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hi in love

vanitas no carte had no right to immediately suck me in with its visuals and story because now im in love

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this is like a few months old but i’m pretty sure i havent posted this here yet, if i did actually post this before then whoops my bad

more Artemis and Gwen stuff because their dynamic is :}c

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Refracted Past

— Here’s a snippet from last night’s LD session(rewritten for effect). My campaign is heating up! I hope you enjoy~

“Seriously, when are we going to find the files we need?” 

Artemis pulled open another file drawer and stared helplessly at the countless folders within. His partner, Gwen, passed him with a small stack of folders in her arms, with a shimmering translucent tentacle protruding out of her back and carrying another small stack.

“Come on Artemis,” She said with a sigh, her braided hair flopping against her shoulder as she bent down and set the folders on a desk. “We don’t have much time. The other Populares agents are counting on us.”

Artemis pulled a random file out of the drawer and skimmed through its contents, groaning. “Still... Looking for one file in an office is like looking for a needle in a haystack.”

Despite the complaint, Artemis went back to work. They were on a secret mission; to infiltrate this office ran by the Argentum family and extract critical files needed for an upcoming confrontation. Who knows when someone is going to catch them? They were fortunate enough to find a storage room right of the bat, but there was no guarantee that they’ll be alone forever. Still, this was an arduous task. It was going to take forever to go through everything here. And forever was a luxury that they didn’t have.

“Hey Gwen,” Artemis said, stepping back from the file drawer and looking at his partner. “I’m going to use magic. Get ready to catch me.”

“Catch you? What — ”

He clapped his hands and chanted something under his breath. A soft blue glow enveloped his entire body, and Gwen could feel a strong magical aura in the air. Slowly, the glow subsided, and Artemis lowered his hands.

And he promptly collapsed into Gwen’s arms.

“W-WHA!! Artemis????”

“I’m right here moron.” Artemis said, hovering above his collapsed body. But of course, she couldn’t hear him. Astral projection; it was a useful spell he picked up during his college days. But he didn’t expect to use it here of all places.

Using his now ghostlike abilities, Artemis poked his head through the file drawers, able to search for the files a lot quicker than he was able to before. Gwen, meanwhile, had no idea what was going on, and just stood there holding Artemis’s limp body. This went on for a couple minutes, and he began to feel as if he had gotten in the rhythm of things. The more important files had to be on top, at least that’s what he got from his searching. Maybe if he —

Footsteps. Loud, heavy footsteps. Followed by rustling clothing and the sound of  something being dragged across the floor.

‘What was happening?’ Artemis thought. ‘Don’t tell me we got busted...’

He poked his head out of the door and observed. What he saw made his soul leave his b... Well, his soul technically did leave his body already but you get the idea. The peaceful office employees were long gone. What replaced them were rough looking bodyguards in suits, with clubs on their belts. But that wasn’t the worst part. No, the worst part was that the bodyguards were dragging a group of tied up prisoners behind them. Prisoners that he recognized.

They were the other Populares agents infiltrating the office.

Artemis slammed back into his body, his hand shooting up to his mouth to stifle a sudden bout of coughing. Gwen, finally seeing her friend conscious again, attempted to speak, but he quickly silenced her.

“Shh, guards outside. They took our agents prisoner, we’re done for.” He crumpled onto the ground then curled up into a ball, holding his head and trying to think of a way to get out of this mess. After a few moments, he sat up and held out his hand. “Gwen, hand me an MP potion.”

She obediently pulled one out of her satchel and handed it over, raising an eyebrow. “Do you have a plan?”

“No,” He said, uncorking the potion. “Maybe not.”

He got up, then began pacing, thinking hard about the situation. He had an invisibility spell. Maybe he could... Yeah... And Gwen can use her water magic...

A voice from outside the room froze him in his tracks, his foot halfway to the ground. Gwen looked at him, confused, as the color slowly drained from Artemis’s face. To him, it was a familiar voice. A painfully familiar voice. A voice that brought him memories of his past life in his hometown.

"Make sure they are tied up. Can't let any one of them escape, one of them may know something." The voice was feminine, with an accent that was reminiscent of her southern origin. Yes, the same accent as Artemis. "I know one of them is harboring news of my brother."

The voice receded, and Artemis and Gwen heard the door to the meeting room shut firmly. Silence. 

"Cazzo." Artemis grabbed Gwen's shoulder. His hand shook slightly, and his voice was quivering. "Whatever plan I had, it's gone. We're leaving the building."

“Wait, what, why?” She was confused, and surprised, by her partner’s sudden shift in demeanor. And to be honest, she was a little spooked. “How are we going to complete our mission?”

He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. There was a wild light in his eyes. And desperation. “Gwen, you don’t understand.” He took a deep breath, and swallowed. “My sister is outside. If she finds me, I’m going to die.”

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hi madoka magica fans

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no thoughts head empty

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As a DM, there’s nothing more satisfying than finally running the event that you’ve been planning all along. In my case, I was planning this for almost half a year. I FINALLY GOT ONE OF MY PCS TO FACE THEIR PAST

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Tales from the Hunter’s Guild - Subtle Senses

Subtle Senses is a short story set in my campaign, Lucid Dreaming: Aetherfall. The story focuses on Cyreis’s past, during the events before the player characters arrived in the city. @sm0lderites​ is especially going to enjoy this, with how much they crave Cyreis content. Enjoy~

              Cyreis crouched in the bushes, a bow in his hand and an arrow notched and ready. This was his first hunt since joining the guild. Excluding the trial he underwent with John. That didn’t count. This was his own freelance job; getting derrin meat for some nobleman’s feast. And he needed to show that he was capable. Taking a deep breath, the skyborn shook his head to clear his thoughts. There was plenty of time for thinking later. For now, though… Cyreis stepped out of the bushes and knelt, studying the ground.

               “The trail is fresh,” He murmured, breaking off a twig and poking a pile of droppings. He was immediately assaulted by it’s horrible smell, and Cyreis quickly stood up and moved on, muttering. “Disgusting.”

               Cyreis always liked the forest. The city was much too chaotic; People always rushing around one way or another, the buildings strewn about and blocking the way. It hardly gave him any time to think. Here in the forest, Cyreis had freedom. Here, he could forget about his troubles for a little while. The trail lead him farther than he expected. His eyebrows furrowed; did he somehow switch tracks without realizing it? Cyreis glanced up at the sky. He still had a couple hours of daylight left. Taking a deep breath, he forged on. He would rather not go back empty handed, but he couldn’t help but feel the cold fingers of anxiety creep down his back.

               Cyreis didn’t need to worry too much after all. The trail lead directly to a small pond, and the skyborn spotted the derrin dipping its head to drink.  Perfect. Cyreis couldn’t have asked for a better set up. Keeping one eye on the derrin, he slung his bow behind his back and placed an arrow in between his teeth. Almost as an afterthought, he secured a strap of leather over his quiver and gave it a pat. Arrows were useless if they fell out of his quiver before he got the chance to use them.

               A soft clack clack filled the air as the derrin took some water into its mouth and raised its head to swallow. Cyreis lowered his stance, his legs tensing up. His body was a coiled spring, ready to release at any moment. And boy did it release. Cyreis did what skyborns did best: he jumped. The skyborn flew through the air, catching himself on the trunk of a nearby tree. Leaves hissed as the tree shook from his impact, and the steady clack clack stopped. Cyreis winced, his breath catching in his throat. One second. Two seconds. They each felt like an eternity, but finally, the clack clack resumed. Cyreis exhaled, loosening up. That was far too close.

               The bark scraped against his skin as Cyreis scooted across the trunk. Tentatively reaching out with a foot, Cyreis tested his weight on a branch. That foot was followed by another. Then the rest of his body. Keeping his balance, he unslung his bow and plucked the arrow out of his mouth. Below him, the derrin was drinking from the pond, oblivious to the danger. Cyreis grinned.

               “This is too easy,” He muttered, drawing the blow.

               He inhaled, holding it as he lined up his shot and prepared to sh – something moved. Something out of the corner of his eye, and way too big to be a lerki. Cyreis exhaled, cursing, and lowered his bow. When he turned to get a better look at what moved, his eyes narrowed.  A reptile crept close to the ground, the gill-like slits on its side quivering slightly with every breath. And it was headed straight for the unsuspecting derrin. This reptile was an animal that Cyreis could recognize anywhere. After all, it was the same animal that injured Mireli last year. Cyreis could never forget that.

               Taking a deep breath, Cyreis shifted his aim and raised the bow. It was a volwe, and it deserved to die. He clenched his teeth, the hand on the bow trembling slightly. Closing his eye, he exhaled and released the arrow. The projectile left the bow with a soft twang… And hit the ground beside the volwe. Cyreis cursed, the derrin took off with the volwe hot at its heels. Reaching back, Cyreis groped for another arrow and felt only leather.

               “Fate curse it!” He slung the bow over his back and took a few running steps forward before jumping, soaring through the air before landing on another tree branch. Stealth was completely thrown off the table at this point. Cyreis just had to catch up.

               Predator and prey chased each other on the forest floor, while Cyreis chased them both up in the trees. The skyborn jumped from tree to tree, his feet scarcely touching a branch before he kicked off and landed on another. Sweat dripped from his blue hair, getting in his eyes. But the skyborn ignored it and pressed on. After a few minutes, Cyreis felt like he was gaining on the volwe. Unfortunately, the derrin was, too. Still, the skyborn kept up the chase, hoping to at least catch the volwe. But as they ran, something incredible happened; the derrin stumbled. The volwe couldn’t believe its luck. Surging forward, it sank its teeth into the derrin’s hind leg. The derrin’s stumble turned into a fall and both animals fell in a heap, skidding down onto the forest floor. The volwe shot to its feet almost immediately, smelling victory in the air. Raising its head, the reptile prepared to deliver the final blow. A shadow slid atop the animals even as the volwe lowered its mouth.

               Cyreis fell, his dagger flashing in his hand, the wind whipping through his hair. The volwe barely had time to react as the skyborn landed on its back, crushing it even as he drove his dagger into its skin. The volwe made a strangling cry as it struggled to fight with what little strength it had left. Seeing this, Cyreis pulled out his dagger and, with one smooth motion, slit the volwe’s throat. He stood up, breathing heavily. The wounded derrin lay nearby, a soft, pained groan coming from its mouth. Clutching his bloody dagger, Cyreis stood up, stepped towards the corpse of the derrin, and mercifully slit its throat. That done, he staggered back and leaned heavily on a tree.

               Finally, it was done. Cyreis let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Looking around, he attempted to get his bearings. The sun was starting to set; that wasn’t good. And the chase brought him even deeper into the forest. It looked like he had to spend the night outside. The skyborn cursed, muttering under his breath. He didn’t want to stay outside. He wanted to get back to the guild and – there was no use in complaining. He was already here. Might as well try to make the most of it. He sheathed his dagger and looked at both of the corpses with a sigh. Oh boy it’s carrying time.

               It took a while, but Cyreis managed to find his way back to camp. Although, ��camp’ might be a bit of a stretch. To Cyreis, a ‘camp’ needed a single tent at least. His current ‘camp’ was a campfire, two animal carcasses hanging from a branch, and a bed made out of leaves. The carcasses, he skinned and gutted as best as he could, hanging the hide beside the corpses. The mangled leg of the derrin was cut off from the rest of the carcass and roasting on top of his fire. The smell of roasting meat filled the air as the skyborn sat in front of the flames and poked thoughtfully at the embers. Back at the guild, Vyrmel would be cooking something spicy. But it wasn’t like Cyreis ate with them anyway; his evenings were consumed by the nightly visits he had with Mireli. Looks like he was going to miss today’s visit. He sighed, shaking his head. Oh well. She could manage without him for tonight, at least. Setting down his stick, he gingerly picked up the roasted meat and took a bite.

               Overhead, a serpentine dragon with shimmering blue feathers flew across the sky. It banked gracefully to the right, circling around Knovia, the wind whistling through its feathers, before it changed course and headed straight to the clocktower. A girl with blonde hair waited silently atop the clocktower, watching the dragon with a fond little smile. And as night fell over Knovia, a girl jumped off the clocktower and landed on a dragon, soaring off into the darkling sky.

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I found you, get ready

I think it would be funny if I just start posting about a vague ship I have with Perseus and a certain npc to make it seem like they're canon

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You found a note here. An intro?

Somehow, it seems to contain more words than it could fit. The writing was illegible, at first. Written in runes you couldn't understand. But as you stare incomprehensively, the runes shifted into english.

Hello? If you're reading this, you must've stumbled in here without realizing. Welcome! This is the domain of Tokuyu! A catgirl-loving, book-reading, story-writing author! Let's see what this place has to offer~

I'm gonna stop the fancy stuff for now. Hello! I'm Tokuyu! I'm new to writeblr, and tumblr in general. When I made this account, I thought it would help me focus more on writing. I haven't been writing anything at all for almost half a year(probably an exaggeration), and maybe needing to commit to posting something on a website would get me the motivation I need.

Ah, I should put my age and stuff here too, right? I'm 19 years old! My pronouns are he/him. Loving catgirls and ancient rome are my most defining character traits! I think. Another character trait would be writing.

I write fantasy stories, although I dont mind dabbling in the other genres here and there. I also run a homebrew tabletop campaign called Lucid Dreaming, which has been running for more than a year now(yeah i’m proud of that). Both fantasy stories AND the campaign are set in my very own fictional world called Imavition, and I'm excited to share it with people here! I’ll probably be posting a lot about it, and the campaign too.

I’ll be posting Imavition lore content, Lucid Dreaming campaign snippets, the occasional writing prompt, and stories that I manage to write. And other misc. stuff that wont fit into these categories. So! That’s it for the introduction. I’ll see you all on the next post! God, introducitons are awkward.