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❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. ❞

KINKTOBER WEEK TWO.

⤿ pairing(s): halbrand!sauron x fem!human!reader.

⤿ word count: 4.6K.

⤿ warnings: smut (mdni), porn without plot, mild manipulation (it’s sauron), risk of getting caught, possessiveness, sex in a public location, fingering (fem!rec), heavy kissing, hair-pulling, scratching, begging, unprotected sex, p in v sex, breeding kink if you squint, sex on a table.

⤿ note: first time writing for sauron, please be gentle! mr. tolkien, so sorry for all of the despicable things I’m gonna be writing about your characters. ❤️ thank you all for reading! reblogs & comments are appreciated!

A salt-tinged breeze stirred through the forges, a welcome gust of relief amidst the heat that sought to blaze his flesh asunder.

In the silence of dusk, Halbrand found his solace with hammer and anvil, over that of indulgence of drink at some tavern.

Númenor proved to be the respite he desperately needed, running from a shadowed past. He worked tirelessly, through lengthy days and well into the night, his mind a tumultuous tempest.

The King of the Southlands — the ruler of nothing.

It was a mantle that wholly disinterested him, and despite his numerous protests to Galadriel regarding his supposed heritage, the she-elf refused to let it stay dead and buried. He was better off here, crafting works of art — blades, armor, jewelry.

There was nothing for him now, only threads of a plan that seemed to fall by the wayside. It was easy to disappear here, to fade away into the backdrop of the oceanside kingdom, allow himself to place all his efforts on smithing.

The roaring embers of the forge sizzled as he placed the partially-finished blade inside, molding metal to his skilled hand. There was no greater joy than that of creation — making something out of nothing, a tool to be used.

Halbrand’s gaze momentarily flickered toward the roll of parchment sitting along one of the many craftsmen’s tables.

You were an envoy of Númenor, the brood of a lesser House of Men, in-service to the Guild. It was you that had uncovered records of the Southlander line and brought it to Galadriel’s attention — a clever creature, you were.

In what handful of interactions he’d had with you, you were studious and well-mannered, far too intelligent for your station. You toiled in-service to lesser beings, when your potential extended far beyond their reach.

The scroll contained the very bloodline you had presumed he hailed from, as if you were dangling the proof for all to see. He cared little for it, preoccupied with the task at-hand.

If it were his choice, he preferred to stay in Númenor, learn their customs and assimilate into their culture. Galadriel’s stubbornness had the potential to win out if he weren’t careful, and Halbrand was not the subservient sort.

In the star-riddled dusk, Halbrand decided to break in his crafting, stepping toward a basin of water, letting the cool liquid wash away the perspiration dotting his brow.

It was better at twilight, offering a solace that one might not fully understand. He rarely slept, and when he did, he was often plagued by dreams of constant rage. Halbrand let the forge simmer down, opting to work on the still-hot sword.

A gentle tap of knuckles against the door did not alert him as much as you thought it would. He stood with his back to you, brows furrowed together in concentration. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He questioned.

Greeted by the stifling, ember-fueled heat of the forge, you stood in the doorway, having abandoned your Guild regalia. “Good eve,” You mustered a smile, hands twisting together. “You are a stranger to rest, it seems.”

“As are you,” Halbrand’s steely gaze flickered from the blade to you, letting the hammer swing down upon forming steel. “Is it safe for you to be wandering about at nightfall?”

His sharp inquiry brought you pause, fingers idly toying with the fabric of your dress. Númenor was perfectly safe — safer than most kingdoms of Men. “Should it not be safe?” Countering his remark, you observed the rack of newly-crafted swords.

Halbrand did not offer an answer right away, turning the blade over, striking it again with his hammer as sparks flew. “There is no such thing as true safety, my Lady. There will always be something stirring in the shadows.”

You nearly laughed at his fearmongering — he sounded akin to an old maiden, weaving her intricate tales of fright to dissuade children from wrongdoing. “That is a rather dour sentiment. Are you often paranoid?” Your tone tapered off into one of mild amusement.

A sardonic scoff escaped him, lips quirking up only slightly, yet he did not seem offended by your retort. “Merely concerned with preservation — my own, first and foremost.” He replied.

He knew why you were here, even if it was an unspoken thing that you continued to dance around. You had come as a messenger on behalf of Galadriel, to make a valiant attempt of convincing him to return to Middle-Earth.

“The Guild is impressed by your craft,” Shifting the topic, you brushed your fingers over the horse-shaped pommel, the color of ivory. “Not that I should be divulging that information.” You mused.

Perplexed, Halbrand wordlessly observed you, cerulean hues studying the creases of your dress, a shade of mauve that only seemed to enhance your beauty. There was something forlorn simmering within him, feelings not often brought to the surface.

“Is that so? It seems that they’ve finally come to their senses,” He jested, earning a pointed look from you. “It took a beating to do so.” Halbrand placed the unfinished blade beside the dying embers of the forge.

There was still mild bruising around his nose and mouth, heated transgressions that earned him the ire of Númenor. He seemed unperturbed, seizing a rag from the edge of an anvil.

“That could’ve been avoided,” You murmured, tracing a digit around the ivory head of a horse before stepping away. “You are fortunate that they did not toss you into the seas for your rancor.”

“That would be rather unfortunate, being tossed back into the ocean when I had worked tirelessly to claw my way out of it.” He quipped, moving about the forge as he hung up his tools.

A soft sigh escaped you as you shook your head, peering outside towards the night skies. “If you wish to stay in Númenor, you must cease drawing attention to yourself.”

Halbrand chuckled, the sound devoid of any mirth. It was a steely sound, more sardonic than genuine. He wiped away at the soot and grime of the forge, leaning back against the sturdy table.

“Is this amusing to you, being tossed into a cell and brawling with the locals?” The sharp bite of your inquiry could’ve been mistaken for the edge of a knife. “You are above that.”

“And if I am not?” He was equally as sharp, that of a longsword, tarnished and worn yet still able to cut with ease. Halbrand’s countenance seemed unmistakably soured by your comment.

Taken aback, you turned to face him fully, canting your head to one side. It was not mock frustration that you found in his features — it was true. “What do you mean?”

“You continue to place me upon some pedestal,” Halbrand scoffed, peering elsewhere, gazing at the hot coals of the forge. “What if I am not what you think me to be? What if I am simply a Man with not a drop of nobility to his name?”

With a furrowed brow, you folded your hands together, studying his visage. He seemed frustrated yet forlorn, as if he were remembering something — lamenting, perhaps. “Then you are a Man.”

In the time that you had gotten to know Halbrand, standing alongside Captain Elendil on the ship back to Númenor, he was something of an enigma. Charming and charismatic with a great love of disobedience, but he possessed a veiled depth.

Galadriel seemed far more preoccupied with returning to Middle-Earth and hunting Sauron, making Halbrand a ruler over considering his feelings. If he wanted to stay in Númenor, craft a new existence — you did not blame him.

“And if I am not the man that you believe I am?” Halbrand pressed, as if seeking a certain answer from you. Some sliver of his being wanted someone to tell him that they cared little about his past, what he used to be.

“Whatever you are insinuating, I care little for it. Your past does not make you — only what you do from this moment forward,” You replied, mustering a gentle smile. “You are Halbrand — that is enough for me.”

If the She-elf had it her way, she would drag him back to Middle-Earth, writhing and screaming. In his own web of schemes, it was what was necessary — but time was infinite.

There was a peculiar gleam within your eyes, one that possessed a warmth and understanding that he was vastly unaccustomed to. “Hm,” He sighed, turning the cloth over within his hand. “Thank you.”

A brief laugh tore past your lips, one that seemed to bring the tension to a momentary heel. “What, for dissuading you against further scorn by the local populace?” You mused.

Halbrand happened to chuckle at that, a warm sound that made residence within your stomach, butterflies following suit. “For understanding, for your kindness,” He replied, his tone softening. “Not many possess your tenderness.”

Growing silent, you nodded, attempting to mask the brief glimmer of surprise that fluttered across your features. You were often regarded as level-headed and sage, yet soft when it mattered most.

“I do not wish to see you thrown in a cell again, or exiled from the Guild when you clearly possess a wealth of talent,” Your motives transcended that — part of you liked Halbrand. “I would do the same for anyone in your position.”

“Would you?” Halbrand’s inquiry, whilst outwardly inquisitive, seemed tinged with something unfamiliar — something amorous. Your nerves became set ablaze, skin uncomfortably warm.

As you swallowed the growing lump within your throat, Halbrand straightened, copper-hued locks framing his rugged face. He was handsome — statuesque, clearly carved with the frame of a warrior and a smith.

“Yes,” Hoarse and pitched with the sudden swell of nervousness, you idly toyed with the sleeves of your dress. “If you are to stay in Númenor, I would hope that you only continue to thrive with your craft.”

This craft was of little interest — Halbrand knew what he wanted, starting with you. Malleable like the finest metal, as beautiful as a glittering opal socketed into that of a signet.

“Is that what you want, for me to stay in Númenor?” Seas help you — this was madness. Halbrand’s poignant question made you wonder what exactly was about to happen, gooseflesh icing your spine, prompting you to shiver.

“What I want matters little,” There was a noticeable lack of conviction within your tone, as if you were convincing yourself of that very fact. “You are free to choose your destiny.”

You were fighting against the urge, the untoward craving that began to settle within your bones. It wasn’t proper nor appropriate of you to even consider wanting Halbrand, a man whose fate seemed far more important than your own.

To ask him to stay in Númenor, abandon the Southlands — you did not have the heart. It was born of greed and desire, wanting to keep him close to your chest.

“It matters to me,” Halbrand murmured, brows creasing together as he glowered down upon you, close enough to touch. “What do you want?” The malignant force deep within him begged to bring you into his stead.

Whatever perceived darkness hungered within you, it also screamed within him, with a shadow far more powerful than your own. Greed was unbecoming of you — you were meant to serve the people of Númenor, never yourself.

Whereas Galadriel possessed a fierce heart and unending thirst for vengeance, you longed to be free — no longer under the thumb of lesser Men, to lead and to be revered.

To be loved, to be coveted.

“Do not leave,” A plea, beseeching him to stay in Númenor, to stoke whatever flame was stirring between the both of you. The intensity of his longing stare nearly made you collapse. “Stay here, in Númenor.”

A hitch formed within your throat as his calloused fingertips graced your arm, tracing over the sea of mauve gossamer that clung to your form. Halbrand took your silence as something contemplative, afraid to make your true feelings known.

Again, he pressed closer, looming above you, caging you in against the table. You could feel his heat, smell the coal and metal, taste the fantasy that swirled within your mind’s eye.

Roughened digits caressed across your throat, over your slender neck, your collarbone. His touch was like that of a fire, a burn so wonderful that you would beg for it if you had to.

“Halbrand,” Barely above a whisper, your tone seemed strained, as if fighting against all of your baser urges. A peculiar heat raked its way across your flesh before settling within the pit of your belly. “I shouldn’t.”

“Do you think that you are the only one who possesses desire?” His wanton confession made your knees buckle, lips parting just enough for a soft gasp to escape you. “When my eyes found you upon that ship, I wanted — more than I have for some time.”

Words turned to ash upon your tongue, dying then and there within your throat. There was a fire within Halbrand’s eyes, one that sought to burn you, too. You felt the small of your back dig into the table, warmth licking across your spine.

Each breath felt labored, a dizzying sensation taking hold of you, as if this were more dream than reality. Yet, Halbrand remained close to you, chest-to-chest, digits finding the swell of your hip through the sea of violet fabric.

Instead of vocalizing your festering worry, you rocked up upon your toes, pressing your lips against his own. It was disarmingly gentle, a sheepish kiss that did not waste a second in becoming heated and charged.

He reciprocated with a blinding intensity, arm hitching around your waist, calloused palm spreading out against your back. Halbrand lifted you closer, his kiss inherently greedy and covetous, as if you belonged only to him.

His mouth swirled with wildfire, tasting of smoke and a hint of Númenorian stout, stubble scratching against your soft skin. Your hands found their purchase against his chest, able to feel the taut muscle beneath.

Hardened was a good way to describe him — rugged like the uneven ridges of tanned leather, swathed in heat. He cupped your jaw with his hand, reveling in the sensation of your flesh, akin to a plane of silk.

The state of dishevelment he was in mattered little to you — the soot upon his tanned flesh, the specks of dirt, garb somewhat tattered. You could not recall the last time you had yearned for someone so terribly that it ripped your heart into two.

Each clash of your lips evoked a pang of excitement that struck at your stomach, exhilaration pumping through your veins. Halbrand was a vigorous kisser — passionate and swift, stealing the air from your very lungs.

His palm slowly caressed from the small of your back toward your derrière, strong digits melding themselves into your clothed flesh. A hitch formed within your throat, anticipation mounting as the tension began to cloud the room.

Your digits possessed a mind of their own, climbing towards the nape of his neck, threading themselves through his bronze tresses. Halbrand kissed you again — softer this time, yet not without his domineering edge.

Lips bled into one another with an outpouring of want, a long-repressed sentiment caged within both hearts. Halbrand wanted many things — yet, what he did not expect was to crawl after you like some starving beast.

Every sensible thought seemed mulled, draped in this haze that clouded your mind. As you slowly recoiled from the kiss, you keened into the rough embrace of his palm, his digits cupping your cheek.

As much as you longed to continue, the locale seemed impractical, if not somewhat reckless. If someone were to catch you, you would never hear the end of it. Even then, you did not want to let fear drive you this way.

“Must I profess my desire once more?” Halbrand murmured, warm breath fanning across your visage, tinged with smoke. There was something tantalizing and enigmatic about him, swirling with some edge of mystique.

“I wouldn’t protest,” You whispered, which earned you the beginnings of a smile. He swept your tresses aside, bearing your neck to him as he bent in to kiss the soft flesh there. “Halbrand.” A low whine escaped you.

Stubble prickled and bit at your neck, yet you reveled in it, clutching at his shoulder as he pressed heated kisses to your throat. He was not hesitant in the slightest, letting you writhe and moan, plead for him to continue.

It was then that he began to gather your dress with one hand, firmly gripping at the mauve fabric as he inched it upward. Exhilaration struck at you again, the buzz of excitement, a thrill that you hadn’t experienced before.

There was not an inkling of hesitation from you, with little sign of stopping his advances. As he guided the gossamer along your legs, one palm snaked forth, calloused digits embracing your thigh, as smooth as silk.

He held little recollection of the last time he had touched something so delicate, as if you were some splendid jewel to be cradled, coveted. Halbrand kissed his way toward the curve of your jaw, searching your visage for a reaction.

As he parted your legs with his frame alone, your breath hitched, an audible noise that he found to be delicious. You were akin to some startled rabbit, ensnared within the jaws of a predator disguised as a friend.

Whatever smallclothes you wore beneath were of little consequence, giving way to that of his possessive embrace. Your hand flew back to grip the edge of the table, nails digging into splintered wood as he sought the heat between your legs.

Anticipation swelled within you, teetering on the edge of unraveling as you felt his digits ghost across your aching cunt. It was feather-light, intended to torment you — and torment it did.

“Halbrand,” A desperate gasp tore past your lips, needing him in a way that you hadn’t desired anyone else before. “Please, please touch me.” Your breathy pleas did not go unheard as he planted a kiss against your neck.

“Is that what you want?” A sultry purr rumbled from the depths of his chest, tone adopting a rather promiscuous resonance. He watched you nod several times over, fingers pushing past your petals as he touched your core.

A hand held onto his bicep for stability, the other haplessly fisting at the wood behind you. A moan emanated from you, desperate for anything he would give you.

Much to his delight, he found that you were shamelessly wet between your thighs, a nectar that refused to cease. “You are beautiful like this.” He murmured, fingers toying with your slit, eliciting another strangled moan from your lips.

Halbrand’s forehead brushed against yours, hawkish gaze absorbing the look of pleasure upon your face. He began to find a steady rhythm, worn digits sliding along the length of your cunt, letting you hold onto him as much as you pleased.

Any scrap of friction you received drove you mad, desperation climbing to new heights as your hips rocked forward into his hand. His stare became half-lidded, drinking you in with unabashed greed, longing to consume you.

Sighs of wanton passion drifted from you in droves, legs parted as he pressed his thumb to the pearl of your cunt. It was easy to evoke a reaction from you, the constant writhing, gasps and whines, the look of complete and utter bliss.

In sluggish circles, he caressed your clit, causing you to twitch again. “Halbrand,” A moan tore past your lips again, his name becoming a melody from your mouth, to be sung over and over again. “Do not stop, I beg you!”

“As you wish.” Halbrand’s voice raked hot embers over your body, reaching a salacious octave that turned your insides to molten liquid. He continued to touch your nethers, two digits sweeping toward your entrance.

An impenetrable heat swallowed your body whole, skin feeling damp with perspiration, somewhat in-part of the forge’s dissipating warmth. He continued to circle your clit, fingers lightly prodding at your cunt in an attempt to seek entry.

Rough lips fell to your neck again, gowns having slacked enough to give way to your shoulder and collarbone. You clawed at his bicep, rolling your hips again as you rocked yourself upon his digits, much to his delight.

With a brusque tug upon the collar of his tunic, your lips clamored for his, longing to feel his mouth. His kiss left you breathless, teeth scraping against your lower lip, bringing you to heel.

Heat pooled between your legs, coalescing upon Halbrand’s fingers as he teased your core, thumb working around the pearl of your cunt. A soft gasp tore through your throat, a moan escaping you into the passion of your kiss.

Again, your hips rolled into his hand, craving him in a way that resembled that of an animal; carnal, ravenous. A fire danced within his eyes, one that seemed to reflect the sentiments that festered within you.

“Give yourself to me.” Halbrand sighed, timbre trembling against the underside of your jaw before he looked upon you, unraveling from his touch. Need stirred within him, coupled with the swell of possessiveness.

He searched your countenance for any hint of hesitation, flicking his thumb across your clit once more. “Please.” You pleaded, waves of bliss rolling across your body, bringing with it a feverish heat that made you want him all the more.

Halbrand heeded your breathy plea, reaching for the leather ties of his trousers, wanting nothing more than you be inside of you. His cock twitched with amorous intent, muscles coiled, prepared to grab you.

His hand recoiled, leaving you with an aching emptiness that caused your cunt to clench pathetically around nothing. A hitch formed within your throat, words turning to ash as he lifted you onto the table.

Calloused, careworn palms kneaded into your haunches, grasping at your pliant flesh in fistfuls as he pressed his lips to your exposed shoulder. Rucking your gown up to your hips, Halbrand appraised you with a thinly-veiled lust.

There was no flesh as soft as yours, untouched — belonging to him. Anticipation churned within the pit of your stomach, lips agape as he unraveled the front of his breeches, freeing himself from its confines.

Flushed with a rush of ecstasy, Halbrand dragged you closer, hands traveling to cup your hips. He guided his length to your cunt, letting the tip of his cock linger there until he pushed forward.

“Halbrand!” You moaned, hand reaching to grasp at the nape of his neck, nails raking across his coppery tresses. The other seized his bicep, digging inward as he slowly rocked into you.

Nearly chest-to-chest, there was little room for discomfort, letting lust and urgency guide his hand. He huffed, steadying his ironclad hold upon your hips, fingers pressing hard enough to leave behind bruises.

His pace was agonizingly sluggish at first, drawing out each thrust in an effort to let you grow accustomed. Hot sighs of passion fluttered between the both of you, lips brushing over one another as he rolled his hips forward.

There was something exhilarating about coupling with you, the warmth of being alive, savoring the guise of mortality. Halbrand could see the attachment brewing within your stare, the glint of affection intermingled with desire.

The still-burning coals of the forge provided enough illumination for him to see you bathed in fire — and you were breathtaking.

Your heart pounded within your ribcage, so powerful that you thought it might burst through. His stubble scratched against your cheek, providing a pleasant burn that let you know that this was reality. “Move,” You moaned. “Please.”

Inclined to obey, Halbrand let his yearning for you show, as plain as a summer’s day. He began to thrust into you, hunching in and over, stabilizing himself with one palm flat atop the table.

The other squeezed incessantly at your hips, cock rocking in and out of you at a steady pace, yet the fervor was steadily increasing. Your head spun, clouded by lust as your paramour ravished you in the way that you deserved.

His countenance echoed your sentiments, shadowed with the haze of lust, a carnality that clawed at your very soul. You let your forehead press to his, brows screwed together in a state of bliss, grasping at his tresses.

Halbrand grunted, the low noise rippling through his chest as he held your thigh, digits clamping down to keep you firmly in-place. His cock throbbed with an ache of urgency, hips snapping forward as he filled you completely.

A moan erupted from your lips yet again, nails forming crimson crescents against his bicep, occasionally lurching forward to meet his thrusts halfway. His pace became somewhat erratic as he coaxed you to lay back.

Your back hit the wooden surface of the table, the uncomfortable bite of it all softened by parts of your dress. Halbrand hunched in over you like a wolf towering above prey, palm flat beside your head.

The groan of sturdy wood beneath your entangled bodies resonated throughout the forge, the heat beginning to dissipate. The warmth between breath and body kept you feeling feverish, and you hitched one leg around his hips.

It evoked another growl from his lips as the smith pounded away at you, keeping a firm and steady pace. Halbrand was rougher than some, but never enough to cause you discomfort or harm. He was invigorated, driven to madness by the sight of you.

He kissed you again, feeling your desperation through joined lips alone, your hand grasping at his toned forearm. Arousal mounted within you, as thick as honey oozing between your thighs.

Passion bled into need, the two tangling together into some fervent amalgamation. It showed in his movements, continuing to thrust into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. You were made for him, with a heart that he found as malleable as metal.

The arch of your back signaled that your release was swiftly approaching, keening into his embrace instead as you moaned. You did little to temper your volume, mouth agape, head rolled back — you were the picture of grace, now tarnished.

His name escaped your tongue like a wayward prayer, over and over again until it was the only word you knew. As his cock hit you again, sending shockwaves throughout your body, you came undone.

Your leg squeezed at his hips, feeling his own resolve crumble at the sight of you, disheveled because of his doing. Halbrand let out a sonorous groan, body nearly blanketed over yours as his cock slapped into you again.

The warmth you provided was enough to make him stay sheathed within you, spilling himself inside of you without thinking. It only served to fuel his possessiveness, as dangerous as a growing wildfire.

Rocking himself inside of you once more, you let out a strangled whine. Through labored pants, you slowly regained composure, feeling his hot breath fan out across your visage.

Halbrand pulled himself out of you, leaving behind the visceral remnants of your lewd exploits, the sheen of it coating the inside of your thighs. He noticed your sheepish expression as you corrected your garments.

“There isn’t anywhere you can go that I would not follow.” He uttered, fingertips tucking strands of hair behind your ear. As you moved from the table, the smith reached for something within the pocket of his trousers.

“Halbrand,” You began, knowing that asking him to stay in Númenor was not fair — to either of you. Perhaps you could enjoy what comfort he brought, for the time being. “I shouldn’t ask it of you.”

“No matter what destiny entails, know that you belong to me.” There was something strangely dark within his tone, disguised as affection — you were oblivious to it. He placed something into your joined hands.

Touched by such a sentimental gesture, you flourished in the aftermath of your coupling, feeling his rough lips press against the curve of your jaw. You shivered, feeling the weight of a trinket within your palm.

Your lips sought his, the kiss lingering, enough for you to feel it burn within your very soul. There was nothing that could describe whatever it was you felt for him, felt with him.

“What is it?” You inquired, warmth raking along your spine, faces brushing against one another. Halbrand lingered pensively, a smile tugging at either corner of his mouth.

“Consider it a gift.”

[theatricalmage]

The brainrot took over and so here's a vat7k hadestown au!! Don't know if I'll develop it fully but I liked designing it at least!

More info under the cut:

- Varian, the Coronan royal alchemist, tasks himself with deciphering an incantation capable of bringing the world back into tune. Times are tough, and the royal family + Quirin are doing their best to cope with the meagre crop yields and desolate weather (Corona not really being the sunshine kingdom - hasn't been for a while). He wants to help and do good and I think he'd be a good Orpheus.

- Hugo, having moved about from place to place, still has his interest in alchemy and does what he can to get by. He plans on temporarily staying in Corona before looting, but he encounters a certain like-minded scientist at the Snuggly Duckling. I think him being selfish works especially well in Eurydice's role, having a more pessimistic view of the world. It also works with how he gets drawn to Donella's offer of working for her later on, leading him to his death.

- Ulla as Persephone! I was initially stuck on whether to have Rapunzel (and either Eugene/Cass) as her (and Hades) but I was drawn to the connection that Hugo has to Donella and the Donella/Ulla relationship in vat7k just works too well. In this case, Ulla won't be Varian's mother. She's still gonna be somewhat of an inspiration to him though, being the previous Coronan royal alchemist and for her intelligence. For half the year, she'll return to Corona with food, drinks, and alchemical compounds/inventions, bringing Spring and Summer to the world, if only for a bit.

- Donella would be such an interesting Hades, losing sight of her love for Ulla, heart filled with fear and hurt, leading to bitterness and cruelty. Ingvarr being Hadestown and how by being the esteemed Ingvarrian engineer, she'd be in charge of major technological advances across the kingdoms and so would wield a significant amount of power (like how Hades is literally the ruler of the underworld). Ingvarr essentially being a near death sentence for its workers while also displaying its technological prowess, all still shrouded in mystery and corruption - a place so otherworldly compared to the rest of the kingdoms.

I didn't want to modify the outfits too much nor the personalities,, if anything I imagine the general plot beats being the same as the original musical/story but with slight differences that'd you get inherently as a result of these characters. I wouldn't want it to be the case where it's just the show but the names are changed. I'd want this to still make reasonable sense in this AU, with the actions being understandable for this particular cast of characters.

For Hermes, I ended up picking Xavier, as he's most knowledgeable of old legends and stories, which would work in reference to the Hades and Persephone myth (and so Donella and Ulla)! He'd act as a mentor figure for V, someone who can guide him in uncovering the forgotten incantation. Quirin would still be the good supportive dad he is (even if he doesn't fully understand his son's project).

Last but not least, the fates!! often lurking in the background, I'm still a bit stuck on who it could be? I'm tempted to have it be Raps, Cass, and Nuru as they've had celestial connections at some point (and ya know how stars can represent fate), but I also love the freckled siblings dynamic so much. Also Team Radical... Maybe Raps and Cass can be their normal selves but their Sundrop/Moonstone counterparts are the manifested physical forms of the fates? They wouldn't be visible to the characters though, just voices in the wind.

Anyways yeah!! Those are my thoughts. Do let me know if you've got any cool ideas or questions. I'm really combining my interests at full force and there's nothing anyone, not even myself, can do about it quite frankly. 😮‍💨

[thatdeadaquarius]

Hello there, friend I'm here for fluff

OK, this has been on my mind for a while

But like

The reader is just becoming the biggest parent to the Benny's adventure team kids

And the wolfs

We are like a parent of like 27

Knitting and making food brushing razors hair(let's be for real, you would hear a crunch when you brush it)

I'm not gonna lie

Do these kids know what spices are?

Cuz when I think about it

Razor hasn't had shit so he's has the least tolerance for spice

He would probably cry if you feed him a pepper

Bennett has tried spicy food but does go well with it

And not completely sure if fischl has had a spicy food before

But what flavor does mondstadt add to their food??

These kids need the damn flavors

AHDHAKALL FERAL ANIMAL AQUARIUS- ANOTHER PLATONIC ASK AAHHHHGGGGDJJSFHSAK!!!!!

AND ITS YOU!! ITS- ITS- ONE OF THE WRITING RULERS OF SAGAU (FOR ME AT LEAST) <3 !!!!!!!!

You cooking in genshin all anime studio ghibli style looking like food from god (literally): ⬆️

Sun: Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Benny’s Adventure Team! (Bennett, Fischl, Razor), Diluc, mentions of other Mond characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

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^^ The posts being referenced in ask, (OG Razor ask) (Benny + Razor) and a more direct sequel, a part 2? a part 4 atp?? of this post (Imposter/Not Dark AU + Razor + Diluc) ^^

OMFG

ALRIGHT LISTEN UP BITCHES

SINCE UR IN TEYVAT

YOU GONNA COOK LIKE TEYVAT

AS IN-

SHIT BE SUPER EASY TO COOK, AND MASS MAKE DEPENDING ON COMPLEXITY OF DISH

(So, like Zhongli's special Bamboo Shoot Soup is like getting made... once a year if you read the little desc. for that dish 💀)

AND THEYRE ALL LIKE-

ANIME GORGEOUS FOODS ✨️❤️‍🔥

OKAY SO

PROMO TIME-

U GUYS HAVE TO WATCH THE ANIME "CAMPFIRE COOKING IN ANOTHER WORLD"

Bc that's mostly where this inspo gonna come from to both be realistic cooking + best parts of video game cooking

A guy gets isekai’d and instead of hero powers he just gets the skill of "online grocery shopping" LMAO

and ofc he gets insta gifted whatever he orders and starts making dishes and adding spices and regular stuff you know. like soy sauce.

but the best part is the food in that world is like British medieval soup shit

like barely salted, no spices definitely, no sauces, its barren

so he ends up attracting all kinds of interest that want to eat his cooking ofc

And it gives buffs too!

dw i didnt spoil anything u don't learn in the first episode, but that's just to say that's exactly whats happening here

u DO have to manually collect more ingredients but its so worth it, also u can just buy in bulk or put a commission thru the adventurer guild

tbhhh now that i say that, that could be how u end up drawing in Benny’s Adventure Team even more, bc they just take all ur quests for collecting ingredients around Mond!!

(u have to actively sneak behind their back and whisper to Katheryne that you want to put in other food quests in other guilds tho, silly kids will absolutely go running around Liyue and crazy shit just to have an adventure and do smth for you + eat ur banger food lol)

omfg the first time u barbecue smth???

the wolves, Razor, and Andrius??? Go feral.

Fischl and Benny who were already on their way to u guys to hang out again start booking it thru the woods, dodging hilichurl camps (thatve since settled down and been v peaceful to the wolves + anyone in the woods of Wolvendom after u started living there)

they knowww ur cookin smth fucking amazing

(and u even have some hilichurls and mitachurl that wander close to Andrius’ edge of the woods to shyly beg for scraps,, u give them a portion)

Razor was actually lookin at u like u hung the stars just for him when u gave him a homemade barbecue sauce to put on his food

(u acc may have done that to Teyvatians according to Andrius + the stories u overheard from Springvale…)

ok but the amount of begging u get for desserts like-

No, Razor u cannot have chocolate cake/cupcakes after every meal, u need to take care of ur teeth

(u use ur collection of mora-monster-donations for comms for more ingredients and living supplies like fabric + furniture, u cant afford dental on top of that for ur boy)

Fischl dutifully declares you the “best chef in the kingdom” and writes down all ur recipes (u have them auto-stored in ur settings obv but it cant hurt to have a physical copy, and they look so happy doing it, u don't have the heart to tell them its not necessary-)

Benny insists on both giving u extra ingredients when he takes ur commissions, and giving u handmade trinkets or weapons for the meals!!

No!! He will not take “im good” for an answer!! ur sharing ur home-cave with him, taking care of his best friend Razor, and now feeding him food better than Liuli Pavilion!!! There’s no way he can just take all that and give nothing back!!!!

and theyre not the only ones getting some food tbh

when the knights begin patroling near Wolvendom and slowly all of Mondstadt to search for their “All God”, u break up the beginnings of a fight between 2 confused knights and the now peaceful hilichurl camp at the edge of Wolvendom

U offer some snacks u were going to give Benny’s Adventure Team when they got back (u made little triangle sandwiches, rice balls, etc. finger foods, and u made plenty extra bc u kno their teenage appetites lol)

the knights and hilichurls nearly cried with appreciation, which made for a hilarious sight when the teens actually showed up lmao

ur wearing ur cloak, bc u dont wanna take on that whole “creator of worlds” title just yet, and the kids helped verify u werent anyone suspicious (Benny + Fischl keep ur godly secret, theyre the best like that 🥰)

the knights just swing by for snacks occasionally (they also either pay u in trade or with mora, theyre not bullies)

another person who gets flavored food privileges is the lazy librarian witch herself

u also sometimes pick Razor up from Lisa’s tutoring and bring “the best tea and tea snacks in the world” along with to share with Lisa and him

(she is also fully aware after awhile of meeting u of what u are, and fully believes this is why the food must be enchanted to be so good, but u dont want to be treated super reverently she can tell, so she keeps ur secret too and is just extra flirty when u come by lol)

(Razor refuses to let his pare- Lupical move out of ur cozy cave to the library, so he sometimes hauls u away when Lisa flirts too much LMAO)

…and the moment you've been waiting for.

Yes, Diluc got to try ur food that night he was searching Wolvendom for signs of the god of Teyvat

tbh Diluc was half-convinced that shit was a fever dream.

a bunch of sleepy wolves, a coffee table in the stone colosseum, a giant spirit wolf licking a big plate clean, the wolf-kid glaring at him, and you.

you with gold eyes, staring right thru his soul, like you already know everything there is to know about him, (like the way Kaeya looked at him that night),

like he doesnt even have to introduce himself

and he doesnt, u just lightly smack Razor’s hands until he gets rid of his claymore w/a pout, since Diluc had long since dropped his,

and grab a plate, piling on what leftovers u could, and turn back around from the coffee table to smile at him, patting the cushion-seat beside u for him to join

The giant glowing wolf licks his lips and watches him, the wolf-kid’s creepily watches him, and you, with eyes gold in teh light of a simmering bonfire just past the table, watch him

he just sits down and begins to eat.

its the best food he’s ever had, its his dad’s favorite dish, but not realistically, but the way memory embellishes a dish so much it can never be tasted again, except its right here. in front of him. u pour some wolfhook juice for him, and offer him a napkin to wipe his mouth and eyes

Diluc visits often after that, obviously.

u give him snacks too, and when he lets the staff try some, Adeline will not stop harassing him abt gettin ur recipes/ingredeints so u get him to pay Fischl to get a copy of their recipe book :)

including blank pages for future entries, and Fischl is literally glowing with happiness, would not stop monologuing abt ur food for weeks (send help Oz wants some peace and quiet sometimes)

Oh Diluc absolutely told the Favonius knights he found you. But he’s not saying where LMAO

Jean is actually begging him, Diluc ik u hate the knights but this is an international investigation-

this is the closest Diluc has ever gotten to getting under Venti’s skin.

when he told him this at Angel’s while bartending, he just casually ofc said this, just his smug little smirk, and the anemo god cracked a glass and everything- esp when he said he tried ur cooking??

he's gotta start looking over his shoulder in the city bc not only is Venti stalking him, the entirety of Mondstadt’s citizens are glaring at him in envy everywhere he goes LMAOO

(Venti now has a bar glass or too on his tab to pay off as well)

mans is literally paying u in weapon/artifact materials/mora to make him lunch one day and Venti nearly lunges over the counter

(Diluc purposefully ate it in front of him 💀)

ur food is the ultimate, “u could make a religion out of this!” /ref

like Diluc fully gives u offerings of ingredients he can pay for shipping from other countries + along with regular materials after grinding in domains

does the rest of Mondstadt + the world find out where u are?

only if Diluc lets them tbh. LMFAO

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bk trashfire my beloved <3 love ur ideas and stuff, goes without even saying im so sorry i took actually forever to respond :’(

hope u have a great weekend and i did this little side story justice for you

Safe Travels BK Trashfire,

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Oneshot Masterpost

A collection of my oneshots! Series gradually being updated. These links are specific to Tumblr, BUT I have also posted quite a few of these on my Ao3! I also have fics on there, which I will also be making a masterpost for + uploading the chapters to tumblr.

🏡Neighborhood Series🏡

A series of randomized oneshots that take place in the same universe, a timeline where the skeleton duos all live in their own houses in a singular neighborhood.

In order(with links attached):

{Lore Related v}

🌠Stargazing (Classic Sans! First oneshot I wrote.)🔭

✨Back To You (Also Classic Sans, takes place a little bit after the former.)💤

🎸Concert Night (Fell!Sans)🎵

{Out Of Order/Bonus Content v}

🏍Stress Relief (Fell/Red! I need to write him again..)💢

📻Close (Blue/Reader) [I don't really like this one that much anymore but I'll keep it up for any that do]🎵

🏖Beach Day (Swap Bros!)🌊

☕️Relax. (Fell Papyrus/Edge!)❄️

🌃Late Night Walk (Rus/Reader)🛹

🪓Scare Actor!Horror🎃

A series mainly themed for Halloween where Reader has a chance encounter with Horror while going to a Haunted House with their partner. Takes place in a Post-Pacifist Horrortale timeline, so Horror goes by Sans.

Part 1: Scares and a Sudden Friendship🎃🪓

Part 2: Coffee Hangout☕

Part 3: New Experiences // Meeting Papyrus!🥄

📖Fairytale Series🪄

A series of miscellaneous fairytale-based scenarios featuring your favorite skeletons. Some may have connections to others!

🗡️Assassin!Red/Mage!Reader🪄

⚔️Knight!Blue/Reader🎶

👑King!Nightmare/Ruler!Reader(Start of a Bad Sanses series)💢

🌹King!Dream/Ruler!Reader (An alternate timeline to the former concept)🪄

🤠Cowboy!Stretch🐎

An AU where Stretch and Blue live on a ranch and work as cowboys. The other skeletons ARE present in other areas, but this mainly just focuses on Stretch and his growing relationship with Reader. Could be considered Farmtale inspired.

🥃Part 1: howdy.🍯

🐴Part 2: Going for a ride🏇

💚Nightmare/Multiverse Traveler!Reader✨

An endless(?) game of Cat and Mouse, where Nightmare chases Reader across the Multiverse in order to finally be with them. Mutual pining, we love to see it!!

🎭Part 1: Chasing🌌

🌺Part 2: Blooms. (Angst)🥀

🖤Bad Sanses Shenanigans🔪

A collection of scenarios with everybody's favorite villains.

🎃Pumpkin Carving! (was originally a part of a now cancelled Halloween writing challenge series.)🔪

☃️Snow Day! (Christmas Special)🌨

🛌Sleepover!💕

🛝i'm here. (Dust Comfort)💜

🔪"Knife" To Meet'cha (Killer/Reader #1)🍻

🌹Falling For Ya (Killer/Reader #2(?) ) 🌃

🔒Cornered (Dust/Reader) (Kinda steamy)💜

🌌Alone With You (Dust/Reader)💕

AmalgaMATE

A scenario where Reader is an amalgamate of several different Reader souls, and is hopelessly in love with Science/Classic? Sans.

🧪Part 1: me and the amalgamate i pulled by being a punny guy 🔒

🤍Part 2: Soulmates?!🤍

Standalone Oneshots

Oneshots that haven't been made into series yet/are intended to be by themselves.

☔️Chance Encounter (Dream/Reader)🚍

🎶Dream/Fem Reader (Requested)🌳

💌Messages + Confessions (Error/Reader)📄

🛍First Meeting (Fell Papyrus/Edge!/Fem Reader)🐾 (Requested)

🫧Into The Sea (Merman!Blue/Reader)🌊

☕Home (Cross/Reader)🏠 (Requested)

Star Sanses HQ Shenanigans(Star Sanses & Reader [Platonic]) (Requested)

Flirting With Death (Reaper/Immune!Reader) (Requested)

🎡Carnival Date (Classic!Papyrus/Reader) (Requested)🧣

😱Frightening New Friend (Horror!Papyrus & Reader)🎃 [Halloween Special]

🌊A Light In The Depths (Mer!Nightmare/Reader)🤿

😳Crushing (Cross x Swap Universe!Reader) (Requested)💜

🛞Immune (Siren!Nightmare/Reader)⛵

🩹(Platonic)Fell Sans & Reader Hurt/Comfort (Requested)❤️‍🩹

🌑Bittersweet (Flirty Vampire!Nightmare x Vampire Hunter!Reader)🗡️

My oneshot requests ARE OPEN if you would like to submit one, you can check out my rules post here! (You can send requests via Ask(Preferred) or here in the comments if you'd like.) Happy reading!

[blueteller]

....pls, youre the only one i can rely on, was there a clear progressive difference for Alberu Crossman's characterization between earlier chapter and after the war with white star? thank u;v;

Hm, good question! Alberu's characterization is tricky, because it's very subtle. I consider it a steady slope, with several "critical" moments worth noticing.

The moment when Cale gave him Dragon's dead mana was obviously one of those points. Others could be the time Alberu personally fought the White Star, or that time he used Taerang to create light with the Sun God's power. Out of them all, the most important moment would obviously be the time he took Cale underneath the royal library to show him the rock with the "curse of the Crossman Family".

Why do I think it;s the most important, aside from being a major plot-relevant reveal? (Also the importance of the development for Cale and Alberu's friendship, but that's a whole other topic so I won't dive into that too much.) Well, it shows that throughout the whole series, despite the show of confidence he was putting, Albreru was filled with doubt. I'm not 100% sure he knew about the "curse" since the start of the novel (I'm using quotation marks because I don't believe it was a real thing, or not in the sense the Crossman family believed it; I think the Angelina was simply keeping an eye on them and wrote that thing to scare them off from being bad kings, when the rock was really just a "package" with a secret weapon inside). Alberu could have been told about it sometime in the middle of the story, after he cemented his position a the heir. But that's beside the point; Alberu had this whole act where he acted like he was totally confident he would and should become the ruler. But that was all a front.

He wished to become the king because he wanted to help people; the Dark Elves most of all. Did he believe himself worthy of it? Maybe a bit, he does have a bit of an ego haha. ...But definitely not completely. His insecurities become clear once we take a closer look.

He did not have flattering thoughts about his own race – he knew his people were considered "dirty" in the eyes of others. He was worried he wouldn't be able to have relationships because of his secrets (remember how he kept Choi Han at arm's length in the "Birth of a Hero" the whole time). Most of all, he was scared that he was not actually worthy of the throne. The moment he showed that vulnerability to Cale shows his growth the most, because I'm convinced that the Crown Prince at the beginning would NEVER have done that. And once Cale validates him and tells him upfront that he should be the king, Alberu sheds that doubt and allows himself to "step in".

Notice how most of the moments where Alberu personally takes action happened after that point. The fight with the White Star, the Earth 2 arc when Alberu was in charge of the army in Cale's absence, the Puzzle City battle. While not completely free just yet – I don't believe that will happen until his identity as a quarter Dark Elf gets revealed and the whole nation accepts him as their ruler despite his status – I had the feeling that Alberu "broke the final chains" that were holding him back mentally. He finally felt like he could take action and "become one of the main characters", you know?

Now, after all that, back to your original question. "Was there a clear progressive difference for Alberu Crossman's characterization between earlier chapters and after the war with the White Star?" I think the main thing is the confidence. Second would be how much support Alberu got, but I don't think that really counts as "characterization" and more of a "situation".

As for his "relationships with other characters"; we see that Alberu befriended more than just Cale. After Cale fainted in the Empire when the White Star showed up for the first time, we see that Alberu took care of things while he was unconscious. He was casually hanging out in Cale's room (Adin's room but whatever lol) in his true form where Cale's allies could walk in at any time. Which shows how much he trusted them; either not to do so or that it would not matter if they did. (Of course Raon and Eruhaben don't really count because they're Dragons and I'm sure Alberu knew he could not hide his identity from them, but the point still stands.) Alberu begun trusting Cale's people after trusting Cale himself, and that allowed him to make real friends outside his previously tight circle of family members from his mother's side. After that scene, Alberu really starts having a lot more fun scenes with other characters, such as giving cookies to the kids or hanging out with Choi Han. Remember that one time he jokingly asked him if "he would like to die with him"? There was definitely a big difference in how much he opened up.

So sum it all up: the confidence, the trust, and the degree Alberu was taking charge and his experience as a leader, all those things steadily grew throughout the series. There were other things of course, like Alberu personally growing stronger, or him getting more casual and snarky with Cale, but most of that happened pretty early on. ...Oh and the frequency of headaches and stress levels because of Cale's shenanigans, we can't forget those 😂. And in Part 2 (no major spoilers don't worry) Alberu continues his growth in a slow but steady pace, the degree of his involvement increasing in later arcs. ...As well as his personal hobbies lol. It IS subtle, but the character development is definitely there.

...I'm not sure if that answered your question to your satisfaction, but I hope it helps! 💖

[sleeby-anon]

Lilith x Lucifer X Reader NSFW

AFAB gender-neutral reader.

Warnings: Uh boss/employee relationship, threesome, no protection, oral: giving and receiving, p in v sex, praising, Lots of smut, and if you don't like, don't read.

-*- Minors DNI -*-

If someone asked you if you could see yourself in a threesome between the rulers of hell–you probably would have responded similarly to: “Well I can imagine it but I don't realistically see that as a possibility for my future.”

This of course–would be an accurate response from you when you were alive. 

After your death however?

You would have given a different answer.

-*-

Working as Lilith’s secretary was not the worst job you had ever gotten–and besides this job had genuine security and housing–something you grew to appreciate the longer you lived in hell. 

Stapling papers and organizing files and appointments, it had much to be desired work-wise but you managed. Lilith was kind to you, and oddly more supportive than you would have expected a queen of hell to be. If she overheard you cursing the printer, a new one was in its place the next day. If you happened to yelp as you jammed your hip on a particularly sharp corner of your desk or a counter, the corner would be smoothed over in the hour, and a small salve on the corner of your desk you could have sworn was not there before. 

If there was one thing you had learned to value since you died was your life. And the free secure housing safe from the exterminations and territorial genocides was not something you were about to give up easily. 

So you often pushed yourself to be the best secretary you could, which meant during those tea and lunch times when you were in attendance with her and her husband, you were often behind Lilith, sitting on a chair and taking notes of potential things your queen might have to reference back to later, such as galas invites, a potential meeting between Pride’s sovereign overlords, communications with heaven–anything that could need remembering. 

However being behind Lilith meant getting a great view of the king of hell. And after so many tea times and luncheons you could not deny that you definitely saw the appeal. You almost envied the way he looked at his wife, like as if she were all of the stars in the sky, which was probably to be expected after nearly 10,000 years of marriage. 

How they both did it, you had no idea. You were barely capable of a semi-consistent sleep schedule. 

The small part of your mind that had once keened at the thought of your past lovers, it remained still and quiet for Lilith and Lucifer. You were simply fascinated by how they worked together. Just by watching the two of them, your past relationships felt weak and naive in comparison. This was the original couple. They had lived to see hypothetical empires rise and fall multiple times, on earth and in hell.

Some evenings as you were packing up your belongings, you would hang around for a few minutes afterwards just to see if Lucifer would stop by to visit his wife; Which he did on occasion, and if he visited at all, if you would glance upon that kind figurative glow that usually followed them when they were candid together. 

While you did love watching them, hearing your queen’s light giggle as you walked away from her and to your room in the servants’ quarters of the palace, You hated how isolated it made you feel at your core. Often times the minute you closed your door you would sink to the floor, your hands on the back of your neck in an attempt to feel that kind of touch you had seen Lilith offer Lucifer earlier. 

There wasn't much you could really do about the loneliness either. The kind of love they shared was not something you had found in your life or ever would find in your death especially if you wanted security in your living situation. 

Things were different the next day you arrived at work though. 

First things first–the first person you saw that day was not Lilith as she went to her office, but Lucifer who was curious about his wife’s schedule for later that week–Some kind of surprise he said. You pulled the file up on your laptop and printed him off a copy of his wife’s schedule for this week and the following. 

After he left, you watched him walk away rather giddily. Oh. If only you knew someone who would do something like that for you. You shoved the thought to the back of your mind and began sorting through today's mail. 

More Gala and party invites from some of hell’s royal families, some mail that was sorted incorrectly and should have been sent to the financials department, by the time you had sorted all of that out and compiled a list of invites for Her Majesty to accept or deny, your phone rang, and your grabbed and answered instantly the minute you saw the caller ID.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“Hello darling–I’m… feeling partially under the weather this morning and I’ll need you to reschedule my day today–and–” her breath hitched slightly. “Most of tomorrow morning.”

“Of– Of course.” You said earnestly, but internally you groaned. Rescheduling today and tomorrow morning was not going to be easy. Lilith liked to keep herself busy. “Anything else I can do for you? Tea perhaps?”

“That–” the sound of her voice cut temporarily. Curse your inability to get a half-decent phone service plan. Both Lilith and Lucifer refused Vox tech brands in the palace. “-Wonderful.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in an hour or two.” You straightened, hung up, and winced as you looked at your overflowing emails. “Might be three,” you muttered to yourself. 

-*-

By the time you had rescheduled her meetings and postponed budget approvals, along with scheduling a meeting for a very insistent sinner, one who was going on and on about how he needed to see her royal majesty at once, something about a personal dispute. 

You sighed looking at your empty email, and looked back to your phone. You stretched and stood up before walking to that ancient tea set her majesty loved so much. You found one of her preferred herb blends and prepared a pot.

You muttered something under your breath regarding the brewing time and approached the royal bedroom before knocking softly. If Lilith was ill she was probably in bed asleep, and you wouldn’t want to wake her. There was nothing that could have prepared you for the sight in front of you. 

Lilith was in fact in bed–and she was not alone.

Lilith was in a lounging half-laying down-half-sitting up position. Her legs were tightly wrapped around Lucifer’s face as he groaned into her–one of her hands tightly gripping his hair as he continued to feast on her like it was his last meal. Besides the very explicit scene in front of you–the one thing that truly made you blush was a small bead of sweat that was dripping down Lilith’s bare chest. 

You were way too fucking queer for this. 

You stepped back and shut the door, tea tray still in hand. You turned around and nearly dropped the tea set when you realized that someone had been standing behind you, and you felt the blood drain from your face when you realized who it was.

Lucifer was a fairly expressive individual. So when he was looking at you, his eyes dark, an eyebrow raised, his mouth set in a thin upward curve, you could not interpret that. 

“Um–shit–Your majesty–I so so so sorry for intruding–I was told to bring tea–“

Lucifer held up a finger cutting you off. He didn’t say anything which felt oddly unlike him. Instead, he snapped his fingers and the tea set vanished from your hands. 

He gave you one look that you knew too well, and you were thankful that he had vanished the tea set or you would have dropped it. 

Lucifer pushed open the door with a little more force, alerting whoever was inside that someone was entering. You immediately attempted to scramble away but he quickly held onto your wrist. 

The scene before you was the same as before, except Lilith was looking at the entrance with a grin and a glint in her eye, and Lucifer was still on the bed, except he tilted his head to the side and beckoned you to come closer. The Lucifer behind you walked closer, and the minute he was within arms reach of the other, the one on the bed snapped his fingers and the one behind you disappeared. 

A clone. The one that had stopped you was a clone. 

“Oh sweetheart look–It seems you may be so lucky after all.” Lilith cooed to her husband. She looked up at you delighted and you felt your legs tremble. 

“I am so sorry–I’ll just go–I didn’t mean to interrupt–unless you needed me for something–” you babbled and then shut your mouth. You were desperately trying to make eye contact with Lilith and not look at the way her chest was right there–and how the way Lucifer was resting his head in between your lady’s legs, hiding his mouth so you wouldn’t be able to tell if he was still giving her oral. 

“Oh I have no need of you at this time,” Lilith began waving a hand. “If you would indulge me… I do have a request of you that you are able to decline.”

“Um. Okay?”

“Would you be willing to join me?”

“You?”

“Us,” she said softly tilting her head ever so slightly towards Lucifer. 

“For what?” Maybe she was talking about a new luncheon she wanted you there for. 

“For sex sweet thing.” She cooed, laughing a little. Her face was soft. “You are allowed to say no sweetheart, you are not expected to do anything you do not want to do.”

“I–um…” You started but could not make out the words. How the fuck do you answer this? Was this a test? “You both…want that?” You asked confused. 

“Of course–Luci hasn't been able to stop thinking about you–” You turned to look at him, being very careful to only look at his eyes, which had the faintest of blush underneath them. “And me, well…I find you utterly fascinating.” 

“I…” you started and couldn’t bring yourself to actually say anything. A million different thoughts were going through your head.

“You are allowed to say no,” Lucifer added, speaking up for the first time during the whole conversation. “There isn’t any pressure and you won't risk your job no matter what you decide.” 

“I..” you felt like a broken record. Lilith however seemed to pick up on something in your expression. 

“You are always so kind, sweet thing. so polite, so diligent. You work so hard and you’ve done so much, would you allow me to take care of you? Just for tonight?” She held out her hand.

You paused, considering her words and then, you let yourself nod and softly placed your hand in hers.

“There’s our good pet.” She murmured. “Look how well-behaved they are Luci~”

“Very obedient,” he added, Sitting up from his position from between his wife's legs, using a couple of fingers to press an unidentified fluid into his mouth, but instead of sucking on the fingers, a forked tongue slid around them, licking it up. “Always so obedient for us, and look my love-” he paused, grinning as he watched your face as you felt it heat up from watching that.. “So easily embarrassed.”

“Luci quit teasing.” She scolded lightly. She pulled you into her lap, and you tried not to think of the connotations of what you had just agreed to and the fact that the queen of hell's tits was practically pressing into your shoulder blades. 

“I think…” She started, wrapping her arms around your waist, her voice in your ear, “We should get rid of this little shirt you have here hm?” She hummed. You blinked as you looked up at her. “How attached are you to it, sweetheart.” She cooed, her voice slightly darker than you remembered it sounding.

“Um…not very–” you started as you watched Lucifer start to crawl up to the both of you, he grinned something devious before he leaned down and grabbed the hem of your shirt with his teeth, still grinning up at you, before he ripped the whole thing in half. You gapped at him as you felt the rush of air against your bare chest. 

“That’s better.” she cooed. She traced her manicured fingernails up and down your torso lightly just enough for chills to spike up your spine and for your body to tense up.

“They have such interesting reactions my love,” Lucifer murmured, lowering himself onto his elbows, looking up at you through his eyelids, the glow of his eyes unrelenting. “You should see the way they tremble from just the barest of your touches.”

“Do you like being touched sweet pet?” Lilith cooed, tracing the outline of your chest and then back down to your torso her hands getting closer to your lower stomach before tracing back up again. Lucifer had begun tracing lazy circles on your hip.

“Mm hm–” you started but gasped as you felt her breath in her ear. 

“Tell me where you would like it most.” her voice was a murmur. 

You squirmed instead, the discomfort of voicing what you wanted slightly unnerving.

Her touches paused then, and Lucifer’s touch also paused, practically in sync with each other. 

“L-lower.” you mustered out and exhaled in relief when the moving touches resumed, this time tracing slightly lower to your core which was utterly burning with heat and need.

“Good pet.” Lucifer hummed and then looked to Lilith. “I think they need more my love.”

“I agree.” She added. You could hear the smile in her voice. “So my sweet thing? Do you still want this?”

“Well–” you managed. “You already ripped my shirt off, so…please?” You could feel her lips pressing into where your neck met your shoulder–a soft reward, although you suspected she would have done so regardless. 

“So polite our sweet thing,” she murmured. Your mind felt far away at the praise. “Now I think there is one question left to ask sweetheart, would you like us to remove those pesky trousers you are wearing, or would you like to do it yourself?”

“I–um” you started but by accidentally making eye contact with Lucifer, you felt whatever question she had asked poof out of your head. “...I can’t think properly right now,” you said, your voice already feeling far away.

Lucifer’s grin was wolfish. 

“Oh already?” Lilith murmured, her voice light in surprise. “How about this then pretty thing, you tell us when you don't like something okay? Can you do that for me?”

You felt yourself nod. 

“Good pet.” she hummed, and you felt her nod, to which Lucifer pulled your hips up and half-ripped whatever clothing you had left on your body off. The air against your body was not unwelcome–you were starting to wonder if the heat you were feeling was about to consume you alive. 

“Oh, my love..” Lucifer murmured, staring at your exposed core, his eyes darkening. “May I?” 

The question felt directed at both of you. You trembled a little and Lilith murmured something into your ear. “Whatever you don't like you tell us yes? I want this to be enjoyable for you.” you nodded and you felt her curt nod towards Lucifer over your shoulder. 

At first, you felt his claws gently pressing against you, right around where you needed it most. You whined at him to quit it. He chuckled. Then a soft swipe up your folds made you press back into her majesty in surprise. 

“Don't worry sweet pet–he knows what he's doing. He quite enjoys it. Just relax my dear.” you bit your lip and reached up to gently hold Lilith’s hand, the one that was pressed against your hip. She hmmed into your ear and gently wrapped her hand around yours. 

A soft touch on the outside of your folds this time, tracing downwards. You squirmed.

“Luci, the poor thing is desperate. Quit teasing.” 

“You know exactly how long I’ve been craving this.” Lucifer protested. “Let me take my time.”

“Honey, they clearly aren't used to being given this much affection, We will have to acclimate them slowly.”

“Fine.” he pouted but you sensed no real malice in his words. Unfortunately, the feeling of something strong and wet pressing against your folds had you tensing. It traced up, down, and around your labia before sliding in between them and putting much-needed attention to your clit. 

“Fuck–” you gasped and squeezed Lilith's hand in surprise. She gave a soft laugh before squeezing your hand back, using her other hand to touch your chest with a softness you had not known yet. 

Lucifer was continuing to give you oral like his life depended on it. He swirled his tongue around your clit and pressed his tongue close to your vagina, which was already soaked. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow before continuing at his own pace. 

“I–fuck, I’m close please, I–” You whimpered, turning away towards Lilith.

“No sweetheart, watch him.” She said and redirected your face towards Lucifer, who Looked up at you with hooded glowing eyes. You whimpered a little before your orgasm took you over. 

You shuddered and moaned, holding onto Lilith's hand and gripping it tightly. She just cooed into your ear, the praise only further igniting your arousal. 

“There's our good pet. Oh so good, you are so perfect for us dear,” she murmured.

“My love,” Lucifer started as he pulled away from your core for a moment. “They are absolutely divine.” He made a point of grinning up at you–those sharp teeth not helping you remain composed at all. 

“Hmm? Oh, I believe it. I do think I’d like to try something though.” Lucifer sat up waiting for further directions, and you almost exhaled in relief–from how vigorously he had been feasting on you earlier–if Lilith hadn't intervened he likely would have continued. 

You felt the queen of hell lean back a bit and you turned towards her, confused. 

“On your stomach dear.” She said while tapping her thigh. You flipped yourself over, the remains of your torn clothes no longer against you, you were now completely exposed, your head tilted to rest on her thigh. It was only when you were completely on your stomach that you remembered that Lilith was also completely naked. You looked up at her and forced yourself to actually look at her breasts, now completely unavoidable in order to make eye contact. 

She cooed at you, finally looking at you head-on for the first time in the entire interaction. 

“Oh, you are so far away aren't you sweetheart.” She murmured, and you nodded, not quite sure what you were agreeing to but if it was coming out of her mouth it must be good. 

She just smiled. 

“You know pet,” she started, “ I don't think it's entirely fair that you are the only one being pleasured this evening.” You watched her, unsure of what she was proposing. “Would you perhaps try to please me this evening? I’m sure while you are so agreeable…” She traced a finger down your cheek. “...I think you'll enjoy it.” 

Oh. well if Lilith said you would enjoy it, then there was nothing to worry about. 

You nodded, and for a moment forgot that Lucifer was still there. 

You felt your hips being grabbed lightly and then your ass was in the air, legs spread slightly.

“Luci,” Lilith said sternly. It was a warning. You heard a huff from behind you. 

“Please my love–they just tasted so good and you know how much better–”

“Not tonight my love.” She said, “How about you try fucking them instead? I’m sure they might find that enjoyable.” She added, redirecting. 

“Could it happen one night maybe?”

“If they still want it, then yes.”

He hummed in what sounded like approval, and you gasped as you felt a finger slide through your labia and down to your very neglected hole.

“Darling,” He said quietly. “They are still so wet.” His voice marveled. 

“Are they?” She looked down at you and traced a few more fingers across your cheek. “You are easily the best pet we’ve had in a while–I’m going to enjoy you my sweet thing.” 

You just blinked up at her, and she smiled. 

“Whenever you are ready dear.” She said softly. You nodded, and removed your head from her thigh, moving yourself to right in between her legs, then allowed yourself to finally look at her.

You looked at her, she was wet too, glistening in the soft light, and you wondered how much of the moisture was from her own arousal or from Lucifer earlier. You leaned forward and licked a stripe up to her clit, before pressing your tongue against it. 

You immediately felt hands in your hair, and hands on your hips, as something pressed into you. You felt your whole body tense at the intrusion, and you gasped from right in between Lilith’s legs. The feeling of what you assumed Lucifer’s dick to be while wasn't unwelcome–your core had been aching for a hot minute now–it was rather sudden. 

“I know, it's a bit to get used to. Tap my leg when you are ready for him to move.” You heard above you, and a soft hand in your hair, carding through each strand. 

You blinked your eyes in acknowledgment, and you heard a groan from above you.

“My love–They feel so–good–and I thought they just tasted divine–”

“Oh, I’m sure Luci. Describe it for me.”

“It's warm and tight, and fuck–” The grip on your hips tightened as you felt his dick twitch inside of you. “--and so wet.” You involuntarily tightened at the description of it and you heard a hiss from above you.

“Careful pretty thing, If you keep doing that I’m not going to last very long.” His warning only stroked your ego. You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to press your lips to Lilith’s inner thigh. 

“They are so sweet, look at them~” Lilith murmured, and you could feel Lucifer’s thumb giving soft strokes to your hip in agreement. 

After a few more minutes, you tapped Lilith’s leg, the discomfort had turned into annoyance and desperation, and you slowly began feeling Lucifer’s thrusts into you. You sighed, there was the pleasure you had been needing. You then looked back to Lilith’s core, still needy and possibly wetter than you had previously left her. 

You looked up to her, watching her eyes soften and darken at the same time, and then pressed your mouth against her folds. 

To be honest, you weren’t too sure what you were doing, but the way her hands gripped your hair, and her breathing became uneven you had to assume you were doing somewhat okay. 

Your own orgasm was building back up again, and your own moans and whimpers were mixing with Lilith's. You clenched your fist around the sheets and you were thankful that one of them caught it.

“Luci–they’re close.”

“Fuck—S-same–”

“I’m close pet,” Lilith warned. “Once I’ve finished–then you may.” Her voice was a bit breathless, and you took that as a good sign, you began focusing your sole attention on her clit, swirling your tongue around it and then sucking. 

The hands in your hair tightened, and you looked up to her royal majesty, whose normally very regal composure looked ethereal. When she eye contact with you, however, her half-lidded eyes widened, and her face became more flushed. She parted her lips to release one final gasp before you felt her thighs tense, and you continued pleasing her throughout her orgasm. 

Her thighs tightened around your head and the pulsing of her orgasm made you wonder if it was possible to catch this moment on a canvas. The taste of her became a touch stronger, and an additional wetness began to gather on your tongue.

“They’ve earned it–Luci, such a sweet thing, so good for us, so perfect–” She trailed off into a gasping sigh of delight. 

Your own orgasm crashed into you, as Lucifer hit that one cluster of nerves you hadn’t realized he had been purposefully avoiding. You broke away from Lilith, just in time to gasp from the feeling, drool dripping out of your mouth. The orgasam was all-consuming, and eased a heat in your core that you don’t know had been burning for so long.

Lucifer didn’t last much longer, and with a final thrust, pushed himself all the way into you, and you could feel the throbbing of his cock while it ejaculated into you, filling you completely. 

You laid your head onto Lilith’s stomach and tried to focus on your breathing. The room was somewhat spinning and you weren't sure what the cause of that was. 

A hand on your head grounded you a little, and the exhaustion of the events began to settle into you. Your back and thighs ached like a bitch though. The feeling of fullness inside of you retreated, leaving you feeling rather empty. You whimpered in protest.

“Oh, it's okay sweetheart, it's okay, maybe for another time.” Lilith's voice said from above you. “For now, we need to make sure that we didn't break you completely.”

You felt some hands pressing into your sides, and you turned over, Your head still in Lilith’s lap. You looked up at her, and she smiled back down at you, running a hand through your hair.

“Good pet,” she murmured. You looked at your side and saw Lucifer curling up on Lilith’s side, adding his hand to your hair, and another to wrap around his wife, who pressed her lips to his head.

“They really were fantastic my love.” He said in a similarly soft tone.

You blinked and tried to avoid thinking about just how messy this was going to get. Relationship-wise, work-wise–and everything else. But for now,

“Could I stay here for a bit?” You asked, your voice a little drier than you remembered. You might have been more vocal than you initially realized. 

“Of course sweetheart,” Lilith said immediately. Her tone was almost sad you even considered the alternative. “I wouldn't expect you to be able to walk for another hour at least knowing him.” 

“I’d say two,” Lucifer added. “I…may have gotten a bit carried away.” Lilith gave him a disapproving look that held no real malice. 

“My love if you had tasted and felt them–you would have gotten carried away too.”

“I’m sure I would.” She said sighing and running her fingers through your hair some more. It felt nice, and your eyes drooped. The exhaustion was setting in and you couldn’t be bothered to keep your eyes as open as before. All you could think about as you fell asleep on the queen of hell’s lap was that maybe this job had more perks than you originally thought. 

-*-

Lilith continued carding her hand through her new favorite little secretary’s hair. The poor thing had fallen asleep and they looked so cute when curled up like this. Her husband nuzzled his head into her chest and looked down at the sinner and then back to his wife.

“...So…What I’m hearing is we need to start scheduling sick days?” he asked innocently. 

“I think we might have to.” She replied smiling softly.

[philomenaeden]

(Random) Personal groupings of 22 major arcana tarot cards with the destiny of matrix chart 🪅✨🪅✨🪅✨

Side note:

- A literal noob in reading tarot cards and destiny of matrix chart so this is essentially how my 🧠 process the connection between them two hence making it easier for me to grasp the archetypal energies derived from each tarot arcana in a nutshell :)

- the destiny of matrix chart is based on the Marseilles Tarot instead of the better known Rider- Waite tarot which explains the switch between 8th and 11th tarot cards (in Marseille, 8th is justice and 11th is strength)

- finally, apologies firsthand for the kindergarten(y) description of each group. I’m still trying to think of a more eloquent namings but in the meantime, here ya goo 🤸🏻🤸🏻🤸🏻

1 (The Magician)

2 (The High Priestess)

3 (The Empress)

4 (The Emperor)

5 (The Hierophant)

6 (The Lover)

7 (The Chariot)

8 (The Justice)

9 (The Hermit)

10 (Wheel of Fortune)

11 (Strength)

12 (The Hanged Man)

13 (Death)

14 (The Temperance)

15 (The Devil)

16 (The Tower)

17 (The Star)

18 (The Moon)

19 (The Sun)

20 (Judgement)

21 (The World)

22 (The Fool)

The admirers and connoisseurs of arts and beauty: 🪞

3 - 6 - 14 - 18

The introspective and compassionate beings: 🕯️

2 - 9 - 12 - 18

The Go-getter and boss ladies/gents of the earth (v in touch with their masculine energy): 🔥

3 - 4 - 7 - 11

Life of the party and children of the sun: 🌞

6 - 17 - 19 - 22

Analytical and upheld family traditions and values (King/ruler energy right here): 👑

5 - 8 - 16 - 20

Seeker of knowledge and new experiences: 🪅

1 - 2 - 5 - 21

Charismatic and magnetic people (karma is on their side): 🖤

8 - 10 - 13 - 15

[warrenwrites]

Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather Dream x Platonic!Reader

Summary: You decided that Lord Morpheus’ throne was the perfect place to rest and read.

A/N: I had Diaval from Maleficent in mind when making this character. The reader has a human form but was born as a Raven of the Dreaming and can swap between forms at will.

Word Count: 800

It had been a quiet day, Dream hadn’t called for you and you felt no spikes of energy in the Waking World; so, with no work to do, you took the opportunity to read and take a moment to relax. You decided to lounge yourself in human form across Dream’s throne. ‘The History of the Dreaming V.213′ resting across your lap, it’s great size taking up the majority of space. After some time, you became extremely comfortable and leaned to the side, hoisting your legs over his arm rest, practically nesting in the comfort of the seat.

You stayed there reading for over an hour before you heard a voice in your ear. Had it not been so familiar and cosmically soothing, you might have flinched. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

Tilting your head slightly backwards, you met the eyes of Morpheus; Lord of Dreams as he stood, towering above you. With little emotion in your voice you answered, “You’re being overthrown.” It was then a smirk broke onto your face. “I’m starting a mutiny; how does it feel?”

He mirrored your smirk, staring deep into your soul and answered, ”underwhelming.”

A dramatic gasp left your lips and your face contorted into what, for a moment, looked like genuine offence. You quickly turned your attention back towards your book and nestled further into your seat, burying your face into the pages of the book as you began your silent treatment.

He crouched down to be at eyeline, should you turn to face him, and rested his hand on the arm rest next to your shoulder. “My Raven?”

You gave no response and instead maintained your pout. If anything, you brought the book closer to your face.

He stood circled the back of the throne slowly before crouching in front of the throne, closer to your legs but now directly facing you. Reaching a hand up, he used two fingers to tilt the book down and see your scowling, comedically scrunched face. “What are you reading?” He asked, voice kind, soft and laced with genuine interest.

This time you answered as monotonously as you could, “How to Dethrone a King: A Raven’s Guide.”

He let out a laugh through his nose and you almost smiled, finding great victory every time you made the dark King smile. He moved to a kneel on one knee and spoke, “now what kind of Ruler would I be if I allowed such treason?” He questioned and moved his hands to either side of your waist before digging his hands softly into your waist and sides.

“Hey-HEY! Dreheheheheheam!” Giggles immediately flooded out of your mouth as you brought your knees and elbows in to protect yourself. Your movement only caused you to sink further into the seat, getting yourself stuck with no way to block your sides. “PLEHEHEHEASE! OKAY OKAHAHAY!”

Dream only smiled as you squirmed and he watched as you slammed the book shut and pretended to beat him with it as a defensive deterrent. He didn’t even flinch, instead he chose to continue scribbling his fingers into your sides. The sensation left behind a sparky, tingle on top of its tickle, likely due to him being made of magic, sand and stars.

“DREHEHEHEHEAHAHAHAM!” You kicked your legs in desperation and dropped the book with all your movement,

Ceasing his torment, Dream caught the book with two hands before it hit the ground.

You took the opportunity to turn into your raven form and make your nimble escape. Dream stood, watching as you caw'd and glided through around his throne in an upward spiral before landing softly on his shoulder.

He smirked at you and you stomped your foot 'hard' on his shoulder. "My apologies," he nodded, still smiling at you.

You let out a soft caw in response, pointing your head up in pride.

"We are needed in the Waking World," he explained and you jumped with excitement, shrugging your wings in a non-verbal response. "But first we must return your book to the tyranny section, yes?"

You caw'd again and since you couldn't stick out your tongue you fluffed it feathers and brushed up against his jaw and ears. He flinched slightly and fought back a smile, knowing you'd likely be doing this for the rest of the trip.

He turned to you slightly and smiled. "Mind yourself," he warned.

[aircommndr]

honor-cxde:

Generally speaking, Dreadwing and most Starscreams tend to ... not get along. The former will try to avoid them, if he can, but it seems that the multiverse has an interesting sense of humor when it comes to him and the Air Commander. At the moment, there are at least two of them that he is talking with -- the Emperor of Vos on the Cybertron that Dreadwing is staying on, and this one.

There’s nothing much to see. The lighting in the Sky Claw II’s cargo bay is dim, and it seems as though Starscream is the only one there. It’s not empty, by any means -- there are stacks of crates, all meticulously labeled and tied down with cargo netting to keep them stable when the ship is flying in atmosphere. Supplies, no doubt, for whoever lives here.

The vessel’s AI doesn’t make itself known, but it does alert Dreadwing that his guest appears to be awake.

The walk from the main living area back down to the hold is a short one, and after a moment, the blue Seeker heads down the steps.

“Well, well,” he starts, cube of energon in hand. “Look who lives. Welcome back, Air Commander.”

He attempted to get up, but unfortunately he still felt a bit too unsteady for that. His legs wouldnt keep him up. Well, slag. The seeker tries not to panic as he racks his brain to try and remember what had happened prior to him waking up...

The conversation... the mech he was speaking to.. Dreadwing...

As if on cue, the other seeker enters his field of vision. "What...-" He mutters in confusion before frowning. "Of course I live. Cant get rid of me that easily." Though this time around he had simply passed out and not actually died, which Starscream was thankful for. He may not stay dead, but dying was still a terrible experience. He could still feel it. It just wouldn't last, and he would revive.

Starscream tilts his helm to the side now, thinking a moment. "But why am I here—? Are you kidnapping me??" That last statement is yelled in a tone mixed of panic and disgust.

continued from x. | @honor-cxde

The previous conversation is immediately forgotten as Dreadwing finds himself with a sudden problem: Starscream faints.

Just. Deadass passes out.

The blue Seeker lurches forward as the other jet crumples, automatically snatching him up under both of his arms. "Starscream?"

A gentle shake. Nothing.

Shit. What happens if he's caught with some other Cybertron's leading Starscream and the asshole is DEAD? Jail. Jail for a thousand lifetimes.

Holding him up with one arm, Dreadwing checks his vitals, which are, thankfully, still strong. Of course. He rolls his optics expressively, having half a mind to leave the dipshit on the ground in the middle of the ship yard, but... that would be rude. And he would not want to be treated that way.

Heaving a harsh sigh, Dreadwing scoops his free arm behind Starscream's knees and picks him up easily, trudging up the ramp into his ship to deposit the Air Commander in a nest of blankets and pillows in the cargo hold. At least there it's safe and contained.

It was his own doing, truly. Sometimes, being immortal made him think he was above the usual self care that any mech would require. But just because he couldn't die (or rather, could die but wouldn't stay dead) didn't mean he didn't need to properly recharge and refuel.

In this instance, he was energon deprived, and it didn't take long for his frame to simply give out on him. Midway through their conversation, Starscream passes out, world going black.

When he comes to, he's somewhere different... Slowly, he heaves himself into a sitting position, groaning all the while. Ruby optics gives a scan of his surroundings. Blankets and pillows galore.. But where was he?

"Wh-....hngh.." Another groan "Where...?" That's all he manages to spit out.

[floppyponysart]

Mane 6 redesigns - mlpfim fanart

I made these a good while ago and thought hard about them but no-one cared at the time coz it wasn't a trend but now it is for some reason so I guess I'm gonna try reposting lol -v-'

get ready coz there is a long description of my inspirations and more details about these redesigns coming below. get ready for crazy amount of text

Twilight

This is basically my concept for "what if twilight was like an actual nerd?".

i gave her freckles/acne and glasses coz they are typical nerdy things. i think they look super cute on her tho ^w^. i got rid of her highlights in her hair coz (even tho it is probably meant to be natural in the show) nerds dont have time for adding highlights to their hair. her hair is also shorter to make it look more like the kind of practical hair cut girl nerds often have. she is wearing her comfy clothes coz she wants to be cozy when studying and doesnt care how she looks. she is wearing her favourite nerdy fluffy socks with her fav star constellations on them (i only know the big dipper lol -v-'). she is also wearing her comfy grey plain hoodie. for some reason every nerd seems to have a plain grey hoodie. it has spare pens in the pockets to.

she has a different cutiemark here which is basically my concept for what her cutiemark might have been if she wasn't the fated leader of the elements of harmony. it represents her studious personality and her love of stars. I also gave her a big backpack stuffed full of supplies. i can attest to the fact that studious students never have enough equipment and our bags look like this XD. it is an old but sturdy bag which has even been patched up but still going. there is a pink ruler sticking out coz everyone seemed to have those pink rulers when i was at school lol.

Every badge on this bag actually is meant to have a specific subject although its hard to see so small. now i will go through each one. Top left green one with dark blue what looks like an animal is a picture of an Ursa Minor. Brown one top right is a man holding a bow ancient etching on a cave wall picture. Big blue one is obviously more star constellations. Bottom right is a fire so hot the flame is blue. Right middle one is a skull. Middle brown and green one is an abandoned church structure. Bottom middle blue one is the Milky Way. Bottom left is a nerdy funny quote. Middle green one I actually don’t remember what it was meant to be anymore. I’m gonna day it is a rare plant tho coz that makes sense I think it was something like that. It might have also been an old weapon artefact as I remember that being one of my ideas at the time. Brown middle left was a catapult shooting a melon.

Applejack

This one is simpler than the last one. I already really like applejacks design and I had less ideas but I still like this. First things first, I think it would be more fitting if Applejack was a different species of pony. Here I have her as more of a wild pony which is hairier. I have her hair as rougher and shorter coz a farmer realistically would definitely not have long hair as it would get in the way of work. That has always been something that annoys me. Her hair in the show does look very nice but it just makes no sense. I didn’t change her cutiemark much coz her cutiemark from Pony Life is almost perfect. I just changed the shape of the leaf a little bit. I did add a speckled spot on her thigh around it tho. This is reminiscent of another species of horse and I think it adds a little more detail to make her look nice. It also matches her freckles on her face.

Speaking of her freckles, I added more all over her face and ears coz anyone with freckles will know it doesn’t usually stay in one pretty place on the cheeks. I think she looks cuter this way to be honest. She has cheeks which are a little chubby which makes her look younger than she actually is. Some people have a baby face for a longer time than most and idk but I felt this fit. She looks super cute and I love it. She has a hole in one ear which makes her look a little more imperfect and it shows her tough side. It’s a scar left from her tough working days in the past. Finally, I changed her hat. Yes I know. Probably people are going to hate me for this and I do like the hat but I always felt it was a little too stereotypical. So I gave her another hat which is often used in farming; a sunhat. I think this looks nice on her as well.

Fluttershy

Yes I made a lot of changes here. I started off just wanting to draw her with braids and flowers and longer legs like her childhood self but then I thought she looked more like a deer. Tbh I prefer her as a deer coz it makes more sense. Deers are very skittish and timid so it makes perfect sense for Fluttershy. I like the little tail puff to coz it’s just so cute. Several people have drawn Fluttershy with flowers in her hair and she has even done it in the show. It makes perfect sense to me for her to have lovely flowers, seeds, twigs and saplings in her hair all the time if she is in nature all the time.

Braids make more sense to me for Fluttershy coz long hair not tied up is going to get in the way and braids take a long time but is relaxing to do. I can imagine Fluttershy just slowly and calmly enjoying making her braids in the morning. I also changed her cutiemark to an animal paw. I have always thought this would make more sense for her cutiemark although I do like the butterflies to don’t get me wrong. I have tried 2 different sets of colours here but really I had many different ideas for different combinations of these colours. What colours would you use? Which of these do you prefer? Let me know Btw she does have wings still but it’s hard to see them behind the braids.

Pinkie

It’s alpaca Pinkie! yeah I just thought it would be more fitting for her to be another animal considering I already did it for Fluttershy. Pinkie is the weird one so it makes sense if she is also a completely different species and not a very common one. Plus alpacas are friendly, like to bounce and fluffy so it’s perfect in my eyes.

She has a buck tooth coz that makes her seem more cute and imperfect which fits her personality. She has very puffy hair coz I kinda hate how Pinkie has those nonsensical curls at the ends when her hair is supposed to be super curly and puffy. Curly puffy hair just doesn’t work that way.

She has confetti stuck in her hair coz I mean puffy hair is hard to clean and she has parties all the time so it makes sense. she also has colourful spots which match the colours of the balloons in her cutiemark. A spotty colourful pattern just makes sense for bubbly party Pinkie.

I actually decided to make her a unicorn to but you can’t see her horn coz she is so fluffy. I mean she is constantly doing weird and magical things so why isn’t she a unicorn?! It also makes sense people would think she is strange coz they can’t see her horn.

Last but not least, I like her cutiemark in the show but why does it have to be 3 separate balloons when balloons are often together anyway? So I grouped them together to make one big cutiemark instead and I think it looks better. What do you think?

Rainbow

I couldn’t do much with this one coz rainbow dash is already perfect. I tried some ideas here tho and I still like the results. It’s good in its own way.

I basically focused on the sporty side of rainbow dash here as you can probably tell. I made her thicker with strong cheek bones like an actual sporty person. I also gave her sweatbands coz of course she should be wearing those if she is doing sports all the time.

I gave her shorter hair coz they get in the way when doing sports and gave her the hair she has in pony life coz it just looks better sorry not sorry.

Anyone else always bothered by the fact her hair has half of it one o half of the colours and the other half the other half of the colours? Originally her hair had red, orange and yellow on top of her head and green, blue and purple on the hair on the back of her head. I just always felt that was weird so I made her tail and head have all the colours instead.

I also thought it was always a missed opportunity with the wings to not have them rainbow feathers like this. I mean why not?! It’s perfect!

I am really happy with her new cutiemark. I kept the rainbow and lightning bolt but made it have a football in instead. She’s into football in equestrian girls so this made sense to me and I love how the design came out. What do you think?

Last but not least I even designed an accessory for her. Of course it’s not fashionable or anything. It’s just a water bottle she carries around with her to make sure she stays hydrated when exercising. Hydration is important!

Rarity

At first I had no idea how to redesign rarity coz she is already pretty dang perfectly designed for her personality. But then I had the idea of making her older and more experienced with life kinda like a fashionista which has had kids or a cougar.

So here she is. She is no longer a unicorn but an earth pony instead. I never thought she needed magic tbh. She still wants to look pretty but her fashion sense is not great and she instead is just wearing bits and bobs of things she likes which don’t go together.

Her hair is shorter as she has less time to clean and maintain it and she wants to show off her accessories more anyway. She had a handbag which is a mixture between nice looking and big so it’s practical to use.

She has purple lipstick (just in case you can’t tell coz it is kinda hard to see). I also tried giving her a different eye colour which I think still looks nice on her and is more fitting of this version of her design.

I also gave her a different cutiemark. I do like her cutiemark but it doesn’t really relate to her love of fashion much and didn’t seem fitting to my design so I made this one for her. It’s a heart which represents her generosity and it wears a hat and and an earring which represents her love of fashion. What do you think? I love this cutiemark design personally.

The accessories are pretty self explanatory but just in case (coz I’m bad at drawing objects -v-') I’m gonna explain some of them. There is a pearl necklace with a nice big green gem. There is a gold bracelet with small red gems in it.

She is wearing earrings which are supposed to be green and blue opals. It was hard to get them to look like opals do with different colours merged together but I think I ended up with a pretty good result. It’s more green and murky than I intended tho. It also was difficult coz of how small it is. Any tips for how to make something look like that?

[yuseirra]

Hikaai fans, I recommend you this song:

"Ruler Of My Heart" a crazy blond w golden hair obsessed with someone, calling them their star and their savior sings this song 'v')/ IT'S ACTUALLY SO FITTING. I just screamed internally... I even went as far as translating the lyrics for this one although there are already good ones out there

"Make me your god, I can give you everything!"<THIS THOUGH. THAT GOES HARD. The song itself is nice to listen to too.

[Verse 1] 빛을 등져도 돼 넌 빛나는 You can turn your back on the light 태양도 잠식시켜 My star For you'd dominate even the shining sun, my star 슬픈 눈빛 속에 세상을 다 가진 완벽한 피사체 You're the perfect subject that holds the entire world within your sad gaze My savior, 가련한 영혼이여 My savior, a pitiable soul I don't believe, you are a liar 나의 어둠과 너의 어둠이 겹쳐질때 When my, and your darkness overlap 그대로 내게 맡겨 Leave everything to me, in the now

[Chorus] Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart 영원히 아름다워 You remain forever beautiful Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart

[Verse 2] 끝이 없는 the wall The endless walls 낮이 없는 추락 A fall with no limit 한순간에 (무너트릴) (Breaking down)in an instant 눈이 멀어지고 들리지가 않아 My eyes go blind and I grow deaf 부서진 my world My world has collapsed My savior, 가련한 여인이여 My savior, pitiful lady Make me your god, I can give you everything 나의 어둠과 너의 어둠이 겹쳐질때 When my, and your darkness overlap 그대로 내게 맡겨 Let me take care of everything and take you away

[Chorus] Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart 영원히 아름다워 You're forever beautiful Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart

[Outro] Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart Ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart, ruler of my heart

[adm-starblitzsteel-4305]

To be honest...

Ma. Celestina (OC) as Sailor Godzilla and Sailor Mothra

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Full description is here because I am tired of typing sheeesh.

There's a new ability I introduced for all of you guys:

"Titan Up! (insert Kaiju transformation)"

It is a mixed of Godzilla and Sailor Moon style I created. So how does it acquired with such magic?

I started the small concept about a small fusion: supposedly there was a girl who likewise have a powers like Godzilla and her transformation into a Godzilla themed style plus sailor fuku, but then I thought about this small concept will be the main course.

If you remember my human OC and main protagonist of POTM - Ma. Celestina (Celestia is her alias): yes, SHE is the ONE who will acquire the power of her Titan parents (Godzilla and Mothra) and with the Cosmic Brooch's superstitious magic. She can allow herself to transform into a magical superheroine girl.

BACKSTORY BEFORE MONSTERVERSE:

On the prelude of Sailor V, Ma. Celestina meets Minako Aino alongside Artemis who likewise senses her powers the same as Minako (who is the superheroine beauty called Sailor V), she allows herself to become a superheroine beauty like Sailor V, under the name as Sailor C. The two worked together to vanquished supernatural evils who steals energies of humans before Artemis reveals that they will have to find the other Sailor Guardians like themselves because he explains that Minako is the long lost Moon Princess of the Silver Millenium and that she wields the mystical Silver Crystal, which is the main reason why the Dark Kingdom was after for it. Minako posed herself as a student on Juuban High School (Usagi's school) while Ma. Celestina continues to search the Silver Crystal while gathering information about the Dark Kingdom's leader.

The two eventually met the other Sailor Guardians: Sailors Moon, Mercury, Mars, and Jupiter, alongside a black cat named Luna, before they joined into many adventures and battles they encountered (I used the Sailor Moon Crystal Seasons 1 to 3).

After the battle with Pharaoh 90, Ma. Celestina coincides about staying with the Sailor Guardians, but her quest was not complete yet. She asked Sailors Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto to watch over Hotaru Tomoe (known as Sailor Saturn) while she is away, giving baby Hotaru a necklace emblazed a topaz star pendant, promising to return back from her adventures as they depart.

Ma. Celestina is currently absent on the events of Sailor Moon Eternal and Sailor Moon Cosmos.

IN MONSTERVERSE:

Short prequel from after the events of POTM, the now 18 years old Ma. Celestina - who is given a name Astra II after her Titan incarnated past - adjusts her life as a Princess and normal life with Godzilla and Mothra, her newly adoptive family alongside Mothra Leo and the reformed Titan-turned-human Battra. What's more even interesting is that her Cosmic Brooch allows its user to fused a being that is incredibly powerful. Astra II spliced Godzilla's radioactive heat ray and Mothra's cyan bioluminiscent dusts from her mystic celestial magic, allowing it to combined the power as one because she is a part human and part Titan.

As Sailor Godzilla, she wields a Radioactive Titan Staff which produces an immense amount of heat ray and conjuring a powerful god-like aspects (think about Sailor Saturn's Death Reborn Revolution, but much more powerful). It is also noted that whenever she feels angry, there's a certain transformation about becoming a Godzilla genes due to heredity that is not awakened in time. This is her yell:

"TITAN UP! GODZILLA!"

"I bring balance and justice to those who opposed the Earth! Sailor Godzilla! Here to fight, and bow before your Ruler!"

As Sailor Mothra, she wields a double-bladed katana engraved with gems and a symbol of Mothra (like Mothra's limbs). She can also created a similar god rays like Mothra to erased the storms, and a magical song to target the enemies' old pasts about their loved ones in order to surrender, or to fight. She is capable of using silk attack to struck opponents. Note that her moth wings has Mothra's patterns, but much likely resembles Ma. Celestina's moth wings. Her majestic form is alluring to humans and Titans. Plus, Mothra's ancient song can be played by two of Ma. Celestina's new Twin Priestesses, but added a bit magical to express the devotion of the Stars. Her yell:

"TITAN UP! MOTHRA"

"I am the Goddess of Peace, Giver of Life, and Protector of the Earth. A King needs his Queen. I, Sailor Mothra, shall cast forth upon your evil deed! Bow before your Ruler!"

So, what do you think of my OC's transformation?

And that's it. I hope you like my fusion as both Sailor Moon style and Godzilla style.

If I ever fused Rodan and Ghidorah, then that's my promise.

I don't own any Godzilla and Sailor Moon Characters. They all belong to their respective owners and rights.

I only own my OCs.

Game:

Sailor Moon Dress Up on Dolldivine.

[agentrouka-blog]

The rulers of Tarth are called "the Evenstar" and "Evenstar" is the famous nickname of Arwen in LOTR. Does this mean that Martin is pointing out Brienne and Jaime as the Arwen and Aragorn of ASOIAF ? Since Brienne will eventually become lady of Tarth after the death of her father Selwyn. But Brienne is also a blonde warrior lady like Eowyn. Should either parallel be seen as meaningful ?

Hi there!

I am not a LOTR expert by any stretch of the imagination, so I wouldn't be able to give you a credible answer on the finer details of that nickname within those books.

(I do, however, doubt that it's meant to imply a parallel between this couple and Jaime and Brienne, mainly because they don't share literally any other parallels with these characters either jointly or separately, that I can think of. Eowyn comes closer, but that doesn't make Jaime any kind of Aragorn.)

An interesting I thing I found after a cursory search is that Arwen got this nickname in reference to the world as they knew it nearing its end. If that's true, then that's rather melancholy, but it would fit with the general theme in ASOIAF of upheaval, endings and renewal, best summed up by Leaf, one of the children of the forest:

The gods gave us long lives but not great numbers, lest we overrun the world as deer will overrun a wood where there are no wolves to hunt them. That was in the dawn of days, when our sun was rising. Now it sinks, and this is our long dwindling. The giants are almost gone as well, they who were our bane and our brothers. The great lions of the western hills have been slain, the unicorns are all but gone, the mammoths down to a few hundred. The direwolves will outlast us all, but their time will come as well. In the world that men have made, there is no room for them, or us." (ADWD, Bran III)

This imagery of the setting sun is matched by the concept of the Evenstar and both of these indicate endings.

Something often overlooked is that Cersei shares this imagery, too.

All hail his lady mother, Cersei of House Lannister, Queen Regent, Light of the West, and Protector of the Realm." (AGOT, Sansa V)

Also in reference to Tywin, her father:

By the time they left Maegor's Holdfast, the sky had turned a deep cobalt blue, though the stars still shone. All but one, Cersei thought. The bright star of the west has fallen, and the nights will be darker now.  (AFFC, Cersei I)

Warden of the West, in the westerlands, the Lannisters in all the glittering golden light are still associated with the finality of the sunset and evening.

The evenstar and the morning star both actually refer to the same thing, though: the planet venus, all depending on its visibility in the night sky. It was also historically referred to as "lucifer", which can be translated as "lightbringer", the name of the sword forged by Azor Ahai, which is a hugely ambivalent tale in the books and resonates with both Dany's dragons and several special swords named in the series. The powerful weapon as a mark of a hero or a knight is a central theme in the series, and GRRM is begging us to look closer at what is truly heroic and what is merely a show of power or conceit.

An interesting twist here is that Brienne's House and island of Tarth is equally ambivalent. Their arms are sun and moon both. And their seat has an interesting predecessor associated with a significant knight.

 The Sapphire Isle, as some call it, is ruled by House Tarth of Evenfall Hall—an old family of Andal descent that boasts of ties to the Durrandons, the Baratheons, and more recently to House Targaryen. Once kings in their own right, the Lords of Tarth still style themselves "the Evenstar," a title that they claim goes back unto the dawn of days. Many of the folk of Tarth, highborn and low alike, claim descent from a legendary hero, Ser Galladon of Morne, who was said to wield a sword called the Just Maid given to him by the Seven themselves. Given the role that the Just Maid plays in Ser Galladon's tale, Maester Hubert, in his Kin of the Stag, has suggested that Galladon of Morne was no rude warrior of the Age of Heroes turned into a knight by singers a thousand years later, but an actual historic figure of more recent times. Hubert also notes that Morne was a royal seat of petty kings on the eastern coast of Tarth until the Storm Kings made them submit, but that its ruins indicate that the site was made by Andals, not First Men. (The World of Ice and Fire - The Stormlands: The Men of the Stormlands)

Evenstar and Evenfall vs. the Morning. Obviously, there's a hidden history there that may be as interesting as the more recent connection of House Tarth to Duncan the Tall, another noted knight. But clearly, we are seeing a tension here between evening and morning. Brienne is the daughter of the Evenstar, but must she be an evenstar herself?

Given Brienne's connections to knighthood, to Galladon whose story she tells in AFFC, it may well be that she herself represents that renewal, a shift from evening to morning. Where the story of Duncan is one of disintegrating ideals, Brienne represents the choice to uphold them. She chooses to take up Duncan's abandoned arms, commissioning to have them painted on her shield:

It was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father's armory. She remembered how she'd run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star. (AFFC, Brienne II)

Which GRRM goes out of his way to associated with finality and endings:

She had made a better job of it than he could ever have hoped for. Even by lantern light, the sunset colors were rich and bright, the tree tall and strong and noble. The falling star was a bright slash of paint across the oaken sky. Yet now that Dunk held it in his hands, it seemed all wrong. The star was falling, what sort of sigil was that? Would he fall just as fast? And sunset heralds night. "I should have stayed with the chalice," he said miserably. "It had wings, at least, to fly away, and Ser Arlan said the cup was full of faith and fellowship and good things to drink. This shield is all painted up like death." "The elm's alive," Pate pointed out. "See how green the leaves are? Summer leaves, for certain.  (The Hedge Knight)

The falling shooting being likened to death is another interesting nod to the comet that lights the sky through much of ACOK. The one that heralded the birth of the dragons. Death.

It is the tree that represents life here. Given this context, Duncan's arms may not be her final arms.

A parallel in terms of imagery, knighthood and even history, may be House Dayne. Much like House Dayne (of Starfall) has an ancient origin and a fancy special sword named Dawn, you could argue that it has fallen from grace, the last "Sword of the Morning" (named so for the star constellation only visible before dawn) having been killed after guarding an imprisoned teenaged girl dying from childbirth. That's not knightly honor. Gerold Dayne is called "Darkstar" and describes himself as "of the night". He does not carry Dawn. Ham-fisted metaphors, no?

This is all my convoluted way of saying that no, I don't think this nickname is meant to tie Brienne and Jaime to Aragorn and Arwen, but rather part of a broader metaphor for disintegration and renewal, especially in association with knighthood, all expressed through Brienne herself.

Brienne, caught between Duncan (evening) and Galladon (morning), represents renewal, life, the way forward.

Jaime lacks this imagery entirely. He's no Aragorn. He's walking into the sunset with the Light of the West.

[forgotteneabha]

The Arms of Calleary & Hanthom

Combined Arms of House Calleary of Hanthom

Azure (blue): truth and loyalty

Vert (green): hope, joy, loyalty in love

Argent (white/silver): peace and sincerity

Tawny/Tenné (orange/brown): worthy ambition

Ship: voyage, remarkable voyage, life, determining one's course in life

Wheel: fortune, torture/one prepared to undergo trials for their beliefs, steering, continuity/cycles, vicissitude

The Ancient Arms of Hanthom

Seahorse: martime success, good luck, fortune, fortitude, strength, power, courage; as "the dragon's bastard:" valour and protection, courage

Note: the division here indicates a maternal and paternal branch coming together, likely with the wheel (at dexter) being the paternal charge, and the seahorse (at sinister), being the maternal one, the grasping of the wheel can be seen in a number of different ways but generally it would be more or less read as willingly taking on or claiming a worthy and desired goal or duty and bringing that into your own protection/worldview/aim, etc. w the sinister overcoming the dexter, it may either indicate absolute partnership or even the bearer (child's) posthumous birth to the father or the mother carrying on boldly after the loss of her husband. so! lots that can be happening here!

The Ancient Arms of Calleary

Mullet/Star: celestial goodness, nobility, divine quality from above, mark of third son

Pearl: purity, honor, and virtue, that which is priceless beyond measure, that which the worthy choose to give their lives to seek

Moon: serene power over mundane actions, serenity

Shell/Escallop: protection of providence, successful leader, one who hasjourneyed far, traveler to far places, victorious naval commander

Fess: mark of naval service

NOTES:

so, since the malconaires, lorcans, and ormonds all have names that coincide w the name of their territory, i thought it could be interesting to build an in-world explanation for why it might be that the callearies do not preside over a place called calleary but, rather, one called hanthom, and, given that they also have claim to an as-yet unnamed seat in the north which is much smaller and in a state of disrepair to the point that it must be rebuilt before daring habitation (it also seems that the cold might be a factor here tbf), my thought was that perhaps there're a few things at work here! so i did some mock ups for us, and im eager to hear your thoughts! ;D

the callearies are maybe a newer house! we have established that the staffords and the malconaires and the lorcans are amongst the oldest houses in astaira, and perhaps the callearies aren't quite as ancient, but have roots in an older house that has, otherwise, gone extinct, namely: hanthom

alternately, or perhaps in a way that coincidences, there's the matter of the northern seat...maybe this is just an uninhabited place that roderick carved out of astaira...or maybe this is the og seat of the callearies from when they ~first became lords and was abandoned after they came into possession of the far more hospitable hanthom

so here's kind of what i was thinking: perhaps the last daughter of house hanthom wed a calleary and, thus, their child -- now a calleary of hanthom -- inherited both seats but, since calleary was both teeny and inhospitable, when the last lady hanthom died, the new lord/lady calleary brought everyone from calleary to hanthom and set up shop w their combined ppl living together

now, how do you do this? how do you make this work? never fear, ive got some notions abt all of this too! and it also (at least tries to) makes sense of why the last lady hanthom might choose a tiny random struggling house from the north w which to ally herself, knowing they'd be the future rulers of hanthom! and basically the answer is that house calleary had 1) v, v few ppl looking to them and 2) maritime knowledge of their own...it also brings in an atlantis/numennor/tomb of cleopatra/old valyria/pompei sorta myth bc i have zero self-control always dsklafjkdsjf are you ready?

ok, for i leap into this, side bar to tuck away/keep in mind: irl ancient celtic mythology, manannán is the irish god of the sea...and, originally, of the afterlife as well. why is that? bc the earliest celts believed that the afterlife was an island to which you could sail (this is why king arthur was taken to avalon on a boat -- the meaning was lost over time but it comes from this and there're some really interesting ancient myths abt sailors accidentally shipwrecking on the island of the dead and all kinda of wild things ensuing largely bc the ancient celts believed in reincarnation so it was a place your soul went and could return etc but then you go there w a living body and chaos ensues you get it laksjdfkljdsajf) so! i thought riffing off of this could be fun since we know astaira is lowkey fantasy ireland etc ;D and it actually sorta solved the puzzle in my mind of the connection to the north and the differing name so!! bear this in mind and now get ready #forrealizies

incoming thought: this story might be that of either the callearies or the hanthoms, actually...originally i was thinking the callearies but it might ~actually make more sense if its the hanthoms???? idk but either way imma refer to it as the callearies (bc either way their descendants are in fact our modern day callearies, if we go w this!) below ;D

im thinking that maaaaaybe...originally...they weren't astairan at all!! originally, the callearies from an archipelago somewhere off to sea, its location now lost

the callearies could have been kings, but im actually thinking that maybe they were just random sailors, maybe lords, but they were lucky bc while they were off at sea, their homeland was destroyed whether via volcanic eruption or tsunami/tidal waves or earthquakes or -- v possibly w a volcanic eruption -- all of the above!!!

many of the sailors and merchants and ships that were asail were crushed and drowned in the horrific storms and upheaval that came w the destruction of their homeland, but in the aftermath those that survived banded together into a ragtag fleet, set adrift in the terrific storms and desperately sailing towards land as their supplies dwindled

the survivors ended up banding together beneath the banner of the callearies, either bc they were surviving lords or simply bc they were simply charismatic/kept their heads on their shoulders/had the biggest ships/had a surviving captain/whatever!!!

when the fleet finally made land, the survivors spilled forth onto a spit of land and made a settlement there, grateful to have survived

this land was, of course, in astaira

they did their best to rebuild their culture, eventually coming into contact w other astairans, and -- being sea people -- quickly set about becoming trading and naval powers in the region

their lost homeland now survives as a mytho-historic atlantis/avalon-type myth in the collective minds of the astairans and many have sailed off into the horizon in search of the place, never to be seen again

now how does this tie into the hanthom-calleary thing???? trade!!! seafaring!!! im imagining the two co-existed for some time w one ruling the northern seas and the other the southern and yeah! while one ploughs the wintry northern seas, the other commands the summery southern seas. if you're house hanthom and you know ur abt to die out but you want someone to keep ur ppl alive and ur sea culture going etc, ur gonna want the other parent to ur heir/aka the future lords of ur spot, to be someone who knows the waters, gets ships, understands the needs of ppl who live off the sea, understand trade, etc etc etc, PLUS uniting their fleets and trade routes does exponentially compound the wealth, power, and influence of the combined house so ur heirs and ur ppl will be well off on a lot of counts!!!!

now, im thinking that, since the northern callearies only had a small number of ppl in an inhopsitable place, they probs brought all their ppl w them (at least who wished to go) and bing bam boom fast forward a couple centuries and you've got our kiddos!

anyway alksdjfkljdsf this is a lot and all of it frankly insane and yeah idk if we want any of this????????? but here we are -- lmk what you think!!!