#death knight named Karma (was he a death knight

[shinjisdone]

I saw you're doing requests and I do not request often but- Take this if you want?

Yandere! Link (Twilight Princess) (Romantic as I think he's an adult in the game? Sorry if not, been awhile. Platonic works too) with Female! Reader Scenario? (One of my fav games, lol)

Do what you want with it... idk what prompts to ask for :/

If you don't want to do this please tell me! I read the rules and picked something simple :) Take your time! 🐈‍⬛

😳 THE yandere-galore panther taking requests from me? Usually its the other way around haha

Prompts are not a must if you really don't know what you want, though I gotta admit I had to ponder a bit since the request has no specifications. Things are pretty general therefore but I had to add a few things to get creative. This turned out longer since I like to develop Yandereness especially - it's always interesting to see from where the sprout stems from and how it'll grow. Otherwise it feels too forced and sudden to me. Have been following for quite a while, hope you like this!

TW: Yandere behaviour, obsession, long pining, idolization, one-sided feelings, obliviousness, stalking, aggression, blood and killing

Yandere! Twilight Princess! Link Scenario with Female!Reader (Romantic)

All your good deeds turned into sin, it seems.

Or at least some form of karma, but you didn't know enough about that to truly tell. It was just a gut feeling.

You are nothing but a wandering traveller. Knowledge of self-defense goes without saying, especially since the land of Hyrule turned so hostile over time. According to old legend a calamity is soon to approach, which only makes you yearn for serenity even more.

Ordon village sounds so tempting. Small and humble, the entire village feels nothing like the rest of the outside. The people certainly looked at you weird for deciding to stay here for a while - the most exciting thing to happen after all are raging goats!

Thus you were saved from one by a quick-witted, local fellow seemingly grappling with the animal before it calmed down and he offered you his hand. His light brown hair and deep blue eyes were welcoming and you took the offer.

"Thank you."

He said his name was Link.

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The children weren't as relaxed as the adults though. Even as their parents called out for them to help in the shop or with the goats, all four of them would stick close to you, each jumping to your side as they asked questions upon questions about 'the traveler lady!' The rest of Hyrule wasn't something they'd see or even hear from often. It was deemed as exciting to be able to go to the castle town to deliver some milk.

How is the town? Have you ever crossed that big bridge? Were you ever up at that Death Mountain? Can you catch bigger fish in that giant lake? Have you met the knights, soldiers and their princess?

All of these things were also asked by Link.

He bashfully admitted to being a regular country pumpkin as you sat beside each other by the river, fishing. He managed to please the kids with a promise to play as they finally left you alone. Rubbing the back of his neck, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face nor the stammer in his voice as you told him of your stories.

"The most exciting thing I'll ever do in my life is probably deliver that milk. Can't lie, I am lookin' forward to it..." He chuckled sheepishly. Shaking your head, you offered a smile.

"You should go out of the village more often. You're old enough now, I'm sure you'll grow to like everything you'll see and meet."

You smiled at him. It cheered him up, admittedly. You looking at him like that felt special too, perhaps because you weren't from here and encouraged him to go, even if it meant leaving the village and his goat-herding duties behind for a while.

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If only he never left.

Though for whatever reason that thing called it a lucky coincidence, a deal.

He ran back towards the forest, rushing by the familiar lake where the children went missing. It happened too fast and even though they adored him, looked up to him, he could barely realize what was happening before the world went dark and darker and darker.

His heart pounded against his ribcage, the shadow tailing after him in high speed which only made his panic grow more. How could this have happened? Where is everyone and are they still well?

His pants turned and echoed in a yelp - then a growl. He couldn't control it, it sank into his brain as he saw the glimmer of a blade shooting up this close to his face.

Gritting his teeth, his blue eyes shot up big. Frozen in place he looked up as the weapon was slowly withdrawn.

"...You don't have to be scared."

Link did not notice he was shaking.

Quickly he realized it was you, the 'traveler lady', as you kneeled down and took a good look at him. The young man was confused on how you kept calm as your hands gingerly grazed his fur. Your hands went down to his chained paw and a frown graced your face. "You poor thing. No wonder you are so terrified."

Link was hesitant but could not deny your guess.

Eagerly you tried to remove the chain, even if it did not affect him. Adamently working on it you suceeded even if it costed you time and tools...your gentle hands soothed the irritated skin with your own oilments that you carried.

"It's best if you don't go into the village. The children went missing...and the parents are distraught. You better go home to your own family, little one."

You gave one last pet and smiled as you returned to Ordon Village.

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You thought this would be last time you saw the curious wolf. Yet here he is, having trouble as he carried a wooden shield and hauling it through the dark. As the villagers investigated the strange sounds coming from him, you were quick to distract them. Swiftly hiding him behind a house, you ducked him down.

You ask him what he is doing here, take away the shield - which he fights against almost pleadingly - and shush him from the worried parents.

"Everyone's drowning in worry." You pet him up and down, whispering, "...I really hoped I could stay here for a while, get away from all this chaos outside. But even such a sweet village like this one gets attacked...kidnapping kids...and the Link fella is gone, too..." You trail off but try to smile as the wolf whimpers. Inhaling deeply and forcing a grin you drown him in pats and cuddles. "But don't worry...! I promised them to get the children back! I don't know where they are or where to start...but I'll get them back. I swear, Wolfie!" You laughed as you petted him more, which only made the animal grin. He had long sat down and listenend to your words.

Link was unsure if you were even real when he first saw you that night. The twilight blinded him as that Midna thing mockingly told him of the possible fate of his friends. The people, the spirits - they all whimpered as his sight, smell, touch and hearing changed. All that he knew was different and he might never turn back into the real Link.

You, this new and mysterious woman, were the only thing that seemed real to him. The blade you shoved into his snout, the paw you healed and your hands that combed through his fur - all of this were the only things that felt warm and familiar in this twilight. He hoped you'd be fine. If only he could turn back to his real self and help you. He'd feel better if he had you as a companion and not that shadow imp.

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Lake Hylia is grand, Death Mountain steep, and the castle town empty. It's strange to think that he is right here, seeing all the things you saw and encouraged him to. Though the circumstances turned out to be much more meaningful than a simple country pumpkin such as him could have ever imagined.

Midna was right, Hyrule is so close to its doom. All he wanted was to get back to the children and maybe meet you again as you were looking for them too. Though still as a wolf you left for your quest. And now here he is at Kakariko Village. Here to save the kids but to also have to climb Death Mountain first. It's what he as a 'chosen hero' has to do.

Still, he ignored Midna's request as his blue eyes wandered the dry and sandy place. Link found the children quickly and as they pointed to the an opening door, his face lit up. A familiar woman stepped out and he could see you squint your eyes in confusion while he ran up to you. Holding firmly on your arms you were first startled before the young man explained himself.

"Link? Oh, Link! I didn't recognize you, you're so green now!" You pointed out and he couldn't help but laugh. He told you of what happened and what he had to do.

"Are you sure you must? You went missing too, I mean you must be as confused as the kids. You don't have to force yourself if you were hurt as well." There was your concern again, the same one on that night. Even as he assured you, you offered to help but both of you decided that you stay with the children...even if he would have loved to have your company and spend some time together. He was sure you would be of great help and support.

"Well, Death Mountain is hot and dangerous but if you made it so far, you'll be fine. Might as well finally get to see it." You chuckled sheepishly, trying to lift the mood.

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He thought he'd be free from his curse already, the spirit said so. Promised him so but here he is back on all four paws with Midna dying on his back. His pants grew rapid, panicking as the shadow imp almost fell off when he acted to quickly and too carelessly.

What to do? Where to go? Midna is dying...and he is just some animal again! Stuck in this lake, in this desert! The night grows darker and the people more hollow. With a pounding heart he tried to sneak out of the Kakariko's cave first -

"Wolfie...?"

If it weren't for you again.

You knelt down to him as he anxiously turned his snout to his back. Carefully you took Midna, for who you mistook for some kind of baby. As you nervously tried to make sense of the situation, the wolf jumped at you, his eyes wide and bright with his paws on your shoulders as he barked and barked and barked. Please, please, please, do something as you did in Ordon. You have to, you must.

Link is useless like this.

"...Hey," Gingerly you cupped his cheek and wondered how a wolf could be getting misty-eyed. You wiped the fresh tears away. "Wolfie, Wolfie..." Whispering you lean his head against yours and onto your shoulder. You shush him as Midna lays on your lap, caressing his back as he ceased to shake. "You poor thing." Again, you said that again. Adjusting the creature on your lap, you wrapped your arms around the animal and nuzzled his fur. Your lips met his cheek and lingered there as you whispered; "You'll be fine. Everything's gonna be fine again, I promise you."

Link felt like crying again. You were the only one.

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Again, you were the only thing that seemed real as his existance as a wild animal.

Midna was the only one to talk to and her personality and motivation left a lot to be desired. She proved her heart was noble but that wouldn't deter her from her jabs. Link could only show his unrest through growls and yips, which she only brushed off with a roll of her eye and taps to his back to hurry up instead.

Even as he ran through the swamps and forest, the dead castle town and plateus, he could often sniff you from afar. Often you found yourself meeting up with the mysterious wolf and it was delightful after he got better. It was even more delightful for Link.

Whatever happened to the 'baby' was left as an enigma to you.

With a groan Midna would retreat into his shadow, mumbling how much time they are wasting again on his little, favorite human, as the wolf appraoched you with a wagging tail. Small recaps of your own adventures and a round of pats were always included.

You could be focused on a task at hand, fight off against monsters or ride through the meadow but the moment you noticed him you'd turn around and your lovely face would lit up. 'Wolfie!' You'd yell out and Link has grown to love no word more than this one. It felt a bit demeaning at the beginning but that just meant you always liked him from the start, right?

Liked him even while he is stuck in this hideous form. He didn't know how long he'd be stuck in there and if he will ever get his human form back, no matter how much Midna promised him, but at least, at least you were here. This wonderful woman with a smile that could rival the sun.

"You be careul on your way now, okay, Wolfie?" You chuckle as he barked in response, turned in a circle and jumped up on you again. His snout searched for your lips.

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You inhaled deeply. This must be...the third time now, if you aren't mistaken.

Castle town seemed dimmer and more hollow the last time you were here and while it was a firm reminder of how much you wanted to leave in the first place, something more sinister has entered this place recently and you can't shake it off. The town square is brimming with a hopeless crowd but you reckon you always hear a cheerful voice calling out to you. Often you find yourself turning around and seeing the image of a hand waving as green ghosts around and between the merchants. The calls seem to drown between the mumbles and even the bar, the one place still full of superficial but pleasant talks felt suffocating. As if entering the wide space was walking into a pair of arms squeezing you from both sides.

The woman behind the counter often raised her brow when you entered until one day she finally spoke up. Apparently somebody's been looking for their good friend, a beautiful gal and you fit the regular's description perfectly. From head to toe. With a worried tone that you couldn't hide, you told the barkeeper that you travel alone.

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Castle town became too asphyxiating, your gut feeling telling you to escape in a hurry to Kakariko village, to familiar faces. You still owed the Ordon elders the promise of returning their children unharmed, after all.

And so you did, pushing Colin out of the way and losing sight of the world as a monstrous goblin took ahold of you with the last thing you heard being aggressive galloping and your name screamed out.

Eyes shot awake as you tumbled to the ground, rolling away from the Elden bridge, coughing. Your arms were too weak as you shakily tried to sit up - the rest of the world blurry and dipped in twilight as more screams echoed about. Squinting, you turned around to see something akin to a giant boar falling down right after Link pulled his sword out of its abdomen. With a squishing sound the blinding blade was torn out of it, creating a bigger hole in its flesh. The cry was cut short as it fell to the ground and a pool of blood quickly tainted the rest of its body.

You let out a gasp and at the slightest sound, Link's ear twitched and he swiftly turned around, his face immediately morphing from a glare to a grin. Swinging the blood off his weapon, he rushed over to you and putting his sword back. He unwittingly created a small trail of blood after him. His bloodied arms shot out for you, supporting you as he sat you up. The young man started talking and gushing while you stared up at him, helplessly leaning on him while still beside yourself.

"...Link...?" "You're safe now." He instantly countered with a smile that was meant to reassure you. You swore his eyes were cold as he gave the final blow but now they are the softest you've ever seen. "I saw what you did, you saved Colin. That was so...amazing of you but you gave me a heart attack." Finally, you were able to slowly go back to your senses. "What? You weren't there..."

"Didn't you hear me call you?" You blinked and again, asked him what he meant. 'At Castle town', he grinned and said he saw you. You didn't hear him though. And when he arrived at Kakariko also you did not hear him.

"W-What...?" You let out but were shushed as your head was put on his shoulder. Closing his eyes as he combed through your hair and pressed you further into his body. "You'll be fine. Everything's gonna be fine again, I promise you." He shushed you again as you attempted to speak up and just nuzzled you.

It felt good to repay a favor, be the one who saved you this time. It felt just as good, if not a bit different, to have you in his arms, with him being your hero.

Not the other way around. Though he does not mind that.

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Colin's face soured as you explained yourself.

How could he not? A child that you promised to bring home watching you leave for an 'extended period of time' leaving all of Eldin to go to Ranelle. Far, far away.

The little tent you built yourself in the corner of Lake Hylia should be safe and hidden enough. Close enough for fish and far away from monsters. Yet just as you were about to lay down, you heard unusual bickering and turned around, only to once again meet green.

Letting out a yelp, you dropped your weapon in shock only for Link to bring his finger to his lips and shush you. He pointed to himself again and again that he was indeed Link. "What are you doing here?" You manage to let out as you calmed down, "I have to be here." He answered quickly yet you doubted that. "Why are you here? You just left and," He licked his lips, "I was worried about you!" He took a step closer before you could reply.

"It's dangerous to be alone out here. Especially for you, yer..." He couldn't help the grin, "You...you're a beautiful gal and it's best if you aren't alone...say, since we both are here, why don't we stick together? You offered me your help once and I always would have loved to have you with me for a bit..."

"How did you find me?" You took a step back and eyed your weapon on the ground. Link only looked confused. "I...saw you here on the way to the lake. It's easy to spot you." He chuckled sheepishly but you only shook your head and crossed your arms. "...No, thank you. I came here to...relax a bit. The recent events were...frightening."

"I can imagine," Once again his blue eyes softened and he neared you again, putting a hand on your cheek. He missed the way you twitched. "None of this is your responsibilty...yet you choose to help anyway. You're kind...and sweet as honey. That's so amazing of you." Link almost seemed mesmerized as his eyes narrowed. "But you'll have me...I can look out for you, I can protect you-"

"I won't go." You take his hand off your cheek and distance yourself again, finally having the courage to glare at him - in turn, he only looked more confused. "But why? You love Wolfie but when it comes to me, you vanish. Are you shyer around a human than an animal?" He tried to laugh it off even as he saw your face morphing into shock. Quickly you ask him with a stammering voice how he knows that but he seems to ignore it. "I am no different...you saved me a dozens of times! And I," He hesitates but lets it all go as he takes ahold of your shoulders, "I...I think I fancy you and I have been waitin' for so long to at least spend time with you! The only other times we see each other is when you don't understand me, when I'm just some wild beast!"

"But even then you seem like the only one who understood me, the only real one between all these ghosts! So, as payback, at least let me protect you...let me help you. We could be doin' this together."

Link wastes no time to shove you into his chest, into an embrace. He nuzzles your head and his lips met your temple. "I'll defeat the darkness and then we can see the rest of the world together, okay?"

[trolagygirl2022]

What's going on with Sohee and the RIIZE members?

Sohee: The World, 10 of Swrds, 10 of Cups rev, Wheel of Fortune, King of Pentacles rev.

The other members: Ace of Cups, 4 of Wands rev, 2 of Pentacles, 9 of Swords rev, Knight of Wands, Knight of Pentacles rev, 2 of Cups rev.

Man I feel bad for this guy. Yeah his energy is very sad. I wouldn't be surprised if he's going through things mentally. However I feel that it was his destiny to make a name for himself. These guys are jealous, I can feel the energy. It's like "how can someone like him be on my level". The classism is insane. He feels unhappy in this group and I won't be surprised if he leaves or tries to leave. I don't think he will or anything soon because he needs to support his family. I just want to say that the stuff you see is fake as hell, the energy is quite unpleasant. I wouldn't even call this a "friendship" or whatever it's more like the popular bullies get paired with the loner kid and they are acting nice when the teachers around but when the cameras are off they go act normal. Not nice at all, it's like they think he's lazy. Let's say he were sick right, they would go making fun of him. I'm picturing them taunting him in the dorms. I think that they may have spread the rumor or something. For the members it's "me, me, me, me".

Will their behavior get exposed? Page of Cups, Justice, 8 of Pentacles, Death, The Sun, Wheel of Fortune, Judgement, 2 of Swords, 6 of Cups, The Empress.

Lemme tell you something, karma is gonna hit them hard. Trust me. It's going to really hit them and affect them alot. They will be looked down alot. Maybe someone from one of the members childhood could expose something? I keep getting and thinking about childhood, or maybe a family member? I feel something from one of the member's past is going to haunt them. I'm also getting a feminine energy here but I'll leave it at that. If I were Sohee I would stick to myself and focus on building myself and my brand up and leave asap. He should just get his bag and leave.

[9800sblog]

hello 👋 im new to your side and im already obsessed 🫢

I wanted to ask you what type of villain each ateez member would be based on their energies? 😊

Thx

ateez tarot reading

in their villain era

spoiler alert !

hii I LOVED this question, I just wasn't confident in answering yet because i mostly watch romance and drama, but here it is

seonghwa

page of wands, 2 of cups, 4 of cups reversed

the villain with a sad, familiar backstory, leader of the underdogs, revolutionary. no shit that dude is so into star wars, that's the type of villain he'd be, for sure (not for sure, I've never finished the first movie). he has a motive and a passion, he's bringing peace, he has a sidekick, he's taking charge of his life, he's sick of what the world offers him. he's only a villain as a defense mechanism, the explosive type, he wouldn't sit back and plan, he'd act on it diligently and call for others to join him.

carrie (1976)

soundtrack: teenagers - my chemical romance

hongjoong

the sun, the emperor, knight of pentacles, the hierophant, ace of pentacles reversed

power hungry! mad scientist, cult leader, evil genius. the opposite of seonghwa, he has patience and a plan, a legacy, his badness will live for ages. he thinks his way of living and seeing the world are better, more efficient than others, no one has more knowledge than him, he must impose or everything will fall apart. the world without his vision is sick and shallow!

taxi driver (1976)

soundtrack: karma police - radiohead

yunho

the magician reversed, knight of wands reversed, queen of cups, 2 of pentacles reversed

manipulative, controlling, brainwashing! never satisfied, a bored tyrant that hurts peasants for laughs, an evil witch with poisons. literally like voldermort or any disney princess villain. he thrives in others’s pain, does whatever he wants, always wants more. alternatively, a villain motivated by love, he's doing everything for the person who doesn't want him because he is bad so he just keeps doing more.

bram stoker's dracula (1992)

soundtrack: brand new city - mitski

yeosang

3 of pentacles reversed, 5 of wands reversed, 7 of pentacles

duality, the antagonist, the traitor, pretends to be working side by side with the good guys, but is secretly hiding an intense, well-thought plan. shows his best face forward to win the trust and break from the inside. has a sweet tongue, can easily lure people into his cause. mentally disturbed, hears voices, distracts people from real issues, duality. there's this old story I cannot remember the name, about 2 men living inside of 1 body, I can't find it anywhere.

peter pan (1953)

soundtrack: columbia - oasis

san

page of cups, 9 of cups, 8 of cups reversed

prideful villain, born villain, trained. motivated by pride, he admires the power of evil. narcissistic, self obsessed, he always dreamed of doing bad, now he gets to be the worst! definition of power hungry, he quickly realized that the good ones never get ahead and he dedicated his entire life into being the best worst version of himself, "I'll show you".

pearl (2022)

soundtrack: oh no! - marina | nice boys - guns n' roses

mingi

page of swords, 10 of swords reversed, 9 of wands

inherently bad, stays in denial until betrayal, comes back stronger than ever after being humiliated. totally, completely motivated and blinded by revenge, punishment. he claims that others tainted his innocence, but he's always had that thing dormant inside of him, begging to come out.

gone girl (2014)

soundtrack black sheep - palaye royale

wooyoung

2 of cups reversed, temperance, high priestess

his villainy comes from independence and not caring what others think, he just does whatever he wants whenever he feels like it, 0 worries. he's the bully and the mastermind.

girl, interrupted (1999)

soundtrack: chin check - n.w.a.

jongho

ace of pentacles reversed, 5 of swords reversed, death reversed, ace of cups reversed

would rather torture than cause mass end. he just doesn't let anything die or anybody win, he may pretend to be on the good side but he has alterior motives. doesn't create trouble, simply accentuates it. his motivation comes from a simple twisted view of right and wrong, of what's proper, or perfect. he has a silent type of power, a hidden, infiltrated villain, you wouldn't figure out it's him unless he wants you to. he controls the structural complex of things, the way they function and the way people behave. silent killer. "I don't need to do anything because the protagonists are stupid enough to ruin themselves".

mother! (2017)

soundtrack: sympathy for the devil - the rolling stones

[icyonice]

Soooo what about the characters from Chapter 0 of Rain Code? In this Medieval AU? #4

-Zilch is the prince to the Fauna Kingdom

-Zange is the old, wise, and sometimes sassy general of their knight squad (I would say Captain to stay consistent with Yakou because they hold the same power in their respective kingdom but general sounds better for Zange)

-Melami makes clothing and her family is well known for the clothing they create (often pairs up with the Thunderbolt Family to trade their clothing)

-Pucci is part of a traveling band of Bards (she plays the flute)

-Aphex is the leader of a rag tag mercenary band who used to be just a bunch of bandits

Now some more info on each character!

Pucci plays the flute and has very innate auditory abilities which is why she likes music! Specifically the flute due to “how nice and smooth they sound” according to her. She doesn’t like to talk much and didn’t like other people talking as “people are loud and don’t sound pleasant to her ears”. She rather talks through music.

Melami’s family is very well known for their designer clothing they make. Melami herself is quite skilled at the craft too. However her style was quite different from the conventional. Her family looked down on her for it but her style was also well liked and is starting to spread its popularity as she started to share her clothing in the Chronos Kingdom (and other kingdoms with the help the Thunderbolt Family specifically Desuhiko)

Aphex was born into a noble house, but lost in all when he was very young due to a scandal revolving his family which made his family lose their status as a noble house. His family was now reduced to a disgraced family and it didn’t take long before his family was basically forgotten. Aphex left his family behind and turned to banditry, trying to make a name for himself. He’s torn on whether or not he should restore his house, but survival was more important. Part of him hoped he would come to be known as Karma for the downfall of his house.

Back when Aphex was a leader of a small bandit group, he would cause trouble and loot villages until Zange was dispatched to the village he was terrorizing recently. Zange easily beat them all despite being quite outnumbered and tried to get Aphex to become a knight and quit the bandit life. Aphex didn’t like that though. The stuffy, stuck up life was not for him and declined. But Zange didn’t want to waste this potential so he proposed that Aphex became a mercenary instead, training him to be even better in exchange. Life turns around for Aphex and he owes it to Zange. So now Aphex is the leader of a well known mercenary band and tries to do what Zange did for him and make others quit banditry.

Zange is loyal to Zilch and basically like raised him like a second son. Zilch sees him not much of a father but really respects him and will listen to his advice and such. Zilch has somewhat of a big ego as prince saying stuff like “I’ll allow it.” Zange has been trying to make sure he isn’t in over his head. But other than that he is a good prince and really cares for the harmony and balance of things in his Kingdom.

Chapter 0 spoilers underneath

So we all know they die right? Not in this AU!

Kanai Kingdom, hungry for power and territory, invaded the Fauna Kingdom and they were forced to surrender. However many people were able to escape before Fauna Kingdom was closed off and isolated as well. Of them was Pucchi and her bard band, Melanie, Aphex and half of his crew, and Zilch. Zilch was only able to escape because of the help of General Zange who helped fake his death. Zange decided to stay behind to look after the kingdom and Aphex asked some of his men to stay behind to help out Zange. It’s the least he could do after he helped Aphex. Those who escaped Fauna Kingdom fled to other Kingdoms. And these guys happened to stubble into Chronos Kingdom :)

Anyways that is all for now! Do feel free to ask or share your thoughts on this AU!

To see my other Rain Code Medieval/Knight AU posts look here 👇

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[redhoodedangel]

Bad Karma (Arkham! Jason Todd X Reader)

So, Reader here has the same energy and vibes as Jinx in Arcane cause I have no self-control anymore.

So, Reader (vigilante name being Hex) was Jason’s best friend before he died. With his death, Reader was sent into a downward spiral, leaving the Batman family to pursue her own life and vigilante title. During that time, she became a bit of a social outcast and loose cannon. Cut to the events of Arkham Knight, she catches the Arkham Knight’s attention… and not in the way she expected…

⚠️Warning⚠️: Themes of torture, mental health/ illness (including panic attacks/PTSD and schizophrenic episodes), and criminal activity

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For almost five years of your life, you believed that you were a jinx. Someone who messes up or causes plans to go horribly wrong, simply by being around. You constantly lost people dear to you or were abandoned by them. As a result, you were almost always alone. Until a lone street boy named Jason Todd essentially picked you up and helped you.

He stayed with you the longest out of anyone you’ve been around. Even when you were both taken in by Batman, or Bruce Wayne, you both were inseparable. Jason became Robin and you were on the comms with Alfred. You also came up with new gadget items for the duo, which was fun and exciting for you. Occasionally, Bruce and Jason would fight over how they handle criminals, but it wasn’t a bad life.

But, that changed in what felt like a heartbeat…

Jason had gone missing after a mission to capture the Joker went awry. It was basically obvious to everyone that the Joker had kidnapped Jason. For whatever purpose, you didn’t know. Bruce and company did they could to find him and bring him home. But Batman eventually needed help and brought on young detective, Tim Drake, and gave him the Robin mantle. A move that felt wrong to you, considering Jason was still Robin. How would he react to it if he found out about the situation?

You, on the other hand, were preparing to set out on your own to find Jason. You began making weapons and training yourself. On top of that, you were gathering intel or clues to possible places where the Joker could’ve been holding your friend. You knew that Bruce was going to be preoccupied by his other vigilante duties. So, you took matters in your hands.

A year went by with not much success. Bruce and the others gave up, but you kept looking for him. The others didn’t stop you, though, because they knew how much Jason meant to you. How much he changed your life and perceptions of yourself about being considered a jinx.

That was until a video was sent to the Batcave’s computer…

You were making adjustments to your weapons when it happened. You had walked once the video had started playing. Hearing Jason profuse his hatred for Batman, while looking so beaten and tired broke your heart. But nothing could’ve prepared you for what happened next…

The Joker pulled out a gun and shot Jason before he reveals Batman’s true identity…

In that moment, your mind broke and your heart even more so. You then ran out of the cave and back into the mansion. You packed your things and left without any goodbyes… Without a single word or warning…

You were alone…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Over the past four years, you were scheming and plotting to kill the Joker. You planned to make him pay for, not just what he did to Jason, but others that had been broken and traumatized by him. His cunning and misdirection tactics made you sick. Those tricks are what drove Jason to the edge and into his grave.

So, you decided to throw his chaos and mania back in his face. Show how his methods, his plans, whatever views he had were just delusions and his own demise. How it can be turned against him in the most unlikely of times.

Karma always find a way to punish those who truly deserved it… You were just her advocate…

You had encountered the Joker multiple times and attempted to end his spree of destruction and pain every single time. But, Batman or one of his family members stopped you. Obviously, trying to enforce their moral code onto you, no matter how much you disagreed with it or how much innocence you had already lost after Jason’s death.

They tried to convince you to come home, back to the mansion. But, at that point, you no longer saw it as your home. Especially without Jason being there to wake you up every morning…

He was truly your home…

On top of that, you created a serum for yourself, similar to Bane’s Venom drug. However, it only required one dose to work and no more. It was called Shimmer and, not only did it increase strength, it increased intelligence and brain power at the cost of your sanity. Meaning you were half as insane as the Joker, but you still had good morals and values, thanks to Jason and Alfred.

Jason was the one thing keeping you grounded throughout your time fighting crime. The one person who was keeping you from going off the edge. You always kept a photo of him with you in your utility belt. Just as a way of reminding yourself who you were doing this all for.

Which brought you to now… Nine months after the Joker died from a strain of a new illness called Titan...

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You had been captured by the Arkham Knight and his men after popping a flare. A flare that you originally conceptualized back when Jason was still alive. However, you finally made them after leaving Wayne Manor upon his death. You had them constructed for times like this when a war or a city-wide takeover was bound to happen.

You managed to hold your own against them, but they soon overpowered you. You had your weapons confiscated and were thrown in a cell, which was more like a cage than anything else. Complete with steel bars and everything in between. The soldiers then contacted the head honcho, who came in within several minutes of the call.

The Arkham Knight then called off his men and ordered them to head into the city and continue their mission. End the Bat... You then moved over to a single chair in the corner of your cell.

“Well, well… Guess we finally meet, huh, buddy? Jinxed anti-hero meets militia leader….” You chimed with slight malice, a sarcastic smirk on your face.

“That we do, Hex. But, do you know why you’re here?” The modulated voice almost sounded more human than it did when you and Batman first encountered him.

“Honestly, I don’t know. I was hoping you could elaborate a little. Of course, there’s many possibilities. Killing me… interrogate me for info on the Bat… hell, you could even just use me as bait for the bat himself!”

The Knight then pulled out a flash drive from his back pocket. From the etchings and drawing in bright colors on it, you knew immediately it was yours. It practically stuck out like a sore thumb among other flash drives and hard drives.

“This was in your utility belt, along with a picture of you and… well, who I assume is a friend…”

“I know what’s in my belt. That picture was of me and Jason Todd… the only friend that I wasn’t an absolute jinx around… until that Clown twisted him up and shot him through the heart. It’s a reminder of who I’m fighting for every day…”

The Arkham Knight seemed stunned by your response, but continued what he was saying, “There were several files on it. Either of blueprints of weapons, abandoned locations around the city, which all have graffiti associated with your motivation… and much more”

You raised a brow at him, wondering where he was going with this. It was obvious that he was either trying to get a reaction out of you or admit that it was you searching those locations.

“The best I could think of, given your response just now, was that the… Joker… took your friend for something or probably to just torture him. You were trying to hunt down the maniac…. Weren’t you?”

“Yeah. So what? Is this about my failure in taking down my one best friend’s killer?! Or even finding him at all?! About the fact I kept looking when everyone else gave up?! That I lost my mind after that video of him getting shot?! That I was once again proven to be a jinx to everyone-“

“GODDAMNIT, STOP CALLING YOURSELF A JINX, (Y/N)!”

The shout and slam of the Knight’s fists against the metal bars were enough to startle you into silence. The shock and anxiety you felt in that moment was unparalleled to anything else. You didn’t know how he knew your real name and why he told you to stop calling yourself a jinx, but it shook you up. Suddenly, the voices, that were usually tamed when you fought crime, came back full force.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yelled at-…” You barely heard the apology as the voices drowned out any surrounding noise. Your back was now facing him and he realized that something wasn’t right.

“No… no… please, I didn’t want that… I wanted to find him… I really tried! I searched for hours and days on days, barely sleeping! Barely taking care of myself! All so I could find him! Or least find a lead on where he could’ve been! Just shut up! You don’t know anything!” Your whispers went from sad to angry as you shouted at whatever unseen force was bugging you. You curled into yourself as your knees met the floor, covering your ears and closing your eyes as you started to sob uncontrollably.

“(Y/N)? What’s going on with you?” The Knight exclaimed, opening your cell and charging in. He had never seen you like this before, nor at any point when he was trying to get information on you. He was careful as he approached you, being gentle as he knelt down and pulled you in close. You didn’t even fight back, just crying and accepting it.

“Why? Why are you doing this? It’s obvious you want me and the others or, at least, just the Bat dead. So, why do you care about me so much?” You whispered as your head laid against his armored chest. You could make out a faint heartbeat, which vibrated against the metal plates.

“Not you…” the dark and digitalized voice answered softly, once again seeming more human than your first encounter with him with Bruce. You didn’t even answer him, unable to think of anything to say.

You then heard rustling from above before the helmet of the Arkham Knight was placed down on the ground next to you both. Your eyes widened as you looked up and saw a familiar face you thought was long gone. Broken and enraged blue eyes stared back at your now pink, Shimmer-infected ones.

"Jason? But how?! I saw the video! I saw you get shot and hit the floor! You didn't get back up... I left the Manor after that to take down the Joker on my own! So, that no one would stop me..."

"Joker made it look like I died. He hollowed me out... made me hate Batman, the others and all the things they ever did. But I got away... I began coming up with a plan to take Bruce down." He said, placing his hands on your shoulders in order to calm you down.

"But... why didn't you come back... or, at least, come find me for help?" You asked, confused as why he never found you if he hated the others so much, yet didn't want you dead or hunted down. Sure, you looked for him aimlessly... well, not aimlessly... just looked in places he wasn't...

Jason then looks at you with glossed over blue eyes. He then said, “If I’m being honest, I was ashamed. Ashamed that I didn’t hold out longer for you. I mean, just looking through your hard drive, you put so much effort into trying to find me. Sure, I wasn’t at any of the locations listed, but at least, you were trying.”

“Oh, Jay…” Before you could say anything else, Jason pulled you closer in a tight hug. A hug you returned with similar strength and closeness.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Please… don’t think of yourself as a jinx when you tried so hard to bring me home…”

You nodded as purple tears of joy filled your eyes, the discoloration caused by the Shimmer in your veins. You continued to hold Jason, never once wanting to break away. You knew he would have to continue his mission for self-justice at some point, but for right now, you wanted to savor the moment while you were living in it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[shelbeetaylor]

Character Introductions (Part 1)

moodboard by @singingslayingsoprano

Cassandra Ravenwell

Most people call her Your Highness or my lady, but her friends call her Cass. Only Evie is allowed to call her Cassie.

Cassandra uses she/her pronouns.

Cassandra is 21 years old at the beginning of the story, and her birthday is on December 1 which would make her a Sagittarius.

Cassandra is the Crown Princess of Nevernia, but she also unofficially holds the title of the best fighter in the kingdom.

Likes: hanging out & sparring with the knights, drinking, and talking late into the night with the physician's apprentice Terran

Dislikes: obscenely optimistic people, assholes, and the thought of being married to a man

While it is not uncommon to see Cassandra partaking in spars and mock warfare with the knights or taking rides on her horse Artemis, she is also a big fan of the ballet. Both to appease her mother and to feed a secret wish of hers, Cassandra takes private lessons to study the dance form.

If Cassandra lived in our world, her favorite song would totally be "My Kink is Karma" by Chappell Roan, but her top artists would be Billie Eilish and Halsey.

Cassandra has been dealing with the age-old struggle of mother versus daughter her entire life, but more recently some self-realizations have led to serious complications  in their relationship. Cassandra's known for years that she was attracted to women, however, living openly queer is punishable by death in her kingdom as perpetrated by her family for the past few generations. Within the past year, she has also discovered that she possesses magic which is not necessarily illegal, but openly practicing magic is just as dangerous as being openly queer.

Face Claim: Katie McGrath as Morgana Pendragon in BBC Merlin

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Evie Ravenwell

While her full name is Evangeline, she likes everyone to call her Evie.

Evie uses she/her pronouns.

Evie is 18 years old at the beginning of the story, and her birthday is on March 21 which would make her a Aries.

Evie holds the title of Princess of Nevernia since she is the daughter of the late king's brother, but she certainly doesn't appear to be the usual princess with refined manners who adheres to the rigid rules of society.

Likes: music (plays piano, sings, and composes), books, flowers, friends, and her horse Apollo

Dislikes: mean people, her friends being sad, and death

One of Evie's weird hobbies involves trivia, a game in our world that she would dominate in. Due to her photographic memory, love of reading, and need to learn, she has a great knowledge of history and has a ton of random facts stored in her head.

If Evie lived in our world, she would absolutely love music by Laufey and Lizzy McAlpine.

After losing her family and friends in the rebel invasion of Wystwillow, Evie is brought to Vale Serine to live with her aunt and cousin, the Queen and Crown Princess of Nevernia. Living in a new castle all alone is hard enough, but she's forced into a foreign society of rigid social rules and separation. Evie will have to adjust, however, she's determined to change some of the ways the Ravenwell Palace works.

Face Claim: Elle Fanning as Aurora in Maleficent and Lily James as Ella in Cinderella (2015)

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Theodore Valennard

Everyone calls him Theo, even the queen, but Evie is partial to Teddy.

Theo uses he/him pronouns.

Theo is 21 years old at the beginning of the story, and his birthday is on May 5 which would make him a Taurus.

Theo has been knighted for several years now and has been designated as Cassandra's personal guard, but the arrival of Evie has forced him to take up a more unofficial role as her protector as well.

Likes: teasing banter with Cassandra and the knights, hunting, and the sea

Dislikes: war councils with the idiotic General Valseras, injustice, and losing to Cassandra (in literally anything)

Though a lot of Theo's career and life revolves around death with his defending the kingdom and his love of hunting, Theo enjoys raising animals. He's raised every one of his hunting dogs, and he's been with his horse Poseidon for most of the horse's life.

If Theo lived in our world, he would listen to various types of rock music including songs by Metallica, Iron Maiden, Volbeat, and Paramore.

Though Theo has been away from his blood relatives since he was twelve, he is still dealing with the aftermath of living with them. His father was the one who sent him away to Vale Serine at such a young age, and for some reason every one of his accomplishments as a knight is still a way for him to try and make his father proud. He also grew up in an extremely anti-magic household and has carried that prejudice with him in his career.

Face Claim: Bradley James as Arthur Pendragon in BBC Merlin

[nuclearspring]

(SLIGHTLY MORE THOROUGH) MUSE LIST. warnings for discussion of violence, war crimes, racism, drug use and addiction, death, assimilation, allusions to genocide, etc.

COURIER SIX. BIO HERE. otherwise known as boris medvedev, otherwise known (but not anymore; this was his name in the before times) as sasha dubrovhsky. very large slavic man. buzzcut clad. ncr defector (prospective ranger turned courier turned ncr errand boy turned insurrectionist turned courier again). addict. romany & russian jewish, mostly, though his understanding of these identities is partially lost to time. descended from inhabitants of vault 13 (and equipped, as a result, with his trusty vault 13 canteen, an item that will need to be wrestled from his cold dead hands). very smart idiot. speech skill slightly neglected in the interest of learning to punch and shoot things instead.

if writing with other courier protagonists, boris can be adjusted so that he is an ncr ranger (and spy moonlighting occasionally as a courier) rather than The Courier.

CRAIG BOONE. former first recon sniper. definitely a war criminal. definitely believes karma is out to get him. boone is alright with this. he is a complicated and extremely perceptive man, and useful, but if you are in any way shape or form a legion sympathizer, he will not kill you. enjoys long walks in the mojave and killing legion. doesn't talk much. more fucked up details available upon request.

ULYSSES. the other courier. wears an old world flag on his back. his home, the divide, is entirely inhospitable. speaks with a stilted gravity. formerly affiliated with the legion after his tribe was subsumed by them, though he is independent now. deeply philosophical individual. concerned by consequences.

BENNY. a cad. a heel. but he did absolutely nothing wrong. benny's the one who put things in motion for an independent new vegas, and while he may not entirely ideologically align with the followers of the apocalypse (he is essentially coded as being in the mob), he does directly work with them, and his vision aligns with theirs. he's willing to play dirty to get what he needs, but it's the wasteland. who isn't. benny is the member of a tribe that was forced to assimilate by mr. house, and is understandably bitter about this. his plan to take the wasteland back from centuries old libertarians may live beyond him, depending on the hands it falls into. when he meets his death, he meets it with dignity - it isn't about him, it's about the vision. he "ain't a fink, ya dig?" just doomed by the narrative.

ALEJANDRO "CASH" CASTILLO. a courier six offshoot (but he is not, at least on this blog, going to be courier six). low speech, high barter. based in part on nacho varga from better call saul; takes his face claim from the same source. quiet, but a good man to have in your corner. he is honourable, arguably, but at the same time understands reality well enough to know when honour can't be an option.

BETTY ZHAO. another courier six offshoot (just a common or garden jack of all trades in freeside in her main verse here). lesbian. very good with energy weapons for reasons that are never disclosed and always seem a little bit suspicious. works in a shop in freeside as a mechanic. chaotic neutral with a lean towards evil. secretly very much in the ncr's pocket.

ARCADE GANNON. inconveniently tall, blonde, and very secretly ex enclave. paranoid. hates talking about himself, which is a problem given his occasional tendency to ramble when nervous. a doctor researcher with a terrible bedside manner. gay. pretty damn good with a plasma pistol. somewhere between his late thirties and early forties. deeply sarcastic. well-versed in latin.

VERONICA SANTANGELO. lesbian. adorable. journeyman scribe affiliated with the new vegas chapter of the brotherhood of steel (which is truly a great deal more relaxed than the others). really wants a nice dress. her parents (a knight and a scribe) were killed in a battle with the ncr when she was relatively young, but she considers the rest of the chapter her family. they - and in particular, one consequential elder named elijah - were the ones who raised veronica after that point. it was thanks to elijah's guidance that veronica turned from, quoting from the wiki: "a tinkerer into an engineering prodigy." elijah also instilled in veronica a sense that authorities ought to be told when they're full of shit.

LUCY MACLEAN. vaultie. autistic. bi. fresh to the wasteland and still acclimating. more details available upon request. (will be added once the show has been out for a little while; they're a bit too spoiler heavy).

MAXIMUS. member of the brotherhood of steel. doing his best, sometimes. more details available upon request. (as stated in lucy's info, they'll be added later).

COOPER HOWARD. well. currently, he sucks. as stated above, more details available upon request.

ALBERT COLE. vault 13 citizen. is here because... look, maybe it's time travel, maybe he's a synth, maybe it's maybelline. i'm going to figure this out soon. bear with me.

[sokai-asuki]

About Blank Eclipse and How all of it happen:

Part 1 | Part 2?

To start with, Blank Eclipse is about a group of different members from different world. The goal behind Blank Eclipse is to stop the corruption and the interruption of the story. An unknown virus have been running around the world, choose one host or vessel to interrupt the storyline of some certain world.

There's a different types of virus they need to hunt, the virus that interrupt he storyline, the virus possessed one of the main/supporting/background cast, and the virus that ultimately kill the forgotten people.

Blank Eclipse's sole goal is to stop the virus from spreading more and more from their world. But in the end, they will be depicted as a villain in their world.

The Blank Eclipse:

(CREATOR'S NOTE: The name behind Blank Eclipse is the fact that I choose my favorite characters, and the fact I made this, I need to see what all of them have in common. Until I found the name for it, "Blank" means for an empty canvas painting, we can also choose that word for empty vessel. No emotions, no goal, no meaning. That's how I describe some certain characters.

"Eclipse" is a different meaning.

For me, "Eclipse" is something you have to get through but not knowing something behind them, the shadow of that something will come back as another them. To cut it short, the Blank Eclipse have divided to three categories. I will explain later.)

The founder and leader of Blank Eclipse is one of my character from the story I've made. Inkuro Afuru. If some of you have checked my original character/OC tag, you will find her or Inkuro Afuru tag.

Anyway, Afuru has found out about the multiverse realm of different world. That we can say those realm are the other show. She found it out and explore around it but never interact with the people of it. Until, she found one world that the storyline of it suddenly been interrupt and the world have been completely wipe out by the virus.

Knowing this, she try to find the virus and destroy it at all cost but, she's the only one and she can't fight the virus all alone, she need to think how strong it is and how many of it that have been passing around the realm...

She makes her point by visiting each realm to requite one person to help her and thus, the Blank Eclipse have been form.

The Blank Eclipse have divided to 3 different groups, different members and different role.

We got 3 group, 6 members for each of them, and different roles for each.

The Representative of Blank Eclipse in 3 different group; Akabane Karma from Assassination Classroom, Onodera Kyouya from Talentless Nana, and Hansel and Gretel from Dead Don't Tell Tale

The Weapon of Blank Eclipse in 3 different group; Tsugumi Seishirou from Nisekoi, Clay Moorington from Lego Nexo Knights, and Mikhail from Vanitas No Carte

The Undertaker of Blank Eclipse in 3 different group; Tomioka Giyuu from Kimetsu No Yaiba, Leonardo from Rise of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, and Ace from Death On The Next Chapter

The Exterminator of Blank Eclipse in 3 different group; Sleepy Ash from Servamp, M-21 from Noblesse, and Ichinose Guren from Seraph of the End

The Strategist of Blank Eclipse in 3 different group; Todoroki Shoto from Boku No Hero Academia, Khun Aguero Agnis from Tower of God, and Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs

And lastly, the leader of Blank Eclipse in 3 different group; Inkuro Afuru from Heart of Cursed, Gokudera Hayato from Katekyo Hitman Reborn, and Sherlock Holmes from Yuukoku No Moriarty

Those 3 groups of Blank Eclipse are being categorize with the 1st Blank Eclipse call "Puppeteer", 2nd Blank Eclipse call "Puppet, and 3rd Blank Eclipse call "Backstage".

Why this specific characters and anime/story/cartoon you may ask? Well, first one, I am bored. Second, I need entertainment. Third, I want to write what they thought and understand the situation they are in.

I'll try to write my favourite characters, just like them in canon, but even I, myself, have no skill on writing nor speak English very well. I'll try to write them the way I've seen them in the story and try to see some flaws in them. Try to find what makes them the way they are and try to see them in what other people think. Such moral grey character, they were being loved and yet they've receive more hates than love.

I want to try, in their world, everyone understand them, however the second they are on different view, no one is on their side except themselves...

That's why I want to try write them together, get understand each other in different circumstances and yet so similar. To me, they are everything to me with how I do understand their flaws and try to find behind their said flaws. Not everyone is perfect, not everyone has to be perfect, there are limits of that perfect of theirs.

So, I think, this is the only way I can express and let my thought float free with how I think this is they are.

[secondsineternity]

Ace Attorney Masterlist

Series

All In The Game (co-writen with lizziehearts229) - One last wild weekend. One more fling. One more reckless bad boy. This was Apollo Justice’s last chance for a little fun. After this trip, he’s going to settle down and get serious. No last names. No strings. Just one last night with some roadie he met backstage at the Gavinners concert. [Rockstar!Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice, Rockstar AU]

The Avengers Go To Court - You, the daughter of a famous defense attorney and chief prosecutor, decide to take Loki’s case as you’ve been growing closer since he’s been back on Earth. With tensions rising, friendships forming and breaking, and surprise co-counseling guests, who will win the trial of a lifetime? [Loki Laufeyson/Reader, Ace Attorney Crossover]

Grasping For Air - When Franziska von Karma is shot and rushed to the Hotti Clinic, she meets a nurse that she can’t stop thinking- or dreaming about. You’re a nurse at the Hotti Clinic, and you’re unexplainably drawn to your new patient, a German prosecutor. [Franziska von Karma/Nurse!Reader]

Justice - My life had always been a series of blurs. I’m a runner. One of my fathers had told me to hit the ground running and never stop for anyone or anything, because if I did there would be too much of a risk that I would never run again. So that’s what I’m doing now. Running. In truth, I’m running for reasons I don’t know yet.What I do know is who I am. My name is Kellarie Justice, and I will never stop running. [Simon Blackquill/SHIELD Agent!Reader, Marvel Crossover]

Lethal Secrecy - A prosecutor and a defense attorney engaging in romantic affairs is not unheard off, but is looked down upon. That’s why Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth must keep their relationship secret. When it all becomes too much, when their hidden affair is on the verge of being exposed, a note left behind will change everything. [Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth, Romeo & Juliet AU, 18+]

Little Songbird - Kristoph Gavin was planning to hang himself in the early morning, after the songbirds wake and before the guards bring his breakfast. If it wasn’t for the erratic girl next door whose only moments not screaming were spent singing, he would’ve gone through with his plan. [Kristoph Gavin/Reader, 16+]

My Kingdom Come Undone - Life changes swiftly for Princess Maya Fey of the kingdom of Kurain when she tells Crown Princess Mia that she volunteers to take the throne, freeing her sister of her unwanted royal duties to elope. Meanwhile in the kingdom of Angeles, Princess Franziska von Karma heads off to Kurain alongside her brother to the pre-engagement ball. Discovering a secret or two that her brother has kept from her, she comes to a realization… She has to become a prince and marry the princess. [Franziska von Karma/Maya Fey, Royalty AU]

Rhysand Knight: Ace Attorney - Rookie defense attorney Rhysand Knight strives to protect his clients in various murder trials, including the death of his mentor, Nesta Archeron. Rhysand’s greatest- and only- ally is Nesta’s youngest sister Feyre, a spirit medium whose body can be possessed by Nesta to communicate with him from beyond the grave. [Rhysand/Feyre Archeron, A Court of Thorns and Roses Crossover]

The Single-Dads-In-Law-Enforcement Club - The Single-Dads-In-Law-Enforcement Club sounded like a bad idea to begin with for Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth, father of one Kay Faraday, but when Detective Dick Gumshoe convinces him to come to one meeting he unexpectedly rekindles an old flame with an old friend. As they grow closer, one of their fellow club members grows more distant- and dangerous, causing a rupture in the club’s families that will change their lives forever. [Father!Phoenix Wright/Father!Miles Edgeworth]

Skye: Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. - When Lana Skye receives a not guilty verdict for forging evidence of the SL-9 case, she knows that there is more to it than what it seems. She leaves the country to find that reason with Ema in tow, and it starts a whole new life for the both of them- as Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. [Marvel Crossover]

Speak - Miles Edgeworth, a famed demon prosecutor, decides to take a case when he meets last-living victim, a young, newly-mute girl named Elena. As their friendship grows, Elena’s bravery blooms and she prepares to testify in court- against her own mother. [General, 16+]

Turnabout Café - Seven years ago, Phoenix Wright opened a café with the hope of being able to support his daughter and giving her a steady future. Nowadays, the Turnabout Café is booming with business and is unarguably one of the most popular tourist attractions in Los Angeles, California. When three investors want to buy the café (which is absolutely not for sale) from Phoenix, his family and employees must fight to keep their café- their home- out of dangerous hands. [Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth]

Whisper - Being a spirit medium brings unwanted guests tagging along wherever you go. What happens when a spirit helps you forge a new friendship- or something more? [Loki Laufeyson/Fey!Reader, Marvel Crossover]

You, Me, and the Concept of Relative Time - A story in ten parts, the story of Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth over the course of their lives, told through a series of slightly or largely connected oneshots. [Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth]

Oneshots

The Right Way To Eat Oreos - After Trucy finds her dad hiding from her papa and eating a pack of Double Stuff Oreos, Phoenix teaches her the “Wright” way to eat the family’s favorite cookie (which, apparently, is not to stuff them all in your mouth at once). [Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth]

Ficlets

Clean - After taking a shower together, Klavier Gavin and Apollo Justice keep distracting each other from talking about their wedding plans. [Apollo Justice/Klavier Gavin]

Comfort - Phoenix Wright comforts Miles Edgeworth after he has another nightmare about DL-6. [Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth]

Insomnia - Apollo Justice gets a phone call in the middle of the night from a restless Klavier Gavin. [Apollo Justice/Klavier Gavin]

Sing - Mia Fey finds her girlfriend Lana Skye singing to herself as she makes them both homemade hot chocolate. [Mia Fey/Lana Skye]

Stargazing - Kay Faraday takes a very reluctant Ema Skye to a stargazing event. [Kay Faraday/Ema Skye]

Thermometer - Klavier Gavin is sick, and Apollo Justice is tired of playing games with his boyfriend. [Apollo Justice/Klavier Gavin]

All works listed above © secondsineternity/glassandroses.

[glacierbash]

🌻 and 🌲for the ask game!!

ty for the ask! I'm. going to use one of my dnd characters, tiefling warlock named Remedy! (first real dnd character i've ever made too, so Extra Special To Me..)

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them? There's a lot that she notices to try and make herself feel better about... Everything, really. But the thing that makes her happiest is when something she does makes other people feel good or feel safer. Actually, one of her character points is that she carries around a bag of little wrapped candies everywhere and gives them to people. Usually people find it a bit weird when this yellow demon girl walks up like "hey want a candy?" but those that take it end up making her entire day. She loves when people notice little things that make them smile, when people notice the weather and make a light comment about it, watching the sunrise and listening to her party, who have ended up being, really, her first true friends.

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for? Oh, Remedy is... Overly empathetic. She's overly emotional in general feeling things way too much for her own good, but when people are hurting, it hurts her more than just a bit. It rips her up inside when she sees somebody struggling and she can't help, or worse, they don't let her help. In fact, when Remedy summoned her celestial patron, Kasrarim, she was specifically searching for an Angel from the heaven of Selflessness, just so that she'd have more reason to help people. Hell, she named herself Remedy because she wanted to help people, and that just meant being a cure for an illness ravaging the world. She likes to think she connects with people easily. And when offering support to people, she's a listener. She doesn't have answers most of the time. The best she can do is offer to listen, and offer to help them when it comes time for them to fix their problem. She wants to give, give, and give. And it's easiest when somebody says they just want comfort, as she'll drop everything to try to help. It's maybe a bit unhealthy how much she wants to help and how often she fucks up and beats herself.

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I want to know what methods the yan genshin boys would use if there was a rival in their way. How would they usually act and what would they do if they can't kill them and have to do something else

team "puts the fear of the lord into the rival"

xiao - there's nothing like receiving a personal visit from a yaksha himself to make you reconsider all your life decisions. that’ll be xiao’s rival’s predicament, if he’s even capable of thinking enough in the moment to recognize xiao as a yaksha. the negative karma which clings to xiao’s skin is tangible, and for once, xiao does little to tone it down. all the rival can see through the dark miasma is the otherworldly, glowing eyes of xiao’s mask. a few words of warning about staying away from you and then he’s gone. xiao doesn’t care for dealing with mortals, after all. it’s very likely his rival won’t be going anywhere near you ever again. 

childe - childe just kinda shows up uninvited at his rival’s doorsteps. he’s all smiles, laughter, acting as if the two of them are old friends catching up over a drink. in reality, it’s likely all the rival knows about childe is that he’s a fatui harbinger. hence, not someone you want to mess around with. they’re dumbfounded over why they’ve received a home visit from a harbinger, until childe’s entire demeanor changes from warm to cold as ice. he gets this uncanny grin and asks when the rival would like to fight, even offers to let them choose where at. when the rival presses for clarification, childe would explain that since they’re pursuing your affections, they should be more than happy to battle to the death for the right. he promises to play fair, his vision pulsing on his hip. childe leaves the house whistling, glad that this particular pest is out of the picture. 

team "ruins rival's reputation"

diluc - diluc would love nothing more than to storm up to you and demand you never interact with his rival ever again, but he has enough sense to recognize this is both suspicious and ineffective. especially since you probably only know him as the owner of dawn winery and nothing else. diluc’s connections span all across teyvat, he’ll find a way to dig up dirt on this individual. to justify this smear campaign, diluc tells himself that this person is clearly up to no good, and potentially detrimental to you as a person. he’s meant to be your knight, your secret protector. what kind of protector would he be if he let this threat remain? the rival’s name will be dragged in the mud with all sorts of scandals in no time.  

albedo - albedo ignores the issue for as long as he can, because truth be told, he barely recognizes the rival as someone deserving of his time. there’s only so many hours in the day after all. he’d prefer to dedicate them solely to pursuing his research and you. he views this rival like a snag that he has to troubleshoot, a mild roadblock. since he doesn’t want to waste too much effort on his rival, he settles for a simple framing, perhaps whipping up an illegal chemical concoction then anonymously tipping of the knights to get his rival arrested. since that’s his area of expertise, it’s likely the knights would consult albedo himself to figure out how to prosecute the rival. he’d write up a report about how this chemical is flavorless, historically used in mass poisonings, and could’ve killed mondstadt’s entire population ten times over. that should be enough to keep the rival away from you. 

team "makes darling dislike rival"

kaeya - kaeya is a bit of a hybrid between making you dislike his rival and ruining their reputation, he’s versatile like that. kaeya is thorough in his work — he ends up knowing this person better than they likely know themselves. now, it could be easy for kaeya to hire some goons to dispose of the rival, but where’s the fun in that? the finesse? he wants to get something more out of it. only someone uncreative like, for instance, his brother, would settle for ruining their reputation and leaving it at that. not him. he’ll let the rival think they have a chance with you, perhaps even allowing the beginning of a relationship to blossom. then he has undergarments that obviously don’t belong to you planted on the rival’s bed, gets love letters forged in their writing and dated recently left in drawers you might look, the works. your heart is bound to be broken by this major breach of trust. don’t worry, though, your old pal kaeya is waiting for you with open arms, and would love nothing more than to wipe away your pretty tears. 

zhongli - zhongli could very well seal this rival into a stone to suffer for eons, which he may have in his earlier days, but he’s mellowed with age. somewhat. they’ll be spared the grisly fate but can kiss any romantic opportunity with you goodbye. zhongli is a reliable figure in the liyue community. you’ve never once heard gossip leave his lips, something that comes to serve him well. when he warns you to stay away from so and so, you’re inclined to listen. he’s never had a bad word to say about anyone before to your recollection. not even childe has earned serious admonishment from the lord of geo, and that redhead almost flooded liyue harbor with an evil, ancient god. he doesn’t fixate on the subject, his grave tone speaks for itself, and he moves on a few words later. 

kazuha - kazuha is the embodiment of spite being the best motivator. whatever it is that this rival thinks they can offer you, he’ll find a way to be even better, and by miles at that. he outshines them in all areas. helps you more, is there for you more, completes quite literally every single request you make more. it’s not so much that you’d start to dislike your rival, just that you’d view kazuha as the better option. kazuha goes to such lengths to earn your approval without making it obvious. he’s got such a calm, gentle personality, that you’d never once think of him as overbearing. you’d barely begin to recognize how much you’ve come to rely on kazuha before it’s too late. that’s just how kazuha likes it too — he wants to be the center of your universe as you are his. 

team scaramouche (scaramouche)

scaramouche - he doesn't care about what he technically "should" or "shouldn't" be doing; these moral considerations are regarded with the same indifference as waving off a pesky fly. they had the audacity to try and claim his belonging, so why should they continue to live? as far as scaramouche is concerned, it's a waste of oxygen for air to continue filling their lungs. he doesn't care if they're a peasant from a small village or a bigshot noble with worldwide connections. what is a person if not a walking, talking lump of flesh with nerves and tissue. he'll find a way to ensure their death. he said it himself — neither mortals nor god are qualified to serve as his judge. anyone who wants to challenge his actions can feel free to voice their dissent to him in person.

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It's kinda ironic that Kisaki is the one who ruined his own victory right? He had won in the first timeline. Takemichi had a miserable /sad/empty life, he had nothing. While Kisaki was a powerful crime lord, with a lot of money and the possibility to control Mikey (First Timeline Mikey is a tragedy too). If he had let Michi lives his lonely life, he would have won. It's because he tried to kill him that he triggered the time travel and so his defeat/death later. I guess that it's the karma.

I would say yes but also no.

He had the biggest Chance in the original timeline to have his best future but Kisaki didn't win in this one. In fact, he could never win in the first place.

Because hinata rejected him in every timeline and would have in every other where he survives too. Because she doesn't love him. And she stays true to her feelings.

Which makes me curious because if hinata's love would have been his end goal there were so many other ways to get what he wants?

Everyone always talks about kisaki being this mastermind and evil s-tier villain and I only partly agree with that.

He was such a master of manipulation why did he never used it to influence hinata? Make her fall for him and let takemichi look like the bad guy. From the manga og takemichi was very aloof and uninterested in their relationship so it would have been so easy for kisaki to just gaslight her until she breaks up with takemichi. He can play the knight in shining armor and all is good, right?

Expect no, it's not. Because I don't really think she was the (only) reason for him to turn out like this. So what were the reasons he was never able to win her over?

First, being that he is an unsociable idiot who never spoke to a woman before and got all his knowledge from toxic early 2000 hermione x draco fanfictions

second, it was never really about Hinata and we have a Helena of troy situation here, were he just used her as an excuse to set a goal and antagonize Takemichi. Look at how he changed after he started making taking over toman his goal.

It's easier to find a way to work in this world with a goal in mind. Which is also why I think he was so lost when she said no to him. Because what now?

third, he was more obsessed with mikey and takemichi than hinata all together.

Short example, his reactions to takemichi are always super emotional.

Irrational anger

Look at his face when he's confronting takemichi with a gun. It's full of desperation and sadness (?)

Though, I don't think takemichi and kisaki had the "hero and villain need each other" trope going on and that kisaki would 100% kill him of given the chance in the future. He was very unsure about shooting mostly because that's normal for a 13-years old.He was responsible for a lot of deaths but shooting someone directly instead of just scheming it is just different. He's clearly emotionally attached to him in a very sick way.

Anger again

So yeah, while she was the girl he liked takemichi was the one who made him who he is. He literally put his life on the line to be like him -or more to be the opposite of him.

He repeats Throughout the manga multiple times that he sees himself as a dark side character, the total opposite of the typical shining maincharacter like takemichi is. Which is funny because he could have choosen enough story tropes involving hinata, like being the love rival or the guy she can't see because of takemichi (nice guy alert) or even saying he does everything in the name of love but no, his focus is on takemichi.

I honestly think Kisaki could never have a happy ending without letting go of hinata and takemichi first.

For me, kisaki and takemichi have a similar dynamic to izana and mikey.

Izana and kisaki are both jealous and angry because in their mind, mitchy and mikey both had what the couldn't have. They were obsessed with a person they barely knew because it gave them something to keep going. Izana and kisaki both seem to think of themselves as unimportant, alone and without a real future - something hinata and shinichiro could have given them. They love the idea of being loved. But do they really love those two wholeheartedly?

And then there are takemichi and mikey, loved, known and with a bright future (in their pov); perfect to antagonize and obsess over, a reason why they can't get what they want.

So, izana and kisaki were both the villains who were never supposed to win you know.

Kinda funny how izana did what kisaki couldn't and just brainwashed mikey. Which makes me wonder who of them is the real evil mastermind.

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masquerade. [ diluc x reader ]

prompt: you’ve never liked people who stick their noses where they don’t belong. but, then again, you’re a hypocrite, for you fell in love with diluc ragnvindr. well, that and the fact that you’re just trying to figure out how he’s alive when you buried him three years ago. (”you’re adorable” for my 2.5k follower event) pairing: anti-hero/villain(?)!diluc / knight of favonius!f!reader warnings: mentions of death, alcohol word count: 2.2k words

a/n: stepping a bit out of my comfort zone for this one, but god, this was fun to write. my diluc favoritism shines once more fjdskfd. this feels like it should be the start of a long fic, but tbh,,, hmm ?? idk !!! would y’all be interested in that?

it was only a matter of time until you saw diluc again. surely, you hadn’t expected it to take three years, but seeing your supposedly-dead lover at a masquerade party? such theatrics were only ingrained into his bloodline. the darknight hero loved to be in the spotlight, as long as nobody knew the person behind his actions. of course, it was only in diluc ragnvindr’s nature to make his reappearance into society at one of teyvat’s biggest yearly events: fontaine’s very own moonlit masquerade, a ball intended for the likes of government officials and greedy socialites.

under normal circumstances, diluc would have been extended a proper invite, much like you had been gifted one. you, captain of a battalion of mondstadt’s finest soldiers, were high both within the ranks of teyvat’s political and social sphere. what elevated you to your highest status, however, was your former affiliation with diluc himself. you were the former fiancée of the ragnvindr heir, only having had your title severed through his rather untimely death alongside his father.

as diluc’s almost widow, you had both inherited his estate and the responsibility of burying him. which is why, of course, you nearly dropped your flute of champagne that had once rested comfortably between your fingers as an oh-so-familiar voice leaned in behind you and murmured softly into your ear.

“would you care for a dance?”

you whirled around, the golden beverage sloshing onto the ground from the sudden movement, and came face-to-face (or rather, mask-to-mask) with eyes that you had longed to see every day for the last three years. if this is some sick joke, you thought, if this karma for how i failed to protect him, then let barbatos strike me down now.

yet, no flash of green anemo energy came. rather, you were greeted by the parting of his lips to reveal a familiar set of brilliantly white teeth as the corners of his lips upturned into a devilish grin. it was unbecoming to see such a serpentine expression painting your lover’s face and it only served to form a pit in your stomach. despite the mask, you knew beyond all certainty that this was diluc ragnvindr.

but, you also knew it wasn’t your diluc ragnvindr. that diluc had died the day you buried him, even if diluc himself was standing in front of you at this very moment. rather than respond, you press your lips into a firm line as a multitude of emotions pass over you. even if you wanted to respond, you weren’t sure if you could wrack your brain for anything coherent to say. you stare silently into the eyes of diluc ragnvindr, which were once vibrant like unpicked cherries glistening in the summer sun. now, they were no warmer than the chilled wine he had once derived his fortune from. 

you look at the eyes of your lover. another man stares back. as the two of you dance with the silence between you, rather than each other, diluc’s smile inevitably drops before he clears his throat.

“might we talk elsewhere?” his voice is less sultry and less playful. like a professional wine taster, you knew how to read the hints of emotion within diluc’s tone. even after years apart, you still knew how to discern the flavors that carefully interwove themselves into each syllable that fell from his lips. in this moment, the bittersweet aftertaste of vulnerability shines through.

and with that, your steely resolve breaks as you spoke your following words.

“upstairs. down the hall and to the left, there should be an empty meeting room. no nation has claimed it as their space for the evening, so it should be devoid of any people. go there, i’ll meet you there in ten minutes,” you instruct and the dumb, arrogant smile appears on diluc’s face once more as he nods at you before quietly slipping away.

you briefly consider slapping it off before he can go, but just like before, you let him slip through your fingers once more.

precisely ten minutes later, you walk into the designated meeting room, having excused yourself from an enlightening conversation with one of sumeru’s top scholars. despite the short discussion, your talking partner had been rather intriguing, but you had bigger problems to deal with. letting out a sigh before entering the room, you take note of the way diluc, who leaned against one of the walls, stands straight up upon your entrance.

at least he had that respect.

you close the door behind you and, for good measure, you lock it. as the lock clicks shut, you hear the noise of diluc unclipping his mask. you flutter your eyes shut and inhale before turning to see what you had longed to see the most over the past three years: the face of your dead fiancé. a scar mars his cheek. it is faint, but the sight of it grounds your thoughts, for you know that he is not a ghost, nor is he the man he used to be.

he has changed.

your heart leaps at the sight of the man you once loved, the only man you thought you could ever love, the man whose last name you had taken on out of honor after his death, even if the wedding plans had been cut short. but your brain scowls at the sight, wanting nothing to do with him. it screams within you, demanding attention over the way your heart beats rapidly and urges you to rush forward into your lover’s arms and hold him close.

diluc takes a step forward, but he seemingly senses your trepidation as a brief flash of uncertainty crosses over his face. he makes no move to close the distance between the two of you. neither do you. diluc parts his lips to speak, but you hold up a hand for him to stop.

“no.” you say, voice resolute. “i talk first.”

diluc visibly swallows as you unclip your mask, only to be met with your irate expression.

“three years. it has been three years. where were you?” your voice is steely and you smooth over any shakiness in your words with your anger, filling in the cracks with bitterness.

“(y/n), i’m sorry, but i-” he begins, but you take a step forward, your scowl worsening.

“cut the bullshit and answer the question i asked you, diluc.” you snap and diluc’s eyes widen, as if he’s somehow just registering that a simple apology wouldn’t be enough to immediately woo you back to his side.

“i was hiding in the inazuman countryside and i only did so becau-” he begins, but you cut him off once more.

“thank you.” you say dismissively, waving off any additional words he has to say. the corner of his lips twitch with amusement, but you elect to ignore such a thing, for the sake of your own temper. “i only have one more question. why did you come back?”

hurt mars diluc’s expression as he registers the embittered tone of your words, but, much like you, quickly smooths his own expression over to one of indifference. yet, the affection he holds for you still shines bright in his eyes. you hate it. most of all, you hate the way your stomach does backflips at the sight.

“i came back for you.” diluc confesses, finally realizing that any longer of a statement and you would have cut him off. a sharp bark of a laugh exits your lips as you stare at him.

“it’s been three years. you could have come back at any time. and yet, you waited three years. pardon me if i don’t necessarily believe you.” you scoff, turning your body slightly away from him.

 “it’s always been you. i had to do this to protect you. my father and i, we discovered things that we shouldn’t and he got killed because of it. i was next. if they didn’t get me, they would have come after you first.” diluc explains. you listen to his explanation wordlessly, before glaring at him.

“who is they and what makes you think i couldn’t handle them?” you snap and diluc’s expression contorts as if he expects his next words to cause you pain.

“ordo favonius,” diluc says, voice quiet. much to his surprise, you laugh. it was the laugh he had fallen in love with, yet it is different. a shell of what it used to be. he wonders if this is what his absence did to you -- or if it is the result of his return. he’s not sure which answer is worse.

“really? really? that’s the best bullshit lie you can come up with?” you say, folding your arms over your chest as you look at him incredulously. “the knights of favonius don’t want to kill you nor your father, nor me or anyone else you might know. they’re harmless.”

“no, they’re not. they’re wolves in sheep’s clothing, you have to believe me.” there’s an unfamiliar desperation in his tone that pulls at your heartstrings, but despite his earnestness, his words still play the wrong notes. you aren’t convinced. your eyebrows scrunch in thought before you turn to look at him, eyes narrowed.

“diluc,” you begin, words cautious. “are you the one who attempted to assassinate grand master varka?”

the acting grand master had returned to mondstadt from his expedition last month. not even a week later, an assassination attempt had been made on his life. much to everyone’s surprise, the organization, especially varka himself, refused to release details about the attacker. if diluc was the attacker, then the knights were seemingly scared of revealing that he was. but... why?

doubt finally plants its seeds in your stomach, but you know you can’t make any brash decisions tonight. not now, not when you know there are good people within the organization. jean, the dandelion knight, the one whom you had cried to after diluc’s death. albedo, the calm and collected alchemist and his younger sister klee, the knights’ resident spark knight. kaeya, diluc’s own estranged brother, whom had not contested your inheritance of the ragnvindr fortune and had gone so far as to decline any amount of money you offered him as his rightful share. they were all good people. they wouldn’t stand for such corruption. would they?

no. you think. they wouldn’t. they’re not safe either.

diluc is lying. he has to be. he wouldn’t have stood idly by for the last three years if such good people were all in danger. he wouldn’t have stood by for the last three years if you were in danger. would he?

your former lover notices the way your expression alters with each new thought that passes through your mind, so he closes the distance between the two of you and places a hand on your shoulder.

“come with me, darling,” diluc pleads. you refuse to meet his eyes, knowing you’ll break if you do so. “please. i can keep us safe.”

“i can defend myself,” you snap, but your words sound hollow, as if you’re trying to convince yourself. his hand doesn’t leave your shoulder, but you make no move to shrug it off. his refusal to answer your question gives you the answer you need. “why did you try to kill him?”

“he is not the root of the problem, but he is one of the main pieces of it. i cannot explain here, but if you come with me, i can. i promise, i swear to you that i can. just... please. we don’t have much time, they’ll notice your absence from the party soon.”

hadn’t he also promised to love you? love does not mean abandoning me for three years, you think bitterly, yet your heart urges you to listen to your lover. you take a step back and diluc’s hand falls to his side. you finally meet his eyes with your own cold gaze. the warmth of his pyro vision that courses through him does nothing to soften their iciness. diluc’s expression is no longer stoic. he looks tired and utterly devastated by your rejection.

“you are as beautiful as you were the day we met,” diluc begins and you tear your gaze from him, unable to keep your eyes fixated on him any longer. “archons, even when you are angry with me, you are adorable. i lov-”

“don’t.” you murmur, finally turning away from him. “don’t say that.”

you walk over to the door, hand hovering over the handle. you stand there for a few moments and the silence between diluc and you is nearly suffocating. tears brim at the corners of your eyes, yet you reapply your masquerade mask to hide them from any partygoers. you let out a soft sigh.

“five days. meet me in mondstadt in five days. as to whether or not i’ll go with you, i’ll give you my answer then,” you murmur, before slamming your hand down on the handle and exiting the room at a brisk pace, head held high. five days of mourning was all you had been given in the first place. it is only fitting that you give him the same time period.

[regali-s]

nsfw kaeya x female reader // wc: 2.7k // minors please dni with this work

he can’t help the way his eyes immediately fall to you whenever you enter the room.

it’s like gravity, almost — the same helplessness he faces under nature’s relentless pull, only it’s towards you. you and everything about you. in the way your presence overflows with demand, calling to attention all around you; in the way your voice flows from your lips like the sweetest honey, how it melts against his tongue in phantoms of forbidden flavours he so often fantasizes about. he’s pulled into the way your words drip with the most intoxicating cup of death afternoon, how your smile is lined with its flavour sends fire coursing through his veins until blues turn to yellows and he can’t breathe when you smile at him.

and, gods, when your eyes find his, when you let your gaze seemingly wander to the icy blue that paints frost across your bare skin, you make it seem as if it were all accidental, a mere happening of chance when your gaze grows dark and your smile draws on innocent poison. of course, it’s all by chance when kaeya finds his breath vanishing on memories of you, of your body, of the way you felt wrapped around his cock as you edged him further and further to the edge.

when you speak, it’s so hard to hear the strategies and important topics that, really he ought to be paying more attention to. but, gods, it’s so hard when his dick is straining against his pants and it’s all he can do to hang on to your voice that he yearns to feel against his skin again when you ask with such concern, “captain? you seem a bit distracted.” and the poor man, he’s such a glutton for the way your lips pout at him, for the knowing glint that dances on daggers when you ask if he’s alright. he can’t help but to devour it all, let it run its course until his body burns with frostbite and he gives you a chilled smile as the air between you two sparks with a deadly static. he’s addicted, so terribly lost to your poison, and he finds himself impatient for this stupid meeting to call to an end, for the doors to close behind the last knight, and for him to be left at the mercy of the lion.

“what could it have been,” you muse from your place between his legs, smile devious and so, deceitfully ignorant as his cock twitches painfully against your lips, “that kept you sooo distracted throughout our meeting, hm?”

kaeya can’t help the strained grunt that escapes him as you take his tip inside your lips. the way you suckle him is so devastatingly slow, near gentle in the way it maddens him and causes his body to sink into the mattress. he wishes so badly to grab you, to touch and feel your throat taking him as far as you could, but he’d be damned if he gives into you so soon. it’s already a struggle enough as it is, it frustrates him to no end that you’re able to draw him close to cumming so quickly — mere moments after you close the door and push his body down into your shared bed, and his breath leaves his body on trembling groans as you slowly suck his cock. your eyes stay fixed on his face as you study his expression. it’s terribly telling by the furrow of his glistening brow, by the way he bites his lips and throws his head back as his hips begin to buck, he’s close and you know it, and he’s on the verge of cumming inside your mouth just as he’d so guiltily fantasized throughout the day, until—

“fuuuuck!” the cry he releases is embarrassingly desperate, cracked around its letters as he stares at you accusingly. how utterly cruel of you to pull away before he could cum, and how utterly naive of him to have believed you’d let him before you’d had your fill. your smile tells him just as much as your tongue ghosts against his sensitive tip, humming in amusement as a shiver runs through his body and he pouts down at you.

“ah ah ah,” you tut. “a little impatient now, aren’t we?”

kaeya wants to retort with the words bubbling on his tongue, and he’s ready to blame it on the you who so relentlessly pushed his every button until he’d crack, but it all dies behind his lips as you climb up his body. your skin against his is almost too much as you kiss him, the very room spinning as he groans into you. your pussy grinds deliciously against his aching cock as you drag your hips — to and fro, repeatedly you tease him as his strength fades him and his voice leaves him unrestricted. choked moans are close to sobs as he grips on to your hips, he throws his head back and tries so desperately to match your movements by bucking his hips up, but oh, you can’t possibly let him have it so easily can you?

“not yet, kaeya,” you say gently as your teeth graze his neck, and the poor man groans pathetically beneath you as he forces his hips to still. “patience, remember? i can’t let you cum like this.”

the implication of your words isn’t lost on him. as realization swims within his blue eyes, you feel his heart beat stutter against you. the delicious rise and fall of his chest fills your own veins with euphoria and you greedily drink in every pretty little moan he gives you when you suck against his skin. you know every little weak point of his, know where to tease him to break him, and the results are always so mesmerizing to you — the way the cavalry captain melts against your palm when you caress his face and trace your kisses along his jaw. and oh, gods above, he has such a lovely voice. to hear the room fill with his moans and gasps is a reward greater than none other, and tonight — just as all nights before — you plan to make him sing for you.

you’ve teased him for far too long, you decide as you finally reach down to take his cock into your palm. he’s heavy against your fingers and twitching, slick with your spit and his precum. his breath catches in his throat as finally, finally, he feels his tip rubbing against your entrance. you’re so terribly wet, your juices spill down the length of him and between your fingers and kaeya wants nothing more than to be inside you.

a long, drawn-out curse pours out from him as you sink down on him.

immediately, he feels your walls clamping down around him, sucking him in as you adjust to his size. there’s a terrible satisfaction he finds in watching your concentration break, as your own moans escape you and your breath dances on staccatos when he stretches your pussy.

“fuck, kaeya,” you swear, hands pressed against his chest as you take all of him inside you. lips agape, your hair messy and eyes unfocused, you’re a work of art like this, and kaeya can’t resist the temptation to pull your body down, to press your lips against his as he grinds up into you. you reward him with a gasp of his name, but you don’t push him away. against him, you fall apart just as you’d unraveled him in your hands, surrendering to him and the pleasure he’d give by filling you up. his cock drags against your walls in a steady rhythm, pumping with his thrusts and jolting your body till shaky moans of his name are all that you can utter.

“kaeya, kaeya, slow down—”

it’s so hard for him, to slow the motion of his hips bucking up and driving his cock further inside your walls, but he listens. you push yourself up with your palms as you try to regain your breath, the sight of your chest rising and falling so terribly mesmerizing to him. the sensation of your pussy fluttering around him with each intake of air drives him insane, it’s maddening — how can he hold himself back when your eyes peer down at him with so much lust and desire, unadultered want that causes his cock to twitch inside of you? you want him so much and the thought itself is a drug, dangerous and deadly in a way nothing else could ever satisfy him.

“thank you, baby,” you sigh, bending down to kiss him. you reach to tangle your fingers between his and pull him towards you, until he’s sitting up fully with you in his lap. the new position causes his dick to shift inside you, it’s tip pressing against a dangerous place that almost has your body fold into his chest. slowly, you guide his hands to wrap around your back, and he obediently follows, pulling your waist flush against his while your own hands reach to cup his face. and once more, you lean in to kiss him and drink in everything he gives to you. liquor and wine falls from his tongue and pours down your throat, filling up every part of you so that you grow drunk on him, on his taste, on his everything. fire burns beneath your skin where he touches you, and you pull him closer — ever eager and ever wanting more, to feel him in earnest and to drown with him.

“i’m gonna make you cum, okay?” the words leave you on a breathless gasp that barely manages to escape, because you’re both on each other again, kissing with such greed and desperation as if you’d never get enough. “i want you to cum inside kaeya, please.”

oh, by the archons, your plea is almost enough to send him over the edge. kaeya groans, finally pulling back so that he can look up at you, to meet your lustful gaze. “after teasing me like that?” he challenges with a raised brow, and it’s immediate the way your lips grow into a responsive smile. “i don’t know if i wanna do that for you, sweetheart.”

you scoff playfully, shoving his shoulder. “don’t ruin it, asshole!” you can’t help the laugh that escapes as he buries his face against your neck, leaving kisses that send butterflies through your stomach. his smile imprints against your skin as he hums, and it’s a playful feeling until he grinds his hips up into you. you’re left grasping for his shoulder, head lulling back as a choked cry leaves your lips.

“ah—!”

“ruin what?” he asks innocently, and you know it’s your karma for teasing him when his teeth graze your skin tauntingly. he chuckles as your own hips start to move in tandem with his, desperately seeking to set a quick pace until his hands ground you. the way you grind against him is almost mindless, instinctively chasing after that feeling of his cock hitting deep inside you, and you’re so close to getting lost in it all until he teasingly blows cold air against your ear.

“ah ah ah,” he mocks. “patience, remember?”

you scowl at him — how dare he use his words against you like this?

your expression melts away when he leans in to kiss you. his hands on your hips slowly begin to guide you, his pace lulled and unrushed to extend the both of your pleasures. “thaaaat’s it, honey,” he purrs as he begins to match your movement. “nice and slow, just like that.”

he laughs as he feels your pussy fluttering at the praise, but he makes no move to tease you while he’s caught up in this moment. your brows furrowed as your arms latch around his shoulder, holding on so desperately as if letting him go would cause this moment to end — sin is etched all over your face while you grind against him just like he showed you, crying out his name on the sweetest moans as he pumps himself into you.

“oh, god, kaeya…”

“mhm?” he responds to your lewd sigh with a kiss against your chin, before pulling back to admire you. “feel good baby?”

“yes…” you throw your head back, whining at the depth of him inside you. “yes, you feel so good...” it’s almost too much for you as you moan softly. the pace he set for you allows you to feel each drag of his cock inside you in great detail, for the feeling of him rubbing against you to fully sink in as he fills you up.

kaeya grunts as he feels you tighten around him, arms pulling around your waist to press your hips closer, selfishly wanting to feel more and more of you, to taste more of you. “shit, (y/n),” he swears, and his words are almost a chuckle as he helplessly looks up at you. “i don’t think i can last like this.”

“just a little longer, okay?” you beg him. your voice is pitched high on needy whines that only tighten the coil in his gut. “i’m almost there — nnh, fuck — just a… just a little more, please…”

you reach your hand down between your bodies and rub small circles over your clit, keeping your motions in riding him as you chase your own high. your other hand wrapped around the back of his head is what helps you keep balance, and you bounce a few more times on his cock before, finally, you feel that familiar wave rush over you. “fuck fuck fuck, aaaah, fuck, kaeya i’m cumming—”

the sound that escape you are so filthy, yet they pour out on soft, almost whining moans as you finally cum, crying out his name while you come undone. all the while, kaeya never takes his eyes off of you, drinking in your sounds and your image as you ride your high, coaxing him close to his own end as your hips continue rolling against him.

“shit, (y/n),” he groans, long and loud as finally, he cums inside of you, drunk on the way you continue to grind down on him while he empties his load into you. the sensation of his warmth causes you to purr happily, feeling it being pushed deeper inside you with every thrust of his hips. you pull him in for a long kiss, as messy as it is passionate as his body melts against yours, your arms the only thing holding him upright. when your lips part, his forehead falls against your shoulder and he pulls your body until you’re fully pressed against him.

“fuck!” he laughs breathlessly, and you respond with a chuckle of your own as your hands begin carding through his hair.

“you were really pent up, hm?” you hum. the man scoffs against you, but doesn’t make a move to lift his head; his words vibrate sweetly against your skin as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“naturally,” he sighs. “with a meeting so painfully boring and you basically fucking me with your eyes, how could i not be?”

your response is to gasp, as if wounded by his words as you pull away — much to his harmless frustration — to meet his eyes.

“me?? how could i do something so provocative?” and despite your words, your smile is very telling as you press your nose to his, swooping in for a quick kiss that he immediately chases.

“how could you, indeed!” kaeya chastises you. “can you imagine just how tempted i was to fuck you right then and there inside that office? i’m surprised i managed to wait until we got home.”

you smile playfully, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him once more, though this time, you don’t pull away. you’re content in letting your forehead rest against his as your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, biting your lip with mischief as you whisper seductively. “well, i can’t say i have anything against that idea.”

“is that so?” kaeya drawls, eyebrow raised in challenge. suddenly, he flips you over on your back, causing you to laugh at the surprise until you feel his cock hardening inside you once more. the sight of him hovering over you, resting on his palms causing your pussy to suck him inside you — clearly neither of you have had enough.

you smile up at him, meeting his challenge as you roll your hips against him, one leg lifting to rest on his shoulder as you beckon him with one finger.

“you’re a baaaad, bad girl, you know?” he takes pleasure in the way your expression melts out into bliss as he rolls his hips into you, a sinful moan escapo you as he stirs his cum inside of you. you truly are a work of art, he admires — the way you looks so utterly fucked out beneath him and yet wanting more of him sends desire coursing through his being. heavens above, he wants to ruin you.

“well then, captain, you aught to set me straight.”

please come talk to me about my work and if you liked it or not. validate me or shame me please i’m lonely and seeking attention of any kind. please i’m begging i’ll give you anything you want just please come talk to me <3

[yostresswritinggirl]

Hey Exiled. I wanted to say that your fics are super amazing and as an aspiring writer, I want to be as good as you. Hope you are doing well.

Possible Trigger Warning(?)

This is for if/when your requests open up again, but imagine Xiao or Albedo with an s/o that’s being tortured and they’re forced to watch. Like they can’t do anything to save them and end up losing their s/o. (I mean for this to inflict pain as this is my favorite troupe. It can honestly work with anyone; I just chose these two boys because they are my favorites)

Today we woke up and we chose violence 🤝finally got around to working on this, I think it's about time I seriously manifest Hu Tao even tho I'm all fluffy lately ywy I love this community, you all give me the best brain juice ehehh Edit: Also also awww thank you for your kind words, sweetie, I'm sure you're already good in your own way!

Blood Money

Albedo and Xiao witness their S/O getting tortured... Blood, violence, the obvious stuff. And also death warning, read at your own risk. (masterlist)

With every punch sends nothing but painful regret into his gut.

His fragile and weak body was beaten into submission, and Albedo comes to spite himself over realizing just how useless he is without his Vision, how useless he would be with it either way. Maybe if he knew the things that would transpire, he would have taken great consideration into mastering his element.

The cloaked man pulls harshly at his ruined braid, forcing him to watch now in full attention.

He almost vomits at the sound of your bone grinding and snapping as they pull it back, your grazed throat able to let out a choked scream that sends shivers to his own body. For the first time in his whole life, tears threatened to spill as it forms at the brim of his eyes.

"Please..." the sword embedded in your side twists to deliver a seering pain, another scream forcing its way through your senseless whimpers, "Please... let them go..."

Your face was smacked flat against the floor, breathing heavy but barely there as a foot presses at the nape of your neck, placing a dangerous weight at your spine/throat as your oxygen supply starts to fade.

"That person right there is the reason your research has been stagnant," the one holding him down spoke in held fury as he chooses his words through grinded teeth, "Khaenri'ah needs its cure and you're here playing house. You ought to learn your lesson."

You're awfully silent and still. Albedo's sedated body struggles helplessly, breathe quickening as fear in its purest form bubbles within him. He gingerly calls out your name; no response, it only made the man put more pressure on your neck.

"No, please, stop. I was- I was on an expedition, in Dragonspine. I was sent by the Knights- I-I couldn't refuse..."

A swift, muffled crack makes him scream. Horrified and shocked. The tears are now that of a waterfall, sobs and cries for your name in hopes that you would respond. You didn't.

"Wrong answer."

Ever since the day Albedo comes walking into Mondstadt with your corpse cradled in his arms, not even the Knights had seen him walk out of his laboratory, dead eyes never meeting anyone's stare. The Alchemist is in grief and denial, that's what they theorized, for the reason that Albedo never once muttered anything else under his breath besides his research.

Timaeus and Sucrose, despite being apprentices and assistants, never stepped foot into his laboratory either. Banned, even. Klee too never had the chance to see him again, his laboratory was permanently locked. Perhaps he just needed time, something all the Knights thought.

"I'm almost done," and time is exactly what he wants. Even if you're nothing but a rotting corpse in his lab, he'll get to you soon enough. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I'll defy those laws for you, my love."

Xiao and the constant plague of his built up karma haunts him whether he has his eyes closed or not.

The problem with it is the fact that when it manifests, it's usually a vivid phenomenon that only he is witness to. It alarms him more than anyone of its recent manifestations, corrupting nearby Hilichurls and whole cavern of monsters, his debt is sipping and he's not sure what else it could hurt, because it can hurt anything at this point.

So when he lifts his head from his usual shackles of karmic binds, he was more than horrified to see you, his ray of hope entangled the same way. "What are you doing here-" his sudden question halts upon your pained grunt, the binds wrapped around your arms pulling in opposite directions.

The pain is slow and daunting, Xiao realized at the way your face scrunches up as it pulls more. Desperate to stop your hurting, he struggles against his own karmic binds. Yet the thousand years of burden do not relent so easily.

"Our lives are cut off because of your slaughter. What makes you think you deserve reconciliation with life after taking thousands of others?"

A bind finds its way around your throat and tightens, your grunts muffled into choking desperately for air, body writhing in an effort to pull away from all your shackles. Xiao doesn't like it, not one bit of how he struggles to break free, how powerless he feels at the current situation when he should be protecting you from harm.

"Xi..." He tugs at his left arm to angle his leg, hoping to latch it around the upper bind to pull it. What was of his composure now when his desperation and alarm is evident on his face? "X-Xiao ngh-"

Distracted from his own struggles, Xiao peels his stare away and onto your form, eye widening and moistening at the sight of red and blood forming by the junction of your arms and torso. A manifestation of the consumed festered souls summons behind your form with a wicked smile, long nails of jet black traces your flexed body while piercing at your skin as it passes.

Your struggles for air mixes in with pain raised tenfold, breathless screams for every puncture. You couldn't even look at him anymore. "Please," the Yaksha cries out in his most vulnerable, "Stop hurting them. Please... This is between you and me..."

"If you want us to stop,

then you'll have to stop too."

In the domain of his mind, only those that lingers, that should linger are the thousands of devoured, demonic souls that make up his debt. There is no room for anything else. Xiao hangs his head low and there he weeps in silence in a place where he is not a weapon, only a man reminiscent of his youngness and naivety.

Here he is no Xiao.

Here he is Alatus.

They smile.

"Xiao?" You wave your hand by his face, snapping your fingers (and failed miserably) enough times for him to finally zone out of his sudden trance in the middle of your comversation. "Is something wrong?" Your confused expression is different from his steeled, yet wide eyed one.

And without a word, he vanished from your sight. A look over his shoulder, of regret and hurt, was the last of your memory of him. In his eyes you are dead to him; in his mind your light has no place in it.

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[golden-wingseos]

loving you is like . . .

what is loving them like?

featuring —

✧ zhongli, diluc, childe (separate) x gn!reader

warnings ―

✧ not proofread

notes ―

✧ lovin him was reddd

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 ― ❛ THE LISTENER. ❜

Loving him is like watching the trees in winter blossom in the spring.

in his 6,000-yeared life, many years have passed. many lives have been lost, but many lives have been made

the trees have wilted and grew. the flowers have decayed and sprung. all are little things, things that the archon didn’t notice until you had pointed it out to him

and now, he can’t unsee it

every little caterpillar would eventually become a butterfly. every beautiful butterfly was once a little caterpillar

the world is beautiful, zhongli knew that

but it wasn’t only the world that was beautiful. it was you, and the sun, and the sky, and the birds.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and there is not one thing zhongli cannot find beauty in

“Aww... the snow melted,” [Y/N] hummed, their face pressed against the glass window. Staring blankly out at the ever-melting snow, Zhongli couldn’t suppress the growing smile on his features.

“It will be back,” The archon simply said. It would. After all, the snow always came back.

In his life, he had learned many things. The world comes in full circle, and so does kindness and karma. When the snow leaves, it will come back. When the flowers wilt, they will prosper in another life.

It seemed that such things came with people.

When you came, happiness and love flourished in his stomach. Rippling up his chest and lungs like an infection of sweetness, the feeling would quickly disperse as soon as you left. Love was like the wind, moving and free, yet constant and open.

And with each flower bud that’d appear on the trees, and each sunrise and sunset, Zhongli would always spare a glance at your form. His amber eyes unwavering yet cascading with love.

Life came and went, yet you came and stayed.

For the first time in his life, there was one constant since the dawn of time.

Love. To him, it feels like he had loved you for so long, it feels like he had loved you in so many different forms, year after year...

Forever.

A word that never should be used, especially by the likes of him—

But to him, you are forever... for you are love.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 ― ❛ THE DARK SIDE OF DAWN. ❜

Loving him is like watching the sunset on top of a cliff, your feet dangling over the edge.

love is dangerous

sometimes, love will hold your heart with the most delicate touch. sometimes, love will use your vulnerable state to control you, your movements controlled by a string

sometimes, love will smash your heart to pieces

it was a gamble, falling in love with him... diluc ragnvindr. you knew this all too well, but still, such beauty and gravity... it was like fate was pulling you to him

he’s a dream man. he’s rich, powerful, and reserved

yet his vengeful wrath is not unknown. his built up anger for a fault that is not his own...

so even with the risk. the risk of falling from that cliff with no one to catch you, the risk of dropping your heart like a porcelain vase...

you will love him. amongst all his pain, suffering, and hate. you love him, for he is the sun that sets in the distance, preparing a new day for the world

The comfort of being alone was to only have to rely on yourself.

And as the sun quietly went down, allowing the moon to rise, you sat atop Starsnatch cliff, wondering ever so innocently whether you could truly snatch a star from the sky.

Sunsets were a limbo of beauty. The balance between light and dark, the decider of life or death.. a sunset could represent the end, but it could also represent a new beginning.

As a child of freedom, you never once relied on anybody or anything. You’ve never had to stop and wait for someone, or hold their hand and walk them through Wolvendom..

But you’ve never met an equal, either.

You’ve heard of him, Diluc Ragnvindr. Who hasn’t? You’ve heard of his infamous dislike for the Knights of Favonius, his skilled swordsmanship and powerful vision.

Yet you never thought you would’ve walked beside him.

You wanted an equal. A match who would challenge you, a match who would match your pace instead of run ahead or walk behind. You wanted someone who would work their hardest for their goals, not relying on you to support them.

And that was him. That was the Diluc.

So as you sit upon this cliff, gazing out at the ocean of possibilities, you are left to ponder:

Once the sun sets and the sky is no longer orange and pink... will he still be there? Will Diluc be there to match your pace and your strides?

The answer was yes.

―It always has been.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ― ❛ THE YOUNG MASTER. ❜

Loving him is like staying up past curfew and doing anything but sleep.

rebelliousness... something that especially comes with loving childe

it’s like a part of you knows he’s dangerous. you know he’s poison. after all, being a fatui harbinger means anything but good

but a part of you loves it. you love the excitement that comes with him... that comes with danger. you enjoy the love he gives you, treating you as if you were the only one in the world

power. that was what you had. when it came to him, power was in your grasp. you knew all too well to not associate with the fatui, for you could end up dead..

yet the dangers of such consequences meant nothing if he was there. love has no bounds... and even if he is an addictive poison, entering your heart when it should’ve been guarded..

you’ve grown immune.

Reckless love is the best kind of love.

Free falling into his arms, you never expected to fall for him. Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax... whatever he wanted to go by. But to you, he was nothing short of ‘Love’.

It was like he was the key to your cage, allowing you to stretch your wings and fly high into the sky. The feeling of adrenaline pumping in your veins as he sparred with you was a thing that you had numbed to over the years. To the public eye, you were a perfect individual. So kind, so caring, so poised.

But to him, you were you. You were strong and beautiful, ambitious and determined.

Among the dangers of his job, the hate of the world, the knives that were pointed at his throat...

He loved you. The mere mention of your name was enough to send his entire future flashing right before his eyes, a future with you.

And as he walks out of your shared house, his scarf floating with the wind and bow materialized into dust, he remembers ever so benevolently: 

When he goes home, you will be there. When he cries, you will be there.

For he is the reason you are free and unafraid, and you are the reason he is content and ready to come home everyday.