#royal blizzard

[masoncarr2244]

[fairmerthefarmer]

I don’t know how I never played any of the Nancy Drew games as a kid, I love point and click and I love Nancy drew and I would have been all over them!! My sister and I are playing through them together now and it is just an absolute joy. (She is however much better at puzzles than me so idk maybe they would have frustrated me as a kid)

Also it’s giving me some inspo to ~actually~ practice drawing and backgrounds etc. so anyway here’s treasure in the royal tower WIPS. I really want to do some actual illustrations from these games.

Also Evelyn/gabsmolders streams are just prime content for background comfort noise when pain flares or fatigue keep me in bed.

[spunchs-sweet-treats]

Royal Ultimate Choco Brownie Blizzard Review

The name does not lie, this is the Ultimate Choco Brownie Blizzard, the final boss of the Dairy Queen, if you will.

This treat is more expensive than your average Blizzard, but it is well worth it for the wealth of delicious hot fudge in the center. It's made up of hard chocolate pieces and brownie bits, making for an excellent flavor profile. Mixing the hot with the cold, the crunch with the soft, makes this a real fine treat.

Unfortunately, I must dock points for having such a long ass name. When I get in line in the store or in the drive through, I don't want to be saying all that shit, and it is for this reason that I haven't had this amazing Blizzard in many months.

Rating: 9/10. Change the name.

[j-alli98]

Testing a new deck and then some Battlegrounds!

Come hang out or maybe even play if you’re in Europe 🤷‍♂️

[heronetworkgg]

Los torneos de eSports más populares en Latinoamérica: Competición y pasión en el mundo virtual

Los eSports han experimentado un crecimiento exponencial en popularidad en todo el mundo, y Latinoamérica no es una excepción. La región se ha convertido en un epicentro vibrante de competición y pasión por los juegos electrónicos. En este artículo, exploraremos los torneos de eSports más populares en Latinoamérica, donde los mejores jugadores y equipos se […]

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[deunmiu-dessie]

royalty!reader who's on the run from their tyrannical uncle who is hell-bent on taking the throne for himself. royalty!reader who's the sole surviving royal descendant. royalty!reader who finds themselves without shelter as the unforgiving winter of the north looms closer. royalty!reader who's stranded in a big, dark cavern, struggling to stay warm. royalty!reader who delves deeper into the cave, unknowingly awakening a sinister creature lurking in the shadows. dragon!lover who's large in all aspects. dragon!lover who can't help but tease the royal by threatening to eat them. dragon!lover who sleeps atop mountains of gold. dragon!lover who always runs hot. dragon!lover who blows smoke into your face constantly. dragon!lover whose voice literally rattles your bones. dragon!lover who begrudgingly allows you to stay in the cave. dragon!lover who figures, he'll put your body to good use during the winter as payment. ˙ᵕ˙

"you do not scare me, dragon."

with a quivering exhale, you feel the dragon's firm touch from behind, his warm lips caressing the sensitive skin of your neck. despite the cold draft in the spacious den, caspian burns with the intense, thick, molten fire that swells within his chest.

the aroma of smoke and the biting winter blizzard that howls just a few steps away permeate his scaly skin, a tantalizing combination that sets you aflame, igniting a fiery surge of warmth in the depths of your belly; leaving you intoxicated and dizzy under his searing touch. your nerves tighten like a coiled spring as his lips tantalizingly brush against the tender curve of your ear. "you should be scared."

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

[the-once-and-future-love]

Merlin Holiday Fic Recs (winter, xmas, yule, etc):

A Blizzard in Camelot by asilentherald

A Broken Leg, But A Whole Heart by every1isgay

A Gift for a King by A_Diamond

a gift for you, my love, this cold winter's day by merthurmagic025

A Midwinter Visit by lawgoddess

A Royal Christmas by flowersheep

A Very Merry Christmas by diversefandomer

all ye faithful by schweet_heart

Between Battles by daroh

blow cold the season by schweet_heart

Can I Be Him? by arthurpendragonz

Cold Spell by mornmeril

for years or for hours by rubyboys

For You To Keep by PunkPinkPower

Furs and Flannels by asilentherald

The Gift at Yule by Clea2011

How to Clothe a Stubborn Manservant by orphan_account [gen]

In Winter Enjoy by Black_Crystal_Dragon

King's Consort by sorcererinslytherin

Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe by vintagelilacs

the knight of wands by theythinktheyknow

Long Winter Nights by TyalanganD

Longing Floats Around You by seapotato

The Longest Night by Tayathestrange

Make A Wish by Tayathestrange

May I Have This Dance? by CreamyXD

Maybe We Were Coming All Along by sassafrasx

Melted Ice and Thermal Hearts by howshouldipresume

Merlin's Yule Gift. by rotrude

Merlin Loves Yuletide by RatFuckingQueer_67

Mistletoe by swiftonthedownside

Never a Day Off by archaeologist_d [gen]

No Matter How Far Away You Roam by lady_ragnell

Not so Silent a Night by archaeologist_d

On the Importance of Hot Beverages (And Other Methods of Keeping Warm) by A_Diamond

One of Us Is Lying by sinivalkoista [gen]

Possessed by Light by glim

Sacred Fire by cellist

Something Immortal by loser_angel

Sweet Dreams of Mistletoe by katherynefromphilly

That Shall Achieve The Sword by astolat   [gen]

The Thaw by RurouniHime

Tis the Season by archaeologist_d [gen]

Too Cold To Be Mucking Out Stables by Catnip_3 [gen]

Until Morning Light by myashke

What nonsense! by xancredible [gen]

with(out) you to hold by endoftheline7

The Yuletide Hunt by fifty_fifty

Happy Holidays! please feel free to add on more fics that you believe deserve recognition!

[exactlycleverpirate]

Timeline from Xavier's Perspective Part 1

EDIT: This has been updated to include the endings of all myths as well as some other information.

(Includes spoilers for basically everything, including all myths.)

This is an update of my earlier post. Part 2 here.

If you are interested in more speculation than facts, check out my Half-baked Theories and Wild Theories About Rafayel. For an in-depth exploration of Rafayel’s story, see What Happened to Lemuria and Rafayel and Rafayel's Timeline Redux Part 1. For current game story see Love and Deepspace: the Story So Far Part 1.

Timeline from Xavier's perspective (Part 1/Philos):

Xavier is born on Philos. He is the Crown Prince of the royal family. Life is connected to the core of Philos, making him and most people on Philos immortal while the planet remains. Philos has a fake core that is holding together the separate tectonic plates of former Earth. Travel between these plates is difficult (no oceans?).

214 PT (Philos Time) Xavier went to school with MC in year 214, which is 214 years after the destruction of earth. MC has a fatal heart condition. Some of the professors lived on Earth before its destruction. Xavier is under constant guard and has little freedom. (Anecdote 3)

217 PT MC and Xavier become friends and fall in love. She gives him the star charm tassel that she made.

Xavier finds out MC is dying. They go on a date to see a meteor shower by a salt flat. After this, Xavier disappears for a month.

MC escapes the hospital to go to the salt flat. Xavier finds her there and has the protocore that is supposed to be able to save her, but it is too late. She dies in his arms. Xavier promises to seek her out in her future lives.

Zayne's Myth. Zayne guards the Creatio protocore in a frozen tower as a Foreseer of Astra. The royal family sends him emissaries seeking a prophecy every 100 years, but they never return. MC is a gardener with a fatal heart condition and is seeking the Creatio protocore to save her life. (Is this the same protocore that Xavier found in her first life on Philos?) Zaybe says if she can make the jasmine on the balcony of the Tower bloom, she can go free.

MC and Zayne have been stuck in a loop, where MC seeks out the Creatio to heal her dying heart, Zayne falls in love with her, she dies, his memories are erased (but preserved as fragments in an illusory jasmine garden), and she is reincarnated to do it all again. This is happening because of some sort of resonance link between MC and the Creatio, which makes it so the Creatio can power itself by draining her life.

After the jasmine on the tower blooms, Zaybe remembers what has happened to them in the past. Zayne breaks the cycle by fusing the Creatio to MC's heart, healing her. He is then locked in an eternal slumber in the Tower of Thorns behind an eternal blizzard as punishment by Astra. MC is free, and her heart appears to be healed, but she can no longer get to Zayne.

30,000 PT Assuming the seas dried up when Earth was destroyed and became Philos, Rafayel's Myth takes place around this time. MC was born from the depths of the earth. She has a special heart that makes the people of Philos immortal and is guarded in a palace, treated as a princess, and not allowed to leave.

Child MC is gifted a young Rafayel as a Lemurian slave. She sets him free. (Rafayel later tells her he allowed himself to be caught on purpose.)

MC meets Rafayel as adults while she is attempting to escape the palace. He helps her. They continually meet up and she learns he was the boy she released as a child. Rafayel, Amund, and other Lemurians are killing human nobles. Rafayel tells MC this is not out of revenge, but rather somehow part of an effort to restore Lemuria/the oceans. MC asks how she and Rafayel can be bound as he never gave her one of his scales. He says their bond was formed when the oceans still existed. MC has vague memories of living in a hut on the Island of Songs surrounded by ocean. 

Rafayel and Amund are plotting to recover “the God of the Sea’s (Rafayel’s) heart from MC by cutting it out with a dagger on the Island of Songs. However, the heart must be given willingly. Rafayel is uncertain whether the legends are true about killing MC to restore the oceans and Lemuria. Per the legend, the goal seems to be attaining Absolute Power. According to the legend, “Lemurians who seeketh Absolute Power: Combat the treacherous tides. Dive into The Deep for pearls. Find a true love. When blessed with a true love’s kiss, claim her heart by your own hand. A heart, pure, flawless-and filled with love. It is the best offering humans can give to Lemurians. -Lemurian Ruins, Slate No. 0065, Lemuria: Tome of the Sea God”. (Amund has served multiple Gods of the Sea over the centuries. Are these all reincarnations of Rafayel or are there multiple Gods of the Sea?)

6 months after Rafayel and MC celebrate her birthday, he and Amund take her to the Island of Songs, which she recognizes. She remembers her past life with Rafayel and realizes that Rafayel will fall into eternal slumber and the seas will never be restored if she does not return his heart. She offers to cut it out, but Rafayel refuses, saying he and the Lemurians will have to find their own way to change to story. He attempts to erase her memories and sever their bond to save her. Rafayel calls her his beloved bride.

MC is returned to the palace with no memories of Rafayel, but she watches the blue fish he gave her when they were young and slowly begins to remember. Hearing that the Lemurians are on the verge of being captured, and remembering that Rafayel intends to leave, she runs out of the city to find him, her memories and their bond once more intact.

Unsure how to resolve things, they set out on a camel across the desert to find Whalefall City. Amund is with them. Rafayel suggests that somehow by going to Whalefall City, he’ll be able to show her the sea. (Based on the Tender Moment, Whalefall Lament, it seems likely that Whalefall City is the name of the Lemurian city under the sea that Rafayel grew up in as a child on Earth.) The blue fish in the palace turns into a scale, presumably the one he gifted her to form their bond.

Xavier meets MC again at a Philos Academy as knights in training, sometime near the end of Philos’ life as a planet. Jeremiah goes to the Academy too. Xavier is the Crown Prince, but avoids returning to the royal family, remaining at the Academy instead.

During his Gladius Ceremony in the Starfall Forest, Xavier discovers that the forest contains the hollow heart of Philos and consumes people to power the long-dead core. This creates Wanderers. Xavier realizes protocores used to contain hearts. MC notices his attitude/demeanor changes noticeably after this trial. He rejects his role of Crown Prince after this.

The king dies, and Xavier disappears for about 200 years. 

MC and Xavier meet up again while investigating Starfall Forest. Jeremiah is part of MC’s squad. Xavier reveals what he learned about the forest to MC. He tells her that the royal family used to send human sacrifices into the forest. Then they discovered a truly immortal person who could die and come to life over and over, continually powering the planet. MC does not realize he is talking about her. She realizes the woman who gave him the star tassel is the same woman who reincarnates.

Xavier begins planning a backtracking expedition through spacetime in order to find a way to save MC and Philos. Jeremiah decides to join the team. MC decides to stay and become Queen to protect the people of Philos until Xavier can return. Xavier says that when he returns, he will be her knight. She gives him her little star badge, saying she knows that it can't replace the star tassel. He tells her only one person has ever given him a little star, but she doesn't understand what he means.

Xavier leaves MC’s service, and she fakes his death, claiming he died with honors. He is viewed as a traitor by the people of Philos. MC does not believe he will ever return.

Timejump.

See Part 2 here for Earth Timeline

A thought: Is the reason that MC is considered the only true immortal because she has or is connected to Rafayel/The God of the Sea’s heart? Lemurians appear to be naturally immortal, though not undying.

[adamnablelittledevil]

"There is Lestat, first and foremost, the author of four books of his life and his adventures comprising everything you could ever possibly want to know about him and some of us. Lestat, ever the maverick and the laughing trickster. Six feet tall, a young man of twenty when made, with huge warm blue eyes and thick flashy blond hair, square of jaw, with a generous beautifully shaped mouth and skin darkened by a sojourn in the sun which would have killed a weaker vampire, a ladies' man, an Oscar Wildean fantasy, the glass of fashion, the most bold and disregarding dusty vagabond on occasion, loner, wanderer, heart-breaker and wise guy, dubbed the "Brat Prince" by my old Master - yes, imagine it, my Marius, yes, my Marius, who did indeed survive the torches of the Roman Coven-dubbed by Marius the 'Brat Prince,' though in whose Court and by whose Divine Right and whose Royal Blood I should like to know. Lestat, stuffed with the blood of the most ancient of our kind, indeed the very blood of the Eve of our species, some five to seven thousand years the survivor of her Eden, a perfect horror who, emerging from the deceptive poetical title of Queen Akasha of Those Who Must Be Kept, almost destroyed the world. Lestat, not a bad friend to have, and one for whom I would lay down my immortal life, one for whose love and companionship I have ofttimes begged, one whom I find maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying, one without whom I cannot exist.

[...]

But Lestat was calling. Lestat was, or so he claimed, afraid. I had to go. The last time he'd been in trouble, I hadn't been free to rush to his rescue. There is a story to that, but nothing as important as this one which I tell now. Now I knew that my hard-won peace of mind might be shattered by the mere contact with him, but he wanted me to come, so I went.

[...]

Of course I knew the very moment that he left this world. I felt it. I was in New York already, very near to him and aware that you were there as well. Neither of us meant to let him out of our sight if at all possible. Then came the moment when he vanished in the blizzard, when he was sucked out of the earthly atmosphere as if he'd never been there. Being his fledgling you couldn't hear the perfect silence that descended when he vanished. You couldn't know how completely he'd been withdrawn from all things minuscule yet material which had once echoed with the beating of his heart. I knew.

[...]

I didn't fear for Lestat, not really. I had no hopes for his adventure, except that he would appear sooner or later and tell us some fantastical yarn. It would be regular Lestat talk, for nobody aggrandizes as he does his preposterous adventures. This is not to say that he hasn't switched bodies with a human. I know that he has. This is not to say that he didn't wake our fearsome goddess Mother, Akasha; I know that he did. This is not to say that he didn't smash my old superstitious Coven to bits and pieces in the garish years before the French Revolution. I've already told you so. But it's the way he describes things that happen to him that maddens me, the way that he connects one incident to another as though all these random and grisly occurrences were in fact links in some significant chain. They are not. They are capers. And he knows it. But he must make a gutter theatrical out of stubbing his toe. The James Bond of the Vampires, the Sam Spade of his own pages! A rock singer wailing on a mortal stage for all of two hours and, on the strength of that, retiring with a slew of recordings that feed him filthy lucre still from human agencies to this very night. He has a knack for making tragedy of tribulation, and forgiving himself for anything and everything in every confessional paragraph he pens. I can't fault him, really. I cannot help but hate it that he lies now in a coma on the floor of his chapel here, staring into a self-contained silence, despite the fledglings that circle him for precisely the same reason as I did, to see for themselves if the blood of Christ has transformed him somehow and he does not represent some magnificent manifestation of the miracle of the Transubstantiation. But I'll come to that soon enough. I've ranted myself into a little corner. I know why I resent him so, and find it so soothing to hammer at his reputation, to beat upon his immensity with both my fists. He has taught me too much. He has brought me to this very moment, here, where I stand dictating to you my past with a coherence and calm that would have been impossible before I came to his assistance with his precious Memnoch the Devil and his vulnerable little Dora. Two hundred years ago he stripped me of illusions, lies, excuses, and thrust me on the Paris pavements naked to find my way back to a glory in the starlight that I had once known and too painfully lost. But as we waited finally in the handsome high-rise apartment above St. Patrick's Cathedral, I had no idea how much more he could strip from me, and I hate him only because I cannot imagine my soul without him now, and, owing him all that I am and know, I can do nothing to make him wake from his frigid sleep. But let me take things one at a time. What good is it to go back down now to the chapel here and lay my hands on him again and beg him to listen to me, when he lies as though all sense has truly left him and will never return. I can't accept this. I won't. I've lost all patience; I've lost the numbness that was my consolation. I find this moment intolerable."

THIS CHAPTER ISN'T OVER YET AND IT'S ALREADY PEAK INSANITY OMG

[qierxing]

Divinity

Yan! Zayne/Li Shen x Reader | Mythos AU CW/TW: Obsessive behavior,  Dub//con, Mention of attempted rape, spoilers for Zayne's mythos story

—

Your first mistake was staying.

In your defense, you didn’t have many options. Treason, even if falsified, meant that if you didn’t flee, meant that your body would be subjected to the most painful torture before dying. And you were much too cowardly for that.

At the time, you were desperate. Scared. Terrified for your life. So with fear and adrenaline rushing through your veins, you run to the one place that you knew the emperor and his court wouldn’t even think to look.

The Tower of Thorns.

In its freezing stone walls, you were safe from others, but not from him. 

People in court have murmured about him, the Foreseer. Old scholars with white long beards and wrinkled skin harped about tradition while old nobility scoffed and argued just what was the point of sending a royal envoy to their death. One of your friends at the time, a lady in waiting who knew how to read, told you that the Foreseer is meant to be Astra’s embodiment, according to the old texts. All this simply did not prepare you for what he actually is. 

“It seems you’re well acquainted with the flowers.” The low, curt voice makes you freeze for a moment, but only a moment.

“This unworthy one has had experience with tending flowers.” is your quick, demure reply. Only really watering them though, nothing like what the palace gardeners do. But still, you did enjoy taking care of the various jasmines, plum blossoms, and begonias in the pretty courtyards and chambers back then. 

More so than being suffocated by the cold, unfeeling blizzard that the Foreseer brings with him.

When you had stepped into the throne room, there indeed sat a body upon the grand throne. You had stepped closer only to find to your muted surprise that the body was encased in ice and prickly dark thorns. No signs of life whatsoever. That was as far as you wanted to check, and you were too relieved. Surely he wouldn’t notice if you took refuge here?

The flowers had been something that you took up to pass time. You didn’t know how long it would take for things to blow over, until the wanted posters were no longer calling for your head. And the buds peekings through the weathered cracks of stone inspired you. It had only been a matter of finding a container, then some snow that had melted into clear water. After that, it was practically routine for you to stop by the balconies to pay a visit to them.

It was when the first buds bloomed into beautiful osmanthus flowers that the Foreseer deigned to do something about the stranger that had invaded his domain.

A chilly wind blows and you shiver. You hated how cold it was here. You missed being back in the city, where the sunshine felt like a companion. 

“If you’re cold, you should come back inside.” The voice draws closer and you tense. “As a human, you are more prone to getting sick.”

“This unworthy one only wishes to finish their care,” you murmur, eyes still not leaving the glistening white petals. “Then they will return.” It had been awhile since you spoke court language, but it comes naturally. No matter how pretty the lotus is, they cannot hide the fact they bloomed from dirt, you thought with bitter humor.

The Foreseer doesn’t speak, but you can feel his disappointment, heavy enough to put pressure to weigh you down. You bow your head lower in submission, praying that it will be enough to appease him. The pressure grows heavier.

“Raise your head. You will only hinder yourself from properly watering the flowers.” 

You pause before you raise your face just enough to see the collar of long, midnight robes. You tip the container again, letting water shower the vines and petals freely without flooding it all and causing puddles to form. You do this several times, around the whole foundation.

When you’re done, you hold the container and bow again before the Foreseer.

“Then, this unworthy one will go now.”

You leave without raising your head, back to the doors. It is only when you find yourself in the drafty hallways that you dare to start to run.

—

When the Foreseer awoke, you fell to your knees and kowtowed, begging for mercy.

But would someone who is meant to be a guide to humanity and the kingdom by extension, let a fugitive like you live?

He had only given you a long look, before declaring that he has no hostility to those who don’t pose a threat, and walked away. You couldn’t believe it, but you didn’t question it, only grateful he had spared your measly life. 

But then he started appearing at the balconies where you watered flowers daily. You thought it was simply to check if you really weren’t a threat but the days went on to weeks, and he did not miss a single day greeting you there. Watching with those flinty hazel eyes. 

“What are you doing?” 

It was cold and freezing within the tower, but it was not completely uninhabitable. You had managed to cobble together a fire under an iron cauldron. 

“This unworthy one thought you might need some food, venerable one.” You timidly propose. 

“I have no need for such things. I do not have mortal needs such as hunger, if you will.”

Your face lowers more out of humiliation, but a sigh follows after.

“Come, sit.” You start to protest, but the plate holding the stew is slid over to you. The Foreseer merely raises an eyebrow when your stomach growls loudly, making blood rush to your face and neck. You decide not to embarrass yourself further and eat.

The wind howls outside. Tonight, it seems there will be another blizzard again. Just as you dip the spoon into the bowl, he finally speaks.

“Why did you come here, if you’re not an envoy from the kingdom?” 

You stop eating. And here was the dreaded moment.

“I…I’m no longer welcome in the kingdom.” You say. “It’s why I came here to seek shelter.”

“No longer welcome?”

You laugh humorlessly, deciding to throw everything to the wind. Who cares anymore? It’s not like you were any less doomed if you didn’t spill. “Royal authority is absolute. One thing led to another and well…”

Hazel fragments flicker with silver in the candlelight and you quickly lower your eyes. 

“I see.”

It’s a neutral response. He’s not angry, nor sad. It has the apathy of an immortal who can no longer find a reason to care. In a way, you’re relieved. You don’t want useless sympathy nor undue anger. 

His hand reaches out and you flinch, pushing back your chair and nearly falling over. Flashes of leering dark eyes and gnashing yellow teeth flash by in your mind. The heady scent of sandalwood incense. Your skin crawling where he touched, reaching for the closest thing near you to make it all stop—

The Foreseer blinks in slow shock at your reaction. You heave yourself upright and bow low.

”A thousand apologies, venerable one,” you rush out. “This unworthy one will excuse themselves.”

In the end, the Foreseer is left staring at a half-eaten bowl of stew.

—

It’s been three months.

You know, because you scratched the days and weeks into a smooth patch of stone in your room, keeping track so you wouldn’t forget how long you’ve been here. 

Three months should be enough for infatuation to wane and bloodthirst to die down, right? Princes had more than enough options of courtesans and concubines to care about one lowly chamber servant.

When you walk into the throne room, the Foreseer is reading a scroll. It’s long enough that it flows over his robes and onto the ground, showing complicated characters that you don’t understand at all. 

(You wonder if your friend is doing okay. Maybe you could send her a letter to tell her you’re safe?) 

“What brings you here?” the Foreseer doesn’t bother looking at you, and this you were grateful for. His eyes felt like they could see all the way through to your treacherous thoughts.

“This unworthy one simply wanted to announce that they will humbly take their leave here and to once again offer thanks for your benevolence.”

His eyes snap up instantly. Scroll forgotten, he lowers it to his lap, eyebrows furrowing. 

“You’re leaving?” He softly asks with disbelief. You only blink in confusion.

“Yes, venerable one.” You bow again. 

Something shifts in the air. The temperature drops abruptly, and within seconds, you can see your panicked breath fog the air in front of you. When you take a step back, the winds begin howling against the tall windows, hail banging on them incessantly, as if screaming for something. 

His scroll clatters to the floor and you barely have time to react when he swiftly reaches out and grabs your arm.

“Please…” his eyes dim from the usual warm brown and greens of forests to the steely flint of gray. “Please, you can’t go.”

You thrash against his grip, but he uses his other hand to entrap your other arm and before you know it, he’s carrying you somewhere. Your heart hammers against your chest as you try everything to get free, but his unrelenting grip cages you like ice, preventing you from escaping.

It’s when your back hits something soft and plush, that you begin to scream. No, no, no, no—but it’s no use. Large hands encircle yours and drag them above you and your scream is silenced by a desperation that makes you kick your feet. You didn’t want this. How could this happen again? The Foreseer is not human, how could he lust for someone like this? 

“From the moment I saw you,” he gasped out between ravaging kisses, “I knew you were the one. I should’ve been better. Then, maybe things would have been different.”

Despite his cold skin, his tongue felt molten hot, tangling with yours in the most filthiest way possible. Your head gets light headed with the prolonged kisses stealing your air. As your struggling grows slower with your energy fading, his body presses down to take advantage. 

“And you are mine.” he keens in your ear, and you whimper in response. The yearning in his voice is so poignant that it nearly breaks you in, but you yank your head away in an attempt to separate yourselves. In response, he delivers a bite that makes you yelp.

Soon your hips are pinned into place by his and horror begins running through your veins. Even if you try wiggling, something hard and hot is pressing against your nether regions, lighting a terrifying thrill in your chest.

“I’ll keep you safe, no matter what, my dearest.” He softly whispers, as his hands tug your shabby robes off your shoulders.

You wonder if Astra would hear your prayers if you screamed.

[ryuryuryuyurboat]

'tis the season

synopsis: got the chills? no worries, pull your hand close to the fire!

genre: fluff

characters: kazuha, neuvillette, wanderer, wriothesley, xiao x gn! reader (separately)

warnings: reader referred to in 2nd person, implied romantic rs but can be read platonically

a/n: hihi @dernier-mystere!! i'm your backup secret santa for @2023gisecretsanta's secret santa event! it is way past christmas, so take this as a new year's gift instead! may this year bring you much joy, and hopefully this gift brings you some warmth in this winter :)) || likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!

©2024 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.

masterlist

ah, yes. winter, the notorious hit-or-miss season. while there may be those who love the cold weather, the harsh bite of the blizzards and howling winds in the snowstorms may prove to be too daunting for even the most seasoned warriors in the icy cold. in times like this, what better way is there to wait out the piercing tempest than spending some time holed up with your favourite people?

kazuha smiles a kind smile at you, offering a hand to you. my dove, he calls, won’t you join me by the window? the cold has fogged up the glass of the windowpane, yet you still sit together on the edge of the bed– he gently nudges your head to rest on his shoulder as you listen to the pitter-patter of the snow outside, its gentle rhythm lulling you to sleep. what beautiful scenery, you hear him whisper, but his gaze is fixed on you all the while. “i love when it snows. the world falls completely silent, and we can sleep undisturbed.”

neuvillette, completely absorbed in his paperwork, doesn’t even realise it’s snowing till he shivers when he feels your icy touch on both sides of his neck. the nerve. well, guess it’s a sign for him to take a break! he lets you drag him into the kitchen, where it’s warmer, and watches as you put the pots on the stove. what’re you doing? he asks, and nearly falters at your excited grin as you tell him you’d been wanting to make hot cocoa and share it with him. maybe those documents can wait, he thinks, as he opens his mouth to give the only suggestion on his mind. “snow, in fact, is one of water’s natural self-cleansing mechanisms. but human activity tends to reduce snow’s purity, so do not consume it.”

never tell the wanderer you feel cold. the only reply you’ll get is “well, damn, y/n, i can’t control the weather!” quite the royal treatment. but when you turn away to rub your hands together for some warmth, your nose red from the cold, you feel a comforting weight rest on your shoulders as he grumbles something about “not wanting to deal with a coughing and sneezing you”, and he offers you his wide hat as extra protection from the chilling wind. “i have no need for warmth. save me the trouble and take care of yourself, will you?”

winter with wriothesley, simply put, is warm. it’s homely. with him, it doesn’t matter whether you’re in the comfort of your own home, or if you’re far from your usual lodging — all it takes is the shrill whistling of a kettle a certain someone set on the stove, followed by the gurgling of the water as it’s poured into two patiently waiting mugs, and finally, he pushes a warm mug into your trembling hands. how he managed to find and brew tea that smells exactly like a chocolatey beverage you’re all too familiar with is beyond you. any questions that may have reached your lips are quickly washed away as he clinks his mug with yours and you fight the temptation to down the still-steaming liquid in one go. “cheers, and may the biting frost be melted away by this drink.”

cuddling with xiao? the demon conqueror? the karmic debt-ridden guardian yaksha? why, perish that thought at once! …although, if it keeps you warm, maybe he’ll make an exception. just this once. maybe he’ll entertain your suggestion of building a blanket fort, and maybe he’ll grab the thickest one to drape over you both as you share a bowl of hot soup. the howling wind rattles the windows– he looks out, at the snow falling onto the ground, then back at you. “maybe we can go out soon. the snow looks thick enough to eat.”

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HC request! I've been talking with Mafiafell Wingdings on Character ai and had sort of therapy with him, where he "opened up" about his first murder and other stuff... So what about "first kill reaction" headcanon in Mafiafell? Other AU's too, if you want to

Undercut due to trigger warnings: domestic abuse, child abuse, murder, depression

To preface: All monsters feel physically ill the first time they obtain EXP. It’s an overwhelming, violating sensation that cuts through them like wind in a blizzard. It will always take time to adjust—to no longer feel sick—but how they feel over time with EXP changes on character.

Mafiafell Wingding (Don)’s first murder was their father. Their mother had died during Papyrus’ birth, and things were already difficult with his father. Their father’s temperament had worsened over the years, and being left a single dad had done nothing to soften it.

When their father’s anger got the best of him, there wasn’t anything they could do. He was a corrupted Judge, and one touch of his magic was enough to poison them and leave them sick for days.

It was, to Don, a hopeless situation. He could only think about growing up fast enough to get out of the house without being chased or followed. He felt helpless against everything that occurred.

And then that fear turned to anger.

Don wasn’t sure what truly triggered it. Was it the years of mounting resentment? The pain of several broken ribs? The shame and guilt clawing at him when he saw Sans’ newly formed fracture?

It was it seeing their father direct his anger toward an infant Papyrus?

Perhaps all of the above.

All he could say for certain was that it only took one moment for everything to change from dreadful terror to blind rage.

Their father’s back was turned. Don saw Papyrus under the water. Father’s hands were pushing the infant further under.

He knew what was about to happen.

He acted without thought.

It took one blow from behind to severe the head.

Don could never forget the look of surprise on their father’s face as his head hit the ground.

Or the way he smiled as he dusted.

-

Mafiafell Sans (Hit) was, ironically, around the same age for his first kill. Ever since their father passed away, Hit’s magic had been steadily increasing in power. It was a precursor to the Judge ability being inherited by him.

Part of that growth included unexpected outbursts of magic. Nothing dangerous so far: all outbursts had only resulted in furniture being cracked, or a little sting if someone was touching him at the time.

He didn’t know—

None of them knew—

. . .

How could they have known?

It was a quiet evening. He was on his way home after working at a hotdog stand all day, dead tired.

He had an outburst.

But that time his Judge ability hit a Royal Guard, one with several LVLs above him.

The more EXP someone has, the more powerful the ability works against them. A wild, uncontrolled, point-blank blast of the ability was enough to dust the guard.

This was, unfortunately, done in front of witnesses.

. . .

Don had to serve as a Royal Scientist, and Hit took on the Judge role at the age of thirteen.

Some days, Hit thinks imprisonment would have been kinder.

-

Mafiafell Papyrus (Boss) had a straightforward first kill.

A monster from the city was harassing one of the teenagers at Snowdin. The parents came to the Gasters for help, and Boss stepped forward to take care of it.

He didn’t set out to kill the monster. He meant to intimidate. But when he saw the look in heir eyes. . . He knew he couldn’t let that monster walk away.

It was a choice. It’s never one he makes lightly, but he will always stand by his decisions.

Was it wrong?

Maybe.

But it was his choice, and he does not regret it.

MASTERLIST

[clavissionary-position]

Meanwhile on the Achroite-Obsidian border...

Gilbert: (painting the snow red with All These Corrupt Nobles)

Matias: (watching from atop a wall on his side) You...!

Matias:

Gilbert: (calls up) You look like you have something to say! Unfortunately, I'm still within 5 cm of the Obsidian side.

Matias: (holds up a ruler and squints) 6 cm! You lied to make yourself look worse, you criminal!

Gilbert: Hehe, did I? Well, it's all just numbers in the end. I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, Matias, but we're not so different, you and I.

Matias: (panicked-thinking) Please don't say that please don't say that please don't say that please don't say that please don't say that. I am not a monster, I am Matias.

Matias: I have no use for clichés. Only justice. What you are doing is a gross abuse of authority. All people deserve to be tried fairly in the court of law.

Gilbert: Even if the Obsidian Royal Family is the law?

Gilbert: And I've seen what you do in your so-called courts. Handing down the sorts of extreme sentences that you do is its own abuse of power, right?

Gilbert: You're giving those people false hope they might get off, either free or with a lighter sentence, but it's a foregone conclusion, isn't it? You're just toying with them. Whereas I do my sentencing up-front with little fuss.

Gilbert: In fact, what I'm doing here is simply saving the people their tax dollars by expediting the process.

Roderic: (pauses killing spree) Exactly! He's an ally to the taxpayers!

Matias: Can we not have this philosophical debate while you're mid-stab?

Gilbert: Oh no, Roderic is the one doing all the stabbing?

Roderic: I am! I do all the stabbing! Most of the time! I'm the actual villain!

Gilbert: No one is a greater villain than me. If such a person exists, they're not long for the world I seek to forge.

Gilbert: Also, Matias, if you're flinging around wild accusations like that in your day-to-day work, then I think that makes you far worse than me.

Matias: That's what all the preparation before a trial is for! We have never mistakenly...

Matias: (panicked-thinking) OH GOD BUT WHAT IF

Matias: Stop what you're doing, Gilbert.

Gilbert: Giving you an existential crisis or excising these rotten limbs from the body of my country?

Matias: Both, if that is at all possible.

Gilbert: You're free to try and invade my country if you want jurisdiction over these... (kicks a noble) ...things.

Matias: (grits teeth) I'd rather not have to rely on force.

Gilbert: Are you scared of my army?

Matias: I fear no such thing.

Gilbert: Even if we were to invade tomorrow?

Matias: You won't. There's a blizzard tomorrow. And our snowshoes are better.

Matias: The second you step foot into Achroite, I'll have you arrested for improper footwear.

Gilbert: That's too bad. It kind of sucks that you're telling me about that in advance, though. You could have had me beheaded for improper footwear.

Matias:

Gilbert: Hehe, but I like that about you, Matias. For all your flaws, you at least try to play fair. There might be a place for you in my new world yet.

Matias: Why do I feel like I'm caught in the middle of some unseen war between gods.

Matias: (checks his watch) Oh! It's time for my tea-party delusion! What to wear, what to wear...

[zuko-always-lies]

Unpopular Opinion: Ursa's parenting negatively affected Zuko

One of the fascinating things about the ATLA fandom is that people are utterly uninterested in analyzing how Ursa's parenting really screwed up Zuko, even though it's pretty clear. I don't mean to attack Ursa here, because I think she had good intentions, but, although her parenting was far better than Ozai's, it contributed to Zuko's many poor decisions.

I've given a broader coverage to values Ursa extols to her children elsewhere. The general point you should take away from that is that Ursa was critical in instilling imperialist values in her children and in teaching them to respect/obey the Firelord.

However, that's not the point I will belabor here. I want to turn to something else. Let's take a look closely at the scene where Zuko tries to perform Azula's firebending routine in front of his grandfather and his father but falls flat on his face:

Ozai frowns at this news. Zuko starts off well, doing the same circular motions as Azula earlier. He manages to produce a small fire blast, which does not impress Fire Lord Azulon. When he tries to create another one, he falls. He gets back up, panting heavily, and tries again, only to fall harder. Ursa gets up worriedly and approaches Zuko to comfort him. Young Zuko: I failed. Ursa: No. I loved watching you. That's who you are, Zuko. Someone who keeps fighting even though it's hard.

The lesson that Zuko learns from Ursa here is that his gift is stubborn persistence and that he should never stop trying to meet the toxic expectations of the Fire Nation royal court and of his father(she also might have inadvertently encouraged the Zuko-Azula sibling rivalry).

How do we know this is what Zuko took away from this? These scenes are paired together at the end of "Zuko Alone," as Zuko struggles to defeat Gow:

In the flashback, Zuko is sleeping in his room at night when a hand gently touches his shoulder. He awakens drowsily to see his mother dressed in a cloak.

Young Zuko: … Mom? Ursa: Zuko, please, my love, listen to me. Everything I've done, I've done to protect you. She pulls the barely conscious Zuko into a hug. Ursa: Remember this, Zuko. No matter how things may seem to change, never forget who you are.

and this scene:

Gow: Who ... who are you? Zuko:My name is Zuko. Son of Ursa and Fire Lord Ozai. Prince of the Fire Nation, and heir to the throne. Old man: Liar! I heard of you! You're not a prince, you're an outcast! His own father burned and disowned him!

Zuko took Ursa's advice to never give up and never forget who he was to heart, and as a result even though he's been burned, banished, and declared a traitor, even though he objectively has no real chance of getting his status and Ozai's favor back at this point, Zuko is still trying to do that and refuses to let go of his long-lost position in the Fire Nation as crown prince. The smart thing to do would be to give up and move on, but Zuko refuses to do that.

We can also turn to what Zuko says to Aang in "The Siege of the North, II":

Zuko: I finally have you, but I can't get you home because of this blizzard. [Stands up and looks outside the cave.] There's always something. Not that you would understand. You're like my sister. Everything always came easy to her. She's a firebending prodigy, and everyone adores her. My father says she was born lucky. He says I was lucky to be born. I don't need luck, though. I don't want it. I've always had to struggle and fight and that's made me strong. It's made me who I am.

All of this brings me back to my main point. Ozai might have been the one who burned and banished Zuko, who abused him and declared him a traitor, who demanded that Zuko capture the Avatar, but Ursa is the one who taught Zuko the persistence that made him chase after legends for three years, that made him take reckless risk after reckless risk, that made him continue chasing the Avatar even after Ozai was having him hunted as a traitor across the Earth Kingdom.

The biggest problem in Zuko's life is that he refuses to let go of his dream of regaining Ozai's favor, that he refuses to accept that Ozai doesn't love and move on and find something better to center his life around, and from what we see Ursa played a huge role in this, because she taught Zuko to never give up trying fulfilling the expectations of Ozai and the court, no matter how many times he failed. Ursa wasn't intending ill, but her parenting had a huge negative effect on Zuko's life.

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Non-AO3 Ricstar Fics

okay so i've been scouring the corners of the internet for more rictor and shatterstar fanfic. most of these are ship fic, but some of them are just ric and/or star focused gen stuff.

starred means i really liked them

JBMcDragon's fics:

the Contact series*

Touching (1/3)

Touching Can't Hurt (2/3)

The Therapy Thing (3/3)

an incredible series dealing with ric's unnadressed trauma from the right.

Others

I'll Be There For You

pre-slash fic. just the boys hanging out :)

And The World Trembled

ric's days with the right. very angsty.

Gladiator

star and colossus team up in the arena.

Livejournal

Taking Care of Business

ric and star go see emma frost after cortex (very fluffy and silly).

To the Ends of the Earth*

mexico era. very nice and in character.

Go on and need me

star taking care of ric.

When you have nothing left to burn

mojoverse culture exploration.

Oh admiration in falling asleep*

first kiss. very sweet.

prompt meme

hulkling and rictor get stuck under some rubble and chat.

When It Matters

ric thinking about his relationship with star.

Unto Others*

a fucking incredible look at rahne and ric rebuilding their friendship and rahne unlearning her homophobia.

Three in the Afternoon (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, epilogue)*

star goes to therapy after an argument with ric.

Show Off*

first time set after star "dies", very sweet and desperate.

Sur une route noire du désert

ric and star share a bed in mexico.

Never Let Me Go*

the bondage fic i never knew i needed.

A Hard Day for Dreaming

post-mexico break up.

Reunion*

pretty much exactly what it says. a nice little coda to their canon reunion.

Swords and Earthquakes

another mexico era fic.

better luck next time

ric character study.

I Used To Rule the World

ric missing his powers. xfi era.

Out of the Blue*

post-xforce issue 43 fic.

The Space Between

stakeout fic.

...And It Feels So Good (1, 2)*

hypothetical xfi-era reunion. very in-character.

Accidents Happen

stuck in a blizzard and huddling for warmth.

Our Wounds Still Tender*

sam and ric talk. really heart felt and bittersweet.

Royal Station 4/16*

pretty much the same as above, just a different scenario.

Provoked

ric's reaction to star telling him about windsong. very good ric voice.

Wound-Up Boy

another ric trauma character study.

Applied Knowledge

ric saves some people.

Red Leaves*

bittersweet post-mexico break up fic.

A Reunion, Witnessed*

another hypothetical reunion from domino's perspective.

On the Red Sox's winning the 2007 World Series*

fun little fluff piece. nice ric and terry friendship moment.

Astounding Adventures of Shatterstar and Rictor (1, 2, 2.5, 3)

fun 1950s reporter/vigilante au. got a golden age superman and lois lane feel.

Bridging the Gap (1, 2, 3, 4)

unfinished x-force era fic, but excellent star and ric voices.

Belly Button

cute little ficlet.

Tag. (You Are The One.)

ficlet that leans into star's more animalistic/warrior-like qualities.

Seven

cozy ficlet.

Fierce

neck massage and kissing!

The Manual*

star struggling with being "normal" ficlet.

Footsteps in the Desert*

ric gets injured and star takes care of him, mexico-era.

What Happened in Mexico*

bittersweet post-mexico break up fic, sequel to the above.

Days of the Week Series (Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday)

xfi reunion au. very sweet and realistic.

Earth-Shattering (1, 2, 3, 4)

very very au, but the characterizations are on point.

Cinnamon Kisses

very sweet fic where ric gets star churros.

Body Art*

a twist on the matching tattoo idea.

Fansite

most of these have been cross-posted to ao3, but there's a few that haven't.