#destan-mixtios

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

I had to homebrew a patron for a made up dnd campaign the ocs participate in. But picrew was not strong enough for the vibes. Have a fic.

An almost ethereal, sort of uneasy music began to play from Serafim’s laptop. The table was quiet for the most part, going over their character sheets, marking down what was used during the last few encounters. A reprieve, they were at the inn for the evening after all, about to engage in a long rest.

“Orian.”

Serafim’s voice broke the quietness, Fennel looking up from his sheet like a deer in the headlights to be called out. “You mentioned earlier that Azrael speaking of his angelic connection, to Cadriel, reminded you..” Serafim leaned forward some, his eyes trained on the warlock player. “You have never actually spoken to your Patron. And that’s true, you haven’t.”

“Uh ohhh..”

Marilla leaned back in her chair, smile on her face as she watched the scene before her unfold. “I want you, in front of everyone, to roll a d20. Just a flat roll.” Serafim watched as his brother took one of the character dice that’d been crafted for him, rolling it on the table for everyone to see. “A sixteen, wonderful.”

Fennel placed the dice back on his side of the table. “Orian you are getting ready for bed, alone in this inn room for the evening. And as you’re getting ready for bed, that conversation in mind. You realise, on a sixteen, if you were to summon your patron. It may very well appear to you.” A chorus of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ filled the table as Fennel was left with a choice.

“Prophet? Are you listening?”

“Whoosh..” Serafim changed the music, string instruments, played delayed and slow. “A cold begins to fill you as the room around you grows darker. You’ve been hit with frost damage before, this is colder than that.” Fennel grimaced, he didn’t like the sound of that. “The standing mirror in the room begins to crack.”

“Can I go look at it?” Serafim nodded. “Okay, I begin to inspect the mirror then.”

“As you reach out and touch the cracks, you realise the mirror on your side isn’t actually cracked.” Serafim took a sip of his water. “Where you touch frosts over but it doesn’t feel any colder.” He paused to let the moment really sink in. “And then the mirror begins to fog. It also gets dark.”

“What did Orian summon? Holy shit.” Fennel exhaled and leaned back in his chair. Marilla snorted, shaking her head while Araceli leaned forward, utterly invested.

“You realise, as your reflection in the mirror begins to disappear, the grand clock in the room has stopped ticking. The loud tick tock you said was annoying is gone, and you are left in piercing silence.” Serafim smiled as Fennel sank in his chair. He then snapped, drawing everyone’s attention. “The mirror gives out one final loud crack. And as the fog begins to fill the room rather than the mirror, you see someone standing behind you.”

“I turn around with my dagger drawn.”

Serafim nods, looking down at something on his laptop before looking back up. “This hooded figure towers over you. Which usually isn’t very difficult, you are a satyr. But it is tall. You’d want to guess maybe eight to nine feet.” Céfiro made a face, Faer elbowing to keep him quiet. “‘You have called for me?’” Serafim’s voice dropped some, using magic to make his words seem more echoey.

“Prophet?”

“The figure nods at you.”

“Can I see anything else or is it too dark?”

“You can sense it’s shrouding itself in magical darkness. However.. From under its hood you can see long flowing hair. Or what you would guess is hair. But the harder you try to figure out the colour, the less you can pinpoint it. It seems to shift between hues of blue, purple, black, red..” Fennel nodded, taking a few notes wordlessly.

“‘What need you?’ It asks.”

“I just wanted to see if you would come.”

Fennel exhaled again, he really didn’t have a plan for this. “You watch as The Prophet steps forward, but it doesn’t seem to connect with the ground as it takes those steps. That magical darkness is obscuring most of its features, but as it gets closer you can see shadows are creeping up almost ghostly pastel blue legs.”

“Like shoes?? Sorry, I’m not there.”

Serafim shrugged though, nodding. “It stops in front of you and peers down at you. From this angle you think you can see its face. But you have the same problem you have with its hair, in that what you’re seeing, keeps changing. First you think it has black eyes that are leaking a red liquid, then black eyes that are leaking a black liquid, black sclera with bright blue pupils..”

“Can I roll.. I don’t know, an insight or something? Anything to figure out what it's deal is?” Serafim nodded again and Fennel sighed, sitting up to grab his die. “Shit uh that’s only..” Fennel grabbed his character sheet squinting at it. “Thirteen.”

“On a thirteen, you really can’t read it. Not its face at least, on a thirteen you think from its body language, that it's curious.”

“Okay.. Orian clears his throat, and he-”

When Fennel paused, Serafim spoke again. “‘You seem lost. Is this place disorientating you? Few travel to a domain I can materialise.’” Another few ‘ooohs’ “The Prophet lifts its hand, and places it on your hand. And you realise those same shadows creeping up its legs? Are also creeping up its arms. Its fingers don’t feel quite solid to you.”

“It’s just hard to believe you’re the one granting me my magic, is all.”

“The Prophet sort of tilts its head at that, and you get a better look at its face. It certainly seems to be a pastel shade of blue, and as you look into its eyes, they seem to finally stick? The sclera is black with a bright blue iris, you can’t tell if its ooze dripping from its eyes or if it's more of those weird shadows. There also seems to be.. Cracks? Along its facial skin.”

“‘Is it?’” The music was turned off completely, the room quiet, almost eerily so. “‘I am all that is, all that was, all that will be. When all is gone, I will remain. I have foreseen countless futures and lived countless pasts.’ You are filled with a sense of dread as its voice begins to overlap, like more than one person is speaking.”

“Will I-” Fennel sat forward, head almost snapping to Serafim. “Will I become like you?”

“The ticking of the clock slowly becomes audible, but it's faded, like its several rooms over. ‘Does time have a sense of self, dear champion?’ It gets louder, like a beating in your ears. ‘You have work yet to be completed.’”

“Wait! I’m not done asking questions?!”

“Whoosh…. You’re back in the normal inn room, the clock says that no time has passed since you last looked at it. And that’s where we’ll leave it for tonight!”

“WHAT?!”

“HELLO???”

[cat-buried-in-tall-grass]

decided against vesu ft plushlee but please do look at them

[foxboystims]

Serafim Destan-Mixtio w/ snakes for @cerasus--flores

(X X X, X X X, X X X)

[cerasus--flores]

spiced maple syndrome where instead of brain there's vesper and alee. is this anything.

[foeniculi--vulpes]

I'M SO FUCKING GAY

[paulum--mortis]

nsfw a-z for fennel

bc i'm thinking bunny thoughts and i can't sleep and if this is incoherent forgive me

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

BIIIIIIIG softie,,,,,,whether he topped or bottomed he don't care he wants snuggles !! and kisses !!!!!

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

painter boy has some niiiiiiice ass hands and he knows it. wonderfully long fingers for SURE. def a hip enjoyer,,,,, grips em a lot

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

uh it. it sure is. cum. ig. likes finishing on his partner's chest ig

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

closet exhibitionist,,,,,, like he wouldn't fuck you in front of a crowd but he's absolutely jacked off to the thought yk???

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

uhhhhhhhh i'm doing 24y/o fen and. decently experienced??? absolutey picked up on mieran and vesper's flirting skills for sure. he Knows What He's Doing, he j gets a lil shy sometimes if there's feelings involved <3

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

depends on the mood??? he's a slut for some loving missionary but he s not above the temptations of like. valedictorian yk

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

he's not all that humorous??? but like he knows how to go along w the vibe and if the vibe calls for a giggle he giggles

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he trims some of it from time to time?? it's black tho lmao no pastel pink pubes i'm afraid

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

ooooooh he can be SUCH a sweetheart... hold his partner's hand, tell them how much he loves them, cover them in kisses,,,,,, the whole package

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

mutual masturbation is HIS thing bro he LOVES IT he DIES FOR IT he finds it so hot,,,,,, gets a li more domineering w it too it's v v 😳

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

it's all about the b's. breeding, bondage, blindfolding, and breath play <3

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

again, he's got a few public/semi public fantasies, but for what actually goes on i think he's v fond of his dorm room??? someplace where they can't actually be annoyed, maybe even his and mieran's studio at the manor

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

kiss his collarbones while he's painting and he'll make the neediest squeak on recorded history, nibble on his neck while he's reading up on some magic and you'll be getting slammed against the nearest wall

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

if his partner mentions piss, even as a joke, he immediately summons his shotgun.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

he's v v good at giving oral but he just loves receiving so much,,,,,,,, soooo needy <3

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

also depends?? if he's on one of his softboi moods he's v slow and sweet, but he's also so rough and fast and mean when he wants to be,,,,

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he obviously prefers proper sex but he wouldn't really turn down a quickie,,,, not his preference but finds em a lil hot ngl

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

again, dreams of fucking in a stage, but yeah !!! he always places a billion safety nets first but he's down for most shit

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

he naturally inclines, physically and magically, to bunnies. there's your answer.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

maybe a vibrator or two??? not really his thing tho, doesn't cross his mind all that much

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

fennel rarely STARTS the teasing but if you dared tease him a lil you're in for it. a slightly spicy comment at your coffee date is retaliated with a hand between your legs under the tablecloth (punish him for it tho he'll love it)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

if he's on top? a lil chatty, grunts, pants, the occasional low moan... on bottom he's so loud tho. whiniest mf ever. shut him up w a kiss (he'll melt)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

partner in his clothes flips a switch inside of him. it's the "prevent fennel from railing his partner absolutely speechless". it flips it off.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i do Not Know how to describe dicks i'm fully ngl to you. 7.3in tho.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

moderate to high... good thing he gets a decent amount of bitches ig

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he'll wait til the mood is right and everyone is clean and all but the second all is said and done?? conks out lmao gn a mimir

[theinkedfoxsl]

Fully crying over fennel destan-mixtio rn

[perfect--shot]

it's the destan-mixtio farm. what do you THINK

"I will marry this stupid black haired man no matter what."

A marriage proposal???

[taraxacum-vulpes]

📸

Two destan-mixtios huh..

just....keeping tabs on them..... for now........

[perfect--shot]

destan-mixtio dms out of context:

[heyitslanesl]

The fates are cruel, and death is unbiased. People die all the time, that doesn't make them special.

Destiny is stupid but if I must appease it to make sure my family truly lives up to its name, then so be it. If I can do better than my parents.

|Lane|21|He/They|

Your Eminence, Cardinal Alee Destan-Mixtio. Don't forget that title, don't forget that name. I have become so much more than you could have ever possibly known. And I owe nothing to you. This was all me.

Some Things;

Yes, I'm that Lane<3

If you're from Genshinblr and not a friend of mine, don't bother lol.

If you're proship, die<3

I think people who write Dark Content are weird<3

I'm not here often enough to care about you<3

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

MerMay Day 10 ; Recycle

Prompt By: @/mossypidder

It started as just a little thing.

An accidental tradition.

But as their family grew, so did their ability to give back to others. 

An initiative presented by the orphanage, a beach cleanup day every August. 

Money raised for the beach cleanup went towards ocean cleanup too, ensuring it was more than just their city that benefited from the Destan-Mixtio’s charity. 

Alee slumped into the sand, his hat doing little to keep him cool against the forty degree heat. He brought his water bottle to his lips, watching the children as they picked up garbage on the sand. It was way too hot and he was barely surviving with the sunscreen coating his delicate skin. His heavy long hair wasn’t helping him either.

He had to remind himself it was for a good cause as he watched Marilla and Araceli argue over whether a piece of plastic was clean enough to recycle or not. The two girls bickered between each other when the plastic container in Marilla’s hand was drenched in water.

Serafim simply went on his way, heading off to assist some of the younger orphans with their garbage bags. Marilla threw the plastic into one of the labeled recycling bins, beaming at her sister as if she’d somehow won something.

Alee blinked in surprise when a familiar head of orange hair hit his shoulder, also very warm. “Too hot?” The prophet inquired, looking down at his child slumped pathetically against him. River nodded pitifully, their pale skin already burned despite the sunscreen still casting a visible sheen on their skin.

He unscrewed his water bottle again, offering it to them. They were quick to take it, downing whatever water may have remained in the bottle much to Alee’s amusement. They handed the bottle back and he took it, setting it back down beside him now that it was empty.

Even their signing was sluggish as they lifted their hands.

“Too hot.”

Their hands dropped back down to their lap, huffing quietly. Like father, like child. Alee nodded. It was too hot.

“Come on you two!”

Vesper called from nearby, one of the orphanage girls on xyr shoulder limp and overheated, no doubt. Alee whined, falling backwards onto the sand, his hat covering his face. River huffed in annoyance at having their pillow so rudely removed from them.

Before either could react, water soaked the two of them, causing River to gasp and Alee to shriek in surprise. Vesper whistled innocently, turning and quickly taking off towards Mieran who was in charge of the organization aspect of it all.

Alee set up, wet hat falling to his lap, red eyes flashed in the sun as he looked for his spouse. And despite the relative lack of normal human beings, Vesper’s choice to run to Mieran meant he couldn’t just fireball xem. Mieran had all the paperwork.

“I’ll get you Mixtio!”

Cirino waved his hand lazily as he walked by, drying the two off with relative ease. River ran their fingers through their hair, trying to pat down the now frizzy orange strands sticking up into the air. Alee smiled apologetically at their child, nothing would save either of their hair at this point. An unfortunate truth.

At least Lumio was having fun.

Their inhuman form being climbed by various children to hang kelp and pop can plastics like decoration on their various branches. Their purrs sounded more like growls as Nerezza petted their head, clinging to them like a lifeline from her position somewhere between their neck and shoulders.

Before Alee could get up to continue helping however, Faer dove into his lap, the young boy clinging to him immediately.

Like father, like child and son.

River laid their head back down on Alee’s shoulder.

taglist: @cerasus--flores

[cat-buried-in-tall-grass]

11 to 20 for Caiden

from these !!

bar soap or liquid? do they like loofahs?

liquid, easier to foam up. doesn't love loofahs tho, Texture /neg

do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?

he's fine alone but,,,,, ever since ignas moved in,,,,,,,, he's become a bit of a cuddlebug !!! he got used to his baby okay?

do they like the room cold or hot when they sleep?

colder please,,,, he runs pretty hot + lives in cali

do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?

only when it's exam season! he can't afford to have a fucky sleep schedule, he's an athlete + peré taught him better. the fact that his roommate boif makes him stay up is. irrelevant.

do they know how to drive? do they like to drive?

he knows the basics?? but he doesn't really drive. he'll learn! promise!

do they prefer taxis / buses / subways, etc? or none of the above?

he prefers his baby drives him around. but he'll take the subway it's whatever lol

do they have pets? what kind? dogs, cats, etc?

the destan-mixtio pets !!! cats and dogs, even if they're technically his dads' and not his

do they prefer cats or dogs? or neither?

looks at his ears. and tail. and general existence. what do you think.

what are their phobias? do they have any at all?

he doesn't have any proper phobias?? shit he's scared of, maybe, but nothing really terrifies him in particular.

what do they hate being teased about? are they teased often?

he doesn't like when ppl tease about how speedy and rash he is,,,,,,, it's not his fault he's all about speed :( it doesn't happen super often tho

[foxboystims]

AND a serafim destan-mixtio stimboard,,,,, with snakes,,,,,, please

uploaded! hope you like it :)

[foeniculi--vulpes]

the new destan-mixtio kid?? i guess?

[praebitorem-glaciei]

Alee "I don't have a breeding kink that'd be weird haha.. Anyways." Destan vs Vesper "Uhuh right... You totally have no kinks." Mixtio vs Alee "Exactly. None. I am normal." Destan