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desafinado · 2 years ago

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★彡 *•.♡ calling them a term of endearment

can i call you mine, and can i call you my lover?

°｡⋆ self-indulgent, fluffy fluff, swearing, a bit suggestive

°｡⋆ alhaitham, diluc, kaveh, xiao x reader (wc:)

note: diluc’s is kinda diff bc idk i just melt every time i write him sdjfkdsjfsdf hes such a gentleman but soft i wanna spoil bb boy… also if you think pet names or cheesy or some shit or whatever this is obviously not for u, talk to the wall this is my blog

alhaitham ♡

“yes, baby?”

you settled into his lap getting a bit more comfortable, but it seemed like alhaitham had frozen into place. you had been dating for a month or so, and yes he’d often call you “dear”, but a term of endearment coming from you? and that term being “baby”? he wasn’t expecting that at all.

“i–uh. book.”

that was all he could mutter, completely forgetting what he was saying, thinking even. you giggled at the sight before you, a taken aback, nervous, and speechless alhaitham; lucky for you, you’d be the only one who got to see it. you snuggled into his chest before teasing him a bit further.

“yes, baby, what about the book?”

there it was again, “baby”. it was going to be the death of him for sure.

“baby? what… what’s the meaning of this?” you weren’t going to let him off so easily, you were gonna savor this while it lasted. “babies are humans at infancy, you know, the first stage of–”

“stop teasing for my sake, please.” he let out an exasperated sigh while you just giggled at his agony. you could get used to this, if this was gonna be the reaction every time. “okay, okay, fine. there’s no reason actually. i just wanted to call you baby, and i think i’m gonna start calling you that more often.”

“i’ll allow it.” he says a little too quickly, and you know he for sure approves as well.

“hmm… but no reason you say?” you hum in approval as he shifts so that his head rests on your shoulder. you close your eyes melting into the warmth he provided; that moment of peace was short lived, however, as he started leaving kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck.

“haitham..! y-you know i’m sensitive there!”

“i know, baby, but i just felt like it. you’re acquainted with the feeling aren’t you?”

diluc ♡

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

you were sitting by the window, gazing out into the vineyards of the dawn winery. it was obvious that something was running through your mind by the tense look on your face. you shook your head for a moment, before returning his gaze.

“it's nothing really. just thinking of a term of endearment for you.” you got up from your seat to approach, cup his cheeks oh so tenderly. “sweetheart, darling, honey? you have so much for me, yet i haven’t the slightest clue what to call you.”

to think that diluc had so much affection and adoration for you, but you couldn’t even think of some cute nickname to call him. everything either felt too cheesy or too formal, but whatever he called you seemed to be just right.

“you know, whatever you might call me, i know i’ll love. you could call me a grape for all i care, and i’d still be head over heels for you.” he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you all the more closer. he couldn’t be serious, could he?

“i’m serious, diluc! i wanna call you something that does you justice. something i could address you in letters, call you in public; something that’ll let everyone know you’re mine.”

he looks up in thought for a second, trying his best to help you out. “sugar?” “too cheesy.” “dear?” “too basic.” “... that’s all i’ve got, darling, i’m sorry.”

an idea finally pops into your head, though, something you should’ve seen earlier.

“what about beloved? because you know… i love you dearly, a-and you’re my…'' after all this time, you still find your heart racing when referring to diluc as your lover, but that only lends the nickname more points. his smile becomes a happy one, giving you a gentle peck on your heated cheeks.

“it’s perfect, beloved, and just so you know, i love you too, and you are my one and only lover.”

kaveh ♡

“kaveh, my love, could you pass me the salt?”

kaveh does as he’s told, but not without a shocked look on his face. you look up from the dough you’re mixing to see the look on his face, raising an eyebrow in response. was he not aware that you could put salt in cookies?

“love? you called me your love!!?” he was practically singing praises. you didn’t realize it meant that much to him, but you were pleased by his reaction nonetheless, a faint chuckle escaping your lips.

“is it that groundbreaking?” you genuinely doubted if he perceived you as unromantic, but you were also aware he had the tendency to be dramatic. his lips calmed down to a sheepish smile.

“it’s nothing like that, i didn’t mean to offend you. it’s just that i’ve been waiting for you to call me one, since we’ve been together.” he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i see, i apologize if you had to wait long.” you felt a pang of guilt hit you, knowing he felt that way, but you felt him lightly shaking his head. “no, no, no. i wanted it to happen naturally, and the way you said it just earlier just felt… right.”

once it was time to put them in the oven, he still clung onto you as if you’d evaporate the moment he let go. you could never turn down his physical affection, but this was shaping up to be a bit difficult.

“kaveh… it’s a bit hard to put them in the oven without burning myself if you don’t let go.”

“really now? i’ll let go if you say the magic word.”

“hah. you’re really running with it, aren’t you?”

“magic words, love.” he earned a sigh from you before you finally gave into his desires.

“let go for a second, would you, my love?”

“of course, my love, but once those cookies are in the oven, you’re mine for the next fifteen minutes.”

xiao ♡

xiao was already in disbelief from the fact he had somehow won your affection, and was living a pleasantly romantic relationship with you. this, however, was a whole new level of domesticity.

“i’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“if i call out dearest, while referring to you of course, will you be able to hear me and come to my aid?” maybe it was silly of you to ask, but you were genuinely curious.

“i… why would you refer to me as dearest?” he was still trying to wrap his head around this whole thing.

“because you’re my dearest? it’s a term of endearment.” you’re sure he’s heard of pet names throughout his years on liyue, so you weren’t quite sure why he was being so naive about it.

“i know that, i just– you really want to call me that?” you nod simply, taking his hand into yours, rubbing circles into his palm.

“if it makes you uncomfortable, i won’t bring it up again. i just thought it would be a cute way of addressing you, calling for you.” there’s some disappointment in your voice, but you genuinely did not want to overstep any boundaries he wasn’t ready to cross.

“no, i love it.”

he squeezes your hand, starting up into your eyes. that look he gave you, full of affection and love, made you weak.

“are you sure? you really don’t–”

“no, i’m sure. i love it, and i’ll be there the moment you call.” there’s a pure and bright smile painted across his face, and you’ve never been more in awe.

“g-great, that’s great!” you stutter out, not really expecting him to accept it so wholeheartedly so quickly. the space between you falls into a comfortable quiet, though you feel a wave of shyness wash over you.

“you can call me other names too, whatever you like. i’ll always be there, okay?” you nod timidly, afraid to make a fool out of yourself any further; xiao’s smile grows wider.

“hmm, then it's settled. you shall call me your dearest as you are mine, isn’t that right, my darling dearest?”

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rdr2stories · 6 months ago

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"Am I somehow so terrible that the woman who birthed me no longer deserved the affection of the man whos love created me?" A rdr fanfiction.

A short fanfiction about Jack Marston.

My uncle stood next to me, the brim of his hat shielded his eyes from the sun coming down from above. He held a fishing pole in his hand, his line ended somewhere out in the middle of the river where he had thrown it. My line is only half his length, my small arms could not handle more, he had caught three fish, I had yet to catch anything. I found fishing boring, the flowers in the grass further up the shore looked pretty, they made a nice necklace to mama.

Father, I can’t help but remember that day when you asked me to fish with you, when you grabbed the bucket and the two fishing rods. You looked awkward, but happy somehow, you didn’t quite know what to do with me, I didn’t quite know what to feel. I still found fishing boring but caught a fish before you did, you were impressed and I was unsuccessful in keeping spite from my voice when I told you it was uncle who taught me. You simply replied “oh did he now?”

Uncle was never a good fisherman, yet the day he taught me he told me I was the second little boy he had taught to fish, I used to wonder why I didn’t have a cousin if that was so, but with time it simply made me realise why he hated you.

He died eight years prior to that fishing trip with you father, meaning it had been eight years since my first fishing trip. I had been just four and when I stood with the rod in my hands again I had been just twelve, it had been just eight years since uncles death, you barely talk about him, your brother, I barely remember what he looks like, but I remember what I had seen him as; my father. He brought me a comic book, and I drew him a drawing of a family, it had been him who had taken the place of the father, not you, I carried not his blood but to me he was my father.

It has been eight years, eight years since your eyes last held disgust, eight years since you last yelled at me, eight years since you decided that you wanted to be my father.

While I forgave I never forgot and I never stopped wondering. Oh father, what did I do for you to reject me? What did I do to be unworthy of your love and why was it first when you decided I fit into your life that you allowed me to be your son? Whatever could a child still growing in the womb have done to make you hate it? I am a creation of love, I shared the blood of the woman you held dear, yet that affection not only did not extent to me it was also cut off from her when she came to carry me.

Am I somehow so terrible that the woman who birthed me no longer deserved the affection of the man whos love created me?

Father, did you forget? That day on the riverbed, had you forgetten the way you used to look at me? The way you never even tried to hide your disgust but would shout it so everyone would hear, you were so ashamed by me that you chose to humiliate your son of four years in front of everyone in the area. I cried to mama that day because my child brain did not understand that you hated her just as much as you did me, that she was just as hurt by the way you shouted at her as I was by the way you looked at me.

Father, did you know I used to hide in my aunt’s skirts yet I could still hear the sound when she slapped your cheek through the fabric? I remember it even now though she has not laid her hand on you for eight years, she wanted you to accept me. I was too young to know then, but I now know what she meant when she said “I don’t care how you feel about me, but at least make an effort with the boy.” Did you yell at her for telling you to love me?

Father, did you know I don’t react to my own name? The one we share? The one given to me by my mother before you decided to give me a nickname because the idea that the two of us would share four letters made you angry? I have never once been called by our name, though it has always been a dream of mine.

When you speak to me, you speak as if your voice has never carried anything but love, I wish it was the truth, and although I am happy it doesn’t give sour comments no more I can’t help but wonder when you decided I was worth your time? Was it first when you saw someone else take the role you had taken for granted?

I know the man you called father, the man I called grandfather, never carried your blood and you never his, yet it was also him you drew on drawings and it was him you taught you to fish. We are similar in that sense and because of that I can’t help but wonder when you took me to that riverbed, did you hope you could teach me to fish?

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littlestkoi-n · 8 months ago

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a much too whiny rant about fic icks

I die a little every time pup, cub or Prongslet comes up in a wolfstar raising Harry (together or separately) fic. especially cub - it makes literally no sense????? are you sure it's Remus John Lupin I'm reading about??? it's his evil doppelganger, I'm telling you. I'm not even sure I could stomach that word ironically.

Prongslet is fine in moderation, I guess, but only as an inside joke, only coming from Sirius and only when Harry's a smol bean. but when it's Prisoner of Azkaban compliant I wanna claw my eyes out.

it's even worse when those terms are used not just in dialogue but in Remus or Sirius' internal monologue as if pup and cub are Harry's freaking pronouns or something. my cub, my pup, cub did this, pup did that... just call him boy or kid or his name for god's sake. I once saw sprog pop up and was delighted cuz at least it's actually british slang.

and don't get me started on Hadrian(us) James Orion Potter-Black (which is just... why the fuck would James give his son the name of his best mate's horrible father AND the last name of his horrible family?? and why would Lily agree to that?) who's simultaneously Lord Potter, Black, Peverell and Slytherin (and, sure, I have a visceral reaction to aristocracy wank in general but even ignoring that - the last 3 literally make no sense since "Lord Black" is Sirius until his death; and both Peverell and Slytherin lines bled into other families ages ago. so being a Potter automatically means you're descended from Peverells as well as being a Gaunt - from Slytherin. and the last of those is Tom Riddle Jr. but that wouldn't make any Potters "Lord Peverell"s or any Gaunts/Riddle "Lord Slytherin"s. those last names are dead. smh).

but, uh, this tangent technically has nothing to do with my initial complaints, it's just that at some point I started thinking of this naming stuff in tandem with nonsensical nicknames as they began appearing in fics together. which is a double homicide, truly.

and look, I definitely understand the desire to make Harry's original name something else cuz it fits nicely with POC Potters headcanon and Dursleys being racist dicks about it, but... Hadrian? I mean, it's not really a big deal when the fic mentions it being his full name but both narration and characters still refer to him as Harry for short - that makes total sense. however when after the name reveal Hadrian replaces Harry completely, it feels super weird and uncanny, making it hard to identify Harry's character in the story altogether.

although I guess you should all knock me off my high horse for being the biggest hypocrite ever, cuz I myself have a headcanon for Harry's name, even if it's less elaborate than Hadrian. also less Roman? that's another thing I don't get - if you want to create a better connection between Harry and his roots, why choose a name of a Roman emperor for a desi kid? since he's usually explicitly desi in all the Hadrian fics. so it's not that I have a problem with renaming him, per se, I just don't understand the choice of Hadrian.

for example, I recently read a fic where he was Pakistani and his name was originally Hami, which is a nice idea, actually, and makes sense for such headcanon. mine is Hari btw (हरि in Sanskrit), since I headcanon Potters as Indian, but I didn't come up with that name myself - just saw it somewhere a couple years ago and liked it. I think it's actually a pretty popular hc now? anyway, it's closer to Harry than any other name I've seen and has many beautiful meanings that resonate with what I think James and Lily felt towards their son. now, even though I still prefer his name being Harry regardless of ethnicity, I do entertain this silly headcanon from time to time - so yeah, I'm one to talk, boo me.

now, I probably should shut up since this rant has been entirely too negative already, but while I'm on the topic of icky names/nicknames I should circle back to wolfstar cuz gods know I'll never be brave enough to talk about this particular pet peeve in its own post.

Siri, Remu and Remy make my blood boil. Siri could be kinda cute when it's a silly childhood nickname from Regulus, but if any marauder or Lily calls Sirius that - immediate death. Si and Re are a teensy bit better in moderation and if used ironically, but still stab me in the chest. a couple times for good measure. the only somewhat acceptable short form of any of their two names for me is Rem, albeit with a stretch and only because it's an actual version of the name Remus in Catalan and Russian. I know I'm being way too dramatic about this (just like with all of my previous points) but I just don't understand the need to shorten their names. at all. they're only 3 and 2 syllables long and so mystical on their own that any shortening just makes them simultaneously more nonsensical and less remarkable.

both characters literally have established quirky nicknames in canon that you can play with and even shorten to Pads and Moons if you want. Sirius is not a digital assistant and Remus is not the main character from Ratatouille. stop this madness.

plus James is right there. his name has a ridiculous amount of diminutives - Jamie, Jimmy, Jim, Jam, Jem, Jay and even Jimbo if you're into that. why strip Remus and Sirius' magical names of their charm if you can have fun with common names? but I digress.

at the end of the day, my pet peeves are mine only and I should live with them in fragile peace. this post is a personal rant first and foremost and if you disagree, I'm genuinely happy that you enjoy the things I can't. fandom is a playground and we can all find some fun in different corners. I'd also like to point out that I'm not trying to take a jab at fic writers who use any of the aforementioned terms, names or diminutives. I'm only one person, so if I stop reading your work because of my petty biases, it's only my loss and not your problem. hundreds of other fans will enjoy it instead. so keep doing what you love and writing those characters however you want, it's your right!

so yeah, writers and readers - don't take it personally and have your fun! don't listen to me being mean! I'm just making my fandom experience way too convoluted for my own good.

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dolliedyhard · 1 year ago

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talk-danmei-to-me · 17 days ago

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Ximang University AU - Study Session

A danmei fanfic nightclub prompt fill for @dangerouslyxdelicate

It might be more hanging out in a library than studying... books are definitely involved!

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‘What are you doing?’

Gu Mang looked up from the comic he’d hidden between the pages of a textbook to see Mo Xi towering above him with a pile of books precariously balanced in his arms, ‘Studying,’ he lied.

Somehow, despite the many increasingly embarrassing scenarios Mo Xi stumbled upon Gu Mang in, Gu Mang decided the true reason for his studious visit was far too shameful. The heating in his dormitory was completely busted, he didn’t have the money to spend the evening anywhere more exciting than the library. He couldn’t stand the chill anymore. He would warm up his bones and then go home and hope he didn’t freeze to death in his sleep.

Mo Xi peered at the title of the book he was reading, his sudden interest made Gu Mang want to slam it shut and hide it from view.

‘Are you going to do the essay on marketing?’

Gu Mang gazed at the front of the book as he pondered Mo Xi’s question and realised he’d been sat with a textbook on communicable diseases for the last forty-five minutes, ‘I think I’m going to do mine on public relations.’

‘Did you plan to use the professor’s book?’

‘Probably,’ Gu Mang replied, thankful nobody else was on the floor. Mo Xi was being incredibly chatty considering they were in a space reserved for quiet.

‘I have it! You… you can borrow it if you like.’

‘Now?’

Mo Xi nodded, ‘The essay’s due in two days, you need time to read it.’

His words were confident, but Gu Mang didn’t miss the way he shifted the books in his arms or the discomfort that flashed across his face as he continued to cradle the stack.

‘Princess, are those books too heavy for you?’

The tips of Mo Xi’s ears turned red at the use of his new nickname. Gu Mang had only said it a handful of times as a joke. After all, Mo Xi’s social status was miles above his own, he may as well be royalty. But it was also the perfect nickname. Mo Xi truly was like a princess with his narrow waist and long legs that always managed to draw Gu Mang’s attention from whatever it was he was supposed to be doing. The stoic way he carried himself. He’d never lower himself to the childish student banter Gu Mang loved to wallow in. When his princess failed to answer, Gu Mang took it as a sign of agreement, he set his own book on the table and stood to take half the weight from Mo Xi.

‘Where’s your dorm?’ he asked as they walked out of the library.

‘I… I have my own apartment,’ Mo Xi admitted.

‘Of course you do,’ Gu Mang nudged him affectionately with his elbow, ‘Only the best for princess.’

‘Must you keep calling me that?’

‘I must,’ Gu Mang replied.

The weight of the books caused his arms to ache as he walked towards Mo Xi’s apartment, but there was something charming about the familiarity of their interaction. In class, Mo Xi was always reserved and never really joined in with the banter of their course mates. It was nice to chat to him again… and to not be vomiting into a bush at the same time.

Mo Xi’s apartment was a short walk away from campus. As soon as they crossed the threshold both men dumped the books on the coffee table. Mo Xi then went to check his bookcase for the book he’d offered Gu Mang. Gu Mang on the other hand was more interested in the massive television and pristine furniture. It was as fare removed from the run-down dormitory he slept in as he could imagine. He wondered what it would be like to come home to somewhere so peaceful and inviting every day. Mo Xi interrupted his fantasies by handing him the promised book.

‘Thanks,’ Gu Mang said.

Mo Xi’s apartment was warm. He must’ve had central heating or something. As Gu Mang admired the book in his hands he wondered whether his science textbook and comic would be waiting for him still in the library.

‘I should be thanking you,’ Mo Xi said gesturing to the books, ‘I think I was a bit ambitious about how much I could carry.’

‘It’s good to be ambitious.’

‘Are you hungry?’ Mo Xi asked seemingly from nowhere as Gu Mang moved closer to the door.

‘You can cook?’ Gu Mang asked, oddly impressed that someone so noble could have such a basic skill.

‘No,’ Mo Xi admitted, ‘But I do have a lot of food. You’re welcome to help yourself.’

Gu Mang laughed as he tapped the book against his left hand, ‘You really are a princess, Mo Xi.’

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call-me-copycat · 1 year ago

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yoonkinii · 8 months ago

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We Were Human

Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader

Part 4:

Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.

Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent ascended Astarion from losing himself the only problem? You don’t have a lot of time.

Warnings: Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse. Its ascended Astarion, prepare for the worst.

Masterlist

Note(s): For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.

You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware.

Thank You.

Sorry this part is so short compared to the previous ones. I had to cut it off at that point or else this part would've been crazy long.

It wasn’t long until Astarions breathing returned to normal but even then he was unresponsive. The two of us laid there in complete silence, the echoes of life sounding outside of the tent. My hand wadded through his silver locks, gently tugging out knots that appeared in his nightmarish sleep. He clung to me like a lifeline, his fingers clenching the fabric of my shirt, his nose pressed into the pulse point of my neck. We were lifeless in that moment, neither of us moving or talking, simply laying like entwined corpses. Perhaps we already were corpses when we both changed, my heart stopped as soon as I turned into a spawn and his has been gone for centuries. I didn’t know how long had passed since Astarion had woken up as him but it seemed like enough time to finally break the silence.

“How long has this been happening, Astari?”

The nickname fell from my lips without a second thought. I had rarely ever called him that, not since he ascended for the first time in my other life. If I closed my eyes and thought hard enough, I could still remember the way Astarions body paused above mine, his assault on my lips ceasing. At first, I had thought I made a mistake and it wasn’t until he asked me to repeat it to him over and over. Each time the name fell from my lips, a kiss was pressed against them.

He was silent for a while and I had begun to think he wasn’t going to answer until his shoulders rose as he inhaled. A very human thing he did when there was no need. I could not judge though, I still did it even though I was already dead. My body couldn’t get rid of that habit and it seems neither could he.

“Ever since I ascended.”

The hand that was running through his hair halted, a pain of worry bolting through me. “What?” I asked breathlessly. The hand that wasn’t running through his hair, cupped the side of his; guiding him to look at me. My lips pinched into a fine line as I gazed at the man I loved with my entire being. His ruby eyes were shrouded in grief and a pain I’ve never known before. His eyes which were once filled with light were now weighed heavy with hidden grief. His carefully articulated mask of contemptment had fallen and I was finally seeing the true extent of his torment. His shoulders were hunched, as though he was trying to close in on himself.

“Why haven’t you told me this?”

Inhaling sharply, my mouth opened to ask another question at his silence but was halted as Astarion suddenly pulled away from my embrace and began pulling on his boots. Lines of confusion appeared between my brows, “Where are you going? We need to talk about this.”

“We do not need to talk about anything.” Astarion responded through a clenched jaw. He stood and on instinct, I grabbed onto the hem of his tunic,

“Wait-”

“Let go of me.” He said sharply, “I do not need or want to talk about it. You have been told everything you need to know.”

He didn’t wait for my reply before he exited the tent, leaving me alone. My lips quivered, the familiar burning sensation of frustrated tears brimming my eyes.

“Gods dammit.” My voice sounded into the air. I was all too familiar with this scene, he did it when he was a spawn. He closed himself off, a defense mechanism he could never part with. It wasn’t him pulling away from me that made the cold grip of anxiety take hold, it was his voice. At that moment, it was not Astarions but his voice commanding me once more. Demanding that I obey, that I bend at his will no matter what.

I inhaled deeply, settling back into the makeshift bed Astarion had set out. My mind wandered into the deep and darkest recess of my mind. Digging up a past or rather my future if I didn’t change it, searching for anything that could help me- that could guide me. Flashes of pain that stretched from physical to mental flashed across my mind and it was all for naught. I stared at the place that was once filled with Astarions presence, wondering what I should do next. Of course I wanted to wallow in fear and hide from my other part of my damned soul but what could that do? I would just let him become a victim to become someone that isn’t him.

Do you even know who he is? Who he truly is?

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the thought away as I turned to face the opposite direction of where Astarion was laying. Regardless of all the ‘what if’s’ and ‘whys’ that ran rampant in my mind, I forced myself to lay still and keep my eyes shut until the comforting silence of sleep took over.

There was a buzz in the air and it wasn’t just from the bugs calling to each other with the sun beating down on them. The trek to the goblin camps was silent. Astarion didn’t return to the tent last night and I didn’t have the courage to start an argument right when I needed to focus on fighting goblins. Goblins wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the sheer number they gather in. While they were gathered by several higher ups that actually knew how to strategies, they were harmless without someone to lead them.

“Do you always walk so loud, my dear?”

I blinked, casting Astarion a sideways glance, “Do you always have the need to storm off when we should communicate?”

Astarions lips quirked into a small frown, “I didn’t see the need to discuss anything.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I walked through the dense forest- suddenly self conscious about the way I walk. It was no surprise Astarion thought I was heavy footed since he was a rouge that lived most of his life slinking in the shadows. Being a sorceress did not require being silent and hiding in the shadows, not when I could easily cast spells that could injure people efficiently. There was a time when Karlach, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart tried teaching me something else other than spells. They claimed that relying on the weave was too risky since I was constantly fighting. They tried their best but the most I could grasp was how to wield a dagger. While Lae’zel grumbled about ‘sorcerers being unreliable in combat’ under her breath, Karlach and Shadowheart deemed it enough. Shadowheart said I would be alright as long as I knew how to stab someone with something sharp.

Even though his talents were needed more than anything- anyone could swing a blade and hurt someone regardless if it was on purpose or not- no one could grasp how he walked so silently through any terrain. Even now, with all the fallen leaves, bramble, and branches littering our path, I couldn’t hear a single step. Where I had to concentrate to walk softly (which was useless since I would end up making noise anyway) he did it with ease.

Astarion stopped for a moment and I froze, looking around to see if there was anything nearby that would have made him stop. He angled his head, tilting it as if he was trying to listen better. Wordlessly, he turned on his heel and started walking in another direction. I moved to follow him but he looked at me over his shoulder,

“I think it’s best if we separate.”

I gave him a wary look, hands coming to rest on my hips, “What? Why?”

“Do I really have to explain everything to you?” He replied through a clench jaw, his gaze hard as he looked at me.

My jaw fell slack, looking at Astarion as if he wasn’t real and standing before me.

“Are you serious right now? I have no idea why you are so angry at me when all I wanted to do was help.” I replied roughly, face pinched into annoyance. I knew I shouldn’t be pushing his buttons, not when he was still the same person that tortured me time and time again. He wasn’t the Ascended Vampire I was familiar with but he would turn into him if I didn’t help him properly. I could either be pushing him towards losing himself or pulling him away and I had no idea if arguing with him was helping.

“You dare speak to me like that? Like you are not beneath me.”

My whole body tensed. I knew that voice, it haunted my dreams and lurked in my memories. Astarion- no, he stalked towards me. His body was full of grace but I knew every bone in his body craved for violence, to breath in the taste of pain that would soon coat the air. I stumbled back, feets getting caught in the uneven floor of the forest. My back thudded against a tree and I watched with fear blown eyes as he came closer until we were chest to chest. His eyes met mine and I forced them to look away, to peer straight at his chest. There was no rise and fall of his chest, there was no warmth to his skin, Astarion was him and I had no idea how to handle it.

I flinched slightly as his hand ran through my hair ever so gently. My jaw clenched tightly, I was surprised my teeth didn’t shatter. My eyes snapped shut as his face got closer, his lips whispering against the skin of my cheekbone.

“Oh Darling,” He said lowly, his voice a rumble in his chest. “Look at me.” Suddenly, his hand yanked my head back harshly by the hair at the nape of my neck. I yelped, pain bursting through my skull. Instinctively, I grabbed hold of his wrist, looking at him with fear driven eyes. He tutted his lips, a mocking pout playing on his lips, “What ever should I do with you” he questioned himself, his words whispered against my skin.

“Should I leave you here on the brink of death, leave you just alive enough to remain conscious to feel your body piercing itself together? Or should I take away the privilege of allowing you to withstand the sun? Maybe then you will learn to appreciate the kindness I have shown you.”

His threats left their icy marks in my heart. Fear invaded my senses, my breathing harsh and rapid which was ridiculous. My lungs did not need air but the notion still forced me to spiral.

“Please, Astarion.” I stuttered meekly, the grip I had on him tight but it didn’t do anything to deter him. It probably felt like nothing on him. He raised a white brow towards me, his head angling to the side. Without a word, he yanked my head back further, forcing me to crane my neck at a painful angle.

“You are talking to a vampire ascendant. I am a God and you,” He bit out, “Are nothing.” His face was passive, no lines of emotions on his beautiful features. Sunlight shined down on him, his lashes almost a blinding white. How could something be so beautiful and cruel at the same time. How could my dead heart only feel alive when it was around him.

“I-I’m sorry, Lord Astarion.”

It was easy to revert back into the mold I was taught how to fit into. It was easy to obey and beg for forgiveness. I felt many emotions at that moment but I mostly felt annoyed at how right he was. He was something while he was my everything. Only through him I was safe from the sun, safe from the bloodlust, but I wasn’t safe at the same time. I wasn’t safe from my very own savior.

I was so frustrated that tears bubbled my eyes, blurring my vision. I felt my throat tighten, the familiar pain of sobs wanting to erupt coming unwelcome. I didn’t want to cry, it was the last thing I wanted to do but the sense of helplessness was too overbearing. I had forgotten what it felt like to be in love with a monster. To him I was nothing, but he was my everything. All I was his spawn, a thing that is used to please him and nothing more. I had forgotten what it felt like to be looked at not as a person but an object.

Abruptly, he pulled away like my skin burned him. He flung himself away so hard that he collided into a tree across from me. I stood there frozen, watching as my lungs heaved in relief. I blinked back the unfallen tears, running my hands through my own hair as though to take away the taint of his harshness off my being.

Astarion was leaning on the trunk, his hand gripping his chest like he meant to tear out his own heart. I gulped, swallowing my own shame and taking a step forward. It did not matter how scared I was. This was not normal and I had to figure out why. At the sound of my step Astarion flinched, his downcasted gaze meeting mine. I inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of the man who threatened to leave me to die here only seconds before look at me with such fear. Astarion stumbled away, his skin clammy with sweat and glinting in the rays of sun.

“Stay away.”

His voice was so soft that it strained my eyes to hear him. My eyes narrowed in confusion. He suddenly looked like an animal that was cornered. He coward away from me, every small step I towards home resulted in him shuffling away as if moving away pained him.

“Astarion,” I said as gently as I could even with anxiety choking me. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

Astarion doubled forward like an imaginary force hit him from behind. He gritted his teeth, his own fangs piercing into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip. Droplets of blood bubbling from the small wounds. Sweat dripped down his brow, into his eye causing him to blink harshly. He glanced at me with pain narrowed brows, mumbling, “I’m sorry” before he abruptly stumbled away disappearing into the dense forest.

I stood in shock for longer than I would have liked. My mind paralyzed with shock as it witnessed something it’s never seen before. This had never happened before, the way he was present one moment before disappearing another. I quickly gathered my thoughts, running through the memories of my ‘past’ life to account how Astarion was after he returned from this expedition by himself. He returned with nothing other than himselfs even though he left with a vast amount of supplies just in case. He only had one thing with him and it was himself covered with blood that wasn’t his. It was only then that the first instance of what people knew as Astarion began to diminish. He smiled less, got irritated more often, the lines of emotion on his face began to fade. He loved me less and wanted me more. He was shorter with me, not wanting to explain his decisions to me no matter how much I pleaded. He wasn’t him yet but he was starting to become him.

This could only mean one thing, something happened during his time handling the goblin camp that no one was able to witness or stop him from doing. And going off with what just happened, it hasn’t happened yet- if going off I was going off the previous interactions we’ve had.

I swallowed the lump of nerves building in my throat down, determination filling my veins. I had to find Astarion before whatever happened in the past happens in the present. Even if it kills me. The only problem is, tracking him would almost be impossible since he was always soft footed and careful of his tracks. I only had one thing to go off of and that was the direction he ran in- to a place I knew would be there. A Goblin Camp.

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fantasy-nerdddd · 3 months ago

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Names for the adults

I saw a fanart of some of the D12 adults when they were young so I decided to make for each of them two pairs of names; one with meaning, one without much. The order is: Mrs Everdeen, Mr Everdeen, Mrs Mellark, Mr Mellark, Mrs. Undersee (Maysilee's twin)

Naomi, Fern (the guys are the reason their kids got the names they got in HC), Augusta, Phyl, Alaina. That was the easy one, now I have to explain why I chose each person, the second order will go from easier to find to harder to find.

Naan: Of course, that's Mr. Mellark. Naan bread is of course, bread, however I chose this specific name because Naan bread is easy to make. My HC says that Mr. Mellark was easy to manipulate and never talked back. That's because he was a genuinely good person (at least, that's what we're led to believe) and was living with a bitch. She could manipulate him all she wanted.

Nandina: That's Mrs. Mellark and I am very proud of that one. Nandina Domestica also has the nickname ''Firepower''. The two parts of the nickname speak for themselves, she definitely had some power over her family and she does have a fire, let alone that she works with it because she's a baker's wife. Sure, it's not the "If we burn, you burn with us" kind of fire but rather the (worse) "I'm fucked up enough to abuse my kids". But that's not all, Nandina Domestica is listed as toxic in some lists like Colorado state University's list. Honestly, half of the sources say that it's only toxic to animals while others say that the whole plant is also toxic to humans. Idk 🤷‍♀️.

Sylva: Mrs. Undersee is named Sylva and it is short for the plant Myosotis Sylvatica. Also known as forget-me-not. I think that's a bit obvious, I don't think she ever got over Maysilee's death. I don't blame her. I almost named Mrs. Everdeen as Sylva though, but I think the name I gave her is a bit more fitting.

Yarrow: That is Mrs. Everdeen. According to a bunch of sources including this post yarrow stood for everlasting love in the Victorian language of flowers. And I think that even though the name is not very feminine (come on, I was this close to naming Mr. Mellark Focaccia, I didn't want to use much time on his name) I used that for some reasons. First, her love with Mr. Everdeen (whose name I'm not proud of, sorry) was definitely everlasting, and second Yarrow has medicinal purposes as it was used to improve digestion by increasing the amounts of saliva and stomach acid.

Archie: Yeah, I'm sorry for that. Mr. Everdeen is kind of unoriginal. Except for the obvious nod to archer, Archie is I'm pretty sure an actual German name that means bold or brave (is anyone German here? If so, can you confirm/deny? I just saw it in a site and said okay). I think that after the 2nd Quarter Quell there tried to be uprisings, and this time 12 was an active part of it. And Mr. Everdeen was a part of it. In fact I think that Mr. Hawthorne might have too. Gale seems feisty enough. I have also seen a very interesting take on a fanfic were the reason Archie, Mr. Hawthorne and co died in the accident was to punish the people who tried to rebel and because of their association with Haymitch. Since almost everyone was a coalminer Snow just blew the mine up. The only merchant in the rebellion was Naan and he was punished by reaping his youngest (yes, it goes against his name a little, but I like it).

So yeah. That's my thoughts, feel free to help here. Also I wouldn't have a problem with a new name for Mr. Everdeen, I'd search more but right now it's 3:05 am. @lucysnow1106 I'm pretty sure that the fic I'm mentioning is from your bookmarks (yes, I did read the fics there that caught my interest) so maybe you remember the fanfic's name? Thank you!

#thg #the hunger games #thg series #hunger games #the hunger games trilogy #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #mr mellark #mrs mellark #mr everdeen #mrs everdeen #maysilee donner #haymitch abernathy #thg headcanons #headcanon #hunger games headcanon #the hunger games headcanon

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rw47vr-key · 2 years ago

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You'll be alright

◆ Characters : Jake x Fem! MC + another character ◆ Summary: a very short imagination snippet,kinda related to episode 10 ◆ Warning: hurt, language etc(Im so sorry, someone's lazy to proof read) (A/N at the end)

"What?do you have a death wish?? Please trust me. Go back to your home!I'm going inside the mine and that's settled. Hurry up!.

"...Remember , I'm doing this only for you and Hannah's safety! ", a tired voice yelled at the other side of the call and hang up without even waiting for a reply.

"Wait! It's not only about the TWO of us!! Dammit Jake! ", MC cursed, almost throwing her phone out of anger and frustration. Anger and frustration that was born in her heart, that was broken and broken repeatedly because of the different harsh realities this guy has put her to struggle in.Despite being aware of it, she kept failing in controlling her heart from loving him.

" Should I even trust him in this? " "One Or other way I am always tangled up with him in my life,does he even know who I really am? Or is he pretending not to know? ", so many thoughts and imaginations flooded her head, she sighed , burying her face in her hands.

She looked at her watch hopelessly,there was only 30 min until jake would reach the mine. She calmed herself down and started her car towards the duskwood forest.

After travelling for what felt like hours, she hopped out of the car and opened the back door.It was so dark around her and she tried her best to not make any evident sound.

"I warned you not to come here", Jake murmered coldly right behind her ear. Surprised by the sudden voice, she screamed a bit louder , for which he hushed and placed his hands on her mouth, assuring her that it was only him, the hacker.

She huffed in relief ,tears ready to fall but then she could see his eyes widen in surprise, as if he saw a familiar figure before him. He blinked a few times,wondering if it was a hallucination.Though it was dark, the warmth and presence was so familiar that he can't understand whether it was real. "No it is her, definitely her, the MC I loved 4 years ago", he thought , slowly taking off his hands from her. She could see him trembling in realisation and he called out her in nickname that he used to call, and she nodded wiping her tears. "Too late in finding out me, Jake.You know, I was very upset that you didn't realise it was my new number, my voice,even though I recognised you right away! And hah! you call yourself a hacker".

He interrupted in a rather pleading voice"No ,no..its not what you think. I only looked for the name of the phone number that hannah sent.I didn't go through much of your personal data. I just ...thought the name was a coincidence.I..."

" you left me alone without a proper goodbye like in those damn old movies", she screamed, which woke up the sleeping baby in the back seat of the car. The baby started crying immediately, she picked him/her up, weeping along with him/her.

Jake gave her a doubtful gaze ,and then looked at the tiny being whose fluffy hair and little nose resembled him ,he realised what the beautiful truth and the life ahead of him he missed and how much of a jerk boyfriend he was to her."I...didn't know. I am..I am sorry. In the end,I was the same as my...", he cried inaudibly and fell on his knees before her. She quickly rushed to hug him before he could say that word. "No! I know why you left. It's not entirely your fault. Please! , I didn't come here for that! Let's leave it to the police! I'm begging you! I am afraid you will leave me and our baby alone! I don't want that! ", all those lonely days' sorrow ached in her heart, she cried on his shoulders,as he pulled her closer and hummed , " I already saved her", and when she became silent after hearing that, he kissed her forehead and also the baby,and continued "And you saved me. I promise I won't leave you again. ", and with that said, he fainted leaning on her.

He was not injured outside anywhere, but the wounds deep inside him were only there, and she could feel it as she gazed at his strong yet fragile body. She whispered as if reciting a wishful prayer,"Don't worry, jake, I promise to take away all your pain".

"Officer! someone's here! Oh there are two, no three of them!Hey! Are you alright, miss? ", A paramedic hurried with a torch in his hand.

She carressed Jake's cheek not taking his eyes off him, and responded with a soft smile "yeah we will be alright. "

A/N: Hii lovelies 💙 yepp,It's been a longg time(also I wrote this on a whim haha).I apologize if there is any mistakes. I know this was unrealistic but if you've read this until the end, thank you😅😭❤Take care! ily!🌸💕

#duskwood #duskwood jake x player #duskwood jake #duskwood MC #I may delete it too jskhgsjjh #duskwood fandom #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #iamjake #duskwood episode 10 #writings☆

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flutteringfable · 1 year ago

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horse girl (gender neutral) kaeya hcs bc i am also a horse girl (gender neutral)

oh yeah baybeeee time to be a horse nerd for the benefit of my fanfictionssss <3

kaeya isnt a huge favorite character of mine but as an equestrian myself i love thinking abt his own horse experiences lol. also soft-ish ragbros content because i desperately want them to be happy *shakes fist at hoyoverse*

warnings: mentions of character death, major spoilers for kaeya and diluc’s story (mostly what’s covered in the manga), and possible contradictions to the canon timeline? like idk if i got stuff right about the timeframe/age of kaeya being adopted, joining the knights, etc but hopefully it can be overlooked since it isn’t a major part of the hc list lmao

kaeya has loved horses his whole life

both his original father and diluc’s had horses, so he’s been around them a lot

when he was little, he spent all his time playing in the stables

by the time he was around 10-12, a little bit after he was taken in by the ragnvindrs, he could care for the horses by himself

crepus would ask him and diluc to help him name new foals

he started learning to ride almost immediately after getting better at caring for the horses

diluc and kaeya would follow crepus on horseback through the wilds of mondstadt sometimes when they accompanied him for errands

after crepus died, kaeya taught himself, and surprisingly became rather skilled

i like to think that there was a period where kaeya and diluc were close immediately following crepus’ death before they drifted apart

so, kaeya taught diluc a lot of what he knows now about horseback riding

when kaeya joined the knights of favonius cavalry, he felt right at home

he learned some vaulting and one-handed skills from training with the other knights

so now he’s REALLY good

he excitedly tells diluc everything he learns whenever he can

diluc listens, but this is during the period when they started to drift apart, so he feels the smallest twinge of jealousy

regardless, a small part of him is proud of kaeya, and he does his best to voice this since he doesn’t want to dampen his brother’s mood

nowadays, kaeya likes to go for quiet rides around windrise on his days off

(context + horse nerd rambling incoming!

for those of you who might not know, most horse’s “names” are nicknames! domestic horses have what i can only describe as “legal names” or as they’re more commonly known, “show names.” these names are typically structured similarly to actual names, with two words (“shooting star”), but some people will use phrases (“a walk with grace”) or titles of movies, songs, etc (“dark side of the moon” “candy crush”). i don’t wanna bore you with the details here, but if you’re interested just look up how horses’ show names are chosen! okay back to the kaeya horse girl hours)

kaeya bought his own horse about three years after he joined the cavalry

she’s a fresian (very pretty breed i love draft horses so so much mwah my big fluffy babies) named shining miracle

kaeya calls her miracle or mira for short

everyone in mondstadt knows mira

kaeya sometimes walks her through the city on patrols, and will almost always be stopped by people leaving gentle pats on mira’s neck and saying hello

during the windblume festival and weinlesefest, kaeya likes to braid cecilias and windwheel asters into her mane.

mira is gentle and soft tempered, so even in the most chaotic of festival settings she will stand quietly

during festivals she gets lots of extra treats, and bakers in mond have taken to making special horse-friendly treats especially for her

needless to say, she’s very well taken care of by both kaeya and the entirety of mondstadt

sometimes, when he’s stressed or otherwise upset, kaeya will take mira out to the shore and gallop her up and down the beach

(with breaks, of course. no matter how pent up he may be, kaeya would never push mira to exhaustion because of it)

okay if anyone has more questions about mira and kaeya i would be so so happy to answer them i’m kind of obsessed

hoyoverse give us horses to ride ingame challenge (IMPOSSIBLE) (look i know that would make it feel more like a zelda clone but come ONNNN i want a pretty horse)

#fable writes 💫#kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya headcanons #kaeya genshin #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #diluc genshin

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me-fangirlingxxx · 1 year ago

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His Weak Point

Summary: I got bored and thought about this scenario where Holly and Butler are trying to convince Artemis with something, but he wouldn’t budge, so Butler uses the secret weapon which is…. Sophias pout..

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For the weekend, Holly, Butler and their relatively new friend Sophia, are gathered in Artemis’ study to discuss this new “mission” that their genius friend dragged them into.

Apparently there have been some alarming actions that have taken place at some institution in America and Artemis is convinced that it could be a potential threat to the People. His plan was solid and backed with evidence. As always.

However, his friends are worried about a certain man named Louis Cain, one of the founders for said institution. Butler wants a more in-depth background check “I smell something fishy” he said. Artemis didn’t know what fish had to do with their situation, but looked passed it saying he did all the research possible and that Louis was just a clueless decoy. Unfortunately for Artemis, Holly and Sophia were on Butlers side, but he didn’t budge and stood his ground, confident in his work.

After all, Artemis Fowl the second rarely missed a piece of info in his researches no matter how small. Right?

“I trust him, but I’m still not convinced..” said Butler from his standing place by Artemis’ desk after he left the room “Holly, any ideas?”

“I’m with you, but I’m also empty handed” answered Holly crossing her arms while sitting on top of the backrest of an armchair…

“Artemis can see reason, but he’s also pretty stubborn” Sophias statement drew a chuckle out of Holly. Captain Short liked this new girl, but nothing really seemed to surprise her anymore since her adventures in space and fighting aliens. Holly envied her for it sometimes, but she’s also fresh out of death wishes after everything she went through in the past years.

“I have an idea!” Said the bodyguard suddenly “enlighten us” told him Holly. Butler didn’t elaborate any further, he just looked at Sophia who was sitting on the couch with a rare smirk on his face..

Holly was confused and so was Sophia, but not for long before shock and then disgust painted her face.

Sophia crossed her arms and looked away “no way in hell!” She exclaimed. “Come on Soph!” Said Butler, using the nickname he and their Time Lord friend adopted for her. Artemis thought it was ridiculous to shorten someones name like that (apart from what his mother calls him but he wouldn’t admit it).

“I said no! It weirds me out and makes me feel…thing” countered Sophia

“But you know it’s affective on him”

“What? What is it?!” Holly was growing curious and impatient really quickly..

Sophia closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if convincing her self “ok…here goes nothing..” Holly was still confused so she looked at her friend for and an explanation, but all Butler served her was a wink and a thumbs up. Well, if he says so.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting” Artemis spoke walking into the room with three files in his hands “worked on these last night for you to take a look at. I know digitally would have been better, but written is just a preference of mine” he told them handing the files “yeah we know” said Holly looking through hers.

Artemis went about their plan about stopping and possibly eliminating the American institution and by the end, and before he concluded their brief meeting “any questions?” He asked..

“Yeah I have one..” said Sophia raising her hand like she needs permission to speak, an adorable habit Artemis thought of it.

Holly was on the edge of her seat, or her seats backrest for that matter, what could Sophia possibly say or do?

“Why can’t we just investigate this Louis man more? You might never know, it could helpful..” she said Artemis crossed his arms “as I said, I already did my thorough research on everyone there and he’s useless to say the least” he answered.

Holly didn’t what was this “idea” that Butler implied until..

A frown appeared on Sophias face and she..pouted?!

Sophia was pouting at him and then looked away like a child that got denied opening their birthday presents before the cake.

Artemis uncrossed his arms, sighed a long one and a smile crept on his face “alright..” he said “..a take another look, but no promises” Sophia smiled at him.

Holly looked at Butler as she tried to holed her jaw together and saw him holding a laugh. Captain Short thought if she did what Sophia did right now at any given moment in her long life and Artemis’ humanly short one, he would probably comment about how childish she is acting.

At the end of it all and while Holly was ready to fly out of here back to her home underground, Butler whispered to her “he didn’t realise it yet”

#I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head for DAYS I tell you #had tp get it out of my head to make space for actually projects #artemis fowl #domovoi butler #holly short #fowldom #af doctor who au #af #artemis fowl oc #oc #fanfic #artemis fowl fanfic #oc x canon #fanfiction #writing #my writing

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the-one-true-vexxter · 11 months ago

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Kuro 🖤🧒

Full Name: Kuro (they consider this a placeholder name until they find their purpose) Nicknames: The Patchwork Demon, Death's Child Universe: Dalin (about 60 years into the future) Species: Demon (in Dalin they're closer to demigods or nature spirits) - though they are a reincarnation of another character of mine, Yun Age: Child - newly spawned! Birthday: April 23rd Height: 4'11" Pronouns: They/Them (nonbinary) Orientation: Unknown Occupation: Child Demon (still figuring out their purpose!) Abilities: Still growing in power, but right now, invisibility and hovering in the air for a short while. If they're injured, they can heal quickly and with the right tools can sew themself back together, like a ragdoll. They're also a natural empath and can "see" emotions as they emanate from an individual even if they do not understand it. But their main ability is inducing visions using their own concentrated emotions - though these are often unintentionally dark and frightening in nature. Basic Personality: They are innocent and childlike, wanting to freely wander through life and learn as much as they can about the world with boundless curiosity. They've claimed what is essentially the Grim Reaper (friend's character) as their "father" and follow him around for his duties, which satisfies their connection to humans and other mortals and their innate desire to help others. Somehow they are both timid and brave, as while they can get overstimulated and overwhelmed by the world around them, they also aren't afraid of conventionally scary things for Dalinian demons, such as priests and angels, and will try to start conversations with them even though they only speak Ancient Demonic. However, this naivety combined with a child's impulsiveness is what, unfortunately, gets them into the most trouble. Likes: Butterflies, exploring, spending time with their father, helping people, the memories of mortals, soup, meeting new people, socks, priests, asking questions, the unknown, breaking things Dislikes: Spending too much time away from the Overworld, crowds of people, being cold, yelling, hunters, being told they can't do something, large animals, mediums and Seers

#dalinian #demon #oc tag #original character #oc intro #vexx's-ocs #oc:kuro #tw: body horror #at least i think it counts as body horror

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snazzyladreal · 1 year ago

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Alright, lore dump about Kirby OCs

Specifically about these two

Alright this is long, so get a snack

So hundreds and thousands years ago, there was an artist who was also a mage. She was a refugee from an unknown threat that destroyed her original planet. She ended up on a dying planet, with other refugees.

They made several art projects, most of which are lost to time, but the most remarkable creations are from the end of her life. Being crippled by a disease, their largest project came from her wondering what would happen if beings based off pure emotion existed.

This lead her to creating a rainbow of what she called ‘Spectors’, each based off a major emotion and the feelings associated with them. Using items such as clay, lava, plants, and a beautiful type of crystal in the mines that were all over the small planet.

Purple was made of crystal, representing trust and reliability. Made to look like a simple orb on two stick legs(cough, possibly a kiwi bird), it was given a small crown and nicknamed ‘Kudros’

Dark Blue was made of a clay that never fully hardened, representing knowledge and seriousness. A golem body that moved on strange squishy limbs, it was nicknamed ‘Sapio’

Light Blue was made out of a bundle of sticks and feathers, representing trustworthiness and imagination. With 4 wings and a protective colorful helmet, it was nicknamed ‘Imagal

Green was made out of rocks and moss, with a water wheel for a heart, representing nature, peace, and security. With thundering steps and long locks of flowers, it was nicknamed ‘Portasnorm’

Yellow was made of fresh flowers and hay, representing happiness and hope. With skipping steps and nearly dancing gait, it was nicknamed ‘Optimim’

Orange was made of metal rods and blocks of cement, representing optimism and confidence. With clunking steps and a somewhat graceful movement, it was nicknamed ‘Elan’

Red was made from clay and hot coals, representing courage and to a lesser degree, anger. The closest thing to a somewhat human form, it was nicknamed ‘Valout’

Pink was made from unknown materials, representing love and passion. With small feathered wings and standing on 4 arms, it was nicknamed ‘Cupio’

When she was done with all of the Spectors, she named them all and showed them the purpose of their nature, but this time was cut short. In an shift of the ground that took out all the other sources of life on the planet, the artist panicked and sent all of the spectors into different ships and launched them across the universe, hoping they would all make it.

Although she thought she would’ve died soon after, a month later the artist remained. In her loneliness and in her thoughts, she finally saw how making the spectors could go terribly wrong. So, although she was crippled and weak, she gathered as much of the planet’s crystal as she could, and started making a knight.

She had heard stories of heroes from the other side of the universe, fighting back to protect the weak from the horrors out there. She wanted a hero to keep her safe for her final days, so she carved, polished, and enchanted the crystal, creating a knight who was given life with the power of the stars themselves. Starite Knight.

The artist took the knight and showed them the planet, which was dry and brittle. She told stories of the flowers and forests and the life that populated the universe. She gave it targets to practice using its weapons, ready to protect all who need it. And on her last day, the artist showed the knight the power of love by letting it hold her as she cried.

After the artist’s death, Starite used their small staff to return flowers to the planet, using them to seal the house of the artist shut forever. And the it launched itself into space, carrying out the mission and wish of it’s creator.

Most of Starite’s journey is unknown, but their most notable event is gifting Ripple Star its crystal. After fending off an attack from Dark Matter sometime inbetween the sealing of the Aeon Knight and the many series of events focused around Planet Popstar, Starite banished Dark Matter from taking over the galaxy. After the fight, the fairies who had recently become the dominant species on the planet Ripple Star, celebrated the victory. During this time, Starite Knight gifted a crystal to the planet to help keep the galaxy safe, as well as help make a crown for the known infamous Fairy Queen Ripple.

Several years ago, Starite Knight was cracked in battle. They continued fighting until it won, but their injuries weren’t easy to fix. Using their staff, they disguised themselves as a star so they could rest and heal. They remained this way, until Cupio made itself known again.

#kirby ocs #oc lore #lore dump #my art

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hils79 · 1 year ago

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20 questions writer meme

I was tagged by @thesilversun and @kholran

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

262

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,385,657

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now just DMBJ, although I've also written for The King's Avatar this year and I'm toying with writing for Mysterious Lotus Casebook

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unleashed (800)

Visible to All But Me (636)

The Truth About Cats, Dogs and Penguins (613)

In which Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are surprisingly capable parents (530)

Not The Russian Way (514)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do my very best to, because I come from LJ where that was just the polite thing to do. I do occasionally miss stuff but I do my very best to reply to everything

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angst. Even my major character death fic had a happy ending with a reunion in the afterlife

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Pretty much all of them?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not directly. I don't think I've had anyone reply to a fic of mine with hate. People used to bitch about me and my writing on Livejournal back in the day (ah the Supernatural anon meme my most loathed), and someone in the Smallville fandom once accused me of plagiarism because I posted a fic with a vaguely similar theme to theirs (and everyone shut her down for being an idiot).

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have done, but I don't think I'm very good at it so I tend not to bother anymore. Fade to black works just as well for my style of writing

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Oh, please let me talk to you about the crossover I co-wrote with a friend which was Lex Luthor from Smallville paired with a character named Rodney (also played by Michael Rosenbaum) from a short web series he did called Shear Love. Obviously I can't stop you from seeking it out but I will warn you it has dubcon and mpreg. It's the weirdest thing I have ever written and the fact that it's not my least kudosed fic still baffles me

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

There's an orphaned copy of one of my Supernatural RPF fics on AO3 so I guess whoever stole it abandoned it?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Someone translated one of my MCU fics into Chinese While Phil Was Sleeping

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep in a bunch of different fandoms. I'm pretty sure me and @bambiesque wrote Buffy fic together, and I've co-written in Smallville, Supernatural and DMBJ

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Don't make me choose one of my children. They are all special to me.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

My Untamed Hotel AU. Occasionally I think 'maybe' but that ship has sailed now I think

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. If I could get away with just writing a script without having to describe scenery and what people are feeling I probably would

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing stuff

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't think I'd use full sentences but I do use Chinese words if it's a nickname or a title

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Still my most prolific fandom over 20 years later. DMBJ is creeping up there but is still way off catching up

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Probably Juxtaposition just for the sheer length and amount of time I spent working on it. I'm very proud of that one.

Tagging anyone who wants to play

#tagged #my fic #kholran #thesilversun

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