#everyone come join the manifesting circle

[maddiewritesstucky]

Sweetheart, what...you’re naked, what’s...did you wanna...are you making nudes? What, what is this...”

AURGHHHH fuck me sideways, the way you write this man just wrecks me 😭😭😭😂

WHERE IS MY SILVER STEVE I NEED ONE RN

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Listen I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again — Silver Steve is best Steve. 100% organic, pesticide-free, ethically sourced husband material. No one else out there is doing it like him, and that is both admirable and depressing.

[diamondluvie]

When weki meki comes back and they don't get a full album I will RIOT

[malusokay]

Glow-up tips that actually work from your favourite beauty girly (me)

Hot girls don't gatekeep, so here are some of my favourite glow-up tips that actually work. <3

Skin

Find a skincare routine that works for you!! It took me years to find mine, but now my skin is literally perfect. <3 (let me know if you guys want a detailed skincare routine!!)

Don't pick your skin, the less you touch your face, the better.

I believe ice rollers are bs…

If you struggle with dark circles, don't try fixing them through skincare. Most likely, the problem comes from your diet or stress.

Dry brushing is a game-changer!!

Use lotion after every shower and apply a body spray before the lotion is fully absorbed into your skin. You'll smell amazing for DAYS.

Don't try homemade skincare if you already struggle with your skin. I learned it the hard way, lol…

WASH YOUR MAKEUP BRUSHES

Hair

The more heat you use, the more damage you'll have.

SILK PILLOWCASES

Never sleep with wet or damp hair.

Stop buying cheap shampoo and conditioner, also make sure to check the ingredients!!

Some ingredients to avoid: Sulfates, Parabens, Polyethene Glycols, Triclosan, Formaldehyde, Synthetic Fragrances and Colors, Dimethicone, Retinyl Palmitate.

I trim my hair every 3 months.

If you have damaged hair, invest in some Olaplex!! my favourites are N4c, N6 and N7. <3

Diet

green juice actually makes you feel better. I make mine at home and LOVE it :)

Balance is key!! I swear by the 80/20 rule.

Drink more water, even if you think you're drinking enough. DRINK MORE

Keto is BS <3

Focus on eating more protein. Usually, low-fat products have more protein, so I just try to buy those, lol.

I eat gluten-free, not by choice… But it did clear my acne, so…

Take supplements, get a blood test done, discuss it with a doctor and start taking whatever they recommend. GAME CHANGER.

EAT MORE VEGETABLES and fruits.

Lifestyle

Focus on being more active, walk more, workout, join a club or sport, dance, whatever works for you!!

I aim for 10K steps, I live in a big city, so I usually walk more than that but still.

Hobbies that don't include screen time. Trust me.

Find your personal style and ALWAYS dress up. <3

TREAT YOURSELF. Buy yourself flowers, and presents, go to your favourite restaurants, vacations!!

Read more. As a classics lover, I can't imagine a life without literature, but even if you don't like classics, any book is better than no book!!

Take more pictures. I've noticed that I have become a lot more present since I've started taking more pictures!! highly recommend :)

I hate to say this, but getting up earlier is lowkey kinda great... been doing it for a few weeks, and unfortunately, I do feel better... they were right...

Get a cat. :)

Mindset

Stop assuming that everyone hates you, they don't, trust me.

Journaling, manifesting, law of attraction, affirmations.

one of my favourite affirmations: "if I weren't capable, the opportunity wouldn't have come my way; I belong here." <3

Stop hanging out with people who drain your energy

stop consuming media that makes you feel bad.

What would the highest version of yourself do?

If you change your mindset, you will change your life.

Romanticise every aspect of your life. <3

As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and glow-up tips in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧✩

[lnfours]

* ✰. — supernatural | l.n

summary: this love’s possessing me, but i don’t mind at all ; a new year with the same boy, but in a different way.

warnings: fluff, another friends to lovers!au brought to you by yours truly, based off ‘supernatural’ by ariana grande, pining so damn hard, a hint of language, not proofread bc i can’t sleep and i have this on my mind

masterlist | listen

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you weren’t really sure when things changed with lando. how the once platonic touches turned into lingering ones that left a fire burning beneath his fingertips. how quick glances turned into longing stares before the other would notice and a quick shift of vision. everything suddenly meant something.

of course, everyone had put money on it years ago. they all had a gut feeling that at some point, things would come clear to the both of you that you were meant to be all along. how all those past relationships, situationships and failed first dates never worked out because no one could compare. and as always, the two of you would always shut it down. quick to reassure your other friends that if it ever were to happen, it’d ruin a life long friendship which was far more important.

they didn’t want to hear it though. always giving a slight nod, a ‘sure’ or a ‘we’ll see about that’. and boy were they right. they were onto the both of you before you even started. assumptions slowly coming to life as they all watched how the two of you acted around the other all of a sudden. how he’d always have an arm around you, not in a protective way, but in a ‘i need you right here with me’ kind of way. they all noticed how you never backed away, how you’d simply melt into him as the night progressed. your head leaning back on his shoulder as you talked. or how you would slip a hand around his back, occasionally drawing shapes onto the thin material of his shirts. a simple giveaway to them about something you didn’t even know was happening yet.

but now it was new years, the house party buzzing with people and music and everything in between. a celebration of the end of another year and into a new one with new beginnings. manifestations of good things in the air as the music played through the speakers of the house.

you were sat on the couch, drink in hand as you laughed with some of your mutual friends. lando couldn’t help but keep glancing over at you, eyes dancing over the way your eyes sparkled in the dim lighting. how your eyes creased when you laughed and smiled, how suddenly you were all he could see in a room full of people.

“mate,�� max’s voice brought him back to earth, “did you hear what i said or were you too busy eye-fucking y/n?”

lando turned to his best friend, eyebrows pulled together, “what?”

he was trying not to get defensive. trying so hard not to tell his best friend that he wasn’t eye-fucking you, but rather looking over at you lovingly. looking at you as his heart went a mile a minute, scanning over all the features of your face for the millionth time, but all of a sudden taking this time, right here, right now, to try to memorize it. memorize everything little thing that made you perfect to him.

“c’mon, mate,” max sighed, almost as if he was tired of the same story, “you’ve been staring at her for the past five minutes. when are you going to go tell her you love her?”

lando swallowed the sip of his drink, rolling his eyes at his friend, “i don’t know what you’re on about.”

“please,” pietra joined the conversation now, arm linked on max’s, “you’re a terrible liar. you both are.”

he looked at the blonde with curiosity in his eyes. you both are? what was that supposed to mean? could it be-

he was about to ask before she spoke, “listen, you’re both single. clearly you’re into each other, just go talk to her!”

and with that, the couple was gone. off to join the circle of people in the living room who were counting down to midnight. he looked at the time on his phone, twenty minutes to the new year. to the new chapter he had desperately been craving.

he took another sip of his drink before he felt a hand on his shoulder, a soft ‘excuse me’ echoing in his ears. he looked up, a smile on your face as you squeezed past the person next to him to stand beside lando. he was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him in the crowded area.

you smiled, tucking a strand of hair from your face, with your free hand as the other wrapped around his neck, “hey,”

“hey,” he smiled right back at you, “feeling okay?”

you nodded, “i am now, yeah.”

oh if his heart wasn’t already flying out of his chest, it sure was now. your smile alone could send him over the moon. your fingers absentmindedly reaching towards the curls at the nape of his neck, twisting them lightly between your fingers. you loved when he kept his hair a little longer than normal so you could do this.

little did you know, he kept it a little longer just for you to do it.

“want something to drink? i can go grab you something,”

you shook your head, “i’m okay, thank you,”

he nodded back at you, “so, find your new years kiss yet?”

you scrunched your nose, looking around the house, “have you seen the people here? i don’t think i’ll have much luck. you?”

he shrugged, “haven’t had much luck either, but i also haven’t even really been looking.”

you laughed softly, “you haven’t?”

he shook his head, looking past you to look at the clock. ten minutes.

“i mean,” he started, “there’s one girl but i don’t know if she’s into me.”

you raised an eyebrow, trying not to let your face fall as your heart went to your feet, “well, what’s she look like?”

he swallowed a sip from his drink, “she’s gorgeous, even when she thinks she isn’t, she is. she’s really smart, possibly the smartest in the room right now. and she likes to go out, but she’d much rather curl up on the couch and put a movie on or read a book or something. and she keeps me in line, knows when to bring my ego back to earth.”

you smiled softly, “she sounds great.”

“she is,” he scanned your facial features, “she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

you sucked in a breath, “is she here?”

“yeah,” he smiled softly, “she’s right in front of me.”

suddenly the world stopped. it felt like time stood still as you stood in front of him. it was like you two were the only ones in the room.

“lando,” you breathed out, unsure of what to say. every birthday wish, every shooting star, you had used for this very moment. and now it was unfolding in front of you, and nothing has made you feel so many things at once quite like this has.

five minutes to the new year.

he smiled back at you, the toothy grin you had learned to fall in love with no matter how much he picked it apart whenever he would take pictures. you loved the little gap between his teeth, the way the moles and freckles charted his skin like constellations. constellations just for you. it was right here in this moment that everything everyone has ever said started to make you realize it has been him all along.

“i know it’s scary and new and every thing we always thought was something that was going to ruin our friendship,” he said, “but i can’t help it. i’m falling in love with you.”

the people around you started counting down, “59, 58, 57…”

“i’m falling in love with you, too,” you said, eyes scanning over his, green with specks of blue and oh so pretty, “i’ve been in love with you since the moment we met.”

he stood now, pulling you closer to him. 30, 29, 28…

“i want this,” he said, “i want you. i always have, and im sorry it took me this long to finally admit it.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck as his snaked around your middle. he was holding you as close as possible, and although it wasn’t a new experience to be this close, to take in the smell of his cologne, the smell of his shampoo and the cream he used to style his stupidly perfect curls. it wasn’t new to experience everything that made him ten times more irresistible, but right now, your heart was about to fly out of your chest at the feeling of him being this close before. a step into uncharted territory and you were growing impatient by the second. wanting nothing more than to just call him yours already. to let the world know that he was yours and yours only. to let your friends know that they were right all along, ready to hear the ‘i told you so’s as long as it kept him right here.

“i’m sorry, too.” you said. and you meant it. you had wished this had happened sooner, you couldn’t help but wonder that if it had, where you two would be now. what your little life would’ve looked like right about now.

with ten seconds left on the clock, he smiled and mumbled to you softly, “be my new years kiss,”

you smiled back at the curly haired boy you’ve loved your whole life, “i wouldn’t want you to kiss anyone else.”

five, four, three, two, one…

there were yells of celebration in the air, the echo of the fireworks on the tv. everyone either toasting to the new years or ringing in a new year with their loved by celebrating with a kiss. but you paid no mind to any of it, to any of the noise circling around you as you took in the way his lips slotted against yours. how his lips tasted like the cherry lip balm you had lent him earlier on in the night with a hint of the whiskey he had been nursing. his hands holding you in place in front of him, yours wrapping around his neck as he took it a step further and licked against your bottom lip.

everything about it sent butterflies straight to your stomach because after all this time, all the dreaming about this moment, it finally happened. you two had managed to crack, let down the facade. and truthfully, it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders and it made you question why neither of you came clean sooner.

his nose pressed against yours and you laughed softly, meeting his eyes. he was smiling back at you, wrapping a strand of your hair around his finger before slotting it back behind your ear.

he licked his lips, the both of you basking in each other after years and years of pining, “wanna get out of here?”

“please,” you sighed, and with that he led you through the crowd around you. led you to the door of the house party, nodding and bidding his few goodbyes before heading out. you held onto his arm the whole way, until he was unlocking the doors to the mclaren parked down the street. he opened the door for you, just like he always had, and you slid in. this time as he closed the door, you couldn’t help but notice the shift of energy. the way everything was unfolding was nothing less than exciting.

he climbed in on the drivers side, starting the car before slotting his hand with yours.

“mine or yours?”

you shrugged, looking over at him with a smile, “doesn’t matter,”

he nodded, pressing your hand to his lips as he pulled away from the curb. and really, it didn’t matter to you. because you would follow him anywhere. even to the ends of the earth and back.

which, of course he knew that. because he’d do the same for you.

[liviawildrose]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟏/𝟏𝟏 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

hey everyone sorry for being inactive i was working on myself, experimenting with stuff to write some really good blogs for you guys also researching for the blog. so while i was on a quest i stumbled upon some reels and stuff about manifestations and stuff. even tho the video was mainly focused on manifesting love but i think there’s so much more to it so let’s get started, so tomorrow is 11/11/2024 also 11/11, which is like the best day to manifest things into your lives. and also if you’ve been not so productive lately (just like me) tomorrow is a great day to start your glow up journey too

why 11/11 is magic?

in numerology, 11 is the number of intuition, alignment, and awakening. and tomorrow is 11/11 this isn’t just a day; it’s a doorway, a chance to harness universal energy and shift into the reality you’re craving.

this the ritual i’m gonna perform tomorrow

1. create a safe space - light up candle or like me burn incense stick pray to your god (if you’re religious) or universe and ask for their blessing and guidance to make all your dreams come true

2. write down about your future self - self explanatory but i want elaborate on things, so the thing is i want you to write down things about your future self. as in how does she dress? what kinda vibe she has? what her inner circle is like? what career/ job she has? what kinda men surround her? what type of energy she brings to the table? etc etc you get point right? write down a to z about the person you’re trying to become in present tense. for example:- you want to be a rich person. so you will write down “i’m a rich and wealthy person” and i also want you to draw an imagery of this person you’re trying to be, you can also prompt chatgpt to make a image about this person you’re tryna be. and keep this paper on which you wrote this down as well as the photo with you at all times, in your purse, a small charm bag along with a crystal etc (there is absolutely no restriction go all in with whatever you want to write IT WILL MANIFEST)

you can also plant this paper in the soil of your home plant too if you want (but i’m planning to make a different blog about this ritual so stay tuned loves)

in my opinion do both chat gpt prompt as well as draw your future self yourself

3. time your manifestation to 11:11 – at 11:11, whether am or pm (i’m planning on doing this am and pm both) sit quietly with your intentions. take three deep breaths, close your eyes, and visualize your life with these manifestations in it. see every detail, feel it as if it’s already happening.

4. release and trust – here’s the final step: let it go. surrender your desires to the universe. trust that what you’ve asked for is already on its way to you, because it is. we dont chase we attract 🫦

if you want to join me on this journey of becoming a higher self. please comment, like, reblog, and follow let's embrace the glow of together.

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 18

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 18: Blackwater

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Reagan and I weren't having a great week.

Reagan was starting to get teased about Lucas by girls who weren't her friends. Even some of the boys joined in and would make passing comments. She felt further and further alienated. It grew worse, still, when one of the girls made a comment on her magiclessness and she turned it into a fight.

After the fight, I knew I needed to get her out of the haven for a break. I needed it, too, after everything with Alastor. So I took her with me to another ring fight attack.

As promise to Lucifer, I asked Charlie to stay in the haven and teleport everyone back when we were ready. I managed to convince her by telling her we needed her to explain everything to the newcomers and get them settled. She jumped on it right away.

This ring fight was a legal one. Vox's technology was growing ever bigger and broadcasting the legal ring fights became a norm. There was one stretch of land that was unclaimed by any Overlords but was frequently checked on to ensure no Humans were plotting anything. There was no order, no law, nothing but a different version of Hell on the surface. It was effectively called the Badlands.

The ring owner had put on social media that the top five winners would be released. I knew better than to believe that. So I made sure to arrive before the ring ended to save those poor five souls from being killed anyways. I kept Reagan hidden safely in the forest well away from here.

After the last ring fight, I waited for them to announce the five fighters who could be released. Instead of killing them, they were put into an enclosed vehicle and driven away from the ring and town.

I shifted into my Dragon form and hastily followed in the shadows. I ran for what felt like thirty minutes before they arrived at a dark, double storied building. Unlike most other old buildings from before the Great Collapse, this one sat in the middle of a forest. It would be extremely rare for someone to just 'come across it'. It was hard to see its exact layout since the trees blocked the moonlight. The sun was rising but it wouldn't do anything until it came above the horizon.

I teleported Reagan to me and explained what had happened. "We'll go into town as soon as I see what this is," I said.

"Do you think it's Blackwater?" she asked. She was the only one aside from myself, Husker, Charlie and Alastor to know of Blackwater and his threats. We didn't want to panic the town but I felt she deserved to know.

"At this point anything could be. Wait here, please." I melted with my shadow, Alcine, and snaked into the shadows on the inside of the building. The first floor was plain. A large fireplace burned on one side and a circle of chairs sat in the center.

Each chair held one of the fighters, a metal headband strapped tightly on to prevent them from using magic. They looked exhausted and possibly drugged.

Before I could watch further, Reagan's yell caught my attention. I sprang back to her and manifested as my Dragon form. The man fell away from her and casted a bright blue shield over himself. I had never seen such magic and resorted to staying planted over Reagan, lips pulled back in an ugly snarl.

The man laughed. "Well well well, here you are. Gotta say, that was some show with your Striker fellow." He stood up and dropped the shield, revealing himself as the man who had teleported Reagan and I into Hell that one time.

The tendrils on my neck and back stood up sharper, my claws digging into the earth as I grew more nervous at the sight of him.

"The name's Finn, in case you forgot." He stood up and brushed dirt off his tailored clothes. "What is a such a lovely woman like yourself doing all the way out here?"

"What do you intend to do with those fighters?" I growled, half using magic to speak given my current form.

"What do I—What do I~ intend to do with them?" He began to laugh and even went as far as to lean against a tree. I shifted into my Demon form and helped Reagan to her feet, eyes never once leaving him. "I do love how much credit people give me. I'm not the master mind here. I'm the one who gets shit done, excuse my language. I'm the one people can depend on."

"Then allow me to rephrase," I hissed, "what does your boss intend to do with them?"

"Well that's a question for him, not me." He held one hand up to pick at his nails. His eyes shifted to something behind me but I felt nothing. There was nothing, no presence, no magic, nothing behind me. The wind was blowing against me so I couldn't smell anything either. My ears twitched and I stretched my hearing.

I heard breathing.

I spun too late. Something heavy and sharp connected with my head. I barely remember hitting the ground. I was spinning, seemingly infinitely, and couldn't ground myself. My magic was all over the place.

Cold water splashed my face, wrenching my soul back into my body and eyes snapping open. I coughed up the water that had gotten in my lungs and pulled against restraints on my wrists.

I lifted my head to find myself in a gray, blank room. Finn held an empty bucket in his hands and moved to put it down. As he moved, he revealed another man standing behind him.

This man wore a long, dirty brown coat and a black mask over the lower half is his face. His dark brown hair was short and messy, nearly hiding the pair of short red horns. He held his hands behind his back as he walked over to me, black boots knocking on the metal floor.

I straightened up, finally realizing what position I was in. Two chains pulled my arms from a higher position while two more chain my knees to the ground. I tried to sit up as straight as I could as the man stopped a hand's length away. His red glasses glared unemotionally down at me.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Python." His hands were sitting in his pockets. "The name's Blackwater."

My jaw clenched. This was him. This was the man creating all those devices. This was the man who kidnapped two Overlords who have yet to reveal if they're alive or not.

"What do you want?" I curled my claws into fists. My magic was still gone, the metal headband successfully keeping it out of my reach.

"A test subject."

"You didn't get enough from the two Overlords you kidnapped?" I retorted.

He shrugged. "They're still proving their worth to me."

Metal clanging caught my attention and I turned to see Finn pulling out the blood sucking device that was used on Spencer. I attempted to move but the chains kept me in my kneeled position. I let out a hiss when it hooked painfully onto my forearm. He turned on the machine and it began taking blood at an alarming rate.

"Let her go!" Reagan yelled. I hadn't noticed her tied to a chair in the corner of the room. "Take mine instead!"

My vision turned fuzzy when he moved away from me to stand in front of her. "Don't touch her," I slurred.

"You don't have to worry," his voice was light and uncomfortably friendly, "I don't kill children. But I will take some of that sweet blood." He ran his fingers along her exposed arm, causing her to pull away, eyes squeezed shut.

Finn took off the machine and packed it away. Blood dripped down my arm and stained my shirt. "She's magicless," I struggled to say. The world was tilted at a funny angle and my shoulders were hurting from the position they were being held in.

"Oh?" he sounded genuinely interested. "You're a true Human?"

"What does that mean?" she asked, voice quivering. He stopped his assault and took a step back to examine her fully.

"It means your family line has stayed pure since before the Great Collapse." When she showed no obvious sign of understanding, he let out a sigh and put his hands back in his coat pockets. "Magic was not a thing before the Great Collapse. Demons were leaked into our world and brought their wretched magic with them. They started having children with Humans and generations later, everyone had Demon's blood in them. You, my dear," he stood beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "are a rare, pure gem. You're not infected with their blood."

Reagan's eyes snapped over to mine. All I could think was - oh no.

He reached up to his face to remove his glasses and his horns. They were fake. "I, myself, am a pure Human." My eyes widened, mouth dropping open. He was a Human. He was a defenseless Human. No wonder he had made all those inventions. "And I'm so glad to have found another one to add to our family."

"Family?" she questioned with a tone of disgust.

"I've been all around the world and collected ten pure Humans. We're going to be the foundation of the new world. A world that isn't tainted by Demons." His eyes narrowed on me.

"We're not all bad," I tried, limply pulling against the chains. My energy was taking forever to return. "We've created a safe haven for everyone. A place where both sides can live peacefully together."

"That wont last long." He waved his hand dismissively. "Demons are ruthless killers and Humans can't fathom having anyone above them. It's better to return to the way things were before the Great Collapse."

"You don't even know what that looked like. You weren't there." I made a point on his age. As a Human, he was restrained to the age period of all other Humans that lasted under 100 years. Demons could live for centuries.

"But I know enough," he turned on his heel to face me. "My family line has made sure we stay pure. I grew up with stories about the old world, about their inventions, about their trifles. I've known since I was a kid that I was born in the wrong generation."

A thought came to mind. "You hate Demons and our magic, but you're giving out inventions that allow people to use that magic."

He hummed with a smile. "You're catching on." He moved away from Reagan to stand in front of me again. I had to sit back on my heels and crane my neck to keep our line of sight. "There's Demons and Slight Humans, which outnumber you all. If I bring the Slight Humans to the same level as Demons, it's only a matter of time before they hunt your kind to extinction."

"But then you have the same problem as before. Slight Humans are just replacing the Demons."

Blackwater moved to the case next to Finn. He opened the back and pulled out a vile of my blood. He held it up to the single light for a moment. It connected in my mind before he spoke.

"They require the blood of Demons to have that power. When the Demons are gone, what's left? Just Humans with small magic."

"And what? You'll kill them off somehow? Make them turn on each other?" I retorted.

"In a way." He lowered the vile and settled his gaze on me. "But we haven't gotten there yet. The problem remains of the Overlords holding power over us. I know your kind can hide away in Hell. This plan has to be full proof."

He tossed the vile to Finn who wasn't ready. He fumbled with it before it shattered on the floor. He picked his hand up from the shattered glass and looked uncertainly to Blackwater.

I wanted to ask him why he was telling me everything. I wanted to ask what I had to do with anything, or if I was just a means for blood caught at the wrong place at the wrong time?

My questions would go unanswered though, as Finn's blood made its way to my nose. Immediately, my veins seized and my throat closed part of the way. I pulled against the chains and slammed my back into the wall. It had been two days since I last had Alastor's blood. The smell of any blood was enough to make me crave it again.

Blackwater was silent as he watched. My foot claws scraped against the floor as I tried to pull away from the smell or to free myself to take some of it. My hair was on edge and I struggled to keep my snarls quiet. They turned into horrible, pained whines through gritted teeth the longer I went. At one point I even started to drool from the lack of oxygen and aggressive seething.

"You've probably never seen her like this," he said to Reagan. I glanced through my messy hair to see her staring at me wide eyed. My shoulders dropped, if they could in their position, and I tried wiping my face on my sleeve. I tried to restrain myself, pressing my back into the wall and staring down at the floor. All my muscles were painfully tight.

Blackwater roughly pulled my chin up and smeared something across my upper lip, just below my nose. The smell of Finn's blood was suffocating. I let out a screech and pulled violently against all of the chains. I tried licking it off but I couldn't lengthen my tongue without magic. Tears streamed down the side of my face from the pain and shame.

Blackwater's laughter reached past it all. "A true Demon thirsty for blood. I expect nothing less from Alastor's soulmate." He turned to look at Reagan. "Did you know about this?" She shook her head in response, eyes never leaving my writhing form.

"Not...not all...just me...just Alastor." I spoke through the spasms and clenched teeth. I don't know how any of them hadn't broken yet from the sheer force. My breathing was getting faster, my whines louder.

"This is the person you're entrusting everything to," he went on, ignoring my response. "Demons can't help but lie. Lie and manipulate. It's why they come from Hell."

Not true. Not me. That's not who I am.

I looked up at her again, face full of pain. I couldn't speak anymore.

Please. It's me. I didn't lie. I love you. Please trust in me.

I doubled over as my body pulsed. I screeched again, long and loud. They covered their ears. Blood dripped down my arms again from pulling against the chains. My foot claws were practically filed down from trying to stand up.

Reagan let out a gasp. Everything stilled and went deathly silent as I looked up. Blackwater had cut the ropes and gently pulled her to her feet. "Come dear, let's have a civilized conversation." With a hand on her shoulder, he lead her out of the room. Finn casted a glare at me, hand wrapped in a rag, and slammed the door shut.

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Author's Note:

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[breannasfluff]

Legend catalogs the reaction he’s noticed of each person with the newest hero.

Wild scares the ever-loving shit out of Four. The smithy steers far away whenever he can help it and his eyes swirl a riot of colors. Legend’s watched him circle the Champion at a prescribed distance—a good 10 feet away if he can make it. Situations that bring him closer result in a flighty energy that steadily worsens until Four bolts further away.

Hyrule spouts so much flowery language and courtly manners he gives Warriors a run for his money. The veteran didn’t know he even knew that many manners, much less how to use them properly. Yet every greeting to Wild is some drawn-out, overextended mess of words that leaves everyone confused. The champion doesn’t seem to get it, either, so who knows why Hyrule insists on keeping it up.

Warriors…well, Legend’s not sure what happened between him and Wild, but the captain is waging a one-man war against his chainmail. Some days he wears it and others he’s stripping as fast as he can. It’d be funny if he didn’t look so frightened. Or if the chainmail stripping didn’t coincide with Wild’s close attention.

Wind is too easy-going to stay away from the champion, but he doesn’t seek him out, either. When they stop at rivers or lakes to bathe, the sailor goes in the water before or after Wild, but never at the same time.

Sky looks perpetually ill, sometimes tripping over nothing when Wild runs up to him. The champion peppers him with questions about his loftwing, or his Zelda. The last brings a frown to his face and if Legend didn’t know the chosen hero was just that, he’d say Sky was jealous.

Legend? He thinks Wild is fucking awesome . Oh, he’s still scary as any monster—scarier, even. The champion brings with him the ache of cold teeth, like chewing on an icicle or eating cold food too fast. Prolonged conversation with him results in a headache.

There’s something wrong with Wild, but not enough to keep Legend away. After so many adventures, it’s rare to find something that surprises him so thoroughly. As long as he doesn’t start manifesting dream creations, he can stay.

“You want to spar?” Legend plants himself in front of Wild, ignoring Warriors choking behind him.

Wild looks up, eyes reflecting light in a way they shouldn’t. “Spar?” It probably hasn’t escaped his notice that no one will fight him, even in training.

“Sure, I need to loosen up.” Rolling his shoulders, Legend moves towards the open area Four and Hyrule were using earlier. The sharp spike of cold goes straight to his head and he futilely presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth, trying to warm it.

Warriors, stick in the ass that he is, is trying to get them to stop. “I don’t know if that’s a great idea right now.” He casts about for an excuse, then shifts pleading eyes to Time.

The old man looks like he’s not paying attention, but the veteran catches the tightening in his shoulders and sideways glance. “Play nice, stay safe. Run through some drills, first.”

He’s not a child to be told what to do. Legend tosses one of the practice staves at Wild, not willing to consign himself to metal against the other. “Here, this should do.”

Wild runs a hand over the wood and bends it over a knee, checking it won’t snap. Then he nods and waits for Legend, who stares back.

“Drill?”

“What drill?” Wild’s head tips too far to one side.

Legend doesn’t answer, just starts running through some basic moves. Wild watches but doesn’t join in. Finally, he stops. “Forget it. Fighting or not?”

“Boys,” comes Time’s voice.

“Whatever.” Legend ignores him and raises his stick. “Ready? Go!”

Wild’s not ready, but Legend makes a wide swing to give him time to settle. The kid made it through his journey with whatever weirdness he’s got going on; he can handle one spar without chopping someone’s head off.

His follow-up swing is met with the crack of wood; Wild’s focus is fully on the fight, now. He stays on defense, then switches to offense, and then back again.

Wild’s style is…unique, in that it seems to be a mash of moves with little flowing grace, but he’s a proficient fighter. He’s focused and in control. He doesn’t turn into evil incarnate because he’s crossing blades—or staves, with someone. Warriors worries over nothing.

Legend keeps up, periodically landing faster hits to see how he’ll react. Through it all, the sharp ache in his teeth grows. It’s distracting and the adrenaline of movement isn’t enough to block it out. The tightening band around his head is an indication enough of the growing headache.

Finally, Legend steps back and raises his stave to signal an end. Wild stays poised for one, sharp moment, then steps back as well with a grin.

“Thanks, this was fun.”

Nodding back, Legend tosses the stave to the side and meanders across the camp. Time’s gaze burns, but he ignores it to settle next to Four, far away from Wild and his tooth-aching chill.

The champion may be awesome, but curse the Goddesses, Legend could do without the headache.

Read the rest here!

[vigilskeep]

[ID: reply from @sweetladyjustice saying “Out of curiosity, if you hc him as a mage (assuming incognito apostate if he’s cousland), what class do you play him in the game?”]

i play tristan as a mage! i use the non-circle mage origins mod to do it.

he experienced pretty unparalleled and unprecedented privilege in castle cousland. everyone there on the staff is an utterly loyal lifelong hire who the couslands have cultivated a relationship with for decades, people who helped raise tristan always offered new positions when their old one is no longer required, and that affords eleanor and tristan their safety. he can’t be stupid about it, he doesn’t walk around with a stave, but the household knows what he is and they don’t really bat an eyelid if they overhear a spell or two as long as it’s behind closed doors. even the chantry mother in the castle chapel is handpicked for loyalty and for her support of highever’s skirting of the rules. the caveat to his privilege of course being that he rarely gets to leave the castle and has certainly never left the teyrnir. classic gilded cage scenario

once he’s a grey warden, keeping it a bit secret no longer matters. it was why he was drawn to becoming a warden and choking down some bitter envy of ser gilmore, before everything happened; he could join his father and brother on front lines, and finally be freely what he is. but he never thought it would be really possible, as much as he argued about it, because of the risk to his mother’s status becoming known, and potentially oren if he ever manifests magic (something tristan dreads). his mother’s mac eanraig clan having storm magic in the blood is kind of an open rumour but it can never become more than that, lest the king or chantry ever come under pressure to take action. tristan could not and would not have gambled with any of that, whatever he wanted. after the origin, though, it no longer matters, in the worst way possible. it’s definitely a “be careful what you wish for” scenario

[something-tofightfor]

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #5: Tim Rockford - Jealous Kiss

Prompt #5 is for Detective Tim Rockford and asked for a jealous kiss. Now, in Black Days so far, there's really been no reason for either of them to be overly jealous ... but this takes place a few months down the road, and things are evolving.

I HC that Tim, once he's settled on going all in with someone, feels very strongly about them... and that these feelings manifest in interesting ways that he might not always expect.

Thank you for the request, @gracie7209 ... I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1,892

You hadn’t had a lot that night, but the two beers and a mixed drink - poured by Tim himself, who admittedly had a heavy hand - coupled by the fact that most of the food was already gone by the time you’d arrived ensured that you weren’t quite sober. 

He was driving, so there was no issue there, but where there was an issue was the way that he kept getting pulled away from you to talk to other people, which left you with nothing to do but focus on the drink in your hand. 

You knew almost no one else at the party, so while he was busy in conversation with whoever had started speaking to him at the moment, you were on your own. 

But as the night went on, you began to understand just how many connections he had - how many people seemed excited to see him and speak to him, how easily he got sucked into in depth conversations. The man’s hands moved animatedly as he told stories, one finger rising to push his glasses back up his nose and into place. He finally took them off a few hours after you arrived, folding the arms and tucking one of them into the collar of his shirt, the weight dragging it down just enough to tease you. 

And everyone else. You’d seen the way some of the women at the party were looking at him - batting their eyelashes, giggling, finding excuses to stand close and lean in while they talked. Tim was polite as usual and nothing more, but you still found yourself frowning every now and then at the sight, forcing yourself not to intervene because you didn’t want to be that woman. 

To his credit, he found you between conversations, the man apologizing profusely and stealing you away for a few minutes at a time. He planted kisses at the corner of your mouth or to the side of your head, his fingers linking with yours as he suggested going to see if the pizza had been delivered, or for the two of you to step outside and get some air. 

But those breaks only lasted so long before someone else demanded his attention. Rather than stand idly by his side and stare into space when you had no reason to join in on the conversation, you wandered around the house - going in and out of rooms and making polite small talk with people as they introduced themselves, or looking at artwork hanging on the walls and pretending to be engrossed.

And when you finally circled back around to Tim, he was happy to see you, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “We can leave soon,” he murmured into your ear, lips dragging over your skin. “Maybe stop on the way back to my place and grab some real food. I don’t think that pizza’s ever going to come.” 

“I don’t either, so that sounds good.” You sipped from your cup, frowning when you only got half a mouthful of liquid. “I think I need a refill. Maybe some water, too. Do you -”

“Tim? Tim Rockford?” Turning your head toward the sound, you watched a man and a woman heading for where you stood, her eyes wide and his grin huge. “We haven’t seen you in months, where have you been?” He tightened his grip on you as the couple approached, and for a few minutes, everything was fine. 

Tim introduced you to them, explaining that he’d worked a few ridiculously complex cases, and that he’d been spending a lot of his time off of work getting to know you. You saw the look of sympathy in the woman’s eyes, the man rolling his and swearing before asking Tim if he’d ever considered a different job. And here we go… 

You sighed as the conversation shifted, smiling politely for a little while before you excused yourself, squeezing Tim’s hand and telling him you’d bring him another beer when you came back. He let you go - reluctantly, if you were reading his expression correctly - and it didn’t take long for you to make your way into the kitchen. 

Once there you busied yourself with filling and drinking a tall glass of water, frowning as you eyed the large window over the sink that overlooked the back yard. You had to be buzzed - that was the only explanation for the feeling that was twisting your stomach into knots - because there was no other reason for it. 

You were jealous - not of anyone in particular, but of the fact that Tim’s attention was so divided. He hadn’t given you any reason to be jealous, and none of the conversations had been anything for you to worry about, but you couldn’t help it. I wasn’t even like this when I talked to Chelsea, and she was the last person he’d slept with at that point. 

It was the repeated distractions - the way you’d barely had time alone with him in two weeks, and instead of spending the night tangled up on his couch with a movie playing quietly in the background, you were out and socializing, also not spending time alone with him. 

Rubbing at your forehead, you tossed the empty cup into the trash and then headed for the refrigerator, pulling the door open. I’ll get him a beer and grab one of the ciders for myself. Those are low ABV, one more won’t - “Would you mind passing me a beer since you’ve got the door open?” 

Turning your head at the sound of the man’s voice, you opened your mouth to agree, automatically reaching for one of the bottles and passing it over as you spoke again. “Sure. I think there’s a bottle opener on the counter, but -”

“I’ve got one on my keys. Thanks though.” You grabbed two more bottles - one for yourself and one for Tim, and then shut the door, spinning back toward the counter. “Here.” The man that had spoken stepped closer, one arm extended and a set of keys in his outstretched hand. “It’s already out and ready to go.” 

You thanked him, popping the caps off of your drinks and setting them down before you reached forward, giving him back his keys. “Have a good night.” Fingers closing around the necks of the bottles, you moved to step around him and back into the other room, ready to get back to Tim. 

“I haven’t met you, have I?” The man stepped closer, head tilted to one side. “I’m Aaron. Are you friends with Ella?” Shaking your head, you took a sip of your drink, leaning back against the counter. 

“No. I came with someone else. He knows Ella and Devin.” Pausing, you eyed Aaron, waiting to see if he asked who you were with. When he didn’t, you continued. “Tim? I’m not sure if you know him or…” You trailed off when he shook his head, taking a drink of his beer. “He got locked into a conversation, and I offered to come and get him another drink.” 

“That’s too bad. But at least it means I got a chance to say hello, so maybe it isn’t.” He stood up straight, his smile widening. “How could this Tim let himself get distracted from such a -”

“Because Tim’s an idiot.” Your lips twitched at the interruption, head turning enough so that you could see the man leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest and the look in his eyes scorching. “And he’s not distracted anymore.” Aaron scoffed, holding up a hand and then backing away, his mouth set in a disappointed frown. There’s nothing to be disappointed about. 

Moments later, you and Tim were alone in the kitchen, the man pushing off of the frame and stalking toward you, arms hanging loosely by his sides. “I got you a beer.” Heart pounding, you held it out to him. “I was just -” 

“I don’t care.” He took the bottle from you and then reached past you to set it back down, stepping as close as he could and caging you in against the edge of the counter. “Are you mad at me?” 

“No.” You only got the single word out before Tim’s mouth was on yours, the kiss almost desperate as he sucked your lower lip between his. Oh, he’s… this is new. Winding your arms around his neck, you groaned, one of Tim’s hands sliding down and past your waist, fingertips slipping into your back pocket before they curled. 

You rocked your hips forward and felt Tim smile against your lips, his teeth grazing your skin before he backed away. He didn’t go far, though, the man blinking slowly as you caught your breath, hand still firmly in place. What the fuck is this version of him? “It takes a lot to get me riled up like this.” He arched a brow, eyes locked with yours. “And I know I have no reason to feel like …” Tim pressed his lips together, eyes narrowing. “Oh, this is interesting.” 

You’d rarely seen him flustered - even when confronted with your anger over Ryan, or the way Chelsea had shown up unexpectedly - so the fact that the mere sight of you alone in a room with someone else brought out possessiveness in Tim was a big deal. “I think he got the hint, Detective Rockford.” His eyes flashed and then Tim was kissing you again, that one more subdued but no less intimate. 

You parted your lips, the tip of your tongue probing at the seam of his, and he let you deepen it, your fingers raking through the hair at the base of his skull, the hand not on your ass sliding around you and beneath your shirt, his fingertips trailing up the center of your back. So it wasn’t just me. Tonight got to him, too. 

“Oh, he definitely got the hint.” Tim spoke after taking a deep breath, both hands still on you. “I’m sorry I didn’t spend more time with you tonight. I didn’t mean for -”

“You don’t need to apologize.” Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you closed your eyes. “It’s going to happen that way. Even when we’re out places together, we can’t just … spend all of our time talking to each other. We both have other friends, Tim.” 

“Yeah, well…” He wrinkled his nose, letting go of you and taking a full step back. “I got kind of used to having you mostly to myself these last couple months.” 

“Me too.” Your smile widening, you shook your head. “I don’t even really want this drink, I just want -”

“C’mon. Let’s go.” Waving his hand dismissively, he reached for you with his other one. “Let’s get out of here before someone else tries to talk to me.” He winked. “Or to you.” 

The laugh bubbled up and out of your mouth as Tim’s fingers closed around yours, tugging you away from the counter. “Is there a back door? If we walk back through that living room, someone’s going to want your attention.” 

“Too bad for them.” He headed for the door, turning his head to look at you, one side of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “The only one getting any of my attention for the rest of the night is you.” 

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[artemisia-black]

I’ve read your fic about Regulus joining the Death Eaters, and I have a question: in Snape’s memories, he confessed his worries about his soul, which implies he didn’t intentionally kill anyone (except for his unintended role in Lily’s death)

‘“That boy’s soul is not yet so damaged,” said Dumbledore. “I would not have it ripped apart on my account.”

“And my soul, Dumbledore? Mine?”

“You alone know whether it will harm your soul to help an old man avoid pain and humiliation,” said Dumbledore.

Do you think everyone must prove themselves to Voldemort by killing someone to join the inner circle, or is this only required for children of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, like Regulus or Barty Crouch Jr.? Would Voldemort use this as a way to bind members of powerful families to him, ensuring there’s no turning back for them?

Thanks for reading anon :D

So I view the Dark mark as Voldemort imposing a stigmatising quality on a privileged class in order to control them.

I have a meta about it. But here is the pertinent part:

Indeed, many of Voldemort’s inner circle are members of the wizarding world’s upper crust. So how does Voldemort keep them in line and more importantly how is he able to summon them to him when he has been presumed dead for 14 years?

In my opinion, it is because Voldemort understands the nature of stigma, particularly as he entered the wizarding world ostensibly as a muggle born.

So he has an understanding of being stigmatised and also understands that his inner circle of Death Eaters hold a great deal of social capital and privilege.

This makes them difficult to control in some ways (they have the means to nope out at any point) but also easy to control if you threaten their social standing using a physical stigmatising mark.

Whereas the dark mark is not widely known as a tattoo, it is known as a symbol of Voldemort and death/destruction:

“ Ron, You-Know-Who and his followers sent the Dark Mark into the air whenever they killed,” said Mr. Weasley. “The terror it inspired ... you have no idea, you’re too young. Just picture coming home and finding the Dark Mark hovering over your house, and knowing what you’re about to find inside. ..” GoF

So Voldemort strategically brands his social elite Death Eaters with the mark, which if revealed would send them tumbling down the social hierarchy. This would also explain why death-eaters who are already social pariahs, such as Greyback, do not receive them.

Additionally, I envision the Death Eaters as operating along a blood-in, blood-out system, where membership is sealed through an act of commitment that binds them for life. No one simply resigns (as Sirius mentions), and nearly every traitor meets a gruesome end.

Moreover, I believe that Voldemort deliberately tests the loyalty of his followers by pushing them to the brink, requiring them not only to serve him but also to demonstrate their willingness to kill in his name—sometimes for nothing more than the pursuit of power and personal gain. This ruthless demand serves to weed out any hint of weakness or hesitation among his ranks.

Furthermore, and this ventures into Headcanon territory, I see Voldemort harboring a particular resentment toward the Black family, possibly due to his time at Hogwarts with some of them. This resentment manifests in the way he takes a perverse pleasure in breaking Regulus, forcing him to submit, and corrupting his soul.

"Regulus pushed himself to his feet, his legs unsteady, his mind still reeling from the pain. The Mark was there, branded into his flesh, a sign of his loyalty. 

But as he met Voldemort’s eyes, saw the satisfaction there."

In my Tom Riddle fic, I have him swear vengeance on them:

"Tom's silence spoke volumes to Orion, who, placing a hand on Walburga's shoulder, declared,

"A lion has no need to tell a sheep of his superiority.”

Orion's words were met with four identical smirks that sent a shudder through Tom.

Shaking him to his very soul. 

The acrid sting of humiliation ignited a resolve inside him. One day, he would destroy them.  He would burn their house to the ground and bathe in the blood they took so much pride in. 

Schooling his face into neutrality, he met Orion’s gaze. 

Orion’s face was a portrait of disdain as his eyes scanned Tom’s robes. 

"Let the mud blood have his victory today; tomorrow, I will write to Father, and we will see if he ever dares speak to us again."

[umepnnn]

3DOLC x ROE — results.

challenge created by @starliet and @cleostoohot 🖤

sorry (and not sorry) for the long hiatus cuz i'm enjoying life :)

so a few days ago i came across several posts about their challenge and i decided to try it out ! i didn't plan to post or anything so there wasn't a "what i'll be manifesting" post, but the results were so insane i had too make one.

ଓ affirmations i used:

regardless of everything...

nothing can ruin my manifestations

i always manifest within 3 days or less

i have everything i desire

ଓ what i manifested:

always confident and friendly, good at socializing

that's exactly what i did. i feel like a social butterfly at school and it's easier for me to join in convos now. making friends and having small talk just became easier for me. and i don't overthink so much anymore

being more included in my friend groups

i have a group i hang out with at uni for like 4-5 months now but i wasn't rlly active until this challenge LMAO now i'm like so comfortable with everyone and felt more like a part of the group. it also went like this with my other friend groups that i just started hanging out since this year. i actually speak to people individually now woah :)

getting closer with an SP

idk i thought this guy was cute so i just included this and at first the situation was: he's close with my friends but he's not in any of my friend groups so we don't hang much at all. but then after 2-3 days since this challenge, our mutual friend suddenly ADDED HIM into the group out of the blue and we all started going out and he is SUCH A GENTLEMAN to me + he added my socials as well hehe

school is fun, assignments are easy & no stress

literally came to school to chit chat and i'm not stressed at all. i get my work done on time and everything goes so smooth fr. and the best part is my classmates are the sweetest ugh SCHOOL IS FUN (they are the uni friend group i just mentioned up there) and they'd always gather around my seat lol and we'd chat the whole class.

bright smooth clear skin

same skin care routine – skin clearer than ever. no longer uneven dark spots or small little bumps <3 smooth like a baby's bottom :) my mom actually thought i was wearing makeup when i literally just washed my face n removed all the makeup !!

no dark circles

i slept like usual but my dark circles rlly went away since this challenge i'm actually surprised (even tho it should go away cuz it's the law lmao) and usually they'd still show when i have my makeup on but now it's wayyy less noticeable

friends from other countries coming to mine so we could hang out

just went out with one the other day lmao so check ✔️ i guess

everyone cares about me and is very nice to me

yoo my friends were so patient and attentive to me and even the taxi drivers are nice, they'd start convos and not in a creepy way. everyone is so nice for real <333

ଓ what i did:

i just read the list and affirm whenever i can, mostly focused on the 4D and know it's inevitable that they'd manifest <3 cuz it's already mine the moment i think i have it. and honestly the "nothing can ruin my manifestations" line helped me a lot.

other than that i did nothing in the 3D. i never initiated anything. they all just came to me just ✨ like ✨ that ✨

i got most of my desires within 3 days but i still continued affirming after 3 days cuz like why not? it's like i'm doing the challenge again or sum but yes i still get desired results after that.

btw i also listened to quite a few subliminals alongside doing this challenge just because i can xD even for the same desires and like they both manifested but anyways i'll make a separate post on my subliminal results.

© umepnnn 2021 – all rights reserved.

[note from a later date //29 jan 2024]

i have been on a hiatus since then until now, because i was busy with a lot of stuff i didn't have much time to learn and post astrology stuff here ~

i am still busy as ever and i don't plan on coming back here anytime soon (mayyyybee idk) but i still come on tumblr quite often cuz i loveee our astrology & manifesting content

and somehow today i checked my draft and saw this whole post here from three years ago i'm like wuhhh totally forgot.

BUT! everything i said is true fr like the "friends from other countries coming to mine so we could hang out" last year literally TEN of my friends came to my place (they're from 4 different countries) and I even went on trips with some of them — mind u i havnt seen most of them in like 2 years at the time

trust me manifesting is sooo easy just think u have it and u have it

thanks for reading and stay healthy stay safe everyone <3 cya

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Demons

Y/N takes part in a summoning ritual that she doesn’t really want to take part of and actual demons get summoned. On the positive side, they’re really hot. Turns out, these demons are staying longer than everyone thought.

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Y/N read the instructions and watched as her friends finished setting up the circle. ‘Why am I even doing this? And why are we doing this at my house?’ she thought to herself as she sighed.

The circle itself was just a basic circle of rocks and salt, with some herbs and stones placed at certain points around it. All that mattered was that they had done their part, so now they had to wait for the spirit or whatever it was they were trying to summon, to take its place in this world.

They all sat around the circle and joined hands. Y/N could tell that her friends were nervous and excited about the whole thing. Even Y/N couldn’t help feeling the same way. It wasn’t every day you got to summon something from another world, let alone a spirit.

One of Y/N’s friends took a deep breath before starting the chant. “Come forth and manifest into this space, so that we may speak with your kind.” She said it very carefully, trying not to get carried away by her enthusiasm. Y/N noticed how her friends also started chanting so she joined in.

As the chorus grew louder and louder, the floor underneath them vibrated slightly from the energy of their voices before it stopped. They finally finished the chant and waited. After some time, Y/N began to wonder if anything would actually happen. ‘What are the chances?’ She thought as she looked at the others beside her.

“Ugh! I can’t believe we wasted our money on this stuff-” Y/N’s friend was cut off when there was a sudden flash of light coming from the circle they made. Everyone yelped and sheilded their eyes.

When the light died down, three men stood there.

One had really pale skin with lots of beauty marks on his face, one had fluffy dark brown hair, and one had a cold expression on his face. But the thing that stood out the most was the horns protruding from their heads and tail coming from their backs.

Everyone screamed upon seeing the men. All of Y/N’s friends got up from their seats and ran out of the house, crying without even looking back. Y/N wanted to do the same thing, but felt herself unable to move. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else. She just stared up in shock at the three men who she presumed to be demons.

“You,” the one with the cold expression said, pointing at Y/N. “Get over here. Now,” he ordered. Y/N obeyed and slowly crawled over to him, too afraid to actually get up. “Why did you summon us?” He asked while tilting his head. Y/N gulped and didn’t say a word. The demon growled and repeated himself, “Answer me!” His voice boomed throughout the room.

Y/N cowered back a little bit, still keeping her head lowered. “Don’t make me repeat myself!” he demanded again. This seemed to be enough to snap Y/N out of it. She sat up properly and said, “I…I didn’t summon you.” Y/N’s voice wavered. The man sneered and said, “I know that’s not true. I feel the energy coming from you do there’s no use in lying to me,” the demon then grabbed Y/N’s wrist tightly and squeezed it. Y/N cried out and tried to pry the hand free, but to no avail. “I didn’t…! It wasn’t my idea and I didn’t even want to do the stupid ritual!” Y/N babbled, tears filling her eyes.

The demon snarled and squeezed her wrist, making her wince in pain. “I…I mean we…didn’t mean to summon you. I’m sorry. I really am. It won’t ever happen again swear it! Just please let go! Please…,” her words came out weak and shaky as she sobbed. The demon growled and released her wrist, leaving Y/N gasping for air as she wiped her tears off her face. “That’s better,” he said as he stepped back.

One of the other demons finally spoke up, “What were you even trying to do? You knew that you would summon…something. So what was the reason for it in the first place?” “We…well… ” Y/N stammered. “My friends wanted to…to see the spirits and talk with them. We weren’t even trying to summon demons I swear. My friends thought they should do it at my house so…now we’re here.” She pointed at the circle behind her. The demons nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. The demon spoke up again, “Well, it doesn’t matter if you meant to summon us or not, we’re here now so we have a job to do.” His voice was more serious than before, though Y/N couldn’t tell why.

“Now, wish for anything and we will make it come true.” There was a moment of silence before Y/N finally spoke, “Huh?” Her confusion was clear on her face. “Just think about whatever you would like and I’ll grant it to you,” the demon explained impatiently, rolling his eyes. The other two held in a laugh while Y/N was confused. “R..Really?” “Yes really. Now stop wasting my time and wish.” Y/N hesitantly nodded her head.

‘Wait a minute! Don’t if you make a deal with the devil you’re basically selling your soul? Does that mean that if I make a wish I’m selling my soul to them?’ she thought to herself. The demon was clearly getting impatient, waiting for Y/N to make a wish.

“I don’t want a wish,” Y/N said firmly with as much confidence she could muster. The demons laughed, clearly amused with Y/N. “Make a wish. It’s not that hard. Anything your tiny little human heart desires.” Y/N shook her head, “No. I don’t want a wish.” The demon sighed, “We can’t waste time like this. Let’s just go.” ‘Well, that was easy,’ Y/N thought to herself, letting out a breath of relief.

The three demons stepped back inside the magic circle. The one with the fluffy brown hair snapped his fingers. Y/N watched, seeing how they would magically leave, but to her disappointment, nothing happened. The demon frowned and snapped his fingers once more. Nothing happened. “Jake, what’s going on? Why are we still here?” the pale one asked, obviously feeling frustrated. “I..I don’t know your highness…its not working. I’ll try and contact the council,” Jake replied nervously. The cold demon sighed and rubbed his temples.

The fluffy haired demon, Jake, pulled out a crystal ball from his pocket and started muttering something to it under his breath. Someone suddenly appeared on the crystal ball. Jake talked to the person, “Yeah. I know, but it’s not working. No matter what we try we can’t go back. What should we do now?” Jake listened as the other demon told him what to do. He thanked them and put the crystal ball away, turning back to the two demons.

“Um, so…he said that they don’t how to send us back either. He said that it could be because we’re trying to leave without granting a wish but…” Jake said awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably under their gaze. The cold demon turned towards Y/N, “You heard that right? We can’t leave unless we grant your wish.” “Can’t you just grant someone else’s wish?” Y/N asked timidly. The cold demon laughed. “Are you kidding? You’re the one who summoned us so the only wish we can grant is yours,” he explained irritated. “Well, I don’t care. I’m not wishing for anything,” Y/N insisted, crossing her arms. The demon scoffed. “You were crying earlier but now you’re being stubborn? You do realize you can wish for anything in the world right now right? You must truly be an idiot!” The two demons behind the demon started laughing loudly at what the demon called Y/N’s stupidity.

The demon sighed once more, “Look, if you don’t make a wish, things are gonna happen, bad things. Believe me when I say that no one wants to be a part of that. So if you really don’t want anything bad to happen, I suggest you give us what we want and make a wish. Besides, if you don’t do it, we’re just going to be stuck here.” Y/N scoffed, “The only thing I wish for is for all of you to leave!” The demons went silent before Jake spoke, “Does that count as a wish?” “Yes it does! So just leave! Leave me alone!” she shouted at the demon. The other two demons laughed as the one in the center started shaking his head.

“Well…she said that’s what she wished for so we’ll grant it-“ he stopped his sentence when the room was suddenly engulfed in a bright light. Y/N shielded her eyes by closing them tightly and covering them with both her hands.

When she opened them again she put her hands down to see three separate chains in them. She blinked in surprise and turned to look at the demons.

They looked pissed, way more than before. She wondered why they were so mad. She followed where the chains led to, only to see that they each led to a collar around the demons’ necks. The cold demon looked down at the floor, curling his fists. He seemed more embarrassed than anything. The other two demons were equally unhappy as well.

“Why…why do we have this? We didn’t form a contract…” the pale one said angrily. “Maybe it’s a punishment…?,” said Jake, crossing his arm over his chest. The cold demon looked at the collar and frowned, “But we didn’t do anything wrong…we did nothing wrong…so why are we wearing this!?” “Hmm…usually, when a demon first starts the process of granting someones wish, a contract is formed which includes the collars, linking the demon to the human. We’ve agreed to grant her wish, but due to the fact we can’t leave like she wished, we can’t actually grant her wish, causing all three of us to enter a contract with her. Meaning, until we leave, we’ll be in a contract relationship with her,” Jake explained calmly.

“Wow, that was really smart Jake-“ the pale one complimented before he was cut off by the cold one, “You can’t be fucking serious. This isn’t real!” he said, stomping his foot on the ground, “We can’t leave so how are we supposed to grant her wish and end the contract?!” Jake shrugged his shoulders, “There’s not really anything we can do until the council finds a way to bring us back. It probably won’t take too long since we have the Prince with us afterall.”

“What’s going on?” Y/N finally asked while letting the chains drop to the floor. “Long story short: We’re stuck here,” Jake told her. Y/N stared blankly at him. “Seriously? You mean you guys are stuck here?!” she yelled at them, shocked. The three demons exchanged looks, “Pretty much…” “It’s not like we want to be here either.” Y/N looked down at her feet then looked at them, “Well, you’re not staying here. I don’t know where you’re going to stay but it won’t be at my house.” The demons seemed to be slightly taken aback at Y/N’s statement. “Oh? Are you sure about that?” the cold one said. Y/N glared up at the demon, raising an eyebrow, “Yeah?” “You’d better watch yourself girl or else,” the demon threatened, staring down at Y/N as if he was daring her to move.

“Or else what? Are you going to kill me?” she asked sarcastically. The demon smirked at her then walked over to the couch. He lifted it up easily with one hand and held it above his head and said, “Now, are you sure you wanna play this game with me girl?” Y/N stood there for a moment, stunned. She gulped before looking down at her feet and fiddling her thumbs. The demon raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to reply. “Well? Are you gonna make the choice or should I?”

[babe-a-yaga]

It's a shame the Shadow Dragons really got the shaft for content, because I really just have a crystal clear backstory head canon for my SD Rook, I know who she is, where she came from and what her motivations are, and I just don't have even close to this level of a concept for another Rook yet. I got maybe 20% through a crow Rook but a story wasn't coming together for me so I rerolled a new "canon" SD (my first play is the fuck around and find out playthrough for me in any dragon age, my "canon" protagonist comes later after multiple runs of ironing out details). It's kind of emblematic of what I feel are the major shortcomings of Veilguard overall though. There are a lot of brilliant components, but they're sanitized and underrealised in practice. Lucanis as a romance is the same. On paper, it's like he was built in a lab specifically to appeal to me, and the pieces are there for an amazing romance story, but they fumbled the execution. It could have stayed a slow burn, I think one extra scene, of spite/lucanis struggling with Rook disappearing into regret jail in the same vein as spite taking over with Illario, and acknowledgement of the time elapsed with her gone would have sold the entire thing exponentially harder! One more scene! But, I digress.

If they hadn't super glossed over the slavery thing in Tevinter, Shadow Dragon could have had some serious grit as an origin.

My headcanon for Rook builds on the official SD story of a foundling adopted into a military family. In Tevinter society, a mage being born into a Soporati family elevates the entire family to Leitan class. Like winning the Tevene lottery.

I have this vision of a baby Rook being abandoned by slave parents in hope they'd give their child a better life, Rook is found and adopted by soldier Mercar family, who are Soporati. They later have another child, a son. Rook grows up scrappy and boyish, alongside her adoptive brother, with some training to fight as they're both likely to grow up into soldiers.

Rook's magic manifests, she's thrilled, thinking the family as a whole will be elevated, but then learns because she is adopted, and the magic doesn't run in the Mercar bloodline, the rest of her family will remain Soporati. She struggles with this, but with the encouragement of her family, accepts her path and joins the Minrathous circle. She isn't an especially scholarly person, never has been, and learns enough to control her magic, but develops it into a scrappy orb-and-dagger style befitting her military "heritage" as opposed to a more refined, ritual based, studied mage.

As a young adult, her younger brother brother, with youthful aspirations of bettering the family his own way, runs badly afoul of some Minrathous crime syndicates that are less savory than the Threads we meet in Docktown. His crimes are just the short sighted cockiness of a young man, but faced with crippling debts and no clear way out, he takes the unfortunate avenue available to the desperate in Tevinter: he sells himself into slavery to absolve his family of his foolish debts.

Rook is only informed after the deed is done and there is no way to intervene. Disillusioned with the class structure that granted her opportunity but failed her family, and motivated to if not save her brother then to save everyone else LIKE him, Rook is now motivated to get involved with the Shadow Dragons and fight the institutions that lead to this.

She's like Neve, loves Minrathous, loves Tevinter, but hates it too. Hates it for not living up to what it could be. She's all scrappy fire to Neve's poise and ice. They become a natural pair, united by this common conviction.

I wish it didn't have to just be up to headcanon to rough up the smooth edges of Tevinter as it's presented to us.

It would also really play into this mirror-of-Solas dynamic in that she was forced into paths she didn't choose for herself until she couldn't take the injustice anymore and started fighting tyrannical systems.

It COULD have been spectacular. Instead it's disparate pieces of spectacular that were never really knit together. I want more exploration of Tevinter class disparities. Of slavery. Of Minrathous' cosmopolitan side to contrast the slums of docktown. Of Tevinter Soporati military culture! Dirty up Tevinter the way it deserves. Give the Shadow Dragons some teeth.

All of this *does* fit within the story we got, it's just left totally unexplored in game, which leaves me wanting.

[ryan-nugenthopkins]

📓⚔️🐉🏒⛸️

I've found a lot of enjoyment of translating skills and tropes into other media/medium/mechanics, whatever. This has led to me building out D&D character sheets for a good chunk of Edmonton and a few other players where the mood strikes me. It's less of a specific plot (I presume each team is an adventurer's guild running off and doing quests, monster of the week style) and more of a broad imagining of backstories and how everyone got together.

Here's just a list of the sheets I've built?

McDavid - Human Fighter (Banneret). Extremely generic build with notably low CHA. Plays a somewhat supportive role in his fighting.

Draisaitl - Tiefling Rogue (Arcane Trickster). First in his family to manifest their demonic heritage in generations, family didn't take it well. Left home and was a bounty hunter before becoming an adventurer. Most of his spells are to make up for his terrible CHA stat plus general utility.

Hyman - Human Paladin (Devotion). Came from a noble family and decided to use his strengths for good, much to their chagrin. The most traditional "hero" archetype you can imagine. He's just a good dude.

Nugent-Hopkins - Owlkin Druid (Shepard)/Monk (not enough for a subclass at the level I've built him at). Came from a circle of druids out in the wilds protecting the people from anything that may slip from the Feywild. He is admittedly the wildest character I built out of everyone. Ice and animal magic. The team hates his choice of creatures - they're bad at target selection.

McLeod - Aasimar Bard (Swords). Supposedly "destined for great things," then ran away to join the circus instead of dealing with that. Learned how to use his weapons and magic there. Joined the adventurer's guild a few years later. Magic is mostly disruption-focused with an offensive lean.

Bouchard - Elven Fighter (Arcane Archer). Another person from the wilds as a Ranger-style character but without the terrible class mechanics. Similar to Nugent-Hopkins, was charged with protecting the wilds from aberrations or preventing monsters from spilling out into more populated areas. Plays a sniper-esque role.

Skinner - Earth Genasi Wizard (Abjuration). Came from an area of the world with greater contact with the Outer Planes, or stranger dimensions. Learned a wide variety of magic before setting out and making a name for himself with his buddy. Defensive magic is his specialty, but he does have a gun if necessary.

Desharnais - Goliath Barbarian (Juggernaut). Met Skinner and decided to travel with him. Fighting style is essentially he plants his feet and doesn't move, but you can't move him, either.

Gagner - Human Cleric (Tempest). Older adventurer who prefers to manage the back end of the guild these days, but still absolutely capable of killing you. Outside the requisite healing magic, he focuses on destructive area of effect spells.

Yamamoto - Halfling Sorcerer (Wild Magic). Sorry buddy. Court aide to some powerful party in the local city. Hides under his cheerful goofy vibes to deal massive amounts of psychic damage.

Matthews - Air Genasi Barbarian (Desert Storm Herald). Comes from a different far off land (Arizona equivalent lmao) to gain working experience. He runs around and hits things.

Marner - Half-Elf Sorcerer (Lunar) / Warlock (Great Old One). Was expected to be a very powerful sorcerer from his family, but his magic never successfully manifested; took a deal with a... something to be at the level everyone expects him to be. Lies a lot - good thing he's good at that. His spell list is a mess: half of it's telepathy or psychic powers, the other half is his moon magic.

[raeuberprinzessin]

As I promised a while ago:

Dragons platonic ABO AU

So, I've read some platonic Omegaverse stories and damn, that shit can be so fluffy and I'm always down for some fluff 🤩 

Characters being happy and cute and everyone joining the cuddling session and I just fell in love 😂

And I also read some Dragon!AUs and I thought, why not both? Both were a different fandom and yeah, I think Maribat needs an AU with dragons and platonic ABO dynamics.

There's a lot of worldbuilding, the story idea, if you want to skip there, starts after **********

So, the different dynamics have nothing to do with reproduction, they are more like a biological manifestation (hormones etc.) of the social role they lean towards. A group of dragons in which these dynamics come into play is called a Pride (yeah, I like "a Pride of dragons", I think it has a ring to it 😁). Humans don't have a dynamic, only dragons or part-dragons do. Part-dragons are called serpent (if the mother was a human and they were born in their human form) or drake (if the mother was a dragon and they hatched).

Alphas are competitive and often trying to show off. They thrive on conflict (doesn't have to be a serious one) and competition.

Betas draw their strengths from solitude and themselves. They avoid conflicts or act as mediators, partly because their chances are the worst if they actually get caught up in a conflict, but they are also the most peace-loving dragons.

Omegas thrive on having an active social circle, the bigger the better. They draw their strength from their love for others. Usually they are calm and don't get themselves involved in arguments, but if their Pride is endangered, they can be lethal. A pissed off omega is nothing anyone would ever want to face.

Dragons are usually born as an egg and hatch after a few months. Baby dragons are called hatchlings (even serpents who are born in their human form), in their early teens they present as their dynamic and are then called dragonlings. Since dragons live a lot longer than humans they are only considered adult dragons (by other dragons) in their mid-twenties to early-thirties. Trying to seriously court before then will not be received well by a dragonling's Pride. 

If two eggs are laid in a clutch, fraternal twins end up being omega and alpha, identical twins are usually both betas.

There are no "rules" for who is in charge of a Pride, but omegas often have an easier time, since their social skills are higher.

Every dynamic goes through a hormonal cycle every few months but how they experience it differs from person to person. Some want to cuddle, some need warmth, some only eat raw meat during their cycle. But the most comfortable way to spend the cycle is usually in one's own nest with a few Pride mates close by to offer cuddles, comfort, someone to talk to or to fetch something they need. 

The laws differ between countries, but since humans haven't had the wish to fight a dragon since the middle ages and especially the older, famous Prides did their best to present dragons as harmless if not provoked (and they also had the money and influence to steer public opinion in that direction), the laws aren't too restrictive in most places. In places like Gotham, which has a very long history influenced by dragons and was co-founded by dragons, hence all the gargoyles, they are actually pretty lax. And in France for example there are several dragon protection laws in place. 

So, I think this is enough about worldbuilding. Here comes the story idea (but if you feel inspired by the world building, go ahead, have fun and tag me, so I can have fun as well 😅):

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The Dupain-Chengs were a young couple of bakers who barely had anything to do with dragons until one day when they were just about to close their bakery there was a woman rushing in.

She asked them to take care of the egg she held in her arms, saying that she had to fear that the egg's grandfather would cast the egg out or mistreat the little hatchling.

Since the young couple were good people and wouldn't want a baby, dragon or human, to be treated badly, they agreed and the woman gave them a big shawl made of shedded dragon skin. The old skin of the egg's mother, the woman explained. They would need the shawl to prove they didn't steal the egg.

The next day they went to the authorities and explained what happened. Usually an abandoned egg would be given to another Pride who was willing to raise another hatchling, especially the older prides were always eager to add fresh blood. But since they had the shawl, they could prove that the egg's mother had chosen them and therefore they were allowed to keep the egg, if they would comply with the statutory requirements. These included classes about parenting a hatchling, social structures between dragons, dragon biology and more like this, as well as at least one adult dragon (or serpent/drake) who was willing to support them (that's how they met Nadja, a beta who felt a bit lonely, since her Pride wasn't from Paris, and was happy to help). The requirements also said that at least after her presentation she would have to be enrolled in a school with at least 30% dragonlings.

Since the Francois-Dupont schools were highly recommended integrated schools (schools with a special focus on dragonlings and human-dragon-relationships), they sent their hatchling, they called her Marinette, there.

Marinette presented as an omega during the summer break. Her parents tried hard and did a good job, but there were still some things they couldn't teach her, so she turned to Nadja and to doing her own research. She started to babysit Manon, because it gave her another dragon in her social circle and when she went through her cycle the first time, she realized there were things her parents just couldn't understand: As an omega her need for a big social circle wasn't satisfied with her parents allowing her to sleep in their bedroom during her cycle. And they wouldn't allow her friends Nino and Kim, two dragons from her class she befriended, to stay in her nest with her. As humans they only saw it as two teenage boys sleeping in the same bed as their teenage daughter.

That's why Marinette started to do her own research, so she could better understand her instincts. This was why her teacher, Madame Bustier, a human, didn't really recognize the formerly meek and quiet girl after the break. Marinette grew and didn't accept getting pushed around anymore. Not by her teacher, with whom she had a very serious talk outside, and not by Chloe, an alpha drake. 

Since Marinette feels more comfortable in her skin (or shall I say scales?), she gets more confident and her natural leader qualities easily put her in the spot of the Pride's Head or Prima of the school's Pride. For most students the Pride of Francois Dupont is not their primary Pride (that would be their family), but since the school is meant as an integrated school there are also many students like Marinette or Chloe, who don't have a suitable primary Pride available.

One of these students is Adrien, a beta drake, who has to attend the school now, since his mother disappeared.

Adrien at first only knows Chloe and she also scares everyone else away. Chloe is his friend, but he really would like to formally be accepted into the Pride, but that can't happen, if Chloe scares everyone away and he can't even talk to his classmates.

That's the way it goes for a week until the Prima, an omega dragon he feels pretty intimidated by, snaps and drags Chloe off to an unknown location. Another beta dragon introduces himself as Nino, assures him that he doesn't have to worry about Chloe, because Marinette, the Prima, would never harm any of them and invites him to hang out.

Adrien slowly befriends his classmates after that. Chloe gives him more space and seems to keep closer to Marinette. He still feels intimidated, until she gifts him a scarf for his birthday. That's the first time he sees her self-conscious as she explains that she sewed a few of her scales from one of her shedded skins on the edges, because she read that they are needed to create an official acceptance present for a new Pride member. It's actually a tradition old established Prides follow, but since Marinette found out about it in her research, she thinks it's normal and she likes the idea, that her Pride members have something that smells like her.

Since Adrien's mother was the only dragon he had in France and the rest of his Pride lives in the UK (Amelie, Felix, maternal grandparents, his uncle before he died), Marinette as his new Prima has some legal leverage over Gabriel, who as a human is considered a less important bond. Adrien still lives with Gabriel, since he assured Marinette that he doesn't want to leave his father all alone, but Marinette put her foot down about his schedule, so he has less modeling gigs and only the extra curriculars he likes, like fencing. Adrien is still a bit intimidated, but he also adores her, because not many people are willing to butt heads with his dad and come out on top.

They are still Ladybug and Chat Noir, by the way, but since they hide being dragons when they transform it only changes the dynamic a bit, so they feel a lot more like siblings and best friends with no romantic interest.

Marinette also still attracts the attention of Jagged Stone, who is an alpha dragon and excited to hear, that his kids Juleka (alpha serpent) and Luka (omega serpent) are already friends with his new favourite designer.

Kagami and her mother are both alphas and when Kagami joins the fencing team Adrien recognizes another lonely kid when he sees one, so he asks Marinette to watch the fencing class the next time and introduces Kagami to her.

Kagami has only her mother from her Pride in Paris and since they are both alphas, she enjoys spending time with Adrien and Marinette. They have a calming effect on her and she is happier. At first her mother tries to forbid Kagami from spending time with them, she only accepts them, when Adrien and Marinette convince her to send Kagami to their school (it may have also helped that Marinette "casually" mentioned how close she is with Nadja).

Amelie and Felix end up coming to Paris, because they want to take Adrien back to London, but there they meet Marinette and Amelie, a beta dragon, is so endeared by her, she decides to stay in Paris and send Felix to the same school to get to know Marinette. Felix can't understand what his aunt, a beta dragon, like his mother, from an old Pride, saw in his uncle, a human designer with dubious talents (as Felix says).

Felix is an alpha dragonling, so it's not a surprise that he likes to show off his skills as an actor and a magician. And how smart he is, obviously. When his cycle arrives after he joined the class he butts heads with the other alphas of the school's Pride, especially Chloe, Kim, Alix and Kagami, since he's around them more.

The last addition to the class is Lila, who spends her first day lying about being an omega. It turns out there were only 3 dragons at her last boarding school and die other two were beta twins several classes above her and her classmates seemed to like her more as an omega than an alpha. Her mother is human and her father a drake, which makes her a serpent and she still can't transform into her dragon form. That's why her dragon grandparents finally relented and allowed her mother to have her with her.

Since this version of Marinette is much mote confident she doesn't let this lying grow and points to the information about Lila on file and after getting to the root of the problem, they assure her that she is just as welcome as an alpha.

Just like Chloe, Lila turns out to be a bit clingy and asks Marinette to stay with her during her cycle.

The school actually has a so called nesting room where the dragon and part-dragon students can hang out and build their nests. Human students need to be invited, which doesn't happen often, because humans don't have the instincts to nest and for most of them it's boring or childish, since it's basically hanging out in a pillow fort, sleeping and cuddling for most of the time.

On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean Damian Wayne (alpha dragon) has found his place in his father's Pride. He learns from his father Bruce Wayne (omega dragon, Primus of the Wayne Pride) and his siblings Richard Grayson (alpha dragon), Cassandra Cain (beta dragon), Jason Todd (omega serpent), Timothy Drake (omega dragon, but with more beta mannerisms than other omegas, because his parents needed him to be a beta like they were) and Duke Thomas (human meta) and everyone else in his extended family.

During patrol one night his mother lures him away to ask him if he is happy. When he says yes, she tells him she will do something, so his grandfather will leave him alone for good, although she couldn't say that about Ra's obsession with Tim, since that obsession might become worse.

He reports the incident and they realize that there could be only one explanation: Damian has a twin sister and his mother is going to get her, to present her to his grandfather. Since Damian knows that his grandfather is displeased by his presenting as an alpha, since an omega would have better skills as the leader of the league, and that's one of the reasons Ra's preferred Tim, he knows that his grandfather had no idea about his granddaughter. Otherwise he would already train her. This also means his mother must have made sure, she was well hidden, she might not even know herself where she was.

Of course they will move heaven and earth to find their lost little sister and protect her from the league. They just wish that stupid magical terrorist in Paris could have waited until they found her and made sure she is safe.

[0ccuria]

2, 6 & 14 for Val'eth <3

[30 Questions for your Tav]

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

His tent would be a hanging type with a makeshift platform underneath it, tethered to trees or anything that could hold it securely. He doesn’t like sleeping on solid ground. He’s too used to the rocking of ships and weightlessness within the Astral Sea. It’d be made of canvas, dyed a dark maroon, adorned with golden spiritual baubles and other effigies. Hanging on a wooden dowel by the entrance flap would be cured meats along with various creature parts and hides that he had processed himself.

Everything is in its place inside the tent. A vanity with a wash basin and his accessories would be sat towards the back, topped with meticulously organized skin and hair products – both mass produced and homemade. His bedroll is tucked and smoothed out every morning, with his folded sleepwear resting on top. There is a small meditation corner, circled with various herbs and Zerth prayer idols. He also keeps his knives neatly aligned on his weapon rack, going from shortest to longest, but setting his best and sharpest beside his bedroll.

6. How would the player go about meeting them in Act 1? What is their introduction?

Very early around the Nautiloid crash site, pinned on the water’s edge under one of the tentacles along the beach. As you pass him he calls out for help, struggling to free himself. You can either roll a strength check to help lift the tentacle so he can slide out, or if you fail that, he will point to his knife that is out of reach in the sand. You can then hand it to him so he can hack away enough of the meat to wiggle free. Once standing, he explains that he had seen you on the ship and becomes hostile, pointing the knife at you (he will reach for it instead if you passed the strength check). He demands answers that you can’t give.

Suddenly – your tadpoles twinge and make a connection. You see through his eyes, burning from smoke and ash in the air – you’re on the docks of Creche K’liir, currently under attack by the same Nautiloid that abducted you. Caught between fighting Ghaik and your own kin, you call out a name you can’t quite understand due to the chorus of battle around you. Your eyes frantically dart in every direction in search of someone, until you finally lock eyes with them climbing onto the ship. You halt, lowering your knife as the fighting drowns out and slows into a waltz of bloodshed.

She stares back, remorseless, as she hangs off the side of the ship before disappearing into an opening. You call out to her with poison on your tongue and the heavy weight of utter betrayal on your heart. Everything then speeds back into reality and finally – darkness. The connection wanes.

You can either explain your situation and mention that you had actually come across another Gith to talk him down, or you can threaten him back – to which he will respond with respect and sheath his knife. He agrees to join you if you help him find the other Gith, clearly having had unfinished business with them.

When that other Gith turns out to be Lae’zel, he is utterly defeated – she was not the one in question. Allowing a moment of disappointment and mourning to pass, he suppresses his emotions and gets straight to business by sticking by your side to find a cure – having lost everyone under his wing, you're the next best chance he has at not becoming a Ghaik thrall.

14. Where are they from? What was home like?

Despite identifying as a Githzerai, he was originally from Tu’narath and matured on Toril – specifically within a small Creche on the eastern realm of Kara-Tur. He had been raised and indoctrinated like most other Githyanki – strict education and physical training that left him beaten, bloodied and, quite frankly, mentally damaged. His love for ships and sailing, both ocean and astral, manifested very early on during his excursions to The Celestial Sea. It had eventually led him to come across Githzerai travelers that accepted him into their faith.