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theplotmage · 9 months ago

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50 Worldbuilding Setting ideas for your fantasy book

Cities and Settlements

1. Capital City - The central hub of political power and culture in the realm.

2. Harbor Town - A bustling port city crucial for trade and naval activities.

3. Elf Village - A serene settlement hidden within a forest, home to elven inhabitants.

4. Dwarven Mines - An underground city where dwarves mine precious metals and gems.

5. Nomad Camp - A temporary settlement for wandering tribes and traders.

6. Market Square - The commercial heart of any major city, filled with vendors and artisans.

7. Sky City - A floating metropolis held aloft by magic or advanced technology.

Natural and Enchanted Locations

8. Mystic Forest - A dense, magical woodland filled with ancient trees and mythical creatures.

9. Enchanted Lake - A serene body of water with mystical properties.

10. Secret Cave - A hidden cavern that might contain treasure or danger.

11. Dark Swamp - A treacherous wetland often home to dark magic and creatures.

12. Forbidden Desert - A vast, arid expanse known for its harsh conditions and ancient secrets.

13. Floating Island - A landmass suspended in the sky, often home to unique flora and fauna.

14. Hidden Valley - A secluded, fertile valley protected from the outside world.

15. Charmed Meadows - Peaceful fields imbued with protective enchantments.

Magical and Supernatural Places

16. Wizard’s Tower - The abode of powerful sorcerers, filled with arcane knowledge.

17. Sacred Temple - A place of worship and spiritual significance, often protected by divine magic.

18. Haunted Castle - An ancient fortress inhabited by ghosts or malevolent spirits.

19. Necromancer’s Crypt - The lair of a dark sorcerer who practices necromancy.

20. Oracle’s Sanctuary - A holy site where oracles deliver prophecies and visions.

21. Magical Academy - An institution where young sorcerers learn the art of magic.

22. Alchemist’s Workshop - A place where alchemists experiment and create potions and elixirs.

23. Time Portal - A gateway to different eras, allowing travel through time.

Dangerous and Uncharted Areas

24. Ancient Ruins - The remnants of a once-great civilization, often hiding secrets or dangers.

25. Dragon’s Lair - The home of a fearsome dragon, filled with treasure and peril.

26. Cursed Forest - A dark, haunted woodland where malevolent forces dwell.

27. Battlefield - The site of a significant past conflict, often haunted by the spirits of the fallen.

28. Volcanic Wasteland - A desolate, fiery landscape wrought with volcanic activity.

29. Giant’s Keep - A massive fortress built and inhabited by giants.

30. Pirate Cove - A hidden inlet where pirates gather to plan their exploits.

31. Shadow Realm - A dark, parallel dimension filled with malevolent entities.

32. Frosty Tundra - A vast, icy wasteland where few dare to venture.

Cultural and Social Hubs

33. Royal Palace - The lavish residence of the ruling monarch and their court.

34. Thieves’ Guild - A secretive organization of thieves and rogues.

35. Warrior’s Training Grounds - A facility where soldiers and heroes train for battle.

36. Arena of Champions - A grand coliseum where warriors compete in combat.

37. Goblin Market - A chaotic and colorful marketplace run by goblins, offering exotic goods.

38. Hermit’s Hut - The secluded home of a wise hermit, often sought for advice.

39. Secret Hideout - A concealed refuge used by rebels or outlaws.

Mystical and Legendary Sites

40. Ethereal Gardens - Magical gardens with rare plants and enchanting beauty.

41. Celestial Observatory - A tower dedicated to studying the stars and celestial events.

42. Sanctuary of Lost Knowledge - A hidden library containing ancient and forbidden texts.

43. Sunken Ruins - The underwater remnants of a lost civilization.

44. Gryphon Nesting Grounds - A mountainous area where gryphons make their nests.

45. Spiral Staircase - An enigmatic, seemingly endless staircase leading to unknown depths.

46. Giant’s Keep - A colossal fortress built and inhabited by giants.

47. Protean Plains - A region where the landscape constantly changes, reshaped by powerful magic or ancient curses.

Adventurous and Explorative Spots

48. Treasure Hunter’s Camp - A gathering spot for explorers seeking lost relics.

49. Relic Seeker’s Cave - A cave rumored to contain powerful artifacts.

50. Explorer’s Outpost - A base for adventurers preparing for expeditions into unknown territories.

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u6is · 2 months ago

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cupid's chokehold

it was from that unforgettable night in Miami.

Kylian's eyes never left the screen, his breathing growing heavier as the video played on.

The video was a secret diary entry that no one else would ever read, a private moment frozen in time for only them to cherish.

warning/s: sex tapes, filming, oral sex (f&m receiving)

—kylian mbappe x reader: fluff / smut

Kylian's heart was as vast and open as the endless sky above, and it was filled with a love so profound that it often overwhelmed him. This love was not for material things or fleeting experiences, but for you. Your eyes sparkled like the stars in the velvet night, and your laughter was the melody that danced in the wind.

Cupid had Kylian in a chokehold.

Every moment away from you felt like an eternity of solitude to Kylian. During the day, the sun was a constant, yet painful reminder of the warmth that was missing from his life. The bright rays served as a stark contrast to the cold emptiness that engulfed him when you weren't by his side. He found solace in the moonlit evenings, where he could whisper his thoughts to the night, hoping they'd reach you like the gentle whispers of the zephyrs that caressed the leaves of distant trees.

The camera was Kylian's gateway to capture your essence, freezing moments of joy, love, and tranquility into a tangible form that could be cherished forever. Each snap of the shutter was a declaration of his adoration for you, a silent promise that he would carry with him through the loneliest of days.

As he was looking at your picture that he kept on his wallet, his thumb traced the outline of your smile, as if trying to feel the warmth of your lips.

Just look at you, so beautiful.

Every crease in the photo, every smudged fingerprint, was a story of his longing, a silent testament to the countless times he'd pulled it out to seek refuge in your image. The photo was more than just a keepsake; it was a bridge that connected his solitary world to the vibrant reality of your presence.

On vacations, Kylian had always brought his camera, a silent companion that never judged or intruded, but merely observed and recorded. He'd capture you in every setting, from the morning light streaming through the hotel window to the candlelit dinners that whispered of romance. The camera had become an extension of his love for you, a way to preserve the fleeting beauty of your moments together, like a butterfly collector meticulously pinning down the most exquisite specimens.

There was one picture that stood out among the hundreds, one that had the power to bring him back to life when the solitude of his days grew too heavy.

It was the one where you had just woken up beside him, your face so naturally beautiful that it took his breath away. Your hair was perfectly framing your serene features as it lay scattered across the crumpled sheets. In that moment, you were the embodiment of a Renaissance painting come to life, your skin bathed in the soft, warm glow of the early dawn.

In the photograph, your eyes were still slightly sleepy, but they held an intensity that spoke volumes about the intimate night you had shared. You were staring straight at the camera lens with a look that could only be described as a blend of vulnerability and pure, unadulterated love. Kylian remembered the way your body had curved into his, fitting like two puzzle pieces that had finally found their match in the quiet of the night. The gentle rise and fall of your chest with every breath, the scent of your hair, and the warmth of your skin had left an imprint on his soul that no amount of time apart could erase.

Thinking about it now, he scrolled through his gallery, his thumb hovering over the countless images of your shared moments. His heart skipped a beat as he found the one he was looking for.

It was the picture from Miami, that summer break before he left for Spain.

The memory washed over him like the waves on the beach where it was taken. The sun had not yet risen, casting a soft, ethereal light that bathed the room in a tender embrace. The two of you were lying on the balcony of the hotel, the city below just beginning to stir to life.

Kylian's transfer to Real Madrid had been a bittersweet victory. The day he signed the contract had been the happiest of his career, but it was also the day you two had to face the inevitable.

A future with an ocean between you.

Now, as he sat alone in his house in Madrid, Kylian found himself scrolling through the album of pictures on his phone. Each one was a precious jewel in the treasure chest of their relationship. There were candid shots of you giggling over shared jokes, photos of you two exploring the beach hand in hand, and selfies that captured the love in your eyes as you both stared into the camera. Each image brought a rush of emotions, a symphony of joy, nostalgia, and longing.

But as he swiped through the timeline of their love story, Kylian stumbled upon a video. His heart began to race, and his breath grew shallow as he recognized the date and the setting - it was from that unforgettable night in Miami.

The video was a silent film of moments that had been burned into his memory.

In the start of the video, you were sitting on the bed, the camera focus on your face. Kylian's hand was gently caressing your cheek.

Kylian was standing in front of you, holding the camera. You looked up at him, your eyes brimming with desire and anticipation, as your hands slowly slid down the waistband of his shorts. The fabric whispered against your fingertips, and as you pulled it down, inch by inch.

The scene grew more intimate, the camera capturing every shared glance, every soft touch. Kylian's voice, low and gentle, could be heard in the background, asking if you were sure, if this was what you truly wanted. Your response was a soft, earnest nod, and the way your eyes never left his was all the reassurance he needed.

The next scene was you licking the head of his cock. Your tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and taunting, as if savoring the sweetness of a decadent dessert. Kylian's hand holding the camera trembled slightly, a testament to the pleasure you were giving him. Your eyes never left his, as if you were feeding not only on the taste but also on the connection you shared in that intimate moment. The sight of your mouth on him was like a siren's call, a visual symphony that echoed through his mind and body even now as he watched it alone in his home.

His heart racing as he remembered the feeling of your warm, wet mouth taking him in. He heard his own voice, a soft groan escaping his lips, and watched as his hand in the video squeezed your neck gently, guiding you deeper. It was a silent dance, a ballet of passion, with you eagerly following the lead of his unspoken desires. The intimacy of the moment was palpable, the screen flickering with the heat of your shared arousal.

Kylian's eyes never left the screen, his breathing growing heavier as the video played on.

As he was watching the video, Kylian slowly put his own hand on his hardened cock, gently caressing it over his shorts. The fabric was tight against his skin, straining to contain the erection that had grown at the sight of your eager mouth. He mimicked your movements from the screen, his thumb tracing the contours of his swollen head as if it were a sacred relic, remembering the way you had licked and sucked him with such enthusiasm. His breathing grew ragged as he watched your eyes close in pleasure, feeling the vibrations of your moan as you took more of him into your mouth.

He swiped again, and another video began to play. This time, the camera was stationed in the nightstand, capturing a more intimate angle. The frame was filled with the sight of you two in bed, entwined in a passionate kiss. The way your bodies melded together, the gentle give and take of your tongues, it was like watching two souls becoming one. The stark contrast of the white sheets against your tanned skin and his muscular physique was like a canvas of love and desire. The video was a secret diary entry that no one else would ever read, a private moment frozen in time for only them to cherish.

As the scene unfolded, Kylian watched with a rapt attention that bordered on obsession. He saw himself, in the video, kissing his way down your neck, leaving a trail of passionate pecks and nibbles. Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, exposing the delicate arch of your throat.

"Are you sure it's recording?" you had asked him, your voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine even now.

Kylian paused, looking at his phone to ensure that the recording light was blinking steadily.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as he whispered, "It's recording, baby." Your smile grew wicked, your hand reaching up to trace the line of his jaw before you pushed him down onto the bed.

In the video, Kylian began to untie the strings of your bikini top, his fingers deft and nimble as they worked to expose the treasure beneath. Your breath hitching as the fabric loosened. With a flick of his wrist, the strings gave way, and the bikini top fell open, revealing your full breasts to the hungry gaze of the camera lens.

He took his time, savoring the sight of you, the way your nipples tightened into peaks of desire. He leaned in, his mouth capturing one while his hand cupped the other, teasing and rolling the sensitive flesh between his fingers. You gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure bloomed in your chest.

The sound of your moans grew louder, filling the room as he trailed kisses down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your navel as if searching for hidden treasures. The anticipation was almost unbearable, your hips squirming beneath him as he inched closer to your sex.

As Kylian watched the video, he felt a pang of longing so intense it was almost physical. You were spread out before him, your legs trembling as his mouth found the apex of your thighs. He watched himself spread your legs wider, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of your pussy with the same reverence a sculptor might show to a masterpiece. Your moans grew more desperate, more urgent, as he explored the most intimate parts of you, tasting and teasing until you were a moaning mess of pleasure.

Kylian's own hands mirrored the movements on the screen. He pulled his shorts down, freeing his erect cock to the cool air. The sight of you on the video, the sound of your whimpers, the memory of your taste on his lips was too much to bear. He began to stroke himself faster, his eyes transfixed on the video of you, lost in the memory of your scent, the feel of your body against his. His hand moved in rhythm with his memory, his hips bucking up to meet his fist as if he could somehow bridge the distance between you.

In the video, Kylian watched as his tongue slipped inside you, tasting your sweetness as you writhed beneath him.

Pulling him closer, urging him deeper.

The sound of your moans grew more insistent, echoing in the quiet of his apartment, mixing with his own labored breathing. The walls seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his hand, a silent witness to his solitary passion.

He swiped again. The next video was even more explicit than the last.

You were straddling him now, your breasts bouncing as you rode him with a wild abandon that made his cock throb with need. The camera was in his hand again, the angle low and intimate, focusing on your body as it moved in time with his thrusts. The head of his cock was a bright red, glistening with your arousal, as it slid in and out of your tight cunt.

Kylian's hand tightened around his own shaft, mimicking the rhythm of the video. His eyes were glued to the screen as he watched you take him in, your muscles clenching around him in a delicious embrace. The sight of your body moving, the way your breasts bounced and swayed, was almost too much to handle. He could feel the heat building in his balls, his body begging for release.

In the video, your expression was one of pure lust, your eyes locked on his as you rode him faster and faster.

"You’re soaking my cock and the camera’s catching every goddamn drop."

Kylian's other hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding your movements, urging you on with every grunt and groan. Your body responded eagerly, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like the surf against the shore. The room was a whirlwind of passion, the air thick with the scent of arousal.

He watched as his hand in the recording reached up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb flicking over the nipple as your movements grew more erratic.

You leaned closer, your breath hot against his skin as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Kylian," you whispered, your voice thick with desire. "I'm going to come."

But he gently pushed you away from him so that the camera could see your face contort in pleasure.

"Les yeux sur la caméra," (Eyes on the camera)

"let me see you take every inch.”

The lens captured every twitch of your eyebrows, every flutter of your lashes, every quiver of your lips as the orgasm took you over. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and your mouth formed a silent scream of ecstasy. He watched you intently, his strokes slowing to match the rhythm of your breaths, savoring the way your body shuddered with each wave of pleasure.

The camera captured every detail, from the way your cunt clung to him like a glove to the way his balls slapped against your ass with each powerful thrust. The sight was mesmerizing, a visual symphony of raw passion and desire.

As the video continued, Kylian felt his own climax approaching. His hand moved faster, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He watched you on the screen, your cunt convulsing around him, your juices coating his cock in a sheen of lust.

The camera caught every moment of your shared ecstasy, the intimate dance of your bodies captured in high definition. You threw your head back, your hair a wild mess of passion, as Kylian's hand found your clit, his thumb circling it with expert precision.

"That’s it, baby. Take it all."

Your cries grew louder, the sound of your pleasure mixing with the slap of skin against skin.

"Let the camera see what you do for me."

The camera didn't miss a beat, recording every tremor as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered intimacy, and watching it now, Kylian felt his own climax approaching. His hand worked faster, his cock swollen and begging for relief.

As you collapsed onto him, your body still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, He leaned in, capturing your gasping mouth with his own in a kiss that was both tender and fierce.

Kylian watched the video end, his breathing ragged and his heart racing. He stroked himself faster. The climax hit him like a bolt of lightning, and he threw his head back, groaning your name as ropes of hot cum shot out, painting the sheets in a testament to his longing.

The release was cathartic, but it was temporary. The emptiness returned almost immediately, like a vacuum in his chest that could never truly be filled without you there beside him. He collapsed onto the bed, the phone still in his hand, the videos playing on a loop in his mind.

As he was coming down from his high, Kylian's thoughts grew fuzzy. He hadn't realized how lost he'd become in his own memories, his own desires.

"Ky?"

And then, the sudden realization hit him like a cold shower.

You sounded concerned, your voice echoing through the speakers.

"We’re still on the call. Did you forget?"

The phone slipped from Kylian's hand, clattering onto the floor. Panic shot through him like a bullet. He'd been so consumed by his fantasy that he had completely forgotten about your call.

You both had perfected this dance of unspoken conversations over the months. It was a beautiful symphony of breaths, punctuated by the occasional laugh or sigh, the kind that didn't need any explanation. It was the kind of silence that could only exist between two people who were so in tune with each other that they could communicate without uttering a single syllable.

His heart raced as he scrambled to pick it up, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

"I'm...I'm here," he stuttered, trying to compose himself.

There was a beat of silence on the line before you spoke again, a hint of amusement lacing your voice.

"Are you okay?" you asked, the concern now tinged with curiosity.

Kylian took a deep breath, his hand still shaking as he tried to process the reality of the situation.

You'd heard everything, the moans, the whispers, the unmistakable sounds of pleasure that had filled the room.

"I just... I miss you," Kylian admitted, his voice hoarse and thick with emotion. It was a simple confession, but it contained a world of pain and longing that no amount of poetry could convey. The silence between them grew heavy, stretching out like the vast ocean that separated their bodies but could never diminish the love they felt for one another.

On the other end of the line, you remained quiet, allowing the weight of his words to fill the space between them. Kylian could almost feel the warmth of your smile, the way it softened the edges of your voice when you spoke next.

"I miss you too, Kylian," you whispered, the words a gentle caress that seemed to soothe the ragged edges of his soul.

Then, the mischief returned to your voice, the teasing lilt that he adored.

"But it seems like you've been keeping some pretty... intimate company." You couldn't help but giggle, the sound light and playful, as you pictured him sprawled out on the bed, his hand still wrapped around his now-softening cock. The image was so vivid in your mind, it was as if you were right there with him, sharing in his moment of passion.

hi, just a quick reminder!!!! only share that kind of closeness with someone who makes you feel safe, seen, and entirely loved. make sure it's with someone you trust completely, someone who holds your heart gently, even when the camera’s off.

kylian’s a real yearner in real life, i just feel it in my bones. lmk what you think!!! your words keep me writing ☺️

#male yearning is real because kylian mbappe invented it #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe one shot #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe smut #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe fluff

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heesmiles · 4 hours ago

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VESPYR ───── AN ENHYPEN COLLAB

SYNOPSIS ⸝⸝ യ Demons. The enemy. You hunt them, you kill them, you rid the world of such evil. until you fall for one ⎯ disguised as an idol many would fawn over ; but not you, you said, no never you. But Enhypen wasn't just any boy band, they were the enemy, and you had to take them down ⎯ one by one.

NOTED ꕀ guys!!!! the server decided to watch k pop demon hunters together one night and fell in absolute love with the concept we just HAD to make an event for it!! In this event each MC will posses a stage name so it's easier to identify each mc when referring to them in other fics! Don't worry, i'll be putting a key down below of each stage name! We're so excited to do this!! and i truly think i'm with some of my best friends and best writers!! (i'm bias of course). Please join us; if you'd like to be tagged, comment down below or send an inbox to the specific author!! we hope you enjoy! Wil be posted on AUGUST 8th.

STAGE NAMES ︴ please remember these are in reference to the MC's of each fic not the enhypen member. These fics are still xreader: this is just a way to better organize when making our fics. VESPYR = the mc's k pop group name. HEESEUNG - celeste JAY - nova JAKE - andy SUNGHOON - halo SUNOO - nzeka JUNGWON - serei NI-KI - L

TO LOVE THE DAMNED p.js

AUTHOR ῾ ᵎ ⌇@jakesimfromstatefarm

PAIRING ⚡︎ idol demon!jay x idol!demon hunter!reader SYNOPSIS જ⁀➴ he’s a demon—born from fear, shaped by every voice that told him he’d never be enough. you’re a hunter—a light trained to sense darkness, raised to kill it. but when your truths are forced to collide, it isn’t blood that spills. it’s trust. it’s longing. it’s desire. it’s everything neither of you were ever meant to feel. and against every instinct—every rule of nature written into your bones—you want to choose him. even if loving him is the very thing that destroys you. even if it damns you both.

SAVING ANDROMEDA s.jy

AUTHOR ῾ ᵎ ⌇@dawngyu

PAIRING ⚡︎ idol!demon!jake x idol!demon hunter!reader SYNOPSIS જ⁀➴ Every step you take is the sound of an ending approaching. You felt it before. The way his eyes clung to you, as if his soul had remembered yours from lifetimes ago. His hands shook like he had touched prophecy and flinched, he knew you were the dagger and the altar both. He followed you not like a man, but something cursed. They told you your fates were sealed: one would fall, the other would bury. Yet he looks at you like the gods made a mistake. He would burn temples, tear stars from their places. Blood for blood. It will all end as it always does.

ESSENCE OF IMMORTELLE k.sw

AUTHOR ῾ ᵎ ⌇@yeonmuse

PAIRING ⚡︎ idol!demon!sunoo x idol!demon hunter!reader SYNOPSIS જ⁀➴ You were blessed with a voice that could shake those dead or alive to their core. A voice so hauntingly beautiful it could open gateways between worlds, a beacon of light that Sunoo saw as his escape. With you in his clutches he could could be saved from his purgatory, safe from the hell that awaited him. Your light would grant him eternal life.

BALLAD OF A BROKEN ANGEL p.sh

AUTHOR ῾ ᵎ ⌇@heesmiles

PAIRING ⚡︎ idol!demon!sunghoon x idol!demon hunter!reader SYNOPSIS જ⁀➴ You wore your halo like a crown, a gilded emblem perched upon a heart imprisoned in stone. To the world, you were ‘Halo’ — serene and untouchable, a girl who knew neither anger nor grief nor fear. But only you felt the monster coiled deep within, the shadow that hissed its secrets like a serpent. Only a demon could recognize such a thing — and Sunghoon sees through it all. He knows the truths you bury, the sins you carry, and though you are no demon, he can sense the darkness that stirs just beyond the veil of your holy facade.

THE CHASING GAME y.jw

AUTHOR ῾ ᵎ ⌇@myjjongie

PAIRING ⚡︎ idol!demon!jungwon x idol!demon hunter!reader SYNOPSIS જ⁀➴ He was a normal demon thrown into the fires of the idol industry. For what purpose? Knocking down the demon hunters. But when he saw you for the very first time, that one motive of his changed. All he wanted now was to play a game with you. Every reaction, every emotion, every wall that broke down, he wanted to see it. but for you? you wanted no part in it. A true game of cat and mouse was soon to start.

BLOODBOUND l.hs

AUTHOR ῾ ᵎ ⌇@heejamas

PAIRING ⚡︎ idol!demon!heeseung x idol!demon hunter!reader SYNOPSIS જ⁀➴ they were never supposed to meet. and if they did, they were never supposed to want each other. heeseung is an idol with eyes too sharp and a warning smile and y/n is celeste, the rising star of vespyr, known for her cold stage presence. neither of them knows why they’re drawn to each other like that. what they don’t know is that centuries ago, a blood curse was cast between a demon and the hunter who failed to kill him. doomed to reincarnate over and over, forever chasing and never remembering, until desire breaks the cycle.

THE DISSENTER n.rk

AUTHOR ῾ ᵎ ⌇@binbro

PAIRING ⚡︎ idol!demon!ni-ki x idol!demon hunter!reader SYNOPSIS જ⁀➴ DISSENTER ; A quest through the thorned path of fate. Is it L, the sapped star of VESPYR, spread thin from a life of celebrity? Or Ni-ki, the demon prince who was never meant to seek salvation? Shaped for war, forged in prophecy. When the spotlight fades, what becomes of an idol? What becomes of love, when legacy demands a blade?

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psychics4unet · 10 months ago

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The Secrets of the Void: Entering the Ultimate Psychic State

Introduction: The Void is a profound state of consciousness where the mind transcends ordinary reality, offering deep psychic insights and spiritual experiences. Tapping into the Void can amplify your intuitive abilities and connect you with higher realms.

How to Enter the Void:

Prepare your space by choosing a quiet, comfortable location where you won’t be disturbed. Start by meditating deeply, focusing on your breath, and slowly clearing your mind of all thoughts. Visualize yourself floating in a vast, dark space, where nothing exists but you. Surrender fully to the emptiness, letting go of all expectations and concerns.

Practice deep, slow breathing to calm your nervous system and help you enter a state of deep relaxation. Light candles or incense to create a serene atmosphere, enhancing your focus on entering the Void. Use calming music or binaural beats designed to help reach altered states of consciousness. Try grounding yourself first by imagining roots growing from your body into the Earth, anchoring you in the present moment.

Adopt a comfortable posture, either sitting or lying down, that allows you to remain still for an extended period. Keep your eyes closed to reduce external stimuli and enhance your inward focus. Set a clear intention before you begin, asking for guidance or clarity during your journey into the Void. Practice mindfulness, bringing your awareness fully into the present moment, letting go of past and future thoughts.

Repeat a mantra or affirmation that helps you detach from your everyday thoughts and enter a deeper state. Focus on the space between your thoughts, allowing the silence to expand. Imagine yourself dissolving into the darkness, becoming one with the Void. Let go of the need to control your experience, allowing whatever arises to do so naturally.

Use visualization techniques to see the Void as a gateway to deeper understanding and insight. Imagine a doorway or portal in your mind’s eye that leads directly into the Void. Focus on your third eye, the center of your forehead, as a way to enhance your psychic awareness. Release all tension in your body, letting it melt away as you sink deeper into relaxation.

Practice yoga or gentle stretching beforehand to prepare your body for stillness. Keep a journal nearby to record any insights or experiences that come to you after your session. Set a timer to avoid checking the time, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the experience. Consider fasting or eating lightly before your session to enhance mental clarity.

Focus on your breath, counting each inhale and exhale to help quiet the mind. Use crystals like amethyst or clear quartz to enhance your connection to the Void. Practice regularly, as entering the Void becomes easier with time and experience. Start with short sessions, gradually increasing the time spent in meditation.

Visualize yourself surrounded by a protective light, ensuring your journey into the Void is safe. Allow yourself to drift off if you feel sleepy; sometimes, the Void can be accessed in the space between wakefulness and sleep. Use essential oils like lavender or sandalwood to help calm the mind and body. Focus on the feeling of weightlessness, as if you’re floating in the vastness of space.

Clear your mind of all distractions, both internal and external, before you begin. Listen to your intuition, following any guidance or impressions you receive during your journey. Stay patient and persistent, as entering the Void can take practice and dedication. Consider using a guided meditation specifically designed to help you reach the Void.

Trust the process, even if your experience is subtle or different from what you expected. Be open to whatever messages or insights come to you, even if they seem unrelated at first. Allow yourself to feel the vastness and silence of the Void, embracing the stillness. Reflect on your experience afterward, noting any shifts in your awareness or understanding.

Practice detachment, letting go of any need for a specific outcome or experience. Keep your mind open, allowing the Void to reveal itself to you in its own time. Approach each session with a sense of curiosity and wonder, exploring the unknown depths of your consciousness.

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ilidaeandquill · 10 days ago

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Got a couple prompts for ya!

Goat and Shamura proposal

Goat and Shamura having a "war meeting" in an au setting where Shamura is still a Bishop (they're making out and Goat is promising g to stand at their side forever when they get interrupted by bby leshy)

Goat sneaking into Shamura’s tent to cuddle

Narinder beig grumpy but instantly calming down because Lamb gives him a kiss on the cheek

Narinder tucking the boys in while still in the gateway and they ask if the lamb will be joining their family. Queue silent godly exstisential crisis until the Lamb shows up and he accidentally blurts out a proposal

WOAH HI AAH. I love all of these prompts but I’m going to combine the 2nd and the 4th for now.

Dander (CotL NariLamb & ShamGoat Drabble.) Set in the Weeping Crowns AU) (Small spoilers for post-When the Crowns Weep. Like. So small I'd be surprised if you could connect the dots.)

Dander was far from unfamiliar. An unacquainted enemy to the fortunate, yet a worthy companion to Narinder, it trailed him as he stomped through the Witnesses' Armories. Hundreds of years have passed since he regained his freedom, and still, tasks were as incessant as they were during his reign.

He just needed to find Shamura. That was all. Just one sibling, one Bishop of the Cult of the Lamb, one competent soul.

He should have known something was off when he spotted Jalala, adorned in violet skirts, with the rest of Conquest's disciples outside the gatehouse. Most talked amongst themselves; plans bounced off the stone walls.

Narinder approached, irritated from his search. "I am searching for my eldest. Are they here?"

Jalala glanced up. Even with a Witness's eye, bloodshot and immortal, she looked so careful. "They're with The Goat in the War Room, though, I would not advise going there."

That perked a brow. "Why?"

She rolled her eyes somewhat, almost scoffing. "The two are… my lord, how informal am I allowed to be?"

"Be as honest as you must."

"They're being petty." A few disciples around her grumbled; she only nodded painfully. "Disciple Shamura referred to the Goat by their title rather than their name. The third time they called them 'Conquest,' the Goat kicked us out."

When Narinder was young, a mere kitten with a crown, he, too, questioned Shamura's rules of regality. Formal titles were necessary. Rarely could one know the names of gods. He had grown older, his crown felt lighter, yet Shamura still referred to him as 'Death' in the public's eye.

Pollux knew how influential titles were. Castor, too. But Castor was soft with their desire, sitting Narinder on the edge of their bed to whisper that pleading promise. "Call me Castor," they sighed, "and nothing else. Please. The flock can call me whatever they want: Lamb, Leader, Death… but to you, I want to be Castor. Your Castor."

And Narinder, unconventional and infatuated, never referred to them as anything other than their name again. He couldn't stop saying it when they took him to the cliffside, slipping a ring wept from the Red Crown over his finger. My Castor. My Castor. My Castor.

Of course Shamura was going to insist on traditional formalities. Of course Pollux was going to defy that in the boldest way possible. Because neither of them could be sane, even for a moment.

The Violet Crown waited outside the War Room, coiled before the door, its lone eye closed in serene slumber. Narinder spoke with his fangs. "Tell me of my sibling's whereabouts. Step aside and let me…"

The room was silent, unnaturally so. Confused, Narinder could only sputter. "… are they even in there?"

The Crown glared, vexing.

"I need my sibling urgently," continued Narinder, "for a matter beyond your ability. Either tell me where they are or let me continue my search."

And then, amid its irritation, the Violet Crown switched. Its eye curved upward, almost as if it was smirking. A giggle wanted to sound; Narinder could feel it ripple through his ring. The snake flew up from the floor and landed around Narinder's shoulders.

"You're plotting something," he whispered, fur rising on his neck. "I do not trust it."

The Crown's grin did not fade. That only perturbed him more.

And still, the room was silent. A petty argument drove the rest of the disciples away. The Violet Crown smirked, mischievous as its bearer.

…

Wait a minute.

Rage shot up his throat. He pounded on the door, fists hot against its wood. "Goat! What the fuck are you doing in th-?!"

The door flew open. "The fuck are you doing? You're gonna break the damn thing, quit that!"

Pollux stood on the other end, pressing the door against their shoulder. Their scowl was all too familiar, but not that shine on their lips, not that racing in their chest.

Narinder's ears pinned to the back of his head. "What are you doing?"

"Discussing something," Pollux huffed. "It's private."

Pollux refrained from spitting any rude remarks. Narinder could practically hear them trashing against their throat. Get lost. Piss off. They were holding themself back. "Is Shamura there?"

"Here and busy."

"Busy with what?"

"Nothing that concerns you, cat."

"If it occupies their time while I need them, it does concern me." Narinder pushed against the door-

But Pollux squirmed around, holding its frame close. Cashmere slid down their shoulder. "You can wait your turn! I've got 'em booked for the next hour."

"You cannot 'book' a- "

It hit him suddenly - that sour scent of ichor mixed with the sicking sweetness of the curse. He found its source in the crevice of Pollux's neck, wafting from two bleeding pricks in their flesh.

Great. Fucking. Hells.

He released the door, frigid as frost. He knew those marks. He knew that smell. He knew, he knew, he knew-

It did not matter, for Pollux slammed the door in his face. A lock clicked from inside the room.

All Narinder could do was stand there, dumbfounded.

How dare they? How dare they? To partake in such vulgarities in a Witness's Armory, in a place sacred to his Castor-

"Narinder?"

Their voice was a breath amid the dread of death: a shepherd guiding Narinder back. "Castor! You- Your ally is-"

"Hey, hey! It's ok!" Castor met him halfway. They summoned an icy curse over their fingers and skimmed Narinder's with it. He hadn't realized he shrouded his hands in flames until Castor touched them, cool and collecting.

Narinder only huffed. "Your ally is satiating their odaxelagnia in this sacred fortress."

Castor's face twisted. "Their what?"

"It's not- the point is," continued Narinder, "That Goat is inept and foolish and, and… impulsive! And they drag my sibling into their schemes for the most selfish of reasons, and Shamura lets them!"

Castor chortled. "You're not one to judge."

"I am when it…" The words trailed. Castor was right; they all knew of the heart's yearning for affection, and the ache it suffered when such attention vanished. Indeed, it was the burden they all shared - to weep for the ones they lost was to weep for the ones they loved.

But Castor was before him, cradling his cheek with a hand like ice, murmuring against his lips with that ghostly breath. It would not matter how much they mourned, how much they lost. That love in their eyes was never going to vanish.

"I will take care of it," whispered Castor, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Leave it to me, alright?"

Yes. Narinder could trust them with this, for they were a force unlike any other. They were the sacred leader of this new, fruitful faith. They were the prophesied liberator, the great Lamb of legend.

They were Castor, the love of Narinder's life. He lifted the wool on their forehead and kissed above their brow, squeezing their fingers. "Very well, my Castor."

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Full A/N Under the cut (this one has a few updates but I'll hide my yap session lol)

Hi hi hi!

Ok this prompt was a little bit longer but also lots of fun. I fucking love writing your prompt ideas, so if you have any, please send them my way!

And definitely don't send me any prompts regarding what happened between Pollux and Shamura before Narinder barged in. Don't do that. Because that. That would just be awwwfuuullll. Like, I'd hate to have another excuse to write the two kissing, that would just be the absolute worst.

Idk why I feel like I need an excuse to write more ShamGoat I just, idk, like feeling like I'm not the only one who ships them? And I don't want to annoy CotL readers by writing more of them. I know that's not how it works but still.

All of that said, I'm taking a few days off socials because 1: I'm busy af these next few days and 2: I need to take a break from the internet in general. Not with writing lol. My Word docs are never closing.

Feel free to flood me with writing requests to come back to (PLEASE PLEASEPPLEAPSELAPELSPELPEA)

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl fanfic #cotl goat #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl au #narilamb #shamgoat #jfc i'm going to clog the shamgoat tag at this rate #cotl jalala #she's here bc i love her #weeping crowns au #ink of the reverie #also fyi - odaxelagnia is the fancy name for a biting kink #the things i google for fanfic scare me

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bigboppa01 · 7 months ago

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U.S. Route 50 in Nevada, stretching approximately 408 miles from the California border near Lake Tahoe to the Utah border near Baker, is famously known as "The Loneliest Road in America." This route traverses diverse landscapes, including the scenic Sierra Nevada mountains, vast desert expanses, and remote mountain ranges. Major cities along the way include Carson City, Fallon, and Ely, each offering unique attractions such as historical sites, the Nevada Northern Railway Museum, and gateways to natural wonders like Great Basin National Park. The road also passes through historic mining towns like Austin and Eureka, preserving 19th-century charm and providing a glimpse into Nevada's rich mining heritage.

Travelers on Route 50 should prepare for minimal traffic, limited cell service, and stretches with few services, underscoring the importance of planning fuel stops and carrying extra supplies. Despite its isolation, the highway offers a wealth of recreational activities, including hiking, camping, off-roading, and stargazing, particularly near landmarks like Sand Mountain Recreation Area and Lehman Caves. Celebrated for its historical significance as part of the Pony Express and Lincoln Highway, Route 50 presents a unique and serene driving experience through some of America's most striking and solitary landscapes.

#route 50 #landscape #landscape photography #lonely planet #america

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alteredstatesstuff · 2 years ago

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ruins of old city wall

#landscape #outdoors #peaceful #serene #nature #beauty #photography #fantasy #wall #gateway #old road #building #city #cityscape

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helena-chevalier-nature-sounds · 4 months ago

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🌿Whispering Winds and Rain: Misty Mountain Series🌾

🌧️Step into the serene beauty of a misty mountain, where rain falls softly, and the wind dances through tall grass, ferns, and trees. This compilation captures soothing nature on a rainy day, with strong winds creating an enchanting symphony as vegetation sways rhythmically. Whether you're seeking relaxation, inspiration, or just a quiet moment to escape, this video is your gateway to the great outdoors.🌳

The 2 hour 1080p 16:9 aspect ratio compilation video that this clip came from is on Helena's YouTube channel, Helena Chevalier Nature Sounds. Click on source link.

If you would like to see more videos like this, please let me know in the comment section.

#nature sounds #naturebeauty #asmr #sceniclandscapes #nature #trees #relaxingvideos #rainyday #misty mountains #long grass #windy day #peacefulnature

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swaps55 · 2 months ago

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Mezzo - Chapter 13 - Wolves

Pairing: mshenko | Rating: M

Tags: Canon-typical violence, trauma, dealing with your problems poorly, body autonomy struggles

Summary: The twists and turns of ME2, through the eyes of everyone but Commander Shepard.

Chapter Summary: Liara’s decisions come back to haunt. Joker finds himself in unexpected company. Mordin makes a discovery. Garrus is summoned to solve an aquatic mystery. Shepard’s biggest fan gets a cameo. AKA, The Normandy arrives at Illium and everyone is awkward about it.

Chapter 13: Wolves | Read on Ao3

21 December 2185, Crescent Nebula, Tasale System, Illium Liara curls her fingers around the railing, gaze locked on the observation window at the ghost ship coasting into Docking Bay 93. The last time she’d seen the Normandy, she’d been in pieces over Alchera, reduced to nothing but shrapnel tumbling past the tiny escape pod where she’d spent nearly thirty hours waiting for rescue, Caroline Grenado’s blood smeared across her hardsuit. (I will not leave you here alone.) The ship now parked serenely in Bay 93 is the wrong size, painted the wrong colors. The smoke, the leaking coolant, the shattered hull have all been erased. Ships had never meant much to Liara. Before the Normandy they were nothing more than a conduit between stars, a gateway to uncharted worlds where secrets lay buried in stone, waiting for her to discover them. Before the Normandy, she’d never even bothered to unpack a suitcase on a starship. But then Shepard had come to her rescue on Therum. Instead of focusing all her energy on the history dead and buried on all of those worlds, she’d come to care about the future, and what little of it there might be left. When she’d first boarded the Normandy, she’d had no bag to unpack even if she had wanted to. Her stay was to be as temporary as every other ship she had been on. But then Alenko had presented her with a small prothean flute they’d found on Feros. He’d had a case made for it on the Citadel and hung it for her in Dr. Chakwas’ back office. In that moment, the small space she had borrowed had become hers. Do you think it still plays? Alenko had asked. Shall we find out? she had replied, before gently removing the flute from its case and playing a note, perhaps the first sound it had made in over fifty thousand years. The flute, like the Normandy, like Shepard, like Caroline Grenado, had all been lost over Alchera. But the ship, at least, has been reborn. And Shepard is aboard. Liara could not take back Grenado’s death. But she – or Cerberus, rather – had taken back his. She kneads her fingers as she waits. Curse the Nos Astra Docking Authority for all their blithering and bureaucracy. She has arrived much too early, but nothing to be done about it now. The last time she had seen Shepard remains perfectly clear in her memory. Slouching in a chair over coffee in the mess, digging at the gravity well even more than usual, excitement over getting back out in the Mako bleeding out as kinetic energy. See you later, T’Soni, he’d said as she’d taken her leave, crooked smile on his face. Now, at last, his words might be true. His death had taken so much with him. Any hope they had of learning what secrets Ilos held that might save them from the reapers had been locked in the prothean cipher he had possessed. Only Shiala could have closed that knowledge gap, but nearly a year since her disappearance from Feros, Liara hasn’t been able to recover her, either. But even Shiala did not have the Eden Prime beacon in her head. Shepard, be it through luck, fate, or sheer force of will, had been singularly unique. Without him, their galactic cycle may very well end the way the prothean’s had, and so many who had come before them. Snuffed out, world by world, until there was nothing left but scattered relics. Would, perhaps, some alien creature find some trinket of Liara’s and wonder who had held it, the way she’d held that flute? The Normandy hadn’t just taught her to start tending to the future. It had taught her to live in her present. Early mornings with Shepard over coffee. Daily calisthenics with Williams. Garrus and Wrex’s determined efforts to improve her aim with a pistol. Listening to Tali talk about her love stories. Alenko’s late night cooking. It had been so long since Liara had raised her head above her work and just…indulged in the people around her. Two years later, her heart still aches at the memory of Shepard’s final smile. At long last, the airlock hisses open. Her heart jumps. She stands straighter. There he is.

Read from the beginning | Read the rest on Ao3 | The Mezzo Playlist

#mass effect #mshenko #mezzo update #well that took a while huh?#but hey we got there #whew

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