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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 3 months

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Some of you have probably noticed that I havent made a liveblog post in a while. Well, thats because I usually read on the bus and during my classes and then I come home and summarize my thoughts on the 2-5 chapters I read after theyve marinated in my head for a little while, but unfortunately i appear to be incapacited at the moment so I cant do that. But because its been weeks and I dont wanna forget anything and I would very much like to finish this series soon, I'll try to read at home sometimes from now on. Since my brain is still a lil mush Im gonna do what I did for my last post, which is write down what Im thinking as Im reading instead of summarizing all my thoughts retroactively, except this time I have my german copy on hand so if I want to quote something it'll be a translation

Anyway, with all that said, welcome to my twisted mind, please enjoy my thoughts on A Court of Mist and Fury Chapters 40

Chapter 40

Ive been wanting to say this for a while now but i kept forgetting, but they translated 'winnowing' as 'den Wind spalten' ['splitting the wind'] and that is objectively so much cooler, shoutout to my gal Alexandra Ernst for that

Feyre being like "ugh, its so pathetic how these human guards think they could stand a chance against even one of us" hurts me so much you guys what have they done to my girl

Once again, its apparently perfectly fine if Rhysand doesnt tell Feyre anything "because she never asked" but if Tamlin doesnt tell her anything when she never asked hes the devil

Also once again, Feyre is perfectly not-triggered at Mor wearing a scarlet dress

Idk how to explain this, but Rhysand saying that Feyre is wearing a golden crown because "she looks so good with it, how could he not give her one" is somehow the perfect encapsulation of the hollowness of her High Lady title

Oh, of course three of the queens only showed up to watch the other two talk, itd be too hard to write dialogue if they actually participated in this important conversation

hello???? Feyre referring to humans as "your kind" ??? wth is going on

"every side bears some blame" hey rhysand ive got a question for ya. which side enslaved the other again

everytime the oldest queen does anything the prose feels the need to remind me of how old and wrinkly she is and its like, i get it, shes OLD

The oldest queen is spitting so hard rn, Im not even gonna question how they heard of the night court when Feyre, who lived closest to Prythian for many years, didnt know anything aout the individual courts prior to getting there herself, Im just gonna put her whole little monologue here: "Oh? [...] The High Lord of the Night Court asks that we join him so that we can save lives together? Fight for peace? And what about the lives that you have taken during your long, despicable existance? What about the High Lord who shrouds himself in darkness and destroys the mind of those who stand in his way? [...] We have heard of you on the continent, Rhysand. We have heard of what the Court of Night is capable of, what you do to your enemies. Peace? I wouldn't have thought that you - a man who enslaves the minds of others and kills them out of pure enjoyment - even know that word."

Anyway, she was spitting absolute bars and Feyre gets super mad about it and almost commits arson but manages to reign herself in and its like girlie, why are you so upset? one of the first things we find out about the night court in this book is that they apparently indiscriminately kill (or atleast torture) anyone who crosses the night court border without permission like theyre the fucking us government, i think the bad reputation is justified

Forgive me if I sound callous, but I have absolutely no sympathy for Rhysand flinching at the mention of Amarantha when Feyre didnt even use her name and is also talking about how she fucking DIED AT HER HANDS

God, I feel like I have something to say about every single line this post is gonna be like 10 thousand words long by the time Im done

So lets take it from the top; Feyre tries to convince the mortal queens to give them the half of the book by recounting to them how much everyone suffered under Amarantha and how she was gruesomely beaten to death and then revived, which is not a compelling argument to me, who actually witnessed all of that, much less these queens who have barely any context for anything shes saying right now

The oldest queen is like "you dont know anything about anything" which is true what the fuck does Feyre know about whats going on in the human world or even the fae world at large, and then Rhysand growls "dont you dare talk down to her!!" because shes passionate and speaking from the heart or whatever and its like, okay, shes still not good at politicking or even just basic negatioation and shes talking to a seasoned politician who old as fuck

Like, if Feyre was actually smart, she wouldve long since realized that she couldnt convince these queens to protect this little slip of land right up to prythians border and been like "okay, you dont wanna protect the land, but can you atleast organize an evacuation so you can atleast save the people" Sure, they definitely still wouldnt have agreed to that because its a sjm book and theyre written to be comically evil, but it would atleast demonstrate Feyre being a little savvy, because right now all we're getting is her being stupid and stubborn in a situation where she really cant afford that

god, im just now noticing how pissed off I am, its been bleeding into my commentary and its not gonna stop, Im sorry. wait no, if youre reading this youre probably looking for negativity, so youre welcome, actually

Anyway, Rhys also says that Feyre is a kindhearted soul looking out for people who cant defend themselves even though she definitely thought that those human guards were pathetic for wanting to defend themselves when she and the other fae were soooooo much more powerful and he definitely knows that because the mental bond is fully open during this meeting and he chastises the queens for being selfish and cowardly when its like, my brother in christ you are doing the exact same bullshit, but atleast the queens are defending a wholeass continent while hes defending one (1) city. and iirc that city ends up getting attacked and destroyed anyway so good job my guy

Theres something so oddly biblical about the story Mor is telling about Miriam, down to her name being Miriam

That island thats removed from time is such bullshit istg

Is it just me or have these bozos not actually explained what they even need the other half of the book for. theyre just like "we need to stop this war and we'd like peace between humans and fae" and its like cool, hows the book gonna help with that though

im sorry, feyre wants to punch that old woman in the face????

the chapter ends with Elain being like "I hope they burn in hell" and i get that, they just straight up said that they want to abandon a whole bunch of people (them included) to die if a war breaks out, but you cant say that the night court girlies are not also at fault for being so fucking bad at politics

#anti acotar #anti acomaf #anti rhysand #anti feyre #flames and darkness liveblog

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whiteoutzz · 4 months

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so this post... yeah i am having alot of fun. yeah nobody can stop me and once im done with the script i might just get to the longfic i have planned. yeah its fun

[id: drawing of Arctic and Darkstalker standing in front of eachother; both of them have pointy shapes, with darkstalker's mane being much shorter and covering only the neck, while Arctic's covers the whole chest. Both of them have tufts on their foreheads and are looking at eachother angrily, Arctic bit more reserved while Darkstalker's anger is louder. Arctic has his wings pinned down while Darkstalker's are standing up. Arctic has blue string tied around his snout, while darkstalker has blue stitches around his mouth. Behind them there is a blue web on top of a purple background; but what covers most of it is a silhouette of Queen diamond, pure white with blue eyes, her wings spread out, iron crown with blue gems embedded in it. / end id]

(putting the story under the cut; cw for torture)

the general story is; before darkstalker kills arctic, he gets a vision clear enough it makes him stop. he sees his mother foeslayer, knowing she is alive. arctic still confessed but isn't physically harmed yet; clearsight confirms the vision but looks bit sad and confused, like she is hiding something from him, but can't tell why. darkstalker rips out bit of his scroll, but rest is confiscated so he can only cast few spells (breaking it would have similar effect; his spells would be very limited and small). he lets arctic go but follows him to the ice kingdom, enchanting himself to be invisible. he follows him for a while before getting distracted and eventually finds the tunnels; he frees foeslayer but almost as soon she is gone (and protected; he made sure to word the spell so she can't be taken back. he put it directly on her after all) and is caught by queen diamond. arctic is forced to marry snowflake again, and both of them are very miserable about it. its horrible. meanwhile darkstalker gets tortured in the caves. first diamond couldnt hurt him physically, but quickly she figured that one; he didnt make himself unable to feel pain, and two; he forgot to enchant his insides too. spell loopholes and all that she enchants him so his organs regenerate no matter how damaged, so he cant die trough that type of injury then stabs him through the mouth. she figures out more and more creative ways to hurt him later. one day she brings arctic, thinking that would be his final push, to kill his own son, but she is almost surprised how little arctic cares about darkstalker. he stabs him trough the mouth but inside arctic feels bit weird about it, especially seeing his son bleed blue. but he does not think about that. or tries to atleast.

but he tries to figure out a plan, especially that he was allowed to visit darkstalker after that, seeing that care wasnt there and he could be used as a tool of torture. but maybe he doesnt want his life to end like that. he offers darkstalker to make a plan to escape, but first he refuses. also maybe tries to talk with snowflake and while both still hate echother and snowflake is still rightfully angry for what arctic did to her, maybe they have shred of solidarity for once. and you know the whole thing with both of them already having partners and you know. things look bad but maybe darkstalker at some point will want out enough that he will agree to the plan, but for now; to be continued

(also "oooh why arctic now wants to escape even if he came back willingly?" sometimes u forget how bad things were until you experience them again)

(meanwhile in night kingdom there is a civil war happening, but i dont have details about it yet. but its fun)

#wof #wings of fire #wof au #wings of fire au #wof darkstalker #wof arctic #torture #snowart #crunch au

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stargirlie25 · 6 months

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Lets talk about the 4 foot nothing famous jewel hoarding biatch Amren.

Well if you did not know yet i do not like Amren. Mainly because she can be the biatch everybody thinks nesta is and gets away with it or in other words does not get treated how nesta was. Although there was times when Amren.....i cant say it....OK when Amren ate. LIKE IM TALKING SHE READ MY MIND.

Shes my second least favorite but here are small scenes where i lowkey loved her:

Acosf chapter 64 pg 656: Azriel asked,´´You made a bargain to die together?´´ ´´Fools,´´ Amren hissed ´´Romantic, idealistic fools´´ A few lines later..... Amren massaged her temples again. ´´We can discuss the idiocy of this bargain later´´ Real amren. REAL! Like feyre girl dont glare like you dont know how stupid you are like i know you cant read but common sense! (a joke) Like do they not realise that even after Nyx is born if one dies they birth die and nyx will become parentless and crowned the high lord of the night court. Then for the rest of his life he would have to except the fact that when his mother was pregnant WITH HIM,his parents decided that their love was far more important than the small child with a life ahead. Listen feyre i get that you cant live without Rhysand. But girly pops being a mother carry´s a responsibility. When you figured out you are pregnant THAT cell in your body is your TOP priority. That cell over the world. Even is rhys died by some tragic way feyre, you cant just dip! Neither can you rhysand YOU LITTLE MONKEYS.

Acosf chapter 29 pg 311: Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, ´´There is an Innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed too´´ A few seconds later..... She threw a nod toward Azriel. ´´Including Elain, who is more than capable of defending herself from against the darkness of the trove,if she chooses to. Don´t underestimate her´´

THANKYOU AMREN! Not to mention when cass said ´´but nesta should´ LIKE ATEEE but this would be a very long post if i talked about all the times cassian ate. Anyways amren is very right here only regarding elain bc she was sh!t talking about my wife (Nesta) so shes not compleatly right. Although im grateful someone said it. Lets note the fact when she said if she chooses to. Dont underestimate her´´ Sarah for sure added this to tell us how Azriels protectiveness of Elain goes. Not in the good way babe. I mentioned this and someone replied to me, StiLL AzRIel DId NoT FORbiD ElAin FRom DoING iT. WHY DOES THAT MATTER?

This man quite literally got mad about the idea of approaching elain with the REQUEST of helping. It isnt him saying no no its super dangerous this is Azriel basically saying we should not suggest this to her at all. That isnt care or protectiveness. ITS SPEAKING FOR SOMEONE AS IF THEY DONT HAVE A VOICE TO DO IT THEMSELVES. Not to mention Elain wanted to! Also lets talk about the fact how Elain called out nesta on belittling her for wanting a small life but restraining her for looking for bigger. WHICH IS SO REALL GO ELAINNN. Although she said that to Nesta BECAUSE Nesta said absoloutly not to the idea of elain trying to help on her on free will. Now just imagine what Elain would say if she knew what azriel thinks of her.

There is also another part where i liked amren but it was in acowar. It was when feyre was saying something about Elain (probably doubting her) and amren said that she sounded like tamlin. JAJAJAJAJAJ And then mor was threatning her like girl shut your stupid mouth. ANYWAYSS if Amren had been the one to say sorry to nesta i would love her but naurrr SJM hates me.

#gwynriel #anti speaking for someone else #anti child abandonment #anti amren lol #amren #feyre #rhysand #elain #gwyn #azriel #emerie #nesta #cassian #lucien #elucien #anti e/riel

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jane-crow · 7 months

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ummm oc ranting???

get ready this is going to be a fucking lot/srs ALSO TW JUST TO BE SAFE: mention of puk1ng b100d/coughing b100d

(first one is hisan. the one with wings second one is clax the one with a flower crown- also when my husband sees this i wasnt sure if i should put the redesigns so i didnt just for the time being- apologies)

(clax shit) trauma. so much trauma- but anywayanyway going away from childhood- xey meet this god- his (the gods) name is phantom :D and throughout the aus (yes thats important) hes a well known god SPEIFICALLY for his spell book AND GUESS WHAT FELLAS??? yeah clax is somesomehow a decadent from phantom- like zey have god blood basically

so clax gets his spell book and is very good with it and uses it against the universe destroyer basically-her names hisan and yes she does have a design- let me fetch it heheh

(hisan) the reason why (basically) everyone hates hisan- is because she basically tortures clax- often

they are baically evil bitches who want to rule the multiverse- and hisan is basically one of the most powerful

sad fact!: hisan used to be friends with clax when he was younger

basically by shaking her hand it bounded them together forever- yeah dont ask to much

anand naturally hisan has powers-

she can make you relive truama,give you nightmares andand- well those are the MAIN ones

she can possess you to

and she has these red strings she can summon so ykkk- slay hours

clax also basically cannot sleep because of the nightmares hisan gives to zem- clax is basically running on coffee 24/7

sooo- what does clax exactly do?

well- zey protect the multiverses so hisan cant control every living human-

hisan also has minions she sends after clax!

at one point hisan had a war with clax. i think it was like- 10,000 of her minions vs clax. all at once. yeah clax had fun.

and one random thing i guess? uh- hisan can kill clax but clax cant kill her- BASICALLY MEANS hisan can kill clax and live BUT clax cant kill her and live- if clax kills hisan then they both die

clax has god blood- as of rn clax is a demi-god and not a god

only because once the gods feel zer ready then clax has to fight the five gods (4+phantom) and if he wins HURRAY GOD CLAX if he loses he stays a demi-god

bbuuuttt clax has a spell issue-

he can only use four powerful based spells (like- if he was to blow up a building or something ig?) at once

at one point he got hit with an axe to protect one of the aus and um it affected zer magic basically

IF he uses more than four? ||he coughs blood/pukes blood||

AND SOMETHING THE WET CAT WASNT TOLD???

hes kind of immortal in a way? like- the axe SHOULD have killed zem but didnt THAT was because zer a demi-god and arent- technically very human so yeaaahhh-

and zer life span is extentedlike age wise- zey dont know how long that is but its longer than a normal humans length

and due to trauma reasons zey do NOT want to live longer than zey need to- bro is ready to hit that restart life button

and now an au segment :] basically- think of this as the undertale aus- clax in different timlines but as different people because otherwise none of this will make sense at all

ok SOOOO there wwas this au called "adventurer!au" who was the one who found clax/the og au in this case

and they both co-owned the "au house" together rather than just having one of them own it and advent was a bit of a uh- posessive friend when it came to clax

aadvent made this one invention that could basically reset timelines- or at least the day anyway

basically advent just used that to talk to clax and shit way to much- SO MUCH SO clax eventually became aware AND WAS VERY PISSED

so zey confronted adveadvent about this and banished them from the au household

clax hates to speak of them at all

ANNNDDD at one point

clax used a time seeing spell to see what else advent had done throughout the timeline resets and advent had actually killed one of the aus

so yeaahh-

clax is now the owner and is happy about it

yeah ummm- thats basically it?

#oc rant #ocs #i have to much time

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raeharmonia · 8 months

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I Fell in love with an Angel

Author's note: IM BACK WITH ANOTHER LYMARANTHE FIC YIPPEEEEE

This fic is inspired by Must be Love and While You Were Sleeping by Laufey JSJSJSJ

Word count: 4.6k (lord help me) NOT PROOFREAD

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, might be ooc Lyney (i tried qwq), mentions of death, Lyney's pov

"Would you like to hang out with us today?"

Says Lyney with a wide grin, his eyes are filled with a hopeful twinkle. Amaranthe sighs, unable to find the strength to say no to his annoyingly cute face.

"Fine.. It just so happens that i have free time today."

She says as she closed her navy sketchbook and puts it back to its rightful place on her leather belt. Lynette took a sip of her tea and settled it down on the white marble table, a faint smile etched on the cat hybrid's face.

"Im so glad that you agreed, Amaranthe."

Amaranthe gave her a friendly nod before turning her head to ask Lyney a question.

"What are we going to do to spend this afternoon, Mr. Lyney?"

"Huh, i havent really thought about that. I didn't expected you to actually say yes to my offer." Lyney scratches the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

"How about this, you can decide what we shall do today. Does that sound good to you?"

"That doesn't sound bad.. How about we take a walk at one of my family's gardens? I can show you around and i know a few activities we can do besides admiring the scenery."

Ah, the family gardens, one of the Deschamps family's pride and joy.

"Yes yes of course! That sounds amazing, dont you think so too, Lynette?" Lyney beamed.

"I think its sounds great." She replied with a smile once again.

The three then proceeded to finish their tea and confectioneries before departing to one of the Deschamps' many gardens.

Amaranthe led the way in front of the twins, a wide smile spreads across Lyney's face as he observed her walking figure. His cheeks grew a bit warm as he's laying eyes on her. Strange.

As their stroll continued, he noticed how the shining sun granted the lady with a soft golden glow which made her look like an angel descending from the heavens.

Oh who is he kidding? In his eyes, Amaranthe's already an angel. A beautiful, elegant, and kindhearted angel.

"Lyney, are you perhaps in love with her?" Lynette asked, her voice snapped out of his trance.

"In love? What made you come to that conclusion, dear sister?" Lyney asked with a smile.

"Its just that, you always look at Amaranthe like.. That."

"Like what?"

"We're here." Amaranthe called before Lynette could provide her answer.

The twins glanced upwards at the garden's gate. It's made of off silver iron with intricately decorated pearly white details with the Deschamps family crest carved on top. Tendrils of vines surrounded the gate with crimson red roses accompanying them.

Amaranthe opened the gate and gestured the two magicians to enter the garden. Upon stepping in the plot of land, they see myriads of colorful flowers and plants, trees that stand mighty and tall, and a breathtaking view.

The two are awestruck, they never saw such a view so mesmerizing as this!

"Its beautiful isnt it?" Amaranthe slightly smiled before leading the way once more.

During their walk, they see a plethora of flowers such as rainbow roses, lumidouce bells, even ones that are native to other nations like glaze lilies and padisarahs. Amaranthe plucked a few of these flowers and placed them on her hand carried basket while Lyney and Lynette does the same.

"Hey Amaranthe, what are we going to do with the flowers that we picked?" Lyney asked out of curiosity.

"Oh? We're going to make some flower crowns, dont worry i'll teach you both how."

Making flower crowns? Taught by the radiant lady herself? Now Lyney's excited. Now he must pick the perfect blossoms for his lady's crown, a crown fit for a princess. He gave her a wide smile before continuing their stroll.

They then stopped by an apple tree and sat down beneath its shade. Amaranthe then teaches the twin magicians the basics of making flower crowns, she first taught how to braid the flower stems together and then finishing the lesson with how to secure the finished crown.

Unfortunately for Lyney, he was too distracted by the painter's extravagant beauty that he couldn't find himself to pay attention. Lynette rolled her eyes as she noticed her brother's smitten behavior.

"—ney! Earth to Mr. Lyney!" Amaranthe belted, snapping her fingers to catch the magician's attention.

"Wh- huh? S- sorry do you need something, Amaranthe?" He asked with a flustered smile, his cheeks growing into a shade of pink.

"Your flower crown.. It looks like it got trampled by a boar. Here, let me help."

Amaranthe takes Lyney's poorly weaved crown, their hands slightly brushed against eachother, sending butterflies to his stomach.

"Here's how you do it, you take two flowers and twist one of their stems around the other like so.." The lady's eyebrows slightly furrowed, her dainty fingers delicately weaving the two stems together.

Amaranthe looks even more beautiful when she's focused, Lyney thought.

"Mr. Lyney, are you paying attention?"

"Huh? Y- yes, my lady." He cleared his throat, his cheeks grew even more pinker.

Amaranthe handed back Lyney's crown and gestured him to perform the steps that she instructed. He carefully weaved the flowers together, a smile of satisfaction appeared on Amaranthe's lips.

"Good, good. Now simply repeat the two steps until the moment when you think the crown is big enough for someone to wear."

Lyney smiled brightly, motivated than ever to finish his flower crown perfectly.

Some moments then passed, the three then finished creating their flower crowns.

Lynette's flower crown consisted of lumidouce bells, Kalpalata Lotuses, and Cecilias. Glaze lilies, Windwheel asters, and Sakura blooms donned Amaranthe's, while Lyney's included Rainbow roses, blue poppies, and sunflowers.

The youngest twin rested her flower crown on the top of her head, a small, proud smile crept up on her lips. Amaranthe looked at hers with a melancholic look, gripping on it tightly.

"My lady?"

"Hm?"

"The flower crown that i made, i made it for you." Lyney chimed.

Amaranthe's cheeks grew warm as he crept closer to place the crown on top of her golden hair gently.

"Thank you, Mr. Lyney.. Its a very beautiful crown."

"Hehe, no problem."

Comfortable silence filled the atmosphere as Lyney looked at Amaranthe with an adoring look. Oh Archons, Amaranthe's so beautiful..

The painter stood up from the grass and looked at the blonde, he looked at her confused.

"Hey, would you like to play a game?" Amaranthe asked with a playful tone.

He tilted his head, curious. "What kind of game, my lady?"

"Hmm its.. Tag you're it!" And there goes Amaranthe, sprinting towards the fields while Lynette followed, the two girls laughing as they go.

"Heyy! That's not fair!" Lyney protested before chasing after them.

Lynette and Amaranthe runs through the flower fields, joyous laughter escaping their lips as their hearts are filled with glee. The boy scurried swiftly after them, a pout formed on his lips, how are they so fast?!

He successfully managed to tap his twin's shoulder, making her the new "it". She turned and attempted to tag Amaranthe, the painter successfully avoided Lynette's attempt before turning around and grabbing Lyney's hand.

"Follow me! I have a good hiding spot!" She said with a smile.

Amaranthe's smile made the boy's heart flutter, her fingers intertwining his made his stomach feel like its on the verge of combustion. He happily nodded at her and together they dashed towards the sunflower fields with Lynette at their tail.

They hide within the tall sunflowers, laughing softly. Amaranthe turned to face him, a smile still present on her features. Lyney smiled back, pink hues spreads across his cheeks.

"Thank you for agreeing to hang out with us today, my lady." He beamed.

"No problem. You know, i havent felt this happy spending time with someone else besides father and Charlotte. It feels.. Nice." Amaranthe remarked, sincerity laced her words.

They look at eachother quietly with smiles decorating their faces, basking in the warmth of the sun and each other's presence. Their fingers brushed against eachother, sending jolts of electricity to Lyney's heart.

"Found you."

Lyney lets out a loud screech, jumping like a cat. Meanwhile, Amaranthe is slightly unfazed.

"Lynetteee!! You startled us!"

"Ms. Lynette, how long have you been here?"

"Long enough to see everything."

Shades of dark crimson quickly surrounded Lyney and Amaranthe's faces, the painter brought her hair to her face, attempting to hide her embarrassment.

"Ehaha i guess this is where our game ends.." Amaranthe nervously laughed before standing up and dusting off her skirt.

"C'mon, we have one final destination to go to. Th- this way." Lynette helped her brother up, curiosity present on their faces. The twins followed the lady through the flower fields.

After a 10 minute walk, they arrived at a Bulle fruit tree. The area's surrounded by Windwheel asters, fully bloomed Glaze lilies, and Lumidouce bells. Sakura petals scattered across the soft grass, leading to a gravestone lying under the fruit tree, words etched onto its surface.

Amaranthe approached the gravestone and placed the flower crown near it. She then knelt down and gazed at it with yearning and sorrow, the twins joining her to pay respects.

"Here lies Marianne Deschamps. The sun shined brighter when she was here." She read the text on the gravestone. "Yeah, it did..."

Lyney and Lynette touched Amaranthe shoulders and leaned their heads onto hers in hopes of comforting her saddened soul.

"You have no idea how much i miss her.. I would do anything to see her again. Heck, even just to hear her voice..."

The blonde man noticed the beads of tears trickling down the painter's freckled skin and scrunched up face, the sight clenched his and Lynette's heart.

Before they could react, Amaranthe approached the gravestone and wrapped her arms around it, letting out weeps of sorrow.

As much as the twins wanted to comfort her with a warm hug, they understand that Amaranthe needs the space.

When she's done, the lady wiped off her tears and caressed the gravestone with the same sorrowful look.

"Im sorry that you had to see me like this.." Amaranthe apologized with a raspy voice.

"Dont be. Its not good to suppress those kinds of things." The cat hybrid replied, the twins gave her a reassuring smile.

Amaranthe faintly smiled back, giving a sign that she's feeling a bit better.

"Would you like to have dinner with us at the estate? Im sure father wouldn't mind." The young lady offered.

"Really? That would be great, my lady! Dont you think so too, Lynette?"

Lynette simply nodded with a faint smile, agreeing with her brother.

"I guess that settles it, lets go."

The three stood up from the lime grass and started walking away from the Bulle fruit tree and towards the garden exit.

When they're nearing the exit, the painter saw two cats bumping their heads against eachother. She looked at the two felines, her expression softening at the sight.

"My lady, are you coming?" Lyney asked from afar.

"Coming!" Amaranthe responded, she took one last look at the two cats before jogging towards the twins.

"Oh Amaranthe you're here.." A man said, presumably Amaranthe's father.

"Yes i am. We just got back from taking a walk around the garden and i figured to might as well eat dinner while we're at the area." Amaranthe replied.

The man approached them with a warm smile on his face. "Im assuming these are the magicians that you work for?"

"Oh y- yes they are. Mr. Lyney and Ms. Lynette, this is my father, Antoine. Father, these two are Mr. Lyney and Ms. Lynette."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Monsieur Deschamps." Lyney said politely as he and his sister bowed down to show respect. Its the head of Deschamps family and Amaranthe's father that they're meeting after all.

"Oh no need for the formalities. Just call me Antoine." He said with a kind tone.

Antoine has a trapezoid build, long golden hair with leaf green tips that parted to both sides, and downturned, hazel eyes. He has a tan complexion with specks of freckles decorating his face, neck, and hands, and incredibly long eyelashes. He's also wearing a silk poet blouse and black tights.

"Come now to the dining room, dinner is almost ready." Antoine kindly said as he lead the way to the dining room.

The room is not too big but not small either. The walls are painted white with blue and gold details, the dinner table is big enough for twelve people to eat at, and the centerpiece of the table is a bouquet of Rainbow roses that rests inside a porcelain vase.

They all sat down on their respective seats, waiting for dinner to arrive. The atmosphere of the dining area is very sophisticated but very homey and comfortable.

At the door, multiple servants entered the room bringing kitchen carts filled with plates of food. They serve plates of Trout Amandine to the twins, Vessie Chicken to their master, and Mushroom Soup to their master's daughter.

Its not long before they all start eating their dishes. Once Lyney and Lynette takes a bite of their buttery fish, their eyes swirled with stars and sparkles as they hummed out of delight.

"This tastes amazing! The trout is cooked with absolute perfection!" The male blonde chimed with glee, his sister nodded in agreement.

"Well that's Pierre to you. Our head chef cooks the finest dishes in all of Fontaine." Antoine proudly stated.

He then looked at his daughter who is sipping on her soup quietly, wearing her signature monotone expression.

"Tournesol, what a beautiful flower crown you're wearing today. I take it that you made it? It has your favorite flowers on it after all." The man inquired.

"My flower crown?" Amaranthe is slightly stunned to realize that she's still wearing it.

"No i didn't made it. Mr. Lyney is actually the one who did made it."

"Oh? I see." He replied, slightly smirking at his daughter.

"Favorite flowers? Wait a minute, i thought you dont give a fig about rainbow roses, my lady?" Lyney asked with a playful grin.

"Oh she didn't. Amaranthe only started becoming fond of the blossom recently when she told me the story when you first gave her one-"

"Father!" Amaranthe interrupted, hues of pink surrounded her freckled cheeks.

"You talk about me to your father, my lady?" Lyney chuckled amusingly.

"Oh yes she does! Plenty actually. Tournesol always talks about the time that she spends with you with a big smile on her face-"

"Father please stop! They really didn't need to know about that.."

The two immediately stopped their teasing, playful expressions still present on their faces.

The painter exasperatedly sighed before wiping her mouth and standing up from her seat.

"I'll be taking my leave. Excuse me everyone." Amaranthe then immediately walked towards the dining room's exit. Lynette also finished her dish and proceeds to follow her, leaving Antoine and Lyney alone at the table.

Once the cypress wood door closed shut, the boy picked up his fork and started playing with his food. His chin rests on his gloved palm while a wide smile spreads across his face.

"My lady talks about me.." He softly giggled, kicking his feet back and forth.

Antoine noticed Lyney's giddy behavior. "You seem awfully happy." He softly smiled at the magician.

"Why of course i do! I never thought that my lady actually talks about me quite often."

"Amaranthe loves talking about you and your sister. She often talks about how spectacular your performances are and how much they give her solace. You have no idea how much the both of you mean to her.."

"Oh really? Im glad that she finds our shows enjoyable." Lyney mused, his cheeks grew pink.

"Say, what do you think of my daughter?" Antoine requested.

"What i think of your daughter. Well first of all, she's smart, capable, kind, and a woman of many talents! Not to mention beautiful.."

Antoine listened intently, happy about the things that Lyney is saying about his daughter.

"Amaranthe has a very special talent at evoking people with the emotion that her paintings portray! She's also strong and agile and her eyes- dont get me started with her eyes! They're like rare gemstones glistening under the night sky.. And her smile.. Her smile is as bright as the sun..."

Lyney dreamily sighs, his cheeks are completely covered with shades of pink, his cheek muscles ache as he continues to maintain his wide smile.

Antoine silently chuckled at Lyney's tone and behavior. He seems like he's incredibly fond of Amaranthe.

"Lyney, are you perhaps.. Smitten by my daughter? As in, in love with her?"

The boy was taken aback by his question. He felt the warmth of his cheeks spread to his neck.

"Wh- what? Haha what made you come to that conclusion, Antoine?" He nervously laughed, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh, its just that.." He paused. The expression on Antoine's eyes slightly changed, softly gazing at the sunflower bracelet on his wrist. Lyney didn't noticed the piece of jewelry before.

Antoine heaves out a sigh before looking at the window, noticing that it has gotten dark outside. The man opens his mouth to speak once again.

"On Amaranthe's stories, she always tells me how much you love complimenting her, infinite showering her with compliments. She also told me how often she catches you staring at her with a 'stupidly wide smile'."

Antoine softly chuckled, he thinks Lyney's methods of affection towards his daughter is quite endearing.

"Not only that, she also told me about how often you give her a Rainbow rose and a kiss on her hand upon greeting, and your efforts to lift up her mood." He continued speaking while wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

Lyney's cheeks grew warmer. "Well, i do those things for Amaranthe because she's my friend. A friend that i deeply care about."

"Are you sure friend is the exact word, Lyney? Tell me, what are the emotions or sensations that you feel whenever you're around Amaranthe? Even just by seeing her from afar? Be honest with me here."

Antoine warmly smiled, patiently waiting for his reply."

"Well.. I feel my heart suddenly racing whenever i lay my eyes on her like its going to leap out of my chest. And whenever she looks back at me, her gaze makes my cheeks feel warm!" Lyney extolled.

"Whenever i see Amaranthe approaching me, i suddenly feel giddy and excited. She invades my every thought that i find it hard to sleep at night.." His voice slowly trailed off, Antoine smiled at the boy once more.

Lyney stared at his plate with his lips slightly opened. The feelings that he listed.. Could he be actually...

"Lady Amaranthe! S- she ran off!"

Lyney's trail of thought was interrupted by a servant's voice and the sound of the suddenly opened door.

Antoine quickly leaves his chair and approached the servant, worry can be found in his tone.

"What happened? What did she do?"

"She was giving her friend a tour around the estate u- until suddenly it started raining.. Lady Amaranthe told me to guard her friend and keep her from exiting the building before running off with her weapon!"

Lyney's face is painted with anxiety. Why would Amaranthe run off so suddenly? And why would she tell the servant to prevent Lynette from leaving?

Without thinking, he stormed out of the room, with the goal to find Amaranthe. He can hear the servant calling out for him but he doesn't care, he just wants to look for the lady and make sure she's okay.

It was cold and dark, droplets of water poured down from the dark and murky clouds. Lyney's eyes darted to at every single direction at the are of the estate, in hope of finding Amaranthe.

He calls out her name as loud and clear as possible, panic rising in his voice.

All of a sudden, he hears a familiar voice from afar, the water splashing as a response to his frantic treads towards the voice's direction.

"Amaranthe!" Lyney cried out.

The girl swifty turned around with her golden sword on hand, pointing it at Lyney's face.

Her anxious countenance slowly faded into a slight mild expression as she instantly recognizes those lilac irises.

"Mr. Lyney! It's you.."

"Yeah, it's me..."

Amaranthe lowered her blade, looking at Lyney with worry.

"What are you doing here?! Y- you should be back at the estate!-"

"Im supposed to be the one who's asking you that! What are you doing here in the middle of a downpour?!"

Her eyes darted left and right, her grip on the hilt of her sword tightening.

"Danger.." She replied, her voice shaky.

"Danger?! Did something happened? Is someone coming for us-?!"

"Yes! No. Probably... I dont know! Look im telling you, you have to go back to the estate now." Her tone's cold and firm.

He's confused, why does she think there's danger in a normal rainy night? Whatever it is, Lyney's not going back to the estate without her.

"Amaranthe everything is fine. No one's going to attack the estate i assure you-"

"Go back to the estate now."

"My lady—"

"It's not safe out here."

"Why are you acting like this?!"

"Because i don't want to lose you okay?!"

Amaranthe's response staggered him. The blonde boy watches her lower her head, soft sniffles can be barely heard thanks to the loud rain, drumming against the surface.

"I just.. Dont want to lose you and Ms. Lynette. Just like how i lost my mother..."

Lyney's eyes widened. "Your mother..?"

"It was raining.. During the night when she died... It was raining during the night when father and Charlotte nearly died! Bad things happen to the people i hold dear at a rainy night- I just dont want that to happen to the both of you too...!"

His felt his heart drop. The sight of Amaranthe holding back her sobs hurts him.

"Amaranthe, look at me."

Lyney gently cupped Amaranthe's face, brushing off her damp hair to properly see her golden sapphire eyes. Her body flinches at his tender touch but does not oppose it.

"I know that you're scared and i understand why you're acting like this. But there's nothing to be afraid about. No one is going to attack the estate i assure you that." He says while softly brushing her skin with his thumb.

"Even if there are people who's going to try to do such a thing, the gardemeks are going to take care of them. Look the point is, you're not going to lose anyone. Not your father, Charlotte, Lynette, not me, not anyone. Everything's going to be okay.."

Lyney pulled Amaranthe into a firm, warm hug. She was taken aback by his spontaneous action. She dropped her sword and hugged him back, burying her face on the crook of his neck as she choke back her sobs.

His hand rummages through her drenched golden hair, giving it gentle strokes. Whispering reassuring words to her.

The boy pulled away to look at her once more, giving her a comforting smile. "C'mon, lets go back to the estate. If we stayed here a bit longer we might catch a cold."

Amaranthe slightly nodded at him, slipping his hand and interlocking their fingers together. They then walked back to the estate hand in hand.

When they entered the building, Antoine approached his daughter, placing his hands on her shoulders. A few servants arrived with silk two towels, wrapping one around Lyney and one around Amaranthe.

"Are you okay, tournesol?" Her father asked with worry.

"Yes father, im fine.." Her hands finding its way to the towel that's wrapped around her body.

"That's good to hear. Now then, follow the servants, they prepared a warm bath for you." She nodded and did what Antoine told her to do.

Lynette made way towards her brother and hugged him.

"Lyney! Im glad that you're okay.."

The eldest twin softly patted his sister's back.

Antoine tapped Lyney's shoulder to catch his attention. He turned around to face him.

"Thank you for bringing back my daughter."

"No problem, Antoine." He slightly bowed at him.

"Here's some spare clothes, go wash yourself up and get changed so you wont catch a cold." Antoine gave two pairs of silk pajamas, one for each twin.

"You two should stay for the night, it doesn't look like the downpour's going to end soon. I'll be taking my leave then."

"Thank you very much, Antoine." The twins thanked in unison, the three bowed at eachother and went to attend their own businesses.

As Lyney's drying his blonde hair, a servant approached them saying that Amaranthe requests for his presence.

They led the way to the lady's room and left the two alone.

"My lady. Why do you want see me? Miss me already?" He teased.

"Definitely not. Here, sit down." Amaranthe patted a spot on her bed beside her.

Lyney sat down and locked gazes, her eyes glistening under the chandelier lights.

"I asked you to come here because.. I cant sleep." She reluctantly stated, her face dusted with pink.

"Oh? So me being here would somehow help you sleep?" His Cheshire cat smile spreads across his lips.

Amaranthe averted her gaze, using her hand to cover her face. "S- something like that.. Yes.."

Lyney sighed, placing his hand on top of hers, caressing it gently.

He chuckled softly. "Ok. What would you like me to do, my lady?"

The blue eyed girl nervously scratches the back of her neck, trying to maintain her composure.

"I want you to.. Hold my hand during the rest of the night. Please."

He must admit, Amaranthe's request surprised him a little.

"Of course, my lady. Anything to help you feel more comfortable."

"Really? You would do that?"

"Of course! It's you after all."

Her cheeks slightly turned more pink before giving him a small smile.

"Thanks Lyney." Amaranthe said in a soft tone, bumping her forehead against his.

Her sudden gesture astonished him, he didn't expected her to show affection. Amaranthe quickly realized this and pulled away, covering her crimson red face with both of her hands.

"Im sorry! I- i didn't mean to do that.."

The boy laughed. "No need to apologize, Amaranthe. Say, where did you get that gesture of affection?"

"I got it from two cats.. That i saw at the garden. Im sorry for doing that, it was stupid of me."

"Once again, there's no need to apologize. I quite liked it, we should do it more often." Lyney replied, removing Amaranthe's hands from covering her beautiful face before casually bumping his forehead against hers.

They stayed like that for a while. Specifically for 5 minutes. 5 minutes of basking in each other's comforting presence.

"Are you ready to sleep, my lady?"

"Mhm."

Lyney gave her a soft smile as he stands up and tucks Amaranthe into bed.

He grabbed a chair and placed it on the lady's bedside, taking her hand into his.

"Goodnight, my lady. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight to you too, Mr. Lyney."

He traces comforting strokes on her hand and caressing Amaranthe's soft, yellow hair, lulling her to sleep.

Lyney's looks at her peaceful face. She looks like a sleeping angel.

No, she is a sleeping angel. The lady's peaceful smile makes his stomach turn and cheeks warm.

Lyney plants a soft kiss on her forehead, gazing at her with pure adoration.

Oh archons, he loves her so much.

Author's note: Thank you so much for taking the time to read my fic! I hope you guys enjoyed it 💕

#lymaranthe #oc x canon #genshin oc #charlee.e's writings

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frizzy-frizz-frizz · 1 year

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Okay this is about to be long and I'm very sorry about it

Two birds is so sad but like who is the other bird??? I'm leaning towards jean kind of

AND YES I listened to the melodrama album the same time as I read aftg so liability and Kevin became so so linked in my head like "the only love i haven't screwed up she's so hard to please...one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek" LIKE that one line where Neil is like Kevin is harder on himself than anyone else

Wait for it has only recently been linked to Kevin in my head but "my mother was a genius my father commanded success" "a legacy to protect" also hamilton in this song would be Neil and it works so well??? Dorothea is so very Kevin i don't know who's singing the song it could be andrew/neil/jean but the song's subject?? "a queen selling dreams" "A tiny screen's the only place I see you now" So glad you enjoyed them

Every marina song you mentioned is so so him I agree with every choice like take oh no and are you satisfied and shake them together and you get him at like rock bottom

Also GASOLINE??? like I know the song I was obsessed with badlands but with him???? "Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me???" "You're part of a machine, you are not a human being

With your face all made up, living on a screen" DO I EVEN HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING THIS SONG WILL BE ON REPEAT FOR A WHILE HOLY SHIT

Afraid?? "When I wake up, I'm afraid

Somebody else might take my place" oh my god?? "And if you leave me, then I'll be afraid of everything" him with andrew??? Hello I cannot take this

Prom queen?? "Turned her tears to diamonds in her crown" got his hand broken and then learned to play with both hands?? Who does it like him??? And then "Dissect my insecurities I'm a defect, surgical project It's getting hard to breathe There's plastic wrap in my cheeks" im obsessed guy grew up in the public eye that's gonna fuck him up so

I can't even pick one line from dare you to doubt me the entire song works so well for him

I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED LISTENING TO THE PLAYLIST YET

Young gods from badlands also works if its before he joined the foxes I think

The greatest by sia is so him

Also Gold Rush by taylor swift was actually written for him

The got away from me entirely I'm so sorry

NO NO ITS OKAY you dont need to apologise its such a pleasure to read text walls like this thank you so much :))

(okay this got long i'll put a line break)

Two birds is a kevjean song in my heart cause its just- kevin and jean are so intrinsically tied together, they know each other first and foremost. but the curx of the matter is that kevin had to leave and jean couldnt.

"There's nothing I wont understand" and "I won't let go of your hand" followed by the main verse where kevin is still trying to escape the 'wire' while jean is fixed in place. and they're forced to watch each other from their positions.

and you just know that as kids they swore they'd stay together but the truth is, toward the end of the books, with everything between then they might never play on the same team again. and that is where the song ends almost as abruptly as the books, leaving kevin and jean to build new relationship from the ashes of what they used to have

IM SORRY I JUST HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON THIS

"everybody wonders what it would be like to love you" UM?? "what must it be like to grow up that beautiful" this is so him im sobbing. Kevin who grew up in the public image, future of exy, commodified at birth. (Also is it just me or does it feel like neil josten, 'demisexual who never really understood his own attraction' is listening to this while making a kevin day binder on the run?)

I NEED a compilations of close up shots of kevin in the ravens vs foxes game to "the greatest". Seeing him score with his left hand to it would be euphoric. I just know it. oh to be a random exy fan in the aftg universe.

And I've had Dorothea on repeat cause "are you the soul I met under the bleachers?" NEIL REMEMBERING WHAT KEVIN WAS LIKE AS A KID. "......known for who you know, you know you'll always know me". THIS. So many thoughts. so many. I'm screaming its perfect.

ALSO! CONSIDER: "Through the Ghost" by shinedown. the singer wrote it like speaking to his own reflection. "the world will never know you like I do" ITS SO KEVIN I THINK

IM SO GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING THE PLAYLIST

yes yes you could tell me that kevin day himself wrote 'dare you to doubt me' and 'afraid' and 'believe' and I wouldnt disagree

wow this got long

#sorry lmao #I never get to talk about this #I HAVE EMOTIONS ABOUT HIM #kevin playlist #to my non-aftg mutuals and followers: suffer.

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charliesinfern0 · 2 years

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i would like to hear about your aus

alright, so you already know about citrus (homestuck but my ocs are in it). very standard for what i normally do, but then i finished reading homestuck and was liek, "..... what if it was good?" (/j i am joking) but i had some ideas of how canon could have gone differently and then homestuck='citrus' was made (originally it was called homestuck='fruit' and...... hm. i mean. yeah??) i also wanted to expand on the trolls' session so hivebent is now called hivebent='blood' because wyllin is a thief of blood. and despite everything........................................ hm wait i dont know if i want to spoil this AAAAUUGGGGGHGHH sometimes i am an open book and i just say whatever but sometimes i think. no i dont want to reveal this bc it would be so cool they wouldnt see it coming. shit. you know what whatever uncle cambell (paul) doesnt get do be an alpha kid because the alpha kid dynamic is already complicated as it is there does not need to be another person in there also hes a thief of doom (he used to be a bard of doom and maybe he still is im not sure actually but hes one of the two) because i had 4 aspects (doom, blood, mind and rage) and 4 classes to pick from (mage, sylph, theif and bard) and i had made page a mage of rage and she COULDVE maybe been a mind player maybe but she wasnt, if she was shed probably be a witch of mind, and wyllin couldve been almost ANY aspect, there are some that i didnt want to touch bc i though they were too important, but i made her a thief of blood despite me now thinking that blood mightve been too important. doom is also a too important aspect but it doesnt matter for paul. (also i came up w other stuff for paul like his chumhandle (cardinalAdrift because fisherman and the cardinal directions and also cardinal as in bird which is like a direct contridiction like what thats not a fish) and his planet (land of vaults and radon (LOVAR)) and his strife specibus (crowbarkind (which is kind of why he died he wouldve broken the session also vaults and crowbars and thief and LOVAR rhymes with crowbar)

anyway i gave page her own classical element (lightning) and associated item (gold) bc im a nerd about that kind of stuff, i came up with a rage denizen for her (marsyas) and her own consorts (chameleons) and also her exile is White King/Writ Keeper because it fits its perfect and he shouldve had more relevance. also that reminds me that on the strife album theres a song for each of the kids (heir conditioning, dance of thorns, time on my side, atomic bonsai) and theres a song on there called Stormspirit and pages whole thing on her planet (land of nod and thunder (LONAT) (nod like sleep because uhhh................. actual spoilers <_< >_> and thunder bc storms)) is that theres a huge storm/tempest thing happening, it just fits.

(and wyllin's planet is the land of pillars and crowns (pillars like the architechture but also like capillaries and crowns because treasure and..... thief. and their denizen is talos)

also its an everybody lives au, i was very much inspired by the crow strider au lol

oh yeah also i wanna do just a bit more with the dancestors' session bc i think it looks cool

also im thinking of changing how the retcon works, like instead of it working like time travel where if you travel back to a time where you exist there will be two versions of you, its more like youre rewinding time from where youre standing, so youre still you but in the past

(also im goiung to do an epilogue because i wanna write everybody living on earth c and just being together and working through things together and being there for eachother and stuff becaus im a sap. yes its called the pumpkin epilogue because i am not original we know this to be true)

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ravio-rants · 3 months

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2 for any, uhh I cannot remember what it is but..7 for any, cause it’s my lucky number :smiles:

Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

gonna answer this for most of them bc its fun lol

Raide is actually way different than they originally were designed. she used to be a sona, or, my sona (ravio)'s opposite twin thing. i didnt like that idea anymore so i revamped him completely, and ended up mashing together "skull pattern bc its cool" "keep her hair similar" and "colors i like" and ending up with what we have now. oh, her hair actually originally was designed after a spatoon oc i had, and then i Hated drawing the hair so much that i never drew him, so, with my siblings advice, i made them wear a crown that looks similar to his old hair, and her new hair still has similar vibes but is much easier to draw.

Calen actually hasnt changed too much, to be honest. he used to be just an offbrand version of a character i liked from a fandom im no longer in, and because i had already made him kinda my own, i kept him around and changed him into a twili to match Raide. his colors are blue and gold because thats what his colors originally were, and his skin is tinted green because i didnt want All my twili to just be black and white. thats boring.

Vang was the first of the twins to be made, and was also my first twili oc, so she kinda became the outline for them. Her and her brother, Kalt, are supposed to look like siblings, but also look closer to Midna from canon, because they are part of the royal lineage, and i wanted them to match more with the canon looks we are given for twili.

Kalt is vang but to the left, design wise, honestly. they probably looked Very similar, if not identical before she transitioned, but neither of them minds. he has the same hair as The Hero (link from twilight princess) because he looks up to him and wants to be cool. (aka he started as just a twili Link design but i made him my own.)

(all of the twili are actually undergoing mild design changes currently. undecided if some of the new design choices will be part of an au or not, so i wont be explaining them here, since they arent complete yet anyways.)

Hobic the wizard design choices? uh. slutty gay wizard with his tits out. that was the whole design idea. also green. i dont think too deeply about these things, he's entirely a joke character.

The M Crew, Moss, Marble, and Media are actually mostly three colors. green, purple, and orange. Moss is Purple with green clothes, Marble is Green with orange clothes, and Media is Orange with purple clothes. the intent is to make them look fine on their own, but also like a fun group when put together. Media is supposed to look simplistic but kinda punk. (the end result is them looking like a bouncer at a concert but thats okay lol.) Moss is supposed to have a similar outfit to what i usually wear. letterman jacket, combat boots, ripped jeans. Marble.. marble was a struggle and a half and i dont like her outfit at all. she looks like she got a witch costume from spirit halloween and called it good, so i have to fix that.

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

hm. Raide is good at most forms of art. i gave them that skill because im a jack of all trades, and my oc's are almost always an extension of myself. Raide is a good artist in universe because she loves art a lot, and doesnt want to be a royal guard anyway, so why not try Every type of art while he finds out what they want to do? right?

Calen is good at mixing potions, and is pretty charismatic. honestly hes had these since being created so i dont know why he has them. as for in universe explaination: potions are his job, so hes been trained on how to make them(and he Has to know how to make potions.. because they keep him alive..) . charisma is also job related. hes a merchant of many wares (potions are just the ones he makes himself.), so he's gotten pretty good at being charming but honest. it helps people buy his shit.

this got long lmao- and those two are the only ones i could think of answers for quickly(they may or may not be my fav oc's of mine...) so if you wanna ask about other beans feel free!!

#oc tag #ravio rants #calen lunaile #kalt twiliri #raide solaire #twili oc group #vang twiliri #moss the lynx #marble the manta ray #media the raven #hobic the wizard #ravio replies

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celeste-clearwater-06 · 3 years

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hello. it is i. so! i was wondering if you could do a little ditty abt nail polish with the company and/or the fellowship? basically like modern girl in middle earth type stuff, and she realizes that she has nail polish on her which is something they totally don't have in middle earth. basically headcanons abt like how they would react to painted nails and which one of these mfs would let me paint their nails. cuz like - they dont know its just a "fem" thing here so no toxic masculinity. ty <3

OMFG I'M SO HYPED FOR THIS! I just picked a few random Tolkien characters that seem to have a lot of attention, so I hope you like this!!

Nail Polish (LOTR/THE HOBBIT X READER)

Frodo~

I feel like Frodo would be very skeptical at first

Because, come on, a girl falling into Middle Earth out of nowhere??

However, his interest is certainly peaked, seeing you twist the brush away from it's blue colored bottle as you smile down at it

"What's that, you've got there?"

"Oh, just some nail polish!"

He watches with curiosity as you perfectly decorate your nails with the periwinkle color

"How interesting..."

He may not want to have his nails painted at first, but has this deep fascination with how perfectly you can paint them without screwing up

Soon, he forgets all about the ring as you paint your nails, sitting cross-legged and starting with those huge blue eyes with interest

If he allows you to paint his nails, he would smile the whole time

I mean HIS TINY HANDS?!?!

What a bean 🥺

Tries his best not to chip the color when he leaves for Mordor with Sam

Gollum is actually really interested with his nails

"whAT IS IT prECI0us?!?1!1?"

But Frodo will swat his hands away, because "it's a gift from someone important."

The one thing that keeps him smiling along the way 😊

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Legolas

Elf prince is so interested!!

He thinks the spring green color looks so pretty in the bottle

He's obviously not used to most thing from your world

Asks politely;

"How do you use this?"

"...can I show you?"

So whenever the Fellowship stops for the night, he watches with amusement as your brows furrow and you stick your tongue out in concentration

Legolas sits very still, so it's easy for you to paint his nails

How does he keep them so clean?!

He's low-key obsessed with how satisfying it is...

wAIT...

Now HE wants to paint YOUR nails?

THE PRECISION...

He's so good at it!

Legolas is so patient and calm

He says it reminded him of making flower crowns I guess?

And he doesn't even mess up once 😳

THE MASTER NEEDS TEACHING, DAYUM-

He gets so happy with how the color matches him!

Forgets that you have to let it dry at first, so it gets a bit smudged when he draws his bow

Upset Legolas :(

But you fix it for him, and he's happy again!

CAN

NOT

STOP

LOOKING

He's amazed!!

And so proud!

Pretty Elf 🥰✨

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Pippin

Pippin is very confused, to say the least

He though it would be something relatively close to a nail filer

But once he sees the pastel yellow color, on your own fingers, he has to have some!!

WILL

NOT

SIT

STILL

While you're trying to paint his hands and feet (by request), he's telling you great tales of the shire, a throwing his limbs around to exaggerate his story

You've to clonked him on the head and scolded him quite a few times

For some reason, he's saying it tickles??

"It does! The brush is like feather!"

Painting his toes it a lot easier, seeing he can't really feel much on his feet

The color goes perfect with his green eyes 🥴

Also, let's not forget that Pip is the definition of "disaster-on-legs"

After the polish dries, it immediately chips, since he's busy causing trouble with merry or practicing his hand with Boromir

He really wants to paint your nails, and you let him do so...

Poor hobbit has zero clue with how this shit works 🤦‍♀️

He feels so bad about getting it all over your fingers, but you assure him it'll be fine and that it will eventually wash off in a few days

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Boromir

HE WANTS TO USE IT RIGHT AWAY-

Pink, as cliche as it sounds, suits him so well

He's just amazed!

Also, really likes the smell 🤔🤔

Is grinning like an idiot while you're painting his nails

"Such talent and patience you have!"

"Pfft, it's really nothing. Takes a bit of practice is all."

Afterward, is flashing his bright pink nails at everyone

"Look at Y/N's spectacular skill of hand!"

I think Boromir would have a habit of picking at the polish after it dries

But that's okay, he doesn't mind too much

It gives him more time to spend with you while you repaint them!!

He's afraid he'll screw up your nails if he tries to paint them, so he never offers

That's alright though, since you know he only means well 😊

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Thorin

Oh he's so regal

You were in Rivendell, digging through your purse, and suddenly

Tada!!

A deep navy blue bottle, probably about half empty was revealed

He was curious, but tried not to let it show, since that would damage his royal ego 🙄

"What is that?"

"Oh, just some nail polish. Wanna try some?"

Thorin would insist that you show him how it works first

And so, you did

He definitely admires the color

But defied any suggestion of you painting his own nails

That would be "un-kingly" 😤

Okay so maybe he lets you paint his pinky finger when nobody is around

But he smiles (a rare sight) while watching you paint your nails

And does give a somewhat compliment at your articulate handwork

"It looks exceptional as artwork."

"Erm... Thanks?"

He definitely thinks the color matches you beautiful skin tone 😌

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Kili ~

Prince Dumbass LOVES red

It reminds him of Tauriel 🥰

One night, you left your bag opened on the ground as you went off to get some food from Bombur, and Kili couldn't help but notice the glittering ruby bottle inside

He grabbed it, being the nosy prince he was, and examined its glow in the firelight

"What kind of jewel is this?"

"Oh hey, my nail polish!!"

Very confused

"Why does it smell so strange?"

Thankfully, being a dwarf, his fingernails are a bit bigger, so there's more room and it's easier to paint

He, like Pippin, has issues with sitting still and gets you really annoyed

"I swear to all things fluffy, if you don't sit still I will cut off all of that hair in your sleep-"

"😳"

He immediately smudges them, and then you have to paint them AGAIN

Once they FINALLY dry, he won't let anyone touch them

"Stop it, Fili! You'll damage them!"

He can't stop touching them, since it's so smooth!

The others tease him, but he doesn't mind, as long as they stay nice and clean

Turns into a whiny toddler the MINUTE they chip

"Y/nnn! I need you to repaint them!"

"I just painted them yESTERDAY-"

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Fili

A mix of Thorin and Kili when it comes down to it

Definitely prefers gold 😌✨

Sees you painting your nails one night in the library in Erebor

"What have you got there sagh (friend)?"

"Just some nail polish. Wanna try some?"

Once again, he wants to see what it does like Thorin

And you of course happily oblige

Admires the color greatly

He says it reminds him of the gold floors in his kingdom, and it makes you chuckle

Fili loves to have his nails painted, and especially with such a regal hue 💅😌

DAMN does it bring out those baby blues 🥴

After that, you stare at his hands a lot, proceeded by his flirtatious teasing

Shows up Kili's sparkly red polish with his "more extravagant" color

He is also very protective of his nails and tries his very best to keep them from chipping

You love watching him hold his weapons and spar with his pretty nails 😳

Even with his larger hands, made for forging and wielding huge swords and axes and smelting, he had an incredibly steady and gentle hand when it comes to this subject, so he's AMAZING at painting his and your nails

Fili insists that you have matching nails all the time, and it's a regular thing for you to hang out and talk about your day while you paint each others nails 🥺

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Thranduil

Have you MET this man?!

KING OF DIVAS 💅💅

At first, he's very weirded out

"What do you have in your hand, mellon (friend)?"

"Oh, just some nail polish."

"Interesting..."

Thranduil watches intently over your shoulder as you carefully decorate your nails with a glossy black polish, sitting directly next to his throne

"Do you want me to paint your nails?"

"Hm?"

He reluctantly agrees, placing his BEAUTIFUL hand in yours and stares down at your gentle talented work

He loves the color more than he cares to admit, and much like his son sits very still as you lead the brush over his clean nails

The elf king loves seeing your tongue stick out in concentration

You remind him that it'll need time to dry out

And as he says in his notoriously sassy voice;

"I thousand years is a mere blink in the life of an elf... I'm patient... I can wait."

Ofc, you just scoff at this and tell him it'll only take about five to ten minutes

He just nods and stares back down at them with admiration

Thranduil doesn't do much around his kingdom, except maybe get a bit drunk and direct orders to his guards, so it's no worry about him chipping or ruining his nails

I hope you liked this, just as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Have a lovely day, and don't forget that requests are open as always!! ❤❤😊

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feral-ella-flynn · 3 years

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Paying the Toll, pt 2: M Troll x F Human, SFW (for now)

Part 1

Male Troll + Female Human

still SFW (so far)

2.5K/6.5K word draft

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I bet no one expected this to be updated! Including me! This installment is definitely not as long as I intended, because I got really hung up on details--that’s why I’m posting anyway, to get some momentum so that hopefully the third part will be both longer and not so tardy.

Escaping a goblin raid on your village leads you to a bridge, but you have nothing to offer the troll who guards it for a toll...except yourself

You wake in darkness. At first you aren't sure you're awake at all--it's only by touching your own eyelids that you can feel sure they're open. It seems to make no difference between the thick, pressing dark around you either way.

“Mattie?” you whisper, your voice thin and hoarse.

There’s no answer, and understanding comes crashing down on you, like floodwater overwhelming a dam. You are not in your cramped room under the eaves of the big house, Mathilde is not sleeping on the narrow bed an armspan away–if she’s lucky, perhaps she was able to hide in the cellars or the attics, somewhere that was safe enough until the goblin raiders felt they had run out of things to raze and ravish and moved on. Or perhaps help would come, from the regiment billeted outside the market town, or from rangers who might have been near enought to see the smoke. If Mattie was unlucky….

A sob catches in your dry throat, then turns to choking dry heaves that leave you shuddering. Bile burns on your tongue. You huddle into the nest of furs, remembering now where you are and how you came to be here, naked and alone in the pitch black.

Not alone. There is the hush of leather brushing against stone, a faint musky scent.

“Brúsi?”

“Aye.” The troll’s gravel-rough voice is low and close–you almost reach out, ready to blunder once again into his arms rather than be alone with your fears.

The scrape of flint is loud enough in the silence to make you jump. Sparks illuminate the troll, kneeling at your side, and as he coaxes the tinder to unfurl into flame you hastily wrap a fur around your bare flesh. Whatever mood made you so bold before has been banished by your nightmares.

“Is it morning?”

The troll shrugs. “Near enough.”

“Shall I–shall I make breakfast for you?” Your fingers knead anxiously in the soft nap of the pelt that you clutch closed over your chest. “What do you like for breakfast?”

The troll–Brúsi–glances at you, his head tilted in the way that is already familiar. You think it means he’s just as bewildered by your contract, and by you, as you are yourself.

“Dried goat,” he says. “Morning meal, evening meal. Unless there is a new goat.”

“Oh. Where do the goats come from?”

He shrugs. “The bridge provides.”

Well. You take a deep breath, pushing the fear and panic of the last day, of the dark dreams, down into a tight ball at the bottom of your stomach, where you can ignore it for a little while. “Does the bridge ever provide eggs?”

And so you begin your month as housekeeper to a troll.

Your clothes are badly stained, and chilly from being spread out on the stone floor, but they're dry and you dress in them anyway, trying to ignore the scrutiny of Brúsi’s dark blue eyes as he watches you. He seems fascinated by the layers as you lace your stays over your shift, tie the strings of your petticoat, and your cheeks burn with a blush as you finally button your gown. You do your best with the tangles in your hair--letting it hide your face until your heart stops thumping in your ears before you twist it into a hasty braid.

There are no eggs. But you take a lantern the troll indicates and follow him into another cave that serves as a store room.

“There is goat,” he says, pointing at the considerable supply of dried meat, “and other goods, if tha wish them.” His gesture at the heaps of bags, crates, jars, casks, boxes–all jumbled together and shoved to one side–is dismissive, as if there is nothing of value to be found. You stare wide-eyed at a bolt of fine silk, at the glint of gold from a carelessly overturned casket with a broken lid.

“What is all this?”

“Payment for the toll, for when there were no goats.”

“You don’t do anything with the things paid for the toll? They just sit and rot?”

He shrugs. “I butcher the goats.”

You can only shake your head, but the practicality can’t be denied–gold and silk isn’t much use in a cave, and it’s with less wonder but more delight that you find flour, oil, and salt.

Breakfast is fried bread--and goat meat.

Once the meal is prepared and cleaned away, the troll vanishes up the dark tunnel. He takes no lantern with him. He also doesn't say a word to you before he leaves, and you stand in the cave for a while, expecting him to come back with instructions, or–well, something. But he doesn’t, and you can only twist your hands in the skirt of your gown for so long. Eventually you pick up the lantern and explore.

There is little enough to see. Other than what you noticed when you arrived, there is an alcove that must be where the troll sleeps, on piled furs that smell musky but not unpleasant. There is the storage cave, although it seems larger than it did at first, because you realize that you can’t see the far wall before the circle of light gives way to darkness.

And then there is the tunnel entrance, where your new employer disappeared, and which presumably leads out, to--your stomach lurches at the memory of being upside down from the sky–the underside of the bridge. But perhaps that had been an illusion, and the tunnel merely led out to an opening in the bank underneath the bridge? You had been half out of your mind with fear, after all. Maybe you dreamed that part.

Maybe…maybe you could simply walk out of this tunnel, out of the dark, and walk all the way home.

Except that you agreed to a contract. And the troll did say he wouldn’t eat you, wouldn’t even touch you, which was more than any of the men at the big house ever promised...none of them had touched you, but you knew that was because you had been careful, so careful, all the time, to be invisible.

It had helped that Mattie made it easy to fade into the background. She flaunted her pretty curls and winsome dimples, and when she sometimes crept into your shared attic room well after midnight she always had a new length of fine fabric for a dress or a necklace of amber beads to show for it. You asked once if she wasn’t afraid of falling pregnant, but she just shrugged.

“I know to be careful,” she said, and hid the coins she’d gotten for selling her latest bauble away beneath her bed.

Thinking of Mattie makes your eyes sting with tears, and reminds you that probably there was no home to walk back to–and if you tried, there would likely be nothing to be done there except burying the dead. You leave the tunnel entrance alone, and busy yourself with organizing the heaped goods in the storage cave.

When Brúsi returns, he brings you eggs, freshly laid and nested in a straw packed basket.

“They had no goat." He shrugs.

Other than struggling to invent new ways of preparing goat meat, most of your time is spent sorting. You find all manner of things in the storage cave, from precious jewels to plain linen fabric. The gems and gold you store in caskets, and then can’t shift on your own–Brúsi laughs at you, and picks them up with one hand, arranging them neatly along one wall as you direct him. You stack bolts of fabric, folding shorter lengths neatly into a another chest, you line up swords with gold wrapped hilts, swords with elaborately carved scabbards, swords that are short, swords that are nearly as long as you are tall, and then there are maces and axes and other things you can’t name. There’s even a pair of pistols in a tooled leather box, their handles gleaming mother of pearl. It’s more treasure than you ever imagined, and you feel that you’re in a dragon’s den instead of a troll’s cave--except that Brúsi shows little interest in the goods, except for the goat meat.

“If you don't have a use for these things, why accept them?” you asked, after the third day of sorting boxes and bundles and barrels, and still not finding the back wall of the cave. You’d found a crown, heavy and lumpy, like something out of an ancient grave, and under it a belt of bronze scales that linked together.

The troll just shrugged. “They are the toll, for the bridge. There must be a toll.”

“Then…" you bite your lip, but blurt "can I use some things?”

“If tha hast a use for them, then mayhap the bridge meant them for tha to use.”

“You make it sound like the bridge is alive,” you murmur, running your fingers over the bolts of fabric, already imagining yourself in a dress made of such soft material.

“The bridge is the bridge,” Brúsi says.

“What does that mean?”

He just shrugs.

You sigh, picking up a bolt of wool–practical, and still finer than anything you’ve ever worn. “If the bridge provides, can I give it a list? I need thread, needles, scissors, buttons…I can’t keep wearing this dress,” you gesture down at yourself. “Not without something else to wear while I wash it, at least, but I can’t make anything without supplies. And for that matter I need soap–”

Brúsi tilts his head. “Tha may always ask the bridge, but it works slowly. Simpler for tha to go to a market.”

You stare at him, your mouth falling open. “I can? I mean, is that allowed? I thought…”

He stares at you, the intense blue of his eyes unblinking, and you finally shrug. “I just thought I couldn’t leave the cave.”

“Not for long, but art not bound to the bridge as I am. Come.” He scoops a handful of coins into a pouch and leads you into the tunnel.

The ground slopes upward under your feet, and after a time there is a door before you, swinging outward. Brúsi ducks under its arch, his broad form filling the opening. When he doesn't move to let you through, you realize that he's blocking the way deliberately. Unease spikes through you.

"Is something wrong?"

"The bridge made tha sick before," he says. “Tha shouldst close thine eyes.” You squint suspiciously up at him–is he laughing at you?–but obey. You hear the rattle of his bone-decorated belt as he steps toward you, but then he stops. “I must touch tha,” he says. “Just to lift tha over the topside.”

“All right,” you whisper. You stifle a gasp as his enormous hands circle your waist, lifting you easily off of your feet, and then after a blur of motion you feel stone under you again.

When you open your eyes, you’re on the narrow stone arch of the bridge. Your lantern flame becomes suddenly pale compared to the warm sunlight that makes you blink and squint. There is no dark and shadowed forest hemming in the river. Instead there is a road, smooth hard dirt fringed with wildflowers on either side, and the rooftops of a village in the distance.

“Where…” You look down at the bridge under your bare feet.

“The bridge is all bridges,” Brúsi says. He holds out the leather bag of coins, and you take it, staggering a bit at the weight. “Buy whatever tha need.”

You hesitate, glancing from the troll to the road. What is there to stop you from walking away and never returning, from making a life somewhere? The bag in your hand holds more money than you had ever expected to earn in your life. There would be nothing to hold you to the bridge…except your promise.

“Tha canst not escape the bridge.” Brúsi seems to be reading your thoughts, although he’s not even looking at you. He’s gazing down at the water. “Every bridge tha sets foot on will be this bridge, until the toll is paid.”

“Of course.” The bag of coins drags at your arms, and you fumble it open, taking out a handful. “I should be able to get everything I need with these–it would be dangerous to carry all the rest of this.”

The troll frowns, glancing from you to the distant rooftops. “Danger from other humans?”

“Only if I seem to have more money than I should,” you assure him hastily. “It would get attention from the wrong kind of humans. I'll be careful.”

The coins bite into your palm as your fingers clench unconsciously. The frown creases his forehead, not smoothed away by your reassurances, and you half expect him to shake his head and pick you up under his arm again, ready to toss you back under the bridge.

“Please?”

You bite your lip too late to keep the word in, but there are lazy curls of smoke rising from the distant chimneys, and you can hear the lowing of cattle nearby, the friendly chime of chapel bells...and all you can think about is cheese. Cheese, and fruit to pair it with, or potatos, perhaps. Honeycakes. Your stomach rebels at the very thought of dried goat.

Brúsi jerks his chin toward the road. “Go, then. The bridge will be waiting for tha to return.”

You hand off the sack of coins–your shoulders more than grateful to be relieved of its weight–and the troll adds it to the other oddments that dangle from his belt among the bones. He folds his arms.

The handful of coins you kept are barely enough to make your pocket sag with their weight, but you can feel them as a reassuring lump under your skirts. You run anxious hands over your hair and stained gown, smoothing uselessly at wrinkles.

“I wish I had been able to bathe properly,” you mutter. “I look like a ragamuffin.”

But your hands and face are clean, your hair neatly tied back, and dusk is not far off, so perhaps your bare feet will not be noticed. You step from the cool stone of the bridge to the warm hardpacked dirt of the road.

"I'll be back s--" Your voice breaks off as you glance over your shoulder. The bridge behind you is a simple one of wooden logs, straddling a stream that a child could leap across. Gooseflesh prickles the back of your neck. You hurry down the road towards the village without looking back a second time.

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calehenituseappreciation · 3 years

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Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi- a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me? ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god?

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her! quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my deppression

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :) dream: see! look! im god! and jesus! tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃ phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him)

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are? tommy: i know just... forgot drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #drista #god au #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza minecraft #long post #just needed to say this

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