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[wrixie]

📍STOP 1: MOUNT KOMOREBI - SUMMERTIME

meet robin e. shio, a smart, nerdy, food motivated girl from willow creek; at the very young age of 24 she's determined to travel the globe, take in every sight and gain any piece of knowledge she can get into her little noggin

after spending most of her cash on a plane ticket, she landed in mount. komorebi and found herself in wakaba with nothing but a tent, the clothes on her back and 10 simoleons to her name

transcript:

Tuesday, July 2nd Mt. Komorebi 84 degrees - heatwave

Robin E. Shio

MY WALLET BALANCE §10.00

TO DO MT. KOMOREBI SIGHTSEER - Eat Food at the Festival of Light, Snow, or Youth - Take a Selfie with the Mt. Komorebi Mascot - Collect a Simmi by Popping Open a Simmi Capsule - Swim for 1 Hour in Wakaba's River

[a-new-romantic]

you belong with me ♡ (azriel x reader)

heavily inspired by taylor swift's "you belong with me" summary: you wonder when azriel will notice that you are the one for him. a/n: first fic! i appreciate any support given <3 looking for moots too! please please please, reach out!

"i'll be taking elain to starfall, as my date" azriel proclaimed to the inner circle at dinner, various expressions of surprise crossing rhysand's and cassian's face as they clap their brother on the shoulder. nesta's head whips towards you, eyes watching as your face falls for a split second, before grinning and congratulating the two of them.

"wonderful," you thought to yourself, picking at the food on your plate. you and elain couldn't be more different. she was a gentle and caring being, ever caring about the world around her. you were a rambunctious and outgoing fae, polar opposite of elain. the more you thought about it, the more differences you had with elain.

elain preferred wearing dresses and skirts. you preferred your fighting leathers and simpler outfits.

elain preferred spending her day in the garden, tending to her flowers and plants. you preferred spending the day training with cassian or going out with mor and nesta.

if elain was his type, then how could you ever have a chance with him?

little did you know, rhysand and cassian both gawked at the news azriel revealed. never in a million years did they think that azriel would end up with elain. to be frank, they both thought he would end up with you.

why couldn't he see that he belonged with you?

as the weeks passed, starfall quickly approached. with that, the number of preparations and little tasks around the house grew exponentially. rhysand had assigned you and azriel to hang up decorations around the city, to get the citizens excited for starfall.

"so, are you excited for starfall?" azriel asked with a grin as you walked through the streets of Velaris, looking for places to hand up decorations.

your mind goes blank as you stare at his smile, convinced it could light up the whole town.

"oh, i don't know," you muttered, turning abruptly to walk down a side street to hang up another poster. "i might not go," you admitted, waving your hand out to grab the decorations.

"what? why?" azriel pressed, worried if you were ill or uncomfortable with going. "i'm sure rhysand won't make it too extravagant or anything, (lie)".

"it's not that," you said, sighing as you decide to tell him. "i don't have a date. rhysand has feyre, nesta has cassian, and hell you even have elain. i don't have anyone." you said, taking a breath to continue before he interrupts you.

"so? going to starfall alone is not a crime, nor is it embarassing." he said, staring at you.

"i guess we'll see," you told him as you finish hanging up the decoration. "let's go back to the house?" you ask him, looking up at him.

he raises an eyebrow, not done with the conversation. yet, he dismisses it. "sure, let's fly." he says. he flies you both up to the house before he puts you down. as you turn away, he says "hey," you pause in your tracks, turning around.

"starfall won't be the same without you." he says softly, as you sigh and walk away. you didn't want to go with anyone but him.

a couple of days pass and starfall arrives and so does nesta. she barges into your room to meet your wallowing figure moping in bed.

"get up," she orders, yanking the blankets off your body as you shiver from the sudden cold.

"nestaaaa," you groan, shoving your face in the pillows.

"no more moping around about az. you're gonna get the fuck up, dress up all pretty with me, and we're going to starfall. who knows? maybe he'll recognize that maybe he belongs with you." her voice left no room for argument.

starfall was in full swing by the time you were ready, you and nesta enter through the back door of the house to meet a wonderful set up outside.

"it looks amazing rhys," you say as you approach your high lord, grasping his arm.

"thank you y/n," he says with a look of pure joy as he eyes feyre dancing with mor, "you look lovely," he says.

"you do!" cassian pipes up from behind rhysand, slamming down on his shoulders in surprise. rhysand groans as he startled, smacking cassian upside the head. "just like brothers," you thought.

"az doesn't know what he's missing" rhysand muttered into your mind, your eyes blinking in surprise as you look at him.

"he's an idiot for not seeing the obvious truth in front of him." he says, speaking his thoughts into words.

as you two converse about the subject at hand, azriel eyes you for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. you looked ravishing to him, in your navy blue gown that seemed to compliment your figure perfectly.

"az?" elain asked softly, grabbing at his jaw to turn his head back to her. "you keep looking at rhysand, is everything alright?" she muttered softly, worried.

he blinked rapidly, "oh yeah, everything is fine." he stated as he stood up from his seat. "i'm gonna go get a drink," he told her. elain nodded and turned to another party goer, starting up a conversation with them.

he ventured over to you slyly, "hi y/n." he stated, scaring you.

"az! hi, " you muttered, giggling as his shadows trailed up and down your arms.

"pretty, lovely, gorgeous" they muttered in his ears. he could not help but agree with them.

"care for a dance?" he muttered before he could second guess himself. he watched as disbelief crossed your face before you smiled and nodded, thrusting your drink into cassian's hand. he watched out of the corner of his eye as nesta gave you a thumb's up and a smile, and as rhysand gave you a nod of good luck.

"so, i didn't think you were coming," he started as the music begun, twirling you around effortlessly.

"nesta changed my mind," you admitted with a grin. "i'm glad i came," you said.

"me too," he quickly added. "you look amazing." he said, no trace of joke in his tone.

"oh!" you said, "thank you az, you look lovely as well." he grinned at the compliment, his confidence increasing tenfold as he realized how flustered you were becoming at the whole situation.

suddenly, both of you felt a heavy but comforting presence in your chest. a strong pull of emotions started to bridge the gap between the two of you. you both halted your dance in the middle of the floor, breathing heavily as the mating bond locked into place.

azriel's shadows swirled around the two of you, casting a contrasting haze to the starlight around you.

he opens his mouth to speak, as everything clicks in his brain.

you're the one he's been looking for the whole time. you're the one made for him, literally perfect for him. everything you do compliments his own. no one else shares the same interests as him, no one understands him as well as you do. his humor, his story, his life, it all belonged to you. there was no better match for him, than you.

he kicks himself internally for not figuring it out sooner.

he pulls you into a searing kiss as the stars around you illuminate the sky. cheers from rhysand, cassian, and nesta echo in the background while elain gasps in surprise and shock.

"you belong with me."

[redheadsdefender]

*fixes twitching eye, tampers down the Gandalfian urge the scream "go back to the abyss", puts Tolkien scholar hat on, deep breath let's go* :

Firstly, Luthien is a mixed blooded princess coming from a mighty line.

Luthien dances and sings in the forest to Daeron's flute music; the imagery gives off straight ancient Greek NYMPHS.

And, of course, Luthien's whole journey and powers lay heavily on singing and healing.

1)Beren hears her song and falls in love

2) Luthien sings when trying to save Beren from Sauron's isle and then heals him

3) Luthien puts MORGOTH HIMSELF and all his evil court to sleep with her song

4) And yes, Luthien sings a lay so sorrowful that even Mandos is moved and offers her a choice

Also, their descendants (notably Earendil, Elrond, and Arwen) are the only beings coming from 3 different bloods/species: Elf, Human and Maia.

Now, I wonder who has mixed blood and is alluded to come from a powerful family in acotar, with powers that made Nesta's own perk up.

Who is directly connected to song and healing, a literal half nymph.

Who, if they procreate with Azriel, will have progeny that will combine for the first time, it's safe to assume, 3 fae: High fae - nymph - illyrian.

PS: I don't think SJM is drawing a lot from Tolkien for ACOTAR even though she is a fan, it seems she's more inspired by folk tales and mythology for this series. But if I have to compare Luthien to an acotar FMC, it's definitely not Elain,sorry not sorry.

[dreamofjoys]

Image popped into my head of Overblot!Malleus taking the sleeping F!MC, enchanting her into an Aurora-like dress and placing her in his room, him sitting on the bed while caressing her face and filling her dreams with such sweet dreams of them together, so she’ll never leave him and he can keep her happy while asleep. Think we could elaborate on that imagery?

— a/n: i actually had a similar idea like this in my drafts and i wanted to make it 18+ HAHAHA but since someone requested it, i will make it sfw hehe

— cw: female reader, spoilers for chapter 7(this was written before part 3 came out), malleus and reader have a crush on each other but they are not in a relationship, malleus overblots, he's a little yandere but it's only cuz of his overblotting, slight manipulation, a little angst, mentions of starting a family, sleeping in a dream, he makes you sleep everytime

ending was inspired by this tiktok video

an unfamiliar feeling aroused in malleus’s chest when you told him that there might be a way to go back to your own world. “hm, it could be possible that the mirror is connected to the other world.” you cheered in joy upon hearing malleus's words, failing to notice a hint of darkness in his tone.

that night, malleus returns back to his room, a bitter taste was left in his mouth as he recalls bidding you goodnight with a smile on his face despite feeling the opposite.

it's like that time again, it's like the thorns of briar valley are squeezing my heart. i don't want her to leave. i don't want lilia to leave. i don't want to be alone. i don't want to be forgotten-

the rain pours heavily, the cries of thunder and lightning shook diasomnia as the dark fae wallows in his room. a sinister idea appeared in his mind, but he debated using it, thinking that it wouldn't do well.

it wasn't until silver tearfully confessed to him that he did not want lilia to leave. that was the final straw for malleus before he overblots, finally succumbing to the darkness and his desires.

-

you flung open the entrance of ramshackle dorm, not bothering to close it as you rushed to diasomnia to attend lilia's farewell party. you had fell asleep on the couch, totally forgotten that today was lilia's last school of school. you could only hope that the old man wasn't too mad about you being late to his party.

as you stepped into diasomnia's territory, a chill ran down your spine as you noticed that the thorns were spreading, enveloping the sky and everything that it touches. you shrieked, thinking that it was going to attack you. however, the thorns maintained an arm distance from you. somehow, it managed to form a pathway that leads to the entrance of diasomnia.

was this part of the party's decoration? you thought, shrugging off the voice in your head that was telling you to run as you made your way to the entrance.

you stood in front of the double doors, hand pressing down at the door handle as the ominous feeling starts getting stronger and stronger. but that's just diasomnia, right? it has a gloomy and depressing atmosphere. you were so sure that lilia was going to pop out from somewhere and scare the living hell out of you once you open the door. however, the sight that greeted you was far from what you had expected.

the thorns formed a coffin shape, protecting whoever that was inside from harm. was that lilia, silver and sebek sleeping? but why? is this a prank?

you glance nervously around the surroundings, taking a step forward to wake up lilia, the main character of the day. this atmosphere is tensed, you didn't like it. it feels like something is caging you, ready to swallow you all. but most important of all, why does this feels so familiar?

"child of men, you are here." a familiar voice interrupts your train of thoughts as you whipped your body to the source, instantly wishing that you had never done so.

standing in front of you was malleus in his elegant form. elegant would have been the correct word if there wasn't any ink dripping around him. his left eye was engulfed in bright green flames. his horns were glowing with bright green stripes, just like his tail.

"is this your costume for the party?" you joked, trying to convince that this isn't real, trying to pretend that your crush did not just overblot, trying to tell yourself that everything it's okay, even though it's not. because you have 0 chance against malleus.

"oh my dear, i can assure you that it's not." you shivered at the pet name that he gives you. it was suppose to be romantic, but you can't help but feel that he has other intention towards you.

you didn't even notice that he was standing in front of you until his thumb and finger grasp on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. it was then reality finally came crushing down on you as you realised that he had indeed overblot. you were too familiar with the tension around you, something that you could only feel whenever someone overblots. you had these experienced 6 times, the 7th time would still be the same.

panicking, you reached out to cup both of his cheeks with your hands. "please malleus, stop all of these. we can talk things out- just stop using your magic okay? please come back to me." malleus pays no attention to your words. the hand that was grasping onto your chin slowly travels up, caressing your lips that were wobbling before wiping off the tears that were cascading down your eyes. his free hand rest on your back, pulling you into his embrace as he attempts to calm you down.

even when malleus has lost his sanity, he still puts your happiness and comfort above everything else.

"are you scared? don't worry, i will make things right. you will never have to feel all this emotions again. sadness, anger, loneliness, you will never have to experience them again. all you will feel is happiness." he rest his forehead on yours, bright green eyes staring into yours.

"sweet dreams, my love."

before you could ask him what he mean, a wave of drowsiness hits you, causing you to struggle to stand up. malleus instantly swoops you up in a bridal style, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead as he watches you lose the battle with his magic, drifting into a peaceful slumber.

he carries you into his room, gently placing you on his bed, fingers snapping to change your clothes out to a simple white princess dress before tucking you in with those expensive silky blanket. he opts to sit beside you, caressing your face lovingly as he takes in your sleeping form. even when you are sleeping, you look ethereal to him.

the steady rhythm of your heartbeat sparks joy in malleus. it's a reminder that you are here beside him, forever.

-

you were sitting in front of your lover, back leaning against his chest. his tone arms encases you in his embrace as he holds out a book, reading to you about the story of sleeping beauty.

the idea of being cursed to sleep at the young age of 16 had struck something foreign inside you. what was the word to describe this feeling again? for as long as you know, you have only been able to experience happiness. whatever that was not related to it. it's just not there.

"love, what are you thinking about hm?" malleus rest his chin on top of your head, eyes peering down to stare at your expression.

"home." the answer came out so sudden that it shocked the both of you. what were you saying? isn't your home with malleus? "should we start a family?" you added, thinking that it's time to progress your relationship with malleus.

"anything for you." with a snap of his finger, the book in his hands disappeared. he hugs you tightly, burrowing his nose to etch the smell of you into his brain. you thought that malleus was just being clingy, so you giggled and snuggled further into his embrace, failing to notice the dark gleam in his eyes that was glowing with bright green.

"but first, you should sleep for awhile. you haven't been sleeping well lately yes?" malleus suggested, covering your eyes with his big hand as he started humming out a familiar tune.

"hmmm? i guess so..." just like that, he manage to lull you back into sleep again.

malleus will keep you happy by his side, even if it means pouring more of his magic into you so that you can't forget about everything and everyone, except him.

[herashifts]

LABYRINTH DR.

Details below the cut!

Ok so! This is a DR based mostly on the 1986 Jim Henson movie Labyrinth, but I pulled inspiration from Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, and even a fic on AO3 that has stuck with me ever since I read it lol

In the movie, the Labyrinth is a sprawling landscape that surrounds the castle of the Goblin Kingdom, but it’s more than just a maze. There are entire sections nestled within it, like the Bog of Stench, the Goblin Village, and the Junkyard, to name a few. It is, frankly, massive, and yet nothing else in the movie hints to what else is in the Underground, the supernatural dimension that the Labyrinth calls home. So that just means I get to play around in it >:3

I once read a fic that leaned into the fact that Jareth’s title is the Goblin King, not King of the Goblins. In the fic, he is what’s called a “greater goblin.” It is explained that in ages past, the fae used to hunt the goblins, so the goblins had no choice but to evolve somehow to ensure their survival. This was done in two ways: One, evolve to visually resemble the fae enough to blend in and evade suspicion. Two, become so hard to kill that they’re nearly indestructible. Jareth is the first one and the other goblins you see in the film are the second. This is the interpretation that I am using in my DR. As a result, this leaves a whole sandbox to play with, narratively. If there are fae and goblin kingdoms, what else are there? I’m glad you asked!

Just as there are fae and goblins in the Underground, there are also elves, pointy-eared immortals prospering in their own kingdom, the Valyrian Freehold. If that sounds familiar, that’s because I was heavily inspired by the lore of Game of Thrones, namely Old Valyria. (….I borrowed quite a bit of lore hfjfhfjfhg)

The Valyrian Freehold is a thriving empire ruled by a king and a council representing the 39 other noble families. (The nobles often have the silver-gold hair that you see on the Targaryens in Game of Thrones.) The Freehold is known for its stunning architecture, beautiful art, flourishing peace, and, of course, its dragons.

Ah, yes, the dragons. As if I could resist the urge to have a dragon in a fantasy setting!

The Valyrian Freehold’s reputation of being ruled by dragonlords is not without reason. Its capital, Valyria, and the other closest cities are surrounded by a ring of volcanoes known as “The Fourteen Flames.” The caves and caverns served as perfect nesting grounds for dragons. Dragons are fire made flesh, and the lava served them well before the ancient Valyrians bent them to their will. Millennia ago, the forty noble families used blood magic to make them and their descendants able to tame dragons.

In modern times, the dragons are still plentiful, though they are kept mainly by the upper class. (The cost of eggs and upkeep is no joke!) A dragon and rider are bonded usually in one of two ways. An egg can be placed in an infant’s crib or given to a child/teenager, or an elf may approach a dragon and try to prove themselves worthy of being a rider. (How a dragon deems someone worthy varies from dragon to dragon.) Once a bond has been formed, nothing can sever it except death, and it is forbidden to kill a dragon that is bonded to someone unless absolutely necessary, and even that is severely discouraged. Dragons are magic given form, they are almost sacred in the Freehold.

I’m sticking with the canonical dragon design from Game of Thrones for mg DR, aka dragons have two hind legs and two wings that double as front legs. Other features can vary, but the number of limbs remains constant. They possess intelligence equal to a human, they are just incapable of speech. Dragons age quickly at the start of their life, growing to a rideable age around the fifth year, but do not age beyond adulthood. They either remain as they were at their prime or grow larger, maintaining their strength. Dragons cannot die of old age, same as their riders, only from injury or illness, the latter of which being rare.

Their bonds are for life, and sometimes they can communicate with their riders without the riders speaking at all. When a rider dies, the dragon may choose another or simply return to the wild. They experience grief just like anyone else would, and they choose how to cope.

Shifting topics here, magic is a big aspect of my life in this reality. In the Freehold, there are mainly two categories of people who use magic: pyromancers and alchemists. Pyromancers are those that use fire magic and tend to dragons, among other things. Alchemists are those that create potions, carve runes, and assist in creating the breathtaking architecture that Valyria is known for, just to name a few aspects of their craft. I, however, am neither of those things. Instead, I am what is known as a mage.

Both pyromancers and alchemists get their powers through years of study. Mages, however, are elves born able to use magic. They are rare and, within Valyria, considered unnatural, maybe even vulgar. When a mage’s powers manifest, their parents usually send them to become pyromancers or alchemists, as both communities are fairly insular. (Out of sight, out of mind, and all that.) Fortunately, I was spared this fate.

My grandfather is king of Valyria. My mother will inherit after him, and then my brother after her. If I were to suddenly vanish from the public eye, it would be noticed immediately. So, I remained with my family, though under strict instructions to never use my powers. As I grew, however, it became harder and harder, to the point that my father gave me a magic-suppressing necklace to wear at all hours of the day. It can’t block my magic completely, but enough for me to get my magic under control before I bring attention to myself.

My magic is blue, nearly indigo, and very powerful, though I don’t know this yet. (I’m basically just the Scarlet Witch but blue— yes it’s OP but it’s my dr, I want to be OP hehehehehe) I have yet to tap into my true potential, considering the whole “never use your magic” rule.

But I mentioned having a dragon, didn’t I? Of course I did! When I was about the elven equivalent of a 10 year old human, I asked my parents about dragons. They each had one, my brother had one, when would I get one? My father, not wanting me to have one due to me being a mage, tried to convince me that I wasn’t ready yet, and would need to grow some more before looking into bonding with one. Later, when we were having family dinner, my grandfather asked my parents when I would choose a dragon. My father, having not told anyone that I was a mage, argued the same thing that he told me, that I wasn’t yet ready to become a dragon rider. My grandfather nodded along, but after dinner, asked me to stay behind to help him with something and shooed the rest my family from the room. When it was just the two of us, he scribbled on an official notice from his office— it was a signed declaration from the king that I was allowed into the dragonpits to find the dragon meant for me. He winked as he handed it to me with a smile.

In the days that followed, I waited for the opportunity to sneak away from my parents and go to the dragonpits. I made it there without issue, and the pyromancers hesitated allowing me entrance only for a moment before I showed them the document from my grandfather. After that, they were more than happy to help guide me. We passed many eggs and riderless dragons, but none really caught my eye until I saw her.

She was a fairly young dragon, maybe about 25 or 30 years old, and a beautiful shade of blue with some purple on her wing membranes. There was a crown of horns around her head, and she seemed built for speed. Her eyes were bright and keen, watching me intently as I stared at her in awe. The pyromancers guiding me quickly tried to shuffle me away, saying that since this she-dragon’s intended rider died before they could properly bond, she had refused all others, snapping and growling. Strangely, though, she had rejected every opportunity to return to the wild. Even as they spoke, I knew she was meant for me. I took a step forward and she stood, watching. The pyromancers watched, ready to defend me if necessary. I stepped closer. The she-dragon lowered her head so our eyes were level. In High Valyrian, the language all dragons understood, I said to her, “You’re blue, just like me,” and made a spark of magic light up my eyes, hidden from the pyromancers behind me. The dragon blinked and examined me for a moment before turning away. I was sad for a moment, before I realized that she was offering me her saddle. The pyromancers gawked as I climbed onto her back, but knew that there was nothing they could do to stop me at this point. They guided me to the exit meant for riders, and the she-dragon’s wings spread. She leapt into the air.

Now, remember the part when I said that, when bonding with an adult dragon, you have to prove yourself? Yeah, this was no different. Unfortunately for me, this dragon’s way of testing me was to buck like a bull. She performed complex aerial maneuvers and sharp movements intending to throw me, but I held fast. Eventually, she deemed me worthy and leveled out. I guided her to the palace, and when I dismounted, I introduced the she-dragon as Meleys, named after an ancient goddess of war. In that moment, was prouder than I had ever been in my life. So was my grandfather, when he found out. My father? Less so. While he knew that there was nothing to be done about the bond now, he made sure I knew how furious it made him. (Secretly, my brother congratulated me on having the sheer *audacity* to go to the dragonpits alone. He was very impressed.)

As I grew up, my bond with Meleys grew ever stronger. She was the swiftest dragon alive, and I never felt more at peace than when we were in the sky. She became my closest confidant, my secret keeper, my dearest friend. All was well.

And then the letter came.

It was from an emissary of the fae kingdom, meant to be delivered to my father. The letter implied that the fae kingdom would be willing to establish a trade agreement with the Valyrian Freehold if my father did a little something for them. They had heard rumors of his daughter being unable to have children (something I script into every DR), along with other whispers (meaning my magic). The letter implied that if he were to marry me off to the Goblin King, who was seeking a spouse, then it would benefit both kingdoms. Jareth’s line would not continue, and my father would get me out of Valyria. Like I said, out of sight, out of mind.

My father proposed this engagement to my grandfather, but only with the argument of forging alliances between nations, never mentioning the fae kingdom’s proposal. My grandfather thought on it, and after some deliberation, approved of the match. A princess can hardly marry worse than a king, after all. Of course, he did demand to meet Jareth first, and stipulated that there was to be a period of courting before the wedding. My father agreed. A letter was sent to the Lord of the Labyrinth entailing the offer of marriage. A response was delivered not long afterwards, saying that His Majesty would need to meet me in person before agreeing to anything. Arrangements were made, and the palace began to prepare for a visit from the most mysterious monarch of the Underground….

My FC inspo:

Meleys is the blue dragon below but with the horns and frills of the second one.

Valyria:

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Caged birds with broken wings

Chapter 2

A/n: I've made chapter 2, enjoy :).

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

I was having the same dream again; I was light in thin air. My movements were fluid as if there were no gravity to keep my legs grounded. My right leg stayed in place whilst my left leg was raised, turning inward toward my supporting leg. I spun over and over without the slightest feeling of light-headedness or dizziness. No matter where I moved, the gold plate within the birdcage did not shatter. My arms raised in mid-position as I extended my left leg, hoping to free myself from this prison eventually. My chest felt light; my mind had no fear, even within this cage. I felt the quick flashes of wind touch my face with every motion. I wanted to spread my wings. I wanted to be free. I wanted to be released from my cage. I wanted to reach the world outside. I. wanted. to. Fly. The same spinning visage of the golden bars occurred repeatedly, experiencing the same routine. The golden plate never shattered beneath me, holding my weight. A sense of comfort washed over me, as though seeing the same scenery brought ease to my mind. As I spun, I felt a surge of adrenaline to try something different, to spin in the other direction, to break the dance routine. I tried to push my arms down and lower my left leg. To no avail did my body react; I still spun. The second time, I pushed my arms down slightly harder, yet again to no avail did my body react. The third time, I pushed even harder, the pressure becoming uncomfortable; despite myself spinning, I pushed more not giving up. I pushed—spinning more—I pushed—spinning further—I pushed harder—I can feel the pain rising—I. just. need. to. push. harder. I could feel my face flinching from the pain rising in my limbs going against the force keeping me dancing. Eventually, with one final push, I yelled out, falling to my front as my arms moved to prevent my face from hitting the ground. I breathed heavily, in and out, as my body lay on the ground. Hair strands poked out from the once neatened bun as sweat slid down my face. The final scene panned out to witness me lying there, still, static, trapped within the golden bird cage.

My eyes opened as my vision tried to adjust to make sense of my reality. Once again, it was a nightmare or inspiration. I placed my hands on my face, rubbing my eyes awake; it’s not the first time my sleep schedule has gone off. Once my eyes had adjusted, I noticed I was at my desk with my computer opened from this morning. As my hand ran along my head, I felt something attached to my forehead—paper. I ripped it off, holding it in front of me, realising it was a character sheet for the fae queen, Aelwynn. How late did I stay up last night? I must’ve been writing the first chapter; I recall updating something—huh? On the sheet containing Aelwynn, I noticed her hair was white. I didn’t recall colouring her, but I couldn’t exactly remember what happened last night. As I examined her hair, my finger ran down the traced lines. I quickly grabbed my pencil, drawing extra features of her appearance and outfit. As the pencil traced the outline, it turned into a white gown flowing in motion with the wind as she held a staff made of the oldest oak and decorated in diamonds and quarts. To top it off, I added a crown placed at the back, with pointed edges facing up made from silvery steel. As my hand holding the pencil came off the page, I stopped to glance at her new design. My eyes lit up with amazement as my lips became agape; I was in utter awe of my new creation. Yes! This! This is Aelwynn, the way I wanted to interpret her, an otherworldly beauty that’s kind and graceful, how a true fae queen should look!

However, my eyes glance over to another piece of paper to the side, one depicting a rough sketch of Sarek, my expression nearly dropped. I had figured out Aelwynn, but I’ve yet to figure out how to design the Pirate King. I placed the rough sketch into the pile of papers and neatly folded them on my computer desk. Glancing at the computer, I saw the first few pages written within the document, and the pages went into detail regarding the first drafts. The first couple of chapters read of the pair's first encounter crossing paths: The fae queen danced around the forest alone on an island untouched by man, guarded by heavy forces of magic. She protected the will of fairies and the sources of time. One day, the shield guarding the forest broke. A band of corsairs slashed their way through the dense greenery in search of a plethora of magic jewels. Instead, what they stumbled upon was worth much more than any coffer full of gold or silver. Standing in front of Sarek’s gaze was a woman draped in white, her hair of silver and skin of ice. She danced with the younger fairies of the forest. In his greed, he was smitten; he ordered his men to take her and everything she had. She fell prey. Tears shed down her smooth cheek; she pleaded ‘to take her instead, leave her domain in peace, and they shall be granted with what they desired most’. They complied with her request, binding her in rope, leading her into a world not of her own. She gazed into the eyes of a man whose greed was far more than his ambition; his appearance was—

I jolted from my seat upon hearing my phone’s ringtone; looking at the number, I recognised it was my mum. I picked up the phone, holding it to my ear. I was expecting a ‘Hello, aren’t you going to tell me about your day?’  or ‘You didn’t ring me yesterday; how did you go?’.

I picked up the phone with a “Hi—mo—uh mom”, I said with a slight stutter.

“Y/n, oh, it’s good to hear your voice; I was nearly worried you weren’t going to pick up yesterday,” she said in a high-engaging tone.

“Yeah, sorry I was bus—”.

“So? How was it?” She sounded excited, yet I forgot what happened.

“Was what?” I replied, confused.

“The ballet lessons, the one you attended yesterday.” Once I remembered, the thought sank in; I hadn’t told her these were private lessons.

“O-oh, the lessons, yeah, it’s excellent; I’ve made many connections already.” My lips curved into a smile, trying to make my voice sound sincere.

“Excellent! See what I told you? You're already shining brightly”. I smiled to myself; hearing her words made me feel heartened.

“So, tell me, what’s the instructor like? Is he supportive of you? I know you have trouble speaking to people, and I want to make sure—”

“He’s fine, Mom. He’s—” I pause for a moment, thinking back to the time I met him in that room alone. When our eyes met, I didn’t flinch nor look away. His eyes were like ice, and his hair was like snow; it ignited something I hadn’t remembered in a long time.

“Different.” That was all I could respond with.

“Is he cute?” She asked. I nearly flushed with embarrassment, feeling my cheeks red like a beet.

“What?! N-No! N-not in that way” Where did that come from? Did she really expect me to say yes?

“Oh, I suppose he might be too old for you; what about the guys in your class? Are they any good-looking?” she responded.

“I don’t know; I hadn’t noticed.” I wanted to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

“Oh, hm, well, what about the girls? Surely there are some good-looking girls there too”.

“W-What!” I was flabbergasted.

“I’d be accepting either way—”.

I replied, “Currently, I’m—fine with just me, myself and I”.

 That answer had seemed to satisfy her for now.

“Oh, well—of course, if that’s what you're happy with, I’m just happy you're getting out there and speaking to someone. That’s a massive achievement, and I’m so proud of you for that!” she sounded happy, at least.

I sighed deeply. “Thank you”.

“Baby steps, that’s all it takes”, was her final response before I hung up the phone. Sometimes, despite them being my parents, I stumble over my words, even speaking over the phone.

I sighed, gazing at the time. I had no idea that my first lesson was only for an hour. I wouldn’t mind being there early; it was better than falling asleep. What am I saying? I’d much rather sleep! I recall Mr. Oropherion saying he wished me to be there precisely during the seventh hour. Man, the way he phrased it was weird. I quickly rose from my desk, grabbed what I needed, grabbed my car keys, and changed into yesterday's outfit. I should probably stop by to find a leotard, a tutu, or even a pair of pointe shoes. Once I was prepared, I dashed to the car. Making my way through the door leading outside, the cold air hit me; the temperature must’ve dropped vastly since it was dark out. It was nearly seven, after all. To my stupidity, I forgot to park the car inside. Shit, shit, shit, the cars frosted. I panicked, quickly running back inside to grab my parker, zipping it up and then wrapping a scarf around me in the not-so-neatest way possible. I rushed into the kitchen and opened the lower drawer beneath my stove to grab the pan with a deep bottom. I turned on the water quickly, adjusting the temperature to lukewarm. I filled the pan, aiming to get it as full as possible. I tried to walk slowly yet hastily without spilling the water; once outside, I made my way to the car windows, pouring the water slowly. Each one dissolved; I was careful, at least, to make sure it wasn’t hot. I used the sleeve of my parker to rub away what remained of the frost. The frost hadn’t wholly dissolved, but it was enough to see. Quickly, I ran back inside to place the pan back on my kitchen bench. Shit, oh shit, oh shit, I’m going to be late! Coming out of my house, I made it to the car, yet I forgot to lock the front door—I pressed my hands against my forehead, feeling the stupidity rise within me. I sloshed through the snow, heading to the front door to lock it and then back to the car door.

I finally entered and opened the white car door, thank God. I backed out of the parking lot and drove toward where I needed to go. As I drove down, the snow fell heavily, and buildings passed by, turning to blurry visions as I drove further into the distance. It took half an hour to get there, but at least I would make it, I hope. I went to the same car park I had parked in yesterday and turned off the engine. As I got out, I saw many buildings covered in snow. I took a second to look into the sky, feeling the tiny snowflakes touch my face. “Beautiful”, I muttered. I held out my hand; I wanted to feel it; to touch the fragile beauty. As one dropped from the sky, it landed perfectly in my hand. I curled my fingers, feeling the flake melt within my grasp. Such beauty yet fragility. I opened my hand to see it dissolved; my eyes softened at the sight. I can understand; if I were to fall freely, speak my mind, and show my true self, even if someone touched me, I’d melt within their grasp.

Suddenly, I heard someone’s footsteps behind me emitted with a laugh. I turned my head to see the on-coming sight of two ballerinas draped in blue and pink leotards topped with jackets. I recognised them from the class I accidentally stumbled into yesterday. I quickly turned my head, shut the car door, and began to walk briskly. I didn’t want to speak with them, not after how I made a fool of myself. My head lowered into the scarf as I looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. Hopefully, they’ll ignore me. I got to the entrance just in time, or so I thought; I could hear them trailing behind. In a panic, I opened the entrance glass door to the dance studio, walking swiftly up the stairs to where I needed to be. Whilst I walked up the stairs, I could hear them speaking; I didn’t tune in, keeping to myself and focusing on getting to the floor I needed to be. My legs picked up the pace as I heard them walking up. As I got to the fifth floor, I peeked over the side of the staircase railing. I could only see the top of their heads, one brunette and the other raven. I sighed deeply to myself; I realized I lied to Mom. I hated doing that, but—it made her happy in ignorance. Out of curiosity, I attempted to speak out to them, to say hello; perhaps then, I could feel proud of myself. “H-h-hi”, I uttered in a whisper. But before I knew it, they were gone; I was too late.

I couldn’t do it; I couldn’t speak. Why was it so damn hard? Why am I so afraid to show them—me? I could feel the tears prickling the corners of my eyes.

I rubbed the corner of my eyes, letting out a sniff. I needed to be strong, at least for the time being. As Mom said, ‘It’s just baby steps; that’s all it takes.’ I took a deep breath in and exhaled; I made my way toward the empty dance studio I was before. It was nice and quiet, peaceful even, I couldn’t hear anyone. I unzipped my parker and took off my shoes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the windows with blue curtains pulled over them. I wandered over toward the curtains hiding the tall glass windows. My hand reached out, feeling the cotton edge, I slowly pulled the blue curtains to the side. Looking outside, I was in awe; it showed the snowfall. As the tiny flakes gently fell against the window’s glass, I listened, hearing the gentle tapping against the glass. I backed up to the middle of the room, my train of thought departing as I watched the wonderous sight before me.

Suddenly, I heard a stern voice from behind my shoulder. “You're late”.

I quickly turned, only to notice Mr. Oropherion appear out of nowhere. Seriously, was he lurking around the corner watching me this whole time? Are there secret entrances so that he can purposefully remind me?

“I-I, apologies, Mr. Oropherion, I—” Damn it, I can’t even gather my words!

“You’re precisely five minutes past the hour; I presume you have a gift for tardiness”, he spoke coldly.

Is he serious? Why is he treating me as if I’m an hour late? Don’t tell me I’m in trouble for only being five minutes late.

My eyes narrowed, and I could feel my breath slowing down. I didn’t make eye contact with him, but I could hear his footsteps walking from behind me.

“We begin with the simple plie, a simple move you can surely manage,” he said in a clear, deep voice.

My head stooped low; I could only see his feet moving toward the barre attached to the mirrors. I followed suit, raising my left arm and gripping the wooden barre. “Start bending your knees; move your right foot over here” He placed his leg next to the side of my foot, pushing it gently into the correct position. I didn’t pull my leg away, even though I wanted to. As he corrected it, I gazed down, still avoiding eye contact. As I was in position, I closed my eyes, trying to bend my knees and drown out the idea of someone behind me. “No, you’re bending too far”, he softly muttered. As he approached, my breathing grew heavier. He didn't seem to notice, but I felt my chest rise and fall deeply. I froze in place, not knowing what to do. I didn’t want to look at him; I didn’t want to look up. I didn’t want to show him me! I muttered in a whisper, “P-please d-don—”. I felt his hands touch my waist lightly to guide me.

However, I yelled, stumbling back.

I felt like a deer in headlights; my eyes widened as I gasped for air. Mr. Oropherion stared in confusion, more-so, bewilderment; his hands were left hovering. “You do realise my intent was not of ill purpose; do not mistake me for one with a sickening mind”, he spoke cautiously, not wanting to increase the situation.

I covered my face with my hands, feeling foolish. My head stooped low, wanting to hide my tearful gaze. “I’m so sorry. Oh god, I thought I could do this, but I can’t. I’m so afraid, I’m so afraid.”

He approached slowly, maintaining his icy gaze. “Afraid of what?” he questioned in an austere manner.

“Speaking—talking—Showing myself to the world”, my voice cracked.

“I—'m afraid of what they’ll think, of what they’ll see”, I admitted.

He stayed silent, just as I suspected; he wasn’t fazed. I mean, why should he be? After all, I’m just a random person he met a day ago, someone spewing out all this inner turmoil.

I didn’t expect him to respond, and his answer wasn’t what I expected.

“We are not all born with perfection; there are those of us who have been bruised by imperfection. If you dwell too much in fear, it will overtake you, sending afoul things within your mind to come forth and surface. Whether you wish to remain trapped within it or face it to make a difference, is your decision,” he advised.

Even though his words weren’t the most comforting, he held a point. The first time I saw him yesterday, I gazed into the eyes of a man who rekindled a moment I thought was lost. A time I didn’t live in fear, a time I could look into the eyes of another being and speak freely. If I could do it then, I can do it now.

I lifted my hands away from my face, revealing my sorrowful eyes—the eyes of a fearful bird. I turned to his gaze, trying not to look down, showing my irises. His narrowed eyes slightly raised. I stood upright as my breaths slowed. My almond eyes relaxed at the sight of him. Perhaps, if I aim to speak to him again like before, I can train myself to speak to others. I took the time to gather the words I wanted to say. Inhaling slowly, I spoke the words I wanted to say. “M-Mr Oropherion, I d-don’t want to be a-afraid anymore, I w-want to be free”.

His icy eyes lowered. “Well, well, it seems the little bird has learnt to spread her wings once more; however, little bird, you shan’t take flight just yet, for it will take time to heal your wounds, but I shall teach you”.

I inhaled deeply, allowing myself to grab hold of the barre and stand straight. I tried to bend my knees again, yet he wasn’t satisfied. He moved closer to guide me; this time, my head turned to meet his gaze. His hands hovered just where my waist was. I maintained eye contact for a moment before turning to the front as if permitting him. His slender hands touched my waist lightly; I could feel him pushing me up only slightly and then down. “Hold that position; ensure that your knees are bent until they are over your thumbs.” He muttered. I could feel the pressure of trying to keep my balance.

“This next move is a Grande plie. Lower yourself and lift your heels off the ground.” His hands gently pushed me lower on the ground, my heels lifted slightly as I was told. As he lowered me, I glanced into the mirror, falling silent.

I saw my eyes with eyebags beneath them, the same hair falling to my shoulders, and my lips; however, this time, something was different. Something changed. Something made a difference. In the mirror, there were two, two people.

A small smile faintly formed on my lips.

For once, I wasn’t alone.

[the-chaosfaes-tf2-team]

{Before I sleep, have the main 3 and bonus 2 OCs for this blog; Assassin was made first, then Retriever, and then Miss Dunning. Arcanist and Holly Belle (who will be under a cut as she's a winter fae/faun who doesn't wear clothes and just has a massive bunch of fluff to cover her chest) were made between Retriever and Miss Dunning, but I don't use them for main storyline/lore or as often

first is Assassin in her regular and full cover gear, there's multiple reasons for the poncho and the mask is standard combat uniform for her, so she does wear the mask when on the field

Assassin is also the one entered in the TF2 OC Contest via my main, @cherry-blxssxm-chaos !

then is Retriever and Wally. Wally is both a combat and service dog for reasons I'll blab about later. he's an extremely good boy, well behaved, and highly protective of Retriever. likewise, harm Wally and Retriever will not hesitate to show you why he's part of a mercenary team

if it's not obvious, they were heavily inspired by the concepts for the 10th class

Miss Dunning is meant to be both similar to and a foil for Miss Pauling. she wears combat boots and a leather jacket, but also the ultra fashionable sun hat. she carries a giant wrench both to help fix anything around base and to bash heads in to make a point. She comes from a Moonshiner family, and is no stranger to warfare, be it from the sidelines or on the field. Miss Pauling is probably very glad to have her around to help keep the Mercs in line

Arcanist was going to be another class, but I think I'd much rather use her as a seasonal/holiday OC for Scream Fortress. No, she's not blind, but she can see spirits wherever they are, magic as it's being cast and used, and has a knack for fortune telling and reading your past. Her gatling style crossbows are inspired by the 2008 Van Helsing movie, and what's a good witch without her spell book and some essential magic items?

Holly Belle is a Winter fae/faun who... admittedly was made just because I found Krampus hot... She brings out the seasonal decorations for the Smissmas and Winter seasons, and likes to harass, hackle, and otherwise annoy the Mercs while cheering on her monster loverboy, Krampus

she's also quite tiny next to him despite the punch she can pack with that staff and her magic

[fallstaticexit]

Hello! I mean historically faeries are like an inch tall lmao, how tall r u faeries?? <3

Haha true! My faeries are HEAVILY inspired by the fey in my favorite movie ever, Maleficent / Maleficent 2 ✨

I mean look at them; they’re stunning 🥹✨💖

A fully grown adult fae can be as tall as 7 feet. Guardians, are usually larger with larger wing spans for the purpose of protecting their troupe from danger. For example, Aries, who is a fae guardian. ❤️

[brownie-gives-cats]

new year new kitty time please uwu i've been inspired by the rarity post... we gotta try for a vampire kitty and a faerie kitty so they can be in love <3 ambitious perhaps but i believe we can do it >:3

30 - common You can totally treat this game like a slot/gatcha machine!! =o Hopefully the dice roll in your favor! I made a note to make you a vamp and fae if you ever roll the rare tier

Locustflash (he/him) is a medium-furred white-and-black mackerel tabby tom with amber eyes. His fur is mostly white, with a large, charcoal grey dapple draped over his back like a saddle, reaching down the fronts of his legs and covering the top of his tail, neck, and head. Tabby markings, sharp and black, stem from a stripe down his spine. The edges of the dapples, particularly around his legs and face, are outlined with dark brown, which fades in a gradient to honey brown before sharply transitioning to white. A pair of black tabby stripes mark the tops of each of his paws. His muzzle is patched with brown and flecked with black. His amber eyes have golden flecks and reflect orange. His tail is heavily scarred.

Locustflash is a natural leader. He is level-headed and clever, leaving him to be a primary decision-maker when patrols get stressful, even if he isn’t the official patrol leader. He has good instincts and tends to make good choices under pressure. Locustflash is the kind of cat that does what needs to be done without making a fuss about what he wants. He’s not a complainer, so it can be hard to tell when he dislikes something or is overwhelmed, as he will silently suffer if he’s not explicitly prompted to give his opinion.

[summers-wild-rose]

2, 3, 11, 15, HUT!

2. How and when did you get into VtM

Officially, 2018 when I found out the group I started hanging with for Dungeons and Dragons also had WoD and it's been a stable hype fixation since then :p

Funnily enough, I found out after I got into VtM I realized I'd been obsessed with VTM in my preteens, just reading the world building on old geocities and angelfire sites (vampires have been my thing as long as I can remember, along with fae so you can imagine how excited I was for CtD as well)

3. Which Edition Do You Play/Prefer

I'm a 20th edition guy though the book I read until I had it almost memorized was a copy of Revised Edition 😂 I've played v5 but I just don't like it as much for whatever reason. Even if the v5 and h5 chronicles we did have been some of my favorites.

11. How many characters do you have?

Active? I have Morgan, Florian, Louis and Killian. So that's 4. But I have made so many VtM characters for short campaigns that I've lost count. If I just do my favorites it's like ...

Fourteen? Fourteen,I think lol.

15. Do any of your characters have a trait or a flaw of your own? If so, what is it?

All of them. I always take a part of myself and use it as the core of the character. Louis is inspired heavily by my teen years and the sort of existential angst and lack of care for my own well being I had at the time. Morgan was based around BPD and a big chest (pre top surgery I was a K cup). She's also my oldest character so there's a LOT of me in her. (I originally wrote her up as a non VtM OC in like, 2013/2014). Florian is impulsiveness and Killian is a lot of my anxiety and issues around transphobia (tho Florian gets some of that too lol).

[slushiebonez]

YAYAYAYAYA OKAYYY!!!! ;3 (Apologies for the late yapping, had to eat dinner)

Starting off with the one I had the most ideas with: Blue Raspberry Cookie (She/Her)

She's a cookie from a higher class, you could tell from her stylish dress and posh attitude. While she does tend to be a little sassy and even judgmental at times, she can be generous to others sometimes too! She also drabbles in some of her own dresses ever now and then! Also her main weapon of choice is a fan decorated with shard blue diamonds around the edges. She's heavily inspired by Rarity from MLP, Blue Raspberry Cookie even says "Darling" a lot too XD.

Blue Raspberry Cookie also has a daughter! Her name's Sea Salt Cookie (She/Her). Who unlike her mother (Who's posh and cares so much about her looks), is more spark and loves exploring the deep ocean. She dreams of becoming a skilled pirate one day, and hopes to join the Salty Shark (Which I believe is Captain Caviar Cookie's crew?) too! Sea Salt Cookie also has a packet salt in her pocket, which she throws in order to blind opponents (It's like pocket sand)

Next one is Noni Dragon Cookie (Any Pronouns), they're a fae dragon, and one of the last residents of the faerie kingdom. They were originally a dragon that got separated from their family, and was adopted by some cookies, although he wished that he'd become a real cookie and help others. One day suddenly, that wish came true! Forgive me for not knowing SHIT about the lore of White Lily Cookie (To a minimum at least), but I feel like Noni Dragon would still see the good in her and look up to her, one of my lines for them reflecting that is "She’d never forsaken us… Right?". Outside of the lore however, Noni Dragon is currently disguised as a cookie, she hopes to learn more about them, yet also discover more of her dragon kin. She's basically like a big ol silly puppy XD (Also! They're inspired by BMO from Adventure Time slightly, and the noni fruit!)

Then we have Pumpkin King Cookie (He/They). He's a mischievous cookie who loves two things; Halloween, and pulling off pranks! He's also my idea for Pumpkin Pie Cookie's daughter, and the original creator behind her plushie, Pompon. It's also said in the wiki that Pumpkin Pie is apparently a ghost or some other kind of supernatural entity, so I decided to make Pumpkin King Cookie one too. I feel like they were separated after a misunderstanding involving witchcraft, and now in the afterlife, Pumpkin King now has the ability to summon pumpkins at his will, and he rides on a big pumpkin when attacking opponents. While proud, cocky, and bold, Pumpkin King can also be a bit dramatic sometimes... XD

The last one I'll share for now is Honey Queen Cookie (She/Her). She's the leader of a group known as "The Hive", which is a colony of bees. She cares about the bees and they care about her, she likes helping them and works hard to find enough honey for them. She's very stoic and doesn't slack off one second for The Hive, she doesn't trust others easily though. She also has an adopted child named Bear Paw Cookie (They/Them. They're basically a chaotic lil child inspired by bear jellies, gummy bears, and the bear paw cactus).

OKAYYYY That's all for now! Ik this post is a lil long but take as much time as you want in reading it! Oh, and I also have a few sketches for Blue Raspberry and Noni Dragon!

oh my god im so sorry i forgot you asked this like. at least a month or two ago and i never responded

and im sad that i didnt because these guys are freakin awesome omg. i love blue raspberry cookie and the duality between her and sea salt, pocket sand swashbuckler sea salt cookie has my whole heart <3

im also always a sucker for the dragons and noni dragon cookie makes me go YIPPEEE YAHOOOOOOO super loud theyre so awesomesauce. the dragons in canon are mainly little Freaks so to see a silly guy that is basically just ouppy is so fun and joyous

pumpkin king cookie..... oh how i love them. i was a hype champion for pumpkin pie from day one shes so silly and i love a dramatic halloween trickster jumps so high i hit the rafters

also honey queen cookie my fair lady rotates her in my head at mach speed. i love it when a very stoic person has a little goober kid hell yeah

idk if my commentary was very insightful lol but id love to hear more about these guys!!!!!! once again sorry for the. month(s) of radio silence omg 😭

[infwctednyacifier]

🏞️⋆｡🪷 ₊˚🕯️ ﾟ. ORIGINAL, SINGLE = FEMBOY FAE – ALTER PACK

This is technically a songtive since it’s based off of Genesis by Grimes!! It’s the character that always comes to mind when I think of fairies!!! This is heavily inspired by me :3 so technically if u form this alter then ur forming me!!!!!!! I will make all ur male alters gay :3

Names – Dakota „ Fern „ Atlas „ Valor „ Omiros „ Heron

Age – thousands of years old

Pronouns – he / him „ hy / hym „ it / it's „ deer / deer's „ fae / faer „ thon / thon's „ zi / zir

Gender – genderflux „ genderfae „ Aliuspueric „ naturegender ( umbrella „ all naturegenders ) „ transmasc ( only bottom surgery „ flat chested „ doesn't bind )

Orientation – gay „ achillean / androsexual „

Role – ADHD holder ( if body has ADHD ) „ archivist „ announcer „ caesian „ Daydream holder ( if daydreamer ) „ soother ( relaxes the body ) „ physical hygiene caretaker ( into self – care )

Species – fairy / faerie ( pointy ears „ wings ) / satyr ( Deer ears „ tail „ hips to legs „ freckles )

Source – Original / Songtive of Genesis by Grimes

Emojis – 🍄 „ 🏞️ „ 🦌 „ 🪽 „ 🐾 „ 🔮

Likes – nature „ peace „ resting „ men ( especially kings ) „ food

Dislikes – disruptions „ aggression „ injuries „ boredom „ destruction

Appearance – pale / fair skin „ neck – length hair ( dark „ waves / curls ) „ brown eyes ( big / sleepy ) „ slender / curvy „ satyr / fairy fashion ( chitons „ satchels )

Faceclaims –

[dark-roleplay-finder]

hello ! i’m a 21 year old (f) college student looking for a couple of long-term roleplay partners (19+), who are interested in crafting multi-faceted characters and stories !

my writing style consists of adv.literate to novella prose through third-person POVs, and i would prefer my partners to write similarly ! although i’m not averse to rapid fire, literate-style writing either, as i’m a bit rusty and need to ease back into my old groove :,).

as for pairings, i’m generally very flexible in terms of the types of relationships & genders i like to portray but lean heavily towards F/F & F/M romances, taking on whatever role depending on my current muse. however, i’m also a big fan of doubling and wouldn’t mind doing so as i generally like to write & involve more than one character :3.

preferred genres:

historical (with inclinations to dynasties/ancient/medieval civilizations, gothic settings & the 60s-80s)

mafia/crime/gangs

hitmen & spies

fairytales/mythology

supernatural (fae, witches, mermaids etc.)

dark academia

travel/adventure

pirates

royalty

comedy

neo-noire & cyberpunk

apocalyptic & dystopian

romance

arranged marriages

morally grey characters

dark &/or mature themes

fandoms (ocxcanon & ocxoc preferred):

house of the dragon

bullet train ***

the man from U.N.C.L.E (as inspiration) ***

succession **

game of thrones

the bear

daisy jones & the six ***

phantom of the opera/black swan (as inspiration) ***

peaky blinders (as inspiration) **

p.s. i am also nsfw friendly !

any and all roleplays will be taking place on discord as that’s where i’m most active ! i’d also like to move ooc there once we’ve established a plot, discussed limits and gotten to know each other a bit better ! finally, as much as i’m open for most things, please only interact if you’re able to contribute with ideas and/or plotting - i don’t want to have to do all the work — it’s no fun alone !

please leave a like if you’re interested and i’ll try to reach out soon <3.

have a nice day :) 🍄

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

[kirango-rouge]

(to all my undertale followers, i deeply appologize for these drawings coming out of nowhere on your dashboard ><)

lotr Melkor and Mairon doodles heavily inspired by @ranuunculus 's work! i love their art style, it has this dark softness/soft darkness aura that i appreciate. (some of their drawings were used as references in pic 1 and 3 and in hair/horn designs while i was searching myself in drawing the two world peace menaces, as i never drew them ever before).

go check their 🎨[work]🎨, it's amazing! ^w^

pics legends under cut

pic 1: the experimental pic where i tried to visualize how i wanted to draw my version of Morgoth. Idk why but i immediately imagined him with nocturnal vibes, like a very moody owl, so i literally gave him an owl mask and made him very fluffy and poofy (do not be afraid of him stretching his neck, come closer). The crown was the hardest part. i initially wanted to draw something different from other artists, but i wasn't very successful at that.

pic 2: my take on the man Sauron. He was easier to do as i was parasitized by his design in the movies, but i still wanted to try something different. Even though i am not very satisfied with his armor, i still like the idea of a giant single blazing eye-opening on the helmet. I also like his more straight and rigid horns compared to Morgoth's more wavy and untamed ones.

pic 3: trying a mentor/lieutenant pose, because why not.

pic 4: my attempt at drawing humanoid faces (which I'm not used to at all xD) Yet i very much like the result!

pic 5: "interest"

pic 6: surely my favourite pic! Morgoth is here closer from what i picture him in my head: a wild force of raw emotions coated in a fae-like shape. Both terrifying and yet attractive like a black hole.

pic 7: "before everything went wrong" featuring Melkor the owl, Manwe the eagle, and Nienna the hummingbird (because i like her a lot, and i just decided that all Valar now have bird masks).

pic 8: literally Sauron as a wolf and Morgoth as a cuban prehistoric owl (or Ornimegalonyx for when you'll check Wikipedia. and yes, this thing did actually exist and i had to make it xD).

and there were the pics! thank you for watching ^w^.

[unpopularshipbracket]

Round 1b Match 9

Dee Eliade/Audrey Myers (The Forbidden Game)

fic count: 0

"The book series is about a girl named Jenny and her group of friends who get kidnapped by some kind of fae being with magic powers to play a "game" that is just a coercive tactic to allow him to get close to Jenny. Jenny's two closest friends are Dee and Audrey; Dee has been her best friend for basically her whole life and Audrey is a newer friend who she grew close to quickly over the past year or so. Dee and Audrey clash. A lot. Though they both love Jenny they can never seem to agree on how best to help her. Dee is direct, unafraid of conflict, physically strong, described as butch, and heavily queer coded (one of the few female characters in the series without a male love interest in the kind of book series where male love interests are bread and butter), and often relies on her emotions and her body's capabilities to solve problems. Audrey is more reserved, worldly, described as fashionable and upper-class, and relies on her intelligence and her pragmatism to solve problems. They're a classic case of opposites, and though Audrey does have a boyfriend, he does not inspire nearly as much passion in her as an argument with Dee. Plus they kinda both seem like they're a little in love with Jenny."

Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine (Bungou Stray Dogs)

fic count: 331

"Verlaine, being an artificial human, is very lonely bc he’s the only one of his kind in the entire world. Rimbaud tried to allow him to feel human but Verlaine never gave in. He only realized that Rimbaud was truly trying to help him all those years after Rimbaud, in his final moments gave up his humanity for a mere chance at saving Verlaine’s life. Also they have many parallels with the main bungo stray dogs ships, the 3 generations of soukoku"

[allhallowsthemepark]

All Hallows - Goblin Woods

Our next area of the All Hallows map celebrates an aspect of Halloween that goes right back to the holiday's ultimate origins but is nowadays remembered only in bits and pieces—Celtic legends and lore surrounding the mystical time of Samhain, and the fairy tales that emerged from those underpinnings. Not only goblins but banshees, witches, and all manner of beings from a dark enchanted forest may be found here.

The entrance to Goblin Woods lies along a winding path that begins among the buildings of the entry plaza. The town-style buildings of the plaza transition to derelict rural structures and then the trees of a dense Old World forest, until guests arrive at an archway formed out of two bare trees whose branches curl overhead and merge into each other. The name of the area is picked out in fiber optic lights that intermittently turn on with a “fairy dust” effect...but, crucially, fragments of the lettering are scattered across the twigs and the words are only legible from certain angles. (The sweet spots are marked by rings of circular tiles of varying sizes set into the ground, colored red with white spots. Knowledgeable guests might feel uneasy about this.)

The archway opens onto a clearing in the forest in which is a tiny village right out of a Brothers Grimm storybook. Shops and eateries occupy thatched-roof cottages, and a music loop of eerie, “mystical” instrumentals and fairytale-inspired pieces fades in and out. Further paths lead off of this area through densely wooded spaces, arriving at the area attractions.

Characters

Goblin Woods is not as heavily populated with themed characters as, say, Ghoul City, but it's not unusual to encounter goblins, trolls, and other unsavory creatures from fairy tales scuttling about the area. There are also a handful of major characters, though as is the case with most fairy tales, they have no names, only descriptive titles. They may be found roaming almost anywhere in the area, including the labyrinth.

The Witch of the Woods: Is the crone in the black cloak kindly or wicked? If approached, will she accommodate your request for selfies or visit you with a fearsome curse (or both)?

The Green Men: These giants made of twisted branches and leaves (stilt-walking performers) wander the back ways of the forest, and no one knows how many there really are or what their purpose is. Just be careful what you lean against...

The Fairy Queen: Highest lady of the Unseelie Court, beautiful, graceful, and mysterious. Offer her no gifts, and accept none from her.

Attractions

The Tale of Tam Lin: A dark ride following the story of Tam Lin, from Bonnie Janet's first meeting with the mysterious young man in Carterhaugh Forest to her daring rescue of him from the Fair Folk on Halloween night itself!

2. Wild Hunt: A suspended roller coaster based on the pan-European myth of ghostly skyborne riders that chase down unlucky wanderers in the forest.

3. Puck's Labyrinth: The maze attraction of Goblin Woods takes the form of a disorienting journey through the deep woods and fairy mounds. It's a wide-ranging maze that affords glimpses of the other area attractions via gaps in the foliage as well as giant spider webs, glowing mushrooms, sinister trees, and other sights of the haunted forest.

4. Fae Circle Dance: A simple carnival spinner with a literal twist—the suspended cars move along a series of interwoven tracks, and the patterns can be quite unpredictable.

Shops and Eateries

5. Glamours: The Goblin Woods costume shop focuses on motifs of fairy tale, fantasy, and days of yore. Some of the offerings include: general medieval and Renaissance looks, dragons, fairies, knights, mermaids, royalty, unicorns, walking trees, witches, and wizards.

6. Goblin Market: A toy, book and curio shop for lovers of fantasy and fairy tales, especially if their tastes run a little to the dark.

7. Gingerbread Cottage: A combination candy shop and bakery/tea shop, perfect for taking a break during the day or evenings. Be sure to ask about special fairytale-inspired tea blends and “soul cake” pastries!

8. Morgan's Cauldron: A small counter-service eatery with a menu of simple meals—soups, sandwiches, fresh fruit and cheese platters, and the like.

9. The Witch's Hut: Located toward the back of Goblin Woods rather than in the “village” area with the other shops, the Witch's Hut is a tiny metaphysical shop selling crystals, Tarot cards, mystical jewelry, and other accoutrements. It's a good place to run into the Witch of the Woods.