#🔮: i'm talking nonsense.

[theglassbeads]

Bertha Jorkins (ella/suya) nació el 29 de febrero de 1959 [piscis] y trabaja en el departamento de juegos y deportes mágicos del ministerio. Su alianza se fija neutral. Formó parte de Ravenclaw, es sangre pura y se encuentra soltera.

[theglassbeads]

"Vaya..." Bertha nunca había parado en pensarlo. En realidad, siempre había observado a los puristas con algo de envidia. No por sus ideales, sino por el círculo tan cerrado que parecían tener. Ella anhelaba tener compañía, aunque si era tan forzada como comentaba la rubia, no tenía claro de si en realidad la deseaba. "Pero eso es muy triste, ¿no?"

—Así funcionan las familias puristas, o ¿acaso creías que todos los matrimonios eran por amor? claro que no al menos no entre esas familias— expresó con una sonrisa maliciosa en sus labios —Pues los Travers son un buen partido no me extrañaría que fueran los próximos—

[remlionheart]

Is there ANY chance you’d do a Gojo/Reader/Megumi euphoria version, just as nasty and beautiful as the other ones ??? You know, with dp, creampies, praise kinks etc

Maybe it could pick up when y/n goes back for another party like Gojo said and he found out that she also had a crush on Megumi so he invited him too and they’re all high etc. OOOFFF I got excited just by thinking about it

Let me manifest you writing this with your incredible talent 🙌🏼✨

When I tell you this had fireworks going off in my brain when I read it this morning 😮‍💨 I love all of you and your ideas so much ₊˚ෆ My schedule has been pretty tight lately between work and writing and trying not to lose my mind in the mix, but this got me up and to my laptop the minute I opened it. Manifest and you shall receive 🔮✨, ily nonnie ♡

➳ all of my euphoria fics are standalone for the most part, but meg's full story can be found here and gojo's here if you're new. this one in particular is more of an AU drabble than it is a continuation of either. (also - quick lil disclaimer: all characters are aged up to 21+, meg was raised by toji in this not gojo, and finally, i am not responsible for what i write when i'm ovulating bc this turned out fucking filthy) hope u like it ♡

۵ ⋆˙MDNI ⋆˙۵

Show and Tell ₊˚⊹♡

You stared down at your phone, rereading the text from Gojo-sensei for what had to be the tenth time when you finally took a breath and opened the front door. His living room was exactly how you remembered it: overflowing with people and music and purple lights and drunken nonsense. The only difference was that you were coherent this time and actually able to push yourself through the sea of your former classmates as you made your way up the stairs.

With each step you took though, you couldn't decide if your sobriety was a good thing or a bad thing. Your heart was jumping around in your chest, your eyes glued to the floor in a feeble attempt to avoid the suspicious eyebrow raises you were getting the closer you got to his bedroom.

“I want you over here again next weekend,” he had said in between breaths, his cum seeping out of you as he pulled out. “Got it?"

You thought it had just been the heat of the moment talking. A fleeting 3 am coke-induced thought that he'd forget about once he came back to his senses, but he didn't. He was holding onto his demands, waiting for you as you reached for the door handle.

No one was allowed in his room.

No one, except for you.

Your footsteps came to an abrupt pause, your gaze suddenly darting between the two sets of blue eyes that were looking back at you. A familiar smirk tugged at the corner of Gojo's mouth as he held his hand out, motioning with one finger for you to come closer.

Megumi watched the way you walked towards him, noting the little exhale you let out once you'd reached him. Your nervous excitement was almost as palpable as it was pitiful. A faint shade of pink decorated your cheeks as you stood between your former teacher's legs. "Open." Gojo instructed.

Megumi had heard the rumors about the two of you hooking up, but he hadn't really believed it until now. His jaw clenched, his eyes still trailing over you while you obediently lolled your tongue out for the silver-haired man. He wondered if you even knew what you were taking as Gojo placed a point of molly into your mouth, nodding proudly as you swallowed it.

It was odd, how similar you still looked to the last time he'd seen you at Jujutsu High but how absolutely unrecognizable you seemed showing off for your former teacher.

"See how good she is?" Gojo mused, breaking Megumi's train of thought. "Does exactly what she's told. Takes orders so well." Megumi's pupils widened when he noticed that you were looking at him now as Gojo began to slip your shirt above your head.

"I... should probably go -"

"Relax." Gojo said simply, his hands reaching around to unclasp your bra. Your nipples hardened as it fell to the floor, leaving you exposed in front of the two of them. "You're here for a reason."

A burst of warmth and blissful dizziness spread through your body, whatever drug he'd given you was starting to take hold. It felt different than the coke you'd done last time, but you couldn't quite place your finger on what this was. It was an overwhelming heady sensation. A fluttering in your chest. A smile you couldn't quite fight back. An insatiable urge to just touch something.

Gojo shot the raven-haired boy a grin that could've rivaled that of the devil's. "I saw the way she was looking at you the last time she was here. Think she has a bit of a crush on you." His tone was taunting, his hand running along the curve of your hip as he redirected his attention up to you. "Don't you, baby?"

You wanted to say no. Wanted to lie. Wanted to create a convincing argument against it, but the substances in your system were making it increasingly difficult to not lean into your real feelings. The things you couldn't possibly say out loud sober, the desires you'd usually bury - they were all at the forefront of your mind. Willing and ready to make their appearance the second your mouth opened again.

"I -"

But Gojo's palm found the inside of your thigh before you could get it out, you nearly moaned just from the feeling of his fingers roaming up towards your center. Everything suddenly felt so good. So unexplainably fucking good.

"Tell him." Gojo prompted, sliding your panties to the side. "Don't look at me, look at him. Tell him how bad you want him to fuck you, baby."

Even under the red glow from Gojo's headboard light, you could see the curiosity and blatant want laid out on Megumi's face. You kept your eyes locked with his as Gojo slipped a slender finger between your folds, making it impossible to keep your voice steady.

"Megumi..." it was a whimper. A sweet, lewd little nothing that made his cock twitch. You reached for his hand and he took it, slowly lacing his fingers into yours. "Will you –"

"No. That's not it." Gojo shook his head, forcing your gaze back on him as he slammed two fingers into you, almost making your knees buckle. "You're not asking, you're telling him what you want. C'mon baby, use your words."

Your whines were echoing across the room, your body grinding greedily against Gojo's digits as you looked back to Megumi with your bottom lip lodged between your teeth. Your head was everywhere. Your body so overwhelmingly sensitive.

"Megumi, please." You tried again, but it was just as desperate and feeble as before. "I... really... want – oh, fuck." Gojo was relentless, the wet sounds of him plunging into you only getting louder. "Please." you writhed against him, shooting Megumi a helpless look as your eyes began to roll. "Please, Megumi, I – want you... to... fuck, ohmygod –"

"There she is." Gojo praised, using his thumb to rub against your clit. You were clenching around him, nearly dripping as you stood before him, your vision dancing between the two men. "Keep going. Keep talking. Don't stop."

"I-want-you-to-fuck-me." It almost came out as one word with how quick and breathlessly it left your mouth. "Please. Pl – ease. Oh, fuck. Fuck... I can't.... Gojo, 'm gonna –"

It felt like something inside Megumi had snapped as he watched the orgasm rake through your body. The way your eyes glazed over. The way you leaned against Gojo for support as your cunt spasmed around him. The slick glistening down your thigh. You looked so dazed out and gorgeous, it was almost too much to handle. The molly in his system was hitting him just as hard as it was hitting you.

His fingers were still tangled firmly into yours, your knuckles almost turning white from how hard you'd been holding onto him. The second Gojo released you, Megumi was pulling you over to him, his lips meeting yours with feral urgency while he guided you on top of him.

There was an undeniable energy between the two of you. Your bodies both humming with desire as he kissed along your neck, using his other free hand to undo the buttons of his pants.

Gojo smirked watching the two of you before leaning over to his nightstand and divvying out a bump of coke for himself.

Megumi was careful as he lined himself up with your entrance, letting his tip slide in slowly. You were so wet. Already moaning with how little he'd given you. "Fuck, you feel good." He groaned, placing his hands on your hips to help pull you down further.

You gripped his shoulders, easing yourself further and further down. You felt delirious from how perfectly he was stretching you, another surge of warmth rushing over you as you matched his rhythm.

"You're s'fucking pretty." He whispered, his hips bucking up, making your eyes nearly cross as his tip met your cervix. "So cute when you're all fucked out like this."

Gojo stripped out of his pants and boxers, undoing the buttons along his shirt as he continued to watch the two of you. "She's a tight little thing, isn't she?" He smirked. "Don't worry though, she can take it." His thumb was suddenly under your chin, forcing your face next to his. "You want him to go deeper, baby?"

You nodded back him with stars in your eyes, whining into his mouth as Megumi plunged himself into you earning an arrogant smirk from Gojo. "Look at that pouty face." he teased, parting your lips with his tongue. "Such a good girl, you know that?"

The feeling of Megumi filling and laying into you while Gojo-sensei instructed him how to fuck you felt too farfetched to be real. You must've been in a dream. A delicious dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

"Oh, you're close, aren't you?" Gojo grinned, noting how feverish your movements had become. How much harder your ass was smacking against Megumi's thighs each time you came down.

He stepped away, letting you fully grab onto Megumi as you mewled out his name, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You were clenching around him, nearly shaking from how good he felt. "Megumi, 'm - I -"

"Shh," he soothed, pulling you down onto him. "S'okay, I've got you. Look at me." There were overstimulated tears pricking at the corners of your eyes when they met his. "Let me see it."

You were writhing against him. Your eyebrows knitting together as your thighs locked in place. You slid down, taking every inch of him, making your body nearly convulse. Your pupils bloomed as your mouth fell open. Loud, incoherent whines leaving you as tears began to spill down your cheeks. "I'm cumming." You cried. "Fuck, Megumi. I'm cumming, I'm cumming, 'm -"

You were inconsolable, spasming against him with fervor as you drenched him. "Oh my god," he groaned, feeling himself teetering on the verge of his breaking point too. You were smothering him.

His head spinning from how snug and warm your walls were, how they just kept getting tighter around him the harder he continued to pump into you. You were so pretty to look at - the way your tits bounced perfectly with each thrust, the way your eyes stayed focused on him, the way you kept whimpering out his name in this adorably pitiful broken voice. This entire thing felt like dream to him too. A salaciously beautiful haze that he'd think about for at least the rest of his life.

"I'm about to cum." He warned you, unsure where you wanted it. Gojo stepped back in, standing behind you to place his hands on your shoulders as he pushed you down further, drawing out another blitzed-out noise from you.

"Let her have it." Gojo nodded, holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail while he kissed the side of your neck, his free hand drifting down to your clit. The sensation made you grind against him even faster, moaning into Gojo's mouth as Megumi filled you. "Good girl." he whispered. "Look at how well you're takin' him, baby. Makin' me so fuckin' proud."

Gojo helped guide you off of him once you were both done, careful to lift you as a mixture of fluids spilled out of you. "Messy girl." Gojo smirked. "Need you to get him all cleaned off before he goes back out there, 'kay?"

You looked at him from over your shoulder, giving him a dizzy smile as he bent you over and Megumi spread his legs apart to accommodate you.

He was so spent. So high. So blissfully exhausted, he wasn't sure it'd be possible for him to cum again this soon. But the minute he felt your tongue press against his base, the way you looked up at him through those heavy lashes - he quickly realized that he had at least one more left in him.

Gojo took his time, admiring how puffy and pretty your leaking pussy was. He'd gone easy on you last weekend. Tried to keep his roughness to a minimum, but he knew you were ready.

He rubbed his tip between your folds, wetting himself with the slick. "Stay focused on your breathing."

It was the same thing he'd told you the last time he entered you, only it held new meaning now that you had a mouthful of cock and Gojo-sensei's girth inside you. Your back arched for him, your eyes glazing over as Megumi's hand tangled into your hair.

"You've got it." Megumi reassured you. "Just like that."

Gojo's grip was tightening around your hips the further he went. "Don't stop just because I'm in you, I wanna see you take that whole thing."

You mewled against Megumi, drool dripping down your chin while Gojo pummeled further into you. You kept one hand on him, slowly pumping as you tried to find a good rhythm, but Gojo's pace was picking up, rocking you back and forth and making you forget how to breathe altogether.

"Gojo-sensei ~" you whined.

The formality only made his thrusts more punishing, but your walls were sucking him in so faithfully no matter how hard he went. Your body absolutely melting at his touch.

"Focus." his tone was stern, his hips meeting yours condemningly. "Show me how bad you want this. If you stop, so will I."

You opened your mouth wider, letting the pool of spit you'd gathered glide down Megumi's length as he lightly pressed your head down. "Oh shit." He muttered, watching you take almost all of him.

"There you go." Gojo praised, his hand reaching around to meet your clit again. "See how good that feels, baby? To have my cock buried in you and his down your throat?"

His fingers were drawing heavenly circles around you, the room filling with the carnal sounds of him bullying himself into you and you slurping and lapping up every bit of Megumi. You were a whimpering, soaking mess. Moaning out both of their names now each time you came up for air.

"She's already getting close again." Gojo mocked. "Poor thing, she's just so sensitive."

His fingers swirled firmly across your clit, feeling the slick that was building as Megumi thrusted himself into your mouth. Your eyes were watering again. Your legs shaking and your heart ready to beat straight out of your chest from how obscenely euphoric it all felt.

Megumi moaned prettier than any man you'd ever heard. The noises he was making alone were almost enough to keep you going. You nearly choked on him when you finally felt him twitch inside you, coating your throat with warmth as his head lulled back.

"Fuck." he rasped, pulling your head back up to look at you. "You have no idea how perfect you feel."

You gave him a glazed over smile, your cunt throbbing as Gojo continued to dominate you. He could feel you about to bottom out. "She's so ethereal, isn't she? Like a fucked-out angel." He mused, watching you reach for Megumi's hand as you clenched around him.

You were completely incoherent, your vision blurred by molly and red lights and the softness of Gojo's sheets. Megumi leaned in to kiss you, still letting you squeeze his hand for support. "God, you're gorgeous." He breathed. "Keep goin'. You're right there."

You kissed Megumi so hard you were afraid you were going to hurt him, but he didn't seem to mind, holding you tighter as you shook and moaned against his lips. “There it is.” He nodded. “You love cumming all over us, don't you?"

You nodded helplessly, tears still streaming down your face as you returned his small smile. "So - much." You choked out, your pussy clamping around Gojo as he pounded his release into you.

You were so unexplainably full, almost afraid that you wouldn't be able to stand once Gojo pulled out of you, but he helped get you to your feet.

"My little show-off," He smirked, placing a light kiss on your forehead. "Always such a teacher’s pet.”

𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

[theglassbeads]

Escondida para no ser atrapada, la muchacha escucha a la persona que estaba frente a ella. ¿Con quién habla? No lo lograba distinguir, pero sí sabía que lo que decía era importante. O, al menos, lo parecía por el momento. Bertha estaba interesada en seguir escuchando para averiguar todo lo que pudiese, con esperanzas de conseguir algún rumor nuevo que poder contar a Rita y serle útil de alguna manera.

[rodolfoparras]

This is a blurb/idea from something I am writing but I can't resist sharing.

"I'm not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite" type of male reader and Price.

Reader is feral and cruel and aggressive, all snarling and growling and never letting anyone come close. He's sent to 141 because if there's anyone who can fix a crazy bastard it's Price. But John soon discovers that this feral mountain of a man is actually scared little puppy, he even says to John

"You know how abused dogs keep acting aggressive and bite anyone who comes close even after they're rescued? Because you might have good intentions but for someone who only knows pain and abuse, it's better safe than sorry."

And he is so scared of being sent away and punished for acting out but John just hugs him and pets his head, telling him that just like with abused dogs, it takes time, patience and love to start the healing process and he has plenty of it all.

Pain and anger never quite go away but it's easier when you have a guiding hand of a loving master who instead of yelling and hitting, gently talks you through it and helps you get better.

-🔮

I would do anything to be glued back together and restored by price 🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️ imagine getting into yet another fight and you’re like shouldn’t bother with me as he patches up but he’s just like nonsense while he finishes up the task or saving you from getting killed during a mission and once again you’re like you wasted precious time saving me when you could’ve gotten yourself out ot there and once again he’s like nonsense even when he first took you onto his squad you told him you were hopeless but once again he’d told you nonsense as he signed the papers he’d be so fucking patient no matter what you’d feel embarrassed for falling into the same old pattern but he just tells you that even healing has its ups and downs and he’ll be with you every step of the way ngl my heart hurts bc I have a similar concept and I absolutely love price being a safe haven for reader 😭🥹

[theglassbeads]

¿Alguien civilizado? Bertha se quedó pensando en aquellas palabras. Los niños eran civilizados, al menos aquellos. No es como si estuvieran cometiendo ningún delito. Tal vez el contrario simplemente odiaba la diversión. "No tengo hijos pero... si lo tuviera, querría que se comportara como un niño. Y los niños, o al menos la mayoría, a veces gritan o tienen rabietas frente a todos. Es lo normal." Y, si tuviera algún día un hijo, querría que este se integrara con los demás, como estaban haciendo esos niños... oportunidad que ella nunca tuvo. O más bien, no consiguió tener. "¿O es que tú siempre te has comportado así?" Sabía la respuesta que iba a recibir, pero aún así la curiosidad de la joven la traicionó y acabó formulando la pregunta.

Existía una lucha interna cuando alguien contradecía su discurso, no es cómo si estuviera acostumbrado a debatir pero estaba consciente que se encontraba en un espacio público. La forma en que funcionaban las cosas para Lucius eran sólo de una manera. No había otra salida. " No como un señor de cuarenta años—pero sí cómo alguien civilizado," siguió buscando las palabras adecuadas. " Las reglas del comportamiento son explícitas, ¿o quisieras que tu hijo esté haciendo una rabieta frente a todos? Altera el orden público y es de pésimo gusto."

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[bambiraptorx]

If you don't mind me asking before the vote is over; could I hear about it separated au? Since I'm pretty sure that the draxum raised the turtles au is going to win.

-🔮🕸

Sure! It was originally intended to just be silly and nonsensical, so I picked some characters that the boys don't end up with much. Raph and Leo are the most developed so far.

Raph: ends up with Huginn and Muninn's extended family, and is raised as a gargoyle for the first half of his life. At some point the gargoyle warren decides that he would be better off getting more involved in yokai culture (lots of reasons involved), so they asked Huginn and Muninn to take care of him. They brought him to Draxum's lab to take care of him (may or may not have informed Draxum of this arrangement) and Draxum was like "wha--is that one of my turtles?!" and the goyles are like "uh idk boss" and he's like "that is one of my turtles I am involving myself in raising the kid."

So long story short Raph ends up with three primary caretakers plus a massive extended family that he visits on the weekends. Also he ends up with the name Red, because gargoyles have a collectively strange sense of humor and also they don't get real names until adulthood anyway.

Leo: ends up with Capitan Piel. Piel and his crew didn't realize Leo wasn't just an animal at first (to be fair they don't see that many regular turtles) so for the first year or two they keep him as a pet. Once he starts talking, they kinda collectively go "oh crap this is a child" and the crew has to decide whether they want to keep a kid or not, given their dangerous and less than legal lifestyle. They keep him and raise him as a pirate lol. (They might also name him Leon, I haven't decided yet.)

However, Leo's presence does cause Piel and Hueso to reconcile somewhat, mainly because Piel wants to make sure that his kid has a safe place to go if something happens to the rest of the crew. Leo has ended up at his uncles' several times, the longest being a period of about five months. That was also the first time he stayed at Hueso's.

Donnie: Ends up with the Librarian. Being raised in a library has some interesting effects: he's virtually a walking encyclopedia and never speaks above a whisper. He prefers to communicate using one of the many yokai sign languages he's learned, and always has a hush bat or two following him to keep an eye on him. His ability to build his tech has been somewhat limited by needing to be quiet, but he's found workarounds.

Mikey: Stays with Splinter. Rather than becoming more neglectful, Splinter is immensely overprotective of his remaining child. They still live in the sewers, just not in the same place as in the show--it's too big for the two of them. Mikey knows about the Upper City (He and April explore together because Splinter won't let him go alone) but he doesn't know about the other one. Also, he wears dresses in this au. idk why he just does.

[theglassbeads]

💌 outfits que pienso que llevarían amelia, scarlett, bertha & jane 💌

[theglassbeads]

Bertha asintió, considerando los gustos de la hija de la contraria completamente normales. "Ah, entiendo. Yo era exactamente igual. Luego lo cambié por el morado, el azul y más adelante, el rojo. Para después arrepentirme y volver al azul marino. Ahora estoy entre ese y el morado oscuro." Declaró, siendo la primera vez en su vida en la que pudo expresar su trayectoria con su color favorito.

Sonrió de forma tímida, mientras asentía con la cabeza– Sí, para mi hija. Le gusta mucho el rosa –contó, aunque luego la atacó una leve inseguridad por quizás haber compartido más de la cuenta, porque probablemente a la contraria no le interesaba tanto detalle.

[monstersinthecosmos]

🔮

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

!!!! Yes, absolutely.

I have three main approaches to this for myself, and I know everyone's brains and writing habits are different so yknow like take it or leave it or modify it to your own needs but here's three things I always fall back on when I'm stuck.

Be kind to yourself.

Be honest with yourself. Is there a reason the writing needs to be done NOW? You are not a machine. If it's not there, it's not there. Obviously this doesn't apply if you have deadlines to meet but if you're writing for fun, don't get so twisted up about it that it's not fun anymore. WHAT ARE WE DOIN HERE FELLAS?! It's okay to take a break and recover until it feels right again, you don't have to fill a quota.

Set extremely small goals.

I try to write 100 words a day because I have ADHD and I get crazy burnout and/or I go into creative frenzies where I binge write for 3 days and don't do the dishes. There's a balance in here somewhere lol. An easy goal and a routine can help a lot. 100 words is a joke. But there are days where it's a HUGE struggle. But it's still doable, and I walk away feeling like I chiseled away at the idea a little bit.

I can't stress enough that you can't push yourself THROUGH burnout, and this can go to any type of burnout. (I feel this way about house keeping too LOL). You're drawing from an empty well. Be honest with yourself, be kind to yourself, set a realistic goal. If you're burnt out you're not gonna sit down and crank out 2k in an evening, you just aren't, and if you try to force it you're just gonna feel worse when you can't do it. Be gentle. Make easy goals. Ease yourself back into it.

And don't forget, sometimes chiseling away is just exactly what you need to do. I sometimes go weeks where I put in 100 words at a time on a fic and then finally I make it through the hard part and 6k floods out of me all at once. Chiseling away is good. You will find your way back when you get through the hard part.

(Also, even if you're chiseling away with garbgae & nonsense, that's okay! You can edit it later! A sloppy first draft is better than no draft!)

Refill the well.

Speaking of drawing from an empty well; creativity requires an input and an output, imo. That's my personal opinion!! Sometimes you need to take a break and work on the input stream, too. Take a week where you watch a movie every night instead of trying to write. Reread a book from an author you admire. Stare at some paintings. Listen to your headphones in the dark, whatever the fuck it is !

You're running on empty! And it's not just the basic human energy to function! It's the creativity! It's the inspiration! If you're writing a fic, revisit the source! Remind yourself why you like it! If a movie or song or picture gave you the idea for your fic, go back to that! Absorb it, replenish yourself!!!!!

I know sometimes when I talk writing stuff that I speak about it more like, idk philosophically? And I know others might have technical advice, like write scenes out of order, change the font, sit in a different area of the house, find a friend to cheerlead! All of those things can work, too, and I try them sometimes. ((I have more to say about this and about how outlines are my lord & savior when writing with ADHD and trying to chisel away a scene at a time)) But like, all of that I think is a bit secondary to just being kind to yourself and taking care of your mental health first and getting yourself back into a place where you CAN be creative and find that drive again.

My life would be a fucking shambles if I couldn't make lil routines for myself with the ADHD and Brain Problems and whatnot and I leave myself an hour every day to write, right before bedtime! 9-10pm every night I'm CLOCKIN IN! And for me it's like a lil reward at the end of the day, so that I can like unwind, end the day, stop worrying about whatever else I didn't get done, etc. Making space for it as a fun activity and a reward is essential for me, and I still get stuck sometimes, but going back to these ideas helps me a lot!!!!!!!!!!!

[rodolfoparras]

Nah it's ok, I just have crippling addiction to twinks and I'm weak for pretty boys who look like elven and angelic. I swear... a pretty thing bats his eyes at me and I'm fucking goner. ANYWAYS-

Acheron is old D&D character that went through quite a bit of development and he will always be one of my favourite characters I ever created hence why I made him into my Tav. He was originally female character for a brief while just because drow society is matriarchal and I intended for him to start out as royalty and threat to his aunt's power. Buuuut I quickly decided that I want him to be man after all so he's canonically trans now.

I don't want to prattle on about drow history and politics even though I could but essentially men are seen as slaves and toys and have no worth in the society and drows are notorious for turning on each other and killing one other constantly. Acheron's older brother wasn't like that at all and he was super sweet and him and Acheron were very close. Acheron was child prodigy and quickly gained favour of their matriarch and head priestesses and became champion of Lolth and his entire goal was to become head matriarch so he could build better life for his brother. That's also the reason why he repressed his real self and only his brother knew that he was trans.

Acheron was noticed and chosen by Raven Queen who sensed his grief and sorrow even while he as young child and she became mother figure to him while he secretly prayed to her. He got infused with shadow magic through the sword she sent down to him and she became his patron goddess. When he was still young man, his aunt (fearing his influence and the influence of his mother), slaughtered his entire family and Acheron only survived because his brother manage to hide him and his goddess kept him safe. That event broke something in him that was never able to be repaired.

Acheron fought his way out of Underdark and escaped to surface where he saved by young druid who would become his best friend (who is actually my bestie's D&D character). He only had locket with his brother's picture, lock of his hair and his ring to remember his brother by and he treasures it deeply. Also since hexblades (weapon he received) are kind of semi sentient and can talk to their wielders, Acheron believes his brother's soul is in the blade and he talks to it regularly.

He completely buried his old life, transitioned and made a name for himself, eventually being known as The Scourge of Underdark and he and very chaotic but mostly decent person. He had quite a few other tragic things happen to him that kind of shaped him into being cold and ruthless and no-nonsense person. And side note but he actually has genuinely good relationship with his patron and she does genuinely love him as sees him as her son.

Every other companion in bg3 has horrible and abusive relationship with their goddesses and Acheron is there all like 😶😶 "Mmm skill issue ig, imma go tell mom about my day and ask for new spells"

And his story fits so well with bg3 story and I even headcanon Minthara, female drow that can become your companion, as his cousin and her mother to be the aunt that slaughtered his family. And Astarion is like.... second person Acheron had genuinely romantic feelings for ever probably and his companions are one of few people he grew to care about. And Acheron is very much ready to do whatever it takes for his friends and especially for Astarion.

He doesn't care about power or influence or anything, he just wants to keep Astarion safe because he can't risk losing the most important person in his life again. That's why I hc that after the events of the game he goes back to Underdark and kills his aunt and everyone loyal to her and he makes it clear that unless he and his loved ones are left alone, he will not hesitate to wipe them all out. He's a little unhinged but ordinary people know him as a hero, albeit very scary one.

-🔮

Sugar!!! I am genuinely amazed how in depth this is it felt like I was watching a movie reading this!!’ First of all I’ll always be a sucker for good healthy sibling relationship and the fact that their bond still remains in some ways is why I’m not sad despite everything tragic that happened to him also Im so glad he has a best friend by his side to love and support him because it can’t be easy having gone through all that trauma and continue life on your own also astarion being all starry eyed over him, to him it’s like seeing a sweet puppy flash its teeth but he absolutely loves it feels himself get all warm and light 🥹 this is genuinely a beautiful story and I’m throughly impressed with how thought out every step is

[tazmilygray]

🕸️💌🍒🔮 for Elodee

🕸️(Spiderweb) - Create a bouquet inspired by your OC! It can be based on their colour palette, flower language and symbolism, whatever they like best, or any combination of the three.

I looked up flower language, as that would be Elodee's specialty, and picked some out that i thought fit her, along with using ones i thought would go nicely with her color palette. Edelweiss means courage and devotion Goldenrod means encouragement and good fortune Hollyhock means ambition Iris means faith, trust, wisdom, hope, and/or valor. faith, hope, and valor are the meanings i paired with Elodee. She focuses on the future and works hard on her gardening and floral arrangements to make herself the best she can be at her craft, and she's devoted to finding her sister as well.

💌(Love Letter) - How easy are they to befriend? Are they more of a social butterfly or a lone wolf?

She's pretty sociable, but if she gets focused on her work, she'll accidentally ignore you, but once she notices she'll definitely apologize profusely.

🍒(Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

She'd get along well with Bandee for sure, he's proof that even little waddle dees can go a long way if they set their hearts on it. She would talk about flowers with Taranza, he'd totally know all about flower language. He just tends to have little faith, and he would be nervous for her about her sister. He's less optimistic about situations than she is. She would not get along with Zan Partizanne. She's pessimistic under guise of being a realist, she's not any sort of encouragement, she's just generally a downer, none of which go well with Elodee's optimistic, encouraging attitude. They're both no-nonsense people, but what they consider "nonsense" causes their personalities to clash horribly.

🔮(Crystal Ball) - Out of all the treasures in the Great Cave Offensive, Kirby is letting your OC pick one from his stash to keep! Which one do they pick, and why?

Probably one of the "memories of [season]" items. I'm imagining them to be like magical items, their use is ambiguous but she assumes they'll help her with her gardening. And even if they're not magical at all, they're still pretty.

thanks SO much for the ask, this was really fun! im sorry it took a couple days, i've been busy and i wanted to put something together for the flower part

[maehemthemisfit]

ミ★ 𝘕𝘈𝘝𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 ★彡

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Oh? A traveler it seems? Well, if it's your first time here then welcome to my blog, my name is maeble and I am a writer of sorts. If you wish to explore, i've left some markers down below to help you on your journey. Don't worry, I'll accompany you there. All you have to do is keep your pretty eyes open, and try not to fall behind...

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 —

Hi I'm Maeble! You can call me Mae if you wish. I love interactions and Scaramouche/Wanderer if you couldn't tell. Crazy enough, I actually don't play genshin, but I write for it so feel free to drop some requests from my fandoms if they're open (check my inklings to see who I write for).

If you want to see more of me, you'll find some activity at @kunikaede. also reminder, this is a sfw blog that anyone can follow (if you're a decent human being, I don't tolerate all that nonsense) and interact with and have a safespace. I may post/rb suggestive and dark themes so watch out for content warnings + language isn't censored.

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Inbox rules: please don't sent hate, threats, rants, heavy topics, spam, vents, explicit content, advertisements, spam requests, or hateful remarks towards a community in my inbox. It makes me uncomfortable and I will delete them since I don't want that on my blog. I don't mind suggestive things, brainrots, small talk, or QNAs. However, sometimes I get overwhelmed or I don't feel like answering so your ask isn't guaranteed to be answered.

Tagging: I don't mind being tagged in rbed posts for ask games and such or when mutuals i'm close with tag me in other posts/comments. what i do mind is people tagging me in their posts unprovoked. please don't do that unless told otherwise! also refrain from tagging me in posts with triggering themes— writing/art included.

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 —

001. genshin impact | 002. tokyo revengers |

003. danganronpa 004. death note |

005. fire force | 006. jujutsu kaisen

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 —

300+ drabble event (ongoing) | fluffvember (closed) |

12 days of christmas (on hold)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 —

to be added

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tags/tagging | my inklings | moots |

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SLEEPY HEADCANONS - SCARAMOUCE/KUNIKUZUSHI & TIGHNARI x gn!reader [GENSHIN IMPACT]

TO HAVE A HEART - KUNIKUZUSHI x gn!reader [GENSHIN IMPACT]

PARENTING FAILS - MIKEY, SANZU, & RINDOU x reader [TOKYO REVENGERS]

MIKEY CRUSH HEADCANONS - MIKEY x gn!reader [TOKYO REVENGERS]

KISS IT BETTER - MIKEY x reader [TOKYO REVENGERS]

(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) art credits: @/kiarei_ & @/sugatiou on twt

[onelittlemac]

Journal Entry#3: Getting Curious about the Curious Family

[🔮Occult Legacy Challenge - Generation 1 Diaries🔮]

It seems many of the homes here in Strangerville have an underground facility - my trailer included. I feel more myself when I'm down here. Something about being underground eases my paranoia. My neighbours, the Curious Brothers, have turned their bunker into an underground laboratory. Something for myself to consider.

Pascal, Lazlo, and Vidcund Curious live next door. All three of them are scientists. Pascal and Lazlo invite me over sometimes. Despite my awkwardness, they seem to enjoy my company. Recently, Lazlo and I went out to grab a bite to eat. He told me about his close friend, Crystal Vu. She had gone missing but recently had been seen acting strangely around town.

I had noticed her wandering outside my trailer before. She had an odd look on her face and was saying nonsense. When Lazlo last saw her, he attempted to talk to her but she didn't recognize him. He's tried asking for help from other neighbours, but they blamed Crystal's new behaviour on spending too much time at the local bar. Lazlo disagrees. He seems really worried about her.

After we finished our meal, we headed back to the Curious household. Pascal had recently given birth so I wanted to see the new baby. Tycho is adorable and looks like your average newborn, but I'm interested in seeing how he develops knowing his miraculous conception. The Curious family seem unbothered by the baby's origin. I sense they know more than they are letting on. Before I left, I took home a book Lazlo gave me with Crystal's most recent research to look through. Hopefully, I can find something that explains her strange behaviour.

To be continued...

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[theglassbeads]

outfits veraniegos de amelia, scarlett, bertha, jane, jihae & keira. (+ algunas de sus cosas)