#rhiannon scars from her dungeon days

[kof1128]

the gremlin gfs™ a.k.a. alexia and rhiannon very patiently waiting for their gremlins to come home after hunting.

characters belong to @sylverstorms / @sylverstormz !

[gowonielovely]

I finally finished the designs and right on the day Songbird's name was revealed!

So, I'm gonna quickly explain the uniforms I made and if you want to see the little sketches I made you can read under the cut.

Alexia's outfit is the official pants uniform while Daniela's Knight is a modified version of it. The same goes with Rhiannon, she is wearing a modified version of the official dress uniform. Each of their outfits differ from one another to better show off their personalities, the boots, however, stay the same.

The boots are a combination of hunting and combat boots because I imagine the maids have to do a lot of dirty work whether that be doing garden work or cleaning up the gore the daughters leave behind. I also gave them accessories that represent the Dimitrescu Daughters they are with and because I thought it would look nice too.

I hope you all like the designs and you should definitely check out SylverStorms and her work!

Characters belong to @sylverstormz

Art and designs by me

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So the girls each had a different reaction to the uniforms.

As Sylver said, she doesn't see Alexia as a dress person, so I imagine Alexia didn't even let the grand chambermaid finish her sentence when she was asked if she would want the pants or dress uniform.

Daniela's Knight just didn't like how tight the button up was and she felt a bit claustrophobic.

Rhiannon just straight up did not like the color palette of the official dress uniform.

Welcome to the "I'm Dating A Gremlin Club" where we have a moment of peace from our feral lovers!

So, after Bela and Daniela get their maidens, Alexia pulls them aside for an important meeting and she tells them what they are allowed and not allowed to do. As well as a round of drinking.

When the two hear that they could possibly change their uniform they took it without a second thought.

So they got permission to modify their uniform a little and their gfs were not complaining when they saw the finished product.

Alexia is a little confused and annoyed at what they are wearing when she first sees them, what with the very in view cleavage from the Knight and the upgraded corset Rhiannon sports but she accepts it in the end.

So that's my little headcanon of how they got the permission to modify their outfits and all. Before I continue with some little doodles I made for fun, I want to explain the scars I gave Rhiannon.

In Rhiannon's design she wears see through stockings and I wanted to show that, however, because there was nothing on her legs it just ended up looking like leggings rather then stockings. But then I remembered in Songbird Ch. 2 Rhiannon was attacked by a moroaica, the zombie creatures we find in the dungeons and the courtyard in the game, and she ended up getting wounded on her neck. So, I took that scene added that to her design, hence the scars on her neck and everywhere else.

Rhiannon is a maid from the dungeons I imagine she would have some scars from being a prisoner whilst being there. I know Alexia was originally from the dungeons too but Rhiannon is like our focal character when it comes to what it is like in the dungeons and we don't know how long either of them have been in there, I just assumed Rhiannon has been there longer then Alexia. I kinda showcased that she was there for a long time by how long and disheveled her hair was, luckily she was given a haircut when she got the maid gig, imagine having to lug around all that hair throughout the day.

Most of the scars she obtained in the dungeon are on her legs, which you can see in her stockings, her left glove covers a nasty injury she got from a moroaica when she was first imprisoned as well some scars on her arms and right eyebrow.

I also made her bones show a bit to show off how malnourished she was in the dungeon as well as add bags under her eyes, its hard to sleep when all you hear is the screams and groans of the castle's victims and the monsters that lurk in the shadows. I imagine she gained her weight back after becoming a maid but the bags are kinda still there but will go away soon, she just needs a good night's sleep or multiple.

I also drew her existential crisis when she realized she would most likely die here and then her acceptance of that fate while she sings a broken lullaby to herself.

Long story short, the dungeon isn't a fun place to be.

So lets left the mood a little by showing off some doodles I made of the girls. I also plan to post more of them, maybe some ship art with little small stories attached to them.

[hanatsuki-esperanza]

Today is Fanfic Writer’s Appreciation Day...

...so here’s my list:

Anne B Walsh (aka whydoyouneedtoknow): Writer of the Dangerverse AU, a Harry Potter AU where Remus Lupin meets Danger Granger, Hermione’s sister and an untrained Dreamseer, a seer who receives prophetic dreams. Her magic was awakened upon the death of her parents, so she never went to Hogwarts (at least in the main series, it’s different in other AUs). Because of her dreams, Remus learns the truth about Peter, breaks Sirius out of prison, and kidnaps Harry from his aunt and uncle. The whole series is worth a read, even if you’re not a fan of canon Harry Potter. The series goes through all seven years of schooling, and fair warning, some beloved characters die, and it’s miserable. But overall it’s a good time. Start reading here: Living with Danger

Rhiannon Archer (aka SplendentGoddess): Writer of Inuyasha fanfiction, this  writer deserves recognition, even though the fandom is older. I think fandoms get better with age, especially after the main canon is completed and all the crazy fans leave. Recommendation: Cheap Imitation: the thoughts of a miko, 250 words, well-written, and it may surprise you.

Ravyn: Writer of several fandoms, I would like to highlight the contributions to the Rurouni Kenshin fandom, another old fandom (hmmm, is my age showing? maybe, maybe not. :P) Ravyn tends to write AUs, and more mature fics, but there are a ton of hidden gems (I’m going to be honest, the RK fandom is full of older hidden gems, but I think I’ll keep them held for future sharing. :]) Recommendation: Trouble with Vegas: In a world of magic, Kaoru wakes up heart-bonded to an assassin. And she doesn’t remember marrying him.

Lacrow: Oh look, a new fandom! SpyXFamily was a small but appreciated fandom, then the anime hit, and it exploded. Old writer got more appreciated, and new writers brought new gold. Lacrow brings to the table amazing AUs and fun little scenarios that may be canon one day... Recommendation: Forged in Fire: In a world of magic and gods, the Iron Curtain was placed by the god WISE to separate two countries. Ten years later, a certain disinherited young noble becomes a squire to a certain blonde paladin, and new adventures begin.

Cinnomyn: I would like to highlight Cinnomyn’s work in the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon fandom with the flavor text series, a collection of ficlets that look at different items from the PMD series. Short, simple, and incredibly well-written. Series collection here: flavor text

Titans R Us: This writer has contributed to several fandoms, but I would like to bring their Voltron Legendary Defender work. It’s fluffy and tooth-rotting, a lot of their works highlight the bond between the paladins. Pillow Forts for the Soul is especially warm, when the Gunderson trio help each other through their homesickness. Read it here: Pillow Forts for the Soul

xLoveMx: Finally, I would like to highlight xLoveMx’s works, especially the Critical Role works. I have certain opinions of the CR fandom, but the fix-it fic writers and other amazing authors help make things better.  If you like Widojest, here’s some tooth-rotting fluff for you: Something Always Brings Me Back To You If you like Macabre Melody, here’s some angst with a happy ending: 'Cause I Really Need To Know That You'll Stick Around ...aaannnd a comfort oneshot: So I'm Thankful For The Scars ( 'Cause Without Them I Wouldn't Know Your Heart )

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[[Okay, confession time: This list was an excuse for me to dig though my fanfic list and advertise my favorite authors.

Do I regret it? Absolutely not.

Am I going to do it again next year? Absolutely yes. I have a ton more authors I want to share with ya’ll.]]

:]

[wulfies-kpop-fanfics]

One Photo → Mark Lee [2]

↳  Pairing: Mark Lee/Reader

↳  AU: Soulmate!AU - The first touch of two soulmates permanently scars their bodies.

↳  Word count: 2,610

↳  Chapters: Prelude | 1 | You Are Here! | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

⁙ Summary: For an end of the year photography project, you’re tasked with taking a photograph for your favourite group, NCT127, and coincidentally, discover your soulmate.

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TUESDAY - 2

The next day you get up to your alarm, a little groggy and on autopilot. You mumble a greeting to Rhiannon who is already in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal. It's not uncommon for you to be undressed in front of her, so she barely reacts for a few moments when you reach into your clean clothes hamper in the living room and begin to change right there. 

However, in the midst of putting on your bra, Rhiannon squeals in excitement, nearly making you pee yourself.

“What the hell?!” You exclaim, now convinced that you're fully awake. 

“You-your front! Your entire torso! Look!” Rhiannon stands from the little dining table and approaches you, poking your stomach. You nearly let out a scream yourself when you see it.

Your entire torso, from collarbone to hip is completely covered with scar tissue, as well as the underside of your arms and the palms of your hands. “Rhiannon, I-” 

“Turn around.” She spoke quickly, and you obey her. She is silent for a little while, which is freaking you out even more than you already were. When she traces an outline over your right shoulder blade, your skin twitches in response. “(Y/N), this is the largest soulmate scar I've ever seen,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“I-” You're barely able to stutter out any words. You stand there, half-naked as your best friend examines you.

“Does it hurt?” Rhiannon pokes and prods on the newly formed scar tissue, primarily focusing on your shoulders.

“N-no, not at all.” You purse your lips. You feel like normal if not a bit overwhelmed. 

“This has got to be from a hug,” she concludes, nudging you to turn you back around. “There are perfect handprint scars on your back, too. You hugged Mark yesterday, right?” 

“He, uh, hugged me three times,” you confirm. “Johnny and Jaehyun hugged me twice.” 

“Then it's one of them!” Rhiannon is squealing with delight. “That is so exciting!” 

Your face fell a little, finishing putting on your bra and shirt you picked out for the day. “Yeah,” you say softly.

“What's wrong?” Rhiannon is beginning to look concerned, ghosting a hand over your shoulder.

“It's Mark,” you state, “I can feel it, but…”

“But what?” 

“If that's true, everything changes. When he leaves, am I going to be able to handle it?” you finish getting dressed and stop to look at your hands. “I… I already know I won't be able to handle the depression and separation anxiety, I won't be able to handle being constantly sick… I was never taught about any of this and I never even thought it would happen to me.” 

“(Y/N)...”

“I need to go. I have class.” 

~

You took in a deep breath as you gripped your tablet pen. You had been spending the last month's worth of photoshop labs on drawing a picture of Iron Man for your digital rendering final, and you had been doing well enough until today. Now that your hands had part of your scar, they gripped your pen differently and you were slowly growing more and more frustrated. 

It's not that you were angry that you had found your soulmate, and you were definitely happy it was Mark- but everything was happening so quickly. What were you going to say to him? Would his scar ruin his career? Were you ready for any of this? You looked up to your computer screen, seeing your reflection in the black screensaver. Seems like you had been overthinking long enough for the monitor to go to sleep.

You can see the buds of forming tears in your reflection. They were totally uncalled for and you knew it. Finding a soulmate was a happy time. In a world where all of this was completely normalized, you had no idea why you suddenly started feeling like a freak. On your way to class, you had already started to feel eyes on you. Most scars were small, dainty and cute, like a handshake or a poke to the shoulder- not a giant one that covered your entire chest, the inside of your arms and the palms of your hands. Scars larger than an apple were extremely rare, and ones like yours were the rarest of all.

What a wonderful scar, you heard your teacher say when you walked into class that morning. They say that if your scar is big, you're meant to be together for more than one lifetime. 

Maybe that was true, and it felt like a big responsibility you weren't ready for. You jumped in your seat when your phone vibrated in your pocket. 

Mark: Are you in class?

You: Yeah, but it's almost done

Mark: What is your classroom number? I'd like to pick you up if that's okay

You: Are you sure? 

Mark: Yeah! I wanted to spend more time with you today, I feel like it wasn't enough yesterday 

You: You're cheesy 

You: My classroom is 103A in M building 

Mark: You know it

Mark: See you soon 

You found yourself smiling at his texts. Talking to him eased some of your anxiety, but it still lingered in the back of your head. You put your phone down and shake your mouse so the screen comes back to life. Iron Man stares back at you, and you almost close the program. Your thoughts were irrational, and the only thing your scars were stopping you from doing was finishing the touch-ups of the last few pixels of this piece. 

Your hands will get used to it, you scold yourself, this is a good thing, (Y/N). You're not your parents.

You're snapped out of your thoughts again as your classmates begin to pack up, the quiet rustle of backpacks filling the room. You look back at your piece, over a month's work put into it and all you needed was maybe five minutes more of touch-ups and it would be perfect. 

The next time this classroom was going to be used was later tonight for the college's dungeons and dragons party, so you didn't think anyone would mind you staying to finish up.

The five minutes of touch-ups turned into 20 minutes of improving mistakes you've noticed, and 20 minutes of improving mistakes turned into an hour of being completely absorbed in your work. You had been so focused on everything that you barely even perk up when you hear one of the computer chairs rolling closer to you.

“I thought you went home, Moose,” you say casually, sticking your tongue out and swiping a line of light reflection onto a strip of red plating. 

“You have a friend named Moose?” The voice replies, and you nearly jump out of your seat, the pen swiping across the tablet and drawing a large white streak across Iron Man's face.

“Mark,” you sigh, placing a hand on your chest and trying to take in a deep breath. “You scared me.” 

Mark smiled sheepishly. “Sorry…” he looks at your computer screen. “I didn't mean to ruin your piece.” 

You smile gently, hitting ctrl z on your keyboard. The streak disappears, you save the piece and turn off the computer. “It's okay. I'm just lucky I don't have autosave turned on.” 

Mark sighed with relief. “You kinda scared me,” he starts, looking you in the eye. “You didn't come out of the classroom for so long that I thought you might have forgotten. I probably would have left if your teacher didn't recognize me and say it was okay for me to come inside.” 

Your frown at him and avoid his eye contact, deciding to focus on zipping up your backpack. “I'm sorry,” you say dejectedly. “I was dumb, but I would just be a downright moron if I stood you up on purpose.” 

Mark laughed softly, watching you pack up. “What did you want to do today?” he asked, voice softer. 

“I don't know,” you say, standing and slinging your backpack over your shoulders. “I would like to drop this off at my dorm, though. It's kinda heavy.” 

“Okay,” Mark nods. “We can start with that and go from there.”

While you travelled back to your dorm, nearly all of your anxiety about your scars disappeared. You talked about anything but the scar that was easily noticeable through your summery outfit. The more people looked at you, the more you wonder if Mark was keeping quiet out of courtesy for your aversion to his first question on the subject. 

Mark was sweet, complimenting your outfit and keeping up a strong conversation about marvel movies.

“Have you seen Endgame yet?” you asked him once you got back to the subject of Iron Man, and Mark laughed sadly.

“To my disappointment, no,” he answered, letting you board the subway first, pulling up his face mask. “Haven't had the time.” he stood close enough to you on the busy subway car that you could still hear him properly.

“Well, if you want we could see it,” you offer quickly, blushing and looking away as you saw his smile through his eyes.

“Are you asking me out, (Y/N)?” he asks, nudging you gently with his elbow. 

“N-no,” you respond, swearing up and down mentally that you were as red as a tomato. 

“I would graciously accept, but how about we wait until tomorrow? I want to catch up a little bit, I haven't watched any of the films in a while, I've been so busy preparing for the tour.” Mark smiled when you turned back to look at him again.

“Okay, well, I have all the films at my dorm,” you say, biting your lip.

“Would your roommate be okay if we stayed in?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, she would be more than okay,” you tell him, which causes both of you to start laughing. “She will probably faint if she sees you again.”

“I think I've had my lifetime fair share of people fainting in front of me,” he says humorously. 

“I wouldn't worry. She is working on her finals today and probably won't be back until after you leave,” you say. “We will have the place to ourselves.” 

“Okay, that sounds good. I'm looking forward to catching up. Do you have popcorn?” he asks sheepishly. 

“Yeah, we-” the subway comes to an abrupt stop at your station, and you nearly lose your balance. Mark catches you before your face ploughs directly into his chest. He’s holding your arm gently as you exit the subway car, and it is then you truly notice that Mark's scars are clearly visible, from his palms to the edge of his t-shirt, just like you.

When you get back to your dorm room, you place your bag and your shoes in the hallway, leading Mark inside. He pulls down his mask and sighs happily, joining you in removing his shoes and placing them on the shoe rack.

“I remember when my dorm was about this size,” he says wistfully, looking around. You frown a little. 

“You mean everyone in NCT used to live in a place like this?” you ask, walking into the kitchen to prepare a pack of popcorn.

“Not exactly, the different subgroups all had their own dorms, but they were all tiny, for more than 3 guys to live in at once.” Mark wanders over to you in the kitchen, leaning back on the counter and crossing his ankles.

“I'm sorry,” you say. “I hope it's different for you now.” 

“Yeah,” he replies, watching you put the popcorn in the microwave and press the appropriate numbers. “We all live pretty comfortably now.”

You smile at him. “Good, I'm happy. You deserve to live in a place where you're comfortable.”

Mark is silent for a moment. The microwave finishes and he moves out of your way as you grab a large mixing bowl to put your snack in. He’s watching you diligently, and you feel that too familiar pinch in your chest. It's more intense than you've ever felt from just watching internet content of him on your laptop.

“What film did you want to start with?” you ask, leading him to the living room as you pull a tote bag out from under your coffee table that contains your Marvel movie collection. “We can just watch Infinity War if you want, or we can watch them in story order if you're feeling a little daring.” 

“You know the order to watch them chronologically?” he asks, sitting down with the popcorn bowl in his lap. 

“Yeah. Rhiannon and I watched them all in order up to the release of Endgame.” 

“Wow, I'm impressed,” Mark comments, popping a couple of pieces of the snack into his mouth. “What's the order of the last three films?” 

“Let me see… it's Thor Ragnarok, Ant-Man and the Wasp and Infinity War,” you answer. “Wanna watch those?” 

“Yeah. Let's do that.” 

A few hours later you both are now watching Infinity War, about halfway through the film. A blanket had made its way over your laps and the popcorn bowl has been long empty, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. 

You can tell Mark is nervous. You're sitting close, your legs nearly touching, and you wonder if you should say something. You hoped you didn't scare him away from saying anything when the topic was brought up the night before. You didn’t want your bitterness to ruin it all.

Once you spare one glance from the movie to look over at him, you notice Mark has already beat you to it. His gaze pierces right through you, and somehow you feel as if Mark is seeing your soul.

“I don't want to make you uncomfortable,” he says, half-smiling at you. “I don't want to repeat yesterday's mistake.”

“It's okay,” You say softly, “you didn't know.” 

“But I should have.” He sounds serious and definitely looks the part, too.

You lick your lips as you watch him. There's something that hits you, like a wave of anxiety that is different from your own. 

“Mark,” you have to pause to gather your words. “You've known me for two days. Mistakes are bound to happen, and I… I don't actually hate the premise.” 

“Would you be okay with, um, talking about it?” The movie is playing in the background, the flashing images reflecting different lights onto Mark's face.

“There is not much to talk about, is there?” you asked, holding up your scarred hand. “It's here, on both of us, and I'm happy. Scared, but happy.” 

“You're not upset about it?” he asked, and it was almost like he was bracing for rejection. 

You took his hand, lacing your fingers with his. “No. You said you wanted to know someone so well that you didn't have to think about it, right?”

“Yeah, I did.” Mark returned the grip, his eyes glancing between your eyes and your hand. “You're right, we don't have to think about it.” Mark smiles softly at you, freeing his hand from yours so he can wrap his arm around your shoulder, guiding you to lean into his side.

It's maybe two hours later when you're stirred ever so slightly by the jiggling of the lock to your front door. You don't open your eyes, trying to ignore the sound and continue to cuddle into the warm body squished against you on the couch. 

Soft voices are muffled through your ears, and in your half slumber you can't exactly make any words out. Fatigue eventually grips you once again, returning to the vivid dream you were engrossed in just moments ago. 

[sylverstormz]

Thank you so much for your comments about my art! Im really glad you liked it!

I hope you didn’t mind Rhiannon being a bit scarred up and bloody, might’ve went too far when I heard she was a maid from the dungeons.

But I’m glad you all liked it! I really like your writing and works and it’s what really got me invested into the fandom and motivated to actual draw again, so thank you so much! I wish you all the good vibes and good luck for your next writings!

- 🦋

No I don't mind at all and I do keep their descriptions vague on purpose so people can picture them however they wish. Rhiannon was trapped for quite a few weeks in the dungeon, after all, when Alexia was only there for days and chosen by Alcina as a maid due to the shortage of staff. That's why it's only a brief mention in her story and the entire first chapter of Rhiannon's.

All the good vibes and inspiration to you as well! Take care :)