#hope i did a decent job!

[willczek-art]

Turtles!! In my outfits!! WIP :D

I love this meme that's going around the fandom and I wanted to jump in but i only have two casual outfits-

[inverse-problem]

"you monster"

or, what if v2 got a chance for some revenge

(yeah okay I know v2 is dead, but I was thinking of this glados quote from portal 2 and then I came up with this)

[crystalflygeo]

Last of her kind Emperor!Alpha!Zhongli + Omega!Dragoness!Reader

cw/tags: Your usual mentions of slavery and sexual themes, A/B/O dynamics and heat mentions. Also allusions to depression and mentions of death.

notes: Aahahaha this took forever..... allow me top explain: first of all my new job is killing me and second of all I'm going through a hard period where I don't really like anything I write anymore. This work in particularly I kept struggling with the pacing, the dialogues, the way I wanted feelings to come across or scenes to flow it's just hhhnnnggg. I told a couple of friends that I set the bar so high with the first part I feel like nothing else I write will be that good. Then the second part was "ok" but cut off in a cliffhanger and has been there for SO LONG that now I feel this will be underwhelming after all the buildup//hit

I hope it's not. I hope it's good.

Anyway this part is in Zhongli's pov and contains flashbacks which will be fully in italics! Enjoy! and thanks for caring so much about this story ;w; ILU all <3

<- Part 2.

Your instincts mess up with your head.

Your crying and anxiety have simmered to a cold numbness.

Hours blur together, time loses meaning.

The doctor comes by sometimes. The maids bring you food. But everything feels… off, distant.

This doesn’t feel… like your usual heats.

You curl up and sob, a choked soft noise.

You don’t feel hot, but rather cold. Limbs weak. Dizzy.

Your heart aches.

You’re so tired.

And so sleepy…

Zhongli puts down the seal stamp and deflates back into his chair with a sigh, he must have read the same line at least five times already. He cannot concentrate at all. It’s not even been three days and each hour, each minute, feels eternal.

He’s already gotten so used to your presence, so smitten with you and your little quirks, your rare smiles, the way your ears and tail flicker, your pretty eyes…

And he remembers those same eyes begging for him, teary. Your pitiful cry. Your distressed scent.

Guilt eats at him. As well as something else…

He’s been restless, barely slept. Your scent is a siren’s song on the blankets, tart and fresh and tantalizing, but you are not with him. Anxious energy flows in his veins. This emotion, this thing that is like regret and sorrow and fear all tangled together, cleaves him through. His instincts are screaming at him, rattling inside a cage of his own making. His mate, his precious Omega is in heat, you’re scared and lonely and need him. Zhongli has to suppress a growl and feel the shudder of his scales at the fact that he’s not with you. In your nest. Taking care of you.

It’s agonizing.

"How is she?"

The same question, over and over, at any chance he gets.

"She refuses to eat, your majesty." Xiao tells him, and he can feel the concern in the younger Alpha’s voice. “According to the maids she only took a few bites of the ajilenak nuts, the rest of the food was left untouched.”

…

"She's um... she's always sleeping when I go check up on her." Ganyu explains a little crestfallen. She too is worried. “A-at least I think she’s in no pain… she was clinging to one of your hanfus.”

…

"You should go see her, Zhongli." Ping states, a rare serious expression on her usual gentle factions. “Baizhu says she’s going through the worst case of separation sickness he’s ever seen. Is that really what you want your poor Yin to go through?”

He lets out a frustrated rumble.

“Of course not. But it’s for the best, I don’t want to… take advantage of her, or force her to anything.” Zhongli frowns, trying to focus on the papers in front of him again, in an attempt to ignore her piercing gaze.

“Is it really any of that if she wants her mate?” Ping retorts. “She was begging you.”

I know.

He growls this time, and shakes his head at his memory of you. It haunts him.

“She doesn’t know what she wants.”

“So, you’re deciding for her then? Is that it? Honestly, are you listening to yourse-”

“She’s been conditioned to serve.” He cuts her off, voice grave and somber. “Trained to be submissive and please. She likes me simply because I’m kind to her, she wants me because she thinks it’s her obligation as my mate. I feel the pull of the bond too, the need, the yearning. But I also know she is afraid of Alphas and she thinks… she thinks she has to obey me. That she owes me something or that own her.” His eyes narrow. “I didn’t need to bond her. I shouldn’t have bonded her. I just… wanted her to be free and instead I chained her to me. And now she’s in heat…”

And it drives him insane.

“Listen to me, we’ve both spent time with her, enough to know she’s opening up and learning to voice her feelings…” Ping reasons gently. “It’s a slow process, don’t hurt her this way. At the very least… go see her.”

“I lost control once with just one kiss from her. I will not do it again. I will not harm her any further.”

The elderly woman keeps silent for a few moments. Zhongli sighs and rests his forehead in his palm in defeat.

And then Ganyu approaches, a little tense, a stack of papers in her hands.

“Your majesty, the Qixing are starting to arrive, council meeting will begin soon.”

“Very well. Thank you Ganyu.” He stands up and nods at her, then turns to Ping and his demeanor softens a little. “You know I just want to correct my mistakes, and give her the life she deserves. At least a fraction of it, of happiness.”

It wasn’t supposed to go this way… Zhongli sighed as he walked up to the room where the “reunion” with the sumerian would take place. It was long overdue seeing as he had spent the night by your side, refusing to leave after you had cried and begged so desperately…

After he had bonded you.

He had initially taken the eremite’s claims with a grain of salt, but naturally he had to make sure. The last dragonblood had supposedly died decades ago, so how…?

And yet when he saw you for the first time in that room, he knew.

You were real, you were beautiful. Suddenly he felt a million things at once: He wanted to get to know you, stay close to you, protect you. Old draconic instinct vibrating excitedly on his soul. You smelled vaguely familiar, your tail was gorgeous, your ears adorable. What if you didn’t like him though? What if he harmed you? Scared you? Suddenly he was nervous, nervous of ruining this, nervous in a way he hadn’t been in so long, like when he’d been young and Liyue had been at war and he had lost everything to fire and smoke and dust and he had to make difficult decisions and-

He had always calculated his moves. No room for risks. Too much at stake.

But you, you disarmed him. Completely.

You, with your polite gentleness despite the obvious cracks beneath the surface.

You, with your beautiful looks and enormous potential, even if you didn’t see it yourself.

You, with that look of yearning and hope, with your soft lips and sweet moans, with your warm body fitting perfectly against his.

For once, he allowed himself to make a decision with his heart, not logic, not politics. Just instincts.

And he claimed you…

…

He enters the room. A couple Millelith soldiers stationed by the door, Xiao standing by his side loyally as he sits at his place of honor as the emperor. Your ‘master’, an Alpha eremite named Zaheer, kneels respectfully a little below.

“I see you liked her, your majesty” He offers a sly smirk. “Did she satisfy you properly? She’s been trained on her gag reflexes to-”

Zhongli -Morax- resists the urge to growl. “We are not here to discuss that.”

“Ah, of course, business!”

Business.

“Since she’s such an exotic and well-trained slave I suppose we could agree on…”

“Do you think of me an idiot, Zaheer?” Morax’s eyes narrow.

“P-Pardon me?”

“She is a pureblood xiānshòu. I want to know exactly how she ended up being enslaved by you and your people.”

Cold and calculating golden eyes stare down at the eremite.

“W-What… she’s desert-born!” Zaheer retorts back angrily “She was born at a heat house. Maybe she has traits from your people because one of them decided to get a cheap fuck while traveling.”

“You expect me to believe that?” Morax asks unfazed “Liyue has records of the last of her kind disappearing and presumably being murdered when a village near Sumeru borders was razed to the ground. Do you have a disclosure?”

Zaheer stands up and growls, clearly an Alpha not used to having to bow his head and accept things not going his way.

Clearly an Alpha used to intimidating and attacking others.

Xiao wields his spear and changes his stance to an offensive one. The Millelith guards also tense.

Zaheer gets even more irritated, feeling like a caged animal. Backed into a corner. “Emperor or not” He starts through gritted teeth. “If you’re not going to pay me then I’ll take my merchandise back and do business elsewhere where I’m not being accused of ridiculous claims.”

“You’re right that I won’t be doing any business with you, but we’ll see how ridiculous those claims truly are. Zaheer, by my word as the emperor you will now remain detained in Liyue.” Morax sentences.

The eremite’s red eyes widen in shock and rage and the desert-dweller shoots up to attack Morax, getting easily overpowered and neutralized by Xiao’s quick moves. In seconds his weapon drops to the floor as the Yaksha general points his spear at the unconscious man. The Millelith quickly retrieve him and the blade before Morax simply nods at them.

Months. It had been months since then and he had to begrudgingly release the man as no accusation connected him to anything. They were essentially out of leads. There did appear to be documentation of your birth at a desert village but Zhongli would be hard pressed to believe the half-assed story you’ve been told…

And since you are pureblood, then both of your parents, and most importantly your dam, was also a dragonblood. That’s at the very least one Liyue citizen enslaved in a foreign nation.

He would get to the bottom of this.

For now, however, he had to cast those worries aside.

The Seven members of the council sit around the large table, the Liyue Qixing, leaders of all the commerce and trade sectors of the nation.

Zhongli takes his place at the head of the table. Ganyu does so as well by the sideline.

“Very well, what’s our first topic today?”

“Did Master just… leave?”

There was silence at the table, Zhongli and Ping sit frozen and you get just a bit nervous.

It’d been a few days since you started your new life, and though Zhongli was sure you were warming up to it he knew you still had a long way to go. It was probably still a little surreal for you… such a big change from everything you knew.

The tension on his shoulders quickly drops again. He continues eating. “Yes.” He says simply. Ping follows his lead, saying nothing.

The faster you forget about that eremite, the better.

“Hm…” You continue eating as well. Your expression is a little conflicted…

You inhale.

“Was he… happy… that I finally found a mate?”

Zhongli turns to you sharply and tenses again like a cat bristling. He holds back his tongue so as to not say something he’d regret. Why do you still care about that despicable man’s opinion? Why do you still seek his approval? Did you really think he cared about you? Zhongli desperately wants to make you understand how that slave-owner only saw you as an object, how he fed you lies, how his mistreatment is inexcusable…

But he can only imagine how deep your scars run, and how that toxic mindset has settled and accompanied you for years. He cannot judge you for caring about someone who doesn’t deserve it.

“Why do you ask, dear?” Ping asks instead.

“I don’t know…” You mumble, poking at the congee with your spoon. “I always wanted to make him proud.”

Proud.

Him?

“I think what matters most is how you feel.” Zhongli says, his hand reaching out for yours invitingly and you place your fingers on his palm, getting a soft reassuring squeeze. “You don’t need to rely on how others view you or think about you.”

You seem thoughtful for a second, your ears flickering back insecure but then standing up alert again. “I am happy” You admit. “Very happy. I have the best mate in the world.” You smile brightly.

Zhongli’s heart does a flip.

“With the excessive rains in the northern villages, there have been many floods and a lot of crops have been severely damaged or lost. Our previous contingency plan is in action already and donations are being sent to help the affected families. However, we must prepare for a decline in the harvest of certain grains and vegetables this season, as well as an increase in prices for a few months due to the shift in demand and supply.” Keqing explains expertly, the young alpha’s expression is serious and solemn.

“It’s an opportunity to strengthen commerce with Mondstadt and Sumeru.” Ningguang chimes in, leaning back on her chair, arms crossed. “The value of jade and other crystals is on the rise as well.”

“Not to mention, we’ll be employing several architects from the Akademiya to help with the rebuilding.” Keqing adds, turning to Ganyu, who nods.

“Greater lord Rukkhadevata and lesser Lord Kusanali have agreed on a certain exchange program with Liyue. I started drafting up some proposals already if you’d like to see.” The blue-haired secretary passes along some documents.

Ningguang’s eyes skim along the page. “It’s almost like our new Sumeru-born empress was a sign.” She smirks. “By the way, where is she?” She turns to Zhongli, curious about her fellow Omega.

“She’s rather indisposed at the moment.” The emperor replies dryly, not wanting to delve much onto the touchy subject. “Ganyu this looks good, however we need to think about-”

There is a knock that quickly surprises everyone. Who could interrupt a council meeting and why?

Baizhu peeks in with Changsheng curled around his neck, a frown on his usually gentle features. “Your majesty, a word. It’s an emergency.”

All the members at the table stare silently as Zhongli stands and follows the doctor.

Ganyu has a bad feeling…

“We have no time, follow me.” The green-haired doctor walks briskly along the wooden corridors, he looks… frustrated, dejected.

“What’s wrong?”

He doesn’t want to panic. He never panics. But something inside him does. It’s obvious that this has to do with you. 

“I apologize, your majesty. I thought it was just a case of separation sickness but… the empress is showing signs of widow’s wasting.”

Zhongli stops.

His heart skips a beat. His skin prickles with dread.

“She’s… dying?”

Baizhu shakes his head. “It hasn’t reached that point yet, but… she’s deteriorating.”

The guilt is back. The fear.

“Given what happened, I’m pretty certain the shock of your rejection was the trigger. Still, it is highly unusual for a Yin to suffer from widow’s wasting without their partner actually dying, even more so for it to settle so quickly. Her reaction is akin to someone who had never left their mate’s side for years.” Baizhu explains.

You trusted him.

And he turned his back on you.

What have I done?

“In any casssse, it’ssss not too late.” Changsheng’s little voice pipes in. Baizhu keeps leading the way and Zhongli follows, though he obviously knows the entire palace like the palm of his hand, at the moment his thoughts are scattered and far far away.

“She needs her mate’s reassurance. I have done what I can with medicine but this is a bonded pair matter.” Finally, he stops at a juncture and turns to Zhongli. “Please, your majesty, only you can save her. I will tell Ganyu, Xiao and Ping of the situation, and if you need anything, just ask.”

Zhongli nods, mute.

The snake narrows her eyes. “Don’t leave her sssside.”

“Changsheng.” Baizhu shushes.

She is right to chastise him. He deserves that and more.

“I won’t.” Zhongli nods and heads down the hall.

Widow’s wasting.

The words echo in his head. He’s seen the damage it can do. How a broken bond, the loss of the most important person, can destroy someone inside. Did you really care that much about him? Did he really hurt you that badly?

“Please…”

He didn’t mean to.

“I have the best mate in the world.”

He feels like a monster.

“I want to stay with you. Sleep together. Like mates.”

He needs to see you. He needs to make sure you’re ok…

He stands in front of the nest room. The same one where he first met you.

Opening the doors only slightly to slip inside, Zhongli's eyes widen and a hand flies to cover his nose and mouth when a strong smell shakes him to his very core.

The room he expected to be completely saturated with intense heat pheromones… instead bears the acrid scent of despair.

This isn’t the lustful call to breed and have children that made an omega vulnerable and pliant. No. It is a desperate cry from a heartbroken omega for their mate to come back, to stay with them, to love and protect them. It is grief.

You are suffering because of him.

To think all this time… he was afraid he'd make you uncomfortable. That he’d scare you, hurt you, ruin the bond you’ve carefully built. Instead, he is overcome by an all-consuming terror. Every part of him screaming at his mate's weak essence.

And there you are, his precious treasure, his sweet dragoness.

You lay curling in on yourself letting out small muffled sobs.

“Y/n…” 

No reaction.

“Darling, my dear dragoness…” He rushes up to you immediately, grabs your hand and pets your hair. You look so weak, your skin is feverish, how has it only been three days? It feels like a lifetime…

You shift a little and your eyes blink open, staring at him dazed, red and puffy and your expression defeated. You let out a pitiful whine and more of that bitter sad scent is released. 

“No my dear, don’t cry, I’m here. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Zhongli coos as he curls up to you, frantically starting to scent and nip at your neck and shoulders affectionately. His horns manifest and his tail follows through, lashing about a little restless. The bond… feels wrong, broken. He should be able to intimately feel you this close and yet…

He tries to reposition you a little so you can lie on top of him, rest on his chest. It’s concerning how easily he can do so, you’re like a ragdoll in his arms, unresponsive and unmoving. His hands cup your face, thumbs rubbing at the traces of tears in your cheeks. You let out a frustrated whimper. “Shhhh shh it’s okay. I’m so sorry.”

Even if he says it a million times, it won’t feel enough.

Zhongli nuzzles at your neck and proceeds to do something he hasn’t done since he was practically a teen. He purrs. It’s a little rusty, comes off more as a grumbling but it seems to work as he feels you relax just slightly in his arms.

“I’m right here” Zhongli’s deep voice assures you, tugging you closer, mouthing at the soft skin along your collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m all yours, I promise, I promise. I won’t leave you alone, not ever.” He soothes.

He lowers a bit of your clothes at the shoulder and grazes his fangs along your faded mark, you tense and let out a long shaky breath.

“Everything will be ok.” He kisses the spot. “I’m sorry.”

And then he sinks his fangs in to reestablish the claim.

You cry out in pain and squirm, clawing at his clothes, but he holds you, his hand rubbing circles at your back, his tail intertwining with yours.

...

.....

...

At first nothing changes, but after a few moments… a low strained purr bubbles up from within you again.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’ll go see you again tomorrow (spring is coming to an end) ; sashisu

[ part 0 - first meeting ]

synopsis; the gradual blossoming of a youth shared with three strange classmates, at the weird, isolated boarding school you all attend. as the seasons of your first year together pass, the relationship between you changes into something you don’t need to put into words to understand.

word count; 1.6k

contents; sashisu/reader (but can be read as either platonic or romantic, or something inbetween!! i wrote it with the latter in mind), gn!reader, no curses au (dw they’re all still a little bit insane and damaged), very shoujo manga-esque, reader is a little bit in love with all their friends, just wholesome comfy vibes :), characters may be ooc but pls bear with me </3

a/n; this is the shorter opening piece of a sashisu/reader series i’m writing and the first out of six planned parts!! :> the rest will be much longer this is just me setting the tone. sorta. i’m extremely normal about sashisu and i wanted to write something summery and sweet so <3

you first meet them in a sun-soaked classroom, with blue-tinted windows.

the room in question, clearly not having been of use for some time, is just a little dusty. enough that you notice it, nose scrunching up as your gaze trails over the space.

tiny specks of light dance around, meeting and intersecting between the gaps where streaks of sunlight fall and illuminate the floorboards. they’re oddly mesmerizing, a little hard to forget. the flicker of their movement begins to etch itself into your retinas; for some reason, you can’t quite take your eyes off them.

eventually, your attention is caught by something else, coaxing you into moving your gaze towards the translucent windows. they glimmer softly, tantalizingly in the sunlight, reflecting the blue of the sky. through the glass, it’s all you can see at first — a sky so blue that it’s a little irritating. big, white clouds are scattered like splotches of paint across a blue canvas, treading gently over the boundary of your vision. 

in a similar fashion, the ground of the schoolyard is littered with dots of white. for just a second, you delude yourself into thinking that it’s snow; it’s not until you spot the skeletal trees and their pale blossoms that you see them for what they are. soft petals flutter down to the ground eagerly, covering everything in a pure white. 

it really is eerily reminiscent of a snowy landscape, ephemeral in its beauty. it gives you the impression of having stepped over some sort of threshold, into another realm, another world entirely. coated in apricot blossoms, soaked in sunlight.

(it shouldn’t be possible from where you’re standing, behind the windows — but the scent reaches you all the same. everything smells of apricots.)

it’s springtime, and you’re in the prime of your youth. 

a youth you’re about to share with three other kids, all standing in front of you and wearing mildly indifferent expressions as you give each other a brief glance.

you try not to stare too hard, but it’s difficult to resist the temptation. three new classmates, mysterious and just slightly intimidating; two guys, and one girl. the tiny glances you steal at them aren’t very sneaky, but you doubt they’d care, when they’re all doing the same. 

you study their appearances, eager to sate the curiosity clawing at your heart.

the girl is pretty.

the expression on her face is laid-back, almost bored, and she looks a little like she doesn’t quite want to be here. her hair reaches down to her chin, just barely, brown and smooth and silky. estimating her exact height is a little tough; you can tell she’s fairly short, but you don’t know how much of it is exaggerated, courtesy of her placement between the other two. their lanky legs and broad shoulders only make her look smaller in comparison.

her eyes are chestnut-coloured, a little dim, somewhat hazy. there’s a mole under one of her eyes, too, and you’re acutely aware of how charming you find it. you’re relieved to have at least one girl in your class, anyhow. you hope she’s nice.

the boy on her right is pretty, too. 

he’s much taller, and wearing a somewhat serious expression, but something about him feels almost comforting all the same. he seems relaxed, but also sharp, as his eyes trail across the room. his hair is black and silky, and it’s long — or so you assume, judging by the fact that he’s got it in a bun. two things about him stand out in particular; one, the black gauges on his ears, and two, a single lock of hair framing his face. his hair is tied up and neat, prim and proper, with the exception of his bangs. you don’t think it looks bad, exactly, but it’s an odd choice.

at first glance, you think his eyes are black, but when a ray of sunlight falls across his face you realize that they’re brown. a deep colour, oddly soothing, warm. little sparks of amber glitter in the depths of his irises, illuminated only by the sun. it gives you the impression that there’s more to him than meets the eye.

then there’s the other boy. 

he’s the most intimidating out of the three, without a doubt, though you still can’t pinpoint exactly why. he strikes you as particularly unnerving; maybe it’s the expression on his face, that you can’t seem to identify. he’s also tall, very tall, even taller than the other guy — though only by a smidge. he towers over you slightly, and that unnerves you even further. there’s something in the way he’s standing that almost seems a little menacing. his hair is white, and soft, and just a tad messy. and he’s wearing a pair of round sunglasses, even though you’re indoors.

you can’t see his eyes well, behind the black glass, but you get the vague impression that they’re blue when sunlight cascades down the contours of his face and reflects in them.

you take another moment to simply look at them, observing them, as if trying to reach some sort of conclusion about what they’re like. it doesn’t really work, but you do get some semblance of an impression.

finally, your teacher clears his throat, breaking the silence of the classroom — urging you to hurry up and get the introductions done and over with. the impatient reminder snaps all four of you out of your collective trance.

the first person to speak up is the boy with the weird bangs. that alone gives you a sense of his personality; polite, proper, the first to do the thing no one really wants to do. 

”my name is suguru geto,” he begins, well mannered. ”it’s nice to meet you.” his voice is pleasant, somehow. nice to listen to. there’s something comforting about it, that you can’t quite place; it sounds almost familiar, like you’ve heard it all your life.

then, the cute girl chimes in, casual and unbothered as she fiddles with something in her pocket. ”shoko ieiri. just call me shoko,” she says, short and sweet. 

she really is pretty, you muse, bathed in the streaks of sunlight falling haphazardly across the room. and she seems nice, not uptight or obnoxious; the kind of person that’s easy to talk to, easy to be friends with. you think you like her already. but she notices your lingering stare, and so you look away, gaze falling to the floorboards.

finally, after a slight pause, the boy with the sunglasses speaks up. you still can’t get a good read on his expression. ”… satoru gojo,” is all he says, and you can’t seem to grasp his tone of voice, either. 

it irks you, though. you’re not sure why. you almost get the sense that he thinks he’s appeasing you, by introducing himself, like hearing his name is a priviliege. that, and you feel a little like you’re being dissected when his gaze falls on you — like he’s weighing your value, deciding your worth. you think you almost catch a glimpse of his eyes behind the black tint of his glasses, and they strike you as acutely menacing, bright blue and uncanny. you decide that you don’t like him, and that his sunglasses are kinda ugly.

their gazes fall on you, at last. 

you’re the only one whose name they don’t know, now. it’s a kind of power, in a way, the power of mystery. intrigue. their stares feel heavy on your skin, and you feel more than a little nervous; but you’re intent on following the silent cue, all the same. 

and you do so, dutifully, raising your hand up in a silent hello before tentatively saying your name. then, in a voice you hope doesn’t come across as bored or unpleasant:

”— it’s nice to meet you.”

some of them hum in affirmation, as if to say it’s nice to meet you too — others remain silent. even when the introductions are finished, you continue to look at each other, vaguely and discreetly, as if trying to look inside each other’s heads. 

but then your teacher begins to speak, in an authorative voice, and you’re snapped out of the trance, once more. 

he babbles on and on, about something you’re sure is important, something about the school and the classes you’ll be having and the dorms and so on. you try to listen, you really do, but it’s tough — you vaguely get the gist, but all you can really think about is your classmates, still so mysterious and intimidating.

you try to repeat their names, inside your mind, trying to ingrain them into your memory.

suguru geto, shoko ieiri, and satoru gojo.

you still don’t really know what to think about them. shoko will probably be fairly easy for you to warm up to, but the other two are a different story. all three of them seem to have strong personalities, reflected in their eyes; a dim hazel, a deep umber, and a stark azure. you don’t know what’s hidden in them, but you have a strange inkling that you will, in due time.

that’s how the four of you meet. and in this moment, as you look into their eyes for the first time, you have no idea how much your life has changed — how much they’ll change it for the better.

you only know that it’s springtime, and that you’re in the prime of your youth. 

a youth you’re about to spend with these three kids in front of you, who you know nothing about. some part of your soul urges you to find out, for yourself.

maybe you will.

(outside the sun-soaked classroom, through the blue-tinted windows, the world observes your meeting with bated breath and barely contained excitement.)

part i

[doodlebloo]

Hi guys I ended up writing a Frubbo oneshot because the brain worms got to me. It's good old fashioned fluff 👍 ❤️ bon appetit

[angel-girldick]

Thinking about a Changeling that gets cursed so that every few days she transforms into the sexual desires of a random creature nearby. In her naturally chosen form she just looks like a pale Human, all shy and pure, built like a wood plank. Then suddenly and without warning, she turns into a busty blonde Elf with tits that tear right out of her leather armor. The next week, she becomes a muscular Tiefling with a massive cock that she couldn’t hope to hide in her tight riding pants. Later on it’s a Goblin, then a Satyr, then even a Mind Flayer.

She tries to shapeshift right back before anybody notices. But it always seems to happen in crowded places, so she always gets at least a few weird stares. She can‘t even tell whose fantasy she becomes most of the time. At first, she tries to convince herself that she hates it. But she can’t deny how hot it is.

She starts morphing her tits and hips and ass bigger in her natural form, hoping her party won’t notice if she does it slowly enough. If her tight, flat armor is going to get destroyed anyway, she might as well opt to wear a busier, curvier design, right? Then she starts adding the features people seem to like the most— sensitive Elf ears, handlebar Tiefling horns, a dexterous Dragonborn tail that draws attention to a bouncy Water Genasi ass. She tells her party she’s just experimenting and trying new things. They aren’t convinced.

It’s not too long until one of her party members catches her in a clearing near camp. She’s got a Lamia tongue wrapped around a giant Centaur cock, one clawed hand fondling her massive tits and the other furiously rubbing away at a fat swollen pussy. She becomes the party’s stress relief toy after that. The curse wears off after a while, but she never tells her friends— it’s just too tempting to suddenly and “accidentally” turn into their exact type in the hopes that they’ll pin her down and fuck her right then and there.

[the-local-lurker]

Ectoberhaunt Day 17: Blood

Danny tries to find a reliable method to clean his ectoplasm contaminated blood from his clothes - there's a reason his parents always wear hazmat suits.

(748 words... and an illustration!) (a fair warning: it's probably not very good, I'm just trying to practice)

_______

It started out simple enough. He changed into his human form after a nasty fight and before he knew it, the side of Danny's t-shirt was soaked red with his blood, giving off strange green glints every now and then. Unfortunate, but not that bad. 

Or that's what he thought, until he tried to wash it and realized that nothing worked. Not the usual things he used, and not even the tricks he found on the internet. Soap, water, baking soda, soaking, hydrogen peroxide, bleach…

“Ah!” 

Bleach was a bit surprising.

Danny jerked his hand away from the sizzling brownish mess that was gradually eating away at the poor fabric of his favorite t-shirt, almost knocking over the white canister of bleach nearby with the sudden movement. Good thing that he had a few shirts like that. 

He shook his fingers, slightly reddened and stinging from where they came into contact with the substance. It took him about a second of watching it bubble and increase in volume to deem it a lost cause and to hurriedly stuff it into the ecto-waste bag from the lab, whatever material it was made from thankfully withstanding the corrosive effects of the chemicals. Despite his swift action, a few leftover bubbles made it onto the floor, and proceeded to pop almost immediately, leaving nothing but a few small indentations in the tiles. 

“… Man. I can't believe I use this thing regularly.” Danny mumbled, shooting a look at the canister. 

So, that is a bust then.

Shaking his head, he stood up and lifted it, he should put it back in its place. And get rid of that bag. 

The next morning, Danny frowned at his closet in irritation, looking at the splotchy stains visible on a couple of his t-shirts. He had four clean ones left, and a few on which the blood wasn't that noticeable or easily covered. One would think that with how fast he heals, this would be far less of a problem, but no. That would mean things going well for him for once and we can't have that.

... He'd have to get this figured out soon if he doesn't want to dodge even more questions, if only about why he suddenly insists on doing his laundry by himself.

Well, he'll think about it in school. Not much else he can do about it for now. He grabbed some clothes and quickly got ready. Shortly, he was leaving through the front door, yelling out a quick goodbye to no one in particular – it pleased him a little when he heard his parents respond from the basement – and headed out. 

The walk to school was uneventful, and it was kind of sad how this was becoming a reason to feel uplifted. By the time he stood before the looming building, he still had time to spare, perfect. 

____

“It sucks. Better outcome–no effect, worse outcome–when I tried bleach, it got all corrosive.” Danny threw up his hands in frustration as he walked to class with Sam and Tucker. 

“Well, then you've got no other choice but to try random stuff until you discover something that works... What abooout… baking soda? Peroxide? Too obvious… lemon juice?” suggested Tucker, reading from his PDA.

“Nah, I tried all of that, among, like, twenty other things. I'm pretty sure there are literally no methods left,” answered Danny, sounding equal parts irritated and resigned.

“Even that detergent thing your parents made specifically for ectoplasm?” 

“Yep. That smudged it a little, I think, but it's not really enough to be useful,” 

“Have you tried stuff like sea salt or sage? Y'know, old school ghost purifying things? Might work on that too.” Shrugged Sam.

"I didn't. But that's..." Danny paused briefly, considering, before nodding: “that's worth a shot. Where do I get it?” 

Sam grinned. “I've got you covered. I'll bring it to school tomorrow. You better take some rubber gloves or something though. If it works, it's not a stretch to say that it'll work on your skin too."

“Got it. Thank you, Sam, you're a lifesaver.”

____

What the hell, it works.

It took a few tries and combinations with other washing supplies, but finally, it works! 

Danny will have to remember to thank Sam again after he's done with this, the relief he felt when he saw the dark spot gradually smudge and lose its saturation was stronger than he'd care to admit.

No more worrying about this particular problem.

Good.

[rawwithlove]

✨to die 4✨

🕷️🪦💀

[strawberry789]

I'm a big fan of the AU where Otto basically adopts all three Peters, so I wanted to do a little sketch for it. Poor Otto doesn't want to burden his boys with his own inner demons...

[blackholemojis]

Here's some alternate HPD emojis as inspired by this post! Here's a link to the original as well if anyone wants it: X

[ID: four variations of a person with a heart on their chest and a calm expression. In all versions, there are little stars/sparkles around them, and small emphasis marks. In the first they're placing both hands on a purple blob and a green square, and the colors from each fade up their arms in every emoji. In the second version they're holding their hands up, below a floating pair of purple exclamation points and a green heart. In the third version their hands are on the blob and the square again, but the exclamation points/heart icons are included on each. In the fourth version, both shapes have been changed to ovals but still have the exclamation/heart icons on them. /End ID]

[sonknuxadow]

was really excited for sonic 3 at first but the more information that comes out about it the more nervous i get. we barely even know anything yet and they somehow keep making all the wrong decisions. Come on man.

[le-jardin-inculte]

don't mind me just thinking about

and

something something the mortifying ordeal of being Perceived

[dykecubes]

I think a major part of why the the idea that men are the problem in this situation rubs me the wrong way is because it’s just weeks after Cellbit came forward with his abuse story, a man who was abused by a woman, and who’s story didn’t get nearly as much attention as this despite their similarities

To imply that all men are always the brutish, violent attackers to innocent female victims is.. well it’s archaic, it’s misogynistic, and it implies that it’s impossible for men to be the victims of abuse, immediately discrediting the stories of male victims

This is especially important considering that, from the evidence we’ve seen and from billzo’s response, it’s very clear that his girlfriends were likely not the only people Wilbur abused and he probably did have male victims too

[sneez]

the other day i was looking through the drawings on my old laptop and found this self-portrait art challenge thing i did at some point several years ago, so i thought it would be interesting to update it with my current self for old times' sake :-) i don't know why i felt the need to be so mean to myself in all the descriptions but i have tried to be at least slightly nicer this time around. sorry past me [id under cut]

[id: a series of four full-body digital drawings of a pale-skinned person at different ages. the first three depict me in 2007, 2013, and 2017 under the heading 'George'; the fourth, in a different art style, depicts me in 2023 under the heading 'Ned (I changed my name)'.

the first drawing shows a young child with long hair wearing a fluffy pink jumper, a pink skirt, and pink shoes. bullet points above read:

annoying

copies other people constantly

draws cute animals

arrogant

cries when told off

maybe 1 friend

the second drawing shows a young teenager wearing a hoodie and trainers and looking uncomfortable. bullet points above read:

anxious

listens to Simon and Garfunkel exclusively

bad under pressure

anime

writes bad fanfiction

draws bad fanart

the third drawing shows a smiling teenager wearing a plaid shirt, jeans, and brown boots. bullet points above read:

what the HELL is a Self Esteem

really into 60s music

cries a lot

0 fashion sense

usually dissociating

thinkin about trees

the fourth drawing shows a young man with messy brown hair, a striped brown shirt, a beige woollen tank top, and burgundy plaid trousers; he is leaning on a wood-textured folding cane and holding the strap of a brown leather satchel with his other hand. bullet points above read:

still no self-esteem but medicated now

significantly worse handwriting (wrist knackered)

I haven't changed much to be honest

RBF so severe I get followed around by the security guards at the supermarket

autism

end id.]

[naurasweetarudesu]

The Centennials!

Art trade with @skarloeyspa . I drew their Skarloey and Rheneas because I love these two silly old men 🥹

I love how they made these two changes outfit that based on the eras where they get overhaul. Love the 1958's Loey and 1961's Neas because idk but I feel that kind of outfit gave classy but casual vibe.

Without background:

[agnerd-bot]

Fate Fanservant: Awilix, Forgotten Goddess of the Moon(Archer)

(Thanks to Erineas on Twitter for this fantastic commission!)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: Dressed in a white shirt with silver, green and gold patterns, with red and white striped jeans. On her head is a black hat with a similar silver, green, and gold pattern, and over her shirt is a black poncho with repeating patterns of quetzals, jaguars, and eagles. Part of her white hair is pulled into a braid along the side of her head, and the rest is left to flow back freely. In her left hand is an atlatl, and in her right is a spear tipped with obsidian.

Second Stage: The poncho is replaced by a shorter quechquemitl, and a skirt and belt replaces the jeans. A crown of feathers sits atop her head, and a cloak of jaguar skin hangs over her back. Her shoulders, arms, and shins are covered with patterned armor, and part of her face is covered with a helmet that covers part of her eyes. The atlatl is replaced with a blowgun.

Final Stage: Her form has shifted from that of a human to a Nagual, in her case a were-jaguar with the spots resembling swirling galaxies. She retains both the cloak and the crown, but she eschews any weapons in favor of her teeth and claws. Her hair flows freely behind her, and her eyes glow a deep jade as a lunar eclipse hangs behind her.

Theme:

Story Theme: Bounty Hunter

Regular Battle Theme: The Megas - The Belmonts (Skulls) - 01 Cracked Skulls

Grand Battle Theme(Awilix-Yaxche): Madara Song - "Can't Go Back" | FabvL ft DizzyEight & Sinewave Fox [Naruto]

Grand Battle Theme(Awilix VS Kukulkan): 龍が如く極 - For Who's Sake

Traits:

Class: Archer

Alternate Class: Lancer, Caster, Avenger

True Name: Awilix

Source: Mayan Mythology(The Popol Vuh)

Region: Guatemala

Alignment: Lawful Good Attribute: Sky

Known as: Xbalanque, Auilix, Awilix-Yaxche, Goddess of Death, Queen of the Night Sky, Mayan Hero Twin, Goddess of Sickness, The Usurper Lostbelt King

Voice Actress: Mikako Kumatsu

Deck: QABBB

Parameters: Strength: B Endurance: A+ Agility: A++ Mana: B+ Luck: C NP: EX

Passive Skills:

Incarnation of the Sun and Moon A:

In legend, Awilix and her mortal incarnation Xbalanque were said to have embodied both the moon and the sun. As a goddess, Awilix was the queen of the night sky, with dominion over everything that happened underneath the cover of night. As a mortal, Xbalanque was given the name 'Hidden Jaguar Sun', and it is said that he and his brother Hunahpu became the sun and moon after their conquest of Xibalba.

After the death of her twin Tohil, Awilix became the living manifestation of both the moon and sun, controlling the path the celestial bodies take across the sky. Through Awilix, life begins and ends, and through Awilix, life prospers and collapses.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own debuff resistance by 20%. -Increases party's debuff success rate by 8% while self is on the field.

Divinity of the Dead God A+:

After killing Ah Puch and the Twelve Lords of Xibalba, Awilix became the supreme goddess of death itself, holding complete dominion over the dead. Even a fellow Mesoamerican god of the dead, Xolotl, admitted that her power far surpassed his in this state, and the Lord of the Dead, Baron Samedi, noted that even as Grand Caster, his chances at winning a direct engagement were likely to end in Awilix's favor so long as she had the fame bonus in her home territory.

Indeed, so long as death exists as an idea, Awilix reigns supreme as the ruler of all that is dead.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own damage by 280. -Increases damage against 'God of Death' enemies by 20% -Reduces damage taken by 'Undead' and 'Divine' enemies by 500.

Active Skills:

Pok-ta-Pok A+:

As well as having domain over sickness, death, and the moon, Awilix is the goddess of the Mesoamerican ballgame known as Pok-ta-Pok, or Pitz. Her human incarnation, Xbalanque, and his twin brother Hunahpu, were beloved by their town's people for their unmatched athleticism and talent at the game, with the sport even leading to them defeating the Twelve Lords of Xibalba in the end.

As a Servant, this physical prowess manifests as a near-perfect body befitting a divinity, an evolved form of the Natural Body skill. Awilix has a form that does not age, reflexes beyond mortal ken, and is immune to any curse, illness, or interference with said divinity. Such is the natural state of one of the Tohil.

Naturally, Awilix is proud of her physical form, and will take any time she can to brag about both it and her talent at Pok-ta-Pok.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases own Buster performance for 3 turns. -Reduces own damage taken for 5 attacks, 5 turns. -Grants self Debuff Immunity for 3 times, 5 turns. -Increases own buff removal resistance for 3 times, 5 turns.

Jaguar Sun Xibalba EX:

A divine force equal to that of Zeus's own Authority of Lightning. After consuming both Kukulkan and Ah Puch, Awilix gained complete authority over life and death itself, able to do the impossible and restructure the very foundation of the Mayan Lostbelt to her whim by raising Xibalba into the heavens as a mirror to the world of the living. Having Authority over the Sun, Moon, Stars, and Earth itself, Awilix has the ability to shape the very universe as she sees fit, overriding even the Authorities of her fellow gods Ixchel, Chaac, Huracan, and Jacawitz easily if she so chooses.

The main drawback to this immense level of power is that Awilix expends incredible amounts of energy when using her Authority, requiring blood sacrifices from the Mayan people in order to hold the Lostbelt together, effectively making Awilix the lynchpin that the Lostbelt needs to survive.

(FGO Effect:) -Reduce all enemies' NP Gauge by one. -Charges own NP Gauge. -Recovers own HP. -Increases own damage for 5 attacks, 5 turns.

You Shall Conquer All the Nations A+:

The Tohil were the three patron gods of the K'iche' empire of Qʼumarkaj, consisting of Tohil, god of the sun, Jacawitz, god of the mountains, and Awilix, goddess of the moon. Through the gods, the K'iche's were blessed with the gift of fire, and their kingdom expanded to great heights, and in return, the K'iche' offered sacrifices to the Tohil of flesh and blood.

But every empire is destined to fall, and even one blessed by the gods is no different. The K'iche' kingdom fell, from rebellion, from invasion, and from conversion. The great capital of Qʼumarkaj was razed to the ground, and its kings were burned alive as a message to the survivors. In their forms of stone statues, the Tohil could do nothing to stop as their very identities were erased from the scriptures by the Spanish, becoming a mere footnote in the history written by the Spanish.

It is for this reason that Awilix fights. To return the K'iche' people to an era of prosperity. To return the gods to their rightful place in the heavens. To return the world as it was once before.

To be worshipped as the supreme god of the Maya, unquestioned and unstoppable.

(FGO Effect:) -Inflict Skill Seal on all enemies for 2 turns. -Inflicts Poison with 500 damage for 5 turns to all enemies. -Inflicts Toxic status for 5 turns to them.

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm: Qʼumarkaj Impact - Vengeance Falls from the Stars Above Rank: EX Maximum Targets: — Range: —

Classification: Anti-World

A Noble Phantasm that is the origin of Yù Tù's own Noble Phantasm, A Dream Realized - A Rabbit Riding the Moon. In myth, alongside being the goddess of the Moon, Awilix was also the patron deity of the Mayan Ball Game Pitz. Much like how Ishtar's An Gal Tā Kigal Shē takes the very concept of Venus and fires it like a bullet, Awilix's Qʼumarkaj Impact has her take the moon and compact it into a simple ball that she can kick around with ease. Once she finds her target, she launches her attack with incomprehensible speed and power. Even the Storm Border, with its incredible magical defenses, had its body torn through as if it was nothing.

It is the vengeance of a goddess who saw her nation burned to the ground, her temples ransacked, and her people slaughtered. The rage of a deity who seeks to undo her past mistakes, and rewrite the world as she sees fit, no matter what seeks to stand in her way.

(FGO Effect:) -Increases Buster Card Effectiveness(Activates first). -Remove Buffs from All Enemies (Activates first). -Deal Heavy Damage to All Enemies.

Noble Phantasm: Nagual K'ab'awil - Divine Path of the Animal Rank: EX Maximum Targets: 1 Range: —

Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

In Mesoamerican religion, the Nagual is a being that can shift forms from a humanoid state into that of their tonal animal. While many feared the destructive nature of the Nagual, there are some that used their powers for good. Awilix in particular had two animal totems, the eagle and the jaguar, as well as having a certain Lunar Rabbit as her servant.

As a Nagual, Awilix can morph her body into a more animalistic state, her muscles growing larger, her skin being covered in jaguar's pelt, her back sprouting eagle's wings, and her personality shifting to a more monstrous mindset. While Awilix is infinitely more ruthless and sadistic in this state, she is far from an 'evil' god. Rather, she becomes a 'monstrous' god, an animal who will not relent until its territory is free of any who wish its partners harm.

In this state, she was even able to fight the immortal Camazotz to a standstill, while her mortal incarnation Xbalanque could only hope to hide from his wrath. After a battle that Yù Tù claims to have shook all creation, she was eventually able to overcome the bat god, managing to kill him permanently within Xibalba.

Noble Phantasm: Junalik Yaxche - The Roots of All That Live Rank: A++ Maximum Targets: ??? Range: ???

Classification: Anti-Lostbelt(Self)

The famous tree of life of Mayan mythology, composed of four separate trees planted in all four corners of the World, all surrounding a massive ceiba tree whose roots dug all the way into the deepest pits of Xibalba, and whose branches reached into all thirteen layers of heaven, akin to the Yggdrasil tree of Norse Mythology. It is said that the gods themselves descended into the realm of humanity by climbing down this sacred tree. Much like Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang and The Lion King's Rhongomyniad, it is a divine pillar that holds up one of the Textures of the world, in this case being the sacred tree that connects humanity to the afterlife.

As one of the children of the maize god and calabash tree Hun Hunahpu, and as a mortal who climbed into the heavens themselves and became the moon, Lostbelt King Awilix has attained some form of Authority over the Yaxche tree. She does not wield it as a weapon like Sun Wukong or Goddess Rhongomyniad, but rather draws directly from its power by consuming its fruits, and further enhanced the World Tree’s abilities by feeding it her Lostbelt's own Fantasy Tree, Andromeda. In times of desperation, Awilix can fully consume Yaxche in its entirety and in turn become the pillar that binds life, death, and the heavens. As Awilix-Yaxche, she becomes a divinity beyond divinity itself, ascending past the idea of a Divine Spirit and becoming a true god of the cosmos capable of shaping the universe as she pleases, capable of shattering the barrier between life and death itself and resurrecting her fellow gods to their fullest potentials.

"I am no mere goddess of the moon as you thought... I am Awilix, Queen of the Night Sky and Lord of the Dead. All things that die pass through me... And all things that return pass through me."

Noble Phantasm: Xquic Sol Muerto - Humiliation of Seven Macaw Rank: A Maximum Targets: 3 Range: 150,000,000 km

Classification: Anti-Army

A combination attack Noble Phantasm that can only be accessed if Awilix is summoned alongside her twin, Tohil. As the mortal Hero Twins of Mayan legend, Xbalanque and Hunahpu, the pair accomplished many legendary feats in their time, one of the most famous being the defeat of Seven Macaw, a bird demon who proclaimed himself to be both the sun and moon.. To this end, they used both their physical strength and incredible wits, ultimately ending in them robbing the monstrous bird of all his glittering teeth and shining gemstones, and proving definitively who the true embodiments of the sun and moon are.

This legend is inscribed in this tag-team Noble Phantasm, a brutal wrestling move taken straight out of Quetzalcoatl's book. Kukulkan charges in at lightspeed, knocking the opponent's legs from out under their feet, while Awilix charges in with a clothesline strong enough to decapitate any unfortunate Servant caught between the twins. Notably, it has a pronounced effect on gods of the sun and moon, and other similar divinities, as this technique reinforces the Authority of Tohil and Awilix as the ‘true’ sun and moon.

Voice Lines:

Summoned: So this is Chaldea... The organization dedicating to 'fixing' Pan-Human History. What? Oh it's nothing. Regardless, bow before me and praise my name, mortal. I am Awilix, goddess of sickness, death, and the night, sovereign over the K'iche' Maya and incarnation of the sun and moon.

Summoned(Clear Lostbelt 7: Popol Vuh): Tch... To think that I'd still end up in a place like this. The Throne of Heroes either has a sick sense of humor, or this is its idea of 'community service'. Hnn? You want me to introduce myself? Fine, fine. It's a pain in the ass, but it can't be helped. Servant, Archer. Awilix-Yaxche, the Moon that hangs above the Land of the Eternal Spring. No matter the era, no matter the place, the night sky will bless my people.

Level Up 1: It may not be to my particular tastes, but I suppose this is a passable offering. Very well, I accept this for now.

Level Up 2: Hmph. Is that all you have? C'mon, if that's all you got, then let's get some training in at least.

Level Up 3: Huh. It kinda tickles. ...why are you looking at me like that, human?

Level Up 4 (Third Ascension): No... This isn't nearly as satisfying. Give me something fresh. I want to feel the blood run down my chin.

Level Up 5 (Third Ascension): I suppose it can't be helped... But come on, you can't toss in some meat at least?

1st Ascension: Ngh! *crack* Ahhhh... That's much more to my liking. Kehahahahaha! Well? Aren't you impressed, human? C'mon, praise me, worship me! You stand before the almighty chief god, the embodiment of physical perfection! C'mon, let's go find a fleet or an army to crush! I want to test out this new Ascension properly!

2nd Ascension: I have to say... It's nice to be like this for a while. It reminds me of my time spent messing around with Hunahpu when we were younger. Back then it was just the two of us against all the gods, demons, and whatever else the world wanted to throw at us. Ahhhh... Is this what the mortals call 'nostalgia'? ...tch, what a pain.

3rd Ascension: It appears that your offerings have given me the strength to embrace my true Nagual nature. Behold me in my true glory. I am Awilix-Yaxche, the Usurper Lostbelt King, the forgotten goddess who stole the kingdoms of life and death from the Feathered Serpent. I am the god of the oppressed, the forgotten, and the denied. I am the god of both living and dead, night and day. Let all conquerors look upon my face and weep for their impending end, and let them all wither away before my gaze.

4th Ascension: ...I know that the empire I knew is gone. The nations of living and dead has fallen, the eclipse passed both mere moments ago and yet eternities long gone. But... The remnants of the kingdom that raised me still remain. The K'iche' Maya that raised me and my siblings from childhood, and ascended us to the realm of gods. Even if I am not blessed with offerings of flesh and blood, for the Lostbelt that I had lost, and for the Mayan People that remain... I will stand proud, with their memories forever in my heart. That is what it means to be a god.

Fight Start 1: Now this is my element!

Fight Start 2: You wanna take on a god, do you? Fine by me, let’s play!

Fight Start 3: A new victim, huh?! Fine then, I hope you don’t mind if I play rough!

Fight Start 4(Third Ascension): I’ll stain my hands… With your blood…

Fight Start 5(Third Ascension): When you step onto the court against me… You’ll find your arms are too short to box with God.

Skill 1(Pok-ta-Pok): Think you can keep up with me?

Skill 2(Jaguar Sun Xibalba): Reach for the heavens all you like, I will still be beyond your grasp!

Skill 3(You Shall Conquer All the Nations): Come on, just try to topple me!

Skill 4: You cannot escape the eye of the Jaguar… Hm? No, I didn’t say anything.

Command Card Select 1: ¡Sho! ¡Sho!

Command Card Select 2: I’ll make a mark right between your eyes!

Command Card Select 3: This will be fun!

Command Card Select 1(Third Ascension): Tooth and claw!

Command Card Select 2(Third Ascension): Blood and dust!

Command Card Select 3(Third Ascension): Night and day!

Noble Phantasm Select 1: Let’s play ball!

Noble Phantasm Select 2: No matter where you run or hide… The moon sees everything!

Noble Phantasm Select 1(Third Ascension): Another sacrifice laid bare for me to feast upon!

Noble Phantasm Select 2(Third Ascension): You cannot… escape from death!

Attack 1: C’mon, c’mon!

Attack 2: Haaaaa!

Attack 3: Can you keep up with my footwork?!

Attack 4: Too easy!

Attack 5: SEIIIIIII!

Extra Attack 1: I’ll blow you away! JAGUAR KNUCKLE!

Extra Attack 2: You cannot evade me! JAGUAR KICK!

Attack 1(Third Ascension): GRAAAAAAH!

Attack 2(Third Ascension): I’ll tear out your teeth one by one!

Attack 3(Third Ascension): SEIIIAAAAHHH!

Attack 4(Third Ascension): Game over!

Attack 5(Third Ascension): RAAAAAAGGHHHH!

Extra Attack 1(Third Ascension): Attempting to defeat me is as foolish as trying to end nightfall itself!

Extra Attack 2(Third Ascension): Run as much as you want! The night sky covers everything!

Noble Phantasm 1:

Higher, higher, higher...

That's what humanity wants, isn't it?

To climb as high as they can, up to even the moon and stars, where the gods reign?

Well, there's one difference that divides the human race from the gods...

Humanity... Is destined to FALL DOWN!

Now let me bring you all back to Earth!

Q'umarkaj Impact!

Noble Phantasm 2:

This is it! The end of your journey!

No matter what you try, no matter where you hide, I'll bury you all!

You're in my world now!

And under the night sky... I'll always win!

Q'umarkaj... IMPACT!

Noble Phantasm 3(Narrated by Taiga):

Ladies and gentlemen, I can't believe my eyes!

Awilix has ascended to the heavenly pitch!

She's setting up for another play...

It's a header headed straight for the enemy team!

Q'umarkaj Impact!!!

I feel sorry for those poor goalies…

Noble Phantasm 4(Narrated by Taiga):

Once again, the Goddess of Pok-ta-Pok takes the pitch!

Look at that phenomenal footwork!

Oh, what's this?! She's setting herself up for a press towards the goal!

Could it be...?! Yes, it's her signature strike!

Q'UMARKAJ IMPACT!!!

SHE SHOOTS, SHE SCORES, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

Noble Phantasm 1(Third Ascension):

If my kingdoms are destined to fall then let me spit in the face of destiny!

If my fate is to be forgotten by mankind, then let me defy fate itself!

Nothing, god or man, will stand in the way of my future!

Nagual K'ab'awil!

Noble Phantasm 2(Third Ascension):

I am the Stone Beast God of the Mayan Kingdoms.

I am the Hidden Jaguar Sun that conquered Xibalba.

I am Death! And you will not escape my wrath!

Bare thy neck, and become the blood that feeds my altar!

Nagual K’a’awil!

Noble Phantasm 3(Third Ascension):

Behold, the last sight you will ever see…

HRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!

I’LL TEAR YOU TO PIECES, AND EAT YOUR HEART!

NAGUAL K’AB’AWIL!

Damage from Noble Phantasm: ¡Puta la wea, perra, te voy a matar!

Regular Damage: ¡Sho!

Damage from Noble Phantasm(Third Ascension): GHHHHHHH!

Regular Damage(Third Ascension): You little-!

Defeated 1: Ngh…! No! No, I refuse to die here!

Defeated 2: I won’t… stop here…!

Defeated 1(Third Ascension): No… No, not again! It can’t happen like this again!

Defeated 2(Third Ascension): I can… go further than this…!

Victory 1: Haha! As expected, I won that game for us handily.

Victory 2: HAHAHAHAHA! Now that’s what I’m talking about! Come on, let’s move onto the next round!

Victory 1(Third Ascension): Thank you for the offering. I haven’t had that much fun in a while!

Victory 2(Third Ascension): No one can escape the gaze of the night sky… But you should’ve tried harder than that.

Bond Level 1: I am Awilix, one of the three gods created to serve the K'iche' Maya people. To be summoned as a Servant of Proper Human History is… unexpected for me, to say the least. Though I suppose it makes sense when you think about it… Either way, send me to crush your enemies and I will do so without hesitation.

Bond Level 2: Chaldea… An organization dedicated to 'fixing' humanity's past and ensuring that it all continues on as planned. ...hm? 'Is everything alright?' Hmph. What do you care? I am your Servant, you are the Master, isn't that right? What use does Humanity's Last Master have for conversing with their Servants?

Bond Level 3: Master, I can't help but ask… How does The World determine the 'correct' course of action for history to take? What makes this history 'Proper' Human History? Is it 'Proper' for the Spanish Empire to invade the Americas? Is it 'Proper' that they claimed an entire nation for themselves when the Mayan Empire was thriving and happy there? Is it 'Proper' for generations of people to be enslaved, slaughtered, and forced to abandon their history?! WELL?! ANSWER ME-! …I'm sorry. I just… … I'm sorry.

Bond Level 4: I suppose I owe you an explanation for my last outburst. I was a god born for one purpose: to watch over and guide the Mayan people, to be a god that served man as much as man served the gods. And then… Then I lost everything. To say that what happened is the 'right' course of action. To say that was the 'truth' of humanity's destiny. …I cannot accept that. I want to believe that there is a chance to make a future for the people I love. I want… I want them to love me again.

Bond Level 5: I will never accept what has happened in the past. The wrongs that have been done to me and my people. The losses of history, culture, and beliefs over time. I will never forgive the world for what it has done. …but I also understand that you're just like me in that sense. Another person fighting to preserve and save entire generations from being forgotten and destroyed. To that end, I suppose I can enjoy our time spent together.

Bond Level 5(Clear Interlude “From Xibalba With Love”): …did you know that you were not the first Master to summon me? There was another. A young girl who called on me to fight in a Holy Grail War. She was strong, if naive. Open, if not talkative. Kind, if not foolish. I enjoyed her company. I betrayed her in a desperate bid to regain my status as a true god. …like everything I've done in my life, it was all for nothing. I failed to claim my godhood, I failed to protect my Master, and I failed to be a hero. It's funny... I never had a second thought of the lives I’ve taken before, and yet, I can't help but think of her. I wonder what you'd think of me now, Mercedes… 

Dialogue 1: So many people wander these halls… Gods, men, friends, enemies, conquerors and conquered alike. I must wonder how Chaldea hasn’t become a smoldering pile of ash at this point…

Dialogue 2: I have to say, despite my legend involving outwitting the foes Tohil and I faced, I was never a quick thinker when it came to the arts… *sigh* A fact that my half-brothers never let me forget. It’s not my fault I never needed to learn that stuff!

Dialogue 3: Hey, you! Interested in a game? I’m gonna commandeer the simulator to see if we can set up a court. Go grab a handful of Servants, and we can let off some steam.

Dialogue 4(Bond Level 5): I know what it is like to live through the loss of your people… To lose everything you knew and love to a cruel and unjust invader. I won’t let you live through the same pain I did, Master. If I cannot secure the future for my people, then I can at least help you save your own.

Dialogue 5 (If you have Kukulkan): Tohil… No, you're not the same sun deity I grew up with, that much is obvious. Still... I can't help but feel the same comfort I had having my twin standing beside me. From one Lostbelt King to another, Kukulkan, I hope we can get along.

Dialogue 6 (If you have Baron Samedi): Him. Everywhere I go, that accursed Loa seems to follow me, mocking my every movement and every action! Fine then, if he seeks to poke at the Jaguar... Then I hope the fool is prepared to cut himself on my claws.

Dialogue 7 (If you have Yù Tù): Oh? Lamat is here as well? Yes, I remember my time with her fondly. After she broke into my house and accidentally made herself immortal, we spent quite a long time together. I suppose you could go so far and call her my daughter. …how time's gone by since then. Another thing this Proper Human History has taken away from me.

Dialogue 8 (If you have Xolotl): Oh yes, the twin brother of Quetzalcoatl. I suppose in some sense he's my counterpart from Aztec mythology. Then again, maybe it's Tezcatlipoca that fills that role. Or… Coyolxāuhqui? Daaagh! There's too many gods to keep track of! Isn't this Hun Batz and Hun-Chowen's territory?!

Dialogue 9 (If you have Hernán Cortés): So, that bastard from the Grail War in Jerusalem is here too? Last time we met, I was too weak to properly show my true strength against the self-proclaimed 'God Incarnate'. Now… Hehahahahhaha… Now, Master, I'd say it's time for some payback. I'll enjoy crushing his skull with my bare hands.

Dialogue 10 (If you have Jaguar Warrior): Taiga Fujimura… So this is my champion from Proper Human History. I must say, that costume of yours makes you look rather dashing.

Dialogue 11 (If you have Zipacna): Zipacna, have you come to challenge me? Heh, I understand, you weren't satisfied the way our last encounter ended. Fine then. But don't blame me after I cook you on a spit! C'mon, I'll let you reunite with your father and brother!

Dialogue 12 (If you have Fenrir Riding Hood): Oh? The little wolf seems to be looking my way. I suppose it makes sense, given I am the incarnate sun and moon. But I warn you, little girl… You may be a Beast of Humanity, but I alone am the apex predator here. So if you don’t wish to be eaten alive again, I suggest you run off.

Dialogue 13 (If you have Qin Shi Huang or Romulus=Quirinus): The Founding God-Kings, eh? Divinities that forged their own nations, reigning over them as gods. I feel like we could have a lot to talk about. …nah, it's probably for the best that I avoid them. I have a feeling that a conversation between us might get ugly.

Dialogue 14 (If you have any “Death” or “Underworld” related Servants): So, there are other divinities with Authority over death in Chaldea, are there? Hah! Maybe they'll be more of a challenge than those dullards in Xibalba. Or perhaps not.

Dialogue 15 (If you have Guan Yu): So humanity can make their own gods now? How fitting that a butcher of men would be the kind of person they'd deify. Then again, I wouldn't be opposed to seeing how well a god born of humanity stands up to the real deal. Haha! I've made up my mind, Guan Yu! Fight me, and let's see which god is truly worthy of worship!

Likes: There’s nothing better than a good game of pok-ta-pok to get the blood pumping, y’know? Though any type of sport is a good way to get everyone in a good mood. Well, unless you’re my half-brothers, but those furry bastards couldn’t know fun if it kicked them in the tail.

Dislikes: The idea of a ‘Proper’ Human History sickens me… Who decides that a culture is right? What force of the world decides the correct course of action for humanity? If I had the chance to choose… Ngh, nevermind, I’m going to go get some air.

About the Holy Grail: The Grail can grant me any wish I desire. I can reshape the world to befit my history. I could become a god ruling over humanity… Yes, if I had the chance, I would right the wrongs of the World and make a new empire of the Maya. An empire where the gods watch over mankind.

About the Holy Grail(Clear Interlude “From Xibalba With Love”): The Grail can grant me any wish I desire. I can reshape the world to befit my history, I could become a god ruling over humanity… And despite this, the only thing that comes to mind right now is that time in Jerusalem. …but no wish could ever grant me absolution for betraying her.

During an Event: It seems like a festival is going on! In that case, why don’t we join in? Even gods need to enjoy themselves from time to time.Birthday: It’s your birthday is it? Ahhhh, now I see, if that’s the case, let us be off! I know the other Servants seek to celebrate with you as well, but trust me when I say that I will make today an extraordinary celebration that no one, man or god, could ever hope to pull off!

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Awilix, one of the three Tohil in Mayan mythology, and the goddess over sickness, death, and the night. One of the three founding gods of the K'iche' Kingdom in Guatemala, one of the most powerful of the Mayan Empires, Awilix reigns supreme in the Guatemalan Lostbelt as the arbiter of both life and death, a divinity both the living and dead serve.

She is not a 'True' Lostbelt King like Ivan the Terrible or Zeus. Rather, she is a Servant summoned from Proper Human History to destroy the Lostbelt and defeat her twin, Kukulkan. However, she rebelled against the world's original intent, and instead assassinated Kukulkan to take the Lostbelt for herself, taking her sister's position as Lostbelt King.

She is Awilix-Yaxche, the Usurper Lostbelt King.

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 186cm • 77kg 

Source: Mayan Mythology(The Popol Vuh)

Region: Guatemala

Alignment: Lawful • Good

Gender: Female-Presenting 

It is said that after the Tohil turned themselves into stone to become the guardian patrons of the K'iche' Maya, the gods Awilix and Tohil incarnated into mortal forms, becoming the Hero Twins Hunahpu and Xbalanque. After their father, Hun Hunahpu, was defeated and sacrificed by the Lords of Xibalba, the twins were born from Hunahpu's severed head impregnating the Blood Moon, Xquic. From the Xibalban Goddess, the greatest heroes of Mayan mythology were born, the living incarnation of the sun and moon itself.

As Awilix and Xbalanque are essentially one and the same person, the goddess of death has found a way to cheat the system of gods being impossible to be summoned normally, incarnating in her mortal form with her full Divinity intact.

"Hey, it's not cheating! It's being smart!"

It's totally cheating.

Bond Level 2:

In Proper Human History, the K'iche' Maya were gifted with three gods, Tohil, Jacawitz, and Awilix, who they were tasked with guarding and raising. In turn, the trio of divinities known as the Tohil would watch over and bless the Mayan people, gifting them fire, and protecting them from harm in exchange for offerings of blood. Awilix served as the patron goddess of the night sky, sickness, Pok-ta-Pok, and one of the many deities presiding over death. She was second only in authority to her sibling Tohil, who in some legends is the same deity as Qʼuqʼumatz, the K'iche' equivalent to the Yucatan region's Kukulkan.

As the Usurper Lostbelt King of the Guatemalan Lostbelt, Awilix reigns over the deities of the Mayan Pantheon as the sole ruler, taking over the Land of the Eternal Spring after slaying the most powerful gods of life and death. All beings, living and dead, recognize her authority and fear her wrath. With the Mayan people having this unquestioned power presiding over them, they soon spread outward, conquering the rest of Central America, before their influence gripped the entire planet, all while they praised the might of Awilix, the Eternal Eclipse.

Bond Level 3:

In another time and space, she was summoned in a Holy Grail War as a Lancer-Class. There, she only had a small fraction of her power, but was still a fearsome opponent. She dueled with conquerors, lords of death, former friends and former foes. She betrayed and was betrayed, and in the end, she failed to reach the dream she sought. While most Servants forget the wars they fight in, as a Divinity, each second she lived a reminder of how she failed as a goddess. Each wound, each loss, all of them a reminder of how far she fell.

Now, those slights against her serve as further motivation. A promise to avenge her losses and become the goddess that she was meant to be. To shackle the conqueror, to kill the immortal, and to show that even gods of death are as mortal as any man.

Bond Level 4:

The world is full of mirrors. Life and death. Sun and moon. Day and night. Health and sickness. The Maya recognized this, which is why in the Popol Vuh, many figures existed as part of a pair. Hun Hunahpu and Vucub Hunahpu. The Twelve Lords of Xibalba. The demons Zipacna and Cabrakan. And of course, the Hero Twins themselves, Hunahpu and Xbalanque.

In the Mayan Lostbelt, however, Awilix violated this existence of pairs by killing her twin and taking her Authority. The moon and sun were now one and the same. Life and death existed simultaneously. No longer were they a mirror, but rather, a concurrent existence. In turn, the balance of the world was left askew, all power concentrated into a single god. Even after granting other beings parts of her Authority, the Lostbelt was doomed to fall apart, something that Awilix simply could not allow.

So she became the pillar holding Xibalba, Earth, and Heaven together, becoming the entity known as Awilix-Yaxche that fastened all creation together. As a consequence, she became a lynchpin of the world forced to constantly consume her own people to keep existing, a monster that must constantly eat that she loves in order to save them.

Bond Level 5:

History is written by the winners. A phrase that has forever been passed down from generation to generation. To make one’s mark on the world, you have to write your story in the blood of those you conquered and subjugated. The K'iche' Maya were among those conquered, one of the many cultures and nations subjugated during Europe's Age of Exploration. The conquistadors came, burning their kings alive as an example, and razing the city of Qʼumarkaj to the ground.

Such was the course of mankind the World saw 'proper'. The once-great temples dedicated to the gods, now mere ruins. Their beloved sport, now banned for fear of their rituals. Their culture, ripped away, with only scraps left remaining. The gods, the kings, the people, all left forever scarred by the actions of the 'winners'.

Perhaps none were left more broken by this than the goddess of the night sky, Awilix. Raised by the very Mayan people themselves as one of the Tohil, she could do nothing as she watched the invasion of the Spaniards. How her people were raped, slaughtered, and put in chains. How their very existence was seen as 'barbaric', something to be ripped away and replaced with the Spaniard's own brutality. How they happily did it all in the name of 'salvation'.

As a Servant, Awilix's greatest wish is to undo this great tragedy. To become a 'winner' in her own right and have the chance to write a new history. To write a story where the conquered become conquerors, where the blood of the invaders flows freely ,and where the Maya rule over all.

She does not care if she became an enemy of the World to do so.

The World became her enemy first.

Extra (Clear Popul Vuh and Reach Bond 5):

As the Supreme Goddess of the Land of the Eternal Spring, she chose to walk among her people, descending from her throne to embrace the humanity she longed to oversee. She praised them, loved them, and cared for them, just at they had done for her long ago. But she could not save them. No matter what Authorities she gathered, no matter how much power she amassed, she could not save her Lostbelt from falling apart. Proper Human History was destined to eventually overtake her, no matter what power she amassed, no matter how many Servants she slew, the Mayan Empire would meet its end. 

Nevertheless, at the end of the world, when the Sun descended down to meet the Moon once again, she embraced it all with a smile on her face. It mattered not if she tore her body to shreds. It mattered not if her bones cracked beneath her fists with each blow. It mattered not if both Xibalba and Earth were shattering all around her.

As a goddess, it is her duty to protect the people that worshipped her.

And to remember those that have been lost.

"To my people, of both Proper Human History, and of the Lostbelt... Thank you for loving me... and for being loved."

Voice Lines(Lostbelt King):

Fight Start(First Battle): Well now, look who's right on time...

Fight Start (Decisive Battle): Once again, conquerors and raiders have come to my shores. I will fix the mistakes of the past, and claw out a future for my people and I!

Fight Start(Grand Battle): I am the tree that connects Heaven, Earth, and Xibalba, the pillar that holds this Lostbelt aloft. I am Awilix-Yaxche, the Goddess of the Maya! Come, Chaldeans, throw yourselves against me to try and reclaim your history, just as I have. Here and now, we will see whose future truly deserves to live on!

Fight Start(Final Battle): The world above me, the world below me, all coming crashing down... And yet I can't keep my eyes off of you. Ahahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHA! Come on, Tohil! Let's settle this between us once and for all!

Skill 1: You will not evade me!

Skill 2: You will not escape me!

Skill 3: You will not deny me!

Attack 1(Grand Battle): Tremble as the night sky falls on your heads!

Attack 2(Grand Battle): Watch as the stars go out one by one!

Attack 3(Grand Battle): I'll make sure you won't come back from this!

Attack 4(Grand Battle): This is the end of your future!

Extra Attack(Grand Battle): I won't let this world end...! I'll destroy you all if I have to!

Attack 5(Final Battle): Too slow!

Attack 6(Final Battle): Hahahahaha! Come on, come on!

Attack 7(Final Battle): Come on, Tohil, you're getting sloppy!

Attack 8(Final Battle): I know you can take a hit better than that! Or have you just gotten too lazy?!

Extra Attack(Final Battle): Let's keep going... Until the world collapses all around us!

Noble Phantasm 1 (First Battle):

You've done well to make it this far, Chaldea.

You've faced gods, kings, demons, and horrors that defy all explanation.

How sad for you, that your story ends here!

Watch as the moon falls from the sky and crashes down on your heads!

Qʼumarkaj Impact!

Noble Phantasm 2 (Grand Battle):

This World… This History… It has trampled on me and the great kingdoms I helped build…

It has denied me and my peoples' history time and time again.

In turn... Let me deny the World its own history...

And from the corpses of my people, I will plant the seeds for a newer, greater era of prosperity!

JUNALIK YAXCHE!

Noble Phantasm 3 (Grand Battle):

From the four corners of the world, a single tree pierces through Heaven, Earth, and Xibalba.

From deep within the ground, out from the Land of the Trees, the great tree ascends.

Let's climb higher! Higher! Let us reach past the moon and stars into the edge of the universe!

Junalik Yaxche!

Noble Phantasm 4 (Final Battle):

Come on, Tohil! Don't slow down for even a second, because I want to make this last!

Let's solve this the only way we know how! With a final battle until the bitter end!

Q'umarkaj Impact!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Let's keep going until the end of time itself!

Damage from Noble Phantasm(First Battle): Weak.

Damage from Noble Phantasm(Grand Battle): Ghhh! I'm still... in control!

Damage from Noble Phantasm(Final Battle): Hehahahaha! Come on, is that the best you can do?!

Regular Damage(First Battle): That's just sad.

Regular Damage(Grand Battle): Ngh!

Regular Damage(Final Battle): Haha!

Defeated(Grand Battle): No... No, this isn't over! I won't let this be the end!

Defeated(Final Battle): Hunahpu... Tohil... Kukulkan... Hahaha... Can you forgive your stupid twin for all of this...? I just wanted to make a better future... But in the end, I couldn't manage that. All I did... was destroy everything.