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Sonic Royal Rumble: Preliminary #5 (Oops, all Acorns pt. 2)

Left: Alexander Acorn

Right: Abraham Acorn, George Acorn, Julius Acorn, Raphael Acorn, Reginald Acorn, Romulus Acorn, Sebastian Acorn (None of them have images)

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Aster Button • Hogwarts Legacy MC • Character Information

(Character Sheet Commission by my amazing bestie, @unholytrio420)

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General Information

Full Name: Aster Jane Button

Nicknames: Princess of Hufflepuff, Sweetheart & Bug

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Date of Birth: April 30th, 1875

Dominate Hand: Left

Zodiac Sign: Taurus ☀️🌙 & Cancer ⬆️

Personality Type (MBTI): ENFP - Campaigner

Blood Status: Half-blood

Alignment: Lawful Good

Nationality: English/Greek

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Natural shape, English Oak, Unicorn Hair Core, 20 cm, handle is carved with oak leaves and has an acorn on the bottom of the handle.

Patronus: Swarm of Bees or Ibizan Bound

(One is my wants, the other is wizarding worlds take)

Boggart: Herself

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Physical Appearance

Hair Colour & Style: Has wavy/curly dark brown hair, with a bang fringe that curls at the ends because of her naturally curly hair. She tends to keep her hair half up in an updo with a white bow holding it back.

Eye Color: Her eyes are a dark green with a yellow center.

Skin Tone: Light olive tone with peach undertones. Has a flush of freckles all over her face. She also has light rosacea on her cheeks, nose and forehead.

Height: 5’7��� (170cm)

Other features:

She does wear makeup, even though it was frowned upon at that time. She has a smudge of eyeliner on her upper lid and goes wear some lipstick/Vaseline for shine.

An overbite with bunny teeth.

Girly wears earrings as well. They are vintage screw backs from 1890 that match her colors and vibe. Gold & Black varnish with diamonds.

Face claim: Hande Ercel is her slight face claim. Hande Ercel has dark brown eyes and doesn’t have freckles, but she’s a Turkish actress with the perfect face shape. Which is why I say she’s a slight face claim. Her role in Azize just screams Aster with her hair as it is as well.

(The right photo was edited by Ellie to give her green eyes and freckles - she’s quite literally perfect!)

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Personality

Positive Traits: extroverted, empathic, patient, elegant, down to earth, in tune with her emotions, lawful, dedicated, loving & kind

Neutral Traits: sensitive, tantalizing, sensual, dominant, can not lie for shite, work oriented & overthinks constantly

Negative Traits: opinionated, materialistic, dense, slow, kind of a mean girl in a domineering way, fair to a fault & spoiled

Scent: Lilac, Moss and Honey

Strengths: Being a walking bug magnet, saying ‘No’, Stability

Weaknesses: being yelled at, crying to easily, Numbers/Math (Dyslexic), dealing with parasites

Fears: Heights & The Dark

Likes: Her family, Insects, Bee Keeping, Running, Gardening, Eating, Talking, Cuddling

Dislikes: The Wizarding Realm, Passive Aggressive Rudeness, People who have a twisted reality that being blunt is actually being nice, Dark Magic, Racism, Slavery, Pure-Blood enthusiasts

Future Dreams: A normal happy life in research entomology

Favorite Classes: Charms, History of Magic, Herbology, Divination

Hated Classes: Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Flying, Astronomy

Music Loves: Frank Sinatra, Vic Damone, Benny Goodman, Billie Holiday, Dean Martin, Ella Fitzgerald, Tony Bennett, Tommy Dorsey, Artie Shaw, etc.

Aesthetic: Honeycore Coquette

Love Language: Physical Touch & Companionship

Pinterest Board (important): https://pin.it/5APIW6Lqo

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Relationships

Father: Theodore Button - Lord, Wizard, Business Man

Mother: Abigail Button - Lady, Normie, Socialite

Sibling(s): Timothy Button - Older brother, Future Lawyer, Normie

Distant Relatives: Percival Rackham - Many-Great Grandfather

Hogwarts Guardian(s): Matilda Weasley, Abraham Ronan, Aesop Sharp & Dinah Hecate

Love Interest: Sebastian Sallow

Best Friends: Nerida Roberts, Grace Pinch-Smedley, Ominis Gaunt, Adelaide Oakes, Anne Sallow

Rivals: Imelda Rayes

Enemies: Ranrok, Victor Rookwood, Ashwinders

Pets:

Ladybird Spider named Lily

All her bees

A full nest of Fwoopers

4 Nifflers - Quartz, Obsidian, Copper & Tin-Tin

2 Kneezles - Knee & Zazzy

2 Unicorns - June & August (Golden)

2 Hippogriff - Ares (Tawny) & Highwing

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Outside Character Inspirations

Cher Horowitz - Clueless

Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind

Elora Danan - Willow TV series

Willow Rosenberg - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Lexi Howard - Euphoria

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I FOUND THE HL PEEP THAT INSPIRED ME FOR THIS POST!! Big thank you to @masqueradereveler21 for their post. I love Gwen so much ~ 💚

[purplespacekitty]

i love Stardew Valley…i love that you can start a conversation with someone about what you’re growing on your farm and then randomly dig up some of their Earth and life continues as if nothing happened. i love that Lewis will tell you out of nowhere that Marnie fucking hates clay because it makes her depressed??? and he has nothing else to say about that????? i love that Sebastian basically implies he’s a vampire because he says he’s really only outside at night (a lie). i love that sap takes away energy when you eat it. i love that the seasons last only the length of a month. i love that the kids are realistically uninterested in talking to you. i love that you can buy little hats from a mouse who calls you “poke.” i love that all the chickens need is hay, water and love. i love that Maru loves getting battery packs. i love that you can get clay out of geodes. i love that Demetrius is endlessly curious about the place he lives in. i love that everyone in Pelican Town hates poppies except Penny. i love that most of the biome ecology and crop catalog make no sense geographically. i love that people say the crops take forever to grow but actually they grow super fast compared to real life. i love that you get tomatoes within 11 days and don’t have to cover them or worry about them getting too wet. i love that Haley is the only person who will acknowledge your Farm Grime and Stink. i love that you don’t really need to worry about pests eating your crops. i love that you can make basically a protein bar out of a pine cone, an acorn and a maple seed. i love that you can find berries just lying on the ground with no bushes in sight. and i love George.

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Dragon Age 2: Romance Soundtrack

I want to preface this with the fact that this is based on the music I listen to. If you disagree, you are entitled to your opinion. This is just the songs that make me think of these romances :)

Anders - On Your Side by Thriving Ivory

Fenris - Steady as She Goes by The Reconteurs

Isabella - Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

Merrill - I Think I'm in Love by Taylor Acorn

Sebastian - Flowers in the Water by Nathan Evans

[darlingdespairstims]

My Fictional CG list

Marvel -

Storm / ororo munroe

Wolverine / James "Logan" Howlett

Cyclops / Scott Summers

Rouge / Anna Marie

Gambit / Remy Lebeau

Professor X / Charles Xavier

Magneto / Erik lehnsherr

Deadpool / Wade Wilson

Yukio

Spiderman / Peter Parker

Spider-Man 2099 / miguel o'hara

Mystique / Raven Darkhölme

Jean grey

Pavitr Prabhakar

Scarlett witch / Wanda Maximoff

Thor

Loki

Captain America / Steve Rogers

Winter soldier / Bucky Barnes

Black widow / Natasha Romanoff

Sentry / Robert "Bob" Reynolds

White widow / Yelena Belova

Invisible woman / Sue Storm

DC -

Dr strange / Stephen Strange

Batman / Bruce Wayne

Harley Quinn / Harleen Quinzel

Poison ivy / Pamela Isley

Bat girl / Barbara Gordon

Nightwing / dick Grayson

Red hood / Jason Todd

Wonder woman / Diana of Themyscira

Superman / Clark Kent

Starfire

Twisted wonderland -

Leona Kingscolar

Lilia Vanrouge

Azul Ashengrotto

Jamil viper

Divus crewel

Malleus draconia

vil schoenheit

Baldur's gate 3 -

Karlach

Astarion

Halsin

Minthara

Creepypasta -

Jane the killer

Eyeless jack

Jeff the killer

Homicidal Liu

Ticci toby

Ben drowned

Clockwork

Nina the killer

Monster high -

Clawdeen wolf

Venus mcflytrap

Twyla boogieman

Spectra Vondergeist

Lagoona blue

scarah screams

Sirena Von Boo

Robecca Steam

Operetta

Jinafire Long

Catty Noir

Mystic messenger -

ZEN / Hyun Ryu

V / Jihyun Kim

Jaehee Kang

Jumin Han

Identity V -

The photographer / Joseph desaulniers

The violinist / Antonio

The mercenary / Naib Subedar

The Professor / Luchino Diruse

Weeping clown / Joker

The novelist / Orpheus

The Batter / Ganji Gupta

Bloody queen / Mary

"Prisoner" / Luca Balsa

"Knight" / Richard Sterling

Wu Chang / Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu

Psychologist / Ada Mesmer

Genshin Impact -

Kaeya Alberich

Diluc Ragnvindr

Jean

Lisa

Venti

Zhongli

Neuvillete

Ningguang

Beidou

Candace

Dehya

Yae Miko

Arlecchino

Black butler -

Grell Sutcliff

Ciel phantomhive

Sebastian Michaelis

Alois Trancy

Sonic the hedgehog -

Rouge the bat

Amy rose

Blaze the cat

Shadow the hedgehog

Knuckles

Vanillia T. Rabbit

Tikal

Sally acorn

My little pony -

Princess Luna

Princess celestia

Fluttershy

Lyra heartstring

Queen chrysalis

Princess Cadance

Octavia Melody

Mrs. Cup Cake

Sugar belle

Rarity

Apple jack

Zecora

Steven universe -

Garnet

Pearl

Sapphire

Blue Diamond

Mouthwashing -

Curly

Anya

Daisuke

Ever after high -

Madeline Hatter

Briar Beauty

Raven Queen

Blondie Lockes

Ashlynn Ella

Cerise Hood

Arcane -

Vi

Mel

Sevika

Caitlyn

House MD -

Gregory house

Lisa Cuddy

Allison Cameron

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Disney -

Aurora

Jasmin

Ariel

Tiana

Cinderella

Megara

Cookie Run -

Blackberry Cookie

Golden cheese cookie

Dark cocoa cookie

Pure vanilla cookie

White lily cookie

Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

Kouign-Amann Cookie

Royal Margarine Cookie

Tarte Tatin Cookie

Latte Cookie

Almond Cookie

Shining Glitter Cookie

Oyster Cookie

Moonlight Cookie

Financier Cookie

Golden Osmanthus Cookie

Hollyberry Cookie

Caramel Arrow Cookie

Blueberry Pie Cookie

Vampire cookie

Raspberry cookie

Invincible -

Mark Grayson

Debbie Grayson

Eve Wilkins

Miscellaneous characters -

Sally face / sal fisher

Steven Stoughton (strangled red)

The huntress (dead by daylight)

Aren Kuboyasu (Saiki K)

Kenny McCormick (South park)

Kyle Broflovski (South park)

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy {sorta}

Paracelsus (guilty gear)

Testament (guilty gear)

Zane ro'meave (Aphmau)

Aaron Lycan (Aphmau)

Daphne Blake (Scooby Doo)

Gallagher (Honkai : star rail)

Boothill (Honkai : star rail)

Howl (howls moving castle)

Wednesday Adams

Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Barbra Maitland (Beetlejuice)

Lady dimitrescu (residents evil)

Masky/Tim (marble Hornets)

Morticia Adams

Leonardo hofstadter (the big bang theory)

Mikoto Aiura (Saiki K)

Mark Greyson (invincible)

Atom Eve (invincible)

The end..! (≡^∇^≡)

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TRICK OR TREAT 👻💛

A little Sebinis for you to enjoy while in London. 🫴✨

Detention

NSFW - 18+ Only

“Isn't this just splendid?” Sebastian grumbled, raising his lantern to illuminate the twisted trees of the Forbidden Forest.

“You're one to talk,” Ominis shot back with a sharp tone, his wand emitting a pulsing scarlet light. “You got us into this mess, if you recall. And let's not forget, this is my first time getting detention. My family will have my head.”

A slight grin tugged at the corner of Sebastian's lips. "Your first time, huh? Don't worry, Ominis. I'll go easy on you,"

But before Sebastian could continue with another wry remark, Ominis's foot connected swiftly and sharply with his calf.

"Ow! Bloody hell, Ominis," Sebastian chuckled, holding onto his leg as he hobbled. "Alright then, keep your knickers in a knot. Just thought a touch of levity might make this ordeal more bearable." 

“I’m being serious,” Ominis took a deep breath, his usually stoic demeanor cracking with genuine concern. "I fear the punishment that awaits me at home this summer," he confessed.

With a wave of his hand, Sebastian brushed off Ominis' worries. "You need not suffer through it. Join us at Feldcroft once again.”

A dry chuckle escaped Ominis. "My father would rather lock me up in that cold, desolate estate. And if word gets out that you led me astray..." He trailed off. “…well, he may just reduce Feldcroft to ashes.”

And if they discovered the true nature of their relationship...well, they wouldn't hesitate to make both of them pay with their lives.

“And I’ll reduce him to a toad,” Sebastian snarled. "He'll rue the day that he tries to take you away from me,”

Ominis was captivated by Sebastian's daring spirit, akin to a squirrel defiantly guarding its last acorn from a boisterous flock of crows. Recklessness, valor, and foolishness colored him. Was this what had drawn Ominis to him in their first days? His idiocy?

Even so, it was charming—his bravery.

Sebastian found Ominis's hand and held it, intertwining their fingers. His grip tightened, the rough calluses of his palm pressing against Ominis's own. A protective gesture—a familiar one.

"How much further must we go?" Ominis asked, the frosty air biting at his rose-colored cheeks. 

"Not much longer now," he reassured. "But perhaps a break is in order?" With a swift motion, Sebastian set down the lantern. "Shall I start a fire?" he offered.

“And burn down the entire forest? Absolutely out of the question,” Ominis scoffed, his tone sharp and authoritative as he refused the suggestion. But before he could protest further, Sebastian's lips crashed against his own. Ominis froze in shock but quickly gave in to the sudden kiss, inviting those hungry, hot lips.

Just as quickly, Sebastian pulled away, leaving Ominis’s heart whining in protest. His voice dropped into a husky whisper, breaking the stillness of the night air. “Perhaps... a different kind of fire then?”

“What do you mea- mm…” Ominis attempted before feeling Sebastian's lips on his once more, accompanied by a hand slipping down to his trousers. A gasp escaped from his full lips as their tongues desperately intertwined. “Sebast…nnn,” Trouser buttons yielded, and Ominis could immediately sense skilled fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him with practiced precision.

“That's right, be a good boy now,” Sebastian whispered. “Don't make a peep. Our dear Professor isn’t too far off.”

A firm and eager hand traced slow patterns on Ominis's foreskin—unhurried strokes. With each pull, appreciation escaped their lips as they both surrendered to the consuming flames. Ominis's tongue slithered into Sebastian's mouth, the taste of him igniting a fiery desire in his core.

His saliva was thick and hot—molten gold, and Ominis wanted to drink it all in like fine mead. "M-Merlin...ahh," he moaned as Sebastian's movements grew more urgent.

With just a few more calculated strokes, Ominis exploded in a white-hot release all over Sebastian's hand.

Sebastian deftly cleaned up with a flick of his wand, leaving no trace behind. But what remained unchanged was Ominis's state: panting, flushed, and dripping with sweat.

"Well then, it seems detention was good for something after all," Sebastian quipped.

[idalenn]

With a good chunk of the outline now solidified, I went back and rewrote the first chapter of Lillian's canon now that I have a better idea of her character. I'm still keeping the 1st person bit, though. I like it too much. Same with using bolded text to represent Echo-translated dialogue.

Setting: Elpis (6.0)

Words: 3598

“To a rat in a maze, the end is where the start begins.” – Noah Sebastian

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“How do you become a part of someone else’s family? You don’t, and you never do.” Y, Marjorie Celona

I judged the tree less the product of nature’s will, and more a mammoth growth reaching for the empty, blue-black sky with unshaven arms. The lifeless soil, chill winds, and lack of protection from the oppressive sun should have eaten what little nourishment it might have received, yet it stood in defiance of all botanical knowledge. I pulled the borrowed robe tighter around my body when the wind kicked up, as if to further mock me, and stung the scars adorning my face.

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Paper-thin slivers chipped off and fell to the earth with a rap of my fist, with several stuck onto the fibers of my glove as it came away. Far too fragile, the thing was; no tree born from a seed splintered this easily, but nature was denied freedom in this place, as I was coming to learn. Its overseers had instead chosen to swell their lands pregnant with imitations of the natural world below, isolating themselves, and their precious concepts, from influence deemed beyond control. Even the scholars of Sharlayan sought to provide their beasts in underground Labyrinthos with flesh and blood prey to loose upon, and dark, rich soil on which to chase, wealth to nurture the flora.

Casting my eyes upward, I counted clusters of blooming flowers on every branch. Golden petals bled to red at the tips. Down below on the earth lay naught but grass. No orphan acorns. No pinecones. No discernable way for seeds to spread. It is just as well; there are no clouds to provide rain so any would quicken. Keeping with their vision, the architects of this land have built their castle above the clouds, and so weather has become of no consequence to them.

The leaves bear a sweet scent, like raspberry jam, and my stomach is teased into rumbling. I placed one onto my tongue. Discovering it tasted like any other broad leaf, I was reminded of the carved fanciful soaps a merchant once tried to sell me whilst I burned under the Ul’dah sun. He had presented one shaped like a clutch of grapes for me to try which I had promptly taken between my teeth before fleeing the market, my tail between my legs, clouds of sputtered bubbles behind. My stomach turned now as it did then, brought about by this facsimile, gut now becoming the battlefield for a three-sided war: birth, duty, and logic. My gloves were halfway off before I realized what I was doing and shoved them back on. Too long had it been since bark ground against my fingers, stuck calluses full with familiar splinters. A tree is a tree is a tree, my soul has – annoyingly – decided, even if false and hollow artisan’s work. Hugging the trunk, gloved fingers digging into the grooves, I began the ascent, and a young voice below begged me for an onze of care.

“I was born for this. Fret not, child,” I shouted, taking care not to show her a chuckle as I reached for a length of branch which had seen calmer days: a face’s width had been smashed down, the bark cracked by force of impact. A quick jerk proved it was still stable enough for successful use by me.

Though the gloves occasionally made finding an ideal grip difficult, my ascension proceeded without issue, but other causes for discomfort began to appear. No small life dotted the tree. No spiders, insects, or worms lay or lived in its skin unlaced by webbing. Cocoons were nowhere in sight. A shiver crept through my bones.

My quarry dangled from a green stem, one of several nestled in a wreath of flowers around a branch just beyond my reach. If the one below had been anxious before, what I was about to attempt would send its heart fluttering in all ways neither of us desired. The thought drove my own heart to beat louder. A real tree, a real branch with thick, living wood would support my weight easily, but this sculpture gave no hints as to how its branches would handle my miqo’te body. Height was bestowed upon me in excess by the Lover (not that such a gift has been without usefulness) and while I’ve been given a simple robe to wear in place of my weighty armor, time and trial and necessity of duty have wrought no small amount of muscle from this flesh. Entire yalms worth of distance would I plunge if it snapped. What a way for this journey to end: lain low by a simple fall, all because I had accepted a request to pick apples for one met only that day. And a concept, no less. Not a person – a creation. A humble (if embarrassing) end for the Warrior of Light. But I have endured to create a home from this body. By the scars I wore, I had emerged the victor over nature. I refuse to give up this flesh in folly.

Once certain the branch was firmly in my grip, I left the safety of the tree trunk and began swinging hand over hand along the branch as if it were a tightrope, the wood surprising me with its sturdiness. Whereas natural wood would have bobbed up and down to my movements, the branch I hung from remained stiff even as my body swung in the open air, tickled by chill across every spot armor once protected.  

Now close enough, I reached out with fingers trembling, my other hand still clenching the branch above my head, nervous over thoughts of the fruit turning to paste, or how it would combust in my grip, but the apple responded in no such manner. No bruises, no signs of decay; a healthy red sheen and solid feel in my palm. Perfect enough to have been pulled straight from a painting. Following instinct to brush the apple against my clothing to clean it as I had done with countless others would have only sullied the fruit. Plucking another, I deposited both into the pocket of the borrowed black robes along with a handful of flower petals. With quarry secured, the time had come to return to the ground.

Releasing my grip on the branch, I let myself drop.

Aether flew forth from within me, emerald fading clear into the air as it rippled like summer heat, diverting rivers to flow about me and dull the descent’s sharpest edge.

Below, the earth shuddered at my aether’s touch. I commanded it reshape, simultaneously returning freedom to the wind while grass and flowers parted to expose smooth, brown earth, before curving a slice upwards. Knees bent in preparation for the ramp, my momentum was preserved by the incline. I slid along its surface, surfing on the soles of equally borrowed shoes, hair grey as storm clouds flying behind me, ears fluttering, tail countering the motions to maintain stability, the mixed expression of surprise and glee on the awaiting concept’s face strangely finer in my veins than any drink. Once my slide came to a halt, I gave it a deep bow.

“That – That was –”

“Amazing?” I finished, tossing one of the apples. It caught the fruit in slim hands mid-clap. Bluebird wings about its head picked up where the hands left off, beating joy for me to see.

“Yes! Very much amazing, yes!”

“Thank you, Meteion. I try.” Taking bits of the black robe between my fingers, I attempted to curtsy, but the robe’s length rendered the gesture impossible to see. Entire fistfuls would needs be lifted over my head for a proper display. Meteion’s childlike head cocked in confusion like a beast’s. It placed the apple onto the ground before picking up the edges of its own blue dress from around what one might have called knees, only leaning forward slightly on its pair of scrawny avian legs in a rough imitation.

“Close enough.” It smiles at that. “Now, I believe you mentioned these apples needing syrup? Where would we find some?”

“Euanthe! She lives in a building on the west row, usually. I can take us to her!” Sapphire eyes sparkled up at me from a cherub face.

“Good, because I know naught of any row in this place. Lead on, then.” Picking its apple back up, Meteion takes off at a brisk pace, myself in tow. Twin feather tails flap behind it, as though the concept were attempting to take flight.

As we return towards the plaza, the grass underfoot becomes carved, white stone. Hills turn to stairways. The rivers and trees give way to angular structure and architecture. Nature is shaven down, restricted, and molded to fit into strips. At the plaza’s center, a chunk of polished blue crystal suspended in air by magicks older than my language turns ponderously slow. Here, others clad in robes like mine mill about. Most still choose to wear their pale white masks, while those who forgo them instead hang the masks around the neck, though not one still dons the hood. A lucky thing, as wearing both makes distinguishing one from another a hopeless endeavor. Here, in Elpis, the qualities of man are allowed greater liberty.

Meteion guides me to one such person sitting on the edge of a fountain, built into the side of a railed stairway. The woman holds in her hand a pink reptilian creature, one tan finger stroking the fronds of skin ringing its head while a cluster of alike others look on from the water’s edge. She snorts as it toothlessly nibbles at the auburn hair falling past her shoulders. As we approach, Meteion is greeted with a warm smile, but the mask hiding the woman’s eyes makes it impossible to discern if the welcome is also extended to me.

As her mouth opens to speak, I strengthen my stance. What leaves are not words, but a cacophonous tidal wave of sound.

[“Meteion, always a pleasure to see you. Hermes has allowed you out on your own, I take it?”]

Even having prepared, I still stagger. A symphony of cannon blasts with every syllable. Forge smiths by the legion hammering steel into shape on the anvil. My ears ring, and my eyes well up with tears as alien words write familiar shapes in my mind.

“Yes, Euanthe, but I am not alone.” It held a hand to me. “Lillian is accompanying-ing me. Please greet her kindly.”

[“Is that so?”] Euanthe bobs her head up and down in obvious examination of me from head to toe. [“He’s allowed the company of another familiar? And one with such a curious design? What results does he mean to extrapolate from this, I wonder?”]

In my pocket, I root around for the flower petals taken from the tree. Popping one into my mouth, I force myself to chew. Bitter and unpalatable with no purpose other than to look appealing. Again, nothing like the petals of home, but chewing stops me from spitting back any sour replies as my innards crawl under her gaze.

“Euanthe, might we borrow some of your aether?” Meteion asks.

[“For what purpose?”]

Meteion holds out the apple. “For syrup!”

[“Oh, you want a candied apple.”] Euanthe releases the lizard back down to the water and its family. [“I suppose I do still remember the process, but…”] She shakes her head. [“Meteion, if I remember correctly, you weren’t designed to eat.”]

The concept wilts at the words, arms retracting to its chest, the wings on its head falling limp. “That’s right, but I want to share in eating with Lillian.”

[“Maybe next time when Hermes accompanies you. Or, perchance, he could manifest one for you. He himself is partial to candied apples.”]

“I like them too.”

Euanthe scratches her head. [“While it may seem that way, do keep in mind your ability to feel the emotions of others. What pleasure Hermes derives from eating is felt by you also. Such was his wont when he made you, Meteion. You may be mistaking his feelings for your own.”] She held out an open hand. [“As a precaution, I must ask you relinquish the apple you have procured.”]

Meteion dragged one foot across the ground, though “foot” was the wrong word entirely. “Foot” was too reminiscent of man. Every visible ilm of skin extending from the hem of the dress was of a leather with blueish-green complexion, ending in a claw, like a bird’s appendage. The talons – four of them, black as onxy, one for each toe-like structure – scratched lines into the stone. My ears fluttered irritably at the sound, as did my tail towards Euanthe.

“I’m sorry, Lillian.” It says weakly, handing over the apple with the same pathetic reluctance of a child returning stolen sweets to their mother. Woe is me, I’ve been caught. My own heart feels a pang for this waist-tall carved soap of a child and its face flushed with youth.

It takes a moment to find my words again. “Once Hermes’ meeting is adjourned, I’m certain we can bother him for one.”

“An excess of faith you place, Lillian, in that adjudicator he now hosts.”

The voice drifts down from the stairs above.

“Had you any hope for a swift resolution, I daresay I must needs dash it thoroughly. Emet-Selch’s adherence to duty remains legendary, consideration for others’ time being the lowest of his priorities.”

As always, the first moments of her appearance are the worst.

From her hair to her robes to her skin to the mask at her collar, to even her eyebrows, pure, brilliant white catches and reflects the midday sun directly into my eyes. As they adjust, her own piercing ones come into focus, rings of crystal blue around the pupils. Her other features remain washed out. Flat. A ghastly mask in portrait until what remains, too, comes into visibility: high cheeks, an upturned nose, grooves beneath the eyes and the corners of the mouth from a few faint drops of age, and from smiles repeatedly held.

She leans against the railing, flashing us teeth gleaming and perfect from on high. Even now, she looks comfortable in her position. She is too at peace here, in her people’s castle, floating at the edge of heaven where blue and cloud meld, where, if I remain long enough, I would behold the moon from so short a distance between us that I might discern every crater on its surface with eye alone instead of through some strange Sharlayan glass contraption.

[“Greetings to you, Venat. To what do we owe the pleasure?”]

“’Twould seem Hermes has attracted our Convocation’s attention, for reasons I can only fathom. Our eminent Emet-Selch carries out the interview as we speak, supplemented by the Chief of the Bureau of the Architect. Before it began, I and Hermes bade this one,” she points at me, “Keep Meteion content until they adjourned.”

[“This familiar is of your making?”] A scowl pulls back my lips to expose the fangs beneath.

Venat laughs. “Never would I claim such.” Stepping back, she plants one foot on the railing. Meteion’s hand takes mine and begs retreat. With so little effort that it might have been mistaken for any at all, Venat pushes off the railing and into the air, her impact as she lands sending a quiver through the stone. She even brushes away dirt from her shoulder as if any were there to begin with. The urge to roll my eyes nearly overtakes me. “More accurate to say she belongs to a dear friend. But what of your discussion with these two before? Of eating candied apples? I would hear more if it pleases you.”

[“Very well. As I explained to Meteion, she is not designed for the consumption of food. As she is Hermes’ concept, I fear I must decline her request in addition to confiscating the apple she had found, lest she potentially cause harm to her being.”]

Nodding, Venat looked between the apple and Meteion. “She is incapable of eating?”

[“That is not entirely accurate. While she does possess a functional digestive tract as well as all necessary bodily structures and operations for the eating and processing of sustenance, intestines and such, she will derive no nutrition or tangible benefits from doing so. What’s more, her finer details have yet to be made public by Hermes himself. I would not know how eating would affect her aetheric balance. Rather he were present at this time to observe and correct any inadequate results.”]

“Well said, Euanthe. I daresay your logic is impeccable.”

[“I appreciate your sentiment on this matter.”]

“Then,” she began, “Might I ask you close your eyes to this?” Euanthe’s mouth drooped open without response. “Should anything unsavory come about from this reckless decision of mine, you shall be counted blameless.”

Swallowing, Euanthe nodded. She held out the apple for Venat. [“Are you certain of this?”]

“I am.” Venat replied, taking the apple and handing it to Meteion, who accepted it with a grateful smile.

[“If that is your wish, Venat, I bid you farewell.] She gave each of us a short bow before striding off at a brisk pace not once looking back.

Clapping her hands together, Venat flashed us a mouth brimming with perfect teeth once more. “Meteion, I believe you were fraught with desire for some syrup? You as well, Lillian?”

“Yes! Yes, Venat! Please, will you spare some of your aether for us?” Meteion held her apple aloft. I silently held up my own. That ungodly assault on my senses has never grown any easier to endure, but a few more seconds of peace should leave me feeling whole again. As whole as can be, anyroad.

Venat whistled, warbling like a bird as if trying to attract a cloudkin of the forest. Sure enough, two of the pink lizards stuck out their heads from the water and crawled onto the stone wall Euanthe had sat. She leaned down to them, offering her hand for them to scamper onto, which they did with gusto.

“An axolotl, how lovely.” She patted the creatures on their heads with the tip of her finger. Eyes like black beans blinked once before the axolotls melted into emerald and orange light. Meteion clapped her hands excitedly, her eyes sparkling. The ancient spread the light over our apples with a wave of her hand. As it winked out, the light was replaced with a sticky, brown syrup smelling of cloves and cinnamon.

A small part of me lost its appetite.

A second, smaller, part of me argued profusely against how no such emotion was felt when I had previously witnessed this. Emet-Selch had done the same with a butterfly-like creature wide as I was tall. A snap of his fingers had converted the being into the articles I now wore. Every ancient in attendance here wore a similar creature, like as not, Venat included. Was it really any different than the leathers worn by so many in my home, or the beasts I myself had skinned for use in clothing time and again? The first part wailed, “Of course it is!”

“Is it not to your liking?” Venat asked.

“Perhaps I’m not as hungry as believed.” I said with mouth traitorously watered.

“Hesitate not to ask if there is aught you require, for full glad will I be to provide any and all you ask for.” Meteion tries to exult Venat’s praises through a mouthful of sticky fruit, and like a mother proud of her daughter’s first mewlings, she returns an understanding grin. I now know where to shove mine once it needs another. “Now, if you are ready, I have found a spot well-suited for our undertaking. One far from curious ears.”

“I don’t suppose your interest in my tales has waned at all?” I asked.

“You would ask if my interest in the greatest of vast unknowns has declined? That I might let an opportunity such as this pass me by as easily as day turns to night?” A mischievous spark graces her eye. “And here I believed you knew me well.”

Venat winks before departing, as if there’s a hidden jest held between us intended to be laughed over in our solitary moments before sleep. Meteion follows behind, syrup from an egg that resembles an apple staining cheeks that look like flesh. If I do not follow, I will soon be alone. Venat will turn, noticing what is amiss, and she will question what lingers on my thoughts and causes me hesitation. I will have no answer. I may as well be trapped in my infant body, all the words I wish to say clear and sharp in my head but dead the instant they step onto my tongue, unable to leave, driving me instead to scream until someone, anyone, tries their damnedest to discern its cause on their own.

So I follow.

I follow because I am being told to come along. I follow because I have a task from those in my homeland, and a task from the one I have come to find. There exists a third reason that I fear will show on my face if dwelled upon in excess, thus it shall be buried for a time in the deepest recess of my soul; the only organ that belongs to me, and me alone. From her piercing eyes and intuition will this secret be safe. She shall not divine it with the same ease as she did my reason for arriving here, before she revealed it to all present with her damning words.

“I say...have you perchance come from the future?”

[bibiddibobiddi-boo]

Masterlist

Here is the masterlist for you travellers to locate yourselves better!

Genshin Impact

Ancestors - Genshin oc

Harvest - Minor Kaeya x oc/Klee babysitting

Gourd - Alhaitham x Kaveh in Modern AU

Cool - Klee and Albedo fluff/sibling relationship

Scorpion - Alhaitham x Kaveh

Archer - Collei and Tighnari platonic fluff

My snowman and me - Childe x Oc fluff

Challenge - Childe x Oc fluff

Deep down - Neuvillette x Oc platonic angst

Through the eyes of a child - Alhaitham x Kaveh by Collei

Twisted Wonderland

Ember - Twst oc

Acorn - Ace and Deuce platonic

Cornucopia - First years + Yuu

Football - Pomefiore trio

Leaves - Leona x GN!Reader

Hayride - First years chaos

Holiday - First years + minor Ace x Yuu fluff

The curse of you and I - Ace x Yuu angst (pt 1)

Hey, hey, hey lover - Ace x Yuu angst (pt 2)

Another night I think of you - Ace x Yuu angst (pt 3)

Rumors - Ace x Yuu angst (pt 4)

I'm not sorry.... - Ace x Yuu angst

French!Yuu

Look at me! - Platonic Vil and Epel

Brazilian!Yuu

Abi Al-Asim - Oc

Victoria Zigvolt - Oc

Imani Akello - Oc

Nigel Klaus - Oc

Sleepover - Epel x oc

Sebastian Buchanan - Oc

Camille Flamme - Oc

Yuubi [REDACTED] - Yuusona

Obey Me

Venom - Lucifer x GN!MC

Vote - 7 brothers

Tradition - Mammon x F!MC

Voyage - Satan x GN!MC

Thanksgiving - 7 brother + GN!MC platonic fluff

Shopping - Mammon x F!MC

Morn - Lucifer x F!MC

Nuts - Beelzebub fluff

"Belphie, yes!" - Diavolo x Lucifer, minor Satan x Oc, crack, fluff

Hush little baby, don't you cry - Lucifer angst

Wrong book! - Satan chaos + minor Diavolo x Lucifer

Riordanverse

Warriors - Chiron angst

Rake - CHB fluff

Nerve - slight Clarisse de La Rue angst

Black Butler

Topaz - Sebastian Michaelis x Oc (pt 1)

Chrysanthemum - Sebastian Michaelis x Oc (pt 2)

Cooking - Sebastian Michaelis x Oc (pt 3)

Oven - Sebastian Michalies x Oc (pt 4)

Autumn - Sebastian Michaelis x Oc (final part)

The angel I waited for - Sebastian Michaelis x Oc angst

Crossovers

Leeches - Twst x Black Butler AU

Poetry

Mother, chère Mère - half in french

Eternal sleep

Dear Angel

Son of Beauty

Psyche

Ganymedes

Apollo

Darling do you hear?

Free Fall - Cw: Suicide

You

Sou - in portuguese

Néant - in french

Sea - Cw: Suicide

[vasyandii]

Heyo!

Wandering by (again) and was curious what they’d all think about crows (yourself included).

Liiiike if a crow took a liking to Nak or Krueger and left them little bobbles (acorns, paper clips, coins, random stuff) for some peanuts or something.

Anyway! Love your art very much, always a joy to see your content.

-the raven in the corner

Howdy Anon!! I personally love crows; they're so smart like people and their feathers are so colorful! Thank you so much for the ask! 💞💞

KRUEGERNAK - How Do They Feel About Crows?

Creator's Note: This is purely based off of my interpretations of the characters and are bound to change in the future.

Krueger

I don't really think..Krueger likes animals all that much xD. Not that he dislikes them, but more that he's kind of neutral about most - though I feel he'd be quite fond of crocodiles (they look cool) and hunting dogs (are useful) .

Maybe it has to do with how his brain works or how Sebastian was raised. A father that he was afraid of and took on hunting trips at an early age, Sebastian could easily butcher a rabbit at 12; so it seems to have made him have trouble having the same fondness with animals.

Crows, are one of the animals he's familiar with, and he likes that. He won't go out of his way to feed one or interact with one, but would be picking up any feathers they might've dropped.

I don't think he'd know how smart crows actually are (loser) since it's.. not knowledge one would remember. So he'd think that the trinkets they left for him are either junk for their nests or something Nak left for them.

Nak

She doesn't allow herself to get close to animals; she was raised to not have any opportunity to enjoy things like having an animal she likes because training was her top priority.

I think she enjoys crows since she's basically dating one xD. Birds remind her of him, especially when they are loud and give her random things found on the ground.

She might not understand why the crows are leaving bobbles and trinkets on her balcony table but she'll keep them in a little jar to look at. She's superstitious, so their gifts seem like good omens :3

Thank you for reading! I hope my answers suffice :D if you have any questions or need clarification I'm always here!

[hcneypie]

@lnsomnivm:

days had gone by in the dingy basement bedroom that only became more disastrous as the hours ticked by . only the hum of his computer ( left on , for gods know what reason ) broke the silence ; until a familiar knock ripped sebastian from his half-torpor . his face scrunched in vague irritation , ( though how could he really be upset ? that voice was the only welcomed one that could come to mind , even if the energy was a little too high for his current state of his mind ) . sebastian rolled under the covers until his face burrowed in the safe confines of his pillow , and a tired groan of protest escaped his lips . ❝ it's open , dude . just come in . ❞

oh, he didn't like that tone. if there was anything sam's learned about sebastian by now, it would be the fact he resented having his solitude interrupted by anything & anyone. could it be one of those days .. ? it better not had been. more than anyone he would know the appeal to a comfy bed & warm blankets stacked on top of a sleepy body. but this guy could take it to the extreme, much to sam's dismay. and it wasn't just a hey, you skipped another band practice this week kind of worry ( albeit sebastian's absence was clear & louder than any drums and bass guitar ).

❝ m'kay, ❞ his little announcement was neither eloquent nor necessary, and in just a few seconds sam was kicking the heavy wooden door shut before leaning against the planks. the room was ... a mess. and so was its owner, but he knew better than to point all that out. maybe he'll pick some of those empty cans later ... if he remembers to.

❝ vince says hi, and i've a little something from him. it's a personalized gift, look! ❞ the gift in question would be a poor quality acorn figurine with a small & spiky pine cone for head & hair. ❝ being an artist sure is our family thing huh? ❞

[ask-andrew-montrose]

*You're on a hiking trip at the edge of the Forbidden Forest when something suddenly hits you on the head, an acorn? You look around to see who the culprit was. When your gaze lands on me, I just nod towards @ask-sebastian and shrug innocently.*

*narrows eyes at both of you*

What did we say about throwing food items? If you want to throw your nuts at me, you're going to have to ask nicely.

[olympestael]

𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍

ooc: os presentes listados foram entregues pessoalmente por olympe ou deixados nos respectivos dormitórios antes do dia 25, já que ela não foi vista no castelo durante esse dia! e sim, muitos presentes foram dados porque é uma das linguagens do amor dela, mas saibam que vai negar todos os rolês daqui pra frente porque está completamente pobre.

• tony (@princesasapatona): esses foram especificamente deixados no quarto da princesa, já que sabia que não se encontrariam no dia. havia uma caixinha com um anel de folhas de carvalho, cujo significado, de acordo com sua pesquisa pessoal, é: representatividade de força, estabilidade e nobreza — símbolos que lembram-na da princesa. além disso, se combinado com acorns como no design, também podem representar poder, vitória e autoridade. em outra caixinha, deixou uma vela perfumada e suas antigas anotações sobre tony em seus diários ao longo dos anos. por fim, também deixou uma adaga enrolada em um lenço.

• andré (@andrc): seguindo a linha de presentes que lembravam olympe da pessoa em questão, escolheu um conjunto de partituras de músicas que recordavam-na do príncipe e/ou acreditava que iria gostar, às quais embalou junto com um tocador de discos vintage, uma vela perfumada e uma versão falsificada dessa caneta (porque vinte e cinco mil reais é muita coisa)

• gabriel (@guardadoprincipe): para gabriel, olympe tentou e falhou miseravelmente na tarefa de fazer um caderno ela mesma, então buscou comprar um que fosse feito à mão e lhe lembrasse do irmão adotivo. também comprou uma vela perfumada, uma adaga e um suéter para usar no frio. e como uma forma de agradecer pelo guarda estar cuidando de si nos últimos meses, especialmente, também fez um bolo de laranja com calda seguindo a receita da senhora trintignat e deixou em seu dormitório.

à seguir estão as pessoas que olympe pode até não ser tão próxima no momento, mas que as interações compartilhadas foram o suficiente para que quisesse ao menos presentear de alguma forma!

• céline (@celivailles): ciente de que a mulher também tem um colar que não tira, muito similar ao seu, olympe tentou comprar uma gargantilha que combinasse com a peça.

• seraphine (@seraphineum): o anel foi uma lembrança instantânea da mulher para si.

• nicolás (@borbonsg): compartilhando o amor por cavalos, olympe tentou comprar algo que o lembrasse disso, terminando com um broche.

• sebastian (@illcasprince): também comprou um broche para o príncipe de illea, mas terminou a compra incerta se iria gostar.

• bernard (@bernwrd): para o guarda, comprou esse pingente e uma corrente combinando.

• vivienne (@vivimartin): para a selecionada, comprou essa gargantilha de borboleta, um animal à qual assimila muito sua imagem, talvez por assimilar a de louis às flores.

• louis (@flowerbcy): exatamente por assimilar o homem às flores, e como uma forma de agradecer pelas conversas que tiveram sobre, encomendou esse caderno no mesmo lugar que o de gabriel.

• maelle (@mgwan): o dela não é para ela em si. após resgatarem os filhotes de gato juntas, olympe enviou uma coleira para caso a selecionada desejasse adotar um deles ou qualquer outro animal no futuro.

[dragonstepp]

Sam

No, I do not have direct chats with Sam, as I recently "bragged", though I do have addresses of some of his enterprises, and I occasionally write "to him" just for fun. Today I chatted with him about the big people he has worked with, including the fabulous Gillian Anderson, who also appears with Jamie Dornan in an Irish film about a serial killer, with her as the police person brought over from London to Ulster to help close down an open crime there. Jamie is the serial killer, and the series lasts over several years of the search. The series is called The Fall, and I get it on Acorn. It does not have Sam, but there are actors in it that involve people who have worked with Sam.

One of the actors is Gillian was with him in The Spy Who Dumped Me, and if you like Sam for his acting, it is a hilarious movie. It is also with Mila Kunis and Kate McKinnon in that movie where he plays a man with MI5 and is named Sebastian. It is also a brill comedy.

I also told him in a letter to one of his organizations that I "own" a square foot of land on an estate in the Kingdom of Fife that was something a Scottish Environmental Organization when I answered a plea to send money to help save the trees in Scotland. Just a way to salute that gorgeous man who is way too younger than I am.

I mean, why in hell would Sam be interested in an 83=year-old woman. I do operate with common sense.

carol in austin

[ofmermaidstories]

mer *hands on shoulders* pls help me get excited about sdv bc I have the game on every single console I own but I have never been able to get into it but I DESPERATELY want to. pls sell the game to me 😭😭😭😭

hmmmmmmmMMM. do you like relaxing nice games that don’t stress you out? if you do don’t play. 💀 HOWEVER, if you like the rewarding satisfaction of arriving to a new town where everyone’s a dick to you and then stalk them into submission until they all universally love you, then have at it, i reckon. 😌 i like piddling around on my farm digging up acorns and pinecorns and smashing open random containers that wash up on the cove’s shores, so the early-game grind of like, setting up the farm so that it made enough money that i could do whatever i wanted without going broke was what kept me going with my second save! also restoring the community gave me something to like, remember to focus on, so if i got bored and dropped the game i still had that to recentre me. 🥹 i treat stardew like i treat animal crossing: new horizons—something fun to wander around in and pick up random things. i’ve only recently gotten the hang of combat, in the skull caverns—that adds something too, because i like trying to find prismatic shards (i’ve only found two so far 😔). but what else? 🧐 you can make mayonnaise and then drink it in front of npcs and they’ll be like “ew” or “what?” and it will make u laugh. 😌 and, of course, you can date!! people make a lot of noise over the dateables. there is an alcoholic called shane who is quite soggy and sad BUT if you get enough hearts with him you will be able to buy blue chickens. they have curly tail feathers!!! i like elliot, he lives on the beach and mopes on a bridge or reads in the library. there’s also a doctor called harvey you can date, he’s into airplanes! sebastian still lives at home with his mum and stepdad, but he rides a motorcycle. there’s emily and haley, they’re sisters—emily is older and likes crystals and mystical woo woo things and haley is mean LMAO, she treats you like DIRT until she starts warming up to you (she likes sunflowers and coconuts and pink cake). leah lives out in the forest and has the cutest house, she always decorates it for the season. 🥺 she’s an artist!!! she does a lot of sculpture. she’s also quite forward LOL. ummmm there’s sam, he’s a cutie, he does tricks on his skateboard. his little brother is my little bestie, i bribe him with snails and cranberry candy. maru is seb’s stepsister and tbh she seems like a true loner in the town—kinda isolated? but she works in the clinic with harvey and she likes using her telescope to see the stars. alex was my first love—he’s a jock, and he’s also mean when you first meet him LMAOOO. he likes summer and the beach and wants to go pro one day. you can give everyone in town gifts and birthday gifts—i like giving stuff to kent, the ptsd-riddled veteran who’s come back from what sounds like a P.O.W camp? he’s married to jodi—they’re sam and vincent’s parents! the mayor is kinda ok. you can find his boxers in his girlfriend’s room and if you wanna you can put them in the summer luau’s giant soup pot and make him really mad lmaooo.

if you have the game on pc, you’ll have the 1.6 update, which is meant to add so much to the game too, like new secrets and stuff. 🥺 im only on my switch so i haven’t been able to play with it but from what i’ve seen and read of the update, starting a new save with 1.6 is a whole new ballgame!!!!

[lorriiraine]

AI songs I need in my life of …

Song AI Artists, this is for you!

✨Sebastian Sallow✨

- Hurt - Johnny Cash (I would DIE hard for his version, it fits perfectly somehow to older Seb 🥺🤌🏻)

- Everybody loves me - OneRepublic (Because it’s true, come on)

- Used to be young - Miley Cyrus (Impossible I know but it would be so cool 😭)

- If I killed someone for you - Alec Benjamin

- Uncomfortable Numb - Arrows in Action,

Taylor Acorn

- Shape of you - Ed Sheeran

✨Ominis Gaunt✨

- family line - Conan Gray

- I don’t dance - Highschool Musical

- Can’t help falling in love - Elvis Presley

- Water fountain - Alec Benjamin

✨!femMC✨

- Don‘t blame me - Taylor Swift

- Blind eyed - Anna Blue

Extra: Duets with !femMC

- Partners In Crime - Set it off, Ash Costello

- Can I have this dance? - Highschool Musical (how romantic would that be?! 😭😭♥️)

Duetts with Ominis

- The Boys Are Back - Highschool Musical

PLEASE SUPPORT MY DELULU STATE AND MAKE SOME OF THEM REAL 🥲🥲

Feel free to add your „Hopefully one day“ songs 🥲🥲♥️♥️