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solxamber · 4 months ago

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⋆˚✿˖ Twisted Wonderland Masterlist I˖✿˚⋆

Masterlist II

Heartslabyul

Trash Novel Chronicles: System vs World - Riddle x reader

You have a guilty pleasure: trashy villainess stories. So when you die a frankly, humiliating death, and end up in one of the worst ones you've had the pleasure of reading, you're in denial. Then the villain system shows up. Well, there goes your second chance at life So what do you do now? Do villainous things and cause as much chaos as you can, of course. And maybe, just maybe, bag the male lead, Riddle Rosehearts while you're at it.

This is Love - Riddle x Reader

3 times he notices your acts of love and realizes it doesn't have to be grand and overdramatic like the movies, it could just be like this– sweet and considerate.

Dragon's Favorite Sacrifice - Trey x Reader

Trey finds himself volunteering to be the human sacrifice to you, an ancient dragon, in place of his siblings. What he didn't expect was to become your housekeeper instead of being eaten.

Cocoa Conspiracy - Trey x reader {Request}

He knew you as his partner, the love of his life, but he didn't realize your real identity: a spy vying for pastry destruction.

Donuts and Dark Arts - Trey x reader

All Trey wanted to do was deliver the bread he was supposed to and be on his merry way. Instead, he stumbles on you... in the middle of a ritual?

Birthday Party - Trey x reader {Request}

Trey is more worried than suspicious when you keep disappearing and acting suspicious. He gets more worried when the rest of heartslabyul join in. (Spoiler alert: he doesn't need to be)

Crisis Averted - Cater x reader

After a royal screw up, Cater is left scrambling trying to fix his mistake before you find out. Best part? You've known what he did from the start and you think it's hilarious.

Moments in Bloom - Cater x reader

Cater’s life is a perfect illusion, curated with smiles and snapshots. But beneath the surface, he wonders—what would it be like to be truly seen? To finally stop pretending and let himself bloom?

Forgiveness - Deuce Spade x reader

When Deuce accidentally breaks an item that you treasured, he's worries that he's broken your trust as well. But there's nothing that can't be fixed with a hug and an apology.

Savanaclaw

Knights and Oaths - Leona x reader

You come from a long line of knights that have served the rulers of the Savannah. But sometimes traditions are meant to change and the second prince is looking like someone worth changing them for.

Trash Novel Chronicles: Love Triangles and Royal Rumbles - Leona x reader

When you get isekai'd as the male lead in the novel where your favorite character, Leona Kingscholar is the second male lead, all that's left to do is rewrite the romance!

Burn Wild - Leona x reader

Always so close, yet so far away. Leona pushes it down—he keeps pushing and pushing, until one day, he lets it break.

Royal Scandal - Ruggie x reader (personal favorite)

You're being forced to marry someone to take the throne you've fought your entire life for. Okay, if that's how it is, you'll make sure to choose the one person here that your dearest parents will disapprove of the most.

Octavinelle

Shark Tanks and Shady Deals - Azul x reader

After narrowly dodging a one-way trip to the sharks, you've hit rock bottom, career-wise. Enter Azul: your friendly (totally-not-shady) talent manager. In a moment of desperation, you sign with him. Wait, he's actually really good at this. Like, too good at this. Maybe the near-shark experience was just the universe’s weird way of setting you up?

Trash Novel Chronicles: Not Another Royal Mess - Azul x Reader

As a proofreader who gets isekai’d into a cringeworthy novel, you decide to take revenge on the heroine and male lead for their awful story. With Azul—who just wanted to sell you a magic rock—pulled into your chaos.

Love Bites - Floyd x reader

You like him quite a bit, you really do but you're really questioning your decisions after some time spent with him ends up sending you to the ER.

Match Made in Madness - Floyd x reader

Soulmates get updates of each other's lives through an overly enthusiastic dream narrator. What's worse is that your soulmate seems to be completely unhinged.

Witch, Please - Floyd x reader

You're the best witch to go to for getting the job done. Your potions? Absolutely foolproof. At least, that's what you thought until a certain Floyd Leech waltzed into your store.

Cakes and Crime - Jade x reader

After a long week of assignments and sleep deprivation, all you wanted to do was satisfy your craving for a specific pastry at your local shady café. What you didn't mean to do was accidentally order a hit on yourself.

Love in Contempt - Jade x reader

When you take your ex, Jade to court over a ceramic octopus, the reason he wants it so badly might be sweeter than you thought.

Scarabia

Recipe for Love - Kalim x reader

You know you can't cook, your cat knows you can't cook, everyone who has seen your lunch box knows you can't cook. So why is Kalim so insistent on eating the monstrosities you conjure?

Rest Assured - Jamil x reader

4 times you see Jamil nearing his breaking point and the 1 time you intervene.

Pomefiore

Trash Novel Chronicles: Please Let Me Live - Vil x reader (personal favourite)

You get isekai'd into the worst novel you've had the misfortune of reading because apparently your life is a cosmic joke. Now all you have to do is not act like the character you've possessed and it'll be fine, you think?

Your fiancé being Vil Schoenheit makes it a little harder to behave like a human being with functional braincells, but hey, atleast he likes you, you think?

Fairytales and Fever Dreams - Vil x Reader

When you decide to beg a fairy for help at your lowest point, you didn't expect that he'd decide to help you— at the cost of you making skincare for him.

Of Seashells and Sweet Nothings - Vil x Reader

You're cursed to love everyone except Vil, and he's cursed to love only you. And yet somewhere along the way, it seems the cursed gene has skipped you.

aka Merman! Vil x reader

Roommate Rumble - Vil x Reader

You and Vil end up as roommates due to administrative error. Unstoppable force (Vil's perfectionism) meets immovable object (your chaos). It ends up working out perfectly.

Date(?) Night - Rook x reader

Rook is convinced that you have feelings for him after your "date". You have no idea what he's talking about, considering that you've never been on a date with him.

Ruler of My Heart - Rook x Reader (personal favorite)

He has always pursued beauty, and he sees everything. But has he ever been seen?

Ignihyde

Coughing up Love - Idia x reader

You don't think much of it when Idia starts acting weird because let's be real, that seems to be his default around you. Wait are those flowers he's coughing up?

Reaper's Guide to Romance- Idia x reader

When reaper Idia Shroud is assigned to collect your soul, he can't help but come up with increasingly ridiculous excuses to spare you.

Trash Novel Chronicles: I Want to Retire - Idia x reader

You write a novel that reads like a dumpster fire and while trying to delete the draft, you accidentally get isekai’d into it. Now, as the villainess you have to get Idia Shroud on your side as well as survive high society. You have your work cut out for you.

Hook, Line and Shy Guy - Idia x reader

Idia loves your shark tail. You think it's adorable.

Diasomnia

Kidnapped(?) - Malleus x reader

You were sick of the taxes imposed by the aristocrats in your already poverty stricken village. Your idea of a solution? Kidnap their young master , and make them reduce taxes as the ransom, of course. Only problem is that you went into the wrong manor and kidnapped the wrong young master.

How Not to Court Your Crush: A Disaster in Six Acts - Malleus Draconia x reader

You're trying to court Malleus so why is he acting so weird? Malleus is trying to court you, so why are you acting so weird?

aka you try fae courtship and malleus tries human courtship, you both fail spectacularly.

Trash Novel Chronicles: Accidentally Falling For a Fae Prince - Malleus x reader

When you get dragged into a novel which ends with the heroine in a polycule with the most annoying men in literature, you decide that you're gonna skip town. ...Only to trip over the fae prince, Malleus Draconia.

How to Tame Your Dragon - Malleus x reader (personal favorite)

Since you and Malleus have gotten into a relationship, you've become a bona-fide dragon soother. But whenever you fumble, the entirety of NRC faces the consequences.

aka the 7 times you cause ecological disasters and the 1 time it works out for you.

Trash Novel Chronicles: I'd Rather Date the Male Lead's Dad - Lilia x reader

When you end up in your best friend's favourite but absurd novel about breaking a fae prince's curse, you didn't expect to get attached to his little family too. Even more unexpected? You fell for the male lead's dad, but hey, it looks like he likes you too.

Others

Frights and Fancies - Skully J. Graves x reader

Doing Halloween prep with Skully! (This is Grim's Night before before Halloween) {written before the full event is out so might end up ooc}

Chasing Fairytales - Neige LeBlanche x Reader

Neige is convinced that you're either allergic to him specifically or he's done something to offend you with the way you're avoiding him. You're just trying not to get blinded by his smile.

Project Love - Rollo Flamme x reader

When your eccentric professor pairs you and Rollo up for a study on attachment types, you didn't realise how much it would change your lives.

Romance Roulette- Rollo Flamme x reader

You, Rollo's self-proclaimed bestfriend, have been trying to set him up with someone for the past few weeks. If all your plans fail, maybe you should do it yourself?

Homecoming - Rollo Flamme x reader

You come home after a long work trip. Rollo is happy to have you back.

Sweet Encounter - Rollo Flamme x reader

You really want the parfait that's exclusive to couples. So you you do what anyone would do, pretend a random stranger in the café is your partner of course.

Escape Route - Rollo Flamme x reader

You're stuck at a party that you frankly don't give a damn about. And Rollo Flamme looks like he would rather do anything else than be here, so you grab him and bounce.

Yours to Keep - Rollo Flamme x reader

Rollo is calm, collected and confident. Jealous? Rollo Flamme? No way! ...unless?

Stolen Kisses - Rollo Flamme x reader

5 times you kiss him and the 1 time he kisses you

Multi Characters

Hanahaki with Overblot Gang

Making Up After an Argument with Overblot Gang + Rollo

Period Simulator with Adeuce + Overblot Gang + Rollo

Requests

Rook Hunt x reader (Shape-shifter! reader)

Malleus Draconia x Reader (24 Plum Blossom User! Reader)

All NRC + Staff + Rollo, Neige, Chen'ya (Wild cat beastman reader)

Dorm Leaders + Jamil (Colorblind reader)

Idia Shroud x reader (Sentient Otome Game NPC! reader) // Part 2

Azul Ashengrotto x reader (Insecure Mer-form Azul x reader, hurt/comfort)

All NRC + Staff + Rollo, Neige (White Rabbit! reader)

White Rabbit! Reader overblots

Aftermath of White Rabbit! Reader's Overblot

Epel, Vil x reader (Teaching Epel Capoeira)

Vil, (platonic) Crewel x reader (Fashion disaster reader)

Rest of the characters react to fashion disaster reader

Malleus Draconia x reader(Insecure reader, hurt/comfort, happy ending)

Lilia Vanrouge x reader (NPC! Reader)

Pomefiore x reader (Artist!Admirer! reader)

Heartslabyul, Octavinelle, Pomefiore + Che'nya (Absolem! reader)

Savanaclaw, Scarabia, Ignihyde, Diasomnia + NRC Staff + Neige (Absolem! reader)

Malleus, Vil, Jade with Angel!Reader

Jamil, Rook, Vil, Lilia with cherub! reader

Tweels with a strong reader

Idia x reader (Reader gets turned into a cat)

Jamil, Azul with a super talented reader

Lilia with a reader who behaves like General Lilia

Leona with an unhinged reader

Vil, Malleus with an unhinged reader

All NRC + Staff + Rollo (Reader shapeshifts according to emotion)

7th Overblot Aftermath - All NRC + Staff (Hurt/Comfort)

Rollo Flamme x reader / Part 2 / Part 3

Savanaclaw, Scarabia with a silly but mature reader

Ace, Deuce, Silver with artistic reader

Grim vs Cat (Idia x reader)

Deuce, Riddle, Ace, Epel with Pomefiore! reader

Jade, Jamil, Azul with 'The Cat'! Reader

Vil, Rook Idia with 'The Cat'! Reader

Delinquent Deuce x Delinquent reader

Pomefiore + Jamil with a Maternal! reader

All NRC(-Ortho), Rollo, Neige, Che'nya with M! Incubus! Reader

Trey, Jamil, Platonic Adeuce with Rich! reader

All NRC + Staff + Rollo, Neige, Najma Viper with Slime! reader

Skully J. Graves with a Huohuo! reader

Overblot gang + Ruggie with a Princess! Reader

Idia, Cater, Rollo comforting recovering reader (Warning: Mentions of SH)

Octavinelle with Shark! Reader

Sam x reader(platonic)

Skully J. Graves x reader (Double Halloween!)

Octavinelle, Diasomnia x Freshwater Stingray! Reader

Main Masterlist

#Masterlist #twst x reader

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normatural · 7 months ago

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Echoes of Souls | A.T

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Summary: In the old, abandoned castle, she found a love letter addressed to her, written by someone who died a century ago.

Word Count: 2.328

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote something and my writing is a bit rusty so please bear with me :) Feedback is always welcome. I love to know your opinions and questions. English isn't my first language so excuse any mistakes but feel free to point them out to help me improve.

Aemond's masterlist

Chapter Two: Back to the Fire

As the first light of dawn filtered through the broken windows, you roused yourself from sleep. The dream's vivid fragments lingered in your mind, each scene suffused with an inexplicable emotion. A longing that you couldn’t quite understand. Determined to uncover more of these echoes of the past, you decided to explore the mansion's grounds. The repairs could wait another day.

The garden, though now overgrown and wild, still held a certain beauty of its past. Weeds mingled with the remnants of perennials that had once been meticulously tended. Ancient statues stood silhouetted against the rising sun, their stone faces weather-beaten but still graceful. You wandered through the garden, trying to trace the paths from your dream.

Every step seemed to draw you closer to something just out of reach, a secret waiting to be unveiled. You reached a wrought iron gate, barely hanging on its hinges, and carefully pushed it open. Beyond lay what seemed to be the castle's graveyard, shrouded in a somber stillness. Moss-covered statues stood as silent chronicles of lives long past. Like ghosts in a forgotten house.

Your heart began to pound as your eyes scanned the names at the bottom of the figures. Graves. You moved through the rows, pausing occasionally to read a name or a date. Most of them passed really young. Just as expected when a war is looming. The royal name appearing over and over again. And then you saw it—an elaborately carved white stone, still pristine despite the years. The name etched into the stone made your breath catch in your throat: Aemond Targaryen.

You’ve studied in college that the royal family used to be burnt in pyres by their dragons so it was odd to see those statues in the field as some sort of graveyard. Perhaps it was a way to honor the royal family, just like a museum. A reminder of the past.

Overwhelmed with a mix of sorrow and wonder, you knelt before the grave. The inscription was simple but profound, speaking to a life of duty, passion, and an untimely end. You traced the letters with your fingers, feeling a sudden, overwhelming wave of emotion and recognition. The statue was almost a carbon copy of the man you had seen in your dream.

A rustling sound caught your attention. You looked up to see a black bird perched on Aemond’s shoulder, its dark eyes reflecting a startling intelligence as it seemed to stare deeply in your eyes. The bird regarded you for a moment, then took flight, its inky feathers stark against the morning sky. You watched as it flew to a massive tree, the only one still vibrant with life, its leaves a deep, blood-red hue. Unable to ignore the goosebumps in your skin.

Drawn by an invisible force, you rose and walked towards the tree. It seemed similar to the one you had seen earlier. Its red leaves stand proudly against the soft breeze. The tree's bark was rough against your hand as you gently touched it, feeling a strange energy pulsating beneath the surface. Like blood pumping in veins. Such an ancient piece that endured time way better than its surroundings. Suddenly, the world began to spin. Colors blended and swirled, and your vision blurred. You tried to hold onto the tree, but your strength waned, and you succumbed to the overwhelming dizziness, collapsing to the ground.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you noticed was the sky, clear and blue above you. Pushing yourself up, disoriented, you looked around, touching your throbbing head. The once-overgrown garden was now meticulously manicured, the statues restored to their former glory. The world around you was vibrant and alive, brimming with the sounds of life. It was like being pulled back to that dream again.

Heart hammering, you realized you were no longer in the abandoned castle’s grounds. You were… in the past, in the Targaryen age. If that was even possible. Maybe you were going crazy but the castle loomed majestically behind you, its towers and walls gleaming in the sunlight.

Voices and the sounds of bustling activity drew you towards the main courtyard. You blended in surprisingly well, your attire somehow fitting in with the period. As you moved through the crowd, your mind buzzed with the realization of where - and when - you were. The Targaryen age.

Everywhere you looked, there were signs of the looming strife. Soldiers in armor, courtiers whispering urgently to one another, and the dark, foreboding presence of the dragons, their cries echoing in the skies above. Something was about to happen and it didn’t leave a good feeling to your guts.

Your thoughts raced as you tried to comprehend your situation. You had somehow traveled back in time, to a world that had existed centuries ago. A world where Aemond was alive. Where dragons flew in the sky… When one of the greatest wars was unfolding.

You made your way back to the garden, the same spot where you had seen the man with white hair. It was exactly as you remembered it from your dream - vibrant, full of life, and breathtakingly beautiful. As you walked, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Aemond in the distance, speaking with a group of knights as they walked in the out the gates. He seemed just as you had seen in her dreams, every bit the imposing and mystery figure you had come to know… somehow.

As you watched from a distance, trying to hear anything that wasn’t your thrumming heartbeat, a voice broke through your racing thoughts.

"Lady Vaela!" Startled, you turned to see a maid hurrying towards you, her expression a mix of concern and urgency. "My lady, you are not yet ready! The ceremony will begin soon."

"What ceremony?" you asked, voice shaky. The maid seemed taken aback by your furrowed brows but recovered quickly.

Fear of being caught and hanged for wandering around the castle was the only thing keeping you from tripping on your feet as you followed the maid through the dark and imposing halls. She had recognized you, or better, who she assumed you were. And that may be something good. They’d hang someone known by staff.

"Your wedding, my lady. To Prince Aemond Targaryen. Come, we must make haste!"

The world around you seemed to spin again, but this time with a dizzying revelation. Her dream, her memories - it was all falling into place. They were your memory. You were Vaela… Or perhaps, you were in another dream. You followed the maid in a daze, questions swirling in your mind. How did you end up here? Why did they recognize you?

The maid led you through the bustling corridors of the castle, and you took in the splendor of the surroundings - the rich tapestries, the gleaming armor, the hurried preparations of the household. It all felt surreal as if you were walking through someone else's life.

They arrived at your chamber - you supposed-, and the maid quickly set to work, helping you bathe and change into the elaborate wedding gown that awaited. It was a breathtaking creation of silks and lace, embroidered with the sigils of House Targaryen. As the maid adjusted your veil and added the final touches, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the polished metal. The reflection looking back at you was both familiar and strange, a mixture of your past self and the woman you had become. It was you and yet it wasn’t.

"You look beautiful, my lady," the maid said with a warm smile. "Prince Aemond is a fortunate man."

The words brought a flush to your cheeks, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. This was happening. Your heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. When would you wake up?

As the preparations concluded, the maid guided you towards the grand hall where the ceremony was to take place. The hall was filled with guests, a sea of faces you did not recognize but who seemed to know you. High lords and ladies, knights, and nobles, all turned to watch as she made her entrance.

The hall itself was a marvel of Valyrian architecture, adorned with dragon motifs and glittering chandeliers. Some of them you had the luck of seeing in museums, others in your history books but most of them were never seen in your century. At the far end, standing tall and regal, was Aemond Targaryen. His white hair gleamed under the chandeliers, and his one good eye fixed on you with a burning intensity, making your stomach do black flips.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Every step you took echoed through the hall together with your heartbeat or maybe that was just your nerves. Your mind racing with a multitude of emotions. This was the moment you had dreamt of since childhood - to wed in a palace-, yet it was more real and overwhelming than you could have imagined. You didn’t know that man and still, you haven’t tried to run away since you awoke there.

As you approached, Aemond stepped forward to take your hand. His grip was firm yet gentle, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. For a moment, time seemed to stop as their eyes met, the connection between them sparking and palpable. It was as if their souls were recognizing each other, despite the chasm of time that had separated them. Could he know that you weren’t his beloved Vaela? If so, he didn’t let it show.

The ceremony began, a blend of Valyrian rites and Targaryen traditions. The words of the officiant washed over you as you stood beside Aemond, your hand still clasped in his. Somehow it was the only thing keeping you from fainting right there.

"Sȳndor bē naejot māzigon hen ñuha prūmia, ao issi ñuha ēngos, ñuha prūmia, se ñuha gevives. Nyke daorūbagon ao va īlva gīmigon, īlva vūjigon, se īlva ānogar. Iā vala mēre, ȳdrā ēdruty. Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor, sepār iksan sȳndroro gūrogon." Aemond purple’s eye was focused on yours, the words leaving his lips seemed to held a deeper power to it. "As we come together from my heart, you are my light, my heart, and my strength. I bind you to our love, our life, and our future. As one man and one woman, always together. A dragon does not bow, yet I am humbled by your love."

The vows were spoken in High Valyrian, their meaning both ancient and profound.

"Sȳndor bē naejot māzigon hen ñuha prūmia, ao issi ñuha ēngos, ñuha gevives, se ñuha bantis. Nyke daorūbagon ao va īlva gīmigon, īlva prūmia, se īlva rhaenagon. Iā valar mēre, ēdruta va gevie. Zaldrīzes ōños iksā, se nyke ēdrur ao va gevivys.” Your mind only raced further with innumerous thoughts as the supposedly foreign words slipped so easily out of your lips. “As we come together from my heart, you are my light, my strength, and my night. I bind you to our love, our heart, and our dreams. As two souls, bound in strength. You are a dragon of shadows, and I honor you in the darkness."

With each word, the bond between them seemed to grow stronger, as if the very fabric of time was weaving their destinies together. Again.

When the moment came to seal their union, Aemond leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft yet powerful kiss. Awakening something long torpid in your chest. The hall erupted in applause, but for you, the world had narrowed to just the two of you. Love and passion radiating from him, a promise of what was to come.

As the ceremony concluded, the people were led to the grand banquet hall where the celebrations would continue. The hall was filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the clinking of goblets. You found yourself surrounded by well-wishers and congratulations, yet your focus remained on Aemond, who surprisingly stayed by your side like an anchor in the storm of emotions.

As the evening progressed, you took the chance to accept every goblet of wine that was offered to you in hopes it’d control your mind. You sat down on the chair, eyes quickly finding your.. husband as he spoke to whom you assumed was his brother, King Aegon. It was as if you had known each other for lifetimes.

When they finally found a moment alone amidst the revelry, Aemond took her hand and led her to a quiet alcove. "Vaela," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I know this may feel overwhelming, but trust in our love. We are destined for each other, no matter the challenges we may face."

You looked into his eye as the crease between your brows deepened, seeing the sincerity and passion there. But there was something else there. Knowledge. He knew. "I’m back, Aemond," you replied, your voice surprisingly steady. "And I am ready to face whatever comes our way, as long as we are together."

He smiled a rare and genuine expression that made your heart soar. "Then let us embrace our destiny, my love. Together, we shall conquer all."

His words seemed to strike something on you. Unlock whatever your memory was keeping from you as pages of books and illustrations flashed in your mind. The name Targaryen is in all of them. Your heart sank as you looked at Aemond. You’ve read about his death. What if... That was the reason you were sent there? To avoid it.

As they stood there, hand in hand, the world around them seemed to fade away. They were no longer bound by the constraints of time, but rather united by a love that spanned centuries. At that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges or trials awaited you, your love was eternal, a flame that would never be extinguished. You had a purpose there. You’d save your lover’s life.

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seyaryminamoto · 7 months ago

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COMMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!

Hello, everyone! My circumstances are getting a little bit more complicated and it's been fairly tricky to find a job over the past year (aaand it's only going to get worse...), so it's time for me to fully, officially, reopen commissions. Some prices have increased since the last time I did this, mainly in the hopes that this reflects my improving skills a little better. Some options are quite costly (particularly the animations and comics) because they demand a ton more work than one might expect. Terms are also more strict than they used to be in order to ensure a more professional dynamic between myself and anyone who commissions me.

Send me a DM if you have a commission in mind, but first, make sure to read through the Read More. I want to expand on what's stated in the final picture to ensure better clarity on the terms of my services:

I'm open to working with any fandom or OC, be it one I'm familiar with or not. I'm also open to working with crossovers, as well as making book/fic/album covers, and even drawing real people as characters of a fandom of the commissioner's choice.

I am open to drawing ship/romance content but, tied directly to the next point...

I reserve the right to refuse any commissions that make me uncomfortable in any given way. This does not mean that everything besides my OTPs and the headcanons I support is guaranteed to be rejected, but it does mean that, if the behavior of the commissioner or the specific subject of the commission does not sit well with me, for any given reason, I will decline the commission. I won't work on something that squicks me, nor with someone who displeases me. No artist should.

Animals, mythological creatures, gore and +18 requests are fundamentally valid but must be discussed thoroughly first. None of these areas are my forte as an artist, as much as I've dabbled in them here and there, so, in order to get it right, I may need extra time and I will most likely modify the base price for any requests that includes these elements.

Payments will be done through PayPal or Wise. The final, full-resolution piece will not be delivered until full payment is completed. Half payment is expected at the start of the process, the second half at the end. The client is entitled to two revisions of the art process to ensure expectations are met. If a piece does not match your expectations after the revisions, the commission will be considered cancelled and you won't need to pay the second half of the expense. Any commissioner who wishes to pay upfront from the get-go does so at their own risk. Revisions are always included, but there will be no refunds if the final piece is not up to the commissioner's standards.

The commissioner is allowed to publish and share the commissioned work across social media, provided it follows the rules of each site (as in, don't post any +18 artworks on sites that do not allow it, pretty much). I can offer basic Glaze and Nightshade in order to protect the artwork from AI theft, to no added expense. Credit MUST be given to me as the artist whenever commissioned pieces are posted elsewhere.

For anyone who wants a list of fandoms I'm better acquainted with:

Avatar: the Last Airbender

Legend of Korra

Bleach

Digimon

Code Geass

Inuyasha

Dragon Ball

The Mentalist

The Dragon Prince

Disney

My Hero Academia

Dragon Age

Hades (Supergiant)

Cowboy Bebop

Hollow Knight

Star Wars

Ghibli Films

Overwatch

Full Metal Panic

Artemis Fowl

LOTR

Farscape

Haikyuu

Fullmetal Alchemist

Naruto

Stranger Things

Spy X Family

Kaguya-sama

Chronicles of Ancient Darkness

Eragon

Thor

Harry Potter

Free!

ASOIAF

Shaman King

K-ON

Critical Role/Legend of Vox Machina

Dungeons and Dragons

Blue Eye Samurai

Arcane

Castlevania

Again, any fandom, character or OC is valid, but I'm far more likely to know what I'm doing and to have my own opinions, for better or for worse, when it comes to anything on this list.

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Tainted Love

Vampire Choi Beomgyu x human reader

Warnings: Blood, death, mentions of being chased, I think that’s it, let me know if I’ve missed anything!

Wordcount ≈ 8.5k

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Third Person POV

Beomgyu was not just any vampire; he was the Vampire King, a title that weighed heavily on his shoulders. Born into the oldest generation of vampires, he inherited not only their timeless beauty but also their immense power and ancient wisdom. His castle, perched high on a desolate cliff, loomed over the fog-covered valleys below, its spires piercing the night sky. The moonlight bathed the stone walls in an ethereal glow, casting long shadows that seemed to dance around him as he stood alone in the grand hall.

Though his features were captivating—skin like alabaster, eyes a mesmerizing shade of crimson, and hair as dark as the night—Beomgyu often felt like a ghost haunting his own home. The grand ballroom, once filled with laughter and music, now echoed with silence, each empty corner a reminder of the life he could never truly embrace. For centuries, he had lived in this splendid prison, surrounded by opulence yet suffocated by an overwhelming sense of solitude. He had watched the world change from the tall windows of his castle, observing the fleeting lives of humans with a mixture of longing and despair.

A dark curse hung over him like a storm cloud, one that had been placed upon him in the early days of his reign. It had come from a rival who was jealous of his power—a sorcerer whose heart was as black as the magic he wielded. The curse decreed that anyone Beomgyu dared to love would meet a tragic end at his own hands, a fate he could not bear to inflict upon another. It was a tormenting paradox; the more he craved connection, the more he felt the icy grip of isolation. Every day, he awoke to the chilling truth that his heart was bound by chains of his own making.

For decades, he had resisted the allure of companionship, distancing himself from the fleeting relationships that could lead to heartbreak. He would watch from the shadows as couples strolled through moonlit gardens, their laughter ringing like sweet chimes in the night air. Each joyous moment only deepened his own sorrow. He had nearly convinced himself that he was content with his solitude, filling his time with the ancient texts and scrolls that chronicled the history of his kind. Yet, within him lay a simmering yearning for love, for someone who could see past the legend of the Vampire King and into the depths of his soul.

The loneliness gnawed at him like a relentless predator, whispering in his ear as he wandered through the dimly lit corridors of his castle. At night, he would often find himself standing at the edge of the balcony, staring out at the vast expanse of the world beyond. The stars twinkled like distant memories, each one a reminder of what could have been if he had only dared to break free from the shackles of his past. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin as he imagined a life where he could laugh, love, and be loved without fear of destruction.

Yet, the curse loomed larger than life, a shadow that clung to him and darkened every hopeful thought. Beomgyu understood that to love would mean to embrace the danger of loss, and so he remained in the fortress of his heart, alone yet alive through the stories of those around him. He had made peace with the idea that perhaps he was meant to be the guardian of love, rather than a participant in it, destined to watch over the joys of others from afar.

As the centuries dragged on, the castle stood as a monument to his isolation, a beautiful but haunting reminder of a life unlived. But in the quiet moments, as the night deepened and the stars shone brightly, Beomgyu would still whisper into the darkness, a silent prayer for someone who might one day break the curse—someone who could see the man behind the monster and dare to love him despite the risks. The longing in his heart remained, an ember waiting to ignite, and he held onto the hope that perhaps, one day, love would find a way to conquer even the most ancient of curses.

One particular night, as the moon hung low in the sky, its hue a deep, blood-red that cast an eerie glow across the landscape, Beomgyu found himself wandering the dense woods surrounding his castle. The trees loomed overhead like ancient sentinels, their gnarled branches twisting and reaching toward the heavens. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a reminder of the autumn chill that had settled over the realm. This night felt different; there was a strange tension in the air, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

As he meandered along a narrow path, lost in thoughts of his eternal solitude, Beomgyu suddenly caught sight of something unusual among the underbrush. A figure lay motionless on the ground, half-hidden by a tangle of brambles and mud. His heart quickened with an unfamiliar sense of urgency as he approached. When he drew closer, he could see that it was a woman, her once vibrant clothing now soaked and torn, clinging to her skin like a second layer. Her long hair was matted and filthy, strewn across her face and the earth beneath her.

Despite the monstrous reputation that surrounded him, Beomgyu’s heart was as gentle as a butterfly flitting from flower to flower. The sight of her, vulnerable and alone, stirred something deep within him—a longing to protect rather than harm. He knelt beside her, his hands trembling slightly as he brushed a few strands of hair away from her pale face. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the faint rhythm of her pulse, and it sent a wave of relief flooding through him. She was alive, but barely.

With an instinct born of centuries of solitude and the desire to nurture, Beomgyu carefully scooped her up in his arms, cradling her against his chest. As he stood, the night enveloped them both, the shadows whispering around him as if aware of the fragile life he now held. He could feel her heartbeat against him, a steady reminder that she was still with him, and he vowed to do everything in his power to keep her safe.

He hurried back to his castle, his long cloak billowing behind him like a dark cloud. The path was familiar yet felt foreign in this moment; he had walked it countless times alone, but now it pulsed with the promise of connection. Upon reaching the castle, he carried her into the grand hall, the flickering candlelight casting warm glows across the ancient stone walls. He laid her gently on a lavish velvet settee, surrounded by rich tapestries and ornate furniture that seemed to sigh in the presence of a new soul.

Beomgyu moved quickly, his instincts kicking in as he prepared to help her. He retrieved warm blankets from his chambers and draped them over her shivering form, taking care to ensure she was comfortable. He filled a goblet with warm herbal tea, hoping it might revive her, and knelt beside her, watching over her as the night deepened. The blood-red moon filtered through the tall windows, casting a haunting glow over the room.

As he waited, he couldn’t help but wonder who she was and how she had come to be in such a dire state. What dangers had she faced that led her to this moment? The questions swirled in his mind, but they were overshadowed by a growing sense of protectiveness. For so long, he had watched from the shadows, observing the fleeting joys of others but never participating. Now, with this woman resting before him, he felt a flicker of hope that perhaps fate had smiled upon him.

Time stretched, and just as the clock struck midnight, she stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing bright, stormy eyes that widened in surprise as she took in her surroundings. Beomgyu held his breath, a mixture of hope and fear flooding his senses. He remained silent, giving her the space to gather herself, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Where am I?” she whispered, her voice hoarse yet melodic, echoing through the grand hall like a sweet song.

“You are safe,” Beomgyu replied softly, his voice a gentle murmur that seemed to soothe the air between them. “You are in my castle. I found you in the woods, unconscious and alone.”

Her gaze drifted over him, taking in the ethereal beauty that radiated from his being. For a moment, she seemed lost in thought, processing the surreal reality of her situation. “I thought… I thought I was done for,” she murmured, a flicker of gratitude passing through her eyes.

Beomgyu felt warmth blossom in his chest at her words, an unfamiliar sensation that he had long since forgotten. “I will ensure you are well cared for,” he promised, though a shadow of uncertainty loomed in his heart. Could he allow himself to grow close to her, knowing the curse that bound him?

As she shifted to sit up, the blankets falling away, Beomgyu quickly stepped forward, offering her his hand. “You should rest. I will bring you something to eat, and when you feel ready, I can help you find your way home.”

For a fleeting moment, their eyes locked, and in that shared gaze, he felt a connection that defied logic—a bond forged in the quiet understanding of two souls who had encountered darkness. Perhaps, just perhaps, she was the light he had been yearning for all along, a beacon of hope in his eternal night. As he turned to leave the room, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter would change the course of his life, drawing him ever closer to the love he had thought was forever beyond his reach.

When Beomgyu returned with a tray of warm food and a steaming cup of herbal tea, he found Y/n sitting up, her expression a mixture of confusion and wariness. He set the tray down on the ornate table beside her and took a seat across from her, careful to maintain a distance that respected her space while still conveying his presence.

“May I ask your name?” he inquired, his voice soft and inviting, hoping to ease her anxiety.

“Y/n,” she replied, her voice still a bit shaky but gaining strength. She offered a tentative smile, and Beomgyu felt a rush of warmth at the sight. “And you…?”

“I am Beomgyu,” he said, inclining his head slightly in a gesture of respect. “The king of this castle.” The weight of his title hung in the air, but he delivered it with humility, not wanting to overwhelm her. “I found you in the woods. Can you tell me how you came to be there, alone and unconscious?”

Y/n hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing as memories flooded back. “I was…” she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. “I was being chased. I don’t know who it was or why, but they were after me.” Her hands trembled slightly as she recalled the fear that had gripped her heart. “I ran as fast as I could, but I fell into a lake and got soaked. Then, when I tried to escape, I ran straight into thorns and branches.”

She paused, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I was terrified, and I just… I couldn’t go on. Eventually, I collapsed from fear and exhaustion.”

Beomgyu listened intently, his heart aching for the pain and terror she had experienced. “You were incredibly brave to escape at all,” he said gently, wanting to offer her some comfort. “To face that kind of fear and still keep moving… it takes strength.”

Y/n looked up at him, a mixture of gratitude and disbelief in her eyes. “Thank you, but I don’t feel very brave,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I was running for my life.”

He nodded, understanding all too well the weight of fear. “You are safe now,” he reassured her, wishing he could take away all the pain she had endured. “No one can reach you here.”

As she sipped her tea, the warmth spreading through her body brought a sense of comfort that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Beomgyu watched her closely, noting the way the tension in her shoulders seemed to ease with each passing moment. He wanted to know more about her, to understand the depth of her spirit, but he was also keenly aware of the shadows lurking in the corners of his own existence.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” he asked, his voice low and careful, aware of the vulnerability in her situation. “Friends or family who might be looking for you?”

She looked down at her hands, tracing the lines of her fingers as she considered his question. “I… I had friends in the village, but after what happened tonight, I don’t know if I can go back. I don’t know if I can trust anyone anymore.” Her voice quivered, the hurt of betrayal evident in her tone.

Beomgyu felt a pang of sympathy. “You can stay here as long as you need,” he offered, the words spilling from his heart without hesitation. “This castle may be lonely, but it can be a refuge, a place where you can heal.”

She looked up at him, surprise flickering in her stormy eyes. “You would do that for me? A stranger?”

“Yes,” he said earnestly. “For now, I would like to help you. I want you to feel safe again.” The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a glimmer of hope stirring within him. Perhaps this woman was meant to be part of his story—a bright light in the darkness that had shrouded his existence for so long.

Y/n studied his face, searching for any sign of deceit, but all she found was kindness and an unwavering resolve. There was something about Beomgyu that made her feel drawn to him, a connection that went beyond the circumstances of their meeting. Slowly, she nodded, a tentative smile breaking through the remnants of her fear. “Thank you, Beomgyu. I’d like that.”

In that moment, the barriers that had kept Beomgyu confined within his lonely castle began to crack, allowing the possibility of companionship to seep through. With every word shared, he felt the weight of his curse lift, if only slightly. Perhaps, just perhaps, love could find its way back into his life, wrapped in the fragile form of a woman who had weathered her own storm. And as they shared their stories beneath the watchful gaze of the blood-red moon, both Y/n and Beomgyu sensed the dawn of something beautiful, a new beginning crafted from the remnants of their pasts.

Beomgyu rose from his seat with a newfound sense of purpose, determined to make Y/n’s stay in his castle more comfortable. As he left the room, he couldn’t shake the feeling of warmth that had blossomed in his chest. She was no longer just a stranger; she was someone he wanted to protect, to cherish, and he felt compelled to do right by her.

He wandered through the winding halls of the castle, each step echoing against the cold stone walls. Memories of grand balls and laughter filled his mind as he made his way to the storeroom where his mother’s belongings were kept. The castle, once a place of merriment, had become a tomb of solitude, and he wanted to reclaim a piece of that joy for Y/n.

As he entered the room, dust motes danced in the beams of moonlight filtering through the tall windows. Beomgyu scanned the rows of old trunks and forgotten treasures, his heart heavy with nostalgia. He opened a large chest, revealing a collection of exquisite gowns that had once belonged to his mother—each dress a vibrant testament to her elegance and grace. Though they had long since fallen out of fashion, the gowns remained beautiful, their rich fabrics and intricate embroidery telling stories of grand celebrations and heartfelt moments.

He selected a soft, flowing gown made of deep sapphire silk, the color reminiscent of twilight skies. It had delicate lace sleeves and a fitted bodice that flared out gently at the waist, its beauty nearly breathtaking. The fabric shimmered even in the dim light, and Beomgyu felt a twinge of guilt for not having found her something more modern, but he hoped the dress would be better than the wet, thorn-ripped garments she had worn.

As he held the gown up, he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how Y/n would look in it. Her bright eyes would shine against the fabric, and the gown would lend her an air of grace and strength.

After searching through a few more trunks, Beomgyu also found a simple cloak made of soft wool, its deep emerald hue a perfect complement to the dress. It would provide her warmth and modesty, and he believed it would suit her perfectly for the chilly nights in the castle.

With the gown and cloak in hand, he returned to Y/n’s chamber, excitement bubbling within him. “I’ve found something for you,” he announced as he stepped inside, the soft glow of candlelight illuminating the room.

Y/n looked up, her expression curious. “For me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as she regarded the fabric he held.

“Yes,” he replied, stepping closer. “It’s not exactly modern, but I hope it will be more comfortable than the wet dress you’re wearing.” He laid the gown on the settee beside her, allowing her to admire its beauty.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she gently touched the fabric, fingers gliding over the delicate lace. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, glancing up at Beomgyu with genuine appreciation. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to,” he replied earnestly, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. “You deserve to feel comfortable and safe, especially after what you’ve been through. Please, try it on.”

Y/n hesitated, her brows knitting together. “But what if it doesn’t fit?”

“Then we’ll find a way to make it work,” he assured her, his tone encouraging. “And if it doesn’t fit, we can always look for something else together. For now, let me help you.”

With a nod, she took the gown and stood, the blankets slipping off her shoulders as she stepped behind a screen in the corner of the room for privacy. Beomgyu turned his back to give her the space she needed, the air thick with anticipation.

As she changed, he felt a strange mix of nervousness and excitement. This was a new beginning, and for the first time in centuries, he felt as if he were moving toward something brighter.

When she finally stepped out from behind the screen, Beomgyu’s breath caught in his throat. The gown flowed around her like water, accentuating her figure while the sapphire hue made her eyes sparkle with life. The lace sleeves framed her arms elegantly, and the soft fabric seemed to dance around her as she moved.

“Wow,” she said, a shy smile creeping onto her lips as she caught his gaze. “It’s… really lovely.”

“You look incredible,” he breathed, unable to take his eyes off her. “Like a queen from a long-lost fairy tale.”

Y/n blushed at the compliment, the warmth of his words wrapping around her like the gown itself. She adjusted the cloak around her shoulders, and Beomgyu stepped forward, gently fastening it for her. The intimacy of the moment felt electric, a silent acknowledgment of the bond forming between them.

“Thank you, Beomgyu,” she said, her voice soft but filled with gratitude. “I didn’t expect this at all. You’ve been so kind to me.”

“It’s the least I can do,” he replied, his gaze steady. “You’ve been through so much, and you deserve to feel at home here.”

As they shared a moment of silence, both of them could feel the weight of their pasts begin to lift. In that instant, the castle felt less like a prison and more like a sanctuary, a place where they could both heal. Beomgyu couldn’t shake the feeling that Y/n was meant to be part of his life, a light that could dispel the shadows that had loomed for far too long.

“Would you like to explore the castle now?” he asked, his voice breaking the stillness. “I can show you some of its secrets.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she nodded eagerly. “I’d love to!”

And so, hand in hand, they ventured into the depths of the castle, their laughter echoing through the halls—a sound that had been absent for far too long. Each room they entered held memories of the past, but together they began to weave new stories, the promise of friendship and perhaps something deeper blossoming in the heart of the ancient fortress.

As the days turned into weeks, Beomgyu and Y/n’s bond deepened, woven together by shared laughter, stories, and moments that lit up the shadowy corners of his castle. The once lonely halls, steeped in silence, now thrummed with life as the two explored every nook and cranny of the ancient fortress. They ventured through forgotten chambers, read old tomes in the library, and shared meals in the grand dining hall, where Y/n’s infectious laughter echoed off the stone walls.

Beomgyu found himself captivated by Y/n’s spirit—her resilience and warmth were like sunlight breaking through a stormy sky. He loved how she made him feel alive, pulling him from the depths of his solitude and into a world that felt vibrant and full of possibility. The gentle hum of their friendship became a melody that played in his heart, a soothing reminder that connection was not just a distant memory.

Every day, they created new traditions. They would take long walks in the moonlit gardens, Y/n admiring the blooming flowers while Beomgyu listened to her recount tales of her life before she had stumbled into his castle. He cherished the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her dreams and aspirations, and he felt a sense of peace he had never known. The castle was no longer a prison; it had transformed into a haven filled with the promise of companionship.

However, amidst the joy they shared, Beomgyu felt an undercurrent of something deeper—a longing that grew with each passing moment. He couldn’t deny the way his heart raced when Y/n laughed or how he found himself stealing glances at her when she thought he wasn’t looking. Each interaction felt charged with an energy he could barely comprehend, and yet he welcomed it. In Y/n, he saw the possibility of something beautiful.

And yet, the curse that had haunted him for centuries remained a distant echo, fading in the warmth of their connection. Beomgyu had grown so absorbed in Y/n’s presence that he forgot, even for a moment, that he had ever been cursed. He was no longer the Vampire King bound by fear and loneliness; he was simply Beomgyu, a man enchanted by the light of the woman who had wandered into his life.

One evening, as twilight settled over the horizon, they found themselves on the balcony overlooking the valley below, the sky ablaze with shades of orange and pink. Y/n leaned against the stone railing, her hair dancing in the gentle breeze as she took in the breathtaking view. Beomgyu stood beside her, his heart swelling at the sight of her illuminated by the dying light of day.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Y/n murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Not as beautiful as you,” Beomgyu replied, unable to hold back the words. The moment he spoke, he felt a rush of vulnerability, but he also sensed the warmth that bloomed in her cheeks at the compliment.

Y/n turned to him, surprise lighting up her features. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” he said, his tone earnest. “You bring life to this place, Y/n. You’ve changed everything.”

For a moment, silence enveloped them, the air thick with unspoken words. Beomgyu felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him, as if time had momentarily stopped. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of fear or hesitation, but all he found was warmth and curiosity. It struck him then that perhaps he was not the only one caught in this web of emotions.

But as they stood there, lost in each other’s gaze, a flicker of doubt brushed against the edges of Beomgyu’s mind. What if the curse still loomed over him, waiting in the shadows? He had been so caught up in the joy of their companionship that he had forgotten the warnings that had haunted him for centuries. He had never mentioned it to Y/n, and the thought of it now felt like a stone lodged in his throat.

Yet, as he reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the doubt slipped away, if only for a moment. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice steady, “I want you to know how grateful I am that you’re here. You’ve given me something I thought I’d never have again—a sense of belonging.”

Y/n smiled, and the light in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. “You’ve given me that too, Beomgyu. I was lost and afraid, but here, I feel… I feel like I can breathe again.”

The vulnerability in her voice made something stir deep within him—a yearning to protect that precious connection. He had never felt so alive, so anchored to another person, and he wanted nothing more than to keep her safe. The curse that had once bound him felt like a distant nightmare, overshadowed by the vibrant reality of their shared moments.

“Let’s promise to always be here for each other,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “No matter what happens, I’ll always protect you.”

Y/n nodded, and for a heartbeat, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them suspended in that moment of promise and connection. As the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, Beomgyu felt a surge of hope—perhaps love could indeed conquer even the most ancient of curses.

Yet, in the back of his mind, a small voice whispered caution, urging him to remember the shadows that lingered just out of sight. But with Y/n by his side, he allowed himself to believe that love was powerful enough to break any chains—an unwavering belief that filled his heart with warmth and light as they stood together, overlooking the vast expanse of a world that felt, for the first time in centuries, full of endless possibilities.

As the cool night air swirled around them, Beomgyu felt an irresistible pull towards Y/n. The moment seemed suspended in time, as if the universe itself held its breath, allowing him to savor the connection they had forged. He leaned in, the distance between them shrinking to nothing, and gently pressed his lips against hers.

Y/n gasped at the unexpected warmth of his touch, her heart racing in response to the electric spark that ignited between them. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever experienced—a blend of surprise and longing that sent shivers down her spine. But within that heartbeat of uncertainty, something deep within her urged her to embrace the moment fully. She closed her eyes and melted into the kiss, her lips responding to his with an eager softness that spoke volumes.

As their mouths moved together in a tender dance, time seemed to dissolve. The world around them—the grand castle, the night sky, the distant whisper of the wind—faded into insignificance. All that mattered was the connection they shared, a beautiful intertwining of souls that felt as natural as breathing.

Beomgyu’s heart soared as he felt Y/n return the kiss, a wave of warmth washing over him. He had been so afraid of what his feelings might mean, terrified of the curse that had haunted him for so long, but in this moment, all his fears melted away. There was only her—her warmth, her sweetness, and the undeniable truth that he wanted to cherish her.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless. “Y/n…” he murmured, searching her eyes for any sign of hesitation. “I—”

But Y/n cut him off, a soft smile breaking across her face. “Don’t say anything,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed. “Just… let’s enjoy this.”

Beomgyu felt a rush of relief and happiness at her words. Instead of voicing the swirling thoughts in his mind, he simply nodded, basking in the glow of their shared warmth. He took her hands in his, their fingers intertwining like the branches of a blossoming tree, and they stood together, savoring the stillness of the night.

The kiss had ignited something deep within him, a flame that dispelled the shadows of doubt and fear that had lingered for centuries. With Y/n by his side, he felt alive, truly alive in a way he hadn’t thought possible. It was as if she had reached into the depths of his soul and drawn forth the light he had thought extinguished forever.

“Can I ask you something?” Beomgyu said after a moment, his voice soft yet laced with curiosity.

“Of course,” Y/n replied, her gaze steady and warm, encouraging him to share whatever was on his mind.

“Do you… do you believe in love at first sight?” he asked, his heart racing at the vulnerability of his question.

Y/n’s smile widened, a playful glint in her eyes. “I think love can grow in unexpected ways,” she said thoughtfully. “But there’s something about this… us. It feels like it was meant to be.”

“Meant to be,” he echoed, the phrase resonating deeply within him. “I feel the same way. Being with you has brought a light back into my life that I thought I’d lost forever.”

As the stars sparkled above them, Beomgyu’s heart swelled with the realization that Y/n was not just a passing moment or a fleeting dream. She was a part of him now, a beautiful melody that resonated with his very being. He knew he wanted to protect her, to keep her close and cherish the bond they had formed.

“Promise me something,” he said suddenly, a seriousness entering his voice. “Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”

Y/n’s expression softened, and she nodded firmly. “I promise, Beomgyu. Together, no matter what.”

In that moment, as they stood on the balcony, hand in hand, the weight of the curse that had once burdened him felt almost nonexistent. With Y/n by his side, he believed they could face anything—even the shadows that haunted him.

As they turned to watch the horizon shift from twilight to night, they felt an unspoken promise settling between them—a promise of love, of courage, and of a future that held the potential to shine brighter than the stars above.

A year had passed since Beomgyu had first found Y/n unconscious in the woods, and with each day that unfolded, the castle had transformed into a sanctuary of laughter and warmth. The shadows that had once consumed Beomgyu’s heart slowly dissipated, replaced by the bright light that Y/n brought into his life. They shared countless moments—quiet evenings spent reading by the fireplace, long walks in the moonlit gardens, and intimate dinners where their laughter echoed off the stone walls.

Beomgyu couldn’t help but marvel at how seamlessly Y/n had woven herself into the fabric of his existence. Each morning, he woke with a sense of purpose, and each evening, he fell asleep to the soothing sound of her voice. She had become his anchor, grounding him in a reality filled with joy and companionship.

Yet, amidst the happiness that surrounded him, a flicker of anxiety lurked in the back of his mind. Beomgyu had never once mentioned the curse, the dark shadow that had loomed over him for centuries. He felt a mix of guilt and fear; guilt for keeping such a significant part of himself hidden from Y/n, and fear that revealing it would shatter the beautiful life they had built together.

He was certain that the curse had either been revoked or was nothing more than a figment of his imagination, a remnant of his past that no longer held power over him. Y/n had been with him for a year now, and in that time, not a scratch had marred her skin. No danger had befallen her since the day he had rescued her from the woods, and with every passing moment, he felt his conviction grow stronger. Surely, if the curse were real, something would have happened by now.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of selfishness that crept into his heart. He knew that keeping the truth from Y/n was a heavy burden. What if she ever found out? Would she feel betrayed? Would she leave him, seeking safety from the shadows of his past? The thought sent a chill down his spine. The prospect of losing her was unbearable, and so he clung tightly to the belief that the curse was a relic of a bygone era—something that had no place in their lives now.

One afternoon, as they strolled through the garden, Y/n paused to admire a cluster of blooming roses, their petals glistening with dew in the soft sunlight. Beomgyu watched her, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her hair, and for a moment, he felt an overwhelming rush of gratitude. She was a gift, a reminder that love could flourish even in the most unlikely places.

“Look at these roses,” Y/n said, her voice filled with wonder. “They’re so beautiful, just like this place.”

“They’re breathtaking,” Beomgyu replied, stepping closer. “But they wouldn’t be nearly as vibrant without you here to appreciate them.”

Y/n turned to him, her expression softening. “You always know what to say to make me smile.”

Beomgyu chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “I only speak the truth. You’ve brought life back to this castle.”

As they continued to walk, Y/n suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at him. “Beomgyu, can I ask you something?”

His heart raced at her serious tone. “Of course. Anything.”

“What’s your greatest fear?” she asked, her brow furrowed slightly as she searched his face.

A million thoughts raced through his mind, but he hesitated, caught off guard by the question. He wanted to answer honestly, but the truth weighed heavily on him, a dark cloud looming over their otherwise bright day. “I… I suppose it’s losing those I care about,” he said finally, opting for the safer route. “Being alone again.”

Y/n’s expression softened, and she took a step closer to him, her hand finding his. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

He squeezed her hand, grateful for her reassurance, but the doubt still lingered in the back of his mind. “I know,” he said, forcing a smile. “But the fear still creeps in sometimes.”

“Then let’s promise to always communicate,” she suggested, her eyes earnest. “If something’s bothering you, just tell me. I want to be there for you, Beomgyu.”

“I promise,” he replied, wishing he could muster the courage to share everything with her, including the truth about the curse. But in that moment, all he could do was hold onto her, cherishing the warmth of her presence and the promise of their connection.

As they walked hand in hand, a newfound sense of hope began to bloom in his heart. Maybe it was time to let go of the past and embrace the future they were building together. Perhaps the curse was indeed behind him, and with Y/n by his side, he could forge a path filled with love, trust, and freedom.

Later that night, as they settled into the quiet of the castle, Beomgyu watched Y/n as she shared stories about her life before she had entered his world. Her laughter filled the room, a sound so beautiful it warmed his very soul. He knew he had to protect her, not just from the shadows of his past, but from any darkness that might threaten their future.

And as he listened, he realized that the curse he had carried for so long was no longer his to bear. The true magic lay in the love they had cultivated, a bond that felt unbreakable. It was a love that could withstand the weight of secrets, fears, and uncertainties.

In that moment of clarity, Beomgyu made a silent vow to himself: he would cherish Y/n, protect her, and never let the shadows of his past dictate the beauty of their future. Together, they would carve out a life filled with joy, laughter, and love—a life where the chains of the past would have no power over them. With Y/n by his side, he finally felt free.

Despite the warmth and light that had enveloped his life since Y/n had entered it, Beomgyu felt the shadows of his past stirring uneasily in the corners of his mind. He had built a fragile cocoon around them, convinced that their love was enough to keep the darkness at bay. Yet, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that the very nature of his existence could threaten everything he held dear.

As a vampire, Beomgyu was bound by his need to feed. It was a primal instinct, a hunger that gnawed at him like a persistent shadow. He had tried to suppress it, to deny its existence in favor of the blissful moments he shared with Y/n, but the call of his nature was relentless. It was time again for him to seek nourishment.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Beomgyu felt the familiar twinge of hunger surge through him. It was a hunger that was different now, a craving intensified by the love he felt for Y/n. He tried to push it aside, but the pull became too strong to ignore.

Y/n, ever perceptive, sensed the change in him. She turned to him with concern in her eyes, and he felt his heart twist at the thought of her worrying about him. “Beomgyu, what’s wrong?”

“I… I need to feed,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, shame flooding through him.

“What if I offered you my blood?” Y/n suggested, her tone both gentle and resolute.

He felt a rush of warmth at her offer, a mixture of gratitude and dread. Accepting her gift would be an intimate act, one that deepened the bond they shared. But it also held risks he couldn’t ignore. “Y/n, it’s not just that. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I trust you,” she replied, stepping closer, her eyes unwavering. “I know you would never hurt me intentionally. This would be an expression of our connection, a way for us to share something deeply intimate.”

Her words resonated within him, igniting a flame of desire he hadn’t anticipated. The thought of tasting her blood sent a rush of need coursing through his veins. He wanted to accept her offer, to partake in the most profound aspect of their connection. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, his heart pounding with both excitement and fear.

“Okay,” he said softly, his voice laced with vulnerability. “But you must promise me to stop me if I go too far.”

“I promise,” she assured him, her gaze steady and trusting.

As they settled onto a plush couch in the candlelit sitting room, Beomgyu felt the weight of anticipation hanging in the air. Y/n guided him to her wrist, exposing the delicate skin. Beomgyu’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at her, seeing not just a meal, but the essence of everything he cherished. He leaned in, his fangs grazing her skin lightly before piercing it.

The moment he tasted her blood, a flood of sensations engulfed him. It was warm and rich, a divine nectar that awakened every part of him. He drank deeply, feeling her life force coursing through him, filling the empty void that had plagued him for centuries. With each sip, he felt stronger, more alive, and yet, something within him began to twist—a primal urge taking over.

Y/n gasped, her breath hitching as he drank from her, but rather than stopping, Beomgyu lost himself in the ecstasy of her blood. The sweetness intoxicated him, and he couldn’t help but want more. He was a man possessed, caught in a fever dream of desire, and the world around him faded into obscurity.

“Beomgyu, please!” Y/n’s voice broke through the haze, panic lacing her words. She began to fight against him, pushing at his shoulders, but he was lost in the whirlwind of his hunger.

“Just a little more,” he murmured, though a small part of him screamed in protest. He had never felt such an overwhelming craving, an insatiable need that pushed him beyond reason.

But with every heartbeat, Y/n’s strength began to wane. He felt her body grow weaker beneath his touch, and yet he couldn’t pull away. His instincts took control, and he continued to drink, his mind drowning in the heady intoxication of her essence.

Y/n’s struggles grew weaker, her breathing shallow, and a flicker of clarity sparked within Beomgyu. Horror crashed over him as he realized the gravity of what he was doing. “Y/n! No!” He pulled away, panic flooding his senses.

He gazed at her, eyes wide with horror. She was pale, the vibrancy that had once illuminated her features now dulled. Beomgyu’s heart raced as he fought to process what he had done. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

His voice cracked, tears brimming in his eyes as he cupped her face with trembling hands. “Please, forgive me. I lost control.”

Y/n looked up at him, her breath shallow but her gaze steady, filled with a strange mixture of fear and understanding. “Beomgyu, it’s okay… I’m here,” she whispered, though her voice was barely above a breath.

“No, it’s not okay! I should have stopped. I should have been stronger!” His voice trembled, panic clawing at his chest as he fought to keep the darkness at bay. He had promised to protect her, and yet he had become the very monster he had feared all along.

“Just… breathe,” Y/n said softly, trying to reassure him even in her weakened state. “I’m still here. You didn’t mean to hurt me.”

But the weight of his actions crashed down on him like a tidal wave. He had taken too much; the warmth of her blood that had once filled him with pleasure now felt like poison in his veins. He had nearly destroyed the one thing that mattered most to him.

With desperation, he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her fragile form against his chest. “I’ll make it right. I promise,” he vowed, tears spilling from his eyes. “I won’t lose you. I won’t let this darkness take you away from me.”

He felt her heart flutter weakly against him, and he would do anything to mend the fragile thread of life that connected them. It was a vow etched into his very soul: he would protect her from the past, from the monster within, and from the shadows that threatened to consume them both.

But as he held her, Beomgyu couldn’t shake the feeling that the curse he had thought long forgotten was creeping back into their lives, and this time, it could take everything away from him in the most cruel of ways.

Beomgyu felt as if the world had crumbled around him, leaving only the unbearable weight of reality. He cradled Y/n in his arms, her once-vibrant form now frail and pale, as if all the life had been drained from her. Her heartbeat, which had once pulsed steadily against his chest, was now a fragile whisper, fading with each agonizing second. Panic surged within him, a tidal wave of desperation crashing against the shores of his heart.

“What do I do? What do I do?” he murmured, his voice trembling as he rocked her gently, as if trying to soothe the life ebbing away from her. Tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the cold night air as he fought against the overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

He had lived for centuries with the curse that shadowed his existence, but never had he felt its cruel grip quite like this. It was a relentless beast that had now taken the one person he cherished most. Y/n was slipping away from him, and the realization gnawed at his soul like a ravenous predator.

He had never wanted this. The love he felt for her was supposed to bring him joy, yet here it had become a source of unimaginable pain. He pressed his lips against her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin fade beneath his touch. “Please, Y/n. Hold on. Just hold on for me,” he pleaded, though he could hear the tremor of fear in his own voice.

But the truth weighed heavily on him like an anchor dragging him into the depths of despair. He knew he could not turn her into a vampire—not until the full moon, which was still two weeks away. Two weeks that she didn’t have. The thought was suffocating.

“Why didn’t I stop?” he cried, anguish spilling from his heart like a broken dam. “I should have listened to you. I should have been stronger.”

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, weak but filled with a tenderness that broke him further. “Beomgyu,” she whispered, her voice barely a breath. “I’m not afraid.”

His heart shattered at her words. “But I am! I can’t lose you. I can’t let you go,” he begged, holding her closer as if he could somehow shield her from the inevitable. “I love you too much for this.”

She smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “And I love you. Just… hold me. Please.”

He tightened his grip around her, as if afraid that letting go, even for a moment, would send her spiraling away from him forever. He couldn’t bear the thought of life without her, and yet, the cruel reality remained. He was powerless to change their fate, a mere spectator to the tragedy unfolding before him.

“I’ll find a way,” he vowed, his voice choked with emotion. “I’ll do anything—anything to save you. I’ll beg the moon to rise early. I’ll barter with whatever dark forces I must. Just… don’t leave me.”

Y/n coughed softly, a faint smile gracing her lips. “Beomgyu, you don’t need to make promises you can’t keep. Just being here with me is enough.”

As the warmth of her body began to wane, Beomgyu felt a sense of despair clawing at his insides. “No! I can’t let this be the end!” he shouted, desperation spilling over.

But as he gazed into her eyes, he could see the light dimming, the vibrant spark of life that had captivated him slowly fading away. The reality of his situation washed over him like a bitter tide. He had always feared the curse, but now he understood its true cruelty: it didn’t just threaten his existence; it threatened the very essence of what made life worth living.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I thought I could protect you. I thought we had defeated the past.”

Tears streamed down his face, pooling on Y/n’s pale cheeks. “You gave me the happiest year of my life, Beomgyu. Don’t let this darkness win. I want you to live… to find happiness again. Promise me you’ll be okay.”

He shook his head vehemently, the thought of moving on without her unfathomable. “I can’t do that. You’re my everything. I can’t just let you go.”

With great effort, Y/n raised a trembling hand to his cheek, her touch soft yet tinged with urgency. “You must. You deserve to be happy, Beomgyu. Remember me. Live for both of us. Please…”

The weight of her words crushed him, a deep ache blossoming in his chest as he fought against the rising tide of grief. “I can’t… I can’t lose you,” he sobbed, clutching her to him as if she were the very breath of life he depended upon.

“I will always be with you, even if you can’t see me,” she murmured, her voice growing weaker. “Just hold onto our memories. Let them be the light in your darkness.”

The room felt colder, the shadows creeping closer, and Beomgyu could feel her slipping away. He pressed his forehead against hers, wishing with every fiber of his being that he could take her pain, that he could absorb it all and leave her free from the burden of this cruel fate.

“Y/n… please don’t go,” he begged, his voice hoarse, raw with emotion.

But as the seconds ticked away, he felt the warmth of her body begin to fade entirely. Her eyes fluttered shut, and the rhythmic beat of her heart grew fainter until it was but a whisper on the wind.

“Y/n!” he cried out, his voice filled with despair as he realized she was leaving him. The world around him dissolved into a haze of grief and darkness, the walls closing in as he fought against the tide of despair that threatened to consume him.

And then, as if in cruel mockery of their love, silence fell. The beat of her heart ceased, the life that had once shone so brightly in her eyes extinguished in an instant. Beomgyu felt as if the very ground beneath him had shattered, plunging him into a chasm of endless sorrow.

He had failed her. The curse had won, taking the light of his life and leaving him in the suffocating darkness once more. Wracked with grief, he held her lifeless body, a haunting emptiness echoing through the halls of his heart.

In that moment, Beomgyu understood the true weight of his curse. It was not merely the threat of death—it was the certainty of loss, a reminder that love could be as cruel as it was beautiful. He was a king without a throne, a vampire without a purpose, condemned to wander the shadows alone.

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siren-in-the-shadow · 4 months ago

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Twisted Fate : Cazador X Reader

Chapter 2

Word Count: 2.1k Mentions: Mature Content, She/Her, Series

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As Y/N pushes past Cazador, she feels a flicker of triumph, but it’s short-lived. She barely makes it a few steps out of the prison cell when she hears his footsteps echo behind her, unhurried and confident. His voice cuts through the silence, laced with mockery.

“Running already?” he taunts, following her with that signature smugness. “I expected you to have more of a plan, considering the little show of defiance.”

Y/N stops but doesn’t turn around, clenching her fists. She’d hoped to put more distance between them, but it seems Cazador has other ideas. He closes the gap with unnatural speed, suddenly standing beside her with that infuriating smirk.

“I’d hate to see you stumble around aimlessly,” he continues, his tone sharp and commanding. “If we’re to break this curse, we’ll need information—knowledge that I possess and you lack.” He gestures down the shadowy corridor. “The library awaits. Or do you prefer ignorance?”

Y/N bristles at his words, but she knows he’s right. With a huff, she turns to follow him. He leads the way with a certain elegance, guiding her through the winding hallways until they reach a massive set of double doors. He pushes them open, revealing a dimly lit room beyond, filled with towering bookshelves and the faint, musky scent of old paper.

He strides into the room, glancing over his shoulder to ensure she’s following. “Welcome to the library,” he says, his tone now slightly more serious, as if even he respects the weight of the knowledge contained here. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

As Y/N steps into the library, she’s immediately struck by the sheer volume of ancient tomes, relics and scrolls that surround her. The towering shelves whisper secrets of the past, and she feels a mix of awe and caution—these books likely hold dark and dangerous knowledge.

Lost in the wonder of the library, Y/N didn’t notice Cazador’s eyes tracing her form. His gaze held a mix of curiosity and something more profound, but she was too captivated by the shelves of ancient knowledge to sense the weight of his attention.

Her fingers twitch with the urge to explore, but before she can reach for a nearby artifact, Cazador’s voice pierces the silence. “Careful,” he warns, his gaze icy. “These aren’t toys for you to play with.”

With her heart racing, Y/N steels herself, ready to delve into the depths of the library and uncover the secrets they need, despite the shadows lurking within.

Y/N glanced away, hesitating for a moment before she muttered, “Sorry.” She barely looked at Cazador, but the word hung between them, heavy and unexpected. After a beat, she turned back to him, searching his face. “Well… where do we start?” she asked, a mix of determination and curiosity in her voice as she took in the towering shelves around them.

Cazador nodded toward a shadowy corner of the library. “There,” he said, his tone serious yet subtly inviting.

As they pored over the towering shelves of the library, Y/N felt an unexpected sense of camaraderie with Cazador. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, and she focused intently on the texts before her, jotting down notes and trying to piece together the fragments of information they needed.

After some hours, her gaze wandered, and her eyes landed on a worn leather journal nestled between two larger tomes. Intrigued, she reached for it, fingers brushing against the intricate designs embossed on the cover. She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Cazador, who was engrossed in a particularly large book, his expression unreadable.

Curiosity gnawed at her, and she carefully opened the journal. The pages were filled with what she deemed as Cazador’s elegant handwriting, chronicling his experiences and thoughts—some mundane, others deeply personal. As she read, she uncovered fragments of his life: the weight of centuries, becoming a spawn, the isolation that came with immortality. She was quickly skimming the pages; truly, she was fascinated and saddened by what was written. Was this really Cazador's experience? Was this the reality of his existence?

As she read about the heavy silence that filled his days and the weight of endless nights, her heart ached for him. Each entry revealed layers of a man caught in a constant struggle between his desires and the cruel nature of his fate. He wrote of battles fought not just against external foes but also within himself, grappling with the isolation that his immortality imposed. Y/N felt a surge of empathy, realizing that beneath Cazador’s cold demeanor lay a soul haunted by the very things that defined him—loneliness, regret, and a yearning for connection that he will probably never acknowledge, nor realize. A chill ran down her spine as she realized how much he had buried beneath his aloof exterior.

Y/N became so engrossed in the journal that she didn’t notice Cazador shift his focus from his book. When he finally caught sight of her, his expression hardened, and a dark look shadowed his face. “What are you doing?” he demanded, his voice low and commanding, sending a jolt through her.

Y/N's heart raced as she registered the intensity in his voice and the way he stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Startled, she jumped up from her seat, instinctively taking a step back to create some space. “I—I thought it would help with the cure,” with her eyes widening she whispered, her grip tightening on the journal as if it could provide her some comfort against his imposing presence.

“This isn’t a game, little mouse,” he said firmly, grabbing her arm and guiding her back to her seat. “You don’t understand anything, and it’s not your place to know. Stay in your place.” He pointed at her as if reprimanding a child.

Y/N frowned, trying to reason with him. “But I can help,” she insisted, reaching out to gently touch his arm.

He recoiled, smacking her hand away. “I don’t need your help,” he snapped, his eyes flashing with irritation.

Y/N felt a surge of fear at his sharp tone. She caught the flicker of surprise in his eyes, and for just a moment, she saw something shift in his expression—whatever it was, it had quickly vanished.

“Come,” he said, his voice more measured now, as he turned and walked toward the book he had been investigating. He gestured for her to follow, a begrudging acknowledgment that perhaps there was still a way forward despite their tension.

Cazador exhaled sharply, an annoyed look crossing his face as he placed a finger on the page. “I’ve found something,” he muttered, his tone almost begrudging.

“The cure?” Y/N asked, eyes lighting up with sudden hope. “Really? You found it?”

He shot her a disdainful glance, a smirk barely tugging at the corner of his mouth. “No, you sweet idiot,” he replied with a condescending shake of his head.

“There’s more to it than that, this is bigger than I thought.” He pointed at the page again, his annoyance simmering just below the surface as he waited for her to catch on.

Y/N’s gaze drifted down to the book, her brow furrowing as she struggled to make sense of the unfamiliar symbols scrawled across the page. She looked up, meeting his eyes, searching for answers in their cold depths. Her gaze flickered briefly to his lips before returning to his eyes, trying to read the expression that seemed carefully guarded.

“What does it say?” she asked softly, frustration lacing her tone. Cazador let out a sigh, his annoyance evident. “It’s written in an ancient tongue—one even I can barely decipher.” He paused, his gaze hardening. “We’ll need to consult a wizard. This is old magic, and there are few left who can understand it.”

Y/N straightened, ready for action. “Then let’s go into the city.”

Cazador let out a low, mocking laugh, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “The sun has set, little mouse. Shops won’t open until morning.” Without another word, he turned and strode out of the library, making his way toward another room.

She hurried after him, frowning. “Where are you going?”

He glanced back, his smirk barely hiding his amusement. “Getting you fed.” He led her into the dining room, where he summoned a servant with a flick of his fingers. “Prepare something for our guest,” he ordered, his voice casual yet commanding.

As the servant moved to follow his orders, Y/N suddenly realized she hadn’t eaten all day, her focus consumed by the puzzles of his cryptic journal. Hunger tugged at her now, and she found herself startled that he had noticed, let alone acted on it.

Cazador turned to her, offering a slight nod—an unspoken gesture of care buried beneath his usual aloofness. It was subtle, but enough to make her pause, a hint of warmth slipping through the cracks of his cold exterior. For a moment, she caught a glimpse of something unexpected, something almost human, lurking just beneath the surface.

Y/N sat down at the table, and a plate was set in front of her with a quiet efficiency. She looked up at the servant, offering a small, grateful smile. “Thank you,” she said softly, and the servant gave a brief nod before retreating from the room.

Y/N noticed Cazador standing a few paces away, leaning against the wall as if he had no intention of joining her, yet his gaze never left her. The silence stretched between them, heavy and unyielding.

As she picked up her fork, Y/N looked up, noticing Cazador watching her intently, his expression unreadable. She hesitated, then gestured to the chair across from her. “Are you planning to just stand there?” she asked, curiosity lacing her words.

Cazador smirked, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “It’s interesting, observing you,” he said, a faint, almost playful edge to his tone. “You mortals are so... fragile, yet you’re so determined to survive. Always eating, sleeping, searching for some purpose.”

“Well, excuse me for needing to eat,” she said, a twinge of guilt creeping in as she took a bite. A light giggle bubbled up, and she added, “Not all of us can survive on pure arrogance.”

Cazador let out a small, breathless laugh before quickly turning it into a playful smirk. “Ah, but there’s something to be said for a diet rich in confidence. It does wonders for one’s complexion.” His tone was teasing, but there was a flicker of genuine amusement in his gaze as he leaned against the wall, still watching her intently.

Y/N giggled, the lightness of the moment momentarily easing the tension between them. She laid her head down on the table for a brief second before sitting up again, finishing the last bites of her food. As she pushed her plate aside, she noticed Cazador moving toward her.

He settled into the chair across from her, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. “What’s so amusing, little mouse?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing as he leaned forward slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.

Y/N shrugged, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Just tired,” she replied, lying through her teeth. She aimed to deflect his curiosity, not wanting to reveal how the complexity of their situation both frightened and intrigued her. “Oh, you know how it is! After being thrown into a stranger's prison, nearly becoming a slave, and then realizing I’m somehow magically bound to someone with the power to hurt me—yet doesn’t—well.” She waved her hand dismissively, trying to appear nonchalant.

Cazador didn’t respond, letting her words hang in the air. Without a word, he turned on his heel and started walking, gesturing for her to follow. “Come,” he said, his voice cold and detached, leaving no room for argument.

They walked in silence through the long, dimly lit corridors, the echo of their footsteps stretching endlessly through the shadows.

Cazador stepped aside, gesturing toward the room with a sweeping motion. “Get some rest,” he instructed, his tone brisk and businesslike, as though already preoccupied with something else.

He pointed to a tall wardrobe across the room. “You’ll find clothes in there,” he said, then nodded toward a door just off to the side. “And there’s a shower through that door. Use whatever you need.”

Y/N glanced around the room, noting the small, unexpected comforts he’d provided. They felt almost out of place, given the circumstances. Cazador watched her closely, his expression as indecipherable as ever, before finally speaking. “What a strange girl you are,” he murmured, his tone threading somewhere between intrigue and something almost tender, though still impossible to decipher. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that suggested he was seeing more than just the surface.

She met his gaze, wary yet curious, a part of her aching to understand what lay beneath his cold exterior. But as much as she wanted to reach out, she held back, tethered by the uncertainty of his presence.

He lingered, as if caught in some unspoken thought, before abruptly turning away and disappearing down the hallway, leaving her alone with her unanswered questions and racing thoughts.

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Well hello little mouse, If you're reading this then thank you for making it this far!

Ive been having so much fun writing this, my notes are filled with so so many ideas hehe y'all aren't ready for the series...

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fanfictionismyaddiction · 5 months ago

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Chronicles of a Gothic muse

Social Media AU

Pairing: Zak Bagans x reader

Summary: follows the captivating life of a darkly elegant influencer as she navigates her new relationship with paranormal investigator Zak Bagans, blending her gothic aesthetic with their shared love for the macabre and mysterious.

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📍Location: Old Gothic Cemetery

Among the silent graves, I find peace… the whispers of the past remind me of the beauty in every shadow🌙🕯️

realzakbagans: You make even the darkest places feel like home…🖤

aarongoodwin: That’s one way to spend the day… kinda jealous of the ghosts you’re hanging with 👻

Fan1: You make cemeteries look so peaceful and romantic. Such a unique perspective

friend2: This is so ethereal and hauntingly beautiful. You belong in a dark romance novel🖤

jaywasley: This is one of your best looks yet. Pure gothic elegance

friend1: The way you connect with these places is so inspiring. You’re like a real-life gothic heroine🌹

Fan2: This image is pure art. You have such an eye for beauty in the macabre

Fan3: You look like a Victorian ghost, lost in time. Absolutely stunning!

Fan4: Please tell me you’re going to do a photoshoot like this again. This is breathtaking!

📍Location: Your Apartment

A quiet night with my favorite companions: a good book, a cup of tea, and the lingering presence of those who came before us📚☕️

realzakbagans: Wish I was there with you, but seeing this is the next best thing…🖤

billytolley: That’s one cozy gothic nook you’ve got there. You and Zak should do a reading together!

friend2: This is the dreamiest vibe. Can I come over for a tea party in the dark? 😍

Fan6: You’ve just given me major inspiration for redecorating my space. This is goals

freind3: Everything about this is so you. The perfect gothic home aesthetic!

aarongoodwin: Looks like the perfect setup for a ghost story… or maybe a love story?😉

Fan5: Your apartment looks like something out of a classic horror novel. I love it!

Fan7: Your style is impeccable. I need to know where you get your decor!

Fan8: You look so serene here. The perfect way to spend a night in

📍Location: Victorian-Inspired Tea Room

Afternoon tea with a touch of the macabre… just the way I like it ☕️🖤

aarongoodwin: That tea setup is next level. Do they have ghost-shaped cookies too? 👻

freind3: This is perfection. You look like a queen in her element 🌙

friend1: Tea with a side of mystery and darkness. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you🖤

realzakbagans: You make everything look like a scene from a gothic fairytale. Wish I could join you right now…🖤

Fan9: This is the most elegant thing I’ve ever seen. Your life is like a gothic dream!

jaywasley: Classy and spooky at the same time—nailed it!

Fan10: You always find the most amazing places. Please share your secret spots with us!

Fan11: Gothic afternoon tea? Yes, please! You look stunning as always

Fan12: This looks like something straight out of a Victorian novel. I need to try this place!

📍Location: The Haunted Museum

Lost in time, surrounded by ancient knowledge and forgotten spells... this is where I feel most at home📚🔮

aarongoodwin: Bet you’re finding all kinds of spooky secrets in there. Just don’t summon anything, okay? 😅

realzakbagans: You belong in every magical and mysterious place… especially here 🖤

billytolley: You look like you’ve found the ultimate treasure trove. Don’t get lost in those books!

friend2: This is so mesmerizing. I can almost feel the magic through the screen 🌹

friend3: You’re like a gothic sorceress, surrounded by her ancient knowledge. I’m obsessed 🖤

Fan13: This is the dream! Your life is like a gothic fantasy come to life

Fan14: I need a library like this in my life. You always find the coolest places to explore

Fan15: You look like you belong in a movie about witches and haunted tomes. Love this so much!

Fan16: This is giving me serious dark academia vibes. Can’t wait to see more!

📍Location: A Haunted Castle

Wandering the halls of forgotten places, where every step echoes with the past... and every shadow holds a story.🕯️🏰

jaywasley: This is epic. You’re living the ultimate gothic dream

friend2: This is everything. You look like a queen in her haunted castle 🖤

friend1: These vibes are immaculate. You and this castle are a perfect match 🌙

realzakbagans: You belong in every haunted place… and I’ll follow you to them all 🖤

aarongoodwin: You look like the ghost of the castle! This place suits you perfectly 👻

Fan17: This is pure gothic fantasy. You’re living the dream life, honestly

Fan18: need to visit this place now. You make it look so enchanting

Fan19: The atmosphere in this photo is incredible. You capture the essence of every place you visit

Fan20: This is giving me chills in the best way possible. Can’t wait to see where you go next!

#fanfiction #reader insert #fanfic #fluff #social media #social media au #zak bagans x reader #zak bagans #ghost adventures #aaron goodwin #jay wasley #billy tolley

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crestfallenyh · 7 months ago

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𖥨 alchemy of the soul: masterlist

“Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

it's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.”

COMING SOON!!!

summary: loves comes in many forms. throughout our time, the soul will be steadily fed, by friends, by family, by lovers... but what if, eventually, your once in a lifetime comes around? what if, against all odds, for better or for worse, destiny will put you in the path of cosmic love?

or, a short series of exploring the ancient, destined soulmate trope.

pairings: reader x ateez. not poly, each part is assigned to one single member.

content warnings: majorly fluff and angst with the occasional hint of spice. each chapter will be tagged accordingly with appropriate warnings but keep in mind this series include mature topics, sexual talk, death and rebirth mentions, violence, lots of corny love and a lot of emotional hurt. chapters will not be posted in age order and updates may (will) vary in waiting times. please note that although this is a bunch of stories clumped together by a common trope, stories are not intertwined and are meant to be read individually. links to each chapter to be slowly updated.

𖥨 007. meet me in the twilight.

hongjoong x reader. a peek into the red string theory. a pirate and a princess will never belong into each other's world, unless there is something stronger than them pulling them together. where fate and duty play chess, only the smile of a carefree sea bandit can help lean the scale.

𖥨 003. dreaming a dream, every night.

seonghwa x reader. just two lovers who only get to meet through the dizzying daze of a shared dreamland and the glimpse of past memories. what's real and what's not? if they will ever get to feel complete by also meeting in this earthly plane, they don't know.

𖥨 023. run!

yunho x reader. in this world, physical injuries to a person cause equal pain to their destined partner. a mosquito bite or a bump on your toe with the corner of a sofa you can handle, but honestly... what in the world is your partner doing for you to feel such agony, almost everyday?

𖥨 015. shades of love.

yeosang x reader. pink for love, green for hope, yellow for joy. the rest is always grey. you can only ever see colors related to the emotions your alleged soulmate has felt throughout their life, a connection you cannot break or run away from as much as you would love to. you don't know this person, but you surely hope they're (not) enjoying your blues, reds and deep purples. a variation of the sunshine and sunshine protector trope.

𖥨 010. hope springs eternal.

san x reader. hope springs eternal, or that's what they say. san has never been a believer, after all, he's still an outcast who sees the world in a scale of black and white. quite literally. unable to see any color in the absence of what people call a soulmate, he's determined to trick destiny and find love in you.

𖥨 009. round and round, the wheel keeps spinning.

mingi x reader. in a world where soulmates are meant to live and die together of old age, a tragedy has taken his heart with your last breath. life after life, he will look for his heart in the smile of a stranger, hoping that one day, he will get to find you again and live his happy ever after.

𖥨 026. lucky strike.

wooyoung x reader. throughout your life you've always known that the only way of getting out of your imprisonment and reaching the outside is by finding your destined match, marked at birth. this regime was installed long before you or your grandparents were even born, you would never dare challenge it. as luck would have it, you're partnered up with the most anti-regime, most challenging human you've ever met and he is seemingly your only hope.

𖥨 012. last night on earth.

jongho x reader. in a world of war, love is never welcome or sought after. mass destruction and loss will harden the heart of even the most whimsical of warriors, and the slight faint of a tattoo no longer engraved in jongho's skin will only serve as a lifelong reminder of a forfeited future, of a missed promise.

#ateez scenarios #ateez smut #if you are able to i would love to know which chapter you look forward the most #ateez fluff #ateez reactions #ateez angst #ateez writing #this is coming soon and i'm so excited oh my god #yunho scenarios #hongjoong scenarios #seonghwa scenarios #yeosang scenarios #san scenarios #mingi scenarios #wooyoung scenarios #jongho scenarios #ateez masterlist #ateez fic

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love-my-fictional-men123 · 10 months ago

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Bucky Barnes x y/n

Y/N's passion for history, especially the era of the 1940s, often left her longing for a time she'd never experienced. She had a particular soft spot for the tales of heroism and heartache from World War II. She never thought that her obsession with the past would lead her to a chance meeting with a man who'd lived through it all.

One crisp evening in Brooklyn, her love for bygone stories guided her to an old, quaint bookstore that seemed to call out to her. The moment she stepped inside, she was enveloped by the musty aroma of ancient pages and leather-bound chronicles. As she navigated through the labyrinth of shelves, she was drawn to a corner filled with war memoirs and letters sent from the front lines.

While she was poring over the delicate pages of a soldier's correspondence, a voice, both warm and slightly worn, broke the silence. "Those are some of the best insights into what it was like back then," the voice remarked.

She turned and found herself face-to-face with a man who seemed as if he had stepped out of one of the history books she adored. His dark hair was neatly combed back, his blue eyes carried the weight of many untold stories, and his left arm gleamed with a metallic sheen under the store's dim lighting.

"You're... You're Bucky Barnes," Y/N gasped, her heart racing as she recognized the famed war hero and former Winter Soldier.

Bucky offered a small, self-deprecating smile. "In the flesh, well, most of it anyway," he quipped, a hint of humor twinkling in his eyes as he gestured to his prosthetic arm.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, her initial shock giving way to intrigue. "I'm Y/N, a big fan of... history. Your history," she admitted, still unable to believe who she was speaking with.

"Not many people come looking for that part of my past," Bucky said, his voice carrying a note of surprise.

They settled into a cozy corner of the bookstore, each taking a seat in an armchair that had seen better days. The conversation began with a shared enthusiasm for history, but it quickly unfurled into deeper territory. Bucky spoke of his experiences with a candor that he rarely afforded others, while Y/N listened, captivated by his firsthand account.

"It's strange, but talking to you feels like I'm reconnecting with parts of myself that I thought were long gone," Bucky confessed, his gaze lingering on Y/N's attentive face.

"And you," Bucky inquired, "what drives your passion for times long past?"

Y/N shared her dreams of writing and her desire to keep the stories of the past alive for future generations. Bucky hung on every word, as if her aspirations were the most important tales he'd ever heard.

Hours slipped away as they lost themselves in conversation. It wasn't until the bookstore owner announced it was closing time that they realized how much time had passed.

Bucky, ever the gentleman, asked tentatively, "Would you maybe want to continue this over dinner?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that very much, Bucky."

They found themselves at a vintage diner, reminiscent of the era Bucky hailed from, and took a seat in a quiet booth. The conversation picked up right where it left off, this time interlaced with laughter and an ease that felt like the comfort of an old friend.

"You make the past come alive, Y/N. I feel like you were there alongside me," Bucky said, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

Flattered, Y/N replied, "You're not too shabby at storytelling yourself, Mr. Barnes."

As the evening wound down, they lingered outside the diner, neither willing to end the night. Bucky was the first to break the comfortable silence.

"There's an old dance hall from the '40s in the area. It's been fixed up a bit, but it still has that old charm. Would you... would you want to see it with me?" Bucky asked, his voice laced with a hint of hope and vulnerability.

Y/N's response was immediate, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I'd love to, Bucky. It's like stepping into history with the perfect guide."

Their gazes met and held, a silent acknowledgment of a bond that had been formed over shared stories and a mutual understanding. With the promise of more time spent together, they parted ways for the evening, but the warmth of their connection and the promise of a dance stayed with them, hinting at the start of a beautiful journey through time and memory.

Sorry I haven’t been posting lately I been busy with work and school and stuff

Hope you like it I’ll post something tomorrow probably💕🌸💘🎧🌸💕

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader

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indigosuvi · 1 month ago

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Krukoslik NSFW Headcanons

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 75 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

Krukoslik wasn't very sexually active just because he's always busy.

He also didn't have anyone since the loss of his former mate.

He was hesitant at first, not wanting to be pushy or for you to feel rushed.

Once further into your relationship, he would prefer pleasuring you the most. Sure, he enjoyed receiving, but he loved giving the most.

Sex would be whenever he gets the chance, and you are both in the mood.

Tag List: @eli-chris, @queendeeshorrorimagines, @unlikelypersonalknight1

#krukoslik x reader #Krukoslik x you #krukoslik imagine #krukoslik headcanons #krukoslik smut #coad imagine #coad headcanons #coad scenario #krukoslik scenarios #coad x reader #coad smut #coad krukoslik #krukoslik coad #chronicles of ancient darkness smut #chronicles of ancient darkness #chronicles of ancient darkness x reader #chronicles of ancient darkness x you

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simplegenius042 · 10 months ago

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Late OCs as Horror Themes/Tropes, Ships as Tarot Cards, and 15 Lines or Less Tag

Tagged by @nightbloodbix @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @direwombat and @g0dspeeed

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @softtidesworld @strafethesesinners @strangefable @adelaidedrubman @wrathfulrook @corvosattano @cassietrn @derelictheretic @shellibisshe @florbelles @cloudofbutterflies92 @starsandskies @onehornedbeast @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @afarcryfrommymain @megraen @turbo-virgins @minilev @carlosoliveiraa @shallow-gravy @titiagls @thewanderer-000 @snake-in-the-garden @purplehairsecretlair @chazz-anova @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @skoll-sun-eater @yokobai @bitchofedensgate @deputyash @ec-10 @foofygoldfish @gaeadene @henbased @vampireninjabunnies-blog and @trashcatsnark

You can find the OCs as Horror Themes/Tropes quiz here and the Ships as Tarot Cards quiz here. One OC for the first quiz, Two Ships for the second quiz, and three OCs for five lines each for the 15. The results and lines are below the cut:

DISCORD, THE MAD KIN OF CARNAGE (A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and the Unnamed Original Works Trilogy)

Discord was a second-generation reality bender (or more commonly known as "Kin"), and one of the most devastatingly powerful as well. His very presence was capable of reverting anything and everything around him back to its basic essential form/s (until it became rusted, rotten, and/or dust and eventually nothing at all). Had technically been killed during the Extermination Purge War, however, Arcane Urias' Chapter of the Occult, a group of warlocks, liches and dark magic users that aimed to preserve ancient magic (regardless if it was forbidden or destructive) and bring back the Old Kin (which mostly consist of the extinct first, second and third generations, as well as some fourth) to rule over the Multiverse once again, had found a way to bring back Discord, in a universe where Earth had been ravaged by nuclear war. NOTE: This result kind of describes how Discord's second death more-or-less is like.

THE BAPTIST AND THE QUOKKA [JOHN SEED X NADI SINCLAIR] (Far Cry The Silver Chronicles)

While Nadi and John have this "loyally serving the other while yearning for each others love but beating around the bush due to bad timings and stuff and still caring and possessive of the other to an obsessively unhealthy degree"... I will have to say that Nadi's affection isn't John's only priority; Joseph and his family plus the project is John's focus and is probably what he would choose over Nadi. Nadi though views John as the person who gave her something to believe in again, to put her skill and faith in (especially after losing faith in the military and governments after the events of Call To Arms), so to her, Eden's Gate' faith is personified by John. But if either lose each one another, it will greatly impact the other's life.

HAOYU ANABUKI X ICARUS GALATOS (Life, Despair & Monsters)

Ah yes, another main LGBTQ+ couple I made to add to my collection alongside Sonya and Jennifer. Haoyu (Non-Binary, 25) and Icarus (Male, 23) fit each other well. At first both thought the other was a jerk. However, both got to know each other, related about their experiences with distant, long-lost and/or found family (Haoyu with their father, mother and Monika plus the Literature Club, and Icarus with his parents, siblings, alters and the Dupain-Cheng Family), coming to terms with their personal lives (Haoyu with their ability to open portals and travel through reality breaches, and Icarus plus his alters with the ability to switch dimensions with this magic fungus dude named Hatter whom one of the alters had eaten inadvertently on a dare), as well as near-death experiences (Haoyu with the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, and Icarus with Evermond Scowlzka trying to dissect him and his alters to get Hatter) plus their encounters with Sir Enigma Malvolio (Haoyu is Malvolio's foil and therefore targeted as a rival, and Icarus, while never meeting Malvolio until much later, had seen the aftereffects of Malvolio putting the essence of the Court King into a close friend of his, Marinette Dupain-Cheng). They also manage to work through each other's flaws; Icarus was reserved and arrogant but self-sacrificing (hence the requirement for his alters, Hatsukami Hinode and Xavier Tulip), and Haoyu was bold and selfish yet unambitious. Icarus teaches Haoyu how to be driven, pointing them towards a goal beneficial to not only them, but everyone, while Haoyu taught Icarus how to listen and take care of himself more, as well as be open-minded. Wherever they end up after the fight with the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, know that they're both at least together.

15 LINES, 5 EACH FOR 3 OCS IN THE UNTITLEDVERSE

Calvin Darling (The Perfect Storm saga)

"Ah, back in this shit again?" He grumbles, getting up.

"Haven't you learned by now? "Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before the fall"," Calvin quoted, "Try to checkmate that, you pompous dick."

"I need a drink," Calvin pauses, reminding himself of another task, "But first I shall pray."

"Mario! I'm a cartoonist, not a mechanic."

"...I'm simultaneously impressed by how smart you can be but also disappointed in how stupid you are."

Rick Thompson (The Omniscience Rule saga and The Ender saga)

6. "I don't remember hunting down clowns to be part of the initiative...?" 7. "My dream came true Ma... I am IN a Musical." 8. "Ms Darling, if I may compliment outside of regulations, you're stunning beauty is increased tenfold by the stellar addition of grime and demons blood." 9. "I may be an agent, but I'm no where near professional." 10. "Ian Graveheart is the kind of man Pa described as the worst combination you can give a loaded weapon without safety on... legs and batshit insanity."

Urijah Calaghan (The UnTitled Stories (from The Omniscience Rule saga) and The UnTitled Ventures saga)

11. "You don't matter. Nothing matters. Nothing except this mission." 12. "How cruel are our lives where we must live out a path hostile to our treading feet as the unknown entities above and beyond mock and degrade us? And what fate awaits us then? Release? Freedom? Death? A second round for your soul to enter the world again and go right back into the cosmic mechanism that grinds us down again and again and again like a broken carousel? Or a decrepit record stuck spinning on the same tune? But that's only if you're lucky enough to die." 13. "My mission is to release us, painlessly and mercifully, from the one who holds onto us; the Hand at Fate's Table, one abhorrently callous and cruel enough to take pleasure in the suffering he puts us through." 14. "You must find this tiring. For a man to commit himself against an endless stream of challenges for what is ultimately a short speck of time in our universes must come at a great unnecessary cost to your body. Do you not wish to rest, Joaquin? Wouldn't it be best to live the final minutes of your life resting? Taking a moment to hold your family one last time before our Peace?" Urijah softly questioned. 15. "That doesn't matter," Urijah softly breathes out with a smile, hot air colliding against the cold breeze as the countdown reaches its conclusion.

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cyberpunkonline · 5 months ago

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A Festival of Faewave: Celebrating September in a Surreal Soundscape

September marks the arrival of a new season and with it, a month-long celebration of mesmerizing and otherworldly Faewave. This immersive experience, dubbed "A Festival of Faewave," invites fans and newcomers alike to dive deep into a world where reality, dreams, and mythos intertwine, creating an auditory and visual feast that is as enchanting as it is surreal.

At the heart of this celebration lies the universe of "The Endless Chronicles" and the genre-defining soundscapes of Faewave. "The Endless Chronicles" introduces us to the Otherplace, an alternate dimension where the living, breathing Endless City stands as a nexus of power. Here, ancient Fae houses and the omnipotent God-Emperor maintain a tenuous alliance, weaving stories of intrigue, power struggles, and mythic grandeur. This universe serves as the backdrop for Faewave, an aesthetic that merges cyberpunk sensibilities with fantastical elements, creating a unique artistic expression that resonates with those who revel in the surreal and the mystical.

Faewave pushes the boundaries of electronic music, merging the ethereal qualities of ambient, chillwave, and vaporwave with rich folklore and fantasy themes with heavy riddem and juggle beats. It's a genre that evokes the magical and mysterious, often drawing inspiration from mythology, fairy tales, and the natural world. With its lush, atmospheric soundscapes, reverb-heavy synths, and occasional use of traditional instruments or nature sounds, Faewave creates an immersive listening experience that transports the listener to mystical realms filled with faerie creatures, enchanted forests, dark horror, and surreal landscapes. As we celebrate September's "Festival of Faewave," you are invited to explore these soundscapes and narratives, to lose yourself in the music and the stories of the signal. Whether you're a long-time fan of the genre or just discovering it for the first time, this month offers a perfect opportunity to immerse yourself in a world where the boundaries of reality fade away, leaving only the endless possibilities of the imagination.

So, let this September be your gateway to the enchanting universe of Faewave. Fall down the rabbit hole into its music, explore its narratives, and let yourself be swept away by the magic that lies within. The Festival of Faewave is here, and it's time to celebrate all the elements that make this genre a truly unique and captivating experience with music, art, games and more.

For the next month follow the #faewave hashtag on X and don't miss a post… https://x.com/search?q=%23faewave&src=typed_query&f=live

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asmaroth · 1 year ago

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Cult of the Lamb: All Hidden Lore

i've seen some folks in the tags talking about the lack of discussion of the newly added lore to the game. i figured it was because no one's collected and posted all of them all on tumblr yet, so i took the time to compile and transcribe all the Tablets and Notes into one post.

these are in order of Tablets I-X, Haro's/the meat room's note, Monch's room's note, and Lost Messages I-III. i have transcribed them exactly as they are written, special capitalizations and all. feel free to use as reference!

Ancient Tablets (Found on Crusades)