#tw famine mention

[sayruq]

[thestressedsimmer]

While the queen was in confinement and the kingdom was in turmoil, the king slipped away to the church frequently. Many saw it as him being pious in his faith to the Watcher, but he wasn't truly there for mass....

... He was there to visit people long gone. His father, his brother, and his dearest son.

Finding Prince John's grave, still decorated with gifts from his subjects and family members, he knelt on the cold ground. If somebody were to come and see him, they would be appalled to see the king in such a state - but all he could think about was his son.

His flesh and blood. While some kings were callous and only thought of his legacy, Louis had been raised by a family man. He was raised to love his family and children, even if they must be raised to do their duties to the kingdom and the Watcher. So how could he now contend with this grief?

"Hello, my boy. My John." He said, softly. A part of him was worried that somebody might come and see him like this, but he had asked the Mouths of the Watcher to ensure him privacy... Surely, they wouldn't risk angering their king.

"Your mother is preparing to birth your sibling. I know that my advisors say I should pray for a boy. I know that my duty says I need a son to take my throne. But my heart tells me to pray for a child. A child that breathes, that cries, that plays, that laughs... A child not an heir. Your grand-mère agrees with me. She says that I should pray as a father first and king second - but is that what's truly right? With you, I could not find the joy in things until you were gone...."

That was when he felt his emotions welling up. He had taken children for granted. His wife is a strong woman, but she is just as subject to nature as all of them. Rich or poor. King or the lowliest peasant.

Tears came unbidden. He let them fall. His grief had been pushed to the side as he took over the realm; it was part of why he struggled to be happy with his wife's first pregnancy and why he struggled now to connect with those around him. He could no longer speak as he was before, he could only cry.

Eventually, it started to feel as if he wasn't alone. While he knew that couldn't be true, it brought a sense of peace to him. Not happiness, that wouldn't be the right word, but it brought peace. His tears eventually slowed and he sniffled, wiping the rest of them away.

"I'm sorry, my boy. You shouldn't see me like that. I will be okay. As will your mère and frère or sœur. I will come and visit you again soon - perhaps I will bring everyone along with me then, hm?"

Placing his hand on top of his son's grave and giving a soft and weak smile, he said his goodbyes and left. If nothing else, he could be happy that John was with the Watcher and not suffering along with the rest of his kingdom.

[thefourchimes]

Talking more about The Four Chimes AU because yes

so there’s been an interesting surge of apocalypse four (though most people call them vecna four) content recently, which i am very much thrilled to see

in line with that, i’m gonna share a bit more on the au that has been built from the ground up ever since last year, having definite arcs and various aus and sub aus of it already

the four chimes au

this universe has been mine and @lumaxramblings 's blood, sweat, and tears for the past year, ever since July 14

i've made a few posts about it, and shared some snippets on it in some wip weds and weekends, but i never fully explained the universe beyond the little bubble of the discord thread in the discord server im in

so let me explain now. we know this already but the apocalypse four are vecna's four sacrifices to make the four gates, but in this au, they're not just the four sacrifices. they're the four chimes too.

you see, vecna had a vision. he had remembered the story of the four horsemen of the apocalypse from a time victor creel had brought him and alice to the Church to listen

the four horsemen of the apocalypse, he had mused...and inspiration struck him.

he had a vision, and he saw it through.

and he got them all. he won.

and now he has his four horsemen of the apocalypse, or in this universe rather...his four chimes of catastrophe.

you all know who they are, but the question is, who is who? well, as @lumaxramblings has said in that fateful ask that started this whole universe in the first place, it would be:

chrissy = famine

fred = death

patrick = war

max = pestilence

as for the reason, canon itself gives some details and evidence to point out who would be who. (tw ed mention on chrissy's part)

chrissy is famine because of her eating disorder and her "hunger" to be free in a sense. fred is death because of his survivor's guilt and all the constant grave and death visuals. patrick is war because of his home life and how he's always in constant conflict. and finally, max is pestilence because of her thought process on being something that plagues others...and vecna!lucas' "you are sick."

there's quite a few more points that can be brought up, along with how some of the canon scenes actually fuel this universe, but i'll talk about that another time

so now, vecna's sacrifices are no longer who they were before everything.

now, they are his soldiers, his little experiments, his four chimes of catastrophe.

and just as they had been broken, they will now be the ones to break the world.

...

(but then...you remember, the apocalypse 4 weren't the only ones who got caught in vecna's curse and vision.

you know who else did?

nancy wheeler.

and in the four horsemen of the apocalypse lore, wasn't there something going on with the white rider of the horsemen? the fact that...there's a bit of confusion on whether the white rider is pestilence...or conquest?

...in another universe, nancy is conquest, the fifth chime of catastrophe.

an incomplete chime.

...but maybe that's a story for another day...)

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i actually had started the fic of this already, but it's been a few months since i've updated it, oof :")

anyway, that's a bit of an explanation on the four chimes au.

it kind of becomes a s5 alternate universe in a sense? finnthony and i already have an idea on what happens all throughout the main story, complete with arcs already lmao (and that's not even talking about the sub-aus, like the conquest au...)

its lots of angst though, lemme tell you

i dont want to reveal too much but there is a lot of platonic and romantic dynamics here

platonic being the party's friendship (heh), the teens' friendship, best friend soulmates stobin ofc, and all other platonic relationships that can be connected with each member of this ragtag, traumatized group

for romance, we got lumax (with future elumax), byler, duzie, ronance, stongyle (aka steve x jonathan x argyle), jopper, and...well. a few others too, but i'll be keeping those quiet for now.

i’ll likely post more stuff at some point, to get it out here lmao and because this au is just <3

tagging the people who’ve been here all through out:

@laurienotteddy @mitski-slope @itsanotheridiot @hellsfireclub @history-of-stories @she-wont-miss

[leaslichoma]

Been thinking about the wendigo recently. Most adaptations are not very faithful to the original tales, but I think some of the themes are still quite relevant today. The wendigo is a giant cannibal, who awakens during winter to eat people to sate its never ending hunger. It is connected with winter famine. Hunger and starvation still exist today, but in a different form than the original tales were often used to. In ancient times, hunger was often a result of famine. People could not eat because they could not produce enough food. Today, we can produce more than enough food for everyone, but people still go hungry due to societies that refuse to help those in need. For millennia, the wendigo represented starvation caused by nature. In modern tales, I believe this monster can represent starvation caused by social murder.

[teethburger]

help (posts a comic of my dumbass ocs on a dare)

just for clarification; this batch of ocs is based on the seven deadly sins and the horsemen of the apocalypse. The horsemen are immortal beings that have been around for all of history and are pretty much deities, while the sins are fallen angels who don’t remember being angels, they just spawned on earth one day and don’t know shit about fuck. The sins and horsemen are also neighbors for some reason, so the horsemen have to sort of parent these horrible bratty gremlins. There is absolutely no plot to be found. This comic is based on the joke that Famine has a strong irrational hatred of Gluttony because their concepts are pretty much polar opposites. Gluttony doesn’t notice or care that Famine doesn’t like them

Transcript because my handwriting sucks

Gluttony: can we stop at McDonald’s? I’m hungry.

Famine: The Irish Potato Famine of 1845 was a devastating period of starvation that lasted approximately 7 years. Originating from a blight that destroyed potato crops and worsened by the British elite withholding food from the peasants, the ensuing chaos quickly became one of the worst human tragedies in history. People died huddled up in caves, their skeletons still being unearthed by the plough years later. So tell me, Gluttony, are you really hungry, or are you just spoiled?

Gluttony:…

Gluttony: Do you think they’ll let me have a happy meal toy with a Big Mac if I ask for it nicely?

[transformer-analysis]

Transformer Prime Theory: The Optics

It’s interesting how, in TFP, the characters all have a variety of optics sizes and shapes, instead of everyone having plain solid colours like in G1 and most other continuities. And I personally believe there is some more biological reasons why some of these optics look the way they are (some big, some small, some solid colours and others not, and some having rings and others not).

TW: starvation mention.

THEORY #1:

The size of the optics is determined by how well fed and healthy the transformer is.

Firstly, we can see that most Transformers with big optics are Decepticons, who we always know have more Energon mines and supplies than the Autobots.

Secondly. Megatron has a big optic that take over the entire frame, and he is totally someone who would have a feast himself first before feeding his subjects. On the contrary Optimus have one of the smallest optic in the show, probably because, unlike Megatron, he would only eat himself when he knows his subjects are well fed. (Poor Optimus)

Thirdly, Breakdown and Bulkhead also have some of the biggest optics in their teams. Breakdown is one of the few in the show whose optics are complete solid colors, and, although Bulkhead’s optics are not solid colours, or completely take over the frame, they are still much bigger than most other Autobots. This is probably because they are both the muscles of the team so they must have been fed more so that they can be stronger and fight better. (Cliffjumper might have been one, too, because he also got a huge optic, but we never hang around him enough to know for sure)

Fourthly: Bumblebee also got big optics, probably because he is the youngest Autobot, and is probably still growing in a way, so everyone would want to make sure he got enough nutrients to grow up big and healthy.

Fifthly: I think this is the best proof of all. So throughout the show Starscream’s optics are always quite big and round (though it is not always obvious in bright lightings).

(“Partner”, Season 1 Episode 20)

However, in the Orion Episode, while Starscream was sneaking into the Nemisis to steal energons, his optics suddenly fill the whole frame

(“Orion Pax Part One”, Season 2, Episode 2)

This is likely because, since Starscream had gone rogue at this point, and we know that in “Rock Bottom” (Season One Episode 19) Starscream has been hiding energons for himself, perhaps Starscream hasn’t yet learned how to manage supplies sustainably on his own, and quickly drained his resources that he’s hide for himself before. Thus, more energons in the eyes. That’s probably also why he has taken the risk to go back to the Nemisis to steal Energon cause he was out of it already. He was living feast or famine at this point.

Now, there are some bugs in this theory, such as why Knockout have such a small pupil despite not having any reasons to starve. However, knowing Knockout and his obsession with his appearance, I believe he would totally put himself on a diet to look even more fabulous. I don’t think Transformers can really gain weight from Energons, though, at least not in the way we think, but Knockout could also just love the look of a small optic and think it fits his beauty, so he starved himself to achieve that.

One question you might have for the theory, “But it has been going around that Ratchet starve himself to save the supplies for the others, but his optics are big?” Now. Ratchet, I believe, is a different situation, which leaves us to theory #2.

THEORY #2:

The ring around the optic signify how intensely the optic was used.

Firstly, like mentioned above, Ratchet have a special optic: his centeral pupil itself is pretty small, similiar size with Optimus’s, but it got a big ring around it, making it look big. Now I think the ring have nothing to do with how well fed the Transformer is, like the theory above, it is there to supply more Energon to the function of the optic, and making it sharper basically. Knockout also have one, probably for the same reason as Ratchet.

Secondly: Bumblebee also have one. Understandable. He is the scout, he need to look afar a lot.

Thirdly: if you look closely you can see that Optimus got these colorless, metal ring around his optic, too, which no one else have, but it doesn’t have Energon in them. This is probably because he probably used to have them, as Orion Pax, who was an archives working in front of computers all the time. But over the years of not using it in the same way as much as the Prime, Energons left the ring and left the area, leaving the empty ring behind.

Now, there goes my theories and how I think the optics works, kind of. There is still a lot that I am still working on and might make another post off in the future, such as why some of them had a white ring/circle in their optics (I don’t think white rings work the same as blue rings, cause Bulkhead have a white ring but he doesn’t have any reasons to need good vision more than others.) and why their optics are different colors.

I hoped you enjoy this

[yandere-daydreams]

See I want a vaguely medieval fantasy where gojo is the crown Prince more occupied with jousting and feasting than seriously ruling and geto is the slimy Court wizard who is actually doing most of the ruleing, and who is advising him to keep the cute little commoner who came petitioning the crown to give aid to their famine striken village.

After all what better way to help them then by keeping them safe and spoiled wrapped up in silk sheets between them.

Oh yeah and they'll send some bread or something too.

tw - non/con, unbalanced power dynamics, rampant corruption kink, and forced marriage. i go buck wild so quickly on this one and i apologize sincerely for that.

i mean,,, suguru would just be so slinky about it,,, talking up the value of your commoner's naivety to satoru,,, encouraging him to wait until your quickly approaching wedding day to finally take your innocence and fully bask in the spoils of regalitiy,,, only to let himself into the chambers where you're being imprisoned safe-kept every night and have a taste of the ""virginity"" he's been grooming satoru to be oh-so-excited to take. it's partially satoru's fault for being raised on stories of knights and princes, for caring more about things like duel tournaments and throwing big, elaborate banquets than he's tried to when it comes to domestic policies and the work that always seems to land on suguru's shoulders, instead. not that he minds. he prefers to be in control, but he's not above a little pettiness, every now and then.

and, when satoru does get his fairy-tale wedding and you inevitably break down to him about why exactly his favored advisor's taken it upon himself to visit you so often, his response will come in the form of an airy laugh, an 'i should've known' smile, a promise that he's not mad - just a little disappointed he didn't get to you first. of course, suguru will be called to your wedding quarters and, of course, he'll slowly and meticulously demonstrate everything he's learned about your delicate and so sorely mistreated commoner body while satoru watches on, only interrupting his hands-on participation is called for. it's only when you're on the verge of losing consciousness that suguru explains that you do have more than one virginity up for the taking if satoru is willing to break from tradition, many of which suguru was kind enough to leave more-or-less in-tact. the overeager newlywed that he is, satoru is quick to take him up on the offer, but only under suguru's careful observation, of course.

oh, and if it crosses him mind, suguru might mention that they did end up sending a few wagons of bread and root vegetables to your village, but only after most of your friends and neighbors had already died, moved on, or were otherwise deemed unsalvageable. condolences, sorrows, etc. etc. you seem to be doing well enough for yourself, though - truly, a show of King Satoru's absolutely limitlessness benevolence.

[imeanitplsmorenamifics]

This is for my Nami lovers! WE HAVE BEEN STARVED FOR TOO LONG! I CAN'T LET IT GO ON ANYMORE! THE FAMINE IS OVER! I hope you all enjoy this 💞! 100%, I was giggling, kicking my feet, and grinning the whole time I wrote this 😂. You can request here, my masterlist is here, my Flower Asks are here, Hozier asks are here, and my Taylor Swift asks are here. You can find my rules for requesting here. Electric Touch: Just by touching you could she set you on fire. Characters: Nami, GN!Reader Pairing: Nami x GN!Reader TW: Nothing I can think of.

Electric Touch

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There was one thing that you would always remember. It was engrained too deep in your mind to ever get lost in the sea of memories. The first time you ever won something couldn’t beat this one memory. Even eating your first-ever dessert couldn’t top this one memory. It was a memory that always stuck around in your mind, no matter how deeply you tried to push it down.

It was supposed to be a regular day for you. You were part of a pirate crew that decided to dock at a restaurant called the Baratie. You weren’t a higher-up in the crew, just someone who cleaned up after the other crew members. You were no one important. That was all you were. Just you.

Being pushed around was something you were used to. You were bottom of the food chain, so the other crew members could tell you to do something and you had no choice but to do it. This led you to walk out to the outside bar while it was dark outside to get alcohol for your crew that was eating inside. The kitchen apparently ran out of alcohol, and they would have to get some from the bar. Your captain told them to save their time and just let you do it. You had no choice but to comply.

A sigh escaped you as you walked through the crowd of people dancing at the outside bar. If you could leave the crew, you would. You only joined because you were under the impression your position would be much more important than what you are now. The captain said he saw potential in you, essentially leading you on in order to get you to join. When you found out that none of what he said was true, you brought up leaving. Let’s say that was the last time you ever mentioned it out loud.

And then it happened.

You bumped into someone. You were approaching the bar just as someone was going to leave it. Both of you collided with each other. Thankfully, no one was injured. You were able to walk it off fairly easily, and the other person was able to do the same. At first, in your annoyance, you wanted to tell the other person off.

The other person spoke up before you could say anything, “I’m sorry about that.” It was the voice of a woman. You looked up just as she touched your shoulder to help stabilize you.

In front of you was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen. She had orange hair that stopped a little above her shoulders. Mesmerizing blue eyes stared back into your (E/C) ones. It was as if time stopped in that moment. You felt butterflies in your stomach. The hand she placed on your shoulder was warming your skin, and you almost felt it buzzing. You never believed in the concept of love at first sight, but you were sure you were just now feeling that.

That feeling never went away, either. As you stood side by side with her on the Going Merry, you were talking about nothing. It was a casual conversation. Everyone had those. Things changed when, for a fraction of a second, you felt her hand graze your own. Just like the first time you met, you felt the warm, buzzing feeling. Butterflies went crazy in your stomach, and a smile graced your features.

���What is it?” She inquired with a curious glance.

You shook your head, “Nothing.” But it was everything. To you, moments like these were everything. You wanted to be like this with her for the rest of your life. You didn’t know if she felt the same way but you wanted things to work out between both of you. This woman could easily wreck your whole life or make it ten times better. Either way, you would invite her to do whatever she wanted with your life. As long as she was with you, it didn’t matter.

[ukranianacearo]

You can call me "Arlechino"

Arlechino!Reader (pronouns not mentioned) (I only mention general thing that Arlechino has, such as her hair colour, eye colour, her curse and how it affects her body. The power she has has nothing to do with the body build)

Tags: @futuristiclanddinosaur

Tw: I think none

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Arlechino!Reader x Doom

Synopsis: Doom with Arlechino!Reader

Author's note: it has been so long since I even opened genshin lol mostly my friend takes care of it since I don't have enough space on my phone to play it. I also don't know Arlechino so well, so I'll try my best💪 Sorry for any mistakes, this is not proofread, my main language isn't English and I hope you enjoy!! More under cut.

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♪ | You had pretty similar personality, so becoming friends itself was kinda difficult, because none of you started conversations if it wasn't out of need.

♪ | You both were young when Innocent zero took you in because you were powerful. Doom were suprised that you were on the same level as him and his brothers.

♪ | At some point he started to like your presence and wanted to be more around you.

♪ | Was so confused about it most of the time, but decided that it's better to explore the feeling to understand it than running away from it.

♪ | Not long after (actually, several years after) he started to develop romantic feelings towards you.

♪ | He also found it interesting how the curse that's on you affects your appearance, like making your arms pure black, even your nails (though he can't see it, only feel or imagine by descriptions).

♪ | Your power won't ever stop amusing him.

♪ | Definitely will ask to spare sometimes.

♪ | I firmly believe that Doom confessed, it would be in a simple yet touching manner.

♪ | I also believe that he kisses gently and slowly nost of the time. Other times it feels like he wants to devour you.

♪ | Since there's almost no one on his level, he finds your sparing sessions very intimate and exciting. He loves the fact that you can destroy him (physically and mentally, Arlechino's ability has something to do with mind) and be hot while doing so.

♪ | Famine and Delisaster would tease him and possibly you because of your relationship. Take it as you may.

♪ | Will find it endearing how you treat the kids at the orphanage (that is under your care) and how much they love you.

♪ | Would love to learn your real name and call you by it when alone.

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Sorry this is so short, I literally couldn't come up with anything else for this😔 also, I finally came back to GI (like a week ago I think) and do I have things to do😭 gotta grind lol

[fleetingcalypso]

Greetings, oh beautifully talented Calypso.

Today I come forward to ask you a quite peculiar request for a fic, if you'd be comfortable writing about it.

If you'd like to humor me, I am definitely a sucker for Francis Abernathy, therefore I present to you a prompt for him, that takes place in the timeline after the end of college.

Since I tremendously like the way you portray the characters psychological traits, I believe you could write a masterpiece out of this.

Could you write about a reunion between Francis and the reader, who has received Francis' goodbye letter and rushed to his side, after they went no contact for years.

Maybe they were occasional lovers while in college, but Francis kept the reader as a side piece for when Charles didn't want him? All while the reader had genuine feelings for him and stayed by his side even though they knew it was extremely toxic?

How would this reunion end? Would it be with or without comfort? If it's okay for you to write this, I'll leave this decision up to you. Thank you for listening and have a good day!

≋ Quite heartbreaking, being used as a replacement for an impossible love.

≋ Francis Abernathy x AMAB!Reader ≋

≋ Word Count: 2259 words.

≋ TW: Mentions of sh, mentions of s*icide, depressive themes, mentions of d*ath, probable manipulation and toxic relationship, one-sided love, lavender marriage.

≋ CW: Angst with no happy ending. Hurt/No Comfort. Reader is AMAB, but it can be read as GN!Reader.

“Mon amant,”

These are the first words I receive from the one man I gifted my best moments to. Black ink on white paper laughs in my face and  mocks me, the swirls in his penmanship whirl me into an hallucinogenic land I hadn’t stepped foot in for what felt like ages. The last time I spoke to him was at a funeral in St. Louis, a wretched day, where he promised me, with his gaze fixed on a black casket, that he’d never drift too far from me. After that, I’d only meet him in my dreams, during those nights where I thought my time had come.

Just eight letters perfectly placed, that was all it took for dried flowers to be bathed in holy water and blossom into divine red roses. For years and years I had tried to contact him, but in vain; my efforts in hearing his voice again, feeling his skin, catching a glimpse of his eyes only succeeded in my heart shrivelling up into something unrecognisable, chewed, consumed by worms and larvae. Each letter I sent found its way back to my doorstep, each call was left unanswered, Richard was my only way of knowing Francis was even alive at all.

Casting my feelings aside for just a moment, me and my soul feel no shame in drinking up each and every word on the page, it’s like eating cherries. One word leaves me hungry for the other, a famine coming to an end; after so long with only my memories keeping his memory alive it is difficult to contain my craving for any scrap of him I can get my cursed hands on.

His letter reads like an obituary although written in haste. 

“Mon amant,

I will not bother you with worthless, dishonest chatter of the likes of ‘How are you, my friend? We haven’t talked in a while!’ because this is most likely the first and last time I will speak to you in more time than I want to admit.

Seeing Henry being lowered into the ground, with none of our friends present, cleared a lot of fog into my mind, honestly I think this was a long time coming. Don’t feel sorry for me. You of all people, I wholeheartedly feel, should be somewhat relieved.

As I’m writing this, I realise - or perhaps I knew it all along - that I have been anything but kind to you, in our youth. I do ask, beg even, that you forgive me for my sins.

Forgive me for the kisses we shared, forgive me for those gasps I breathed against your neck, forgive me for having moulded you into the silhouette of what I was looking for in a lover, without ever actually dipping more than my finger in your waters.

Forgive me for all the promises I didn’t even try to keep.

There are many things we did together that I can still remember: when my eyes are closed and I'm tip-toeing on the fine line between sleep and wakefulness, my mind brings me back to whispers in the dark, to my back being pressed against the wall and to your hand in mine.

I won’t reminisce any longer. It leaves an all too saccharine aftertaste in my mouth.

If it matters any, you are the one thing I can’t bring myself to regret.

If after I fall into eternal sleep I happen to run into Henry, I will not hesitate in speaking my mind and asking him why the hell he was so selfish as to leave us all behind and not cause a bloodbath in that hotel room. 

Again, please don’t feel too anguished over this. It was only a matter of time.

Yours, if only for a fleeting moment in time,

Francis”

I read it, again and again, until it is burned into my retinas. I could repeat it out loud like a litany, like a religious chant forwards and backwards, in my sleep even. I most likely did repeat it in my sleep, as while I was on a plane rushing to his side in Logan, I remember being gently stirred awake by a young girl who thought I was trapped in what she called a nightmare. I assured her I was alright, but my words would soon reveal themselves to be false.

It was indeed a night terror that I was going through, only I wasn’t asleep and this was the cruel reality that fate had written in the cards for me. And terror inhabited my heart when my eyes finally met his once again.

Who was this man? Where had my Francis gone? Had I gotten the wrong room? Of course I hadn’t, he was reserved a private one, his personal nurse guided me to it.

We stared at each other and not a single muscle was moved, not until he was the one to break the spell that had enchanted us into cold statues. He sighed and turned away. I felt it like a slap in my face, still I rushed to the chair next to his bed, almost tripping over my own feet.

“Francis.” I breathe, tasting his name on my tongue, invisible maraschino cherries grazing my taste buds turning sour when my vision focuses on the bandages around his wrists. It’s unreal. The first time I can breathe in the air he exhales after an everlasting apnea, and it’s because he attempted to take his own life.

I want to scream. I want to break something. Hell, I’d strike him, if he wasn’t injured. What right does he have to take away what I hold closest to my chest? I could have lived, knowing he was alive, living his best - or worst- life somewhere in a far away meander of the world. I could have lived without his presence next to me. I could have endured it for a million lifetime, not knowing if my gaze would catch a glimpse of his red curls ever again. 

What I could not live with, was knowing he was not on this Earth anymore. That my affection was being dispersed into the wind, melting into the roots of trees with no way of reaching its recipient.

Silence reigned, I had left my house in a hurry, not even bothering to wash my dishes, fold my laundry or clean the coffee that spilled on my kitchen table when I read the name inked on the back of the letter delivered to me. It dawns on me tragically. I was so eager to finally be able to count the freckles on his cheeks again, that not for one second had I prepared what to say in his presence.

Surprisingly -or maybe not- he is the one to speak first, his words send an ice dagger through me, “How are you? We haven’t talked in a while.” He says not looking at me, just like he did during Henry’s funeral. History repeats itself.

These are the first words I receive from the one man I gifted my best moments to, this time at the very least I can hear his voice as he mocks me with what he quotes as worthless, dishonest chatter.

“Francis.” There’s a masked harshness to my tone that grabs him by the jaw and forces him to look my way once again. “You tried to kill yourself.”

“Wow, I left you as sharp as an arrow and I find you as dull as an unsharpened knife.” It sounds more like a tease than an insult, the slight rising of his eyebrow confirms my doubt. 

Why the hell would you do that? I want to say, why the hell would you promise me to stick by my side and then disappear like a phantom? Why in the world would you eradicate your existence from my life? But the words never come, because they’re not the ones I should say right now and with the way his hollowed eyes gaze into mine, it’s obvious he understands my struggle in not blowing up.

“I’ve been selfish,” He admits, trying to sit up straighter, my hands fists the material of my trousers to hold back from helping him, “I did not expect to see you ever again. That day, when we said goodbye to Henry…” For a blink of an eye he’s back in time, standing at my side, three rows behind our friend’s weeping mother, “Some inconsiderate part of me truly wanted to be with you, I was looking at the future and there wasn’t much I could count as permanent. Not even life itself. But you… You were always there for me.”

“I was.” I’m not ashamed to admit it. Those times where Charles wanted nothing to do with Francis, I was, without fail, the one he seeked comfort in. My body did not hesitate when it was pulled in bathroom stalls, in bedrooms or in a secluded corner of the library back at Hampden. Maybe he liked having me as his paramour because of my gentle touch and the way I’d carefully set his glasses to the side before kissing him, maybe being on the receiving hand of love and care made him feel more alive than his hair being pulled and teeth digging into his neck.

“I was scared.” Unlike me, he is ashamed. “I was scared if I kept you in my life, I would forever be reminded of what we did.” 

“What we did?” I echo him and he nods solemnly. It’s when his teeth begin torturing his bottom lip, that I almost let myself be pulled back in the past. I almost feel like Orpheus and Eurydice together as one, one single look behind me and I will be forever lost in what could have been. His tongue peaks out to alleviate the damage his teeth are guilty of and it is done.

Invisible spirits wrap themselves around my limbs and guide my hand on top of his, I restrained myself as much as humanly possible. His letter sits in the chest pocket of my jacket, it weighs heavy, though it is not the reason my body leans towards him.

Mesmerised by the way his curls bounce when his head shakes it takes a while for me to realise he’s slipped his hand away from mine to reach for a cigarette on his nightstand, jealousy possesses me when such a small object fits perfectly between his lips, nonetheless I light it up for him. The nearby ashtray is already a residence to a dead cigarette, though it looks like it was put out as soon as it was lit.

After breathing out a cloud of smoke Francis decides it’s time to throw my world off its axis, “I’m getting married. I have to, or I can kiss my grandfather’s money goodbye.” If jealousy possessed me earlier, for a simple cigarette, now a pit sits in my stomach, my head tilts in confusion because it’s all I can do while my throat goes dry. “To an impossibly stupid girl, of all people.” He adds, and it doesn’t take long until he shoves in my hands a photo of someone I don’t recognize.

“She’s pretty.”

“Richard said the same. You just missed him, he left a moment before you arrived.” For some reason it irks me that Richard was here before me. He’d always been everywhere and nowhere at once yet somehow still in the way. Too often Francis had confessed to me how interesting it would be if he could have a chance with Richard.

The more I stared at the smiling woman in the picture the more daggers piercing me. While he may not ever truly love her like a man loves a woman, perhaps she could give him a good life. Something he clearly did not want with me. I’m quick to brush that thought away, the same way I set the photo back onto the nightstand. “Nonetheless congra-”

“I had found someone else.” He interrupts and at this point maybe it would have been better if I had just stayed at home, if I had forgotten Francis Abernathy existed and if I had tried to wash his taste out of my mouth with soap. Each and every word he says is a bullet aimed to kill, he probably doesn’t even realise or if he does then the years have made him much more cruel than I could have ever imagined. “His name is Kim, he’s a lawyer, he went to Harward, he was good. But no, instead I have to marry a stupid girl, whose presence sucks the fun out of every room she steps foot into.” 

“I’m sorry.” What else is there to say? “I’m really sorry, Francis.”

“I’m sorry too.” 

“I shouldn’t have come.”

“No, no you shouldn’t have.”

I wonder if I could offer him to run away together. I wonder if he’d agree to let me be his saviour. I wonder if he opened up to Richard in one day more than he ever did with me. I wonder if he’s going to notice that I stole one of his cigarettes. I wonder how much time I’ve spent sitting in silence on a bench a couple streets away from Brigham and Women’s Hospital. I wonder how much time has passed since I last smoked a cigarette. I wonder why it doesn’t hurt as much as I imagined when the letter he wrote me burns at my feet. I wonder when the next flight back home is.

[azsazz]

Sinful Smut Masterlist:

Intertwine [Smut]

Rough Terrain (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) [Enemies to Lovers, angst, smut]

Flame and Ash [Smut]

Sweet Like Frosting [Smut]

One More [Fluff, smut]

Alpha Save Me [Smut, A/B/O dynamics]

Smirks and Shadows [Smut]

In the House Love Built [Smut]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Batboys]

After Hours [Modern!Azriel AU, Smut]

Dirty Work [Smut]

In Ribbons [Smut, Daddy!Az, Sub!Az]

Secrets in the Shadows [Masturbation]

Sway [Smut]

Seeing Red [Smut]

Ruby Red [Smut]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Cass]

You Should Probably Leave [Smut, Sub!Cassian]

Mirror Mirror [Smut]

Better Men Have Hit Their Knees and Bigger Men Have Died [Smut, Hate-Fucking]

Sharing is Caring [Smut, YA!Rhys]

Dioxazine (Part 2) [Modern!Rhys, Art School AU, Smut]

November Third [Smut]

In the Foxholes [Smut]

You Know I Always Liked Playing with Fire [Smut, TW: slight masochism, slight sadism]

Soul on Fire [Smut, face-fucking, mentions of voyeurism]

In Full Bloom [Smut]

Fall into Night [Azriel x Eris x Reader, Smut]

Wrong Side of the Right Coin (Part 2) [Azriel x Eris x Reader, Angst, Smut]

The Lady of Fire and Night [Azriel x Eris x Reader, Smut, MxM Reader Watches]

An Unquenchable Hunger [Rhysand x Feyre x Reader, Smut]

Dead by Dawn (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14 – Coming Soon) [Azriel x Cassian x Reader, Modern Zombie AU, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn]

What’s Mine [Rhysand x Eris x Reader, Smut, FMM, A/BO dynamics]

Pack Mentality [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

Bloody Hearts (Part 2) (Part 3 – Coming Soon) [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Modern Mafia AU, Angst, Smut]

If You Should Die Before You Wake [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Smut]

Learn Your Lesson [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Smut]

Sanctum [Azriel x Cassian x Rhysand x Reader, Smut, A/B/O Dynamics]

Hungry for More [Azriel x Cassian x Reader, Smut, Oral (F giving), Double Penetration, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage]

A Court of Four Horsemen:

Based off of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse featuring Rhysand as Conquest, Cassian as War, Eris as Famine, and Azriel as Death. [Angst, Smut]

I. The Lost Girl [Rhys x Reader]

II. The Last Petal [Cassian x Reader]

III. The Scourge of Autumn [Eris x Reader]

IV. The Darkest Night [Azriel x Reader]

[thestressedsimmer]

Duchess Elizabeth Capet of Willow Creek has been delivered of a son and a daughter within seconds of each other on July 7th, 1315 at 5:39 AM

The children were named Gilbert and Genevote. Unfortunately, Gilbert was born sleeping and will be buried within the coming days. Genevote is alive and well; resting with her mother.

Please offer the duke and duchess your prayers.

[eunchancorner]

Pspspspspsps come get your loreeeeeee

Tw for a lot of religious crap and some mentions of death. And remember, we don't need canon where we're going!

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Once, long ago, when the universe came into being, so too did two great beings, known simply as Gods. One, the one who many know of, has many names, often known as Allah, Jehovah or simply God. But the other, the true creator, known to the few, was given the name The Eyes Of The Universe. 

The Eyes Of The Universe created the planets and stars, plants and water, and many animals to inhabit Its worlds. But God grew envious as It watched Its sibling’s creations flourish, jealous of the power The Eyes Of The Universe held. However, God knew It only held the power to make one creation, so It thought out carefully what It would create. The creation had to be so powerful that it could rule over all of Its sibling’s creations, but not obviously so, so that by the time it ruled over The Eyes Of The Universe’s creations, it would be too late to eradicate them. 

And so, it created a species that could evolve quicker, that could learn more than any other animal. And so it began, the evolution of humanity from that very species. Soon, humans would rule the world, being so strong and intelligent that they could easily take over the land and kill the animals that fought against them, but still so weak that they would be forced to remain subservient to God, lest they be reminded of their mortality. 

But slowly, humanity began to realize that there was more power behind their creation than God had intended to give, for they were made in jealousy, and as such, their own jealousy and ambition gave them power. 

God worked tirelessly to keep them down, spreading famine and pestilence, snuffing out lives before they were able to ascend to godhood. However, five siblings found a way to survive every time. 

Leshy, the youngest, would create chaos to distract God, to veil his siblings’ intentions. He was the first to fall. 

Kallamar, the second youngest, would heal the sick and the wounded, forcibly ending plagues brought upon the land. He was the second to be slain by God’s hand. 

Heket, the second eldest, would use the force of the land to grow crops and slay animals for meat to reduce famines. Despite her efforts, she was the third to fall to poison in her own hunt. 

Shamura, the eldest, would make peace with enemies, rallying them against God in an attempt to overthrow It. But eventually, they fell as well. 

Narinder was the final sibling, but he had managed to do something his siblings could not; he had found a way to reverse death, leading to his worship. Such power brought him up to the level of God, but in the end, even he was bested. 

However, due to his newfound power, he could no longer be slain, lest the people shunned God and began to worship Its sibling. So, he was tethered to a new plane, with four chains made up of His siblings’ power, a place where the souls of the dead could be sent in search of rest, instead of wandering the mortal plane seeking resurrection. 

In the aftermath of the battle, The Eyes Of The Universe revealed It had foreseen Its sibling’s betrayal, yet did nothing to stop it.

“But why then, did you allow me to create a species that could conquer your own?” God questioned, and yet was met with an answer that even It could not believe.

“For many reasons. I had foreseen their betrayal, and had hoped you would learn that attempting to usurp power with jealousy would be something that any species spawned out of jealousy would be capable of. But I was also not creating merely to create. I was creating for you, to show you how powerful you can be, to drive you to make a creation of your own, even if only one. I wanted you to feel the power of having a domain to rule over. So now, that is what I want you to do. Go forth, and rule over your creation as their God.”

And in time, humanity forgot about God’s betrayal, following Its word blindly and remembering only It. And The Eyes Of The Universe and Narinder waited in the shadows, expecting to be nothing more than rumors in the wind or tales for youngsters.

Alas, history had different plans.

[crevassier]

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders Warm, not enough to confuse his body, yet not so little that it did not keep the warmth in. The façade that had slowly become his everyday had been undone at the sight. Any cloak or cloth that he could remove to warm him had been thrown off and promptly wrapped around the boy. When had been the last time he held him so close? Sylvain's face rested under his and the chill on contact left his hands timid. Timid as they were, they would hold as tightly as they could> "Sylvain......" He needed him to speak...say something...move any more than the tiny whimpers and hiccups that seemed all he was capable of now. The trembling was terrifying. "Say...once we return to Fhirdiad...to see Dimitri and the king....you'll join me for a game...won't you?" Finally they were sat by the fire and he made sure to hold Sylvain tight, even if he was starting to get hot from the heat of it. "If you best me...I'll make sure to take you to the bakery...any treat you could want, so long...as you win of course." His hand gently held damp locks of hair, soon resting over his ears. There was too much commotion...he had already had his fill of that this day. "Pull through...you must..." He had regained that composure, in his face at least...but his voice couldn't betray the desperation in his heart...nor could his arms stop themselves from holding the boy as if even a bit of hesitation might see him simply slip away...

(tw: mentions of domestic abuse between siblings, mentions of death)

Sylvain had an idea of what death most likely felt like. He knew of soldiers and knights who marched to war and ended up slain by a blade, arrow or burst of magic- and of course he knew of disease and famine. But to the young heir, he always saw death in the form of a wave of cold, slowly rising as it freezes and takes one’s body and soul. Even if one is burnt alive, Sylvain wondered if cold wasn’t what received them as they crossed the river of death. Ironic, considering how the Goddess was always portrayed as a warmly-lit divine maiden, with a gentle and nurturing expression on her face. 

But then he also imagined that the Goddess would come after the rush of cold- her embrace, or the flames of hell. The moment one met their end they’d be plunged in freezing cold and left to wait and see if they’d be touched by the Mother’s comforting hands or licked by the blazes of the damned.

For a boy whose age remained in the single digits, he had already created a solid idea of what death would be like- not because he fantasized about it, but because his brain had already begun to face it as a possibility that winter afternoon, arms tightly wrapped around his own knees as he no longer had the strength to tilt his neck to look up. The shallow water offered no risks of drowning, instead feeding on his body heat until he couldn’t even feel pain radiating from his injuries anymore, or feel his fingers, or toes.

He had it coming, really. He should’ve never accepted taking a walk with Miklan, but then again, he’d drag him outside regardless of his answer. And even if Sylvain kicked and screamed, it would only delay the inevitable. Even as his brother asked him to look over the well’s edge, saying there was something interesting at the bottom, Sylvain should’ve known that his brother would never do that without a purpose. If anything he was lucky that the fall didn’t break his neck- he had only broken his ankle. Or at least that’s what he could tell before the cold made it impossible to even feel it.

At the bottom of that well, Sylvain had begun to accept it- that’s it. He couldn’t fight it even if he wanted to, his jaw shivering and his lips too numb for him to even scream for help or cry. Nestling his head on his knees as he curled into himself, a futile attempt to preserve body heat, he waited.  The cold he feared, it was his end. He was going to die.

The next thing he knew, there was warmth and he was almost sure that he had met his end. But instead of a world of light beyond the sky, it was nighttime and above was a ceiling of stone and wood. As soft golden eyes struggled to peek through ginger eyelashes, hints of his location slowly made themselves known. The sound and light from a fireplace to his side, the blurry shapes of furniture illuminated by moonlight, the smell of wood and leather- home. 

And instead of the Goddess’ loving embrace, he felt warm blankets and pelts restricting his movements, and a hand caressing his head. A hand much too big to belong to the Goddess or his mother, and much too caring to belong to Miklan. His father was the one who cradled his body, whispering things Sylvain was still too dazed to fully understand but in a tone he never heard from the man before. Matthias was always so serious, so distant. He wasn’t cruel like his brother, but he wasn’t soft and gentle like his mother. A stern, solid pillar of strength and support whose love was expressed by urging him to become stronger and more skilled- or so the young boy had chosen to interpret his father’s absence as. 

It felt easier to accept it that way, at least.

“Dad…” The battle to force his voice out was won, earning him an almost whimper. Staying awake was a daunting challenge in itself, so anything more than that would be at the price of whatever efforts his tiny body could provide. 

He didn’t really know what to do or say. “...sorry…” Perhaps this, for his carelessness. Father spent so much time teaching him strategy only for him to fall for such a predictable move. Matthias would surely be angry at him for this later. 

Or perhaps it was an apology for his own selfishness, as he chose to use whatever energy he had left to try to enjoy the embrace provided by his father. The trembling slowly dissipated as his breathing stabilized into a steady rhythm, eyes blinking lazily, staring at nothing in particular. 

He truly was something else, to act this spoiled. But the last time his father had hugged him like that had been so many moons ago, that perhaps nearly dying was worth it after all.

[echolocati0n-art]

More c!puffychu headcanons because im insane

( small tw for mention of eating disorders)

Puffy and Niki switch off between being both big and little spoon but its typically niki

Puffy smokes and Niki is like noooo babe its not healthy

Puffy is a fantastic swimmer and Niki can barely swim

Niki vents about her relationship to Techno, an aroace man who is just like brutally honest

the syndicate is Nikis found family and they stare down Puffy when she comes to visit like "if you hurt her we will destroy you this girl has been through enough"

Niki likes kissing Puffys nose because its a little sheep nose and she thinks its cute

Niki fell first but Puffy fell harder

Puffy bleets when shes nervous (so do Tubbo and Schlatt btw)

Puffy cannot dance to save her life and Niki teaches her

During the period where they were not talking, Puffy and Niki talked to Eret both seperately without the other knowing and they were like "please just talk to the other one i PROMISE they will understand" but then they do not and it drove Eret crazy

The canon ending sucks, no one died and Puffy joins the syndicate and they go cause chaos and even go on pirate adventures

Niki and Puffy get married after a few years, and use the diamond promise rings, Foolish officiates it

Niki is the stars and Puffy is the sun

Nikis love language is words of affirmation and so is Puffys (they have trauma bro come on)

Puffy doesnt need a blanket because she has her wool/hair to keep her warm which often results in Niki being a little creature and stealing all the blankets, Puffy sometimes gets cold in the winter but she doesnt mind

Niki has trouble eating due to the famine in lmanburg/ her city / not being able to cook so Puffy will cook for her and make her snacks and stuff

Puffy also has trouble with trust and paranoia so they have a night light and extra security measures on their house

speaking of their house, its just over Nikis city in the flower forest, its a little cottage and they have a garden, they exchange news with Kinoko Kingdom and will go over there to shop or just hang out with its members

Puffy forced Sapnap to apologize to Niki for the whole pet war thing and they are on decent terms, he made her a stuffed fox

(c!sapnap is silly i wish he wasnt dtteam but it aint about him its about nikis healing shhhh)

Niki is an pansexual transwoman

Puffy is a he/she bisexual

[mothgrudge]

(under construction)

MAIN FAMILY

what started as anime ocs from our youths has turned into a full universe centered around (1) giant magic family. i’m talking generations of queers in love and having a good time. this is the main bit of our ocs and they usually get tossed (like salad) through different aus, timelines, careers, existences etc. the main-main ocs from this universe would be mai (they/them) and slate (he/him).

the main family itself centers around the takuma’s (mai’s family); descended from a fertility goddess & a nature god and are witches p much. slate, a normie ends up getting swept up in the whirlwind and ends up dragging his friends into it too.

we love these guys very much :’)

(also can you tell that ren struggles with slate’s design 💀 top left is the most recent and most accurate to what he looks like lol)

PLAGUE INC.

PLAGUE INC has had its claws in this city for too many years to count; and everything that exists is under their control. The police, the government, crime, even you. Their crowning achievement to maintain power comes via The Horsemen—experiments of extraordinary power who wield abilities similar to their monikers. Death (they/she) is one in a long list of her namesake, and like many before her; she wants to get out. But you can’t just leave PLAGUE INC. — unless you’re in a body bag. Horsemen are kept separate unless they’re on missions, but The Higher Ups have grown sloppy; made complacent by their unchecked privilege. And as Death learns, The Horsemen and their allies are stronger together, and for the shit hands they’ve all been dealt… there’s more than just fire and brimstone to pay.

tw(s): body horror and gratuitous gore and torture, human experimentation (gone Bad :3), mentions of SA, death

main characters: death (they/she), war (he/him), pestilence “pesty” (they/he), famine “famy” (he/it)

other characters: counselor q (she/her), nurse 37 (he/him), styx (he/him), older war (*he’s a previous war before current war; he/him), counselor v (they/them)

GUARDIANS

The world may have ended… but in (City Name) it evolved

Saelime was already at the precipice of finding the cure to the outbreak when it reached the city they lived in. Thinking fast, she and her confidants were able to fire up her newest creation THE DOME to keep the virus out and meager remains of the population in. Using her cure, she was able to remove the virus from virtually all inhabitants and under her leadership she was able to progress society even beyond the world’s wildest dreams before the virus even began.

But with great power comes great responsibility. And that great responsibility creates enemies.

No one was expecting when Saelime was assassinated. But using her same technology that saved humanity from its downfall before allowed for her body was preserved. The different aspects of her research and work were placed into towers in different areas of the city and Guardians were put into place to ensure that her work wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands.

But without Saelime to herald innovation… The cracks in her work that she had yet to improve are beginning to show. Those who survived the outbreak outside THE DOME are slipping in more and more through its cracks to try and steal her work and gain control of the city. And the Guardians themselves need to discover if there is a way humanity can ever leave THE DOME… and what plans Saelime was truly working towards.

tw(s): disease/death via illness, zombies (and the similar)

THE ATELIER: DEVIL’S VANITY

Underneath the city, a land of darkness, violence, and sin awaits. Demons, the supernatural, and hedonistic pleasure are king here and at the center of it all, The Atelier ruled by Vangel (or DeVa; they/he/deux/vanguard) focuses on custom designs, lingerie and making your wildest dreams come true (obviously, at a price).

Over the many years that Vangel has been alive, he’s taken in numerous lost souls as their “children” and they all have a place in his Atelier. Currently, Leoné (or Leo; they/countess/hers), Solstice (any), Nadeen (he/him), and Alice (she/he) all reside with Vangel and manage the day to day of the Atelier.

Elsewhere, under Vangel’s watchful eye, a human brothel runs strong. Mistress Saccharine (she/her) similarly to her flame (Vangel), has numerous “children” she watches over and even further in the Atelier, demons head to the surface to take jobs among humans, blending in among the shadows.

This colorful cast of characters may get up to more darker fun than most, but their bonds are stronger than anything else known to man.

tw(s): violence, sex, all that jazz. also a pretty much go nuts we’re having fun type of story lol

ANIMAL GUARDIANS

The many nations of (land) have come together to enact peace treaty by electing guardians from each of the animal-humanoid races around their land. Keeping peace is hard work, but their interpersonal lives don’t stop just because they have a fancy title! Hijinks and antics ensue.

tw(s): none really? occasional violence and sex but it’s really just “yeah these half human half animal ocs are friends and have a Time”

SILVER & ROU

Lady Silver Needle Tea (she/her) has decidedly sworn off romance. Numerous proposals from vying lords ever since she first began to blossom have made her wary and downright hostile: if you wish for her hand, then you’ll have to best her in a sword fight. And… as the best swordsman in the land only second to her own mother, it’s thinned the crowd of suitors significantly.

This all changes when she unexpectedly meets an assassin, the red wine dragon Merlot “Rou” (he/him) who just so happens to be in town on business. They hit it off and fall hard and fast, their romance changing each of them for the better.

tw(s): occasional violence but this is mostly light, airy, and romantic. explicit sex though.

other characters: the rest of the tea clan -> father: lord earl grey tea, mother: lady matcha green tea, uncle: gyokuro green & his daughter calypso coffee green, all of sil’s younger siblings -> twins longan red date “ganji” tea & hibiscus rose hip “hibby” tea, yu hua “rain flower” tea, erish breakfast tea, osmanthus “ossy” tea, ginger snap tea

*more of rou’s associates to come*

THE STAR CHILD

After being wrongfully enslaved by a tyrannical ruler, Hassan (he/him), supported by his eventual wife Tatiana “Titi” (she/her; trans) led a revolt against the powers at be and reclaimed the throne for himself. Their desert nation for so long has been struggling and through Hassan and Titi’s keen and just leadership, the nation is beginning to get on its feet once more.

The one thing that could make this all perfect would be if they could have a child; a signifier of their love, their commitment to their nation and each other, and to take on the torch of the kingdom when the time comes. After many years devoted to their people, the gods hear them and answer their wish—a child descended from the heavens and delivered right on the palace’s doorstep bearing a star symbol on his head. They name him Naseer (he/him).

But why have the gods answered their prayer? What power does their star child hold? And what lays in wait as other kingdoms begin to take notice of their budding nation?

tw(s): enslavement and torture (flashbacks only), transphobia (flashbacks only)

I ATE MY MOTHER

Samara “Sam” (she/her) is a naga—or a lamia if you want to get political about it. Her mother is the Queen of Lamia, and is a certified bitch in every sense of the word. In order to keep Sam from inheriting the throne she drives her out of the kingdom, and sends her goons after her to kill her—and she’s managed to shake them off for awhile now.

Earning a living as a stripper and creating a tight knit group of friends ready to ride or die for her has made Sam realize—she’s never going to be truly happy until her mother leaves her the eff alone! And the only way to make that happen is to ascend the throne.

Or in the world of naga: she has to eat her mother.

Sex, hijinks, and a little bit of cannibalism are on the menu.

tw(s): cannibalism, supernatural creatures and violence, body horror, graphic depictions of sex, drugs, blood and guts, looooots of swearing

the main gang! in order top L to bottom R -> Malachi “Kai” (half vampire, he/him), Jaxx (fruit vampire, he/him), Raj (fae/changeling, he/him), Samara “Sam” (naga, she/her), Juno (arachnid, she/her), Ellawyn “Winnie” (vampire, she/her)

MICAH & SWEETS

Micah has a gift: the ability to enter people’s dreams. To soothe their nightmares or to kill the Tormentors that can plague the mind; or to even find evidence of past crimes. He discovered this gift long ago, and has been putting it to use in the Dream Division of the local police chapter. It’s the only way he can make money with his crippling insomnia—or so he tells himself.

His partner and long time best friend, Sweets, has had it up to here with the way the force exploits him. They’re always looking for their next gig or side hustle to pay the bills, more and more so that Micah doesn’t have to go to work and face the horrors.

But when a large criminal ring overtakes the city and Dreamers from out of town show up; Micah realizes he’s not alone.

Or in over his head. Whichever comes first.

tw(s): horror, fucked up nightmares, corrupt pd (acab and all that), exploitation

SPACE IS A CIRCLE

under construction wip lol