to say “wlw have it better”, bad/silent representation is just as bad or arguably worse than nothing. It's just interesting to try to reason as to why League is less afraid of developing good and concise sapphic relationships while resorting to bland shit with achillean ones.

*het was used generally, i knooooow m/f ships can also be queer

*this is mostly if not entirely just my personal opinion masqueraded as food for thought

*feel free to reblog with your thoughts! just be polite please

[mortuary-reads]

“I, Miquella, beseech thee; become our muse. Make Motherly in my Age of Compassion.”

Embraced in Purpose

18+ MDNI

Slight Female OC x Leda, Female OC x Miquella x Radahn

Summary~ Seraphin is just as loving and loyal as she was the day she met Kindly Miquella. Now the God of the Age of Compassion is eager to ask an enormous favor of her.

Warning~ Cult-like behavior, sex implied, pregnancy mentioned, F/M/M, sibling incest

Word Count~ 2,979

Author's Note~ Just a heads up, this is a dialogue heavy fic with a lot of sitting, lol. If you haven’t already, please check out Embraced in Light here or on Ao3 before reading this one so you can get an idea of what’s going on... Or don’t, I can’t stop you, haha.

A quick shout out to @unusualindigo , whose fic had me contemplating about what life would be like after Miquella's ascension. And to @empyreau , whose posts opened me up more into thinking about Miquella more intimately. Unknown to both of you, you've played a small part in this whole piece. For that, I thank you.✨️

Header found here

Dividers made by~ @sweetmelodygraphics

Miquella's success in becoming a God came as no surprise to Seraphin. After months of trudging alongside Leda in the Land of Shadow, and being of aid to other followers like herself, they were all granted sanctuary where the Erdtree used to stand. As the ashes of the old tree faded into nutrients for the soil, The Lands Between, and even Caelid regained some of its formal color and life. A beautiful castle of white stone and gold had been erected in its place, even more grand than anything she'd ever seen.

Inside this new castle was a paradise of gleaming luxury and flora. Vines snaked their way lovingly around the entirety of the inside columns and walls. Statues of Miquella’s family were constructed around the castle to look after their new home. Rooms were adorned in silk and gold and marble; but nothing was more beautiful than the central garden.

Four arches from north, east, south, and west opened up to golden paths that led to a three layer stone fountain that stood in the middle of the circular room. At the very top was a sculpture of Miquella and his sister, Malenia. The sculpted Miquella stood tall, his cupped hands overflowing with crystal clear water. The water fell directly onto the carved helmet on Malenias’ head who was under him facing the entrance of the garden on one knee, her katana out to the side, always there to protect her brother.

The tall decorated glass dome above provided the most beautiful light as rainbows were cast down on the curated forest below. Butterflies of all different colors, and sweet prancing fawn were the garden’s citizens. Any who entered were happily greeted by both.

Seraphin’s giggle echoed throughout the garden as she shooed a very insistent butterfly away from Leda's face. They both sat at the base of the fountain, Leda with one knee drawn up and back against the rounded stone, and Seraphin sitting sideways, close to her rested thigh.

"Your hair, the way it frames your face is divine.."

Seraphin blushed as Leda took a long cyprus lock into her calloused hands and rubbed it gently with her thumb. “Divine?”

“Yes, quite. And I smell a hint of… pomegranate emanating from you, no?”

“‘Tis. I’m happy you noticed.” She'd worn it specifically for this meeting.

“It’s always a blessing to witness thy beauty enhanced.” 

Leda gently dropped Seraphin's hair on her shoulder and grabbed her hand, "I remember how sweet your face looked when I first came upon you at the Gravesite Plain; dirty, yet calm and strong. As jealous and untrusting as I was, your enthusiasm and dedication eased my mind. You proved yourself more worthy than any of the other livestock I'd collected." She raised Seraphins’ hand to her mouth and delicately kissed her wrist, her lips ever so slightly sticking to her skin. Seraphin shuddered, a strong chill branching throughout her body from the growing knot in her lower abdomen. She hadn't felt this way in such a long time; not since she first met Sorcerer Rogier at the Round Table Hold many, many moons ago.

"You shouldn't speak so harshly of others. We all helped in Lord Miquella's ascension, shouldn't that matter?"

Leda breathed deeply of her skin and exhaled slowly. "You are right. I take too much comfort in our time together. Forgive me."

Seraphin traced her finger along Leda's cheek, softer now that she wasn't always fighting. They're growing movement closer to each other was mutual, their lips pouted, ready to plant them together....

"Seraphin?" A light, raspy voice as gentle as the rustle of leaves came in the distance.

The girls smiled at each other, disappointed, but slightly amused at their situation. They knew exactly who the voice belonged to. Miquella's godly glow appeared before his body did, the soft golden light penetrating through the trees. "There you are." 

Miquella seemed to float over to where they sat and smiled warmly at them. Both girls shifted to their knees and bowed their heads.

“Your presence graces us immensely, Lord Miquella.” Leda said.

The Gods’ smile grew. “I am warmed by your words. You may rise.”

Leda jumped up by herself, and reached her hand out to Seraphin, who took it gently and rose to her feet, nodding her head slightly as thanks.

 Miquella looked at the blue haired girl, "Seraphin, I must speak with thee." 

“Of course.” She flattened the torso of her sage green and gold gown.

He turned around without another word and walked down the path he came. She immediately followed, turning her head back once to see a lone Leda smiling sadly after them.

“Walk beside me.” He gestured to his right. Seraphin followed his hand and stayed at his pace. She could never stop herself from looking up at the extravagance of the halls any time she made her way through the castle.

“The garden is radiant.” He said, still looking ahead.

“Oh, yes! I am most grateful for your appointing me with the others to tend to it.”

“A wonderful job I knew you’d be trusted with.”

Seraphin beamed with pride from his compliment.

As they walked together, the large, red-haired Radahn rounded a corner. Seraphin made brief eye contact with him before sheepishly putting her head down. She stayed back a couple of steps as the two husbands stopped in front of each other. 

“My Love.” Miquella called joyfully. 

Radahn took the pale Gods’ hand and kissed it, with no emotion on his face. “The final wall at the end of the city has been finished. We’ve decided to place three cannons on the back entrance.”

“Wonderful news. You must take this to Leda.”

“I was on my way to find her.”

“She was just in the garden. I took my sweet Seraphin from her.” The blonde giggled.

At the mention of her name, Seraphin looked up and blushed.

Radahn eyed her intensely before speaking again. “Then I shall make this quick and get back to you as soon as I can.”

“I thank thee.”

He kissed Miquellas’ hand again and swiftly made his way past the two and through an archway they had just come from.

“Come.” Miquella said, walking again. 

Seraphin came to his side, now with slight unease. Lord Radahn was never talked about, but widely avoided in silent agreement among the followers in the palace. He brought about an air of negativity that Kindly Miquella said would pass with time, and that it was important to give him the grace to improve as his consort. That didn’t stop her from shuddering every time she saw the red haired brute. She didn’t like one so harsh near her beloved God, but wouldn’t dare think much further on the matter.

Seraphin grew worried at Miquella’s silence as they moved through the castle. “My Lord, where are we going?” She found the courage to ask. 

“My favorite place. Not to worry, we’re almost there.” He tittered. They turned a sharp corner, and down the short hallway stood grand dark wooden doors with a tree etched into the middle of them “Ah, here!”

She stared in awe as they walked up to them. Miquella raised his hand and with no sound at all, the doors opened on their own. Seraphin’s mouth fell open as they entered. It was a large open room with creme walls and white pillars. The space opposite them where there should've been a wall was completely open; a balcony overlooking the newly built city. To the right, a giant sheer canopy hung above a vast white, circular bed adorned with many pillows and cushions.. 

Seraphins’ face grew bright red as the realization of where she was hit her. 

Miquella looked at her and chuckled, “Isn’t it marvelous?” Miquella chuckled, taking her hand and walking her over to the bed.

“Oh, yes. I can see why you adore it so.” She said in awe, dazedly following her Lord.

Seraphin knelt on the floor at Miquellas’ feet, memories of their first meeting swirling in her mind. He ran his fingers through her hair, sending tingles throughout her body. Gazing up at his glowing form made her drunk with love almost instantaneously, leaving her body and eyelids feeling heavy.

“I…feel like I haven’t thanked you enough for everything.”

Before Miquella could respond, the doors to the bed-chamber opened. Both figures looked to see Radahn walking in slowly. He looked unnatural, not used to moving in such short strides. After eyeing the blue haired girl over he looked at Miquella.

“Not yet.” was all Miquella said. Radahn grunted and led himself to one of the giant pillars to lean on

“What’s going on?” Seraphin asked in a low voice, unease starting to ripple in her gut again.

“I am tremendously happy,” Miquella began, “with how you have grown. Your unwavering loyalty to me has not only strengthened the love of my followers, but us as well.” He gave a quick smile to Radahn then back to the girl. 

She was confused, but remained silent.

Sensing her skepticism, the God continued, “Yes, it’s true. You are precious among these walls. As my husband roams from time to time, he hears voices of happiness that whisper your name. You have become a paragon of my divinity, and I cannot thank you enough for that.”

“P-paragon…” Seraphin felt dizzy. Not me…

“You may not draw swords, or claim blood on the battlefield for my cause, but your heart and eagerness have just as much power”

She felt an intense tugging at her core, that deep yearning she felt anytime Miquella was around her. She craved his praise, her soul lapping up every bit of affection like a dog.

“Your eyes,” he hummed, gently cupping his hand under her chin and lifting her head higher, “have always left me mesmerized.”

Seraphin was surprised at this as a shadow of sadness overtook her longing. “Is that… why you’ve never offered to fix them?” The words left Seraphins’ mouth before she could even think. She immediately regretted asking after seeing his frown.

“I will not lie to you. Indeed, what you have suffered has gifted you with traits I find pleasing. The darkness your left eye holds is a precious reminder of what brought you to me. To me.” His last words sounded almost… possessive? Miquella lowered his hand.

Her stomach turned. “Lady Leda told me your mark upon her eyes has left her with the brightest hope and mind. Her eyes are beautiful! Will I never earn such a gift?” 

“No.” Miquella said. “Leda’s hardened heart needed to be mended. For you, there is nothing to mend. ”

“I am flattered by your convictions.” Her face was rosy red and hot at the God’s flow of praise.

He smiled wide. “With that settled, I would like to talk to you about why I’ve brought you here.”

Radahn shifted in his position causing the blue haired girl’s body to flinch. Seraphin noticed a look of worry in Miquella’s face. “For many days and nights Radahn and I have been thinking about our future. We have made this new age bloom, but there is still something we cannot achieve on our own.”

“And… I can be of service?”

Miquella placed his soft hands on hers like he did so many moons ago, “Seraphin, I have something exceptionally important to ask of thee.”

She swallowed hard, anticipation building in her chest.

“I ask that you be the surrogate of our intended children.”

Her eyes widened. She felt her heart jolt, body cold from the shock. The room was filled with a thick silence as she let the heavy question fall on her brain. Neither three made a sound as Seraphin pondered. 

A surrogate…? A mother? To carry the life of a demi-god, I- I have never thought of Motherhood before…

 “H-how could I fulfill this role-?” Her lips trembled.

Miquella’s grip on Seraphins’ hands gently tightened. “Lay with us.” He said softly, passion spilling into his words.

“Us?” Oh, dear.

As if on cue, Radahn made his way to the opposite side of the bed and stared down at the girl. She glanced at the red-haired brute and placed her gaze back on Miquella. A moment of fear flashed across her mind as she thought about what that could actually mean.

“My Lord,” Seraphin took a deep breath, anxiety flowing in her veins, “I desire nothing more than to serve you… to please you with all of me.” Her body shook noticeably more than she wanted. “ You have made me whole with love and purpose, aiding in something greater than I. Not once have I thought to see thee in such a mortal way. It seems almost impious.” She lowered her head, flustered.

Miquella swept his hand across her cheek. “And that is why I have chosen thee. I need a kind and nurturing bearer to my offspring. No Outer Gods will curse our children. No demi-god will have to suffer as I and my siblings have suffered.

Never did Seraphin think she would see such need in a God’s face. It intrigued her just as much as it frightened her. 

He raised her hands and held them, gently squeezing her fingers.

“I, Miquella, beseech thee; become our muse. Make Motherly in my Age of Compassion.”

Seraphin felt as if she would burst with emotion. The deity she worshipped for so long was now asking to Know her. 

Would I truly even make a good mother? Good enough for my Lord? As a God, he would surely know his worshipper just as his own skin.

It felt wrong, but she knew just as the day she’d met Miquella, that by casting away her doubts and embracing her role, she could serve him in an even finer way, and be rewarded well. 

She stared deep into his golden eyes and said slowly, 

“I could never deny you. My body is in your service to use. My affection for you will bear only the most loving of children, Kindly Miquella.”

Miquella lifted his legs and slid his way to the top of the bed. He leaned back on the numerous silken pillows, arms outstretched to her. “Come, Seraphin, let us create together!”

His laughter echoed like bells throughout the vast room.

N-now? The same knot she felt with Leda grew once more in Seraphins’ stomach. I feel I may lose myself if this feeling gets any stronger…

The blue haired girl climbed onto the bed and crawled to Miquella. She hesitated as she observed his form.

“Do not be afraid.” He said, “In these chambers we are equals.”

She nodded, moving to his side, placing her hands on the bed on either side of him. Her face was now mere inches away from the glowing man before her. His breath felt like warm rays of sun, and smelled of lilies.

“Then my Lord, if I may be so bold…as to…” Her head seemed to move on its own as she placed a tender kiss on his lips. She felt his hands hold her cheeks as he deepened the kiss. There was a rustling sound behind her, but she didn’t care, the only thing on her mind was the beautiful God before her pushing his tongue into her mouth. Miquellas’ hands moved from her cheeks to her shoulders, his fingers playing with the teardrop pearls that hung from the fabric of her dress.

“Undress thyself.” He whispered.

Without a second thought, Seraphin pulled her garments over her head and tossed them on the ground. She turned back to see Miquella himself stripping the white gown from his body. He was slender, but muscular. With the slight curve in his waist, he had both a masculine and feminine figure that she found to be irresistible.

By all the Gods, how did I end up here…?

He leaned back again, this time taking Seraphins’ hand and leading her to him faster. His skin was just as soft as the silk beneath them, smooth and flawless. Her cyprus hair fell around them as they embraced in another kiss.

Something hard and warm pressed itself into her back, and she gasped. The rugged outline of a naked chest became clear to Seraphin as she heard heavy breathing behind her. She pulled away from Miquella and watched as he gazed endearingly above her head.

“I was hoping you would join us soon.” He chuckled, lifting his body up to greet his husband. “We’ll show her how loved she can be. Let us have our children, my Red Lion, and we will set our mark eternally upon these lands.”

Seraphin was wedged in between them, their skin warming her up like a fire. As Miquella embraced Radahn, she was brought closer to his neck. She laid gentle kisses on his throat, his mane of curls tickling her nose. He came back down, playfully pulling Seraphin with him. They giggled through a passionate kiss, hands caressing each others’ bodies. She moaned into his mouth as the man behind her placed his hands on her hips, bending down so that his mouth was level with her ear. The smell of spiced honey and musk penetrated her nostrils as long red hair tickled her back.

“Miquella commands me, for I owe my life to him.” Radahn's deep voice rang. “And I shall worship you as Mother, for your gift to us is greater than ours to thee.”

His words in addition to his roaming hands caused another moan to escape her lips. They were a tangle of limbs; moans of lust and excitement filled the bedchamber as the sky turned from pink to black, the brilliant stars picking up what the sun had started; there to illuminate their fruitful consummation with the devotion and love of a follower to her God.

Thank you so much for reading! <3

I don't know if I will yet, but if this gets enough love, I'm thinking of drawing out their love-making scene in detail into a whole other fic. What do y'all think?

[viscerawrites]

lessons in letting go ; a casual introduction

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lessons in letting go is an erotic fantasy series-in-progress featuring an F/M, D/S dynamic between 2 people who have Absolutely No Clue what they're doing. Also they're kinda in the middle of a Big Ordeal.

Set in the fantasy world of Navaa, this wip centers on the dynamic between Dallon Saint Ichmere - the bastard son of Lord Ames Ichmere - and Syselli - a former child soldier turned right-hand-woman of the Mercenary Prince himself.

When Dallon accompanies his noble family on a trip to the Queen and King Ironheart's palace - where they intend to discuss strategy against the Ironhearts' opposition and obtain healing for his father's injured, ill wife - he doesn't expect to be singled out by the Queen's hired mercenaries; all led by the Mercenary Prince himself, Katalan.

Considering his inability to enjoy any of the mercenaries' company, he definitely doesn't expect to find himself submitting to the whims of Katalan's right hand herself - or to enjoy it as much as he does.

Now tangled in a deeply unusual and taboo arrangement, Dallon and Syselli find themselves growing steadily more attuned to each other. Even caring for each other.

They don't really know what to do with this development.

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other characters include:

Dallon's father, Lord Ames Ichmere, and his wife, Lady Seraphine Ichmere.

Dallon's elder half-sister and closest friend, Amory Ichmere.

The Queen and King Halimena & Ymres Ironheart, and their son - Amory's fiancé, Prince Roshann Ironheart.

The Mercenary Prince, Katalan Harkenios.

Carnivale de la Monsette, Katalan's favored lover.

A variety of mercenaries, such as Two, Jagg Lystre, Vrys Elle-Reitny, Beaux LoWells, Patrice Kossal, and more!

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links coming soon >:]

[narukouzumakinamikaze]

Hi! Just finished watching blood of Zeus and I agree with everything you said but ESPECIALLY about Heron!! He had the potential to be such a cool character with a lot of depth and nuance but they kept dropping the mother effing ball!!

He really did..

Instead of keeping him on Olympus he should have left and went back and his earth and his character could m have been about what to do next. He has no family. He has no home. And with Zeus dead there’s no order so there’s more chaos on earth. Does he become a hero? Does he want to become a hero? or does he let his bitterness at how he was treated fester.

With the gods, they could have continued pushing a power vacuum. Because they’re so busy deciding who’s going to be the next ruler, it’s affecting the earth and the people on it. Gaia’s whole thing could have been she’s tired of all the fighting over power because of said vacuum and she’s the one who took the stone and set up the trials for each god

(and not that they all need to forgive, because there’s no basis on who’s being forgiving.. are they forgiving Zeus? Are they forgiving Hera? Are they forcing each other)

Have it be that Hades cannot do it because of the agreement they had when he, Poseidon and Zeus chose which realm they would rule over. And so he sends Seraphim so that Seraphin can help him get rid of anything standing in the way of he and Persephone.

Seraphim could agree to hades terms because of the type of God Hades is meant to be. At Zeus trial have Seraphim be there and if Zeus wants to make it up, he would take seraphim’s place, and seraphim can be free to go back to the world. If you want to give him a love interest, then it should not have been an old one, but instead it should have been one in that season to show Seraphim love and to understand why Hades is doing what he’s doing.

Theres just so much more they could have done with the premise they had, and they did nothing with it.

[readingdaydreams]

I know you might just read romance but do you have any mystery or thriller recs that also have romance? 👻

I have a few! Most are in my tbr list but one that I absolutely love that I feel like you’d be super into is the One of Us is Lying series by Karen M. McManus! (It’s also a series on peacock if I’m remembering correctly) oh! And it has MAJOR Duncney/KB5 vibes 🤭

Also Haunting and Hunting Adeline by H. D. Carlton. 100% a romantic thriller/suspense. But please check the trigger warnings beforehand!

☁️

Here are some on my tbr that claim have some myster/thriller/suspense vibes too (Make sure to check the trigger warnings for just about all of these):

A Good Girls Guide to Murder Series by Holly Jackson

Better Run by Alina May

Kingdom of the Wicked Series by Kerri Maniscalco (pretty sure it revolves around a murder)

Little Stranger by Leigh Rivers

Nothing Above by A. Marie

Taming Seraphine by Gigi Styx

That Sik Luv by Jescie Hall

The Dark Verse Series by RuNyx

The Ritual by Shantel Tessier (it’s more of a romantic suspense but I feel like that counts lmao)

The Sacrifice by Shantel Tessier

The Sinners Series by Somme Sketcher

The Twisted Series by Ana Huang

Where’s Molly by H. D. Carlton (100% read Haunting and Hunting Adeline first though!)

[acotarads]

⧼ ·  hey,  ávidos  desenvolvedores  de  personagem,  como  vão  ?   vim  aqui  humildemente  pedir  por  dois  plots  1x1  que  se  passam  no  mesmo  universo:  a  cidade  fictícia  de  𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔢'𝔰  𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱.  aqui  seguem  algumas  informações  para  complementar  as  ideias  do  plot,  então  quem  se  interessar,  pode  ficar  a  vontade  para  ler  !!  

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PLOT    #1     ━━  ft. vampiros da crimson dawn !!

nas vielas sombrias e encantadas de selene's rest, onde a lua prateada lançava seu brilho etéreo sobre pedras antigas e musgo encantado, um evento fatídico estava prestes a mudar o destino de muitos. em uma noite marcada por brumas espessas e o sussurro do vento, muse #1, filha de um dos temidos líderes dos vigilantes de ébano, sofreu um acidente terrível. ela estava a beira da morte, seu corpo ferido e fragilizado após uma queda dramática durante uma perseguição. o destino parecia selado, e as esperanças de sua recuperação eram tão tênues quanto a luz de uma vela em uma tempestade. mas o destino tinha outros planos.

muse #2, um vampiro ancestral do clã crimson dawn, vagava pela cidade com sua aura de mistério e uma sensação quase palpável de inquietude. em meio às sombras, seu instinto o guiou até o local do acidente. ao encontrar muse #1 à beira da morte, uma força interna e irresistível se apoderou dele. sem saber quem ela era, e movido por um impulso inesperado e um desejo quase desesperado de salvar aquela alma em sofrimento, muse #2 tomou uma decisão drástica. ele a transformou em uma vampira, dando-lhe uma nova vida além da morte que se aproximava. o ato foi marcado por uma mistura de dor e êxtase, um vínculo criado em um momento de desespero e compaixão. a transformação, enquanto salvava muse #1 da morte, também selava seu destino em um novo e complexo caminho [...] .

PLOT    #2     ━━  ft. bruxo da covil das sombras sussurrantes & bruxa do círculo da lua crescente !!

muse #3, membro do temido covil das sombras sussurrantes, e muse #4, do venerado círculo da lua crescente, são forçados a unir forças em uma missão que pode definir o destino da cidade e, talvez, do mundo. muse #3, conhecido por sua maestria na magia de sangue e das sombras, é uma figura envolta em mistério e temor. sua habilidade em manipular o sangue e as trevas para conjurar feitiçarias poderosas faz dele um aliado temido e, ao mesmo tempo, um adversário perigoso. sua presença é marcada por uma aura de melancolia e poder sombrio, e ele é conhecido por sua aversão à companhia alheia. o isolamento de muse #3, é um reflexo de sua natureza e das práticas ocultas que ele domina, tornando-o um enigma para aqueles que se encontram à sua volta. muse #4, por outro lado, é uma bruxa luminosa e cheia de vida, cuja magia está profundamente ligada às fases da lua e à energia da natureza. ela é uma devota do círculo da lua crescente, uma ordem que cultiva a luz e a harmonia, e sua magia reflete um equilíbrio entre o místico e o natural. seraphine tem um respeito profundo pela sabedoria antiga e um desejo sincero de proteger e preservar a cidade e seus habitantes. no entanto, seu fascínio por kael é palpável; a escuridão que ele carrega exerce sobre ela uma curiosidade irresistível, misturada com um medo primordial.

o enredo começa quando sinais de que a sombra devastadora está prestes a emergir começam a se manifestar, perturbando a já delicada paz de selene's rest. ambos os covens percebem que a ameaça que se aproxima é além de qualquer coisa que eles já enfrentaram. a necessidade de unir forças torna-se imperativa, e, contra todas as expectativas e preconceitos, muse #3 e muse #4 são convocados para investigar mais profundamente o que a sombra devastadora realmente é e como ela pode ser detida. a dinâmica entre muse #3 e muse #4 é uma mistura de tensão e atração. muse #4, apesar de sua aversão ao lado sombrio de muse #3, não pode deixar de sentir um fascínio pelo poder e pela complexidade que ele representa. sua própria magia, que floresce sob a luz da lua, contrasta com a escuridão que muse #3 manipula, criando uma interação intrigante e carregada de conflitos internos. muse #3, por sua vez, vê muse #4 como uma intrusa em seu mundo de sombras, uma presença que desafia sua solidão e que ele resiste a aceitar, apesar de seu próprio desejo inconsciente de conexão [...] .

algumas observações . . .

tenho preferência pelos muses 1 e 4, mas sou flexível quanto a escolha dos personagens.

para quem tiver interesse, basta me chamar pela dm ou pelo discord, yeagvrist_

[burnxngslash]

action prompts / closed / @crimsontwins

"crown of nightshade. - sender consumes a poisoned drink meant for the receiver. " Sera for Sinbad

It was a grand day for Sindria as they’ve finally made their mark within Fontaine this time around. Of course Sinbad invited his beloved to take part of their celebration and maybe they’d have a private celebration between the two of them later as well, the night will be young after all so he’ll see if luck was on his side. 

“Oi Monssieur Sinbad.” A woman would say, quite the looker if he was honest. However, not in the least bit interested but he remained polite and listen to what she had to say. “Congratulations on this momentous occasion, I truly hope you’d be a grand help to us in the near future.” The woman spoke out before handing Sinbad a drink.

OH, this was his favorite wine from the land as well. THIS WILL DEFINITELY BE QUITE A TREAT, as it was extremely hard to come by and for him to have gotten this was extremely great and fortuitous. But his beloved had quickly stolen the drink from his fingers and began to ingest it herself to Sinbad’s dismay. “Heeey, that was for m-” His sentence broken as he was not prepared for what’s to come now.

Almost instantly began to cough until finally falling but he was quick to catch her in his arms. Eyes displayed nothing but concern for her. “Sera…Seraphin-.” Then Sinbad turned towards the glass that had fallen..that drink..poison..Quickly he turned towards the guests who were all in shocked but he could NOT see the woman that delivered the drink to him..se had long since gone. “That woman..” Sinbad utters under his breath..but she was not important now.

What was important was ensuring that Sera would be alright.” Sinbad picked her up and quickly ran towards the back room in order to heal her.

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

WBW + Elys?

B A S I C S

full name: Elisabeth Seraphine Herondale

gender: Cis Female

sexuality: Bisexual

pronouns: She/her

O T H E R S

family: Celine Montclaire [mother]; Stephen Herondale [father]; Valentine Morgenstern []; Jackson Milligan [adoptive father]; Jace Herondale [twin brother]; Jack Herondale [son] + all the Herondale family tree

birthplace: Idris

job: Shadowhunter

phobias: Valentine and Sebastian; something happening to Jack (more generally her loved ones, but Jack is for sure number one)

guilty pleasures: Sitcoms and romcoms; general nerd stuff (sometimes she's worse than Simon lmao)

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: Chaotic Good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close minded/open-minded

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unemphatic

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Elys x Ariadne Elys x Marceline

ot3: TBD

brotp: Elys & Jack; Elys & Alec; Elys & Jace; Elys & Lydia & Brian; Elys & Jackson

notp: Elys x Sebastian

[shivasdarknight]

you want a better story. who wouldn't? {ffxiv, one sided wolysayle yearning}

Chapter 1: I never liked that ending either

&

Chapter 2: So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts

❆fandom: final fantasy xiv, ffxiv

❆characters: Ysayle Dangoulain, named Warriors of Light (Gwendoline, Seraphin, Teodore), elezen OC (Melisande), Hydaelyn

❆relationship: minor wol/wol, past oc/laniaitte, past ysayle/heustienne, heavily referenced wolysayle and ysayle/venat

❆dynamic: gen, implied f/f and m/m

❆rating: m

❆key tags: fix it fic, Ysayle Lives AU, recovery fic, POV Swap (Melisande > Ysayle), flashbacks, character study, Ysayle's mine now so I get to decide how she develops from here on out, Spoilers for late Heavensward and Stormblood

❆content warnings: cursing, implied character death, canon typical existentialism, irreality, grieving, character death, blood and gore typical of injuries, needles, family deaths, fire and related injuries, homophobic Ishgard as a setting

❆chapters: 2/? {ongoing}

❆words: 27,108 {chapter 1: 14,966. chapter 2: 12,142}

❆series: Snow and Dirty Rain {Ysayle Lives AU}

In a hail of bullets, Ysayle Dangoulain fell and this is where it should have ended. The Garleans bring her down, the Warriors of Light continue on, and one in particular remains deeply traumatized for the remainder of the story.

But that's not what happened, and somehow: Lady Iceheart yet lives, thanks to the effort of a dedicated few. ...But is this the land of the living? Or is this just one elongated, cruel joke?

Fix it fic/Ysayle Lives AU that's part of my Snow and Dirty Rain au. Timeline goes over the end of 3.0 to 4.0, and is predominantly in Ysayle's POV (chapter 1 is Melisande, chapter 2 is how things will go). From her recovery, to her building a new life for herself - Ysayle's newfound freedom allows her to explore what's going on in Ala Mhigo while the Warriors of Light are in Doma. A few misadventures, a lot of sapphic yearning - all of this to lead into i had a dream about you.

{Read Here}

[dcyseekerr]

her.

[revenant-coining]

could i have 2nd and 1st person pronouns related to cuteness, boys, angels, and cupid/eros (the god of desire), and love?

themes in this order: cute, boys, angels, cupid/eros, love

1st Person: i/me/my/mine/myself

mi/mle/mly/mlem/mlemself

c(i)/cu/cute/cutine or cine/cuteself

b(i)/bo/boy/boyine ot bine/boyself

m(i)/ma/mas/masc or mine or masine/mas(c)self

v/vi/vir/vine or virine/virself

A/ae/an/ange/anself

An/ans/angel/angels/angelself

An/ge/ang/angel/angself

Ha/hal/halo/haline/haloself

se/seraph/seraphi/seraphim or seraphine/seraphi(m)self

Ha/har/harp/hine or harine/harpself

Di/div/divi/divine/divi(ne)self

Ha/have/haven/hine or havine/havenself

Sa/sai/sain/saint or saine/sain(t)self

c(I)/cu/cup/cupi or cupid or cine or cupine/cup(id)self

e/er/ero/eros or erosine or eine/eroself

de/desi/desir/desire or dine or desine/desir(e)self

he/hea/hear/heart/hear(t)self

L(i)/lo/lov/love or line or lovine/lov(e)self

Lo/ve/ly/love/loveself

Li/ve/lo/love/loveself

Lu/lo/lov/love/loveself

Si/ve/sick/love/loveself or sickself

Sick/ve/love/lover/loveself

Ve/lo/lover/lovers/loverself

Lo/ve/lov/lover/loveself

Ver/love/lover/lovers/loverself

💗/💗e/💗y/💗ine/💗yself

💕/💕e/💕y/💕ine/💕yself

💞/💞e/💞y/💞ine/💞yself

❤️/❤️e/❤️y/❤️ine/❤️yself

💖/💖e/💖y/💖ine/💖yself

2nd Person: you/you/your/yours/yourself

mlem/mlem/melmr/mlemrs/mlemrself

cute/cute/cuter/cuters/cuterself

boy/boy/boyr/boyrs/boyrself

masc/masc/mascr/mascrs/mascrself

vi/vi/vir/virs/virself

angel/angel/angeler/angelers/angelerself

halo/halo/halor/halors/halorself

seraphi/seraphi/seraphir/seraphirs/seraphirself

ha/ha/harp/harps/harpself

divine/divine/divir/divirs/divirself

haven/haven/haver/havers/haverself

saint/saint/sainter/sainters/sainterself

🕊️/🕊️/🕊️r/🕊️rs/🕊️rself

🌼/🌼/🌼r/🌼rs/🌼rself

cupid/cupid/cupidr/cupidrs/cupidrself

eros/eros/erosr/erosrs/erosrself

desire/desire/desir/desirs/desirself

heart/heart/hearter/hearters/hearterself

Lov(e)/lov(e)/lover/lovers/loverself

Love/love/lovestr/lovestrs/lovestr(uck)self

Lu/lu/love/loves/loveself

Lo/lo/love/loves/loveself

Lou/lou/love/loves/loveself

Lo/lo/lover/lovers/loverself

Love/love/lover/lovers/loverself

Lu/lu/love/lover/loveself

Lo/lo/love/lover/loveself

💗/💗/💗r/💗rs/💗rself

💕/💕/💕r/💕rs/💕rself

💞/💞/💞r/💞rs/💞rself

❤️/❤️/❤️r/❤️rs/❤️rself

💖/💖/💖r/💖rs/💖rself

@1stpp-2ndpp-list

[agonizedembrace]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER?

At this point I probably don't even need to say it because I keep it posted all over my blog but -- Akalynn.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I'm pointing at my old as dust demon cutely like... age doesn't exactly affect Eve as much. With that said I do not, and will not ship her with any muses underage.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

Hmm... I'm kinda shy in writing nsfw in general (despite Eve's character), so I generally try to read more things pretty early on. Generally once things begin getting pretty hands on and clothes are often discarded are when I call them nsfw.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

I would say I likely am. While I'll often write one off things in asks/etc I don't usually plot/reach out that often when it comes to shipping? I wouldn't say that I'm picky, per say -- or I hope I'm not too bad with it dsdhfdksjf.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Hmmm, in base/other general verses? Ahri definitely. I like shipping with Kai'sa in KDA/Music verse, but other than that I find Eve can generally be a difficult person to actually ship with. More often than not she doesn't care sadly, and you have to pique her interest for her to not simply m*rder you

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Kind of? Usually it just happens because we're already just talking about the ship in general. I can be open to the idea, but I might find it difficult at times to match the energy? Again Eve can be hard to develop in that angle.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

I am looking back to the first question -- BUT other than them I do really enjoy Xayah/Rakan, Jinx/Lux, any of the KDA ships (sans Seraphine she's like.. a figurative daughter), and dash has made me fond to a lot of ships as well (looking at you qiqidray and kat/darius).

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

You grab me by the neck like a squeaky toy. A JOKE BUT -- I likely won't reach out first, even if I really vibe with things, due to being too shy and not wanting to pressure anyone else into it. So approach gently and kindly...? I guess dsfhdskj

tagged by: no one i stole it 😇 tagging: @kalijhomentethi @voidhunting @witchcraftandburialdirt and you! (because I don't know who hasn't been tagged yet)

[austincosplayswapmeet]

Table #1 (RESERVED)

✨genshin impact xiangling✨ It is homemade so it is not perfect but it is super cute and super well-made I love it unfortunately I am not into Genshin impact all that much anymore it comes with the dress her shorts her to arm sleeves the elbow guard her right upper wrist band her five and her wig and her a little sash the person who made it handmade everything we did get the 3-D props from someone else on Etsy and she painted them to make it look gold.

✨Deku jacket.✨I bought this on Amazon I think super comfy size M worn once for a causal cosplay to one of the my hero movies.

✨Bakugou jacket✨ my fiancé bought this on Amazon to match with me when we went to one of the my hero movies size M

✨Star Guardian Xayah Cosplay✨ Second Owner. Missing pieces, damaged a bit Size XS/S. Includes dress, cape, neck fur, wig, commissioned ears, gloves, diamond pieces. Doesn’t include the leggings or her props

✨KDA Bunny seraphine✨ size M/L comes with bunny outfit, tail, ears, choker, and her waist accessory

✨Voltron pidge helmet✨ it is handmade it lights up with different settings has a small battery pack.

✨Popstar Ahri✨ from league of legends Size S or a small M. It has been worn a few times at cons. Comes with shorts, sequin top, vest,top of jacket, and hat. I do have the wig it’s a bit tangled. Dokidoki brand. Doesn’t include the heart pendant.

✨Dollskill vampire cheerleader ✨costume size M brand new. A friend and I were going to wear them on Halloween but plans changed. It has been washed.

✨Grey Fullbuster✨ cosplay size M it has been worn many times. Comes with white top and purple jacket.

✨Mary Read White Rabbit✨ from Fate worn once to our local ren faire a few years ago. Size S/M comes with jacket, shorts, belt, hat, boot top pieces, and watch

✨Reverse Annie✨ S-L worn once in my room. Has buttons and Velcro. Definitely for someone short I am 5’ and it’s the the correct size.

✨KDA Ahri popstar Tail.✨ It’s bendable I have one worn it a couple times for photo shoots. It’s pretty big to be wary of shipping.

✨miss kobayashi's dragon maid Swimsuit✨ for Kanna size medium large

✨League of legends Café cutie Annie✨ cosplay size small it comes with the dress, white corset, her tights, her hair band bow, and her neck bow. she is missing her ears

✨Star Guardian Soraka✨ cosplay (partial) B:32in W:25in H:40in Handmade Includes: Choker, top, skirt(no stretch), ‘wings’, wig, stockings, gloves.

✨Anniversary Annie✨from league of legends includes:skirt, shirt, gloves, leg warmers and accessories.

✨Kuroko✨from kuroko no basket size XL I. Asian sizing never worn bought last year at an anime con.

✨D.va✨causal cosplay onesie worn once with shorts over it.

✨True Damage Qiyana✨jacket pretty comfy size S/M

✨Snow white✨shift from wrench it Ralf Ralf breaks the internet size S/M never worn bought for a meet up but didn’t end up going.

✨Misa✨from Death Note inspired top worn for a causal cosplay to Akon years ago but never worn again.

✨Ren Faire outfit✨ size S black top that has stretch to it and a purple skirt that’s long in the back and short in the front.

Wigs: Star Guardian Soraka (comes with cosplay) Star Guardian Xayah Pink medium length Kotori (lovelive) Nico (lovelive) Popstar Ahri (will be coming with cosplay) Long blonde/yellow

Props: Jason Todd crow bar Ahri tail KDA Akali props Viking shield Sasuke sword from Halloween store

Other: Dollskill size 8 knee high black combat boots Bakugou wallet Pokémon plush Ichimatsu hoppi Hand painted uchiha jacket Monster high skirt and top

Items may change between now and the event.

[lobster-tales]

Beat the Daylight

Sequel to Face the Noise, an Arcane Rock Band AU

Rating: M

Chapter 8: The First Round

Summary: Battle of the Bands Round One

CW: violence 

This work is available here on AO3. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

The first performance arrived in a blur. Ekko finalized the setlist, taking the suggestions and ideas of his bandmates. Ezreal was the most vocal, arguing they should go with a sound that would be easier on the crowd, vie for popularity. Caitlyn admitted it might be a good idea, just to play it safe for this first round, and Ekko begrudgingly agreed.

They finished the grueling tech rehearsal the day before, scheduled hours apart from Fissurefolk’s so the two bands wouldn’t cross paths. Then it was just up to a good night’s sleep: something that Vi couldn’t get.

The makeup artist made a solid attempt at hiding the bags under her eyes, though. Vi appreciated the artist, mostly because they recognized that she didn’t like wearing makeup and therefore only gave her features a light dusting of foundation, some soft eyeshadow. Vi was careful not to squirm too much.

Lux seemed much more patient and accustomed to the art. She asked questions between applications, ever curious, while staying still.

When the makeup artists were finished, they left Vi and Lux to wait for the performance. A live feed played over the dressing room TV, and the two watched as the crowd grew bigger.

In a quiet voice, Lux asked, “Are you nervous?”

“Yeah.” Vi hadn’t been onstage since the lingerie party. She was really fucking nervous.

“This is my first live show,” Lux admitted. “I mean, other than, like, recitals at school. But it’s my first time playing guitar in front of people. I never even played in front of my parents.”

“You think they’ll be watching?” Vi asked.

Lux shrugged. “Maybe. I know my brother will.”

“I’m sure he’s proud of you,” said Vi.

“I hope so.” Lux sighed. “I really don’t want to mess up, with all those people watching. I don’t want my parents to think they were right about this whole thing.”

The situation was so familiar that Vi felt a pain in her chest. She remembered how Powder would feel before performances, how it felt to comfort her. It hurt so much that Vi wanted to just walk away, let Lux figure out her own fears.

But she couldn’t. Because at the end of the day, this girl needed her. So she did something she hadn’t done before: she hugged Lux.

The glitter under Lux’s cheek twinkled as she gasped, surprised at the affection. But she returned the hug, as if afraid that Vi would realize herself and pull away.

Vi murmured, “If you mess up, just keep going. We got your back.”

Lux’s mouth hung open as Vi stepped back. “Th-thank you, Vi.” Her smile bloomed across her face as she just realized what transpired, and there were stars in her eyes. “Good luck out there.”

Vi returned the grin. “You too, kid.”

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Jinx wished more than anything that she could watch Progress Day’s performance live, but she knew it would never happen. Silco kept the members of Fissurefolk quarantined in the dressing room, since their performance was next. They watched the first round of the contest on a live feed.

There was an opening performance for the first round. Another band, local to Zaun. Their lead singer was a girl with green hair, pulled into short pigtails. The band’s name and logo was projected behind her: Zeri and the Sparks.

Jinx’s foot tapped anxiously. Not because of their own upcoming performance: if anything, she just wanted that to be over and done with. No, she was anxious to be near Lux, even if she was still a whole backstage away.

As the band wrapped up, Seraphine appeared, announcing Progress Day to the stage.

They looked… tame. Way more tame than Fissurefolk’s vibrant colors and dramatic makeup. Not just that, but Progress Day also had much more normal clothing. Ekko wore his usual puffy coat, Vi in her red jacket. Only Lux dressed up, in a white dress.

But the crowd loved them. Jayce lingered a moment in the spotlight. He waved, eliciting a loud cheer from his Hextech fans. A sharp look from Ekko told him to be cool, and he retreated to the drumset. Lux picked up her guitar, and Ekko mouthed a few words to her. Jinx read his lips, “You ready?”

Lux’s eyes flickered to the crowd, but she set her shoulders and nodded.

Vi began the sound, drawing a deep note on the bass. Jayce followed suit, sticks rolling on the cymbal, the noise crescendoing while Ezreal played a chord.

“Zaun!” Ekko called into the microphone. “Are you ready?”

A cheer rose from the crowd.

“Piltover! Are you ready?”

Another cry, louder this time.

The band went silent. Ekko leaned in, smirking, “Then let’s get started.”

Lux took a deep breath and began playing the hook, a string of notes that sent her fingers dancing along the fret. Jayce matched her tempo and joined in, Vi picking out a bass line, Ezreal sealing the deal with chords. She repeated the hook over and over, until the music evened out into the first verse. Ekko held the mic up as he sang,

I said the joker is a wanted man He makes his way all across the land See him sifting through the sand So I'll tell you all the story About the joker and the thief in the night

And she was back on that hook. Jinx didn’t even look at the rest of them, not even Vi. She was too focused on Lux’s fingers, one hand picking at the strings while the other danced against the fret. Jinx noticed the stickers on Lux’s white guitar, holographic ones of different cutesy animals. Lux’s eyebrows were knit in concentration. She didn’t have a spotlight on her, yet she glowed.

For the chorus, both Vi and Lux joined in as background vocals.

Can you see the joker flying over As she's standing in the field of clover? Watching out everyday I wonder what would happen if he took her away

Jinx wanted to pick her voice from the two, but they were evenly matched. If anything, Vi was just a little louder. Jinx hoped Lux would get a solo at some point.

Lux got every note perfect. Through the entire song. When she strummed the last note, she raised her fist skyward in victory. The crowd loved her. Jinx felt that itch of possessiveness crawl along her spine, but she fought it off. Lux wasn’t even hers.

They played their set well, but then again, the songs were all safe choices. In a few songs, Vi had solos, but Jinx noticed that Lux always stuck to the background vocals. Ezreal and Jayce were steady, but they never took risks. Compared to the chaos of Jinx’s drumming, Jayce was more of an anchor.

“Thank you!” Ekko called. Sweat gleamed on his face, a grin spread over his features. There was that ache again: Jinx couldn’t help herself. She missed him. Not because she was still in love with him, but because she missed the boy she had grown up with. And now, he was a man. Not just a man, but a star. “This is our last one, Piltover! Thanks for having us!”

Lux’s intro was more subdued for this one. Ekko sang,

When we talk, I'm never wrong And if we don't fight, it won't last long Might unplug my phone at night When you need me most, I'll miss that flight

Ekko stretched his fingers to the edge of the stage, brushing his hands against the fans’. From the camera’s angle, Jinx could see that other singer, Zeri, backstage, watching. Ekko very briefly glanced at her, and when he did, his composure slipped. Zeri’s wink was barely noticeable, but Jinx caught it. Again, that flare of jealousy, even though he wasn’t hers, even though she didn’t want him to be anymore. Ekko murmured into the mic,

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Then he refocused and shouted, “Hands!”, leading the crowd in a clap.

I'm on my way to you But I self-sabotage So I might drive my car And crash into your garage, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh To get away from you I'll self-sabotage If you like when we talk I'll dislocate my jaw, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh

The song crashed around them, the crowd clapped. The nerves began to creep up Jinx’s neck as she thought about performing in front of Lux. It wasn’t her first time doing so, apparently, but it was the first time that she knew Lux would be watching. The first time that it mattered.

The song ended as Ekko crooned,

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Finally.” Finn clicked his lighter shut, rising. “Showtime.”

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Caitlyn stood at Vi’s side, holding her hand. They were in the rafters, where they could see the performance from the side of the stage. Vi seemed even more nervous now than she did before playing the set. Her fingers nearly crushed Caitlyn’s, though she was oblivious to it.

Lux was beside her, the rest of Progress Day lined up like vultures waiting for the kill.

The lights dimmed. Bright neon flashed as shadows moved, taking their instruments. The eyes of Viktor’s mask began to glow. Sevika and Finn both strummed their guitars. But Jinx was nowhere to be seen.

There was a brief moment of silence, a reprieve from the noise. Then her voice echoed across the stadium.

Wanna join me?

Finn played a sharp, electric note.

Come and play.

Another riff, this time joined by Sevika.

But I might shoot you

Viktor’s synth added to the mix.

In your face

As she sang the rest of the intro, a platform rose up in the back of the stage, Jinx’s body illuminated as she ascended.

Bombs and bullets will do the trick

The next line she screamed out,

What we need, Undercity, is a little bit of PANIC!!

Jinx leapt from the platform. The crowd had erupted into noise, and she played to them well, singing the verse as she swaggered to center stage.

Do you ever wanna catch me? Right now, I'm feeling ignored! So can you try a little harder? I'm really getting bored!

The stage lit up in a dazzling array of neon colors. Finn, Sevika, and Viktor could be seen clearly now: both guitarists had heavily accented makeup, and Viktor’s mask had been upgraded since the product launch.

But Jinx was the star. While Progress Day’s lighting had accented every band member, Jinx was very clearly supposed to be the center of attention.

Let's blow this city to ashes And see what Pow-Pow thinks It's such pathetic neatness But not for long 'cause it'll get jinxed!

Caitlyn had watched one or two of Jinx’s performances in preparation, but nothing could prepare her for her sheer presence. She had only ever seen Powder perform live, when she was still uncertain and blooming, but this girl was confident in her chaos. How could such pure power be contained in such a twig thin form?

Fissurefolk played two more songs with Jinx singing lead. Then the focus shifted to Finn, who stepped forward. He snapped his fingers, almost lazily, to set the tempo for Viktor, then sang,

This goes out to the people gone mad Feels good so you know that it’s bad Feels good so you know that it’s bad

Jinx backed up his vocals on a rhythmic part.

Dumb dumb dada dumb, dumb that’s how we go!

This goes out to the choices that we had One time we can never go back Two times we can never go back Dumb dumb dada dumb, dumb that’s how we go!

Viktor dropped the beat into a dark and intense track, highlighted by Finn’s sharp riffs.

Finn was another powerhouse, though Caitlyn had underestimated him as well. Based on his recent lack of success, she was under the impression that perhaps he’d lost his energy. But clearly, it never abandoned him. All the musicians from today’s performance, even Vi, had a strong expression of concentration. But Finn didn’t even have to try. He played the way most people ate or slept, like it was a natural part of his rhythm.

Caitlyn was also impressed with Viktor. She had only seen him play at the product launch, and though she knew he was talented enough to get the audition, she never realized how truly gifted he was. He was an excellent DJ, flipping between tracks and styles on a whim, all while balancing the keys.

While Progress Day looked like a band, Fissurefolk looked like rockstars. And the crowd knew it better than anyone.

By the time the band finished, Vi’s hand wasn’t crushing hers anymore. As the players slipped offstage, the TV feed cut to commercial, and the techs began unplugging their instruments. The rest of Progress Day dispersed for a bathroom break, leaving Caitlyn and Vi alone in the rafters. Under her breath, Vi muttered, “I forgot how good she was.”

Caitlyn squeezed her fingers. “You were all good, too.”

“It’s not that, I meant-” Vi let out a soft sigh. “She used to be so afraid of the stage. Now it’s like she lives there.”

To be fair, she probably did. Caitlyn remembered how it had been when Jinx first hit the charts, how much she dominated the music culture of the metroplex. Girls dyeing their hair blue, her signature pink monkey graffitied on every overpass. And because of her popularity, Silco kept her in the spotlight. Constant performances, including the tour. Ekko’s rise to fame had been more gradual, but Jinx, in classic fashion, had dropped on everyone like a bomb.

“This might sound bad,” Vi murmured, “Or good or… I don’t know, but… I’m proud of her. For overcoming it. Even if it wasn’t what we hoped for, at least she did it.”

Caitlyn pulled her into an embrace, reassuring her with touch. “I’m glad, too.”

Seraphine’s voice came from the speakers, and the two girls separated to watch the final announcement.

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Jinx fidgeted in her chair, phone in her hands. Lux’s message was still on display:

Lux: Sure! I’m in the women’s dressing room rn if u want to come say hi! Everyone else wanted to watch from backstage.

That was good enough for her, but Sevika kept her watchful eye. Jinx tried scheming, thinking of a plan to escape.

“I gotta take a leak,” Jinx said suddenly, standing.

Sevika nodded towards a door inside the Fissurefolk dressing room. “Bathroom’s there.”

Shit. Jinx grit her teeth, trying to think of a different excuse. Until something very lightly bumped her shoe: Viktor’s cane.

He whispered under his breath, “Just pretend. I’ll cover you.”

Jinx didn’t know how he knew, but she was too grateful to speak. Instead, her hand clutched his fingers instinctively. Viktor was clearly not one for physical touch, but he knew that she was, so he allowed it.

She waited the appropriate amount of time in the bathroom, flushed, washed her hands. As soon as she opened the door, she caught Viktor rising, pretending to lose his balance, and crashing to the floor.

Margot and Sevika immediately went to him. “Whoah!” Sevika said. “Careful.” Even Finn was watching with concern.

Which gave Jinx the perfect opportunity to disappear.

She slipped through the shadows backstage, sneering at any of the techs who dared to even look at her. They all stayed out of her way, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

Seraphine’s voice announced, “And we’re back, folks, and don’t worry, the results are in!”

Jinx found the door: a star with a “W” etched into it. She took a deep breath, summoning her courage, then knocked.

“Come in!” Lux’s voice, real, not filtered through the crackle of a cell phone. She was still wearing her white dress and glittery makeup, the stage feed playing overhead on a television. But her eyes weren’t focused on the results: they were focused on Jinx.

So many times, Jinx had fantasized about this moment. Sweeping Lux into a bridal style carry, or kissing her passionately before tossing a rope out of the window and down the balcony. But now, with Lux real and in front of her, Jinx was reminded that Lux wasn’t her girlfriend, or some kidnapped princess, or a runaway bride. She was Lux, her friend.

And Jinx had no idea what to say.

So Lux spoke first, shyly. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Jinx realized she was hulking in front of the door like a franken-monster, and slid into a chair, straddling it. “You played good,” she said, nodding to the guitar.

“Thanks,” Lux said. “You did too. I mean, you sang good, didn’t play good. That is, I’m sure if you did play an instrument, you’d be good. You’re good at everything. Well, I don’t know if you’re good at everything, I haven’t seen you do everything, like I don’t know if you’re good at underwater basket weaving. But you’re good at everything I’ve seen you do, which is… singing.” She clapped a hand to her forehead, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, can I start over?”

Fuck, she was perfect. “Nope,” Jinx said with a sly smile. “You gotta live with it, Starlight.”

“Shut up,” Lux said affectionately.

Seraphine’s voice interrupted their conversation from the live feed. “And the winner of the first round is… Fissurefolk!”

Jinx didn’t even react, but Lux clapped. A quick, quiet clap.

“Congratulations,” Lux said to her, genuine but wistful. “You guys deserve it, you were all amazing.”

An idea bloomed in Jinx’s head, and she stood. “Why don’t we celebrate tonight?”

Lux lit up. “Really? What’d you have in mind?”

“Let’s go out.”

She giggled. “Like out to dinner?”

“Sure,” said Jinx. With every word, she drifted closer to Lux. “And I can take you to the club afterwards. We’re both rockstars now, we should party like it.” On impulse, she took Lux’s hand in her own. “What do you think?”

Lux clearly wanted to say yes. But her lips couldn’t form the word. Her face fell, and she murmured, “I… I can’t, Jinx. Not tonight. Ez and I…”

Jinx didn’t need to hear more. “It’s cool,” she said, pulling away, concealing how devastated she felt. “Next time.”

“Next time,” Lux said, though Jinx couldn’t tell if it was a promise or a hypothetical.

The door creaked open, followed by a voice. “Hey Lux, we’re heading out-”

And there she was. Violet. More than a little surprised to see her. “... Powder? What… what are you doing here?”

Lux repeated the word, dumbfounded. “Powder?” So Vi hadn’t told her.

Jinx panicked. She just shoved past Vi, refusing to answer her.

“Powder, wait!” Vi’s strong hand on her arm. The touch brought back memories, that last night they saw each other, their brawl in the living room.

Jinx tore away from her. “It’s not Powder!” she hissed, slamming the dressing room door and taking off.

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Vi followed that flash of blue hair, sprinting past confused backstage technicians. “Powder, wait!”

But something entered her path. Or rather, someone.

Sevika’s poncho draped off her broad shoulders like a wall, her smirk snarling down at Vi.

Rage welled up in Vi, and she growled, “Out of my way, traitor.”

“Sorry kid, she’s got a new family now.” Sevika put a hand on her hip, cocky. “By the way, cute picture. Didn’t peg you as an influencer.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Your band’s little social media page. Margot showed us.” Sevika leaned forward, muttering, “Not enough to get you that win. Better luck next time, baby Vander.”

Vi’s fists moved on their own, shoving against Sevika’s solid frame. She ignored the gasps of those around them, pulling her arm back to let loose.

“Violet!” Caitlyn’s voice brought her back from the edge. Vi became aware of all those eyes watching, and the handful of phone cameras.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and stormed off towards the rest of the band, who waited just offstage. Vi went straight to Ezreal, careful to get him in the shadows before she seized him by the front of his shirt, hissing, “What the FUCK, Ezreal. I told you not to get pictures of me!”

He scoffed, though his eyes were wide with fear. “I-I’m sorry, man, I thought it would help us-”

“Well, it didn’t!” She left it at that, pushing him away. As she made for the door, she barely heard Lux ask Caitlyn, “Who’s Powder?”

Caitlyn sighed. “It’s a long story. Come on, let’s go home.”