#lof of blood

[tiii13]

Avatrice

[curioscurio]

oops omg pardon me mr. king Charles sir 😨

[syncogon]

was it worth it??…

[zerachielamora]

"I always loved painting blood."

Same

[lullaby-of-fate]

Lullaby of Fate Part 1 - Prologue

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[erinwantstowrite]

Let me just quickly say, cross-overs can sometimes get REALLY difficult to map out and write in a cohesive way but you have absolutely NAILED IT!! I absolutely ADORE LoF!!! I usually don’t even bother reading fics with the ‘Richard Grayson is Richard Parker’ premise cause I felt like they were super confusing and overcomplicated but this fic?? SUPERB. ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE. OH MY GOD I ADORE IT. Everyone’s characterizations are so nice and wonderful aaaaaaah!!!! <33333

Ok ok I did actually have a question as well: would you be willing to share what your writing process looks like in terms of a chapter you’ve already posted? I was just wondering since I’m also currently working on my own fic (it’s been a few years but I managed to get fixated on an idea and it grew legs lol) and I’m currently fighting the organization of it haha.

How do you keep track of the plot points and/or foreshadowing you want to get a ‘lightbulb!’ moment for later? Do you have any tips?

Thank you so much! I absolutely adore your writing AND your art is so gorgeous omg it adds so much to the incredible story :DDD I hope you have a good day!!

I have a secret: I actually didn't like "Richard Grayson is Richard Parker' tag for a while for the same reason. Sometimes they felt like they missed the mark or it's just. A thing that's there? I almost didn't include it for LoF, but I'm glad I did because it changed the direction in such a big way.

Another secret: this made me incredibly happy because I have read so many wikis and scoured the internet to make sure that I had enough info on both fandoms so LoF could make sense to anyone who's reading it, whether they know Spider-Man, Batfam, or neither at all. Sometimes I worry a lot before I post that I'll miss a mark and will confuse people.

As for the question: I definitely am willing to share what my writing process looks like!

Be prepared for under the cut, I love to yap. It's in my blood to yap. And that's why it took a minute to get to this ask haha

(Spoilers for Leap of Faith!! Everything mentioned has already been published ((Chapters 1-11))

I had to go and find out which chapter I wanted to use as an example and I think we're gonna go with Chapter 5 for the most part :)

My writing process is, as described by alighterwood:

I think the description fits because while I'm all over the place, I have to be very detail oriented and I store everything in one spot.

Starting with the overall process, what I find is most helpful for me, when organizing, is having a notebook rather than doing it all digitally. I've been using a 70 sheet notebook that I had lying around waiting to be used, and as of yesterday, I officially filled the entire thing front to back. It's been an incredible help, for a lot of reasons, but mostly because it's a lot easier to remember something I physically wrote down than it is to remember something I typed. I'm now on to my second notebook for LoF, and I might even have to get a third.

In another ask, startupkat asked me this:

And I shared a little about my outline process there, but I'll try to go into a little more depth here. Emphasis on little because this is so long.

I write a truly insane amount of outlines in this notebook.

This is just what I can show you, but a good chunk of the notebook is just outlines. Over and over and over again. That's because they're always changing/adapting based on so many different factors. Sometimes I get to a chapter I thought I had fully planned out and then realize it just doesn't work anymore. Other times, I get to the chapter and realize I don't want to write that anymore/isn't as interesting as I thought it would be. A few times I got halfway through a POV of a scene I was struggling on and decided to switch POV's, which will change up the outline for a chapter every now and then.

Which is why I don't write incredibly detailed outlines and try to keep it vague until I actually get to that chapter. It's a lot less daunting to rewrite a chapter outline than it is to rewrite the entire outline.

Fic outlines and Chapter outlines look a lot alike.

This is what I said in the other ask, but I didn't elaborate on it all the way.

I make a list just like that, and then I try to put it in chronological order/in an order that makes sense. I keep the Fic outline vague by writing down "Goals" for a chapter rather than scenes. But I also keep notes to myself if I really think something is important. The more important I think a scene needs to be, the more details I write down to make sure my future self recalls what I had in mind when I thought it up.

Really simple example:

Chap 1 Goal: Peter gets to Gotham and meets Babs while running around. Meet Nightwing too? Get shelter.

Chapter 2 Goal: Bats are like "???" about Peter. Batfam dynamic important... Peter stalking Batfam back? Peter meet Batman >:)

When I get to a chapter, that's when I make a far more detailed list of wants/needs/goals. It's the Step 2 from the Step 1. Here are some examples from Chapter 5:

Needed to have:

More POV's from universe 1299 (Peter's home universe)

Tony's POV more specifically, how he's doing/feeling, what he's figured out

What they've figured out on 1299 side vs what's going on in 1300 (Gotham)

Explaining more about Peter's trauma/his past

Dick learning more about Peter, and vise versa

Wanted to have:

Ned being a more central character

Natasha :)

Loki being a little shit

Tony and Cap bickering

Peter talking to Nightwing again

The last name Grayson

Gymnastics!!

(This is the shortened list, because the chapters are so long)

When I looked at this list before writing my outline, I had to figure out how I could incorporate everything. If I needed more 1299 POV's, and I wanted Ned, Natasha, and Loki, there's one scene accounted for. I had to get their side of things and wanted that trio together. I needed a Tony POV, and I wanted Tony and Cap bickering, so those went together, plus I got 1299's POV of Ohnn and his plans explained.

I needed to have Peter explaining more about his trauma, and Dick and Peter to talk/get closer. I wanted a Nightwing POV, to have Peter say his last name, and them doing gymnastics. I knew Peter wouldn't willingly talk about that, so I had him have a nightmare. Not only did it give readers perspective but it made Peter more susceptible to talking to Nightwing because he was more emotionally vulnerable/lonely, and that's how that scene came together.

That's when I would write down the chronological order of these events by writing out "Scene Blocks." (This is what I wrote down but my handwriting was so bad I can't subject y'all to it):

scene 1- Ned talking to Loki. Natasha should be nearby and observing Loki's behavior. They are not on friendly terms. Ned is more worried about Peter than he is as to what Loki could be up to, so Natasha takes on that role.

scene 2- Tony is freaking out about Peter being in an alt dimension. He should attack Ohnn when he's not prepared for it. Beat his ass? Beat his ass. Cap there too.

scene 3- Peter's nightmare. "Ben, where do you go when you die?" "Where do you think?" "With you. Where you went."

scene 4- Nightwing and Peter.

Of course, things come to attention when writing. Like originally, Tony and Cap were arguing in the Tower. But it was a little too much like his and Natasha's argument, and I kept in mind that Tony is smart. Sometimes I forget that the characters are smarter than I am, so I have to account for what they would figure out. So Tony would have picked up the puzzle pieces and come to more conclusions than I originally thought about, and I figured he'd be way more proactive about it than just. Being in the Tower and waiting.

Which means that that scene ended up being as listed above: having a squabble with Cap, learning more about Peter's dynamic with the Avengers in this universe, and seeing how Tony is reacting to it by throwing himself head first into trying to capture Ohnn.

I'll realize I need something else to be mentioned or put in and I'll have to shimmy things around, but that's basically how it goes.

As for other forms of organization:

Keeping a timeline is so important because it tells you a lot about the environment your characters are in. It's also important to remember what a character has on them, what money they've spent, who they've met/who you have mentioned, every alias that is being used, to read your work and write down edits you want to make before you make them, to write down ideas beforehand of situations you can use, and, most importantly: MAKE A MAP!! This has saved me so many times. Sometimes your brain WILL trick you or make it harder on you to envision a scene. Make a map of where your characters are physically!! It will save you too!!

As for foreshadowing and plot points, I'll let you in on yet another secret:

Your subconscious is doing a lot more than you think it is.

Sometimes when I foreshadow something, I didn't even know I was until I got to it. I very often go back to read chapters that came before this to see what I've mentioned and what I haven't, and when I do, I'll see something and go "I have to bring this back" or "I almost forgot about that!"

Other times, I am very aware of what I'm foreshadowing, and that's because I follow a mystery plot formula. You have to keep in mind everyone's intentions, all the time. How are they feeling? What are their motivations? And: what are they doing right now, while this character is doing this?

Like Beck and Ohnn. From the very beginning, I knew I had to make sure that it was obvious Ohnn wasn't working alone. From there, I had to weave through the story and slowly build him up as someone who's working behind the scenes. Even from Ned's first POV, I made sure to mention that this person knows Tony and is tech savvy.

My biggest tip is to make sure you reread your work or at least skip through it, because sometimes you don't even know that you placed something there.

And sometimes, it's very purposeful. :)

I hope this helped! I really tried to keep it short but I am insane and the process is sooooo long. It sounds complicated but it really is simple when you're actually doing it I swear

[dragon-kazansky]

Symphony of dreams

Morpheus x Female Reader

You are his lover. When Morpheus was captured, you fell into the deep sleep. He has no idea until he returns to his realm where Lucienne tells him what happened. Unable to help you until he gets his tools back, he is more determined than ever to get his full power back.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Warnings: Some more episode content, but my plot picks up again here too.

Chapter Three - Dreams do come true

☆☆☆

The ruby has been altered. Someone had changed it. This was not good. If Morpheus couldn't use his ruby, he would not be back to full power.

He wouldn't be able to wake you.

Morpheus needed to figure out how to get his ruby back. How to get that power back.

He found him.

John Burgess. That was his real name. He had many throughout his life, while his mother, Ethel, moved them around. The ruby had been given to him by his mother. She had stolen the tools when she left Rodrick Burgess.

John had been using the ruby to make people more honest. To make the do and say what they really felt.

No more lies.

It did not end well. The people he was playing with died. Morpheus walked in to claim back his ruby.

Morpheus walked into the diner. The lights were mostly out, and some were flickering. Blood puddled on the floor. John stood when Morpheus came in.

"Hello. I'm John." He spoke softly. "I'm glad you're here. The powers gone out, so there's no TV, and no one left to talk to."

"What is it you think you're doing?" Morpheus asks.

"Saving the world from its lies."

"The ruby wasn't made for that." Morpheus tells him.

"You're The Sandman. My mother was right, she said you would be coming for it."

"You must return it to me so I can repair the damage you have done."

"I'm not giving it to you. It's mine."

"It is harming you, John. And your world."

"It's revealing the truth." John says. "This is the truth of mankind."

"No. You're wrong. This is the truth of mankind." Morpheus shows him how things were meant to be. These people with their lives and their dreams.

John abused the power he has.

"The ruby is hurting you, John. It has too much of my power within it. It stole more when I tried to use it." Morpheus explains.

"Then perhaps if I use it to steal the rest of your powers, I will be the king of dreams."

"If you would rob a dream lord lof his powers, you shall do so in his realm. In dreams."

John turns to find himself standing outside a mansion. The Burgess mansion, to be precise. He goes inside, following a cloaked figure. He follows her into a room, only to discover his mother under the hood.

Then he's back in that room at the hospital being spangled by her.

A dream. A nightmare.

This isn't real.

He uses the ruby and finds himself in the throne room. It's still in disarray. He stands and looks up at the shattered stained glass windows.

"Is this your palace, dream lord? Is this your throne, king of lies?"

Quiet.

"Well it's mine now!"

John uses the ruby, and the walls come burning down. The palace sets alight, and everything burns.

"Are you watching? Can you see me? Using your own powers to burn away your lies."

"You must stop."

The fire stops. John turns to see The Sandman in his helm.

"It is not too late to save yourself."

"Oh, you think it's me that needs saving?"

"Your father stole the ruby from me and cursed you with it." Morpheus tells him.

"You mean he blessed me with it.

John holds the ruby up in his hand. It glows. "Your reign ended when my father captured you." He walks towards Morpheus. "Your kingdom is my birthright."

The ruby appears to be taking all of Morpheus' power.

"Your power resides within me. How does it feel to know I hold your life in my hands?"

Morpheus crumples to the ground.

"You're hurting... the dreamers." Morpheus manages to say.

"Well, it's time they woke up!"

John crushes the ruby in his palm. The shards fall to the ground beneath him. The palace is gone.

"I did it." John stands. "I killed him. I won."

"Thank you, John."

John looks up to find himself standing in the plam of The Sandman. He isn't dead. He was very much alive.

"But I killed you..."

"You destroyed the ruby and released the power inside. I would never have thought of that. I had forgotten just how much of myself I had placed in the jewel." Morpheus explains.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"I could. Perhaps I will. But the dream stone was not made for mortals, and it came to you through no fault of your own. So no, John, I will not kill you."

Morpheus lays John down in his bed.

"Sleep well, John."

Morpheus walked away. He had his powers back. He was going to fix everything. He was going to wake you.

The rebuilding could begin.

☆☆☆

Morpheus entered the room quietly. Matthew and Lucienne were giving him space. The raven promised to tell the Liberian everything that had happened.

You were so still. Sound asleep.

Morpheus did not make a sound as he sat on the edge of the bed and reached for your hand. His long pale fingers curled around yours gently. His thumb stroked over your ring.

"I'm here, my love. I came back."

He reaches out with his other hand to touch your cheek softly. He leans over you ever so slightly.

"I am home."

He leans down and presses his lips to your forehead. As he does so, his hand remains wrapped around yours.

Wake up, my love.

☆☆☆

You are standing in nothingness. Dark as far as you can see. There is not a soul in sight. There is not a thing in sight. Just nothing.

Wake up.

Wake up.

You can hear it echoing in the dark. A voice. Soothing, familiar. It sounds like home. Where is home? How do you get to it?

Wake up.

"I'm trying."

You stop and take a deep breath. You loft your hand and look at your ring. He is home. He will take you home. You lift your hand up and gently press your ring against your bottom lip.

"I want to go home."

I am home. Wake up.

"Morpheus?"

"I am here, my love. Wake. I shall be there."

You close your eyes and take some deep breaths. You think of the palace. The throne room. Your room. The room you share with the king of dreams. You smile.

"My love."

Your eyes open and suddenly there is something. Someone. No more darkness. You feel warmth. You feel him.

"Morpheus?"

Your eyes meet his blue ones, and he smiles. You go to say something but don't get the chance. You're scooped up into his long arms and pressed against his chest. You feel your heart beating as you wrap your arms around him.

"You're home."

"Yes, my love. I am home."

You cling to each other, scared to let go again. You grab the back of his coat to feel the fabric against your skin. You inhale sharply to remember his scent. You squeeze him to make sure he is really there.

"I am sorry," he whispers.

"What for?"

"For leaving you."

"You did not leave me. Not by choice."

He pulls away and settles his hands on your arms. He takes a good look at you.

"I was captured and kept prisoner in a basement for a century. Our realm crumbled. You slept, unable to wake until I was able to wake you. It is my fault."

You reach out and cradle his face.

"No. No, it is not. Never say that."

He spent the next few moments looking at you. You're still as beautiful as the day he left. He feared that if he had been trapped any longer than he had, he would have forgotten your face. He never wanted to forget you.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too."

Morpheus once again takes you in his arms and holds you. He needed time with his wife. He has a lot to make up for.

☆☆☆

@missdreamofendless - @mischievousvillainy - @kpopgirlbtssvt - @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy - @emarich7 -

[rubyclover]

How is Adam in the time of the broadcast, anyway, since he got stabbed with angelic steel and presumably lose a lot of blood, being an angel in Hell probably wouldn't help the matter

Adam is pretty beat up and is basically on life support so he isn't aware of the broadcast. His body is currently trying to keep itself from Hell's natural corruption without the normal ability to do so. Stress has caused him to grow gaunt. At least Cain managed to save the parts of Adam the Cannibal Colony carved up for transit.

The First Man has lost a lof of blood which means transfusions are a life or death matter. Only problem is he's still a holy angel. Demon or Sinner blood will kill him. There is a temporary fix to keep Adam live. It's not Cain. :D

[stardustluvs]

hi, me again... I'm sorry but I need Nolan (I fell in love with your writing, please don't be mad at me)

I have one more idea for Nolan.

Let's go..... Nolan is participating in a video and has to win the challenge. But he gets hurt (nothing too bad) after getting hurt he keeps begging them to call his girlfriend, he needs her by his side

kiss it better || n.h.

Word Count:

Pairing: Nolan Hansen x fem!Reader

Summary: What the req says

Warnings: Slight injury(?), Mention of blood (not a lot)

Author’s Note: Changing up how I’m styling the title of my fics slightly! I wrote this instead of sleeping. Also, thank you anon for the request! I appreciate you! Also most of my fics are set in the older style of MrBeast videos as opposed to the newer ones just because I miss when it was his friends competing instead of random people LOL Also I know I haven’t posted a fic in two weeks, shhh…

Requests are open! || masterlist

Everything was going smoothly, he’d spent a lof of time in preparation for this upcoming video, a challenge whereas to win, a sort obstacle course race must be completed. Nolan completely understood the challenge he was faced with, though he may have underestimated the difficulty of it.

Upon looking at the race in person, he could see it would give him a plethora of challenges and problems. It also looked overwhelming, slightly dangerous. Jimmy spent a lot of time already reassuring him and the rest of their friends it would be fine and if God forbid something did happen, they'd be able to safely resolve the issue.

You would've gone to watch Nolan compete, you normally did, except this time you had plans that you needed to get done, having put them off for months now. You could easily expect a few updates from Nolan throughout the day though, he was constantly checking in.

The first part of the course was easy. He just had to not fall and get to the other side. Among him and his friends, everyone was able to make it easily, a few sly remarks from Kris and Karl, but Nolan knew it was all in good fun.

The second part seemed much more terrifying than the first, it looked harder too.

This course was longer, and it consisted of having to run, dodge, and balance at multiple areas.

He didn't get a lot of time to process what he had been looking at when Jimmy called out saying it was time to go.

He started out strong, actually, he was quite far in the lead compared to the rest of the group.

Karl was a close second, calling out to him and making joking banter towards Nolan. That was however, when things started to take a turn for the worst.

Nolan's foot caught against a bit of the course where the ground came up, causing him to trip. At first glance you'd assume he'd have been able to get up and carry on, no big deal. However as he fell, his knee scraped one of the nearby obstacles, sharp enough to break skin, even through the material of his pants.

Immediately he sat up, clutching his knee. He held back curse words and bit down on his lip to try to mask the pain.

Karl saw him first and immediately rushed over towards him.

"Woah- Hey, are you okay?" Karl urged.

Nolan just shook his head, moving his hands to see how bad the cut was. It wasn't so deep he would need immediate medical attention, however it was deep enough to form a nasty cut, and draw a decent amount of blood.

"Jimmy- Hey we need to stop, Nolan's hurt," Karl called over.

Jimmy wasted no time on listening to Karl, putting everything about the video on the back burner. He rushed over to where Nolan was sat on the ground. A few people from around set had rushed over with first aid supplies, being more than prepared for the incident.

"Can someone call Y/N?" Nolan asked to no one in particular. He allowed the people who rushed over to help clean up his knee, wincing a little at the pain from all the movement.

"Yeah- yeah, I'll give Y/N a call," Kris reassured, pulling out her phone and moving quickly to get to her contacts list.

Meanwhile, you had been sat in your car, parked in front of the grocery store. You had been scrolling through your phone momentarily before getting a call from... Kris?

It was odd, and you wondered why she would be calling if she was meant to be filming with everyone right now.

You answered, a little worried and concerned.

"Hello?" You asked as you pressed the phone to your ear.

"Hey, Y/N, can you come to the set right now?"

"Uhm, I'm a little busy, why? Is everything okay?" You asked, concern filling your voice more and more as you wondered what the issue was.

"Nolan's hurt- He's okay, he didn't like break anything or anything like that, but he fell, and his knee's kind of fucked up now," Kris explained, hurrying to tell you that he was okay, knowing you would worry.

"He asked for someone to call you," She added.

"Okay, oh my God, thanks Kris, I'm on my way," You said, ending the call and putting your phone away.

You sighed, knowing that it was probably going to be okay, you reminded yourself that Kris told you Nolan didn’t break anything and was okay except for the fact he got hurt. You were about fifteen minutes out from where the set was, and you could only do so much to get there quickly with all the traffic.

Back at the shoot, a medical team continued to try and get the bleeding to stop. It was slowing down…slowly, and it hurt like hell.

“Did you call Y/N?” He asked Kris when he saw her show back up beside him.

“Yeah, she’s coming,” She replied.

The reassurance that fell over his body at the news you were on your way was visible to anyone who paid attention. It was no secret that he was extremely dependent on you, and that was fine, it wasn’t like you minded him clinging to you any time something happened. It was cute.

When you got there, the first person you saw was Jimmy, who greeted you and was immediately guiding you over to where Nolan was.

It looked…worse than what you imagined in your head, which made you panic slightly, seeing all these medical professionals around your boyfriend. It seemed excessive.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked him, sitting down beside him.

Immediately he pulled you into a hug, wincing slightly when he had to move his leg.

“What happened?” You asked him.

“I fell, cut my knee pretty bad,” He replied.

“We’ll go home as soon as they’re done, okay?”

He was about to object, saying he wanted to continue the video, but before he could, his friends all seemed to agree that was for the best.

You waited with him, allowing him to rest his head against yours while the medical team seemed to finally be finishing up after what felt like ages.

They explained that he may have a bit of a difficulty walking since the cut was pretty nasty, but it should heal up in no time, which you thanked God for.

“Ready?” You asked him, starting to stand up as you reached your hand down to help him up.

He nodded, grabbing your hand. You helped him up the best you could. He inhaled sharply at the slight pressure being put onto his knee.

You allowed him to use you to lean on and help balance, saying goodbye to everyone and getting to your car.

“Thanks for coming so quickly,” He thanked you.

You shook your head, “Why are you thanking me for that?”

“Because I know you were busy today is all,” He said, shrugging a little.

“Never busy if you’re hurt,” You smiled softly, leaning over and kissing him gently.

[sonicblueartist]

A/N: Oh god, I'm so sorry to inform you guys that I'll be so busy the next few weeks (I'll still try to squeeze in to finish your request in my freetimes) but for an apolagy here is a short one-shot~ Like really short lol (Sorry about that)

Warnings: Blood, angst, death, extreme describing

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy

He didn't know how long he walked around to find an exit of some kind. But nothing other then the walls surronded him in this endless hallway faced him. He was confuse. He didn't know how he come here.

He halted, his breath caught in his throat as his eyes noticed a person in the middle.

It was a kid. They are looking at him. He felt some kind of relief that he wasn't alone anymore. He was about to shout at the kid until the walls start to shake. An earthquake? Bullfrog's eyes widen when he notice the buildings walls start to crumble down.

He siprented, catching the kid and jumped outside before the building could collapse on them.

He panted as he looked down on his arms, "Are you okay, kid--" he freezed. The child reminded him of so much of... you.

He blinked in confusion only to quickly push it away and gently put the kid down. They continued looking at him in silence.

"Don't worry, you are safe now. Do you know where your parents at? Or someone that looks after you?"

The kid shook their head so slighy that it was nearly impossible to tell of they actually moved or not. He sighed. "Okay, it's alright. We can search together. Wouldn't it be fun? Like hide-n-seek"

He gently grabbed the kid's hand and walked away. He glanced back. He was outside of the building now?

As he walked around everything seemed unimportant except the kid he is holding. Everything was a mess, buildings collapsed, the sky was red, there seemed the be voices around him. But everything decreased and vanished as he kept walking.

Now he was just walking in a white void. Aimless. Confuse. No destination. He stumbled when he lost the grip on the child.

He panicked. Where did they go!?

He tried to calm himself down but he seemed to lost all his senses.

He falled on his knees and gripped his head. He panted. Fear the only thing he could think, feel, see... until a pair of feet appeared in his vision, he shakily look up.

The kid was back. He reached his shaky hand to you.

You only stared back.

His hand pressed on an invisible force just inchest away from you. A wall?

He chocked out your name. Nothing was making any sense.

You kneeled infront of him. Leaned in while his body freezed, even though he wanted to move he couldn't. You whispered next to his head, "Do you know what hurted the most? A back stab." You hissed.

A sharp breath escaped his lips as an icreadible amount of pain swarmed his back. He could taste the blood coming out of his throat as he choked out. He glanced down, there is a lof of blood, his blood. He choked out, "W-what?" But his voice didn't heard.

You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you, he never knew it could hurt more when he saw the hatred in your eyes, "How do you felt?"

He somehow knew, that sentance wasn't meant for his current pain.

You hummed at his silence. You glared down at him upset as you wiped his tears away along with the blood on his lips.

"Ah, You know... everything would be different if you just chose to save me... Do you felt guilt for leaving me to die?"

His eyes widened. What?

Guilt. He feels that all the time.

But it hurted the most when it was you he couldn't save.

He choked out in tears, "C'est un cauchemar."

"Oh, no... This is your reality." You growled, "You're gonna suffoacte in your guilt forever."

At that moment, he thought he really couldn't breathe, he was going to suffocate, his breathing was short and rapid. And it all stopped when he felt the sharp object pressing against his throat, breaking through his skin and forcing itself in all the way to the hilt, he could feel the tip sticking out of the back of his neck. He felt himself inevitably ripping into his flesh; he could feel every little bit of flesh and muscle being torn apart as he drowned in his own blood.

He gasped and quickly sit up, he gripped his throat and panthed heavily. He choked out as he tried to regain his breathing. He swears that he stopped actually breathing for a second.

He glanced up, calming a bit to see his room. He clenched his eyes shut and sighed.

"Juste un cauchemar."

"Again the same..." he glanced at his side, on his nightstand, a frame stood. You and him smiling in the photo, happily.

"Je suis vraiment désolé."

He gently grabbed the frame, "Je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser à quel point tu aurais pu me détester à cause de cette nuit." A tear landed between your faces.

[dailycharacteroption]

Races Among the Stars 9: Samsaran

We’ve covered samsarans before on the blog in their First Edition Pathfinder form, but much like the perpetually reincarnating people, things have come full-circle with us covering their Starfinder version (at least until we start doing 2nd Edition ancestries and the upcoming Starfinder 2E’s take on them, again, paralleling the endless loop of reincarnation)

But this also closes the loop in a different way as well, as this is the last of the Pathfinder throwbacks that were introduced to the game in Starfinder Alien Character Deck, which was little more than useful flash cards for remembering the traits of various species, either for forgetful players or perhaps more usefully as a way to help a GM quickly switch out the species of pre-generated statblocks on the fly.

Either way, all of those aforementioned species also got reprinted in both Interstellar Species and in Starfinder Enhanced, adding some actual lore to how those species actually fit into the galaxy of the far future, which is nice. (Does anyone remember when the general consensus for where kobolds were was “They all vanished/died with Golarion”? Easily the most boring possible answer and I’m glad they quashed that with some interesting if borderline retcon meta-joke new lore.

Buuuut we’re getting of topic, let’s talk about samsarans!

True to their name, which is based on the concept of the endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth in Hindu and Buddhist traditions, samsarans were a clade of humans born into a cycle of constant reincarnation, often starting out born as ordinary humans to samsaran parents that give them up to normal human adoptive parents, only for them to reincarnate as samsarans the first time they die, and so on and so forth.

Unlike other species and souls that choose reincarnation in the afterlife, samsarans retain a lof of memories from their past lives, though they are often hazy and incomplete, like vivid dreams to their new incarnation. Even with such gaps, however, that knowledge gives them access to information and skills they wouldn’t normally possess, and helps them infer who they used to be, and how to incorporate the wisdom gleaned from those memories into their daily lives and towards a greater state of enlightenment in preparation for the next life. (Which, ironically, is kinda the opposite of what one normally WANTS to do when one subscribes to the idea of the real-life idea of samsara, but that’s neither here nor there).

Now, you may have noticed that earlier I described that samsarans “were” a clade of humans. That wasn’t a slip of the keyboard on my part, because now that samsarans are no longer bound necessarily to one specific world, their pact with Pharasma has changed slightly. Now, samsarans can be born on any world… and to any sapient species, though without homebrewing, these rare non-human samsarans have the same statistics as others of their kind, though with homebrew, well, that just opens up all sorts of new doors, doesn’t it?

Samsarans, unsurprisingly, appear to be humans (or members of their parent species) with pale skin and hair in shades of white, blue, or purple, as well as clear blood and seemingly pupilless eyes.

While there were once enclaves of samsarans that used divination to locate newly-reborn samsarans and bring them into the fold, such things are much more rare now in a far future where one’s already-rare species is spread out across the galaxy. As such, modern samsarans are more likely to simply adopt their parent culture, though samsaran culture still exists in the form of writings and recordings, both publicly available and hidden away that the young can seek out for guidance and a sense of cultural identity with the rest of their kind.

Of course, the advent of multimedia and VI means that this can also be rather disconcerting. Imagine if your past self created a VI or even AI simulacrum of themselves and hid it away for a future reincarnation. Imagine meeting someone that is both you and also not you and the same time. Probably would take a bit to get used to, though on the other hand, Vlogs and extensive digital memoirs from a past can help a young samsaran better connect with those memories, and possibly go about continuing the goals of their past self, which some samsarans do.

Samsarans bear the wisdom and cunning of multiple past lives, but their bodies are somewhat frail (probably all that lack of hemoglobin).

However, they are especially resilient to magical and supernatural effects that target their lifeforce directly, and they’re surprisingly good at bouncing back from injury and disease even if the initial infection tends to knock them on rears.

Their curious eyes also also surprisingly good at absorbing light in dark conditions, letting them see better in limited light.

Samsarans also have a bit of inherent magic, able to breach language barrier one-way, stabilize the dying, and share their memories with others.

Additionally, their memories from past lives include some practical skills as well, though the exact specifics vary between individuals, as their old souls latch onto different things from their past lives.

Much like the thyrs of yesterday’s entry, samsarans are well-equipped for a myriad of smart-guy classes and builds, with mystics being a natural fit due to their half-divine, half-occult schtick meshing well with samsarans theme-wise. However, technomancers, mechanics, biohackers, skill-based envoyed and operatives are also good picks. Precog and witchwarper also share some lovely themes with samsarans with their focus on possible paths in life and such. Meanwhile, like thyrs, they also struggle a bit with melee combat, though for different reasons, since it’s constitution they lack instead of strength. As such, combat-oriented samsarans prefer ranged soldiers, solarians, and evolutionists, while nanocytes and vanguards are a bit of a harder sell, albeit not impossible. Despite their frailty, samsarans can do a lot to overcome that weakness and be very effective no matter what class they choose to take.

And that does it for this week! Tune in Monday for another week of archetypes and character options!

[kaylaz-world-00]

A/N: Oh god, I'm so sorry to inform you guys that I'll be so busy the next few weeks (I'll still try to squeeze in to finish your request in my freetimes) but for an apolagy here is a short one-shot~ Like really short lol (Sorry about that)

Warnings: Blood, angst, death, extreme describing

Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

He didn't know how long he walked around to find an exit of some kind. But nothing other then the walls surronded him in this endless hallway faced him. He was confuse. He didn't know how he come here.

He halted, his breath caught in his throat as his eyes noticed a person in the middle.

It was a kid. They are looking at him. He felt some kind of relief that he wasn't alone anymore. He was about to shout at the kid until the walls start to shake. An earthquake? Bullfrog's eyes widen when he notice the buildings walls start to crumble down.

He siprented, catching the kid and jumped outside before the building could collapse on them.

He panted as he looked down on his arms, "Are you okay, kid--" he freezed. The child reminded him of so much of... you.

He blinked in confusion only to quickly push it away and gently put the kid down. They continued looking at him in silence.

"Don't worry, you are safe now. Do you know where your parents at? Or someone that looks after you?"

The kid shook their head so slighy that it was nearly impossible to tell of they actually moved or not. He sighed. "Okay, it's alright. We can search together. Wouldn't it be fun? Like hide-n-seek"

He gently grabbed the kid's hand and walked away. He glanced back. He was outside of the building now?

As he walked around everything seemed unimportant except the kid he is holding. Everything was a mess, buildings collapsed, the sky was red, there seemed the be voices around him. But everything decreased and vanished as he kept walking.

Now he was just walking in a white void. Aimless. Confuse. No destination. He stumbled when he lost the grip on the child.

He panicked. Where did they go!?

He tried to calm himself down but he seemed to lost all his senses.

He falled on his knees and gripped his head. He panted. Fear the only thing he could think, feel, see... until a pair of feet appeared in his vision, he shakily look up.

The kid was back. He reached his shaky hand to you.

You only stared back.

His hand pressed on an invisible force just inchest away from you. A wall?

He chocked out your name. Nothing was making any sense.

You kneeled infront of him. Leaned in while his body freezed, even though he wanted to move he couldn't. You whispered next to his head, "Do you know what hurted the most? A back stab." You hissed.

A sharp breath escaped his lips as an icreadible amount of pain swarmed his back. He could taste the blood coming out of his throat as he choked out. He glanced down, there is a lof of blood, his blood. He choked out, "W-what?" But his voice didn't heard.

You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you, he never knew it could hurt more when he saw the hatred in your eyes, "How do you felt?"

He somehow knew, that sentance wasn't meant for his current pain.

You hummed at his silence. You glared down at him upset as you wiped his tears away along with the blood on his lips.

"Ah, You know... everything would be different if you just chose to save me... Do you felt guilt for leaving me to die?"

His eyes widened. What?

Guilt. He feels that all the time.

But it hurted the most when it was you he couldn't save.

He choked out in tears, "C'est un cauchemar."

"Oh, no... This is your reality." You growled, "You're gonna suffoacte in your guilt forever."

At that moment, he thought he really couldn't breathe, he was going to suffocate, his breathing was short and rapid. And it all stopped when he felt the sharp object pressing against his throat, breaking through his skin and forcing itself in all the way to the hilt, he could feel the tip sticking out of the back of his neck. He felt himself inevitably ripping into his flesh; he could feel every little bit of flesh and muscle being torn apart as he drowned in his own blood.

He gasped and quickly sit up, he gripped his throat and panthed heavily. He choked out as he tried to regain his breathing. He swears that he stopped actually breathing for a second.

He glanced up, calming a bit to see his room. He clenched his eyes shut and sighed.

"Juste un cauchemar."

"Again the same..." he glanced at his side, on his nightstand, a frame stood. You and him smiling in the photo, happily.

"Je suis vraiment désolé."

He gently grabbed the frame, "Je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser à quel point tu aurais pu me détester à cause de cette nuit." A tear landed between your faces.

[ella-the-fella]

ITS TIME WE MEET KYOUFU!! THE GOD OF FEARR

Lil stained blood warning

with and without the silly background

I lof him..

@moritheincubus LOOK AT HIM-

Fun facts!!

he can shapeshift.

He can change his voice.

He knows everything about everyone he meets

He WILL bite

He's kinda a flirty ass bitch for someone who traumatizes several people to feed his cravings for fear-

[justanotherstartrekblog]

The Body in Vulcan - Ak'shem t'Vuhlkansu

Abdomen - Feshek Adenoid - Za-han-pi'nafek Adrenal gland - Abru-kapol-nafek Ankle - Mal-nik Anus - Pekh-razh / Hul'a Areola - Kur-kuv Arm - Kar Artery - Uzh-khaf-mev Auditory canal - Zhu-ur

Back - Pla’dor Ball and Socket Joint - Dukal-guf-iesek Bicuspid - Dah-sfekik Birthmark - Keshtan-kur-vel Bladder - Vazhaf / Vazh-sa'haf (modern/traditional) Blood - Khaf Blood plasma - (bosh-)khaf-masu Blood vessel - Khaf-mev Body - Ak'shem Bone - Hinek / Khim'ip Bone marrow - Hinek-masu Brain - Shad / Shi'nahp Breast - A'dle'ad / Thasek Buttock - Pla'kruslar / Koi'a

Calf - Vaukh Callus - Stein Capillary - Pi'khat-mev Cataract - Bezhun-ripa'shaya Central Nervous System - Nen-wel-torektra Cerebellum - Dvunek-tash-svitan Cerebral cortex - si-tin t'nahp-tash-svitan Cerebrum - Nahp-tash-svitan Cervix - Sudef-talu Cheek - Nak Chest - Tuf / E’ksedj Circulatory System - Da-kuvau-torektra Clavicle - Dol-hinek Clitoris - Ko-lok Coccyx - Harr-hinektra Cochlea - Tvi-sau-torektra Colon - Pekh-mev Cornea - Bezhun-wadi Coronary Artery - Uzh-khaf-mev t'khaf-spol Cranium - Patam-hinektra

Diaphram - Esh-dvunek

Ear - Kaluk Eardrum - Zhu-nalatra-tin Earlobe - Ne-kaluk Elbow - Kar-nef Enzyme - Zalu Esophagus - Yokul-mev Estrogen - Ko-dau-tukh Eustachian tubes - Kaluk-mev Eye - Bezhun / Ak Eyebrow - Ezhun-zehl Eyelash - Bezhun-isach

Face - Limuk Femoral Artery - Uzh-khaf-mev t'abru-mal Femur - Abru-mal-hinek Fibula - Vaukh-hinek Finger - Ozh Index Finger - Kehr-ozh Middle Finger - Rehr-ozh Pinky Finger - Wuhr-ozh Ring Finger - Dahr-ozh Thumb - Kaur-ozh Fingers - Ozhlar Fist - Ozh-dukal Follicle - Pi'haf Foot - Ash’ya Forearm - Ne-kar Forehead - Fa-patam

Gallbladder - Thel'a-zalu-nafek Gastrointestinal (GI) tract - Neik-skaun-ek'ur Gland - Pi'nafek Groin - Neikah Gums - Zud-wadi

Hair - Isach (single hair) Isachya (multiple hairs) Hand - El’ru Head - Patam Heart - Khaf-spol Heart Valve - Khaf-spol-spunek Heel - Timut Hip - Gaf Humerus - Abru-kar-hinek Hypothalamus - Is-lof-svitan

Iliac Artery - Uzh-khaf-mev t'neik-vukhut Immune System - Tefosh-torektra Intestine - Pekh-mev Iris - Kurak

Jaw - Ahs

Knee - Mal-nef

Larynx - Shi'spes Leg - Mal Ligament - Hinek-tersayek Lip - Bru Liver - Nehasamek Lung - Eshaf / Esh-sa'haf (modern/traditional) Lymph node - Yak-kal

Mandible - Neik-ahs(-hinek) Molar - Nal-zud Mouth - Ru’lut Muscle - Dvunek

Nail - Felu Navel - Slakh Neck - Talu Nerve - To'tsu Nipple - Thasek-gonaf Nose - Han Nostrils - Han-sharular

Ovary - Yukal

Palm - Ku Pancreas - Zalu-nafek Patella - Mal-nef-hinek Pelvis - Dafel Penis - Lok Phalanges - Uk-hineklar Pharynx - Drahk Pineal gland - Sofar-pi'nafek Pinna - Si-kaluk Pituitary gland - Dau-tukh-pi'nafek Pore - Wadi-sharu Pupil - Glan-sharu

Radius - Sik ne'kar-hinek Respiratory Tract - Pa'kizh-ek'ur Retina - Glan-nalatra-tin Rib - Bak

Scalp - Patam-ek'wadi Scapula - Tipan-hinek Sciatic Nerve - Nen-mal-wel Sclera - Bezhun-wan Scrotum - Sakal-sa'haf Septum - Temok Shin - Ne-mal Shoulder - Tipan Skeleton - Hinek-teraya Skin - Wadi Skull - Grat Sole (foot) - Lad Spinal cord - Plat-wel-elakh Spine - Plat Spleen - Khaf-nafek Stomach - Skaun-sa’haf

Taste Bud - Zahvek Tear Duct - Bezhun-masu-mev Testes - Sakal Testosterone - Sa-dau-tukh Tendon - Dvunek-tersayek Thalamus - Zhaitra Thigh - Abru-mal Throat - Drahk Thumb - Kaur-ozh Thyroid - Drahk-pi-nafek Tibia - Ne-mal-hinek Toe - Gof Tongue - Lahv Tooth - Zud Trachea - Esh mev Tumor - Gnal

Ulna - Tvik ne-kar-hinek Ureter - Kapol-nafek-mev Urethra - Vazh-mev Uterus - Sudef

Vagina - Keshtan-ur Vertebra - Plat-hinek Vocal Cord - Spesek Vulva - Kotik

Waist - San Wart - Gakh Wrist - Kar-nik

[rineedagger]

TRUE BLOOD

TW: Spoilers if from season 1 to 5.

Im watching true blood for the first time, already in season five and I'm tired of simple lead female characters. At least I can say that Sookie has grown from season 1 to 5, which is a huge difference compare to the vast majority (and that makes me love her, because that's what, at least, I seek when watching a series: people growing and changing along the way, despite liking them or not) BUT...she's still so...stereotypically lead female prototype which biggest problem is keeping her love interests above all, and, once she rejects them all (which isn't pretty usual quite frankly) everything becomes unbearable to the point that there's nothing good in her, no inner support to make herself inherently interesting. She has so much potential and I hope they end up giving that to us. Pam, for example, has much more depth, complexity and more greys that gives her LIFE. Even her brother Jason. I want that in Sookie: the trouble-maker or trouble-seeker, the always-fucking-things-up to the point that she should be used to it...All the characters grow from their fucked up shit but her because all she is is a sweet love interest who can mind-read with fairy blood and superpowers and who's also madly (and blindly) in love with two vampires.

ALSO (like Im pretty aware that I'm spilling out my 2023 opinion on a 2000s tv show and only watching the first 5 seasons, but that's all it is: a personal opinion, plus, I'm really enjoying the show) more LGBTQA+ please? More gays, more lesbians, more bisexual, trans, asexuals, and yes...I LOVE Lafayette, he's one of my favs. But c'mon, we're in the supernaturalish vampire world where they want to fuck everybody, and orgies, blood and murder and raw eroticism like...are you really telling me that there's barely nothing to none freaking LGBTQA+ couples, interests, scenes?

AND VERY IMPORTANT TOO: I need more werewolves for fuck sake, I love werewolves...I can't even understand how the fuck Sookie didn't fall for Alcide (like damn gurl, do you have EYES?). They're also pretty animalistic and rough in their own way and have a lot lof lore, they can add a lot too so don't be shy about it.

[nerdee-blondee]

can i interest y'all with a ramble for my rook while i build upon the LOF background that they gave us ? 🥺🥺

(certified yapping under the cut)

SO for Valeria, the Lords aren't a place that she initially wanted to end up; but when the seekers and templars stormed their way into the circle of dairsmuid and were killing mages, she was quickly shoved onto a LOF ship to escape the chaos to survive (changing her name to rook and all that).

now, years later, she's found a new home with the Lords and is rising up the ranks. she has a carefree attitude and cares deeply for every crew that she's with. she is very popular with other members of the Lords for her carefree attitude on the seas when issues arise. (and she has a knack for finding the best kinds of treasure in lost tombs and graves so other members like being on the same crew as someone who gets them the most loot LOL)

now where the background starts, this opportunity is a golden one. this "dangerous artifact" is her chance to possibly even becoming one of the top members of the Lords. also this is her first time as leader/captain of an expedition. anytime before when she was offered a leadership role, she always turned it down. she has never seen herself as a leader. she is comfortable in a supporting role and not having to make "the big decisions". but this Rivaini noble asked for her personally, so how could she refuse?

(now also, in my head, this ruin that they are excavating could be of course a lair of the Dreadwolf {because connections and symbolism and all that} when they first enter she'd probably make some snide comment about Fen'harel because of course she would LOL)

spirits were high has the expedition started. crew members were excited. and Valeria was feeling confident. until a few days in. there were whispers that the artifact that they were looking for was even more incredibly dangerous than they initially thought. and that the noble they were working for had other plans. but Valeria kept her team together and told them they had a job to finish. until they finally found the artifact. some of the elven members of her crew looked at it and theorized that in order to unlock its gifts and power, a bountiful blood sacrifice would need to be made. and most likely the crew were the intended sacrifices.

to say that Valeria was enraged, would be an understatement. something you should know about my girl is that she is one of the most chaotic good people you could probably meet. she could be a sarcastic and unserious asshole-ish type, but she has peoples best interest at heart and will defend the helpless no matter what. so realizing that her first expedition as leader was to lead her crew into a slaughter. not only will she be literally incensed and seeing red, but that would be a huge blow to the way she views herself as a leader (making her more reluctant to the title when VG comes around)

when she realizes this, Valeria's first goal is to secretly get her people out of that ruin. and when she does that she intends to have "a word with her superiors". and it goes as well as you'd expect. a lot of fighting ensues and probably venatori show up, and she takes them all down by herself. she is fueled by rage and betrayal frankly.

Valeria is not one for murder, she has killed before in defense but she never goes out of her way to end people's lives. this however was different. she slaughtered all the venatori. basically tore them apart with her magic (probably enhanced by her rage and hell maybe even being in Fen'harels temple). she was cruel in a way they probably didn't expect. and she enjoyed it. how dare they? now they will pay for this. and when she finally go to that corrupt Rivaini noble, she drew out his death

(like the picture shows) she drowned the noble slowly, and watched him sink slowly to the abyss without ever taking her eyes off him. after that, she probably unintentionally started unlocking its power with the bloodbath she just committed. she starts to sense the power she can have and she without hesitation she discards it. she crushes it or somehow destroys it and throws it into the abyss where the noble is in his watery grave. and with that she decides to also destroy the ruin she is in. so hopefully no one else is tempted to return.

this whole ordeal traumatizes Valeria. Yes, she saved her crew and they viewed her as a hero. But she uncovered a dark side to her self that she never knew she had. and when her superiors suggested that she step away from the Lords until tempers calmed down, she jumped at the chance.

and in VG when varric makes her the leader of the group, this group that is charged to save the world from not only a double blight but 2 once trapped and powerful elven gods: she is frankly, not thrilled.