#also put red eye for the ruler or death

[requinum]

just another day

[siren-of-fire]

Immortal stuck between the cycle of Death and Life

[a interesting journey of a little cursed immortal from being in hands of DEATH and next being devoted to LIFE]

An immortal being who is a interdimensional traveller and finds his immortality a curse rather than a blessing. You have lived enough years that you can't remember from a certain time back and just make new identities whenever it gets too much and when bored would instigate things on purpose. Would let himself be manipulated willingly if it makes his boredom less.

And then you arrive on a new Realm as the pirates. Part of a red faction whose entire mission is to have a kill each week and it can't be just a simple thing, it needs to be special and creative. Entire fate of your faction is already sealed, you didn't get a choice to be part of it and neither will you get a choice to depart. The faction exists in order for the other three factions to unite and fight against you.

Immediately greeted with hostility by the yellow you soon realise it's just you and one other person who will have to take that task of killing on your shoulder. That other person isn't up for killing but you want to survive so you go to the cathedral to make a deal with the devil himself. A deal with death to help you survive by killing, his goals align with something you need and that is the start of your path down into chaos.

With the help of this demon you survive each week. He gives you knowledge, gear and trains you to become stronger.

Ironic how death itself is willing to help you survive and cause more deaths of others. But he is still your saviour at the end of the day.

Then comes the first day of week of reckoning where you have to get a kill or your entire faction loses one life. Out of nowhere the Noble king of Yellow asks you to take his final life. A sacrifice of a Monarch to Red faction

You don't view Monarchy in high regard thanks to your past experiences and because you have seen the people working under a ruler be exploited. The first day of Yellow harassing also didn't help that view change but then suddenly the King itself sacrifices his life……that was a moment that changed Mocha’s view about the Foolish. He still disliked Yellow but not the King. He wasn't fond of monarchies and Kings but the totem god of life changed that view a little for sure.

And it was also Mocha's first kill that was the begining of his eyes turning red and his path down to more bloodshed on his hands.

Later down the line Foolish is also one of the people who even wanted to figure out some sort of way to help the Red faction but it did not work out because the kill needed to be intentional. But the King did understand that red needed to be killers to survive even if others in his faction didn't and called Mocha a serial killer as if a part of it wasn't just for surviving.

And then comes a moment where this immortal cursed being starts challenging a certain Clown. Their are so many reasons to picking a fight against this Clown maybe it's to prove something to him, maybe it is about taking that revenge of day 1 or maybe it about proving you are strong and want to be respected. Either way you already know the outcome of this fight you pick and you know you are gonna die but being a Immortal death is the last thing you care or are scared about.

Even before the fight happens you are more worried about being made fun of rather than dying and losing everything you have worked hard for. You also know after dying you won't come back.

It becomes painfully obvious this being seeks death. You walk into that fight fully knowing you are gonna lose, your allies don't want to lose you, you know your faction is gonna die without you and you know there's nothing to gain in this fight and only losses for you.

SELFISH OF YOU, that's the best way to put it

But was it selfish of you when you pushed a Pangolin away because you cared about him and didn't want him to get hurt because you knew your own actions could cause harm to this other person. You would rather see him feel the hurt of you pushing him away then seeing him get hurt because of you. Is that selfish?

SELFISH but hasn't this life been selfish to you since day 1?

Not given a choice to be part of something,

Harassed by Yellow when you hadn't even done anything,

You didn't get to leave that faction even if you wanted to,

Had to pick up that mantle of faction weekly task,

You never got help from the faction mates when you were working hard to keep them alive,

Carrying blood on your hands and making your faction survive when most of them didn't even appreciate it,

People who were never invited to watch the fight forcing you to arrive early when the fight wasn't even something they were ever part of,

No one other then your faction worrying that without you the everyone in red would die,

Your entire living is selfish thanks to this immortality of yours which you wanna escape from…

So no seeking death isn't selfish when your entire existence and life on this Realm has been selfish and doomed since the start (The Keepers called red faction a mistake)

This walk to death, This dance with Clown was the one thing Mocha himself wanted, One thing that was about himself , The one time where the worry about his faction and others didn't matter and he did work hard to get this fight (even using Ros to instigate Clown) and prepared day and night for this [quite literally ccPili doing potions even in fever and Christmas and alot less sleep lmao] just so he could prove he was strong and give Clown a fight he remembers and prove he is worthy opponent..

A part of it was to gain respect but there were two people who did give that to him and believed in him until the very end.

Selfish of you to walk in a fight that is making you lose everything, selfish of you to pick up the mantle of red when nobody else did and selfish to try and survive and finish weekly faction tasks just like every other faction does but unlike others you are named the "Serial Killer” when other then killing Ros all your kills were for faction or instigated by other first (aka Tubbo fight near the king's bridge)

"I owe everything to you Bad" - Mocha

You would have not survived even the first week if it wasn't for this deathly being. Ironic how this devilish angel of death saved you and helped you in causing deaths (maybe it was to help you or maybe it also aligned with something he also wanted or a mix of both). Either way this other ancient immortal being was your saviour, and someone who was a mentor and close friend and family. He was the strong figure in Mocha's life who he trusted was strong enough and didn't push him away.

He was the strong pillar in Mocha's life who he owed everything to, ironic how death itself being a saviour to him. Bad gained nothing out of helping Mocha but he still did it that and yes it did also work to his advantage.

Mocha did want to live and was constantly worried about faction tasks until they were finished. He did care about surviving, even clinged to his last life for a very long time. Until he started seeking death and became more and more obsessive and chaotic.

When Mocha seeked death and all this while Death had been standing right by his side since the very beginning, helping him, protecting him and even stood next to Mocha and walked to the nether arena with him, giving him instructions the whole while he was getting closer and closer to getting lost forever.

And after the fight was over and Mocha was gone he wished he had prepared him more and checked his inventory before the fight.

"Pili and Pangi are like my family"

"Pili i am so proud of you”

"Your life was worth 7 lifes"

- Tr!Bad

"Bad and Pangi were my closest allies and like a family to me" - Mocha

And then comes the journey of Realms Eternal Crying Cat:-

You are a mayor of a snow town and was kidnapped from your home to this very different place you know nothing about and among these strangers who are calling you by your name and look at you like they know you and accuse you of things like amnesia when you are perfectly fine and have all your memories.

"Pili you should be less harsh with your words" WHY? Strangers telling you to be less harsh when you are simply just denying that you are not related in any way to the old cat they knew. There is no lie in that statement.

A certain someone telling you to be friends with him immediately and a certain someone else telling you that "you are not my Pili" and all this while your only goal is to find a way back home and not form attachments and they get annoyed when you simply just follow those two things. Others don't understand you so why do they expect the same?

And then there is this Totem god of life who immediately accepted you as a different and separate being from the old cat that once walked this Realm. He treats you kindly and does not use harsh names like Pili 1 and Pili 2. He is also the only person who doesn't relate you in any way shape or form to Mocha. It's almost as if he understands how life works. You are Pili 5 apples tall (a name Foolish gave him when they met on the day of end fight on the king's bridge)

You make a white room to test who you can trust on the Realm. There are simply two rules-you are only allowed to enter the room with no armour or weapons. The Totem walks without thinking twice.

(The paranoid angelic demon thinks twice before deciding but he also enters the white room in the end.)

And then the King does something no one else has seemingly even done and tried doing, HELPING YOU FIND A WAY BACK HOME.

The god of life calls the keepers to find a way back to your snowy town and even though it results in a bit of disappointment, that is still the most far someone has gone out to help you achieve that goal of going back home for you.

And the next couple of moments later you see him die in front of your very eyes, this is not only your first death you witnessed on the Realm but you also are not able to help stop it. You are dissociating in the white room and dealing with all other chaos happening and then you are killed. And then you kills yourself again through a beautiful purple crystal.

You decide to go to this Totem King and offer him your last life. You add with it an offer to join yellow and give your life because you know Mocha in the past had taken his life so you want to give him yours in return. He refuses saying you don't need to pay back for anything that part version of you did because you are different and also refuses to do it for any other reason unless you are simply looking for a reset. You agree and let him take your life.

You like your death to be a special occasion and only give others the pleasure of killing you when it's a special occasion or they are a special person to you. Foolish was the only one who did understand your need to be looked at as your own person and he gave you exactly that from day 1 on the end fight.

And then the god of life disagrees with everyone else who is still very untrusting of you and fully believes you are a different person from old Mocha. He even goes against words of his royal architect and smith father who are both a little untrusting of you due to Mocha's actions in the past. The King makes a decision as the ruler and you become part of his faction. He gives you a CHANCE to see where this decision of his will lead.

“its like having a family again”

“king I am gonna make sure I never let you down and will make you proud” - Pili

“I think I would like to give Pili 5 apples tall a chance a home. Since coming back he has been purple and been basically told by everyone- "I hate you, i liked the old Pili more" and you know its kind of been a lonely world out there for him. So I just think it would be nice to give him a chance and I would still like to prove that this is not the same Pili, this a completely different Pili and any actions of the different Pili should not be held against this Pili” - Foolish

He knows it can be risky but he still wishes to see where your addition to the kingdom will lead before harbouring any doubts towards you. Willing to always take a gamble this king and see where it will lead (a commen immortal trait to have)

You talk with King every time he is around. He gives you good advice- tells you to get strong but also be in control, to try and stop the cycle of back and forth you have got going on (Foolish was also one of the reason Pili simply handed Pedro back to Pangi) and has always got your back.

You trust him and he is the first person you confide in once the words of others about you having corruption and being the Mocha start getting to you (said by Beky and Pangi to Pili, at first he ignored it but later it did start getting to him)

The king simply tells you to stop believing in what others say about you to let those people “Royally fuck off”

You trust him with all of your secrets and thoughts. You are as transparent as you can be to him and promise to be loyal and fully mean those words (Foolish was the only person who knew entire truth about how the conflict between Pili and Pangi went. Pili confessed everything to him without leaving out any details or being biased in his words)

“you are one of the only people I trust in this place” - Pili

Over time you try your best to be helpful to the kingdom. You want to grow strong for them. From collecting flowers for the royal architect to being honest about everything with the King to also being there when Sneeg reached nirvana and helping him with the potions in the end. You contribute as much as you can.

The kingdom members also start trusting you from Ros protecting you when you felt unsafe in the throne room to Sneeg coming to help out when green stormed the castle or when you were unfairly murdered for no reason even though you didn't want the death to happen.

Soon even Ros starts opening up to you, talking about her feelings towards green and it seems like you are starting to get along with everyone in the kingdom.

“I feel like I have found a family”

“I am on the right side of history for once”

- Pili

A stage of Pili reconsidering if he should leave yellow so his conflict with Pangi wouldn't affect the kingdom also comes. He is happy in the Kingdom and likes being part of it but also doens't want anyone from Kingdom to suffer the consequences if his actions. That one classic move he is known to do, pushing people away so they wouldn't suffer because of him (this straight of his character both stems from being attachment avoidant and definitely has some undertones of being a independent individual).

And then comes the Royal Ball 2, an event that is supposed to be entirely to fix Ros’s time sickness. You, the King and Ros spend alot of time building for it and finally after hours finish all the work.

Then you accidentally die a hour before the party begins but Ros trades her time for you to come back and attend the event. Same Ros who once doubted you joining yellow and was not the most happy with that decision of the king.

And when you are having the best day ever you are killed in the middle of the room and the consequences of that are felt by the entire faction. Sneeg starts hunting down your murderer (maybe it's because a rule is broken but he is also frustrated it's always you getting killed over and over again) and Ros is caught in the crossfire.

The King asks the Keepers to trade two of his lives, one for the heart of yellow, the Royal architect Roscumber and another for you, Sir Pili of DTown. A life for PILI!

For Ros its expected since she was a lot high level player and Foolish finds giving one of his lifes to her so she could survive much more important but Pili...he doesn't need to do that for him since he was reset and at 0 already...but he still asks the keepers to do it. But sadly it doens't go his way.

“Pili has been one of the loyalest member of our kingdom” - Foolish

“After I showed up here Foolish is literally the only person who treats me with kindness and still defends me and thinks I am my own person and i should be treated like my own person”

- Pili

And that's where his journey ends.

Just a rough analysis and writing thoughts down of parallels some between Mocha and Pili. Mocha was best understood by Bad out of everyone else on the Realm. He knew Mocha had to kill and he wanted to survive and needed to do that. Bad has nothing to gain with helping red and he wasn't even a fan of red to begin with but Mocha was someone he was close to and he still misses that companionship. Also one of the reasons why he could never get along with Pili 2. He was different but also acted similarly but he still wasn't his Mocha.

On the other side we have Foolish whose faction suffered the most because of Mocha still immediately understood Pili 2’s situation and treated him like his own person since the start and later down the line even was willing to give a chance to him and let him join yellow. Even going against what the heart of the kingdom Ros wanted. It was a Kingly decision made solely by him and he was a right. Pili 2 was loyal to yellow. And let's not forget the three times Pili calling him older brother figure.

There is definitely something poetic in both those journeys. Mocha survived and tried to live and this death immortal helping him achieve that (he could have chosen not to help and the red faction would have not survived). He was someone Mocha owed his life to and wasn't mad when Bad accidentally took one of it. Mocha didn't push him away because he knew he could trust Bad, he wouldn't get hurt, he was a strong person in his eyes. He quite literally had a big part in Mocha's life from becoming what he did and even till the very end. Bad didn't care about the red faction but he cared about Mocha, and helping red did work in his favour since later down the line he got some red members in green.

“Pili 1 was the arbitrator of red faction” - Bad

Foolish was a very large part of Pili 2’s life. I genuinely sometimes sit down and think what would have happened if he hadn't been compassionate and open with him. He was the one person who always had Pili's back in his own way even going against what everyone was saying. He believed what Pili told him and was willing to take the risk and see where the road leads to and show he was right about trusting Pili, he was different from Mocha. This totem was the only person who treated him fairly and Pili also in return never took advantage of it, simply followed him. A strong pillar in Pili 2’s life. If it wasn't for this immortal inviting him to be part of his kingdom this little cursed immortal would have been very chaotic since even his will to go home had been broken by them.

A CHANCE, that's what Bad and Foolish both gave Mocha & Pili, and in the end neither of them regrets doing that risky gamble. It worked in their favour but also became emotionally closer and attached to this cursed Immortal.

And that's where the tale ends for now. A little cursed immortal quite literally stuck in a cycle of life and death finding ways to escape it. From being drawn to people who have a death aura surrounding them but also at the same time having that little will to live and live those happy moments at times (even if it comes at the expense of him getting manipulated or dying).

In the end Death is still clinging to the memories and Life is moving on like it always does. Wonder what the new storm Pili 3 will bring.

[f1version]

ONCE UPON A DECEMBER ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ CS55

pairing: prince!Carlos Sainz Jr. x princess!reader ( she/her )

summary: Once upon a December, be loved by Carlos was something your heart used to know.

warnings/info: royalty au — not in the present, angst, fluff, non explicit character death (you don’t see it happen), fighting, revenge, reader is 20 and Carlos is 22. also lewis and lando are extras in this, charles is mentioned.

word count: 1.2k

note: literally how did we get here. this was supposed to be holiday-themed, but i guess is just winter-themed, kind of. In my defense, the story starts on the 25th and mainly happens in December. I couldn't resist, this song just transported me to another reality.

i was deeply inspired by the song: once upon a december by christy altomare. i listened it for as long as it took me to write this. enjoy!!!

snowglobe, a holiday special

You stood by the window, red dress covering the high heels on your feet. Almost eight minutes had passed since you asked to be left alone in your chamber. You are anxious; a small part of you is afraid of the royals in the ballroom, which is why the golden band on your finger is twirled over and over again. It's calming. Fourteen days ago, there was a red diamond surrounded by white. Fourteen days since those lovely days in early December, warm brown eyes shimmering as your world watched you walk down the aisle.

You smile. Loving Carlos is past, present, and future now, wrapped in his arms for an eternity. 

“Mi amor,” a deep voice reverberates around the room; it’s not foreign, yet you give a small jump out of your feet, caught off guard. You turn around, and Carlos is standing before you in a black suit, adorned with medals and a sash wrapped around his figure. He gifts you that blinding smile of his as tender fingers reach your hand, prompting you to twirl for him. “You look beautiful." There’s a pause. “I don’t believe there are enough words to let you know.”

“Thank you, mi vida,” you smile. “So do you.”

Hands travel to your waist, holding you close. His fingertips slide down the red fabric, roaming your corset as he leans down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. “Are you ready?” He asks, “It’s almost time to greet our guests.”

“I am ready,” you answer, looking down, verifying your theory that Carlos doesn't have shoes on. “Though you don’t seem so ready, Carlitos.”

“Pequeños detalles, mi amor,” Small details, my love, he teases, and you laugh, “It’s snowing, did you see?” He changes topics, holding your waist firm as he turns you around, avoiding any small incidents. “White Christmas for us.”

You had barely noticed, too focused on remembering. The gardens, kingdom, and beyond are covered by a thin layer of snow, the sun glimmering over them. “It’s beautiful”

“It is,” he mutters, walking forward so his chest is pressed against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Almost as beautiful as you, mi princesa,” he plants two kisses down your neck. “Soon to be Queen."

You giggle, never been happier. Having Carlos by your side, giving you all the love one could wish for—the love that you deserve—is calming, so for the first time in months, you allow yourself to think about turning 21 early next year, the crown falling over your head as the rightful ruler of this land, Carlos by your side as Prince. It isn’t as nerve-wracking as it used to be.

You turn around, lips looking for his and falling in perfect rhythm. “I love you.” 

“I love you more.” 

You’re home building in the eyes of the others when there's a knock on the door, and as permission is given, Ms. Danielle appears. “Excuse me, Your Majesties, it’s time for your entrance."

“Oh god, Carlos, please go put on your shoes!" you exclaim, pushing him slightly. Carlos laughs, sneaking a small kiss on your lips before running away. “Thank you, Danielle."

One blink of a memory takes you down the stairs, the dim glow of the ballroom wraps around people you know and soon will. You and Carlos have parted ways to create small talk with said people; he's across the room, laughing at one of the awful jokes the Prince of Monaco loves to tell. Around you, there’s a group of kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, lines of royal blood enchanted by your presence, questions and anecdotes, laughter, and gossip taking your attention.

A firm grip on your arm turns you around, and now Sir Lewis Hamilton, Head of Army, is in your line of vision. You smile, except unsettling eyes meet yours, and suddenly, if you remember well, laughter fades into screams. People you know, will know, and could’ve known run frightened. You are under attack, and soldiers start defending. Carlos is screaming, giving them orders. He's helping people get to safety, but nobody is giving it to him. 

You want to run towards him, but you are ushered away. You can’t see him any longer; the hands keeping you safe are not the same as they used to be. And you try to leave the safe room, knowing you are trained to fight for it, but they don't let you. They don't let you fall by his side.

Memories fade, jump, and dance. You’re in a meeting room, tension is building up as seconds prance through time. Sir Lewis is defending a point. You feel anger strangling your body. “You must have kept him safe!”

“They took him way before we could reach him, Your Majesty,” he argues.

“How?” You scream. “Do we not have enough people? Where were those who swore to protect his head?”

“They were defending, protecting, or dead before we noticed,” he defends. “Carlos was focused on protecting the people too.”

“I do not care.” You feel lightheaded, fury arrogating your body. “He must have been moved to the saferoom with me.”

“You are more valuable than he was."

“He was soon to be your prince!”

“And you are our future queen,” he shouts back.

Silence falls over the room, and you've never hated your future title so much. You feel eager for it, yes, but not for the right reasons.

“I wish for you to look me in the eye and repeat all of it, Lewis,” you say. He stands still, dropping his tense shoulders, and doesn't say anything. You walk closer, eyes buried in his, searching for malice—there’s none; they’re grieving. “Know your place, Lewis.”

He nods. “My apologies, Your Majesty.”

“I want you to find him,” You demand, not breaking eye contact, “No matter what you must do or how much time passes, I want the man who killed Carlos gone.”

There’s a sudden hunger in his eyes as he nods, leaving the place. You turn around, but you’re no longer in the meeting room. Scaping the sea of memories, you face your reality.

You stand by the window, red dress covering the high heels on your feet, patiently waiting for the right person to enter the room. There’s no anxiety in it; there’s anticipation—the golden band twirling around your finger over and over again.

It’s a beautiful snow day. Fourteen years ago, you were standing right here, mid-December, with a pair of brown eyes loving you, caressing you, and not having enough words to describe you. That type of love is barely a memory, buried six feet below his statue in the gardens he so dearly loved.

There’s a knock on the door. “Your Majesty?"

“Yes, Lando?"

“Sir Lewis is back; no severe injuries,” the boy announces. You hum, already knowing his next announcement: “He’s dead.”

You smile, looking down at your ring. “Thank you, Lando. Get back to your duties now.”

And as the curly-haired leaves, you wonder if this is what revenge feels like. Cold loneliness with a sense of fulfillment. There’s a crown heavy on your head with a target on it, but you are not bothered enough to care about it. Long ago, you could have held mercy over the man terrorizing kingdoms around you, fought until his defeat, but now feelings as such are things your heart used to know.

Your faint memories of Carlos lie in rest, avenged on a white December morning.

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[soursweetnessofmind]

Hi there. I love anything Clexa. How about a misunderstanding or fight. (Bonus points for lots of angst 🫣)

I'll be waiting for you

Youth is unripe and terribly sweet. It’s an unforgiving hurricane that either sweeps aside or devours anything it might encounter; it’s the beginning of something new, exciting, and emotional. But it is also the death of a past, of comfort and childhood, and of a lot of rulers one thought governed the world around them. Sometimes there are too many thoughts in your head and too many emotions in your heart for you to be able to put everything into words; sometimes you’re just caught red-handed, and there’s no amount of wishing to go back that actually feels enough to describe the pitying void inside you, weakening your legs and stinging your eyes, and FUCK.

Lexa really wishes she saw this coming.

But she didn’t. And now, as she runs through the streets towards the Griffin residence, she knows she’ll pay the price.

Her lungs burn, and there’s an ache spreading all over her body, but it’s not the exertion of the run; it's the remembrance of the haunted look in Clarke’s eyes. I didn’t know she would kiss me, Lexa tries to reason with herself, tries to think of what the hell she’ll say to Clarke after everything she saw at the diner. I didn’t know, I swear. She said she needed a friend; she said her father was being his shitty self again and she had no one else to talk to beside me. She didn’t want to open up about this to anyone else but me. If you saw everything, you saw I pushed her. You saw I didn't really kiss her. There’s no one else I want other than you. I’m so fucking sorry.

The house looms on the horizon, and the gods might’ve started to take pity on Lexa because, thankfully, there’s only Clarke’s baby blue car sloppily packed in the driveway, which means Lexa’s guess is right and she did come home instead of running to Raven’s, where Lexa would probably get shot at by Clarke’s best friend before getting any words out. Having this conversation in front of Ms. Griffin also feels unfathomable, so yeah, things are really starting to smile at Lexa right now.

Hopefully, Clarke will too. soon.

She almost slams herself against the front door to knock, not really slowing down as much as she thought she would. Taking lungfuls of breaths, she knocks again, almost as strongly. “Clarke!” she shouts. “Please, baby. Talk to me. Please please, please.” no answer. She knocks again. “I know you’re there, Clarke. Let me explain, please.” Still no answer.

Her phone buzzes.

Anya: dued what the fuckkkkkk

Anya: lexa

Anya: what

Anya: the

Anya: fuck

Anya: im gonna wait for you at home.

Anya: GO HOME.

Anya: NOW.

Anya: RAVEN WILL GET OCTAVIA AND SOON THEY’LL BE MARCHING FOR YOUR HEAD DOWN THE STREETS.

Anya: also please. for the love of god.

Anya: STEER AWAY FROM HER HOUSE

Anya: DO NOT GO TO CLARKE’S HOUSE RIGHT NOW.

Anya: if i have to rescue your remains from the griffins backyard im gonna be really pissed at you when we meet again in the afterlife. im waiting for you. go home. we r gonna talk and figure this out. i know something is wrong. ik you wouldnt do this to her.

Costia: I’m sorry

Costia: I don’t know what came over me

Costia: i just miss you.

Costia: a lot.

Costia: and im still sorry for what i did and for the harm i’ve cause. but if things don’t end up well w griffin, please know you can still come to me

Costia: maybe we can try again

Costia: god that’s so fucked up, right? im so sorry lexa. forget everything. thanks for today. i miss you. please talk to me again when you can xx.

What the fuck?

Breathing still labored, Lexa shoves her phone in her pocket as she rounds the house. There’s an enormous tree by its side, a tree Lexa is familiar enough with its branches and leaves not to hesitate or slow down as she starts to climb it. The strongest branch is close to Clarke’s window for her to make an entrance without much fuss. It’s only when she steps inside, that the girl in lying facing down on her bed notices her presence.

Clarke looks like a wild thing right now. Blonde curls mussed, rimmed wet eyes, and a flushed face that’s beginning to swell. She looks terribly beautiful like this, which is very unfair right now in Lexa’s opinion, and it’s not really helping her calm her racing heart or come up with anything to say to the girl. Her girl.

Lexa takes one step, and Clarke backs off, like a caged animal.

“Baby-”

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me,” Clarke cries. “Why are you here? Get back to your date.”

“It wasn’t a date!” Lexa cries, fear and anxiety pumping her heart. “We were just talking.”

“She kissed you, Lexa.”

“But I didn't kiss her!” Lexa gets closer; now Clarke’s just an arm’s length away. “We were just talking, and she kissed me. I didn’t know she’d do that, Clarke. I didn’t want it. I swear to you.”

Fresh tears gather in Clarke’s eyes. “You lied to me,” she whispers, sounding so small and so broken it’s hard for Lexa to control her own emotions. “You said you were helping Anya, but instead I caught you kissing your ex in a diner, Lexa. You told me you and Costia didn’t speak anymore. You told me you were at Anya’s.” Frustration is starting to slip through Clarke’s tone, and now, instead of utterly sad, she looks awfully mad too.

When Lexa doesn’t respond, Clarke squints her eyes. “Well, didn’t you want to talk? Why did you lie to me, Lexa?” When again the blonde is met with silence, her patience starts to run thin. “Say something!” she cries.

I thought I could do both. I thought I could be a friend to Costia and still get back and be yours, hold you to me. I didn’t say anything because if I did, I knew you would be upset. I knew the next time Bellamy or Niylah or anybody else that has feelings for you called for a friendly outing, you would go too. I fucked up first because I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of this. But now, as I look at you like this, I feel like the dumbest loser on earth. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa gulps and keeps her mouth shut. Nothing else feels good enough to be said now; everything swirling around in her brain is either too honest or too stupid to be said out loud. Neither the truth nor a lie feels good enough to Clarke. “She said she needed a friend; her father can be a real asshole most of the time. I- I thought that was all she wanted, a friendly shoulder to cry on.”

Clarke huffs. “I told you she still had feelings for you.”

(They’re lying together against the soft grass of the backyard, flushed from the proximity and all the alcohol consumed. They keep kissing and holding each other close, and honestly, Lexa has never felt more loved than right now. There’s no grand gesture of romance, just the softness of Clarke’s fingertips as they contour her face and the way her eyes shine bright when looking at Lexa.

“I just think she likes you,” Clarke says, while making a face. “I believe in you. But I don’t think the same applies to her. She’s still into you. It’s in the way she looks at you and in how she talks when I'm around.” A hand comes to her face. “I feel so stupid saying this; maybe it's stupid, right? I-"

“I don’t think it’s stupid.” Lexa says softly, reaching for the hand Clarke used to cover her eyes. “Costia and I were good friends before we started to date, and honestly, now I see that’s what we should’ve remained. Friends. That’s all I see her as now.” Lexa brought their faces closer. “I’m into somebody else, if you couldn’t tell")

Before Lexa can answer, a loud knock comes from Clarke’s bedroom door. “Princess?” Bellamy asks softly.

Lexa huffs a humorless laugh. “ Of course.” How did he even got into the house?

Clarke merely squints her eyes at her but replies to Bellamy nonetheless. “Bel, not now.”

“Look, Clarke, I-”

“Are you deaf or something? She said not now. Piss off, Blake.” Lexa says before she can help herself.

“What’s wrong with you?” Clarke asks, outraged. “You can’t talk to him like that. He’s not in the wrong here.”

“I just think it’s funny he’s the first to come running to your feet the moment he discovers something has gone wrong between us.” Lexa spits.

Clarke clenches her teeth. “He’s my friend, you know that.”

“Oh yes, I know. And I bet he can’t wait to give you a real nice shoulder to cry on as soon as I am out of the picture.”

“Oh, like you did to Costia?” Clarke asks, a new type of venom dripping from her mouth, “Is that what you are afraid of? That I’ll wait for when you’re not around to kiss him?”

Lexa feels her chest constrict at that mental image. “That’s not what happened!”

“Then you’ve nothing to worry about!”

“What else do you want from me?” Lexa cries. “I told you what happened. I didn’t want her to kiss me, but she did anyway. What else do you want me to do? Go back in time and prevent myself from seeing her in the first place?”

“I want you to be honest with me!” Clarke almost shouts, more tears dampening her cheeks. “You lied to me! You say you’re sorry, but that doesn’t change the fact that you lied to me. We’ve been talking the whole day, and you’ve been saying again and again you were with Anya helping her with the car stuff.” Lexa suddenly realizes the warm feeling on her face is her own tears painting her cheeks.

Clarke closes her eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths, trying her best to calm herself. She feels like her heart might be somewhere closer to her feet, broken and bleeding and as empty as it was when she saw Finn kissing another girl that damned night. When she opens it, the blue Lexa likes so much is empty and cold. “I’m not gonna be played again.”

“I’m not Finn.” Lexa answers firmly.

“You’re certainly acting like him, though.”

Ouch. Silence stretches between them, and Lexa can’t help but feel like Clarke is slipping through her fingers. The only sound in the room is Clarke’s labored breath.

“Just… get out of my house, please.” She says without looking at Lexa. “Please.”

“No, no, Clarke.” In three quick steps, Lexa gets closer. Almost touching but not daring to. “I'm sorry. Let's talk. We can sort this out.”

Their faces are so close they can almost taste their shared breaths, and it takes Clarke an amount of strength she didn’t know she possessed not to kiss Lexa right in that moment. Her eyes are so green and her lips so deliciously swollen, but she lied. This is what keeps playing in Clarke's mind as she keeps looking at the girl in front of her. She lied, and she was kissing somebody else. And all this could've been avoided if she hadn't lied. She lied to me just like Finn did.

“Give me another chance,” Lexa suddenly blurts out, feeling stupider than ever before, “Please, let’s just-”

“Get out of my house.” Clarke responds softly. “Please. I don’t wanna look at you right now. I can't do this anymore.”

“Baby, please.”

“Piss off, Woods!” Comes from the other side of the door, and only now Lexa realizes Bellamy has been listening to the whole exchange.

“Bellamy!” Clarke reprimands.

Lexa takes a deep breath, tries to remember he's not the point here, and it's not worth it. “We're gonna talk. Later.” She says, and Clarke raises an eyebrow.

“And that's up to you to decide?”

“No, it 's not. But I'm gonna be waiting for you. As long as it takes. When you finally wanna talk again, I'll be waiting.” Lexa chances a caress to Clarke's face and can't help the spark of hope that shoots inside of her when Clarke doesn't back away from the fingertips tracing her cheeks. “You mean more to me than your stupid friend or this stupid fight. You're everything and more. I'm not Finn, and I'm not letting things between us end like this.”

Clarke halts her movements and holds her wrist. “Lexa. Get. Out.”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

twisted as fuck last unicorn chaggie au!!! WAIT LISTEN NO

the tip shard of Vaggie's broken horn got lodged in her eye socket and she pulled it out later to make her spear,

she swears herself as knight to Charlie the magician princess of an imprisoned kingdom made of up cast outs and criminals whose king stays locked up and miserable all the time and won't teach her real magic bc its not safe

Charlie hates unicorns bc her dad is obsessed with them

and also every year they come rushing out of the ocean to stampede the kingdom killing thousands but to everyone other than Charlie it just looks like a tidal wave

Lucifer keeps them both locked up in the castle while the flood of unicorns breaks around them

and while he sadly watches them go back to the sea Charlie is slipping outside trying to help people in the aftermath

One year she saw a lingering unicorn tramping something on the foggy beach

she asked her magic to do whatever it could to save whoever the unicorn was about to kill

Apparently it worked bc the unicorn left off and Charlie found Vaggie bleeding on the beach CLEARLY having been attacked by a unicorn- her eye's been gouged out and there's a starburst burn on her forehead that definitely isn't where a horn used to be

Same set up as canon, unicorn Vaggie couldn't bring herself to impale a kid and unicorn Lute took her eye and trampled her before unicorn Adam broke her horn and kicked MOST of the pieces into the sea

Then Charlie's spell turned her human, a fate worse than death as far as Lute is concerned

Now Vaggie is human and kinda mortal and in love

she helps Charlie put together traveling carnival show to inspire and recruit hazbins-

Charlie is CONVINCED the people here can reform and go back to happy outside society (not asking what kind of happy society or rulers are okay with yearly mass murder) she just has to show them and EVERYONE ELSE that this is true via a cheap magic trick show with songs and dances.

B plot is Vaggie trying to find the scattered shards of her horn

but of course each of Charlie's hazbins happed to find one of the pieces instead so now Vaggie has the annoying task of getting close enough to them to get the shards back.

Only the horn of a unicorn can harm or kill a unicorn.

magic is fading from the world bc the unicorns got fed up with people hunting unicorns so they did some wholescale murder and then promised not to again if the kingdoms agreed to throw all their criminals and outcasts into this one place where the unicorns could take their vengeance out on them each year

lucifer is of course a former unicorn who broke and shared his horn with Lilith

she used her resulting magical powers to help him turn human which the other unicorns were horrified by, now a magic is being shared with humans who aren't pure enough to deserve it and blah blah lock them both up with the other "bad people"

Charlie's in born magic is wild and does whatever usually in both a silly and dangerous way

secretly a unicorn Vaggie uses her spear / horn tip to nullify counter the worst of the wild magic without being caught at it so Charlie can do more good with her magic than harm

Charlie really good at juggling and slight of hand though bc that's safer and can bring people almost as much joy as actual magic

the hazbins being unknowingly protected by Vaggie's horn shards and proud Charlie thinking her magic is being nice to her friends or might actually be finally coming under her control while Vaggie sweats guiltily in the background

blah blah unicorn attack Vaggie unicorn reveal slight Charlie identity crisis

Blah blah blah Charlie's mom Lilith ran off with the shards of Lucifer's horn to go figure out how to make The Red Bull from it and use the bull to kill the unicorns or drive them away with their fear of death

past Charlie might ALMOST have been onboard with this before she found out her girlfriend is a unicorn, meaning unicorns can change and aren't all eternal murder jerks

hazbins give Vaggie back her horn shards so she can undo Charlie's magic turn unicorn again and fend off Lute

BUUUUTT now the red bull is after Vaggie too and Charlie can't get her magic to change Vaggie again so Charlie runs between them trying to save her

Charlie dead in Lilith's arms for a whole minute while Vaggie fights the red bull

something something magic Charlie lives but she's merged with the red bull now so it's trapped in her but also leaking out sometimes and its made from the blood of all the ppl the unicorns slaughtered that one time so its literally bloodlust incarnate and that's fun

Lucifer is horrified, he knew what Vaggie was this whole time and was planning on using Vaggie's pieced together horn to let CHARLIE embrace her unicorn heritage

instead now Charlie's got two bloody horns and a hunger for unicorn blood which is both awkward bc of the unicorn gf and also a lot easier to deal with bc Vaggie is fine with her demon bull gf biting her now and then no biggy

ummm huh so this might also be a vampire chaggie au???

KeeKee is a talking cat bc of Charlie's wild magic and i think she should also have the eyepatch and be a pirate. Arrrrgh!

[098-lxxon]

I gave Daisuke a cockroach friend

Content warning : Cockroach (of course), Bad English, Pretty graphics (?), Circle of life, Misgendering a cockroach at first, Jimmy mentioned, Daisuke's death.

[ Yes. My oc is a cockroach. ]

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" . . . "

Daisuke sat on his bed after the first day on the ship, sighing heavily. The dreads of being in the middle of space on a ship full of strangers caused him to almost cry multiple times.

*Wiggle wiggle*

" ? "

A cockroach?

Daisuke stared at the cockroach. It's antennae moving side to side. Somehow, he felt its curiosity as it crawled to him.

" Oh hi, little man . . . How did you survive the launch? "

If Anya or Jimmy walked in, seeing him holding a cockroach in his hands, they would be screaming on the top of their lungs. But Daisuke couldn't care much.

Sometimes he associates himself with bugs and pests. Undesirable. Some of them may even be serving no purpose to the environment.

Daisuke held the cockroach in his hands gently, getting up and giving it a room tour.

" Here, this is my bed . . . and my table . . . this is the . . . wardrobe . . . "

*Wiggle*

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" And that's why I like WereGarurumon. "

*Wiggle wiggle*

" . . . "

After an hour of yapping to the cockroach, Daisuke realized he never introduced himself. And neither of them know each other's names.

" Do you have a name? "

*Wiggle*

" I mean, a human name? "

*Wiggle wiggle*

" . . . "

" Alright! Mr Wiggle it is then! "

" My name's Daisuke. It means big assistant, your know? "

" Maybe I'll teach you japanese sometimes if I feel like it. "

*Wiggle*

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" !!!!!!! "

Jimmy almost flipped the dinning table when he saw a cockroach climbing up his shoe. He got up, stepping back until his back was against the wall.

" What? What is it? "

Captain Curly asked, looking under the table. The others did the same.

" There's a fucking cockroach on this ship! "

" A cockroach!? "

Anya questioned the ship's sanitary right at the moment.

" How is it surviving in here? "

" I . . . also would like to know . . . "

Daisuke looked at Mr Wiggle wiggling away, pushing a piece of bread he gave him with his head. Then he quickly turned back to the scene.

" it's on the wall, Jim!! "

" !!!!!! "

And Pony Express said no entertainment.

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Daisuke doodles on his desk while Swansea goes out to fix stuff. He was assigned an exercise to do. And he has no idea how to do it

So he just kind of let it be, for now.

*Wiggle wiggle*

" ? "

Daisuke saw something wiggling at the corner of his eye. He looked at it and he found a cockroach.

A baby cockroach, to be exact.

Daisuke mind was blown. He quickly looks around to find his bug friend walking around with some more of his kids.

No, her kids.

" You're a girl! A mother! "

Daisuke exclaimed. He felt like a proud uncle for some reason. Now he knows why Mr Ms Wiggle always walking to the same direction every day. She was having all of these babies and she found a secure spot for her.

" . . . You have a purpose, . . . a great one. "

He smiled softly at the cockroaches. Then he uses his ruler to help put the baby cockroach off his desk and to Ms Wiggle.

Then they all wiggled away.

" Don't come for dinner today! I'll get some to you myself. "

This would send Jimmy into spasm for sure.

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Ms Wiggle made her way to the lobby with her nymphs when she senses something stronger than ever.

Cooked meat.

She lead her babies to somewhere she never gone to before. And she sees it.

His body lay cold on the mattress. Red hue stains his face and body, seeping through the white fabric beneath him.

The less mature insects crawled near the body, climbing up his limbs to his torso, making their way to his face. But their mother scolded them, calling them down before they could even reach his neck.

A subtle shift in antennae, a pulse of instinctual understanding passed between them, and the decision was made.

!

The mother took the first bite off of the hand which used to hold her when they first met. The rest quickly followed. But one of them is still hesitant.

The youngest one paused, uncertain, its tiny legs trembling as it recalled young man’s warmth, the hand that had gently guided it back to its mother. now, it will have to feed on the hand that helps it?

Ms Wiggle answered with a shift in her antennae. It was a soft, determined yes.

This is to honor you.

You gave us life when we needed it most.

This is the purpose you’ve fulfilled.

You're a real big assistant.

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[ Thank you for reading! ]

[gravityfallsthunderboltau]

Nick Scheuer Headcanons (GF OC) 1/?

Nick is 18 years old so 2 years older than Wendy but 4 years younger than Soos

(In my memory Soos is 22 and Wendy is 16 but if I'm wrong please tell me)

Nick is male and homosexual / polyamory . He doesn't lie that he is gay but somehow no one believes that he is gay because, according to others, he looks very "straight".

But Nick doesn't shout out that he's gay (like he doesn't make it his personality that he's gay) and when you ask him, he just tell honestly that he is.

Dipper thought for a long time that he had his eyes on Wendy but after talking to him he said he was gay and Wendy was just his friend in a platonic way.

Even if he is rather introverted, he can speak well with girls and boys etc.

Kind of has the “The (big) Brother” vibe, he doesn’t know why, he’s actually the youngest kid of four kids but he just gives off the vibe.

Especially to Dipper and Mabel (to Dipper only after he clarified that he isn't in love with Wendy) he's kind of a big brother.

Somehow also with Stanley because Nick has polydactyly like Ford and that's why Stanley somehow has a brotherly relationship with Nick. (Stanley feels bad that he put his trauma and feelings he had towards Ford onto Nick and is now trying to "save" Nick because he couldn't save Ford)

Nick doesn't know before that Stanley feels somehow guilty and feels bad when he somehow triggers a trigger from Stanley because Stanley doesn't explain to him why he reacts the way he reacts.

But after Stanford came back, Stanley explained this to Nick and Nick understood it and they both worked on their relationship so that Stanley doesn't just hang out with Nick because of his trauma but in a healthly way and Nick don't feel bad of his action to Stanley (I hope I explained what I mean by that well)

He had very severe acne between the ages of 13 and 16 but it got better until he was 18 but he still had mild acne.

He actually had natural curls because of his heredity but because he was in his rebel pre-teens he straightened his hair to death and now he has straight hair. He doesn't regret it.

His parents said that when he gets older he will regret it and miss his curls but he won't. He likes to have straight hair. It suits his style more.

And having natural red hair as a boy with curls was just too complicated for him with the polydactyly too.

Is the type of brother vibe who accepts friendship bracletes from his "younger siblings" and really holds it up like it's his greatest treasure. He rarely wears them but you know he really likes them.

When copying a piece of paper, manual or technical, he needs a ruler to stay on the line what he writes. (hopefully you know what I mean by that)

He doesn't like Gideon Gleeful. Since the first meeting, the things he did against Mabel and Stanley, he simply hated him and was amused at Weirdmageddon where Gideon would be locked in the cage by Bill Chiper.

No pity or anything. He was just happy to see Gideon suffering. But he never told anyone in the group.

His family is part of Ciphertology and when he found out he cut himself off from his family because he will not be associated with them or will not be part of the cult. He hates Silas Birchtree for make Ciphertology.

His aunt (on his mother's side) is obsessed with the cult and is the cult leader and refers to herself as the "Bill Chiper wife". She somehow sees Nick as a problem because he doesn't want to join the Cult (and that later in the story he becomes one of Bill Chiper's Boyfriends)

Is/Will be in a polyamory relationship with Bill Chiper and Stanford Pines

First lives with "Lazy" Susan Wentworth but then moved to the Mystery Shack where he lives in the room:

(This was part of the Gravity Falls concept art and is not mine↓)

After Ford is rescued, Nick offers him to sleep in his room, but even though everyone thinks Ford didn't accept the offer, Ford often sneaks into Nick's room at night and sleeps there.

Nick helps Ford with his nightmares and they often talk for hours about their similarities such as polydactyly and co.

Ford always thinks he's annoying when he talks for hours, but Nick doesn't mind because he likes hearing Ford's voice.

And Ford kind of likes Nick's physical touch and listening to him for so long.

But for a very long time then, Ford and Nick realized that they liked sleeping together and even started sharing a bed but didn't tell anyone in the family because they think they will be despised because of the age gap in their relationship.

Just like the relationship between Bill and Nick. Bill meets Nick in "Dreamscaperers" and their secret love-hate relationship begins there.

Even though Nick hates the Ciphertology Cult, he somehow loves Bill and Bill loves somehow Nick because he doesn't want to worship him as a Ciphertology follower.

Like "Alex Hirsch" / Dipper, Nick is used to chew on pencils - like that Picture

Is a snack machine child. Everywhere he sees a snack machine or drink machine he uses it and uses it almost every day if he can.

Can only cook very little, like microwollen spaghetti or sandwiches, but can bake more, like muffins and cakes.

More headcanons coming soon .....

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[kittenfangirl20]

*Yeshua approaches Cain*

Cain: Is there something you needed.

*Yeshua looked a little nervous*

Yeshua: I know that your job as an assassin here has developed your tracking skills, I was hoping you could help me find someone.

Cain: I didn’t think you would know someone in Hell since you were the Son of God, Prince of Heaven, and the co ruler of Heaven.

Yeshua: I am sure you have heard of how I was crucified.

Cain: I forgot you were betrayed by one of your followers.

Yeshua: Yes, Judas, I want him to be a resident of the hotel so he can be redeemed too.

Cain: I’ll see what I can do.

*after a couple days of searching, Cain found who he was looking for, Judas was at a bar, Judas had olive toned skin, but his eyes were silver with red sclera, he had short spiky hair that he dyed bright red as joke about the fact that artists in the Middle Ages painted him with red hair for some reason, he wore a tank top, black leather pants, and a black leather jacket, his Sinner features were green dragon horns and green dragon wings to represent greed, imbedded in his neck like a choker were the 30 pieces of silver*

Judas: Well if it isn’t Cain the Nomad, who did I piss off to have you come after me.

*Cain sits by Judas*

Cain: I haven’t been an assassin ever since I moved to the hotel run by Charlie. I was asked to find you so you could be a guest at the hotel.

Judas: I know it is Yeshua who asked you find me, I can’t, I don’t deserve redemption.

Cain: Why not? I am the first murderer and they think I am not beyond redemption. My brother even forgave me.

Judas: It was obvious that it was an accident since the concept of death wasn’t known. I turned on my teacher and my friends for money.

*Judas taps one of the coins on his neck*

Judas: I loved him and I betrayed him. That is just evil.

*Cain put his hand on Judas’s shoulder in a comforting manner when he saw how sad and remorseful he looked*

Cain: I was not only forgiven by my brother, but also my father and mother even though my actions cost them two children. I think you should just give this hotel a chance.

*Cain leaves so he could give Judas time to think*

(I had fun designing Judas especially with coming up with his Sinner traits)

[dreaming-medium]

Animals Without Direction Descriptions

Hello everyone! I figured a master post on how I see each of the members for Animals Without Direction would be smart this way we're all on the same page.

Each of these aesthetic pictures are a rough description of their outfits. They're not exact by any means. Take each one with a grain of salt. Most of the pictures are a lot fancier/over the top than how I see them.

Bang Chan

Jarl of Miroh

I always picture Chan with his natural curly hair as the Jarl. He's always put together but has a very relaxed air and vibe to him.

If he's ever wearing his armor, it's simple, yet very regal-- he is the ruler of the land after all. But most of the time that we see him, he's in a casual tunic and slacks.

Lee Minho

Jarl's Advisor

I went back and forth on Minho's hair for this fic for a bit. But I settled on his longer brown hair. Specifically his brown hair that hangs in front of his eyes a bit rather than parted in the center.

Minho is always put together in this fic. You will not catch him in casual clothing. He is always in darker armor/fancy tunics. He takes his job as Chan's advisor extremely seriously.

Seo Changbin

Commander

Very much your typical Changbin look for this fic! (I'll take any excuse to post the right pic of Changbin, look at those biceps DAMN.)

I always had this specific armor look in my mind for Changbin; I need this man's biceps out in battle. I can only picture the Skyrim Steel Armor when I write him in this fic, I can't help it. Additionally, I just know he would have beautiful gauntlets on his forearms.

Hwang Hyunjin

Court Mage

Hyunjin's MAMA hair is just SO Elven I cannot get over it. His appearance was the easiest for me to settle on. Look at him in these pictures and tell me he doesn't look like a fire mage.

Hyunjin's always in red mage robes with fancy clothes underneath. Like Minho, he is always put together. There's never a wrinkle to be seen in his clothing. Picture something like this but with a hood as well.

Han Jisung

Court Diplomat

Fluffy brown haired Han Jisung has me in a death grip. I keep leaning back and forth between a darker or lighter brown, so just imagine somewhere in between these two looks for him. In his more relaxed moments, his hair will be on the curlier side.

As the court diplomat, he typically is just in fancy clothes that show off his status. You'll never see Jisung in armor, he doesn't really know how to fight nor does his position require any fighting skill.

Lee Felix

Court Healer

Blond mullet Felix says 'Elven' the same way Hyunjin's MAMA look does. Add the blue contacts on top of that and it's perfect for this story.

Felix's wears restoration school robes during the day and while he's working in the Healing Ward. But when he's not 'working' he's in a casual tunic and trousers like Chan usually is.

Kim Seungmin

Court Rogue/Assassin

Another look I went back and forth on, but I settled here. I thought about it a lot, but typically when I think about him in these scenes, he has his choppy bangs that hang over his eyes.

Now, his rogue armor in my mind does have a lot of embellishments/leather straps/buckles. I know he himself usually goes for plain outfits and clothes, but he's also very practical and knows what he needs when he goes out on jobs. He needs all those pockets and hidden sleeves for items.

Yang Jeongin

Jarl's Squire

Jeongin in the story has that boyish handsomeness to him that you can't quite put into words. He's not a child anymore by any means, he's grown and an official squire to the Jarl but he still has his naïve moments as he's still learning.

Jeongin's usual armor in the training yard is something more casual and easy to move in; something you would see most guards wear. But then, in battle, his armor is definitely something more eye catching and elegant. He has to show off his status among the other soldiers.

[viaviv124]

Cotl Unity AU

Okay because we all know i will never start, let alone finish, writing this we'll do the same i did with the orphan AU and give a plot summary. I won't go too much into the politcs of shit here, many outside relationships that arent crucial or make time to explain small easter eggs/gags i put in so feel free to ask if you wanna know! I'd love to yap more! Same goes for questions in general!

Alright lets start!

So there's this country/kingdom called Dagas and the royal family, currently consisting of 5 siblings, the oldest taking the crown as the monarch/ruler, are viewed as gods and worshipped by the church. Narinder is the 3rd prince and 23 years old. He's pretty invested in the military and handles a lot of politics having to do with fighting, earning him the title God/Prince of death (allthough this also comes from his ruthlessness and cold demeanor). One day Shamura tells him he's betrothed and that his fiance will arrive in two weeks, that day being a royal ball to publically announce it. Narinder tries to fight this arrangement but fails, much to his dismay. The decision is final. He knows nothing about his fiance, only that they're slightly younger than him, allthough still an adult.

The ball comes, Narinder is not amused and keeps ranting to his siblings, and around an hour or two in a carriage arrives and the guards escort the fiance inside, a lamb in precious, simple white robes and a red camelia in their wool. They bow in front of Narinder, introducing themself as Nanda from Venzor, a rather small village. They're a commoner, Narinder is less than thrilled, allthough for appearances he gives himself as charming and interested, allthough his face is deadpan for the crowd cannot see it. He extends a hand and Nanda kisses it, not recieving the same courtesy back allthough he should've. Narinder tells them to rise and despite eye-ing Narinder for a split moment, Nanda smiles politely and says how much of an honor it is for them to stand in front of him like this, allthough lowkey passive agressively. Narinder takes that personal and decides he doesn't like them even more. They have a dance because, again, appearances, and allthough Nanda cannot dance they manage to keep up impressively well. During dinner with the rest of the royal siblings it is revealed that the reason for this engagement is that Nanda is indirectly from the church. Allthough not officially a priest, they've caused a small, abandoned church in their village to blossom and bloom, causing even a lot of travelers to move to this village in order to devote themselves to faith. Nanda's talent/achievements within the church, which is lowkey controlling the loyalty of the commoners torwards the royals hence why it's so important, combined with their sharp wit it would be a good match with Narinder's military upbringing. Narinder doesn't protest but silently hopes that Nanda will just be an obedient believer who won't get in his way.

And that works, for the first week or so they do as they're told, work wise, and everything seems fine. Until Nanda realized/learned they can be casual around the royals, they cannot get rid of them or harm them unless they commit a respective crime, so they start relaxing and showing it in their attitude. What pushes it over the edge for Narinder is that Nands dared ordering him around. Well actually they just asked him if he could get something for them he was closer to but alas, who is to understand the mind of that prideful cat? (Nandas words) From that day on none of them held back. They bicker and bicker with no end, every so often it'd escalate into a fistfight too. They can barely sit in room together without one deciding to provocate the other for absolutely no reason. And hence their dynamic is born.

Around a month since Nanda arrived Narinder has to leave for a week or two. When he comes back and steps out of the carriage or leaves the ship or something everywhere around them are screams of pain and agony. It is caused by Nandas hand, ss they've killed people that seemed previously hidden. Once the acts are committed Nanda goes blank with this horrifyingly odd look in their eyes, making everone believe they lost it. They didnt hurt anyone else though and they didn't resist arrest. Narinder, accompanied by a guard for safety, decided to interrogate Nands himself. They reveal that these people were plotting to kill Narinder the moment he came back, providing a few letters exchanged in secret by the perpetrators they managed to steal as evidence. They never intended to kill them, but they couldn't help but see red. If they should be executed for their crimes they won't resist. Narinder believes their story and demands Nanda free. When asked for his reasoning he says that these letters were the real deal, for he knows Nandas handwriting enough to say so. Nanda saved his life so they get pardoned. Narinder doesn't understand why this drove Nanda so far they could only see red, this starts changing his view of them ever so slightly positively, allthough this doesnt stop their constant fighting.

Their normal life goes on until 2 months later they have to go to Venzor, Nanda's hometown, for various reasons. There Narinder meets Ratau, Nandas mentor and the one who arranged the engagement together with Shamura, allthough Nanda didn't find out until the day they had to leave. In general Narinder meets a huge culture shock, for as the common folk seem to greatly respect Nanda, calling them leader (which they've only seen Corey do sometimes) and in turn treating Narinder all casually despite being aware of his Status. During their stay he sees a very kind and mature side of Nanda, also seeing their skill in delivering sermons and in general doing work preists usually learn their whole lifes to do. On their trip they also need to clear out a nearby forest of monsters, creatures that greatly plague Dagas' safety and that Narinder frequently goes fight for a hobby. There he learns that Nanda is not only skilled with swords and daggers but also posesses black magic, making him re-evaluate each time they fought and in theory they could've just ended him right there.

In general both of them they realize they make a great team and work greatly together, be it about their actual work or fighting together. Especially after their visit to Venzor they also fight less. (allthough still very frequently, this is just their thing. Most of the malice is gone.)

Narinder learns Nanda is plagued by nightmares around two weeks after they return home. He found that out because he demands small cuddle sessions every now and then (obviously totally not romantic at all or anything, the grumpy kitty just needs his big plushy). Surprisingly the nightterrors become less when Nanda's with him so they end up sharing his bed. Over the span of the next 2 or 3 months the two of them (allthough mainly nanda) open up more in general, telling the other personal things and things that trouble them. For Nanda this includes telling Narinder their nightmares and that their birth family is dead. Over that time the two of them also begin sleeping with eachother on a regular basis.

For the next bit i have a semi-written out scene, with that i mean dialogue, so here you go:

It's late at night. Nanda is prone to overworking themself, especially just working deep into the night, and this day is no other. Narinder enters their office, leaning at the doorframe. "Come to bed." Nanda shakes their head "I need to finish this." Irritation starts filling the prince's voice, allthough with no real heat "I am not repeating myself, lamb." "What, can't sleep without me?" "I've no use for someone sleep deprived." A scoff "I don't need to be useful to you." "As a commoner thats your purpose, even more as a religious figure. You’re supposed to devote yourself to me." "Baah, i never did that. It’s dumb. I just use the scriptures as my own and take from it what i want and need. Now be quiet and follow your own advice and go to bed, prideful cat." "Excuse me?" "You heard me." Despite the bickering Narinder's interest was piqued. After a bit back and forth he gets Nanda to elaborate, who proceeds to tell him their story. Nanda grew up in a small village, not Venzor, with their family. However, that place was pillaged when they were around 12. From their family they are the only survivor and had to flee. In order to survive they had to resort to theft and violence, also getting with some very bad people i won't get into here. This went on for around 3 years when they met Ratau. He took them in and brought them the holy scriptures closer, saying that he himself also doesn't believe in the gods but that the morals and allthat are good to follow if you have nothing else to believe in. Surprisingly this worked for Nanda too and they got a lot better, the traveling with someone trusted who wouldn't hurt them also helped. Eventually they came across Venzor, a small miserable village. Nanda decided to teach the people what Ratau taught them, that even if they don't believe in the gods they could take whenever they need for courage, comfort and guidance from the scriptures. The people found hope in that and the rest is history. As Nanda was talking Narinder moved to the chair himself, keeping the lamb on his lap. They kept talking, telling stories of their travels or telling anecdotes from the villagers etc. As they were talking they finally fell asleep. Carefully Narinder took them to bed, holding them especially close that night.

From then it only took like a month before the two of them finally admit their feelings. They're on the balcony of Naridners (by extension Nandas, they barely use their own room anymore) chambers on a beautiful, moonlit night. Nanda is very deeply in love with Narinder, but still believes Narinder dislikes theme so they keep quiet, the prideful prince however has run out of patience and decides to do it right then and there. He kisses Nanda tenderly, saying "There is no need for me to proclaim my love, as you are already destined to be mine to wed." Nanda tears up and hugs Narinder tightly. They kiss once more, then Nanda sobs in Naridners shoulder, then they kiss again. It was a very happy and tender night for both of them and the first day or two they full on embraced the honeymoon phase, actually going without bickering. However, they very quickly return to the status quo because that's just their thing and how they're the most comfortable.

Around 3 weeks later the two of them go to yet another crusade, that's how they call their monster hunting, and they come across a small, dilapidated village. They're on guard as they look around, allthough no soul is to be seen. Not until a man comes to them with painful cries. His soul is damned and incased in darkness. He begs for help and mercy. Narinder is ready to strike, as this old man is about to turn into a monster sooner or later, but Nanda stops him. They turn to the man and extend a hand, cleansing his soul with their magic. He thanks them very much before quickly leaving this damned place. Not long after a bigger crowd of damned people drag torwards Nanda, begging to be healed to. Selflessly they do so. By the end of it around 200 people are cleansed and went on their way, meanwhile Nanda's own light left their body, leaving their body slowly blackening as they collapse. Alarmed Narinder catches them in time and rushes back to the palace. They won't wake up and each healer, each cleric, declares they cannot be saved. They had sold their soul for black magic, this is the consequence for the magic kept gnawing at Nanda's soul and this overexersion made their fate final. They won't survive this. Narinder is heartbroken and doesnt leave their side. He barely eats, won't talk to anyone, he just stays as Nanda'a side, holding their cold hand or body tightly. On the fourth night Narinder recieves an anonymous letter. The letter talks about how there is a cure, but people using light magic deem it as unethical, as it requires a new soul, be it through sacrifice or a shared one. It requires the soul of someone very close to the afflicted, like family, very close friends or a lover, as a stronger connection will increase the success rate. Unless an entire soul is given no one will die. If Narinder is willing to do this, all he has to do is break the tooth in the envelope. The letter is signed with "the teeth in the darkness". Without much hesitation Narinder breaks the tooth. The next day he wakes up next to Nanda, they still show no sign of waking up but their body feels warmer and the blackening went back. Sorrowfully he whispers “how dare you leave me after i’ve finally made you mine? You promised to stay, yet you’re a liar.”, words he has said multiple times since Nanda fell ill, that now feel even heavier. Around an hour goes by, Narinder lets no one inside as he mourns his lover, when suddenly their breath slowly speeds up again. They move. Slowly they wake up. Narinder embraces them tightly. Both cry. It is a very overwhelming and emotionally raw moment.

Nanda makes a full recovery and the wedding is held a few months after.

And that's pretty much it! Again, in the background is a lot more going on but this is already long enough. If you have any questions feel free to ask!

[mochiotomedumplings]

zhongchi-sunturine parallels bcs i’ve been thinking about this 😂

warning: a lot of words 🥹

appearance-wise, zhongli has gold-orange eyes which match childe’s ginger hair, sunday has gold eyes which match aven’s blonde hair. zhongli has a more subdued appearance (if you don’t look too closely) with black and brown, just like sunday with his grey and blue, which contrasts childe’s flamboyant get-up (red scarf, his “blades of glory”) and aven’s peacock suits and rings and gems. zhongli and sunday both have a feeling of “composed and reserved” in their clothes while childe and aven are more “over the top, unrestrained” with their vibes. zhongchi both have earring on the left, and while sunday has those two earrings his wing piercing is on the left only as well, just like aven’s earring.

zhongli has golden eyes with traces of his divinity, his mortal form crafted to ideal human standards of beauty (looks very much a perfect gentleman). while sunday isn’t a real god, he’s practically the best example of the halovians’ divine features - bright gold eyes, refined facial features, wings (an “elegant leader” he’s been called). their splash arts are different but both have this idea of the sky opening up for sth divine. childe has dull blue eyes, which stood out from other genshin cast, and in his art he’s very much in his element - standing on some rocks over the water, weapons ready to battle in the perilous chaos. this parallels with aven’s special eyes and his art of him being in a luxurious place looking about to do another gamble/ plotting something, in his element as well (the crazed gambler) but we know his bets are always risky and dangerous, seemingly crazy and chaotic.

their boss forms have parallels as well, zhongli with the exuvia and sunday with his dominicus (interesting how they both descend to guide the people, but later on the god parallel) (they both “fell” as well, but different context), childe with the foul legacy and aven with his cornerstone transformation (both one size bigger and very flashy looking) (yes later on the performance parallel) (boss in heels hehe) (also death flags they really have similarities).

story-wise, interestingly enough there are common points between liyue and penacony. first, they’re both grand and elaborate plans made by a “conductor” that didn’t show his hand until the last arc (or close to it). the plans involved a major shift that had a lot of meaning to the plotter - zhongli to end his “duties” and sunday to achieve “paradise”. the plans also involved fooling a big group of people - zhongli with his death and absence while testing liyue, sunday with ena’s dream and hiding the existence of the order. symbolically they both reflect people’s independence - zhongli letting go of his rule on liyue and sunday letting go of the people he wished to protect in the cage. since they both have this perspective of the ruler/ administrator of the place they reigned over, it was also about being unsure if their people could survive without protection. ofc, different approaches and discussions took place between the stories, but the underlying concerns are quite similar.

as well as childe and aven’s role in the quest. they were both sent to basically cause chaos in a place that was thriving in order. it would have been a big mission/ project for them both (the debt from penacony was said to be quite something, and aven was even unsure why he was chosen - for all his experience he wouldn’t act like that for just any project) (childe wants to fight stronger and stronger enemies, and an archon - the oldest one, the warrior god himself - would have given his previous enemies a run for their money) (there’s that similarity as well, how the mission/ project meant something big for them personally - childe to fight his biggest battle ever, aven to put on the grandest death, both what they seeked to do. and they played their role to perfection, the pawn in the plan/ cog in the machine as intended. childe acted out the “villain” doomed to fail as liyue protected itself without rex lapis, and aven the “villain” whose death would disrupt penacony’s reputation and defense against the ipc. and they were both people who had no problem with being “used”, yet funnily enough despite things turning out the way things should be, have some beef against their counterpart - childe complaining about the “fiasco” and aven complaining about “dipping into pockets”. meanwhile sunday and zhongli seemed completely oblivious to this beef, both showing in their lines an intent/ desire to meet the other again. even more damning is how they both showed a bit of a drop in composure - zhongli laughed (in all languages !) when talking about dealing with childe, and sunday giggled (in all languages !!) when talking about aven’s performance.

and i just realized that zhongli referring childe’s rep in the fatui means… i mean he could have just heard the rumors but would normal ppl discuss the fatui… why would he listen in on fatui news and immediately think Ah yes childe would defs not let this pass… both him and sunday had good read on childe and aven despite the latters supposedly being “unpredictable” and almost impossible to read (sunday was fooled by aven but he called it a performance, coincidentally just what aven was doing in penacony) (and he called out some of aven’s hidden feelings as well).

okay, character-wise. the pairs do share quite a lot of similarities in themes, let’s see if i can explain them all.

for zhongli and sunday, the standout is the theme of god. i can’t find an explicit reference of zhongli granting wishes or listening to them (maybe his contract with azhdaha counts ?) but it should be part of being a god, one who’s all about contracts like zhongli is. sunday’s “godhood” has been from summoning dominicus aka representation of ppl’s wishes, and he used to listen to the woes of his people (and respond to them with action, like how he helped that stowaway). the rite of descension is also ceremonially started with someone asking for rex lapis to descend and give them predictions, kinda wish-granting in a way. they both seeked to protect and guide their people, and their quest had liberated them from this in a way - zhongli putting to an end to his “duties” seeking to enjoy himself but his story’s far from over (his “mortal” life had only begun ?) and sunday leaving the cage, his role his responsibilities his past, as he embarked on a new journey. though few things won’t change, zhongli would continue to watch over liyue and sunday towards his goal of paradise. essentially they are both leaders who have spent a large amount of time guiding others, being in charge and keeping a stable, firm appearance for the sake of others. after their quest they both have less on their plate and are more open/ receptive to their true self (zhongli going wherever he is inclined to, sunday accepting part of himself he couldn’t stand before).

it’s interesting how the perspective of “god” differs between zhongli and sunday, probably bcs the former is an actual god. zhongli, despite being the god who lives among the people - this was highlighted when we first came to liyue and in his char story as well, how it’s all about liyuens meeting their deity in disguise as he walks and lives among them - is still very much a god. he can’t empathize with human survival needs, he sees things on a nation-worldwide level. he may know every single thing that is to know about the country and its people, history, culture etc, but his perspectives on the people remain that of a god, even if it’s different now as he lives as a mortal. what matters is liyue being in peace, not the suffering of each individual. in contrast, sunday looks at “god” from the perspective of a human. he too lives among the people he leads, looking over and having a hand in every aspect of the dreamscape (he was able to see and control every part of it). he once spent much time listening to the people’s woes as well… and came to a different conclusion. for a place once a prison, penacony was thriving (refer the business news) and overall peaceful and good - from a god’s pov, but what about the people on the lower rungs, those who struggled and failed to survive in penacony’s darker side ? liyue might be prosperous, but there were also classes of people - poverty was not entirely out of the question, and exploitation of the weak was not too hard to imagine on a nation of commerce. if zhongli was god in the truest sense, then sunday was a human who wanted to be a “god” that could save humans in the human way.

zhongli was a god who decided to end his duties, living as a “mortal”; sunday was a mortal who decided that a better “god” had to step up, giving up his life as a mortal. it’s kinda opposite, but the themes like a god’s duties, guiding the people, are quite similar.

but of course, the elephant in the room is “order”. zhongli is all about contracts and order - he said it too, that liyue was able to prosper because of its order and rules. mora, social obligations, business transactions, rituals and other kinds of order. the famous line “i will have order” and though translation took away some meanings in the chinese ver, it’s still clear that zhongli’s all about enacting order - the rule he cares the most about is punishing people who break the rules. it is said that this absolute order is the foundation on which liyue was able to prosper and continues to do so - and this is quite similar to what sunday says about the order. how he was convinced only order could bring about happiness in a world of survival of the fittest. he was more philosophical about it and went way further as well, but the underlying belief is the same. there are differences in how they exhibit “order” also, but as a character trait this does make them quite similar. zhongli is particular - very particular on many things (his character story), he’s keen on details and wants things done in a certain way, all about rules and rituals. sunday won’t match his inhuman taste, but is also canonically very-compelled to have things in order (ocd traits) and wants it to be “perfect” - is meticulous about his appearance wants to control everything to avoid the unknown. that he genuinely practiced the Order for a while and still wants to be composed all the time and organize his surroundings when bored/ gets irked by his clothes not being just right. that’s order alright - zhongli’s laws and “wrath of the rock” and ena’s “divine laws” that sunday once practiced.

it’s not his usual image but the zhongli conveyed when it was revealed he was rex lapis in the bank was someone who oversaw the events of liyue quest with the perspective of a mastermind - he talked about the actors all doing their part and didn’t comment when signora said he could easily take control of the situation whenever he wanted. a stoic deity who held liyue firmly in his hand. and while sunday didn’t outright mind-control anyone (ena’s dream was more subtle) he controlled all those puppets in the play and it was implied from the “satisfied” people in the dream that everyone’s mind was at his mercy. a master who held complete authority over his puppets. zhongli ruled liyue as a kind but strict ruler - his words are his promise - while sunday ruled over penacony as a compassionate but authoritarian master.

and in contrast, childe and aven are all about willful chaos and indulgence, or at least the most prominent aspect of their character. ah they have so many common points…

continue to part 2

[dragonworshippersblog]

Otto: if rhaenyra succeeds viserys, she will put your [alicent’s] children to the sword

The only person in the show who want to kill innocent children was otto himself “it is unsavory, yes but a sacrifice we must make to secure aegon's ascension […] lord commander Westerling, take your knights to dragonstone, be quick and be clean”. Otto wanted to make a massacre of a whole family, and the council agreed with him; on the other hand rhaenyra, nor in the book or in the show, never wanted or proposed the death of her half brothers and half sister.

Alicent: The prince Lucerys brought a blade to the ambush, he meant to kill my son

Meanwhile aemond picked up a rock and hit jace on the head, when he was on the ground bleeding he said “you will die screaming just as your father did, bastards”.

(disclaimer: I am not saying aemond deserves to lose his eye or that he really wants to kill jace, just that alicent’s accusation is nonsense since luke pulled out the knife only after aemond threatened he and his brother with death. Surely aemond didn't mean it but luke was sure,and it is understandable since he is the younger among those present, so acted accordingly by defending his brother, before this he never took the knife)

Alicent: the emblems of the seven serve only to guide us on an uncertain path to remind us of a higher authority.

The faith of the seven consider incest as a monstruos and vile sin, so it condemns incestuous marriages calling them an abomination. Yet alicent betrothal aegon and haelena because it was convenient to her; since she is so religious, with her actions she would condemn her children to damnation, but she doesn't seem to care much about that

Alicent: At the green council she said “Am I to understand that members of the small council have been secretly planning to install my son without me?” pretending to be completely uninvolved, but here is an evolution of older alicent from ep 6 to 8 (not including ep 9 because it show the green council and ep 10 because it is all based on rhaenyra and the black)

ep 6: she said to aegon “you are the king’s firstborn son. And what they know, what everyone in the realm knows in their blood and in their bones is that one day, you will be our king”. She also speak with viserys about rhaenyra’s children in the hope for him to change his mind, and in the council she alway discredit rhaenyra’s position

ep 7: it is the episode when aemond lost his eye otto said to her that she had the determination to win the game and now vaghar was at their side, then he conclude by saying that they will prevail

ep 8: she agreed to give driftmark to vaemond before the petition start, because it was safe “in the case of a war” have a more experienced men at the head of velaryon’s fleet.

If you still believe that she was not aware, or at least not expect that the council was scheming, then you are totally delusional (it's worth mentioning that rhaenyra had told alicent that the council was plotting to replace her and this was even before aegon was born, and that alicent admitted to otto that he was implacable in the idea of having aegon on the throne; so it was unthinkable to assume that he wasn't plotting especially at a time like this where viserys was ill and he had all the power. If you continue to assert that Alicent was in the dark, then you are consequently asserting that she is stupid)

Alicent: "We [woman] do not rule, but we may guide the men that do. Gently, away from violence"

Friendly reminder that aegon, alicent's son, rape the maids in the red keep. I find this this behaviour very far from being kind and being against violence; and if alicent is not capable of controlling her son as a prince, imagine once she has placed a crown on his head (in fact in fire and blood otto and alicent were convinced that once aegon was crowned king they would be the true rulers, and this is revealed to be false since he relieved otto of his position and act, most of the time, without listen to alicent)

Otto: “Queen Alicent has not forgotten the love you once have for each other”

Alicent did not forget the love she and rhaenyra shared when the latter might make decisions that harm her children, because when alicent abused rhaenyra then that love for her had never existed

Context: Alicent demanded that the baby rhaenyra had just given birth to be brought to her, not even having the decency to leave them alone for a few minutes after rhaenyra's painful delivery to bring the child into the world. In the second picture alicent and otto agreed to grant vaemond a petition for the wooden throne despite the fact that the succession had already been decided by corlys himself subjecting rhaenyra to great stress while she was pregnant. In the third rhaenyra had an abortion because her body could not cope with the pain after her father had died and his death was hidden from her, and consequently she could not say goodbye to him and take the ring he was wearing (a ring that belonged to aemma, the mother rhaenyra lost at a young age, photo 4), to this pain was also added the fact that her throne had been usurped by her childhood friend who a few days earlier had praised how good a queen rhaenyra would be. Of course, I have not included all the times where Alicent discredited rhaenyra and her opinions, and spread gossip about her children, calling them 'threats' and 'savages'. If this is love I can't think what would have happened if there was antipathy between the two.

[matthyeu]

i would rather die ― kjw.

pairing ⇢ kim jiwoong x gn!reader 

genre ⇢ angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, royal!au

warnings ⇢ violence, blood, swearing

word count ⇢ 2.8k

synopsis ⇢ it only took a near death experience for you to realize the crown prince of vuiryn wasn't all that bad.

dressing up, dancing, laughing, eating small appetizers for aesthetic purposes. they were all things you never did in your everyday life despite your position as the child of your kingdom’s ruler. in technical terms, this was supposed to be your social group, fellow children of rulers or other noble people gathered together. 

but it wasn’t. 

before being the future ruler of your kingdom, you were the leader of the military, the leader who was forced to leave behind their comrades as you attended this gala your father pushed onto you. you thought while your kingdom was at war with several other rebelling countries, you should have been in the front line, guiding the troops and making plans. your father had other plans though, leaving your second in command to handle this week’s battles.

for he thought before you were a military general, you were the future of the kingdom, meaning it was your duty to ally yourself with many other future rulers. he wanted not only an allyship, but also a union of two rulers’ children, so your kingdoms would be tied and willing to help in times of despair like this. that was why in his eyes, you were more valuable dressed up to play spoiled royalty desperately looking for a spouse. 

still, that wasn’t the kind of person you were, going up to the most known people at these gatherings, kissing up to them in hopes of seducing them to somehow grant your kingdom with surpluses of supplies to aid your losing battle. 

besides, most of these people would never want to mingle with someone like you, a known royal who physically had blood on their hands, as if they didn’t have blood on their own from their neglect. at least yours wasn’t the blood of your own people. 

“haven’t seen you for months.” 

and there was the most arrogant one of them all, the one who probably had not only his hands covered but also his entire body. there was no way prince jiwoong of vuiryn didn’t have an overflowing pool of citizens’ blood in the back of his royal palace. his demeanor and powerful aura already exemplified that of a power-hungry ruler. if his ruling was anything like his father’s, you could count on that pool becoming a whole ocean of blood, a literal red sea, once he was crowned. 

he was probably the only one your father didn’t want you to attempt to seduce. it would be favorable if your kingdom was not intertwined with the tyranny of vuiryan. it would not settle well with your people, knowing the reputation the current king had. 

it was unfortunate that he was the only one of the royal social circle to even attempt conversing with you. 

“must you always do this?” you asked, finishing the remains of the wine poured to you by one of the servers, its cost probably enough to cover important funding for your comrades’ weapons. 

“i figured you would have liked some company. you’re always off on your own world at these gatherings. wouldn’t kill you to intersect the conversations y’know?” he attempted to joke with you. 

he was always like that, playful but in a way that put himself on a pedestal to look down at you. even with his more positive attitude, you knew better than to place any trust in him. he too probably gossiped among the groups about how pathetic you always seemed when you were alone. 

there was nothing good that came out of someone like kim jiwoong. he was just another child of one of the many tyrannical rulers across the land. you could never put partial blame on them for their parents’ actions, for your own father would probably act in a similar manner if you hadn’t taken it upon yourself to lead the military to protect your citizens. 

“after all the times you’ve done this, i would think you understand i would like nothing to do with you,” you emphasized as you finished your drink, placing it in a bin of various dirty glasses to be cleaned. “now if you’re done annoying me, i’ll be going.” 

you turned your heel, beginning to walk away from him. not long after, however, you felt a harsh grab at your wrist. immediately, your eyes rolled back, nearly enough to look into the interior of your skull. was he really going to do this?

did he really have to do this when you just wanted to go off to find some unsuspecting victim to seduce into granting your kingdom the needed money to fund the troops? he was really getting on your nerves. 

“jiwoong, let go of me,” you sternly demanded, trying to thrash away from the grasp. 

the first siren went off when the grip around your wrist tightened. as much as jiwoong liked to provoke you, he would have never gone this far, bringing such discomfort to you. there was something off about this. 

your suspicions were confirmed as you felt cold metal across the skin of your neck and an equally cold voice whispering in your ear. “don’t move now, your highness.” 

your eyes immediately darted around the room where many were in the same position as you, held at knifepoint and threatened with their life. some failed to follow instructions in a panic and paid the price as a consequence. 

this was another reason you hated coming to royal gatherings. they were the perfect place to be ambushed. you couldn’t care less about leaving your kingdom without a future ruler, but to leave your comrades without a current one, that was something you could not do. 

you obeyed his commands, stilling without any sign of resistance. you would figure something out. you always did. it was just…there was no way you could pull anything off in the position you were in. any move would leave you dead, and you didn’t have anything on you to wiggle yourself out of the situation. your father was stern on not bringing anything that would intimidate the rest of the guests. if only he knew that could cost the life of his dear child. 

the only thing you could do was oblige to the commands. you could read their intentions. these people were not in it to kill. if so, they wouldn’t have let as many people run as they did. if they wanted to kill you, they already would have. they wanted ransom. you could figure out a plan once they took you to wherever they were planning. 

“UUAGH.” 

or not. the knife at your throat was lowered after your attacker was…well attacked by someone else. you looked over to see jiwoong, hands bloodied but still holding on. quickly, he grabbed you by the wrist and you two began your run, far away from the ballroom where hell had been let loose. 

“let go of me!” you yelled as you struggled against his grasp, which almost caused both of you to tumble over. 

a harsh motion was made to release your wrist, and you could see the annoyance on his face. “wow, not even a thank you. if you didn’t notice i just saved your fucking life. if you had stood there in shock any longer, you would be dead.”

you turned away from him, defeated that you couldn’t think of a witty remark to counter it. he was right. you had frozen the moment you were freed. if your attacker had gotten up, it would have been over for you. you whispered a few incoherent swears to yourself, frustrated you let your guard down so easily while at the gathering. it was not like you to do that, but now it had you on the brink of life and death. 

“thanks,” you mumbled. 

you heard him chuckle, somehow still mocking you at this moment. “can’t hear you you.” 

you sighed, rolling your eyes as you two turned a corner. you still had yet to know where you were running to. the corridors of the palace seemed endless, and you didn’t know the way out. from the looks of how the two of you continued to run, jiwoong didn’t know either. 

your lack of knowledge on the palace layout was your biggest drawback. as you turned another corner, you were met with several members of the attacker group, all armed and ready to take you down. it seemed they had shifted gears from kidnapping to killing seeing the resistance the two of you put up. 

and here was your second mistake. when your original attacker had fallen back, you should have taken his weapon. not having one rendered both of you useless in this situation. both of you backed up until there was nowhere else to back up. 

running seemed out of the question now as there was only a certain amount you two could run until fatigue caught up to you. there had been so much running involved in the earlier moments that your legs would probably give out within fifteen or so minutes of running at a fast pace. there was only a slim chance none of the six men in front of you would be still following you by then. you didn’t know how much stamina they had. 

you two looked at each other, the first time you looked at him with genuine concern. this was life-or-death, not a time for you to express your burning hatred toward him. 

“you go,” he ordered. 

“what.” 

with no further explanation, he headed into the crowd first, stalling for as much time as he could. they were too focused on him to even pay mind to you. they wanted the satisfaction of killing just one of you. 

seeing the sight, you took off. it was probably better off him than you. 

you had a whole future ahead, both for you and the army you led. you couldn’t let yourself perish now. jiwoong, he was just another prince who had no heart for others, no consideration for his citizens. if he was gone, vuiryn would not have another tyrannical ruler. this was completely fine. 

however, the more you thought about it, the more it wasn’t fine. what on earth were you thinking? when was it better off if someone was dead? the only answer was if they were a horrible person, but…jiwoong had never even proved to be that kind of person to you. sure he was annoying, but you couldn’t recall a time where he had mentioned anything cruel or unsettling. 

the overthinking made you pause in the hallway

maybe you had misjudged him. no. you definitely had misjudged him. if he was as cruel as you thought he was, why save you back in the ballroom? he had the stamina and strength to get out of there, but he had risked the extra time to help you. 

even if he wasn’t all good like royalty tended to be, there were some things you would never know about him if you let him die. 

immediately, you turned around, running back to where you had left him. on the way, you tried to scour for things to use to your advantage. the only thing you could make use of was a vase on display, but it was still better than nothing. 

your lungs were already giving out. this was the fastest you had ever ran in this type of clothing, the kind where your legs felt restricted, so you needed to use more muscle to even try to move properly. 

by the time you made it back to the scene, your arms and legs had almost made you collapse. you weren’t prepared to do this much running at a gala. 

you took a pause at the corner, gripping onto the wall to steady yourself. you only hoped you had made it back in time. your determination would have been useless if he was already gone. 

alas, you found yourself weirdly overjoyed seeing jiwoong still struggling with several men, now only two. it was impressive, but you could tell from the look of his stances he was about to lose this fight. you had to step in. 

waiting for an opening, you ran back into the scene at the first glimpse of one. both of the attackers’ backs were turned to you, but you were in clear vision of jiwoong when you slammed the vase across their heads. screams of terror were released as you used that window to kick them back into the wall. 

now, it was your turn to grab onto jiwoong to make a run for it. 

“i told you to run.” 

“a thank you would be nice, y’know.” 

he laughed at your mockery of his earlier words. the situation had completely changed. now you were the one holding onto him tight as you tried to navigate a way out of the building. 

“you seem like the type to want me dead though. change of heart?” he asked, heavy breaths accompanying his words. 

“i thought about it, and i would rather die than be indebted to you.” you would never reveal the true reason you came back. it was far too embarrassing for you to admit. 

finally, you two made it to an exit, pushing the doors out together in unison. outside, there stood many soldiers, some of them from your own kingdom. it seemed many kingdoms had dispatched soldiers to help clear the palace after the news spread. you felt pity for any soldiers who would have to find the bodies of their respective royals. 

“general!” you whipped your head around to see some of your comrades worriedly approaching, “we were worried about you once we heard the news. we had just finished our own battle, but we wanted to come make sure everything was okay.” 

you found their concern warming after such an eventful night. “of course i’m alright. i’m a military general after all.” 

you heard jiwoong clear his throat behind you. “and because i had prince jiwoong to help me through it.” 

you watched as your two comrades exchanged glances, both with each other and between the two of you. their smiles grew. “so you’ve nearly fulfilled your own mission, we see.” 

eyes widening at their statement, you realized what they were hinting. jiwoong’s eyes furrowed, opening his mouth to ask a question you could predict. before he could though, you intersected, walking over to where they were administering first aid. “let’s make sure we get wrapped up to prevent infections.” 

now, here the two of you sat, sitting across in silence as many doctors and nurses applied ointment at your wounds. there was an uncomfortable silence. neither of you knew how to start a conversation after everything that had happened that night. 

it took until your treatment was finished for you to finally ask the one question bothering you the whole night. 

“you know how to fight really well? i knew all royals had special training, but you really seemed like you knew what you were doing. i’ve never seen someone in the royal social circle be so unafraid of getting their hands dirty.”

jiwoong looked away with a smile on his face, unsure whether to take your comment as a compliment or an insult. “i’ve always wanted to be a soldier,” he admitted. 

the declaration made your eyes widen, to the point where you swore they were about to pop out of your sockets. you had never heard a royal (besides yourself) say such a thing. everyone always called you crazy for the path you chose, so you always assumed he felt the same way. 

“so, you don’t think i’m crazy?” you asked for clarification. 

he shook his head. “no quite the opposite actually, i’ve been trying to become acquainted with you all this time. i admire your work, and wanted to ask you about how you convinced your father to let you do such a thing.” 

your mouth dropped open. you were hating this man for no reason. your hatred was based on false accusations. 

“wow, i really know nothing about you.” 

“well, do you want to know more about me then?” he suggested. 

you smiled at him. “sure, i would love that.”

even though vuiryn was the one kingdom your father didn’t want you to become close with, it was hard now that you knew its prince was nothing like its king. its prince was exactly like you. he truly was the only one who could talk to you because of that. 

if that wasn’t enough convincing to allow him to become your ally, you didn’t know what would be. 

“i also have thought you were really charming ever since we met, so it’s not just that i wanted to use you for advice. i really want to get to know you.”

or maybe this was the beginning of a union. 

you hit him on the shoulder, laughing with him for the first time. “now hold on, we’re going a little fast here, buddy. let’s take it slow.”

[eternally-sugary]

In all the confusion surrounding her, all Trish could think about was trying to keep Diavolo away from the arrow. She couldn't track him for half the fight - her brain simply did not work that fast - but before she could even really register where she was her fingers brushed wood. She figured she should call out, but that would put everyone at risk as alerting anyone that the arrow was currently right at her fingertips would also mean Diavolo would hear...and before she really thought about it, she grabbed the arrow and held it to her chest.

She stood slowly as the dust started to settle. She had expected to be able to just walk away with this thing, hide it somewhere...but right now she was face to face with the one person she didn't want to see her. Diavolo's face was red with rage, his chest heaving as he tried to parse what exactly to do to get the arrow away from Trish.

Despite the tenseness in his body, in his eyes was nothing but defeat.

Trish knew Spice Girl stood beside her now. It was like a reflex, like letting go of a ball once you hit the apex of your throw. She wasn't surprised when Diavolo rushed her, she knew he would try something.

"I'm so sorry."

And just like finishing a swing, she spun and drove the arrow into Spice Girl's chest. In the split second she could see Spice Girl's face, she saw her Stand smile at her. She turned back just in time to meet Diavolo's eyes as she just...stepped back. There was a strange confidence swelling in her, which upon closer reflection might have really been horrible pain.

"What a foolish thing to do, my sweet daughter. I've already seen your death - you've sealed it for yourself."

Diavolo landed, and stepped back slightly, ready for her to keel over...but Trish didn't. She didn't do anything at all but stare at her father. She touched her chest...then slowly extended her arm. Smooth as a snake shedding it's skin, there was Spice Girl again. She stood taller than Trish now. Something changed in the moment they were in as Spice Girl spoke.

"No, you saw what you wanted."

Trish raised her head. She could see Diavolo's confidence turn to panic.

"Yeah. I knew you would try and use Epithat again."

Diavolo's eyes went wide with rage as he bounded forward.

"What have you done, you stupid child!"

The second he got close to land a blow on Trish, he just sort of...bounced off of something, leaving him on the ground. Trish didn't move.

"I decided that there is no future anymore. Each moment is it's own, so there's nothing to see into the future of. It's like...dividing a negative number. You can't do it."

Trish stepped back now, not out of fear, but just because she wanted some distance between her and the guy on the ground.

"My choice was to remove fate from the equation. Without your fate, what are you?"

Diavolo pushed himself up.

"I am the ruler! I will reinstate myself, you are just an obstacle."

Trish shrugged this off.

"No. Not anymore."

She glanced at Spice Girl, who gave her a supportive smile and a wave, telling her to keep going. Trish nodded gratefully.

"You live a sad life. What are your accomplishments, really? You've killed or silenced or lost the only people that would even know they happened...what even are you? What are you a King of? You're nothing without fate."

Diavolo opened his mouth to speak, but Trish cut him off.

"I said, you're nothing. You're not even worth the air you breathe."

Diavolo's mouth opened and closed, like a fish. Trish assumed he was trying to talk, but....no, it looked more like he was choking. In a few seconds, he collapsed to the ground. Trish just stood there, shaking.

Spice Girl put her hand on Trish's shoulder.

"I accept your apology."

Trish looked up.

"Did we just..." Spice Girl nodded "...oh."

Trish stared at Diavolo's dead body silently for a while. She jumped in suprise as Giorno put his hand on her shoulder.

"Let's go home."

She nodded, still staring at the body as she turned until the last second.

"Did...that really happen?"

Giorno nodded, his face betraying nothing as usual.

"Yes. You've become the Arrow's guardian."

He glanced at her.

"I think you'll do a good job."

She laughed out loud, still reeling from how fast everything went by.

"I don't think so...but thanks. Let's just get everyone home."

OH MY GOD..... THIS HITS HARD AS FUCK. Honestly badass. I love this.... This is amazing - Jay

[soursweetnessofmind]

prompt: misunderstanding and fight. + lots of angst.

couple: clarke and lexa.

word count so far: 975

snippet:

Youth is unripe and terribly sweet. It’s an unforgiving hurricane that either sweeps aside or devours anything it might encounter; it’s the beginning of something new, exciting, and emotional. But it is also the death of a past, of comfort and childhood, and of a lot of rulers one thought governed the world around them.

Sometimes there are too many thoughts in your head and too many emotions in your heart for you to be able to put everything into words; sometimes you’re just caught red-handed, and there’s no amount of wishing to go back that actually feels enough to describe the pitying void inside you, weakening your legs and stinging your eyes, and FUCK.

Lexa really wishes she saw this coming.

But she didn’t. And now, as she runs through the streets towards the Griffin residence, she knows she’ll pay the price.

Her lungs burn, and there’s an ache spreading all over her body, but it’s not the exertion of the run; it's the remembrance of the haunted look in Clarke’s eyes.

I didn’t know she would kiss me, Lexa tries to reason with herself, tries to think of what the hell she’ll say to Clarke after everything she saw at the diner. I didn’t know, I swear. She said she needed a friend; she said her father was being his shitty self again and she had no one else to talk to beside me. She didn’t want to open up about this to anyone else but me. If you saw everything, you saw I pushed her. You saw I didn't really kiss her. There’s no one else I want other than you. I’m so fucking sorry.

[niittinaatti]

@loominggaia niiverse: Some info on Yue's monsters

The Divine of Creechers (yeah that’s probably not her official athenaeum title) has created a lot of different monsters over the years. Here’s some info about a few notable ones. The athenaeum probably gave some of them different names, Yue isn’t that creative with naming

Fake green slime & pink slime (PPL category 2)

One of Yue’s first monster attempts. It may look like green slime (though it’s a slightly different shade of green) but actually it’s corrosive like red slime. But it’s way weaker than red, for a human or similar it just causes your skin to get really itchy for a while and for some species like trolls and ogres it basically does nothing. These are almost extinct except sometimes it’s randomly found in Zareen mostly

Pink slime works the exact same, except this time Yue added some coloring to make it pink so you can tell it apart from green slime. These are way more common nowadays, some trolls eat it for dessert

Xamsters (category 3)

Another early monster. They look and act like edgy reskins of hamsters and are pretty harmless if you handle them with care, but if they collide with something with enough force such as somebody kicking them, they die in a violent explosion. If it’s only one xamster, the explosion is small and only knocks you back a little and gets your face cartoonishly sooty, but if there’s several, it can actually be dangerous and destroy something. They also have a defense mechanism where if they get squeezed really hard, their body heats up, so if you’re holding them you gotta let go and hope you weren’t holding them too high.

PPL drove them almost extinct centuries ago but small amounts of them survived and multiplied. There’s a few randomly running around in Zareen, and a few have made it to Mogdir where there’s surprisingly large populations of them since they look like animals and kicking animals is illegal there and all. But sometimes they still get attacked by animals or a tree falls on them or something. They can live a lot longer than hamsters if they don’t explode, and if they die from anything else, the corpse loses its explosive properties.

Hattifatteners (category 2)

Yep I literally just stole these from the moomins. This actually is their official name, but Yue didn’t name them, she just calls them the milky fishies or ghosty condoms or whatever they look like today. They’re basically like glowing mobile mushrooms that electrocute anything they touch. Most of the time the electricity is quite mild and not very dangerous unless there’s been a thunderstorm recently, which charges them, or if there's a large amount of them electrocuting you at once. They have no ears but sense vibrations on the ground like snakes, and their eyes change color according to ambient weather conditions, so you can use them to predict the weather a little. They also make little boats and sail around, and have their own island somewhere on the Northern Sea with a centuries-old barometer that Yue gave them long ago hanging on a pole that they sort of worship. Don’t take it or they will come for you in a big swarm and probably zap you to death. They occasionally shed spores that grow into new hattifatteners, but they only grow on one specific day in midsummer (the anniversary of when they were created)

Fizzy (category 1)

There’s only one of these and it’s owned by the current rulers of Redfox, Unseelie. It’s a 5 feet long fuzzy pink worm with a bunch of eyes and a sideways mouth with sharp teeth. It talks in gibberish like a furby (its voice sounds like Matt Rose lmao) and has a tendency to babble in the middle of the night. It’s carnivorous and will eat your hand or a small animal if it’s close enough and Fizzy is hungry enough, but it doesn’t actively hunt because it’s very lazy and spoiled and mostly just eats meat from its bowl. So it’s pretty harmless unless you put your hand in its mouth or something. The people of Redfox are required by law to worship it, there’s even a holiday that’s like groundhog day where when Fizzy comes out of its den in the morning, if it sees its shadow, the people of Redfox aren’t allowed to do spring cleaning, wear nice clothes or have fun in public for another month. Ster and Loren like carrying it on their shoulders like a feather boa. Penhoven was scared of it when she was little but now they’re besties

Broccoli (category 0)

This thing is actually Yue’s most intelligent monster. She made it to have someone who talks to her since she’s alone a lot of the time aside from animals and monsters, and tried to make it only able to tell the truth like fae to make talking to it easier. But magic being magic it instead ended up only able to tell lies. She thinks it’s funny anyway and still keeps it around as a little mascot. Its fur clings on stuff like a burdock and it mostly clings on her hair with it. It gets stuck on stuff a lot

There’s actually been several of them, Yue forges a new one whenever it dies (sometimes she electrocutes them to death for fun), but she doesn’t like having multiple of them at once because if two of them ever see each other, they both get so shocked that they never speak again. (This doesn’t happen with pictures and mirrors, but those will still cause it to get confused and stare at them for a while) Broccoli mostly eats small fish and cut up pieces of vegetables, and only drinks dirty water, preferably muddy. If it drinks too clean water it will vomit. It doesn’t use its big mouth to speak but does some sort of a magic voice projection because there’s not much space for organs in its body. Also it glows in the dark sometimes.

Sinistrosneks (Category 4)

These things used to be Yue’s pet snake until it died and she used its corpse to make monsters that are way cooler than snakes anyway. They’re very fast for snakes and can jump quite high, have a tendency to cling onto stuff with their mouth for no reason and it’s hard to get them off. They spit green goop that tastes like sour lime candy. Before Yue became a divine she got bitten by someone else’s acid-spitting monster and decided she wanted to make one too, but it didn’t quite work out. But it’s okay because the spit is tasty and their bite is pretty painful anyway. It can break little animals’ spines to paralyze them like a polecat and stores them to eat later, and even does it to gnomes sometimes. That’s the biggest reason it’s category 4 but bigger species can also get nasty wounds and infections from it, and they absolutely cannot be tamed.

Also they have babies like surinam toads where they put the eggs in their back and the babies burst out, and have jingly bell antennas for no reason lol. If you hear the jingle it's probably already too late

Grumbo (category 1)

It’s a big 6 legged bunny elephant pegasus thing that Yue made to use as a mount but it ended up too fat to fly with its tiny wings and too slow at walking. So she just left it in a cave somewhere in Mogdir where it still sleeps most of the time. It will roar if you disturb it but it’s just to scare people, it never attacks anyone. Really it’s a big softie and people can just go sleep on its tummy if they’re nice. Some have even managed to get it to carry them somewhere but it walks very slowly and will go right back to its cave afterwards. Thankfully nobody has tried to kill it yet so it’s just chilling in a cave and the people in a nearby village bring it food and stuff. It only becomes dangerous if it runs out of food and comes out to eat nearby trees. But it tries not to eat treehouses or big animals since it can’t digest that stuff well, it’s mostly herbivorous, also it’s distressed by screaming

Bonuses as usual because idk where else to put all this random stuff

I did some research on what species most people’s LG fan ocs are for funsies. This definitely doesn’t have everyone and I got a bit confused on what counts as a looming gaia oc but anyway:

Basically each class has a clear fan favorite species that has a lot more examples than others (humans for commoners, elves for fae, centaurs for gaians, and drau for monsters)

Speaking of drau, they’re very fun

Yue’s shirt randomly changes expression sometimes because it's funny. Especially if it’s more expressive than she is. Maybe it’s cursed or something

Also her bat thing form has some kinda monster hand wings, something like this. Not sure how the rest of her body changes, but she doesn't always change her whole body and might just get the wings to have extra hands

Also these random dumb memes i already posted on discord