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prythianpages · 1 year ago

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The Night Azriel helped her heal

azriel x rhysand's sister (oc)

warnings: fluff and some angst at the end, tamlin makes an appearance

summary: Valeria's injuries have healed but there are two aches that linger and Azriel is admanant in bringing back her light.

A/N: this is an imagine among my collection that follow Rhysand's sister, Valeria. while I'm still working on them, you can find the masterlist for it here. I know I said this would be the last one but I decided there has been too much angst and thought we needed some fluff in between (:

Valeria stood at the edge of the balcony, her gaze fixed on the vast expanse below. She hesitated and took a couple steps back.

“I’m scared.”

A scarred hand reached for hers, stopping her from retreating any further. Her eyes traveled up until she met Azriel’s gentle gaze. His presence was reassuring as he stood beside her.

It had been a little over a month since the incident in Windhaven. Her wing had healed thanks to Madja’s healing hands, leaving a scar behind. Madja had told her that she’d be able to fly again once it properly healed but it provided little comfort to her as the memories of that night tormented her every night. What if Madja was wrong?

Valeria felt her hand grow clammy within Azriel’s grasp and she instinctively started to withdraw but Azriel tightened his hold instead. His thumb rubbed soothing circles onto the back of her palm.

“What if I fall?”

Azriel’s chest tightened. He hated the fear in her voice, the uncertainty that clouded her eyes. He hated the effect those men still had on her. Hehe was determined to prove her wrong, to bring back her confidence. He gave her a gentle and reassuring smile.

“I’ll catch you.” He replied but was then quick to add: “But you won’t need me to.”

“Okay.” Valeria breathed as she faced the edge of the balcony again and stepped forward.

Azriel gave her a squeeze before releasing her hand, taking a couple of steps back to allow her space. The cool breeze of Azriel’s shadows whispered around them. Her wings unfurled behind her, a display of midnight hues stretching wide. The full weight of them brought an ache to her injured wing.

Her heart fluttered in her chest and she took another deep breath. She heard the distinct sound of Azriel’s wings as he extended them. They casted a shadow behind her smaller form and brought her further comfort. He would be right behind her.

Before her thoughts could convince her otherwise, she jumped off the balcony of the House of Wind. She winced at the discomfort from her scarred wing and she struggled to balance herself in the air. Her descent became a panicked fall but only for a fleeting moment. She pushed past the discomfort and extended her wings further, gaining control and finding her balance within the air as she glided.

Then, she was flying.

Her heart still fluttered against her chest but it was no longer anxiety that quickened it. It danced to the familiar melody of excitement as the adrenaline that usually accompanied her when flying coursed through her veins.

Azriel was flying at her side and he extended his hand, an invitation to soar through the night together. She accepted, their fingers intertwining and a smile gracing her lips that had Azriel’s own heart fluttering at the sight.

As they soared higher, they weaved through the outlines of clouds and Valeria laughed as one particular cloud had Azriel grimacing and coughing. The stars in her violet eyes had returned, dispelling any lingering fear she had, as she let go of Azriel’s hand.

“Catch me?” She asked.

“Always.”

Azriel told himself he would stop seeking moments alone with her, making sure that there was always someone else present. He could hardly resist himself around her. His control around her was slim to none and it was dangerous. He decided to spend the night at the House of Wind after one of his missions to keep himself from visiting Valeria’s room at the moonstone palace but as he had retreated to his room for the night, he could sense her presence in the same house. He could feel her fear too.

When his shadows brought him to her, he had found her at one of the balconies. She had not hidden her wings to allow them to properly heal and he had noticed the subtle twitch of them as she gazed longingly at the starry sky.

That's what led to them sharing this moment together and he allowed himself to live in this moment, to enjoy it fully. There was no harm in it. He genuinely wanted to help her face her face. Cassian would've done the same.

Azriel allowed her a couple of moments to give her a head start and then he was soaring after her. A wave of affection and warmth surging through him and propelling him forward as her laughter echoed in the crisp night air.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same.” Valeria replied as she walked into the dining area. The house switched out the chair beside Cassian’s for one that had no back to accommodate her wings. She smiled in gratitude as she took a seat beside Cassian.

Cassian ruffled her hair with a fond smile, earning himself a glare. He chuckled in response and then stuffed his mouth with scrambled eggs. “Where else can I enjoy a free and delicious breakfast?”

A plate full of her favorite breakfast food, french toast and fruit appeared in front of her along with a hot, steaming cup of coffee. She took delight in the scent of cinnamon and dark sugar. The house of wind had remembered the way she enjoyed her coffee.

“The Moonstone palace felt suffocating.”

“You should’ve brought Mor with you so you wouldn’t be alone or let me know. I would’ve stayed the night here.”

“I wasn’t alone.” Valeria said mindlessly.

Cassian opened his mouth to ask, wondering if Rhysand had joined her, but he found his answer at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Good morning, Az.” His eyes narrowed as Azriel silently took the seat across from him. “You didn’t tell me you were staying here.”

Azriel speared a piece of meat on his plate with his fork. “I didn’t know I had to inform you of my whereabouts.”

Cassian rose a brow at Azriel’s snappy tone.

“I’m going to continue training.”

Silence fell.

Azriel hastily swallowed a big bite of his food, and Cassian’s eyes widened slightly, both momentarily taken aback by Valeria’s outburst. Blinking at her in unison, they turned their full attention to Valeria, who set her fork down to explain herself.

“Although it was my training that led to the–” Valeria grimaced as her mind searched for the right word”--incident, it was my training and powers that saved me. I want to be better.”

Valeria had done a lot of thinking while she was healing. Cassian and Azriel didn’t get to check up on her as they had wished as they were bombarded with tasks. Perhaps, this was another form of punishment from her father or punishment toward Cassian and Azriel for harboring her secret.

Mor, Rhysand and her mother took turns attending to her bedside but the moments she was alone, her mind inevitably drifted to thoughts of the Illyrian males she killed and the way their voices and screams followed her, even after their deaths. She had let Rhysand into her mind and showed him everything. He had paled as he lived through her memory himself and afterwards, he had promised he would help her harness her powers and if she was up to it, he would help her continue to train.

“I don’t feel remorse for killing them.”

She replayed the haunting memories of that night hundreds of times. It was scary and shocking at first–the mere fact that she was capable of killing. She surprisingly didn’t feel guilty over their deaths. She didn't feel anything. Sure, they had families but they weren’t innocent. They had a long history of abusing the females of Windhaven, her best friend included, and of clipping their wings. They had attacked her. She would do it again if she had to.

“Good.”

“They deserved it.” Cassian nodded, agreeing with Azriel. “But what about–”

“I can’t continue training with the Valkyries but I can still train here. Rhysand offered to teach me. He already managed to convince the High Lord.” Valeria interrupted. Her expression turned sullen and her wings slouched behind her. “At least the High Lord listens to him.”

Her father had not been happy that Rhysand had intervened in her punishment but other than a glare, he had not reprimanded Rhysand, even though he had taken full blame for killing the Illyrian males. He misted the bodies away to hide the evidence of their true nature of death. Her brother thought it was best to keep her abilities and powers hidden for now, fearing that if their father knew, he would take advantage of Valeria.

“I’ll join in training you.”

Valeria lifted her gaze and met Azriel’s.

“I think it’d be best if I helped train her.” Cassian said, sending Azriel a glare.

“Please don’t feel obligated to do so. I have already asked enough from you by forcing you to keep my secret.” Valeria replied, her gaze shifting between the two males, a sense of confusion settling in. Why were they glaring at each other? Had she missed something?

“It’s settled then.” Cassian tore his gaze away from Azriel. “We’ll both join Rhys for your training. When are you starting?”

Valeria grinned. “Later on in the evening. Rhys is bringing that guy from Spring since he’s taken him under his wing. What was his name again? Tamarind or something.”

“Tamlin.” Azriel corrected, his stomach churning at the name as his shadows reminded him of the Spring court’s youngest son and the way he had looked at Valeria during the High Lord Dinner. He rose from his seat. “I have to go and take care of some assignments now if I want to make it back in time.”

As he strolled toward the exit, passing by Valeria, he didn’t miss a beat and leant down to kiss her cheek. Cassian’s glare reappeared but quickly transformed into a look of pure shock as Azriel, sporting a smirk, replicated the gesture on his cheek.

Azriel left without uttering another word, his shadows trailing behind him.

“Did he just–”

“Yup.” Valeria stifled a giggle behind her hand, fingers pressed against her cheek to conceal the rising blush. “What do you have planned for the morning?”

“I have to return to Windhaven and speak with the other generals in an hour or two.”

“Lovely.” Valeria replied with a mischievous grin. “Then, you have enough time to accompany me to the library and visit a dear old friend.”

Cassian’s body tensed and he shot her a wry look. He then cleared his throat, feigning nonchalance. He stood from his seat. “You know what, I think I should actually get going now.”

"Bryaxis asked about you," Valeria murmured, her fingers deftly weaving through Cassian's long hair as she fashioned it into a braid. Despite his initial request for a bun, she had convinced him that a braid was more practical for training. It was an argument made on a whim when the truth was, she simply enjoyed braiding his hair. Rhysand and Azriel’s hair was too short. “He misses you.”

Seated on the training grounds, Cassian paused in his task of sharpening Valeria's dagger, giving her a bemused side-eye.

Her laughter bubbled forth, and she playfully tapped his shoulder, signaling the completion of her handiwork. Her day had consisted of helping out in the library but she hadn’t visited Bryaxis at all.

Azriel stepped out from the shadows on the rooftop of the House of Wind, his shadows melding seamlessly with the surroundings. The smirk on his face was evidence that he had been lingering longer than he let show. “Don’t scare him like that, Val. He might just piss his pants again.”

Cassian withdrew from Valeria, rising to his feet with an abrupt motion. He shot her a pointed glare that had Valeria turning to Azriel. She raised her eyebrows silently questioning him.

"You promised it would remain our secret!" Cassian exclaimed. He was then raising the sleeve of his leathers up, revealing the small fine line tattoo of a crescent moon and sword overlapping one another that had etched itself onto his skin after he had caught her training with the Valkyries.

A bargain had been struck that night–a secret for a secret–as Valeria knew that the only way to keep him quiet was to bring back the embarrassing memory of Cassian and Valeria’s encounter with the darkness that lurked within the library. His tattoo matched the one at her side, near her ribcage and for many years, it remained often hidden by her clothes. Of course Azriel had noticed her tattoo one night and driven by curiosity, he had sneakily extracted the truth out of her in a way that didn’t dishonor her bargain.

“Does this mean nothing to you?”

“Cas–”

A sudden gust of wind swept through the training grounds, accompanied by the melody of wings slicing through the air. Rhysand appeared alongside a hawk, both of their keen eyes scanning the scene. Valeria appeared flustered, Cassian was sulking and Azriel wore a smug demeanor. Rhysand touched down on the ground with a questioning look. “Do I want to know?”

“No.” Both Cassian and Valeria replied in unison, whipping their heads to Rhysand with matching glares as they felt the subtle intrusion of his talons attempting to slip into their minds.

Their attention then shifted to the hawk just in time to see it transform into a high fae form. A male emerged from the blinding gold light, greeting them with a shy hello.

“Tamlin, you’ve met these fools before.” Rhysand remarked, nodding his head toward his sister and friends. “Val, Cas and Az.”

“Drop and give me thirty.”

Valeria gaped at her brother who smirked at her in return. He reached forward, using a finger to close her mouth. “You think just because I am your brother I’ll go easy in training you?”

With a huff, Valeria complied with the training exercise. Tamlin joined her while Cassian and Azriel continued their own stretches and exercises. Much to her dismay, her warm up did not end after her push ups. Rhysand had her and Tamlin running around the training grounds with a variety of demanding exercises.

The exhaustion was beginning to settle in and Valeria’s breaths came in labored gasps by the time Rhysand tossed her a sword. Her only relief was that Tamlin appeared to be more winded than her. Rhysand allowed him to sit on one of the benches and take a break as he was a beginner.

The glint of steel caught the sunlight as it began to set. Valeria readied herself for the next phase of the training, her muscles burning with effort. She pushed past her exhaustion against Rhysand’s strike.

She was agile and fierce, dancing through her maneuvers. Rhysand, equally formidable, moved with a grace that mirrored her own. Amidst the sparring, Tamlin found himself drawn to Valeria’s prowess. His eyes involuntarily followed her every move, captivated by the fluidity of her motions.

Valeria was unaware of the attention, her focus solely on refining her skills. Azriel, always perceptive, noticed Tamlin’s lingering gaze, lips pressed into a taut line. His fleeting moment of distraction resulted in Cassian landing a blow to his side, knocking the wind out of him.

The moon was shining upon them when Valeria finally bested her brother with a triumphant grin. She dropped her sword, letting it clatter onto the grounds. Glasses of cold, refreshing water appeared on one of the empty benches and Valeria made her way to them, murmuring a small thanks to the house.

“You’re good.”

Valeria turned around to find Tamlin. “Thanks.”

“I can’t help but ask why you train?” His voice carried genuine curiosity. “Shouldn’t you–”

“Be off learning how to be a good wife instead?” She interrupted.

Tamlin’s green eyes were widening,a genuine apologetic look on his face. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s okay.” Valeria softly chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “I train because I simply want to...and because someone has to kick Rhys's ass.”

Rhysand shot her a glare while Cassian and Azriel laughed.

The night continued on with another hour of training. When Valeria had settled herself onto one of the benches, her muscles were screaming for rest. Rhysand was instructing Tamlin and showing him a couple of Illyrian methods but Valeria’s attention was focused on Cassian and Azriel sparring. They had stripped off their shirts and Valeria couldn’t help but admire the glistening of Azriel’s sweaty skin and the every movement of his muscles.

The soft glow of faelight filled the room as Valeria stepped out from her bathroom, her aching muscles slightly soothed by the hot bath the house had drawn for her. She approached the piano in her room, the exact same model as the one she had back at the Moonstone palace. There was another in one of the living room of the house as it was a necessity for her wherever she stayed. The instrument, once a source of solace and joy, now seemed to echo the void left by the absence of her beloved bird, Noctis.

Her fingers ghosted over the keys in hesitation. She hadn’t played since his death.

A knock on her door had her turning away from the piano. She opened the door slightly, eyes widening when she found Azriel standing on the other side. She hadn’t expected him to visit. While Rhysand had gone to drop Tamlin off, he had planned to also spend the night at the house. She realized he must not be back, considering Azriel was standing in front of her this late at night.

His hands were behind his back as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” She echoed curiously. Stepping back, she welcomed him inside, making sure to shut the door behind him. When she turned to face Azriel again, one of his hands was nervously rubbing at his neck while the other remained behind his back.

“This was meant to be your birthday present but it wasn’t ready in time.” Azriel said, his gaze flickering toward the piano in her room before meeting hers again. “I was going to give it to you when I saw you next at the Moonstone palace but I didn’t expect to find you here last night so...”

“What is it?” Valeria asked, leaning over to catch a glimpse of what he hid in his hand.

With a timid smile, Azriel brought his hand forward, revealing a delicate jewelry box engraved with carvings reminiscent of the ink on his skin. Her violet eyes glimmered in surprise as he presented his second gift to her. The first had been a beautiful pair of sapphire earrings.

Accepting the box into her hands, she marveled at its size, now appearing larger in her grasp than in his. Opening it, she uncovered a miniature figure inside. It was not just a jewelry box but a music box as well. A beautifully painted raven, a replica of Noctis, was perched on the tiny stage within. As the lid lifted, a familiar melody filled the air–the very tune Valeria and Noctis used to sing together.

“How?” She whispered.

“I know the melody by heart and found someone to help me record it. I crafted the box myself, which is why I couldn’t finish it in time. I wanted it to be perfect. Well, close to perfect..."

Her breath caught as she traced the delicate details of the music box. Warmth flooded her heart. Azriel, always attuned to her emotions, knew.

Despite not seeing each other often the past couple of weeks, he knew that the piano, once a shared sanctuary for Valeria and Noctis, now held bittersweet memories that seemed to weigh down on her heart. He was determined to help her heal and bring back the joy to her life, recognizing that music and flying were among her favorite things.

Tears welled in her eyes and Azriel’s shadows were curling against his ears. His eyebrows furrowed as he hesitantly asked, "Do you not like it?"

“It’s perfect.” Valeria shook her head, a radiant smile breaking through her tears. "I love it."

Azriel was relieved and as he looked at her, he found himself caught in the vulnerability of the moment.

His hand caressed her face and as their eyes locked, they shared a tender gaze– a silent acknowledgment of the emotions that lingered deep within them. He ignored the warning bells in his head, pushed past Cassian’s warning voice. He was already breaking his self-imposed rule of being alone with her.

Just for this one more moment, he told himself.

He leant down to match her height and placed a kiss on her forehead and then, he kissed away the tears that escaped her eyes. A gentle reassurance that he would always care for her. And finally, he kissed her lips. A short but sweet kiss that spoke of feelings lingering in the air.

When he pulled away, she wrapped her arms and pressed her smaller body into him. He hugged her back, embracing the forbidden sweetness of the moment.

They remained in each other’s arms for a while longer until Azriel’s shadows were standing taut and alerting him of Rhysand’s return. It was only then that he pulled away and whispered a soft “goodnight, Val."

The next morning, Valeria found herself drawn to the piano once more. This time, the melancholy had lifted. As her fingers danced across the keys, Azriel could hear from his room, content in knowing that he had helped mend the fragments of her broken song.

A/N: i'm assuming since Tamlin can shift into a beast, he can also shift into other animals? I only included the hawk thing bc I found it too funny if Rhys was carrying Tamlin lol. the song I imagined Val and Noctis to sing a lot is David Bowie's As the World Falls Down. It's such a beautiful song and I feel like it captures a desire to escape from reality, which is fitting for Az and Val. Here's a music box version of it, if you're curious. the next part will be the last imagine before I start on the storyline but there will probably be more additions in the future like cas and val meeting bryaxis and maybe more moments between her and cas

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vampyrska · 4 months ago

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𝕾𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔱 - 𝕾𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔲𝔰 𝕷𝔲𝔫𝔞 𝕹𝔬𝔵

#bandcamp #Septuagint #Acosmic Conflagration #black metal #m

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clockworkspider · 3 days ago

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Clock's 2024 Mahoyaku Fic Rec & Review List

Here's some of the fics I've enjoyed this year. I've probably missed some but I'm going by bookmarks and memory. Most of them involves figaro. I've included some of my own fics in here cause I also enjoy reading them.

I've divided them by categories that makes sense to me. When I list a ship they're not divided by topping order.

I've highlighted the mood of each fic with colors. Mind, it's pretty subjective so I don't promise my mood is gonna be your mood or the writer's intended mood.

Kitashitei

scorched earth by erzi Relationship study on the kitashitei family dynamics. Made me feel unwell. I don't wanna reread it again cause I felt sick the first time. You should read it anyway.

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Figaro/Oz

a chance meeting of strangers, and the end of the world unfolds by erzi For when you finished reading scorched earth and need some healing, read this one. It's a epistolary of correspondences between Figaro and Oz. The character voice is really great here and the limited pov is so charming. There's a lot of levity and a lot of heart. Truly an example of how what you don't see directly can complete the picture better. It ends on a very bittersweet note, so it's healing to me.

as confident as memory by acosmic there is a line by benothinged A Silent Landscape by Sacrifice I'm gonna put these three together, They're all childhood stories of figaoz and they all really have the je ne sais quoi... Childhood FigaOz has a lot of je ne sais quoi. A Silent Landscape in particular has a very haunting quality, while there is a line is quite bittersweet.

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Faust/Figaro

from an ephemeral place by phuio Figafau roleswap... Faust being the teacher of Figaro. This work really explored their parallels as failed gods in a way that's far more transparent to the characters themselves than it is in canon. Also, little Figaro raised by Faust is an absolute delight and a menace. I would kill for him but I also wanna put him in my pocket. I'd say this is an exhilarating read but in the way of finishing the last puzzle piece and finally seeing the whole picture.

ripen, rot by phuio Figafau post MS2 relationship studies. Figaro visit the east and Faust visit the south. If I were to close my eyes and imagine the platonic archetype of a figafau fic this one would be it. It's just really fundamental to their character dynamic, which is like... Very soft and tender yet fraught with hopes and expectations and grief. The writing for this one is more slow simmering, good for people who likes atmospheric prose to chew on.

Sex Therapy by clockwork_spider Following Shylock's questionable advice, Faust ties Figaro to a bed and then left the room only to freak out at Shylock about it. Something that's both humorous and tugs at the heartstrings.

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Faust/Figaro/Lennox

perpetual motion by strobelast (sacae) How the three of them becomes a throuple. This is a really good example of a character study that has a fairly low stake premise but also really digs into the core of the characters. Strobelast is good at that. Both humorous and pulls on the heartstring. Tender but fraught. To me, each pair within these three has their own dynamic, so it's very impressive to have them all on the same ground and give equal shine to each character and still have each dynamic within feel distinct. Honestly this fic has so much to chew on but it's also so light hearted. I can read it multiple times and not get tired.

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Figaro & Mitile

Dead babies do not fuss by sonzorya I have read this fic so many times. The image of Figaro rocking extra fussy baby Mitile neurotically while having a mental breakdown from normal parenthood has permanently changed my brain chemistry. The characterization of this Figaro is very Northern! Which juxtapose with the domestic subject very well. Intense, concise, yet very down to earth.

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Revgumi

A Firm Hand by clockwork_spider Figaro alters Alec's mind so he'd never doubt the wizards and stay friends with Faust forever. The mood I was going for for this one was devastation. But I've also been told it's quite cathartic to read.

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Snow & White

snowhi divorce AU by clockwork_spider This is a two-parter where Snow was stopped from killing White. Instead they parted and Snow became a Western wizard. I'd say it's intense, full of love, and very cathartic to read.

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Riquet Focus

eschaton by erzi A very satisfying Riquet focused case fic exploring his . There's a lot of where his arc is leading up to which canon will one day explore after his scene with Mitile in anni2.

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Whumpy Guilty Pleasure

I thank these writers for my life, actually. I don't have a review for all these cause a lot of it is what it says on the tin. I like gratuitous torture porn and appreciate anyone who's willing to feed me. Occasionally i'm able to return the favor. There's some explicit descriptions in my review so just consider yourself warned.

The lower this list goes the more explicit it gets.

Buried in the Snow by UnparalleledFocus Figaro gets trapped in snow and has flashbacks to his home town. Really quite soft!

Give and Take by Enkido White invites Snow for tea and feeds him rat poison. This was written specifically for me, I feel. Very sweet and tender and sad.

Maybe we'll be okay by Enkido 100 years later, Northern wizard Mitile fights against Figaro and rips into Figaro's memories. Very satisfying. Mitile rips out Figaro's vocal cord with his teeth at some point. Actually very sweet and tender.

To drown by clockwork_spider Figaro gets waterboarded by the twins. This one actually have more aftermath/comfort than torture. Comfort that's the opposite of comforting really does it for me.

A Feast by clockwork_spider Isaac/Figaro cannibalism. Very horny but in a sad way.

Drag it Out of Him by Zerotaste Figaro and the twins torture Bradley. There's this one part where Figaro dislocates Bradley's shoulders and then slash his leg tendons so he could neither hang from his arms or try to stand... Really that's such a masterful bit I think about it in trying times. Overall this fic's a bit more on the descriptive/physical side, which I'm not actually super into. But if you're someone who wanna read all the details in a torture scene this is really good.

Dazed and confused by tamaorin_shadow Noncon Mob/Bradley So this one's in CN and I don't have the fortitude to translate it fully, but I do reread it sometimes. The premise is that the twins seals Bradley's magic and hands him to human authorities, who assaults him. It's very violent. Includes genital mutilation. Great shock value. I'm a bit obsessed.

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Annnd I'll leave it at that for now. A lot of these writers have a pretty good repertoire and if you liked any fics here I really recommend just browsing through their stuff and filtering by your fav. (*cough* I wrote like 30 fics last year. *cough*)

If you'd like to add to this list, feel free to just add in the reblog. Or better yet, make your own!

If you see your fic in here and would like me to take it out for any reason just reach out to me and I'll do it. Thanks!

#mahoyaku #figaro garcia #mhyk #figafau #ozfi #mahoyaku fic rec #fic rec

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infinitesofnought · 1 year ago

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Rapidfire-perihelion. Break in your dustmote, you have to come along, warns the flyer. (You, acosmic, as I.) A knödel's satellites, keen, on the ghost-pawlatschen.

– Paul Celan, "[Rapidfire-perihelion]", trans. Pierre Joris

#infinites of nought #orbits #paul celan #poetry #pierre joris

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howieabel · 2 years ago

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“In the midst of a culture that is rationally organized for a vocational workaday life, there is hardly any room for the cultivation of acosmic brotherliness, unless it is among strata who are economically carefree. Under the technical and social conditions of rational culture, an imitation of the life of Buddha, Jesus, or Francis seems condemned to failure for purely external reasons.” ― Max Weber, From Max Weber: Essays in Sociology

#Max Weber

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therecipelibrary · 2 years ago

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@acosmic as requested an 1890s snack recipe:

Cheese Straws from the Capital City Cook Book out of Guthrie, Oklahoma 1898

And

Pickled Eggs from the Cincinnati Times Star 1890s Cook Book

A lot of snacks and apps of that time would involve deep frying, like croquettes or toast i.e welsh rare bits, anything pickled, and so very many vegetable dishes.

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fukkingdeath · 2 years ago

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Black Reaper - Acosmic Illumination

#black metal

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norteenlinea · 3 months ago

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SEPTUAGINT lanza su álbum debut Acosmic Conflagration a través de Underground Kvlt Records

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walkfromhome · 1 year ago

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"There is polarization, and there are dualities.Earth is on the brink of a catastrophe on several levels: environmental, social,and political. Certainly, when you are in the midst of a catastrophe, it lookscentral and real. It’s hard to grasp that what you are seeing and experiencing is acosmic drama.

What you are seeing and experiencing is caused by many factors that areinteracting and playing out on Earth. These factors have roots in history, some ofwhich originate from earlier planetary conflicts in the galaxy. In this context, welook at a planet holographically in a frame of time known as the past, present,and future.

How is it possible that future energies can be accessed and graspedso that the direction of the future’s development interacts with the present? Thisinteraction can accelerate the rebalancing and healing of the planet. This isanother way of saying that you must look at planet Earth from all aspects: past,present, and future. You must see where Earth has been, where it is now, andwhere it is going. That is how you gain a unified view of Earth, which relates, ofcourse, to the unified energy field theory.

One of the great sources of sufferings on a third-dimensional planet like Earthis the feeling of being cut off from the whole — from yourself, your soul family, is the feeling of being cut off from the whole — from yourself, your soul family,or the soul group. This leads to intense disunity and encourages morepolarization and duality.

The natural state of perception in the human isholographic. You might be surprised by that. In your natural state, you can lookat another person’s energy field and see his or her past, present, and futuredevelopment. You can see a planet’s past, present, and future, and the same istrue in looking at the cosmos.

With the right lens, you can focus on the totality ofanything’s energy field.Imagine meeting someone who is contracted and confused. Without aholographic view, you might conclude that the person is of a lower spiritualvibration, but if you were able to see and experience his or her total holographicnature, then you would have a different opinion.

The great prophets were able to extend their passion and light to everyonethey met because they saw people holographically, in their true nature. Butremember, the task for you and for all the starseeds is to learn how to access this holographic vision."

"You are experiential and visual learners. Just look athow much you love your computers and smartphones. You relate to visualimagery, but this goes beyond your digital technology. This goes into the true nature of your subconscious, because the subconscious is also based on images.

The information in this lifetime and your past lifetimes is stored in your holographic memory as an image. It is not stored in a written format. The akashic records are also based on imagery. I once tried to calculate the storage of memory in the third-dimensional human brain. Your mind is multidimensional,as are holographic energy and technology. This means that at any onedimension, you can access all the dimensions.

(...) This dimension has all the tools necessary to access all the dimensional levels, and since your third-dimensional mind is one aspect of your holographic supermind, you have an infinite capacity to experience the holographic universe, your holographic self, and the holographic nature of Earth."

"Crop circles can help humanity access the holographic nature of Earth. Crop circles are based on fractal geometry, which is a system of perception of reality.The best comparison is to Picasso’s Cubism works, that incorporate divided energy fields, which are the basis of fractal geometry.

Crop circles provide information to Earth. Those who see these circles can understand the informationwhen they realize that everything can be divided into fractal junctures or symbols. What is the benefit of knowing this? The benefit is knowing that thereis a structural perceptual technique that is the basis of this reality.

Scientists are often plagued by how to explain that the solidness of objects is an illusion. For example, a table is made up of billions of molecules that cannot be seen by the naked eye. Your physical body is made up of billions of neurons, axons, and amoeba-like cells.

Someone on a deeper perceptual level would just see you as a mass ball of energy, or a luminous ball of light. The human body is inside the aura, so your true energy field surrounds your physical body. There is also a secondary energy field inside your physical body. What makes this all appear solid is explained by the principles of holographic and multidimensional fractal geometry.

One difficulty in repairing the planet and your aura is that the multidimensional fractal images of both are not readily apparent. You do not see the planet or people this way, the way Picasso did when he painted the subjects in fractals.

The fractal imagery, especially in crop circles, points out the symbols and concept of unity. One piece out of place can create an imbalance that upsets and concept of unity. One piece out of place can create an imbalance that upsets the unifying energy field.

Crop circles fit together perfectly, like an infinite puzzle that is pains takingly solved. And while you might wonder at how it all came together, it is but a reflection of this reality and of holographic energy andlight.

Circles and triangles are important images when considering holographic energy. There are many visualizations and explanations that use them. The top points of triangles represent the consciousness, and everything below that is the subconscious or unconscious. Just as the majority of an iceberg is hidden underwater, you only see a portion of yourself in this lifetime.

Blessings to you as you all move toward expanded consciousness and begin to see yourselves in your totality, which is represented by a circle.

The circle represents the interaction of the past, present, and future. If you can accept that expanded view of yourself, then you can realize that you will ascend. Then you know that you will be an ascended master in the future. In holographic healing, we also access the images of the past, the images that represent those experiences. Some of those images are traumatic. Some are based on lower consciousness."

"The noosphere continually updates itself, putting all the pieces together into unity. The noosphere must always work for unity to integrate All There Is. Part of the healing for Earth and for you focuses on unifying your past, present, andfuture. It can be difficult to unify the past if it is traumatic or disassociated from your present.This principle also applies on a planetary basis. It has been said that humanity is a relatively young species that is not far from its primitive nature. We all agree with that, especially when we see how the current cosmic Earth drama is playing out with wars and terrible conflicts. Holographic healing focuses on healing andunifying the past traumas on Earth. Now, Earth has experienced so many past unifying the past traumas on Earth. Now, Earth has experienced so many past traumas that it would take centuries to release them.

Genocides, holocausts,nuclear bombs, and destructive wars are examples of traumatic events Earth has experienced. Earth has experienced trauma in the past — for example, in the 1940s and’50s during above ground nuclear testing and the later high detonation of nuclear bombs in the atmosphere that greatly affected the etheric energy field of Earth.This means that part of your Biorelativity work needs to be about repairing the planet’s trauma.

The same principle also applies to your personal healing. Your past traumas and memories block you from healing and going into total unity. Intellectually, everyone is likely to embrace unity consciousness and the unified energy field theory that we are all one, yet when we question why everyone isn’t working in unity, we see that the reason is resistance. The nature of the resistance is always based on the fear of pain, which is part of human consciousness.

The human psyche seeks to protect itself from pain. What would cause the psyche to think of unity consciousness as painful? Look at the history of how social, political, and even religious leaders have used unity consciousness for personal gain. Think about the many possible experiences informer lifetimes when you were part of movements based on false unity consciousness.

False unity consciousness can be defined as an illusion of unity that only benefits the leader. This has occurred throughout Earth’s history in avariety of social and political experiments. Examples include fascism and Nazism. Your memories invoke hesitancy and fear, and I know that some of you had difficult past lives when you were misled and disillusioned by false promises of entering a unified energy field.

Earth has been looking for higher spiritual energies that will help her become unified. It might be difficult to grasp that a planet can be traumatized, but this is one of the reasons the guides and teachers put a healing energy for the past, present, and future around Earth. That energy is known as the ring of ascension. In holographic thinking, the past, present, and future interact. The past energy is still embedded in the lower-dimensional etheric fields of Earth. For example, some of the spirits of people who died during the destruction of World War II might be lost, confused, and unable to leave the denser layers of the fourth dimension that are more attached to Earth. These lower spirits that are still around are trying to greatly influence events now. This is just one example of lower spirits that negatively cohabitate with vulnerable people on Earth.Biorelativity is also involved in releasing Earth’s trauma, and holographichealing indicates that everything is moving toward a higher good, a higherresolution. In the future self of Earth, unity consciousness will exist in its purestform. In the future self of Earth, fifth-dimensional light will exist.

Masters and form. In the future self of Earth, fifth-dimensional light will exist. Masters and teachers will live on Earth, and it will be a new world based on higher principles. Future Earth will graduate from stage one of planetary development and enter stage two. Earth and its spiritual light mentors will learn to control earthquakes and storms and to balance the oceans so that they are less acidic. They will establish proper balance between the forests and the cities. Earth can easily support 8 billion people with the right balance. This balance will exist in the future of Earth, so we seek to bring those images to your consciousness."

(Connecting with the Arcturians 2)

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