#hero ⚜️

[linkstem]

We're Linkstem, a group within the DICE system!!

You can call all of us collectively Link and use he/him but we do have our own names and pronouns, we'll be tagging our posts with whoever wrote it :]

Headmate Directory

Rei (he/it, the host + not a fictive)

Blue (he/him, persecutor, most active fronter)

Red (he/they, soother, overrider)

Green (any pronouns, gatekeeper)

Vio (he/they, protector, archivist)

^ These four might use a collective "four" tag, but they want to clarify they don't fuse or split into one person like Linked Universe, they're specifically the manga version of the heroes of light and are always four different people

Link (he/they/it, could be called Toon or Rinku to avoid confusion, mute)

Wind (he/him)

Legend (he/bee)

Hero (he/bee, younger Legend introject)

Fable (she/her)

Revali (he/him)

Ravio (he/him)

These three are from Little Nightmares rather than Zelda but they're most comfortable in this space ⬇️

Six (they/them)

Runaway Kid (he/him)

Mono (he/it)

Tags

Link's house - random posting, chatting

Hero's trials - vent tag

Courage tag - comforting things we like

Wisdom tag - resources / things we deem important

Power tag - stuff we think is COOL AS FUCK

Kokiri art club - art tag

Blacklist

Please do not tag our content as these or send us posts supporting them, as they make many of us uncomfortable!

Hero of Legend x Princess of Legend Zelink

Wind Waker Zelink or Telink

Feel free to ask any of us questions about ourselves or opinions on source facts or headcanons, or even just being a fictive!! It's not uncomfortable, if anything it helps us :]

If you like our art consider following our other blogs!

@reisgeis for Undertale

@alchemicalrei for Disney

[whitehartlane]

aufstiegsheld.

[robin-evry]

Hi! I Hope you're doing ok , can you do Aglaea!yuu?

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐄!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🪡⚜️

In that holy city kissed by the dawn, the weaver caresses the golden threads, entwining fates. The Chrysos Heir that bears the "Romance" Coreflame gathered the world's heroes, leading them on a long journey once more to topple the gods, reclaim the divine flame, and grand rebirth to the nearly fallen Amphoreus.

When they realize, they are not at amphoreus and have been kidnapped they thought, everyone in the ceremony Crowley, house wardens and students was engulfed and restrained by golden threads and aglae!yuu walk out of the coffin with their weapon ready in hand.

Crowley was literally tied and restrained by the golden threads displayed in front of the student's body trying to be let out of the thread, including the entire housewardens and students are hung up in the air trying to break free.

Aglae!yuu confronted Crowley on who he is while pointing their weapons at his neck meaning they are serious on finding out and why a cult would kidnap them, Crowley started to release his explanation saying that this is nrc a school, the golden threads didn't sense a lie after sometime thinking they released everyone from the tread.

After this incident, many students are afraid aglae!yuu, but they didn't listen or bother about it they simply focus on getting back home towards amphoreus they realize that Crowley is an incompetent fool so they decided to find their way back home

When given their uniforms, aglae!yuu modified it towards their taste with added golden decorations and the sigil of mnestia on the pocket. Their uniform has delicate golden embroidery, reminiscent of ancient craftsmanship. Their presence feels refined yet melancholic

Aglae!yuu scattered gartmakers and golden strings around the School to work as their ears and eyes so they know what's going on in school,

At school aglae!yuu is one of the top students or model students, their uniforms are always poised and they always make sure they always look their best, many students said that their personality and habit is similar towards vil and clash with each other due to different views.

But they are never harsh or raise their voice even tho they are pretty strict but not much as vil, sometimes when things get so hard epel would visit them and seek for their advice over something or regarding towards vil.

The ramshackle also has been remodeled thanks to them and gartmakers, the gartmakers help them maintain cleanliness and help them with paper work that Crowley requested ( force ) them to do it.

Aglae!yuu carry a heavy burden on their shoulder worrying about amphoreus they are desperate to go back home wondering as if it's okay or something bad has happened towards okhema.

They are always been seen in the library searching to go back home, but yet their grades are always perfect compared to most students competing with Azul and riddle but unfortunately they have bigger issues than academic rivalry.

Aglae!yuu is always prepared for anything they will always finish their assignments head on and make preparations before a lesson, the teachers adored them.

Students like Azul and riddle respect them for their precision and hard work towards getting the best outcome, vil even admired them for beauty and habit towards for perfection and best outcome. One time Azul would try to trap them in a contract and his hands were tied in golden threads and every time he lies it shakes making aglae!yuu complicated due to their sharpness

Vil is confused why would someone like aglae!yuu would be friends towards ace,deuce and grim by far they are far from what they are so he's wondering how could someone like them have the patience for them. He also approved of their aesthetic with thread by far he is impressed turning something so delicate into something sturdy and versatile.

Aglae!yuu is also an expert at swordsmanship, their swords are different and design based from a needle as well unique swordsmanship by using one of their gartemaker to assist them in battle bring elegance towards the fields.

Rook would always compliment over their elegance and epel admired their swordsmanship to take down opponents who are ten times stronger than them in a matter of seconds their movement is as fast as lightning hitting their opponent with percision and not to mention the story of aglae!yuu is having a battle with the god of war in their world this immediately becomes epel hyper fixation.

So with vil approval epel would ask whether or not aglae!yuu can teach them swordsmanship like them and epel manage to approve their discipline and etiquette are improved earnings vil respect so once a week aglae!yuu would enjoy a cup of tea with them with the rest of pomifiore, you could almost say they are a pomifiore by heart vil wish they could transfer dorms saying that pomifiore is perfect for them and will always welcome them in open arms.

Not to mention many students are curious about their gartemaker technology, they are there to help them with assignments and duties not to mention to keep ramshackle in order as well as grim, idia would try to make a collaboration with them but they're so gorgeous to the point he doesn't know how to approach them.

Many would fine aglae!yuu being untouchable or strict many would fear them but aglae!yuu is kind and willing to help anyone if there's any trouble, by far gives the best life advice in nrc many students and housewardens said they should be the principal instead of Crowley.

[sossolei]

S.O.S SOLEI ━╋ 𓉳𐬹°

꯭ׁ⎯꯭⎯꯭ׁ INTRODUCTION. . .

Hello! My name is Sólaire, but I usually go by Solei. I am Dominican and live in America. This account is mainly to share my knowledge, experience and journey surround manifesting, LOA, and reality shifting ( + astrology sometimes ). I am 20 years old and also a Pisces moon so all this spiritual stuff was meant to be for me lol. I found out about manifesting as most people do on the internet, it first started with subliminals but I didn’t actually know what I was doing so…then it was witchy TikTok! It was a hit or miss finding someone reliable ( esp in 2020 ) but eventually I just figured out to take what resonates with me and discard the rest of I ever want to succeed and that mentality has truly brought me so much, I can’t even explain it all here.

Using astrology has honestly helped with a lot of things, and it was recently revealed to me that one of my important life paths is to share my experiences and the knowledge within those experiences so here I am! If you’ve read this far I hope we can follow each other and learn from each other from now on! <3

Best way to navigate this page:

#solshifts🔅 - all my posts

#onmysol🔅 - answering questions

#solinhogwarts⚜️- shifting stories related to hogwarts

꯭ׁ⎯꯭⎯꯭ׁABOUT SHIFTING + MANIFESTING. . .

I found about reality shifting the same way most people did on 2020 TikTok, specifically 2020 ANIME TikTok so just know I’ve seen it all! But I take it as living proof that it doesn’t matter what you’ve seen or been through, it matters what you make of it.

The first time I shifted realities was when I was 17 going on 18 and the actual shift of realities happened on a random day, but me shifting was NOT an accident. I can go into more depth on another post but I did a powerful manifestion ritual without knowing much of anything or ever trying spells/rituals beforehand and I shifted realities in a way I genuinely never saw coming. To this day I’m surprised when I remember everything.

꯭ׁ⎯꯭⎯꯭ׁALTERNATE REALITIES. . .

I was going to make a separate section “ about me “ but I can’t like something without trying to shift there SO BUCKLE UP. P.S I just made this account so I will be adding links to each info page as I go along and make it <3

.☘︎ ݁˖ MY HERO ACADEMIA UNI — currently shifting to

my hero reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ ENHYPEN 8TH FEMALE MEMBER — currently shifting to

enhypen female member reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ HOGWARTS UNI + SIREN — already shifted / not currently shifting to

hogwarts uni reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN — not currently shifting to

detroit: become human reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ THE WALKING DEAD — already shifted / not currently shifting to

the walking dead reality info

☘︎ ݁˖ HAIKYUU ! — already shifted / not currently shifting to

haikyuu reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON — not currently shifting to

house of the dragon reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ CRIMINAL MINDS — not currently shifting to

criminal minds reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ ACTRESS / FAME — already shifted to / not currently shifting to

actress reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ AESPA 4TH MEMBER — not currently shifting to

aespa 4th member reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ GRAVITY FALLS — not currently shifting to

gravity falls reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ THE LAST OF US — already shifted / not currently shifting to

the last of us reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ OUTERBANKS — already shifted / not currently shifting to

outerbanks reality info

.☘︎ ݁˖ AVATAR: THE WAY OF WATER — already shifted / not currently shifting to

avatar: the way of water reality info

꯭ׁ⎯꯭⎯꯭ׁRECALL. . .

Under here is where you’ll find memory recalls or “ story times “ about realities I’ve shifted to. I call this recall because my memory is genuinely not the best so this is basically memory recalling LMAO. Don’t expect like fanfiction esc writing because this is all real and if I can barely remember my assignments due, don’t expect me to remember what some guy smelled like in a random reality.

𖤓 first time I shifted

𖤓 shifting to the walking dead ( didn’t last 5 minutes btw )

𖤓 shifting to hogwarts

1. Things I Learned After Shifting to Hogwarts

𖤓 shifting to avatar

𖤓 shifting to fame reality

𖤓 shifting to the last of us

𖤓 shifting to haikyuu

꯭ׁ⎯꯭⎯꯭ׁASK ME ANYTHING. . .

Under here I’ll put links to any questions people have for me. Legit ask me anything I’m kind of an open book (unless it’s something about somebody’s body parts idk). I’m open to astrology, tarot, and manifesting questions too. I’ve never been a judgmental person truly so I hope everyone feels comfortable talking to me <3

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

Headcanons for Zev and Rolan to tide you all over until I can nail down a plot for the poll winner fic.

How they take care of Tav

🎇Rolan🎇

The grumpy wet cat of a man is a little less grumpy and wet when Tav is tired or hurting.

If they're returning home after a long road full of fights and sleepless nights, Rolan takes a gentle approach.

After making sure they have something to eat and drink in front of them, he's drawing them a hot bath.

If they return with more severe injuries, then God's help Tav.

Scolding and fussing, cursing, and name calling.

He does it out of love, we know this.

Still feeds them and draws them a bath.

Helps remove their armor, all the while tutting and making aggravated comments about "always playing hero" or "can't go a day without a fight" even though tav knows he doesn't mean it.

Once they're in the bath, he sits beside the tub

He'd like to join him, but the tub isn't that big, and when there are two people, his tail gets painfully twisted

He talks them into comfort, what Cal and Lia have been up to, how things are at the tower, and stories about the threw siblings growing up.

Uses his long, glorious nails to really help scrub Tav's hair.

Purposely dumps the water over their head to help rinse without letting them cover their eyes.

Immediately feels bad when they yelp in pain.

Coos and helps rinse it out, pretending be just wasn't thinking.

After the bath wraps them in soft sleeping clothes and puts them to bed (mother hen, who?)

When Tav asks if he's joining them he replies "now now, I've got things to do. You sleep, I'll be back later."

And he does, once Tav is sleeping.

He watches then for a moment before sighing at their bruised Visage and whispering things about "my poor angel'

Curls up behind them, holding them tight.

Tails wrapped around their leg and arms squeezing them.

Falls asleep beside them, holding them like he can protect them from the life they've chosen.

⚜️Zevlor⚜️

Has almost certainly been either on the road with his beloved Tav or staying in their camp

He knows he said he'd like to retire in the city, but once he realized he loved someone who was such a menace to their own health, those plans went right out the window.

Fighting by their side is part of his way of showing care. Watching their back, shielding them from harms way, even if they scold him for it later.

His approach to love and care is so much more obvious than Rolan's.

Constant loving stares and words of affirmation, reverence to the person who dared show him kindness and love that he though he didn't deserve.

And when the day is done and a browbeaten Tav returns to him, he's got a hand on their back or an arm around their waist in an instant, leading them to the fire to eat and relax.

Watches carefully as he makes sure they eat least one full serving of their meal. Tail wagging in pleasure when they do.

Humming old Eltural lullabies while helping them clean up by whatever stream or river is near.

Brushing their hair is his favorite.

Once in their tent, he's pulling blankets over Tav and urging them to sleep. Strokes their hair until they are.

Stays up after they're resting, watching them, watching the camp for danger, enjoying the stars.

When exhaustion finally wins, he's back in the tent, curling up in a protective little ball by their side closer to the tents entrance so if anyone tries to get in they'll trip over him and wake Tav.

If Tav is ever severely injured, Avernus take this man, he is a wreck.

That face he makes when the guy gets shot by goblins in the Grove? That immediately followed by tears and sobs.

Even if it's not life-threatening, he's on this knees at their side and begging them not to go.

The most careful and methodical medical treatment Tav has ever received followed by the most protective and clingy Zev there's ever been.

He insists on doing everything for them now. He won't let them in harms way again.

Just a sad, overprotective, DILF of a paladin who loves his Tav.

[marioandsonicfangirl793-art]

🖤 SHADOUGE - 🔥 WE ALL DANCED IN FIRE 🔥🩷

Just gave Rouge her outfit from Sonic Heroes in this very artwork! 💜🩷

And here’s her with Shadow both romantically dancing around far from flames. 🖤❤️

I hope you like it! ✨⭐️

⚜️❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷💖💝⚜️

Art ©️ Me. Shadow the Hedgehog and Rouge the Bat ©️ Sega ⚠️ Please don’t use/steal/trace/copy my art without my written permission.

[soulhymn]

Emperor Herobrine ⚜️✨

Greetings everyone, Tuu here ♥. Today I present you my Herobrine painting (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

So here's Emperor Herobrine in all his glory! Gosh I'm really happy with the result!

I did 4 background studies just to get his background right 😭

So here's Emperor Herobrine (Not king grrr) in all his glory. Man he's hot and I blame @r31z11ns for reawakening my old crush on him.

Btw him and Steve are no longer the same person in my AU. They're different people now. Steve and Hero are half brothers now.

[amphitriteswife]

ꨄ︎Welcometomyblogꨄ︎

Working on request rn!

Master list lookism

Master list windbreaker

Master list ror/snv

Master list blue lock

Master list killer peter

Master list Gladiator ll

Master list Taehoon seong

Tanisha she/her. 🇳🇱🇸🇷

Fandoms i’m in:

💛 Lookism

💛 record of ragnarok/shuumatsu no valkyrie

💛 trigun the stampede

💛 viral hit/ how to fight

💛 manager kim

💛 houseki no kuni/land of the lustrous

💛 blue lock

💛 mythology

💛 Yakuza kiwami + 0

💛 castlevania

💛 kpop

💛 Gladiator II

💛 Yakuza series

💛 final fantasy 7

💛 legend of zelda

💛 bleach

💛 jjba

💛 Trigun the stampede

💛 Killer peter

💛 unholy blood

💛 manager kim

💛 Juvenile offender

💛 wind breaker (manhwa)

💛 To Be Hero X

💛 innocent rouge

What will i write for?:

🩵 Lookism

🩵 Viral hit/how to fight

🩵 Blue lock

🩵 castlevania

🩵 Yakuza kiwami + 0

🩵 Killer peter

🩵juvenile offender

🩵 wind breaker (manhwa)

🩵 final fantasy 7

🩵Trigun the stampede

🩵killer peter

🩵 to be Hero X

🩵 operation true love

🩵 remarried empress

🩵 villains are destined to die

🩵 for my abandoned love

🩵mashle

🩵 innocent rouge

🩵 fxm

🩵 mxm

⚜️Rules⚜️

Most things are up for discussion via inbox or dm’s. Specify hc’s or if you want an actual fic.

🚫 ~ incest/ stepcest

🚫~ hardcore NSFW

🚫~ size kink

[pursuitseternal]

“A Night with the Ascendant:” truths revealed and a delicious punishment is served

Ascended Astarion x F!OC (Lumina) |E| 5K

Summary: While the Master’s away, Lumina decides to take matters into her own urchin hands. Hooded and cloaked, she finds the book she seeks on the Lower City streets… but Lord Astarion finds her, too. She is willful and reckless and disobedient, and a fitting punishment is required.

CW: Grieving AA, Half-truths, manipulation, orgasm denial, Lumina fails her charisma and stealth rolls, “borrowing her bf’s clothing” for nefarious purposes, AA having too much fun for the first time in centuries.

Previous Ch | ao3 link | Masterlist

Chapter 4…

⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️

Lumina was everything he ever dreamed someone could be—beautiful, willing, submissive. It was so easy to give her that final ingredient to remake her in his image, to dominate her so thoroughly. It shouldn’t have even felt like manipulation or deception to that matter, she drank the chalice of his blood so eagerly. He remembered the deep scarlet stain on those satisfied lips, the aftertaste of his power in the richness of his blood that lingered on her tongue.

But if she was so entirely his… why did it bother him to no end? He missed that edge of control, to compel her and weave his way into her brain like the beautiful marionette she had been. Where control and order once dictated his life, now all was replaced with… whims and desire.

With her smiles and her guile and her intelligence and her willfulness.

He hadn’t counted on such willfulness. Even if it was to insist on calling him hero. Hells. Heroes didn’t live forever with unrivaled power, needing to spend eternity numbing the pain of life. Heroes laid peacefully in their graves when all was said and done.

Graves like the five cut headstones that spread before him. They had never been this quiet, not when they were alive. The silence of the graveyard grinded at his resolve, eroding that perfect veneer of power and control crafted over two glorious centuries. He was weak right now, remembering the way his eyes would hurt as they rolled back every time Gale rambled… or the edge of sassiness in Shadowheart’s voice when she was peeved… or even Karlach’s hyena call of a laugh.

Instead there was only silence, the growth of moss on their stone tombs, and the rot of time on their remains, the same uncheck grinding of time that had swept them away and left him. Alone. Unaltered and untouched.

For the first time in ages, he stood in the wash of their memories, the ghosts of their voices and laughter and criticism and ferocity. In a moment, he would steel himself over once more, return to that visage of power and dominance and untouchability. But for now, he stood in silent remembrance, his damnable beating heart feeling the sting of emotions he had worked so hard to banish. Loss… grief… affection… desire…

A flash of bright blonde hair and crimson eyes passed through his mind. A tug at their bond that she was somewhere in the city, somewhere up to mischief and no good… if she was this petulant and unruly, why did he love her…

Love.

Hells dammit. He had remade her into something new, something even he had yet to experience in his centuries of vampirism—his Bride. But what was it she was remaking him into now?

Hungry for him, she paced between her suites and his sumptuous chambers. But there was one thing for which she hungered more—knowledge. What in the hells was she?

Every few turns around the room, Lumina paused at the window of his bedchamber, its arching frame overlooking the gardens, and the Lower City beyond. Creeping ivy trellised its way up the ancient stone walls. Every one of her urchin instincts screamed to escape—to reclaim the sun and discover all she could about her new abilities, to try to uncover more about her hero, her tyrant, and her love. She needed information, research.

She needed books. Or at least one. One to unlock what strange transformation had taken place to grant her safety from the sun like him.

How many times had she touched that green leather-covered tome, The Curse of the Vampyr? If only she could run to any book seller, Upper City, Lower City, surely she would find that book or… better yet… one that detailed the tether of a Master and Spawn. Fingers itched, mind whirred. She needed to taste her freedom, to learn what he wouldn’t divulge. Perhaps he would be impressed by her ambition, perhaps he would punish her for defiance.

But he wouldn’t begrudge her that freedom in the sun, not after all that she had just read about his past. Not when it was the same sweet prize he had sought and won to become the magnificent lord he was now.

He could be gone for hours, for all day, she decided. Sharp crimson eyes darted to his wardrobes packed with clothing. Practical clothing. Pants and tunics and cloaks. Maybe just… a quick rummage. Her light, little fingers danced over the rows of his garments, hoping to find something not too ostentatious or decadent. Black velvet trousers tied snug above her hips, a black silken chemise that wouldn’t reveal too much of her breasts with that low-dipped v cut—she was ready to climb and find her quarry.

Shoes slipped off, she knew it would be an easier climb barefooted, besides it’s how she had spent most of her time on the streets anyway. One leg out the window, and Lumina held her breath, that sunlight on her skin invigorated her. It bathed her, warmed her pale skin for the first time in weeks… it made every vein beneath her alabaster skin glow blue, it heated her bones and made her feel alive again.

Free again.

Emboldened by her freedom, she gracefully scampered down the vines. It was so easy to do, so glorious. She smiled to feel her feet in the dirt of the garden and vault over the stone walls back into the bustling streets of the Lower City.

Drawing the hood of his black cloak up over her head, she slunk in the shadows, surely a sight to behold. A small little girl, dressed in a man’s rich robes, stalking around like the urchin she was at heart. Bodies brushed against her on all sides, the pulse of the City, the bustling pace and breakneck ignorance of its populace for urchins like her… it would be so easy now to steal what she wanted.

Giddy, gleeful even, Lumina let her fingers dance into some fat vendor’s pocket to take their purse. It was just so easy, instinctive. Just a bump and an apology, and sure as Balduran’s balls, she was now one purse richer. Maybe a little weapon too… she smirked, mischievous and greedy. Just another helpless victim, another bump into her side and a mumbled apology… and now Lumina’s cool fingers closed around an elegant filigree hilt. She tucked its scabbard into her makeshift belt before continuing on to the closest book cart.

Her deft eyes skimmed the titles from beneath the canopy of her hood. Gold letters glint in the sun, her sharp eyes darting over every spine.

There… she gave a sigh of relief, the title she sought gleamed at her, brighter than a prized jewel. Stepping back, she eyed the cart vendor, a plump, stinking man who looked more interested in drinking than reading. She could practically smell the stale ale on his breath and scent the alcohol that tainted his blood, even from her distance.

Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of these hypersensitivities, drawing back a pace until she couldn’t smell him anymore. Gagging, she tucked the purse of gold in her pocket; a man like that would be much more fun to rob than to waste her newly acquired money on.

All she had to do was wait…

After a few moments, he got up, lumbering around the corner, and Lumina smiled. Her undead heart would be racing with the thrill of the hunt, that rush of risk and reward, of being victorious or being caught.

Slinking to the far side of the cart, she pulled out the small green book, her quarry. Her steady hand began to slip it under her cloak until….

“What do you think you’re doing?” that stinking, sour breath was hot in her face as the cart keeper snatched her wrist and spun her around.

“Fuck,” Lumina cursed as fear gripped her soul and raced down her spine.

Out of practice, Little Light… she swore she could hear his mocking laughter in her head. Fuck, what would the Master say, she worried as she was dragged into the street.

“You wretched, dirty rat,” the keeper yelled in her face, spittle flying in her face and he yanked back her hood. Arresting the book from her hand, he flung her against the alley wall. “No one steals from me!”

“I have no need to steal,” Lumina lied, even as she caught herself against the brick wall. “My master is Lord Astarion Ancunín, and he will not like having his things manhandled thus.” She snapped, wrenching her hand from the man’s grubby fingers

More spit flew in her face as the man laughed, big and loud and rude. “Yeah sure, some hoity Council Member let his servant run in the streets barefoot to fetch books for them….”

“I fear the lady is right,” a silken purr rumbled from behind them both. Astarion stood, perfect in posture and confident in stance. “My Mistress is prone to such wild fantasies, wandering the street unshod, fetching books on drivel from half-brined booksellers…” Astarion turned up his nose and grimaced as he too took in the foul odor of the rotund man. “Beautiful women have their indulgences, and we must allow them their indulgences. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Astarion smirked, his silver brow quirked high on his forehead as he dangled a fat coin purse at the seller.

“Of course, my Lord,” came the reply as his fat fingers snatched it midair. “Lord Ancunín, I didn’t mean to…”

A withering, crimson stare was all it took to send the fat man fleeing back into the shadows.

“Come, Lumina,” Astarion grabbed her upper arm, firm but with a sickeningly sweet smile, “it’s time we got you home.”

With one last ditch effort, she snagged the copy of her desired book from the seller’s cart, a victorious grin on her pale face as she followed her master into the City’s fray.

Her little arm threaded through his, he walked her towards the Park, his head held high as if the woman on his arm didn’t look like some barefoot vagrant. Finally, he drew them to a stop beside the fountain. His crimson eyes leveled at her, Astarion’s brows furrowed. “Was it worth it, Little Light?” he asked, cold and yet casual in tone.

Lumina fought the urge to tremble. “My little shopping spree?”

“Thieving spree, you mean…” his brow quirked as he pulled out the purloined objects of her own efforts from his own pockets.. He pulled out her purse, her book, and her new little dagger carefully with a wicked, conceited grin, watching in amusement as she patted the places on her lithe, little body from where he had stolen them. “A rogue’s dexterity is not to be outmatched, no matter how desperate or eager you are…”

“Please give those…” she wanted to say more, but his other hand flew towards her face, planting a single finger over her lips.

And Lord Astarion smiled. “Ah ah,” he chided, “explain yourself first, and your punishments may be lessened.” His voice rippled with promise, a teasing and yet desirous tone lacing into his words. “Why does my newborn mistress, a spawn of several weeks now, need to conduct some… research of her own kind?” He set the purse and dagger in his pockets, flipping the pages of the little green book. Pausing, he locked eyes with her, licking his finger first, slow and deliberate, before turning to the next one. “What are you so eager to learn that you could not dare to ask your beloved Master?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she braced her hands on her hips, head tilting up at him in a show of confidence. “I walk in the sun, I can smell things… hear things… I couldn’t before.”

“Such as?” came his nonchalant reply.

“That oaf for one, I could almost taste the effects of his tenday long bender,” Lumina tried not to wretch at the memory. “And then there was the moment where I heard your voice inside my head…”

Something in his gaze shifted, something veiled now lifted, as if he was also surprised. “Indeed,” he purred, thumbing another page of the text. “And you decided to be disobedient and break my rules to seek out this uninformed drivel?” He scoffed, “Not to mention violating a few laws for good measure?”

“If you just gave me answers, Master; if you just gave me my own coin and a dagger, I wouldn’t need to steal them.”

“Oh, pet, I can deny you nothing,” he purred, “unless you might end up harmed in the process. You’re fortunate I stumbled upon you when I did, Lumina, or else you would be rotting in some Flaming Fist cell by now….”

“Pugh,” she folded her arms, that stare growing more defiant. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Astarion couldn’t hide it anymore; his chuckle rumbling in the air between them. It was undeniable, her petulant spark, it made him grin just slightly, that youthfulness that he would have once been drawn to, instead of seeking a way to snuff it as he had done for centuries as Ascendant.

Perhaps he would indulge this spark, just a little more.

A wry look on his face, he extended the book towards her. “If you want it, it’s yours, but in exchange, you’ll be punished, my dear.”

Lumina narrowed her crimson eyes, weighing the cost. She smirked to flash her own fangs, “Alright, I’ll bite.”

Astarion rolled his eyes at her cheap humor. “Puns are beneath us, Lumina,” he scoffed, irascible in tone. “Perhaps I shall extend your punishment for such plebeian humor.”

“And just what will be my punishment?” she goaded, thumbing her way through her hard-won prize. “Once I finish my research, that is…”

“You’ll have your answers, but they aren’t found in that layman’s examination of vampiric bonds. You are a near-secret of our kind, and just as there has never been a Vampire Ascendant before me, there has never been a creation quite like you before.” His eyes darkened with lust and glimmered with impatience. “And there will never be another like you after, I promise.”

Then, his fangs glinted as he grinned wider. “But those answers will only come once I’m through with you. You wish to know your punishment?” He leaned in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. “I'm going to make you scream my name until your voice gives out, Little Light.”

His form seemed to ripple, and with a snap of his fingers, they both burst into mist and flew from the Park.

A strange tingle on her skin, or what would have been her skin, coursed through her. Pure magic unmade her, shifted her until all that remained was essence. Wind rushed around her, the sounds of voices and the smells of the Park rushed past her consciousness. It was as if her very being was cradled in his arms. Astarion pushed into her, threading into the very fabric of her existence—everywhere, all at once. Inside her, on her, through her… nothing more tangible than the sensation of his power taking root at her core as he raced them both up his palace walls and into the window of his own chambers.

Gasping like one near-drowned, Lumina once again stood on her own two legs, on her own bare feet, facing his crimson stare of ire.

She winced, surely, he would be brutal, beat her and punish her for her insolence. He would make her scream, he promised, the thought of it making her back sting in anticipation of a lash.

As her old master would, she thought with a pulse of fear and disgust.

Astarion’s presence before snapped her out of that pit of self-loathing. For now, he just tilted his head and gave her that lazy, mischievous smirk. Long, skilled digits grasped her hand, pulling her against him to bring her finger into his mouth. With precision, his fang sliced into its pad, his tongue sucking the blood as it seeped. “Such sticky fingers need cleaning,” she heard him say, right into her mind, his mouth preoccupied and his eyes flashing a dangerous amusement at her shocked expression.

“What in the hells…” she gasped, the thought somehow making him smile around her bleeding digit.

“Oh, darling mistress, seems you have more and more to uncover by the second,” he purred, his voice now a caress in her mind, a tender brush up her spine to tingle her ear. He pulled his finger from her lips with a pop. His true voice was almost sticky with that ripple of danger and the lingering dregs of her blood. “But first, we must see to your punishment, my Light, as delicious as it might be.”

His grip on her waist was firm, guiding her towards his bed again. His teeth glinted as he grinned, that dark mischief shining in the crimson of his eyes. “By rights, you should be cuffed in a cell for thievery. I should know, I once, long ago, gave such sentences for urchins like you.”

Lumina caught it, just a glimpse, a far off look in his eyes, a dower frown, his mind recalling pieces of him so deeply buried by time and pain. Somewhere in her own chest, she could sense that grief, that ancient, nearly-forgotten longing. Then he turned away, and the feeling vanished.

“As your Master, I shall have to take matters into my own hands, I suppose,” he commented, reaching into his drawer, the one where he kept all sorts of things for play and punishment, Lumina knew. She heard his choice before seeing it, the heavy clanking of chains filling her with excitement and dread. “A nice pair of shackles will do, nothing elegant for my little thriving urchin of a mistress.” He rounded on her, the irons in his skilled fingers. “You know what to do, darling,” he just stared at Lumina, a challenge of a smirk on his full lips, eyes darting towards the bed.

Pausing, she waited for the tendrils of his compelling to take root, sought that shadowed presence to command her body, but they never did…

“Well, darling?” he just repeated, firmer and more agitated.

Lumina drew in a breath and moved to sit at the edge of the bed, her wrists in front of her, a smile growing on her face. He shed his decadent coat, his own silken shirt following to lie in a mess on the floor. His boots followed the same fate. “Now, Lumina, you seem rather youthful, bent on willful defiance, this need to discover who I once was and who you are now. Stuff of fools and children.” A chilling smirk on his lips, his eyes still sparked with a sense of mischief, the same she had found with increasing frequency in their fucking. “Since you insist on acting like a child, let’s play a game,” he smirked. “I will ask you a question, a simple one… and if you are correct, I’ll let you find your release…”

The implication as to her failure hung in the air, his hand firmly guiding her to lay in the center of his bed. Her shackles clanked as he drew her arms overhead and bound them to his headboard. His chuckle reverberated in her bones as he leaned to press a kiss on her pressed lips. “Now, here is your question… what are you?”

“If you had let me read my book…” she started to argue, but Astarion just shoved two fingers in her insidious mouth. His gag as effective and sudden, her tongue pressing against him, fighting for breath as he pumped his fingers slightly between her lips.

“Hush,” he smirked at her, condescending and delighted. “You are allowed one answer each time,” his smirk twisted all the darker, “and you just used your first one…” His hands splayed wide on her hips, pulling her taut against her restraints. Fingers dug into her ass, lifting her to rip off his own loosely fit trousers. Her pale legs writhed, rubbing together to already seek the friction she craved. “Ah ah,” he corrected with a low growl, “I’ll be the one to dole out your delicious punishment. Now hold still and take what’s coming to you.”

With that, he lifted her hips up, his mouth ready to lick her and devour that already dripping essence. Tongue parting through her folds, he lapped through her seam, teasing her, toying as he licked and sucked everywhere between her thighs but her hard little bud and her clenching channel.

“Master…” she whined.

He lifted his head slowly, eyes blown wide and dilated as he chuckled. “For what you are, my Light, you get the privilege of screaming my name as you beg and plead.” His tongue danced along the edge of her folds, sucking and nipping the flesh of her thighs until she bucked hard against him.

“Astarion…” she whined, nervous at first, as if unsure she truly had his permission for it.

“Louder,” he crooned his order, letting his breath alone tickle her clit.

“Astarion,” she whined full-throated this time, making him chuckle.

“That’s it, darling, you’ll grow sick of my name on your lips, soon enough, but for now, let’s drive you right to the edge….”

“Fuck!” she cursed, unable to hide her urchin-tongue as his finally swiped over her clit. Relentless, he swirled around it at last, making every nerve ending between her thighs burst into flame. She could feel her wetness leaking, summoned more by every pass of his mouth over her entrance.

But never in it.

“Please,” she yanked on her restraints, “your fingers too, please…”

He merely laughed into her folds, letting his tongue swirl and vibrate against her clit until she was gasping above him.

Then he sat back up, wiping the arousal off his chin with the back of his hand.

Lumina groaned and writhed, that wave of climax once so close, vanished just as quickly. Her little noises of frustration from her pale throat made him chuckle. He rose to his knees, a sinister and delighted smirk on his face. “So close, weren’t you, my darling?” he chuckled again, fangs peeking from his parted lips. “Care for another guess in our little game?” He tilted his head, a hand running through his shoulder-length waves of hair. “What are you?”

“Your obedient, loyal, loving spawn, master,” she answered dutifully. She smiled as he crawled closer, pressing his clothed hips against hers as he lowered into her.

“Tch,” he sucked his teeth, “closer, but still shy of the mark.” He ground his hips against that sopping apex of her thighs. The thick velvet of his pants was soon soaked by her, but he just gave that low, rumbling laugh. “Another round of punishment then, my sweet.” He yanked her by the hair, pulling her head back, his lips brushing her neck where it curved just right for him. “And you forgot to use my name, dear. Not master. Not when it’s just you and me…”

That grinding between her legs made her eyes water, just enough friction to drive her wild, but still not enough. It made her ache. Made her burn. Made her stare up into his face with utter desperation in her own crimson eyes as a few tears dripped down. “Astarion,” she whimpered, more pathetic sounding than she wished.

“Well, when you sound that remorseful, what kind of Sire would I be to deny you some of what you seek…” he crooned, an edge of victory in his voice, a shine of amusement in his gaze. Deft and quick, he unbuttoned his trousers, a low chuckle as he watched her strain against her shackles to watch. She practically drooled for him, her seam leaking in equal amounts of wet to finally feel that pressure inside her.

Gods, she was beautiful, wanting him.

“You’re so perfect, Lumina,” he growled, “and you’re so totally and utterly mine…”

Her shriek pierced the quiet of his palace, a heady mix in her tone of ecstasy and relief as he filled her to the hilt in one thrust. His breath was hot against her neck, his hands skating his nails down her sides, “But remember, my Light, you don’t get to come until I say you may…” His tone was venomous and playful, a promise and a dare all wrapped in the velvet notes of his voice. A slow, grinding pace he set, taking his time to savor every flutter of her walls. It would be quick, he grinned, letting his hips slowly roll into her, he didn’t have long to push her right to the edge once more….

“Think hard… my dear… just what are you?” his question rumbled in her ear, gravel in his voice making her shudder hard beneath him. He groaned, quickening his pace, his own need for release taking root. Easy, he warned himself, his eyes locked on her face, observing every clench of her jaw in bliss, every gasp she made as she grew closer and closer…

Just as her body began to buck and clench, his cock slipped out, his hand wrapped hard around it. His fist beating his length was good, but her cry of anguish was all the more exquisite, sending that burst of pleasure from his core to race through him as he came. Cum spewed out on her belly, her hips bucking and grinding before him as she bemoaned her fate.

“Fuck…” she cursed through clenched fangs, sweat dripping down her angelic face. “Balduran’s… balls…” she tried to clench her thighs together, but his hands pried them apart so easily.

That made him laugh, breathless and a bit exhausted through his open mouth. “Having met the legend myself, I doubt he would appreciate you speaking thus of his balls. And I certainly don’t approve of you speaking of anyone else’s either, pet…” his fingers stroked through her hair gently before giving her head a corrective yank. “My balls will just have to be enough for you for eternity.”

She stared at him, a mix of frustration and longing that set his heart racing again.

“Now, let’s try this question one more time for now, before I leave you to contemplate your choices, my love.” His gaze skimmed the sight of her half-naked in his bed, his own black silk shirt stained now from his seed and her sweat. “Think hard, my cunning Little Light, what… are… you?”

Lumina chewed her lip, her gaze flickering around his room, lost in thought as she considered her response wisely. “You said I was your… mistress… not your spawn, not your concubine…”

“That’s what I said,” he purred, sliding his fingers through his cum, gathering it on his fingers before he teased it into her folds. “My question, love, is what do you think you are now?” He let the slick sounds of his fingers inside her distract that train of thought she was clearly attempting to recover. “Well?” he insisted, catching her clit with his thumb and making her gasp another curse.

She seemed to relax, a serenity in her gaze, a softness around her mouth as she tilted her head most alluringly. “Yours… I’m yours,” she whispered, toneful and beautiful in its submission.

“Mmmm, a beautiful proclamation,” he crooned but withdrew his touch and stood from the bed, regardless. Flashing her a wicked smirk, he savored the look of devastation on her pale countenance. “While I thoroughly enjoy such a confession, it’s just… not quite the response I seek.” Fastening his trousers, he shrugged his shoulders, smiling twistedly like that arrogant bastard he truly was.

“Astarion, please!” she panted, wretched and devastated as she could only watch him depart.

He paused at his wardrobe, choosing a new shirt, sliding that crisp cream silk over his immaculate body as he turned one more time. “Don’t fret too long, my love. I’ll return soon. In the meantime, you can use your time wisely. Weigh your answers… Oh, and you can use this, if you can manage to open it, that is.” He tossed her that green-covered book, the title accusing her as it landed just within reach of her bound hands. The Curse of the Vampyre, indeed. He laughed merrily, low and rumbling in his chest. “I’ll see you later, I’m sure, darling.”

The thud of the door shutting behind him only spurred Lumina into action all the quicker. She would give him his answer and earn her release. Physically and carnally.

Hours it seemed creeped by, that little book her only distraction from the arch of her arms and the wet, lingering burn between her thighs. She awkwardly flipped pages, dropping it on her face from time to time when the shackles got in her way. Page after page revealed nothing new, and she cursed Astarion for being right, dreading how he would preen and gloat when she admitted defeat.

Food sources… seduction… vulnerabilities… that section no longer applied to her, she furrowed her brow. The creation of a spawn… the nourishment of her kind…

That made her hungry belly growl, and as if she wished it into existence, she smelled blood. The door creaked open, and Lumina fixed her gaze on the silver cup brimming with blood.

Only once that chilling laugh sounded from its bearer did Lumina glance at who held the cup.

“Morana,” she hissed fangs bared as she tried to hide her half dressed state.

“I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to replace a poor, freighted servant from entering the Master’s chambers to bring you your meal at his orders,” the tiefling’s dark eyes glimmered with hatred, her voice like vitriol as she sarcastically pouted and preened, “Is the Master’s Bride starving?”

“The… Master’s what?” Lumina went deathly still. There had been one line that book… the unknown characteristics of a Sire’s Bride or Groom. She had thought nothing of it an hour ago. “What did you just call me?”

[majestativa]

As soon as man awakens to consciousness, we instill the spirit of murder in his mind. Murder, expanded to the status of a duty, and popularized to the point of heroism, accompanies him through all the stages of his existence. He is made to adore uncouth gods, mad, furious gods who are only gratified by cataclysms and, ferocious maniacs that they are, gorge themselves with human lives and mow down nations like fields of wheat. He is made to respect only heroes, those disgusting brutes saddled with crime and red with human blood.

— OCTAVE MIRBEAU ⚜️ The Torture Garden, transl. by Alvah Bessie, (2007)

[lost-boy-into-the-upper-heavenly]

✓⚜️The Remington revolver owned by the notorious outlaw Jesse James is a significant artifact that highlights the complex legacy of one of America’s most infamous figures. This particular revolver is emblematic of the firearms used during the American frontier period, reflecting both the rugged individualism of the era and the violent confrontations that characterized James's life as a bank and train robber. With its craftsmanship and historical value, the revolver serves as a tangible connection to the tumultuous times of the late 19th century when outlaws like James became legends.

Currently housed in the Old Talbot Tavern in Bardstown, Kentucky, the revolver attracts history enthusiasts and tourists alike, eager to glimpse a piece of outlaw history. The Old Talbot Tavern itself has a rich history, being one of the oldest operating taverns in the United States, dating back to 1779. The venue provides a fitting backdrop for showcasing the revolver, allowing visitors to immerse themselves in the historical ambiance while contemplating the legacy of Jesse James and the era in which he lived.

Jesse James's life was marked by a series of daring escapades and a notorious reputation that has inspired countless stories, films, and songs. The Remington revolver, as part of this narrative, encapsulates the romanticized image of the outlaw—both a folk hero and a criminal. As such, the revolver not only serves as a collector's item but also as a symbol of the complex relationship between lawlessness and the American spirit, encouraging discussions about heroism, crime, and morality in American history.🇺🇸

[cleostearc]

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CLEO STEARC

dc oc, a parody of tony stark.

⚜️ genius billionaire playgirl philanthropist: gotham elite, born from the stearc family. a genius since she was little but was not taken seriously due to being a girl and instead, was pushed into being a child star actor.

⚜️ bruce wayne’s childhood friend, now his biggest annoyance in terms of business and or just in general.

⚜️ cleo took over stearc industries (the largest tech and weaponry company in gotham city) at the age of 20, her parents alive but not in contact. cleo uses her company to sell weapons to all kinds of villains, vigilante, and heroes. that is, if they can afford it.

⚜️ a huge party girl.

[fruitykissblog]

🍱 My Hero Academia: Swap AU 🍱

⚠️ Reminder: Swap Noburu is my OCs for MHA ⚠️

💠 It’s started when the L.O.V attack and then started to fight 💠

⚜️Swap Izuku ran to fight and saw Katsuki with Swap Noburu. He couldn’t believe it , Katsuki is alive ⚜️

💥Swap!Izuku: Kats , but you’re Dead !? How are you alive !!?

❄️Swap!Katsuki: Hehe~ oh Izu - Chan , Toga save me from the fall. Now I back and Powerful.

⚡️Swap!Noburu: heh~ now he’s become villain for revenge ~

🫧Swap!Izuku: Kats , please you don’t have to do this. I know you don’t need to be a villain and your friend too.

🌈Swap!Noburu: Save your words , a🌸🌸hole. Now let’s play ~

🥀Swap!Katsuki: and time to pay

🪸 All that fighting between villains and heroes in that school ground 🪸

🌻After all that fight , they’re all injured 🎋

🌵Swap!Katsuki: [ panting in pain ] Heh~ looks like it’s a tie ~

🪾Swap!Noburu: RETREAT! All Villains fall back !!

🐉 Nomu Hisashi make the portal for the villains retreat back in the base 🐉

🍁Swap!Noburu enter and Katsuki is about to go in, look at Izuku , with a devilish smile and said: I will come back to you , Izuku Midoriya ~

🍄As he went inside the portals , Izuku shouted: No! Katsuki ! wait…. Don’t go…

🪨 Swap Izuku feel on his knees and feeling the regret , hurt and guilt for what he created and what he done to Swap Katsuki in Middle School 🪨

[turnipartt]

⚜️ The knight of flowers ⚜️

Sir Lyonel of Dalwarn, noble, knight, monsterhunter

I can't wait to start playing this character in our DnD campaign, he turned out a bit more tragic than originally planned but who doesn't like a hero doubting his goodness and a dragon arch nemesis to hunt down?

[okkotsuus]

ㅤㅤㅤTHE ANGELS: heaven's loversㅤㅤㅤ

Blue Lock (ブルーロック)

in this world, the angel took the form of a sports medic: who manages the team of her lover.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"angel eyes" ー grace x sae. co-workers to lovers.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"rose angel" ー grace x michael. (forgotten) childhood friends to lovers.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"angel assassin" ー grace x karasu. rivals to lovers.

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

in this world, the angel is a special-grade sorcerer: who's clan had long hailed to technique reversal jujutsu.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"strongest angel" ー grace x satoru. arrange marriage.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"anxious angel" ー grace x yuta. childhood friends to lovers.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)

in this world, the angel is a vigilante: aiming to save anyone who the heroes cannot, aided by her healing quirk.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"fire angel" ー grace x dabi. second chance romance.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"angel caramel" ー grace x katsuki. enemies to lovers.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"peppermint angel" ー grace x shoto. rivals to lovers.

Demon Slayer (鬼滅の刃)

in this world, the angel is a hashira: who possesses a purple katana she uses to practice moon breathing.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"angel zephyr" ー grace x sanemi. grumpy and sunshine.

Haikyuu!! (ハイキュー!!)

in this world, the angel took the form of a volleyball player: part of the women's national team as their setter.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"angel ace" ー grace x sakusa. forced proximity.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"lazy angel" ー grace x suna. mutual pining.

Sakamoto Days (サカモトデイズ)

in this world, the angel is j.a.a. associate: specialized in reversing all poisons and working as their doctor.

ㅤㅤㅤ# ㅤ"angel mind" ー grace x shin. strangers to lovers.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⚜️ ㅤ okkotsuus ㅤ 25ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

[marioandsonicfangirl793-art]

Basically my fav Sonic team alongside other teams from Sonic Heroes! 🖤❤️💛💖

I hope you like it! ✨⭐️

⚜️❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜🩷💖💝⚜️

Art ©️ Me.

Shadow the Hedgehog, Rouge the Bat, and E123-Omega ©️ Sega

⚠️ Please don’t use/steal/trace/copy my art without my written permission.