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[obsessivevoidkitten]

Releasing The Noctwind Brothers

Yandere Twin Vampire Brothers x Gender Neutral Human Turned Vampire Reader CW: Incest between the vampire brothers, mildly dubious consent, intoxication, reader initiated sex, threesome, spit as lube, cum as lube, biting, blood sucking, forced to drink blood, forced to turn into a vampire, bullying, bully gets killed, beating, reader has temporarily broken bones, temporary injury, overprotective yanderes, general yandere behavior, twin yanderes, surprisingly whole ending, surprisingly happy ending Word Count: 3.3k (I know this kind of fic isn't for everyone between the violence the bully receives and the incest, but I hope a lot of people like it anyway. I worked very hard. Also yes, this is a repost because the original had an accidentally gendered pronoun. I apologize if anyone read that and experienced dysphoria.)

You had made a mistake. One that would, soon enough, prove to be a fatal one. Not just for you.

In your haste to start a task you had as one of the town’s carpenters you had turned a corner and ran right into the town brute himself, Jorry. Running into him, at any time, could result in a punch from his large meaty fists, but he had been carrying eggs freshly laid from his hens. This resulted in egg yolk covering an outraged Jorry.

Jorry had bullied you for as long as you could remember, he and his friends pummeling you whenever you happened upon them while he was in a bad mood. Or in any mood really. He just really liked using you as a punching bag. Most people left such behavior in childhood, but not Jorry.

You wasted no time at all in fleeing upon seeing who you had ran into. You weren’t quite in the mood to be nursing a broken nose that day. Luckily he had to wipe egg goop out of his eyes and that gave you some crucial extra seconds to make yourself scarce.

Despite making it a good way out of your village, the angered Jorry pursued you. He was nothing if not persistent. You hesitated a bit, but decided your only hope was to flee into the cave that everyone in all the nearby villages were terrified of. No one could remember the truth of the matter, but it had long been forbidden to enter. Many superstitious folks wouldn’t even travel within viewing distance of it.

You did not put much faith in superstition though, and no matter what was in there it couldn’t be worse than how badly Jorry would beat you if he caught up to you. If you had just taken your punishment in town someone would have happened by or heard your screams and he wouldn’t have been able to do nearly as much as he would all the way out here.

Again, a truly fatal miscalculation. You damn fool.

Hoping that you were safe in the cave you crouched in the shadows. But, while absurdly violent, your pursuer was not particularly dimwitted. He pretty quickly surmised that the cave was the logical place for you to have gone. You heard him scream and call for you in the distance.

The only chance to avoid the beating of your lifetime was to retreat farther into the cave. You crept back as silently as humanly possibly. When you went as far back as you could you came across an old metal door, carved into the rock surrounding it were twisting serpents. An ancient rune of unknown meaning was etched into the door itself.

Staring at it filled you with dread and you were possessed with the all consuming urge to flee the way you had come, but it was forgotten as if it was never there when you heard Jorry again, this time near the entrance of the cave. If he entered it now he would be able to see you. Light still made it this far.

With the subtle magic of the rune no longer working on you, you slowly opened the metal door and entered into what looked like an underground mausoleum. An underground tomb long forgotten by the histories of man.

You found yourself between two large rectangles of stone. A chill ran up your spine when you realized they were sarcophagi. Evidently the final resting place for two souls left to the dark and dust of this cave. They were plain and unadorned, other than some words on the top. You leaned over and tried to make out the inscription on one when you suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of stone grating against stone.

The sarcophagus opposite of you moved before the one in front of you did. You tripped backwards in fright as the lids were pushed aside and two pale emaciated corpses pulled themselves up and faced your direction. You couldn’t quite tell in the dark but it seemed like their eyes were completely black, creating a chilling contrast with their pale skin.

The thin pale figures slowly began to pull themselves out of their not so final resting places as you got over your initial shock, got up, and got the fuck out of there. You sprinted past the metal door and back into the front of the cave.

You were so engrossed with the current task of running away from the corpses of the damned risen to do any manner of unholy things to those still living that you did not see Jorry as he entered the cave. For the second time that day you careened right into him, knocking you both out of the cavern and on to the dirt outside.

Jorry growled and grabbed your leg, pulling you over to him.

“You ran like a bitch, finally decide it’s better to face your punishment?”

“No, no, no, you don’t understan-”

He pinned you and began wailing away at your smaller body with his mighty fists. Blow after blow. Your nose was surely broken. Then he got up and started stomping on you with his powerful foot. Now some ribs were certainly broken too.

Suddenly you heard Jorry yelp and the beating stopped. Your face was swollen and bloodied, your mind consumed by the pain of broken bones. You couldn’t tell what was going on. Jorry was screaming, blubbering like a girl. The dearly departed had been slowed due to their time without feeding, but with Jorry distracted by his treatment of you he was easy enough prey.

The thin pale figures had him down on the ground, pinning him with less effort than he had pinned you. They bit into his body, ravenously drinking his blood. Not enough to kill him, but enough to reinvigorate themselves and make him weak and helpless. Barely able to move.

You had managed to wipe the blood from your face and saw what was transpiring. You tried your best to drag yourself through the dirt and put distance between yourself and them, but you only managed to get about a foot away before they finally noticed you.

“Alaric look! The one who saved us… they need tending to.”

The vampire evidently named Alaric joined his companion in looking over you. As injured as you were, you struggled to plea for mercy.

“Shhh, shhh. We aren’t going to hurt you. We’d never hurt our savior.”

“I’m Anthelm Noctwind and this is my twin brother Alaric Noctwind. We're going to help.”

Anhelm positioned himself so that your head was propped up in his lap. He bit at his wrist until blood was flowing.

“Here. Drink.”

You weren't sure what lore was true and what was merely myth, but you were fairly positive that it was universally agreed upon that turning into a vampire required the consumption of one’s blood. You struggled to turn away but you were powerless to do so. Alaric held your mouth open as Anthelm held his bleeding wrist above it.

Blood dripped in and you gagged as you were forced to swallow. It tasted the same as any blood, though perhaps a little sweeter. Shortly after you consumed it you lost consciousness. Both due to the blood itself and your rather severe injuries.

They took you and Jorry back into the cave. It would take the rest of the day and a lot of the night for you to turn and heal. Alaric carried you with the utmost care and consideration for your wounds while just picking up Jorry and tossing him in unceremoniously, causing him to cry out in pain as he hit the hard rocky floor.

“I’d kill you now and decorate this place with your entrails, but we need you for something, so just keep quiet.”

Between Jorry’s incessant pleas to be freed and his attempt to run out of the cavern while they were both busy watching you resulted in his clothes being torn from him and ripped into strips that were used to bind and gag him.

Alaric, the cruelest of the brothers, watched in amusement as their hog tied victim cried and shook in fear. The hulking peasant experiencing the fear of death for the first time. The amused vampire went over to him and pet him like he was a pet, in mock sympathy.

“Don’t worry~,” Alaric cooed, “You’ll be out of your misery soon enough.”

That prompted renewed struggles from the naked man. Alaric only laughed in a maniacal fashion as he returned to your side. They had removed their coats, still pristine as the day they had been sealed away, and used them as bedding for you.

They patiently waited for hours, Alaric occasionally taunting poor Jorry, until you finally stirred. The swelling had gone, your bones had mended, and they had licked up the blood that had covered your face. The only evidence that you had ever suffered at all were the bloodstains on your clothing.

It was well past midnight, the twins had lit a fire to keep you and themselves warm. You could see them clearly now that your face was healed. They both looked exactly alike, down to the same outfits. High class, but outdated, attire. They had pale grey eyes that observed your every movement, completely different from the black voids you thought you had seen earlier. Flawless pale skin with delicate, feminine, features. Their long straight hair accentuated their looks perfectly. They could certainly pass as women if they wore the right attire. Maybe they lured in victims that way.

You were confused and more than a bit groggy, but you managed to piece together all the events that had transpired before your rest. You jumped up and made for the door but they were quicker than anything, human or animal, that you had ever encountered. One got behind you with his hand on your shoulders and the other stood in front with his hand on your cheek.

“Don’t be afraid, dove. We aren’t going to hurt you.”

You whimpered as they each took one of your hands and guided you over to Jorry.

“You consumed vampiric blood, right now it has transformed you. Temporarily.”

“Yes, to make it stick you’ll now need to kill.”

“Technically it doesn’t need to be human, any mammal will do, but since we have this lovely volunteer we figured we shouldn’t waste it. ”

“Don’t really want him talking about us. Don’t really want him to live after hurting our dove. And, well, it spares some rodent that is more deserving of life.”

You shuffled nervously.

“I… don’t want to be a… vampire…”

You looked down at your feet, trying to avoid eye contact with them or Jorry who looked up at you with tears streaking his face.

“Sorry, but we aren’t really giving you a choice.”

“We didn’t mean to make it seem that way, please forgive us.”

“You saved us, you had enough magical power to open the door and ignore the rune. You will be a strong vampire, and we can tell a lot more about you by your scent.”

“Smell things like personality, even some thoughts. We know you will be perfect for us.”

“Uh… can’t I just stay with you and remain human?”

“No.” They both said in unison.

“Humans age and die.”

“Humans have betrayed us too. That’s how we ended up here. You broke the seal so we have to show our gratitude.”

You kept staring at your feet until you worked up the courage to ask the question you were afraid to hear the answer to.

“What if I refuse?”

Anthelm smiled and Alaric laughed as if it was a funny joke. Not that you could tell them apart yet.

“Not a choice sweetie, remember?”

“If you don’t do it willingly then I block the tomb entrance so you can’t go deeper.”

“And I guard the cave exit so you can’t leave. Then we leave you alone with your friend. Your hunger will grow. You’ll crave blood. Your senses will be unbearable.”

“You’ll hear his heartbeat, he will smell delicious, then you’ll drain him dry.”

“In more normal circumstances he could survive that, and the blood consumption without a death only prolongs the transitional period, it wouldn’t make you a true vampire. Go long enough without blood, have someone tie you up for a few days, and you’d turn fully human.”

“But he is weak and beaten. He won’t survive.”

You looked at them and stated boldly that you’d resist.

“You are more than welcome to try.”

They each took their agreed upon spots to guard against you fleeing. True to their word you did steadily become more and more hungry. Thirsty for blood. Your senses became acutely aware of the food that had been tied up for you. You tried to resist. Your body shook with the effort. You had a splitting headache and panted heavily. Jorry smelled so good, and the beat of his heart beckoned you towards him. Though you resisted longer than most, the outcome was inevitable.

You descended upon him, he squealed as much as he could with his gag as you bit into his neck and sucked him dry. His futile struggles getting more feeble by the second until they stopped entirely.

Alaric and Anthelm were behind you watching with wicked smiles.

When you finished your meal of Jorry you looked on in horror. But only briefly. You had over consumed and the effects were as powerful as they were swift. You were a bit dizzy and felt as though you were light as air.

“With his death you’ll be with us forever!”

You tried to get up but stumbled and nearly fell. One of the twins caught you. You smiled and nuzzled into his neck. There was a cute man holding you, why had you been so horrified earlier? You shrugged it off, if you couldn’t remember then it probably wasn’t too terribly important.

“Careful, dove. The first times on human blood and drinking to the point of death can be intense.”

“And we definitely let you drink too much.”

You giggled and stroked Anthelm’s soft black hair, not at all paying attention to his words.

“You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen.”

He blushed and Alaric cackled at the spectacle. Until you kissed Anthelm deeply. Then Alaric looked a bit jealous.

You grinded your crotch against Anthelm and giggled at the face he made.

“Everything feels so… intense.”

“Ddon’t you want to go somewhere a bit more... comfy?

“Or romantic? We could find a town. An inn.” Added Alaric.

You ignored him, proceeded to unbutton his shirt and then rubbed your hands over his lean abs. He started returning the treatment, Alaric came over and helped him undress you. It didn’t take long for all three of you to be nude. They used the clothes to make an impromptu bed. Anthelm laid down, his erect cock on full display.

He pulled you on top of him, kissing and nipping at your neck while Alaric was behind the two of you. He pressed two spit-lubed fingers into both you and his brother. Both of you writhed in pleasure, but it simply wasn’t enough.

Alaric didn’t need to stretch either of you out, vampires wouldn’t be pained by something like a cock shoving its way in, but it would feel better with more moisture. He withdrew his fingers, making you pout, and lubed up his cock with saliva before sucking on his brothers for a moment to get it wet.

Then he guided his brother's dick into you before sliding his own cock into his brother. You pressed back against it, trying to get the girthy member as deep into you as possible. Anthelm humped into you slowly, timing his thrusts with your bounces.

Alaric gasped as his cock was gripped by his brother’s tight inviting insides, he gripped Anthelm’s legs for leverage as he drove himself deeper. Anthelm, in the middle of all the action, could barely think. Simultaneously making love to you while being bred by his twin had him drooling.

“Always so tight…”

“Alaric, h-harder.”

His sibling obliged him.

You were in a worse state than Anthelm. You were new to being a vampire and the blood drunkenness combined with your recent kill made every sensation indescribable. More so when the sensations were that of a vampire at your neck and a cock humping into you while you weakly continued to bounce on it.

Anthelm’s entire body shook as he came in you, shoving his cock far into depths before unloading his seed. He took a few moments to catch his breath, an orgasm evidently enough to tire a vampire. If only for a moment. He stayed hard and began fucking into you again.

“I think you were made for us, angel.”

The stimulation was just too much for you and you screamed as you had the most intense orgasm of your entire life. Your body relaxed as you lay on Anthelm, no longer bouncing on his cock but content to let him keep using you as long as he saw fit as you nuzzled into his chest.

Alaric gripped his brother’s legs tightly as he finally slammed in hard and filled him like he had filled you. Without missing a beat he slid out of his brother, covered his cock in the cum that pooled out of him, and slid it right into you. Both of there cocks now covered in a slimy mix of both of their loads, using it as lube as they thrust into you in tandem. You whimpered at the sheer immensity of the pleasure that was filling you.

The three of you spent the rest of the entire night, and a good chunk of the morning, engaged in a rapturous sea of sex. Eventually you all fell asleep on top of them. Given their recent centuries long slumber they stayed awake and idly toyed with your hair or caressing you as you slept soundly.

They whispered to themselves about what the plan from there was.

“There’s a stream outside we can clean ourselves off in.”

“Yeah, I can smell it. After that head to a town?”

“A large one where we can blend in. Feed on livestock outside the walls. Maybe rats too if necessary. Always rats in large towns.”

“What about humans? Always rapists and thugs in cities that need to be taken care of.”

Alaric looked at Anthelm hopefully.

“True. True,” Anthelm relented, “I suppose it won’t hurt to remove a few bad ones. On occasion.”

Alaric broke into a large grin.

“Yes! I love how our new partner gets when they are drunk on human life.”

You stirred a bit in your sleep though you didn’t wake, drool under your cheek and on Alaric’s bare chest.

“Quiet, they need their rest…”

“Sorry,” Alaric murmured sheepishly.

They continued chatting about the future until you woke up. With a clearer head you were once more traumatized by what you had done, but they calmed you down and explained how he deserved it and that you were not a monster. They would guide you in your new life.

They were eager to leave behind the cave that had held them prisoner for so long. Bidding the cave farewell with a piss on Jorry’s soon to be rotting corpse, the closest thing he would get to a burial, the brothers departed with you.

You made a life for yourselves in one of the larger cities. Anytime someone tried to hurt you they went missing quite fast. It would be many years still before you had the degree of strength and power that the twins possessed. And even once you did they’d always remain overprotective.

You quickly came to accept and love your new existence with them. Anthelm took up your trade with you while Alaric became a prominent cook and eventually owner of his own restaurant. Apparently the hypersensitivity of vampiric taste buds helped him make delicacies. There was always a need for carpentry and fancy food, so you never had any money troubles, (un)life was good. And you had an eternity to spend it with them.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲: 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: The last one unless some random storyline thing pops up for them. He a precious golden boi.

𝕬𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: He does wear his helmet, it’s just that his head really isn’t there. It’s for a “less” spookies effect.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

|°𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬°| |°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| • {𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧} • {𝐒𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯}

A light call rumbles in his chest as his scales shift and chitter against his body. His talon-like hands digging into the sand while he “looks” down at the sea bed, white flames continuously erupting on the sand. Trying to sense the area around him. Trying to sense threats or the opposite.

Trying to sense where his little light was, she was just around him. He can still smell her scent. He can still feel her and her warm, precious light.

He can’t help but give out a more… meaningful cry for his little light that has suddenly left his side. His dorsal fins rising up and down in alarm as he continues to follow the grains of sand on the sea bed in hopes to find a light trail to his little light. His scales shifting and rising on his body for a better sense of her scent.

He doesn’t recall his little light leaving his side when they were just swimming among the corals. Pushing off of them at his little lights pace. His gaze was always locked onto her and so were his senses. He wasn’t the type to loose her so easily.

Did his little light get distracted, and went to observe some… flora on the lava rocks? Maybe she found a fish to poke at? He wouldn’t be surprised if she did either of those things. His little light and her… species were odd and irrelevant, besides his little light of course. His little light holds purpose to his own soul, he knows it.

He calls out for a third time, briefly stopping in his tracks and floats in the water to do so. His scarred tail curling left and right behind him in anticipation. Just where did his little light go for him to lose her so shamefully easy?

Throne, it was quite difficult to be headless and sightless in the endless sea. :(

He sighs when he can hear the voice of his little light responding back to him. Her call rippling through the water for him to feel and swim to her side with very swift ease. The figure of her glowing, golden body bringing some… solstice to his body, calming him down more than one would know.

Pushing forward a little. He presses his helm against the center of her golden back, his arms warping around his little light as he pulls her flush against his own, and very much bigger body. A low coo leaving him as he exhales. Likening this… loving warmth she gives off and provides him with.

His little light mumbles at him through a mask as her tone sounds apologetic to him, her hand moving behind herself and above so she can gently scratch under his scales on his torso. Flating them against his body once she was finally done giving them a nice scritch.

He just gives her a quiet purr in response, and lightly settles his helmet on the top of her head. His arms moving around her securely while his tail comes around and wraps around her too as he simply rests with his little light in his arms. The fan of his tail lightly touching her cheek.

His little light shouldn’t have to apologize to him for leaving him side. He can always find her again, just like the many times he has before. It wasn’t much of a problem, but he does get antsy when left alone for too long without his little light.

Curling up his body more around his little light, practically engulfing her golden shine for himself. He nuzzles his helmet into the side of her neck in a mock kiss. This weird airy force popping on his helm as his little light shakes happily in his hold, and he can’t help but give another mock kiss to his little light.

His little hope of golden guidance.

[archivist-dragonfly]

Book 542

The Physiology of Taste, Or Meditations on Transcendental Gastronomy

Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin / trans. by M. F. K. Fisher / with illustrations by Wayne Thiebaud

Counterpoint 1995

This edition of Brillat-Savarin’s (1755-1826) classic treatise on gastronomy and dining was originally published by San Francisco’s Arion Press in 1994 in a 200-copy signed limited edition. Bringing together three distinct and famed voices—the author, eminent translator M. F. K. Fisher (1908-1992), and renowned artist Wayne Thiebaud (1920-2021)—this Counterpoint edition, in a slightly reduced scale, is a treasure of culinary exploration. Fisher, while not the first the translate the work into English, brings her particular brilliance and wit—not to mention copious commentary, given greater prominence in this edition—to bear in creating the work’s most celebrated English translation. Add to this nine color lithographs and some 200 drawings by California artist Wayne Thiebaud, famed for his paintings of sweets, dessert counters, landscapes, and figure studies, and you have the perfect conversion between three of the greatest voices in the art of food.

[wyndford-dekarios-majima]

hold on. everyone look at anthelme de launfal this instant

[danydarkly]

For Red and Wolf does Anthelm punish those who just kill any forest creature? So if Scarlett had killed Leikos with that knife would Anthelm have cursed her or would she not care?

Yes, Anthelm will punish anyone who kills a forest creature or is caught crossing the threshold (assuming a forest denizen doesn't get to them first). If Leikos was able to die in the event that Scarlett stabbed him and she wasn't wearing the red cloak then yeah, she would most definitely get cursed. The nature of the curse could vary, depending on what Anthelm finds fitting for her punishment. Anthelm would probably spin it like "well, he was my prisoner and you killed him before he reached his full sentence, and you are trespassing, so now you have to fulfill the rest of his sentence and then some" and not elaborate or specify how long that would be.

[wellconstructedsentences]

Tell me what you eat and I will tell you what you are.

Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

[acostumbradoalfindelmundo]

[lolochaponnay]

[obsessivevoidkitten]

How did the twins end up in the sarcophagus? Like what did the humans do to them?

A human they trusted was convinced they were unholy abominations but they couldn't bring themself to kill the twins so they sealed them away.

They had become a member of a church and as they increased in rank they became more torn until they had to put away the vampires.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: For those who are dangerously curious and greed for their appearance.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

|°𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬°| |°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| • {𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦}

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦

Not much is on this creature besides that it’s headless and is quite similar to the other, golden, prophesied creatures as it would protect its host like the other creatures would; despite it being headless. With it being headless, it doesn’t mean it’s not anymore lethal that it’s counter parts. It’s fully capable of slamming into a metal haul and ripping it open with no problem at all, and it really doesn’t have much of a problem navigating the sea either. It is recommended to stay out of its range or way for a more… peaceful get way.

This creature has the same snake-like body like its counterpart with golden and bronze scales shifting a bit more than regularly, and 4 arms to help its power in the seas. The only thing’s different is its head, missing from its neck and its tail that is scarred and concave.

𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

Anthem just… follows you around most of the time unless you manage to avoid his senses for a second. Then he has to find you again. It eventually just turns out like an unusual game between you two.

Likes when you present him stuff like tiny rocks or point out a fish that he can’t really see, but he can sense it! It puts him more in his place, like he’s actually there protecting you and not just floating around.

Curls around you like dragon anytime he seems necessary. His arms trapping you in place up at your torso as his tail would curl around your lower half, shielding you with his body. That’s what he says anyways, you think he is just touched starved.

Would hunt for you if you haven’t eaten anything in his presence, even if he doesn’t have to eat himself. He’s not letting his charge die on him because he was not being responsible, or his charge. He must fuel his little light.

Rarely, but would let you ride on his shoulders or back and just swim around. Loving the vibrating giggles your chest would give off into his scales. Would show off do some respectful tricks for you for the extra credit. (Kisses and snuggles.)

𝐒���𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

Would let you ride him as well. It’s kinda sweet too as he’ll let you use him as you please. His talon-like hands gently settling on your plush thighs or waist in order to support your movements as your legs really can’t wrap around his body. You sure do try though, and he stoically loves it.

Since he doesn’t have a mouth he makes up with his hands, and those things are skillful. He touches just all the right places that would make you see infinite stars, and do it again and again at your demanding cry’s. You overstimulate yourself on those dangerous hands.

He’ll choke you or keep you in place if that’s what you want from him. It just gives him another reason to be more providing. Though, would try not to bruise or hurt you, but it’s nearly impossible for him to do so. He a big fish boi.

Since he also can’t really see, his senses are off the charts. He’ll be real easy to tease. Not that he’ll show it, not yet, but you bet he is suffering mentally that he can’t provide for you right now, but in a more disclosed space? You sure are going to be an overstimulated jellyfish.

If you would like to… breed with him, he isn’t against it. He’ll be happy to make a brood, a legacy with you. He just… unsure? There was not a time where he is tasked to mate with someone to make a loving, gifted brood. In fact, never at all. So that would be quite an experience for the golden fish man. Especially fatherhood.

[adarkrainbow]

The art of Perrault (1)

I found this fascinating article on an art-and-museum website talking about the few times Charles Perrault's fairytales entered the world of art. It's entirely in French, but for those non-French speakers I thought of sharing some elements and points made by the article.

First and foremost, their talk of the Gustave Doré illustrations, THE most famous illustrations of Perrault's fairytales to this day.

A few contextual reminders. We are in the 19th century, the time of nationalism, where each country focused onto itself, explaining the boom of interest for national folktales and fairytales. The literary Romanticism had also started to enter the world of the art - in the British world it was through the Victorian "fairy painting" wave of the 1850s and 1860s. And in France, right as the business of illustrated books and precious engravings is soaring, we got the Gustave Doré illustrations for Perrault.

The book they come from is the Pierre-Jules Hetzel Contes de Perrault edition of 1861 (illustrations by Gustave Doré, preface by P.-J. Stahl). It contains the eight prose tales of Perrault, from his Histoires ou Contes du temps passé (Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Bluebeard, Puss in Boots, Cinderella, Little Thumbling, Toads and Diamonds, Riquet with the tuft), plus a prose version of Donkey Skin. The book contains 40 illustrations, all based on models and drawings of Doré, though done by several engravers that were selected by both Hetzel and Doré: François Pannemaker, Héliodore and Anthelme Pisan. In 1861 the engravings themselves were shown, on their own, at the art Salon de peinture et sculpture (the huge yearly artistic event of 19th century France) - they were destined for collections, be them the personal collections of Doré and his engravers, or those of wealthy collectors.

The order of the fairytales was changed in this edition, which decided to go: Little Red Riding Hood, Little Thumbling, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, Puss in Boots, Riquet with the tuft, Donkey Skin, Diamonds and Toads, and Bluebeard at the end.

The Bibliothèque Nationale of France and the Musée d'art moderne et contemporain of Strasbourg have both preserved precious photographies which were taken (by Nadar and Michelez) of the original wood-drawings Doré made for these illustrations. Doré had them exposed at the Louis Martinet galerie, and these photos are VERY precious because they are the only trace we have of Doré's original plans for these pictures - as well as the only way we can know of what changes and modifications the engravers brought to them.

Doré's illustrations reveal many things. First and foremost, how fairytales clearly were not just for children at the time. While he tries to stay true to the letter of Perrault's stories, Doré still uses a Romantisme noir style (dark Romanticism), offering dramatic, phantasmagorical, almost oppressive visions. The complex engravings play on the lights and the shadows, on the size of the characters and those of the landscape ; they also make heavy use of the monstrous and the uncanny. In the Little Thumbling illustrations, there is an effort to convey the loneliness and anguish of the characters - the forest is endless, dark and scary, swallowing the children... The compositions are however still very detailed, with a lot of accumulations, because they are to be beautiful and aesthetically pleasing. For example, the picture of Bluebeard's wife receiving the keys shows a lot of precious cloth and a varied jewelry - and this overbearing of the decorum, mixed with the unusual appearance of Bluebeard (especially his gaze) all conveys the tragedy that is unfolding here.

By opposition to these scenes of cruelty and tragedy, Doré makes several more "peaceful" illustrations. Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella are still filled with mystery and disturbingness, but they are rather dominated by the sweetness of the two young women. Doré doesn't limit himself to strong and isolated characters, on the contrary he creates an entire "decorative universe" just to have his characters fit into a narrative. The overabundance of tiny details causes an almost unconscious reverie, making the audience almost "re-discover" Perrault texts anew.

The illustrations of Doré caused the massive success of the Hetzel edition, and very quickly these pictures became part of popular culture, influencing the way Perrault's fairytales were perceived up to this day.

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Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es. [Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are] - Physiologie du Goût ou: Méditations de Gastronomie Transcendante. by Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin

mag 089 twice as bright; mag 091 the coming storm; mag 111 family business; mag 115 taking stock; mag 134 time of revelation; mag 145 infection doubts; mag 146 threshold

[wyndford-dekarios-majima]

you sly dog youve got him infodumping

someone give me a random word

[edgar-allan-possum]

How the hell do they know who Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin is?

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Trick or treat!!? :3

aaannnnnnnnddddd happy late halloween! for your little treat I wanted to talk about one of my favourite scenes in Paranormality, and a little easter egg that nobody commented on so I want an excuse to talk about!!! + some other quirky details about the implementation of folklore in the story

This scene, from the Chapter "Satori, Satori" where Tendou is losing his shit and runs off.

Oikawa mentions it waaayyyy earlier at the Valentine's day event, BUT in satori lore, the only way to get it to leave you alone is to throw something at it! Specifically, the explanation is usually something like "if you encounter it on a mountain trail, it will mimic your words back to you and stop you on your way. but if you throw a rock or something at it, it will run away and you can escape."

SO this scene has two main little bits to it, First off: Tendou is beholden to his Folklore - when he is hit with a thrown object, he is compelled to run away. The chase scene that follows is a result of paranormal influence, not necessarily that tendou had chosen to keep running like that.

Second: Ushijima's mother knows this. She had heard the rumours and chooses to pick up that pot KNOWING it would work to chase him off. And because in this moment Tendou is being treated as a satori, truly treated like one, it cements his transformation and the need to use folkloric strategy to chase him off.

Side Note: YES this may come up in the sequels but this DOES MEAN there are times where he can be chased off by having objects thrown at him. There are a few scraped jokes where someone flicks something at him and he acts all annoyed and leaves the room. Jokes like that - where the characters fulfill folklore legends in a discrete way, are EVERYWHERE in Paranormality. Like Tendou having beef with Anthelme the gargoyle. On the surface its a joke about him being able to tell its a yokai eater and being uncomfortable, but in reality a gargoyle "keeps evil spirits out of a building" so Tendou was physically incapable of passing into the Shima Three building. The universe just finds a clever way of fulfilling those rules without it looking like magic - ie, making it happen casually, or as if it was Tendou's choice.

:)

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Snippets of fun facts from my Genshin Impact/Ninjago AU :3

Spinjitzu is interpreted as an ancient art made to mimic or channel a dragon's breath. If the case were an elemental user, they are able to infuse their powers with the technique, and making it stronger than it was. (Still an early sketch of the concept. It was either to honor "Rex Lapis" or as an interpretation of the Dragon Sovereigns) It's not called Spinjitzu in this au though.Lol

Most of the Ninja are all reincarnations of the previous Elemental "masters" or those who were part of the Elemental alliance.

Lloyd is also part of Alice's family (he was taken in by Alice, she is his godmother (and aunt??)), one of the witches from the Hexenzirkel. He is Albedo and Klee's older brother. However, unlike the two who are live in Mondstadt and are part of the Knights of Favonius, Lloyd lives his own life in Liyue (often residing in Qiaoying Village). This doesn't change the fact that he cares for his siblings, and he makes visits for Mondstadt to see them.

Zane's overall character is inspired/based on a greek mythology of a robot called Talos: "a giant automaton made of bronze to protect Europa in Crete from pirates and invaders. He circled the island's shores three times daily." (cited from Wikipedia), he was also called Talos by his inventor, though was also named as "Anthelme". In the Genshin au, his character is centered around the fact that he long yearns to understand humanity, and his sense to protect them is due to his fascination and fondness for them - knowing that though he was built to stand alongside them both through appearance and mind, he will always remain as a machine.

Zane is a friend of Jay, who is an automaton researcher (dubbed by himself of course), who's incredibly curious about how machinery works, he was especially curious on pre-Teyvat civilizations, and how far they advanced. He collects all sorts of ruin machine scraps, and he has a Commision event dedicated to him. Many of his friends joke that he could be qualified to become an Akademiyan student, but Jay would rather work under his own choices than be under someone elses. I really love the idea that Jay loves machinery and tinkering, so I developed this concept more in the au.

Benthomaar is a very well known actor around Fontaine, his noblelike and benevolent nature has made the nation dub him as their Prince, of course, in theatre. He excels in melodrama, and his performances have been very appreciated by many. Though under his guise, his penchant for theatre does not just go on stage, but beyond and behind. Aside from being an actor, he works as part of the Marechausee Phantom: from gathering intel, to even capturing the target, it is the opposite of his stage acts as he works under the spotlight.

Similarly, Harumi works the same way, though she is talented at her ways of deceipt, she shares masks of many, that which have fooled more than dozens. However, she works under the Fatui, as she was raised as part of the House of Hearth, and looks up to Arlecchino's ways greatly. She silently despises Lyney, though she is friends with Lynette.

Cole and Kai, though their stories are still vague at the moment, are actually friends. Cole is a Sumerian from the forest, while Kai is a Sumerian from the desert.