#Rune Inkwell

[dipstar1489]

Gacha Life 2 Designs Part 2

Characters to my new series Tales of the Demonic in order from left to right: Penny Inkwell, Rune Inkwell, Glitch Mendez, Logan Nightingale, Iris Sussex

Additional Information

Inkwell (she’s an older cartoon; make of it as you will, too focused on revenge for love, she’s a cartoon but her creator was Irish so yeah?) and Rune (he’s also an older cartoon and never talked about gender, loves all though maybe not the traditional sense, his creator was Irish though he is also a cartoon) are siblings from a former older cartoon called The Inkwell Family. Inkwell grew to be self aware after hearing laughter from the audience whenever she got heard and managed to escape the cartoon universe. Rune was left behind and since the show was over, he was stuck in reruns. They are some of the few creatures to be given life by a human’s imagination rather that reproduction. Both siblings are numquan realis.

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Glitch (she/they, favorite cooking tool is a pan, Cuban human mother and demon father)was kidnapped and experimented on when she was younger, with her being able to control technology and the only reason why she survived and escape the experiments is because she’s part demon. She was her mother’s favorite.

Logan (he/him or he/they, either the token straight of his family or bi with an attraction to women, French human mother and demon father) is the youngest sibling of the Nightingale family, with him being born by a human and is trying to give Donovan a physical body once again. He is the “cool” guy who is actually the biggest nerd alive. His voice actor feels like Red Son from Monkie Kid or Robbie from Gravity Falls.

Iris (she/her or she/they, questioning if she’s a lesbian but never dated a girl, is of Irish and English descent on both parents) is a parietal who was killed as a young teenager due to her hyperfixation on eyes and her family line. She was raised to be a hunter by her father and has her mother’s looks, minus the third eye.

[alice-the-kittycat-yt]

Trying to match them to their summoning rune actually trying to make them seem cool

They finally have straws! Mocha won't quit fuckin' fighting people

[babitim-royal-au]

Can you guess who is who?

[inkwellfire]

[Image description: two photos of dark and light green runestone pieces with one Younger Futhark rune painted on each stone. End ID]

Younger Futhark was used during the Viking Age, often believed to have mystic power. Runes were commonly used as ceremonial and funerary runestones.

These will be on sale during the Midguard Viking Festival in Arlington. (You can find it on Facebook)

[nonepizzaleftgirl]

Zenith of Justice - Chapter 4

[Image Description: Martlet looking over a table with her “elbow” parts of her wings resting on it. The room is dim, with the main light coming from the yellow SOUL in Martlet’s chest as well as from a set of matches lit in her left hand. Her head is rested on her right palm, and her eyes are intensely focused on the matches. Art by @jakearison.]

Martlet had never been a particularly superstitious monster. Even so, the first thing she did after getting acquainted with King Asgore’s sparsely-decorated guest room and lying down on the soft bed for a bit (a bit of an effort given that she had to curl up lest her talons were hanging in mid-air) was to ask for some letter writing paper. And a few minutes after returning to the room, Asgore politely knocked on the door and handed her a few sheets as well as an envelope with the Delta Rune printed onto it. So. Letter writing. Martlet suspiciously eyed the empty paper and inkwell on her desk. It had been a while since she’d written her last letter—being able to fly places made the UGPS a bit less necessary than for your usual monster. Even so, she’d always been excited by the process of putting the ink on the paper. With a somewhat practiced motion she plucked a quill from her right wing and contorted herself so she could make a series of cuts with her talons to turn it into a proper pen. The quill felt heavier in her grip than she was used to. Of course it did, given how much larger it was. Maybe she had expected it to feel normal given how much she herself had grown? Martlet wasn’t sure. She held the quill steadily in her grasp, breathing heavily to get a feel for it, concentrating, focusing, only shaken out of it when a teardrop landed on the page. With an inconsolable feeling of shame, Martlet wound up asking Asgore for one of his pens instead. A colorful floral pattern stretched across it, each of the individual flowers grinning at Martlet. She couldn’t help but feel herself be judged by the firm plastic of the pen.

Chapter 4 of Zenith of Justice is out! Took a bit but I hope the art I commissioned for it makes it worth it :p Expect new chapters to come out roughly weekly from now on. Maybe sooner if I can get a stable backlog built.

[questmouse]

Some Qftim: Reborn facts because why not ＼(・w・)／

Facts about Drew Brothers (Aka: Bendy & Boris)

Bendy can read/write in cursive. Meanwhile, Boris can't read or write in cursive.

Boris has learned many things from Bendy about being a mechanic, infact Boris learned at the age 8 about: Repairs, Maintains Machinery, Motors, etc.

Both of the siblings have a nonverbal language system they use taps kinda like morse code.

Bendy has wide vision, but Boris has tunnel vision.

Boris hasn't had time to maintain his inner animal instincts - such as wagging his tail, growling/whimpering when threatened, and other characters have a problem like these, characters such as: Mickey, Oswald, Ortensia, ect.

Boris has an excellent sense of hearing and smell.

Bendy doesn't have a nose... so he can't smell things.

Boris doesn't really like eating meat, but he eats it so he can grow up to be big and strong.

Facts about Walt Brothers (Aka: Mickey & Oswald)

Anytime Oswald is mad at Mickey or anyone else, he stomps around just like a rabbit.

Mickey has been a guardian of the bunny kids since after Ortensia had passed. He always helps Oswald with the bunnies, mainly taking the bunnies to the park, events, ect.

Oswald knows it's a burden to have Mickey help him, but despite that, Mickey appreciates being able to help out whenever he can, Oswald feels like the luckiest rabbit to have a brother like Mickey.

Mickey tries his hardest to have his home be very welcoming to his friends. On multiple occasions, he's let his friends stay at his place. His home is described as cozy and homey.

Oswald and Mickey both have a thing for cats.

Oswald has been in 3 relationships, Fanny, Ortensia, and Felix. Meanwhile, Mickey has been in 2 relationships, Minnie and Mark.

Mickey can purr like a cat since Mark taught him, and he only does it near Mark & Oswald.

Oswald knows how to professionally bake, he can make one fancy looking carrot cake.

Ever since Mickey saw Bendy and Boris, he felt close to them. He always thought of adopting the two, and Mickey told Oswald about his thoughts about adopting the two.

Facts about Cup Brothers (Aka: Cuphead & Mugman)

Mugman is still very salty that Cuphead sold their souls to the devil.

Cuphead & Mugman both have daddy issues with their folks: Blackhat and Doctor Flug

Cuphead has had multiple pet cats throughout his life as an adult, his current one: Jackpot (Aka Figaro)

Mugman and Cala Maria are currently dating and have been known as the "old couple" they go birdwatching, bingo, etc.

Cuphead keeps his hair jello yellow because he loves the scent of lemon.

Mugman used to used to have jello brown hair, but he didn't think he looked good with it.

Cuphead has the following weapons: Peashooter, Spread, Charge, Roundabout, Converge

Mugman has the following weapons: Peashooter, Chaser, Lobber, Crackshot, TwistUp.

Facts about Felix The Cat

Felix wanted to adopt Bendy and Felix, but he found out from Oswald that Mickey wanted to adopt them, and they are currently talking about adopting and sharing custody of Bendy and Boris.

He is slightly colorblind but it's not really noticeable to him.

When he first met Oswald he thought he was a weirdo and jerk, but after trying to build a relationship with him and getting to know him better he's been wanting to ask Oswald to go on a date.

He's got fast and sharp reflexes.

Felix hangs out with Sheba every Friday night after she closes the book story. Sometimes, they get drinks and talk about their week or their personal life.

He doesn't tend to make many friends, but he's really socialable when he's with his close friends.

He's currently reading about his new adventure with Bendy, Boris, Cuphead, Mugman, and Mark.

He's a decent chef and knows his way around making a good meal.

Facts about Mark Izuru (Aka: OC)

He is currently learning about all the kinds of runes that are in the world.

He lived outside of Inkwell Isle’s before he became an adult. He lived on an island with few people. His people know the language: Latin, and when he left the island to go look for the runes, he had to learn English from people be didn't know.

Mark is willing to do anything for Mickey. He makes sure Mickey can feel special anytime he has time to be with Mickey when he's not busy with work.

He was confused about his Sexuality when he was a teenager, but after meeting his now ex, he's only into guys.

He is a great acrobatics and knows how to move around in small areas, tight places, etc.

Mark has a has a very high spice tolerance. He's challenged Cuphead several times to eat spicy food, and Mark has managed to come out on top when they eat spicy food.

He acts smug to Cuphead and Mickey, Cuphead because he likes to taunt/tease him, and Mickey, since he loves him and loves to tease him, he sometimes teases just to get a cute little reaction.

He has a connection with magic, and he's been trying to show Mickey all the kinds of magic he could do, and Mickey has been trying to incorporate magic into his Circus.

What do you think about this headcanons? :]

[ch1-kasak0]

NO PLEASE I LOVE READING CUPHEAD HCS PLEASE PLEASE I HAVE SOME BRO SHARING IS CARING NEOW BROO PLEASEEEE😭

OH GOD I'M SCARED OKAT I'LL JUST LIST OFF THE ONES AT HBE TOP OF MY HEAD

•his conscience is based kinda like a boat tower thing where there's this big ass building that has a light that changes colour based on his emotions and when he goes into a black out it shines red really bright and there's like black and yellow accents

•most of the beings in his conscience/conscious idk are different vers of him and there's one of him that's a whole ass wendigo

•really likes cats, cats r his fave animal omg

• will wood, MSI and maybe mitski coded idk

•cuddle bug, if he falls asleep in yo arms you r NOT moving🙏

•lowkey bi, screw the wiki he's def kissed some men

•can cook, but can only cook what kettle has taught him, couldn't make a simple fried egg but could cook a while 5* steak and mash no problem and could make the best cakes ever (credits to baroness von bon bon she def taught him💪)

•has probably been fed human before by blackhat and flug

•used to be besties w dementia

•mamas boy🙏

•is the one out of him and mugs that can actually save money somehow even though he's the one who has a gambling addiction

•remember the fight w him and bendy where bends bit his arm? Yeah, that arm is completely numb, occasionally nibbles on it like a stress toy

•would cry if someone gave him a cat on his birthday, especially if it was old asf or disabled in some way, would care for it like his own child

•no idea what happened between him and meg but would also cry if he had to face her again (she would humiliate his ass like the queen she is🎀)

•has had the most questionable convos w Jeremy Fairfax ever

•lowkey would be a small spoon when he's sad

•has really nice nails and actually natural eyeliner, like he looks like he's wearing eyeliner but he isn't he just built that way

•man boobs, had a breast reduction during his heart surgery non-consentually😭

•walks like a model (natural catwalk or whatever but not as dramatic)

•i honestly feel like demitasse wouldn't accept him as her son because of his demon blood :(

•one of his eyes has a yellow spot near his pupil and the other has a pink spot near the edge of his iris (I'm not sure if it's heterochromia or central heterochromia)

•cried so hard he had a panic attack when he woke up after nearly dying during the experiment when he was like 13 and mugs was scared for him :((((

•his pupils expand like a cat when he sees someone he loves or when he eats sugary stuff (cat coded💪💪)

•his nails r claw like, meow ig

•goes limp when ppl touch his hair, like that shit hits different he will melt that's why he hates it when ppl touch his hair

•knows like one dance meg taught him, and just so happens he only knows the woman's role so it's basically useless to him

•Quadratus once told him to look at the stars to guide him (when he had just lost to the devil and was about to leave inkwell isles) and if the stars failed him to turn to the oceans waters and call to quadratus for help (I like to think quadratus can just spawn in any water source but only if u use a certain rune that cup knows)

•lowkey really likes learning about cannibalism and crazy shit like that

•along with wood lillies, some of his fave flowers r black dahlias, roses, lily of the valley, spider lilies, and others🙏🙏

Let me know is there is anymore type of headacmons u wanna know about I have angst, NSFW and probably a lot more idk🙏🙏 holy shit I need to learn how to spell and type slowly😭

[hydrangeapartridge]

Title: Mind Body and Soul

Pairing: Mage!Shinsou x reader

I wrote for Shinsou again! Link to AO3 here

Summary: Once upon a time there was you: a nobody, a refugee from a country devastated by Dabi’s undead army, serving as a maid in king Todoroki’s castle. There, fate decided you would cross path with the mysterious and dreaded court mage Hitoshi Shinsou. Little did you know that particular encounter would change your life forever.

Rating: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy - Romance - teacher student relationship if you squint but no age gap - AFAB reader - ritual with mildly dubious consent - Strangers to Lovers

Chapter 1 : The Apprentice (under the cut!)

You cursed under your breath as you dragged your heavy bucket of water and mop through the seemingly never-ending stairs of the castle’s highest tower. Though you weren’t the youngest, as the most freshly arrived servant of the Todoroki royal palace, you were left with the most ungrateful chores. One of them being the weekly cleaning of the court mage’s quarters. For all their posh attitude, some of the nobles were positively disgusting, and cleaning their rooms made you nauseous. But Mage Shinsou’s quarters were different. They weren’t as dirty as they were messy. Piles of books and parchments littered every furniture, making it impossible to dust the space. And given you were forbidden to touch anything, your cleaning could be reduced to mopping the floor.

But to do so, you had to climb those damn stairs. Hence why the other servants always let you clean that particular corner of the castle. As well as being lazy, your colleagues were also quite afraid of the court mage. Rumour had it that mage Shinsou devoted himself to terrible experiments, hidden in the secrecy of his private laboratory. You once overheard some recruits say the clumsiest young maids and soldiers were sent to him, never to be seen again. His old master, who betrayed the king and cursed his wife long ago turned out to be an evil necromancer, who delved into the darkest kind of forbidden magic. Why the king then kept his apprentice as his new court mage was a mystery. But one thing was sure: Shinsou was as dangerous as he was recluse. He kept to himself and his researches, only ever appearing during official events where his presence was absolutely required. The rest of his time he spent locked up in his tower, working on shady projects.

You considered yourself lucky that you never crossed path with him. He probably avoided the cleaning staff, and it was perfectly fine by you.

Once you finally arrived at the top of the stairs, you took a minute to catch your breath. The door to Shinsou’s office was opened, as usual, and you entered without knocking. As always, he wasn’t there.

You were allowed to clean his office, and only his office. The three attached rooms were private, and no staff member was permitted to enter them. You sighed as you spotted a few spiderwebs hanging from the numerous shelves and bookcases filling the room’s walls. Ignoring the dusty books and spilled inkwells, you started energetically mopping the floor. The sooner you were done, the better.

You didn’t like the heavy atmosphere of Shinsou’s quarters. The room felt stuffy from not enough ventilation, and the whole place inexplicably gave you the chills. It felt haunted; like you could feel traces of the atrocities that took place there, from his or his former master’s doing. Whenever inside this particular room, you felt observed, followed. This feeling of insecurity often settled deep into your gut; whenever you found yourself some place that was unfamiliar, but here, it was particularly strong, more intense than anywhere else. You were always eager to leave.

A cracking sound coming from the large oak door at the back of the room made you jump. You quickly turn around only to find said door shut, like always. You eyed the complex drawings of runes and magical symbols carved into the dark wood of the door. Some days, you swore you saw them glow. Other days, you thought you heard them sing. A mere product of your imagination of course; none of it was real. You just listened a little bit too much to the rumours about this place.

Once you were done scrubbing the floor, you squeezed your mop dry and picked your bucket, hurried to leave. As you made your way to the opened door, you caught a shimmer coming from the mage’s desk. There was a noise too, like a whisper, barely audible. A shiver ran down your spine, like a warning, but curiosity had you turn your head towards the desk. There, you saw that the mage’s usually clear crystal ball had filled with a thin string of light blue smoke. The smoke twirled, spiralled and coiled as it got bigger and bigger, progressively filling the whole crystal sphere. You were mesmerized by the movement of it, unable to look away from the beauty of the turquoise sparks that sometimes shone through the growing cloud inside it. You didn’t hear your bucket drop to your feet, for its noise was covered by the melody singing in your ears. Words whispered in a language unknown to you filled your head, the voice uttering them becoming louder and louder. You couldn’t understand it, but you could feel its intent, its power. You took a step closer, then another one. The smoke now an intense blue seemed agitated, like it was trying to push against the crystal walls of its spheric prison. Its movement became harsher the closer you came, the noise in your ears turning into an acute ringing. Despite the warning signs, despite the strong wind that started to blow in your hair, you continued to step forward, hypnotised by the sphere and its content; lulled by its appealing call. Your hand rose up without your consent, and once the very tip of your index finger made contact with the crystal ball, it shattered, falling apart into millions of tiny glass shards.

The sharp pain in your finger made you come back to yourself. In front of you, the blue smoke continued to expand until it grew twice your size. Still twirling, it started forming a vaguely human shape, and soon, you were faced with a giant creature, seemingly human of face and torso, but with a string of smoke where its legs should be. The creature smiled at you, revealing sharp white fangs that matched its long claw like fingers.

“Thank you for freeing me mage” The creature’s cavernous voice iced your blood. You watched it bow, paralysed by fear. “How can I serve you?”

“I-I am no mage” You stammered defensively, voice high pitched and squeaky, hoping the creature would forget about you.

Hearing your answer, the creature eyed you more intently, from head to toe. Slit golden pupils in a see of black pierced through you, like they could read into your very soul and your injured hand came closer to your chest as if it could protect you. The creature’s grin widened, unnatural and ghastly.

“Foolish little one, you should have known better than to free a Djinn without being warded”

You gasped for air, panic seizing you when you felt something block your airway. It was like an invisible hand was strangling you. You tried to fight against the strength binding you, your hands coming to your neck only to helplessly claw at thin air.

“Your young unmarred soul looks delicious little one” The djinn chuckled, its hold on you getting stronger by the minute.

Your feet were forcefully lifted from the ground and the creature’s face came closer to yours while your strength started to abandon you. Tears ran down your face, blurring your vision and dark spots filled the corner of your eyes as you started to lack oxygen. You were about to die. You were about to die eaten by an evil spirit.

The Djinn laughed darkly, visibly amused by your suffering “As much as I like to eat slowly, for you I will try to be quick and painless. Consider it a reward for freeing me” He mocked, then opened its gory mouth.

You were unable to scream and only felt an extreme coldness overwhelm you as you closed your eyes and drew your final breath.

“YOU WILL UNHAND HER”

The booming voice echoing from everywhere around you made your eyes snap open. The hold on you was released and the next moment your body was projected to the nearby wall and you landed against the stone in a thud. The impact made you gasp and despite the burning pain in your lower back, you took a few greedy gulps of fresh air. You massaged your neck while trying to orientate yourself, your eyes darting everywhere to find your saviour.

In the middle of the room, facing the Djinn, was a tall lean man in violet robes. He was standing firmly, almost proudly before the creature, his lavender hair dishevelled, like he just got out of bed.

“Ah… a properly warded one” You heard the Djinn click its tongue before it addressed the man in front of him. “Mage, you I cannot touch, but this unguarded one I can lay claim on by the laws of the Otherworld”

“You will do no such thing” The mage severely replied, his purple gaze intense, his voice bearing a supernatural echo. “for she is of my kind, and is as such under my protection”

Although a lot smaller than the Djinn, he looked intimidating, and the creature frowned just as you did upon hearing his words.

The spirit turned to you, angry “I see no claim on her!” It growled, baring its deadly teeth. But the mage didn’t falter.

“She vowed to be bound to me before sunset on this precise day” He declared before he turned to you, addressing you slightly more softly. “Did you not?”

It took you a second to understand he awaited an answer from you, and impatiently, he repeated himself, albeit more coldly, his voice regaining its deep echo. “Did you not?”

His words felt like an electroshock that rang and stung deep inside you. “I did” You uttered, feeling breathless from the intensity of it.

Seemingly satisfied, the mage turned back to the Djinn “So it is decided, before the old spirits and the new”

The creature let out an enraged shriek that almost made you faint. You slammed your hands against your ears, while the mage stood unbothered before the wrath of the spirit.

“Shall that vow be broken, I would come back for the both of you” The creature warned menacingly, its head mere inches from the mage’s impassive face. Smoke started coming out of the Djinn’s opened maw, filling the room with a foul odour that burned your eyes and your throat.

“As you should. Now be gone son of Marid.” The mage ordered, unaffected by the heavy smoke he was breathing.

You blinked, and the blue creature of nightmares was gone.

The mage, that you knew to be Shinsou, turned to you, his amethyst eyes cold as stone. From where you knelt before him, you discovered his features more precisely than before. His face was pale, almost sickly so, betraying how little time he spent outside in the sun. Under his eyes, there were dark circles, proof that he spent more time engrossed in his research than sleeping. Yet, despite his ill-looking complexion, you found him to be a rather handsome man, with refined traits, and soft looking hair; far from the monster the rumours made you imagine.

You opened your mouth, about to apologize for touching his crystal ball and thank him for saving you. But before you could speak, he started yelling at you.

“Idiot girl. I thought you servants knew better than to touch any of my belongings!”

You shut your mouth, feeling your cheeks heat up under his scolding. His reprimanding tone set a boiling anger ablaze inside you. You were so scared back there facing that monstrous creature; he didn’t need to yell at you to make you regret what you did.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t let dangerous artefacts lying around where anyone can fall prey to them!” You replied harshly.

A look of surprise crossed the mage’s features, but his own anger didn’t recede. “It is not my fault if clumsy servants can’t help but drop-”

“I didn’t drop it! I barely touched it and it exploded!” You retorted, offended.

“What?” This time the mage looked even more surprised. He frowned, glaring at you. “Don’t lie to me little one, or I will let that Djinn feed on you”

You gasped, outraged. How dare he threaten you after what you just went through?

“I’m telling the truth.” You insisted, jaw clenched in anger. “I didn’t drop it”

Shinsou’s eyes narrowed and he asked more calmly, slowly, but without any warmth to his tone. “Alright. I will ask one last time” His amethyst gaze dove deep into yours, and just like before with the turquoise smoke, you couldn’t look away. “Did you drop it?”

His voice echoed inside your head and your tongue suddenly felt loose. You immediately replied “I didn’t drop it” the words neutral in tone, like they were escaping you.

Shinsou looked away, and you fell to your knees. You didn’t realize it but you had tilted your bust towards him while he spoke.

“Then you are gifted… but it would mean you escaped the trials ...” You heard him mutter, looking out of the room’s single window, his long fingers pensively caressing his chin. Something caught his eye outside, and suddenly, he stopped his introspection and started pacing around the room, gathering different supplies from the overflowing shelves.

“The sun will soon set. We must proceed with the ritual” He told you. “Get up”

Your achy joints and muscles protested as you tried your best to stand up. He repeated himself, hurrying you to stand, and suddenly your body obeyed. One second you bolted upright but the next you felt the need to support yourself on the nearby stonewall. Still, you managed to get on your two feet, your legs still wobbly. “I thought what you said earlier was a trick to make the spirit leave” You weakly remarked.

“Of course it was a trick to save your life” Shinsou replied, rolling his eyes and sighing like he was dealing with a particularly stupid person. “But we must proceed with the bonding ritual, just as we vowed to. Words are binding, it is one of the first laws of magic” He explained as he started drawing on the floor with a small white chalk bar. “Unlike humans, spirits of the Otherworld cannot be lied to. When you promise something to them, it is your soul you put at stakes”

You watched him draw, amazed at how easily he traced a perfect circle. Once he was done, he stood in the middle of the runes, an old dusty book held in one hand, and a knife with an ornamented gold handle in the other.

“Now come stand with me in the circle. This won’t take long but we must hurry” He urged you, motioning you to come closer with the hand that held the knife.

The whole idea wasn’t too reassuring, and you hesitated. You didn’t know this man, didn’t know anything about magic and what it could do. Sure he saved you, but that didn’t mean you could trust him. For all you knew he could be taking advantage of the situation to use you for one of his experiments.

Seeing your hesitation, Shinsou insisted. “I know this is very sudden and I wish I could explain more” His features softened, and then you realized he was probably much younger than you first imagined. “Ultimately it is your choice. But it either comes to this” He tilted his head towards the circle. “Or suffering an extremely painful death having your soul eaten by that Djinn”

His voice was shaking with haste, and another emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. He said you had a choice, but your felt like you didn’t. The answer was clear, if you wanted to live, you had to trust him.

You stepped into the magic circle, and Shinsou immediately took your left hand. Inspecting it, his eyes stopped on the blood still dripping from your fingertip, where you touched the crystal ball and cut yourself.

He balanced his opened book inside his elbow, and used the knife to inflict the same type of cut upon his own finger. He then put the knife away.

The sight of blood made you flinch; from your basic knowledge of magic, spells bound in blood were associated to darker types of magic, often forbidden ones. Shinsou caught your wrist again, keeping you inside the circle as its contours started to glow white.

“I know this is scary, but now that it is started, the ritual cannot be stopped” He gave you a warning glare before he turned back to his book and started reading from it.

“Blood of my Blood, Bone of my Bone, I give you my Body; that we Two might be One. I give you my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done. I give you my Soul; so Forever we’ll Always find Each-other. You are now mine as I am yours. Together we shall walk, on this world, and the Other”

The words of the incantation felt weird to your ear. Graver than a promise to protect should sound. Magic was all about grandiloquence it seemed, and soon, a strong wind blew through yours and Shinsou’s hair, whistling so loudly you could barely hear the rest of the incantation. Shinsou looked up from his book and brought your hand closer to his. He pressed his wounded finger to yours, mixing your blood with his. The gesture made you wince in pain and in disgust.

“And so in blood the deal is sealed” He declared, that weird echo returning to his voice. Once the last word was spoken, the wind stopped as quickly as it came, and the circle lost its silver glowing hue.

The room was darker than before the ritual, and you realized that outside, the sun had set.

“You are safe now” Shinsou told you blankly as he stepped out of the circle, breaking it with the tip of his boot. His expression was neutral, unreadable, but he looked even more fatigued than before.

He put his supplies away and then silently shoved a white embroidered handkerchief in your hand, for your bleeding finger.

You pressed the fabric to your wound while curiously watching the mage roam around the room, visibly looking for something.

“Well, thank you I suppose” You started, slowly backing away to the door. That was enough emotion and magic for one night, and you desperately wanted to put your sore body to rest. “I shall be going then. I wish you to have a good night” You awkwardly added, turning on your heels to leave while the mage was busy.

“You won’t be going anywhere” Shinsou’s strict voice stopped you dead in your tracks. You desperately wanted to leave, but his words demanded a reaction from you.

When you looked back over your shoulder, you saw a strange ray of light coming from your back and travelling in a straight line to an object that Shinsou had found in the mess he called his office. Or maybe it was the other way around, given the orb Shinsou was holding out shone bright of that same purple hue that lit up your back as if someone put a target right in the middle of it.

The corner of Shinsou’s mouth lifted up in a smirk that meant nothing good.

“Fellow mage. As of this day, I declare you my apprentice”

[argisthebulwark]

i wanna get fucked by bryn on mercer’s table. before mercer is dead. i want everyone to be out and about, technically nobody knows but they just kinda realise. yknow? i think that’d be funny. mercer realising what the weird darkened stains on the wood are.

what’s he gonna do? steal a rag from a beggar and crawl into mavens ass?

i wanna fuck bryn on that table.

aah YES like before they even know that he's actively sabotaging the guild or anything. it's just because he's an ass and they think it's funny.

mercer asking delvin why all of his paperwork is shuffled and out of order when he's positive he organized it before heading home. barging into the flagon and demanding to know who spilled a drink on his desk.

"how do you know it's a spill?"

"it's sticky, like one of you drunkards splashed ale on your way through the cistern!"

(nsfw below the cut. minors do not interact.)

Mercer was too lost in his anger to notice the look Brynjolf shot the new recruit from across the Flagon. No one was going to take responsibility. He told himself that it was fine, he expected to less from their run-down group.

"Stay away from my desk."

He swore he'd catch the culprit. He wasn't sure why he cared so much - maybe it was the amusement written clear as day across all their faces when he brought it up. They were mocking him. They thought he was overreacting. Well, he'd just have to show them how badly he could punish someone for messing with him.

Weeks passed and still his desk was disheveled. Mercer made a habit of arriving early to the Cistern to catch them - the stains on his desk had only grown after finding his inkwells spilled and dripping onto the ground. He'd lost itineraries of important shipments. It was not all in his head.

He counted each bed as he passed. Rune, Vipir, Niruin, Cynric. Mercer paused when he saw an empty bunk, scoffing a moment later when he spotted Brynjolf curled around the new recruit.

Mercer did not like her. The way she looked at him without a hint of fear was troubling. She gave him a bad feeling.

Since his outburst in the Flagon he'd felt more eyes on him, people snickering whenever called to his desk. A dull rage pulsed within him every time Rune snickered or Vex made a show of not touching his table. They all thought he was a fool, they'd lost respect for him. He couldn't put his finger on the reason but he knew it had to do with Brynjolf's new pet.

His tables at home weren't nearly as neat as his desk in the Cistern. Rolls of parchment were spread at every angle, books flipped open and quills placed haphazardly. After digging through every file and nearly tearing his hair out Mercer told himself that he'd simply left an important document in his desk. It was fine, he always locked the drawers. No one else could have seen it.

Despite the vein throbbing in his forehead he told himself that it was a good thing. Checking on his desk in the middle of the night was a great idea, none of his thieves would expect him so late. Surely he'd catch whoever was messing with his belongings.

The Cistern was near silent when Mercer slipped down the ladder. Water lapped at the stone floor and the faint chatter of the Flagon floated in easily. How had he never thought of coming in the middle of the night? Even if he didn't catch the culprit they'd all be drunk enough to spill some secrets.

"Bryn,"

One glance toward his desk and Mercer froze. Shame and rage flooded through his veins. He wasn't sure if he wanted to bolt back up the ladder or draw his sword.

Papers fluttered to the damp floor and ink stained the sides of his desk in fat drops. The recruit's hands clasped the edges of Mercer's desk which shook with each thrust Brynjolf sent into her. He saw the grin on Brynjolf's shadowed face, hands keeping her bare hips pinned to the table. He heard her whimpers and Brynjolf's guttural groans, her breathy voice when she begged him for more. Mercer's stomach churned horribly at the sight.

"Good job, lass." Brynjolf growled, carelessly shoving a roll of parchment into a puddle in his pursuit to kiss down her back. "You're doing so good for me."

"Gods, yes." She moaned and Mercer thought he was going to be sick. It was a terrible sight - Brynjolf fucking his new recruit over his desk, her nails scraping the varnish and arms stained with his ink. The recruit moaning and drooling on his itinerary when Brynjolf fucked her.

Every thrust of his hips sent more of Mercer's precious work flying all over the Cistern. Their Guild armor was a careless heap near his overturned chair. It was deplorable.

Mercer returned to his home without a word. He was sure no one had seen him as they were quite preoccupied. He did not sleep well - how exactly would he punish them? He could kick the recruit out. He could claim she stole something. It would be easy enough to drop a few extra septims into her pack and she'd be torn to shreds. Did Brynjolf care about her enough that it would whip him back into shape?

He stormed into the Cistern bright and early, satisfied with his plan for retribution. The state of his desk was worse than he'd ever seen it. Brynjolf didn't even make an effort to hide it. Mercer shivered at the memory of scrubbing something sticky off the table weeks ago, not lingering on what it could have been.

"Brynjolf." He boomed, awaiting the satisfaction of their shocked faces already. "I need a word with you and your recruit."

"She's sleeping." Brynjolf sounded awfully nonchalant when he spread his hands over the dried ink stains. Mercer was ready to unleash his fury, to tell Brynjolf that they were being turned in to the guards for their actions. "I'm sure you understand, Mercer. You got a good look last night."

[fanfic-collection]

PotO!Loki x Reader : 2

Y'all are monsters making me write this but no lie, it's kinda how I pictured the scene going down sooo...

warning, there be smut ahead.

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You opened your eyes, having shut them involuntarily, and found yourself at the edge of a pitch-black lake. There was no surface to see, no light to reflect. Merely the master of magic.

He still held your hand, gently tugging you to a black boat, the only thing breaking the monotony of dark water. Orbs of light flickered to life as you stepped onto the skiff. As if some sort of strange, bioluminescent bugs burst forth from their shells and became suspended in midair like floating candles. For the darkness of the world, the golden candlelight almost felt blinding. And then your eyes adjusted to the golden gloom, and the world came alight with even more lights.

The skiff slid seamlessly over the water, barely breaking its surface. You glanced over your shoulder as the man, your master…

“Loki.” He answered your unspoken question.

Loki. Loki pushed the skiff and on you went, deeper into this dark and magical world. Hours, perhaps minutes, days, perhaps seconds, passed and the world morphed and altered around you. It was an infinite blackness and yet, in the distance, you could see a small grotto. An island within the gloom of the black lake emerged lazily. Its green banks were so dark and inviting, the lush plants growing up over a solitary building.

You felt strong arms around you, lifting you, until you realized you were being carried. All of this had such an ethereal feeling to it as you seemed to float to the cottage.

Loki set you down, smoothing his hand along his long black hair. It was shoulder length, jagged at the tips, somehow sinister looking. Despite that, his green eye, visible on the pale skin side of his face, gazed down at you, mouth tipped open as he began to smile.

Only now did you realize he wore more traditional garments beneath his black cloak, embedded with rhinestones and feathers at the shoulders. Flourishing the cape, he twisted it in his hand until it vanished from sight, blipping completely out of reality.

It was like a dream. The whole experience, traveling across the lake. Your vision wavered, soft at the edges as though you weren’t entirely sure this was actually happening.

“I’ve seen you before.” You murmured, voice echoing in your head like you were underwater.

The corner of Loki’s mouth quirked up. He took your hand, slowly backing you into the ivy covered building.

It was a massive hall, hundreds of candles burned at various heights throughout the room; some even floated, wax precariously dripping down their sides yet never splattering on the floor. A raised platform in the corner hosted a bed, turned at an angle so three sides were accessible. Massive black and gold wings adorned the headboard.

The room itself was cluttered, books and papers of all kinds scattered about. As you followed Loki into the center of the room, you could make out runes of unknown languages carved into the floor, painted onto papers, and drawn into the books, all over, more than you could consciously take in.

“You’ve seen me before?” Loki repeated your statement as a question.

You stood in the middle of the room, watching Loki slowly release your hand and move to a desk. A quill pen rested in an inkwell and he picked it up to write. There was the soft scratching of feather on paper for a moment, seeming to draw you back to your senses, but even so.

“In my dreams…” You murmured, still looking around the room, not quite seeing. Truly you were more existing, experiencing, this world rather than actually inhabiting it.

Loki chuckled softly. “Have you?”

You nodded. Your gaze drifted around the room, slowly coming to a stop as you looked at Loki.

“Were you the one who teaches me so?”

“I was. I am.”

You closed your eyes and nodded. Breathing out a whispered, “how?”

Loki set down the quill and moved back until he stood before you. He took your hands in each of his, turning them palm upwards. He smoothed his thumbs along your skin, eyes roving over your figure.

“There is so much you have yet to learn.”

“Teach me.”

Loki chuckled, the sound haunting and echoing around the chamber. He stepped closer to you, one shadowed eye and one brilliant green eye gazing into yours, as though he were searching your soul.

“Am I dreaming? Is this real?” Your head swam and you tried to focus on his gaze. “But I’m here with you.”

“I am Asgard’s phantom. You are very much here with me, and very much mine.”

Something within you stirred, deep within you. But curiosity would not be sated. “Phantom? Is that why you wear a mask?”

“I was so much more once, but that was a long time ago.” Loki pulled back from you, and you found yourself yearning, even aching, for his touch once more.

“What happened?”

Loki’s hand subconsciously moved to his mask, turning away in the same movement. He seemed to be confirming it was still there.

“Loki?” You whispered.

Loki turned back to you. “You are here, in my home, and that’s all that I care about.”

“Your home?”

“Of darkness and magic.” Loki breathed, spreading his arms wide and making green fire lick at his fingers. “We must all pay homage to the magic of the night.”

“Magic.” You repeated, voice still barely a breath. Copying his actions, you raised your arms, green fire flooding out of you, yet burning nothing.

“More.” Loki commanded, his own fire flickering out as he stepped back to observe you.

You radiated power, your hair flapping in an invisible wind. Papers flew about, catching at your feet and flying off to unknown corners of the room.

“More!” Loki demanded, raising his hand and clenching it in a fist.

The wind intensified, you could feel the magic burning at your fingertips. Your hair looked as though you were underwater, floating about in the air.

“More!” Loki cried out, green magic radiating from his fist.

You screamed, all the gathered magic exploding around you as you fell to your knees, gasping.

Loki knelt down in front of you, his hand cupping your chin and tilting it so you were looking up at him. “An angel.” He said, voice soft. “Truly a powerful sorceress.”

You smiled, still panting, trying to catch your breath as you knelt on your hands and knees.

Loki began to rise until he was standing once more. Your body moved by its own volition. He matched you, step for step. Your heel hit the base of the stairs before the bed, and still, without fully realizing it, you began to climb the steps backwards.

Loki prowled towards you, stopping just before you. He pressed his knee between your legs and through your pale, somewhat see through shift, he spread them.

Soft music began to play.

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.” He whispered, slowly returning to a crouch. “Darkness, stirs.” He began to push on your shift, revealing your undergarments to him as he gazed up at you, pupils blown wide. “And wakes imagination.”

You swallowed hard, stomach in knots as you felt his hands stroking at the smooth skin of your legs. Instinctively you gripped the pole of the four poster bed, holding on for dear life.

“Silently the senses, abandon their defenses.” He purred, straightening to push you further up on the bed. “Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor.” Loki began tugging at your undergarments, dragging them down your legs. You lifted yourself on your arms, bringing your legs together from shyness before Loki once more spread your legs. Green magic shimmered over you and your shift vanished. Fully exposed, you looked up as Loki tugged at his trousers, revealing himself to you.

“Slowly, gently,” Loki knelt down, his tongue seeking your button as he slid the length of your slit. Where was the music coming from now? “Night unfurls its splendor.”

You sighed, head rolling back as your toes curled at the sensation.

“Grasp it.” Loki’s hand was upon yours, guiding you to his length. “Sense it.” It was rock hard, and spasmed at your touch. Your thumb instinctively moving towards the tip, teasing out some pre cum. Loki’s breath caught in the back of his throat and he gasped sharply. “Tremulous and tender.”

Two long fingers thrust into your core and you cried out, head tossing back as he began to thrust his fingers in, curling and twisting them until he found that sweet spot.

“Turn your face away, from the garish light of day. Turn your thoughts away from cold,” Loki’s thumb pressed down on your button, rubbing it vigorously, “unfeeling,” his lips met yours. With his free hand, he tilted you upwards, your back arching as his fingers were able to thrust deeper into your core. “Light.”

A burst of magic expelled from his fingers buried deep within you. The magic was warm and intense, curling against your inner walls and spreading you wider for him.

“And listen to the magic of the night.”

You cried out, panting sharply as you grinded yourself down on his fingers.

“Close your eyes.”

Your eyes drifted shut as you sensed, before feeling his member lining up with your entrance. You whined for the brief moment he had left you, but when his member pressed its full length and girth into you… “Surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before.” Loki’s lips found your throat and he nibbled and kissed at it as he began to set a slow, steady pace.

Your eyes drifted open to look at Loki, mouth lolling open as well as all you could think of was the bliss of this moment.

“Close your eyes.”

Your eyes drifted shut.

“Let your spirit start to soar.”

Loki thrust deep into you, hitting that sweet spot over and over. One hand held your back, keeping you close to him. The other reached down to stroke at your clit, sending stars dancing across your vision. You gripped his strong shoulders, burying your face in his chest as you felt tears pricking at your eyes.

“Live as you’ve never lived before.”

You cried out, your first orgasm of the night rushing through you. All of your muscles tightened, inner walls clamping around his thick, girthy cock. Loki’s release came shortly after, hips meeting yours in deep thrusts. His seed buried deep within you, urging on your own climax.

“Softly, deftly, magic shall caress you.”

Loki slid out of you, and you fell back, panting, grasping at the bed to try and focus. He knelt over your, gazing down at your breasts before reaching up to stroke your cheeks with the back of his hand. “You are an angel.” He whispered, and then it continued.

“Hear it, feel it.” Loki pressed kisses down your throat, to your chest, his face burying between your breasts as he stroked first one then the other, all the while keeping them both well loved. Either his lips or his hands, squeezing and kneading at the tender flesh. “Secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight.”

The corner of Loki’s mouth turned up as he pulled away to gaze down at you. “Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world, leave all thoughts of the life you knew before.”

You pushed off from the bed, hungrily, searching for more. On your knees, on the soft bed, you grabbed Loki by the shoulders until he upended and landed heavily on you. His body pressed into yours and though you were growing tired.

“Let your soul take you where you long to be, only then,” Loki straightened up and pressed his lips to yours. “Can you belong to me.”

“Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.”

“Touch me.” Loki stared down at you and you reached towards his thick cock, gently pumping it as it hardened again. How long had you been laying together? “Trust me, savor each sensation.” Once more you guided the length to your folds, your body still screaming in sensitivity. Loki pressed into you, sensing what you wanted. “Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in.” Now the words were largely lost to you as your senses were flooded once more. Loki’s hands were everywhere at once. Where he touched, green electricity arched down your skin, sending tingles through you in ways you had never known. All the while, his thick girth thrust into you, over and over, pounding where you needed it most. You were panting, yelling, crying out his name, flooded with emotions as his power enveloped you.

“You alone can make my power take flight, help me make the magic of the night.”

Loki moaned, a long throaty breath that seemed to come from the back of his throat, somewhere feral. On and on, he managed to keep moving, his cock hitting deep within you until you too found your release.

You collapsed onto the bed, grabbing Loki as before and dragging him down to be with you. To feel his weight pressed into you. His member had not left you, though flaccid now, but you found it comforting, still filling you to the brim as the two of you lay together as one.

[midnightstargazer]

I have tons of headcanons about Regulus that I can't resist using even when the fic is not about him. Case in point: In the Shadow of Grimmauld Place. He's been dead for over a decade, but did that stop me from writing a scene that takes place in his bedroom and filling it with easter eggs from my Regulus-centric fics?

Nope. Not one bit.

Under the "keep reading" because this gets long and a bit spoilery.

“This would’ve been his seventh year,” he said. “The Warrington girl wasn’t on the team when your father and I left school.”

in reference to the photo of the Quidditch team. Addie Warrington is one of my OCs, a Slytherin girl who was in her third year during Regulus's seventh. She appears in To the Dark Lord as one of his Quidditch teammates, and in Reborn from the Ashes as one of his N.E.W.T. students when he ends up teaching at Hogwarts.

“Was he …” Harry hesitated, like he wasn’t sure he ought to ask. “Was he already a Death Eater then?” “Yes.” It was hard to believe. He looked so young and innocent in the picture, so carefree, smiling and waving with his friends. “I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I know he was sixteen at his initiation. One of the youngest ever. Bellatrix was very proud of that.”

This is canon; he joined at sixteen according to Kreacher, so he would have been a Death Eater while still at Hogwarts. But the reference to being one of the youngest ever comes from To the Dark Lord, and so does the idea that Bellatrix was involved.

A trunk filled with textbooks, old school uniforms, and Quidditch gear, never fully unpacked after seventh year.

In pretty much all of my fics where it's relevant, he goes to the inferi cave the summer after graduating from Hogwarts.

A desk stocked with spare parchment, and a quill with dried ink on its tip still lying on the desk beside an open inkwell, with a couple of drops of black ink dried on the desk nearby. “That’s not like him,” Sirius muttered, picking it up and holding it carefully between his fingers. “He was very particular about keeping things neat and tidy.” He wondered what sort of note his brother had been writing when he left, never to return. But, of course, they would probably never know.

More of a canon reference than anything else; y'all know what he was writing, right?

In a small box at the foot of the bed, Sirius packed up the chess set the two brothers used to play with, a tarnished prefect badge, an old copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard, and the photo of the Slytherin Quidditch team, along with a few other small mementos. Nobody challenged him on that. Nobody questioned why he might want to hold onto anything that reminded him of someone he supposedly hated.

The chess set - there are chess motifs everywhere in my Regulus fics, particularly Toujours Vivant and A Little Bird Told Me.

The prefect badge - he's a prefect in To the Dark Lord

“Your brother studied Ancient Runes?” Harry asked, standing beside the bookshelf and leafing through a leatherbound book. “Yeah.”

My Regulus is an Ancient Runes nerd. It's his second-best subject after D.A.D.A., and it's what he ends up teaching when he becomes a Hogwarts professor in Reborn from the Ashes. He also uses his knowledge of runes on several occasions in Toujours Vivant and accidentally time travels via a rune ritual in The Enemy of My Enemy.

“Do you mind if I take a few of these for Hermione?” he asked. “I’m sure she’d think they’re interesting.” “Yeah - wait, no, I doubt she’d like that one,” said Sirius, frowning. “That’s a book on very Dark rune rituals. But sure, I think there’s some old runic poetry, and this one” - he lifted a heavy volume with a dark green cover from the shelf - “is all about using runes to create magical objects. We actually used the school’s copy when we were making the Marauders’ Map.”

In Toujours Vivant, the magic Regulus uses to deactivate his Dark Mark is adapted from a Dark Arts rune ritual. Sirius knowing Ancient Runes comes from that fic as well.

A few moments later, Harry was flipping through another book, with his brow furrowing more and more as he looked at it. Sirius couldn’t imagine why. There wasn’t much on these shelves more harmless than Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland.  “My God, that’s horrifying,” Harry murmured. Ah. Not a book about Quidditch, then, unless he was horrified by the Chudley Cannons’ losing streak.

The school-age wannabe Death Eaters hide Dark Arts texts behind innocent-looking covers in May These Memories Break Our Fall and To the Dark Lord. Regulus is also able to figure out Quirrell is doing the same in Reborn from the Ashes.

Sometimes he disguises Muggle literature as spell books, too. He likes Edgar Allan Poe, but he'd never admit it.

“You don’t think your brother made one, do you?” asked Harry. “No.” Sirius’s voice was sharp and decisive. “Never. That’s … no, horcruxes are a whole other level of evil. The sort of thing the grown-ups in our family warned us about when they first gave us the ‘using the Dark Arts responsibly’ talk.” Kingsley burst out laughing. “Is that really something your family did?” “Yeah. I was ten.”

The Blacks warning their children against creating Horcruxes is a thing in pretty much all of my fics where it's relevant. I've also used the headcanon of them sitting their kids down just before Hogwarts age and giving them a talk about using the Dark Arts responsibly several times, especially in Toujours Vivant and To the Dark Lord.

[dipstar1489]

The Inkwell Siblings

Both Siblings:

They were the main protagonist of the Inkwell Show which ran from 1915 to 1941.

They can see ghost because they have no soul, so technically they are not alive.

They follow cartoon logic both in the cartoon and in real life. For example, rubber arms, that one Scooby-Doo door gag, etc.

They are able to add color to themselves by absorbing liquids thicker than ink. While they are capable of this, if they change clothes, the new outfit would become grayscale unless heavily stained in thick liquid such as bl00d.

They get weak around modern technology and get injured by ink thinner.

Because there are no more episodes, the show is stuck on reruns and the people stuck inside are subconsciously aware something is wrong.

Since the siblings left, whenever they were meant to be on scene, the show creates clones of the siblings that people can’t pinpoint what’s wrong.

None of the creators knew they were conscious.

Penny Inkwell

Species: Cartoon

Age: 16 (in cartoon creation), 103 (from creation year to 2018)

BDay: 10/31, made in 1915

Fun Facts:

Inkwell hates her first name and prefers to go by her last name.

She is obsessed with the color red because it was the first color she ever saw.

She left the cartoon on the 26th anniversary of the show Samara Ring style.

She was created by James Carter to honor his deceased youngest daughter Mary.

She was forced to be the comic relief and realized she was being watched after she kept hearing laughter whenever she got injured.

Once she escaped, Inkwell is hunting down the cast of her show out of revenge for her and her brother’s torture.

Rune Inkwell

Species: Cartoon

Age: 14 (in cartoon creation), 101 (from creation year to 2018)

BDay: 02/17, made in 1915

Fun Facts:

Rune left the screen in 1975, 34 years after his sister left and the world stuck in a constant loop.

His breakthrough realization that something was seriously wrong wasn’t the mysterious laughter nor the unease of his false sister. It was his birthday. He has turned 14, 5 times.

Once he left, Rune wandered through the abandoned, bl00died building and realizes no one knew they were alive and that his sister left decades ago and she was in some way involved with the bl00d on the wall.

[ginjusttalkaboutnothing]

Once again I was unable to sleep, so here's something random with Vidow for you. And yes, it's Harry Potter AU.

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It was getting evening. The library was almost deserted, with only a few students still sitting in the realm of books, immersed in study or casual reading. Among them was Vio, a fifth year Ravenclaw student. As usual, he was here late into the night, constantly engrossed in new texts.

This time he had an open textbook on runes, one of the most underrated subjects in Vio's opinion.

The setting sun lightened the table and the rows of bookshelves, and the dust swirling in the air added a touch of magic to the atmosphere. The rays were less likely to hit the books, and Vio sometimes had to move a little closer to the window because it was too early to light the candles.

The library was still quiet, and only the occasional whispering and rustling of pages broke that pleasant silence.

- You're studying again. - Shadow's sudden voice, falling into a chair nearby, made Vio flinch, almost spilling the ink

- Seriously, Vio. At this rate, your brains are going to turn into a fried mass.

- At least I'll be able to graduate. Besides," Vio looked at Shadow a little disapprovingly as he adjusted the inkwell, "studying is a great way to pass the time.

- It's more like dying of boredom. What's so interesting about these ancient runes?

- There's a lot you wouldn't understand.

- Hmm. - Shadow stretched out, resting his head smoothly on his shoulder while tucking a long strand behind his ear, "Someone's been communicating with Green and Blue, am I right?

- As perceptive as ever. - Vio grinned slightly, moving a little closer to Shadow to make him more comfortable.

- Vio," he looked up at the blond, "I appreciate your persistence, but sometimes you have to take a break.... Don't you want to practice your drawing skills? As far as I know, the way to the beasts is open now....

But the answer to this suggestion was only silence. Vio plunged back into his outline.

Shadow sighed doomedly, clinging tighter to him as she continued to stare at him. And yet how beautiful Vio's face looked in the setting sun....

[babitim-royal-au]

Could we see the other forms for cuphead pls oh pretty pls😭

Yes.

Can you name all the runes? Some are very close together so it might be a little hard.

[sirensea14]

My Royalty au

Part 1 - The Beach (short sketchy comic)

Part 2 - The Meeting

Part 3 - Enchanted Store

Part 4 - The Legendary Chalice and the Dish brothers

Part 5 - upcoming:

The Witch of Distress

Holly was on Aesop's Falls, she lived there all of her life till she became 20. At 23 of age, she moved down to the Inkwell Isles to discover more magic beyond just runes. Yes, she liked runes and magic. She was a well known sorceress in her home town, a cheerful, ambitious, sweet yet silly witch. She was kind to help people by making potions, using runes and her knowledge. They say she was the smaertest of the smart, but she shoved those comments away since she's aware she isn't the only one exposed to magic.

A thought came to her, what if she went around the world?

At the age of 20 she became an official archeologist, she wanted to uncover more of magic mysteries.

She went to the Disney Kingdom where she uncovered some magic mysteries and met great people like the iconic knights, Mickey Mouse, Goofy, and Donald Duck. She also encountered a rogue knight, Oswald the Unlucky Rabbit, previously known as the Lucky Rabbit in his golden years of service. He was mysterious and the only thing for this is because his wife dies from monsters while he was on a mission and his fellow knights didn't protect her, according to the gossips.

She then went to the Loonyville where she met Bugs Bunny and his gang. They were quite zany. It was also a coincidence that Felix the Cat Adventurer--from Toon Town--was there, a fellow archeologist and a great writer. They have been good friends and Holly is still in touch with him even as she is now on the Dish Kingdom.

And then her last destination before residing in the aforementioned kingdom, Islang Liwayway, or Dawn Island. She ventured there and saw a mysterious small gear. It glowed of yellow. She became enchanted to it and kept it in her collection.

Then the Dish Kingdom, she erected a store here, the Enchanted store. Selling potions, food, weapons, rune spells on paper and displaying her collection. She has a cauldron where she used to make potions.

The people residing the kingdom were delighted by her, however as nights came, a problem bloomed. They always saw a woman flying and laughing. Taunting and threatening at them. It terrorized them that they wanted the knights to obliterate the witch, but they couldn't.

She was too powerful. Witnesses who looked at her close, eye to eye, said that she looked like Holly, she had a dark purple dress, rides on a broom, controls runes and a glowing cog on her neck. She also has her sclera black and her eyes glowing yellow orange, just like the cog. She would wave off green magic on her hand and snatch off souls of nearby victims.

Some people tried to defend Holly who was unaware of what happens during the night.

She also happened to find a certain dish knight appealing, that specific knight had a red cape and pants, red striped straw and ruby eyes. That's another reason for her to stay aside from the magic and mystery the kingdom held.

Until now, the mystery of the witch is left unresolved, she also claimed to be Mayhem, the Witch of Distress.

[claire-starsword]

Bloodline of the Sacred Dragons - Chapter 1-1

[Read from the start]

Chapter 1: The white Sacred Dragon of Dragonia

Besides the little birds chirping, something else made a noise. Or maybe he had just imagined it.

One way or the other, Bleu didn't care. So he didn't even turn to check what it was.

Besides the sounds in the wind, he had his voice inside his own head. There was no reason to use it out loud. Because he had no one to talk to.

He was the last survivor of the Sacred Dragons, no one else of his tribe remained. He was very well used to being alone.

All he wanted was some peace and quiet, and time had given him more than he asked for. A quiet life of indulging in books. It was a tranquility that most people had trouble to associate with a wild dragon.

For some time now, Bleu had been entertaining himself with pen and paper. As if trying to draw feelings he could not put into words. Eventually, he grew tired of it and returned the pen to its inkwell.

He had always kept the habit of writing on his diaries, though he took breaks from it at times. So long had him been writing them that the volumes filled a couple of his shelves. But lately, there had been many days like this one, where there was nothing to write about. How long had this gone on for? It shouldn't be that hard to remember.

To relax his back after sitting on the stool for so long, he stretched his long neck, turning it all the way to his back. To his surprise, he saw a girl, looking upside down due to his position.

"Bleu."

Breaking the silence as she called his name, the human girl wrapped her slender arms around his neck.

Bleu just barely avoided to fall off the stool like a klutz, and was grateful for that small blessing. With his strong neck he pulled the girl up as he fixed his posture, and then turned around on the stool.

"It's you, Karin." A name he was very used to say. "When did you come in?"

The tall girl, who reached up to Bleu's shoulders, looked up at him brightly. The hunter clothes were a good fit for her strong and graceful body. To come to Dragonia, she certainly had to cross fields and the forest. Bleu gently picked out the dead leaves entangled in her hair with the tips of his claws.

Sacred Dragons were big, but not gigantic. Unlike other inferior dragons, they walked on two legs. When it came to height, a human's head usually reached up to the base of their wings.

"Don't surprise me like that," said Bleu. "Geez. You haven't dropped this habit of hugging me either," he complained a bit, not wanting to be treated like a kid forever.

"Oh, it's your fault for not noticing even as I entered the room. I can't picture you having been once in that Shining Force," she replied with a slight pout.

Shining Force, the army of light that once saved the whole continent of Rune. Bleu had been a member of it, but it was merely a title of the past to him. Hearing the name made the tip of his nose itch. Besides, he didn't expect Karin to bring it up.

She pulled away from him while stroking his neck, and turned away. Her light brown hair, tied up in a single ponytail, made a swift arc with the motion. Inside the quiver on her back, over her leather clothes, a bunch of arrows clacked in disarray.

"Oh, right. I shot down a copper pheasant on the way here. We can make a great stew for dinner with it."

Linking her arms behind her back, she gave a glance over her shoulder, suddenly making a cute face. Then she ran away without waiting for Bleu to reply.

"A stew, does that mean you want to stay over again?"

Bleu made a dejected face just from thinking of the time and work it would take to prepare the meal. It would be night by the time they finished, wouldn't it?

"You don't want me to go back alone to Rudo at midnight, do you? Besides, there's plenty of rooms so you don't have an excuse," she answered, already out of sight.

Good grief. In his head, Bleu waved a white flag.

Karin came to visit once a month, from the village of Rudo in the west. The very picture of liveliness, this human girl was someone Bleu couldn't go against. His power was far superior, yet when it came to words he had yet to win even once.

As a kid, he had grown up among Karin and the other children of Rudo. Daughter of the village chief, Karin was, then and now, Bleu's only friend. Childhood friends, if you could apply the expression for a human girl and a dragon child.

When the demon army assaulted Dragonia, Karin again was the only one to come after the Shining Force and help him. She worried more about him than the danger she could face. That's why Bleu joined the Shining Force to protect her.

Even once he returned after the end of the war, with her fearless nature, Karin continued to be like a big sister in his life, in both age and spirit.

The changes she would bring into his life showed him that time never stands still. Any moment with her was noisy, hectic, and full of energy. Bleu liked all these sides of her.

He let out a deep breath that wasn't quite a laugh nor a sigh.

Closing the diary he had been working on, he got up from the stool quietly.

Eventually, their late dinner was ready.

They ate face to face with each other as usual, the bowl of stew on the dinner table between them.

"Krin comes back tomorrow."

Karin brought up the topic suddenly, looking up to meet Bleu's face.

"Really? Krin, that walking encyclopedia?" Bleu asked back, jerking his head up from the glass of wine he had been drinking. With the harsh movement, the wine in the glass spilled onto the table and his jaw.

"Hey, watch it. You've always had such terrible manners."

Karin got up from her chair, and wiped Bleu's mouth with a cloth.

"Stop it, we're not kids anymore, isn't this embarrassing?"

While clearly ashamed and displeased, Bleu stood perfectly still. Perhaps that was more of a reflex than a habit.

"Nobody's watching. Besides, I used to do this always back when you were a baby."

When he was just a newborn, Bleu's mother could not produce milk, so the people of Rudo fed him cow and goat milk in her place. Karin insisted that she had done it a bunch of times. Bleu didn't believe her, because she was only three years old back then. She must have been making it up. Whenever he contested it, she would start giving a bunch of details on how things were back then. Since he had no memories to compare, it was always his loss.

Not putting up with that, he tried to get back on topic. "So, about Krin coming back."

"Right, right, that."

Karin sat back on her chair.

"I heard that she went to Manarina to study magic. But she's finally coming back then."

Bleu let his mind wander to memories of Karin's younger sister. While Karin was the amazon running through hills and fields with a bow in hands, Krin was the opposite, a bookworm. The sisters were a perfect split of introvert and extrovert.

Krin was the one who looked for accurate accounts of the Manual within old books. Her knowledge had been praised even by Advisor Nova of Guardiana. Currently, she knew more about the Manual than Bleu himself. After all, he hadn't had any chance to see it, as it had been sealed within a shrine until Darksol stole it.

"Of course, you're coming with me to welcome her back."

Bleu wanted to say she was springing this on him too suddenly, but she had her hands clasped together, and her lips stretched a bit.

"Right…" he answered, a bit hesitant. He had no problem with seeing Krin. However, to do that he'd have to leave for Rudo Village.

"Krin actually asked for you to come. She said she has something important she wants to tell you directly."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"She said that in a letter brought by a carrier pigeon from Uranbatol, and nothing else. Seems to be something she wants to say face to face. Honestly, does that girl have no faith in her own sister?"

Karin sulked, and Bleu laughed as he tried to cheer her up.

"It's Krin, she might have been worried that the letter could get in other people's hands. Which means it must something really important. Guess I have no choice…"

"No choice?" Karin's reply sounded just a little bit angry.

"No, no, I'm also happy to come along," he added, laughing like a fool. His words were only half true.

Thus, Bleu left the land of Dragonia for the first time in years. It was the start of a new journey.

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Translation notes:

Bleu's mom also used to write diaries, which you can find in game.

The idea of Sacred Dragons being the superior dragons has been around before. Neither of these texts acknowledge dragonewts though, who are also bipedal. I'm unsure if they are being excluded on purpose or if the writers just forgot.

Now, the elephant in the room. Karin's appearance:

This does not look like a brown haired girl with hunter clothes, bow, quiver and hair in a ponytail to me. Not even close. There might have been some wack miscommunication between writing and illustrating the novel.

The ponytail description is slightly closer to her NPC sprite, not that it matters much since it's been ten years and this is somewhat generic sprite shared between the whole Important Little Girl Trio.

She also has a ponytail in the GBA version, though that's likely a coincidence, as this seems fully based on the original sprite, and I've already seen Krin's description in the next part, it has nothing to do with her GBA incarnation. I still have to bring all of this up to laugh back at the good old days where I boldly declared the novel had given her a proper design.

(While we're nitpicking, Bleu's eyes also seem to be red in the cover, are he did not have a striped belly in the original game.)