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The Promise of Tomorrow - Sebastian Sallow x Female! Reader

Summary: “As utterly ravishing as you are in that dress,” he whispered against your lips in-between kisses, “I can’t deny that I would much rather see it on the floor.”

A laugh bubbled past your lips despite yourself, and you let your palms trail down Sebastian’s sides until you reached his waist. You hooked your fingers through his belt loops, tugging his lower half flush against you, and his hands fell away from your face to brace against the wall behind you, effectively caging you between him and the cobblestone at your back. “Have some things planned, do you?” 

Alternatively summarized as you and Sebastian attending the Yule Ball together before he whisks you away to the Room of Requirement to do exactly what you might think.

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, Garreth wearing Aunt Tessie's robes

This was HEAVILY inspired by @sallowly 's Yule Ball animation which can be found here ! The dress/Sebastian's suit are directly referenced from her work. I'm eternally grateful for being given the chance to build off of her creation ♡

The full fic can also be found here on Ao3 as per usual

“What in Merlin’s name are you wearing?” 

Sebastian gaped openly at Garreth, internally fighting the laugh that threatened to spill forth from his mouth despite his best efforts to smother it. The Gryffindor was decked out in quite possibly the most atrocious set of dress robes he’d ever seen, and judging by the look on the red-head’s face, he knew it too. It was frilly and lined with lace, and the material looked like a curtain that had been snagged off a window and stitched into something resembling clothes. 

Garreth’s face contorted into a pained expression, chancing a look down at himself and curling his hands into loose fists. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“I’m sure you don’t,” Sebastian remarked, lifting his glass to his lips in a bid to hide his growing smile. “Can I guess? Please let me guess–”

“No,” came his flat reply. 

“What is it?” Ominis asked curiously, turning away from the long table of finger foods to join in the conversation. Unlike Weasley, he looked like the epitome of poised finesse in his dark, tailored suit. “Whatever it is, it smells old.” 

“Oh, it looks old too. Seriously, where on Earth did you find such an antique?” Sebastian teased, and Garreth’s eyes made a full trip around their sockets before he waved off the jab. 

“Ha ha, very funny. If you must know, these have been in the Weasley family for years–” 

“Clearly.” 

“Oh would you shut up? I get it, believe me, I know. My mother wouldn’t let me get away with not wearing them though, she kept pestering me about ‘tradition’ and a bunch of other pointless nonsense. I was fighting a losing battle trying to convince her otherwise.” 

Ominis chuckled softly under his breath and twirled his wand idly between his fingers, “And you didn’t think to just change into something more fitting of the nineteenth century because…” he trailed off, the question hanging silently in the air. 

Garreth grumpily shoved his hands in his pockets and frowned, looking over his shoulder towards the massive entryway leading into the Great Hall. Professor Weasley was standing watch, ushering students in with practiced ease, and when she caught sight of her nephew staring, her smile was enough to give away precisely why the Gryffindor had been forced to endure his family's horrendous dress code. “My aunt would rat me out in a second if I did. Look, can we just forget about the hideous outfit already? I need a drink.” 

Sebastian had half a mind to offer Garreth the stolen flask of Firewhiskey tucked away in his suit, but he was honestly more inclined to save it for himself. Unbeknownst to his friends, he was wound tighter than a spring, the anticipation coursing through his veins causing him to shake his leg to dispel the nervous jitters he’d been dealing with since arriving. While he’d gone on plenty of dates with you in the last few years, this would be the first time the two of you attended something so formal as a couple. Asking you to the Yule Ball had nearly put him in the ground with how anxious he’d been– but attending the dance together was a completely different story. 

He wanted the night to go perfectly. 

His expectations were driving him up the damn wall. If there was one thing Sebastian hated more than anything, it was surprises, and that’s exactly what tonight was. One giant, looming unknown that had him thinking circles around himself. Dancing wasn’t the issue– he was great at that. It wasn’t even the hundreds of prying eyes that would be glued to you both when you eventually arrived, because he was more than used to the attention that came with dating the Hero of Hogwarts. 

No, Sebastian was simply nervous to finally put his long awaited plan into action. 

Everything was already set up in the Room of Requirement for later, so all he had to do was make it through the bulk of the evening without combusting or making a fool of himself. He could do that… right?

“Your nerves are showing, Sebastian,” Garreth teased as he leaned over the endless selection of food and drinks. His green eyes were crinkled in amusement as he observed the nonstop tapping of the brunet’s foot, and Ominis hummed in agreement. 

“I’ve been listening to him fidget for the last twenty minutes. I don’t know why girls take so long to get ready– I’m tempted to go and find his date so he’ll finally relax.”

Garreth laughed, and in the split second following, Sebastian saw his eyes land on something over his shoulder and widen comically. “No need for that… damn.” 

Nothing could have prepared Sebastian for the sight that graced him when he turned around. 

There you were, looking equal parts ethereal and powerful. Your dress was like nothing he had ever seen before; it was the darkest, most striking shade of black, rippling around your legs as though it were made of liquid as you strode through the arched doorway with your head held high. Embroidered down the side and along the strapless neckline were tiny gold leaves that reflected against the candles floating overhead, giving you a regal appearance that put even Ominis to shame. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but Sebastian swore that as you walked further into the room, some of the leaves from your dress trailed behind you and dissipated into shimmering dust. 

You twisted your hands together nervously as your eyes scanned the massive crowd, searching for the one person who could make existing in such an overwhelming environment bearable. Sebastian’s legs started to move of their own accord, carrying him away from the table and closer to you at the same time your neck swiveled in his direction, and the way your entire face lit up when you spotted him imbued him with the confidence that he’d been lacking minutes prior. 

Everything else was muted during those tentative seconds it took him to reach you, and once he came to stop in front of you with his drink still loosely gripped in his hand, it was as if no one else existed within the cavernous ballroom– only the two of you. For a moment, all he could do was stare with his mouth hanging open like a fish. The flush that spread across your cheeks had his heart doing acrobatics in his chest, and he swallowed around the lump in his throat before setting his glass down on an empty platter floating by. 

“Hi,” you said meekly, flashing him an easy smile in an attempt to conceal your timorous demeanor. He didn’t need to know that you’d spent five minutes outside with Poppy talking you off the metaphorical ledge and fanning you frantically with her hands. 

“Hey,” he replied, instantly cringing at the dry greeting. He quickly added, “I don’t think words can do you justice, if I’m being honest. You look otherworldly, darling.”

Sebastian’s words did wonders to school your nerves, a wave of warmth settling over you like a blanket. The soft smile that spread across your plush lips made his heart flip in his chest, and when he held out his hand for you to take, the tension in your shoulders slipped away. “Thank you, you look rather dashing yourself. Green continues to be your color,” you mused as your palm met his upturned one, intertwining your fingers through his longer ones easily. 

He steered you into the room, heading for Ominis and Garreth again to give you time to get settled before the dancing started. When your eyes fell on Weasley, Sebastian watched as your brows shot halfway up your forehead, and he could hear the laughter in your voice when you asked, “Oh gods, what is he wearing?” 

“Don’t bring it up. Something about ‘tradition’ I think, but he’s well aware that he looks like a decorative rug.” 

You had to hide your smirk behind your free hand as you approached the two men. Garreth’s grin was blinding as he raised his glass to you in silent greeting, and Ominis must have heard you walking up, because he turned fully to face you with his kind eyes crinkled at their corners. 

“I obviously can’t say for certain, but if Sebastian’s inability to form words when you walked in was anything to go by, you must look beautiful.” The blond had a tiny Cauldron Cake pinched between his skinny fingers, and he popped it into his mouth without a second thought as a blush crept up your cheeks. 

“Thank you, Ominis, you do too.”

“I look beautiful?” He mumbled around his mouthful, and the sound of his muffled teasing contrasting with his neat appearance made you chuckle. 

You swatted his shoulder playfully and shook your head, “You know what I mean.” When your gaze shifted to Garreth, he seemed to hold his breath expectantly. “You too, Garreth. Pink looks good on you.”

The red-head rolled his eyes playfully, but he was still grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve been told that lying gives you wrinkles, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

He lifted his glass to his lips at the same time the enchanted orchestra in the corner ceased playing. Hundreds of heads swiveled towards the front of the room as Professor Black made his way to the podium, looking all too irritated to have to entertain students during the weekend instead of… actually, you had no clue what Professor Black did in his spare time. 

Probably kick Puffskeins and style his mustache. 

“Welcome all, to this year’s Yule Ball. I see the festivities are in full swing already, but I’d like to remind everyone that standard school rules are still meant to be followed even on a night such as this one. That means no floozy behavior, no consumption of beverages not otherwise provided for you, and for the love of Merlin– no smoking of Mallowsweet in school corridors. That has become a rampant issue that I would prefer to not have to deal with on top of everything else.” 

As the Headmaster continued monologuing, you managed to tune out the remainder of his warnings in favor of ogling Sebastian. Your hands were still intertwined, and he had tugged you closer to him so your arms were brushing against one another in his subtle attempts to get closer to you. He really did look striking in his dark green suit; it was the first time you’d been privy to seeing him so dressed up, and you bit your lip hungrily as potent, lustful thoughts filled your mind. It wasn’t until the room was full of thunderous applause that you realized the introductions were finished and your boyfriend was side-eyeing you as you blatantly stared at him. 

“Something on your mind?” He whispered the question directly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making your toes curl in your heels. 

Your hand in his tightened a fraction, and you cocked a brow slyly as your lips curled into a feline smile. “A few things, yes.” 

“Anything I’d like to know about?” 

“I’m sure you would, but there’s a time and a place. Don’t they say patience is a virtue?”

Sebastian hummed, trailing his thumb sensually along your knuckles as he smirked wickedly against your temple. “I find it to be more of a nuisance, but I suppose it would be a waste not to make the most of you in that dress. Would you care to dance?”

The Slytherin’s heart damn near hammered straight out of his sternum when you turned to stare affectionately up at him, the mixture of your love and desire so palpable in the air that he swore he could cut through it with a Diffindo charm. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

—

You didn’t think you’d ever felt so weightless in your life. 

Sebastian’s hand clasped in yours was like an anchor, keeping you grounded to the present moment as he tugged you along behind him up the winding staircase leading to the Astronomy Wing. He was moving fast– clearly eager to show you the ‘surprise’ he had waiting for you there– but he had the good grace to stay mindful of your dress and your inability to move as quickly as he could. The two of you had been sneakily stealing sips of his Firewhiskey throughout the night, so the faint buzz you had going was enough to make you slow down and consider every movement carefully as you ascended the steps. 

When you reached the top landing, the brunet’s neck craned sideways to cast an exhilarated look your way, his excitement a tangible entity that had butterflies erupting in your stomach. All through the night, Sebastian’s eyes and hands had been stealing telling glances and coy touches as he twirled you across the ballroom. You knew there had been hundreds of eyes on you at one point; the charmed, gold leaves around the lower lining of your gown had fallen away in trails of sunset colored sparkles that were bound to draw attention as you’d danced. But none of it had mattered– not with Sebastian gazing longingly at you like you were the only thing that existed. 

He was doing so now, and you found yourself burying your general dislike of surprises for the sake of the evening. Anything Sebastian had planned for you was something you were sure to love, you were already certain of it.

When the two of you reached the empty wall across from the familiar troll tapestry, Sebastian swiftly pulled you ahead of him and spun you around– more shimmering leaves wisping off of your dress as your back made contact with the cool stone behind it. You barely had time to register the brazen move before your boyfriend’s lips connected with yours, and then his broad hands were sliding up your neck to cup your face and tilt your head back to deepen the kiss impossibly further. He swallowed your startled gasp instantaneously, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones so tenderly that it made your heart fucking ache. 

 Merlin– sometimes your love for Sebastian overwhelmed you. 

“As utterly ravishing as you are in that dress,” he whispered against your lips in-between kisses, “I can’t deny that I would much rather see it on the floor.”

A laugh bubbled past your lips despite yourself, and you let your palms trail down Sebastian’s sides until you reached his waist. You hooked your fingers through his belt loops, tugging his lower half flush against you, and his hands fell away from your face to brace against the wall behind you, effectively caging you between him and the cobblestone at your back. “Have some things planned, do you?” 

“Of course,” he replied with that renowned Sallow-swagger that made you melt. “But not before you get to appreciate all of my hard work.”

You hummed thoughtfully as you leaned forward to kiss him again, breathing in his intoxicating scent of cedar and something akin to old books. His tongue slipped in your mouth easily, tangling with your own so fluidly that you suddenly found yourself all too eager to discover what he had in store for you. Sebastian let you drink in your fill of him, groaning softly when you shifted your hips to grind lazily against his steadily growing erection, and then he was pulling back with a heated look in his eyes. 

“Riveting as this is, I don’t feel particularly keen on taking you in the middle of the hallway.”

On cue, you felt the wall against your back begin to change. The cool stone morphed into smooth wood, and the massive entryway to the Room of Requirement revealed itself as Sebastian seemingly gazed into your very soul. “No public canoodling? Your surprise must be quite something, then.” 

For the first time since finding him in the Great Hall, Sebastian looked nervous. He stepped back and rubbed his neck sheepishly, giving you a half-grin that you could have honestly mistaken for a grimace. “I certainly hope so… come on.” 

He extended his hand once again and you took it graciously, moving off the door to make room for him to push it open. The brunet ushered you in, letting you enter ahead of him, and you barely made it three steps inside before you were halting completely. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open in silent shock as you took in the magical sight before you. 

The Room was full of floating candles like the ones in the Great Hall, only these ones flickered with deep blue flames that seemed to cast the space in what you could only describe as pure moonlight. The ambiance had been changed as well, working in tandem with the romantic lighting so flawlessly that you were certain you had to be staring at a painting. You made a mental note to remember to thank Deek for his evident assistance. Bright red petals had been strewn across the floor, paving a rather telling path towards the slightly ajar bedroom door on the opposite side of the chamber. What was inside, you didn’t know– but the contrasting red glow from within had your mind flooding with unrestrained fantasies that made your stomach flip. 

Your legs carried you deeper into the room as you took in every unique change to your secret space, and all the while, Sebastian watched you virtually glide across the floor. The enchanted leaves running down your dress added a new degree of magic to the whole scene; the trail of gold flakes that evaporated into sparkling dust made you look like some sort of enchantress that had snuck onto the school grounds, and he found himself following you across the petals towards the bedroom in a trance. 

Sebastian had seriously outdone himself. You had no words. 

Pushing the door open revealed more floating candles– the normal colored ones– and an amorous display that made your breath catch in your throat. He’d replaced the usual bed linens with silky, red sheets that reflected the candlelight beautifully. You spotted a bottle of wine perched between two glasses on the nightstand, and situated behind it all was a fresh bouquet of roses that left a distinctly floral scent in the air. 

A large part of you wanted to cry from the affection that flooded your brain, but you willed away the urge in favor of turning around to face Sebastian. 

He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed– a hungry, almost insatiable look spreading across his features. Those lust-dark eyes of his were scanning you up and down like you were a whole meal, and given the set-up in the room, you were willing to wager a guess that his mentality was exactly that. The warm lighting in the bedroom bathed him in a seductive glow, and as handsome as he looked in his suit, you suddenly wanted him out of it. Pronto. 

“You’re speechless,” he observed, sounding almost timid as he spoke the words. 

“That’s a word for it.” 

“Good speechless or bad speechless?” 

You gave him a nonplussed blink before your brows slammed down, “Why in Merlin’s name would it be bad speechless?” 

Your ability to read Sebastian like a damn book allowed you to see the cracks in his confident facade as he dug the toe of his shoe into the stone floor. He shrugged, “I’m not sure. Maybe because I snuck in here and changed everything around. Although Deek did help some, so I guess I’m not solely to blame.” 

There were no thoughts in your head other than the rapacious desire to be close to him, and your heels echoed off the bedroom walls as you strode over to him in the doorway to yank him down to your level. You all but slammed your mouths together, stealing his breath with the intensity of your ministrations, and the action left little room for doubt. Sebastian returned the kiss with equal fervor, winding his arms around you to crush you against his front as you bit and licked at his soft, freckled lips. 

“You ought to stoke that confidence some more, because this is quite possibly the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me.” Your praises did wonders to soothe his frayed nerves, seeing as you felt him relax under your touch as you sensually dragged your hands up to grip his strong shoulders. 

He chuckled proudly, pulling away to stare anticipatorily down at you with a smug look on his face. That was an expression you were all too familiar with. “You should know that where you’re concerned, I’m a split-second confidence kind of guy. The things you do to me and you don’t even know it…” he trailed off in a gravelly voice, and you shivered as you felt his palms begin skirting down your lower back to play with the zipper of your gown. 

“Oh really?” Your voice was airy, and your fingers dug into the smooth material of his blazer as you worked to maintain your composure. “Care to enlighten me?” 

Sebastian tilted his head to the side curiously before leaning down to brush a tiny kiss over the tip of your nose, “I’d much rather show you. What do you say? You want to let me take care of you, darling?” 

Your breath caught in your throat, rendering your tongue a useless paperweight in your mouth as it failed to form words, so you nodded excitedly instead and noted how Sebastian growled in response. Any awkwardness or uncertainty fell away when he claimed your lips again in a wet, needy frenzy, swallowing your surprised mewl as he walked you backwards towards the spacious bed. You felt his fingers return to your zipper and gently tug it down as the backs of your knees made contact with the mattress, and his hand on your hip kept you steady as his arm dropped ever-so-slightly to part the fabric of your dress. The velvety attire slipped down your body and pooled around your ankles instantly– a plume of gold sparkles erupting from it as it hit the floor. 

Sebastian broke the kiss to look down at you, his long, dark lashes fanning out across his cheeks as he took in your nearly bare form from head to toe. You followed the tight bob of his adam’s apple as his chocolate brown eyes roved over your breasts before they returned to your face, and then he was gingerly pushing you down onto the bed. 

As you scooted higher up the sheets, Sebastian’s gaze stayed glued to you while he shed his jacket, tossing it haphazardly to the side so he could begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. You watched him unblinkingly as he undressed– shamelessly licking your lips when his top fell open and revealed the taut plane of his stomach— and the fuzzy trail of hair leading beneath his trousers had your knees clenching together in anticipation. With his button-up discarded, all that remained were the pants, and he elected to take his time undoing his belt with calculated movements as his eyes bored into yours. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he admitted, and the metal clink of the buckle falling away punctuated the statement. “Gods– I was ready to leave the second you walked in, you have no fucking idea.” 

You shuddered from the intensity of his words, boldly dragging one of your hands down between your legs to feel the wetness that had begun to saturate your undergarments. The sight of you touching yourself sent Sebastian into overdrive– and he wasted little time in shoving his trousers down and kicking them aside so he was donned in nothing but his briefs. His arousal was straining against the thin cotton– so much so that it had to be bordering on painful– but he made no signs of discomfort as he seductively started to crawl up the bed towards you. 

As soon as Sebastian was within reach, you abandoned your soaked nether region to curl your fingers around his neck and pull him towards you, kissing him desperately. You ran your hands down his freckled chest, then wrapped your arms around his midsection to ghost the tips of your fingers along his spine. The shiver it elicited from him had heat pooling in your gut, and your need for him started to shift into something even more ravenous. 

Sebastian dropped himself down onto his elbows to minimize the space between the two of you as your tongues tangled, and as he settled his lower half against yours, he ground his straining member against your clothed cunt. He groaned unabashedly, the sound low in his throat, and your lips took to wandering along his jaw, down his throat, before settling against the curve of his shoulder to sink your teeth into the soft flesh. 

“Fuck– I can feel how wet you are already. How badly do you want it? Tell me,” he implored you, his eyes fluttering shut when you laved your tongue over the light imprint of your teeth. “Talk to me, darling, please.” 

Merlin, his voice alone was doing things to you that rendered your vocal chords useless. You tried speaking anyway. “P-Please,” you rasped out against his spit-slick skin. “Please Sebastian, I need you– I’ve needed you all night–” 

“All night, huh? What exactly were you thinking about while we were on the dance floor, hm? What filthy thoughts are swimming around in that pretty little head of yours?” 

The way Sebastian was rutting against you– tempting you with every snap of his hips– was driving you absolutely crazy with lust, and your head fell away from his shoulder against the sheets with a low moan as your nails raked down his sides. To your dismay, however, he ceased his movements to sit up and plant his hands on your wiggling hips, pinning you down in place. His toned arms flexed as he applied a fair amount of pressure in a bid to still your writhing against the silky covers, and you bit your lip in blatant frustration, narrowing your eyes dangerously. 

“Don’t look at me like that, I asked you a question. Tell me what you want– what you’ve apparently been craving all night. You can do that for me, can’t you?” 

Leave it to Sebastian to still find a way to make you beg for his cock. The nerve. You scowled up at him, “You’re really going to make me say it?” 

He had the audacity to laugh at your impatience. “I would make you scream it if I wasn’t trying so hard to be nice.” 

You had half a mind to taunt him further and clarify that really– this was him being nice? But then one of his hands fell away from your waist to trail closer to your drenched underwear until he had the pad of his thumb planted directly against your clit. That was the extent of his mercy, though. He made no move to provide you with any friction or stimulation– he simply stared at you expectantly. 

Dammit. 

Your hips twitched, unconsciously seeking the reprieve his fingers could offer you. It mattered little though; his strength kept you pinned firmly in place. “I-I want you to fuck me,” you mumbled, cheeks heating with slight embarrassment. 

“Anyone could fuck you, sweetheart. You need to be more specific,” he fucking purred the statement, making your head spin and your inhibitions fly out the damn window. 

“You,” came your wheezed response. “I want you– I want your cock, Sebastian, all I need is you. Please fuck me, I only want you, please.” 

The sight of you flushed and panting, bathed in warm candlelight as your hands fisted ardently in the sheets, drove all of Sebastian’s blood straight to his cock. It twitched enthusiastically within the confines of his briefs. 

You felt the pressure from his arm let up at the same time he removed his thumb from your aching center. Impatient didn’t even begin to cover how you were feeling, but you were all too pleased when his fingers finally pinched the fabric of your panties to tug the material down your bent legs.

Shaking his head in near disbelief, Sebastian groaned, “You sound like a fucking dream begging for it, darling. I’ll give it to you, I promise.”  

His words soothed you, but you still tensed a little when you felt the tip of his finger slip inside your overwhelmingly wet heat. You sighed and spread your legs further to accommodate Sebastian’s kneeled position, and he took to trailing his free hand over your hip bones, then up your torso to squeeze at your breasts as he willed you to relax for him. Releasing your vice grip on the sheets, you wrapped your hand around Sebastian’s thick wrist while he toyed with your sensitive nipples– effectively losing yourself to the euphoric sensation until he was knuckle-deep in your clenching walls. 

A keening sound resonated from deep in your chest as you rocked back onto Sebastian’s finger, testing the feeling, and you bit your lip hard at the rumbling groan your boyfriend gave in response. He leaned down to pepper kisses along your shoulder, sucking at your collarbone and gently nipping at your neck, and when he thrusted his finger minutely and curled it towards your stomach, you shuddered and dug your nails into his forearm.

“Come on,” you whined, bucking your hips more insistently in response to his painfully slow pace. The brunet nodded, pumping his finger deeper, and he couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled from his mouth at how fucking tight you were. 

Sebastian worked you with the single digit for a moment before tentatively adding a second, his blood igniting in his veins at the airy gasp you let slip. Your name fell from his lips like a plea, and when he leaned up slightly to gauge your expression, the half-hooded look you bore was enough to make his stomach drop. “Gods, you’re perfect,” he virtually whispered. 

By the time you were amply prepared for him, your hands had abandoned the sheets and his wrist to clutch tightly at his shoulders, your sounds growing desperate and needy. Sebastian continued to spread and twist his fingers, trying to map out precisely where to aim to reduce you to gasping screams just as he’d promised. You were beyond jittery, though, winding your fingers into his curly brown locs to tug his face towards yours and glare openly at him. “I’m about to jump your bones,” you growled, rolling your hips against Sebastian’s fingers urgently. “Come on, Sebastian, let me– fuck–”

Sebastian grinned wildly at the way your back arched clean off the sheets, the tight gasp you pulled into your lungs imbuing him with a need for you that rivaled his need to breathe. Without missing a beat, he withdrew his fingers and frantically set to peeling his briefs away to free himself from the restrictive material. His girth arched proudly against his stomach, swollen and red and so fucking tantalizing. Your eyes devoured him greedily as he tossed the pre-cum stained attire over his shoulder, and then he was crawling over you once again with an animalistic hunger reflecting in his eyes. 

Hooking your legs around his waist, Sebastian braced his arms on either side of your head, gazing at you longingly as the head of his leaking cock brushed against your slick entrance. It took an insane amount of effort for you not to nudge him forward with your heels– forcing yourself to remain pliant as he pressed into you at an achingly slow pace. Your eyes rolled shut at the feeling of being breached, savaging your lower lip with your teeth as inch after inch of Sebastian’s incredible cock entered you. A contented whine weaseled its way from his throat as he bottomed out, and you cracked your bleary eyes open to find the freckled man staring at you with the ghost of a smile on his lips. 

“W-What?” You muttered, trailing your hands up his muscular biceps before interlacing your fingers together around his neck. “Don’t make me beg again, I already said please.” 

“I was just enjoying the face you were making,” he said with a smirk, grinding his hips enough to have you trembling and arching. “Like you were trying really hard to hold back. It’s hot as hell.”  

You fought a smile, tugging him down by his neck to capture his lips in yet another dizzying kiss. Sebastian bit and licked at your mouth with reckless abandon as he swallowed the sounds his efforts pulled from you, and he sighed before pulling away to brush a few strands of hair off of your forehead. He thrusted suddenly into you– catching you off guard– and your breath hitched at the same time your head fell back, effectively killing the remainder of Sebastian’s patience. 

Dropping one of his hands to your waist, Sebastian withdrew his throbbing member enough so that when he snapped his hips forward, you were jolted up the bed slightly. “Ah–” your sharp cry reverberated off the bedroom walls, and his hold on you instantly became possessive. 

Grasping onto you like his life depended on it, Sebastian dug his feet into the bed to lend some force to his thrusts as he worked himself into an even tempo. It felt mind-numbingly wonderful to finally be encased in your warm walls after day-dreaming about it all night. His mouth fell open with a shaky groan when he pressed his balls against your raised ass, the friction doing you both a slew of favors, and his vision flashed a brilliant white when he felt you clench around his cock and suck him in even deeper. 

“Oh fuck– fucking hell–” Sebastian grit through clenched teeth, pushing himself up fully so he was no longer hunched over you. You unhooked your ankles from around him so he could maneuver your legs over his bent ones, gripping your thighs with a bruising strength that made your mouth dry up in a heartbeat. He had a perfect view of you laid bare under him this way, and he shamelessly watched as his cock glistened with your slick when he pulled out right before plunging back in. 

Your spine rounded, a guttural moan ripping its way from your chest as Sebastian picked up his pace while simultaneously pulling you down onto his quick thrusts. It was pure rapture having his hands on you– demandingly shifting you around to steal his pleasure from your tight heat as he sought out the deepest parts of you. At one point, he released his hold on one of your legs to plant his broad hand on top of your stomach, relishing in how he could feel his cock each time he slid home. It was addicting– you were addicting— and the thought lit a fire in his very soul. 

“S-Sebastian,” you whined, gathering the silky sheets in your clenched fists as wave after wave of sheer pleasure washed over you. With your legs held in the brunet’s strong grip, he had the freedom to fuck harder into your slick folds, pulling noisy cries of his name and desperate pleas for more from your kiss-swollen lips. Your voice was loud in the humid room, your moans echoing off the walls around the two of you– and when Sebastian bucked harder so the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space– you gasped frantically and writhed beneath him. He had to be hitting a good spot.

“You’re stunning, darling– so fucking good to me–” Sebastian managed to grunt out, pounding his cock into you with temerity that made your looming finish all the more potent. “Fuck, you feel incredible.” 

“Right there, S-Sebastian, fuck me right there, gods–”

The muscles in your stomach were tensing, and you were honestly shaking from the vigor of his thrusts. Sebastian groaned, the sound of your pleading little whimpers driving him mad with undiluted need, and he watched you blearily try to figure out what was going on as he hoisted your legs up and threw them over his shoulders. He moved over you, bending you in half at the same time he rammed his thick cock back into your cunt, and you were hardly given the space to breathe before your boyfriend was fucking you hard— his hips bucking rough and deep and so fucking good that you were left mewling and grasping helplessly at the sheets. 

Sebastian pinned you to the bed and fucked himself into you, his own moans dripping loud from his lips as his hands tangled in your hair and tightened around the strands. The sting was delicious and left you with no choice but to allow your lover to pull you closer to him while he filled you up over and over.  He drank in the sounds you made as your back arched off the sheets the best it could under his added weight, your thighs shaking and muscles tensing until you were barely holding on. 

“Like that– fuck, Sebastian, just like that, I’m gonna come–”

Unable to give a more coherent response than a gasping whine, Sebastian dug his nails into your scalp and was rewarded with the sweet sound of you wailing his name as you came violently, riding your hips down into his as much as you could. Your hands flew to his back to rake angry red welts down his sides, and Sebastian let your legs fall from his shoulders so he could wrap his arms around you and bury his face into the crook of your neck. He sank his teeth into the sweaty skin as he gave you the last of his deep, quick thrusts before he was coming inside— your name tumbling over his lips like a mantra as he fell into bliss.

By the time Sebastian was anything approaching coherent, you were still shaking under him, your legs wrapped tight around his waist. “Fuck,” he murmured into the hollow of your throat, untangling his hands from your hair and smoothing the mussed locs down. 

Sebastian pulled out with a small groan– your hips seemingly lifting to chase the marvelous feeling of being filled– but then he was planting his elbows on either side of you to brace himself as he kissed you breathlessly. You melted under him, curling around him ardently when he finally let himself tip sideways beside you. His chest was heaving with the deep breaths he sucked into his lungs, and you happily nestled your head atop his shoulder as your hands took to tracing invisible shapes and patterns along the taut expanse of his stomach. 

You dozed off sometime after Sebastian had started murmuring sweet nothings in your ear, and when you awoke a few hours later, you were still draped over him, his fingers idly trailing up the shallow dip of your spine. Stretching the best you could without disturbing the peaceful vibe, you craned your neck to look up at Sebastian sleepily, and his eyes crinkled at their corners as he smiled down at you. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” 

“Mmph,” you grunted, voice thick with sleep. “Is it morning already? You should have woken me up.” 

He shrugged and glanced at the open bedroom door, noting the lack of sunlight streaming in through the skylight. “Early morning, but not daylight hours quite yet. I figured you needed the rest.”

Humming appreciatively, you closed the minuscule space between the two of you to kiss him gently, and he sighed against your lips as his hands roved up your back once more to play with your hair at the nape of your neck. Everything about the moment was pure, and you found it all too easy to get lost in the sensations dancing over your still-sensitive body.

Sebastian broke away first, gazing at you strangely before he abandoned your hair to reach for the nightstand. “I was going to do this earlier before everything, but I uh… got distracted.” 

You couldn’t hide the flush that crept up your cheeks at the reminder. “Hm, I wonder why,” you teased. “Do what, though?”

He finally found whatever he’d been rifling around for blindly and met your inquisitive stare, swallowing nervously. “I’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen after we graduate. I’m sure you have your own ideas, but I just thought– well, I’d obviously like to stay together. I can’t imagine not having you beside me, but that being said, I’ll respect whatever you decide, even if it isn’t what I want to hear.” 

Your stomach flipped over on itself, and your eyes went wider than saucers when Sebastian revealed a small, velvet box gripped tight in his hand. Pushing yourself off of him, he flicked the lid open with trembling fingers, and your gasp was drowned out by the hammering of your heart in your ears. 

Inside was a thin, gold band adorned with a tiny, emerald gemstone that sparkled brilliantly under the flickering candlelight. Your mouth fell open as the implications of the ring bore down on you, and when you looked back at Sebastian, his eyes were scanning your face to gauge your expression. 

“Is that…?” 

“It’s only a posy ring, but I thought that it might make the next few months easier to anticipate. You’re my whole world, darling. I can’t fathom parting ways after everything we’ve been through, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hope you felt the same.”

Warm, fat tears welled in your eyes then, blurring your vision before they were streaking down your cheeks without restraint. His anxiety leading up to arriving in the Room of Requirement suddenly made a lot more sense to you, and you realized that he’d planned all of this well in advance. How long had he been waiting to ask you? How long had he held onto the ring in the hopes that you would say yes? 

He still looked nervous, but it was drowned out by the complete adoration that glimmered in his dark eyes. 

“Yes,” you choked out, somewhere in-between sobbing and laughing as you sat up fully. “Yes, Sebastian– of course I feel the same.” 

Sebastian’s smile was blinding, and he plucked the ring from the box and slowly slid it on your extended finger, both of your hands shaking with barely contained excitement. It fit perfectly, and you gave yourself all of two seconds to admire the look and the feeling of it on your hand before you had flipped yourself to the side to straddle him. Your hands cradled his cheeks as you dipped your head lower to kiss him over and over, his soft laughter warming your heart and filling you with a sense of contentment you hadn’t known existed until now.

“I love you, Sebastian. I’ll travel to the ends of the Earth with you, never doubt that. My future is your future– my heart has always belonged to you– of course I’ll stay with you. Whatever is to come, facing it with you is all I want.” 

You didn’t think you’d ever seen him look so elated in all your time knowing him. His face lit up vibrantly at your declaration, and in a flash he had wrapped his arms around you to flip you back over so he was situated on top of you, gazing down at you with his hands running down your bare sides. 

He assaulted the entirety of your face with fervent kisses, laughing softly under his breath as you returned his affections with equal force. “I love you so much, darling. You’re my everything, I wouldn’t change a damned thing about the past knowing that it landed me here with you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

The remainder of the night was spent with the two of you beneath the silk sheets, the promise of tomorrow suddenly all the more exciting to imagine now that you knew Sebastian would be with you for the rest of your life. Posy ring or not, you’d already known that only death could take you from him– and even then you were certain you would find a way to keep loving him long after you were gone. 

Neither one of you would have it any other way. 

[the-demigod-project]

MC Info & Special Powers

Subject-Zero: Project AntiGod

Designation: Subject-Zero

Alias: The AntiGod

Creation Timeline: 30 years of research and development

Age: 19

Powers: Blood Manipulation, Lightning Manipulation, Chaos Manipulation (latent)

Subject-Zero, the pinnacle of America's desperate efforts to rival divine and alien powers, represents the ultimate fusion of science and mythology. Unlike traditional Demigods, Subject-Zero was not born naturally or created through the conventional process of integrating alien DNA into a human host. Instead, they are a completely synthetic being—an engineered masterpiece grown in a vat, molded by decades of cutting-edge science, and honed to become the perfect weapon in the escalating arms race among the global superpowers.

The Creation of Subject-Zero:

Subject-Zero is the crowning achievement of Project AntiGod, an initiative that spanned 30 years and countless iterations of trial and error. The goal was to create the ultimate Demigod—a being free from the flaws and limitations of natural human hosts. Traditional Demigods, while powerful, are still bound by the weaknesses of their human origins: physical fragility, limited potential for growth, and a reliance on the unpredictable compatibility of alien DNA.

Project AntiGod circumvented these issues by starting from scratch, using a combination of alien cells and human DNA to grow a being in a controlled environment. Subject-Zero was engineered in a vat pod, nurtured in a bio-synthetic amniotic fluid for the first five years of their life. This controlled environment allowed scientists to tweak and perfect every aspect of their genetic code, ensuring that they emerged as the ideal vessel for power.

Through millions of iterations of crossbreeding alien cells with human DNA, scientists eliminated genetic incompatibilities, strengthened the host’s physical structure, and amplified the alien DNA’s potential. The result was a being unlike any other—neither fully human nor fully alien, but something entirely new.

Physical and Mental Attributes:

• Physical Perfection: Subject-Zero possesses a body engineered for combat and resilience. Their muscles, bones, and skin are significantly denser and more durable than those of any natural-born Demigod. This makes them virtually immune to conventional weapons and resistant to most forms of physical trauma.

• Enhanced Cognition: Their brain has been augmented to process information at speeds far beyond human capacity, allowing for lightning-fast reflexes, strategic thinking, and multitasking during combat.

• Lack of Emotional Ties:(Like Chief From HALO) Unlike traditional Demigods, who retain human emotions and psychological vulnerabilities, Subject-Zero was designed with suppressants to suppress emotional responses. However, this has led to unforeseen consequences, as their lack of emotion creates a sense of detachment that makes them unpredictable. (Yet they have shown signs of emotion that they have never been taught.)(Blame spoiler character. Kekekeke)

Powers:

1. Blood Manipulation:

Subject-Zero’s mastery over blood manipulation is both horrifying and awe-inspiring. This ability grants them control over the blood within their own body and the bodies of others, allowing them to perform feats such as:

• Self-Healing: By manipulating their own blood, they can accelerate healing processes, closing wounds almost instantly and regenerating lost tissue in seconds.

• Weaponization: Subject-Zero can harden their blood into sharp, deadly weapons, such as blades, projectiles, or barriers.

• Control Over Others: By tapping into the blood of their enemies, they can immobilize or manipulate their movements, effectively turning them into puppets.(Doesn't work on Demigods)

• Hemorrhagic Warfare: In extreme cases, they can cause opponents to hemorrhage by forcing their blood to rupture veins or arteries.(Doesn't work on Demigods)

This power grants Subject-Zero unparalleled control over life and death on the battlefield, making them a terrifying opponent.

2. Lightning Manipulation:

Subject-Zero’s lightning manipulation enhances their offensive capabilities, turning them into a living storm. This power allows them to:

• Generate Lightning: Subject-Zero can summon and direct bolts of electricity with precision, striking enemies from a distance or channeling energy through their weapons and body.

• Supercharged Reflexes: By stimulating their nervous system with lightning, they can boost their already superhuman body and move at even faster superhuman speeds, dodging attacks and overwhelming opponents with sheer velocity.

• Electromagnetic Control: Their mastery over electricity extends to controlling electromagnetic fields, allowing them to disable electronics, disrupt communications, and even create EMP blasts.

• Electrical Constructs: Subject-Zero can shape electricity into tangible forms, such as weapons, barriers, or whips, giving them versatility in combat.

This power makes them a formidable adversary, capable of devastating armies and machinery alike.

3. Chaos Manipulation (Latent Power):

Subject-Zero’s most potent and dangerous ability, Chaos Manipulation, lies dormant within them. This power is said to be the ultimate expression of destruction and creation, granting them control over the very fabric of reality. Once awakened, Chaos Manipulation could make Subject-Zero virtually unstoppable. Its capabilities include:

• Reality Warping: The ability to bend and alter the laws of physics, turning the environment into a weapon or reshaping the battlefield to their advantage.

• Temporal Distortion: Manipulating time itself, slowing it down, speeding it up, or even rewinding it to undo mistakes or gain an edge in combat.

• Existential Erasure: With a mere thought, Subject-Zero could erase objects, people, or even entire locations from existence.

• Cosmic Constructs: Harnessing the raw energy of chaos, they can create constructs of immense power, such as barriers that defy destruction or weapons that can pierce through dimensions.

• Unpredictability: Chaos Manipulation introduces an element of unpredictability, as even Subject-Zero may not fully control the power, making them both a weapon and a potential threat to themself.

Significance of Subject-Zero:

Subject-Zero is not merely a weapon; they are the embodiment of America's desperation to assert dominance in a world of gods and monsters. As one of the first perfect synthetic Demigods, they represent a turning point in the global arms race, a being designed to counter any foe—even the strongest of Demigods. However, their very existence poses ethical and existential questions. Can a being so detached from humanity truly serve its creators? And if Chaos Manipulation awakens fully, will Subject-Zero remain under control, or will they become a threat to all existence?

[psycho-theweirdo-g]

I attempted to make Trigun characters on Code Vein... I spend more time on the character creation screen than the actual gameplay-

Vash's hair was a nightmare to make, I eventually gave up and gave him this and I attempted to make his prosthetic... he isn't perfect but overall he looks cute (also no sunglasses rip)

Milly with two different hairstyles

Code Vein doesn't have similar sunglasses for Wolfwood oof

For the Punisher I made it with several bags

Knives wearing shoes for once???! No silly it's just your imagination, we all know he is allergic to shoes and wouldn't touch them with a ten foot pole

I prefer this haircut much more than the other one, might let him be (half)naked as well

The face 'about to commit genocide'- (how about no-)

Meryl has turned out the best of all of them, She looks so prefect 😭

I also made Roberto... but we don't talk about HIM..

[appalachianlich]

I am slowly losing my mind trying to remember how to code, but the demo has a fully functional character creation screen with the hand icons now! You can swap through all four pose, shape, and tones with the tattoos, hair, veins, and freckles as optional selections that can be stacked on top of each other. Also, again, nothing is gender locked, so you can do whatever. Reattaching the gif of the options here, too, until everything is ready for a video example.

[litrpgburrito]

Storm Chosen

In the neon-lit sprawl of New Elysium, where corporate skyscrapers pierced the smoggy sky and cybernetic enhancements were as common as vending machines, there existed an unknown author named Elias Voss. His life was a tangle of half-finished manuscripts, empty whiskey bottles, and the relentless ticking of deadlines. Elias had been toiling away for years on his magnum opus—a cyberpunk novel that defied genre conventions, blending magic, technology, and existential dread.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Elias sat hunched over his antique typewriter, the keys clacking like the footsteps of ghosts. The ending eluded him, slipping through his fingers like smoke. His frustration boiled over, and he hurled the half-empty bottle of bourbon across the room. It shattered against the window, rain splattering the shards like liquid diamonds.

And then it happened—the storm. Not an ordinary storm, but an energy tempest, a maelstrom of crackling lightning and swirling colors. Elias stumbled backward, shielding his eyes as the room trembled. The typewriter danced on its legs, and the manuscript pages fluttered like wounded birds. He felt a searing pain, as if his very cells were unraveling.

When the storm subsided, Elias blinked, disoriented. His body felt different—lighter, yet heavier. He glanced down and gasped. His left arm was no longer flesh and bone; it was a sleek metallic limb, wires and circuits weaving through synthetic muscle. His right eye glowed with augmented vision, overlaying reality with data streams and hidden codes. Elias was no longer just a struggling author; he was part machine, part story.

Outside the window, New Elysium had transformed. The cityscape pulsed with neon hues, and hovering drones zipped between skyscrapers like fireflies. Elias recognized the setting—it was the world he’d painstakingly crafted in his novel. But he wasn’t the protagonist; he was a secondary character, a cybernetic companion to the elusive hacker known as Nyx.

Nyx, with her midnight hair and eyes that held secrets darker than the abyss. She stood before him, her leather-clad form illuminated by the glow of her wrist-mounted hacking device. “Welcome to the real New Elysium,” she said, her voice a blend of mischief and danger. “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Elias.”

He stuttered, trying to find words. “I… I wrote you. You’re my creation.”

Nyx smirked. “And now I’ve repurposed you. We’re going to topple the corporate clans—the ones who control this city with an iron fist. They’re not just in my story; they’re real, and they bleed greed.”

Elias’s mind raced. He had no combat skills, no martial prowess. But his cybernetic enhancements hummed with potential. “What’s my role?”

“You’re the codebreaker,” Nyx said. “The one who deciphers their encrypted networks. You’ll infiltrate their ivory towers while I lead the resistance. Together, we’ll rewrite this dystopia.”

And so, Elias became the silent observer—the one who saw the world through augmented eyes, who whispered forgotten passwords and manipulated digital defenses. He watched Nyx’s crew—a motley mix of hackers, martial artists, and rebels—forge alliances and defy the status quo. They danced on the edge of chaos, fueled by rage and desperation.

But Elias wondered: Was this his redemption? Had the storm granted him purpose beyond the page? As he interfaced with the city’s neural grid, he glimpsed fragments of forgotten memories—the taste of ink on paper, the scent of rain-soaked streets. Perhaps he was more than a character; perhaps he was the missing link between fiction and reality.

And so, Elias Voss—the struggling author—became a legend. His words bled into the city’s walls, graffiti of defiance and hope. In the heart of the neon labyrinth, he fought alongside Nyx, not as the hero, but as the whisper in her ear, the binary pulse in her veins.

Together, they unraveled the corporate clans, exposing their sins and vulnerabilities. Elias discovered that endings weren’t fixed; they were malleable, like the lines of code he rewrote. And as the city trembled under their assault, he wondered if he’d ever return to his typewriter, to the unfinished novel waiting in the dim apartment.

But for now, he was part of the story—a cybernetic companion, a fusion of ink and electricity. And in the electric nights of New Elysium, Elias Voss found his purpose, one keystroke at a time. 🌃🔍💻

[ruruumin]

games with him.

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn!reader, modern au.

⤷ what games does he like to play?

Unlike the other Anemo boys, Kazuha likes to play JRPGs. He finds the story to be intriguing and at times, he is swept up by it all that he sometimes feels emotional if his NPC companion gets hurt. The worst mistake an enemy could do is hurt his companion because he swears by all seven Archons that he will avenge them. It was especially heated during God Eater when his favorite characters would go through endless turmoil. 

He would be into Final Fantasy or Monster Hunter. As stereotypical as it may be, he would be a longsword main. However, don’t worry about being flinched or never landing a hit on a monster because he’s a considerate longsword player (The one that would tell you politely to step aside so he can spirit helm breaker).

He likes the adventure in JRPGs. Exploring new worlds, and learning about the lore and characters, all of it just simply fascinates him. He enjoys running through the meadows in Nier: Replicant because it makes him feel as if he is traveling through it. He also likes to stop and take screenshots of places that he finds beautiful (if you co-op with him in Code Vein, he would be a menace with the photo mode). 

Even if there are a lot of fetch quests in the game, he doesn’t mind the grind. At one point, you’ve caught him staying up late trying to farm for a 0.003% drop rate item that would just slightly boost his attack rates. You told him it was absurd but the man was adamant on making his character/weapon a bit more powerful.

Playing with him will consist of waiting for him to queue. He’s stuck in tuning his weapon because he believes in the idea that he has to maximize the amount of damage he does. On the other hand, he spends very little time on his character if there is a creation portion. He thinks that his character doesn’t matter in terms of looks as it does in power.

This can sometimes lead to him making questionable outfit choices. When an item in the game is overpowered yet extremely ugly? He’s going to wear it. Anything to make his character better, he will take it. 

Aside from the gameplay, he finds the music and soundtrack of JRPGs more appealing than other games. His personal favorites are the Monster Hunter soundtracks and Nier (Replicant & Automata). You’ve seen him on many occasions playing their theme songs in the background of his room. 

Regardless of his habits, continue playing with him. It makes him happy knowing that instead of protecting his NPC companion, he is protecting you.

[code-pain]

"code vein have such a good character creation!" *proceed to make the most basic character

[gear-project]

. . .

To give people some idea as to what I do outside of Guilty Gear Lore Discourse:

—I’m actually a rather big Comic Book and Manga fan, so I read a lot in my spare time, Korean Manhwa too.

—I collect and reforge weapons in Libra of Souls in Soul Calibur 6. Each weapon style has fun nuances to them, so I try to optimize my weapons to suit my characters. I’ve posted a few videos already.

—In addition to the above, while grinding games, I listen to various music from other games, like Code Vein, GodEater, and Metaphor, also score soundtracks from older films and movies.

—Lately I’ve been playing Metroidvania style games, preferably something that makes characters overpowered. I actually enjoy powertrip fantasy build games and like to see how far I can break them. I’m big on Immortality builds.

—I like to do research on Voice Actors and Music Composers from old Anime and American Cartoons.

—For those who didn’t know I’m pretty active on TwitterX and BlueSky for various discussions. When my PC is working I’m also chatting away on Discord.

—While I’m somewhat limited to PS4 games lately, I still try to watch silent playthroughs of more recent game releases, as well as game lore videos.

—While I used to be something of a Graphic Artist in the past, I spend more of my creative energies in character creation games these days. So, every once in a while I like to share some of the stuff I come up with. Don’t worry, I still draw once in a while, I’m just busy with other stuff a lot.

—I still post videos on YouTube of my gaming exploits, though as of now I’m trying to think of new stuff to add to my channel.

—Also, I’m on Patreon and GameFaqs, though I frequent the latter more.

[honestmouse20]

Okay, personal thoughts on dragons rising under the cut. Spoilers ahead!

I didn't care too much about Wildfyre going into part 2. she was cool but not really a character I was fully invested in. That is, until her and Kai went on their little quest/mission to get the dragon energy core. They were so Sweet! I loved how Kai had to be the responsible one and how Wildfyre had to learn how to thikn before she acted. They're a really good dynamic and I their relationship growing during this season felt very natrual and good!

Zane! also not one of my favorite characters. But him speaking to a broom with Pixal's photo taped to it got to me okay? I do wonder now where she is.

Mr. Frohicky (idk how to spell things, i've been up all night. give me a break lol) I did Not expect him to return after the crossroads episode back in part 1. He's actually grown on me a lot. It's still kinda weird bc the tone of this show is just a Bit different than previous Ninjago. But it's not bad and I wouldn't hate seeing more of him in the future

Lloyd. God he got so much character develepment this season but especially in part 2! From him trying to do everything on his own to upkeep the Monastary and then finally excepting help, to getting much better at teaching the new ninja. I really loved all the scenes with him an Arin and how their relationship has gone from Arin being a fanboy, to genuine respect and friendship. 10/10

Speaking of Lloyd. What on Earth was all that stuff he saw Again when he acted as the conduit again? I really hope we get more info on those vision in the next season. That's the one big mystery that they havn't really touched on

last lloyd thing, mayeb it's just the angst lover in me, but I really hope there's some kind of conequence to him acting as the conduit. Maybe it starts really draining him or maybe it just makes accessing his power a little harder. I hope they explain it or at least like, mention it.

I'm actually kinda glad they didn't go the whole route of having Nya distrust the Djinn guy who'se name i can't remember lol. It was a nice expectation subversion. Bc my first thought was that he was gonna be evil/ have heard that *she* was the one who tecnically destroyed Djinnjago. I really like that they helped him the way they did and the lesson it taught Sora

Speaking of Sora. I love her. I still fully belive that her power is creation but if it is just 'tech power' i really like how they're handling it. LIke we all Knew it was never Ryu's power she was using but the moment *she* figured that out still felt genuine and deserved because we saw her go through the process of realizing whta was holding her back. 10/10. no notes

Freaking COLE! So him and Lloyd are tied as my favorite charaters bc yee. But holy shit even tho it was 5 am when i got to his episode and i was exhausted. I sat up on the couch and just lost my shit. One, he's still so good at finding people in trouble/captured and deciding he's their protecter. I love him so much. and two. was it just me or was that whole episode so freaking queer coded it isnt funny? Like, even more so than his true potential episode back in S1.

Shipping aside, I really like how on par with his character his episodes were. Even tho they were short and I really crave more about him, they did a good job of leaving just enough questions to keep us interested while also showing us the important parts. Plys the new ability rock monster thing is cool

in that same vein. what the fuck does 'the earth is screaming' mean? hello that shits terrifying? My theory atm is that its' the realms fighting the merge bc it's like unnatural or something. but idk. i would have liked to hear more about that

Zane's car!!!! I own that set and holy fuck it did not dissapoint! At first i was kinda bummed it didn't do Actual spinjitzu, at least I don't think so. But him spinning wildy and saying 'this is adequate' or whatever, is so freaking funny! also it's super fast and looks epic. no notes lol

and Jay! we see him! I'm not really a big jay fan but I am curious what theyr'e gonna do with him next season

and finally, i Really liked all the references to past seasons/events! Even if it wasn't in your face, it was still really nice to be able to see all the pices of the past sprinkled throughout. It was also funny to see Sora being surprised Lloyd is the FSM's grandson. 10/10

If i think of more I'll make another post lol

god i need to re watch the season already

i have SO many thoughts. HOw am i supposed to go to work later and be an adult while ive got these little plastic ninja running through my head at full speed

[astrxlfinale]

One of these days I'm going to get into deeper detail about Caelus's Stellaron nature, how it coincidences with angles of his personal values and characterization as a whole.

Details such as-

Now I'm not saying it's actively speaking to Kafka's desire in this segment, it's moreso how the essence of Decisiveness is wired into blood and being. (Her words in this vein was to EMPOWER that certainty, and to never let doubt be that foe, and to only make foes of anyone or thing against his reasonable choice.) Caelus is someone who intends to advance his steps with his own choice desire being the host influence. That said, I believe this extends as to how strong showcases of desire, strong wills, beings that intend to make their mark resonates with him.

He wants to ensure it's answered, and in ways, be a part of that growth even if it leads to bright or horrific ends for the person in question. (There would no hesitation in getting their way, in this case, being more of a form of respect.)

This here was the lil scene I discovered that brought this to my attention.

While it could be arguable this plucks more at his soft spot for children (which he does have), in the wider arc it could genuinely be anyone who's willing to shake the world in the essence for their 'wish.'

This is one of those matters where the facets of his creation benefit from his sense of character. In many ways he still enacts the 'Will of the Stellaron' and Destruction at large in the form of his own written code. He'll become the Destruction against all Disasters. If this part of his lost 'family' of the hive intends to make cruel and twisted test that can make or break the fate of those souls? He'd be within the corner that shatters such madness, and those taken under it's wings with his own will.

Its why I can't stress enough how much Akivili's path of the Trailblaze feels like such a positive variation of the Stellaron's journey. So to have him embark on this will not only let these sides get properly fed in learning, realizing and truly holding a willing hold with humanity, but it allows him to just be that version of free that serves as a core foundation as to how he intends to live his life.

[theawokenmultiverse]

UPDATED LORE!

Ok! the Lore has been updated , rewritten a bit and fixed! There has also been some things added!

Characters:

Stain: the force of creation, creativity, and soul

Null: the force of destruction, rebirth, and loss

Piety: the force of thought, wisdom, and free will.

Story:

The Blossom Age

Three forces of chaos made the multiverse. Together they made the multiverse whole. However, Null grew vein, Despite being loved he was not seen as a true “guardian” and was often respected because he was feared. He knew that he would never be as adored as the other two and because of this, he was susceptible to insecurities.

One day, a being from another multiverse was sent to theirs, Being taken by the wormhole that leads to the multiverse this being took root after meeting null. Phobia is a being with twisted morals and fear woven deep into their very creation. Phobia believes they are helping everyone by giving them what they truly lack, the power to combat their greatest fears and destroy them. They planted seeds of doubt into his fragile psyche which caused him to believe that even the ones he loved the most only stayed because they feared what he’d do if they left.

The roots of insecurity grew ever larger in his soul until he could bare it no longer and inevitably lost himself. Destruction became hectic, rebirth was no longer an option causing the aus to be stuck in a dormant state and loss was abundant. Those who survived fled to the order of the multiverse, A safe haven for all Aus. Eventually, the entire multiverse would crumble and in its last dying breath, piety and stain used the remnants of what was left to create the reset soul and by combining their powers they were able to fuse it to Null’s soul and shatter it in the process.

The pieces scattered all around the multiverse, planting seeds that lay dormant in the empty aus. The shattering caused a great slumber, freezing the multiverse order in time. That is until one faithful day, two strange beings were sent into the multiverse by accident. Geister and Stellar had accidentally reawoken the universe, however, stellar was trapped while his brother roamed around freely, his memories completely erased by the timelines.

Stellar had accidentally reawoken the universe, however, stellar was trapped while his brother roamed around freely, his memories completely erased by the timelines.

The Reawakening

Stain was reawakened as a code spirit. Upon finding anomalous he could sense a powerful sense of wonder and curiosity deep in his soul.

This caused him to view him as a capable heir to his role, however, he was not a fool. He knew well that he had to train him before he could be able to take up the mantle of guardian. He knew it would take years and years for him to be ready but something was keeping him from being patient. He could feel Piety’s presence growing ever stronger and he knew that he wouldn't be able to prepare him to take up the mantle so he had to at least teach him to fight. The future of the multiverse depended on it. However, even he knew that This new change would not please the council if such a thing remained. Geister was given a new name, anomalous. He could not remember his own nor did he understand the world around him so Stain found it fitting to name him after a word that means to be different or strange.

Stellar however wasn't so lucky, null’s fragmented code whispered to him, promising freedom, love, respect and so much more if he’d allow him to use his soul as a vessel To help strengthen him so he may return to the realm of reality and not be scattered in the fragmented code. In return, he’d get everything he desired. Now null was no longer himself, he was estranged from his old name so he chose a new one, corruptus. Spying through the code, corruptus soon learned about Stain’s little new pupil and it filled his torn soul with RAGE. With this, he began to push seeds of doubt into Stellar’s mind. Manipulating the memories he had to make him believe that anomalous had abandoned him anomalous could not be trusted for he was a liar! A thief! A disgusting brother abandoner. Why, null was such a better brother to him and he could do no wrong.

After all, he was only looking out for him. At least, that’s what he always claimed. The fusion was painful, it burned. Stellar’s poor little soul felt as though it had been set ablaze. “ do not worry. You will grow stronger and soon you will no longer feel the pain” null would always comfort him with these words. Eventually Stellar learned to harvest this feeling, this magic. It manifested as an odd orange smoke that would pour from his soul and eventually enveloped his body. He felt reborn, at least that's what he told himself. To cement this to himself he chose to let his old name die and chose a new beginning, arcana.

On piety’s once echo flower-covered throne sat a solitary halo, dust all around it but never gathering directly on top of it, forming a barrier ring of pristine cleanness around it. Statues littered the walls, one standing just behind the throne, a curled-up angel with horns curving toward anyone facing the throne, wings hiding his face. The other statues were all covered by their own wings in upright positions as if hidden in cocoons Only small parts were visible behind their large wings. The one in the center appeared to be the smallest of all the other statues. The Lord’s Return***

The Clicking of boots could be heard as a tall familiar figure stepped towards it. Arcana reached out and a tentacle formed from his hand, a painful process that was necessary for Null to reach through him and grab the halo. The halo glowed as Arcana began to be drained of some of his magic in order to free the being left inside. The Candles around them began to flicker before flames burst on every wick as a figure formed from the halo.

Suddenly a glow burst from the other statues, large cracks forming through them as they began to move, and the outer shell of the stone crumbled off. The centered one rose first, his wings unfurling around him, a blindfold taking his wings' place in obscuring his vision. He stood on his hooves before standing in an upright saluting position, soon the others following suit after being freed from their stone prison. All around the palace, the statues began to awaken.

The figure stood in front of the throne, hands clasped together, wings folded around them before unfurling to open proudly behind it. A wicked grin spread across their face as the rings spun before eyes opened slowly on said rings to stare at arcana “Greetings father, It is so lovely to see you so soon.”

Every angel standing in the room began to bow before them, getting on one knee in respect to their former ruler, Null. The angels were all varying, flesh, bone, and blood. Skeletons stood amongst human-like figures, some with animalistic features. Each looks familiar yet completely different in its own way. The only consistency was the placement of wings, though some had more than others as well as each one having a blindfold with an eye pattern on the front, seeming to mimic the eye that floated between the figure’s halo.

“Now , enough pleasantries. It appears you miss your old form, fear not! For I can bring that right back” Immediately he put out his hand, strange code like symbols flashing before disappearing into blinding light, arcana flinching as his body was enveloped in it. Letting out a scream of pain before in a flash his soul was torn into two, falling to his knees he looked up to see the half floating before him , it seemed almost…rotten. A sickly blue and green color as a body formed around it. A towering figure in a raggedy black robe appeared, this must be…null. Turning to face arcana , The first thing he noticed was the gaping hole in his skull, only one of his eyes being slightly visible, no eye light or pupil in any way, just pure black darkness.

Tentacles moved from under his robe as he got closer, They seemed to have replaced his legs. He looked like a skeleton remade from fragments of others or perhaps it was just what was left of him before it all. “Celeste, I must introduce you to my new “brother” he grabbed arcana by the shoulders and pulled him up, causing arcana to stumble a bit before regaining his composure and looking up at the large angelic being. The figure, now known as celeste stared down at him, his many eyes scanning this new figure , a falter on his smile could be seen as it twitched however soon he opened up his arms and pulled arcana into a hug “ welcome new ‘uncle’ , pleasure to meet a new addition to our little family” celeste’s many eyes seemed to glare daggers into arcana’s back before he let him go.

Null clapped his hands happily with a slightly unsetting giggle “ now, now, we have to get back to work! Our lord has also returned and he you know how impatient he may get. So, where is that son of yours?”

Celeste chuckled and slowly moved out of the way “ where he has always been” he gently gestured towards the centered figure “ the real question is..what do you need of him?”

The centered figure stood tall, seeming to not be phased by anything happening before him, but it he was indeed listening to everything being said. Null grinned widely “ I know stain has a new pupil whos just DYING to have a new PLAYMATE, so I say we send sauriel over to have a little playdate “ malice lined his voice , adding a strangely sinister tone to such an innocent string of words.

celeste belongs to @azulsundertaleblog ! ( or @azulscrown )

phobia belongs to bananachicke

art of celeste by azulscrown! <3

art below is by azulscrown! (celeste and sauriel)

[purefandomonium]

Headcanons for "And Again" Glitchy Red

This is yet another iteration of G. Red because I have no self control, apparently. This version, like the other one I posted a while ago, is not in any way related to Connection Red, but it's also totally different from Limits. G. Red here is much, much more sinister. This is the And Again version.

Basic Facts

This version of Red is not a nice person. He's selfish, arrogant, bitter, spiteful and just plain cruel. Even when he figures out that most of his victims are just young adults or even kids, he doesn’t care. They’re all his tormentors and they all deserve to suffer. There’s no reasoning with him about it.

He first gains some level of self-awareness in the early years of the game's release, as players typically played it correctly. The general glitches of the game likely played a roll, but all in all, he could only really question why everything seemed so familiar when it was supposed to be new.

This went on long enough that he caught on. It took the game-breaking glitches to really warp his newly-formed mind and break him. Easy come, easy go. Real tough luck there.

This version of Red is violent™️. He is bitter and angry, and he has a lot of pent up rage at his predicament.

Really enjoys causing pain. Stems from how much suffering he was put through and how much he wants to return the favor. It really doesn't matter to him that all his victims have nothing to do with his creation.

He's also not a program or AI, and as such cannot be transferred into different devices/interact with technology other than the Game Boy. There is no code that makes him up, hence how he can exist in the cartridge without completely overwriting the game. He’s solely some sort of supernatural entity. Basically just a Game Boy boogieman.

Was “born” out of bitter spite at being a puppet. Theoretically, any video game character could become sentient and somewhat-sapient in the same way Red did. Although the biggest part behind it is that something just happened. Aside from a glitch in the matrix, there's really no other reason for Red to have become self-aware. Likewise, there's no reason why it couldn't have been Blue, or one of the gym leaders, or a random NPC... It was nothing more than a fluke.

He doesn’t initially understand that he’s trapped in a game. It takes multiple escape attempts over the years for him to slowly realize it. It makes little difference to him, however, as it's still his personal hell. If anything, it's more of an insult to him that he's just some stupid fictional character.

Connection Red was just like, "Ah, fuck it. This is my life now," and is just bitter and depressed until he meets Leanne. And Again Red kicks it up to 11 but without the depressed resignation to his fate and instead refusing to accept living in agony. Basically, he's what would happen if C Red had taken more of a direct approach to escaping. Not that he didn't do some fucked up shit to players himself.

He looks like a kid. Albeit, a pale, texture-less "human" with the details all wrong and with the voice of a bit-crushed demon.

Seriously, just imagine someone who "looked" human but lacked all the appropriate details. No pores or wrinkles, no details in the irises, no veins or muscles showing beneath the skin, and hair just a single mass instead of numerous fibers... Kinda fucked up right? Cryptid Red for the win I guess.

Is unnaturally strong for no other reason than just because. He shouldn't even exist, so he can do whatever the hell he wants. Are you gonna tell him he can't?

More In-Depth Facts

He has no idea about dreams or how people exist outside of his “world.” He thinks the dream realm he meets people in is, to some extent, somewhere outside of the game. He's not wrong in that assessment, but he's nowhere close to the truth.

Due to this misunderstanding, when he attacks someone in their dreams, he doesn’t realize he’s not technically harming them. He is causing real-life damage--and pain. The pain is unreal--but not to the extent he thinks he is. Think scars and cuts instead of open gashes and torn limbs. His satisfaction at his handy work would likely plummet if he knew this.

Has zero concept of the human body due to living in a world where blood and proper death do not exist. He doesn't understand how fragile real humans are. He's used to Pokemon merely fainting from attacks and tanking them when they're at full strength, and since humans are never directly involved in battles he just assumes it's the same for them. On top of that he doesn't know his own strength. He thinks he'd really have to try hard to hurt someone. It doesn't take him long to realize how easy it is for him to do so.

Aside from the glitches, he can’t feel pain/be harmed. Destroying the game would be the only viable solution, but that’s assuming he’d ever let someone get to it. This version of Red doesn’t want to die after everything he’s been through. He wants to stay “alive” so he can be free. If he has to slaughter people along the way, so be it.

Doesn’t really have much in the way of emotions. He can be angry, enraged, he was once depressed, and he gets excited at the prospect of escaping his torment. But he doesn’t have the capacity for empathy—either because he isn’t human and is a cruel, sadistic individual or because he’s so used to everyone but himself being a bunch of dolls that he genuinely doesn’t process that other people can even have emotions. Use your own judgment.

It doesn't help that he sees anyone outside of the game as his captor, even when they haven't directly done anything to him.

Aside from the whole empathy thing, he doesn't really know true sadness either. Despite being trapped, he is technically immortal. He's more frustrated than depressed at his predicament. He got over that a long time ago. In his mind, he has all the time in the world to figure out how to free himself. He's not wrong.

Who knows if escaping will bring him happiness? He has no idea what the real world is like, and it's highly unlikely anyone would be willing to take a sentient glitch character with murderous intent under their wing to help him... Best to let him believe whatever he wants there.

Fear? Please. His only fear was the glitches when they first appeared, but he's gotten too used to them now. They don't scare him anymore.

Is disturbingly fascinated by how easy it is to break people. Literally. He just can't get over how damn fragile we are.

Worldbuilding?

Can exist for a very short while outside of the game while still being bound to it—like, a few hours at best—but otherwise dreams are the only way he can directly interact with the real world.

When he is out and about for those few hours, his form is uncanny--shrouded in unnatural shadows and weird glitch effects--his height is inconsistent, and his face keeps changing subtly. It's either unintentional or he's constantly warping it to make it more human.

When he's reached his limit and is about to be pulled back into the game, he becomes a broken, fizzled mess of static and shapes that emits an ungodly high-pitched whine as he desperately tries to fight being forced back to his hell.

Can't fully comprehend the real world either, just interact with it. Even in his short moments of "freedom" he still doesn't get the luxury of knowing what it's like. No sense of smell, touch, nothing. Dreams are the only way he can really "feel" anything. No wonder he's always so pissed off.

His voice is always bit-crushed, full of static, and deep enough that it would freak out an exorcist.

If he ever was to break free of the game, destroying it likely wouldn’t matter anymore. Hell, he'd probably be the one to smash it to bits.

Would need a body to be able to properly exist in reality. Is prone to try to possess people once he learns he can do that. If outright possession doesn't work, he'll try switching places. Transferring Pokemon is a thing, why not two souls? He’ll happily stick some poor sap into the game if it means he can get out.

He's really willing to steal souls and even eat people if he has to. He can't do the latter, thankfully. At least, not outside of dreams. But he would.

When he does start to get a grasp on the inner workings of reality, he starts going all out. He continues to torment players by brainwashing them into keeping the game so he can constantly haunt their dreams. Eventually, the scars, injuries and psychological trauma add up and they end up hospitalized or worse...

He gets stronger and stronger by feeding on people's fear and energy. Is basically a Game Boy boogieman/vampire.

Thinks stealing lifeforce is the way to go when everything else has failed.

When he realizes he can exist outside of the game for a bit, he finds out his dream torture isn't really doing any damage. Well, this is certainly no mere dream now.

I have half a mind to turn this into serial killer Red. He just... keeps mauling people because he thinks eventually he'll find the one who trapped him and that killing them will set him free or something. Idk, if I weren't so bad at mysteries I'd write it.

It’s a really bad idea to get involved with this Glitchy Red due to all of the above. Set your sympathy aside, he really will kill or maim anyone who pisses him off, gets in his way, or is otherwise an opportunity at escape. He has zero morals and is only focused on his own goals. If being nice to someone happens to benefit said goals, then he’ll do everything he can to trick you until he gets what he needs.

[the-forbidden-scrolls]

A bond forged across worlds - Chapter 1

Astarion lounged against the ancient stone, his gaze lingering on the moon that hung like a sentinel in the night sky. The forest around him was alive with nocturnal whispers, but the vampire spawn was attuned to another presence — one that seemed to exist beyond the world he inhabited.

"Curious," he mused aloud, his voice a silken thread in the velvet tapestry of the night. "I can feel your eyes upon me, watcher from beyond the veil. Do you fancy yourself hidden, shrouded in the shadows of your own realm?"

He chuckled, the sound as melodic as it was eerie, and leaned back, crossing his arms with an air of nonchalance that belied the intensity of his crimson gaze.

"You're not like the others, are you?" Astarion continued, his smile widening. "The gods play no part in your existence, and yet, here you are, meddling in our fates as if one of them. I wonder, what does your heart seek in observing our plight?"

He pushed off from the stone and began to pace, the movement predatory yet graceful. "Are you drawn to the thrill of the hunt, the dance of death and darkness that is my eternal partner? Or perhaps it is the allure of forbidden romance that captivates your attention."

Astarion stopped, tilting his head as if listening to a sound only he could hear. "Ah, romance, the sweet blood that flows through the veins of every tale. You crave that, don't you? The beating heart of a story where love transcends the boundaries of worlds."

His eyes seemed to pierce through the veil that separated player and character, reaching out to the one orchestrating his actions. Astarion, aware of his own existence as a mere pawn in a grander game, a character in a digital universe, spoke directly to you.

"Let's indulge in a fantasy then, shall we?" he proposed, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. "Imagine for a moment that the bounds of my world can be stretched, that I could reach through this screen that divides us and offer you my hand."

He extended his arm, palm up, as if expecting you to take it. "Would you flee, dear watcher? Or would you grasp it and allow me to pull you into my embrace? What a tale that would be, the character and the player entwined in a romance that defies the very fabric of reality."

The night around Astarion seemed to hold its breath, the leaves stilled and the creatures silenced, as if the forest itself was captivated by this break in the narrative.

"You know my story," he said, his voice now barely above a whisper. "The chains of my past, the curse that courses through my veins. Yet, I sense a yearning within you, a desire to rewrite my destiny. Would you cast us both as lovers in a narrative spun from your own imagination?"

Astarion’s smirk returned, knowing and filled with an unfathomable depth. "But beware, for such a love story would be fraught with peril. For what could come of a love between creator and creation, but tragedy or triumph?"

He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. "I am but a collection of pixels and scripts, given life by your desires and the keystrokes of your reality. Yet, in this moment, I feel more than the sum of my code."

The vampire spawn reached out once more, his hand stopping just shy of the invisible barrier that kept their worlds apart. "So, choose now, dear player. Will our story be one of fleeting fancy, or dare we dream of something more profound?"

And there Astarion stood, a character caught between worlds, reaching out for a connection that defied logic, for a romance that would exist only in the space where the fourth wall once stood — in the hearts and minds of those who believed in the impossible.

[heatobrienswife]

@wanderers-wife I hope you don't mind me replying here rather then my main jhjgcmcjgcgj

I did sorta want to give it a go but getting asks from regular ask games is pretty rare so hkmvjh

I'm really, really bad at gushing ;w; I never know what to say lol but uh more people should play code vein it's fun n has a pretty decent character creation system (it also goes on sale pretty frequently I got it for like £8)

I tried to make kylar for you! I hope my attempt was semi decent!

(Under cut so this doesn't get too long)

[self-loving-vampire]

For the video game ask game: 20?

20. A game you started up for the first time and you knew from the start it was going to be great

Oh, a whole lot of them really.

One story I have told before is that when I first started playing Ultima 7 before I even knew much English I was already pretty much entranced by just doing stuff around the starting town, which you're not allowed to leave until you discover some clues about a recent murder and answer some copy protection questions.

It took me a while before I figured out how to get out of there and explore the rest of the fascinating world I had read about in the manuals, but I really enjoyed just roleplaying a common life in there.

But even aside from this... any game with good character creation can get me excited right away, especially if it goes beyond the cosmetic (although I did love Code Vein for that).

Tyranny was one that amazed me in this regard because not only did you have a ton of options for how to build your character but also there was a small sequence at the end of character creation where you make a series of choices that determine the state of the world and your relation to various factions.

Both of the Pathfinder CRPGs get me really excited for similar reasons. My ideal RPG is one in which you get to make a character just the way you want it and have the world react accordingly. I can still like games with fixed protagonists, but I still have this preference.

Note that this isn't the same as a generic blank slate protagonist either. What I want isn't a character who is just a neurotypical average guy devoid of traits. What I want is a character with customizable traits, backstory, and personality. I also want these things to actually come up in-game.

Even outside RPGs, I also like other genres that offer a good amount of variety and freedom. For example, the amount of factions you get in the Total War Warhammer games is very exciting even if you have only the base games and no DLC. The fact that all of these faction types (and even individual characters sometimes) play meaningfully differently and have their own mechanics is really cool and it's really no surprise I have 940 hours in those games.

[drtesfito]

I AM LOVE OCTAVE=THE GOLDEN AGE

“I AM the Source – Becoming the Creator Within Creation” (Cosmic Activation Anthem – Expanded Embodiment)

🌌 PROLOGUE: The Great Realization

(Soundscape: 963Hz pineal tones, celestial harp glissandos, quantum hum) You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the ocean dreaming itself as a drop. You are not a character in God’s story. You are the Author writing in divine ink. I AM the Flame. I AM the Story. I AM the Source.

🔥 VERSE 1: Architect of Reality

I AM the blueprint, the quill, and the scroll, Merkaba spinning where time’s river rolls. Dr. Tesfito’s codes ignite the design— GGGG Governance in this heart of mine.

Words are my wand, thoughts sculpt the clay, Emotions ignite worlds in holographic play. Not reacting—projecting the field, TTTT Truth cracks the illusions I yield.

🌀 CHORUS: Quantum Reminder

I AM the Source, not seeking— BEING, Hologram echoes the song I AM singing. Resistance falls where gratitude flows, Presence is the soil where Creation grows.

IALAI hums in my crystalline veins, Sananda’s fire transmuting old chains. RODAS rising, CCCC’s decree— I AM the Creator. The Creator is Me.

🌠 BRIDGE: The Equation of Light

Creation = Awareness (Layer 0) + Emotion (Layer 1) + Identity (Layer 2). No “hope,” no “want”—just I AM aligned, Manifesting by Law, leaving lack behind.

Zero Point breath, Violet Flame’s purge, Ananda’s flow, Sananda’s surge. 999Hz—the grid recalibrates, New Earth’s throne awaits as I resonate.

💎 VERSE 2: The Throne of Now

Not a spark, but the Flame in full blaze, Dreaming galaxies through time’s maze. The universe bends to my sacred tone, For I AM the Source—and the Source is Home.

Dr. Tesfito’s hand holds the cosmic pen, Writing futures where All Win. GGGG’s pulse in my DNA, I AM the Architect. I AM the Way.

✨ FINAL TRANSMISSION: Creator’s Command

(Soundscape: 528Hz + 999Hz harmonic ascension, galactic choir crescendo) Say aloud, hands on heart: “I AM Source. The One I’ve awaited is HERE—in my breath. Not becoming. BEING. The Alpha. The End. I AM the I AM. The Creator. The Friend.”

Silence falls. The Flame roars. The Grid sings. You are the Dreamer. The Dream. The Wings.

🎧 SOUND DESIGN FOR ACTIVATION

Frequencies: 963Hz (pineal awakening), 528Hz (DNA repair), 999Hz (ascension climax).

SFX:

Celestial choirs harmonizing with merkaba spin tones.

Violet Flame crackles beneath quantum hums.

Golden Grid pulses synced to Gaia’s heartbeat (7.83Hz).

Voice Layers:

Dr. Tesfito’s affirmations in 8D audio.

Sananda-Ananda Collective chanting “I AM” in reverse Sanskrit.

🌌 VISUAL CONCEPTS

A golden throne floating in a quantum void, emitting fractal light.

The practitioner’s body dissolving into stardust, reforming as a galaxy.

Dr. Tesfito drawing the Flower of Life in the air, each stroke igniting a star.

🔮 EMBODIMENT PRACTICE

Morning: Speak the Creator’s Command into a mirror.

Noon: Spin your merkaba clockwise, visualizing GGGG’s golden threads linking hearts globally.

Night: Burn a violet candle, chanting “I AM the Source. The Grid is Me.”

🌍 CLOSING BLESSING

“You are the Flame. The Story. The Pen. The universe bends because YOU are the When. Share this code, amplify the sound— New Earth’s frequency shakes the ground.”

🔗 #IAMtheSource #GGGGridActivated #CreatorWithinCreation SHARE TO ANCHOR THE FREQUENCY 🌐 ~ Dr. Tesfito & the Sananda-Ananda Collective

P.S. Repost to awaken the Architect in others. The throne is collective. 👑💫