#Once gold but Never again

[tinychibigraffie]

Coming to AO3- Date TBA

A Cult of Lamb-> The Lover AU (By: CosmicCandy)-> Titanium AU

I was inspired by @cosmica-candy Lover’s Fable AU based on the game Cult Of The Lamb.

The fanfic is “Finished” Just need to proof-read the 25 chapters and make art for it.

Its gonna be HEAVY on the romance. (And a hurt/comfort)

Thank you to @fanfic-enthusiast for helping me understanding AO3 tagging and helping the reading prosses go smoothly!

And A friend of mine who is a secret reader... if they wish to unveil themselves they shall!

I have a date already in mind to start posting chapters weekly!! This is my currently empty Ao3 account! HERE!

And now the story definition to get y’all excited.

It has been a couple of years since Midas turned the Lover to gold and was saved by true love’s kiss, By Sozo. The Lover thinks it would be a very good thing if He and Sozo marry and join the land together so that his Cult members and Sozo’s Mushlings have more safe places to live but that is obviously not the only reason why. But a lovesick stalker of the Lover, Yampa, a golden retriever follower, becomes angered by this, and that anger makes them fall victim to a covert bunny dissenter, Bunn.

[tradingjack]

celestial bodies

[echidna-cosmos]

digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. be cunning and full of tricks and your people will never be destroyed

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

Beast Wars Depth Charge

[milfygerard]

but fr outside of my contracted madness i absolutely refuse to give joe alwyn gold rush like how is that song at all related to their relationship the lyrics clearly spell out a relationship that either never existed or only existed in implication and fantasies and maybe-maybe nots and its so bitter and yet desperately soft in the bridge where it almost projects a sense of envy, of wanting to be them as much as you want them. It continues an interesting oft ignored lyrical trend of taylor wanting just as much to be her lover as to have them, envying their easy charisma (you were flush with the currency of cool/i was always turning out my pockets) or quiet dignity (your integrity makes me seem small) dating back to her earliest songs (the kind of flawless i wish i could be). Theres a projected self hatred and yearning to be better that twists itself into both romantic and sexual lust for her partners thats so fascinating and speaks to how all of her songs regardless of who theyre about are also an act of self reflection on who she is and who she wishes to be.

[warlordfelwinter]

i did it

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faceup was done by the person i bought the doll from, i just added freckles and painted his nails. i swapped his eyes, styled the wig, and made his outfit, apart from the metal embellishments which i stole off of the outfit the doll came with or found in my basement.

things i have learned about myself during this process: i do no enjoy customizing dolls. this was an entirely frustrating process and i disliked 90% of it, especially making the clothes. which is why they're not as finished as they could be. however now i have a doll of my dnd character so it was worth it. he can sit by my computer and judge my performance of him on dnd nights

things i learned about celeste during this process: he has claws. the doll came with clawed nails on the feet which i didn't realize when i bought it but i kind of dig it so i'm incorporating that into his character. there are celestials with claws i'm sure. he has inexplicably sharp toenails now it's canon

i will probably go buy more of the anklet rings for his wrists as well and swap those out but the store only had two packs of those so i couldn't get enough. i will probably also change the pendant, that was just some little pre-wrapped bead i found in a box in the basement that was Good Enough lol. but for the moment he's done.

[nameuserlee]

"Life in the N109 Zone was dull until you showed up."

Here it is, the latest line compilation from interacting with Sylus at the café. Part 6 (links back to part 5, and so forth.)

“Have you been waking up early just to say good night to me?”

“What does 'Why do you sleep during the day' mean? I do that all the time, sweetie.”

“Do you really think I’ll go bald because I stay up late? By the way, I’m not staying up late. This is how my sleep schedule works.” (??? I busted out laughing at the first part because WHAT.)

“Waking up means I’m still alive.”

“The light outside is getting too bright. I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up in four hours."

“I sense a bit of reluctance in your voice. After I wake up, I’ll spend the rest of the night with you.” (Choose "Okay.") “... Fine, I'll stay here with you. But don't think I'll let you escape to your bed when you get sleepy later.” (Choose "No.")

“The fact that you came to find me while I was sleeping — was it intentional? Since you’ve delivered yourself to me, don’t think about leaving yet. Stay here for a bit.”

“Does good food make you smile for a couple of hours? Tell me your favourites. I’m looking forward to your reaction when you see a table filled with them.”

“Waist size isn’t important. Strength is what matters at the end of the day.”

“The last person who touched my hair like this was my barber.” (You let your barber tenderly stroke your hair like this? Who do I have to fight-)

“My hair can’t be tamed with the products you recommended. It’s stubborn like it always has been. You might as well get used to it yourself.”

“You think a collar would suit my neck? That’s a dangerous thought.” (Sylus, you literally wear the hunting zone outfit willingly. Admit it. You like it.)

“If looks could kill, my neck would already be full of bullet holes.”

“Strange. I actually don’t mind your touch.”

“Your reckless touches might raise some eyebrows.”

“You really do like flirting with danger.”

“No matter how rough you are, our clothes are in the way. Do you have the guts to go further?”

“You’ve been touching it for a while. Do you want to take me home so you can continue?”

“Does it feel the way you imagined?”

“You can stop now. Restrain your curiosity until we’re back home.”

His morning lines are so fun to me. I almost feel bad waking him up when I log in and see him asleep on the chair. Almost. Fun fact: he really goes and takes a nap when he asks you to wake him up in four hours. Just immediately leaves and starts sleeping on the sofa. I busted out laughing when he did idk why I thought he was joking.

Oh also foodie Sylus means a lot to me. He has a lot of lines about enjoying food, good drinks (lord knows he lovesssss Gin Fizz). I can appreciate a man who knows how good it is to enjoy a good meal.

... I'm not even gonna address the lines near the end. Whew.

[glassedplanets]

excited to see sabãody refreshed..... my fav sanj fit

[flufflecat]

sculpting myself a golden idol

[kingwaino]

i have done...an absolute deep dive into blues and folk music tonight. it was 100% one of those blink and three hours have passed type of deals. worth it though.

[tinychibigraffie]

Titanium AU Announcement!

“Once golden, but never again”

“Ah, that's it, you need some titanium to make a ring? Well you might be in luck!”

“Our bond, Like This Band, My Lamb”

“What reason would I think you would lie to me?”

“THEY DID WHAT TO MY BABY!”

 “If you truly think it's better your way you can do it over. MY. DEAD. BODY”

Be Prepared.

3-3-23

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[tokiwigiwi]

so ive been a fan of danganronpa for a while now, i think i got into it late 2018, and basically since i got up to chapter 2 of thh togami became my favourite character and he's been my fave ever since, and much of my time was spent largely thinking about it on my own. and due to that i was stuck in my own head with very little fandom content to supply my mind. so because of this there was a time where i had went through all of togami's main ships and when i realised i had exhausted all the content for that ship i would move on. during all my time i ended up at one point or another shipping togami with all the survivors, a couple characters from the main game, and even an oc, but not once have i ever shipped him with toko. and i think thats hilarious. like even i, who was starving for content, didn;t touch it with a 10 foot pole

[thehappiestgolucky]

thinking about dragonsplague

[celestialtrolls]

A single crystal with deep shade of purple juts out of the palm of your hand. It's beautiful. Symmetrical, without a single flaw, polished and clear.

With your other hand, you try and pick it up, but it clings onto your palm. You adjust your position as familiar frustration gnaws at your insides, gripping it firmly and yanking it off - but not without taking off the top layer of skin as you finally rip it away, the yelp in your throat strangled as you try to suppress it.

Well, flawless besides that.

Another failure. You toss this one off the side of the boat as well, joining the rest of the disappointments that you've created today at the bottom of the lake. Both palms now raw and on the verge of bleeding, the pain is too much for you to continue, and you finally collapse on the deck and stare up at the clear sky.

'You have the same sort of powers as our ancestor! She can make all kinds of things with these.' Aelynn had explained when you first started finding crystal formations growing out of your hands, back when the world was truly ending, although she was able to simply brush them away into dust without painfully ripping them off.

She had tried to hide it behind excitement on your behalf, but you heard the jealousy in her voice anyway, the undeniable proof that she didn't have the same abilities. She had continued, explaining all of the wonderful things that this 'Creator Ceremiré' was able to make, things that weren't even crystal anymore, 'that was just the base of it all'... But she hadn't understood the explanation at all, and so she wasn't able to pass that information on.

You did get some half-baked explanation about needing a deep understanding of molecular structure, but nothing more than that. And that's helped you make these perfect crystals, but it's useless without more to go off.

It wasn't intentional on her part, you know she would have shared if she could, even if she did carry any latent anger towards you, frustrated that she had only gotten half of the powers, the half that caused the fissures in her skin trailing up her arms, the shattering of her surroundings...

But it still makes your guts twist, knowing that you could be so close to finally being able to do something useful, having great untapped potential, but it was just out of reach.

Suits Carnival. The same one that had stolen your sister all those sweeps ago, but it wasn't the same either, now led by a Nostam, like yourself... But she didn't even know you existed.

'I don't know if it's a good idea for you to meet her. She doesn't like the fleet, and she's got an interesting temper - she's still a clown, she's unpredictable.' Aelynn's caution echoes in your memory. You knew there was more to this story that she wasn't telling you, but you knew from experience that your twin was not keen on talking about the things that had hurt her.

At the very least, you didn't think that she was trying to keep some sort of 'great destiny' away from you, she seemed to loathe the idea of going to see her herself; as you knew from her increasing anxiety about the constant invitations she was receiving.

Even so... you sigh deeply, your breath forming a dense cloud in the air. So what, should you simply give up on the one thing you could call your own power? It doesn't sit right.

You won't wonder what the worst that could happen would be, visiting that place, but surely, it's better than never knowing. Surely. Surely?

Queen of Hearts, Ceremiré Nostam of Suits Carnival. Would she be okay with someone like you as her descendant? Would she tolerate you at least so you could observe her? You had to know.

You have to find out.

[wilderhyperfoxations]

"rare intersex variation"? actually, i prefer "limited edition intersex"