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tonguetiedraven · 1 year ago

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fanfic of rin oblivious to bon's feelings? I've read so many of your fics. I love them.

I'm not at all sure if this was the kind of vibe you wanted, but it's what happened, lol. It's a bit more angsty with a one sided sort of thing, though I tried to leave it open to a get together :D

I'm glad you enjoy my fics ^^ — — ♡( ‘-’* ) — —

Ryuuji’s cheeks went a bit warm as Rin reached into their shared cracker bag at the same time, and he promptly looked away as he pulled out a small handful of the rice crackers, trying to act like he was entirely caught up in his notes on Magnus’ methods of circle generation and not how warm Rin’s hand always was.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had to do it, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Ryuuji had, contrary to what some would say, not fallen in love with Rin when Rin jumped wildly in front of a reaper to save him from his ill timed emotional breakdown over the latest moment in a life time of cruel laughter.

No, Ryuuji had properly noticed Rin then, but he hadn’t fallen in love. He hadn’t known enough about Rin to possibly be in love.

When Rin stood between him and the Impure King and proceeded to try and make post rot castle plans and looked at Ryuuji like he hung the moon and stars and sun in the sky simply because he’d confessed the obvious fact that he trusted Rin out loud, he also hadn’t fallen in love, though that was a closer possibility. Had he not been exhausted to the point of near delirium, maybe.

Nope. Ryuuji fell in love in the entirely uncinematic moment of leaning over a railing to look at the view of Kinkaku-ji, and finding Rin staring at the water with his tail slipping out to wag because he had spotted a group of ducks. The dork was in front of what was one of the most impressive things Kyoto had to offer, and the ducks won his attention.

He would never be able to explain what it was about that moment that did it, but it ended with Rin looking up at him with an enormous grin that sealed the deal, and Ryuuji could almost feel his heart leaving his chest to settle in Rin’s hands, and he would die if anyone ever knew that he thought that way.

It had been strangely easy to fall in love with Rin, far easier than it had been to initially get on the same page as Rin. Probably because Rin was incredible at picking moments to make Ryuuji stop and pay attention and feel like his entire world was shifting a bit to accommodate whatever Rin had made him see in a new way. Rin bolstered him on when he was losing confidence or energy, convinced him to stick to his guns and his morals when he became uncertain, and reminded him that he wasn’t in it all alone. (Strange when it had taken him so long to drive that message home to Rin.)

Today it was a pre Cram School study session and snack. They weren’t alone — they were almost never alone, but Ryuuji didn’t mind that. He usually enjoyed his friends’ company. At least more often than not.

Except for the fact that Ryuuji had never once in his life managed to be subtle about anything, and he certainly wasn’t subtle about the fact that Rin had captured his heart.

The blushing alone would be embarrassing, and had been embarrassing on far too many occasions. He seemed to always get noticed by Izumo when he did it, and she’d get this satisfied sort of grin on her face. He could never decide if it was satisfaction that he was embarrassed to be silently called out, or some sort of satisfaction that she was watching a supposed romance unfold.

It wasn’t one. Not the happy sort anyway. Ryuuji had never had the easy or happy sort of thing so that wasn’t surprising.

Being noticed blushing would be embarrassing enough, but he also had the horrible tendency to stare at Rin a bit too much, and it was usually Shima that caught him with that, and he’d wiggle his eyebrows in the most annoying way, and Ryuuji would blush, and Shima and Izumo would grin, and Ryuuji would usually huff and make an escape.

Konekomaru always caught him in the after moments. Usually after a lunch or race or challenge. When Rin would have just left him with a high-five or laugh or an arm around his shoulder, and Ryuuji would feel like his heart wasn’t beating properly in his chest as it tried to shoot away and join Rin.

He could already tell this would be a day when he was caught by all three. Possibly even her. Those were usually the worst days. She could always tell something was wrong, but was never quite intuitive enough to know just what. She wasn't aware enough of the situation, or situations in general, to know that she was just making it worse.

Ryuuji was in love with Rin, and he was painfully obvious about it. He didn't know any other way to be. He had never been particularly gifted at hiding his thoughts and emotions, and he'd had no experience with this to have learned how.

Ryuuji was in love with Rin, and Rin was entirely in love with someone else. What's more, Ryuuji was certain Rin had never noticed that he had Ryuuji's heart. Or, the somehow worse possibility, he might have realized it and simply pretended not to because he didn't want it.

Ryuuji could never decide which would be the worst one.

He had spent a lifetime well acquainted with wanting things he could not have. He was familiar with the ache of it, even if this one was a bit strangely sweet despite the bitterness.

There were moments when he didn't even notice that he had something missing. Moments spent simply appreciating Rin were enough on their own. He would watch, and he would smile, and he would not notice himself doing either. He would be taken with whatever was happening and whatever Rin was doing or being.

He had fallen in love with the boy for a reason after all. There was a lot to fall in love with, and Rin was nothing if not a show off when he was good at something.

The soft feelings would rise in Ryuuji’s chest, sometimes a bit overwhelmingly, and he would want, and long in a strange new way that could be exciting, but frightening as well.

Other times, it was far more bitter.

The difficulty of his situation aside, ignoring how negatively being gay was still looked upon by most people, he had simply fallen in love with someone who was in love with someone else. Were he to suddenly wake up with a knowledge of the words he needed to properly express himself to Rin, he would still have to contend with the fact that Rin's heart was someone else's.

Ryuuji was never a coward, but he wasn’t an idiot. So even if the words did suddenly come to him, he’d swallow them back down. They would be bitter, but he had swallowed far bitterer things.

He had met Rin first, but it was the meeting with her that had left the impact with Rin. Ryuuji had no real idea of whether or not he would have stood a chance had he made a move before she'd come into the picture, but he hadn't and without even intending to, she had won Rin's heart.

He figured that one out fairly slowly too. He was, unfortunately, entirely inept when it came to matters of the heart. He had been slow to learn his own, but certain once he had. He was not nearly so good with anyone else's.

Though he had never been able to tell how she felt about the entire thing, once he knew to look, Rin had been the easiest kind of read. He stared every bit as much as Ryuuji did, he smiled in silly ways, he laughed almost anytime she told a joke, or something that sounded like a joke, he always tried to sit as close as he could get, chose any mission with her he could, and got this sort of wishful tone in his voice anytime she was mentioned.

That was where the bitter came in.

Ryuuji was not nearly vain enough to ever even consider telling Rin that Ryuuji was the better option. He wasn't. She was an incredible option. She was kind and funny and loyal and pretty and courageous, far more than she ever gave herself credit for. Ryuuji was the heir to a failed temple that didn't even have a temple any longer. He was loud, grumpy, glared far too much without meaning too, and not very much at all like Shiemi.

He would never point out that she obviously wasn't interested, but he was if it was Rin.

After all, he had people come up to him regularly to try and go out. He knew what it was to have your attention completely taken by one person, and it not particularly matter if it was returned or not. The feelings would go away eventually, according to everyone he knew, but until then, he couldn't see any harm in them existing. He would never push his friend, because that's what Rin was first and foremost, his friend. The pain of it when Rin would look elsewhere, but never at him, was not enough to make him break away from that. It was his own fault that he was suffering. He could not stop the emotions, and he would not give himself space from his friend.

He had fallen in love with Rin, And he didn't know what to do with the emotions aside from ignoring them. That had done nothing to dissuade them, and the more he ignored them the more he tended to blush and look too much, and ache, so he took to other methods to try and satiate the insistent feelings. He would bring snacks he knew Rin liked best for the chance to see that particular smile. He would spend extra time at the gym to have a chance to spar with his friend, because he knew how much it excited Rin for them to be able to go all out. He would find extra time to help Rin with his studies, because his friend did and seemed like he always would struggle with notes and class work. It didn't help much more than ignoring had, but it did at least leave him with more sweet than bitter moments.

It was studying today, and that meant trying to decipher Rin's ridiculous notes, and sitting too close. That was what had led to the joint hands in the bag.

Rin didn't seem to have noticed it happened. He was, probably fittingly, talking to Shiemi. Ryuuji munched on his crackers, told his face to stop being ridiculous, and looked back at the notes. He managed to decipher another line and reached for his bottle of tea.

"You transposed this," He offered quietly. He tapped the two terms as Rin's attention momentarily turned to him. The most intensely blue eyes he had ever seen glanced down at the word under Ryuuji's pencil, and narrowed as Rin tried to make them out.

"Transposed," he explained, "You switched them."

"I did?"

Ryuuji nodded and tried not to pay attention to the way Rin's tail swished and stood up a bit when he was really listening. There was enough of the bitterness already. He didn't try to purposely hurt himself more than he needed to.

"If you can keep that straight, you'll ace this."

"You think?" The wag of Rin's tail was audible now. It was thunking lightly against the bench.

"Absolutely."

Rin smiled at him, and it was the same sort of smile he'd had when he looked at the ducks. Pure and unfiltered and showing his fangs and hardly any of his eyes because his cheeks were pushing them closed, and Ryuuji's face was growing warm again as he stared much too much. He swallowed and looked back down at the notes.

And in doing so, entirely missed the fact that Rin was still staring at him.

#bonrin #my tumblr fics #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #ryuuji suguro #rin okumura #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #bon x rin #aoex #bonfire #sugurin #bonxrin #bon/rin

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fairys-fanfic-rec-lists · 2 months ago

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Naruto crossover/ Alternative universe fanfic recs

If You Give Me A Sword by TakaGang : Before he was a soul reaper, Kurosaki Ichigo was an older brother. Big brothers are born first to protect the little ones that come after.

AU. Ichigo is reborn into the Uchiha Clan

Whirlpool Queen, Maelstrom King by cheshire_carroll :

Certain lives and certain deaths, they are significant enough that when souls pass over before their time, they are reborn into new worlds.

Sansa remembering is an anomaly, but The North Remembers and Sansa is of the North; She Remembers.

Sansa thinks very little of this new world, or this new village she is meant to call ‘home’, but she does love her new brother, who shines so brightly the gods must surely have breathed star-fire into his bones when they created him.

The first time Naruto tells her he will be Hokage, she does not doubt him– he was born to rule, just as she was. But Konoha does not deserve him, and she will not let them take and take until there is nothing left of her bright brother. She is Sansa Stark, she knows how to rebuild a home from ruins, and the ruins of Uzushiogakure call.

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #naruto fanfiction #kakashi hatake #sasuke uchiha #itachi uchiha #sansa stark #ichigo kurosaki

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whathappenedtogenoshead · 7 months ago

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I need help finding two fanfics they were both on wattpad

1,was a empireverse/momma cq cross over and they were not allowed on the woods without cq and error went and then met nightmare

2, is a fgod au where error fell into a day and before he became error he was married to king multiverse and had 2 kids reaper and his brother papyrus

I really need help finding them pls

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lurkingatthecorner · 2 years ago

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~About me~

This might end up being totally cringe but what the heck

Hi! my Tumblr name is lurk, you can call me yukari too If ya want! I go by any pronouns!

I'm a very random person and a beginner artist I might post random drabbles tho!

I make lots of aus for stuff/fandoms I like!

I have two running and w.i.p Undertale aus smile!tale and Hunter-Prey!tale

Fandoms I'm into!

Fandoms

Undertale and Undertale aus

Creepypasta (just for fun)

Rise!TMNT and 2012!TMNT

Transformers (Tfa,Tfp,and bayverse)

Pjo (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

Mcyt(Sometimes)

Some info about my UT aus

SoulHunt

Undertale except it's been too long.

Because of a war at the surface, frisk never fell thus making the monsters wait too long.

The monsters started killing each other for lv. and tried to steal the soultraits to escape to the surface for themselves.

the king gave the soultraits to 6 of his most trusted allies and well died.

SmileTale!!

Undertale except everything is happy happy happy!

(I don't have much of a plot for it yet hahah...)

TMNT! Aus!

none yet! Pending fanfic

(yeah I'll put a link after this post ig.)

I have 7 creepypasta ocs namely:

Lurk The Stalker(My main)

Lady Yomi

Blood Rain

Static

Karma (or Reaper)

Collector

Countess Musica

Sooo yeah I might drabble them, share some lore I suppose but I'm still drafting their stories :)

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badmusejail · 2 years ago

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TLDR:

Welcome to the BLEACH worldbuilding page, containing the overarching headcanons that connect my muses.

My BLEACH muses generally exist within the verse my (currently unpublished) fanfiction does, which expands slightly upon the universe and changes some things, mainly the depiction of the Spirit King.

I spent several years of my youth building on Kubo’s world, exploring and playing with different concepts, but above all, regardless of my feelings or how I shift things around for the sake of exploration, I fully respect Kubo’s decisions and refuse to insult his storytelling.

I'm willing to change or adjust anything to fit your headcanons and will write in a strictly canon sense if asked! Nonetheless, here is a summary of the verse I write in, followed by more details.

Quincies were originally meant to safeguard humanity from 'demons,' entities that have broken free of the chain of Hell. Demons exist outside of the cycle of reincarnation, meaning they can be destroyed without consequence.

The exact circumstances and decisions that resulted in the Quincy abandoning their path as holy protectors of humanity and war/tension between them and Soul Society has mostly been lost to history, resulting in a scattered and corrupted version of the original Quincy.

A Quincy can become a Soul Reaper by inverting the flow of reiatsu through their soul and vice versa; Hollows and Demons have a similar relationship.

Demons are poisonous to Soul Reapers / average Souls in the same way that Hollows are poisonous to Quincy.

Demons have become much less common over the years, making the Quincy mostly obsolete.

Sasakibe was (and still is) an Quincy who learned the Soul Reaper arts and sought to befriend Yamamoto in an effort to prove that their people didn't need to fight. Though he managed the first goals, he never did actually reveal himself as a Quincy, but he did later fully abandon Yhwach as the king grew unstable.

Geoferd is a living Quincy residing in what is essentially the Quincy capital of the world, a neutral party that avoids association with both the Fallen King and Soul Society. Geoferd is essentially a historian, who watches the world and keeps note of things for future records. Although Geoferd will engage in combat, he's not particularly strong, and he will not use his powers on anything other than demons, well aware of the consequences.

Futsuku is the current Head Judge of the Central 46 and also the same judge that was ruling at the time of the Vizard's (attempted) execution. Futsuku had always been interested in doing good, but far too meek to be a warrior, so he pursued law. He served on Central 46 for about forty years before being rotated off after the Vizard's case. Normally, council members don't serve twice, but he was called back in on emergency after Aizen murdered the current council, and still holds the position.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Species and Hybrids

Zanpakuto and Bogengeist

History of the Quincy

Additional note: While the fanfic mentioned above has different rules than canon for the Spirit King and Royal Realm and Guard, those headcanons are typically admitted for roleplay. Feel free to ask about them, though!

SPECIES AND THEIR RELATIONSHIPS

A Demon is an entity that has broken free of the chain of Hell, granting them freedom and usually immense power.

A Quincy is an entity possessing a certain sort of reiatsu, commonly referred to as light magic.

This light magic infused in the Quincy offer them some unique strengths and weaknesses--while the demon energy is usually corrosive and poisonous to souls, Quincy are able to resist it. In turn, however, the emptiness of hollows are poisonous to them instead, making combat with them especially dangerous.

Soul Reapers are meant to exterminate hollows, Quincy are meant to exterminate demons. Quincy killing hollows is disastrous for the balance, and while a Soul Reaper killing a demon doesn't have much in way of consequence, it's akin to trying to tear down a brick wall with a butter knife. The purifying aspect of the zanpakuto does not work on demons, and they can only be struck down with one by pure blunt force. It's simply not the right tool for the job.

The relationship between these entities make their hybridization an especially fascinating concept. Hollows can shinigamify and soul reapers can hollowfy, and similarly, in the right conditions, a quincy could demonfy and a demon could quincify.

The adjacent entities tend to be more complicated, and much more unstable, especially given that certain entities are poisonous to others.

A hollow could quincify but hollowfication would kill a quincy; and a demon could shinigamify but demonification would kill a soul reaper. The final two sets are essentially opposites of one another: quincy pull in and manipulate external energy, while soul reapers exude and manipulate their own energy. Hollows are the result of an emptiness, and demons are the result of an excess. Thus, a hybridization of these sets are not supplemental to the original entity, but rather a complete rewiring of the intrinsic nature of the powers.

They cannot exist at the same time, and rather than requiring some external stimulus, a quincy could obtain soul reaper powers or a demon could obtain hollow powers just by training themselves to invert the powers they already have.

Bogengeist and Zanpakuto spirits are, in essence, one and the same. An internal representation of the powers of the soul, the key to unlocking and understanding the true power possessed by the soul.

In the case of hybrids, the Bogengeist and Zanpakuto spirit are literally one and the same, shifting along with the soul to represent whichever set of powers are active at the time.

A Quincy that obtains Soul Reaper powers would have a Bogengeist that matches their personality and a Zanpakuto spirit that opposes it; while a Soul Reaper that obtains Quincy powers would have the opposite.

HISTORY OF THE QUINCY

under construction/needs finalization and tweaking

The history of the Quincy has been lost.

Between Soul Society's destruction of the people, and the Wandenreich's own twisted interpretation of the Quincy arts, little to no history remains of who the Quincy really were, who they were meant to be.

Yhwach is known now to be the King of the Quincy; some say he was the first, some say he was one of many, others say he was a false king who usurped the people and used them for his own good.

Regardless of the truth, the Quincy kind were gifted with such knowledge as ancient spells, a new language (known in modern times as Old High German), and possibly secrets of the worlds to guard. In addition, through various ceremonies, the power of the Quincy could be passed on.

The first ceremony is temporary, to instill powers into a single generation or to restore the lost powers. By exhausting a creature mentally and physically then firing a Quincy arrow, infused with light magic, into a specific energy pathway near the heart. This technique can restore lost Quincy powers and also gift the power of a Quincy onto a non-light being, though the secondary use is dangerous, not unlike the Soul Reapers’ ability to gift Soul Reaper powers. It should be noted that this technique is on an energy level only, meaning that the recipient’s blood is not modified and the powers will not be inherited.

The second ceremony can only be executed to its fullest potential by Yhwach, though there is nothing preventing another Quincy from doing so. By drinking a small cup of the blood of a Quincy specially infused with a high concentration of light energy, that is the Quincy must specifically create this mixture—it is not contained naturally in their blood, a nonQuincy can gain the powers of for himself and all future generations. This technique is meant to be deterring to all but those most dedicated to the cause, in order to prevent the creation of undedicated Quincy.

Blood purity was considered very important in the older times, though it has since been realized that blood purity does not have any impact on the power level of the Quincy. Some modern Quincy still follow the ideals, though these are mostly the arrogant ‘pure bloods.’ They are referred to as ‘pure’ (Echt) and ‘mixed’ (Gesmicht). While many Quincy no longer care of these ideals, calling the wrong Quincy Gesmicht can result in a painful retaliation.

??? years ago, the Fall of the Quincy

For reasons lost to all but whispered myth, Yhwach began to grow tired of his role of giver—of protector—a thankless role that got him and his people called many names, chased out of many towns.

Perhaps he wanted to claim Soul Society as a sanctuary for his people.

Perhaps he saw the hell that was Seireitei and wished to repair it.

Perhaps his goals were never anything other than greed.

Perhaps he was like this all along.

Perhaps...something more sinister was afoot.

Nonetheless, Yhwach began to scheme: Quincy began to realize how to keep their powers after death, and the fact was exploited to create an army within the very place the Soul Reapers reside: Soul Society. Yhwach began scavenging the world for the remaining Quincy, offering sanctuary in a world that rejected their kindness and services.

Yhwach’s technique for gathering his army should be noted. Remember when it was mentioned that a Quincy entering Soul Society through a Senkaimon or similar portal, they possess their power after death. By learning how to create such a portal, he was capable of bringing living (or soul) Quincy into the Soul Society, effectively bringing the battle to the Soul Reapers.

In addition, because his blood runs quite literally in all Quincy, he is also capable of seizing control over this blood (or more specifically the energy within) and quite literally forcing the Quincy into doing whatever it is he desires. The amount of energy and focus required to achieve the effect is excessive making the practical uses nil yet horrifyingly effective for the sadistic man wishing to thoroughly torture his Quincy. The technique is more powerful the purer the Quincy is. This ability is also one of the main reason no Quincy, fallen or otherwise, has ever (successfully) overthrown Yhwach. He can also forcibly rip a Quincy’s powers from him, a generally fatal process.

1,000 years ago, Seireiteian/Vandenreich War

After years of amassing forces, the Vandenreich finally stormed Seireitei, resulting in a massive chaotic surprise attack.

When faced with an enemy that unabashedly cut through anything that crossed its path even if it was its own soldiers, Seireitei was at a loss.

The threat was unlike anything the Seireitei had ever faced: Hollows were no comparison. With the signature organized chaos of the darkness, the Seireitei was nearly obliterated in the course of a few days. Not even Shigekuni Yamamoto could defeat Yhwach completely.

At the very end, using a forbidden demonic spell, the Seireitei managed to pull off a desperate counterattack that managed to save what was left of the city and seal a majority of the Vandenreich’s forces, including Yhwach, into God knows where for a thousand years. Those that were missed by the spell retreated shortly after.

Seireitei had pulled through.

Up until this point, Soul Reapers were best described as heartless creatures that only protected humanity because it allowed them to hunt down hollows. However, this battle was a changing point. Yamamoto began to realize the necessity of an organized military system: hence, the Gotei 13 was born. After this war, the Soul Reapers began to become more human; Soul Reapers not born in Seireitei began to join the system, eventually morphing the Gotei 13 into the (mostly) noble society it is today. Yamamoto is still a merciless, cold man, but he is not heartless.

600 years ago, rising of the Quincy of the Old Order

It took a very long time for any semblance of the Quincy culture to resurge. Of those that did not get killed, even fewer remained good, and even fewer yet still desired to wield the power. The survivors of the war were few and scattered and most of them put down their bow—some even going as far as undergoing painful removals of the power entirely—in response to the shame their King brought upon them.

The Pride of the Quincy was virtually nonexistent.

Though no human records of it exist, it is accepted as fact that the angels also turned their backs on the Quincy after the Falling.

The Quincy were torn: should they follow their king, their teachings, or abandon both?

Unfortunately, many chose the third option, growing bitter at the events that transpired. They felt abandoned, lost, and in return, they abandoned all that they knew.

Surprisingly, very few outside of the Vandenreich decided to follow their king, mostly because they were outside his reign of influence.

Some Quincy even went rouge, either using their powers for their own sense of good or their own sense of evil. This Quincy were the direct cause of the modern Quincy nearly 400 years later.

There were the fewest, however: Those that decided to step up and salvage the pride of the Quincy, and rebuild from scratch.

Like minded Quincy eventually gathered in modern day Germany, where they decided to start anew. They dubbed themselves Quincy of the Old Order, referring to the style of Quincy that existed prior to the fall of the King.

In a cruel twist of fate, the QOO find themselves essentially obsolete. Demons are virtually nonexistent. Regardless, they will stand fast, ready to defend the worlds should they ever need them.

500 years ago, Building of Shutzestadt.

Finally, the Quincy gather enough in order to begin building a new city. Building churches, libraries, and schools that still stand today all dedicated to the light and heaven above.

Schutzestadt starts out small, with only approximately 200 inhabitants. The city is blocked off from humans, powerful spells hiding the city from sight and essentially existence despite being just outside the edges of human civilization. It is by word of mouth and by word of mouth only that new Quincy managed to discover the city; even experienced Quincy would have difficulty discovering the city on their own.

Quincy have a love of bells, and as such nearly all important buildings have one of their own. A very rigid schedule has been set for the bells, with various tones indicating times of the day, generally the sunrise and set, which is also a city-wide sense of opening and closing for public buildings, special holidays, and even a set for communication, such as alerting the city to an attack or other source of danger.

The Quincy also employ a unique sense of architecture, with their spiritual abilities allowing them to create buildings that couldn’t exist by the human laws of physics. Shops and other facilities are stacked upon each other, with Hirenkyaku allowing Quincy to reach their doors without large and cumbersome staircases.

This city became the Quincy capital of the worlds, with a proud sign declaring itself as such to any who find its magnificence.

Showing an outstanding degree of adaptability, the remnants of the war create a completely self-sustained city, complete with currency, government, and culture. Currency became all sorts of ware and crafts, as some Quincy specialize in arts, others in clothing, others in weaponry, and so on; the government became a council, as no Quincy here dared to invite a new King to the top (plus Yhwach took the idea of ‘divine right’ to a whole new level); and the culture was a new adopted code based on the Quincy of the Old Order’s ideals of morality.

Even as Quincy constantly brought everything they had of the so-called ‘Golden Years’ to the capital, a great majority of the Original Quincy culture was lost to the world, buried under the remnants of various villages, locked away in the depths of the Vandenreich, or forgotten in a temple by some deceased Quincy.

Even so, it is doubtful that this material is permanently destroyed, as they were protected by the light and are generally much more durable than even the Quincy who guide them. Perhaps they will be unearthed again one day.

The Quincy of the Old Order do follow a path close to that of the original species, even if some of the details and abilities available to them vanished.

In Schutzestadt, the designation of ‘Gesmicht’ was removed from official use, though the slang of the term does still exist as a grave insult.

The Quincy survived to meet a new era.

250 years ago, rise of the Modern Quincy.

Unfortunately, word of mouth was not enough to attract every Quincy as they travelled the world. With communications cut and no way to find the rest of their kind, the QOO were powerless to stop various distorted forms of the art from arising.

One grievous case is recorded as the Modern Quincy, a group growing astoundingly quickly, embittered by the hollows that plague the world and the Soul Reapers who are not only negligent, but also hate their clan.

It cannot be said that the Modern Quincy were evil in any way, merely misguided and lost from their path of light and righteousness. However, that does not prevent horrendous consequences for them.

Almost all traces of demons were forgotten in this modern group. Those that practice religion generally follow a human form. At best, these Modern Quincy could be described as nothing more than a shadow of even the QOO.

They even forgot the existence of their bow spirits, the literal meaning of the phrase ‘my soul is in my bow,’ merely operating on the metaphorical meaning that they used their powers to fight for what they believed was right and just.

In fact, they forgot the most important rule of all:

Quincy must only strike down demons.

The world has a very specific order, in which humans are allowed to live out their life on Earth and Soul Society, with death in one world leading to life in the other. Should a human lose touch with his humanity, the life of a hollow awaits him.

When striking down a demon, the balance is unaffected since they were already removed from it. However, when striking down a hollow, soul reaper, or human, the balance shifts in favor of the other world. Again, this event will not cause a problem occasionally, however, when you have thousands of Quincy in the same general area taking out hundreds of hollows each, the balance begins to shift dangerously so.

The Soul Reapers were not blind to the issue, and knew that it needed to be corrected.

It was decided that peaceful attempts would be attempted first (rather than deal with the morality of erasing an entire species from existence—the Modern Soul Reaper was much more morally inclined than the Old Soul Reaper).

Unfortunately, the Modern Quincy were not willing to negotiate on the necessary terms.

200 years ago, the Genocide of the Modern Quincy

After years of arguing with the Quincy and years of failing, it was finally agreed that the majority of the Quincy must be erased, preferably with their own powers, in order to ensure that they would never rise again (as the Soul Reaper’s understanding of the Quincy was minimal).

The war was bloody.

The Quincy were overpowered quickly. They may be strong, but without the spells and equipment of the ancients that made them truly powerful, the superior numbers, experience, and strength of the Soul Reapers quickly wiped them out.

Even those willing to negotiate would not do so on the terms necessary to preserve the balance of the world. Those few Quincy who desired peace were destroyed, and those few Soul Reapers had to eventually cave for the sake of the world.

A scant few of the Modern Quincy remained scattered throughout Japan, while the Soul Reapers remained blissfully unaware of the QOO’s existence, and said QOO would not learn of the genocide until it was far too late.

100 years ago, restructuring of Schutzestadt.

Whenever the QOO finally learned of the genocide, there was nothing they could do beyond sigh and mourn the stupidity of their kin.

After all, in this situation, the Soul Society was truly blameless and their kin was at fault.

Though it may be since they had an emotional distance from the occurrence, they could clearly see that the Modern Quincy were at fault and should have listened to Soul Society, who did their best to avoid resorting to extremes.

They made attempts to reach the remainders of the clan, they were mostly shut out and treated with suspicion: After all, what true Quincy could side with the Soul Reapers?

It was at this point that the QOO decided that there needed to be changes.

Schutzestadt, the complete pride of the QOO, was nearly completely deconstructed: only the churches, temples, and schools remained untouched. However, over the years, various stubborn elders hide secrets amongst the city, dying without ever revealing these secrets and even more of the original lore and magic fell to the wind, even if the morals were still kept.

The spell protecting their city finally came down after 400 years, being replaced by various smaller spells to protect their secrets from the average human. Humans could finally step into the sacred ground of the Quincy as it still stands today.

The Quincy appear as basic humans with a fascination with white, blue, and crosses, and many of the shops are open for trading and buying of (nonspiritual) wares and even the churches, temples, and schools can be accessed in the right conditions.

There are hotels, but Shutzestadt is a very closed community, with no nonQuincy being able to take up residence there.

Slowly but surely a mixture of human culture made it to the QOO, allowing them to adopt their inventions and mannerisms without ever losing that which made them Quincy.

The humans came and went, and eventually it became another one of Germany’s marvels, though spiritually aware beings can see the unnatural shops and activities that take place there.

The previous council still exists, in order to deal with such things as spiritual issues. It was renamed the Old Council, while an aptly named New Council deals with situations involving humans doing human things.

The Soul Reapers remain blissfully unaware of its existence.

75 years ago, the outing of Mayuri Kurostuchi

And of course, no history of the Quincy could be complete without an honorable mention to the Quincy’s greatest fan, Mayuri Kurostuchi, infamously known for the brutal, torturous experiments performed on the Quincy.

Although most of the Soul Society wished to punish him for the actions, there was nothing they could do besides attempt to prevent further incidents, although it is almost guaranteed that Mayuri continued in the background.

He got off on the simple loop that Soul Society didn’t have a law against it. Yes, there were laws against the mistreatment of humans, though he had prepared a large case about why exactly the Quincy could not be considered human, which the Soul Society had to begrudgingly agree with.

This declaration successfully left Mayuri blameless, as Soul Society’s only laws required the destruction of any entity endangering the balance. The law did not state in which way they must be destroyed, and no legal action was implementable against him. The law was shortly after amended to call for the humane dispatch of enemies.

Unfortunately, he also cited reasons of research, as his research did reveal plenty of information about the spiritual archers, and Soul Society could not risk losing opportunities to gather information about enemies, so they did not place any restrictions on what Mayuri could and could not do.

This does not stop him from showing an interest in any other Quincy that crosses his path, regardless of whether or not he feels the information is complete. Any Modern Quincy would kill him nearly instantly and he remains one of the few Soul Reapers the QOO honestly hate.

9 years ago, the “holy” selection, auswӓhlen.

The crazed Vandenreich began to awaken. Since the Fall nearly 1000 years ago, Haschwalth was in charge of them, which plays a large part in the fact that the nonsleeping members did not strike at Soul Society again.

Haschwalth told the soldiers that it would be unwise to make any move while their king was indisposed.

As Yhwach began to stir, he had differing plans. He began a ceremony, a literally deadly spell that would summon the powers of the Gesmicht, by the old definition, Quincy back to him to speed his recovery.

An application of his ability to control the light energy in other Quincy, such a large scale required undiluted attention and a huge preparation and it is unlikely that such a spell will be carried out again in the life of the world, if Yhwach is even capable of doing so again. It is unknown if he is capable of doing the same spell on Echt Quincy.

The spell caused interworldal chaos, as the remnants of the Modern Quincy, the QOO, and even Quincy living in the Soul Society were suddenly and brutally killed. Those that knew the legend cringed in shame at the actions of the man they call king, while those who did not were left to mourn the unexpected loss of those they loved.

Some of the few Modern Quincy continued to be deluded by the Quincy’s illusion of grandeur, believing the King and auswӓhlen to be the turning point of the Quincy, feeling as though their King would finally arise and avenge them, not knowing that the Quincy have fallen a long time ago.

Yhwach rose to power.

Current

The Quincy are still in existence, despite their lowered numbers and powers. A majority of them reside in the shadows of Soul Society in the Invisible Empire, just waiting for the moment when their king is ready to strike. Others, such as the Ishida in Karakura are mostly isolated, ignorant of the true path of the Quincy, and merely doing that which they feel is best. The QOO has still opted out of any major affairs in the worlds.

Who will side with who, and will good or evil reign supreme? None can tell…

#|| ooc | out of character.#|| shared | verse | bleach.#|| shared | headcanon | bleach.

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And now for my own fun tracking of my OCs ages in 9:52! xD (Added bonus of their LIs too.)

Hero of Ferelden

Solona Amell - 42 - Warden Alistair

Milena Cousland - 40 - King Alistair

Kalliana Tabris - 39 - Zevran

Marek Mahariel - 43 - Morrigan

Arien Aeducan - RIP - Ultimate Sacrifice

Inga Brosca - 42 - Leliana

Alanna (of Trebond) Surana - 40 - Zevran (aka George Cooper)

Champion of Kirkwall

Daylen Amell-Hawke - Left in the Fade - exes w Anders

Arienne Hawke - 46 - Anders

Yvanna Hawke-Vael - 46 - Sebastian Vael (rivalmance)

Daine (Sarrasri) Hawke - 46 - Anders (aka Numair)

Inquisitor

Tanith Trevelyan - 39 - Cullen

Kadan Adaar - 43 - Iron Bull

Atishavir Lavellan - 41 - Solas

Revassan Lavellan - 37 - Dorian

Alyssana Lavellan - 36 - Josephine (& OC Joslen Campana)

Isana Cadash - 34 - Sera

Keladry (of Mindelan) Adaar - 31

Rook

Tanith -> Alvaro Trevelyan [warrior, Lord of Fortune] - 38

Kadan -> Saaraban Adaar [mage, Veil Jumper] - 40

Atishavir -> Alyssana [rogue, Antivan Crow] - 36 - (in an open poly marriage)

Revassan -> TBD [Tal-Vashoth Reaper warrior, TBD]

Alyssana -> Revassan [rogue, Veil Jumper] - 37 - (single ready to mingle)

Isana -> dwarf [warrior, Grey Warden]

Keladry -> Alianne (of Pirate's Swoop) [rogue, Shadow Dragon] - 18

Bonus Round - My AU Fanfic Continuity:

HoF: Milena Cousland/Marek Mahariel

Champion: Arienne Hawke

Inquisitor: AU Solona Amell - LI: Cullen

Rook: Evanthe Amell, Mourn Watch mage OR Kieran Mahariel, Shadow Dragon mage

Dragon Age NPC Ages in DA: The Veilguard

This assumes that the 9 10 years between Dragon Age Inquisition and Dragon Age: The Veilguard refer to the Trespasser DLC (as in the last time Varric would have seen Solas; confirmed in Dev Q&A on 6/14/24). This places DAV in 9:54. Characters who showed up in a previous game will not be repeated in the lists for later games they also appeared in (i.e., Leliana is under DAO, not DAI).

Read more for length & spoiler reasons. The ages listed are assuming they have not had their birthday in 9:54 yet.

ETA1: I used the ages & evidence summarized by @dalishious in this post, superseding those ages with newer evidence where available or my own interpretation of textual evidence (when given a range I personally favor smack in the middle more often than not).

ETA2: Changed year/ages to reflect the Q&A information that Veilguard is 10 years post-Trespasser, not 9 as originally stated.

Dragon Age: Origins - 9:30 - 24 years prior

Alistair Theirin - 43

Morrigan - 49

Leliana - 50

Zevran Arainai - 48

Oghren Kondrat - 66

Wynne - RIP (would've been 71)

Shale - Eternal

Sten (now Arishok) - 67

Loghain Mac Tir - 75

Anora Mac Tir - 50

Dragon Age: Awakening - 9:31 - 23 years prior

Nathaniel Howe - 53

Anders - 54

Sigrun - 48

Velanna - 48

Dragon Age 2 - 9:30-9:37 - 24-17 years prior

Hawke - 48

Carver/Bethany Hawke - 43

Fenris - ~54

Isabela - 54

Merrill - ~47

Sebastian Vael - 46

Aveline Vallen - ~59

Varric Tethras - 53

Dragon Age Inquisition - 9:41-9:44 - 13-10 years prior

Josephine Montilyet - 41

Cullen Rutherford - 42

Cassandra Pentaghast - 50

Solas - ~2000 (appears mid-40s)

Sera - 32

Vivienne de Fer - 57

Blackwall/Thom Rainier - 58

the Iron Bull - 50

Dorian Pavus - 42

Cole - Ageless (appears 20, or he may have aged into his 30s if he were made more human in DAI)

Kieran - 22

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age veilguard #DAV #Wench's Wardens #reblog with fixed ages per the new year confirmation

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thorns-and-rosewings · 3 months ago

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I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!! MY REAPER KILLCODE STORY IS NOW UP!!!

For anyone who doesn't remember him, it's this version of KC...

If you're interested be sure to have a read! I'm honestly just happy I FINALLY wrote something after so long...

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spectrayus · 4 months ago

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💗 LIST OF PUBLICATIONS 💗

✞☬𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚘 - 𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚂𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚊.☬✞ (first publication) / Others games

𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂'𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅. / My Ocs

ºO•❤•.¸Reaper Nurse Fanart From Dark Deception¸.••Oº / Other games

*~My first watercolor painting~* / Art

•((¯°·._.• Betrayus, Specter and Sayu Sketches •._.·°¯))• / PMATGA / Netherworld Family Au

🤗🍓♥️🧸Lotso Huggin’ Bear🧸♥️🍓🤗 / Fanart

*•.¸♡ My OTPs ♡¸.•* / Shippings BL / Spectrayus / Lumiworth / Bender X Robot Devil

¸„-•~¹°”ˆ˜Fire for love ˜ˆ”°¹~•-„¸ / PMATGA / Spectrayus

Sketches PoM Characters (human version) 🐧🦦 / PoM

archenemies competing(?) / PoM

You´re at my mercy, Skipahh / PoM

New Betrayus’ Hairstyle / PMATGA

H̵A̵H̵A̵,̵ ̵Y̵o̵u̵'̵R̵E̵ ̵N̵o̵T̵H̵I̵n̵g̵ / PMATGA / My Ocs

*•.¸♡ ~Passion Chains~ ♡¸.•* / PMATGA / Spectrayus

Can you draw pacman / Ask Box / PMATGA

Commander Betrayus / Ask Box / PMATGA

Care for a small friendly hug? :3 / Ask Box

I love your art please make a fanfic / Ask Box / PMATGA

Franski!! / PoM

💗💙❤️Spectrayus Cute Mode!!💗💙❤️ / PMATGA / Spectrayus

████ ██ █████ ███ Randall Boggs, Lotso and Hopper human versions █ ████ ████ ██████ ██ █ / Fanart

Specter' Hands 👌✨💙 / PMATGA

6. With Specter and Betrayus please. / PMATGA Headcanons / Spectrayus / Ask Box

#9 for Spector and Betrayus? 🤔 / PMATGA Headcanons / Spectrayus / Ask Box

💎Herobrine💎 = ""First Crush"" / Minecraft

🍷💙❤️🎶~Romantic Date~🍷💙❤️🎶 / PMATGA / Spectrayus

TRAYUS TRAYUS TRAYUS TRAYUS TRAYUS / PMATGA / Meme

Funny drawings Super Mario Bros between my sister and me / Super Mario Bros

★·.·´¯`·.·★MY FIRST TIK TOK, GUYS!!★·.·´¯`·.·★ / Luigi's Mansion / Booigi

Another new video!! yaaay!! :D / Luigi's Mansion / Booigi

My self-criticism of my drawings / Luigi's Mansion / Booigi

]|I{•------» Kɪɴɢs ɪɴ Mᴀʀɪᴏ Uɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ Hᴜᴍᴀɴ Vᴇʀsɪᴏɴ «------•}I|[ / Super Mario Bros

/0/0//New Tiktok Video!!!\\0\0\ / Super Mario Bros / Luisley

¸„.-•~¹°”ˆ˜¨ 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑑 ¨˜ˆ”°¹~•-.„¸ / PMATGA

───── ❝ 𝑺𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 ❞ ───── / PMATGA

what's the worst thing you've put your oc through? / Oc Prompts

what's your oc's relationship like with their parents? / Oc Prompts

why'd you choose your oc's name? / Oc Prompts

Which oc has dozens of unfinished projects? / Oc Prompts

*+{Drawings on Nintendo DS :P / Art

DRAWINGS ABOUT PMATGA ON NINTENDO DS!! / PMATGA

DRAWINGS ABOUT LUIGI'S MANSION ON NINTENDO DS!! / Luigi's Mansion

A Twitter Meme Crossover (Betrayus and Luigi) / Crossover / PMATGA / Luigi's Mansion

WARNING: Toxic love, non-canon fictional relationship. Minecraft fanfic, Canon x Oc / Minecraft

✨👑𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐵𝑜𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤 👑✨ / Luigi's Mansion

Dibujin rápido del malvavisco!! / Luigi's Mansion

Hello can you make a comic about betrayus x specter / Ask Box / PMATGA / Spectrayus

Funny anecdote

Can you draw specter as a girl please / Ask Box / PMATGA

Can you draw stratos looking at betrayus KISSING specter / Ask Box / PMATGA / Spectrayus

Saw the art of betrayus and Luigi's crossover. What if betrayus, specter, kingboo and Luigi went on a double date together? / Ask Box / PMATGA / Spectrayus / Luigi's Mansion / Booigi

"Chat with Alastor AI, nothing wrong happens" / Fanart Video

Akira Toriyama Commemoration. / Fanart

Janice Burgess Commemoration. / Fanart

Dibujines Gachos #2 / Super Mario Bros / PMATGA / Crossover

𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 ��𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔... / PMATGA

Sᴘʏ x ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ/Sᴘᴇᴄᴛʀᴀʏᴜs sʜɪᴘ / PMATGA / Spectrayus

𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉, 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔... (TikTok) / PMATGA / Spectrayus

What if specter cheat on betrayus what will betrayus do about will he be jaulous??? / Ask Box / PMATGA / Spectrayus

Why do you follow me??? / Prompt

“Heh heh heh... Yes, I think a rose matches your green perfectly!” 🪠💚🫘 / Super Mario Bros / Luisley

King Boo HIMSELF liked my artwork!! / Funny drawing

꧁•Zz⊹٭ᗯᗩᖇᗰ ᕼᑌG٭⊹zZ꧂ / PMATGA / Spectrayus

the characters in real human version / PMATGA / Luigi's Mansion

I love your Mario PMATGA crossover / Ask Box / Video Response

Isn’t it obvious that Betrayus KNEW that the Ghost Gang where helping Pacman the WHOLE time / Ask Box / Video Response

How would my PMATGA OC scenecore idol Sydney Lee Miller would feels about Specter? / Ask Box / PMATGA

•?((¯°·._.• 𝙱𝚘𝚠𝚞𝚒𝚐𝚒 D𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 🪠💚🐢 / Super Mario Bros / Bowuigi

King Boo x Betrayus (Crackship) / Crossover / PMATGA / Luigi's Mansion

King Boo Twitter Follows Me xd / Funny drawings

🌈SHIPS LGBT REQUESTS!! / Fanart

cw: suggestive (betrayus x specter) / PMATGA / Spectrayus

A selfie of the one asked Lord Betrayus himself!! for his profile photo!! / PMATGA

Luigi expressing awkwardness and ashamed / Super Mario Bros

I love to see slim men's backs, and Specter is no exception ✨🫦 / PMATGA

✨Headcanons about Spectrayus✨👻 / PMATGA Headcanons / Spectrayus

This definitely reminded me of these two idiots / PMATGA / Spectrayus

Who was the pink girl who cosplayed as Anya from spy x family? / PMATGA / Netherworld Family Au

A drawing about me and Betrayus mocking of my situation :'< / Art

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦Ꮋꭺꮖꮮ Ꮮꮻꭱꭰ Ᏼꭼꭲꭱꭺꭹꮜꮪ꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦ / PMATGA

⊱ ── {.⋅𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒, 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢⋅.} ──⊰ / PMATGA

✨👑𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐵𝑜𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤 👑✨ / Luigi's Mansion

NEW VIDEO TIKTOK: 🚩𝗥𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗹𝗮𝗴𝘀‼️/ Spectrayus / PMATGA / Animatic TikTok

#list of publication #I put the list of all the publications I have made here #so you don't have to struggle to search :3

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meltedbluecaterpillar · 5 months ago

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i'm here cause you understand me, how my brain is, birds of a feather yada yada.

Absol, how do you think our new Jackson Skellinwang man is gonna be personality wise? His smirk screams cocky to me, honestly reminds me a little of Mammon ... hmmmm. I hope he is a lil dumb.

Also really curious what his voice sounds like ;-; I saw on twt someone said jp fans actually speculate for Gojo's va??? Could it be ... we will get Gojo'd in twst ???!!! I'll busss rn.

Every time i look at him I'm brought back to the horrid wattpad fanfic we all read on a discord call of you being the grim reaper's cousin and become jack skellington's maid.... xD

Good morning Cheese. I am so glad our brains are connected… He does remind me of Mammon in a way, but I think he’ll be very similar to the actual J-SkellingPark. So he probably does more harm than good, of course with pure intentions… He is the king of Halloween so of course he will show our cast a good time.

I also saw that this morning. Because of the voice actors popularity and the similarities in design between our new character and Gojo… I think it would be exciting. Gojo has been reborn into a sexy humanoid skeleton…

Oh gosh I was thinking of that this morning… Her matching set of lace lingerie beneath her maid uniform… Of course… How could we not expect that… I would love to read more silly fanfics like that… But now that we are actually getting a canon design… I fear… That the silly fanfics of him will become far more intense than before…

#absolute answers.#cheese ʚїɞ

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whycantidothisshit · 6 months ago

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Alright, lets start at the.. start.

I got a whole worlds cooking up in this brain and its time for me to finally post something. What would y'all want to see? I got 3 that are very different. These all are either mainly gay or have homos in the storyline so hello LGBTQ community! - Reborn by the flames: Story of a group of traumatized 20 year olds trying to fix the realms before mayhem can take over. Fantasy. all of this is fantasy. There's a burned man, kitsune experiment, the fae queen, and shroom girl. Main Villain is a mislead guy that follows a godlike creature that causes him to cause the rift divide more. -Sickness started this story: work in progress title, Story of a young princess becoming a witch. A familiar not bound to a body. A Gifted student envious of the love that her mentor showed the princess. The next one is a straight up fanfic for Undertale Aus (But given time can be rebranded as its own story, but for now is a fanfic)

-The 4 realms: 4 realms with 4 rulers. Focusing on the kingdom of Death aka Luminara. Ruled by the Letzte family (aka rebrand comyet family lol). Reaper is the current king of this land. The story will start with ink traveling to the Sun kingdom (Thrinacia) to be the royal painter for King dream (possible drink *wink wink*). Cross will travel to the Moon kingdom to be a Royal guard.

Depending on what you guys think I can add in more mature themes or subtract depending on comments. Speak y'all's minds and tell me if you'd like to hear my silly stories.

Welcome to the show,

Aegues.

Oh also thinking of self publishing some childrens books, any tips and tricks for that? Thank you Tumblr!

#fanfic #undertale au #original story

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nieithryn · 1 year ago

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GETTING TO KNOW YOU

Respond to the prompts below, and tag fellow writers that you’d like to get to know better.

FAVORITE COLOR(S): Dark/Navy Blue, Metallic Gray/Silver, Metallic Yellow/Gold, Heraldic Red.

FAVORITE MOVIE(S): Pirates of Penzance (1983), Attack of the Clones (2002), The Greatest Showman (2017), The Road to El Dorado (2000), Much Ado About Nothing (1993), Walking With Dinosaurs/Beasts, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002), The Lord of the Rings Trilogy,The Hobbit (1977) & The Return of the King (1980).

FAVORITE BOOK(S): Shatterpoint (Matthew Stover), Jingo (Terry Pratchett), Reaper Man (Terry Pratchett), Night Watch (Terry Pratchett)....do the Open Seasons comics count?

FAVORITE SERIES: Hands-down Discworld by Terry Pratchett as far as bookseries, followed closely by Honor Harrington by David Weber. Dresden Files by Jim Butcher; The Lunar Chronicles by Marissa Meyer (but I know the author personally, so, I'm biased). For tv series, The Clone Wars, Good Omens, Hogan's Heroes, uh....there's more I am simply blanking.

FAVORITE MUSICIAN(S): Elton John, Billy Joel, Mary Black, Roger Whittaker, Malukah, Enya, Loreena McKennitt, Josh Groban, Aurelio Voltaire, Blackmore's Night, the Seekers, Peter Paul and Mary, John Denver, Glen Yarbrough.....

FAVORITE MUSIC: Celtic Folk, Folk (in general, especially 60s folk tho), TV/Videogame/Film Scores, Musical Theatre, Classic Rock, Soft Rock, Pre-9/11 Country Music, Classical Orchestra, Disco...a little bit of it all really.

LAST SONG: Let Your Love Flow by the Bellamy Brothers

LAST SERIES: The Clone Wars....I am predictable, okay.

LAST MOVIE: Take the Lead

CURRENTLY READING: Lots of old Star Wars comics, Off Armageddon Reef, and a reread of the Dresden Files (Grave Peril currently). Whatever takes the mood of the moment lol.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Trying to get myself to rewatch Bad Batch season 1 and then start season 2, or watch Book of Boba Fett.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: Recovering from a toxic relationship and some old old fanfics I wanna finish. And making my way back to the lovely Tumblr SWRPC after a long absence.

#let the games begin (dash games)#About Liz #Liz Things

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storiumemporium · 1 year ago

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I DIDN'T REALIZE PART TWO WAS OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Girlie you write Aegon so fucking good I could weep 😭😭😭

You were still reserved, the very embodiment of the perfect lady wife, but he was almost uneasy with how you responded to his touch, to his kiss.

Mf how am I supposed to warm up if you are still acting like the grim reaper??? Especially when you have a fuckin Reputation™ smh

In the days that followed, the routine was broken by the bliss that now engulfed you, your tiptoes tumbling on air as you flit throughout the Red Keep.

That's what some KINGLY ASS DICK WILL DO

or how he would place his palm on your lower back, leaning until his lips almost touched your ear with the soft words, “How lovely you look today,” and that warmth would spill into your features, crimson with his praise.

PUHLEEEAAASE AEGON GIVE ME YOUR SOFT TEASING LITTLE PRAISES I—

And then Aegon broke for a moment of air, pulling from your grasp and your hands trailed the planes of his chest to his abdomen;

Totally not imagining how he looks in that one scene where you can see the soft definition of his abs,,, not at all,,,,

Aemond felt the blood rush to his cheeks, to his cock, and he took a soft step backwards while Aegon held his steady stare,

CUCK 2: THE CUCKENING STRIKES BACK

“Sweet girl,” he cooed, his gaze dropping to admire your flushed features, “I wish you to come on my cock.”

Aegon kept his hold on your waist, his palms pressed onto your skin, his lips ghosted the junction of your neck to your shoulder and you giggled from the sensation. “Your king commands you to stop clenching,” he hissed and you felt the hot exhale of his low voice You giggled again, finding his lips for a kiss, your tongue curling in his mouth to taste him, to taste yourself. “Forgive me, my king,” you whispered, meeting with his eyes, the violet almost completely swallowed by his blown out pupils; your lips curled upwards with the slow roll of your hips against him.

I love the horny shit, don't get me wrong— ten time Horny Bitch Awards winner right here, virtually everything I've written has either fit in the angst or porn (or both) category of fanfic on the Interwebz™

But this shit? This is my favorite, you write him so tender and so sweet and might I just VOMIT MY FUCKING HEART OUT FOR HIM REAL QUICK—

And as he had done for Aegon, it was returned; in the end, all that mattered was that the blood of the dragon would thrive still.

Listen I'm just saying I have SEVERAL holes—

ARCIEEEEE it's so fucking GOOOOOOOD you have the talent for writing Eggman in your bones, istg

It's beautiful

And you told me I should concentrate.

Summary: Aemond makes a mistake. Paring: Aegon Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 2050 Warnings: Just some smut. Smidgen of Targcest in the beginning, definite voyeurism, marital cheating, oral (f receiving), p in v, breeding kink if you squint. Author's Note: Here is part 2 of Only if for a night. You wanted sad boi Aemond and here he is, wholly confused and just fucking things up 😂 Thank you to my beta reader @f4ll-for-you, you always help me to give the best version of our baby girl Aegon. 💜 lēkia is brother Banners & dividers by @cafekitsune Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @sylas-the-grim @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @theromanticegoist @assortedseaglass @amiraisgoingthruit @theoneeyedprince @babyblue711 @itbmojojoejo @girlwith-thepearlearring @lovelykhaleesiii @darylandbethfanforever9 @bucknastysbabe

His sister had once said that it was fate to crave what is given to another, but for Aemond, it was a dull ache that reverberated within his ribs as he dragged Aegon to the Iron Throne.

Aemond was first and foremost dutiful, his steadfast devotion extended to his brother and his crown, and it led his steps towards the confrontation on the Sept steps. But it was now a distant memory, along with the initial hesitation he had felt, as he was pleased that Aegon not just carried their ancestral crown as a decoration, but showed pride, thriving with his kingship.

He had no qualms to follow through with the expected betrothal that had been made, as your dowry had allowed them their victory. But Aemond could not help the relief that washed over when you had been formally introduced; you were poised, you were beautiful, and you had no compulsion to fill the air with incessant chatter, as he often found the other ladies of the court always were compelled to droll on.

It truly seemed to be a favorable match; you were not blatantly besotted with your intended–as Aemond knew this to be expected, Targaryen or not, he was always aware of the scar that burned across his features–but you were courteous, and he admired the touch of pink to your cheeks whenever his attention was solely on you.

The ceremony had been modest and you seemed grateful with how he threw the crowd that crowed for proof of your maidenhead from the chambers. It left you alone with your new husband and the unease that filled the air between.

Aemond was aware of your slight tremor, and he was mindful of every noise that spilled from your rosy lips, his hands were gentle to touch, guided by your soft sounds. With the proof of your purity spilled on the linen, and before he had left, he called for your handmaidens to have a warm bath drawn to help the ache between your thighs.

His dutiful nature followed into his role as lord husband, though perhaps not in a romantic sense, but he would escort you to break fast with his siblings and mother, or he would suggest a stroll in the gardens of the Red Keep if the weather allowed it. Aemond was also certain to allow your time apart, allowing you to keep the company of your handmaidens, but also he would come in the evenings to do what was expected of a man and wife.

But despite the time spent together outside of the marital chambers, there still tarried a trepidation in his bones. You were still reserved, the very embodiment of the perfect lady wife, but he was almost uneasy with how you responded to his touch, to his kiss. Aemond had hoped against hope that you would eventually bloom in response, but you seemed content to remain encased within your petals.

So Aemond sought advice from his sister Helaena, as he knew she allowed him a candid honesty and he could trust whatever insight she had to offer. She had always been a resounding comfort for him, something that began with his dismemberment when she faithfully visited him as he healed.

Their bond was something that knitted tightly in the marrow of their bones, something that naturally gave into an intimacy they shared when she first married Aegon. At first, resentment boiled beneath as Aemond watched how his brother disrespected his lady wife, how he was lost in his whores of Fleabottom and neglected fulfilling his marital duties.

This was when Helaena noticed how his gaze lingered and she called in her singsong voice, “it is our fate, I think, to crave always what is given to another.”

It was a thrill, her touch both familiar and unfamiliar, something that stirred a warmth in his lower abdomen, curling at the base of his spine. “The blood of the dragon must thrive,” she had whispered against his lips.

There was a sense of pride with how his legacy showed in the features of Jaehaerys’ that sharpened as he grew, and in the silk, silver texture of Jaehaera’s tresses, as well as the shade of lavender in the wide eyes of Maelor.

But this had not been his intention when he came to her that night, though he found it was too easy to fall back into her warm curves and embrace; her lyrical hymn that was coy to coax him–may the gods forgive him, but Aemond relished in being desired again.

He knew it was a lustful moment of weakness, and as the post-coital haze lifted, a sense of shame settled over in its place; Aemond had no intention to whore around on his wife, that he wished for her to carry his legitimate child, his legacy, as what was expected, as what was their duty to the realm.

“You just found your confidence again, lēkia,” Helaena remained bare, curled beneath the duvet, and watched as Aemond dressed. “You already know what you must do.”

Aemond knew he had to see you.

In the days that followed, the routine was broken by the bliss that now engulfed you, your tiptoes tumbling on air as you flit throughout the Red Keep. Aemond saw how you glowed, as did anyone who dared to compliment his wife, but he also noticed how the sugared words drew a knowing smirk across the king’s face.

Aegon knew the real reason behind your changed disposition, but played coy to relish in your reactions. It was a childish tease with a sharp pull to your shirts if you passed him by and the tug of fabric jolted through you, a warmth rekindled in your core, or how he would place his palm on your lower back, leaning until his lips almost touched your ear with the soft words, “How lovely you look today,” and that warmth would spill into your features, crimson with his praise.

You were flushed, your eyes bright, and this sweet demeanor was not missed by your husband, but Aemond hoped this meant you would be more receptive to coupling. The thought fluttered through his mind, propelling his steps forward that night as he made his way through one of the many ingresses that weaved the walls of Maegor’s Holdfast. He was quiet to enter your room, greeted by the golden flow of the tapers lit, by the sounds that spilled from your bed.

He could not press further, cemented to the cobblestone at the sight.

You were lovely and you were bare, sinking into the mattress with the top of your head towards the end of the bed, towards where your husband was rooted but you were unaware of his presence. Rose hues intimately stained your skin and the peaks of your thighs, your back arching with a mewled cry. Aemond watched your delicate hands reach to comb through the traited silver head of hair that was dipped between your flushed thighs, trembling with your building pleasure, with a hold to anchor him between.

“Aegon, my gods…”

And then Aegon broke for a moment of air, pulling from your grasp and your hands trailed the planes of his chest to his abdomen; his mouth and chin glistened with your pleasure, and his hooded eyes fell to Aemond for a moment.

You did not follow his gaze. “Aegon?”

Aemond felt the blood rush to his cheeks, to his cock, and he took a soft step backwards while Aegon held his steady stare, bringing his fingers to wipe his face and suck lewdly on his digits. “Sweet girl,” he cooed, his gaze dropping to admire your flushed features, “I wish you to come on my cock.”

Before you could protest, his large palms wrapped around your wrists, pulling you towards him. “Do not take your eyes off of me,” his lips pressed to yours, bringing you towards his chest to straddle him, your plush thighs caging his lap. His hot mouth captured your nipple, his tongue tracing your areola with a familiarity that caused you to cry out.

“Aegon, please,” you panted, trying to squirm and feeling his girth against the slick of your cunt. His large palms grasped the softness of your hips, pulling you closer until his arms could wrap around your waist, his lips following the curve of your chest and licking the column of your neck, placing a noisy kiss to the underside of your jaw. “Aegon, you cannot mark me, what if it is seen–?”

“Let them see,” his voice was dark, his hand dipping between and lining the flushed head of his cock to press into your entrance, wet and wanting from your prior peaks of the night. “Let them hear you,” his command was husky.

Pitiful sounds poured from your lips as you lowered onto him, an indescribable fullness as he stretched your velvet walls. Your eyes fluttered into the back of your head, your hands coming to bite into his broad shoulders and hold yourself upright, still flushed against his chest.

You giggled again, finding his lips for a kiss, your tongue curling in his mouth to taste him, to taste yourself. “Forgive me, my king,” you whispered, meeting with his eyes, the violet almost completely swallowed by his blown out pupils; your lips curled upwards with the slow roll of your hips against him.

It was his turn for his eyes to disappear into his skull, with a low, guttural groan in response to the pace you set, and the lewds sounds that accompanied the sensual movement. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he dipped his head forward to press his lips against your breast, leaving welts that flushed dark against your skin, his teeth dragging to the other with the same assault of his mouth.

You gasped at the sensation, with how it spilled into your bloodstream, coursing to the ends and fluttering back to the coil that tightened in your lower abdomen. You were slick between, your legs burned with the motion and, as if he could read your mind, did his grip tightened and Aegon met with a relentless pace, his hips rutting upwards into you.

“I will only forgive you,” he was breathless with his unrelenting tempo, “if you come undone.”

“Aegon,” you gasped, the flashes of color that sparked in front of your eyes and the tears that pearled in the corners, “I am so close.”

“Touch yourself,” his voice was thick with the command and your hand pulled away, your fingers trailing his shoulder blade and coming around to follow his collarbone; Aegon dipped his head again, capturing your fingers in his mouth, his tongue wettening the pads before it fell between and pressed against the bloom of bundled nerves above.

Your cries echoed the room, already so close to the precipice and your own touch is what pushed you over with a rush of blood towards your heart and your cunt, the coil bursting within and the pleasure unfurling, pressing against your seams. It was if you were drowning in this sense of bliss, something all-consuming as his thick member pulsed inside your cunt and you clenched in response, a vice, and still so very unaware.

Aegon, however, held you close, his cheeks ruddy and eyes still dark as they looked past and towards Aemond, watching how his neck bobbed when he swallowed before falling another step backwards and disappearing where he came from, the entrance closing quietly behind.

He moved towards his chambers, his palm adjusting the crotch of his slacks, his long gait to remove him. They had not married for love, and he always knew this; it was hopeful–it was foolish to think it could grow beyond the duty that was expected of them.

And as he had done for Aegon, it was returned; in the end, all that mattered was that the blood of the dragon would thrive still.

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