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OC/s as Greek Deitiey/s, Flower Aesthetics and "How Does My OC's Story End?" Quiz

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Three OCs for each one of these, all coming from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters, An Old Ballad Of Chance And Ember Hearts and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. You can find the Quiz Here. Continue below the cut:

For the "OCs as Deities" I included OCs from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and An Old Ballad Of Chance And Ember Hearts. Rule and stuff below:

bold = applies, italics = somewhat applies, strike = does not apply

ARCHIBALD THANATOS (THE UNTITLEDVERSE [THE OMNISCIENT RULE SAGA])

EROS: • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub (less so than his brother, Osmund Thanatos) • has a tattoo they regret (and he was born with it) • sex & love therapist for their friends (less so than his niece, Willow Thanatos) • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie• milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy (he's the current Head Patriarch in the House of Thanatos, he hates this shit) • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

PAN: • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles (as one of the few Old God Houses left, by process of circumstantial elimination he is, but he doesn't necessarily enjoy being involved in the politics itself) • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony (key to being an (Old) God of Death) • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions (appropriate for the current God of Death) • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

IRIS: • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers •feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person •

PHILLIP (THE SILVER CHRONICLES AU [FAR CRY 5, FAR CRY NEW DAWN])

EROS: • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie• milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight �� red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown (more than the Voice does at least) • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

PAN: • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t (he's a New God but yeah Phillip isn't as all-knowing and selfless as he should be) • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance (but ignores the fact he's ignorant himself) • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions (appropriate for a New God) • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

DISCORD, THE MAD KIN OF CARNAGE (AN OLD BALLAD OF CHANCE AND EMBER HEARTS TRILOGY)

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs (these hugs kill) • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

IRIS: • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers •feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura (quite the opposite actually) • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person •

For OCs as Flower Aesthetics I chose OCs from The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Rules and stuff below:

Rules: bold what applies to your oc. italics if somewhat applies.

MERCY OMAR-SEED (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [FAR CRY NEW DAWN] ❀ Daisy: Wears their heart on their sleeve. Soft voice. Minimalistic clothing. Laying in a field of tall grass. Walking barefoot. Puts other people’s happiness above their own.

✿ Bellflower: Very consistent friend. Happy face with sad eyes. Careful touches. Hiding a blush. Light giggles. Makes friends easily. Knows how to make you smile.

❀ Bleeding Heart: Hopeless romantic. Still laughs at dirty jokes (tries to hide it). Believes they can change the world. Caring looks. Dyed hair. Kisses on the cheek.

❀ Protea: Proud. Big gestures. African heritage. Blushes easily. Tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. Content where they are. Doesn’t love easily, but always deeply (nah loves easily and very deeply).

✿ Moonflower: Knowing smiles. Doesn’t open up easily (just like her mothers). Late night. Tired eyes. Soft skin. Not as innocent as they seem (having Azriel as an older sister doesn't really give a chance for this). Loose clothing.

✿ Sunflower: Big smiles. Always looking for the positive (desperately, especially for Silva). Lots of friends. Warm afternoons. Basking in the sun. Stares off into space a lot. Sitting in comfortable silence.

❀ Dandelion: Wishing for the impossible. Shooting stars. Light breezes through their hair. White clothing. Whispered secrets. Far off looks. Kind eyes.

RICO (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

❀ Daisy: Wears their heart on their sleeve. Soft voice. Minimalistic clothing. Laying in a field of tall grass. Walking barefoot.Puts other people’s happiness above their own.

✿ Bellflower: Very consistent friend (Johnny got lucky). Happy face with sad eyes. Careful touches. Hiding a blush. Light giggles. Makes friends easily. Knows how to make you smile.

❀ Bleeding Heart: Hopeless romantic. Still laughs at dirty jokes. Believes they can change the world. Caring looks. Dyed hair. Kisses on the cheek.

❀ Protea: Proud. Big gestures. African heritage. Blushes easily. Tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. Content where they are (who the fuck wants to be in Night City?). Doesn’t love easily, but always deeply (V and Sydney are his favorites and misses Johnny).

✿ Moonflower: Knowing smiles. Doesn’t open up easily. Late night. Tired eyes. Soft skin. Not as innocent as they seem. Loose clothing.

✿ Sunflower: Big smiles. Always looking for the positive. Lots of friends. Warm afternoons. Basking in the sun. Stares off into space a lot. Sitting in comfortable silence.

❀ Dandelion: Wishing for the impossible. Shooting stars. Light breezes through their hair. White clothing. Whispered secrets. Far off looks. Kind eyes.

FINIDY MONA (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE [FALLOUT 2])

❀ Daisy: Wears their heart on their sleeve. Soft voice. Minimalistic clothing. Laying in a field of tall grass. Walking barefoot.Puts other people’s happiness above their own.

✿ Bellflower: Very consistent friend. Happy face with sad eyes. Careful touches. Hiding a blush. Light giggles. Makes friends easily. Knows how to make you smile.

❀ Bleeding Heart: Hopeless romantic. Still laughs at dirty jokes. Believes they can change the world. Caring looks. Dyed hair. Kisses on the cheek.

❀ Protea: Proud. Big gestures. African heritage. Blushes easily. Tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. Content where they are. Doesn’t love easily, but always deeply.

✿ Moonflower: Knowing smiles. Doesn’t open up easily. Late night. Tired eyes. Soft skin. Not as innocent as they seem. Loose clothing.

✿ Sunflower: Big smiles. Always looking for the positive. Lots of friends. Warm afternoons. Basking in the sun. Stares off into space a lot. Sitting in comfortable silence.

❀ Dandelion: Wishing for the impossible. Shooting stars. Light breezes through their hair. White clothing. Whispered secrets. Far off looks. Kind eyes.

Here are results for the "How does your OCs story end?" Quiz for OCs from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters. Results below:

JOAQUIN COBALT (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

In The Perfect Storm and The Omniscient Rule sagas, sure (and even then those aren't at the end of his story), but other than those Joaquin's story doesn't end with betrayal, rather on a lighter note.

SILVA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [FAR CRY 5, FAR CRY NEW DAWN])

No. After everything Silva goes through, that'd be too cruel. I've got plenty of other characters for that. Closest thing this relates to Silva is "questions unanswered" and "desires unfulfilled"; Silva doesn't get satisfying answers after the Collapse and the tragedies she experienced prior, and she mourns the normalcy she only got to live for such a sparse time before tragedy, the Apostles, Eden's Gate, the Congregation and the Collapse denied her that chance. But she does get a rather good ending, a happiness she deserves.

HAOYU ANABUKI (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

Haoyu's fate in the last installment of Life, Despair & Monsters is left ambiguous and up for interpretation and never answered, just like everyone else who remained with them. However, Haoyu is not left alone in the dire situation they had no choice but to run in to, nor do they plead or cry, just accept whatever result comes next (though begrudgingly given Haoyu does just want to live).

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kkaisarion · 1 year

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you in the moonlight

here, have some water!dew being a possessive little shit and rain being totally into it, for some reason. don't take relationship advice from this, kids. shoutout to @papaslittlesunshine for brainstorming lake sex ideas with me

rating: explicit pairing: water!dew/rain includes: dew being in denial, rain's first time, midnight lake hand job, minor tail sex, they're so in love it's gross word count: 2.4k

read on AO3 or below

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When Dewdrop finds out that Copia accidentally summoned a new water ghoul, he’s ready to throw hands. He’s been the only water ghoul at the abbey for so long, there’s no way he’s about to share his territory with whoever just showed up.

And, okay, he’s a little insecure. He’s big enough to admit that. But how could he not be? Dewdrop was summoned in an emergency when the last water ghoul suddenly left, and the older ghouls hadn’t been ready to welcome someone new. He had to fight for such a long time to prove himself before finally being accepted as part of the pack.

All of these thoughts swirl around in his head when he gets introduced to the new ghoul for the first time. Dewdrop immediately dislikes him—the ghoul is way too tall for his own good. Lanky, too. And his dumb wavy hair keeps falling into his face, hiding those bright blue eyes of his—

Anyway. The ghoul apparently doesn’t have a name yet, since he’s just been summoned. But everyone quickly grows to like him, endeared to his shy and quiet nature. Everyone except Dewdrop, that is, who can’t help but think that his demure personality is a front for something, too good to be true.

Over the next couple of weeks, Dewdrop begrudgingly spends time with the ghoul to help him practice his water powers. For some reason, the ghoul opens up to Dewdrop like he doesn’t with anyone else, talking about everything from his previous life in the pit to his anxieties about being in a new place. It’s all very weird—Dewdrop didn’t ask for this. For the ghoul to trust him in particular. For him to smile at Dewdrop like that. Not the small smile he gives everyone else, but a real one that lights up his face and makes his eyes crinkle in the corners.

The two of them are outside one day, standing by the lake. Dewdrop is half paying attention to what the ghoul is doing, idly watching the water ripple gently across the lake. All of a sudden, the sky cracks in half and rain starts to pour down, drenching them both to the bone in a matter of seconds.

“Not again,” the ghoul groans. His tail flicks irritably.

He’s been trying to take control of the lake, coaxing the water into making some sort of wave or whirlpool. But no matter what he does, it’s the clouds that respond instead, as if the droplets of water inside are inexorably drawn to him.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it eventually,” Dewdrop tells him. He means it in a condescending way, but his tone comes out more encouraging than he intended.

The ghoul tilts his head and gives him a small smile. Dewdrop must be imagining it, but the expression on his face looks almost fond.

“Does anyone ever call you ’Dew’?” the ghoul asks, seemingly out of nowhere.

He bristles. “What? No, never. I don’t like nicknames,” he says, a warning.

The ghoul plows ahead anyway. “Sure you don’t, Dew,” he grins.

Dewdrop’s eye twitches, and a growl starts up low in his throat. “Shut up, Rainy.”

To his surprise, the ghoul looks delighted. “Oh, that’s perfect!” he replies. Before Dewdrop can ask what he means, he turns around and bounds inside, leaving Dewdrop to stew by himself, growing colder and colder as the rain keeps pelting down around him.

When Dewdrop finally makes it back inside, he learns that the ghoul has told everyone to call him Rain.

“Not Rainy?” Dewdrop asks him.

“No, that’s special. Only you get to call me that,” Rain replies, as if it’s obvious.

Dewdrop can’t imagine why Rain would decide that. But the next time that Rain pokes at him by calling him “Dew,” he doesn’t push back.

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Before long, Dew runs into another problem. All of the other ghouls have liked Rain right from the beginning, but now they’re starting to like him a little too much. It gets annoying, walking into the living room and seeing Swiss cuddled up next to Rain on the couch, his arm draped over the water ghoul’s shoulders. Or waking up and stumbling into the kitchen for breakfast, only to find Mountain and Rain cooking together at the stove, Mountain touching Rain’s lower back whenever he shuffles around him.

After one too many times of this happening, Dew decides to take matters into his own hands. He starts interrupting whenever he sees Rain with someone else, telling Swiss that Aether has been looking everywhere for him, or complaining to Mountain that the earth ghoul forgot to clean up his mess in the kitchen earlier. To Dew’s satisfaction, his lies work, and he gets to spend more time alone with Rain.

But apparently Dew is less subtle than he thinks, because it doesn’t take long for Rain to catch on.

“Why do you keep telling people to leave? Do you want my attention that badly?” Rain confronts Dew, his usually endless reserve of patience wearing thin.

“Because!” Dew says loudly, not even trying to deny it. “You need to stop flirting with everyone,” he huffs, the words spilling out before he can control himself.

“Excuse me, what?” Rain scoffs in disbelief. This is the first time that Dew has seen him truly pissed.

“You heard what I said,” Dew hisses, vaguely aware that he sounds slightly insane. “You can’t just go around to everyone flaunting yourself like that.”

“Like what, exactly?” Rain demands. When Dew just shakes his head angrily, at a loss for words, Rain keeps going. “Why the hell do you care so much, anyway?”

“I’m just looking out for you,” Dew insists. “So that you don’t get a—a reputation,” he stumbles at the end, immediately regretting his words.

“Is that what you think of me,” Rain says flatly, his voice low. Dew’s chest tightens at the hurt look on his face.

“No—Rainy, wait—”

But before Dew can begin to apologize, Rain turns around and stalks off.

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The two of them don’t speak to each other for the rest of the day, which bothers Dew more than he’d like to admit. It also bothers him that he can’t figure out exactly why he’s so possessive over Rain. Why seeing him with someone else makes the heat rise in his body, prickling uncomfortably under his skin.

By the time night falls, Dew has grown tired of the same thoughts running through his mind, over and over again. Without really thinking about it, he finds himself leaving the abbey and wandering down the familiar path to the lake. He can’t help but smile when he turns a corner and catches a glimpse of the water, the moonlight reflecting off the calm surface. He knows just how good it’ll feel to jump in and sink all the way down to the bottom of the lake, letting the pressure of the water envelop him and chase all his worries away.

Dew reaches the dock and strips off his clothes, and is about to jump in when he hears footsteps behind him. He turns around to see Rain standing there—apparently he’s not the only one to have the bright idea of seeking comfort in the water.

“I got here first,” Dew blurts out, by way of greeting. He tries to ignore the fact that Rain has shown up completely naked, ready to swim. Typical water ghoul.

“C’mon Dew, you can’t just claim the entire place for yourself,” Rain sighs. He looks more amused than annoyed, despite their earlier conversation.

“Sure I can,” he shoots back, voice petulant.

“Bet.” Before Dew has time to react, Rain runs past him and dives headlong into the water.

Dew curses and gives chase, leaping into the lake after him with a loud splash. He holds himself still underwater, squinting into the dark and listening for any sign of where Rain might be, but the water is eerily quiet all around him.

A sudden movement flashes in the corner of his eye, and Dew barely has time to whip his head around before Rain barrels into him, knocking the breath right out of him. Dew recovers quickly enough and grabs hold of Rain, their limbs getting tangled together as they pull each other upward.

When they break the surface of the water, they keep grappling with each other for several moments, Rain squirming in Dew’s grasp. But then they both realize they’ve reached a stalemate, and they stop and stare at each other. Their faces are so close together that Dew can feel Rain’s warm breath panting against his skin.

Abruptly, Dew becomes hyperaware of their position. Of Rain pressed tightly against him, the lines of their bodies fitting together somehow perfectly. And the moonlight falling over Rain’s sharp cheekbones, and the graceful curve of his horns, and—

Oh.

Without thinking, Dew surges forward and presses his lips to Rain’s, hard. After a beat, Dew draws back to find Rain staring at him with wide eyes. Rain doesn’t move for a few seconds, long enough that Dew starts to panic. But then Rain leans in and kisses him back, and Dew can feel the curve of his smile against his lips.

“Finally,” Rain mutters in between kisses. Dew is so distracted by the feel of Rain all around him that the word doesn’t register at first.

Then Dew makes a small noise that sounds suspiciously close to a moan. “You—you’ve wanted this?”

“Since the beginning,” Rain whispers, and when Dew’s lips part in surprise, Rain takes advantage and slips his tongue into Dew’s mouth.

The slow slide of his tongue is cool against Dew’s, sending a thrill down Dew’s spine and straight to his cock. Dew bullies Rain against the dock and presses in closer to deepen the kiss, licking hungrily into Rain’s mouth. Then Dew sucks lightly on Rain’s tongue, and he responds with a breathy moan. The sound echoes in Dew’s ears, and he would do anything to keep drawing it out of Rain, over and over again.

When the two of them eventually part, a trail of saliva stretches between their kiss-swollen lips. Rain doesn’t miss the way that Dew’s eyes dart down to his neck, and tips back his chin the slightest amount in a show of submission. Dew lets out a growl and dips his head to mouth messily at Rain’s neck, dragging his tongue along his fluttering gills and licking at the scent gland at the base of his neck. Part of Dew’s brain is screaming at him to bite down and claim him right this moment, but he knows he has to wait and do it properly. To take his time and worship Rain like he deserves, to prove he’s worthy.

Rain’s hands roam across Dew’s body, featherlight and hesitant, never settling anywhere for long. When they finally come down to rest on Dew’s ass, Dew moans encouragingly and wraps his legs around Rain’s waist, bringing their hard cocks flush against each other. Rain’s hips buck forward automatically, but when Dew reaches for his cock, Rain’s body tenses.

“Oh,” Dew pauses. “You don’t want—”

“I do,” Rain says hurriedly, putting his hand over Dew’s to keep it in place. “Just, I haven’t—I haven’t had sex before. Not up on the surface, at least.”

“But I thought—you and the others—” Dew says haltingly, confused.

Rain shakes his head. “I never actually did anything with them…I was waiting for you.”

“Fuck, Rainy,” Dew groans and leans forward, pressing their foreheads together. “You can’t just say things like that.”

Dew kisses Rain gentler than before, and this time, when he goes to wrap his hand around both of their cocks, Rain sighs softly and tightens his hold on Dew, pulling him impossibly closer. Dew starts jerking them off steadily, rubbing his thumb over the slit of Rain’s cock and along the sensitive spot underneath the head. But then Rain closes his larger hand over Dew’s to adjust the pace, making him move in long, slow pulls that feel like not enough and too much all at once.

So instead, Dew focuses his attention on the rest of Rain’s body. He strokes the spade of his tail up and down Rain’s sides, tracing the ridges of his gills. His free hand comes up to knead his chest and rub at his nipples, already hard from being in the cool water. Then, at the exact same moment, he tugs on Rain’s nipple and slides the very tip of his tail inside one of his gills, making Rain let out a sharp cry.

“Good?” Dew asks, even though the answer is obvious.

“Hnngh,” Rain manages, his head falling against Dew’s shoulder. “More, Dew, please.”

Dew fucks his tail shallowly in and out of Rain’s slit, feeling it grow slicker with every thrust. Rain keeps making the sweetest little moans, and Dew makes a mental note to use his tongue next time, to see what other noises he can pull out of him.

Before long, Rain is rutting up against Dew uncontrollably, chasing his release. He pulls back to look at Dew, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I’m close already—fuck—” he cuts off when Dew gives a particular flick of his wrist around his cock.

Dew nuzzles into Rain’s neck. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I want to see you cum,” he tells him, the term of endearment accidentally slipping out. But Rain just keeps whimpering and trembling in Dew’s arms, trying to hold on. Suddenly desperate to make Rain cum, Dew grazes his teeth along the soft skin of his neck.

“Gonna mark you here someday,” Dew promises. “Gonna make you mine.” He digs his teeth in lightly, the barest hint of a bite, and Rain falls over the edge. The moans spilling out of Rain’s mouth are too much to handle, and it only takes a few more strokes before Dew is cumming too, his hips jerking with every pulse.

When Dew’s eyes finally slide back into focus, Rain is looking at him with a coy smile. “You think that I’ll let you claim me?” Rain teases, although the soft adoration in his eyes makes the challenge far from serious.

“I know you will,” Dew counters with a huff, holding Rain close.

“You’ll have to romance me first. Make everything up to me.”

“Yeah,” Dew murmurs. “Whatever you want, Rainy. I’m yours.”

#kai writes #raindrop #water!dew #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #rain x dew #rain/dew #rain x dewdrop #rain/dewdrop #i swear these ship tags will be the death of me #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

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violettduchess · 1 year

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Miss 100% of the shots you don't take - so how about Sariel for an afterglow fic, please?

A/N: well @pathogenic anyone who quotes Wayne Gretzky is ok in my book. I hope you enjoy your fic 💜

Sariel x f! Reader

Word Count: 560

The cold water you splash on your face is bracing and at the same time soothing to your sunrise-pink cheeks. Your heart is slowing from its furious pace, a wild bird having chased the clouds, before finally settling back into the nest of your chest. Your lungs measure out your breaths evenly, ironing out the erratic gasps that only a short while ago fell from your lips. You smooth back your disheveled hair as best you can and then with a sigh, a sound of satisfaction twined with exhaustion, you leave the tiled bathroom, closing the door behind you.

He’s waiting for you, a twilight smile on his beautiful lips. Sariel Noir is many things but right now, the only word that comes to mind is beautiful. The pale expanse of his skin, a sharp contrast to the deep indigo pillows he’s leaning against. His hair in wild disarray, evidence of the pleasure your fingers found curling into those soft, onyx strands.

The sight of him has you pause, physically unable to take another step as you lean back against the bathroom door, your hand pressed against the sudden, rapid wingbeat of your heart, that part of you that he owns fully, that he can influence with a whispered word, a touch, a flash of his violet eyes. He is exquisite like this, out of his staid clothing, unwrapped by your own eager hands. His glasses abandoned on the nightstand, barely visible in the dance of shadows conducted by fingers of moonlight that have slipped through the arched window.

Not a word is necessary. All he does is lift his arms and you are drawn to him, happily, joyously. You push off from the door like a ship from the harbor, sailing across the room, swan-diving onto his plush bed, into his waiting embrace. His laughter sparks light within your soul, the sound twinkling across your bare skin. He pulls you against him, making sure to draw the satin sheets across both your unclothed bodies, always taking care of you. Always aware of what you need.

“And? Have you recovered from my appetite for you?”

That voice, deep as midnight, beguiling as starshine. If you could wrap yourself in it, you would be warm forever.

You open your mouth to answer and instead of words, a yawn slips out, both surprising you and answering his question.

He laughs again, the melody of it light with a tenderness no one would believe the palace devil capable of and you smile as you move closer, bringing an arm around his midriff, laying your cheek against his chest.

“Rest then, my love,” he murmurs. “I’ll be here.”

His hand begins to gently stroke your hair and each caress feels like it's sinking into your body. A satisfied heaviness fills you as your eyes slowly shut, your mind drifting into the peaceful eventide of dreams.

“I love you, Sariel.” Your whisper is almost a dream itself, serenity coloring your words lavender and gray. Did he even hear them?

His hand stills on the back of your head, his body bends as he leans down to place a loving kiss to your forehead. He’s heard you. And he loves you too. More than he can say.

So he doesn’t even try. He simply holds you against him, his love, his soul, and watches through an amethyst gaze soft with emotion as you fall asleep.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart @bubblexly

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saras-devotionals · 22 days

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Quiet Time 9/2

What am I feeling today?

I’m feeling overwhelmed and troubled but I know I can continue asking God for His wisdom and strength to be with me through this time especially in terms of doing His will for my life. Also, I had gone on a date a couple days ago and I found myself to really like him. I have a history of letting my emotions lead me and cloud my judgement and I don’t want a repeat of last year. I thought I had learned my lesson and want to operate in these feelings in a wise manner and will soon seek advice to make sure I’m grounded in the truth and not operating under delusion.

Bible Plan: Rethinking Love And Romance

What comes to mind when you think about romantic love? A bouquet of red roses? Physical attraction? Dancing in the moonlight or sharing a candlelit dinner?

Maybe romantic love means being so strongly drawn to another person that you cannot imagine a life without them. Or maybe romantic love is about finding your soulmate or “the one”—the person who “completes you,” as Jerry Maguire put it. But is that the essence of real love or just part of it?

Does truly loving another person mean we will experience a sense of excitement similar to discovering a treasure, a sense that I've found something deeply valuable for me? Or is real love about something different, something more?

The concept of romantic love as we understand it today isn’t directly addressed in the Bible, partly because the authors wrote and compiled it long before the Romantic era. We do have some racy love poetry in Song of Songs, and we have stories about loving relationships and marriages between people. But we don’t see relationships that look like modern dating—no boyfriends and girlfriends, no partners (in the way we think of romantic partners today), and no diamond rings and elaborate marriage proposals.

So what can we learn about romantic love from the Bible?

Let’s consider three stories of loving relationships in the Bible that will help us get to the heart of romantic love—not the popular expectations surrounding modern romance, but the essence of true love.

But before we do, let’s first explore the ways the biblical authors use the word “love” (ahavah), and how they depict God as the ultimate source and goal of all human love.

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Jeremiah 31:3 NIV

“The Lord appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.”

The greatest command that Jesus stated in the Bible is for us to love God with all our heart, mind, and soul. How can we begin to love Him in that way without first realizing how He loves us? Take this scripture: everlasting love, unfailing kindness. Let those words soak in - He will never fail us, He will love us forever. This is powerful! And it’s important to keep in mind as we love Him.

Leviticus 19:18 NIV

““ ‘Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone among your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord.”

Oh this is so timely! There’s a brother in the church I’ve been having issues with and I had to work through forgiving him and trying to treat him with love as I would anyone else in the kingdom. It’s been proving a bit difficult for me but I do want us to reconcile. I need to keep these words on my heart: don’t bear a grudge - LOVE just as the Lord commands. I will aim to have a conversation with him this Wednesday and Lord willing I will have the confidence and proper words to discuss with him and put aside our past issues.🙏🏼

Deuteronomy 10:12-13 NIV

“And now, Israel, what does the Lord your God ask of you but to fear the Lord your God, to walk in obedience to him, to love him, to serve the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul, and to observe the Lord’s commands and decrees that I am giving you today for your own good?”

This is really all we’re called to do. It’s quite simple (although, incredibly difficult). Satan does not want it to be easy for us to obey, love, and serve. In fact, he is truly working against us because he holds absolutely no love for us. In comparison to our Father, He loves us so dearly and wants what’s best for us which is why we have these commands in the first place♥️

1 John 4:18-21 NIV

“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. We love because he first loved us. Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.”

TIMELY AND POWERFUL! I love 1 John 4 so much and it’s a powerful reminder of God’s love for us and how we are able to love because He loved us first. However, as mentioned before, there’s a issue I have with a brother and neither of us are showing love to each other in the way we should. Additionally, he makes me fearful, I avoid him due to past hurt and held bitterness in my heart towards him and I don’t want that. I want us to be resolved but I can only do so much as relationships are a two way street. I pray that we are able to talk and get past all of this so that we can further be secure in God’s love and express it to everyone we encounter!🙏🏼♥️

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corduroyserpent · 1 year

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

@naamah-beherit tagged anyone who wanted to do it and i figured what the heck? might as well 💕

1. in pursuit of warmth

Tianlang-jun is looking at him with a single eyebrow raised. The grace in his posture alone, the way he tilts his head and skin crinkles at the corners of his eyes…it’s mesmerizing to Zhuzhi-lang. Standing up straight already seems like such a feat. With heavy muscles and so many bones crammed beneath fragile skin, moving any small part of one’s body appears as an insurmountable task. And Tianlang-jun lifts the corners of his lips like it is the easiest thing in the world. Zhuzhi-lang can’t do any of that yet. But he has been given the chance to learn.

A Zhuzhi-lang introspective that begins when he's found by Tianlang-jun and follows his POV through the events of the novel.

2. as below, so above

“San Lang,” Xie Lian whispers while he lays his head on Hua Cheng’s shoulder, breath settling as sweat and spend still cools on their bodies. “Can I ask you something?” “Of course.” "Who did you ascend as?"

Before Hua Cheng was a ghost, he was a human. Before he was a king, he was a god. When Xie Lian grows curious about Hua Cheng’s brief foray into godhood, Hua Cheng offers up the idea of a playful guessing game with the promise of a special reward should Xie Lian figure out the type of god he might have been.

3. resilient flower; ascending flame (and other things that can survive burning)

Hope and fear intermingle in Xie Lian’s chest. His lips part once, twice. And then: “Wu Ming?” The young god lifts his head like a flower towards the sun. His single dark eye—hazy with pain—focuses on Xie Lian’s face. “Your Highness,” he says softly. Light spills through the cracks of his fingers, essence of divinity in place of the blood a ghost can no longer bleed.

Xie Lian doesn’t get kicked out of the heavens after his second ascension. Because of this, he is there to witness a nameless little ghost ascend. A canon-divergent WuLian AU.

4. When I Was Older

“Where would you like to go, Your Highness?” “The Palace of Yong’an,” Xie Lian stated with fierce destructive purpose. Xie Lian came to with a gasp, eyes flying open to the view of an unfamiliar ceiling. There was a pressure building within his skull, clouding his mind and making it difficult to grasp any singular thought long enough to pull it from the thick fog. All he could recall was… A broken down temple. A persistent ghost. A rage too potent to dare describe.

When Book4!Xie Lian and his post-canon counterpart mysteriously swap bodies, the two of them must figure out a way to switch back while dealing with the shock of their sudden displacement. With the help of their respective versions of Hua Cheng, and a couple of unlikely allies, will they manage to get home safely? Or will their past be a detriment to their future?

Featuring such hits as: Book 4!Xie Lian falling in love with his future husband, Wu Ming love hours, and Jun Wu third wheeling! Also pain. This one hurts, folks.

5. In Shadow of the Sun

Zhuzhi-lang presses himself lower. Twigs and rocks dig into the sensitive skin of his stomach but he pays the uncomfortable sensation no mind. He shuffles back to avoid the possibility of being seen. His efforts are in vain – the crisp snap of a thin branch below him cuts through the moisture laden night. The boy turns, his movement abrupt. His hand cups the hilt of the sword at his hip. He’s already drawn it out with a slight metallic click when his deep black eyes meet Zhuzhi-lang’s muddy-yellow slitted ones. Time seems to slow as the two of them regard each other. And then moonlight glints off the boy’s sword.

The altercation in Luzhi Cave is not the first time Gongyi Xiao has met the snake man of Bailu Forest and it will not be the last. A canon-divergent AU.

and i will be tagging anyone who wants to participate as well! rec your works! let me see them!!

#only picking finished fics bc we all know what number 1 would be otherwise 💚#tag game #my writing

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lexa-griffins · 7 months

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First Line Game

Tagged by: @bottom-lexa @dysco-lymonade

rules: don't reblog the first one, make a new post! look at the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any!

Slytherin Chronicles #6:

“You know, it’s beautiful outside, you don’t have to spend your days cocooned in here.”

Lexa doesn’t tear her eyes from the book opened in front of her, “Anya, I’m studying.”

Does Your Mother Know That You're Out?:

“You’re doing great progress on those weights, honestly! If I didn’t know you just started lifting a couple of months ago, I’d think you’d have been at it for years!”

Melting Inside Loving Fires:

“Mom! Did you find them?”

Buried in the middle of her once nicely folded laundry, Lexa sighs once the yell reaches her from the next room over. She throws another basket on top of her bed, cringing at the thought of having to fold it all again later but when she stares at her side table alarm and sees the clock ticking, warning her of seven-forty rapidly approaching, she cannot be bothered to be careful with it anymore.

Lazy Kiss: Bed on a saturday late morning is what Clarke would classify as heaven on earth. The freshly washed cotton sheets, the laziness of the warm midday sun entering through the curtains, the smell of lavender on her pillow that can be traced to the naked body draped over her sleeping arm, light snores her wife insists she is incapable of producing. Heaven. Home.

Amor Mortis: Darkness engulfs her. It seems to pay no mind to the open window lining the whole of her wall of her bedroom, ignoring so completely the drawn curtains where moonlight should pass through and illuminate her entire being, instead making itself scarce.

To Birth a Queendom: Destiny is a complex thing. There is much intricacy to it; it is not linear nor is it permanent. It can be changed, molded, severed without mercy, abruptly replaced with another and one must simply adapt when it does, quickly, must it not leave one without destiny at all.

The Act of Falling in Love: They are betrothed to one another at age fifteen. Neither laments it.

Morning Workout:

“Enjoying the show?”

She is. Undeniably so.

Pumpkin Spice Craving: It’s late at night. Or early in the morning if Lexa felt like pretending she’s awake early instead of late. It’s dreadfully cold outside, autumn settling in harsher this year, windy grey mornings with rainy and freezing afternoons that extend through the night, the work around their tiny farm rushed in the early hours of the day so they can enjoy a cozy afternoon inside by the fire. Lexa enjoys it, a step up from the scalding hot summer that had just passed and that left her uncomfortable and sweaty every second of the day.

Strike at Witching Hour: There’s something here. Something evil.

Tagging: @heda-in-the-clouds @lg-wifey4lifey @vmplvr1977 @blu3haw4 :)

#ignoreme.jpg #my writing #i guers i am either very pompous or very simplistic 😅#i dont really see a pattern tho

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cinnamonnala · 1 year

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ArtFight 2023

Pretty much anyone I could find who has a tumbler I attacked is getting yeeted here 💜

Up first we have @moki-the-lettuce with this lil bab 💜

Next we have @maddyfairyqueen look at this funky boi 👀

Here’s a lil hollow bab! Precious bean @severallizards

GOAT BABY GOAR BABY 💜💜💜 This sweet bab belongs to @zirkkun

I haven’t drawn a feral cat in a while but I really like this one, look at that tummy 💜 precious bab @hedgeartzone

Another cutie from @maddyfairyqueen but this time, Tis a bun 👀

I’m still sobbing @moonlight-404 and @fluff-cloud-fc

Tiny cuties tiny cuties tiny cuties tiny cu- @sugaloveloaf

Is that a bab I see 👀 @fluff-cloud-fc

Yuki bab Yuki bab 👀 Love the colors, that teal is just MWAH @yukiphobia24

Just a funky lil bab 💜 @cool-blue

He’s so silly, he doesn’t even know it’s a prank! @enigmaticcattic

SHEEP SHEEP SHEEP I LOVE SHEEP @kingpizzachan

Just a sassy gal 💜 we need more sass in our lives @strawbekka

Okay but the hair and the glasses and the beanie and the jacket? Can I steal your fashion sense please? @shandzii

Aaaand that’s everyone I could find a tumbler for! Though I did plenty more attacks than just these and I’ll be at it again next year >:)

#digital art #art #oc #nala art #artfight 2023 #team werewolf #some mutuals #dca #dca oc #dca au #dca eclipse #dca moon

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littleperilstories · 1 year

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The Prince of Thieves: Life Is Made Up of Meetings and Partings

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Warnings: Physical injury, man assaulting a woman, man intimidating a woman, angst, kidnapping

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Life Is Made Up of Meetings and Partings

Teaser: Don’t, I want to say. Don’t go. Stay with me. I haven’t seen or heard any kind of response since sending my note to Constable Hatchett into the prison, but I’m well aware that every night I spend with Geoff could be the last. I don’t want anything to interrupt our time together until the thing interrupts our time together.

Jamie

We are startled awake by the sound of screaming.

“Please, please, someone, help me!”

Not just screaming—shrieking. And banging. Banging on the door. (Well, not ours, exactly, but the door of the cabin we’re borrowing. Semantics.) Geoff is upright and alert in an instant, eyes wide and muscles rigid. I can read the alarm on his face even in the dark.

Don’t, I want to say. Don’t go. Stay with me. I haven’t seen or heard any kind of response since sending my note to Constable Hatchett, but I’m well aware that every night I spend with Geoff could be the last. I don’t want anything to interrupt our time together until the thing interrupts our time together.

I keep the sleepy, selfish plea to myself. Someone is screaming. Someone is scared. Someone needs help.

Geoff beats me to getting dressed, flinging his nearest shirt and trousers on and not bothering with any of the buttons, but I’m not far behind. Now that I’m awake, I can register the sound with a little more lucidity as another cry rips through the air—a girl, from the sound of it. Shrill. Terrified.

“Please, anyone, pl—”

Her words scramble into a shriek and then fall silent.

Geoff’s eyes spark, and he is out the door before I can even remind him not to let his trousers fall down, and more importantly, not to die.

I make it out into the frigid night, lit only by dim moonlight struggling to leak through fast-moving clouds, in time to see Geoff tackle the girl’s assailant to the ground. The sight would make me chuckle if it weren’t so entirely fucked up.

The girl crawls backwards, away from the fight, heading right toward me though she obviously doesn’t realize it. As Geoff knocks the other bastard out cold, I pull the girl to her feet.

Her screaming turns ear-splitting.

I clap my hand over her mouth, which is absolutely the wrong thing to do right now, but if she doesn’t shut the fuck up, the entire constabulary is going to come running in all the way from town just to find out what the hell is wrong with her.

“Hey!” I try to plead with her as she tries to thrash out of my grip. When teeth graze my skin, I yank my hand away. “Listen! I’m not gonna—”

She aims a kick toward a particularly sensitive region of my body, and if I want to protect it, I have no goddamn choice but to let her go.

“Don’t touch me!”

“I’m not—” I start to defend myself, but there’s no point; she’s already running. Or rather, I realize, squinting through the dark, she’s stumbling, more like.

Barefoot. Fucking barefoot.

I’m about to yell for Geoff’s help, but he’s already on it, and he sweeps in, catching her easily.

“Please stop screaming!” I beg. She has no chance of escaping Geoff’s hold—no one does—and she seems to realize it, because she’s still shrieking. “For fuck’s sake! Listen! No one’s going to hurt you!”

Oh my god, I would love to stop yelling at her, but I don’t know how else she’s going to fucking hear anything I say.

“He’s out,” Geoff says to her. My eyes are drawn to his bloody knuckles. Come morning, they will be bruised and scabbed to all hell. “Can’t hurt you.”

Her cry gutters and fades.

“I swear,” I say, holding up my hands, hoping she can discern the movement in the dark. “We swear. You’re safe.”

Geoff releases her arms, and she begins to gasp, pressing her hands to her mouth, unable to stifle shuddering sobs.

Fuck. I don’t know how to deal with this. Where is Colette when I need her?

“Come inside.” Geoff points toward the cabin. “It’s warmer.” He, too, must have noticed her bare feet and strange, too-big coat.

I step back into the cabin and head for the nearest lamp. My hands are shaking when I try to light it. Where the hell did she come from and what the hell is going on?

The fire, I think tiredly, will need some fuel and quite a lot of stoking to bring it back to life. I doubt she’ll want to be in here with us in the cold and dark.

She. A girl. Some strange girl.

God fucking damn it, this is the last goddamn thing I needed.

“You’re all right,” Geoff says, leading her inside. “I’ll deal with him.”

“Is he d…”

I don’t have to look. I can tell he’s shaking his head in response. A few moments later, he’s gone again—back outside to deal with whoever was trying to kill her.

The lamp sizzles slightly and flares to life at last, throwing a yellow glow across the room, and when it illuminates the girl we’ve pulled in from the cold, I freeze.

Her face—it’s bruised and covered in cuts. Like someone took a knife to it, carving into her skin slice by slice.

The girl looks back at me, and she claps a hand to her mouth.

“What?” I glance around in alarm. What could she possibly be distraught over now? All I can tell is that her eyes are fixed squarely on my face.

“It can’t be,” she chokes, new tears streaming down her cheeks.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Am I supposed to know how to handle this, or what that’s supposed to mean?

“You look just like him,” she says, and then she’s swaying on her feet. I’m too slow to catch that she’s about to fall, and her knees hit the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, burying her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I—”

I have absolutely no idea what the girl is going through right now, or what she went through before to leave her looking like this, but I am confident I am not going to be able to help her with it.

Still, I inch closer, not sure how quickly I should approach, or if I should at all. “I’m going to get the fire going, all right? You can warm up. I’ll find you something to eat. All… All right?” I can’t think of anything else to say.

All I get in answer is a heaving sob.

Geoff pokes his head inside, giving me a look that can only be interpreted as, What the hell did you do?

“Nothing,” I mouth from the fire.

He sighs, reaches in to grab something, and disappears again.

I should ask him what he’s doing with the unconscious fucker outside, but I have enough to deal with in here at the moment. Once the kindling and what’s left of the old log have caught flame again, I lay a fresh one to keep the fire going and turn back to the girl.

She’s watching me with wide eyes—less frightened now, but full of something different I can’t place.

What is it you need? is on the tip of my tongue, but she speaks first.

“You’re him.”

Cold dread settles over my entire body at the ominous implication of these words. “What?”

“You’re him,” she repeats. I wonder—hope—if perhaps she is drunk, or severely exhausted, or perhaps got hit in the head when that man was attacking her.

“I’m who?”

“J—”

The very first sound in my name sends me stumbling backwards. What the fuck? How could she possibly know my name?

“James,” she repeats. “Aren’t you?”

I can’t answer over the roaring in my ears.

“You’re Will’s brother.” Her face crumples. “You look…”

You look just like him, she said.

Now that the room is brighter, the firelight throws her strange coat into sharp relief, and I realize why it looks so odd on her. A man’s jacket, not meant for warmth, but part of a uniform.

A uniform.

“How do you know him?” My breath is fighting to get out of my chest. She said his name, his real name. Not Fox. “How—”

The door slams as Geoff returns and closes the door against the chilly night, blissfully unaware of the mess we’re in for about a breath before he notices the look on my face. Immediately, he tenses and turns to scrutinize her.

Surely seeing the suspicion in both of us, she flinches, and I brace myself for more tears and more screaming.

Instead, she rolls up her sleeve and flashes her forearm. For a second, my eyes are drawn to the wicked bruising around her wrist, obviously left behind by too-tight shackles. Then I see what she’s really displaying: the IA sigil. The tree, the roots, and the ring stare up at us from her skin.

An unspoken promise that she means us no harm. That she’s one of us.

A girl, one of our runners, bruised and beaten and maybe even tortured, wearing an obviously stolen uniform, who knows my name and Will’s when she absolutely should not.

“Who are you?” I ask. My legs feel wobbly, but I force myself to step toward her even though all I want to do is collapse. “Where did you come from? How could you possibly—”

“I’m Bree,” she whispers. “I was in…” She swallows hard. “I was in jail. I ran, and I made it out.”

Geoff whistles softly, either because he’s impressed or disbelieving, but he doesn’t say which.

“You were in jail,” I repeat. “You escaped.”

With trembling hands, she tugs the sleeve of her stolen jacket back down so it falls to her fingertips. “It was supposed to be both of us.” Her voice cracks. “He was supposed to make it out, too.”

Noise is rushing in my ears, too loud for me to comprehend much. When Geoff speaks, it’s as if he’s calling to her from a great distance. I can barely hear or understand.

“Who is he?”

“Will—”

“That man.”

New fear crosses her face; I’m still lost in an orbit of panic. Her lips move, but I don’t hear what name she gives.

Geoff does, though. “What?”

I blink. Force myself to return fully. Force myself to wade through the flood of questions I desperately need to ask this girl. “Who?”

“Baden Hatchett.”

For a moment, silence.

I cross the room to grab Geoff’s arm. “What did we do with him?”

“Tied him up and left him in the shed.”

“Fucking fuck,” I whisper.

We’ve attacked and kidnapped the fucking constable himself.

“Who else is out there?” I try to ignore the growing aches in my head and chest. “There’s no way the others aren’t looking for him.”

“He was alone.”

The very idea is so ludicrous, I can only laugh. There’s no way Constable Baden Hatchett would possibly run into the woods chasing some girl all by himself. “No.” I exchange a glance with Geoff, and he looks just as unconvinced. “That can’t be right. There’s no way he came without backup.”

“I’m serious!” Panic sizzles in her gaze, and she backs up even more. “I swear! Do you really think I could fucking run from the whole lot of them?”

It strikes me then—she’s afraid. Not of the bastard outside, but of me. Of whatever she thinks I’ll do to her if I don’t believe what she says.

What am I doing?

What have I become? Someone who torments a terrified and injured girl after looking her in the eye and promising not to hurt her? Someone who lets anger, bitterness, and regret dictate his decisions instead of logic or reason? Someone who is cruel? Suspicious? Intimidating? Irrational?

Whatever she wants to say collapses into silent, shaking sobs.

I draw a long breath, and she lifts her head to glare at both of us, as if to say, I fucking dare you to even try to touch me. I raise my hands in surrender. “I believe you.”

Her glistening eyes flick to Geoff, and though he still doesn’t say anything, he puts up his hands, too.

She slides downwards, one hand still dragging against the wall, until she reaches the floor again.

“I made a deal to save your stupid brother’s life,” she whispers. Her knuckles turn white as her hands curl into fists. “To save his dumb ass from dying, and it was for fucking nothing. We were supposed to escape together. Together. And he stopped running.”

When the silence hits in the wake of her words, it hurts.

“I did not,” she says, her voice tremulous, “lead Hatchett here on purpose. I didn’t—I didn’t know you were—” She brandishes her arm again. “IA saved my life. Will saved my life. I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t—”

I don’t know where to fucking start with everything that has just happened and everything she just said. Half of it doesn’t even make much sense. But I have to say something.

“It’s all right.” It’s not, but maybe if I say it aloud, it’ll become a little bit true. “We’ll—We believe you. You’re safe here. And we’ll figure something out.”

Once again, I look to Geoff. He’s got his mask of calm on, hiding what I can tell is probably a boatload of dread. He nods, like he approves of what I said, like maybe he believes it, even if I don’t.

I draw a long breath, waiting for my heart to stop racing.

She was with Will. He saved her life. He gave up—or lost—his chance to escape. Constable Baden Hatchett himself chased her alone into the woods. Now he’s tied up in the rickety shed meant for hunters’ carcasses.

And I am in so much more trouble than I was before.

Geoff rubs his face, heaves a sigh, then heads toward the fire. Even before he speaks, I know exactly what he’s going to say.

“Well. Guess I’ll make some tea.”

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Tagging: @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @gala1981, @kixngiggles .

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==L A N D F A L L // PT. 1==

Gentle waves pushed themselves onto the sandy beach, growing slightly larger as the storm pressed in. There wasn’t a living thing on earth that could see the eye of a serpent, pressing down through the clouds. The gaze was heavy with rapt curiosity.

But to everyone else, there were clouds in the sky and nothing more.

In the month of her residency at Lux, the community had never been this busy. The new and freshly settled apartments were abandoned as Shadows and their families abandoned them for the barracks hidden in the mountain beneath Moonlight Palace. The businesses that had only just opened had closed at unadvertised hours. The security crew brought their undivided attention to the shore, and Jasmine had invested too much of herself to not see what masked horror approached from the sea.

For someone who, by very definition, was a prisoner, Jasmine would have shaken herself free from her apartment, her cell, to meet the approaching vessel. But she didn’t need to. She was ordered released. And Savannah, ever her dutiful handler and loyal friend, drove her to the beach. Together, they were the first of the security forces on site, with Deborah having arrived not long after.

“I assume the Director and Eleanor are on the plane back by now.” Deborah hung up the phone. “Whatever this is, we’re facing it ourselves.” An organized wave of security officers began to file in, quickly setting up a defense wall and placing themselves between their home, and the yacht.

Warrick was the last to arrive, true to the image he’d drawn of himself as of late. His gaze drew squarely into Jasmine’s presence and he scowled to Deborah. “Get this prisoner back to her cell immediately!” he barked.

“Excuse me??” Deborah shot back.

“This is a major security breach! The inmate must remain in her quarters until the all-clear is given. And since this is my scene, and I haven’t given the all clear, I want her confined and out of my sight–”

“Actually, It’s my scene,” Savannah replied flatly. “You’ve been implemented in an assault case and removed from your role, pending further review. The Director and Eleanor have named me your replacement, and I need Jasmine here since SHE was the one who detected the vessel in the first place. Also, she has studied these incidents more than anyone. I need her expertise.”

Warrick stared down Jasmine and Savannah, the two young women who dared remove him from his position.

“I need you either behind the line, or in the barracks. You’re crowding me and my partner.”

Outplayed, Warrick could only wince.

“Jazzy!” Jasmine’s head whipped away from the shore to find BK, breaking free from her security detail to meet her on the boardwalk. She fell into Jasmine’s arms.

“What…”

“I told you I’d be here,” BK told her.

Warrick’s features twisted into bitter disgust. “So she’s allowed to be here? You’d rather have two inmates on the scene over me?”

“Were it not for Brooklyn’s intervention, Jasmine would not have confirmed the vessel and we wouldn’t be here in the first place,” Savannah replied flatly. “Besides, who do you think implicated you?”

Warrick’s resistance left him.

“Behind the perimeter, Mr. Warrick,” Savannah ordered.

Reluctantly, he conceded the scene to Officer Savannah Morrison and moved behind the security line.

“You two,” Savannah called to Jasmine and BK. “Eyes forward.”

Jasmine pulled away and faced the shoreline. The object she detected made itself known as an ornate yacht, sailing slowly toward the beach. She looked for a long time as it came closer and closer, growing larger and larger in her view.

Together with Savannah and BK, Jasmine joined the security line, standing behind armed officers ready to defend their home.

It took about forty minutes or so for the yacht to finally run aground. The shore was quiet with expectancy. Jasmine could barely hear the waves on the shore over her thudding heart. But through the sound of her nerves, frayed at the ends, she could hear a door opening on the yacht. A girl, much younger and much more nervous than Jasmine was herself, marched to the bow of the yacht. She was dressed sharply in white and read formal wear, adorned with a large pin that reflected the scattered sunlight with ease.

The young girl on the ship was flanked by another, dressed in hooded garb. Her violet eyes scanned the beach, and the security line formed by dozens of Shadows. Her caution was expertly contained contained.

The hooded girl looked skyward, and thunder rolled.

Jasmine’s attention was pulled to the sound of heavy boot steps on the boat. A third figure approached the bow of the boat. Older, strong, distinct. A woman bound in leather wrappings and silver jewelry, her hair a collection of long, cascading dreadlocks.

It was she who spoke first. “Peace be unto you.”

As her older companion spoke, the girl in white peered nervously over the railing, with a smile.

Before Savannah or BK could reach out to stop her, Jasmine broke the line and cautiously stepped out onto the beach, approaching the yacht at a snail’s pace. Savannah rushed onto the beach to put herself between the yacht and Jasmine. “This is a private beach. Wherever it is you’re sailing for, it isn’t here. We must ask you to leave–”

“You are The Weaving Shadows,” replied the older woman. “Are you not?”

Somehow, the stale, uncertain quiet on the beach only grew.

“I am confident we are where we need to be.” The woman concluded.

The woman conceded the tip of the bow to the girl in white. Nervously, the girl looked at the line of security officers, their weapons trained on her and her traveling comrades. She swallowed thickly and steeled herself. “We apologize for our unannounced arrival. We come at the request of The Queen Saint Skylar Stabat. She extends her greetings.”

This moment where gifts turned into conversation was a long time coming, but the groundwork was already laid. The truth wasn’t as difficult to wrestle with as Savannah and Jasmine originally surmised. Through their continued gifts, The Shadows came to know Sieri Lycar, even if their interactions had been confusing at times. Jasmine had cataloged much of the paintings, statues, and armors that washed up on the shore, and through the sum of that study, she recognized all three of the yacht’s passengers from the artworks.

Jasmine called to the girl in white “Can I assume you to be the Ambassador? Enid?”

The girl could barely contain her relief. “Yes! I am Enid Cassian, Ambassador to Her Grace the Queen.”

Jasmine glanced at Enid’s companions. “If I had to guess, that other girl is Hannah Holt, right? And the woman you travel with is Abidalla.”

More relief washed over Enid. “I’m glad introductions can be simple things. So much of this is complicated…we’re hoping that we can uncomplicate things for the sake of Her Grace and your Director. We hope that this meeting can be the precursor to their eventual meeting, and before long, a fruitful partnership.”

Savannah yielded to Jasmine’s knowledge of the paintings. For now, she accepted that these people were who they said they were. “Ambassador, if your intentions are for a meeting and nothing more, you’ll agree to be boarded and your vessel searched.”

“Of course,” Enid readily replied. “However…” She peered nervously at Abidalla, who put her at ease with a nod.

“There is an animal and a weapon aboard this vessel, both of which defy your understanding. I request that we bring both to you on the beach to deliver to your custody. Allow us this courtesy, and we will bow to your demands.”

Jasmine knew the animal right away. There was a painting of Abidalla walking alongside it. But certainly, it couldn’t be real….could it?

Caution flowed in Jasmine’s blood. She stepped back from the yacht, pulling Savannah back with her.

“Proceed,” Jasmine replied. “Enid and Hannah will stay aboard. Abidalla will deliver the animal and weapon to the beach. Slowly. No sudden movements.”

Abidalla nodded in reply and retreated from the bow.

Enid smiled down at Jasmine “Thank you, for keeping an open mind. I know we’re asking you to accept a great many things.”

“I have to say,” Jasmine replied. “You appear more…modern.. than your artistic renders suggest.”

Enid nodded. “We’ve had a year to study the world around us. I hope those lessons we’ve learned from our neighbors have paid off.”

“A year.” Jasmine rummaged through her thoughts. “I look forward to hearing you explain how a landmass appeared out of nowhere a year ago, home to a nation of people that no one knew existed.”

Thunder rolled again, pulling Hannah’s gaze skyward once more. Droplets of rain fell from the sky.

“My queen and I would love to tell you the story,” said Enid, her diplomacy picking her words carefully. “There are other truths we must present.”

The superyacht rustled, shifting under the weight of something massive. Jasmine’s breath hitched in her throat. As did Savannah’s.

“How many of the fantastical aspects of the paintings are true…?” Savannah whispered nervously to Jasmine.

“I…don’t know. But I have a feeling that it’s more than we’ve ever could have assumed.” Jasmine blinked as the vessel continued to shift, disturbing the water.

Enid’s head whipped around to something on the stern. Whatever it was, the security line saw it first and aimed their weapons.

“Hold your fire!!” Savannah called. “Let them on the beach.”

Abidalla emerged portside and tossed several feet of heavy chains into the water. “For you, my friend. You are the lady of the water, after all.”

Jasmine hesitated before heading to the edge of the water and diving in for the chain. She was gone for only moments before she resurfaced with the heavy chains wrapped around her torso She met Savannah on the beach with the chain, pulling it ashore before it ran taut with something still aboard. Security officers rushed to the beach to grab hold of the chain.

It couldn’t be real, Jasmine told herself. But she knew in her heart that it was. “We’re ready.” Her curiosity glued her eyes to the yacht. Her caution caused her to step backward.

Abidalla turned away from shore. “Easy, boy…” Jasmine could hear her say.

Jasmine’s expected breath lingered uncomfortably in her throat. And as she saw it…she swallowed. A wolf of impossible size, so large, the ship rocked with every step of its paws. Blackened fur, silvery steel eyes, and fangs as long as Jasmine’s straightened arms. But there was no ferocity within the creature, at least not now. The peace Enid and Abidalla wished upon them was also the creature’s wish. It peered along the security’s line of walls and weapons trained on it.

Abidalla jumped from the yacht into the ocean and the wolf lept after her. The yacht rocked in the waters, newly free from the wolf’s weight. Abidalla led the creature onto the beach, He hooked his fangs into the chain and tossed it into the pile until it was taut again with the collar around his neck. When the Shadows pulled the chain, it obediently followed them away from the yacht. Settling without argument on the pier.

Abidalla watched the Shadows intently, and when she was satisfied with the wolf’s treatment, she approached Savannah, stopping a fair distance away. “It is important that you know that the weapon is never far from me.” In the wolf’s wake, Savannah and Jasmine had forgotten the weapon. Abidalla offered Savannah an oversized axe, decorated like the twisting trunk of a tree. “If there is anything more I could do to placate your concerns, the Ambassador, Hannah, and I won't hesitate “

The wolf was too much for Savannah to comprehend. Savannah searched Jasmine for an answer. And Jasmine herself searched for answers in her research. The yacht was exactly the same as it was in the painting they received. “The artist behind the paintings Sieri Lycar sent…should we take them all literally?”

Abidalla was pleasantly surprised by Jasmine’s grasp on logic the queen assumed would have taken them much longer to accept. “Most of them, yes.”

Jasmine searched Abidalla’s cold and confident exterior and saw only a woman who was telling the truth. Moreso, she saw a woman with many answers, many revelations.

And in the absence of Savannah, still slackjawed by the impossible wolf, Jasmine acted in her stead. “Would you agree to temporary confinement?”

“We would expect little more at this stage,” replied Abidalla. “In fact, we hoped for such. We will take whatever accommodations you deem necessary, and we will wait for your director and her–” She stopped. Like she was close to divulging a secret she had no right to speak “...her consort, for as long as we are required. As ordered by Her Grace. I only request that Okir, my wolf, be fed a strict diet of seafood, caught fresh from the sea here. Treat him well, and he will consent to any tests. I’m sure your curiosities are plenty.”

Jasmine turned to Savannah, who shook herself free from the creature and brought herself to attention. “Very well. You and your traveling companions will be placed in confinement. They’re already en route to meet with you. You’ll go with these men to a temporary holding cell while we prepare an apartment for your stay. Due to his size…the wolf will have to remain in the cell, but we will feed him according to your instructions and allow for visits during your stay.

Satisfied, Abidalla nodded. “Thank.you.”

The security officers placed the Lycari guests in handcuffs. The young ambassador sighed in relief, her very acceptance into a cell being a major victory in her trials as a fledgling diplomat. She also offered her thanks before the three of them were escorted away from the beach under heavy guard. The rest of them performed a thorough search of the vessel, finding nothing out of place…accept for a painting of a young girl floating in the sea, a face of bliss projected on her features.

A face that mirrored Jasmine’s in accurate detail.

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bitofthisandthat · 1 year

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

Bold: Very. Italic: Somewhat. Strike: Never!

ASAMI.

𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒 : scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-colored glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous

𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 : prefers canine/feline companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings

𝐏𝐀𝐍 : enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry

𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐒 : angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words

𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒 : serene demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxation is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry-eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory-based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes

𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 : life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person

Tagged: I plagiarized my own archives :P Tagging: @plasticsouled ; @elveswithoutears ; @reanimatedmuses @sayonaradumbass ; @thechaoticcform ; @heedingcalls ; ANYONE READING THIS.

#HEADCANON || ASAMI

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chon-hiran · 5 months

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To anyone who likes Park Bo Gum, this video is guaranteed to make you smile!

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storytimewithnova · 11 months

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Hidden Moonlight"

Plot Summary:

"Hidden Moonlight" is a captivating story filled with secrets and hidden identities. It revolves around Semira Semi, a cheerful and bubbly young woman who is in a relationship with Shirabu Kenjiro, although most people mistakenly believe that she is dating her brother, Eita Semi. Semira's best friend, Shoyo Akaashi, shares a similarly radiant personality and is the brother of the Akaashi twins and Seijiro Akaashi, a famous basketball star.

Unbeknownst to her boyfriend, Kenjiro, and best friend, Shoyo, Semira carries a significant secret – she is a Lycan, a creature of the night. She has concealed her true identity from those closest to her, fearing their reactions. As the story unfolds, Kenjiro discovers Semira's hidden nature, leading to a complex web of emotions and decisions.

"Hidden Moonlight" explores the challenges of revealing one's true self and the impact it can have on relationships. It delves into the questions of acceptance, love, and identity, as Semira's world is turned upside down when her secret is unveiled.

As the tension rises and secrets unravel, the story raises questions about the true nature of love and the strength of relationships. Can Kenjiro accept Semira for who she is, and will she remain his girl, Lycan or not?

Throughout the story, Semira's brother, Eita, provides support and encouragement, reminding her that she is Kenjiro's "Lycan girl," his little wolf. With these words, Semira must navigate the challenges of her dual identity and the impact it has on her relationships with those she holds dear.

**Chapter 1: Sunshine and Misconceptions**

Semira Semi, with her bright and infectious personality, was a beacon of cheerfulness in her small corner of the world. Her smile, genuine and warm, was like a sunbeam breaking through the clouds. Friends, acquaintances, and even strangers couldn't help but be charmed by her presence. It was said that even on the worst days, a glance from Semira was enough to make anyone forget their troubles.

Semira's life was intertwined with her brother, Eita Semi, through their unwavering sibling bond. But a peculiar twist of fate had led to a common misunderstanding among those who knew them. People often believed that Semira was romantically involved with Eita's best friend, Shirabu Kenjiro. The confusion created amusing anecdotes among their friends and, sometimes, raised a few eyebrows.

Apart from her family and her puzzling love life, Semira had another cherished sunshine in her life. That was Shoyo Akaashi, her dearest friend and a kindred spirit. Shoyo was the younger brother of the Akaashi twins, Keiji and Hajime. Their family's eldest son was none other than the basketball sensation Seijiro Akaashi, the man who had founded the legendary Generation of Miracles.

In this intricate web of relationships, it wasn't just Semira's love life that appeared to be entangled with misunderstandings. People often made the incorrect assumption that Shoyo was dating Kei Tsukishima, who was in reality in a relationship with Tadashi Yamaguchi. Meanwhile, Shoyo's heart was already claimed by none other than Semira's brother, Eita. The combination of their similar personalities, their shared roles as team managers, and their status as the 'sunshines' of their respective groups had drawn them close.

But beneath this façade of love, laughter, and sunshine, Semira harbored a secret, one she hadn't revealed to her boyfriend or her best friend. A secret that could change everything she held dear. She was a Lycan, a creature with the power to transform into a wolf under the moon's gentle caress. The fear of their reactions had kept her supernatural identity hidden.

**Chapter 2: Moonlit Discovery**

As life continued, Semira's secret remained concealed like a well-guarded treasure. But one night, under the ethereal glow of the moon, Kenjiro accidentally stumbled upon Semira's transformation. What he saw left him in shock and disbelief. His world, once filled with the simple joys of love and happiness, had now been touched by the supernatural.

**Chapter 3: Unveiling Fears**

Kenjiro's emotions were a turbulent sea of fear, uncertainty, and societal prejudices. He questioned whether he could continue loving someone with such a hidden and supernatural identity. It was a struggle that seemed insurmountable, and he was torn between his love for Semira and the weight of societal expectations.

Semira, on the other hand, was equally terrified. Her fear was twofold. She feared losing Kenjiro, the love of her life, and she was terrified of the potential dangers of exposing her true self to the world. She found solace in her brother, Eita, who was always there to offer comfort and support. His words rang like a soothing lullaby, "You are his Lycan girl, my little wolf."

**Chapter 4: A Shining Friendship**

As the story continued, the bond between Semira and Shoyo deepened even further. Shoyo became her unwavering source of support, standing by her side through this trying time. He knew well the hardships of being different in a world that often failed to understand, and he shared his own secrets with her. These shared experiences strengthened their friendship, and they leaned on each other with unwavering trust.

Meanwhile, the Akaashi family was not without its own secrets and complexities. Seijiro Akaashi, the basketball star, was the focus of the public eye, but his family had its own challenges to contend with. These challenges began to surface, entwining their fate even further with those of Semira, Kenjiro, and Shoyo.

**Chapter 5: Love and Acceptance**

With tension mounting and secrets unraveling, the story explored the true nature of love and the importance of acceptance. Kenjiro was faced with a life-altering decision: could he accept Semira for who she truly was, beyond the surface? Would Semira ever gather the courage to reveal her true self to her family and those she held dear?

The story was a tapestry of emotions, acceptance, and identity. It challenged societal norms and prejudices, emphasizing the enduring power of love and the strength of relationships.

**Chapter 6: A World United**

The final chapters delved deeper into the challenges of revealing Semira's secret to friends and family. It explored the diverse reactions that came to the forefront and the significance of acceptance. Shoyo's unwavering support, as well as the Akaashi family's role in overcoming prejudice, ultimately led to a world where humans and supernatural beings learned to coexist.

The story concluded on a heartwarming note, showcasing a world where differences were not just tolerated but embraced, driven by the enduring power of love and acceptance. The tapestry of relationships, secrets, and acceptance painted a vivid portrait of love's resilience, demonstrating that sometimes, love can overcome even the darkest of secrets.

**Chapter 7: Illuminating Shadows**

As time passed, Kenjiro wrestled with the profound truth he had discovered under the moonlight. The days seemed darker, weighed down by uncertainty and fear. He could no longer look at Semira without seeing the hidden wolf within her. Doubt gnawed at him, whispering that perhaps love couldn't bridge the chasm between their worlds.

Semira, on the other hand, found herself caught between two worlds - the vibrant, joyful human life she had always known and her Lycan heritage. The duality of her existence seemed to cast shadows on her relationships. She yearned for understanding and acceptance, both from Kenjiro and her family.

**Chapter 8: Unbreakable Bonds**

As the challenges continued to unfold, Semira's relationship with her brother, Eita, faced its own tribulations. Eita was the protector, the one who had always shielded his younger sister from harm. Yet, he grappled with mixed feelings, caught between his fierce loyalty to Semira and the anxiety of her concealed identity. Their bond was put to the test, and Eita had to navigate the fine line between sibling love and the world's prejudices.

Meanwhile, the Akaashi family confronted their own set of shadows. The charismatic Seijiro Akaashi, idolized by millions, was dealing with the weight of his own secrets. The spotlight on him only grew brighter as the story of Semira and Kenjiro's love unfolded. And yet, Seijiro found himself reflecting on the importance of acceptance and the hidden struggles of those closest to him.

**Chapter 9: Moonlight Confessions**

The tension in the story reached its climax when Kenjiro could no longer hide the turmoil within him. The weight of his discovery had grown unbearable. It was during a moonlit night, reminiscent of that fateful evening, that he mustered the courage to confront Semira about what he had seen.

In this pivotal chapter, Kenjiro's confession and Semira's revelation brought the story to a turning point. The moonlight, both their confidant and their nemesis, cast a serene yet mysterious glow on their conversation. Would love triumph over the shadows of fear and prejudice?

**Chapter 10: An Unforgettable Promise**

In the moonlight's embrace, Kenjiro and Semira shared a poignant conversation that could change the course of their lives. The weight of their emotions, the depth of their love, and the strength of their connection were all put to the test.

With tenderness and vulnerability, they made a promise to each other. A promise that transcended societal norms and prejudices. Their love, illuminated by the moonlight, became a beacon of hope in a world where acceptance was not guaranteed.

**Chapter 11: Embracing the Unseen**

The final chapters of "Hidden Moonlight" painted a picture of transformation and acceptance. The story wasn't just about Kenjiro and Semira; it was about the resilience of love and the power of accepting the unseen.

As the tale concluded, the characters in this intricate web of relationships discovered that the shadows of the past could be illuminated by love and acceptance. Prejudices were challenged, and a world where differences were celebrated began to emerge.

**Chapter 12: An Eternal Moonlight**

In the story's concluding chapter, the moonlight, a silent witness to their journey, became a symbol of enduring love. The world that had been divided by secrets and misunderstandings was now united by the power of acceptance. The relationships that had once been shrouded in confusion and fear had transformed into bonds that could withstand any challenge.

And so, "Hidden Moonlight" ended with a message of hope and resilience. It was a reminder that love had the power to conquer even the darkest secrets, and the moon, with its eternal glow, would forever light the path for those who chose to embrace the unseen.

#haikyuu #OcxShirabu #semisiblings #lycans #wolfweek #akaashi siblings #semihina #halloween special

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ohmypawsandwhiskers · 2 years

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Thirsty for Updates Thursday

Also know as Paws forgot another WIP Wednesday

Snippet: And that ignited the fury in his blood, white hot like a bolt of lightening. The cruelty of allowing someone a taste of normalcy only to rip it away for little to no reason.

No, he would allow it no more. In that silence of the eleventh hour, he took her clammy hand in his and vowed to free them all, starting with the enigma that was Nehna. He regarded the shivering figure as pale moonlight, drenched in rosy and golden tones from the stained glass windows, painted her shiny visage in heavenly hues. In spite of the sweat and fatigue, she appeared regal- bathed in colors she should be allowed to wear regularly, as she would bring light to those that needed it most. Solas took up the cloth beside him and dabbed away the remaining sweat, making a mental note to have a bath drawn for her in the morning. It surprised him, almost as much as it did Mythal, how much he had come to care for the woman in front of him. How much the thought of losing her had pained him. And it softened his heart realizing that she had sought out his help, in spite of everything. She still put faith in him, despite his own omitted truth behind his initial reasons in helping her. Solas picked up her hand once more and made a silent vow that he would never let such a thing come to pass from that point forward. Nehna deserved nothing but openness and honesty, and that is what she would receive from him. Such a presence in this world needed to be cherished, and anything she asked of him, he resolved to do. Maybe it was the lack of sleep clouding his mind- he certainly never went out of his way for anyone. With Mythal, he felt indebted to her for finding him and taking him under her wing after the loss of his parents. This- this was different. His heart and mind felt pulled into Nehna’s gravity. She was the celestial being that compelled him to orbit her.

To check out Nehna’s story, check out If It’s True on AO3 here! Banner Art by @singuminklarity

#wips #if it's true #another snippet as I slowly finish this chapter #primarily because I'm in the process of moving!#any promotions would be appreciated!#I love feedback #nehna x solas #oc x solas #oc x fenharel #dragon age #pre veil

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childrenfromthecrypt · 2 years

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𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹 𝑫𝑬𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑴𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝒀.

Vyrodok/Vincent

bold what applies. italicize what somewhat applies.

EROS. scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-colored glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous

HECATE. prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings

PAN. enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry

NEMESIS. angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words

HYPNOS. serene demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxation is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry-eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory-based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes

IRIS. life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always travelling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person.

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