#Care for Magical Creatures Blog

[sparrowswritingnest]

"...again..."

[yua0ra]

𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞… 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?

WARNINGS: theodore nott x hufflepuff!fem!reader, speechless!theo (lol), bold reader, mentions of weed, mentions of mattheo riddle, SFW, not proofread. english is not my first language.

miscellaneous ☆

SUMMARY: House stereotypes don’t define the personality of a student, more the values and the attitude that they are more likely to lean on. Theo learns this when he has to leave his shyness aside and ask you for a little favor.

WC: 2.7K AN: My first Theo blog! SO thrilled! More to come tho :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

Theodore Nott has hit his breaking point. His Herbology final is around the corner, and despite hours of studying, he feels so annoyingly unprepared. It’s the one subject where he truly needs help, and it couldn’t have come at a worse time.

Enzo, his usually reliable study buddy, is knee-deep in preparing for his practical exam in Care of Magical Creatures. Mattheo, on the other hand, has absolutely no interest in anything beyond the most basic knowledge of plants, only venturing into the greenhouse when he’s collecting a bit of weed for his own purposes. Draco and Blaise? Well, they’re too wrapped up in their own world, more concerned with their latest gossip than anything remotely academic. Pansy? Yeah, that’s not even an option.

So, Theo’s left with one option:

You.

The sweet, intelligent Hufflepuff who most definitely knows how to have fun, attending literally each and every party that the school has thrown yet when required, sits in the corner of the library, your nose buried in a book, always so effortlessly composed. The one person in the entire school who seems to have a natural talent for Herbology.

You’ve caught his eye for a while now, but he’s too shy, too nervous to approach you. He spends far too much time admiring you from afar, but that’s all he’s ever done—watching you as you confidently navigate through the subject he struggles with, never knowing how to bridge the gap between you two.

Desperation is a powerful motivator, though. He’s tried every other option and failed. With no other choice, Theo finds himself standing outside the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, heart pounding, mind racing. He rehearses what he’ll say in his head—should he be casual? Straightforward? Or maybe play it off like it’s no big deal? But the words don’t seem to come.

The thing is, despite his reputation, despite his intimidating family name and the distance he keeps from others, there’s something about you that disarms him completely. You’re not like the others. You’re kind, warm, and so elegant, so put together, it leaves him feeling self-conscious about his own fumbling attempts at social interaction.

But there’s no other way. He’s backed into a corner. Theo takes a deep breath, pushes past his nerves, and steps forward. It’s now or never.

“Hey Mate! You coming or what?“ He looks up, a friendly Hufflepuff holding the door for him.

Truly, they are nice. A Slytherin would never, ever, invite another fellow student into their sacred den.

Theo hesitates, wondering if he’s made a huge mistake. What if you turn him away? What if you laugh at him for asking such a stupid thing? His heart pounds louder in his chest as he takes another step forward, determined to follow through.

He finds the common room in a quiet lull—no loud chatter, no bustle of students. Only the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth and the occasional rustle of pages turning. Then he sees you. You’re curled up in an armchair near the window, your bright eyes scanning a textbook, and for a moment, Theo stands there, just watching. The way the warm light from the fire dances off your hair, the way you lean in slightly as you read—it’s all so hypnotising, so you.

His throat tightens, and he suddenly feels foolish for not having prepared more. The sharpness of his thoughts cuts through the haze of nervousness, and he realizes this is exactly why he’s never managed to speak to you before. He’s always been too scared. Too unsure.

But before he can talk himself out of it, he’s already moving toward you. His footsteps are quiet, almost tentative, but you notice him as he approaches, lifting your head to meet his eyes. That instant eye contact is enough to send his stomach into a nervous knot, but he forces himself to stand tall.

“Hey, uh… I, uh… Could I ask you a favor?” Theo’s voice cracks slightly as he starts, and he curses himself internally. Why does he have to sound so awkward?

There’s a curious expression in your eyes, as though you weren’t expecting him to ask but aren’t exactly surprised either. You raise an eyebrow, and a small smile plays on your lips.

“If you’re looking for Enzo, he’s with Hagrid right now,” you begin, your voice calm, like you’re relaying a mundane piece of information, and Theo blinks in confusion, sitting down opposite of you but waiting for the rest. “And if you’d like to know where the stash is, it’s behind the Angelicas,” you continue, as if you’re discussing the placement of a few plants rather than something a bit more illegal, that could defiantly get you expelled.

You pause and then add, “I mean, I had to relocate the whole plantation because before, it was under the Venomous Tentacula, and more often than not, instead of getting high, students would get fucking poisoned.”

Theo freezes, his eyes widening in shock. His brain is still trying to catch up with the strange, casual way you’ve just dropped that bit of information. The weed, students getting poisoned. He blinks again, as though his mind needs to reset. “Wait, you’ve been… what?” he finally stammers, unsure of how to respond.

You laugh softly, clearly enjoying the bewildered expression on his face, and lean back in your chair a little, letting the firelight cast a warm glow over your face. “Yeah, it’s been a bit of a headache,” you continue, your tone light and almost mocking, but there’s a sharpness to your words that makes Theo realize you’re completely in control of the situation.

“At first, I had to move everything under the Tentacula because it was… well, convenient, you know? Students wouldn’t even dare to try to steal. But then the bloody thing started getting violent. I lost two strains and a few students before Mattheo and I figured it out.” You chuckle again, shaking your head as if it were just another mishap to add to your long list of Hufflepuff gardening troubles.

Theo freezes, his jaw going slack as his mind races to process your words. Mattheo? He blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of what you just said. Mattheo, his best mate, the guy who couldn’t be bothered to do anything that didn’t directly benefit him, was working with you? In the greenhouse? With you—a Hufflepuff, the sweet, hot and intelligent, did he mentioned hot, student he’d always admired from afar?

“Wait—Mattheo?” Theo stammers, his brain still struggling to catch up. “You and Mattheo are… working together? In the greenhouse?” He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around the idea.

You raise an eyebrow, amused at his reaction. “Oh, yes. He’s actually surprisingly useful when it comes to problem-solving. I’m not saying he’s a botanist or anything, but we managed to figure out how to move the stash without getting caught. I have to give him some credit for that.” You laugh again, enjoying Theo’s stunned expression, as if this were all just another normal part of your life.

He slowly blinks, processing your strange perception of his friend. “Mattheo? Useful? I mean—really?” His voice is a mixture of disbelief and awe. “That’s—uh, that’s not the Mattheo I know.”

You shrug, a wry smile on your face. “Trust me, I was shocked, too. But it turns out he has a knack for finding creative solutions when he’s not too distracted by… other things.” Your smile turns sly, and Theo gets the sense that you’re holding something back, something more than just the simple partnership you’ve described. But the fact that you and Mattheo are so involved with each other in this capacity makes something in him shift—a mix of surprise, confusion, and maybe just a hint of jealousy, though he can’t quite place it.

“Honestly,” you continue, your tone dropping slightly, “he’s actually been a pretty good ally. He knows how to be discreet when it comes to things like this—he’s good at keeping his mouth shut when necessary. You’d be surprised, really.”

‘Yeah, he has definitely kept his mouth shut in regards of whatever this is’ Theo thinks and he can’t help but laugh, though it’s tinged with disbelief. “I’ve never once thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth, especially about him,” he mutters, half in awe, half in confusion. “But—really, the greenhouse? You’ve been doing all of this behind the scenes?.”

You nod, leaning back in your chair slightly, your gaze flicking to the fire. “Yep. It’s been a bit of a secret, but I’m used to keeping things under wraps. Some of us prefer to stay low-key, y’know?“ You flash him a teasing smile, and for a moment, Theo wonders if maybe he’s been misjudging the quiet Hufflepuff house all along.

Theo tries to process the revelation. His mind is still spinning, trying to picture Mattheo in the middle of it all, acting as some sort of ally to you, when he can barely even manage to get through his homework without drama. “I… wow. This is a lot to take in,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck as he lets out a deep breath. “You and Mattheo? That… doesn’t make sense, but it kind of does?”

And it actually does make sense. You’re fucking fit, party girl at heart, cool but apparently laid back, so yeah. He could see why Mattheo had taken an interest in you.

“Well, there’s a lot more to me than just a green thumb,” you say with a grin, obviously enjoying watching him try to piece it all together. “But I’ve must misjudged your reasons as to you approaching me,” you say, the teasing in your tone softening just a bit, “so tell me, Nott,”—and now you flash him a smile, that sweet, knowing smile that makes Theo’s heart skip a beat—“what’s the favour?”

Theo’s throat tightens at the question. The heat rises to his face, a little caught off guard by how smoothly you’ve shifted the focus back on him.

“I—uh, I—” Theo starts, then stops himself, taking a breath. He needs to focus. Focus on the fact that he did come to you for help.

But something about the way you’re looking at him—your eyes sparkling with amusement—makes it hard to think straight. He stares at you for a beat, trying to compose himself, but you’re so easygoing, so effortlessly you, that it’s like you’re pulling him into a side of the world he didn’t know existed.

“I… I really need help with Herbology,” he admits, his voice finally steadying, though it’s clear there’s an under-layer of shyness somewhere in between. “I’m kind of screwed if I don’t get this right. I just—I figured… you’re the best person to ask.” He forces a small, awkward laugh, trying to cover the tension that’s building in his chest.

You watch him, your gaze steady, and something in the way he stumbles over his words makes a knowing smile curl at your lips. There’s a certain vulnerability to Theo that’s only just beginning to peek through, and it’s clear to you that he’s not just here for Herbology help. Maybe he started that way, but now—well, now something else is bubbling underneath.

“Is that all?” you ask, tilting your head slightly, watching the way his cheeks flush with that mix of embarrassment and nervous energy. The way he keeps trying to brush it off, but you know he’s not as composed as he likes to pretend. “You don’t seem like the kind of person who gets rattled by plants.”

Theo shifts uncomfortably in his seat, rubbing the back of his neck again, and you can’t help but find it endearing. He’s trying so hard to play it cool, but it’s obvious he’s a little out of his depth. “I’m not,” he mutters, the words a little quieter now, the walls he tries to put up crumbling just a bit more. “It’s just… I really need to pass this exam. And you’re the best at this stuff.”

You smile again, but this time it’s realer, like you’re letting him breathe for a bit, seeing the genuine panic beneath the surface. “I know,” you say with a quiet confidence, your tone soothing him, almost like you’re comforting him without meaning to. “I’ll help you. It’s not a big deal.”

Theo looks at you, grateful but still a little lost. You seem so calm, so sure of yourself. It’s almost like you’re made of something he can’t quite figure out.

“I… appreciate it,” he says, his voice quieter now, but still genuine. He leans back in his chair, looking down at his hands for a moment, unsure what else to say. But his mind keeps wandering to the way you look at him—how you’ve kept him off balance with your easy smile, the casual way you talk about everything. “I don’t know, it just feels like I’ve got no idea what I’m doing half the time.”

You raise an eyebrow, not letting him off the hook that easily. “Really? You seem like someone who knows exactly what they’re doing most of the time.” The teasing lilt is back in your voice, but there’s something almost… tender underneath it. “Or maybe you just like pretending?”

Theo doesn’t know whether to laugh or be more embarrassed, so he does a little bit of both. “I guess pretending is easier,” he admits, the words coming out before he can stop them, and there’s a quiet honesty in his tone that catches you off guard. “But… you’re not what I expected.”

You look at him curiously, the firelight from the hearth casting a warm glow across your face. “What did you expect, exactly?”

He hesitates for just a moment, before speaking slowly, almost carefully, like he’s weighing each word. “I don’t know. Someone… different. Someone more… Hufflepuffy?” He chuckles awkwardly at the last part, trying to sound casual, but the truth is, he’s starting to realize that he doesn’t really know what he expected. You’ve made him question everything he thought he knew about you, and now all he can do is stare at you in a sort of awe.

You let the silence hang in the air for a beat, your lips curling into a smirk. “Hufflepuffy?” you echo, sounding amused but with a touch of challenge. “So what, you think just because I’m a Hufflepuff, I’m supposed to be all flowers and rainbows? Just because I know how to work with plants and enjoy life doesn’t mean I don’t have a little bit of edge, Nott.”

Theo looks up at you, his heart pounding a little faster, the realization hitting him full force. “Yeah,” he mutters, half to himself, “I guess I didn’t expect you to be this… cool.”

You smile at that, the corners of your lips tilting up in a way that makes his chest feel a little tight. “Cool, huh? I’ll take that.”

For a moment, there’s a soft pause, the tension between the two of you shifting, the way your eyes meet his, the way your smile holds a little bit more meaning, and the way his pulse races just a bit faster. It’s something else, something that’s starting to make him question everything he thought he knew about himself, too.

“So, uh,” Theo says, his voice suddenly feeling a little hoarse, unsure of what to say next. “Do you want to… get started on the exam stuff?”

You nod, leaning in just slightly, but there’s an air of something unspoken between you now, something neither of you has said aloud. “Yeah. Let’s get started.”

But as you begin to pull out your Herbology notes and you start discussing the plants and the key terms for the exam, the words seem almost secondary.

The way your fingers brush against his when you hand him a diagram. The way your laughter makes him feel like he’s somehow stumbled into a world he wasn’t prepared for but doesn’t want to leave. Everything feels just a little more alive, a little more charged than it ever has before.

And as Theo looks at you again—at the calm, effortless way you move through the conversation—he realizes that what he thought was just a favor for a Herbology exam is turning into something much more… complicated. And for the first time in a long time, he’s not sure he’s ready to figure it all out. But something about that uncertainty feels exciting.

[ohnoitstbskyen]

I am a long-time fan of you and I know you care a lot about social issues. When I saw your analysis on the HH designs, I feel you missed two major aspects of Alastor's design that are suspect. One, the 'deer' aspect of Alastor is a reference to a Native American Cannibal spirit which name is taboo and so I won't type it here. Though the creature itself isn't associated with deer, the common depiction of them is a cannibalistic deer-monster. Second, the 'magic symbols' Alastor uses are straight up Voodoo/Vodoun symbols. Not used in the right context or with an actual voudoun priest/priestess serving as a sensitivity reader. I bring these up, because I feel your analysis lacked a lot of context. If you answer this, thank you in advance.

Ah, you might be able to help me on this, I've heard before that the creature in question is taboo to mention or depict, but I've looked around multiple times for a source on the taboo. Which indigenous cultures is it that have the taboo on the creature? It's part of multiple nations' folklore, do they all collectively have the same taboo on the creature, or do they have differing stances on it?

I have seen this claim of taboo repeated across the internet, it's on various poorly-sourced mythology blogs and it gets repeated by TikTokers and in social media discussions, but I haven't been able to find any official sources from Algonquian-speaking indigenous nations, whose cultures originate the stories, asking that outsiders not discuss or represent the creature.

I've been able to find anecdotes shared by people that their elders have told them not to say the creature's name at certain times or in certain circumstances, because it supposedly draws the creature (or the evil it represents) closer, but I've not been able to find any strong indications that that taboo extends to non-members of the culture, or people speaking outside of the nation's lands, or on the Internet.

I saw a few people who identified as Ojibwe make fun of the idea that the word needs to be censored in text especially, with one of them calling it "colonizer nonsense." According to them, the rule they grew up with is not to speak the creature's name out loud in certain circumstances, and they claimed that it was considered significantly more taboo (at least in their communities) to whistle at night, since that would call the creature. Again, this is all anecdotal, but better sources seem scarce on the ground.

Do you have a link or a source, or some knowledge of which nations or organizations are calling for the taboo to be respected by non-indigenous people? The main reason I did not bring up this subject is because I simply cannot find any good sources on which to base a criticism. I don't want to spread the idea that First Nations people are calling for a taboo on depictions or mentions of a creature from their culture unless I can positively confirm that they are actually doing that.

Similarly, if you have a solid source from an authoritative Vodoun practitioner criticizing Alastor's design, I'd love to read it, it might come in handy someday. Not asking you to do my research for me, obviously, just that if you have one to hand or off the top of your head, you'd be doing me a favor.

As I say in the video itself, it was meant to be a fairly short project, and I did not have a lot of research time available. If I'm going to broach a critique on Alastor's design as it relates to Vodoun practises and culture, I need to study some primary sources from those cultures outlining what they consider to be best practises and faux-pas when it comes to depiction and use in pop culture. It's maybe a subject for a future video some day, but not until I've done the reading, and I would probably make it a much broader discussion than just Alastor and Hazbin Hotel.

[xomakara]

DESTINY | TEASER

RELEASE DATE | 7.12.2025

SUMMARY |  High Bishop Joshua has fallen to darkness, secretly plotting with a dark mage while maintaining a holy front. But his obsession with you, the Saintess blessed to purify the land, could unravel everything or bind your fate to his.

PAIRINGS |  High Bishop Joshua x Saintess!Reader

RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked 

GENRE | angst, drama, smut (later on), fantasy au

CONTENT/WARNINGS |  non-idols au, fantasy themes, dark themes, fantasy religious themes, dark creatures, slightly suggestive content and more tags when the completed fic is released

LENGTH |  2.8K words (complete wc tbd)

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Seventeen Masterlist

"Prayers to the great Goddess as she blesses you all in good health," the High Bishop greeted the growing congregation inside the stone sanctuary. "The light shines over our humble kingdom as her eyes stare at the sinners, guiding their steps to redemption, may we be spared of misfortune and..." He looked at the royal banners and said with an almost sardonic smile. "Imbalance, oh Holy Kingdom."

Joshua Hong looked down at the congregation of the devout on the lower levels. There were nobleman dressed in splendid capes, soldiers of the banner regiments lined up row on row, merchants who frequented with the Temple every day to plead and prostrate and last but not the least, the common people. All eyes glinted with a mixture of love, worship and a pinch of fear when looking up at the High Bishop.

"This evening, I wish to touch upon the true nature of sin..." He started his speech as he always had, reciting the texts written by the ancients and preaching them for all to hear. He spoke in an eloquent, persuading voice that could touch even the coldest heart. He used it as a tool, to carry out his own agenda while lulling all men and women under the belief that he was truly preaching the words of the Goddess Luna herself. "For to fight off this wickedness, it begins with acknowledging your own darkness that lives within you!"

Little did people know of the darkness that consume him as well. His entire childhood, all he knew was being passed on like an object from master to master. His heart had closed shut, too traumatized with the life he had lived so far. All it knew, was hatred and cold-blooded violence. He wanted to be free of this chain that bound him and never cared about anything or anyone else. All men, all women and children were the same.

A waste of time.

Nothing but filthy humans that deserved nothing but to have their lives ripped away. It didn't take him long to know what kind of power he possessed, one that wasn't gifted but rather, bestowed by the Heavens. Being able to read and interpret the divine scriptures at such a young age, his talents were something nobody could overlook. His mastery of magic and wisdom exceeded even his teachers.

What made him truly outstanding however, was his unique ability to command and lead the faithful masses. That in itself was a power no lesser than any king that sat upon the thrones of the kingdoms. With him at its forefront, the Temple of Luna gained political influence that matched the kings, allowing him the ability to twist it to his own gains.

Joshua knew however, that this was still far from what his heart sought for. All these were mere stepping stones in the process towards attaining that power. All his hard work to get as far as the High Bishop was well worth its weight in gold, for his goal lay further above where he currently stood.

What better position can there be besides to sit in the seat of the most powerful?

To be able to step into a world where only he reigned?

To watch all living creatures crawl and tremble in fear under his feet?

And finally, to be worshipped and feared for not being a man... but an Almighty GOD.

Finishing up the last of his sermon, he watched as the first few were walking out of the temple after giving their generous tithe. Giving the two acolytes behind his robes an approving nod, he heard their rapid footsteps towards the exits as well, tasked to accompany and guide those to donate their valuable gifts to their pious Goddess.

Taking a sip of water, he swept his eyes across the now empty temple and noticed a woman kneeling before the altar. Looking down upon her, she appeared to be a young lady who came alone to pray and lit three prayer candles. He couldn't help but watch her, captivated by the graceful curve of her body as her shoulders swayed softly back and forth. Even her voice, as it whispered her earnest prayers, seemed angelic.

He shouldn't have been distracted in the slightest by her, for there were matters that required his attention back in his study. He was a man of faith, people often discussed him as such, and shouldn't be concerned about worldly needs. Oh, but they didn't know, did they? That all this pious image he built over the years, was a mere ruse. For him, that girl, would just be yet another broken and twisted thing beneath his feet. He couldn't control his own desires, how much more for others who claimed themselves wise?

There was no question that she was an extremely attractive female and her youthful body did indeed stir up the dark desires he'd harboured deep in the bottom of his cold heart. Oh, how he wanted to corrupt and take her.

Placing his goblet upon a marble table, Joshua descended from the podium. He took note of his acolytes ushering the final group of congregation towards the door and left without looking back. They never failed him anyway. Walking closer towards the lone figure in the middle of the temple hall, he made sure his steps weren't heard so she could finish up her devotion and leave, relieving him of her alluring presence.

But as he approached and his eyes focused solely on her back, his blood ran cold, and he froze. Her aura didn't resonate that of a simple girl. She was brimming with a strong divine power, something so sharp and thick it would send most lesser men trembling before her.

"Oh, I'm sorry for being the last to leave! You must be exhausted from the long day..." Her voice drifted up as she got up on her knees and turned towards his direction.

Immediately, Joshua straightened himself, for fear that if he was caught staring too intensely she might suspect him. Feigning a surprised face, he held a hand to his chest and exhaled loudly.

"Goodness, child, forgive my rude actions. You're quite the quiet one," Joshua laughed nervously and said. "But not at all. It's a blessing that you continue to have such passionate prayers."

"Indeed, I'm sorry for surprising you like this!" she apologized once more as she hurriedly got up on her two feet. "Praise be our merciful Luna, I've come here hoping to express my gratitude that the Kingdom is saved from the malice that had befallen us."

Joshua was very perceptive towards every individual and could tell almost immediately that something was amiss about that child. He could tell just by looking that she wasn't a villager and certainly was someone important, judging by the intricate design of her attire. He could be wrong of course but why did something about her not ring true. Her pretty face betrayed no secrets.

Ah. He knew exactly who she was.

The Saintess. The last pure saint in the Kingdom, the Saviour herself. What a surprise.

His curiosity and suspicion rose further, which was something he needed to put an end to immediately.

"Thank you for all your deeds in the name of the Holy Kingdom. May the light of our blessed Goddess shine upon you forever," he chanted the traditional line used to bid adieu, yet his eyes weren't averted away.

She answered him with a wide smile and took her time before saying. "Thank you, Your Holiness. I am relieved that there are no signs of any monsters left. How fortunate we are. Also... are you unwell?" she asked, tilting her head and looking concerned.

His brows knit together and immediately straightened up, thinking that perhaps he's too obvious in revealing his strange behavior towards her.

"I assure you, I'm fine. Tired, perhaps. Not as young as you think. The temple isn't an easy place to run," he chuckled in a casual manner, hoping that will brush her off and forget the matter entirely. "My, and I haven't asked for your name?"

"My apologies!" She gasped and lowered her eyes, "I am Y/N, Your Holiness."

Ah, Y/N. Didn't the Knight-Commander, Choi Seungcheol, have a sister with that very same name?

"Very well, Lady Y/N." A smirk appeared on Joshua's handsome visage, before changing the expression and making an apology. "Forgive my inability to converse normally today. I'm feeling a little bit tired from all that happened recently," he explained and flashed an innocent grin.

Y/N let out a soft 'oh!' and then bowed quickly. "Of course! It's understandable. I won't bother you any longer, Your Holiness. May we meet again during good health and times. Please accept my best wishes and-"

Her sentence was cut short by a gentle clearing of his throat and he gestured, "No need. I wish you a pleasant night."

With a bright smile, she bowed before turning away, her footsteps echoing in the silent and cold interior of the temple. Joshua Hong could barely contain the triumphant smirk threatening to spill upon his mouth, knowing that despite the fact that he would like very much for that lovely girl to turn back, that couldn't happen until he fulfilled his own selfish agenda.

From now on, her fate was in his very hands.

As soon as the temple doors closed behind you, you let out a scoff of annoyance. To say that you felt discomfort in the presence of the High Bishop would be a major understatement. Perhaps because he seemed to recognize you, his stare was the least of your problems. He radiated an intense aura, cold, violent and dreadful that made goosebumps erupt along your arms.

How could a Bishop possibly have such terrifying vibe?

Not that it wasn't supposed to be the case but something told you, he wasn't to be trifled with. When he feigned being kind to you, it made your skin crawl with discomfort, sending you a chill down the back and you couldn't stop rubbing your arms to make the goosebumps go away.

You hated the fact that you were the Saintess. Often times, you found yourself wishing that you were never the chosen one for the position, seeing as you weren't as pious as they all thought you would be. Sure your brother was Choi Seungcheol, the Knight Commander and captain of the Serenity Knights, but being constantly on the spotlight was something you just couldn't avoid. It didn't matter if it wasn't a celebration or ball or award ceremonies, people's eyes were always watching, taking note of everything you've done as the esteemed Saintess.

All you wanted was sleep right now.

Feeling a heavy sigh escape your lips, you forced the bishop out of your mind for the time-being as you ventured into the path leading out of the Royal Square, thinking that a cup of tea should help in soothing your nerves before heading home. Perhaps if it wasn't so late and chilly out, you'd appreciate the city more at this hour.

Unlike earlier during the ceremony, the Royal Square was virtually silent, illuminated by the large standing torches burning in their bronze bases along the pathway. Your knights trailed close behind you but not too close, letting you walk in your own leisure, your dress shimmering slightly under the warm hues from the lights as your legs carried you slowly.

Everything was just so quiet. You wanted the peace to engulf you, let it soothe your body and take away the tiredness from this day. Tomorrow would mark a whole new week and the preparations had started but, of course, everything was taken care of. You would be making your rounds again in the local villages with the knights and provide food, clothing and healing. It was an obligation you did ever since your healing powers were awakened by the Goddess Luna a year ago and made you her Saintess.

You didn't even know why she chose you. You weren't as innocent and pious as many of the populace saw you, in fact, you were as normal a person as anyone. Perhaps more depraved and sinful compared to most women out there but nonetheless a good soul. But maybe, the reason was more than just that, like... destiny and predetermination. A scripted fate as the storybook said, perhaps.

Having such strong, healing powers would bring many advantages to an entire Kingdom like Carat. With such divine powers comparable to the High Bishop and the Grand Mage, Wen Junhui, you would be invaluable to the Kingdom. Of course, there are others with similar powers as yours. The Ducal House of Xu, though not of high magical capacity, did possess skills with the swordsmanship comparable to that of the knights, making them skilled combatants as well.

Before long, you've entered the Royal Plaza, its magnificently towering water fountain was filled with several copper coins people wished to donate for the blessing of the Goddess, with you acting as her oracle and her servant. This was a common site, really, but a sight worth appreciating for all your effort for the past year. The beauty of this country, its lush lands and green environment, its prosperity was a source of pride for everyone in the Kingdom of Carat and what you would protect until the end.

Once you've arrived in the street where the restaurant and cafe are, you smiled to yourself, pleased. Several passerbys nodded at you in respectful reverence. Most had stopped on their tracks when they realized who you were. Uncomfortable as it was, you still smiled and acknowledged each and every single person that did so and returned the greeting with a sincere smile. Your knights had paused around you and let you converse with the townsfolk before standing closely to you after.

After a while, you decided it was time to head home, your energy was drained and all you wanted was a hot bath and your bed. You'll get to have the afternoon to sleep in but you had to get through breakfast, of course, first.

It was getting late, the moon was up, the sky darkened. The lanterns have been lit and the lights shone over the city. On most nights, you would see that there was some entertainment happening; performers or minstrels on the main streets; people and families gathered around taverns to hear stories of old heroes and how life was a year ago. Some of the establishments like the bakery and the grocers would have open air set-up but since everyone were still afraid of the monster attacks, the people were instead scattered, only a few visitors along the street.

That was until you've heard someone scream, and then everyone started panicking.

"Lady Y/N! Stay put!" a knight yelled and drew his sword, followed by his brethren. "Get behind us! Lady Y/N!!"

Something dark was in the middle of the street. That wasn't normal at all. Its very presence seemed to radiate darkness and sinister intent. Even from a distance, you felt a chill up your spine and could almost hear its growl and the threat of danger. The knights shielded you, leaving a gap to let you observe the beast that appeared before you.

What in the world...?

It looked like an enormous, wolf-like beast, standing as high as three feet. Its fur was a pitch black, mane dark blue. Its teeth protruding out of its sharp mouth glinted under the moonlight. Its eyes stared at you. There was a mischievous glint in its yellow eyes, full of malice. And hunger. It was starving and it set its sight on you.

The knights didn't hesitate and immediately, the six of them charged. Swords raised. Some men charged forward and attacked from the left side, others flanked from the front.

Just like with the creatures, however, their weapons merely bounced against the skin, doing no damage as the creature barrelled over the knights and almost pushed them over. It charged towards you, snarling with its razor sharp teeth.

"My lady!" The knights shouted but the deafening roar of the monster seemed to be drowning their cries. One thing was for certain. You didn't want to die, not yet. There were so many things that you still haven't finished yet!

"Shhhh... I got you," a calm, silky voice soothed in your ear as a hand stroked your hair. For a moment, it seemed familiar. "Hush, you have nothing to worry about."

Before you had the chance to think or process, the large furry body of the creature flew towards you but crashed straight into a blinding white light instead, vanishing right into the air with a soft pop.

The knights paused in their actions. You froze. Everyone's eyes grew large as the creature disappeared into thin air with only the stench of sulphur filling the streets.

"Lady Y/N!! Are you hurt?!" the captain of the knights screamed, and reached for you, hands wrapping around you firmly as his large fingers inspected you carefully. You only let out a slow sigh once it dawned on you. The man with the calm and deep voice, stroking your hair, was... none other than the High Bishop, Joshua Hong.

And when you eyes met his, you fainted in his arms.

to be continued...

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[delicatebarness]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 | 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: At Velmythria Academy, among creatures much larger and more powerful than yourself, you unexpectedly cross paths with the imposing werewolf– Bucky Barnes. Leaving you questioning the rules of the realm.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Forbidden Relationships | Size Difference | Tension | Societal Restrictions | Small Physical Contact

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The hallways were crowded, and students rushed to their next classes. You were lost in your thoughts as you rounded a corner, and before you knew it, your path collided with something large, and solid– Bucky Barnes. 

     Your shoulder barely grazed his large forearm, but the impact felt like you walked into a wall. The wolf never glanced down, no acknowledgment of the collision at all. Bucky kept walking, long strides carried him through the crowd. It was as if he was a boulder in a river, the sea of students parted without a second thought. 

     Involuntarily, your wings fluttered, and heat rose to your cheeks. You stood frozen for a second– had he not noticed you? Before you could process the small event, two familiar voices broke through the rush of the hallways. 

     “Hey, you okay?” Your best friend's voice, Wanda, was warm yet a little breathless as she skidded to a stop beside you. 

     A formidable witch, Wanda’s long, brunette hair was threaded with strands of shimmering red chaos magic. Fluttering around her ankles, her cloak's soft, deep red fabric was imbued with protective runes that had a slight glow with every move. There was always a sense of subtle humming of power around her. Her emerald-green eyes scanned your face with concern, they were sharp with a sight only a witch could possess. 

     “Y-yeah, I’m fine. It was just–” Even though your heart pounded, a little too fast, you waved off their concern. Sneaking another glance over your shoulder, you noticed Bucky had now disappeared from the crowd. “It’s nothing.”

     Frowning slightly, Wanda’s gaze followed yours, narrowing her eyes with suspicion. “Nothing, huh?” she said, her tone soft but probing as if she could sense the shift in the air. “You don’t look like it was nothing.” 

     Another voice joined the conversation before you could respond.

     “Pfft, werewolves,” Steve’s voice, lilting with the cadence of the ocean, waved from your right. He weaved through the crowd, his blonde hair, and crystal blue eyes shimmering as he sidled up next to you and Wanda. “They’re all like that– zero spatial awareness. Just barrel through life without a care in the world.” 

     A faint sheen of water still carried against his skin, and you could smell the salt on him. Iridescent scales clung to his skin, sparkling under the hallway lights, peeking from under his enchanted tailored jacket. His fisk-like tail had already shifted into his legs.

     With a quick glance between you and Wanda, Steve’s smirk widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You practically bounced off Barnes.”

     Huffing, you felt a bit embarrassed that your friends had witnessed the whole thing. “I barely grazed him,” you muttered, though the heat rushing to your cheeks betrayed the casual tone you tried to maintain.

     “It’s typical, really,” Wanda said, shaking her head. “Werewolves tend to have the sensitivity of a brick wall.” 

     “Yeah,” Steve added with a scoff, “and Barnes is the biggest brick wall of them all.” 

     While Wanda and Steve went back and forth, your mind wandered back to the subtle touch. Had he not felt anything at all? Yeah, you might be small compared to him, but surely he felt some sort of impact– or was he simply choosing to ignore it?

     Students began to rush with even more urgency around you as the bell rang– signaling the end of the passing period and the start of the next class. The three of you exchange a knowing look before hurrying along to your separate destinations. 

     Later that day, you entered your last class– History of Velmythria Creatures. There was a low hum, buzzing with voices, and other languages. Glancing toward the back of the classroom, you noticed Bucky sitting as massive and unbothered as ever, scrubbing something on a sheet of parchment. You slipped into your usual seat, heart still racing, unsettled from your earlier encounter with the wolf. He was completely absorbed in whatever he was writing, seemingly not noticing your small form once again.

     The professor stood at the front of the room, and she wasted no time. Her voice was rich, commanding, and effortlessly cutting through the murmur of conversations– A dark gleam of wisdom within her eyes. 

     “All right, settle down. The discussion today is regarding your upcoming assignment, and trust me, this is not your typical assignment. For this project, you will be paired with a student of a different species from your own.” 

     The room fell eerily quiet, curious glances darting around the room. 

     “The purpose,” the professor continued, “is to gain a deeper understanding of the cultures, traditions, and perspectives of the other species here at the Academy. You and your partner will be required to fully immerse into the other’s world– learning about their customs, history, strengths, and weaknesses. Then, you will be expected to present your findings to the class by the end of the term.” 

     The words hung in the air heavily, and you could sense the tension rippling through the room as the other students exchanged uncertain glances. Diving into another species’ world wasn’t a custom of the realm, many families were shocked to find out that they still allowed multi-species education. The Storm family, mostly your blood-faerie father– Lloyd, also had these beliefs. 

     With a flick of her wrist, there was a summon of a large, enchanted chalk hoovering to the front of the room. It glowed with a faint ancient magic. Moving with purpose, the chalk began scratching across the surface of a board with an almost musical sound. 

     “Shortly, all the pairings will be revealed,” the professor announced, a grin subtly playing on her lips. “The chalk will list your names and species. Pay attention.” 

     The chalk wrote the names of the students in a neat, flowing script, each pair listing alongside their species. There was a collective breath held as name after name appeared on the board. 

     As the chalk continued, your heart rate quickened. It felt like an eternity waiting, but then, you saw it. 

     James Barnes - Werewolf

     Your stomach dropped, and you blinked while staring at the board. There it was– clear as day. Your name, along with your ‘faerie’ title, beside his. A storm brewed within you, yet the room didn’t notice. Surely, you thought, this was just a bad joke. You were barely over five feet, how were you supposed to “immerse yourself” in his world? His kind? He was a towering wall of pure muscle and raw power, just the thought of having the smallest interaction with him again was overwhelming.

     “Each pair will spend time together outside of class,” the professor continued in her instructions, “observe each other’s behaviors, ask questions, and learn. Delve into things that make your partner’s species unique. Look past the facts and figures, truly understand the why behind the actions, the beliefs, and their place in the realm.” 

     Her words barely registered as you stole a glance toward Bucky. His body language was as relaxed as ever, blissfully unaware of the anxiety building in your chest. 

     “By the end of the term,” the professor proceeded, “ you will present a joint presentation, with a full report. Complete it with your findings and experiences. Also, this will be a significant portion of your end-of-year grade. I suggest you take it seriously.” 

     With a clap of hands together, the professor stopped the enchanted chalk moving. “That’s all for today. You may begin your research with your partner immediately. Good luck… you’ll need it.” 

     The sound of conversation and shuffling paper erupted throughout the classroom, yet you stayed frozen in your seat, staring at the board. You willed the names to disappear. Your trance only broke upon hearing the scrape of Bucky’s chair against the floor. 

     Swallowing hard, you felt the weight crashing down on you. Werewolves–especially alpha wolves–weren’t exactly known for warmth or willingness to engage. How were you going to approach this project?

     Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Bucky stood and in a brief moment, his gaze met yours. There was no expression on his face as his eyes flickered between you and the board where your names pair together. No surprise, no frustration. He was calm, with that same collected demeanor. 

     Before turning to leave the classroom, he gave you a slight nod, nothing more. His footsteps were heavy and unhurried as he walked out. It was as if a hex had been broken around you, and the rest of the students returned to life around you, your breath finally returning. 

     “Well,” Steve said as he suddenly appeared at your side, the blue in his eyes gleaming, “looks like you’re in for an interesting time.” 

     Smirking, Wanda joined him. “Yeah, this is going to be… fascinating.” 

     Still staring at the door, you kept your gaze on where Bucky had disappeared, a tight knot forming in your chest. You exhaled, almost silently, feeling the weight of what was ahead of you. This was going to be more difficult than you ever could have anticipated, by far.

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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

[hazelfoureyes]

What would be really cute is if a spell backfired temporarily turning alastor into the cursed cat alastor and the reader ends up fawning over him and taking care of him, not realizing its actually him. He's just loving all the attention from her 🤭

I love catlastor! Omg yes! Just a quick little piece while he’s so popular. That is so cute!!

It was, decidedly, not cute. A … raccoon? Mutant Fennec Fox? No, no it was more feline. But, hmm. Maybe hell had their own breeds of trash animals. Either way, you picked up the little creature. Red and black, stupid fucking smile, sharp teeth. It seemed to be shaking? No, vibrating? Quaking?? You struggled to keep it in your hands, but managed to tuck it under your arm like a football.

You had found it roaming the lobby, perhaps it was a resident’s … pet? It cocked it’s head, staring at you while you were staring at it from your bed.

“Psst Psst,” you offered it a piece of meat, but no response. Its eyes searched the room, seemingly not limited in their range of motion. With a screech it launched itself at the mounted deer head above the fireplace.

You pulled and tugged, its jaw locked onto the antlers. “Come on you little shit, come on,” You put your leg against the wall for leverage. Then your other leg. Soon you were hanging from the deer, too, by way of the tiny animal’s legs.

How was it so strong? Determination? Magic? Pure unbridled insanity? The ever dilated eyes seem to beg the latter.

Finally, it lost interest and you both dropped to the ground.

“Do… do you want scratches?”

It’s eyes blinked independently of eachother.

You reached out a trembling hand, focused entirely on the row of yellowed teeth grinning back at you.

With a well placed scratch behind it’s ear, the little creature softened and fell over onto it’s side like a horse about to die.

“Aww?” You wondered out loud, “You like that?” You scooped it up and got comfortable in the plush chair opposite the cold fireplace. “Only Lucifer would think a fireplace in hell made any sense,” you ran your hand down the length of the ball of fur and fangs, “He belongs on a travel size chess set, not designing hotels.”

Your hand jumped, “Are you purring? Wittle Gobwin hates Luci?” It’s tail wagged side to side, “Awww. Okay, yeah, you’re pretty cute.”

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you woke up gasping, struggling to expand your lungs fully. Looking down you found none other than the cannibal deer of the Pride Ring, Alastor, cuddled on your lap.

Too weak to move him, too scared to wake him, you wiggled yourself up enough to breath and pretended to be asleep. It was best, you thought correctly, that he could have the illusion of sneaking out undetected.

The next morning you passed him in the halls, unable to stop yourself from whispering “wittle gobwin.”

Luckily, you were a fast runner.

༻Masterlist༺

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🏹Alastor stalkers: @celestial-vomit , @amurtan

[dept-of-monster-affairs]

Part of the Family

Note: previously posted under nicsnort but Tumblr decided to shadowban then terminate the account without warning. (this will be my monster blog from now on, even if the other is reinstated)

m!Orc (Sehbuv) x f!reader

Word Count: 4945

Contains: Public sex, exhibitionism, implied impregnation, groping, fingering, Orcs using 1920s slang

Orcs came to defend your town when demons invaded. Now they've settled in, and after years of teasing them, they've finally had enough. It was time to make you part of the family.

If you want to ignore my self-indulgent worldbuilding lore skip the indented text

Press Release The Curious Case of Orcs As we discover more about the world beyond the Rift, many monsters and creatures thought only to be myths appear to be real. Additionally, many creatures not based on myth but more modern fantasy works also appear to be real. The most notable of these is the Orc.  Orcs were initially thought to have been the creation of J. R. R. Tolkien for his seminal work The Hobbit. While Tolkien was known for basing the creatures of his world on the tales of Scandinavian folklore, the existence of Orcs in this folklore was tenuous at best. Etymologists and mythists linked terms similar to Orc/s (Orcus, Orke, Orcneas, etc.) as other names for goblins, orges, or evil spirits. No matter the origin, Orcs became a part of mainstream fantasy and appeared in other works such as Dungeon and Dragons, Warhammer, and World of Warcraft. Despite our cultural myths' lack of longevity for them, Orcs are real, and parts of our fantasy stories are true regarding them. Orcs are often tribal and historically nomadic, have a penchant for war, are larger than humans, and are green to grey in coloration. However, most Orcs are not the evil raiders of our stories. While perhaps they were at some point, given the tales they tell of their history, we must remember that humans had plenty of cultures that raided others to survive. In fact, like many raiding human societies, Orcs are very happy to settle in areas they deem their territory and adopt parts of the regional culture. However, the former practice has put them in conflict with human governments, who often treat Orc tribes as gangs as they care little about human laws and bureaucratic measures, preferring to demand tribute from human villages in exchange for protection from greater threats such as demons. With their cultural flexibility, Orcs also have flexibility in what they consider an Orc. True-blood Orcs are eight feet tall or taller, have enormous muscle mass, an almost non-existent nose, red eyes, sharp tusks, and are without the ability to grow hair. No true-blooded Orc has been found in this world, and they live in extremely remote areas across the Rift. Due to their raiding and nomadic nature, most Orcs have bloodlines that include other species - mostly elvish and human. These Orcs range in appearance, but they are shorter and less bulky than their true-blooded relatives. They have smaller tusks, can grow hair, have a slightly more human-normative facial appearance, and are less likely to immediately turn to violence to solve their problems. Whether due to magic or genetic dominance, Orc features (large size, green/grey skin, and tusks) will be present in any offspring of an Orc and is considered an Orc, no matter the genetic heritage, by other Orcs. Orc tribes also contain Orc-kin. Orc-kin are those who are brought into Orc tribes but are not Orcs themselves. Orc-kin are typically the favored mates of Orcs or adopted orphans but may include those who prove themselves worthy in battle. Orc-kin are treated as full members of the tribe and recognized by other Orcs as members of that tribe. The Division of Monster Research will continue to study Orcs and all monsters to provide accurate information and help protect humanity.

Your sleepy little town had never expected an Orc tribe to move in a few years ago. Granted, you never expected the world to be invaded by demons, either. You remembered the moment that the Orcs rode into town well. They had been riding massive black horses the size of Clydesdales but with fire around their hooves and sharp meat-eating teeth. The Orcs had worn their traditional war paints and openly carried their weapons. Everyone had been terrified. Would they slaughter you all? Enslave the town?

They had called for the “ruler” of the town to speak with them. You vividly remember watching the town mayor approaching, trying to hide his fear. The tribe leader, Chief Gorim - a battle-scared, dark green, seven-foot-tall beast of a humanoid - slid off his horse, towering over the mayor, staring him down.

“You are afraid, human,” the chieftain commented in a low growl. “No need to be afraid. We have come as protection.”

The chief handed the mayor an official-looking parchment—a work contract. The Orcs were aware that rural regions of the human world lacked protection against the demonic hordes as the governments focused on protecting cities. So many of the Orc tribes, well-practiced in fighting demons and monsters, crossed the rift to provide protection. All the Orcs asked for in return were places to set up camp, provisions they could not gather from the land itself, and access to this world’s weapons and healing knowledge. A reasonable offer for people seeing the logic of their world changing rapidly and no way to fight against the demons otherwise.

True to their word, the Orcs protected your town and several others in the area. Unfortunately, their protection came with many more strings attached than originally stated. It was, for lack of a better phrase - a protection racket. Little did the towns know that Orc tribes were similar in structure and philosophy to the Italian Mafia. A rather ironic twist of fate, given that your little town had been the center of some Mafia activity over a century ago during the Prohibition Era. The small museum in town was a historically preserved speakeasy that told the story about the gambling den, a whiskey smuggling route, and a good old-fashioned shoot-out between the Feds and the gangsters along Main Street.

It was even more ironic that your Orcs - attempting to adapt to this “new human world” - decided to forgo their traditional dress and begin copying the Mafia’s style. The 1920s to 1950s Mafia was their preference. Their bows and arrows were replaced with machine guns. Their leather skirts and vests were replaced with cotton suits and fedoras. They began picking up the slang by watching documentaries and old films. The chief insisted that everyone call him “Godfather” and would tell everyone how the lead actor in that famous film looked like an Orc without the tusks. 

Sometimes, their obsession was more silly than scary. You overheard an Orc contemplating whether to call her future son the short Orc-like Tony or Al’capone after the “great warrior chief.” And seeing a non-warrior Orc in a flapper dress with the warriors wolf-whistling at the “sight of his gams” was certainly something. Who would have ever guessed that Orcs were into cross-dressing? However, given how Orcish genders seemed to be warrior and non-warrior regardless of sex, maybe it wasn’t cross-dressing. The Orcs had decided that warriors wore suits and non-warriors wore flapper or swing dresses.

Even with the Orcs running this protection racket, the town benefited more than it lost. You had all heard the horror stories of the areas first hit by the demons - towns annihilated, mass slaughter, people forced into slavery - compared to that prospect, paying a tribe of Orcs in tomato sauce, pasta, and historically accurate clothing was nothing. Not to mention that just like the Mafia they modeled themselves after, the Orcs started smuggling goods to and from their home dimension. The state and federal governments did not want any trade of materials that could “corrupt” humans (whatever that meant), but if they wouldn’t protect your town from demons, why bother listening to their ban? Magic potions were amazing.

But that all wrapped around to you. The person running the local speakeasy museum that the warrior Orcs claimed as their primary hangout spot. You were a historian and preservationist. While you had always sold alcohol at the museum’s speakeasy bar for those wanting to try moonshine or the local whiskey, it was never supposed to be a real bar. Yet, you had transformed the speakeasy museum into a functional bar at their large, weapon-carrying insistence. Your job had become more bar tender than museum worker, but to be honest, before the demons, your museum hadn’t ever gotten much business. Luckily, the “person in control of the alcohol” was a position that Orcs respected, and as you were the human who ran the “shrine” to the human “warrior tribes,” that respect was doubled.

“Here we go, boys,” you announced, setting five glasses of whiskey in front of the Orc warriors who had just come in from patrol.

“Ah, you're the bee’s knees, doll,” they replied with relief. You had long overcome the bristle you felt at being called “doll.” The Orcs were copying more of the language of the period they idolized. You had asked them once what they thought it meant - a pretty non-warrior - at least they were calling you pretty.

You headed into the backroom to gather more whiskey. Each Orc typically drank half a bottle when they came here after patrol, so you had to grab a few more to satisfy this group. As you were in the back, you could hear the chatter and laughter of the patrol join that of those already a couple of cups deep.

“Shrine maiden,” an Orc called out before swearing in Orcish, “ raudt, doll! Bring another round of Oakengleam!”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Some older Orcs struggled with the new slang when drunk and still fell into their old terms. They swore whenever it happened, but the translator spell refused to translate anything inappropriate, meaning you knew lots of Orcish swears. With your arms full of four bottles of whiskey, you returned to the front. The Orc that had called out to you leaned against the bar, putting full weight on the old polished wood.

“I told you, Ozoch, that was the last of it. You’ll have to wait until the runners return from the Rift.”

“Come on, it’s the chief’s - I mean - the don’s favorite. I know you have to have some.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You are suggesting that I use Godfather’s private supply to satiate your already drunk stomach?”

“Don’t try to use the Don to threaten me, weakling.”

Silence began to fall among the Orcs as they listened in. You lifted your head defiantly. The Orcs valued strength. Not just physical but mental. Backing down now would lose much of the respect they held for you. “I’m in charge of the alcohol. Even if I had Oakengleam, I wouldn’t give it to you for that. Get out and dry out.”

Ozoch slammed his fist on the counter, cracking the wood. “Don’t tell me what to do! You ain’t tribe!”

“That don’t mean she ain’t correct,” a low growling voice said behind Ozoch. The older Orc stiffened. Godfather had just walked in the door.

“Chie--Don Gorim,” Ozoch started as he turned around unsteadily. “I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”

Godfather looked to the capo at his side and jerked his head. “Escort Ozoch out, Taugh. Take a walk, old friend, and consider how I said the dame was to be respected. Don’t make me force you to find that respect in concrete shoes.”

Properly cowed, Ozoch let Taugh escort him out. The old Orc likely would have a ground-down tusk the next time you saw him. It was a common mark of shame.

Godfather approached the bar. He silently examined the damage Ozoch did. A scowl crossed his face before he looked at you with a small smile. Reaching across the bar, he put a hand on your shoulder. “I will see this fixed, doll.”

Your heart rate was returning to normal, but you didn’t trust yourself enough to speak, so you nodded. He squeezed your shoulder lightly before releasing you. “Now, a mug of Oakengleam at my table, please.”

You breathed out slowly and returned his smile. “Of course, Godfather.”

Disappearing into the back where you kept Godfather’s private stash, you heard the conversation in the main room slowly return to normal. Alone among the alcohol, you took a moment to gather yourself. This wasn’t the first time you had to assert yourself, but it was the first time that an Orc had been violent towards you. Seeing them rip the wings off an imp with their bare hands was one thing, but knowing that fist would have cracked your head open was another. Allowing a couple of tears to escape your eyes, you quickly dried them. The don was waiting for his drink.

With a smile on your face, you brought Godfather his drink. While you were in the back, Taugh had returned, new abrasions on his knuckles. Godfather also had his advisor, Kormor, at his table. She was speaking quietly to him, ignoring your presence. 

The night went on as normal for an hour or so. More and more Orcs came into the speakeasy, nearly all of the warriors. You noticed that Kormor began walking around to the tables, speaking with the Orcs quietly. She would speak, they would take a moment, and then some would put up two fingers. It became apparent they were voting on something. You wondered what was so big of a decision that it required the warriors' input instead of the don's unilateral decision. It was none of your business, though.

 The bar's heat rose as the seats and stools reached capacity. It was not a big building, and the speakeasy area could only hold 60 humans or half as many Orcs. Your body was forced to brush against them as you served drinks. As you cleared mugs and glasses, bending over the table, their thick hands reached to steady you. Occasionally, an unknown hand was brave enough to sneak a grope in. Their earthy musk slowly began to make your head swim.

Godfather called for another drink. You ducked into the back, happy for the reprieve. Leaning against the cold brick wall, you felt your pussy throbbing. It was a secret you kept hidden from all those around you. You found the Orcs super hot. 

Before the invasion of demons, when all monsters were considered fantasy, monsters had been the subject of your fantasies. When it turned out that all sorts of monsters were real, when the Orcs came to your town, it was a terrifying but exciting moment. Unfortunately, the Orcs didn’t seem interested in humans sexually. Sure, they would occasionally grope you, but it seemed more like a game to them as they never did anything more. You had even started wearing the swing dresses they liked and brushing against them on purpose, trying to encourage them.

There were many times that after a long night of working, you had gone upstairs to your apartment above the museum with your panties soaked. You would take out your monster dildos and fuck yourself, yearning for it to be the Orcs you had just seen.

But now wasn’t the time for that. You didn’t have time to touch yourself. The don needed another mug of his favorite ale. As always, you would suffer through the arousal. As you set down a second mug of Oakengleam for Godfather, the underboss, Sehbuv, arrived. Sehbuv winked at you as he sat down. A faint blush came to your cheeks. He had always been one of the nicest to you and slipped you treats from the smuggled goods. It didn’t hurt that he was definitely one of the most handsome Orcs with forest green skin and alluring magenta eyes.

“Double whiskey, doll,” he ordered, “oh and, for you.” 

Sehbuv grabbed your hand and pressed something long, hard, and wet at the bottom into it. Looking down, you saw it was a tusk. An Orc tusk, yellowed with old age and very recently removed. To grind down a tusk of an orc was a mark of shame, to remove one was saying you did not recognize them as an Orc anymore. You looked back up at him, and he gave you another wink. Clenching your hand around the gift, you stuttered a thank you before running off for his drink.

“Stay a moment, have a seat,” Godfather told you when you returned. “We must have words.”

“Of-of course,” you replied, shocked and a bit worried. Your eyes darted around, looking for a chair. Suddenly, Sehbuv pulled you into his lap. You gasped, but along with sounding surprised, there was a clear undertone of sensuality in it. The Orc chuckled but didn’t say anything. You gave Godfather your attention, trying to ignore how your arousal spiked by merely sitting on Sehbuv’s lap. It did not help that one of his hands rested on your lower back to steady you.

“Doll, you’ve been a good associate of ours for a while now. What has it been four years?”

“Nearly, yes.” The Orcs had been here for a little over five years but didn’t discover their obsession until a year after they arrived; the museum became their hang-out a few months later. Come to think of it, Shebuv had been the first Orc to visit the museum.

Godfather nodded. “And even before then, I remember you. You were the only human brave enough to bring the tribute to our camp by yourself. You were the only one interested in learning about us.”

“I am sure I wasn’t the only--”

“You were. The only one to genuinely be interested, at least.” Godfather leaned back in his chair, taking a long sip of ale. As you waited for him to continue, Sehbuv set his drink on the table, his hand going to rest on his lap but finding your thigh instead. You glanced at him, but his attention was on the don.

“Anyway, what I am getting at is that you, doll, have contributed a lot to this family. Big things like this speakeasy and spreading the knowledge of your past warrior families. And little things like adding our favorites to the tap and our images to the shrine of your warriors.” He gestured to the small section where you had put some photos of the Orcs in action and a group photo of the tribe after they had donned their “human” clothing for the first time.

“You have done all of this for us. In some ways, you are already part of the family. But as Ozoch pointed out, you are not family.”

Sehbuv’s fingers found the hem of your skirt and began inching up your thigh. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the don. “Given all that and what happened with Ozoch, I think it is time to give you an Orc.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think I need a guard. Unless you are suggesting someone to help out around here lifting barrels and…” It was hard to speak coherently. Your head was swimming from the Orc musk and Sehbuv’s playful touch. 

Godfather’s eyes connected with Sehbuv’s. Instantly, the younger Orc’s roaming hand was on the table holding his drink. The older Orc’s attention turned back on you. “I don’t think you’re following. I mean uvna Orciani tullu --blasted bluenose witch, censoring the translation spell.”

Kormor touched his shoulder to calm him. “Why don’t you leave that for Sehbuv? Explain how things are changing.”

Godfather sighed and nodded. “Long and short of it. The demons in this area have been pushed back, and the Rift is secured. There is no need for the family to be here to protect your town and the others in this territory. My family is going back to our world.”

Your heart sank. All this time was wasted, and now your chance was lost completely.

“We cannot maintain our territory here and the Old World. The non-warriors, on the other side, need us warriors to return. But we do not want to leave behind the luxuries of your world. My family is leaving, but the Orcs staying behind will form a new family with Sehbuv as the don. We will each work a side of the Rift, streamlining our operation.”

From the depths, your heart soared. There was still a chance. You glanced at Sehbuv; he grinned. “Congratulations. I would have gotten some bubbly for you if I’d known.”

“Thanks, doll, I am sure we can find a way to celebrate.” The hand that had been supporting your back slid down and cupped your ass.

Godfather cleared his throat, forcing your attention back to him. “As I was sayin’, Sehbuv will be the head of the family here. This new family will need to put down roots to grow. Find humans in this world to bring into the family as Orc-kin.”

“And I want the first Orc-kin of my family to be you, doll,” Sehbuv revealed. 

Shocked was a tame term for what you felt. There weren’t any Orc-kin the tribe had brought with them, but you had heard of them. You knew becoming Orc-kin, an official member of an Orc tribe, was a massive honor and something not to be taken lightly. They only allowed those who they saw as worthy into the tribe. “I…I am honored…I--sorry, I don’t know what to say.”

“Say yes,” Kormor suggested dryly.

“Yes!” The entire speakeasy, which you just realized had been intensely listening in, cheered.

Godfather let them cheer for a full minute before raising a hand for silence. He was smiling. “Excellent. Usually, we would have a dedicated area for the induction, but I believe this sacred space works…and I don’t think Sehbuv can wait much longer. Let the ceremony begin!”

Another round of cheers. Chairs scrapped on the ground as the Orcs stood. They began moving the furniture to clear space. Sehbuv scooped you up and began carrying you over his shoulder. The Orcs began to separate into two groups: those who would stay with Sehbuv’s new tribe and those who would return to the other world with Godfather.

They spoke in Orcish to each other and began to circle around you. Sehbuv’s hand was solidly on your ass, his thick fingers squeezing your rump. Your arousal was spiking once more. You had to take care of yourself soon, or else you’d be begging an Orc to fuck you, but it wasn’t like you could leave in the middle of something like this.

Suddenly, you were on your back, splayed across a table, with Sehbuv pressing his clothed but very substantial erection between your legs. Through the haze of arousal, it clicked. “Oh, give me an Orc as in--”

“Knock you up, doll,” Sehbuv finished. Not quite what you had thought, but the result was the same. You were finally getting the Orc cock you longed for. Sehbuv slid his hand between your legs. His thick, calloused fingers pushed aside your sodden panties, gliding along your slick pussy. A wanton moan escaped your lips, and your hips tilted up needily.

“ Hratz kaara-en olumno ,” he said with pleasured surprise. The Orcs around you hooted and stomped their feet in celebration. His fingers began to stroke you slowly as his huge body leaned over yours. “I am going riteh kaar Orciani kaara-en juublern. ”

“I have no idea what you just said, but whatever it was - yes! Please!” You rolled your hips, grinding against his fingers. Now that your dreams had become possible, you couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped a thick finger into you. A low moan escaped you; his finger felt as thick as two of yours. 

“How long have you wanted this, doll,” he asked, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

“Ever since you rode into town,” you confessed breathlessly.

“That is a long time.” He slipped another finger into your dripping hole and sped up fucking you with his hand. “Is that why you’ve been teasing us? You’ve been trying to get us to fuk you.”

“Yes! Please! I’m going to…” You gripped Sehbuv’s forearms as a powerful orgasm rocked your body. As you rode out the orgasm, he slowed the pumping of his fingers. Chest heaving, you stared up into his lustful eyes. You wanted more. 

Seeing your determination, a grin came to his face. “Undress, doll, before we tear that dress off you.”

He pulled back, allowing you to sit up. As his hand removed itself from inside of you, he grabbed your panties and, with a smooth tug, tore them from you. You stared at him with surprise. Lifting your sodden panties up, he sniffed deeply, then gave you a wink. Tucking the panties in his suit pocket, he slipped the jacket off and removed his suspenders. 

You kicked off your flats and sat up on the table. Sehbuv’s magenta eyes burned as they stared at you while he unbuttoned his shirt. You stared back, soaking in each inch of dark green skin he revealed. Reaching behind your back, you unzipped your dress. You couldn’t wear a bra with this low cut-off-the-shoulder dress; pulling the dress over your head, you were naked. The Orcs around you grunted and whooped as your body was bared to them.

Sehbuv was only halfway undressed. Your eyes were on him as you ran your hand over your body. Cupping your breasts, you began playing with your nipples. Twisting and tugging at them, releasing little moans as you did. Sehbuv nearly tore his pants in his hurry to remove them. His Orcish member sprang free, causing your pussy to clench at the sight. It was just as you had dreamed. Bright pink glands dripping with precum were proudly framed by the dark green foreskin of his long bulging cock. 

He batted your hands away from your breasts, and his hands took their place. His calloused fingers felt even better against your sensitive skin. Your free hands pulled his head down into a kiss. His tusks pressed against your flesh, his large mouth and tongue quickly overwhelming you.

Pulling back, he was handed a cup. “Drink up, doll.”

Taking the potion, you, without hesitation, drank the vivid green contents. It was a bit sour but had no immediate effect. “What was that?”

Sehbuv grinned. “Mostly an endurance potion.”

You had no time to wonder what he meant by mostly. He grabbed your head this time and gave you another dominating kiss. Pressing you down against the table, you felt his bare erection between your legs. He was about the same size as the largest toy you could fit in you, but the heat of it against your flesh had already surpassed your room-temperature silicone replicas.

“Please fuck me,” you gasped as he pressed kisses down your neck. “I need your cock in me.”

Pulling back slightly, Sehbuv held his cock against your slit, running his glands along it. “Mmm, fuck is same word in Orcish. I learned a little English for this. Doll, I am going to fuck your cunt with my cock now.”

The wide head of his cock pressed against your needy hole. You could feel him stretching you. God, this was so much better than silicone. Your hands clung to his shoulders as he slowly slid himself inside of you. “You feel good. Look at you taking me so well.”

You could feel every inch of his hot, hard cock as it entered you. You needed more, though. You needed all of him. “Move, please,” you begged.

“Whatever you say, doll.” Sehbuv began to thrust. You screamed in pleasure as his shaft hilted and hit every sensitive spot within you. His heavy balls slapped against your ass with each thrust. After a few thrusts, you were already approaching another orgasm.

“Fuck, Sehbuv! I’m already…I’m…”

“Tonight is about you, doll, don’t hold back.”

Another orgasm rocked your body, but Sehbuv didn’t lose pace. He kept thrusting into you, extending your pleasure. As your orgasm ended, he began to thrust faster. Each powerful thrust shook your body. Your legs locked around his waist in an attempt to hold on. Sehbuv began to grunt, and his grip on your flesh tightened. He was getting close.

“Are ya ready for me? I’m gonna fill you up,” he announced with a low growl.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted as yet a third orgasm approached. You needed something else to push you over the edge. You need him to cum in you.

Sehbuv’s thrusts became erratic. Then with a roar, you felt his thick cock swell within you. A scream tore from your throat as his hot sticky cum poured into your womb. Your nails dragged across his back as your body writhed from the pleasure. You swore you knew you were pregnant that instant. Fuck, given the magic potion, maybe you were.

“You good, doll,” Sehbuv asked as your straining muscles slowly released him.

“Yes…” You replied. Actually, you were better than fine. As Sehbuv pulled out of you, your body was already buzzing to go again. That was some endurance potion.

“Good. Cause the next part of the ceremony is about to begin.” Sehbuv stepped away from you. You sat up to see where he was gone and saw that all the other Orcs who had joined his side of the family were now naked and aroused as well. They stared at you with lustful eyes.

“Now that the seed of our new family has taken root, it needs fertilizer, doll,” Sehbev explained, “Orcs believe that power from all those who fuck the mother is given to a child. And you’ve been teasing us for years. You’ll make sure we’re satisfied, right?”

Your body buzzed with energy from the endurance potion. You looked around at the variety of Orc cocks and cunts around you. A grin came to your face. “I’ve been waiting five years for this; you all better make sure I am satisfied.”

Read about the Orc orgy here: Family Welcome

Comments and reblogs are appreciated.

Find more stories in my Masterlist

More Sehbuv (and the Family): NSFW Boyfriend Alphabet The Scars [SFW]

[josefiendelphine]

The elf Hill legacy challenge!

🌿 Welcome to "The Elf Hill" Legacy Challenge! 🌿

Greetings, Simmers! 🌟 I’m thrilled to introduce my newest legacy challenge: The Elf Hill! This magical, fantasy-inspired journey will take your Sims through generations of elven heritage, steeped in nature, lore, and enchantment. 🍃✨

What’s the challenge about? Your legacy begins with a single elf, chosen to carry on the traditions of an ancient, mystical elf family. They live in harmony with nature, far from the hustle and bustle of the modern world, deep within the hills. Over the generations, your Sims will explore their bond with the earth, build a legacy filled with magic, and protect their elf roots.

Challenge Highlights: 🧝‍♂️ Start with a founder who embodies the wisdom and grace of the elves.

🌸 Embrace nature by growing your own food, caring for animals, and avoiding modern technology.

🔮 Each generation has unique goals, from mastering ancient elf magic to preserving their mystical hilltop home.

🏞️ Build and design a natural, earthy home that feels like it grew from the land itself.

💎 Explore relationships, friendships, and rivalries with other magical creatures along the way.

This challenge is perfect for those who love storytelling, fantasy worlds, and unique gameplay! Get ready to embrace the elf lifestyle and create a beautiful, nature-bound legacy. 🌿✨

Ready to begin?

Head over to my blog or insta for the full challenge rules and share your Sims’ journey with me using #ElfHillChallenge! I can’t wait to see the magical legacies you create. 🧝‍♀️💫

Thank you for your continued support, and I hope you enjoy this enchanting new challenge! 🧚‍♀️💖

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[sunshine-and-rosiers]

intro post! <3

OOC: this is a rp blog for Pandora Rosier. if you don't like it, leave. my main blog is @siriuslyobsessed394. <3

hi my lovesss! I'm pandora! (she/her) <3

i'm pan (in name, sexuality, and preferred container in which to scramble eggs), a minor, a proud ravenclaw <i repeat, proud RAVENCLAW. Not Slytherin. Wow, some house pride that's not gryff or slytherin, that's wild>, a feminist, a fangirl, a theatre kid, a supporter of lgbtqia+ rights and an enormous nerd when it comes to care of magical creatures, herbology, divination, shakespeare, and science. If you've got a problem with any of that, I've got a problem with you.

my hobbies include painting, divination, drawing, reading, poetry, baking, making flower garlands, going for walks in the woods, studying animals, concocting potions, and making things explode.

i love to make more friends, and unless you're insulting my heritage/identity/friends, I'm chill with you.

people i know (under the cut)

OOC: um so im part of multiple rps so this is a lil confusing, but this group is mostly in a community, a lot less interacting blog-wise, so here we go!

people i know (from @werewolfadmirer’s rp / the muggle life)

rita - gossip queen, don't make her mad or she will come after you, dorm mate, love her <3

em - so chaotic, matches my freak, rlly smart, helps source the gossip, love her <3

@gorgeous-golden-gilderoy - Gil - honestly kind of a genius, could be top of the class if he tried, perhaps into a certain blonde gryff.

@xenophilius-the-strange - Phil - Amazing at transfiguration, super smart, amazing in zoology, he’s awesome. <3333

@marlz-mckinnon - lesbian rockstar quidditch bestie

@miss-lily-evans-potter - super smart, amazing in potions (i could never) and charms. love u girl. platonically. of course.

@marylicious - girl has an infinite supply of confidence and a bigger than infinite sense of style <3

@moony-lupin-rjl - insanely smart, very good at care for magical creatures, (somehow) loves chocolate even more than i

@w-o-r-m-t-a-i-l - really sweet tbh, nice guy, he’s great.

@prongspotter-s - siri's bff, despised by my brother's friendgroup, he seems nice tho, tbh idk what to think lol

@blacksheepoftheblackfamily - blows stuff up almost as often as i do, drama queen, theatre kid, bestie

@hestia-farida-jones - honestly just such a sweetheart. I really want to get to know her better <3

@little-star-regulus - istg kid get some SLEEP. probably not human but we love him for that. my bff <3

@evan-a-rosier - my idiot little brother (yes I can call you ‘little’ even if it’s only three and a half minutes, ev.)

@fartybartyjunior - future brother-in-law and possibly even more of an idiot, but also somehow a genius at the same time?? he’s rlly nice when u get to know him though.

cas - marls's gf, ev's friend, shes awesome, love her

@bitterandbruisedsev - ur alr ig.

@bellatrix-carina-black - bestie, murderous queen, probably fav cuz, love her.

@cissa-swans - she’s quiet but just as badass as her sis, fabulous, perfect child, love her

people i know from The Best Marauders Roleplay:

Siri: @poppy-petals18

James: @jfpotter-official

Reggie: @reggiebytes

Barty: @bartysguitar

Ev: @in-a-different-timeline

Lils: @werewolfadmirer

Mary: @lovelylilypad-s

Dorcas: @frolickinginthemeadowes

Sev: @snifellus

Bella: @astoria-nyx-moon

people i know from A Very Marauders Roleplay:

@siriusly-padf0ot - way too loud, impulsive, and destructive, that's why we're friends.

@star-of-lions - needs to take care of himself. also dont make him angry or he will kill your friends and family and your family's friends and your friends' families

@marlene-rp - scary feminist quidditch girl who's just a big softie on the inside (dont deny it marls)

@tortoiselove -

@loony-j-moony - very chill 28/29.5 days. also is very good care of magical creatures and takes very good notes.

@snifellus - actually rlly fun when you get to know him, been a bestie since forever <3

@regulus0cantswim0black - idiot number one. polar opposite of chill, will murder you just for funsies if you piss him off even a little, we love him for it

@in-a-different-timeline - idiot number two, my little brother. (yes i can call you little if it's just four minutes. dont argue ev, its a waste of time)

@james-loves-the-stars - one of the only people i know who would try to avoid going on a murder frenzy.

@d0rcas-in-the-mead0wes - savage, badass, has the best hair, ly girl (platonically ofc dont come after me marls)

@marymacdonaldxoxo - gorgeous diva, amazing fashion sense

@for-petes-sake - insanely good at herbology, hilarious, tells the best stories, good at cheering ppl up

@lumnarus - roomie, bestie, very smart, ly

@astoria-nyx-moon - bestie, murderous queen, love her <3

[maleyanderecafe]

Hi!! Hope you're having a wonderful day/night!!

I was going through your recommendation list and since I didn't see it, I'd like to recommend Reanimated heart vn to you!! It's my number one most beloved VN and it's extremely well written!! It's also partially voice acted and has a really cool character journal and inventory system!! And one of the LI Vincenzo is also a yandere!!

I feel like you may like it!!

Phew you were right this is a really well made game. It took me a bit to play it because despite it only really going over the prologue/first chapter (or from what I heard, half of it) there's a ton of content within it (that and while I was playing it, there was an update, so there's that as well.) Since there's not a guide currently and I'm kind of useless without a guide, I did my best to see as much of the content as possible. Vincenzo definitely shows signs of being a yandere (along with Black) though since this is just a prologue, not too much has gone on yet. This game has pretty extensive worldbuilding as well and can get pretty gory at times, thus the r18 rating. You can find more information @doubledeadstudio.

This game is pretty lengthy and you can actually pursue three love interests (Crux, Black and Vincenzo). Since Vincenzo is the main topic of this ask, I'll be focusing my time on him, though I'll still mention things from Black's route as well. The blog also mentions that Crux might be one as well, though at least currently in the game I don't really see too many signs of it, but I can theorize near the end.

The story starts out with Moss/Player (default name, though Moss sounds better so I'm going to just use Moss) trying to escape as the world devolves into violence and chaos, riots everywhere. While leaving, they are hit by a car, but instead of actually dying, they instead get isekaied to another world with a green sky and a giant tree in the center (like yggsdril) before being jumpscared by a guy with a lot of teeth looming over them. They are eventually caught by two guys after attempting to run away, Black, the one who jumpscared Moss and is now a zombie and Crux, the mage who brought him there. Crux explains whats going on to a confused Moss and Black. Basically, Crux and Black were friends in the original world. Black died from trying to save a girl from getting shot and the Crux from the original world had set up a spell in advanced to get him revived. However, Moss ended up interfering by accident, leading to the two of them being transferred to this world with no way out and for Black to essentially become a zombie. Crux as a mage is able to be aware of his other selves in other worlds, which is why he knows about all of this, though now that they're both stuck here, they have to find places to live. Crux sets up Black in a recently deceased person's house and Moss with a friend named Greta, whose mother had just recently died. Upon going to Greta's place, we learn a little big more about the world that they have transported to: magic is something that everyone has (which is given by the giant tree), there are magical creatures here, people who come here from other worlds are called outsiders and that apparently Moss does have some sort of powers (this is more implied though). We also learn about Greta herself, as she sells weed to pay for rent (which later can become Moss's part time job), she and her mother had a close relationship (thus the reason that she wanted someone to be in the house, as it was too lonely to bare without her) and that she's generally fairly somber in nature, though takes care of Moss fairly well by providing meals and other things. After setting up, Moss heads to sleep.

The next day, Black asks to meet up with Moss downtown and upon meeting up with him, we learn that Black seems to not really eat normal food anymore nor really sleep or have a heartbeat, though he seems to have a great craving for humans (as a zombie would) and decides that eating the guy who ran Moss over is a good idea. The two end up tracking the guy into an abandoned factory. However, upon getting there we find that someone else has already gotten to him first, and quite literally, as someone is already killing and ripping this man apart into flesh and other pieces. We are met by Vincenzo, the killer and Black ends up eating the remains of the person. After going back and sleeping, the next day Crux basically gets Moss to get a job and start pulling their weight by running deliveries for Greta. Crux ends up driving them to many places to run their deliveries and chatting about what happened the day before. With this we learn a couple of things about Vincenzo: that he's a well known serial killer that has a lot of copycats, that even when killed he is able to somehow revive and continue killing people and that there's a lot of people who fangirl/find him hot. After this you can choose the route that you'll be going for.

So we'll be going for Vincenzo's route first. Moss gets curious about the fact that Vincenzo can regenerate and thus goes back to the abandoned factory to check it out. However, before even getting there and reaching downtown, they are caught by Vincenzo and brought to the factory after passing out. Upon waking up, Moss is bound to a chair with Vincenzo lying his head on their lap. He seems to have taken an interest in Moss seeing that they seem to have basically materialized out of nowhere and pretty much claims them as his. He recounts how similar the two were, that he too was captured by a military general and bound into the dark for years, eventually falling in love and killing him. After questioning him and his intentions with Black (he best responds to obedient answers and betraying Black, it seems) and eventually Moss is forced to be his toy (or killed otherwise) through a ring created by magic that binds the two together.

After heading out and hanging out with Greta more (or going to your bedroom), you are brought by Crux the next day to join a volunteer/rebellion group where we meet Asha, a person we actually delivered to previously. Hana, the leader of the organization introduces everyone to the Evergreen Volunteer Organization where they house people who are homeless, help out in soup kitchen and pick litter off the streets. Crux and Black immediately start asking a bunch of questions including pointing out the lack of members in the group, and why they aren't doing more to actually oppose the government wrongdoings (mostly because people are terrified of Vincenzo which has killed off a lot of their members), which really makes Hana think until a lady named Brandi comes out to basically kick Hana while she's down even more before Hana ultimately kicks her out. After watching Crux and Black bicker, Moss goes to comfort Hana, though Hana agrees that the questioning did help her realize that she has backpedaled in what their organization originally stood for and how far they've fallen and how she's changed since first starting the organization. Upon going back, Moss can either pass out or talk to Vincenzo about what they had done for the day. We can then go and talk with the various characters and run deliveries for Greta. Talking to Vincenzo, we can learn about his mutations and his living quarters (the mutation seems to be caused by a "deal" made with a powerful abomination so that he can have powers but also so the abomination can sort of puppet his body around.

Upon returning back, Greta asks Moss to help her get rid of a Mutie problem, basically a type of pest that is common there and is currently wrecking havoc on her lawn. She asks moss to go to the market to get something that can get rid of the mutie, and sends Moss on their way after giving them some money. After going through a strange ritual to get there, Moss encounters one of the shopkeepers, Missy and buys some things, most importantly a comic book about muties. Upon leaving, Moss runs into Crux who seems to have also wanted the comic as well. Seeing as the information is accurate, Crux proposes a trade where he'll get rid of the mutie in exchange for the comic book. Upon returning to Greta's house, we learn that muties are sort of spirits that have some sort of unfinished business, and after Crux pulls out some magical garments to allow the mutie to pass on, Moss gives him the comic book. Afterwards, Vincenzo tells Moss to meet him downtown (and ignoring this leads to something weird crawling inside of them at night). Upon meeting up with Vincenzo for this date, bringing moss to a table with a naked women tied up and basically tells Moss that they can do anything with her. You can then decide to try to let her go, rape her or kill her (Vincenzo responds best to killing her in a vicious way, which is pretty much what I did immediately because of course I did). Whether you are able to save this lady, kill her or otherwise defile her, the date eventually ends. The next day, Moss returns to the volunteer organization after seeing an email pretty much going full attack and petitioning a new law that had just came out by getting signatures. As a result, Black and Moss go out to get signatures from various places eventually finding two bodies at a construction site. After this, Moss gets a choice of where to work at, either at the same bar as Black, as a magical apprentice with Crux or continuing delivering for Grete.

After that you have freetime to visit people and buy things. We learn from Vincenzo that the two bodies are in fact not his killings but rather killings from a copycat killer, that he dated Crux before and that he has the ability to leave this world if he wants to. The next day you are presented with the opportunity to go to the protesting that Hana has organized or to skip it and end up helping Black with something. Either way, the next day, Moss heads downtown after Vincenzo summons them again, this time however, appearing as a woman. And here you can tell her your preferences for either form. Vincenzo remarks that Black has been arrested (whether you know that or not is based on the previous choice) and that Vincenzo wants to get revenge on the person who tried to impersonate her killings. After tracking down this Irving Dunham, Vincenzo gets you to become a distraction to get him out and so they can kidnap him. Vincenzo kidnapped him basically to see if there was any potential in him, though after he admits to killing his family, he ends up dying/bleeding by her hands. In the end, Vincenzo gives basically an upgraded ring to help Moss in case something happens to them.

Black's route mostly goes around the sudden transformation of being a zombie and his sense of morality as well as Moss visiting him while he's getting a tattoo. I won't go as detailed into it since other than him being overprotective over Moss (mostly because he feels guilty that he was the reason that Moss came here in the first place), we don't see to much of the yandere side of him (and the ask is more on Vincenzo rather than Black, I just thought I'd also mention him since at least stated on the tumblr page, he might also qualify as a yandere).

So yeah, anyways, this game is really well made. With just the game system alone there's an inventory and journal section and I love the way the UI is done (since I'm a sucker for cool UI in games) as the entire UI system is more reminiscent of a scrapbook. The world itself is also very cool too, with it's green skies and magic, definitely portrays a certain mood along with its themes of injustice, society, punk/rebel type of culture and others. Seriously, this world is genuinely very interesting and a lot of thought and effort was put into it. The characters too are all pretty fun to interact with, Crux is sly at times but still pretty caring, Black is more direct but has a soft side, Vincenzo has a genuine creepy feeling to him to contrast with his more charming personality, Asha has a very chill vibe, while Greta is more somber (for some reason she kind of reminds me of Elliot Reed) and then my favorite girl Hana is not only cute but commanding. I think its really nice that despite the fact that we're introduced to so many characters that they are all unique in a way that I can remember. There's a ton of concepts that get explored as well, from morality to mortality, to religion, and societal issues. It is very wild to me that this game isn't more popular than it is currently.

Considering this is just the prologue/first chapter, we don't really know the extent to how Vincenzo will evolve as a character and as a yandere. We see already that he had tendencies given his previous partners and the guard that imprisoned him, killing him out of love and we see that he has a sense of possessiveness to him, especially when Moss is claimed by him. He seems to enjoy violence over everything considering that he is a serial killer and likes obedience overall, as well as worry when Moss isn't around which is why he equips them with the ring near the end. As a yandere, I can see him more as a violent type and one that when when he grows an attachment is the type to either kill them (out of an overwhelming love, as we see with the guard) or to possibly become his partner in crime (for lack of a better word). I do see him having an obsession with the player given that at least in this route, Moss is thrown into more dire situations where they can be violent or otherwise evil and we can kind of see that corruption already taking place as the game goes on, even in just the prologue. Technically speaking I guess it wouldn't be so much as a strictly male yandere, but rather a genderfluid one since Vincenzo can be a girl, but I mean, you do in the end get to choose so given the option I'll just consider it a "male" yandere. But yeah, I see Vincenzo as a combination of a lot of types, more manipulative to a certain degree, violent for sure, unpredictable and always testing the player. Having this kind of serial killer yandere that can't be killed as well as having to experience the gore of such things in the game is pretty terrifying. Aside from that he also kidnaps and stalks people (including the player).

Black on the other hand is more overprotective if anything and we can already see that in the game so far. In a lot of places, he's worried about the player and will often defend them in many places, case in point: meeting Vincenzo for the first time. Much of his route is his struggles with his new zombie form, having not only having to eat humans to sustain himself but also to prevent himself from attacking Moss, even asking them to chain him up in the room. He always seems a bit ashamed in a sense to eat humans in front of the player and is always wanting to help. In a sense, Black is very similar to a guard dog, though at the moment it seems mostly out of guilt for dragging Moss into the world rather than having any romantic feelings for them. I think if there are any endings in the future that are yanderelike, it would probably be due to an overprotective action such as killing one of Moss's friends that might be a danger to them.

Crux is a little harder to decipher, but we do see more of his tender side in his route. While he is sly and manipulative, often stalking, hacking and reading through other people (such as Black's) history, we also see that he is very protective over his family. Crux is the type of guy who seems very does whatever he wants and goes with the flow, though he's clearly harboring another secret given that he seems to recognize Moss, but won't admit to it. Hard to say though since while Crux does take an interest in Moss during his route and we do have the option to kiss him, I just don't know enough right now to know if he's a yandere. Kind of an interesting thing to see in the future though!

Overall, really well made game/demo. I really like the atmosphere and the level of polish this game has and the characters are all fantastic. It'll be cool to see how the love interest in this story develop and hopefully show more of their yandere side as it goes.

[ruiniel]

HIIIII! i've been reading a bit through your blog and i've liked it a lot, the way you write for alucard is very sweet and i haven't seen much of him x male reader so could i make a request?

in my mind reader helped alucard along with trevor and sypha, but reader is a magical creature that lives within the forest and takes care of alucard from afar after sypha and trevor left so it was only just the two of them even after the events with taka and sumi. this is just for little context.

so, reader is pretty much very in love with alucard and is always to his disposition, but when greta arrives and starts to notice how happy he looks with her, reader starts to question if he's even good enough for alucard so even if he's at alucard's disposition he starts to drift away thinking that alucard may be better off with greta. that until alucard finds him again and formalize ofc 🥰

thanks for reading allat and if you're not interested feel free to ignore it, bye bye!

Thank you for the prompt, here's a little scene. I took a pre-poly relationship approach here...

For each other

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021) | Pairing: Alucard x male reader | Rating: T Count: 2K | Tags: self-deprecation, pining, angst, feels

A late, sunny afternoon. There is no one but the two of them in the large kitchen: Alucard has her pinned against a counter, his gaze dropping from her warm brown eyes to her lips, leaning close enough to taste—

They break apart at the sound of something thudding onto a hard surface. Alucard turns his head, eyes still glazed and heartbeat soaring from their kiss. He blinks owlishly at the sight of you unleashing a hoard of crab apples on the table.

You’d been gone for some time, and now meticulously catch the escaped apples and gather them back into the large wicker basket, all the while doing a great job of not looking at Greta or Alucard, staring at you. “Don’t stop on my account,” you murmur, leaning over to catch an apple about to roll off the table.

“...?” Greta untangles herself from Alucard’s arms, half-turning.

“Found plenty of these in a glade not far from here,” you say as you arrange the fruit. “Fallen from the trees, just there to rot if nobody uses them. Who would have thought?” You turn away, taking an apple and avoiding their eyes as you make to leave.

Greta calls your name. “Wait,” she tries again, taking a step forward, but Alucard’s hold is tight on her wrist.

As the door shuts behind you, Greta moves to go after you, anyway; Alucard holds her fast. “Perhaps…” he says, turning her gently to face him, “Let me speak to him, this time.”

Greta nods. There are many things to speak of indeed, things long overdue. Knowing what happened and all you’ve been through together until this point, it might be best for Alucard to reach you first. Her fingers graze the side of his face. “Bring him back.”

When the door is closed, you stare at the stone walls of the corridor, your gaze traveling up, up, up, to the high ceiling. Your ears are ringing. There comes a need to be anywhere but here. 

Your body takes initiative before your mind does and then you’re pacing through castle halls, away, away, through tall grass, through dust and dirt until you find yourself…

“I’ll never escape this, will I?” you speak, gazing up absently at the remains of the Belmont Manor. You’re not even sure how you got here but take a deep breath, head tipping up to the sky.

So what? This is a good thing, right? Alucard being less miserable is a good thing. Greta having him is a good thing, and they need more Good Things in their lives. You want their happiness, would kill to see either of them pleased and living out their best days, such as they are. It’s all win-win here.

Then why the moping?

They don’t owe you anything. She doesn’t, Alucard doesn’t. Could you be such a supremely conceited dumbass that you actually thought needing them and being there meant you deserved to be a part of…

They’re your friends, your companions, the only people who ever cared. They’re your only friends, comes that voice within. So what, you love them no less.

You open your eyes, frowning at the clouds as though seeing daylight for the first time in your life.

You... love them.

Both.

You walk the broken grounds, through what used to be antechambers, through what used to be a dining room.

Breathe. Breathe, you idiot.

Fact is, one doesn’t always get what one wants — in your case almost never, which is just the bare truth and not you feeling sorry for yourself.

Well, you are, but that doesn’t make it less true.

Again, so what? So what, so what—the two words churn in your mind, an endless storm stealing your breaths without remorse. You drag both hands over your face. You’ve been out of it for too long, until you’ve stumbled upon Alucard, never lingered on what it entails, but now you know, now you see.

So, then, this must be jealousy. Feels great. Not only does God hate you, God placed a price on your head and sent their rabid revenge hounds with devotion and tenderness and lust crushed between their teeth, smashing inadequacy and resentment together in merciless jaws before biting into your face.

Someone calls your name.

You start, the breaths freezing in your chest. Great. You sigh. “You really have to stop creeping up on people like that.” Can you do this now?

“I’m sorry,” Alucard says, then just. Stands there.

Oh, no. You can’t do this now. You kick the dirt. “What is it, Alucard?” If you felt miserable before, now guilt and shame joined in and are having a day of it.

“It’s Alucard, now?” he asks softly, and you shake your head, avoiding his eyes. You’d slipped into calling him ‘Adrian’ not long ago. “Either way, I was hoping you could tell me,” he continues.

“Look, I’m just out here... for some time to think...”

“... which was so urgent a need, you had to rush out without looking back, despite Greta calling your name.”

You discover: when you’re hurting after someone, it only hurts more if they ridicule you. “Your point?” you pinch your brows, trying very hard not to lash out, not to be an asshole, because Alucard... Adrian doesn’t deserve it.

Alucard tilts his head to one side, takes another few steps, then sits down on the ruins—and doesn’t catch fire, a childish part of you thinks. “I know things between us have always been,” he looks you in the eye, “complicated.”

“Understatement of the century,” you stare up at the broken clock tower. “We’re going back to me asking about your point.” Your heart beats faster, and you know he can sense it.

Alucard watches you closely, kindly. His lips part. “You were there for me when I needed you. When I didn’t even know… what I needed.”

“... we did that for each other,” you mutter. “Alucard, really, you can stop this. I’m not a total idiot. You two are together, that’s great. You’ve been through so much, you deserve some peace of mind,” you say, even as Alucard rises and nears you. “And hell knows Greta deserves it, now would you please, please, leave it?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you’re begging. You never begged in your life, not even when you were held down at knife point, helpless and with your powers snuffed by magic. But now you’re compelled to because, because…

“I only want to remind you,” Alucard follows, looking at you, “that you once told me I wasn’t alone.”

Your eyes widen for a moment. You look away, unable to keep the misery from your voice. “Why are you going back there?” 

“Why are you running away?” He is close enough that you’re unable to move. “I am also at fault. I’ve been absorbed by my loss that I failed to see you.”

“You still mourn your family, which is a grand pass in my book. Look,” you stare at Alucard’s genuinely curious expression. “I… you need the time. Take it.”

“You care so much about what I need?” His face is honest as he meets your eyes. 

“Does that surprise you?” you ask, crawling beneath your facade, which you get the feeling falls short before Alucard now, anyway.

“I need you.”

You’ve never been the violent sort, unless someone threatened what you cherished. But now you want to punch him, because this… the implication is a joke beyond your wildest dreams, the ones that wake you up in a sweat with your pulse in a rush, where golden eyes turn red, with hot breaths in your ear and you can still taste—“Don’t.”

“I do,” Alucard looks up at the broken tower, then back at you. “And I nearly waited too long.”

He comes closer, a hand on your shoulder. You stare at it, then at Alucard, and you absolutely loathe your body in this moment, for all it wants is closer. “You’re with Greta.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Alucard’s eyes narrow. “Yes, you remembered Greta, gods willing.” His face becomes colder, but his eyes are pleading something you can’t understand. “I love her.”

“I’m … glad for you,” you say, falling apart.

Alucard shakes his head. “I love her, and she worried herself sick over you, stood by you for days and nights, tending to you when you were wounded. She can’t bear the thought of you leaving here, wanted to run after you just now and ask what happened because she can’t stand to always see you unhappy. Do you see a pattern?”

“I just… I care about her very much, as you likely have guessed,” you mumble, “all I want is for her to be happy. For… for you to be… .”

“Then don’t run,” Alucard says. “Not from her, not from me.”

“I never run.”

“Then don’t.”

“I just said—nevermind,” you mutter with a smile, spent and needy and you would just…

“Come back inside,” Alucard urges softly, running those long, nervous fingers along your scalp, forehead pressed to yours.

You shudder, would purr like a shameless cat if scraps of your dignity weren’t in the way. “... fine,” you murmur, lips curving upward against your will, fears dispersing like shadows chased by the coming dawn. 

Alucard’s hand cups your head again, but now it’s different; there’s hunger in the touch. You lean forward, helpless. Defeated. Aching.

You’re caught in an embrace, like the Inevitable wrapping itself around you and heaven or hell help you. There’s no escape, for you lack the will to fight this, then wonder why you would—isn’t this what… what you wanted? Didn’t you gut yourself over precisely this, wasting nights away, mind on Alucard and what you share and what you feel, what it would be like, to be close to him… to them? 

“You make everything so difficult for me all the time, you know that?” you say with Alucard… Adrian’s breath on your lips.

“I believe I’m actually making it easy.” He’s smiling, pointedly.

You draw back a little and Alucard follows, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. “Are you sure—”

“Are you really going to question me kissing you now?” he admonishes fondly and noses at your cheek, upper lip curling like it does when he’s annoyed.

“Fair,” you admit defeat, and with that, tilt your head just enough; feel Alucard’s soft lips between your teeth, Alucard’s tongue curling around yours, his taste and you’re grabbing onto the collar of his coat with both hands—more to keep yourself upright, in all honesty—remembering everything: the tingling, slow, hard pressure of Alucard’s mouth, the weakness in your knees and the flare burning low in your body. It’s just as… no, it’s even better than you thought, not as desperate but closer, softer, deeper. You can only liken it to drowning on air, on want, on taste and the sweet-heady scent of skin.

When you tug with abandon at his lip, Alucard brings you to his chest, a foot wedged between yours, hands ordering your hips flush together. All you can think of is how you shouldn’t be enjoying the manhandling as much but you desperately do, and would like more but this is too good a dream to switch for gratification now, too eager to feel him and your unspoken needs weaved together like bonds.

You release the collar of Alucard’s coat, thumbs drifting along his jaw, the determined, hard lines and smooth skin, the way his nose bumps into your cheek as you kiss, the way your own body runs hot and melds with his rising heat.

“Am I dead?” you ask, breathless when you slowly break apart. You stare at Alucard with a self-deprecating smile, the longing bare on your face, panting once, twice, only for Alucard to kiss you again.

You give up and hug him tighter, hands roaming and clutching at him, drifting down to his waist as Alucard twists with you and presses forward until your back meets the nearest wall.

“Wait... weren’t we... going inside?” you pant, looking beyond his shoulder. People are still walking to and fro, though for now you’ve been reasonably sheltered from any curious eyes.

“Right... yes... of course,” Alucard answers in much the same way. He wastes not a moment in dragging you after him, his arm tight around your waist.

[warydoom]

Welcome to the Void They say if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Well, I did. And it turns out the abyss is surprisingly cozy, has excellent wifi, and is absolutely wallpapered with AO3 tabs. Welcome to my blog!

This is my little corner of the internet for all things fan-made and brainrot-inducing. Expect a chaotic mix of fic snippets, incoherent screaming about character arcs at 3 AM, reblogs of god-tier fanart, and meta that is three parts literary analysis and seven parts pure, unfiltered obsession.

If you've found your way here, let's get acquainted.

About the Proprietor of This Particular Void

Alias: Void

Pronouns: She/her

Current Status: A feral creature fueled by iced coffee and the emotional devastation of my favorite fictional characters. Probably procrastinating on something important by being here.

My Writer's DNA // A.K.A. My Favorite Tropes This is the kind of stuff you can expect me to write and reblog with reckless abandon. If you send me a prompt, odds are it'll get infused with one of these:

Found Family: My absolute beloved. Give me a mismatched crew of traumatized weirdos, emotionally constipated soldiers, or reluctant heroes who bicker endlessly but would burn down the world for each other. The more dysfunctional the bonds and the more they refuse to admit they care, the better.

Hurt/Comfort & Whump: The absolute cornerstone of this establishment. This is the whump-to-hurt/comfort pipeline, and the pipes are clean and the water pressure is phenomenal. Let's put our blorbos through the emotional and physical wringer. Break a bone, catch a nasty non-magical flu, get captured, have a full-blown panic attack about it later. Why? So another character can find them, patch them up, and deliver the quiet, tender care they both desperately need. This is the good stuff.

Angst With a Purpose: I'm not here for pointless misery. I'm here for the good, artisanal angst. The pining, the yearning, the miscommunication that actually makes sense, the painful self-realizations, the "I'm not good enough for you" speeches that get proven wrong. But it has to lead somewhere—usually to one of the tropes mentioned above.

Enemies/Rivals to Lovers: The delicious, slow-burn knife-to-throat-to-kissing pipeline. I want the tension, the begrudging respect, the moment one of them realizes "oh no, they're hot AND competent," and the eventual chaotic collapse into feelings.

Canon Divergence / Fix-It Fic: That one canon event that broke me? No it didn't. In this house, we have ✨creative differences✨ with canon. I am the benevolent and sometimes wrathful god of my own AUs, and I am here to fix what was so cruelly broken.

There Was Only One Bed: The classic. The legend. It will never not be funny or fraught with delicious tension. Bonus points if one of them is an absolute blanket hog.

Coffee Shop & Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlour AUs: (Peak comfort. Not much else to say)

The "Everybody Lives" Mandate (No Major Character Death)

Let me be crystal clear: I am not here to hurt you (or me) permanently.

Canon can kill off whoever it wants; in this house, we write fix-its and everyone gets therapy. I will whump my blorbos until the heat death of the universe, but at the end of the day, they are all getting tucked into bed, possibly with a cup of tea and a heated blanket. I'm allergic to tragic endings and I do not write major character death.

If you're looking for that, you've stumbled into the wrong corner of the abyss. This is a recovery ward, not a morgue.

The Fandoms That Have Claimed My Soul

If you're into any of these, we're probably going to get along just fine.

Anime & Manga

Jujutsu Kaisen: My brainrot has its own Infinite Void. Come scream about Gojo, Geto, and the disaster that is Yuji Itadori with me.

My Hero Academia: Either Class 1-A is causing chaos that requires a group text, or Shota Aizawa needs a 72-hour nap. There is no in-between.

Haikyuu!!: My emotional support volleyball boys. Here for the team dynamics, the rivalries, and the pure, concentrated friendship.

Attack on Titan: Come for the giant man-eating monsters, stay for the crushing generational trauma and political philosophy. It's a fun time!

One Piece: I have sold my soul to a rubber pirate and his found family of weirdos, and I have zero regrets. The One Piece IS REAL!

Avatar: The Last Airbender: The OG masterpiece. Bending, found family, and the greatest redemption arc of all time. (Politely, this is a No Korra Zone.)

Comics // Where It All Started

DC & Marvel: My interests are basically the Bat-Family's collective therapy bill, the MCU's aggressive "we are a family" agenda, and the Spider-Verse's beautiful, angsty identity crises.

Film, Books & Ineffable Husbands

Star Wars: Give me Jedi having emotional breakdowns, clones deserving a retirement plan, and morally grey people making bad decisions in space.

Our Flag Means Death & Good Omens: The corner of the blog where soft pirates and ineffable demons have permanently rearranged my brain chemistry.

Lord of the Rings: I believe in the supremacy of Second Breakfast and the unwavering loyalty of Samwise Gamgee.

Harry Potter / Wizarding World: The Marauders Era is my Roman Empire. I like the kids too, but Marauders is my Sandbox Therapy. Coincidentally, also partial to any AU where they all just get therapy instead of becoming tragic heroes.

Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The gods are parents and the kids are paying for it. In a fun, adventure-road-trip kind of way!

The Hunger Games: I am here for the dystopian commentary and rebellion, but I want to be very clear: WE ARE GIVING THEM HAPPY ENDINGS IN THIS HOUSE. I am the benevolent god of this blog; Peeta gets to bake his bread in peace.

Sherlock (BBC): For the high-functioning sociopaths and the bloggers who love them. The mind palace is *REAL*.

Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice and Fire: Ah yes, the one with the dragons, the direwolves, and the frankly irresponsible amount of character culling. I am here for the political backstabbing, the world-building, and to apply my "Everybody Lives" mandate with the force of a tactical nuke. The Starks deserved a goddamn family reunion, and in this void, they're going to get one.

Games & The Grimdark Future

Resident Evil: Why is everyone so ridiculously hot while fighting eldritch bioweapons? It's a genuine, scientific question.

Call of Duty: Task Force 141 lives in my head rent-free, and I'm pretty sure my personality is now 15% Ghost's stoicism and 85% Soap's terrible jokes.

Warhammer 40,000: FOR THE EMPEROR! Come for the dudes in giant power armor, stay for the psychic shenanigans, the glorious legions, and the primal joy of a good WAAAGH!

Navigating The Abyss // Tags & Rules

Tagging: I do my best to tag for major triggers and spoilers! General chat is usually #the void talks, fics are tagged by the main ship/fandom they are in, and random stuff Probably doesn't need a tag? (I'm new here, this may be subject to changes)

DNI: The usual applies—if you're a bigot (racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.), a TERF, or just here to start discourse fires, please see yourself out. The void does not want you. This is a pro-fiction space for fun and brainrot.

So, pull up a chair. The abyss is vast and full of stories. My ask box is always open for prompts, questions, or just screaming into the void together.

Let's see what gazes back.

[hpdabbles]

I don't know if you also accept writing requests on this blog, but if so, could you please write more about fae! Harry? I really loved the concept and keep rereading this post again and again. Thank you so much in advance.

Harry's sorting is a little different from the rest of the school. Professor Feline, a stern woman with a lovely Scottish accent, made him wait in the hallway while the rest of the first years were taken inside.

At first, he had grown frightful that she wouldn't allow him to attend school, but his nerves were settled when Belle had leaned in to whisper that all Potters weren't allowed in areas where attendance was made.

It was to protect the students' real names.

Once every last first year was sorted, and the Headmaster explained why they could not say their names in his presence to the muggle-raised children, Professor Feline would come back for him and sort him. Harry figured the woman hadn't given her real name because her identity didn't wrap around him like all the muggles he'd met.

And wasn't that a shock? After Belle had explained everything she knew about the Potter Family, Harry realized something.

Apparently, someone giving him their name was the magical equivalent of giving him control over their person. It was a binding that only his people- the Fae- could do. If he commanded it, the person who give away their name, must do anything he desired. He could have them become his servant, command them to walk off a cliff or break into song, or even kill others in his name.

These people were called the Unname because Harry was given their names. Even if it wasn't their full name, as most didn't introduce themselves with their middle names, for example, if their identity was attached to the part Harry had heard, he had some control over them.

If Harry practices enough, he could influence their thoughts and emotions. Apparently, there was a Potter who enjoyed taking away the sensation of fear from people so they would never be afraid again - which sounds nice on the surface.

A lot of those Unname ended up dead because they lost the feeling of fear. They were not afraid to insult people they shouldn't, they were not scared of taking risks they shouldn't, and most of them had not been afraid of death itself, so none of them were careful.

Belle had pointed out that people did stupid things without fear, and his ancestor wasn't nice.

Pearl had jumped in, explaining that Fae and human ideas of kindness were slightly different because Fae tended to have a more mischievous mindset and never thought things through. This didn't mean they were evil or trying to be cruel.

It just meant they saw the world differently. Of course, there were some Fae who were cruel and evil, the kind that liked stealing humans and keeping them as toys. The ones all those myths the muggles kept alive of the creatures spoke of.

But Nick empathized that it was the same with humans. Not all of the human race were murderers, but there were some rotten apples hidden in societies.

All that because names had power. The kind Harry had never known he could control. It made sense now why his aunt tried so hard to never introduce Harry.

She was trying to protect the other humans, but she failed, as she wanted to appear normal, and you don't usually avoid a name in conversations. He owed a lot of muggles, as all of them were free with their identities in his presence.

For once, since finding out he was a wizard, Harry was excited to go back to the Durselys. He wanted to check and see if he had made them Unnamed, and if he had, then there would be some big changes at Number 4 Private Drive.

"Mr. Potter." Professor Feline called, opening the door. "It is time for your sorting. Come along, child, we need you to sit at the stole as quickly as possible."

Harry straightened up, feeling his hair lift in excitement. This was it. He was going to become a full-fledged wizard! He stepped around the woman, thanking her softly, only to freeze as every pair of eyes in the large dining hall zeroed in on him.

Their stars pin him in place, making it impossible for Harry to move. He becomes painfully conscious of his flying hair, how the clothes hang on his frame and the position of his arms.

Reaching to flatten his hair, he feels his face burn in mortification as whispers and mutters break across the room. He wishes he could sink into the ground and never be seen again

Four long tables were covered with children of various ages, all wearing the same robes as Harry's, but his were pure black, while everyone else had different coloring lines in their outfits.

"Go on, Mr. Potter," Professor Feline urges, pressing her hand to the top of Harry's back when Harry just stands there. He allows himself to be led to the front, feeling the children's eyes on him like a cold mist on his skin. Aunt Petunia made him wake early those winter mornings and shovel the driveway without gloves and a too-large jacket.

He passes by the blue table where one of the teenagers presses himself far away from Harry. He crosses himself three times, holding a rosary in front of him like a shield.

A girl in yellow was doing something similar further down the tables- closer to the stole that the professor was leading him to- but she held up bread and a clad of metal staring him down as if daring him to try her.

Harry wasn't entirely sure what all that was about, so he ducked his head and avoided her eyes. He did notice that Pearl was sitting at the green table while Nick, Belle, and Herb (the chubby boy from the train who lost his toad) were all at the red table.

He offers them waves, beaming when they wave back. When Harry gets to steal, and a hat is placed on his head, Harry realizes something important.

He had been so focused on explaining his family during the train ride that he had forgotten to ask about the houses. When Pearl and Nick talked about the school, they skipped over that part and went straight into some kind of sports game.

He had been so busy trying to learn everything he could about his own kind. He had no idea which house best fit him.

But I do. A voice whispered in his mind, causing Harry to jump. I know the perfect place for a curious Fae like you. Since you have no preferences, I'll place you in the ideal place.

"RAVENCLAW!" The hat thunders over Harry's head. He practically leaps out of his skin when it does, but it's removed from his head just as suddenly.

The blue table erupts in screams and shouts as they start chanting, "We got Potter! We got Potter!". Harry feels a beaming smile forming on his face as he scurries to the table, his black robes shifting to the blue lining.

This is going to be a great year.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Nøkk

Author's note: I'm going to be trying to do Mermay 2025. This is an extra story.

Summary: There is a Nøkk who has been singing- and playing an enchanted violin- luring in an audience. There are the old rumors that they lure in and drown women and children. There are other stories that they teachers of music. Chrad is sent to see if this water spirit man-thing is malevolent or not.

Warnings: None. LMK if I need to add something

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"You're music is alluring- and so fine," Chrad praises the Nøkk. Who turns to look up at him.

He has heard of the Mer-astartes. Such large beings- so powerful. There is a touch of strange magic about them. And no one knows entirely sure how they came to be, or where they come from.

He has heard that the Mer-astartes come from beyond the stars themselves- and swim in the void sea. The Nøkk has been curious to see what it is like to hear their tales- and what music they know from beyond the void sea.

The Nøkk had been crafting music- simply because he wanted to hear it resound near his babbling brook- and to lure an audience in to hear his music. Perhaps catch himself someone to teach the beauty of music to.

Catching a Mer-astartes in his music net, was not something he had thought he was strong enough to do. But he's pleased to have such an audience.

"Well met," the Nøkk, says nodding towards Chrad. "A name do you have?"

"A name I have," Chrad says, "A name that is mine to keep. However, you may call me Chrad."

"A name heard, a name that is still yours," The Nøkk says with a nod.

"I hear your music- alluring and lovely." Chrad says picking his words with care.

"I thank you for the compliment," The Nøkk says preening a little.

The Mer astartes- no one had told him how handsome they were. Strong yes, large yes, powerful. But the strange eerie beauty? Rare a word given for such a creature.

"Care to learn of music?" The Nøkk asks.

"I would, a teacher ye be?" Chrad responds.

"Aye." The Nøkk says. "An instrument you have or need to seek?"

"An instrument and instructions, I seek." Chrad admits.

The Nøkk hums a little and tilts his head, "A second violin- a training one I have, for a price I can offer it- for lessons to."

"A price- what?" Chrad asks cautiously his eyes narrowing.

"A kiss willingly given." The Nøkk requests boldly.

"... Aye- one kiss," Chrad agrees.

"Two kisses- the instrument strong- and sweet. Of enchanted nature to withstand the waters rages and play most beautiful music." The Nøkk protests.

"... Fair enough." Chrad says, "Two kisses."

[dizzyhslightlyvoided]

Can Reimu Survive Castle Dracula

So there was this Tumblr blog called "Can Your Fave Survive Castle Dracula", and apparently it died, but it was about judging whether this or that character could survive the initial portion of Bram Stoker's Dracula where Jonathan is in the castle. Looking at the Wayback Machine, the rules were that you needed to address 1. the character's overall approach to the supernatural, 2. whether they would accept the crucifix from the old lady, 3. whether they would go exploring after being told not to, 4. ability to manage the whims of a Rich Jerk / hold Dracula’s interest, 5. ability to climb a castle wall without gear, and 6. whether they would choose to risk being eaten by vampires over the certain death of being eaten by wolves.

So.

At its core, the central theme of Dracula is love, and communication and keeping each other informed and keeping records, and misusing Catholic symbols for the purpose of vampire-slaying. On the other hand, Jun'ya "ZUN" Ota's Touhou Project, a series of bullet hell shmup video games whose setting is mostly explored through spinoff manga and in-universe lore-books, is a whimsical fairytale-story about man-eating monsters, and surviving in a world which is fundamentally hostile to the kind of person you are, and misusing Shinto and Taoist symbols for the purpose of knocking monster skulls (or at least bapping supernatural heads). There's not much in the way of thematic overlap, but we can find points of interaction!

The vast majority of Touhou characters are man-eating youkai who only ambiguously have blood or indeed any realistic internal anatomy whatsoever, so in most cases, the answer is a "yes, it'd be a genuinely on-the-level meeting between monsters of varying status", which goes against the whole premise, so we'd have to skip them. However, there are still human characters worth mentioning, so let's start with Reimu Hakurei, the series protagonist, the shrine maiden of the Hakurei Shrine which serves to support the existence of the magical realm of Gensokyo.

For point 1, Reimu's actual job is dealing supernatural creatures. Really, she and views man-eating monsters as just sort of annoying, the way you might dislike those guys from Accounting at your job. She doesn't want to fight them, either; she's technically working for Yukari Yakumo, the man-eating monster who created Gensokyo, and actually killing them isn't a mandatory part of her job.

Point 2, Reimu would not accept the crucifix from the old lady, but only because she has a small arsenal of other anti-monster weapons, including Shinto and Taoist symbols; however, they wouldn't actually repel the vampires the way the cross would, because they're not Christian symbols. They'd hurt, yeah, because that's what anti-monster weapons do, but they wouldn't scare them.

I wanna say Reimu ended up in Transylvania in the first place because Yukari wanted to get something out of Count Dracula, or because she wanted to invite him to Gensokyo or whatever (Yukari doesn't usually care, but in the case that she has some kind of history with Dracula, she does not let things go!). The count is just Unimpressed because Reimu is this rude little lazy jerk with zero respect for authority (that's point 4); however, in truth, Reimu's luck and intuition are off the charts, and she figures out that he wants to eat her within like five minutes of him deciding to do so, and immediately abandons all pretense of following the rules and staying where she's told. Dracula doesn't have time to pull the "disguising as his guest to frame them for vampire stuff" trick (though it would be funny to see him try that when his guest is an ambiguously-teenage girl dressed in an outfit which looks almost, but not quite, exactly unlike a Shinto shrine maiden's uniform) before she runs into the Brides ...

... who discover that Reimu can fly.

Yeah, in Touhou, everyone who isn't an unpowered NPC-type can fly, and Reimu's even better at it than other humans! So that's climbing the castle wall handled. Also the wolves, on the off-chance that she ever ended up in that situation in the first place, she could just fly over them.

Sidebar: in each Touhou game, there's six main stages, plus one even-harder Extra stage that usually isn't connected to the main plot. Dracula is obviously the final boss of this adventure, and while there's multiple precedents for the final boss showing up as an NPC at the end of stage 5 as part of the introduction of the stage 5 boss, there's never any sign of the final boss before then, so we're clearly at the end of stage 5 at this point. (This also implies that Reimu fought betwen 4-6 other weirdos on the way to Castle Dracula, depending on the number of mid-bosses who aren't also end-of-stage bosses. Non-lethally, of course, because that's also part of the Touhou formula; there's an in-universe set of rules which you can invoke to avoid lethal combat, but that's not how Can Your Fave Survive Castle Dracula works, so Reimu's life is at stake here, no pun intended.)

So Reimu takes on all three of the Brides at once. The danger with the Brides is if they mesmerize her; on the Dracula side of things, I can't really see how she'd survive if they manage to do that. However, in Touhou terms, getting mind-controlled or whatever is only allowed if at least one of the following things is true:

it's a gameplay gimmick, or an aesthetic framing/implementation of conventional gameplay;

it serves to establish the plot and/or gets the protagonists involved at the beginning; or

it's funny and inconsequential.

So she'd probably be able to handle it. In Dracula, neither the Count nor the Bloofer Lady ever successfully mesmerize anyone on the Crew of Light once they're in full vampire-hunting mode, and Van Helsing is able to shrug off the Brides' influence with Mina's help, so I think that Reimu's luck and skill will carry her through here.

So, Reimu tears through the Brides -- again, non-lethally -- and then goes on to have a dramatic fight with Count Dracula himself. She wins, because she's the player character, and none of his instant-kill win-buttons work, and his unlife isn't actually on the line here. Reimu goes home satisfied regardless of whether she accomplishes her original goal, the Count is alive (if a bit ruffled), and Yukari may or may not actually be satisfied. Reimu Hakurei would survive Castle Dracula.

I also don't know who the extra boss is.

[girldriveroscar]

Oscar. Tits. Lactate.

head in my hands. what is this blog. i appreciate the commanding tone here. if i could make them lactate i sure would. i sure would.

okay now that we are whispering yea here's the rest.. dude I just work here idek like this is a honest mans work what can I say.

the ambiguity here.. are we talking about goscar (girloscar) are we talking about Oscar Oscar?

and when i dare say single mom race engineer oscar with Engorged fucking tits whos pissed off and hormonal but refuses to take time off work bc diapers r Not fucking cheap. and of Course driver lando who has #Noticed these changes and is crazy insane about it bc wdym my girlcrush is now also a milf (yea oscars still younger. Lando treats her like shes not) (shes into older woman and being coddled sue me) yaddayadda lando offering to help w the kid bc shes just a Really good coworker and wants to help. affords oscar a shit ton of paid time off n then inserts herself into oscars life bc she missed her voice too much. mmmm i have so many single parent oscar thoughts i lurv those AUs plus oscar (sexless creature) w big tits mmmmmmmm

god i also just love dumbass magical realism tho. like oscar get hits w a lactation curse. wth sure. reiterating oscar being sexless–imagining this is killing me bc hed be sooooo :T welp. guess this is just a thing that happens now. hes Literally leaking thru his shirt n is like Ahhhh thats nice. Great. Ggggreat. :| n everyone arnd him is Dying. Silently begging to b the one to help w this ailment. drivers offering him the shirt off their backs, coddling him like he is Literally pregnant and sickly. he is there like Whadda right pickle ive gotten myself into huh. n is so wigged out that everyone wants to suddenly Care for him now. oscar getting pissed at all the sudden attention and having just a Crazy Horny self fondling jerk off sesh and arriving to the paddock so relaxed eyes lidded and everyones like wtf happened WHO HELPED HIM. no… no… just give me freak nasty oscar wank sesh for Me n me Alone.

anyways. Yeah. 2025 the year for wanking and fondling ur tits #sure

Also also. pushes this ur direction.