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helpthegremlinisloose · 2 months ago

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A part two for this oldish fic

Malleus wasn't upset, nope absolutely not. The little tsum creatures payed NRC a visit today, much more of them than last time, so much so that malleus couldn't take even a step in the halls without hearing, or seeing, some sort of commotion caused by a tsum. Mischievous little creatures aren't they?

With so many tsums running amok, surely the little tsum resembling malleus was among them, at least that's what malleus reasoned. Oh what fun that could be! he could show the little creature his favorite gargoyles around the campus, after all diasomnia can only provide so much enrichment, if the little creature was indeed like him it would be overjoyed! Oh to be a little tsum seeing such wonderful works of architecture for the first time. First time? Oh dear what if the tsums didn't have gargoyles, the tragedy! Oh well, a wrong that will be corrected. If, malleus could ever find his tsum...

Malleus searched high and low, checking every little nook and cranny he could think of from his little tsum, but despite the effort, not a single sign of the little creature. Had it not shown up with the others? Everyone else had found there's, why did he have to be left out again...

But that's okay, really. The tsums can be such a hassle after all, and malleus really didn't have the time to take care of a tsum, he had much more urgent things to take care of like...like...oh dear...

perhaps he could spend the afternoon with his child of man, classes did tend to slow whenever the tsums visited, so they should be available-

Oh, but Lilia had told him yuu would be preoccupied most of the day, something about Crowley appointing them to take care of the tsum's chaos.

Well, that is fine. Malleus can find a way to entertain himself until the tsums are gone, somehow. Yes that's exactly what malleus needed, something to take his mind away from this. Away from everyone else reuniting with their tsums except for him, from being left out of the fun again, from being alone again, from-

BOOM

The sudden sound of thunder ripped malleus from his spiraling thoughts. He looked up to find a large dark storm cloud blocking the sky above. Oh wonderful, he must have conjured a storm cloud with his mood. Malleus sighed heavily as he stared up at the rapidly darkening sky.

"Well, there's no need to ruin the day for others" malleus thought to himself

In a flurry of green lights malleus returned to his room, and almost immediately, flops onto his bed in an absolutely pitiful display. Completely unbefitting of a noble amd powerful fae honestly, but really who's going to see him like this? Malleus sighed again and rolled onto his back, now staring up at the ceiling as he tries to think of something that could occupy his time. Perhaps he could carve a gargoyle? But that would only take a few hours. Maybe if-

Knock knock knock

Malleus' attention was drawn to the sudden knocking at his door. A visitor? Now?

"Oh malleus, are you in there?" Came Lilia's voice through the door.

Wait, what was Lilia doing here, shouldn't he be off with his tsum?

"Yes I'm here Lilia, however I would prefer to be left alone" malleus said, rolling over to face away from the door

"Oh? Feeling a little moody today?" Lilia asked.

To which malleus said nothing, processing to pout instead

"Weeelll, I did have a little surprise that might cheer you up, but if you're set on being alone..." Lilia said

"Suprise? Lilia what do you have?" Malleus asked, his curiosity suddenly peaking

"Now where's the fun in telling you?" Lilia said with his typical nonchalants

Malleus should have expected that, getting a straight answer out of Lillia was as rare as a blue moon. Although curiously, malleus thought he heard Lillia making a "shush" sound. Was someone else with him? Who? And why would Lilia want to keep them quiet? Well, there is only one way to find out.

Malleus raised out of bed and went to the door, grabbing the handle and begging to open it

"So, what do you ha-"

Malleus couldn't finish his question before something came flying at him, malleus quickly grabbed the thing before it could reach him however. Holding the little attacker though, he noticed it felt, soft in his hand, almost plush like.

"Tsu-"

Did it just squeak? Wait, was his attacker a tsum? Oh, it was wasn't it-

Well, embarrassing overreaction aside, what kind of tsum would even think about jumping at him?

Now that malleus had a better look at the tsum, it was rather familiar, with its fluffy yellow hair and tiny blue eyes that are looking at him with absolute glee. In fact it looked like yuu...

"Suprise!" Lilia declared suddenly

"I saw this little nugget wandering the halls and thought it would be the perfect way to-"

". . .malleus? Are you listening?" Lalia asked, noticing that malleus wasn't responding

Malleus was, in fact, not paying attention at all. He was already too enamored with the little tsum in his hand to pay attention, and honestly how could he not be, it is absolutely adorable! Look how round and squishy the tsum is! And its little mittens are so small, malleus could hold them with just his fingers! Oh malleus could just hold and squish this little tsum all day-

"Ehem"

Malleus' thoughts were interrupted, and he finally noticed Lilia lingering at the door, with a knowing look on his face.

"Should I leave you two be?" Lilia asked

"Oh- well, yes if you wouldn't mind" malleus said, trying not to sound impatient.

"Fufu, alright I'll make myself scarce then, besides I need to find where my own tsum scamperd off to..." Lilia said before leaving

Once Lillia was out of sight malleus quickly such his door and focused on the tsum, a flood of joy overcoming him. Malleus wasn't no time, he held the tsum close to his face and began petting its head with his thumb, a warm smile never leaving him. All the while the tsum was making sounds akin to a squeaky purr.

"I must say, you are quite a bold little tsum, leaping at me like that." Malleus said in a teasing voice.

"Tsum!" The tsum replied without a hint of shame. Earning a chuckle from malleus

"You must have been quite eager to see me then, hm?" Malleus said as he moved his hand to scratch the tsum's chin

"Tsu tsu!" Replied the tsum, before suddenly nuzzling itself against malleus cheek, leaving him stunned.

After recovering from his minor shock, malleus couldn't help but laughing heartedly.

"My my, you truly are a bold one aren't you? Such actions could have dire consequences you know." Malleus said, smirking

This however, only earned him an unamused look from the tsum, which brought another chuckle out of malleus. He really should have expected a reaction like that, his "threats" never worked on his yuu either.

"There is no need for such a harsh look, i'm only teasing" malleus said in a soft tone.

Malleus walked back towards his bed, holding the tsum close to his chest. He had just sat down when he noticed the tsum was squeaking happily again. Malleus wondered why for a moment, u til he noticed he'd began petting g the tsum again without realizing. He really did forget himself around, either yuu apparently.

"I believe I already know the answer, but would you mind spending the day with me, little tsum?" Malleus asked, still putting the tsum.

Without hesitation the tsum began squeaking and hopping around on malleus' hand, a clear yes.

"Good, I'd hate to let you go after such a brief encounter" malleus said, holding the tsum up for it to nuzzle him again.

Looks like malleus would spend the day alone after all, thanks to dearest's little look alike.

#twisted wonderland #twst #malleus draconia #tsumsitter

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rbkzz · 8 months ago

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...[*whispered*] wip wednesday?

(context under the cut)

(is this is too long?)

(i wrote a trixie/keris one-shot)

(it is my first written thing)

(i am so nervous!)

(trixie pov)

Penelope Bunce is once again whirling around our room like a frizzy haired tornado. She has literally picked up and put down every single article of clothing, book, paper, or other object at least twice (except the box under my bed, thank goodness I spelled that).

She’s such a menace – their whole golden trio is. People say I’m annoying because of my dust, short attention span, and possessive tendencies (well anyone who had to grow up in a lower faedom and pay a tithe to the aes sidhe of all your most precious belongings each year would end up being a possessive brat too! I just don't like to share if I can avoid it is all)...

…but I think the ‘golden trio’ made up of Snowbuncebelove should get an actual award for being the most annoying, self-absorbed students at Watford. Nobody else would stand a chance - they’d win that award category every year.

Recently on discord my alpha @noblecorgi was lamenting the lack of lesbian smut in the CO fandom... they then got into an interesting discussion with @roomwithanopenfire about pixies/other fae folk. There was aaaalso a recent conversation about Niamh and their perspective in AWTWB about how the leads of CO had been living in their own bubble at Watford (unreliable narrators the whole lot of 'em!!)

Even though I don't write I loved the ideas that were shared, so I decided to try to smoosh them all together into a Trixie/Keris one-shot lesbian smut fic.

I got really excited about writing and caught up in the experience of it - it was so much fun!! Now I know why people do it! @roomwithanopenfire even beta read for me for which I am soooo grateful ♡♡♡♡

......aaaand then the next day I embarked on an intense perfectionist shame spiral (iykyk) and decided I should hide myself and my ideas away forevermore 🥲

However...... my brain itself is an unreliable narrator 🫠 And my recent therapy homework is to regularly try new things, mess up publicly, and be imperfect in order to rewire my brain to understand that I am still okay even when I am bad at things. Sooo I am posting part of my first fic here as therapy homework and for accountability as well as to continue on my plight of becoming consistently and unabashedly imperfect. Maybe someday I'll find the courage to post it on ao3 😬

I don't know about tags because I'm still so confused and shy about putting myself out here on tumblr 🙊 but I doooo want to say THANK YOU for tags and hellos! I love to read what y'all are up to, even though I usually wait til fics are posted in completion before starting (I'm too impatient to wait for chapter updates 🤪). xoxo!

my first wip wednesday!

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egophiliac · 2 years ago

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Hello!! I'm in love with your artstyle (especially the way you did the signature spells??? I've been looking at them for a while adsgfdfsf, they look like movie posters tbh and that's fricking cool to me. anyway!! I'm a player on the NA server (btw, I've already seen spoilers of chap 7 due to tumblr/reddit/pinterest, so yeah it's not the most spoiled I've ever been so yea) and yeah. I'm getting through the story okay but do you have any advice for people trying to get through certain events with a more limited life schedule??? Also, what are some of the differences that you notice between the english (if you see a lot of it??) and Japanese versions of the game? sorry if this was a longer ask, i tried to be simple but i wanted to tell you that I loved your art and everything just spiraled AAAAAAH

thank you! ❤️❤️❤️ I've been surprised by how many people really like my posters -- it's kind of a weird style to do fanart in, I guess, but I'm glad other people think it's cool too! :D

(gonna answer out of order because the event stuff turned into a huge block of text, sorry!)

I've seen a few of the localizations, but I don't know a lot about the Eng version, so I can't speak too much about differences. (I do think "housewarden" has a better sound to it than "dorm leader" though...they need a fancy little word to match their fancy little outfits.) I did look up the unique magic/signature spells to see if they were able to somehow work in the glossing -- I'm not even sure how you would localize that without it being super weird, so I don't blame them, but I was a little sad anyway! :( in Japanese, they're all written as Japanese phrases with the English as ruby text, and sometimes they're given a little extra meaning. like -- this is where the episode 7 spoilers I'm tagging are) the words that Mal says are "Fae of Maleficence":

but the meaning of the Japanese is "Blessing", which is a nice little "ooooh" moment given the context of it!

there isn't always an extra meaning, sometimes it's just. super literal. but my other favorite is Jack's, where what he means is "✨howl that pierces the moonlit night��", but what he actually yells is "UNLEASH BEAST" before turning into a giant dog. what a good boy.

as for event advice (under the cut, because this was already getting long)...

speaking as someone who is 100% F2P and therefore also tends to get kind of burnt by some of these events -- the #1 most important thing is to just...make peace with not getting everyone. :') I am a collector-type person, so it definitely gets grating when I can't have all the fancy PNGs my little packrat heart desires. generally though: never do random pulls, always be saving your keys and gems between events. (once a month you can buy a 10-set from Sam for a 50 gem discount, and logging in on a character's birthday will give you a 10-set for free, so make sure to do those!). when the event info starts coming out, pick one or two cards that you really want and work specifically towards those, focusing on grinding out the items and/or using your saved-up pulls on their specific banner. and in the end, accept that it might just not be meant to be, even if you hit the 100-pull pity SSR no I'm not still bitter over fairy gala Ortho why do you ask. if the event doesn't have any cards that you really want, take it as an opportunity to save for the next one!

hoard your star fragments (the things that restore AP) -- if you're going for a card that requires grinding event items to permanently unlock, and the item is one you get from lessons, you can use star fragments to bump your AP up to 30 at a time (10 is the limit that will restore over time, but 30 is the max you can have at once). that makes for a looong lesson loop, but I usually get about 50-60 items per 30 lessons, and I just let it run in the background while doing other stuff. (usually these items are what also unlock the event story, so I'll do a huge amount of lessons first thing and then have enough to get the whole story at once. 👍) it can get really grindy, but events go on for a while so it's not usually that bad if you space it out a bit, instead of waiting until the last minute to try and get those last 600 items (cough) (cough).

if it's one of the ones where you get the item from doing a rhythmic, you get the same amount of items no matter how well you do, even if you miss every note. so you can just...tap occasionally to restart it and get the same effect. if it's a battle one, you do have to actually win to get the item, but once you figure out the sweet spot of a team setup + highest battle level where you win every time, it becomes basically the same deal.

so...yeah, tl;dr you can get away with a lot just by setting things up to run in the background and paying just enough attention to tap through some of the menus. it does require a certain amount of time to just leave your phone while still sorta-kinda paying attention to it, so it might not work for everyone, but that's the best way I've found to get through most events!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #i feel like i just emerged from juice hell from getting my sunset lilia #and yet here i am diving right into tuna hell for my grim #it's okay i wasn't using these ap on anything else anyway #i have gotten SUPER lucky on some of these events #like i think the only halloween card i'm missing is ace #which is nuts considering how many of those are ssrs #but then i didn't manage to get a single one of the birthday diasomnias past the first year :(#we're not going to talk about the dorm dias. we just aren't.#the gacha giveth and it taketh away

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charonyx · 1 year ago

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Facing Twisted Wonderland Chapter 7 - Part 6 (scared)

Okay, I've successfully avoided spoilers for this newest release and waiting to play it. Get kinda scared in posting stuff, but for this newest part, I want to throw my thoughts and feelings out into the void. I'll be playing and reading a translation of the story and posting my thoughts throughout the story. Once it's done, I'll finish up with some predictions and just post.

As for my predictions, I think this is the last part that we'll be spending in Lilia's dreams. Maybe we'll get to see Maleficia? Will Silver ever tell Malleus that he is the son of the man who slayed his mother? Where is Levan? Are the Crowley = Levaan theories true? If so, how has Lilia not recognized one of his most precious people from Briar Valley? Is Lilia really going to the Land of the Red Dragon to try to find clues of Levaan? Is Meleanor really dead? Will we get to see even a glimpse of anyone else's dreams? How is Ortho doing on his mission? And will we see Idia snap out of his dream? Where is Meleanor's Princess Glow now? That seemed like a last minute macguffin that was thrown in hasn't been mentioned much since we were going through Silver and Sebek's feelings train.

I don't think the majority of my questions will be answered in this part or chapter, but I just wanted to write it down and see if my perspective will change based on the contents of this part.

Anyway, enough rambling and spiraling, time to begin!

AHHH, Sebek wasn't planning on showcasing his unique magic until he had perfected it, but, of course, Silver was in danger and desperately needed help. UGHHHH they're bond!!!!!

Oh???? They're finally adressing why Lilia's dream has been full of pain when Malleus should be giving everyone a happy dream? Ok, so Sebek proposes that maybe Malleus can't monitor Lilia's dream. The only reason I can think of is that he doesn't even truly EXIST in this time so he can't summon a Malleus to keep watch there? Or there could be some sort of lock that Malleus can't go past to look into Lilia's dreams/memories? IDK

Still not over Tamago-sama XD

Ah, the Zigvolts wanting to swallow people whole. Classic.

OOOOOOOoooooo. Sebek responding to the Silver Owls that being human or fae doesn't matter, just that they don't like them! Baby croc is growing and realizing the flaw in his prejudices! :D

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh. SEBEK WANTS TO PROTECT WHATS IMPORNTANT TO HIM AND HE WANTS TO STAY WITH HIS GRANDPAPA!!!!! hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ooooo we see Sebek with his hair down in the main story! Nice.

Freakin' Baul being a tsundere grandpa to Sebek. So cute.

Wooo Sebek magical girl armor transformation!

CROC FAM CROC FAM CROC FAM!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHKJFEHKUKEHFKEHJ WE'RE HOLDING TAMAGOSAMA!!!! MALLEUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Aww a little kid wanted thought Silver defeated Lilia and is throwing little stones to try and protect Lilia.

Awwwwwww, Silver repaying Lilia's love in carrying him home when Silver ran away. Your Honor, they're both so sweet!!!

Grim protected us from an arrow! Love you Grimmy :3

SEBEK!!! AND BAUL!!!! SEBEK USING HIS UM AGAIN, FOR SILVER AGAIN, EVEN WHEN HE GETS WEAK AFTER USING IT!!!!!!!

Did Meleanor overblot too?!?! Sebek and Silver said thorns appeared around her castle, like Malleus to Sage's Island...

With Sebek showing off his armor I just imagine him spinning around with a smug look on his face, then striking a pose. What a dork lol

LOL THEY JUST LEFT HIM RAMBLING ABOUT HIS ARMOR. Oh poor Sebek, he just wants praise!

Maleficia's dominion looks so majestic

NOOOO WE'RE FIGHTING AS MELEANOR AGAIN!!!!!!!AND THIS TIME THEYRE MORE EQUALLY MATCHEDFUGDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NO HES BEATING HER

THEY'RE THROWING LIGHT BEAMS AT EACH OTHER

It's dawn...

Lilia's cries of anguish :(

10 more chapters left...

Who are these green lights???? And they confirmed her passing as her returning to the stars...

OH THE SENATE. I remember Malleus once mentioned that they have a senate in Briar Valley in an event or card.

OH AND NOW THEY'RE MAKING LILIA FEEL GUILTY FOR LEAVING THEIR CHARGE BEHIND, sure don't care about them grieving right now

Eff you and your "pride"

WHHHHHHHHAT THEY JUST TOOK MALLEUS AWAY

So they banned him from living in the capital and he only ever went on official business or with an invitation to the royal castle. Did he eventually raise Malleus? Or did the senate find a way to hatch him after 200 years?

lol Silver dragging Sebek along while his hand is around his mouth

Oh shit. If Malleus keeps on rejecting Maleficia's magic, then he'll die Is this why Lilia is low on magic now? Has he spent tons of his magic in trying to incubate the egg? If so, then if Malleus ever finds out...the guilt and self-hatred he'll feel...

So that's why he traveled around the world before Malleus hatched. He was trying to find ways in which Malleus can be born

OH? Malleus is glowing?

Ok, so Lilia visited the City of Flowers and met with fae prejudice. Hmm, when he told us that he visited the City of Flowers in the Glorious Masquerade, he looked so cheerful and I totally felt that he had fond memories of the place. He's very good at hiding his past with a smile, making us not worry about him since he's just silly bat dad. Oh Lilia...

Also visiting the Scalding Sands. When talking to Tamago-sama, he started using his happy voice from the present, so I'm guessing he started acting positive and speaking in that cheerful manner due to counting stories to Malleus?

Meleanor's lullaby once again...

So he learned his UM in his travels? Wow

Good, he met people who saved him from the snow and were kind. ACCEPT THE WARMTH LILIA. You deserve so much for travelling so many years

Don't die Malleus

Lilia can hear Malleus screeching!

Oh, Malleus is throwing out lightning that Lilia keeps dodging, just like Meleanor did. And Lilia knows how to handle people throwing tantrums and rages. Ah, my heart

Even in an egg, Malleus has felt so much loneliness and, right now, Lilia is persevering in the face of Malleus' cries

fudgeeeeeeee. So, near Malleus hatching, he did give him as much magic as necessary to get him out and into the world.

Ohh what a cute little bean!

OH MY GOSH. LILIA!!!! HIS CRYING HIS RELIEF THAT EVERYTHING HE DID, TRAVELING THE WORLD, ENDURING HATRED, NOT LETTING HIMSELF WITHER AWAY OVER MELEANOR AND LEVAAN WASN'T FOR NOTHING.

OH SHOOT, i forgot we were all watching oops

UGHHHHH THE SENATE

And now that Malleus is born in his dream, this is a part Malleus actually remembers so he's in his dream now! It's been so long 🥺but, in this circumstance we need you back Malleus!

OH SHIIIIIIIIII- I mean, his hatred of the senate is fine, but SHOOOOOOOOT now he knows about how Lilia gave his lifeforce to him and that it was hidden from him. And he's even angry with his grandma...

The way I screeched when Silver came on screen and was facing Malleus oooooof

And now we're playing tag with Malleus :D

OH SHIZ the last stage is a battle! Aigh, time to see how this ends for now

Welp, time to leave it on auto and lose to Malleus :DD

Oh! The sweet music is playing again!

Ok, now we're moving to another dream. Maybe Idia? Since Ignihyde is supposed to play a role. Ortho is definitely in action, but Idia is still dreaming

Ortho?

How is he projecting himself into a dream?!?! Technology beyond mortal comprehension?

So, Ortho woke Idia up???? Or something???

Alright, well, I guess that's it for this part. Umm, tons of Lilia backstory which I loved and we were able to see present Malleus now! So! That's! Cool!

So, predictions from what my brain can even conjure at this moment. Team up with Idia and Ortho, maybe Idia will be able to create some sort of super weapon that can help us defeat Malleus? That's all I got. My brain is a bit mush right now. Anyway. Uhh, hope any person enjoyed this...mess.

#twisted wonderland chapter 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland chapter 7 part 6 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #im losing my mind

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aho-dapa · 2 years ago

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Tamlin x king of hybern

i dare you to make a ship fic out of this XD surprise me! Take me off guard! Make it sad, or toxic, or a surprise fluff! Go crazy!

Also I LOVE YOUR PFP, PENELOPE IS BEST GIRL!

#DeathIsTheOnlyEndingForAVillainess

TW: uh dark themes like corruption and what it takes to get there, vague dddne vibe

Okay okay so like any villain flavored ship, it can go three ways: horribly, tenderly, or both.

Horribly

Let's see, could go really dddne the way it could would Amarantha, mind break flavors, or even the slow corruption arc that's only painful (meaning Tamlin looses his sense of self completely)

Both

This is still a mind break corruption route, but if we used canon: since we never actually see the KoH until ACOMAF and he's described as someone plain in the books (please sjm I'm gonna start a petition to allow your villains to hot fr)

Let's have KoH infiltrate the Spring Court during ACOWAR as Just Some Guy who gradually gains the trust of the Spring Court and integrates himself pretty well in their daily life. Maybe he went there to see the situation and maybe even take down the Spring Court, but guess what? Hilariously, he doesn't even have to lift a finger. Feyre destroys it herself and not just the Spring Court, but also deals a devastating mental blow to Tamlin. This leaves him open to manipulation even especially if Lucien leaves with Feyre. Especially if he spirals into what we saw in ACOFAS where Rhys eluded to Tamlin not even protecting himself by keeping the manor unguarded.

Meaning that this gives the KoH plenty to time to literally be the sole person by Tamlin’s side especially if he can glamor himself or even has some new ability like the ability to possess people (which could explain his age and why he might be older than Beron).

Maybe it even goes so far that Tamlin begins to rely solely on the KoH and falls for him because he just wants to be cared for rn and no longer have to push himself to be someone he's not as the High Lord of Spring

Plot twist?? Maybe (in sjm's all fae but villains are carved by the Mother herself) the KoH was actually human and was the first to use the Cauldron to become fae and that's why he knew he could change Nesta and Elain. And that's why he just knows how to use it.

This would definitely add more layers of complication towards how Tam would eventually grow closer with him because I honestly think he could get to a point where he just wants to rest and be treated kindly so he could ignore what the KoH is doing in Prythian, but that he would have difficultly if he had to live with cruelty surrounding him (given that he's already moved to Hybern). So he would definitely hate it if the KoH didn't rule fairly or reinstated slavery.

Then again, KoH motives for this can be fleshed out into a manipulation tactic or wild, maybe the KoH still actually sees himself as human and is trying to destroy all the fae as like a weird moral excuse. Or it could be that the KoH had the Cauldron before this and actually had slaves as a cover where maybe all the slaves in Hybern are actually a super secret saiyan humans and are undercover to infiltrate courts and all lands because back during his time, humans couldn't move freely in the world without being a slave or subservient to the fae. But at that point, it's getting very conspiracy and ends up trying to excuse a lot for him so that Tamlin can actually have a relationship with him. Tbh, if the slavery thing isn't addressed, I could see Tamlin snapping out of it and in a very climatic battle where everyone thinks Tamlin's basically become the co-ruler of Hybern, he kills the KoH and just sobs over his body

Extra tragic if Tamlin doesn't feel like he can be forgiven and dies with the KoH

Tenderly

Okay so this would rework the KoH and give him an even more tragic backstory. Given that I already mentioned human KoH, what if it's actually where Amarantha and Clythia have been ruling Hybern for over a millenia. And using the KoH as a puppet king they crowned long ago after turning him fae in their Cauldron experiments. And then that neatly explains why Hybern killed all their human slaves before setting them free. They wouldn't want evidence of their world domination plan using human turned fae magically bound to them to get outside of Hybern.

The slave bargains they use on humans still goes over when they're Made fae, similar to how Feyre's bargain with Rhys is still intact after becoming fae. The only way to be free of the bargain is if the ones who made it die.

Of course, there's a limit to how many people they can control and they limit it to a very small group in Hybern.

That also means that they can put themselves in positions of power in their court without having the same risks as a ruler would. Like imagine the multiple assassination attempts and general inhumanization (hah) the KoH would have to go through for what seems like a literal eternity. And their the ones actually starting wars in Prythian and the reason why Hybern surrendered is because Clythia died and Amarantha is the younger sister and she definitely relied on her in their impossibly immortal lives (not before getting personal revenge on Jurian tho who definitely learns about the KoH)

Or Amarantha surrenders after Clythia's death because Jurian found out about the Cauldron and destroyed it into three pieces (like in canon but with it actually being broken not that it needs to stand on three legs) and the humans hid it from her

But Amarantha only discovers this after she kills Jurian and tries to bring Clythia back, effectively killing off the few people that know about the Cauldron

In this, Amarantha would be the main antagonist and she does eventually collect the othe pieces but conquers prythian and utm to find the last. She resurrects Clythia and Jurian (so that he can be tortured more) and they go back to their plan of world domination.

Maybe feylin happens or something else does but Tamlin does eventually takes sides with Hybern and becomes Amarantha's High Consort as the High Queen of Prythian while Clythia goes on to fulfill her childhood dreams of becoming Empress of the Continent.

(Also, kinda nice that the evil sisters always have each other's backs and will never betray each other and that's also what makes them a threat because no one can shake that foundation)

Eventually Jurian does tell Tamlin that the KoH is literally the oldest Cauldron Made Fae outside of Amarantha and Clythia. They scheme to set him free and they eventually kill Amarantha (with the help of literally everyone else).

But before that it plays out that Amarantha sends Tamlin back to Hybern after their wedding ceremony so that she doesn't have to worry about him (both for his life and so that he can't conspire against her) and so that she can secretly move the Cauldron back to Hybern where it's kept safe

But because Clythia and Amarantha are both not at Hybern, the KoH has a little room to act as he wishes. He acts on their orders and can never reveal his true personality but he does strangely enough do his best for Hybern and ruling its people because they've also been living under years and years of tyranny (through him). So when their not watching he can take steps to express some of his desires.

He married only once a long time ago to have a heir but Amarantha killed his child as punishment because he started doing little things that made the court question him. Basically the KoH has no hope for freedom and just lives like an actual puppet and has become somewhat desensitized to his surroundings.

But because Clythia died, Amarantha now is the only one who can actually control the KoH, so now the bargain that was placed on him forever ago is weakened. (Meaning Clythia needs to remake the bargain with the KoH to reinstate her control over him. But because neither Amarantha or Clythia have died of old age, they don't know that the bargain has weakened)

Cue the suspicions Tamlin begins to have about the KoH and Tamlin actually exploring Hybern and learning lore until he eventually finds the Cauldron slowly discovers the truth

He learns that Amarantha and Clythia are the oldest fae alive and can actually steal the powers of others but can only manage one at a time and they have to learn it again once they relinquish it. Amarantha used daemati abilities to literally take complete control over Prythian and even a young Rhys. That's also how she's able to completely control the KoH without anyone knowing because she can command him through her thoughts. She's fully had a leash on the KoH for so long that she feels okay with leaving him be because she can also harm his citizens (who he has somewhat grown attached too)

This would be a great way to actually flesh out Hybern and not have it just be a place of misery and oppression. Even Amarantha and Clythia know how to rule in ways that gives them power. Amarantha uses fear tactics but eventually plans on letting up when her rule stabilizes (even the Romans enjoyed brutality when it wasn't them actually experiencing it). Basically, the people are willing to suffer through a cruelty if they are content and will not endure someone incompetent with their needs. Meaning that the KoH's (forced) cruelty is not just because, it's about gaining and keeping power. Clythia had a great balance of this, while Amarantha prefers more violent tactics (which is also why she had all the slaves be killed instead of giving them up).

It's during this time that the KoH and the other puppet fae begin to hope for the first time for freedom, and the KoH eventually breaks a rule that set up by Clythia and Amarantha.

During this time, Tamlin and the KoH get close. Also, guilty pleasure, but they also have an affair because Tamlin is technically married to Amarantha but neither of them care about that (but they do have to hide it which is honestly the best part).

Eventually, Amarantha dies and Hybern stages a revolt as the KoH is no longer bond in a slave bargain.

Clythia is killed as well after more plot and the KoH eventually explains everything publicly utm. Amren can confirm he's a Made fae and he does eventually get redipped in the Cauldron to become human again. Maybe he stays immortal or maybe not.

Also maybe, to tie a little plot hole, they Made his appearance different as the original KoH (if he was an imposter instead of just a puppet king) and he changed back to what he originally looked like as a human once they both died??

Or it could even be that Hybern was originally a human kingdom before it was conquered by the Fae and the KoH was made a slave after Amarantha and Clythia conquered it with their father (?) the original KoH forever ago. And then that would add another layer that they basically deposed their dad.

This could tie into different endings where either the KoH abdicated and goes with Tam to the Spring Court, or they both fuck off and become wanderers, or the KoH stays the KoH (in a different body) and rules over Hybern peacefully (or enacts a council or does something else) and reclaims Hybern for humans (especially if we're going with the HC that the Treaty only works between Hybern and Prythian and the only current free lands for humans is below the Spring Court).

I'm personally biased to that the KoH was a human king who was conquered by the Fae and then Made Fae (which was forgotten to history) by Amarantha and Clythia after enslaving him into a bargain. That means that the KoH doesn't change his appearance and then reclaims Hybern for humans. And Tamlin rules with him while Lucien OR Feyre (or both who knows) can look after the Spring Court. Especially if it came down to the fact that the KoH can't leave his kingdom to anyone rn but Tamlin can.

It could also be a nice breather for Tamlin especially if he found the Spring Court to hold too many bitter memories for him and/or he doesn't feel like he could go back to the Spring Court as the same person he once was. Also Hybern could just feel more freeing to him personally because he's no longer has to play the part of High Lord with all the expectations of it. He doesn't have to contend with nobles about his status as a bastard that had been conceived on Calanmai outside of wedlock (which would actually make more sense than that all the nobles left because he was a warrior) and never feeling like he could mold himself into the fancy trappings of the spring court.

It would be interesting to have Tamlin see Spring as something eternally stagnant because the seasons don't change. Eternally beautiful and eternally brutal. The Spring Court could be filled to the brim with nobles and there fancy clothing and how Tam sees it all as a farce, as an excuse for cruelty (since i often base my Spring Court on France during the revolution). Maybe because he's spent centuries trying to change it but he never feels like he's making progress. Especially if the succession system is like canon. He couldn't refuse his title, and the nobles were stuck with him and he had to live in paranoia that someone would test the family magic he had to the Court itself and see if they could replace him. (They don't because of their potential fears).

I also like the idea of Tam being demi and genderfluid and just feeling stagnant like the Court itself with their expectations of him. And since I'm petty, I like to think evil Hybern is actually more nuanced and feels more free to Tam. He can remake himself there where no one is looking. He finally gets privacy to be himself. And that's what he found even while as Amarantha's High Consort.

Imagine he was given many of the expectations a woman would be given because his roles were switched with Amarantha. Even if she bears him children, he will be the one to raise them and with how he would have limited say on most things in her High Court.

I'm also a personal fan of soft Tam and just letting him become even softer. In this way, he likes helping the KoH but he doesn't want to rule. Of course they're equals, it just tastes different because Tamlin no longer has to be forced into those expectations. He likes the idea of raising his children instead of spending his days debating with nobles on policies. He likes the idea of tea parties and gossip and things typically feminine in comparison to his peers. Basically, he's just very genderfuck.

basically I wanna see Tam in some historical irish dresses and running barefoot in the rain

Uhhhhh, so I rambled there uh

Hope you enjoyed me spiraling because now I'm definitely planning on writing the tender part of this journey

#pro tamlin #anti sjm #uh i spiraled once again #tamlin x koh #koh x tamlin #i apologize how did it get so long?????????#omg also i forgot #i also love villains are destined to die #already have a fic planned for that fandom actually #acotar era

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anulithots · 1 year ago

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So that could've been a mini-spiral, here's a thing that helped.

Uhmm... I'm going to tag @holdmyteaplease and @dancinginsepia, you all may like this <3

Context is that the others are in the "news watching phase" and I don't like my existence being political. (But sarcasm is great, that was the moral of the story.)

ANYWHO-

Specifically make a playlist to songs you've had the "nirvana lots of stimming" thing for. The ones that you've played over and over again for days and hummed along and danced to in the closet. Just those ones. Not any of the "good vibes ones" or even the "ooh character daydreams ones" just the ones you've actively felt the uber-happy-serotonin to. (Although in mine I added a few more melancholy ones that still give me happy chemicals, just make sure the most jammie jam ones are first.)

Mine's here because why not:

Okie dokie, that's part one.

The second part is the assigning a thought process the role of "caretaker". I story-fied this so that there are pixies that take residence in Anuli's head because of mycorrhizal symbiosis and only Naegi (the language processing, presentable one) can speak, so fae tells Anuli to use faer thoughts to give Squioo (the caretaker) a voice, and I really really want to include snippets of on-the-spot prose but maybe at the end.

Anywho, this "caretaker" thought process is there to soothe you whenever you need them. Mine calls me "bean" and says a lot of "I know, it's okay" and any help I need with doing the next task and not holding onto the spiral thoughts.

In fact! Thoughts become most damaging when they are OUR thoughts. They aren't! Most of the time, they are offered from that collection of subconscious childhood sponge stuff. You collected that, yes, but not by choice, so none of that is yours, they are only meant to help you when you need it.

And there was this one podcast my parents listened to in the car (long drives <3) and it talked about the four parts of the brain (Theoretically, they are nice guides, not foolproof, but nice. It makes me feel less alone - that was cheesy - in my head). They go like this:

The presentable one. Think "masking". This is your presentably and plan-making part of your brain that likes to analyze things (for the sake of future things, I think hyperfixations are more of a "three" part of the brain... more on that later.) Very future focused and will try to keep you out of trouble in society. You can call upon this one for any logic things for the future.

The Danger one. The one that probably got you in that spiral. They are that scared child that needs to hide and protect themselves and get away from the danger. They are only a scared little one, so it's best to call upon the Caretaker at that point to calm them down.

The inner child. Hyperfixations and the present moment has all these wonderful things and let's have some fun and oooh squirrel and this one lives off dopamine and having fun and stimulation every second of the day. Can get in trouble though. And this one will probably use jokes to make you feel better. Also a little one.

Then there's the caretaker.

I sttttoorrryyyfiiiieeeddd them! (They used to be one being and before they split and Floa got in trouble and now they are banished and Naegi is working on a plan to get unbanished and I don't even know if they will be cannon yet but like... I love them and they are the roles that I use.)

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SNIPPETS

TW for the idea that certain minorities/other groups can be "parasites" and harm the majority. (Sorry, don't know what the term for this would be.)

"I don't want to think about that fallen fairy nonsense. In fact, say another word about them and I'll find one... I'll rip it;s eyes out so it can see what horror its bringing to all of my innocent dryads. "

Maidoe nodded. Nodded. Not a single shift in faer behavior. Did fae- was Maidoe like that too?

Does fae think that of me?

The container shattered. Static latched along my neck, tightening. My breath caught in the fibers. Perhaps my heart burst, it's sticky web spun around my head. Blood trickled from my ears. It exposed me to everyone, my eyes would fall into the puddles, warm and sticky and my sight fell beneath the pools of blood sinking beneath all the horrors I've ever-

"You okay? You went..." Maidoe tilted faer head, "Well, you're staring at your feet like they've wronged you."

I'm a fallen fairy. I'm a fallen fairy. I'm a fallen fairy. I'm a fallen fairy I'm drowning I'm drowning

dying.

"F-fine" I breathed.

"You sure?"

Just that word was an arc, a million stories, all that I had left, any more and I would burst at the seams.

I nodded.

Maidoe smiled and turned back to the Mother Fairy, the one who- and fae was -

How could fae be two things? That's not moral ambiguity, that's a juxtaposition and a dichotomy and tonal dissonance and it didn't add anything it didn't make narrative sense-

'You're spiraling.'

I growled. I know that Naegi, I know, I'm sorry, I know, and it's not-

'Squioo could help. Fae's done so before, and we can have us fumbling in front of important figures, just think of what that would do to our reputation-'

Fibers wormed around my spine, snaked around my neck, pulled until it bled, swelled-

Squioo could fix it?

What do I do? How do I do it? Is it difficult because I can't, I'm sorry, it's not- but I'll try to- I can't promise-

My scalp throbbed. I would've pressed my hands to my head and tugged at roots and yet my fingertips remained by my sides.

'Just give faer access to your thoughts so fae can speak to you, since you think in... word-ish pictures?'

Stories. I'm sorry. Did I mess it up already? Predestined fate of the villain and I will burst and that will mess everything up and this is nothing I haven't heard before and it was so small what do I do what do I do-

'Just imagine one of those... how would you phrase it? Mentor figures? Except more of the subtle sort. A caretaker. Someone who will soothe you from this spiral, imagine a few words and Squioo will gain access from there.'

I stiffened. The whispers of a forgotten lullaby ringing in my ears, of broken windchimes and fae was hurt and angry and does Kamari think like that now-

'Try a sentence to start with.'

You're okay, little on- oh I- what if it doesn't work? Am I doing it right? What if it's- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

'Continue.'

You'll be okay, Anuli, I promise. We'll have a happy ending where we sing to the stars that we are free. It will be wonderous. Are you cold? Does that feel better?

If you wanted to stay you wouldn't have broken-

'Hello love. We'll take this one note at a time, okay?'

I bit the inside of my mouth, the sobs scratching at the confines. Okay

'Can you focus on the insides of your nose for me? And when you're ready, take a deep breath, whenever you're ready. Okay?'

I'll burst.

'That's okay. Do you want to try your palms instead? Can you watch those?'

My fingers twitched at my sides. Like this?

'Yes, very good love. Do your palms feel cold, hot?'

Hot and twitchy.

'That's alright love. Just watch it for now, any sensations?'

Yes.

'Can you tell me about them?'

I breathed out, hitched and shaky. They have... sparkles? Waves of almost wind but thicker, soft and... bouncy... like moss? But clouds?

'Cloudy moss must be very soft.'

A spurt of laughter mixed with swollen sobs. It's floaty.

'That's wonderous love. We'll watch it together, okay?'

Okay.

The fibers and blood fell though my fingertips, leaving me a washed-out cloth, left in the rain for moons, and oh how hollow and wonderous the sunlight was.

Squioo?

'Yes?'

... You're wonderous. Thank you.

'Aw. Thank you love.'

#writeblr #creative writing #self healing #self care #self love #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #spiraling #the land of the fallen fairies #anuli the dryad #take care of yourself #fiction #dryads #oc story #I really hope these pixies end up being cannon.#Which means I'll have to work on finishing the backstory I can get to the first chapter...#okay #off we go

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forthesanityofstorytellers · 1 year ago

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Writeblr Battle Royale, Lyra - Round 1

Oh Anuli 😭

Anyway.

Joined the @writeblrbattleroyale event and entered Lyra as one of my OCs to fight to the death!! And, well...I mean Lyra would do it except she's got an impulse to help/defend the ones that she can. So when she spotted @anulithots 's Anuli in the arena she just...really...couldn't...hurt fae. She wants to pick fae up and cuddle her until things are okay. But she's been in something similar enough to this that she knows how this goes and doesn't want fae to have to go through this again and again and again...so she makes a choice.

Content warnings for self-deprecating/ can be read as mild su*cidal ideation

Wordcount: 1,610

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Static.

The story restarted with static.

As it did. Every time. Every cycle. Leading to nothing but this ending and this ending alone. Some false lead that I may have won. That I might have written a happy ending. Or an unhappy one in this case… only to be blinded to a plot twist of my own making.

How utterly ironic. The villain messed with faer own motives. Antagonistic, even to faerself. All I needed was an evil laugh. My realization arc would be complete.

…As soon as my weight stopped tipping from side to side and I figured out if those spark-rimmed dark spots were real or not, and the static stopped consuming me whole.

Plot holes and darling murders.

I must have fallen. The tether finally snapped. Into the static I went. Into a happy ending, a release, a freedom I didn’t deserve…. How could it be a sequel? No one likes sequels. It was already the end after all. The villain got faer unhappy ending. It should’ve stayed that way.

Sequels were narratively impossible. The story was over, all loose threads, resolved, one can’t write a continuation to something forgotten and finished. The only way to do it was a narrative spiral and even that… It hurts. My leaves smarted as the black spots danced.

The captured star broke from its container, shattering the shards in an explosion of light. The shards stuck in odd angles, flesh punctured, beads of blood tricking, pooling in my stomach. It roared, setting my skin on fire. The static swirled in my head, throbbing, throbbing…

When did my heartbeat get so loud? Was I breathing? Yes, weird and hollow, but there. Why was it so loud?

Another one of those spooky antagonist paradoxes.

…. Oh that was ridiculous.

….

My vision blurred in and out. Didn’t I get rid of- I swayed, back and forth. Thoughts fizzled and popped. Not again. I rubbed my head in circular motions. Feelings exist. Feelings exist. Do not float into oblivion. Why did my skin burn? Was it that hot? Was there even sun? It hurts. Shouldn’t it stop hurting after…. a while?

Oh no. No no no nonono.

Lyra shook off her disorientation as the white began to fade from around her into the space beyond, revealing an arena. The walls rose up around them in stone, the dirt scuffling at her feet as her ears began to swivel and she took in the sights and sounds around her. She flinched when a box up high began speaking, flattening her ears to her head as she took a moment to adjust to the noise and the crackle of static.

A gamemaster? Contenders?! Opponents!?

“No!!” she yelled, wings snapping out to either side. “Not again!!”

She hadn’t even been playing with the scroll this time. She’d given up the search for him, had started trying to fight the darkness back home without his aid. She didn’t have time for this, she didn’t want to be stuck in another death-match tournament with an onlooker that watched bloodshed for amusement.

She glanced around. Her bow. Where was her bow!?!

She caught sight of the one that was supposed to be her opponent, Lyra spreading out her wings and readying herself to fly. To use magic if she needed, damn the consequences. She needed to get back home as fast as possible.

But the one across from her…they seemed…like they shouldn’t be here. They seemed lost, confused.

Lyra lowered her wings. Glanced around at the arena. Looked back at the one opposite her.

“...Are you okay?” She called out. She took the risk of approaching. They didn’t answer at first. So she tried again. “You look so frightened,” she said softly. “Do you…have wings?” She flexed her own a little, enough to make them move. “Can you fly? Maybe we can fly out of here together?”

The words- for they were words after all… maybe… probably - floated over my head and to some far off place.

The other fairy (?) flexed their wings and the static ricocheted.

Oh no no no, absolutely not. Forget narrative symmetry and thoughts stop burning up and form coherent words….

Battle of the fates.

Kill the fallen fairy.

And the other one, some other high protector, took that archetype in every shape, way, and form.

They should kill the fallen fairy, before they realize its true nature. An irredeemable mushed up mess of antagonistic traits that would inevitably mess this up. It was only a matter of some sick comedic timing. Sequels were ridiculous like that. I growled. It made my roots curl into themselves, static sparking. And like a sequel, the story was set on reusing the same plot structure, beginning, progressing, and ending the same way.

Kamari should’ve realized sooner.

They should’ve realized sooner.

Anuli the antagonist couldn’t fly. Anuli the antagonist couldn’t say things right or find faer tree or function whatsoever or get faer thoughts off faer ridiculous stories for two seconds for simple, simple things that Anuli the antagonist just couldn’t do. No matter how hard fae tried. Fae wasn’t trying to be an antagonist… at least, I hoped that was the case. But whenever I tried to fix things, it never worked. I was just… the antagonist.

They would waste valuable time trying to further the narrative of the opposition. It would cost them. It would cost them their happy ending.

I really needed to perfect that evil laugh.

The ground swayed. The static roared. I couldn’t even be an antagonist. It was so hot. So loud.

A small, selfish thought imagined the other - the protagonist, the ‘opponent’ - giving me a hug and singing and a lullabye, making the Place of Tethers retreat. I hissed at it. Never again. I would not repeat the same story twice.

I gripped my antenna and yanked until my muzzle stung.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Lyra muttered, backing away. Put her hands up. “I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.” She kept her voice soft. She glanced around. It sounded like this was a contest. Like there was another death match just beyond this one, and another and another and another. She glanced back at her ‘opponent’ and let out a sigh. “You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve…to have anyone hurt you, Kelouoyba. I’m so sorry for the pain you’ve gone through.”

She stood and backed away. “I’m going to make sure you don’t have to put up with this.” She glanced up at the white expanse above them. Raised her voice so she could be heard by the one no doubt watching. “And once I’m done here I’m coming for you, game master!!”

She would not go through this again. Would not watch as ones like this one were forced into fighting for their lives. Not ones that had clearly been through a lot. That had been through enough. That deserved peace.

Her wings stretched to either side and she took off into the air, keeping herself level with the top of the wall, just under where the wall turned into what looked like some sort of stands or seating of some kind. She turned her attention to the other one, began humming as she concentrated. Summoned her core magic from deep within. Reached out with hands and magic to connect with the earth directly under her opponent. Felt it as her magic connected to this strange ground, pushing with all her might to create a hole directly under them.

Mistake.

I deserve it. I ruined the same story multiple times. I’m a villain. An antagonist.

It would be so much worse. I could either let the tether tighten, or fall to everything different. Both were wrong - false leads to the same ending.

And so the story continues. The villain ruins the stories of the ones who gave the antagonist faer own.

“Akonh Kelouoyba!!” Use your wings, little one. She shouted it as angrily as she could, made it sound like a threat to help sell the idea that she was attacking using her magic, knowing that they likely couldn’t understand her even as her voice rattled in her throat, the cost of her magic.

The Protector shouted. Shouted. Angry. Or wanted something. Something that I couldn’t give. I winced. I did it again. Couldn’t get out of my own thoughts for two minutes to prevent this. Perhaps I was meant to play this role for eternity. Over and over and over and -

The Protector… was angry, during a battle of the fates.

Fae realized.

The story’s over.

Villain defeated.

The static roared and the world collapsed to darkness.

Once they fell she slammed the top of the earth shut with a loud hammering sound and landed on the very spot. She knew she had left an opening big enough and deep enough for them to be safe, so long as they were able to flutter down and reach the bottom. She placed her hand on the spot they had just been and whispered, “Rmhte, Kelouoyba.” Be safe, little one.

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Yeah. She's gonna try and fight her way up to the game master so she can kill him. She doesn't like being forced in these types of games and even more so now after Anuli. It'll be interesting to see how far she gets.

Also to see if she meets a certain OC that'll put her on edge and probably cause her to have a meltdown.

This was fun! ❤ I'm glad we got to write together and I can't wait for round 2!!

#writeblr battle royale #Lyra #Anuli #might not be the last we hear of her tho #I'll be interested to see if anyone can get Lyra to show her dark side lol #she does have one #she just doesn't show it

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respitelocklyre · 11 months ago

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Notification: Respite💀🌹⚰️ shared a story! Say hi!

[The following update is posted in the form of a video]

[ID: A vertically-oriented video depicting a black and white tiefling with long, upwards-spiraling horns, silver hair, and brown eyes. They are filming themselves walking down a dirt path. Surrounding them are various stalls selling wares; it is night time but the market is well-lit with various magical lighting sources. Walking next to them and slightly out of frame is a taller owlin. He is brown and white, with tufts of feathers sticking out here and there. He's wearing a sleeveless leather jacket and an assortment of necklaces decorated with bones, teeth, talons, etc. His wings are tucked behind his back. The tiefling is smiling at the camera while they talk and the owlin waves at the camera.]

Transcript:

Hey guys! I thought it would be fun to hop on my stories quick to show you all this super cute pop-up that I'm at! I'm here with Javvy! [the tiefling holds up their arm to show that they're holding hands with the owlin] It's called the Seelie Market! It's this fae night market that showed up outside the Strixhaven campus today, and I can't tell you how gorgeous and, like, kind of eerie it is.

[The camera flips to show the rows of stalls lining the illuminated pathway as they continue walking]

Not in, like, a bad way, but in a cool, mysterious kind of way; the atmosphere here is still festive! It's kind of circus-y but like..."dark carnival" sort of circus. Plus, look at all these artisan vendors. It's sooo important to support small businesses, y'know? They don't even use gold here, it's all trade based, like a little creative commune! If you're in the area or see that it's coming your way, you should def check it out!

[The camera flips back to show the couple again, but mostly the tiefling]

The first vendor we hit up was a literal talking dog that was, like, selling a bunch of cute trinkets. All you had to do was trade a trinket of your own to get one. Javvy got me this beautiful set of hairpins [the tiefling turns their head to show off a shining, opalescent pin in their hair]. We literally just left my friend Mettie there because I knew he wasn't ever gonna want to leave- I think one time he spent, like, 2 hours in front of a single shelf at an antique store back in our hometown.

[Turns to the owlin, laughing] Did I ever tell you that story? Oh, my goddess, I think I ran around the place, like, 10 times before he'd finished inspecting everything and holding the old guy who ran the place hostage by asking where he got every little trinket. He seemed happy to have someone to talk to at first, but, like, we didn't even have any money 'cuz we were kids- the old guy got soooo pissed when we left without buying anything. [Pauses] Well, okay, he might've been mad because I did break a tea set. He didn't let us back in unless we had money after that.

[the camera flips suddenly to show a bunch of fruit stands] Wait, look! They even have a farmer's market kind of thing going on. There's fruit stands all throughout. The berries were really fresh, and the prices were [pauses] uh...basically dirt cheap. Really good deal for locally sourced produce.

After that we went and got our fortunes told, too! They have this cute setup for tarot readings right in the center of the market! [The tiefling holds up an intricately decorated card labeled 'The Throne'] They even let us keep the cards! I got this one- it was something about, like, new responsibilities and how only I'd know if I was ready for them when the time came? I guess I need to do some introspection. Jav got a reading, too- [Glances at the owlin] uh, but...I mean, the whole thing is definitely bogus, even if it is fun!

I know Mire and Willow went in ahead of us, but they seemed pretty set on seeing the rest of the fair so I didn't get much of a chance to talk to them about their readings. Willow has been way interested in seeing the masked guy on the poster- I think it's the main act in the little circus performance they put on! They probably headed in that direction. Last I saw Sersh I "encouraged" her to get a reading, too... Hopefully the psychic gave her whatever card tells her to stop being such a boring stick in the mud [snickers].

I'm not sure where Lulu or- [grimaces] ugh, wait, I see Thad by those cute dolls I wanted to look at, actually. Did he buy something...? [Huffs and begins walking faster, pulling the owlin along] Whatever, we'll go there later. There's plenty of other stuff to check out first, like [pauses, squinting at something in the distance] the card collector? Sure, let's go see what that guy's all about. [Turns to the owlin] Does that sound good? [The owlin nods and agrees] Maybe they take the cards we got from our fortunes and do something with them...?

Alright, guys, I'm gonna hop off while we check the rest of this place out! I'll be back on later if anything cool happens, [they glance over at the owlin] or I might just post a little update-slash-summary video tomorrow so I can enjoy my date [the tiefling winks at the camera before the video cuts].

#Strixhaven life updates

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misscammiedawn · 1 year ago

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I am doing the asking thing!

(instead of working but shhhhh)

What's one elaborate — as in, requires a lot of setup and negotiation — scene idea that's been knowing around your brain / that you've always wanted to try? :)

Answering instead of working x.x;

You caught me in Cammie headspace so Imma answer from a hypnotee perspective! There's 10000% stuff Dawn has been kicking about for months if not years though-- silly Fae thinks she can top the kidnapping scene--- it's not possible!

Okay, okay, for Dawn it's the synesthesia conditioning she wants to do-- try to work on the idea of seeing sounds and colors and trying to paint every sense as to be overwhelmed by lavender-- you see a lavender filter-- smell lavender-- taste lavender-- feel the plumes of lavender mist against your skin - hear lavender (what would it sound like? Why-- Miss Dawn's voice of course! Miss Dawn's voice is lavender and lavender is the scent of Miss Dawn's hypnosis and so you can just feel it filling your senses-- feel HER filling your senses--)

It's an intense scene and she's working on it! But she wants to try it sometime <3

ANYWAY!

Hypnotee planning is not hypnotist planning-- you gotta approach things from a different angle. Maybe it's just me? IDK

See when a hypnotist plans a scene they start with practical ideas, results and potentially who they intend to work with and it's like solving a puzzle layer by layer--

With a hypnotee you start with what you want to feel and what you want to experience and work to fill in the blanks! Sometimes the idea is "I wanna be hypnotized to become the lovely assistant in a stage show" which is the seed and then you grow it with the little things "I wanna be put in an outfit" "I wanna feel like I'm the only person in a packed audience, chosen above all else and turned into the hypnotist's prized and shown off trinket" etc etc--

It grows from the initial prompt and you start filling it in with fantasy and then start weighing it down with reality-- I think Dawn starts with reality and starts adding fantasy to it-- I dunno-- it's just funny how our brain works on this sorta stuff

My big want atm is one I am going to *get* on Friday!

Imaginatrix did a Twitter post that Stardazer turned into a comic about starring at a spiral app on a phone in the middle of Trafalgar Square in Central London-- our city!

The intimacy of being the only two people in a crowded venue, the ambience of the city sounds and running water of the fountain just becoming muted? The leaning against a partner and melting into them as you stare-- it's so-- so *intimate* and I want that

I think I'll mentally retreat to London while I'm there-- just get overwhelmed by it all--

I can't wait!

I know there's also the sword chin lift scene (Dawn has a take on it too) that is gonna happen this week too!

Really-- between all that-- the Masquerade stuff at Beguiled-- the kidnapping scene from 2021-- the vampire ball--

I'm kinda lucky that Big Scenes are just a thing we get to do? I'm so so lucky!

#cammie asks #hypno asks #hypnokink #daja <3 #scene suggestions #his heart grew SIX sizes that day

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frederickkatz · 3 months ago

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Say nothing has to change today

TIME: November 11th, 2024 PLACE: Richter & Sons BETWEEN: Cameron ( @cameronslaw ) & Fredrick NOTES: Written on Discord.

Sometimes people rent a room in other people's minds, when they say something the other can't stop thinking about. Warren had rented a fucking triplex inside Cam's with those texts. So of course he was anxious when Freddie arrived, catching him in the middle of the 98th lap pacing his office room. "Oh! Hi!" The fae straightened his back with a soft smile "Sorry I pulled you out of that meeting"

Freddie tried not to overthink or worry too much about Cameron’s sudden and weird texts. He focused on the meeting that took a little longer than the hour he had promised so as soon as he finished his business he moved to an empty street and appeared at Cameron’s office, still wearing the three pieces suit he had worn for the meeting Warren had sent him to. He frowned when Camero seemed little startled at his presence, “That’s ok, you didn’t know where I was so no problem, are you ok?” he asked setting his briefcase aside as he loosened his tie.

Cameron's eyes were glued to the man in front of him. When he thought Freddie couldn't look hotter, he went and proved him wrong. "Me? Oh- oh yes, I'm okay" he said with a smile, watching him fumble with the tie for a moment before he stepped closer "Let me" the fae murmured, reaching to the tie to gently loosen it around Freddie's neck. Once it was done, he looked up to the horseman with a smile "Hi" Cam almost whispered "Sorry I worried you, it really isn't that big of a deal."

Freddie frowned when Cameron kept looking at him without answering right away, “ok, if you say so,” he sighed and nodded when Cameron moved closer to help him with the tie. He smiled a bit at the greeting, “hey… it’s ok, I’m pretty sure it’s important enough for you to text,” he said reaching to touch Cameron’s hands at the ends of his tie, “so what is it?” he asked taking a small step back, waiting to hear what has happened for Cameron to ask him to come over instead of just telling him.

Cam cleared his throat when Freddie stepped back, suddenly nervous, Warren's words swimming in his mind. "So, you know how some time ago you said I was dating Trevor, and I corrected you and said that I wasn't?" He scratched the back of his head, feeling awkward for just blurting it out "That changed, last week. And I didn't want you to think I was hiding it from you, but at the same time I thought it was a bit rude to just throw the information at your face like this, unprompted, but then Warren texted me asking if I had told you because he saw us together at the Thai restaurant and I got into this spiral of worry that maybe you'd think I was lying and now I can't stop talking please say something?"

Freddie nodded when Cameron asked if he remembered to have asked about his relationship with Trevor. He tilted his head a little confused when Cameron started to explain so nervously that his relationship with Trevor had changed but just when he was about to say something, the fae mentioned Warren and his expression turned sour right away, “fucking Warren,” he spit in a low murmur and shook his head, taking a deep breath and sitting down on the nearest couch, “I really hate it when my siblings feel the right to get in my fucking business,” he said seriously, “I wouldn’t think you were lying but I do wonder why you didn’t tell me earlier,” he said trying to calm down since his anger wasn’t aimed to Cameron, “so you and Trevor are like really together now? In a serious relationship?” he asked leaning back, looking at Cameron with a neutral expression.

Cameron moved to follow him when Freddie sat on the couch, sitting beside him "He didn't mean to get into your business as much as he wanted to make sure I wasn't hurting you, I guess" he said, omitting Warren's worried that a hurt Freddie would go ballistic. "You know I try not to bring up Trevor for no reason because, well because I think it might make you uncomfortable, so I was waiting for the subject of us to come up and it kinda didn't" the fae repeated, reaching out to touch Freddie's arm "Yeah, we're officially dating now" he said, searching for any reaction in Freddie's eyes "But that doesn't change anything between us"

Freddie huffed, “It still was not his business,” he said seriously, not caring about Warren’s reasons, he didn’t have to reach to Cameron and even less make it sound as if he was weak to get hurt. He frowned at the next part, why would it make me uncomfortable? You were already seeing him when this started, I’ve always known about him, and I’m pretty one I was the first to point out that whatever you had with him was bigger and deeper than this,” he said seriously. When Cameron touched his arm, he winced and moved aside, not really feeling like it was a good idea to touch him when he was distressed, he knew how his powers got a little lose when he was upset. “Of course it does. I don’t condone cheating. I might be an asshole and probably the worse creature in the world, but I do have Moral compass that more often than not, annoys everyone around me,” he said not specifically saying how much his siblings hated that, “and even if you say that he knows, and he understand and whatever excuse you might come up with that justifies that you’re having sex with someone other than your partner is a no for me,” he said seriously with a sigh, “I asked if it was serious, you said no and that’s why this worked, but it’s serious now, isn’t it? How would that work?” he said still with a neutral expression.

It is said that the higher you fly, the harder is the fall, and if the last few days with Freddie had been the best so far, Cameron knew he was due to some karmatic balance. Of course he couldn't have it all.

So he pulled back when Freddie winced away from him, hurt clear in his eyes when the horseman called what they had cheating. "You think I'd cheat?" Freddie's words felt like a slap to the face, so he couldn't do much more than whisper. "He knows about us. It was part of my agreement with him, we talked extensively about it and for the first time I think he's actually okay with it. It's not a monogamous relationship. I'm not a cheater, I- I thought you knew that."

Freddie noticed the exact moment where he had fucked up. Not only with words but with actions. The hurt in Cameron's eyes was saying it all, "No!" he answered right way when Cam asked if he thought he would cheat, "That's not what I meant," he added and sighed rubbing his face, taking a few deep breaths before explaining, "I didn't want you to touch me cause you have seen me lose control with my powers in a good way, but it also happens when I'm upset and it's not good," he cleared out, "I don't wanna hurt you," he added still keeping the distance, "I'm upset because Warren had no fucking right to talk to you about anything regarding what we have or even less what you have with someone else," he sighed. He listened carefully and nodded, "I know you're not, that's why I didn't want to be the reason why you might feel like that," he added, "if he knows and he really is ok with it, then I guess it's none of my business. I just don't want you to be caught in the middle of a mess... I like what we have, it's by far one of the best things in this human experience of mine, but I'd rather end it than getting you hurt about it cause you're my friend, probably the only real friend I've ever made, and I don't wanna fuck that up. And I don't wanna fuck up what you have with him. I know I can't offer the emotional connection he probably does so I don't want to damage your relationship with him," he admitted even if he did feel a little of envy of what they had and probably could never have with anyone, especially with Cameron now that his heart was taken.

The fae did his best to listen to his words over the thumping of blood in his ears, nodding along while his heart hammered in his chest, afraid this was it. "You're not gonna hurt me. I trust you, even- even if you don't" he said simply, not moving closer but also not moving away, his eyes glued to Freddie's hands. "To be honest, I'm not worried about Warren right now, I only care about us" Cam looked back up when Freddie said he knew Cam wasn't a cheater, and he didn't make him feel like one, the following words melting his heart. The fae paused for a long moment after he finished speaking, taking deep breaths while watching the horseman, as if making it an example so he'd follow. A minute later, he slowly stretched his hand, offering it to the horseman "Freddie, I love- what we have. It's important to me, and even if it's unorthodox... it's a serious thing for me. Our weird, kinda backwards friendship." He offered a tiny smile "I told Trevor about- about what we do. About the things you give me that he can't, he... he understands, really. I think he finally understood just how important you are to me. But... I don't want to make YOU uncomfortable with it either."

Freddie shook his head, “you don’t know that. It’s complicated… my powers work with and without touch, I don’t think it’s safe to touch you right now, I’m sorry,” he said sadly because he was not gonna risk it. He only shook his head cause the last person he wanted to think about was Warren, it only made him more upset and that would be even more dangerous. He shook his head at the offered hand, he had already explained to Cameron and he knew he was stubborn but it was a risk he was not willing to take, “living things die if I touch them when I’m like this…” he sighed and then for the first time in his life, he safe worded, not for him but for Cameron’s wellbeing, “…fire,” he said softly as he listened and tangled his own fingers together to keep them from Cameron’s touch, “you don’t get it… none of this is about me… I have no reason to feel uncomfortable, this isn’t the same you have with him, it’s you, it’s you I care about, it’s about you getting hurt, it’s about you having troubles with him because of me, it’s about you feeling like you have to balance things between him and me, it’s not about me. I know you hate me for saying this, but my feelings don’t work the same way yours and his and pretty much everyone else’s does, I don’t feel things the same way you all do, so please, stop worrying so much about the prospect of hurting me cause you end up hurting yourself worrying too much,” he said seriously.

The safeword caught him by surprise and for a second everything stood still. Cameron swallowed and nodded, scooting to the other end of the couch, away from him, per Freddie's request. "I don't hate you" Cam corrected him with a frown "I don't think I could even if I wanted to, to be honest" the fae sighed. Fuck, he was so gone. "I already talked to Trevor, you can talk to him yourself if you'd like to confirm it, but... He really is okay with it. And I know what I have with you is different from what I have with him, but it's not less because of it. You're not ruining anything to me, Freddie. Well, unless you'd rather stop seeing me, because then it'd kinda ruin us and- and that would really suck" Cam chuckled nervously, then took a deep breath, tangling his own fingers together so his hands would stop shaking "But even if- if we never have sex again, I hope you know I'd still like to be your friend. Because- because you're important to me."

Freddie looked up and smiled a little when Cameron said he didn’t hate him, “That’s a good thing,” he said softly. He shook his head, “I think he’s the one you should be worried about being uncomfortable, he seems the type,” he said with a playful smile, “if you tell me you talked it out with him and he told you it’s ok to keep having sex with me, I believe you. Cameron, have you understood that I really, really trust you?” he asked with a softer expression. “Well I did say the same things, even if we stop having sex I don’t wanna stop being your friend,” he sighed, “you are very important to me too… so does your new relationship with Trevor changes anything between us? Do we need to adjust or change anything?” he asked in a calmer tone.

The joke landed and Cam chuckled, even though he had a fake offended frown. It softened when Freddie said he trusted him. "I know you trust me. I just don't want to give you a reason to ever stop" the fae shrugged with a tiny smile, itching to reach out and touch him, but respecting Freddie's safeword. "No, it wouldn't change anything. Apart from maybe one or two people questioning it if they saw us together" he shrugged once more, biting his lip hopefully "So... Does that mean you want to keep seeing me?"

Freddie shook his head, "that's not gonna happen unless you lie to me and you don't seem to be the lying type," he smiled slightly. "People can go fuck themselves, it's none of their business," he added seriously. He nodded at the question, "of course I want to keep seeing you. Did I ever make it sounds like I wanted to stop?" He asked confused and unsure if maybe he had communicated himself wrong, "the only way I'll say we should stop having sex is if that's what you want," he assured.

The comment about people made Cam laugh, nodding along. "You didn't sound like you wanted it to stop but you got me worried for a moment there that that's where this conversation was going" the fae shrugged "Freddie, when I was almost dead and had like 15% of my blood in my body I still wanted to have sex with you, so if that's where the line is, you better get used to me" he smirked, pausing for a moment. "Are we ok then?"

Freddie huffed with a smile, "take it as payback for making me worry with all that nervous breakdown you had in your head fearing for the worse," he said teasingly, loosening the hold of his own fingers. He smiled a little even if the memory of Cameron hurt wasn't a pleasant one, "I'm already used to you," he assured and then nodded, "I guess we are... just please stop listening to my stupid brother ok? I don't know why he's making my business his but I'm gonna talk to him. Every time you two talk about me it ends up in a mess," he huffed.

The teasing made him laugh, even if his cheeks blushed in embarrassment. "Touche" he said apologetically, noticing how Freddie's hands relaxed. "I'll do my best, I promise. He was right, though, I needed to tell you" Cam shrugged once more "Is it safe for me to touch you now, do you think?"

Freddie nodded, "try not to panic so much next time, we have a good communication so it shouldn't be so stressful to tell me something," he asked softly. "Thanks and no, he wasn't, you would've told me, and we would've talked about this in our own time without this much stress," he said simply. He looked at his hands when Cameron asked if it was safe to touch now, "I don't know. I'd rather not to risk it honestly," he said unsure of how much his powers were still at the surface, "I know you do better with touch but I know how dangerous I can be without meaning to and it's not worth the risk if you're gonna get hurt," he smiled sadly.

Cameron groaned "I know, I'm sorry. Old habits die hard, I guess." The fae nodded along with a sad smile of his own when Freddie said they'd better not touch. "I understand." Cam sighed, looking around the room, his eyes landing on the box of chocolates on his shelf. Without saying a word he got up, reaching inside of the box before coming back to Freddie with a small smile "Since I can't touch you-" he joked, gently placing a Hershey's kiss on top of Freddie's knee.

Freddie nodded, "I know but it has happened twice so we both need to remember," he smiled a bit. He looked at Cameron moved around and grab something from his shelf to them come back and set the small chocolate over his knee, "now look at you being all cute," he smiled as he reached for the chocolate, "you've never kissed my knee before," he said playfully, "I probably should get going to ease the temptation," he swallowed hard, "I don't think we've ever been in the same room without touching each for too long so," he shrugged come stood up with time chocolate in hand, "it's ok if I text you later?"

"What? I'm adorable" Cam teased, then chuckled "Well you've never asked me to kiss your knee, but I'm willing" the fae joked, then nodded, reaching for Freddie's suitcase to hand it back to him "It must be a record, really. But yeah, please text me when you feel better." He offered the horseman a smile "And please don't fight with your brother in the meantime?"

Freddie huffed, "only sometimes," he agreed and then laughed, "I don't know why I would want you to kiss my knee," shook his head and accepted his briefcase, "alright. I'll text you later," he sighed and frowned, "that I can't promise. He deserve me to at least yell at him but I won't go to his place. Maya's plants don't have to suffer cause her boyfriend is stupid."

Cam chuckled when Freddie played along and sighed when he refused not to fight Warren "Alright... Maybe ask him to meet you at the beach? The rocky part doesn't have a lot of foliage" he said offering him a tentative smile "I'll wait to hear from you later, ok?"

Freddie nodded, "I'll see what I can do but I'll make no promises just in case," he said honestly, "we'll talk later," he promised before disappearing from Cameron's office.

#para: cameron #para: Say nothing has to change today #emotional distress #Paras

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thoughts-with-hailey · 4 months ago

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My Life in Prythian - Chapter Twenty

Reassurances

Summary: a cute moment between us after he wrecked my insides

Even through the fog that was my brain after what had just happened, the anxiety managed to weasel it’s way through the poison my thoughts. Instantly I started to worry over what this meant between us. He had said we were together, he had said I was his and he was mine, but did he actually mean that? Men said things like that all the time and didn’t mean them, only giving women the words they wanted to hear so they could use our bodies for their pleasure. Was that what was happening?

It would make sense.

Why would Azriel, shadow daddy master of spies for the Night Court, want anything more with me than a quick fuck? From the very moment I had arrived in Prythian we had this weird sexual tension and around every corner I had stopped it somehow someway and he had made it clear he didn’t trust me or like me. The only logical explanation for his sudden change in behavior would be that he didn’t actually want anything to do with me aside meaningless sex. Sure, it was really good sex, but that didn’t change the fact that he probably viewed it as just another way to release some tension.

Embarrassment flooded me over the way I had begged him to fuck me, knowing he probably had gotten a kick out of that. I was well on my way to a full spiral when a pair of impossibly gentle hands rolled me over and I looked up to see Azriel’s smiling face.

The smile was like nothing I had seen from him before. It was all sunshine and happiness, filled with hope and contentment that was so unlike his usual stoic expression that it paused my erratic train of thought.

The his eyes landed on mine where I knew tears were spilling out and the smile faltered. “Hailey, baby, are you okay?” he asked quickly, panic flooding his voice. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. Well, yes, but I liked it. I just…” I trailed off, not sure what to say.

His shadows, which had been strangely absent since he had removed his clothes, swirled around his shoulders once more and I watched as his expression darkened. “Tell me whats wrong,” he whispered.

Unable to help myself even though I knew he could continue to lie I asked, “Did you mean what you said? Did you mean that you actually want to be with me?”

He blinked once, then twice, processing my words before he reached forward and pulled me tight to his chest. “Of course I meant it you idiot. Why the fuck would I say that if I didn’t mean it?”

I sniffled, burrowing deeper into the warmth of him drawing comfort from the press of his skin on mine. As he rubbed his hands down my spine I realized maybe I was being stupid to think Azriel ever said something he didn’t mean. The male was so serious, so intense all the time it would be pointless for him to waste his energy saying anything he did not mean.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I guess I just got worried. When you came in here I thought you were coming to tell me you hated me and that you wanted to end the whole fake dating thing.”

He was silent for a moment, the hand rubbing my back stilling, before he said in a low, dangerous voice, “Why did you think that?”

“Because. You’re you and I’m me. I figured you saw that there were thousands of beautiful fae out there for you to enjoy and that you were wasting your time pretending with me. I thought-”

“I’m not wasting my time with you,” he said sternly, pulling me back and forcing my gaze up to his. “Fuck, every second spent without you is a waste of time.”

I sniffled, aware that I probably looked horrendous after training all morning and then what had just happened. How he actually was attracted to me I had no idea and decided then that I wasn’t going to question it, I would just enjoy it as long as it lasted. This was the perfect recipe for getting my heart broken and if it were anyone other than the fae male before me I might not risk it, he was just too pretty to say no to.

“So, you really want to be together?”

“Yes.”

“Like together together?”

His lips twitched, threatening a smile at my soft tone. “Together together, I’m yours and you’re mine, we don’t see other people, you get to use my body at your leisure for whatever you want and I hope you sometimes let me do the same in return.”

“Anything I want?” I hedged.

“Anything.”

“Hmmm. I think we are going to have to talk some ground rules.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, such a rare sound I wasn’t even sure what I was hearing at first until I saw the mirth dancing in his eyes, along with the heat. “Yes, we should definitely have some discussions about things. How about we schedule that talk for after the ball? I’m sure you have other things to think about than how much I can’t wait to tie you up to this bed.”

Despite how thoroughly I had just been fucked, a bolt of desire shot through me at the idea of being tied up and at his mercy. Again.

He groaned and shook his head. “Not now. Let me get you cleaned up, okay?”

He drew away from me and I noticed the wet cloth he had brought with him. Apparently when he had left me it wasn’t because he was actually leaving, he just went to the bathroom to get that.

I watched, my heart bursting, as he eased back and gently tugged my legs apart.

The sticky sensation that was coating my thighs had me grimacing even as a thrill shot through me. No one had ever come inside me before as I had always been way too anxious to allow that, and the warm, sticky feeling was somehow both disgusting and yet turning me on.

Azriel seemed to have the same reaction as he paused, reaching forward to trail a finger over me and the evidence of our coupling. His eyes heated as he carefully scooped up a mound of it and eased his finger into me, gently finger fucking his cum back inside. I groaned both at the act itself and the feel of his finger inside my tender flesh after the rough fuck that I had just survived. As my brain cleared more of the sex haze from it I became increasingly aware of how sore I was.

“Fuck, sorry,” he grinned, obviously not sorry enough as he removed his finger and used to cloth to clean me. “You just look so pretty with my cum leaking out of your pussy like that.”

“Uhm, Az?” I grimaced. “There’s like a tea or something we need to take, right? To prevent me from getting pregnant?”

His eyes heated at my words and I watched them trail over my abdomen as if he was imagining his baby swelling there.

Fuck.

It looked like I wasn’t the only one in the room with a breeding kink.

“Right,” he murmured, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on my belly. “It’s a bit early for that isn’t it? I’m sure there is some in the kitchen. I’ll bring some later.”

I stared at him, unsure how to react to those, and he just smiled. A second later he had discarded the cloth and was curling himself around me in such a tight, possessive hold I could barely understand how I had been worried moments ago that he didn’t want anything to do with me.

“Take a nap with me,” he murmured, settling us against the pillows. “Later we can deal with the tea and everything else.”

I relaxed against him once more, only just then realizing how tired my body and mind truly were. Sighing I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy the moments peace we had found together.

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #fanfic #thoughtswithhailey

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anulithots · 1 year ago

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It's a bit of "anyone and everyone" including yourself, for most things, all things really.

And I'm just going to do a bit of fanning over this Unfiction thing if that's okay.

So on TheAntagonist on Tumblr - blog where my very self-hating OC has access to tumblr, fae was determined to stay where fae was, never talk to anyone or hurt anyone ever again, even if fae does want to feel better again.

And. People. Are. So. Nice. Holy herbs.

@yesireadbooks in particular is probably the nicest bean on the planet.

It's pretty amazing - like even for myself when I was spiraling - that there are all these people out there with the kindest hearts. Like neither me nor my OC could've helped ourselves to that degree - and nowhere near as fast - without some outside help.

It could've been a full-out spiral for weeks and weeks to me and I came out with only a day or two of empty sadness. Sure it was a lot of my own mental effort, but without the writeblr community that wouldn't have been possible so fast and so easily.

And for Anuli, I sent faer onto this site with no idea what to expect other than Anuli being determined to fight with me over making faer actually do things. Fae thought that anyone who knew faer would eventually regret it later and fae was in a very large spiral.

But the wisdom of the internet wow. I just-

It's wonderous.

It's time to quit the "no one can love you unless you love yourself" bullshit. We are social animals. We need to be shown healthy love to internalize it. Even self love is a group effort and that's not wrong.

#congrats tumblr #sprialing #self love #what to tag this #Anuli the dryad

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faebriel · 9 months ago

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PLS braindump abt ur ocs

[floodgate opens]

i've talked about them a little bit here and here, but the general gist of them is that they're a jumblemash of red riding hood, snow white, and snow white & rose red all upended into a portal fantasy where the responsible older sister gets kidnapped by fairies, the foolish younger sister has to trek up alone to go get her back, and from there they just get stuck.

i think on saturday lol i was having endless and spiraling thoughts about bea and cassian. here are their little profiles:

(it doesn't say on there but their pronouns are she/her (for now) and he/him respectively, and they're at the very start of their twenties. bea in particular is just shy of her 21st birthday.)

they get stuck at the hip when bea takes up a task from one of the fair courts - tracking down an errant fairy who had been in contact with her disappeared grandmother - in exchange for a magical favour and cassian is appointed as her guide. kind of like "okay we need you to go do us a solid but we're giving you a helper so you don't immediately fall into a pit and die." that, and being a 24/7 spy stuck to bea's side feeding information back to the fair court. really anything is valuable but a true name and information about bea's weird, weird hometown (there's a winter fae ruling it) (they don't know yet) (that's a whole other thing) is really the goal. they're looking to sabotage bea's task just before she can complete it herself to avoid paying out her favour, because the fae are fucking scalpers.

cassian's skin in the game is that he owes a lifedebt to the summer court, and successfully digging up as much information as possible before cutting bea loose is the first rung he needs to crawl up to 1) obtain material success 2) obtain approval and validation from his mentor, who has encouraged an entirely unhealthy relationship of one-sided devotion between them for several years now and 3) generally make the lifedebt feel worth it. because he's kind of at the point where he recognises that he's been dealt a shit hand, even if he tries to take it nobly, and isn't quite at the point of looking towards the court that dealt him that shit hand in the first place. all he knows is Use Honed Skill Of Deep Empathy To Manipulate, Make Magic Deals With Unsuspecting Civilians, Eat Hot Chip, and Lie

bea is a friendly sweetheart. a little too nice honestly. she is also under a lot of pressure (sister was stolen) (knows damn well she shouldn't have ignored her mum's warnings to stay out of the fair realm) and is starting to crack at the seams, even when she manages to secure her sister's safety for the time being. cassian puts on a charming front but she can see this surly, cynical part of him seeping through the cracks, and the more she delves into the fair realm (and more time they spend together), she takes up a side hobby of cracking him right open. (and if that snarky loser beneath kind of reminds her of her missing sister, who cares?)

(and cassian is unpicking more and more about bea because like, the mission - but the more he unpicks the more he keeps getting buried in this mess of her family life and what if things could be different and a mix of determination and naivete that is makes her the kindest person he's ever met even if it's literally going to kill her and why did someone like that come here alone?)

and they traipse through the fair realm together experiencing the exposure therapy that is friendship :3 a lot of hiking and aimless conversations and they crash past cassian's work/home post which bea is delighted by and he is so unhappy with lol. all as bea learns more about the fairies that she's been obsessed with her whole life - an obsession she inherited from her grandmother, who has haunted her family to a deranged degree since her disappearance - cassian learns about a world outside the glass bauble he lives in, and they uncover a bunch of weird shit. like how belongings from bea's family are strewn across the realm, and how her family heirlooms are tattooed with fae fingerprints. which is probably fine. all as the wolves are catching up to bea, and they find her grandmother too.

cassian gets to choose his loyalties and he chooses SO fkn wrong. he leads her to a trap and convinces her to burn her iron-laced cloak and watches as she embraces what she thinks is her grandmother (it's not) and fuck he doesn't want to but he's still too scared to step out of line. any small rebellions he's ever made have been ones that he can sweep under the rug and/or rationalise as being in the court's best interest anyway. letting bea go would be neither of those, and he's too cowardly to take action - and in this circumstance, inaction is the killer. so bea gets to have the second worst day of her life (the first one was the day her sister was taken) and hits the dirt wailing that she doesn't know where she went wrong, and realising that maybe being plucky and sweet and stubborn wasn't enough to save her. or her sister. or her grandmother. or even fucking cassian, who couldn't be convinced to help her. many many mental breakdowns

BUT. over the months-long course of their traipsing, cassian came across bea's true name and maybe that should have drastically tipped the power dynamic of their relationship but this was when they were starting to like each other, and so they both just danced around the topic and pretended it didn't happen. can't speak it into truth right? until now, when cassian's mentor tells him to hand it over and bea goes oh, i'm fucked then and cassian just. doesn't. because he can't actively do shit yet, not quite, but he can rebel to the court's face through inaction. he can not say something. and that's the fatal crack in the wall yk !!!

after that - cassian gets a fucking wake up call, he lets bea's sister (a furious woodcutter-warden who's been stewing in amber for months with a literal axe to grind) out and all hell breaks loose. bea and her sister make a break for it, cassian's mentor corners them, they'd gotten close to writing cassian off as a loose end but he slam tackles his mentor into the ocean shallows and gets massively roughed up for it. she tries to drag bea in with her and Well maybe that was not a great idea when the wolf dies of drowning in several iterations of the fairytale myth hm.

it would probably be sensible to part ways after this incident but they're both freaks with entirely too much sentimentality to them so they don't. cassian is Absolutely Determined to make the horror of that betrayal up to bea, and bea swallows her [garbled emotional mess] as she's crowned a champion of the court - with no more interference in the way, she won the favour she coveted - as her sister tells her that no, they're not fucking going home.

that is a lot of braindumping about these two in particular but they possess me at times you know how it is with ocs :'] roiling mess of a qpr waiting to happen. not even getting into bea and her sister's mess of a family or her sister in general or the story that kicks on next with the prince who takes a little too much interest in their whole operation and all the bullshit she brings with her. maybe one day i will fill out one of those meet your oc templates which would be much more efficient. but for now have an old doodle as a peace offering:

(yeah they form their own court. it goes terribly)

#asks #ty dreamyy <333 this was very fun as much as i am self conscious abt braindumping and weird rambling #but i care abt them a lot :'3 i've had these ocs for quiteee a few years now #they dropped off the brain a bit over the last few but they are back in full force. and are poking me with plastic forks. ow ow ow #long post #<- let me have this ok

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Studying For Entry Exams With A Sweet Fae Friend

I’m alive, I swear I’m alive!!!!! It has been… like, two months since I posted a chapter of Layered Realms. Apologies for that— life decided to kick my ass in every possible way around mid July and things are only just recently settling into place more. But!!!!!!! Now I can actually guarantee at least somewhat regular uploads, because I have a chapter’s worth of buffer! And yes, heheheheh, that does mean I am sitting on an entire chapter that none of you have seen yet 😏

Also, I’m aware that I gained about thirty-odd followers during the period of time that I didn’t post anything about LR, so if you’re reading this thinking “What the fuck is Layered Realms?” Then here’s your explanation! It’s an original story of mine, and here’s where you can get more info about it!

Cw/Tw: Character is depicted kind of spiraling, not really having a panic attack but something along those lines. Other than that, I think we’re good!

Now that all of that is out of the way, I’ll stop talking your ear off and let you get reading! Chapter six, part six of Layered Realms, part five of A Traveler’s Tale.

Studying For Entry Exams With A Sweet Fae Friend

I shoved the books, pamphlets, and articles farther away from me on the table and collapsed my head into my arms. None of this was sticking in my head, and it didn’t make any sense. I was exhausted, my brain was foggy, and I’d been working at this for hours now. These materials all seemed custom-made for people who had grown up knowing about magic, and all they really needed was a light refresher on the basics and to then delve deeper into the more obscure things that would be on the entry exams. I needed much more than a refresher on the basics, I needed an entire mastercourse. There was no way I was going to pass those tests. And then what would happen? I might not get to see Eris or Amir or Hedera ever again, and I would just have this knowledge and these books and materials that I spent way too much money on and time on, and it would all be—

I heard clomping nearby. It sounded like it was right outside my kitchen door.

“What the…” I approached the door and peeked out.

“Eris?!” I swung open the door immediately. Unlike when I’d last seen him in the forest, he had that illusion spell or whatever it was over his legs. Granted, not as bad as a kid with goat or deer or whatever legs standing right out in broad daylight, but they still looked wonky.

“Eris, what are you doing here?” I hissed, dragging him inside. He flashed a silly grin at me.

“I heard Amir and Hedera talking and Hedera was asking him to send you something, but he said you’d probably be stressed with studying so he’d wait. I didn’t want you to be stressed! So I came to find you!”

“How did you even—“ I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“Never mind. Does anyone even know where you are??” His face fell.

“Ooh… I should have thought of that, shouldn’t I…” ‘Oh no you made the child sad, you made the child sad you idiot—‘

“I hope I didn’t worry anybody, I don’t want them to be scared for me—“

“It’s okay, buddy, I can text Amir, remember? And he can tell Hedera and anyone else who needs to know. It’s gonna be fine.” I reassured him, ruffling his curls. I walked back into my main living room, motioning him to follow. His eyes widened at the pile of printed materials on my table and I laughed a little.

“Amir was right about that, I am stressed.” I snatched my phone from on top of a book about how commanders influenced history without being found out as magic users (one of the only ones that had made some semblance of sense), went to messages, and scrolled.

‘Just in case no one knows, Eris is with me. he came to cheer me up lol’

‘Ah, excellent. Thank you for telling me Traveler— I had a pretty good guess, but it’s good to know for sure. Now Hedera won’t bite my head off. 😂’

‘😂

does he need to be back by a certain time?’

‘Just don’t keep him too long. I’ll let you know if Hedera says otherwise, though. I can come pick him up and just teleport home with him when you’re done.’

‘sounds like a plan!’

I turned back to Eris.

“Amir knows where you are now, and he says you can stay for a little bit!”

“Yay!” He scrunched up his cheeks till they nearly closed his eyes, and pulled his shoulders right up next to his ears.

“Amir’ll come get you when it’s time to go. Until then, what do you want to do? I can put off studying for a few hours to destress, I suppose…”

Eris widened his eyes almost comically.

“Oh no Traveler! You still gotta study! You have exams in a couple days! I was just hoping I could make the studying itself less stressful…” I sighed.

“Okay then, buddy. How do you plan on doing that?” I sat back down and patted the seat next to me. He scrambled over to be next to me and had a quick look over the books.

“The way Hedera always tells it to me is like this: when you have an overwhelming project or problem, the first thing you gotta do is break it down to ‘manageable chunks.’ Then you just take the chunks one at a time, and you’re done before you know it! It’s like cutting up your food before you eat it!”

“I guess that makes sense…” I sighed. Eris smiled at me.

“And… this is my wisdom, so don’t take it quite as seriously, but if I can make it pretty and fun, I think it makes it feel better even when you’re doing hard things.”

“How would you suggest we do that?”

“First off, Traveler, you should drink water and get yourself a lil’ snack.” He commanded firmly. “Amir always says he can’t focus with an empty stomach.” I rolled my eyes and barely contained a sigh. ‘Does Eris even know what Amir eats?’

“Okay, little man.” He followed me around the kitchen as I assembled a bowl of fruit and yoghurt, ate it, and filled a canteen with ice and water.

“Yay!” He said as we settled back in at the table.

“Now. Do you have cute stickers and writing pads?” He asked with big, shiny eyes.

“Mm— somewhere…” I remembered one of my friends had given me a bunch of cute office and study supplies back when we thought I was actually going to have enough money to go college right away.

“Hang on.” I got up and began rummaging in one of my drawers. Somewhere in here, maybe at the very bottom—

“Here we go!” I tossed the pack of notecards and stickers onto the table in front of us.

“Yay!” Eris clapped his hands and and eagerly attacked the plastic shrink-wrap.

“These are cute! Okay, now try breaking this problem into chunks?” He looked over the whole stack of materials and singled out the example problems sheets.

“This seems like it’d be important. Is it actually the way that the tests are gonna be?”

“As far as I can tell.” I shrugged. He nodded.

“Okay. Maybe make a list of what’s asked in these questions?” My eyes widened.

“Oh my word, how did I not think of that?” He giggled.

“Sometimes a fresh mind and a fresh pair of eyes are all you need!”

“I’ll say!” I grabbed a gel pen and a lined notepad with rainbow bubbles on it to start making that list. Eris laid a gentle hand on my arm.

“I… I think you should read through all the problems first, then go back to the beginning and start writing things down.” I gave him a grateful smile.

“You’re a lifesaver, in more ways than one.”

“It’s no problem, really! I like to help!” He smiled so big that his eyes closed.

The problems were just as confusing before, but I carefully read through every word, taking note of repeated concepts. I made it to about problem seven before I started breathing heavier, thinking once again of just how out of my depth I was, and how hard it would be to pass those exams, and there might be intimidating people there, and I only had a few days left to prepare and—

Eris gently head-butted me, nuzzling into my shoulder.

“Take a drink of water?” His words were muffled in my sleeve. I stared down at him.

“Why?”

“You’re getting all caught up in your fears. Amir says water distracts you from your thoughts and makes you focus on the action of drinking. Maybe it’ll pull you out of your head. Take a drink of water. For me?” My hand shook a little as I reached for the canteen and brought it up to my mouth. I focused on the cold water moving across my tongue, then into my throat, and how the muscles in my neck and throat felt while I swallowed. It was so cold that I could feel as it went down my esophagus and into my stomach. I slowly set the canteen back down. As soon as I did, Eris locked his arms around my opposite shoulder, going under one arm and over the other.

“You can do it,” he whispered. I felt my heart squeeze.

“Thank you, kiddo.”

I managed to make it to problem nineteen before Eris butted me again and motioned toward the canteen. I huffed at my own sensitivity.

“Don’t feel bad about it! I don’t even understand half of these words! It’s definitely hard, and that makes sense. I’m just tryna help with that.”

“I know, but I wish could just— deal with my problems like a normal person.” Eris turned his head up to me with upturned eyebrows and wide eyes. They were hazel at this angle.

“I don’t think there’s any… normal people. Hedera always tells me there’s no wrong way to deal with your problems as long as you’re not hurting anyone.” I made a helpless face.

“I guess— ugh, I guess you’re right.” He just held me tighter.

“You got this.”

Every so many problems, Eris had to remind me to drink or take some breaths. By the fifth correction, I was getting used to it, and the next time I felt overwhelmed, I did it without him asking me. He smiled and nuzzled further into my shoulder.

“How many are there?”

“Forty-five.” I said, a miserable undertone in my voice.

“Hey, you’re gonna be good! Don’t worry! I’m here to be your friend, and you can start on the list as soon you get there. You just wanna read it twice so that you makes sure you don’t miss anything important.”

“I know, little guy. Thank you.” It took us a while, but we finally, finally made it to question forty-five. I already had about five themes and concepts that had stuck out to me because of how often they were repeated, so I put those first at the top of the list.

“1. All human magic users are classified as one race, “commanders”, regardless of affiliation.

2. Humans without natural command who practice manufactured command are called “practitioners” (and that’s what I am)

3. Since I’m gunning for the practitioners’ classes, I’ll mainly need to know about their methods. The main methods are; specific, complex hand movements; drawing diagrams, sigils, transmutation circles, glyphs, and runes; combining reagents as components, sort of like a potion; and the spoken word.

4. All the other types of visual magic are made up of runes, which originate from the demon and fae written languages, as well as drawing from draconic, aquatic (which is apparently mermaid language), and the ‘evocative languages’ of other magical races. The spoken word magic also draws on these resources.

5. Commanders, fae, demons, and other beings with a natural command over a magical force, all draw magic from their own realm. No matter where they currently are, their energy is intertwined with the magic of their own realm, and they channel it through themselves by directing their energy. Practitioners use outside methods of channeling the energy around them. That means whatever realm they’re in, that is what they are drawing magic from.”

I looked down at my handiwork with at least some measure of satisfaction.

“I’d say that covers the most important bits. Now I can try to work on some nuances…” Eris shook his head vigorously.

“You should find where these facts are talked about in your books and articles and stuff and go back over those parts. Highlight them with something pretty! Copy them off onto your notes! Make sure you know all those parts really well! Then you can try to work on some— smaller thingies.” I sighed.

“I guess so…”

“Take a drink of water now— in fact, maybe you should have some sweet drink to celebrate!” I smiled.

“That sounds nice.” He grinned big and pretty at me.

“Hang on, I can make you some tea! Meantimes, maybe work on your five facts. You could give yourself a sticker you like for each one you feel like you really learn!”

“Will do, captain!” I flashed him a grin. The hopeless, emotionally dead feeling in my chest and the pit of my stomach was conspicuously lacking.

“Just don’t burn the kitchen down,” I remembered to caution as I turned back to the books.

“I’m not gonna!” He protested.

“I know how to make tea, Hedera and I pretty much live off it.”

“But do you know how to work a stove?” He fumbled for a second.

“We-ell, no, n-not exactly… but Amir has told me how they work before!”

“I do not trust you not to hurt yourself, my friend—“ I got up and dragged the book I was working on with me to the kitchen, supervising Eris as he very exaggeratedly and slowly, to prove that he knew exactly what he was doing, set my little heat-proof glass kettle on the stove, filled it with water, and started it. Then he pulled from his brown leather satchel at his waist, which I hadn’t even noticed he still had on him, a little pouch of dried leaves.

“Hedera and I grow these as magic practice, so some of them are a little funny sometimes, but these are the nice ones.” He informed me as he got down two mugs for us. He swiveled his head around the kitchen and then asked

“Do you have any cloths that you don’t mind getting a lil’ bit stained?”

“Sure,” I motioned to the cupboard where I kept my rags. “Just pick the most beat-up looking ones.”

He lined the mugs with two raggedy cloths and crushed the leaves into the bottoms of them.

“There we go! Now we can drain the tea leaves out when they’re done steeping.”

“Mmm.” I smiled at him.

“Thank you.” He grinned, silly and sideways.

“You don’t have to thank me, Traveler! I wanted to do it!”

“I know but—“ the water for the tea started boiling. Eris placed a finger over my lips, effectively shutting me up.

“Shhh! Okay, now I gotta take care of this.”

Careful not to touch the hot parts, he took the kettle by the handle and poured the hot water into the mugs.

Once the tea leaf fragments were drained, Eris had somehow managed to turn the bitter leaf water into something delectable with sweetener and cream, and we sat at the table sipping our little “health potions” as I began thinking of them. (Though to be honest, I thought it might actually be a health potion at first— it made me feel that much better.) After he finished his warm drink, Eris got even more cuddly than before, squishing his cheek against me and closing his eyes. Soon enough, I heard his breathing grow more and more slow and even until he was almost snoring softly. He’d fallen asleep with his arms locked around me. I looked down at his calm, peaceful face and smiled, pressing a small kiss to the top of his head. It helped to have him close, breathing a slow, calming rhythm against my side, his warmth almost like a constant reminder to slow down and take it a little easier. Take a breath and a step back if need be. For the first time that day, I actually got into the zone. Time didn’t seem real as I lost myself in the materials, taking pages after pages of notes, marking down and tabling for later the things that didn’t make sense at first so as not to lose my rhythm.

It was quite the shock when I finally set down my pen and looked at the time. And looking out the window I saw that it was already getting dark. Careful not to wake Eris, I reached over half the table with my ink-covered dominant hand and grabbed my phone.

‘Eris is asleep— think it’s about time to come get him?’

It took a few minutes to get a response. As I waited I gently stroked Eris’ hair and stared pensively out the window, and then a notification with Amir’s nickname popped up on my locked screen again.

‘I think so

Hedera would probably prefer him back before the sun goes down completely’

‘Seems reasonable’

‘I’ll just teleport to you, if that’s alright— address?’

I sent him my address.

I gently shook Eris’ shoulder to wake him.

“Amir’s gonna be here soon to take you home, buddy…” he blinked hazily and continued clinging to my arm as I stood up.

“Mm, okay…” I grabbed my phone and half-led, half-dragged Eris through my kitchen. Whipping out the phone, I texted

‘I’ll just come out to the front with him’ to Amir and opened the door to find him standing there. Despite the recent less-than-autumnal weather, he was wearing a pair of black leggings and a warm maroon sweater that had glittery strands woven into the rest of the fabric, a heart cutout, and sleeves that billowed out before being sharply cut off by a wrist cuff of fabric. He tapped his ankle-length boot.

“Well, aren’t you going to come out to the front?” I rolled my eyes.

“Front, I’m gay.” I said in a monotone. He golf-clapped at me. Smug bastard.

“Very good, very good.” He held out his arms for the still half-asleep Eris, and his whole snarky demeanor changed. He leaned down and cocked his head.

“Hey buddy… you ready to go home? Did you have a nice time with our Traveler?” Eris nodded drowsily.

“They did so good… I think I helped a lil’ bit…”

“You helped bunches, kiddo.” I reassured him, awkwardly snaking my arm out from his grip and allowing Amir to wrap his arms around him and hold him close. He looked so peaceful, cheek squished and hands nestled against Amir’s side.

“You’re a lifesaver.” I whispered to him.

“Get much done?” Amir smiled at us both. I laughed softly.

“I think I absorbed more actual knowledge in the time he was here than I did in the whole day and half I tried to study before.”

“He took a looooong nap, huh?” He said, looking at how out-of-it Eris was. I nodded, smiling at him.

“Almost three hours.”

“He’s really taken a liking to you,” he slid an arm under Eris’ legs, which looked significantly less human than they had when he arrived. I waved.

“Bye, little friend!”

“Eris, oh Eris… your glamour could use some work,” he clicked his tongue.

“So that’s what his illusion spell is called!”

“Mhm,” Amir nodded, seeming distracted. He drew a circle in the ground with his toe, like he was planning something out— then he nodded and a low, nasal hum emanated from him. It felt like a solid something passed through me, and I cocked my head at Amir.

“What was that?” Amir winked at me.

“Demons are oft purported to be uncannily good at warding. I just warded this whole area— after all, if you’re going to be learning magic, you may have a mishap or two, and it would be awful if a neighbor were to hear of it or see it.”

“I haven’t even gotten in yet…” I mumbled, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Oh, but you will~!” He and Eris disappeared, the dim light revealing a small spark left in their wake. I watched as it dissipated with the last of the day’s sun. The sunsets were coming earlier and earlier these days. Finally, I went back inside and closed my door. I still had work to do.

…Apologies for the lore dump… anyway…

I’m not gonna lie, I had some trouble with this one! Big shoutout to BFF for helping me figure out what felt so wrong about the writing at first and thus leading me to fix it! Also she wants me to remind all of you that she has laid a claim on all of the LR characters and they are all hers! 😂

Thank you very much for reading! Next upload will be exactly one week from now! And I can actually guarantee that this time! 😅

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