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bombuni · 1 year ago

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Please I LOVE your puppy yunho drabbles 😭😭

Would love to hear your thoughts on puppy yeo 👉🏻👈🏻 I have such a soft spot for this boy but it's so hard to find yeo content 🫠

(possibly how yunho would respond to MC getting another puppy? Not sure if you write poly or not so no pressure!)

-lyra

contains: nsfw, puppy!yunho (in my head he’s a retriever hybrid) puppy!yeosang (doberman duhhh) switch!yeosang (but he’s really dom-leaning in this), switch!yunho, fem!reader, breeding, threesome, biting kink, voyeurism (kinda)

minors dni

I WENT A LITTLE OVERBOARD BUT. i. Thought this idea was so hot. thank u for even asking this bc OMFFG. And Dw I will write enough Yeosang fics to feed the UNIVERSE!!!!

Yunho’s not too happy about having a new guy in the house. He’s much quieter, pushing Yunho’s attempts at conversation away as if he’s too good for him. His nervous eyes follow his every move and his frost-colored, cropped ears pin his location wherever he is.

You swear he’s sweet to you. And Yunho’s seen it, he is. He sits next to you voluntarily, actually has conversations with you, touches you fleetingly.

You tell Yunho it’s only for a couple days. That Yeosang’s owner was traveling, and he needed a place to stay in the meantime. Yunho’s glad to hear it’s temporary, now cheerily spouting hello’s at Yeosang any time he sees him (still ignored.)

Yunho’s not too worried when you leave them alone to run errands one day. Of course he doesn’t want to part from you, but he understands the need for alone time. He doesn’t protest when you leave, but the door slamming shut and the silence that follows makes his stomach drop.

Gosh, sometimes he doesn’t realize how much he really needs and craves you. It’s like his body is so used to having you 24/7, the sudden departure just causes him to wilt and deflate. He sits on the couch, away from Yeosang, somberly. His chin rests in his hands, blankly watching the TV and counting the seconds until you get home.

Yeosang notices. He doesn’t want to say anything, but Yunho’s pouty lips are making something inside him stir. To Yeosang, Yunho is just a pestering pup. Always yapping and annoyingly sweet. He’s not used to being around someone as endearing as him, and he’s mad he’s falling for his tricks. Yunho subconsciously whines while he watches the clock, so used to you listening to his every beck and call.

“Quiet,” Yeosang mumbles, trying to comfort him, “She’ll be back soon.”

Yunho had almost forgotten about Yeosang. He rolls his eyes, “What do you care? You’re just a meanie,”

Yeosang snorts at the nickname, “I don’t. You’re just annoying.”

Yunho takes that as his sign to push more buttons, suddenly throwing himself onto the couch and laying his head onto Yeosang’s lap, “I’m soooo bored, Yeosangie, let’s do something.”

Yeosang grumbles, but makes no move to leave, “Get off of me, mutt,”

Yunho laughs at that, “You’re one to talk,” he stretches his arms casually, as if this is an everyday occurrence, “Why don’t you make me?”

Yeosang stews for a few seconds, pouting to himself because of his predicament. Yunho has forgotten the whole thing, back to watching the boring program selling pretty diamond earrings.

Ah. That reminds him of something.

Yeosang’s hand crawls sneakily from his side to Yunho’s head, making no sound before harshly pulling on one of Yunho’s brown, floppy ears. A yelp comes out of Yunho as his head follows Yeosang’s directions, the sound turning into an embarrassed moan.

Yunho flushes at that. He’s embarrassed because he thought the only one who could pull those noises out of him were you. He feels like a slut for wanting more.

Yeosang is smirking cockily down at him, a smaller blush on his face, but his hand remains on Yunho’s ear, “See? Dirty mutt,”

Yunho’s cock stirs at that. He enjoys the game of punishment, and his voice trembles in anticipation, “‘M not-“

The door suddenly unlocks and it blurs the lines between what’s happening and you. He’s excited at the thought of you finding him like this. He wants to prove to you both what a good boy he can be.

You turn once your bags are put away and Yeosang watches in real time as the perverted smile on your face grows when you process what’s happening.

“My sweet puppy, what did you do to Yeosangie?” You coo at Yunho, leaning on the arm of the couch with a sweet smile.

You’re so sweet and soft and it makes Yunho want to explode on the spot, “N-nothing-“

Yeosang tugs at Yunho again, “That’s a lie.”

You tsk, your hand coming up to trace Yunho’s jawline and god, he really wanted you to touch him already, but that’s not enough. It’s never enough.

“I’m sorry for my puppy’s misbehavior,” you turn to Yeosang, “I think just for that, he doesn’t get to cum.”

Yunho’s eyes widen at that, “B-but I’m good! I’m being a good puppy!”

Both you and Yeosang give him an incredulous look and he knows there’s no way he’s winning. He hardly does with just you.

He whines pitifully, but he sits back and shuts his mouth in obedience. He knows he’s winning with you when you give him another soft, lovesick smile. But, Yeosang just stares.

Before Yunho can say anything, Yeosang is pulling you into his lap and marking you as his own. His lips trail from your jaw to your collarbone, back to your mouth. It’s intoxicating, watching you both lose yourselves to each other. Yeosang licks a stripe between your neck and shoulder and it sends a shiver down Yunho’s spine.

The room is suddenly too hot for Yunho, his hands and skin yearning, burning to feel any sort of touch from either of you. But, it never comes. He sits, whines, and watches as Yeosang keeps his tongue down your throat. He can’t help it when one of his hands flies down to his aching cock, trying to soothe the urge to pound you until you’re full. Like he usually does.

Yeosang sees out of the corner of his eye, “Don’t.”

Yunho’s eyes brim with tears. He’s shaking, trembling, fucking aching, to feel something (you) and he’s being denied. He can’t take it. To rub salt into the wound, Yeosang bites down on the same spot on your neck he licked, making direct eye contact with Yunho. You moan and thrash against Yeosang, your hiss of pleasure and pain hitting Yunho’s nerves like it’s him who’s being bitten.

“S-sangie,” your tone is all too familiar, needy and desperate and ready to be fucked dumb by his leaking cock. Yunho wants to, needs to, run to you and fill you up already, but Yeosang won’t let him.

Yeosang pulls your pants down hastily and as soon as your garments off, your sweet smell fills the room. It’s something Yunho will never get used to and something Yeosang is now newly addicted to.

Yunho doubles over at the intoxicating smell, his heightened senses making it just about x100 worse for him, “Please, I just wanna- please let me-“

Yeosang pushes Yunho off the couch, forcing him to sit besides your head and watch as Yeosang’s cock finally enters you. God, you’re wet and creaming on his cock as soon as he fills you to the hilt. Yunho can’t stop watching as your pussy sucks Yeosang in time and time again, even if he’s throbbing in pain because of it. It’s something he can’t look away from.

Your tits bounce against Yeosang’s harsh thrusts, both of your moans mixing and making a song Yunho won’t forget. You turn to look at Yunho, all fucked out, and your hand comes out to Yunho like a beacon of light. He groans lowly when he finally, finally feels the relief of your hand scratching behind his ears. It feels too good, too appeasing, too delightful to have your approval again that he almost wants to cry.

Yeosang keeps fucking you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, “What a pervert, fucking leaking everywhere,” Yunho nods feverishly against your hand, not ashamed of the wet spot forming on his sweatpants, “Why don’t you come play with her while I fuck her then?”

Yunho wastes no time in leaning over you and finding his way to your clit. Long fingers spread your juices over you, already familiar with the way you tick. His forefingers rub at your center feverishly, mouth agape and eyes trained on Yeosang’s cock pistoning into you.

You moan and thrash against Yunho’s fingers, all of the attention on you is too overwhelming. Too good.

“Sh-shit,” Yeosang feels you tightening up against him, driving him to fuck you even harder to fill your sweet hole up faster. His voice passes through you like a thunderstorm, soft but fierce with an underlying, dangerous current.

Yunho smirks up at Yeosang, fingers still continuing their quick pace, “You gonna cum? Hmm? Feel how fucking tight she gets?” Yeosang’s hips stutter, his hands shaking against your skin, and god, he doesn’t want this to end, but he really, really wants to take you all for himself and fill you so everyone knows you’re his.

Yunho leans up to Yeosang, hot breath fanning against his ear and sending chills down his spine when his gentle hand runs along the fur of it, “Go on. She wants it all,” the retriever turns to you, “Don’t you, pup?”

You nod but Yeosang doesn’t take that for an answer, “Tell me how bad you want my pups,”

Your hands tremble against Yeosang, “S-so bad, Sangie, please, want you to fill me up.”

The idea of you swollen and heavy with their pups spurs them on. They both let out a shaky breath, before Yeosang fucks you harder than ever before and Yunho leans up to take all of your moans for himself. You can feel his hips grinding against the couch, the wet spot on his pants growing bigger and bigger. He’s your desperate, needy boy like always.

The sight of Yunho desperately and dumbly rocking his hips against whatever he can find and your tits bouncing is almost too much for Yeosang. He whines as he bottoms out inside you, his hips against yours attempting to reach the deepest part of you. You feel him coating your insides white, twitching inside of you as Yunho coos praise at you.

Yeosang is leaking out of you and there’s still more coming. You start to think he might’ve actually filled you to your capacity. Your body’s too hot now, looking down at Yeosang’s cock still balls-deep in you.

Yunho kisses the dreamy look off your face, “Such a good pup, milking Sangie for all he’s got,” his fingers card through your hair, “Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Sangie.” Your voice is trembling. Yeosang pulls out of you and the whine he lets out is completely involuntary. The sight of your cream-covered pussy is enough to get him ready for another round. He can’t get enough of you now, and he realizes why Yunho can’t be away from you for even one day.

You pipe up suddenly, “Yun, you didn’t get to-“

His tail wags frighteningly fast, “Oh no, I did. Twice.”

It’s hard having two insatiable beings tied to you, but you make it work.

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letmeliveinelfhame · 4 months ago

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Every day, every night

Nice to meet you! ♡ Caitlyn ♡ she/her ♡ 18 ♡ August 9th ♡ British ♡ bun mum to Toffee (🩵), Fudge (🩷) and heavenly Angel (🕊🩷) ♡ Dain's wife and princess ♡ Cardan's therapy buddy ♡ Balekin's favourite sister in law ♡ owner of a TFOTA shrine (as seen below cut) ♡ special edition book collector ♡ i-dle stan ♡ Stitch enthusiast ♡

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bunniesanddeer · 1 year ago

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My Little Light: Part One

This is a request! From @animeloveruwu1234

Alrighty, thank you!:)<3 So, I wanted to ask for a fluff request for Alastor x light! female doe reader meets him because her light shadow(I don’t know what to call it🙂‍↕️) likes his shadow. She meets him and gets so shy around him that it gets to the point that she faints every time he comes around her. Just toothrotting fluff!!:)

So this is actually part one of three! Sorry, I intended it to be two parts, but it was running longer than I was expecting. Part one is from MC's POV, Part two is Alastor, and Part three is smut, with no plot, so no one is going to miss anything if they can't/or don't like to read smut. :)

Pairing: Alastor x Doe!Reader

Warnings: Reader passes out twice, super early set up, next part focuses on fluff!

Word Count: 1,877

You slipped between demons on the busy sidewalk, twisting yourself this way and that way. You watched your little light friend stretch herself across the cracked pavement, flat expression twisting up in joy. With a smile, you followed her whims without much thinking, and found yourself in a calmer section of downtown. The strange being flattened across the wall beside you, and her eyes crinkled.

If anyone had asked you, when you were alive, how you would feel about a two-dimensional figure made of light, that acted like a shadow, following you everywhere in Hell, you would have been quite confused. Even now, after having lived in Hell for a few years, you didn’t completely understand your companion, or how she came to be. She could separate from you, leaving you entirely shadowless, but you still had some control over her. The light-shadow was autonomous, and yet you knew if you told her to do something, she would. You had taken to calling her Lyra in your head.

You leaned against the building, and watched her form flicker about as something caught her attention. Your ear twitched, and you watched hers follow suit. Suddenly, her shape wavered, and her head flipped in the other direction. Her excitement was evident in the way she suddenly stretched her body across the ground, and reached flat claws across the road, pointing at something you couldn’t see. With a small sigh, you push off from the wall, and make your way across the road.

“Whatever could have your attention,” you huff. Your head turns in each direction as you follow her pointing claws. Your ears swivel and twitch. Something in you is suddenly on high alert, and yet Lyra urges you to keep going. “If I get torn apart, I blame you entirely. You’ll get ignored for a week after I reform.”

Lyra ignores you, and crawls up a wall beside the door to a tailor shop. Her sharp grin stretches farther, and she keeps her eyes locked on the door.

“What are you doing? What’s got you so worked up?” You take a look around, and nothing seems out of the ordinary. And then your ears catch it; the subtle sound of static. Your heart starts pounding. You know what that sound means.

He had disappeared shortly before you landed in Hell, but the scary posters and warnings you constantly got from other sinners let you know to be wary. And then he had suddenly reappeared in the company of the princess six months ago. You had heard his voice on the radio, of course. Who hadn’t? His broadcasts were impossible to ignore. He had a charming voice and the kind of charisma that made him hard to forget. And that static. It followed his voice, his very presence like a heavy fog, blanketing everything around him. That thought clicked, and you realized what was going to happen only moments before it did.

The door to the tailor shop opened, a twinkling bell following the motion, and out stepped Alastor, The Radio Demon. You turned a harsh gaze to Lyra, who wasn’t even looking at the demon, but at his feet. You followed her gaze for only a second, and saw a writhing black shape in his shadow. With haste, you whipped your gaze away, and turned around, hoping that if you didn’t look at him, he wouldn’t notice you.

With heaving breaths you tried to focus yourself, and walk away, but Lyra squirmed, frowning at you. She clawed at the ground, and warped her form to gather closer to where you knew Alastor was still standing. Suddenly she tugged harshly, chasing something you couldn’t see, and pulled you with her. You didn’t know she could do that! At the tug, your hooves struggled to make contact with the ground, and you started to tumble backwards.

“Ahh!” You let out a harsh cry, and internally braced for hitting the harsh concrete. Instead, however, you were caught by warm, sturdy arms. You let out a huff, and went to thank the person. You looked up and said, “Ah, thank you-” and finally caught the gaze of your savior. Alastor. Alastor The Radio Demon. Alastor The Radio Demon just caught you. Holy shit. Your eyes widen, and your ears pin back. “Oh,” you mutter, and the world goes black.

Your hearing comes back to you first. Two voices are whispering to each other, and the gruffer voice’s volume picks up just enough for you to hear, “-you have to admit that it’s suspicious. You know he has been acting strange ever since he came back from licking his wounds. Why would he suddenly help some rando-”

The other voice, lighter and with a twinge of something like hope, responds, “I don’t know, Vaggie, but isn’t this a good sign? When was the last time he did something without being prompted? Something that wasn’t obviously for his own gain?”

You hear the other person sigh, and it is then that you decided to try and peel your eyes open. It takes several blinks to get used to the redness of the room. Eventually, your sight clears, and you search the room for the people who were just talking. Across from you, on a couch much like the one you’re lying on, are two women. One has gray hair, and is looking up at who you immediately recognize as Princess Charlie.

“Uh, hello?” You call, trying to gather their attention. Charlie turns her head wickedly fast, and her face is split by a happy smile as she hops up from the couch.

“Oh yay! You’re awake!” You gather yourself, sitting up and removing your legs from the couch as you watch her nearly hop in her excitement. “I have so many questions, but first! Are you okay? Al said you passed out.”

At the mention of Alastor, the blood drains from your face. You are absolutely not okay, but it also seems that he helped you after your embarrassing debacle earlier, so you just whisper, “Uh, I’m okay.”

She squeaks, and then sits next to you. “So, how’d you meet Alastor? He was super vague!”

“Honestly?” You take a glance at the other woman, who has her arms folded, and is watching with a wary gaze. “I was walking down the street, following my companion, and she dragged me over to this tailor. I wasn’t really thinking about much, but then out comes Alastor!” You throw up your arms, disbelief lacing your tone. “And she’s just kicking and clawing her way over towards him, and she trips me! And then he caught me. And I passed out as soon as I made eye contact.”

You rub at your head, shame filling you, rising with the heat in your face. You feel so silly.

Charlie lets out a little giggle, and then asks, “Where’s this companion?”

You purse your lips, then take a glance at the women again. They’re fine, probably. Right? You internally shrug, and then wave your hand; out pops Lyra, her white form shimmering across the carpet.

“What the hell,” the other woman says. She gives you a strange look. “Do all deer demons have these? Alastor has the same damn thing, it just looks like an actual shadow.”

You frown. Someone else had this kind of companion? Alastor had this kind? Confusion floods you, so you give Lyra a curious glance. She responds with a simple toothy grin. “Is that why you were chasing him?”

Lyra’s shape flickers and warbles. She grins wider. Holy shit. She tripped you, trying to hit up another fucking shadow. What the hell. “What the fuck, Lyra.” Her shoulders and grin shake, in a mockery of laughter. You roll your eyes, waving your hand, and she disappears.

With a palm to your head, you mutter to yourself. “What the hell is my life. Please tell me this won’t happen again.” You look up at Charlie, sheepishly. “Please tell Alastor I said thanks. I’m gonna go to my apartment and hide there for forever.” You stand and whip your pants awkwardly. “Thanks again. It was, uh, nice to meet you. Bye.”

You waver on weak legs, and go to leave the strange sitting area, when you hear him.

“Well, dear, why don’t you tell me yourself?” He’s sitting at the bar you failed to notice before. One ankle is propped on the other knee, and he’s holding a newspaper. His gaze finds yours, a sly smile on his face.

In shock, you let out a bleat, and collapse.

Alastor’s smile shrink, just a touch, and he turns his gaze to the two women that are conscious. “As you can see, I had nothing to do with that.”

Later that day, you’re propped up on the couch, and Alastor is leering at you from the accent chair across from you. His smile is wide and smug, and his eyes don’t stray from your form. His shadow companion, the one Lyra might’ve been chasing, is flickering in and out of view behind him. Its smile is just as wide, and it sends shivers down your spine. Every once in a while, the static that surrounds Alastor, something your brain struggles to understand, even in Hell, surges. Your ears prick and swivel every time, and it’s starting to give you a headache.

The two of you spend a time merely staring at each other. Your chest aches at the idea of trying to speak up. There are a lot of factors contributing to this, but you really don’t know what to say to the Overlord, especially Alastor. He’s just so intimidating, and you’re, well, you. Charlie and Vaggie are sitting on the other couch, whispering to each other. You can just barely hear them talking, but it’s drowned out by Alastor’s presence.

You gulp down the spit that is slowly accumulating in your mouth, and then your mouth feels far too dry. The cotton feeling makes you scrunch up your face, and you force your eyes to wander to the strange circus themed patterns on the wallpaper. Alastor’s eyes are too much.

Lyra takes the near silence as an opportunity to pop up. She slithers her form over to Alastor’s shadow, and you watch on in horror. You desperately want to say something, especially as Alastor’s eyebrows raise in surprise. Lyra doesn’t even look back at you as she reaches her hands out to the shadow, and grabs. Alastor’s shadow makes a strange noise, and it makes you shrink in on yourself. Alastor is gonna kill you. You had never expected to get any attention from an Overlord, and now one, (that was so similar to you, something you’d been searching for), was going to kill you.

“Aw. It seems our little companions like each other,” He says, instead. Your eyes widen, and you stare in shock. “Well, my dear, it seems we will just have to spend more time together.”

He looks like that cat that caught the canary, and your mind is on high alert. There has to be more to this, and you aren't sure how to feel. But then his smile softens, and you can’t help but feel excited. Where will The Radio Demon lead you?

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Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it! I will have the next part out soon, and some of my other works to follow, or just before. We had some shenanigans occur today, so I'm a little bummed. I'll try and get it done thugh, no worries!

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reminiscentreader · 1 year ago

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get ready to get controversial with me!! (I’m just showing you guys my unpopular tig opinions jk there not very controversial)

people need to accept that Jennifer has moved on from the og characters and that series, she’s started a new series and it makes me so angry when people get annoyed that there’s been nothing about the og characters, like it’s a new series??! Get that through your head

the reason Grayson is still a mc is because he still has so many things he hasn’t resolved and it was clear in the brothers Hawthorne that jlb had a plot line ready for him, otherwise she wouldn’t of included Eve and Lyra.

lyra haters are stupid SORRY YALL 💀 “how can you say that her and Grayson are going to end up together you don’t even know her?!?” Ok and how can you say you hate you hate her for the same reason.

same as team Graysons (the ones who are still team Grayson I’m talking about by the way) in the most respectful way possible shut the fuck up, Avery and Jameson are the perfect couple get over it.

people who hate on Grayson because of the way he acted in tig are also dumb like it’s not like he stayed evil and still constantly berates Avery 💀 it’s called a character arc.

same goes for Jameson actually, people who hate on Jameson because he saw Avery as a game cannot be fr like there’s no way

Jennifer’s characters are not flat, imo they are some of the most complex characters I’ve ever read, also if you hate on her writing get the fuck out.

eve doesn’t ever deserve to be forgiving, I don’t care she had a bad past, she literally went up to Grayson, told him she was gonna jump off a cliff if he didn’t give her the usb, and then proceeded to tell him “you already have Emily’s blood on your hands, do you really want mine aswell?” If you think that’s forgivable ur delusional

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Don’t cancel me yall please!!! 🌷🌷🌷💗💗💗🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🫶🫶🫶

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anarinoa · 2 months ago

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THE NEWEST RESIDENT OF EASTHAVEN

My Main Character OC for the amazing IF @thelonelyshore-if

Name: Lyra Moon (No Nickname)

Age: Mid-Twenties

Pronouns: She/Her

Occupation: Journalist

Appearance: Lyra Moon is a short woman with wavy waist-length black hair worn loose, Ivory skin and brown eyes.

Personality: FRIENDLY | GENUINE | TIMID | RECKLESS | SKEPTIC

Friendly: Lyra works hard to be perceived as pleasant, to Willow's entertainment. She has sharp features and often her face at rest reads as intimidating. Willow tells her she has the vibes of "someone who can swallow a man whole for looking at her wrong", everyone else says she just has a bad case of RBF.

Genuine: Not to say that Lyra doesn't possess a glib bone in her body, but part of the deal with being journalist is being frank. There's intention in her words, blunt they may be.

Timid: Lyra is not usually aggressive. She meets conflict with firm words and usually seeks to deescalate than fight about it head on. Easthaven as thrown her off kilter in a way that she's never experienced before, it's hard to be confident and assured when you're so clearly out of your depth.

Reckless: Lyra likes to think she's cautious but seeing Willow out in the lake had her throwing herself headfirst into the lake with little thought about how to haul both of them back to shore while a storm raged on. Needless to say, Lyra is prone to act first when it comes to the people she loves. There's also her curiosity. Lyra is inclined to jump into a situation if it meant she could gather information.

Skeptic: It's not that Lyra is a true skeptic of the supernatural. Like Willow, she's always been inclined to the strange and mystical ways of the world. It's just that she doesn't jump to that explanation as easily. Lyra's curiosity and inquisitiveness make her a good journalist, but also makes her question everything that people in Easthaven consider to be normal.

Traits & Skills

Uncoordinated (Low Tough Skill)

Charismatic (High Charisma Skill)

Strange (High Weird Skill)

Sensible (Average Smarts Skill)

Levelheaded (Average Composure Skill)

Adaptable (Average Cunning Skill)

Magic: Precognition/Clairvoyance

Lyra [sees visions of possible futures--sometimes far in advance, sometimes only seconds in the future. They can use this information to act and to do their best to fix things before they break. The weight of what might be is a heavy one, though, and being able to see the future doesn't always mean you can change it.]**

Lyra has her first vision when she and Ravi were about to violently crash into the end of a tree-cave. Initially she wanted to dismiss it as her imagination being too high on adrenaline at that moment, but it slowly begins to be undeniable.

Sometimes, she wonders if a part of her has always known about this ability. Willow used to tell her she was more reliable than the weather reports, always looking to her to see if he needed to bring an umbrella today. There was never a day he had to go home drenched or had been made to carry an umbrella uselessly. There's more than one instance of her reminding Willow or their parents about something they forgot or might encounter and proving to be right.

Willow called her psychic, an oracle, asking her how she always just knows. Lyra would smirk, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

**--From @/thelonelyshore-if, when asked about the distinct magics MCs can have. https://www.tumblr.com/thelonelyshore-if/759001835459805184/question-for-you-my-liege-can-you-give-us-more?source=share

Willow was the younger brother with his head in the clouds. Free, like dandelions blown in the wind.

Lyra was the dependable older sister, steadfast and fluid like water.

Growing up together, Willow was always known as "Lyra's little brother" around school. At first he didn't mind, he was always proud to be Lyra's brother, nobody ever messed with him. But that got pretty old whenever people introduced him and then said "His sister's really cool!" or "This is Willow, his sister's like, really hot". It's not as if he didn't have his own friends or anything, he just hated how quickly people stuck him in that box. He's talked about it with Lyra before. Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder if part of his wanderlust was the desire to get as far away from her shadow as possible. But then he always finds his way back to her and they pick up right where they leave off.

Willow is frustrated that Lyra tries so hard to hide the parts of herself that he loves the most. How she makes herself softer and more palatable to people. But then there are the moments they share when their eyes meet, the brief smile or rolling of eyes whenever someone talks to her and sees only the projection she set out in the world. Willow loves the fact that he's the only person who sees her.

Willow knows to send Lyra signs of life in a semi-regular basis or else she'll go insane. He sends her pictures or precarious sleeping situations, fun sights and weird midnight musings. There's very little he doesn't tell her, whether it's crystals or a practice that he picked up, there's little judgement to be found with Lyra. She knows him, she sees him.

During the stormy night in the lake after Lyra furiously threw herself into the lake's embrace to get to him, the last thing she saw was Willow on the shore. She wonders if he chased after her, if he's somewhere at the bottom of the lake, tossed by the storm, imprisoned by the weeds.

She would do anything to make her way back to him.

RELATIONSHIP WITH THE ROs

Jaylen "Jay" Jones: Finds his presence comforting, but is a bit miffed about how he and Ravi explained the situation to her. Feels a kinship to him since he has the look of someone just trying to hold on to the people he loves.

Ravi Singh: Initially found him to be nice, if not a bit off-putting. Hates the fact that he just looks like he knows what's happening. Logically she knows he likely doesn't know as much as anyone else in town that's in the know, but something about him makes Lyta want to crack his head open just to see what's inside. (One of the top contenders for RO.)

Beck Dawn: Very thankful for the fact that they were so friendly to her at breakfast, and really loves their motorcycle. Beck and Perri was Lyra's first real taste of what normal is in Easthaven.

Perri Loveless: Too used to Willow to think badly of him, in fact, being with Perri hurts sometimes because he reminds her of Willow, but Willow is a lot more self-assured to ever shrink into himself like Perri does. Likes to listen to his radio show, calls him "Voice of Easthaven" in exchange for him giving her the moniker "The Lady of the Lake"

Yasmin Bakir-King: Lyra becomes a bit of a fixture in the Library, so the friendship blossoms from there. Joins in on Yasmin and Croft's gossip sessions. Finds Yasmin to be a bit of a grounding force compared to everything else in town.

Amir Croft: Lyra's a huge fan of his books but doesn't admit it since she correctly clocked that he wouldn't like that that much. Occasionally slips and reminds him of a lore detail that's so obcure even he forgot about it but will leave before he can call her out on it. Lyra was investigating his disappearance before coming to the cabin. Lyra is immensely comforted by the fact that someone else in town know the world beyond Easthaven. (The other top contender for RO.)

THE LADY OF THE LAKE

"…She was just there. I personally thought she was like--a ghost lady wearing white, or something, but when she got closer, it was just a nightdress. She told my dad that there was gonna be a storm and that the waters would get choppy. My dad just scoffed--he's been fishing since he was a little boy, and honestly I did too cause the water was calm and the sky was clear. Half an hour later my dad and I capsized and drank up half the lake trying to swim back. It happened a couple more times until my dad eventually just looked out in the direction of the lake house seeing if she would signal that it wasn't safe to go every time he wanted to fish."

"Well, nice to see Easthaven now has it's very own 'Lady of the Lake' looking out for us!…"

-An excerpt from Perri's radio show when a caller called in about an encounter with Lyra

A DAY IN THE LIFE

Lyra would take a job in Easthaven as a journalist at the Easthaven Herald to pay for the lake house.

Would oscillate between throwing herself into her job and just hanging out at the lake.

Would spend the weekends testing the boundaries of Easthaven with Croft.

Would try to follow in Croft's example of not integrating into the town, but would fail because she needs people in her life.

Takes a bike around town, too scared of cars to get into one for a while after the incident.

Takes up journaling to detail her life before Easthaven, grateful for Croft for his methods.

Would sleeptalk ominous information about the future (Would be so fun for an RO to be woken up at the middle of the night and hear this)

A good artist, tries to draw something from back home at least once a day in conjunction with the journaling. Willow, her parents, landmarks from the way to work, etc.

Will unconsciously draw creepy depictions of events that have yet to occur.

Starts a comic strip at the Easthaven Herald.

#the lonely shore #the lonely shore if #thelonelyshore #Interactive Fiction #OC #MC #This is stupidly long lmao #I spent way too much time on this #The only reason the faceclaim is Seulgi is because I was blasting 28 reasons while playing #Then I saw the photoshoot and WOAH #I love characters with precognition #Willow: “So you're like that's so raven now?”#Honestly haven't decided who to romance yet #Top contenders are Ravi and Croft #Love seeing the fact that Willow would hate them from the asks lmao #Just love the idea of this woman holding vigil at the lake #Warning away fishermen from unassuming storms #no visual indication of magic #I just think the mental strain of seeing and knowing the future is the horror #The Cassandra vibes lmao #There's gonna be a scenario where the ROs don't listen to an MC with clairvoyance #And Lyra will tear her hair out

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What original lore have you written/planned for your fic? What part are you most excited to write/share with readers? 💛

Thank you so much for the ask! In my fic Shadow consumes the Sun, there are two fundamental aspects that diverge from HP canon, which then snowball into their own consequences:

The wizarding world started separating from the muggle world during the Renaissance and developed their own unique culture. This means, instead of being a ‘younger sibling always a few years behind’ the progress of the muggle world, the wizarding world is rather a ‘cousin’ with their own attributes.

(Traditional European) Wizarding beliefs are intrinsically tied to magic (which ties to the blood and the soul). It is their religion. Magic is viewed as the highest form of power. And because both witches and wizards have magic, it is the fundamental belief that magical women (and men) have power over their own bodily autonomy.

How this affects the world:

The most obvious way to see this is in Chapter 10: Blood Rite, where the traditionalist Slytherin House celebrates Samhain with a ritual that calls to Death, and the first years (+ MC Anesidora) are officially welcomed into the House after learning the unofficial rules.

That chapter also shows wizards having their own death customs! But honestly this fic’s wizarding world is a mix of celtic holidays, Renaissance window dressing, and classical Roman/Greek buzzwords.

Within mythology, witchcraft has such a strong relationship with women’s empowerment that I really try to strengthen the presence of female characters (Miriam, Anne, Isidora), despite the story focusing around a straight relationship and having a male villain and having a male mentor (Professor Fig)...

In contrast to Victorian England, witches have greater control of their life and sexuality. (There are edge cases where this is not true.) I mention a little bit of that culture clash and how it fuels pureblood prejudice. It’s not a main topic of my story, but I do have to touch upon it since I’m exploring pureblood culture in general. Well, as much as I can from the perspective of a girl in a boarding school.

Speaking of which, since Rookwood is a pureblood he has the power of the law on his side. His relationship with MC Anesidora is not immediately hostile.

In general, relationships beyond the ones among the main three characters are important in this setting. The wizarding community + Hogwarts populace is very small and everyone knows everyone. Slytherin House is a tight-knit group that tries to get along because they think it’s them against the world.

Even Ominis, the most isolated of the trio, still has social connections in his cousin, Lyra Black. They aren’t buddies lol but Lyra’s presence gives insight into the softer characteristics of being a traditional(-ish) pureblood.

Oh, I nearly forgot: Ancient Magic doesn’t exist… just kidding. Or not. Anesidora’s power is heightened magical sensitivity and control, which emulates the abilities of ancient magic in the game. The reason for suddenly having that ability is due to transmigration (which is lowkey a thread that I quickly get over…).

Anesidora’s ability is required to get to the repository (which is hidden and not in the Keeper’s Chamber), but it is also a (maternally) inheritable ability. Again, magic is strongly linked with blood.

In fact, most magical talents can be passed down through sharing blood or sharing a soul (Harry Potter’s parseltongue ability). Ancient pureblood Houses will have their own ‘family magic’. However, the truly unique magical traits (Metamorphmagi, Parselmouths, Seers, etc) originate from having interbred with a non-witch/wizard magical creature.

The traditionalist northern European origin myth of magic is that non-magical humans intermixed with the fae and thus the first witches and wizards were created. Does this mean the purebloods are lowkey hypocrites in their blood supremacy? Yeah.

Other background details:

Miriam Fig is alive.

Goblins actually have lives, struggles, and goals outside of being cartoonishly evil enemies against schoolchildren. Offscreen, they manage to win some political rights.

Hogwarts Valley is an all-wizarding region and there are various all-wizarding pockets in London.

Hogwarts follows the Harry Potter books class schedule and has many electives. I plan on showing some of these at the end of the year as NEWT final projects.

Crossed Wands is a thrice a year event and Ominis shows off his dueling skills! (Since he’s been exposed to much more violent situations, he doesn’t blink twice at playfight children’s duels (it would be hard to participate in DADA otherwise).)

There’s like 6+ lesbian characters. They aren’t often mentioned in the story, but there sure are a lot lol

Worldbuilding posts I plan to make:

LGBT presence in the wizarding world (Release date: Pride month)

Pureblood ideology, escalation, and conflict

Gaunt lineage, cultural transformation, and generational trauma

Ominis headcanons

#writeblood writing #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy headcanon #hogwarts legacy headcanons #hogwarts legacy #i say im a yapper but really im a ravenclaw #the world is not prepared for the dissertation i will make about pureblood politics

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