#rp: leaving my past behind

[falesten-iw]

Nothing can truly show you the reality of what's happening in Gaza, not a picture, not a video, and not even words. The truth is far worse than anything an image can capture. Families are not just enduring genocide, they’re being erased. Their history, their homes, their existence, wiped away like they were never there.

What’s left behind? Bits and pieces. Fragments. A scrap of fabric here, a shattered memory there. People are still trapped beneath the rubble. Some are alive, their voices weak but desperate, pleading for help that will never come. There’s no rescue equipment. No teams to save them. And anyone brave enough to try is met with drones, striking down anyone who gets close.

Those who’ve managed to survive aren’t just hungry, they’re freezing. Imagine huddling in a makeshift tent, shaking not just from fear but from the biting cold that seeps into your bones. The wind tears through everything, ripping apart whatever tiny bit of warmth you’ve managed to cling to. Inside the tent, there’s no comfort. Only the sound of bodies rustling as they try to stay warm, muffled cries of grief, and the haunting sound of people buried beneath the rubble, their faint cries for help echoing in the dark.

The cold doesn’t care. It doesn’t spare anyone—not children, not parents, not the elderly. It sinks into everyone, leaving them numb, both physically and emotionally. Hunger takes what little strength they have left, and the cold takes their hope. This isn’t some tragic story from the past—it’s happening right now. These are my people. This is my family.

A single line can hold the weight of an entire story, and a single choice can save a life. What if you skipped that extra coffee, brush pack, or subscription and put that money toward rescuing lives in Gaza ? One small sacrifice from you could provide food, warmth, or even survival to my family who’ve lost everything.

You might wonder, “Does it really matter? Can I make a difference?” The answer is yes. Every dollar you give is a line of hope, a stand against the darkness. Don’t let this story fade. Don’t let Gaza disappear into silence.

Please help us and donate now if you can, and reblog this post to spread our story.

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[lucasandlily]

Rui x Reader who is really affectionate, but can't touch him because of The Curse.

A/N: I'm alive!! Rui my beautiful beautiful tragic boy. I've actually been having a lot of brainrot for this game, particularly an isekai AU that made me contemplate making RP blog (I love you guys btw. This is probably my first fandom where they're so active, I've been really well connected with this fandom somehow and it's so fun!!), so I figured I might as well be writing it down now. This is an idea I've had spinning in my head for a while, so it's VERY self-indulgent/insert, but enjoy!! AO3 link here

Rui's POV. Second-person pronoun "You" is used. Angst! But also fluff!! (825 words)

You’ve always been an affectionate little thing. It’s something Rui finds adorable about you, staying optimistic despite all that looms over you, not letting any of the ghouls he KNOWS can be more than a little much sometimes destroy your positive attitude. It’s as if you decided to be the light in a place that literally has dark in its name, and he lov admires you for that.

He can’t help but feel the bitter green of envy though, when he watches you ruffle Lyca’s hair after he whines at you for treating him like a dog. 

He pointedly turns away from the look Ed gives him over your head when you relax into his chest after he leans over your shoulder.  

He just laughs along at your drunken antics when you nuzzle into Haru’s hand, somehow even more touchy when your cheeks are flushed with alcohol. 

He tries not to remember the flash of hurt, confusion, the first time he’d backed away from your hand when all you wanted to do was give him a pat for a job well done. He doesn’t know if it hurt more when your face morphed into regretful understanding, or when you apologised and told him you’d try not to do it again. 

Rui tells himself it’s for the better when he notices you’ve been avoiding him for the past week. He’d have done the same to you anyway, if he realised his feelings were starting to fester. He tries to not let it get to him when he hears you enter the Obscuary mansion, only to quickly patter up the stairs without stopping by the bar first, as you would have done previously. 

Maybe before, he would have made it a little competition to see who could mess up the other’s hair more. He’d watched you run your fingers through Lyca’s after you’d tousled it out of place, anyway. Maybe in another life, you’d gently hold his face as you showered him with kisses. He’d do the same to you anyway, if he wasn’t forced to keep his hands to himself. 

If he didn’t notice you hold your hand back every time you saw his mask slip. If he didn’t see your hand stop short before pulling it back to tell him he had a bit of hair out of place. 

It’s all just part of the cursed life, he tells himself. He should be getting used to it by now, he sighs as he walks down the hall over to his room. 

Behind him, he hears the jingle of the bell you like to wear on your keychain. He turns at the sound of your quick steps approaching. 

“Rui! Ruiruiruiii!!” You call.

“Ah, there you are! Haha, I’m not going anywhere you know~ though I guess I don’t mind being chased?” He teases as you approach. 

You smile up at him brightly, “I have something to show you!” You tell him, he notices now that you have a hand behind your back. 

“Hm? Aw, did you get me a gift? And here I was thinking you were hiding from me!” He regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth. Your smile falters a bit as you blink at his confession. 

But before he can backtrack with a “Just kidding!” your smile lightens again, eyes filling with some sort of resolve as you pull out… a glove on a stick? in your other hand.

He doesn’t pull away when he feels the simulation of a hand on his head. He can’t, when you look into his eyes with such unmistakable fondness. The awkward, stilted movements as you try to run the imitation hand through his hair communicates how long you’ve wanted to do this, and the tears that well up in his eyes betray how much he’s needed it. 

He feels the cloth soak up the tears when you move the glove down to hold his face. It feels soft under his skin, and he can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

“How long did it take you to make this?” He asks as you let him lace his fingers with your hand extension. He squeezes the plush hand, feeling the soft give before it reaches the stick inside, inspecting where the glove and stick are attached. 

“Um! A week? It took a bit of experimenting to get it to stay on… And they don’t really sell gloves on campus either.” 

Your eyes crinkle when you look at him, the corners of your lips pull up triumphantly when he lets go of the hand to let you pat his head again. 

“You deserve at least this much,” you tell him. “I know it’s not really the same or anything, but I don’t wanna leave you out, y’know?” 

“It was worth it though, if it made you happy.” You look into his eyes as you say this, and he can’t help but believe you.

Reblogs and Comments are appreciated! I love you (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

[sammy8d257]

Saved Messages - AvA Sticktober 2024 Day 17

Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate: A Melted Marshmallows Side Story

Word Count: 2123

CW: Angst & Hurt No Comfort, Swearing, Parental Sickness (Purple's Mom), Character Death (Purple's Mom), Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Summary:

You have 17 saved messages To listen to your messages, press 1 To send a message, press 2 To change your personal options, press 4 To disconnect, press * - [1]

[AvA STICKTOBER 2024 LIST]

[Ao3 ver.]

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(LMAO- FINALLY POSTING THIS 2 WEEKS PAST THE END OF STICKTOBER, in my defense, I got busy and my attention was captivated by minecraft smp RP, RIP o7

I will preface this with a warning, this ficlet can get a little intense with the angst so take note of the CWs and take care of yourself! 💜)

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You have 17 saved messages

To listen to your messages, press 1

To send a message, press 2

To change your personal options, press 4

To disconnect, press *

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[1]

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First Saved Message

Sent: March 2004

From: My Flower 🌸

"Hi baby! Hee-hee, I know you're just across the room but a certain someone is veeeeery excited about the new phones and wants to leave a very special message to test out the voicemail system."

[sounds of rustling]

"… okay now make sure to hold the phone like this- And speak clearly into here-"

"Hi papa! I have a super duper secret message to tell yah!"

[a pause before sounds of running feet across the floor]

"Wah-?! Purple my phon-"

 [a door slam]

"Mama hid the cookies on the top shelf!And I love you so much!! You're the best papa in the world!!"

[the sounds of shuffling and the door opening]

"There you are my little sprout. May I have my phone back please?"

[giggling]

"Thank you Purple. How about we go see if your papa gets your message. And yes Blue, I can still see you laughing even if you hide behind the door frame. So here's my message! I love you my dear."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Second Saved Message

Sent: March 2004

From: My Flower 🌸

"Hello my love, do you think you could do me a huge favor and pick Purple up from school today? The ladies at the boutique are running a lot later than expected and I'm afraid I'll be holed up here for another hour."

[a muffled greeting can be heard]

"Oh hello Jewel, it's always a pleasure to see you today! If you give me one moment, I'm just finishing up a message for my husband!"

[a muffled affirmation]

"Thank you darling, I'll be with you in one moment!

Ah, duty calls! I have to go but oh! Before I forget, remind me to have our discussion later tonight. You know I'm not as knowledgeable when it comes to the whole stick figure fighting scene and if you're so keen on Purple to learning, I'd like to get more details."

[the sound of a doorbell alert rings]

"Oh hello! Welcome!

… I have to go, I love you Blue, see you and our little sprout at home!"

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Third Saved Message

Sent: August 2011

From: Orchid

"..."

[a sigh]

"Listen, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to talk to right now but whether you want to talk to me or our lawyers, we still need to discuss this."

"My lawyer stated that there are two routes we can take for this. Either we get fully divorced or we can do a legal separation. It is at the behest of my lawyer that we come to a decision soon and I'm inclined to agree."

"..." 

"If you don't want to talk to me, then fine. Get your lawyer to talk to mine. I just… I just don't want to drag this out any longer than it needs to be."

[another sigh]

[mumbled] "... shit I need to check on Purple again…"

"Goodbye Blue."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Fourth Saved Message

Sent: June 2013

From: Orchid

"... Hi Papa. It's been a bit. 

I uh, mama let me have her phone to play the tetris game and I clicked on the wrong thing, by accident! But it was the place with all the names and numbers and I found your name and it's been so long and I thought…

I turn 14 in a month. I think maybe, if you want, you could com-"

"Purple? Little sprout who are you talking to?"

"No one mama! I was-"

"May I have my phone back?"

"Yeah hold on let me just-"

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Fifth Saved Message

Sent: June 2013

From: Orchid

"Don't talk to Purple." 

"Do you hear me? Don't you ever talk to them again." 

"We don't need you."

"I'm giving Purple a phone for their birthday and when I do, I will text you their number."

"Block them."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Sixth Saved Message

Sent: July 2013

From: [BLOCKED NUMBER]

"Hi Papa! It's Purple. Mama gave me a phone for my birthday."

"I got your number from Mama's phone so now we can talk again! Ah, or you know, whenever you have time."

"..."

"Mama got mad at me for calling you last month. She's still upset about you and I-"

"..."

"I don't know how I feel. It's my fault. I should have been better. I know I messed up. I just…"

"Uh! Eh, I apologize. I shouldn't worry you with that stuff. I hope you're doing well! I tried texting you but the message said it didn't deliver? I'll have to ask Mama if I messed something up again."

"But I'll call you again soon! Or maybe text? Uh, we'll see!"

"Umm… bye!"

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Seventh Saved Message

Sent: May 2015

From: [BLOCKED NUMBER]

"Pap-uh… I mean, uh… Dad. Sorry. I'm sorry. I-"

[Three deep breaths]

"I'm sorry for calling you. I know you don't want me to. No one ever does but I don't know who else to call and I just-"

[another breath cut off by a short distressed whine]

"Mama she's- fuck, sorry I'm sorry. Mama is, we're, we're at the hospital. She collapsed and and and-"

"I'm scared. Dad, Papa, I'm scared. I don't-"

[A grunt followed by a hiss of pain]

[muffled] "Get a hold of yourself!"

[A deep breath]

"The nurse said to call someone in case Mama needs to stay overnight and I know you don't like me but- !"

[the sound of door opening]

[muffled] "Are you Ms. Orchid's child?"

"Yes, yes! Is she-?"

"Your mother is okay. The doctor is coming soon to look her over and she requested you to be present in the room for it."

"Okay okay, thank you, thank you. Let me just-"

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Eighth Saved Message

Sent: May 2015

From: Orchid

"Why did you call me?"

"No actually better question, how did you know I was in the hospital? I swear to Cursors Blue if you talked to Purple I am going to-"

[frustrated sigh]

"Look, it doesn't matter all right? I'm…"

"Well, it's nothing that concerns you anymore."

"If you really want to talk, call me in 5 hours. Purple will be in bed by then."

"Goodbye."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Ninth Saved Message

Sent: February 2017

From: Purple

"Hello sir."

"I apologize, I probably caught you at a bad time but before you close this message completely, please hear me out."

[a pause and a sharp intake]

"I need you to increase the amount of alimony you send per month. Not by a lot! I got a part time job recently so that should help a lot with the problem but I'm still concerned."

"..."

"Mama she… Orchid's treatments aren't working. Well they're not making things worse but she's not getting better either. We've been fine up until now with paying for medical stuff but there's a new treatment that I want her to try but it's a little more expensive. I just worry…"

"All I'm asking is at max an additional 5% of what you're already paying monthly. And I know how much that is because I do the taxes now."

"... Please. I just want her to be okay."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Tenth Saved Message

Sent: February 2017

From: The Man 🕶️

"Hey hey hey, Big Shot! Wasn't expecting a call from Mr. 'Killer Cobalt' himself on my day off. Sorry I missed yah the first time, you know how busy a man can get."

"But regardless! I listened to your message and I'll see what we can do about getting you that increase in pay. Gotta talk with the bigwigs. In the meantime, if you really are in need of more dough, your best bet is to find some additional gigs to fight at. I might be able to sign you up for a tournament if you want?"

"Eh, we'll hash out the details later, preferably tomorrow. You know what they say, 'All work and no play makes Granite a very dull boy'.

Heheh, alright catch you later Blue."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Eleventh Saved Message

Sent: March 2017

From: Purple

"Thank you."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Twelfth Saved Message

Sent: March 2018

From: Orchid

[a muffled steady beeping]

"..."

"You know, despite it being months, no years of this happening to me, I still can't believe this is it."

[a shaky chuckle]

"I was hoping for you to be in the middle of a match to call you just so I didn't have to have this conversation in person. But now that I'm here, I wish I could hear your voice again."

"I wish I could hear you say you love me again… It's pathetic…"

[a wet laugh]

"Heartbreak. That's what I was diagnosed with. Heartbreak that developed into an actual heart condition because of my animation origins. Can you fucking believe that? All of this because I came from a drama animation."

"I don't know why I never told you… That's a lie, I know why. My pride. My pride didn't let me. I didn't want to believe you leaving had any effect on me. I didn't want to believe anything was wrong. I wanted to believe without you, everything could just go back to normal."

[a sob bit back with a laugh]

"Instead, I messed everything up. We failed them. I failed them. I failed Purple. I kept it all hidden until it was too late. What parent has their child to look after them like this? They just turned 18 a few months ago. They're still so young. And now I'm never going to see them grow-"

[sobbing]

"It's not fair. To any of us. I wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish you weren't such an asshole. I wish you didn't leave. I wish we never met. I wish I didn't still…"

"..."

"Goodbye Blue. I wish I didn't miss you."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Thirteenth Saved Message

Sent: April 2018

From: Purple

[sobbing]

"FUCK FUCK- BLUE- DAD- PAPA PLEASE"

"SHE'S DYING! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

I KNOW YOU HATE ME! I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE!

SHE'S DYING

IF YOU CARED ABOUT HER, IF YOU EVER CARED AT ALL, YOU'D BE HERE-

YOU CAN HELP HER

I CAN'T- SHE'S-

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

I DON'T WANT HER TO DIE

MAMA-

[sobbing and a thump]

Mama… 

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Fourteenth Saved Message

Sent: April 2018

From: Purple

"Fuck you. FUCK YOU"

"I hope you rot in hell. I hope there isn't a day where you don't regret your fucking actions and I hope you suffer for it."

"I hate you. I hate that you did this. I hate that you aren't here. I hate that I wasn't enough. I hate this. I hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU-"

[sounds of sobbing, a frustrated scream and then loud crash]

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Fifteenth Saved Message 

Sent: April 2018

From: 

"Thank you for calling Obelisk Funeral Services, I'm calling to confirm that full payment for the funeral of Orchid Grove has been handled by one, Blue "Killer Cobalt" Stick Figure, instead of the previously listed Purple Grove Stick Figure. All parties will be informed once the transaction goes through. A list of details will be emailed to all acting parties. If you have any questions, please call the call back number at the end of this message.

Obelisk Funeral Services appreciates your time, thank you."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Sixteenth Saved Message

Sent: April 2018

From: The Man 🕶️

"Hey Big Man, I got your message."

"Yeah, I get it yah know. A death in the family is always rough. Don't worry about nothin'. Take as many days off as you need."

"Heh, Cursors know it's been a minute for you."

"Just keep me updated on a time frame and we'll be right as rain."

"Take it easy buddy."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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Seventeenth Saved Message

Sent: May 2018

From: Purple

"..."

"Thank you for paying for the funeral. I didn't see you there but…"

"I saw the flowers you put on her grave. They're lovely."

"..."

"I've made a decision. I'm leaving. The house and its belongings are yours to do as you want. Store it or sell it. It doesn't matter."

"I'm going to a place where you won't be able to find me. Do not try. I do not want to be found."

"..."

"If you care… just know I will be safe."

"Goodbye Blue."

[END OF MESSAGE]

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End of Messages;

To listen to your messages, press 1

To send a message press 2

To change your personal options press 4

To disconnect press *

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[1]

[escapedaudios]

Fun fact! My second ever series was slated to be a fantasy series, but I absolutely shit canned the whole thing. I'll never, ever produce it so I'm gonna yap about it here. It was an adaptation of a Dungeons and Dragons campaign I wrote and DMed back in 2020 called Cobañera.

The story began with the listener attacking the main speaker (Thorne) with powerful magic. As he struggles against her spells, he tells her to try and remember their journey, that she doesn't really want to kill him. The story flashes back to one year prior, where they first met.

In a world where magic once thrived but is now heavily repressed after a prophecy fortelling the progress of magic would cause a world-ending war, two young and hungry directionless youths meet. They take on an odd job to transport a sealed crate containing a decommissioned and illegal magical artifact to be fully disposed of. On their journey, however, they are attacked by a member of a radical rebellion group (Plague Covenant) determined to restore magic to the world to it's former glory by forcefully infecting people with a plague that imbues them with dangerous and unstable wild magic.

They try to flee, but can't outrun their attackers. The listener tries to save Thorne from the Plague Covenant, and to her surprise, manages to do so using magic. The Plague Covenant yields when they see she is gifted with magic and leave them alone, with both the Listener and Thorne absolutely in shock that she could cast spells.

They become fearful that if someone learned of her magic, they would believe she was infected with the plague. They seek the help of the few who still understand magic, and find themselves entangled between three warring factions, all with different interpretations of the prophecy.

Anyway I got writer's block before I could write the middle of the story. The big plot twist towards the turning point of the plot was that the prophecy never showed their world's future, but rather the past of a long-dead world from a parallel timeline where the magic equivalent of nuclear armageddon took place. The bigger plot twist was that a few hundred powerful individuals from the old timeline escaped to their world before being annihilated. The records of their past were shown to the people of the main story's timeline as a "prophecy" to ensure that the only weapon powerful enough to stop them (the magical doomsday device from the other timeline) would never be built.

The bigger BIGGER plot twist was that the listener originated in the other timeline, AND her parents were the leaders of the super secret super evil final boss faction, ANDDDDD they had been engineering her entire life behind the scenes to make her into a powerful magical prodigy ANNNNNDDDD they brainwash her into becoming their leader and like AAAAAAUUUUGGGHH SRTFFHJG.

Anyway, my cat destroyed my laptop and I had to take a hiatus and work on a smaller, shittier backup laptop that could barely edit sound. I got writer's block and started writing another series instead called San Sequestro 1987, which later became The Neon Barbarian.

Anyway, I never came back to Cobañera. Why? I was struggling to convert a (thirty game long, four-player character) Dungeons and Dragons campaign into an eight episode game. Also, things that work for a tabletop RPG story just don't always work well as an audio roleplay story. There were like a million bazillion plot twists and the abundance of factions that made the story more interesting in the tabletop game made the story worse in the audio RP by just absolutely bogging everything down and making everything messy and convoluted.

I ended up just hating the whole thing. I hated the chosen one plot point, I hated that the plot hinged on the introduction of a bullshit multiverse plot device, I hated the fact that the final villains were randomly the listener's parents. I hated the countless tropes I peppered into the script that are forgivable in an interactive medium like a Dungeons and Dragons game but absolutely dull clichés in a scripted story.

Also my character had a funky fantasy British accent but I hated every rehearsal take I did with that accent. The listener's nickname was, I kid you not, "Cheeky". Around the time my fat idiot cat sent my computer to the shadow realm, I discovered a much more popular VA who's audience seemed to heavily overlap with mine named Scythe Audio. His flagship series featured a similarly impertinant speaker with an English accent and a Listener nicknamed Cheeky and I just stared at the YouTube video thinking "you're fucking kidding me lmao hahaha what the FUCK".

I think that was the last straw for me and I just abandoned the project entirely. A million zillion rewrites and then I found this uncanny similarity to this other VA and I just decided the rewrites weren't worth it for this fuckass story. I ended up becoming friends with Scythe after discovering him through that though lmao so silver lining.

[lookinghalfacorpse]

Thinking about parallels and repeats again.... ← 🖋️

me too

/dsmp /rp

It's hard to dig graves in frozen ground.

Most of the dogs who died under Technoblade and Philza's care were buried somewhere in the forest that surrounded their home. It was a forest She created, after all, so it felt right to give both body and soul back to Her. Whether they died in battle, in birth, or in old age, they lay beside each other in the frozen, arctic ground.

Technoblade was steeping his tea when he noticed that Dream was standing by the graves, near a freshly unearthed patch of dirt.

That morning, they had to bury one of their senior dogs. An older female, small in comparison to her peers, but quick and powerful in her youth. Each night, she slept at the fireplace and let the warmth settle the ache in her hips. That morning, she didn't wake. Philza found her body in the early hours of the day-- the crows had laid a few gifts on her back. Pinecones, leaves, and bits of metal. Technoblade dug the grave later, fighting past layers of ice and snow. Dream was quiet.

Leaving his tea on the counter, Technoblade went outside to join him. He walked behind him, wordlessly, and paused.

"Why do dogs die so... so quick?" Dream asked. His voice was strong and clear. He wasn't crying.

"Well, to Moxie's credit," Techno replied, "she lived about 10 years. Give or take a few months. That's pretty long for a wardog."

"No, that's-- I'm--" Frustrated, Dream spun to face him before taking a deep breath and casting his eyes towards the grave again. "I'm 23," he said, "10 years isn't long."

Technoblade was 50 when he escaped the ring, and he didn't heal until he was 70. He spent 20 long years sobbing into Philza's neck and re-training his exhausted muscles. Re-training his instincts. Re-training his mind. Now, Dream stood before him with bandages stretched across all four limbs, and Techno worried that he wouldn't have time to heal from this.

"23 years isn't long, either," Techno said. "Or 40, frankly. Or 100. You should try askin' Philza what qualifies as 'a long time,' an' he'll give you some stupid number like 5000." He stepped forward. "10 years was a long time for Moxie. She was hurtin'."

Dream nodded, his lips quaking.

"And 1 year was a long time for you," Techno added.

Dream crossed his arms across his torso, fighting the cold. He was much thinner than he used to be. "True," he admitted.

"And ten minutes is a long time for my tea to still be steepin'. Let's get inside."

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck Beyond Canon Upd8 for September 29, 2024

This is honestly a great time for an upd8.

I'm not doing so hot right now. Both my migraines and my fatigue have decided to start kicking my ass even harder. And I'm a little frustrated with that, since I've been trying to participate in the Path of Exile Runic Strife Gauntlet. But that's going to be hard if my body is going to be fighting me. I'm not making very good time as is, and I can't afford to lose a character due to lack of focus.

At times like this, Homestuck is often a comfortable blanket I'll wrap myself in. This comic has gotten me through hard times in the past, especially with amazing wealth of talent and compassion that's in the community. Even now, with probably a pretty hard chapter coming, I'm very much looking forward to it. I'm hoping we can get some more catharsis for Vriska's arc, and maybe finally give her another much needed breakthrough.

Here we are. Finally behind the 8 ball.

Hah! Also, apparently this is just "Later" so we don't have a definitive time frame. At least that probably means another year hasn't gone by.

That . . . that is a much more upbeat Serket than I was expecting. Hopefully she's not playing strong after her encounter with Scratch. She really does need to take some time to process that and move past it.

Nice boss pick there, in more ways than one.

Okay good! Looks like she did take some time reflect and recover. I'm hoping she actually spent some time addressing things though. Would have been nice to see some of that, but Homestuck has a habit of leaving some things to the imagination.

Looks like some opening up might have happened there. That's good! That means progress has definitely taken place!

Fefeta! Chewing everyone's ear off as usual! It's actually a cute contrast to Davepeta going on one of their usual tangents.

Vriska's never been shy about getting in on the RP action. Much less menacing than a Mindfang RP, but also still very much Vriska.

Hah! Vriska's trying to wrap her head around the sprite shenanigans.

Fefeta! No!!!

Nope. Not gonna explain anything.

No glomping without consent!

Consent and glomp achieved!

Looks like they're literally calling them hells. Also awesome art.

I'm still going with (Vriska), but that leaves the opportunity for Terezi to show up too, just as Aradia showed up with Tavros.

Kinda reminds me of the faint image of the stage at the center of the black hole.

Hey! I got one!

Wow! Really pushing the age difference here. This Vriska is still 6 after all.

It's one thing to apologize. But this is still a valid Vriska. Can you accept her.

And apparently she can't do it.

Wow! She really just peace'd the fuck out!

And that's it for the chapter. Vriska has hit another wall. Despite the fact she knows she should, she can't accept the part of her she views as having given up - as choosing happiness over the mission. She's probably telling herself that this version of her left everyone behind when they still needed her, and she can't accept that. But the simple fact is that version of her is still a valid her. It's still a path she took. We don't see any other versions of Vriska in the bubbles, because but for one well placed punch this was Vriska's fate. Sally "thewertsearch" just got to Vriska's death in her liveblog. Scratch makes it clear that Vriska always chose to fix the coin, always chose to go fight jack, and Terezi always stabs her in the back because she knows what the consequences will be. It's a constant across all timelines. And that Vriska always fights to stay relevant until everyone but Meenah leaves her. And then she chooses happiness instead.

And apparently, Vriska just can't deal with that.

[bardic-tales]

Spread Kindness Celebration: Day 1: Choices Fandom Shoutout Day

This event is hosted by @choicesfandomappreciation. When I signed up for this I didn't realize it was for a game fandom, but I still want to participate, since most of my mutuals know I am huge on spreading positivity.

Today, we are suppose to give shoutouts to readers, supporters, event hosts, and creators. With that in mind, I thought of one mutual / friend who has been there for me since I have started this writeblr: @littleshopofchaos. I look forward to seeing your RP and your diamond paintings, etc, on my dash.

With that in mind, I remembered what you said about wanting to RP with me. While I don't RP -- which I may change in the coming year -- I did write a little fan fiction between Bianca and Cain. I hope I didn't get Cain too out of character. I did try to incorporate what you said about him in this post.

Acquaintance / Friendship: Cain (Chaos) & Bianca Moore (Harbinger of the End)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 704

Fandom: Original World

Content Warning: betrayal, cosmic themes, emotional trauma, existential themes, isolation, moral conflict, philosophical discussions, self-doubt, self-sacrifice, unresolved emotional wounds.

Summary: Bianca and Cain discuss their diverging paths and philosophies on destruction, redemption, and purpose.

The stars spun in slow, rhythmic circles above Bianca and Cain. Their light fractured across the swirling nebulae and distant galaxies of the worlds beyond the Ethereal Nexus. They stood on the edge of existence, an unsteady platform towering above the forgotten town below. The platform cast long shadows against the cosmos.

Cain looked up at the vast, undulating sky. His tone was soft as he glanced at Bianca. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This is everything that’s worth protecting, Bianca.”

Bianca crossed her arms. Her gaze never wavered from the stars. The universe, so easily manipulated, was so fragile beneath the weight of her ambitions and power.”

“It is beautiful.” Her gaze still watching the path of a planet float by in the sky above. “But beauty and weakness often go hand-in-hand. For too long, I’ve been bound by my past, my wounds, and my mother's self-imposed duty to safeguard a creation that has betrayed me over and over. This kilonova — it’s a way to bring new purpose. To end the cycle of suffering that has followed our kind like a shadow.”

Cain looked at her carefully, as though searching for the woman he had known briefly on Earth: the woman beneath the ambition. “I used to think the same way. Chaos was my path. It shaped me. I lost the people I loved, leaving only emptiness behind. I thought destruction would fill it.”

“You believe the answer is redemption, don’t you, Cain? You think I should seek the goodness that was denied to us both and that you are trying to find in others?”

“Yes, because I found that path. I had the opportunity to change, to become something more than a weapon of chaos and ruin. People like Darcy. They taught me that creation can rise from the ashes of destruction, not through obliteration, but through choice.

“All this — life and beauty — it’s fragile, yes, but that makes it precious.” He gestured around them, as the galaxies above their heads spun lazily in the ether. “If you destroy this, Bianca, it’s gone forever. My brother, Darcy, and everyone. Gone.”

“My path is not yours, Cain.” She whispered, her voice quiet, but there was no bitterness in it. There was just resignation. Her black wings relaxed against her back and cascaded down like a dark feathery cloak. “I have no place in a world built on false promises and broken oaths. I’m no guardian of the light. My role in the grand scheme of things is to change the omniverse through destruction. Only then can it be cleansed, so that something better might be reborn.”

“And if that something better never comes? Bianca, you have a heart. A wounded heart, yes, but it’s still there underneath the scars. I wasn’t too far gone. You aren’t either.”

“Maybe you’re right. But I’ve walked in shadow for a millennium now, as an abomination that shouldn’t exist. I don’t even know if I would recognize the light even if touched me.” Her gaze shifted back to the stars. “I want to believe what you are saying. Maybe, somewhere inside of me, I even envy you for it. But my fate was determined long before Creation. For me, there is no other choice.”

The shadow of sadness, a fleeting flicker of understanding, momentarily crossed Cain’s face. He nodded. “Maybe one day, you’ll see things differently. I hope you do, Bianca.”

“I appreciate your words, Cain. Truly. And I wish you well on your path of redemption. I hope it brings you the peace you deserve.”

He gently touched her shoulder. “If you ever find yourself wanting more, reach out. There are people who care about you and welcome you with open arms.”

With a final look back, he raised his hand and opened a swirling portal back to Earth. His outline shimmered against the starlight, as if he was a figure caught between realms.

“Take care, Cain.” The light of the portal flickered and died, and Bianca felt the familiar chill of solitude as Cain disappeared, leaving her alone once more. She gazed up into the spinning stars and galaxies of the Ethereal Nexus: an agent of chaos and a keeper of her own destiny wherever it should lead.

[of-solitude-past-and-present]

Hidden in the Sands (Yandere!Naga!Kunikuzushi)

Warnings: Character Death (not reader, not kuni), Some Gore (description of a corpse), Injury (of reader), Monster AU, implied semi-cannibalism (he isn't human but close enough), some blood (mostly not reader's, a little is kuni's), biting, venom, graphic description of venom effects (used on reader non-lethally), kuni-typical insults, venom effects are made up, kuni tries to kill you (at first but doesn't follow through), reader has a semi-near-death experience, threats, kidnapping, imprisonment, nonconsensual touching (SFW ofc), general yandere themes, kunibaby is Not Nice but it's okay because he's hot, reader goes through the wringer... if you prefer soft yandere, this is probably not for you. loosely based on a rp I did with a friend.

Sorry I lied about the rook and sebek HCs. I have Sebek's pretty much done I think, but Rook remains an enigma. Might post them separately, idk.

Kuni's appearance is inspired by the desert horned viper. If the formatting seems a little weird at any point, it's because tumblr messed it up when I copy/pasted it here. Might fix it later.

6.5k words or so.

The Desert of Hadramaveth.

You haven't been here before. You thought the rest of the desert was bad, between the heat which was "enough to melt a mist flower but not really" (paraphrased from a certain fox friend) and the unforgiving terrain.

This was worse, with its near-constant sandstorms. This was the second one today, and you had only just left the Tanit camp. In other areas of the desert, you were begging for a reprieve from the sun, but here, you were almost begging for it back if it meant you didn't have to worry about getting sand in your eyes and throat. It was almost, almost enough to make you consider turning around and dropping the commission.

"Do you want to hear a dry joke?"

If it weren't for your friend here, you probably would. Unfortunately, you can't turn back now that you've gotten his hopes up. The most you can do is slump your shoulders and sigh, suffocating under the endless heat, what little you could see of the sun, and what you knew was coming next.

"Sure, I'll bite."

A large, beaming grin spread across Sanad's face, and you braced yourself.

"A desert."

"That's terrible."

"Oh, come on! It's funny and you know it!"

"Does that even count as a proper j-"

You paused, looking up at the sky. In the distance, you could see a large, beige cloud. Again?

"We need to find shelter. There's a sandstorm coming."

"Well, looks like we're in luck. Where isn't shelter?" he responded.

It was true. You and Sanad were somewhere just north of the Tanit Camps, near Wadi Al-Majuj. Ahead of the both of you was the entrance to a deep canyon, lined with ancient ruins. According to the map, it was called Pairidaeza Canyon. Behind you, there was another entrance to a different canyon, and according to your map, if you went back a ways and to the right, there'd be a third one.

"Come on, let's go! I need to look through these for my thesis!" He rushed, running ahead of you.

"Careful!" you called out. "There might be bandits down there."

He immediately slowed to a stop, sheepishly turning around to move back to his place next to you.

"On second thought, take your time. Just make sure there's nobody else in there."

You chuckle, already starting a reasonable pace down the steep slope into the canyon. "Thought so. Just a reminder, we're leaving immediately once the sandstorm ends, unless we find who or what we're looking for."

Right. What you were looking for. Recently, small groups of travelers and even large caravans were being attacked. Most of the attacks occurred between the Tanit Camp and around the Passage of Ghouls. A few supplies were usually stolen, but that wasn't the worst part.

A few days later, the rotting corpse of one of the travelers or nomads would be found, half-eaten and with a twin set of puncture marks in their throat. Any useful supplies would be missing, but oddly enough, the mora was almost never taken.

Normally, you'd assume that maybe it was just a deranged serial killer, and either the bodies were eaten by wild animals or the culprit was worse than you thought. But it was strange. What serial killer had fangs like that? And if it was a wild animal, what use would they have for supplies like bedrolls and first aid kits?

The survivors usually all said the same thing; they were caught out in the middle of a sandstorm, and all they heard was a scream or shout before one of their friends disappeared. When the body was found, some key survival supplies would be missing as well. When a caravan was attacked, some supplies (and occasionally people) would even be snatched right off the backs of the desert sumpter beasts.

Hence why you and your friend Sanad were out here to crack this strange case. Mostly you, though, since Sanad only wanted to take a gander at the desert ruins for some Akademiya thing. You'd probably have gone alone (or at least tried to, before you decided the mora wasn't worth it) but when he heard that you were going to this section of the desert, he insisted on coming for his thesis or something like that. He helped pay for the trip, and he was paying you personally, so you had no reason to refuse. He was your friend, and good company to boot, even if he was a little bit skittish.

"Well, that might be possible... but you said you didn't even know if the culprit was a person, didn't you?" he inquired, as the both of you passed the first of the ruins in the canyon.

You sighed. "Yeah, I told you all about that already."

A glimmer of excitement appeared in his eyes. "Well, I've been thinking since then, and I remembered this old desert legend! Have you heard of nagas?"

"Nagas?" you parroted.

"Yes, nagas!" He nodded his head. "They're an ancient race of ferocious half-human half-snake people that supposedly existed during the reign of King Deshret. Apparently they were equal parts revered and feared, as wise and strong beings."

You raised a somewhat skeptical brow. "I thought you didn't believe in legends?"

He laughed. "The Akademiya has declared them to be just baseless nonsense, so of course I don't think they actually exist. I just think it's very interesting, and it technically matches what we know..." He trails off, looking around in awe.

"If you want to look around, you can. Tell me if you see or hear anything."

You didn't need to tell him twice. With a rushed "thanks!" and a wave, he was practically bouncing up what probably used to be a set of stairs to a higher level within the ruins, off to your left. In the meantime, you'll look around, see if you can find anything interesting.

You looked up and around, spinning on your heels. From what you've seen of the canyon so far, it's just a straight corridor with partially collapsed stone ruins on both sides, and a fallen wooden bridge that once connected them. You can see several ways to climb up higher and explore the ancient stone buildings, including the way up that Sanad went.

You and Sanad are pretty deep into the canyon at this point, and you have to crane your head just to see the top. As you do this, you notice just how many floors there are in the ruins. Some have crumbled so much they seem almost completely inaccessible. They're so high up, you can't see anything on them from your angle at the bottom.

There's just so many places to hide. The realization makes you tense up a little. Maybe you should have gone up with him.

It's so strange though. The complicated ruins, numerous hiding places, and the nearby water would make this place an ideal camping spot for bandits and thieves. But so far, you haven't seen hide or hair of anyone else. Not even an abandoned camp.

Until somewhere in the ruins, you hear an odd sound. It's hard to make out, and it sounds so much like the normal shifting sand that you almost brush it off as a natural sound in the canyon. But you hear stone crumbling and rocks falling, and you look up, seeing something move on the side of a ledge too far above you to check. It's close enough that some of the rocks hit the ground next to you. You squint, watching the ledge, waiting for whatever it was to move again, but the sound stops. The hair on your neck stands on end–from what, you aren't sure. Sanad is even closer to the source of the sound than you are, but not far away at all. Just out of sight. Was it from him? Or someone watching him?

Or are they watching you?

You're not sure, and you'll check just in case. Sanad doesn't have anything to defend himself with except for a dagger. Without another thought, you surge up the stone steps, hand subconsciously finding its place on the pommel of your sword. When you get up there, you see him standing with a hand on his chin, studying some old glowing contraption you've never seen before.

"Did you hear that?" you ask, breathing just a little heavier than normal.

He turns to you somewhat incredulously, just as fine as ever. "Hear what? I haven't heard anything. Are you alright?"

You calm down a little bit, letting your hand fall from your sword. "I'm fine. I was just worried about you. Didn't you hear that noise? I saw something move up there." You look up at the ledge the rocks came from. You don't see any way to get up there that's safe.

The sand is starting to pour in harder through the massive gap in the canyon ceiling, and the wind is beginning to howl. You and Sanad are slowly being dusted in sand.

"You're a little on edge. Relax! A sandstorm is starting and the wind and sand probably just knocked a few rocks into the canyon or something. It happens all the time." He flashed you a reassuring smile, turning back to... whatever those were on the wall. They're shaped somewhat like bowls, and as sand pours into them, sand also pours out a hole in the side into another one of them. You're not the researcher here, so you ignore it.

You let go of some of the tension in your shoulders, letting out a held breath. "Alright, sorry for bothering you then. Just so you know, if the sandstorm gets any worse, we'll be moving deeper into the canyon to get out of the sand."

He turns back to you, somewhat pleading. "But can't I stay? I'm not the one looking for the guy, so you don't need me to come with you, right?"

You expected this, just as you expect that he'll be the one choosing to come with you after what you say next. "Yeah, you could, but if something happens I probably won't be able to hear it if I'm down there."

He freezes, grimacing a bit. "Alright, alright. Let me know when you move on."

As expected.

You chuckle at him with a lopsided smile, turning back to go down the ramp. He was probably right. It seemed like such a silly thing to panic over. Of course sand and rocks would shift and fall in the desert during a sandstorm. That's probably all you saw. You're glad you brought Sanad along and not some other stuck-up researcher who would have made fun of you for it.

When you reach the bottom again, you turn your attention to the ground. Aside from the sounds of the howling wind and pouring sand, you can hear water dripping as it coalesces into the wide but shallow puddle in front of you. That's not what interests you, though.

There's a long indentation in the sand, about as wide as you are, as if something had been dragged through. It extends further into the cave, where the ground becomes rockier and the track disappears.

You crouch down to inspect them further. Chances are, it's probably a large haul of supplies that was too big to properly carry. This place is the perfect hideout for thieves and bandits, so it would be worthwhile to investigate. If you're lucky, it might be the bandit you're looking for.

The canyon starts to darken, so much so that you now have trouble making out the edges of the track. Most of the sunlight that filtered in through the top has disappeared behind a haze. The sound of howling wind grows louder, and the hiss of pouring sand all around you is almost deafening. You've had quite enough of the sand raining on and around you, so you call out for Sanad to come back. It doesn't take him long to come rushing back down the way he came.

"We're heading deeper in to wait out the rest of it," you explain.

He sends a longing look back at where he had come from. "Alright... I see," he concedes, with a dejected slump of his shoulders.

You'll humor him. "Did you find anything interesting?"

He instantly brightens up, excited to talk about whatever he found. "Yes! It's this interesting mechanism that fills with sand. I read about it in a textbook once! It can be opened and closed, but I couldn't figure out how to. I've heard if you can fill them as they were intended to be, you can get treasure from them!"

You two begin moving deeper into the canyon, and you send him a teasing smile. "With the way you're talking, I'd almost think you're the adventurer here."

He shudders. "I could never. At least, not as a full time job. You encounter monsters all the time, don't you?"

"They're not so difficult to deal with, once you're used to seeing them."

"That is not at all reassuring!" He stops to let out a breath. "No, I just want the free mora. Trips like these are expensive."

You sigh. "Well, if you want to, we can at least take a crack at it together on the way out of here."

His eyes light up again. "That's wonderful! We can even split the rewards if we manage to solve it!"

"No more than an hour, though," you warn. "With all the sandstorms, we don't have the time to waste."

"Aww, fair enough." A moment of silence passes, and he turns back to you. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask you! Did you find anything interesting?"

You think back, and the only thing that comes to mind are the tracks.

"Well, a little bit behind us, I found these drag marks. Like someone had dragged a big bag or something, I couldn't tell what."

"Drag marks? Oh, so maybe it really is a naga after all."

You turn to him in exasperation. "Didn't you just say you didn't believe in them? Besides, why'd you even tell me about them if you don't think they exist?"

He laughs. "I'm kidding! I only told you mostly because I wanted to. But I have a more realistic theory too!"

"Really now?" You raised a skeptical brow.

He turns to you, faking a gasp in faux offense. "Why are you looking at me like that? Of course I do! I don't study at the Akademiya for nothing!"

You chuckle. "Oh, go on then. Don't keep me waiting."

"What if the culprit keeps a snake around? Think about it, at the price of a little food, they'd get an unlimited supply of p–Hey! Don't laugh at me! It's not as ridiculous as it sounds!"

Apparently you weren't as good at hiding your snickers as you thought. "No, no, I'm not laughing at you. I was just imagining it in my head. From what I heard, it would have to be a pretty big one based on the size of the puncture wounds and the distance between the fangs."

He crossed his arms, looking away. Guess he didn't quite believe you. "It's not THAT unbelievable, especially in comparison to the naga theory... Haven't you seen the street performers with the snakes in Port Ormos?"

You hold your hands out in a placating gesture. "Okay, okay, you're right, I'm sorry. But your theory doesn't explain everything–what about the half-eaten bodies part? And they almost never take mora either... besides, the street performers use nonvenomous snakes."

"I guess it would be risky, but in theory, venomous snakes can be trained too! Desert dwellers tend to be... fearless. Though..." He puts a hand to his chin in contemplation, looking down. "I'm not quite sure about that other part either. Though it's not as if cannibalism was ever off the table, there's always the chance it was just wild animals that found the body after. As for mora... maybe it's someone who never gets the chance to spend it anyway?"

"Like, a recluse or something?" you pipe up.

"Yeah, exactly! Someone who's completely self-sufficient, who doesn't need to deal with other people to survive. Makes enough sense. They probably get everything they need from the people they're attacking."

At this point, the both of you are up to your ankles in water. The canyon is fairly wide at the bottom and grows so much narrower towards the top that very little sand makes it through, so you take the liberty of brushing as much of it off of you as possible. The both of you pass the last of the stone ruins. Up ahead is just bare, mostly untouched canyon. It's damp enough to support an amount of greenery that seemed a little out of place in the desert. You can still hear the wind howl, but it's a bit quieter here.

You and Sanad pass an opening in the wall to your right, leading to a dead end with a fairly deep pool and what looked to be a crumbled stone bridge.

"Your theory is a little... out there, but some of it definitely makes a good deal of sense."

"It's an early hypothesis! We'll revise it as we find more evidence."

You roll your eyes a bit. "It's alright, I'm not judging you."

You look around again. There's plenty of dry places to stop and rest without worrying about sand, so this should be an adequate place to wait it out.

"Why don't we stop here?"

"Not yet!" Sanad points further into the cave, where it opens up some more, with a rock jutting out of the center of the room, surrounded on one side by a shallow stream of water. "I can see more ruins in there! You can stop there and I can keep looking around."

You sigh, for what felt like the hundredth time. As much as you wanted to rest, it wasn't far away at all. "Alright. But we're still going back to that mechanism immediately once the sandstorm is over."

"I know, I kn–"

From an entrance to another path to your right came a blur, barreling right at Sanad. You have barely enough time to shove him behind you and out of its way before it stops in front of you both, dark claws bared.

Now that you can get a look at it, you realize it's a scarred, shirtless man with a dark head of hair, sharp indigo eyes, and... two pale, straight horns? Looking down, he doesn't have a pair of legs, but a sand-colored snakelike tail with rough scales. Even without the rest of his tail, which was hidden behind him, he's quite literally twice your size.

A naga?

He sneers at your sword as you pull it from your sheath, showing off a long pair of fangs. "A little short, isn't it?" He hisses. "Good luck with that."

"Sanad, get back!" You cry, holding your sword out in front of you threateningly. The naga seemed more amused than anything, simply starting to circle. Watching.

While you backed up to keep the naga from getting between you and Sanad, he hurriedly ran far back the way the both of you came, staying just close enough to watch the both of you.

Without warning, the naga lunged forward, one claw-tipped hand reaching out to swipe at you. You swung your sword at his arm, but missed, just barely grazing his side. Still, it was enough to force him back. He brushed over the superficial wound with one hand, smearing what little blood came from it, taking a look.

You stand there, adrenaline pumping through your veins, unsure of what to do. His reach was almost as long as yours, even though you were the one with the sword. This has to be who you're looking for, but you're beginning to think that you should've brought more people.

When he looks back at you, that cruel sneer is still set in his face, but a glint of annoyance is now present in his eyes.

"Lucky hit. Don't count on it happening again."

He doesn't hesitate, rushing forward immediately. You swing again, but it's too early, and he barely has to slow down before he's coming at you again. He's so close now that he grabs your shoulder, claws digging in hard enough to draw blood, shoving you down. In a blind panic, you're forced to adjust your grip on your sword so that you can bring your arm back and stab into his tail.

Before you even realize what's happened, you're on the ground, wind knocked out of your lungs. The arm that had held your sword is pinned to the ground by one of his hands, the other still holding onto your shoulder. You wheeze pathetically while he leans down and slides his fangs into your throat.

Your sword had bounced off of his scales, barely even leaving a mark.

The first thing you feel in your throat is pain, followed by an overwhelming numbing sensation, only interrupted by pins and needles. He chuckles as you thrash around in his hold, your free hand trying to push him off. The sensation is spreading, from your shoulder down even to your fingertips. The only thing you can do is let out a pained groan.

The pressure, from anything, from his hands on you to your own as you push and hit him, hurts. Like everything that touches you only pushes those pins and needles deeper into your skin. It's this feeling that finally makes you go limp in his hold, giving in. It gives you the chance to look up, focus on anything but him, and see that Sanad has long since abandoned you. Lucky bastard.

You hope that he gets away, at least. Even as the half-snake thing on you pulls away to hold your face in one hand, forcing you to look at him.

"Seems your little friend didn't care for you as much as you cared for him. Don't worry. I'll do you a favor and make sure he gets what's coming to him." You manage to focus on his face, smeared with your blood and that same, ever-present sneer, but with something else behind it. Something vindictive.

You grit your teeth. It stung, even though you knew it was the only reasonable thing for Sanad to do.

It's petty, and it won't do you any favors, but you lift your arm and slap him across the face as hard as you can. The impact alone sends shocks of pain down your arm, but he barely even moves.

Instead, he laughs in your face, dark amusement flitting across his hauntingly beautiful features. "What was that? A love tap? After everything, I'm surprised you can even try." He leans in closer still, your noses almost touching.

"I'm sure you feel proud of yourself, don't you? Good job! I might just leave you for last, then."

Without another word, he dashes off to find Sanad, and all you can do is pray the snake isn't successful. After all, what's a pampered Akademiya researcher to do against a man-eating monster?

You try to stand, but a bone-deep exhaustion pulls at your limbs. You can only get halfway up before your vision starts to go dark and you collapse onto the ground in a graceless heap. The pressure still hurts, a strange buzzing sensation rising alongside the needles and numbness. All you can do to help it is curl onto your side, minimizing your contact with the ground.

You lay there for a while, drifting in and out of consciousness for who knows how long. The pain is fading slightly, but you're not sure if it only feels that way because you're getting used to it.

Maybe you're dying.

A chill goes down your spine at the thought, and you do your best to dismiss it. It isn't hard, not when your thoughts are interrupted by a terrified, blood-curdling scream cut too short to be natural.

It brings you back to your senses. You keep listening, but you can't hear any more noises over the constant sounds of the canyon. Dripping water, falling sand, and the howling wind.

If that was Sanad, then since you're already deep within the snake's den, it must be only a matter of time before he gets back...

You're pushing yourself back on your feet before you know it, another rush of adrenaline supporting you. To do what, you're not sure. If you couldn't win before, you certainly can't now. But you're already running as best you can to where you saw Sanad go, though it's more of a relatively fast half-stumble than anything else. Everything still hurts, and beneath the venom you can start to feel your muscles ache too, but if you focus on moving it isn't unbearable.

You forgot your sword. You'd turn back to get it, but even with the adrenaline your limbs feel like lead, and your sword arm is so weak you don't think you could do more than carry it anyway.

You've just reached the ruins again, and looking around at all the nooks and crannies gives you the idea to hide. As sluggish and unarmed as you are, you can't fight anyway. Maybe if you hide long enough, he'll go away. Sanad might still be alive, if you can make it to him.

You don't know how long you were laying there, but if you could hear Sanad, they couldn't have gotten far. That fact is a double-edged sword, you realize. It's been a while since you heard his scream, and if the naga was coming back then it wouldn't be long until you saw him. You don't have much time.

You stagger your way as fast as you can manage to your right. You don't see anywhere to hide down at the bottom, but there are plenty of places above. It's so much harder than walking on flat ground, but you force yourself up a wooden ramp onto a stone platform. There aren't a variety of places to hide here, either, but you don't have the energy to go up any higher.

You hear the water below you being disturbed, in a way too constant to be footsteps, and you quickly duck forward to avoid being seen. You don't dare look, instead opting to slowly move towards a large stone statue to your right, as quietly as possible. With one look back to make sure he hadn't come up to check, you hide behind the stone dais that the statue rested on.

You take a breather, listening for any more sounds. You can't hear the water being disturbed anymore, but the thought of moving alone is both terrifying and exhausting. If you wait too long and he finds you gone, he'll probably come back to look for you. On the other hand, if you leave too early and he hears you...

With this in mind, you rest a few minutes more. The wind is slowing down, and there's less sand in the air than there was when you and Sanad first came through, so the sandstorm has likely stopped. At least the naga won't have that going for him too, once you and Sanad leave.

You'd stay longer, but the anxiety eats at you. It's only a matter of time until the naga comes back, and you don't know what condition Sanad is in.

You get up on shaking legs, your body begging you to sit back down and rest more. You know better, so you force yourself forward, looking over the ledge to make sure he isn't nearby.

You stumble back down the wooden ramp, turning to continue down the path to the exit. You have to stick to the sides of the path, where the sand is highest, just to make sure nobody can hear the sounds of splashing water.

Sanad can't be too far off now. Maybe he'll be in the same state you are, and you both can return to the Tanit camp and get help. You still have your pack on you, but the only thing that might be useful soon is the small first aid kit and the knife.

You really hope you won't need the knife.

Just in case, you pull it out of your pack and put in in your pocket. You're out of the water now, but you've come to a steep hill. The only way out is up. You hope you can make it.

You grit your teeth, sweat dripping down the side of your face as you force yourself up the incline. Onward and upward, you think bitterly. The overused phrase "ad astra abyssosque" parroted endlessly by everyone else at the Adventurer's Guild comes to mind. You never thought you'd make it to the stars or abyss to begin with, but you didn't think your journey would end so soon, either.

Your muscles burn with exhaustion, and you think you can feel the numbness slowly spreading further into your legs. Still, you continue upwards, at a much slower pace, even as you almost collapse a few times.

You come up to a point where the hill flattens out for a short distance. You're panting from the exertion, and you almost breathe a sigh of relief until you see what's in front of you.

"Sanad!"

Before you know it, you've staggered forward to collapse at his side. He's lying face-down on the ground in a small pool of his own blood.

You turn him over, tears pricking at your eyes, praying his condition wasn't as bad as it seemed. His head lolled to the side, face pale and eyes empty, unmoving. The blood, on the ground and splattered all over the front of his Akademiya robes, still dripped from the massive tear in his neck. It looked like a set of claws had dug into his skin and tore off the front of his throat.

Your breath hitches, and you fall backwards, dropping his body. Tears well up in your eyes. Why hadn't he done the same to you? Why did he do so much worse to-

"So, so loyal. Like a dog running to protect its master. You're adorable, really, even if you're a little late."

You freeze, only turning your head to look over your shoulder at him. He's slowly approaching, a condescending smirk on his lips. Half-dried blood covers one of his hands.

"There's no need to mourn. He was pathetic. Did you know that he only cared enough to fight when it was his life on the line?" He looked distant for a moment, before looking at you with something almost soft in his eyes. It disappeared so fast, you'd almost think you had imagined it, the condescending smirk and mock pity sliding to cover his face once more. "You poor thing. You're better off without him. No need to thank me."

You blink away the tears, an idea coming to mind. You couldn't overpower or outrun him, so there's only one possible option for you. "You're a... you're a lying bastard! What else was he going to do?" You yelled at him, pushing yourself up on unsteady legs to face him, backing over your friend's body.

"Humans are untrustworthy," he croons, following after you. His eyes don't leave you even once. He's sizing you up, and with nothing more than a moment of contemplation, his smirk widens and a victorious glint appears in his narrowed eyes. "He was using you. Once you were no longer useful to him, he discarded you. It's pretty naive to think he left you with any other thought in mind."

You don't dignify that with a response, continuing to back up. One of your hands almost moves down to your pocket, where your knife is hidden, but you stop it before he sees.

Your heel hits the sharp incline behind you, where the hill keeps going, and you fall backwards and hit the ground. A derisive snort comes from the snake.

"I've decided what I'm going to do with you. It's much better than what I did to your friend, here. You should thank me, really." He towers over you, leaning down to your level, setting a hand down on the ground next to you. Your hand twitches for your knife.

He watches you for a moment, a quiet, breathy laugh leaving his lips at your frozen state. All you do is stare at him, shaking from the adrenaline. Finally, his other hand comes up to rest on the nape of your neck, pushing you closer to him. You can feel the sticky blood on his fingers.

His eyes glimmer with excitement, and he continues while your hand slowly drifts to your pocket. "You're just helpless. I think I'm going to keep you with me, like a little p-"

You thrust your knife at him, landing a hit on his side while he lurches away. Your blood runs cold. It should have been buried hilt-deep, but instead all you've done is leave a bleeding gash. It's not quite superficial, but it won't stop him, and you know you won't be able to land another.

His lips curl in a snarl as you scramble backwards up the hill. You turn, and start running, but adrenaline can only carry you so far. You feel almost like you're in a nightmare, fully conscious and trying to run but unable to move at any pace that could possibly save you.

It only takes a moment for a large hand to wrap around your ankle, dragging you underneath him. Your face hits the ground and your hands scrabble for purchase, but the dirt and sand only give way beneath your fingers. His other hand finds the wrist with the knife, squeezing tightly enough that you can feel the pain, even underneath the lingering numb, buzzing sensation. You can't feel your hand well enough to keep holding onto the knife. The pins and needles return, and tears prick at your eyes.

He knocks the knife far away from you and flips you over to look at him, dark eyes still burning with anger. "You're alive only because I let you live. Did you really think trying that was smart? Did you finally get it all out of your system, or do you want to try again?"

You try to speak, but the words get caught on the lump in your throat. A hand slams on the ground next to you, and you shrink in on yourself.

"Well?" A glimmer of satisfaction appeared in his eyes, even as his lip curled in a mixture of amusement and contempt. "I'm waiting."

It's all you can do to croak out a few apologies and look away, unable to stand his stare.

A deep chuckle resonates from his chest, and his other face grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him again. "Good enough," he croons. "Looks like it won't be so bad for you, then."

"What? What won't?" you whimper. His hand lets go of your face, drifting down to encircle your neck. Your hands instinctively wrap around his wrist, silently begging him not to squeeze.

That little mocking smile on his face widens. His hand tightens a little, and you panic for a second, but it doesn't go any further. Instead, his eyes grow distant, thinking.

They brighten up again, an idea coming to mind. He laughs quietly to himself, pulling his other hand off the ground and trailing it down your leg. "You can call me... Kunikuzushi. I think I know what I'm going to do with you now."

"Please don't hurt me," you plead, vision blurring with tears. He doesn't even look at you, instead watching his hand as he grabs your calf and pulls it up. "It's a little late for that," he hums, adjusting his grip to hold onto your ankle instead. His fingers are long enough to wrap fully around it and then some.

"I can't watch you all the time, and I need to buy myself enough time to get something to restrain you with... besides, you deserve this anyhow."

You were about to ask him what he meant by that, but with a distressing amount of ease, he twisted your ankle to the side hard enough that you could hear the pop. The pins and needles returned to that area full-force, the buzzing and numbing sensations right behind it. It didn't hurt that much, though. You could feel an ache beneath it all, but it didn't hurt as much as it should have. You were sure you could still walk on it.

Until you looked down, where it was still in his hand, twisted so far to the side that you weren't sure it would ever be the same again. It doesn't hurt that much, but your shoulders still shake and you still start to cry.

"There, there," he murmurs, dropping your ankle to stroke your hair. He leans down lower, a smile a little too sharp to be soft on his lips. "You'll be okay. I wouldn't get a pet if I couldn't take care of it."

You try to push him away. You know you need to do something about your ankle, but he only presses closer, resting more of his weight on you so thay you can't see it anymore. "It's a bit too late for that now, don't you think?" he whispers, leaning in to press his lips against yours, too eager and with too much teeth. You flail a bit, trying to push him off, but he only chuckles into the kiss, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. An arm wraps around your waist, pushing you closer.

It feels like an eternity, but soon he's sweeping you up and slinging you over his shoulder. He turns around to go back down into the canyon, and you watch Sanad's corpse disappear over the hill.

This time, you can feel him rumble with the force of his laugh.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you."

[sobblesources]

TIME FLIES THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ,

a collection of sentence starters from the scripts album ' satellites ' , edited to fit rp needs . adjust pronouns as necessary , warnings for swearing , drug mentions ,

❛ i was glad to see you gone , ❜

❛ i can see you're lying , ❜

❛ was it stubbornness , or was it just pride ? ❜

❛ you're on my mind , ❜

❛ if you miss the feeling , then the feeling goes both ways , ❜

❛ it's running through my veins , ❜

❛ i'm gonna treat you right , ❜

❛ you're the thing i can't replace , ❜

❛ never thought i was the jealous type , ❜

❛ the less i know , the less it hurts , ❜

❛ i don't want to fuck this up , ❜

❛ do i let it off my chest , or do i leave it unsaid , ❜

❛ am i carrying some baggage of a past that just won't heal ? ❜

❛ when you go back , the good & the bad come back to you , ❜

❛ home is where the hurt is , ❜

❛ they did all the fighting but we bear all the scars , ❜

❛ strangers are hard , but family's harder , ❜

❛ we are who we are , ❜

❛ there are no words to say , ❜

❛ i'll try my best , ❜

❛ don't you think the stars look a little closer ? ❜

❛ i wish i could hold the world the way you did for me , ❜

❛ it's so hard to change , ❜

❛ say it's all a dream , ❜

❛ tell me in the morning you'll be here with me , ❜

❛ you made a hell of an exit , ❜

❛ i like to think you finally found some peace , ❜

❛ pour a drink , cause i'll need one , ❜

❛ maybe i'll take it to my grave , ❜

❛ i like the world the way it was , ❜

❛ they'll think i'm crazy if i say it out loud , ❜

❛ i just try to avoid the doctors , ❜

❛ the drugs don't work , they just make it hurt , ❜

❛ getting high only makes me feel low , ❜

❛ i should have listened closer , ❜

❛ you broke me into pieces , ❜

❛ all the stars you were wishing on were just satellites , ❜

❛ maybe i was reckless to let you in , ❜

❛ no one deserves a dagger from behind , ❜

❛ silly me for staying so in love with a ghost , ❜

❛ i went through hell to find the heaven i have now , ❜

❛ you're the one thing i got right , ❜

❛ you came along & changed how i exist , ❜

❛ you fixed me up so good , now i don't fall apart , ❜

❛ do you smile when you feel like crying ? ❜

❛ do you laugh when you're dying inside ? ❜

❛ where's all this going ? ❜

❛ we're not bad people , we;re just going through a really bad time , ❜

❛ leave me fast , or love me slow , ❜

❛ don't tell me you found someone else , ❜

❛ you found heaven while i found hell , ❜

❛ i don't need a ring to know you love me , ❜

❛ they don't do much for me , ❜

❛ a little truth goes a long way , ❜

❛ don't promise me promises you can't keep , ❜

❛ let's just take it slow , ❜

❛ we had to go , ❜

❛ we're gonna run until the day is done , ❜

❛ pick a star that we can follow , ❜

❛ i'll keep you close to my heart , ❜

❛ i'll only miss it when you're gone , ❜

[cuffmeinblack]

Garreth Weasley NSFW alphabet

Explicit content

These are just my personal headcanons for my favourite boy!

A = Aftercare

Amazing aftercare. Makes sure his partner is okay after a particularly rough session, lots of cuddles and kisses. He'll happily wrap them up in his arms and bathe in the afterglow for hours, telling them how great they were. Plies his partner with hot chocolate and runs them a hot, bubbly bath.

B = Body part

Garreth has long been thought of as an arse man in my mind, but he loves all of his partner's body. Whatever they have, he's into it. He loves to praise their appearance, showering them with compliments especially if they're a little self conscious. That said, he can't resist grabbing a handful of bum whenever he walks past and is easily distracted by them bending over.

C = Cum

He's a Weasley. He's verile and produces a lot of cum with a lot of very aggressive swimmers. Definitely into cumplay. Loves to fill his partner up during sex until they're dripping, then fuck it back in with his fingers. (or cock).

D = Dirty Secret

Loves to be pegged. He's hesitant to admit it in public but it turns him into a begging mess.

E = Experience

He's had a few conquests during school though they're mostly boy/girlfriends rather than one night stands. He's pretty experienced by the time he's an adult and eager to try out new experiences, whether he's suggested them or his partner has.

F = Favourite Position

Doggy and reverse cowgirl are favourites so he can massage and smack his partners behind, leaving bruises and red marks. Loves to watch his cock impaling them.

G = Goofy

Can be a little goofy, so expect a good time when having sex with Garreth, including bouts of tickling and giggling over positions gone wrong. He doesn't take mishaps too seriously or let it get awkward; he's all about a good time.

H = Hair

Of course the carpet matches the drapes. He has a fair amount of thick ginger hair over his chest. Keeps it trimmed down below after a partner told him his hair tickled their nose during oral. He doesn't mind when it comes to a partner what they have; whatever they're comfortable with.

I = Intimacy

He's a huge cuddler and a bit (very) soppy. Loves to shower his partner with kisses in public and private. When in a relationship he falls pretty hard and fast, wanting to spend a lot of his time with them, engaging in all kinds of intimacy.

J = Jealousy

He gets a little jealous but is pretty self assured so doesn't let it get to him too much. He expects his partner to respect him enough not to make him jealous on purpose.

K = Kinks

He loves to experiment and there's not a lot he doesn't enjoy. For the most part he's pretty dominant but tried pegging once and has been hooked ever since. He has a little bit of a breeding kink as an adult and enjoys cum play. I can also imagine he has a praise kink as he works hard to please his partner and loves being told how well he's doing.

L = Location

Everywhere and anywhere. He's horny a lot and isn't scared to have sex in semi-public places. The thrill adds to the fun.

M = Masturbation

Prefers his partner to take care of him but if they're not around he'll do it himself. Pretty perfunctory with his hand, though he's tried pillows and other items to get off*. Enjoys mutual masturbation.

*The sandcastle in RP isn't my headcanon though soz @finalgirllx

N = NO

Isn't too keen on anything too extreme; blood and other bodily secretions. Cuckolding would push his boundaries and flare up his jealousy. Doesn't like humiliation.

O = Oral

Equally loves receiving and giving, including rimming. When he gives, he goes all for it and is very vocal in his enjoyment. If his partner is female, he loves them to sit on his face and nestle himself between their thighs.

P = Pace

Once he gets going he can lose control pretty quickly. He often goes hard and fast until he's breathless and sweaty.

Q = Quickie

King of the quickie, he'll take it anywhere if time is short. He knows how to please his partner in as little time as possible. Prefers a longer session with multiple rounds, but he'll not pass up the opportunity.

R = Risk

Loves to experiment, as long as it's done safely; he doesn't want to unintentionally hurt his partner. He likes the risk of getting caught, though (as long as it's not by his aunt).

S = Stamina

Goes multiple rounds. Will cum inside his partner and stay buried inside them until he gets hard again.

T = Toys

Doesn't have any for himself but happy to use them on his partner. I imagine he prefers using his body, though, and maybe a few spells or experimental potions to enhance the experience.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can tease, but would likely lose a game of wills. He wants it too badly.

V = Volume

Very vocal and loud, he makes it clear how much he enjoys sex. Silencing charms are a must with Garreth.

W = Wild Card

Garreth is a thorough lover and makes sure his partner is satisfied, even if it's just a quickie. If he needs to take them aside later and give them a round of mind-blowing oral, he will. His pride would be wounded if he can't make his partner come at least once a session.

X = X-Ray

What's under his clothes? Garreth is pretty well built with broad shoulders, muscular thighs and strong arms (he's a farm boy who helps around his family home and is constantly on the go when at school and dabbles in Quidditch as a beater). Has a little tummy from his love of food, though. His cock is 7 inches, uncut, pretty girthy. Thicker just below the head and curves upwards.

Y = Yearning

Very high sex drive, pretty much always up for it. He also yearns for his partner when they're not around, preferring to keep them close. Would be rubbish at long distance relationships.

Z = ZZZ

He can get pretty energetic after sex and go several rounds. Once he's spent, he'll enjoy cuddling up and falling asleep with his partner in his arms. Maybe after a snack.

[surrogate-fawn]

The First Goodbye

((Drabble based on the backstory of a RP done with @mittysins of Fawn's very first experience with birth.))

TW: Teen pregnancy (18+, but still), Forced adoption, Mentions of past abuse.

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I found out I was in labor when I took my lunch break.

When the manager excused me, I would usually head to the back of the UDF to grab a Lunchable to snack on; but with the baby sitting so hard on my bladder, the first thing I did upon clocking out was haul-ass to the bathroom. As I was cleaning up, I noticed something unusual: a large yellow clot, with tiny streaks of blood. It sat there on the paper, lookin' like an egg yolk and grossing me the hell out.

I remembered something the doctor said to me, but it was faint. Something about a mucus plug? I think that's what it was called. I just remembered something about mucus coming out, and how it meant labor was starting.

That was when I started to worry. I'd been having cramps that day, but I was having cramps pretty much all the time now. The baby was tugging hard at my lower back, his feet were in my ribs, and pretty much everything hurt 24/7. But, if the mucus plug had come out...that meant I was in labor, right? And if I was in labor, I had to be worried. That was something to worry about!

I decided not to say anything about it to the manager, though. If I asked to leave early again, I'd get written up. I'd already asked to leave early twice in the six months I'd had this job, both times because the morning sickness was kicking my ass.

I couldn't afford to get fired. I fuckin' needed that job.

I ate my lunch and went back to work, but I started keeping a closer eye on the cramps I was having. I knew I should've been timing them, but the last three hours of my shift had to handle the after-school rush of kids wanting ice cream. So, I couldn't really keep track.

I grinned at the elementary school kids and their parents as they came in. Some of the kids were little shits, but the majority of them were sweethearts -- especially the kids that came in often. They were always so excited to see the colorful ice cream flavors lined up behind the glass, and some even jumped for joy when I handed them their cones. I felt the baby kick me while I worked, and I absently rubbed the place on my belly where his little heel was causing a bruise.

"Is this your first?" the woman on the other side of the counter asked me, as I poured sprinkles over her daughter's strawberry swirl.

"Oh....yeah, he is," I said with the most winning smile I could muster.

"How sweet!" the mother beamed as we moved to the register. "When are you due, sweetie?"

Shit, when was I due? Was this too early? I couldn't remember the date the doctor gave me all those months ago. I hadn't had insurance for months.

"Soon," I said with a grin. "Real soon."

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I had my first real contraction while on my walk home. I was stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, when a deep ache started in my back. I grunted and stretched, but the tightness didn't ease until I made it across the street.

The second one happened a half-hour later when I was climbing the stairs to my room at the women's shelter. I paused and rubbed the side of my belly, the discomfort catching me off-guard. It felt like a period cramp, but really, really strong. The kind of period cramp that would give you a day off from homeschool, so your mom could wrap you in a blanket that had been washed in lavender water and make you herbal tea.

I made a pit-stop in the community kitchen to steep some of the leftover tea in the drawer. It wasn't the same kind Mom made, but it was close enough.

I spent the rest of the day alone in my room, packing some last-minute items into my duffel bag. I'd accepted by then that I was in labor, and I started working on timing my contractions. I would pace between my bed and the wall when the pain would start in my back, stepping in time with my internal counting: "One...two...three...four...five..." until the contraction ended.

I remembered reading about the five-one-one rule in a pregnancy book I borrowed from the library, so I knew it was probably going to be a while before I reached that point. I was only counting to twenty on each contraction, and the goal was sixty. At least I had time.

I used the landline to call UDF and tell the manager on duty that I'd gone into labor and wasn't going to be available to work for the next week. He did not sound happy about it, but it wasn't like he didn't know I was pregnant. Baby's gotta come out sometime.

So, good. At least I didn't need to worry about work. A jolt of anxiety shot through me when I realized I'd just lost a week's worth of pay. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, moving my hands to hold up my belly. That wasn't important right now. I could deal with that later.

For now, I just had to focus on myself and the baby.

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When the sun set, I decided to try and get some sleep. I would need my energy later.

What sleep I did get wasn't good. I kept waking up with the feeling I was falling, only to realize I was still in bed. I would lie there awake until a contraction inevitably started, and I would hold my belly and try to steady my breath. They were getting pretty bad by then, every muscle in my torso squeezing inward -- even my shoulder blades were being pulled down my back. I would lie there on my side, huff a few breaths until the pain faded, and then try to fall back asleep.

Rinse and repeat. For hours, and hours, and hours.

Once, only once, I was able to fall asleep enough to dream; but even that didn't help. A contraction in my sleep turned my dream into memories. The pain started in my lower back, and Alexander was subtly crushing my hip in his hand when I said something wrong in front of our friends. The cramping spread to my belly, and Alexander was slamming his fist into my gut while his other hand pinned me by the neck to the mattress. I heard the ghost of his voice in my head, even after I woke up with a pained gasp:

"If 'ya won't get rid of it, I will! I ain't raisin' a kid!"

I laid awake for another two hours, blaming myself for everything. I should've left Alex years ago, before he ever had the chance to get me pregnant. Hell, I never should've dated him in the first place; but I still remembered why I did.

Alex was my first taste of freedom. I was homeschooled until the ninth grade, on a commune where the philosophy was "love is free". My parents were honest with us kids that they didn't just sleep with one another, and that some of my younger siblings were likely not my dad's. It was the same story with most other families on the commune, and that was the only lifestyle I'd ever known.

When I entered the general public for the first time, Alex was the first to tell me I was the only one his love was for. One love, for one lifetime and beyond. That was a concept I'd never thought was possible. I'd been taught that a human is too sexual of a creature to stay with one partner forever; but there Alexander was, telling me I was his one and only. Forever. He told me he wanted to be my one and only. Forever.

So, I stayed.

Even when the playful insults stopped being playful, I stayed.

Even when his occasional annoyance turned into constant anger at me, I stayed.

Even when the pinches and nudges turned into punches and shoves, I stayed.

Even when the apologies stopped meaning anything, I stayed.

I only left when I had someone I needed to protect.

My life changed a week after high school graduation, when I saw those two pink lines on the bathroom counter. There was a last glimmer of hope when I showed them to Alex, but he snuffed it out immediately.

I packed my bags with what I could carry, promised Alex that I was going over state lines to get an abortion, and took the first bus that was going in the opposite direction.

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And now here I was, having my last moments alone with the baby. I cradled my bump as it sat in my lap, slowly tracing the outline of the baby I could feel with my hands.

"I'm really gonna miss you," I said to my belly, feeling his legs wiggle around at my touch. "I don't feel so lonely when I get to talk to you."

It was seven in the morning, and the contractions were really starting to pick up after about seventeen hours of labor. I sat on the edge of my bed, dressed in leggings and a maternity t-shirt from Goodwill. My duffel bag sat next to me, full of what I would need: a change of clothes, a bunch of menstrual pads, a few bottles of water, and a toothbrush with toothpaste. Everything I would need for my hospital stay.

I leaned back on the bed with a groan, feeling a contraction wrap around my torso. "Alright, kiddo," I huffed, breathing through the pain. "I hear 'ya. Let's go."

The contractions were a regular five minutes apart now, but weren't lasting a full sixty seconds. I figured now would be a good time to leave for the hospital, before things got too serious.

I spent the next hour hailing a cab, standing on the street corner with my bag hung over my shoulder. I rocked back and forth when I felt a contraction, breathing through my nose. I was starting to feel a distinct pressure in my pelvis. It kind of felt like I had to pee really bad, but not exactly. I could tell it was a different kind of pressure, something that was trying to come out of a place nothing had ever come out before.

The cab took me to the hospital and I had just enough cash to cover it. I stood in front of the hospital doors and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. The realness of the situation was sinking in, and I was scared.

"Okay, baby," I whispered, giving my underbelly a rub. "You ready to meet your parents? They're waiting on 'ya."

The baby nudged my ribs again, and I took that as my cue to enter the lobby.

The baby. Not my baby. He wasn't mine. Well, he wouldn't be soon.

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David and Kira were amazing people. There was a reason I had chosen them, out of all the couples that approached me, to be the parents of the baby. They had adopted twice before, and they even invited me to their house to sign the legal papers. Their older children seemed very happy and healthy. The house was clean and big enough for one more addition, in a nice neighborhood. They were even paying for my hospital stay. They were perfect for him.

Certainly better for him than a homeless nineteen-year-old without a future.

Despite how wonderful they were, I did not want them in the delivery room with me. I just wanted to be as unseen as possible. The nurses took pity on me, a teenaged girl laboring all alone with a baby she wasn't going to keep. I must have been a truly pathetic sight, especially as active labor wore on for several more hours.

I remember hanging from the sink in the bathroom, screaming for the first time as the first full-blown contraction hit me. My body shrank in on itself, my arms and legs aching from the force of it. I remember feeling the weight of the head sit heavy on my cervix as the nurse rushed in to check me right there on the bathroom floor. I was only at five centimeters. Halfway there.

I was made aware that David and Kira had arrived at the hospital and were waiting in a separate room somewhere else in the maternity ward. I told the nurses to send them updates as often as they wanted...just, please, don't let them in the room.

I was offered an epidural more than once, but I refused it. I almost changed my mind several times, especially when I reached seven centimeters and the pressure was starting to make my ears ring. But I was afraid it would slow down my progress, and I just wanted this over with. I just wanted him out.

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I started screaming for pain relief the second my water broke, and the baby's head started sinking through my cervix. A quick check showed I was in transition, and an epidural was no longer safe for them to give me.

My eyes stung as sweat dripped into them, my pulse hammering as my body prepared for the imminent birth. I felt like a gun ready to fire, and the pressure of the bullet inside my birth canal was maddening. It burned, it ached, it throbbed. It was the worst pain I'd felt in my life.

I remember sobbing as a nurse placed a cold compress over my forehead. The nurse had bright orange nails, I remember that too. I don't remember her face, or her name, but I wish I did. All I remember of her were those bright orange acrylic nails as her hand wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"You're almost done, Fawn," I heard her say. Her voice was fluffy and sweet, like cotton candy. "We've all been so proud of you!"

I remember what I said then, because I kept saying it for several minutes. I screamed it, tears streaming down my cheery-red face:

"I want my mom! I want my mom! I want my mom!"

I don't know how long it took me to run out of breath, but the next thing I remember is that same nurse stroking my sticky hair. I could smell the scent of her skin, and it made me feel warm.

"I know, honey," I heard her whisper. "I know you want your mama, but we're here for you. Hear me? You got all of us right here."

I don't remember if I said anything else after that, because right around then is when I felt the need to push hit me like a satellite. I might have used some very unbecoming language, but I don't remember.

The next thing I knew, I had my feet up in the stirrups and I was clinging for dear life to a towel they'd tied to the bed's squat bar. It was uncomfortable as hell and when I pushed, I felt like I was barely making any progress. But I couldn't move, and I had no other choice but to push up against gravity.

I'd been in labor for twenty-six hours, and I had officially lost the energy to scream. Every last ounce of willpower I had was being forced down between my legs. I could hear that same orange-nailed nurse saying something to me, but I have no idea what it was.

I felt the head starting to slip out when I pushed, but as soon as I relaxed it would slide right back inside. I didn't need to see what was happening I could fucking feel it.

The doctor's gloved hands helped to stretch me around the baby's head, but I just wished she'd stop -- it hurt bad enough without being pulled apart like a grilled cheese sandwich. My legs shook as hellfire ignited between my legs, but whatever noises I tried to make came out as muted grunts. All I could do was push. I knew if I just closed my eyes and pushed, it would eventually be over.

I felt the nose sliding past my skin, and I peered through one open eye in time to see a spurt of fluid as the head slipped out with a wet pop.

"There he is!" the orange-nailed nurse said. "He's on his way, Fawn!"

I tried to see over my belly, but I couldn't move my hips out of the position the stirrups held me in. I could feel the weight of his body siting right behind my lips, stretching me horrendously from the inside.

"Big push, Fawn," the doctor said as another contraction wound up. "Let's get him out."

But I didn't want him out anymore. I didn't want to let him go. Once it was over, it would be...over.

I wanted more time. I wanted to talk to him, safe in my belly, when I felt homesick. I wanted to feel him move and kick, and remember I wasn't alone in this shitty situation. I didn't want to let him go yet. I just wanted more time!

It was too late for more time. He wanted out and he wanted out right that second!

I pulled as hard as I could on the coiled towel and pushed until I felt dizzy. The doctor tugged gently under his shoulders, and I felt his body gush from me in a last rush of fluid.

The relief I felt was euphoric, better than any drug that might be out there. All the pressure, all the pain, it vanished as soon as he was out. My limbs turned into putty and I collapsed back against the bed, a black halo surrounding my vision.

Then I heard him cry. A loud, mewling wail that showed he was healthy. I turned my head and saw the doctor handing a nurse a blanket, inside of which a purple arm and a blue foot flailed around.

"Ohh, Fawn," I heard the nurse whisper. "He's beautiful."

My head was spinning, and I'm pretty sure I dipped into unconsciousness for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a small pink body laying naked on a table under a light, a measuring tape wrapped around the crown of his bald head. I could feel someone applying pressure to my perineum, and a quick glance by my legs showed the doctor was working on something down there. I probably tore, but it didn't hurt yet.

I turned my eyes back towards the baby, but they'd already wrapped him in a blanket and was fitting a tiny blue hat over his head. How adorable. A nurse picked up the baby-ritto and carried him to the door.

By the time I realized they were taking him away, the door was closing behind them. I blinked at the door, silent and pale as snow.

That was it, then. He was gone.

I let my head loll back onto the thin pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling as the doctor fixed me up. I didn't move from that position as they wheeled me to a recovery room, far away from the maternity ward. They at least took me away from the sounds of crying babies and happy new families.

I may have cried at this point, but I don't remember.

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I spent two days recovering in the hospital, bleeding like a stuck pig and hardly able to move because of the stitches between my legs. I had no visitors, save for the nurses who came in to check on me and bring me meals. My breasts leaked colostrum onto my hospital gown, food for a baby that wasn't there.

I was eight pounds, six ounces lighter when I stepped out of that hospital. It felt like I was missing more than that, though.

I took a cab back to the women's shelter and suffered the climb back up to my room. I lowered myself onto my bed with an agonized moan, quickly laying on my side because it hurt too much to sit.

My belly still rolled outward like a hill, but there was no movement there anymore. I attentively stroked it, feeling its new texture. It was soft and empty, no longer full and firm.

I was alone now. I was all alone.

At least I knew the baby was in a better place than I was.

My baby was in good hands.

~ End~

[rpedia]

I’ve seen your post about good starters, is there anything with good conversations starters that’ll actually get characters somewhere?

So, starters are something that gives other people an idea of how you play your character, what your goals are, and what you're looking for. They also need to be pretty open ended, or happen in a public place unless you want to hook a specific other character. That means a starter is infinitely customizable and super personal to write. Just copy pasting any given starter is not going to do the job you need it for, it'll stymie your growth and leave you scrambling to keep up with whatever someone else chose for you. On top of that, starters are not what keep RP going: The plot and player is.

So, let's jump in and break it down a little more so it's easier to put together your own starter from absolutely nothing, and how you as a player can keep plot going after the initial starter is dead in the dust behind you on your little journey, shall we?

When you write a starter, basically you're writing a hook to get someone involved in a situation. You're putting out into the world a question, or something that looks like it needs to be interrupted or acted on, so that other people will interrupt or act on it. So write it from that perspective: what would make you want to engage with a post?

So, pick apart what's important to you to get from a partner. When you roleplay, you look for specific goals, an A to B, essentially. Are you writing this scene in an attempt to explore the character and maybe find out something about their past or reveal a secret? Do you simply want to see how they respond to others? Or do you have a plot in mind? If there's an arc of a story you wanna get through, you're gonna have to nestle your starter securely in a situation that will allow you to forward that plot. See what I mean about it being deeply personal?

For example: If I were playing Tony Stark, and I wanted him to show off a new invention while handling his PTSD, I might drop a starter invoking curiosity. I'd set it up with a scene, probably near his workshop but public enough someone would have a chance to see me. I'd be carrying something remarkable but, questionable. "Did you just see him with a bomb?" This item would effect another character, so it would be rewarding to double check Tony isn't about to wreck your household by blowing it up. Then I'd have an experiment or invention in mind. He's made a robot that goes and grabs bombs, and folds over them to protect the household ala Steve Rogers jumping on a grenade. Mostly to stop Steve doing that shit. Cool, cool. I'll have that in mind when I describe what they find if they call out to him, and he ignores them and keeps bolting, or they follow him to see what's up. Then I can discuss it, and show emotions in my post that lead the other character to ask questions why I made this. Reveal a personal story or anecdote, and eventually get cornered by their curiosity or my loud mouth into joking and revealing some deeply personal trauma. Tada, a starter!

A starter that only works for my goals of exploring Tony's trauma, that only works for Tony Stark, that only works with characters who would see him when he's vulnerable at home with the other Avengers. So it's absolutely personalized and broken for anyone else.

Except, throughout, you can see how I logically broke it down! Here is the hook, here is my character's interests, here is why another person wants to care, here is my goal for the reveal, here's enough plot to feed into the machine to keep them interested, here's how I expect the scene to get to a certain point. It's very loosely put together, because by the end of it I might be looking at their trauma instead if, for instance, the explosion sets off a panic attack. Keeping flexibility helps keep a conversation going.

It also helps to provoke. Prod, ask questions, be curious, or offer something that makes other people want to know more. When you just roleplay hi, how are you, hello, how's the weather that's not a conversation so much as small talk. Which will die out quickly because there's no bonding or true interaction beyond the surface level. Like a geode, a character must be broken to see what shiny things are inside. So find something to crack them open a little, a chip here or there.

Now, if the other person absolutely fucking sucks at prompting you or offering a chance to open up? You may wanna, as a player, screw with the narrative and make for external pressure. Put your character under a deadline, by making them be waiting for something stressful. It makes them try to get things in fast, and they mess up. Maybe have a phone call or something happen, so they have to talk in front of the other character and divulge more than they meant to. You can force things on your character from outside, and it can help keep things going.

Relying entirely on your characters to keep things going is a fool's errand if the characters are not expressive, extroverted, and mouthy. A quiet stern guy who keeps to himself will want to kill a conversation quickly, and it'll drive other players off because they think that's you doing it, not your character. So make sure your narration explains why they're acting like that, and give tips to approach for the other character. Like I said, external forces may be the only way to force someone out of their shell while making sure your RP partner wants to keep digging!

You may have to fudge your character's personality or characterization slightly to get the ball rolling. Don't be afraid to make them slightly OOC if it means opening a door to tons more IC things. What, you've never blurted out something by mistake, or gotten mad and said something you regret because it's not really you? You never lied? Tch! They can fuck up too! Let them! Explore that!

Starters are never gonna be as easy as reading off cards, or having something set-up for you. You're gonna have to look at the setting for your character and see what's important. Are there places people frequent? Are there hobbies your character does that may be interesting? Can you arrive covered in blood because you're an assassin to prompt other people to fret until they realize it's not your blood and you can brag about the kill? Can you do something that seems out of character, but is perfectly normal? Be interesting! be interested in what your partner has to offer too, maybe it's not what you intended but following THEIR plot concepts can be super rewarding too!

So, good luck, and happy roleplaying!

[lord-emerson]

2 and 19 of the ask game? ~ @oneirotecture

2. How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

[Let's see, I made Oswald's Fallen London account on June 22nd, 2023 and this blog in April 2024. Even before I had this blog I was roleplaying with some friends and had Oswald's backstory and personality figured out; apparently his backstory document is from June 25th? So like, three days lmao. First piece of Oswald art was drawn by @thedeafprophet for Feast of the Rose (<3) in February 2024 and his visual design solidified at the end of May/beginning of June when @letters-of-fire started drawing him. Then over the course of this past summer I did a lot more roleplaying and fic writing, which helped me figure out his voice and personality even more. I would say I've been 100% confident in who he is for about half a year now, maybe? So that would make the entire character creation process about a year long, with most of the work done in the first three days and then just figuring out the other intricacies of his story as I went.

19. What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

One of my favourite decisions I had made for Oswald is to make him a no-op trans man who is very protective of his trans body. He's already changed so much about himself to fit Society's idea of what a gentleman should be like, he refuses to make any changes to a body he already loves.

One thing that bugs me sometimes is that his character flaws are the more palatable kind — he's snobbish, he's impulsive, he's obsessive and prone to making bad decisions in the name of love. All of these (except for maybe the snobbishness) can also easily be presented as positive attributes in a story, or at least negatives that only endear a character to the audience even more. I do try to lean into the uglier sides of him in RPs every now and then (talking about the mess he leaves behind for service workers, throwing tantrums over the smallest things) but I'll admit that sometimes even I am a little bit too charmed by this bastard.]

Ask me character questions!

[gatheredfates]

Hello everyone! 🐋 It's Friday here, just before the Live Letter, so I thought I'd whip out a small Compendium update before it gets crazy!

There's not that much this week but, with Dawntrail, so close, I'm not worried — I'm sure I'll be swamped with people coming back very soon. With that in mind, however, as of today (06/14), the following resources have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

MISC

Pride Backlighting Tutorial — Do you want to see your characters awash in the colours of Pride? Maybe you just want some cool backlighting behind them? @whitherwanderer has put together a guide for you!

SEAFLOOR

We're a Tumblr Community now! For people unfamiliar with the concept of Communities, I encourage you to check out the tumblr post by staff made about them here. However, copy/pasting what I have written in the Compendium, the Community functions as so:

SEAFLOOR (A FFXIV Community) is a Tumblr community whose duel-purpose focuses on my projects — the Compendium, question drives and screenshot events — whilst also reblogging member created works, resources (including events, commissions and looking for content/roleplay/free company posts), affirmations and other xiv-related content. If you are interested in supporting my projects without the social aspect of a Discord, I highly encourage you to join the Community. Everything hosted on the Discord will be cross-posted there; you will not miss out on anything. As Communities are still in beta, members need to be manually invited. If you would like to join, please like the tumblr post here. Once Communities are out of beta, I will remove this section to better reflect its true public status.

I'm hoping the Community will function as a member-curated dash, resource hub and visual diary for my projects and member created works. There are no hard feelings if you want to leave the Discord and only join the Community. Please do what makes you comfortable!

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here or send me an ask with the relevant information!

Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. Again, all the below information is accessible on the document! 🦈

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads.

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include in-character tabloid blogs used to generate RP.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

FAQ.

I want to put my community on the compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community on the compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it.

What resources/communities can I add if I'm not the owner of them?

Mutual consent is extremely important to me, so anything that isn't a large-scale community OR a publicly accessible resource must be endorsed by the owner/admin/moderators in order to be added to the compendium. I operate under the assumption that a resource posted to a public space (tumblr, googledocs, youtube, etc) is open to all. A large-scale community is one with a significant member count or openly advertises itself as being accessible to everyone for whatever purpose it serves. If in doubt, please get in touch with me. I'm happy to contact your community owners for you!

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, absolutely contact me about that.

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

[lura-valentine]

Kaji's Music

MHA / BNHA OC

In certain anime, such as Fairy Tail, the main characters have their own songs. I wanted to have something like this for Kaji, I don't think any other OC has something like that, which makes it unique to me.

That's why I played around with Suno and created some instrumental songs with the AI.

Two songs were created where I immediately had things in my head about what would happen and I would like to share that with you!

Song 1

My interpretation

Kaji has the problem that people don't see him as a person. They only see him as the villain Dabi and that he becomes just like him, even though he is completely different.

When I heard the song for the first time, I immediately had a scene in my head where he stands in front of Hawks and makes an emotional announcement that he is aware of his father's actions.

But he also mentions that his father only became like that because Enji ignored him back then and let him fall into the water like a stone that can only sink.

He ends his speech with the words “I won't become like him!” and his determination is so strong that there is no room for contradiction.

Song 2

My interpretation

This is his fight music.

Thanks to an RP with @SamajiTomiroko on Twitter/x, I had a journey through time in mind.

The thought was buzzing around in my head that Kaji had been thrown into the past by an opponent's quirk. There he joins the league simply because he wants to meet his father.

However, he keeps a low profile so that no one finds out who he really is. He always hides his face behind a mask and a hood because his appearance would immediately give him away. In battle, he does not use his flames so as not to reveal his true identity. So he only relies on his melee combat and speed in combat.

When I first heard the song, the scene of how he might fight Endeavor went through my head, but without his flames, he doesn't stand a chance.

He is faced with the choice of keeping his identity a secret or perhaps saving Himiko or someone else from the League from the heroes. Since he has grown fond of the others, he decides to fight and uses his flames.

The flames of Endeavour are rushing towards him and just before they reach him, he raises his hand, only to use his flames as a shield and freeze the flames of Enji.

Everyone is silent in disbelief as Kaji lands elegantly on the frozen structures of the flames. They only knew blue flames from Dabi and flames who could freeze were completely unknown.

How I came to Kaji

Kaji Black is my OC that I created for my fanfiction. The reason why this character was created was because I wasn't at peace with the ending of Dabi / Touya Todoroki and wanted to create something to compensate for that.

However, I respect the work of Kōhei Horikoshi and refuse to change anything about it... Why should I, it's not my work, but I added something behind the scenes that you didn't see that led to Kaji.

At the age of 23 or 24, it is quite conceivable that Dabi had someone with whom he became intimate. Since I like realism, I used a female OC called Rain Black. Her Quirk is called Dark Phoenix and she controls dark red to almost black flames via her feathers, which can burn anything in seconds. (Almost like Shigaraki's disintegration)

Rain is a European character who works as a mercenary and had to return for a mission. (France, Germany... I'll leave that to the reader where.)

Shortly before she wanted to return, it turned out that she was pregnant. However, that was exactly the time when the last war began in Japan and she stayed in Europe to protect her unborn child. When it was all over, she learned from the media that Touya had been captured and was about to die, so she stayed in Europe.

This is the basic story of Kaji.

If you want to read it more closely, you can read it in more detail in my fanfiction 'Son of Fire'.

[askcorvustheex-bishop]

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I am no longer fit to lead, so I shall help others lead where I have failed, so they know what to do and not to do... and hopefully, not make the same mistakes I did. Do not ask if I wish to remove my chains, I deserve these, for they are my punishment for the things I have done. ˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖✮-------------------✮˖⁺‧₊˚ ˚₊‧⁺˖ Lore:

Corvus, once known as Tyran, was one of the original bishops who helped rebuild the world after the fall of the old gods. As the Bishop of Order, he believed that strict control and structure were the keys to ensuring stability. For over a century, he ruled his domain with an iron fist, imposing harsh laws and rigid discipline upon his followers. Though his intentions were to create a harmonious and orderly world, his severe methods became tyrannical. The people under his rule grew resentful of his oppressive leadership, feeling trapped by the very order he had promised would protect them.

Eventually, his followers rebelled, overthrowing Tyran and stealing his crown, which stripped him of much of his power. Betrayed and weakened, Tyran was forced to flee, leaving behind the kingdom he had once built. Now, at 300 years old, he has spent the last century wandering the world, reflecting on the choices that led to his downfall. Chains attached to heavy balls drag behind him, a constant reminder of his past mistakes, and though he could remove them, Corvus chooses to bear them as a symbol of his penance. Over time, he came to realize that while order is important, it must be balanced with freedom and compassion.

No longer seeking to rule, Corvus now wishes to guide others, helping them succeed where he failed. He hopes to find a leader or a community to serve, where he can offer his wisdom and ensure they do not make the same mistakes he did. Though humbled, Corvus still believes in the value of structure, but now knows it must be tempered with kindness and flexibility. As he wanders the world, searching for a new home, he is ready to assist those who seek balance, guiding them toward a future that avoids the harsh extremes of his past.

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Others

@askacultleader as The Lamb

@ask-theredcrown as The One Who Waits

@ask-thegreencrown as Leshy, Bishop of Chaos

@askthe-yellowcrown as Heket, Bishop of Famine

@ask-thebluecrown as Kallamar, Bishop of Pestilence

@ask-thepurplecrown as Shamura, Bishop of War

@askthe-littlepoet as The Poet

@themysticseller as ??? And more that i unfortunately don't know right now.

Warnings

✦All Cult of The Lamb game warnings also apply to this blog

✦this is my first (proper) ask blog, and i haven't fully fleshed out how Corvus acts yet, but you can help with that! the more people i talk to, the more i get used to how he talks!

✦This blog is 13+

✦Not all asks get answered, I delete all asks that I feel uncomfortable with or don't have a proper answer to.

✦No NSFW, suggestive is fine.

✦This is an ask/roleplay blog!

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Roleplay info

✦ "Corvus talks like this."

✦ (out of rp (me), i speak like this)

✦ Actions look like this or *like this*

Tags

✦ #ask - For asks

✦ #Outofrp - When its just me speaking

✦ #rp - For roleplays

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{ Hi! i got inspired by @askacultleader to make an ask blog based off of my cult of the lamb oc, Corvus. unfortunately i dont have amazing art for him right now, but thats okay :).

My main blog: @dapotatoking277 }