#bloom-convergence

[kingmystrie]

FACTORS AND YOU

(A GUIDE TO THE EFFECTS ON HUMANS DUE TO THE BLOOM CONVERGENCE)

this question was asked on my main blog, but I thought that this deserves to be on my art blog since it's about my characters (and I drew art for it!)

Consider this guide to my world building as my innovation/contribution to the furry fandom!

STRAP IN THIS IS A LOOOOOONG ASS POST:

The world of AatW is primarily inhabited by humans like us! Except, they look different...

They just look different due to the effects of the bloom convergence, an important historical event in the world of "Arniela and the World" which sets our world apart from our main character Arniela.

The bloom convergence event was a massive supernatural event that completely broke the rules of physics, geology, biology, mathematics, chemistry and all human reason. During the bloom convergence, the earth grew twice as large, every landmass shredded and shifted irrespective of tectonics plates and every living thing completely transformed overnight.

[Img ID: Example of post-bloom biodiversity, examples being the domestic shorthair cat diverging into the common gryphon and a snitten as well as an avocado diverging into a lycado, a glowing bulbfruit and a false kiwi, with an extra arrow pointing to more possibilities not listed /End ID]

As mentioned with breaking the laws of physics, somehow the earth didn't implode or explode or whatever, and there were significantly less tsunamis and earthquakes than one might expect with the complete shredding and rearranging of the planet's crust. This event still resulted in devastating amounts of human loses and was a major set back to society as a whole, but it wasn't as apocalyptic as one might expect.

The event is referred to as "The bloom-convergence", bloom refers to the changes to living beings, convergence refers to the changes to the planet. This post will focus on the bloom aspect of the bloom convergence.

Every anthropomorphic character regardless of "species" is actually biologically human.

As you can see here with one of our characters, Linda, those who were alive before the bloom-convergence once looked like any other human alive today.

The "species" someone is is not a different species at all, but rather a set of "magical phenotypes" referred to as Factors.

[Img ID: AatW character Linda standing next to herself before the bloom convergence, she is a zoomorphic barn owl character who looks like a typical "furry" character. Next to her, her younger self is clearly seen as a red-headed human. Besides the two is a tiny family tree with herself, one of her husbands (named Bo) and one of her daughters (named Core). The family tree notes that Linda has the appearance of a barn owl, Bo has the appearance of a highland cow, but core looks nothing like either of the two animal species, having mismatched horns and an extremely raptor like face, and notably strange red eyes. Above it says "Factor Mutations are common" /end ID]

Everyone who was alive during the bloom-convergence only has one factor that is heavily based on real-life animals we are around today. This is unlike the mutations that plants had gone through, which are significantly more fantastical at times (re: bulbfruit). Factors function much more similar to a kind of phenotypal set of "genes" however, these "genes" are not linked by someone's actual genetics despite being attached to them, hence the need for their own name, Factors.

Factors can be passed down by someone's parents. As seen in the image above, Core retains Bo's horns and a similar ear type to him. Also not depicted is the fact that Core and Linda share the barn owl traits of wings and talons for feet.

But something is off here!

Notice that Core has red eyes despite neither of her parents having them, and the fact that it's an unnatural eye color for humans. Notice her mismatched bent horn? More notably, why does she have sharp teeth???

Core has a factor mutation! These are quite common!

It is not unheard of for children to acquire factor traits unrelated to their parents, it doesn't always happen, it's more of a sometimes thing than a frequent thing, but it's common to see it happen. The most common type of factor mutation is gaining traits from other similar animal species to one of their parent's factors. In this case, Core has taken on ancient therapod attributes of a raptor!

Other common mutations are slight unnatural attributes, like her red eye color, despite not having attributes to a Factor that has red eyes.

With all this in mind, as people continue to have children traits from different Factors will continue to mingle and mix until these "species" are indistinguishable from each other. However, the bloom convergence only happened thirty years ago from the point of time of the story, so this hasn't happened yet!

Additional note: every single person who was alive for the bloom convergence gained traits from a unique species, so you can tell if someone is older than thirty just by looking at them in AatW.

Factors can effect sex characteristics!

[Img ID: Drawing of a person with boobs with an arrow pointing to the same person but as a snail, underneath the human it says perisex, underneath them as a snail it says factorsex. Underneath the drawing it shows a person with boobs lose their boobs after getting a bird factor with the caption "people also lost their boobs". Above these images says "Factors effect sex characteristics". To the side there are people of different factors, nationalities and races with the caption "Factors are NOT determined by race, ethnicity or nationality" As an example of one drawing there is a panda who is guatemalan and a chinese american peregrine falcon. /end ID]

This is my favorite part: Factors can change a person's sex characteristics! Whether they like it or not, factors can, and frequently do! Change the sex characteristics of a person.

For example many terrestrial snail species are hermaphroditic, as many people are familiar with, humans are typically gonochoric. This means snails typically carry sexual traits which we consider both male and female, whereas human's sexual traits tend to be grouped with each other in a specific way leading to the idea of 'male' and 'female' sexes.

Hermaphrodite is a slur when used to describe humans. People who carry both male and female sexual traits are intersex, not "hermaphrodites". People who are not intersex are perisex. The term intersex includes wide variety of different bodies and sexual characteristics it is not just a person with both a vulva and a penis, which is a very rare form of intersex characteristics.

Obviously, I don't want to use a slur to refer to the way factors effect sexual characteristics, but I don't want to conflate this fantasy element of my world building with real life intersex people, so I have opted to refer to sex characteristic differences based on factors as factorsex.

There are characters who are intersex in AatW, however this is a different thing from factorsex, as in real life many gonochoric species will have individuals with mixed sexual characteristics for their species. For one example, it's fairly common for female deer to have antlers and vice versa!

An example of factorsex could look like having snail's mixed genitalia as mentioned earlier, but it could also look like someone with a moth factor losing their genitalia altogether after metamorphosing. factorsex expressions are as diverse as intersex ones.

Noted but not generally considered a factorsex condition: A lot of non-mammalian people lost their breasts after getting non-mammalian factors.

Factors are NOT determined by race, ethnicity or nationality.

Factors have nothing to do with where someone used to be from, or where their parents came from, or even where they lived before the bloom-convergence, the assignment of factors was completely random.

This is a very important aspect of world building to me because it needs to be obvious that the 'species' differences in AatW are non-allegorical.

Racism, xenophobia, etc. all exist in AatW as is. I do not fuck with race realism. You can think of factors more as a strange "third gender" of sorts, its own unique social reality for the characters of AatW.

Discrimination against certain factors does happen, but it isn't structural discrimination. Older generations who are not used to the whole everyone being animals thing might find someone with a spider factor or snake factor to look untrustworthy or "creepy" due to the visual similarities to real spiders and snakes, but you will never see something like "all snakes are untrustworthy scammers" be a popular opinion. Factor differences simply haven't existed long enough to have those stereotypes to have a cultural foothold yet.

[super-lupus]

Captain Barbossa - Cruel Bloom

[talesofourworlds]

@vigilantevesperia liked for an autumn starter

"Huh. Even though the leaves are starting to change color everywhere else, Halure's tree is still as pink as ever."

Maybe that shouldn't have been surprising, Edna reflected. Still, she'd come with Yuri to Halure for the day and had noticed the change in season. It would have been hard not to, with people starting to go on about the chill in the mornings and the leaves changing. There was something nice about it, but also a touch melancholic.

"Though I guess they're petals. Not leaves," she mused. "Anyway. I can see why it'd still be a popular place for people to come. Who wouldn't like a nice walk around this place? Especially with an elegant lady at their side." Her smile turned a touch cheeky. By then she knew Yuri didn't quite see her that way. That was fine, though. Just a little playing around.

[talesofourworlds]

Seemed like there was a lot more to SOLDIERs than Raven had first imagined. He figured they were some kind of elite group, or just people who were specially trained to deal with special tasks. At the same time, Zack didn't seem all that different from anyone else. Raven supposed that the same could have been said for him, though. He probably just seemed like a shady old man rather than someone who had worn the masks he had over the years.

"So what changed yer mind about SOLDIERs, then? If ya don't mind me askin'," he said. He wasn't sure if he'd get an answer, because Aerith was quick to point out a potential customer ahead of them. Raven looked in the direction she'd pointed, spotting the man walking ahead of them.

Already, Raven had an idea. Maybe it was a bit predictable, since he'd done something similar to pass along a key to Yuri when they'd both been in jail. Well... more accurately, when he'd been let out and when Yuri was still in. He just hoped the man didn't mind being sought out as their first potential customer. Even if he did, though, there wasn't any real way to go back now that he had the idea.

Raven took one of the flowers and tucked it away in his large coat. Then he offered a small smile to Aerith as if to say she should watch him.

He started to walk ahead, acting like he was just going about his day. The old man purposefully maneuvered so he was likely to cross paths with the other man in question. When it looked like there would be no way the other man could miss him...

"Whoops-" Raven did his best to make the trip look authentic, landing on his knees. The perfect setup, he thought. If the man in question saw it as Raven legitimately tripping and potentially needing help getting up, then he could try to make a sale. If not? Well, there were plenty of others out there.

"Wow!" Aerith clasped her hands together, beaming. "I'm so happy that you've recovered so well~ I knew there was more to you than meets the eye~" Whether it be internal strength the sort to power through any challenge, or a facade. Either way, it took incredible skill.

"You'd think it would be easy to sell these flowers." Aerith clasped her hands behind her back, allowing Raven to pull the cart and follow in the wake of her gentle steps. She would see how skillful he was rolling the thing down the church's crumbling steps~

"--- but it's really not. I think maybe people don't want to spend their hard-earned gil on something that may wither and die before long. Even if it does add a spot of color to the place." There were some who could appreciate the subtle beauty that such a thing added. There were some that could not look past the negativity to understand the pleasure such things could bring.

"I see." Aerith didn't appear entirely convinced that a world who could manipulate the heart was an entirely good one, in spite of the fact that they didn't take it so far. Someone like her, something so deeply intertwined with the Planet, how could she be okay with such things? But neither was she in a position to judge it.

"You know.... SOLDIERS, they... aren't usually like Zack at all. Actually, I was scared of them." Life presented all sorts of opportunities where people had to instinctively decide how best to preserve their own life.

Fire was hot.

Water was the source of life, and yet presented its own dangers.

And people---

People had a wide range of attributes, some dangerous, others not. Just like the more natural features of their world, they all had things to look out for.

"Oh!!" She pointed. "A customer!" In reality, it seemed to be a gentleman just going about his daily stroll.

[arminsumi]

. . . 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭

Geto Suguru

Regret has haunted Suguru ever since he parted ways with you; he's pining, lost, going mad. It kills him that he's made an enemy out of someone he loved.

► "I know that I ended it... but why didn't you stop me?"

+ Warnings/content: angst, pining, friends to enemies to lovers

Suguru's deepest regret is that he didn't kiss you before he parted ways. It eats him up more and more every day, like a parasite in his chest, chewing slowly on his muscles down to his bones.

Why didn't I kiss you?

He asks himself this so often — too often, god, he can't catch a break from his own mind, can't stop this regret from gnawing on his ribcage.

But isn't he his own obstacle? He chooses not to get over you. Yes, he actively chooses to not move on. Day after day, Suguru chooses to vividly remember the day he said goodbye to you — it's become his favorite film, he's memorized all the expressions, words, tones and romanticized it to no end.

We were perfectly tragic.

Late spring, flowers on the floor, black night, his tears, his shivering lashes, that quivering voice. Looking into his eyes, you saw that he wasn't prepared to let go.

He was holding onto you. Claws in your flesh.

Maybe that's why he chose to say farewell behind the 7-eleven; it was the place where you and him first met. The story was that both your Jujutsu schools had coincidentally assigned you two to exorcise the same curse; you were confused by Suguru's technique and wrongly went for him, like he was the bad guy — isn't it all so ironic now? You remember how he panted with a smile, like he got a kick out of fighting you, how he explained to you that it was a misunderstanding and that he was on your side. He remembers receiving a hateful look from you; it made his heart tick, leading him to wonder to himself what's wrong with me? I always love women who hate me.

Because of how you met, you and Suguru being 'enemies' was a running joke that carried on through your late teenage years.

Springs passed. Things changed — no, things got worse. Suguru was drowning and no one could see it, not even you, the girl who knew him like the back of her hand.

Suddenly, all those years spent living side by side each other in blissful, oblivious youth converged into a moment of goodbye.

There went by the scent of those falling flowers. Suguru's nerves were at full attention, sharp and prickly all over his skin. Goosebumps. He was jittery, even shaking — a look that you never thought he'd wear, being as cool as he always was.

You told him, "You don't have to be someone you're not just because of me." but he didn't want to hear that. No, he needed to hear something else. He needed to be told "Suguru, no matter what path you take, I'll always love you, deep down inside."

The night breeze chilled him. He stared down at you, eyes full of hurt like you've never seen in a man's eyes before.

Stark neon light from the vending machines painting your features, he didn't miss how your lips quivered. He leaned into you slowly, but then there was a sudden stutter in his movements. Something held him back.

Suguru chickened out from kissing you — that's what it seemed like to you, anyways.

But it was deeper than that. He never opened up about it. He just left. He just went.

. . . 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭,

and he's still haunted by memories of that night, heart rotting with regret. He can hardly sleep, can hardly eat, can hardly keep any food down — how could he stomach food when he can't even stomach his own choices?

Suguru visits the place where you and him first met.

He trudges through snow in winter, kicks leaves off his path in autumn — leans against the wall where the both of you once stood and just stares at the floor, allowing himself to hurt all over.

But no season makes him hurt quite like spring, when the scent of blooming flowers is so potent and strong that he chokes up.

What would you do if you saw him again?

He's thought so deeply about what he'd say to you that it's become a script; he knows the words by heart.

Why didn't you stop me?

Did you have feelings for me?

Do you hate me?

Please let me kiss you. Just once.

No, he's scratched the last one off his script.

He sighs to himself all the time — all the time. How did he make an enemy out of the one he loved?

A question that plagues his brooding mind is do you still love me even after what I did? He wonders if it's even possible. Sometimes he just settles on the assumption that you and Satoru hold a deep hatred against him.

. . . 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

your face appears around the corner; he can't mistake it.

Meeting you again after years have passed, though as enemies, makes him feel stilled, like all the chaos stops momentarily.

He doesn't know what to say, or how to act, so he just stays silent and motionless in front of you.

You speak and feelings start to rip him apart. "Suguru, where have you been?"

It's awkward. It's melancholic. The tension between you and Suguru is not just because of the gruesome truth of what violence he committed, nor the betrayal; no, it's more than all that.

He's utterly speechless, holding an unbreaking eye contact with you. Gazing into your eyes after so many years of staring into fuzzy photographs makes him feel giddy like a little kid, despite the severe expression you have.

You talk slowly and carefully to him, almost warily, and it breaks his heart little by little.

"I know we're not allies, but I'm still the same Suguru that you used to spend nights talking to." he quietly reminds you, hurt evident in his voice.

He gazes deeper into your eyes, deeper and deeper until he's dizzy. You hardly know how to respond.

"Suguru," you whisper back, tearing up, "Why did you do it?"

He doesn't respond, completely ignoring this.

"... I still think of you."

"... hey, answer me."

As he comes two steps closer, you back two steps away.

"... and I left so many things unsaid."

"... Suguru, I know, but — "

"... and I should have kissed you before I left." he blurted out.

Shocked, you take a moment to register what he just said.

"Why didn't you?"

"I just didn't want to taint you." he breaths, "I'm too fucked up and you're too sweet for me."

He brings his face closer to you, casting a shadow over your whole body, backing you into the wall. The setting sun peeks out from behind him, the breeze slows.

Suguru looks at you like an adoring, sad puppy. His face is full of all his regret and lust and longing and desperation. You've never seen this look in his eyes before — he's kept everything to himself ever since you met him.

Looking intently at your lips and wetting his own, he begs you softly, "Please, let me kiss you."

You shake your head very slowly, feeling so conflicted.

"Just once? Please, I need it so badly." he admits desperately, and then says your name in the softest tone you've ever heard a man speak in; your name, every letter so special to him, each syllable quivering in the air between your faces.

He's so close you can see every detail in his face; the harrowed eyebags, the sorrow in the wrinkles of his eyes, and flashes of memories in his pupils. Even more than all that, you can see the downturn of his parted mouth.

"I want to," you admit, swallowing sharply, "But I can't."

Lashes fluttering so sorrowfully, Suguru pulls back a little.

It's the same place, the same season, and the same pitiful situation.

There's a small silence in which you feel a madly desperate feeling emanating from Suguru, and then he crashes his lips onto yours so hard that you whimper.

Breathing hard, heart thumping up against his chest, Suguru holds you in place while he presses his wettened lips against you, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

You quickly surrender to him, and when you reciprocate his kiss — he whimpers. It's so subtle and quiet, but you feel it on your lips and tongue.

Kissing until you both run out of breath, Suguru finally pulls away — plucking little kisses from your lips as he does, like he just can't stop yet.

"I'm so sorry," he apologizes heavily, still keeping close to your face, not ready to let go. "I need you."

You look up into his eyes and he feels shivers going down his back.

"... I won't tell Satoru." you breathe.

His breath catches, and he doesn't hesitate to go in for the next kiss — and the next and the next and the next until you're letting him mark your neck with a harsh hickey.

Of course, you can't spend all day there, you realize after fifteen minutes of making out with your 'enemy'.

"I've got to report back." you tell him, "He's going to get suspicious if I'm out too long."

"Okay," Suguru pulls away, licking his lips and rubbing them together like he's just enjoyed a feast. "Can I see you again?"

"I don't know..." you mutter unsurely, "If Satoru finds out, he's going to — "

"So what?" Suguru feathers, "I don't care what he does, I don't care if I ruin your reputation — I need you in my arms tomorrow."

Your expression spoke volumes.

"Okay, I'll be here tomorrow night." you murmur.

Suguru's guilt hardly affects him as he goes home; your kisses meant everything to him. Your reciprocation and lamb-like weakness in his arms filled him with ecstasy.

He doesn't care that you were his 'enemy' — maybe the taboo makes it feel even better. It's wrong. It's not allowed. And he wants it so bad, he stands with eager anticipation behind the 7-eleven every night, waiting for you.

This place where you two first met, now five years later, has become a spot where you and him make out like teenagers.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

[sleepn0tfound]

A Bat in Fairy's Clothing

[Winx x Batsis!reader (who is also Bloom's biological twin)]

Flora was admiring Linphea College with her sister by her side before her sister pointed out something, "Flora! Look! Isn't that Cloud Tower?"

In an instant Flora's smile dropped, "Yes. Yes it is... And it's flying? Something's not right... C'mon we've got to tell everyone else!"

Thoren and Sky were in the middle of a friendly spar before they heard a voice, "Everyone stop! Something is terribly wrong!"

The pair of sisters came to a stop as they pointed up, "Look! Up in the sky!"

"The witches... They managed to make Cloud Tower fly?"

"Griffin wouldn't do that..." Y/n muttered as she looked up.

Suddenly the trees started to come alive.

It wasn’t long before the Winx transformed.

"Sky! We'll fly up to Cloud Tower. That's got to be the source of all this craziness." Bloom pointed towards the floating tower in the sky, "I just know it."

"Goodluck. We'll take care of the treants down here." He gave a small encouragement before flying off on his bike.

"C'mon Winx! We have to get to the bottom of this!" The girls started to fly towards Cloud Tower.

"I feel a powerful negative energy in here..." Bloom said as the group proceeded deeper into Cloud Tower.

As if on cue a group of witches attacked them, the girls dodged their attacks before flying off to the main auditorium.

"The Trix. Why am I not surprised?" Bloom had her hands on her hips as she stared down at the witches.

Y/n's eyes flickered as she saw a figure ducking behind the Trix who were having their long monologue, as if wanting to hide from the Winx's view, or someone in the Winx.

She let out a sigh as she was forced to move her eyes to the witches from before that have now appeared before the WInx.

The fight started, though not long after Y/n caught sight of the green haired girl holding a book up and creating a magic barrier around herself.

"The source of negative energy is inside that magic bubble!" Bloom pointed out.

"Let's destroy it."

The Winx flew down as they got into their positions, surrounding the magic barrier.

"Sirenix Convergence!" The girls all said as they aimed at the magic bubble where the source of negative energy was. Though it was as if the barrier had absorbed their powers, causing it to backfire and teleport the girls out of Cloud Tower and into the sky.

The girls were passed out, clearly not in their fairy form anymore. "Winx..." Bloom desperately tried to reach for them, being the only one still in her fairy form but she was slowly falling as well.

"Specialists! The Winx are in danger, let's go!" Sky yelled as the guys all flew to their respective girls, catching them while they were falling mid air.

"Where's Y/n!" Calix yelled as he searched for his counterpart.

"She was still... with us at Cloud To-wer.." Was all Bloom could say before she passed out likt the rest of the girls.

"Dammit! Thoren! It's time to retreat!" Sky shouted towards his cousin.

The man refused to give up, "Are you kidding me? Not yet!"

"The girls have lost their powers and Y/n is missing! The witches are too strong!" Sky seemed desperate at this point.

"Dragon's Wrath: Xiuhcoatl!" A purple dragon, wielding two swords appeared, seemingly surrounding the girl who was supposed to be missing, shot out and burned the sentient trees in an instant.

There was no explanation from her, no words, she just materialised out of nowhere and cleared the monsters. The specialists were all more than shocked. The girl in front of them who just casted that spell… She was the younger twin sister of Bloom, they knew for a fact she was supposed to be weaker than Bloom and yet...

"What are you all waiting for. Run before more can spawn." She was oddly calm in this situation, too calm.

As Thoren and the other specialist flew back towards the group, Y/n eye's shifted towards Flora's little sister and her friends. "It would be wise for you all to follow us."

"You go! I must protect my friends here... And I know you and my sister will find a way to help us. I have faith in you all!"

Y/n paused, seemingly thinking about her next actions before simply sighing and shaking her head, "Flora would have respected your decision. I guess I shall too."

Calix had saw the Trix appear just a moment before and they were aiming at his partner, "Y/n! Behind you—“

But it seemed like his warning was unnecessary as without even looking behind her the girl had effortlessly shot out a fireball that easily countered the witches' attacks.

"Ah. I really was right, no surprises there." The usual kind and shy girl now had a sneer on her face.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

As her friends disappeared after the Lengendarium caused their spell to backfire, she was left alone in Cloud Tower. "Hah... You were never any good, were you Selina?"

"How do you--"

"Know who you are? I have my ways, sweetheart. That book you're holding. The Legendarium. It's supposed to be in the Alexendria Library, no?" She let out a breath, a smirk forming on her lips as she saw the shocked expression on Selina's face, "No matter. I don't have to win here... We both just have to lose."

At the last second where the Legendarium was about to teleport her away, in that split second there was a window, long enough for her to cast a spell,

"Behold the dragon's flame!"

A small purple snake-like dragon emerged, travelling at a fast speed, enough to burn the book slightly. "That should stop you for a while." Her eyes glanced up at three witches who were already fuming yet confused, "I think I'll be seeing you three soon won't I?" Were the last words she spoke before she got teleported away.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

Y/n nodded her head towards the group of specialists on their flying bikes. "Go first. I'll be right behind you."

"Y/n—"

"Go."

The authority in her voice sent a shiver down all of the specialists' spines as they took one look back before flying off.

With them gone Y/n finally focused fully on the witches infront of her, "Awh.. You all looked surprised. How amusing." It was as if a switch flipped in her usual shy personality. She was sarcastic, cold, uncaring even.

"Hey what's up with her? This is kind of unnerving..."

"Not a fan of this me, are you Stormy? You wound me.” Her voice had an undertone of mockery.

Icy seemed confused but undeterred nonetheless, "Nevermind her odd behaviour! What matters is we get rid of her! Icy storm!"

"Illusionary sphere!"

"Rainy tornado!"

Their spells mixed into the tornado that seemed to change the weather.

The girl simply flicked her wrist, a purple fire dragon wrapping around the tornado of spells, basically setting it on flames and evaporating it. "It'll take a lot more than those spells to keep me down. Though I admire the effort. It’s my turn now.”

Y/n closed her eyes and whispered, "Flame's encapture."

A firey ball surrounded each of the witches, their hand getting burnt if they try to escape from the purple flames.

"That should keep you entertained for now. You may have conquered Linphea college, but I assure you that your reign won't last long."

Her eyes opened once more, this time revealing the pupil of her eye's were slits, it was as if the witches were looking directly into the eyes of a dragon.

With that, the fire fairy left, only leaving behind three unnerved witches in her wake.

As she caught up to the flying bikes, she slowed down her pace to match theirs. She didn't speak a word, only silently flying beside her partner's bike.

"Do you need a break? You can hop on my bike if you want." She had to give credit to him for trying to lighten the mood.

"It's fine, darling. I need to stretch my wings anyways."

"Are they not already stretched from whatever you did just now?" That cause all pairs of open eyes to glare at Riven.

"Okay chill... I was just joking."

"Okay but what was that actually?" Brandon asked as he steadied Stella's unconscious body on his bike.

"My powers."

Silence ensued. It's not like she was giving them anything to work with.

The flight back to Alfea was... awkward to say the least. As they landed they say Daphne and Ms Faragonda standing there, the former with a more concerned look and the latter with a stern one.

Y/n easily landed on her own, as if she hadn't been fighting the entire day.

"We heard the Trix are back." Ms Faragonda said as she approached the group.

"They are. They conquered Linphea college. It seems their dark magic has grown stronger. Not only that but it seems that the Winx, besides Bloom, has lost their magic." The only conscious fairy of the original group told Ms Faragonda the events.

Calix placed a hand on her shoulder, "It was as if they got teleported into the air and they instantly lost their fairy form."

"Back at the Cloud Tower they tried to use their powers to destroy a magical bubble. It backfired and caused the Winx to be teleported out of the tower." The girl sighed as she recalled the memory, "Before I was teleported out I managed to burn the Legendarium slightly with my powers so that should've either weakened its powers slightly or cause it to be unable to use for a short while."

"But why didn't Bloom or you lose your magic and the rest did?" Sky asked.

"And what kind of magic could be so strong that it can strip a fairy's magic from them?" Daphne pondered at the side.

"My guess is that it's because Bloom's and my magic come from the dragon flame. It's said to be the most ancient magic to ever exist and the creator of all things. A simple thing like the Legendarium wouldn't be able to extinguish that flame."

"And how do you know what the Legendarium is, young lady?" Ms Faragonda, who had been relatively quiet, finally spoke up, her eyes narrowed.

Y/n paused for a short while before letting out a quiet chuckle, "Ah... And I've lasted so long too. Well I guess I couldn't hide it forever."

"Hide what, Y/n?" Daphne asked her youngest sister.

"...Let's bring the girls back to rest in their rooms and move this conversation to Ms faragonda's office." Y/n said as she turned her back towards the group.

"Wait! Don't we deserve to know too." Riven tapped his foot against the ground impatiently.

"I don't think you deserve anything, Riven." It seemed everyone was still shocked by her quick personality change.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

"...I don't understand why they have to be here." Y/n stared pointedly at the group of guys who all looked out of place in Ms Faragonda's office.

“I believe you owe all of us an explanation, young lady.”

Y/n sighed before starting to speak, “I read books. That’s how I know about the Legenedairum. The library in Alfea is very extensive, surely you don’t think that none of those books contain any mention of the Legendarium.”

They all seemed unimpressed.

“None of you can even play along? Really? Okay fine. I may have been concealing my true strength and aura. So what?”

“What!” The room seemed to echo with a different symphony of voices.

The girl simply sighed again as she snapped, in an instant the room felt heavier, hotter even. “This is how my aura is normally. I simply made it much weaker on purpose.” She said before snapping once more, relinquishing the heavy atmosphere.

“But why?”

“Have you seen the things Bloom gets into. Valtor, Darklar, The Trix, they all always aim Bloom. Why? Because they think she’s the stronger of the twins. Because they thought Bloom was more useful, that her dragon flame was more powerful.”

The room went silent before Sky broke it. Loudly.

“So what! You pretended to be weaker just so you won’t get in trouble!?”

“Well yeah. Good job on listening.” The girl said sarcastically.

“And– And you just left Bloom to take all of the dangers? You purposefully put in her in harm’s way– How could you be so selfish!”

“Can you blame me for not wanting to be in danger 24/7?”

“So you just pushed it all to Bloom—” Brandon had to hold Sky back to the best of his abilities.

Timmy and Helia had to hold Calix back from lunging towards Sky for yelling at his partner.

She shook her head at the mess, “And this is why they shouldn’t have even been here in the first place. Whatever.” The girl continued on with her story, “You know how Bloom and I were separated from birth. We have two different adoptive families basically. My family is… a bit of an odd one, yeah? Let’s just say they have connections to… Aliens and other species.”

“But isn’t your adoptive family—“

“Just humans? Yeah. It’s a long story that I would rather not get into.” She traced her hand on the desk as she continued, “You know how Bloom got her Enchantix despite not meeting the usual requirement? She got it out of sheer force after finding Buddy, her inner dragon, but at that point of time her Enchantix wasn't complete.”

“I got my Enchantix the same way. Similar to how Bloom went to the island of Pyros to train and get her Enchantix I went to the island of Themyscira to train. There I didn’t just find my inner dragon… I found the Pyro Dragon Sovereign and I befriended him. So even though my Enchantix was incomplete til I saved Bloom it was still more powerful than a fully completed Enchantix."

“Wait but that means…” Daphne muttered.

“What? What does that mean?” It seemed like Sky was still irritated.

“That I am the child of prophecy.” Y/n finished Daphne’s sentence for her.

“The child of prophecy? What’s that?”

“There was a prophecy in Domino that states that the child of Prophecy will gain the trust of the Pyro Dragon Sovereign and save Domino from it’s doom. Since Bloom saved Domino, or so I thought, I always thought that she would come across the Pyro Sovereign sooner or later but to think that…” Daphne trailed off.

“It’s me. I know. Shocker.” Her voice was laced with thick sarcasm.

“Also, Bloom’s flame got significantly weakened from the shadow Darklar had once put on her flame, creating Dark Bloom. Remember that? That’s also another reason why I am stronger than her, I didn’t have that shadow put on my flame.”

“So… You’ve been stronger than Bloom the entire time and you just… hide it?”

“Yes. And I prefer if it stays that way.” Y/n's tone was flat, emotionless.

“What! So you just want to keep the girls in the dark?” Sky exclaimed.

Brandon placed a hand on Sky's shoulder, ready to pull him back if he gets aggressive again, “I’m with Sky on this one, isn’t it kind of odd to keep this from the girls.”

“Calm down. Either way, I can always get Bloom out of trouble if she ever really needs it. Which I doubt she will.” The girl looked like she was done with this conversation.

“So you’re treating your sister like she’s bait–” Brandon's hand went from Sky's shoulder to his arm at his nth outburst.

"Now I know you're angry, Sky but let's not jump to conclusions."

Suddenly all eyes were on the elder woman who has yet to say anything so far until now.

“At this point of time I don’t think there’s any benefits in telling the girls about Y/n’s true strength. While I think it’s wrong to hide it from them, revealing it could do more harm than good.”

“So we’re just going to keep this a secret from them forever?” Sky didn't seem happy with the headmistress' words.

“How do i tell mom and dad…” Daphne was at the side, having her own problems with what was newly revealed.

“You don’t.” Y/n simply stated though the attention was quickly pulled back to the headmistress.

“Now this is not a permanent solution. After all we can only keep this a secret for so long. My suggestion is that we slowly lower the news onto them. Soften the blow, per se. If we drop this on them all at once… I’m afraid Bloom’s self-esteem might take a big hit.” Faragonda

Silence takes over the room at her words.

“I.. I guess that works.” Sky finally backed down.

“It’s not like I could hide it forever anyways.” Y/n shrugged as she leaned her body weight on Calix who was right beside her.

“Another thing we need to figure out is how can the rest of the girls get their power back. Y/n, you should be able to give the Winx a part of your dragon flame so they can regain their power, right?” The headmistress addressed our main character.

“As much as I would like to say yes, my dragon’s flame is too strong for anyone, even Bloom, to handle. Due to my connection with the Pyro Sovereign, my dragon flame has significantly increased in strength and if i try to give it to anyone they would burn from the inside out after absorbing it.”

“But that means…”

“Bloom has to give them hers.” She said in a monotone voice.

“But didn’t you say Bloom’s flame is already weak?”

“Yes. But giving the Winx a part of her flame won’t cause any harm to her, it might weaken her a bit more but that’s the only solution.” Y/n shook her head at the last part of her sentence.

The group contemplated in silence.

“I see. Then there is no other choice. Once the girls awaken I shall tell them to do so. And everyone in this room will keep quiet about Y/n’s powers for the time being, til the moment is right.” It seems like the elder had the last say as no one objected.

Sky clenched his fists but there was nothing he could do.

As promised here it is. I have started on Death of a Star Chap 1 and a white boy carl x batsis!reader, blame it on the tiktok edits not me. No promises on when they'll come out tho😋😋

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[kurokawaia]

❛ WIFEY ❜

Himejima Gyomei X Fem!Wife!Reader

WC; 1k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: reader is a stay at home wife, suggestive near the end, i didn't rlly feel like adding any smut sorry :(

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) So I was wondering if you could make a fluffy fic (maybe with a bit of smut if your comfortable with it) with gyomei and wife! Reader on their day to day life when he's not on missions with her cooking for him and doing other wifey duties (and genya on the side so they could be a cute lil family😓😢) - @esrieddai

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Gyomei might be out on an assignment, yet you can't exactly feel the emptiness, and you are sure not going to let the silence get the better of you. You wake up pretty early, all set to make sure things roll smooth when he is away from home. Scrambling from the bed into the kitchen, the sun streams in from the morning, through the shoji screens, spilling soft light along the room.

You prepared breakfast, humming some tune to yourself as usual. When you arranged everything on the table, the kitchen door creaked open, in came Genya, who looked more gloomy than ever—something that worried you a bit. "Good morning, Genya." you welcome him with a smile, hoping he would liven up.

"Good morning," he manages the smallest of smiles in return. "I miss him already."

"I do too," you say as he sits down, gently touching his shoulder. "But we'll keep busy, and he'll be back before we know it." The two of you sit down to eat, having a quiet meal. After breakfast is done, Genya goes outside to train, saying that for Gyomei, she has to train herself harder. You clean up the kitchen, then attend to your daily tasks.

First, water the plants and weed the garden. Some colors are bright, some scents fresh, and it is a view so pretty to take away one's attention from what's going on that irks. You find yourself lost in the labor, with thoughts of Gyomei as you garden, feeling proud that he would have been, seeing everything bloom.

Now that the garden is done, move on to the inside to do some cleaning. Kneeling out of dust in the shelves and down, sweeping the floors to get at everything in its place, you were near Gyomei. Keeping everything clean kept you near Gyomei, even though he might be very far.

You spend the afternoon baking some sweets. You knew it—he loves your home sweets, so you hope that it will put a smile on his face. It's somewhat heartbreaking that Sanemi is rude towards Genya, so for the time being, while Gyomei trains Genya, you hoped that his being nearer to the two of you would give him the sense of a family.

The aroma of fresh goods baking slowly started to fill the kitchen, and you found joy in that simple action of baking, knowing Gyomei loves to eat them, and so does Genya, although he doesn't show it.

You call Genya into the house. He comes up to the kitchen all sweaty and worn out from his training, but there is a knowing, curious look in his eyes, and you can tell from the expression on his face that he can smell that you baked.

"You haven't offered any to me, yet." you say with a plateful of warm cookies as you hand him one.

"Thanks," he says, taking one and biting into it. "These are good."

"You like them?" you say as you converge and sit. "How is your training going?" "It's rough, but I'm getting stronger," he says. I want to fight Gyomei one day." "You will," you say, your voice full of conviction. "I have no doubt."

Evening begins to fall and you kick into preparing dinner. Again, the house fills with the reassuring smell of more home-cooked food. Genya helps you to lay the table and you both sit down for dinner.

No sooner do you start dishing up the food than you hear the familiar slide of the front door opening. Your heart misses a bit of a beat, and you steal a look to Genya, who already bolted from his chair.

You follow him quickly through the house to the front entrance. Gyomei stands there, waiting for them with a soft smile, filled with happiness to be back with his wife and future tsugoku.

"Gyomei!" you exclaim, feeling relieved.

You run to him, flinging your arms about his waist. He gives a soft, muffled chuckle and clasps you in warm arms. You dig your face into his chest, sucking up the familiar smell and feeling the gentle beat of his heart.

"I missed you so much," you whisper against his chest.

"And I missed you," he responds in that deep, soothing voice of his.

Genya strides up, grinning from ear to ear. "Welcome back, Gyomei.

"It's good to be back," Gyomei says, reaching down to ruffle your head with affection.

You pull back out of his reach reluctantly, though it doesn't quite dispel the insistent happiness in your heart. "Dinner's ready. Come join us."

Once the kitchen is cleaned and the home has reached a peaceful stillness once more, you and Gyomei finally find your way back to the bedroom. With your hand resting atop his, Gyomei's powerful arms enfold you, drawing you close as the two of you sit on the futon.

"It's nice to be home," he says so softly, his eyes filled with oceans of love as they gaze into your own.

"Good to be back," he murmurs, squeezing your hand.

You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat, which is nice and steady. It's good to have him back, wrapped in safe arms—the familiar strength that held you and solaced you in lovely serenity, security, and warmth.

"I'm so glad you're safe," you whisper. "I'll always come back to you," he murmurs against your forehead. He tails a gentle hand across your back, that simplest of touches making your spine tingle. He tips up your chin, and his eyes meet in yours—a dark swirl that has your heart racing; deep, burning intensity. "Don't know how much I've missed you," he murmurs quietly.

His hand strays to your waist and tugs you in closer, the flush rising to your cheeks as you feel the strength of his body pressing on you in the now nonexistent distance.

"Gyomei, I missed you so much too," you say almost inaudibly, above a whisper.

His lips touch yours and linger, starting a soft, languorous kiss that quickly turns carnal and full of need. His hands stroke reverentially over your body, and with each stroke, your thoughts fill with want. You respond fluidly, your hands kneading the unyielding muscles of his back as you savor his touch.

His lips find yours, pressing them into a soft and slow kiss, which quickly changes to a deep one, full of longing. His hands slide down.

Gyomei withdrew from the kiss, kissing down your neck as his breath burned on your skin. He said, "You are everything to me," in a want-filled deep voice.

Your body ached for more of his heat as you arched into his touch. With one hand tangled in his hair, you mumbled, "Can I…?"

"You could, dear," he replied.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[talesofourworlds]

Now, Raven didn't have faces to put to the names. So names like Luke, Spinoza, and so on didn't mean all that much to him. He could at least surmise that Luke was probably a friend. A friend that had done Anise and the others wrong, he imagined, if the way she talked about him was anything to go by. It made sense that he needed to earn that trust back. Guy and Spinoza, Raven obviously wasn't sure about. He had no context for them.

But then, Anise mentioned herself.

Raven watched her, surprised for a moment, before she abruptly turned away from him and looked like she was on the verge on breaking down. In an instant, Raven moved from his spot to join her once more. He knelt on the ground beside her, hand hovering over her shoulder to rest but uncertainty preventing him from actually following through. They didn't know each other. They were just two strangers that happened to cross paths. But oh... Raven knew. He knew how painful that sort of thing must be.

"Hey... hey, hey..." Finally, he committed. Hand rested against Anise's shoulder as sympathy filled his eyes. She had no reason to listen to a stranger, but she'd ended up offloading. Maybe it would help her. Raven could hope for that much.

Whatever had happened, Raven could tell it had been eating at Anise for a time. She was still beating herself up about it. He could only surmise that it might have been on par with what he did.

"Obviously, I ain't got context fer what the others did. I ain't gonna ask," Raven told her. "But... whatever ya did, yer pals must care about ya a lot if they were willin' ta forgive. Ya don't gotta tell ol' Raven... I can tell it still hurts a whole lot ta think about." His voice was softer now. Maybe it would help. Maybe it wouldn't.

What to do now, though? He contemplated his options. He'd already told Anise she didn't have to tell him what happened, and he stuck with that. But maybe, just maybe, it would help her if he could tell her that he related. She hadn't pressed him for information before, which had been fine, but now he felt like it would help her if she knew that he knew what it was like.

Here went nothing, he supposed.

"Y'know... people can be strange. Especially the ones yer close to. Something could happen, you could mess up real bad, and ya think to yerself 'Well, this is it. They're not gonna be forgivin' ol' Raven this time.' But then they do," he said. He looked upward, away from Anise, and let a sigh escape him. He wasn't ever sure he would understand why Yuri and the others had welcomed him back after everything. Maybe it wasn't his place to know for sure. He was blessed enough to just have their forgiveness, wasn't he? Even if it came with the caveat of his life belonging to Brave Vesperia. It wasn't such a bad deal. Could've been a lot worse.

"Lemme tell ya, ol' Raven's managed ta piss off his pals on more than one occasion. Made it real hard ta accept me hangin' around when I first joined up with 'em." He paused, putting on a joking sort of smile. He wasn't even sure if Anise would look at him, but he did it anyway.

"I know. 'Whoa, Raven how could yer friends not want'cha around? Yer so great,'" he joked. Then his expression softened again. He shook his head.

"Eventually I built up a rapport with 'em. We worked together, stayed together... I felt like they accepted me fer the most part. I felt like I belonged. But..."

"Sometimes," he said, "ya end up hurtin' the ones ya love. And I ain't exempt. I really hurt 'em. At that point, I didn't have anything left to lose. 'Cept my life. And I still can't fully forgive myself for it."

Head tilted away, not specifically trying to put distance between her and him, but simply because she would be having trouble facing anyone while this was the topic of conversation. Sure, she'd brought it on herself, but that didn't mean...

Didn't make it easier.

"I... guess."

She faltered through the acknowledgement. In the case of, as the other obvious example, Spinoza, she understood exactly why the others were willing to give him a second chance, and it wasn't because of anyone seeing some innate 'good' in the researcher: it was just that they needed his brains. Even understanding that didn't mean she agreed with it, though.

And when it came to herself...

She shook her head.

"See, when Luke came back, at first we just let him tag along because whatever, and it was only when we actually saw he'd changed that we started to trust him again. That's how it should work."

Perhaps not strictly true in all their cases, looking at Guy and Tear here; but for herself and the Colonel, and even Natalia, that had been how it had played out. That made sense to Anise; trust, once broken, had to be earned and, whatever other faults he may still have, Luke had certainly done that.

"But since then it feels like they've just been throwing out forgiveness to anyone. Just because Luke earned it, doesn't mean the same's going to be true of Spinoza, or Guy, or..."

It felt like it would tear her heart out to finish the sentence; but she'd come too far to stop now. And maybe... maybe offloading to a stranger - at least without going into any details that contained sensitive information - might help get it off her chest. Still, her voice was very small, very subdued, compared to what anyone would expect from irrepressible Anise.

"...or me."

Don't get her wrong, she was grateful for the chance to make up for what she'd done; she didn't rightly know where she'd be if everyone had refused to let her come along with them, it gave her a sense of purpose amidst the all kinds of ways she was feeling. But that didn't change the fact that it was hopelessly naive of them.

And she was wrong, saying it aloud didn't help; it just made her feel sick to her stomach all over again. What she'd done was unforgivable, why would they possibly--?

She abruptly turned her back on the guy, unwilling to let him see just how badly this was affecting her. They weren't even talking about her here, why had she brought that up? Stupid, stupid, stupid--

[axxa-the-allikatt]

This for you @germanpansexual. Thanks for the ask sweetheart 🥹. Hope you like it!

***

Imagine,

Bonten Sanzu, who’s finally settled in life, at least according to his life purpose, gaining the official title as Bonten’s, Mikey’s, Mad Dog.

Bonten Sanzu, who has lived off drugs for the past few years, and is well acquainted with the feeling of happiness that lasts in his foggy mind for a few hours until his next dose, but has long forgotten the genuine feeling.

Bonten Sanzu, who, true to his name, wrecks up every party he attends. Not that anyone minds, considering the kind of parties he attends.

Bonten Sanzu, who laid his eyes upon you for the first time, at one such party.

Bonten Sanzu, who’s attention was not converged towards you due to your tall, stunning build, but to the way you actively flirted around, looking like you were genuinely enjoying yourself, unlike majority of the people who attended these parties.

Bonten Sanzu, who was sure he’d forget about you the second he took his drugs, but even later, his hazy eyes still looked for you in the crowd, his drugged instincts not really knowing why.

Bonten Sanzu, whose mind relaxes into a hazy drift, as he finally finds you, knocking up some pretty looking boys, who looked like they believed they existed for you.

Bonten Sanzu, whose eyes follow you for minutes on end as you float around, catching eyes everywhere you go, but this unwanted attention didn’t seem to bother you.

Bonten Sanzu, who’s mind snaps clear, as he sees a woman seductively place her hands against your chest, as you chuckle and walk her towards the door, and he realises all too clearly that if he let you out of his sight now, he would almost surely not see you again.

Bonten Sanzu, who rushes out of his VIP seat, startling the Haitani brothers, who were busy preening over the several women draped over them.

Bonten Sanzu, who grabs the back of your shirt, dragging you away from the arms of that filthy woman, before crashing his lips on yours.

Bonten Sanzu, who doesn’t understand how he ended up in the current situation, his back pressed against the alleyway, legs wrapped around your torso, feeling the cool breeze flow against his almost naked body, but he doesn’t have time to think about those things, because whatever you were doing to him right now, had him feeling higher that any drug he had ever taken. Or was it just his pills talking?

Bonten Sanzu, who’s hands busied themselves by digging into your shoulders and pulling at your hair, as you’re barely three fingers in, whispering into his neck about how he’s such a good doll, so fucking pretty for you.

Bonten Sanzu, who finally manages to slip out some words, even though there were only broken prayers to gods he didn’t believe existed.

Bonten Sanzu, who never asked you your name, so he decides to scream out the closest thing he can connect you to- god -as he convulses against your body, his dripping hole clenching around you, as his cum splatters all over his chest.

Bonten Sanzu, who begs you to get inside him, to fuck him so good he doesn’t remember who his is, which, considering the state you had already put him in, really wouldn’t take long.

Bonten Sanzu, who wails out phrases of gratitude, as you thrust yourself deep into him, the hand that wasn’t holding him up playing with his hard, puffy nipples, mouth leaving blooming marks against his soft skin.

Bonten Sanzu, who cums for the second time that night, and soon after, has a dry orgasm, due the force with you release your seed deep inside him.

Bonten Sanzu, who passes out not a minute later, his drugs and your magic catching up on his clouded mind.

Bonten Sanzu, who wakes up the next morning, in a fancy hotel, and feels a pang of loss as he realises you had disappeared.

Bonten Sanzu, who doubles over, with his hands covering his bright red face,as he finds the little note you left for him, telling him that you might or might not have plans at the *** hotel tonight, then realises that he was looking forward to it. He was looking forward to getting fucked senseless by a guy. He was fucking gay.

***

(A little extra)

Sanzu is horrified that if the Haitanis ever found out about this, he would hear no end of it. But the Haitanis would rather not talk about the fact that Sanzu Harchiyo has been smiling, like actually smiling, since the morning, and that it probably meant the world was coming to an end.

***

I hope it’s not too rushed hun <3.

Part two is up, please check it out<3

[talesofourworlds]

He blinked, momentarily surprised that she didn't think it was a mood ruiner. Anyone else might have thought it was, since she hadn't asked for him to say anything about the names he'd gone through before ending up as Raven. Well... to be fair to himself, had he actually gone into the reasoning behind his other names? That would definitely have ruined the mood.

The symbolism Sunny spoke of wasn't lost on him. A soft laugh followed. If he was being honest, he kind of thought the death symbolism was weirdly fitting for him. Given the fact he was a dead man walking and all. Something to share with Sunny another time, though. She didn't need to know.

"Huh..." Starting anew and rebirth. That was equally fitting. He wasn't so sure about the intelligence part of the dwarvish symbolism, though. But if Sunny said so, maybe it was true enough.

"When ya put it that way, I can see how it'd all fit," he said. "I never knew there was other symbolism for ravens outside'a what I already knew. It's real interestin' stuff!" All the more reason he was glad to count her as a friend. He might not have learned about it otherwise.

"You're real well versed in this sorta stuff."

༶♡༶ Any name her mother had decided on was a pretty name, Sunny would fight on that!

༶♡༶ Of course Raven not being his actual name is news to her, but it wasn't something she saw as a mood ruiner. Names were names and it wasn't wrong to change them for something that you liked or after a mouse. ❝That ain't a mood ruiner!❞ she reassures, ❝My brother changed his name!❞ he's not her actual brother of course but a small tiny part of her did see him as family.

❝Raven is such a cool name anyways. I think the symbolism suits ya.❞ it takes her a second to recall the human symbolism before she waves her hands frantically, ❝Not the death symbolism. I forgot humans see black birds as evil. In elvish symbolism it means starting anew and rebirth. And dwarvish symbolism is they are heavily associated with intelligence! Your smart is what and an inspiration is what I was meaning..❞

[wearethewinx]

@rist-ix you inspired me to finally make an actual post about the other transformation designs!

As far as flow lines go, Aisha's is BY FAR the worst, but Musa also has this weird vortex situation on her bust. I think this is a 'devil in the details' issue, where it's mostly the specific proportions of the cutout, which is enhanced by the angle of her wings, but the result is your eyes getting 'stuck' near her chest. Tecna and Stella both have this weird tangent situation where their wings exactly line up with their necklines? Bizarre choice. BUT, Stella and Flora both have focal details around their heads! And their arm things lead the eye up! Bloom is by far the best though. Her hair pops well and the lines of her wings and top converge on her face, which is well supported by the color balance of her outfit. Her design leads the eye exactly where it should go

On a different note, every character has a unique color or texture in their shoes except Aisha. Flora's shoes are a different shade of pink for no reason and they have that APPALLING floral fluff on the ankle, Musa's have those random ass buckles, Tecna has TWO unique shades of purple AND a weird texture on her boots, Stella's boots look like they were designed by someone who wasn't allowed to see the rest of her outfit at all, and Bloom's have that weird frosty quality. All of these create clutter and weight in the wrong place, although Musa's is fairly inoffensive

Another color/texture issue across ALL designs is the wings. Many people have already observed that the wings are over-designed and plasticky, so I won't spend too long on that, but it REALLY fucks with the silhouettes and overall contrast. It's bad.

(please hold for a post with some redesigns)

[talesofourworlds]

"So, what, did someone do something to piss off this ocean monster?" (for Edna~)

"Yep, basically."

"It actually was pretty annoying. We could've just walked through, but nooo... Zaveid had to be a showoff and try to mess with the thing." It wasn't even technically an ocean monster, Edna knew. Just a hellion who had been in the water trial. But it was in the water trial, and also a water monster. Ergo, ocean monster.

"So then we had to go all the way back to the start of the temple," she said. "Honestly, it was the worst."

[ninibeingdelulu]

“I love you” ✧

Plot: Coming home after being away for a game, he realizes how much he love you.

The dull roar of jet engines faded into silence as Michael dragged his battered duffel through the dimly-lit entranceway - sheer exhaustion weighing down every leaden footfall after the grueling overseas exhibition match.

Only the promise of your embrace drove those rubber legs forward once clearing customs.

Simply picturing your adoring smile thawed the lingering chill embedded in his bones beneath those vibrant stadium lights burning so mercilessly hours earlier.

Because no matter how many towering accolades soccer bestowed upon him, nothing compared to the searing flame your love ignited within his once glacial core.

Pulse quickening with every shuffled stride across the familiar foyer's threshold, Michael's slate grays swept slowly in a silent panoramic - drinking in the subtle remnants of you scattered amidst their shared living quarters with a bone-deep fondness once unimaginable for such a self-obsessed prick.

There laid your threadbare sandals discarded haphazardly beside his scuffed cleats - an arresting vision abruptly grounding the blistering drive singularly fixated on fame and championships only twelve whirlwind months ago.

Until your boundless patience etched itself into his stony psyche.

Shucking off his own sneakers with a tired grunt, Michael pressed forwards through the shadowed hallway - only to be enveloped by the enticing bouquets of your favorite incense and bath oils still perfuming the stale air from earlier that morning.

Like an anchor weighing down each footfall in the richest, most indulgent sensory caress he'd been sorely deprived of over these past excruciating weeks.

Every path converged upon indelible impressions you'd steadily embedded throughout his once purely monastic existence devoid of comfort or fondness for homeliness.

Hanging jackets and the random coffee cup abandoned on that antique oak table you both adored for its simple, timeless charm.

A tangible testament to the irrevocably entwined lives you now shared despite his former staunch resistance to any potential distractions from dominating the pitch above all else.

Yet any lingering doubts or caustic voices hissing perpetual disparagement simply dissolved within the syrupy warmth diffusing through Michael's pounding chest.

Smothered beneath a sudden influx of those once unthinkable saccharine emotions stabbing deeper than any cleats raking across manicured turf.

The profound, blooming realization of exactly how far he'd tumbled down into blissful, all-consuming devotion to you slowly crystallizing. Scorching gratitude consuming any shred of self-loathing or toxicity still clinging to the vestiges of his hardened core.

Because Michael Kaiser - the uncompromising god-idol carved from supremely-arrogant granite - reveled in smothering, doe-eyed adulation for the beautifully empathetic mortal whose guiding compassion inexorably reshaped his innermost being.

Reforging those frigid edges into molten tenderness reflected within that wry smirk gracing his features while ultimately breaching the bedroom's threshold.

There you lay tangled amidst the bedding in utter tranquility, ignorant to the world blazing on without you as the vestiges of daylight shifted into inky cerulean along the horizon.

Either lulled into slumber by the late hour or simply overwhelmed by the very same hopeless longing Michael still battled sating with each fruitless deployment.

Helplessly committing your ethereal silhouette within that cozy sanctuary to memory, Michael simply basked in the sight - content to drink in every rise and fall of your serene figure until his own hammering pulse steadied into a gradually lulling cadence.

Because you were his everything now.

His true north and inspiration amidst this turbulent voyage once solely motivated by quenching an unsatiated bloodthirst for public adulation and trophies.

His beacon in life's relentless madness.

So with the reverent tenderness of a man cherishing his greatest fortune, Michael slid beneath those satiny sheets behind your slumbering form.

Enveloping your smaller contour into the protective cage of his solid embrace, burying his stubbled jawline into the nape of your throat to fully inhale your intoxicating nectar.

As your instinctive squirms melted into the solidity of his chest, Michael's lids sagged with sheer contentment.

His possessive grip never slackening even the faintest degree as those fatigue-glazed pewter irises drifted shut - sealing with a featherlight graze of searing lips across your forehead.

"I love you."

Those forbidden syllables ghosted over your cheek with a nearly imperceptible caress, viscerally shocking even himself with its earnest tenderness as the universe slowly dimmed beyond your tangled, intimate cocoon of devotion.

Yet none of the withering venom or defensiveness once characterizing that callous alpha exterior remained even an inkling.

Only boundless serenity in having you exactly where Michael privately yearned for throughout every globetrotting second spanning continents and lifespans.

Secured within that sanctum for the remainder of your days enmeshed as one blessed, completed whole.

[talesofourworlds]

"I put up with Eizen being a nerd and going on about his passions. I guess I'm kind of used to people being annoying," she said as nonchalantly as she could. She missed Eizen going on about his passions, strangely enough. That was probably just because he was her brother, though, and hadn't been himself in ages. Zaveid, though, was a connection to him. So Edna had to tolerate it to some degree. That didn't stop her from thinking he was annoying, though.

Ah... right, she had told Reiko about that before hadn't she? Her gaze drifted away again. That and the melancholy in her eyes should have been an answer in and of itself.

"It's... not going great," Edna confessed. "It's like Sorey's not even trying to come up with a way to save him. The dummy has a lot on his plate as Shepherd, but he promised. It was the whole reason I joined up with him in the first place." She hated how small she felt in confessing that much. The seraph knew she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up, but she still had done so nonetheless. All because Sorey had made a promise. It was looking like a promise he couldn't keep, though, when he kept avoiding thinking about it in favor of what he needed to do as Shepherd.

...To be fair? She probably didn't help matters.

"Dragon dreams?" That was unusual. Edna's head tilted.

"Tell me what they entail," Edna said. "I don't know if it has any connection to Eizen." She wasn't even sure dreams held any real meaning. But it was a lead, or as close to one as they could get.

"Even if they don't, I want to hear about them."

"Annoying...?" echoes Reiko. "Hmmm, you all sound like you have a lot more patience than I do for those sorts of antics. If it were me, I'm not sure if I'd have been loyal enough to stick around with your crew or if I'd just call it quits and peace out." It's fun to talk (or maybe it was gossip?) about the wind seraph she didn't personally know. Hearing the stories through Edna's perspective made it all the more entertaining. Even so, she can't help it but feel a bit unsettled at the mention of Eizen. "Hey, so..." She pauses before continuing, not intending to push it if the other wishes to drop the subject. "How's that all going? With Eizen, I mean." Reiko idly scratches at an itch on her forearm. "Not saying it's related or anything. Just thought it would be appropriate if you knew. I've been having recurring dreams about a dragon. Not like, every night. Not sure what the pattern is yet. But I've been logging when it happens. Besides, it could probably just be because we've been talking about it since I met you. If it's of any significance to you though, do what you will with it."

[ughbrie]

love & deepspace ‧₊˚✩彡

⁀➴ xavier

⁀➴ zayne

⟢ converging threads | angst, fluff & smut | ao3 — part one — part two

“And I know what that loneliness feels like.” His voice was rough, raw. “Because when I had nightmares of his life… he dreamt of mine.” A chill ran through you. “He dreamt of Linkon. Of Akso. Of—” He swallowed hard, his grip on you unyielding. “You.” The word hung between you, heavy and fragile at the same time. “Now, he’s clawing his way into my thoughts, trying to make sense of a life that isn’t his to have.” Zayne’s hands curled into the fabric of your clothes, as if anchoring himself to something tangible. “And every time I look at you—” His voice cracked, his hands shaking as he clutched you. “He’s reaching for you. And I don’t know if it’s me who wants you or if it’s him bleeding through.” (Or… after the events of Chansia City, Zayne had started to avoid you. More than a week later, in the dead of night, he's outside of your door, struggling with his sense of self—blurring between two worlds.)

⟢ across distant nights (dawnbreaker!zayne) | angst & smut | ao3

“You saw me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “At the café?” His gaze darkened, the weight of years—of searching, of longing—settling into his eyes like a storm barely held at bay. “Just for a moment,” he murmured. “A glimpse.” His thumb traced the curve of your cheek, his touch reverent, almost fragile, as if he feared you might vanish beneath his fingertips. “And that was all I needed.” His voice dipped lower, rough with something raw and unspoken. “Do you understand now?” His forehead nearly touched yours, his breath warm against your skin. “Why I can’t let you go?” (Or… in the haze of waking and dreaming, you meet a boy—Dawnbreaker. Over the years, he lingers, growing with you, reaching for you, until the lines between reality and dreams blur beyond return. And when you finally meet Zayne, the man who bears his face but not his memories, you realize the truth: Dawnbreaker is no mere dream, and he is driven by something more than longing—by the fear of being replaced.)

⁀➴ rafayel

⟢ anchored to you | fluff & smut | ao3

You rolled your eyes. “You’re being dramatic.” “Am I?” he mused, his voice lilting, coaxing—so effortlessly familiar. “You wound me, Miss Bodyguard. Here I was, trying to paint a masterpiece, thinking of you after an agonizing week apart, only to check my notifications and find you, in the dead of night no less, liking another man’s post. Truly, a betrayal of the highest order.” “Thomas is your agent.” “Doesn’t change the facts.” You sighed again, but this time, it was laced with amusement. “You know what? I’m coming over.” There was a beat of silence. Then, sharper now— “What?” (Or... at 3:30 AM, Rafayel calls about you liking Thomas’ post. You know him far too well to believe that’s all it is. So you go to him, finding him amidst half-finished paintings and restless emotions, teetering between wanting space and needing you too much.)

⟢ ravaged depths | smut | ao3

You remembered the first Ebb day—how he’d clung to you, delirious, burning up from the inside out. Lemurians didn’t just get fevers. When they went into heat, it was instinct and memory twisted into something raw and feral. He’d held onto you like you were the only tether keeping him grounded. Because you were. You always had been. So when Thomas told you he’d vanished, that chill ran up your spine. You knew what this was. He was probably hiding it. Probably painting himself into madness with those blood-soaked corals he kept sealed in glass like trophies. Maybe he was hurting again. Maybe he didn’t want you to see him like that—vulnerable, a god stripped bare.

⁀➴ sylus

⟢ eternal spring | fluff & smut | soon

synopsis soon (Or... a continuation of Sylus' limited 5 star memory: 'Valleydream Bloom'.)

⁀➴ caleb

⟢ tethered | fluff & smut | ao3

“Do you even realize,” he whispered, his voice low and uneven, “what you’re doing to me?” You barely had a chance to respond before he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with a fervor that left no room for hesitation. The kiss was deeper, more desperate than before, as if he needed it, needed you, to steady the chaos inside him. His fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place, making escape an impossibility—not that you wanted to. “You don’t get it,” he rasped, his voice breaking as his grip on you tightened. “I'll never let you go. Not again. Not ever. Not after this.” His hand moved to your jaw, tilting your face up so you couldn’t look away. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Whatever it costs.” (Or... a continuation of Caleb's limited 5 star memory: 'Painful Signal'.)

jujutsu kaisen ꩜ .ᐟ

⁀➴ soon.

harry potter ⭑.ᐟ

⁀➴ soon.

haikyuu! ᝰ.

⁀➴ soon.

avatar ☄︎₊˚⊹

⁀➴ soon.

[beansprean]

OH????

My Familiar’s Ghost part 59

Masterpost

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(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Close up of Nandor's hand, still holding the makeshift wooden sword which is now cracked in half and more of a stake than anything, laying back on the floor as vampire Guillermo's hand wrestles the stake from his grip. 1b. Wide shot from floor level at Nandor's head where he lays on the floor. Guillermo sits up, still straddling him, and raises the stake in his right hand with a snarl as he pin's Nandor's other hand with his left. An overturned table and the cracked wall is visible behind them. 1c. Close up of Nandor on the floor, staring up at Guillermo with a complicated expression; something small and hurt. Guillermo's left hand releases his grip, but Nandor makes no moves to defend himself. Text appears nearby in curly font, repeating the spell that had cursed Guillermo's vampire form: 'Should blood be supped'. 1d. Repeat. Guillermo's left hand grips onto the front of Nandor's tunic and pulls him up slightly. Nandor closes his eyes and tips his head back, resigned to his fate. The text continues, 'to end thy life'.

2. Extreme closeup of a bright blue ribbon of light racing across a black background.

3a. Shot of vampire Guillermo from behind as he raises the stake in his right hand. Nandor's right hand is creeping up Guillermo's left arm. Against a black background outside the panels, the ribbon of blue light winds around them, getting bigger and bigger as it goes. Text nearby continues, 'your body lay not still'. 3b. Repeat, getting closer. The stake is raised higher. Nandor's trembling hand reaches Guillermo's elbow. 3c. Repeat, closer again. The stake is raised higher. Nandor's hand has slid to Guillermo's upper arm and is reaching around to his back. Text nearby continues, 'a slayer wakes'. 3d. Repeat, very close now, Guillermo's upper back filling the frame as he raises the stake to its peak, poised to strike. The ribbons of light converge on the panel. Nandor's hand clutches at Guillermo's back. Text nearby continues, 'to turn the knife'.

4a. Shot in profile as the light slams into vampire Guillermo's back, flooding the panel in blue and white. Guillermo arches, head tossed back and fanged mouth wide open in a silent scream. The stake pauses mid-air, halfway down. Nandor's chin is visible in the bottom left, Guillermo's other hand fisted in the front of his tunic to pull him up. 4b. Repeat. Closeup on Guillermo as he slumps forward again, bringing Nandor closer, the light blooming and sinking in at his back, eyes gone wide and fully white. The stake in his raised right hand trembles. Goosebumps rise on his left forearm. Text nearby continues, 'and succumb'. 4c. Repeat Extreme closeup on Guillermo's mouth as he exhales a glowing blue mist, sweat dripping down his cheek. His grip on Nandor continues to tighten, now nearly nose-to nose.

5. Zoom out. Guillermo pulls Nandor closer still and smashes their mouths together, the background erupting again into a burst of white and blue light. Guillermo's eyes are clenched tightly shut, right hand still holding the stake mid-air and left lifting Nandor's torso off the ground by the front of his tunic. Nandor melts into the kiss immediately, eyes closed, right hand digging desperate fingers into Guillermo's side. Text nearby finishes, 'to slayer's will'. /end ID