#art: fantasy incarnation

[arleniansdoodles]

Alrighty, here's my first bit of fanart for 2024! Asha and Starboy from Disney's Wish - more specifically, Wish's concept art :''') I haven't seen the movie, but I think I can confidently say that I would've been more interested in seeing it if they'd kept the romance/soulmate dynamic from the early concepts.

But anyways, here's my take on Star's design, and also a little cheek kiss for Asha! :D Also, I never made an official "Happy New Year" post, so I just wanted to say thank you all for your support in my art and writing endeavours! I hope this year is a kind one for you, and may all your wishes come true <333

[gazkerber]

Fat Chocobo from Final Fantasy IX that I made for a new tier on my Patreon ❤ Also the other Chocobos as a bonus below:

[madcat-world]

Fire Incarnate (1 of 3) - J Edward Neill

[jakobos]

Twilight Incarnate, Harbinger of Disaster

Inktober 2024 day 21

[fortunaestalta]

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Arcadian Incarnate by Kent Davis

[nixnuevo]

Santiago sketch page I will never finish 💜 I just love gay men with swords

[briefbestiary]

A creature quite similar to eoduskini, operating under similar rules as monsters in and of the dark. The primary difference is that while eoduksini appear in the corners of ones eye in the dark, a geuseundae will hide under the veil of a distraught child's appearance to lure in passersby.

[justanordinarybun]

A late Christmas gift for my buddy @sketchmog , this time with a Kaze cameo xD

I originally thought of making a scene loosely based on the nutcracker, but now Kumo is releasing the summon magical girl style in addition to the ballerina twirling. Kaze has had enough of his crap though xD

[queennerd23]

Almost forgot to post this but this is my chaos goblin. I struggle to draw her so I’m trying to change that by drawing her more. Enjoy!

[vetersseveraart]

Клетка Духа - шедевр! Это мультсериал, который потряс меня до глубины души! Просто не описать словами... с нетерпением ждем второй сезон!

[thealchemistbae]

Fama Persona Chart: Rising Sign & Its' Degrees🤩

The Rising Sign in your Fama Persona Chart is SO important because it reveals the first impression of your fame energy. It's how the public perceives you, what kind of iconic image you radiate, and what draws people into your world of fame.

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SIGNS:

🎆: Aries Rising -> Fame hits you fast and loud. You're known for going after what you want with zero hesitation. You're recognized for your courage and originality. People remember your confidence, style, and how you always seem one step ahead.

🎆: Taurus Rising -> You exude luxurious, grounded energy. Your fame comes from your beauty, voice, or consistency. You might be known for a signature look, a calming presence, or material success. Fame finds you slowly but sticks. You age like fine wine and may be a beauty or fashion icon.

🎆: Gemini Rising -> Famous for your voice, ideas, or versatility. You're the social butterfly, trend chaser, and smart mouth. Witty, multi-talented, and always booked. You may become well known for your interviews, public speaking, or playing multiple roles across different industries.

🎆: Cancer Rising -> You're adored for your softness, intuition, or emotional depth. People see you as relatable and nurturing. Your fame may start young or be tied to your vulnerability. You're known for emotional connection and maternal/family themes.

🎆: Leo Rising -> This is star quality incarnate. Big hair, big presence, big energy. You shine naturally and crave the spotlight, and people love to give it to you. You're instantly seen as a celebrity even before you're famous. People treat you like royalty.

🎆: Virgo Rising -> Famous for your brain. precision, and aesthetic. You give polished and practical. You may be known for attention to detail, beauty, and discipline. Quietly powerful, consistently respected.

🎆: Libra Rising -> This is the classic beauty/fame rising. You're known for grace, charm, and balance. People admire your looks and diplomatic vibes. You're famous for your appearance, relationships, or branding. You may be the face of a generation.

🎆: Scorpio Rising -> You're mysterious, magnetic, and unforgettable. You draw fame with your intensity. You gain fame from powerful transformations, a signature look, or emotional depth. People are obsessed with figuring you out.

🎆: Sagittarius Rising -> You're the wild card. Your fame is global, big, and full of personality. You're known for being free-spirited, adventurous, and unfiltered. Fame might come from travel, education, or just being you loudly.

🎆: Capricorn Rising -> You're a boss from day one. People recognize you as serious, iconic, and timeless. Your fame builds with age and respect. You're a legend in the making; classic, clean, and career driven.

🎆: Aquarius Rising -> You're famous for being different, futuristic, and innovative. You're iconic for breaking the mold. Fame may come through activism, uniqueness, or standing for something powerful.

🎆: Pisces Rising -> You exude ethereal, dreamlike energy. Fame often feels destined. You're known for your mystery, art, and emotion. People project fantasies onto you, and your presence feels otherworldly.

DEGREES:

✨: 0° -> Fresh, bold energy; fame often hits fast and strong. You're seen as a pioneer, known for starting new trends or movements.

✨: 1° -> Magnetic and noticeable; your public image has an undeniable pull. Fame comes through leadership or being first in your scene.

✨: 2° -> Creative and dramatic; your presence demands attention, and you're often known for your flair or performance style.

✨: 3° -> Ambitious and energetic; you're viewed as a hustler or go getter. Fame arises through visible hard work and determination.

✨: 4° -> Charming and diplomatic; people love your approachable vibe, which helps your fame grow steadily and warmly.

✨: 5° -> Social and communicative; you gain fame through your artistic talents, children, networking, or media presence. Leo degree - short term fame or fame as a kid/ surrounding children.

✨: 6° -> Balanced and stylish, you're known for grace and good taste, building fame through refinement and aesthetics.

✨: 7° -> Dynamic and expressive; your fame is linked to your ability to entertain and connect emotionally.

✨: 8° -> Bold and authoritative; you project power and command attention, often seen as a natural leader.

✨: 9° -> Optimistic and friendly; your public image is sunny and inviting, drawing people in effortlessly.

✨: 10° -> Polished and professional; you gain respect and fame in traditional or prestigious arenas.

✨: 11° -> Creative and inspiring; your fame is tied to original ideas or artistic vision.

✨: 12° -> Focused and intense; you're known for determination and depth; your fame often tied to serious or meaningful work.

✨: 13° -> Expressive and magnetic; your personality captivates crowds, giving you a strong public appeal.

✨: 14° -> Responsible and reliable; your fame builds slowly but surely, thanks to consistency.

✨: 15° -> Passionate and vibrant; you stand out in crowds for your energy and enthusiasm.

✨: 16° -> Mysterious and intriguing; your fame often has an enigmatic quality, drawing a devoted following.

✨: 17° -> Creative and intellectual; people admire your originality and wit, making your fame both thoughtful and engaging. Leo degree - long term fame.

✨: 18° -> Powerful and confident; your public persona commands respect and attention naturally.

✨: 19° -> Friendly and approachable; you're well liked and known for your warmth.

✨: 20° -> Authoritative and commanding; you project strong leadership, and your fame often relates to positions of power.

✨: 21° -> Optimistic and charismatic; your sunny disposition wins hearts and builds lasting fame.

✨: 22° -> Wise and experienced; you're respected as a mentor or elder figure, with a solid reputation.

✨: 23° -> Energetic and innovative; your fame is connected to new ideas and forward thinking.

✨: 24° -> Confident and regal; you carry yourself like royalty, and your fame is grand and noticeable.

✨: 25° -> Charming and balanced; your fame comes from your ability to connect with many different people.

✨: 26° -> Creative and passionate; your public image is colorful and inspiring.

✨: 27° -> Mysterious and intense; your fame often has depth, attracting a loyal niche audience.

✨: 28° -> Magnetic and legendary; people remember you for your unique presence and lasting impact. Household name.

✨: 29° -> Sophisticated and refined; your fame is timeless, marked by elegance and distinction.

What is your FPC rising sign and degree ? Mine is Taurus rising at 28 degrees. I am a beauty/fashion influencer on Instagram.

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[daisys-reality]

PAC: What kind of reality should you focus on right now? ♡๑

general tarot reading disclaimers apply here. dividers were made by me, the pictures are from pinterest but edited by me. this is a reality shifting themed tarot reading. for more tarot readings, check out my masterlist. now, think about your shifting journey and choose a picture from above and read your pile below :)

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 ⛲️

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile one!

'Dark' world, ice world, viking age, underworld, a world with magic (Merlin? Harry Potter?), romance/love but not as main theme but as sub-genre, anime world, martial arts, school life, power/influences, isekai/regression, war, dangerous powers, being humbled by greater forces, summoning, creating deep bonds and friendships, facing darkness and choosing the light, bravery, facing fears, evil, sorcery/magic, past/ancient time, castles, "soldiers" fighting for the good, taking on responsibilities and being accountable as lesson/struggle, needing lots of patience, as external factors or unforeseen complications causing setbacks, having many responsibilities and feeling stressed or burden, circumstances force you to be more harsh and cold and withdrawn to protect yourself, suffering, nightmares, misfortune, death, pain and/or experiencing trauma might be common themes in that world, disturbing things might happen or exist there (makes me think of the ugly curses in jjk), horror?, its a world that moves you deeply, where you feel a strong longing for.

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙾 🌲

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile two!

A world with lots of drama, chaos, upheavels, and transformative changes. you being a genius or overpowered - walking through this chaotic world with ease, experiencing true freedom/just living carefreely, strong focus on romance/love passion/s3xual desires lol, and maybe even experimenting with or exploring sexuality and gender, webtoon world, historical/time travel, "your favourite dr" (the one based on your comfort show or the main reason you started shifting or sth like this), a little bit of comedy - not taking things really seriously, outsmarting everyone, being an "off-worlder", extraterrestrial, being in a leadership position, you might have siblings there, domestic abuse or death by fire accidents might be a common theme in that world. "taking over" the body of a character in a novel/show, soul incarnation, diamonds and jewelry - makes me think of these fantasy history webtoons where the mc wakes up as the villain of the novel they read and now have to survive and change the plot haha

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴 💭

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile three!

There are many choices and multiple possibilities, it's up to your imagination - an original place (made up by you), somewhere where you can follow creative projects, a dreamy place - dream world? dream life?, fantasy/fantastical, clouds, stars, sparkling lights, place and time to research, not knowing future outcomes, energy fields/auras, a place with unlimited information, calm place, nice ambience, a place strongly conected to you- somewhere where you're safe to be your true self or safe to find out who you really are, deep within - perhaps something like the void state but more personalized?, close to nature or the essence of this world, a place that leads you to your true self, your purpose and/or destiny, the focus is on you and your uniqueness, galaxy, starchild, elusive yet radiant place that might be less materialistic or logical and more spiritual/mythical in nature, could also be based on a fanfiction or AU of sth you love, a place/life beyond the mundane - what did you desire when you were young? don't try to overthink, just follow your heart, be creative - there is no 'unrealistic reality', whatever you can imagine can be experienced and explored by yourself in another reality!

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁 ⚓️

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile four!

A place to rest and recuperate or heal. A place that you can truly call your home. Where you're on the throne (quite literally even), the centre of everything. A compassionate place where you are able to freely expand yourself and what you call your own. Maybe a place you depart from but always come back to. I see music playing, lots of nature, flowers and animals. A gentle and peaceful place where your heart is safe. People might be worshipping you as divine, or faith might be important in that world. This could be a more supernatural/magical place. You might be living like a royal. Your home there is a safe and peaceful place, but this world also has its tragedies... some people framed as villains and others as heroes. It's a bit mysterious. Realistic visuals - not really based on a cartoon or anime but perhaps a novel or book you enjoyed! Pink might be an important colour? If not that world i just described, then you might also benefit from focusing on your CR world and manifesting a better life for yourself here (better CR or an alternative OR).

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 🏛

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile five!

I see a few things for this pile: dragons, chains, maids or a maiden? bridges and destruction, endless hills and forests, late bronze age?, gold/silver/iron/wood, war, older men, torches, abuse/torture, a place like historic Europe, connecting two or more worlds/lands, travel between realms, exploring unknown land, healing, magic and lots of communication. A world based on a book or story. You travelling alone, you being in a past or historic time - time travel? A few other themes are: freedom/carefreeness, crime/mystery, comfort/peace, smut/desires. You being in a state of curiosity, wonder and learning - learning more about relationships, ideologies, different places and histories. Norse mythology perhaps might play a role. Living a long life and gaining lots of wisdom and love for the world - like an ancient dragon. A place more raw in its nature. Breaking free from negative patterns and dependencies is a personal theme for you there as well as overcoming obstacles and achieving greater emotional health - self liberation (in mind and heart). Your time in that world will be a time where you focus on self-improvement and emancipation - this will help you to live a healthier and more balanced life (in general, in your cr and other realities).

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝚇 🏝

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile six!

To be honest, this pile is a bit elusive in energy and hard to read. Themes of this world are conflict, defeat, or victory that came at a high cost, inner struggles, isolation and manipulation, and fighting for your own rights. There is a high tension between individual people or between two groups/societies? One of them might feel abdondend, forgotten, or surpressed by the other. Secret societies might exist? Early modern age. The night sky, bright stars and moonlight, planets, moon cycle, and solar system might play an important role in this world. Swords, boots, coats, and earth colored, simple clothes. Arcane came randomly to my mind? A very human-like experience - having forgotten your innate creative abilities in this spiritual world. Ceremony and rituals, recitation of oaths, karmic ties, destiny, ancestors, underestimating the power of your words and promises? Myths and riddles - mysterious and deep energy "focusing harder won't do it. Neither will increased effort. Time, surrender, and humour are your only alies." - you might need to hear this message. Putting here some other kepoints from my self made card deck: royal life, hero/villains; dark vibes; steampunk; animated world; anime/manga/manhua; isekai/regression; fanfiction/AU; better or alternative CR - focus on manifesting; having a minimalistic or simple WR (eg. just a room)

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 🍷

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile seven!

Starting off with random themes because i think you know exactly what world I mean: Water/ocean/atlantis/doplphins, nostalgia, healing and comfort, childhood innocence, simplicity and emotional connections, reuniting with someone or something, being a wife and/or having children, floating in the deepths of the ocean or your consciousness, white marble, healing and finally releasing the blockages in your soul, love, compassion and mercy for yourself and that world, a unique vision or dream from childhood, a world that makes you truly feel alive - leaving the dull and exhausting past behind, "Bring back the mystery. Bring back the dreams."... on a side note you have a sharp intellect and strong principles and know what is right and wrong - you might be working for some court and enforcing law for the citizens there! Or some of you might plan out/script a whole society with rules and whatnot for this world, just follow your vision! Additional messages from my self made card deck: "non realistic visuals" - you might be loving anime/manga/webtoon or game worlds like genshin impact that are more otherworldly - with mythical creatures even (demons, angels, vampires, mermaids); "doing it for the plot" (saving someone, changing the ending,...) and "doing it for the activity" (studying, following a profession, travelling,...); "a world with tragedies", "villains and saints", "being overpowered", "slice of life" - enjoying just living your everyday life there

ᯓ. 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 🎠

As this is a collective reading not all keywords have to match with you, pile eight!

Wow, there are so many golden hues in every card I got for you - it makes me think of royalty, nobility, kindgdoms, wealth, and divinity! Even 8 is the number of abundance. What else am I getting... the natural cycle of life with ups and downs, destiny and fate shaping one life in that world, major turning points or you turning things around (cutting people off, preventing suffering, being a merciful ruler?), mythical creatures like angels, historical setting, literally being a king/queen/royal, having immense wealth or a great inheritance, gambling? lol, people there having a fanatic faith in something, being a lover and having a 'found family' and you fangirling for someone ("wow they are even better looking in real life")🤣, you will feel free and carefree, a very self indulgent place, having passionate 18+ experiences there and a bit of comedy haha, more realistic visuals even if it's based on a webtoon or fanfiction, some people dying because of childbirth? or having miscarriage (not you but someone close to you...another royal maybe?), you reading the room and knowing exactly what to do, you being a teacher or mentor to someone or you having one yourself, you being at service for the greater good, enlightment, taking care of the land and it's people, avoiding corruption, being benevolent and strong (in mind and heart), this could also be like a waiting room for you actually, you might plan/script a lot beforehand how you want it to be but once you're there the future will be surprising or unexpected - but not in a bad way!

[fortunaestalta]

[ballsandbabes]

The Firelight Between Us: Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Authors Note: I normally dont write about other things than Sports, BUT...I started with Weak Hero and find the story really exciting. While reading, I found Geum Seong-ja's character very interesting. So i thought i try my take on his character// Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

Summary: What if Seong-jae gets too close to Baekjin's good friend because he finds her interesting. But what no one knows is that no one dares to approach the boss's crush, you.

Genre: Universe of Weak Hero, Romance, Action , Angst, Drama, Gang AU

You always told yourself one thing: Don't get involved with the gangs. Your school, Ganghak High School, was not in a good area. The other schools were no better than yours either: ruled by the terror of the gangs, defended with bloody fists, going to extreme lengths if necessary. A friend of your brother was once saved from a fight by a boy named Yeon Sieun.

Ever since he came home with one less tooth and one cheek covered in blood, you had been sure of one thing: these gangs were scum. People who wanted to exercise their power fantasies or who had a psychological problem.

You werent a sensible person, but because you knew exactly how dark and bloody that their world was. Your mother was friends with Tiffany Na, a rich boss of a jewelry company. Your mother was looking for work at the time and Ms. Na was the only one who hired your mother. That's why it was important to your mother that everyone got along well. Above all, it was important to her that you and Baekjin got along well. While was Baekjin, was considered family by your mom, for you, he was also the walking embodiment of danger—sharp-edged, unreadable, with a temper as quick as his fists. You loved him in that complicated way people love a reckless sibling, but you'd learned how to keep your distance.

You had known each other since you were children, but you had made one important rule. No involvement in his gang stuff. Never!

Which made your growing crush on Geum Seong-jae particularly inconvenient. You kind of liked him. How his arrogant nature allowed him to believe he could do anything, like he owned the world. His unshakable self-confidence. His good, bad boy look. And certainly also the fascination with evil that emanated from him.

With the connection to Baeckjin, however, that was a recipe for disaster. Which is why you decided you'd just forget about it. Soon everything would be normal again. One last nice school year, well as nice as it was possible at your school.

For you Seong-jae wasn’t like Baekjin—at least not on the surface. Seong-jae was chaos incarnate, sure, but there was a warmth to him. That crooked grin, the way he’d swagger through a storm like it was a dance floor, how he fought with a fire that looked more like art than violence. You noticed him too often. In the same alleyways. At the wrong parties. Across crowded streets where sirens howled.

But he never noticed you. To him you were probably just nobody. A classmate, a person to fill this human hell with extras. Same today, you sat in the classroom and waited with your friends for the last lesson to start. You had stopped listening to your friends whispering, totally lost in your own world of thoughts. Your gaze wandered around the room, past the window, the dead plant next to the window handle and in the distance the boys' sports class.

The teacher was completely overwhelmed when it came to taming the chaos troops. Not to mention that most of the boys were in one of the local gangs and were therefore very strong for their age. it was just before a fight. And there he was, in his maroon shorts and white shirt, cigarette on his lips: Seong-jae. His hair fell effortlessly over his face, uninterested in the fight. You knew that he only wanted to fight "real" opponents, people on his level. This was nothing more than a joke to him. And with that bored expression and casual body language, he's never looked better.

The bell for class woke you up to your thoughts, class was starting. As always, you did your best. It was part of the path to achieving your dreams. Good grades meant a scholarship, an therefor was a ticket to be accepted at a good sports academy. For a girl you were strong but above all fast. A true track athlete. It was getting late again at training and you had just stuffed your shoes in your bag trying to catch the last bus. But it ran away from you. shit! You just regretted not changing. It was warm, but the cycling shorts with the sports bra and the zip jacket from school weren't a particularly good outfit. In this area you could also be mistaken for a prostitute.

So you were walking home —hood up, headphones in, heart set on a cup of ramen and solitude—when you saw it. Seven guys, iron rods in hand, circling someone like vultures. Like the boy in the middle was prey. You didn't actually want to get involved, but the narrow light from the street lights made the edges of a pair of glasses flash. Seong-jae? Was that Seong-jae?

You had stopped, hiding behind a garbage can in the dark. He could fight, very well in fact. Not to say he enjoyed it. But even he couldn't do these guys alone. Did he have reinforcements?

At first, you wanted to turn and walk away. Rules were rules. Stay out of it. But then one of them swung—blunt and brutal—and Seong-jae faltered, blood trailing from his lip.

Your body moved before your brain could stop it. Revealing yourself from behind the trash bins. You grabbed a trash can lid and threw it like some deranged Captain America. It smacked one of the guys clean in the back of the head. “HEY!” you shouted. “Your mom know you fight like cowards?”

All of them turned. Seong-jae blinked at you like you were a hallucination. He knew you, you were the girl who always looked at him, when he had gym lessons. The first time he noticed it was because your voice came to him from above the classroom. You had music lessons. Your voice sounded like that of a goddess, sweet, tender and yet full of pride and strength. After that, he became more and more bothered. And then there was that one Friday afternoon. Nobody wanted to spend any longer in the musty rooms of the school; there was a rush everywhere to get out of the building. In all the chaos, there was you, your elbow resting on the window ledge, your long hair draping your pretty face perfectly. The wind made it dance softly and the cherry blossoms made the scenery look like a romance manga.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled.

“Saving your impulsive stupid gang ass,” you muttered, picking up a metal pipe from the ground.

He grinned then—bloody, amused, a little amazed. “Okay crazy princess, I like it.”

You didn’t have time to answer before the fight resumed. You weren’t a fighter, but desperation made you resourceful. A kick here, a smack there, some well-placed distractions. Somehow you and Seong-jae moved like they’d fought together for years—his punches flowed into you smart distractions, a seamless, messy ballet of survival. When you ducked a swing and he caught the attacker’s arm mid-air, your eyes met for a split second, breathless, wild, and grinning. You somehow enjoyed the feeling, this madness gave you. You felt powerful.

"Left!" she shouted, and without hesitation, Seong-jae spun and took the guy down with a knee to the ribs, trusting you completely. Back-to-back, bruised and bloodied, you two held your ground like twin storms refusing to break. As the final guy ran off, Seong-jae looked at you with laughter in his voice and blood on his lip: “Damn, you sure you’re not in a gang?”

When it was over, the street was littered with groaning bodies, and Seong-jae was looking at you like you’d just rewritten gravity,“You always throw trash lids for fun, or was tonight special?”

“Shut up,” you muttered, breathless. “I’m going to blame adrenaline for everything that just happened.”

He chuckled—loud and bright. “You got a name, adrenaline girl?”

It should perhaps be mentioned here that he already knew your name. He had wanted to know who the cherry blossom girl from the window of class 3-1 was. You didnt know and gave it to him.

“Im Seong-jae,” he said, shaking your hand like it was a pact. “I owe you.” You thought that would be it. One night, one fight. But he had diffrent plants, kept showing up. Once with ramen. Other times with random questions. With that wild spark in his eyes whenever you talked about things like stars and books and music he pretended not to like but secretly did.

You tried to keep it platonic. Tried. But he’d smile, and you’d forget. He’d laugh, and you’d fall a little more. Since he now knew how badass you actually were, he started giving you boxing and fighting lessons, in return you took him to the track to improve his fitness. A perfect symbiosis.

“Ey Y/, you keep dropping your shoulder,” Seong-jae said, stepping behind you to adjust your stance, his hands firm but careful on your arms. “I know,” you muttered, flustered by the sudden touch, as his chest brushed your back—close enough to feel his breath on your neck. “Relax,” he chuckled, voice low, guiding your fist up with his hand over yours, slow and steady like you might break if he moved too fast. “It’s not about strength, it’s timing—wait, here,” he murmured, repositioning your legs, one knee between yours, and you forgot how to breathe. You threw a punch, and he caught it with ease, his fingers curling gently around your wrist. “Better,” he said, eyes lingering on yours longer than they should, smiling cheekily, something electric in the quiet tension between you. “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to forget we’re training,” you blurted out, half-teasing, half-desperate to defuse the heat crawling up your spine and certainly surprised of what you just said, cheeks burning red. He smirked, leaning in just enough to make your pulse stutter, “Then maybe we should stop calling it training.”

And thats when Baekjin found out. When he found out his favorite girl, had a favorite boy, and it wasn't him.

As usual, it was late again in the library. The night watchman, who knew you well, had once again asked you sternly but kindly to leave the school grounds. When you noticed that your bag was still in the classroom, he offered to open it again for you. So you walked through the hallway on the way to the school gate. He cornered you in said hallway this night, eyes dark and jaw tight. “You’re hanging out with him now?,” Baekjin asked coldly. You crossed your arms, not liking the tone of his voice. “What? I don't know why that concerns you...aside from that he’s not like you,” you tried to say as calmly as possible. “That’s exactly the problem,” Baekjin snapped. “He’s not like me. He’s reckless. He’s stupid. And he’s in deeper shit than you know.”

“You think I don’t know how deep this gang bullshit goes?” you hissed. “I’ve lived in the shadow of your messes my whole life. The bloody evenings in which my mother treats all sorts of wounds and says nothing to your mother. I chose to stay away. I dont want to be a part of your world. But I couldnt stay silent when—”

“When what?” His voice dropped, sharp and angry. “Until he smiled at you?”

There was something strange in his voice. Almost... hurt. He had always protected you with all his means. You always thought it was because of your rule, never ever get involved. But now….it clicked. “Hey Baekjin, what is your fucking problem...you like me or something,” you snapped at him.

Baekjin’s silence was the loudest confirmation. “I never said anything,” he muttered. “Because I knew you'd never—”

You stepped back. “You're right.” Baekjin looked at you angrily in hurt.

Seong-jae found you later that evening, pacing on the rooftop of a nearby building, wind howling around you both. He didn’t say anything at first. Just offered you a drink and sat beside you.

“You okay?,” he asked while opening the can. “No,” you said looking to the ground. He looked over, worried. “Was it something I—”

“No,...No you didnt do anything” you said, meeting his eyes. “It’s just... I knew this would be...messy. And now it certainly is.”

He reached out slowly, fingers brushing yours. “I dont know why its messy, but if it is, let it be messy.”

You stared.

“I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time,” he said. “I fight too much. I don’t think enough. I’m not safe. But with you... I want to be.”

Your heart clenched.

“So,” he said, voice soft, “let it be dangerous. Let it be chaotic. Just don’t walk away yet. I will protect you, you know?”

And somehow, despite the warning bells in your head, you nodded. Because falling for Geum Seong-jae wasn’t safe., it probably never be. But it was so real. And in a world full of lies, blood and broken loyalties, real mattered the most.

Weeks full of beautiful moments passed, your love for Seong-jae grew stronger and so did his. He would do anything to protect you from his world. He loved lounging around on the field and watching you train. You were incredible to him.

Baekjin didn’t come with a warning. Just fists. It happened in the back alley of a closed noodle shop, right as Seong-jae was lighting a cigarette, thinking about your cute victory smile from the tournament, this afternoon.

“You couldn’t just stay away, huh? I told everyone, keep your hands off Y/n!” Baekjin’s voice was low and bitter, already angry, already pacing like a predator. Seong-jae turned, casually, like he didn’t feel the danger creeping in behind the syllables. “Didn’t realize I needed your permission to fall for someone.”

That was the last sentence before the fight broke out. Baekjin wasn’t sloppy. He hit like a ghost—fast, calculated, and personal. Seong-jae fought back, of course. He was scrappy and stubborn and too proud to back down, but Baekjin fought like a man with something to lose. Something to prove. By the end of it, Seong-jae was on the ground, bleeding from his lip, knuckles split, ribs aching like hell. And Baekjin? Gone. Leaving behind the message in bruises.

You found him by chance—half-stumbling, half-leaning against a telephone pole two blocks from your dorm. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Seong-jae?!,” you cried out loud at the sight. He looked up, eyes hazy but still managing that crooked, stupidly charming grin. “Hey, crazy Angel. You should see the other guy.”

“Ugh you idiot,” you whispered, rushing to his side. Your dorm room was small, but it felt like sanctuary as you sat him down and grabbed a first-aid kit with trembling hands. That you had never needed it as much as you did with him. Ever since you two knew each other, you always had it in your school bag or purse.

“What....what happened, Jae?” you asked, dabbing gently at the blood on his lip. Dried and stubborn to remove. He winced but didn’t pull away. “You know...jealousy’s a hell of a drug.”

You paused. “Oh...Baekjin. I am so sorry Jae...”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. When you reached for the hem of his shirt to check the bruising along his side, he raised an eyebrow. “You dont need to be sorry for loving me, angle....but you should be sorry for undressing me...already?”

“Shut...shut up,” you snapped, cheeks burning with heat. But your voice softened when you saw the angry red across his ribs. “God, Seong-jae…”

He let you touch him—your fingers tracing along bruises, your breath catching at the intimacy of it, ever so soft. And then, the moment shifted. Tilted. Your hand lingered too long. His gaze dropped to your lips.

“You should’ve stayed away,” you whispered. “Couldn’t,” he murmured. “You’re the only thing that makes this madness worth it. Understands the crazy light in my eyes.”

Then he kissed you. Not soft. Not slow. It was heat and want and aching relief. Like he waited his lifetime to do so. Your hands slid into his messy hair, his over your waist, pulling you into his lap as if he couldn’t get close enough. He groaned against your lips when your hips shifted, giving traction to his lower parts, mouths moving hungrily, desperately, like the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

You didn’t stop when your hands moved over his bare skin. You didn’t think about Baekjin, or the gangs, or the mess. Just the way Seong-jae’s breath stuttered under your touch. He pulled back just enough to look at you, forehead pressed to yours, pupils blown wide.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed.You didn’t.

The kiss deepened like a storm building in silence, and your hands were in his hair, pulling, needing, as Seong-jae held you like he was scared you'd disappear. His shirt layed forgotten on the floor, and your fingers explored the heat of his skin—marked, bruised, but alive. You felt every shiver under your touch, every sharp inhale as he let his walls fall just for you. He kissed you like he needed to remember what it was to feel something that wasn't pain.

"You're sure?" he whispered against your neck, voice low, hoarse, reverent. You nodded, forehead to his, breath trembling. “Only if it’s with you.”

That was all he needed. He carried you gently—arms around you like you were sacred—and laid you down like the world outside didn’t matter. The streetlights cast silver slashes through the window, catching on your skin as he undressed you slowly, like a secret being unwrapped one breath at a time.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t careless. It was chaos and care, lips and whispers, bruised hands worshipping soft skin. Seong-jae touched you like he was memorizing you—each kiss on your collarbone, your shoulder, your spine, etched into you like fire and silk. He whispered your name between gasps and promises, over and over like it meant something more than it ever had before.

And you returned it—touched him like he wasn’t broken, like he wasn’t bruised, like he was yours. That night, you didn’t just fall together.

You loved each other. Through the quiet moans, the tangled sheets, the lingering kisses between breaths, and the warmth that settled after—you found something more powerful than the danger outside. You found each other. And by the time dawn bled through the curtains, you were still tangled in him—his arm over your waist, his heartbeat slow under your palm, his lips brushing your shoulder as he murmured, half-asleep, “I’ve never had anything good… until you. Its just like a firelight is between us, pulling us towards each other.”

In the chaos of the world, he was fire. But with you? He was home.

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Ok ok ok, who is Dawn, the tiefling? Can we get some history on them? I hope I'm not misunderstanding. Love your work!

No misunderstanding, you got it! Dawn is my paladin of Lathander OC, originally made for a pathfinder game that didn't pan out but as all rivers flow to the sea, my fantasy characters inevitably end up with a D&D/Forgotten Realms incarnation.

He's an Asmodeus-bloodline tiefling who was abandoned as a baby on the steps of a Lathander temple, the House of the Morning, and the clerics there took it as a great omen and portent that they had been delivered the blood of their enemy to strike back against the forces of evil~~. As such, they named the baby in the light of Lathander and raised him to be The Unbridled Glory of the Dawn.

Educated, trained, and conditioned to uphold Lathander's righteousness from the moment he could hold up a training sword, a huge amount of responsibilty and purpose was placed on Dawn's shoulders. He was raised to thank Lathander every morning that he had been delivered into the light instead of the infernal pits of 'his father's house'.

He and Evaric were squires together at the House of the Morning in Cormyr and they grew to be the best of friends. The companionship was one of the few personal outlets Dawn had in his youth even if he was subject to much stricter tenets than his human friend. Every moment of Dawn's life has been planned out and ordained in stone and scripture as the fire that overcome evil's flames.

With his identity so interwoven with the church, when Evaric left Cormyr it was a deep and personal blow to Dawn. It set him up with a view that his life and destiny was going to be a very lonely one, and he should take as much joy in Lathander's good works as he can.

Dawn is good at fighting, protecting, every bit the fairytale paladin and capable of being that destined sword to strike the forces of evil, but he would so much prefer to minister weddings, care for parents and babies as they're born, or simply walk through a festival of the arts sponsored by the church. But there's always some enemy of good to strike down, and he'll do it so others don't have to.

Tidbits:

Dawn's horns were shaped by the clerics to grow into the shape of a rising sun. The process stunted them and they will never grown longer.

Dawn paints beautifully. He loves to illustrate and illuminate new poems and stories.

His ideal profession would be as a midwife, because medicine and Lathander's dogma of new beginnings and rebirth are where he's found most comfort.

He is one of the happiest and most optimistic characters in my little D&D collection. He has a place, a purpose and meaning to his life that he cherishes (even if he doesn't cherish how many people and prophecies try to tell him how to live it.)

Dawn can be driven to the point of obsession when he knows something needs to be put right or anything needs to get done. You need a fearsome charisma roll to convince him to back down.

He holds the title of Morninglord in the Order of the Aster.

There is a statue of Dawn within the House of the Morning that he always remembers being there, but no one has ever told him if it was made before his birth or after it.