#( stygian // verse one )

[chernabogs]

‘  where  has  choosing  goodheartedness  and  having  golden  hair  ever  gotten  you  ? 

hiii um this prompt with a prince silver au maybe? maybe him being kept in the dark about the war and living a perfect life, but then finding out about what the silver owls are doing / planning to do to the fae?

I took this in sort of a subtle approach, if that's ok! I was writing this and suddenly I was like hmmm what if someone nudged him to begin looking into things himself... and voila. Bean-nighe was the first thing I thought of. I did also tweak the line a little!

RED RIVER

Inc: Silver, his nanny, a Bean-nighe/Washerwoman, Leah & Knight of Dawn mention Warnings: Blood (I mean... washerwoman do that), implications of oppression (fae). AU-verse of Silver being raised by Leah and KoD. C7 spoilers, somewhat. Little bit of Scottish mythos in here too. WC: 2.4k Summary: After his nanny goes missing, Silver finds himself lost in the forests, where he comes across a woman washing strange clothing in a stream.

He only begins to clue in that something is amiss when his nanny is absent one morning. She’s a fae, with long hay-coloured hair and slate eyes that still hold a twinkle when she smiles at him. She only really smiles at him—her little sun—but otherwise wears a blank expression. Her eyes always fix to the floor whenever his uncle is with him and she shrinks into the shadows, his quiet nanny, only to emerge from her shell when they’re alone again. 

One time he told her that she felt more like a mother to him than his real one. It isn’t Leah’s fault that she’s absent for portions of his life—that goes part and parcel with being a royal, after all—but absence does not make his heart grow any fonder. His nanny had looked terrified when he said this. She had pressed a finger to her lips and begged him not to say that again, not to say that to anyone. 

When she vanishes, he looks for her. It’s what any child would do.  

He straps his wooden sword to his hip and embarks out of the white manor that is his home into the gnarled woods beyond. Where most children would shy away from the shadows, he strides forward, as brave as his father when it comes to facing the unknown. 

Or at least, as brave as he assumes his father to be. They so rarely interact, despite his name being ‘Silver’ after the armour that the man adorns. Silver, like blades that cut through the night. Silver, like the moon's rays that will touch on new land. The absence of him does not make Silver’s heart grow any fonder either. 

“Nanny?” He calls, his small voice lost to the vast space around him as his neat shoes become muddied from the earth. Assistants had dressed him this morning in fine garbs befitting his position as a young prince. Silver didn’t know why they bothered to begin with. By the end of the day, his knees were always dirty, and his palms scratched up from playing in the woods. Nanny would scold him as she washed the cuts clean and kissed them better, making the wounds vanish into smooth skin. 

When no one replies to his call, he pouts a little as his hand rests on his wooden sword. He isn’t allowed a real one quite yet. He’s still too young, according to his trainer, and needs to perfect working with a wooden sword before receiving iron. A wooden sword is sorely inefficient when it comes to creatures in these woods. Dire Beasts, Stygian Boars, Dryads and Elves—Silver has heard of them all through nanny’s stories at night. 

The Dire Beasts aren’t bad. He can probably climb a tree and wait them out if needed. Stygian Boars often just rooted around the dirt and could be easily bypassed so long as you didn’t spook them. Dryads and Elves, though, are more complicated. Dryads can use nature to their advantage and Elves can use their sharp tongues. Silver knows better than to cross paths with either of them. 

But he needs to find his nanny, and quickly. He wonders if perhaps she’s gone into the woods again to collect flowers and strayed off the path. He used to wake up every morning with a new bouquet by his bedside of flowers he’s never seen before—dark purple and tempting. By the evening, the flowers are gone, but the joy of waking up with them lingers in his memory. 

The space grows darker as he continues to navigate over roots of trees older than even his parents. His small hand grasps the wood to leverage himself as the air grows heavy and a new scent begins to invade him. It smells ancient as well and makes his nose curl as he wanders down an embankment. 

His path is soon interrupted by the sight of someone kneeling by the river that runs below, her back hunched as she appears to be washing something in the stream. He can hear her humming a soft, mournful sounding song as her hands work in a rhythmic manner, dipping the cloth beneath the stream before raising it up and submerging it again. It’s a mesmerizing motion that draws him closer to where she kneels. However, when his foot lands on a twig, making it snap under the weight of his body, the woman ceases her motions and turns her head to look his way. 

She’s an older woman, with the beginnings of wrinkles lining her face and a headscarf concealing her hair. Her dark brown eyes seem to peer right through him as her lips tilt down into a frown and she straightens up. “Boy. Why do you watch me from the shadows?” 

Silver feels the flush of embarrassment burn his cheeks as he rises, walking forward until he draws to a stop a few feet away from the woman. The wooden sword hits against his thigh as he moves, and the woman's gaze watches it with interest. When he’s close—but not too close—he wrings his hands together with a down-turned gaze. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you,” he begins, studying the rocks by his feet as he speaks. “Can you help me?” 

“Help?” The woman’s hoarse tone pitches in amusement as he hears water sloshing again. He looks up to see that she’s resumed her washing. At a closer distance, he can also see the wicker basket by her side, the edge of another cloth peeking out from beneath the lid. “What a peculiar request. Most don’t want my help.” 

Silver thinks this a rather odd thing to say, but he rationalizes that perhaps others are just more cautious, and likely don’t have a missing nanny to worry about. The woman washes quietly for a moment before speaking again as she sets her cloth on a nearby rock to dry. It’s a white linen shirt, in a style that Silver had seen a few of his father’s fellow soldier’s wear. “What is a child like you doing wandering these woods alone?” 

“My nanny is missing. She likes to come into these woods to pick flowers, and I think she may have become lost.” Silver inches forward to squat near the woman by the stream. His small hand reaches out to splash in the water as the woman opens her wicker basket. “I was wondering if—”

His words cut off when he sees what the woman pulls out. It’s another linen skirt, like what his nanny would wear, but this one is not just white. A violent, scarlet stain mars the front of it, accompanied by the pungent smell of copper that makes his breath stutter as he falls back on his rear. His wooden sword clacks against the stones he lands on. The washerwoman seems unaffected by his reaction as she submerges the shirt into the stream and begins to scrub it. 

“Wondering if I have seen her?” The washerwoman then prompts as she scrubs away. Silver gawks at the sight. The only time he’d seen blood before is when he’s fallen and scraped up his hands on the cobbles in the palace’s courtyard. Even then, this was just a little blood. The skirt that the washerwoman is cleaning has far more than a little. Mutely, he nods. 

The washerwoman turns the fabric over before looking at him again. Her dark eyes seem far more lifeless and ancient now that he was closer to her side. “What is your nanny’s name?” 

The question makes him blink. He didn’t know his nanny’s name. She had only been ‘nanny’ to him, or ‘servant’ to the other nobles in the court. His hands reach down to nervously wring the bottom of his shirt. “I… I don’t know. But she’s a fae! With gold hair, grey eyes, and a kindest heart. I miss her. I want her to come home.”

His description makes the woman pause as her hands remain in the creek. Her face reveals none of what she’s thinking. “What is your name?” 

“Silver?” His answer comes out as a question as he frowns. He isn’t too sure why who he is has importance here. He’s looking for his nanny—shouldn’t she be the focus of the washerwoman’s questions? 

Still, the woman hums as she resumes her washing. “Your father is a knight, yes? What is it that you think he does?” 

“He helps people, of course. Lots of people like my father. But... I need to find my nanny, and he’s too busy to help me. Have you seen her?” Silver tries to turn the conversation back to his nanny again. He’s beginning to feel worried about how he still hasn’t found her, and soon it will be mid-afternoon. He’s been walking for a while in these woods now. 

“You must think of him as a noble man. What of your mother?”

“She’s a princess. She helps people too.” He can feel his worry growing as the washerwoman keeps cleaning. The creek ran red for a moment before clearing up again. When the washerwoman sets the skirt on the rock and reaches in her basket again, Silver winces and looks away. 

“You must think of her as a noble woman. Do they spend much time with you, or is it just your nanny?” 

“It’s… mostly just my nanny. She’s always with me, which is why I need to find her. Something isn’t right.” He looks back when he hears her hands submerge in the water again. The creek runs red once more as she twists and turns the fabric. “Please, have you seen her?” 

“Does your nanny let you out beyond the palace walls? Let you accompany your family?” The washerwoman’s lips turn to a frown—another brief expression of emotion. “Does she let you know how noble your family truly is?”

Silver feels himself shrinking back as the washerwoman’s voice drops. Slowly, he shakes his head. “No. I don’t see my mother and father often. They’re always busy, and nanny doesn’t like me to find them until they’ve been back for a few days.”  

The washerwoman nods as if this all makes perfect sense to her. She sits back on her ankles again before looking at him. Water drips off her forearms and a strand of dull brown hair has fallen free from beneath her headscarf. The washerwoman wrings out the clothing item she’s holding before tossing it aside with a carelessness that startles Silver. 

“Your nanny will not be returning to you. Your family is not as noble as you think. Go home, and do not let your court placate you any further. I detest having to wash the clothing of a child.” Her voice is dull and monotone as she grabs her wicker basket, now almost empty save for one more article of clothing. She pulls it out and Silver notes that this garb seems more expensive looking than the rest. It’s a silk shirt, and for a moment he thinks it looks like the one his father wore the last time he saw it. This, too, is marred by a brutal red stain across the front. 

“What do you mean she won’t be returning? Please, I need to find her!” His disregards caution as he inches forward, his small hand grabbing for the washerwoman’s arm. When he touches her skin, it’s as though his entire body is plunged into ice water, like it’s him that the woman is holding beneath the stream. She jerks her arm free with a gasp and it’s with this motion that he sees the sharp teeth she’s been hiding. She is not human—she’s fae, precisely like his nanny. 

“You may be young, but I do not believe in blinding the youth. Ask your father what your uncle truly does—ask why your uncle was the last to request your nanny’s presence. Do not go further into these woods. Your golden hair and good heartedness will not provide you the kindness and security that your towering palace walls do.” The washerwoman wrings out the shirt before tossing it into her wicker basket. She grabs the other items from the rock—somehow already dry despite just being set down—and tosses them into the basket as well. “Your nanny was a fae. It would be wise, young prince, to begin asking why so many of the fae that once served you are now absent.” 

Silver stares at the washerwoman in mute shock as she rises, tucking the wicker basket under her arm with a blank expression once more. Now that she was standing he could see other aspects of her indicative of her heritage. Her nails are clawed, her skin unnaturally pallid, and the hem of her skirt is stained like the clothing she cleans. She looks like death incarnate—and despite his child's mind, Silver begins to realize that something is deeply amiss. 

“I don’t…” he begins, wanting to know more, wanting to ask the woman what she knows about his nanny. Tears threaten to spill from his eyes as he scrambles to his feet. The wooden sword attached to his hip now feels even more worthless than before. 

The washerwoman hesitates. Her kind is not apt to console, or express kindness—she washes the clothing of those about to meet their end in a dispassionate manner. But the look of loss on Silver’s face and the harrowing future she sees before him causes her hand to reach out and tenderly brush back a few strands of his golden hair. It’s a brief comfort that she offers before drawing back. “Go home. It will soon be time for you to grow up, and you must not allow yourself to be blinded by those around you.” 

These are the last words she speaks before Silver blinks and she’s gone. The only traces of her are the wet stains on the rocks and the faint, lingering scent of copper. He can feel hot tears running down his cheeks, which he wipes away with a sniffle before grabbing his wooden sword again. 

His nanny is gone, and his family knows where she went. The sting of betrayal lingers in Silver’s chest as he turns heel and begins to run back down the path he came from. Even though he’s still a child, he knows now that something is amiss—and he’s going to find the truth, no matter what may stand in his way.

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒙𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 9818 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒔 ; 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “cold hands now darling? we will have to fix that up, won’t we.” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ 9819

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱ ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ grim reaper

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ chinese

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 34

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ male

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ estp

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ the bloodstained, stygian, the day orchid, leader of the garnet frost, blood in the snow.

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. long, straight white hair that goes down to waist

𖹭. piercing maroon red eyes with slitted pupils, white lashes and brows

𖹭. pale skin tone. slim facial structure with a mixture of sharp and soft features

𖹭. 6’6” with an a build that borders to athletic, very toned

𖹭. rows of sharp teeth. typically wears a black, half mask on his lower face

𖹭. talon-like nails

𖹭. small amethysts on his fingertips, long slender hands, covered in silver and amethyst rings

𖹭. amethyst crystal nails, riddled with silver rings and nail jewellery

𖹭. at work he dons greys and blacks aesthetic combat clothes for better stealth and blending in with crowd. outside that, gentle creams and white robes with amethyst coloured touches to some of the sleeves and cuts, intricately designed.

𖹭. sometimes wears a black bamboo hat with a veil hanging from it

𖹭. lots of pouches around his his waist and curving down to his left hip, with bottles of flames inside of them along with powders and weapons.

𖹭. two standard lobe piercings with amethyst and onyx

𖹭. red makeup, dark red lipstick and dark eyeliner

 

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. the silent type, rather intimidating, especially with the way that he speaks and his aloof presentation

𖹭. he speaks rather dryly, and can be quite blunt. sarcasm galore and quite sharp-tongued

𖹭. quite confident and not one to back down easily

𖹭. deceptive, a very good liar. calculative and methodical. can even be a bit cunning

𖹭. can be extremely stubborn and a bit hardheaded. he needs someone to put him in his place.

𖹭. can be brutally honest and blunt to people he struggles to communicate with

𖹭. flexible, good at adapting to new environments

𖹭. workaholic, takes his work very seriously.

𖹭. doesn’t mind bickering purely for the fun of it

𖹭. very calm and serene once that hard shell washes off of him

𖹭. really funny once you get to know him, lots of dry and sarcastic humour.

𖹭. can get extremely jealous but tries to suppress it because he doesn’t like that side of him

𖹭. might take him a second or two to catch onto a few drifts, specifically that of emotions

𖹭. despite his dryness, he is a generous and kindhearted at soul.

𖹭. very gentle with the people he holds dear

 

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. adores taking you out on dates. whether it be to restaurants, fancy or the ones that are loved by the city communities. just spoiling you in general gets him happy. he adores twirling you around the street after, hearing your laughs.

𖹭. takes you home to his mansion often and cuddles you up in the living room, wandering off to the kitchen to go prepare snacks for the two of you, along with any drink you’d like.

𖹭. he likes to sit down with you and trace patterns in the palms of your hands. lips roaming your knuckles each time you turn your hands over.

𖹭. really likes giving you massages and making sure all of the knots in your back loosing up, so that you feel refreshed and able to move freely. he gets very concerned about your physical wellbeing.

𖹭. at rare times, when he feels paranoid, he takes you with him to his work. leaving you there at the garnet frost syndicate. assuring his assassins all keep you safe, lest they want their next paycheck to be a bunch of dead rats.

𖹭. sometimes takes you to the outer city. so that the two of you can stay by the forest and just relax there for a bit. don’t like the forest? no problem, he knows all sorts of places you could go if you’d like.

𖹭. sometimes struggles to word how much he loves you and sits down to write small love notes and letters, his main love language is through cooking and acts of service. and gifting.

𖹭. adores each and every part of you, and loves it when you snatch his clothes and dress up in them. he allows you, because one. you look adorable and two. it wards anyone who think they have a chance with you away.

𖹭. whenever you return his dry humour, you have him on the floor. it’s not often one sees the assassin leader fall off the couch and clutch his stomach laughing from any little joke.

𖹭. extremely gentle with you. sometimes through a little bit of a stern way with himself especially when it comes to getting you out of situations that he could’ve accidentally roped you into. but it’s never to make you sad

 

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. combat: highly skilled in combat. in several martial arts and fighting techniques

𖹭. excellent stealth: extremely stealthy, one of his best traits

𖹭. weapon proficiency: has a large weapon arsenal - highly skilled in numerous categories

𖹭. the maroon sword: a bloodied sword conjured by his own form of blood magic. this sword can suck the blood away from his enemies slowly. however, this is an ability he can only use when he has collected enough blood already from other oppontments

𖹭. boiling blood: should any of the opponments close to him have any sort of open wound on them, he can cast a spell that makes the blood boil physically momentarily, leaving them in a pained state for 2 minutes. this spell also exhausts him, so he does not use it often unless he is attempting to finish off an assassination or run.

𖹭. soul-reaping: talisen has the ability to reap more than 500 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

𖹭. vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

𖹭. dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

𖹭. hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

𖹭. heightened senses: heightened senses of smell, sight, hearing, touch and taste.

𖹭. enhanced bodily function: advanced strength, advanced speed and agility

 

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

𖹭. d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it.

𖹭. extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

𖹭. fading: occurs when a reaper goes through immense hurt and pain. their physical form quite literally begins to disappear, making them appear transparent. it can be a very painful process, both emotionally and physically. until their physical form eventually fades away and their soul moves on to the afterlife

𖹭. boiling blood: like mentioned earlier, this spell can weigh heavily on Xiyang, as it needs a bit of his own blood sacrificed to cast the spell and send it to another. think of it as putting fire to your blood, and then throwing it at someone’s wound. it’s exhausting.

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. yuè mèng yáo: mother

𖹭. zhào mùchén: father

𖹭. zhào jìngyí: older brother

𖹭. zhào hàoyú: older brother

𖹭. zhào haitāo: younger twin brother

𖹭. zhào yizé: younger brother

𖹭. zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling

𖹭. denara agyros: girlfriend

𖹭. rishen herrera: indifferent

𖹭. alessio agresta arias: work partner, close friend

𖹭. shī jùn lái: enemy

𖹭. shī tài: enemy

 

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

crimson in white. blood in the snow.

such is what is known of the feared and respected mercenary boss of the garnet frost. known for sharp eyes and an icy exterior to match his snow motifs. silent to most, yet unafraid to spill his tongue in sarcasm and bluntness.

secretive, callous, it’s the reputation he’s built himself — one many other reapers frown upon, especially when his occupation is taken into regard.

a grim reaper and assassin, why, it’s almost blasphemous.

even members of the government council scoff.

alas, what can they do? he’s a fearsome ally so they might as well keep their lips shut. and he’ll continue his business as usual. serene and elegant despite the trail of blood he leaves behind.

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. he is the leader of the garnet frost syndicate, an assassin guild

𖹭. the garnet frost is located on a large estate on water not too far off of the shore of elritea. it is, in fact, a hybrid airship

𖹭. he speaks chinese and english

𖹭. he is learning greek as a surprise for denara.

𖹭. he really, really, really, likes denara’s pet: meenu and treats him like he is his son.

𖹭. he plays the húlúsī, is quite skilled at it actually.

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 55

prompt: fairy tale elements

fandoms: hq, mdzs, merlin, tgcf, yoi

hq

The Golden Chapel by Heronfem

(mature)

Arms and the man I sing,—not as of old The Mantuan bard his mighty verse unrolled, But in such humbler strains as may beseem Light changes rung on a fantastic theme.

Or, a Knight comes in search of the Golden Chapel to finish his quest. The Chapel's guardians and trial makers finish theirs as well.

mdzs

the sleeper's gift by iliacquer

(graphic depictions of violence)

“When you were a baby, I claimed your life and your death,” says Wei Ying. “Before your nineteenth birthday, you’ll prick your finger on something sharp and fall into a sleep like death. No mortal man or woman will be able to wake you. I’m sorry.”

He doesn't sound sorry.

Or: The fairytale retelling where Wei Wuxian is Maleficent and Lan Wangji is Sleeping Beauty.

Turn Left by kianspo

(mature)

“Make me so ugly that no one will ever want me,” he says. “Please.”

Or: Lan Wangji is kidnapped from the Lan Clan when he's still a small child. He retains no memories of his real identity, and only knows himself as a servant at Madam Ji's brothel. When the clients begin to look at him with interest, he finds someone to curse him and take away his true appearance, and with it any chance of ever finding his family.

(Not a brothel fic, that's only the starting point. A Wangxian story. A Twin Jades story.)

the rivers start to sing by fruitys

(mature)

Just when the sun has risen high enough to shine its weak rays through the little window, the man wakes up. Wei Wuxian is waiting for him, the iron cooking pan held tightly in one hand and Xiao Pingguo perched on his shoulder. Crows always look a little menacing, Wei Wuxian thinks — he hopes he cuts an intimidating figure now, with his crow and his cooking pan. He’s too skinny, not as strong as he used to be, and he doesn’t have a sword. But he has the Stygian Tiger Seal, tucked safely into one of his sleeves. He doesn’t need physical strength for that. Now he adjusts his grip on the pan. “Who are you?” he demands. The man blinks at him, runs his eyes up and down the length of Wei Wuxian’s body. They’re very pale, almost gold. “My name is Lan Wangji.”

Or: Wei Wuxian is locked in a tower. Lan Wangji finds him.

green sleeves growing cold by mistergoblin

Something flickers in dark eyes. A responding lick of flame. Lan Wangji cannot put a name to it — but it angers him, angers him as does the small satisfied curl to Wei Wuxian’s mouth, as does the shameless pout which replaces it.

Lan Wangji cannot understand him.

Lan Wangji cannot control him.

Lan Wangji is going to be driven mad.

(In which, to keep her son safe, Madam Lan creates a curse)

merlin

The Frog Prince by Clea2011

Canon era AU. A teenage Arthur is hit by a mutation spell intended for Uther. Unable to speak and hidden away by his father because of his appearance, Arthur is left lonely and isolated. A few years later Gaius takes on a new apprentice, someone who can understand Arthur and see through the enchantment. Someone with magic.

But breaking the spell was never going to be easy.

tgcf

Memento Vivere by IceEckos12

(mature) (graphic depictions of violence)

Though Jun Wu’s expression was drawn with sympathy, his eyes were apathetic as he watched Xie Lian thrash in the dirt. “What a monstrous thing you tried to do, Xianle,” he murmured, letting his hand drop to his side. “What a terrible, monstrous thing.”

In one universe, Xie Lian makes a request, and Jun Wu agrees.

In another universe, Jun Wu changes the terms.

The Bride Selection by trufflehargau

Xie Lian held up the flyer, and squinted at it through the eye-holes of his mask. Beneath the words ‘Join the Selection! Be the Ghost King’s Bride!’ the sweeping eaves rendered in wobbly black ink matched the silhouette of the building in the distance. Paradise Manor. The Ghost King’s home.

-

...The Princess and the Pea retelling? Set before the events of the novel. The Ghost King of Paradise Manor is selecting a bride. Xie Lian doesn't really know what he's doing there.

and at last, i've found my light by astrocosmos

For sixteen years, all that Xie Lian could see of the world was confined to the small windowsill of a forgotten tower—that is, until a lanky man with an eyepatch and a crooked smile came crashing right through it, disturbing the life of solitude he thought he had accepted long ago.

or; the tale of a lost prince and the one person who never stopped searching

yoi

perigee, apogee by seventhstar

Once upon a time, there was a thief who stole the prince of the moon.

hood & glove by Fahye, hawberries

"I don't mess with the fae," Otabek says.

"I'm not asking you to mess with them," JJ flat-out lies.

the dream that you wish will come true by seventhstar, sixthmoon (seventhstar) 

As the prince, whose isolation made even the single fiddle and informal dance of a party of servants overwhelming, observed them from the side of the room, a young man with dark eyes and dark hair approached him.

“Excuse me,” he said to the prince, his cheeks flushed from the wine. “Would you like to dance?”

The prince had danced without a partner for the whole of his short life.

“Oh,” the prince said. Within him a single bud began to bloom. “I would.”

A prince locked in a tower, a dancer without a partner...and a witch without love.

[tewwor]

* & NEW VERSE — ZHONG JIEGOU & J.JK .

they say that people were once fearful of a great mongrel whose only purpose was to consume both the sun and moon at once. every eclipse, a stygian deep hound would soar high into the sky — maw peeled wide, wild eyes keen on the all-bright star and natural satellite. bellowing drums and sky high fireworks would be animated to scare off the giant beast. and it worked, bought them enough time for the proper sorcerers to arrive. send their holy arrows arcing with deadly precision to fell the midnight brute.

radiance always struck true and the blight would always be vanquished.

no one's really sure how he came to be or when exactly, but one thing's for certain. this shadow dark creature snapping fangs and endless hunger is doomed to eternal suffering. bound to reincarnate from a falling meteorite, live out his days starving — famished for the taste of twin celestial bodies, only to die time and time again. the cycle always repeats. unrelenting and agonizing until the very last breath.

FORMS .

CURSE — made of pure darkness and whirling shadows, jie's true curse form is of a colossal hound. he gains more powerful in this form the closer to an eclipse, and becomes nearly impossible to kill without the use of a special cursed weapon that utilizes holy arrows.

HUMAN — as a curse that was both born from the visceral fear of both tiangou and its supporters, he's come to have control over dual forms. as a human, he stands at around six feet even. short black hair that's styled forward with shaved sides. he's built solid with an air of needle thin patience and intimidation.

ABILITIES .

airwalking: jie is able to walk on thin air and treat it like a solid matter. They can run and move across the air as if walking on the ground, giving them greater maneuverability in their environment.

intangibility: able to move through objects and ignore most physical effects by choice.

fang & claw growth: able to grow and extend fangs and claws regardless of form.

invisibility: able to render themselves unseen by the naked eye and become invisible in visible spectrum. The user can move about an environment unseen by others and act without being observed.

shapeshifting: between beast and man.

domain expansion: tba

MISC. INFO .

important to note difference between main verse & j.jk verse — jie isn't permanently killed whenever he dies of a holy arrow. he will always still reincarnate as long as there is existing fear of tiangou.

he is hostile, yes, but most of it stems from the cyclical frustration of impulsive hunger and impending death. he isn't able to stop himself from trying to eat the sun and moon despite desperately wishing so. there have been the occasional human casualties over time, but most of it is due to being caught in the crossfire or collateral damage. he does not hunger to kill them for entertainment or sustenance.

he just wants a damn break and cook.

[noblehcart]

GENERAL.

NAMES:

Bet'anya Agriosa ( Atlantean goddess of Wrath, Misery & the Hunt ) ; also called 'Bethany'

previous life as Bathymaas ( Egyptian goddess of Justice)

in her modern reincarnated verse she goes by 'Bethania Al-Galal'

NICKNAMES: Bet, Beth, Princess of Thebes DOB: June 25, 9527 B.C PHYSICAL FEATURES: thick dark hair, golden-green eyes, tawny skin, lean-athletic build HEIGHT: 5ft 6in tall PARENTS: Symfora & Set FC: Dina Denoire LANGUAGES SPOKEN: Egyptian/Arabic, Atlantean , Greek, Latin , English, French BACKGROUND:

Bet'anya / Bethany is the reincarnation of Bathymaas, an Egyptian goddess of justice, though for millennia she had no memory of that life after losing her love Aricles. Reborn now as an Atlantean goddess she and other gods of the Atlantean Pantheon are tasked with finding a god named Apostolos. Along the way however while in mortal form ( a blind young woman) she falls in love with the young handsome peasant soldier named Hector, who she much later discovers is actually the General Prince Styxx of Didymos, Commander of the Stygian Omada. The same young man who she waged war against when he warred against her city-state of Atlantis unknowing that he was her beloved Hector.

She eventually learned of Styxx's identity and told him that she was Set's daughter, but did not tell him she was a goddess. She planned to give up her godhood and live as a mortal with him as she was pregnant with their child, but just before their wedding, another Atlantean goddess- Apollymi , mother to the hunted Apostolos, obliterated the entire Atlantean pantheon in rage of what was done to her son.

Bethany and the other Atlantean gods existed as non-sentient statues in the island of Katoteros, the Atlantean equivalent of Olympus, for eleven thousand years. Bethany and Styxx's son was miraculously spared by Apollymi, and the child was placed in another woman to be delivered and raised.

The Atlantean gods were eventually reawakened but Bethany was not because both halves of her heart were missing. Her father, Set, had removed and hidden one half after Aricles died and Bathymaas went on a vengeful rampage; the other half died and was reborn with Styxx. The jealous greek goddess Leto had now stolen Set's half and used this to summon Bathymaas and trick her into killing Styxx. When Styxx was reborn yet again, now with his Chthonian powers that were denied to him at birth, the couple was finally reunited and Bethany was whole. They delightedly discovered their son had survived and was still alive going by the name Urian and later their second son, Aricles, was born just nine months later.

Modern /Reincarnation verse:

In which Bethany (refer to main bio) did die in the attack on the Atlantean gods and was later reborn in modern as Bethania Al-Galal. Set once again fathered her with an especially bright Egyptian-Greek historian woman who had no idea that her one night stand had been with an Egyptian god. Bethania is doted on by her mother and her step-father who loves her dearly as his own tragedy however seems forever destined to haunt all her lives as she loses both her parents in a terrible train crash in her late teens. Determined to continue their work, Bethania goes on to become an archeologist in the cut throat world of antiquities in Egypt.

One day, however, she found herself pick pocketed by a young boy who stole a small artifact off her person, she managed to catch up to him trying to sell it to a vendor in exchange for food. Moved by the state of him and his clear desperation for food she pays him for her own artifact and buys him food to eat. The eight year old, Gale Urian Peters, eventually confesses that he ran away from an orphanage, that his parents, an English man and Greek mother, had been murdered and that he had no other family. Knowing just what that was like she offers him a job as her assistant with room, board, food and pay and he delightedly accepts.

They immediately become exceptionally close and quickly slip into that of mother & son, referring to each other as such. Now Bethania (26) with her right hand & son , Gale (10), are one of Egypt's best upcoming archeologists earning more than plenty of rivals and enemies in every corner of Cairo with how eerie both are able to discover ancient sites with relative ease.

[beyond-the-rabbit-hole]

Salutations, my dearest fool! May I request that you rank all your Habits from ultimate top to ultimate bottom? Bonus points if you include all Habits canon to the Bugsy-verse

A Habit Ultimate Top to Bottom Ranking - From Bottom to Top - 18+

Features: Everyone - 2024/04/09 (Excluding Centralia) Warnings: 18+ MINORS GET OUTTA HERE THIS AIN'T FOR YOU

Fairmount - We already know he’s the biggest bottom ever, but he’s aware of his ranking.

Boardbit - He thinks he’s a top. He is not. You can obliterate him, but it comes with a fight.

Voyeurbit - He’s okay with bottoming, but has more top energy than Fairmount and Boardbit.

Jeffbit - He’s a bottom, but he gets perceived as a top. He’s not sure how that happened.

Showbit - He will insist he’s not a bottom, but he doesn’t have the strength, or care, to top.

Evbit - He’s just happy to be involved! Top? Bottom? He’s beyond that! (He’s a switch).

Evan Corenthal - Again, he’s just happy to be involved, but he’s more top leaning (Barely).

Evan Gallows - He’s also more of a switch, but his goal is making his partner feel good!

Loathesome - He doesn’t care for sex at all, but if he’s put in that position, he’s topping.

Deepbit - He’s a top, but pretty lazy about it so somehow his partner will do all the work.

Forgotten - He can top, but he’s more verbal than physical with it. Happy to be there, if tired.

Alternaria - He’s a top, and a bit of a scary one. Partner will 100% leave infected with mold.

Stygianbit - He can top, but it typically doesn’t end with his partner still alive afterwards.

McHabit - He tops, and he’s fucking weird about it. Imagine being dommed by a clown. Yeah.

Stephbit - She’s got massive top energy and she knows it, her partner can’t walk after.

Northstar - He’s the kind of top that gets enjoyment out of overstimulating his partner.

Octantis - Similar to North, but add degrading comments and his smug demeanor on top.

Overall, worst at sex would be Boardbit, Showbit, Loathesome, Deepbit and Alternaria.

Best at sex would be Octantis, Northstar, Stephbit, Evan Gallows, Evan Corenthal and Evbit.

Do not bone Stygian, you will 100% die. The hole is not worth it.

[wildtige429]

Transformers Dimension

Since Transformers: Animated would make its appearance in the KNS verse, I would like to point out some things in the story.

Septron is a planet next to Cybertron and Velocitron where ten tribes of Transformers live harmoniously alongside the elements, abundantely robotic planet where nature and machine live harmoniously as equals. When the war happened, sure many of the Septronians joined the factions but there is one group of Septronians who formed a mismatched group led by a mysterious Stygian named Rogue, but for the space humans, Autobots and Decepticons, he was nicknamed The Phantom due to his tribe being associated with the supernatural.

His group compose of Autobots, Neutrals and even Decepticons who chose to become renegades when they see the wrongs of their factions. Because of their members, they were crudely called The Strays.

They were 'exiled' to Earth and for the past fifty years, they've learned everything from the culture and language of the humans. Also, they planned to end the war when the AllSpark finds itself on the planet and that long-lost enemies thought to be dead are felt lurking on Earth.

Anyway, here are the Septronian Tribes:-

Stygians - The Stygians of Styx are a very mysterious tribe that kept themselves secretive in the shadows. Their led by a Shadowlord and worship the Forger (robot god) of Death, Doomscythe alongside their cousin tribe, the Vulpians and the Soulwalkers. Their logo is a sickle forming a question mark.

Kemonoids - Descendants of the fierce Predacona that take the form of animals with some being triple changers. They are led by a Beastlord that was Hellburst and worship the Forger of Animals, Lionheart Lux, alongside the Thunderians and Tepesites. Their logo is a roaring beast head.

Aquarians - An all-female tribe of water dwellers who were nearly wiped out by Transformer Hunters, leaving a few survivors scattered across the tribes, later led by Sealord Razortooth. They worship the Forger of Water, Otohime Lux. Their logo is a shark.

Arborians - A tree-dwelling tribe that dwells in the jungles of Arbora. They are equipped with very long retractable tails and great swiftness of monkeys. They, alongside the elusive Cloakers, worship the Jungle Forger, Tarzan Lux, and are led by a Treelord. Their logo is a tree.

Florians - An all-male tribe of plant-bending bots that live in the swamplands of Arbora and are said to deal in Dark Arcane (black magic in Cybertronian term). They worship the Swamp Forger, Mossblight, and are led by a Swamplord, formerly Quickstrike. Their logo is a leaf.

Scraplanders - Scraplanders are a barbarian tribe, living with the berserkers, the Ravagers and the underground-dwelling Subterrans. They have a post-apocalyptic appearance and lifestyle as well as making anything out of scraps and are led by Scraplord Onehand. They, with the Ravagers and Subterrans, worship the Forger of Deserts, Rampage. Their logo is a cross arms of a wrench and sword.

Septronian Seekers - Living on the floating continent of Stormasphere with the Stormites, what makes them different from Cybertronian Seekers is that they are led by a Skylord and some are said to have acidic venom in their claws, weapons and fangs. They worship the Serpent Forger, Ophiuca Lux, and their logo is a winged snake.

Stormites - Airbending robots who enjoy most of their time flying. Despite their aerial abilities, their alt modes are practically land vehicles or land animals mostly. They worship the Forger of Storms, Typhoonus, and are led by a Stormlord. Their logo is a tornado.

Pyronians - A tribe of very fiery, firebending and fire-powered robots that live on the volcanic land of Pyron. They are led by Flamelord Infernus, worship the Forger of Fire, Agni Lux, and their logo is a fire.

Arcticans - A tribe of snowy white robots with icy powers and immunity to the harsh cold temperatures of Arctica. They, with the therianthropic Robotropes, worship the Wolf Forger, Howlback, and are led by Blizzardlord Blizzardbane. Their logo is a snowflake.

Robotropes - Robots that can turn into werebeasts under a full moon or at will. Their bite, just like the Tepesites, can turn any bot, including an organic being, into a were-bot. They are led by a Werelord and their logo is a howling beast.

Tepesites - Vampiric robots with some of their alt modes being vampire bats and a bite from them can turn any bot, including an organic, into a vamp-bot. They are led by a Bloodlord and their logo is an evil eye.

Thunderians - An electricfying tribe of lightning-powered and lightning-bending bots led by Thunderlord Lightningrod and his mate, Sparkrod. Their logo is a thunderbolt.

Vulpians - Evolved turbofoxes whose alt modes are foxes and like the mythical kitsunes, they have supernatural powers. They are led by Foxlord Tailflame and their logo is a fox.

Subterrans - A tribe of eartbending, underground dwelling robots who enjoy digging their way through the ground the fighting. They are led by Stonelord Blindspot and her mate, Sonicrock. Their logo is a rock.

Ravagers - A tribe of berserkers who are said to wear the armor plates and even organic bones of their enemies as armor, weapons and trophies. They are led by a Desertlord namely called the Ravager King, who wore the skulls of every Transformer Hunters and armor plates of a fleet of Decepticons.

Cloakers - Transformers who can blend into their surroundings and turn invisible like chameleons. They are led by Mirrorlord Discordia and their logo are lights.

Arcanians - Transformers who are experts in casting arcane (Cybertronian term for magic) and are said to have strange anomalies. They are led by Magiclord Mephisto and his mate, Lilith, and their logo is a pentagram.

Soulwalkers - A very elusive tribe of ghostly-looking robots that can teleport in a wink of an eye. It is said that when they sleep, they turn into organic beings based on the planet they are on. It is believed that Soulstone mastered their soulwalking to trick his way into organic civilizations before roboticizing the entire planet into an Energon-mining planet like what he did to the other 80 planets, that are not overrun by zombots (robot zombies). They are led by a Ghostlord and their logo is a spirit.

[chorusfm]

Albums in Stores – Feb 9th, 2024

If you hit read more you can see all the releases we have in our calendar for the week. Hit the comments to access our forums and talk about what came out today, what albums you picked up, and to make mention of anything we may have missed. A Knife In The Dark / Heavens Die – Split EPAll This Filth – Tomorrow Will Be BetterAureole – Alunarian BellmasterBrittany Howard – What NowCarlby – Modern Warfare Emo 2Cell – The Unbearable FormCephid – Sparks In The DarknessChapel Of Disease – Echoes Of LightChelsea Wolfe – She Reaches Out To She Reaches Out To SheCompany Vacation – Okay HeadspaceCrush++ – Power PleasureDeclan McKenna – What Happened To The Beach?Dhani Harrison – INNERSTANDINGDucks Ltd – Harm’s WaydiscussFall Europa – King PariahFool Of Stars – The Everything Under Your FeetFrank Carter & the Rattlesnakes – Dark RainbowFull Assault – Dying WorldGalleons – Violent DelightsGoodbye Meteor – We Could Have Been RadiantHannes Grossmann – Echoes Of EternityHaystack – Doomsday Goes AwayHelado Negro – PhasorHulder – Verses In OathInfected Rain – TimeLacuna Coil – Doomsday TapesLinchpin – Blossoming DecayMC Lars & Schaffer The Darklord – 999Madi Diaz – Weird FaithMeltway – Nothing Is RealMorbid Saint – Swallowed By HellMy Life Story – Loving You Is Killing MeNormandie – DopamineOzymandias Eye – Fear PlaguePetrification – Sever Sacred LightSNAYX – Better DaysShadowdance – AgelessShane Driscoll – Intrusive Thoughts And Usual DeathShygirl – Club ShySnuffed – Lobotomy DreamSonic Youth – Walls Have EarsSpectral Voice – SparagmosSpiritual Deception – Semitae MentisThe Chisel – What A Fucking NightmareThe Forecast – Good Journey discussThe Last Ten Sconds Of Life – No Name GravesThe Pineapple Thief – It Leads To ThisThe Problem With Kids Today – Born To RockThe Sorcerers – I Too Am A StrangerThe Strumbellas – Part Time BelieverThe Stygian Complex – Suffer With Me (Instrumentals)The Telescopes – Growing Eyes Becoming StringThe Vaccines – Pick-Up Full Of Pink CarnationsTheophonos – Ashes In The Huron RiverTorchia – Arcane MagicaeTorres – What An Enormous RoomVera Sola – PeacemakerWhere Oceans Burn – The Faces We PortrayYellowcard & Hammock – A Hopeful SignZara Larsson – Venusnothing,nowhere. – Dark MagictAKiDA – The Agony Flame --- Thanks to helloiamzach for providing additional contributions to this week’s list. You can check out and support his weekly music podcast It’s Not A Phase or follow him on his socials. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/albums-in-stores-today/albums-in-stores-feb-9th-2024/

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Things i learned tonight:

-Dante’s Divine Comedy is 100 cantos (verses?) split into 3 parts: Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven; Inf. has 34 cantos and the others have 33.

-The story follows his journey alongside Virgil (the Greek Roman poet who wrote the Aeneid, which follows Aeneus, who was a Trojan [from Troy, an island in modern Turkey] who, with divine guidance, founded Rome [?] to civilize the world)

-malevolent comes from bad wishes; think volition

-the Malebranche(s?) were demons who were tasked with torturing the greedy (?) extortionists and politicians (?) who tried to surface from the lake of boiling pitch; each of the demons were named after contemporary “celebrity” figures and I think is something like a tongue-in-cheek pun making fun of them

-Limbo is the “top” layer of Hell, where there is no punishment except lack of connection to the divine (sounds familiar, living the same life but lacking a greater meaning… truly a mild form of hell). Jesus lifts several renowned souls from here into Paradise.

-Achilles was in the second layer, lust, for being lured to his death by someone’s daughter

-Joe Jonas was at Virgil Abloh’s funeral, and the entire wikipedia page for that man is some absolute rich people shit (no offense to the guy I don’t really know much about him)

-the Bugatti Veyron was named for an engineer who helped design it and was supposedly sold at a substantial loss per car; only 450 were build, and its top speed is between 250 and 300 miles per hour (1 mile every 12 to 15 seconds)

-the Chiron was named for, um, wait sorry I forgot

-Charon is Pluto’s moon; Pluto is also Hades; Charon does not appear to have a Roman counterpart

-Styx comes from the Greek word stugein which means hate. The word Stygian is very cool

-if you weren’t buried with money and couldn’t pay the toll to have Mercury (Hermes) take you across the river Styx, you had to walk its banks for 100 years before you were allowed to cross

-Apollo is both Roman and Greek (?) (was borrowed directly from Greek into Roman) (not confusing at all)

-the Wikipedia page for “list of cultural references in DC” is a mile long and I didn’t even make it through the A’s before it was time for bed

-Arachne challenged Athena to a weaving contest and got turned into a spider… I bet this is where Ancient Greek/Roman people thought spiders came from, like they were all her kin

-wait does this have anything to do with Paradise Lost? (a 1667 epic poem by John Milton… I’ll come back to this one [maybe])

-DC was written in the 1300s and took 20 years to write, Dante Alighieri died shortly after and apparently it was normal back then for it all to be in verse (and I bet I’m missing sooo much nuance by not being able to read it in its original Italian)

-Rome was a (bicameral?) republic until Julius Caesar, who was a dictator, was famously stabbed in the back by Brutus, per William Shakespeare’s play called the same, which was *not* written in old English. After JC died the Roman empire started with Augustus (see July -> August), then Tiberius, the latter two were mentioned in the Bible as the relevant emperors during the events of Jesus’ life

-there was a Roman emperor later on named Titus, which makes me think of Titus Andronicus, which is also a Shakespeare play that I otherwise know nothing about

[lightenedshadow]

@rexmagicae > @petalsbloomed​ liked . ; 

“You are Sunburst correct? 'Twas Princess Twilight who sent you to check up on me I assume? I do recall sending a magic ping that I was doing alright and did not require any further assistance with my research in the archives of ancient Canterlot, did I not?”

Rubbing their eyes Stygian would merely dim their horn light while speaking to the visiting other. As to not irritate his eyes while reading through the multitude of scrolls he had piled on within the dusty archives.  

[uniicornscholar-a]

@aflockoffeatheredmuses​  liked for starter // Stygian 

“Why hello Gordon. It has been a while since we’ve last met. What has brought on this so sudden a visit?”

Thrown off at the sudden visit from his old friend the unicorn would open the front door wider gesturing for them to enter.

“Please do come in and make yourself at home. I can put on a pot of tea if you’d like?”

[9dl]

flower crown crew & Drac @draconiswinters (+ bonus conqueror) @themisadventurescrew

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the grim reaper mercenary boss. ﹚:  zhào xīyáng 9819 .𖹭 ݁

. . . want his love & want his revenge !! 🍒 : “ cold hands now darling? we will have to fix that up, won’t we. ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 9819 

꒰ species ꒱ grim reaper

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese

꒰ age ꒱ 34

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ estp

꒰ alias ꒱ the bloodstained, stygian, the day orchid, leader of the garnet frost, blood in the snow.

꒰ story ꒱ 

crimson in white. blood in the snow.

such is what is known of the feared and respected mercenary boss of the garnet frost. known for sharp eyes and an icy exterior to match his snow motifs. silent to most, yet unafraid to spill his tongue in sarcasm and bluntness.

secretive, callous, it’s the reputation he’s built himself — one many other reapers frown upon, especially when his occupation is taken into regard.

a grim reaper and assassin, why, it’s almost blasphemous.

even members of the government council scoff.

alas, what can they do? he’s a fearsome ally so they might as well keep their lips shut. and he’ll continue his business as usual. serene and elegant despite the trail of blood he leaves behind.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

long, straight white hair that goes down to waist

piercing maroon red eyes with slitted pupils, white lashes and brows

pale skin tone. slim facial structure with a mixture of sharp and soft features

6’6” with an a build that borders to athletic, very toned

rows of sharp teeth. typically wears a black, half mask on his lower face

talon-like nails

small amethysts on his fingertips, long slender hands, covered in silver and amethyst rings

amethyst crystal nails, riddled with silver rings and nail jewellery

at work he dons greys and blacks aesthetic combat clothes for better stealth and blending in with crowd. outside that, gentle creams and white robes with amethyst coloured touches to some of the sleeves and cuts, intricately designed.

sometimes wears a black bamboo hat with a veil hanging from it

lots of pouches around his his waist and curving down to his left hip, with bottles of flames inside of them along with powders and weapons.

two standard lobe piercings with amethyst and onyx

red makeup, dark red lipstick and dark eyeliner

 

꒰ personality ꒱

the silent type, rather intimidating, especially with the way that he speaks and his aloof presentation

he speaks rather dryly, and can be quite blunt. sarcasm galore and quite sharp-tongued

quite confident and not one to back down easily

deceptive, a very good liar. calculative and methodical. can even be a bit cunning

can be extremely stubborn and a bit hardheaded. he needs someone to put him in his place.

can be brutally honest and blunt to people he struggles to communicate with

flexible, good at adapting to new environments

workaholic, takes his work very seriously.

doesn’t mind bickering purely for the fun of it

very calm and serene once that hard shell washes off of him

really funny once you get to know him, lots of dry and sarcastic humour.

can get extremely jealous but tries to suppress it because he doesn’t like that side of him

might take him a second or two to catch onto a few drifts, specifically that of emotions

despite his dryness, he is a generous and kindhearted at soul.

very gentle with the people he holds dear

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

 adores taking you out on dates. whether it be to restaurants, fancy or the ones that are loved by the city communities. just spoiling you in general gets him happy. he adores twirling you around the street after, hearing your laughs.

 takes you home to his mansion often and cuddles you up in the living room, wandering off to the kitchen to go prepare snacks for the two of you, along with any drink you’d like.

 he likes to sit down with you and trace patterns in the palms of your hands. lips roaming your knuckles each time you turn your hands over.

 really likes giving you massages and making sure all of the knots in your back loosing up, so that you feel refreshed and able to move freely. he gets very concerned about your physical wellbeing.

 at rare times, when he feels paranoid, he takes you with him to his work. leaving you there at the garnet frost syndicate. assuring his assassins all keep you safe, lest they want their next paycheck to be a bunch of dead rats.

sometimes takes you to the outer city. so that the two of you can stay by the forest and just relax there for a bit. don’t like the forest? no problem, he knows all sorts of places you could go if you’d like.

sometimes struggles to word how much he loves you and sits down to write small love notes and letters, his main love language is through cooking and acts of service. and gifting.

adores each and every part of you, and loves it when you snatch his clothes and dress up in them. he allows you, because one. you look adorable and two. it wards anyone who think they have a chance with you away.

whenever you return his dry humour, you have him on the floor. it’s not often one sees the assassin leader fall off the couch and clutch his stomach laughing from any little joke.

extremely gentle with you. sometimes through a little bit of a stern way with himself especially when it comes to getting you out of situations that he could’ve accidentally roped you into. but it’s never to make you sad

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

combat: highly skilled in combat. in several martial arts and fighting techniques

excellent stealth: extremely stealthy, one of his best traits

weapon proficiency: has a large weapon arsenal - highly skilled in numerous categories

the maroon sword: a bloodied sword conjured by his own form of blood magic. this sword can suck the blood away from his enemies slowly. however, this is an ability he can only use when he has collected enough blood already from other oppontments

boiling blood: should any of the opponments close to him have any sort of open wound on them, he can cast a spell that makes the blood boil physically momentarily, leaving them in a pained state for 2 minutes. this spell also exhausts him, so he does not use it often unless he is attempting to finish off an assassination or run.

soul-reaping: talisen has the ability to reap more than 500 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife.

vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

heightened senses: heightened senses of smell, sight, hearing, touch and taste.

enhanced bodily function: advanced strength, advanced speed and agility

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

general grim reaper weaknesses: such as extreme emotional attachment and d'akar

boiling blood: requires him to sacrifice his own blood

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

yuè mèng yáo: mother

zhào mùchén: father

zhào jìngyí: older brother

zhào hàoyú: older brother

zhào haitāo: younger twin brother

zhào yizé: younger brother

zhào yŭ xī: younger brother/sister/sibling

denara agyros: girlfriend

rishen herrera: indifferent

alessio agresta arias: work partner, close friend

shī jùn lái: enemy

shī tài: enemy

 

꒰ extra ꒱

he is the leader of the garnet frost syndicate, an assassin guild

the garnet frost is located on a large estate on water not too far off of the shore of elritea. it is, in fact, a hybrid airship 

he speaks chinese and english

he is learning greek as a surprise for denara.

he really, really, really, likes denara’s pet: meenu and treats him like he is his son.

he plays the húlúsī, is quite skilled at it actually.

[drwcn]

Idk why but w/ the new update on the Jiang Cheng dies au when we found out Lan Wangi still has Bichen then followed the angst thoughts on how Wei Wuxian doesn't trust him or remember the confession, my mind went straight to suicide. Like maybe my love can fully know my devotion if I'm totally under his power kind off way. Idk why that process but possibly bc I was lurking on angstyMZDXheadcanons earlier in the day😅😅. The sigh of relief and small laugh at Jiang Cheng's reveal was worth it though. Plus ur tags of Jiang Cheng's In front of salad made laugh harder.

cql verse au: jiang cheng dies at nevernight, wen qing does dark, and wei wuxian goes darker tw: torture, suicide(? not really. it was in the question stem).

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Hi friend! Ah yes, our favourite idiots in love. Originally, I was gonna make this AU way darker but then I thought...nah.

I was debating how far off the deep end do I want wei wuxian to go, and well originally i thought if lan wangji refused to tell wei wuxian where wen yuan is, wei wuxian would try to extract that information from him by repeatedly using the stygian amulet on his mind to try and force lan wangji to tell him. lan wangji refuses to break, so wei wuxian ups his game. pain is in mind; he doesn't need to lay a finger on lan wangji. he suspends lan wangji in mid air with demonic energy so he has no means of ending his life or escape: "i'm not going to let you die until i know what you've done with a-yuan."

lan wangji does not speak a word.

wen qing....doesn't really care. she has her own things to think about, but one day she vists him in his prison and says: "you're not as clever as you think, hanguang-jun. the boy is dead, isn't he? that's why you're here. that's why you've allowed wei wuxian to do all those horrible things to you. it's what you want. punishment. is it because you believe you deserve it or because you hope to divert his wrath so that he doesn't go after your clansmen for what they did to an innocent child?"

lan wangji looks at her, and wen qing knows she's right. "you're wasting his time. this ends now."

"no."

lan wangji tells her the truth. he did save a-yuan before nevernight, but there was no time to return all the way back to cloud recesses before the siege, so he left him with a farmhand's family with a promise to be back for the boy soon. but when he returned to the farm several days later, the place had been razed and the family was found slain - by bandits from the looks it. a-yuan's body was never found, so he remains missing.

"i see." wei wuxian steps out from the shadow. he's heard everything.

"wei ying -"

"i don't need a martyr, lan wangji, just the truth." he releases lan wangji from his spell and tosses bichen onto the ground before him. "go home."

lan wangji of course will not leave. and then maybe wei wuxian keeps him in his own resident and just orders that nobody engages with him or talk to him, hoping to bore him to leave nevernight. maybe one of them gets drunk, maybe both of them gets drunk, in any case alcohol is involved and some very nsfw things happen and for three weeks wei wuxian pretends it never happened while lan wangji just accepts it and doesn't talk about his feelings. maybe bc wei wuxian is really off the rails, some nfsw things happen again except this time sober, and wwx finally just snaps.

"why won't you LEAVE?! why?! look at me - LOOK AT ME - look at what I am now. This!! You can't 'fix' me, Lan Wangji, so FUCK OFF!!"

"I can be useful to you in different ways."

"I - you - "

"you like this body, don't you? so take it. it's yours."

anyways.

jiang cheng's ghost probably still watches this happen and just be like....wow even death can't save me from this drama fml. idk how much of the above i was gonna keep in the offical version. i'm still thinking about it.

[curiosity-killed]

wei wuxian’s body

bc @veliseraptor reminded me

wwx + bodily autonomy, a potentially incoherent jumping-off from this post

this is v hastily written bc i’m literally leaning across an open WIP on my art laptop to write it but it’ll languish in the annals of Things I Meant to Write But Forgot About alongside that other wwx thots™ post i drafted and then abandoned

this also may be less based in canon than HCs but i will contemplate that when/if objections are raised in the notes bc again im trying to do this quickly so i can draw sad sad wangxian

edit: just forewarning this is a very limited read atm without much consideration for other cultural and environmental influences that might impact this so apologies for those limitations. this is, again, a very hasty pile of Thots™

a brief thesis: wwx has never felt that his body is his own

summary of evidence: lack of bodily security as a child on the streets -> perceived debts to yunmeng jiang -> burial mounds -> death -> resurrection

1) childhood

basically, as a kid on the streets, wwx couldn’t take for granted the security and wholeness of his body at any given point; his constant foraging for scraps of food, fighting dogs, etc., p much demolishes the sanctity of his body and makes his physical security extremely conditional

2) debts to yunmeng jiang

thanks to the jiang clan, he is provided with physical security and is able to grow up nurtured and safe. however even here, it is made clear that this is not a condition-less state. he’s reminded he’s the son of a servant elevated above the position he “should” have, he’s disciplined via harsh(ish — depends on your reading of canon/personal headcanons a bit here) physical means, etc.

this is obv most exemplified by the golden core transfer (“that is what I owed Jiang clan” isn’t, i don’t think, at all insincere) but it’s also apparent in things like accepting a physical beating from Zidian, a high-powered spiritual weapon, and resigning himself to having his sword hand cut off if it means the Wen will leave Lotus Pier alone, etc. also madam yu/jiang fengmian ordering him to protect jiang cheng and jiang yanli (i’d pull the direct quotes but again! speed.)

2a) xuanwu cave

here we have, obviously, his diving in to take the branding iron for mianmian but i also think an argument could be made for his staying behind in the cave as being partially due to this. like is it partially just how the pieces fall? sure. but i also think that all things being equal, he would still shove jiang cheng out of the cave and stay behind bc jiang cheng’s life is worth more than his in his view

3) burial mounds

aight this one takes more of a dive into headcanon territory since i insist on slightly-left-of-human!wwx BUT in an effort to keep it canon: esp in novel canon, wwx essentially sacrifices his body again through demonic cultivation given the deterioration of his mind/body/heart thru using resentful energy/stygian tiger seal

3a) empathy

this one is a bit more of a fudge, but basically: empathy requires the user to give over their body/control of the situation to see the other person/spirit’s memories and is indicated to be fairly high risk. who’s noted for being good @ empathy and constantly willing to do it? same guy who’s never believed he has a right to his own body in the first place

4) death

a. novel-verse, he sacrifices himself to destroy the seal in an effort to prevent it getting in the wrong hands/stop the y’know disaster happening

b. CQL-verse, he kills himself to...well, depending on your reading, either make up for the death(s) he’s caused, accept defeat, remove a living pain from the lives of the people he caused, just end it already bc it’s not worth it

but in any case, there’s a level of sacrificing his body/physical life there

5) resurrection

again this varies a lil between CQL and the others and is at its most extreme when he’s resurrected into mo xuanyu’s body, seeing as that is literally not his body and thus carries a bunch of weird consent things

but in either case, he was dragged back to life (apparently at least somewhat against his will — “I wish I were still dead” or smth along those lines in ep 1) and given a body that isn’t his original (i’m still hung up on the fucking mole. what the FUCK) body and isn’t something he asked for and immediately set on a quest that he, again, is pushed into and during which he’ll repeatedly put his body on the line as a sacrifice

conclusion

sorry if this is super incoherent and doesn’t make sense to anyone but me! this is basically a semi-fleshed out but still p skeletal speed reading of my thoughts on the whole thing and, again, done quickly bc i have art to get to

but basically i think the bottom line for me is that wwx’s self sacrificial tendencies come from a confluence of arrogance, sense of obligation/duty, lack of self-worth, and ingrained lack of ownership of his body and i think a major part of any arc post-canon (regardless of which body he’s got) somewhat requires him learning his body as his own and as deserving of protection/preservation

uh

i still don’t know if any of this makes sense LMAO

[spamton]

bc ur ponysona is with sombra who is the son of star swirl in ur verse and my ponysona is with stygian. both of our ponys have reasons to fucking hate star swirl

oh you have no idea in my universe starswirl was the one that sealed the crystal empire away because of sombras fuckery too. so theres an extra fuck you to starswirl there. double date where our ponysonas go and kill starswirl with their bfs