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Wyatt: I feel like this place is tainted now, like we need to open all the windows and just… [Wyatt wafted his hands as though he could dismiss Kian’s lingering presence as easily as the wind displaced sand] Brynn: You forget soon enough. Wyatt: I need some air, you coming? Brynn: Tch, like I can run anywhere-.. I am huge sea creature. Wyatt: A whale? Brynn: Oh, you dig your own grave-.. I stab you whilst you sleep! [Wyatt chuckled as Brynn smacked him upside the head, only somewhat gently] Wyatt: I don’t doubt it. Remind me to hide the knives when I get back… … Darien: But it was cathartic, right? Wyatt: Hm.. you orchestrated this on purpose, didn’t you? Darien: I’ve no idea what you’re talking about-.. enlighten me. Wyatt: Well, let’s just say that I’m certainly less likely to regret not reaching out. Darien: Ah.. so, it worked? Wyatt: You’re a shrewd man, Mr. Moore. Darien: Why, thank you! Wyatt: So, when’re you going to visit again? Darien: Ohh, I don’t know-.. I figured I’d let your anger dissipate a little first, I like my neck un-strangled thank you. Wyatt: Ha-ha. Darien: Really though, it’ll be nice not having to wonder. Wyatt: It must be exhausting, being right all the time. Darien: Nope! Speaking of-.. reckon he’ll wind up on Kaden’s doorstep next? Wyatt: Probably. He doesn’t know what to do unless someone’s telling him. Darien: Mhm, prison won’t have helped matters-.. do this, shit there, suck that, bend over. [cackling]

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@thebrixtons​​ @houseofcameliard​​

Gardenia Estate, Belcoast (7:56pm)

♫ Music plays in the background ♫

Belle: Dira! Over here!

Belle: We’ve been waiting for you! What took you so long?

Indirah: Sorry for the wait, Aunt Bee. The traffic was quite bad.

Belle: It’s alright. You’re here now. Niamh, you remember Dira, right?

Niamh: Of course~ It’s nice to see you again.

Indirah: Same here.

Niamh: Oh, this is my nephew, Dom. Dom, this is Dira. You went to her brother’s wedding a few years ago with Saoirse and me, remember?

Indirah: Nice to see you here. I didn’t know you were related to Auntie Niamh.

Niamh: Oh? You know each other?

Indirah: I’ve met him several times. He lost his wallet the first time we met and he also got lost in our Campus.

Domhnall: *chuckles* That’s me. Sorry I didn’t recognize you sooner. You look different without all that tiara and stuff.

Indirah: *scoffs* Is that so? Do I really look that different?

Domhnall: Well, if I’m being honest, you look prettier without them.

Belle: Dira, dear, why don’t you take Dom to Ginny and Rainier over there? He arrived a few minutes before you and hasn’t greeted them yet. Maybe you both can greet our couple together?

Indirah: Yeah, sure.

Domhnall: What are you doing?

Niamh: Nothing~ Just go with her. You’ll thank us later.

Domhnall: Aunt—

Indirah: Dom? Are you coming?

Domhnall: Yeah, give me a sec!

Sofia: So Ginny told me that you guys are trying for a baby now. How’s it going?

Alfie: We’re still working on it.

Darien: Have you decided how many kids you want?

Alfie: We haven’t talked about it yet.

Sofia: Well, you should. Don’t go in blind. Being a parent is not like playing house.

Catalina: We’ll talk about it soon. I’m sure we’ll figure out how many we want.

Darien: You better stick to the plan or else you’re gonna end up like your Uncle Em here.

Emery: Hey! Don’t be mean. Belle and I planned to have a big family. We love the chaos.

Sofia: Mhm. Sure you do.

*Darien & Emery laughs in the background*

Catalina: Alfie?

Alfie: Hm?

Catalina: We never talked about how many kids we want.

Alfie: Mhm. I thought I’d let you decide that. You’re the one who’s gonna push them out.

Catalina: I know that. But what if I told you I only want one baby? What are you gonna do then?

Alfie: Then one child is what we’ll get.

Catalina: *clicks tongue* Alfie! Is this not important to you?

Alfie: Of course it’s important to me.

Catalina: Then why aren’t you telling me what you want? If this is important to you, we would’ve had this conversation before we got married.

Alfie: It just never crossed my mind.

Catalina: Oh, so you’re saying you never thought about having kids with me before?

Alfie: Don’t twist my words. Of course I’ve always thought about having kids with you. I just never gave it a serious thought.

Catalina: *huffs* Fine then. Since you say it like that, then I guess we’ll only have one.

Alfie: *sighs*

Alfie: Three kids, max.

Catalina: Just three?

Alfie: *snorts* What? You want more?

Catalina: *scoffs* Three is fine. Not too much. We both have three siblings too and our parents can handle that. It won’t be too hard.

Alfie: Eh~ We’ll see. If our kids take after me, they’re going to be a handful. I was a naughty kid, y’know.

Catalina: I know. Nothing I can’t handle. If I can handle their dad, I’m sure I can handle them too.

Alfie: We can handle them. You and me.

Catalina: Yes. We.

[madam-whim]

The Gold Road Reveal and my thoughts on it

I’m gonna start this off by saying I love ESO. I have been playing since 2017 and I’m pretty much doing everything the game has to offer. Quests, dungeons, trials, antiquities, sometimes PvP. That being said, this post will include lots of criticism that I feel (or know) is shared by many other fans.

But first things first, let me start off by listing some of the things on yesterday’s stream that had me bouncing in my seat:

The new zone is absolutely stunning! There’s a lot of variety to it and it does look very pretty. Exploring it will undoubtedly be fun and a feast for my eyes.

Also, Fennorian will be there, so I know there will at least be one well-written character that my Vestige has an actual bond with.

The scribing system being more of a roleplay thing – I don’t know what some people were hoping for, but I’m glad it’s not some Big Damage For Those Who Are Good At Maths kind of system. It still allows for a more unique playstyle, and I suppose it’s going to turn out like always: Do whatever you want in open world spaces, but keep your bow backflip heal out of veteran content.

And maybe the biggest “Yes!” moment of the evening: Ed Stark being the zone lead for Gold Road. While I did not like High Isle as much (too predictable for my taste, but at least it had recurring characters), he was responsible for Greymoor and Murkmire as well. I thought Greymoor was fantastic (good quests, excellent new characters alongside very familiar recurring ones), and Murkmire… well, I think Murkmire suffers greatly from being “the DLC that came after the Daedric Triad” so to speak. It kind of fell into the void created by a storyline spanning a full year (or even more, if you count the setup for the whole thing, which really began with the Varen’s ghost and Darien’s letter in Wrothgar and the Gold Coast sweetroll killer quests). I think that’s why lots of people don’t seem to like Murkmire very much despite it having great storytelling. My point is this: I do have some hope that after the fiasco some recent DLCs were story-wise, Ed Stark will at least make sure Gold Road makes sense.

And now for the criticism.

Ithelia’s design (Whenever, wherever, I want to kill Hermaeus…)

… yeah, about that. As one of my friends put it, she looks like Shakira with wings.

They really could have done so much better. The way she is now, as @akaviri-dovah said, she really just looks like a Meridia clone who somehow stole Jyggalag’s crystals, which is funny on so many levels (more on that later). Suffice it to say that I personally think the design choices are kind of lazy, given that we already have an angelic-looking Daedric lady.

Also, what’s with this picture? This kinda makes it seem as if she originally looked. Um. A lil different from the way she is now. In any case, I’m just gonna call this a missed opportunity for something more unique. I do like the glass shard aesthetic, I just wish they’d taken it in a different direction.

Dragon Break Princess Ithelia, or something like that

Now I know Dragon Breaks have to work differently from what Ithelia does, but I am kind of wondering what the consequences of her fate-altering abilities are. How do you alter fate in a way that threatens reality (with reality consisting of past and present events, with all possible versions of the future being possibly-real until one actually happens) without altering the timeline? Just by removing a possible future? Then one could argue that any Daedra could do the same just by manipulating people. Granted, it’s possible that Ithelia sees all possible futures and can do whatever she likes with them, but even then, she’d only be influencing what can become reality, not what already is. So how can she be THAT dangerous?

Right now, it just seems to me that they needed an adversary for Hermaeus Mora, and since his big things are knowledge, secrets and fate, and they couldn’t very well make a Daedric Prince of Anti-Intellectualism or a Daedric Prince of Snitching, she had to be a fate-altering type of Daedra.

At this point I’m still wondering how she even works, because how does she not accidentally cause Dragon Breaks? And if she is that damn powerful, how on earth did Mora alone manage to pretty much remove any trace of her? Which kind of brings me to my next point.

Memory Issues

I know, I know, Ithelia is not the first “new” Daedric Prince. (Which makes her stolen Jyggalag crystal vibes rather funny if you ask me.) And I don’t mind her being crazy powerful either, because so was Jyggalag or else he wouldn’t have been cursed. But that, to my knowledge, required several other Princes, whereas Ithelia apparently got owned by Hermaeus Mora alone, who then erased all memory of her. Which is not only quite the feat given how powerful she has to be, but also a very weird thing for Hermaeus Mora to do. I kinda thought stealing memories was more Meridia’s style. This entire part does not quite make sense to me yet and seems a little out of character, but well. By the way, speaking of Meridia…

Meridia-baiting the players

At this point, ZOS have to know we’re getting tired of waiting for villain Meridia. Everyone I know who is even the least bit interested in ESO’s storyline wants to see it. And I’ve seen people get their hopes up in recent days (new Meridia/Dawnbreaker-themed music box, the Ayleid ruin hint on the fragments sent to streamers…). Even in the twitch chat, there were people hyped about what they thought was Meridia, and who were disappointed when they were told it was Ithelia. And yes, I am absolutely saying they did this and made her a Meridia lookalike on purpose. But I’m well aware that we haven’t gotten any new hints about either Meridia or a certain someone since Greymoor, and that chapter will be four years old soon. Even I am beginning to give up, as much as I hate to say it.

By the way, I really did NOT appreciate Matt Firor name-dropping Darien right at the beginning. If you’re not planning to do anything with him, just let it go. I know absolutely nobody who appreciates being fed very tiny hints for two years and then being left in the dark for four years straight. If you don’t want to pick that storyline up again, just stuff the man into the Old Life quest and be done with it.

Honestly, once again, I’m gonna say this is a MASSIVE missed opportunity right here. ESO’s 10 year anniversary is coming up, what could possibly be better than to go back to the roots now and reward all those loyal players with the story they are waiting for? I distinctly recall Molag Bal telling me to watch my step around Meridia, and the setup is all there. I’m honestly disappointed that there is no Meridia content at all. And this ties in with my final point, albeit vaguely.

“Recurring” characters

Ah, yes, we do love recurring characters. Sometimes. We do love it when a fan favorite comes back – a character who’s accompanied the Vestige over the course of an entire story arc or has made multiple appearances over the years and has become beloved by many players, and, most importantly, who is well-written, i.e. has a unique personality. And that’s why “recurring characters” is not always a recipe for success when it comes to getting people hooked on a story.

It is when it’s one of the five companions, or a Ravenwatch member, or your main alliance buddy (Raz, Naryu and – oh, wait, yeah, us Covenant babies don’t have one anymore). It also works when it’s a character we’ve run across several times already, like Alchemy, who I know tons of people love, or my favorite walking disaster Revus Demnevanni.

But it’s certainly not working when it’s a character we barely know anything about, and who isn’t a hit with the community. Like Eveli’s brother whom I had to google because I could not remember who he was. He’s from a prologue quest. Nothing more. That’s not a “beloved returning character”.

ZOS have several of those just lying around, and they’re just not using them. And even the base game had so many characters that were there over the course of several zones, that were well-written and at least memorable to the degree that people would recognize them with just a little reminder, like Indaenir or Holgunn and Walks-in-Ash or the Vanos siblings. Hell, we haven't seen good old Vanus Galerion in a while. They are ten years old now and deserve to be dragged to the surface again.

Okay, I’m done now!

This concludes my rant (because that’s what it is, I’m aware). I just want to say again that this is not be dragging ESO through the mud, this is just me pointing out that the devs (especially the writers) could do so much better if they listened to their lore nerds and story-interested players more.

[sanicsmut]

HEADCANON ESO – when you go berserk after they get hurt (pre-relationship)

Includes : Razum-Dar & Darien Gautier. Might write some for Fennorian and others later, maybe.

WARNING : Contains spoilers (and a bit of angst) for the summerset ending in Darien’s part !

RAZ -

Will be surprised. Like really.

Don’t get him wrong, he knows he’s popular and liked by most people around him, when they don’t straight up hate him for basically doing his job as a spy.

But this ? This is something else.

You reminded him of a feral senche-tiger protecting their offspring.

He will look at you with eyes like marbles (is that a thing you say in english?), totally forgetting he’s hurt.

He barely recognizes you, to be honest.

And he’s glad your anger isn’t directed at him. Not that it could, now that he figured the things you’re willing to do for his safety.

It makes him feel strangely flattered, and not in the same way it does when a pretty woman compliments him.

He’s surprisingly silent when you come back to his side.

You both are. Him because he’s still coming to terms with all of these new informations, and you because you know it’s going to change a lot of things.

He’s just looking at your face, studying your expression, he doesn’t even know what to say, as you inspect his wounds as if it was just another moment during one of your many adventures.

Yet it felt so different.

You both didn’t adress this for a long time, actually. For so many reasons.

Until your drunk ass confessed months later how scared you were when he got hurt this badly.

Because in your mind, no one could hurt him. So when it happened, it made you realize how much you actually cared. And you hated that. ‘Cause he was a player, that’s what you thought.

And he couldn’t entirely deny it, but it was different with you. He knew he felt different, and that you weren’t just another temporary flirt. There was something deeper than that.

The situation was more complicated, after that, because he couldn’t afford to be in an actual relationship, as a spy for Queen Ayrenn. -… Or could he ?

DARIEN -

He is… Impressed. And scared. And maybe a little bit turned on, but mostly scared.

Also, this idiot didn’t connect the dots before a couple of minutes, thought you had recognized his enemy as someone you hated or something.

Well, now you did hate his enemy, so…

Either way, they didn’t last long.

When you get back to his side, he’s chocked by the difference, you’re back at being you, nice and smiling though concern is written all over your face.

THIS is when he connects the dots.

He WILL get smug about it, but he’ll also tell you not to do that again, not to put yourself in danger for him again.

Why should you ? He’s supposed to be your hero, not the other way around !

Will try to check you for any wound/bruise even though he’s the one who got hurt badly enough for you to lose control.

At the end, even if he really liked seeing you get all angry and protective over him, he doesn’t want you to get hurt just to save him or avenge him, so he’ll try to get even stronger.

Next time, he’s the one who’s going to beat your enemies !

If it’s in the summerset timeline too… the angst. As he disappears, he’s begging you to get over him. He knows how you are, knows you’re going to try to find a way to get him back. That’s what you always do. Except this time, he knows you can’t.

He doesn’t want you to ruin your life just trying to do the impossible.

If you find his book after that, well… He keeps thinking about you, so much, praying that you can find in yourself the strength to let him go despite everything. In the end, he always knew the depth of your attachment, it was as clear as day with the way you acted around him.

[daggerfall]

"Does it always feel that way?"

(gold road spoilers, just a little convo between Isla and Sebastien I had floating around my head after everything with Gold Road, on the inherently unsatisfying nature of being the Hero)

"Like what?" she asked, already having a feeling what this was about.

Sebastien fidgeted on the bed for a moment, tapping his fingers on the bedspread, trying to put his feelings to words. "A little... Unsatisfying. Like alright, we saved the world and everyone lived. Everything's back to normal. We even got Gadayn back! But I can't help but feel like the real winner was Mora. Getting to gloat and hold this power over us, that he Could wipe our memory of Ithelia but won't. It feels like nothing changed except we're a little worse off. And Ithelia - I can't help but feel a little bad for her, even after everything."

"Welcome to being a hero, Sebby." Isla placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling more like a mentor than a partner. She never wanted to drag another person into the heart of what being a Hero did to you, but there was nothing she could do when Sebastien stepped in to sign that contract with Mora over a year ago and kick-started this whole ordeal. "You don't always get to make the world a better place - you just have to narrowly prevent it from ending time after time. It sucks, it's unsatisfying, and someone has to do it. And unfortunately for you, it's been decided that person is me."

"Can't you just... decide not to do it?" he asked with a quiet desperation.

"I did, for a while." She took in a breath. "After... After Darien, I took all those years away to take care of Phoebe, to stop putting my friends in danger. But no matter what I do, I end up dragged back into the thick of things. There's something strange about it all. Like the world knew to take a pause when I would say no, but started up when it knew I would say yes."

She bent over herself at the edge of the bed, taking her head in her hands and looking away from him. "I can't ask you to do this again, Seb. I don't know if you have the same sort of cosmic protection I do, or if you will be the one we lose next time. But this job is dangerous. I'm happy to keep you as a friend, a partner in life, but I cannot ask you to do this with me."

"Kingston," he said, "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

[theink-stainedfolk]

Frost & Flame

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The night was thick with fog, the air damp and heavy as it clung to the ground. Anathimun had always found solace in the quiet of the early hours, when the world seemed to be suspended between waking and sleeping. But tonight, there was a tension in the air—a crackling unease that refused to let him rest.

His footsteps were silent as he paced the edges of the camp, where the others had already turned in for the night. The fire flickered weakly, casting long, twisted shadows across the trees. The weight of their mission, the looming threat of the Sitharae who had come to destroy everything in their wake, sat heavy on his chest.

A rustling sound broke through the stillness, and his sharp eyes darted in the direction of it. He wasn’t alone.

"You can’t sleep either, can you?" came Darien’s voice, rough around the edges, but still familiar. The human officer emerged from the darkness, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the fire. His sword was slung loosely at his side, and there was an unreadable expression on his face as he approached Anathimun.

Anathimun didn’t reply immediately, his gaze lingering on Darien as if weighing something only he could understand. Darien had been with him for months now, their relationship evolving in ways neither had expected. What started as resentment and distrust had gradually transformed into a fragile partnership—a partnership that, at times, teetered on the edge of something more. Something dangerous.

"You never did explain why you keep that fan with you," Darien continued, his voice tinged with an attempt at humor, though the underlying tension was undeniable.

Anathimun glanced down at the Obsidian Fan, still resting by his side, closed and seemingly harmless. "It’s a part of me, I suppose. A reminder that I can be both deadly and beautiful, if I so choose." He smirked, though the words felt hollow, even to him.

Darien tilted his head, eyeing the fan warily. "Deadly, huh? I can see that." He paused, his expression softening ever so slightly. "I don’t know what’s worse sometimes—the things you can do with that thing... or the things you choose not to do with it."

Anathimun let out a low chuckle, a sound that felt more like an exhale than a laugh. "I’d say you’re catching on, Darien. But tell me, why is it that you’re standing here in the dead of night, asking questions you don’t really want the answers to?"

Darien’s eyes flickered away for a moment, the unspoken weight of their past battles, their shared losses, hanging heavily between them. Finally, he took a step closer, just enough to close the distance but not enough to invade Anathimun’s space. "Because, for once, I think I might actually want to understand you. And maybe... maybe I’m tired of pretending I don’t."

There was a strange warmth in his voice, an admission so raw that it made Anathimun’s heart twist in ways he hadn’t expected. He’d spent centuries—millennia—shutting people out, pushing away those who could see beyond his power, beyond the façade he’d built. But Darien... Darien was different. And it scared him.

"Careful," Anathimun said softly, his tone teasing yet laced with something heavier, something more serious. "I’m not the sort of creature you want to understand too deeply. I’m full of contradictions."

"I’ve noticed," Darien replied, his lips quirking into a faint smile. "But maybe that’s what makes you interesting."

For a moment, the two stood in silence, the crackling fire between them the only sound. And then, as if drawn by some unspoken force, Anathimun slowly reached out, lifting the Obsidian Fan and holding it out in front of Darien.

"Do you want to see its true form?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Darien hesitated, his gaze flicking to the fan and back to Anathimun. Something flickered in his eyes—curiosity, fear, maybe a little bit of admiration—but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he nodded slowly. "Yeah. Show me."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Anathimun unfurled the fan, the sharp, obsidian blades glinting in the firelight. The intricate patterns etched into the metal shimmered as he waved it through the air, the fan’s power rippling with each movement. It was beautiful, hypnotic, and yet deadly all at once—much like its wielder.

"I didn’t expect this," Darien said, his voice thick with awe. "It’s... stunning."

Anathimun’s smile was bittersweet. "Beauty, when wielded correctly, can be as dangerous as anything else."

He held the fan steady, the glow of the fire casting dancing shadows across his face. And for a long moment, their gazes locked—two people from two different worlds, bound together by a mission, by fate, by something unspoken and undeniable.

Anathimun’s fingers brushed lightly against Darien’s hand, his touch lingering just a moment too long. There was no rush to pull away, no immediate need to break the contact. The night stretched on in the comfortable silence that only they seemed to understand.

It was strange, this connection. One that neither of them had asked for, but one that was growing harder to ignore.

Without a word, Anathimun stepped back, folding the fan carefully and tucking it into the folds of his cloak. Darien watched him, his expression unreadable, before finally speaking again.

"You’re right. We’re full of contradictions." He gave a half-smile, softer this time. "But maybe that’s why this partnership works."

Anathimun only nodded, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotion he couldn’t quite name. "Perhaps."

And as the two of them stood there, side by side, the weight of their shared history, their burdens, and the promise of what might come next hung silently in the air between them. The night may have been quiet, but it was filled with the unspoken tension of something—someone—they couldn’t yet fully understand. But for now, they were enough.

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My ♡s : @paeliae-occasionally @willtheweaver @drchenquill @wyked-ao3 @the-inkwell-variable @corinneglass @seastarblue

[random-mailbox]

Random-Mailbox's Favorite Sailor Moon Fics - College AU

I am back this week with some College AU stories! You can check out the previous 52 weeks of recs at the end of this Crystal Tokyo post (link).

As always, my apologies in advance for spoiling some of these for you (Fic Titles are linked to either FFN or AO3 entries).

Party On Campus - Luvdarain5

A bit of OG anime characterization on aged up Serena and Darien. Amy and Serena get invited to a college party by Zoi, which goes swimmingly until it doesn't.

i send you a sign, send you a signal - @hellomomo

Usagi decides to take a 300-level Emotion and Motivation Psychology class, solely because Mamoru mentioned he would be in it, making her term project on "goals" - getting Mamoru to fall in love with her (and writing a paper about it).

Wish You Would - @idesofnovember

Usagi slipped into a college party for the food, claiming to know the host's roommate TO the host's roommate, launching a sequence of exchanges that will drive Mamoru to seriously consider what he wants.

Better Than Dreaming - @wishwars

Returning a textbook Mamoru left behind at her library table should be quite simple. Except Usagi may have gotten more than she bargained for by going inside after hearing sounds emanating from his dorm room.

Stuff Tippy Wrote -- Sailor Moon edition: Chapter 5: right hand, yellow /Chapter 6: The day after Twister - @tiptoe39

At a college party, Usagi gets pushed into playing Twister by Rei and Minako against the one person who has been poking fun at her (no matter how cute he looks when he actually smiles!). 

And we are lucky to get a peek at the day after too! Where Usagi and Mamoru try to figure what happened and what's next.

Summer's Day - Please, more like Moonlight- @midnightdrops

Starting with a disclaimer: this story is amazing BUT it is not complete - Dr @midnightdrops has an outline for the remaining chapters already completed but is currently drowning in work. 

In this non-senshi College AU, Mamoru tries to figure out how he is feeling about his polar-opposite girlfriend, while external forces work on ripping them apart. 

The Secrets We Bear - Tumblr Snippets -  @lilliebellfanfics

This link is to some of the shorts that were published for Dendy Week 2022 (are part of a larger story that @lilliebellfanfics is working on) but are amazing as stand-alone chapters, exploring Mamoru navigating his new powers, university life and priorities. 

And last but not least, you should explore @caelenath 's musings in her Mamoru in College tag here on Tumblr - amazing little snippets in there!

That's it for now! I will do another fic list post soon. In the meantime, you should explore some of the prior lists and all the amazing content coming from the @senshixshitennouweeks!

[raedroid]

The Star Covers Meets The Soul Of The City

Part 5: Truth Be Told

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Sara finished up a long interview in the hotel lobby. Compared to the press conference earlier, the conversation was much more pleasant. Sara and the interviewer Ingrid was talking for long periods and they really enjoyed each other’s company. As they wrapped up the conversation, Sara saw Katherine come through the door. Her face told Sara that something happened.

“What happened?” She asked. Katherine showed her the card that Alex slipped into her bag and Sara got serious. “Of course. It’s happening tonight?” She asked again and Katherine nodded solemnly. As if on cue, the rest teleported down to the lobby thanks to Tanya’s teleportation.

“Woah! How did I know I’m back?” Katherine asked, calming down a bit.

“I don’t know. Force of habit I guess.” Tanya answered. Katherine showed them the card and Anna, the most cynical of the group, knew instantly what to say.

“I say we ignore it. I don’t give a flying fuck about this stupid competition and we have a tour to consider.” She remarked bluntly

“But they’ll get the rods if we don’t.” Veena pointed out, worried about the situation. Then they spotted Alex and his group coming into the lobby. They had no other choice “What do we do?” She asked. Katherine still knew she had to fight them alone.

“Come on.” She whispered. The two groups stood face to face with each other and Katherine stood proudly as their leader. “You want to fight us?”

“I guess-“ Alex was cut off by Darien immediately

“Yes we are in case you forgot.” He growled

“Shut up. I’m talking to your leader.” Katherine ordered.

“Ok so the rules are simple. If every teammate on one team gets knocked out, the other team is the winner and will get the rods.” Alex explained and Darien gripped Alex’s shoulder uncomfortably.

“And we can’t wait to murder the rest of your venomous kind. You all make me sick.” He said coldly. The girls looked at him surprised by his statement.

“Look we don’t want to fight you guys so-“ Katherine began but once again, Darien interrupted.

“Well that’s too bad. If you drop out now, we’ll get the rods and you will watch the entire world collapse and burn. And they will see how useless guardians truly are. You wouldn’t want to disappoint them right.” He threatened. He hit Katherine in her weak spot. The pressure of keeping the world safe. Veena understood and got in front of her.

“We’ll get the rods, with or without fighting you.” She promised.

“Suit yourself. If you change your mind, you know the location.” Alex said, turning and leaving. “Let’s go. We’re done here.” He told his group and they trailed behind him. The other girls looked at each other confused and worried

“Did we just do the right thing?” Katherine asked.

“We always find a solution to our problems so hopefully. How about we just chill for a while? Movie night in my room!” She suggested. The others agreed instantly while Katherine had other things on her mind.

“Uh you guys go on ahead. I’m gonna get some McDonald’s. I’ll be back in a few.” She lied, rushing to the lobby doors

“Get me some chicken nuggets!” Sara called out

“No! You want something, you get it yourself!” Katherine teased, giggling when Sara groaned in annoyance. When she got out of the building, she pulled out her card and put the address on her StarPhone to locate it. She soon used her powers and flew off to her destination, never realizing that she was going to be in the toughest position of her life.

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Night had fallen on the city once again and the time is right for another attack by Alex and his team. They waited patiently outside for the girls to show up but nothing came of them. They were certain that they had given up and knew that they were the winners

“You know what? They’re not coming here. Let’s get in there and show those pathetic creatures we mean business.” Alex decided. The others looked at him satisfied and helped him climb up to the open window on the top floor. He spotted a young woman sitting in her bedroom, talking on the phone not knowing that she was talking about him as he slowly crept into the room.

Meanwhile, Katherine flew through the forest trying to find Carissa’s place. She saw on her StarPhones map that she was getting closer. As she flew through, she was listening to her concert bootlegs. She was listening to Paul Stanley’s stage banter and she was growing more and more weirded out by what she was hearing. She immediately turned it off and stared at her player in disbelief

“Jeezus Paul! Keep your love life to yourself!” She remarked, groaning at the player. However, she knew Veena would appreciate them as she studied his stage banter religiously. She had to keep them and give them to her as a gift. But she had to put those thoughts aside when she spotted Alex climbing into the open window.

“What the hell are they doing?” She asked to herself. She settled down in the forest and prepared herself for combat as this wasn’t going to be an easy fight.

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“Hello? Yes Officer Berrium. It’s me Drew…. I’m sorry to bother you at this hour but I do believe Alex is here… He and his group are in the finals with The Star Covers now… Could you possibly send your men down here to get him?…. Alright very good. Thank you for your time.” She said. Carissa Drew seems like a kind woman underneath but she had an aggressive personality that can make her seem terrifying. And it looks like that it’s about to come out when she sees Alex standing behind her

“AH! What the hell are you doing here!” She blurted out surprised.

“I only came here for The Crisis Rods. I won’t do anything to you if you just tell me where they are.” Alex answered but Carissa wasn’t convinced

“Just get out of here the same way you came in!” She ordered angrily.

“If you don’t tell me, this will be the end of your days. I’ll literally give you anything you want from me!” He begged but she grabbed the nearest object in her room that could be used as a weapon. She pulled out her umbrella and pointed it at him.

“I’ll teach you for breaking and entering into people’s homes!” She shouted and ran straight towards him. He managed to dodge most of her attacks and he used his cane to dual with her. Katherine slowly snuck in through the door without Darien, George and Patrick noticing and started witnessing the fight as she ran up the stairs. Alex managed to knock the umbrella out of Carissa’s hand and grabbed the desk in the room, ready to attack her with it when Katherine dove in and attacked Alex, pinning him down on the ground

“You changed your mind? Where’s the others?” He asked casually

“It’s just me. They wouldn’t want to be here.” She answered and turned to Carissa. “I’m so sorry for what happened today!” She apologized

“No it’s quite alright young lady.” She assured, picking up the phone once again, but this time to call for the imprisonment of Alex and Katherine.

“Now listen I’m not in the mood to fight right now. I heard some shit from the bootlegs I bought and I feel kinda like crap after discovering this stuff.” She told him.

“I uh…. What?” He asked

“Wait what did I just say? Never mind you need to go!” She ordered. They fought hard on the floor and attacked each other viciously, Katherine sending multiple music blasts at him and Alex dodging each of them before sending a large darkness blast at her. Katherine watched it get launched out the window and looked at him in shock

“You’re a Guardian? Why are you doing this?” She asked, baffled

“Those questions are not important right now!” He brushed off and continued to blast his powers at her, not knowing that Darien, George and Patrick could see the magic flying out the window, giving Darien an idea. As their brawl continues, Alex was getting more desperate and aggressive with her and soon tried to punch her out of the balcony of Carissa’s bedroom but she dodged, letting him fall off the balcony. But as he was about to fall, she grabbed him by the arm and waist and pulled him back, preventing his fall. They stared at each other for a while. He was surprised that she had saved him at the last second and she looked at him with a serious expression.

“Look. You don’t deserve this. Just stop this nonsense.” She begged. Alex looked at his surroundings, spotting the wall next to her and summons a bit of magic

“You’re right. It needs to stop so I will. Now that I won.” He replied grimly, blasting her with magic and grabbing her by the neck and smacking her hard against the wall. She slid down to the floor in pain and slowly started losing consciousness. Alex looked at what he did and started shaking. He was crying but was also laughing at the same time. He was so conflicted with his feelings, unsure of what he was doing and if he deserves this victory. But something was clear, he had won the rods and the competition.

However, he looked at Carissa, slowly crawling away and heard sirens blaring outside the house. He looked around frantically and immediately grabbed his cane and rushed down the stairs and out the front door. He saw his group waiting for him and he was more than happy to see them

“Come on! Let’s go! The police are coming!” He hurried. However, Darien grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled out a glass bottle

“Have fun with them guardian!” He responded, smacking him in the back of the head with it and threw him on the pavement. He laughed at his misery and ran off “Leave him! He’s nothing to us nor after he betrayed us!” He called out to Patrick and George, wondering if they were right to let him do that. Darien then grabbed them and pulled them off with him.

Police cars crowded around the house and two officers climbed out and saw Alex’s unconscious body on the ground. One of them grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up while the other went into the house

“Adrien, make sure the other guardian is alive.” Edward ordered. Adrien nodded and found Katherine’s body and pulled her up and dragged her out, Carissa watching in delight

“Thank you Carissa for giving us the call.” Adrien thanked and she nodded as he brought him down to the police car “Here you go. The minister will be happy to see his lucky winner.” He remarked, both of them climbing into the car and driving off.

No one knows where they have gone….

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Tagging for anyone who might be interested: @2hotintheshade @gh0stfl0ra @criminallyoverrated @spacefoxy-irl @ladyshandioftheendless @elrohare @ericcarrsworshipper

[honeyjars-sims]

1.15 What Sisters Are For

[Johnny is visiting Destiny. He’s leaning over Darien’s crib] 

Johnny: He's so cute!

Destiny: Yeah, he's an adorable little guy. He's grown so much, he'll be sitting up soon!

Johnny: Aw, hey buddy. I'm your Uncle Johnny. I'm a cool uncle, I promise.

Destiny: Do you want to hold him?

Johnny: Uhh, I don't know. I'm afraid I'd drop him or something. Plus my clothes smell like cigarettes, that's not good for him, right?

Destiny: Probably not. It's nice that you thought of that, though. So, how are you liking college?

Johnny: It's ok. It's kinda hard keeping up with everything. But I've made some friends, so that's cool.

Destiny: Yeah, Chantal said there's a girl you're interested in?

Johnny: Oh my God, why do my sisters have to tell all my business?

Destiny: That's what sisters are for! You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

Johnny: There isn't much to say. I think she's cute, but I don't know if I'm ready to date. Plus, she just sees me as a friend.

Destiny: Well, if you need advice feel free to come to me. I have the best track record for a healthy relationship in this family after all.

Johnny: Lucky!

Destiny: Your time will come. You're still young. Listen...

Johnny: Here we go.

Destiny: I want to apologize to you for leaving you behind when I moved out here. I know I've said that already, but I'm ready to take full responsibility for it now.

Johnny: It's ok, you were only 18. I know I couldn't take care of 2 kids at my age.

Destiny: Maybe, but I should have done something. I knew things were gonna get worse, that's why I left. I was only thinking about how it affected me, though.

Johnny: It's not like you knew how bad it really was. Jimmy was good at hiding it.

Destiny: But did you feel like you could trust me to help at that point?

[Johnny stays silent.]

Destiny: Johnny, I love you so much. I may have a son now, but you were my first little boy in a way. I'm sorry I let you down. If you can trust me, I promise it'll never happen again. But I understand if you can't.

Johnny: I love you too, Des, and I do trust you. I would've left if I could so I get it. Have you talked to mom any?

Destiny: I have. I'm slowly trying to trust her again. For what it's worth, she says she didn't know about Jimmy and she sounded sincere. But only you can decide if you can trust her or not.

Johnny: I don't know if I can. I do miss her. Or I miss who she was.

Destiny: Well, if you decide to talk to her and you need me to be there, I will.

Johnny: Ok. Thanks for being there for me.

Destiny: I always will be.

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[aleielle-of-roshar]

5, 11, 19, 22 >:D

(gonna use the few i’m currently fixated on

5:

Imyoren Gwinvenin Lireth: Gwinvenin is too busy isolating himself since he sort of feels everyone who helps him or he cares about dies- very much blames himself 🥲

Kedhur: I mean, Kedhur does technically become a citizen of Dementia after his death if that counts- but otherwise he’s grown too suspicious of such organizations after well, getting beaten up by Solitude’s guards so many times-

Through-Shattered-Glass: ✨Ithelia (er, my au’s version) cult✨

Balance: Tides Wraith! Even though he barely understands what a pirate is the crew makes him feel ‘an odd, light feeling! Like… when Morion floats away in strong winds?’ (Happiness lol)

Ynrur: Also her ship lol-

11:

(Not 100% sure what this means- I’m assuming its like… what people associate with them + aliases?) Imyoren Gwivenin Lireth: … you don’t want to know what house Imyoren called him- 😭. But well, Ja’hrazad (fairly, unlike most things she did-) calls him weird. Samsi called him Ipu’shi (basically an endearing term like… this child is a gift sort of?)

Kedhur: He’s been referred to as a salmon so many times lmao- annnd gwinvenin called him stinky the first time they met 💀. Glory observed him, quite accurately as ‘someone with something great weighing on his heart’. Does ‘Son of Madness’ count? I mean, it’s literally the truth.

Through-Shattered-Glass: scary af /pos frfr. Usually just Glass. Technically her name isn’t what she was originally called, but like.. she took it on after joining the cult? So would that be an aliase? It is her name now tho-

Balance: Not really the crew’s been pretty chill. Though some non crew find it frightening for some reason

Ynrur: sheogorath’s observations I- 💀. But well, people either love her or despise her, so there’s lots. Buut she’s pretty clear on who she is

19:

Imyoren Gwinvenin Lireth: I mean, idk if being a proficient seer counts because he cant control his visions, they hurt like hell, and its always bad things. But! He’s actually pretty good with a spear and traps, learned that from Samsi! As well as basic non magic healing. Oh, and, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before but like. He’s very much magic, like, strong too despite being untrained. But not in the normal sense, he can’t control any of it unfortunately- buuuut don’t be surprised if a giant spire of ice pops up around him when he’s having a mental breakdown.

Kedhur: Really stealthy and quick thinking! I mean, takes a lot to survive the elf equivalent of 35 years (probably centuries-) in such a place- 💀. And well, he didn’t learn any of his shouts from word walls, and they certainly aren’t in dovahzul. Don’t… don’t overthink it, he tries not to-.

Through-Shattered-Glass: is it bad that she knows all the weak / most dangerous spots on each race-

Balance: Despite being surprisingly light- bro is strong af- great for keeping morion from blowing away lol- buuut he sucks at sitting so oh well.

Ynrur: Have I mentioned that Ynrur is like an expert mixologist and fisher? Also a sea serpent considers her its mom so ha- but she’s pretty much mastered partial shifting to aid her in specific situations.

22:

Imyoren Gwinvenin Lireth: I feel like, somehow, befriending Darien would do him some good. Idk someone who’s so determined and optimistic no matter how much things go to shit might be able to change his view on things slightly. Buuut don’t let him anywhere near any of the sixth house- ash zombies already scare him enough

Kedhur: can someone please let him visit the graybeards- like, once? Also ngl haskill would just make him upset, ‘glad they never met.

Through-Shattered-Glass: I feel like she’d get along with Zerith-var for some reason- if they can accept worshipping different daedra that is. Buuut she couldn’t tolerate like any of the vigilants of stendarr if she met them ‘FOR FUCKS SAKE MOST OF US AREN’T HURTING PEOPLE-‘

Balance: Truthfully, he’s a hard one- maybe Eveli? (If she showed up past wrothgar then idk) Idk they both seem happy about the world lol and bro would find the jokes and puns so interesting to unravel- just like, don’t let him near sotha sil or divath fyr I’m begging you

Ynrur: Don’t. Fucking. Let. Her. Near. Sheogorath. That’s all. Goodbye

[preggydump]

Long time lurker, first time poster. I never really post anything here, I usually just reblog but I've actually been drawing some mpreg art lately and I even typed up a thing, so I figured I'd share it!

Warning: mentions of religion (but in like a these awful people who used religion to justify their shitty view are in Hell for eternity type of way :) )

This is surely a mistake! And I am going to make whoever made this egregious error sincerely regret this outrageous mistake that they’ve made, there must be somebody around here that I can speak to get to the bottom of how this error is going to be resolved. And if they can’t help me, then I’ll find someone else who can! I’m a devout man! I’ve never sinned a day in my life! In fact I detested blasphemers and sinners, and I let them know the error of their ways! I’m not one of them! And I deserve to be treated as a man loyal to his church and family should!

“Heh yeah, that’s what they all say!” The burly demon interrupted Darien’s thoughts, his voice deep and even more unsettling than the fact that he’d seemingly read his thoughts. He’d never been inside an active volcano, but somehow he knew that’s what it reminded him of. “To be honest with you though, the ones who claim they’ve ‘never sinned a day in their life’ 99% of the time end up down here.” The demons sharp laugh of amusement brought up an image of volcanic rock crashing down of the roof of a wooden house. Another moment which Darien had never experience, but the memory sprang unbidden to his mind all the same. Shaking the false memories and the uncomfortable feeling that his thoughts could be heard in… this place… out of his head, Darien regained his composure. He would have to remain stronger than ever if he wanted his soul to remain intact while this mistake was being sorted out.

“Hmph! Then what of the 1%! Surely I belong with them, the other 99% are obviously liars and sinners.” He proclaimed as he stuck out his chin and crossed his arms in a futile attempt at establishing some sort of authoritative air. It was somewhat ruined by the fact that his feet would no longer listen to him, and followed the demon of seemingly their own accord. Not to mention, he could feel his new ear piercing jingle a bit against his cheek. It was a disgusting thing, not just because it was an unseemly ear piercing, but in the brief glimpse he’d seen of it before the demons used a device to insert it in his ear lobe, it looked like a tag of some sort, like those used for cattle or livestock. Darien tried not to shiver at the thought of what that may mean for his eternal future. Or at least his future until this mix-up was fixed, and he hoped and prayed that it would be fixed as soon as possible. The demon burst into howling laughter, which filled him with a deep primal instinctual fear that shook his resolve and memories of earth shattering and breaking that Darien, or no living thing for that matter, could have ever experienced in their lifetime.

“They were being sarcastic! Oh man, the 1%! Whew, the irony!” The demon wiped a tear of laughter away from his eye, a droplet of molten lava which flew a few feet away and sizzled where it landed. Darien’s jaw moved up and down as he tried to put on a brave face and argue, but he couldn’t think of anything to say. “And thoughts and prayers will do ya even less good down here than it did when you were up there, not that it even does anything up on Earth.”

“But I- Surely there must be a mistake…” Darien quietly said again, feeling smaller and more vulnerable than he ever had when he was a living man on Earth. The hulking demon gave him what appeared to be a sympathetic glance, which had the opposite effect of making Darien feel even worse.

“It’s not so bad once you get used it! There’s a bit of adjustment period, but that’s always how it is when something changes! Once I get you to your assigned sector there will be a team of expert demons to help you settle in-“

“Pastor Joseph?!” The demons attempt at consoling one of Hell’s newest residents was interrupted by Darien’s shout. They had just come across a gathering of demons and humans, conversing together in little groups. Darien instinctually began to sneer at the lot, obviously they deserved whatever fated torture they had been brought down here for. Much, much more than Darien himself did! But at the glimpse of a somewhat familiar face in the crowd, made Darien stop in his tracks. So shocked was he, at the sight of a long-time pastor of his church, in fact one of the best pastors they’ve ever had in his opinion, that he didn’t even notice his feet had suddenly decided to listen to him. The demon escorting him to his destination looked around confused for a moment but found who had caught Darien’s attention.

“Oh! You know Joey?”

“Joey?!” Darien asked incredulously. But sure enough, at the call of Pastor Joseph, the familiar face had barely paid the call any mind, not even to react as if to the buzzing of a bug. But at the mention of ‘Joey,’ he looked around for whoever had called, as if that was his real name, instead a taunting nickname these demons had obviously implemented as part of some undeserved torture. As his head turned, and their eyes met Dariens stomach twisted in shock. The pastor now sported a large pair of demonic horns, his eyes still a bright blue but now more serpentine in nature, and long tail ending in a spade protruded from his spine. But as Joey moved in the direction his name was called, Darien couldn’t help but gasp in horror as the most prominent change in his previous pastor’s appearance made itself visible.

Joey waddled towards them, his enormous belly swaying with his movement. So firm and round and heavy that he moved with one hand at the base of it to support it’s girth, the short jean shorts he wore doing nothing to provide any support at all. His short shorts were in fact completely unbuttoned, unzipped, and looked like they might rip apart at the seams at any moment with how they seemed to strain around his plump thighs and ass. From the front it looked like he was wearing nothing at all, except for the cropped, much too cropped, top. Even then, as Joey moved closer Darien realized even that small strip of cloth left nothing at all to the imagination. Not only was the top an extremely see-through sheer black mesh, but it in no way whatsoever hid the breasts that lightly bounced on his bloated belly as he walked, no- waddled. With the way it ended right on his swollen puffy nipples, the hem tenting out over them, that the top made them stand out even more. The bright red letters DILF embroidered on what little space the shirt had left, if it could even be called a shirt, was the only part that could be considered ‘covering’ anything.

Darien tried to step back as he recoiled in disgust and horror, but his feet had stopped listening to him again. Just when he believed the situation couldn’t be worse, that this must be some sort of horrible nightmare, for how could the holiest, most virtuous, pious man he’d ever known be down here of all places! And… and in such a state! He did not think he could feel more disgusted, more horrified, more repelled; he noticed that in Joe- no, Pastor Joseph’s ear was a tag, similar to one he’d briefly seen before it was forced through his very own earlobe. It was only a small comfort that at least they were not the same color, Joseph’s being an orangey-red, while Darien could just see the green glow of his out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey Gozomaal! It feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen you here!” Joey-Joseph’s face lit up in a way Darien had never seen before, as he recognized the large demon whose name was apparently Gozomaal. Then he looked at Darien, an unabashedly confused look on his face. “And you, hmm I feel like I recognize from somewhere… have we met before?”

“P-pastor Joseph? I- Is that really you? It can’t be. There truly must… There truly must be something wrong here, there has to be some mistake now! Don’t you remember I was one of your parish, I followed your teachings, attended your mass every Sunday!”

“Oooooh.” A tiny spark of recognition had been ignited, but Joseph was obviously still confused. Darien tried to ignore how the priests’ hand roamed over the over-swollen dome of his belly, how a small bump appeared, the movement of whatever monstrous creature nested inside, and he rubbed circles over it as if to soothe it. “I sorta remember now, what was your name again? Derek? Erick? Mick?”

“N-no! My name is Darien! Please! You have to remember!” The human who was surely having the worst nightmare in his life, pleaded.

“Oooooh yeah! Silly me was gonna guess Dick next, but I think I was getting distracted with having this big hunk around. It’s been a while since you volunteered.” Joey winked and coyly pawed at Gozoma- no, the demon- as he swayed his hips to the side which made his chest and belly shift in a way that Darien felt obscene was too tame of a word to use to describe it. The demon gave a low chuckle of amusement.

“Nice try cutie, but I can tell you’re too close to your quota already,” Gozomaal playfully flicked Joey’s reddish-orange ear tag, who pouted in disappointment. “and nowhere near due. Besides, I’m at work, bringing this newcomer here to BB Intake.”

“Oh, you’re new!” Joey lit up in excitement again, disappointment quickly forgotten. “And we’re going to be in the same sector! Since I knew you from before, I can show you the ropes, where they hide the good snacks, which of the handlers give the best d-“

“But-but I don’t want to know the ropes! I don’t want to be here! I don’t belong here! A-and neither do you! You were a man of the faith! Where is your devotion? Where is your faith? Where is your cross?” Darien burst out in an angry desperate plea, no longer sure who he was trying to convince that he did not belong burning in the pits of Hell for all eternity. Joey blinked, his expression simultaneously blank and startled at the same time.

“My what?” His face contorted in pure confusion for only a moment, but for Darien’s hopes and fears felt like an eternity, before coming to a realization. “Oh, that old thing? I can’t remember why I decided to keep it around, I honestly forget it’s there!” Joey began to search and pat down his rounded form as if searching for some lost keys, at last spotting what he was looking for around his side and turning as if to display it. Darien felt tears of dawning horror, realization, and oddly enough, acceptance begin to pool in the corner of his eyes. He had somehow missed tucked under the mesh DILF crop top, the silver chain wrapping from behind his neck, around his right breast, one side of the chain completely disappearing where his belly pressed up against it, leading down to an old silver cross dangling over to his side.

“Sometimes it gives me a really nice, like, hot sensation though, like a burn? But in a good way, like a really good way, like in a really really really good way.” Joey winked and giggled. Though Darien hated to make himself look, sure enough there were faint red marks, roughly shaped like his cross, spotted along the side of his swollen belly and even on the underside of his… ‘boob.’

“But…But we don’t belong here…” Darien said quietly, somehow feeling more defeated and smaller than he had before they had come across Pastor Jos-Joey.

“It’s not so bad! I remember being scared too when I first got here, but everyone was so nice about helping me get settled in!” Where before he had tried to look away and ignore it happening, Darien found himself staring as Joey rubbing a soothing circle over a bump that had appeared right under his navel, his other hand still low on his ripened belly for support in holding his grotesque unholy passengers.

“Actually, the biggest change I had to get used to were the horns!” Joey cheerily proclaimed gestured to the not just one, but two sets of deep red horns growing out of his forehead, pushing back his still golden blonde hair. “The only punishment around here is that they never let you go past quota.” Joey put on an exaggerated pout and batted his eyelashes at the large demon Darien had almost forgot was standing there. He numbly nodded in shock, not sure of how else to respond.

“Alright, I think it’s time we get you to BB Intake, so you two can hang out together again soon, okay?” Gozomaal gently put a hand on Darien’s back and started to guide him the way they had been going. Above his head they winked at Joey “And I’ll try to volunteer again soon, but you know quota exceptions are out of my control. Nice shirt by the way!”

“Thanks, Trazron got it for me! And bye-bye Dari! We’ll have to hang out once you’re done with Orientation!” Joey cheerfully waved and contentedly waddled back to the group he had previously been talking to, most of whom were sporting bellies almost as rotund and full as his. There were even a few whose bellies were somehow even larger, a feat Darien had a hard time believing was possible.

Darien remained in shock until they reached their destination. Which didn’t actually take long at all, it was a much shorter distance than he might have hoped. Maybe if the rest of the journey had been a bit longer, he would have broken out of his reverie long enough to ask the demon, Gozomaal, some questions. For example, what did he mean by quota? What were those… creatures growing inside of Joey? What did they mean by ‘Intake’ and ‘Orientation?’ What were the earring tags about? What did BB stand for? In fact, no one had told him yet what his eternal punishment was going to be. Was this it? To see a devout holy man he’d looked up to and admired so debased and made up to be some slutty bimbo?

When they arrived at the building that was to be their destination, his mind begin to rapidly flip between glad and mad that he hadn’t thought to ask anything. And, as the deepest despair he’d ever felt in his existence overwhelmed all of his senses and sank deep into his bones, he read the sign painted over the door:

69TH UNHOLY ETERNAL BREEDING BITCH INTAKE and ACCLIMATION CENTER

[rebouks]

Wyatt’s stomach was still churning too uncomfortably for him to think about dinner, nor did Brynn seem too bothered either; she was far more interested in taking herself to bed. He’d been too distracted to notice earlier, but he suddenly realised she hadn’t even brought a bag along with her.

Wyatt: You didn’t bring anything with you? Brynn: I not really have anything… Wyatt: If I knew you were going to set out with nothing, I might not have been so keen to let you leave. Brynn: It was important to me. Wyatt: I know. Brynn: You came to find me, didn’t you? Wyatt: Perhaps-.. but I changed my mind in the end. Brynn: Before or after you fail? Wyatt: [snorts] In between. Brynn: I not mean to ghost you-.. I hoped to get a new phone, but something more important popped up. Wyatt: It’s okay.. I have your phone, by the way. Brynn: Oh-.. is Gael still breathing? Wyatt: Unfortunately. Brynn: Maybe you knock some sense into him. Wyatt: I doubt it. Brynn: Hm, me too-.. I would have liked to see his face. [Wyatt snickered lowly; he should’ve taken a picture]

Wyatt: Would you still have come back? You know, if it weren’t for-… Brynn: I always plan on coming home. Wyatt: I take it you were busy saving your money? Brynn: Yes! Though your friend Darien helped me in the end. Wyatt: I’ll have to pay him back then. Brynn: Pfft, I pay myself! That’s why I take so long. Wyatt: I could’ve helped you, if you’d asked. Brynn: I not think it fair. Wyatt: What do you mean? Brynn: Is so expensive. Wyatt: And? Brynn: I not want to bankrupt you. [Wyatt squinted, realising he’d never mentioned the fact that his lifestyle didn’t quite match his bank account] Wyatt: Brynn, I could buy us a private jet if I wanted-.. several, in fact. Brynn: Really..? Wyatt: Mhm. Brynn: You live so modestly; I never would know. Wyatt: Well, at least you’re not after my money.

Brynn chuckled sleepily; she hadn’t returned with the intent to sit idly on her hands, but it was nice to know there was no rush to find employment, or to make money. She was beyond exhausted after the past few months

Brynn: Does that mean I not have to get a job? Wyatt: Not unless you want one. Brynn: Will you keep yours? Wyatt: Probably not. I just wanted to know what it felt like-.. mundanity. Brynn: Is kind of rewarding, no? Wyatt: Oddly so. Brynn: I think we have something more rewarding to spend our time on soon. Wyatt: How long do we have to, uh.. prepare? Brynn: I not know exactly. Wyatt: You haven’t been to the doctors? Brynn: I not able to just walk in without being registered! I feel fine, anyway. Wyatt: We’ll sort it out tomorrow-.. get you some clothes n’ stuff afterward. Brynn: You are soft. Wyatt: Only for you.

With no worries left unsaid and no more secrets between them, Brynn draped herself over Wyatt and crashed-.. hard. Some people clearly didn’t understand her choices, but she’d never felt so loved, seen, or safe with anyone else before. She was finally home, and for the first time in her life, she was truly content…

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[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

abatina to angelica for honoré :3

Ask Game!

abatina : is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time ( due to becoming more educated on the topic , certain experiences , etc . ) , or that they would change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

Honoré really really believed in World Serpent's views. He really believed in a better world and that he was doing the right thing to further that. He's since learned better, since done better. acanthus : is your muse deceptive , or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ? why or why not ?

He's a spy; of COURSE he is deceptive. Incredibly so. Honoré has no tells, he's had a thousand + years of practice. He will do anything to further his goals. aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?

He doesn't really. He knows he'll outlast everybody he loves. So he turns those he loves into sims so that he'll always have them. amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ?

Harper and the life he leads as a musician, Darien and their choice to escape World Serpent and come to him. He takes pride in their choices, in who they are. They're both much smarter than he was at their age. anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?

Honoré views the world as something that needs to be saved. As something he must lay his life down on the line for. He consumes all of humanity's valour and essence to that end. It is cruel, and it is unforgiving. But by god, is it worth saving. He will do anything to save it. angelica : where does your muse draw inspiration in life ? what motivates them ?

Humanity.

[coolcattime]

2, 4, 11, 21, 30!

2 - Who is your newest OC? Why did you make them? 

My newest OC is Winnie! She is a small dark elf (approx 18) who has 10 dozen bees within her body. She's a creepy weird girl who has skills to make her a nightmare being (she's a healer ^-^ )

She likes bees, The Heart (the eldritch thing that is beneath), and helping people. She dislikes wallpaper, swimming, and bad dreams.

Here are some picrews of her! (Note, Winnie is meant to be wearing a little woollen hat but I forgot when doing the picrews) (Picrews HERE and HERE)

I made her because I was going to play Heart: The City Beneath with friends and therefore needed a new character. She is based on the runaway from darkest dungeon 2 and that real child who said there was a monster that turned out to be 60,000 bees.

4 -  What kind of music do your OCs listen to?

So, I am terrible at identifying different kinds of music and definitely could not figure it out for all of my OCs.

However, @theiratlas did once do a couple of them so and I trust their judgement on this far more than my own so here is that list:

I also think I can say that Cassidy would like country music - because he is originally from Liminal Horror, a modern set ttrpg, and he was a country singer.

And Sigourney (the other OC originally from Liminal) would be into some sort of punk music because she was originally based on Reko so why not keep that connection going

11 -  Sum up one or more of your wips! 

This answer ended up being longer so it’s under the read more! It’s long because I maybe just give a (very short) summary of every WIP that has any actual writing done (so out of the scripting/planning stage).

21 -  When did you start considering yourself a writer/artist? 

Writer; at like age seven when I got my first nice notebook and started writing stories that made my mum scared. Because even though I really couldn’t stomach the idea of horror movies until age sixteen, I have always been a horror fan (my mum does not appreciate this).

Artist; god knows. Somedays I probably still wouldn’t 😅

30 - How are you doing? <3

Pretty good right now!

11 - The Full Answer

OC Danganronpa AU, Prologue - The prologue of an OC danganronpa AU. Will also certainly will get split into parts if ever finished.

Funger OC, Point of No Return - A scene from the C Route of our OC Termina AU. Rhell's POV of her, Rhys, and Libi killing Medli and Darien.

Mianite Libris Crossover, Jordan POV - A scene that introduces Katherine, Orla, and Idric from Jordan's POV. Features Idric breaking parts of the already mostly ruined Sparksize church because he's incredibly stressed and needs to break something.

Mianite Until Dawn, C3P1 - Ianite, Sonja, Jordan, and Dianite do a seance. Tom and Skipper continue towards the guest cabin

Mianite YTTD, Untitled Document - The prologue of Mianite YTTD. Features a woman asking if you know a majority vote is, a demonstration of the results of a majority vote, and Tom and Jordan walking back late from university.

The Libris Collection, Idric is dead??? - A story about how Medli, Altair, Katherine, and Leontine deal with grief after Idric is apparently disintegrated.

The Libris Collection, Sigourney - Signourney mets the Storyteller is made to tell her own backstory.

The Libris Collection, The Name Ba'lor - Medli and Idric discuss how Idric picked his own last name and Medli talks about walking to change her own last name.

A New Life P2 - The beginning of a second part to A New Life. Capsize has a perfect life with Ianite, but keeps having odd dreams about a strange woman and finds herself forgetting things more and more often.

Ace Attorney AU - On the day when Altair has finally decided to drop out of university, Altair is arrested for murdering their professor.

Blades, Dimitra - Dimitra waits outside of a music longue, hoping to see her girlfriend who suddenly disappeared months ago after an accident on a heist.

Sleeping Curse WIP - Capsize and Redbeard sleeping beauty curse AU. In the present, Redbeard guards the cursed Capsize, lost as to what he's meant to do to wake her up. In the past, Capsize attempts enjoy her last uncursed year, wondering if she'll ever find a "true love" to break the curse that's soon going to strike.

Zombie Leontine AU - In a world where instead of being a cute weird girl, Leontine used her spore powers to create the zombie apocolaypse, Leontine and Katherine meet. Katherine is somehow immune to the spores turning her into a zombie. Leontine is not the monstrous necromancer that she appears to be. (Yes, I made another Beauty and the Beast style story - sue me)

Text Note 4/2 - God swap au. As Tucker and Sonja come back unsuccessful in their attempts to find their goddess, Jordan is unfortunately joined by some friends.

Text Note 7/1 - OC Funger AU. Route A. Altair and Darien rush back to the train after being attacked by a horde of monstrous villagers only to find that nearly everyone has left.

Home and Free, Chp14 - Sonja learns that Capsize has never celebrated the Winter Solistice and is encouraged by Tom to change that fact.

Safety - Capsize wakes up in a cage, and is told by Ianite that her friends imprisoned her to save Ianite.

Mianite W/W Vampire AU. Ianite sees her - Vampire Lord Ianite sees Capsize for the first time.

Under the New Moon, Chp2 - Tucker and Sonja go to Jordan's bar to have a meeting with Capsize, but it unfortunately appears that she's late.

There is almost certainly more, but I'm not dismantling the notebook pile to search through and I'm gonna be honest, I'm sure this will more than suffice.

[sanicsmut]

Words of the Fallen

Technically Darien Gautier x Vestige!Reader, but all I can say is play Summerset's main quest in ESO before reading this.

part 2

Warnings : Use of Y/N once. Angst because it is. Spoilers for the end of Summerset. Language. The letter is taken directly from the game, which is why it’s written way better than what I’ve actually written.

Words: 1000 (I can't believe I got such a perfect count)

Robin’s comment: Cried making this, bon appétit. More seriously, this chapter (the game's DLC I mean) made me hate Meridia. She was one of my favorite daedric princes, but now it's over. All hail Azura. Anyway this is basically me telling Meridia what she deserves to hear. There's also a hint of a part two at the end ;). I'll try to write it, but I can't guarantee anything.

"Never trust a Daedric Prince. If there's anything I learned from all this, that's it in a nutshell. I used to think I had a purpose, a part to play in the grand scheme of things. I suppose I did, sort of, but the way things turned out, it wasn't at all the way I imagined. Meridia said I was her vessel. I guess my fate was sealed from the moment she brought me into existence.

Now, here I am, back in the Colored Rooms. I thought that when I gave my energy to restore the sword—and I did that for my friend, not for Meridia—I thought that was the end of me. I'm back, though, but this time is different. My light, it's fading. I can feel the darkness getting closer, pressing in. I expect that once the light goes out, that will be the end.

I need to tell you something about Meridia. She's a deceiver. She promised that if I served her faithfully, I'd earn my freedom. She never told me that freedom was just another word for the void. Don't trust her. Don't trust any of the Daedric Princes. Not ever.

I've found peace though. Meridia gave me a chance to see the world, and those I care about, one last time. To save those I loved. I'm grateful for that, at least.

I wish I had a chance to say goodbye to everyone. To Skordo. To Gabrielle. Gods, I'll miss them. But most of all, (Y/N). I don't know if she will understand how much she truly meant to me. Perhaps we'll see each other again, in another place, another time. I probably won't be the version of myself that's writing these words, though. That me will be gone. I can live with that.

I only wish I could have spent more time with everybody. Had a few more adventures. Ordered those drinks like we always talked about.

I hope my friends find peace, happiness, and love. They deserve what I could never have. If anyone ever finds this book, know that I will never forget those I named herein. And, if you find them, and I pray that you do, tell them this.

Protect the ones you love. Hold them close. Cherish their every moment. Make them laugh, and laugh with them. Smile together and never, ever, forget that the moments you have are so very precious.

Oh, and tell them not to forget me, either. I mean, I am a legend, as far as I know.

The polite, handsome, and humble knight,

Darien Gautier”

You let the book fall back on the bench where you found it.

No… No…

You were breathing heavily. And a few minutes later, surrounded by those trees, you let out your anguish.

Dawnbreaker gripped tight in your hand, you screamed.

“Take it back! Take your goddamn sword back!”

“It seems my vessel isn’t the only one who ended up having feelings when he shouldn’t.”

A bright light. There it was, this patronizing voice. This voice you had respected, after giving you back your soul and helping you in Coldharbour. This voice you grew to hate.

“You bitch, he was my friend!”

“Where is your respect, Vestige?”

Vestige. You hadn't been called that since that time you helped Abnur Tharn in Elsweyr. Only the companions called you that. The companions and Meridia. But even the Daedric Prince hasn’t called you that during this whole mission. It was like you were back in Coldharbour all over again. Back fighting for what you thought was right, back, fighting against and with forces you couldn’t comprehend.

“My respect for you died when Darien got condemned. By your fault.”

“He was my vessel, an empty shell, a weapon to do my bidding. He served his purpose.”

“He was my friend!” You yelled again.

“And a traitor.”

“How the f-”

“He sacrificed he life for you. He purified my sword, not to serve me, but to help you.”

“Oh, so this is it? You’re throwing a tantrum because your tool wasn’t devoted to you only?”

“Careful with your words, Vestige.”

“You owe me! I’m the one who fought Molag Bal, I’m the one who assembled all those allies to stop the coalition! I’m the one who just stopped Nocturnal! And you owe him too! He may have purified Dawnbreaker for me, but everything else he did was for you, to serve you, because he was your champion! Because he truly thought he could trust you!”

“And you owe me for your soul. And he owes me for the purpose I gave him.”

“You wouldn’t have been able to take my soul if I hadn’t fought in Coldharbour! It’s all thanks to me! And his purpose? He could’ve been a hero without disappearing for your fucking sake! Hell, he just wanted to help his friends!”

“Friends he shouldn’t have had in the first place.”

“I swear, I defeated Molag Bal and Nocturnal, I can defeat you too. Take back your fucking sword and give me back my friend.”

You could feel Meridia’s rising anger, the air feeling tense around you despite the Daedric prince not being here physically.

“You want your ‘friend’ back?” The prince of light asked, her voice filling you with a bad feeling.

“Yes!” You answered. “Free him from your realm!”

You swore you almost heard Meridia growling, even if that sounded out of character. But that being was strict and cold, full of authority, like a severe and cruel mother. But nothing about her was motherly. She might have been less ‘evil’ than other princes, but she still served her own interests, mortals were just tools for her, or obstacles she had to get rid of. And you were sure that she was now in the second category.

“You will have to free him yourself.” Meridia declared. “That is, if you can get out of my realm.”

Her voice was tainted in cruelty, and a blinding light burnt your eyes before everything went black.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

A Clash of Kings - 16 BRAN II (pages 221-237)

Bran continues his journey to come to grips with his physical limitations, gives people food for thought about the inheritance rights of bastards, and sits about listening to old men trying to keep the north running and preparing for winter.

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"We were having a jape with Hodor," confessed Big Walder. "I am sorry if we offended Prince Bran. We only meant to be amusing." He at least had the grace to look abashed. Little Walder only looked peevish. "And me," he said. "I was only being amusing."

Not sure I care very much for the Walders. You notice neither actually apologised to Hodor, (even if he didn't understand what was going on) or actually to Bran, they were sorry for offending authority and even then only once they got in trouble for it, so they weren't really sorry for being a pair of asses, they were sorry they got caught.

"Can't you take a joke?" I can, but you haven't told one yet.

"A good lord comforts and protects the weak and helpless," he told the Freys. "I will not have you making Hodor the butt of cruel jests, do you hear me? He's a good-hearted lad, dutiful and obedient, which is more than I can say for either of you."

MVP Luwin back at it, this time bringing us a subtle but quality roast.

"Lord Bolton has never acknowledged the boy, so far as I am aware," Ser Rodrick said. "I confess, I do not know him." "Few do," she replied. "He lived with his mother until two years past, when young Domeric died and left Bolton without an heir. That was when he brought his bastard to the Dreadfort. -"

RIP Domeric, I hear you weren't complete trash, now excuse me... *rummages around in the storage trying to find the guillotine* I need to be ready for when that trash arrives.

Bran wanted to give the lady a hundred men to defend her rights, but Ser Rodrik only said, "He may look, but should he do more I promise you there will be dire retribution. You will be safe enough, my lady... though perhaps in time, when your grief has passed, you may find it prudent to wed again."

Hey, umm, Lady Hornwood is... she's the one who... brb, rethinking my stance on 'no human being deserves to be burnt alive'

Urgh, I'd suggest sending that trash and his smelly friend to a hell dimension, but there's a chance they'd still be the worst things there.

Finally all of the principal vassals of House Stark had been heard from save for Howland Reed the crannogman, who had not set foot outside his swamps for many a year, and the Cerwyns whose castle lay half a day's ride from Winterfell. Lord Cerwyn was a captive of the Lannisters, but his son, a lad of fourteen, arrived one bright, blustery morning at the head of two dozen lances. Bran was riding Dancer around the yard when they came through the gate. He trotted over to greet them. Cley Cerwyn had always been a friend to Bran and his brothers. "Good morrow, Bran," Cley called out cheerfully. "Or must I call you Prince Bran now?" "Only if you want." Cley laughed. "Why not? Everyone else is a king or a prince these days! -"

He seems nice. (genuine)

ngl, "should I call you Prince Bran" now just set off my brain: "What's your name?" "Darien." "Not for long! Soon you'll be Prince Darien. It's a big difference, you see."