#tw famine mention

[sayruq]

[thestressedsimmer]

For a child under a year of age, the funeral was not much. She was buried with her mother, who would undoubtedly be glad to be reunited with her - if sad that meant she was no longer living.

The family had come, but their guards insisted that they couldn't stay long and after the mass and prayer for Genevote, they were ushered back into the carriage and whisked away. Robert understood, things were dangerous and seeing as his family consisted of women and a man still recovering from poisoning? They needed to be kept safe. Not to mention his brother is the king.

He stayed behind. He had not been able to cry when they were around; even though he's sure everyone (especially his mother) knew that he felt crushed.

But still, he only felt able to let the tears out when he was completely alone with his girls' graves.

[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.

[plural-paganism]

TW for opinion and mentions of a certain orange man.

So I’ve seen a lot of tiktoks recently talking about how angry the Gods are about the results of the US election and I honestly wanted to talk to about it.

To be blunt: I do not think they care. It’s awful, yes, but… This is nothing compared to the things that have happened in their life times. I’m sure they have much more important things to do than worry about who humans are electing to be their president.

They didn’t step in to help with the Trojan war until Achilles asked Thetis to tell Zeus to help the Trojans, for god’s sake. That was like, ten years of war before they actually did anything.

Unfortunately, America isn’t the centre of the world. There are other awful things happening around the world, all throughout history. There have been many terrible wars and famines and disasters, and while the consequences of Tr*mp being re-elected will be devastating for the country and probably some others, his life is but a blip in theirs and I just don’t think they would care about a carrot man.

But who knows. Maybe I’ll be proven wrong. I just think that when people say the gods are raging against his re-election, they’re thinking a little too hard about it.

[saltsongwc]

thistleclaw is very involved with both of their original stories … how is he related to them in this rewrite?

@mrcow101 (sorry for not answering separetly but together fits better)

No art here, don't know what to put sorry

Okay so, tw for mentions of grooming, I gotta mention Spottedleaf's Heart because a lot of the divergences from the au would directly take place in the timeline of the book, TLDR if you don't want to read my "This is why Spottedleaf's Heart fails as an expansion of her charcter in a satisfying way, this is the trope and why it's in use both in the book and in the au, this is what happens, this is what I would change, this is why 'Thistleclaw is a horrible person even without Spottedleaf's Heart', and this is the end" yap: Spottedpaw is not groomed by Thistleclaw in the mate sense, he does groom her into his idiology of "Thunderclan above the rest" much like he did Tigerpaw, there is no Dark Forest training, and Tigerfoot kills him because Thistleclaw tried to kill him as revenge.

Yap session below

If Thistleclaw did the same thing he did to Spottedleaf in canon to Spottedstem in this au, then I would've have her kill Thistleclaw, my script teacher would say "that's not positive and shouldn't be good" but justice is not given to the characters in warriors they gotta take it for themselves.

The thing is how warrior's treated Spottedleaf's story is that it pushed her into the trope of Taking the Veil, there are historical reasons related to this trope (often used as a way for women to escape from the oppressive world by one, maybe as oppressive but in sisterhood than alone), Warrior's does not escape from tropes, especially not this one (the whole medicine cats not having mate or kits is an enforcement of this).

Tangent: Tropes are not necesseraly negative, depends on how they're written

The way I see it, Tigerfoot in this case also falls into this trope, the subvertion is that he, male, decides to take refuge into what the universe of Warriors classifies as a very feminine leaning job, the healer and the priest, both in fantasy to be read as very 'un-masculine', in his build and in his appearance he looks warrior like, and yet he chose otherwise for the same reasons Spotted did in Spottedleaf's Heart, it's ironic.

However the Spottedleaf in arc 1 and in Bluestar's Prophecy did not choose to become a healer just to escape from the world, rather to embrace another side to it, medicine cats in warrior's work best when they are treated not as a separation and an exclusion from the clan but as a crucial part of it that must work in tandemn. At the same time, I love putting medicine cats as "messangers of the eldritch being that is probably Starclan", so the separation makes sense. And I'm basing this au on the latter so yeah-

WITH WHY SPOTTEDLEAF'S HEART IS NOT GOOD OUT OF THE WAY-

Thistleclaw in this is au was Tigerpaw's mentor much like in canon, and planned to become leader to bring Thunderclan into war with the other clans, he wanted Thunderclan to control the forest, all under his rule, he was charismatic to many, and tried to push this ideology of violence to his clan mates, which during the time when they lived in (of constant battles and famine for short periods of time), was very appealing.

He was very liked among apprentices because he was the "Cool mentor" that let us eat what we caught whenever he was in charge of training, Tigerpaw was very proud of being his apprentice up until one of these "chest out, Thunderclan rocks" outings caused him to miss Leopardfoot's passing, he wasn't the same after that, and instead of being the stable supportive figure one should think a child should have he pushed Tigerpaw further into anger, taking his anger out on others, Tiny (ask about what pushed Tigerpaw into being a medcat here).

When his apprentice began giving him the cold shoulder, and it became unlikely Tiger would return to his duties, he turn his focus in other places, Spottedpaw was just beginning her training, and despite trying to beg Sunstar to give him another apprentice, as Tiger had not technically resigned by that point the leader was reluctant. It didn't stop Thistleclaw from butting into lessons as he was still, technically, a mentor. Spottedpaw was thinking of becoming a medicine cat apprentice (by her intial desires as a kit) before Tigerpaw took it from her.

Thistleclaw enters the picture, both very pissed at losing his shot of being leader, and now apprenticeless, that he decides that if he can't force his way of thinking into the clan, he should take a shot at the next generation, Spottedpaw.

So Thistleclaw is the dark mentor, the one that pushes out your worst qualities and makes you believe that they are your best, the one that has always been objectlively wrong in his way of thinking and is not a victim of poor wife syndrome, he is evil because he in canon wanted everyone but Thunderclan dead, and anyone who doesn't agree with it dead. He does not view other clans the same as Thunderclan, rather lesser.

This is bad. There is no other interpretation and there is no other excuse, he is bad both by his intetions and who he trained others to be.

One day, while escorting Tigerfoot, he planned to murder the medicine cat and make it look like an accident, he monologued about his plan, about the revenge, about in the cusp of victory how he would force the clans to his will.

So he did the clan a favour.

[belivinginyourselfistherealmagic]

So you have a demon living inside of you?

A Jasminka centric fanfic 🍩✨️

Jasminka finally reveals she has a demonic spirit inside of her that she keeps at bay with snacks

Warnings: Ukraine famine mentioned (I have made the fic before the war) maybe medical neglect tw over eating tw

So you have a demon living inside of you? Amanda asked to make sure she heard right

Yep

Actually demons but yes

But if I feed them its all right

Wait so that time I lost the race cause of that donut was because of that

Im sorry I remembered that for you for too long...

Yes I always eat extra just in case

I promise I didnt mean to lose it back then

Im sure there is a cure Diana says in a serious tone while sounding a bit more worried than usual but still keeping her composure

No she raised a hand to stop her

I already made peace with them

We actually become kind of friends

I give them snacks to not destroy the world and they keep me company

She smiled her usual sweet smile

Like she was when she was offering some chocolate chip cookies

Just this matter was quite more serious

They are actually really misunderstood spirits

Sits down to start to tell the story

Many years ago back in Ukraine there was a human made Great Famine

And these spirits are all thats left

Lotte covered her mouth Diana looked shocked and all could Akko do is gasp

But Jasminka continued before seeing anymore reactions

She kept it to herself for too long

And she didnt know if she could continue if she would look everyone in the eye

They were so angry that they wanted to destroy all that pain and the only way they thought they could is to just destroy everything

For many years that was their plan

But they couldnt cause they were too weak

not without a body

Not without a host

And one day they found me

I was a lonely child I was using my summer days in Ukraine to lay outside on the grass and eating chips

And then they found me

At the start I didnt know what got into me I felt great pain and hunger

That 3 meals a day couldnt cover anymore I became angry and explosive

And had powers too big for my age

I got food from every place I could get my hand on and stole if I didnt

At the start my parents thought it was just emotions from starting to become a teenager

But when I blew up the kitchen at 11 which was too much power for an 11 year old and "my favorite place" as they liked to call it

they realized maybe there was something more to it they realized maybe there was something wrong

So they took me to see many witch doctors in many professions

That all didnt know what to do

Till I reached a spirit magic witch

Like Lotte

All eyes were turned to Lotte

Like me?

Yes How they found out what was wrong was they took me to a spirit magic user

And they talked to my spirits and told my parents what was wrong

I was very young so I dont remember very much

Just the whole if you wont eat enough the world might end

But all I remember after that trip I was allowed to eat a lot more snacks

And I finally felt like myself again

She posed cause she heard a small voice starting to speak

By the way I know Im not as good as those witches in spirit magic

But just know that if you ever need help with trying to communicate with them Im here said Lotte

And if you need help stealing some food Im here too Akko blurted

Sucy looked judging Akko's interruption and was about to make a snarky comment

But before she could say anything Jasminka said

Thanks I appreciate all the support I could get smiling her usual smile but a bit less worry free this time

Wait back to the all the world is ending bit Amanda said

Might she pointed

Thats what she worried that all they would see her is as a threat

Everyone else she had let close in the past has left

She needs to keep it together they are her friends after all

How do you handle the stress of complete doom over everything above your head?

When you are afraid of something for so long you start to barely notice it

And so do you want to have my number as an emergency contact for if you need food

Yes I would love to

Amanda is right you should have a safety plan

And I know you dont want to banish your spirits

And I respect that but I believe you need a plan b for if you somehow fail Diana said

She didnt like to think about that she usually thought about it only before she went to sleep a space where she knew she was helpless to do anything if everything turned wrong

And wonder if the next time she would wake in the morning everything would be gone

Diana continued Thats why we need to find something to protect you

Protect you she liked that

Usually others made it always sound like it was to prevent the whole world doom

They made it sound like only she is the problem that needs to be stopped

And wouldnt at all be in forever misery and pain or even gone too if it were to happen

Now she just realized that never heard that as a child hurt

A pain she didnt know she had

Um thank you she said while taking another bite of her chips and hoped no one will notice

Its the least I could d-

Diana got cut off by Jasminka crying bout

But the doctors said was no way

Maybe there wasent back then but since then the amount of magic we have and advancements we have made could be enough Diana retorted

But they said the magic was too strong she felt desperate

Thats what she knew for so long it pained her for so long and there might be a way?

She knew not to let her hopes up

But she also knew since then cause it seemed fixed her parents just kinda left it

They didnt know the anxiety she had felt each night

And they didnt know how her stomach hurt a lot of the time cause she couldnt take any chances and overate

But Diana is right

There might be new solutions

Diana continued again The thing is we dont need to contain it we just need to redirect it

Till you get something to eat which at max could be a few hours

If its with teleportation magic or converting the energy

We are lucky to be in a school with the number 1 expert in magic conversions

Professor Croix

And Im not sure if you are aware but she owes us

And I will accompany you Akko raised her hand clearly trying to be there for her even if her biggest experty is Shiny Chariot

You cant you are already failing your classes Diana replied immediately

Akko's face had fallen and looked like a sad puppy

Diana coughed you cant all the time

We will take turns in accompanying you

I will come most of the time for the technicalities and Lotte will come too

Me??

Yes since you have more knowledge of the technicalities of spirits and how they work

Lotte nodded

And other will come for emotional support since Im not always the best at it I admit

And I need Lotte's full attention

Did everyone understood Diana exclaimed

Everyone nodded in unity

Good

A weight had lifted off her chest they are really by her side

Not just for their own safety but for her

Now I will later make you a list of all the things we need to do to figure out a permanent solution

You dont need to carry that weight on your shoulders alone anymore

Diana gaze softened

She already stopped feeling that way

But still she was starving for any reassurance she could get

Talking about starving she noticed she reached the crums of the bag and opened some toffee

And she thought maybe she could be eating more for herself

And not just out of fear

Maybe this will be one of the last times she will have to

[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.

[thestressedsimmer]

May 6th, 1316: Capet Manor, Willow Creek

Prince Robert had been unable to sleep for days. While he knew he should be resting, he simply could not for the worry that had struck him.

His daughter was nine months old. Nine months. Yet she could barely lift her head and reach for toys. She should be doing so much more than that and yet all she did was scream, sleep, and sometimes wake long enough to attempt to play. Nothing good could come of that.

On top of which, his brother's near death was plaguing his mind as well as memories of his wife and what she would think at his failure to find proper wetnurses for their only surviving child.

He wondered, briefly, if he could convince the pope - who resided here in Willow Creek - to see if there was a curse placed on him and if so remove it. There could be no other explanation to all of this.

When he heard the door to his chambers open at nearly two in the morning, he knew that it was not good news. He did not need to turn around to face it. He already knew it was coming.

"She's dead, isn't she?" It surprised him how cold his voice sounded, but at this point? He felt numb.

"Yes, Monsieur."

A hand was placed on his arm and suddenly, he was turned to face the nurse who was addressing him.

Her eyes were kind. Then again, a lifetime of caring for children is bound to make anyone kind. But then again, she must have seen much loss herself in her line of work.

"I am so very -"

"Don't." He winced at how harsh his tone sounded. He was known as a very kind man, especially among the servants, but it was very hard to stay kind right now. He remembered vividly when his father died and he screamed at his mother, perhaps he is just angry when he has lost. "Condolences ring hollow at this point, I'm afraid. Please leave me."

"Very well, Monsieur. Please try and get some rest."

"You as well." He said, listening to her footsteps walk away.

It wasn't until his door shut that he felt anything other than numbness; and that was because tears were falling down his face.

[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.

[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

[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]

[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.