#beast!sylv

[forestofforever]

He looks away, absentmindedly scratching at the feathers on his neck. "It's...complicated. Some of them know. I think." He goes quiet for a moment before he continues. "Some of them were around when...when the whole thing happened, so they know my story. They know that I exist. They've told the story to others, as some kind of cautionary tale, I imagine, but most of the people who've heard the story second hand are more skeptical. They stop by to see if they can catch a glimpse. I usually stay inside. Hidden. They usually leave pretty quickly. Not many of them are as bold as you are." He pointedly looked at her.

"I...uhm I knew some of them before I got my feathers. They wouldn't recognize me anymore." Not that he'd want them to. He does not want them to see him like this. "They may know what happened to me, but it seems that whatever gave me my feathers took away their memory of who I used to be before it took place." It had been a jarring experience. While people knew about the man who had been cursed with feathers, nobody could recall who the man used to be before he was cursed.

Not only was he a monster, but he was a monster with no human past, no people who were looking for him, nobody who would notice his absence.

"But as long as I stay hidden, they don't bother me. If the rumours stay just that, I should be alright. And if they sent you here because they think the place is haunted... well, then perhaps they no longer believe that my story ever even happened in the first place. Just a silly tale. It's better that way, I think." Though that also meant that he had been entirely forgotten by now.

Even as she is given permission to look, Thursday finds herself feeling a bit hesitant. It's not for a fear of what he might look like, but rather a fear that she might make him feel uncomfortable. He's made it plain that he does not like being looked at, that there is something about him that he feels ashamed of, or - at the very least - he is painfully shy. Then he says he doesn't like being perceived, which spells it out entirely.

Even before she opens her eyes and catches a glimpse of what he looks like, he reminds her of her friend September back at the Office. An enormous gelatinous slug-like ghost, she has a varying number of limbs at any given time, although the most she has is seventeen. Inside the mass of her body can be seen dozens of eyes, teeth, and other loose parts. Faces that are not her own stick out all over her body, not all of them human. Her own face is pale, with constantly melting flesh on a ever-southward journey and her empty eye sockets are instead filled with an eerie yellow light. Most people upon meeting her either run, faint, or vomit, or some combination of the three, but to Thursday, she is a beloved friend. Seeing her brings a smile to her face. September, though, never likes to show herself to others, and while Thursday finds her beautiful, she can also understand why she would rather stay hidden.

As she takes in what of the mysterious man's appearance she can see through the foliage, she hardly reacts at all. Even when he retracts his clawed hand rather than shaking hers, she doesn't react. She just pulls her hand back to herself and smiles as though he looks like anyone else.

"Oh, that's okay, I understand. I'm not offended, and if you'd rather I not look at you, that's okay too. Whatever you're comfortable with." If anything, she wants to ask him if he can actually fly with his wings, because she's always wished she had wings and could fly and thinks that would be really cool, but... she realizes that would be really stupid and insensitive of her, given he clearly is uncomfortable with himself, so she wisely decides not to ask that.

Instead, she just sticks her hands into her hoodie pocket and rocks back and forth on her heels while she casually answers his questions. "No, you're right, I'm not from around here. I was called in, sort of. I'm a bit of an explorer. I like to travel around to different places, meet different people, and a lot of what I like to do is investigate supposed haunted places and see if I can figure out what's going on, help any ghosts or souls or paranormal entities that might be like, you know, stuck or just need help or anything."

"I've been through here before, a while back, and thought I'd come through again, just to check in, and that's when I was told about your place here." She pauses. Frowns a little. "But you're right, the villagers did seem pretty, ah... skittish of your house. I thought it was just because they were being superstitious or something. I mean. Are you okay up here? Do they know you live here?" she asks, blinking up at him with a hint of concern in her expression.

[illym]

“The pretty boy in the jean jacket!” Jam Kuradoberi popped out of the restaurant, waving frantically. “Helloooo!”

Squeezing xer eyes shut for a brief moment, Sylv made a half turn to face her. “I don't have time to talk. Goodbye.” She turned away, accelerating her pace.

“No, no, just a quick question!” Jam gripped xer shoulder, pulling Sylv to face her with incredible strength. Shaking xer shoulders, Sylv ducked to escape the grip. Jam continued without a note. “Have you seen a blond man around? He wears white and blue clothes, and carries a handsome sword!”

“Yes, I have. Why do you ask?”

—

We meet Jam.

Chapter Song: Double Damage by Attis

Holding a yawn behind her hand, Sylv twisted her lips as xer stomach growled furiously. “Why the hell am I so hungry? I ate a pretty big breakfast, and it hasn’t been that long since I left the house.”

Stretching her fingers, xe winced as raw skin exposed itself to air. “Okay. Well. I guess the multitude of fights would explain that.” Tugging a lock of hair, she mumbled to herself. “I probably should’ve packed a lunch anyway, but I didn’t. Is there anything to eat around here…?” Xe glanced around the street, glancing between all the bright signs advertising the buildings below.

“Ah! You there!” A high pitched voice shot out from an open door. Sylv glanced over by instinct, rearing back once xe saw the restaurant sign. “!!!” Making a noise, she swiveled on her heel to leave.

“The pretty boy in the jean jacket!” Jam Kuradoberi popped out of the restaurant, waving frantically. “Helloooo!”

Squeezing xer eyes shut for a brief moment, Sylv made a half turn to face her. “I don't have time to talk. Goodbye.” She turned away, accelerating her pace.

“No, no, just a quick question!” Jam gripped xer shoulder, pulling Sylv to face her with incredible strength. Shaking xer shoulders, Sylv ducked to escape the grip. Jam continued without a note. “Have you seen a blond man around? He wears white and blue clothes, and carries a handsome sword!”

“Huh?” Sylv blinked. “Uh…”

Xe had; just that day, just an hour or so ago, in fact. But it was Jam asking. And she hated talking to Jam, or the idea of helping her out. But telling her might let Sylv get away from her faster.

Wincing slightly, xe offered a silent apology to Roboky. Xe'd only offer the bare minimum necessary. No harm, no foul.

“Yes, I have. Why do you ask?”

“I have a meeting with him that I simply can't miss!” Jam blushed, putting her hands to her cheeks and saying from side to side. “But I haven't been able to find him anywhere.”

Sylv wondered if maybe he was hiding from her. It's what Sylv would do in his place. “I'm sorry to hear that. If you'll excuse me…”

“No, no!” Jam shook her head, hair shimmying. “Where did you see him? I need helpful information!”

“Huh? Uh… I can't sha—”

“I'll give you a free box of dumplings!” Jam pulled it from a picnic basket nestled in the crook of her arm. It smelled utterly divine.

Sylv’s stomach growled again, as loud as an angry beast.

“...”

“It comes with my special dipping sauce…!” Jam waved it around, wafting the smell towards xem.

Sylv snatched it out of the air, sticking her hand in the box and shoving a dumpling into her mouth.

It burnt bad . But it was delicious . Tucking the box away to finish later, she chewed slowly as xe contemplated her response.

“I—” She swallowed. Jam leaned forward eagerly. “Okay, so… I saw him in a street near the town square.” Xe carefully didn't specify which town square that was. “I stopped him because he seemed very interesting.”

“And handsome!” Jam interrupted, swooning. “Oh, so very pretty…”

“Huh?” Sylv blinked. Pretty? Handsome? Had he been? Sylv had been far more focused on his internals than his externals. “I mean, yes. Very handsome.”

A quiet noise came from within xer pocket, passing unnoticed.

“So, y'know. We fought. I beat him.”

Jam blinked. “Eh?”

“And I took him apart after, to see how he—”

“AAAAAA! You did what to him?!” Jam screamed, stumbling backwards. “Unforgivable… to deprive the world of such a beautiful man… I'll never forgive you! Hyyyyyah!”

“Huh?!”

HEAVEN OR HELL.

Spinning in a circle and falling from the sky, Sylv slammed xer hammer into the ground, shrapnel shooting up from the force. Standing upright, she allowed her hammer to vanish. “This'll be a nice way to use up my energy. Let's have a fun fight.”

Jam threw her basket behind her, her overdress following it. “Let’s finish this quickly!”

LET'S ROCK.

Jam swung her leg out, hitting Sylv in the side. Pressing forward, she punched xem in the jaw, throwing herself into a backwards handspring and kicking Sylv in the process.

“Ghh!” Sylv caught herself before bashing her head against the pavement. Hand twisting uncomfortably with a twang, xe sprung back to xer feet. Launching forward, xe whirled around, hammer swinging to bash Jam’s head. Jam ducked, throwing her arms up to guard against the force. Twisting the handle, the hammer claw fell behind her block. Sylv pulled herself forward with the hammer and crouched down, kicking Jam in the knees. Xe jabbed her hand out, aborting the motion with a hiss when xer wrist screamed in pain.

Kicking the hammer away, Jam dropped to the ground, supporting herself with her hands. Sweeping her leg out took out Sylv’s balance and with a furious cry, she kicked xem up, shoving herself off the ground to follow. Releasing a flurry of kicks, xe bashed Sylv in the head with her leg, blowing them both to opposite sides of the street.

Breathing in deeply, the woman closed her eyes and pressed her hands together, forcefully expelling her awareness of the outside world. Breathing in once, twice, thrice— her next breath out took with it all her anxieties and fury. Jam fell back into her fighting stance, opening her eyes.

She was met with Sylv right in front of her, swinging xer hammer over her head as if it were a flyswatter and Jam a particularly elusive bug.

SMASH. It cleaved downward, forcing Jam to the cobblestone street. She bounced high on impact, and Sylv whirled to meet her, hitting her upwards with another strike of the hammer and jumping to follow. Hitting out, Sylv dealt a flurry of punches, ending with another upward strike. Landing on the ground, xe began spinning in place, arms extended out with the hammer to pick up more and more speed.

Jam fell from the sky, and Sylv brought her elbows in on the last rotation to direct the full force of rotation into the next strike. It hit right before she hit the floor, bashing Jam into the wall. 

SLASH!

Summoning her hammer handle to hand, Sylv swung that hand out horizontally. “That was an interesting fight. You suffered no permanent injuries, yes?”

Jam groaned on the ground. Shoving herself to her feet, she brought her arms up. “How dare you…!” Stumbling, she slammed her foot against the ground to steady herself. “I'm not finished yet! You'll pay for what you've done!”

Sylv shook xer hands, agitation blatant in the movement. “He's fine . I don't understand why you're so mad.”

“YOU TOOK HIM APART!”

“I PUT HIM BACK TOGETHER!”

Growing a fearsome expression, Jam punched her hand into the flat of her other hand. “I'll kill you— of that, I can promise!”

“I don't want to deal with this.” Sylv tossed the handle of her hammer aside. It vanished before it hit the floor. “I'm getting the hell out of here. And by the way? Your dumplings aren't even that delicious!” With that parting blow, Sylv ran off.

“How dare you!” Jam moved to follow. “Don't run away, you— eek!” She tripped on fabric, falling face first into the dress she'd thrown off at the beginning of the fight. “Argh!”

“Huh? Ms. Kuradoberi, are you alright?”

Jam turned her head. Golden sunlight streamed through his hair, making it appear like glowing fire. The framing of light behind him only emphasized how beautifully clear and pale his skin was.

“E-eh?” Jam’s mouth fell open.

Ky Kiske crouched slightly, offering her his hand. “What happened?” He frowned, eyebrows creasing. “May I help you up?”

Placing her hand gently in his, Jam clung to him the moment she was on her feet.

“Eah—!” Ky startled.

“Oh, Ky, I was so scared!” Jam sniffled next to his ear. “This man said that he took you apart, and I thought he was saying that he'd… That he'd…! Oh, I thought you had died !”

“H-huh?” Ky’s free hand hovered, unsure of what to do with itself. “That's… I'm sorry you experienced that…” He patted her hesitantly on the shoulder. “Would you mind, er… Letting go of me?”

She sniffled harder. “Oh, I don't know if I can! I just keep remembering the way that he spoke of it… So casually…! It was heartbreaking!” Rubbing her thumb over his hand, she continued. “I don't know if I can recover from the stress… Unless… I had someone for company…”

Ky’s face went through a series of expressions. Finally, it landed on hesitant acceptance. “I… I guess I can spare an hour…”

Internally, Jam pumped her fist. She'd gotten her date, and the food hadn't even had a chance to cool. The next time that mystery man ate a full meal at her restaurant, she'd give him free drinks!

Her eyebrows pressed together. Had she seen him before…? The teal hair seemed familiar. With someone else… A far, far, far prettier boy?

She shrugged off the thought. There was no use thinking about it now— she had a date!

“So, Ky, there's this pretty forest right outside of town…”

[cult-of-the-rizz]

-Sylvandre's Lamb-

before he became the last lamb(sheep), Sylv was a father to a little lamb who was captured and taken from him, executed on the altar for the gods of the old faith.

Sylv only accepted the position as vessel to gain the power to bring his baby back, but in the process he realized that he didn't want his lamb to grow up in a world of cults and abusive gods.

so when he got the chance to give the crown back, he did just that. and left Narinder with the power he lusted for, rising to full godhood.

but this wasn't enough. Narinder couldn't handle Sylvandre not wanting to join his cult and adore him, so he hunted Sylv. at first it was for revenge, out of petty feelings of rejection, then it grew into a nastier beast. Nari needed to feel loved by Sylv, the only one in his world that didn't worship the ground he walked, he needed it more than anything in the world. he could have anything he wanted in this world, so why can't he have Sylvandre? why is he rejected time and time again? Nari needed something Sylv couldn't resist. and he knew just what that could be.

Sylvandre's lamb. his precious baby, ripped from the sleep of death by a god obsessed. Nari presents the lamb to their father, promising Sylv could have them back if he joined the cult. how could he say no? that would mean losing his baby twice.

(Cont below ↓)

Sylvandre's lamb is what would be The Lamb, the pc/mc, if they hadn't been executed at the young age of 10 winters. in Sylv's timeline, the Lamb dies young, leaving Sylv as the last sheep in the lands of the old faith, the last vessel of the red crown.

--

uh oh slutrinder fucked up big time

he thought he was going to play god and be loved for it but instead he made sylv hate him for real and girlie is going to have a mental breakdown. normally he'd cry into his silk pillows on his luxurious giant bed but this time it's more of a "scream, thrash and rip flesh from bone" type of breakdown

also he makes his sheep wear bells. little lamb has a bell cuz it's easier for nari and the twins to keep track of them. Sylv has a bell because Nari thinks it's "cute" (demeaning) and "a sign of his favor" (his possessiveness).

[kendsleyauthor]

Golden Hour

Shot in the Dark (Canon)

~1500 words

Warning: Sexual content, minors DNI

Summary: In the peace and quiet of the wilderness, Jon and Sylvia explore a new level of intimacy while navigating their stark size difference.

This story takes place about a month after the first book in the series! Jon and Sylv have made out a lot at this point, but this is their fist time going a bit further 😘

Co-written by @marydublinauthor 🌸

“How much further do you want to go?” Sylvia called back to Jon.

Climbing over a lichen-covered fallen tree, Jon joined her at the edge of the tree line. He surveyed the stretch of land below. “Let’s stop down there at the water,” he said. “That’s a perfect spot, right?” 

He would hear no argument from her. Sylvia was elated to be in the tranquility of the sloping forest with him. 

Her human. Even after nearly a month on the road together, it still felt surreal to have her affections returned. 

Sylvia flew by Jon’s side as he trotted down the grassy slope towards the creek. The sun was dipping low between trees, bathing the world in a cozy amber glow. 

“This is very romantic,” she said, flying backward to fix him with a coy grin. Her stomach somersaulted when Jon laughed, looking down at himself sheepishly. 

“We haven’t had a moment alone for like, nine days,” he said. 

“Not that you’ve been counting.” 

They shared another knowing laugh. After taking an exhilarating swoop through the branches, Sylvia circled back down to land on Jon’s shoulder.  

It pleased her to see the gentle look on his face, knowing that he felt a connection to nature here, too. He was nothing like the disgusting beasts she had been taught humans were. He noticed the crop of wildflowers growing along the creek’s bank, the sparkle of golden hour sunlight on the rushing water. He inhaled deeply when a breeze came through, tousling his hair. 

Filled with affection for him, she leaned into his neck and basked in his nearness. 

When he approached the water, he crouched near the bank. His fingers skated over the gentle flow of the stream. He even treated water with care, Sylvia thought, burying a smile into her hand.

The water was tranquil enough to discern their reflection. She leaned out and squinted. After regarding the two of them, she swallowed hard. She was so small on his shoulder. And she was certain that he was eyeing her position, too.

“So, what do you think?” he said. “Is this the spot?”

She snapped out of her insecurities and smiled. “The spot for what?” she asked innocently.

His hand drifted up to his shoulder, fingertips wet from the creek as he brushed her leg. “Whatever you want.”

Ever the gentleman, she thought. But her heart fluttered. For once, there wasn’t a time limit, and that simultaneously excited and flustered her. Without the excuse to hurry things up, she was nearly overwhelmed by the promise of whatever you want.

“Well, I know where I want to start.” She weaved through his fingers and fluttered in front of his lips. 

This, at least, she was very much used to. She leaned in and kissed him as she pondered how far she could allow this ago—what she could allow him to do. She’d been with many fairies, but Jon was so large and intimidating, gentle or not. She couldn’t simply pull him where she wanted him.

Jon lifted a hand under her, brushing against her dangling legs. He was getting so good at that—sourcing her position blindly and holding still so she could seat herself on his curled fingers. She felt the beginnings of possessiveness blossom as she let her weight rest on him. Her spot. 

His kisses deepened in reply to her eager hands against his jaw. A little moan crept out of him she nibbled him, like he had been waiting for this moment, counting every second. Sylvia froze up briefly when Jon placed soft, featherlight kisses to her cheeks—her traitor mark, too. She remembered in an instant how her beautiful face was now forever marred. But his affections didn’t falter against the puckered, inked pattern. Not for a second. 

The realization of this swelled like music in her soul, and Sylvia knew she needed his lips on more of her skin. She peeled off her forest green top, tossing it into the air with abandon. Jon drew back, drinking in the sight of her. She was still getting used to that hungry look in his eye, and wished she could hear what he was thinking. 

She leaned forward, happily bracing herself for more of his affection. But a little shudder passed his lips. The want on his face faltered and left her perplexed. Her insecurity resurfaced. As she searched his expression, she chanced a smile. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Surely you’ve done this with human girls, right?”

Then it occurred to her that maybe he hadn’t. He looked worried rather than put off.

“You have done things before, right?” Her brow knit. “I mean, it’s fine if you haven’t, but I just assumed—”

Jon cut her off with a gentle kiss to the lower half of her face and a soft laugh. “Yeah, I have. But you’re not some human girl, Sylv. The last thing I want to do is scare you off by being too… excited.”

“That’s incredibly sweet of you.” She promptly followed that up by sliding her shorts off and kicking them off her ankles. She propped one leg on his fingers and let the other dangle, throwing her arm out in a dramatic pose. “I think I’m more likely to scare you off.”

“I’d love to see you try.” His other hand approached, a fingertip tracing along the curve of her hip, down her thigh. That slight bit of hesitation still laced his touch, making him pause too soon. 

She rested a hand on his finger, urging him to explore. She couldn’t deny that her heartbeat raced even faster at the thought of him being unfettered. 

“Lower,” she said, looking at him directly so he wouldn’t second-guess her surety. Golden sunlight danced in his eyes. “If you want to, of course. If I don’t like it, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

A glaze went over his face, like he was in a trance as her instructions settled in. Then, a devilish smile she’d never seen him wear took hold. His thumb brushed her cheek, while the index finger of the same hand pushed under her lower back and curled to squeeze her ass. 

“I’m dying to taste you,” he whispered. 

Jon’s lips moved over her again—over her navel, towards her sprawled legs. Sylvia breathed heavily, equal parts nerves and anticipation battling in her chest. A happy scream escaped her unbidden with the first brush of his tongue between her thighs. She clamped her legs together involuntarily and Jon stopped at once. 

“Sorry,” he blurted. “If you’re not ready—”

“No, please,” Sylvia leaned up, touching his chin. “Keep going.”

Slowly, a grin replaced his trepidation. “Yeah?” 

She leaned back and reached for her panties. Jon’s hands moved. His free hand stopped hers. A look passed between them. He took hold of the delicate fabric and tugged it down her ankles. 

Utterly bare and vulnerable, she held her breath as his fingertip traced up her calf, then her thigh. She shivered with delight as his touch slid in between her legs. Letting her head fall back, she shut her eyes.

“Still okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she rasped.

His fingertip stirred in a tight circle, making her back arch. Too soon, his touch abandoned her—but the soft heat of his lips swiftly replaced it. His huff of anticipation warmed the air around her.

Then he tasted her, and she could only whimper wordlessly.

When he flinched at the sound, she managed to breathe out, “Don’t you dare stop.”

She swore that his response was a deep chuckle, but all she could focus on was the sensation of his tongue. She rocked her hips up and down, biting her lip so hard that she nearly drew blood. With each new sound she made, Jon hesitated a little less.

She could feel how her enthusiasm invited his own vigor. Sylvia couldn’t deny the thread of fear that fluttered through her when Jon applied more pressure—utterly aware of the devastation he was capable of.

But he was careful, gentle, tender, hers. 

His free hand brushed a thumb over her breasts, his touch like an artist memorizing clay. Briefly, his thumb passed over her throat, and she let herself feel how weightless she was in his hands. 

She had no idea how much time had passed since they started, only that the sun’s golden glow was slowly turning scarlet. Sylvia thought she might die from pleasure from the combined sensations, but instead, she finished with a soft, musical cry. She was panting, blinking her eyes open to find Jon lowering his hand to look down at her. His tongue flicked over his lower lip, tasting her once more. He looked so pleased at the sight of her.

She beamed up at him, and they shared a breathless smile. His fingers curled protectively around her lithe, naked body as the wind blew through the forest. 

“Was that alright?” Jon asked. 

Sylvia flopped her head back, an enchanted giggle spilling out of her. Her bare skin tingled against the cool wind and Jon’s warm hands. 

“Yeah,” she said. “It was fine.”

[tess-grey-maned]

Sender take a stab for reciever.

Tess and post shadowlands Sylvanas

thank you so much!! fic below the cut :D ngl i haven't written tess in a long time and i've never written post SL sylv before so pls be nice to me!

  She’s been struggling with her memories since the soul fusion.

  Some of the faces she guides out of the Maw are familiar, their names or their deaths hovering on the tip of her tongue, just out of reach; their consciousnesses brush hers, screaming wordless obscenities at her, stabbing her with cold, condemning anger as she sends them on their way. Not once does she flinch. Not once does she fight back. She keeps her eyes down, and her focus on her penance.

  One soul, brimming with youth and broken optimism, breaks ranks and rushes at her in a swirl of Thalassian tulips, a smiling mouth open and calling her name-

  But she flings them up before they can. Insults in Darnassian she takes in stoic silence. To hear herself condemned in her own tongue would… hurt.

  There are no days in the Maw, and Sylvanas rarely allows herself rest. She stumbles from one lost soul to another, worn down like a cog in the Azerite machines she can’t quite remember the blueprints for anymore (were there three levers or four? One goblin operator or two?) On occasion she cleans her leathers. When her boots go into holes, she hunts Maw-touched beasts to replace the soles.

  There are no hours in the Maw, no sunrises or sunsets, nothing familiar, nothing she can cling to. But no matter the circumstances, no Windrunner would be too tired or disorientated to recognise she was being followed.

  Followed by the living, no less.

  They’re good, she’ll give them that. Their footsteps are too soft even for her hearing. They cling to the shadows like a child to a blanket. But they are still human, and so she guides one more soul upwards, flinching at the psychic bellow of IHATEYOUIHATEYOUMURDERERBUTCHER it jabs her with as it’s pulled away.

  Then she turns to the rock beside her, and folds her arms.

  “Princess Greymane. An unexpected- surprise.” She has to pause to cough mid-sentence. She’s had no need for words since her sentence began; her throat feels dry and clogged. “What brings you- ahem- to the Maw?”

  “Oh, bollocks to it,” comes from behind the rock, and Tess Greymane emerges, brushing her own breeches off. “I should have known the Banshee Queen would sniff me out. What gave me away? Did I leave a footprint?”

  “To your credit, no. I did indeed sniff you out.” Sylvanas shifts her weight onto one leg. “You had roasted Gilnean boar for lunch, with a seasoning mixture from the Gilnean royal family’s cookbook. My spies were nothing if not thorough.” And, when Tess only blinks in response: “Though the recipe originated in Quel’Thalas. The Dawnstrider family. No. No, the Dawntreader- no- why are you here?”

  “Well, make your mind up!” Tess’ fists are clenched above the pommels of her daggers. “I want you to lead me to Liam. The Arbiter says he hasn’t passed through yet. He’s still down here somewhere and… well, I… you’re uniquely placed to…” She pauses. Her mouth works silently. “Erm, locate him,” she finishes, uncertainly.

  “… And who is Liam?”

  The screech that rips itself from Tess’ throat has Sylvanas stepping backwards sharply. “I beg your- how dare- what do you mean, who is Liam?” She lunges for Sylvanas, eyes wild. “My BROTHER! You MURDERED him!”

  “You must understand-” There are so many I killed here, how could I possibly know where one is, which one was he-

  “You fucking murdered my brother and you don’t even REMEMBER!” One flailing fist grabs Sylvanas by the collar; she jolts forwards with a grunt. “Let me enlighten you, you rotting bitch, you conquered my homeland and you slew my brother, yeah? Sound familiar?”

  “I-”

  “Don’t give me that shit! Nobody fucking forgets something like that! I don’t care if your fucking Scourge brains are turning to fucking liquid between those knife-ears, I want you to find Liam so he can be at peace, so that my family has justice, and so that my father will finally fucking accept he’s gone!”

  “What did he look like?”

  “Like me!”

  Of course. But long red hair in a ponytail, where hers is raven-black (like Minn’da’s). Steely faced- it was obviously his first battle. He was on horseback. A blade in one hand, a blade with gleaming runes, the dewdrops froze on her skin as he charged her down no he held a torch he was another human prince it impaled her and it stole the air from her lungs, it cut her so deep, cut her soul

  “-Windrunner! Fucking snap out of it!”

  She jerks back to reality as Tess Greymane slaps her in the face.

  “Ow,” she says, on nothing but instinct.

  And Tess- actually rolls her eyes, like a gossiping maid-servant. “Oh, come on. That didn’t hurt.”

  “No. No, it didn’t. Though if you want to tell everyone on Azeroth that you hurt me, I’m sure they would be delighted to know.”

  One hand still gripping her collar, Tess tilts her head, staring at Sylvanas. “You know,” she says, and wets her lips with the tip of her tongue, “I always thought of you as this malevolence. This wordless evil in the dark. A brooding, ruthless assassin who stole my brother away. And you’re just a-”

  “You’re not the first to call me a monster, and you won’t be the last.” Tess’ brows furrow. “For what it is worth,” Sylvanas continues, and gently untangles Tess’ fist from her shirt, “I had no quarrel with your brother, nor your country. Garrosh- whom I did have a quarrel with- he gave me the “choice” of staying together and risking my people’s annihilation in a hopeless, pointless war with Gilneas, or watching my people be carved up into regiments and thrown at the Alliance until none of us remained.” She shrugs. “Obviously, I chose the former. I cannot apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

  “Well,” Tess snaps, “I won’t apologise for acting in my people’s interests.”

  And she slaps Sylvanas hard enough to send her stumbling backwards.

  There’s a pause, as Sylvanas silently prods at her teeth one by one with her tongue.

  “No ‘ow’ this time?”

  “My apologies. Ow.”

  “Huh.”

  The silence falls again.

  “I… fuck’s sake. I thought this would give me closure too. But I knew it was Garrosh. He admitted it all at the trial. I-” Tess’ shoulders slump. “He… he was really going to do that to the Forsaken? Deliberately send you to your deaths?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why didn’t you tell us or something? Pretend to invade? We could have-”

  “You would have slaughtered us on sight, like every other human nation.”

  Tess opens her mouth, the beginning of a protest on her lips-

  And promptly closes it. Sighs, heavily, and plops down on the rock beside her. “Yes,” she admits. “Yes. We would have.”

  “And Garrosh knew that too.”

  “Fuck him.”

  “That,” Sylvanas says, and prods her face to check for any blood, “we can agree on.”

  “Yes.”

  Finding nothing but dry, cold, lifeless skin, Sylvanas straightens herself up, hands folding behind her back. “If you are willing to help guide me to him, I am willing to find your brother. It may take some time. The Maw is a hostile environment to living creatures.” Even now, a presence is creeping nearer, and she readies herself for another psychic bombardment from a night elven soul. “Many adventurers died here in their attempts to stop Zovaal, and many condemned entities remain even after his demise. Entities that will slaughter anything living they come across.” Is that a soul? Do you need guidance?

  No, comes the guttural answer. Sylvanas stiffens.

  Tess stares at her, oblivious to the shadow materialising behind her. “But our reports said there was nothing-”

  “MAWSWORN!” Sylvanas shouts, and dives at Tess to throw her away from the dagger that lodges in her stomach instead.

  The Mawsworn rears back with a screech, dragging a second blade from its holster and Sylvanas yanks the dagger from her belly just in time to parry the killing blow with it. “He’s gone,” she cries. “Zovaal is gone!”

  “BETRAYER!” Their blades clash so hard it sets Sylvanas’ ears ringing. Her feet scrabble desperately for purchase in the dust. “THE WORLD MUST BE BROKEN!”

  “He,” she pants, feinting this way and that way for some sort of opening, “is-”

  There THERE her blade flashes in to puncture its heart just as Tess’ buries itself in its back and the Mawsworn screams in agony, flailing at her wailing at her and they jump back from its death throes.

  “Dead,” she finishes as it dissolves.

  The cloud dissipates to reveal Tess, one shirt sleeve bloodied, staring dumbly at her.

  “You… you saved me.” A hand comes up to point at Sylvanas’ belly. “You- you actually took a dagger for me. You did.”

  Sylvanas looks down at herself. At the black blood oozing lazily from the stab wound to her belly. The sluggish, half-forgotten ache of her cold body going through the motions of mending.

  She looks back up at Tess.

  “Oh, right,” she says. “Ow.”

[rosecreates]

Consider this my finalized "List of My Tavs" because I've made one for pretty much every class I'm interested in playing at this point (having made 3 more since my previous post about the Tavs I have and including Sylve this time because I love her, even if her playthrough has been completed) and I think they're all a very lovely various bunch of ladies.

From left to right, top to bottom...

Sylve: High Half-Elf / Ranger - Beast Tamer

Raven: Lolth-Sworn Drow / Bard - College of Swords

Nimue: High Elf / Sorcerer - Draconic Bloodline (White)

Ez'ria: Githyanki / Warlock - The Great Old One

Bea: Half-Drow / Wizard - School of Necromancy

Lusine: Mephistopheles Tiefling / Paladin - Oath of Devotion / Deity - Selune

Fortuna: Fairy [Modded Race] / Bard - College of Lore / Deity - Tymora

Elrayne: Seldarine Drow / Cleric - Light Domain / Deity - Eilistraee

Lorona: Levistus Tiefling [Modded Subrace] / Rogue - Thief

Acantha: Seldarine Drow / Ranger - Gloomstalker

Helene: High Elf / Druid - Circle of the Moon / Deity - Silvanus

(Not bothering to specify romances this time only because several are undecided and several are just Astarion because this white-haired vampire has me in chokehold but Elrayne and Karlach are super cute I'll say)

Edit: I changed Helene's image because my intention for her is "Moon/Nature Witch" in terms of appearance, and well, the new outfit I've given her fits better.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Hart and Hunter - Chapter 27 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Julian Hart

"What have you been up to, Rian?"

Not much of this made sense to me but I was fairly certain I'd just been called an 'it' and a 'child' in one sentence and decided to take offense.

"Excuse me," I say.

"But who the fuck are you?"

The tall Fae turns to me with a smile, though it isn't a friendly expression and raises his brows with mock incredulity.

"What? Has my dear brother failed to mention me?"

"Must have slipped his mind," I say, glancing at Halloran, whose face has become like a mask.

"Julian, this is my father's son, Prince Darragh," he says.

"And those two are my cousins, Alyth and Sylv."

"A pleasure, I'm sure," I say, although I'm not particularly sure at all.

"What the hell are they doing here?"

Darragh smirks and turns his attention back to Halloran, ignoring me.

"So, brother, what is taking so long that I must come to discover the cause of your delay? You have the beast on a leash and Beauty here, in hand. Why do you not return to court?"

"You know it's become more complicated than that," Halloran mutters and nods at the Fae holding Ingrid.

"What did you do to the She-Wolf?"

"Nothing. She's insurance. She'll wake up with a bit of a headache but otherwise, she'll be fine and don't bother screaming for the others," he adds, glancing at me.

"We're in a pocket. They won't hear us."

Halloran frowns.

"Pockets don't last long and you can't stay here. What is your plan?"

"Simple. We take the boy home. Once he's been... re-educated... father will put him to use."

"Like he did Rhiannon?"

Darragh nods.

"Only, this time, no mistakes. You should have known better than to get the changelings involved."

Slowly, I turn to Halloran, whose face has gone stark white.

"Julian... it's not what you think," he says, raising his hands.

"It's..."

"Oh, I imagine it's exactly as he thinks," Darragh laughs.

"The irony is almost too delightful," he adds, moving to stand in front of me.

"Just imagine... if your Wolf hadn't contacted the Fae when he was so desperate to rescue you, we'd never have known you existed."

"If you hurt Dane, I'll..."

"Oh, never fear," Darragh says with a smirk.

"We won't touch a hair on his wolfy head. We'll leave that to our cousins... the ones you call skin-changers."

Shot through with shock and anger, my muscles tense for attack and my Fae aspect grows more pronounced.

With sharp nails and teeth and a snarl on my lips, I prepare to launch myself at Darragh.

Unfortunately, the other Fae is faster and with a motion almost too quick to see, he raises his hand and blows a puff of air in my face.

Surprised, I stumble back a pace and bump into the tree at my back as a fine powder gets in my eyes and mingles with my breath.

"What the hell...?"

I cough as my senses waver and my muscles go weak.

Halloran catches me as I slump and supports my weight with an arm around my back and I lack the strength to push him away.

"Just a little 'faerie dust," Darragh says, brushing off his hands.

"Ignorant as you are, it seems you've stumbled upon some of your natural gifts through instinct or dumb luck and I'm supposed to deliver you unharmed."

"Deliver me... where?" I gasp.

"To Faerie, of course. Or more precisely, to my father, King Oberon the Third. Now, we're breaking quite a few rules just by being here and the Confusion I cast will only last so long. We'd best get moving. Rian, I assume you can handle the babysitting?"

"No," Halloran yells, his arm tightening about my waist, as he takes a step back, away from the other Fae.

"I've told you... things have changed, Darragh. The war is over and I have a duty here. The changelings are our enemies. We should be allying ourselves with the Wolves."

Darragh's smile spreads, transforming his beautiful face with a predatory grin.

"Oh? Still feeling guilty, are you? Well, perhaps you're right... perhaps I'll go back to Father and explain exactly why everything went so wrong last time. I'm sure he'll forgive you... when you're dead."

"You wouldn't."

Halloran shakes his head.

"Brother..."

"Half-brother, as you're so quick to point out," Darragh says, his smile vanishing like a snuffed flame, leaving his face cold and his beauty cruel.

"Come now... we can settle our little family feud later. For now, it's a long walk to the standing stones, even through a pocket and if I were you, I'd rather not be anywhere near this place when that Wolf catches wind of us."

[september11th2001]

Might make a oneshot about that "lilith as Sylvie's mom" crossover idea

YESSSS

now i wanna make some ee x owl house edits ... fuck

[wibblywobblyyy]

my brother said that mr beast’s next video should be “paying @jelloapocalypse for season 2 of epithet erased” hahahahahhaha

[painted-fanbird]

And SPEAKING of blorbo from my video games, Sylvanas Windrunner?? The Blorbo from my Video Game. By which I mean the version of Sylvanas I made up in my head and not whatever the heck is happening in game. Because uhhh yikes fam.

Like, I like what we had prior to Legion! Which wasn’t exactly much in terms of strictly WoW lore (as far as I remember. I also don’t know what she was up to in Warcraft lol), but it was cool! A woman driven by the need to kill the man who killed her, raised her into undead servitude, and turned her against her own people. And she gets that! Arthas is killed, her vengeance is fulfilled, and with nothing left in this unlife for her she jumps from the top of ICC.

Only to be met with Warcraft Hell not the Maw because that’s dead to me and the reminder that her people still need her. If I remember her short story correctly lol. So Sylvannas comes back, tied to the Valkyrie and with a renewed sense of purpose for her life.

Now imagine, if instead of whatever mess that is canon, Sylvannas instead got an arc that focused on her becoming a protector of the Horde. A ruthless, bloodthirsty one, but a protector nonetheless.

In Cata she’s just vibing and bolstering the Forsaken and maybe connecting more with the Blood Elves. Because I’m not sure how much of that she’s done yet XD But mostly she’s lying low and sassing Garrosh when he comes around and probably still causing problems for Gilneas XD

In MoP she’s chomping at the bit to get Garrosh gone when she realizes he’s a problem, and she realizes she kind of cares about the Horde as a whole and not just the Forsaken and the Blood Elves. Starting with the Pandaren of all peoples. Seeing them get abused by Garrosh, alongside the Forsaken and Blood Elves triggers some long dormant instinct from when she was alive. It’s a protective one lol.

WoD is another lying low expansion, because we as players spend all our time on Draenor. But in the background Sylvannas is actually becoming a close advisor to Vol’jin. Because Vol’jin deserves to be warchief for longer than five minutes lol, and I think him and Sylv as warchief and right hand would be great. He’s more chill and Sylvanas’s first response to most problems is murder.

Legion is her moment to shine, leading forces against the Burning Legion as a military commander like in her Ranger-General days. She’s a beast in battle, she looks out for her forces, and is fast to accept the demon hunters once they prove their worth, because she’s becoming somewhat of a champion for the outcasted <3

BfA is more Sylv as a commander, following the logic I think she had in one of the novels. We’re at peace with the Alliance now, but what about in 5 years? 10? 15? We should be claiming the Azerite now, just in case. But with no burning of Teldrassil. It could still burn, but N’zoth is probably directly responsible for that if so. She didn’t do it lol. Also Azerite is probably most commonly found on the coats, and places ravaged by the cataclysm. For flavor! Also Tyrande can have her little vengeance arc early and turn the moon warrior stuff on the old gods! It’s a win win!

Dragonflight would be a backseat Sylvannas expansion. She’s probably back in Org with Vol’jin chilling. If she drops by the dragon isles, she gets to learn how to relax in between shooting primalists XD

[forestofforever]

Cursed Sylv for his Beauty and the Beast AU :D

[feelin-lo]

Comfort in Insanity.

Celtic x Raloris.

Suggested by @boiling-potato , Celtic belongs to @aesopsbaby .

This is my attempt at a slow burn style fic, so excuse the length, I did my best.

"ILL KILL YOU!"

That was a few hours ago, as the sun hit its peak in the sky, the group had hit a den of monsters, sparks flew, Blood was spilled, blades clashed and wounds were opened.

The last one left standing, a manic man with elven heritage. The others; too tired to move or too beaten up to stay awake "FALL BACK. THAT'S AN ORDER RALO!" the leader yelled as the Manic lifted his polearm, swinging without restraint, leaving no living beast behind.

He had bathed in blood that day, speaking in unhinged, ethereal language as his blade hit skin. He carried his comrades with his leader, to the nearest town.

"You disobeyed an order raloris." He scolded, eyes meeting lost windows into the soul of the ruined "And yet, here we are." Raloris said meeting the leaders gaze.

They found an empty tavern, not a soul in sight. They paid their fare and slipped their injured companions into rooms, taking hours from the day and giving them to the ones on the brink.

"Vince and Sylvester are fine. Zion is also unconscious. I gave him a small elixir to help him sleep. The other two have been patched up and are also resting" Raloris said, drying sweat from his face. "That was a close one." Celtic sighed, running his hands through his hair "Want a drink?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Despite it being so late, the tavern was empty, the whole place was theirs to wander in. "What'll it be lads?" The tall and gruff bartender asked "Two honey meads Ma'am" Raloris smiled, sliding some coins her way "and a jug of whatevers strongest." He added, slipping her an extra gold or three.

Celtic took a seat and Raloris brought their drinks, sitting down opposite his leader and sliding the mead over. "What you did today was reckless and irresponsible. You of all people should know better. When I tell you to withdraw, you do it. Am I understood?" Celtic scolded, leaning forward and glaring "You sound like my dad." Raloris sighed, sitting back and taking a swig of his mead, looking outside to see some birds in a nest "They're so free..." Raloris sighed, his mood plummeting.

"apologies."

"You got nothing to be sorry for. You aren't a racist, misogynistic, overbearing, sexist, disgusting excuse for a living being." Raloris said, almost becoming a new person, venom in every word. But, by now, Celtic was used to such dramatic changes.

"Why do you care so much about wether or not I follow orders or not? I'm a stranger! I could kill you, I might be deceiving you right now. I might have poisoned your mead, stabbed you with a magic dagger or-!" "Stop it. Just.. stop. You're having a moment again"

Raloris took a deep breath "Thanks." He said, rubbing his temple and sighing. "And to answer your question" Celtic started, taking a sip of mead "Because I care about you. We've had countless drinks together, countless moments where we are at each others mercy. I know more about you than you do."

"that doesn't-"

"And I know about your past. When we went to your hometown, all of the elves looked at you differently. I know how that feels. I can relate in some way". Celtic interjected, stopping Raloris from objecting. "You... i..." Raloris said, a tear starting to form in his eye "What about Vince?"

"Yes, I care about Vince and sylv, All of our teammates. I love them all. But... when we share something intoxicating, be it a drink or a session of tears and anguish, it feels different"

Raloris, for once in his long life... was speechless.

He was able to find a word or two after a long moment of silence. "I don't know which one you're talking about. Be it me or the me who's not me. Was I ever really me to begin with? Who was this me that arrived when father died? Was that the real me and the me that I am now a fake? Was I never really real? Was I a figment of my own imagination? Was i-!" Raloris was in tears at this point and it brought something up that was deep in Celtic, he reached forward and cupped Raloris' cheeks, pulling him close as he slowly pressed his lips to the half elf.

He could taste alcohol on Raloris' lips, intoxication in his saliva, and salt from his tears, his instincts took over in a way, a hand coming up behind Ralo's head and deepening this thing they had started, they had no choice but to pull away for air, Raloris chased oxygen like a starved man while Celtic stared breathless, looking into Raloris' eyes as he spoke sincerely;

"I don't care which one I'm speaking to. I'm speaking to you, and there's something about the way you walk, talk and hold yourself. I just feel things that I never knew I could feel when I see you. And when I see you break down like this which I have only ever seen once before, it makes my heart cry. Raloris, when you get hurt, be it a monster or a rock you trip on, I get angry and want to destroy it. When you slay an enemy I feel so so proud that I fight beside you." He said, shakily breathing as he spoke, adrenaline ran though his veins like a marathon, it never seemed to stop.

It seemed Raloris felt the same, finding his lips on Celtic once again, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest, he ran his hands through Celtic's jet black hair, it was soft, endless.

Endless as the night itself, endless as his respect...no... love, for Celtic. Raloris had to pull away, needing more air "I get it. I feel the same except I can't find the words for once in my life" he gasped, no longer drunk on mead, but on the taste of Celtic.

Sight: Celtic

Sound: Celtic's breathing

Taste: Mead and celtic.

Celtic, Celtic, Celtic.

His eyes wandered Celtic's frame, gripping at his shirt and placing his head in his chest he smelt nice, like a warrior. Like a friend. Someone he could depend on, someone he could risk everything for-

His thought was stopped by the bartender, who slipped and elixir on the table "Look, if you boys are gonna do this, take it upstairs at least." He said and both boys went an extreme shade of red. After a little embarrassing conversation with the bartender, they shuffled outside and observed the stars "That was awkward." Raloris joked, still as red as the blood they had spilled that morning."

"Sorry. There's something about The way you taste Raloris.... addicting.." Celtic said under his breath to have at least a little bit of Pride left over, but with Ralo's enhanced hearing, he could hear every word and it made him blush even harder "we can... do that again if you'd like? Take it a little more slowly this time?" Raloris offered, shuffling closer to Celtic, able to smell his scent again. "Sure" Celtic said, shuffling closer, only millimetres away from the half elf.

Raloris was gentle and Celtic was just as gentle, pressing their lips together again as A meteor shower fell behind them, filling the sky as the magical moment occured.

[flooftism]

(ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू) EVERETT'S PRONOUN HOARD ଓ

i hoard many, many pronouns. i figured i would organize them all into a masterlist so you don't have to ask me whenever you want to refer to me.

Xミ◦❧◦°˚°◦.¸¸◦°´♥︎*•.¸ ~Xx♥︎xX~ ¸.•*♥︎´°◦¸¸.◦°˚°◦☙◦彡X

NORMAL PRONOUNS ଓ

fae/fae/faer/faers/faerself

they/them/their/theirs/themself

he/him/his/his/himself

it/it/its/its/itself

EDGY THEMED NEOS ଓ

goth/goth/goths/goths/gothself

floof/floof/floofs/floofs/floofself

blood/blood/bloods/bloods/bloodself

howl/howl/howls/howls/howlself

skull/skull/skulls/skulls/skullself

collar/collar/collars/collars/collarself

edge/edge/edgys/edgys/edgyself

claw/claw/claws/claws/clawself

grim/grimm/grimms/grimms/grimmself

knife/knife/knifes/knives/kniveself

scourge/scourge/scourges/scourges/scourgeself

spike/spike/spikes/spikes/spikeself

rot/rot/rots/rots/rotself

stab/stab/stabs/stabs/stabself

bite/bite/bites/bites/biteself

fang/fang/fangs/fangs/fangself

beast/beast/beasts/beasts/beastself

blade/blade/blades/blades/bladeself

candle/candle/candles/candles/candleself

wilt/wilt/wilts/wilts/wiltself

coffin/coffin/coffins/coffins/coffinself

smoke/smoke/smokes/smokes/smokeself

poison/poison/poisons/poisons/poisonself

dea/death/deaths/deaths/deathself

mist/mists/mists/mists/mistself

chain/chain/chains/chains/chainself

bat/bat/bats/bats/batself

grey/grey/greys/greys/greyself

slash/slash/slashes/slashes/slashself

timber/timber/timbers/timbers/timberself

scent/scent/scents/scents/scentself

sniff/sniff/sniffs/sniffs/sniffself

scare/scare/scares/scares/scareself

crow/crow/crows/crows/crowself

murder/murder/murders/murders/murderself

moth/moth/moths/moths/mothself

vamp/vamp/vamps/vamps/vampself

corpse/corpse/corpses/corpses/corpseself

gut/gut/guts/guts/gutself

bat/bat/bats/bats/batself

racc/raccoon/raccoons/raccoons/raccoonself

🌕/🌖/🌗/🌘/🌑self

☔/☔/☔s/☔s/☔self

🦴/🦴/🦴s/🦴s/🦴self

🍂/🍂/🍂s/🍂s/🍂self

🔪/🔪/🔪s/🔪s/🔪self

🖤/🖤/🖤s/🖤s/🖤self

⛓️/⛓️/⛓️s/⛓️s/⛓️self

⛈️/⛈️/⛈️s/⛈️s/⛈️self

⚰️/⚰️/⚰️s/⚰️s/⚰️self

🥀/🥀/🥀s/🥀s/🥀self

🌙/🌙/🌙s/🌙s/🌙self

🗡/🗡/🗡s/🗡s/🗡self

🕯️/🕯️/🕯️s/🕯️s/🕯️self

💔/💔/💔s/💔s/💔self

🕸️/🕸️/🕸️s/🕸️s/🕸️self

🦇/🦇/🦇s/🦇s/🦇self

🚬/🚬/🚬s/🚬s/🚬self

🪓/🪓/🪓s/🪓s/🪓self

🐺/🐺/🐺s/🐺s/🐺self

🐾/🐾/🐾s/🐾s/🐾self

𖤐/𖤐/𖤐s/𖤐s/𖤐self

CUTE THEMED NEOS ଓ

puff/puff/puffs/puffs/puffself

swirl/swirl/swirls/swirls/swirlself

sweets/sweet/sweets/sweets/sweetself

cake/cake/cakes/cakes/cakeself

roll/roll/rolls/rolls/rollself

sno/snow/snowys/snowyself

luv/luv/luvs/luvs/luvself

love/love/loves/loves/loveself

he/heart/hearts/hearts/heartself

soft/soft/softs/softs/softself

sylv/sylve/sylves/sylveonself

hug/hug/hugs/hugs/hugself

ribbon/ribbon/ribbons/ribbons/ribbonself

fluff/fluffy/fluffys/fluffys/fluffyself

sock/socks/socks/socks/sockself

cinnamon/cinnamon/cinnamons/cinnamons/cinnamonself

whimper/whimper/whimpers/whimpers/whimperself

bun/bun/buns/buns/bunself

pop/pop/pops/lops/popself

tart/tart/tarts/tarts/tartself

frost/frosting/frostings/frostings/frostingself

sprinkle/sprinkle/sprinkles/sprinkles/sprinkleself

funfetti/funfetti/funfettis/funfettis/funfettiself

crush/crushs/crushs/crushs/crushself

cream/cream/creams/creams/creamself

creme/cremes/cremes/cremeself

blanket/blanket/blankets/blankets/blanketself

coo/coo/coos/coos/cooself

boo/boo/boos/boos/booself

cozy/cozy/cozys/cozys/cozyself

pillow/pillow/pillows/pillows/pillowself

sleep/sleep/sleeps/sleeps/sleepself

comfy/comfy/comfys/comfys/comfyself

nap/nap/naps/naps/napself

smol/smol/smols/smols/smolself

muffin/muffin/muffins/muffins/muffinself

flour/flour/flours/flours/flourself

jam/jam/jama/jams/jamself

neb/nebula/nebulas/nebulas/nebulasel

turt/turtle/turtles/turtles/turtleself

candy/candys/candys/candys/candyself

icing/icing/icings/icings/icingself

sugar/sugar/sugars/sugars/sugarself

gummy/gummy/gummys/gummys/gummyself

care/care/cares/cares/careself

taffy/taffy/taffys/taffys/taffyself

dove/dove/doves/doves/doveself

twinkle/twinkle/twinkles/twinkles/twinkleself

spin/spin/spins/spins/spinself

fairy/fairy/fairys/fairys/fairyself

sweet/sweet/sweets/sweets/sweetself

cotton/cotton/cottons/cottons/cottonself

star/starry/starrys/starrys/starryself

🍰/🍰/🍰s/🍰s/🍰self

🧁/🧁/🧁s/🧁s/🧁self

🍩/🍩/🍩s/🍩s/🍩self

🍫/🍫/🍫s/🍫s/🍫self

🍭/🍭/🍭s/🍭s/🍭self

🎀/🎀/🎀s/🎀s/🎀self

🍬/🍬/🍬s/🍬s/🍬self

🍪/🍪/🍪s/🍪s/🍪self

🥧/🥧/🥧s/🥧s/🥧self

🍜/🍜/🍜s/🍜s/🍜self

🍨/🍨/🍨s/🍨s/🍨self

🍧/🍧/🍧s/🍧s/🍧self

🥮/🥮/🥮s/🥮s/🥮self

💕/💕/💕s/💕s/💕self

💖/💖/💖s/💖s/💖self

💘/💘/💘s/💘s/💘self

✨/✨/✨s/✨s/✨self

🌠/🌠/🌠s/🌠s/🌠self

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star/starrys/starrys/starrys/starryself

night/night/nights/nights/nightself

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wolf/wolf/wolfs/wolfs/wolfself

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paw/paw/paws/paws/pawself

XD/XD/XDs/XDs/XDself

X3/X3/X3s/X3s/X3self

XwX/XwX/XwXs/XwXs/XwXself

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fur/fur/furs/furs/furself

stick/stickers/sticks/sticks/stickself

clown/clown/clowns/clowns/clownself

fizz/fizzy/fizzys/fizzys/fizzyself

rave/rave/raves/raves/raveself

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fun/fun/funs/funs/funself

web/web/webs/webs/webself

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chao/chao/chaos/chaos/chaoself

BSOD/BSOD/BSODs/BSODs/BSODself

LOL/LOL/LOLs/LOLs/LOLself

LUL/LUL/LULs/LULs/LULself

OwO/OwO/OwOs/OwOs/OwOself

UwU/UwU/UwUs/UwUs/UwUself

OmO/OmO/OmOs/OmOs/OmOself

UmU/UmU/UmUs/UmUs/UmUself

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yip/yippee/yippees/yippees/yippeeself

pizza/pizza/pizzas/pizzas/pizzasslf

kitten/kitten/kittens/kittens/kittenself

rawr/rawr/rawrs/rawrs/rawrself

taco/taco/tacos/tacos/tacoself

fanta/fanta/fantas/fantas/fantaself

floof/floof/floofs/floofs/floofself

game/gamer/gamers/gamers/gamerself

goop/goop/goops/goops/goopself

noob/noob/noobs/noobs/noobself

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LMAO/LMAO/LMAOs/LMAOs/LMAOself

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ZOMG/ZOMG/ZOMGs/ZOMGs/ZOMGself

🥳/🥳s

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[kendsleyauthor]

31, Jon and Sylvia

We Will Make It

Shot in the Dark (Canon)

360 words

Prompt from this list. Suggestions open!

This prompt helped me tie a sweet little bow to end the mini-arc of Can You Hear Me? and Let's Not Go There 🌸

@marydublinauthor 💕

The night’s quiet was broken only by the sound of the occasional car roaring past the motel. Every so often, a breeze stirred the water in the pool, making it lap gently against the walls. her

Sylvia was perched atop the pool fence, knees tucked to her chest. Half the outdoor lights were broken, bathing the area in shadows. But she wasn’t worried. She and the boys had done away with the rural town’s beast.

Approaching footsteps crunched leaves on the brick ground. She didn’t need to turn around to know that gait belonged to Jon.

He cleared his throat. “You sure this is a good idea? Sitting out in the open like that?” When she peeked over her shoulder, he raised his hands in peace. “Don’t get mad at me for worrying.”

Snorting, she turned herself all the way around, letting her legs dangle over the chipped paint of the fence bar. “No one besides you or Cliff could hope to find me, anyway.”

They regarded each other silently for a few seconds before Jon moved closer. He turned, leaning against the fence beside her. She was just below eye level.

“Thanks for your help tonight,” he murmured.

She wet her lips and gave him a sideways glance. “You have to understand. You… you can’t expect me to stay behind.” Scooting closer, she leaned out to rest a hand on his cheek. “I care too much now. You two aren’t going anywhere without me.”

“I get it.”

“Do you?”

“I do. I wish it were different, but I do get it.”

She drew in a long breath, tenderly stroking his jawline. “Are we okay?” she asked, softer.

His hand inched upward and found her. Fingertips grazed her wings delicately. “We’ll make it,” he assured.

“Good.” She leaned into his touch, wriggling down into his palm. “I should probably get away from the fence. I’m getting dizzy—I’m starting to think it’s got some iron in it.”

“Sylv,” he groaned, chuckling with bemusement. He drew her away from the fence like it was a snarling monster. Although he muttered something about her being more mindful, she could hear the smile in his voice.

They would be fine.

[candiedfain]

DQ11 NCT 127 Theme Songs Explanations part 2

I know there's only like 2 people in this fandom but I like to finish what I start so here is the part 2 of my DQ11 Party Members NCT 127 Theme Songs Explanations (SPOILERS)

Sylv: Sticker

Lyric(s) I associate with Sylvando: "I make you shine brighter"(he's a literal performer, plus wherever he goes he makes people be the best version of themselves), "forget about the troubling world" (him wanting to bring smiles and happiness to Erdrea), "roll up to the party" (we can infer Sylv's a party animal lol)

Other reasons for association: I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY STICKER GETS SO MUCH HATE I MEAN I UNDERSTAND IT'S A LITTLE WEIRD BUT THAT'S LITERALLY NCT 127'S THING THAT'S WHAT THEY'RE KNOWN FOR- anyways I'm gonna defend Sticker here cause I honestly think it's a banger plus my reasoning for giving it to Sylv. First off, idk if it's just me but Sticker kinda has a Hispanic sound to it (this coming from a Puerto Rican), which is perfect cause Sylv is depicted as Spanish. Another reason I associate this song with him is because of the sort of sly, playful mood of the song, plus its whole theme being about love, a theme very relevant to Sylv.

Jade: Kick It

Lyric(s) I associate with Jade: "and I'm gonna kick it like Bruce Lee" (Jade being a martial artist), "knock down one by one, blows away, there's no mercy, ruthless" (I think we can all agree Jade hits HARD on the battlefield), "knock yesterday's me down and shout out to me no more trauma" (she refers to her old self as stupid and weak, but now she's stronger)

Other reasons for association: Kick It's theme is literally martial arts, and Jade is a martial artist so aha. Also, in the song, the boys are using the theme of martial arts to talk about how they're going to become stronger versions of themselves, which is something Jade does too.

Rab: Superhuman

Lyric(s) I associate with Rab: "break up people's standards" (he may be old but he's got lots of tricks up his sleeves), "reveal and wake up my true self" (mainly the whole part where he's training with Grand Master Pang and unlocks his true potential)

Other reasons for association: The retro, techno sort of old school vibe of this song goes really well with Rab, plus the cool little electronic sounds make me think of his spells and abilities. I really like the part in the game where we learn about his connection with Pang and he learns more about his abilities, and I think the lyrics to Superhuman match that same feeling of enlightenment and power.

Hendrik: Simon Says

Lyric(s) I associate with Hendrik: "simon says we're a real vibe killer" (ok so Hendrik is the most serious party member so he could be considered a vibe killer BUT I mostly associate this lyric with how tough and steadfast he is and how he takes his responsibilities seriously) (credits to nakojjang)

Other reasons for association: when I heard this song for the first time I thought the instrumental was weird, but after listening to it various times I understood the cool vibe they were going for, it makes me think of Hendrik in the sense that I feel it's a "shit's about to go down" sort of sound. I interpret the song as NCT telling the industry they're going to dominate, but also that they want to help other groups dominate, so that's my main reasoning for associating it with Hendrik, cause he's a beast on the battlefield but he also helps the hero fulfill his role as the Luminary. Also, the funny association is based on how Hendrik is a loyal little lapdog and does whatever someone tells him to do, and well in Simon Says you have to do whatever Simon says so yea lol

[rosecreates]

...This was originally gonna be a post about me becoming less enthusiastic about Sylve and Astarion but. I started typing and well...

See, growing up an urchin has left its mark on Sylve. Being rejected by humanity and elfkind alike, her resulting loneliness and finding herself an outcast that thus finds way more companionship in animals. She's only ever been really tolerated and only because she worked hard to be worth something to anyone beyond just an annoying half-elf urchin girl. And then she became a merc and goes out hunting down beasts and bringing their heads to employers for coin so she never has to starve on the streets again. She does a lot in order to be self-sufficient since she learned no one is going to care for her if she suffers or even dies, and in a way its resulted in her being a bit reckless because it's not like anyone will miss her.

Her and Astarion are actually shaking hands in their low self-esteem, being bitter towards the world for abandoning them, and trying so hard to be worth something to not get discarded. Also really funny to thus have Sylve standing here being a bit hypocritical because she urges to Astarion that he is worth something meanwhile she's sitting here with little self-esteem that causes her to be reckless and not register that there is actually people in this world who give a shit about her now. That if she dies someone will actually mourn her. That she isn't alone.

Although I still somewhat am thinking SH x Sylve is quite appealing too but we'll see.

One of these days I'll conclusively decide who I want to be the main ships for each of the Unholy Trio it's just difficult because I know Astarion is 100% going to be Nimue's main because Durge x Astarion 10/10. SH may go to Sylve but then Raven I'm like hmmmmmmmmm.