#the trickster. that's me! / mirage.

[milkteabinniechan]

♡The Trickster's Treasure - Felix

MINORS DNI 18+ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: pixie! Felix x afab! reader

summary: In a mystical forest, you venture deeper than usual, drawn by enchanting sounds. Unbeknownst to you, a mischievous pixie observes you from the branches above. He delights in playing tricks, creating illusions and leading you astray with mirages of shimmering paths but soon you become lost...

warnings: hallucinations, mild panic attack, Felix is a little troublemaker

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, dancing shadows through the forest, your feet were starting to grow weary. You tilted your head up to the canopy of trees and tried to remember how you ended up here in the first place. Look high and look low, will you find me or find madness? You'll never know!

A small, taunting voice reverberated through the forest. Music. Music had been what drew you to these woods. Some kind of mystical, fantastical melody.

But now the melody has ceased and you were left with only the sounds of the forest. As nightfall consumed the flora and fauna, the once welcoming wood had suddenly taken on a very sinister appearance. Where once sunlight filtered through the leaves and illuminated the forest floor, now moonlight drenched the hardened oak trees and jagged rocks that lined your path.

Suddenly, a darkened underbrush opened up and cleared the way to a small path.

This way! Go this way!

That voice again. A playful, mischievous little voice that seemed to come from all directions. You looked around to find no other path available. Against your better judgment, you decided to listen to this mystery voice and walk down the small path.

As you walked, a new melody started up. A soft, inviting sound of harpsichord and piano keys. But where was it coming from? You quickened your pace down the small trail and the music seemed to grow louder. Slowly, your footsteps hastened to a run as the music intensified. Louder and louder it grew. Your ears pounded with the sound but your feet continued onward, determined to find the source of the sound. You covered your ears from the volume when, without warning, it stopped.

Silence. Nothing but silence all around you. Not even the sound of leaves crunching or birds chirping anymore. An ear-splitting silence that filled your eardrums worse than the music you had been following.

“Hello?! Can anyone hear me?!” You shouted. At least, you hoped you were shouting. You fell to your knees, your hands still covering your ears.

Tears started to coat your eyes as your mind raced with all the possibilities of what your life could be now. You couldn't even remember how you got here. What if a witch has cursed you? Your mother had always warned you about witch's curses. About the music they would play at night to lure small children into the forest to eat them. But you weren't a child anymore. What if you fell and hit your head? You could be dreaming now. But your body aches from running. And your arms were scraped up from tree branches. What if the whole world was silent now? What if you had fallen into a horrible, other-worldly dimension filled with unspeakable horribles that you could never escape from-

Yay! That was fun!

You shook yourself out of your spiral and turned your head to find a small, winged creature resting on your shoulder. He giggled playfully as he floated up in front of your eyesight. Your eyes widened slightly as you took in the sight of his wings, their delicate iridescence shimmering in the forest moonlight. You reach out a hand slowly, as if approaching a skittish animal.

“What are you…?”

You kept your hand out in front of him and he perched himself on your index finger. He smiled and tilted his head, seemingly surprised that you didn't know what he was.

“Tell you what, if you play another game with me then I'll tell you what I am.” His grin quickly turned prankish.

“Another game?” Your face twisted with disgust. “I'm just trying to find my way back home.”

The small creature sighed softly, swinging his legs back and forth on your index finger. “Well, that's no fun! You can't go home yet! We were just getting started!” He giggled louder now.

“Don't you remember when I changed the direction of those paths? And you went in circles for hours? So funny!”

Your face turned beet red, your patience now running thin at the sight of this tiny creature and his games.

“That was you?!” You shouted. “Why would you do that?!”

The pint-sized creature held his stomach and laughed heartily. He pointed one finger and continued to giggle and guffaw at your expense, nearly falling off of your finger. Your patience now fraying at the edges, you shook your hand and brushed the tiny man off your finger.

“I'm leaving!” You yelled, stomping your foot for emphasis.

The creature suddenly ceased his laughter and flew close to your face. “Wait!” He waved his tiny arms rapidly. “I'm sorry! Don't go! It's been so long since I had someone to play with!” His eyes were round and pleading. “Just one more game! And I'll show you the way home, oh please!” He pressed his tiny hands together and begged.

You let out a deep, defeated sigh. It was not as though you had much choice but to trust him. There was no way you could find the path towards home on your own. You gave the miniscule creature a firm nod, holding your index finger up.

“First, you tell me your name and what you are. Then we can play a game. Deal?”

“Deal!” He fluttered around your face excitedly. His little wings flapping and vibrating with anticipation. “I'm a pixie!” He said proudly, puffing out his chest as he spoke. “And my name is Felix!”

Your eyes grew large as the realization of your situation sunk in. Faeries and pixies were among the many stories that your mother had told you. You just never thought they would be this much… trouble.

“Alright, Felix. What game shall we play?”

Felix thought for a moment, stroking his chin in deep thought. Then his face split into a devious smile.

“Hide and Seek! You count and I'll hide! Ready?”

You hadn't played hide and seek since you were a child. With work and taking care of your family, there never really was time for games anymore. A smile surprisingly appeared on your lips as you agreed to count while Felix flew off to hide. You start counting, your voice steady despite the urge to rush through the numbers. One… two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... TEN! You open your eyes and scan the area, searching for any sign of the tiny pixie. You tilt your head back once more, squinting up at the canopy above, searching for any movement among the leaves. You then crouch down, examining the undergrowth and behind logs, your voice growing more playful with each failed attempt.

“Not under here... not behind this bush…” You were actually having fun. You couldn't believe it, you could hardly recognize the sound of your own laughter tumbling out from beneath your own chest.

Felix’s laughter once again echoed through the forest. The sound of his jovial giggling bouncing and ricocheting off every branch and fallen log.

You'll never catch me!

Suddenly you stop dead in your tracks. You feel the stillness of the woods again but this time you are not afraid. Instead you reach your hand back to your left shoulder. You slowly reach back, gently grasping Felix in your large hand. “Ah-ha!” You bring him down to eye level, a victorious grin spreading across your face. “Gotcha!”

Felix laughs playfully once more. His excited squeals make you laugh loudly as well. The sounds mingle together in a perfect childlike harmony that you had forgotten was possible.

“I'll show you the way home now, human. But promise you'll come back to visit me? You're fun to play with!”

You opened your hand and watched Felix flutter from your palm and hover in front of your nose. You smiled and agreed to come back soon. As long as he doesn't trick you again.

“I promise!” Felix answered quickly, his fingers crossed behind his back.

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[myinnerartist]

Hey hey its me, load!

Coming at you with an idea i had for Mirage that anyone can use if you want to!

But consider;

What if Mirage didn't belong to anyone? What if Mirage genuinely was just a random familiar type of creature that followed the boys?

And what if the boys DO NOT LIKE mirage because of the SPECIFIC type of creature she is?

Because in their situation, they need to reserve their magic. They need to restrain from using as much magic as they can.

But then this little shit is a creature that may be powerful, but it's by STEALING magic from others.

And they are TRICKSTERS. But what if they do it by feeding into your wishes? Desires? What if they can't truly steal your magic without a twisted form of a consent.

Do not EVER reveal your desires or wishes to or with them, not even let your guard down, or they'll invade your dreams. they'll use it as consent to steal your magic and give you whats practically an ILLUSION of your desire or wish being granted.

Pls imagine our sassy queen as a weaker version of a genie taht is basically a scam artist. This idea makes me smile from the silly interactions that could happen.

Imagine mirage ignoring ava at first cause no magic? No need to acknowledge you.

Then ava becomes her favorite and likes to hang out with her the most but also useing ava as a sheild because ava likes Mirage and won't let the boys do anything to mirage and yeehaw.

Imagine living in world with NO magic, with no foreseeable way home, with someone who is the person with is So, god damn kind, you dont know how to interact with them properly, and you need to reserve your magic.

While ALSO living with a little shit that wants to steal your magic but is protected by that oh so kind individual.

Anyway thats just an silly idea I've had ENJOYYYY.

[concord-a]

Do I stay in Light?

We have: Emperors, Biblically Accurate Angels, Horrors in Plain Sight, Creepy Statues, Subverting Tropes (things in the light are scary vs things in the shadows)

BUTTTTT

Earth has: Opening Ancient Tombs, Things Hidden in the Crust, Mountains Are Scary, Excavation Horror

Ice has: The Thing, Permafrost Monsters, Freezing in Max Security Prison, Tundra Wastelands

Lightning has: Non-Tundra Wastelands, Survival of the Fittest, Capitalism, Bad Trips on Cacti, Freaky Mirages

And as you can tell, I have a Thing for horror and tying it into my clan. I've been in Ice and Earth before but mmmmm idk.

Here are other flights I've considered based on their horror aesthetics.

Arcane has: Legit Cosmic Horror, Things From Deep Space, Too Much Magic is a Bad Thing (never been in this one, pink unfortunately isn't my jam)

Nature has: Plants Using Corpses for Deception, Carnivorous Sentient Flowers, Living Rot, Using Living Things as Fertilizer (my first flight, 420 my dudes)

Plague has: Meaty Things, Obvious Body Horror, Eyes Where They Shouldn't Be, Teeth Where They Shouldn't Be (another former flight of mine, great for vulture culture enthusiasts like myself)

Water has: Dark Fathoms, Thalassophobia, Body Crushing Depths, Alien-Like Creatures in the Abyss, Everything is Too Big Down Here (considered for flight change because I'm actually afraid of the deep ocean, but don't vibe with the eye color)

Wind has: Unrelenting Cyclones, Woah That's Way Too High Up, Did That Sound Come From Nearby or Super Far Away (ngl the color scheme does nothing for me, but I hear the peeps here are nice)

Fire has: Eternal Hellish Heat, Don't Trip Into the Lava, Pyroclastic Conflagration, Abandoned Lava Tubes and the Things Living in Them, Are Those Statues or the Basalt Encrusted Dead (same as wind, just not my aesthetic at all)

Shadow has: Liquid Death Goop, Shadowy Specters, Ambiguously Friendly Tricksters, Lost in a Dark Forest, Circus = Clowns (I love the primal eyes but once again, purple isn't my aesthetic)

[touyas-multi-purpose-saline]

DAY XXIII. — CANNIBALISM (TRICKSTER AU)

cw: Cannibalism, Gore, Graphic Descriptions of Flesh, Begging, Homestuck Reference, Teasing, Slightly Out of Character Touya, Usage of Quirks, Trickster! Touya, Yandere Undertones, Implications of a Backstory with Touya, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: Yes, I was once a Homestuck fan, and Tricksters have forever left a mark on my brain. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.1k words.

“Do it! Do it!” 

You’re screaming, but Touya isn’t listening. He’s cackling, pressing your body to the hardwood floor, digging the dome of your head into the ground, stone, it hurts, and he’s getting loftier by the second. He’s colorful, blazing, a rainbow of colors that you squint and strain against, that makes you nauseous, carsick, and you’re choking on blood that isn’t even in the back of your throat. Saliva is thick, but Touya is real. His eyes are like moons, disco balls blasting hues spectrum red to red, and you wonder if he can truly see you in front of him. Touya’s grip tightens, but you shake your head. 

“No! Get off of me, Touya!” 

The words stay hidden behind glued teeth, a seal press that doesn’t want to pop loose because you see that strange glint in Touya’s eyes. You don’t know what it means, but you sure as hell don’t want to risk it. If you risk it, then it’s all over. You can’t open your mouth, no matter how hard he slams his thumb and index finger into the hovels of your jawbone. You think there are clouds around him, maybe more colors, sparkles, or glitter, or just a mirage of things that don’t quite make sense. A Quirk, somebody must have used their Quirk on him, but it’s terrifying. You don’t know how to fix him, what will make him stop. 

“Nuh-uh! Not until you open your mouth!”

You thrash at his squeal, and both of your legs are flailing and kicking out. Touya gets thrown off balance, but he decides to topple onto you and whine. 

“No!” 

“Big baby! Open your mouth!” 

He smells sweet, really sweet. He’s like a candy shop—he looks like candy. He’s drenched in it, candies of all kinds. Peppermint, gum, lollipops, mints, and so many more. They’re all over his body, skin a vibrant pink, hair a luscious green, and his eyes glow. They’re swirling with white worms, coiling, and you can’t help but find yourself sinking into their baby blue. He’s like a child, Touya’s acting like a child. His voice is still so deep, rough, but there’s a pitch to him that you haven’t heard in—in, you haven’t—

Touya uses his hold on your head to lift your body a fraction and pummel it back down. The thundering electricity, the momentary numbing sting, it fills your lungs and you can’t help it—you gasp. 

“Ha ha! You fell for it!” 

You don’t get the chance to comprehend what’s happening before Touya’s free hand is shoved into your mouth. Fingers wriggle in deep, you gag, and Touya starts petting the flat of your tongue a few strokes before he starts pushing something down your throat. It’s sweet, sour, spicy, bitter, and every other taste your weak mind could conjure—flesh, Touya’s flesh. When did he get that? Where did he pull that off of? His staples knock against the back of your teeth, you feel chipped, broken porcelain, and Touya just starts giggling like a little schoolgirl. He’s elated, joyful, and he leans over your body close enough, and you can feel him start to kick his feet into the air. His pressure on your body hurts, he’s suffocating you, but you’re too busy feeling the horror crawling under your skin. 

That slime of his flesh, it’s not there, it’s just your spit, and it melts in your mouth just like cotton candy. He’s candy, he’s genuine candy, and the thought is twisting your stomach. 

“Do you like it? Do ya? Say something!” 

You swallow, you don’t want to, but it happens and you start hiccuping. You just ate a piece of Touya’s flesh. You just—

“Fine. Then try another piece.” 

Touya doesn’t let you interject, he just retracts his fingers from your mouth, silly string tugging along like a ventriloquist against the fingertips, and you cough. The hefty gobs of saliva snap and slap your chin, neck, chest, and you wince. Touya doesn’t stop, he just hooks the fingers digging into your face in deep so that you can’t close your mouth again, and then he touches the burns on that arm. You stare in abhor, looking so frantically into Touya’s eyes, but there’s no thoughts staring back at you whenever he begins drumming his fingers against his limb. Once, twice, thrice, and the fourth measure is whenever he stops and claws. 

Nothing can describe the way your mind reels whenever you watch the smiles of his flat nails shovel into his flesh, underneath warbled and wrinkled burns, burns that are a mottled lavender, and pull. Touya flays his flesh off, peeling it like a newborn scab, and you watch pink, red, blue, and purple powder—sugar—spill from the wounds. He’s sand, he’s dust, he’s ash, and he’s pulling his flesh off like a piece of frazzled licorice. Touya just comes apart so easily, and he’s laughing, rocking his own socks off, and he’s swinging his head side to side like a seesaw, humming and singing the rhythm of some old children’s nursery rhyme. Both of your eyes are wide open, goodnight moon, and you can’t do anything as you watch Touya yank his flesh up and high, fruit by the foot, and you feel like you’re going to be sick. The scent of sweets, the sugar, the caramelized sodium, and Touya jerks off the piece of flesh like tape. 

It snaps, you can hear the sound, like a rubber band being thrummed, but the sound dies in the shells of your ears whenever Touya yelps and snaps his fingers forward like a viper. The longer rope of flesh flops around like a wet and soggy noodle, but it’s not the same, it’s dry, and white cream smears on the parts of your body that it touches. The sensations make you gag all over again, but that gives Touya ample opportunity to shove the flesh into your mouth, and down down down down the hatch it goes. He screams in delight. 

“Ohhh! Haha, if you like that, then you can eat the rest of me! But you have to promise you’ll take bites of me willingly if you want me to let you go! Okay, okay, you big baby? Eat me up! Eat me! I want you to eat me! Do it! Do it!” 

Candy floods your senses, blood sugar spikes, black splotches dot your vision, spasms, aches, and Touya’s begging is the last thing you see before rainbows sparkle into darkness—the flavor overwhelming, Touya, and 

“Eat me! Eat me eat me eat me eat me! Eaaaaaaaat meeee!” 

And his flavor is the last thing you remember. 

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hey I see with my eyes U have ur requests open it's the Basim anon here if your still open to writing him before Mirage comes out

Can I get Basim x gn!reader where evior introduces the two or hcs if basim has a s/o related to evior or is part of ravensthorpe

idm which (i did see correct that ur requests where open right if i saw wrong plz delete this or ignore it)

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Honestly I really do feel like the most dynamic AC writer here with the way I write for just about anyone lol. I wasn't really sure what you wanted to see from this because you weren't very specific but I hope you're happy with what I came up with :) 𝐂𝐇𝐀��𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Basim Ibn Ishaq 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

｡･:*˚:✧｡basim ibn ishaq

♡ in all honesty, Basim mostly sticks to his own building with Hytham and only socialises when necessary for things like shopping on the market or trade so he doesn't really talk all that much around Ravensthorpe.

♡ but, he can't escape talking when Eivor comes along to introduce you as her cousin from her father's side. He was formally polite with you to begin with but quickly found you sweet as you filled him with pride by taking an interest in how he and his apprentice had decorated their assigned building in the settlement with decor of their own lands.

♡ growing up in Norway, of course you had been trained in combat; but here in this building, you were exposed to a new form of combat, one of stealth and it interested you greatly. When you asked Basim to teach you, he was more than happy to do so providing you were to respect the tenets of the Hidden Ones.

♡ you were an excellent student and Basim truly did enjoy teaching you. He finds himself learning much more about Norway through you and he relishes time spent with you as you keep the voice of the trickster in his head at bay.

♡ he hopes that he will not lose himself so that he can stay with you.

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[arandomaquarius]

~Request Rules!~

Please read all of this post thoroughly before you request anything, thx much appreciated <3

Fandoms I will write for now

•DC (I won’t go by canon often though, and I won’t do Arrowverse)

•Transformers (Bayverse, ROTB/Knightverse and TFP)

•Undertale AUs

•Gravity Falls

•FNAF (only 1, 2, 4, and SB. Maybe movie when the sequel comes out)

DC Characters I will write for now (main characters not side characters)

•Pied Piper/Hartley Rathaway

•Trickster I/James Jesse

•Captain Cold/Leonard Snart

•Wally West/Flash III/Kid Flash

•Triplicate Girl

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Transformers Characters (No Comics!)

•Knockout (Tfp)

•Breakdown (Tfp)

•Wildbreak (RiD15)

•Soundwave (Tfp, RiD15)

•Starscream (Tfp, RiD15)

•Megatron (Tfp)

•Dreadwing (Tfp)

•Skyquake (Tfp)

•Shockwave (Tfp)

•Predaking

•Darksteel

•Skylynx

•Optimus Prime (Bay, Knight/ROTB, Tfp, RiD15)

•Bumblebee (Bay, Knight/ROTB, Tfp, RiD15)

•Ratchet (Bay, Tfp, RiD15)

•Ironhide (Bay)

•Jazz (Bay, RiD15)

•Bulkhead (Tfp, RiD15)

•Crosshairs (Bay)

•Drift (Bay, RiD15)

•Slipstream (RiD15)

•Jetstorm (RiD15)

•Mirage (ROTB/Knight)

•Hotrod (Bay)

•Hound (Bay)

•Grimlock (RiD15)

•Wheeljack (Tfp)

•Ultra Magnus (Tfp)

•Smokescreen (Tfp)

•Windblade (RiD15)

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I'll pretty much do any Undertale AU, preferably Sans but other characters are welcome!

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Gravity Falls Characters

•Grunkle Stan

•Mabel Pines

•Dipper Pines

•Bill Cipher

•Rev!Dipper (Mason Gleeful)

•Rev!Mabel (Mabel Gleeful)

•Rev!Bill Cipher (Will Cipher)

•FightFalls!Dipper

•FightFalls!Mabel

•FightFalls!Bill Cipher (Kill Cipher)

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What I Will Write

•Fluff

•Hurt/No Comfort

•Angst (character death included)

•Hurt/Comfort

•Headcanons

•Drabbles

•Scenarios

•One-shots

•Platonic

•Romantic (depends on the character, but I’ll do it for most)

•Crackfics

•character x reader

•character x character

•m/m, f/f, m/f etc

•gn reader

•fem reader

•Cybertronian reader

•specific species reader

•some dark topics (I’ll let you know if it’s too much)

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What I Will Not Write

•NSFW (there are plenty of other blogs for this, do not ask me. However, I might put a few suggestive things in)

•Rape/assault (I am willing to write reactions to it in hcs or imply it, but I won’t explicitly state it)

•character x oc

•uhhh I forget what it’s called but like cyborg reader or like half-human-half-cybertronian reader

I am willing to write characters being sexist, racist, transphobic, homophobic, and overall bigots. I DO NOT support it. However, I strive to keep things real in my writing, and those things do unfortunately occur. It is something I face every day, and I’m sure you do too. These people exist and I am simply acknowledging that.

You may request now! Remember to be specific when you do! Thank you for reading! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me! <3

Edit: some requests won’t get done, simply because I can’t think of anything for it. I’ll try to let you know if that’s the case but no guarantees

Masterlist!

[xxwhiskeyxx]

WHISKEYYYY

I came up with a story idea that made me tear up

Angst/fluff with Aether and Ghoul!reader(afab or gn, idc) if you're OK with that

Basically reader and aether were married in a past life, they died tragically by one another's sides before being born again as ghouls in the pit

Now they have a rivalry going on until aether recognizes readers singing

Angst

Fluff

AUQGWGQGWGWG

(This totally wasn't based off that one scene from how to train your dragon two with stoic and valka)

BUT LIKE-

Hello, my dear Tree, I apologize for this taking so long. Life has been a bitch and I just finally found the time and motivation to complete your request!

I loved this concept. I'm not sure if I got all the angst you wanted but I didn't want this to be 3 days long like a lot of my fics tend to be. Now I did include the song you were talking about because I absolutely adore it!

Basically, Aether and YN were Vikings in the 1500s, married with some rugrats. How they died is up to you, but I personally think they died trying to save the other

Listen to this when you get to the singing part!

-Love Whiskey <3

‘This is the last fucking straw, that little imp of a Multi has gotten on my last nerve and they’re gonna learn not to mess with my guitar!’ Aether thought as he stormed through the abbey in search of his victim. 

Mirage, the newest summon to the band, brought forth from the Pit to be a backstage roadie and as a possible stand-in for one of the band ghouls if the need comes to light. But while everyone else in the band had fallen in love with the spritely little ghoul, even the ever-grumpy Dewdrop had succumbed to their charms and become their best friend. It seemed to be their life’s mission to make Aether’s life a living hell. Constantly hiding his picks, Bluetooth amp cord, helmet, left shoes, stealing food he had placed in the fridge to eat later, and had even marked with his name, his spot at the table that he had always sat at since even during Terzo’s time, and other irritable actions that left the large ghoul reeling and annoyed. 

Today though, Mirage had gone a step too far. On a dare from Swiss, they had messed with the tuning on Aether’s guitar, turning them every which direction but had ended up accidentally leaving his E string so tight that the moment he tried to fix it, it snapped and then the Quint ghoul had to spend 15 minutes finding new strings and restringing his guitar then finish tuning his guitar while the others played without him. Mirage, sensing they fucked up when they heard the deep snarl of annoyance from the stage, had slinked out of the practise room as soon as possible and is currently hiding with a plan to wait out Aether’s rage before apologizing. 

Stomping into the common room, he spots Swiss lounging nonchalantly on the couch with a purring Rain in his lap, watching some random tv show about fish. “Where are they?” Aether huffs, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Swiss doesn’t even look at him, “Who?” he asks boredly, scratching between Rain’s horns. Aether gives a low growl, “You know damn well who I am looking for?” Swiss groans, pausing the tv show to Rain’s discretion, “If you mean Miri because they messed with your guitar and made it pop, then no. I’m telling you because you’re just gonna go yell at them over a mistake. If you’re gonna yell at someone, yell at me because I’m the one who dared them to do it. They only twisted it twice. We didn’t realize you had it that tight to begin with” he defends the younger ghoul, tired of seeing Aether and them bicker.

Ever since they had been summoned, the little Multi was a flirty trickster just like Swiss and had seemed to have developed a little crush on Aether. That’s why they pranked and teased him so much. But for whatever reason, Aether always was ticked off by the little ghoul for whatever reason and it usually ended with Mirage getting reprimanded or yelled at by the older ghoul. 

Aether rolls his eyes, “You know damn well that little imp is always messing with me, this was a step too far. Sitting in my seat and stealing my shoes is one thing, this interfered with practice! You know how Copia gets when we have to sit out for any amount of time, he got upset with me until I told him what had happened, he’s the one who told me to find Mirage. Now, tell me where the fuck they are before I hide your vape and pods” Swiss’ eyes widen, Aether was serious about that, the last time this happened he lost them for 2 months and had bought a new one when Aether had dropped his old one on the table in front of him; all because he had teased him in front of the audience at a Ritual.

Swiss huffs, “Fine, they're in that little practice room that Mountain uses to practice. Just leave my shit alone” Aether nods, beginning to storm down the hallway when Rain calls after him, “Hey Aeth,” the large ghoul turns and raises a brow, “Please don’t yell at them, they really didn’t mean too…They hate when you yell at them, it makes them cry'' the Water ghoul’s request makes his widen. Aether never realized that whenever he would scold them that it would make them cry, they always seemed so uncaring and nonchalant. The rhythm guitarist sighs, “I won’t yell…but I am still gonna give them a punishment” he says and with that, he is heading down the hallway towards where the little practice room Mountain will sometimes spend his nights in if he can’t sleep.

As he gets near the room, he realizes that they didn’t fully close the door because he can hear something musical, but when he gets closer he begins to make out words

“...ride the waves of life

If you will marry me

No scorching sun

Nor freezing cold

Will stop me on my journey

If you will promise me your heart

And love me for eternity…”

It feels like his heart stops beating in his chest. Aether had not heard that song since he was human. His spouse during that stage of his existence would sing that to him all the time, to their children, they would perform it together at social gatherings where he’d play a guitar and they’d sing it as a duet. They had made it up specifically for him after they had met during a siege of their village and different aspects of how their relationship until proposing to him with it

Creeping closer, he feels tears welling in his eyes as he sees the little Multi singing and dancing with their eyes closed,

“My dearest one, my darling dear,

Your mighty words astound me

But I've no need of mighty deeds

When I feel your arms around me!”

They begin to spin slowly in a circle and as his part comes up, they deepen their voice comically and it almost sounds like…oh, they're mimicking his voice?

“But I would bring you rings of gold

I'd even sing you poetry (Oh would you)

And I would keep you from all harm!

If you would stay beside me!”

Turning and acting as if lecturing someone, the smile on their face grows, 

“I have no use for rings of gold,

I care not for your poetry,

I only want your hand to hold

I only want you near me!

To love, to kiss!

To sweetly hold!”

They begin to spin faster as they speed up the words, 

“For the dancing and the dreaming!

Through all life's sorrows and delights!

I'd keep your love beside me!

I'll swim and sail on savage seas

With ne'er a fear of drowning,

And gladly ride the waves of life

If you will marry me!”

They hold out the last note until he can’t stand it anymore and opens the door. Jumping, they stare at him for a moment before they immediately launch into apologies as he slowly walks towards them, “Oh, Aether, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to make your string pop, I didn’t realize it was that tight. I am so sorry, I swear, I’ll buy you enough bananas to last three human lifetimes. Just do-” they’re cut off when he yanks them into a hug. 

“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you..” he whispers, shoulders shuddering as he releases the tears he had been holding. “Wha..what do you mean Aeth? You didn’t know me in the pi-” Aether cups their face and places his thumb over their lips, just as he used to in their human life, but then he’d finish it with a kiss over his thumb. “I know it’s you, (Y/N)...you were singing our song” he whispers

Mirage stares at him, or well as he knows them, (Y/N), “I…you remember me?” they ask, voice shaking as if they’re also on the verge of tears. He nods, “I..I would think of you late at night and when I was in the Pit. I convinced myself that such a wonderful creature like you would never end up there like me but…here you are. I just, didn’t recognize you…I’m sorry” he whispers

Indeed, their formerly (H/C) locks turned (Whatever color you want) and their (E/C) had become rose gold with a hint of a metallic sheen of the former color surrounding the iris. “Yeah…after we…died, I thought that’s where I belonged because of what happened. So that’s where I ended up” They shrug. Taking a deep breath, “I am so sorry for being so hard on you…you would just..it reminded me of you and it pissed me off because I missed you so badly and it felt as if the dark lord was toying with me. Can you ever forgive me” he whispers, cupping their cheeks and leaning their foreheads together

Smiling, (Y/N) cups his own and presses their lips to their husband’s. it was a kiss filled with all of the longing, love, affection, and need that had accumulated over the years. Clinging to one another as if they would be ripped away if they let up for even a moment, Aether lifts them and wraps their legs tightly around his waist so they can be closer together

After a few minutes, (Y/N) pulls away, the Quint ghoul whining and trying to follow but is shushed by the same move he had done on them earlier, this time including the kiss and that shit-eating grin he loves so much, “Does that answer your question?” 

[llaellaps]

The Apex Games' Holographic Trickster!

Preface: I don't typically do this or engage much community wise, but a good friend of mine encouraged me to post some of my headcanons // fun little fixation thoughts on here. So, here I am! I'll have artwork accompanying the headcanon below the cut, I hope you guys enjoy the little ramble :]

✩ ,, cw + summary: discussion of eye trauma, canonical negligence and corruption within the Syndicate, personal interpretation of how Mirage got his scars over his eye!

✩ ,, Elliott Rodger Witt, one of the Apex Games' very first Legends — Mirage! — joined during the rising popularity and high demand of bloodsport entertainment! And with the want for profit, plenty tech used in the Games wasn't necessarily up to par.

At the time, this was passable, given the influence of the Syndicate and its hold over many in the Outlands. The dangers this posed to the Legends and those fighting to be on the official roster was disregarded in favor of the Games' rising numbers.

One of Witt's earliest matches was a prime example of this priority.

Mirage sustained a serious injury to his right eye when the Respawn tech could use some much needed touch-ups and wasn't nearly at its best. The laceration began above his eyebrow and drew down to his cheek; the only reason for the eye not being lost was because the regenerative tech preserved it as the rest of the match carried on, and he was forced to push through the pain and hope that he'd be fine by the end of it.

The Respawn tech wasn't nearly as quick as it should have been at the time of the injury being inflicted, though. The cornea and iris retained serious abrasions, resulting in the loss of sight in that eye. Witt doesn't let it get him down and outclasses his fellow Legends to this day despite it!

Can always count on the Apex Games' best getting right back up every time he's kicked down!

[after-witch]

Trickster fae X Dumbass Darling who’s always getting into trouble is a dynamic I didn’t know I needed.

My Fae yandere about to trick me, but instead just watches me, a city dweller, commit every safety mistake known to man while being in a forest: Oh. I might have to help this one, actually.

Oh gosh, yes.

yandere fae: hehe, I'm gonna trick them into eating berries that make them sleepy and pliable by disguising them as these edible berries that anyone who walks into a forest knows is perfectly safe

darling: *skips over mirage edible berries, immediately tries to eat blatantly obvious poison mushrooms*

yandere fae: WAIT--

[os3npaio]

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Fanfiction Lists:

♡ Messy Situation (Ongoing)

Originally a Twitter Fanfic Thread - engaged!Deku x engaged!OC (Amelia) / Bakugo x cheating!OC (Amelia)

-⚠️CW: Angst, cheating, Manipulation, Possessiveness, Gaslighting, Blood, Violence, non-con, mentioned past s3lf harm, Suic1de att3mpt, depression, body dysmorphia, slight body shaming comments and self-hate etc⚠️ MATURE CONTENT MINORS DNI ♡ Beauty & the Beast (Ongoing) -Sugar Daddy!Blood Riot x Sugar Baby!OC

Originally a Twitter Fanfic Thread

-⚠️CW: Age Gap (40 & 21), Sugar Daddy!Kiri, Sugar Baby OC, OC X CHARACTER, Heavy themes: Violence, Blood, Character deaths, manipulation, gaslighting, manhandling, kidnapping, yandere characteristics, containment, non/dub con themes, Sugar Daddy / Baby lifestyle, Inappropriate use of quirks, etc⚠️

MATURE CONTENT MINORS DNI ♡ Help Me (Ongoing) - Leon S. Kennedy x OC -⚠️CW: Adult situations, Smut scenes, Trigger Warnings, tobacco use, alcohol use, violence, some gore, and PTSD episodes. OC with amputations and prosthetics. MATURE CONTENT MINORS DNI

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[ Fantasy AU - Kiri x Baku x Rose (OC) ] - Inspired by YUZUYA’s Fantasy Asmr(Started Last Year. Being converted into page comics after I upload all the beginning panels)Cw: There will be future adult situations

MINORS DNI ♡ Rewind

Kastuki Bakugo x OC Comic

TW/CW: Character Death, Funeral, OCxCanon, Married/Widowed Bakugo, Will have nudity, sexual situations, strong language. MINORS DNI

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[oldestenemy]

“Initiate!” Velma Von Venkman’s voice is always a bright note in this place—at least compared to Ione and Fitzhume, who the wizard hears more often. “I know you’re preparing for Mirage—but since you’re waiting on Quismah to locate the spiral door—can I have a word?”

That’s the other thing they like about Velma.

She asks for their time.

She doesn’t demand it like Ione or Baba Yaga—or like Ambrose used to.

“Of course,” She was right anyways—they couldn’t do much until Quismah sent word that she had found where in the sprawling deserts the spiral door for Mirage had been lost. “what do you need?”

Velma smiles, and maybe they imagine it but there might be a hint of sadness in it. “Look at you, always ready to throw yourself at a task—but it wasn’t really something I needed, it’s more—come with me, I don’t think this is really Panopticon chatter.”

So they follow her into the Hall of Shadow.

“Alright, so I know I didn’t ask in the beginning—I usually try not to pry into people’s pasts—most of the scholars are very private people—okay maybe not most—doesn’t matter, would you mind taking your hood down for me?” Maybe it’s the way she talks, maybe it’s the fact that she doesn’t appear to be more than a decade older than they are at most, but out of the people they’ve met here—Velma is the one who puts them on guard the least.

It doesn’t stop them from jolting a little at the question.

Because it means she’s recognized the scarring. In some form or another.

They suppose there was never going to be any hiding it from a scholar of Shadow. The wizard lowers their hood, and the thin veil of darkness that conceals all but their eyes vanishes with it. Sometimes they wonder if getting used to it was a mistake. They feel almost exposed without the cover.

They do not have a lot of time to dwell on the feeling—thankfully—because Velma is fiddling with the high collar of her shirt, eventually undoing enough of it to reveal scarring in a similar coloration—though not welled so deep—in the shape of a jester’s collar. Or an echo of one. Not quite so well defined, jagged on the edges but still clearly there. “I thought I recognized those—I just haven’t been able to quite pin down how you ended up with them,” She says, “I came back with this after the first time I brought the Trickster into existence, and when I spoke to Sofia Darkside—you know her don’t you?—she theorized it was because I was the first person to pull that type of Shadow creature under magical control. But the tears—”

“—it’s overuse.” The wizard answers before her ramble goes any further. There’s no point in keeping it secret, unlike everyone else here Velma is unafraid of Shadow. She is dedicated to poking and prodding and learning its secrets. “The first time was after I killed Morganthe—I absorbed so much of the power pouring from her that it was trying to escape my body any way it could. It came out like the night sky made liquid, like—” why bother describing it.

The wizard takes a breath.

Reaches inward for the coil of emotions they keep a tight handle on. Rage, grief, guilt, pride, desperation and fear. Loosens the locks. Just enough that their eyes burn. Cold and dark and starry.

They run two fingers under an eye, holding their hand out to Velma. “I can call it up, I couldn’t on Khrysalis, but later—I was trapped, I was angry and desperate—it’s pure Shadow magic, I can use it to bend reality around me like you would with any of its spells. I’ve made battle placements, door sigils, altered spell cards—” Embedded Shadow creatures into duel circles, burnt themself into a husk…

Velma pulls open to a blank page of her spellbook, and holds it out to them, “Would you mind?”

They run the ink-dark fingertips down the page, tracing the sigil for Shadow because it seems appropriate. When Velma sets the book down on her desk and comes back she’s peering at their eyes in curiosity—not even bothering to hide the way she is buzzing with it.

“It comes with a price.”

“All Shadow does,” Velma replies, still inspecting the drying starlight.

“This is different,” the wizard insists “you can use it and use it and use it without backlash until you either engage and finish a duel, or use a proper spell that induces backlash itself.” They tell her in more detail than they’ve told anyone—even Cyrus—about Nidavellir and Darkmoor and the ways this usage of magic ended when pushed too far.

To her credit, Velma listens with wide eyed interest. Only stopping them here and there to clarify how something felt, or how it looked. When they’re done, she rests back against the edge of her desk, the thin arm of her monocle tucked between her teeth like it’s helping her think. Eventually, she does ask the question they’ve been expecting. “And these are your only scars from Shadow?”

Nobody knows about the one hooked under their sternum.

Jagged and puckered, knotted tissue poorly healed.

The wizard nods. And lies. “They’re the only ones. I think they get deeper whenever I try to dip into that well.” That part is true, they think whenever they let the tears come fully, run down their face again like all the times before—it paints an ever deeper well into the soft plane of their face. Another reason for trying not to take things too far anymore, though certainly not the primary one.

The idea of what happened in Nidavellir being repeatable haunts them.

They do not want to chance a creature like what they became released on a wider scale.

They’ve got too much to lose.

[ramblesbiab]

The Tumblr tag preview is often a little trickster. How often have I seen a funny image, though quite small, in the preview, only for me to click and find it’s nowhere in sight? Where has it gone, oh Tumblr tag preview? I scroll, and scroll, my hopeless pursuit entirely fruitless. T’was a mirage all along…

[enchanted-moura]

One thing I love about your answers is how there’s always a undertone of thing’s grow because they are fed. It’s not chance it’s not destiny it’s not fate; it’s insemination and cultivation. It’s being magnetic aware or not, attracting aware or not, accepting aware or not and believing that it’s ours, magnifying it.

I spent some time in the mirage of soul tied, star crossed, twin flamed belief and it was sound voice’s like yours that finally got to me and brought me back down to earth. Like ok, even if. So what? Is this how I want to feel? You can always uproot any tree. Everything starts somewhere and if you are willing, you can retreat beyond/before there through the shadow’s to tend to it at it’s birthplace.

Cause you have a magical spirit that refuses to be chained thats why. What you see in me is a reflection within you.

Also its Hermes's day, Promethus, Esu, Thoth, Mercury, Anansi, Malandro, Robin Hood, the day of the trickster who doesn't belief in fate and final destinations but throws all of that away and makes what it wants. People say they want manifested dreams but when its time to craft their own destiny they dont want it

[tickhectic]

Making a post about Alter from Apex Legends.

She reminds me of Sun Wukong.

Her trickster nature and ambiguous though immense amount of power.

The tail usage and using that tail to mess with people (specifically Mirage).

The irregular eyes are another similarity as Sun Wukong and Alter both have abnormal eyes (Sun Wukong having red eyes while Alter has black and white eyes).

Both Sun Wukong and Alter also have impulsive natures, doing what they want, when they want, and how they want.

What clued me in to the connection was Alter's emote was "Elevated Applause".

This is the one where she plants her tail, sits up on it with her heels and claps in an exaggerated way. The way she's clapping mimics a cymbals monkey toy.

Some other things I noticed that were similar (though these are more stretches) were:

•Alter having horns

While this doesn't seem obvious at first, in Alter's "Final Bow" and "Crimson Dynasty" skins, the horns are longer and curved. It invokes demonic imagery. This is important to relating to Sun Wukong because Sun Wukong is the demon monkey king.

I know I missed some things but I wanted to make this post. Seeing her similarities to Sun Wukong helped endear Alter to me more.

[amourlyns]

hi lovely! I read through your blog and saw you wrote for apex! it's really a hyperfixation at this point!! would you mind if you could write a oneshot with Mirage with a massive crush on an gn!actor!reader? they sit with him a lot outside of the games and go over lines and monologues with him; just a very extroverted and open person... until they get on stage with Mirage and they have to compliment each other for one of Fuse's jokes at a sort of open mic thing? thanks for fulfilling this if you do, and have fun with it! I hope it wasn't too specific-- regardless, have a lovely day and take care of yourself!! much luv <33

⠀ 「 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 」

⠀ ━━ 🌷 💕

✦ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 ⨟⠀ One thing leads to another and now you’re confessing your feelings to him.

✦ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 ⨟⠀Elliot 〞Mirage 〞Witt + gn actor!reader

✦ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ⨟⠀This request is sooo cute omg … I love this sm, tysm for requesting 🤍 also, this posted and I wasn’t finished with it yet ): ➜    masterlist

✦ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ⨟⠀ None

⠀ ★ ⠀ | ELLIOT FELT LIKE WAS BURNING UP from your touches, they were free, loose and careless. You’d throw your limbs on him hazardously, falling into a fit of laughter. You found of his cheesy jokes funny.

He couldn’t help but smile, his heart was going a million miles per hour right now. And your eyes lingering on his face didn’t help him with the feelings arising in his chest, his heart felt like it was going to burst.

Sometimes, he wondered if you knew what you were doing to him, he was a stuttering, chuckling mess. The poor guy couldn’t help get nervous around you, he felt stressed out and excited at the same time.

He’d talk a little too much when he was around you… it made him self conscious… but it always got his adrenaline going. Now today? Today, Elliot really thought he was going faint on the spot. Apparently, the games thought it would be amazing for you and Elliot to have an open mic night with Fuse.

Well they were wrong. Elliot couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat while they were doing his hair and makeup, all he could do was glance over at you. And god you looked good, a soft smile plays on his lips.

It’s not long before everyone completes their make up. Bright light shine on the stage, the set is similar to talk show, wally takes a seat in the middle while you sit in the right chair. Elliot decides to take a seat in the left.

Conversation flows pretty easily between the three of you. You’d talk about your latest projects with a bright enthusiasm, Fuse and Elliot would listen intently. After you discussed your future works, you insisted on hearing about the games.

Everything about the games had you on the edge of your seat! Mirage would watch you with stary—eyes. Your enthusiasm only encourages the pair to continue talking. The discussion between you guys eventually simmers down, it’s not long before Fuse suggests something new…

Now, he may be an old dog but he could sense when someone fancied someone. And in this case it was Elliot, poor bloke couldn’t even utter a straight sentence around you. It was charming in a way though, all he needed was a little bit of encouragement… and Fuse could definitely do that.

From the corner of your eye, you see Fuse beckoning over a few of the members from the tech crew. They were all grinning.. what on earth was he planning? ❛ Listen here pups, we’re gunna do somethin’ a lil different! Ever heard of an open mic? We’re doin’ that hit uh.. Valentine’s Day addition. So compliment each other! ❜

This would be easy— you already complimented Elliot all the time, how hard could it be?.. you’d spare a a glance to the trickster only to be met with a soft blush. Was he nervous?

It was definitely unexpected— but actually pretty cute…you couldn’t pass up this opportunity. ❛ Easy! It’ll come real naturally to me anyways. I do this with him all the time! ❜ God, you were gonna be the death of him.

The first few rounds are cute— very light, they still have him stuttering and blushing but it’s nothing too bad right? Well he was wrong! It was his turn to compliment you and how was he supposed to do this without sound like a huge dork? With a crush.

❛ Alright, alright! you’re good I’ll give you that. But I’ve got one more compliment! ❜ you’d urge him on nodding frantically a soft smile played on his lips. What was holding him back? ❛ Dang, your acting is amazing! I’m hoping to see it in person? ❜ he messed that up big time… ❛ Hah! Elliot are you finally asking me out? It’s a bit informal but I’ve been waiting forever… ❜

He definitely wasn’t expecting that… but he scored a date with you!! Fuse was grinning ear to ear, that heaven sent angel! A few chuckles go around the studio. He must’ve looked like schoolboy confessing to his crush for the first time. I mean, he sure felt like it.

After the shoot was over. You dragged Elliot out, apparently you already had a date plan in mind. Flowers, dinner, a nice private walk with just to the two of you.. no paparazzi… no noise. What else could he ask for ?

[beybladeninja]

Now for the three most magical bladers in the show!

First up is Clio!

Clio is the God of Curses. As the patron of bad magic, he is a very prideful deity that is aware of his power, yet will use it regardless of what he might accomplish with it. He's the kind of guy that you don't invite to a party, don't even tell him about it, yet he somehow finds out and shows up anyway, then uses the party as an excuse to show off his magic skills.

He created black magic, like curses, and taught it to humans in the event that they ever want to get back at another person using indirect means. If someone wants to cast a curse, they have to call on Clio in order to ensure that the curse will come to fruition. Some only cast curses as a petty one-time revenge thing, but those who cast curses constantly, like for a living, will eventually receive dark markings on their hands. It's called "The Mark of Clio", as a result of calling on his power too often.

He also created objects that are used in curses, like straw dolls, which he is depicted with hanging from his hat. If he himself wants to cast a curse, he takes one of the straw dolls in his hand and speaks the name of the person he wishes to curse. The head of the straw doll will take on the facial features of the person - after that, they're completely at Clio's mercy.

The candles on top of his hat are also essential for properly casting a curse. If you see three green lights and smell candle smoke, it might mean that you're the unwilling victim of a curse.

Next is Fumiya!

Fumiya is the God of Magic. As the patron of magic itself, he is a very vain and flamboyant deity who always wants to put on a show. Like Clio, he's the kind of guy that no one wants at a party, but he's begrudgingly allowed in because he makes for quality entertainment.

He created the practice of magic and taught it to humans as a way to make their lives a little easier, and more colorful as a result. He taught them how to use specific tools in certain spells; most notably fans, which he is mostly depicted carrying. In order to properly use magic, the caster must first call on Fumiya and ask for his assistance.

Since his magic isn't as potent as what Clio deals with, no physical changes happen to the caster. It's in this sense that his magic is referred to as "pure magic".

Lastly is Ichika!

Ichika is the Goddess of Illusions. As patron of tricks of the eye, she is a very playful deity that widely enjoys playing tricks on others. She’s the kind of person that doesn’t want to go to a party, but will go anyway if only to mess with people from the sidelines.

She created constructs like hallucinations and mirages; something that looks solid and present, even though it’s anything but. She’s described as a trickster deity, delighting in making humans run around in circles with her illusions. She finds solace in other tricksters of the Earth - she feels seen and appreciated by them. She’s especially fond of the fox, to the point that she wears a mask depicting one. It adds to her mischievous nature.

Together, they are known as the Magic Triad, the three deities that represent the three aspects of magic. Anyone who wishes to cast any sort of spell must call on one of them to ensure that it works.

What do you think of the Magic Triad?

And get your paints out, because Blindt is up next!

To keep the list going, who do you want to see as a god next?

(Posting the pictures down here because Tumblr is being a jerk and won’t let me add them to their respective places.)