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yourlocaltreesimp · 5 months ago

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I (beg) ask if you can write anything Fierce Deity related. I don't want anything else, just that you write for my boy. (Pls us FD simps are starving).

Ah believe me I know y’all are dehydrated beyond the word’s meaning. I know the struggle (I really do) So I hope I do your boy (man) ((celestial being?)) justice!

(fir post writing: wow this is a LOT of context y’all don’t want or need, but my hands hurt so… part 2?)

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Immortality is a lonely existence. There are few beings that obtain an average life expectancy to that of a god. There are even fewer again who have immortality. Proper immortality. Not the poor results of a fae deal or some curse to age and wither without death. No. Proper immortality, exempt of aging past maturity and death herself.

That made his current predicament worse. Much, much worse than being stuck in a wooden mask.

You see, Gods and the immortal beings alike are rather fickle beings. They do glorious things to entertain or punish the mortals to have their names etched into stone and uttered in myth through centuries. They only wish to exist in temples of incense and candlelight, where the people there would do anything for even the cast of an eye.

Fierce had always thought those gods were the worst. All temples would crack. All names would be forgotten. All clay tablets and pots would be broken, ironically even by their proclaimed heroes. But that’s getting ahead of us. He was worshipped only in the grounds he was made for. It didn’t matter the land, for blood soaks into soil the same no matter what. It didn’t matter the men, the corpses were plentiful and he hardly discriminates. It didn’t even matter who won, because there are no winners in war.

He was made to fight, and he was made to kill. And so he did. His name rang throughout time between soldiers and emperors alike. Both tried to gain his favour. Occasionally there would be a temple, occasionally there’d be some mortal claiming to bear his blood, occasionally he’d care.

Regardless, it all came to the same ending. The men would die, the temples would crack and his name would fade into obscurity again.

It was supposed to.

But it seemed the others didn’t like that he was beating them at a game he didn’t want to win.

‘Cruel’ they called him, ‘Violent’ ‘Inhumane’ ‘Rabid’ ‘Irate’ ‘Improper’

And so, they condemned him. And he was forever no more.

Eras passed.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years… And truly, he was nothing.

Just as they promised.

Some relic like their old tales, except he could not crack and wither.

He was lonely, perhaps just as much as before in hindsight. The fickle attention he did have was only worth something if he willed it.

At some point, He was awoken again. There were hands on his cheeks, shaky and blood covered. And there was light. The person who had called upon his spirit was not in good shape, blood spilling from their weak body as they were chased by odd looking men. A pack of wolves set on a lamb.

He’d learn throughout the next few months of hiding you and sharing your consciousness that the people of your village had thought you to be a witch. As such, you were beaten and chased.

You were a doctor, you’d told him.

You’d just tried to cure someone.

And such began his problem.

He’d never saw the purpose of mortals. They were future bodies, to him. They’d live to die. Sure, it’s better than the alternative of there only being gods, but they never held much worth to him.

Not until you.

You are good. In every way the short comings of language can express you are good. You’d devoted your life to a thankless existence and the nature of living had caught up to you. Good things didn’t deserve that. Good people didn’t deserve to live the life you led.

He was not so cruel as to condemn you to that fate.

And so, he began to help. Once gaining a physical form, (through much trial and error) He’d do the work you couldn’t manage. Hunting, building, sewing, cooking, he’d do as much as possible. He knew what it was like to be turned back upon by everyone. But you wouldn’t be able to grow past that. Not in your short life.

He held you as you shuddered and cried. He tended to your wounds and sickness. He did and would do whatever it took to see you happy again.

He did not, however, see the consequences.

It took him far too long for his comfort to realise that you were not simply accompaniment. You consumed his waking thoughts and filled his dreams. He lived around you, your wants and your needs. He began to eat because it made you comfortable, He slept because you liked to be near him, He humanised himself because it made you happy.

He would’ve renounced his title as a god to make your life perfect, or as close to as it could be.

But He could not.

He could not simply marry you and go about your lives knowing you had one another. He could not have you to hold forever. He could not always love you in sickness and health no matter how much he tried. Because at the end of the day, it’s until death do you part.

Or… do you?

(part 2? perhaps? maybe? perchance?)

#linked universe #legend of zelda #x reader #firreplies #fir’s library #lu fierce deity #fierce deity x reader

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wintertimestoryteller · 1 year ago

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Vermeil Adoration

Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble

Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-

Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.

For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.

You were created from the breath of life itself.

You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.

You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.

So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.

You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.

A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.

A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.

Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.

You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.

Maybe you should of, in hindsight.

Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.

"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."

The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"

You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.

"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."

The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"

Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"

The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.

You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."

In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."

I love you. I want to stay with you.

"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."

I love you too.

He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."

You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."

You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."

You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.

#linked universe x reader #kinda?#Fierce Deity x Reader #FD x Reader #Deity Reader #or at least highly implied #for myself as a bit of a mental break so I can work on the Fairy Tale Collection properly lol #so apologies to anyone who finds it if it's not all that good or to your taste #contains gratuitous amounts of headcanons I have for FD on those sleepless hours #and a small apology for the FD enjoyers who won't find him in the Fairy Tale Collection #next story maybe

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aikoiya · 10 months ago

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LoZ LU - Fierce Daddy

My hc? Fierce would see each & every one of the Links as his sons & every last Zelda (minus Sun) as his daughters.

However, more so in a spiritual sense.

This is based upon the hc that FD is who First was before he was First & the hc that he & Hylia were married.

However, he's stoic, very quiet, & somber. And he sometimes experiences PTSD. This is because, in my hc, he too was a protector much like the Links.

The difference is that while the Links typically (side-eyes Legend) only get a max of 2-3 adventures, then they just go about their lives. FD was on his "adventure" for, quite possibly, thousands of years with very few breaks.

This is, in the end, why he is the way he is.

Before that, he was generally a very soft-spoken, shy, introverted, gentle boy. Now, he's still quiet, but in a cold way. He can also be vindictive, harsh, & blunt.

Despite this, in his very being, he is a compassionate & empathetic person who hurts deeply when innocents are made victims of injustice. Underneath his aloof persona is someone who puts others first before himself.

The thing is that Demise had only just been repelled temporarily by the Golden 3 & several other deities, including Hebrogar, Sheikaku's father, & it'd left them sapped & the first patron deity of the land had disappeared. It was theorized that Demise had murdered him. (The theory is incorrect.)

But anyway, Demise had begun to kill mortals as bloodsport & to corrupt those that swore fealty to him.

The Golden Land became tarnished as the Monster General raped & pillaged & murdered & even cannibalized the people of the land.

And after he was sent packing for the first time, FD, Sheikaku, was named the next patron. The reason being that he was one of the only deities that didn't have a significant position in any other pantheon yet & none of the other ones seemed willing to touch the once Golden Land for fear of the Daiyōkai returning & making an example out of them.

And when FD realized this, he volunteered to be the next patron.

No one told him that he had to do this. It wasn't thrust upon him or spoonfed to him about it being destiny or his responsibility. Nobody even suggested that he do so. More so, he saw the chaos around him, saw that no one else was stepping up, & he decided that it may as well be him.

Unfortunately, he had to learn very quick that words wouldn't always be enough. Oh, he'd tried, but the longer he did not act, the more monsters, yōkai, & even Demise's mortal followers began to commit more atrocities upon innocents.

While his father, Hebrogar, had trained him to fight & protect himself, he'd never had to kill a person & the very idea galled him. But his people were dying & he was doing nothing... So, he took up his sword & forged himself into a weapon of both protection & just retribution; a Daikishin (Sheikah) or Dāvoh'lawàr (Gerudo), a wrathful god who visits just vengeance upon those who have wronged innocents. However, he does so without being guided by hate.

Although, the act of doing so. Of killing so many thinking beings, even wicked ones, took its toll on him.

He spent the next few thousand years cleaning out the evil from the land.

And as he traveled across the Golden Land, he also put to rest the souls of the dead & delivered them to the Beckonwyld (my hc of the Hyrulean afterlife). This typically involved the use of a song he'd created called the Song of Healing. However, that didn't always mean that it was always peaceful. There were times when the souls became corrupted by their own On'nen & manifested bodies from it to become Poes, which Sheikaku would then need to either soothe or put down with his Nijūrasen Zanbatō.

He became exactly what his current title implies, a Fierce Deity. A being inspired by the Japanese Kishin & the Buddhist Pāla, specifically the Dharma Pāla. Even more specifically, Yama. He became outwardly cold, ferocious, & vindictive towards his enemies. He became a god of war, retribution, death, spirits, twilight, & the moon. A figure of divine judgment.

He was deeply feared.

Yet despite this, he somehow managed to retain his compassionate & loving heart, though now it was hardened & scarred by trauma, as well as hidden behind walls.

However, at his very core, he is extremely Ashitaka-coded (from Princess Mononoke). He always does only what he believes is necessary, but at every chance he gets, if he sees a way to get peace, he will choose that. Like, he will choose to fight & defend himself, but he refuses to do so with hate in his heart. Which... is very difficult to do because... that's how he started out...

He used to get so angry over what was being done to his people... but as time passed, he learned that all this did was cause more pain, so he began to train himself in restraint & emotional control.

His family helped a lot with this. His father especially, who taught him the most about emotional control & resilience. About stoicism in the face of tribulation. If not for him, Sheikaku may have become like Demise...

He is also very no-nonsense & ever so slightly autism-coded in a similar way to how Ashitaka is.

Remember, he's witnessed the absolute worst of humanity over & over, repeatedly for thousands of years with only brief glimpses of light.

Problem is, due to his new reputation as a terrifying avenger, his fellow deities began to fear that he'd become another Demise &, honestly... he didn't blame them. His first couple hundred years as the patron certainly didn't do him many favors. (Though, such a fear was unfounded.)

Despite everything, he stepped down willingly as patron, but continued to protect the mortals of the Golden Land even after Hylia had been appointed because it was no longer just his responsibilty or duty. While yes, he only got brief glimpses of light & most of the time he was facing down humanity's worst... those brief instances shone bright like stars in the abyss of the night. He had come to love the land & it's people. He wanted to see them prosper...

It was at this point that Demise began to show his ugly mug again, but this time, he was beaten back every time by Sheikaku. Which... was astounding considering how it took the Golden 3 plus other deities to fight him back last time... Not that it was ever easy...

In the beginning, Hylia too feared him, but as time passed & she realized that he never once harmed any of her wards, she began to realize that he was more than what people assumed. Which, she hoped was the case as she missed her old friend.

She became curious &... over time... something blossomed between them.

Eventually, they wed (he made her the Goddess Harp as a wedding present) & she & FD created the Hylians & the Sheikah in conjunction, thus making the 2, sister peoples.

They then placed a sort of boon upon them that made it so that should one of the 2 peoples ever die out, the other would begin to bring more into the world.

This explains how the Sheikah always come back from what appears to be extinction.

But, moving on. FD designed a sacred weapon, a sword, that he hoped would protect his wife & their people, & possibly kill Demise once & for all. As a god of the forge of the Golden Land's pantheon & an experienced master blacksmith (among many other things), with the right materials, the correct magical infusions, & the appropriate runes, the weapon could do the job.

However, before he could begin to make it, Demise resurfaced, more powerful than ever. More than Sheikaku could handle on his own this time.

His mind scrambled for a moment before a calm came over him & his resolve steeled. FD gave the blueprints to Hylia, trusting her wisdom & skill in forging (which he'd taught her). Despite knowing how to do it, she was neither a master nor a goddess of the forge & thus, the resulting sword would not be nearly enough to end the bastard. (Though, just being a goddess with an amateur's level of forging skill still counted as a master work among mortals.) In normal circumstances, the best option would've been to have either Din or Hebrogar forge it, but both were still recovering from forcing Demise back before. So, Hylia could only follow their advice.

Either way, Sheikaku chose to fight Demise, & after informing his wife of his current plan & his back-up plan in case everything went to absolute shit, held the Daimaō off for weeks while Hylia forged the Goddess Sword.

But in the end, it wasn't soon enough to save FD.

The god of war & retribution knew that he was dying, but rather than simply fade away, he decided that he would do something that no other deity known to their world had. As his life slipped away from him, he could see above him the cosmic forces that called him to them. Because deities don't reincarnate upon death, they just join the universe & another takes their place. But, then he looked down & saw Samsara spinning below him like a carousel of colors. He thought to himself that he did not know whether or not his successor would be up to the task thrust upon them. They could fail. And all that they'd worked for would die...

Decision made, Sheikaku once more steeled his resolve & looked upon that which so many of his kind saw as a wheel of endless suffering & plunged into its terrible, wonderful, confusing rapids that immediately pulled him under. Giving up his godhood & willingly entering the reincarnation cycle. For he knew that the Triforce would not work for a deity & as of that moment, it was the best hope that his wife, his family, his people, had.

Needless to say, Sheikaku has a lot of issues & traumas to work through.

Though, despite all this, he would absolutely rend the flesh from the bones of ANYONE who dared harm the Links or the Zeldas.

He has... mixed feelings about Sky because of the fact that he & Sun are together. Though, not because of anything Sky did. It's just the fact that Sun remembers... Which is not something that was supposed to happen. (Forget the fact that he hadn't expected her to follow him.)

The whole point of reincarnation is to start over. So, remembering your previous life was kind of counterintuitive &... well... Sheikaku missed his wife...

It was like being put into a coma only to wake up & learn that your wife had been told you were dead & gotten married again during that time... In a lot of ways, Sheikaku felt left behind even though, logically, he knew that Sky was one of his reincarnations.

Feelings don't always make sense.

LoZ Linked Universe Masterlist

#loz #legend of zelda #linked universe #lu #fierce deity #lu fierce deity

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dancingsunflowers-ocs · 5 months ago

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𝙊𝘾 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 2024: 𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌�� (𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘦 15𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 21𝘴𝘵): 𝘈𝘜 𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘒

This week is all about throwing your LGBTQIA+ ocs into alternate universes! Maybe you want to give your favorite ship a classic meet-cute in a coffee shop, maybe you want to explore a romance that you didn’t make canon, or maybe you just think they would make a really great celebrity. The possibilities are endless! Whether it’s a modern-day setting, a historical period, or a completely imagined place, take this opportunity to reimagine your LGBTQIA+ OCs in new and exciting contexts. Let’s see how they navigate different worlds, face new challenges, or find love and friendship in unexpected places.

𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙭 𝙍𝙪𝙗𝙮 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙨 {𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘈 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦} ✷ 𝘝𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘜

✨ Taglist: @ginger-grimm @eddysocs @faerieroyal @daughter-of-melpomene @megandaisy9 @misshiraethsworld @arrthurpendragon ✨

#ocappreciation #ocapp #ocfairygodmother #original character #queerocs #oc challenge #opc24 #oc pride challenge #once upon a time #once upon a time oc #fyeahonceuponatimeocs #oc: raina mills #fd: once upon a time

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eddysocs · 5 months ago

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"Love is good. Love is always good," Ariel encouraged.

"Do you think so?"

"I know so."

Fantasia smiled, a light blush coloring her cheeks. This all felt so new to her, finding someone to love, and Killian, he was everything she could have dreamed of and more. And she had the support of Ariel, her truest friend in any realm.

It seemed that the stars had finally aligned for her, and she was ready.

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile

Fantasia Anders: @dancingwith-sunflowers, @fyeahonceuponatimeocs

#oc: fantasia anders #fc: lily james #fd: once upon a time #fantasia & ariel

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curious-kittens-ocs · 1 year ago

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Aspen Foster & Mr. Gold || When the Story Ends

It was like clockwork for the excruciating 28 years. Venture to Granny's diner for breakfast on his way into work. Always expecting to see the now young woman he had thought lost. She always graced him with her presence and a smile. It was a wave of hope and a possibility to get back what was once his family. This blasted curse and taken everything from everyone, but it gave him power, even if Regina deemed him as oblivious and ignorant as the others. It wasn't true. Everyday forced to fake a smile when she looked to him and said, "Good morning Mr. Gold, the usual?" Instead of, "Good morning Papa, I made breakfast!"

Bonus Curse Broken:

Forever tag

@arrthurpendragon , @superspookyjanelle , @bravelittleflower , @eddysocs , @twofacedharveydent

(If you want to be added, or taken off of a tag. Just shoot me an ask, specifying. Thanks!)

#ocappreciation #fyeahonceuponatimeocs #oc: Aspen Foster || Avira #fic: When the Story Ends #fd: once upon a time

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arrthurpendragon · 2 years ago

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Thank you!!!!! :)

OC Moodboards for @arrthurpendragon

Happy House Move and Internet + birthday Kass!

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Send an ask/message if you wish to be added or removed!

#made for me #poppy tag #friend's art #oc: cori'iana sanandrassa #fic: safe & sound #fd: star wars #oc: audrey carroll #fic: written in your heart #fd: once upon a time #oc: georgianna swann #fd: pirates of the caribbean #ba da ba ba ba i'm lovin it

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arrthurpendragon · 1 year ago

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⌨ + Written In Your Heart

(Tag you're it!)

It was a little after noon when Audrey saw the sign welcoming her to Storybrooke in the distance. It looked like Storybrooke really existed. Well, at least the sign existed, so that was a sign in the right direction. Audrey chuckled at her own pun as she pulled the Ford over to the side of the road right before the sign. Yes, she was one of those crazy people who stopped to take pictures at signs. It was a tradition she shared with her mother much to the dismay of her father. So, taking a picture with this sign seemed rather fitting.

Audrey was glad that her digital camera had somehow found its way into her gym bag because the photos on it were some of her most precious memories. Although most of them were of her sassy goldendoodle Serafina. Audrey hoped that someone was taking good care of Serafina. Her sunglasses fogged up from the tears that threatened to spill over missing her precious sweetheart.

She sniffled a bit and rubbed her eyes before deciding to leave her sunglasses on for the photo. While she had become a pro over the years taking pictures of herself with the digital camera, it wasn’t the easiest thing to flip the camera so that it faced her and couldn’t tell what the photo looked like before snapping it. At least she could delete it and try again if the angle was completely off.

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic! (if you want one back - add "tag you're it" to your ask)

#oc: audrey carroll #fic: written in your heart #fd: once upon a time #send me a fic and i'll write a sentence game #danie📚

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enchanted--roses · 9 months ago

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Anna Valentine exchange : @ginger-grimm p. 2/2

Cornelia Vogel & Prince Derek

I got inspiration for event manip right now.

Hope you like it

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wammypilled · 11 months ago

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Dark everything. GIVE ME ALL OF IT!! >:)))

Ask and you shall receive (eventually, sorry for the belated reply)

Some fd up mello hcs below...

As a result of his grandfather's violent attempts at subduing his unruly nature, little Mello was extremely defiant towards authority and quick to turn to verbal and physical aggression. As he gets older, his moods remain just as volatile but he learns to (mostly) manage his anger, a feat often accomplished by sublimating it into delightfully vicious fantasies.

Has always been utterly fascinated by torture, loving nothing more than to learn all about its history, different types and techniques. He never really planned to use that knowledge on anyone (although it's probably come in handy at some point in his mafia era, let's be real), the only times he's enjoyed tormenting someone (outside of a bdsm session) have been when he's subjected Matt to horror literature exposure therapy back in Wammy's.

Has daddy issues. In the way he blames his mother unaliving herself on his father disappearing on her. He still holds onto vengeful intents towards him, wonders if that'd finally cut whatever tie he might still have with such a dishonorable individual, or if then he'd simply be the only one left to blame.

As part of his inferiority complex, deep down he really believes he's wicked, hated by God, with no hopes to succeed in anything good or be saved. Upon seeing them for them first time, he can't help but think that the burns are the manifestation of his curse, his own undeniable mark of Cain.

Very manipulative, we know, but the thing is he doesn't do it on purpose. He just can't stand to even risk being controlled, coming out on top is a priority in relationships, too, so his default approach is to read people like books, dangle anything they want in front of them and get them to do his bidding. Does he like them? Does he hate them? Doesn't matter: once done with them he'll leave them in shambles anyway! (If they're lucky)

Speaking of which... Mello's a genius, not an assassin. His original plan for that one mafia boss was never to take him out himself, but rather to groom the guy's malcontent son to do the dirty work. Which the young man did. Only to come back home in a confusional state twenty minutes later to Mello decapitating daddy's corpse– thus becoming his first kill. Shortly followed by mommy. Then Mello finished the job, put his backpack in the freezer and took a bath in the jacuzzi to make himself presentable again before leaving.

After the events of November 11/12, he can't shake a sense of impending doom, death closing in on him, thanks to an intoxicating mix of being reminded of his failures every time he got a glimpse of himself, having an entire gang on his conscience (on top of all the other deaths and suffering he'd caused) a touch of ptsd and the crawling desperation to be victorious for once and therefore know some kind of redemption. So when he gets the call he's quite ready to step in, you know?

#hope these make the slightest bit of sense lol #theyre like matryoshka hcs idk.. i try to write them in an orderly way and always end up with a bullet list of one clusterfck after another #mello death note #mihael keehl #death note headcanons #m #dn #a&a

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