#and its just a random guy from the Earth Kingdom

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

my lucifer headcanons

note: these are just my own head canons. things i’ve noticed, how i write lucifer, what plays into why i write luce the way i do… etc. purely my own opinion.

- i think michael was very fond of his brother

- when the time came though to listen to dad and fulfill his duty or be a brother to lucifer michael chose duty

- the betrayal is still a sore spot for lucifer

- during lucifer’s “youth” he was curious, always dreaming up incredible creations… it was why he was dads favorite.

- he made the star fish, “because the sea deserves its own stars!” and he also made the duck. the ducks first iteration was quite a bit larger… lucifer and god compromised on a smaller duck. (more like god bribed lucifer.)

- he watched adam be made…. so he was always fond of him and lilith… until he fell in love with lilith…

- he didn’t realize it was love

- but michael knew and michael was scared. so he would draw lucifer away from the garden every chance he got

- lucifer was very naive when he was cast down to hell. he knew so much, he had been alive for so long, but there was so much life experience he didn’t have.

- the first few years in hell were horrible…

- he had hope at first

- maybe it all wouldn’t be so bad

- it was really bad. like really bad. the people who came down to hell were unspeakable devils

- (this is based off a fic i read and i can’t find it, if this rings any bells pls let me know the fic name) but lucifer is continuously appalled and distraught by the atrocities committed in his name.

- it’s one of the reasons he so powerful. he has the angelic power but also the power from those who worship him and make sacrifices for him

he really hates it. a lot. makes him feel no better than the worse overlord (cough alastor cough)

- charlie has no idea and she’ll never know if he can help it

- lucifer smells like apples and vanilla musk, a hint of cinnamon and something floral or citrusy.

- the floral or citrus changes depending on his mood

- he has a huge library. he actually pops up to earth with Asmodeous sometimes and takes books.

- he saved the whole Library of Alexandria’s books before it burned down

- he’s great friends with all the sins

- arguably closest with Beelzebub and Asmodeous

- he loves claw machines. the lights, the sounds, the prize winning???? he’s so fucking happy

- he actually wears glasses to read. he doesn’t need them but he says they make him look smarter.

- is actually a pretty good leader, is not nearly as forgiving as charlie is, but he’s not inherently cruel

- his third favorite color is pink

- his first and second are yellow and red, obviously

- he has expensive ass, maximalist taste.

- he doesn’t use tech because he knows what vox does to said tech.

- he’s always wanted a dog

- he’s very touchy. shows love physically. is only this way if he likes you though

- he has nightmares almost every night

- coffee addict

- because after not sleeping he wakes up looking like death warmed over

- and that’s if he didn’t forget to eat the past few days except for random snacks and didn’t do a 48 hour blitz of staying up working on ducks or the bit of kingdom shit he does.

- he has a handful of servants who he trusts and they are the only one in the house. there’s no team. nothing like that. he keeps it very close

- this was after someone who was a servant tried to throw an angelic dagger at his head because really they wanted to kill him and thought working for him would get them close enough.

- he homeschooled charlie. he knows a lot of stuff and even knew the guy who created calculus!

[blackbloodteeth]

Cross the Delta

Okay so I think it's pretty well documented at this point that I'm not really a smut guy, not really my thing, but I was just so infuriated that my good friend @chickycherrycola had been struggling with posting their works to tumblr due to an issue with it not showing up in any tags, that I decided to write smut purely to spite tumblr back.

Huge thank you to Cherry for both giving me the Cherrytober 2024 prompt "Love Bites", as well as giving this a read-through because I am understandably all over the place haha. I'll probably post this fic to AO3 during the actual prompt date, for now though here's the whole thing under the read more (please go easy on me, both for stepping outside my comfort zone and also not containing that much actual smut lmao).

Rating: Mature Relationship: Soul x Maka Tags: Mild Smut, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nudity, Sharing a Bed, Sharing a Bath, Sharing a Beyond, I dunno axolotls or something Summary: Imagine if you will that it was instead Maka who had been found out to have been a witch, having one day awakened her magic and deciding to leave her life behind under the cover of night to escape an imminent trial, especially as the years of her deep partnership with Soul had begun to affect him in strange, unforeseen ways that the eyes of Order may consider too dangerous. Of course, Soul being who he is, would follow her anywhere without hesitation. Now out at the ends of the Earth on their own, there's so much he doesn't know about himself anymore, and even more so about the soul-deep connection they still share. Somehow despite being on the run, they've managed to have more time than ever to figure things out. Words: 2,838 (Full fic below!)

Sand sinks beneath his soles while the warmth of her hand soaks right through his palm. The bare light of the dregs of dawn watches them as Soul almost turns to look behind him, stopping when he meets the bright, shining green eyes of his partner, telling him that it's okay, they don't need to look back. He can envision it in his mind's eye, the city they once called home towering like its own kingdom, now shrunken in the distance they've both walked and still waiting for them to fall completely out of sight.

Maka's fingers deepen their grip between his and she gives him just the most gentle smile in the world, just for him now that it's all they have aside from the few possessions and the cloaking garments on their backs. A faint silhouette of the edges of his teeth poke out from the slight laugh he reflects from the surreal little feeling still following him, maybe them both, before she nods and takes his other hand. He then lets the flow of light consume him as she holds him in her gloves.

The narrow dark-red of Soul's glare squints back at him from the glass, fangs bared before his eyes inevitably drop back down to the marred line of stitches across his chest. Harsh bathroom light crosses through each line over his skin but does nothing against the faint red glow sitting inside all of it. He flicks the light off, seeing both his eyes and the glow of his soul pierce through the dark of the mirror, until it softens again when the switch flips back on.

A huff clenches his hand against the sink into a fist, the other gripped tightly around the little journal that he's barely opened, probably intended to stay that way while he slams the light off, stomps out, and paces in no particular direction through his side of the motel room. Intended until he pauses, stares at his eyelids towards the ceiling, and finally yanks the pen out, rushing back to the bathroom, light practically punched on, before he tears the small book open to a random page and forces everything out of his head all at once.

His shoulders tense through his teeth as the soaked fabric peels away from his skin, the careful hands of his partner stopping when he grips them, eyes unable to escape hers this time. Even from the reverberation of her wavelength, Soul can feel the fear echoing back at him, taunting him, replaying that haze of fangs and flesh he woke up screaming from over and over and over again. Until Maka actually grabs his hand back, grinding his breaths to halt as a different echo ripples through him like a fish circling around him. Breathe. Breathe. I'm here.

Slowly he lets her lift the rest of his shirt away, no longer clinging to his skin in a chill of rust and horror, just tremble in the sweat of a vivid nightmare and the apprehension of the faint red glow still beating beneath his skin. He's still shivering, still meek as a kitten when she lightly reaches for it and the heat of her fingertips traces around the embers sitting just below the surface. Maka sighs softly, much like her palm pressing against it, watching him again even before he hesitantly fits one of his hands over her fingers.

Blankets shuffle in the dark, quieting, and then shift to the side as Maka sits up. Across the room in this hotel, she can see almost clear as day the red glow coming from his heart and his eyes while he's staring directly at her, not even a wink of sleep blinking back. With a sigh, she steadily scoots off of the bed and trails the blanket around her, subdued waves of panic bundling up the tight knot of anxiety in the corner strumming silently for her to stay away, away, away.

Her hand gently leans down to tap the side of Soul's arm, sighing again when the anxious warnings only grow louder, poorly masked by a grunt trying to point her back to the bed. A huff plops Maka down right by his side, huddling up close to the cloak he swaddled himself in and making herself a nuisance that so adamantly insists she will not budge if he doesn't. In the quiet that follows, his wavelength plucks softer this time, ushering them up from the corner of the room with him clinging to her side.

Soul's chest spews out an exhale, fighting with the shower curtain before quickly turning back to Maka, her arms crossed and eyebrow raised until it wavers with a hearty chuckle despite the circumstance. He rolls his eyes, hoping the urgency of their situation tugs hard enough through their connection and screeching to a halt when she walks up close, waving it away with a return thrum of what must be done, or it won't be at all. A rough swallow immediately moves him aside as Maka goes about undoing her top, letting Soul focus on taking off his shirt to stare at the glow beneath his scar while he hears her fully undress, him likewise the same.

The water feels startling cold before it eventually warms up, falling from the showerhead in earnest once the temperature is comfortable enough for her. For him, his face feels a bit too warm. Just make it quick, that was the goal; A shared goal he agreed upon, she allowed, and they're both going through before they're on the run again. Little comforts like this were sometimes few and far between, and between him and her... well he's getting used to it. He thinks.

Soul doesn't say anything when he agrees to let her help clean his back, same with him for Maka's. The way their souls bounce back and forth feels both like a familiarity he can ease into and a distraction.

Maka chews more eagerly as the yolk starts to spill out, making Soul unable to help the smile taking over while it makes cramming his sandwich into his mouth a little tougher. There's a delight, the kind that comes from the small things in life, fluttering in his chest at the way her legs kick over the edge of the library's roof, and he has to admit that part of it's from how good this tastes since the last time he's had eggs. True to form, his hand cups under his chin as it's his yolk's turn to try and escape its tasty fate, much to the I told you so nudge he gets from her elbow.

Admittedly, for as hot as it was already this time of morning, the city below looked beautiful with the way the sun washed over it like a painting. Even better, it's the small things in their life together like the way she smiles and the food dripping from the corners of her cheeks and the shimmer in her eyes as she scoffs at how much he managed to get on his face too. It pulls him away again, though, the edges of the second set of teeth beneath his tongue and the hunger for something else even before his sandwich has run out. And true to form, he looks up to Maka again when her shoulder lightly bumps him, head tilting to meet his eyes and the wavelength he's holding back with loose fingers.

She can hear his arms slide further over his knees but not a peep more. After another deep breath of hesitation, Maka flips past the cover, starts grazing through each page of scrawled handwriting and messy doodles and repeated nightmares on loop, like a record stuck beneath its needle. Dreams and thoughts of axolotls and souls, and fires burning him up, and teeth grinning from the darkness that turn into his, and the suffocating reality as the writing gets harder to decipher as the pages continue on, sketches of sharp fangs starting to take up more space. Something in her heart feels heavy and brittle when all the little drawings she recognizes as herself are all surrounded by the deafening silence he smothered over his suffering.

Quietly, she shuts his journal. Soul hasn't moved in the slightest when she turns back to him. Doesn't even lift a glance for a moment until he hears the sniffle, guilt and something fiercely vulnerable glowing from the embers of his soul. A slow, steady breath in, and a weighted exhale out before he nods, letting Maka sit up to him, holding her arm around him as another stifled sob starts to break out. Bringing him in as close as possible when a shudder chokes out from his head leaning deeper into the crook of her neck.

A sigh as soft as silken sand brings him back to the gentle gaze of her smile, the tilt of her throat outlined by waves of her dull blonde hair, undone and flowing down to her collar, and earnest muscle of her arm, hardworking and strong even on the run. The skin of her palm feels rough beneath his thumbs, the back feeling deceptively soft for how toned it is. His breath remains steady as the scent of her flesh and blood presses ever so lightly up to his lips.

Soul's eyes close, soaking it in, wanting to memorize each note of the pulse beneath as hers, her song and life and soul literally in his hands as her wavelength waits like a gentle shore on a pleasant day in his memories. Very, very slowly, he brings his mouth over the space between her thumb and index finger, letting the sharp, sharp edges of all his teeth sit right against the skin he could easily pierce within seconds. But he doesn't. Her hand rests delicately between his jaws while his eyes steadily reunite with Maka, his partner, his greatest friend, and the absolute faith shining back at him that pricks at the corners of his sockets.

He brushes his tongue where the saliva pooled as he detaches, pausing at the thrum of contentment he either wasn't paying full attention to or had just begun to ripple from the interwoven threads of their connection. Soul then runs said tongue awkwardly over his mouth at how Maka leans to expose more of her neck, knitting her hand through his fingers, pulling them in with tugs of trust. Blowing a long breath through his mouth, almost in a whistle, he lets himself carry that feeling towards himself too, scooting up closer and closer until her breath tickles against the lulls of his smile.

Maka's fingers gently fit into the back of his hair before he reaches his head around to the side of her throat, hesitating, swallowing, then resting his lips against the pulse running through the calm and reassuring breaths of life sitting just beneath. Breath that holds as he loosens his mouth over them, fangs gaping right against the surface until he sucks in a little, a hand of his keeping steady over the other side while the scent, the trust, the strength she always gives him settles along the taste of her skin across his tongue. Dare he say he could actually feel comfortable with himself and the other set of teeth no longer a threat to her, until the way her fingertips swirl through his hair and the coarse sigh purring through her wavelength at the rough of his taste buds starts to stir up a different kind of hunger, one that... he hasn't allowed himself to think about, even before all this......

Hastily he licks away where he'd probably overstayed his welcome, however when Soul pulls away to assess her stare, a... calling? Something more gentle than a tug but more urgent than the usual prodding moves Maka's hand from around his head to slide over the warmth of his cheek, captivating all of his attention by just the simple motion of her thumb resting over the corner of his mouth, wanting to see his smile again. Leaving him in a trance when she sits back a little to slowly lie down, never pulling her gaze away even as she takes his other hand and fits it over her heart.

I'm not afraid of you. So don't be afraid of yourself.

It's just like her, so daring just to remind him that she's his partner no matter what as if he hadn't already literally followed her to the ends of the Earth. To trust himself, though...

The fingers over her heart interlock as Soul admires the way the light of their souls together paints her, maybe like an angel, but definitely like the strong, fearless person he always knows she is even if not a meister by name, even if he's still her weapon all the same; not a beast, not a demon, not any of that crap except for probably the most hopeless fool that just can't keep himself from grinning while he drapes his hair over Maka's forehead, pressing nose to nose.

I'm not afraid. And I don't want to be afraid of the way I feel about you anymore, if that's okay?

Oh he recognized the smell, alright: Meisters and weapons, at arms to hunt another witch, another monster, demon, Kishin. But he sure as hell didn't like it. Hated the way they all pointed their claws and bared their fangs at his partner, snarling at her as if they had the right to speak to her to begin with. Well he didn't have to like it, and he snarled right back – Bared his fangs, sharpened his claws, felt the burning, seething hatred ignite in his chest and stoke that glow into a full-blown beacon, coursing that pure, hot iron through the war drums of his veins just under his skin. And he let it all out.

Maka's heels remain firmly planted into the ground even as a raging burst of magic, like feathers, explodes out from Soul, the force of nature whirling around her until it quickly takes the form of a giant salamander floating above her, talons outstretched and several rows of sharp teeth hissing out at the frightened meisters who soon try to take aim at him. All too fast, the wind hurls him forward like an unyielding storm to blow them all away with just the end of his tail, giving them no time to recover from the distance gained as he flutters his feathery whiskers at Maka and swoops down to let her jump onto his mane, the gales then lifting them up to swiftly carry her away to the sky.

Onwards, under the cover of dusk, where the lingering sunset casts crimson embers throughout the fur of his slithering flight.

Pure exhaustion keeps his body sunken onto the floor of this abandoned train car, the chill starting to seep into his skin as it slowly reshapes back into the form of a person, the heavy lids of his eyes and hoarse, overworked breaths soon met by the frantic heat of fingers, her palms reaching for his chest, his face. He's okay, Maka reassures, and he believes it for as tired as he's turned now. It takes everything he has to try to sit up, and he's given everything in return with the immediate embrace that lifts him up into her arms where his ear rests against the still-racing adrenaline of her heart.

Soul likes the sound. It's okay if it goes a little slower.

A light laugh shakes him a bit, a sense of calm starting to find him again in the hum of something sweet easing up his wavelength and the stroke of fingernails running back and forth through his hair. It empowers him into sitting up on his own, even just a little, just to see her face again while the warmth of her palms holds his head upright, resting against his skin down from the glowing green eyes of an angel watching over him. No... the eyes of Maka, by no other name than the one he would and has followed to the ends of the Earth, even if they never find home.

It's... cliché, he chuckles, but it's true that... she is his home. He hopes that he's her home too. And what, did he think she would say he isn't? That all this time staring at him could possibly stop her from finally caving in and shoving her mouth onto his, which almost fully revitalizes him and invigorates him to bring his hands gripping back through her hair to pull them both further in. Now that's almost as messy as the instantaneous way Maka pushes him down (gently enough) onto the floor while they're already undoing each other's clothes, breathes fully ensconced in each other's throats until Soul quickly switches to breathing down her neck with his teeth, which she eagerly returns the favour for because while love bites, her love bites back harder.

[maydaybytheway]

something that has been going on my mind for a while is: where was aang running away to during the storm? well ladies and gentlemen and non binary folk, i think ive found an answer

the two places i could track down him going to are either the fire nation, or omashu in the earth kingdom, i pinned the relevant places here, and also the water tribe for later usage now, ill just state that he has no reason to head directly to the southern water tribe even though aang says he has friends all over the world, hes lying! there isnt a single mention of any friends from either water tribes, so.. yeah, hes either going to fire nation because of his boyfriend (kuzon) or to omashu (bumi)

you could make an argument hes going to either of the other air temples for some reason, but ill debunk that at the end SO. where would he be going? firstly i would like to track the location of the iceberg aang gets trapped in

in theory, the iceberg should be found somewhere along here in these trenches, where later, the wolf cove is founded now, we need to track how the heck it got to there, since we know aang wasnt flying near the south pole during the storm, nor that he was going to the water tribe BUT. before that

i would like to mention the fact that, with pixel measurements, the fire nations nearest city/village (fun fact! thats where yon rha lived, the killer of kataras mom) is closer than the shores that are near omashu objectively speaking, if aang was running away and wanted to get somewhere safe fast, the closest and best course of action would be to go directly to the fire nation anyways, presuming that aang takes the fastest and most direct approach with going to the fire nation, we can presume he could fall off around midway through, maybe a little bit before

these are the ways i see that this could somehow go, anyplace between those spots could eventually leave to the iceberg's location in the southern tribe keep in mind, this was 100 years of travelling with the oceans current, this didnt take like a day or something honestly, those trenches might look tricky, but they probably are all in a current that leads towards the ocean near the south pole, aka, the iceberg location now, for omashu:

this is what they COULD look like, but...

this is what they PROBABLY look like

there are just too many rocks and open spaces in the way, making it so that the iceberg would probably end up either in another place in the south pole, or stop near the air temples, or heck, maybe even the earth kingdoms shores "b-but. what if he was headed to the air temples!" well its your lucky day random anonymous guy i just made up, because i thought of that too

even without taking into account the distance and the fact that it would be pretty much impossible for aang to float to the iceberg location, aang would have no reason to go to the other air temples, especially the eastern one, since the whole point was to escape from the air nomads but anyways, now that weve got it all figured out, that aang, was indeed, going to the fire nation, you might be wondering, what was the point of this? why would you waste so much time on something that doesnt matter only to reach an irrelevant conclusion? well, dear hypothetical person the real reason is that KUZAANG IS CANON!! AANG WAS GOIGN TO RUN AWAY WITH HIS BOYFRIEND IN THE FIRE NATION AND THEN AND THEN THEY WERE GONNA KISS AND THEYD LIVE TOGETHER AND AND AND ALSO THE WAR WOULDNT HAPPEN. BECAUSE SOZIN WOULD SEE THEM AND WOULD THINK "damn... maybe air nomads arent so bad" AND AND AND THEN HAPPY ENDING.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

Something that bothers me in the worldbuilding of She-Ra is how Etheria doesn't feel like an actual planet

Every kingdom is like, miles alway from each other and the heroes can just walk to each one of them super easily. We never had an explanation on why there's some people who look animalistic while other look more human (i always assumed that the humans would be descendants from the first ones since Mara also looks very human, but since they all seemed to have left the planet i think that woudn't be possible)

And we don't really have a sense that the planet have multiple species. Like, we see that there's animalistic characters but there's never an explanation on what their species is, where they come from, etc. We never found out what is Double Trouble species, or Glimmer's, or those random goat characters that apear from time to time, it seems like they just wanted to make those characters...because!

The race thing is never explained in She-Ra, it feels a bit like the old Star Wars movies where they just made the aliens design without thinking on context, just because would make it looks cool. And it did, and we later found out where these guys come from, but we never have this with She-Ra

Also, everyone was kinda racist, they just call Rogelio "lizard guy" and the heroes seem to be disgusted at DT transformation

(And do they even have animals in Etheria? Or is kinda like pokemon where they mentioned an animal but that in the context of the show woudn't exist?)

this bothers me too. the worldbuilding is so lackluster, it hardly feels like a world at all. it feels like a 2d cutout of a planet. we never learn the difference between the cultures of each kingdom, because there seems to be no culture. and that's just realistic because culture and traditions are something that naturally comes about in a place where a bunch of people live.

i know i sound like a broken record but again, the reason atla's world seemed so real was because each nation had its respective culture and traditions, you could plainly see the difference between earth kingdom civilians and water tribe citizens, or fire nation locals and the air nomads. culture was, in fact, an important part of the narrative because it was the source of aang's biggest dilemma.

in spop, etheria is like a hologram or a metaverse kind of thing. apart from the heroes and villains, no one else matters. we never see the perspective of the civilians. and this is especially important because there's a fucking war going on. that doesn't just affect heroes and villains, it affects everyone. people were dying but that isn't really focused on because the crew was more interested in writing teenage conflicts and forced romances.

anyway, i digress. like you said, i wish we had gotten more explanation as to why some etherians were more animalistic and some weren't. they don't seem to be divided into groups and there's no explanation to why they are like that. its just for the ~ a e s t h e t i c ~. i'm not sure if the rogelio and dt thing counts as "racism" since they're different species, not different races. but it does feel a little iffy when put into perspective.

they do have animals in etheria btw, we see horses (swiftwind was literally a normal horse that was turned into a pegasus later) and i'm pretty sure there were aquatic creatures too? there was also melog though he's not a "normal" animal by any means.

[thereallycoolmonsterithoughtup]

some random guard at the castle: hey uhh... why are you so obsessed with Sir Kabru?

Surja: What kind of question is that??? Who wouldn't be obsessed with Sir Kabru?? His stature is perfect, it's always at a 90° angle when hes standing upright, he's always updated on politics and not only that he's basically always knows whats going on with everyone in the castle and outside the castle, he's so down to earth and he's such a good advisor !!! He only complains sometimes and when he does it's always reasonable complaints, he's really good at communication and he remembers everyone's names and his general time keeping is perfect , he's even got really good hair. How is his hair so perfect??? He's so beautiful and his eyes... his eyeliner his lashes they're ethereal... His time management is nothing to scoff at either-- its excellent how well he can serve His Majesty and the people and juggle literally so many things at once. That is some excellent work ethic!!! And his shoulders... his muscles... ahh... the way he spars in the training grounds is just so impressive!!! The way he moves and fights is reminiscent of how elves do it... elegant and graceful yet deadly and so quick too!!! I haven't even gotten started on his eyes... and his voice... and the way he looks when he's angry... hes so strong... Have you ever wondered what its like to talk one on one with Sir Kabru? its an enlightening experience and it makes you feel like you're the center of attention... It's amazing!!! A real work of art, that man!!!

the guard: oh wow... alright ... hes a really great guy, huh

Surja: Did you not hear a word I said? Anyway he's done so much in this Kingdom and I find it really amazing how he always does what's expected from him in an orderly manner, yesterday I talked to Lord Yaad and he was all like "oh yes!!! Kabru is always there to pick up the slack when theres minor tasks !!!" hes so overworked!!!! I need to make sure he eats 3 meals a day, don't you ????

the guard: (this is getting a bit weird even for me)

90 DEGREE ANGLE HHEEEEEELPPPP someone save the poor guard 😭😭

[whumping-valentine]

Hey you guys, who's ready to finally watch me live up to my username???

This piece is focused on Valentine and Vittoria. I realized that I don't have to wait until the main series arrives to talk about them, so I'm writing this!

Any little things like this I'll tag as "Butterfly Blood Extras" while the eventual main series will just be "Butterfly Blood."

So yeah, anyways, enjoy finally seeing Valentine in action! If you like the dynamic and lore feel free to stick around for the eventual chronological series 👀 it'll be out once Fawn and Hunter is completed.

Content: Slightly cocky (ex-)royal whumpee. Intimate whumper. Non-human / magical characters. Fantasy setting. Elemental magic. There's also very detailed, intimate, vampire neck biting at the end of this. Also stripping and nudity, but it doesn't lead to anything sexual. Also also whumpee has a collar.

They/she whumpee (Valentine)

She/her whumper (Vittoria)

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       After being cooped up underground for such extended periods of time, Valentine was overjoyed to finally be getting some fresh air, even if it meant they had to sneak out. The cool wind against their face, the sound of the chirping birds, the slight crunch of the earth beneath their feet, it could just about be Heaven. Even when they'd get to go outside, it was always at night. They could hardly remember the last time they saw daylight.

       It was cloudy that day, and it looked like rain was soon to come. While it was Val's favorite weather, they'd much rather see the sun at this point in time. They'd do anything to feel its warmth against their skin, even if it defied every rule of magic itself. But let's be honest, that was only but a dream.

      It didn't stop Valentine from trying, though. It never did.

      They tried everything they possibly could to move the clouds and change the weather. Every possible thing their mother ever taught them. Every stance, movement, and motion that their siblings mastered ages ago. Though for them, not even a single gust of wind bent to their will.

       Of course, they knew this would happen. They were nothing but the first-born disappointment. The destined Princess of the air and wind, heir to the Kingdom of Hearts, and yet they couldn't make even a single breeze.

       Princess Valentina Rose Papilio, the butterfly who never got her wings.

       They fell to the grass, hugging their knees to their chest as they wept against a tree. They should've been holding their mother's royal scepter, wearing her crown, making all of Heriviks proud. But she never even made it to phase one. Never got her wings, or her powers. Couldn't even control the Hearts' element of wind let alone the other three like the rest of the Papilio family could.

She had cousins from the Kingdom of Clubs, who's dominant magic was earth, do flawless air maneuvers. Who could control the Spades' fires with ease, and make formidable waves that even the most skilled Diamond would be jealous of. That was just the nature of her family, they were more than just royals, they were gods, too.

She was powerless without magic, and that powerlessness is exactly what Vittoria took advantage of. That magic that made her who she was, that should've ran through her blood. The magic that should've made her a god. Because without their magic... what difference does a god have to their subjects? There wasn't one.

There was a certain humble humility to that, of course. It's important for powerful, gifted beings to not be too full of themselves. It's their responsibility to use their powers to keep balance and peace in the world. A responsibility she was always told she would one day have, but would never be granted. A raised and bred god denied their destiny.

Vittoria always said it was fair. She was born into royalty by random chance, so it would be fair to take it all away, too. Maybe she was right. Maybe she deserved this. Maybe this was her destiny. Maybe a punishment from the universe. She wasn't too sure.

The thunder rumbled quietly in the sky, small drops of rain falling from the clouds, tapping against the leaves, hitting the earth. Wind rustled through the tree branches as autumn leaves fell in their breeze. Valentine turned their head to the sky, closing their eyes as their tears blended with the rain that washed down their cheeks.

It was the weather of her people, as was the autumnal season. The Kingdom of Hearts, the Land of Eternal Autumn. The Heartis butterflies, the creatures with air magic. Their heart longed for home so much in the early days, but now she could hardly remember her mother's face, or her sister's laugh. Even the sound of her brother's arrogant, whiny dramatics would be like music to her ears. All those things once took for granted, now a bitter, distant nostalgia. A time she could never go back to.

They sat there with their thoughts for so long. Even when the droplets began to pour they still stayed put in the grass, letting the storm cleanse them. It was almost meditative as they listened to the fierce wind, and rumbling skies. It was a warm, comfortable rain, and in it, they found themself back to a memory they'd almost forgotten.

They were out on the beach with their family when they were young. Their mother was teaching them and their siblings how to make rain. None of them had gotten their magic yet, so it was all just practicing the motions, with their mother actually creating rainfall by the end of the lesson. Valentine remembered getting their royal gown soaking wet, covered in sand.

They remembered feeling scared about the mess, until their mother encouraged them to have fun, chasing the four of her children with waves, springing sand castles up from the ground, letting the rain get them soaked. Amora Papilio had always looked to Valentina with the most pride in her eyes, being the first born.

It hurt so bad to watch it slowly turn to disappointment. Some days they wondered if the family ever even came looking for them. If they even worried. If they were happy about it.

Valentine sat out there for what felt like hours. They didn't want to go back to Vittoria, to the dark. They contemplated trying to find their way back to the Kingdoms, but they knew that was hopeless, and trying would just cause them even more trouble. Using whatever scarce strength they had, they stood back up and started the walk home.

The walk home? They scoffed at their own thoughts ...Since when did Hell become home?

Valentine eventually made it back to the entrance. A small hatch in the grass among many that would lead to an entire underground city of torment. They hopped down it and made their way through the various empty stone hallways, until they made it to the horrid front door. They nearly felt like throwing up as they turned the knob, willingly walking back to the worst place they knew.

       "Out playing in the rain it seems." Vittoria said as they entered, causing Valentine to jump, "Trailing mud and rainwater all over my floors. Don't beg for my attention when you get sick. What were you doing?"

       "Walking," Valentine replied, shutting the door behind them, "You know, like you said that I could."

       "I never said that. When did I say— ah, ah, ah! No trailing mud and water all over the carpets, you're a mess and you don't need to bring it in here. Take off your clothes, and tell me— when did I say that?"

Before the order was embarrassing and down right horrifying, but now it felt no different to taking off their shoes. They talked casually while they stripped without a second thought.

       "You told me this night that you did not need me today. You said that I could do whatever I wanted, sunrise to sunset. So obviously that means I did not have to sleep during the day then, yes?"

Vittoria looked displeased, but not angry, "I suppose so," she sighed. She always watched her words when making deals with Val, finding ways to twist them around while still being truthful. It was only fair they did the same back. She could only blame herself for this one.

Valentine smiled. They knew it would work at getting them off the hook, though they still worried, "Great! I had a good time outside."

       "How the hell did you even get outside?"

       "I took your keys." They casually replied, taking them out of their pants' pocket before taking them off. They tossed the keys to a very surprised, wide-eyed Vittoria.

       "You… you took my keys? How- when- you- you took my keys and just… came back?"

       "You and I both know how well things fared the last time that I attempted to leave. Besides, it is not like I even know how to get home, so even if I tried it would be all for naught."

       Vittoria sighed in frustration, rolling her eyes as she placed her head on her hand, "I thought you finally got rid of those stupid royal speech patterns."

       "Oh, I have. I just do them to annoy you now."

       "You used to be afraid of me."

       "You used to be scary."

       Valentine bit their lip as soon as the sentence left their mouth, and the mood instantly shifted.

       Vittoria stood up, "Oh, what's that? You think I'm not scary?"

       "I— n-no, ma'am, I just—"

       "You think I'm not scary?" She repeated, stepping towards them. Valentine slowly backed away. "You think I've grown soft? Lenient? So much so that you think you can just take my keys and sneak off in the middle of the day?"

Valentine shook their head vigorously, "No, no, it isn't that at all! I just— I know how your games work, I'm just playing by your rules! And— when you know the rules things just... become... easier?" They quietly squeaked, unsurely, shrinking down as she stood over them, backing them into a corner.

With a quick, simple motion, Vittoria hooked a leash onto their collar, "I'm not going to have to keep you leashed all the time, am I?" She asked, putting her hands on the wall, boxing them in, leash around her wrist.

"I— I sure hope not."

       Vittoria narrowed her eyes, "What games are you playing, Papilio? Because they're sure not mine."

       "I'm not playing any games!" They squeaked, voice strained as it started to fill with fearful tears.

       “Oh, you’re not, are you? Really? Could’ve fooled me.”

       Valentine was shaking like a frightened dog, trapped between her arms, stuck against the wall. Her gaze always felt uncomfortable and obtrusive, and in times like this where it was frightening, Valen felt like they could just combust on the spot. No matter if they avoided her eyes or squeezed their own shut, they could feel her staring, they always could.

       Her gaze was a threat, a predator stalking their prey, looking for insecurities. A fucking creep lusting after them like they were nothing more than a pretty toy. A gaze that could practically burn into their skin. Always intrusive, always threatening something, always felt. They just prayed she didn’t say—

       “Look at me.” She demanded, her hands going from the wall to their shoulders, causing them to tense and freeze, squeezing their eyes shut, tears leaking down their cheeks.

       “Bug…” She said, tone more irritated, growing darker. She slid her hands down their arms, “I won’t tell you again…” she grabbed tightly onto their wrists, and growled, “Look at me.”

       Valentine hitched a breath as they forced themself to open their eyes, staring at her like a deer in headlights, afraid and now unable to look away. Vittoria slightly tilted her head, and when they felt her lips kiss their neck underneath their collar, near their collarbone, their silent tears turned to crying.

       “P-please, no! No, don’t, please!”

       “You know much I love the taste of royal blood, baby bug.” She whispered into their ear, “I could do this allll the time, everyday, but I don’t. I know how much… distress it causes you. How much you hate it. I only do it when you fuck up.” She said, louder. Valentine cringed both from the volume and the curse. “You have no one to blame but yourself, you know that, yeah?”

"Y-yes, I know, ma'am, I'm sorry."

"You better be." She said, trailing her hands back up their arms, unlocking their collar, letting it fall to the ground. Having it off their neck made them feel more exposed than if they were fully naked... which they were, but now they really felt like it.

She planted slow kisses all over their neck. Valentine had never been more tense as their face flushed from the vulnerable intimacy, just waiting in anticipation for what was about to happen. Vittoria slowly turned kisses into licks, then to dragging her fangs across their skin, to nibbling, still not yet biting. Until she did, fast and suddenly, yet gentle. Valentine hitched a breath, and their breathing became labored.

       Her fangs lightly pierced through their flesh, just on the surface, so agonizingly slowly. It went from a simple pinch, to something that only got more and more unbearable. A mix of crying, screaming, and incoherent begging came from Valentine, getting worse as she sank her teeth deeper and deeper, penetrating their muscles as delicious, royal, godly blood seeped into her mouth.

She may have been presenting as a vampire, but her inner moth cravings didn’t just go away because of it. She had to fight against her instincts to just tear into their flesh and eat them alive. The insatiable hunger that a moth had was impossible to satisfy, but at least with blood, thirst could be quenched.

       She sunk her teeth firmly into their neck, holding them in place. By this point Val stayed quiet, focusing on their breathing, getting used to the pain. They winced as Vittoria sucked the blood. The horrendous throbbing, the feeling of the suction, her tongue, their own warm blood dripping down their neck. It should’ve been unbearable, yet they still managed to take it. They had no other choice, they never did. A butterfly at the mercy of the moth’s ravenous teeth. The teeth she was always warned about, a warning she never headed.

      Curiosity always bit the butterfly.

Vittoria could practically feel the blood flowing through their veins. She could sense the tension, and wild beating of their heart. She could feel their pulse on her teeth, and in their arms that she held tightly onto. She could feel their tension slowly slipping away as they grew more and more weak and limp. That was her sign to stop.

Finally, she pulled away, releasing her bite. Valentine was exceptionally pale, looking lightheaded and faint.

Vittoria chuckled, "Hm hm! Took a bit too much, didn't I?"

Valentine could only blink slowly in response. When Vittoria removed her hands from their arms, they collapsed forward, forcing her to catch them. "Oh, you poor thing." She cooed, holding them in her arms for a moment, dragging her fingers through their hair.

Oh, how she absolutely just loved them like this. So weak, fragile, and relaxed after putting up such a fussy fight. So calm, tired, and passive. A limp little ragdoll she could do anything to. The fact that it was caused by drinking their precious royal blue blood just made it all the more better. A part of them, now a part of her.

Though despite how great it was, it wasn't something she often did. It was reserved for special occasions, or spontaneous ones like this. The scarcity just made it more delightful for her, and more frightening for Valentine. She lifted them up into her arms, and carried them into another room.

       Vittoria wiped the wound clean while Val sat and sniffled. All that was left was a throbbing puncture wound accompanied by the bruise of a hickey. She placed a bandage over it, securing their collar back on over top it. She reached her hands up to their face, wiping away their tears with her thumbs. Val winced from her gentle touch. They always found it insulting and invasive. Such a gesture of fake, loving intimacy.

       Valentine moved their puffy, sad eyes to look at her, though her gaze no longer felt scary, or threatening. It was almost... admiral? Proud?

       Maybe sometimes it wasn’t fake.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked your first look at Val and Tori :3

If you did, you should be pleased to know that the full series I have planned for them is 50 chapters long, with each chapter most likely being over 3,000 words, at least. Though I tend to get between 4,000–5,000. You can tell I really love these two, I feel like you can just see it in how I write.

If you have any questions about the lore of the world or characters, or just wanna know more about them, please feel free to ask me in the comments or send an ask! I have a LOT of worldbuilding in this, and it can understandably get confusing. As the King of Yapping, I'd gladly go into more detail! I'm practically begging you! Haha.

Stay tuned for more of them! ♡♡♡

[feysandfeels]

LUISA READS FOURTH WING :)

Right fam, time for some dragon riding (non sexual… from what I have been able to gather)

Ngl, but reading (listening) the "a dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without its dragon is dead" after seeing so many tiktoks about it and them being all epic, has me giddy, has me excited. Here we go.

So far we have a cunty yet caring elder sister, a dead dad, a rude as fuck mum, a dead brother (who apparently was beloved above all) and a girl severely lacking in calcium.

"you won't get any special treatment just for being my daughter" my sister in christ, what special treatment? so far you have been nothing like an ass.

I cannot judge Violet for wanting to take her books with her....but babygirl from what I have seen you truly have no strength.. so like..sugar.. either develop some muscle or like let it go.

What's so wrong about being a scribe? like what do you all have against academia?

Okay no wait... what are they prepping her for? What the fuck is this subscription day? isn't it like just first day of uni?? Is she fighting? is it a race? to like the first dragon they can find? the first tunnel of their respective career?

aaaaaaaand here comes the childhood friend with soft brown eyes that laughs with his whole body.

Seems like extremely poor parenting to send your extremly untrained daughter into such a challenge... like she has to climb some rocks... and like run a lot, there's going to be wind. Like no. And for what? for the glory of your name? SHE CAN'T EVEN LIFT HER OWN BOOKS!

Gotta love a "This isn't America's TOP BEST FRIEND" moment.

I'm sorry but how is conscribing (?) all children from the traitors to the best school in the kingdom/republic/empire/country and give them a solid ass chance of becoming riders, and therefore climb to the top of the social and military pyramid a fitting punishment? They should have ended their respective bloodlines. You rebel you and your entire bloodline die.

Colombian brain translating Xaden to Xavier.

I should have asked... can dragons talk in this world?

What is the parapit?? Is that how it is written?

Mira (?) is a badass. Queen behaviour.

Mira being like "don't die Violet, I'd hate to be an only child." And having seen her mother? Honestly same. Like no. Hard Pass.

Wait is the blonde guy she is befriending the one with the scar from the betrayal?? Dylan? yes? no?

Oh and they get to marry after graduating. Why do I feel I am walking straight into another early 20s marriage.

Most riders are legacies... good to see nepotism is alive and well. Neporiders.

Oh so Xaden has tattoos from his wrist up to his jaw.. okay, okay.

AND HIS FATHER KILLED HER OLDER BROTHER. AND THEY WERE ROOMATES!

My girl really went "He is #SoTall and #HandsomeAsHell"

I don't get what this challenge is about and apparently Dylan is not making it, he liked slipped or smth and is like hanging...

yeah no he fell to his death. RIP Dylan.

My girl is like screaming history facts to distract herself while she [insert the challenge.... I think it's walking a very slippery bridge]

Okay so Jack is an asshole... it's giving Cato.

Kinda want to bet that he will try to eventually fight Violet and Xaden will defend her.

Got confirmation, it is in fact a bridge.

Rihannon made it. Which is a personal win because she seems sweet.

Oh my god Jack focus on your own thing, you are being and asshole, no one cares. Fuck off, fall to your death, shut up. Like why are you so pressed about this random ass calcium lacking girl. GET A JOB. STAY AWAY FROM HER.

Not her reciting the codex lol it is giving Elizabeth Swann citing The Pirate Code to Captain Barbossa. Babygirl, bless you, but he clearly does not give a fuck.

Violet truly made that crossing out of delulu energy and history facts and honestly? respect.

Wait, hold the fuck on... this audiobook is 21h long? what on god's green earth is going to happen in this book? oh my god this thread is going to be huge. Apologies to all.

omg Jack why are you still talking? either shut up or jump infront of a dragon and die. LIKE WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH HER? He is giving blonde guy energy (but not the one you gave Dylan. RIP Dylan. You will never be forgotten)

aaaaaahhh there we go Jack threatened her and when he makes the move to kill her Xaden will be like "the fuck bro" and kill him instead.

Here comes the childhood best friend. I feel he is hot. Dane? Dane Atos?? Kinda hot of him. Wait he is Squad Leader? that's hot.

[mapleschmaple]

My beautiful son, ATLA fic outline.

Maybe someday, he will encase himself in a cocoon and become a beautiful fic.

The premise? Basically, Zuko and Azula? Dead. Like suppppeeeerrr dead. They don't get better

-Zuko and Azula?? Are ghosts

-Descended from the Firelord, but due to a bloody succession battle, died

-Ozai is NOT the father

-Summons the ghosts to work for him? Binds their spirits

-Do NOT like

-Thtas why Azula’s fire is blue. Shes dead. THats why it doesn't hurt her

-Azula either poisoning or chest wound

-Zuko. Take a guess lolol face hurtie

-The Blue Spirit is Zuko but like. Splitting off a part of himself (before Ozai bound them) so it acts as a separate being, but like, hivemind sorta thing. Thats also why he can resist more

-Ozai eventually finds out about that and kills it? Maybe

-Aang when rescued from Pohai realises its a spirit. Also goes. Hmmm. ur familiar

-The cover story for Azula is Zuko is that they are children of a concubine

-Ursa was sent away when she couldn’t conceive. Hint hint. Ozai is infertile

-Ozai remarries to some noble who like, just runs parties.

-Azula and Zuko heirs

-Hunt Avatar

-Becuase Zuko is ‘unsightly’ and with burn marks on face considered weaker firebender he patrols the borders

-He is VERY weird .

-Cause his soul is split he is able to be sorta like a person cause not full Ozai control

-But like. Still uncanny valley

-Azula is just. Inhuman. What Ozai thinks is ‘perfect heir’

-Zuko patrols border, hears of Avatar INSTANT control mode

-They are both notorious for single minded focus (control….)

-Zuko catches up to them when they are leaving the South Pole

-Fires at them

-THey run

-Earth Kingdom random port

-”AG SCARY FACE GUY IS BACK”

-”Sokka! That’s rude we can’t call him that :(“

-Sorry Aang let me just have a look through my nice names list for people who ARE TRYING TO KILL US!”

-This happens a few times

-”How does this guy keep finding us?”

-This guy is a spirit and avatar is like, spirit hotspot. Spirit GPS auto defaults to him

-Aangs spiritual energy

-Kyoshi Island

-Sokka: Wow you guys are so good you could beat like everything ever

-Suki: HA I dont even we could defeat the Blue Spirit

-Kyoshi island gets too laser focused on Aang. Kung Fu-ed by Suki

-Omashu King Bumi goes…Zuko? Now thats a weird guy

-Literally like. Out of no where

-Apparently the children of the firelord run cold to the touch…But thats just a rumour tehe xD

-Meet Jet

-Hear of Blue Spirit

-Sokka goes…OKAY WHO IS THIS GUY??

-Later Sokka says that this super awesome sword guy should really help them

-Katara goes Nah we are not chasing legends

-WHy not we already have one? You just want to stay with Jet dontcha??

-Aang fades into memory

-Pohai stronghold goes same except he ~somehow~ deflects the arrow

-Hes a spirit . it goes through him

-Scene where Aang goes bro theres something funky about that guy

-What guy?

-The Blue Spirit.

-HES REAL??

Jeong Jeong and stuff

-Is there any other deserters?

-No…not really. Theres other rebels. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Blue Spirit

-The man is an invaluable source of information.

-He speaks??? (aang)

-Oh Agni no. I doubt anyone has ever heard a word from him

-He throws information packets at us

-Mainly about troop movements but it still counts

-We dont know how he finds us though

-^^Spirit powers?? Tracking their inner flame?

-In the siege of the North Zuko tries to stop Zhao.

-”Every life has an inner flame. Even spirits”

-The fish lives because Zuko fuels their inner flame

-Misunderstanding. RIP he in the snow (Fish lives)

-Also Zuko Katara one sided fight scene (he hold the inner flame sorta near the oasis)

-Aang and Katara there cause Aang ran off like I FEEL SPIRIT POWERS

-She followed cause duh

-Yue and Sokka left alone in oasis

-Zhao whoops both of them

-’Kills’ fish

-Iroh whips him out of there

-Real gentle with fish

-Seals wound with fire (cauterised) and lowers back into water

-Pray

-Glow from water

-Fish lives Yue goes psycho spirit mode (also glowing)

-Aang arrives because brooo what is the freaky energy

-its yue

-The water mimics the knives

-Going through the soldiers who run or fights chests and then dragging them into the sea

-3 go for Zhao and pull him in all different directions

-After

-Yue. What was that

-I..I don’t know. But..I think the spirits are angry, very angry about something. I was just a release.

-Aang thoughts

-I…we need to…

-Katara goes EARTHBENDING. WE SHOULD DO THAT WHAT DO YOU THINK AANG

-That…Yeah! Yeah, let’s go do that

-have supply please

-Alright. Lets hope that we find an Earthbending teacher easier.

END BOOK 1.

[kudzucataclysm]

history things i cant think abt too much cuz otherwise i’ll fall down a research rabbithole

* the paris catacombs, which were built to solve the city’s “cemetery problem”??? what the fuck does that mean. that sounds ludicrous. WHAT? 170 miles in length worth of tunnels and millions of dead bodies and for WHAT bro. YOU HAVENT EVEN MAPPED THE ENTIRE SYSTEM ITS JUST THERE. most haunted city on earth for sure

* a large portion of western america was an ocean at some point and thats why u can find sea life fossils out in the mojave sometimes

* there was a point in time where it rained for 2 million years straight or so on earth. this sounds musty asf

* the ancestor of all land creatures/most of modern life on earth just randomly one day decided to venture out of the ocean for like presumably no reason. it was a weird gecko thing who like ig was just curious or something idk. asshole

* early mongolian sieges on china in the 13th century ultimately led to the black death outbreak in europe since idk someone ig decided to invent the earliest form of biological warfare and just start vaulting dead bodies into cities which is like a 5D chess move i suppose.

* ^why didnt ghengis khan conquer europe. was it like too dirty to him or something like did he see it and went eeeh

* the pompeii casts

* some random dude like 4-6000 years ago was probably dared to jump on a wild horse by his friends on the eurasion steppes and that single dare fundamentally changed all of human history for better or worse

* TENOCHTITLAN. LIKE WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK

* arguably the richest person in all of history was a dripped out merchant from africa who primarily traded SALT and yet the vast majority of the history of kingdoms and persons of this continent where all humans descend from is vastly unknown and underrepresented compared to literally everywhere else

* we have planes falling out of the sky rn but zeppelins/airships had ONE notable accident and OH NOOOOO we gotta STOP USING THEM. ONLY LIKE 40 PEOPLE DIED OR SOMETHING AND IT WASNT EVEN THAT BAD bring zeppelins back 2025

* british people just literally let their SHIT and PISS ferment in the streets and roads and major waterways for hundreds of years with no central or properly regulated infrastructure. it was so bad that the stench and pollution alone from all of this waste created MIASMA that everyone thought was spreading cholera and bubonic and not the fact that they were drinking shit water. on top of this these people were snorting the crushed up remains of egyptian mummies. nasty fucks

* the sea people. like in general. what the fuck was their problem

* the crash at crush texas on september 15th 1896 at approximately 5pm. what in the actual fuck did they think was going to happen. why did 40,000 people show up just to watch that shit. the funniest thing on this list

* prehistoric cave paintings. dont touch me

* hannibal and those fuckass elephants over the alps. IMAGINE

* isaac newton and the way the concept of gravity came about ngl. like was he the first ever to ask that question. and did he ask just cuz of an apple. but also at the same time i feel like we wouldve been on the same brainwave when it comes to asking questions ig-

* an anti-pope used to exist. yes at the same time as the regular pope. what tf was going on there

* ^vast majority of popes in general. my fav being the one guy who put his predecessor’s exhumed corpse (after like. 6 months of being dead) on trial before throwing the body into the river after concluding that the corpse was guilty on. whatever charges idk

* onfim. just onfim tbh

[erinhime83]

This is...a lot, but the only reason why I'm putting this on Tumblr is so I can save some space on my brother's server. I'm getting the impression that no one actually cares for my random little design sheets. :P

These are basically the families that Kai and her group interact with the most. So we have the Vances (Kai's family), the Suredans (Dylan's family), the Argalls (Aerona's family), the Tallises (Mickel's family), and the Acadias (Gabby's family).

Vances - I really really like how Soléne turned out. Like, I always have her in dresses and the like, but I didn't really 'see' her wearing them when I thought about it. She's around my age, so I thought it would be neat if she wore something that someone my age would wear, but with an Aeolian twist, and just...wow. Jonathon looks as geeky as ever, and still quite the looker (Kai and Dev hit the lottery int he genetics department, lol). Ilya, their grandmother, looks great as well, and I really really like the dress I put her in! Somehow looks regal. The other character is Ioné, the second princess of Aeolus, and technically a part of Kai's family, as their grandparents were siblings. I included her because I had no where else to put her, and she's somewhat important. I like how she ended up!

Suredans - Again, they all turned out nice, very green and blue. I didn't really mess with their designs too much, other than expand then out since these are full bodied. The only one I messed with was Lydie's (purple haired girl), and I like what I came up with! Like, its different from the others, which is what I was aiming for, since she's technically from a different kingdom? She's from below the surface, whereas the others are from above.

Argalls - Again, this was just me expanding out their outfits a little while tweeking a couple of things, like Uwain's outfit. He looks less cyberpunk than the others, but that was sort of the point, since he's the king and all. Meinwen looks badass, lol.

Tallises - I sort of forgot that I needed to do a set for these guys. I originally just did Ellyn before realizing that I needed everyone. I sort of went with a medieval look to them, since I 'see' Thanatos as being fashioned that way, despite being the oldest civilization in the galaxy. I like how Ellyn turned out - much like Soléne, I figured she sent enough time on Earth that she would figure out a way to make her Thanatian outfit sort of Earth-like? I also like how I gave them all colors rather than keeping them all black, white, and grey. >.< Severic had orange hair in the previous version, but eh, I 'see' him with dark hair, so there ya go. I didn't include Mickels' in-laws, because then it'd be too big. :P

Acadias - this one I completely forgot about until this morning. I had done Gabby's aunt and cousin before scrapping it because it was just them, but then remembered how they meet her actual parents in this book (spoiler? Not really). Hannah turned out super cute in her overalls! I did have to figure out Hermerians fashion, since originally, when Gabby was partially Asian, I was using Asian fashion. But then I realized that I see Hemera as, like, modern? But also I had to tweek it a little to make it look alien. So Jacen, her father, is wearing a suit, but with knee high boots. And then Helena, her mother, is wearing a nice dress, with with a belted corset. Honestly, they turned out really great. :D

Figured it was about time I get off my ass and post these, lol.

[wanukilppari]

3 episodes down, 5 more to go.

4/5

Three in one special was actually pretty good.

The mixing of Omashu and Northern Air temple was cool idea. I honestly didn't expect that. Neither did I expect seeing Jet in Omashu (especially since I didn't realise the turnip guy was him).

I'm not sure what to think about Jet's willingness to hurt those from the "his own nation" and assassinate his own king for the sake of his cause. His original thing was to hate everyone from the Fire Nation, be they innocent or not. Him being willing to actively cause damage to those from Earth Kingdom/Omashu just so he could catch Fire Nation spies? It kinda fits, but I'm a bit on a fence.

Showing that Fire Nation having their own inner rebellion groups in at beginning of the was good addition too. In the original show, even with the propaganda, I always hoped to see a bit more anti-war ideas within Fire Nation. After all, they must have lost a lot of loved ones to the War as well, not to mention traumas former soldiers could have. The only thing is that this rebel group felt a bit too small and insignificant to be let even "attempt" to assassinate Ozai. I just can't see why Ozai would want to waste his time to mocking some random 10 people. Now the scene just felt like an awkward excuse to show Azula's acting skills, Ozai's cruelty and setup for Azula's hunt.

Also... How did those random Fire Nation people knew about the Avatar? I can come up with an explanations, sure, but the show should have given that info.

It annoys me that I like what they are doing with whole Zuko-Zhao-Azula plot. I do NOT like what they are doing with Zhao as a character though. He just isn't Zhao from the show. Where is the temper? The ego? Honestly, at this point it will probably be easier if I think him as a new character. Like... Zhao jr? Yeah, I will call him Zhao jr.

The removal of Bonzu Pippinpaddleopsicopolis III was this episodes greatest sin😪

But yeah, all in all, a cool mix and in my opinion they managed to mix up those three episodes quite nicely. They are really getting hang on the spacing too. Good to see that the first episodes issues were mostly left there. Sure, the show is still a bit awkward and it is definitely missing something. I mean, I think the show would have benefitted most if it had told its original story outside the cartoon. Like taken an older Avatar like Yangchen or Kuruk and told their story. Or someone even older yet to be named. I'm sure there has been over 100 Avatar's before Aang so there is plenty of room to pick.

In next episode King Bumi. Maybe some secret tunnels too since we skipped that episode? They aren't skipping that one, right?

Right?!

[obsessedwithecho]

I had a dream once where my family were living with some other people in this underground complex, the main hall of which was called the under-hall, apparently in reference to Undertale somehow.

For some reason my sister and I were mentally and physically more like we were when we were younger, and were playing an imaginary game that was also somehow real, where we were both cats, but she kept killing me because I was evil (which was actually kind of true. I was very much the evil edgy older sibling archetype here, very much in line with how I actually was at that age). Then some other stuff happened involving that, but the important part is that we stopped playing that game, and I started playing a game on a 3DS that was some sort of official Disney game that was a massive crossover, but completely child friendly, like for ten year olds. Imagine kingdom hearts without the final fantasy elements, but dumbed down.

Anyways I triggered a story event intentionally by using some evil material called "black matter", and in this event it was causing the potential destruction of earth, through 3 evil meteors but there were also good and neutral meteors, and the game somehow knew I did this on purpose and let me do an evil route where I played as the villain. During this, we get to the highlight of this whole thing, in which I was confronted in a cutscene by Sophia the First, and some other random people (apparently her friends, but I've never watched the show so idk), and, after hiding his weak point from them when they realized what it was, the villain character I was playing as pulls out a realistic looking hand gun, says something along the lines of "I can't believe Disney is letting me do this given the rating, but here's something you couldn't have expected" and then I had the option of which of her eyes to shoot at.

And I was thinking A: this guy is a scarier Disney villain than Bill Cipher (not sure I actually agree with that, but my dream self apparently thought so) and B: surely its going to be blocked by some magical shield or something.

It wasn't.

There was no gore or anything, and that probably would've made the experience less authentic. Too over the top. But this felt like Disney had gone full Shadow the Hedgehog (2005) with this storyline, but way more so than Sega ever did. Also I was fast enough that it let me shoot the other eye, then shoot all of her friends.

After this I turned off the game, and I planned on telling my sister because she would find it just as nuts as I did, and eventually I did, and she apparently was also playing this game and was upset I triggered the event while she was asleep because apparently the game had proximity based event sync.

I had told her about this while a car the family were in was caught in the middle of a truck race being hosted on some area of road we were on, but the trucks and the road over time kept getting bigger relative to us until they had to be like 3 stories tall. I don't remember why we were driving, but I do remember getting caught in it, and the reason I brought up the game then, was because apparently using the black matter or other kinds of material in game could've somehow helped us in the real world, presumably because of the blending between games and reality I mentioned at the start. Also the main method of transport around the track once we got as small as we did was to break off tiny bits of things and place them back down like minecraft blocks.

Anyways I had this dream in the middle of the day after falling asleep and when I woke up I thought it was 3 in the morning for several minutes.

[thetangibleghost]

I saw someone else do this and i am a follower. I get like three votes on polls max but im just curious. Also ive been wanting to make a list of my WIPS for a while

Dead Sea: Sci-fi about the ships humanity fled to while earth died/healed. Around the year 3500(?idk). Centered around five kids who witness a kidnapping of a classmate and together start to uncover the human trafficking ring that connects all the ships.

The Sword Story: Three heros are chosen by a fantasy kingdom. They are a very smart washer-woman, a walking skeleton, and a guy with way too many names. One of these heros is supposed to be the chosen one who is prophesied to defeat a yet unknown evil. Except none of them are actually the chosen one. Theres dragons and swords and lots of flowers. Told from multiple perspectives, the sword is one.

Children of God: Supernatural fic baybeee. Literally just a hodgepodge of random scenes right now where both Sam and Dean have DID. Supernatural stuff still exists but its a lot more... benign, closer to the real world. Hunters are just vigilantes... essentially. this one is a MESS. but im like giving up on making it cohesive and just writing random scenes.

jelly/bread/wine: three part story each featuring a romance where one of the characters has a stigmatized mental illness. Deals a lot with grief in general. Jelly is about a foster kid in a boarding school who has problems that cant be diagnosed because shes 16. Bread is two childhood best friends, now in college they both have autism... and some other stuff. Wine is a refuge from a war torn country learning that the trauma they experienced before the war gave them DID and then they fall in love. They all has like intertwining characters and settings and such.

Sorry im very bad at describing stories. I have lots of other wips but these are the ones I would actually work on lol.

[arabian-batboy]

Don’t play with me now, this better be for real-

[ultraericthered]

Random Thoughts On Emperor Belos

Just.....Emperor Belos, real name Philip Wittebane. 

I still remember in the Summer of 2020 when this guy finally made his first in-person appearance on the show. He looked creepy, had this cool “Church of Satan” aesthetic going on, and his voice acting was sinister enough to sell him as a menacing presence. But that was just Part 1 of the Season 1 finale. After Part 2, we had a more detailed look at the Emperor, what he was like, what he was about, and what he seemed to be planning. And I can very much recall my exact feelings on him after the season had wrapped up, which was:

I honestly do NOT care about this “Emperor Belos” character that they’re selling to me. Came out of nowhere to ban wild magic and show everyone on the Isles the “proper way” of witchcraft, created the coven system, can hear the voice of the Titan and inform the masses of its will, is the biggest, baddest, most powerful witch of them all, has it out for the good guys and also wants to construct a doorway to Earth, bla bla bla generic spooky evil bad guy stuff. Nothing about that dude interests me...because I see all too clearly that there’s a man behind the curtain. Emperor Belos is but a veil concealing this man, a role that he’s performing and using in order to decieve everyone into following him, fearing him, or just going into a useful complacency. It’s what we don’t know that intruges me here. This is someone with much to hide, his own true self included, and that true self is the one I’m interested in learning more about...

And boy oh boy has Season 2 EVER FUCKING DELIVERED. Philip is exactly what I anticipated and wanted to see, a character who exists beneath the false cover of Emperor Belos who you learn more about with each new episode to feature the character. Peeling back all the layers of Belos gets you closer and closer to seeing who he truly is. What I did not anticipate was how truly fucking vile and genuinely horrifying on a very personal level this individual would be exposed as with each new layer peeled back. Every new detail learned about Philip almost gives you reason to feel for him before the knife twists and you end up with more reasons to dread and despise the man. Every new bit of backstory and facet to who he is as a character makes Philip Wittebane much, much, much scarier than the initial facade of Emperor Belos cover story ever was, and it all comes down to a single detail - he’s human. He’s not truly a witch, he’s not a demon, he’s not a robot or some puppet of the Titan, he’s not even a naturally born Lich. The greatest monster on this show (aside from his creepy buddy the Collector, that is)...is a mere man.

He’s the first major “cult leader” type of antagonist I’ve seen from something out of Disney since Xemnas from the Kingdom Hearts series. He’s like Judge Frollo if he was unrestrained by 90 minute runtime and shot for an even higher body count (his past with his brother also calls to mind Frollo’s with his own brother in the stage show), like Fire Lord Ozai if he was actually fleshed out as a human character beyond his monstrous villainy, like Ghetsis in that....well, like Ghetsis! And he serves as a great contrast with the other shockingly dark and heinous Disney TV villain on at the same time, King Andrias, as whereas Andrias shows his true self at all times and is prone to being comedic, Belos conceals himself and is played dead seriously with very little mirth or whimsy. And they are both two of the best animated villains to grace the small screen in years.

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

The Rapunzel Witch pt.3/4

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He finds him sitting on the edge of the river.

He lets himself enjoy the view for a moment, giving himself the display of freedom and potential that the Royal Majesty holds within himself. The waters splash high, twisting into vines and ropes and soft puffs of mist and fog around his feet that tap against the surface of the river. The wind blows through his hair as if dancing with the soil and giving it flight on its own. There is a haze of warmth and shine, as if the suns themselves wish to give the Royal their full attention. Even the Trees wish to know his soft affection, the Knight hearing the gentle whispers of the plants as grass and roots seem to entangle around the Royal, giving him a seat only for the one so loved by the Forests and the Lands. It makes the Knight smile, and he lets the soft moment linger, gently calming the Trees of his presence so that he can catch the isolation of a Prince who desired it more than his entire kingdom. A laugh comes, full and bright and hitting the air with a spark that seems to make everything more vibrant, the Knight blinking as it seems to even hit him. Emotions swarm and he stares as the Royal throws his head back a little, hair bursting as the wind throws itself in joyful chaos with his amusement. His body reacts before he can stop it, carrying him the distance to the Royal. His hand reaches out, lets itself get tangled in rich soil too soft for the earth but too solid for the air. He gently holds onto the Royal’s hair, brings it close and can’t help the thought to just bring it to his lips. A small noise brings his attention to the Royal, to the burn in his skin that brings out the sun kisses that makes the Knight more than jealous. “Wha-” His voice chokes on the word, and the Knight smiles wide as the Royal blushes harder and swallows his question. He tilts his head, lets the hair gentle tangle in his fingers as he watches the Royal Majesty. “Yes, Your Majesty?” The Royal groans a little before he turns, grabbing his hair and pulling it from the Knight’s hand. He throws the man a look, nervous embarrassment moving his own hands through his hair as he refuses to bring his eyes back to him. “D-don’t you have, like, obligations, or something??” The Knight snorts, letting himself close the distance between them as he keeps his focus on the hair dancing among embarrassed fingers. “You know, Your Majesty,” he reclaims a piece of his hair, focusing on it even as the Royal brings his attention back to him, “Your hair is like rich soil. I am sure that it could grow beautiful flowers within it.” He glances at the Royal, finds slight confusion bleeding through his small frown as he watches him. “That doesn’t answer my question.” The Knight smiles, gently calling forth his Magicks and bleeding it through the waves of auburn hair. It takes only a moment before the Life breathes itself through the strands; soft leaves and vines twirl through the Royal’s hair, a small overgrowth of Life settling like its own form of braids and crown. He notes his work with soft pride, smiles at the blank confusion playing on the Royal’s face. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He doesn’t wait for an answer, immediately pushing more of his Magicks into the vines until the soft glow of moonflowers come. They settle in the hair, vibrant points of white that settle everything into quiet silence. The Knight watches the Royal for a moment, lets his smile twist a little as he twirls his fingers through the hair. It only takes another second before he reacts; the Knight notes the moment everything comes crashing back into reality, the burn of the Royal’s cheeks scorching over his face as he struggles to find enough control to actually reply. No words come; the Royal simply stands, the movement jarring and forcing the Knight to shift back a bit as the Royal immediately stumbles over his embarrassment.