#not my regular content but sometimes i have to share info

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Anyway, Dick's alt universe/alt timeline kids are wild.

There's the Dick and Kori kids, Mar'i Grayson and Jacob (Jake) Grayson:

Mar'i is named after Dick's mom but with a Tamaranian twist and Jake is named after no one. Mar'i and Jake both can absorb energy, project energy and fly. However, only Mar'i has super strength. Jake also almost died at birth because of his mixed DNA and had extreme difficulty controlling his powers. He went from extremely sickly to nuclear bomb at a moments notice. Mar'i took up the mantle of Nightstar, married her uncle (?!?) and had two kids. Jake never picked a 'hero name' but he still helped people. Eventually he had a son that he named Richard.

Then there's the Dick and Babs kids, Johnny and Tommy. They're twins... I think. It's unclear. Either DC forgot the kid's name and started calling him a different name or there are two identical boys. There is speculation that John's (named after Dick's dad) middle name is Thomas and that's where the confusion is. I'm going to assume that there are two kids however, because they grow up to be very different people.

Thomas (named after Bruce's dad) took up the name Red Hood because he thought Jason was very cool. Thomas works very closely with the Bat family however and the name seems to be that only thing of Jason's that Thomas emulates. John got kidnapped as a small child and was experimented on until he developed powers. John has energy projection powers, super strength and flight. He went by the name 'Firepattern'. He was brainwashed by a cult and worked for them until his father found him again as a teenager. John Grayson actually exists in a few timelines but this is the one that gave him more than just a cameo role.

Then there's Elainna Grayson. She is Dick's daughter but they never say who her mother is. Barbara is not her mother because Elainna's mom is dead and Babs is alive in this timeline. Elainna takes up the mantle of Batwoman and fights alongside the Bat family (despite her father's objections)

Anyway... Dick has five different alt kids and three of them have the same powers and the other two took up mantles that weren't his. Very funny stuff right there.

[edgeray]

“LATE NIGHT DEVIL, PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME

and never never never ever let go”- Teeth, 5 Seconds of Summer

Mafia AU! Arlecchino x Reader Oneshot

Author's Note: It's been a while since I've actually published anything on here. Well, my gay ass is back with another oneshot. This one has been in the works for at least a month. I'm considering making a Part 2, but that will definitely take at least a couple weeks for me to publish (if not months). I wish I was kidding. School literally hates me and my teachers are incessant on killing my GPA. This is also a gift for @megistusdiary because it'll be her birthday when I post this. Please go check out her blog for amazing genshin wlw content (especially Arlecchino content!) Would you guys like this on AO3 as well?

Content Warning/Info: This is a long af oneshot (6.3k words), long af descriptions and kinda long intro, Arlecchino is referred to with they/them pronouns, implied female but no usage of feminine pronouns for Reader, general dark-ish content, pet names, Arlecchino is a lil scary, I've never been to a club so I apologize for the very inaccurate information, nor have I ever been apart of the mafia so also inaccurate, a bit suggestive but otherwise sfw, if I'm missing anything feel free to tell me!

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Monsters are said to have lied underneath beds–waiting to ensnare an unknowing victim–or stalk hidden among the depths of a closet–awaiting an opportune moment to strike its next prey. Monsters are fabled entities that are used to scare off children from bad behavior and are quickly eased from the mind by coddling parents. The mere notion of a monster shooed away like a pesky fly, swept underneath the subconscious like forgotten specks of dirt. 

You know otherwise. Real monsters don’t lurk on the undersides of mattresses; no, they lurk both in the skies above and the depths below. They do not stalk dark closets because they instead stalk alleys in daylit streets. Monsters are very real, that you know is true since you’ve seen your fair share of them. You’ve met monsters in person–they’ve come to you before. Terrifying is an understatement for them, and each time one has appeared as a client, you’re no less scared shitless.

You’ve learned that even inhumane demons find themselves in need of entertainment; like the sinful creatures they are, they seek self-pleasure. And that is how you found yourself in this particular circle of hell, meant to serve and please demons, devils, and monsters alike. Perhaps it was a revolting job, working at a strip club run by a criminal organization but it paid decent money for being danced on the fingertips of whoever you were unfortunate enough to be assigned to.

If it was a regular strip club, being an exotic dancer would have been fine. It wouldn't be so bad. Lustful and prying eyes can be accustomed to quickly, and so are the flattering compliments and the awkward flirting by middle-aged married men. However, there was a difference between lecherous and predatory gazes. Here, you aren’t even viewed as a person, no, the clients here, those that come in reeking of smoke or blood (though sometimes both), armed with knives and guns on their person, see you as nothing more than a toy or prey for them. Even in the eyes of your employer, you're less than human in their eyes. 

‘You harm our merchandise, you’ll pay for it,’ is the warning given to every guest when they first enter. Merchandise. That's what you are. And that single line of words is the only thing that assures you of your safety among mafia members, gangsters, crooks, and whatnot. You've heard that the organization behind this strip club does well in enforcing that rule according to other dancers, but you personally don't want to see if the statement is true. You've been here for a little over a year, and besides bruising grips and pulled hair you’ve surprisingly yet to be seriously injured in any way. So maybe monsters do have a little humanity in them. 

You're quickly growing to be a fan favorite as of recently, which means more money goes your way, but you're not sure how you feel about all the attention on you. It's most likely because of how often you offer private dances and private rooms to clients. Whatever gets you the most money; the faster you make money the faster you can pay off your debt and be out of here. 

Tonight is supposed to be no different from other nights. You perform on stage, you rile up the crowd, you get showered in tips, and if there is a customer that looks mentally sane enough not to murder you in private, you take them to the back. Except, tonight, you're approached by your boss, who informs you that the entirety of the club was reserved by the Fatui, a well-known mafia more powerful and larger than the one that backs you up, for some celebration. These kinds of occurrences in the club rarely crop up, but when they do, they're often the most opportune time to bag in an abundant amount of money. Big shots like the Fatui pay and tip well, but there's one unsaid risk that comes with this: as a mere dancer like yourself, your life quite literally dangles in the Fatuis’ hands tonight. The organization that owns this establishment can't retaliate against the Fatuis if they so choose to dismiss the warning. They can't even compare to the might of the Fatui.

Simply put, if a Fatui kills you tonight, no one could do more besides bat their eyelashes. You're not at all pleased with this predicament of practically bordering on death, especially when you know one wrong move with one too hot-tempered Fatui could land you at the pearly gates. Keep pleasing the crowd, keep entertaining them, keep racking in the money, you remind yourself as you continue your dance, twirling around the pole sensually, and the customers devour every movement with their eyes. The only comfort you're given is that you've heard the Fatui are quite reasonable and diplomatic most of the time. This is especially true for the Harbingers, you've heard, the twelve most elite members that serve under the Tsaritsa, and the ones that are the most exclusive customers this night. That doesn't mean the Harbingers are any more humane than the average crook. Having worked in a strip club run by the mafia and surrounded by criminal organizations, the more rumored something is, the more dangerous it is. They can be considered devils amongst demons even. That's simply how vile they're supposed to be. 

The most concerning problem about the Harbingers is that you don’t know what they look like, only the occasional whisper has alluded to how to distinguish between the twelve. Perhaps, you can survive through the night if you try not to draw too much attention; let the other dancers shine instead and hope you don’t get requested for a private room or dance. That way, you can ensure you don’t end up dead. 

Your time to go upstage comes sooner than you’re prepared for. Your hands are clammy, and your form trembles in a way that only happened during your first month. Both reactions don’t make for a very good combination when your survival relies on you not fucking up and disappointing criminal customers. As you approach the pole, just like every time you’ve done, you make sure that the crowd’s gazes are in the backdrop of your mind, and instead, fixate on repeating the movements you’ve been taught and have mastered with your experience. Bet your survival on the provocative sway of your hips, the practiced showcase of your legs, and the allure of your dancing form. Beguile the crowd, but not too much, just enough to wow them. From what you can tell by the volume of the crowd, you’re doing a good job pleasing the Fatui enough. Your body stops tremoring after a few minutes on stage, and with one last final push of courage, you focus your eyes on the crowd before you.

Unsurprisingly, the makeup of the Fatui are men, though there are notably quite a few women. Either way, all of their attention is on you. As your eyes scan across a crowd, for one reason or another, you stop at a particular set of eyes near the back of the crowd. Intent, pitch-black abysses stare back, like they were trying to bore into your soul and devour every single motion of yours. They don’t quite hold the same ravenous desire as many of those before you right now, you mentally note with curiosity. It feels like your form is being calculated, in the way a predator would cautiously observe their next prey, a sensation you’ve experienced a few times, but each is no less chilling. The weight of their engrossed gaze causes you to shiver momentarily, and you snap away from their disturbing gaze to prevent any fumbling or faltering while you’re on stage. 

Tonight marks the first time you actively seek out the same viewer while on stage, or even, during your entire time here. For some reason, you feel awfully bold, or curious, whichever two comforts you more, and unlike the meek little rabbit you usually are, you instead search for the viewer’s gaze. You find the pair of eyes with relative ease, as you remember that above their eyes are distinctive snow-white strands with streaks as black as their orbs. You take a moment to study them, and they remind you of a lion–or lioness–among hyenas. The aura they exude varied quite a bit compared to the other Fatui in front of you: not rambunctious, or arrogant; it's apparent they held an aura of indomitable authority just from the way they held themselves. Perfect posture with their clasped hands nested in their lap, with one leg raised over the other. They’re an embodiment of perfected elegance, however, much like a porcelain doll, they’re also expressionless, their appearance unmarred. You don’t examine the Fatui’s form for much longer because their scrutiny on you pricks at your skin irritatedly. 

You don’t look for them again throughout your performance. In fact, you hope you never meet those charcoal pits again. You’re afraid that if you do, you’ll be ensnared by whatever beastly claws or fangs you know that Fatui hides underneath that impenetrable mask. The moment your time on stage ends, you rush back to the changing room to shake off your nerves. You sit down at a nearby chair, taking in deep sighs as you attempt to forget how you were stared down like a you were cornered, defenseless animal. And that is what you are, as much as you hate it. There’s nothing that can protect you from the Fatui. Maybe if you hide, never show your face for the rest of the night, they’ll forget they ever saw you and they’ll target another dancer. Surely, that will work, won’t it? 

You’re able to steady your breathing before you can delve into a panic attack. Tonight, you decide, you’re not going to take any customers to any private rooms or take any private dances. You’d be missing out on a lot of money, but your life is more of a priority as of currently; not after the ‘encounter’ with that individual, you don’t want to think about how many more are just like them, hiding in the crowd like they were awaiting an opportunity to pounce on your vulnerable form. 

Unfortunately, it seems like someone else has other plans for you because your manager storms into the room asking for your whereabouts before his eyes narrow on you. You immediately sit up, stiff as a board when he practically marches his way towards you. 

"Someone wants you." 

You sigh and shake your head. You should have known. "Not tonight." 

He clicks his tongue. "You know I can't allow that tonight." 

You bite your lip. "Just pass them to someone else." 

"They're not someone you or I can refuse." 

"Who?" You question with a shuddering breath, your nails digging into your thigh. 

"The fourth one. The Knave. Lord Arlecchino."

Fuck your life. You might as well pull the trigger now. You’ve heard faint whispers of each Harbinger from the customers audacious enough to speak of them. The youngest, the eleventh, charming and boyish. The ninth, money-obsessed but a pretty looker. The eighth, elegant and cold, yet no less alluring. The seventh, as human-like as their robotic creations, which to say isn’t very. The sixth, is hotheaded and mysterious. The fifth, unknown. And the fourth?

Insane. Ruthless. Bloodthirsty. That’s how the fourth is described. You shiver at the horrors that appear on the forefront of your mind when imagining what may come for you. If you're lucky, you'll be alive at the end of the night, more than likely clinging to the edge of living. 

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get ready as soon as you can.” 

And you do. It’s not long until you stand in front of the private room’s door, your guest is already inside more than likely. The Fourth Harbinger is waiting, you remind yourself, fruitlessly trying to swallow down your stress. You can be dead the minute you step inside, this room could be marked as your grave. Whatever he tells you to do, you’ll obey wordlessly to survive. Just nod along, smile, and do whatever it is that he tells you regardless of the demand. You inhale deeply, regaining some ease of mind, before you bring your knuckles to the door, knocking. 

“Come in,” comes a deep, flat voice, slightly muffled by its distance but what surprises you is how feminine the Harbinger sounds. Maybe you got the wrong room. You glance back at the room number plate on the door, and it’s the room you remember your manager mentioning. It’s the right room. Maybe someone else? You don’t have time to wonder, however, as you enter the room, knowing that if it is the Fourth, it wouldn’t be wise to keep him (Her? Them? You’ll just stick with ‘them’ now.) waiting. 

“Lord Arlecchino?” You inquire as you enter the room, closing the door behind you. Sucking in a harsh inhale, you instantly recognize their distinct hair. It’s them. Your sight is immediately greeted by the figure sitting on the couch before you, sitting in exactly the same way you discovered them–crossed-legged and lounging back with unfaltering confidence. The Knave wears a scarlet blazer over a black compressed turtleneck, with a matching set of crimson leggings. Upon closer inspection, you’re able to make out red irises in their jet-black eyes. Despite the blatant and literal red flag, something about their appearance draws you in even when they scream danger. They’re… you’re not quite sure how to describe them. You admire the unblemished and pale skin, their elegant and rugged demeanor is like the perfect balance between femininity and masculinity. Are they beautiful, or are they handsome? You think both. 

Arlecchino stares back at you like they’re considering devouring you then and there. You can’t suppress the shudder that runs down your spine. You’re a sheep before a wolf. There’s something so chilling about them that even with your experience with other clients, none has ever made you feel this way with just their mere gaze alone. This is what separates the average crook from one of the most powerful mafia members you've ever heard of.

You wait for a response but they only continue to observe you. You take the silence as confirmation to your question and that they’re anticipating something from you. Biting back a sigh of resignation, your hands hook underneath the band of your bra top and you lift it just the slightest amount before a cutting voice makes you freeze.

“What are you doing?” the Harbinger demands, their tone chilling and apathetic, making you want to shrink in yourself immediately. Your blood pumps loudly in your ears and your hands tremble a bit. Something about how designing their gaze makes you suddenly self-aware in a way you’ve never felt before another client–you’re practically half-naked in front of them with your skimpy bra top, undergarments, and fishnets and now is the only moment that you've actually considered how little covering is on you. 

Why are they stopping you? Isn’t this what they wanted you to do? Or maybe they just want to do it themselves. Those types of customers always have the most bruising of grips and suffocating of holds. You stiffen at the notion. How are you going to survive this night with a Fatui Harbinger of all things? How many of your limbs are going to be fractured and how many of your bones are going to end up broken? 

“I…I’m undressing,” your meek voice sounds out and you hate the crack in your speech. The Harbinger continues to scrutinize you. You don’t dare continue disrobing yourself. 

There are several beats of wordless response before they then stand up from the couch. 

Oh shit. You’ve fucked up. Are they going to kill you now? Is this your end? 

Every thought is telling you to run in the opposite direction as they stalk up to you, but you're petrified as you realize with a chill that they’re taller than you. You’re not short by any means, a bit above average height, but they tower over you, looking down at you from above and casting judgment on you like a god. Once they stride toward you, you avoid eye contact by looking straight, observing their neck and clavicle that protrudes from underneath the fabric. You tense when they raise a hand, their manicured fingers placing themselves underneath your chin and long, carmine nails dig into the underside of your jaw, making you wince. They forcefully tilt your head, raising your focus onto their face. 

It’s like they plunged their hands down your throat and ripped out the oxygen from your lungs, leaving you unable to breathe. Up close, the first thing you notice is their lips, plump and red from their lipstick. Briefly, you wonder what color their lipstick would look on your skin. Then your eyes travel up, red-crossed eyes gaze back at you and you gape quietly at the distinct shape of their pupils. You swear that their pupils flash red as you finally lock eye contact with them. 

“Did I tell you to?” Their tone is cold compared to the strange softness of their handsome (beautiful?) face. 

Something in your gut coils inwardly and you want to look away, but their firm hold on your chin prevents you. You bite your bottom lip to repress a whimper. You’re delicate glass in their hands, and they can break you so, so easily. 

“No, sir.” Only the numerous times you’ve said this phrase ensures you don’t stumble over your words. They don’t answer promptly, but as they observe your features, their lips quirk up the slightest amount. 

“You know how to address me. Very good,” Arlecchino purrs after several beats of silence, in a low, oh-so-sultry tone, and oh. Oh. 

You’re not sure why, but their last two words make your stomach churn, but not in a discomforting way. In the way that lights a fire underneath your skin and spreads heat to every part of your body. You’ve never quite felt this way with another customer. You couldn’t believe that your body reacts this way just from a single praise but it doesn’t stop the pooling heat in your bowels. The chill down your spine still remains in place, but there’s an off-putting equilibrium of iciness and fervor generated from the client. 

The Fatui’s eyes stay fixated on you wordlessly until the hand on your chin turns your head, finally breaking you free of their intense behold. Their grip slackens so that they can trace their nails gently down your throat, every inch of surface their fingertips brush against ignites a blaze on your skin. A shuddering exhale leaves your lips and it seems like they take notice because from the corner of your eye, the small uptick of their mouth grows. Despite how sensual and probing the Harbinger’s touch feels, there’s nothing lecherous about it–purely just intrigue and fascination. It’s a touch you both have and never experienced before. Cold nails rake against your throat, not enough to mark or scratch, but enough to invoke shivers. 

You’re aware you should be terrified, but for a reason you can’t pin down, you can’t jerk away from their touch. You try to reason with yourself it was only because you’re one upset away from getting yourself killed but that reasoning falls apart when their hand gingerly traces your jawline and you make the softest of groans, a barely audible noise of content. Unfortunately for you, the sound seems to have reached Arlecchino’s ears and their expression softens slightly: their eyes narrow less and their brows aren’t as creased. And that smirk–if you could even call it that from how faint it is–becomes a half-smirk. 

They pull their hand away and your trance is broken, reality returning back to you as you remember that the person before you is still a Fatui Harbinger, no matter how bizarrely melting their touch was. They turn on their heel and walk towards the couch in front of you; the slightest bit of heaviness is placed on your heart. You remain stationary where you are, observing them as they seat themselves gracefully on the couch, and their attention encounters yours again. Their black pits hold expectancy in them. At first, you’re clueless as to what the criminal desires from you, but then their legs spread apart, an inviting gesture that beckons you and every rational thought leaves your easily swayed mind. Your heart skips a beat, and you're sure this time it's not out of trepidation. 

Even if you didn’t command them to, your legs would take you to their seating figure. You stand before them, feeling blatantly disrespectful to look down at Arlecchino, but you await their order. They lean back, lounging laxly against the couch, their posture never lacking their usual self-assurance. It only ties the knot in your gut tighter. You’re aware of what they’re instructing you to do, but the absent confirmation makes you hesitant. It seems like the Knave picks up on this because the room echoes with one definitive spouted word from their lips, authority and dominance ringing through their husky voice. 

“Sit.” 

Your legs buckle underneath you from the one-worded response, the demand only stoking the consuming fire inside you. Eager to please, you perch yourself on their lap, straddling them, your knees pressed into the furniture below you and encasing both of their thighs between your own. 

Oh, you think to yourself as your legs make contact with their thighs. They're firm. And for some reason, that provokes your stomach to churn in itself even more. You're so close to them, enough to feel their breath cascade against your skin. 

As you seat yourself, you nearly clumsily topple over, instinctively grasping onto their shoulders for support. Their shoulders are remarkably broad, you regard, well-muscled as well. Their hands creep up on your hips, steady but gentle hands grasping on each bare side of yours to stabilize you. The heat that radiates from their hands is infectious, regardless of the nails that burrow into your plush waist. For the first time, you flush considerably, a sweltering inferno forming in your cheeks and your head fills with dizziness. Their touch is gentle–something you rarely experience with customers–so, so gentle that you would describe it as heavenly. How can someone so inexplicably vile have heaven on their fingertips?

It's not a position you never found yourself in. In fact, it's far from the first time you've been like this with another client. But here, as you're sat on top of the Fatui Harbinger, and red x-pupils search yours, a foreign feeling passes through you. Placing your finger on it, you dubiously think it's bashfulness, but the heartbeat that sings in your ears and pulses underneath your fingertips tells you otherwise, tells you it's something more. Against that, you remove your grasp on their shoulders and place your palm flat against the couch’s surface behind the Knave. 

You squirm a bit, nervousness in your form as you remain as still as you possibly can, waiting for any more instructions. All you need to do is act like an obedient doll for them in order to survive; compliance is the best way of ensuring survival with people like these. You feel like you're merely eye candy from the way that their attention flits across your body, but you're immobile throughout the entirety of their observance. Being looked at is much better than any physical interaction. Their hands still cup your hips, but slowly, they descend to the side of your thighs, making your skin feel tingly. 

Impulsively, you mumble out a quiet "Sir…" as strange sensations brush against your skin. 

The sound surprises you and you feel on edge as their eyes travel from your lower half to your face. You gulp considerably. From their stare, they expect more of a response, a reason for their addressment, but even you don’t know yourself; it seems like an unconscious calling that just rolled off your tongue. You cow underneath their gaze, even when the two of you are at eye level. When you linger in quietude, their hand releases one of your thighs and lifts to your face, supporting your chin while their thumb rests on your bottom lip, unfurling it just the slightest amount to implore an answer from your now parted lips. Gleaming scarlet pupils grip your regard sternly, piercing into you and instilling you to spew something out. Except, you still can’t, now too entranced and lost in the crimson. 

“Doll.” 

Despite the pet name, it's devoid of any affection or warmth. It's a word that drips of command, a reminder of your place: simply a toy that they can play with however they want, a manipulated and decorated plaything for their amusement. That means you answer to them, and so when they request a response, you're under the obligation to please them. Your survival is in their palms anyway, if they wanted you to dance, you would just so they wouldn’t strangle the life out of you. 

However, its implication doesn’t prevent the tingling shudders that wrack your body nor the involuntary clenching of your thighs around theirs. Was it the gravelly voice that aroused your behavior? Your cheeks flare at the knowledge that Harbinger sensed the physical reaction. It shouldn't be possible. It shouldn't be possible, your thoughts repeat, but then they're interrupted by: 

"Oh?" Arlecchino inquires to themselves, a stark amusement in their speech. Their red glare illuminates slightly, replacing the lost darkening with a faint glow in their pupils, and the corner of their mouth curls up. It is only then that you discover something entirely new: that monsters can be sinfully, cataclysmically, terrifyingly beautiful and the sight before you is the most exquisite example. A devil has you wrapped in its claws and its fangs readied for devouring but it’s disguised as an ethereal angel; blinded by their perilous allure, you mistake their snow-white hair, their lustrous piercing rubies, their flawless porcelain skin, and their burning, fleeting touches as traits of a seraph. From a measly smirk, you forget the atrocities lying underneath their fingertips and dismiss the hazard their presence holds. 

The hand on your thigh rakes its fingers up, red nails trailing across the surface of your fishnet, wrenching out a breathy gasp from you as they travel inwards. Tingling pleasure injects into your veins as you subconsciously lean in, imploring for further sensual contact. A plea sits on your tongue and nests in your eyes as you beg them through your pitiful expression. They drink in your desperation with a slow swipe of their tongue over their lips, and that single action is debauched enough to elicit a soft groan from your throat.

“Well, aren’t you an amusing toy?” They drawl out with a preposing rasp and dark abysses glint with an insatiable hunger. 

They smirk enticingly, their thumb running across your bottom lip and smearing your lipstick on their thumb pad. Their grip on your chin tightens a bit, pulling you even closer to them before a shadow casts over you when their face nears. Before you can even fathom their intentions, they descend upon you, closing the distance between the two of you. Your lips are greeted with something pillowy soft and fervently warm, and you sharply inhale from the sensation. Every one of your nerves sings frenziedly, your muscles tense all over, and your heartbeat drums deafeningly in your ears–all of this as your body is engulfed in a fervid tornado of heat that makes you lightheaded with pleasure. It takes you several beats to realize the reason for this is that Lord Arlecchino, the Fourth Harbinger, the Knave is kissing–no, kissing is far too intimate, devouring–you voraciously like they're trying to rob you of any air, trying to imprint themselves on your mouth. Their mouth dominates yours, pushing against them with a deep fervor and famished urgency, eager to swallow every bit of shocked noise you make. 

You close your eyes and allow yourself to indulge. 

You first taste lipstick with a waxy flavor hitting your tastebuds. It’s cold against your lips, yet warm at the same time. But the physical texture and flavor of their lips are irrelevant; there’s only one true manner you would distinguish their taste: 

They taste like sin. 

The type of sin that’s chocolate coated and sprinkled with colorful toppings; depravity so sweet and charming it makes you reconsider the bounds of right and wrong. Degeneracy is far, far tastier than anything you’ve indulged in before. How can something so evil be so heavenly? Cushiony soft, placidly warm, flatteringly zealous, it’s like having a dance with a devil; so unequivocally immoral but no less gratifying. You question if they really belong to the Fatui because how can something like this come from such? You want to engrave the texture of their mouth onto your memory, feel this faux intimacy even when you’ve long parted. The Fourth Harbinger, you surmise as you surrend your will to them, is decadent–the only word that can be defined as both wicked and delectable at once–the perfect word to describe them. 

The last remaining bit of reasoning comes to the backdrop of your thoughts and begs you to not be swept away in the heavenly embrace. You discount it in favor of accepting this godsent gift by leaning further with a weak imitation of their ravishing lips and pressing back. It’s a feeble attempt to match their insatiate nature, far too domineering and forceful than you can manage but they display a token of appreciation when they squeeze your thigh, indenting your skin shallowly with the burrowing of their nails. The action exposes just how sensitive you’ve gone underneath their touch and you reward them with the sweetest of sounds. 

“Arlecchino,” you mumble with half-lidded dazed eyes in between ravenous exchanges and it evokes a depraved throaty growl from the Fatui, like provoking a call from a starving beast. They lean deeper to indulge in your taste. The gruff sound reaches your ears and it’s like a psalm–you shudder from its musical melody. 

Their clutch on your jaw releases and their fingers outline your jawline before snaking to the back of your head. Well-manicured digits entangle themselves in your hair, and there’s a gentle shove against your skull that forces you deeper into the kiss. Your hands clutch onto the couch underneath you as tight as you physically can for any sense of grounding and your knees attempt to close in even more to feel more of their body against yours. The hand on your leg, in turn, caresses the length of your thigh. 

Every graceful touch, stroke, and brush exudes an unyielding and infectious warmth that only adds to the stoking fire in your gut, and you’re bathed in so much swelter from the ecstasy that you feel dizzy. Yet, you never want it to end, you grow more addicted and drunk with each encounter of their lips. That, paired with your strained breathing, prompts your stamina to falter much sooner than the Harbinger’s. You let out a soft whine to signal your depleting oxygen, and their mouth unlatch with yours, pulling away despite your ache for more. With the separation comes a small string of saliva attached between the two of you, evidence of the shared intimacy that’s snapped when they lick their lips. The hand behind your head detangles from your hair and you silently mourn over the loss of contact. 

You heave for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly. You’re a little perturbed when you notice that they’re not even out of breath, a small but firm reminder that they’re as inhuman as humans can be. That knocks a sense of reality back into you. Customer, mafia, Fatui, Harbinger, it comes back to you like a train. Here you are swapping spit with them while in the lap of potentially the most dangerous criminal you could ever meet, but fuck were they a good kisser–you’ve never experienced anything that came close to this in your lifetime.

Any foolish doubtful contemplation of the morality of this interaction is swept away just like that when you hear:

“Greedy little thing that you are,” they regard with the most cunning and handsome of smiles, discrete amusement dripping from their words. Their dark pits behold you entirely, the same way they have always done when it seems like they were contemplating what part of you to savor the most. Only this time, you’re not so disturbed by the notion. If anything, the swirling heat in between your legs suggests the opposite.  

Greedy wasn't a word often associated with you, yet you couldn't more correctly describe yourself in that moment. Greedy. Greedy for a Fatui Harbinger no less. As ashamed as you should be, there's no use denying that you crave for their touch, for their gaze, for anything and everything they're willing to give you. You want everything and more. The more you contemplate, the more it seems obvious why you wouldn’t. Are they a devil disguised as an angel, or are they an angel that fell from grace? Regardless, they bring nirvana to you. An incessant desire bubbles inside you, your throat swelling up with an urgent request on the tip of your tongue. Would they allow such a thing if you plead? Would they be offended by your impudence? Would they punish you for such? But the necessity outweighs any reconsideration of your insolence and the supplicant beg tumbles out of your loose lips. 

“Can I… touch you please, my Lord?” You croak out, wincing at just how wretched it comes out. The response from them is not immediate as the two of you stew in silence, a building sense of dejection inside of you. The expression on their face noticeably contorts, smile lessening, their brows furrowing, and their red x’s glinting dimly. Their free hand raises to near your neck and you suck in a harsh breath as their fingers enclose around your throat. The mere action sends a stinging reminder to your lust-dazed thoughts about their position, and a chill pierces you. 

Mafia, Fatui, Harbinger, the Fourth Harbinger, the Knave–the labels cycle through your thoughts. Though their grip is lax, not exactly suffocating and giving ample space to breathe, their fingertips does acutely jab into your skin, a display of their impressive grip strength. You have no doubt that they can suffocate you with one hand alone, snap your neck, or, as your mind ventures into more harrowing territories, crush your skull. Those thoughts alone has you breathless with anticipation. A heavy weight suddenly appears in your gut, so heavy that you feel like you can’t move so much as a muscle. 

Did you just go too far? Was that too much to ask? Was this how you were going to die?

The reflex to gag and inhale combat each other in your throat, a discomforting sensation that crawls up your spine while you tremble. You’re almost certain that the nails have penetrated the layer of skin, drawing beads of blood that’ll trail down your mark. You whimper at the prickly pain. Yet, in all your unease, the most masochistic thought arrives briefly at the forefront, and you can’t help but consider: this position is just as intimate as all the other interactions. You’re already so vulnerable in their lap, does the hand around your neck change your peril in any way? No, you’ve been a defenseless lamb to a slaughter the moment you’ve stepped into the domain of a menacing wolf. 

Ah. Even now, you can’t dismiss the warmth of their fingertips. 

“Do you still want to touch me when I do this?” They demand callously, their voice harsh and reverberating through the room. Their grasp closes more around, and you feel your supply of oxygen inhibited. Tears begin to brim your eyes, but you’re undeterred. Unlike Arlecchino’s, your answer is instant and breathless. Your eyes intently lock on theirs, the hardened expression enough to satisfy their question. There’s no need for contemplation. Danger, you determine, is addicting. 

“Yes.”

The previously small smile stretches across their lips considerably. Content, or dare you say it, thrill writes itself over their face and the boulder previously pressed against your shoulders is lifted. Your throat is freed from their hold, but their touch doesn’t halt there. Instead, they rotate your head for you to face to the left, exposing your side profile to them. From the corner of your eyes, you watch as their face draws closer to your skin, hot breath cascading across the small dents her nails created. The one on your thigh finally leaves, moving to one of your hips, tender strokes across your flushed surface. They lean forward, and moist, plush skin meets yours. Lips traverse over the length of your neck, teeth scraping against, making you weakly groan. It takes all of your will to still your body, only allowing for the Harbinger to do whatever they desire to your form. Their touches are burning, burning, burning–so hot that you wonder if you’re experiencing a heat wave. Peppered kisses follow the edge of your jawbone, all the way up to your earlobe. A wet kiss graces your ear and then the most sinful of statements dignifies your eardrums, like a devil whispering hymns directly into your ear. 

“I think I’ll keep you to myself after this.”

A short hum follows afterward. 

“If you want to touch me, you’ll have to work for it. You’re only mine for tonight, aren't you? Entertain me. Give me a private dance, doll. After all, you have me for all night.” 

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Link to M-Alexa's amazing art and how I imagine Arlecchino to look like in this oneshot.

[grollow]

PINNED POST

“No matter how many years are left to us, there will never be enough time to fill the void that has been borne inside each of us when we were made so brutally aware of how very little we mattered to the world.” -- Emilie Autumn

Hi, I'm Asher.

Or Rhysa, which is my writing alias; I used to go by Ashyr, too, and that's also okay!

And this is a multi-fandom blog where I sometimes share my own original content (usually writing). I am autistic, possess next to no ability to mask and don't intend to learn for anyone on the internet (sorry), queer, nonbinary (they/them only, please) and opinionated. I'm also an adult.

This blog is primarily SFW, but there may be some suggestive posts. If you are a minor, please consider that before following me (I won't take offense, promise). There won't be anything blatant, but I do reblog kink-positive things.

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Elden Ring

Final Fantasy XIV (there will be spoilers for all current patch content)

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I sometimes share horror-adjacent things; you will find gore and scary imagery here.

@astorichan and I admin a creative-focused Hollow Knight discord server, found here. 18+ only, please.

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I am not here to get into shipping arguments with you or anyone else. If you REALLY want my opinions, you can send me asks off-anonymous and I'll answer you candidly in private. I am not interested in discourse of this nature (I am too old and tired please).

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But if you want to know why, I wrote a long answer here.

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My main tag for writing is #ashe writes. You can find my more popular fics under #w&g, #red sky, #do not go gently, #ld, and #butterfly effect. Other stuff is probably randomly tagged because I am very bad at remembering the tagging system. Sorry.

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[amysubmits]

You mentioned that when you brought up the D/s relationship to your husband, you sent him articles about it. Do you remember where you found those articles? My husband and I have been married 14 years, and together 19. We had a very limited sex life in the past due to sexual trauma I had from my previous relationship. I always had very bad feelings towards sex and viewed it as something that just hurt and the sooner it’s over the better and you just have to get him off to be done.

It wasn’t until I started reading erotica novels about BDSM that I even changed my view on sex and had my first orgasm…3 years after being married (5 years after I first had sex). Now I have a much healthier relationship with sex and I can have multiple orgasms, multiple ways.

My husband is very Alpha and amazing at making sure I’m taken care of and he prioritizes me and my safety. We’ve always sort of had that D/s dynamic. But I really want to go deeper into it. He’s open to discussing it. I just don’t know where to start other than the stereotypical stuff you see everywhere. I almost wish we had someone that could guide us and I don’t know how to bring it up to him that he needs a much better understanding of it just from having no familiarity of how in depth the dynamic is. The thing I’m mostly drawn to is the psychological aspect of it and when the Dom knows what the sub needs and demands it, regardless if the sub is aware what he’s doing. Thank you for all your posts and putting everything out there for people wanting to expand from a long term vanilla relationship to a new D/s relationship!

Hi there!

I'm so sorry that you've had the traumatic sexual experiences that have made it harder for you to find your way with your sexuality - but it's so cool that you've managed to do so now! Mine was a bit different from yours it sounds like, but it took me a while to figure out my sexuality due to trauma as well.

As far as what I shared with CD when I was first sharing the concept with him...

I came across the idea of domestic discipline (aka DD) before we knew about 'regular' D/s. It took a while before I realized that DD is basically a form of D/s. There's often a lot more D/s content out there than there is DD, so being limited to just knowing to search for DD made it especially tough. But anyway, the articles that I found early on where all on DD sites. There was some DD site that had a forum that was most of what I used as a reference from what I recall, and that site has since shut down. It was already really inactive by the time I was finding it like 10 years ago. But another that I can recall looks like it's still up. That is

I also recall a blog that was called A Shrew Tamed but I can't seem to find that. I think it may have been a Wordpress or blogspot blog?

That's what I recall starting with, anyway. While I gained a lot of info from those sources, I remember feeling frustrated that I couldn't find anything that was "spot on" for what I wanted. There are plenty of non-sexist DD people out there, but DD does bring in the sexist people more than regular D/s does, so there's a lot of sexism that can get mixed into most of the content I was finding early on... and that was always really offputting to me, but at the time it was the closest I could find to what I wanted. So I'd just share stuff with Cd but then point out the parts that I disagreed with or whatever. And he sometimes had additional parts that he disagreed with. So we had to kinda patch together our own path using some ideas from others but then crafting the rest based on our own ethics and needs and so on. Which I thought was kind of 'wrong' at the time, but I'm so glad we did that rather than feeling like we had to copy some guidelines from someone else that weren't right for us.

It took a ton of talking to get started, and that was pretty uncomfortable for me at the time as my communication skills were pretty bad and I had a lot of shame wrapped up in all of this so it was hard to talk about. But, to do D/s safely, I really had to get to a place where I could talk about it pretty in depth and openly so in hindsight, I'm glad that we did push ourselves to do all that talking. It was needed. Some of what we had to explore in depth were what both of us were wanting to feel about different aspects of D/s, what things we thought would give us those feelings and what things we thought would definitely NOT give us those feelings. And then once we started, we talked about what we were doing all the time in the beginning. CD wanted to know how everything he did felt to me, and we tried to keep adjusting if anything didn't feel good or right.

It's great that you know that a big part of what you're looking for is for your partner to know your needs and to prioritize them. Most likely, making it possible for him to know your needs in different situations will require you to share your needs with him a lot for a long time so that he can learn the patterns of what you need. And I know that sucks because a lot of times when we want someone to know our needs, part of what feels good is them 'just knowing' without us asking or telling, but realistically, our partners can usually only learn our needs in extreme detail like that, if a lot of communication happens early on.

It sometimes feels like CD 'reads my mind' and 'just knows' things - but that's almost always because at some point in the past, we openly discussed that need in some way or another. It also helps that he is very observant of my behavior and reactions to things, so he notices if I have a positive or negative reaction to something that happens or is said, and he tries to catalog that for future use. But that alone wouldn't be enough for him to know my needs most of the time.

I wish I had some specific article to point you to that would be exactly what you want, but I don't know of one. I do know that there's lots of great content here on tumblr that you could maybe use to send to your partner with commentary about what sounds good about it and what doesn't sound so good about it, the way I did with those early articles years go. I have a tag on my blog #vanilla to D/s that I use to tag any content I write or reblog that I think would be of interest to people transitioning from vanilla to D/s. @cherishedproperty has some of the best d/s content on tumblr in my opinion. Off the top of my head, I believe @tinybitsubby and @cybister015 are two more blogs you can follow for vanilla to D/s experience. And there are lots of others that are just good D/s examples even if they aren't vanilla to D/s. I tag most reblogs with #other writers if you want to browse that to see other blogs I've reblogged from and check out their content.

Hope this helps! If you have any additional questions come up feel free to reach out again. Best of luck to you guys. :)

[pastelprince18]

✨🌸INTRO🌸✨

✨Hello their my beloved little fellas, I'm Pastelprince18 but you all can call me Ray [Nicknamed not real name]! I usually post my art weather being doodles, wips, sketches, paintings or finished pieces being fandom stuff or my own  projects [which is rare because I am so shy to share my very own content and don't know how people will act, maybe someday I will talk about it] I would appreciate if you do see my art anywhere to DM me and NOT harass anybody <:] , but if you do share my work PLEASE CREDIT ME!!I IT WILL ME A LOT TO ME /Gen✨

✨ Short Info✨

💖Ray [Perfered] , Raylin, Pastel

💖Adult

💖White Irish Puerto Rican

💖 Demi Girl [She/They/Her/Them]

💖Lesbian, Ace

💖Taken 

💖#Kbyeart is my arttag 

💖Self-Taught Artist 

💖Can Be a bit too talktive </3

💖Gamer [if you like to add me on switch lmk CLOSE FRIENDS ONLY!!

💖COMMISSION CHART HERE If intrested please dm on my platforms: Instagram, Tumblr, Discord, Deviant Art, and Twitter all under the same name :]

💖Can get anxious meeting new people either too shy or too excited 

⭐️Interests⭐️

🌸Mario Rabbids Series 

🌸Rabbids Invasion

🌸Cuphead

🌸Sanrio

🌸Spongebob 

🌸Mario.Bros 

🌸 Pastel, Hospital, Nostalgic Core Aesthetic 

🌸Carebears 

🌸Regular Show [Been a while but I still love it <33]

🌸Plushies 

🌸Pretty Blood 

🌸The Bad Guys 

🌸Happy Tree Friends 

🌸Rayman

⛈DNI⛈

Proshipper

Basic Racism,Bigots,Homophobics, Transphobic 

Art Thief

Discourse Accounts 

NFT’s Cryptic 

DDLGS 

Cringe Culture [Ya know the people who say “THATS CRINGE EW”]

You harass me or any of my friends/ mutuals. That is automatic block

Also Spamming inbox + Dms will be blocked 

Dream SMP Fans 

Fetish Artist 

Vizpop Fans

HH and HB stuff, I don’t wanna hear nothing of that shit, please block me or i’ll block you I don’t nothing to do with it or see it on my damn feed /srs

🍒BYF🍒

As stated before I do talk a lot, I usually ramble about my own HC, Oc Stuff, Ships, Ideas or even things I really enjoy from games, shows movies ect. I hope you are prepared on what I will share here. And just know it is for fun and I would love for ya’ll to also share your ideas <3 

I tend to have depressed episodes sometimes, if you do see me writing things on here mainly at night, its where I can show during that time since I feel bad for venting too much to friends. I feel bad even venting out just to let steam off, sorry for advance :’]

I open request when I feel like it weather being I am art blocked, have no ideas or no motvation. IT IS A RARE MOMENT, PLEASE DO NOT SPAM MY INBOX!!! IF I HAVE NOT DONE UR REQUEST I WILL GLADLY DO IT WHEN I AM FREE 

 Speaking of the first one. Do not spam inbox please, I have gotten that lately and I tend to get anxious or annoyed since I can't always answer stuff, I do have a job and I tend to get sidetrack, even if I am not in the best mental state please do not be on top of me, I do not like that.

My art takes quite a bit to post weather being a painting or digital art, I work 5 days a week and usually it drains me where I am at. usually cause of that my motivation drains fast. I know I say I promise to do things and I will keep that promise, even if its months too late I'll try to work on it <3

Thank you all for dropping by and hope to get to know most of you all :’]

[blitzy-arts]

Commissions Closed permanently. (Please read.)

Hello.

If you've missed what I've been posting on my other socials, I did forget to post about this on all my gallery sites, so here you go.

Yes, I am closing commissions permanently for the forseeable future. I'm struggling to sell slots, and I just can't handle the stress and sadness of it anymore. It's been nearly causing me to go into a mental health spiral. I can't afford NOT to do it as a second source of income, but at the same time, nothing is coming from it anymore, so I've decided to just save myself the hurt/stress of it all, and officially close.

I will still be doing Patreon rewards, and early access/exclusive content on my Patreon which you can find more info about there: https://www.patreon.com/blitzy_arts

But those will only be small headshot rewards. It will be the only way to get any art from me for any forseeable future. Otherwise, I may only accept commissions from a few regular/trusted clients and friends I've had over the years.

I will also hopefully be going back to my roots, and revisiting more human/humanoid art. I've been hyperfixated on BG3/Astarion lately, and will hopefully focus on doing fanart for that. I appreciate furries, and what they've done for me, and I will still always draw furries (specifically my own sona/bf's sona), but it's time I FINALLY get time to draw more things -I- want to draw, not JUST furries. I have so many other interests away from that, things I frankly care about more, and I want to express that, you know???

I hate that it's come to this, and I'm heartbroken, and things will be difficult going forward, but I appreciate the support I got in the time I've been doing this. Thank you to those who've commissioned me, and allowed me to run my little business.

And if I can just leave this with a few words: Please guys. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE be there for artists/your artist friends right now. With the economy being fucked, and AI trash replacing us, things are not looking good. Please support where you can, sometimes that just means sharing/retweeting your fave artists' work, commenting etc. This includes musicians, writers, actors etc. Support creative people, and their endeavors. It matters a whole lot.

Thanks.

[yuzu-all-the-way]

Hello! I just found out about hanyu yuzuru, so I guess that makes me a baby fanyu now haha, and I was wondering if you know any videos or sites of where to start to get to know about him more , thank you!!

Hi! I'm so happy you found out about Yuzu. It's unusual for skaters to gain new fans after they've gone pro. So, that's your first indication that Yuzu is a very unique skater and person.

(I strongly encourage people who see this post and have more resources to add, to either reblog or comment!)

Here's how I started to learn more about him:

1. Planet Hanyu - it's a forum that has a huge video archive (accessible if you sign up). There's a section called Yuzuru's journey with documentaries and interviews and competition footage + the new content after he retired. It's the most complete thing I can think of. There are also sections by year, competitions and ice shows.

However, the first step I took when learning about Yuzu was by reading this page from the forum: The Great Glittering Glossary. It's a comperehensive break down of lingo about Yuzu and it also helps you understand more about him.

I would also add Planet Hanyu's Twitter account - they make regular posts - and their #OnThisDay tag is very helpful to find vids and links with Yuzu content

2. The Yuzuru Hanyu wikipedia page. Yes. It's a very good, detailed resource, constantly updated, and very reliable. His page has the status of Good Article (see here what it means)

3. For more recent stuff (starting with 2019), I highly recommend the Axel with Wings blog. It's a team which works on providing subtitles and they also have some articles translated.

4. Frankly, the most important part for me, it's watching his competition programs - I watched on YouTube all his competitive programs at all competitions he participated. And what I could not freely find on YT because of geo-blocking, I found in the video archive of Planet Hanyu. The best way to understand his excelence, also, is to watch full competitions (or at least the group he participated in competitions). He will definitely stand out. But you can't gather info about him like this, except about his skating and how he expressed himself through it.

5. Google a lot. You find something in the Glossary that's unclear or a reference about an interview or something not linked, look it up. Chances are Google will spit out a Tumblr link that has fan-translations of content not available on the Planet.

6. His various ice show performances. Different from competitive programs (sometimes) and they allow Yuzu the freedom to express his artistry much more than competitions did.

I hope this helps. Learning about Yuzu is an on-going process, it never really ends. I began learning about him in February (shortly before the Beijing Olympics). Up until March/April, I was still finding "new" info. Even now, from time to time, there's old stuff about him that I find out - like yesterday I learnt he sometimes ate at McDonald's.

Keep an eye out on these Twitter accounts for fast translations of Yuzu content - this is not an easy way to learn about Yuzu since Twitter is a pretty messy place for archiving. Nevertheless, if you plan on keeping up with current content about Yuzu/featuring Yuzu, these accounts are great.

1) Marika

2) Lae

3) LGeorgin

4) SweetYuzu

5) Tsukiyomi

6) Sarah

7) This one is a bit more organized and recent: YuzuruHanyu_Eng

Update: ^YuzuruHanyu_Eng have set up a DaikyMotion acc to post from now on. Check their twt page for more info about the change.

(Also, curate your timeline very well - there are a lot of antis and sometimes drama that's better left out).

Of course, don't forget about Yuzu's YouTube Channel, opened on 7th August and also give him a follow on Twitter & Insta. News about his first self-produced solo ice show, Prologue, will be shared on those platforms (you can find the links on my pinned post).

I truly hope this helps and that you enjoy your journey as a Fanyu.

[laundrybiscuits]

WIP Weekend?

ETA: Asks now closed for WIP Weekend! Thank you everyone!

Tagged by @eriquin! I've never done one of these before but what the hell, I could use a little motivation to get back into writing. I don't foresee this being a regular thing so if you want to request stuff from me, now's the time to do it!

Rules, list, snippet, and additional info under the cut.

Rules from the original post:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

WIP list:

hazy cosmic jive

matchmaker fic (snippet below)

young man what do you wanna be

bake off (yes ok I'm putting this up for grabs!)

Eddie winces. “Please never say that again. And yeah, I’m just saying, right now we’ve got no solid proof either way, but the odds aren’t great.” “Okay, but sometimes it’s just about the person, right? Like, even if she’s never felt that way about another girl before, once she gets to know Robin, maybe there’s gonna be—you know. A spark.” Eddie drags the covers over his head so he can hide from this entire encounter. He’s not a saint, sure, but he’s not a bad person. He doesn’t deserve this.

Some additional guidelines I'm adding for me specifically: I'm a little busy this weekend so depending on how many asks I get, I might not respond to them right away; I'll be accepting asks until whenever I wake up on Monday morning (BST); anon will be on until then. No idea how many asks I'll get, but I'll do my very best to answer them all eventually.

This is very much not how I usually write, so I have no idea if it'll produce usable content. But hey, let's give this a try!

[grosskelly]

PINNED POST 2023

hello new people & current people alike, time for a slightly updated infopost as the internet crumbles around us!

i'm 42 and every year i will continue to age at the speed of regular time. i am an adult who creates content exclusively for other adults. if you are under 18 i have zero interest in your attention or your opinion! block me! if you ignore this warning (and the warnings below!), follow me, and get upset when you see something you knew was going to upset you, that's a problem of your own creation and i will block YOU if you complain. I'M NOT YOUR DAD. BLOCK ME & MOVE ON. I WILL CONTINUE BEING A WEIRD OLD FREAK UNTIL I DIE.

i like & create a variety of things including original stuff AND fandom stuff! i like cute stuff & i like absolutely vile stuff! i like traditional mediums and i like digital art! what i'm into shifts on the regular and if you prefer a more focused experience, this is not the webzone for you.

DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU DO NOT LIKE: eyes, holes, FLESH, tits, and teeth. generally, if body horror or nudity upsets you, following me will be an absolute nightmare! protect yourself! i'm also a creator of Explicit Filth elsewhere online, so if you're one of Those People who get the vapors if someone draws weird genitals or pretend violence whatever, know that i will besmirch your bizarrely curated purity if you linger near my very obvious stink lines. i don't do a ton of tagging because even my sfw work gets flagged sometimes due to my non euclidian shapes, but know that i DO adhere to the pathetic rules of this website and nothing actually explicit is posted here.

anons will never be turned on again because you weird slobbery children don't know how to behave normally. fyi: i am a normal person and exist irl! i buy groceries and say 'wow BIG stretch' to my dogs like everyone else. consider being normal to me if you decide to attempt interacting with me! i'd love that!!

i only post MY OWN STUFF on here (sole exception: i WILL reblog fanart of my own creatures!). it is a choice i made many moons ago and i'm stickin to it! i have a sideblog for reblogs & possibly more general chatter now that twitter is, as of this post, in literal flames. same rules apply there as they do here! i do not have focused interests and do even more minimal tagging there than i do on here. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN RISK. @sidebloggington

i'm always happy to share my process, digital brushes, or any other info you might want to know about how i make stuff! i know the tone of this post is pretty grouchy but i am a skittish little guy irl and i need to puff up real big to trick predators into leaving me alone. also i taste terrible, which i feel my vibrant markings express plainly.

[heavensentofficial]

INFO

This is an RP blog for the DOL AU of my OC Lettie/Lettice the Heavensent! Run by @degrees-of-fuck the thing the myth the absentee.

Major canon character relationship under cut for useful info just in case, but any and all interactions are welcome!Not necessary reading, but it's here and might inspire some interactions idk

Content warnings for more mentions of bloodshed n violence than is in game, references to and implications of religious abuse and most likely a whole lot of stalking.

Basic concept since she's less of a traditional PC and self explanatory than my other guys: OC that I ported over to DoL that ended up being a magic sheep thing that got thrown at the temple as a baby for Magic Baby Malevolence crimes. Magic Powers + Divine Connotation = Become a local "divine" being and have to deal with that public image and not slipping and letting anyone think you might actually be a demon instead. Also = being a sacrificial lamb/bloodbag on the down low, but she doesn't tend to post about that outside of hinting. She's also very sickly on account of Psychic Side Effects, Just Being Chronically Ill and the constant bloodletting.

JORDAN: Jordan is one of the few people at the temple that Lettie actually uhhhhh... Likes. They are probably terminally unaware of The Horrors, after all. She admires their charisma and the effect they have on others - and probably saw a lot of them growing up. As a rule, she's hiding 1000000 things from them at any given moment, generally for reasons for Not Rocking The Boat.

HARPER: Lettie is a Sickly Thing and a Cute Little Doll that needs her doctor to take care of her <:) It's just a shame the temple refuses to let Harper Keep her... (I think of my OCs, she's the one Harper would be fixated on, though frustrated by her inaccessibility relative to less... Known people.) As for her own side, Lettie despises them. Just... Very quietly. She acts sweet and compliant with them as with anyone else, occasionally looking for opportunities to mess with them. Gaslighter Combat.

KYLAR: Another member of the Lettie Fixator Club. another falls victim to her horrendous aura of Obsession Magnetism... Lettie is nice to Kylar consistently (After all, in her case, showing kindness to people others don't won't effect her specific reputation poorly) - but is always very careful not to let them get uh... Too close. (Because that WOULD.) Kylar feels like the only one that actually Knows her, but I think what they have in their head is just another false image of her. Her big eyes and tiny stature make her look just like one of their figurines and maybe, they hope, she can use her powers to help their parents.

SYDNEY: I think it's COMPLICATED for Lettie. Sydney's existence makes her paranoid, since if a human did appear to out-purity her, that feels like a risk of being re-categorized as a demon in her head. Corrupt Sydney, she'd find much easier to get along with - but I'm not sure yet how I specifically picture it. Despite this, I think the two would know each other relatively well, even if mostly through their shared connection to Jordan. But yeah. Lettie mostly avoids Sydney unless she has a Reason to approach. Sometimes does make a bit of an effort to keep them from having an aneurysm and dying/generally reaches out to them for appearance's sake lol.

IVORY WRAITH: oughghghgh the wraith... I really need to think of this more, but I think of my guys, Lettie would be the most likely to get possessed by it on a regular basis. Plus. Their shared religious Sacrifice type trauma... For MANY reasons, I think the wraith is the only DoL character Lettie would actually be into lmao. I ship it.

GWYLAN: I think they know and like each other : ) Lettie sneaks off into the woods sometimes to forage and I think they vibe with each other now and then. Plus, Gwylan has a way of coming quick when she gets mauled by wolves. Which is uh. A lot. (damned lamb...)

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[sylvainahyperfixation]

bro sometimes i get real confused about why so many people straight up hate minthara when they havent even TRIED her route. oh there's your answer right there. how could they like her when they have no idea what kind of person she is? also the fact that she's not fleshed out because of all the bugs, which is a damn shame.

and then there's also the reality some people live in that if you arent willing to commit war crimes for drussy (ugh, it's not like i didn't do it for this too but reducing a whole ass character to one sex scene is so disgusting) she's not "worth it". i would kill for larian to make her recruitable in a regular party because there's SO MUCH to her. i would wait years if it means there's as much content for her as there is for origin characters. and to the people who're gatekeeping her bc "if you cant handle being evil you dont deserve minthara" listen. fair. but i want more people to see her beyond The Sex Scene and The General Power Hungry Evilness. she's so much more than a one dimensional character a lot of people think she is and it's real obvious when they never take a look beyond her surface. but theyre willing to make excuses for Other Characters.

no shade on astarion lovers (and there are a lot of those) but what makes it so your traumatized horrible man is more worth exploring than my traumatized horrible woman? the level of devotion she exhibits to tav suggests that while she may disapprove of your actions she'll stand with you no matter what you choose (and honestly the bad ending proves that it's even to HER detriment, not that she knows that but there's an argument to be made for if you knew what would happen, would you still pick it? and therefore opportunities for character development). she's no less of a wonderful companion than all of the origin characters. in fact most people think wyll is bland af and yea, i agree. i romanced that guy in my first playthrough as astarion (which btw completely blinded me to what a Terrible Little Vampy Boi he actually is because i was the one making his choices) and i was like dude can this guy just be interesting. not that that's necessarily a bad thing...and wyll's probably the greenest flag companion there is because of how boring he is.

anyways my POINT is. all of our fucking companions are traumatized in some way and have a shady/sus past. why is minthara not worth "redeeming" (by this i literally mean i want to make her happy and not because i want to fundamentally break what makes her who she is, then i'd be no better than the absolute. but if you WERE to change someone it would be a slow and long process and there would have to be a lost of trust and openness, which from the way she's written i believe she's completely willing to share with tav by the end). i want to say this is because there's simply not enough content for her (and it's true) but also that just leads to the conclusion "my opinion of her is tbd because there's not enough info" and not "minthara evil therefore bad". but even with the content we're given if you think that her upbringing didnt completely fuck her over in a way that would take years and years to unlearn and heal from and That's Why She's Like That...not saying it's an excuse but it's a damn good reason. it's not that hard to recognize what makes a character good and the parts that you can poke and prod at to start making them question their worldview and also at the same time not be an apologist and be like "she did nothing wrong" (i would still say that ironically tho)

this has already been too long im just so fucking tired all the time of people who enjoy Other Terrible But Ultimately Redeemable characters and then turn around to slap a label on minthara when theyre formulaically the same because all of our companions are Problematic in one way or another. i guess some of them are just more palatable to you. i've also tried to keep this civil but i have So Many Words for astarion/shart/laezel enjoyers that dont have anything nice to say ab minthara. there's a reason those characters can make an actual party even if you slaughter the whole fucking grove

[grollow]

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[im-no-jedi]

I’ve been pondering why writing has gotten so difficult for me over the past few months, and I think I can break it down into several factors at this point

the first (and potentially biggest reason) is definitely burnout. or I guess betrayal. idk what term to use. but TBB season 2 literally stomped out the drive and passion I previously had while writing MLWTBB. not only did I become consumed with new ideas from all the new content, but Plan 99 straight up crushed me to the point where it’s been hard to return to the series in general. I used to rewatch an episode of the show at least once or twice a week. I rewatched the first season at least 7-8 times. the show was my entire life, literally. and now… I can honestly say, I haven’t rewatched most of season 2. outside of the first five episodes, “Retrieval”, and “Pabu”, I haven’t rewatched any other episodes. I’ve rewatched certain scenes for gif purposes, but that’s it. quite sad, really. I’m disappointed in myself 😞

another reason is loss of a proofreader for my stories. not gonna get into it, but there's currently only (1) person in the entire world who I trust to proofread my work, and they basically wanted a break from the position. and that hurt me more than I thought it would. I had someone regularly reading my stories and giving me feedback, which I needed. not because I had a ton of errors (although sometimes that's true LOL), but because I had a regular reader. someone who was frequently commenting and discussing my stories with me. and I sorely need that. as far as I know, I don't have any regular readers. I've discussed elements of my stories with other friends but... it's not the same. it's like infodumping about a TV show to someone who's never seen it. sure, I'm getting the info out, but when the other person has seen the content too, it's a much more satisfying feeling. I very much desire both validation and interaction in regard to my stories. I've gotten a few nice comments on some of my work before, but... nothing regular. I don't have any "fans" or anything like that. and... it genuinely sucks 💔

which leads me into my next point. which is something I used to tell myself, and I need to start telling myself again. at the end of the day, nobody will ever be as big of a fan of my stories as myself. I originally wrote MLWTBB for me and me exclusively. I literally only started sharing it publicly because Skylar asked LOL. it's easily become one of the highest achievements of my life, and it's nowhere near finished yet. I realized I started becoming more self-conscious about how I write since posting the series publicly, and I can see it in how I currently write compared to back then. that needs to stop. I'm never gonna get anything finished with that mentality. so I seriously need to adjust my mentality about it. I need to go back to August 2021 when I first started writing it and tell myself "idc if anyone else in the world sees this, I'm writing this story for me". so while I strongly desire (and in some cases, need) the engagement and validation from others... nobody else's opinion matters more than my own. and I too often forget that...

so how do I fix all this? well, the last point is pretty self-explanatory. the solution for that is simply to just write. doesn't matter if the quality is "good enough", I just need to get these dadgum stories out of my head and into concrete words. I think that'll help with the first point as well. writing out more of my interpretations of the characters I hold so dear should help deter from any negative thoughts about the current state of the canon (and hold me off until season 3 comes LOL). as for the middle point, I don't think there's much I can do about that, at least when it comes to MLWTBB. however, I've been planning on opening writing requests for literally weeks now, and I think now might be the time to actually do it. that way, I can at least get that feeling of validation for my writing that I so desperately desire.

one other point I think I need to address is entirely on my part, and it's in relation to the engagement factor. I fully acknowledge that more often than not, engagement on fiction is a two-way street. several of my friends and followers are writers themselves, and I see all the content they put out. but to be perfectly honest, I'm more of a writer than a reader. I'm extremely picky about all the content I consume, which means I don't often have the capacity to engage with fanfiction, no matter who's written it. heck, Ham's had a story I've been meaning to read for months now, and I just haven't ever been able to bring myself to doing it. it's nothing personal!! whoever the author is has literally nothing to do with whether or not I engage with something!! I just honestly, really and truly, am not much of a reader. I enjoy rereading my own stuff... and that's about it. although, I've been gifted stories before, and OMG I treasure those so much. but I think that's because those stories were written for me, as a gift, and all gifts are precious to me. so I guess I need to accept the fact that I probably won't get much engagement on my work simply because I don't engage with others. and that's ok. I'm not hurting anyone by doing this (although if this is a problem for you, please let me know, I don't wanna unintentionally insult or hurt anyone 🥺). and maybe someday, I'll actually get the bug up my butt to finally read the things I promised to read haha

so! all this to say, an attempt will be made to relight the writing spark within me so I can continue my beloved MLWTBB and potentially write some fun stuff for the people who request something from me. I've actually already written a thing for a friend as a test for my upcoming requests, and I can't wait to share that one 😁

writers block be damned!! I'm going to write and continue to write until my brain stops functioning. deal with it, Palpatine 😤

[thedilucharem]

“There’s No Way Master Diluc DOESN’T Have a Harem!” (The 20 Follower Special: Part I)

As of late, everyone in Mondstadt and their mothers have been taking notice of Diluc's new 'companions', and as such, these murmurs affect certain people accordingly. Naturally, chaos ensues.

Part II

(Also known as 'This is unintentionally the greatest inside joke of all time'.)

Note: It gets wild, as there is a copious amount of discussion concerning harems and their functions. Watch out, because different types of people have different types of opinions. Also, this and the next part was mostly written before the 2.8 event of ‘Hidden Strife’, so the new info concerning Diluc in particular isn’t really in play here.

One busy day, Charles was working his usual shift while two regulars sat in their usual spot with their usual drinks and their usual topic of conversation, which is usually alcohol.

Nelson: (takes a deep drink of wine) (satisfied) Ahh, good stuff! This year's brew's really good this time around, eh?

Payne: (knocks his tankard against Nelson's) Absolutely. It's the right kind of smooth with just the right amount of sweet. The brewmaster really knocked this one out of the park!

Nelson: (nods) Mhm! That Master Diluc really knows his stuff.

Payne: Ain't no doubt about that . . . (pauses) Speaking of which . . . you remember Devil's Rampage, right?

Nelson: (shudders) As one would remember a violent bout of the runs, yes. It wasn't my thing. Too sugary. (thoughtfully) The younger folks liked it a lot, but I really liked the Amber-Kissed Jade that came out at the same time.

Payne: Ehh, it was fine, but nothing to write home about. (wistfully) But that Salty Sea Breeze . . .

Nelson: (sighs with nostalgia) Oh yeah, that was definitely a drink to have at least once in your life. And with the salt, too!

Payne: I'd love it if he brought it back . . .

Nelson & Payne: Mmmmm . . .

The two of them share a contented silence.

Payne: Master Diluc really knows how to make them. But. (slowly) We can both agree that Shimmering Scales was a goddamn cup of diabetes, right?

Nelson: (nods quickly in agreement) Oh, absolutely.

Payne: The sweetness nearly killed my taste buds the day after.

Nelson: (rubs his jaw) I felt my tooth ache for the first time in about two years.

Payne: (decidedly) Was not a fan of that one.

Nelson: I still don't know how it sold out so quickly.

Payne: Maybe it’s just us. (laughs a little) The kids loved it though.

Nelson: (chuckles) Yeah, they were guzzling it like we do with wine, my kid included.

Payne: (shrugs) Then again, we’ll try just about any drink Master Diluc makes, won't we?

Nelson: (simply) Yup.

Charles was simply cleaning a table adjacent to the two men when he happened to overhear the start of some very interesting conversation.

Payne: (perks up, remembering something) And speaking of quality drinks! (leans closer to Nelson, whispering) A couple of buddies of mine in the alcohol business say that Dandelion's Honey is coming back for another brew!

Nelson: What, seriously? (excitedly) Hell yeah! (suddenly stops) But why? (confused) I thought that Dandelion’s Honey was a 'we're only doing this once and you'll never see it again' kind of thing.

Payne: I thought so too, but . . . (looks around, spots Charles and is calmed) (scoots closer to Nelson) (whispers) The more I think about it, the more it makes sense that certain things are uh, happening.

Nelson: (confused) (whispers back) What do you mean?

Payne: (low) You know, I don't gossip or do anything like that, but my wife and her friends talk at lunch every other day or two after their kids leave for school. Sometimes, I overhear a little bit of what they're saying, and this time around, I hear a thing or two - allegedly - about Master Diluc's more eccentric approach to certain . . . personal relations.

They’re not quiet. They think they’re being quiet, but they’re really not that quiet. 

Nelson: (raises his eyebrows, curious) Meaning?

Payne: (strokes his beard) Well . . . it's kinda happening around the same time the guys are talking about Dandelion's Honey coming back.

Nelson: (squints, confused) Payne, those are two very different things that really have no business going together-

Payne: (shushes him) Listen! I thought the same thing as you when I heard it the first few times, but about two weeks ago in the evening when you left for home and Master Diluc was working the bar, I was about to leave too when the most intimidating woman I've ever seen in my life walked in like she owned the damn place. 

Nelson: (disbelieving) Mhm.

Payne: (starting) She looked like she could tear you apart with her bare hands, had a giant sword strapped to her back. A really big eyepatch on the left side of her face. (shudders) Truly a scary woman.

Nelson: (flatly) And?

Payne: She goes up to the bar and then starts getting friendly with Master Diluc. Real friendly. And when she goes to order and pay for her drink . . . (hisses) he says that the drinks are on the house!

Nelson: . . . really? So what if they were on the house?

Payne: (protests, getting out of his seat and leaning closer) Nelson, when have you seen anyone, from that Sister from the Church, to the Knights, and even to that bard with his tab, get drinks for free?

Nelson: (leans back into his chair) Maybe she paid a tab in advance.

Payne: (looks at him intensely) Who pays for fifteen drinks in advance? And also, I ain’t never seen someone get that close to him like that. Not once. 

Nelson: (heavily skeptical) So you really think that she's paying him with . . . something else?

Payne: (nods eagerly)

Nelson: (rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs) Please. If there's anything he's seeing to that way, it's his work. He hardly has eyes for anything else, really! (concerned) I feel you've had a bit too much to drink, Payne.

Payne: (suddenly sits back down, takes a deep long drink) (looks Nelson straight in the eye, deathly quiet) Then explain the three men that get free drinks as well.

Charles regrets being within earshot of this.

Nelson: (confused) Who are you even talking about? (throws his hands up) They must be night drinkers, cause I ain’t never seen ‘em around here or anywhere else in Mond before.

Payne: (insistent) Remember hearing about the Snezhnayan that got blacklisted from every tavern (coughs) except this one (coughs) and the two guys that went up Dragonspine?

Nelson: (incredulously) Them? (scoffs) You’re kidding. As if Master Diluc would know, let alone associate with people who are that stupid. 

Payne: (protests) I’ve seen them all in here with Master Diluc and they all get their drinks for free, I swear!

Nelson: . . . okay, yes, but-

Payne: (worked up) No, you listen to me! How in the everloving hell is he, Master Diluc, gonna have a guy that looks like he could kill you with only his eyes, another guy whose voice has people falling to their knees in the streets, a pirate who could crush someone's skull with her biceps, and a man literally larger than life get free drinks from him-

Nelson: (shushes him) Are you hearing yourself, man? You can't seriously be telling me that they're all paying him with sex?

Payne: (crosses his arms and exhales sharply) You said it yourself earlier! A man like him is dedicated to his work all the time, but as such, it only makes sense that he's just as focused if not moreso when it comes to his pleasure. (lowers his voice) And I'm not one to judge as this is the City of Freedom, but the big horned one in that fit of his practically looks like the type to give him that!

Charles really regrets being within earshot of this.

Nelson: (blinks once) (tiredly) Okay, that's a lot. (drinks heavily, before saying) (attempts) Payne, haven't you considered that . . . they're his friends?

Payne: (deadpans) When was the last time anyone in Mond has seen or talked about him doing anything other than work?

Nelson: (sighs heavily) Well, he certainly isn’t known to socialize or whatever. (freezes) (snaps his fingers) Wait just a minute . . . pfft. 

Payne: (cocks his head to the side) Huh? 

Nelson: (thoughtfully) You might have a bit of a point after all! I just remembered something.

Payne: (simmers down a bit) What?

Nelson: So . . . remember that time Master Diluc was gone for like six months for business?

Payne: (hesitantly) Yeah, yeah I do. It was a pretty big deal to the Wine Guild.

Nelson: Well, we both know that he doesn't half-ass anything, as we do drink all of his brews. We wouldn’t be drinking them if they weren’t the best of the best.

Payne: (chuckles lightly) Yeah, I can drink to that. (raises his tankard)

Nelson: So why would he do that with anything else?

Payne: . . . What's your point? (takes a drink)

Nelson: (confidently) There's no way that he would pay for something he'd get regardless anyway!

You know that point in your thought process where there’s a clear feeling in the depths of your subconsciousness telling you to turn back? He just ignored it.

Payne: (spits out his drink) (quickly) Nelson, you're drunk-

Nelson: (holds his hands out) No, no not that, Payne! Six months away on a trip to Liyue and then Inazuma? If what you’re saying is even half right, then he was probably tending to them with the same level of care that he does with his business dealings. (suggestively) He is practically married to his work, isn’t he?

Payne: (eyes widen slightly) So he's giving away drinks out of (chokes) love?

Nelson: (claps his hands together) You said it yourself, Payne! You work harder, you play that much harder, and he is no exception to that. (shrugs) It is the City of Freedom and I personally have never heard of it being illegal to love or marry more than one person. 

Payne: (mouth slowly opens) He has . . . a . . .

Nelson: Harem? Yes. Allegedly. (pauses, then blinks) (blearily whispers to himself) I really just logicked myself through that.

Payne: (jaw properly drops) (weakly) It makes too much sense . . . (puts his head into his hands) By Barbatos, my wife and her friends are starting to make sense . . .

Nelson: (yells across the room) Charles, another round! (numbly) We need it.

Charles: (briskly walks over) (slams two bottles of wine on the table) Have those. On the house. (quickly walks away)

As the two men rejoice in their new-found luck and gladly talk about the two bottles of wine, Charles contemplates asking for time off and a large drink to forget what he just heard while a small green-clad bard in the far corner of the space chuckles to himself, amused. 

Venti: (giggles to himself) Out of all the things Mondstadt can come up with, it had to be that . . . (takes a long drink of his wine) (snorts loudly) If Master Diluc having a harem is what brings that lovely Dandelion's Honey back for a season or two, then so be it! (dissolves into gut-wrenching hysterics)

Funny enough, at around the same time in the chamber in Favonius Cathedral, a few nuns chat about strange rumors that they've heard throughout the day.

Victoria (ponders) I never took a Ragnvindr to be a purveyor of polygamy, let alone have a harem.

Jilliana: (chides) Come now, Sister Victoria. I don't know where you heard such a baseless rumor, but I'm sure that the man does not have a harem.

Victoria: (tartly) I hear truly vile things in the confessional booth, Sister Jilliana. I know what people are like and it does not surprise me whatsoever that this is entirely possible. It has happened in the past, no?

Jilliana: (considers) Yes, it has, but Master Diluc does not seem like the type from what I've heard about him.

Victoria: (cynically) That's how it starts at first, but then, slowly but surely, you see them for the sinners they are.

Barbatos, take the wheel.

Jilliana: Even if he has a harem to begin with, which I highly doubt, are you suggesting that a harem is against our Lord Barbatos and his will, Sister Victoria? There's nothing that says it outright, is there?

Victoria: (coldly) Is it not enough that the nobles of old indulged in such base and decadent activities while the whole of Mondstadt suffered such grief under the loss of their freedom as they did so with ceaseless abandon and not a care in the world? And as such, does that not make it a sin in itself?

Grace: (walks up to them, protesting) Goodness gracious, you two! As much as I can see where the both of you are coming from, what is it to say that this is even something we need to worry ourselves about! (definitively) If this matter is up to so much debate, then pray to our Lord Barbatos as to allow it to be revealed unto us.

Jilliana: (gratefully) Amen.

Victoria: (neutrally) Praise Barbatos for that.

Grace: Now, I believe that there is something we ought to be preparing for in a few days' time, so I suggest that we deal with some of that first to get a head start.

Victoria & Jilliana: (nods in agreement)

Grace: Speaking of which, have any of you seen Sister Rosaria anywhere?

Jilliana: (shakes her head apologetically) I'm afraid not, Sister Grace.

Victoria: (plainly) Could we have seen her anywhere, Sister Grace?

Grace: (sighs) I suppose you do have a point. Well, come along.

As the three women leave, the nun in question peaked out from behind a pillar and quickly left the cathedral proper, hopefully before anyone managed to catch up and drag her back.

Rosaria: (chuckles to herself as she muses) Master Diluc Ragnvindr with a harem . . . (shakes her head mirthfully) How ridiculous. And yet, it's not beyond the realm of possibility . . . (holds back her laughter) How'd people come to that conclusion-

Barbara: (seemingly out of nowhere) Sister Rosaria!

As if Barbara would let her slip away that easily.

Rosaria: (groans internally) (coldly) What do you want?

Barbara: (cheerfully) You know we have that special service, right? Sister Grace wants all of us to pitch in and-

Rosaria: (looks her in the eyes) Why did you think I would care if I didn't even bother to show up to begin with?

Barbara: (stutters a bit) But-

Rosaria: (sighs) Look. They probably need you to help out as the Deaconess or whatever, so you should get going on that instead of wasting your time on trying to get me to do it.

Barbara: (begins to protest before sighing) I suppose you're right. (suddenly perks up) Also! What about Master Diluc were you talking about earlier?

Rosaria: (deadpans) Barsitobas is completely okay with polygamy, but it’s not like he could sustain one marriage successfully, let alone more than that.

Barbara: (shocked) . . . what?

Rosaria: (walks off, saying) You heard what I said. (waves dismissively) You’d best get going to that special service you were talking about.

Barbara: (watches Rosaria leave, frozen) (blinks once) (mutters to herself) Sister Rosaria isn't wrong about polygamy, really . . . but what does Master Diluc have to do with it? (walks off in a thoughtful daze)

A few hours after that in the Grandmaster's office at the Ordo Favonius Headquarters, Jean happens across a strange letter on her desk while she, Lisa, and Kaeya are trying to file the paperwork for Klee's most recent bout of public damages.

Jean: (scribbling something on a pad before sticking it onto a pile of documents) Alright, those are all done. (looks at the other, bigger pile in front of the other one) (sighs) And this still has to be done.

Lisa: (stares at said bigger pile) Oh dear. (yawns) Just looking at all that paperwork is enough to make me wanna take a nap.

Kaeya: (sorting through a swathe of documents on the ground) (tuts) Honestly, why does the Logistics branch needs all of this paperwork anyway?

Lisa: (stretches in her chair) You'd be better off asking the angry merchants that had to reroute their trading caravans. (looks at the clock, then turns to Jean) I think we've been at this for long enough to allow for a break, don't you think, sweetheart?

Jean: (grumbles while looking at a piece of paper) We haven't even gotten through half of this paperwork yet. (looks at the clock as well) Mm. (ponders and sighs) I suppose a small break would be alright . . .

Kaeya: Ah, thank goodness! (dramatically flops onto the ground, scattering a few papers) I thought my other eye was going to fall out.

Jean: (exasperated) Sir Kaeya, was that really necessary? (gets up to start collecting the scattered papers) Now I have to rearrange them all again . . . (spies a letter) Hm? What's this?

The letter, previously buried in the paperwork, is stamped with a wax seal, one with her family's crest pressed on it.

Jean: (shocked) Huh.

Lisa: Hmm? (sees the letter) (hums coyly) I see, I'll get the tea started. (gets up and leaves the room in a hurry)

Kaeya: (teasing) Oooh, what is it? (rolls into a sitting position) Anything interesting?

Jean: (confused and somewhat flustered) I honestly don't know. I almost never get letters with this stamp on them unless it's for very important matters.

Kaeya: (gets up and stretches, audibly cracks some of his spine) Mmm. (curious) Do you think it has anything to do with the state of the Knights as a whole?

Jean: (shakes her head definitively) No. This is most certainly concerning my clan and immediate family.

Kaeya: (walks over and peers over her shoulder) Well what are you waiting for? We are reading this, aren't we?

Lisa: (comes in with a teapot floating next to her and carrying a few saucers and cups delicately in her hands) Now, now, Sir Kaeya, I believe that matters of this kind are best discussed over a nice cup of tea. (lays out the saucers and cups on a free space on Jean's desk)

Kaeya: (raises his eyebrow in Lisa's direction) Are you implying that we may need it?

Lisa: (laughs lightly as she pours the tea) Why of course!

After a few moments in which the tea is prepped, poured, and sampled, Lisa and Kaeya huddle around the respective sides of their Grand Master as Jean breaks the seal on the envelope and opens the letter.

Jean: (muttering and scanning the letter) Okay, that makes sense . . . yes things are fine . . . wait. (pauses, then rereads) (reddens suddenly with shock) What?!

Lisa: (places a hand over her own mouth) (raises her eyebrows scandalously) Oh my, Master Jean. Who'd have thought that this would be of interest to your family?

Kaeya: (rereading the damning lines over and over again) Pfft. (ducks his head down, shaking with disbelieving laughter)

Jean: (still red, confused) I . . . I don't even know what to think right now.

One line in particular reads: "While I understand that this suggestion may be unorthodox to you, I would very much like you to consider this possibility for the sake of Mondstadt in the future. Perhaps you would become one of the more popular consorts as you know him best. Regardless, I believe that becoming a member of his harem isn't the worst idea in the world."

Lisa: (slowly) Dear, are you alright? You look like you're about to fall over.

Kaeya: (barely recovering) Jean? (waves his hand in front of Jean's face) Are you still with us?

Jean: (blinks before covering her face with her hands) (muffled) Mother said it was for the sake of Mondstadt . . . but what in the fresh hell . . .

Lisa: Hmm, I think you may need some time to process, don't you think?

Jean: (weakly, still muffled) Did Barbara get the same letter too? (lifts her head, her face a lighter pink) Klee blows up another mountaintop and now this too . . . (sighs deeply)

Lisa: (gently tugs Jean out of her seat) Mmm, I think you can leave that for a little while, dear. (leading her out the door) Maybe you can settle down and have your first proper meal of the day, yes? 

Jean: (nods complacently, temporarily incapacitated in the mind) That sounds good right now. 

Lisa: I thought so. (turns towards the clock) Oh, and would you look at that, it’s almost time for lunch! 

Kaeya: (musing) So it is. (stretches his back) I’m in the mood for something filling. Perhaps some pizza from Cat’s Tail?

Lisa: (nods) That sounds delicious right about now. What say you, dear?

Jean: (more lucid than before) Sure.

Lisa: Alright then! (gently shoves her out the door) You can go ahead and go on ahead of us. We’ll be right along in a few moments.

With a remarkably uncharacteristic lack of resistance, Jean actually goes on to do just that, leaving Lisa and Kaeya alone in the office. 

Lisa: (turns to Kaeya) That was a very interesting thing to hear at this point in the day, don’t you think?

Kaeya: Hmmm. (grabs the letter and looks through it again) I knew that the rumor mill was at work as of late, but this is certainly beyond my expectations. (examines the letter closely) The letter doesn’t look fake. (hands the letter to Lisa) 

Lisa: (takes the letter, closely examining it) There’s no enchantments or anything of that nature that I can sense. (shrugs) For all intents and purposes, it’s legitimate.

Kaeya: (thoughtfully) I can’t say that I saw something like this coming. I mean, come on, Lisa. Really? A harem? It even sounds ridiculous to say out loud!

Lisa: (puts her free hand over her mouth, trying not to giggle) I mean, you do remember that one case with the hermit on the outskirts of town? It’s not outside of the realm of possibility. 

Kaeya: (cryptically) So it would seem . . .

Lisa: (folds the letter and sets it down) I genuinely don’t know what to make of this.

Kaeya: That makes two of us. (pats his belly) Mmm, I’m starving. I’m think I’ll go and grab myself a slice or two. 

Lisa: (nods in agreement) Me too. Besides, there’s no use in pondering this on an empty stomach anyway.

As Lisa turns to leave, Kaeya deftly nabs the letter from the desk and tucks it into his coat, making it seem as he simply forgot to note something down in the paperwork, only to act under the pretense of quickly catch up with Lisa and striking up idle chatter on their way to Cat’s Tail.

Meanwhile at the Dawn Winery, Diluc himself sits in front of a running fireplace, sorting through his mail.

Diluc: (to himself) A business proposal . . . (sets it aside) another business proposal . . . oop. Marriage proposal. (casually tosses it into the fireplace) Another marriage proposal from the same guy? Tch. (throws that into the fireplace) 

If you think this is a lot, it’s nothing compared to the spam that the servants have to sort through first. After that initial pile is cleared, Diluc notices a crisp, clean letter with a seal on it.

Diluc: Hmm? (looks at the letter) (holds it up to the light) Huh. (opens the envelope) What would the Lawrence Clan want to do with me? 

He reads the letter. He blinks once, twice. Then he slowly crumples up the letter in his hand, his Vision’s heat setting the paper alight in his grasp until it is naught but embers gently floating away. 

Diluc: (gets up from the plush chair, briskly walking towards a desk of sorts) (under his breath) The audacity of these people and their customs- (gets a paper and quill and sits at the seat at the desk) (flushed an overwhelming beet red) Is this some kind of joke?

After stewing for the better part of an hour and ruminating over what he had just read, a portion of Diluc’s response to the letter would read: “I will have to decline this offer as I am most certainly not accepting ‘applications’ or anything of the sort, nor is there any ‘selection process’ involved with anything in relation to having a harem as I can assure you wholeheartedly that I do not have a harem.”

Diluc: (gets up from the desk and walks over to the chair he was in previously) Hmph. (seals his letter in an envelope with wax and sets it aside to the letters to be taken out for mail) How ridiculous.

As the day progresses, Diluc tries to forget that he ever read the letter to begin with and does his best to not think of if this absurdity had reached the ears of others, as he was to take the night shift. Unfortunately for him, it had managed to reach the last person that he wanted it to, and she feels the exact same way.

Back at the Ordo Favonius headquarters, Amber attempts to console a thoroughly vexed and angered Eula Lawrence.

Amber: (visibly concerned) Eula-

Eula: (angrily sets the crumpled letter onto her desk) The absolute nerve of this! (furiously) The Lawrence Clan seeks to try and welcome me back in just to marry me off to some suitor for the sake of ‘the greater good of the family’? (sneers) Hah! (hisses under her breath) My goodness I’m so mad, I think I could spit right now.

Amber: (hesitantly) Eula . . . 

Eula: (darkly) Oh, I will not have any simple ‘vengeance’ for this egregious smear against my character and continuously tarnished reputation. No, I will have my retribution. (stops her rant) (closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath in and out) I haven’t even read the vile thing in it’s entirety. (hangs her head)

A beat of uncomfortable silence follows, Amber then taking a deep breath and crossing the space between her and her friend, placing her hand on her shoulder as a sign of comfort.

Amber: (worried) Hey, Eula? 

Eula: (quietly) Yes?

Amber: Are you alright?

Eula: (sighs) I apologize for that outburst. (bitterly) I am to be composed and level-headed at all times. (harsh laughter) This is unbecoming of me-

Amber: (gently) Hey, you don’t need to be sorry or anything. I didn’t ask what you thought about it, I asked if you were alright.

Eula: (looks toward Amber) (shakes her head) No, no I am not. 

Amber: (sees the letter out of the corner of her eye) Mmm. (starts to rub Eula’s back) You know, it’s perfectly okay to get worked up over something. In fact, I get worked up over things too! You know how I can get telling you about certain things, right?

Eula: (nods in agreement) 

Amber: And I always feel better after. So let me return the favor! (pats her back comfortingly) I’m all ears and ready to hear about my good buddy’s troubles and do the best I can to help you. (sincerely) I’m listening.

Don’t worry, you’re not the only one. This is making me feel something too.

Eula: (takes a deep breath and finally relaxes) It’s just . . . I’m the one that left and then they disowned me afterward. It doesn’t make any logical sense for my family members to simply take me back. Not that I’m going back anyway.

Amber: (hums in thought) 

Eula: (shrugs) Things of this nature have happened in the past in my clan’s history, but it was usually for estranged relatives and distant family members with whatever bloodline they had. Never for something like this. 

Amber: Okay . . . so did they say why do they want you back exactly?

Eula: (furrows her brows) I didn’t finish reading that part of the letter, but I do know that they want me to participate in an arranged marriage, which is detestable in of itself.

Amber: (frowns at that) I definitely agree with you on that. You should marry whoever you like! (quickly adds) Or not, you don’t have to get married at all! (exasperated at herself) Ugh. What I’m saying is that it should be your choice. 

Eula: (nods in agreement) Yes. (looks at her fondly) As I am personally feeling much better now, make no mistake that I shall repay this act one hundredfold.

Amber: (grins brightly) Great! (gives her an affectionate side-hug) I’m glad that you feel better! (looks toward the letter) So . . . do you wanna read the rest of this letter together then or leave it alone?

Eula: (tenses, then relaxes at the physical contact) (hesitantly) I would like to see if I could get through the rest of it. I have the funny feeling that context will matter in this particular case. (sits down and picks up the letter)

Amber: (drops the sidehug only to peek at the letter over her shoulder) Okay, let’s see here . . .

The rest of the letter effectively reduces Eula to a state of quiet shock.

Amber: (blinks) (quickly rereads the letter again) (candidly) Eula, this has to be some sort of joke or something. (disbelieving laugh) There’s no way that this is real.

Eula: (looks numbly ahead) It’s very real, unfortunately. Which is precisely why (nimbly plucks the letter from Amber’s hand) I never got the letter in the first place.

Amber: (immediately confused) Huh? But you-

Eula: (gets up from her seat, folding the letter) I’m going to take this and go to Angel’s Share tonight. (plainly) Depending on who or what started this utter nonsense, I may or may not have my due vengeance upon them all.

Amber: (skeptically) I dunno . . . this still seems pretty fishy to me. I mean, come on! Who in their right mind would genuinely believe that and who would have said it to have so many people just accept it like that? 

Eula: I don’t know, but I’m going to get to the bottom of it. (chuckles darkly) The whole of Mondstadt, enthralled by a rumor that sounds reasonable out of the mouths of the right people . . . how laughable.

Amber: (sighs heavily) I can’t even really wrap my head around this . . .

Eula: (frankly) And you don’t have to. (haughtily lifts her nose in indignation) Anyone that believes that I would willingly bind myself to the heir of the Ragnvindr clan clearly have no idea what they’re talking about.

As the day fades into evening, the setting of Angel’s Share is primed and ready for quite the show as the playing characters cast prepare to descend upon the stage and give one of the most compelling performances of their lives in hopes of answering one burning question: 

Does Diluc Ragnvindr actually have a harem?

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Yes, your eyes do not deceive you. This is only the first part. To be fair, it got derailed and long relatively quickly because as some of you know, I have no self control. From where I was before I made the split, this was well over 10k, and as I went on, I found that this had become two distinct acts, so I treated it accordingly.  

Stan Nelson & Payne, the real MVPs of this special. NPCs in general deserve more love.

Okay, look, I don’t know why it is that in my mind Eula deserves nothing but good things and happiness! Don’t ask me where the hurt/comfort is coming from because your guess is as good as mine. I genuinely hope that the characterization of Eula opening up and dropping her usual demeanor just a tiny little bit with her best bud was good because that’s one of my favorite parts I wrote.

I feel like Kaeya’s characterization is always gonna be a little ‘ehh’ anyway. I’m no good at sussing out half-truths in real life and here I am trying to write them LMAO. Lisa is Lisa and Jean is perpetually Tired™ so take that as you will.

And to be honest, I understand that Diluc keeps a good majority of his mail in canon, but why would he keep proposals when that’s the furthest thing from his mind at the moment? It’s not like the families are going to just stop existing relatively anyway and decide to not bother him. They’re pretentious pricks that way. 

Also, after I made the announcement of this little thing, I went from 20 followers to 26! So thanks for stopping by and I hope you had a great time with what I’ve wanted to write for quite a while now.

[lieutenantselnia]

So, I figured I could maybe do one of these intro posts as well ...

About me :)

That's me:

My name is Alexandra, I'm female and mainly use she/her pronouns, however I think I'm also okay with they/them.

I'm legally an adult, even though I still often can't quite believe that yet (my exact age is in my bio because I would probably forget to update it in this post).

I speak German and English fluently, I also know a little Spanish. I have an interest in learning new languages, so far I've started to learn tiny bits of Russian, Japanese, Scottish Gaelic and Welsh!

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My blog:

I originally made this blog mainly to post my art, however over time it turned a bit more into a selfship blog. Nowadays I post/reblog mostly selfship art and imagines/writing, but also "regular" stuff from fandoms that I like, and occasionally just some random memes or cute/funny things.

Some fandoms I'm in (more or less, I'm usually not super active in the sense that I engage a lot with other people - I'm sometimes kinda shy to approach/interact with new people - , but I enjoy these franchises): Star Wars, Hogan's Heroes, Phineas and Ferb, Warrior Cats, Pirates of the Caribbean, various cartoons and animated series (Gravity Falls, Amphibia, Trollhunters, The Dragon Prince, The Penguins of Madagascar, ...) and probably some more that I'm currently forgetting about xD Feel free to ask about them!

I selfship mainly for fun and for comfort, to me it's a kind of selfcare/selflove. I generally feel comfortable with sharing f/os, especially the ones that I'm not very focused at right now. However, I might not interact much with someone who has headcanons about them that heavily contradict with mine or just makes me somehow uncomfortable. Otherwise feel free to interact so we can gush about them together^^

You are allowed to reblog everything unless stated otherwise!

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Tags I use to keep my blog organised (or at least attempt to):

#selniasart - my own art

#selniaswriting - my own writing, will probably be mostly x reader stories, headcanons or f/o imagines

#selniasoriginal - any other form of original content that doesn't fit into the categories above (memes etc.), basically anything that's not a reblog

#others' creations - art or writing made by other people

#asks for selnia - as the name says, any asks that I get

In theory I also have tags for my main f/os (mentioned in the f/o section), however I'm really not sure yet if I'm going to use them consistently or just stick to the character's names.

Also just fyi I started implementing my tagging system in February 2023, so most things before that (except my art) are unfortunately not tagged systematically!

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Self shipping:

I have made a carrd for any information related to my self ships. This includes an overview of my fictional others, a short description of my self-inserts, as well as an introduction to their relationships. I have only started making it in summer 2023, and it's still a work in progress as more info will be added over time.

My self-insert is usually called Selina (or variations thereof, like Selena), I have different versions of her for different universes. I don't mind if you use her name to refer to me as well.

"Disclaimer": My taste in fictional characters doesn't reflect my taste in real-life people (especially in regards to their age, since most of them are a lot older than me), also many of them are villains/have done questionable things and I wouldn't support their actions in real life.

Current main f/os:

Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (2nd Dimension) [Phineas and Ferb] | Tag: f/o: 🚂

Hector Barbossa [Pirates of the Caribbean] | Tag: f/o: 🏴‍☠️

Davy Jones [Pirates of the Caribbean] | Tag: f/o: 🐙

The Horned King [The Black Cauldron] | Tag: f/o: 💀

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DNI:

Basic things that you find in pretty much everyone's DNI criteria like racists, neonazis, religious extremists, LGBTQ-phobes, pedophiles, zoophiles etc., I think you know the drill. If you are any of these or otherwise a problematic and gross person please stay away. Basically just don't be an asshole or be unnecessarily hateful/harmful towards people who just want to exist in peace. (Also I'm not too familiar with the whole "pro-shipping" debate or what the exact definition of it is, but I'd rather not interact with adults who ship with children characters, or people who glorify/romanticise topics like pedophilia, incest, abuse etc.)

Other than that I don't really have any specific criteria, but if you're hateful against selfshipping or shame people for having "cringe" interests, this might not be a place for you either.

All in all, as long as you're a decent person you're welcome to stay, I'm really just here to have fun and talk about my favourite characters :)

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Additional info:

Most of the stuff I post/reblog is suitable for general audiences, and I generally don't mind people of any age following me (unless maybe you're under the age of 13, but then you shouldn't be on Tumblr anyway).

However I won't completely exclude posting/reblogging adult content, but I will try my best to tag it appropriately with tags like "nsfw", "nsft", "explicit", "spicy", "suggestive" and the like. If you don't want to see these things, I suggest blacklisting these tags, especially if you're a minor. For my own posts, I will also always put a "read more" link and a warning before the actual content, so it isn't right in your face and you can decide on your own if you want to look at it or not. [By now I do have a dedicated side blog for adult self ship content as well. I'm a little secretive about it, but I tend to share the @ every once in a while.]

I also have a roleplay side blog for my Pirates of the Caribbean OC/self-insert: @selenafinley-rp Feel free to follow there too! :)

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My other social media:

Instagram (most active) | DeviantArt | Twitter | Artfol

I may edit this post in the future in case I feel like there needs something to be changed.