#out of codex ( ooc )

[wickcdmindz]

this is a lil reminder to always read people's rules before engaging! and if you forget, it's never too late to take a look.<3

[avrorean]

I think if Nanna ever cured the blight, or at least got it out of herself, she'd want to be buried instead of cremated when her time came. She likes the idea of a place to rest, to let something grow where she'd once have been. She hasn't considered herself Andrastian for a long time, and she's seen both burnings and burials, and the late. After vg she has a lot of free time, so who knows, maybe she'll reconnect to her Nevarran roots. Maybe she finds her real grandfather's clan. Or maybe she'd just like to have a final resting place that might stay a little peaceful, maybe just wants something of her that can be left behind.

But as always, it's the blight at the crux of the issue, and even before what we know now of the Blight, I've always been of the mind that it, in a warden corpse, would just continue to rot and decay the life around it, because the blight doesn't disappear once you're dead. And Nanna would rather nothing be left of her than to leave harm in her wake.

[adeptvsastartes]

// so i know i have aurelius's voiceclaim being the singer Ondemas from StringStorm's Pretty Marines fan song...

// but what if i made aurelius's singing voice be Jonathan Young's Rains of Castamere...

// very haunting and deep-sounding, especially since aurelius is a psyker-primarch

[cinderschild]

@tidesfate liked this post for a small starter.

The gilded dragon exhaled a puff of smoke from their nostrils as a sickly green light breached their lair. The smell of salt, old books, and something akin to oil filled their sensitive olfactory. ❝ Greetings, Hermaeus Mora, ❞ Helia rumbled. Great scales and sinews stretched as the beast rose to sit in a more respectful position. ❝ Have you and yours been well since last we met? ❞

[arpeggiiosm]

🚢 for kiko and Akashi <33 but if you have any other pairings im all ears :eyes:

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged (in the future👀) | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: Bestie!!!! I love them okay 👀 look she’s already crushing okay he’s got her heart <3 (bestie you bet your ass I’m gonna end up thinking of other pairings later too XD)

[aventurineswife]

Can I request phoebe x reader first date

Like a Star in the Quiet Night

Summary: In the peaceful courtyard of the Order’s sanctuary, you and Phoebe share your first date—an evening filled with quiet conversations, heartfelt gifts, and the warmth of newfound feelings. Though both of you are uncertain, together you embrace the beauty of something new, guided by the gentle light between you.

Tags: Phoebe x Reader, Fluff, First Date, Soft Romance, Hand-holding, Gift Giving, Slow Burn Undertones.

Warnings: Might be ooc.

The candlelit courtyard of the Order’s sanctuary shimmered under the evening sky, casting soft golden hues across the stone pathways. The gentle rustling of leaves accompanied the rhythmic lapping of water from the nearby reflecting pool, where stars mirrored themselves upon its surface. Tonight was different. Tonight wasn’t about duty or prayer—it was about something new, something unfamiliar yet exciting.

Phoebe sat beside you on an intricately carved wooden bench, her eyes glimmering under the moon’s gentle light. She looked radiant, draped in her celestial-patterned cape, the golden embroidery catching the faint illumination. But tonight, she had forgone her usual wide-brimmed hat, letting her long blonde hair flow freely, save for the small blue cross-shaped hairpin that still nestled against her locks.

“You seem nervous,” she observed, her voice as soothing as a hymn.

You let out a small chuckle, rubbing the back of your neck. “Can you blame me? I’m sitting next to the most graceful Acolyte of the Order. This isn’t exactly a common occurrence.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips, light and melodious. “You flatter me,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “But I must admit… I feel the same.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Phoebe, the ever-composed, ever-serene, was feeling nervous too? It was a comforting thought, in a way—proof that beneath her devotion and discipline, she was just as human as you.

“I wanted to do this properly,” she continued, her fingers gently tracing the edge of the bird figurine she carried—Envoy, the handcrafted gift from across the sea. “But I don’t have much experience with… first dates.”

Her honesty made you smile. “Then we can figure it out together.”

She turned to look at you, truly look at you, as if seeing into the depths of your soul. There was something about Phoebe’s gaze that made you feel both seen and safe, as though she could illuminate the parts of yourself you hadn’t even realized were in the dark.

After a quiet moment, she exhaled softly. “That sounds… wonderful.”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out a small wrapped parcel. “I, uh… got you something.”

Her eyes widened slightly as she accepted it, fingers delicately untying the ribbon. Within lay a small, beautifully bound book—a personal journal, its cover adorned with motifs reminiscent of the constellations she so often admired.

“I know how much you love the Codex of the Deep,” you explained, feeling a bit sheepish. “I thought maybe you’d like a place to write down your own thoughts. Your own discoveries.”

For a moment, Phoebe was silent. Then, a rare, unguarded smile bloomed across her face. “This is… perfect.” She ran her fingers over the cover, reverent in her touch. “Thank you.”

Your chest swelled with warmth. “I was hoping you’d like it.”

She carefully placed the journal beside her, then, in a rare moment of spontaneity, reached for your hand. Her touch was gentle, warm—like the soft glow of a candle in the dark.

“Tonight,” she murmured, “feels like the start of something beautiful.”

And under the vast, star-strewn sky, with your fingers entwined and the quiet melody of the night surrounding you, you knew she was right.

[akutasoda]

hello!! platonic dr ratio with a teen!student reader who excels at one particular subject but is bad or average on the others? also lacks social skills

student knowledge

synopsis - when one of his best students start falling behind in other courses

includes - dr ratio - platonic!

warnings - gn!teen!reader, fluff, slight angst + crack, maybe ooc, wc - 1.1k

taglist - @teddirika, @frankiesteinn, @little-miss-chaoss

dr ratio was renowned across the galaxy for many things - a member of the intelligensia guild, a bright scholar or even a professor of sort. his students specifically knew him very well as the esteemed scholar who had no time to spare for idiocy. due to his many degrees, ratio offered a variety of subjects to lecture on and most of the time his students did take more than one, whether it was multiple from him or from various other professors.

a common complaint that ratio received was from students who have had chalk thrown at them or even hit over the head with his codex - should they be unfortunate enough to be sat in the front row. however it couldn't be said that he was a bad teacher as he was quite the opposite, no matter how foreboding he seemed when chalk would be launched across the lecture hall faster than the students could track.

exam season had surfaced yet again and that meant ratio would have to spend time toiling over the mistakes of his students, to which he believed was only due to their incompetence and unwillingness to learn.

he let out another sigh as he pushed another students exam to the side, 67/100, he had yet to be impressed by the results and he had no hopes of that changing until he glanced at the name on the top of his next paper. he perked up slightly, maybe there was hope afterall. he briefly remembered you as the quietest student he had who aat at the back and kept to yourself but you were by far his best student in that subject so he never had any complaints. your test certainly hadn't disappointed him this time.

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dr ratio didn't particularly like to interact with the other professors unless absolutely necessary, mainly because he didn't hang around long after his lectures had finished. however he couldn't help but overhear one talking about you in your recent test - it was only mere curiosity that begged him to listen in. although he started questioning if they were actually talking about you when they began talking about how you had one of the worst scores.

surely they were talking about someone else? if you were his best student surely you wouldn't be doing worse in other mediocre professors classes? maybe it was just an unfortunate day for you and next time you'd do better then everyone he was sure of it.

some may say ratio just held you in high esteem and they would be partially right - it was quite the achievement to gain the attention of the scholar. he had seen something in the way you answered the questions he poised and the fact that you excelled magnificently in all tests for his class reinforced the idea that you were one to watch. ratio didn't play favourites but if he did you would be one.

he had seen you in his lecture later that day and observed that nothing seemed the matter, you sat there in silence and didn't even break it when he hit another student square in the head with a piece of chalk. he was tempted to pull you aside afterwards to ask about your other subject results but he knew that it wasn't his place to say anything - it was your course and he wasn't your teacher - so he let it go.

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as much as he tried to forget what he overheard, he couldn't. something didn't sit right with him at the idea that one of his best students were struggling in another subject (in his opinion a worthless subject). perhaps you were pouring all your effort into his lectures and neglecting the others... maybe if he loosened up your homework you'd pull your grades up in that subject - he could always play it off as your reward for doing so well in the test.

you almost questioned dr ratio when he didn't assign you extra work but you opted to stay quiet and take the rest. admittedly you did feel as though you should pull back in your studies for his class as your other subjects were suffering, naturally or not. perhaps you should use this as an opportunity to bring those grades up...

unfortunately that didn't seem to help. you had a surprise test in the subject and you couldn't help but stare at the mediocre score with a grimace plastered on your face. perhaps you should just stick to getting good grades in ratio's classes.

admittedly it had soured your mood but you didn't think it would be so noticeable until dr ratio asked you to stay behind after his lecture. at first you thought you're grades had also dropped in his class but ratio seemed to diminish those thoughts immediately.

'i don't take interest in my students lives but when one of my best students looks down i have to worry it may affect their scores' he started and you almost hung your head in a small bit of shame 'what's happened?' ratio observed as you wordlessly reached into your bag and dragged out a test.

you shyly handed him the test, practically ashamed of your score. normally ratio would let his ego get the best of him and he would scoff at the low score, but he didn't. instead he scrunched it up and threw it onto his desk, your eyes widened in surprise as you never took dr ratio to do suchh a thing.

'a bad test score shouldn't define your mood. you are a excellent student who just needs to focus their efforts elsewhere for the time being' you were quite shocked as you never took the doctor to be one to dish out compliments 'if push comes to shove is hall intervene and help you get those grades up but i doubt it will come to that'

due to your rather introverted nature you could only muster up a small nod at the compliment, ratio noticed you're slight uncomfortableness and dismissed you.

ratio didn't have favourites, but when someone gains the attention of him he can't help but want to push them to flourish in everything they do.

[chaotic-elemental]

„This me – Dragon.“

*tries and fails to look serious*

✨ The Codex Draconis 🐉

or: Good-to-know before you pet or poke a dragon

🐾 I. Behind the scales

Greetings, wayfarer! I’m Eobe, the Dragon tamer (mun) 🩵 You’ve stumbled into the realm of Dragon, who draws, writes, muses and sometimes monologues about the nature of clouds, heroes or morons with a nice cup of cocoa ☕️

This is a place for art, stories and some occasional philosophical ramble. So you can expect a mix of cozy myth, dry wit, thoughtful storytelling, and a bit dramatic flourish (because, well it’s a dragon 🐉)

🎨 II. Art and RP – A two-headed delight

This blog is mainly an art space. You’ll find sketches, scenes, and mood art pieces – often sparked by RP threads.

Art may appear in character, often something Dragon made, or meta, as part of the muse-mun blend. Sometimes it’s serious. Sometimes it’s fun chaos.

You’re welcome to react to art in-character, or even build a scene around it. Visual storytelling is encouraged!

Dragon hoards precious treasures ✨🤩 (like a broody chicken 🐔) Also reblogging other’s art, that let beat higher Dragon‘s heart ❤️‍🔥

✍️ III. What kind of RP happens here?

Writing style: Multipara to novella. Dragon just dragoning – but not everything needs to be epic.

Genres: Fantasy, medieval, myth, sci-fi (multidimensional portals are hard to tame – like a dragon), existential fluff, clumsy fun chaos, character-driven weirdness.

Tone: Somewhere between ancient tales, lazy cat in the sun and scattered professor. I like creating moments – whether they’re quiet, ridiculous, stone-melting or especially a little magical.

🧭 IV. Boundaries

SFW: This hoard is safe for work. Subtlety and innuendo are fine and hatchlings should use individual filters anyway to protect themselves!

Triggers: If something is off-limits for you, please tell. I respect and protect borders.

Godmodding: Kindly no. Dragons need to steer their own wings. If you have an idea to create Dragon scenes, you can always shoot an ask or IM ✨

📩 V. Interactions & feeding the lizard

Selective RP: I draw, write and reblog what inspires me, not out of elitism, but for the sake of meaningful storytelling (and time).

Askbox / IMs: Open. Ask for Dragon Wisdom or Weirdness, IC play, OOC chatter and art prompts. You can address me or Dragon directly.

Random interactions welcome, especially if they’re clever, creative, or just a little weird.

��� VI. Patience is a virtue (and also my default setting)

Sometimes Dragon answers swiftly and sometimes Dragon vanishes into a pile of half-finished drafts like nesting in warm laundry 😅 Delays are never personal – just part of the process. I always try to return to what matters!

🪶 VII. The Invitation

If you’re kind, curious, and a little bit chaotic, you’re most welcome here. Whether you bring a muse, a puzzle, or a pot of tea – there’s space by the fire in the cave ✨🐉🫶

Those rules are currently in the test phase 🧐 Feedback and ideas are absolutely welcome ✨

@eobe (Mun) 🐉

[oroontheheels]

Venom 3 spoilers!!

(I know I know I’m making like 5th post already)

Interesting question people brought up is “Is Venom movies queerbait or queer subtext”.

Honey. I’m an old bisexual person from a very homophobic country. I’ll share a wisdom with you: it is always queerbait. No matter what happens on the screen, It queerbait until the moment straight people in the audience are feeling uncomfortable. Then it’s gay representation.

The only time it is “queer subtext” is if you live in a times when they put you in prison for being gay. Or if it’s modern days but you live in a country where they put you in prison for making positive gay representation in media. And as far as I know it is not illegal to be gay in USA.

So.

Venom movies. Is it queerbait or queer context? Queerbait. 100%

Good old monetised machine.

It is bad that corps use queerbait tactics? Yes.

Is it so bad you should boycott the movies and never ever interact with Venom media again? No.

After all we are just “small people”. We want to enjoy things. And symbrock is very enjoyable and nice. In comics and in movies. And times we spent creating fan content for each other is priceless. 🖤

But what is my complaint then? My complaint is that Venom 3 didn’t do enough. There was so much opportunity and possibilities. They didn’t even use 10% of those.

They did some good old queerbait but even compared to Venom 2 they did too little. Venom 2 was gayer. It was bolder. It was more.

They should’ve go all out in Venom 3 to top that but they didn’t.

I can live with corporations using queer audiences for monetary gain. But it is humiliating when they won’t even give us bare minimum in return.

No joke about wedding in Vegas. No head boop. Not even “love you man, bye”. Believe me, when it comes to queerbait you can put SO. MUCH. MORE. and get away with it. (Remember fucking Naruto or Evangelion for example)

It’s not even half-asses effort. It’s quarter-pubic hair effort. Barely any noticeable effort.

Oh and I also do not believe in “studio meddling probably played a role”. C’mon. “Studio meddling” didn’t remove kiss from the first movie. Didn’t remove “IM OUT OF THE EDDIE’S CLOSET” in second movie. But for some reason it removed something from third movie?? Yeah, I’m not buying it. I don’t believe that third movie had some martyr writer who tried their best but failed to make symbrock canon but failed.

To end it on positive note and not to be complete salty person: Venom dancing to ABBA was indeed very gay. And him wanting to see browday musical was also very gay.

I just wish we also had some symbrock moments too.

P.S. I wrote this before but I repeat myself this movie would’ve benefited greatly if Eddie and Venom had a very big and very bad fight about The Codex reveal at the beginning. Without it Eddie coldness feels incredibly OOC and uncalled for.

[wickcdmindz]

me explaining how dylan & cain's relationship goes to a friend:

that friend without missing a beat:

[avrorean]

I love Nanna so much. She's a beautiful, vibrant character and I think that kindness and goodness at the core of a time that it's hard to find either is an inspiring storyline. You're a great writer. But on top of that, your interactions with the community are a wild ride. I love watching y'all do your thing.

wait wiat hold on my hear t hey-

ಥ_ಥ the prompt today apparently is kindness and I appreciated seeing this so much. It makes me happy to hear when people enjoy Nanna, you're so sweet, genuinely thank you.

[adeptvsastartes]

if there's anything that can be said about the Stars Repentant Legion, its that they were damn good at what they did back in the day, with Aurelius as an unofficial Warmaster.

the 2nd Legion was something of a vanguard once Aurelius took hold, instead of the penal legion it originally was. they would scout ahead, and use their divinations given to them by Aurelius to figure out the best course of action in how to deal with any sort of foe.

while often more rare, it was more common to see psykers or those somewhat psychically gifted in the 2nd Legion, affected by Aurelius's geneseed and giving them the sensitivity to anything psychic-- the Warp, psykers, or phenomena, which has its own positives and drawbacks. this allowed the psykers of the Legion, at most, to see the short-term futures like Aurelius could.

this is what allowed Aurelius to be Warmaster. he saw these outcomes, and could dominate the battlefield without lifting a finger... through the use of diplomacy. and with this divination, he could speak with his enemy and come to form deals. all of which, aurelius would make sure, were worded eloquently in order to let the Imperium have the secrets of this xenotech... though, this honestly just led to people viewing Aurelius with suspicion. Aurelius, though, knew that you couldn't exactly just rely on the rigidity of the legions (which would usually be a dice roll on if you either got a legion who'd peacefully let you join the Imperium, or utterly slaughter everything you hold dear), and tried to make sure the Imperium would have allies... which. all fell through, when he was excommunicated. (though, this is what let aurelius's legion survive for some time, as they were able to rely on these alliances they made to have supplies until their inevitable battle with the Emperor's Children on the Ursa Major, after the Space Wolves razed their planets to the ground)

his Legion would usually be paired up with others, serving as scouts to the main force.

if you saw the Stars Repentant, you were often very lucky. it meant a peaceful takeover, and usually more resources. they knew the value of life.

[mazeeelabyrinth]

Legend of the Forbidden Phallocrux: One Hole to Bind Them All

Act I: The Fallen God's Sigil and Unwanted Blessings

Synopsis: Cursed/blessed after fishing up an ancient god's codex about the world, Aether was charged to fulfill a prophecy. He just wanted to find his way home but the universe wanted him railed.

Pairing/s: Genshin Men x Aether

Tags: multichapter crackfic, eventual smut, porn with plot, canon divergence, implied sexual content, slow burn, sexual puns, bad puns, bad jokes, parody, comedy, alternate universe, ooc, alternate au, teyvat is a lewd world, slow burn

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Hey, I'm back. It's been over a year since I posted a fic. So here's my crackfic starring our golden boy, Aether 🫡 You can hop to Ao3 and read in advance.

⏭️ Chapter Two onwards

MASTERLIST ☆ AO3 PROFILE ☆ AO3 VERSION

The sun hung low and golden above the sapphire waters of Stormbearer Coast, its reflection shimmering like spilled oil over bare skin, twitching every time a plump, overstimulated fish breached the surface with a moan. Yes, a moan. The fauna of Testosterra, the New Teyvat, had long since stopped pretending they weren’t affected by the world’s ley lines’ cursed imbalance.

Even the breeze carried a thick, heady scent of brine mixed with blooming nymphroses and damp leather. Crickets chirped arousingly. Somewhere in the distance, a flock of moaning doves cooed suggestively. It was just another typical evening in the land where thirst reigned supreme.

Aether sat on the edge of a smooth, sweat-slick boulder, partially soaked from swimming and glistening like the cover of a forbidden romance scroll, and tragically unaware of the prophecy coiling like a perverted snake around his fate. His golden hair clung to the back of his neck in silky waves, while his toned abdomen flexed with every breath he took.

His legs were bare to the thighs, pants rolled up and boots tossed aside, toes dipped lazily in the warm water as he cast his fishing rod with divine nonchalance. Aether had traded his usual dark crop top for a loose white tunic that clung to his toned chest like it had read too much fanfiction about him. It fluttered open at the front, inviting the breeze to do its worst. He wasn’t trying to seduce the horizon—but somehow, he was.

He had hoped for a moment of peace. A brief interlude to think. To remember.

The memories of Lumine were fogged, as if glimpsed through a veil soaked in honeyed wine. He remembered her laugh, her warmth, the way they moved in tandem like twin stars. But since the attack—since that strange divine force struck and cast him adrift—he’d been alone. Or at least, alone enough to talk to himself and occasionally question whether that pine tree over there winked at him.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in this world, but this place definitely needed a break from whatever cursed soap opera it was living in.

Still, he fished. What else was there to do but find his next dinner?

Aether’s fishing line stretched lazily into the water, bobbing ever so gently with the movement of the waves lapping gently at the golden shore of Stormbearer Coast. It should have been peaceful. Almost was. But nothing had felt quite right since he'd awoken in this absurdly aroused world.

“Gotta eat,” he mumbled to himself. The rod in his hands was carved from a glossy, darkwood branch. It had chosen him somehow, from a glade pulsing with innuendo-shaped mushrooms and giggling fauna. Aether didn’t question it anymore. He had stopped questioning things after a tree tried to give him a “consensual back massage” last week.

Then the line tugged. Hard. With a lewd pop.

Aether blinked. “Oh?”

It tugged again, with a force that threatened to wrench the makeshift rod from his grip.

“Oh—”

His rod arched upward with such force that it yanked him halfway off the shore. With a grunt, he dug his heels in, pulling back with both hands. Muscles taut, veins standing out like serpents beneath skin, Aether wrestled with the catch. It wasn’t fighting like a fish—it was pulling like it had somewhere important to be and didn’t give a damn who was on the other end.

The line snapped with a flash of pink sparks, sending Aether’s petite frame on his back. Water splashed over him in slow motion, drenching him in cool droplets that clung like seductive pearls along his collarbone.

Coughing, Aether sat up and blinked at what had landed before him.

Not a fish.

A book.

An ancient, leather-bound tome, soaked but glowing with a faint carnal crimson, landed on the sand with a squelch. It pulsed, faintly, like a heartbeat. Its cover was engraved with swirling sigils, some of which looked suspiciously like kissing mouths, entwined limbs, or gyrating hips if viewed from the right angle.

Curious—and ever so slightly aroused, against his better judgment—Aether knelt beside it.

"Well... I did ask the universe for answers,” he muttered.

Aether did what any self-respecting, questionably cursed pretty boy would do—he opened it. The pages within glowed faintly. The script inside writhed—literally. The letters twisted and shuddered across the page, rearranging themselves with naughty giggles and lascivious sighs until he could somewhat read them.

“Huh.” Aether tilted his head, brushing his wet bangs aside. “Weird font.”

On the first page read, Testosterra Codex: Scandalous Whispers of the Moaniverse. By Carnalia—God of Chaos and Manlust—and the horniest lesser gods.

Dictated by his curiosity, his nemesis, Aether continued reading a few pages. Unthinking, he spoke them aloud:

"O' blessed be the supple vessel... awakened shall be the Seal of Slutlight—"

Aether blinked. “The what?”

But the book was already glowing hot, the sigils spinning, rearranging, licking at his fingers like ethereal tongues. A moan echoed—not from his mouth, but around him, in the wind, in the very fabric of the air.

Now, it was getting weirder, but still that didn’t deter him from reading for more. Maybe it was just gag material or an old erotic novel, he thought, flipping to another page.

“Oh blessed be the shaft divine,

Do stretch me wide, and make me thine.

Let mine hole left no rod behind,

In flesh and soul we now entwine!”

The air thickened with heat and sandalwood-sweat-scented mana. The grass withered. The water hissed, giving leeway for the suddenly blowing cold breeze to caress his wet skin.

Aether screamed—not in pain, but in something unsettlingly adjacent to pleasure. His body lifted off the ground, limbs arched, glowing pink and gold with symbols he really didn't want to know the origin of. Then—

THROB.

A sigil etched itself in light above his tailbone. Glowing magenta with a hint of gold, swirling with chaotic energy, and vibrating like a naughty toy forgotten under a bed.

Aether landed hard on his knees, panting, sweat-soaked, glowing slightly. “What. The fuck. Was that.”

The Carnalia’s Sigil.

A voice echoed in his head—sultry, domineering, and vaguely drunk.

“O Chosen Bottom of the Prophecy, thy journey beginneth. Thou hast delivered the Lustrous Litany and awakened the Lust Covenant. Gather thou the shards of the Forbidden Phallocrux, else be consumed in combustion most unspeakable.”

Aether blinked, his fishing rod forgotten beside him. “The... what now?”

“Hie thee hence across the Seven Lands of Lewd Repute, and quest for most comely and gallant bachelors—yet cursed—whose hearts, whose souls, yea, whose lustful flames are marred by shards most vile: the Forbidden Phallocrux. 'Tis thy lot, by fate's own thread, to purge these fragments, till they be made whole once more. Seek them out, and with each man entwine thy spirit deep. For thou and they together must seal the Cracks of Desire—those gaping wounds in nature’s weave, whence pour enchantments steep’d in carnal frenzy.”

“Are you playing a prank on me?!” Aether hissed as he stood, his gaze sweeping around the coast.

“Fret not, O Chosen Bottom, for thou art endowed with blessings manifold—gifts most vital to surmount trials and fulfill the Prophecy. Mine own Sigil hath already bestowed upon thee the Aura of Allure. Take thou the Codex, and let its wisdom steer thee true upon thy quest.”

“You can’t—”

“Fare thee well for now, O Chosen Bottom of the Prophecy. May fortune smile upon thee, and may thy quest find sweet zenith and triumph!”

The sky thundered with a clap of erotic applause. Somewhere in the distance, a unicorn neighed in approval.

Aether groaned, dragging his hands down his face. His body tingled unnaturally. And then—oh no—he felt it again.

The sigil. It looked like an ornate rune, intricate and ancient… and was absolutely throbbing just above his buttcrack. Like a beacon. Like a lusty lighthouse for cursed dick-havers.

He slammed the book shut with a thick thud. The runes faded along with its glow. Then the air stilled.

“…Oh come on,” Aether whimpered, feeling a heat pulse through his core. His pupils shimmered with subtle, cursed sparkles.

And worst of all, every male frog within a ten-foot radius immediately turned to stare at him with longing croaks.

He swatted one away with a horrified yelp.

“I just want to eat.”

[iustitians]

ooc; assorted small Neuvillette headcanons

Various little stuff that's fun to talk about but wouldn't really fit anywhere else.

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Neuvillette has the entire legal codex of Fontaine memorized. If you call him to recite a specific point from a specific article in a specific law on the spot, he will.

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The game never gives us a word for the thingies on his head, which drives me nuts, but oh well. Most often I will refer to them as his horns, but people are welcome to call them feelers, sensors, tentacles or whatever. In any case, they are not decorations, but rather parts of his body. He is very much not fond of people touching them, and since it’s a known fact in Fontaine, it’s generally seen as a show of blatant disrespect, even though he never bothered to make it against the law in spite of people’s expectations. To be honest, Neuvillette is not used to most forms of physical contact in general.

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Neuvillette does not need his cane for walking, it’s first and foremost his catalyst. If he does walk with it - which he does often, out of habit - he usually defaults to supporting his right side, but he’s not consistent.

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The game never tells us where Neuvillette lives, which I choose to interpret as being because the general Fontaine populace doesn’t know either; given they don’t even know his name, it fits. Because of that I believe personally that he does not live in Palais Mermonia. My own headcanon for it is that his “home” would be deep at the bottom of the ocean, somewhere far beyond human reach, and possibly locked away in a personal domain, because I imagine he can create those.

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In his first century as Iudex, Neuvillette did in fact survive several assassination attempts. Fontaine was very unstable and volatile after the Cataclysm and the death of Egeria, and had to undergo a process of major reform and change. As such, many did not take kindly to this stranger from nowhere coming in to immediately take one of the highest positions in the land without even having to try for it. A few times, someone was able to sneak firearms into the courtroom and shoot at him during a trial; he either was missed or shielded himself on time, but at least once he was hit – only to immediately heal himself on the spot. On one occasion a letter containing a small explosive also came to his office; the public never found out about that one. Between all those unsuccessful attempts, the resulting strengthening of security measures, and finally the attitude of Fontainians towards him changing, the assassination attempts eventually came to an end. If someone still tries to plot something nowadays, it’s usually uncovered at the planning stage and never gets far.

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The game jokes about this once, but I believe that Neuvillette does, in fact, hoard a few types of “treasure” in a proper stereotypical dragon fashion - though his definition of the word would be different from what most would expect.

He has three main types of “hoard”:

Firstly, as a matter of a little personal whimsy, he likes collecting Lumitoile. He's a bit particular with it though - he will only pick up ones he finds dead, refusing to take their lives for the sake of his collection, or throw living creatures into a hobby stash. Using his powers, he preserves them and collects them in his domain.

The second type of hoard was initiated by his daughters – they introduced him into their “currency” system, and he wound up with a small pile of mechanical tokens as a result. He would be happy to simply give those to the Melusines, but they insist on being fair with him, something he naturally appreciates being who he is, and so he engages in trade with them, if only for their enjoyment.

And finally, he has ended up with a collection of various small memorabilia and mementos left behind or given to him by the many, many people he has worked with over the years. He continues to add on to it to this day, and in this way, even as all those people pass on and leave him behind, he has something left of them. Every item has a person and a story attached to it, and he recalls every single one without fail.

[siblings-from-another-world]

Hello, I am Pyxis, she/her member of the URS medical Corps chosen of The Blinding One

Hey, I'm Sagittarius, or you can call me Sag, he/him, regular Megolaian, lived out in the wilderness for awhile

My pokemon companion is a shiny poipole named Codex (♀️)

My companion is a midday forme lycanroc who I named Cerberus (♀️)

Pelipper mail/malice/unmail is on, musharna mail/malice is on, magic anons are on

Me

Me

Me ig

//OOC below the cut

Hey, it's @lunaphoenix221 again. Back here with another pokemon irl blogs this time with some people from Ultra Megalopolis

This was partly inspired by my playthrough of Ultra Moon. But a big inspiration for doing this is the mun of @pandorias-box. I love their character, Pandoria, and I love interacting with them.

The same rules as always apply here. Don't be mean, don't be rude, don't be weird to my characters

Pyxis is 19ish, and Sag is 15ish, so keep that in mind when interacting with them

Also, as per usual, NO NSFW

Anyways, that's all. Enjoy!

Oh, and here's the picrew link

[official-raoulin-the-bibulous]

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 ℜ𝔞𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔫'𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤!

This is a The Hunchback of Notre Dame OC roleplaying blog.

OOC:

This character is based on the setting of the 1996 Disney adaptation.

This can be DM'ed for interactions.

You are free to ask questions in the query section.

Can have several stories and/or collabs.

Can play in mature/nsfw scenes (operator is of legal age, and you should, too!)

Raoulin, although he is queer, is pompous, greedy, classist and racist. (He would use words like "churl" and "harlot", but will not use the g-slur when referring to the Roma.)

For more information about Raoulin, please refer to his Toyhouse profile and @90sdiablo, the operator of this blog.

Specific tags:

#ask raoulin - Tumblr mails

#tales from the codex - Fics and roleplay sessions

#leather and literature - NSFW fics and roleplay sessions

#within the walls of the palace - Screenshots of interactions in the Palace of Justice discord server

#raoulin is away- Out of character posts

NOTE: All details are references to Victor Hugo's book and the Disney adaptation, and this blog is simply for entertainment.