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supernaturalcharlie11 · 2 years ago
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No one ever talks about how lonely the war is.
How it rips families apart not only by death, but also by distance. We are some of the fortunate ones. Our family possesses enough magic to allow a certain amount of communication. Nothing personal, of course, the spells are too sacred for that. But every message means that my siblings are still alive.
I mostly hear from my sisters. Amethar is fighting on the rough waves of the dairy seas, searching for his newly wed wife. Even though it was the worst decision he could have made, the glimmer in his eyes had almost been enough to stifle my anger.
Almost.
I wish we had the time for him to be young and foolish.
Sapphria would love that. I can’t even imagine what kind of hideous plans the two of them would continue to come up with at Castle Candy. Our youngest sister is a force of nature on her own, but with the creative plans that Amethar cooks up sometimes…
Oh, how I wish we had the time.
Citrina and Lazuli are back at the Castle, keeping our kingdom save from within the church and the library. The war effort looks different for everyone. And if anyone dares get too close… Lazuli will snipe them right off their feet with her magical bow.
Sometimes even I hesitate to use its real name. Being killed by arrows is one of the worst ways to go in this war. Unpredictable. Impersonal. Silent. Lonely.
I weigh Flickerish in my hand. I can only hope that if I die on the battlefield, whoever deals the killing blow will look me in the eyes. Loosing is never honorable. But it would be the closest thing.
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My steps echo from the hard candy walls. I had felt it from the moment she fell, but within these walls her absence is almost overpowering.
The young gummy knight stares into the air, mumbling again and again what he has already told me and my siblings.
That Lazuli knew what she was doing. That she did it, because she knew it would be worth it.
I don‘t doubt that for a second. But it doesn‘t give me or my siblings much comfort as we put our sister to rest under one of the blooming peppermint trees.
As Citrina says a prayer, a thought enters my mind unbidden. I try to push it aside, because I have told my sisters to get rid of this childish notion many times before.
But this time I am powerless against it.
This isn‘t fair.
Of course it isn‘t. War isn‘t fair. But it is always different when it‘s your own blood on the ground of the land you call home.
It‘s different when the light that goes out lives deep inside your heart.
I had always thought I knew pain through the battles I had fought in the past.
I didn‘t know anything. This pain is blinding and deafening. It cuts my breath short every time I try to suck in the sweet candian air.
And it doesn‘t stop.
Not when I leave again for Ceresia. Not when we hold our ground and celebrate a victory. It never stops.
And just when I thought that I had gotten used to it, a sending reaches me and rips the ground out underneath me.
A second piece of my heart is thrown into darkness as I try to understand how another one of us is suddenly dead. Killed in the shadows by carnish assassins.
Oh, Sapphria.
How could it ever come this far?
But the war doesn‘t wait for the grief to settle. Only days before I finally could have returned to Castle Candy, another sending arrives.
I thought I might get numb at some point, but the pain is sharp and cruel. Nobody can explain to me how it happened, but it doesn‘t matter anyways. Citrina is dead. Killed in the streets in broad daylight.
I have to return home to the only sibling I have left. I have to be there for Amethar and see with my own eyes what in my heart I already know to be true. That I am the last one of the sisters. The oldest who failed to do protect her siblings.
But there is something I have to do first.
The war is not yet over and if I don‘t stop Calroy Cruller, no one else will.
The battle cries echo over the wheat fields even though the front is some distance away. If it were silent, it could almost be peaceful. The golden wheat dances in the soft wind under the rising sun. I had never been one for sentimentality, but in this moment I miss the smell of peppermint flowers in full bloom. It‘s been too long since I have smelled them and the next time I will, comfort will be the furthest from what I am feeling.
The tiniest reflection of something moving towards me is all the warning I get.
Something thuds painfully into my shoulder.
My first instinct is to drop to the ground, but if Lazuli has taught me one thing, it‘s that arrows will always come down. So I run.
The next arrow hits me in the thigh, but I keep running. The pain is sharp and cold. My breath hitches in my throat. Arrows thud against my armor. I can see the tents in the distance. If I can only—
Two arrows strikes true at the same time. One goes through my hand. Involuntarily, my fingers open. Flickerish tumbles to the ground and finds its final resting place next to me as the other arrow digs its way underneath my plate mail.
I am on the soft ground before I know why. Everything spins around me. The arrows don‘t stop coming.
We all have to die.
I just wish I didn’t have to do it alone. Though that seems to be the way all Rock siblings have to leave this plane.
Just as that thought crosses my mind, I suddenly feel it. A presence that I haven’t felt in over five years. Ever since Lazuli did the brave thing instead of coming home.
We’re here. Don’t be scared.
The hole I had carried in my chest ever since they were all ripped away, suddenly fills with warm light as my younger sisters surround me once again. The pain subsides as the darkness eats away at my field of vision. My chest shudders with every breath.
Lazuli’s hand is in mine. Citrina’s lips place a soft kiss on my forehead and Sapphria’s arm curls around my shoulder. A translucent smoke surrounds me that tingles on my skin. They are waiting for me. Maybe Citrina has been right all along. She has always been the most put together of all of us, even though none of us ever admitted it.
The war is lonely.
But dying isn’t.
A last comfort, I think to myself as I close my eyes and let myself drift.
Now it is up to you, brother. I know you’ll do us proud.
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mere-mortifer · 2 months ago
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♥ Sanji/Reader Rec List ♥
40+ fics & authors suggestions! Click here to view this on a separate web page for easier navigation ♥
Sometimes I’m normal about fictional characters, other times I become psycho-sexually obsessed with them and relentlessly look for fanworks where they get smooched and hugged into oblivion. And by characters I mean Sanji.
So here’s a non-comprehensive list of Sanji/Reader fics that I love, most of them rated Explicit. This got sooo long because I kept finding other works to add while scrolling through my bookmarks and reblogs, it goes to show how good the fandom is! (Assume, unless otherwise stated, that Sanji is more on the sexually submissive side, since I like what I like and seek out that dynamic specifically.)
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Authors I love
I’m starting this list with a few mentions of my favorite authors, although I’m sure I’m stating the obvious with most of these and you all know them already. Who cares! Go re-read their stuff! Leave a comment! Give them your money!
1. One Piece Works by @onlymurphy
Not to fall into hyperbole, but I owe OnlyMurphy my life. If you’re here reading this list then surely you love this author already, so this a good excuse to re-read the entire Grow Old With Me series. Sanji’s characterization is top-notch, and if you enjoy explorations of his self worth issues and how they would affect an otherwise loving romantic relationship then look no further. Also the author is a very talented smut writer (very talented writer in general, make no mistake), and that's the greatest accolade I can give them. Imagine me putting a gold metal around their neck but I’m the one who's moved to tears about it.
Honorable mentions for the filthiest-yet-very-romantic works in their catalog:
🌶 Do That Again
🌶 Wildest Dreams
🌶 If I’m Lucky
2. One Piece Works by @citrinae
I’m linking the masterlist for this author ‘cause I really like all their Sanji-centric fics, and I’d love, love, love to see more. Sanji is so princely and devoted, just an absolute dream of a man, and he’s putting a lot of effort into making the reader feel loved. He gets stellar results in my opinion.
3. One Piece Works by @thus-spoke-lo (GoldExperience86 on Ao3)
There are three fics in particular by this author that I couldn’t pick a favorite from if you held me at gunpoint: 
🌶 Let Me Help 
🌶 Worth the Wait
🌶 Dear Diary 
Have you ever read a sex scene so good you bypass getting horny and go straight into mourning, knowing you won’t be able to read it for the first time again? That has not stopped me from reading all these roughly a million times. Click on those links. Look at me in the eyes, listen very carefully: click on those links. I say this because I love you and want you to be happy. 
You will find other fics by them in the rec list because 1) I couldn’t resist and 2) I’m pretty sure they have more things posted on Tumblr than Ao3, at least as separate one-shots.
4. 🌶One Piece Fics by @untolduttering
Author, I know deep in my soul that you love Sanji as much as I do. Fortunately I’m okay with sharing. If anything I'm glad I'm not alone in the trenches.
Check out all her fics and snippets, her writing is incredible and I’ve loved every single thing about Sanji she’s ever posted. Each time I open Tumblr and I see a new post by her, my day gets a little brighter. She writes one of my favorite versions of Sanji ever, insatiable and devoted and so, so hot. He couldn’t be more my type if he tried. 
I want to single out her vampire!Sanji one-shot because I haven’t seen this trope used by anyone else and I liked it a lot! It fits so well, what with the theme of hunger and Sanji’s inability to ask for what he needs:
Hunger 
The meta post that inspired the fic
5. One Piece Works by @fanaticsnail
Fanaticsnail, you’re the only one who has ever made me willingly click on a smut fic that involved Doflamingo just because Sanji was there, too, and I love your Sanji so damn much (p.s.: everyone go read it, 🌶 Seat Number Four).
One of their fics also appears in the Sex Pollen section, and since that one is particularly filthy let me add here two fluffy, romantic fics where Sanji is all cute and flustered by the reader:
Kiss The Cook
Your Flirty Chef
Yearning & Pining
The title of the section is pretty self-explanatory: fics where and the reader are not together, but God knows they want to.
6. 🌶 Wanting by @froggiewrites
This fic…holy shit. I’m genuinely writing this with tears in my eyes. The yearning & pining & longing mixed with the sexual tension so thick you can cut it with a knife makes for a truly incredible read. Only for real Sanji lovers, if you’re not nodding along at each desperate thought the reader insert has about this man then I’m sorry but you’re only a casual Sanji liker.
7. 🌶 My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand by ladyhabanera
[screaming crying throwing up] no yeah I’m very normal about this fic, I like it a totally normal amount. In the Ao3 comments I say that “Sanji is so so dreamy—a heady mix of submissive and deeply romantic”, and then if you scroll a little you find my other comment which is just me yelling in all caps at my second reread. I not only stand by both, but I’m doubling down. 
8. Puzzled by @mynewblackdress
What a lovely series, and what a lovely trope…misunderstandings due to bad communication are as irritating and useless in real life as they are incredibly fun to read about. The reader is convinced that Sanji’s earnest compliments are his fucked up way of making fun of her, and it takes a while before they figure out that he means every word. Give it a read if you want a break from the sea of smut that I’ve added to this list, and you're the mood for opla!Sanji in particular. 
9. Sweet Confession by @softonshanks
I have one specific weakness that I’m glad to often see in fics: Sanji getting a hug while he’s busy cooking, and he’s all cute and flustered about it because he didn’t expect the affection.  And this fic has that + Sanji’s a pining mess for the reader, who he’s FWBs with despite the fact that he’s totally in love with her + she’s taller than him and he loves it. I’ve hit the jackpot. I’d love to see more Sanji fics from this author, so much so that I’m gonna ask her pretty please in Italian: Sara, ti prego, facci sognare.
10. 🌶 Your Name by @strawhatsoraya
Now, the one pining in this fic is me. Sanji and the reader are actually complete strangers, but if what appeals to you in mutual pining fics is the gut-wrenching depth of the feelings described, then I think you should check out this little one-shot. My notes on Ao3 are “Tfw when a pwp hits your id so well it bypasses making you horny and goes straight to suicidal”—do with that what you will. Also, check out the rest of this author’s fics and make a whole evening out of it.
Ft. Zoro
Get that stinky Mosshead out of my sight…no, wait, let him stay. I guess we can take turns on Sanji or something.
11. 🌶 Picture You by @froggiewrites
I don’t usually read Sanji fics where Zoro is heavily involved, but I’m glad that that didn’t stop me from clicking on this one (also, to be fair, they take turns on the reader. Well, the reader takes turns on them.) My note on the Ao3 bookmark is “God-tier sad horny Sanji characterisation”...couldn't have said it better, me from the past. 
12. 🌶 Shaken Up Hearts by @lyriumcoloredskies
Okay so I lied, maybe I do like it when Zoro is heavily involved, as long as it’s a collab to team up on Sanji. Sanji gets lovingly demolished in this one, but before he gets there he’s sad like a kicked puppy about not being allowed to kiss both you and Zoro. Who am I to say no to a heavy dose of Zosan in my het Sanji smut?
13. 🌶 Nuvole e Lenzuola by redtendou
This one’s niche because it’s written in Italian. I was stunned by the author’s ability to make a graphic sex scene actually work despite Italian’s atrocious sex-related lexicon–trust me, it’s a struggle. If you’re into Zoro and the reader ganging up on Sanji and you understand Italian, definitely give it a read.
Spa day for the soul
Fics where you take care of Sanji, or Sanji takes care of you, or where there are actual spa activities thrown into the mix. God knows this man needs some TLC once in a while.
14. 🌶 My Pampered Prince by @sheerxfiction
It’s Sanji’s turn to spend some time flat on his back on the kitchen table–it’s what he deserves. If you’re craving a brilliant smutty fic where Sanji gets pampered then you've foudn it, the reader take really good care of him in this one–and I have to give bonus points for the heavy dose of Sanji’s self-worth issues and the readersinsert fighting back against his refusal to get taken care of. Get loved, idiot.
15. 🌶 Shower Time by @chibieggplant
Cute, hot, sexy–I’m talking both about the writing and Sanji in this fic. He takes a shower with the reader and spends the entire time in disbelief that he gets to tenderly wash her body, feeling quite embarrassed by how into it he is, despite the fact that this an established relationship fic. And that’s how I like my boys!
16. 🌶 Vinsmoke Sanji: Not all Men are Rats by livingonadaydream
I love, love, love fics where Sanji gets pampered…but it doesn’t hurt to read the complete opposite once in a while. A very sweet Sanji makes sure that the reader gets a very happy ending.
First Time
We'll never know the canonical sexual history for any One Piece characters because Oda is, unfortunately, a coward. However I'm not surprised that Sanji is considered by many the most virgin to have ever virgined in the history of virginity—so here's a list of fics where you pop his cherry. Be delicate, please...he's very sensitive.
17. 🌶 Say When by @venomatically
This one has to be the first I tell you about. If you go check the comments on Ao3 you’ll find me absolutely losing my mind after my first read, and there’s no quick comment I can add here to fully explain how much I love this author, her writing, and–Good Lord in Heaven–the way she writes Sanji. He’s a virginal pervert. He’s got that dog in him and it happens to be a cute little puppy. He’s so sweet and adoring he can’t bear to tell you how often he thinks about fucking you. I need someone to invent him in real life, it’s not even funny anymore. (Also, if you like to see Sanji actually get a little depraved, check out her other fic, too: 🌶 Letting Off Steam)
18. 🌶 Lust by @tetzoro
Ooh, this one’s hot. It starts so poetic and romantic, but as Sanji loses himself in the feeling the descriptions get more carnal. I love his POV here. Also it involves one of my favourite things ever: the readers starts on top but when it gets too good Sanji can't resist and he flips her over to do all the work himself. Who else cheered?
Sex Pollen
While writing this rec list I realized I have at least four sex pollen fics where Sanji eats something he shouldn’t and then…I wanna say “regrets it”, but the consequences are that he has hot sweaty sex with someone he’s really into. If he were to notice the trend I think he might start putting the wrong thing in his mouth on purpose.
19. 🌶 It’s a what flower?! by @sanjifucker42069
From the blog name alone I knew I’d found a kindred spirit. They have written for both the animanga and OPLA, and to be honest it’s hard for me to pick a favorite work. That’s a lie, this one’s my favorite. The author has a great sense of humor, and this fic in particular is both very funny and incredibly hot. I love how desperate and pathetic Sanji gets, and how hard the reader insert is trying to keep things PG before it becomes obvious they just have to fuck! Good problems to have if you ask me.
20. 🌶 a fever you can't sweat out by @cryocandy
I remember reading this one day right before work. My shift was about to start, and I was sitting by myself in the car reading the smoking hot sex scene for no good reason at all, ensuring that I wouldn't be able to focus on anything productive for the rest of the day. Sanji in this fic is so dreamy and cute and pathetic, all qualities enhanced greatly by the amazing writing. If you don’t think you like fuck-or-die fics, do yourself a favour and read this one anyway. 
21. 🌶 Needy Boy by @maddddstuff
My note on Ao3 for this one was “Single-handedly made me into spanking btw, if you even care”, and I stand by it. He’s the one that gets spanked by the way, in case someone was in doubt.
22. 🌶 Someone Help Me by @fanaticsnail
Sanji’s a mess in this one. A total and complete mess, and I loved every word of it–also, since in the first part Sanji is struggling against the effects of the sex pollen all on his lonesome, this fic might also appeal to my fellow Sanji whump fans.
Dom!Sanji & Co.
Just because I have a preference for Sanji being a sub it doesn’t mean I will scoff at fics where he’s more dominant in bed. Here are the ones I stumbled upon that I’ve really liked! (Also I’m using the term “dominant” very loosely here, in some of these fics he’s simply more assertive in bed.)
23. Too Much (Take Me Home) by @secretwritingspot
This is THEE dom!Sanji series for me. There’s no sex in it, it’s more of an exploration of the sub/Dom dynamic and why someone would crave submitting to another person. Sanji finds himself in the dominant role with little warning, but he’s damn great at it in his usual adoring and tender way. I’m linking the first fic of the series, but the author has written more for this scenario!
24. 🌶 Leg Day by 1LucaCola1
The title says it all; fantastic premise for a smoking hot pwp fic. If I had the opportunity to train and make good use of Sanji’s expertise, I’d also push myself too far until my legs were shaking, and then let him do other things to me to make the shaking even worse.
25. 🌶 very professional nights by @missfrustration
Ugh, I love this one! Sanji is your superior at the Baratie, and he’s so very stern with you until he isn’t at all. Love the bait and switch of a Sanji whose professionalism makes him act a little cold when clients’ satisfaction is on the line but simply melts when he’s alone with the reader. And everything he ends up doing to the reader in this fic, I’d hardly call a punishment.
26. 🌶 Doodled Hearts by Twisted_Inkwell
Soft dom Sanji fucks you hard but he’s sweet talking to you in French the whole time. I don’t know what else to add to convince you to read this one, that should be plenty.
In the kitchen
To fuck the cook, you’ll have to look for him in his natural habitat. Then you can proceed to ruin the kitchen table for everyone else.
27. 🌶 Midnight Snack by BombasticBastard
This fic is a part of a Sanji/Reader/Zoro series, but I’m linking Part 2 where it’s just you and our lovely boy. As the title says, the reader is craving a midnight snack and goddamn, she gets the best one the Sunny’s pantry has to offer. This could also go in the Dom!Sanji category because he quite literally talks you through it, as the kids say nowadays, but he also showers the reader in compliments & he confesses his love, so overall he’s too much of a big ol’ softie to call him dominant in any way.
28. 🌶 All It Takes by mooseskulls
Reader catches Sanji being the pervert that he is, stolen underwear and badly-hidden moans included. This one has both a gender neutral version and a transmasc!reader one, I thought that was lovely–this way lots of different people can enjoy the “getting bent over the kitchen counter” scenario. 
29. 🌶 Compliments to the Chef by @tigreblue
The Author says this is their first fic–if that’s the case, they’ve got a bright future ahead of them. We all know Sanji doesn’t easily accept love and gratitude, but some good ol’ finger-sucking ought to convince him. Things degenerate beautifully from there.
Dark(er)
By darker I mean that I’m adding here fics where Sanji is something other than an absolute sweetheart. You’ll understand how actually dark any of these fics are from my comments and the authors’ tags, but they all have the general vibe of “Sanji is a sleazy pervert” in varying degrees of illegality.
30. 🌶 appetite by @groubee
Ooh…this one’s fucked up. Sanji is an unreliable narrator that makes non-con somnophilia sound kinda cute, actually (it really isn’t.) In his defense he’s written as some sort of incubus-slash-sex-demon. The author doesn’t go into detail but they don’t need to, it’s all about the sickly sweet mood (emphasis on sickly) of a tender lover who’s also a horrible, horrible person.
31. 🌶 Letting Off Steam by @venomatically
He’s a freak in this one, but he’s soooo nice about it and he’s soooo thankful that you’re letting him be a complete pervert who can get away with waking you up by stroking his cock over your face. 
32. 🌶 Smile for the Camera by @thus-spoke-lo 
This one broke my heart and turned me on at the same time, I give it a full five stars. It’s a short and sweet one-shot where Sanji breaks down all your walls and then does the same to your trust in men…enjoy!
33. 🌶 Compliments to the Chef by @thus-spoke-lo
I realize only now that this fic and Smile for the Camera are by the same author. That’s not gonna stop me from reccing this little series, too–in the notes on Tumblr you can see that this was written for a “sleazeball collab”, which should tell you something about Sanji’s characterization. While reading this I felt like that lady in the comic about sexual harassment on the workplace…like yeah maybe I would be okay with it if the guy was hot enough. And by workplace I mean a shitty restaurant, and by guy I mean Sanji in the role of the line cook who smokes too much and is very transparent about wanting to bang you on the counter where lunch service is prepared.
34. 🌶 Use me by moosetracksandscenechanges
This fic! My God! I’m adding it here not because there are hard kinks or morally dubious dynamics between the characters, but I still think it fits. It has its sad moments due to a generally darker atmosphere and a more aloof version of Sanji (not that aloof, still recognisably himself)...but also he willingly gets tied to a bed. Sub Sanji lovers stay winning. My hopeless romantic heart hopes that Sanji and the reader will actually get together, but there’s a lot to love about the fwb dynamic they’ve got going on right now. A bittersweet read in the best way.
35. Conjugate the Ways by @secretwritingspot
Oh, Sanji has a foul mouth in this one, but he’s speaking French so he’s forgiven…also the reader has no idea what the hell he’s saying to her. It’s creepy in a cute way! The fic doesn’t include actual smut, it’s just Sanji fantasizing out loud about the things he wants to do with you, but if you’re in the mood for some good ol’ sexual tension, give it a read.
36. 🌶 Ma chérie by marriedtosanji
He lied to you! About being French, of all things! I would never forgive him. He’s really good in bed though, so he makes up for it. The smut here is so delightful it does a 180% and goes back to breaking my heart over the fact that I’ll never meet a cute stranger in a bar who wants to seduce and is also Mr. Sanji Onepiece himself. 
Voyeurism
I swear this isn’t even in my top 10 kinks, I guess that Sanji’s character simply inspires a lot of authors to put him in situations where he’s staring. Watching. Ogling. Observ–you’ve got the gist of it. 
37. “It’s entirely too obvious [...]” by @ofallthingsnasty
[giggling and kicking my feet] the reader makes Sanji sweat cold in this one…I love when he’s nervous, I love when he’s desperate for forgiveness! He doesn’t do anything bad, but the fic is all about him watching the reader eat and obviously liking it a bit too much. The mood is suggestive but overall it stays pretty innocent until the end.
38. 🌶 Voyeurs by snackshack
Thank you Zoro and Nami for your help in making this happen, we couldn’t have done it without you. Sanji and the reader are in a freak4freak relationship, a match made in Heaven. Very good smut and a delicious premise!
39. 🌶 Perversion by glossyjoonie
@Sanji: babygirl you suck ♥ Short and sweet fic part of a larger collection (there are other Sanji-focused chapters, check out those ones, too!) where Sanji gets caught spying on all his favourite ladies: Nami, Robin, and you. Robin sticks around for a while in this one, but in the end the reader is the one who shows Sanji what happens to boys who misbehave.
40. 🌶 Just Between Us by @mytanuki-kun
This man is always spying on you in the shower, in bed, from behind a bush or whatever…it’s about time he gets a taste of his own medicine. I adore this fic, I remember reading the first chapter and hoping the author would update as soon as possible because I was hooked. Sanji catches you ogling him in secret and he plays into it cause he’s a horny bastard and the love of my life. The writing is incredible and Sanji’s characterization is so, so dreamy and sexy and adorable.
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That’s all, folks. You have enough material to survive a nuclear war, you can spend many happy decades closed in your bunker eating canned food and reading reader insert One Piece fanfiction. 
My final, desperate request is this one: does anyone have the link to a Sanji fic where he’s 40 years old and he hired a babysitter (you) for his kid, but then one night the kid is somewhere else and you two end up hooking up? Please? Pretty please? I think it was part of a collection or series but I can’t find it anywhere!
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untolduttering · 23 days ago
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Summary: You learn that Sanji’s vampire venom has a very intense effect on you, though you try to keep it secret. But once he moves to feed on your thigh, there’s really no hiding it.
Tags: vampire!Sanji x female!reader, established relationship, nsfw, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), piv, blood, blood consumption, biting, accidental edging, very soft and sweet and fluffy sex
Word count: 3.1k
Happy Halloween!! 🎃👻💀 I thought the least I could do was create something for the day of, if I couldn’t write anything else for the rest of the month. It is loosely connect to Hunger, but it’s not necessary to read it too.
(@citrinae, @yourboyhack, @mere-mortifer <3 <3 <3)
Sanji’s willingness to feed on you was still a fragile thing. In its little fledging beginnings, he’d had the self-restraint to do it only when strictly necessary. To feed on you was, to him, to hurt you. Puncture wounds and tender, bruised skin and a fluid most critical stolen.
No, it was not something he could fully enjoy.
But that first taste from your wrist set an unfamiliar ache in his teeth, and the soft skin of your neck giving way under his fangs became an all too familiar fantasy. Your scent had always been the one to drive him most wild, something that would buzz pleasantly in the back of his mind, but he had the discipline to never indulge. Now that you’d bestowed that sweet nectar to him, your scent would make him salivate. If he were not satiated, and the smell of you filled his nose, his tongue would sit heavy in his mouth, and his fangs would feel too big, his lips all too aware of how they pressed against them. It made him irritable. His craving would leave him fumbling in the kitchen, forgetful of what he was supposed to do next or of the simmering pot he’d left on the stove. He’d become even snappier at the swordsmen whenever he was nearby, at his captain if he asked for food at the wrong time. He could not function like this.
And so, it was with his face buried in your neck, nose pressed against your skin and inhaling deeply, his hands gripping your hips, that he caved and meekly begged to drink your blood. As soon as he asked, he reassured that you could decline and that he would be okay without it, babbling away the guilt, but you quickly cut him off with your assent.
You’d combed your fingers gently through his soft tresses of hair. “Take as much as you want, my love.”
He had not just dove in, however. He ghosted his fingertips over your neck, gently caressing the area he planned to bite into. He moved to massaging, as though the damage had already been done, like he could already see the marks left from his violent need and the sickening swirl of purple and blue and green of your bruised skin.
When he’d finally sunk his teeth in—after a few guilty and chaste kisses in apology for what he was about to do—you’d learned something wholly new and different about Sanji’s mouth.
That initial feeding had been from a gash in your arm. The blood had already flowed freely, and nothing from Sanji had needed to find its way inside you. It had not been the most pleasant sensation, as it had stung from his sucking and his lapping tongue, but you’d been too distracted by his state at the time to really notice or care.
But then and there, you became certain that it had to do with the nature of predator and prey, that something in his saliva or about his teeth made the sensation of his bite go straight to your pussy. If such an action was made irresistible to the prey, then the lamb would happily trot its way to its slaughter, excited to bare its throat to the blade.
You’d let out a soft moan—a sound that was not lost on Sanji, one he wasn’t sure how to decipher—but made sure not to make any more noise. You didn’t want to make this into something it wasn’t. His form of sustenance was a constant source of anguish for him, and you wanted him to know that you took that seriously. However he needed you to be when he did this, you would be, and you didn’t think he’d want lust mixed in.
It was a difficult balance for you to maintain. Sanji did not like to leave marks on you, so whenever he sucked on your skin, he was delicate, loath to leave a bruise. This was much, much more than that. You’d hoped he was sent into a haze similar to yours—and based on the sounds that spilled from his mouth, it seemed he was—so that he didn’t pick up on the shivers shooting down your spine, the way you squeezed your thighs together, and how shaky your breathing was. Once he’d had his fill and pulled away, you tried to keep your features straight. He could not think it had hurt, nor could he think it was pleasurable. You wanted him to think it was a simply neutral action, nothing here nor there, purely a physical need fulfilled. Whether for a bowl of soup or a mouthful of blood, hunger should not be made into a shameful thing.
You’d caressed his face as he thanked you profusely, and when it turned to apologies, you cut him off with a sweet kiss. Thankfully, he hadn’t caught on. And that night, you had been especially eager to get him alone.
Now, though, now you were sitting on the edge of your shared bed, and he sat between your legs, massaging your inner thigh in his usual pre-apology, and you were afraid of how this was going to go. Your stomach was a knot of guilty arousal, desperate to know what it would feel like to have him feed from a most intimate spot, terrified that you might be consumed by lust.
Sanji never wanted to feed from the same spot too soon, and you were in agreement with him. You’d never let him know, but after he’d fed, your neck had been sore. It was a background feeling, one that didn’t bother you too much until you moved the wrong way or touched the area. It was like any other bruise that appeared on your skin from living a pirate's life. But a second round on the same spot did sound awful. He’d moved to the other side of your neck the previous time to this one, and he wanted to be certain that the other bite was healed. That left him with less options, but your thighs were a tantalizing thought he had no strength to fight off.
The trail of kisses he leaves makes your head fuzzy. His favorite place was with his face between your legs—and you weren’t one to complain about that—but it had your body expecting something that wasn’t going to happen. Already, the heat was growing in your core, and you could feel your walls fluttering in anticipation.
“Are you ready, my love?” Sanji asks. His mouth and cheek are pressed into your thigh as he looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide with regret.
You cup his other cheek, thumb rubbing across his cheekbone. You let your hand wander, fingers brushing down his neck, and then bringing it back up to push back his hair. “Yes, my dear,” you answer, trying to sound level and sweet, trying not to betray how badly you want to grind down on his tongue.
He sinks his teeth in, and the moment he takes his first drink, an electric shock of pure pleasure rips through you, from your pussy to your toes, and you slam your teeth together painfully to keep yourself quiet.
Sanji’s mouth was a talented thing that worked wonders whenever he used it. Whether he murmured sweet nothings to you as you melted in his hands or crying out his name as his tongue worked you over. But this… this was divine. Whatever odd magic lay within those teeth set your body on fire. All you could do was lean back on your elbows, gripping the sheets while panting. Swallowing down every moan and whine was one of the most difficult things you’d ever done in your life. Sanji was gone in his own usual way, the taste of you having some similar magic over him, and so he continued not to notice your plight.
Your pussy throbs and tingles with each swallow, and it brings you closer and closer to the edge. Never before had you cum untouched—you didn’t think it possible—but it seemed that today might be that day. You feel the coil winding tighter and you knew that in the next few moments that you were going to be thrown over the edge. You take a deep breath that does nothing to steady you and then—
He pulls away. It takes what little remains in you not to keen out in agony. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and looks up to see how you’re faring. Immediately, he frowns, panic tightening in his chest. Your face is flushed, your jaw hanging slack, chest heaving.
“Are you alright? Did I hurt…” he trails off.
Sanji is no longer distracted and it isn’t just the scent of your blood he is attuned to. What hit his nose was that of your arousal and it was thick in the air. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed it sooner. He looks down and finds a growing wet patch on your panties. Before you can protest that you are fine, he curls his fingers under the fabric and pulls your underwear aside. His fingers are immediately covered in your slick, and the pool of wetness follows your underwear off of you in thick strings.
You can’t look at him and opt to stare at the ceiling instead. One hand covers your face in horror, afraid of his reaction. He would never yell at nor admonish you, but any hint of disappointment, or worse, betrayal, on his face would make you crumble. He trusted you, needed you, and you had made this into something it wasn’t.
“Oh. You were really enjoying that, weren’t you?” Sanji asks.
You let out a meek, “Yeah.”
Sanji grips your chin softly and turns your head to face him. You’re surprised to see the grin on his face. “Did it feel that good last time too?”
“Uh-huh.”
Sanji's face lights up, a pure contrast to his usual moping. He is ecstatic to learn that feeding on you made you this needy, that it made you feel this good. He was terrified that it had been unpleasant for you and that you were simply putting your pain aside for him. He could feel how tense you got each time, but knowing it was to keep yourself still and quiet to not betray how intensely it affected you brings him relief. He couldn’t stand the idea of taking without giving.
“Seems like I should take care of my pretty girl then, huh?”
“Please,” you blurt. If he wasn’t upset, then you were not going to waste any time. You want to apologize, but it’s impossible to think with anything but your pussy at this moment. “Please, I was so close, so close.” You buck your hips, trying to get his fingers on you. “I need you, Sanji.”
He tugs your panties off swiftly, saying, “There’s no need to beg, my darling.” Two fingers drag up and down your folds, collecting all your slick and just to feel all of your pussy before he slips them in, going down to the lowest knuckle with ease. “I will always do as you ask. I will always take care of you.”
He pumps his fingers, curling them to hit that spot that brings those pretty sounds spilling out from your pretty mouth. He watches, completely enamored at how his fingers disappear inside, at how you suck them in and clench down.
You whine, already so sensitive, and shiver as his fingers work at you. When he latches his lips around your clit you cry out and arch off the bed. Your hand searches for his, entwining your fingers and gripping hard to keep yourself grounded when he starts sucking and licking. Later, you would be embarrassed about how loud you were being, but you couldn’t help it after forcing yourself to be quiet for so long.
It doesn’t take you long to orgasm, and it comes upon you by surprise with how suddenly it slams through your body. Your fevered moans don’t stop as you writhe and shake, and your thighs squeeze Sanji’s head. He doesn’t stop until you spread your thighs back open and tug him off. He removes his fingers but keeps his mouth hovering over you.
“Is that what you needed, baby?” he asks. He lightly kisses your clit, clearly wanting to continue. Usually, he spent more time devouring you, but you’d already been so close from his teeth in your thigh that it left him with less time to enjoy your taste.
“Yeah, but…” The heat is building in your core again. It must have been his vampire saliva still working its way through you, making you want more.
You bring the hand you’re still holding to your stomach and press it flat. “I want you inside. I wanna feel full.”
Sanji’s pupils eat the blue of his eyes, leaving only a thin ring of color. The throbbing of his cock becomes fully apparent to him now, especially at the mention of your walls wrapping around it. “As you wish, my little dove.”
As he works his belt off and his zipper open, he takes the chance to taste more of you. Broad strokes of his tongue before shoving it inside, needing to get as much as possible. You were a full course meal for him: your mouth and skin the appetizers, your blood the main course, and your pussy the dessert. It all already left his head swimming. But now he got to fuck you full? Never had there been a happier man on this Earth.
“Sanji…” you whine, trying to tug him up to you by his shirt. He was taking too long.
He’d fumbled his cock out of his pants, discarded the article of clothing off to the side, but the taste of your pussy has entranced him again. The sound of your voice and your tugging pull him back. “Right, yes.” He left one more lingering kiss before climbing on top of you.
You pull him into a kiss, opened mouth and sloppy, all tongue. His mouth tastes of your essence with a slight hint of your blood. After he slips your shirt off, you lock your legs around his waist and arms around his neck while he lifts you to settle into a better position. A pillow is shoved under your hips and your head gently laid down on another.
He wastes no time, dragging his cock through your folds to soak himself in your juices, and slowly sinks into you. He whines as he feels your tight heat squeeze him.
“My sweet, sweet girl,” he mumbles against your mouth. “So good for me.”
You moan as he bottoms out inside you. In the moment that Sanji pauses to let you adjust to his length, you reach down and clumsily work the buttons of his shirt open. You run your hand across his chest to feel the hair there, wanting to feel that and his skin pressed against you once he starts.
Sanji takes your hand from his neck, lacing your fingers together and pining it above your head. With his other, he cups your cheek. He starts to thrust slowly, but in his need he picks up his pace until he’s rutting into you, helpless to his own hips and cock. Helpless to your warmth and softness and the noises you make.
You chant his name as you nuzzle into his hand, incapable of doing anything else. Sanji’s frenzied pace has you writhing and your head spinning, his tip hitting your sweet spot over and over. He fills you so perfectly it makes your heart ache.
“So lovely, so perfect. You treat me so well.” Praises and coos come tumbling out of his mouth, interrupted by moans as he talks. He leans in, breath ghosting over your neck and licks a long stripe up your throat. He presses the front of his fangs into your skin, wanting but restraining.
“Please,” you tell him. “Please bite me.”
He obliges, and the feeling has you hurtling ever so close to your second orgasm. He can tell by the way you clench down the effect it has on you, and reaches down to rub circles into your clit.
Just a few more thrusts have you cumming all over his cock. You clench down so hard it has Sanji almost seeing stars.
“I love you, I love you,” you babble again and again as you ride out your high.
Your blood in his mouth and your proclamation ringing in his ears and the way your pussy claims him does him in completely. Ropes of cum, one after another, fill you and he fucks it all inside you as deep as he can.
Sanji collapses into you, his own I love you’s spilling out, and you hold each other tight as you both calm down. Once Sanji has his senses back, you feel his fingertips graze your neck.
“And it was almost fully healed, too,” he pouts. “I’m sorry, my beloved, I got carried away.”
“I asked you to, Sanji. I wanted it.” You kiss his nose, his mouth, his jaw. “It felt good. You make me feel good.”
He hums, but continues his pouting anyway. “And your thigh.” His hand reaches down to rub soothing circles into the other fresh bite wound. “How brutish, how greedy, to feed on you twice in one sitting.”
“Oh, stop it,” you chide. “I like being marked up by you.”
Both sides of your neck had been fed from now, one side fresh and the other only a bruise left. You wondered at how soon you could get him to feed from your other thigh now.
“I suppose,” he mutters. He moves to pull out of you, wanting to clean and pamper you, but you stop him by throwing a leg over his waist.
“I wanna stay like this,” you tell him.
A soft smile creeps at the edges of his mouth, and Sanji wonders what a monster like him could have ever done to deserve you. You give yourself to him so freely, so willingly, that it makes his dead heart twist. And he’s just too selfish to do anything but greedily take it all. It’s something he is sure he will have to atone for, to take an angel like you all for himself.
He runs his knuckles along your spine, a soothing motion as your eyes drift close and you curl up as close as physically possible to him.
Yes, Sanji would gladly suffer whatever punishment Hell had in store for him if it meant he got to keep you exactly like this.
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decaloguezine · 2 years ago
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📖 OUT NOW UNTIL MAY 19 📖
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THE DECALOGUE is a fanzine about Belizabeth Brassica and Citrina Rocks from Dimension 20's A Crown of Candy. 🍋🥦
You can buy the zine here at chromathesia.itch.io/the-decalogue ! Plaintext is available for screenreaders.
The Decalogue has TWO versions available for download. The base Saint version includes a 35+ page zine with original art and writing that interprets the canonical Book of Leaves from A Crown of Candy.
The Pontifex version is a version of the Book of Leaves as owned by Belizabeth Brassica, including letters of correspondence between her and Citrina Rocks. It is available for donations of $10 USD or more, with proceeds going to the International Rescue committee!
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mushroomgay · 1 year ago
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Abernethy Forest, Scotland, August 2023
Ochre brittlegill (Russula citrina)
This lovely edible is a good fungi for beginners to seek.
It is a member of the brittlegill Russula family, a family which split from other fungi very early on. They have unusual round cells, rather than the elongated cells typical to most fungi, which makes the mushroom brittle. You can test if you have a brittlegill by running a finger along the gills, which will break easily.
Once you are a sure you have a brittlegill, most yellow Russulas are safe (I will write about an exception in a moment). You can however perform a taste test to check - chew a small amount of the cap and spit it out. Edible Russulas taste mild, while the poisonous ones have a hot, peppery taste that will burn on your tongue.
Remember: this test is only applicable to Russulas, not to every mushroom! You need to be sure you have a Russula before carrying it out.
One potential confusion to be aware of is the Geranium Brittlegill (Russula fellea), which looks similar but smells strongly of geraniums. Some people label this mushroom as simply inedible rather than toxic, but opinions differ, and either way you want to avoid it. A small taste test as described above is the best way to do this.
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kipperlillycopperkettle · 1 year ago
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I AM NOT A FOOL ENTIRE.
[dimension 20. a crown of candy. citrina, weddings, faith & the church. 4.8k.]
“you were raised at the foot of your mother, a devout bulbian, and under the tutelage of chaplain anise regliss, a stern woman who wore her black licorice hair tightly wrapped in a wheel-shaped bun, you grew into this — a woman barely blossomed into adulthood, standing at the head of the chapel aisle, the light of the bulb filtering softly in through the sugar-glass windows.” or; five weddings citrina officiated, and the one she never got to have.
finally i get to post my zine piece for @acocfictionzine! i had such a great time writing this piece, and everyone's pieces turned out incredible; you should absolutely go download it and see the incredible art that accompanies my piece as well as everyone else's works. the zine is incredible and i'm so honored and proud to be part of it.
read ‘i am not a fool entire.’ here on ao3!
download a catalogue of candy here!
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salixsociety · 1 month ago
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Citrine vs. its Simulations
On telling them apart, and which constitutes which.
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By request I'll actually use my credentials for once, and write a blog on natural citrine and everything that is used to mimic it. Those credentials being that I was privately mentored and educated by an 85 year old Oxford graduate member of the Gemology Fellowship, who needed to teach me as much as she could so I could do her work for her. I learned everything I know from her and my own studying, and I ran her jewelry/crystal store for several years while she focused on her health. All of that to say, I know my rocks!
What is Citrine?
Citrine (named for 'citrina', as in yellow as a citrus fruit), is a variety of quartz (SiO2) that ranges from brownish yellow, to pure yellow, to greenish yellow, and even orangish in rare instances. Citrine is colored by trace elements and color centers integrated in the crystal lattice, which means stones that are stained, coated, or included and therefore appear yellow are not citrine. Citrine has all the same characteristics as other quartzes, meaning the crystal structure is trigonal, the hardness is 7, and the lustre is vitreous/glassy. The reason for natural citrine's color is uncertain, but the way it behaves is fairly well recorded. If heated above 200-500°C the color pales considerably, and it pales slowly in UV light as well. The stone turns yellow again when irradiated, however (Lehmann, 1970). This would indicate the presence of what are called 'color centers'. According to Lehmann, 1972; Maschmeyer et al., 1980, t least some citrine is colored by aluminum-based and irradiation-induced color centers related to those found in smoky quartz, and by extension that would mean that there is or can be a transitional stone between citrine and smoky quartz. 'Smoky citrines' exist, as well as smoky phantoms in citrines. In the geological environment citrine is often associated with smoky quartz or found intergrowing with it. Natural citrine is rare, and rather expensive.
'Fake' Citrines
'Fake' is a strong word, because it indicates that whatever stone at hand is decisively not citrine, or anything resembling it, which is not always true. Gemologists and mineralogists prefer not to use the word 'fake' unless we're talking about proper plastic fakes, and even in that case the more proper word 'artificial' or 'simulated' may be used. Otherwise it is preferred to simply call the material what it is (e.g. treated amethyst).
First though we must establish what constitutes a natural citrine. Henceforth we will only refer to citrines that are sold or processed in the same state they were taken out of the mine in, as natural or authentic citrine. That means no heating, no treating, no irradiating, no coating. Furthermore, anything that is quartz with a yellow color that is not caused by color centers integrated into the lattice will not be referred to as citrine. That means such things as iron-stained quartz do not qualify as citrine either.
SMOKY QUARTZ Smoky quartz can be made to resemble natural citrine by carefully heating it to bring out the yellow undertones that are often already there. This simulation of citrine is the closest to natural citrine you can get. It shows many of the same traits, such as dichroism, which is when a crystal shows two different colors in polarized light. Here follows an example:
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Smoky quartz on the left, heated amethyst in the center, citrine on the right. Notice the two slightly differing colors in both citrine and smoky quartz. These two minerals (heated smoky quartz and natural citrine) are hard to tell apart as they associate very closely with one another. Usually the only way to tell them apart is either by price, as in some instances natural citrine may be more expensive than heated smoky quartz, or simply by asking the seller.
HEATED AMETHYST Heated amethyst is the more common mineral sold as citrine. Amethyst gets it color from trace iron (namely goethite and hematite), and it turns an orangish yellow upon heating. Heated amethyst is fairly easy to tell from natural citrine. On the more scientific side, it shows no dichroism, because the color is from different elements. See the above image for an example. The below image is an example of the way heated amethyst (left) citrine (center) and amethyst (right) react to being heated.
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But heated amethyst can be told from natural citrine by eye, as well. There are a number of indicators that are quite easy.
1. COLOR Heat treated amethyst is generally a much warmer and brighter yellow than natural citrine, which tends toward the brown and muted on average. But this is not an immediate dead giveaway. What is, is the way the coloring presents. Heat treated amethyst will generally have a yellow tip but a white root, like the amethyst originally had in purple when it was still part of a greater cluster. Some examples:
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Notice the whiteness present alongside the yellow, whereas natural citrine does not feature this, with only few exceptions.
2. EXTERNAL APPEARANCE Another excellent giveaway is the crystal itself. Assuming it was not shaped in any way, natural citrine often shows a macromosaic structure, and the crystals may be very big independent of other crystals on the same matrix. An example of macromosaic structures on quartz crystals:
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Amethyst points that were heated are generally of much lower quality and came from clusters which would not show macromosaic structures. They tend to be smaller, and have so-called 'keys' in their bottoms, where they were once intergrown with other crystals.
More importantly and much simpler: citrine clusters are almost never found, let alone sold, and they look distinctly different from heated amethyst clusters. They are so rare, in fact, it's impossible to even find a picture I am certain isn't stolen, or of heated smoky quartz. Allow me instead to point out all the obvious markers on a heated amethyst cluster.
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Notice the uneven coloring, dark tips, white roots. notice also how small the crystals are, how dense, and notice how dark. This, and anything that looks like it came off of something like this, is heated amethyst.
3. CONTEXT The ultimate way to tell is to use discernment. Is it on a cluster? Would this be in a museum if it had been natural? Is it expensive enough to be real citrine? Does it look like amethyst? If even one of these is true, it's almost certainly heated amethyst. The odds of you being able to purchase a piece of natural citrine on a casual Tuesday are extremely unlikely. Do not be mistaken in thinking it's a scammer's move to sell heated or treated products, because even a jeweller may sell heated amethyst gems rather than natural citrine. The question is merely if you feel like you're willing to support a shop that isn't honest about the origins of its citrine. And if I may, it's not worth buying from a store that pretends their heated or treated products are natural, and there's more of those than we'd like to think.
LAB GROWN CITRINES
These are a doozy. Lab grown quartzes are becoming increasingly common, and that includes amethysts that are later processed into simulated citrines. Lab grown quartzes have a very distinct look about them, if you know what to look out for.
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Lab grown quartzes are usually on a round base (but not always) with unusually long crystals often growing in a more or less radial pattern. If you see these, and your goal is to buy natural stones, run. There is an argument to be made for lab grown minerals, but at this point it is not common for people to be honest about lab origins of the minerals they sell. Some other examples of lab grown quartzes:
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The citrines simulated this way were usually either grown bright yellow, or grown amethyst and then processed into simulated citrine.
So how do I recognize a natural citrine?
You learn with time. And know also that there are exceptions to almost every rule, and ultimately the best way to identify minerals is with actual mineralogical equipment. But here are some good ways to practice:
COLOR The color should not be a bright copper orange, it should be anywhere between smoky yellow to pale yellow, sometimes a greenish yellow. The color should be even from the bottom to the top of the crystal, especially if it was separated from smoky quartz.
APPEARANCE Citrine is generally sold in single points or gems. Rarely in clusters, but those are pricy and generally very smoky. The single points are generally smoothened out to display the color well, and if they weren't they should display macromosaic structures and minimal keys, as they shouldn't have come from a very dense cluster. Citrine crystals are generally quite long, much like smoky quartz, and unlike amethyst, which usually sports short and very uniform crystals.
CONTEXT The stone should be fairly expensive, marked explicitly as being natural or genuine citrine, and the seller should be able to tell you about the stone. Where did it come from, how was it treated, how was it processed, et cetera. Natural citrines are not generally sold in the same store where you'd buy your tumbles and your chips. Natural citrines are most often sold at proper mineral stores or jewelers.
LOCALITY The most well-known locality of origin for citrine is Salamanca, Spain, but other citrines have been found in Norway, Southern Africa (Madagascar, Mozambique, Namibia, DR Congo), the United States, Argentina and Brazil.
I hope this was helpful and of course feel free to reach out to me with any questions! Ultimately, there's nothing wrong with owning or buying simulated citrine. It's whatever you like best and serves your purpose that you should buy. Sometimes the "real" thing is hardly worth the money. Citrine is beautiful, but pricy, and not worth it for some people!
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The Taglist/Character List!
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Elsewhere
Bio: She/her, most characters so far lol, @the-moth-from-elsewhere
Mod blog: @the-mod-from-elsewhere
Tag: #The Moth Speaks
Characters:
Dusk (#The Quiet Light) (@the-quiet-light)
Easton, Northa, Lonn, and Lattia (#People With Direction) (@people-with-direction)
Lemonade (#Lemon Sugar) (@lemonade-sugar)
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Chip (#Chip the Avis) (@chip-the-birb)
Alpenglow (#Alpenflame) (@alpenglow-the-candle)
Yelena (#Seas and Sonnets) (@of-sea-and-light)
Arthur Pendragon (#The Conductor King) (@the-conductor-paladin)
Verie Pendragon (#The White Queen) (@lady-of-the-digital-lake)
Juliet and Mercutio (#The Assassin and the Bard) (@mercutio-the-broken and @assassin-anon)
Chance/Formerly Nightmare (#Hope Anon) (@she-had-many-names)
Guidance Anon/Lady Reverie (#The Paths of Guidance) (@the-path-of-guidance)
Lady Damsel (#Justice Get Your Gun) (@damsel-get-your-gun)
Ace (#Aces in Spades) (@ace-zeppelin)
Switchboard (#Analog Enigma) (@switches-on-boards)
Yume (#The Minstrel) (@a-broken-dream)
Ciana and Apollo (#Candles and Candy) (@lanterns-and-candy)
Katrina Bookend/Kitsune (#Kitsune’s Hope) (@katrina-the-magical-girl)
Kyubey (#The Incubator) (@kyubey-the-incubator)
Plague Doctor Anon/Charlie (#Plagues and Peril) (@plague-doctor-anon)
Elysia (Venus, PlanetQuest) (#The Seafoam) (@elysia-of-the-shore)
Artem (#artem the radio guy) (@artem-the-radio-guy)
Myau, Mynou, and Nya (#freudian catgirls) (@freudian-catgirls)
Calla Lily (#forget me where the lilies are) (@forget-me-where-the-lilies-sleep)
”Ocean Lady”/“Tiffany”/“Neptune” (#water girl one with the water) (@water-girl-one-with-the-water)
Lovebug (#Luvluvbug) (@sp4ce-inv4der)
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James
Bio: he/they, @possibly-astraeus
Tag: #James is speaking(might change this later sorry)
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Sigil (#sigils)
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feiar
bio: any; just your average adhd dumbass @feiar
characters:
(uncolored means they have a custom color I didn't want to put in and/or they have multiple characters )
nymn @nymn-taoc
jessy @the-rising-dawn
clara @taocc-clara
lance and raina @spinning-faces @jesters-shadows
kade @kades-arcade
pirates @pirate-of-the-void
conny @conny-in-the-box
flare @the-little-flame
latte and mocha @porcelain-chefs
aklatan @the-paper-librarian
alexander @tailor-with-drawers
Nathan @inky-scribes
Ramona @kingdom-mechanics
Levi @fishy-fisherman
abstraction anon @abstraction-an0n
ari (neptune) @ocean-of-neptune
Joy @avis-of-dawn
Quin @wind-up-clockwise
Oceansbay @oceans-at-dawn
Cardlan @casolitaire
Vanilla @icey-sweets-and-sours
Gideon @artifacts-and-magics
Donnie @tiny-portraits
Azul and Belle @two-bugs-in-a-pod
Railroads @the-rusty-digital-railroads
Fae anon @fae-anon
Siva and Kenta @two-headed-naga
Alois @a-2d-tragedy
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Joofie
Bio: HE LIVES!!!! back again
pronouns: he/she
characters:
Miette - @miettetaocc
Cap'n Noodles - @noodlestaocc
APP - @apptaocc
Mortis Mansion - @mortismansion
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Merrell Mortis, Tanya Toffeeoff, Vincent, Moriane, Dell, John Mannequin, June - @mortismansion
@joofie404 @modjoof
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Star
Pronouns: She/Her- Age: Adult- How am I not dead? I HAVE NO IDEA!!! - @star-on-a-beach / @the-writing-starchive
Icia: iciatheguardess ( @iciatheguardess ) Starro: springleggedstarro ( @springleggedstarro ) Dunite: goldendunite ( @goldendunite) Citrina: citrinagems ( @candleton-jewels) Callista: talofacalli ( @shells-of-callista) Astrion & Gaia: apothinn ( @galactic-blooms) Manna: mannatee ( @the-little-melkie) Chase: cuttothechase ( @chasing-bandages) Explorgi: explorgi ( @explorgi) Zii/Ziori: patientziiori ( @cyber-patient-z)
DIGITAL KINGDOM MEMBERS BELOWWW
Kingdom shit: digitalkingdom Hexe: thewitchbitch (DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD) Slyn: knockoffvoldemort ( @the-snake-and-the-statue) Odette: odetotragedy ( @ode-to-tragedy) Samuel/The Dragons: himbosammy/dragonquest ( @the-himbo-dragonmaster) The Twins (Vaga and Nova): theswantwins ( @vaga-and-nova) Mirobelle: mirrorbelle ( @mirror-maid) Achilles: achillescomedown ( @....)
...ANYWAYS we also have the IRL AU ( @viv-and-tonio) and the co-stars ( @shore-of-co-stars); co stars aren't significant enough to get their own tags, at least not for now. But among the co-stars currently are Cosmia, ???????, and ????!
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Mod Gryphon/Vian
Bio: Neutral/Male pronouns preferred - Always open for RP just send an ask, DM or @! - I am in my late-20s, if you'd rather not RP with me knowing that, let me know so I can avoid interacting with you!
Personal is @vianthegryphon - Modblog is @modgryphonrambles 
Tag: #mod gryphon
Characters:
Curious - (#the curious one) - @a-curious-anon
Grif - (#the plush gryphon) - @gryphonanon 
Swap Grif - (#the gryphon scientist) - @tests-and-talons
Trudy - (#the junk dragon) - @trudystreasuretrove - (UP FOR ADOPTION)
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Basil
She/They/He - Basil, Octavia, Shatter, Xeya, Void, Isaac - @sh4tt3rg1rl - (Usually, mod text will be formatted like this or put under a tag like #mod note or #mod post.)
She has OSDD and will go by different pronouns and names depending on who's fronting.
#Mod Basil
Sun - (#Goddess of the Sun) - @theoneandonlysun
Mix - (#Bugboy Mix) - @mixology-expert
Pen and Paper (#Pen FTW + #Paper FTW)
Pharaoh - (#The Pharaoh) - @pharaoh-friend
Taika - (#Tiger Taika) - @taika-the-troublemaker
Vamp - (#Camara the Vampire) - @bloodforvampanon
Umbra - (#Umbra and her Umbrella) - @taocc-bakery
Blaze - (#Planet Blaze) - @a-barren-blaze
Dialtone - (#The Endless Dialtone) - @voice-from-the-dialtone
Sisu - (#Sisu Sudoku) - @taocc-petstore
Vendetta - (#little vendetta) - @my-little-vendetta
Scarecrow - (#lifeless scarecrow) - @protector-of-the-fields
Amalgam - (#the amalgamate) - @amalgamateanimal
Sol - (#the seventeenth solstice) - @seventeen-summer-solstices
Wade - (#beachball boy) - @pool-toy-playpark
Elliot - (#he was warned) - @breaking-and-recreating
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Lily
she/her, lily obviously, and uhhhhh @fields-of-lilies-are-pretty is my mod blog, you can find all of my character blogs there, PLEASE for the LOVE OF GOD send me character asks there and not my main
#mod lily
sign (#steven's signs)
octavia (#octavia's origami)
simon (#simon's sweaters)
milo (#the angel baby)
sophronius (#the honse of reason)
acacius (#the shapeshifter)
billy (#the bap that bites back)
kat and/or lyubov (#tiny kats)
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Autumn
she/he/they/it - call me Autumn - mod blog: @mod-autumn
#Mod Autumn
Pyxel (@pyxelthesilly)
Neb (@the-liminal-alien)
Strange Anon/Stranger (@a-stranger-in-the-circus)
Pamela (@circus-diner)
Caspian (@the-amazing-digital-aquarium)
Radio (@radioactive-circus)
Lilith (@your-local-bloodsucker)
Llewellyn (@roulette-wings)
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Tailsbot
Pronouns: No preference
@tailsbot98761
Aroace
#Tailsbot
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Characters
@fox-anon-27 (#Fox anon)
@teleporting-anon (#Teleporting anon)
@thyme-to-sleep (#Thyme)
@wrench-anon (#Wrench anon)
@ferris-wheel-opperator-anon (#ferris wheel opperator anon
@dues-ex-manonchina (#Dues ex manonchina)
@chaos-enjoyer-anon (#Chaos Enjoyer Anon)
@maid-dress-anon (#Maid dress anon)
@mistletoe-anon (#Mistletoe anon)
@cupcake-anon-27 (#Cupcake anon)
@void-anon-27 (#Void anon)
@theif-anon (#Theif Anon)
@villain-anon (#Villain Anon)
@angst-an0n (#angst anon)
@electricity-anon (#Electricity anon)
@the-simp-anon (#Simp anon) (#Lucy)
@comaximum-justice (#Comax)
@mail-deliverer-anon (#Mail deliverer anon)
@thepicklestealer (#The pickle stealer)
@dropkick-anon (#Dropkick anon)
@magnervous-performer (#Magnetta)
@dancing-with-the-breeze (#Aella)
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CINDY!
She/Her, Cindy/Francesca/Molly, @modcindyisuppose.
#With love -- Cindy
@seeranon (#sarah anonimyss)
@chr-eve-wip-create-0 (#eve.mdl)
@piercingarrows (#arrows anne)
@conspiranon (#connor rasi)
@anonthropod (#tony the centipede)
@ask-nobody
@tracytraineeofficial (#tracy trainee)
@this-tireless-tireless-story (#the thespian) @gabriels-big-break (#gabriel heathers) @celestajournalismofficial (#the moonshine times)
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Jester!!!
Any pronouns - Jester/Fool/CourtJester @courtjesterrr - @theultimatemodjester
Mod tag: #The Fool
Lantern @lightthepathwithalantern - #Eternal Flame
Darkis @/lightthepathwithalantern - #Shadow Deer
Unknown @/lightthepathwithalantern - #Unknown Shadow
Ember @/lightthepathwithalantern - #The Lantern Guide
Eternal Eclipse @/lightthepathwithalantern - #Looming Eclipse
Lantern-@lightthewayfortheflame - #Eternal Flame
Entity-@/entityinthedark @lightthewayfortheflame - #Shadow Smiles
Sunshine @sunshiningdayyy - #Sunnyside (Up for grabs)
Rocket Launcher Anon @a-wap-bap-boom - #Rockets Galore (Up for grabs)
Mimic Anon @mimic-your-actions - #False Anon (Up for adoption)
LannBot @artificialflame - #Robo Lantern
Rodger @rodger-rodger-101 - #IS the spotlight
Baitle @hope-of-a-rose - #Buggish Beetle
Any au that I make in general, will have respective tags- #Jester's silly AUs
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SOUP!!!!!!
She/Her, if you want to know my main then just ask (i dont. have a mod blog), feel free to message me on any of my anon blogs/my main
Mod Tag: #mod soup
Simon (or Silo) -> @silhouette-anon -> #suffering shadow
Zombie -> @zombie-an0n -> #undead deputy
Clown -> @clown-an0n -> #colorful horrors
Felicia -> #underpaid worker
Caleb -> #the vessel
Clownette -> #colorful happies
Abayomi -> @medjay-anon -> #pharaoh's guard
Mercury -> @ethereal-messenger -> #anxious planet
Beezle and Wade -> @fireworks-and-beachballs -> #the entertaining parks
Shadow -> @the-m4gician -> #the magician
Dime -> @gumball-m4chine -> #the gumball machine
Mari -> @mari-onnette -> #the marionnette
Gangle and Kaufmo -> @goodnight-algae -> #paint and ribbons
Jacob -> @h0me-sweet-h0me -> #the house
Dell -> @installation-wiz -> #silly installation wizard
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Hope :3
He/them/whatever you want. I’m mostly male presenting, but I really don’t care.
Mod tag: #mod hope
Carbine -> @master-dealmaker: #tommy gun
Nikolai -> #best big brother
Colorbine -> @colorful-catastrophe: #painted bullets
Eden -> @lady-of-the-hive: #honeybee
Remnant -> @say-their-name: #shadow demon
Sami -> #innocent bystander
Calamity -> @agent-of-calamity: #lady of chaos
Kepler -> @rotary-phone-man: #retcon labs
Artemis -> #silly little guy
Cyrus -> @the-amazing-digital-gameshow: #eyes on a prize
The Terminal -> #beast behind the screen
I am not adding Zeebo because I am planning on deleting the account. Zeebo is no longer canon
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Other Mods
(they might not be members of this blog, but they're still part of TAOCC!)
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◇~Fluffy~◇
(Or nugget, both is fine!)
I go by he/him.
@idostuffforfun (my mod blog!) - #idostuffforfun
@brokenbutfound - P.A.S.T.E.L
@objectsinthevoid - the characters of askobjects, i don't own them, they are own by JACKNJELLIFY ITSELF :O
bfdi is really good, and bfdia!
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>>//Gold\\<<
Gold, I like going by Gold. Shiny is also acceptable. >> #modgold (I saw others use a tag.)
File >> @create-new-fil3 >> #newfileadded
You can contact me on @theonetheycallgold, it's not my main, as I wish not to show it.
I don't really care about pronouns, call me whatever fits your fancy. I use correct grammar when typing, and I am aware that my tone will not come off well. Just know I am never trying to be rude. I also might not be online much, not much of a constant Tumblr user.
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Tomb
hi, basil here, hes also not on this blog but i decided to do him a favor and compile some of his blogs on here >wo
Bob - @bob-the-cemetery-ghost
Drunkie - @drunk-an0n
Hammer - @theoneandonlyhammeranon
im tired its 1:33 am thats all i can rember please forgive me
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Toast
[Grif here, thought I might as well add Toast too. If you need me to change/add anything, Toast, just let me know!]
Mod Blog - @jesterhatman
Kumo - @kumo-taoc
Belle - @belle-taocc
Alex - @alex-taocc
Stitch - @stitch-taocc
Metal - @metallic-madness-taocc
Various Anons - @assortment-of-anons
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candleton-jewels · 9 months ago
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I don't really know heh
Ive heard dusks castle is really pretty.
And I've heard the arcade is quite flashy.
She kinda just starts rambling about places she's heard about or seen that we're interesting to her, she doesn't state an exact place she would want to go though.
*Citrina listens carefully. Secretly, 2 of her fingers have dipped under the counter and are now writing everything Flare says on a scrap piece of paper.*
Wow..... that's a lot- honestly, I don't believe I've ever even been out of Candleton. .... Well- actually scratch that, I have so I can visit my sisters, but I haven't been to the circusgrounds before..
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loveluxorlovejezabel · 1 year ago
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sept 8th, 2023 around 2 am.
to start things off working backwards, i am taking notation of all events and whereabouts of each cat and kitten in the house. hopefully a picture a day of each one will accompany notes, which will make accuracy of notes easier and will provide a true visual update. from here on out all daily recorded progress will be in its own post with a date attached, for my need of organizations sake.
the first time weighing each kitten was before beginning administration of deworming medication. deworming medication began approx. three days ago, on the 5th, later at night around 9-10pm. trying to keep the time of daily administration of medication roughly around the same time every evening.
on sep 7th, gave kittens 3rd day of Dewormer (fenbendazole)
Brand : safe-guard (fenbendazole) MERCK Animal Health
Dewormer for Goats Suspension 10% (100mg/mL)
contents amount : 125mL (4.2 fl oz)
Lot # : F4149A01 EXP : 05 - 2025
on the 19th of august i picked up a barely used, very huge and tall white and blue cat tree tower. the kittens loved it everday afterwards spending all sleeping and waking nappy time in it, changing their behaviour as before the tower was in the room all cats except usually goliath and marshmellow would be sleeping on me in the bed acting as a very soft weighted blanket. they moved into and upon the tower for sleep and wakings play daily, until recently the last 4-7 day they have slept on it less and less. currently, tonight, the youngest 4 kittens are all sleeping together on a pair of jeans on the floor. oranges not in tower, location unknown. snowy and marshmellow have been sleeping, and shitting, in the tub since the last weekend, the weekend of a great tragedy in the house. It hurts greatly and i am trying to figure out explaining or noting it in this attempt at daily journaling of the status of the house, this is for the kittens and cats. And for me to beable to keep detailed track and record of how they are doing and what is going on with them. it will be as clear as possible so when i reference their numbers or details it will be easy search and obtain of what information i am looking for.
between 8/22 and 9/1 bought scale and weighed all kittens. weights and corresponding amount of medication to be administered as follows:
Goliath - 3 lbs / 1.4 kg --- .7mL
socks - 2.6 lbss / 1.2 kg --- .6mL
monsoon - 3 lbs / 1.4 kg --- .7mL
raylee - 1.9 lbs / 902 g --- .5mL
citrina- 4.4lbs / 2 kg --- 1.0mL
rayray -5 lbs / 2.3 kg --- 1.1mL
marshmellow - 3.5 lbs / 1.6 kg --- .8mL
nimbus - 3.3 lbs / 1.5 kg --- .8mL
snowy - 3.8 lbs / 1.75 kg --- .9mL
september 7th,
administered dewormer around 9 - 10:30 pm @ 11pm weighed kittens and adult zatmin for the second time After administering 3rd day of dewormer.
Zattmin - 5.15 lbs
Goliath - 3.08 lbs
socks - 3 lbs
monsoon - 3.09 lbs
raylee - 2.04 lbs
citrina- 4.08 lbs
rayray - 5.09 lbs
marshmellow - 3.15 lbs
nimbus - 3.05 lbs
snowy - 3.14 lbs
have not yet recalibrated medication amounts based on any new/changed weights of individual kittens.
currently, tonight, the youngest 4 kittens are all sleeping together on a pair of jeans on the floor. oranges not in tower, location unknown. Rayray had a very liquid poop just now, sounded like water on the bottom of the tub. he came into bed room, sat on jeans and started to clean his bottom, now since writing he has walked off somewhere unknown but is not on the tower. looking at the tower now i see a white paw and a white ear and face peeking from the top tower square against the wall. most likely snowy, can see little long ear hairs, identity unconfirmable. mostly likely the girls snowy and/or marshmellow are sleeping in the bathroom, as they have been lately. Marshmellow sleeps curled up at the faucet and the knobs to turn the water on and off, as close to the window as she can be. she also sleeps on the fridge during the day frequently fitted perfectly into a purple zippable fabric lunchbox/bag thats open and has book and other misc inside at the bottom. most times when i walk into the bathroom these past several days, snowy always seems to be staring at herself or something high high near the ceiling In the mirror.
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softtransbf · 1 year ago
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First Second Meeting Redux
The alternate scenario for Barry and Lapin reuniting kept playing in my head, so I figured why not write it down.
I definitely skipped some turns of combat, compressing dnd bullet time into prose is never easy, and I chose pacing it the way I wanted to over technical accuracy lol
Again, not proofread, so forgive any errors
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Making myself look away from La- Chancellor Cadbury, I scanned the faces of the other Candians. The children were so young, but the pain and fury in their eyes made them look much older than they did at the tournament, not twenty-four hours prior.
I couldn't blame them- between the Pontifex orchestrating the assassination attempt and what she just pulled with the Book of Leaves, that'd age anyone a lifetime.
The younger of the princesses, no, the former princesses, noticed me watching them.
"You! You're a priest, you have to know this isn't right. Please, help us get out of here," she begged, and I felt something in my gut soften. "My father made a mistake, yes, but we don't deserve this- this- this perversion of justice for politics!"
Before I could respond, her sister charged the dais, and chaos erupted. I stood there, frozen, torn between the letter of my vows and the spirit of them. These actions weren't in line with the teachings of the Bulb I knew and loved.
But then a sweet stench filled the air, drawing my attention to Chancellor Cadbury and the spell he had just cast on the gummy bear knight. He's a warlock? Of the Sugar Plum Fairy? Pretending to be a miracle worker? Why? For how long?
My confusion was short-lived, as just seconds later, Sir Keradin Deeproot, with three sickening blows, dropped him to the ground, and time stopped.
I saw my first day at the seminary, meeting him, with his sharp wit and eyes full of mischief. I saw nights sitting closer than necessary and talking about the cosmos and the powers other than the Bulb. And I saw him get in a carriage and leave for Candia.
It is true that miracle workers are few and far between, but the Bulb saw the love I had for it and the people around me and saw fit to bless me with certain abilities. Not faith, not blind devotion. Love. Everything I could do was simply an outpouring of love.
So it was both surprising and completely natural when I called out Lapin's name and, without any conscious decision to do so, the strongest healing magic I had ever cast flew from my hand, bathing him in light and lifting him to his feet.
Sir Deeproot turned to me, his mace covered in chocolate. "He is a heretic! Worse than that- an apostate! Why are you using the Bulb's power to heal him?"
A calmness I'd never felt before washed over me, and I stood tall. "What has been done here today is not of the Bulb. It is nothing more than schemes and political machinations that defy everything the Bulb teaches us. The Pontifex is eloquent and powerful, but that does not make her infallible. It has made her proud and given her delusions of grandeur. I cannot stand by and watch the name of the Bulb I love so much get tainted like this. Especially not to Saint Citrina's family."
Sir Deeproot swung back his mace and stepped closer to me. Half a heartbeat later, I felt a familiar paw take my hand, and suddenly I was on the upper balcony with the rest of the Candians. I looked over at Lapin and noticed that the hand not still holding mine was slightly crackling with magic, and his eyes were locked on my face.
"You-" "I-" We both spoke at the same time.
"Please, you go first," he said, breaking eye contact.
"It can wait until we're out of here. Which, uh. What's the plan for, from up here?"
The words were barely out of my mouth when there was a massive crash and the stone in one of the windows crumbled.
Amethar looked at me from amidst the rubble, clearly sizing me up. "I dunno who you are, but you saved Lapin, and that's good enough for me for now. Let's GO, people!" In pairs, we leapt out of the cathedral and ran for our lives deeper into Comida.
Lapin's hand didn't leave mine for an instant until we were safely stowed away on the Colby and it set sail.
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citrina-posts · 4 years ago
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red strings of fate au but make it atla...
aang is born without a string, but that’s okay. the air nomads believe that your string will lead you where you need to go, and that you shouldn’t chase fate
sokka is born with a string pulled taut north, no matter which way he faces. he enjoys its simplicity and its reliability.
katara is born with a limp string that tugs down into the ground, if she’s not paying attention. she wonders constantly where it might lead.
zuko’s string is cut at birth. Fire Nation nobility marry for politics, not love, and they have no need for fate.
he secretly wonders, though, where his string might point. after the agni kai, it isn’t like it really matters.
when aang wakes up from the iceberg, it’s to bright, wide blue eyes and his hand pulled forward
katara gasps, because her string is pulling her, too, and suddenly she realizes that their strings are one.
and so they know from that moment forward that aang is more than just a rogue air nomad or the avatar; he’s katara’s fate
on their book 1 travels, sokka meets suki, and his string wavers for the first time. but it remains steadfastedly north like a compass pointer
it isn’t until they reach the north pole that it relaxes for the first time, pulling him right to the steps of the palace
yue was born without a string, but after being blessed by the spirits, hers is not red and visible only to her, but silver and visible to all who see her, and always pointing south
to her tribe, it indicates her eventual partnership with their sister tribe, a metaphorical love rather than a human one. she is still engaged.
but when yue meets sokka, and her string tugs him towards her, she knows it isn’t a metaphor at all
after the siege, though, sokka’s string doesn’t fade like it’s supposed to, instead leaning south to the earth kingdom. it seems that fate doesn’t take heartbreak as its stopping point.
mai and ty lee’s strings were both severed when they were children. but somehow they know which way they would have pointed, had they still existed. they don’t talk about it.
toph was born with her string tangled up in her own palm. her parents don’t know, and toph can’t see it, but as a child she plays with the string and knots its ends. she is her own fate.
azula is born without a string. perfect for royalty, the princess unburdened with dangerous and weak connections. but she always wonders what it might feel like, to have a person as your fate instead of a metal crown.
as he travels the earth kingdom, zuko can’t help but wonder if he will meet his fate in this new life as lee. is it song? jet? jin? he doesn’t know. another thing lost to the war. he wants to know, terribly so. it’s driving him mad.
sokka’s string orbits wildly, pointing south and then east and then north again. he isn’t used to this changeable nature, this energy and lack of control. he misses yue’s steadiness.
suki’s string has always pointed south, and even though she noticed how it followed sokka’s movements, it never matched his. no matter. she doesn’t need fate to tell her what to do.
it isn’t until they meet again before they get to ba sing se that their strings connect
but then suki leaves, and somehow sokka knows that she’s in trouble when his string stops orbiting around his finger. but what can he do? he has a war to end, and no way of knowing where she is.
and so ba sing se ends the way it does, and katara’s string falls slack for a terrifying moment. she will not let that happen. she bends water across aang’s back; her string pulls taut again; she allows herself to cry tears of relief.
the day of black sun invasion: and sokka knows now that his suspicions about suki in danger were correct. but what can he do? he has a war to end.
and so the western air temple comes and goes, the boiling rock comes and goes. sokka knows the minute he’s there that suki is too; his string is spinning in that alert liveliness he’s come to love
(mai and ty lee finally talk about the way their strings would point, had they not been cut. their fingers will have to link together instead.)
the war is won.
and zuko knows now that without his string, he is not tied down to another person, to a fate he can’t decide. he is free to make his own choices; and he chooses himself and his country.
and so fate pulls them inexorably forward, and together, and towards themselves.
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piper-greenmantle · 4 years ago
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au where adam is a visionary (like parsifal in cdth)
he starts getting visions a few months into his junior year at aglionby, but he ignores them. he doesn’t know what they are, except for a distraction and a manifestation of his father’s anger within him.
he goes to aglionby. he goes to nino’s. he charms blue. he rides a helicopter, and finds a forest, and something is starting for sure.
but then. the moderators find him one night after work and tell him to come with them. they promise food, safety, payment, and an explanation for the visions
it’s either go with them or go back to his father. somehow the choice is easy. he is paired with a moderator called mr. gray.
adam has always been good at being useful, good at compartmentalizing and rationalizing, good at blocking out pain. this makes him a very, very good visionary. but he’s terrified of killing the people around him; he’s lucky his first few visions were all alone.
he finds zeds. kavinsky. the 4th of july party is just the right chaos to kill him. adam doesn’t feel bad about that. an old antique shop owner, who’s not hurting anyone. adam really doesn’t feel right about that one. and ronan.
adam knows what happens to zeds. he might not really understand ronan, really like him; but he’s gansey’s friend, and adam can’t bring himself to tell the moderators about ronan. plus, apparently being a visionary has a time limit, and adam is running out quick.
meanwhile, gansey has rallied the troops in henrietta to find adam, worried at his sudden disappearance— blue, seeing the posters at nino’s, invites them to 300 fox way in the hopes that the psychics can help
the moderators figure out what adam is hiding, and the psychics figure out that adam is being held captive. gansey and co. rush to find adam; the moderators rush to find ronan.
mr. gray is starting to think he might be on the wrong side of things, ever since he killed niall lynch, ever since he’s become this visionary’s keeper. he wants out.
he reaches out to maura sargent, his sort-of girlfriend, who happens to be the mother of blue, adam’s sort-of-not-anymore girlfriend. this is helpful.
ronan thinks his dreams might be able to help; cabeswater agrees. when they find adam, locked in a boston mansion, adam explains his problem— his time is running out.
and so cabeswater offers; a sacrifice for a sacrifice. adam gives his hands and his eyes to cabeswater, and cabeswater takes his visions and his violence
the moderators are a match for a dreamer. they are nothing against a dreamer, his king, his ghost, his psychics, his mirror, his forest, and his magician.
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kindlespark · 3 years ago
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the thing abt kerapin is that it’s TRULY not romantic lapin literally does not give a flying fuck abt keradin except like hahah its fun to mess with this loser a bit. keradin is the one who is having a homosexual crisis and hallucinating lapin after he kills him (lapin is just hanging out in the afterlife with the spf) and then he just fucking dies. kerapin is actually about keradin’s mental illness as an (asian) immigrant who was groomed by a religious power into servitude and is now being forced to confront his beliefs and reckon with his actions!! he had to LOOK UPON HIS OWN FACE WHEN HE DIED. HE DIDNT LAND A SINGLE BLOW HE WAS SO SHAKEN. THE FINAL EPISODE VALIDATED ALL OF AUGUST’S LORE IN ONE FELL BLOW. my god maybe if you people watched faust’s kerapin animatic you would get it
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crayfishcoffee · 4 years ago
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she who god favors
Belizabeth/Citrina | A Crown of Candy | M | 5029 words
summary: Out of respect for Citrina’s preferences in life, her doppelgänger is memorialized with a blue hood covering her head. Only the slightest hints of honey-gold hair peek out from beneath it, and Belizabeth’s eyes fixate on them hungrily.
“I know what your hair looked like, beneath the veil,” she whispers so faintly she practically mouths the words, “The people who come here do not, but I do–every last twist and trace of it.”
In which there are things no amount of penance can account for.
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Light illuminates the glass face of Saint Citrina as she stares serenely down upon the unlit candles and wooden pews below. This being an offshoot chapel from the main basilica, there are not so many rows of pews as there are in the main chamber, although the sheer popularity of this chapel means that there is often very little extra seating space to be found. To say Citrina was a beloved figure in life would only mean that admiration crystalized upon her death–there are an abundance of patrons who come silently petition the lemondrop Saint, and many who have petitioned for a larger shrine to be dedicated to her holy visage.
Today, however, is a day in which the chapel is pristine and people-less. The mosaic grout had begun to deteriorate and loosen with age in more than a few places, and so this arm of the basilica has temporarily been sectioned off from the public to allow the restoration team to work in peace. Today, the craftsmen worked with a particular efficiency that allowed them to return home before the sun had truly begun to set in the sky, a rare treat they capitalized on quickly. The hallways are empty, the rooms silent, and gust motes float lazily in the undisturbed air.
It is in this way that when the Hierophant Rex of the Bulbian Church enters into the chapel of Saint Citrina, she knows that she is entirely, utterly alone. 
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Citrina brushes past the knight standing at attention, slams open the door to her second sister’s study, and stalks inside, barely waiting for the door to shut behind her before she says, “Lazuli, please tell me you did not already know where half the monks of the Spinning Star draw their power.”
“Ah, my dear sister,” Lazuli says mildly, not looking up from an enormous tome open on the desk in front of her. She gestures to an already-poured, already-hot cup of tea sitting near Citrina’s left hand. “Tea?”
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