#mana fae

[yukii0nna]

Muses of Hope villains

Mana fae

A leannán sídhe with some rulkusa blood from the UnSeelie court. She loves musicians and often wants to take them back to play for her forever more or at least till they die. She set her sights on Night Hunters as her next victims.

Makoto Shirogame/ Sunanno

A young man who at first glance, is an ordinary school therapist who is pretty popular with the students. Actually, he is the supervillain known as Sunanno who wishes to become an actual god of storms(never mention Storm to him) he activates his ability from a gift to his bloodline to active this goal

Drew Faroway/ Griffin

A plant scientist who worked with his wife trying to end world hunger. While he was drinking, he accidentally insulted a powerful fae who decided to curse him with madness. While he did fight it, he stopped when that same fae killed his wife out of spite. While he had the plant necklace in his hands. Needless to say that Mr Faroway was gone. He was replaced by Griffin.

Rachel Carmichael/Khione

A selfish woman who only cares about her reputation at her toy making company. She is known in her circles is emotionally abusive to her children which caused her husband to divorce her. After wandering into a Labyrinth, she found out that she could somehow control it and later other people when she touched the center. She uses this to control her children after finding a book that allows her to control minds.

Richard Miller/ Hourglass

A serious man who was an infamous clockmaker. Or was until his eyes were cursed by a russula who he ticked off. Now he works to make a potion to reverse it, no matter the cost. At first, Spider-Man mostly dealt with him but now Crystal was his bane due to her scards.

@bakawitch @punkeropercyjackson @theautisticcentre @zexal-club @insomniac-jay @kousaka-ayumu

[shylittlefrogg]

In short, I forgot to show Mana's drawing! The dense and well-intentioned Mana

I really love thinking that the Doki Doki team is just a bunch of birds

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 052 - Lovesick! Fae King! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

‼️[ TW: stalking, obsession, gaslighting(?), gore, body horror, blasphemy, BLOOD, the act of burning people alive, arson, yandere/lovesick Jinwoo au ]‼️

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Then Let This World Set Ablaze ] ¡! ❞

You really don't know how it happened, one day you were strolling blissfully in the forest behind your cottage and now you were suddenly acquainted with the fae king who was in charge of the underworld

In your world that was run by a bunch of swindling and bastard gods with their minions of divine creatures who praise even their most horrendous crimes; lives an eternal fae king of the dead who never wanes in power.

From the heavens, the lands, the seas and the afterlife— The Fae King of the undead was someone no one could touch. Not even the greater demons and the father of all creation could dare face this man.

Well, they did once upon a time.

And the world was plunged into eternal darkness with humans being shielded by the same king everyone had despised. Humans now realized that those they worship had little to no regard to them as they started a devastating ragnarok just for the sake of pride and royalty.

In the end? 80% of the gods who started the war fell beneath the fae lord's feet and reincarnated into ghastly undead soldiers made of shadowy wisps wicked beyond one could ever imagine.

Since then, Jinwoo had become someone the common folk and even demons worship. Does he care? No. He just wants to live his long and take care of his family in his kingdom where no one can get in or out.

Not even the 9th class mages could even locate where it is.

Maybe there are but never lived to tell the tale and probably suffering eternal punishment in his army of the undead where even gods aren't spared from.

Until you.

Yes, you.

Just a simple girl who lives out in the cottage living life as happily as she can away from the big city.

The foolish and small you who doesn't even have a pinch of divine power nor exceptional mana flowing within your blood.

Somehow, the same you who is nothing more than just one of the many soul the resides in this vast world— Stumbled upon the kingdom of the Fae King of the Eternal Night.

Word of tongue say this place would be barren and dry with rot here and there. The nauseating scent of death would flow here and there that it would lead you mad.

But all of those were lies.

Instead you had found youself in a tranquil land where all sorts of flowers glow beneath your feet as a guiding trail. When you followed the gentle lights that guided you in this ethereal land where the stars shine brighter than you've ever seen— You would find yourself in front of the same king that all beings fear and submit you.

Yet why is he so beautiful?

You should be afraid.

And yet you find yourself entranced by this man who brought the mightiest being of earth to their knees.

Cascading and silky long black locks that falls so prettily as if it's made from the finest of fine silk, loose and almost open black robes that seem to glimmer softly as if it's made with a blanket of stars, a face so sculpted so perfectly it's impossible to not say this man must have been a sculpture made with hands of a divine artists whose touch only brings perfection— And oh those eyes.

Those enchanting silver eyes of death that seem to pull you into an abyss you're willing to drown yourself into.

This divine being in front of you,... Is he truly the same man who has powers so great that he can eradicate all living being with a wave of his hand whenever he pleases?

You find yourself incapable to believe that, no way, this man is too beautiful for all that wickedness.

And so that was the day you have somehow stumbled upon the kingdom of the eternal night and earned the favor of it's benevolent ruler.

꒰ ... ꒱

Contrary to what the ancient texts and the priests say about Jinwoo's cold temperment— He's actually surprisingly decent and quite normal.

Maybe even more gentle than the local men of your village who are nothing more than burly men who only care about their muscles and beer and getting laid in the dead of night.

Jinwoo is extremely easy to talk to and seems to take pleasure in showing you around his kingdom which is full of life despite being a place where the personification of death presides in.

No, in fact, this place is far more beautiful than the major cities you have seen in your small lifespan as a living being.

His soldiers who are the most fiercest of all would turn into somewhat into a group of puppies the moment they see their master passing by. Of course, the undead creatures were skeptical of you at first but quickly grew warm as soon as they realized that their 'father' is quite fond of you.

A few of them are even asking if you could play with them— To which Jinwoo strictly says no to their dismay.

You really think nothing of all this, don't you?

After all, the fae king is treating you so warmly.

You really aren't thinking of it, don't you?

You foolish, naive child.

꒰ ... ꒱

Jinwoo had his eye on you for the longest time ever since you had moved into the meek village. You are nothing more than a puny and naive human who wants to live a good life and the village welcomed you.

You were given the abandoned cottage deep in the forest but not too far from the village, they even volunteered to repair the decrepit place to which you can't possibly thank them enough for.

Such generous humans for someone as sweet and cute as you.

Yes.

Cute.

An emotion that the fae king couldn't quite describe at first since he grew used to the absence of emotions because of his birth as the one who will succeed the late Ashborn as the new kingdom of the eternal night kingdom and the new monarch that will lead the army of the dead.

His duty? To uphold peace and make sure all living beings stay in their place and never go out of line.

Should they do so then it'll be immediate death as well as being added to the immortal army to prevent them from reincarnating and repeating the same mistakes.

He grew as a normal child of the elven kingdom. But as his powers grew— His emotions disappeared one by one until he is nothing more than that for a vessel of war.

Jinwoo is more than thankful enough for his beloved family who resides with him in the kingdom. He shaped this barren place for them to live in and do what they desire.

A medicinal lab for his little sister who studies healing magic, a garden for his mother to tend to any time, and a smithy for his father to busy himself to and craft weapons for fun, or maybe just his small way of helping his kind son who unfortunately has to carry the burden of the world on his shoulders.

Truly, he can't be thankful enough.

Even if he cannot feel the same level of affections he has for them the way he used to when he was but a small elven child who wished nothing more than protect and love them.

But then you came.

A fascinating and adorable human that he has a weird connection to.

He was drawn to you.

Jinwoo can never know where these foreign feelings stem from, all he knew is that he is completely entranced by you and you only.

What is it that he feels?

He wanted to watch you.

He wanted to imprison you.

He wanted to see you smile.

He wanted to see you cry miserably.

He wanted to ruin you.

But he also wanted to cherish you.

Jinwoo cant quite put a finger on it. Regardless, he was satsified on just watching you for now since he can't exactly interfere with anyone else's life since he wants to be left alone too.

But then you stumbled upon his kingdom by accident because one of his foolish children forgot to close the dimension that leads back to his domain.

He could punish them, but he decided against it since he is quite thankful of the unexpected arrangement.

He just has to tighten the security and indulge in you.

Jinwoo is aware that humans can express quite a lot since his sister is very much like that.

But you bewitch him in a way he cant really describe.

He loved to watch the way the flowers would dance and caress your gentle skin when the wind blows. He loved the way your clothes wrinkle around your perfect body that he just itched to hold. He loved to hear your sweet voice ringing in his ears when you ask him trivial and downright ridiculous questions just to satisfy your musings.

But he, the king of this land, was the fool that indulged in all your whims.

He can't really resist you, how could he?

Jinwoo has no will to fight whatever is stirring within him in the presence of the precious you.

It was to the point that he becomes extremely obsessed with you without him realizing, he wanted to know more.

Human curiosity is the reason why the species has thrived so far depsite being one of the lower life forms whose sole purpose is to play puppets for the pathetic beings higher than their measly mortal beings, right?

That means Jinwoo can also be curious too.

No matter how twisted it can be.

It should be fine.

꒰ ... ꒱

Oh how foolish can he be too, huh?

Your frequent trips to his kingdom resulted in the villagers rioting against you with the holy church charging you with meddling forbidden witchcraft.

Somehow those old bastards in the town managed to convince everyone that you are doing something heinous when in reality you were just accompanying Jinwoo on a daily basis.

And so they dragged you to the stakes, tied you on a pole and did their blasted rituals gaslighting themselves that what they're doing as it is for the world and the will of the lord that you die by fire.

"Ignite her," A booming, thundering voice ruptures through the maddeneds howls and cackles of the villagers and priests gathered around your sorry figure praying to whatever fucking god they believe in. "I dare you"

"You!" A bishop raises his finger at the stranger, his action full of vigor and pride. "How dare you interrupt this holy ceremony dedicated to our benevolent ghod Anakkhis?"

"Hah?" The heretic scoffs, finding the whole idea ridiculous. "You're talking about that god? That fool that wept at my feet for mercy? You have some thick skin for thinking that someone like me will cower over a measly insect like that?"

"You—" The bishop gasps, completely taken aback at how bold he was. "Restrain him! That filthy thing dares to speak blasphemy of the great one! Burn him alongside that wench!"

"That wench?" Jinwoo clicks his tongue, his eyes turning into an even stronger color of blazing purple as priests and ordinary humans charged at him. "You've given me more reason on why I should murder the lot of you. For daring to call my woman a wench and burning her for a sin that was never there."

With a snap of his fingers, head would explode one by one and the screams of onlookers would fill the air that was once filled with laughter and mirth.

Cold and unfeeling Purple eyes look straight at you, each step that he makes accompanied with the falling corpses.

You dare not look at Jinwoo's gaze, after all, the air is too suffocating. You can barely even take a full breath, everytime you try to it feels like your lungs will suffocate.

And the screams, god those tortured screams.

How dare you ever doubt that he is the absolute being that has put the world on a chokehold?

By the time the priests have realized who Jinwoo was, it was far too late now since he immediately had their heads bursting.

When he reached you, his blackened hand gently lifts your face to meet his maddened and cold gaze.

How is he still so hauntingly beautiful despite the blood splatters on his divine face?

How can wrath look so gorgeous and ethereal on someone like him?

You can see the vein popping on his jaw as he unfastened the ropes and picked you up, allowing your sorry form to weep on his shoulder.

"Please, stop it!' You beg, not wanting to hear more of the torturous screams. "I'll do anything, just please stop it"

"Anything?" Jinwoo tilts his head, musing at your sobbing.

"Anything." You choke up, holding tighter onto him to show your sincerity. "Please, please stop it"

"Then you shall be my wife" Jinwoo simply says as presses his lips on your pretty little head. "Humans have a saying ti'll death do us apart. But you have no need for that."

"After all, your husband is death itself."

He is both hell and heaven depending on which side you choose to take. He is the absolute being that brings everything to it's knees. The madman who has succesfully put the world into the palm of his hand.

The village that once welcomed you with warm and loving arms starts to disappear from the distance as it billows a cloud of smoke from cindering and brilliant violet flames that defies everything natural.

It was a warning to the gods and all other living beings

,... That the Fae King of the Eternal Night Kingdom, the Shadow Monarch of the Immortal Army— Is alive and well.

It is a way to announce that he still stands as the most powerful being with an omniscient view of this wretched earth and will return should they step out of line again.

May it be humans or their worshippers, no one will be spared from the bloodbath and carnage he will bring should his wrath ever be incurred.

And, you.

You, the foolish and naive child of the land—

Is the salvation that will prevent this world from dancing in violet flames so long as you remain in his hold. Forever captive to his obsession.

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Whoever may i write for I will always return to my beloved Jinwoo heheh><!! I love him dearly and can never stop loving him try as I might xD!! Next fic are hsr men again so look forward to it. For now, a self-indulgent au is here that I will be making a bot for tomorrow too so heheh:3!!! ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[pupsmailbox]

GOTH ID PACK

NAMES︰ abby. ace. addam. alister. amelia. amoret. ange. angel. angelo. anubis. arachne. arch. archette. ash. aslan. aspen. astor. astoria. astrophel. atticus. axelle. azazel. azrael. bael. bat. batsy. battie. bella. bellatrix. blade. blair. blanchette. brahms. branwen. briar. cain. caine. callan. calliope. cannibelle. caskeite. casketta. caskette. caskieth. caspian. celeste. celestia. cemetrell. chaos. charlotte. cherry. chira. chiraelle. chiro. chirobelle. chiroptairre. chiroptelle. chiroptera. chiropteranne. chiroptira. choir. christian. circe. cofette. coffin. coffine. coffyn. coffyth. constantine. corbin. corpse. crimson. crow. crowley. damian. damien. demonesse. divina. dorian. draven. ebonyie. echoella. edgar. elatha. elijah. elix. elwin, elwin. elwood. ember. emmaline. etienne. eulalie. evan. evangeline. eve. faith. forest. forrest. frill. frille. frilleine. frilliette. frilly. genesis. ghost. gothita. gothitella. gothitelle. gothitess. gothitesse. gothlyra. gothorita. grey. grisveil. gwen. hades. hawthorne. hecate. hemlock. imortalle. imortella. iris. israel. jakob. jet. jett. johnas. josiah. judas. kain. kane. kedi. keir. kross. krosse. lacey. laciene. laciette. lazarus. leo. lilith. lilithe. lolita. lucid. lucien. lucifer. lucius. luscious. lynx. maeve. malice. mana. martyr. max. melancholy. merle. micah. michael. misery. mordred. morris. mors. morte. morticia. mortis. morvessa. mourge. mourgette. mourne. mournelle. mourveil. myrette. nightshade. noah. noctelune. noctre. noctrelle. nocturne. noir. obscurine. obsidian. oleander. omen. onyx. orion. orpheus. ozul. ozzy. prince. prophet. ransley. raven. ravenie. raveniette. ravenith. requiem. rogue. rook. rowan. ruby. saber. saint. salem. samael. samuel. scarlet. secrette. seraph. serenity. shilo. shiloh. silas. silver. silvester. skelly. skulliene. skulliette. skully. skullyfir. solanine. sorrow. sylvester. syn. thorn. thorne. thornyse. tobias. tommy. trix. umbriel. valkyrie. valo. velouryne. vervain. vesper vesper. victoria. ville. violetta. vito. vlad. woundie. zeon. zephyrine.

PRONOUNS︰ abby/abby. ae/aer. ash/ash. bat/bat. bleed/bleed. blood/blood. book/book. bug/bug. burn/burn. ce/casket. ce/cem. ce/cer. chain/chain. chap/chapel. chi/chir. chill/chill. claw/claw. cloud/cloud. co/cof. co/coffin. cob/cobweb. cof/coffin. coffin/coffin. corps/corpse. creep/creep. cri/cross. cro/cros. cro/cross. cross/cross. cross/crosse. da/dark. dae/dae. dae/daem. dark/dark. de/der. decay/decay. dee/dark. des/despair. devout/devout. div/divine. dust/dust. e/echo. e/eerie. echo/echo. edge/edgy. en/envie. fae/fang. fang/fang. fe/fear. fie/fiend. fog/fog. fri/frill. frill/frill. ghost/ghost. ghoul/ghoul. go/goth. gore/gore. goth/goth. goth/gothic. gra/grave. grave/grave. gri/grim. ha/haunt. halo/halo. hie/hiem. ho/holy. holy/holy. horn/horn. hx/hxm. hy/hym. ink/ink. lace/lace. lae/lace. lost/lost. mist/mist. moon/moon. net/fishnet. ni/night. night/night. null/null. par/parasol. parasol/parasol. pray/pray. pray/prayer. proph/prophet. ro/rose. rose/rose. rot/rot. rust/rust. sac/sacrifice. saint/saint. scar/scar. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. si/sinister. sie/sier. sin/sin. sku/skull. skull/skull. snake/snake. spider/spider. spike/spike. sto/storm. stud/stud. thiey/thiem. thorn/thorn. thou/thorn. thron/thorn. thxy/thxm. tom/tomb. tor/thorn. vae/vaer. ve/ver. velvet/velvet. vi/vile. vi/vir. vo/void. whis/whisper. whisper/whisper. witch/witch. wood/wood. x/x. xae/xaer. xi/xir. xie/xiem. xie/xier. ×. ♠️. ♣️. ⚰️. ��️. 🌑. 💀. 🕯. 🕷. 🕸. 🖤. 🥀. 🦇.

[asksythe]

Soooo cute!!! Look how happy he is! And those things on Ritsuka are tiny bunny ears. Hah!

Commed art. Artist: Minh Nguyett

This piece is a companion to this other piece I posted before.

Ahh... I want to write a bunny!Ritsuka x Oberon story...

You know how once upon a time, a character being secretly some kind of magical creature or fantastical race was all the rage in fanfic writing?

I want to write something like that.

But how would that work with the game's presented canon of Ritsuka being the representative of humans / primates and being their Last Master?

Well, it's simple. Chinese folklores are chockful of creatures who toil for centuries and absorb the breath of the world (or, in Fate terms, mana) to transcend their beasthood and become... a human!

And since I think bunnies are tote cute, I want to write Ritsuka (F) as a young bunny from a den of already fairy magical bunnies, becoming a beloved pet to lonely, sickly-child Ritsuka (M) and through this shared friendship, she learns of all the wonderful things about being a human.

Ritsuka (F) adores Ritsuka (M) and so decides to embark on the long journey of cultivating to become a human and be his human friend.

Before she can complete her human transformation (curse those stubborn bunny ears and fluff tail that won't recede no matter what she does! How can Ritsuka be a real girl if she goes around with her bunny ears and tail still intact!?) and surprise her friend, he, unfortunately, passes away, leaving behind his dream of stepping foot outside his house for once and taking this parttime job with some company called CHALDEA!

So, in honor of her beloved friend, Bunny!Ritsuka takes up the mantle and the name Ritsuka and joins Chaldea in his stead, determined to do everything that Ritsuka (M) wanted to do in his name. But there's more to being a human than just having a human body (most of the time. She's still working on them ears and tail). Humans don't think like bunnies do, nor live like bunnies do. They have all kinds of weird, unspoken rules and expectations and silly limitations on what a young girl bun can and cannot do. Bunri has a lot to learn!

Of course, the story is Obegudako.

I really just want to write a scenario in which Bunri attempts a bunny mating dance with a clueless Oberon and her happily declaring to him that she would like to bear him one hundred kits or something.

This story shall be titled...

... Ritsuka-Chan wants to be a human!

Hmm... but what's the offspring of a magical Bunny-turned-human and a part-dragon-part-insect-part-fairy terminal device?

A Bunny Dragon? A Hopping Insect? A fae bunny dragonfly?

I know!

Their children are going to be the Rabbit of Caerbannog!

[yourdarlingness]

✦ Gothic Lolita ~ themed　names — prns — titles

╰　DAY 4 of @rumblepumm ' s event !

NAMES ︙　lilith . lilithe . gothita . gothitess(e) . raven . raveniette . ravenie . bella(trix) . corbin . lacey . laciene . laciette . frill . frille . frilly . frilliette . frilleine . skully . skulliette . skulliene . skelly . chiro / chiroptelle . chiroptairre . chiraelle . bat . batsy . chira . chiropteranne . coffine . cofette . casketta . caskette . caskeite . imortalle . imortella . mana . celestia . celeste

PRNS ︙　da(e) / dark . fae / fang . bat . fri / frill . lae / lace . cof / coffin . thou / thorn . par / parasol . ro / rose . sku / skull . 🦇 . 🖤 . 🌑 . 🥀 . ⛓️ . ⚰️ . 💀

TITLES ︙　the gothic lolita . the gothic [x] . the [x] with a parasol . prns gloomy majesty . prns shadow . the lolita of the night . prns elegant presence . the [x] of (rose and) thorns . the [x] of roses . the moon-kissed lolita . the gothic lolita of the castle . the lolita of moonlight . prns wilting rose . prn who dances under the moonlight . prn who is dressed in all black . the [x] in frills

[x] — any nouns　;　examples below

the angel with a parasol

the ghoul of (rose and) thorns

the idol in frills

[jangmi-latte]

I don't usually simp for Lilia because the game has made me look at him as our friendly neighborhood grandpa, but like.... imagine meeting General!Lilia while he's on duty- and maybe he helps us with something or we help him out- and from there on a romance slowly blossoms? Just... active duty Lilia who's yet to become Lili-pa and the whole 'waiting for my friend who I want to be my lover to visit me during his break from duty'

FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD GRANDPA

good riddance mid-war/military romance?!?!? sign me up!!?!?? my brain has been going from camp-healer reader or to villager reader or subordinate reader or even agent reader (captain america and peggy carter type of romance)??? the possibilities are endless but since you emphasized helping we're going with villager who's also a healer reader.

/this can be descriptive and damn has it gotten long.

you can think of this being either fae or human reader but when you mentioned help, seeing an injured lilia who had to limp away from the camp after checking if his men are okay. so, he's in the middle of the woods hissing and sitting against a tree while lifting his clothing to see that big unhealing slash across his abdomen. the blood has already clotted but it's still dangerously huge and dirty and he's trying his best to heal it with his magic but it's concerning how he still feels the pain. plus, he needs to rest both his mana and body.

he will definitely try heating up one of his daggers to press on his wound but before he could even press the searing metal on his skin, that's when a hand stops him and pull the dagger away. it was a surprise, most especially for someone like him to be conscious of every single element around him.

you definitely look like a land of briar resident with your clothing. however, you look absolutely distressed and you're sweating so much it looked like you haven't bathed in days. he'd ask what are you doing but you keep your mouth shut and kneel down beside him. only then did he notice the belt strapped around your hips filled to the brim with antidotes and potions.

he's astonished, to say the least. he was in a daze while you're speaking and he was brought to his senses when he felt the burning sensation of liquid hitting his skin. it's literally smoking that he had to bite down on his gloved wrist to keep himself from screaming. his back arching off the tree while he's gripping your wrist. it hurt but hey, his wound his tingling and healing.

that's when he felt oddly...captivated by you. and as the old fae tradition goes, to he who was serviced must return the favor. he's just staring at you while taking deep breaths and you're looking around as if you're being watched. he assured you that you're safe with him and asked what do you want as gratitude for healing him but you just shook your head. stating that YOU are thanking him for defending the land.

all goes to say, he'd go to the said forest every now and then after you both departed, half-expecting to run into you. there were occasions he would see you crouched by a bush and plucking berries and herbs. he'd strike conversation, often surprising you with his silence and stealth. but eventually, you're warming up to him. he'd give you herbs you've mentioned needing that's only located across the other side of the land.

your presence was calming; during a war, peace was a far-fetched dream for a soldier, a general. when he's stressed, lacks sleep, and just exhausted he'd seek refuge in that very forest. he'd snap at you when you greet him but somehow, you're not affected. scary, yes. but you've known lilia from the constant meetings that you've brought some bottled mist that you claim can calm him down and give him a leveled-head again.

when he suddenly snaps his eyes open, that's when he realised he has fallen asleep without even noticing that he's definitely nonplussed. only then does he notice that he's laying on your lap while you're reading a book. he's bombarding you with questions but needless to say, he's really thankful.

baul would even notice lilia departing from the camp during breaks instead of eating with them that he's tempted to follow the general.

what can he do though? the general can find refuge somewhere else. more like...someone else.

to say he's catching feelings was questionable. other than malleficia, levan, baul, or mallenoa, he has never felt entirely close to someone outside of the royal guards or royalty. instinct driven need to protect you is there — that's what he feels towards the townsfolk anyways, that's what he tells himself.

just what have you done to the general...

might become a fic though 🫶🏻

[paperstarwriters]

hi hey hey eldritch MC who after being resurrected knows way more than they should, who although doesn't know how to walk or talk initially, somehow knows a spell that is so old it's never been written down. Reader who scares the M6 with how.... inhuman they seem to sometimes be.

Just one day while trying to practice and work on some basic magic lights or something you somehow create some sort of anti-light that coats the entire space in pitch black darkness. And it happens often, you just keep doing things that is not in any of Asra's books. They go looking on their trips for explanations or any advice on what to do or how to nullify these spells you somehow know, but the only bit of information they've gotten was from an elderly mage on their deathbed, recalling the spell from their grandfather.

And it's just one spell. Asra has the sinking feeling that all those unknown spells you pull from nowhere are just as old as that. Maybe they find something that sounds like your spell not in a grimoire but in a history book and that dread begins to grow because now it feels like confirmation. Somehow you have old magic in you. It must be the portion of the Fool that allows you to live.

Asra would try their hardest to teach you, even if it runs their hands red all over again, but gods sometimes you scare them. Unafraid, staring into the ball of wild magic that writhes in your hands, unaware of the way it makes your eyes glow with something unnatural.

Of course, they're less afraid of you possibly hurting them or being something so foreign and inhuman.

All they worry about is the fact that, despite knowing as much as they can about magic, they can't protect you from this. They still remember seeing you burn your hands from a sloppy fire spell, a simple silly little mistake that they easily knew how to manage and heal.

But what happens if you do something he doesn't know how to fix?

Half of the time his trips aren't leaving because of his heartache, his trips are him leaving in a panicked frenzy trying to figure out a way to neutralize a black hole, because you somehow seem to be growing closer and closer at being able to summon that.

And dear DEATH Asra saddling Muriel with taking care of you????

because Asra will always be afraid for you, but Muriel holds no qualms about being afraid of you. And he is afraid. He is downright terrified. He's spent enough time in the forest, enough time with the fae to know when something made of magic is dangerous, and the way your eyes light up in the shadows, the way they glow in the sunlight with something unnatural, the way the entirety of you seems to blur at the edges when you see magic that interests you, as if you were going to turn into a shapeless form of pure mana and consume the thing whole. Muriel just doesn't know what you'll do, what your body will do.

Because it's your body. Your body is strange and foreign. And even if he may have had qualms about you before he cannot deny how your awe and curiosity of the world makes his chest feel a little warm, makes him look at the world with a little more appreciation than before. Even though it prickles his spine just a little with it, knowing you're basically a monster parading around in human flesh seeing life from the human perspective for the first time, it still makes him smile a little when you see an animal, or even when you see Inanna, and you try to copy her, it still makes him feel sorry for you when an animal you're fascinated in runs away from you, picking up on the very same threats he feels.

He watches you stare down the carcass of an animal, dead from the sheer amount of mana you exude. And though you look sad, though your expression contorts into that of pity and sorrow, something glows in your eyes at the sight, a look almost akin to delight and he feels that fear return tenfold.

But over time, and with lots of research on Asra's side, and a lot of cold tolerance from Muriel, you learn to manage your powers you learn to manage your magic, and over the span of three years you develop into someone who seems upon first glance like a relatively normal albeit powerful Magic user.

......But sometimes you have your moments.

[the-east-art]

Teleportation in Hagstone is technically possibly but in actuality very difficult. To teleport from one place to another, you need to bypass all three layers of magic (body, soul, and mana). Since there is not being (save one very old Fae) who possessed all of these it is impossible to do alone or spontaneously. Usually transpiration can be done but only if there are spell circles at both the start and the destination, and strong casters in all three magics to push the person through.

[misspepeshi]

Warning: [PG-13] This story contains elements, language, and topics that are not suited for minors, and can be sensitive to you. Please read at your own discretion.

[ REKINDLE | ACT V: A Granted Wish ]

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The Moon Realm. October 31, 2025. Kasthan’s birthday and an effective contingency plan.

Before anything could occur, Seira had summoned Vaelren, who had emerged in his female, human-like shifted form. Aelar had left, with instructions from Seira to return afterwards.

Vaelerie was as beautiful and delicate as a red rose. She had carefully approached the Moon Fae, whom she was bonded to, and greeted him politely.

But Seira knew that behind the beauty, calmness, and politeness, hid a Low Fae. A Low Fae that, with time, had been forced to become something he never asked for, nor wanted to be.

The Moon Fae carefully pulled Vaelerie closer by the waist, wanting to keep her close for the first and last time. Seira could feel, could sense the myriad of negative emotions that the other had. And it pained him deeply. 

Seira thought Vaelren had everything figured out and would be alright on his own. Because of this, he never showed attention, nor care, to Vaelren. As a High Fae, he thought he had more important things to do. And the fragments have proved him wrong. 

Seira remained calm and composed, as he guided Vaelerie into a slow, meaningful dance. “Will the youngling be the last one?” He asked. A lie that made his mouth dry.

“Yes, and then I shall be fertile again.” Vaelerie responded, a small glimmer of hope in her eyes. “We… I… I can carry your offsprings and bring back to life our race.”

Seira hated it. He hated the way Vaelren treated himself. Like some Low Fae would in the presence of a High Fae. Anything to obtain a High Fae’s attention. Vaelren didn’t need to do this, for he had now Seira’s full attention after so many years of being mated to him. After the fragments and truths he didn’t knew of, nor will.

“Good. Let us enjoy this moment together, before you go.” Seira responded as he continued to dance with Vaelerie.

They danced as the Moon Fae enveloped both in his magic, as he began to slowly sacrifice himself away for the sake of the other. The more they danced, the more closer they got, causing Vaelren to shift to his original Low Fae form. Vaelren let himself get lost in the arms of the Seira, and Seira kissed him gently, all while whispering to him all the words Vaelren had wanted to hear all his life. That he will be free, happy, loved… For a first time in a long time, Vaelren felt safe in someone else’s embrace.

That night Seira loved him and praised him. Worshipped him. But at some point, Vaelren started slowly passing out. 

“Seira,” he sighed his mate’s name. “I- I don’t feel good.”

A soft hush and a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Try to relax and let go of your worries, let me take care of you.” 

And so Vaelren did. He passed out quietly, going limp on Seira’s embrace.

“Vaelren?” Seira lifted Vaelren’s upper body carefully. No reply. His magic had worked its way into Vaelren’s body, and soon enough Vaelren wouldn’t be able to remember anything.

Seira laid Vaelren down on the ground and held his head gently as he once more summoned Aelar. He was quickly beginning to lose all of his mana.

“Vaelren, my sweet mate, life has never been fair to you since you were born. The things you have always wanted were never truly yours.” Seira began as he kept Vaelren close to him, his eyes welling up.

“Today that will change. For this wish I shall grant you: I, Seira Moonwhisper, close your past doors and open new ones for you. I grant you all of your future wishes. You won’t remember your past life, you won’t need to shape-shift anymore to please anyone, and you will no longer be tied to me. For I intend for you to be free, and live your life as you’ve always wanted. I break this bond and set you free. And may your fertility come back and so all of your special abilities. May you regain your right eye. May you find happiness and love. May you heal from the heartbreak I’ve inflicted upon you.”

Aelar didn’t know who was going to suffer more from a heartbreak: A High Fae who just lost the closest thing he had to a friend, or a Low Fae with no memories. But one thing he knew: per Seira’s wish, he was going to watch over Vaelren. He was not going to let him suffer in any way. 

Aelar carried Vaelren out from the Moon Realm as he watched it all crumble down. As he watched it cease to exist and all of Seira’s knowledge and wisdom passed on to him. What Seira did throughout his life, and his ultimate sacrifice, was not to be forgotten. 

“You’re free, High Fae Vaelren Dreadflame.” A faint whisper.

The moon shone like never before that night. And Aelar was headed to a familiar manor with a passed out, High Fae.

← ✦ → | Thank you all CC creators. 🕸

[ambrosius-art]

The oc I started my yt channel on!! Everest Crystallia, twisted from elsa, most of these I drew months ago except the one with the bow in his hair, I’m still tweaking his design.

info:

Name: Everest Crystallia 

ethnicity: French/African/Norwegian

Birthday: December 21st

age:17

Height: 5'6 (5'9 in heels)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Considerably tall with heels on, he has a dark shade of brown skin, similar to those of the people of the Frost fire fjords. Some of his most alluring features include his hair and eyes. his hair is a naturally glittery frost blonde, white hair with a slight reflective sheen to it, to which he usually wears down in a side part with a French braid on the side and light curls on the end. His eyes are an icy blue crystalline hue with iridescent flecks almost mimicking the aurora borealis northern lights and dark blue pupils. he is usually seen wearing a darker neutral brown or light cold blue eyeshadow with glitter and slightly pink tinted lip-gloss. He also has a lithe, statuesque dainty, yet lean figure with slightly pointed ears.

Family: Augustus Crystallia (younger brother by 3 years) Anruin Crystallia (father) Eisvea Crystallia (mother)  Elrynora Winterheart (great grandmother)

Likes: Singing, violin, dancing, fencing, strutcure.

Dislikes: loud voices when not singing, messy rooms, warm environments.

fears: Uncertainty, Disappointment

Magic: Just like most eldest children of his long Crystallia heritage Everest inherited the ancient ice magic of his ancestors, said to be tied to the snow queen herself. though, coming from a long line of ice fae's since he is half human inheriting ancient ice magic this resulted in him having the rare condition that is Overmagic. Overmagic is a condition to which a person is born with more mana than their body can handle. Having this condition has caused Everest multiple side effects, such as his eye color, the sheen on his hair, and his below normal body temperature and most of his spells having high blot production. as a child due to his condition, he was on strict notice to always have gloves on or some sort of hand covering to keep his magic in controllable parameters, otherwise he ends up freezing most everything he touches, due to these restrictions he refrains from using his magic altogether and is always in a constant state of holding himself back.

Signature spell; "Eternal winter": allows Everest to change the season to winter within a specified radius of his choosing, though the drawbacks are high blot production and that the winter season gets more severe the more negative his emotions 

Homeland: Frostfire fjords

Year: second

Club: Fencing team

Best subject: kingdom management

Personality and background: Everest is an award-winning teen idol, running for 4-5 years and also the crown prince and heir to the throne of Frostfire Fjords. He is the polar opposite from his younger brother, always appearing calm, regal, mature, reserved and said to be very generous and unintentionally controlling over his citizens though in person viewed to be somewhat cold, withdrawn and shy. his personality takes on a new appearance when in the public eye, appearing very graceful, demure, and somewhat flamboyant at times. However, during his childhood shortly after he had turned 8 years old his parents tragically died out at sea during a diplomatic trip, causing Everest to become more reserved, insecure, and reclusive over the years, the stress of trying to partially run a kingdom made him become isolated, severely damaging his relationship with his younger brother. He constantly keeps up a front, always hiding his true intentions and thoughts about others to please everyone, but beneath his cold regal exterior lies an insecure, overthinking child, itching for the chance to be free without the restrictions of constant expectations.

Fun facts: Frostfire Fjords and Briar valley are longtime kingdom allies through in the conflict with Bladevale and Briarvelley Frostfire fjords remained completely neutral and isolated from the wars, only providing minor support. due to this allyship once Lilia found out about Everest's parents' tragic demise, he volunteered to babysit Everest and Augustus occasionally, explaining how Everest refers to Lilia as "Uncle Lilia". This also explains how he is well acquainted with Malleus, Silver, and Sebek.

Everest is the best-known Ice mage in the world though he purposely conceals his magic and rarely demonstrates it outwardly.

Everest was once the young vice head of the royal choir and opera of Frostfire fjord's. He was the highest Sparano, explaining his high and vast vocal range.

Everest during his first year at NRC used to be enrolled in the Pomefiore house, where he studied under his idol and mentor Vil Schoenheit, but the next year he transferred and became Housewarden of CryoVain after finding out how strict Vil really is.

Everest can sometimes enter a state where he allows his magic and fae traits to manifest and somewhat even take over in order to control his magic better. In this state his appearance changes slightly with icy blue glittery gradients appearing on his hands and feet as well as ice fractals appearing on his forehead, cheeks, shoulders, hands, and neck.

Everest's Crystallia bloodline is said to be direct descendants of the snow queen.

Everest has a terrible habit of thinking things and not saying them, this habit ranges from bottling up certain feelings to even forgetting to respond when people speak to him.

Idia has actually been to multiple of Everest's concerts and had even paid for backstage passes once.

later in the main story it is revealed that Everest keeps a journal/diary of sorts where he writes his knit picks and dislikes about those he sees, he writes a page almost every night.

Everest with his unique alignment of features is said to be one of the somewhat most beautiful students in Nrc and in mainstream media, though he is usually seen to be less when compared to Vil or Neige

People I ship him with and why:

Jamil: Everest would often relate to Jamil's feelings of having to hold yourself back because of outside circumstances yet wanting to test your limits and see your own power grow. Everest would also bond with Jamil for their shared love for dancing and choreography.

Malleus: Everest, since growing up with him wouldn't fear him and would possibly relate to his isolation and being overly powerful. They would also bond since Everest makes a point to invite malleus to all house warden meetings he attends.

Silver: having both practically grown up together they would already have a proper foundation for such relationships, Everest would also come to admire Silver's drive for becoming a knight. 

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also CryoVain is a dorm I created off of frozen, I get that Elsa is tecnically a protagonist but she was meant to be a villain and hans is boring af and less iconic.

[ravenwriter16]

Thunder can be heard overhead, a mother's wrath ready to be unleashed. Seeing one of her children in such a state was enough for her to bring the lightning down upon the castle.

But she knows this princess well. For she is the true friend of the fae.

She lifts her hands that look as delicate as the new fallen show on the mountain tops, and she gentle took her child into her arms.

"My poor little kit. Such fate should not have fallen on you in such a manner."

The queen looks at the princess, eyes soften as she looks upon who she has considered one of her honorary daughters.

"Thank you, friend of the fae, for giving my child your mana. Your generous heart is always remembered by the fae and shall be rewarded in the near future. "

She straightens, holding her child close to her heart. The queen looks down at the knight, her own regal tone portraying her demeanor.

"I am not pleased on how all of this was conducted and demand that I speak with your husband, the esteemed Emperor Eclipse of the Celestial family. For there has been a breech in the treaty that must be brought to his attention. And I would like for this manner to be done as quickly as possible. Especially if you wish for our kingdoms to continue trade and peace."

Sun’s eye twitches and his grip on the hilt of his sword tightens. “I—,”

“Of course! Your majesty—,” the Princess shoots Sun a pointed look. “—I’ll talk to Emperor Eclipse myself.”

Sun arches a brow, “really? You~?”

“Yes.” She hisses

“Hmm…” Sun sheathed his saber and bows. “Then I shall inform him so. It was an honor to see you again, your highness.”

The princess growls, eyes burning into the back of his head as he heads back into the palace.

[randomlywanderingmoth]

Ah, nuts to it, I'm not letting this one simmer in my head forever.

Fanservant: Tam Lin Bedivere

Servant Class: Saber

In a distant land, a Lostbelt- no, a Lostworld called Faerie Britain, the there was once a Savior named Aesc. She had companions, tried to save this Lostworld, failed, and the tyrant Queen Morgan rose. Visitors to this Lostworld witnessed her tyranny, fought her, slew her, and- if you know of Faerie Britain you know the specifics of this story, the ways it might be inaccurate, and so on.

However, the Kaleidoscope, the observation of infinite possibilities, is a funny thing, that observes differences in timelines. In the timeline you know, the story is as it is.

Tam Lin Bedivere is not from the timeline you know.

In another time, Aesc the Savior had one more companion than was commonly listed- a fae squire that became a fairy knight, the one called Tam Lin Bedivere. When Aesc died, Bedivere went missing- and it is commonly believed that the fairy knight's grief contributed to the circumstances of her reappearance, as the tyrant Queen Morgan's first knight.

Tam Lin Bedivere. The Loyal Knight of Autumn. A seemingly simplistic knight, adorned in armor like pale bone, or old grey wood, wielding a dread rapier of divine light, cutting down every Mors she comes across, in a near unbreaking vigil to end the threats to Faerie Britain. Gentle voiced but stern, and would always spirit those in danger away to safety.

The truth is several times over. Firstly, her armor, similar to the armor you might think reminiscent of a certain Lion King of Knights, was fashioned from the "bark" carved from A Certain Tree. Secondly, her sword was a gift, given to her by the Savior Aesc- originally a hefty spear, Tam Lin Bedivere fashioned it closer to a sword that would retract into the gauntlet of her right arm in golden coils. Due to the manner in which it was reforged, that sword is also capable of reforming as its wielder needs, extending in length and twisting around shields.

Thirdly, to dispel any notions, in spite of her proud, long, flowing autumn hair, and elsewise appearance, Tam Lin Bedivere is not the one you might recognize as Fujimaru Ritsuka.

She might have been, once. A long, long time ago. Two thousand and four hundred years ago, in fact. But once, in the present, the girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka was overcome with an irrational desire to protect- and thus displaced her Servant, and took the Water Mirror herself.

That Water Mirror sent that girl back, two thousand and four hundred years- but that is not what affected her. No, it was the combination of circumstance. The girl had no mana left in her body from a terrible fight with a terrible foe in Norwich Harbor, and furthermore she no longer had the protection of Shielder.

In that circumstance, she was like a sponge, absorbing the local mana- and that changed her rapidly and irrevocably, and subtly enough that even she did not notice herself.

And so, the girl became a changeling faerie. And so, she knew she could not return. And so, she remained with the Savior Aesc.

And over the years, and decades, and centuries, and millenia, she cultivated her mana, and her technique, and loyally served. Because that was all that she could do, because that was all that was left for her to do. Because she could not go home anymore.

And over those years, those decades, those centuries, those millenia, she forgot what she once was.

... is that really the truth, though?

PARAMETERS:

Strength: B

Endurance: A

Agility: B

Mana: A++

Luck: C

NP: EX

SKILLS:

Territory Creation (EX Rank): It is less to say that Tam Lin Bedivere is capable of calling forth a territory and using it; rather, a constant Bounded Field surrounds her and the area immediately around her. In ancient times, the effect was provided by her armor, but over thousands of years the effect has "stuck" to her. The nature of this Bounded Field "defines" Tam Lin Bedivere, near-absolutely. As such, her Parameters cannot be altered in any way by outside sources (detrimentally, or beneficially). In addition, any mana she expends, as long as it remains within this Bounded Field, will return to her almost immediately. Furthermore, this defined space protects her against all forms of unnatural attack, acting similarly to a Magic Resistance of A+ Rank. Lastly, allegedly, the Bounded Field would even protect Tam Lin Bedivere from ontological phenomena, such as erasure by paradox. However, such protection would surely be of extraneous value at best.

Riding (C+ Rank): One method of travel for Tam Lin Bedivere is to make her sword as large as possible, throw it like a javelin, and hop aboard, surfing across the sky. That alone should speak to her Riding skill. She calls the technique the Remix Arash Express, although even she cannot say as though why she would call it that.

Mana Burst (A++ Rank): Tam Lin Bedivere has an utterly extraordinary amount of mana, as well as the ability to manipulate it near effortlessly. Apocryphally, that unbelievable supply was gifted to her by Aesc the Savior, for her attempt to learn the nature of the Great Pit at the center of Faerie Britain. One direct manner by which she can crush threats to her Queen is to funnel a titanic amount of mana into her sacred sword; in a pinch, she can also channel that mana into her gauntlets or greaves. Even the unparalleled warrior Wryneck was said to quake at the notion of challenging her sheer force output.

Mind's Eye (True) (A Rank): Over thousands of years, Tam Lin Bedivere has fought threats to the Lostworld of Faerie Britain- from the Mors, to rogue elements. Over that combat she has accrued incredible battlefield awareness.

Fairy Knight of Autumn (B+ Rank): Tam Lin Bedivere was one of Queen Morgan's loyal knights, leading her own contingent in the battle against the Mors. Her unusual valor inspired the soldiers in her charge, acting similar to a Charisma skill. However, her true value comes in the certainty with which she fights. Her mind never folds under pressure, regardless of the odds or circumstances, whether it be fighting a tide of Mors, stalling a Calamity, or cutting down traitors to her Queen. It is said she has only ever faltered twice- both times against the foreign knight called "Tam Lin Galahad".

NOBLE PHANTASM:

Claiomh Solais: Sacred Sword, Light of Judgment

In the mythology of Pan-Human history, Claiomh Solais was the mythic sword of the equally mythic war god Nuadha. Chaldeas logs indicate that the heroic spirit known as Bedivere co-opted the legend of Nuadha's Silver Arm, Airgetlam. It is only appropriate that his Tam Lin counterpart would co-opt his shining sword.

Originally an iteration of the Sacred Spear Rhongomyniad, it was passed from the Savior Aesc to the Tam Lin Bedivere, and fashioned into a sword, that retracts to form the gauntlet and the armor of her right arm. When invoked, the Faerie Knight of Autumn could call down a gleaming pillar of light from the heavens, obliterating anything before her.

At one point, in this timeline, it was deflected by Mash Kyrielight, and irreversibly destroyed Tam Lin Bedivere's helmet, thus exposing her face to the public for the first time in over two thousand years.

Over the course of events, after Queen Morgan's death, she was bade to join the Chaldeans in their descent to Avalon, and bear witness to the forming of Excalibur in the Lostworld. This imprint of Excalibur was then given to her, and fused with her own sword- thus completing the sword known as Claiomh Solais.

In the better known timeline, this was followed by Artoria Caster's sacrifice to fell Cernunnos, and some other things. In this timeline, things are slightly reversed- it is Tam Lin Bedivere who sacrifices her life to fell Cernunnos, and Artoria Caster who survived, was devoured alongside the Chaldeans by the Abyssal Worm, called forth the memory of a kindly knight, and defeated Oberon Vortigern.

"O light from the Inner Sea, I bid you rise. O judgment from the Ends of the World, I bid you descend. No wrongness or evil may remain before my blade! CLAIOMH SOLAIS!"

[walkdreams]

❛❛ someone ought to write a novel about me . . . full of kisses & daring escapes & the occasional act of barbarism .

lebedeva is a water víla originating from the woods of serbia. the vila are nature spirits/nymphs who embody and serve as guardians to different aspects of the wood. they are known to have a fondness for fighting, similar to the valkyries, and often lure strangers to their demise through dance circles. however, they have been known to come to the defense of favored villages, or if they should prove themselves worthy, a vila might take on a chosen hero as their vilenik, swearing themselves to offer good fortune and healing in battle. in her youth, the people of serbia started to turn on fabled daemons, and while defending their home in the wood, lebedeva's mother had been bludgeoned to death by a boyar.

lebedeva's flight took her deep into the lands of rus' where she attempted to blend in with mortals until eventually she met koschei (as ivan). her experiences soured her interest in ever taking on a vilenik, but the warlock had convinced her by completing the tasks she'd assigned and promising to help her reach the safety of the chyerti realm. swearing herself as his blood sister, lebedeva has been paramount in aiding koschei in his war and machinations against the tsar of death and/or princedoms of rus' by way of fate altering magic and tending to the wounded. she currently acts as advisor and head magician of buyan after centuries of alchemical practice.

✧ headcanons ✧ visuals ✧ threads

☁️ . . . DOSSIER

name. madame inna alfonsievna lebedeva diminutives. lebed super secret diminutives. inna, inulya, innushka ( old/intimate friends ) true name. nahina ( similar to the fae, this is extremely secret and kept to blood relatives and vilaniks only ) pronouns. she/her titles. head magician of buyan, advisor & posestrima of the tsar of life age. immortal origin. slavic folklore ( primarily seberian ) etymology. chyerti (vila), magician sexuality. pansexual alignment. chaotic neutral / good, the army of life, the army of death relations. ravijojla (mother), koschei ( vilenik ), marya morevna ( her vilenik at heart ), viy/death ( enemy, eventual affiliate ) height. 5'2" build. petite and sylphic hair. dark brown (white in vila form) eyes. hazel (silver or black in vila form) scars. none (too many missing feathers in vila form) scents. honeysuckle and cherry blossoms

☁️ . . . ABILITIES / SKILLSET

vila/swan/wolf physiology .  prefers to glamor & present herself as a colorful magician, but in her true vila form, lebed appears as a nymph clad in all white with swan wings, becomes a full fledged swan, or a wolf in more hostile environments. in either iteration of her vila form, a feather from her wing can grant health and strength but it comes with restrictions (see further below) sorcery / alchemy .  after becoming a posestrima ( vila blood sister ) to koschei, she took an interest in the arcane and now has extensive knowledge and capabilities for casting curses and spells; she has a form of synesthesia that allows her to see colors when she hears certain words and incantations and has thus learned to use colors to draw mana for magicks that do not come naturally to a vila ( ex. red compels, so she'll drain the color from a ruby or rose to cast a compulsion spell ) ; often fuses her potions and enchantments into her creams, perfumes and cosmetics. revival / healing magic .  as a vila, originally tied to lakes and springs, she has a natural proclivity for magic related to water and healing. before buyan's ocean desiccated, she had the ability to use dead water and live water to attempt resuscitation rituals so long as soldiers were found not too long after death. now she can only rely on her arcane abilities and/or her limited swan feathers to attempt resuscitation, which works only on lucky occasions. horseback riding / archery . she has a deep love for horseback riding and her white mare named biserka. also is an excellent archer who inherited a mystical bow from her mother, a legendary vila named ravijojla. other vila abilities/skillsets . hypnotic dancing, luck manipulation (good luck to a vilenik; bad luck to someone who intrudes on a dance circle); precognition (random & not controllable), animal communication (mountain dogs, wolves, deer & horses favored), enhanced speed, durability & strength.

☁️ . . . RESTRICTIONS

vilenik blood oath . after a favored one completes trials to prove themselves worthy, a vila can make them her chosen vilenik. in doing so, they undergo a blood oath which binds them together indefinitely. this represents a sacred promise to aid and protect a vilenik in their times of need, and also prevents a vila from directly harming her vilenik and vice versa. this is (unfortunately) her case with koschei but i'm extremely open to aus where she chooses someone else!! vila weaknesses . her life force is tied to her hair, particularly in her vila form. cutting it is fine, but to take a strand of her hair from the root would severely deplete her physical strength. to take a second depletes her magic. and to take a third would kill her; her swan feathers are limited and grow back very slowly if at all once used; the use of her feathers for magic depletes her strength significantly and cannot be used more than three times in a given day without killing her counterspells: all her spells have counter spells, and while she is a powerful magician in her own right, there are a others who are more naturally inclined or experienced than she is despite her position as the head magician. however, her hypnotic enchantments, expertise in alchemy, and health poultices are unrivaled.

☁️ . . . ADDITIONAL NOTES

prior to meeting ivan/koschei, she went only by the name inna and did attempt to live amongst mortal folk, so this allows some flexibility in terms of the places/kingdoms that she might have traveled through !! very much her esmeralda era !! would have come in with a group of nomads and performed in the streets as a dancer or gambled for a living until the church takes issue and drives her out

her vilanik connection with koschei has some adverse affects on her after he becomes deathless. it doesn't change her personality entirely, but does emphasize a bitterness about love, men, and the world that she was already carrying. she's colder, vindictive, and less of the romantic and idealist that she'd once been; her vila magic and affinity for water now leans more towards ice and snow too; and much like koschei's deathlessness has him disassociate from his past as ivan, lebedeva's early memories are just as blurred. she'll rarely touch on her life prior to living in buyan and when pressed will grow frustrated and change the subject. the most important memory that she's forgotten is in regards to a prophecy her mother entrusted to her which ultimately relates to koschei's death and the true savior / ruler of buyan.

other verses tba, but she will have a magical regency au where she'll be on the marriage mart as koschei's sister looking to secure a (temporary) marriage with an advantageous suitor, particular one whose family or household contains some form of arcane relic or weapon that proves useful and/or harmful to buyan. a fully human alternative would be that she's a ballet performer living lavishly at the expense of her admirers, but during the napoleonic wars, she would have left this life behind to serve as a nurse, and an exceptional one at that, often advocating for cleaner and more efficient practices. she'll also have an if we were villains verse where she's a ballet student playing the role of odile/the black swan

[tgrailwar-zero]

You watched as MUSASHI heeded your instructions, heading right before reaching a courtyard. She furrowed her brow, looking around the streets as she slowly walked forward, like a hunter stalking her play.

MUSASHI: "Come out, come out, wherever you are… I promise, it'll hurt less if you don't struggle as much."

She was actually pretty good at playing a more antagonistic character. You could see JAGUAR MAN subtly nodding with approval at your role choice.

The Saber approached the hall, stepping inside. The sight was… unsettling, to say the least. A ton of dolls, dancing in a stilted waltz, walking around. Inhuman puppets, each of them.

MUSASHI: "Talk about creepy..."

PRETENDER: "So everyone else is just puppets... I can't imagine what this could be trying to represent, perhaps it's a quirk of the arena?"

MUSASHI: "What? Woah--!"

Out of the corner of her eye, several projectiles shot towards her. Several small wooden spears, shot at a brutal pace, jabbed into the ground- a couple of which grazing past MUSASHI's legs. She let out a yell, stumbling backwards as she looked for the source. PRETENDER, off to the side, attempted to dash back into the shadows where he had emerged from, but was a moment too slow as the blades connected.

PRETENDER: "Ghh!"

You could tell from that one slash that PRETENDER was pretty badly injured just from that one attack- he didn't seem to be a Servant exactly stacked when it came to 'defenses'. He vanished again, disappearing into the darkness, his voice melodic yet taunting as he spoke to MUSASHI from 'somewhere'.

PRETENDER: "Ah… as expected of such a fearsome samurai. Your reputation proceeds you, as always. I'm honored to be your first opponent, though I can't help but lament."

JAGUAR MAN: "Mn. A bit premature for a monologue, but I guess being long-winded fits the character. He's got a good voice for yapping, I'm sure the ladies love it. The fellas too. Everyone, really."

PRETENDER: "And I was thinking to myself… well, there's no way for me to beat you head on. You're powerful, much more powerful than I am. I could make strategies for the others, discern their weaknesses and use my wits to find a path to victory, but you're as beautiful as you are smart as you are deadly. And so… with your talents with blades, I should use my own talents, right?"

Suddenly, he appeared before MUSASHI in a flash of sparkles and whistling winds, two brilliant moth-like wings unfurling behind him as he hovered in the air. It was theatrical in its execution, like he was being suspended by wires in a grand stage showing.

PRETENDER: "You have such a troubled past, I know. Seeing these dolls... you've slaughtered countless more individuals than the ones in this ballroom, haven't you?"

MUSASHI: "...Shut your mouth."

PRETENDER: "Shadowed by the violence of your commanders and your own soul, don't you want to live a little bit happier than you are now? Allow me to grant that wish."

He held out his hands, motes of light drifting from them. No, not just from his hands, but all around the two Servants. MUSASHI didn't waste a second, beginning to sprint forwards to close the gap.

MUSASHI: "A Noble Phantasm…! You're resorting to that, this early?! I mean, I'm sure it's a 'wow, finally' moment for people who have known you, but think of the audience?! Where's your sense of suspense!"

She rushed forward. It was a matter of speed, if each strike she made was a 'critical hit', then she'd have him down in no time. Her eye glinted- a perfect strike to end the fight. A single issue. The pikes that were shot into the ground began to dissolve into black mud, and several fae familiars emerged, grabbing the sword saint by the legs. They were light, and you could see that they weren't heavily hindering her movement, but it was enough.

A moment off. Slower on the draw by a millisecond.

The PRETENDER clapped his hands together, a pulse of powerful mana surging from behind him, the very fabric of the world changing in a brief instant as the camera's caught a glimpse of a beautiful autumnal forest, before the illusion collapsed in on itself and centralized itself entirely on MUSASHI.

PRETENDER: "…Lai Rhyme Goodfellow."

MUSASHI: "...!"

Her footing slipped, her body going limp as the magic centered on her, as the PRETENDER gracefully caught her resting form. He laid her down on the ground, keeping her face visible. A veritable sleeping beauty, as he hovered over her, his expression enigmatic.

PRETENDER: "…Start the count, please."

You heard the heavy ring of a bell. One. The count was starting.

The cameras switched back to the PRIEST.

PRIEST: "In a surprising move, the Winter Prince plays his trump card first. By all accounts, the Samurai is rendered unconcious, and has ten seconds to awaken and resume fighting, or else victory will belong to the Prince."

CLEOPATRA: "Woah! Our blademaster beauty is on the ground! Is this a premature end for such a promising fighter?"

PTOLEMAIOS: "...'Tis not enough."

CLEOPATRA: "Mm? You're saying there's a chance for a comeback?"

...Not enough?

You looked at the sleeping MUSASHI on the screen, and saw her twitching, subtly.

Whatever this Noble Phantasm was, it was a deep-sleep spell... but MUSASHI also had Magic Resistance of the near-highest rank as a Saber. She'd wake up, but it was a question of how quickly... time was running short, which meant that waiting for a natural 'waking' may not be in the cards.

JAGUAR MAN: "Well… that ain't good. For the ratings, I mean. We billed your Saber as a top-class fighter, if her first fight ends with her losing via nap, that'll make me look bad too! I'll lose all my credibility as a scout! I mean, maybe not completely since this is a really good showcase for 'Jeran', but I have a stake in you guys!"

She grabbed you by the shoulders, shaking you vigorously.

JAGUAR MAN: "C'mon, what's the plan here?! We've got 10 seconds!"

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MUSASHI'S STATS:

MUSASHI took a hit from PRETENDER! She's lost a point of Endurance!

ENDURANCE GAUGE: [X/X/X/X/X/ ]

MANA CHARGES: [X]

(When her Endurance reaches 1, she'll go unconscious! Different choices will have a differing effect on her Endurance!)

[misscammiedawn]

Honoria's appearance is modeled after someone? Care to share who that someone is/was, and why Honoria is attached to them?

Okay, so. In the original campaign that Honoria came from our PC was a loser college kid named Tyler Dawn who ended up have to take on a disguise that became its own fully fledged character named Honoria.

Note the last name used. Not to drive too big a point on it but Tyler has a sister named Camden and that character is where we got our name from. We spoke about that in more detail here.

Some older posts have spoke a bit more about Tyler, his connection to Seelie Fae Queen Titania and how Honoria was plucked out of his heart to create a completely different person/Fae.

The original Honoria looked like this (commissioned as a gift from another player from the tabletop days):

And some "official art" from the GM during the campaign:

The thing is, as mentioned briefly in the both the "Changeling Reveal" post and its companion that tells the IRL off table drama surrounding the campaign "Call Me By My Name(s)" - Tyler was not the character we wished to play during that campaign.

Anyway... that out of the way.

Camden Dawn, the World of Darkness character looked like this (artwork by former GM)

and Nori still possesses the memories of Tyler's childhood, even if she does not associate in with them. Not too dissimilar from dissociated personalities and how we treat our own childhood.

Nori and Camden never met in game but I would like to think they would have been good friends and had a mutual annoyance for Tyler. Alas that never came to be.

When Honoria was exiled from Arcadia she took flight with the meager possessions she had and Titles she could save from the bet she lost. She needed to hide and ended up in Eorzea rather than any of the realms she was familiar with. In FFXIV Fae are able to slip between realms without issue so this is not too big a stretch. We headcanon the Seelie Castle as co-existing in all realms and only being visible in places attuned to the mana/aether as Il Mheg is.

When she selected her disguise she thought of Camden, the only positive female role model in her previous life. Camden took very good care of Tyler and the positive regard bled into Tyler's counterpart.

Plus Camden serves as a model for "what Tyler would look like if he were femme" in Nori's mind and she didn't want to masc up. Probably something about being played by a transgender woman. Who knows?

We actually have an incomplete novella (about 50k words) of her becoming entangled in the supernal World of Darkness plot instead of her brother. In that book she becomes entwined with the Changeling community in Chicago, just to show that in that World of Darkness canon any person bearing the name Dawn would end up tied up in the Fae plot.

Anyway, all of this is to say that "Lady Dawn" is Nori using a glamour charm to disguise herself as a lady version of the human she shares a soul with (with the physical design modeled after her older sister).

Final thing to say before ending the post is that at the table there was a refrain of "god damn it Tyler" (his tag, even) because he was a gullible fool who got taken advantage of. This evolved into a joke of how both Camden and Honoria were "cursed" by the name of Dawn and it made them gullible fools too.

Honoria, no matter what form she takes, cannot shake the Assigned Dawn by Birth damnations.

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Sidenote. This is the first time we've felt bold enough to share artwork drawn by our former tablemates and we're still not sure how ethical it is, given they are no longer in our life. Will delete on request.