#Treasure of the Catacombs

[multiversalgarrett]

Concept art of the final boss of that game I'm never gonna make:

Treasure of the Catacombs

This is the last post about this that I'm making.

[lolitabreath]

[canis-majoris]

[darthnell]

You have to go with a guide. Mine advised me to get a pair of those waders like they use for fly fishing or harvesting cranberry bogs. I regretted not following that advice, but I got used to the feeling of walking with a lake in my boots after a while.

There were four or five of us, I think. I don’t remember all their names. The entrance was tucked away in an abandoned train tunnel; we had to squeeze ourselves through a hole that was about a foot and a half in diameter, or so. I won’t tell you where— I don’t think I’d remember anyways, despite my photos. I’d gone caving before, somewhere out in central Pennsylvania, and that was my closest point of reference for this. The end result wasn’t too different— you crawl out of a hole covered head to toe in mud. Except then, you hop back on the tram and hope no one stops you and questions where you’ve been.

Inside the catacombs, though, the difference is evident. They’re alive.

If you’re looking for the dead, just go to the tourist section. That’s where you’ll find the skulls and bones and grisly human remains.

If you’re looking for the life—which, naturally, is against the law—you’ll find the art.

It’s stunning. Mud and stone sculptures inhabit the salles. Murals and graffiti decorate the walls, intricate and not-so-ancient, original works and pop culture references and recreations of famous paintings like the Great Wave. Each year, the graduating class of one of the Parisian universities (which I shall not name for legal reasons) paints a mural to join the collage of their predecessors, which spans back decades. If you have someone who knows where to look, you’ll find them all— frescos and mosaics and seating areas and places to light candles and hand-made chandeliers to hold them. Places to host parties and raves— we passed a crew heading down that way, boombox on their shoulders and colored lights heralding their path.

Even before this I’d heard rumor of catacomb raves, but being down there myself, I cannot imagine anything stupider than doing that while inebriated. Perhaps it’s different for those who grew up in Paris.

I won’t pretend to know everything about it. My guide did most of the work— he carried the map, he lit the way. Without him, we would’ve all been lost, even with the “street” signs that corresponded somewhat to those above. It’s not a journey for the fainthearted. You will get muddy, you will get wet, you will get tired, you will have to squeeze your way through narrow tunnels, and you will have to keep up with your guide. You might even drop your phone in the thigh-deep water that you have to wade through, in the case of some poor explorer we came across; I don’t think he ever found it.

We didn’t come across anyone who claimed to live in the catacombs, but I don’t doubt that they exist. It’s illegal, of course, not to mention dangerous. I suppose that’s what makes it a haven to those who have the knowledge and need to use it as such. I consider myself lucky to get a glimpse into this part of underground (literally) French culture, and to make it back out in one soggy piece.

But, to echo op and the commenter above, think twice before going down. And do not go alone.

the paris catacombs are 1000x more fucked up than i imagined

[bubblesgarden]

introducing… treasure hunter!reader !

✺ ⋆.˚ treasure hunter!reader … who grew up on stories instead of lullabies— pirates, hidden catacombs, temples swallowed by the jungle, and lost cities. she grew up with dirt under her nails and maps buried at the bottom of her backpack. she speaks in quiet facts and myths like they’re the same thing; "this whole coastline used to be pirate waters" or, "they say if you follow the stars backwards, they'll lead you to where something sank." the others will laugh, but they always end up following her anyway. they always find something.

✺ ⋆.˚ treasure hunter!reader … who’s most prized possession is her journal — leather bound, duct taped at the spine. filled with charcoal drawings, crumpled maps, random old notes she’s found, and scribbled notes like 'turn key clockwise — unlocks floodgate'. she even has a whole section dedicated to ‘traps i’ve survived’.

✺ ⋆.˚ treasure hunter!reader ... who should have died at least six times by now, but somehow always crawls out of the wreckage with a grin and a smart ass comment like, "well, that was character building." after barely escaping a collapsing ruin? "well... that's not up to code." finding a priceless artifact? "hope no one needed this. because it's mine now." some other witty lines include; "i didn't sign up for this. wait— yeah i did." "do you think these guys enjoyed building death puzzles, or were they just bored." "ten out of ten landing. stuck it. almost died. but stuck it." and her personal favourite; "weeeee— OH FUCK!"

have i just spent the last week playing and hyperfixating on uncharted again ... yes. i have no regrets. treasure hunter!reader is nathan drake's daughter fr (sorry cassie).

[rook-laidir]

Rook Banter Part 5

I really need a hobby. Enjoy!

Rook: I have a weird question.

Davrin: This should be good.

Rook: Are the Dalish always…like that?

Davrin: Condescending and obsessed with a world that hasn’t existed for thousands of years? Pretty much.

Rook: I’m not used to being around so many other elves. I didn’t realize how seriously the Dalish take everything.

Davrin: Hard to blame them, given the circumstances, but you can see why I left.

Rook: At least you wear shoes. I’ll never understand that one.

~~~

Rook: You’re thinking about something. You’ve got your thinking face on.

Neve: Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain have had centuries to watch the stories about them twist and distort. The atrocities they committed became warped until they were lauded as gods. We need to look closer into their accomplishments - see if we can find some hint of truth between the lines.

Rook: Between Davrin, Bellara, and I, you’ve got two and a half elves who can help. We’ll figure something out.

Neve: Well look who’s looking on the bright side.

Rook: We might even only die a little.

Neve: There it is.

~~~

Rook: How’d that woman’s missing sister case end up?

Neve: Everyone’s safe and sound. Thanks for mapping out that section of the catacombs for me.

Rook: Anything for you.

Neve: Careful. I might just take you up on that.

~~~

Rook: How’d you like those skulls I found?

Emmrich: They were just what I needed for my research! The ones who are inclined to talk have the most fascinating stories.

Rook: Glad that old crypt wasn’t completely empty. Did any of them happen to mention anything about a long-lost treasure hoard left behind by an exiled ancient Rivaini queen?

Emmrich: I’m afraid not, but I’d be happy to see what assistance I can lend you in the meanwhile.

Rook: Dammit. Thanks anyway, Emmrich.

~~~

Emmrich: You were most impressive in the Hall of Valor, Rook. Where did you learn to fight like that?

Rook: All over. Isabela and a few of the Lords taught me a lot, but I was a pretty small kid who never knew when to shut up. I had to learn how to throw a punch pretty quickly. Got my ass handed to me more times than I can count.

Emmrich: Yes, you do seem to have a habit of challenging much larger opponents.

Rook: It’s a better win when you’re punching up.

~~~

Bellara: Have you seen the latest edition of Crossed Daggers and Hearts?

Rook: One of your serials? No. Why would I have seen it?

Bellara: I can’t seem to find it anywhere and Neve did mention she saw you going to your room with a bunch of newspapers.

Rook: We can’t have any secrets around here, can we?

~~~

Lucanis: So, Crossed Daggers and Hearts?

Rook: *sighs* Neve or Bellara?

Lucanis: Davrin, actually.

Rook: I’m looking over my shoulder around all of you for the rest of my life.

~~~

Rook: Did you read the latest chapter?

Lucanis: Guilia can do so much better than Ricardo.

Rook: Right?! Bellara’s almost finished, we’ll debrief when she’s done.

[anomalyaly]

Hello!

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Secrets of the Silent Stars:

Elsie Corvin lives a regular life under the scrutiny of her parents, always expected to do what is proper in order to someday be the best example of their family. But when a dinner party turns disastrous, she is thrust into a new world that she didn't know existed. As with all new discoveries, there is a darker side to the magic in her possession. Reluctant to be the "chosen one", she finds herself having to choose between doing what others expect from her or doing what is right.

Some secrets are best left hidden in the silence of the stars.

Ongoing

Sebastian Sallow x Ravenclaw F!MC

Fifth-year and post-game, slow burn, canon-divergent

BOOK 1: [AO3] [Wattpad]

BOOK 2: [AO3] [Wattpad]

Oneshots

SFW

Glow in the Dark Elsie helps her little sister Lydia get comfortable on her first night at Hogwarts. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Haunted Shop pt 1 Elsie's experience with poltergeists. [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Haunted Shop pt 2 Elsie buys a shop. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Scars Elsie's past and magic. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Ghosts Elsie's experience with ghosts. [Tumblr]

Centaurs Poppy and Elsie go to the forest. [Tumblr]

The Girl from Uagadou Natty's backstory. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Not in Time AU if MC never made it to the catacomb in time. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Divination (suggestive) Sebastian is excited to hold a girl's hand. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Some Like it Hot Elsie deals with Ferdinand Octavius Pratt. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Crossed Wands (suggestive) Dueling practice makes Sebastian excited. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

The (After) Life of the Party Elsie and Lydia's first Halloween together at Hogwarts. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Treacle Trouble Elsie attempts to bake something to cheer Sebastian up. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Winter Wonderland (suggestive) Sebastian tries to convince Elsie that the cold can be enjoyable. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

right where you left me (angst) You died. Sebastian had a portrait of you commissioned. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Treasure Hunt A drabble about Elsie panic-casting [AO3] [Wattpad]

Golden A fluffy oneshot of how Sebastian and Elsie spent Valentine's Day. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Short Stories

My New Dream A Tangled Crackfic AU ft Sebastian and Elsie [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

NSFW

All characters are 18+ MDNI!!!!

The Nut Cracked Sebastian doesn't understand muggle holiday traditions. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Illicit Spell Practice The spicy version of 'Crossed Wands'. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

I See the Light Flynn Rider!Sebastian teaches Rapunzel (unnamed FMC) a few new things. [AO3] [Wattpad] [Tumblr]

Short Stories

Extracurricular A modern college AU: Elsie just wants to graduate. Sebastian is insufferable. What happens when the two of them meet? [AO3] [Wattpad]

Other things

Sebastian Sallow modern college AU headcanons Ominis Gaunt modern college AU headcanons

((Header and dividers by saradika-graphics))

[interregionalgyminspections]

An incomplete list of places that traveling trainers should avoid:

Burned Tower of Johto - Severity: 6/10

Long ago, there were two towers in Ecruteak City. One of them burned, though, leaving behind the Burned Tower. While the main floor is pretty stable, and people often come here to leave their respects, do not go to any upper floor. The wood has been heavily damaged, and there have been many reports of it giving way, causing people to plunge several stories down.

Lumiose Catacombs of Kalos - Severity: 7/10

Lumiose has many, many kilometers worth of catacombs beneath it, and no one's come even close to fully exploring them. Even with advanced navigational equipment, people have gotten lost in these tunnels, and some never made it out. The ghosts within the catacombs might point you towards an exit, or they might send you even deeper. Unless you're extremely prepared, it's best not to delve into these catacombs.

Sea Mauville of Hoenn - Severity: 8/10

Aside from, if the legends are true, being one of the most unethical and hostile workplaces while active, Sea Mauville hasn't gotten any safer since being abandoned. There's twisted metal everywhere, some places have completely flooded, and high-pressure pipes can burst with no warning. I know it's a popular place for danger-seekers, but it really should be left for nature to reclaim.

Galar Mine No. 3 of Galar - Severity: 9/10

You might be thinking, "Doesn't Galar only have two major mines?" And you'd be correct, in the present day. But years ago, Galar used to have a third major mine. The reason it's been abandoned is because of toxic fumes that have filled the entire mine, it having a penchant for sudden cave-ins, and, reportedly, a never-ending inferno at the very bottom of the mine. You'd be safer going spelunking almost anywhere else.

Area Zero of Paldea - Severity: 10/10

The fabled Great Crater, the one place forbidden to students of Naranja-Uva. There's good reason for that. Area Zero is absolutely filled with extremely hostile Pokemon that won't hesitate to maul you, giant falls onto sharp rocks, and an ever-present mist that can turn carbon and silicon into crystal. Stories speak of treasure somewhere within Area Zero, but whatever it is, if it even exists, it's not worth it.

[gravekeptsecret]

if you don't mind me tagging you, @tommyend, i wanted to make a book recommendation i thought you might find interesting? it's heavenly bodies: cult treasures & spectacular saints from the catacombs, by paul koudounaris. it's photographs, stories and histories of the european catacomb saints.

[multiversalgarrett]

The main antagonists from the game I'm never gonna make:

Treasure of the Catacombs

This twist would have been pretty cool. Too bad I'm ruining it by posting this.

[artist-issues]

Snow White and Treasure

While I’m on her topic.

I noticed treasure in my re-watch of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Every key character’s treasure reveals their true nature on the inside.

Nowhere is it more evident than in the Queen herself, obviously.

Her treasure is holding the title of Fairest of All. That’s what she cares about. How she’s perceived. After all, why else does she sneak out of the castle through the catacombs? Why does she have the Huntsman do her dirty work—why not just kill Snow White on her own? She clearly gets way too much joy out of the idea of poisoning Snow White.

But she can’t do that. She has to hide her true nature, so she sneaks out of her own castle.

Ironically, her treasure is Being the Fairest—but she’s not beautiful on the inside. She’s ugly on the inside, like a rotten apple! And that fixation on getting her treasure eventually puts that ugliness on the outside, no matter how much she wants to look the opposite.

The next character we have who’s treasure reveals his true nature is Grumpy. (My favorite.)

All of the Dwarves treasure their own comfort to some extent. But Grumpy doesn’t just treasure comfort. He treasures his own safety. After all, what is grumpiness if not a person who has been afraid and self-protective all their life? He’s always defensive, always on the lookout for a scam.

Grumpy is the last to change…and the only one who’s true nature is revealed when he does. Also, Grumpy is the only character who’s treasure changes.

Grumpy starts out being the most against Snow White. All of them are, at first, until they interact with her and she shows them what she can do for them.

But Grumpy takes the longest to warm up, because he’s not just afraid that she’ll bring the Queen to the cottage and put him in danger. He’s afraid of feelings. They make him feel unsafe.

I know that sounds weird but seriously. That’s his big beef with Snow White. He clearly likes her in spite of himself, but he’s terrified of opening up, because she’s A) new and different and B) getting attached is vulnerability, and vulnerability is dangerous.

That’s the opposite of Snow White! When she’s being her most vulnerable about her wish, he’s meeting the whole idea with scorn: “Ha! Mush!”

But he can’t help feeling, anyway. Because Snow White is so pure, and so not defensive, she gets under his skin.

And his treasure changes.

He goes from saying “get rid of her, she’ll bring nothing but trouble” to LEADING THE CHARGE to save her from the Queen.

He goes from treasuring his own safety to treasuring Snow White’s safety.

And that new treasure reveals his true nature: Grumpy is sentimental, and feels things strongly. Who is the Dwarf crying the hardest when Snow White dies?

Those two characters show that one’s treasure reveals their true nature, no matter how they try to guard against it or hide it.

The Queen’s treasure of her own appearance reveals that she’s ugly on the inside.

Grumpy’s treasure of safety reveals that he is very vulnerable on the inside.

But Snow White? Snow White’s treasure is not defended. Snow White’s nature is not hidden. Because Snow White is utterly innocent and pure. She just is who she is, beautiful and simple, and that’s what so great about her. She treasures love—and she is loving. She tells the birds at the wishing well, and sings out her wish, for love. That’s rewarded; the Prince hears it and promises her his heart. (She’s his treasure by the way.)

She tells the Dwarves that she’s got faith in his love, and she knows he’ll come back, and they just adore her.

She’s every bit as beautiful and vulnerable on the outside as her treasure of love is on the inside.

When she encounters lost birds, what does she do? Love them. When she encounters orphans, what does she do? Love them. When she encounters Princes openly giving their hearts to her, what does she do? Love them. Her nature reflects what she treasures.

There’s no sign of anything but innocence, no hiding, no disingenuousness—because why should there be? The thing she treasures is a good thing. So that’s what makes her beautiful.

Beautiful enough to be the Fairest of All dressed in rags and dirt.

Beautiful enough to be granted mercy by a Huntsman who’s own life is on the line.

Beautiful enough to be buried in a glass coffin, instead of buried alive when the Queen’s plot succeeds.

Beautiful enough to be searched for and found, against all odds, by the Prince who fell in love with her at first sight.

Someone who values love highly, and lets that treasure shine out through every part of their nature, is powerful. They can strike fear and hatred into the hearts of the most self-absorbed, and transform the most stuck-in-their-ways, and inspire love in anyone who comes into contact with them.

That’s what’s wonderful about Snow White. She’s pure, from what she treasures to her very nature, and needs to hide nothing about herself.

[sonny201818]

Hello, this is my Hogwarts Legacy blog. I’m Sonny, she/her. This is dedicated to my MC Millie Grey.

I will post my own artwork of my MC & other HL characters as well as reblog other HL things. I will post lore of my own head cannons. I love this universe, please feel free to message me or comment telling me about your MC/lore!

Artwork/ One Shots:

*Introduction! *OTP Sheet *Character Sheet

*Snowball Fight *Millie & Valeria 🩷💚

*Slytherin Trio Rough Sketch *Millie & Sebastian Vines Entangled // Part 2

*Treasure Map *Sebastian–Ladies Man

*Trouble *We Love Fanart

*Lectured By Uncle Solomon *Ominis Sandwiched

*Garreth & Millie Potion Experiment *Trio Hug

*Sallows & Their Crushes *The Perfect Portrait (Chibi Comic)

*Sebastian & Millie Morning Cuddles *Quidditch Try Outs—One Shot + Fan Art

*First Quidditch Match *Cheek Kisses

*Love Potion Prank / Part 2 *History Of Magic 😴

*Protective Sebastian *Millie Doodles / Part 2

*Shy Millie *Smitten *Embarrassed Seb *Graphorn Mishap *Cheek Kisses *Feelings

*Potion Mishap *Post-Kissing

Lore:

*Catacomb 5th Year/sketch

*Summer Into 6th Year Lore

*Thought I’d Find You here

*Ancient Magic Lore/Sketches

*Millie & Seb First Kiss 🩷🩷 Art + One Shot

*Sebastian’s Worries

Other:

High School AU / Part 2

*Modern AU(crowded train)

New 5th Year AU

*New 5th Year *Keep Millie Warm

*Overprotective Boys *Impress MC *All Is Fair In Love & War

[canis-majoris]

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

*NSFW* I'm Alive (Yandere!Monster x GN!Reader)

CW: Dead Dove, dub-con, death, gore, inhuman anatomy, sexual non-sexual penetration, mind control, angst, you have been warned

Breathing hurt.

His entire body convulsed as he inhaled, the writhing mass that was his body cracked and groaned as it pulsed. He was once a man, though he no longer remembered much of his previous life. There was a torso emerging from the ball of flesh that was his lower half, and sometimes when he closed his eyes he could recall owning a pair of legs; but now he was just an abomination.

Trapped under the earth in what seemed to be the ruins of a temple or some kind of forgotten catacombs, he spent his days lying in a corner, eating the rats that came and tried to devour his body that reeked of decay.

Sometimes, he dreamt. There is a dream of a building called a "church", where a woman would clasp her hands together and speak to an invisible man. She called it prayer, and told him if he prays then her god will answer, but whenever he awoke and interlocked his red, skinless fingers together, the woman's god never granted him death.

Death never comes, nor does relief.

There was only rot, and pain, and rats.

Each and every day. He didn't know how he knew, because he hadn't seen the sun since becoming a monster, but he knew that there was such thing as a sun, and a sky, and that the day changed to night, which would become weeks, then years. And he knew that he has been down there for a very long time.

Then, one day, there was light.

And God granted him his relief.

.................................

The group of adventurers broke through the sealed entrance to the abandoned tower. It once stretched all the way to the heavens, but had sunk into the dirt centuries ago. Half of the excited group were thrill seeking scholars, willing to put their lives on the line to uncover the secrets of the Inverted Tower, and the other half were monster slaying treasure hunters, investigating the ancient rumors of forgotten relics. Among them was (Reader), a hero unknown.

The dreams began when they were just a child. Dreams of a man begging them not to leave, falling to his knees as the walls crumbled around the two and the familiar stranger's skin peeled off like cracking paint. A nun in the dreams would assure (Reader) that it wasn't their fault. But it hurt. It was too much for a child to see. Seeing themselves, but not themselves, a body foreign yet undeniably their own, reliving the moment when they chained a man to the floor, then locked the door and left him to die.

Now they stood at a hole in the ground: the magnet of fate pulling them into a place they felt would be identical to their dreams.

And they were right.

The halls seemed to be persevered by magic, dirty and dusty, but still fairly untouched by the erosion of time. Landing onto the top floor was like dropping into one of their dreams. Memories from someone else invaded (Reader's) mind, and forced them to recall things they never experienced before.

Adopted by the Tower of God, (Reader) was proud to have been chosen amongst all of the other orphans. Their skills were unmatched, as was their intellect. Only six years old, and the magical talent scouts had determined that they had what it took to learn to be a great warrior for 'The Cause'.

There was another child around (Reader's) age that had been adopted from a different country. He looked like an angel, with gold hair and eyes so clear and blue that they looked like the sky.

The floor shook dangerously as the group worked their way to the stairs. A healer tried to hold (Reader) back, concern filling his face. "You look really pale, do you need to sit down?"

"We literally just entered!" A thug stage whispered, nervous to make any loud noises. No one knew what was in the tower, but there had been many stories about monsters and demons. Some said that the devil himself pulled the tower into the earth out of jealousy towards God.

"I'm fine.." (Reader) wiped the sweat off their forehead with the back of their hand. "I'm just getting a weird sense of deja vu..."

The children entered the tower's chapel hand in hand. It was nearly empty, save for a nun kneeling before a terrifying statue of a cloaked figure. Despite wearing a habit, she was an unusual looking nun, with her eyebrows shaved off and tattoos visible from under her hood.

"Welcome, children." She gave a small smile, one that seemed more tired than welcoming.

"You look weird." The golden boy gripped (Reader's) arm tighter.

A genuine laugh erupted sharply, startling the kids. "I am a clerical nun."

"What's that?"

She revealed her hands to the small orphans before her. Sparkling light rose from her fingers like snowflakes falling backwards.

"The God that I serve gives me power. Power to cleanse the world of evil." The statue looming above the trio felt as though it heard her mention it; it's presence darkening and suffocating (Reader). "You were chosen because your souls glow stronger than most.. God has blessed you both."

"All you have to do is pray.."

An axe slashed through an attacking bat. Only on the 112th floor and the group had already began to run into creatures from the beyond. Lesser evils such as minion bats and living slime charged the group as ferociously as possible, mad with hunger. As they continued on, a growing affection for the young boy bloomed within (Reader's) heart, reliving someone else's journey of friendship and love, with a terrifying sense of anxiety. Each new remembrance of secret handholding and hushed murmurs behind closed doors gave (Reader) a rush of dopamine, but also made them fearful to continue. They knew there was a memory they didn't want to uncover; one that would connect to the dreams they've had since forever, and it scared them.

On the edge of puberty, (Reader) and the Boy could feel that something within them was changing, but being raised by a guild of monster hunters left them without the basic learnings of what was happening to their bodies and minds. The two were surrounded by loving adults who cared for the orphans like family, but continued to isolate themselves as they grew, relying on each other in secret more and more.

The two hid under the blanket, sharing a bed long after it was time for lights out. (Reader) held onto the Boy's slightly clammy hand, repeating a prayer in their head for God to make their heart stop hurting. It was as though they were allergic to their best friend and brother. Whenever he looked into their eyes they felt a tidal wave of emotion so intense it nearly brought them to tears. However, at the same time they couldn't leave his side. They wanted to hug him so tightly that his body would melt into their's.

"I don't like Mother Lillian." The Boy whispered through pouting lips. "She keeps making us take our lessons apart from each other."

"Haha. That's because you refuse to do your work when we sit together." (Reader) knocked their forehead against his lightly.

In the black of their room, they couldn't see the Boy's face blushing, so they assumed that the heat they felt was coming from their own cheeks.

"Schoolwork is boring... I'd rather spend time with you."

The thing on the ground floor could smell his salvation. That prayer he had mumbled in incoherent words for decades was finally heard by his God. A person who's name he hadn't forgotten despite his language skills diminishing to nothing but grunts and groans had finally come for him. He would no longer be alone.

A horrifying sound of flesh ripping echoed throughout the corridor as he tore his body away from the wall he had begun to fuse to. It was agony, dragging his living corpse across the floor, but he knew that it would all be worth it.

Soon.

(Reader's) talent for the arcane accelerated, like a snowball gently tumbling into an avalanche. Praise and recognition were no strangers to the young teen, but as their recognition grew they were kept apart from their best friend for longer and longer intervals. While it hurt to be away from him, the genius had no idea the absolute trauma the separation was inflicting on him.

Mother Lillian held her bleeding forehead, tears falling not for herself, but for the young man she saw as her own son. The Boy stood above her with a candlestick holder raised high above his head, ready to swing again. This was the scene (Reader) interrupted, lashing out on instinct with a holy light, hoisting their best friend off his feet with a frantic wave of their hand. "STOP!"

Blood continued dripping from the tattooed cleric as her aging body was pulled into her other child's arms. It wasn't a deadly strike, but a second surely would have ended her. She was powerful, but took a vow long ago to only use her magic against evil, so even having her brow split open she refused to defend herself, because that would mean that she thought her adopted son was evil.

And even though he didn't believe it, she did love him.

"It's all her fault! She won't let us be together! She's keepING YOU AWAY FROM ME!!"

Moisture sweat from the walls.

The heat was becoming unbearable. Cooling potions were being consumed in fairly consistent dosages as the party descended. But it wasn't the earth's core, nor the presence of hell itself that caused (Reader's) fever.

They could still feel the sting of betrayal when they threw their best friend off of their mother.

"No.. that wasn't me.." the hero wobbled on their feet, fingernails clawing at their scalp.

A clay vase nearly toppled as (Reader) clipped their hip on the corner of the little table it was resting on.

They could see the Boy watching them from behind the ugly vase, and it made their stomach feel strange. His shoulders had grown wide and his chest broad. The Boy no longer looked like a boy, and (Reader) couldn't block out the odd, scary new feelings they had for him.

"STOP!!" (Reader) took off, slamming their face into a wall with a force loud enough to draw the attention of skeletons.

Said monsters hobbled closer to the group of panicking adventurers, drawing the attention of the dizzy and confused hero, who recognized the tatters draping the undeads' bones immediately.

Clerical wizards and holy people smiled at the young adult knowingly as they tried to explain, with all seriousness, the illness plaguing their body whenever their "brother" was near.

"Calm down!" The healer begged, trying to cool the panicking person down.

"No! You should all be in heaven! Why are you here?!"

Why am I here?

Whispers seeped out of the door to the Boy's room, whispers the jealous cleric-in-training on the other side did not recognize. Unable to contain their envy, (Reader) burst into the room, only to see their exhausted blonde friend standing alone in the center.

"[•••••], who were you talking to?" They demanded, eyes narrowed and shaking. At hearing his own name his cloudy eyes widened, accentuating the bags hanging heavy underneath.

"I was just praying.." His arms engulfing his angry "friend" instantly dowsed their fire, almost hypnotizing them with his touch into forgetting that they thought they had heard a second voice. "If I'm.. If I can be as strong as you, then we'll be able to spend more time together, right?"

Your God wasn't listening, so I found a new one.

As (Reader) remembered a life that wasn't their own, so did the abomination from the basement.

Each floor that their bodies drew closer also brought back pieces of their souls; souls that could only exist together.

He came to me, and offered me a deal.

The Man woke his old friend when the sun wasn't close to rising, climbing over their body under their blankets. As soon as their lips parted to question his actions, his tongue was in their mouth.

With no light to guide them the two kissed passionately and without experience. They didn't know what they were doing, just that they needed to feel one another.

(Reader) greedily grabbed the sides of his face to pull him closer, legs shifting to feel his body against their own, instantly stopping at the realization that his face was wet under their palms.

"[•••••]?" They tried to pull back as he leaned in, trapping them against their pillows. What they first thought to be tears was too warm and thick to be water. Roughly pushing him back, (Reader) illuminated the small space with magic, frightened.

Blood leaked down and smeared across his cheeks as [•••••]'s bloated, red eyes were on the verge of popping.

"Shit, we finally got passed them!" The barbarian wheezed out. "Those boney bastards were fucking tough, no thanks to you!" He directed that last part to the nearly comatose hero being supported by the healer.

"no.."

The young magic user barely heard the sick patient whimper. They had been muttering gargles of nonsense for a few levels, so it was worrying seeing them lucid and frightened; eyes round of scared, pointing at the door the barbarian was about to open with all their strength, shaking. "No..."

"Why were they so tough..?"

The door swung open with a loud bang, and a tendril shot through, piercing the barbarian's skull and splattering the scholar behind him in brain matter.

"He had made a pact with a devil."

A man bubbling alive screamed in agony as he attempted to tear off his hands to rid himself of the holy chains keeping him tethered to the floor.

Mother Lillian made an audible sound of pain as she choked back her feelings. Years of meditation and worship, and she could not keep a stoic face despite this being her job. So many exorcisms she performed. So many monsters she'd slain.

But this was her son.

"We can exer-"

"We have already tried that." (Reader) felt their world shatter. "This was a contract, not a possession."

A paladin in golden armor offered a sorrowful expression that seemed genuine. "The only thing we can do is to put him out of his misery."

"No!" They cried out, attempting to launch themselves at the godly man as their grieving mother held them tighter to her chest. "Let me see him, please! I can talk to him! Convince him to give up the name of the devil, so we can hunt it down and save his soul!"

"That's-" The paladin was cut off by Mother Lillian's icy glare. That was a long shot. Not only would it be a reckless waste of human life to hunt down a devil for one man, said man was delirious, borderline demented. There was no reasoning with him.

Bloody holes where eyes once sat welcomed (Reader) as they entered the cellar prison.

Without his sight, he could still see. He saw with scent and sound. The sound of their blood rushing through their veins made their shape, and the natural odor of (Reader's) sweat identified the body. He smiled, another tooth falling out as he did so, joining the wet pile on the floor.

"(Reader)~.."

"Tell me the name of the devil you serve." They kept their voice even and still, despite the quake rattling their spine.

"You came for me~ Just like he said!~" A pop ended his sentence, one of his arms dislocating as he pulled on the chains to get closer.

"Just like who said?" (Reader) fell to one knee, leaning in as closely and as they safely as they could. "Please, tell me the name of the devil you made a contract with."

"And now you'll love me!" He squealed.

"I want to save you!" (Reader) grabbed his shoulders but was instantly repelled, throwing themselves away and back towards the door. His skin had slipped off and stuck to their fingers. "Please, please just tell me!"

"God made me strong so you would love me!"

(Reader) turned to run out.

"Wait. Where are you going?" His voice almost sounded like his own again. It pulled (Reader's) hand away from the handle.

"I need to hunt down the devil that did this to you." Their voice trembled, barely containing their tears.

".. what?" The smile was gone as more skin stripped off the decaying body. "No?"

The pain was beginning to return. It had left when his love entered, but now that they were threatening to leave.

"You can't leave? No! NO!" His face tore as he slammed his skull down onto the floor. "Don't leave me! You need to love me! Please don't go!"

Corpses lay around the detached person slowly coming to terms with their apparent reincarnation. They knew they never returned to that tower in their previous life. They spent their entire life searching for the devil that stole their first love's soul, and died bleeding out on a battlefield, forgotten by history and remembered by no one. Unknown to them, the tower with their forgotten family did not carry on their legacy, for it had sunk while they were searching and they had simply never heard the news.

Perhaps, there were no gods, only devils. Because even the most righteous people to have ever lived were damned to wander the tower as the undead instead of passing over to the afterlife. It wasn't fair.

(Reader) gazed up at the tumorous creature that had massacred their party with glassy eyes. The name they couldn't recall during their entire discovery of their past life rolled off their tongue as they reached out for him-

"Ydenn."

A language no longer spoken by a people that no longer lived; suddenly the language (Reader) had known their entire life was replaced by something much older.

Skinless hands grabbed (Reader) gently and raised them to eye level. "(Reader).."

He called them by their past name, bruising their hips under his fingers. (Reader) briefly worried that they were about to die, that all these years alone Ydenn thought they had abandoned him, and that all he desired for all these years was revenge.. but instead he pulled them close, smashing his face against theirs in a mock kiss.

Without lips his gums rubbed painfully against their lips, but it felt just as hungry and desperate as their first kiss under the covers. (Reader's) body may have felt different in his arms, but he knew it was them.

They parted their lips for his invading tongue, now longer and monstrous, it moved like a writhing worm inside their cheeks before pressing itself down their throat, pulsating and hot. Ydenn's hands tore off their top, effortlessly going through multiple layers to feel their bare skin against his raw muscles. He sat their body on his mound of flesh, unable to think of anything other than becoming one with them.

A bright light filled (Reader's) vision as their pants were removed, suddenly replacing the horrific scene with a pleasant dream. Lying in the bed they owned well over a century ago, Ydenn held them under his naked body, face red and glossy from his crying baby blues. "I finally have you again." With a wide smile he kissed them again, smiling harder when they eagerly reciprocated.

They pulled back just to say "I tried to save your soul, Ydenn! I'm sorry I never came back, I'm sorry for dying!"

Just like the angel (Reader) remembered him to be, his face cracked under the weight of his joy, hearing his love babble underneath him as though they were nervous of his feelings. "You came back for me~"

"I'm sorry it took so long." Now (Reader) was also smiling through tears. "I'm sorry I never told you.. that.. that I already loved you!"

(Reader) could feel his erection press against their thigh and willingly opened their legs, making room for him.

Ydenn's heavy pants hit their ear as he dropped his face into the crook of their neck, caressing his dick with one hand as he rubbed its tip between their legs. "Tell me you want to become one with me."

Shivers pimpled their skin in anticipation as they looked down between their bodies at his swollen cock. "I want to become one with you."

There was a searing pain that pieced (Reader's) core.

With a blink the dream was gone, and (Reader) was back facing the skinless half living corpse; a thick tendril made of gore and once-human meat penetrating their stomach.

Vomit and blood spat out across their chest as the throbbing entity began thrusting in and out of the wound it created. Their eyes gave away their shock at the treachery. The wound was too deep and too sudden; the immediate pain was already gone, and they felt numb from the waist down.

"Yd-Ydenn?" They choked on his name, but the gurgle of blood went unnoticed by him. Just hearing his name spurred him on. His teeth scraped against theirs as he began violently fucking the hole he had created. The tendril raped their abdomen like a prehensile penis while his hands ground their urine soaked groin against the growth that was his lower half. Each slap of their bodies bore the wound deeper, spraying blood and mulched intestine.

Between slaps were images of that dream, almost within (Reader's) grasp. They could almost feel pleasure, as they imagined running their hands through his hair as he pounded them into their bed.

They could hear the bed creaking against the hard wood floor as they reached their orgasm, excitedly moaning as they spasmed under his crushing pelvis. (Reader) could feel something building within them, threatening to pop as his dick slammed into something inside of them perfectly.

Just as it was spilling out, the rush of a climax vibrating their system, a loud thunk brought them back to their bloody reality.

Their glazed eyes lulled to the side to find the source of the loud sound.

(Reader's) severed bottom half lay on the floor, only attached to their torso by the stretched out intestines and leaky organs barely holding on.

The disembowelment of his lover didn't seem to phase the monster, still making love to them as more smaller, wriggling pieces of flesh penetrated (Reader).

They could feel the tendril writhe up into their chest, and wondered how they weren't dead yet. It rubbed itself against their heart, leaking an inhuman precum against their weakly beating organ. Through the black goop they thought they could see blue irises smiling back at them with happy tears.

"I love you, (Reader)."

Hot fluid splashed up into their brain as he came inside of their nearly hollowed out cavity, then the world went black.

There was a creature at the bottom of the tower, that no adventurer dared to attack. It never killed unprovoked, but it's kill rate was perfect.

It was a strange creature, a large ball of rotting chunks of human meat, held together by dark magic. Out of the tumor like creature sprouted two torsos, one more decayed than the other, and they were often seen embracing one another, creating ungodly sounds that echoed throughout the entire tower.

Though they forgot how to speak and see, their names never each other's mouths, repeating them over and over to one another without end. They had no need for sleep, nor rest. It was as though they forgot they needed to eat and even breathe.

They only needed each other.

[eleadore]

rec list: hannibal/will <5k

none of my recs contain mcd or unhappy endings. everything else is fair game & may not be tagged for.

all our treasures together by fatal_drum (t, 1.2k) breathplay, poetry, post-fall

After the fall, Hannibal and Will share an uneasy truce. Hannibal discovers that Will is still able to surprise him. Inspired by Pablo Neruda's "Ode to Broken Things."

bury your love by lovetincture (nc-17, 1.4k) rough sex, knifeplay, s03e02

That scene in the catacombs beneath the Norman Chapel could have ended much differently. They bring out the worst in each other.

do it and do it again by tei (nc-17, 1.5k) ♥️

There are fewer than twenty questions on this list.

didymus by borevidal (m, 1.9k) seduction, s2

“If I don’t put a stop to this, you’re going to blow me,” Will says. “What response does that possibility evoke?” Hannibal asks. 

whiskey verite by moistdrippings (m, 1.9k) ♥️ first time, drinking, s01e01

Post-Œuf, Will drinks whiskey and turns his analytical and empathetic eye on Dr. Lecter to get his mind off murder.

altruism by tei (m, 2.3k) spanking, fluff, post-fall

Will isn't great at sleeping.

hand in unlovable hand by coloredink (m, 2.4k) codependency, post-fall

Hannibal put his hand over Will's and held it closer to his chest. They had woken up like this more than once. "Do you wish I'd die?" he asked. "It would make your life easier."

songs of experience by borevidal (nc-17, 2.7k) morning after, s2

“Does it trouble you?” Hannibal asks. “That we have been intimate.” “Things were intimate before,” Will says, wry twist of the mouth. “What changed last night, Hannibal, is that we had sex.” “I would consider that a form of intimacy,” Hannibal says. “Wouldn’t you?”

the theatre of death by jimsnose (m, 2.7k) voyeurism, s3

Hannibal and Will put on a play for the Dragon.

home by beatricenius (nc-17, 3.2k) first time, praise kink, post-fall

Will takes a step back and gestures to the bed. “Show me.” “What do you want me to show you?” “How I’d fuck you. How you imagined it.” About idealism and fantasies and first times.

it's only a bargain if you want it by lovetincture (nc-17, 3.2k) getting together, post-fall

Needing someone isn’t the same as loving them, and loving someone isn’t the same as liking them. Will and Hannibal love each other with a dozen small cruelties, stumbling their way toward something approaching peace.

amourette by petronia (nc-17, 3.5k) getting together, s2

"I don't understand," Will said, "how a Yogi ended up in this way. You'd think the enlightened wouldn't be rude."

share your mouthful by bettyboopz (nc-17, 3.5k) fluff and choking, post-fall

He's about to wax poetic about love and loss when his head is slammed into the wall.

variations on a theme by fatal_drum (nc-17, 3.5k) ♥️ hallucinations, dub/non-con, post-fall

Will falls, over and over. A great deal happens before he wakes up. "We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown."

mise en place by thehoyden (nc-17, 3.7k) a/b/o, s1

Pre-heat left him short-tempered and irritable, even worse than usual, but Hannibal had lingered in his office doorway and said, “Come along, Will. No reason to grade on an empty stomach.”

hesperides series by petronia (nc-17, 3.7k) ♥️ s2, post-fall

According to Strabo, the garden of the Hesperides is located in Tartessos, on the south coast of Andalusia.

sugar fuel by northern (t, 3.7k) ♥️ first time, drugging, post-fall

Hannibal doesn't actually notice until several minutes into their main course. They're at the dining table as usual in the evening, working their way through a very enjoyable Blanquette de veaux when Hannibal looks up to see Will staring at him, a little too intently.

release by emungere (nc-17, 3.8k) ♥️ getting together, prostate massage, s1

“It’s certainly unwise on a number of levels.” Hannibal pressed a kiss to the crown of Will’s head. He sounded detached, as if he were speaking of someone else’s foolish choices. “But I cannot bring myself either to care or to stop.”

little fish, big fish, swimming in the water by anon (nc-17, 3.8k) first time, unconventional therapy, s1

What happens when Hannibal is finally presented with the perfect opportunity.

your ex by murdertrout (t, 3.8k) ♥️ crack, fluff, s3

We usually assume that Will clammed up about his past when he was with Molly. But what if actually Will tells Molly way, way, way too much about his relationship with Hannibal? Or, the one where Will starts talking about his “ex" and doesn't stop.

chupada by canis_m (nc-17, 3.9k) roleplay, post-fall

Hannibal and Will play doctor. It's not all fun and games. Only partly.

subject to negotiation by murdertrout (nc-17, 4k) first time, sexuality, post-fall

Will shrugs. “I’ve never kissed a man before.” Hannibal watches him lick his lips; it manages to be nervous and suggestive at the same time. “I never wanted to.” “Do you want to kiss me?” Hannibal asks, careful. “The way I -- feel about you isn’t,” Will says, his eyes flicker away, Hannibal knows why he was waiting to do this in the dark, “the way I feel about anything else.”

cacciatore by hollycrowned (m, 4.6k) established relationship, jealousy, post-fall

The view of Florence stretched beyond buildings to mountains that faded blue, seeming to evaporate into the sky. From elsewhere in the garden, a chorus of strings sang an aria. Will gulped his wine and tried to imagine the shallow valley before them empty of anything but the Arno. “I can see why you love it.” “You don’t love it yourself.” “I suppose any love I have for it exists in me because you love it,” Will dared.

the devil behind me by jimsnose (nc-17, 4.8k) ♥️ dub-con, manipulation, s2

“The priest hurt you.” Will nods. “He would find me after the sermon and take me to the narthex where no one could see. Then he would stand behind me and pretend to be the devil.” “Pretend to be the devil? How?” The wind picks up speed enough to rattle the windows in their frames; combined with the incessant spitting of ice, it sounds like the house is on fire. Will takes another sip of wine. “I could show you.” He smiles coyly. “If you like.”

[cusackswhitehair]

Mooney x Alex is needed

(bonus if Alex hoards gender and pronouns too, they don't discriminate, whatever xe want is hers)

//Desc: Cheese and Rice, dude I LOVE THIS RAREPAIR WITH ALL MY HEART!! Alex and Mooney are a match made in heaven I tell you, too bad I’m gonna’ have to scurry through the deepest catacombs of the internet if I wished to find content about them, and that’s a crime right there! But I enjoy all the breadcrumbs I may receive! We could call the ship “Half Moon” cause Alex stole her other half, haha, peak. Anyways, thank you for requesting and enjoy! \\

⏾⋆ .˚ 🌘 Moony x Hoarder Alex Dating Headcanons 🗑️ ⏾⋆.˚

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Not a day passes without Moony coughing up some puns, that’s just how the world must be. As the Sun has to shine, and the Earth has to spin, the Moon has to…bug her boyfriend with her ungodly puns to death. She should do stand-up really, maybe she could cover up Alex fighting for his life behind her. We must admit, they are terribly tirering and it seems Moony has a goldmine of them up there in her noodle. They just never stop. “Babe—babe what do you think about this one—cough cough How does the moon cut its hair? Eclipse it. Ha-ha-ha—get it?” “Make it stop, per favore Dio! Unbearable!” “Pfft, y’know what they say! Garbage humor: quite a bin-efit! Ha!”

Nobody belived these two were actually together, and even after if became more than obvious…they are textbook definition of a bromamce turned romance. If it wasn’t for the overly passionate nature Alex posesses, nobody would have a clue. He could be giving out the most breathtaking bouquet and Moony would say something along the lines of “dudee, really? For me? Awh, man you’re like, the best…like gadzooks my guy!”

Alex had never admired anybody more, than when he first watched Moony skate down a ramp. She would so effortlessly rock the board without limbs and Alex can barely even stand up straight on one. Moony was eager (as eager as she could physically be…) to teach Alex to skate, but the poor fellow proved to be all fingers and thumbs when it comes to vehicles that are more complicated than a tricycle. Despite this, Alex was avid to show off those sweet moves. “Moony! Moony! I swear, I’ve got it this time!” face plants “Doing great, man, keep it up!”

Turning their back to all the large gatherings of idiots, Alex and Moony often having endless escapades around Alex’s hoard. When the sun peaks on top of the highest part of the horizon, Moony always manages to find something to be awestruck about. What can they do? Real treasure hides under that solid ground of junk. For example, Alex has a few files of whole neopronoun lists lying around, which proved to be quite a chick magnet. “Woah dude!!! You have these stuff??” “What stuff?” “Holy wow, Space/Spaces/Spaceself?! This is neat, let me have this!”

Moony, although very rarely, brings up her weight, a dodgy subject that she’s unhappy about. Ever since that thing with The Great Runas, she has had a little bug up her mind, it’s a major insecurity. Now Alex? He was knocked sideways about this, he surely wasn’t a very self-concious fellow, but Moony? That bit of alright bombshell? After he got a wind of this, he started to leave a bunch of encouraging notes around like “looking hot today babe!” and other laughable stuff like that.

These two are the BIGGEST judgers around, they keep it to their own, but the gossip hits every single time. They would be the sort of couple who would make cringe buttons out of paper and press it ceaselessly and mimic incorrect buzzer sounds between one another.

After a certain suspicious man provided Moony some peculiar looking hemp, the couple would sesh after nights of long days, melting into a sofa with its’ springs out, guzzling diet soda, taking the fattest riffs off the bong. Moony would put up some of her favorite sitcoms to dazily laugh at…now we know where she gets those wacky puns…

This pair shares a mutual passion for complaining about the upmost trivial things, only that Moony goes the more cynical route, while Alex kicks trash cans and rolls on the floor at the smallest inconvenience. Moony monitors this quite “lame” behaviour thoroughly… she calls Alex’s trantrums cringe and that’s enough somehow.

You couldn’t even begin to fathom that battlefield, that is their bed. Not only does it look like a wasteland after nuclear Armageddon, and not only does Alex sleep in the position of a star fish, protecting his valuables even in his sleep, there isn’t a single night in which one of them doesn’t roll down on the floor or finds themselves huddled up in some crazy position in the morning. God knows what they do in their sleep.

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