#forest angel kin

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self indulgent moodboard<3

themes - forests, service dogs, maws, biblically accurate angels

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house decor for : a fallen angel turned forest creature with forest themes and a couple colorful decor items

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[etherealkins]

fallen angel who fell to earth otherkin with themes of nature, little bits of light, and water.

requested by: anon | made by: crowley

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Gonna post some vaguely kintype related moodboards i made a while ago, enjoy :3

Btw all the images for all the moodboards i made are just from pinterest

[angel-cakeee]

I miss you ★

[dinsbeskar]

Haunted (Sauron/F!Reader)

...by the kiss you should never have given me

Lots of mini-chapters add up to an omnibus of angst, as we follow Sauron through the centuries and discover exactly what happened before his coronation.

Sequel to To Have and To Hold // Prequel to In the Dark of the Night // AO3 Link

Soundtrack: Kiss Me Harder by Jordan Fiction, Judas by Lady Gaga, Angels by Within Temptation, Heaven's A Lie by Lacuna Coil, NFWMB by Hozier

Warnings: 18+! Angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, manipulation, toxic relationship (more overt towards the end), obsessive!Sauron, soft!Sauron (yes the two can coincide), knifeplay (just a tiny bit), blood magic, Sauron is a bit of a dick towards the end, sorry, accidental prey/predator kink, knifeplay (again, tiny bit), grinding, slightly dubious consent (you do want it, but I'll tag anyway), oral sex (female receiving), P in V sex, more blood.

A/N: little bit of jumping around in this one, sorry, we start just after the wedding, then we jump to the fall of Gondolin, a little magic ritual in the middle, then the fallout from the sinking of Beleriand (why do you keep getting caught up in this??), then we close out the First Age with a little argument before someone's coronation! Little slices of their romance in quick succession! I went a little experimental in the form of this one, with a bunch of flashbacks informing the main plot at the end. I hope it works 🤞

Special thanks to @olchr-1 for the idea for our revenge on Morgoth!!

Translation note: Amartherui translates in Sindarin to "lonely fate" [Fate (amarth) Alone (erui)]

Word Count: 6k!

Fingers entwined with his, head on his chest, you were enthralled by him, by every pretty word and sweet gesture. Every time he came to visit, you would spend days on end in your secluded glade, to make up for his inexplicably long periods of absence. Sometimes he would come to you with dizzying tales of his latest triumphs, preening under your undivided attention. But lately he had taken to returning under black clouds, tetchy where he was usually playful, and rough where gentleness once reigned.

You had pulled him close to your breast and sank down into the petaled carpet of the forest floor, stroking his hair and listening as he raged on about the war in the north. You had kin fighting the armies of Morgoth, and knew his sorrows all too well, but something behind his eyes told you it was more than he was letting on.

You weave strands of his hair into elaborate braids in your lap, before undoing them and creating something greater in their stead. He eventually quiets under your idle fiddling, eyes drifting shut with a contented smile gracing his face, like a cat napping in the afternoon sun. You love him like this; no cares, no worries of war. You can soothe him like no one else, a great source of pride whenever he mentions it.

You gaze down at his unearthly smooth features and trace each contour with your eyes; your fingers slow in their busy work, moving gently across his scalp, lazily twisting his hair around your finger, making a ring to match the one he'd gifted you, ornate and bejeweled, glittering with an impossible inner light, to replace the woven band of purple iris that he'd improvised on the night of your wedding.

"You're staring, love." He smiles, snapping open his eyes and fixing you with an affectionate expression that makes your heart melt.

"Is a wife not allowed to stare at her husband? Are there no privileges to marriage at all?" Your voice is soft but your tone is mischievous, and he smirks.

"I can think of a few, ah, privileges, dearest, in fact we have exercised a few already today." He raises his eyebrows, before pulling you down to meet his lips. "But if you need reminding, you need only ask."

-

You had agreed to meet in the same secluded glade at the next new moon, but he never showed. The hours you wasted awaiting his return were at first exciting, full of electric anticipation that only love's first bloom can give. As the moon slowly passed overhead, and twinkling stars gave way to blazing sun, you shed many a tear at your folly. Perhaps he had been some mirage, an illusion to tempt you? Or perhaps the depth of his feeling did not match yours, a fleeting thought you had to bury deep in case it irrevocably shattered your heart.

You frequent the glade every so often, convincing yourself that it was a perfectly fine place to pass your time, and that you were not reminded of his warm hands or even warmer smile, every time you visit. Deceiving yourself that it meant much less to you than it did, that if he returned now after so much time with no word or warning, you would not jump into his open arms without a second thought.

Your heartache is apparent to your friends and kin, who assume you're suffering the grief they all feel, having lost so many of their kind to Morgoth's rampage in the north. How little they knew; how little you knew.

It is only when one good friend mentions the siege at Angband, that you are struck with the terrible notion that the man you cursed for abandoning you, might not have done it willingly after all. That perhaps, Valar forbid, he had perished in the siege. He had mentioned fighting in the war after all, but you had not connected that with his absence. After all, he had promised to return to you, on the morning after you had met, having shared a blissful slumber in each other's arms. He held your hands to his lips and swore he would see you again, and now it makes sense. Now you have a real reason to grieve, you realise, and the anger roiling within you turns cold, an icy pit in your stomach as tears fall freely and your heart wrenches and cracks. You were to only have one night with him, and you might never even discover his true fate.

You reason with yourself that surely you would feel if the other half of you had flown this mortal plain. But the alternative was much crueler, and to believe him dead was somehow a less hopeless fate.

Centuries later when you look back, you curse yourself for not seeing who he was, and what he'd done, but how could you? He'd taken you as his own and that was such a strong spell to break, Eru himself would have had to step in.

-

To see your city fall at the hands of your husband’s master, you had no words, only wet hot tears as you watch your people die.

"Love, we have to go, come now," he holds you firmly by the arms, shaking you a little to clear your mind of the dust and debris and blood on the streets of Gondolin.

"I can't, I can't leave them, I have to find-"

"No, we're evacuating, you're not staying a minute longer. I should not have let you linger here when He appeared on the horizon, we should have-"

You tug your arm from his vice-like grip. "Should have what? Should have left my people to wrack and ruin? We have to..." Your mind is so murky, filled with thoughts of leaving, running as far as you can with him, despite your overwhelming urge to stay and help where you can.

"We have to leave. You know there is nothing we can do for them, He will leave none alive, and I won't have you-" he can't say it, he can't even entertain the notion of you coming to harm; his fingers tighten their grip, almost painful in their desperation.

He should have foreseen this, he should have gotten you to safety when he first had an inkling that his master finally knew where the Hidden City was.

"We have to go back, I need to go back, I can't leave-"

After a thousand years, his magic had kept your tiny wedding band of iris in full bloom, untouched by the passage of time, kept safe in an ornate gilded chest, made by his own fair hands. And it was sitting in your apartments on the other side of the city, where your kin doubtless waited for you to leave with them. The sentiment in your heart held you steadfast against his shaking and pleading.

"Love, we can't stay here-" he is interrupted by explosions overhead, as the enemy host draw closer.

"You don't understand-"

"Whatever it is, it doesn't matter, you're the only thing that matters. We have to go!" He never raises his voice to you, so you're a little dumbstruck when he growls at you.

"But we have to save them!" You stop in your tracks, feet rooted to the ground, indignant at the idea of abandoning your friends and neighbours to their doom.

"Amarië," his voice is suddenly so soft, it disquiets you, brings you back to the present. "Love, they're gone. There is no saving to be done."

Sauron is a stranger to remorse, to sorrow, but at the effect of his words, a pang of guilt sweeps through him when he tells you that in all the world, he is all you have now. He tries to ignore the warm thrill he feels in the pit of his stomach, that this great cataclysm has brought about the fate he always wanted for the two of you: just you and he, no one else to rob him of your attention.

You wanted to feel deeply all the grief and pain that one would expect at being told their life was over.

Instead you just felt numb, haunted by the consequences of his actions.

-

"I curse him." Your husband's eyes grow wide at your words, grasping your hands as if to quiet you, but you press on.

"I curse Melkor, Morgoth Bauglir, to roam this earth alone. To never know peace, to never know that which he so jealously craves."

You feel you're taking Morgoth's curse rather well, all things considered. Sauron had to beg you not to storm Angband yourself after he had told you of his master's new name for you, cursing you to a forsaken existence, sundering you from your husband in all but spirit.

You had fought your way back to him countless times, and he to you; you had both vowed to continue to do so, but the rage and grief had not lessened with time, stoked to a towering inferno of wrath that threatened to break you any time you were reminded of it.

And after the fall of Gondolin, your rage at the Enemy was insatiable.

So you had your revenge.

"Enemy. Tyrant. Now I name you again."

In the dead of night, flickering candlelight casting ominous shadows over your face, Sauron cannot help but admire you, crave you, as you corrupt his master's fate.

You slice open your hand, squeezing your palm over the parchment before you, watching as crimson splashes through the stark black lettering.

Amartherui.

"Help me." You look him in the eye, your simple plea making his chest ache; he has never said no to you, his sweet wife, but this is the first time he has been tempted.

"Amarië..." his soft sigh almost convinces you to abandon your plan, but the fury bubbling in your veins is too great.

"Beloved, will you help me or not? Your power would bring this curse to fruition, but if you will have no part in it, you should leave." You stand taller, drawing yourself up to match his gaze, impossible as that may seem.

"I have never asked you for anything. Please do this for me."

The crushing weight of the love in his hole of a heart moves his hand before he can stop himself. With gnawing doubt in his stomach, he wordlessly takes the knife from you, mixing his pitch black blood with your own on the page.

You smile, a weight lifting from your shoulders instantly, and you pull him down to kiss him hard, leaving a red streak on his neck.

"I name you, Morgoth, as my people have long titled you, Amartherui." His new name falls off your tongue like a dream, and you cannot help but smile, your wicked deed complete, as you set the parchment alight, the flames glowing a sickly grey-green as the candles flicker and the room darkens, long shadows growing where the light had tentatively reigned.

"Forever and a day, a lonely fate will be yours. You shall not know the word of a friend, the loyalty of a follower, or the touch of a lover. I curse you to wander the Seen and Unseen world alone, craving the connection you sought to sunder here."

In the back of your mind, there is some semblance of guilt. There is nothing good in the act you just performed, nothing virtuous or pure in your revenge; it's cold and calculated, vicious and spiteful.

Transcending the bounds of time and space, you can feel your curse has taken effect, something shifting in the air between you and your husband.

Sauron has never loved you more, and he shows you many times that night the depth of his feelings.

-

You watch as more refugees stagger into your haven with naught more than the clothes on their backs, waiting to help and heal and offer your comfort where you can. The war has left such a dreadful path of destruction in its wake; thousands of your kin are displaced as the host of the Valar battle their way to Angband, and your people had chosen where the river Sirion meets the sea as their secret haven.

It has been decades since the armies of Valinor first arrived on the shores of Middle Earth, and the end was drawing near, according to your husband, who was waiting with you in the safety of the havens and watching closely.

"I'll see you when I'm finished here," you whisper as you reach up to plant a kiss on your husband's lips. "It'll probably be late, don't wait up for me."

He gives you an affectionate smile; how could he not wait for you? Even if he did partake in sleep, he would not be able to rest without you at his side.

"I'll be up, return to me soon." He is reluctant to let you go, but your skills are in such dire need while the city is inundated with the sick and injured.

Before the War, it was uncommon for Elves to suffer such fates, being hardy in soul and body, but Morgoth's darkness had infiltrated much of the land and infected so many of your kin. Soldiers, innocent bystanders, there were hardly any who were unaffected, and fighting the darkness was a constant effort on your part, and the team of healers you had trained in the magics of your people.

"My lady, they are calling for you." The herald's voice shakes you from Sauron's gaze, and he huffs impatiently.

"I must go." You reluctantly begin to pull away, but he draws you back, pulling you close and wrapping you up in an embrace you could cling to for an age.

"I love you," he murmurs in your ear. "When this is all over, we shall establish the greatest kingdom this land has ever seen."

"If there is a land left." You try to remain hopeful but the news of the siege at Angband is never good, never hopeful, and you fear your home will never be free of Morgoth's influence.

"I am your home," your husband, your Mairon, reminds you, tracing your cheek softly, and you cannot help but return his radiant smile.

"I know, love, as I am yours." You press a soft kiss to his knuckles, taking the strength he offers, before departing to disperse your light where you can.

The darkness infects everything it touches, and it takes all of your energy and more to renew your broken and weary kin, who have travelled so far and fought so hard to reach the havens. Healing words and ancient spells woven into soft songs, settling over the city in a melodic shield, rejuvenating the minds and bodies of your people. You work late into the night, spreading the light where you can, easing the pitch black horror in the hearts of those who had seen the worst of Morgoth's endeavours.

The night is all-encompassing when you finally crawl into bed, nestling into Mairon's firm warmth, trying not to disturb him but feeling sweet relief when his hands trace your sides in greeting.

"I was going to come look for you," his deep voice rumbles in your chest as he presses himself against you.

"No need," you try to smile, but your voice cracks as his tenderness breaks your defences, and all the heartache of the day pours out of you like blood from a wound.

His heart wrenches. He has no business feeling such emotions as remorse, but once again you have him feeling in ways that he dislikes intensely.

"I'm sorry, my love." And he is. He is actually sorry for causing you pain, the rest of Middle Earth be damned.

You sigh and take his hand, holding it over your heart.

"I know, love." You ponder your next question, whether it is a good idea to ask, but you ask anyway.

"You cannot assist in the efforts against Him? I'm sure the Valar would be grateful for your help, might even look favourably upon you-"

He interrupts you with a sigh and a kiss to your neck.

"The Valar will never look upon me favourably, beloved. I could present them Melkor in chains and they would only bind me to him."

Of course, he has thought about begging clemency, thought about fleeing with you to the edges of the world, even thought of taking you back to his master. But in the end, it was more prudent to keep you safe, and to watch and wait for the triumphant side to reveal themselves. Better to beg forgiveness from the victor than choose the wrong side.

-

"Tell me I'm wrong." You dare him to speak against you, your voice shaking in anger as your fists clench.

"My love, I-"

"No, I don't want falsehoods, I don't want games or lies or deceit, just tell me. Did you go to Eönwë as you promised?"

"I did. And I found their response wanting." In truth he had tried to make amends, tried to do penance for the ages he'd spent in Morgoth's service, but when it came to approaching Manwë for his pardon, his fear overtook him and he fled back to Angband, but he couldn't tell you that, couldn't tell you he'd been weak, pitiful, his courage failing him at the final steps to absolution.

And he definitely couldn't tell you that in order for his pardon to be granted, he would have to give you up, to avoid blackening your soul any further.

He'd rather suffer your eternal wrath than be sundered from you for even a moment.

"So you traded forgiveness for more lies." You clench your jaw, your head beginning to pound, the subtle throb becoming a stabbing pain in your temple.

"I did it for you."

"How? How is this for me?" You mock him, incensed now that he would deflect his deceit onto you.

He stands to comfort you but you rip your hands from his grasp before he can claim you.

"I do not know what to say. I thought I knew you, I thought you would do the right thing." You shake your head and laugh, your scorn stinging him as if it were a poisoned blade.

"Love, please-"

"No! No more lies. I've had it with trickery and deception, I want out." You whirl around to face him. "Shadow of Morgoth, they call you. You gather his armies to you once more, you refired his crown! So is that what you want? Do you want to be his second coming?"

In all honesty, no. His master's plans were beneath him; Morgoth wanted to break the world, Sauron wanted to reshape it, to balance and perfect it, by any means necessary.

"Please, listen to me, I need you by my side, now more than ever." He clutches your hands, heart pounding, looking deeply into your eyes, willing you to fall for his pretty words once more.

"You didn't answer me." Tears begin to prick your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall in front of him, stepping back to take a deep breath, to steady your nerves to face the man you thought you loved.

"I don't need to. Love, you will join me." His desperation becomes honeyed, dripping with the devotion you so crave from him.

"Don't. Don't do that." You whisper, as he stalks toward you slowly, his deception burning a hole in your heart that you're sure will never be filled.

"Don't you want to be with me? For all eternity, that is what we always said." He circles you, hands on your shoulders, in your hair, overwhelming you with his lover's touch, just a mite too rough.

"Not if this is your plan. I didn't marry Morgoth, I married Mairon." Sauron, your mind reminds you, and for a second you feel a wave of nausea overwhelm you.

His face twists and he pulls away.

"That is not my name." He growls, an ugly grimace taking over his lovely features.

"I've told you before, don't look inside my head!" You retort, his presence in your mind suddenly overwhelmingly obvious.

You throw him out of your mind, slamming the door shut, refusing him access to that which would be so freely given if he deserved it.

The tic in his jaw is back with a vengeance and his eyes are ablaze with a fury the like of which you have never seen.

"Who do you think you are?" He hisses, venom in every word; you don't recognise him, cold terror in your heart at the sudden switch, as if someone had doused the candle burning for you in his heart with oil, engulfing him with wildfire.

"I chose you, of all your people, as my wife; I could have had anyone, but I chose you. Aulë’s greatest smith, Melkor's most trusted lieutenant, lord of all the dark things that creep and crawl in this world. And who are you? My beloved wife." His tone is like poison in your veins, burning and spitting fire in your heart.

Who are you? He's right; who the hell do you think you are?

"I know exactly who I am. I'm the woman who leaves you."

You shall not be forsaken this time, not that doing the forsaking feels any sweeter. It wrenches every fibre of your being, your heart pounding in your chest, but you make it to the door of his chambers, hand on the doorknob, before he breaks from his stunned daze, crosses the room and clasps his hand over yours on the cool metal.

"And where will you go? Your people are scattered and displaced, and who would take you in if they knew?" His sweetly honeyed words still bite at your heart, settling in the pit of your stomach.

"I cannot stay here, not now that I know exactly what you are." You look up at him, holding his gaze, somehow fighting the urge to scratch and claw and bite your way free like a feral animal, suddenly overwhelmed with the sense that you should run as hard and fast as you can.

His eyes betray nothing, his lips curving into a condescending smirk, as he runs a finger down your cheek, gathering the tears you'd fought not to shed. He examines them as if he'd never seen their like, as if they were precious stones from the depths of the earth, mined just for him; he licks his fingers clean, turning his attention back to you, trembling under him as he cages you against the door.

"Please... please let me go." The look in his eye says begging will be useless, but you try anyway.

"You are my Queen. You're free to do as you please." He replies, voice smooth, with a pretty smirk and that predatory glint in his eye that would usually thrill you so, that still sends hot arousal pooling between your thighs, mixed with icy cold terror.

"It would please me to leave," you try to appeal to him, softening your voice, lowering your gaze.

"I'm sure it would..." he utters breathlessly as he takes you in, leaning over you, watching the artery in your throat jump in time to his own racing heartbeat.

"Mairon... please..." His lips are on yours before you can finish your plea, his hands tangled in your hair.

He pushes his thigh between your legs, letting you grind yourself against him instinctively, and he groans, deep and low in his chest.

"Even now, your body betrays you, my love."

You sigh against him, fingers raking his hair roughly, letting him caress your neck, your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he tries to expose you to his gaze. His clever fingers usually make light work of the laces of your corset, but his impatience defeats him, and he pulls a dagger from the lining of his robes, slicing cleanly through the fabric.

"That was my favourite," you admonish him, still angry with him; even as he takes you apart with his fingers and his tongue, you can't forget his plans, and you certainly can't ignore his gift to you, sitting by the window in all their glory.

Twin crowns, wrought in black iron, twisted and wicked, emanating a dark power that made you nauseous; ready for the heads of Middle Earth's new King and Queen. When you'd seen them, your blood ran cold, as you realised that once again, you'd been victim to Sauron’s deception.

"You will have a thousand more, dearest wife, whatever your heart desires," he promises breathlessly as he shucks off your dress, sliding it down your body, worshipping you with the lightest touch, soft kisses peppering your skin as he disrobes you. He falls to his knees, his head in line with your mound. He looks up at you, locking his gaze with yours, and delves into your folds with his tongue, seeking your pleasure.

You gasp, throwing your head back, as he spreads your legs to access your entrance, splitting you open with two fingers, still drawing every moan and whimper from your throat as he circles your clit, licking long strokes, tiny laps at your skin, letting you ride his face in your lustful haze. You grip his hair more roughly than you normally would, your wrath seeping into your lust, until you can't detect the distinction between the two.

He takes one of your legs and places it on his shoulder, letting you rest against him, both of you totally at the other's mercy. Such trust, such devotion, would you throw that away? Would you truly abandon him?

He worships at your altar, an acolyte to your pleasure, drawing unearthly sounds from deep within you, willing you to just stay and be his.

Your mind is racing as tendrils of his power cling to your lips, fighting for entrance to quiet your thoughts, and replace them with his sweet music. Wouldn't it just be easier? To let the darkness in?

You might as well, you muse in the back of your head, thoughts displaced by pleasure as the darkness feasts upon you.

He's solely focused on you; there is nowhere he would rather be in all of Arda. The unblemished shores of Valinor, the white trees that used to light the world, he can finally understand why his master was so hellbent on their destruction. For there is no beauty that should merit a comparison to you, and he would raze these lands to the ground to prove it.

You're drawing close, he realises, and briefly wonders whether to allow you your release on his lips.

You feel him pull away and moan, a tiny pitiful sound that makes him chuckle; of course you need him, of course you can't be without him, even in anger. Victory is nigh, and he pulls himself out of his robes to claim you once again.

He pushes you back, your name on the tip of his tongue, as he takes you in, breathes your air.

"You're mine," he growls, nuzzling your neck to better scent you. "Say it, say you'll always be mine."

"I will," you murmur softly, tears pricking your eyes as you hold him close.

"If you were to leave me," he moans against your heated skin, stroking his cock against your thigh, "there would be no rest for any bird, beast, or being in this land, no sleep, no sustenance, these lands would burn until you were returned to me."

He claims you in one thrust, filling you so completely, so sweetly, that you see stars, your breath stolen from your lungs as if it were the first time you'd ever laid eyes on him.

Your heart wrenches, pulling towards his, despite your entire being screaming at you.

You kiss him harder, your mind quietened as he bites your lip, droplets of blood wetting his tongue, quickening his insatiable need to be inside you in every way that is possible; mind, body, soul, all inextricably entwined.

The tears in your eyes threaten to fall, but you blink them back as he rocks into you, the chorus of your lovemaking drowning out all other notions. He plays you so well, a master in the art of drawing sweet melody from your lips; the harmony you both create together is unmatched to his ears, a Maia who helped sing the world into being.

A chorus of "mine" and "please" fill the air, and you're unsure whose voice is the louder, who is more desperate in their claiming of the other.

You feel him stiffen against you, his melody reaching a crescendo before yours, as he fills you with his pleasure, low groans in your ear bringing you to your peak as well. He wrings every last moan out of you, drawing out the coda of your song until there are no more notes to be played, no more pleasure to be taken.

Sweat-slicked and exhausted, you hold each other close, entwined so perfectly. You let him carry you to his bed, laying you down reverently, climbing in beside you and nestling you close, arms wrapping you tightly, refusing to let you move from his grasp.

You'd usually find such comfort in his embrace, but tonight there is an itch under your skin that his touch only amplifies, making you fight not to squirm beside him.

You cannot sleep for fear of letting him inside your head again, so when a knock at the door comes, you welcome it.

He sighs, long and loud in your ear, as evidence of his displeasure.

"I'll be back, love, there are matters I must attend to."

"Of course," you smile, fighting to make it meet your eyes.

He regards you carefully, brow furrowed.

"Do not fear, my love," he says softly as he leans down to kiss you once more. "I won't be long."

As he departs, he gives you one final look of longing, which you hasten to return with all the eagerness you can muster.

The door clicks shut, your expression falls, and you immediately disentangle yourself from the sheets,

Finding obscene amounts of your clothing and jewellery, and books beyond measure in his room was no surprise. He must have been preparing for this for years, if not longer.

Now that Morgoth was gone, the next phase of his plan could move forward, and that involved you, his Queen, taking up her rightful residence.

You dress as quickly as you're able, taking only what you can carry, and go to leave. But you notice a small ornate chest you thought you'd lost when Gondolin fell, sitting on the dresser by his bed as if it had always belonged there.

You feel as if you've been stabbed, a gut-wrenching heartache overwhelming you as you can do nothing but stand and stare.

He went back for it. He kept it all this time.

Your feet move of their own accord, and before you can blink, you've opened the chest, staring at the impossible artefact of your love for each other.

Unfurled purple petals, revealing a stark white centre, the woven band appearing as fresh as it did on the day he married you.

You hold it up, comparing it to the ring you currently wear. He really had somehow captured its likeness in a jewel, deep purple revealing a bright light in its centre, framed by ornate silver details.

You cannot bring yourself to slip it on, after all that has happened, his lies and broken promises, but you are loath to leave it.

Movement outside his chambers sends a shiver of panic through you, and you quickly move to hide behind the door. The subsequent banging has you quaking but you stand your ground, waiting for whomever it is to leave.

The door abruptly swings open, and you hear two gravelly voices discussing... you?

"Mistress?" The first call is softer, but their annoyance quickly becomes apparent as the other chimes in.

"Where is she then? They said to fetch her, but I'm not traipsing all over to find some she-Elf-"

"He won't even notice, Adar says he's too caught up in all his planning and his speeches, who cares about one missing Elf?"

"He wants them at least, over there. He'll have your head if we forget-"

"Why my head? You're the one he told-"

"Shut it and take 'em, careful now, there's magic in it still..."

Their voices fade as they shuffle back the way they came. As the door slams shut again, you realise that your husband already has an army of orcs at his disposal, and you reconsider what you're about to do, but only briefly.

Escaping the fortress is more of a task than you thought, requiring all the skills of subterfuge and swordplay that your husband has ever taught you; which is no small feat, considering the centuries you've had to learn.

Quietly slipping through the fortress mostly unnoticed, leaving the odd corpse in your wake as your husband's servants cross your path, unfortunately for them.

Thankfully the halls are mostly deserted, and you hear a clamour coming from deeper within, but you try to pay it no mind, focusing on your exit and nothing more.

It is only when you finally see daylight, pushing open the great black doors to the fortress, that you can breathe a sigh of relief. If you can just get a headstart, perhaps you'll be able to outrun him.

-

It is in the middle of his speech, appealing to his army for their continued support, that Sauron notices you are absent.

He'd sent for you when his moment of victory seemed nigh at hand, and had assumed you were readying yourself for your ascent, but now that he had persuaded Adar and his children to his cause, the sight of your face was all he wanted to see.

As he knelt before Adar, awaiting his rightful crown, he searched for you in his mind's eye. He did not expect to find you outside the black gates, breathing a sigh of relief in the watery sunlight.

A surge of rage overtook him as he clenched his jaw, settling on his knees. The mere thought of your abandonment had always made his heart twist and shatter, and at that moment, he had no heart. Just a void where it used to be.

Distracted by your torment, he barely noticed the first blow, as Adar struck him again and again with the crown that was meant to define your future together.

As he lay in a pool of thick black blood, his last thought was of you; how could you betray him? And thank the Valar you did.

-

A great blast of freezing cold air knocks you off your feet, and for a second you thought you heard his voice on the wind. It's all you can do to just lie there, covered in frost and shaking, trying to assess if you're at least physically intact, your emotional state another matter entirely.

Clutching your head as blood trickles down your face, you shakily get to your feet. It is as if someone has emptied the heavens of all its snow where before there was nothing but arid plains. The air is suddenly glacial, the ground frozen and cracking underfoot.

It is as you contemplate your frozen breath in the air, that you realise you can't feel him. A vacuum in your mind, a void in your heart that you haven't experienced in more than a thousand years, and you can barely recognise that it is his absence that has left such a hole.

You thought you might feel free when you were rid of him, but all you feel is empty, yearning for a presence that has haunted you for millennia.

[kidasthings]

Echoes of Eden by Kida

Noa x Mae - #omgisthisastorywithplot?

Chapter 2: Echoes of Eden by Kida – @kidasthings on Tumblr

Prologue

Three centuries after a catastrophic virus decimated human intelligence, turning the survivors into primal shadows of their former selves, the world has irrevocably changed. The ALZ virus, originally intended to combat Alzheimer's disease, not only ravaged humanity but inadvertently gave rise to a new dominant species: intelligent apes.

Near the ruins of what was once Los Angeles, Noa, a valiant chimpanzee of the Eagle clan, has just thwarted a power-hungry bonobo, Proximus Caesar, from enslaving his people. Guided by the teachings of a certain orangutan, Raka, who revered the nearly forgotten, peace-loving chimp Caesar, Noa believes in a world where apes and humans can coexist peacefully. However, during his quest, he encounters Mae, a human who defies his expectations. Mae, immune to the virus and possessing the ability to speak, challenges Noa's perceptions of humans as mere animals.

Together, Noa and Mae manage to prevent Proximus Caesar from seizing a cache of potent human technology by flooding an old bunker. In the process, Mae secures a crucial computer drive that enables her underground human community to reconnect with distant survivors, bridging isolated pockets of humanity; she also manages to betray Noa and his clan by leaving them to fend for themselves.

As Mae's group in Los Angeles prepares to merge with new allies from Fort Wayne, Indiana, tensions escalate. Unaware of Mae's bond with Noa, a small but well-armed scouting party from Fort Wayne comes across the Eagle Clan’s village on their way to Los Angeles to meet up with Mae’s people.

Far more adept on their own home turf, the scouting party is caught by the apes, rounded up, and held hostage. Their weapons are confiscated. Mae is called in when the scouting party never reports to the underground bunker where the rest of the intelligent humans in her group seek refuge. Caught between her origins and her convictions, Mae faces the ultimate choice during the tense encounter: stand with her human kin or protect Noa, the ape she has come to admire.

This story explores the fragile hope for reconciliation in a world torn apart by fear and prejudice. Can Noa and Mae forge a path toward peace, or will the shadows of old wars darken the future dreamed of by the legendary Caesar?

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Chapter 1

In the dense shadows cast by the towering trees that skirt the Eagle clan's village, the air was thick with tension and the faint scent of smoke from distant fires. The setting sun bled red over the horizon, casting long shadows across the rough-hewn faces of the Eagle clan and their new captives. Five ALZ-immune humans from Fort Wayne sat bound and rigid, their eyes darting nervously as they listened to the low, ominous murmurs of the assembled apes.

Noa moved deliberately among the captives, his demeanor stern yet marked by an inherent fairness. Each human he approached met his gaze with a mix of defiance and fear, but none spoke. They clung to their silence like a shield, even under the weight of Noa's penetrating stare.

"No purpose here can be good if it starts with secrets," Noa stated, his voice resonating with a calm authority as he paused before a younger man whose jaw was stubbornly set.

The chants from the simian crowd grew louder, a discordant mix of anger and fear, with proposals of banishment or worse. They remembered what happened with Proximus Caesar, the obsession with human technology and worldly knowledge, and want none of it. Noa raised a hand, called for silence, but the restlessness was palpable, a living thing that fed on uncertainty and fear.

At the perimeter of the village, a human woman keeps a low profile in the brush. She had followed a single flare that burst bright in the sky to this location. It was a habitual thing, to bypass this region when doing her rounds in the forest. Immunity to the Simian Flu had bequeathed her the role of tracker, hunter, and scout after her initial mission was completed. Brown hair, blue eyes like the sky, Mae can only watch the scene unfold with a pounding heart. Worry lines were etched deeply into her brow, and her hand reached up to clutch at something around her neck - Raka's pendant - the symbol of peace promoted by an ape named Caesar long ago.

Noa gave her that pendant. For an inopportune moment, Mae was lost in reverie.

Without warning, a strong hand gripped her shoulder, yanked her from the shadows. Mae stumbled forward, dragged into the open. Her breath caught as she was thrown unceremoniously to the ground before Noa and his human captives. Dust and small stones bit into her palms as she caught herself, and a small grunt escaped her lips.

The sudden appearance of the human - a known and not particularly fondly remembered human - amongst them drew shocked gasps and murmurs.

Noa’s eyes widened in recognition, then narrowed in a complex tumult of emotion. The last time they parted, it was with a promise of peace, and yet here she was, thrown at his feet, disrupting the fragile balance he had fought to maintain.

Mae’s chest heaved as she pushed herself up slightly, her voice raspy but resolute as she met Noa's gaze. A single word hangs between them, charged with layers of meaning, a plea, a greeting, a reminder of shared dreams and bitter realities.

"Noa."

In that moment, the world narrowed to the space between them. Noa stood motionless, the voices around him faded into a distant hum. His heart fought a fierce battle within, torn between his duty to his clan and the undeniable pull he felt towards this woman who embodied both the past they shared and the future they might still forge. He can see Caesar’s pendant, an encircled diamond, as it swung from Mae’s neck wildly.

She still had it.

It is a symbol of ideals that suddenly seem so distant in the face of palpable tension and looming conflict.

The standoff stretched out, every breath, every silent plea, every hope and fear suspended in the dusty air of the dying day.

“Noa,” Mae tried again, defeated. She pulled herself up to stand on shaky, coltish legs. The Eagle Clan scout that initially seized her did not reach for her again as Noa lifted one hand to stay him.

Noa closed his eyes, as if in contemplation.

“What are you doing here?” he finally asked, as he reopened his eyes and shuttered his gaze.

Mae’s lips thinned out into a seamless line, and she cut a gaze over to the trussed-up humans attached to poles in the center of the village.

Noa nodded, once. He did not need much more than that as he added, “They approached our borders. We do not yet know their intention.”

The five Fort Wayne humans, still tied tight, share deliberate looks of fear between themselves. There is clear intelligence writ into their faces. They are not gagged, much to the chagrin of some of the villagers, as Noa would not have it. Still, they are oddly quiet. A few cast curious looks at Mae, no recognition in their eyes. The only woman in the group chewed her lower lip in frustration. Her blonde hair is cut short in a severe bob.

“Let them go, Noa.” Mae stated boldly, taking a step forward. Two other apes, positioned parallel to her, moved to intercept her advance towards the hero of the Eagle Clan. Once again, Noa lifted his calloused palm and gritted his sharp canines.

“Follow,” he told her, indicating something or someplace to the left with a sharp jerk of his head.

There is a short murmur of indignation from the gathered villagers, save for a small group which consisted of Soona, Anaya, and Noa’s mother. They appeared stuck in a shallower tumult of emotion. Noa’s mother took a step forward, unsure, but Soona placed her palm on the female ape’s furry shawl-covered shoulder and stopped her.

Mae’s eyes followed Noa, capturing his unique profile in a blink, and then dipped her head and hesitated. It is always that hesitation, caught between following an ape and leaving her kind behind, but with a reluctant glance at the captives she turned to follow.

He led her to a towering edifice of wood and natural materials that might be described as a tree house. Far above them, hawks circled in the sky, their soaring shadows blotting out the last rays of the sun. They landed at the top of the tower, a dizzying height, and screeched down at her.

Noa ascended a small ramp and stepped past a woven flap of material.

Mae did the same after taking a moment to peer backwards over her shoulder to ascertain the serious faces of a few apes herding her to the entrance.

Once inside, the darkness enveloped her, and the woman became hyper-aware of a dual pair of reflective eyes that watched her in the darkness of the interior.

“You came back,” he said, voice rough with something like emotion.

“Not by choice,” she quipped, and then stepped sideways away from the shaft of light thrown down by the door.

“Why?” It’s a simple question for a complex answer, and she wasn’t ready to answer it.

“I saw a distress signal in the sky,” she replied easily, eyes skating over the shadows and shapes in the interior of the newly rebuilt tower. “I had to see for myself. It looked like a human flare.”

“A flare?” he questioned; voice flat.

“It’s a human thing,” she sighed.

She heard him padding closer to her, his eerie eyes backlit by whatever reflective photo-sensitive cells nocturnal animals possessed. More of his face came into detail. After he stood about a few feet away, he stopped.

Mae froze.

“You have  ... it,” he informed her quietly.

“Yeah,” she agreed.

A hand reached out, seemingly disembodied in black space, and she felt the immediate lift of the small weight at her neck.

“Do you ... still believe .. in what it stands for?”

Her answer is the same as before, the same empty mantra. “I-I don’t know, Noa.”

A huff, a sigh. The weight on the back of the cord returned and he stepped back.

“Let them go,” Mae demanded, again.

He did not reply, not right away, but he did give her a long look. It was hard for her to discern in the dim dark, but it might be a soft rebuke. “I have to know … why they are … here.”

Mae’s mind shut down, because she wasn’t ready, or can’t tell him that. Her group of survivors had been expecting the Fort Wayne scouting party for months now. The underground bunker housing her people was the last of its kind for hundreds of miles. They had not come across any other intelligent humans in that time, so this must be the group they awaited. Mae was not an idiot; she had seen the sentry apes rifling through a small stockpile of guns on the ground when she was roughly manhandled to the ground.

She trusted Noa situationally, sure, but did she trust him with this?

There might have been a flash of hurt on his face but the dim interior concealed it well. “They belong with me,” is all she can muster.

“Tell the truth,” he parried back. There was a frustrated edge to his voice, nearly a growl.

“I am telling the truth,” she quipped stubbornly.

“Mae,” he refuted quietly, moving so fast that he is suddenly in her space again, too much and too soon. She gasped, caught off guard. His fingers found Raka’s necklace again, still around her neck. He was staring hard at it.

“Tell … me.”

Her tongue is nothing but a slug in her mouth, unable to form words. Noa had never been this close before, taking up her space, her attention, her very being. Caught between one moment and the next, she shook her head in utter disbelief. She could see his features more clearly, the craggy brow, the dark-light eyes, the slight downturn of his mouth beneath an inhuman nose. For a second, he gripped the pendant around her neck tightly, as if he wanted to hold it for some length of time, and then released it yet again to step past her.

Their shoulders brushed, and Mae forgot to breathe.

His voice carried over from somewhere behind her, close to the entrance. “If you will … not speak …  they will.” A rustle of fabric against fur, and he is gone.

Within the crude tower, Mae lets out the breath she held in a slow whoosh.

Noa.

[kitkinnie]

games w. species euphoria

please don't spoil any of the games with stories in the replies or reblogs!

Ori and the Blind Forest - felinekin, maybe some kind of fae or angel kin too ori is very good little creature design and it moves around so fluidly but there's zero customization, if you vibe with ori it's great and if you don't, might not be for you. it's a puzzle platformer similar gameplay-wise to hollow knight (but not as difficult)

Hollow Knight - bugkin, ghostkin, voidkin difficult but very pretty and atmospheric. i've played some of it before getting stuck/being unable to progress because i'm not good at video game. hard platformer with boss fights.

Stray - robotkin, catkin this is one i've been meaning to play for ages (and haven't gotten around to pirating yet, cough) Stray is a 3d game set in a cyberpunk/sci fi world. You play as a tabby cat trying to find its way back to its home and it looks stunning. I assume the story is great, too.

Roblox Creatures of Sonaria - there are so many creature designs there you're bound to find something that's youcore their colors can be customized. It's a multiplayer survival game so it's more stressful than the other games on this list, you gotta be trying not to die the whole time

Animal Jam Classic / Animal Jam Play Wild - lots of real world animals you can dress up and change the colors and patterns of your animals. ajc is in 2d and ajpw is in 3d and has more animal options, but i find ajpw really confusing personally.

William and Sly/William and Sly 2 - foxkin old flash games available as a set on steam, a quest platformer where you run around a pretty forest environment as a red fox and find various things. the music is lovely, both games have a great atmosphere, played it a ton as kid on armor games. i dont think i ever even finished either game i just loved running around as sly (in the second game there are also little kitten-fairies that you can collect and that follow you around)

Postmouse - mousekin free on steam, 3d puzzle platformer where you're a mouse that delivers letters. it can get a little obtuse and confusing at times which is why i never finished it, but it's very charming and free to play! you run around all these huge and pretty environments as a fancy-dressed little mouse .

Lost Dream 1 and 2 - foxkin abstract/stylized/polygonal walking simulator where you play as a red fox. doesn't seem to be much story and the reviews are mixed because walking sims like this need to be like, your cup of tea.

Spyro Reignited - dragonkin of course had to mention such an OG dragon game. never played it but like, it's spyro. cartoony 3d platformer in a fantasy environment.

Oneshot - catkin pixel rpg where you play as a cat child and the gimmick is that you only have one life. the steam page tags it as story rich and having multiple endings/story choices you can make, and the graphics are beautiful, the whole game seems to be made of dark colors and poppy accents

Honorable Mentions:

Way to the Woods - an in-development 3d game where you play as a deer and fawn exploring different enviroments.

The Isle - an early access survival MMO where you play as a dinosaur and try to stay alive.

feel free to add more in reblogs, i know i'm missing a lot of classics but i'm getting tired

[whereserpentswalk]

Do you know what it looks like when powerful things, truly powerful things die? When something massive, with abilities beyond mortal power, ends its life.

When giants know it's their time to die they lay down, useally in a forest. It takes awhile to kill a giant, even when wounded they have days to prepare. They lay down so that nothing will be crushed by their fall. They have mo burial rituals, it would require too much space. It's like a whale fall when they die, the wild dogs and birds will spend weeks, mabye months feasting on their flesh. Humans and their kin can take from them too, their skin is sturdy, their organs fertilize the earth, and their bones are as hard as steel, and can be used for building or for arms. Some of the oldest cities were once towns built in giant skeletons. Both good and bad giants accept their deaths, it's in their nature.

Witches and warlocks always die the opposite way. They're stubborn, of course they are, they think the can master death itself. They make themselves all sorts of horrible things to ward off their own death, from great machines of clockwork and rhythm, to changes to their bodies to save themselves, twisting their forms into truely inhuman things. They say this is part of why so many witches and warlocks grow to such an old age, but they are still mortal at heart, most of them human by birth, though by old age they will hardly seem human, perhaps hardly seem like something of this world at all. Dying warlocks and witches always deny their own deaths, and to meet one is to witness something horrifying yet miserable. They say there was a warlock king who spent his last centuries chained to a gilded throne, unable to move, eating the souls of lesser mages to keep his own soul from passing on.

Dragons die the most destructive deaths. They are beings of fire and ash, and their bodies do not beyray that notion in their doom. Wherever they fall, they will light their surroundings ablaze, burning fields and forests, burning even oceans and lakes. Their blood will poison most life, but the life that survives is changed, flowers become thorny and hot to the touch, birds lose their feathers and grow leathery wings, snakes and lizards and crocodiles grown into wyms and drakes. And those humans and elves who survive a dragonfall but feel it's firey blood become vampires, the freshest and strongest vampires the world ever sees, more powerful and deadly than vampires turned by the bite of their own kind.

When angels die it is their own choice. They don't useally do it, but sometimes they are compelled to. Some wish to join mortal lovers and freinds who have passed, some are merely board or saddened by the world, and some; those who are born to the darkest of gods, are commanded to. They'll useally go to a city center or on top a holy place to do it, and they'll just stand or kneel where they wish to pass, and wait and their radiant bodies turn to stone or metal. They just look like statues after that, after a few generations they are useally thought to be.

Devils and faeries die the strangest deaths. Sometimes they choose to, sometimes they just know they're dying. They'll walk off to somewhere where nobody can see them, and than they just won't be there. Nobody even sees them disappear. They'll just walk into another room, and when you follow them they won't be there, like they were never there at all.

[wild-forest-critter]

hey!!! fun fact! were actually a plural system 😁

we have an intro for us under the cut if you wanna see!! also we will probably have sign offs now for our own content except requests!

you can ask us stuff but we can choose not to reply!!

we are a bit complicated, but the best way to describe us is an plural system*. we do not have DID or any other disorders.

*meaning we are multiple beings in 1 body!

note: we are still figuring ourselves out which means this may grow ^^

note: the emojis are our social media sign offs!

The Pumpkin Patch

(the pumpkin patchers)

our hosts

Fin/Finley -🍓

any pronouns/terms except fem ones

skunk/german shepard/penguin/Jiji/fox

usually more nervous

Zee -🌈

they/fae

human being lol

our littles

Max -🐾

he/him

border collie

3-6 yrs old

sleepy, a bit more shy

gets scared really easily

likes to color, loves stuffed animals

no specific habitat but somewhere cozy and warm

??? or spritz -🪽 or -🩹

pronouns -???

angelkin and clouded leopard

a bit fuzzy

-angel wings for ears and clouded leopard tail

a very spunky kiddo!! has energy and loves stimming

does things they arent supposed to

caregivers (?)

Atla -❄️

she/faer/snow/pad/flipper

penguin/canadian lynx

-calmer and loves the cold! caregiver-ish

-cold ocean and mountain forests/reg. mountains

other

Pix -👾

he/him, hy/hym, fae, pix/pixel

fox/canadian lynx/both genders of lion

pixelated for some reason

a bit more energetic

Earth/Dream - 🌏

it/its?

I kin the Earth and the clouds.

I am older then our body- 14-17.

[silhouette-system]

Hello and Welcome to our system, the Silhouettes from the TV! We’re a low alter system, though we do believe there are more fragments in the back lol

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My name is Ayrton, and I’m the host of the system! I use he/him/himself, it/its/itself, spir/spiri/spiriself, and ana/logue/analogueself pronouns. I’m asexual and panromantic. I’m a non religious angelkin, and I’m looking for a deitykin, angelkin, or godkin of some type to worship. I’m also a liminalkin; Liminal Angel of Forgotten Whispers is my ‘oFfIcIaL’ title. Emoji: 🏎️ or 🪽 My picrews below:

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My name is Wanderer and I’m the co-host (?) of the system. My pronouns are he/they/it/retro and my gender is no. I’m aroace, sex repulsed. I’m a German Shepherd kin, specifically a military K-9 dog. I like the Arctic Monkeys, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Radiohead, and other bands like that. Please do not speak to me about any type of sexual content or NSFW. This is my sign off emoji: 🖤

~~~~~~~ Hi!! My name is Sasha, and I’m really happy to meet y(‘all)ou! I use she/her pronouns, and I’m transfem! I’m bisexual :) I’m a faerie (NOT a fairy), and I love magic and flowers and the forest! I’ll use this emoji to sign off: 🦌! Ayrton made me some picrews, which I’ll put right down there! 👇

~~~~~~~ Do I have to do this…? Yes. Now do it. Fine.

*sigh* Hey, mate. My name is Ghost, I’m a fictive from CoD. Believe me, none of us are happy about it either. He/him, cis, gay. I’m basically here to make sure Ayrton takes care of the body. Do not talk to me about my canon past and/or current events. I do relate to my source. I don’t want to talk to Ghost fictives, but I’m fine with any other CoD fictives. Sign off will be 🌑. Here are the Picrews Ayrton and Wanderer made me do:

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other alters: K, she/he/they. Aroace. Bird therian Sign off: 🖋️.

Ari, she/he, unlabelled. ADHD holder, probably a little. Sign off: ✨

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Other info:

We’re learning German, and would love some tips!

Collectively likes the Lumineers!

we play saxophone!! 🎷🎷🎷

dni: anti-endos, radqueers, TERFs, p3dos, zoos (zo0philia, not zooanthropes. On that note, lycanthropes and therians/otherkins whose identity is from their delusions are welcome as well!) those interested in arguing, anti-furries/therians, etc. We retain the right to block as needed!

random user boxes!

friends!!!! @bored-dromaeosaur @tameable50 @maryland-officially @furbyobsessedpup

[projectcrimson]

WHB WORLD BUILDING HCS:

—» The Ring of Pride has two sections, the red and the blue forest, it has been there long before any of the Kings arrived and the demons populated the land. The blue forest is filled with vines that you can use as a medical tool, whether that'd be medicine or a bandage, glowing slugs hidden in caves that can heal injuries immediately, deceitful plants that can kill you, murky swamps, fireflies and living beings such as tiny things with mushroom as heads (called eno) and faes.

So long as you give the Eno something shiny, they won't steal your stuff. In this universe, a fae speaks in riddles and lies, you have a choice to believe them or not. If you know what they're lying about, they will give you a reward, if you don't, you will receive temporary blindness.

Meanwhile, the Red forest has lava as water, grass replaced with moss that are soft and fluffy as cotton, the trees pulsing as if it were alive, the environment looked dead and deserted. Ironically, it produces the freshest of fruits you could ever find. If you walk further, you will find Soul Sand Valley, filled with dark grainy sand that cries and groans under anyone's steps, and with each step it pulse under anyone's boots, releasing blue ribbons of light, similar to northern lights.

Lucifer's building is sectioned in-between the respective biomes. The demons that live there only respect him because he's one of the, if not, onlymedical service that is knowledgeable and available. (Another reason is that he is stronger than any of the Kings since he was the first Angel that God created.)

—» The Ring of Gluttony is one of the most dangerous Ring for MC to enter. People underestimate how Gluttony can be dangerous for someone, it isn't only an addiction towards food, it can be an indulgence towards money, sex, beauty, technology, violence, Solomon as an escapism. They indulge to the point they harmed others in order to drown in their needs and wants, throwing parties and celebrating is the only distraction but it's not enough to satisfy their Sin.

They have ravenous rabbits who travel into packs that eat and tear any creature— including their own kin, angel, demon, fae, whatever, they will be where death lies like vultures. One will appear to be harmless until another appears then another, and another, and every one of those white creatures devour your skin like their last meal 'til you're flesh and bones.

If you ever go to the Glutton Ring, either have the King to escort you or the right-hand men of Beelzebub accompany you in your stay because the minute you're out of their sight, the creatures will not hesitate to devour you. After all, even if the King favors you, their Gluttony needs to be satisfied.

A/N: I'll be posting once or twice a week to keep the grind going (& bcs of school) and I will make a short comic at 50 followers so go hit that button! :))

[sky-forest-inn]

Welcome to the Sky Forest Inn!

Note: URL was formerly evilshelter

THIS PINNED POST IS OUTDATED!! NEW ONE WILL BE POSTED EVENTUALLY

Main major change is we’re pro-endo so yeah cry about it

We are a freshly discovered OSDD-1b system, and we are still a tad bit blurry, so do be patient with us as we go around things! Our main blog is @localwindmage Our Simply Plural is LocalWindmage. This blog post WILL be outdated super frequently due to how easily we split, but our Simply Plural should stay up to date most of the time!

General info: Syscovery: 7th Feb 2024 Collective pronouns: he/it/she AuDHD and Anxiety ridden Bodily 18 | March 22 Learned about systems for like FOUR YEARS and been in denial about being a system for at least two lmao Few of us used to be "kins" of Pinter's before our syscovery

SOURCEMATES ARE ALL WELCOME!!

Headmates under the cut (should be in order of image)

updated as of 16 May 2024

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HOSTS

[🌨️] Pinter/Cyco/Ashes (OTI) [HOST] he/it Genderless (Brainmade) Also a Maroon (Vs Imp) memory-holder and Slingshot (Phighting) kinnie ❤️Temnova (26/11/2018) ❤️Brunhilda (7/6/2022) ❤️Gambit (25/9/2023) ❤️Angel (12/1/2024) ❤️Ikabod (17/2/2024) ❣️Zimiri ❣️Midnight ❣️Kaz (forgot our anniversaries </3)

[🌑] Inka (OTI) [DISTRESS HOLDER/CARETAKER] he/they Gendervir (Fictive of Ikabod Kee (The Upturned)) ❤️Amanita (20/3/2024)

[👑] Revon (OTI) [CO-HOST] he/him Male (Fictive of Prince Revon (Arcane Odyssey))

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FREQUENT FRONTERS

[👾] Ballista/8-Bit (ATIUC) it/he Genderless (Fictive of Pixel (Animator vs Animation))

[🎷] Deka/Dekagon (OTI) pronouns + gender up to interp (Brainmade)

[🖤] Ikabod/IK/Ika (OTI) [GATEKEEPER] he/it Bigender (Fictive of Ikabod Kee (The Upturned)) ❤️Pinter (17/2/2024)

[🧨] Ixol (OTI) any pronouns Non-Binary (Fictive of Ixol (Adventure Forward 2))

[🔪] Razor/Blade/Dagger (OTI/IWC) [HOST / BACKUP FRONTER] she/her Trans-Female (Fictive of White (FNF Vs Imposter)) Also an Ixol (AF2) kinnie ❤️Angel (18/3/2024)

[💚] Wave/Ezra/Green (OTI) he/any (Fictive of Green (FNF Vs Imposter)) ❤️Angel (3/3/2024) ❤️Gambit (14/3/2024)

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OCCASIONAL FRONTERS

[🐍] Barracuda/Cuda/Serpent (ATI) he/it/they Questioning (Fictive of Barracuda [Noisestorm] (Just Shapes and Beats) ❤️Lycan (7/4/2024)

[🎥] CCTV/POV (OTI) he/it/they Genderless (Non-canon Skibidi Toilet alter)

[🎵] Cepheid (OTI) [CARETAKER] he/she/they Intersex Male (Fictive of HotPink Boombox (PHIGHTING!: Colorverse))

[🖋️] Cylon (OTI) he/they/any Genderless (Fictive of Cyalm (Adventure Forward 2))

[🎶] Green (OTI) any pronouns Genderfluid (Fictive of Green (Alan Becker))

[🔥] Hazard/Maroon/Ash (OTI) he/him Trans-Male (Fictive of Maroon (FNF Vs Imposter)) ❤️Angel (13/2/2024)

[🗝] Key/Locke/Chain (ATIUC/IWC) she/they Male (Fictive of Morden (Arcane Odyssey))

[💧] Lament (OTI) [EMOTIONAL REPRESSOR] any pronouns Undergendered (Fictive of Ikabod Kee (The Upturned))

[❄] Nevi/Neviro (ATI) he/him Male (Fictive of Neviro (Arcane Odyssey))

[❤️] Redbbox/RB (DNIUC) he/it Male (Fictive of Redbbox (PHIGHTING!: Colorverse)) ❤️Angel (14/2/2024) ❤️GK (9/5/2024)

[💙] Shotz (ATIUC/IWC) he/they Trans-Male (Fictive of Slingshot (PHIGHTING!))

[💕] Surveyor/Pink (OTI/IWC) she/her Demigirl (Fictive of Pink (Rodamrix)) Also a Monotone (Vs Imp) kinnie ❤️Purple (22/2/2024)

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RARE FRONTERS

[🤍] Angel/Alice/Auris (OTI) she/her Female (Fictive of Slingshot (PHIGHTING!))

[❤️‍🩹] Aries/Tan (OTI) they/she Genderfluid (Fictive of Tan (Rodamrix))

[🐉] Arrolin/Laoin (ATIUC) he/she/it/they Non-Binary (Fictive of Arrolin (Adventure Forward 2)) ❤️Temnova (11/3/2024)

[⚔] Asha (ATI) she/it Demiflux (Non-canon Arcane Odyssey alter [OC])

[🎖️] Captain/Crimson (OTI) he/him Male (Fictive of Crimson (Rodamrix))

[🔖] Cardboard (OTI) it/its Genderless (Brainmade)

[💣] Cherubim/Cherry/Cheru (OTI) she/they Questioning (Brainmade)

[📞] Comms/White (OTI) he/she/any Questioning (Fictive of White (Rodamrix))

[🚀] Kitty (OTI) she/any Gender (Fictive of Futureket/Futureshot (PHIGHTING!: Colorverse))

[🟠] Rockcliff/Circle (OTI) any pronouns Questioning (Fictive of Circle (Just Shapes and Beats)

[🕳] Sil (OTI) she/her Genderless (Brainmade)

[🏹] Silverthorn (DNI) he/they Male (Non-canon Arcane Odyssey alter [OC])

[🔭] Silvester (OTI) she/her Female (Fictive of Black Camerawoman (Skibidi Toilet))

[📎] Song/Del/Dark (OTI) he/they/she Genderfluid (Fictive of Black (FNF Vs Imposter))

[🌈] Vantablack/VB/Vanta (ATIUC) he/they Questioning (Fictive of Vantasword (PHIGHTING!: Colorverse))

[🎸] Zulius/ZK (DNIUEC) he/they Agender (Fictive of Zulius Kaltaris (Songs of War))

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NEARLY NEVER FRONTS

[⭐] Ansh (OTI) any pronouns Demiflux (Fictive of Anshine (Adventure Forward 2))

[💛] Aristris [ATI/IWC] [FORMER HOST/TRAUMA HOLDER] he/him Trans-Male (Fictive of Aristris (Super Paper Roblox))

[💫] Asura Gale (OTI) they/he Trans-Male (Non-canon Arcane Odyssey alter [OC])

[🎁] CK Rocky (OTI) she/he Genderfluid (Non-canon The Upturned alter)

[🌱] Seeker/Planter/Guardian (OTI) she/he Bigender (Fictive of Lime (Rodamrix))

[⚙] Shallare/Shally (OTI) she/he Bigender (Fictive of Shallare (Adventure Forward 2))

[🎩] Skylar/Blueband (OTI) he/any Bigender (Fictive of Blueband (Adventure Forward 1 Deluxe))

[🌹] Stelle (OTI) she/they Questioning (Fictive of Forteshifter (Rodamrix))

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TO BE ORDERED/NEW

[🪨] Carina (ATI) prns (Fictive of Lady Carina (Arcane Odyssey))

[🔆] Joy Zelgius (OTI) she/they Questioning (Non-canon Arcane Odyssey alter [OC])

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KEY: ❤️=romantic lover ❣️=platonic lover OTI= Okay to interact ATI = Ask to interact DNI = Do not interact ...UC = ... unless close DNIAA = Do not interact at all IWC = Interact with caution IWEC = Interact with extra caution

Bonus image of us in height order ✨

[bluelocksource]

Gagamaru Gin’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible 1 & 2).

"Let’s score one more goal and turn things around." (EB1)

"Jump! Nerve transmission—my super reaction!!" (EB2)

☆ Character's colour: Silver white.

☆ Weapons:

肉弾戦 (nikudansen) = figuratively means an activity involving large amounts of physical contact, especially in sports. (EB1) Full-body spring, super reaction. (EB2)

☆ Birthday: 2nd January.

☆ Current age: 18 17 (3rd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Capricorn.

☆ Hometown: Wakayama prefecture.

☆ Visual acuity: 6.0

☆ Current height: 191 cm.

☆ Foot size: 30 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: ? (not aware)

☆ Blood type: O.

☆ Motto: "Natural form." (In his own theory, it means "accept the way you are and live according to your heart")

☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Yasei High School football club.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 12.

☆ Favorite food: Meat. "Especially raw meat."

☆ Disliked food: Bento from the convenience store. "Because it contains preservatives and chemical seasoning."

☆ Favorite animal: Bear. ”I’m acquainted with the local mountain bears. Do you want me to introduce you to them?”

☆ Favorite season: “I like all of them because you could see the mountains and forests’ natural beauty in each season.”

☆ Favorite football player: Gareth Bale.

☆ Favorite song: He likes listening to a band called ‘Southern All Stars’.

☆ Favorite anime: Higanjima, NARUTO, BASTARD!! – Destructive God of Darkness, Tenshi na Konamaiki (Cheeky Angel), Fire Punch, KarakuriCircus, Tekkonkinkreet, Yamikin Ushijima-kun, Gin to Kin, Dorohedoro, Dandadan, and many more.

☆ Hobby: Reading manga.

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: Bamboo. "If you don’t pluck out the bamboo shoots right away, it’ll grow quickly. And I grow mushrooms at home…. Eh.. You didn’t mean the actual thing?" (he didn’t know the question was referring to the chocolates.

☆ What goes best with rice : "Wild boar meat. The one I hunted. Let’s give it a try, everyone!”

☆ Magazine he often reads: Young Magazine, Jump, Young Jump, Big Comic Spirits, and Weekly Shonen Magazine

☆ Ideal type: Cameron Diaz.

☆ What makes him upset: Animal cruelty. "I will become your opponent."

☆ What he think his strength is: His own physical ability, eyesight and hearing.

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: Machine illiterate, and doesn’t understand people’s feelings.

☆ Best subject: P.E. (been liking it since his 5th year of elementary school).

☆ Dislike/weak subject: Other than P.E.

☆ Usual sleeping time: 8 hours. "I’m embodying the proverb: ‘A well-slept child is a well-kept child.’"

(meaning: A child who sleeps well is a sign of good health and grows up strong.)

☆ What he usually ends up buying from convenience store: Young and Jump magazines.

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: Hair roots. ”Because that is where wild animals’ odour lingers.”

☆ Fixation: Physical beauty (both humans and animals).

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: He’ll return the money.

☆ How he spent his holiday: Meditating in a bamboo grove and conversing with mountain animals.

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: " I’ll just zone out in the mountains."

☆ Favorite historical figure: "Osamu Tezuka. Because he was the one who started manga."

☆ If he hadn't encountered soccer, what will he be doing: "Engaging in outdoor activities. Living in nature, reading manga, doing my business, and sleeping."

☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: Manga. "I can handle survival. I love deserted islands."

☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: The future. "I want to know if my favorite mountain still exists in the future. If it looks like it might disappear, I’ll stop it. After all, I’m the keeper."

Last updated: 31/10/2024

* The crossed words are the changes made from twitter’s answer to the answer from Egoist Bible.

note: i want to apologize if there is any mistake!

[knifeeater]

Hello i'm illiterate. What does the iwtv dante inferno i need protection from the wolves post mean. I'm dumb i'm so sorry and i. Desperately need to know

hey, please don't apologize! i was worried this would be kind of unclear because i skipped over a connection in the tags: i have a pet theory of louis walking daniel through the nine circles of hell and showing him his sins along the wayside, similar to the structure of dante's inferno, louis being the ghostly guide virgil aswell as the topological space himself (sometimes i factor in armand as virgil but let's keep it simple for this purpose). there is a reference to the forest of suicides in s1, so louis as an autobiographical narrator is certainly aware of dante and we know how he loves to weave in literary devices.

this is about guilt as foreshadowing, primarily concerning louis' culpability in claudia's death. in the first two images we see louis breaking a birds wings, hoping claudia will eat them, and shortly after lestat makes a hidden reference to armand cutting off his fledling and first love nicki's hands. in the same episode lestat calls claudia a baby bird. if we read iwtv as louis consciously including those references into his narration, we can interpret this as a connection to him prompting claudia's turning, the pain she expresses of never being able to grow up and experience 'flying from the nest' as it were but being kept in a perpetual subjugated daughter state. i believe louis' feelings of guilt express themselves here in a parallel of having a hand in her wings being clipped to having, through his passivity and active alienation towards claudia in paris, a second-hand in her eventual death.

so at the deepest center of dante's hell is a frozen lake, colcytus, which is reserved for the worst sinners, the traitors: caina for traitors of kin, antenora for traitors of city and state, ptolemea for betraying hospitality and judeca after judas iscariot for betraying your lord (lol yes ik this is a medieval text). At last in the frozen bottom of hell is the devil, 'dis', lucifer who betrayed god himself.

the quote from inferno is from the ptolemea section, in which a man forever gnawing anothers head laments him and his children being incarcerated in a tower where they starved, something he references as being hunted like wolves ('i was being hunted'). he now forever rips apart his cruel jailor with 'long fangs'. colcytus overlaps in my mind pretty well with the deepest layers of louis' very christian/catholic shame - the 'murder' of his brother and 'sister' claudia, the betrayal of his community, falling in love with a bad man who's a danger to his child (x2), betraying lestat with a judas kiss and at the end lucifer himself, the fallen angel - am i the devil, am i of the devil. in colcytus a lot of references to blindness and being veiled to the meaning of your own story appear which is very interesting to narrative agency and louis' self-justification too.

then ethel cain references dante in ptolemea - claudia is the daughter of cain, the man who pressed the same blade to his brothers sternum he would later kill his lover with, the one he's never quite sure didn't have a hand in paul's death. before her 'conception' louis makes a deal with the devil. lestat the aristocrat, the wolf hunter, louis accepts his love and his motives. him taking on the page of hearts from this trickster is a moral choice concerned, as every deal with the devil is, not just with love but also power, money and influence. it is a choice which leads to claudias birth into death, her parents union born out of the dark gift, birthing a child into sin, violence and pain. what's interesting in cains text is the interchangeability of the wolf and the hunter which is one of my favorite themes in literature, one i noted in tvl aswell - lestat's stylized (himself) as a werewolf figure, an outsider, hunted, wild and uncontainable. rice was influenced surely by angela carter's writing about this kind of otherness and masochistic attraction to violence which reveals an animality in yourself - louis' favorite movie isn't 'company of wolves' for nothing. to close out this meandering connection i thought it was interesting that this lyric ends with sublime, quick burning white light - the luminous fall of lucifer morningstar is certainly a theme in louis first season story arc.

thank you for coming back on this and giving me a chance to unhinge my jaw about it, always happy to talk. 🖤

[starscatteredsky]

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queued and ready to post (in order of when they will post. subject to slight change as a few more drafts are slotted into their places)

Tips for a bearded vulture

tips for a calico cat

Tips for a black house spider

Tips for a disabled red fox and honeybee

Tips for a guinea pig

Tips and denboard for mothman

Tips for ghostbur

Tips for an otherlink of Multislacker/Cathal Bravecog from Toontown: corporate clash

Tips for a ninetales

Fashion and denboard for a germa shepherd/ golden retriver mix

Fashion for black backed jackal

tips for dream

Tips for the Cashier (GASA4)

tips for a werewolf

Tips for knight armour

tips for a remnant

Norwegian forest cat

tips for dazai osamu

Fashion for a clydesdale

pronouns for a heart/forgiveness deity

Tips for kasia from hilda

more tips for werewolves

Fashion for dragons

tips for vampires

Tips and genders for a german shepard

tips for erik

Tips and fashion for rose quartz

names for a vampire

Tips for a ferret

tips for a córdoba fighting dog

Tips for pickles the drummer (metalocalypse)

tips for a burmese mountain dog

Tips and fashion kit for maned wolf

tips for an australian shepherd

Fashion for snow leopards

tips for an arctic fox

Tips for a minecraft phantom

tips for a highland cow and valais blacknose sheep

Neos for cryptids

tips for an alien

Pastel pink robot moodboard

tips for a kestrel

Pronouns and activities for a barnowl

Tips for draculara

Tips for paldean woopers

Tips for tsunami (wof)

Fashion for a weather angel

Tips for issac from binding of issac

Neos and fashion for N (murder drones)

Tips for an eldritch horror

Tips and fashion for a robotic wolf

Tips for dwebble and crustle

Tips for bowerbirds

drafts/in progress/to be queued and organized (no particular order! some of these are much older requests from before our break, and are low priority. if you requested recently but yours seemsfar down on the list it is still high priority!)

Tips and playlist for a warden

Tips for bill cypher

Tips and fashion for a great horned owl

Fashion for an african wild dog

Fashion for an orange persian cat

Denboard and fashionboard for a vancouver island coastal wolf

Black cat and shark tips

Tips for eevee

Punk fashion kit and tips for a pine marten

Tips  and den inspo for a wood mouse

Tips for a black cat

Tips and fashion for a heeler dog

Moodboard and tips for shadow demon

Tips and fashion for fern the human (adventuretime)

Fashion and home decor for the old web

Fashionboard for an angel

Sweater fashion kit

Tips and fashion for lilac (Orin Ayo)

70s/80s fashion for an incubus

Home inspo for yeerks

Tips fashion and recipes for a zim

Tips for a fallen angel

Tips for an arctic fox

Fashion for sol from warrior cats 

Tips for P.AI.NTER

stimboard/tips for TFP/TFA starscream

Tips for Dave brubot/major player

Tips for dating colin the computer

tips for feral dogs

Selfcare tips for an omnitherian

tips for madcom grunt kin + sebastian solace kin

Moodboard for Shidaraki

not yet started/to do (no particular order, new requests are high priority!):

Tips for zekrom

Dysphoria relieving tips for a general nonhuman

Tips for a space-man (KISS)

Tips for crows and cockatoos

Tips for an albino american cockroach

Tips for mark heathcliff (mandela catalouge)

Tips for connecting to mermaid kintype away from the sea

Tips for space divines

Tips for scarlet (pearlecentmoon) and nihachu (genloss)

Tips for aven (worldless)

Tips for flippy (htf)

Tips for persecutor unicorns

Tips for micheal afton

Tips for C1tubbo

Tips for dib membrane (invader zim)

Tips for a tiger with connection to space

Tips for c!tubbo without explosions

Tips for ball jointed dolls

Tips fpr a nextbot

Tips and neos for quetzalcoatlus

Tips for a centipede

Tips for a dog/fae and mimic

Tips for ronja (robbers daughter)

Tips for buckets

Tips for deimos from madness combat

Tips for barney calhoun from half life 2

Thin man vibes

Tips for fan (inanimate insanity)

Tips for sparrows

Tips for lions

Tips for tardis

Tips for jordie holmes

Tips for jane doe

Tips for connecting to feeling catlike

Playlist for the tenth doctor 

Fashion kit for a fallen angel and space

Fashion for a fox

Tips and fashion for a shapeshifter

Fashion for a satyr

Darkcore fashion for a feral black german shepherd 

tips/gear for a neanderthal 

Tips for the untitled goose

Tips for an aibo

Tips for a disabled vampire

Tips for a dragon and shark

Carekit for a god/void

Tips for a raccoon

Tips for zim/an irken

there you are! its long but hopefully we can clear it up soon! - 👾