#this answer got away from me im sorry

[lovesickeros]

lord its so dark in here the sahara desert of tsaritsa content you are like a shining oasis. your characterisation of her compels me & mihoyo would be hard pressed to top it imo.!! caaaaan i humbly request yr thoughts on her first meeting w a reader of any kind, or maybe even multiple kinds (sagau, sagau god au, isekai, etc) if you so desire...

it really is like a desert here. being the fan of a character we aren't getting until the last damn nation is driving me up a wall but i will persevere bc if nothing else i support morally bankrupt women in media. we r in a severe drought over here but i do my best. unfortunately nothing i say is ever coherent so pull out your translation notes its abt 2 be messy

also this got out of hand but thats bc first meetings w the tsaritsa are tricky to write + a LOT of her characterization lies in deeper exploration then just surface level yknow...NOT A DIG AT YOU this is just my excuse for rambling. gently pats the tsaritsa she can hold so much complexity i do not have the word count to delve into it completely :]

gonna talk cult au for a bit here though because that's 99% of my content. and honestly? she thrives in sub au's of the cult au like villain au + imposter au. it's basically made for her. i mean, early days, the imposter au had been going around for a little while but one of the first few ideas was the Fatui taking reader in so like. it kinda technically actually was. pretty sure cult au Tsaritsa popped up because of the imposter au. a lot of it's writers kinda left though which. man am i getting old or.

anyway.

there isn't much of a chance her first impression is all that positive. at best it's usually neutral, imo, but rarely if ever positive. specifically because i view the Tsaritsa as someone who isn't as fanatical as most of the acolytes typically are towards the creator. she's not exactly going to worship the ground you walk on unlike a certain geo lizard. which is partially why i think she thrives in the sub au's i mentioned.

imposter au, for example. she meets you at your lowest. there's no gaudy extravagance or pampering from the acolytes waiting for you because your own acolytes have turned on you. for all intents and purposes you aren't a "god" at all. which is why i don't think she meshes well with normal cult au reader. the Fatui are made up of outcasts, basically, and imposter au slots right in just perfectly. you're weak, at your lowest, when you meet the Fatui in the imposter au. and the Fatui can help you, too.

a mutual exchange, really. the Tsaritsa sees a tool she can use to one up the rest of the nations and especially Archons, and she has no qualms about you using her and the Fatui in turn. you both want something out of it, after all. whether you just want to be safe from the rest of the acolytes, or you want revenge, or whatever else..she'll give you the power to fulfill it, and she gains the strongest piece on the chessboard when all is said and done.

the best way i can describe the first meeting is "practical", i suppose. she sees an opportunity in you. the ultimate gamble. because if she "saves" you, and you dont trust anyone else because they tried to kill you, well..she holds all the cards, doesn't she?

but the Tsaritsa, imo, is just as capable of being just as fanatical towards you as anyone else. she just won't worship you as the creator. but as yourself? clawing your way back to your divine power and taking back what belongs to you? the Tsaritsa is, to me, a character who's character flourishes in long-term fics more because she changes a LOT between "just met reader" and after having been with reader for some time. she's practically apathetic at the beginning but a lot of her character, in my characterization, shines through LONG after the first meeting.

[gophergal]

I know fuck all about tf2 except for character names. Most I got is you and a few other mutuals posts, and they're 10/10. How does the game..... work exactly? Like is there plot? Is it first person shooter sort of thing? Is there a tf1?

I could google it but that's not nearly as fun

OH BOY GET READY FOR THE B I G R AM B L E

WHAT THE FUCK IS TF2?

It's a team based first person shooter published by Valve (of portal and half life fame) in 2007 with nine classes to choose from, each with strengths countered by other classes (for example, the Spy is often a counter against the Sniper and Engineer. Respectively, by picking off the Sniper with a quick, stealthy backstab or by destroying the Engineer's machines). The game has been free to play since 2009 (i think. grain of salt please), and has a healthy playerbase to this day, aside from the bots. But not every tf2 fan actually plays the game. I play sometimes, but mostly just rotate the characters in my brain like a microwave burrito.

It is ALSO, however, a multimedia franchise. Aside from the game, which shows off worldbuilding and characterization through the environment and character dialogue (as well as the update announcement flyers on the official blog), there are also animated shorts and comics created by Valve that further flesh out the world and characters of TF2. Frankly, I think you should give the Meet The Team shorts a go if nothing else. They're iconic. It's hard to pick favorites, but I'm partial to Meet the Medic (obviously), Meet the Engineer (which I can quote verbatim), and Meet the Sniper.

Broadly, the world and aesthetics of TF2 are based on 60's/70's cold war thrillers and spy movies. Think James Bond and the Manchurian Candidate. These impeccable vibes are then wrapped neatly in a cartoony artstyle that wasn't common at the time (and arguably still isn't. I'm pretending that fortnight doesnt exist, as is custom). On a related note, the soundtrack FUCKS SEVERELY. Like. They just DO. They have influence from Jazz, Funk, and miltary marching songs, with more specific influences for individual characters (ex: country western for engineer, polka for medic, and bagpipes for demoman)

An important thing to note is that every class is a play on some stereotype from the movies that inspired the vibes:

Heavy Weapons Guy is a husky ruskie and a man of few words, but he has hidden depths. He's a family man, most importantly, and has been supporting and protecting his mother and younger sisters since his father was killed when he was a teenager. He has a close bond with the Medic and speaks highly of the Engineer ("Engineer is credit to team!"). In a debatably canon piece of dialogue from TellTale's Poker Night At The Inventory, he is revealed to have a PhD in Russian Literature.

Engineer is a texan with 11 PhDs in hard science. He exudes southern hospitality and seems like the most sane man on the team. He also takes great joy in the death and destruction his weapons cause, and ALSO helps the Medic in performing deeply unethical experiments that go against the laws of nature for curiosity sake. He's the third in a line of engineers, btw, and his grandfather basically conquered death. Which isn't super relevant, but I feel is a good lead in to some of the wackier elements of this world I would like to mention.

And every character is like this to some degree. Some more so than others- Soldier is basically just "how american can a man be before it starts impacting his mental health" and Pyro is unknown in terms of nationality, gender, and background

TF2 has a plot by the way! Yes, there is a reason for these many dudes in funny hats to be fighting. They are fighting over gravel. Yeah. So, these two brothers are fighting over land willed to them by their father (who died in the 1890's) which is largely useless aside from having a lot of gravel. Their names are Redmond and Blutarch Mann, and they're the ceos of their own corporations. Reliable Excavation & Demolitions (RED) and Builder's League United (BLU) respectively. They each hired mercenaries to fight a proxy war for them with the goal of owning it all. All the while, a third party, The Administrator, has been playing both sides of the Gravel War to keep it going as long as possible. Why? It's a mystery...

RAPID FIRE TF2 WORLDBUILDING BULLSHITTERY BE UPON YE:

(most of this is just stupid shit that was made up for Pure Random Funny HaHa and has very little bearing on the plot, but tells you a LOT about the tone of the franchise)

Rocket Jumping (that is, shooting a rocket propelled grenade at your feet and crouch-jumping at the same time to launch yourself into the air) was a technique pioneered by Shakespearicles, the STRONGEST POET TO EVER LIVE. He also invented the concept of a Second Floor in a building

Btw, stairs were not invented when the second floor was invented. I want you to take a wild guess how people got to the second floor before stairs were invented. (hint: it involves explosives)

Stairs were invented by Abraham Lincoln. He died due to rocket jumping up said stairs which caused him to accelerate rapidly into a wall. He was also the first Pyro in the 1890s.

New Zealand sank below the ocean sometime in the 40's. By which I mean it was intentionally sank because a Jor-el knockoff believed that the world was ending and that going underwater was the only way to save the nation.

CisMpreg exists. This fact is Medic's fault.

OK But What About Team Fortress 1?

So, its. Not complicated but it's not exactly simple. Quick answer, the original TF game has nothing to do with TF2. Team Fortress was originally a mod for the game Quake and has the same basic gameplay premise as it's successors (team based FPS with 9 classes) and quite a few maps have actually been remade for TF2. It was released in 1996, so, as TF2 was taking A Very Long Time to complete, Valve released a sort of... updated version that was meant to hold fans over. It uses the half life 2 engine, I believe, and was released in 1999. It is called Team Fortress Classic and it's only a LITTLE confusing to research I swear.

TFC takes place in the same universe as TF2, but in the 1930's instead of the 60's. Ignore the scifi/modern looking tech. Don't worry about it. This has no bearing on TFC, really, because it was only confirmed in one of the comics released in 2014. The TFC team matters to the comic plot, but is otherwise kinda just. there. Like, they only exist in the Mann Co No More story line and otherwise just exist.

Fun fact: TFC (the game) was updated to change the ingame class models to more accurately represent the appearance given to them in the comics.

For example, look at the glow up given to the TFC Medic! (original on the left, updated on the right)

In Conclusion:

I will be surprised anyone actually reads all of this, but that is my rambling summary of what in the fuck TF2 is. To be fair, the game is richly detailed but also kinda sparse at the same time. Its all vibes and interpretation my dude. Honestly I think what has made TF2 so popular and long lasting (lore wise) is related to what early FNAF games had going on

[junseotual]

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[pikkish]

idk if this is a good prompt but put doomguy in myhouse.wad I think he would find it enriching

Right, so I've been mulling on this one for a little bit now, n I'm not opposed to writing something for you, I'm just not... entirely sure what to write? Because the thing is, myhouse.wad doesn't actually really have anything to do with Doom as a story. Sure, Doom is important in that it's the vessel through which the story is told and one of the connections between the narrator and his dead companion. But as far as Doom itself goes, and the story about a man who was too angry/stupid to die, fighting demons and saving earth, none of that is at all relevant to myhouse.wad and its story. For all intents and purposes, Doomguy isn't actually a character in myhouse.wad. So I'm not really sure how exactly to fit him in there.

[smokestarrules]

Spare domestic Sulemio headcanons? I'm bereft of no Suletta Sundays.

I know, how are we supposed to move on with the rest of our lives without her ever again? Something something cruel and unusual punishment.

It's a no-brainer to me that they have kids eventually--at least two--but I also don't think they rush into it; Suletta's still recovering and with her schools and Miorine's work, they're both decently busy people most of the time. Still, it's very clear from the start that there's going to be a family.

Miorine is an absolute hellion in the kitchen for a long time, but she's so determined to be able to make dinner for Suletta that eventually she gets the hang of it. She's very proud of how far she's come with the skill.

The little garden in their backyard was kept a secret from Miorine for months until the tomatoes started to grow. Suletta led her back there for the first time once they began to ripen and pointed out the two sections: one for Notrette's special tomatoes (Suletta had managed to discreetly take one with them to Earth; Miorine cries when she hears that) and one little patch of land still empty, ready for whatever Miorine would want to plant there.

Things are still tense between Miorine and Prospera and probably always will be, but Suletta appreciates it every time they speak to each other in a civil manner. The household is largely peaceful.

After a particularly stressful incident involving a draining sink and Suletta's reflexes being blessedly quicker, Eri is at some point banned from any of the bathrooms, just to be safe.

Miorine often has nightmares about the destruction at Quinn Harbor; she never tries to wake Suletta with them, but there's often no hiding it from her. No matter the time or what they have planned for the next day, Suletta always attends to her with whatever she needs. It's the least she can do---after all, Miorine does the exact same thing for her when it's Suletta's turn to have her sleep disturbed.

The first class of kids Suletta ever teaches always light up whenever they see Miorine, and while she's fairly hopeless with them at first, she treats every child with respect (that she was never given herself) and makes sure she's gentle with them. Suletta can never tear her eyes away when this is happening.

(When they do have children of their own, this feeling only intensifies tenfold.)

[vulturereyy]

In your Lurimol head cannon, what is Lurien's relationship with the other 4 Great Knights after he and Hegemol get together? Do they interact more? Or is he just on their peripheral as an important member of the court who also happens to be important to Hegemol?

I can imagine if they didn't pay much attention to Lurien before, that at least Ogrim and Isma would check on him every once in a while after Hegemol succumbed to the infection.

HOOOOOGH thank you so much for this ask because holy shit I think so much about the other knights even if I don't post, and this answer is going to Hurt Me in the most bittersweet way. This is going to be a long one, because I feel like there's a lot of context in my 'canon' that influences how these questions can get answered.

To set the stage first and foremost: In my timeline, Ze'mer is the only one who knows about Lurien and Hegemol's relationship up until the very tail end of it. Ze'mer is the closest to Hegemol out of all the knights, as in my timeline she was the second to join the Pale King's service. Hegemol was responsible for getting her settled in the kingdom, and the two developed a mutually close bond that culminated in them both essentially considering themselves kindred. Hegemol, likewise, is the only one who knows about Ze'mer's relationship with the Traitor Lord's Daughter for a while, though Ze'mer does eventually tell Isma as well.

Lurien's relationship with the remaining Great Knights is cordial and friendly, though I feel he would be hesitant to call any of them friends. The man is quite private, and guards his sense of trust like a hound wounded. He is far from unfriendly towards them, and does trust them with his protection if needed, but does not let them into his personal life. He would have been closest to Ogrim and Isma next given their proximity to the city, though I feel he would have had a high preference for dealing with the latter of the two. This may be a lackluster answer, but I do feel like he would have been far more coworkers with the other four than anyone else. Hegemol and Lurien kept their relationship extremely private, and for good reason:

Both agreed it was an extreme conflict of interest.

Both agreed that they would have to make sure it was not.

Hallownest would always have to come first for the two of them. Hallownest would always have to be the first choice in any decision, without hesitation. That was their duty, after all: to serve their kingdom. The moment they faltered from that path, in their minds, they would have to take measures to ensure that another misstep would not happen again.

The reason that Hegemol and Lurien never let themselves be seen together, never let themselves have a single date in public. They never even let themselves even truly label their own relationship mutually (even though the words 'I love you' were writ in every single cup of tea shared, every single night spent listening to the rain, every single extra hour lain in bed if only to get some more rest beside each other).

The Watcher and his Knight loved Hallownest above all else. Even as they cultivated a small sliver of rebellion together in the form of gentle touches behind velvet curtains, and whispered dates in shops long since closed for the day. They had to love Hallownest above all else, as that was their duty. That was their purpose. That was who they had sworn fealty to. Not the King, not the Lady, but the protection of their Kingdom.

Which is what makes the reveal of their relationship so painfully bitter, when that sense of duty was stripped from anything the Pale King revealed about them.

Hegemol was the most outspoken of the Five against the vessel plan. He was born and raised in a loving family, who ingrained in him from a very young age that all life is precious, and the right to a mind was not only intrinsic, but could be instilled over time. Hegemol was born before Hallownest, before the Pale King granted bugs higher minds. I fully believe there were still some small societies (as evidenced by the fact other bugs can go beyond the kingdom and still be mentally able to hold meaningful social bonds). Hegemol grew up watching bugs that were far more instinctual 'beasts' become more worldly with the gift of masks and the ability to focus themselves. For those reasons alone (there are others, but for simplicity's sake because I know I'm rambling), he voiced active opposition to the plan.

The Pale King, meanwhile, has the gift of foresight. In my canon, he knows that the vessel plan and the Hollow Knight is the only way Hallownest survives, even if it is... In shambles. He does not have the time to consistently defend himself against Hegemol, as much as he (very secretly) applauds his knight's sense of will that he would go against him like this. Hegemol is a testament to the Pale King's triumph through instilling such emotion in a former kingdom of beasts... But now, that mind could spell the downfall of Hallownest.

PK is no fool (at least in this instance). He knows the reputation Hegemol has garnered, especially among his fellow knights, is very well founded. He knows that they look to him for guidance, for example, as a revered older brother who is far, far closer to them than he, as king, would ever be. PK knows keenly the doubts in his judgement that Hegemol has sown into the other's minds, and it's for this reason that he has to nip them at their source.

(My PK has a LOT of mixed feelings about this. This is NOT an easy thing for him to do. But because I also plan to explore this as a main focus in my fic, I want to save all of that struggle and strife for WCWTD ;) )

The way that the other knights (sans Ze'mer) find out about Lurien and Hegemol's relationship is through the Pale King holding it up as leverage to discredit Hegemol's judgement. He uses it as a way to wither away any of the questions the knights had growing on their mind; because to them, this came as a shock. If Hegemol had hid his relationship from them... Then what their king says about it clouding his judgement may have been true. That he was fighting fang and claw against the plan because he did not want to lose his secret lover. This distrust does not happen quickly, but it does come to fruition. Especially when Hegemol succumbs further to the infection and is rendered unable to continue his protests. PK turns their opinions against him, despite how much he and Lurien worked, mutually, to avoid such a fate. And it. Hurts.

To answer your last question, I think Lurien would have isolated himself further after Hegemol's death. I think he would have been gutted not only by the loss of his beloved, but by the betrayal of his king that had to go alongside it. The night of Hegemol's death and PK's plot coming to light is the first and only time Lurien has ever uttered the words 'Hallownest be damned', alone and grieving in his tower. I think he would have refused to see Isma and Ogrim personally, though they would try to at least ensure through conversations with Aedmond, Lurien's butler, that he was still doing... Well enough. Of all the knights, with Hegemol gone, I think Ze'mer would be the only one he would ever allow to step foot in his tower after this, knowing that she and Hegemol were close, and she was likely the only one who admitted to him that she had lost faith in the king, but could see no other way to save Hallownest. And even then, the only time she visited would be to offer him a private trip to Hegemol's grave in the Howling Cliffs, and to leave him with a flower. One to match the bloom she buried alongside her best friend.

Lurien would never take her up on this offer before he became a Dreamer, knowing himself too well that he would have refused to go through the plan if he had to dwell on what transpired any longer.

Eternal sleep was likely a welcome relief for the Watcher.

[torao-chan]

Do you think Leander has connections with the Abbess? Mostly because it ties into the divine feminine part of his theme where Myth Leander convinced Hero that Aphrodite wouldnt want to be worshipped by a Virgin.

Which leads me to believe that Kuras telling MC to go to Leander and him being the first to touch MC could serve as a catalyst for every other route thus follows. Leander seems to be oddly possessive and wants to play himself up as much as possible, so his insertions could lead to bad endings in the game if you don't set the right boundaries with him.

Also his disdain for how Senobium treats Vere which, I feel, has something to do with his route and how he dislikes those who rob others of freedom [tying into his Robin Hood role] but will possibly stifle MC's attempts at a cure.

The tower of Senobium and the river that divides Eridia will probably play a huge part as you've said, I just wonder if Leander can swim.

you're good, don't fret lmao. i ended up rambling quite a bit in trying to answer this and because i'm half asleep but shh but the tldr is this;

i think there is an undeniable connection between leander and the senobium, and i wouldn't be surprised if it reached all the way to the top/abbess. i don't believe, however, the connection to the senobium is why he could withstand the curse- but i do believe why he could stand the curse is indicative of his involvement level with the senobium. i also solidly believe we will need puzzle pieces of his behaviour from [potentially interfering with] other routes to reach a Best End with him.

the long rambly version [typed first], however, is as follows;

there are a lot of things that, in my mind, connect leander to the senobium. whether its because he’s working with them, attempting to undermine their rule, potentially helped found them, or something else entirely- i think it’s too early to say. we know kuras was there when leander was a child... but we don’t know when that was, either.

we also know that leander does not outright state an opinion on the senobium, even though his bloodhounds outright hate them. mind you, he doesn’t outright state an opinion on much unless trying to sway the mc one way or another, carrot-and-sticking-ing us through out most of the prologue. and he certainly says the senobium isn’t an option for mc, blatantly. but worth noting, nonetheless; on his actual opinion on the establishment, leander is silent.

leander’s background in the trailer video makes me curious. that’s a very fancy stained glass there, and i’m curious about where this takes place.

leander is the most obviously adept at using information as a currency- something that is clearly a result of the senobium’s influence on eridia- as he displays behaviours of both hoarding, manipulating, and drip feeding the information in his possession. one has to wonder how he learned these behaviours; perhaps just a result of being eridia bred and born?

leander is a notably strong mage. as you mentioned, the alchemist route comments on how he doesn’t use any incantations or spell circles to cast. (the theory of borrowed magic could possibly explain this, or perhaps it’s just magical storage he’s created for himself? and if so, how does this play into the several glowing parts of his outfit- and the differently coloured lamp on his belt, too.)

it’s curious, though. his gilded boots put him in wealth, as does his position and ability to run the bloodhounds. it could be wealth accrued from the gang, or from a history with the gang. he could be a founder or a product of the senobium- but it’s also not unknown for mages from the senobium to leave; much like MC’s teacher in the alchemist route.

but if he grew up in lowtown, left to join the senobium, and then came back to form a gang that hates the senobium- well, with how they reacted when the MC just mentioned it’s name- if it did happen, it’s certainly not common knowledge. and that wealth needs to be explained somehow.

(i’m also curious about the faction with the violet sashes noted in ais’ section near the end of the prologue. what do they denote, and where do they fall into this faction war that seems to be forming?)

i think realistically, we have too little info on the abbess to make much conclusions on anything- we have even less than we have on leander, and he’s left us with only dregs to draw conclusions from.

whatever relationship leander had with the senobium, however, i believe fully it is soured now. but i do believe there is a very relevant connection there.

all that connection fodder aside, however, i do agree that leander will be the catalyst for a lot of things. the flowers supposedly granted good luck- and repeat audience members to his show seemed very eager to receive those flowers. the line in his bio isn’t that his magic won’t save us, it’s that it can’t.

leander seemed to connect with us immediately, but i don’t believe for an instance it was a matter of just a new face in town. in a city with no walls? even surrounded by soulless as it is, i have no doubt- new faces are common enough in eridia. and yet he picked us out of the crowd. why?

aaah, i’m loosing my trail of thought here. i’m wondering what involvement leander had with our curse, if we’re looking at a hero and leander resurrection/reenactment. if it’s designed for him to withstand. or perhaps his insanity is already so present that the change was minimal for his state of mind. the devs did say the LIs are already the worst versions of themselves, come the time of canon.

someone noted that leander may be a good first route, since it was easy to unlock his red text. personally, i think leander will be the easiest to get a Good End in, because he wants to reach a Good End with us, but i think he’ll be the hardest to get a Best End in, because it means facing truths he is actively hiding away. i think we're going to have to be very particular, right from the first interaction with him, to really unlock the Best End for leander- perhaps even to the point of not unlocking the red text that's so easily available in the demo.

anyway asdlkjgfdlskf

i'm now going back and double checking what i've left unanswered asdlkjlgkdf. i wonder if he can swim too, or if perhaps he had a magical intervention to prevent himself from drowning again. perhaps a bracelet?

i think that's everything aslkjglfsdlkgjfd wow that got away with me. i'm still v disjointed with my brain thoughts at the moment, but there are so many pieces in play- and we only have the prologue to go off of. i'm very excited to see how it'll all come together adljgklf. for now, i think i'll put a tldr up the top as best i can. but yes, i have many thoughts, and no answers atm i'm afraid ;w;

(also i find it fascinating that mhin is the other potential leander eye-catcher, and their nickname from ais is dove. fascinating fascinating how the pieces fall into place.)

[radioiaci]

@ducktastic-dad ⧐ [ scars ] 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

He could not remember how they got here.

The drunken blur of events, further muddied by the sheer amount of what he'd consumed presumably the night before (he did not know what time it was), had apparently guided him to an... unfamiliar bed. It didn't take him a whole lot of time to put two and two together, even though his head was swimming with the lingering buzz. Was he still drunk? It was possible.

Alastor did not know if that was better or worse than being hung over. And he did not know much of anything else in that moment other than the sudden desire to sneak away and stagger back to his own room. But before he could abscond, there were arms enveloping him from behind.

He did not need to look to see who it was.

The difference in their statures was enough of a telltale sign, those darker arms finding their way to wrap around Alastor's gaunt frame in a hold that was almost tender. Though the room was still relatively dark, it felt as though he were being seen in the naked light of day, tension forcing its way through his muscles and up along his spine until the hairs on the back of his neck were standing with the nervous energy coursing through him.

He could not remember what they'd done. He was still dressed from the waist down, at the very least; still able to maintain some dignity, even as he racked his brain for more detail that would not come. The absence of true memory was stressful - Alastor fought the overwhelming urge to get hands up and into his hair to tug until something manifested. Either the memory or the pain. One or the other. To ease the anxiety that was jabbing him in so many ways like a menagerie of needles burying themselves beneath his flesh. His gaze was fixed elsewhere - not on the arms wrapped around him and certainly not making an attempt to get a glimpse of who they belonged to.

He knew. And was this not something akin to what he'd been wanting? For some time now? Was this not the way he could further stow himself inside of that delicate and beautiful ribcage to grasp fervently at beating heart and bathe himself in that golden blood?

That was a loaded question he did not want to answer. Not even to himself. And even if he had, it would make no difference, his sudden white-out of thought stark with the realization that Lucifer was actively beginning to press that soft, yet almost greedy mouth against some of Alastor's more prominent scars that raked their way down his shoulder blades and back. Visible still, even against the reddish fur that mimicked the color of his hair and made its way from head to tail.

The radio demon had no defense against that kind of treatment. Was this how Lucifer had wrangled him here to begin with?; the shiver and shudder leaving him in a slight fervor of exhales he could not control. There were new stings in various areas along his torso, too - not from himself, this time. Or from her. These were freshly made. By the claws at the end of those thin, graceful arms that were keeping such a determined hold on him as if to tell him to stay, lighting his nerves up in an entirely different way.

Enraptured, he thought. By the Devil himself.

The swimming of his head was not so bad, all of a sudden. It gave him enough courage; enough boldness to reach for one of those hands, wrapping red-tipped claws around the king's darker ones. Pausing, briefly, to narrow gaze at the golden ring that lingered upon a finger before he was diverting his attention elsewhere.

Up and to his own mouth, he shut his eyes to save himself from the embarrassment of chasing the desire to press a few languid and warm kisses in turn to that darkened flesh. Beneath his lips; beneath the flesh pulsed that almost-too-sweet, heavenly nectar. The thought made his heart thrum readily in his chest. He wanted to bite - to make Lucifer bleed fresh and coat him and his teeth and tongue in it.

But Alastor was drifting again. The alcohol was still running circles in his bloodstream - coaxing him back down and into the safety, secrecy, and security of those lavish sheets. Tired. Warm. Familiar(?).

No one needed to know. Not that he was actively fighting his instinct to flee, not that he'd opted to not take more than his fair share of a taste, not that he was retreating into the arms that had him wrapped up within them, not that he was turning to bury himself into that messy golden hair and close his eyes to pretend as though the morning were still hours, days, weeks, or months away.

It could be the sanctity of night, in his mind.

At least for a little while longer.

[tortoisebore]

OKAY SO FOR MY RAMBLE REQUEST i wanna know the losers’ love language

YES YES YES

this one got SO long & sappy im so so sorry gfjgnfjkgnjfkn

first i think growing up in a situation of neglect and abuse would have made it difficult for sirius to understand what it meant to intentionally give and receive love, and he'd genuinely have no idea what to do with overly affectionate people (like james!!!) for a long time. but once he got out of that home situation and had some time to process and start heal from it, i think he'd be extremely affectionate with the people he loves.

physical touch would be the biggest one--once he was able to understand that touch could be something gentle and precious, it became the easiest way to show people that he loved them. he was hesitant with it for a while because he was afraid that other people might be uncomfortable with it like he had been, but that turned into him having a super sharp eye when it came to understanding peoples' comfort levels with different kinds of affection without them needing to say it.

so by the time he & remus get together he understands himself a lot better in that regard. if you would have asked before, he would have said his only real love language was physical touch because it was his first instinct & what he had experience with, but he didn't really need things like gifts or acts of service to feel loved. like, he got quite enough of that growing up between all the extravagant birthday gifts he never wanted and the home staff waiting on him hand and foot his whole childhood & thinks he could probably go his entire life without experiencing either of those things ever again.

but then he starts seeing remus and everything turns upside down. on their third date remus brings him a tiny green glass bird trinket that he'd found at the thrift store they stopped by during their second date. sirius hadn't bought it then, but remus went back and got it the next day just because he said he'd liked it. so sirius gets home from their third date and puts it on his windowsill and stares at it for like.....fifteen entire minutes and decides it's his most cherished possession and if he could save one single thing from his entire room in a fire, it would be the bird. and then he gives remus a key to his apartment the week after that in retaliation because fuck it he's literally in love with that stupid sweet idiot & it was either that or ask him to fucking move in on their fourth date

and then it's their six month anniversary and remus is coming over for dinner and sirius is gonna whip up a nice little fancy pasta situation, but he gets held up because some moron decided to knock over an entire shelf of CDs on the back wall of the music store where he's been working the last couple of months. so he calls remus on the verge of tears & tells him he's going to be really late and maybe they should reschedule and he's so so so sorry, and remus is nice about it because he's always nice but sirius feels like absolute shit because he'd made all these plans and now he has to spend two fucking hours putting the shelf back together and reorganizing the CDs.

so he trudges home in a mood and he's so so sad and it's been the literal worst day ever, but then he gets home and remus is already there. he's lit candles and cleaned the kitchen and set the table, and he's done a really good job at attempting the fancy pasta situation sirius had planned even though he's a shit cook, and sirius' favorite cheap wine from the grocery store is on the counter next to a pretty little bouquet of flowers. and remus goes 'happy six month anniversary!!' and he's so fucking sweet that sirius just....,,.bursts into tears in the doorway. and remus is like "uhh!!! 😧 i'm sorry!! hey wait hold on I'm sorry!! are you okay!!" and sirius literally wants to tackle him to the ground because !!!! no one has ever worked this hard to make him happy !!!! no one has gone out of their way like this just because they loved him !!!! and that's a really fucking emotional discovery to make when he's just spent two hours alphabetizing five hundred CDs.

physical touch is still his number one love language because it's comforting and calming and he likes feeling desired, but the times that remus picks up his favorite chocolate on the way home just because he wanted to or does all the laundry on the weekends sirius has a hard time at work are just as meaningful as the times that remus hugs him from behind while he makes their coffee in the morning or walks with a hand in his back pocket when they're out together. he's not picky about the way that remus loves him, but sirius knows he tries really hard to do it in the most meaningful ways and that alone is enough to make him feel more secure and more cherished than he's ever felt with anyone else.

now switching gears, remus is an introvert. like, imagine the biggest introvert you've ever met and then multiply that by a hundred. he has an ongoing problem with tuning out in the middle of conversations because his social filter hit E out of nowhere, or staying holed up at home for three days trying to get energy back after a night out. his time and energy are rare and fleeting gifts, so quality time has always been the biggest way he shows people he loves them. but he's never desired someone else's time until sirius.

sirius is energetic and bright and and magnetic and he doesn't even have to do anything special to have entire rooms of people gravitating towards him. he could do anything he wanted, talk with anyone he wanted, be anywhere he wanted, but the fact that he chooses to give his time and attention to remus means more than any words or gifts or acts of service ever could.

he's really fucking surprised that sirius even agrees to go out with him in the first place, and even more surprised that he's completely present and engrossed in every moment when they are out together. he doesn't get distracted with his phone, doesn't stop and make conversation with every person that waves at him when they're at his regular coffee shop, doesn't try to fill every silence with thoughts or words that don't matter. he's entirely content to just be together, which is more than remus could have ever hoped to find in another person.

so one evening in the summer they're at remus' place watching reruns of a show they'd already finished, and remus is thinking he's never been happier in his life than he is in that moment--just sitting together quietly, sirius tucked into his side with his head on his shoulder, tracing little patterns onto his palm and giving a little laugh at the tv every once in a while. and then sirius' phone rings on the other side of the couch and he answers it on speakerphone, and it's marlene saying she got him a last minute ticket to that concert in the park downtown they'd been trying to get into for weeks. sirius perks up and remus deflates--of course sirius is going to go, and he absolutely should, he's been talking about this concert all summer, remus is just sad he'll have to leave--but then sirius goes 'ugh i'm sorry, i had something come up and i can't go tonight, you should take dorcas!!!' and he hangs up and just settles back in and remus is like '....hello?? why aren't you going??' and sirius just shrugs and squeezes him a little tighter and goes 'i'd rather be here with you' and remus loves him so so so bad he thinks he might explode with it

and sirius is also really, really good at knowing when remus needs A Moment. he's always been able to read remus like a book, even back when things were new, like he has some kind of sixth sense that lets him know when remus is Done and needs to go home and recharge. recharging also sometimes means being alone, and after a very brief period of misunderstanding in their early days, sirius gets it, and he understands like no one else ever has and gives remus that precious space when he needs it. remus knows that's difficult for him some days, so he works really, really hard to pay attention and make sure he's doing everything he can to let sirius know how much he loves him, even when he needs to be alone sometimes. if that means leaving work early to meet him for the walk home or getting up at the crack of dawn on mondays to grab coffees before sirius wakes up then so fucking be it, he'll go out of his way every single day for the rest of his life if it means sirius feels even half of remus' love for him

he also never would have thought physical touch would become so important to him until sirius. remus wasn't ever one to reach out first, and sirius had always been touchy--casual their first few dates and then leaning further into it; holding remus' hand as they walked from his work to the coffee place down the street, playing with his hair absently while they watched a movie or before falling asleep, trailing an delicate hand up his shirt in public and blinking at him innocently when remus sent him a warning look, giving a sweet little 'i have no idea what you're talking about' while dragging his nails down remus' spine, all evil and smug about it, pushing his buttons expertly until remus pulls him from the room & tugs him in the direction of home. but remus loves those moments now, cherishes them just like he cherishes everything else, and feels more wanted than he ever has before

sirius taught him a lot about how to love other people, how to study and learn them well enough to understand what they need, and ask for help when he got it wrong. he learned a lot about self-worth, about feeling deserving of the abundance of love that had suddenly crash-landed into his life, how to sit with it and accept it and give it in return, just because he wants to

[as-above-rp]

"Don't chase the rabbit" / for Kairi.

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

A voice calls out to Gabe in whispers overlapping, all around him;

'Ah, a new plaything stumbling into my lair? How refreshing. You have the smell of another on you. Someone you hold in high regard. But she has secrets. Would you like to know one?'

A hand reaches out of the shadows, all black and cloaked in smoke, and grabs the front of his face.

'Sleep. And you will dream of a secret. What you do with the knowledge is no concern of mine. I seek only to watch the chaos that unfolds after~'

Gabe's vision would fade, and he would find himself as a first person captive in someone else's memory...

[CW; MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, FAMILIAL LOSS, HOSPITALS]

.........

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...

Kairi's body felt heavy all over. It had felt like concrete ever since she woke up in the hospital, with her head and feet being the heaviest of all. The back of her head throbbed from the raised swelling, the stitches holding together the skin that had split from being slammed into the wall a week prior. Everything hurt so much that she had grown completely numb; she didn't even cry when the doctor's came to tell her that her mother had called to deliver the news that her father had passed away. It was just like her mother to not even bother delivering the news in person.

Himeno, Kairi's mother, treated everyone around her like playthings and messengers--mere servants to do her bidding. She didn't lift a finger when Kairi's dad became bed ridden--Kairi had done everything! From administering his medicine to cleaning him up and helping him change, to feeding him--she only left his side to use the restroom herself, or when she was pulled aside for private tutoring. She dropped out of her private middle school to take care of her father before her mother would even consider taking less hours at work. Kairi was happy to take care of her father; but it shouldn't have been her burden alone.

But thanks to her mother, Kairi had missed even being by his side in his final moments.

Her mother had come in while Kairi was administering the treatments that they had both worked on together; a possible cure for their hereditary heart disease. It was his passion, and Kairi had picked up the torch as soon as she was old enough to hold a beaker. But her mother, materialistic and narcissistic as always, saw Kairi injecting the solution into his IV and accused her of trying to kill him. She flew into a rage, saying Kairi was trying to prevent him from meeting with their lawyer to finalize his will. She pleaded with her mother to listen, but she wouldn't hear a word of it. She chased Kairi out of the room with murder in her eyes, fire magic crackling in her hands. Kairi tried to flee, but her mother caught up to her quickly; she was grabbed by the throat and slammed into the wall, splitting a nasty gash in the back of her head. By the time she had gotten herself up off the floor, there were dancing orange and gold lights outside.The last thing she remembered before blacking out, was seeing her father's greenhouse and all his research up in flames.

Now, Kairi was on her way home after the worst week of her young life. Her mother had only come up to the hospital to sign the release forms and take her home. In the 10 days she had spent recovering in the hospital, her mother didn't visit once. And the whole way home, she was griping at her daughter;

"You look like a skeleton. What did they feed you in there? You better not have forgotten to watch your calories while you were being doted on like a spoiled brat."

Kairi just stared down at her hands in her lap, her voice quiet and meek. "Yes, ma'am."

"As soon as you get home, you need to shower and help Millie pack up your father's things." She glanced to Kairi, golden eyes sharp and scrutinizing. "God, your hair is a trainwreck. Did they really have to shave that much off to stitch you up? Honestly, it wasn't even that bad. Did you tell them you had a competition in a week?"

"...no, ma'am." I was unconscious from you slamming my head into a wall, she wanted to say. But Kairi held her tongue--she knew better.

Her mother clicked her tongue in disappointment. "Of course you didn't. Anything to try and get out of the one thing you and I do together. Well we've already paid all the fees and bought your dress. We'll just have to do something else about your hair..."

Her mother's voice became white noise as Kairi looked outside the window. Her looks were one of the few things Himeno took pride in when it came to her daughter; Kairi had bright hazel eyes the color of warm ocean waters, and freckles from head to toe. Her hair was the color of wheat, shiny, thick and healthy hanging down to the middle of her back. She was the spitting image of her father, down to her nose. The only physicality she had of her mother was her strength and her curves, but her diet was strict so that she didn't get too plump in the wrong places. Kairi didn't inherit any of her mother's Oni traits; no horn, no red skin, no golden eyes. Her mother always said it was a good thing. Macro men didn't like women who looked like demons, she would say. Kairi could care less.

When they got home, Millie was waiting for them on the front steps. She greeted Kairi with a warm smile and an eager hello. Kairi tried to muster a hello in kind, but she could barely even manage the faintest curl of her lips into a forced smile. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the charred frames of their greenhouse leaning around the side of the house. Kairi didn't dare look at it.

Her mother walked right past her, but stopped to glare at Kairi after she'd stepped inside. "Are you listening to me? I said go take your shower. NOW."

"...Yes, ma'am."

Her mother rolled her eyes and turned her back to them, pulling out her phone. As she disappeared down a hallway, Millie leaned down to speak to Kairi.

"Miss Kairi do you need any help washing your hair? I don't imagine you should be getting the stitches wet."

Kairi shook her head. She had been surrounded by strangers, noise, and potent smells for 10 days. She just wanted some time alone.

"Alright. I'll be in your father's room getting things ready. If you need anything, just come and find me."

With a nod, Millie left to go upstairs. Kairi stood alone in the foyer, slowly looking around. She was in fact home...but it didn't feel like a home anymore. It felt just as sterile and lifeless as the hospital. There were no smells of hot oil, or seafood, or spices anymore. The plants here were expensive fakes. It was warm, but not in a welcoming and cozy way; warm in the same way a sauna or a gym felt--suffocating and sticky. She would have almost preferred the freezing cold of her hospital room.

Eventually, Kairi made her way over to the stairs leading up to the second floor. She dared not to move too quickly, lest she be hit with another fainting spell and end up passed out at the bottom of the steps. She passed the reading room, her own bedroom, and stopped in front of the bathroom door. The next door down was the spare room her father had been using when he was on bedrest--her mother had him moved there when the equipment 'kept her from getting any sleep'. Kairi forced herself to turn back to the bathroom door and step inside. She undressed from the tshirt and sweats her mother had brought for her to change into, and passed the sink to turn on the shower...but she stopped when she caught a reflection of herself in the mirror. She really did look like her father; sunken eyes and tired bags, a paleness to her already fair skin. She reached up to feel the back of her head, running her fingers over the stitches and soft buzzed hair around it. It was rather large, a 4 inch split with 14 stitches holding everything together, and an extra inch and a half shaved around the whole thing. Trying to style her hair to cover it would be tedious, but doable with how long it was...

And then, an idea hit her. An impulsive one. Kairi looked at the top drawer on the left side of the sink. She stared at it for a few seconds before opening it up. Slender fingers reached in and pulled out the electric razor she had been using to fix her father's hair when we was too weak to go out to get it cut. She remembered the first time she tried to use it on him, when she left a large bald spot on the top of his head. She was mortified, but he just laughed and made a joke about always wanting to see how he'd look as one of the Three Stooges. The memory made her smile a little, and tears sting in her eyes.

Kairi sniffled, and looked back at her tired reflection in the mirror. She could see her father in the wet reflection of her own hazel eyes, the same color as his, putting a hand on her shoulder for encouragement. She turned on the razor, the blades whirring to life. Taking a deep breath, and keeping one hand over her stitches to protect them, she made the first swipe down the middle of her head.

[nozomijoestar]

The entire T8 story is on YT and I hyperventilated so hard you'd think it's not 30 something F right now but 55

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Be Honest... Meme | Open

@soldier-lodbrok asked: Be honest: do you regret anything?

Sephiroth stood before Glenn Lodbrok, and silence had whispered between them for minutes and minutes on end as the energy, dark and powerful, brimmed and quivered around them. But finally, the blond spoke.

[REBIRTH SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT]

Regret...? Did Sephiroth regret anything? The silverette could grin in this moment, a crooked and heartless grin of amusement. Oh, how the weaving fates of the world entertained him now. Absolution, or salvation, it didn't matter what he reached--every single world, every single fate, every single glory and armageddon would be his entertainment, his fulfillment, his payment for the wrongs that were his existence.

It was the price existence had to pay, for allowing him a first breath, and many lasts.

But even now, under that glee, under that untouchable tainted gods exterior, there were flickers of memory...memory of that Sephiroth that had died slowly and painfully for years. Those memories carried feeling that was stirred, by the right catalyst. And even though Glenn stood before him, a puppet with state of life unclear between where he ended and life seeped out of him, and where Sephiroth's hold and grasp on him began.

Those flickers ran through memory, through missions, through moments. All of them, with Glenn. Butting heads, learning, the first and seemingly singular embraces found therein, and the ways in which the defector had left a long lasting impact that would echo through much of the way the former Perfect SOLDIERs life had been lived.

Hojo, labs, tests, his mother, the picture, the missions, the death, the wars, the propoganda, ShinRa, the executives, the recruits, Genesis, Angeal, Zack, Nibelheim, Jenova, Cloud, ruin, rage, rust, revenge....

Regret?

Sephiroth raised his hand, as if observing it curiously, only for his fingers to flex, invoking movement from the puppet standing before him. Any other moment, his strings were tight and pulled, drawn to every whim the monster possessed. But in this moment, there was only the tug. Glenn's question...was fully his own. Glenn, or whatever echoes Sephiroth's power allowed to linger, yearned to ask this question.

And for some reason, Sephiroth saw fit to give him an answer. Somewhere, below the mountains and oceans of rage, wounds, and divine righteousness, he remembered the man who had truly seen him.

"What I regret...singularly...is not reaching my power and right sooner. Imagine, Glenn...how much sooner I could have changed this world, this existence... Imagine what I could have stopped, and what I could have saved... A pity..."

[ghoulgeists]

Speaking of OotA and Karrion, I'm curious how your game is doing the lycanthrope thing! Can Karrion shift whenever they want? How are they during a full moon? What sorts of immunities and traits do they gain from the lycanthropy? Also I'm just curious about their story, if you are willing to divulge. :3c

THEYRE LIKE... lycanthrope lite haha, they're actually a shifter and a beast barbarian! I've been thinking of switching them to blood hunter just for the extra kick of true lycanthropy, but I'm not too read up on that class yet :'D I've got until level 5 to switch!

But to answer the rest of your questions, yep they can shift whenever they want! Usually it's for an extra boost in a fight or when they need some of their senses boosted (like smell), but other than that and the base of what happens when a shifter does their thing I haven't flavored it too much mechanically! Visually though it's a pretty gnarly and gruesome change which is so delicious to me. Real bone-snapping stuff >:]

The full moon doesn't affect them too strongly! It does make them a bit more sociable though, I guess you could say seeing the full moon improves their mood more than anything. There's none of that right now though because we're in the underdark so they're persistently moody :')

As for their story, they keep their past under wraps for the most part. They were raised by some... mmmmmmm not very good people! After losing their family. A while before the campaign started they freed themself through extreme violence, but were captured by drow and brought to the underdark where they were imprisoned along with the rest of the party. They definitely put up a fight though lol

I'm keeping most of their past secret because the players could see and I'd rather have Karrion reveal bits and pieces themselves in character! But I can say that their primary motivation for escaping the underdark is to just have one day of freedom and peace. Maybe to fall asleep under a pile of mulch or something.

I originally intended for it to be kind of a scary, imposing character but between immediately growing attached to a bunch of the npcs and pcs, me not being able to be mean to save my life, and the fact that they got mega wasted on one mug of dwarven ale, this huge weewoo is INCREDIBLY gap moe and I'm living for it.

[ripjulie-gone]

kiss the killer kpop idol,,,,

it  was  a  good  day  when  she  could  get  a  clean  sweep,  but  sometimes  she  allowed  someone  to  help  her  out. Why  should  she  have  all  the  fun?  crouching  down,  she  grasped  the  dagger  that  was  sticking  out  of  the  ground  and  plucked  it  up  before  standing  again. her  free  hand  pushing  up  her  mask,  blood  splattered  across  her  skin  as  if  she  were  a  goddamned  vampire. 

 twirling  the  blade  around,  she  made  her  way  towards  the  shack  where  she  knew  jiwoon  TRICKSTER  would  be  cleaning  up. ❝ you  missed  one. ❞  words  spoken  low,  voice  mixed  in  that  near  rumbling  purred  out  tone.       julie's  whole  body  felt  like  it  was  electrified. her  skin  nearly  jumping  with  the  energy  of  it. unlike  half  of  the  legion,  julie  liked  killing  (  she  never  used  to,  not  until  this  place  ). maybe  it  was  part  that  she  enjoyed  pleasing  people  that  looked  to  her  to  do  a  job,  but  either  way  she  reveled  in  it. she  was  good  at  it.       holding  out  the  dagger  to  him,  she  reached  out  with  her  free  hand  and  fingers  curled  in  the  front  of  his  shirt  and  tugging  him  down  to  her,  lips  soon  crashed  to  lips  and  she  didn't  care  that  she  was  getting  him  bloody  or  the  fact  that  she  could  taste  it  against  his  lips. teeth  dragged  along  lower  before  she  bit  harshly  and  leaned  into  him  again. feeding  into  the  kiss  that  seemed  to  come  from  nowhere. 

 finally,  she  pulled  back  and  rocked  onto  the  heels  of  her  boots  just  slightly. grin  curled  pierced  lips  as  hand  pressed  flat  against  chest. ❝ we  should  do  that  again  sometime. ❞  reaching  up,  she  grasped  his  chin  and  wiggled  just  a  bit  before  her  hand  fell  away  and  she  turned  and  slipped  out  of  the  killer  shack  just  as  silently  as  she  entered. ( + @seoulkill )

[sordidery]

@rodair . . . ❝ what more do you want? ❞ theo & harley quinn.

CLOTHED IN HER MOST FASHIONABLE BEST, AND ARMED TO THE TEETH, HARLEY QUINN HAS ALL THAT HER HEART COULD EVER DESIRE : a killer apartment, the wardrobe of a king, and several warrants for her arrest in surrounding counties. what more did she want? . . . something to fill the large, metaphorical, gaping wound in her chest. a purpose, a refuge, a nice bed of sand to bury her head in. she was, is, wasn't, didn't, could never know normalcy, but maybe a gal like her could do with a little purpose.

❝ aww, sparrow, you're too serious. lighten up, why dontchya? ❞ the person in front of her was a stranger, in every sense of the word, but harley wasn't afraid of making herself comfortable. in one hand is a mallet, oversized, obnoxious, and another 'o' word. the weapon fit in no reasonable place, was significantly costlier to upkeep than a gun might be, and the vibration from mallet hitting hard skull was sometimes unpleasant. she would die before ever considering a different type of defense. her other hand comes up to her mouth in a mimicry of shock. she releases her mallet there's a reverberating THUNK and begins gesturing wildly. ❝ let's try again, okay? you say 'hiya harley, i like your shoes!' an' i'll say, 'gee, birdie, is that a gun in your pocket or are ya just happy to see me?' ❞

[waywardsalt]

holy shit, I think I jsut now realized that Bellum is basically the primordial horror equivalent of those octopuses who borrow discarded shells to use as armor

oh that's a really really fun way to look at him