#dark souls 3 fanfic

[bri-the-nautilus]

DS3 Yuria/Sirris fic. Rated mature for eventual smut.

[ave-rexligni]

The Dark Beneath the Rime [DS3 Fanfiction]

"Thou comest to mock me, then."

"I would never." Lord Yhorm was not actually half as rough-looking as his tone suggested. He was marred from his Linking and old battle-wounds, and he had an icy countenance, but otherwise he was as bold and fine-sculpted as a warrior of Northern legends might be. Too sculpted, perhaps, compared to his fellow giants; the greener half of Sulyvahn found him terribly uncanny, but his human reason was delighted, even smitten. "If anything, I seek your example. Our circumstances are much alike."

"Alike?"

Sulyvahn looked up at him. "I was once among the Forlorn, and of the Painted World, my lord."

Fandom: Dark Souls III Rating: M for violence and psychological torment Pairing: Onesided Sulyvahn/Yhorm, background Yhorm/Siegward Summary: In a dying world, Sulyvahn finds one last fleeting possibility in the Profaned Flame, as well as the one who held it before him.

This is a lengthy piece, projected to be at 8k-10k words per chapter. This one’s for the minor pairing lovers. I hope you enjoy it.

[Read on AO3 - link here.]

[general-luce]

The journey to Archdragon Peak begins, starting with going back. 

[warriordragonart]

My interpretation of the Dancer while she was still human. Her hair is inspired by a mixture of Renaissance Italian and ballroom hairstyles and my headcanon for her name is Gwynneth!

[lilacthebooklover]

Shadowvanilla with prompt 35

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You heard me!” Shadow Milk smiles sharply. His voice is playful as ever, but the glint in his eyes is deadly serious. Pure Vanilla listens closely as the mirth in his tone evaporates, that unearthly stare boring into him more intensely than ever before. “Take. It. Off.”

Subconsciously, the healer feels his hand drift towards his Soul Jam. It thrums with power beneath his fingers, simultaneous reassurance and warning pulsating through the azure jewel. It clings to his robes like it knows what will happen if it is removed, and Pure Vanilla finds himself shaking his head before he even realises what he’s doing.

“No,” he says, voice definite. Shadow Milk is capable of putting him through torture beyond comprehension, but Pure Vanilla will not falter. He can’t afford to, not when so much is at stake. He steels his gaze, tightens his grip, and offers a denial that can only be met with fury.

As expected, the world twists and warps around him, the warm, fuzzy edges of his dreamlike prison distorting into a tangle of blackened tendrils, creeping and twisting and grabbing. Pure Vanilla is safe when he’s awake. That doesn’t stop Shadow Milk from trying to convince him to surrender when unconscious. The Dark Side of the Moon is an otherworldly place; in a sense, Pure Vanilla wonders if he ever sleeps at all, anymore. He certainly doesn’t feel rested just then.

“No?” The jester echoes finally, head tilting eerily to the side. Pure Vanilla does his best not to shudder at the anger he feels emanating from Shadow Milk in waves. “Hmm. You know,” His voice dips into something between a purr and a growl, tracing his finger down Pure Vanilla’s jaw. The Beast is a master of deception, and Pure Vanilla knows as much. That doesn’t stop the urge he feels to lean into the first warm touch he’s felt in what feels like centuries. “This would be so much easier if you stopped resisting. So stubborn, Vanilly! I’d be impressed if it wasn’t so infuriating.” 

The grip on his jaw tightens, and Pure Vanilla desperately hopes that determination masks the fear in his eyes as they’re wrenched towards Shadow Milk’s own. He’s too close, Pure Vanilla thinks distantly, sickening anxiety slithering under his skin. The scorching, gentle touch he provides is something the healer both despises and craves, and he hates himself for the latter.

“No matter,” Shadow Milk softens again, stroking against Pure Vanilla’s cheek. He should fight back. He doesn’t. “You’ll come around eventually.” The steady tick of a clock begins to echo in Pure Vanilla’s ears, unnatural and loud and far too damning.

“It’s only a matter of time.”

[canigetacupofteaplease]

So I just started elden ring and??????? Oh my god?????????????? PLEASE HE'S SO HOT

[chronicle-of-torment]

The Warrior and the Dark Mak but it's La La Land

[recursiverabbit]

(Obligatory reminder to myself that I have tumblr...) ANYWAY! I hadn't written a fanfic in years, and I especially had never posted a fic before this one... so of course, my debut had to be a 200k+ word Dark Souls lore retelling (with heavy doses of nkstein angst because of course). And as of today (Nov 3, 2024), A Flame's Consequence (AFC) has come to an end 💙

I've learned a lot while writing this, and there is SO much that I would improve if I were to rewrite this from scratch. Though considering this was my first fic (at least, my first public one), I think it turned out pretty alright :) I'll miss AFC dearly, but I'm also excited to work on new writing projects (both my current WIPs being Soulsborne)! 💙💙

[fearandhatred]

Okay okay okay a word for leanne!!!!!

How about "ripe"? 💛

you're so sick for sending me this word right after i wrote my vore poem lmaoo /affectionate. anyway voodoo magic rapunzel plant, anyone?

<3

it would do you well to be happy. it's what aziraphale hears from crowley's mouth most often, and what he repeats obsessively to himself most days now. it would do you well to be happy. it would do you well to be happy.

if water itself isn't wet, is it possible to not gain happiness from being happy? aziraphale would say so. apparently the act of smiling can trick a human brain into actually being happy, but he isn't human, and it doesn't work on him.

still, it would do him well to be happy. it would do them both well for him to be happy, for now.

the humans have a curious little fairytale: a story of a girl with long, golden, magical hair, borne of a magical flower that can heal. rejuvenate. immortalise. they would be delighted to find that something like that really exists. they would be delighted, and then they would weaponise it, as humans are wont to do.

demons too, as it turns out. not so different from humans, just with the added ability to actually create such a thing.

aziraphale isn't exactly locked in a tower, although this facade of freedom that he has might be worse. whenever he leaves the bookshop, free as he is told he is to do whatever he is told he fancies, crowley tells him it would do you well to be happy. remember what i can do to you.

aziraphale doesn't know exactly what the plant can do, magical-properties wise, and he isn't sure crowley knows either. more specifically, he doesn't know what the plant can do for crowley that he doesn't already have. but it wouldn't do him any good to ask. he's not sure he wants to know.

all he knows, and all he has to, is that his happiness fuels the plant's growth. that one day, crowley had, unsuspectingly, took out a piece of him like god had with adam's rib, and somehow tied his essence to that plant. and so it grows from his happiness. and so he dies if the plant does. and so if the plant grows to its fullest, he... well, it remains to be seen. it's just a little give and take, except it's all parasitic with no benefits.

it started with a seed, then a stem—just one—and a flower. it grew slowly, an inch every few years, and now the flower has bloomed. it isn't over yet, though, crowley told him. that's how he phrased it. not the plant hasn't fully grown, but it isn't over yet.

then, in the middle of the thriving, deceptively sunflower-yellow petals: a fruit. green with immaturity, inedible hardness. it won't always look like this, crowley told him, as if he were really the mother to a young and ignorant daughter, unknowing of how any of the outside world functioned. but they both knew better. i know, he said back, and smiled.

it's uncertainty that's more agonising than anything, even the certainty of agony. the last few days—there is no timeline to the growth of a magical one-of-a-kind plant, but anticipation brews in accordance with the law anyway—buzz with a flat sort of curiosity, morbid on aziraphale's part, or maybe the both of theirs. that depends on how much crowley cares about what happens to him. still, or maybe because of this, he goes about his day as he always does. when he comes back in for the final time each night, he casts a glance over to the plant by the fireplace. he's trained himself to look only once a day, only then, as if the plant is an inconsequential part of his life. each night there's nothing, and he's relieved, and disappointed.

he doesn't sleep, but he does retire, and it's a perfectly normal morning when he leaves his room to the faint aroma of tea awaiting him below. he pads downstairs and sits next to crowley on the couch, where he's slid a cup of tea across the small round table. steaming hot and with a cube of sugar, just how he likes it. when he looks up to murmur his thanks, the look on crowley's face stops him short. it's nothing out of the ordinary, the same golden eyes and face lines, save for the barely-there, malevolent smirk. aziraphale isn't stupid. he looks over at the plant.

and oh, look. the fruit is finally ripe.

[wintrsss]

.ೃ࿐ INTRODUCTION

this is a redo my rules/ intro, so if this seems similar, that's why. lots has changed so feel free to reread. ^^

Helloo, I’m wintrsss, and welcome to my blog! I’ll be writing my own little ideas/scenarios for the character’s below, but if you’d like to personally request something, go ahead and request it through my ask box! (Requests are also really appreciated.)

Constructive criticism is much obliged! Let me know if there’s anything I can improve on and I’ll try my hardest to do so!

If at any time something I make contains spoilers, I will try to mark it as such.

I tend to get busy for random periods of time, so please understand.

.ೃ࿐ REQUEST GUIDELINES

what's stated below can be subject to change. if you have any questions, let me know!

(TMTL: too many to list. I'll probably accept most characters requested, if it's not an absurd amount, but don't be surprised if I don't write for someone!)

(Inc. dlc: includes characters in the DLC(s) of the game. Npc's, bosses, etc)

(+: this means that the person mentioned before and after this sign go hand in hand; character x reader x character)

I CURRENTLY WRITE FOR— death stranding (sam p. bridges, higgs monaghan, cliff unger), dark souls 1-3 (TMTL, Inc. dlc), elden ring (TMTL, Inc. dlc), bloodborne (TMTL, Inc. dlc), lies of p (pinocchio, alidoro, romeo), demons souls (ostrava, yurt, garl vinland + maiden astraea), sekiro: shadows die twice (wolf, genichiro, isshin, emma, owl), witch hat atelier (qifrey, olruggio, easthies, beldaruit, utowin, hieheart)

I WILL ACCEPT— headcanons, fluff, yandere, poly.

I WONT ACCEPT— character x character, character x oc, minor x adult, full-on fics, mental illnesses/ disorders towards the reader (I don’t have much knowledge on this topic and don’t want to write them wrong and offend anyone!), any vague requests like (can you do [character] x reader hcs?) so please be specific on what you want!

.ೃ࿐ MASTERLISTS

—death stranding

[kobadashi]

Updating my commissions!

My commissions are open! $5 per 1k words! I mostly do NSFW. Some chapters are available on my profile, but most of my stuff is on AO3!

I’ll write for fandoms like JJBA, CSM, JJK, Demon Slayer, Dark Souls, What We Do in the Shadows, Elden Ring, Ancient Magus’ Bride, RWBY, Transformers, Attack on Titan, Fire Punch, Legend of Zelda, Resident Evil 4, Mortal Kombat, Goodnight Punpun, Tokyo Revengers, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Soul Eater, Junji Ito, and non-fandom stuff, just no real people!

I’m open to write lots of things, but naturally, there are things I won’t write. I’ll listt those here!

I won’t write minors or animals in sexual situations. I also won’t write ageplay, bodily gas, or weight gain/feederism.

my own likes are pretty strange, don’t be afraid if you think your idea is too weird! I’ll never be mean, I’ll likely write it, but if not, I’ll politely tell you it’s not for me :3

Here’s my AO3 link where you can view nearly everything I’ve written!

[t1meslayer]

Fallout (Ch. 2 - "Object Permanence")

Oops guess who got a little busy this week and forgot to do a teaser post for the next "Fallout" chapter release?

I mean... Surprise!

Y'all like surprise content. Right?

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Fandom: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet (part of my "Paldea's Fearsome Foursome" series)

Characters: Florian (& Ogerpon and Miraidon), Arven (& Mabosstiff)

Summary: Florian and Arven decide what they should do about a newly discovered threat to the Paldea region. Meanwhile, their Pokemon eat sandwiches.

Want to catch up from the beginning? Check out my "Fallout" introduction post and story recap!

In lieu of a text preview, please enjoy this excerpt from the actual, for real scan of Occulture magazine that I included in my fic. That's right; I got the actual publication in my house. It's here. Next to me.

And he's in it:

[general-luce]

Since it’s complete now, here’s a link to the trilogy, too! 

[warriordragonart]

A collection of my Ashen One (Lia) for the soul. Areas left to right:

1: Undead Settlement (Meeting Yoel)

2: High Wall of Lothric (Raising the banner)

3: Ariandel (~spoilers~)

4: Smouldering Lake (Campsite relaxation)

[moonriserworld]

has satosugu dark academia been done? it should be done. i will do it