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daydreaming-nerd · 6 months ago

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Shadows and Sins (Ruhn Danaan x Reader)

Takes place pre HOFAS

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A/N: I’ve been sitting on this for so long and guess what I GAVE HIM A BIKE HAHA biketok girls we ride at dawn.

Summary: All is fair in love and war… (enemies to lovers inspired by House of Balloons by The Weeknd)

Warnings: SA, intoxication, banter

Word count: 3981

Prince, starborn, bad boy, party animal, loose cannon and playboy, those were the words typically used to describe Ruhn Danaan.

Asshole, spoiled brat, antagonizing, vexing and unfortunately handsome…those were the words I used to describe my best friend's brother.

Ruhn came into my life about a year ago when I started working at the archives with his younger sister Bryce, who I became friends with almost instantly. He came in one day demanding to speak to Bryce and since I thought he was just some lovesick guy like all the others who came panting after the redhead I promptly told him off. It wasn’t until 30 minutes of fighting back and forth that Bryce returned from lunch with Hunt that I found out I was wrong, and the prince never let me live it down.

Since then, we were like oil and water, order and chaos, and love and war. Though I suppose all was fair when it came to that.

We fought whenever we saw one another, which was often since him and Bryce had become reacquainted. At first she hated our squabbling, but with Athalar’s calming presence in her life she had grown to use it as free entertainment. So when the bell over the door to archives rang and her laugh echoed subsequently I knew I was in for a fight…

“Brought your wallet,” called the voice I dreaded to hear. “You gotta stop leaving it at my place.”

“Thanks Ruhn,” Bryce chirped, confirming the worst.

Sure enough I turned around to find Ruhn Danaan waltzing in like he owned the place, which I sure he could if he wanted to, he was a prince after all not that you could ever tell. In all the fairytales I had read as a little girl the prince’s always wore fine tunics and rode on white horses. But Ruhn opted for a black t-shirt and a speed bike and unfortunately if he had been anyone but who he is I would’ve found that incredibly hot.

“I still don’t know why you insist upon hanging out with the rabble,” Ruhn said to Bryce leaning his forearms against the countertop.

Bryce shoots her brother a look that begs him to behave himself for once in his life, and part of me thought I should be the bigger person and not fight back. But I wasn’t a bigger person-I was a petty bitch, and I’ll be damned if I let Ruhn Danaan come into my place of employment and talk smack to me.

“It’s probably because she needs at least one acquaintance who doesn’t need someone to wipe his ass for him,” I said with a fake smile, continuing to polish the silver chalice in my hand.

Bryce snorts as she shoves her wallet into her purse. Both of us turn to her to find her trying to hide her giggle at my comment.

I cross my arms over my chest giving Ruhn a self satisfied look and as usual he won’t let me win that easily.

“Funny you should mention it. I've been looking for someone else who would wipe it for me. Interested? I’m sure you’d love the view,” he smirks that godsdammned lip ring making an appearance.

“One of these days I’m going to rip that ring right out of your lip,” I growl bracing my arms on the counter like I might do it right now.

“Oh the women of Crescent City would weep at the loss of my beloved lip ring, they do so love when it grazes their-”

“That’s enough!” Bryce shouts pushing Ruhn towards the door. “I do not want to hear about your bedroom activities!”

“Same here I just ate lunch!” I shout from behind the desk.

“Please, you're begging for more images of me to get off to!” Ruhn shouts from the threshold of the door as Bryce continues to push him.

“If I wanted to see mediocre fucking I’m sure there’s a website for it!” I holler as Bryce closes the door.

I smirk and waggle my fingers at him as he bangs on the door. Once again I got the last word and oh boy did it feel good.

Bryce didn’t walk away from the door until the revving of Ruhn’s bike could be heard taking off down the road. She turned to me with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. My lip twitched up in amusement and her scorned look broke as both of us roared with laughter.

“Okay I have to admit the ass wiping bit was pretty good,” she chortled, coming around to help me polish again.

“You like that one? I’ve been saving it.” I laugh remembering the look on his face when his own sister laughed at him.

“I still hate that you two fight, but at least it’s like getting my own comedy show now,” she shakes her head.

We finish our polishing in peace, talking over last night's episode of Fangs and Bangs, and our raucous plans for tonight. It was friday, which meant girls night was happening at The White Raven. It was honestly my favorite day of the week, I looked forward to it more than I cared to admit. Society called us vicious party girls, but how bad were we really?

“So I’ll meet you there at 10?” Bryce asks, locking up the shop.

“Yeah what are you wearing though?” I ask rummaging through my bag for the key to the lock on my scooter.

“I was going to wear that red silk dress, you know the one Hunt tried to tear off me,” she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Ooo someones playing dirty trying to get laid tonight,” I muse, if Bryce did one thing well it was ruffle Hunt’s feathers everytime he had to pick her up after a girls night.

“Like I even have to try that hard anymore,” she laughs tucking the keys into her bag.

“Oh how I wish I had a man to carry me home from the bar and dick me down afterwards,” I sigh with fake longing, though we both know I was telling the truth.

“Prince Charming is out there and who knows you might meet him tonight,” she smiles as she begins to walk towards her apartment. “Wear the black and silver dress!” she calls back.

I shake my head and continue walking towards the other side of town. I hadn’t planned to wear the black and silver dress tonight but Bryce was never wrong about fashion, so black and silver it was.

The White Raven was alive and bouncing per usual. Couples coupling in dark corners, some drunk girls grinding on each other wearing bachelorette tiaras, men shouting at their friends to finish their beers. Among those rowdy men, Ruhn Danaan.

He had kindly greeted Bryce and unkindly greeted me when he first arrived. Bryce promptly shooed him off letting him know that it was girls night and he said he’d rather chew glass than stick around. While he was across the bar it didn’t help with the awareness that he was there.

Normally girls nights were carefree, Bryce and I might end up dancing on a bartop and of course they would call the Umbra Mortis to haul us over his shoulders. Sometimes we would kick Hunt out his own bed and force him to sleep on the couch so us girls could have a “sleep over”.

Tonight was different. The last thing I needed was to commit some atrocious behavior that Ruhn could put in his arsenal of insults. I could already hear him jesting about how I made out with a lion shifter or fell over on the dancefloor. So Bryce and I stuck to sitting at the bar, sipping our drinks and talking shit like sophisticated women.

Two drinks turned to four, and four turned to six. The colorful lights only made my head spin faster as I downed the rest of my drink. I looked to my right to find Bryce’s nearly untouched. Athalar had showed up about ten minutes ago after our bartender told him we were approaching being cut off. Of course the moment Bryce saw him all bet were off… she now stood with her tongue down his throat and he didn’t seem inclined to protest. Turns out she was right about that red dress.

I roll my eyes and grab her martini and down it slamming it back on the bartop, not like she was going to need it.

“Bryce I’m heading out,” I say, putting my hand on her shoulder.

She gave me a thumbs up as Hunt moved from her lips to her neck. I just shook my head and grabbed my purse. It wasn’t uncommon for me to go home alone, she had my location and we always kept tabs on one another.

The second I stood on my feet all the alcohol rushed to my head, and I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady myself. I looked at my barstool and thought about sobering up, but the last thing I wanted to see was the mate makeout session, so I shook my head to try and clear my mind and sauntered out towards the door.

The night air did little to sober me up, and my stilettos didn’t help with the wobbling. I pulled out my phone to try and find a ride home, but when the rideshare app quoted me $100 to go two miles I shoved my phone back in my purse with a huff and started walking towards my apartment. Like hell I was paying that for two miles.

My heels clicked on the pavement, echoing off the alley walls. Suddenly another pair of shoes echoed off the walls as well, not light and feminine steps, big clunky shoes.

“Where are you going darling?” crooned a voice I didn’t recognize.

I tried my best to pick up the pace, but the nature of my delicate shoes did little to give me any sort of advantage. My hands fumble with my purse trying to pull out the pepper spray Hunt got me for my birthday last year but those last two drinks were starting to catch up with me and my world was spinning.

I feel a pair of hands grab my shoulders and slam me against the wall of the White Raven. My purse falls to the ground and I’m met with a pair of brown eyes. The guy had a backwards sunball hat and a blue shirt and he reeked of liquor.

“Come on baby it’s not safe for pretty things like you to be out here,” he slurred, his body pressing closer to me.

I cringe at the smell of his breath, “Get off of me creep!” I shout hoping that the alley isn’t that empty.

My hands try to push him off but my intoxicated nature doesn't allow for much dexterity on my part.

“Oh come on sweetheart don’t be that way,” he mumbled drunkenly, attaching his mouth to my neck.

I try to push him off once more but I wobble, uneasy on my shoes. His hands fall from the small of my waist to the hem of my dress and I feel my blood run ice cold.

“NO!” I shout scrumbling to get the sleeze off me.

A hand grabs the back of the males collar and the sound of a fit making contact with his jaw reverberates through the alley as the male hits the ground. I stand shocked with my hands over my mouth as Ruhn Danaan shakes out the hand that delivered the punch and kicks the limp male.

“You okay?” he asks nonchalantly, giving me a once over.

I stand there still too stunned to speak, my eyes wandering from the male on the ground to Ruhn standing there with that damned black t-shirt clinging to his torso.

He bends down to pick up my purse and shoves it into my arms. The gesture that finally breaks me out of shock.

“T-thank you,” I mutter, still a little slow.

“Where’s Bryce?” he asks looking around the alley, the sound of the club music inside still booming.

I push myself off the wall stumbling a bit, “Inside sucking face with Athalar,” I slurr.

“Thanks for the visual,” Ruhn purses his lips.

I straighten myself up and take a deep breath trying to act as sober as possible which probably was making me seem even more drunk, but I had to at least try.

“Well thank you for uh…that,” I say gesturing towards the man still unconscious on the pavement. “I’ll see you around I guess.”

I start wobbling down the alleyway once more, blinking my eyes rapidly to get my mind to clear and focus on walking home.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going princess?” he croons.

Princess. Gods that fucking nickname. Most people would use it as a compliment or a pet name, but Ruhn knew how it drove me insane. He claimed I was just a spoiled princess one time and when I freaked out and yelled at him about it he proceeded to make that his nickname for me.

“I’m going home,” I sneer, trying to walk as best I can.

“Like hell you’re walking home alone,” he growls, gripping my arm.

My eyes fly too the tattooed hand on my arm, and then up to those violet blue eyes that sparked with rage.

“I do it all the time I’m fine,” I growl trying to rip my arm out of his grasp but I only succeed in making myself stumble more.

He steadies me before speaking again, “Stop I’ll give you a ride,” he says motioning to his blacked out R1 parked in the alley.

“I am not getting on that death trap with you after you’ve been drinking,” I scoff.

“I’m not drunk, I don’t get drunk in public, it’s bad for appearances,” he says, irritation flitting across his unfairly handsome features.

“Then how do I know you’re not going to dump me into Istros?” I sneer and the muscle in his jaw ticks and I can tell it’s taking everything in him not to fire back at me.

“Because Bryce and I are finally on good terms and I’m pretty sure she would never forgive me if something happened to her best friend,” he explained, his words cold as ice.

Maybe I was stupid, maybe I was drunk, maybe I was just cold and wanted to go home, but I actually believed him.

“Fine, let's go,” I say, walking towards his bike.

I had to admit I always wanted to ride a motorcycle. Now riding on the back of Ruhn’s while I was drunk wasn’t exactly the time I wanted to do it, but I suppose beggars couldn’t be choosers. The bike was large and completely blacked out, if the moon hadn’t illuminated it just right I wouldn’t have been able to see it.

Ruhn approaches the bike and starts the engine, every movement is like second nature to him. He takes the helmet off the seat and goes to put it on himself but then stops, turns to me, and punks it down on my head. The darkness of the visor mixed with the late hour making it impossible to see. I huff and flip it up, giving him a pointed glare.

“I don’t have both helmets so this will have to do,” he says studying the way it fits me a little big.

Tattooed fingers brush under my chin, tilting it up so he can buckle the strap for me. I would protest and say I’m capable of doing it myself but in my drunken state I’m not so sure. When he clips the buckle it pinches my skin for a moment and I yip.

“Ouch you pinched me!” I yelp smacking him in the arm.

“Well if you stopped squirming I wouldn’t have pinched you,” he smirks, throwing his leg over the bike. “Now swing your leg over the bike and put your feet on these pegs,” he instructs me.

I do as I’m told, using his broad shoulders as support as standing on one leg, drunk, in stilettos was never a good idea. Once I’m seated I keep my hands on his shoulders lightly and my bum on the edge of the seat, putting as much distance away from each other as possible.

“You gotta hold on or you’ll fall off sweetheart,” he laughs, somehow finding humor in the precarious situation we’re in.

“Yeah fucking right, like I’m going to wrap my arms around you like a little lovesick puppy,” I huff. “Just drive.”

He shakes his head and revs the engine making the bike jerk forward. The momentum has my bum moving further into the seat and my arms instinctively wrapping around his middle, like I was afraid to fall off.

“There we go much better,” he smirks before revving the engine a couple of times. “Hold on tight princess.”

I’m not given another warning before he speeds out onto the streets. Thankfully there aren’t a lot of cars and people out this late at night, but it doesn’t stop the crown prince from weaving around traffic that is there. He goes so fast I feel compelled to hold onto him with a deathgrip.

By the time we pull up to my apartment my stomach is queasy. I swing my leg off the bike and nearly fall over until Ruhn catches my arms and hauls me up.

“Woah there princess, maybe we better keep the helmet on, you’re a walking liability.” he laughs clearly enjoying seeing me in a vulnerable moment.

“Take it off,” I grumble as I stand up straight again.

He repeats the motion from earlier, tilting up my chin to help me take the damned thing off instead this time he ruffles my hair when he’s done.

“You did pretty good for your first time as a backpack,” he smirks as I glare at him.

I go to walk up my front steps and slip on my damned heels again, the ones that were definitely going to the back of the closet after this outing. Arm wraps under my shoulders and I feel Ruhn helping me up the steps to my second floor apartment.

“You don’t have to do that, I can make it,” I grumble.

“Trying to stay in Bryce’s good graces remember,” he says as I fumble with my keys.

My apartment wasn’t the nicest. It wasn’t a dump by any means, I did my best to keep it homey and clean, but it also wasn’t as nice as Bryce’s. Well I suppose Bryce and Hunt’s apartment now. God she was definitely having a better night than me.

I walk inside and go to close the door but that damned tattooed hand stops me.

“Not going to invite me in? That’s not very friendly,” Ruhn tuts walking right past me.

I scoff at him, walking in like he owns the place. Part of me wants to drag him out by his ear, but the logical part of me bends over to get myself out of these death trap shoes. I throw them across the room as punishment for their crimes tonight.

When I walk further into my apartment I find Ruhn has completely made himself at home by grabbing a beer out of my refrigerator and cracking it open.

“Are you serious?” I scoff walking to the sink across from him and getting myself a glass of water.

“Consider it payment for the free ride home, I’ll take my thanks at any time you know?” he says smugly, taking another sip.

“Thank you for the ride,” I sigh. “Now will you please go?”

He furrows his brows, “And waste a freshly opened beer? I don’t think so.” he says.

I lean against the counter adjacent to him and sip my water. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the male. This was just like Ruhn, finding simple ways to get under my skin. I hated the fact that I liked the way he looked in my kitchen, black t-shirt in jeans, hair tied to the nape of his neck.

Ruhn’s eyes flicker with amusement and then he chuckles, “I really do get under that delicate skin of yours don’t I princess?” he croons.

“I told you. Don’t. Call. Me. Princess.” I snap at him, oh god if looks could kill.

He pushes himself off the counter, “Then stop fucking acting like one,” he says low prowling forward with every step.

The closer he gets the taller he looms. I know this little scare tactic, him trying to invade my space and make me feel small. It’s not like I have much of a choice either, not with the way my back is pressed into the counter.

I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the expensive cologne pouring off him but there’s something about the way he’s looking at me that is so damn arousing. A fucked up part of me wanted him to stick his tongue down my throat but I quickly threw that thought away.

He was mere inches away from me when I started to think he would do just that. My pulse raced and my thighs clenched. But when his arm reached up brushing the shell of my ear it just kept reaching until it came to the top shelf of my cabinets and plucked the bag of chips off the shelf.

My shoulders sag as I realize he was just reaching for a snack to go with his beer, and I mentally cursed myself for hoping it would be more.

He chuckles, opening the bag of chips and popping one into his mouth, not moving from where he stood just inches away from me. He clearly was loving this little power trip he was on.

“You look disappointed, princess,” he chuckles, fishing another chip from the bag.

I roll my eyes and look to the side, unable to meet the predatory gaze that almost had me throwing my moral code out the window just minutes ago.

His hand drifts under my chin pulling my gaze to his as he takes a step forward again.

“Did you think I was going to kiss you?” he asks low, his thumb and forefinger pinching my chin so I can’t look away.

I swallow the lump in my throat. My logic screams to shove him, my alcohol induced brain says to kiss him and my mouth can’t find the words to speak.

Ruhn smiles, lowering his head to me, “Maybe I should kiss you, it would be good to shut you up,” he laughs, voice gravely.

His lips are so close to mine I can feel the warmth of his breath, I swear the cool metal of that damn lip ring brushes my mouth. My body leans forward of its own accord but then he reaches his other hand up and pops another chip in his mouth thoroughly running the moment.

“No I don’t think I will kiss you, even though it’s clear that you want me to,” he smiles, that damn knee wobbling smile he gives every woman to bring them to their knees.

I stand in a state of shock as he back up to his side of the kitchen again, he plucks his keys off the counter and twirls them in his hand as he walks towards the front door.

“Have a good night, princess,” he says on the way out, putting an emphasis on the name that drives me crazy.

I’m left standing alone in my kitchen, glass of water long since forgotten and mouth agape. Ruhn Danaan almost just kissed me, and the fucked up part of it was I wanted him to.

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seastarblue · 21 days ago

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Two things:

1 A message to Felix:

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also what's it like having wings?

2 question to you:

Are there any Epic the musical songs that fit your ocs?

double whammy!!!

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time to grab that goober—

*Felix appears**sees all the hearts*

“Aww… 🥰 but hey what’s this…?”

*there’s a small note*

“‘What’s it like having wings?’ Ah well. They’re pretty fun! Shiny, glow in the dark, and they help me fly (kinda). It is awkward to sleep with them though… at least my bed has holes for that.”

~~~ Now my question .. hehe.

in short: YES

There are Epic the Musical songs that fit my OCs so wellllll rahh—for all my WIPs, not just Interwoven! AGGTRH and TGS, too!

I’d go into them but then this post will be a mile long so…

A Comprehensive List Of E.t.M. Songs that Fit the OSea’s:

The Horse and the Infant (The very beginning is the Fifth Order, and the end is Noha with their dad)

Just a Man (Arbor at the very beginning of his story)

Full Speed Ahead (The TGS crew)

Open Arms (Mehri is Polites-coded confirmed !!!)

Warrior of the Mind (Lloyd, Kaiden, and Felix coded)

Polyphemus, Survive, Remember Them (I can see it. The Fifth Order again)

My Goodbye (Harper and Victoria, Lloyd and Kaiden, Li Hua and Unnamed Mentor, Felix and Gianna)

Storm (TGS crew again)

Luck Runs Out (Interwoven Gang at the beginning of the story)

Ruthlessness (Lloyd)

Puppeteer (Zenith is Circe coded)

Wouldn’t You Like (Li Hua, Harper, Zenith, Amir, and Rowan coded)

Done For (Lesbians Fighting (Zenith and Imara)

The Underworld (TGS crew making their way thru Le OverWorld (which needs a name))

No Longer You (Kamaria’s intro)

Monster (Lloyd, Kaiden, Zenith, Imara, Rowan, Najma)

Different Beast (the Carl Wheezer version is Aleksi no I will not elaborate)

Mutiny (Fifth Order, Constellations, Najma and the other Starborn)

Thunder Bringer (Zenith’s energy minus the weird women talk)

Legendary (Younger Felix)

Little Wolf (Aleksi and Dianthe vs Meanies)

We’ll Be Fine (Aleksi and Dianthe vs Meanies part two)

God Games (Najma vs the Other Starborn)

And the Vengeance Saga doesn’t really fit tbh 💔 it’s my fave tho!

phew I’d have colored in specific characters but I am Tired so nah

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thanks for the ask, @bunnymermaidsblog !

#writeblr #o(sea’s)#sea’s asks #sea’s story 1 #sea’s story 2 #sea’s story 3

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starborn15 · 14 days ago

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Might be controversial but…

*SPOILERS FOR CRESCENT CITY, THRONE OF GLASS*

I’m on Return of the King in my lord of the rings read (it’s amazing and if you haven’t read it, read it.)

Anyway — I always felt that Aelin parallels Stridor or Aragon. A lost King out on his own working for Gandalf and searching for the ring. Aelin is similar or has a similar back story and just like Aragon; Aelin does not save the day.

In a way she does but by the time the final battle happens Aelin has lost a majority of her power therefore defeating Erawan goes to…Yrene and Dorian. Mostly Yrene but this again..in my mind is similar to the story of Lord of the Rings where Frodo and Sam carry the ring to Mordor…not Aragon — the lost king of Gondor. But little hobbits and I love that.

In Acotar I think the character who parallels Aragon most is…Lucien — courtier and emissary, 7th son and a whole lot of nothing…his words not mine. Lucien is also kind of a wanderer a “strider” type character who has grown up in a place that is not his home. He’s also not just “the 7th son.” He’s Heir to the Day Court, unknown to him of course (or is it? We will see.) and this is important because Lucien has power, he commands Cassian..gently, and when Nesta goes to the prison with Bryce and Azriel there’s eight pointed stars but sitting in the center “like a golden sun.” I think that’s important. ALSO when Helion recoils from the mask saying someone in his line must have used it and now my blood has a warning…isn’t that like idk ISILDUR’s BANE???? That’s what it sounded like to me! And the mask, the harp, the horn, the crown…all being “great power so much so they couldn’t take it off…” sounds like a ring to me.

OR another option for Acotar is Azriel (?) — while with Bryce on the prison island he’s able to hold both swords and Bryce says “he must have had some starborn power to be able to wield them.” So it could also be Azriel — who refuses to accept his people, is a bit scary and recluse known by the name “shadowsinger.” Also…Mor with her home that used to be owned by “horse people..” I’m like 99% sure that’s in frost and starlight and if I’ve ever heard of a description of Rohan….

In Crescent City….its Bryce? Reluctant Queen…to the Starborn fae…a lost island connected to Acotar…like idk (Numenor…). Trying to be overthrown by men. And when she goes and gets them from Hel & the “ghost” or the dead fighters is that not giving — “Only the King of Gondor can summon me!” And she’s got her mask and blades just like Aragon holds up the sword that was remade…. Like THERES SO MANY PARALLELS.

That’s all. Strider is 👑 but he’s not the hero…so who will be the hero of acotar? WE shall see!!

#lord of the rings #crescent city spoilers #sarah j maas #throne of glass spoilers #acotar spoilers

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lafortis · 4 months ago

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what were the most memorable elden ring moments for you?

tough call but obviously malenia resting her nuts on my chin for international womens day (and intl womens day pt 2, and pt 3, and etc. ...) was up there, as was spending 6 on stream hours killing the fuckign horse. astel starborn ranks up there as just an insanely unique boss design, it visually really stuck with me. original radahn boss fight was sick design, that was really enjoyable and stuck for sure. the sense of discovery regarding nokron was goated in general, first going down the well and realizing how much farther down it goes than you expected, then second when the meteor opens up a fuckin hole in liurnia and you just keep going down it, both absolutely stuck.

lemme think. patches finally just giving up the game and sending me straight to fucking hell (i.e. telling you to go to the iron virgin in raya lucaria and then it sends you to the pits of volcano manor, which like, might as well be actual biblical hell) made me laugh uncontrollably iirc. like that's always been the vibe but this time he just up and does it. just tricks you into going straight to hell, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. just boom, seventh circle. see ya nerd. fucking hilarious.

honestly i mean it's a really fuckin memorable game imo. pretty much every demigod i can vividly remember, except maybe morgott, he's got a sick visual design for his real fight but he's a little undercut by having already fought him kind of, but everyone else i can call moments from to mind. maybe rennala gets second bottom slot on memorability, she was relatively standard fair, but visually the second half goes hard as fuck so that's fair game. fire giant goes crazy, maliketh goes crazy, mohg is maybe after rennala in terms of memorability but honestly NIHIL NIHIL NIHIL still sticks. then maybe godrick, who gets a bonus for being your first, then the ones i've mentioned, with marigon/radika being somewhere in between because you don't get any character but FUCK does the visual design go soooo hard.

there's probably more that i'm forgetting, it can't be understated how much i love elden ring. i'd struggle to argue that any game ever made is consummately better, more engaging, more lush and rich, or just more fucking fun than elden ring. like no glazing it might be the Best Game Ever.

oh also i didn't mention anything from the DLC because a. it hasn't been out for 2 years so i haven't measured its memorability as thoroughly b. it hasn't been out for 2 years yet so spoilers, but rest assured there's plenty in there. rellana is maybe my favourite non-demigod boss they've ever done, st trina and her whole thing is just so deeply fromsoft i love it so much, messmer fucks heavy and the phase change cutscene will stick with me for a long logn time, midra's shtick and cutscene and shit fuck so so so heavy, exploring the new areas was exactly what i needed out of an elden ring dlc it's so fucking DENSE, and then finally, of course, [REDACTED], Consort of [REDACTED] is stupid and can go fuck himself and is also so fucking cool it's unreal. the unique death status from the hug? absolutely incredible lore wise and gameplay wise. made me giggle fr. there's some overtuning in there tho, but tbf all it did was make me actually use all the tools at my disposal (which is completely fair enough, i can't just keep dodgeroll charged R2ing forever, sometimes there's gotta be some other other bullshit in there lol).

anyway thank you for letting me relive the greatest game on earth in my head real quick before work <3

#long post #elden ring spoilers #sote spoilers #shadow of the erdtree spoilers #love it. love it all.

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ainzarcana · 9 months ago

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Apparently, I only figured out today that I was a plural system, and the alterhuman identities I already knew about were different alters in my brain?! And there are ten of these people living in my brain, not just the three I was aware of?!!! I might have to update my bio post, again. However, I came up with a cool-sounding name for the collective of these “brain people”:

The Legion of the Arcane.

Also, my matron, Athena, helped me work through figuring out some info about each member of this legion. We used the “Wild Unknown Archetypes” oracle deck, shown below.

From the most prominent alter to the least prominent as of late, here they are. (Most of these are only known by the name of the oracle card that represents them, unless otherwise stated)

1. “The Dead End”: The pessimistic edgelord of the legion. (Human) 🥷

2. Sir Pentious from the Hazbin Hotel🐍

3. “The River”: The strategist of the legion. Associated with the knight in chess, a.k.a. the piece that looks like a horse. (Human)🐴

4. “The Starborn”: The alter that was a godshard of Maahes, the Egyptian lion god. 🦁

5. “The Faultline”: The anxious child alter. Most likely the reason why I sometimes cry for no good reason. (Human)🧒

6. Hunter from the Owl House 🦉

7. “The Poet”: The EPCOT placekin alter. They are a creative of some sort. 🎆

8. “The Flame”: The alter that fronts when I am tired and/or burnt out, making me feel lazy. (Human)😪

9. “The Bardo”: The embodiment of death/change. As most of me is afraid of change, it doesn’t front very often. 💀

10. Lucifer Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel 😈

#alterhuman #otherkin #maahes #disney epcot #placekin #autistic adult #godshard #plural system #hazbin hotel #the owl house

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otter-chaos-violence · 4 months ago

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Faelights- Part one

My wyvern glided over to me, accidentally knocking over the candle, and I grabbed it as it set fire to the floor, then stomped it out. We couldn’t afford a new stall.

Pandolin, screeched and set fire in the stove, then helped me to set up the plants we needed to cook to sell, while I stood at the counter, letting folks come by and ask for certain foods. My magic kept the candle and stove going the whole time.

A few hours into the day, someone came by out of my blind spot. Probably one of the people who couldn’t read the sign.

‘Sorry, ma’am, I can’t see you out of this eye. Please enter my line of vision,’ I said in Kiyeban.

I pointed to my right eye and the other person said in Common, “Apologies, ma’am, I’d prefer to stay anonymous,”

“Oh. Alright. What would you like?”

“I would like the Kwenta.”

The most expensive thing I had, it had a tiny bit of meat on a stick, wrapped in lettuce and toasted in a roll.

“That’ll be fifteen Scales,” I replied. The monetary system went Scales as the cheapest, these little bronze coins, twenty became Lizards, little silver coins, fifty Lizards into Eagles, big silver coins, twenty Eagles into Nests, small gold coins, and ten Nests into Trees, big gold coins. I’d never seen past an Eagle, and only twice in my life had I even seen an Eagle. Eagles and Nests and Trees were incredibly hard to come by.

The woman handed me an Eagle, surprisingly, she must’ve been rich.

“Would you like your change?”

“Keep it, I’ve heard good things of your little traders' stall. I wish to ask you to work with me,”

“Um-”

“Nasilje! The Emperor of the Aqual is here!” Someone called. Nasilje Bentos was in the marketplace? Now? She sometimes came at night, when I had no business and thus slept in the stall, but now?

“One moment,” My anonymous customer replied.

Nasilje? Nasilje was at my stall? She normally went to the bigger ones.

“I- oh dear gods, Nasilje, I am so, so sorry,”

I tried to hand back the Eagle but she denied it.

“No need, I still want you to work for me, come along,”

I took down my things and packed up, and Pandolin hopped on my shoulder, keeping his tail wrapped around my arm.

“Empeza, we have one more coming back with us,”

“Alright, Nasilje,” one of the four guards replied. She had a wyvern like I did, a similar color but with gold and metallic green scales instead of copper and metallic green, and a different pattern. And far bigger. Pandolin was scarily small for a wyvern.

Pandolin screeched at the other wyvern in the tongue only the wyverns knew, and the other wyvern stayed still, like a stone.

“You didn’t train your wyvern, did you?” Nasilje asked.

“I don’t need to train him,” I replied. “He’s his own intelligent person after all, hell, he’s-,”

My hand flew to my mouth, cutting off the rest of the words, “he’s probably more of an intelligent person than I am,” how could I use foul language in front of the Nasilje?

“Oh, relax,” Nasilje said. “Language is allowed,”

She took me to a carriage, told me to get in, and the four guards followed me. She didn’t enter behind us, instead getting in the front with the driver.

“What’s that about?” I wondered aloud. None of the guards responded, instead conversing amongst themselves.

Starborn o’er there says that the Nasilje prefers to watch the horses as they travel up the road. Pandolin whispered telepathically.

Thank you.

I gave him a head scratch and his tail swished back and forth and he made a dragon-like smile. Most humans wouldn’t notice it, but we the wyvern-guided could tell what they smiled like.

I gave him another head scratch, and he let out a satisfied coo and closed his eyes trustingly as we traveled up the bumpy road.

—

We arrived at Nasilje’s keep and Nasilje ordered the guard with the wyvern to take me to the kitchens and show me to my ‘quarters’.

“Um- Empeza? Was that it?” I asked.

She grunted in response and said, “Call me whatever you’d like, serf.”

“Um- I’m not- I’m not a serf- I’m a merchant,”

“Whatever, serf,”

“I- I said I’m not a serf,”

Empeza turned on me and snapped, “I don’t care,”

I could smell sweetness on her breath and could stare right into her white and blue eyes. They had no pupils, she was completely blind.

“Well, serf? No words?”

“I have a name!”

“Which is?”

“Kira-, Kira Guseva,” I replied.

“Goose? Really?”

Empeza raised an eyebrow, “Alright, Goose, come along, we’re off to the kitchens,”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why?”

“Why am I here?”

“Oh, Nasilje never told you? Well, it’s need to know, I assume she’ll tell you, Goose,”

“You don’t know either, do you?” I asked, picking up on Empeza’s uncertainty.

“I- maybe not,”

Some hideous creature ran at us and tackled Empeza to the ground.

“Empeza,” it hissed. “Empeza,”

Its fur-covered, pointed ear twitched, and it stared at me out of a blind left eye. Its right eye was sighted, however.

“Kira?” it asked.

It ran at me and gave me a giant hug. I stood frozen, horrified by this creature.

“Kira, Kira, Kira. S-”

Empeza chased it away and fell to her knee, her shoulder turning slightly blue.

“By the gods!” I exclaimed. I ran over to her and tore away the blood-soaked clothing.

“Goose, leave me, I can go to the infirmary,”

“No, let me,”

I touched Empeza’s shoulder, and she winced, but then, I let heat emerge from my palms. It was what I used to do when my father still lived and he would get hurt, it lowered the risk of infection.

Empeza shivered and said, “How are you doing that?”

I pulled my hand away, I wasn’t supposed to show people.

“Please, don’t tell an-”

“Did you just do magic?”

“No, I’m just very good with fire,”

“Starborn?” Empeza asked her wyvern.

Starborn echoed her voice to me, Pandolin, and Empeza, “Yes. She can do magic.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone,” I begged.

“Relax, I’m not going to, Goose. I’m not about to sentence someone to death,”

“I- death?”

“Now, we’re not supposed to talk. Onto the kitchens. You and I’ll talk later, maybe I’ll be trying to convince our head chef to let me have a little snack,”

She looked right into my eyes and grinned, then guided me to the bowels of the keep.

“Kitchens,” she grunted in front of a door with a warm little sign on it. “Go on, Goose, in you go,”

I entered, and there were about four other people working. How could four people feed everyone?

“Everyone!” Empeza called. “This is Goose, she’ll be working with you from now on,”

I very slowly approached them and smiled weakly.

The eldest of them approached me and held out his hand.

“Ivan Petrov,” He said. “Head baker, you report to me,”

I took his hand and it smoked slightly, and he said, “How good are you with flame?”

“I-” I was able to control it, and it led to my entire family’s death, excluding my missing sister, and many said they could still hear the ash in my throat.

“I’m good with it,” I rasped in reply.

“Only those of us that survive it are best,” He said. He rolled up his tunic sleeve and showed me his burn scar.

“The fire that brought me to the keep left me with this,”

“I see,” I said, faking interest, I just wanted to get going.

“Ah, I see you have a wyvern as well,” he grinned. “We need a fire creature like one of those things,”

“Thing?” Pandolin snapped.

Ivan jumped back and Pandolin hissed, “I am no thing,”

“Deepest apologies,” Ivan said. “Now, Goose-”

“Kira,” I corrected, “The ‘Goose’ thing is Empeza’s idea of a practical joke, I assume,”

“Well, Kira, I’d like for you to start with the flames, ladno? We change spots,”

“Konechno,” I replied.

I went to the stone oven, it was far bigger than the simple thing that I had in my stall.

Pandolin unhinged his jaw and yawned, stretching from wings to tail.

I threw a log into the blaze and it burst into flame quickly, showering me with sparks.

“You alright!” Ivan called.

“Yeah,” I coughed, I sank to my knees and felt like my lungs were about to leave my body. “Happens, happens, fire-” I coughed again.

“Blyat.” I swore after a moment of coughing.

“Language!” a blond girl around my age snapped.

I threw another log onto the fire and it crackled fiercely. I stared at the dancing molten gold, and almost like an automaton, walked closer to it. I reached out to touch it, and someone grabbed my hand and pulled me away.

“Hey, Kira, don’t, don’t touch it,” he ordered.

“I- who?”

“Ivan, remember?”

“Ivan?” I mumbled. My brain wasn’t working right now.

My legs gave out beneath me, and I realized my skin steamed. That had never happened to me before.

“Sit, sit down, ladno?”

I folded my legs and he touched my shoulder, and I stopped steaming as his skin stopped touching mine.

“Alright, alright, everyone, out!” he ordered.

The other three left the room and he kneeled next to me, “Fire user, eh?”

“How’d you-”

“Don’t you know? Smoke when we touch means other fire user,”

“I- no,”

“Raised with the normals?”

“No, seers,”

“Ah. So, can you ask them to tell my future?”

“They’re dead, but I have a tarot deck in my pocket if you want,”

“Tarot’s a buncha bullshit,” he rasped.

“True,”

I pulled out the deck anyways, “But my family used to use this deck, so I use it,”

“True seers using tarot?”

“An actual reading was more, for putting our safety on the line and an Eagle and a half, we gave prophecies. Only one person could ever afford that,”

“Ah,”

I put my deck back in my pocket and stood, shaking.

“We’ve two hours til dinner, make the most of it,” Ivan said. “Stay away from the blaze,”

#writing #fluff #my writing #tw cauterization #cauterization whump #tw swearing #Faelights (story by otterfrost)#tw death mention #tw dehumanization mention

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hermeticmelancholy · 10 months ago

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David Gascoyne "And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis"

1 white curtains of infinite fatigue dominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Francis white curtains of tortured destinies inheriting the calamities of the plagues of the desert encourage the waistlines of women to expand and the eyes of men to enlarge like pocket-cameras teach children to sin at the age of five to cut out the eyes of their sisters with nail-scissors to run into the streets and offer themselves to unfrocked priests teach insects to invade the deathbeds of rich spinsters and to engrave the foreheads of their footmen with purple signs for the year is open the year is complete the year is full of unforeseen happenings and the time of earthquakes is at hand

today is the day when the streets are full of hearses and when women cover their ring fingers with pieces of silk when the doors fall off their hinges in ruined cathedrals when hosts of white birds fly across the ocean from america and make their nests in the trees of public gardens the pavements of cities are covered with needles the reservoirs are full of human hair fumes of sulphur envelop the houses of ill-fame out of which bloodred lilies appear.

across the square where crowds are dying in thousands a man is walking a tightrope covered with moths

2 there is an explosion of geraniums in the ballroom of the hotel there is an extremely unpleasant odour of decaying meat arising from the depetalled flower growing out of her ear her arms are like pieces of sandpaper or wings of leprous birds in taxis and when she sings her hair stands on end and lights itself with a million little lamps like glow-worms you must always write the last two letters of her christian name upside down with a blue pencil she was standing at the window clothed only in a ribbon she was burning the eyes of snails in a candle she was eating the excrement of dogs and horses she was writing a letter to the president of france

3 the edges of leaves must be examined through microscopes in order to see the stains made by dying flies at the other end of the tube is a woman bathing her husband and a box of newspapers covered with handwriting when an angel writes the word tobacco across the sky the sea becomes covered with patches of dandruff the trunks of trees bust open to release streams of milk little girls stick photographs of genitals to the windows of their homes prayerbooks in churches open themselves at the death service and virgins cover their parents' beds with tealeaves there is an extraordinary epidemic of tuberculosis in yorkshire where medical dictionaries are banned from public libraries and salt turns a pale violet colour every day at seven o'clock when the hearts of troubadours unfold like soaked mattresses when the leaven of the gruesome slum-visitors and the wings of private airplanes look like shoeleather shoeleather on which pentagrams have been drawn shoeleather covered with vomitings of hedgehogs shoeleather used for decorating wedding-cakes and the gums of queens like glass marbles queens whose wrists are chained to the walls of houses and whose fingernails are covered with little drawings of flowers we rejoice to receive the blessing of criminals and we illuminate the roofs of convents when they are hung we look through a telescope on which the lord's prayer has been written and we see an old woman making a scarecrow on a mountain near a village in the middle of spain we see an elephant killing a stag-beetle by letting hot tears fall onto the small of its back we see a large cocoa-tin full of shapeless lumps of wax there is a horrible dentist walking out of a ship's funnel and leaving behind him footsteps which make noises on account of his accent he was discharged from the sanatorium and sent to examine the methods of cannibals so that wreaths of passion-flowers were floating in the darkness giving terrible illnesses to the possessors of pistols so that large quantities of rats disguised as pigeons were sold to various customers from neighbouring towns who were adepts at painting gothic letters on screens and at tying up parcels with pieces of grass we told them to cut off the buttons on their trousers but they swore in our faces and took off their shoes whereupon the whole place was stifled with vast clouds of smoke and with theatres and eggshells and droppings of eagles and the drums of the hospitals were broken like glass and glass were the faces in the last looking-glass.

#poem #poetry #surrealism #david gascoyne #surrealist #symbolism

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