#🐦‍⬛ stories

[lesbonym]

Hiiiii remember me?

It’s that annoying 🐦‍⬛ girl who threatens to fight everyone and who Nym totally hasn’t been dming for months so I haven’t really done any anon stuff since

Uhhhhh

Storytime :3

I etched the runes into the stone tablet as meticulously as I could. The tablet was still mossy from picking it up from the forest floor. The glyphs were shakey and jagged, far more than any self respecting summoner would allow, it would be almost insulting to summon through runes like these. I was naive, though, and tried anyway. I set the tome to the side, still shuttering as I felt it somehow staring at me, and set the stone tablet in the center of the pentagram I’d haphazardly drawn on the floor with hopes to be able to wipe away any evidence of the deal I had made.

I picked the tome back up, flipping through the pages in an attempt to find the correct incantation to summon the one I needed. I stood in my little salt circle that I could only hope worked and read the incantation aloud. My voice echoed around the room, a meek attempt to be heard by something more important my I.

“Khra Netra Yn Ne Lohk”

My voice died out, the echo receeding back into the walls. The tome fell from my hands, dropped from disappointment and accidentally disrupting the salt circle. It didn’t matter though, the summoning had failed.

I turned towards my bed and told myself I’d clean the remnants of my failure up tomorrow. As my head in the pillow, the crudely drawn pentagram began glowing purple. I shot back up, wiping my eyes to try and see clearer before noticing that it was the pentagram that was glowing, not just a strange light from my window. I sat for another few seconds in a delighted panic, trying to figure out what to do, before finally getting my body to move back to what remained of the salt circle. I hastily tried to correct it before a voice seemed to whisper in my own mind, a voice not my own.

“An invitation? My my, how bold of you, puppy.”

That last word felt heavy, meaningful, important. As if I should be honored for being called such a thing. My mind was racing with thoughts of disbelief and surprise and confusion, but all of those seemed to slip away. Impressions of thoughts reached towards me, before turning to smoke. I became blank and suggestible. The voice spoke up again.

“Such easy prey. Let your mind slip away darling, you don’t need it anymore. I know what deal you wanted to make, but I have a better idea. Just relax”

The words felt soothing. Like I could finally relax and let my worries melt away. Horns began poking out of the pentagram, slowly rising with the rest of your body. Crimson red skin, bright yellow eyes, and an outstretched hand. It was you. The one I wanted to contact. To make a deal with. To serve.

You spoke again.

“That’s it. That’s it. Let yourself drift to the floor. You’ll be okay. You did so good getting me here, you deserve to rest. I can give you that perfect life you’ve dreamed of, that’s the reason you called me here after all, right? I can give you everything, and in exchange I just want one thing. Your heart.”

I was too tired to speak, barely keeping my eyes open to look at you. One thought finally made its was back into my mind. “Accept.” I attempted to nod, and you continued.

“It’s just one little thing after all. Just that one thing for your perfect life? It’s even complete with a partner, exactly like you wanted. Me.”

I tried to reach out, to fight the wave of fatigue drowning any coherent thought I could form. I wanted to figure out if there was a catch. I wanted to do and say and find so many things. But I could only want.

“This is what you did all this work for, isn’t it? It’s everything you wanted, plus a little extra. I just need you to

Shake.

My.

Hand.”

-🐦‍⬛

I wanted to keep this to myself but honestly, this deserved to be shared and 🐦‍⬛ deserves praise >:3

[desertduality]

STAY WITH ME I have formed an idea. New headcanon.

So in regards to like, tying tcd to Scar becoming a vex: What if vex are just the summoned spirits of those who died in certain hardcore worlds. So when Scar dies at the end of tcd, he stays dead for a while.

Until he wins the lottery of being one of the vengeful spirits summoned by an Evoker. (To evoke, btw, means ‘to bring or recall to the conscious mind’. So Scar returns to a conscious mind from being dead.) Vex are just spirits, which is why they can phase through walls.

BUT vex normally despawn after a while, so how does Scar stick around?

An Evoker is the only thing ingame that drops a totem of undying. Scar, upon coming back from the dead as a mischievous little spirit, sees the shiny thing hanging from the scary guys neck and decides he has to have it. So he takes it.

The Evoker dies immediately, but Scar has the totem of undying in his hands. When he despawns as a vex, he respawns as a human with vex abilities and characteristics, totem of undying used up in an unconventional way. Now that’s he’s a player again, he respawns as anyone else would.

And eventually he finds Hermitcraft.

[annahanover]

hello headless fans

[now-imstruggling-tofreemyself]

babe wake up Matilda & Kat edit just dropped

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

still on your Birds of Prey thing i have two(ish) things this time around, though feel free to ramble on other details too even if it wasn't specifically asked or mentioned first off, full permission to do an entire infodump on the ocs you have for this so far, i am very curious about all the details you got collected be it details you've mentioned before, changed, or new ones in general, again full permission for you to go nuts secondly, maybe it could be where only certain weapons allow the potential for breaking when used at advantage in the weapon triangle? like you'd have to buy a more expensive and more bulky weapon that has the benefit of being able to break weapons but again is more expensive and probably harder to wield(either just high in weapon rank or just like absurdly heavy to make it hard for the user to double) idk how well it would work, i'm not exactly known for my "making good Fire Emblem gameplay" expertise so take it with a grain of salt (if i ever dabble in fangames maybe i'll get some experience but today is not that day) (also yeah it be me again, i am also realizing i might have a double standard of wanting to hear about people's ocs in this fandom but then worrying that nobody wants to hear about my own, so i might blab on the ocs i have thus far for my au i'm working on sometime (hopefully) soon, heck i could even include some of the unnamed ones since you've even mentioned some unnamed ones yourself and i still think its cool to hear about!)

BIRDS OF PREY CHARACTER STUFF (removed everything bc spoilers lmao. if you remember then good for you)

Read as much or as little as you'd like! There is a LOT so dont feel like you need to read all of it

Anna von Ernest

Gameplay Character

Still has Make a Killing. idk anything else.

Anyway time for question 2's answer: no break bc idk how to do that in fe builder

You know her.

[writersp3n]

Just came across Sebastian Fanart that happened in my pressure DR..

followed the accc liked and favorited all of the art. It doesn't seem like they have a Tumblr someone on one of their post had already asked and they didn't get an answer.

BUT

im still gonna write a fic for the art (its just a copy n paste of what happened in my DR) but anywho

one more fic added to the list

TikTok acc below

https://www.tiktok.com/@pepurroni?lang=en

[finniestoncrane]

My brain is exploding. With love. This isn't a request or anything I just like to ramble

I can't stop thinking about Arkham!Scarecrow falling in love with a nurse or a guard that works in Arkham but then someone tries to break out of the asylum, and they take Y/N as hostage and he sees it all. That isn't just a nurse/guard, that's his nurse/guard that's being threatened and he just can't have that

Ooh the soft little moment when it's all over, he holds them gently, looking for wounds before being dragged away by the other guards

And then he begins to plan his revenge

I'm so so so normal about him. I swear.

Also I hope you don't mind these- you can totes tell me if you don't want me to send these kinda things-

🐦‍⬛

god you are KILLING me with this ;-; and as if it wasn't painful enough i'm now thinking of him having some unrequited love with a staff member

some nurse who is charged with changing his bandages, of giving him eye drops, of administering his meds. the first gentle touch he's had. the first kind soul. and he falls for them completely, but they don't feel the same way because he's just part of their job and MORE than that, he's the scarecrow and i'm sure very normal and sane people in gotham (couldn't be me lmaoooo) wouldn't just be randomly falling in love with crazed killers in their line of work (they're strict at arkham since quinzel)

but oh ;-; alas ;-; poor jonathan, languishing, pining, longing for the pain of having his bandages changed because at least he gets to spend time with them

[autopsytableromance]

Evan kelmp man that you are ……………..

[danganronpa-another-scenario]

Danganronpa Another Scenario (DRAS) Introduction

Retelling by Mod Bird, and the original story(Danganronpa Another) by LINUJ! Thank you for reading <3

Special thanks to @turkeyinnovember and @bezearts for being my alpha and beta readers! Love you pookies <3

- This is a Recreyo x Danganronpa Another AU. It is similar to the formers DR scenario, but not.

- The sequel is not taken into account in this story. I cannot connect the two games together.

- This will also get posted to ao3, when daily/deadly life is finished. It is easier to chronologically see it there, but it is slower in releases.

- This blog posts it scene by scene, and has polls to vote on who each crew member can spend time with in ftes. Maybe something else, you tell me.

- The original story is toned down as best as we(mostly just me) whilst keeping the energy and purpose of the story.

- The art style will just be my own, since I'm trying to get back into art after some rough times. I hope you like my artstyle!

Trigger Warnings:

Blood / Gore (VERY IMPORTANT)

Death

Self destructive behaviour

Emeto(aka vomit)

Suggestive things at times (toned down)

Rest Below. This will be updated.

Tags: TBA!

[livvyofthelake]

haven’t even met matthias yet but he’s already more interesting in the book than he ever has been in the show. that’s crazy

[ravensknowledge]

My brain is constantly coming up with new characters but when it comes to plot it's like

[lesbonym]

You could tell the moment you woke up that morning that something was… wrong. Nobody else seemed to notice, even your darling princess was chipper as ever. Though you just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Secretly you boosted the number of guards around the palace, called for a slightly higher alert based on nothing more than “a feeling”. You managed to hide this all from me, your sweet girl completely unaware of your fears and somehow oblivious to the higher number of guards around.

It was at dinner. The castle’s usual elaborate banquet adorned with everyone’s favorites, and the food tastes as delicious as it always does, but that unsteady feeling just doesn’t go away. You are sat next to me, like you always are, but something deep within you tells you to scoot a little closer.

Stories of royal assassination have been sweeping through the continent, and each royal proclaimed dead has made you that much more scared of losing me. Is… is that what you’re scared of? Is that why today feels wrong? Are you going to… lose… her?

No. No. You can’t think like that. Now is not the time to spiral. Think. Look around for people you don’t recognize. Make sure she’s safe.

As your mind swirls in a panic, your leg drifts closer to mine, nudging against it so you can feel my warmth, my presence, still there. I’m still there. I’m still okay.

As you begin to ground yourself within my presence, you spot a figure moving slyly through the sea of caterers and busboys and servants. A lithe character, unremarkable in appearance and overall boring to look at, but something about the way he carries himself stands out as… wrong. A self confident swagger not befitting his appearance. He looks like he belongs, but just a bit too much so.

The man moves deftly towards the head of the table, where the king and queen are sat, completely unaware of the approaching storm.

You spot a glint at the man’s side, a hand movement that should not be, but the pieces fall into place all too late as a dagger flies artfully towards the king. It stabs him right in the chest and chaos erupts the moment he yells in pain. That entire side of the table seems to collapse in upon itself as those once sat there scramble to escape, guards swarming the assassin with pikes and swords.

You immediately jump onto me, covering me from any and all danger, as well as taking a quick assessment of whether or not I am hurt, which is a definitive no. My eyes are wide with terror, my entire face frozen in a mortified silent scream. You drag me to my feet and lead me away, and once we are just far enough away for me to be safe, you set your hands on my shoulders to keep me in place.

The first words out of your mouth are a simple command:

“Run.”

I just stand there, scared and shaking, my pupils now just a void as I stare beyond you and at the pandemonium in the dining hall. Your voice rings through my brain a second time, desperately tugging at the strings of my mind.

“You hear me?”

My eyes finally drift to your face, a pleading expression on my face as I mouth the words “don’t go” but can’t find the voice to vocalize them. You reinstantiate the command, knowing it was the best way to keep me safe, as was your duty. You told yourself you’d be right behind me, just making sure we weren’t being followed first.

“You run, and you-“ your voice begins to waver, breaking as the situation begins to hit you, “-you don’t look back.” Adding, with a solemn wispiness to your tone, “Not even for me.”

Tears begin to well in my eyes as I desperately cling to your plate armor, a scared puppy clinging to a vestige of safety. You barely hold yourself together, and more for your own sake than mine, near-whisper “I need you to promise me, okay?”

I nod my head frantically, heart racing as my grip on your armor starts to falter, I begin to let go.

“Now go. Go!” You shout as I turn and run towards our emergency storage room. You always had a plan to keep me safe.

You begin to turn around to reenter the mayhem, but halfway through your turn an axe flies past your face. It was too far to be aimed at you. That axe was meant for me.

The offending knight stands still in the motion of throwing, realizing that he had missed his target and royally pissed you off.

Despite the pure, unbridled rage seeping through your veins, you were somehow calm. Your motions were steady as you reached for your sword and drew it at a speed you didn’t think possible, partially shredding the sheath in the process.

The knight begins to reel back and fumble around for his own sword, meanwhile you steadily walk towards him, adrenaline mounting. You hold your sword aloft, capable of sending a cut from any angle from your right side with ease. He finally draws his sword, overextending his arm in the process and flailing about to catch himself. He finally steadies himself and holds his sword at longpoint, a wholly nonintimidating threat.

You throw a cut from your right shoulder, sweeping across his leathery armor and only catching on his sword halfway through once he moved his arms to parry. He tries to move from there to cut from below your left side, though this swing has little power behind it and is blocked by your armor.

Your sword still sits near longpoint, basically already stabbing him if he steps closer. You jolt your arms to your right and cut across his stomach, drawing blood.

His blood. He’s… bleeding. The bastard that tried to hurt YOUR PRINCESS was bleeding. You smirk a little at the sight, seeing someone who tried to take what was yours now in such agony. You weren’t done yet though. His head would roll.

He clutches the wound with his left hand as the stumbles back slightly, quickly reverting to holding his sword and bringing it up to block as you send a cut from above.

That cool, calm, collected movement from earlier was gone. You were seeing red. He bleeds. He can be killed. He WILL be killed.

Another strong cut from your side. Another, this time from your lower left. Another, deceptively sweeping from above, turning halfway through, and slashing at his lower right. Another. Another.

His resolve was all but broken, his defensive motions were faltering and fear was driving his every frantic move. You saw the chance and took it.

He raised his sword above his head and swung it hard in front of him. You stepped forward to the right and slammed your sword onto his, forcing it down. You take another step forward, now directly to his left, and swing up at his neck with every bit of force you had.

A small thud of a head. A clank of a sword. A heavy slam of a body. He was dealt with. Now you needed to find your princess and make sure she was safe.

You run to the storage room we used as our cute little getaway, since nobody ever goes in there. You open the door and see… nothing.

Light seeping through the stained glass window, dust slowly drifting to the floor. Stone floor and wooden boxes as sturdy as ever, completely undisturbed. Your princess wasn’t there. Where was she? Where could I have gone?

The screams still echo through the halls as the realization truly dawns on you, and the moment you make the connection, your feet start moving. You don’t know if you made the decision yourself or if it just happened, but you don’t stop moving.

You run across the balcony level of the dining hall, looking down you see the commotion die down, the king seemed relatively okay, alive at the very least, but he wasn’t your priority. You still had to find your girl.

You went to every spot you knew I liked to hide, empty room after empty room and fear mounting.

You reach my bedroom, the place we always had the most fun and shared our fondest memories. You reach towards the door handle, hesitating as you feel the cold metal against your fingertips, but press on and twist. The door opens and behind it is that familiar pink glow from the window and fancy silken curtains around my bed. Behind those curtains, however, is a curled up figure, gently shaking, with a soft cry filling the room. It’s a voice you recognize.

You walk over to the bed and slowly peel back the curtain, hearing the meek cries swell into a sharp inhale and stopping. You open it and see me, curled into a ball and rocking back and forth, my face a mess of tears and runny mascara and unbridled fear. But all that changes when I see it’s you. That adorable glint in my eye returns and a short cry turns into a laugh as I all but lunge towards you.

“Baby!” I yell out as I throw myself into your arms, “Oh gods I’m so happy you’re alive! Darling, you’re okay!”

I snuggle into your breastplate with no regard for the hardness of it or any blood that may have gotten on it. You clasp my face in your hands and pull me into a desperate, aggressive, passionate kiss.

I giggle as we part and snuggle against your neck, before you feel my muscles tense and I ask the all important question, “is it over?” The question just hangs in the air as you gather a response, but before you can say anything I add “is my dad okay?”

That one you can answer. A short “yes” is all you muster but you immediately feel the tension leave my muscles as I relax into you. “It’s over, honey. It’s all over. You’re okay now.” A sort of jolt passes through us once you say that. A desperate need to verify that we’re both truly alright, that everything is okay.

We frantically begin to feel each other up. You squeeze my thigh just to feel me squirm and I begin to peel off your armor. You place your hand over mine.

“Shhh. It’s alright baby, lemme keep it on. You’re my priority here.”

I shyly look up at you, big doe eyes while I still paw at the armor. “Please Nymmie, I need this. I need to know you aren’t hurt.”

You playfully sigh and let me peel off your chestpiece before pulling me into another long kiss. Our little back-and-forth continues until we’re both naked on my bed, clawing at the other’s skin and leaving little marks where ever we attach ourselves to. You bite and kiss and nibble all over my neck just to hear the little squeaks I make, a sign that I’m still your happy little princess.

“Be good for me” you whisper into my ear, feeling me shiver beneath you, near-shoving your leg between my thighs and watching as I instinctively begin to grind on it. A slick trail beginning to leave evidence of my grinding, pressing a little harder against me just to hear me whine. You take my neck in one hand and my tit in your other, squeezing both. You kneed my boobs until I begin squirming under you, then tighten your grip on my throat until I go slack again, forcing me to grind against your leg all the while. My little gasps are beginning to drive you crazy.

You pull me into another kiss before separating entirely, immediately going for the box under my bed, containing our many toys. You pull out your favorite strap and some rope, watching my face light up in delirious excitement. You grab my wrists and force me back down on the bed, distracting me with a kiss while you bind my hands together. I try to squirm away but you pull me right back under you. Something within you screams to keep me as close as possible, and I don’t hide the fact that I enjoy it. You kneel in front of me and force my legs apart, and move forward, with the strap now poking at my pussy and each tiny movement you make causing me to writhe with pleasure.

You look at me, a soft look in your eyes, asking for permission. I nod with a grin and you thrust in, only really getting the tip in at first. “Take it baby, take it for me” you mutter as you inch the strap further inside me, delighting in the moans it causes me to make. “That’s a good girl” you breathe once the strap fully seated inside me, grip tightening on my hips to keep me bouncing. Your eyes follow along my (admittedly small :3) curves, landing on my bouncing tits. Each thrust makes them jiggle in such a mesmerizing way, already marked up with bites and hickies, new and old, but maybe a few more marks wouldn’t hurt.

Once I feel your mouth on me, my legs wrap around your back and pull you deeper into me. Each wet slap that fills the room only makes us more desperate to claim one another. To know that we really are okay now, that it’s all over, that we are safe. You hear my whines begin to shrill, like they always do when I get close. I squirm in my restraints and try to meet your thrusts, my legs still wrapped around you.

My screams begin to get a bit too loud and you shut me up with a long kiss, pounding the strap deep inside me and feeling me come undone around you. My legs dig into your back as my entire body shakes. The first of many tonight.

I’m yours, you’re mine, and we are safe. We have each other, and that old plan we made of running away together sounds just a bit more lovely. But those can be pillowtalk for later. Right now, you aren’t done claiming what’s yours.

-🐦‍⬛

WAHHH I MEANT TO PODT THIS. I REALLY DONT THINK THERES ANYTHING I CAN ADD ON CAUSE THIS IS PERFECT AS IS, BABY. I LOVEEEEE

[annahanover]

post resurrection Kat and Matilda have such an interesting dynamic to me.

because Matilda should be the one with the power in the situation. she's the one in control of the magic, when it comes down to it, she could stop the spell whenever she wanted to.

but she doesn't. she lets the spell go for an entire year, even though she's probably watching Kat become more unrecognizable every day, because she doesn't want to lose her (even if she lost her a few months ago).

Kat is the one in control, the one pulling the strings. whether she knows it or not, she has power over Matilda by simply being herself. by letting Matilda pretend that she's still the same, that she could still be saved.

Matilda could cause Kat's second death very easily, but she won't (not at first). Kat might know this. she might not. either way, neither of them get what they want in the end.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

hey same anon that suggested making some sort of fic where Naesala actually was the lord of Tellius and frankly im tempted to just actually do that myself, its a cool concept and provides a bunch of questions i can overthink to hell and back am i saying nobody else can explore the concept? no, feel free to utilize it too, im just gonna go insane about it myself too ...once i replay the Tellius games to make sure its at least somewhat accurate, au or not, since it has been a hot minute also might blab about it occasionally through anon so may as well give myself an anon alter ego (P.S. idk how to put emojis in anon so lets hope it didn't fuck up in the postage) - :black_bird: Naesala Lord Anon :black_bird:

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[writersp3n]

How it feels being a multifandom writer:

[kendrawells]

This is a love story. 🪞🐦‍⬛

@blacktabbygames commissioned me to commemorate The Pristine Cut release of Slay the Princess, massive congrats to Abby and Tony ❤️🗡️

(Bonus inspo ref)