#leech teller

[angryducktimemachine]

The Woolly Mice..... The Woolly Mice.

[pandoa]

WHAT DID I SAY GUYS WHAT DID I SAY

FLOYD AND STITCH WOULD VIBE I FUCKING KNEW IT

[occult-research-bibliography]

eBay?

Did you know that leeches were once used to predict storms? Well, a tornado warning just dropped and my squad is climbing

[acotarxreader]

Shadow and Flame pt 4

Azriel X Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions but no description of torture, mentions of burns, punchable High Lords

A/N: Okay Part 4, added action and suspense with higher stakes hehe Please let me know what you think, your words are so encouraging. Also as an aside Lúdás is an Irish word for traitor, a little trivia in there for you, without the fadas for ease of your own pronunciation.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Drip, drip, drip.

You rolled the back of your head along the damp brick, trying to release tension from your shoulders, knees cuddled into your chest for some ounce of warmth. Your hollowed eyes resembled the deep chasms beneath the Autumn Court where your cell rotted and shuddered. The soaking air leeching any semblance of inferno from you.

Drip, drip, drip.

You groaned at the sounds of your Father's guards passing through the jail corridors, throwing a glance towards you as they marked your presence. Three months of the same routine. Three months since your father rebroke your bones and shattered your soul but Azriel was safe, Velaris was safe. A consolation prize. You had stopped crying soon after being locked down there, mourning a life for a moment you thought you could have. 

Drip, drip, drip.

*********

“At what point do we just get a big net and steal him away in the night?” 

“It's not funny Cass” Feyre reprimanded the Illyrian, the Inner Circle gathered for a family dinner in The House Of Wind, Azriel notably absent. Plates piled high with food went untouched as you were once again the topic of conversation. 

“Well it's gone beyond sulking, he's locked up in his room, staring at a candle he won't let anyone blow out, he's frightening the staff'' Amren glanced towards the staircase leading in the direction of Azriels chambers. 

Elain lurched forward suddenly, the table turning to her in confusion.

“Something is- something is wrong with Lucien” the table looked frantic between one another. No one had seen Lucien since Azriel had all but banished him from the circle. Cassian flew from the chair up the stairs, crashing into Azriels chambers to find it empty. 

“Azriels gone!” Panic grew in all of them. Had he gone back for more? The table dispersed in chaos, darting in different directions to where they believed they'd find the two. 

*****

“Azriel, this is becoming very much too Illyrian for me” Lucien stood suppressing his shaking legs, blood running from his face.

“No such thing” Azriels eyes were wild, scorch marks scratching his leathers. The two stood warrior stance ready, books, papers, and furniture askew across the scope of Lucien's office in Velaris. Azriel had had enough, enough waiting, enough wondering, enough hurting. He believed you ran from him that night three months ago and he had become determined to find you again, to beg for clarity. Lucien had the information he needed, he was able to get to you before and he would help Azriel get you now, even if Illyrian persuasion was needed. 

“I will not tell you about YN, I do not know the answers to your questions” Not all untrue for the Prince of Foxes. He had begged his father for leniency towards you, offered himself for replacement but it was no good, he was iced out by his family's court once again. Lucien couldn't tell him any of that, he didn't want Azriel chasing Autumn's Daughter enraging their father further

“You lie!”

“I do not! And I do not understand this infatuation-” 

“Infatuation! That's what YN said I had that day in the woods, that came from you! Now tell me your meeting place!” Azriel threw his shadows to slam into Lucien, knocking him for a moment off balance. That's all Azriel needed, he sprung for the Emissary, pinning him to the bookcase of his study, sending more books crashing. Truth Teller now in hand, Lucien allowed panic to show in his eyes as Azriels raged in storms and clouded pain.

“I-will-not-tell-you-where-my-sister-is” Lucien choked out, face rapidly losing colour. Sister. Sister. Sister. The word crashed over Azriel, he released the pressure stepping back. Lucien caught his throat and massaged his crushed windpipe. Shit he thought, blaming the temporary cut-off of oxygen on his admission. 

“Azriel!” Rhysand winnowed into the chaotic scene with Cassian by his side. Azriel stood, pale face, processing.

“You lie again Emissary” he seethed

“I do not, she is the Autumn Court's daughter, my…our father's pride and joy. She is…she is his to use” he slumped slightly, the nature of the Court of Autumn's conduct always a source of disgrace for him. Azriel pushed his mind from having an existential crisis, his whole purpose for existing was to know everything about everyone and you had fully slipped through the cracks, what else had he missed in work?

“Oh my Gods, Az you fucked Lucien's sister” Cassian broke the silence in a very Cassian way, Rhysand hitting him in the chest. 

“You. What?” Lucien bit out, flames came to his side once more, cocking his head in challenge. 

“I-” Lucien leapt forward tackling the conflicted Shadowsinger, sending him sailing to the ground as they rolled in hand-to-hand combat. Cassian caught Rhysands arm, pulling him back from intervening with a “let them at it” facial expression. 

“FIRST YOU COME FOR MY MATE! THEN YOU COME FOR MY SISTER! IS NOTHING SACRED TO YOU HEATHENS!” Lucien blared as Azriel rolled, using his wings for the upper hand, rolling until he was on top of Lucien.

“YOUR FUCKING SISTER IS MY MATE” Azriel had Lucien pinned by the arms to the floor as he roared, the air almost sucked from the room at the silence that followed. Azriel let Lucien's arms go with a thud before standing again, dusting the soot off his leathers. Lucien pushed up off the floor, wiping a forearm along his bloody lip.

 

“Az” Rhysand tried softly as Azriel strode over to look out the window of the study, down on the winding streets of his beloved city. He raised his hand without facing the three, needing a moment of reprieve. 

Lucien looked at Azriels two lost Illyrian brothers before moving cautiously behind the Shadowsinger, laying the most gentle of hands on one of his shoulders, soft heat radiating through. 

“Azri- Az we will get my sis- your Mate back” Azriels wings slumped slightly at his frenemy's words. 

A maroon envelope burst into the room to land on Luciens desk, the four looking conflicted towards it.

***************

“Stand” the darkened figures' chilling voice carried through the dimly lit passageway and across the cell bars. You released a breath from your long broken soul before standing on weakened wobbly legs, the weighted shackles tethering your wrists grinding against your movement. Rings of water encased in the shackles for good measure.

“Arm” was grunted at you as the cell door unlocked itself allowing the males to step in. 

“Ludas, we went to training camp together. Can you at least look at me when you order me around?” you raised your eyebrow to the tall male figure in front of you. The back of his hand sliced into your face with centuries of training and force, sending you crashing to the floor swearing as you slammed into it.

“Do not speak out of turn” 

“Oh I am so telling your mother when I get out of here” you scoffed, spitting the blood in your mouth at his shoes and pushing back off the rocky wet ground, the male slightly tensing at your words. 

“Get it over with, whatever lashings you have” you threw out your arm and closed your eyes waiting for the whip that didn't come. Only a weight release from your wrist. Your eyelids shot open to find your shackles smashing to the floor, metal bracelets filled with water replacing them. Before you could question, a hood was thrown over your head, and a weight shot into your stomach as you sailed over Ludas’ shoulder. 

You landed with a thud on a cold solid floor, the sound of flame whispering sorrows for you. The hood was snatched, blinding sunlight sent your head screaming as you tried to adjust after three months below the Court. 

Your focusing eyes landed on Eris' face, who looked as though he'd seen a ghost and in some way that's what you were. Your copper eyes greying, mud and moss coating your hair, shirt and trousers torn to shreds from the beatings and rats you fought off nightly. A long call from the copper princess he saw you as the last time he saw you. Another deserter you thought to yourself. 

“Stand and smile Daughter-” your screaming eyes shot to the male sitting on the throne of your people.

“-it's the eve of your wedding day after all” vertigo. You felt vertigo. Your eyes spinning in your skull, unable to summon any ounce of strength until darkness met you once more. 

******

Lucien walked slowly towards the envelope as if it could strike him at any moment. The three watched, Azriel’s stomach beginning to do turns on itself. The headed paper slipped from its casing, the Autumn Court emblem proudly on display. Lucien's sorrowful gaze read down the sheet as if it were his very own life sentence but it was yours. The paper fell from his shaking hands to the floor beneath him as he turned and vomited into the filing cabinet adjacent. A wedding invitation addressed to the Night Court members.

**********

You woke up to the warmth of fire, fire not belonging to you, unsettling you instantly. You sat up in the brick red sheets, ignoring the whirlpool headache growing in you. You felt different, you felt clean. You looked down to see deep forest green silk covering you, your hand shooting to your now soft and shiny hair. Your trembling legs brought you to the mirror in the room you didn't recognise. You had returned to your beauty as if the past few months never happened. But there in the mirror, you saw the staunch reminder that it very much did, the metal and water bracelets swirling around your wrist like the bonds they were, tethering you without chains. Your hand found a small scar along your lip where Ludas had marked you, it still trying to stitch together under your weakened powers. 

Your eyes frantically searched the room for the door out, with none to be found, you had been winnowed into this new plush cell. You felt yourself roar. Roar and roar and roar. 

“YN! You'll wake the hounds!” You whipped around to your father's voice, how long had he been there? He looked so put together, so reserved, nowhere near the man who roasted your skin on flames of rage three months previous. 

“Leave me go, I've done my time, I-”

“Now does that sound very like me?” Beron laughed sickly, sitting himself down on the sofa, arms spread along the back, the picture of ease, his wild flame daughter tamed. He looked at you like you were his pawn to play and you had never felt so much so. 

“The Shadowsinger was an interesting side quest for you wasn't it?”

“Stop” he laughed at your attempt at defiance, you couldn't hear him speak of Azriel, he'd shatter you all over again. 

“Tomorrow you will marry the General of the Vallahan Legion-”

“-I will do no such thing!” You snapped, your father standing back to his feet. 

“This back-chatting is getting out of hand, where's my malleable piece of copper gone?” 

“You killed her” you said so eerily calm, unwavering steeliness growing in you. 

“Well I suggest she resurrects herself ahead of her nuptials” ice dripping from his voice as his searing touch caught your wrist pulling you in. 

“Vallahan will be powerful allies and I have graves picked out for you and your brother's precious night court. You will behave. You will do as I say or you will join them in the dirt”

“I will go to my grave regardless if you make me marry him” 

“That can be arranged once you've signed the dotted line for all I care” and you believed him. He didn't care once his pawn had moved into place who took her out. He stood again, easing over in your direction, his flames leaping to life, willing to ignite chaos at their master’s will.

“I hope you’ll cheer up dear, you’ll make your guests so very sad seeing a weeping bride, although not that they’ll be smiling for long” you went cold at his tone, what does that mean you screamed inside your head and he laughed as if he could hear you. 

“Well now YN, you know very well that I enjoy killing two birds with one stone”

“What are you planning?” 

“Oh please don’t say it with such hatred. I’m giving you a wedding present, one last look at your beloved Shadowsinger” your eyes went wild at his words, you moved to lunge for him in pure unadulterated anger but his flames wrapped around you pulling you to the ground without burning you. 

“Sleep well my piece of copper, big day for you tomorrow, I'm so proud” he caught your chin so roughly, eyes piercing through you, releasing your face with a jolt and dissolving into flame. 

******

Part 5

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[dhampling]

leeches girl!dadstarion, <1k

“What if I were… a leech?” His steady hands continue to work through her hair as his eyes roll briefly into his skull. “Would you like me to elaborate all the ways in which you already are, my treasure?”  - astarion and his daughter have a spat. idk what to tell you. this is pure fluff. wc: 540

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“I would pick you again in a heartbeat if I had one, darling. I would. Really.”

Astarion is droll as he quips; jacquard ribbon between his teeth. She bares her fangs at him in a baby snarl.

“What if I were… a leech?”

His steady hands continue to work through her hair as his eyes roll briefly into his skull.

“Would you like me to elaborate all the ways in which you already are, my treasure?” 

She cries out almost immediately in a nauseatingly telltale screech from where she sits cross-legged on the rug, yelling for you repeatedly in perhaps the most grating tone you’ve ever heard in your whole entire sorry life. Astarion continues to braid her hair with a measured mental detachment. You swear you hear him humming.

You make sure to let out a low-strung beleaguered groan as you approach the living room.

“Okay! I heard you. I do hear you. What can I do for you?”

Your daughter - wholly unconvincingly - wobbles her bottom lip as her brows knit together.

“Daddy called me a leech, mummy.”

“I would never do that.” He clicks his tongue in a muted mock horror. Continues to braid her hair with a genuine perfection you could never manage like his tailor’s hands can.

She launches into a wordy barrage of accusations against Astarion, favourites including ‘completely horrible fabricator’ and a ‘ghastly teller of lies.

“Daddy.’

You’re sharp in tone. His head whips to you.

 ‘Did you call her a leech?” You ask flatly. 

“No.”

“Did you imply she’s a leech?”

He stifles a smile. This time, your eyes roll into your skull.

“I - as I’ve stated - would never do that.”

“Yes, but unfortunately, you absolutely would.’ 

He looks at you with the grin of a charlatan.

‘We don’t tell lies do we, Daddy?”

“I’m not lying. She called herself a leech.” 

She starts screeching in rebuttal, pulling away from Astarion in aggressive shakes as he tethers her gently by her (admittedly immaculate) plaits.

“You are both absolutely as bad as each other.’

This - for some completely unknown and far-distant reason - doesn’t stop the absolute caterwaul assaulting your every sense.

‘Daddy. Say sorry now.”

Your eyes are aflame. The treacle weight of a headache stirs above your brow.

Astarion looks back to you briefly, and his smarmy self-satisfied smirk falls as quick as it appeared. 

Your teeth clench with enough force to remove a finger and his gaze drops to her.

“My darling girl. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.’

She stands in a pointed uncertainty as he leans forward and cups her now forward face in his large hands.

‘I’d consider myself a leech, honestly. Freaky little things.’

He waggles his fingers next to her cheeks, a genuine smile now as she flinches into laughter.

‘Daddy leech and Daughter leech, hm?'

A quick giggle.

'Shall we go biting?”

Their eyes meet for a brief second and then fall on you, standing in the doorway with hands on hips in exasperation.

It takes you a second to catch on.

Astarion is up and wrangling you onto the lounge before you can act, your stream of stuttered pleas ignored as your daughter and he descend on you in playbites; collapsing in fits of laughter.

[pullthehilt]

carrot at the end of a stick

Desc.: meet cute… but is it really

Characters: IMPLIDED RELATIONSHIP Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto

Reader: not explicitly yuu

t/w: implied non-descriptive cannibalism

why is it all in bullet points? idk :> one day i will flesh this idea out, but i just really wanted to get this out before my dreams for the next few days is just this lol.

"And… let's talk about your love life."

It was a quiet afternoon on the pier; a summer buzz blanketing the residences of the shore as the rumble of the rollercoaster in the distance groaned. One such man had taken shelter from the sweltering heat in the cloth-covered stall of the fortune teller.

The guy in front of him was… shady to say the least; the man was in a pressed suit in the middle of summer, gloves and jacket and all.

He was sceptical, but he was also incredibly bored. So, agreeing, he splayed his hand palm-side up.

He peered over his glasses frame. "It'll be extra for that."

Tsk.

"Aha, dear customer. It seems you'll be having an encounter that'll change your life very, very, soon."

“A man, oh it kinda looks more like a woman-- well the encounter will definitely be with a person. Hmm, well it seems to be on the shoreline. Perhaps heading north-- in the evening…” blah blah blah

Well he's killing time at least and it’s not the worst place to be rotting his summer away in.

Exiting the tent he revels in the sticky, salty air and heads down the steps towards the shoreline.

He'd like to dip his toes in the water, kill the heat some more.

And then he sees them.

He sees you.

You're certainly a sight for sore eyes. Flushed from the sun, digging your feet in the sand. You sway gently with the waves, rhythmically matching the seas tune. The sun behind you douses you in liquid gold. It's like your clothing is just artistically draped onto you, white silk against your skin. There are shells piled into your arms, cradled as you continue to collect, bend and gently poke into the ground.

He's a long ways from you but it's like the world around him silences-- enraptured. He can no longer hear the sound of mechanical enjoyment, the rollercoasters and man-ran stalls. No sounds of children crying or couples bickering. Just the sounds of the waves accenting you.

And you're getting further and further away, shyly toeing towards the half-submerged tide pools.

He has half a mind to not bother you. It's a bit weird to trail after you, isn't it? You hadn't even noticed him as you were minding your own business.

But the words come back to him, the same way the water laps at his shoes.

"An encounter…"

At first he's only walking towards where you've disappeared over the horizon. The leisurely pace he treads, a product of hyping himself up for conversing with you, if you're still in the area. But then he hears a short yell and his heart staccatos.

Chasing after you is easy, sand being flicked up with every gallop towards your direction.

There's butterflies in his stomach from how your voice was carried in the wind-- is that what you sounded like when you were hurt? Or was it a yelp of surprise? Even scared, you sound so...

He scolds himself for even thinking of the other sounds you'd make.

When he reaches you, you're drenched and sat on a sloped rock.

The tide pool itself is shaped like a crescent, the open mouth leading directly to the sea-- and the waves are really working up a storm, as the tide has gotten inches higher from where it was just a few hours ago. At the centre of the crescent shape from where you're sat is a small rock pathway.

Your face is contorted, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pressed to a thin line. Slumped over your leg, you clutch at the leaking wound at the side of your shin.

"Oh god, are you alright?" He calls out to you, body leaning in your direction. It's cute how you jolt to attention, dishevelled.

At first it looks like you're analysing him, and so he tries, "I'm not here to harm you." Palms facing up, showing that he had nothing of a potential threat on his person. "I… I just heard a shout-- a scream. I thought someone needed help and you…"

"I scraped my leg… But… Uh, I'll be alright."

Your voice is light, fluffy even. He soaks it into his system like a sponge and wishes you'd talk more-- god he'd do anything to make you talk more--

"Do you need help?" Dumbass, he thinks to himself, of course you need help. He'd reprimand himself further if his mind hadn't frozen at the way your lips curved to a smile.

"It'd be nice if you could help me," calling out to him you kind of beckon him with your hand. "Come. Come help me." Stumbling to the edge, he prepares to step.

"What's your name?" He's afraid of coming off a bit too strong, but he needs to know. He can feel the water seeping into the canvas of his sneakers, pooling at his toes, but he only steps closer with one foot on the first stone of the pathways towards you.

The shape of your name casts into your lips, but the waves at the moment steal your voice. What? What did you say? He can't hear you, and he says so.

Carefully, he commits his weight to the first stone before moving to the next.

It's a short way to you, but he's slow to make his way as the water spits and crashes against the pathway. Torn between you and the stone he’s stood on, his eyes flicker between the two. Your hand is still stretched, as still as a marble statue. Waiting for him. A heat filters to pool in his ears the closer he gets to you. There's a flicker of hope tickling his spine as he imagines the words he'd say when he gets you off this rock-- he'd ask further if you were alright and if maybe you wanted him to accompany you to the lifeguard's tower to get you patched up. You'd say yes and then he'd follow up with shy conversation leading to the eventual exchanging of numbers. Then he'd for sure ask you on a date, maybe visit the small restaurant overlooking the cliffside a short walk away. Circle back to the pier, win you a couple of prizes from the vendors there… Visit the fortune teller and give him an extra tip.

He's so close to you now. Balancing on the next rock is hard, and he focuses to where his foot nearly slips. It would be terrible to embarrass himself by falling into the water-- troublesome too from how his shoes would be waterlogged and maybe tangled in the seaweed he could see dancing below.

The next stone is even smaller and he gets why you could've slipped here because, he's swinging his arms to regain his balance. But he sees your hand just in front of him and he clasps his to yours, fingers tightening.

Your smile is so bright, stretching to your eyes as your cheeks squish and mould into something Cheshire like.

He winces, your grip firm.

"Thank you." And he's tumbling as you yank sideways.

Water fills his lungs, salt attacking his tastebuds and stinging his eyes.

No one hears you when you're drowning, especially in the sea. The water crashing against the rocks is already loud in itself, and the fact that you have to fight between sputtering out water and kicking your legs to stay afloat and shouting is a battle in itself.

He screams to you, help him god-damn it. Fucking wench, why did you do that-- he'll actually drown at this rate. You're a bastard for tricking him like that-- a whore.

But your eyes are vacant and unfocused. You don’t see him, but you’re looking at his direction.

And then he feels something squeezing his leg. He's kicking harder now, has the thought to untangle the kelp or something he probably accidentally tangled into—

When he looks down, he doesn't see a clump of black wrung around him. Instead, there is a pair of half-moon eyes peering from beyond the water, coloured a sandy brown and warning sign yellow.

-

The water starts to turn a beautiful pink reminiscent to the colour of the coral and anemones dotting around your home. He, the man, is quick to have been pulled under with a trail of bubbles popping to the surface; at first it stays in once place, before the shape of him thrusts forward-- he rushes through the water like a bullet, tearing to circle the rock you sit upon.

 A warm sensation spreads across your stinging wound. When you look down there are a set of eyes fluttering back at you.

"Jade, stop that..." His tongue slips back into his mouth.

He parts from your calf, propping his head by your thigh, smiling. Floyd surfaces for a minute, eyes peeking back at the two of you. There's little disturbance as he moves almost jerking back and forth before his head fully floats above the water with a satisfied sigh.

"Was that all of him?"

"Dunno,” he burps out. “Definitely not all of him though.”

“Can you check?”

“Will I get a prize for doing it?” Glaring, you flick droplets at him with your free foot. He splashes back, waving an arm at you.

Clasping the foot, Jade cradles it to his chest. "Then… what part did you eat?"

"Dunno. An arm?”

“Floyd.”

“Hmph.” He dives back down, body folding to flicker into the deeper waters. After a moment, he resurfaces carrying something by the way he sways a bit more unevenly. “It was an arm.”

[lilithlounge]

Hiiii, I hope you’re doing well 🩵🩵! If you're still doing Lilith interpretations, can you do mine please?

Scorpio Lilith in the 3H at 20°

Trine 7H Sun

Sextile 5H Moon

Square 12H North Node

Thank you!!

Hey babe!! Thanks for sending this ❤️.

Scorpio Lilith in the 3H at 20° your words can slice, seduce or spiritually gut someone and you know it. You speak like a witch casting spells at midnight *and that’s cool af*. People are drawn to your voice, your writing, your sarcasm and your ability to sniff out lies like a psychic bloodhound. But also you can weaponize your words when you’re pissed. You probably have receipts. All of them.

Trine 7H Sun you attract people who shine a light on your shadow and somehow fall in love with it. There’s harmony between your identity and your dark divine feminine power. You don’t have to dim anything down in relationships if anything, people come to you for the raw unfiltered truth. They want your intensity. You just have to watch for the leeches who mistake your power for something to feed on.

Sextile 5H Moon Your sensuality, creativity, and emotional expressiveness are absolute art. You know how to make pain poetic and pleasure dramatic in the best way. You probably flirt through emotional intimacy and creative chaos. There’s softness underneath that Lilith glare and it comes out when you’re in your element performing, creating and loving loud.

Square 12H North Node your growth comes through facing the subconscious demons you love to avoid. Maybe there’s a fear that if you surrender too much, you’ll disappear. But spoiler alert, your power isn’t in control. It’s in trust. Let the universe carry your chaos sometimes.

I didn’t want it to end 😭 listen, you’re a siren with secrets, a truth teller with bite and probably the friend people both admire and lowkey fear. Own it but don’t let it own you. You’ve got magic to do 😘.

[vermium]

“It wasn’t a matter of eschatology, nor a warning for a crack in the seal, but a mere case of parasitism. The peasant used to carrying the weight of the kingdom upon his crooked spine could hardly notice an extra pound. Nature’s philosophers have studied a leech, a toad and the thirst of a flea, but not the serpentine demon learnt in unnatural law. In the land of wrake and wonder, in the age that was wild and fierce, hardly anyone’s bothered by a sight of the abysmal spell-teller riding on the shoulder of the Earth-bred man.”

[starsreminisce]

Amren shook her head, hair swaying. “Nothing is a fluke. The Cauldron’s power flows through Nesta, and could use her as a puppet without her knowledge. It wanted those weapons Made, and thus they were Made. It wanted Rhysand to have them and thus the blacksmith brought them to you. To you, Rhysand, not to Nesta. And do not forget that Nesta herself—and Elain, with whatever powers she has—is here. Feyre is here. All three sisters blessed by fate and gifted with powers to match your own. Feyre alone doubles your strength. Nesta makes you unstoppable. Especially if she were to march into battle wearing the Mask. No enemy could stand against her. She’d slay Beron’s soldiers, then raise them from the dead and turn them on him.” Cassian’s blood chilled. Yes, Nesta would be unstoppable. But at what cost to her soul?

So, departing from my usual content (not really though), I came across this passage in SF and immediately connected it to HOFAS, where Cassian was most furious at Nesta for handing over the mask.

HOFAS tells us that Nesta no longer has complete control over the mask. Once she could easily remove it in SF, now Azriel needs to list names in order for the mask to relinquish control. Some theories suggested Nesta's limited powers as the reason for the struggle, but it doesn't make sense when Helion reacted strongly against it, and Lucien went pale over Nesta's training, wondering if something shouldn't be awoken.

Helion shuddered, and Nesta threw the cloth over the Mask. As if the cloth somehow blinded it to their presence. “Perhaps an ancestor of mine once used it, and the warning of its cost is imprinted upon my blood.” Helion shook out a breath.

Nesta revealed that Cassian was the one who was more furious with her. This, to me, gives more insight as to why he opposed Nesta's actions. Rather than his loyalty to Rhys, it was due to having direct knowledge of the consequences of using the mask, especially when Nesta was shown needing assistance in removing it.

Bryce wore the mask, and she does not have the same power as Nesta, yet she seemed to remove it with ease when she wielded it during her battle against the Asteri. She too described the sensations that Cassian feared would have happened to Nesta.

Bryce slid the mask back on, and its ungodly, leeching presence ate into her soul. But the star inside her seemed to hold the mask at bay.

I wonder what happened in the months between the Valkyries' win and Bryce's arrival that made Rhys so angry about Nesta handing over the mask to someone who escaped with Truth-Teller. Where even Cassian didn't support Nesta's decision.

I still maintain that the mask will link Crescent City for ACOTAR-only readers, and I don't think Azriel and Gwyn will tell that story, especially when Azriel stopped Elain from searching the trove due to its darkness. Elain and Nesta have yet to resolve their fight from SF regarding the trove, and Nesta's powers flared at her sister's names, making me believe it was rehashed.

I believe that Azriel's presence in CC is meant to show that he supports Nesta's decision in whatever argument she had with Elain, considering he has been consistent in supporting her in SF, and Elain's name was the penultimate name he listed. We were also given bits and pieces of how Az was faring since the solstice. No, he does not have a mate or anyone in his life for that matter. Yes, he has been going to pleasure halls as Rhys suggested. Actually, he does seem to go back to revering The Cauldron considering how quick he was to correct Bryce.

There is still this thread that connects Lucien to the mask itself, as well as his unresolved plotlines regarding his real father, who bears the cost of wearing the mask imprinted on his blood.

The mask's history is more important than Truth-Teller, especially when Rigelus saw it and said Bryce has no idea what she's playing with.

"You have no idea what powers you toy with, girl," Rigelus said. "The mask will curse your very soul—"

So, Lucien is connected to the mask, and Elain is connected to the wearer. This seems like the type of scenario a reluctant fated mate couple would need to push aside their feelings towards each other in order to save her sister's soul.

If Nesta saved Feyre in SF as proof of her love, it makes more sense for Elain to save Nesta from whatever cost she accumulated from using the mask.

Nesta saving Feyre came from the perception she didn't love Feyre. Elain saving Nesta would stem from her non-action.

And Azriel? Well, he just found out that the Illyrians were Daglan-created creatures that broke away from their control, and they celebrate this every year with the Blood Rite. I think he'll be preoccupied with the impending identity crisis. What does it mean to be an Illyrian, especially considering that Gwyn, a non-Illyrian, holds a title earned through the Blood Rite? Emerie is Illyrian by birth, but what does that mean now that she also holds a title?

Elucien's book is next to explain this gap, especially given the history we learned about Fionn and Theia. Gwynriel's book is what follows when Nesta received Gwydion, possibly a couple of months after the fact.

[luhmmings]

you and miles teller, eh? that's a hot pairing. does TMZ know about this or do i still have time to cash in on the money that they send you for dropping hot gossip? kidding, of course. i wouldn't do business with those leeches. you clean up nicely. are you having fun? @lilyjxmes

[angryducktimemachine]

[ID: a digital drawing of Leech, the artists OC. He is standing shirtless, with his hands in his pockets and his head slightly turned away from the viewer. /End ID]

[bubblin-trouble]

Heyyyyy chat…little announcement for the event hehe

SOOOOOOO we might be spicing it up a bit, in the form of a collab 😼

What would y’all say about a fortune teller/witch?? For no reason obviously 👀

Taglist : @nrcsfavoriteshrimps @nrc-asteryn-crew @night-raven-miscellany @floyd-leech-thing @knightcoree

[destinygoldenstar]

Name a BOTC pair of roles you think are BROKEN.

(This can be from any source or from your own gameplay experience)

What I mean is, if these two roles were in play in the same game, it would be broken if they're used effectively by the player.

For ME, from my experience, it's Fool & Virgin.

Fool - Two lives. First time you die (doesn't matter how) you don't. Second time, you truly die.

Virgin - The first time you're nominated, if the nominee is a good player, they are executed immediately.

For anyone who doesn't know.

Here's WHY:

If the Fool nominates the Virgin, then the Virgin's powers trigger because the Fool is a good player, so the Fool gets executed, but the Fool doesn't die.

It's a HARD CLEAR on both of those players because if they were a leech or an evil player, the Virgin's powers wouldn't trigger in the first place, and the execution clears the Virgin player as the virgin.

In a tight spot, it's a brilliant play if you know what you're doing. And it's really helpful for eliminating Demon suspects.

I actually did this in a game once.

I was the Fool.

Didn't know what the hell I was doing with that role or how I wanted to use my extra life. Mostly cause I was ceranovuced first night to be a Fortune Teller.

It was really bad cause there was an actual Fortune Teller in play, and me being ceranovuced baited them to coming out, and they got killed that night. (I was told the Minion told their Demon they ceranovuced me, so that's why the Demon didn't kill me instead)

It was bad, but at least I knew early on what kind of Minion it was I guess.

Then I found out from a grandmother source that their grandchild was a Virgin. So I tried to find them so I could convince them to trust me and convince them, "If you are nominated, then the best possible person to nominate you is me, because with my role, I will be executed but I won't die. It hard clears both of us."

But they were ceranovuced to be something else (I forgot) that day. So I just went along with the madness, but I knew what was going on cause I knew there was a Ceranovus before anyone else did.

Both of us flew under the radar because of a Lunatic situation (Executed them. Didn't realize they were lunatic until after they died. It was hilarious.), and an Undertaker is an info role that is a more useful kill for the Demon's benefit. And they decided to kill the Grandmother. (They bluffed Slayer to protect us from a double kill)

Me and the Virgin get to the Final Four. By that point, we know both the Demon and the Minion are alive. So it was extremely obvious in my POV who the evil players were, it was just a matter of figuring out which of those two was the Demon.

The problem? None of the ghosts were gonna believe that. The Ceranovus incident on the first day didn't help, and the Demon was bluffing Empath and lying about info to claim I was evil.

So what do I do to state my case and turn everyone around to believing me?

I play a FOOLISH move.

I nominate the Virgin.

I get executed, crack a joke at my own expense, and I finally use my extra life by NOT DYING.

And that was all it took! It was so hard of a clear that there was nothing the Evil Team could do to counter it! Because that completely cleared me and the Virgin of any suspicion, hard confirmed what both of our roles are to everyone, and I use my extra life effectively. And because it was Final Four, then that means that the other two were the Evil Team.

It DID NOT MATTER at that point which of the two of us the Demon killed that night. Everyone knew both of us were good, and going into the Final Day, they would believe everything we said!

I mean, would THEY nominate a Virgin knowing they were a Virgin and get their head chopped? WILLINGLY?? I DON'T THINK SO.

(They killed the Virgin in case you were wondering. I guess they were scared I was a role that couldn't die period.)

I hard confirmed the Minion was a Ceranovus, the 'Empath' was a liar, and used the real Fortune Teller's info to figure out the Demon, because they checked the Minion and it didn't ring up as Demon. And we knew there was no drunk or poisoner in play because the outsider was a Lunatic, and the Minion was a Ceranovus.

Defeated by a FOOL. Of all characters.

It was one of my favorite games I've played of BOTC. Mostly cause every other time I play this game, I'm either an early kill, or I'm one of the stupidest people in the room. So the role I got that game was perfect for me.

It's because of that game we all collectively decided "Don't ever put a Fool and a Virgin in the same game again."

Reblog what you think a broken pair of roles is and why. I'm very curious what the combinations can be.

[spawnblessed]

༘⋆ Truly blessed by the spawn..

GREETINGS TO ALL!

My name is Two-time! Attaching myself like a leech, you'll never be rid of me. Kehe.. No age defines me, i shall pick at your mind with a sharp, sacrificial knife. More about me on my quaint strawpage!

𑁍lover of scars, i will grace each one you wear with most care. If my oddness disturbs thee , bat no eyes towards such~

𑁍 I dost adore creatures, for they are such sweethearts; I love them all! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

𑁍I am truly devoted to the spawn; 'tis verily a part of little old me! ꩜ .ᐟ

𑁍 self proclaimed fortune teller for me, myself and i! I can sense what you're up to in that little brain mush of yours.

𑁍 i'll forever be faithful toward my friends, the spawn however, will always have my heart.

𑁍 die-hard-fan of everything spooky , horror and visual novelesque!

[skyborneveggie]

List of things currently in the pipeline to watch/read (not in any order):

1 - Magia Record Rena Minami & Alina Gray storylines (playthru)

2 - L Change the World (book)

3 - Oscar Wilde's aestheticism essay

4 - Arcane (tv)

5 - Moonlight Garden (webtoon)

6 - Death Note anime + films + jdrama + jmusical + audio drama

7 - Cherry Magic jdrama (rewatch)

8 - Cherry Magic thai drama + anime

9 - Ghost Teller (webtoon)

10 - Leech by Hiron Ennes (book)

11 - Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield (book)

12 - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (webtoon)

13 - Hinterland Doctrine by Halfpromise (fanfic)

List of things I'm currently in the middle of watching/reading:

1 - Naoki Urasawa's Monster (anime)

2 - Second Chances by Spades 44 (fanfic)

3 - Link Click (donghua)

4 - Death Note 2nd half (rereading for fic-writing purposes)

5 - Death Note LABB (book)

6 - In the Dream House by Carmen Maria Machado (book)

7 - The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell (book)

8 - Tsukuritai Onna no Tabetai Onna (webseries)

List of things currently on hold/on the backburner:

1 - House MD rewatch (paused in s5)

2 - Star Trek DS9 (paused in s3)

3 - Chihayafuru (paused in s2)

4 - Squid Game (yet to watch)

5 - Severance (yet to watch)

6 - Buffy TVS (paused in s2)

7 - IWTV (paused in s1)

8 - Los Espookys (paused in s1)

9 - The Fall of the House of Usher (yet to watch)

[joesalw]

Are we back in 2020 again claiming Joe was abusive? Good fucking lord. Keleigh Teller has some sort of nerve - hope her desperate ass is getting whatever she is looking for. A couple broke up and that more than likely means neither were at the best in the relationship any longer. But to throw out shit that he was “abusive” even through a like, that’s wanting to end someone’s career and reputation.

It’s all just too convenient when you look at YLM being released and the new relationship and Taylor being a petty bitch to every ex. Sorry your friend was hurt that Joe wasn’t a good boyfriend and didn’t want to marry her, Keleigh- but maybe log off and think of the consequences for real people who are trying to move on with their life.

wish i could tag her in this post 😐

but idk if she has tumblr so i will tag @taylorswift asking to keep her leeches friends away from joe