#what am I without my glorious little plants

[beetlesinthebog]

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[chirpyblues]

"I was once a petal, now I'm the thorn."

You start out in this world with so much childish wonder and innocence. People telling you stories of magic and Santa Claus because you're so new to this harsh world, you'd believe all the wondrous tales. You start out from love, always. You won't remember it but think of yourself as a child looking at a roof of trees and sunlight peeking in for the first time. (Or simply a sunset, always a magical wonder.) And then, slowly, reality bears upon us, claws freshly manicured.

I used to be a "social butterfly" once, as a friend called it. I used to be a pure optimist too. With a glorious outlook on life and future; someone not so much forgetting the obstacles of life, as just counting them a little less. This was before things made as much sense to me as they do now, of course.

I'm still an optimist, tragedy (or life) stricken or not. I still like to talk to people. But you know how circumstances dim your colour a little? Make you a little worn out? That, we become that through the years.

Just like any other thing or plant or animal, we become a little worn out and bear marks and reminders of how far we've come. I'm not talking of when tragedy strikes you afresh, rather about the parcel of pain that you end up carrying everyday after having been hurt and wanting to protect yourself from the realities of the world in your best capacity.

I was once a petal. Full of smiles, full of unfiltered pure hope, full of childish wonder and belief in people. Now I'm the thorn that is full of brutal honesty, who trusts less and doubts more. I'm in no way melancholic about who I am now or regretful of who I was. What I am is at peace with myself, which is probably one of the best things a human can choose to be.

You're never fully a thorn or petal on any day. It's like those icons in journals these days that you must have seen somewhere, doodles of a spectrum from sad to smiley faces. Everyday, you're somewhat of a thorn and somewhat of a petal. Everyday, you either lean on one side heavily or the other. On the days your thorns are sharpest, you're still a petal, so do not go on hating yourself. And on the days your petals are in full bedazzle mode, you'd have been a tiny thorn without even realising it. Varies like the weather. But every single day, my reader, you're a rose.

~ Shreeya.

[alice-angel12x]

The Glorious Masquerade ends with Rollo facing Death! Reader, not being spared by Malleus like in the original after his actions, is Death! Reader going to claim his life?

"What do you mean you have some other place to be?!" Crowley gasped from behind his office desk.

"It means what I said, my job is calling me elsewhere. So I'll be leaving NRC," Y/n Death said to the old crow man.

"Wait! Please don't! You are the only reason these students behave in this school," Crowley begged.

"Yeah, and whose fault is that? And you should be glad that I am leaving, It means there are no more potential deaths around the school," Y/n said as they turned to leave. "Oh, and I have written everything down on that paper, on who I entrust Grim to from his day on."

Y/n left the office and vanished from school. Yeah, Crowley did not have a fun time breaking it to the main cast of students. That their companion and friend just dipped. Grim was left to be trusted in Ace and Deuce's care.

For the most part, the students felt sad that Y/n just upped and left. Even Grim to an extent was bumped that Y/n left without even a goodbye.

But some of the boys would soon see Y/n Death once again.

Meanwhile, in City of Flowers, Y/n stood in the shadow as their next Target Rollo Flamm monologues to himself.

"Just a bit more… We’re almost there…Just a little more, and I shall be rid of those dastardly bugs. Only then will we be truly free. I will bring peace back with my own hands…!" Rollo laughed, when-

"AHAHAHA!" A voice laughed from the darkness.

"Who's There?!" Rollo asked as he looked around the firelight room.

The shadows danced around the walls as Y/n dragged their bladed weapons along the stone. Eventually, Rollo saw a pair of ruby-red eyes staring at him from the darkness. He was frozen stiff with fear when there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Excuse me. The Night Raven College students have arrived. Let’s go and welcome them," A student said from behind the door.

"Ahem… Of course," Rollo said as he tried to sound normal.

"You seem to be... Proud about something. Something that affects many," Y/n said as they stood in the shadows.

"W-who are you?!" Rollo gasped when he noticed the red eyes were now closer to him.

"You'll find out soon enough," Y/n chuckled darkly as they lunged at Rollo.

The human shut his eyes tight, but nothing happened. He opens his eyes to see that he is alone in the room once more.

The Next Day Y/n sighed as the NRC boys arrived at Nobel Bell academy. Whenever there is trouble or going to be one, NRC is always not too far away.

They watched as Rollo showed them around the city, and taught them the history and culture. Y/n was glad they were enjoying themselves.

Till the end of the festival came to a close, as Rollo put his plan into action. With the bells suddenly ring, the flaming flowers spread like wildfire.

Just as the NRC boys fell through a trap door on the floor, Y/n paused as they debated with themselves. Eventually deciding to go help The NRC boys, even though they were not in a life-or-death situation.

Yes, they would be drained of magic, left magicless, but they would live. Which is the important part.

After fighting off the flaming flower monsters, and showing who's the alpha. The plant monsters knew who to fear as they ran from Y/n Death.

"Y/N!" The NRC boys gasped.

"W-what are doing here?" Riddle asked.

"I was here 'cause my job called here," Y/n said simply. "Well, don't let the flower get you."

Y/n turns to walk away but, Ruggie, Deuce, and Jamil quickly tackled Death.

"Why did you just ditch us?!" Deuce demanded answers.

"Deuce they just said, "cause their job", Riddle answered.

"And as much as I would love to be a menace to Crowley. I still have responsibilities to take care of," Y/n said as they stood up. "

So Y/n told them simply help as many people as possible, while they took care of Rollo.

As Y/n returned to the school, the flowers parted in their wake. For they fear their creator. Death effortlessly climbed the tower and promised to hurry for the gargoyle's sake.

Soon Y/n made it to the top of the bell tower, where Rollo stood to watch the flower spread.

"Do you feel proud?" Y/n asked as they suddenly appeared next to him. Also staring at the city.

"W-who are you?!" Rollo glared as he backed away.

"I don't think your little brother Jehan would be proud," Y/n commented.

Rollo glared and readied his pen, but Y/n easily swiped the pen out of his hand.

"Y-you know nothing about me and Jehan!" Rollo shouted.

"Oh, I know everything," Y/n said as they pulled out a book from their selves.

"Jehan sadly lost his life because of his irresponsible use of magic," Y/n read through the book.

"Yes it was magic that took my brother, and you must see the dangers of Magic. And why it must be removed," Rollo glared.

"But you also cannot deny the good it has done. Just like technology or the pursuit of human knowledge. And Humans had died too many other means other than magic," Y/n countered. "So should humans return to the stone age to avoid dangerous technology?"

"Are you mocking me?!" Rollo growled.

"No, just showing you the flaws in your logic. Your hatred is understandable but misguided," Y/n said as they finally turned to look at Rollo.

He gasped as he recognized those ruby-red eyes. "W-who are you?!"" Rollo asked.

"You can call me, Death," Y/n said as they pulled out their scythes.

Rollo panicked as he used his signature Spell. "“DARK FIRE!”

But this only amused Death as they began to hum "Hellfire to themselves" as they continued to approach the scared student. No matter how much fire Rollo sent Y/n's way. They remained unharmed.

The battle was one-sided as Y/n eventually knocked Rollo out. Forcing him down memory lane, but as Y/n stood over Rollo. They contemplate what to do with him, as they looked through his soul.

But, with a sigh, They decided to spare him as they tied him up and flopped him over their shoulder. However, they will make sure Rollo will be punished Properly.

[nerdythebard]

#60: Susano'o-no-Mikoto, God of the Summer Storms

Welcome back, Gods and Goddesses!

This anonymous request brings us face to face with the mighty Susano'o, Japanese God of Storms and Sea. Susano'o, wild and impetuous, became a wandering hero after his banishment from the divine realms and created several kinds of plants and crops (and many, many descendants) while on his travels across Japan. Let's see what this short-tempered troublemaker can bring to your game.

Next Time: Reluctantly, I have to accept this one... Because I am Nerdy the Bard of the D&D Library... and I am burdened with Glorious Purpose.

Now then, let's see what do we need to focus on:

A MIGHTY STORM: Heh heh... old SMITE jokes are great. Anyway, yes, we need to have some connection to the raging storms, hurricanes, and the seas. Their destructive power shall serve us.

An even mightier Sword: While we embody the raging power of a storm, we are also a skilled and peerless warrior god. We are, in fact, the bone of our sword (love you, Grailfinders!) and it is the extension of ourselves.

Gotta Go Fast: Mobility will be important for us, as the God of Storms and a wandering warrior. We need to be able to position ourselves to face any danger.

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Normally, I'd use my usual trick and make a god we're building an Aasimar (as I did with his sister, Amaterasu -> see HERE). This time, however, I want to play around a little, so let's make Susano'o an Air Genasi. Going by the guidelines from Mordenkeinen's Monsters of the Multiverse, we get a +2 and a +1 to two abilities of our choice (Dexterity and Strength respectively), our movement speed is just slightly better at 35 feet per round, we get 60 feet of Darkvision, we are able to hold our breath indefinitely if not incapacitated (effectively gaining resistance to gaseous attacks and ability to remain underwater forever) and are resistant to lightning damage. Thanks to the Mingle with the Wind feature, we also gain the Shocking Grasp cantrip and some other spells in the future.

What better for a banished god than a redemption as a Folk Hero. We gain proficiency in Animal Handling (poor horses) and Survival, as well as one type of artisan's tools and land vehicles. We also gain the Rustic Hospitality feature; the pathetic mortals kind common folk may offer us their kindness on occasion and provide with shelter, food, or perhaps the latest gossip. They may also shield us from danger, although it's unlikely they'd risk their lives for a stranger right away. Although...

ABILITY SCORES

We will start with Dexterity on this one. We strike fast, we strike often. As a being of heavens, we also boast a divine Constitution. Finally, we need to strike with the power of the storm, so we're also investing in Strength.

Charisma will be next, we have enough to intimidate the weak and trick a giant demon snake. Intelligence will be on the lower end, and we're dumping Wisdom - we are definitely not thinking about the consequences of our actions.

CLASS

This one had a few options, but I decided that the best balance between Susano'o's divine abilities and his swordsmanship would be to make him a Fighter start-to-finish. Fighters get a d10 as their Hit Dice, [10 + Constitution modifier] initial Hit Points, proficiencies with light armour, medium armour, heavy armour, shields, simple weapons, and martial weapons. We can see Susano'o wear some armguards in the art, but since we cannot get just those in the game, we're going to start him without any armour. And we will give him a longsword that you can reflavour visually as a katana. Our saving throws are Strength and Constitution, and we get to choose two class skills from the list (Athletics and Intimidation).

Level 1: We begin by choosing our Fighting Style. For this, we shall take the Dueling style, which lets us add a +2 to our damage roll when we wield a weapon in one hand and nothing in the others. We also get Second Wind, which we can use as a bonus action once per short or long rest in order to heal [1d10 + our Fighter level] Hit Points.

Level 2: Thanks to Action Surge, we can now take one additional Action during our turn in combat. We can do so once per short or long rest.

Level 3: We choose our subclass, our Martial Archetype. Susano'o is a warrior first and foremost, but due to his divine heritage he also displays some supernatural abilities; therefore, we shall make him an Eldritch Knight.

From now on, we get access to Spellcasting. Intelligence is our casting ability, and we know cantrips and regular spells. We start with two cantrips (Gust and Sword Burst) and threee 1st-level spells, two of which must be either from the Abjuration or Evocation school of magic; we'll take Mage Armour, Thunderwave, and Disguise Self). From our Air Genasi race, we also get Feather Fall.

We also make our sword truly mighty by developing Weapon Bond. From now on, we cannot be disarmed unless we're incapacitated or allow so. Additionally, as a bonus action, we can summon our sword to our side from whenever it is as long as it is on the same plane of existence as us. We can Bond two weapons at once (giving us now a full set of samurai swords).

Level 4: We get our first Ability Score Improvement where we upgrade our Strength by both points. We also get another spell (Fog Cloud).

Level 5: At this level we get Extra Attack. From now on, during a single Attack action we can strike twice. We also get our final Air Genasi spell: Levitate.

Level 6: Time for another ASI. Let's raise our Strength and Wisdom by one.

Level 7: At this level we get another subclass feature. With War Magic, if we cast a cantrip as our Action, we can make one weapon attack as a Bonus Action. We also unlock 2nd-level spell here; we can grab Magic Weapon to recover some of our lost divinity.

Level 8: Time for another ASI. Let's raise both Strength and Dexterity for that nice 18 on both, and pick up another 2nd-level spell: Warding Wind.

Level 9: We gain the Indomitable feat. We are now able to re-roll one failed saving throw. We must, however, use the new result even if it's worse than the original one.

Level 10: Halfway through the build and we're getting another subclass feature. With Eldritch Strike we can now place a cut on our enemy that makes them vulnerable to magic; when we hit a creature with our melee weapon, it has disadvantage on the saving throw of the next spell we cast before the end of our next turn. With that, we can now pick a new 2nd-level spell: Shatter, which will force a Consitution saving throw.

We also get another cantrip; let's take True Strike that will synthesize nicely with our War Magic subclass feature.

Level 11: Here, we get an upgrade to our Extra Attack. From now on, whenever we Attack we can make a total of three strikes per turn (six if we decide to take Action Surge). We also get another spell, See Invisibiliy, to always find our enemies.

Level 12: Another ASI. This time, we shall cap our Dexterity into 20, which will increase our AC and Initiative bonus to make sure we get the first strike before anyone else.

Level 13: Our Indomitable can now be used twice per long rest. Additionally, we finally unlock 3rd-level spells. Let's grab Call Lightning to become the Thunder Bringer (yes, EPIC the Musical released a new Saga and it is awesome!)

Level 14: Time for another ASI. Let's cap our Strength to 20 for that divine striking power. But what's power without more mobility, so for our next 3rd-level spell, let's grab Thunder Step.

Level 15: For our final subclass feature, we shall get Arcane Charge. After using our Action Surge, we can now teleport to an unoccupied space within 30 feet of us. With that, and our last choice, we can now cover quite a lot of distance whether in combat or outside of it.

Level 16: With the next ASI, we will actually bump up our Constitution and Charisma by one point each. We also get another spell. Here, let's pick Pulse Wave and flavour it as a sheer wind pressure coming from our sword slashes.

Level 17: We get a few upgrades to our fighting mechanics. We can now use Indomitable three times per long rest, and we can use Action Surge twice per short or long rest.

Level 18: For our final subclass feature, we get Improved War Magic; this lets us make a weapon attack as a Bonus Action if we use our Action to cast a spell.

Level 19: For the final ASI of the build, we will round off our Constitution and Charisma to nice even numbers. Here is where we unlock 4th-level spells, however we will keep to the previous level in order to grab Lightning Bolt.

Level 20: As our capstone we are Fighter 20, which gives us improved Extra Attack. During a single Attack, we can now unleash up to four strikes. For our final spell, let's grab Tidal Wave to create the ultimate storm.

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And that's Susano'o-no-Mikoto, the wild god of storms. Let's see what we came up with:

First and foremost, we're a combat beast. Plenty of attacks, both physical and magical, maximum score for both Strength and Dexterity, solid Speed; we're clearly a frontline fighter. Mobility and Crowd Control is our strongest tactic here.

Our unarmoured AC is 15 (18 with Mage Armour), we have a +5 to our Initiative, and the average of 211 Hit Points.

Unfortunately, though a solid build, we cannot do a lot outside of combat. We don't have a lot of skill proficiency and out mental ability scores are pretty weak; we need to procure some sort of item that will help us not being mind controlled. My personal recommendation: the Mindguard Crown from Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk.

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And that's it. As promised, we're back my dears. As penitance, I shall work on the next build right away, so keep watch!

-Nerdy out!

[puppy-phum]

Pick Your Vice Versa Outfit ↳ Puen Pranon Edition

My Top 10 Puen Outfits for @stormyoceans​​​ [x] layout insp. [x]

+ bonus:

(some thoughts under the cut!)

am mostly writing these rambles for you monica, so i hope you’re looking over here. i was supposed to make this into a simple text post with a couple of screenshots but well, this happened instead. i hope you like it :’D

TOP 10 Puen Outifts explained:

10. Home Alone an all-black slacks and dress shirt + gray jacket -combo. i am obsessed with how puen looks in all-black here, especially when he takes the jacket off. he just looks So Good. i can almost ignore the pain and heartbreak. i can almost forget that talay is not there with him. tbh am questioning why he needs to wear something so sexy when he’s missing, yearning, longing, grieving, lamenting.  

9. Kannes Film Festival suit a green-brown striped suit with a black shirt under it. out of all the suits puen wears during his time in the other universe, i like this one the most. i also like the one he wears to their first movie premiere (the gray gradient is cool) plus the magenta suit he wears to the wedding, but i do not like his white slacks. tbh in that wedding, talay outshines him so i had to leave that one out. this one however comes with the most fashionable friendgroup, a beautiful bf (in navy blue), and a chest pin i find fascinating. am so sad we see so little of it.

8. The Yellow Jacket a simple jeans + a sleeveless shirt -combo with a light yellow jeans jacket. from my favorite episode, from one of my favorite scenes. i love the soft yellow on puen and how it makes him light up. he absolutely beams when they’re filming the interview video and he gets to tell talay how much it means to him that they got to meet. the outfit also seems to make him extra playful and i love it. a big minus is that this outfit is the one puen wears when we last get to see joob. 

7. All denim an all denim outfit with matching jeans and a jeans jacket + a one colored shirt under it. puen wearing denim on denim makes me go wild. every time i see this outfit i just drool a bit bc he looks so fine. what a man. i think he should wear all denim more often, mix it with all the shirts he owns, maybe get a couple of color variations; a faded blue, a darker blue, maybe an all-white one... the options are infinite. 

6. The Green Shirt a simple dark green long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. nothing special really but i love how the shirt looks on puen. it shows off his body and arms, makes him look fashionable but super cozy. his hair looks darker and the outfit comes with a plant! also am just very fond of the “love confession” puen makes in this shirt and the satisfied smile he gives when talay ends up looking at him with his mouth open. i support my menace of a man in all of his chaotic life choices. 

5. Moonchild a combination of black pants, a dark blue shirt, and a gradient black & white jeans jacket. the jacket here is truly a legend. i love it so much. but the outfit also works so well without the jacket, and i think that makes it even better?? two outfits in one! so handy. puen looks sinful in the plain blue shirt, and with the jacket on, just very cuddly. one hug is all i ask for, dear sir. 

4. The Suspenders black slacks with a simple white dress shirt and suspenders. someone really said here, “we’re going to introduce puen in the first part of the first ep and leave the whole audience reeling” and got away with it. they really had to give puen the most glorious five minutes of his life and i think i am still somewhere in the ditch bc of it. this outfit has everything; it looks snazzy, his waist is snatched, hair is styled, tits are out. it comes with the smirk of a pleased cat and the fond look he gives to talay’s antics, truly the best thing ever. 

3. First date dark jeans and a simple, v-necked red t-shirt. puen owns three variations of this same red shirt for all the big events of his own love life: the first date, falling in love in the glass house, and the big realization after the bucket hat. each shirt has different length sleeves: t-shirt, long, and sleeveless. my favorite is the first date outfit with a simple red t-shirt bc i get to see all of puen. there’s so much leg and the characteristic hand-on-cocked-waist -lean. i love the flirtiness. less is really more with this guy. 

2. Reunion tastes sweet light blue jeans and a sleeveless, light gray-brown top. it’s really a tie between this sleeveless shirt and the orange one that comes later but am obsessed with this episode so. also i love, love, love the scene where they’re sitting on the stairs bc puen’s hair looks like that. he looks so cool and pretty and cute, and then makes me so sad bc am so soft for him. someone really decided to put all the comfort in this one man and then dress him like this and yeah, i really get it talay, i also would count every minute without him. 

1. Drunken night out a dark blue button-up with black jeans. tbh the biggest reason i even wanted to make this list was this outfit bc how could you not mention it?? my absolute favorite outfit on puen hands down. the blue denim shirt! the skin tight jeans! the goofy smile and drunken stumble! the soft hair! gosh he looks so good but is also such a baby. i don’t want to talk about him sprawling on the stairs like that bc i have a reputation to keep. bonus points for the snacks bc puen gets to enjoy too little of those! and gosh don’t even get me started on those puppy eyes, my heart is melting. 

Bonus: Homecoming pajamas a set of light blue-gray pajamas, didn’t include this one to the list itself bc pajamas don’t count as proper clothing right? but god, i never really thought about what puen wears when he sleeps so i remember just squealing when i saw him like this. he’s so soft! so baby!! idk how talay isn’t just instantly cuddling the heck out of him. he looks so huggable it makes my hands itch. and he’s so happy like this! i bet he never wants to change out of his pajamas again.        

[todayintokyo]

Hi there! Hope you’re well and not melting away in the humidity. I am super excited to be planning a trip to Japan again after almost four years away. Considering I lived 1) in Kansai-ish territory and 2) near Nagoya, I never got much chance to explore Tokyo outside of the usual tourist places. I already have Jinbocho on my list (along with one of the Aoyama flower market tea houses and Nakano Broadway)— do you have any suggestions for what’s fun in Tokyo for someone who is a little more experienced with the area?

Welcome back!

Now here's a challenge! I don’t know whether you're looking for new & trendy, or old & traditional, and a lot depends on the season, but…

1) Stroll from Ueno Park or Nezu to Yanaka and Sendagi. See if you can find Snake Street and follow its curves. Yanaka is as Kyoto as Tokyo gets. Yanaka and Kagurazaka.

2) Shibamata for more old Edo vibes. Cross the river on the ferry. Only ferry in Tokyo.

3) Sunamachi Ginza Shopping District in Koto-ku: another old area that's being transformed by gentrification.

4) Get lost in Shibuya Station, just for fun, but take tranquilizers with you. Walk from Shibuya via Shoto to Yoyogi Park. Shoto is one of the wealthiest areas in Tokyo, but it's not as famous as, say, Azabu-Juban or Denenchofu. Stop at Levain for bread and Fuglen for coffee.

5) Explore the swanky, hipsterish areas of Kichijōji, Shimokitazawa, Daikanyama. Take the Setagaya Tram Line from Sangenjaya to Gotokuji and visit the temple birthplace of the famous maneki-neko. Lots of tiny shops and quaint shopping streets in a relatively upmarket area along the way.

6) Okutama. Walk along the Mitake Valley Riverside Trail, from Ikusabata to Sawai, stop for sake at the Sawanoi Sake Brewery, visit the Gyokudo Museum. You can continue past Mitake to the Okutama Fishing Centre. If you are here in autumn, you'll see breathtaking autumn colours.

7) Yokohama! Not exactly Tokyo, but a nice day trip. Minato-Mirai, Yokohama Foreign General Cemetery (no, seriously, Google it), Sankeien Gardens.

I'm not a food expert, but there are really nice restaurants in all these areas. Add Yakitori Alley in Yurakucho to your list: great atmosphere. (There's a maze under the tracks between Yurakucho and Shimbashi. Well worth a visit, but it gets a bit dystopian.) Museums? Fukagawa Edo Museum in Kiyosumi, all the art museums in Ueno Park. Plants 'n stuff? Yumenoshima Tropical Greenhouse Dome. Shinjuku Gyoen remains my favourite Tokyo park/garden.

It's very touristy, but so iconic that it's really worth it: New York Bar and Grill in the Park Hyatt Tokyo. Expensive though. Cocktail Works is a craft gin bar in Kanda (close to Jimbocho), and a very good alternative (but without the glorious view) (which is the whole point) (actually).

Oh, by the way, Piss Alley in Shinjuku? So yesterday. Try Sankaku Chitai in Sangenjaya or Nogecho in Yokohama instead. Shh, don't tell anyone.

Best free and still relatively uncrowded view of skyline: Bunkyo Civic Center observation lounge. Shh again.

Would this suffice? If you send more details about your timing and what you're interested in, I'll happily add more.

Enjoy the planning as much as the trip! 😊

[folightening]

Force a divine blessing...

Hetalia - Engport "Calypso & Davy Jones" AU that isn't actually based off anything but vibes Warning for slight gore? It isn't graphic or much, warning just in case Arthur learns that when you force a blessing out of divinity, you get more than you were asking for.

Waterfalls that rose rather than fell surrounded the hidden palace. Plants the likes of which he had never seen on the surface covered the ground around the shining pathway, gently swaying as if underwater. Where all the light was coming from so far under both ground and sea, Arthur didn't know.

"Stay here and await my return."

The business he had in that palace would be best taken care of without his crew.

Arthur walked across the shining courtyard. The magic in the air tugged at his hair, swirled around his legs, and seeped into him. It was a friendly magic he didn't doubt could turn volatile in a heartbeat like the waters it came from.

Arthur pushed open the doors and strode into the glistening hall. Something was in the hall with him. Arthur could feel it's presence the moment he stepped in. Where it was hiding he wasn't certain. Or maybe it wasn't hiding at all; he was in it's domain, deep under the sea. A creature such as this could very well be in everything around him.

"I am Captain Arthur Kirkland. I come seeking a blessing."

Legend stated if you found the palace, the Lord of the Sea would grant you a blessing. Or you could force one out of it with the orb safely tucked in his pocket.

"I don't grant blessings to mortals so easily."

Of course not.

"I risked everything to find this place. I am not leaving until you give me the power I need to stop Carriedo."

"I care not for the petty squabbles between mortals."

That did not deter him.

"Carriedo dares call himself the Master of the Seas." With that so-called invincible armada. "It would be in your best interests as well."

"So that you might call yourself master of my waters instead?" A loud laugh echoed around. "You mortals are all the same. Power hungry, desperate to claim and control everything you touch. Yet you know pathetically little. I hold no concern over any human claiming to command me."

Arthur knew he had no argument. For all he boasted, Carriedo could never truly be master of the seas. This creature was the seas and had no master.

"What do you ask for payment?"

"Are you truly so desperate?"

"Determined."

There was silence and Arthur worried the creature had deemed their conversation finished. Then a roaring vortex of water and sea foam formed in front of him. Arthur stood his ground and waited. This was a test. Creatures such as this enjoyed testing mortals. He couldn't play his hand too soon.

Unexpectedly when the vortex died a man stood in its place. He was beautiful, but when these creatures took a human form it usually was.

Arthur held his ground as the man strode up to him, steeling himself for whatever test was about to be inflicted on him. Cool fingers gripped his chin and he met the man's gaze. Wild magic danced around and through him, Arthur saw the wild untamable sea in the man's eyes, and was nearly overcome with urge to tame him. Those eyes narrowed, continuing to stare into Arthur. Finally he released him with a sneer.

"I refuse to grant you anything. Leave."

The hard way then. Arthur sighed and reached into his pocket. Ancient magic was not something to be trifled with. He truly had hoped it wouldn't come to it but alas, some things needed doing.

"So be it."

Arthur dropped the orb, loudly proclaiming the creature's name - it's true name, the ancient address unknown to most - over the shattering crystal.

"You will grant me what I desire," Arthur commanded.

The scream was inhuman; the constant form shifting dizzying. Arthur kept his focus on the magic before him. Any lapse in focus could ruin everything. Translucent, rippling chains burst from the creature and pierced into Arthur. For a brief, glorious moment he felt tremendous power surge in him. The chains fell heavy into place before dissolving into more water on the floor.

In front of him the creature was slumped on the floor, gasping for breath. The human form almost dragged sympathy from Arthur, but he shoved it away.

"You refused to negotiate. But I now have what I came for."

The creature snarled and within moments Arthur was surrounded by water. Suspended, trapped, and not drowning. But no matter how he tried he couldn't make a sound.

"You come into my home... You dare..." He hissed, eyes glowing an unsettling green as he stood. "Fine then, have my power."

Arthur swallowed and tried to move, mounting terror and dread drowning him how the water should have been. He was angry; Arthur should have found something for protection. He should have anticipated this outcome. The orb's magic prevented the creature from killing him but that didn't mean it couldn't hurt him.

"I'll take something in return," he purred.

His fingers stroked Arthur's cheek: sharp nails leaving a tingling path over his jaw, down the side of his throat, and to his chest. Arthur's heart beat loud in his ears, his eyes widening.

"As you have bound my soul with yours, I claim what makes you human. My power and freedom for your humanity."

Arthur stared dumbfounded at the bloody beating heart in the creature's hand. Was that- His...

"You have no need of this. A fitting trade for one such as yourself."

Arthur dropped to the floor with a gasp. Intense pain he'd never felt before hit him all at once and he could do no more than stare at the ceiling. He could feel his chest fixing itself: bones painfully arranging themselves back to their proper location, muscle and skin stretching to return to normal.

Even so the pain overwhelmed him and as he lost consciousness he heard the creature address him again:

"Enjoy your command of the sea, Master."

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Wither on the vine

Wekk 1 picture prompt for: Spring picture prompt event by @hotd-bigbang

Themes: Angst

Warnings: Maternal/child death prior to the beginning of the story

Wordcount: 500+words

Summary: Alicent writes about the cherry blossom tree in the Godswood, and her upcoming wedding.

A/n 1: This ficlet is written in the epistolary form of writing

A/n 2: Alicent is 18 in this story

Minors DNI

Alicent Hightower’s journal

5th day in the third moon of 106 AC.— It is still spring, and flowers in the cherry blossom tree have already bloomed in the Godswood. It is the only tree of its nature in Westeros, a gift to the king from the Empress of YiTi in honor of his ascending the throne. There was a solemn ceremony in the Godswood when it was planted into the soil, with a tourney and a grand feast afterward. High lords and ladies came from all over the realm to bear witness, and more than one champion made their name on the tourney grounds. It had been a glorious day, filled with warm sunshine, music, and laughter, and purses growing fat from wagers.

Rhaenyra and I often sat beneath its flower-laden branches and talk and read and laugh. She would share her father’s tales of old Valyria and tales of her little adventures flying atop her dragon, Syrax. She often begged me to come with her, and I always refused. Then she would pout, pursing her lips into a thin line. And then she would smile and enlist my aid in her quest to raid the kitchens for cake. 

“I want to fly with you on dragon back,” she once said after wheedling the cook into giving her a tray laden with cake and other sweets. “See the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.” 

What happy times they were! The realm prospered, queen Aemma was with child again, and commoners and nobles alike awaited the birth of a little prince, an heir to wear his father’s crown and put an end to the question of succession for good and for all. Alas! That was not to be. Good queen Aemma perished in her labors, and her son followed her soon after. And that was when Father began his scheming, though, at the time, I did not see it for what it truly was. 

A ploy to put me in the king’s bed as his new queen and secure more power for himself.

“I would like for you to seek out the king,” he had said, “and offer him comfort. Viserys is plagued with grief. He will be glad to have a kindly visitor. And Alicent? Be sure one of your mother’s dresses when you call on him.”

As strange as it was, I thought nothing of his request to garb myself in one of my lady mother’s dresses. I did as I was bid, because that was what dutiful children did. They obeyed their mother and father in all things. I obeyed my father and listened to him, never questioning him or his motives, even when my own conscience pressed me to do so. And because I listened to him without question and toiled blindly on his behalf, I am now left without a true friend in court and the companion I once considered as dear as a most beloved sister. I am about to wed a man I could neither love nor desire and produce his heirs year after year, all while the cherry blossom tree continues to bloom and my own wishes and dreams slowly wither on the vine. 

Image: Arno Smit/Unsplash

Cherry blossom divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

[florbelles]

— OCS AS AESTHETICS FOR THE ENTITIES

tagged by @gwynbleidd, @chuckhansen, @inafieldofdaisies, @queennymeria, @corvosattano & @deputy-morgan-malone (that tumblr is willing to show me in my notifs), ty beloveds!! not sending out any tags since i'm so so so far behind and i think this has made the rounds at least in terms of the usual suspects getting tagged at some point, but if i am Wrong please use this as yours xx

aesthetics for the entities, part i. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

i. THE BURIED. weighted blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust & sand speaking to you.

ii. THE CORRUPTION. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight*. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

*in a bunker way, not a voluntary way

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. THE FLESH. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

viii. THE HUNT. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide & seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run*. a set of footsteps behind you*. blood dripping from bare hands. barks & growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark & running after it.

*she is the one who chases she is the footsteps behind you etc etc etc

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realise they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knifeblock on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish colour. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colours of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii. THE VAST. open spaces. carnival rides going up & down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles & miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realising it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unrealiability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

[mimisempai]

Meet me where the sky touches the sea 1/3

Creature : Merpeople

Summary:

Hob, a writer jaded by life, tries to find inspiration in his seaside cottage. One evening while walking on the beach, he feels inexplicably drawn to the darkness of the ocean. He decides to follow his instincts and walks into the water. And, as he lets out his last breath of air, he hears a voice in his head, "Humans, I swear you're really irritating sometimes... open your eyes, you idiot!"

Add tags : Near death experiences - Emotional hurt/Comfort

On Ao3

Rating T - 2425

"Once upon a time..."

Hob loved it when his mom started her stories like that, because it meant that there was going to be a magical creature, a fairy, a prince or princess. He snuggled into his soft pillow, warm under his comforter, and listened to his mother's soft voice tell him the story.

"Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the most beautiful cornflower, and as clear as crystal, where it is so deep that nothing could fathom it, lives the Sea King and his subjects. One should not imagine that at the bottom of the sea there is only bare yellow sand. No, in fact, the most peculiar flowers and plants grow there, colorful and sparkling, undulating with the movements of the water. Fish, large and small, glide between the branches, as birds fly between the trees here on earth. In the deepest place of all is the castle of the Sea King. The Sea King had a daughter. She was beautiful, she had long black hair like ebony and..."

"Mom," Hob interrupted her, "can it be a boy this time?"

His mother kissed him on the forehead, a loving smile on her lips, "Sure honey, let's go with a boy this time."

She continued her story, "The sea king had a son. He had long hair as black as ebony, eyes as golden that twinkled like the stars in the night sky and there was no more handsome merman in the whole kingdom.  But he was lonely and sad because he had no one to play with. All his brothers and sisters were much older than him and as a prince he was not allowed to play with other children. He often climbed to the surface of the ocean and looked at the horizon, dreaming that one day the sea would bring him a playmate."

Little Hob listened to his mother tell him the story of the mermaid who met a human prince, fell in love with him, and gave his beautiful voice to the witch to get legs. But the story did not end well.

"The man raised his glorious eyes to the sun and felt them, for the first time, fill with tears. On the boat where he had left the prince, there was life and noise; he saw him and his beautiful wife looking for him; they looked sadly at the pearly foam, as if they knew he had thrown himself into the waves."

Hob interrupted his mother, "No mom, I don't want the man to be left alone, without his prince!". 

His mother asked him gently, "You want to tell me the ending then? I'm listening, sweetie."

"The prince saw in the distance the glistening hair of his merman whom he thought was lost. He turned to his fiancée and apologized because he didn't love her and would rather die drowning in his beloved's arms than live unhappily without him. In front of everyone, the prince dived into the sea and swam to his beloved. The man saw his prince swimming towards him, went to meet him and took him in his arms. They professed their undying love and kissed as they sank into the water. Still embracing, they didn't notice that the prince's legs were turning into a mermaid's tail. Love had turned the prince into a mermaid and they lived happily ever after and had many mermaid children.

Little Hob looked proudly at his mother with his arms crossed. She laughed softly and as she tucked him in, she said, "Your ending is much better than the one I know."

Hob nodded as he fell asleep, "Yes, I am the prince and one day I will find my merman."

********* 

"I will find my mermaid... what nonsense, just a child's dream." muttered Hob jadedly as he looked out the window of his small seaside cottage, "... I am not a prince, there is no such thing as the sea kingdom, let alone a merman who would give up his voice for me. Who would give up anything for me?"

He ran his hand over his face and contemplated the line separating the sky from the sea on the horizon for a long moment before returning to his desk to resume writing his book. It was amazing that it was only in his books that he managed to make the characters happy when his life was nothing but loneliness and disappointment. And the problem was that today even his inspiration was running away from him.

After ten minutes, seeing that inspiration really wasn't going to come, he put down his glasses, got up, put on an old vest, some old sneakers and went outside. There was nothing like the ocean air and the sound of the waves to clear one's head.

He walked for a long time before sitting down on the sand, arms around his knees, eyes fixed ahead of him. Now that night had almost fallen, that the sun had disappeared into the sea, he could no longer see the border between the sky and the ocean and a feeling of infinity passed through him. For a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like to walk towards that infinity without stopping. Would anyone miss him? Would his books become posthumously famous? Who would live in his house after him? 

Realizing that all the answers to his questions did not matter to him, he stood up and as if hypnotized, as if called by a voice from the sea, he walked straight ahead, indifferent to the height of the water that rose as he went along 

After a while, his feet no longer touched the sandy ground and he floated with the movement of the water, indifferent to where the ocean carried him. He knew he could return at any time, but he didn't want to. He wanted to stay in that moment between sky and sea, floating and thinking of nothing.

Suddenly he felt something brush against his leg and instinct made him move away. But what appeared to be a slimy seaweed wrapped itself around his foot and seemed to pull him down. Survival instinct was strongest and Hob struggled, but with nothing to hold on to, he felt inevitably swept away and before he was dragged completely underwater, he had just enough time to swallow a last gulp of air.

Knowing that struggling would cause him to consume more oxygen, he did not resist. Until the inevitable moment when he had to breathe, the pressure on his lungs being unbearable.

The last thing he remembered as his eyes closed was a golden flicker as a voice that wasn't his own screamed at him not to let go.

Then darkness engulfed him, not a frightening darkness but a welcoming one that made him want to let go.

It was all over.

Over?

So why was he thinking?

Do you think when you are dead?

Am I dead?

"Idiot !"

Huh? Who's talking to me?

"You humans! I swear you're really irritating sometimes... open your eyes, you idiot!"

Hob obeyed and slowly opened his eyes.

Letting them gradually get used to the environment, he realized with amazement that he was in a cave that seemed to be... under water, or rather surrounded by water. 

He breathed in slowly, cautiously, and then more deeply when he realized that it was indeed air. Then his eyes fell on the owner of the voice and nothing else mattered.

Hob simply thought that if he was dead, this must be heaven. In front of him stood the most gorgeous man or creature he had ever seen.

Black hair fell on his almost naked shoulders and he had black eyes whose golden pupils shone like stars in the middle of the night. His thin, delicate ears, adorned with several golden rings, stretched into small points. Hob's eyes quickly glanced at the torso, which was drawn like that of a Greek god, to see that he had... legs. Hob looked surprised as he expected to see a merman's tail.

He heard a small laugh in his head and looked up to meet the man's eyes. He laughed but no sound came out of his mouth.

Seeing his surprise, the man put a finger to his temple and Hob again heard a voice in his head, "I have legs but also...".  

Hob saw the man cross the wall of water and when his legs entered the water as well, they turned into a beautiful merman's tail.

The tail was covered with black scales that had a beautiful golden sheen and ended in orange swirls that reminded him of the golden pupils of the man. Hob found it hard to look away, fascinated by the movement of the tail as it followed the water.

The voice echoed in his head again as the man turned and looked back at Hob.

"My voice is the price I had to pay for the right to cross from one world to another." 

He stepped forward and held out his hand to Hob, "I am Dream, ex-prince of the seas and dreamy merman. Do I have the right to know the name of the man whose life I just saved?"

Hob grasped the slender, delicate hand and then, shaking it, replied softly, "I am Hob, failed writer and probably daydreaming right now." 

Motioning for him to follow, Dream continued to speak into Hob's head, snickering again, "I assure you it's not a dream. But I'm curious, is it because you're a failed writer that you decided to throw yourself in the water?" 

Hob swallowed, not understanding the compulsion that made him want to tell everything to this man he had only just met.

Dream had opened a small door encased in the rocks at the back of the cave, and Hob was surprised to find himself in a room that was almost as big as his seaside home. He looked around with curiosity and wonder. In one corner, a lamp cast a warm glow that reflected off all the cushions that were scattered all over the shimmering carpeted floor, in another corner was a small armchair surrounded by bookcases filled with books, which immediately made Hob yearn to curl up and read.

He didn't have time to look any further because Dream led him to the corner with the cushions and made him sit down before saying softly in Hob’s head, "I'll get us some tea, maybe that will make the discussion easier."

Hob settled back against the soft cushions and followed Dream's slender figure with his eyes as he headed for a door that led to what appeared to be a kitchen. His host emerged a few minutes later with two steaming mugs. He handed one to Hob before sitting down elegantly across from him.

He said nothing and simply waited.

Hob blew on his hot tea before taking several sips to get his thoughts in order. With his eyes fixed on the ground, he didn't see Dream's hand come to him and rested gently on his forearm to get his attention.

The merman gently told him, "Take your time."

Hob smiled slightly. "Excuse me, but I'm going to start with a question that is probably absurd, but... How come I'm dry?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Dream's face as he twirled his hand. Out of it came a small wisp of sand as his voice echoed in Hob's head again, "Maybe because I can do a little magic."

The answer didn't even surprise Hob, who still felt like he was living in a daydream. He still wasn't completely convinced he was awake, for that matter.

A new laugh echoed in his head followed by a whisper, "You'll soon realize you're awake." Then Dream's voice resumed more seriously, "So Hob, failed writer, they say when you save a life you're responsible for it, so tell me, what made you do it."

Hob swallowed and took a deep breath before beginning his story in a husky voice. He told Dream everything, his books that were not as successful as he had hoped, his sadness and loneliness, his desire not to be alone anymore but also to find The Person, his childhood dreams. He felt this uncontrollable compulsion to confide in the man in front of him. To tell him everything. To bare his soul.

Dream had gone to refill their cups twice and the day was beginning to filter through the light well in the middle of the room when Hob reached the end of his story, the sad story of his life.

Dream had listened, asked questions when he wanted to know something, held his hand when emotion made it impossible for Hob to speak. He had given him space when he felt he needed it.

Now that he had finished, that he had told everything to a man who was a stranger only a few hours ago, he felt empty and light. So much lighter. Everything was still there though, his unsuccessful books, his loneliness, his sadness, but there was one person who knew everything. 

Dream respected his silence before getting up and walking to one of the bookcases to pick up a book and return.

He handed the book to Hob and regained his position across from Hob.

To say that Hob was shocked when he found out what book it was would have been an understatement.

He looked at Dream and stammered, "It's...but...it's my..."

"Yes, it's the first volume of your saga. The first novel you published."

Hob stared at the book cover.

You're the Hero of All My Stories- Vol.1 by Hob Gadling

Dream's voice echoed in his head again, "The first time I read this book, I wondered if the author really believed what he wrote in the introduction."

Hob opened the book and traced the words of said introduction with his fingers.

Dream continued in his head, "I believe in love. I believe it transforms, transports and transcends. I believe it refines goodness, solidifies strength, ripens resolve, eradicates rage, soothes pain and increases empathy. It is the story of such love that I will tell you now." 

Hob realized that Dream was saying the words of the introduction by heart, and his heart began to pound faster.

"But... how? I mean you..."

Dream grabbed the book out of his hands, took Hob's hand in his, and Hob heard his voice in his head again, "Maybe it's my turn to tell you my story."

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 11/41

Chapter 11: Glorious Surprises

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, anal play (butt plug), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected PIV, unprotected PIA (female receiving) (play safe ya'll!!), DP with vibrator, squirting

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 11: Glorious Surprises

Once you both actually clean up. You slip into a simple, flowy dress making a show of putting on some MeUndies with honey bees on them. Austin wears simple sweat shorts and a t-shirt.

He makes you eggs, toast and greens for breakfast/lunch. While you eat, your toes play together under the table. Neither of you want to break the spell of closeness that you are feeling. Ahh, 'happy-new-person' is just the best.

Austin props his elbow up on the table and sets his chin in his hand. He is watching you with a hint of a smile as you walk back and forth in the kitchen, cleaning up.

“I want to just chill for a while today, is that ok?” he asks.

“Sure, do you need some alone time?” you two have been together nonstop for about 38 hours and that is a lot for people who actually live alone.

“Yeah but, I want to do it with you… does that make sense?” a look of ‘am I weird’ crosses his face.

“Ahh, you want an introverted date," you nod your head knowingly.

“Introverted date? Hmmm, maybe," he sounds unsure.

“You want to be together but doing our separate things with no pressure to interact. Like going to a coffee shop and reading your own book but sitting side by side,” you explain.

“Yeah, I would really like that, I’m craving a flat white right now. Any ideas how we go out without paparazzi catching us?”

“I can go get coffee for us and we can go to the roof,” you need to hit the drugstore for some items for later anyway.

“I didn’t know there was a rooftop patio on the building, “ he says.

“There isn’t, but I happen to have a key for the roof. I had to go check the AC unit up there last week. There is a spot we can go chill for a bit," you reply.

He agrees. You decide to walk to the drug store a few blocks away, giving him some time. You pick up some lube and other supplies for what you have planned for later. You stop for a couple flat whites from his favorite coffee spot and head back. The annoying photographer is waiting on the street again, but steers clear of you as you walk by.

When you get back, you head up to the roof, books and snacks in a bag. You go up the stairwell a couple floors and there is a locked door at the top. You produce the key and end up in a little room with a skylight above you and face to face with a ladder bolted to the wall. It has safety rungs spaced widely in a half circle starting not quite 6 feet up. It’s maybe a 12 foot climb.

You start climbing one handed, holding your coffee, very aware that Austin is looking right up your dress. At the top you open the hatch to the roof and step through. You are between two taller portions of the roof, the one in front of you, probably the elevator shaft, is blocking the ocean view. There is AC equipment etc up here. It is hot.

“I don’t know about this, it might be more comfy on the balcony,” he says unsure.

“Trust me Austin," you take him by the hand and lead him around the elevator shaft. He stops short, as you giggle.

On the top of the building is a virtual oasis of potted plants. There are big ones with fern and palm trees for shade and little ones too. There is even a patch of grass with two lounge chairs positioned facing the gorgeous ocean view. A little fountain burbles on the side and a couple of cool misters spray the plants. It is much cooler here in the shade.

“This is amazing!” he exclaims.

“Yeah, the super of the building is a hobby gardener. He told me I could hang up here if I wanted to," you can’t help but smile. Sitting in one of the chairs, you kick off your shoes. You reach into the bag, pull out the books and hand him his and a PBJ sandwich.

He leans down to kiss you, “This is amazing," he isn't talking about the roof top.

He sits down in the other chair, removing his shoes, then gets up and pulls the foot closer to yours. He lays back and opens his book, reaching his toes over to touch your feet.

You stay that way for much of the afternoon, reading and munching on snacks. Soon, you hear soft snoring next to you. You look over, the book is on his chest and he is out.

You get up quietly and make your way back to your apartment to prepare your ass for later. You clean yourself out with the enema you bought from the store earlier. Just thinking about Austin’s cock in your ass starts to make you wet again. You go find the silver metal butt plug in your bag of toys… and cleverly leave out your favorite vibrator on the bedside table, then shrug to yourself and leave your favorite dildo out too. You lube up the butt plug and slowly insert it into your ass, it almost feels like too much at the drop off point, it always does at first. You move it in and out a few times, loosening your hole, moaning to yourself, then it pops in and nestles between your cheeks. You love how it feels just a bit heavy when you walk. You leave your bee underwear on the end of the bed.

Once back on the roof, you find Austin is still softly snoring. You sit back down and nestle your feet against his again. You are trying to get back into your book, but the knowledge of the stopper in your ass and what is to come later is very distracting. Luckily, Austin wakes up a few minutes later, moving his feet on yours. He reaches over to you and strokes your arm.

“Hey baby,” his deep voice and soft touch further arousing you.

“Hello you," trying to keep your desire hidden, “nice nap?”

“The best,” he smiles, god that smile melts you, "do you want to head back down?”

“Let's,” is all you can say.

You gather up your things and he takes the lead. He goes down the ladder first and is looking up your dress again as you climb down. You hope he catches a glimpse of silver. When you're in arms reach, his hands slide up your legs to your naked ass as you reach the bottom.

“Where did your bees go?” he says. Your skirt is hiked up over his hands as he fondles your curves.

“Maybe they buzzed away, ” you say coquettishly.

His lips are brushing yours, “Naughty Bees, what is going to protect you from me now?”

He slides his hand between your legs and presses his palm against your mons, rubbing little circles. Little breathy “Oh's” fly from your lips to perch on his. His long fingers curl under, seeking your wet pussy lips, but his finger tips land on the hard base of your butt plug. The jostling movement makes you gasp.

“What do we have here?” he says, gently moving it around as you moan, “I thought I saw something flashing at me as you came down. Is this what you were doing while I was napping?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip.

His voice gets husky with desire, “Show me.”

“Ok, let's go back and-” you begin to turn towards the door.

“No,” he interrupts, "show me right here. Go up, sit on the cage” indicating the ladder with a nod of his head.

You climb up, his hands on you the whole time. You manage to put one leg on either side of the bottom rung of the cage, your back to the ladder. Holding on to the rung above to keep from falling, your dress streaming like the curtains of a stage behind you. You are completely exposed from below, offering Austin a gratuitous view of your pussy and ornamented ass.

“Oh fuck,” you hear him mumble to himself as he looks up.

You are hovering right in front of his face. He reaches up and pets your wet folds before touching the base of the plug with one finger and wiggling it side to side, making you clench and gasp.

Without warning, he closes the gap between his mouth and your clit. All you can do is hold on as he laps slowly, tongue swirling. He continues to wiggle the silver trinket. You wonder if you are dripping onto his shirt, you are so wet all of a sudden. He groans against your pussy, lapping deeper at your sweet cunt, the vibrations of his voice sparking more sensations of pleasure.

Then he slides his fingers in between your lips, feeling the round hardness of the plug from inside. You both are groaning in arousal. Sliding in and out of your pussy and pressing the plug, he sucks at your clit, making you squirm and pant softly. You could come like this, hanging on for dear life as you get eaten out by Austin, damn he is good with his tongue.

Suddenly he pulls away, wipes his face on your skirt and raises his hands to help you down.

“Get down, let’s go," he commands.

Untangling yourself from the metal rungs you stop when you are even with his face and kiss him hard.

“The real question, Austin, is what is going to protect you from me?" you say with a smirk.

“Not a damn thing,” there is something wild in his eyes. He tosses you over his shoulder, he is surprisingly strong. He carries you down the mercifully empty stairwell.

" Austin, I can walk you know," You giggle.

"I'm not letting you get away! Bees or no bees." Opening your apartment door, he takes you directly to your bedroom and he tosses you down onto the bed.

Before you can catch your breath, he is upon you, lips on yours, tongue dancing on yours. He is intense. His hands are kneading your breasts through your dress, his hardness hot between your legs. He reaches down and pulls your skirt up. He swirls his fingers around your clit and slides along your inner lip. He presses his finger under the base of the plug, rubbing the lube into the edges of your hole. The pressure against your asshole both inside and out and makes you moan.

“Ungh,” he growls appreciatively from his throat.

Heat rises quickly into need as he reaches to his own crotch and takes himself out. He rubs some of the wetness on his tip and then directs it to your slit. He pushes in, groaning, feeling the plug's hard bulge rub against his dick.

It. Feels. Amazing- for both of you.

He plunges in and out of you. He is propped up on straight arms above you, his hands are grasping yours, inadvertently holding you down. His head is thrown back in pleasure.

He seems to have a short attention span today as he stops after only a handful of strokes, takes a big breath and pulls out. You unconsciously whimper as he leaves you.

“Oh hunny, 'm sorry, but I’m savin' m'self for yer ass,” he smiles down at you, ”I just needed t' feel yeh 'round me.” he has dropped into his Elvis voice again.

He peels your dress off, and in a flash he is naked in front of you. You lean back on your elbows, knees bent, blatantly admiring his muscular, yet lean body.

“I would never get tired of seeing you naked, with that glorious cock, about to fuck me,” you comment.

He puffs out a little laugh, looking down and away, suddenly shy. Then his glance lands on your body, his eyes glaze over in lust. He kneels on the bed at your feet.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are? All casually leaned back, curves for days.” he reaches out, biting his bottom lip. He skims your knee and inner thigh with his fingertips. “Legs open just enough that I can see you glistening and that plug glinting at me.” He seems to have not realized that he is crawling on top of you again.

You reach out and grab the back of his neck. Pulling him to you for a deep fiery kiss, tongues curling against each other. You trap his full bottom lip between your teeth for a second before you pull away,

“Now,” you say, reaching for the lube then rolling over underneath him, “how about we start with my little surprise.” You push back into him, ass in the air, forcing him to his knees. You hand him the lube.

“Yes, Ma’am,” fucking Elvis again, still toe curling.

He starts by moving the base side to side, pushing it in a little. The thumb on his other hand stroking your lips.

“Can I pull it out?” he asks.

“Slowly,” you say, nodding.

He grasps the base and starts pulling. Your ass resists at first, having to go over the largest part of the plug first. You are gasping short little breaths.

“Am I hurting you?” he asks.

You shake your head, "It’s just stretching me is all, keep pulling.”

Finally your ass lets it go and it slides out quickly as you exhale audibly.

“Wow, that is a little bigger than I expected it to be,” he says.

“It’s smaller than your cock. You should fuck me with it a bit so I can be ready for you,” you instruct.

He drips more lube onto your asshole and rubs the toy around in it then presses it into your hole. Little ‘ohs and ooos’ sound from your mouth.

“Wow,” he breathes to himself, as your ass pulls it in past the neck.

He grips and pulls it out again, it comes easier this time. He starts rubbing your pussy, fingertips slipping in at the same time as he slowly moves the plug in and out of your ass. The stretching starts to feel good and you are pushing back against him.

After a couple minutes You reach back to get him to stop and sit up on your knees.

“Lay down,” you tell him. He puts the butt plug on the bedside table and lays on his back.

”Hold yourself,” you take a moment and appreciate how hot he looks with his cock in his hand, not being able to stop stroking himself. You drip lube on him, he groans as he rubs it in.

You straddle him and position his tip at your partially stretched ass hole.

Slowly you push yourself down onto him, trying to relax as you go. You are gasping at every inch.

He is saying “Oh, Oh, Oh,” over and over again, his head thrown back against the covers. His sexy fucking Adam's apple juts out from the curve of his neck. Finally he is fully seated in your ass.

“Oh fuck that is tight. My god-Are you ok?” he is waffling between pleasure and worry.

“Oh yes, are you?” you put your hands on his chest. He grabs your hips in response.

“Omigodyes,” he says as you move slowly up and down a few inches on his cock. Up and down. Your ass is getting used to his girth and starting to feel really, really good and you rise all the way off him and push all the way down again, your wet pussy rubbing on his pubic bone.

You are both uttering indistinct sounds of pleasure, lost in sensations.

You pull off him all the way, then push him into you, riding up and down on just the head of his cock.

He lifts his head up, eyes boring into yours from under his lashes. His neck muscles straining, chin tilted a bit to the side and down, jawline tense and heaving through his teeth. You can tell that he is barely controlling himself. You curl your lip in a naughty smile. Reassured that your ass has expanded to fit him, you pull off him and lean down close to his face.

“Ok, I’m ready,” you state.

“For what?” he asks.

“For you to take over and really fuck me in the ass,” you answer.

The corner of his mouth curves up as an animal-like growl rises in his throat. You can almost see his demon break free through his blown pupils.

He grabs you and rolls you over on to your back. He stands up, pulls you by the hips to the edge of the bed. Luckily it’s a tall bed. Your legs are splayed apart, feet up. He guides his head at your stretched out hole. Without hesitation, he pushes his cock into your ass slowly but steadily. You find your hand rubbing back and forth on your mound

“Oh fuck yes, just like that,” you affirm.

“Pull your pussy lips apart,” it was not a request. You reach down with the other hand and spread your outer labia, showing him your pink cleft. He is watching himself slide in and out of your ass.

“Mmmm, your inner lips are opening and closing as my cock moves in your ass," his fingers brush over your lips then slide inside your pussy, "Whoa, I can feel myself moving in you." He is aroused and enthralled.

“Oh that feels so damn good,” you moan.

After a few minutes of a slow, steady rhythm that bit by bit is building your orgasm, he stops his hips. His fingers leave your pussy. You open your mouth to whine but his wet fingers slide in. You start sucking and licking yourself off them greedily.

“Look at me,” he commands as you hear a buzz. You open your eyes to see your vibrator between your face and his. It's tight curve is meant to slide in and stimulate both your g spot and your clit.

“I’m going to slide this into your pussy as I fuck your tight little ass," you recognize that he is as much asking, as telling you.

Your eyes widen and you nod as your nostrils flare in desire. You have always wanted all your holes filled. You grab his hand to keep his fingers in your mouth.

He slides the vibrator into your saturated slit. And starts to move in and out of your ass again, feeling the pulsations on his cock.

“Ohgawohgawohgaw” your words are stoppered by his fingers. You are lost in sensations. His dick in your ass, pushing the vibrator up into your g-spot with every thrust, his fingers in your mouth and the vibrating sensations on your clit. These are your whole world right now.

You hear a howling. You realize it’s you, screaming around his fingers. Your climax is starting from a whole new place, deep inside you.

You wail as you come, squirting around the vibrator, drenching his cock and your ass in sweet fluids.

“Oh my god,” he intones. He slows down for a second, “Fuck that is hot.”

You turn off your vibrator off, trying to catch your breath. He reaches down and turns it back on, pressing it to your clit.

”Oh no baby you keep that going,” he holds it in place and begins moving back and forth with intensity. Your own juices lubing your asshole and his cock.

You feel out of your body. “I. don’t. know . if….. “ each word breaking from your tongue with each delicious thrust. You both want more and aren't sure if you can take it.

You feel his hand in the middle of your chest, pressing down tethering you to the bed, to your body, to the incredible pleasure he is giving you.

“Oh no, you are gonna take my cock until we both come,” his voice is low, rumbling and coarse with desire.

You nod, fucking loving this dominance.

He lets go of the vibrator to grasp your upper thigh, pulling you onto him as he pounds into your ass harder than before. You start to fall apart, only his hand on your chest is keeping you from disintegrating.

He fucks you hard, a string of 'oh yeah's' falling from him and crumbling into panting vocalizations.

You thrash, keening like a siren, on his cock, squirting all over him again. The vibrator pops out in a gush. He keeps on slamming into your ass for another couple of glory filled minutes. You are still coming so hard, you are starting to see black at the edges of your vision. For second you go limp, but don't realize it. Finally, a savage roar rips from his chest, his whole body shakes as he thrusts deep, shooting his cum into your ass.

He collapses on top of you. You are both panting, shivering. Your ass squeezes around his cock with each immense aftershock, making you both squirm. Finally, he starts to pull out of your ass. It is so wet with his cum and your fluids, it feels so fucking good. You can’t help but rub your pussy as he pulls out. You feel his cum leaking out and down your crack. You squeeze your knees together curling fetal around your core as you moan and convulse.

He is right there behind you, arms around you. Whispering to you, coaxing you back to him.

You two stay that way for a while as your heartbeats recover and the world normalizes. He is stroking your hair.

“Are you ok baby, I thought you passed out for a second?” he asks, sounding a little concerned.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you breathe and nod.

“Oh. My. God. “ he rolls onto his back,” did that just happen?”

You rollover, nestling alongside his chest, “if you mean how you fucked my ass so hard and so well that I squirted all over you. Then you did it again and I came for like 10 minutes and almost blacked out. Then yes, it did just happen.”

”I have never gotten to witness squirting before, did you know you could do that?” he asks, impressed.

“No, that was the first time I’ve gushed like that,” you answer.

“I have to revise your statement from this morning,” he puts his finger on your chin to tilt your head up, boring into your soul with his eyes, “I don’t know what we did to deserve this, but it's so much more than fun.”

The only reply you have is to kiss him. He is right, ‘fun’ is too shallow a word for what just passed between you.

[savepc2023]

Heyoooo! More questions for your PCs!!

If Angel, Brynn, and Caelan were LIs, how would they be like? How do we romance them? If they are impossible to romance, how to befriend them?

ヾ(*ΦωΦ)ツ

OOOH OK SO THIS WAS VERY FUN TO THINK OF ACTUALLY!! I GO A BIIT(A LOT) INTO DETAIL SO I'M KEEPING IT UNDER READ MORE!

also uhmmmmmmmmm suggestive at Brynn's part.

Angel the Delinquent:

"Yeah the nurse isn't here right now," A student sitting on a bench near the nurse's table says. "In fact, they haven't been back for a while now. Said Leighton called for them or sum'. Anyways, what's up with you?"

Species: Human

Personality: Boyish, Confident

Occupation: Student

Role: Love Interest

Relationship: Determinant

Interests: Drawing, Comic Books, Gardening

Angel is a possible love interest that can be encountered either in the school infirmary or the orphanage. If you do not enter the infirmary at least twice within the first three weeks, you'll automatically trigger the second meeting, where you bump into her either in the morning before school, or any time after school. Their dialogue remains mostly the same regardless of when you bump into them: he apologizes before saying they recognize you from somewhere, then she snaps their fingers before recollecting that you have an english class together. They also say you should hang out sometime, just for fun. If you encounter them after twelve am, she'll add that you both should probably get to bed soon.

The infirmary encounter is more interesting, though. It'll happen any random time you step into the infirmary except for the first time. When you walk in, your character notes the nurse isn't present, but there is a student sitting on a bench near their desk. This encounter gives more content, because you get to interact with Angel more. They tell you the nurse has gone to have a talk with Leighton, and ask if he can help you. Then your character notices that she has a bruised lip and a bleeding nose. You have options to either:

Ask for painkillers: -Pain

Say you want to use a bed: -Fatigue

Ask for their name

Choosing either of the first two options has Angel either gesturing towards where the pills are kept or based off of how high your fatigue is: tell you that you do look a bit tired/tell you that you don't look that tired, but they don't give a shit.

If you ask for their name, she introduces himself as 'The great Angel, always at your service. Unless you're a jackass. You can pay me for spending time with my glorious self anytime, but I don't mind hanging out for free, either.' Then they recognize you to be from the orphanage, and invite you to hang out with her sometime.

After taking the pills/taking a nap, you're forced to ask for his name. So you can't exactly go without knowing the mf lmao

After the first encounter you have the option to look for Angel's room in the orphanage, which permanently unlocks that location for you(unlike with Mickey. ..I wanna pay them a visit so bad tf). You can read comics together, go out to the arcade/cafe together(which I won't elaborate much about bc it would become...too long) and vent to her about your day/recent events.

When going into the flower bed it gives you an option to mess with Angel's plants for some godforsaken reason. --Love

Like with Sydney and Robin(and Kylar.. and Whitney. ..) there's almost always an option to flirt with him, but unlike the others, it raises Angel's Amusement, instead. The more this special trait is raised, the easier it is to raise Angel's love and lust for you. Lust is raised only with provocative poses and expressions.

When Angel's love and amusement is high, she approaches you during lunch at school and asks you out mid meal. If you accept, they ask if they can give you a kiss and give you a little peck on the lips. If you reject them, they look disappointed, but shake it off and say they don't really mind you not liking her romantically, but he hopes you don't feel too weirded out to remain friends, because he enjoys your friendship a lot.

After a rejection things pretty much go back to how they were. After accepting, they're more affectionate than usual, almost always wrapping an arm around your waist or holding your hand. There is always an option to tell them to give you some space, and their love is never lowered because of it.

Brynn the Model:

"Oh... so Niki asked you to model for him/her too? ...Nice. I'm Brynn. You're really cute..."

Species: Human

Personality: Quiet, Aloof

Occupation: Student, Model

Role: People of interest

Relationship: Determinant

Interests: Scrapbooking, Listening to music

Brynn is an NPC that can only be encountered at the Photography Studio, and only if you ran into Niki by random in town after gaining a significant amount of fame.

After you're greeted by Niki, Brynn walks by your character and is described as looking 'angelic', because of his snow white hair and ice blue eyes. He catches your eye and asks if you were asked to model for Niki too, after which he remarks you look pretty cute.

You can not encounter Brynn at the orphanage or the school, only at the Photography Studio, and even that is only once a week. His route would be annoying ngl. The second time you walk in for a photoshoot, Niki asks if you'd be open to doing one along with Brynn, saying they'll pay you more for it, an extra £50.

Accepting will raise both Brynn's Curiosity and his lust. There is no love trait for him. Rejecting will have no affect.

During the photoshoot, Niki will ask if you'd be willing to do few topless shots, then some in your underwear and then some nude. No matter what you choose Brynn is always down for all of them. You could go as far as nude shots, after which you get options to get frisky with Brynn🗿.

Finish shoot

Stroke Brynn's thigh: +Brynn's Lust

Choosing the latter will have Brynn flushing ever so slightly and wow would you look at that. Encounter.🗿 And Niki keeps taking shots throughout, dw they pay extra extra.

After the first lewd photo shoot, Brynn always asks you if you'd want to do another one every time you walk into the studio. If you reject, he doesn't say anything and only watches Niki take photos of you for the entire three hours and then sorta. Corners you and asks you if he's done anything wrong. But they don't really do much, only just like. stare at you with big eyes. If you explain you don't wanna fuck he'll leave you be. Either that or you can say you just didn't want to have another lewd photo shoot. The latter starts another encounter, in which Brynn starts by asking if you'd be down for fuckin' without the camera pointed at y'all's naked asses. You can ask him to stop and that'll instantly end the encounter or you can go with it.

If you accept then it's basically the first lewd photoshoot all over again, you stroke his inner thigh, he flushes and leans into you and sex.

It's important to note, during these encounters with Brynn he's always submissive.

It's also important to note that your relationship is more fuck-buddy than anything, you cannot increase Brynn's love for you.

Caelan the Bartender:

"Ha...you're not supposed to be here, are you? Hm. Neither am I. I suppose we can keep eachother's secrets?" The bartender chuckles.

Species: Human

Personality: Calm, Respectful

Occupation: Student, Bartender

Role: People of interest

Relationship: Determinant

Interests: Reading

You can encounter Caelan after buying a fake ID from Briar and getting a job at the Strip Club. After meeting Darryl, you make eye contact with Caelan, who looks surprised for a second before making their way over to you with a knowing smile on their face.

Once near you, they remark that they've seen you around the orphanage, and then talking about how you're not supposed to be here. But neither are they, they joke.

Caelan's interactions are somewhat similar to Alex's. You go through work together, take a break to chat maybe. If you get into an encounter and choose to scream, Caelan gets there to help before security does. Their presence scares off the creep, but Caelan calls the security on their ass. They then proceed to keep a close eye on you throughout the rest of your shift.

During your break, you can choose to either-

Gossip

Ask Caelan about themself: +Caelan's respect

Choosing to gossip has Caelan listening to you talk about stuff you've heard the people at both school and the club say, mostly funny sex related stories. Your most common topic will be the students at the library. They are are freaky. Asking Caelan about themself will not reveal much, they simply state that they're an orphan themself and that they'd been working as a bartender at the club for four months now. It's not much, but you could note that they don't ever invite you to hangout in their room. This is only because they don't spend much time in there anyways, don't worry.

Caelan doesn't have a love or lust trait, instead they have the Caelan's Respect trait. Their respect is raised just by being a decent person and fairly nice, while ignoring Darryl being groped by a random person at the club or fucking someone while you're bartending(they don't give a shit if you're getting freaky while you're doing anything else, they just want you to do your part bro they're tired)

The lower their respect is, the lesser they say when you ask them about themself.

Outside of the strip club, you can sometimes see them taking a walk in the park or bump into them in the school hallways. These interactions are always short however, just a quick wave or hello.

They're the only one out of the three that has a christmas event. If you go to work at the club during christmas, they put a large sized santa hat on you before chuckling and handing you some cash. They admit that they don't know you well enough to know what you'd appreciate as a gift so they decided to let you choose for yourself instead of a shitty mug or something.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1044: Beartrap & Me (Epithet Erased)

6:45 p.m. at Sweet Jazz City's Beachy Shores

Molly: (Giggles Softly While Sitting Next to her Boss Beside Her on a Campfire Log) No way!~ Did that seriously happened?

Giovanni: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah, really! Like, a literal moutain goat, (Quickly Grabs his Chin) not really sure who it belonged to by the way, just barging in, starts chasing everyone of us around the house, and wrecked and chewed off almost EVERYTHING inside! The plants, furniture, wires, he even demolished Ben's 3DS with his own hooves!

Ben: (In the Distance Helping the Rest of the Voyz Cook on the Grill) A Legend of Zelda, Ocarina of Time 3DS! Which costed me MY ENTIRE ALLOWANCE BY THE WAY!! I hate that FREAKING GOAT!!!

Giovanni: (Immediately Covered Molly's Ears While Glaring at his Minion in the Distance) LANGUAGE, BEN!!

Ben: Sorry, Boss.

Giovanni: (Let's Go of Beartrap's Ears) Sorry about Ben. He's been salty about that incident ever since.

Molly: (Smiles Sheepishly) I-It's okay, Boss. I've heard a lot worse from actually.

Giovanni: Wait, you have?

Molly: Yeah. Mostly from the customers I had to deal with back at the Toy Store.....

Giovanni's face suddenly turns dark as the words "customers" and "had to deal with it" are in the same sentence.

Giovanni: They were giving you a hard time?

Molly: Yeah. B-But the most I've gotten were complaints and narcissism! So it wasn't all that bad. (Gives Gio a Motherly Like Glare) And you're not gonna try plotting vengeance on them for my sake either.

Giovanni: (Playfully Scoffs) Oh come on, Beartrap! What makes you think I wanna doing something like that?

Molly: (Faces Flatters onto a Deadpinned Look) Boss, it's written all over your face. Why else were you giving me that look for?

Giovanni: To...show how....(Slowly Shrugs With an Awkward Smile on his Face) Intimidating I really am?

Molly raises an eyebrow at her boss in silence. It didn't take a five year old to know that she's not falling for his half baked lies.

Giovanni: ('Groans in Defeat') Okay, fiiiine. So maybe I was planning on getting them back for you. (Frowns a Little) I just don't want anyone to make my #1 minion feel bad. (Quickly Looks Back and Forth Before Turning Back to Molly, Whispering to Her) Don't tell anyone in here I said that by the way.

Molly: (Giggles Softly) I won't~ Just promise me you won't let it bother you too much, okay?

Giovanni: (Happily Gives Molly a Thumbs Up) You got it, Beartrap!

Molly: (Notices her Boss' Other Arm is Sticking Out From Behind his Back as She Gives Him a Teasing Smirk) WITHOUT crossing your fingers together from the back~

Giovanni: (Chuckles Lightly as Moves his Other Habd From his Back) Okay, okay. I promise for real this time. (Grabs his Chin Again) Now where was I in the whole goat story?....(Suddenly Snaps his Fingers) Ah yeah. The part where it destroyed Ben's 3DS or whatever.

Ben: (In the Distance) That goat can go suck the RIGHT PART OF MY-

The Boyz: BEN!

Spike: MY GOD, DUDE! LET IT GO!

Ben: I'M SORRY! I just....really missed my game a lot!

Giovanni: (Rolls his Eyes) Anyways, after that ordeal happened, the goat kept chasing us around the house a few more minutes till Crusher suddenly swooped in out of nowhere, grabs him by the horns, and delivered the most devastating DDT throwdown I've ever seen in my life!

Crusher: NO ONE HURTS MY FRIENDS AND BOSS AND LIVES TO SEE ANOTHER DAY!!

Giovanni: (Got Up and WVe at Crusher With Big Grin on his Face) WELL SAID, BIG GUY!~ SO PROUD OF YOU!~

Crusher: (Immediately Starts Stammering and Blushing While Watching his Crush Boss Happily Waving at Him) Y-Y-Y-Your p-p-p-proud!!!?~

Flamethrower: (Places his Hand on Crusher's Shoulder) Hey, eyes back on the grill, big guy. Don't want our food getting burnt, now do we?

Crusher: (Immediately Comes Back to his Senses and Continues Cooking) R-Right. Sorry.

Giovanni: (Sits Back Down) So yeah, after that glorious display happened, the goat's owner eventually came by and picked it up a few minutes later.....with all of our moms standing behind him the whole time. Giving all of us those....(Shivers at the Memory) menacing Mom Glares and whatnot.....

Molly: It was that scary, huh?

Giovanni: The most terrifying thing in the world, Beartrap. And they did what all moms do when they caught their kids red handed in a party: they kicked the guests out, they yell and scold us while the moon still shines, they use our allowance to repair all the stuff that was broken stuff in the house, and then grounded us for a whopping month in a half.

Molly: Yikes. That couldn't have been fun.

Giovanni: ('Sighs Heavily') Trust me, Beartrap, it wasn't.....(Smiles a Little) But we did managed to become the talk of the class for the rest of the school year, so it's not all dreadful

Molly: (Smiles Back at her Boss) Oh that's good to hear at least. It's been a while since I've ever been to an actual party myself.

Giovanni: Seriously? What about your birthdays?

Molly: (Chuckles a Little Awkwardly) Yeeeeeah, funny you mentioned that. I....um....don't think I've ever celebrated my birthday in.....let's say.....three or four years....

Giovanni: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) You haven't celebrated your birthday in THREE TO FOUR YEARS!!!?

Molly: (Gets Startled by Gio's Sudden Outburst) I-It's not like I didn't want to celebrate it or anything! Lori's kept using her epithet to create her own fantasy world in her room all day, dad's been busy doing everything that doesn't remotely involve anything work related, meanwhile I'm the only one out if the three of us who not only have run the store as per usual, but also have to keep our home from being a literal pig stock! ('Sigh Heavily') So yeah.....Not really the best birthday memories if....I do say so myself personally.....

The words coming out his faithful minion's mouth has infuriate Giovanni to absurd extent. He knew her father was clueless, irresponsible bum of a man the first time he met him in that fantasy world Lori created a day ago, but to hear that he made his own daughter miss four....FOUR of her birthdays that she should've been celebrating at the time due to his and the older sister's lazy and careless antics has sparked a flare of anger within him that never felt before in his life up until now. If we're given the opportunity to turn back the heads of time to that day of the incident, he would most certainly uses it to bash Martain's head in as many times as he wants, regardless if it would tire him out or not.

But alas, as nice as it sounds, he is still in the present and his sweet, little Beartrap needs him now more than ever. So he takes a mental deep breath, letting his anger fade out within in and puts on a sincere, faithful grin on his face that he could Muster at the moment.

Giovanni: Well you can say goodbye to those crappy years, Beartrap. Because in a-uh- (Whispers into Molly's Ears) When is your birthday again?

Molly: In a couple of months.

Giovanni: In a couple of months! Me and boys will throw you the best birthday party could EVER hope for! Oh and your friends are invited too of course. As well as that Rick Shades fellow. I like him.

Molly: (Smiles Softly at the Thought of Rick Shades) Yeah. I like him too. And thanks, Boss. You really don't have to go out of your way to do this for me.

Giovanni: Of course I do. You're my #1 minion. I'll be always be there for you, kiddo. With that being said..(Starts Looking Away Nervously) uh....Molly?

Molly: Hm?

Giovanni: I...(Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) know I might've already asked you this question last night, but.....(Takes a Deep Breath Before Turning Back to Molly With a Worried yet Firm Friwn on his Face) Are you really okay this? With me....kidnapping you and everything?

'Distant Chatter and Sound of Smaller Waves Coming to Shore'

Molly: Boss.....

Giovanni: (Starts Getting Up From his Seat and Pace Around a Bit) I know, I know it was a really bold, reckless, stupid move on my part to do last night, trust me, I already have enough crap from Trixie and Sheep Girl about it as it is-

Molly: Boss.

Giovanni: But I couldn't help it, okay? You were miserable in that toy shop and the fact that your own dad and sister never once bothered to help you out in anyway really ticked me off to no end!

Molly: Bosssss.

Giovanni: Like seriously, why the hell are you making your own twelve year old daughter do all the work while you lay around doing jack SHIT when you know damn well it was YOUR responsibility since day freaking ONE!!

Molly: Boss!

Giovanni: And it doesn't help the fact that hardly anyone sees anything wrong with this! Not even the authorities! All they seem to care about is getting their damn, stupid toys out if the shelves, no matter who is running the register! The fact that your friends, your teacher, a weird but cool wizard guy, and an annoying, useless, wannabe villain are the only ones cares more about your health and happiness than your own family and everyone else in this dumb city speaks volumes about society AS A WH-

Molly: GIOVANNI!!

Giovanni: (Finally Stops Ranting and Gives Beartrap her Full Attention) Y-Yeah, Beartrap?

Molly: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay, first off, don't you EVER talk bad about yourself again! You're one of the most sweetest, passionate person I've ever have the pleasure of meeting and I refuse to believe and let you think otherwise, got it!?

Giovanni: (Immediately Salutes to Molly) Yes, ma'am! Won't ever happen again, ma'am!

Molly: (Simply Nodded) Good. And second....(Gently Grab Hold of Giovanni's Hand) Please don't stress yourself out. I'm.....(Gives Gio a Confident Smile on her Face) one hundred and one percent okay with this.

Giovanni: You...you really are?

Molly: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. I mean, sure, it's a lot to get used to, being kidnapped by the greatest supervillain this town has to offer and whatnot.

Giovanni: (Forms a Small Pout on his Face) You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?

Molly: Noooo, I mean it! You are a great villain and a boss. And I like I said: it'll be a lot to get used to. But to be perfectly honest, if there's anyone in this world I would spend the rest of my life with.....(Smiles Brightly at Giovanni While Gently Squeezing his Hand) I'm so glad it turns out to be you in the end.

And there it was. The bright, sparkle in her eyes, the warm, comforting she brings in the area, and a smile that would light up even the most angriest of people's moods. All of that and more was just enough to ease Giovanni's worries and focus on what's really important in front of him.

Giovanni: You know something, Beartrap? I'm a lot of things

Molly: Hm?

Giovanni: I'm loud, obnoxious, thick headed, arrogant to the extent, and above all else, I...may be am full of myself.

Molly: Boss.....

Giovanni: (A Smirk Starts Creeping Up on his Face) ('Heh') But even then, that STILL won't stop me from achieving my dreams to villainy and fulfilling my promises. That I....(Points Up into the Sunset Above Him) GIOVANNI POTAGE, will not only continue to provide my Boyz the upmost care and support....(Looks Back at Molly Woth a Determined Look.in his Face) But to also become the best damn guardian you could ever ask for. (Places his Thumb on his Chest) And that's a promise I'm willing take for the rest of my life!!!

'Sounds of More Waves Coming in and Out the Tides'

Molly: (Sighs While Putting on a Bit of a Pouty Look on her Face) Honestly.....I thought I told you to never talk down on yourself again, mister.

Giovanni: ('Sigh') Yeah, yeah. I know. Just trying set example here is all. But...you do get where I'm coming from in all of this, right?

Molly: (Smiles Softly) Yeah, I do. And I'll support and root you every step of the way. (Points her Finger and Moves it Up and Down at her Boss) But ONLY if you promise not to work yourself too hard for my sake and let me and the others help you out. We're a team now and teammates always help each other in need.

Giovanni: Very true, Beartrap. (Happily Nodded) Alright, I accept your promise. But only if YOU promise me to start going out more and enjoy being a kid for as long as you can. You're still have a lot if years ahead of you, you know?

Molly: (Nodded Back at Giovanni) Right. And a promise is a promise.

Giovanni: Spendid! As of today, Beartrap, you, I and our Boyz will take over this city and show em what we're really made of! And soon....(Picks Up Molly and Twirls her Around, Causing her to Giggle in Place) The whole WORLD will ours for the taking!

????: OHHH BOSSSSSSS!~

The duo turns to see Flamethrower staring at them in the distance.

Flamethrower: We're finally done cooking!~

Car Crash: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah and Ben hasn't made the food burnt into a crisp this time!

Ben: (Immediately Glares at the Duo Snickering Among Themselves) H-Hey! Name one time I've burned something food related!

Dark Star: Do you really want us to bring up last year's summer party incident?

Ben's eyes starts to widens as he mentally hears loud fire truck sirens and the fire burning around the house Itself, with his boss screaming out "GODDAMMIT, BEN!" ringing in his ears throughout all of it.

Ben: ('Gulp') No. I rather you not.

Dark Star: (Simply Nodded) That's what I thought. (Turns to Gio and Molly From a Distance) You guys, hurry up and get here before fire boy here strikes again.

Ben: Dude!

The Boyz: (Starts Laughing at Ben's Dispense)

Giovanni: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, you heard the man, Beartrap. Let's mosey our way over there before our food gets cold. Or burnt.

Molly: How did Ben even managed to do all of that in the first place?

Giovanni: It's another long story that I'm willing to tell ya if you want.

Molly: (Smiles Softly) Yeah. I'd like that.boh and boss?

Giovanni: Hm?

Molly moves her head over to Giovanni's cheek and gives it a soft kiss before hugging lovingly in his arms.

Molly: I love you.

Giovanni: (Hearts Begins to Melt in Pure, Genuine Happiness) Oh Beartrap.....(Happily Hugs his #1 Minion Back) I love you too. Always have and always will.

And so the duo of mischief finally begins to make their way towards the rest of the group to eat their long awaited BBQ meals. There's no telling what the future may have in store for either of them, but as long as they faced them together, side by side, they're more than up for it, as newly found villains.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EACH AND EVERYONE YOU FOLKS! HERE'S HOPING IT GOES ALONG SMOOTHLY THIS TIME AROUND!!

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[amedleyofthoughts]

On Hope

(Beginning of Transcript: So for me hope is not some abstract consideration. It’s sort of a pre-requisite for my survival. But I do understand it’s kind of a funny, fuzzy word. Like, the word hope just has a slight like live, laugh, love connotation. Not that there’s anything wrong with living and laughing and loving. I’m just trying to understand what we actually talk about  when we talk about hope. Anyway, good morning Hank, it’s Tuesday. Let’s get a check of the weather. Even a grizzled, melancholic weather person like myself has to acknowledge that it is absolutely glorious. Oh, also, I understand we have some breaking news.

A couple weeks ago a major work of art called a leaf emerged from the branches of this tree. And then over the next couple of weeks several million more major works of art emerged. So, that’s nice. I think by hope I mean that I need to believe that consciousness is worth it. That like biological awareness which of course comes with misery and consternation and pain is nonetheless valuable. It’s valuable to learn about leaves. It’s valuable to look up at the stars and try to figure out how and why and when and where they are. Even if that knowledge won’t last forever because nothing lasts forever, I still think it’s valuable. I think it’s valuable to read Beloved and Othello.

Or watching iCarly with your daughter. Yes. Or watch iCarly with my daughter. Actually I completely agree with you. So when I talk about hope I guess I mean that I need to believe that love and connection and art and collaboration are for lack of a better term, worth it? But I also mean that I live and hope that the human story will go on, if not forever and also will get better if never anywhere close to perfect. Like, over the weekend I saw an elderly man received a hat, it was a very fancy hat. It was encrusted with all kinds of minerals and stuff and the only thing that all those minerals had in common is that they were from every corner of the earth, except the corner of the earth where the elderly man in question lives. It was a very curious event, but it reminded me of how much can change.

Because just a few centuries ago we would have given that elderly gentleman not just the fancy hat, but also like, absolute power over an entire kingdom. Making the hat man into a ceremonial position seems to me like real progress, albeit insufficient progress. There’s still much injustice in how power and resources are distributed in our world. But still, that doesn’t negate the reality of progress. These used to be pepper seeds in my bathtub, but now they’re full-fledged pepper plants in my bathtub almost ready to be planted in the garden. Margret Atwood once wrote that very little in history is inevitable and I believe that.

Uh oh…

(sneezes)

Oh, no.

Sneezing isn’t normal, I never sneeze. But right, so Margret Atwood once wrote very little in history is inevitable and I believe that. I don't just think we can change the world together, I think we will. And I believe and hope that we will change it for the better. And that’s the kind of hope that for me holds up to scrutiny. The kind that sings the tune without the words and never stops at all. So that’s why I am, despite everything, like, broadly in favor of humans. I look at what we can do together and I am awed. I am also horrified of course, but I need to make space for both of those realities. Like, there needn’t have been a hospital here. That’s happening because tens of thousands of people from around the world and across every imaginable barrier made it happen. But it is equally true that there should have been a hospital here many decades ago. Believe me, I understand the urge to simplify experience and nothing is simpler than despair. But I don’t think any simple story tells the whole story.

So, all hail complexity. Hank, I’ll see you on Friday. End of Transcript)

My Response:

I love the idea of what these two brothers accomplished with this YouTube channel (vlogbrothers, aka John and Hank Green). They record videos to post every week on different days addressed to each other. What they talk about varies immensely from one to the next because they are simply informing the other of what they are currently thinking or researching or doing. It's such an interesting take on passing information from the happenings of their lives (though they may not be the first to do it using this format, I enjoy it anyway). They could just pick up the phone and catch-up with one another like most do. But they lead incredibly busy lives and so found a way to communicate with one another while allowing us along for the ride.

It's encouraging to say the least. It is easy as we grow older to drift apart from friends and family due to where life takes us. I can't remember the last time I talked or even texted my sister. It's not that I don't care but in some ways I feel too distant from her still. It's hard to carry conversation for long and I don't know what she would want to hear or talk about. I always worry when speaking with her if I'll earn her ire for one thing or another. It doesn't help that she lives so far away either. The only choice I have is to speak to her over the phone and that is honestly not much of a help for me. For some the idea of speaking in person is anxiety inducing (it's the opposite most times for me, though I still have trouble in person as well). But for me, I would much rather have a conversation face-to-face then worry over a mile long text block, spelling, grammar, and paragraphs with exposition (ironic).

If these two could find a way to rekindle their relationship with one another then there's a chance I can as well, right? I can't remember when I read these next words, but I can almost guarantee it was a feel good tumblr text-on-background-image kind of post. But it inferred that a key way to keep a good relationship with someone else was to continually take interest in them. What I gathered from that was to take interest in their interests (huh, who would've guessed?).

If you can ask a series of questions to yourself and not be able to answer many of them I think it's time to invest in that person and their interests, curiosity, hobbies, likes and dislikes. I can remember my sister growing up. What she looked like, how she dressed, and how she spoke. I remember her first serious boyfriend and how she kept all their notes to one another in a bedazzled box (dark aquamarine colored) under her bed. On that same bed, I remember rough-housing and playing frog* with each other until it would get too serious and we'd have to stop before we actually tried to harm one another.

I can tell you so much and so little at the same time. What's her favorite color? Not sure. What does she like to do on her off-days? Uh. What does she like (music, food, literature, etc.)?....It feels terrible to think that I must not care for her if I don't know the answers to such simple questions. Then I think I must not be the only one to have experienced the same. Sometimes siblings don't grow up as the best of friends and confidants we image them to be or how they are portrayed in the media. I never asked these questions when we were younger and still lived under the same roof. Most of what you learn while living closely with other people is usually observed, mainly by behavior, but also through passing comments and remarks. Where I lack knowledge of her in certain areas, I can usually make up for in others. And it helps to know I still have time to find ways to communicate and reconnect with her that aren't anxiety-inducing. Maybe I can come up with a catchy send-off too while I'm at it, much like the vlogbrothers.

(*For those who don't know what this is reference to, playing frog or being frogged as we like to put it was when we would close our fist and keep our thumbs pressed to the middle digit so that it would be pronounced even when your fist was closed. Then we would proceed to punch someone, usually a sibling or cousin, in the thigh hoping to cause them to have a 'dead leg', or numbness, from striking a nerve. The hope and the dead leg were necessary for the game since there was no guarantee that you would strike a nerve with every punch you hoped it would work. And you needed the 'dead leg', because you definitely needed to get a head start running away before whoever you just punched can get back up to return the favor. Don't know why or where the game came from, but we played it often.)

P.S. Oh, and I loved what John Green had to say about hope in this video. I hope I didn't distract from that too much in my response. So here's to hoping that I will reconnect with a sister, and hopefully eventually to be called a friend and confidant.

[7-ratsinatrenchcoat]

RATS I FOUND A THING

after north-sta informed me that the demon realm doesn't have a sun (now I HAVE to give the demon realm its own species of miasma-producing carnivorous (?) plants. MAYBE THEY GLOW. That would be cool as hell) I decided to google that information and found out that nanatsu no taizai has A FANDOM WIKI and YOUR OC IS THERE?

SHE'S HERE

SHE'S RECOGNIZED BY THE PEOPLE

(as she should be. but omg I did not expect that?)

and SHE'S SHIPPED WITH THE SUPREME DEITY. This being here gives that scene where she calls the supreme deity by her name and is so salty and disrupts the ENTIRE peace summoning by arguing with her SO MUCH OF THE FUNNY. so much so that I am willing to set aside my disbelief that anyone would put up with the supreme deity for more than five seconds. like the "I'm so done with you" energy has even more possible layers now. EX-LOVER QUARREL!

this might not be fanfiction canon but Artoria dating TWO gods and breaking/divorcing up with both of them after they start becoming toxic? yes.

there are other OCs on here too. they're so detailed I am dying. THEY GAVE MEL AND ZEL MORE SIBLINGS. now Mel can be the greatest and worst big brother to all of them😭 Can you imagine the CHAOS they'd get into? I'm a little scared. People gave them SPECIAL ABILITIES that sounded so much like they exist in canon. Like I couldn't tell this wasn't the real wiki and was like what??? is this character from grand cross?? thanks everyone for submitting the ocs to the public for infinite daydream potential. where can I read this absolute glorious mess.

I sure hope the people who put all these ocs find your fanfiction because they would EAT UP that world-building and character detail SO fast. I should know, I share the same screaming excited brain with all of them. I think.

Now to discover the answer to an important question: is Zeldris STILL the "youngest sibling" in the aus where he has more siblings?

no. but the littlest sibling seems to be genderfluid. love to see it. she's also an amnesiac. more funny potential. "What's your gender?" "I don't know :/"

"I just woke up here one day and I can't remember where I came from, who my family is, or even my own pronouns. luckily I'm good with all of them"

she's got Mel's bangs 😂 hide them eyes in a serious moment

@ the girl in this fanon page. girlie are you really going to try to date derriere? I... I think she and Monspeet would end up adopting you along the way...

I don't... I don't think just one person did this. Did like 20 people collab on this. The spelling of names is inconsistent, THERE'S ONE PART JUST CASUALLY IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE

"a monster without pity" NOT FANFICTION CANON. plus it also said Artoria taught her children kindness like a page ago?

also g o w t e r

well. I'm losing my mind.

TLDR: girl googles something. accidentally discovers that fanon wikis are a thing that exists and proceeds to lose her mind. hope this was entertaining!

Have a great day rats!!!

THAT'S WHERE I STOLE HER FROM. I was trying to look up if Meliodas' mom had a name and she was the first result?? If I knew she was an OC then I would have changed her name ngl I like Lilith better, but we're 70 pages in ok it's too late. All those siblings were too many to keep track of so I said fuck it, real demons only.

gowter

[saltukkhan]

Lorevember Day 4: Relics of Power / The Voices of Ancestors(Vaguely) / Sacred Texts

Merriam Webster Word of the Day: Amalgamate

The Contents of This Scroll Are Reserved for the Serving Highfather and the Council of Gentlemen

My name is Lyafus Nownsatr, the 41st Highfather of our glorious church. I am writing this scroll to preserve the following knowledge that now only exists inside of my memory following the burning of the Grand Library in the second year of my tenure. Much knowledge was sadly lost that day, only a quarter of the texts were left untouched and about half of them were completely destroyed with no hopes of restoration. By my order, any and all academics and men of faith started to document what they could remember of the lost texts, in hopes that with multiple different sources for the same text we will be able to restore it as close as we can whilst ironing out any mistakes caused by our mortal minds failing us.

The content of this text, however, were only known to me and my late predecessor who died in the fire whilst trying to save the texts valiantly. For this reason, never take what you are about to read as gospel. It is sure to be littered with missing contents and inaccuracies. And it is merely a summarization of an once human-head-thick book.

With my introduction and warning over, I shall start.

Not much is known about the Lord of Demons, for the general public. We of faith know little more about him. He is not a Demon born of our sins, not a nightmare given form, a punishment issued by our Lords and Ladies, or whatever else the common folk talk about him. The Lord of Demons was once a man, much like us. A King that served our Lords and Ladies just as our Kings did and continue to do so. A devout man, much more inquisitive than his peers.

He ruled the lands he continues to rule to this day, only they weren't clouded by cursed clouds or covered in the ashes of crusaders. However, it was not a paradise either. It was a dry land, where plants couldn't reach the healthy green, they should have, where rain was a celebrated event, and where only the hardiest of produce could grow. And yet during his reign, it was the most prosperous of all the kingdoms on the three continents.

He was a studied man, having roamed down the hallways of our very own Grand Library and its smaller cousins. A third son that was never supposed to inherit nor serve as the spare and was thus left to his own devices. Yet, he did come to rule. His brothers fought for succession when their dying father named the second son his heir. They say the two came to blows at the town square of their capital and duelled at the request of the second son to stop the senseless slaughter of their countrymen. The older brother, tall and broad as a bull. The middle brother, fast and nimble as a snake. They came to clash blows three times before the older brother fell of the platform they were on. He stood up and readied himself just in time for his younger brother to pounce on him, striking as well. The younger brother's sword pierced the older brother through the throat and the older brother gutted his brother across the entirety of his belly.

Both fell and the country fell into chaos. Lords fought one another and to that situation the youngest returned to. He won against a variety of coalitions of Lords that propped up their own kings, numbering around twenty-nine lords, with only the support of 5.

It is speculated that the Lord of Demons later designed his insignia, the pentagram, in honour of these five loyal lords.

His education led to him developing inventions that to this day, five centuries in my day and age, are seen as advanced. He shared some with his neighbours, like the instant painting device that captures the likeness of anyone at a remarkably high price in an instant. However, the more important and most impressive of them, he kept to his own. Tales of devices that cut down the job of a tailor in half and carts that could move without horses and could eat ores such as coal, likely originate from that time.

The rise of his once largely insignificant nation gave him the power and position to demand favours from Lords and even Kings that wanted his alliance. Others in his position would ask for submission or unfair trade deals or coalitions against specific kingdoms or lords. He wanted access to texts he could not reach as a third son when he was studying. And Kings and Lords in their, forgive me for my words, ignorance in matters they wrongly perceived as unimportant or less Lord-like, gave him anything he asked for.

So, he came to know of the Runes of Before. The following description on what the Runes of Before are only permitted to be viewed by Highfathers. The Council of Gentlemen can only be privy to it by the permission of the current Highfather and his predecessor. Additionally, if any other predecessors are still in the land of men and have not ascended to the domain of the Lords and Ladies, their permission is also required. In the event that the Highfather has no living predecessors, he may not Show the Council until he serves his tenure and names a successor.

Runes of Before are carvings on a cave wall left behind by the Lords of Before, the creators of our World. The Lords of Before created our world for it to be their playground, and us mortals to be their playthings. Your fate and life depended on their moods and plays. To be a Godling that served as a mistress for a Lord, or to be a limbless and senseless pillow for a Lord to sit upon, was decided at their whims.

Our Lords and Ladies saw our plight and showed mercy upon us by fighting, defeating and banishing the Lords of Before. However, the clawing of theirs in their attempt to stay left behind scars on our world. The Runes of Before are one of such scars.

It is written in a language alien to us and forbidden for us to even try to understand. There were no records of what their contents are, even before our Grand Library was burnt. However, this did not deter the Lord of Demons. His curiosity was his strongest trait. Not even the alien nature of the language was able to deter him.

For you see, the King theorised that whilst we do not know what the runes mean, we may have once. That one of our ancestors from the Age of Before, nearly a decade-millennia ago, may have. And in his magnificent creativity, he found a way to reach out to those souls who had long since ascended to the grand feast in the domain of our Lords and Ladies.

What he did, I cannot remember. But the result was his mind amalgamating with the mind of his ancestor. Whatever happened then, we do not know but we speculate that the mind of his ancestor was unhealthy, damaged by the Lords of Before so much that the decade-millennia in the domain of our Lords and Ladies was unable to heal it. Because after the merging of their minds, the King went crazy.

He was deluded. He believed that since the Lords of Before were our creators, we should serve them. That we rightfully belong to them. That our Lords and Ladies were thieves. And that if he helped them return, he would ascend to be among our real creators.

Whatever he read on the Runes of Before granted him his power and abilities but also cursed his flesh to lose its skin forever, exposing the red insides outside and for his kingdom to be cursed by our Lords and Ladies. He fled to his cursed lands and since then has been plaguing our continent with his demons and curses.

This is as far as I can recall of the original book.