#nickname is fledgling

[cardinal-crossing]

Started playing with @evtraininguniversity and @may-tine , and it’s been super fun!

This doodle is of EVTU!

Also bonus comic under the cut featuring EVTU, Ma-Tine, and myself!

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Grim Reaper

Male Yandere x Bimbo Fem!Reader || possible light dub/noncon, jerking off, fingering, sex toys, stalking, voyeurism.

A Grim Reaper has been following you around since childhood, bringing you back to life every time you die. But one foolish mistake has him finally revealing himself to you

Yandere!Grim Reaper first met you when the two of you were young. He was only a fledgling Reaper and you were actually his first job. He had been watching you all day, watching you float through life so utterly clueless about everything around you. It was cute… and it would be your demise.

While playing out in the yard you accidentally throw your ball too hard and it rolls onto the road. Like a brainless little pup you go prancing right off the sidewalk, completely unaware of the car zooming down the street.

Seeing you so sweet and happy one minute and now seeing your soul slowly float out of your body causes something to churn in his stomach, his frown deepening. This wasn’t right, you were only his age. There was so much life to live.

So before your soul can completely detach from your form he rushes over and just kinda… pushes it back in. His head jerking from side-to-side as if someone was around to catch him.

Of course, the minute you pop back up, completely ignoring the frantic shouts of the driver, you get up and grab your ball like nothing even happened. Assuring the driver and heading back into the yard to play. He stares after you with his mouth agape.

What was he going to do now? He had broken the rules for you. Did the unthinkable. Now he had other jobs to do, but you were kinda… dumb. He couldn’t just leave you, you’d surely stumble onto another accident soon with how you were going about. No, he had to stay with you. Watch over you and keep you safe. That was his new job.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he may have felt physically unable to leave your side. The thought of not seeing you so joyful and full of life every day creating an unbearable ache in his chest. He needed you as much as you needed him.

And it’s a good thing he stayed too, his previous statement coming true as over the years, now well into your college career, you stumble upon accident after accident. Where he’d have to come over and slam your soul back into your body before you went on without a care. That’s how he liked you after all.

He’d lost track of how many times you’ve technically died. You were a regular at your closest hospital, friends with all the staff. A medical marvel they called you. None of them knowing it was because of him— because of how much he loved you even from the very first day you met. But you have seemed to take the nickname seriously, somehow growing more reckless with your life.

You thought yourself invincible. And perhaps in someway you were. He would not allow you to die and in fact, he may never.

But even he has a limit.

He stands in the corner of your bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest. Watching you intently as he always does while you prepare yourself for a nice soothing bath. He had to watch you. Danger could be lurking behind every corner, especially when it came to you.

So he didn’t exactly have a choice but to watch you in your dorm every day. It not being his fault his cock gets so hard every time, never able to resist fucking himself to the sight of you changing. Or keeping watch of you overnight as you sink your toys deep into your dripping cunt and he finds himself rutting against your bed in time with your thrusts, hovering over you. So close yet so far.

And even something like this now, watching you take a hot bath, was not uncommon for him. Hey, if he could slip in to take a shower with you every morning then watching you bathe was nothin’. It didn’t matter if you never have a clue he’s there, he’s just doing it to protect you after all. A silent observer.

You walk back into the bathroom and he perks up, spine straightening against the wall as you’re already shucking off your clothes. Throwing them carelessly across the tiled floor. Saliva pools in his mouth as you reveal your soft curvy body to him, yes, to him, with a painful slowness. Almost like you’re trying to tease him, torture him with what he desires most.

He pushes off the wall, hovering close to you as you throw your shirt off and reveal your drool-worthy breasts to him. And he has drooled. He’ll probably do it again. Maybe right now. Fuck, he wants to suck on your tits so bad. He shifts uncomfortably, his cock straining against its confines even in his loose-fitting robes.

It’s so easy to get lost in you and that sexy ass body, but when a smile that promises trouble lights up your face, it quickly snaps him out of his trance. He knows that look. He’s seen it every time just before you do something stupid and he has to bring you back to life.

You spin around and rush back into your room. He groans at the way your ass jiggles as you run, a shiver rolling through his body and making his cock twitch. Though he swears it instantly begins to deflate as you come waltzing back in with your electronic vibrator wand and its charger.

You’re not serious, are you? You not actually going to do this.

Though you quickly prove him wrong as you take a step into the tub, an excited giggle leaving you that nearly distracts him. Shaking his head to refocus, his brows furrow and his hands clench at their sides. This may just be a new low, even for you. No, he can’t let this happen, this is where he draws the line.

An idea so wicked forms in his head he almost banishes it. A smirk spreads across his lips and he knows it’s not going away. It’s time, he deserves this. And it’s the best way to protect you, he’s sure of it. This way he can keep you even more closely by his side. You won’t be able to get away from him for a minute. That thought is all the motivation he needs.

So as you bend over, oh so erotically, to plug in your vibrator wand, his hand snaps out to catch your wrist in his grip. Touching you, really touching you, for the first time. His cold dead heart flutters. You try and jerk back on instinct, a gasp pulling from deep within your chest. Your wide eyes snap up to meet his as he finally reveals himself to you. His smirk only widens at your reaction as if so utterly pleased with himself.

“Why don’t you let me take care of ya this time ‘round, yeah, little pup?”

[goose-books]

The Ghost of Christmas Past shows up and you’re like, “Ohhhhh for fuck’s sake,” but you’re in your childhood bedroom so it’s kind of on you. The ghost seems offended. She crosses her arms. She looks like you used to, with the pigtails.

“No way,” you say. “Don’t start.”

“I am the—”

“The Ghost of Christmas Past, I know, I know.” Because she looks like you, and it’s Christmas Eve, so what else. Your parents used to read you the story every year. Even when you were old enough to read on your own, it was better in your dad’s voice.

“You came home for your parents,” the ghost says, solemn. “It’s time to tell them.”

“No, like, ‘when you’re ready’?”

“You are ready,” she says, “or you wouldn’t have come back.”

Which is so stupid, because you weren’t on the moon, you were at college, and it’s only been two months of shots, you don’t even have a mustache. “Fucking leave me alone,” you say, so she does the ghost thing and takes you to a ten-years-ago Christmas. The living room. Your parents. Your fledgling self on the carpet with your stocking, the one you can’t look at anymore because when you were a baby your parents patiently hand-stitched the fucking name.

“Maybe they’ll make you a new one,” says the ghost.

“You don’t know that.” Bullshit ghost powers.

“You were happier back then. When they knew you.”

“Everyone was happier back then. It was, like, 2008.”

“There was a recession,” says the ghost.

“Shut up! Shut up!” You turn over in bed. For a second you expect to roll onto child-self-you curled up next to you. Probably crush the life out of her. You got good at that. It’s her bed, her room, pink covers, cat posters.

“This is so stupid, this Dickens thing,” you say. “I’m not even Christian anymore.”

“Tell your parents that second,” the ghost suggests.

“Oh my fucking God I’m not telling them anything can’t you go bother Jeff Bezos.”

“I’m just doing my job,” says the ghost, and vanishes.

#

The Ghost of Christmas Present has an acne problem. As soon as you open your eyes you say, “Oh my God,” and they say, “Hi,” and you say, “You better not be the fucking Ghost of Christmas Present,” and the Ghost of Christmas Present says, “I am.”

Which you knew.

“Why me?” you say, pink comforter bunched around your waist. “I didn’t do anything. Scrooge was mean to orphans.”

The Ghost of Christmas Present shrugs. “It’s the job.”

“Are you gonna show me my parents now?”

That makes them look kind of embarrassed.

“Well, don’t,” you say. If your parents are talking in the other room, huddled up conferencing with the lights off, you can’t hear it over the heater buzz. But you can guess what they’re saying: you went to school with a shitty pixie cut and worse eyeliner, and you came back with a real haircut and a permanent frown and a bunch of new friends you play sentence Twister to avoid pronouning. “I know they’re nice people, I got it. I’m just not ready.”

“It’s just—you’re kind of waiting for them to ask?” says the Ghost of Christmas Present. They scratch their face, where they have spectral sideburns coming in. “Your dad thinks you have a head cold. ‘Cause of your voice. But your mom’s starting to get it.”

You pull the covers over your head. “Cool, awesome, didn’t ask.”

“She isn’t going to ask,” the ghost says. “She wants you to tell her.”

You stick your middle finger out from underneath the covers. When you check, the room is empty again.

#

The Ghost of Christmas Future doesn’t say anything. Just looks at you. You look back. You probably have bedhead. You fixed your daytime wardrobe but your pajamas are still lacy and purple.

“How come you’re a man?” you say.

He says, “I think you know.”

“Fucking—go away.”

“I have something to show you first.”

“Are we going to the goddamn graveyard?”

He doesn’t say anything but then you’re in the goddamn graveyard. Together. Looking at your headstone. The dates are close enough together to make you kind of sick.

“They went with the full name,” you say.

The ghost nods.

“Not even the nickname. My nice gender neutral nickname.”

The ghost shrugs. You kind of want to throw something at him but you’re just looking at it now. Chiseled in marble. Immovable. What’s that thing bigots on the internet say, about someone digging up your jawbone two hundred years from now? You always wanted to think you wouldn’t care.

The Ghost of Christmas Future’s pretty quiet. This is the part where Scrooge goes full breakdown. Tears, begging, promises.

“I’m not gonna cry on you,” you say.

“Okay.”

So neutral. “Man, what do you want me to say?”

“Nothing,” says the ghost. “I think you’re there.”

You can’t stop looking at the headstone. “God fucking damnit shit. You promise they’ll be cool?”

“Nothing’s promised,” the ghost says. He gestures at the graveyard. “Except for this.”

“Awesome.” Cryptic cliche philosophical ghost bullshit. Yada yada. Death and taxes. Not with that name on your headstone, though. Not with that name on your tax forms, either.

You turn to tell him that and then you’re blinking in bed. There’s still one glow-in-the-dark star stuck to your ceiling where the glue never wore out. You put those up like ten years ago. Maybe longer. The light in the room says it’s morning. You swing your lacy-pajama legs over the side of the bed and go to ruin Christmas.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sunstroke - A Vessel/Reader Short Series.

So yeah, I'm kinda back at it, besties, with a brand new muse who prompted this. No idea how many parts it'll be yet, I'm anticipating three, but I might surprise myself!

Summary: As tour manager for Sleep Token, you're naturally close with the lads whom you're employed to look after. Then, there's your closeness with Vessel, the lines between manager and artist seeming to blur into something more meaningful... if you'll let it.

Words: 2,090

Warnings: None for now, but it will get smutty! Pairing Vessel/Fem!reader.

Witnessing him upon a stage, it is a sight unmatched to you. It always has been, from small venues to arenas, the spaces still sacred, but now perhaps more befitting of a man whose talent and aura radiates at such a magnitude.  

He’s part enigmatic shadow cast from neon lights, part lovable man-child who dances like there aren’t a few thousand people watching him. All long, nimble arms and legs flailing. It’s why, other than Ves, maybe very occasionally his real name, your forever nickname for him is Bambi. Or Bambers, Bambo, Bambs, etc. There are a couple of variations. 

It earned you a side eye and a little tut, a mutter of playful discontent over you allegedly taking the piss out of his moves, but he knows you. He realises it’s in good humour. It’s also partly borne out of the fact that he’s just so damned cute, with his huge, brown doe-eyes, too, that he reminds you of a little baby deer, the dancing akin to an excitable fawn on shaky, brand-new legs aside. 

He doesn’t know that part, though. You keep that hidden, because it would make your working life difficult, for your beloved Bambi to realise you think he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Yep, he might be a full-grown man in his early thirties, but by lord, he’s still so fucking cute. 

The life of a tour manager does not lend to having heart eyes for the talent you’re looking after, though, it has to be said. You wear many hats in your role, from organiser of hotel rooms to liaising with the venues, to part personal assistant to the band themselves. They hired you firstly back when they were still very small fishes in an agonisingly large pond. Now, they’re the sharks circling within the waves of an endlessly stormy sea, their success setting them apart from all others they rose head and shoulders above. 

You’ve watched their rise with nothing but pride. They were always destined for this. 

The night where you take a breather from your endless hurricane of activity to watch them is no different, standing in the wings, ignoring the vibrating of your phone from a non-important contact within your back pocket as you witness the beauty of what they have so keenly cultivated. Sleep Token went from fledglings craning for their place in the sun to a garden in full bloom right before your very eyes.  

To you, though, Ves is the sun who nourishes all below him, his all-encompassing talent touching every petal, every winding stem with its radiance. How you love it, though, when his light solely shines upon you.  

“Alright.”

Turning, you see him appear behind you in the backstage area a while after their set has finished, free of any paint and costume that signifies his alter-ego. Your heart skips a beat, because of course it does, and you smile. “You look tired, Bambs.”

“Mm,” he hums, “I could do with a good kip. Want to watch these lads, though.”  

The festival headliners are a band you both appreciate hugely, and it’s one of the many instances where you feel truly fortunate to have such a vantage point to watch them perform from. There in the wings, though, isn’t his place of choice.  

“C’mon,” he speaks, jerking his head to the left, “the little grassy hill to the side of the stage is much better than here. Quieter. Fewer people.”

He enjoys that, a space significantly lacking in crowds. Beneath the black painted, hooded enigma who prowls and dances over the stage lies a man with a soft soul, one who appreciates a little peace. Peace and tea, from the box of teabags you always ensure is provided for him in the band’s rider at every venue. Throat coat in lemon echinacea, to soothe his frayed vocal cords and keep his incredible voice in pristine condition. 

He places the Thermos beaker down before him as he sits, his long legs stretched out fully. At 6ft 2”, he’s a towering, long-limbed creature. He’d be intimidating if he wasn’t so bloody pretty. Or so lovely and personable. He’s your exact type, intelligent, talented, friendly without being too much, fun loving without being a complete extrovert.  

If only the whole work thing didn’t get firmly in the way of you and your would-be beautiful creature.  

Securing the beaker between his thighs, he leans back on his elbows, coughing, a little bark there in his throat. Immediately, your hand goes to your jacket pocket. 

“Here.” Offering forth the blister pack of strawberry Strepsils, you watch his eyes move from the stage, noticing with appreciation the way the fading sun catches the tips of his enviably long eyelashes.  

His mouth arches into a smile, long, tapered fingers grasping the packet, pausing to rub his thumb affectionately over your knuckle. “Always looking after me, aren’t you, love?”  

It makes your tummy tingle whenever he calls you that, even though you know there’s little in the way of anything truly meaningful behind it. Darlin’ or love are his standard pet names for the women he happens to be around.  

“It’s my job,” you shrug, bobbing your head slightly.  

“Yeah, but you go above and beyond. You always have.” He punctures the foil of the blister, taking out the pink lozenge and popping it into his mouth. “And you always get the nice flavours, not the ones that taste like Pledge.” 

A snort laugh rasps from your nose. “So, you’ve been imbibing enough furniture polish to make that distinction, have you, Bambers?” 

“Yeah, man,” he chuckles, “it’s a filthy habit.” 

“There’s a joke in there somewhere, about filthy habits and cleaning products,” you point out, “but I think I’m too tired to piece it together wittily enough to do it justice.” 

“Me too,” he laughs softly, the sound of the lozenge tapping against his perfect, brilliant white teeth doing something pleasant to your insides. “I’m completely knackered. I love being on tour, but blimey, I’ll be glad to get home and spend about a day in bed.” 

He’ll get that in just over three weeks, when the tour finishes this leg, the guys taking a month off before they’ll be back out again to fulfil the USA dates.  

“Any plans for your month of freedom?” you inquire, watching as the spectacle of stage lights signifies the arrival of the headliners, both of you reaching your hands aloft to applaud. A few more various crew members make their way to the hill, seeking the better vantage point, but remain at a distance from you and Ves. 

“Not much,” he replies, crunching down on the lozenge and swallowing the little ground fragments, making a motion with his hand. “Another, please.” 

“You’re not supposed to have them one after the other,” you chide softly, laughing at the look of incredulity he fixes you with. 

“They’re bloody Strepsils, not crack,” he snorts. “C’mon. I like them.” 

“Recreational lozenges,” you mutter, and he tries not to look as amused as he feels, but his little chuckle soon makes an appearance.

“They always remind me of you.” A curious statement, one which earns a raised eyebrow in his direction. “Because you love anything strawberry flavoured.”  

You like that about him; how observant he is over the tiniest of details. “You don’t really need the reminder when I’m right next to you, though, do you?” 

“Nah, but you’re not in my mouth, are you?” His eyes widen then, his cheeks immediately flushing pink. “That wasn’t meant to sound as filthy as it did! I meant, erm, I, ahh, shit!”  

You join him in the laughter he descends into, Ves hiding his face behind his hand momentarily, peeking out between his fingers and snorting as he falls apart again. 

“You filthy tart.” Leaning over, you softly nudge his shoulder with yours, an action he immediately reciprocates.  

“Didn’t have an especially negative reaction to it though, did you?” His embarrassment quickly fades at the realisation he can turn it around on you a bit. It would be incorrect to claim he wasn’t quite playful like that, but how you have to work hard to hide how much you love it whenever he is. 

“Depends, really,” you speak, taking a deep breath. You know what he’s up to. “What part of me do you want in your mouth first?”  

He drops his head, outfoxed a little, on the back foot. Looking back up at you, his gaze feels like starshine beaming through the dark, his mouth tugging up into a tilted smile. He holds you there in that stare, and for a moment, the banter slips away, and you could be fooled into believing he’s truly looking at you as if you hang the very starshine twinkling in his irises. “Feed me that lozenge and perhaps you’ll find out.” 

Oh, god. Oh, bloody hell. Is this simply the banter you’re used to with him, the little dalliances that at times do skitter into the realms of playful flirting, or is this actual flirting? You can never really tell with people you’ve sworn off from enjoying that with, and no matter how much you desire the tall beauty of a man to your side, you have sworn him off.  

You have.  

You have! 

You... you have? 

“I’m waiting.” 

Met with a look that demands, but is soft, you meet his eyes while popping a lozenge from the pack, all the while with your mind screaming at you over what the hell is happening. The noise becomes muted, though, thoughts quietening, the hypnosis of a deep, chocolate brown gaze muting everything else as you reach towards his mouth.  

Parting his lips, he takes it from you gently, one of his front teeth pressing below your middle fingernail. The warm hug of his lips pulls the digit between them just a little, a soft suck coupled by perhaps the most rapid tongue movement you’ve ever experienced against the tip. Immediately, your hand flies back in retreat. 

“And that’s enough of that, Bambers,” you assert, your heart thundering in jackrabbit in your chest, “else I puddle the bloody grass.” 

His laugh booms, scrunching his eyes closed tightly as he sits up, pulling the Thermos beaker from between his thighs. “And she accuses me of being a filthy tart.” 

All flirty talk falls by the wayside once more, Ves finishing his tea and settling again to watch the headliners. You can’t help but notice him continually reaching back to grasp at his neck as he does, grumbling softly.  

“What’s up?” you ask, turning to him. 

“Bloody neck is tense,” he reveals, “I need to lie flat or against something.” 

The offer is out of your mouth before you’ve even given a chance to negotiate the appropriateness of it with yourself. “Come rest on me if you want? I’m told I’m comfy.”  

“You sure?” Nodding, you widen your legs and gesture to the space between, your lovely Bambi man moving to lie back with his head rested upon your stomach. “Thanks, love. That’s way better.”  

For him it might be, but for you, you have to wonder what you’ve let yourself in for, lying with him like that and all the emotions the seemingly innocent-but-maybe-not-quite pose is kicking up for you. Raising one of your legs until your knee bends, you find a little further comfort.  

Ves remains where he is for that moment, but shifts his head a little a time on, resting it against your thigh. He then curls his arm up, pressing a splayed hand over the top of your leg, fingertips gently flexing against the muscle connecting to your hip. It all feels very familiar suddenly, a little too easy for comfort, yet you cannot deny that comfortable is always how you feel with him. This just goes a little further. 

Intimate. That’s exactly what it is. Undefined intimacy, and you’re not too sure how to handle it.  

“Bambo,” you speak, watching him tilt his head back to meet your eye. 

“Mm?” 

“While you’re down there,” you wink, watching him immediately begin to laugh. 

“Don’t tempt me, darlin’.”  

But maybe tempting him is exactly what you want, now you’re sure that there’s perhaps more intention behind this flirting you’ve fallen into with him. Maybe it’s the worst idea in the world, becoming involved with someone you know professionally.  

As you lie there and feel his hand idly begin to stroke where it rests upon your thigh, you’re suddenly not altogether certain of that, though.  

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Part Two

[tenebrous-if]

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🜲 Genre(s): Fantasy, Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, and Action/Adventure.

🜲 Rating: Tenebrous is an 18+ Fantasy IF set within the mythical world of Arvandor.

The Kingdom of Aetheria, within the world of Arvandor, is a nation ripe with history. King Lysander du Aetheria rose up and led the fledgling Aetherian Army against The Forsaken One— Herald of the Abyssal Uprising— and came out victorious when everyone else had failed. With his victory, Lysander placed Aetheria as one of the key pillars of keeping Arvandor safe; allowing for peace to reign over the continent for centuries.

Peace, however, was never meant to last.

The Order of Netheron, Followers of The Forsaken One, had captured you at the tender age of fifteen, holding you captive for a decade within a tower only labeled as “The Spire”. All due to their wish of resurrecting their fallen deity— something that they believe could only be accomplished by using the blood of King Lysander’s descendants; it was a ritual that didn’t go as planned— one that did bring back their deity, but only for your eyes and ears only; the both of you attached to the other in a way that probably wasn’t intended.

And that’s how you spent the last decade of your life… Growing used to the presence that now appears whenever the time calls for it. It isn’t until your twenty-fifth year that you’re finally found and taken back to Aetheria, to everything you had long thought you’d lost.

Your time in the sun, however, was short-lived as the tidings of an even darker uprising was beginning to grow— one that threatens to demolish everything and everyone.

Can you figure out how to save your home?

🜲 Create your Aetherian Royal:

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Personality [Mainly involving unique reactions to certain situations— the MC is semi-set in some ways]

🜲 Romance 1 of 4 potential love interests— each offering their own unique experience within the story and how the world at large will react to the burgeoning relationship.

🜲 Bond with your family after being apart for so long. They have missed you a great deal. [The MC is a middle child.]

🜲 Harness the magic that flows through your veins due to the gift of your blood.

🜲 Choose from a variety of skill sets that your MC may be able to acquire. [Note: This means you can choose something to specialize in, instead of having to constantly choose between being a diplomat or warrior. You can instead choose to be a swordsman while also focusing on the art of diplomacy.]

🜲 Build a codex from the various interactions that you can have throughout your story— from places, to people, to old legends that have tested the passage of time within Arvandor.

Astorian/Astoria du Aerilon: The Heir to Aerilon, and the person that was your betrothed from the time you were seven until your disappearance. Astorian/Astoria spent every winter with you, and you every summer with them, in hopes that a union between the both of you would bring your countries together. You remember many things from that time of your life: their warm laugh, brazen attitude, arrogant smirk, and their inability to stay still for long. Meeting them again? It simply proves how much can change in a decade. [Can choose to have been in an almost relationship with them or still rivals.]

William/Wilhelmina du Arvandor: A recent addition to the Holy Order, who has an iron-clad need to help and be of assistance to anyone that may require it. Being a Paladin has been something they’ve strived towards for the last eight years of their life; training being second to nothing. It’s simply a mere coincidence, or the Divine’s Will, that their first major mission was to rid Arvandor of the last dregs of Netheron… A mission that brought them to The Spire, with a small band of warriors, to carry out that very task— wherein they find the Lost Heir of Aetheria. You.

Gabriel/Gabrielle Adair: Being renowned within the arcane arts, having achieved the rank of High Mage within the Aetherian Institute of Magic, it’s of little surprise that the royal family of Aetheria would call on someone with their skill set— if it weren’t for the scandal that still plagues them. You’re not sure what could have been so bad that would force them to retreat within themself like they have, especially if your parents had seen them fit enough to tutor you, but it’s obviously something that weighs heavily upon them. Will it be possible to wrangle out the secrets of their past when you’re still trying to figure out your own gift?

Ilyran/Ilyria Caelestis: The Forsaken One, an individual that’s visible only to your eyes from a ritual gone wrong. There isn’t much you can glean from them, after all you can only take what they say with a grain of salt, but the shadows that lurk within their eyes has nothing to do with the darkness that now lives within them. It’s hard sometimes to look at what they’ve become when you’ve seen what they were in Old Texts, when they weren’t the Forsaken One, weren’t the Divine’s Disgrace… When they were simply Ilyran/Ilyria Caelestis, High Priest/Priestess of the Holy Order.

[blackwall-my-tiny-husband]

The life cycle of a Crow

For @rookappreciationweek day 2: de Riva - poison - Treviso - resistance

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At 4 years old Zalan knows his parents love him. They give him goodnight kisses when they tuck him into a little bed and dance with him in their arms around their tiny house until he’s crying with laughter. He knows what happiness is.

At 5 Zalan doesn’t really know what money is but he knows they don’t have enough of it. He knows sometimes his mother cries and sometimes she doesn’t eat. She doesn’t like to let little Zalan know and he pretends right along with her. But he stops asking for hot chocolate and snacks and remembers to share his bread on bad days with his mom with fibs about being full. He thinks he is helping.

At 6 Zalan is on his knees in the rain on a little side street watching the blood leave his parents bodies. The big man who stabbed his parents and stole their belongings is long gone and he is alone. He cries but pretends it’s only the rain.

At 7 he has been on the streets for months, he does little odd jobs for apples or molding bread or the barest of coin. He doesn’t have a bed but he has a spot on a rooftop he really likes with some crates to hide behind and an overturned barrel to sleep in. He wants to survive.

At 7 and a half years old Zalan kills someone for the first time. In self defense while trying to courier a note. He feels sick but also a sort of pride because he did not die there, he won that fight. Viago had seen him and offered Zalan a home and a name and he thinks anything is better than the streets. He has to sign his new name with a pen dipped in the blood still falling from his open cuts but the idea of being a person again never looked so good.

At 8 he is rethinking his choice but only because Viago’s poisons are bitter and they make him dizzy and weak until he gets used to them. He thinks he’s loved but not like his parents loved him. This isn’t a laughter and joy sort of love but Viago bandages his scrapes and catches him when he almost falls off of buildings whenever they train. And he thinks maybe that’s a sort of love too.

At 11 years old Zalan thinks he might die again. This time because he’s been pushed into the canal, cannot swim, and his clothes got stuck. He is sad he never told Viago he loves him too. An older crow pulls him free and forces water from his lungs. He is cold and afraid but will not show it to the other fledglings gathered around him. He lies and says he’s fine and lies some more when he swears he can swim so the others will give him the day off. He finds he is afraid of drowning after that.

At 16 the only thing he and Viago do is butt heads. His new nickname is idiot and he gets smacked around at every slip up. There are yelling matches and slammed doors. But Viago always runs a careful speed when Zalan is on missions so he’s not left behind and always catches him by the cape when he slips while roof jumping even if he’s also yelling the whole time. Zalan knows this is family and love but doesn’t have the words to say thank you.

At 17 and a day Zalan proudly shows off crow wings tattooed down the length of his arms to Viago who rolls his eyes and grumbles but doesn’t have a truly negative thing to say. Zalan is about to become a full fledged crow and is excited to have his friends with him and Viago’s teachings.

At a week before 18 years old Zalan is hanging by his hands over the dead bodies of his friends in a hot cramped shed on what should have been his last mission as a fledgling. There are painful bloody carvings etched into his skin and he thinks he is going to die again and still hasn’t told Viago how much he cares about him. He can’t talk anymore from the lack of water and all the screaming and he knows he doesn’t like torture.

At 18 Zalan is back in Viago’s house and healed enough to become a crow. They have a celebration and Zalan finally tells Viago he loves him like a father. Zalan is drunk and can’t quite remember what was said in reply but Viago was embarrassed and flustered and Teia laughed and Zalan smiled a lot and almost couldn’t feel the itch of healing wounds and missing friends.

At 20 the sky burst open and rifts tore holes all over Thedas. The de Rivas were okay and so Zalan put it from his mind, that was a problem for someone else, he had his Antiva to worry about.

At 22 he’s wearing fancy suits and dancing with the nobles of Orlais. He’s undercover and courting a sweet girl whose father has to die. He kisses her and tells her he loves her and watches her face light up when he proposes. He finds his opening before the wedding date is decided and once his contract is fulfilled he slips away quickly, faking his death and swearing never to come back. He knows what betraying someone and breaking a heart feels like.

At 29 Zalan slowly watches the antaam take over his city. It is a flash fire, sudden and intense and Zalan knows bitter hate as the Qunari take his streets and hurt his people and beat down his homeland.

At 30 years old Zalan meets a dwarf with a strange sense of humor when he’s freeing hostages from an antaam patrol. He destroys the Qunari because they are prisoners and he knows the pain of torture and refuses to let others feel the same. But Viago is angrier than he’s ever seen him and the fight is louder and meaner than either of them mean for it to be and Viago sends him away. Zalan feels like he is losing another home.

At 30 and a half he thinks maybe this is his home away from home. Verric is like a mentor and Harding a friendly rival. He’s found a sense of peace being on the road with these people he hasn’t felt in some time and he thinks he could belong here with them.

At barely 31 years old Zalan is standing over the body of one of his best friends though he doesn’t know it yet yelling into the ritual-gone-wrong’s wind for Harding. Solas is so close but so far away and then gods are showing up and everything is going dark and Zalan can only hope Harding and Neve will be ok.

At 31 and a piece Zalan is falling on his ass with veins of lyrium running down his face and arms from kissing Lace Harding. She might be freaking out in the moment but Zalan is pretty sure he’s never been happier than he is right now while blurting it must be love.

Still at 31 and a piece Zalan is loosing friends and escaping regret prisons made to hold gods. He doesn’t know what the future will hold, is unsure if he’ll survive to see 32, and trying to hold together a team long enough to do the impossible- destroy a god, redeem solas, and save the world.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

I really love seeing clips/snippets of a characters life, i find it’s a fun way of showing a characters backstory without having to write everything out, I have something similar for just about every rook so I have backstory points and stuff (I totally think you guys should write things like this too, try it it’s fun, you should totally do it)

(Luckily I had this one finished already lol so it was ready to go. I’m still working on my Harding week stuff, it’s all coming even if it’s all late lol I refuse to give up)

[yuurei20]

Twisted Wonderland the Novel English Translation Review: Excellent

Did a quick read-through of the English-language novel (not a word-for-word comparison with the original novel yet), and: it is an excellent translation!

Some quick notes about the more language-sensitive parts:

・As in the English-language game, Grim is referred to as a weasel in the prologue. In the original game, the original manga and the EN manga, he is called a Tanuki.

・Much like the EN manga, the original game/manga’s use of the word “egg” has been changed to “fledgling.”

・The incantation for Riddle’s unique magic is: EN Novel: "Are you ready for your sentence? Sentence first! Verdict afterward."

EN Manga: “Are you ready for your sentence? The verdict comes afterwards. Any last words?”

・The conversation where Yuuya explains where he is from is very similar to the original novel:

"I'm from Nihon," Yuya told him. "Ni-kan?" "Umm. Ja-p-an." Yuya tried the English name of his country, but that apparently did not click for Crowley either.

・The references to Japanese schools beginning in spring and NRC being more closely related to schools in Europe and America have been retained.

・Curse words have been changed into things like “punk,” “dunce,” etc., with Ace repeating “dodo” fairly often.

・The line where Ace tells Yuuya to drop the honorific from his name was changed. Instead, Yuuya thanks Ace by saying “I really appreciated your help yesterday” and Ace responds, “This isn't some highfalutin rich-kid school. You don't need to be so polite."

・The line where Deuce tells Yuuya to drop the honorific from his name was changed to Deuce protesting against Yuuya thanking Ace first instead of thanking him first.

"How come you said Ace first?" Deuce protested. "I'm first."

・Cater consistently refers to Ace, Deuce, Yuuya and Grim as “Acey, Deucey, Yuey and Grimmy. At least once he refers to Riddle as “Riddley.” No nickname for Trey.

・As there are no honorifics Yuuya refers to Riddle by his first name only, Ace refers to Trey by his first name only, and Deuce refers to Cater, Trey, Riddle and Malleus as “Diamond,” “Clover,” “Rosehearts” and “Draconia.”

・The incantation for Trey’s unique magic is: "White to red, red to white.”

・In the original novel Ace says “Thank you,” in English, while in the English translation he says “merci.”

・”Beastpeople” are called “beast people” instead of “beast men.”

・Yuuya reflecting on how Chenya does not use an honorific with Riddle was changed to, “Yuya had only ever heard Trey talk about him so casually.”

・The line about Cater using honorifics with everyone except Trey in serious situations was changed to, “He usually sounded so lighthearted when he called Trey's name…And Cater only said his name so seriously when it was truly important.”

・The EN game switched from “magical healers” to “medical mages,” and the novel went with ”magical healers.”

・Ace refers to Riddle without an honorific just once in the original novel. This is commented on in a line changed to, “You’re already bossing him around.”

・(There is a typo where Cater and Trey are talking about Riddle’s upcoming duel, and a line that Trey says is attributed to Deuce. Deuce is not in the scene.)

・(There is also a typo where Enchanted Mine (changed from ”Dwarf Mine”) is written as “Enchanted Mind.”)

・Ace’s original line of “the way a kid turns out doesn't determine the value of their parents” was written backwards in the EN game, but the EN manga and novel are both accurate to the original game/manga/novel.

・Cater’s line in the original game/manga/novel admonishing Trey for hiding his true feelings has been upheld in the novel as well as the EN manga, with only the EN game rewritten to Cater admonishing himself, instead. (This was possibly subject pronoun confusion.)

・Much like the EN game, Leona’s “Be prepared” was rewritten in the EN novel.

[mysteriesmuse]

It all started with Katsuki being dead-asleep and sprawled out and snoring in a way that most people would deem horrendously uncomfortable, and obnoxiously pleasant. Like an overgrown cat.

He was dead to the world until his phone rang. Biceps twitching and flinging awake in the dark Katsuki’s dark red eyes cut across the grey light of his room to catch into the stark blue phone light that was buzzing like crazy. Hands accidentally fumbling as he grabbed it he squinted with a surprised, “fuck.” Why were you calling him? You were 2 years his senior and the resident babysitter/tutor of his neighborhood back in Musutafu. A smart student and pretty girl: one of the only babysitters his parents ever agreed to come watch him. Mostly because your death glare was one that could really rival his own mothers, but also bc Katsuki harbored a little bit of admiration and a crush on you for some time making him actually behave for you.

And as your name flashes across the screen pressed against his cheek he can only remember sitting at the kitchen counters and sharing orange slices as you quiz him for his practical exams. He hasn’t seen you in years. Your voice flits through same as ever, “Hey Katsuki!” He shuffles and sits up closer. His eyebrows peaked — you sound breathy and stressed. “Hey to you too,” he growls. Another whisky giggle, “I know it’s late. I’m really sorry about that! It’s just — well your mother always tells me to call you if I was ever alone at night and I couldn’t think of who else I trust to call. . .” His damn mother did have a habit of telling resident kids to call him in case they were in dangerous situations. A habit she always kept up since he was a kid; always making him walk with you and the other girls when school clubs let out. And now here he was a fledgling hero and Mitsuki was still telling extras to call him — I guess some things never change. Katsuki could hear the faint music of karaoke bars over the phone. Already getting out of bed and rummaging through his drawers for a pair of sweats and hoodie. “S’ okay. Where’re you at right now?” You huff a little sigh, “I’m out at the bar strip on the west side of the city . . . it’s a little chilly.” Katsuki already has his feet in his slides and is heading out his dorm room, “I can hear your teeth chattering from here.” He huffs, “Now what’s the problem?” “I’m just a little nervous . . .” You admonish finally, “Could you just stay on the phone with me, please Katsuki? It’s really kinda sketchy out here.” He grunts, already stepping out the dormitory door and hitting the streets. “I can do that. How’ve ya been? It’s been awhile.” You huff a little laugh, “College is fine pretty mundane to what you’ve been doing. I’ve seen you on the tv and in the news a lot recently. I’m real proud of you Kit-Kat. Your folks are too.” Katsuki can feel his stupid heart leap at that nickname you gave him.

It’s because he used to give you kit-kats every year on white day — which wasn’t really out of the ordinary since you gave him chocolate on valentines, but you gave chocolates to all the neighborhood kids anyways. And despite his parents teasing and his agony you never seemed to think much of it, ruffled his hair and gave him a cute nickname.

He chest swells with pride nonetheless. A particular school event was coming up and he finds himself mentioning it as he spots your form sitting under the bus stop and shouts into the night instead of the phone. “I’ve got my year-three performance showcase coming up next week. If you wanna come watch I can definitely get you tickets next to my folks.” Your eyes go wide and flit over to his figure in the darkness. And the first thing Katsuki can’t help but think is that you look pretty.

Your arms are crossed over your chest and the black corset top you’re wearing. It makes your waist and broad shoulders pop. And as he gets closers he can see that it’s got the lace closures down the sides with cute little bows that you’ve tied. A pair of cream colored trousers and tall peep-toe heels underneath as you rise to greet him. Phone slack in your hand as you stare at him. The black straps of your top dangling over your smooth collarbone as you inhale, “Kats what are you doing here?” Your head of curled hair — he’s never seen you with curled hair before — tilts like a puppy dog. He shrugs hands in his pockets, “Coulda asked you the same.” He says pointedly, you curl in and flush with embarrassment, “How much have you had?” “Only a few. I’m still sober.” You reply with a shiver as you fall into step beside him, “Not as fun as I thought it was gonna be. My friends are still inside.” At this Katsuki feels himself relax he didn’t think this was really your seen anyway. Especially with those friends he knows you’re referring to: the older kids of the neighborhood. “Yeah the rest of them are real pieces of work, babe.” Babe. Did he just call you babe? Dunce face is rubbing off on him. You notice, glancing to look up at him, but he watches you shake your head a little and dismiss it as quickly. “So what’s this showcase that you mentioned Kit-Kat?” He huffs, taking the side closest to the street, “It’s a promotional showcase for 3rd years. Show the pros what we can do, explain our personal philosophy, our ambitions. It’s like a really big resume preview. It’s real important for getting yourself out there to the agencies although I already have good ties to some.” You nod, bumping elbows with him as you dodge a streetlight, “seems really important,” you muse. “I’d love to come if it’s no trouble?” Katsuki’s eyes are glued into your glossy lips while you say that, turning away with the tips of his ears pink as he grunts, “S’ no problem at all. I can get ya’ one tomorrow.” You hum thoughtfully, “it’ll be nice to see you in action up close. I’ve watched your sports festival showings before — it makes me want s’mores.” at this you giggle and lock eyes with him, “I let you do that one time.” Katsuki groans rolling his eyes. “Still the best ones I ever had!” He chuckles nudging you with his shoulder. You beam ear-to-ear and his heart pitters as you loop an arm through his to steady yourself, “I can’t believe we’re both so grown-up now.” And here you go turning sappy on him.

“You know Suki’ I know you’re gonna be a great hero because you’ve always done stuff like this for me. No matter how often others tell you different, you send them to me okay?” And you’re sniffling now, still shivering against his side as you prepare to fight off all the haters he has. He’s matured a lot since his debut, but they don’t say make a good-first impression for nothing. He glances at you intelligent, well-educated, passionate as you are you weren’t gonna put up much of a fight — he still appreciates the sentiment. He grumbles a “thank you” into your hair as he walks you home in the dead of night.

[schwarzgeier]

GEIER SQUAD TIMEEEEEE

I felt bad not really making a full squad for my original Geier , Null, so here they all are! Biggg Lore yap under cut

S-12 on Leng is a remote underground facility specializing in waste managment and serves as a connecting hub for smaller facilities around Leng. The Geiers here were deployed first after signs of potential bioresonant infection that they have been able to contain for now, while also coincidently helping with the waste incineration. Sierpinski-12s remote location was also chosen for it's natural secrecy and level of freedom to experiment with the Geiers anti-bioresonant modules by putting them up againts the local Commander/Kolibris.

And as you may notice , aside from Null, all the Geiers are nicknamed after different types of metal. This is due to their small. Incident when on their very first assingment of clearing out the infested lower levels, while cornering their enemies and burning them , they produced so much heat and flames they basically burned down the metal walls of the room . Literally melted it all off. The 4 new fledglings found it cool to name themselves after metals . Null was not there and already had a name.

GEIR LS12 - 000 - "NULL" -

The first ever succesfuly deployed Geier to service . Was originaly deployed as a solo unit until AEON came to the conclusiom GEIRs work best in squads of 5 and Null was given additonal 4 squadmates . Null is what most associate when thinking of a Geier unit. Quiet , stoic but not rude . Keeps to herself unless provoked . Incredibly numb to most events happening around her, mostly due to the bioresonant supressor module being so strong for the first deployments. Wears her mask often as a form of comfort . Special to her though is her one-on-one spar sessions with the Commander every week . They are heavily classified and they happen in isolation from other replikas. These spars are often the highlight of the week for both Null and Falke , they can both go full out on eachother with no restraints. Rest of the Nulls cadre often tease her for having "longer sessions" with Falke then anyone else but Null isn't bothered. Her Cadre is there , they stand all together and she will die for them if needed. Just don't expect her to gush. Or talk about the pret- i mean respected Commander

GEIR LS12 - 003 - "KOBALT"

GEIR LS12 - 004 - "ALLOY"

First of the new additions to S-12, Kobalt ! She's often identifiable by her tendency to growl or mutter out responses and her seemingly constant frown. She's not as reactive as a Storch ofc , still a Geier. She , similair to Null, likes sparring and getting her armor dented in any way she can , which often leads to her trying to spar with Null since she's the most experienced. Null entertains her sometimes but it keeps ending with Kobalt in a leg lock . With her being the most reactive , Kobalt is often the Geier that yanks Aras from vents or stares at a suspiscious gestalt with a glare so strong they can piss themselves . She's working on it but since she hasn't hurt anyone really yet , a firm scolding is the most she got. She barks at strangers like a dog but doesn't have the confidence yet to bite.

The resident "softie" of the group , well as much of a softie as a Geier can be. She still can bend a replikas spine in half . But in general she has become the go to Geier for all the Eules or Aras searching for any help. Moving boxes ? She'll grab em all. Scary sounds in the vents? Checks em out , no questions asked. Someone (she doesn't know who still) left her a fuzzy blanket as a gift for the help and she has fallen in love with it since . It led to an almost comical scene of all the Geiers gathering around her bunk , poking and proding the blanket in confusion. Often she chooses to tie her hair a bit lower for identification . Alloy is just a pretty reserved girl that needs lot of coaxing to speak her mind. She's reliable , watches her strength and just doesn't want suprises.

GEIR LS12 - 005 - "SILVER"

GEIR LS12 - 003 - "COPPER"

Silver may be named after the shiny pretty silverwear that draws your attention but it funnily enough became more associated with her. Tounge iykwim. Her tendency to give blunt compliments catches lot of people off guard but I suppose it's a side effect of her gay brain and a very blunt Geier brain. Doesn't take stuff too seriously and kinda goes through her job like a dad at a barbeque in a hawain t-shirt . She's the most recognizable from the cadre having a visible burn scar on her entire left forearm from an accident that happened during flamethrower/gas tank maintnence. Not many spare GEIR arms laying around so scars it is. This also started her small. Masochism streak? Silver is the only one who finds the numbness a bit bothersome sometimes , and physical sensations of any kind are the easiest avenue to feel. Anything really. She controls it of course but indulgances happen. During downtime Silver loves letting down her hair and lounging around or watching other replikas in their activities. Eules dancing , Stars shooting or her fellow Geiers relaxing . Or "accidently" flirting with anything within her vascinity coughcough

Biggest stick up her ass . Or at least she acts like it fjfjf. Cooper is. A bit of a weirdo among the Geiers but not a bad one. Sticking to protokols and rules is her way of keeping the peace and prevents any scuffles from happening . Her duty to nation and law creates bit of a conflict inside her head,which in Geiers often results to a borderline brain shutdown. Contradiction should not be possible yet Copper has them. Being drawn to the burnt corpses that she leaves behind , catching herself wanting to make exceptions to rules for her close ones or her weakness to shiny trinkets , all of these little habits make her spiral sometimes. She is fully capable of marching up to the Commander and begging for her decommisioning. She hasn't of course , yet , mostly cause part of her is too embarrased to admit she finds her constant thoughts about Kolibris cute height kinda heretical .

Sorry for the big yap

[novasintheroom]

070. Bird

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 0.5k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: You ask Vash why he calls you 'mayfly.' He has a similar question.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.

“Why do you call me ‘mayfly?’”

The question comes on a random Thursday, deep into your friendship and the deserts. A pass-the-time sort of thing that leaves Vash stumbling for purchase on the hard rocks you two are climbing. “What?” He calls down, though he heard you just fine.

You grunt, hefting yourself higher on the next bout of rocks and dusting your hands from sand and grit. “I said: why do you call me mayfly? You know that’s an insect from Earth, right?” You look around. Shielding your eyes, you see rock formations for miles. It’s a hardier part of the land; not so sandy, with tough rock beneath every step and basic shrubbery littered throughout. There’s a tint of green on the horizon, melding in with the sky.

Vash takes a second to breathe. He should have known the question would pop up at some point. Been more prepared. “Uh,” he mumbles, feeling the rock wall in front of himself, “I know,” he says, lamely.

You snort and look up at him. “So? Why are you comparing me to a bug?”

Well he can’t just tell you, can he? He can’t say ‘you’re the love of my life and I see that as so fleeting and precious, and I just want to protect you and keep you safe from anything and everything.’

Instead, he says, “Bugs are cool.”

It at least gets a laugh out of you. “Okay. Keep your secrets then.”

“No, really! Bugs are cool! There’s a few from Earth that made it out of the Fall and actually survive out here!”

He hears you gasping as you continue to climb, trying to catch up to him. He slows down to let you. “So…” you take a gulp of air, “you call me ‘mayfly’…because I’m hardy?”

Oh, that is so not romantic, is it? He turns to kneel on his outcropping, offering you a hand up when you get close enough. “No,” he admits, “though you are tough. It’s because…I…”

You take his hand and stare up at him. It’s a moment that hangs in time in his mind; you, sweat streaking down your face and hair, looking up at him with hope and a little excitement. You know why he calls you ‘mayfly,’ you just want him to admit it. His cheeks pink, and he looks away. “Why do you call me ‘birdie?’”

Your lips thin to a smile, and you heft yourself up to stand next to him on the small plateau. “Because birds from Earth were flighty, and spook easily, and because you sprout feathers whenever you get too flustered.” You reach out and pick at his hairline, plucking a small, black feather from it. Vash yelps and smacks your hand away.

Rubbing the sore spot, Vash grumbles, “That can’t be it.”

You turn the fledgling feather this way and that in your fingers. “Just like bugs being ‘cool’ can’t be it either.”

Touché. He smiles bashfully and rubs his neck, feeling the sweat cool on his fingers.

Perhaps you two aren’t ready yet to outright tell each other what your nicknames mean. But Vash trails closer to you after this, keeping a pinky finger outstretched to your own – just in case they happen to hook together, by chance.

Or by choice.

[minniesmutt]

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢: 𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢

♱ ━━━  PAIRING: OT8 X READER ♱ ━━━  CW: PREGNANCY MENTIONS, BLOOD MENTIONS, GANGBANG, ORAL (F. & M. REC), FINGERING, UNPROTECTED SEX, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CREAMPIE, CUM EATING, MARKING, BREAST PLAY, SPIT ROAST, DOUBLE PENETRATION, ANAL + VAGINAL PENETRATIONS ♱ ━━━  WC: 2.2K

     It took some getting used to. Being a vampire. But Y/n was glad she had eight partners to show her the ropes. She was ever so grateful to her Kingdom for putting aside their distaste towards the eight when they heard they had saved and taken care of their Queen. The church still fussed every now and then but the nine handled it. She’d earned the nickname “The Eternal Queen” after some time on the throne. After she was crowned, she had her father’s advisors arrested and now could have her own court. What better than asking the men who showed her love?

     They all accepted with a smile and many people from their town moved to join her kingdom. The land the vampires ruled just became a part of her kingdom. No one there caused any trouble with the queen ruling. Even helped ease the minds of others. 

     Three years of her reign thus far and without someone breathing down her neck and reprimanding her for the decisions she made, the kingdom was prospering like years past. One thing she found a little too hectic was how fast her two children had been growing. 

     It was a month later after her coronation, she ended up pregnant again. None of them played guess the father—though Minho was very much pushing for it to be his after what happened last time. Chan explained that it was common for fledglings born of two vampires to grow quickly but he did not classify how quickly. Y/n reprimanded him later when she gave birth to the group’s baby girl about four and a half months later.

     Even though she was all of their baby, there was no doubt it was Felix who was her biological father. The little girl was the spitting image of him. All the men cooed at the new princess and her little fangs.

     “I gather she’ll drink blood rather than milk,” Hwan asked. The maid had chosen to come work in the castle with a few other staff members from the manor. A few chose to stay behind to just keep it clean if the nine chose to come back for whatever reason.

     “I suppose so,” Y/n smiled as the boys handed her her daughter.

     “You feel alright?” Chan asked as he brushed her hair back. 

     “Bit hungry,” Y/n replied

     “I’ll go grab some blood,” Hwan said, leaving the family to be for a while.

     Medical staff had already left and Hwan was tending to Y/n now. The boys insisted they could do it but really the girl missed the royal. Y/n missed her too honestly.

     Even though she had gone through the process before, giving birth to her second baby wasn’t much better. It was easier though. Their son was seemingly the spitting image of Chan, just like her daughter was of Felix.

     “It’s a boy,” their daughter, Nabi, pointed out. It had only been two years since she was born but she looked about double her age now.

     “You have a baby brother now,” Jeongin said as Nabi sat on his lap.

     “I wanted a sister,” She complained 

     “Doesn’t quite work like that princess,” Hwan reminded the little girl     “It should.”

     “She’s just like you when you were a child,” one of the older maids from the castle said as she helped the younger clean up.

     Y/n loved her two children, just didn’t love how they were growing up. Chan had made it a point to get her as well as their children, day rings. The kids having to constantly get new ones with how they were growing. Chan assured her it would slow down but she wasn’t quite sure. 

     On top of the eight being her advisors, they had all gotten married. Everyone made a deal about having eight kings but the vampires assured them not all of them would take the throne. They decided, mostly given status, that Chan would publicly appear as the king but he was really more of an advisor. Letting her make all the decisions. Stood behind her when she had to make addresses. Uncalled for in their time but so was their relationship.

     “Darling,” Jisung said as he walked into her study. She’d been working all day on a few trade routes needing to be up and she hadn’t realized how much time really passed.

     “Hi, love.” She greeted him as he walked over to her desk. 

     “Kids are asleep. You should rest too,” He said, pulling the papers and fountain pen out of her hand

     “Ji, we both know I don’t need sleep anymore.” Y/n sighed

     “Just because you don’t need it doesn’t mean overworking. Come on,” Jisung pulled her up out of the chair.

     “Ji,” Y/n whined 

     “Y/n,” The male returned the energy.

     Y/n pouted at him only for him to laugh and wrap his arms around her. “I’m not making you rest love. We have a surprise in the bedroom though.”

     “Mhm, what kind of surprise?” Y/n inquired

     “You’ll have to see,” Jisung bent down and picked her up.

     Y/n smiled and held onto his shoulders. Jisung carried her out of her study and into their room. The seven others waiting for them as they entered the room.

     Once inside the room, Jisung put her on the ground and attached his lips to hers.

     “Really Jisung?” Minho questioned the vampire's eagerness

     “I carried her here. I think it’s fair I get first kisses. Plus if it wasn’t for me, none of this would be in this relationship.” The two bickered as Hyunjin came up behind her and kissed the side of her neck.

     “Hi pretty,” He said as he pulled her away from the vampire's arms.

     “Hi Hyun,” Y/n smiled, as she turned to face him. The rest gathered around slowly. Making sure everyone got their kisses after not seeing much of her for the day. 

     While Felix had her lips locked with his Changbin worked on unlacing her dress and undergarments. The boys worked to undress her completely before undressing themselves and pulling her to the large bed. Jeongin sat back with her on his lap. Y/n pressed her lips into his before he turned her around, her back against his chest. Seungmin kneeled next to them and pressed his lips onto hers whilst Jeongin attacked her neck. Both their hands spread her legs open. 

     Jisung took the chance to get back between her legs and lay on the bed between her spread legs. Jisung placed his hands on the inside of her thighs as his tongue lapped up the small bit of arousal that had started dripping out of her. Y/n moaned into Seungmins mouth before he pulled away and moved his lips down to her breasts. Hyunjin took the chance to connect his lips to hers as Jisung was making out with her cunt. Hyunjin’s tongue pushed into her and explored before pulling away and smiling at her. Y/n grabbed his thigh as Hyunjin sat up again. Her hand moved up and wrapped around her dick, pumping him before he took it upon himself to move closer and push himself inside of her mouth. 

     Y/n moaned around him as the other three toyed with her. The others waiting for their own turn. Hyunjin moved his hips and pushed himself into her throat as she moaned with each bit of stimulation they were giving her. She felt two fingers prod at her entrance, moaning as they entered her and Hyunjin spilled into her.

     Y/n took his load before he pulled out and watched her swallow his load. Hyunjin moved away and Felix took the chance to replace him as she clenched around the fingers inside her. Seungmin marked up her breasts while Jeongin marked her neck. Both keeping her spread open and Jeongins free hand playing with the breasts Seungmin wasn’t marking. 

     It wasn't much longer till she came on Jisung’s fingers and he licked her completely clean. Y/n whined as he pulled away from her, Minho taking his place between her legs. Tip of his dick teasing her and making her whine around Felix. His cock twitching as Minho pushed into her. He took hold of her thighs, freeing the other's hands.

     Minho let her adjust to him as Felix spilled down her throat before pulling out. Her head fell back onto Jeongin's shoulder as he lifted his head. “Doing so good love. Just let us take care of you,” Jeongin whispered in her ear.

     “Want more,” Y/n begged

     “Need another cock in you darling?” Minho teased as he slowly thrusted in and out of her

     “Yes. Wan’ be filled with you all.” If they weren’t hard before, they definitely were after hearing that.

     Jeongin slipped one of his fingers into her mouth and Y/n sucked the finger till he pulled out with a pop. He got his hand between her and Minho and slowly pushed his finger inside her. Y/n moaned before Seungmin sat up and turned her head to him and pushed his cock down her throat, watching her eyes roll back slightly. Jeongin fingered her ass slowly as Minho brought his fingers down to rub her clit as he slowly thrusted his dick in and out of her. 

     Jeongin slowly added another finger into her and spread her open from below. Y/n pulled away from Seungmin’s cock to beg the man below to put his cock in. Ever the ones to please their wife, Minho stopped his movement and allowed Jeongin to spread his precum around the hole and then slowly slip inside. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned before taking her husband’s cock into her mouth again. 

     Jeongin moved slowly till he was fully sheathed inside of her. Giving her some time to adjust before moving with Minho inside of her. The two started slowly but she already was close to the edge of being completely filled. 

     Her body went limp with pleasure as she moaned and clenched around them. Minho and Jeongin both picked up their pace as Minho started toying with her clit again. Tipping her over the edge. The men groaned as she clenched around them. Jeongin spilled inside her first. 

     Shoving himself deep in her ass and coating her walls with his come. Seungmin moved his hips faster till he came in her throat. Minho fucked her harder before his cum spilled in her while Jeongin and Seungmin pulled out of her. 

     Minho pulled out as Jisung moved under her. His dick teased her ass before slipping in. Changbin took Minhos place and pushed his cock into her cunt. His hands held her open as Jisung moved his hands to grope her breasts as Chan offered his cock to her mouth. 

     Y/n took him into her mouth and sucked him off as the two fucked the other's cum back into her. Chan held the back of her head as he thrusted into her mouth. Her moans were muffled by his cock. 

     Her holes were being stretched and used but Y/n loved it. Loved them. Never has she regretted offering to play prisoner those years ago. Especially now as the three filled her more. 

     Each of them pushed deep into her as their cum mixed with the loads inside her as her own orgasm came again. The three pulled out and Hyunjin took Changbin’s spot. Laying back on the bed so she was on top. Felix took Jisungs place and the two slowly pushed into her. Y/n moaned as the two held her up and started pounding into her. 

     Strings of curses falling free from her mouth if there wasn’t a cock to keep her quiet now. Her hands were loosely planted on Hyunjins chest as the two pumped into her. 

     She’d only taken them all one other time, their wedding night. She somehow forgot how they were able to make her forget everything she’d ever thought about. Their hands roamed over her body, making her feel weightless. Knowing just where to touch her to get her to melt. 

     Felix’s hand grabbed her breasts as Hyunjin moved her hips with them. Her orgasm washed over before she knew it and the two emptied their loads in her. She blanked for the rest of the night. Tired from work and taking all eight of their cocks. Waking up in the morning with Hyunjin, Jisung, and Felix cuddling here. 

     “Passed out last night. We cleaned you up and tucked you in.” Felix explained. 

     “Not too much last night?” Hyunjin asked, kissing her shoulder 

     “No. Just been a while since we’ve all done it.” Y/n assured them

     Y/n took the day to herself. Staying bed with her husbands, the eight coming and going at random, and her two children when they pleased. more often wanting to play in the garden with their dads. 

     It wasn’t long till she found out she was pregnant again. the family and kingdom being excited once more. Her daughter and son arguing over whether it is a boy or a girl. 

     Like the last two pregnancies, her husband’s took on a lot of her responsibilities so she could rest. And when the baby wanted to come out, all eight were there for her while Hwan took care of the two children. 

     Nabi was pleased to know she finally had a sister. But no one was happier than Minho. All nine parents knew when they looked at their little girl's big round eyes that she was his. He about refused to let anyone else hold her until Nabi and Minseok asked if they could hold the baby. Minho couldn’t say no to his kids. 

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Oughhh i hve a question abt something thats been nagging me lately.... namely Grian's "Xelqua" name in the fic that exclusively the watchers use... I've been wondering if in the au it's his old name that he let go of once, in his mind, he started associating it with watchers (go transition allegory queen slay) or if it's a watcher-given name/nickname specifically - sort of a bill cipher situaton but less playful and more eldritch in nature. And if that's the case, what would Scar's be? The watchers call him "little bird" and "fledgling" rather than use his real name in the fic, and by now he's neither of those - on the small off-chance they'd interact again, what would the watchers call him??

So in my mind Xelqua is the english pronunciation of a word that means 'traitor' in the Watcher language, which is a title that Grian would have gained when he ran away :) So it's like a descriptor more than a name, like how the Watchers have names based on their accomplishments/the game they created. After Scar kills the Secret Keeper, I think the name they would give him would mean 'victor', as in he's really the only true winner of the games. It's kind of a begrudgingly respectful thing now that he's got enough power to kill them lmao. I don't know what that name would be though sjfkjd something that sounds cool, similar to Xelqua. Off the top of my head, maybe something like Zyviri. Just some weird cluster of letters that sounds magical lmao <3

[ultimate-marysue]

I bring you a Batfam Wing!AU I've been cooking for a while:

Most of society have vestigial wings (the wings are there, but tinier and incapable of flight) from common species like sparrows, Pidgeons or [insert local bird].

Bruce Wayne has Bat wings (a very rare type from the Kane side of the family). Martha knew about it because she has heard the family stories about having to "cover them up" or letting the babies die because they're considered a terrible omen, but really no one outside the family knows. So, The Waynes and Alfred disguise Bruce's wings to avoid social ostracization. They try to keep a balance between protecting Bruce and avoiding self hatred, but it's a difficult line to ride. Having to hide his true wings is part of why he considers Batman his true self, Brucie Wayne being a disguise.

Kids have tinier bodies in proportion to their wings, so the can use them for braking falls or gliding from high places. You can rarely tell what your wings are going to be like as an adult, the fledgling plumage is always a muddy brown. Usually you get one of your parents pattern, but much like Bruce, some variants can skip generations.

Dick's parents had big colorful and powerful wings. Their tricks made even more impressive by their aerial maneuvering in a world where most people are bound to the ground. They still perform traditional acrobatics, tying their wings back like a magician shackling himself before jumping into the water tank. Their death made more ironic by the fact they could actually fly.

The Robin nickname is almost literal now, since Dicks costume made his chest read and his wings brown. Batman doesn't make as much use of the grapple, since he can fly, but it becomes Robin's signature gadget. The kid shoots up at the sky and gently glides down, his wings way more trained than the average kid due to his work at the circus.

He leaves the Robin mantle the day he sheds his fledgling feathers. Shocking Bluejay wings of quite the wingspan become Nightwing's signature. As a civilian he covers them with grey and iridescent powder, keeping them close to his back. Pidgeon wings are not the tiniest, so the disguise works well enough.

Barbara had big raven wings, at least until Joker took them from her. Being wheelchair bound is an adjustment, yes, but the phantom pain from her missing wings will always be the worst part. Dick trains really hard only so he can be strong enough to take her flying. The first time they clumsily soar through the Bludhaven skies she cries happy tears. She eventually learns to accept her dual disability, and all bat girls wear dark wings in her honor

Cass has batwings, and she doesn't try to hide them. They come from Shiva's side and Bruce takes it as an omen to take her in. She has the best wing control of the entire family, easily surpassing Dick and Bruce. When Barbara gives her the Batgirl mantle and shows her her old pictures all she says is "black, like mine!" (Barbara has to cry a bit about it). She helps Bruce and Damian learn how to use their unique wings to their own advantage.

Jason's wings were a complete neglected mess when Bruce first adopted him, taking almost a week to fix them. He had a bit more trouble getting the hang of Robin's flight. He'd always been a street rat, not used to relying on them. He hadn't even played the classic childhood games of seeing how far you can glide from the monkey bars (there were no playgrounds in park row). It's a matter of honor to him, trying to honor his predecessor's legacy. Bruce helps him out, since he had to figure out flight on his own as an adult (the game was too risky for his fake feathers). They bond about it, and Bruce almost cries when Jason manages to glide smoothly to him from a gargoyle.

As Red Hood, Jason has New World Vulture wings. He thinks it's quite ironic, since he never got to shed his fledgling feathers before dying. He'd blame the pit for it if he hadn't gotten to meet his biological mother. They're massive, I'm talking bigger than Batman's wingspan. When he tower's over Tim at Titan's Tower he practically shallows the hallway's light. His signature Red Hood mimicks the bird's red head.

Steph loves dying her wings in crazy colors (predominantly purple). When she inherits the Batgirl mantle she wears them black, just like Barbara's. For spoiler, she has big fluffy purple wings. She grows up to have gigantic African Grey wings. They're pretty smart birds, and she's a pretty smart girl, so she's quite happy with them. The dull grey color makes it easier for her to paint them whatever color she wants. She always teases Cass about having a bigger wingspan, even if she can't win against her in a race.

Tim got some practice while he stalked Batman, but Dick still makes it his job to train him. Bruce allowes it, too depressed to do it himself. Flight lesson's had been his and Jason's thing. He almost resents Tim for being better at it. Tim's wings are always a little messy since his parents are rarely around and he's too tiny to groom them by himself. He tries his best but he simply can not reach the back of them, and he's mortified by it. Alfred notices how upset the boy is at his untidy appearance and makes it his mission to sit him down once a week to fix them for him. At first Tim was horrified at the idea of relying in an unrelated adult to take care of his wings, but he can't argue with the results. It gives him even more confidence as Robin, finally looking the part.

He grows into his mother's gorgeous Magpie wings, too recognizible for Red Robin. Instead, he paints them black for his vigilante persona. He's the only one in the family to not wear his true wings when crime fighting. He thinks it's more practical that way, and the paint works kind of like their domino's adhesive (waterproof, only comes off with a special solvent). He takes really good care of his plumage, since it's the last connection to his mother. Anytime a rogue manages to pluck a handful of feather's off him he gets pretty upset, so he's gotten really good at maneuvering his wings around to dodge.

Duke has cockatoo wings, and his adult plumage comes sooner than most. Most kids shed from 16 to 18, but he already has them by 15. Leslie thinks it sometimes happen due to stress or lack of a stable environment. Both make sense for him, he hadn't really known peace since his parents got jokerized. He was loosing feather's all throughout his We Are Robin era, not caring about the disadvantage. His proper plumage didn't start growing until a month into living in the manor, having been practically bald by then.

As signal he uses his powers to make his wings light up with golden light. He jokes that he got the name because they look like the Bat-signal. When he's trying to be stealthy they turn into a shadow cloak, dancing around him. Everyone pretends really hard they're not jealous, except for Steph. She just asks him to light up her wings in different colors.

Damian has his father's wings, and he only agrees to disguise them for their secret identities' sake. He's extremely proud of his bat wings and not the slightest bit salty at Cain for sharing them too, thank you very much. His jealousy turns into bonding once she helps him learn how to take care and use his special wings. That was after Bruce came back from the time stream and found his son's leathery wings a peeled off mess. Dick helps him as much as he can, but much like Talia before him, he has no idea how to deal with them. To be fair, Bruce only found out by trial and error and his mother's old notes. Damian has to properly hidrate his wings and use oil to protect them.

People nickname him Bat-Robin for his wings, and he takes the name to heart. It makes him feel tied to his father even at those times were they don't understand each other. He's secretly a bit jealous of his brothers' gorgeous feather's (Dick's strikingly blue, Tim's shiny and iridescent, and Dukes incredibly soft pure white ones). Dick notices him staring and gifts him the prettiest one's he finds while grooming. Soon, Damian has a collection of random feathers from his family and friends.

[tea-cuz-why-not]

while I think of what to draw next, here’s a short list of incorect things Kore has called people(nicknames)

Amaya: -princess -four eyes -fledgling

Gregg -mr Gunn -green ears -tiny tiny man, cant even see you

Connor -cranky old man -lightning mc kitten

Romeo -Rom-com(derogatory) -Romantasy(derogatory) -basically anything that sounds remotely Romeo like, think the Benedict Cumberbach meme

Luna- looney toons, moon boots

Nori- Night Light, Sneaky McSneakface,

[maysrinn]

The little ✨OPSIE DAISY✨

Meet ✨Lucia Honey Snow✨

Lucy Gray was 45 years old when she had Lucia. The arrival of Lucia, the little surprise bundle of joy, was not planned. However, Coriolanus was overjoyed upon hearing the news, despite having had a conversation with his wife five years ago where she rejected his proposal of having another fledgling. He took the news in stride, although he was a bit salty about it for a week.

No, Coriolanus didn’t „help“ after not getting his way, there was another banquet at the mansion and it ended with the two of them drunk after having to endure Livia for the whole night.

Lucia is the spitting Image of Coriolanus, leaving Lucy Gray no choice making the first few hours with her newborn daughter a joke session.

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Lucy Gray: 9 months; 16 hours at the age of 45 and this is what I get…look at her

Coriolanus: I think she looks beautiful

Lucy Gray: She looks like the result after I tell you to go ✨Fuck yourself✨

Coriolanus: Lucy Gray…

Lucy Gray: let me guess also some sky blue little… OHOOO! Called it

Coriolanus: Lucy Gray-

Lucy Gray: Yes, yes I got it… she's a sweet little bird

Coriolanus: Indeed

Lucy Gray: …Coriolanus

Coriolanus: Yes?

Lucy Gray: congratulations YOU are the mother!

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SHE LOVES HER DAUGHTER and gives her a second name the color Honey because of how sweet the little girl was and also because she didn’t know the color was called Gamboge

Coriolanus was indeed the one who named his daughter Lucia which sounded similar to Lucy

She's the only kid who's called full-time by both of her names, honey sounds like an affectionate nickname

…Unfortunately she doesn’t have any friends beside her sister, but that’s a story for another time

[apollo-but-slightly-to-the-left]

⏳️ (for the promt thingy)

@ofaresandnemesis

Selena had woken up in the middle of the night just feeling…..off. Something was wrong, she could feel it.

She immediately went to check on Rio, fully expecting him to be perfectly fine, sleeping peacefully in his bed.

Well as peaceful as he could get anyway.

That was not, in fact, the case, and when she slipped through the door of cabin five, she softly gasped.

“Rio?” She gently murmurs, “it’s just me, Selena, I can’t tell what side of you I’m on, but if you hear someone approaching it’s me.” She explains, accounting for the boy’s semi-blindness.

“Are you alright, fledgling?”

She had a myriad of nicknames for him, but this one had come to hold a special place in her heart. It was a vampire term, she was not immune to stereotypes, and it was like…..staking a claim on him almost, she may not have been the one to birth him, but he was her son.