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[ominous-faechild]

LORE POST:

ABDIEL (ORDER'S 'TRAINER') EXPLAINS "AURA"

TOPICS: an in-universe explanation of "aura", the "vibes" exuded by people with magic, and hints toward "alignments"

(doubles as a "Bonus Snippet", as it describes things through Abdiel explaining everything to another character... which he, as Order's 'Trainer Avatar', is extremely good at doing.)

Abdiel: [cheek pressed into his hand, elbow against the bartop, and other hand laying flat against the bar as he lays against his arms and watches Theresa]

Theresa: [trying her best to ignore him, wrapping up her cleaning of the workspace behind the bar]

Abdiel: (voice mostly empty, though there's a hint of amusement) "can we talk now?"

Room: [completely empty besides them. Minus the building's additional function as an inn, it's completely closed]

Theresa: [lets out a heavy sigh, pausing to put the back of her hand against her forehead because she has a cleaning cloth in her hand]

Theresa: (tiredly) "No. Someone could still be listening."

Abdiel: (amusedly) "Nobody can hear us."

Theresa: [half-growls, half-sighs, putting the back of hands against her hips as she turns to glare at him]

Theresa: (exasperatedly) "You don't know that."

Abdiel: [smirked slightly at her glare, sinking to completely lay against his arm and watch her from the bartop]

Theresa: [face flushes, but only narrows her eyes further on him]

Abdiel: (amusedly) "Yes, I do."

Theresa: [half-groans and half-growls, throwing her cloth down to cross her arms and flip to face him fully]

Theresa: (sharply) "And how would you know that?"

Abdiel: [hums amusedly, closing his eyes as he presses his cheek into his arm]

Abdiel: (amusement completely permeating his voice now) "You know how you guys can kinda 'sense' me? You get a bad feeling when I'm around?"

Theresa:

Theresa: [hesitates, clenching her jaw awkwardly]

Theresa: [fighting against the lump in her throat, turns to glare at the wall in the distance]

Theresa: (voice thick) "… not anymore."

Abdiel:

Abdiel: [opens his eyes to look at her from the bartop, a slight cocky—yet genuine—smile on his lips]

Abdiel: (voice softer than usual) "That's good."

Theresa: [hesitantly looks back to meet his eyes]

Abdiel: [offers a sweet smile... but it quickly turns cocky again, and he closes his eyes with a chuckle]

Abdiel: (amusedly again) "But! Most people do, regardless. It's because I'm Chaos."

Theresa: [freezes, eyes widening and hands dropping from where she'd crossed them]

Theresa: (stunned, voice almost a whisper) "What…?"

Abdiel:

Abdiel: [realizing what she thought, opens his eyes and sits up—still leaning his cheek into his hand—to meet her eyes]

Abdiel: (offers a slight, cocky grin before correcting) "I mean, I have a chaos {alignment}. I may be Order's son, but my father… he was Chaos. Or, chaos-aligned, anyhow. So, of the two, I got chaos. And people most often don't like chaos, so I make them uncomfortable."

Theresa:

Theresa: [frowns slightly, slowly crossing her arms again]

Abdiel: (before she can ask her question—not realizing she was about to—closes his eyes and adds tiredly) "I mean… you guys don't usually like any of us avatars, because you can sense our strength… we have a lot of essence, or magic, and even if you don't know that's what you're picking up on…"

Abdiel: [opens his eyes to offer her a lopsided grin]

Abdiel: (finishes) "You still pick it up. You're scared of us because you know we're powerful…"

Abdiel: [smirks slightly before adding) "And I have it worse because I'm Chaos."

Abdiel: [closing his eyes again, tiredly) "Chaos-aligned, anyhow… {everybody's} got an alignment."

Theresa:

Theresa: [swallows, glancing around awkwardly as she lowers her hands to her hips]

Theresa: (letting her voice turn more gentle, though it's still slightly sharp) "… but what does that have to do with you knowing nobody's listening?"

Abdiel: [snapping his eyes open again, offers another cocky—yet sweet—grin]

Abdiel: (amusedly) "Right."

Abdiel: [sighs, sitting up fully… only to twist on his stool and lay back against the line of stools on his side of the bar]

Abdiel: [staring at the ceiling, almost absentmindedly) "So, whenever you guys can sense me? Whenever you—or, I guess, not you, but others—get that 'bad feeling'? I can sense you guys, too. Except, I can also see more."

Abdiel: [closes his eyes, letting amusement leak into his tired voice) "My magic's kinda based around that stuff. The Existence of Things in general, rather than specialized like most. So I'm able to use that to 'see' things that I can't actually see. For example: your grandfather's in his office right now. As he almost always is, when he's not yelling at the kitchen staff."

Theresa:

Theresa: [sighs heavily, leaning back to rest her elbow against her hand and put her head in the other]

Theresa: (exasperatedly) "Does he really do that that often?"

Abdiel: [lets out a small laugh, opening his eyes and turning to peer up at her through the bar]

Abdiel: (amusedly) "Sometimes. Usually when it's busy, and he thinks they're slacking. But it really depends on his mood."

Theresa: [half-sighs, half-groans, putting her head in her hands]

Abdiel: [chuckles, closing his eyes again]

Abdiel: (amusedly as always) "Grumpy guy. Know he's done a lot for you, but I don't know how you stand him."

Theresa: [quickly pulls her head from her hands and leans over the bar to glare straight into his eyes]

Abdiel: [opens them to meet hers, a tiny smirk on his lips]

Theresa: (voice sharp) "don't you dare talk shit about my papu!"

Abdiel: [tiny smirk growing all the wider, crosses his arms tauntingly]

Abdiel: (teasingly) "you know, you're so hot when you're angry."

Theresa: [clenches her jaw, struggling not to slam her fist against the bar—]

Not me, working on various scenes between Abdiel and Theresa, and realizing this would be perfect to share with y'all as a lore dump, haha.

Plus, Abdiel's great in general (and a self-described asshole lmao) and I love any excuse to talk about him.

On that note... what do you guys think? 👀

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[nyehilismwriting]

Project Hadea: Bonus Hub

Since it's been more than a year since I had an active Patreon, and I think the statute of limitations there has probably expired, I'm making the bonus content from there publicly available. This hub contains 20+ bonus snippets, both sfw and nsfw, written over 2022-2023. As always, this content is 18+ only, and may contain spoilers (or the suggestion of spoilers) for the main game :-) enjoy!

[jakeperalta]

I am deeply obsessed with the manuscript as the closing track of the anthology. returning to that first big life altering heartbreak, the one that inspired some of the most acclaimed and beloved work of her career, but it's a distant past now and it's almost as though it happened to someone else. and then, in the wake of all the intense loss and turbulence that the past two hours have documented, she knows what the agony was for. because just like all that now remains of that past relationship is the art that came out of it — including all too well, a song that was changed for her over the years into something beautiful and joyful — one day all that will remain of this period will be this manuscript, this album and all its feelings that eventually won't even be hers anymore but will belong to her past self and to its future listeners.

[prim-moth]

Prettiest ruler in all Arsur😌💖 ft chapt 12 + the bonus snippet that has me yelling 👀

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Silvio really became the "do you need a dog? I can bark" meme ... we've come full circle now 🤭

[henrykudhirai]

tenth doctor pt 2 [pt 1 here]

taylor swift ft the civil wars (safe & sound), husborth, queen ('39), melissa border (problem area), langston hughes (I loved my friend), daphne du maurier (rebecca), michael kinnucan (the gods show up), dylan thomas (do not go gentle into that good night)

[dottowos]

Ahem. Letting this thingy i wrote all the way back in *checks docs* Novemeber 2023 see the light of day, might as well share the thoughts. Been craving him for unhealthy amounts of time atp 😭

[thepenultimateword]

Second Secret Santa

There were some extenuating circumstances with one of the secret Santas, so I got this lovely bonus prompt. This is for @lili-loves-whump. I'm so so sorry, it's late. I've been traveling so I've just been writing when I can. I hope you like it!

"Hero x Villain comfort after villain has been hurt or panicked or smth."

Villain could barely breathe. Every time they inhaled, they choked, phantom fingers digging hard into their larynx. No matter how much they rubbed away Supervillain's touch, the murderous pressure lingered.

"Hiding in our hole today, are we?"

Villain gave a little leap, whipping around so fast they knocked their shoulder against the wall. They gasped, clutching it as they squinted at the familiar face in the doorway.

Hero.

How did they manage to make ever word out of their mouth condescending? Did they practice? Drawl sarcasms into the mirror until they hurt their own feelings?

Villain curled tighter against the wall. "Just get out."

"What's up with your voice?"

Great. They'd hoped the squeak wasn’t too noticeable, but apparently there was no hiding it.

"Just a little under the weather," Villain muttered. "So you can go. There's nothing going on today. No plans, no fight. You wasted the trip."

Hero crossed the room in three strides, the back of their large hand smoothly transferring from their side to Villain's forehead.

Villain fell back on their hands. "W-what are you doing?"

"No fever," Hero said. But you are a little flush--" They froze, hard eyes sliding from Villain's face to their throat. "What. Is. That?"

Villain quickly crossed their arms over the bare skin, but Hero snatched their hands away, wrapping a supernaturally strong arm around them to pin both limbs at their sides. Ironically, even while gruff they were more careful than Supervillain. Their hold was firm, but it didn't hurt.

Hero's free hand ghosted the bruises marring Villain's throat. Villain flinched violently, and Hero's hand moved back a couple inches.

"Finger marks," Hero said matter-of-factly. Villain hadn't had a chance to look at the bruises yet--they'd only had time to run and hide--but it must have been obvious. "Who did this?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because I'm asking," Hero said, furrowing their brow.

"Ah, and you're a hero? Again, why does it matter? Why do you care?" Their voice rose a little with each word and their throat ached even more.

Hero clenched their jaw. Slowly their arm slid off Villain's waist, and they stepped back. Strangely enough the strength wrapped around them had been almost...in some strange way...comforting. At least, it had lowered their heartbeat a little. They were a little reluctant for the pressure to let up so soon.

"Believe it or not," Hero said. "I'd rather have you behind bars than find you dead in an alley."

"Believe it or not," Villain echoed. "I couldn't care less for your preferences. And I can take care of myself."

"You have handprints on your neck. Obviously you can't."

"It was a disagreement. That's all."

Hero narrowed their eyes. "Anithero...Other Hero...Thief...Supervillain?"

Villain flinched.

"Ah ha!" Hero whipped toward the door, pushing their fluttering cape back over their shoulder.

"No!" Villain's voice grated painfully.

Hero swept out the door, climbing out the window and onto the fire escape.

"Hero, no!" Villain caught the end of Hero's cape just before they leaped over the edge.

Hero turned on them, that stupid arrogant face staring down at them with that usual condescending look. Like they couldn't believe Villain was even wasting their time with an argument.

"Don't. If Supervillain thought I told you... If they thought I was consorting with heroes at all..."

Villain couldn't breathe. They gasped in a couple useless breaths, but their lungs still burned and their vision swayer.

Hero clapped a hand on Villain's shoulders, bending close so their concrete gaze loomed right overhead, cementing them to the spot.

"I don't plan on leaving them alive."

The air rushed in all at once.

Hero unfolded Villain's fingers from their cape and stepped up onto the fire escape railing.

"Why?" Villain said, blinking after them. "We're enemies. Not even the flirty kind. Just plain old beat each other up and hate each other enemies."

"Maybe you just haven't caught on," Hero said.

Villain flushed, and Hero grinned smugly. Though after a moment their expression dropped into something more serious. "I don't know. Even if we're not on good terms...feels wrong to let it happen." They looked away quickly. Almost as if, for once, they were afraid of what Villain might read in their eyes. "I'll be back once its over."

With that Hero took off into the air, disappearing into the glare of the sun.

True to their word, they returned two hours later, splattered in blood and swinging a plastic grocery sack full of vanilla ice cream, cold packs, and ginger tea in their fist.

Their relationship was quite a bit different after that.

[taylorswiftfostersitagain]

i need an entire naturals book from sloane’s perspective tbh

[white-weasel]

Missed opportunity for the people at Twisted Pictures to release Bobby Dagen’s promotional DVD as bonus content similar to Full Disclosure Report or the Scott Tibbs Documentary

[burning-academia-if]

[11-17-20XX]

The last thing Lars realized, during the summer before his sophomore year, was that his uncle was serious. Clearly, Uncle Harvey had no idea how the hell to be a parent. He forgot about dinner and coming home at night, or he'd show up at school, still half asleep, after the few fights Lars had gotten in to, shrugging his shoulders like he couldn't be damned despite the other fuming parent.

Yet, he could read Lars like a book. Everything he refused to say, Harvey just knew. After his first official high school fight, he'd handed Lars an axe and told him to go chop some wood to get the energy out. Lars had looked at him like he'd lost his mind yet ended up going at it until his fingers were raw. When Lars had felt the hint of a cold, the cabinets were suddenly stocked with medicine. When the unquiet of the dead reached for him, his uncle would drag him away, telling him looking only gave them power.

[hidey-writes]

six sentence sunday

Under Gu Yiran’s hands, the chicken van bumps along the uneven road like a living thing, and he tightens his grip against it. Beside him in the passenger seat, Zheng Bei stares out the side window in silence. Gu Yiran had made Zhao Xiaoguang show him the map, during one of the endless waiting afternoons in the hospital when Zheng Bei wasn’t there. He’d reached out to trace the circled spots, all three, the sleeve of his hospital shirt catching against the edge of the paper as Zhao Xiaoguang said, Ge wanted us to check all of them, even though he was pretty sure you could only be here, pointing. A cluster of rectangles marking the abandoned crematory buildings north of Halan. Zhao Xiaoguang had left a fingerprint smear of grease along the entry road, right where it ran along the train tracks.

another snippet from the start of ch5! it feels so weird to be back to down drafting now that ch1-4 have shifted the story so far from the original final chapter outline that literally none of the draft material is appropriate anymore lol but it's really enjoyable to just sit and type the most medium sentences in the world without having to do any higher-level thinking about pacing or subtext or anything :) brain off drafting my beloved :)

[ineadhyn]

Bg3 has been out for over a year and since there are a lot of new mice adoring The Devil You Know, I'd like to invite you to our cozy

Raphael Discord server

A server for Raphael and Haarlep simping with a section for archdevil adoration, nsfw stuff and rp-channels. We also do vc hangouts and game nights.

The server is run by me, @dmagedgoods and @chaosteddybear. We are a chill and judgement free place, oc-friendly and keep fandom drama and especially twitter drama out.

See u there!

(Edit: added the link)

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

TTD - Bonus scene

(It's a small thing, but I thought you'd like some fluff in these trying times.)

*

“Witness, if you will, a creature destroyed the agonies of illness. Alas, once a powerful monster threatening all humanity, now they stand here helpless, struck by the hand of fate, slowly dying of congestion, with no flowers at their feet but a bunch of used handkerchiefs.”

Hero, who walked through the living room, carrying a warm bowl, gave their expert roommate opinion:

“Bullshit. You have a cold. Your nose is barely red.”

Villain didn’t even give them a look. Clenching their dark robe, their hand pressed on their heart, they kept on:

“Truly a miserable fate for someone who was destined to rule the world. Darkness is closing in-”

“That’s literally your power. You control your shadow...oh, why am I debating with you.”

It had been two days that Villain had that fateful cold, but if you’d asked Hero, it seemed like an eternity and a half. Not only Villain had to nest into the living room’s couch because their own room was full of scraps of metal and wood for their current invention – whatever that was – but they were bored.

That meant incessant monologues. Long, convoluted monologues. Never ending monologues on their couch that was losing its shape slowly but surely.

When Hero was going back home, after a long day of helping citizens and affronting their boss, they had to hear about the agonies of having a common cold and oh, how the mighty had fallen. Hero had never felt specially mighty themself, but sometimes they wondered if murder in these circumstances was not regarded as legitimate defense.

Was a voice extinction too much to ask?

They bit their lip and held out the bowl to their roommate. Two skinny hands held it and a yelp was heard:

“It’s hot!”

Hero collapsed on a chair, unfolding a blanket nearby:

“As hot as the fiery flames of hell. Or something.”

An audible growl emerged from the black mist that clouded their roommate, but in Hero’s book, that was a win.

They fell asleep, the blanket on their lap. No monologue woke them.

*

Check the These Two Dorks Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with this Hero and Villain. This is how they met and now they’re roommates.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

[night-market-if]

Night Market After Dark

Announcing the Night Market After Dark. I will be following an NSFW ABC prompt and posting a short snippet of each RO on the Velvet Guard tier of my patreon.

This month the prompt is? After Sex

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