#ophie speaks

[ophiespeaks]

shifttokers stop talking abt permashifting challenge GO!!!

like idgaf if you personally wouldn’t do it. that ain’t none of MY business. but stop telling other people what they should and shouldn’t do. “it’s an unhealthy mindset” my brother in christ people have murder drs we are focusing on the wrong things

[shiftingdiariesofophelia]

i spend so much energy trying to make/find fun creative things to add to my scripts and i’m not gonna gatekeep, so here’s some of the funniest/weirdest/lowkey best things i’ve added to any of my scripts (that I haven’t talked much about before):

-I can always find things I need.

-Santa is real

-People just??? trust me??? I could genuinely tell someone that world war two was between the australians and canadians and they’d just be like yeah that checks out

-I don’t have allergies bc i hate sneezing

-Every pair of shoes I own are comfy as hell

-My hair can’t get knotted/tangled

-no periods because f that for real

-I always win/I’m naturally good at card and board games.

-Babies/Animals like me and will stop crying/whining/etc. when i’m around.

-cigarettes taste good and aren’t bad for you. i wanna be lana del rey coded so bad i guess

-i will literally never be in a situation where i have to kill someone. (useful for more dangerous drs!!!)

-random beef with the funniest character imaginable. hp dr? me and susan bones are arch enemies. fame dr? me and pete davidson indirect tweet each other all the time complaining. avengers dr? me and the ancient one are fist fighting in the mirror dimension idc

-indestructible things. i am clumsy and stupid i need this in every dr.

-pages don’t rip out of notebooks on accident (this has been the bane of my existence since 9 years old)

-I always have a hair tie when i need one. because you think you won’t need one, and then the second you don’t have it, you need it.

-people don’t smell. lifesaver.

-*random character* knows i shifted but can’t do a goddamn thing about it/doesn’t care and just goes with it. my favorite examples are Shane Dawson (fame dr) and Professor Trelawny (HP dr)

-i can’t get hurt in stupid ways (stubbing toe, tripping, etc.)

-if someone tries to shoot me the gun will literally fly out of their hand lmao (again, useful for dangerous drs)

-i know everyone’s phone passwords

-infinite toilet paper (for dystopia/woods/etc. drs, but could just be useful every day tbh.)

-i’ve always got some kind of out of pocket one liner for when the situation is too awkward

-tattoos don’t hurt (i am a pussy)

-adding random side characters/completely new mfers to my scripts because if i’m constantly around these fine ass bitches i know everything about i might actually have a heart attack

-when someone’s mean to me they get some form of karma in the next 24 hours directly related to how mean they were. call me stupid? enjoy tripping up the stairs. push me over? i hope you enjoy biting into a sandwich only to find the bread is moldy.

there’s probably more but this is just a short list of the first ones i could think of

[lynnorien]

no okay but what AM i supposed to do here once im out of ammo and shock sticks. do i just need to run really fast and use heals when necessary

[ophiespeaks]

there was no hesitation i needed to do this

let do this ship dynamic meme except with our dr selves. pls.

[isaut]

pattern told me that my biggest problem with dating is that i look for people to fit roles and i think that’s why i love self insert fanfic so much 🤍 why would i have a real life lover when i can do it for myself 🤍

[thelilithian]

Stand or sit in a comfortable position. Put the sigil on the altar, with two candles by the sides, one red and one black, and focus all your attention on it. While gazing at the sigil, chant the mantra: "Lilith, Layil, Ardat-Lili, Laylah." Envision the sigil glowing and coming alive. Feel your body being charged with the energy flowing through the sigil, vibrating and filling you with Draconian essence of Lilith which shifts your consciousness and opens your soul for the energies of the Goddess. At the same time, feel how the atmosphere in your ritual space thickens. When you feel ready to perform the ritual, stop chanting the mantra and begin the invocation:

Dark Mother who comes at night on the wings of shadow, Ama Lilith, hear my calling and come to me! Shelter me beneath the hem of your garment from the burning heat of the sun. Protect me from the scorching winds of the desert. Conceal me with your shadow from light that blinds me. Come forth to me, from the caves of the Red Sea and awaken the power of the Dragon in my temple of flesh. I praise your name, more beautiful than sunrise and surpassing the wonder of sunset that opens the gates of the Night. Bless me with your Love and awaken Desire in my soul with your gentle touch. The world awakens to life in your embrace and the doors of Sitra Ahra are open to those who dare to walk your path! I call you, Ancient One! I invoke you, Mother of Demons, who sits enthroned in the midst of those who rule the world. All serve you who are created by you and of your own essence. Creator and Destroyer, whose face is bright on the right side and black on the left, come forth to me! Enter through my right hand. Enter through my left hand. Descend into my flesh which I offer you as temple and manifest through the altar of my immortal soul. I summon you by the power of your names:

Lilith, Layil, Ardat-Lili, Laylah!

Mother of Sin, reveal to me your true form, speak truth and answer truly. Grant me the knowledge and wisdom of the Night. Lift my spirit and let it enter your black Kingdom on the Dark Side of the Moon!

I call you in the name of the Dragon!

Ho Ophis Ho Archaios, Ho Drakon Ho Megas!

When you finish the words of invocation, drink the Sacrament from the chalice. Sit or lie down, and open yourself for energies manifesting in your ritual space and in your consciousness. Let the experience flow freely and spontaneously. Observe the temple and sense phenomena which manifest in the ritual space when Lilith comes through the gateways of the Night. Or close your eyes and let Her manifest and speak to you through your inner mind. If you don't experience any tangible manifestation or concrete visions, simply write down all thoughts that you may have after the working and meditate on them for a while, as these may be messages from the Goddess. Thank Lilith for Her presence and close the ritual.

Temple of Ascending Flame

[ophiespeaks]

some of y’all’s shifting advice is ASS let me be so real with you. “you’re the only one stopping yourself from shifting!!!” BITCH. you don’t gotta tell me i FUCKING know. eat cement.

[shiftingdiariesofophelia]

fame dr idea:

shane dawson KNOWS you shifted and tries to make conspiracies about it but he literally can’t convince anyone else.

[erosology]

i just think soap’s love is all-consuming, a boa constrictor squeezing its prey until it has no other choice than to just take it. he so desperately wants to squeeze you until you’re trapped in his rib cage, right next to his heart where you can see your name carved in on the muscle, each beat a syllable of your name. too many sacrifices to pay the price of his job, but not you—never you

[scoobydoofenshmirtz]

These polls have given me much to think about but what I'm chewing on right now is which characters get lumped into "canonically lesbian" or "canonically gay". Almost no characters in the show are actually given a stated sexuality. The word lesbian is not used a single time on supernatural. The word gay is used a few times, but usually not in reference to a gay person. We are told that Conner, the young man in Gimme Shelter who dies, is openly gay by the pastor. The ghostfacers call Corbett the "gay intern" but honestly based on everything we know about the ghostfacers that might not be exactly accurate. What we really know is that he has a crush on Ed. Marshall Hall, the man who dies in Dean's place in Faith is called "openly gay teacher" in the newspaper. So we have three instances of someone else labeling someone as gay to varying degrees of believability, all (presumably) cis white men who are murdered in the episode they appear. Charlie is perhaps the next clearest example. She is clearly not interested in men, says they are "not her type" which is TV speak for 100% gay, and is said and shown repeatedly to be into women exclusively. To me that's enough to be considered canonically lesbian even if it's not stated in that way. Max Banes is a similar but even less clear case. Once again, he is never stated to be gay, but he does solely show interest in men and talks about being interested in men in a similar way. Unlike Charlie, he never says he's not interested in women which gives it some deniability, but to me his scenes come off as TV speak for very gay as well. The gorgon Noah Ophis goes after both men and women, so he could technically be described as bi, although as much as I love his episode I dont know how much I'd count kissing people in order to paralyze them as evidence of his sexuality. The last confirmed example is Chuck. He is stated to have been in relationships with men and women (and seems to have enjoyed it) so I think it's safe to call him canonically bisexual, but once again that wording is never used.

For the rest of the canonically lgbt characters, we have no indication if they are gay or bi (or anything else). We just know they're in a same gender relationship or have feelings for someone of the same gender (broadly speaking). Yet many of these characters like Claire, Lily Baker, Jesse and Cesar, etc. get labeled as "canonically lesbian/gay" rather than queer or bi. I know I've done it too. But it's just not true. I do headcanon some of these characters one way or another. I think Claire is a lesbian, but we don't actually know that. She has mutual romantic feelings with one other woman on the show when she's in her early 20s (a time when a lot of people are working through their sexuality) that is described by Jody as her first love, and that's it. Yes we know she's not straight, but we don't actually know anything further than that for sure.

For the characters who are in multiple episodes like Castiel, Claire, etc or even the ones who get a more dedicated single episode story like Jesse, there are things you could use to support different interpretations, but let's be completely honest, having a character who we know next to nothing about (who often dies within the episode) say "I have a girlfriend/boyfriend" is not really evidence that they are gay rather than bi or vice versa.

I don't know what to make of this really. I think you could argue it's partially bi erasure, that the default seems to be lesbian/gay rather than queer, but I don't know how much people are really thinking about it. But maybe it is something we should be more conscious of. I'm not saying people can't have headcanons or interpretations. I will probably always read Claire as a lesbian, but maybe we should stop saying things like "this character is literally canonically a lesbian" when we don't actually know that. And also not using things like how gender nonconforming a character is to correlate to "how gay" they are. There are bi people who are extremely obviously queer to outsiders and lesbians and gay men who are not. You can be a masc woman with a boyfriend or a femme man with a wife. You can be genderfluid and exclusively attracted to one gender. These types of external signifiers don't really tell you about someone's internal experience and i think when we replicate these beliefs in fandoms it can affect people's perceptions, especially if that's outside of your experience.

[goldenmagnolias]

lost in the labyrinth of my mind

pairing: OC High Lord of Dusk x Archeron!Sister

summary: Reverie Archeron has always been different. Different in a good or bad way depends on who you asked. Now a High Fae, and with another war approaching she tries to be as helpful as she can around Velaris and with her baby nephew, but at a High Lord meeting, the countless dreams she has as a child and the feelings that are not quite hers suddenly make sense and things become something that she never could have seen coming.

a/n: the plan/outline regarding this chapter was completely different but I ended up liking this too much to scrape it. so ophi and ria haven’t met properly just yet. but we do get a small glimpse into something very important and ria does meet someone.

masterlist // ao3

CHAPTER IV: WARMTH

The first thing that came back to Reverie’s awareness was more of a sensation. Something singing inside of her chest, weaving itself around her heart.

Then the scent of Opium poppies mixed with strawberries and sandalwood, invaded her senses.

Much like the scent that she would dream while walking on those now so familiar clearings. That would get stronger when she approached the canopy of orange trees.

She slowly felt more awareness coming to her, she was laying down in something soft. There were muffled noises, voices speaking close to her but it was like she had her head underwater. Everything was murky.

She felt a familiar hand clutching her own, she knew that was Nesta’s — whose fingers were tracing her knuckles, in a nervous manner.

A hand moving a strand of hair from her face, Elain.

And she could feel Feyre’s presence both physical and close to her mind.

“She’s awaking.” Feyre’s voice was the first one she heard properly but it was the raw worry in it that made Reverie open her eyes. Eyes that met her sister blue ones but also the ceiling of the winter palace.

Not the time to pass out Reverie, she chides in her mind.

‘I’m afraid, that was a fitting situation,’ Rhysand’s coice comes in her mind, but he’s not on her line of view.

“What happened?”

“You fainted.”

“No not that. Rhys said fitting situation.” Reverie says sitting up with Elain and Feyre’s help. “What did he mean?”

Feyre’s eyes moved towards Elain and Elain looked at Nesta.

“Guys, you three are freaking me out a bit.” Reverie says quietly, eyes darting between her sisters.

“Um… there’s a situation.” Nesta begins.

“A situation really?” Elain asks their eldest sister.

“How you you put it then Elain?”

“That it was her magic reacting.”

“Reacting to what?”

“A mating bond.” Feyre says quietly.

And the silence that follows is deafening. Reverie isn’t sure if she heard it right.

“What?”

“you’re apparently mated to the High Lord of Dusk.” Gwyn says when she realizes no one did elaborate.

Reverie blinks once, twice, thrice, “The what from where?”

“Apparently, besides the whole Kochei thing. Kallias was contacted by the High Lord of Dusk, who’s court had been trapped by magic for over a 700 years.” Feyre says, “you started going pale the second we could feel his magic.”

“oh.”

“Oh?” Nesta says, “that’s your reaction “oh”?”

“I didn’t think I would have a mate,” Reverie says quietly, “I mean yeah, there were the weird dreams in places I never saw but I thought it was my head trying to comfort me after everything, not a mating bond. And now?”

“Well the High Lords are meeting.” Elain says, and Rhys, Azriel and Cassian’s absences make sense. The other two were probably there to keep the united front and to watch over Rhys.

“Shouldn’t you be there Fey?”

“I am. In a way.” She says, tapping her temple. “They’re discussing the basics of what we know. Vassa is explaining what she knows and Jurian is being Jurian and glaring at everyone.”

“That tracks.” Lucien comments.

“Lainey?” Reverie calls turning to Elain.

“Yes?”

“Did you see anything regarding this or him?”

“No.” Elain shakes her head, “but his cousin had to drag him to the meeting when they decided it was for the best to give you some air.”

A knock on the door stops any comments anyone else might make, and Vivianne enters the room, letting out a relieved sigh when she sees Reverie awake.

“Oh good, thank the mother, you’re okay.” she then moves handing her a large mug. “Hot chocolate.” She says when Reverie frowns before accepting the mug, “obviously with added cinnamon.”

“Thank you, Viv.”

“No problem. A little pick me up after fainting is good. I wasn’t sure if you drank alcohol so sweet it is.”

“Good choice.” Elain says with a smile, brushing Reverie’s hair down.

“Now… Feyre, would you tell Rhysand to tell him about her being awake.” Vivianne says, “he looked like he was going to have a heart attack.”

“already done.”

“Territorial Males.” Vivianne says with a dramatic sigh, “they turn into such mother hens.”

Elain snorts while giving Lucien a pointed look.

“Anything you wanna say, Blossom?”

“No dearest, nothing.” Elain says with a playful smile.

Nesta rolled her eyes at the two but Reverie could see the happiness in her eyes at their sister happiness, as Nesta unconsciously kept tracing Reverie’s knuckles.

“Will any of you grace me with the knowledge of his name at least? Or will I be in the dark?”

“Ophiuchus.” Feyre says.

“Like the constellation?”

“Family tradition, I’m afraid.” A voice joins the conversation and a girl with curly jet black hair and silver eyes, makes herself know, with a quick dip of her head in green. “I’m Ayla Hesperus. Ophiuchus’ cousin, and his second.”

“I’m-“

“Reverie Archeron.” Ayla finished with a smile, “quite the myth all of you. Even with so little time with our court being able to contact the outside world again, the stories have already reached us.”

“Ophi almost fainted when we crossed the threshold into the palace. You can ask Lady Vivianne, he all but froze.”

“Just Vivianne, Ayla.”

The jet-haired woman nods but continues to look at Reverie, who looks at her, her curiosity getting the best of her so she has to ask.

“Does your court holds a clearing, a large one by a cluster of mountains. That has a canopy of orange trees by a lake?”

Ayla’s eyes widen. “You saw Euryphaessa.” She says slowly, “it’s our capital.”

“Well, if my dreams are anything to go by it’s beautiful.” Reverie says shyly.

“It is.” Ayla says with a smile. “Well, I just came to check on by. Taran deal with Ophi. I come here and see you’re okay by myself and he stays and pays attention on the meeting. Males I tell you, sometimes… by the mother. I will see you soon.”

And with a dip of her head she leaves.

“Did she just confirm I dreamt about a place that I’ve never been in or even knew that existed?” Reverie asks after a beat of silence.

“She did.” Lucien nods.

“Did any of you have that?”

“Dreamt of the night sky but not something specific.” Feyre says, with a pensive look.

“That’s nowhere near as specific, though.” Elain comments.

“Yeah, fair point.” Feyre says, “everything will be fine, Ria.”

“We are in the middle of a war, Fey.”

“Don’t do that to yourself.” Gwyn says, with a serious tone.

“Do what?”

“Try to push the idea that you can be happy away from your mind.”

Reverie sighs but nods under the gaze of the red headed Valkyrie and of her older sisters.

“It will be alright, Reverie.” Vivianne says comfortingly, “if it gives you any piece of mind, he’s very much a respectable male. And very very handsome.”

Reverie just nods stressing her lower lip with her teeth, but her cheeks flush slightly, the first action results in her gaining a squeeze on her hand from Nesta.

“Are we to stay here or go to the meeting?”

“Staying here is better.” Feyre says, “at least for now.”

……..

Vivianne promptly brings a lot of finger foods and drinks for the other’s when it’s decided that they’re staying in the room.

Elain ends up settling on redoing Reverie’s hair as Nesta and Gwyn tell Vivianne about the Valkyrie training.

“Your mind is away.” Elain says quietly.

“I’m a tad bit overwhelmed.” Reverie says back in the same tone. “And a bit embarrassed.”

“Whatever for?”

“I fainted Lainey.”

“The amount of magic that swirled around the room? It would be weird if you hadn’t.” Elain says.

“Maybe… is it stupid that I’m also nervous?”

“No no it’s not,” Elain says with a shake of her head. “It’s normal I’d say. Me and Lucien met under different circumstances but I do believe that nervousness is about normal when it comes to a mating bond. People just react to the nervousness in different ways.”

“You mean you hiding from him, Feyre throwing a shoe at Rhys and Nesta aggravating Cassian.” Reverie teases.

“And you fainting.” Elain teases back.

Reverie gives her a tentative smile.

“What’s really on that head of yours?”

“You’re a Seer, Nesta is Lady Death and a Valkyrie, Feyre is the Cursebreaker. I’m just me. What if that’s not enough?”

“It will be. You’re enough Reverie, more than enough” Elain says, adamant tone in her voice, as she finishes her hair, “and you never know. Things change with time. We did so didn’t we?”

“Okay.” Reverie says, letting out a breath. “That’s a good point. More than a good point actually.”

“Oh I know I’m brilliant,” Elain jokes practically preening in delight making Reverie laugh.

…..

taglist: @imma-too-many-fandoms

[beantothemax]

"Prim! PRIMROSE!" a Ophilia shrieked.

Her throat must have hurt, Primrose thought. She couldn't ask her. The world around her faded, as though she slipped into a deep sleep. As she slept, she saw vivid visions of her father. He reached out to hug her, but he was just too far.

Strange. She always thought death would be different, perhaps more comforting and forgiving than life. 'You've lived a decent life, you may rest now', but no, she wasn't afforded a single moment of rest.

Perhaps the gods were uncertain about if she was to die or not. This feeling of life would come and go. Sometimes, she felt warmth and heard faint crying. Sometimes, someone called her name. Such a sweet voice, so lovingly asking her to come back.

Once when the warmth came, it would not go away. She felt as a heart faintly beat in her chest, as her senses returned and she felt pain and comfort. Everything ached so very much, but someone held her too, tighter than anyone had in years.

"Prim!" Ophilia cried, cradling her companion.

"Ophi-" Primrose tried to speak, but her voice gave out.

"Don't push yourself, you were horribly injured," Ophilia whispered.

She carefully lifted Primrose, bringing her to an oh so soft sleeping mat.

"Water," Primrose muttered.

"Of course, you'll probably feel sick for a bit," Ophilia murmured.

Ophilia left, and Primrose finally took in her surroundings. She was in a tent and the sun shone down on it. Birds chirped and the wind whistled faintly, likely pushing leaves and blades of grass around.

Ophilia stopped walking and spoke, "She's alive, but she's sick. Be quiet and calm when you talk to her, and only one at a time."

An entire group of people sighed deeply, as though they had all been holding in that breath forever, awaiting the wonderful news Ophilia had just given them.

Tressa came crashing into the tent first, tears pouring down her cheeks and she hugged Primrose.

"Prim, oh Prim! We were so scared for you! I'm so happy you're alive, I don't think any of us could've live without you!" she sobbed.

"Tres-Tressa, please be gentle," Primrose whispered, "I'm so very tired."

"S-sorry, I'm just happy to see you again."

Primrose was grateful Tressa wanted to see her first, she hardly had to speak as Tressa went on and on and on about everything that had happened in the year she had been dead.

"A year!?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, um- sorry, I don't think it's my place to say why it's been so long," Tressa murmured, "Olberic wanted to see you next."

She left the tent without another word, and Olberic entered some moments after. She asked him, begged him to say how she had been dead a full year, but he would not.

"What's happened with Erhardt then? Any news?" she asked.

"Erhardt and I got engaged, he's in Cobbleston now," Olberic explained.

"He wanted you to kill him last I heard!" Primrose said.

"...Apologies, that was a while ago. It's a little hard keeping track of everything that's happened in the past year."

"That's okay, tell me what happened though, how'd you two make up?"

Olberic looked at her with pure pity in his eyes but sighed and told the tale of how he and Erhardt took down Werner. Primrose listened intently, but she wished she could have been there. Of all their travel companions, she knew Olberic the longest, they were inseparable, but she couldn't even be there to help him find peace as he had done with her.

"What of Simeon?"

"He's dead. I dealt the final blow. I was the only one that could still fight after you died, so I killed him by myself."

"Thank you."

"Anything for my closest friend."

The rest came and went, crying in Primrose's arms before describing their accomplishments from the past year. How she envied them, always there for each other's achievements and to help each other. They all had goals to accomplish but all of their journeys had ended while she was gone.

Finally, the last one was Cyrus, but instead of him, Ophilia reentered.

"Isn't Cyrus there?" she asked.

"He is, he's- he's fine, but..." Ophilia trailed off.

"But what?"

"He did a lot of the work while reviving you, so he's exhausted. It's a lot of high level magic, especially with the injuries and merging," Ophilia explained.

"Sorry, "merging"?"

Ophilia's face became whiter than snow, and she quickly excused herself. Primrose finally stood, stumbling as she did, but standing nonetheless.

She chased after Ophilia, but stopped when the cleric hid in a tent and shut it.

"Leave me be!"

Primrose gave it a rest, joining the others by the campfire. She was worried, but she was excited as well. That strange feeling of being dead was gone, she wanted to live once more.

They spoke and laughed, singing songs of life and love now that their dear Primrose was back and their group was whole once more.

Olberic began preparing Primrose's favorite stew, letting her taste until it was just right.

"Can someone get Cyrus?" he asked.

"I'll do it!" Primrose offered.

And they all froze. Olberic shook his head, gesturing for her to stay. Alfyn silently left to find the scholar.

"What's wrong?" Primrose asked.

"I believen it ist not a good idea for thou to speaketh with him now, he ist not doing well," H'aanit murmured.

"Why? Is there anything I can do to help him?"

"Nay, it's- oh, Draefendi... Prim, listen, thou needeth drop this subject. He ist not upset with thee, he only needeth time to himself. In bringing thou back, he pushed himself to his limit, he needen be alone, like how he ist after battle," H'aanit explained so calmly, but she must not have realized how that sounded to someone who lacked the context she had.

"'Pushed himself to his limit'!? H'aanit, what did he do!?" Primrose cried.

"Calm down, it's nothing," Olberic said.

"No, of course it's not just nothing!"

She ran off to wherever Alfyn had gone. She found him in no time, having only followed the sound of his voice. She hid behind a tree, watching them. Only now did she realize she did not know where they were. It did not look like the Highlands, so they were some distance from Everhold. The thick woods resembled those near Victor's hollow.

"She's fine, just come back and eat," Alfyn said.

Cyrus muttered something so low Primrose could not make out what he said, but Alfyn reacted strongly.

"No, no! She's fine! She's not any less human because of minor body modifications, she's fine. I've talked to her, she's fine, she'll be okay," Alfyn reassured him.

Body modifications? What had they done!?

She emerged from behind the tree that concealed her, "Alfyn, back to camp now. I'm having a word with Cyrus."

Alfyn's heart dropped. He sputtered but left when she glared at him. He knew not what else to do, Primrose could not be reasoned with when she was upset.

The moment he was out of earshot, she tore Cyrus down from the low branch he sat on. He had not looked in her direction once, but now in the setting sun when she forced him to meet her eyes, she saw how they glowed. His skin was deathly pale and eyes shining as bright as any spell she had seen. He looked divine, not like a man.

"What did you do to me?" she growled.

"I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry," he murmured.

"Why? What did you do!?" she demanded.

But he wouldn't speak, he only hugged her tight. For a second, she was confused, but she hugged him back.

"It's- it's nice to see you again, I missed you," he sobbed.

"I missed you too, being dead is lonely," she replied, "Please, just tell me what happened."

He would not let go, would not look her in the eyes, but spoke, "We defeated Dreisang and Steorra in combat. They gave me their strength so that I could bring you back, but it wasn't enough."

"I'm with you so far," Primrose said.

Cyrus let go of her, taking several steps back.

"I-I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"We couldn't bring you back because your ribcage was shattered. Even when we used divine power to heal it, several ribs were missing and there wasn't enough skin to cover the wound. We needed replacements."

"So what did you do?"

He hesitated again, walking back and forth as he thought. Primrose could only wonder what was going on inside his head, what secret he guarded so carefully.

"I used spells of from the far reaches of hell to merge your body with Simeon's puppet of you. That thing was lifelike, it was the perfect replacement."

So that was it. Her chest was created by the same man who had ruined her life and wanted her and it had been put in as a replacement by someone she loved. She had been betrayed by such a dear friend, her feelings likely never considered as he used spells of a dark god to merge her with such an evil and horrible object created out of vile lust just so that she could live a meaningless life, no goal to work for with Simeon dead and her father avenged.

"Primrose, I'm sorry, but we had no other options! If any of us knew the magic he did, we would have created new parts for you! I truly wish I could have done something different!" Cyrus insisted, reaching out to hug her once more.

She swiftly dodged, running far away. She found the path, following it for hours. Far off, she heard Cyrus and the others search for her, but she wouldn't be seen again, at least not by them.

[siderealxmelody]

Orsus watched as Ophiucae jumped, shifting into a snake to curl around Xaden's arm. Though it still purred somehow. Ophiucae may be their familiar but they didn't make them anymore than they'd made anything.

But Ophiucae had come from the same storm they'd formed themselves from. They'd wove themselves as stubbornly as they had. Tying itself to them from the first moment they'd both woken.

Orsus shut the door, sitting on the ground in front of it.

"Well if you're not sad then you're...upset?"

Emotions used to be easy for them...now all they felt was nothing, with the occasion reminder from Ophiucae of what an emotion was.

"He feels defeated."

Orsus frowned at Ophi, tilting their head.

"That's the same thing."

Orsus frowned holding Ophiucae like a stuffed animal in their arms. Ophiucae struggled pawing at the air to get to Xaden.

"Ophiucae says you're sad. Why? And can you stop it so Ophiucae doesn't keep wanting to hug -"

Orsus stared at Ophiucae and set them on the ground before standing.

"They wish to sleep with you."

@siderealxmelody

Xaden glanced up, over towards the door as Orsus had walked in. Dark eyes lifted to meet the other's stare, but even the sight of that squirming cat couldn't lift a smile onto Xaden's expression. Couldn't seem to vanish the cloud that seemed to hang perpetually over him.

Darkening every single second of his miserable existence--

He shook his head, scoffed, hand lifting to slide through his dark hair.

❝ I'm not sad, Orsus. I'm fine. ❞ And while Xaden knew he was one hundred percent not fine, and about as far from fine as it was possible to be (especially lately), such a response had almost become a default with him lately.

There was no need for others to worry over him.

Even as Ophiucae moved towards him once Orsus set them on the ground, Xaden just shook his head again. ❝ I'm good. Promise. ❞

Lie.

[lynnorien]

i have made. the highly questionable choice of starting to play a horror game <- notoriously bad at handling horror

[isaut]

ophie pls tell me about your fic titled voyeurs 🎤

hillie and moco have always been fascinated with lady ragnvindr. they think she's the most beautiful woman they've ever had the chance to lay their eyes on. they're as smitten as their master with the plushness of her skin, with her calming words and encouraged helplessness.

it especially kicks up after the lady ragnvindr falls ill. she was bedridden for weeks, and after was treated like glass. when the master of the house tells them to make sure she's taken care of, hillie and moco wish it went to the extent they've dreamed about.

it's when they've finished bathing the lady and massaging oils and cremes into her skin that they retire. there's warm tea in the master suite. there's warm tea in their hands, as they sit across from each other in their bedroom on their separate beds.

"do you think they're..." hillie begins, trailing off.

"do you think lady ragnvindr likes it on her back or on her stomach?" moco's eyes shine with the curiosity of her question.

hillie goes beet red.

"do you think master diluc pleasures her, or is it all for himself?" moco presses.

hillie stumbles as she speaks. "i- i mean- i think..." hillie looks down at her cup, mumbling the last bit, "i know master diluc pleasures her because i've walked in on them."

moco's jaw drops. she leans forward, grabbing hillie's face in her hand and forcing her to make eye contact. hillie's cheeks stay pushed together, her lips like a fish.

"show me what she looked like."

[ophiedokes]

I just hit 50 subs over on youtube!!! I don't post as much on tumblr these days as I did a couple years ago but if you ever liked reading my thoughts and you enjoy putting video essays on as background noise maybe consider checking out my channel!! I have such bangers on offer as A 3 Hour Lizzie Bennet Diaries Deep Dive, an hour and a half about how unsurprising it is that the guy who wrote 13 Reasons Why is a sex pest, and 45 minutes about why no one else could adapt Emma as well as Clueless did but especially not Bernie Su

I'm still super new to the youtube thing and am super appreciative of everyone who's been checking me out as I get my footing, this is something I would love to be able to do to support myself. And speaking of how hard it is to support myself lol if you watch any of these videos and think to yourself "now that's a lesbian I want to financially support" you could do that here if you are so inclined and it would be a huge help so I don't lose my phone coverage when my payment is due on monday lol