#stormclouds at midnight

[sunmoonjune]

Would you agree that hyunjin is a type of bf who wears y/n's scrunchy or hairband because he wants to carry their scent wherever he goes? uwu

omg how did I know what clip this was before even clicking on the link xD tch hairband is iconic lol

and yes yes!! hyunjin is a bit of a brat, so he is def known for taking things of scm!reader's to keep their scent on him,, reader is also not the only one that gets stolen from -- they all wear each other's clothes whenever given the chance :)) hyunjin will steal shirts and sweaters any time he has the opportunity -- he really likes to keep your scent with him,, it feels like you're still with him even when you can't be at his side :'))

if you wear scrunchies in your hair, hyunjin is not above stealing them and putting them in his own hair :3

it probably goes something a little like this::

Drabble beneath the cut ;)) it gets a little suggestive so minors please dni

pairing: poly!stray kids x fem!reader (chan, Minho, hyunjin and Felix focused) [werewolf!au - petrichor!univese] [poly!skz]

warnings: suggestive content!! no minors pls! teasing, hand kink, Dom!chan, dom!minho, switch!hyunjin, a little choking, member x member relationships, cursing

"Hyunjin!" your disgruntled shout echoes through the pack house, causing said werewolf to lift his head from the phone in his hands. You sigh frustratedly when your rummaging hands can't locate a single hair tie, the drawer that usually houses the scrunchies empty and barren. Tucking some hair behind your ear in an effort to keep it away from your face, you desperately try to locate something to hold it back. Felix wants to bake with you today, and you don't want your hair in your way while you do so.

"Yeah, Pretty?"

Hyunjin's humming response comes from the door, just beginning to enter the room, beckoned by the call of his name. He likes making you mad - that brat. Something about the frustrated look on your face and the way you turn it towards him makes him all hot and bothered. A smirk begins to pull up the corner of his mouth as he leans his tall form against the doorway.

When you whip around to face your mate, you barely have time to take in the obnoxiously attractive way he's leaning against the doorframe. With his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips, your heart skips a beat as your chest begins to feel warm.

However, your eyes lock onto the rosy pink scrunchy pulling the top half of his hair away from his eyes before you look too close at Hyunjin's attractive form.

"Jinnie, my hair tie!" you huff, stepping forward into his body with a frown on your lips. "S'it you who keeps stealing them? I can't find anymore!"

Hyunjin chuckles, leaning down closer to your face and you feel your skin get hot as his full lips fill your vision. He uncrosses his arms to pull you close, hands grasping your hips and guiding them towards his own. When you wiggle a little in embarrassment, Hyunjin nearly tosses his head back with a groan. You're a little too close to be moving like that, and Hyunjin nearly leans down to sink his teeth into your neck to keep you still. His wolf snarls inside his mind, goading him into doing so.

"Yeah, s'me," Hyunjin giggles, pushing his head into your neck. He hugs you close, starting to rock back and forth a little as your hands come up into his hair. "I like the way you smell, Angel"

When your fingers delve into the strands of his soft hair, scratching once against his scalp, Hyunjin sighs contentedly. However, still frustrated at your lack of hair tie and now knowing the culprit, your fingers grasp the hair at his scalp and gently pull his head back by the strands.

Though you had not expected Hyunjin to nearly keen when you do so.

The taller man allows his mouth to fall open, a desperate sound escaping his lips as you pull his hair. His body is too hot all of the sudden – too close and far too attractive. Hyunjin's hands dig into your hips, anchoring you to his front as he pushes his own hips a fraction closer.

"Ngh," Hyunjin grunts, his pretty voice echoing through the room as heat fills your stomach. Your mouth parts, not expecting the sound to escape him.

Hyunjin's teeth push at his gums, aching to extend and scrape them against your skin. He can see the raised skin of Chan's mating mark at your throat, and Hyunjin longs to refresh his own - just a few inches lower, so close to the breasts he loves so much.

"Jinnie?!"

Hyunjin doesn't answer verbally this time, simply pushing his hips closer and allowing the stiffening of his pants to respond for him. His chest rumbles in some sort of low purr, his fangs pushing beyond his gums as his hands slide closer to your back side. Your scent fills his senses, and his wolf growls happily - content with the growing arousal of one of their mates.

This had not been what you were expecting when you were searching for your hair tie.

"S'going on in here?"

Minho's voice interrupts the moment, stepping into the room with a grin on his lips. He could feel the growing arousal of one of his mates through the bond, unable to resist the sweet temptation of joining you. His own smirk pulls at his lips as his eyes take in your forms, wrapped tightly around each other as Hyunjin keens.

Your hand is wrapped in Hyunjin's hair, pulling his head back as your mouth drops open the slightest in muted shock. Hips pushed together, Minho feels the bond surge as you realize who has entered the room. His arms crossed across his muscular chest, Minho stands at the door with an eyebrow raised in that cocky look that makes you weak in the knees.

"Minho..." you breathily murmur as Hyunjin's hands squeeze you tight. Feeling hot and tingly, you squirm against the taller's body as he moans.

"Ahh..." the older werewolf hums, stalking into the room with slow strides. His aura is overwhelming, the dominant pheromones obvious to Hyunjin as Minho grows closer. You only see his darkened eyes and salacious grin as he descends on the two of you. "I've got two disobedient puppies, don't I?"

You shy away from his heated look, feeling suddenly submissive under Minho's heavy-lidded gaze.

Hyunjin answers with a weak snarl, wrenching his head from your grip and burying his face into your neck. Beginning to press his soft lips to the skin of your throat, you feel your bond surge with heat as his teeth scrape against the skin. When he comes a little too close to Chan's mating mark, you know it's too late.

The bond between you and the Alpha swells, getting hot and setting your nerves alight. Minho seems to know, his smirk widening as he realizes he'll have a little help putting you and Hyunjin in your places.

"Are you asking to be punished, Pretty boy?" Minho purrs, now close enough to run a hand over Hyunjin's spine. He grins wolfishly, fangs flashing when Hyunjin shivers.

"Sure seems like it."

Chan.

The Alpha steps into the room, radiating dominance and making your skin hot as his eyes roam over your exposed skin and Hyunjin's grip on your hips. You wiggle again, feeling the stiffness at Hyunjin's thighs against you as you sigh breathily. Hyunjin keens again.

This time, Minho's hand grips Hyunjin by his hair, pulling the younger wolf away from your neck with a smirk. Chan descends on the two of you with a dark look in your eyes and you shiver. The Alpha hovers over you with a grin, his muscular form hulking and feeling hot as it comes so close to your skin.

"Yeah?" Chan murmurs, his hand sliding up your front as he takes Hyunjin's place at your front. When his strong hand wraps around your throat, his thumb pushing gently into your mouth and brushing against the bottom lip, you feel so weak under him. Legs nearly trembling and stomach feeling hot, you feel the space between your thighs dampen with arousal. Chan's eyes seem to darken even further when his heightened senses catch the scent.

"You wanna' be punished, sweet thing?" Chan purrs, pushing your head back a little so he can see the raised skin of his mating mark. His wolf snarls happily at the sight of it, looking shiny under the florescent lights. His stomach twists and his chest swells with pride as he turns to Minho with a grin. The two wolves meet eyes, silently agreeing on something as Minho begins to pull Hyunjin out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.

Hyunjin grins, not expecting the outcome, but certainly happy with it. He follows Minho with a little yip as his lover grips his ass on the way out. Minho laughs, unreasonably attractive in that moment.

Your eyes are drawn back to Chan's dark ones. The Alpha is looking down at you with those heavy eyes and you feel so submissive beneath that lusty gaze. When your lips open to kiss his thumb, softly taking it between your teeth, Chan purrs.

"Yeah you do," Chan murmurs, beginning to pull you back towards the bedroom. "Fuck... my pretty baby."

It's only when Chan pushes you onto the bed, your form falling into Hyunjin's waiting shirtless arms, Minho at your back and beginning to pull away your shirt, does Felix enter the doorway with a shout.

"Hey! We were supposed to be baking!' his incredulous words reach your ears, body sandwiched between two wolves, the third already beginning to join you. It's hot and heavy and your head begins to feel dizzy as the bond swells and surges with arousal.

"Join us then!" Minho turns his head to purr.

Felix sighs with a roll of his eyes, already stepping forward to shut the door behind him. Chan laughs against your skin when Felix begins to pull his shirt off with a huff, sliding onto the bed with a huff.

"You guys are ridiculous - move over."

[oathkeeperoxas]

Battleship 2024

As tradition dictates, I wrote far too much for this year's round of battleship!! 19 fics across several fandoms, though most was for icemav and saintspy. All fics can be found below ❤️

Iceman/Maverick

star spangled sky [4.2k]

Maverick's not sure who's more down on his luck this time: him, or Ice. Doesn't really matter. Not when they've got each other for the night.

Unto the Breach [700 words]

Maverick never thought that he would get so lucky as to actually have a family.

Weekend Warriors [4.4k]

Goose and Carole ask Ice and Mav for a favour.

one heartbeat at a time [4.2k]

When Maverick identifies that Ice has been drugged at a Navy party, there's only one way he knows to help his wingman.

transactions [2.7k]

It's a give and a take, between the two of them.

ride in this life with you [15.1k]

Maverick takes a breath. “I’m pregnant.” Ice stares at him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Maverick says, grinning. “Uh, surprise! I know it’s not exactly the direction we planned, but–” “But you can’t be,” Ice interrupts him. “Because I’m pregnant.”

Stormclouds [6.7k]

Maverick had thought they'd been slated to fly today. No matter the weather, even if it was stormy and the clouds were out and the wind was high, the Navy expected them to take off and land their jets at the whim of a commander. What he wasn't expecting was this: something even more dangerous, happening closer to home.

blurred into you [4.1k]

After Maverick's particularly long and stressful week at work, Ice suggests a way for them both to relax.

Racing to the Top [1k]

Paris 2024 means another chance for Tom to aim for gold. Pete isn't going to let him claim it without a challenge.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

between dusk and dawn [Dedue/Petra] [1.2k]

If there is one thing that they are grateful for, it is this.

through the years [Marianne/Hilda] [4.4k]

Three times Marianne reveals something of herself to Hilda, and one time Hilda returns the favour.

midnight meetings [Lysithea & Cyril] [2.3k]

Cyril has something to learn, and Lysithea has something to teach.

Kingdom Hearts

together as one [Sora/Kairi/Riku] [3k]

5 times Sora sees something that reminds him of Riku and Kairi, and 1 time Riku and Kairi make it all worth it.

recompense [Aqua & Ventus] [600 words]

Aqua sets a task for Ventus and Vanitas to complete.

Saintspy

what do I have to do (to eliminate the space between you and me) [5.6k]

“No,” Benji moans. “Ethan, please. It’s taco Friday!” “Hello,” the man calls, voice rich and layered and drawing Ethan in. He’s taken a step forward before he even realises it. The man’s lips curl up into a smirk, eyes running up and down Ethan’s body and completely ignoring Benji and all the other people who are staring at him. “You wouldn’t happen to know a certain man I’m looking for – tall, dark, handsome.” “I can do you one better,” Ethan tells him. “If you can tell me where I might lay my head down tonight.”

Against All Odds [4.9k]

Tony treats Ethan to a perfect morning in the midst of a perfect vacation.

unexpected pleasures [5.3k]

“I thought you were on suppressants,” Jude says, looking Ethan up and down, head to toe. He’s flushed, sweating, and attempting to hide the fact that Jude had interrupted him in the middle of jerking off. “Got poisoned on my last mission,” Ethan says shortly, voice tight. “They had to flush my system.” “So you’re in rut.” “So I’m in rut.”

Two Cats and Their Human [300 words]

Ethan's lover is smaller than usual today.

to fall into love (one more time) [2.2k]

Ethan’s mission to find an important relic is interrupted by a familiar face who’s willing to come along for the ride.

Full 2024 Battleship collection!

[teratocrat]

A single yellow dwarf, unremarkable, of about 1.0218 solar masses. And in its corona, dancing aurora-dragons, ribbons and feathers of nine-colored light, singing and reciting poetry to each other and hitching freezing rides on the asteroids and comets that swing close enough to the star to leap out onto.

One small, dense planet, frosted over with incandescent stormclouds that snow lead flakes onto the slopes of volcanoes whose calderas are choked with galena coral reefs, the bones of colonies of radiation-tolerant extremophilic microorganisms, and where sulfur-swamps coat the lazy tideless beaches of the planet's only ocean, stirred and tilled by people like lanky bundles of black ironstraw, who heap their storehouses high with xanthous dried fusegrass.

One larger, much cooler planet, the calcite gleam of its moon hidden from the surface much of the time by cloudcover. warm, shallow, mildly acidic seas of lavender mucous, tentative marshes of weeping fuschia ferns, translucent lapine blobs with probing antennae that could be eyes or ears or questing tongues, and in the middle of the deepest ocean, a massive gelatinous thing, a superorganism like a rose with its stem plunging down into the volcanic baths of an oceanic rift, a mind from whom all other minds on this planet came and to which they occasionally return, eager to share their stories.

One rocky planet, bitterly cold and with the merest wisps of atmosphere clinging to it. Lifeless, all its water burned off it by baleful solar glare, the vast horizon-spanning saltpan seafloors bone-bare under the violet sky, and its moon hanging above like a clenched fist of black basalt.

An asteroid belt, scattered diamond motes of ice and stone and clay and metals, with three dwarf planets in its embrace, and the largest of them bearing a banner of silver and midnight, a unicorn guarding some alien tree.

A planet one might almost mistake for Earth, for all its snake-necked tortoise-camels and gold-feathered tigermen, for all its gleaming pentagonal ziggurats of diamond and steel, its three space elevators anchored in the emerald forests that girdle the equator, the capital of an interplanetary empire founded at the mouth of an immense river lazily piling hundreds of tons of silt a year into delta marshes, its vast ports berthing wide, flat-bottomed barges hauling iron and salt and sand and cinnabar, barrels of fish and wine and oil and perfumes, tigerman janissaries and scholars and poets and wizards, all tallied and accounted for in the lightning thoughts of supercomputers domesticated by bureaucracy. spaceplanes like silver songbirds or leaping fish ferrying the nobility (who disdain regular shuttle flights from the tips of the space elevators as base transportation for commoners) from the surface of the planet to its moon above, or to any number of gleaming stations in high orbit.

A gas giant, pale as pearl streaked with delicate pink and green pastels, skirted by dozens of captured child-moons, many of them bearing the same unicorn banner, some of them mined for this or that rare earth element, cities buried under the shielding crust of a scant handful, and two of them habitiformed enough to support imperial hunting grounds - managed grasslands or forests full of imported game - and hunting lodges of squat domes and towering spires, mirrored labyrinthine greenhouse-gardens and treasure-vaults of platinum jewelry set with nebula-gems snatched from their condensation-nests in the gas giant's depths.

Another gas giant, the blues and purples of a ripe plum blushing from clouds of midnight-black marbled with gold, icy rings slicing through swirling lunar orbits, merchants and mercenaries and privateers gliding from port to port in their sapphire-hulled ships, out where the empire scrabbles to find purchase. hollowed-out asteroids house cylindrical farms or monasteries of fatalistic leonine faiths or the huddled bodies of wound-down murine clockwork eunuchs, commissioned to advise and amuse some tiger-empress whose phoenix standard had long since faded into obscurity by the time the founder of the unicorn-banner dynasty first rallied soldiers to his cause.

An Earth-sized ball of grey-green ice, glassy smooth surfaces broken up by cryovolcanoes pumping volatiles up from a sooty core to rain down again in miserable pattering drizzles of methane through ammonia blizzards.

An ice giant, the immense azure sphere its inward neighbor might have been were it not for the vagaries of fate as involved in early star system formation, accompanied by seventeen bitterly cold moons whose tides have woven something enormous and ponderous of thought out of the inner sea of supercritical fluids.

a dozen or more dwarf planets of packed stone and ice, swinging through the outer black clouds on vastly elliptical orbits, witnesses to tumbling nickel-iron visitors and alien probes relaying streams of blurry photography and other observations back to some unknown homeworld as they fall endlessly through interstellar space.

[mxnsterbabe]

Nonbinary Storm Deity/Nonbinary Reader SFW Wordcount: 1,516 Tags & warnings: it/its pronouns (for the monster) Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

It only ever appears during a storm, tapping on your window to be let in. What happens next, is like a dream.

When the rain started, your heart fluttered. You knew what it meant, what - or rather, who - it announced. It was Derecho, the storm cloud deity. Your strange, beautiful friend.

The pitter-patter on the roof was like a gentle drumroll, the fresh smell of rain-soaked earth like an invitation. Out there, beyond your window, storm clouds gathered in the twilight. Derecho was coming. 

Your heart danced in your chest. You were scared, sure, but also so, so excited. Derecho was like nothing else. A being made from storm clouds and rain, something magical that had chosen you. You had no idea why, but maybe it didn't matter. Maybe it was just lonely, like you. 

The wind picked up, making your little cottage creak and moan. Then, the sound. Tap. Tap. Tap. On the window. Derecho's special signal, your secret language. 

Your breath caught when the shadow appeared at the window. You unhooked the latch, letting Derecho in. It flowed into the room like a wisp of storm cloud, dark and damp. Then it changed, right there in front of your eyes. It turned into something you could touch, something almost human. 

You could never forget the feel of Derecho. Like cool, damp skin just before dawn.

Derecho took a seat by your bedside. It was an entity composed of dark storm clouds, yet there was a certain tranquility about it, like the peaceful hush that came after a fierce storm. Even though Derecho had no face, you could feel its gaze upon you - it was a gaze that was as gentle as a drizzle and as profound as the ocean's depths. 

You named it Derecho, after the potent, fast-moving storms, because it seemed fitting for a being that appeared with the tempest and vanished with its last echo. The deity didn't object - or maybe it simply couldn't - but you liked to believe it found the term agreeable.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you reached out to touch Derecho. Its form shimmered slightly, an incandescent dance of storm-cloud grey and midnight blue. It was akin to touching the surface cool water, dipping like water even though your hand came away dry. Derecho was cold yet inviting, as if you were gently caressing the veil of a morning mist. 

What made it even more astonishing was the level of comfort Derecho provided. The connection you shared with this storm-born deity wasn't about words; it transcended language, the very boundaries of human comprehension. In its silence, you found an acceptance, a companionship you'd been yearning for.

Your fingers traced Derecho's form, a path of fascination drawn on a canvas of stormcloud and rain. The deity's skin hummed under your touch, the vibration a sweet melody that your fingertips danced to. The rhythm was soothing, tranquil, a lullaby whispered by the wind. 

Derecho's presence was as calming as the steady drum of rain on a rooftop, as comforting as the soft crackle of a warm fire on a cold night. It felt like being enveloped in a cozy blanket on a stormy day, a strange mix of excitement and peace.

As you sat together, the gentle brush of your fingers against Derecho's form was a language in itself, a silent conversation that danced between your heartbeats and the distant rumble of the storm.

The room filled with a hushed serenity, interrupted only by the soft, comforting sounds of the storm outside. 

The room filled with a hushed serenity, interrupted only by the soft, comforting sounds of the storm outside. It felt as though you were nestled within a bubble of calm amidst the tempest, as though the raging storm had conspired to create this safe haven just for you and Derecho.

You gently patted the bed beside you, an invitation. Derecho's form seemed to ripple in understanding before it flowed down, lying beside you. The bed dipped slightly under a weight that was and wasn't there. The shadows of the room seemed to dance around its figure, rendering it even more mysterious and beautiful.

Derecho had no face, not in the way humans did. It had no eyes to look into, no lips to smile, no features you could trace with your fingers. Yet, it had a presence, an ethereal essence that made you feel seen, made you feel accepted.

Since you had come out as nonbinary, acceptance was not something you were often granted in the world outside your cottage. People struggled with your identity, struggled to understand something that lay outside the confines of their binary understanding. Derecho, though... Derecho accepted you. It didn't need to understand, it just saw you. And in its acceptance, you found a place of comfort, of safety.

Gently, your fingers trailed up to where Derecho's face would be, feeling the cool, silky smooth surface. It was like touching the surface of a calm lake, undisturbed and serene. You leaned in, pressing your lips against Derecho. It was a strange sensation, like kissing a cool mist, yet it felt right.

Beneath your lips, Derecho seemed to ripple, to move in a way that was almost like a purr. This was something you'd learned to recognise over your time together, a sign of contentment, of happiness. You pulled away, laying your head against the smooth surface of Derecho, feeling the familiar hum under your cheek.

A smile tugged at your lips. You were happier here than anywhere else. Happier in this small cottage, in the midst of a storm, with Derecho by your side, than you'd ever been before. With Derecho, you could just be. Be without judgement, without expectations, without having to explain or justify yourself. You could just exist, and that was enough.

Laying there, in the soft glow of the room, with the sound of the rain providing a comforting soundtrack, you felt a peace you hadn't known before Derecho came into your life. The storm outside raged on, but inside, it was calm. It was safe.

As the storm started to fade, so did the intensity of the rain against the cottage roof. The relentless downpour transitioned into a rhythmic patter, the mighty tempest ceding its dominion to a more serene drizzle. The lashing wind gradually softened, whispering through the trees and across the landscape with a hushed reverence. A peaceful calm began to drape itself over the world, the fury of the storm subsiding, its wild energy spent.

With the gentle lightening of the sky, the twilight hues of the storm began to recede. The darkness that had dominated the horizon started to fracture, its hold giving way to the softer shades of dawn. The silhouettes of trees, once lost in the storm's murk, began to stand tall and firm against the burgeoning light. The transition was gradual, almost reverent, as though nature itself was bidding a respectful farewell to the storm.

The change wasn't just outside. In the room, Derecho too began to transform. As the storm's power waned, so did the intensity of Derecho's form. Its shape, previously solid and almost human, began to lose definition. The entity's form, as tangible as a storm cloud could be, began to fragment and drift apart.

Beneath your touch, Derecho started to thin out, becoming one with the dampness left behind by the storm. It was a gentle dissolution, a respectful retreat that matched the elegance of its arrival. The diety's form slowly faded, like a wisp of smoke disappearing into the air.

There was a pang of loss as Derecho gradually vanished. It was as though a part of you was dispersing with the storm, dissipating into the rain-soaked atmosphere. There was a sense of finality in the air, a silent ending that echoed the serenity of the room. The rain's gentle patter on the window was like a farewell song, a symphony composed for the deity born of stormclouds and rain.

Yet, there was no bitterness, no despair. You understood Derecho's nature, its existence bound to the storms's life. As you watched the last tendrils of Derecho dissolve into thin air, you felt a sense of contentment. Acceptance. Derecho would return, as it always did, with the next storm. 

The promise of Derecho's return didn't erase the sense of loss entirely, but it dulled its edge. Your heart held onto the comfort of that promise, a soothing balm against the sting of Derecho's departure. You knew the storm would come again, bringing with it the soothing presence of the deity.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling the residual cold left by Derecho. The smell of rain, the fading hum of the storm, and the lingering sensation of Derecho's form against your skin lingered in your mind. It may have vanished, but its presence still lingered. In the silence of the room, amidst the calming whispers of the retreating storm, you knew you weren't alone. Derecho was a part of you, etched in your heart and sou.

The dawn broke outside, casting a soft light that painted the room with gentle hues. As you looked around, everything was the same, yet nothing was. The storm had passed, but the echoes of Derecho remained. The world outside your window started to stir, and you carried with you a sense of anticipation. With each passing moment, you were one step closer to the next storm, to Derecho's return.

[invalidstories]

Lunar Reverie (Part 1)

Part 2

In the heart of New Beijing, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air. Cinder, the once lowly mechanic turned Lunar Queen, found herself at the center of attention as she prepared to host a lavish gala to celebrate the anniversary of her coronation.

Among the guests gathered in the opulent ballroom were Cinder's closest friends and allies—Kai, the former Emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth; Scarlet and Wolf, the fierce Lunar operatives; Cress, the brilliant hacker; and Thorne, the charming rogue. As the music swirled around them and the laughter echoed off the walls, Cinder couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her.

But beneath the surface, tensions simmered. Whispers of discontent circulated among the Lunar nobility, their resentment simmering like embers beneath the surface. And amidst the glittering splendor of the gala, a shadowy figure lurked in the shadows, their intentions shrouded in mystery.

As the night wore on and the festivities reached their peak, Cinder found herself drawn to Kai's side, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of uncertainty. But even as they danced beneath the stars, a sense of unease lingered in the air—a feeling that their happiness was fleeting, and that danger lurked just beyond the horizon.

It wasn't until the stroke of midnight that the conflict came to a head. A masked figure emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with malice as they confronted Cinder and her friends, accusing them of betraying the Lunar people.

Chaos erupted as accusations flew and alliances were tested, threatening to tear apart the fragile peace that Cinder had fought so hard to achieve.

As the accusations hung in the air like a stormcloud ready to burst, Cinder's heart raced with uncertainty. The masked figure, cloaked in shadows, had struck a chord of fear and doubt among the guests, and whispers of suspicion rippled through the crowd like a chilling wind.

"It's her! She's the one who betrayed us!" a voice cried out from the crowd, pointing an accusing finger at Cinder.

Cinder's breath caught in her throat as she turned to face her accuser—a Lunar noble, his face twisted with anger and resentment. His words cut through the air like a knife, casting doubt upon Cinder's intentions and sowing discord among her allies.

Kai stepped forward, his voice ringing out with authority as he addressed the gathered crowd. "These accusations are baseless," he declared, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with the accusing noble. "Cinder has dedicated her life to bringing peace to our world. She would never betray us."

As the accusations continued to fly, the Lunar noble's words grew more insidious, each accusation laced with venomous intent. He spoke of secret alliances forged in the shadows, of betrayal and deceit lurking beneath Cinder's carefully crafted facade.

"She sold us out to the Earthens," the noble declared, his voice dripping with scorn. "She's been colluding with them all along, trading our secrets for her own gain."

Cinder felt a chill run down her spine as she heard the accusations hurled against her. The weight of their implications threatened to crush her beneath their burden, and she struggled to find her voice amidst the storm of doubt and suspicion.

But as she turned to her friends for support, she found their eyes clouded with uncertainty, their trust shaken by the noble's words. Scarlet and Wolf exchanged wary glances, their expressions mirroring the doubt that gnawed at Cinder's heart.

"I can't believe this," Scarlet murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Cinder's chest tightened with anguish as she searched for the words to defend herself, to convince her friends of her innocence. But before she could speak, Kai stepped forward, his expression grave.

"I need to hear the truth from you, Cinder," he said, his voice firm but tinged with sorrow. "Did you betray us? Did you betray me?"

Cinder felt as if the ground had dropped out from beneath her feet, the weight of Kai's accusation crushing her spirit. A headache began to form, to remind her if she were normal she would've cried. She looked into his gaze, once filled with love and trust, now clouded with doubt and uncertainty.

"No, Kai, I would never…" she began, her voice breaking with emotion. But the words caught in her throat, choked by the weight of her own despair.

As the weight of Kai's accusation hung heavy in the air, a suffocating silence descended upon the room. The accusing noble stood triumphant, his smirk twisting with satisfaction as he watched the doubt and uncertainty spread like a virus among Cinder's friends.

But amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of defiance flickered in Cinder's eyes. Despite the crushing weight of betrayal and doubt, she refused to surrender to despair. With every ounce of strength she could muster, she pushed back against the accusations, her voice ringing out with a fierce determination.

"I swear on my life, I have never betrayed you," she declared, her words echoing through the room like a clarion call. "I would never betray any of you."

Her friends hesitated, their expressions caught between disbelief and longing, torn between the trust they once held in Cinder and the doubts sown by the noble's accusations. And as they searched her eyes for answers, Cinder could see the flicker of uncertainty warring with the bonds of friendship that had once bound them together.

But before the tension could escalate any further, a voice cut through the silence—a voice that carried with it a sense of authority and wisdom that demanded attention.

"It's not enough to swear your innocence, Cinder," Kai said, his voice low and solemn. "We need evidence. We need proof."

Cinder's heart sank at his words, the weight of his doubt crushing her spirit even further. But amidst the despair, a spark of determination ignited within her—a resolve to prove her innocence, no matter what the cost.

And so, with a heavy heart and tears still glistening in her eyes, Cinder turned away from her friends and set out on a journey to uncover the truth. For she knew that even if the road ahead was fraught with peril and uncertainty, she could not rest until her name was cleared and her honor restored.

And so, with each step she took, Cinder vowed to fight with every fiber of her being, to overcome the doubts and accusations that threatened to tear her world apart. For she knew that only by confronting the shadows of betrayal head-on could she hope to emerge victorious and reclaim the trust and friendship she held so dear. Masterlist

[pbear]

Yugioh OC Week Day 6: Link Vrains

Infodumping about my VRAINS OCs (Ravyn, Adira, Cyrus, Kai, Asher). They move to Den City together and live in the same apartment while going to school at the academy. Then, they end up getting somewhat involved in the plot. This is very long since there are five OCs so I'm putting four of them under the cut.

@ygoc-week

Ravyn Kusari

Ravyn is a girl with black hair that falls at her shoulders and dark brown eyes.

Very quiet. Opens up more around her friends though.

She's very intuitive and good at reading emotions, especially if she looks someone directly in the eye. Her friends call it her superpower.

She's a programmer which makes her useful in the virtual world.

Has a crush on Asher. Everyone but him knows about it.

Her and Adira are like sisters. Adira tries to pull her out of her comfort zone.

She relates to Kai a lot as two most reserved in the group.

She's probably the least closest with Cyrus. She knows he won't break Adira's heart but she'd be on him if he did.

Her VRAINS alias is Reaper

Her avatar has long with hair loosely tied in a twist braid and electric blue eyes. She dresses in black clothes and has a tattered gray cloak with chains trailing off it.

Ravyn also programmed herself a scythe with a glowing blue blade that can forcefully push someone out of the virtual world if they're hit with it.

Her and her friends use only Link monsters at first and then gain more summoning methods as they're introduced in the show.

Reaper uses a Midnight Deck. It revolves around DARK monsters that have effects that let you take control of your opponent's monsters and also give them the DARK attribute so you can use them for Link summons.

Later, she also runs Xyz monsters in her deck. Her ace is Thundero of the Stormy Skies, a giant stormcloud in the shape of a bird. She utilizes Rank-Up-Magic cards to bring out more powerful Xyz monsters.

Adira Tsuyoi

Adira is a tall girl with brown hair tied back in a ponytail most of the time and hazel eyes.

She's quite outgoing and outwardly friendly to people.

Like the support pillar of the group. Very empathetic.

Loves arts and crafts. She makes little things for her friends all the time like bracelets, small charms, or tiny clay statues.

She's dating Cyrus. Their friends gag anytime they do anything lovey-dovey. They work very well (absolute power couple getting things done together).

Adira is very protective of Ravyn and teases her about her crush. She cares about her a lot and her wellbeing overall.

She likes to poke fun at Asher

Kai's personality is very opposite of hers so she has a little more trouble connecting with him but she does care about him.

In the VRAINS, Adira goes by Windbreaker

Her avatar has auburn hair tied into twin braids, brown eyes, and she's dressed like an aviator (with the goggles, hat, jacket).

Her archetype is called Sky Surfer. It's a deck made up of WATER, WIND, and LIGHT monsters named after different weather phenomenons (sleet, breeze, sunset, etc.). Her Extra Deck monsters are named after phenomenons that are more geared towards natural disasters/intense natural events (typhoon, heat wave, blizzard, etc.)

Her deck revolves around increasing her monsters' ATK while decreasing the ATK of her opponent's monsters.

Later, she incorporates Xyz and Synchro monsters into her deck too. Her ace is the Synchro monster Sky Surfer - Thunderstorm.

Cyrus Hikari

One of two twins but him and his brother couldn't look more different. Cyrus has curly dark brown hair and brown eyes.

He's very charismatic and charming to people who first meet him. Natural born leader.

He's dating Adira and loves her very much. She supports him a lot which helps him accomplish more things.

Truly cares about his brother but sometimes overlooks him.

Enjoys talking to Asher. (I don't really have a dynamic for them yet)

Doesn't feel like he quite understands Ravyn, but he admires her skills.

His VRAINS persona is named Solarflare.

His avatar has his same curly brown hair and amber eyes. He wears armor that emits this yellow glow.

Cyrus uses a Flare Dragon deck that is a bunch of Light attribute dragons.

He starts out with only Link monsters but later it becomes a Ritual deck too with "Altar" ritual spells. His ace is the Ritual monster Galactic Flare Dragon.

(Clearly he's the one I have the least on)

Kai Hikari

Kai has red hair that's slightly wavy and dark green eyes.

He's pretty introverted and reserved. It's a lot easier for him to focus when he's by himself.

An artist. He mostly works with paper and pencil as his medium. Carries his sketchbook with him at all times.

Knows he's very different from his brother and feels like he's constantly in Cyrus' shadow with all his brother's accomplishments.

Confides in Ravyn sometimes and relates to her, especially when she struggles with her relationship with Asher.

Him and Asher are like the two bystanders that watch their friends' chaos go on from the sidelines.

Adira is more like Cyrus than Kai, very forward and whatnot. He's a little scared of her forwardness.

Kai's VRAINS persona is Inferno

His hair turns bright red and his eyes are blue. He wears this armor that looks like a flickering flame when he moves.

He uses a Flame deck. Its monsters range from tiny to giant beings made of fire. His deck focuses on dealing effect damage.

He later uses Synchro monsters in his deck. His ace is the Synchro monster Mafiaran the Underworld Flame.

Asher Kanashimi

Asher is one of the taller members of the group. He has wavy ginger hair and pale green eyes.

He's a musician and can play the guitar, piano, and flute.

Wants to write more songs but kind of lacks the inspiration to do so.

He's known Ravyn the longest. They met in second grade.

Knows how headstrong Adira is and doesn't try to stand in her way or stop her from teasing him.

Gets along with Cyrus and Kai. The twins are like two ends of a spectrum where Asher is the middle.

His VRAINS alias is Greyhound.

He's dressed like a racer in a purple and gray outfit. His hair becomes a sandy blonde but his eyes are still green.

His deck is called Mech-Canines. It's a bunch of mechanical dogs named after different breeds. Special Summoning from the Extra Deck is a big part of his deck because his monsters' effects activate when they're sent to the Graveyard or part of a Fusion Summon.

He later starts using Fusion monsters alongside Link monsters. His ace is the Fusion monster Mech-Canine Cerberus.

(I have not made any Link monsters for him though)

[words-of-the-witches-if]

The development blog for 'Words of the Witches', an 18+ Twine coded Interactive Fiction game by Arista Holmes.

Warning: This project will be slow to update, and no public demo will be available prior to January 2025 as I plan pray hope to enter the game into the 2024 Interactive Fiction Competition.

I may, however, be taking Alpha/Beta testers on at some stage.

The world is full of magic, if one only knows how to see.

All your life you've navigated the supernatural world by pretending that most of it doesn't exist. That you can't see the creatures in the dark, or the ghosts that everyone else walks through blindly.

That changed a little over a year ago when you met Jess, a powerful witch to a local coven, who was able to explain your shared heritage.

Magic.

Slowly Jess, with the help of their coven, has been teaching you how to use your powers and the more you learn, the more you're willing to openly acknowledge the Fae that flicker at the corners of your eye, the Otherkin who give subtle nods to acknowledge your presense, and the ghosts forgotten by the living humans they've left behind.

Everything was going well... until the demons came.

Frantically clawing themselves into existence, teeth gnashing and craving violence, they emerged in force throughout the city through gateways ripped open, like tears in the fabric of reality, pouring magic across the city.

The gateways lit the midnight sky ablaze, dashing streaks of peach, and orange across the gathered stormclouds, and painting dawn colours above the city hours before the sun would rise.

No one was prepared.

Covens across the city went to war.

Witches died by the dozen.

When closing the gateways failed, what remained of the witches of Toding came together in a last ditch effort to stop the demons cascading out into the human world like a plague.

The witches needed time; A way to halt the flow of demons until they could discover a way to banish them all back to the Underealm so they joined their magic, and cast a circle that sealed all magical creatures within the city limits.

And so a stalemate that transformed into a tentative truce fell across the city of Toding that has been reluctantly maintained for the last three months.

But as each day passes it grows ever more fragile.

The demons keep on killing, the witches grow more desperate, and every magical creature confined within the city limits is a powderkeg waiting to explode.

And right in the centre, still new to your magic, is you. A witch unaffiliated with a coven, at least officially, and one of the most powerful witches still alive in a city under the rule of the greater demons.

What you choose to do now, and who you choose to align with, may impact the lives of everyone in Toding; Witches, Demons, Fae, Otherkin, and magic-blind humans alike.

Customizeable MC

Ghostly Roomate & Best Friend.

Four Romance Options /w Player Chosen Genders.

Magical Races!

Choose Your Magical Path! You can learn 3 branches of magic (And possibly a secret 4th branch!)

Current Game Statistics

Wordcount With Code: 9,517

Estimated Word Count Without Code: 8,689

Estimated Word Count Per Playthrough: 2,000

Last Update: April 24th 2023

Brennan/Brenna Keane aka 'Ren

'Ren is a Fae who enjoys exploring the mortal realm. They don't collect true names, like many of their kind, and they sometimes offer their services to witches to help with rituals in exchange for trinkets that others might consider junk items. It was during one such exchange that 'Ren met the MC.

But 'Ren is curious, fun-loving, and flighty, so when the witches bound all magical creatures to the city of Toding, Ren went to ground. They have no love for demons, but they've chafed under the restrictions of the witches spell.

Despite feeling the strain of being chained to the city, that hasn't stopped 'Ren from exploring, watching, and listening as Toding has devolved into a warzone and the things that 'Ren may have overheard could be important.

Or they could be nothing more than unsubstantiated rumors, as valuable as the junk that hangs from chains around the Fae's neck. The value of 'Ren's knowledge is for you to decide, if you can convince them to give up their secrets.

Malekai/Malia Grimoor aka Mal

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Jesse/Jessamine De Membrey aka Jess

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Ashley/Ashleigh Carter aka Ash

Ash is an Otherkin; Specifically a concubus. They work as a bouncer at a local nightclub, and feed second hand from the sexual energy emitted from the dancers and random hookups that occur in and around the club.

They have a carefully cultivated look of "Approach me at your own risk" that helps them in their job, but doesn't do much for their social life, not that Ash particularly minds that.

Ash lives in the flat below the MC and has encountered them in passing, but Ash also does their best to stay out of Witch Business so hasn't interacted with the MC beyond the odd greeting.

[itsgirlcraft]

God, HOW did you know, Tumblr? How did you know I just got my meds refilled?!

Forgive me if this is more of a vent than informative, but this is probably the best place for this...

I...God, the past week was INSANE and it's all because of this. Because I'm diagnosed with ADHD and have a therapist and my pharmacy just. They didn't even have it. My mom was too stressed 2 weeks ago, so I had to call the pharmacy myself. But I didn't know what to do with that information. I don't even have my doctor's number.

I was already knee-deep in college work and couldn't take days off from my medication. I've managed to scrape together 3 pills over the past several months, just in case. And I had to use every last one last week. I barely got a week's worth of work done in two days. And then I used my last pill to try to enjoy Halloween. And I did! I did have fun! I did enjoy it! But I went to bed at midnight...and I had quite possibly the worst possible mental health episode I've ever had the next day.

Last Friday was the closest to depression I've ever been in months, years, even. Between being unmedicated, sleep-deprived, menstruating, and the anxiety of college constantly on my peripheral, I was in the worst state I've ever been in. I can't shower while unmedicated due to overstimulation, and I was already 4 or 5 days overdue for one.

I'm used to being more tired and anxious when unmedicated, but this was something worse. I was too tense to lay down, too tired to stand, and too anxious to be alone with my thoughts. The only coherent thoughts I had were my anxiety. Periodically I would break down crying as I realized how helpless I was to the passage of time, knowing I'd need to do college work soon again. I didn't know if my medication would ever come, and if I may have to drop out.

Two weeks ago, I'd had a severe anxiety attack that came back repeatedly, related to college. I was scared I wouldn't be able to do the reading for both classes, and I'd have to drop out of (ironically) my psychology class. Running out of medication following that was the worst possible scenario for my mental health. That anxiety came back throughout the week I was unmedicated and crescendoed horrifically on Friday.

Like stormcloud, my life's improved with medication and diagnosis, but monthly prescriptions still creep up on me. I thankfully can handle offbrand medication just fine, but my pharmacy has a tendency to be incredibly unreliable. Even if I stay on top of it, despite everything, it's still likely that they somehow forget or are late again. I haven't been able to transfer to a different one nor get an actual doctor. I've been stuck with pediatrician despite being 20.

anyways can we start recognizing adhd as an actual and serious disorder that

can affect on functioning in every day life so badly that it interferes with taking care of very basic human needs

is not 10 yrs old white boy exclusive disorder

is not a fake disorder created to benefit medicine companies

definitely should not be reduced to “kid who cant sit still and wont stop screaming” stereotypes because adhd has a whole fuckton of symptoms ranging from serious memory issues to fine motor control difficulties

[parkerbombshell]

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[butterflyintochains]

Late Bloomer AU: Dragons and Riders

Just a little rundown of who is bonded to what dragon in The Late Bloomer AU, real writing will be done once I'm better, promise!

Pre-War

King Viserys Targaryen - Balerion

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen - Syrax

Princess Daenaera Targaryen - Silverwing

Prince Daemon Targaryen - Caraxes

Lady Laena Velaryon - Vhagar

Ser Laenor Velaryon - Seasmoke

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen - Meleys

Prince Aegon The Elder - Sunfyre

Princess Helaena Targaryen - Dreamfyre

Prince Daeron Targaryen - Tessarion

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon - Vermax

Prince Lucerys Velaryon - Arrax

Lady Baela Targaryen - Moondancer

During The War

Ser Addam Waters - Seasmoke

Ser Alyn Waters - Vermithor

Prince Aemond Targaryen - Vhagar

Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen - Shrykos

Princess Jaehaera Targaryen - Morghul

Prince Joffrey Velaryon - Tyraxes

Lady Rhaena Targaryen - Morning

Prince Aegon The Younger - Stormcloud

Prince Viserys Targaryen - Midnight

Princess Visenya Targaryen - Destiny

Post-War

King Aegon III - Stormcloud

Queen Jaehaera - Morghul

Prince Viserys Targaryen - Midnight

Princess Visenya Targaryen - Destiny

Princess Regent Daenaera Targaryen - Silverwing

Ser Addam Velaryon - Seasmoke

Ser Alyn Velaryon - Vermithor

Princess Baela Targaryen - Moondancer

Princess Rhaena Targaryen - Morning

Unclaimed - Dreamfyre, in residence with Daenaera at Dragonstone.

Unclaimed - Shrykos, in residence in King's Landing.

[sunmoonjune]

petrichor

Long before the human species was born, there was another world. One of wonder and boundless imagination - in which beings of many forms walked the planet. Magic was commonplace and creatures of different species could wield it with an incredible ability.

This world was beautiful. Full of light and harmony, the species worked amongst each other without conflict and the earth thrived under their care. However, as the humans began to find their place amongst the creatures, the magic of the other world quickly seemed to fade. Humans were skeptical of other beings - they were frightened of their power and their magic.

And so the other world seemed to fade.

Disappearing beyond a veil of mist, the world of magic and imagination was hidden from human-kind. To protect the earth and its creatures, the world was separated and concealed from the eyes of those who did not seek to protect the life beyond. Only those who believed in the magic of the other world - those who so desperately longed for a life beyond the simplicity and corruption of the human world - were able to pass between realms and into the world of magic.

Into the world of Petrichor.

In this little world, creatures of both day and night coexist and share the lands of earth. Beyond the hidden veil of both light and shadow, the supernatural world awaits: vampires, werewolves, demons, angels, faeries - and so many more.

They’re waiting for you, won’t you join them?

As you push beyond the veil, feeling the world of humankind disappear behind you, a gentle hand stretches out to greet you. You can’t seem to make out their form, but their voice is kind and their presence comforting. Form shrouded by light, it seems as though no matter how you peer at them, their body will never be revealed to your eyes. The light warps around their form, bright and hot - as though the sun itself radiated from their skin. However, when you turn once more, it’s a glimpse of cool shadow and the shimmer of stars cloaking their skin. Both the brilliance of day and the comfort of night illuminate from the otherworldly being – as if they themself were both the sun and moon all at once.

They beckon you closer, softly coaxing you towards them. Stepping forward on shaky legs, waves of both apprehension and an unwavering curiosity push you onward. Quietly, the being encourages you to make your first decision and gestures towards the arching doorways beyond.

Each door is different from the last, decorated with golden celestial bodies and radiating with a warmth that settles soothingly in your chest. They are brilliant in a way you cannot fathom - brighter than the sun and darker than the night sky. Yet, they still radiate warmth and simmer with the touch of magic, a feeling you cannot describe with words.

You turn to face the being once more with a question in your eyes. You’re tempted to speak, but the words feel heavy on your tongue. However, the being seems to understand, and they hum softly to comfort the nerves that rattle beneath your skin.

“The choice is yours, my dear,” the voice murmurs. “Which adventure will you choose first?”

When you turn back to face the doorways before you, a new curiosity starts to build in your chest. Swelling vibrantly with the beginnings of that anxiously happy feeling that spawns at the beginning of a new adventure, you step towards the door that calls to you the strongest.

It seems as though the golden archway sings to you, calling out for your presence and pulling you toward it. Unable to pull yourself away from the feeling, a sense of longing begins to settle in your gut as you approach the door. The ornate details of the frame seem so familiar - as if you have seen them before, though you are quite sure you've never seen this otherworldly place before.

Your heart skips a beat, pulse racing with the hum of a new adventure, and you inhale deeply as you make your choice. Heart now set on the door of your choice, you take a step forward with determination and stride towards the arching entryway that called to you.

 *:･ﾟ Welcome to the Kingdom of Dawn! ･ﾟ:*

The golden doorway before you is glorious. With raised embellishments of rising suns across the head of the arch, you raise a hand to run a soft finger across the fading stars that decorate the sides. The metal is warm beneath your skin and it seems to hum under your touch, radiating with some kind of familiarity that you cannot comprehend. The heat of the morning seems to fill your chest, and the memory of early mornings and pinky orange skies filter through your mind. The serenity and calm of the first blush of daylight radiate from the doorway, settling under your skin with a soft touch.

When the doorway swings open with a slow and steady movement, a burst of warm air filters through the towering doorway. A sweet hum settles under your skin and ripples through your chest, making its home in the crevices of your heart. It sings strongly, nestling deep in your being and wrapping your form in an affectionate heat and reminding you of a home you long to return to. Your fingers buzz with some sort of electricity, feeling like the nerves have been lit beneath your skin. It is not painful - in fact, it’s a strangely comforting feeling.

“A soulbond,” the same, otherworldly voice from before, explains with a mystical voice. “Don’t fear it, lovely – it will keep you safe.”

You nod softly and turn to face the disembodied voice once more. “What happens now?” you question.

A sweet chuckle follows your inquisition and the sound is comforting. They motion towards the doorway, pushing you to enter.

“You’ve made your choice, my dear,” They whisper. “Now go – they’ve been waiting for you for far too long.”

The phantom sensation of hands on your skin nudges your back towards the doorway, but when you turn there’s no one there. Though, you do hear an amused chuckle from a distance when your brows furrow in confusion. 

The kingdom beyond the doorway of rising suns is ruled by the fiercest of Hell’s devils. The eight rulers of the kingdom after death are demons of great power. Their control over the seven rings of Hell is absolute, and they are not to be underestimated. But don’t be afraid, the High King of Hell has chosen you – and now he and his seven rulers await your call.

Another hand appears in the doorway, this time it’s more or less human. Their skin looks soft and their gesture kind. At the sight, the ‘bond’ in your chest hums in familiarity, as if you knew the form still shrouded in the darkness beyond the door. Their scent filters through your senses with the dregs of a memory you cannot touch. Every part of their body seems to call out to you, aching to bring you closer - to reconnect the part of your soul that had been parted from them. Waves of emotion overtake your body as their gentle hand reaches closer, longing to grasp your skin within their own.

Your stomach twists with butterflies and the excitement of a new adventure fills your chest, your own hand buzzing with the ache to intertwine your fingers. As the doorway shines with the warmth of dawn and the body beyond the shadow awaiting your decision, you take a deep breath in through your mouth to settle your excited nerves and step closer to the doorway.

Will you take his hand? 

*:･ﾟ Welcome to the Kingdom of Night! ･ﾟ:*

As you pass by the golden doorway adorned with symbols of rising suns, your eyes are drawn towards another arching entryway. In comparison to the first, the shining metal of the curved structure is embellished with figures of the night sky. Along the twisted pillars that stand upright on either side of the entryway, there are little stars hidden behind clouds. Constellations filter across the ochre framework, littering the material as stars do in the night sky. Along the head of the doorway, the phases of the moon arch over your head. The full moon shines brightly in the center, brilliantly radiating among the other shapes - as if its prominent figure holds more importance than the other phases.

You allow your finger to run over one of the raised embellishments of a star and feel a strange hum echo through your being. It makes you shiver, as though electricity spiked each of your nerve endings and set them alight. It’s not an unwelcome feeling, however. Soon after the buzz of electricity fades, a soothing hum settles over your skin in a comforting wave of relief. The tips of your fingers still hum with that new murmur of heat and you strangely find that you like it.

The strange, otherworldly voice returns to your mind, as though you’re not hearing them aloud. They chuckle softly, as if they know something you do not, and the sound makes your chest warm. You turn to face them, despite not being able to take in their form, brows raised to question the mirth in their voice.

“Hmm,” they hum kindly, ushering you closer toward the doorway. “Another soulbond - it seems you are deeply loved in every universe, my dear.”

Their words only seem to confuse you more. Unable to find the words to question their confession, they hum softly again and offer you another gentle nudge in the direction of the door adorned with the symbols of the night sky.

You feel your pulse skip a beat as you step closer. The electricity from before returns, fizzling in the space that lingers between you and the golden door. A question is on the tip of your tongue, aching to spill forth, and you turn your head over your shoulder once more to question the being of both the sun and moon.

“What do I do?” You murmur, the familiar hum of anxiety beginning to prick at your chest.

The sun-moon being offers a sweet laugh, settling your twisting stomach with a comforting sound. They gesture towards the handle of the door, your eyes turning back to the ornate structure.

“Everything,” they murmur kindly. “And nothing. Your choice has been made - by the beat of your heart, this universe has called for you.”

You suck in a breath. Chest thumping with the beat of your heart, you feel the knob beneath your hand begin to shift as you turn the cool metal. The buzz in your veins returns tenfold, lighting each nerve along your arm.

“Don’t keep them waiting too long, lovely.” the voice returns, murmuring their final words into your mind, for you alone to hear. Their gentle hands nudge your back and with a strange sensation, you realize there's no one actually touching you - just phantom fingers grazing your skin. 

Beyond the doorway of night skies and phases of the moon, lies a kingdom of magic and creatures that prowl beneath the sky of the full moon. The world is ruled by predators of the night and the eight werewolves that linger just beyond the doorway have long been awaiting your presence. The pack of stray kids formed under their unbreakable Alpha are immovable forces of nature. They guard their pack with a ferocity many creatures cannot match. And they’re waiting for you.

You can’t help the way your lips pull into a sweet smile

When a hand reaches out from the shadowed depths of the golden archway, their gentle fingers awaiting your hand, you feel that new buzz of electricity size vibrantly within you. It hums beneath your skin and feels warm and familiar. Though you’re sure you’ve never met this new person, their form feels all too comforting and memorable. The ‘bond’ in your chest surges upon sight of their hand, as though it aches to pull you towards them - to intertwine the red strings that bind you together. With that sweet murmur of heat radiating from their skin, waiting patiently for you, you step forward with your breath caught in your throat.

Will you take his hand?

a/n: this is a sort of choose your own adventure style masterlist to the petrichor universes! each link will take you to a separate maser list for either world, where you’ll find info about the world and the boys as well as the creatures, and links to the fics in those universes! 

taglist updates: 

if you’d like to be tagged for updates in this universe please let me know! also please specify if you want to be tagged for both kingdom of dawn and kingdom of night pieces or just one! thank you so much lovelies <3

*extra shoutout to the anon who gave the brilliant idea for the name petrichor! all the love to you my dear <33

[mistyeyesofthemountainpeaks]

Truth be told, I didn’t expect this to have been real. What is “this” you ask? Let me rewind about a week ago. There had been a rather recent uproar of so called ‘dragon sightings’. Several hikers in the area had claimed to have seen tracks, and nesting sites. I honestly didn’t think anything of it, just people getting excited over what was likely a large lizard or some poorly tended campfire. My skepticism only increased when I had received a summons to the ‘grand council of dragons’ to be held a week from the reception of the delivery of the letter, atop ‘the stormcrow spire’. It wasn’t until an actual dragon the size of a sedan landed on my roof while I was doing laundry that I realized this was serious.

“We are almost there.” Rumbled the creature, Cormaranth, if I recall. The council had been called by one named ‘Fastyris’. Apparently a much larger female, who my companion had described as an archdragon of the sun and moon. While I have no idea what that meant, I didn’t feel like arguing with a flying fire breather.

“And what exactly is a stormcrow?” I asked over the howling wind, noticing a peak that, according to maps, didn’t exist.

“Look there, between the southern sky and the peak, at the clouds.” Cormoranth replied, tilting his head to indicate the direction I should look.

There I saw it, what at first I had indeed taken for little more than stormclouds flew a massive crow. It appeared to be made of the cloud itself, as if the storm itself was alive, as it looked in our direction with an electric gaze, the sky above us darkened, and the crow vanished with a clap of thunder.

Looking up, a dragon many times the size of Cormaranth flew above us, it’s underbelly the color of aged ivory, the membrane of its wings fading from that to a deep, midnight black. At its chest, there was a dark purple breastplate, though if it was indeed a breastplate or a natural armor that the creature had grown, I could not tell, instinctively, I knew this to be the one who had called this council, the archdragon of the sun and moon, Fastyris.

Cormaranth circled the spire, a peak that had a large cavern inside, and waited for Fastyris to land, before entering the council room himself, dropping me at the center before leaving, all around, perched and sprawled, were five enormous dragons. Fastyris herself, sitting much like one would see a hawk or falcon, upon a large pillar of what appeared to be black onyx, her presence in the room demanding respect and even reverence, looked down upon me, her gaze not of one who saw herself above the bounds of mortality, but of one who had seen the rise and fall of the aeons. I found myself bowing, and I heard a deep, melodic rumble, before a voice that seemed to emanate from the very stone itself spoke.

“There is no need for such formality, son of Adam. You have been summoned, sit, and hearken. For you are hear to learn, and to take part in the coming ages.” As she spoke, she shifted her tail, revealing a table and chair, made from the same black stone as the pillar upon which she held herself, I obeyed, finding myself to be far more comfortable than one would expect from a stone chair.

Just as I had gotten comfortable, a voice older than time itself spoke, and a green dragon, with horns that looks as though they were made of wood, gnarled and twisted, raised its head

“The council is gathered, the human chosen, Fastyris, what is your purpose?”

You are surprised when you suddenly get a letter inviting you, a plain human, to take a seat on the grand council of dragons

[bard-druid-multiclass]

❧ FORTUNATA ELISSIRIO

Shadar-Kai Cleric of Tempests and Sorceress of Storms

❧ Tarokka Card: The Darklord

❧ Major Arcana: The Tower

❧ MBTI: Assertive Commander (ENTJ-A)

IN MATTERS OF PERSON…

❧ Age: Beyond the measure of time

❧ Gender: Feminine AFAB

❧ Romantic Orientation: Women

❧ Sexuality: Lesbian

❧ Tadpoled?: Yes

❧ Height: 5’11” (~180cm)

❧ Hair Color: Midnight black

❧ Iris Color: Stormcloud grey

❧ Sclera Color: Black

❧ Tattoos?: Yes

❧ Makeup?: Yes

❧ Facial Hair?: No

❧ Pubic Hair?: Yes

IN MATTERS OF WAR…

❧ Alignment: NE

❧ Weapon of Choice: A mace of cruel design

❧ AC: 19

❧ Armor Proficiency: L/M/H, Shield

❧ Spell Save DC: 17

❧ CR: 17

❧ Violent or Tame?: Violent

❧ Merciful or Cruel?: Cruel

❧ Diplomatic or Commandeering?: Commandeering

❧ Magic or Martial?: Mixed

❧ Finesse or Brutality?: Brutality

❧ Opportunism or Etiquette?: Opportunism

❧ Wary or Fearless?: Fearless

❧ Fear response?: Fight

❧ A knife in the front or a knife in the back?: Front

❧ The swift death or the slow demise?: Swift death

IN MATTERS OF PEACE…

❧ Place of Origin: The Shadowfell, Unknown Region

❧ Current Residence: None

❧ Occupation: Cleric

❧ Family, Living: None

❧ Family, Dead: None

❧ Religious?: Yes (Talos)

❧ Romance?: Yes (Karlach)

❧ Compassion or Dispassion?: Dispassion

❧ Vociferous or Reticent?: Reticent

❧ Obedient or Recalcitrant?: Recalcitrant

❧ Fatalist or Self-Determining?: Self-Determining

❧ Optimist or Pessimist?: Optimist

❧ Angelic or Red-Handed?: Red-Handed

❧ Patient or Impatient?: Impatient

❧ Laconic or Loquacious?: Laconic

❧ Fickle or Unwavering?: Unwavering

❧ Devout or Areligious?: Devout

❧ Wild or Controlled?: Controlled

❧ Temperamental or Hard to Anger?: Temperamental

❧ Resolved or Indecisive?: Resolved

OPINIONS ON…

❧ Undead?: Neutral

❧ Celestials?: Neutral

❧ Elementals?: Positive

❧ Beasts?: Neutral

❧ Fiends?: Neutral

❧ Humanoids?: Neutral

❧ Aberrations?: Neutral

❧ Monstrosities?: Neutral

❧ Constructs?: Neutral

❧ Dragons?: Positive

❧ Giants?: Positive

❧ Oozes?: Neutral

❧ Plants?: Neutral

❧ Fey?: Neutral

❧ Magic?: Positive

BIOGRAPHY:

To be updated

[riteshchauhan]

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[fanfictionisusuallylife]

Starlight

❤ ao3 link in reblogs ❤

ship: iwaizumi hajime/oikawa tooru

words: 515

tags: Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Colours

summary:

When Iwaizumi sees himself, he sees blue.

When he sees Oikawa, all he can see is white.

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Oikawa is white.

Iwaizumi is blue; his friends are green, yellow, red, purple.

But Oikawa is white.

Iwaizumi has met people of all colours. All his life, he’s been surrounded by rainbows - his mother is a shimmering emerald, and her green leeches into her ivy smiles and mossy laugh. She raised him blue; he wouldn’t be the colour he is were it not for her.

When Iwaizumi looks in the mirror, he sees sapphire, midnight, pastel, all swirling in him, making him a rough light hue. It’s him.

He’s met all kinds of colours, but he’s never met white.

And then Oikawa is in front of him. He’s 8 years old, and he’s got a band-aid over his nose. He’s glittery, and smiling, and he’s white.

Iwaizumi doesn’t really understand it. Not yet. He understands that Oikawa is different, and rare, but there’s so much more to it that he doesn’t yet know.

He’s twelve, and Oikawa is still next to him. He’s not managed to get rid of him, so he’s given up. 

The white pisses him off. It’s blinding, like opening blackout curtains to a snow-covered lawn. Sun glints off of the blankets of crisp ice, and staring for too long gives him a migraine, but he can’t look away.

The white pisses him off, but he’s gotten used to it. He can’t look straight at it, so he directs his attention elsewhere - at girls and sports and TV.

He doesn’t understand yet how blinding the white will become.

He’s sixteen. They’ve got friends now, but they’re still attached at the hip, and he’s grown to love it. The white is gleaming ever so slightly, and he’s learning to focus on it. There’s still nothing quite as stark as Oikawa, no-one else whose colour is as pure as his.

Iwaizumi has still never met anyone else who was white.

He’s starting to understand, but he can’t accept it.

He’s twenty. He’s on one side of the world, and his white is on the other; a twelve hour flight separates them, and yet it’s dazzling halos of starlight that he sees when he thinks of going home. Video calls still stun him.

And now he understands.

Without the glow beside him, the white he’s forgotten how to forget, his life is grey. Other people aren’t vibrant. Even his own blue is tempered, bleak, more like stormcloud than sky.

It’s not that he depended on the white. It’s more like he grew too fond, and once it disappeared, he realised how much he’d taken for granted. How much he’d grown to need.

And then Oikawa is in front of him. He’s twenty-seven years old, and he’s got a gold medal slung over his shoulders. He’s glittery, and smiling, and he’s white.

His smile is genuine, truly, and Iwaizumi has missed it.

Something long-awaited clicks, and Iwaizumi doesn’t just understand. He preaches, and he worships, and he understands.

And then he looks into brown eyes, and he sees something small in them; a reflection of his own, sparkling white.

And nineteen years begin to make sense.

[meta-knight-is-bisexual]

*crashes through a wall* HI. ME. HERE.

SO. I have this funny headcanon with baby meta knight. OF COURSE he’s nightmare’s fucked up kid, obviously, but Also. nightmare didn’t want to raise this fucking baby so instead of doing anything normal like getting a babysitter, he made a whole ass man. aka, fofa. y’all know fofa, the monster from the anime at was split in half to become fololo and falala(jk you probably don’t remember them and if you do I’m gonna kiss you on the li-). anyways, fofa is much more metas parent than nightmare, and primarily raises him when he’s young. nightmare tries to separate fofa and meta as he gets older, but they always try to stick together <33 until, you know, meta escapes and fofa gets fucking sliced and diced lmao. anyways, I made some doodles for this on call with my partner, enjoy baby meta!!!