#(decided to leave it in in the end lol)

[cracklewink]

Harmony Syndrome Part 5/5

The last chapter of my mlp infection AU! Thank you to everyone who followed along. Some final thoughts on my twitter @cracklewink if anyone's interested : )

[lovesickeros]

☆ love; heretical and divine

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 0.8k

To love a God is heretical. It is an act of blasphemy– it is to drag them down from their throne of hollow gold, to topple the pedestal the worshipers uphold on their shoulders like lambs at the herders heel. It is the act of forcing them to their knees and ripping that beating heart of glorious gold and beautiful, cruel divinity from their chest, so pure it burns.

To love a God is to make them sin. To make them painfully, horribly human.

To love a God is to sin.

The love of a worshiper is no love at all, brilliant in its raw purity, untainted by sin. It is fear and obedience masked by adoration so overpowering it corrupts. It makes the lamb so unquestioning in it's faith it will never question the knife that cuts, the teeth that rip, the claws that tear. If the Creator deemed them unworthy of the very life crafted by their hands, then they must have committed a sin so grave there lay no salvation for their horrid soul.

But she is no worshiper– her lips speak of heresy as easily as she breathes, her words nothing but lies, cold and cruel like the ice that crawls along her skin like webs.

She loves a God like a lover should.

A damned sinner reaching longingly for the heavens.

She loves a God in the subtle brush of their lips, their muffled voices behind closed doors as they indulge in curiosity untamed. She is a sinner through and through, but she feels herself fall further with every brush of her hand across their cheeks, every touch she bestows upon them like a lover. She memorizes the imperfections of their body like memorizing a map– every scar, every mark, every line drawn on their body like a canvas, her touch the brush that stains the pristine white.

No devoted lamb shall ever see the painting they create in these stolen moments– it is for the eyes of a heretic so vile it makes them shudder, their body dirtied by the love of a woman so vile even their divinity is obscured by the ice.

The lambs may be satisfied with fleeting glimpses of gold and empty words from lips that guide them to the jaws of the wolves, but she is not. Her hands crave them like a starving hound, aching to touch that imperfect skin hidden by the veil of gold that obscures the painfully human body beneath. She longs to free them from the golden cage that binds them– to see their wings blot out the sky, their divinity tainted by sin and making them all the more beautiful for it.

It is a longing that leaves a festering wound that cannot heal, will not heal. Even if it could, she would not let it.

For as much as she tries, deny it as she may, she is no better then the blind lambs following the herder who holds a blade in their hand, glittering like gold in the sun, stained by dull red.

She is a fool, and what a fool they make of her with the touch of their hands against her skin– so cold it leaves frost on their fingertips. Yet they do not fear the cold, mapping out every inch of her imperfections, carved into her body by her own hands.

She has always been a heretic, cursing the divine until she could speak no more, but if divinity can be found in them – in this love that consumes, that burns her hands and her lips – then she is a Saint, praying at the altar until her throat bled.

But in the end, she has and will always be a cold woman with hands stained with blood. Until it is all she can taste, until it is all she can smell, until it is all she can feel. These hands of hers, heretical and divine, will bleed the God from their veins– she will become the wolf to their lamb until the rivers of Teyvat run gold with their ichor, until the gold bleeds into red, the taste of their divinity on her tongue.

Until she drags a God from their lofty throne and makes of them a monster.

There is no greater triumph to the heretic then to love a God into sin. To make a God sin to love.

To love is to be human, and they are no God.

Even if she must tear the gold from their very being until all that's left is something human. Even if Teyvat crumbles and decays, even if it begins over and over again..

She will do it again and again, until the gold can bleed no longer. Until her sins grow too great for Teyvat to contain.

To love a God is to devour, and be devoured. An endless cycle of sin that dulls the glow of gold into something new– something horrifying and divine, in it's own right. Something just as horrid as her, just as divinely corrupted by the sins she carries on her shoulders like a trophy, as gold as the sun and as cold as ice.

Divinity, carved into something human by love all consuming, until it all bleeds away and they begin their dance anew, for as many cycles as it takes.

An eternity, if she must, of dooming this world of theirs to fire and decay for a glimpse of the being snared by their golden shackles.

[wigglesdtuff]

And the world bent double from weeping...

And yet the birds begin to sing

[tennessoui]

where’s my toxic dark academia au where the Jedi Order is a prestigious private university for rich kids who are all a different flavor of beautiful and fucked up, and Anakin is the kid they let in on scholarship once every a few years and he comes in scrappy and defensive and in love with the daughter of the family who is sponsoring him (and maybe half-adopted him when he was 10 so it’s a bit fucked up all around)

and he meets this pretentious dickbag of a student on his hall who is so cold and aloof that anakin can��t stand him, this guy obi-wan who’s so beautiful and untouchable and who sees right through him

I imagine they fuck in the most explosive way where they’re in the middle of a very loud fight in some bathroom in some rich kid’s house and neither is sober, and obi-wan says some awful shit about anakin being in love with Padmé and if his adoptive parents knew they probably would wish they hadn’t adopted him and anakin says some awful shit about how obi-wan’s been sent to boarding schools all his life cause his father never wanted him, and it starts as a fight but they’re just punching each other with their mouths and probably crying too

[valdrinors-writing]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024 - DAY SIX - ROLESWAP AU

Luna Derbyshire as The Emissary of the Gods Amber Talbot as the Constant Companion

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Happy New Year!!

*pops grape juice bottle* woooo we’ve made it, guys!

2023 was such a nice year in the fandom, in my opinion. There was s3 and that was a banger, but I feel like the stuff we were up to ourselves over here was amazing too. I got to talk more with some of my mutuals who I hadn’t been as close to before, and lovely people keep coming to this corner of the internet!! We had our first sketchbook event and are currently preparing for a general Hilda Appreciation Week, I feel like this is all amazing considering the size of this community.

Just wanted to thank everyone who’s been here for the ride as well! It’s certainly always more fun when you have people to be insane with you. I just. Get very touched thinking about the amount of support in this fandom and how we creatively fuel each other.

Anyway, just wanted to write this post as a thank you. I hope you’re having a lovely end of the year, and may 2024 be even better 💜

(I do have one small writing update to add, though! The first months of the year will probably be relatively devoid of new content from me. This for two reasons. One is that I churned out so many fics this year that I feel like even the people who like my writing are having a hard time catching up (I don’t know how this happened either-), and the other is that I’ll be using my free time to get ahead on preparing my content for the rest of the year! I won’t completely stop or anything (Hilda Appreciation Week will see to that), just wanted to leave this noted so no one things I’ve Vanished from the fic writing scene or anything. I’m just preparing my next attack. Anyways that was it happy new year!!)

[wickedhawtwexler]

i need to make more friends who i can drag out to karaoke nights with me lmao

[luvuomi]

🤍 ꒱ “and the trees were happy…”

─── yuzuha + sethomi but make it omori angst

(🖋️ ) additional note: omori manga had me hyper fixating so bad i decided to cook something small real quick LMAO. of course it’s nothing as soul crushing as the inspiration source itself but it’s still a tad bit angsty ( like a smidge really ). there are also some special mentions of certain individuals as well~ they’ll know when they see hehe

it's been several years since he last set foot on these grounds -- years since he felt a cool wind brush past his cheeks amidst this blazing summer heat while the lush grass below softens his every step. shadows are casted upon the ground from the countless trees standing about, looming over to shroud him in all their grandness that strangely felt like a homecoming. they seemed a lot happier back then… kazuha thinks.

in the distance, a weeping willow comes into view.

at the foot of the tree, he catches a glimpse of something from times bygone. he first sees himself, sat upon a picnic blanket with his friends kunikuzushi and lyney, accompanied by their respective lovers. they all appear to be gathered for a picnic. several delicious foods and pastries scattered about the blanket whilst they all happily conversed about one thing or another.

and then, he sees her. sitting beside him with a hand placed over his as she laughs at something kunikuzushi's lover had remarked about him. her laughter devoid of any sound, and leaving him with only the sight of her smiling face to witness. how he'd long to hear such a melodious laughter once again.

but, there is another as well--one who's figure appears to him as nothing but a blur on the opposite side of her. though, such a sight almost feels intentional. like he'd made sure to forget the appearance of that person a long time ago.

just as quickly as the memory came however, it faded away the closer he drew near.

the carefree individuals disappear into thin air and the red gingham blanket becomes replaced with the sight of a gravestone that has a potted flower placed before it: a lily of the valley. and sitting before that, the mysterious figure from his fragmented memories. except this time, he becomes more visible in kazuha's line of sight.

at the sound of approaching footsteps, the person turns his head around, glancing over his shoulders. upon meeting kazuha's gaze, he doesn't say anything for a moment. merely staring at him with verdant eyes that seemed to have lost their light. like he'd suddenly lost any remaining hope he had left for this world. "for a moment i thought i was seeing a ghost…but it really is you."

[selsieeeo]

I had this in my google docs unfinished so I decided to at least add an ending to my silly draft based off of a au I had.

“Wouldn’t a human like you be more afraid of me?”

“Er..why should I be scared of you sir?”

“Is it not quite obvious? I’m a fae, you're a child of man. All humans hate fae.”

“Father?” Lilia snapped out of his train of thought to see Silver looking at him a bit concerned.

“Hmm, yes Silver?”

“You looked like you were zoned out or in some trance. Are you alright?”

“Kufufu, of course I am, I just get a little stuck in the past. That’s all~”

“Ah, okay.”

Lilia stared at Silver longer which led to a long awkward silence between the two.

“Father, I need to head to class now.” Silver said, breaking the silence as he went to leave.

Lilia nodded and watched Silver walking away leaving the dorm.

Silver…he reminded Lilia so much. So much of a human boy he once knew.

***

Lilia wasn’t sure why this human boy was following him. Even though the boy tried to be discreet about it, his unique features such as his silver hair and his aurora-like eyes.

Still he decided to humour this child of man and pretended not to notice him.

Soon after having enough of humouring the child, he turned around immediately, leading to the boy yelping in surprise at being caught so soon.

“What are you doing following me?” Lilia demanded.

The boy looked a bit nervous to say anything but still said what he wanted to say. “…I was curious to know more about you.”

“Know more about me?” Lilia let out a laugh at the thought of that. How silly can this human be?

The silver haired boy nodded. “Well, yes.”

“I’m curious, child of man, how did you find me?”

“Well I like to explore the forest a lot and saw you so, I got curious and followed you.”

“My, how brave of you. A human daring enough or perhaps foolish to go after a fae.”

“Foolish?”

“Well yes. Wouldn’t a human like you be more afraid of me?”

“Er..why should I be scared of you sir?”

“Is it not quite obvious? I’m a fae, you're a child of man. All humans hate fae.”

“I don’t hate you though?”

With how the boy responded it only seemed to amuse Lilia more. Is this boy not aware of the war that is raging as of right now between the human and fae?

Lilia signed. “Child of man, shouldn’t you be going back to whatever home you may have back at your human village-“

“I don’t have a home.”

That surprised the war general. Lilia raised an eyebrow.

The silver haired boy fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “Never had one really.”

“So you never had parents or anything at all?” The human boy wanted to know more about the fae but now here was Lilia prodding the boy questions about his home life.

The boy hesitated before continuing. “I do have a dad, but he’s always drinking so I don’t consider the house I live in a home.”

Ah. So the boy’s father was an alcoholic.

“Your mother?”

The boy shrugged. “She left after I was born.”

“And here you are, a child of man, curious of what humans consider their enemy. The fae.” Lilia said, concluding it all up.

“I’m curious about a lot of things.” The boy said.

Lilia chuckled. “We had an interesting conversation for sure but I must be going now, child of man.”

“Why?”

Was it not obvious from his attire? He was still dressed up for war.

“Have you not heard of the fae-human war that is still going on?” He asked incredulously.

“I hear adults talking about it but I didn’t know you were part of it.” The boy said bluntly.

Lilia snorted. “Anyways I must be going.”

“Will I see you again?” The boy asked curiously.

“…we’ll see.”

Once again they met. The boy saw him trudging through the forest and instead of trying to follow him in secret since the fae general already knew of his existence he simply bounced up to him.

“You’re back!” The boy said happily.

“Yes. I am back.” Lilia responded back dryly.

The two then walked in silence before the boy broke the silence. “Is the war over?”

Lilia blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Since you’re here not on a battlefield or anything that would mean the war is over.” The silver-haired boy said.

“That. Is an interesting conclusion you have.” Lilia noted. He knelt down to look at the boy directly in his eyes. “Tell me what do you think when you hear about war?”

“Uh, I know it’s bad. It’s like a long argument right?”

“Something like that. In war, you can have truces between periods of time and then resume the fight to win over something.”

The boy scrunched up his face. “That sounds complicated. But you’re here now so I wanna know more about you now!”

This child of man really did have a short attention span.

“Well I am a fae.” Lilia said.

“But what’s your name?” The boy asked curiously. “I’ll tell you my name! It’s Silver!”

“Is your name Silver because of your hair?” The fae general asked.

Silver thought about it and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Most fae don’t reveal their name you know.” Lilia said.

The boy’s expression dropped. “Oh. Mr. Bat!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Mr. Bat. Your new nickname until I get to know your real name. You remind me of a bat.”

He was surprisingly close to what type of fae he was. “Fine. Call me that if you want.” He stood up. “Before you said you didn’t hate fae. Most children of man would be frightened by us fae.”

“You don’t look scary.” Silver answered.

‘You never would see me be truly scary until you're an enemy on a battlefield’ Lilia thought.

“I should go back before it gets dark.” Silver said after noticing how it was evening already.

“Alright. You are off now then.”

“Will I see you again?”

“Lilia?” Lilia blinked and looked to see Malleus looking at him. “You were staring at your food untouched for a while. Are you unwell?”

“Ah, no I’m fine Malleus. Just reminiscing.”

The former general never did answer the boy’s question but still saw him again from time to time. It was rather nice back then to have someone not revere him in awe or fear.

It was a shock to him when he learned of the boy’s demise of being killed by the other villagers just for interacting with a fae. The villages had seemed to think the boy would have been too far infected to be saved so he was killed.

Lilia thought back to the question the boy constantly asked.

“Will I see you again?”

He smiled.

He would see him again reborn and come to adopt him.

[widevibratobitch]

i hate my uni sm lol i dont want to be heeeeere let me out let me out

[tardis--dreams]

When proofreading the journal (on friday night) i commented on one slightly sexist and outdated term to be replaced by a neutral and more inclusive term. I've been having nightmares because of this

[veunho]

I love love love drawing but I cannot draw poses in any circumstances

[apathyfairy]

i always said that once i stop caring what other people think about me it’s over for you bitches and it’s finally happened i’m literally untouchable

[tiresomeimagination]

Guilty Pleasure - Epilogue

Author’s Note: This is a short continuation of my slight AU which I think I’m going to call the...”College Friends AU” (to be distinguished from the usual College AUs where everyone is jammed into one school for the heck of it lolol). I didn’t plan on writing more since I usually just peddle oneshots, but this whole blog is just an exercise in actually creating something when I get vivid mental pictures instead of just ruminating on it til it dies. Anyways so long story short here’s a short epilogue. At least it finally gave me a chance to write the dynamic with Vandy.

If you haven’t read the first fic, I’d recommend doing so in order to understand what’s going on here ^^

~~~~~

Seven tapped aimlessly on his desk as he reclined in his chair and looked over the code for his most recent assignment. He would be lying if he said he was entirely invested in the task at the moment. His mind couldn’t help but wander, which meant he had to frequently read through the same strings of data multiple times. He paused in his half-hearted work when he heard the telltale footsteps of his handler entering his bunker. Great. That guy always knew how to pick the worst times to check in. It’s like he had some sort of sixth sense that told him whenever Seven started slacking. Absolutely uncanny.

The rhythm of footsteps was interrupted by a thunk. Ah yes, one added benefit to leaving a mess everywhere was that it tended to make it a smidge more difficult for his poor handler to safely and efficiently move through the space. He wouldn’t necessarily call them booby traps…although his handler might think differently. Seven was unable to suppress his snicker as he listened to the agent curse loudly. Finally, the door opened, revealing the disgruntled brunette.

“Geez, how many times do I have to tell you to pick up your junk?? It’s like a minefield out there.” The agent spat as he stomped into the room.

“My deepest apologies, Madam Vanderwood. I’ve just been sooo busy being a good little slave that I haven’t the time to tidy up!” Seven moaned dramatically.

Vanderwood laughed bitterly at that. “Hah, if that were true, I wouldn’t be on the phone with the boss half the time making excuses for why we’re behind schedule.” He moved closer, looking over Seven’s casual reclined posture with disapproval. “Let me guess, you’re still not finished yet.”

Seven leaned his head back, shooting Vanderwood his best carefree smile. “Ding ding! You would guess correctly!”

Vanderwood only scowled deeper at that, letting out a groan as he brought a hand up to rub at his tired eyes. “Is something going on with your RFA group or something?” He threw out a guess. He could tell something was different with Seven, but he wasn’t sure what.

Seven’s smile fell and turned to a look of genuine confusion. “Huh? No. Why?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just seemed more distracted than usual ever since we came back from our last mission. I know you have no problem with traveling overseas, so do you want to tell me what’s actually going on?” He asked firmly, looking not much different from a scolding parent as he placed a hand on his hip, waiting for an answer.

Seven brought a hand up to his face as he hummed in thought. “Hmmmmmm…Nope, not really. But I wasn’t aware we were sharing feelings now!” He sat up and whirled his chair around to face his handler with a sneering grin. “This is news to me, but by all means, go ahead and start the sharing circle. Ol’ reliable agent 707 is here with open arms!”

Vanderwood let out an aggravated huff, lifting his hands in surrender. “Okay okay, fine! Don’t tell me. But whatever it is, if I catch it affecting your work, we’re going to be having a much less pleasant conversation,” he growled halfheartedly, already too exasperated by Seven’s antics to remain as intimidating as he initially intended.

“Aye aye, Captain!” Seven chirped, giving a mocking salute.

“...Tsk, and get back to work! We both know you’ve barely touched your assignment all day!” He hissed, turning on his heel and stomping back out of the room.

Wow. He really did have some sort of Seven Slacking Sense. The thought nearly gave Seven chills. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and listened closely to the sound of Vanderwood’s retreating footsteps. He sat completely silent, waiting until he was absolutely sure the agent was long gone before he jumped up from his chair. 

Vanderwood was right. He was distracted. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he had done during that last mission. That line he had crossed. The line he was…still crossing.

Seven gave one more suspicious glance around the room for good measure before he clambered his way on top of his bed. Fishing out a screwdriver from under a pillow, he rose up onto his tiptoes to reach a small vent high above the bed. With practiced precision, he removed the screws and slid off the vent cover, retrieving the prize stashed away inside. A small plain phone, clearly a burner. He had ensured that this device was completely untraceable so that he could make contact without leaving any kind of digital trail. That was the only way he could justify this.

He let himself drop down onto the bed as he booted up the device. A quick glance at the clock. Yes, it shouldn’t be too early in the morning over there…

The device powered on and he quickly punched in the number he had been careful to memorize. His tired eyes stayed trained eagerly on the screen as he sent the first text and waited for a response. Several long moments ticked by as he waited with bated breath. Maybe it was too soon. This was a bad idea. He shouldn't have…

Before he could spiral into deeper self-hatred, a response came through. He felt the weight immediately lift from his chest and he felt himself grinning as he read over the warm greeting that he'd received. Just like that, his mood was a little bit lighter and all he wanted to do was sit here and talk with Y/N all day.

As more texts were sent back and forth, he settled into a comfortable position sprawled out on the bed. He knew he was playing with fire. This was far too dangerous for both parties involved. He should smash this phone before something terrible happens… But man did the warmth of these flames feel good.

[knightelf]

feeling complicated things this wednesday at 2pm

[fizzyghosts]

Vitalis has his own home but he always ends up showing up on Alain's doorstep after having ditched his guards somewhere in the woods and he overstays his welcome every time. Alain fucking hates him <3 #worsties