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sprout-fics · 7 months

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Rotes Mädchen: Chapter 6

(Werewolf! König x Red Riding Hood! Reader)

(Art by the lovely @zwienzixes)

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Word count: 4.2k Rating: MDNI, Explicit Tags: Werewolf! König, Fairytale AU, Monster Hunters TF141, Traditional German Fairytale setting, World Building/Lore, F! Reader, Sexual tension, Slow burn, Domesticity, Literal sleeping together, Bed sharing, Angst/Comfort, Fluff, Soft smut, Love confessions, Bonding bites Warnings: None

You're running.

Through the woods, under the full yellow moon. It hangs heavy in the sky, obscured by ink-black clouds that roll past the distant glimmering stars. The chill of the Hunter's moon crawls deep into your veins, escapes from your chest with every gasping, fogging breath of air. Your legs pump under you, boots colliding with the soft earth as you desperately hurl yourself further into the forest. Thorns snag at your crimson cape, and you yank it free, the scarlet fabric torn to ribbons as you flee.

A lachrymose howl cuts through the sky, shudders the trees around you. You pause just long enough to listen, to try and discern the impossible direction of the sound. It echoes all around you, engulfing you, unable to be stifled with the roaring hunger that craves for your flesh.

A scream then, but not yours. It curdles in your veins, shrieks high against the heavens, and you know the sound of the voice before your own call cries out desperately through the mist.

"KÖNIG!"

A scream again, and this time of pain. You throw yourself towards it, duck and weave through the trees and call once again for your friend, chest cracking with terror. Yet Konig's voice merely echoes out to you in a desperate attempt to ward you away.

"Rotty!! Rotty RUN!!"

Heedless of his warning, you skid to a stop in a small clearing just as the clouds reveal the full, haunting light of the golden moon.

König is splayed on his back, his mask torn, arms crossed in a vain bid to shield himself. Atop him towers a creature made of shadows, a massive form that summons every inch of fear in your form to a blaring instinct.

Run. Run. Run.

"ROTTY!" König calls, and his hand reaches for you- a plea, a warning, you aren't sure. You want to reach for it, haul him to safety, but the monster before you merely lifts its blood streak muzzle towards the sky, stands on its hind legs so it towers taller than the trees. The howl seems to crack apart the sky, fragment the tender edges of your soul in primordial horror.

You can't move.

König reaches for you again, and the warning he calls out to you is muffled by the thunder of your heartbeat. You catch his eyes, his gaze bright with fear. Gone are the soft green irises that speak to you with warm familiarity, replaced down with an eerie, glowing, gleaming gold that mirrors the light of the moon above.

The werewolf crouches low over his form, opens its gleaming fangs to slowly seize against König's throat. A killing bite, not yet pressing down. König watches you helplessly, an arm still stretched out as if to graze against the tattered remains of your crimson cape.

"Rotty."

Yet the sound comes not from his mouth, but from the jaws of the creature who holds him. You turn your horrified gaze to it, meeting moss green eyes eclipsed by drowning black pupils that suck you down.

"Rotty."

The wolf's jaws snap shut.

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You awake with a gasp, body bowing off the bed and trying to summon you upright. Your limbs seize in a violent twist, instinctively running from the horrific crunch of teeth that chases you into wakefulness. Yet a heavy weight is settled across your middle, preventing your struggle. You pull at it blindly, try desperately to free yourself from the iron grip that encircles you.

When it tightens you only squirm harder, chest heaving with quick little gasps of air. A voice, a befuddled murmur does nothing to soothe you, until at last you are released with a concerned, confused mumble of your name.

"Rotty?"

Your arms curl around your frigid form, trembling as you try to shake the remainder of the nightmare. The warmth of a familiar voice gently chases away the shadows, and after a long and heavy pause you feel the body behind you shift, drape something thick and soft across your shoulders. You blink at it, finger the worn edges of the scarlet cape you'd worn the night prior, when you'd curled in his arms and let tears fall from your eyes until he'd hushed you to sleep.

"König." You whisper, and the man at your back shifts closer to you, hesitantly letting a hand lay upon the one clutching your cape.

"It's just a dream, Rotty." He whispers, soft and worried, as if somehow you'll tremble under his touch. "You're safe."

You look over your shoulder then, glazed eyes seeing him for the first time, taking in the crease of his brow partially hidden under his hood. The same one torn in your dreams to reveal the open despair of his expression as he reached for you.

"I saw you." You whisper, scarcely audible. "I saw you die."

It's the wrong thing to say, and you don't realize it until it's too late, because König's worried eyes turn into bright fear. They catch the misty light of dawn that spills through the window, and you swear for a moment they gleam gold.

Yet König says nothing, and you know no words are enough to fill the emptiness of your premonition. The weight of it hangs between you both, an omen that beats closer to the midnight of tomorrow with every pulse of your heartbeats.

You turn to him then, shifting so your hands press flat against his chest, through the thin shirt you sewed for him, still too large for his massive frame. The cape slides from your shoulders, pools around your hips as if you arise from a sea of red. Your fingers splay across the laces, feel rigid muscle underneath. His heartbeat flutters against the pads of your thumbs.

"Hold me." You tell him, muscles still shivering in the aftermath of terror.

König obeys as if your words are a sacrament handed down by the divine, arms reaching for you, hauling you against him with such fragile care, as if you'll shatter under his broad hands. A thing made of glass, something that reflects the misty light of dawn with a dove-gray sigh. You fall into him as he falls onto his side, an arm pillowing your head, the other pressing you to his chest.

"You're safe, Rotty." He tells you gently, and you nod into the thick bicep of his arm, listening to the coo of larks resting atop the eves of your cottage. Slowly, the terror of your dream is released in slow, steady breaths, form relaxing into the sanctuary of his embrace. König seems more than comfortable to keep you there, his own chest rising with slow, even inhales. It feels almost as if he's drinking in the scent of you, trying to memorize the shape, sensation, and smell of you in his arms.

"I should light the hearth." You murmur faintly, and it doesn't budge him from where he lays, back to the rest of the cottage so he crowds you against the wall protectively. Tangled in the blankets, your cape, the layers of your skirt you'd never shed, it feels much like a warm, comfortable den, one you are hesitant to leave.

"Stay." He tells you in a hushed whisper, voice low, deep like the hollow of a tree. "Just a little longer."

You can't find it in yourself to complain, comforted by the weight of his arm slung across you, the warm press of him across your front. You surrender, nuzzle deeper into him with a languid sigh, allow a hand to gently entwine with the shoulder of his shirt.

There's words you should say, you think. A confession to be made. Here, in the soft light of morning, you feel affection blossom in your chest with springtime flowers, unfurling in the damp ethereal break of dawn. You wonder if you speak them like an April headwind they'll somehow carry him away from you, forcing him to draw back as he always does, with secrets hidden behind the moss green of his gaze.

One more day, your mind whispers once more. A prayer, a warning, a plea. One more day before your world is eclipsed by the full moon, before a howl splits the sky, before the thing from your nightmares prowls beyond the lantern light of your beloved home.

You vainly try to ignore it, try to instead imbue yourself in the way König sighs and props his chin on the crown of your head, on the pine-laden scent of him, of musk and cedar the faint smell of smoke that hails destruction. The worries of the world whisper in the air around you, frosting against your senses with chilled fingertips. The warmth of him alleviates it, cradles you in blissful comfort. You, like him, memorize the sensation of this moment, wind it like ivy into your veins as if somehow it will shield you from the things to come.

"This could be our last day together." He says then, thoughts an echo of your own, and you pull back to gaze up at him in grief, expression tight with a desperate worry.

"Don't say that." You whisper, your voice strained as you say it once more. "Konig...don't say that."

His eyes meet yours, and there's a distant sort of grief there, as if somehow he's already accepted his fate. It makes something inside you flare with alarm, and you find yourself gripping him with a sudden ferocity that startles you both as you shift to straddle him, stare down into his eyes.

"We're going to be fine." You tell him in a trembling voice, as you try to convince him as much as yourself. "Price and the others- they'll catch the wolf and kill it. They'll make sure it never touches us, a-and-"

You swallow, unsure of your words, watching the way the grief deepens in Konig's eyes, as if he doesn't believe you. It threatens to catch in your chest with a distant cry.

"We'll be safe." You tell him in a whisper, trying to force prophecy into your words. "and you'll stay. I'll protect you."

König's eyes widen for just a moment, and you watch a flash of realization pass across them. it softens the fear there, the grief and acceptance into something achingly tender. The warmth of it flutters across your chest like the quick pulse of robin wings, startles you so you suck in a breathy gasp from where you sit atop him.

"My brave Rotty." König purrs, and his hands raise to gently rest on your thighs, hidden by the folds of your skirt. "Sweet, gentle Rotty."

You shiver at that, feeling warmth rush across your exposed flesh despite the chill of dawn. You want to chase it down into him, let him warm your form, let the heat of his body alight the cold, lonely corners of your heart. If he does, if he burns a way inside you, you know you won't be able to bear it if he leaves you.

It's a thought that's haunted you this entire time, that König has stolen your heart he will run away with it, that you'll awake the morning after the full moon to find him gone, your bed empty. The hearth cold. There's a prophecy that whispers a warning in your thoughts that despite your tenderness for him, the man before you is made of mist, of a softness that will slip through your fingers and dissipate in the light of dawn following destruction.

It only makes you cling to him harder, hands splayed against his chest, bunching his loose shirt between your fingers. He must see the despair on your face, because König lifts a massive, worn hand to your cheek, knuckles grazing across soft skin.

"Liebling." He murmurs sweetly, and his eyes are aching with adoration from where they look up at you under his hood. "If only you knew what I'll do to protect you."

Show me. You think. Show me everything, the lengths you'll go to, the secrets you keep. Show me how much I mean to you, show me that you won't disappear.

Instead you nuzzle into his palm with an unsteady sigh, cupping it to your face and looking down at him once more.

"I wish..." You whisper despite yourself, thoughts spilling outwards before you can stop them. "That I could kiss you."

It's a selfish thought, and you know it. König refuses to show his face, even after all this time. He's desperately protective of the hood that shields him from you, refuses to show you even a glimpse when you eat together, your back turned to allow him privacy. Yet here you are, once more wishing for the things you're not sure you can have, wanting desperately to vanquish the barriers that stand between you both.

König's eyes widen under the hood, and your face falls, knowing you've made a mistake. Yet then he blinks, and shifts under you, gently scooting you off his form. You think it's a refusal at first, especially when Konig slides from the bed away from you. There's an apology ready on your lips- one that hesitates as the man before you kneels at your feet tossed askew over the bed.

König is surprisingly delicate as he cups your foot, still hidden in its warm stocking, and for a moment you're reminded of the tale of the girl with the pumpkin and glass slippers. Like the prince, König lifts your foot onto his thigh. Yet instead of offering you a crystalline glass token, he instead reaches a hand under the hem of your skirt to drag the top of your stocking slowly down the length of your calf.

You suck in a breath, heart thumping as you feel the fabric slide down your skin, curious as to his intentions. When he finally divests you on the garment, he raises himself up, scooting between your legs and peering up into your face bent towards him.

"Do you trust me, Rotty?" He asks, and there's something different to his voice now, a distant rumbling purr that sounds not unlike a growl.

"Yes." You whisper back, and your hands itch with the urge to raise to his shoulders, somehow bring him closer.

Closer he comes, because König takes the stocking in hand and lifts it to your eyes, tying it swiftly around the back of your head. Blinding you.

There's a stab of disappointment that is quickly erased by daring hope as you hear the rustle of him removing his hood. You press forward eagerly and hear the soft rumble of a chuckle when König takes note of your enthusiasm. He lifts himself with a breathy sigh, lips brushing against yours in a chaste, delicate kiss.

It's just as you imagined in your dreams, tracing your lips in the darkness when he slept above you, wondering if he was gentle with you there too.

You chase after him eagerly, wanting to memorize the sensation of him against you, and König takes only a moment before he too cedes to the desire. Hesitant though he is at first, he eventually allows a sigh to escape his parted lips, mouth moving eagerly against yours as his arms come to wrap around your waist.

"Rotty..." He groans, and you feel his desire bleed into you, crimson and bright, tantalizing against the passion of your thoughts. "Schön Rotty..."

He lifts you then, into the bed, brackets himself above you and dwarfs you with his massive form. You can't see him, senses entrenched in darkness, but the blindness only makes your remaining senses blossom scarlet with sensation, drinking in his scent, his touch, the murmured endearments his whispers onto your lips when he kisses you.

You hook an arm around the back of his neck, pressing him down into you, wanting the warmth of him to be your own. You want the edges of him to bleed into you, to be unable to discern where you stop and where he begins.

"I want this." You whisper to him blindly, fingers reaching up to graze through his surprisingly long strands. He shudders almost violently at the contact. "I want to keep you."

"Rotty." He growls then, and you shiver at the need, the possessiveness that flares abruptly in his words when he answers you. It feels like the distant snap of some forbidden tether, the shatter of some restraint that holds back a beautiful, dangerous creature. You feel almost akin to prey, with his fixated gaze that seems to watch you like a doe in the glade. Respectful, entranced, but hungry.

You wonder if this was his secret, the depths of his desire for you, untamed but gentled for your domesticity, gleaming eyes reflecting the warmth of your hearth even as he hungers for the moonlight. Perhaps he's something different than what you imagined, an animal that eats willingly from your palm, but will swallow you whole if only to slake his yawning desire for your flesh.

You want him to devour you.

Your bare calf peeks from the ruffle of your skirt, hooks over his hip so you spread open for him- willing, eager, wanting. It summons a growl from his lips, a rumbling groan that sounds like the bend of aged aspen against the wind. You long after it, want to carve it into your thoughts just like the touch of him against your skin.

You feel it when he divests himself of his shirt impatiently, and you try to imagine the planes of his body you can't see. Instead your hands try and map out his skin, tracing the indents and silvery tissue of scars you find littering his chest. You want to ask him about them, about why they feel like the claw marks of something wild. Yet König silences your queries with a kiss, hands tugging at the laces of your bodice to reveal you to him.

"I want to see you." He huffs, warm breath curling against the planes of your face. "I want to see all of you, Rotty."

I'll let you see anything you want, just as long as you stay.

"König..." You mewl instead, raising your fingers to comb through his surprisingly long hair. He shudders hard for a moment at the contact, an unsteady breath loosening from his chest before he returns to kiss you with a sudden ferocity that steals the air from your lungs.

"What sharp teeth you have." You murmur curiously, and he stiffens for all of a moment before returning:

"The better to bite you with."

Bite you he does. Gently, with his whole mouth, Konig clamps down on the arch of your neck where your throat meets your shoulder. An indent, not hard enough to bring blood, only to lay a lasting mark you wish to keep there always as a reminder of him.

It feels somehow like a claim.

More. You think, senses growing hazy with lust. Show me. Show me how much you want me, how much you want this, what you'll do to keep me.

You moan as his hand grazes up the inside of your thigh, rucks your skirt up to your hips to reveal the tender flesh to his touch. You arch into him greedily, beckoning him further against you, offering yourself like a lamb to slaughter if only it means it will quench your desire.

"Rotty." He growls again, voice deeper, somehow feral. "My Rotty."

He kisses you like he means it, and you surrender willingly to his rolling, roaming touches, to the impatient tugs of his hands as he sheds you both of your clothes, to his husking groans that drag in his chest at your pliant mewls. His hands grope at your chest, your hips, drinking down your desperate little keens when you plead for him to touch you properly.

His broad fingers fill you like nothing else, and you let your head flop into the pillows helplessly when he croons at your arousal pooling over his palm. It's clumsy, a little stilted, but it's good, his enthusiasm clear in the way he drags insistently at your silky walls, coaxing wanting murmurs to him.

"J-just like that, oh God. König..."

The pleasure multiples, draws higher inside you, stretches for the sun in the shade of the forest, seeking a higher warmth. It remains just out of reach, a tantalizing reward that you cry out for with no reprieve.

"Shh, gently, Liebling." He murmurs with restrained tenderness as he arranges you carefully on your side in his arms, lifts a leg with his broad arm and begins to push inside. You whimper at the stretch, feel your walls eventually ease and allow him entry. The drag of him forces the air from your lungs, and you go limp just so you can take it, take all of him, everything he has to offer and more.

He splits you open, drags his teeth along your jaw like he's searching for a vein, hauls you to him like he's afraid you will escape. You're forced into docile willingness, submitting with wanton little moans as he rolls his hips against yours, forces you higher into bliss.

"Scheiße-" He grunts, hugging you close so he can thrust into you, hand flexing as he holds your leg aloft, parting you for him. "So good for me, Rotty. Want to stay here, just like this, in your bed, listening to you. Just like this."

It doesn't take long for you to crest towards the peak of your arousal, the angle of him inside you grazing against the clutch of your heat and making the spool of desire tighten across your thighs. It unfurls in low, rolling waves, spreading through your limbs, your veins, the marrow of you that's picked clean by his teeth.

König takes you in the way of wild animals, snapping jaws held back only by your delicate touch, offering apologetic little whines when he forces you into overstimulation. He growls and huffs into your shoulder, teeth nipping with scarcely contained ferocity at your bare shoulder. It makes you wonder if he's holding back far more than he lets on, that there's a danger to him that might drown you should you release it.

He hauls you flush to him after several wild thrusts that make your voice ring out in the quiet solitude of your cottage, forever echoing inside the stone walls of this moment where he's claimed you. It's with a snarl, a curse that he spills inside you, warmth curling your insides as his hips jerk, and his voice descends into something akin to a whimper.

You lay in a sweaty heap in his arms, and König hauls the blankets atop you both, nestles you into his embrace, peppers fluttering kisses across your face, your blindfold.

"Dearest Rotty." He murmurs with tender affection. "Beloved Rotty."

There's an affection that floods your chest, sharp, almost painful at the clear adoration in his words. He pets at your back, hums a low, satisfied purr into your ear that speaks of contentment. It's in this moment that you wish you could stay, that you wish you could keep him.

"I love you." You confess at last, unable to see him but feeling his heartbeat flutter in his chest where you lay your cheek. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

I don't need to see you. If you just tell me, if you just stay, I'll go blind for the rest of my life just to keep you here with me.

König pauses for a moment, and at last he sighs. It feels like the final breath of winter giving way to soft spring, a surrender to you as much as himself, no longer able to deny his feelings for you.

"I love you too, Rotty." He tells you, voice full of emotion. "Since the day we met, I think I have loved you."

You think of that, of the day all that time ago when you found him in the forest, on the misty morning in the aftermath of the monster that chased you through your dreams. He appeared there, hurt and broken in the ways you were, and were not all the same. Lonely, needing, hoping to be found. You, you found him, not knowing then that he had found you too.

You should tell him, you think. You should convince him to retreat to the safety of Laswell's with you, to appease Price and the others even if they remain suspicious of him. You know if he denies you that you'll stay, and you'll face the darkness of the luminescent, heavy moon together.

In this moment, in the dawning darkness of what lies ahead, you instead kiss him, and pray it won't be the last time.

"Promise me you'll stay." You whisper against him blindly.

"I promise." He tells you, and once more that prophecy lingers with taunting whispers at the back of your thoughts. A festering doubt not abated by his touch.

You kiss him, and you hope it's not a lie you taste upon his lips.

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writer-of-the-lamb · 3 months

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Long Before The Lamb

How I like to think Ratau relinquished the crown.

This is referencing that sick new update (where those pillars appear and you can make heart offerings for lore tablets) because I LOVE LORE

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His body burned with the stream of heat radiating from the cavern. His chest ached, his heart a trapped animal banging on its cage. The pillar stood tall, mocking him, tugging the red beam of energy from his crown and watching him kneel. The stone scraped his knees, dyed in red-brown ink from past travellers.

‘Make offering.’

The stone inscription laughed at him, waiting in front of the swarming red cave where tendrils of black and red mingled in a silken veil. His heart begged him, screaming, throbbing, to lower his hand. To close his fist and decide ‘later’, or ‘never’.

He plunged his hand into his chest, his flesh giving way in a sickening squelch of agonising pain. The will of the crown parted his ribs, spewing his beating heart into his hand. Its first taste of air shrivelled it in horror, beating limply.

He staggered upwards, his chest closing once more like a seamstress pulling a thread. He gasped for air, feeling his insides swirl with magic. Soon enough, his veins sparked again, and another muscle began to form within him.

The crown’s eye swivelled around, as if guarding him while he shakily stood, regenerated.

He scraped his feet along the new splatters of scarlet, gentle kneeling once more to offer the nearly still heart in his hands.

The cavern’s colourful wisps grew excited, swirling outward and grasping his heart in a grip so fiery he felt burnt. Withdrawing his hand in a hiss, he watched the ribbons of red drag his heart away before manifesting a single, stone tablet.

He frowned. A commandment stone. He had seen many before. Each the same, virtues handed to him by the One who waited, all for him to choose.

The heat steamed around him as he stood once more, extending his hands to meet the warm stone. Engravings danced, suddenly, in a chatter so quick he held his breath.

The crown atop his head opened its eye, crinkling in a nonexistent grin.

“You are not the first, nor will you be the last. Another will come, another will conquer, another will erase your story in a breath. The time is now for you to prepare in prayer. There is a chance your soul will be spared.”

He clenched his jaw.

“You are not the last, Ratau.”

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The Lamb grinned, absorbing the devotion from his shrine. “You wouldn’t believe how sick he got. I had to find at least 20 flowers.” he said, turning to face him. “Thank god for your garden.”

Ratau nodded, leaning on his staff. “It is always my pleasure.”

The Lamb smiled, digging into his robes. “I also gotcha a crystal,” he sang, “I know ya like em, and your shack needs a new light.”

His hand opened to receive a crystal shard, warm and pointed in his hand. Ratau frowned. “Anchordeep is certainly warmer than I recall.” he commented, turning the shard in his hand.

“Is it? I don’t know, I’m always warm.”

Ratau hummed, dismissing the thought and pocketing the crystal. “Join us for Knucklebones tomorrow.” he said, smiling.

“You know I will.” the Lamb replied, turning and wandering to the pentagram where he vanished.

Ratau felt for the stone, still abnormally warm in his robes.

“You have come from a place I never wanted him to find.”

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shinysamurott9 · 1 month

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2024 Games: Pokemon Sword

So this was a bit of a weird time. This is a pretty long read as after playing this game after so many years that, along with the borderline nuclear fallout that was the fandom reaction to it, was a major contributor to me kind of falling out of active interest in pokemon, my ultimate takeaway was that the game was actually not that bad. It was pretty fun, a little underrated even.

My history with this game starts around 2018ish. USUM had come out and I really liked that game. Gen 7 was an all around good time overall which I still appreciate today. The release that year was Let's Go, which I'll be real, I wasn't a fan of it in premise, I'm still not tbh. I could go into that but, in short, it was a game I had little to no interest in and I ultimately decided to skip it to see whatever was next. I bring this up because I think this was the start of me falling out of interest in pokemon, at least for a while. But while Let's Go may have planted the seed, SwSh was what solidified it.

Enter the announcement of Sword and Shield, my friends and I were pretty excited for it, the game looked pretty interesting, a region based on England? That's pretty neat. The new pokemon looked really cool too, we were genuinely excited about it. But if you're familiar with this game's history, you know exactly what happened. In the middle of the game’s hype cycle, GameFreak announced the titanically controversial decision to not include roughly half the existing pokedex in the game meaning that many pokemon would simply not exist in Pokemon SwSh. This was probably one of the biggest Internet shitstorms I've ever been witness to, and the whole thing, both the actual decision and visceral reaction, only made worse by bad actors in the community fanning the flame, just really turned me off SwSh and Pokemon as a whole in a way. In some ways it was a good thing, in the time I wasn't playing Pokemon I was exploring other series I was less familiar with like Devil May Cry, Zelda or Xenoblade or further exploring series I hadn't fully played yet like Metroid or Mega Man, most of which are series I absolutely adore today.

I still kept up with Pokemon to some extent, mostly playing the games while keeping my distance from the wider community. I played BDSP when it released and was not as disappointed as everyone else while still feeling fairly apathetic to it. Played Legends Arceus when it came out and genuinely loved it for it's fresh take on pokemon while also offering a ton of history and lore on Sinnoh that I really appreciated and I played Scarlet and dropped it a couple days in after discovering Pokeball warps and absolutely breaking the game letting me do a lap around the whole region and getting a lvl 40 starter before ever entering the school. Yhe vast majority of my time with pokemon was playing older games in Gen 3 or shiny hunting. That was til about 6 months ago. I had been playing Emerald and I wanted to take on the Battle Frontier and get the Gold Symbols. While I was prepping to do this I was watching a couple videos on the Ribbon Master Challenge and since I was already doing the Frontier and with the looming closure of Pokemon Bank, I thought that I wanted to take that on. And it's been something I've been working on the past few months. Massive shoutouts to CannedWolfMeat and SirToastyToes for their excellent videos that inspired me to do this. And now I'm here basically at the end,prepping to play through Scarlet for the the last few Ribbons in that game.

Of course though, In order to get the ribbons in Sword, I had to actually play through it for the first time. The playthrough, while really easy Leon and early Klara not withstanding, was extremely strong in terms of options for team members, especially with Isle of Armor options thrown in. I love pokemon games that offer a large variety of team members to use, it's a big reason I enjoy XY more than most. I found myself using 10 whole team members by the end of the playthrough. Would have had more but I literally never found Applin and Cursola is Shield exclusive. Many of these were new Galarian Pokemon which are for the most part fantastic. Galar imo has one of the strongest lineups of new pokemon in the series, though I feel Alola did regional forms better. Seriously though, I was using all these guys by the end.

Something thatvalso surprised me was the locations. While the Wild Area is a little boring, I found myself enjoying many of the locations. The two big cities, Hammerlocke and Motostoke are cool and feel very large, Ballonlea and the Glimwood Tangle are actually really great areas visually and Wyndon is imo, one of the best cities we've seen in a Pokemon Game in terms of both scale and looks. While I do like these areas, I will say progressing through them is extremely linear, it feels like there's very little opportunity to go off the beaten path. It's a pretty big shame when even more linear games like XY or Gen 7 had at least a couple of optional areas to explore.

I will say the main story isn’t great. I enjoyed some of the characters. Bede had a neat story with him basically trying to get validation from a father figure who doesn't seem to care much about him. Marnie was an all around good character with some fun interactions who genuinely is just doing her best for her home town and much of the dlc cast like Mustard, Klara and Peony were genuinely entertaining. I did enjoy some of the main game side characters too like Bea and Piers.

Where the plot falls is, well, the plot, not a lot really happens. The game does build up Rose's plan with Eternatus, but you're kept out of the action for most of the events leading up to it. The game basically doesn't have an antagonist until right at the end, where it just kinda feels forced. Everything with Macro Cosmos at Rose Tower only happens because Leon was meeting Rose and we didn't like that for some reason? And of course there's the climax with Eternatus, where as everyone and their mother has pointed out, Rose basically unleashes the apocalypse because he couldn't wait one day to solve a problem 1000 years away. I do like how nonchalant he is about it though, that's kind of funny and Eternatus is actually a pretty cool legendary, though there really isn't much on it storywise beyond the fact it crashed to Earth 3000 years ago and it is the source of Dynamax.

The DLCs though do have more interesting stories. With Isle of Armor focusing on Klara and her being humbled through the dojo and then bonding with Kubfu to raise him to his ultimate form. And Crown Tundra was actually really interesting as you have Calyrex be an actual character. The king of the land who lost his power over time, seemingly losing faith in himself and subsequently losing the people's worship and his steeds. Heck the fact that Calyrex properly talks to you really helps make him and his story stand out from other legendaries and is really neat I think.

I will say, there may be something to be said about how many of the best parts of this game are locked behind DLC. I don't think that's inherently a bad thing, the DLC itself definitely justifies its purchase, but I do agree that the main game is a little lacking in some areas that the DLC does help make up for but that of course has the price tag attached. I also have to say the way the DLC is designed is a liitle strange. While Isle of armor does a decent job being something you can do at any point. Having access to the Crown Tundra as early as the Wild Area is extremely weird. The levels don't scale like the Wild Area or Isle of Armor so no matter when you go there you'll be fighting stuff in the high 50s or low 60s. While this does mean you can't catch anything in the wild, there is absolutely nothing stopping you from doing the Dynamax adventures and catching not just a massive variety of overleveled fully evolved mons but basically any legendary from the previous generations. And with that stuff, it's not unreasonable to be able to do literally everything in the Tundra after that except for catching Calyrex. While I would agree this is a fair decision, when you're already handing me literally anything I could want to steamroll the game, blocking off Calyrex and only Calyrex just seems weird.

For some other Miscellaneous stuff. The Battle Tower: It's pathetically easy, especially by previous Tower standards. The NPCs are limited to the Pokedex available at launch and you have no restrictions on useable mons. I'm not really complaining about this as it felt good to have a Facility that was basically just a victory lap after doing every other Tower in the past 6 months or so, and it is very worthwhile to do for rewards like Bottle Caps, Candies and the Nature Mints. 50 BP for one mint sounds like a lot but it's really not as bad as it sounds. But it is slso incredibly funny that shit like this is allowed.

Speaking of, the Nature Mints, those are a genuinely fantastic addition to the series. I'm very happy to see how accessible optimising pokemon has become since Gen 7. Between Hyper Training, Very easy levelling with jow many candies you can get through Raids, Nature Mints, easily accessible EV Training through the dojo and items like the Ability Capsule and Patch (Even with how expensive the patch is in SwSh), you can make pretty much any pokemon perfectly optimised for competitive use with, for the most part, not much time investment, it's genuinely great.

One thing I have to say as someone who enjoys a bit of Shiny Hunting, SwSh are kind of a slap in tge face with how many mons are shiny locked. Stuff like Type Null which was huntable in Gen 7, the starters which are a cardinal sin to shiny lock imo, and Cosmog who has literally no practical reason to be shiny locked when you can get Solgaleo or Lunala from the Max Lair with massively boosted shiny odds. It only really reinforces how little reason there actually is to shiny lock stuff imo and SwSh has among the most in the series. It's extremely annoying. Doesn't help that the game’s shiny hunting method is kinda eh, and wasn't properly figured out til ages after it's release.

So overall, I do think SwSh is a pretty flawed game, but I feel like it has a lot of strong aspects that get overlooked due to how initial reactions colored people's opinion on the game. Is it the best pokemon game? Not by a long shot imo. Is it still good though? I would say so yeah. I'd put it around B Tier I think. It has made me pretty interested to get to SV, which I'll have to do soon for the last few ribbons.

#My stuff #2024 games talk #Pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pokemon ribbons #ribbon master

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wevelocityteampresents-blog · 10 months

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Inspection Completion

While I was out on Sunday, I kept myself busy with Pokémon Violet.

I wanted to focus on my classes at the academy. But due to the limited amount of screenshots I can take now, I decided to inspect the last few Pokémon Gyms.

My first stop was Alfornada City.

I guess it was a good thing she picked me to inspect these Gyms in her place.

I’m not THAT beautiful.

Why does this seem oddly connected to my life?

After I was finished with all of that, I moved on to the Montenevera Town Gym.

No one except me. (And a few other people...) These “Master” recipes are nice. But I know a few recipes that can provide even better powers.

Who’s she calling a rookie? I’ll bring out my best Pokémon just for this match.

A queen on her stage...

At least she knew what she said was wrong.

Before I scaled the mountain, I went to Area Zero to finish Miraidon’s training.

His Defense was only boosted by a small amount. But it should be good enough for him to stand a chance in battle!

Before I left Area Zero, I found these research papers that managed to catch my attention considering recent events.

Even though the name is blanked out, and the number of characters in it doesn’t match up with its actual name, it’s pretty clear the Pokémon Turo was referring to is supposed to be Terapagos.

A shell made of interlocking hexagonal plates, what seemingly appears to be the properties of all known Pokémon types. Terapagos meets the professor’s description perfectly.

While there is the possibility Terapagos is the main source of Terastallization energy, I’m more intrigued by how early it was mentioned in these games. There’s a lot of mystery surrounding a Pokémon like this, and it was never officially unveiled to the public until a few months after the Scarlet and Violet versions were released as part of an upcoming update. Even though its data isn’t in the games yet, I imagine that if Terapagos were hiding in the files as this series’ super secret Pokémon (in a similar vein to Mew or the mythical Pokémon from the XY series), then it would’ve probably added more value to it. Give it a signature attack and ability that could make it a powerhouse on the battlefield, and you’ve got a highly memorable Pokémon!

In all honesty, I’m surprised Terapagos ISN’T a mythical Pokémon. It would’ve added so much to the lore and could’ve had the same impact as Mew or Jirachi. But considering the troubled development of these newer entries, I guess that wasn’t possible... But it’s still a fun thing to think about!

Alright, back to the blog post.

After I was finished with Miraidon, I went to the Glaseado Gym to fight Grusha.

Glad he got back into boarding.

And he’s also gotten more nicer towards people. A perfect growth in character!

A thunderstorm came later on that day...

For this final part of the inspection, I thought I could have a little fun with it by taking on Grusha with only one Pokémon: Miraidon.

With Miraidon’s stats and abilities, he just might be able to win it. (I’m using this as practice for him.)

You can watch the match in the Paldea Web Stadium.

I think that’s already been established years ago.

You’ve still got your personality. Besides, it’s not like you can stop being a Trainer or choose to focus on one sport for the rest of your life.

And that takes care of that. That tournament is as good as mine! Now I just have to head back to the academy. (...If nothing else gets in my way, that is...)

Of course, I had to reward my Pokémon with some food.

For this dish, I tried using as many spicy ingredients as possible.

And I’ll add a dash of this Spicy Herba Mystica to complete the recipe.

It’s not much. But it’s still a good start when it comes to sandwich recipes!

That should do it for now. Next time, I’ll take on the Academy Ace Tournament and win some more ribbons for my Pokémon.

#pokémon #Pokemon Violet #Braixen #Kalos #Miraidon #Paldea #Legendary Pokemon #Terapagos #Tulip #Ryme #Grusha #screenshots #Nintendo Switch #nintendo #Game Freak #Creatures Inc.

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veryimportantsparkles · 2 years

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To do list :

Hatch squirtle egg

Gijinka designs for baby squirtle and charmander

Figure out where I have a second everstone for the squirtle

Reset Leaf Green with Bulbasaur this time. New world pillar is a female Drowzee named Fujiko. Catch two rattata /pidgey to trade for the squirtle and charmander, beat game with three unevolved starters plus revived Fujiko. Catch entei

Transfer everyone to Fire Red, evolve Bulbasaur and breed two babies for the living dex

Reset second Sapphire cart for Latinas. Catch the Latios in Emerald. Transfer a full Hoenn dex into Emerald for one of the Johto starters, then reset. (I bought this Emerald cart and it came with some guy's post game file and a bunch of legendaries) Catch a suitable world pillar and name it Edmond after the OT.

Ugh either beat emerald twice or buy Coliseum and get the other Johto starters and Lugia /Ho-oh that way.

Once I have a complete living dex (minus mythicals and Lugia /Ho-oh probably) make sure it's been transferred into both (main) Sapphire and Fire Red before transferring up to Diamond/Platinum. Save some good battle tower candidates though.

Select some favorites and battle frontier candidates to ev train in fourth ge. Shove the rest up to fifth. Finish living dex as far as possible

Consider buying Black 2 and White 2. 5th gen sucks though, not sure how much I care about forming a battle subway team. There are no ribbons in unova

Put the living dex into X, also consider buying Alpha Sapphire.

Actually play Let's Go Eevee and Shield. Fuck transferring though. Until we know more about Scarlet/Violet I'm not touching Home. Keep the squad in 6th gen.

I forgot 7th gen exists. Consider buying them I guess. I think Josh has Sun so I need Moon and maybe both Ultras or maybe not.

Diamond and Pearl remakes? I guess. Should only need one version. Legends Arceus doesn't have Home compatibility? Probably getting it to stream anyways.

Finish Digimon Cybersleuth and figure out how to execute gijinkas.

See if the save data on my Yellow is still alive and write down the Pokémon info for gijinka purposes. Maybe necromance them into the virtual console port. I forgot I had those.

See if there's anything else I want from the 3ds eshop before it dies. Need transfer/bank!

Bite the bullet and get an overpriced copy of Soul Silver. Reset for a female Totodile and recreate Dillia at long last. Dillia and Eliza would be great friends.

I should buy Jade Cocoon 1. Still never finished Jade Cocoon 2 post-game. I wanted to do a popkas run of the dex maybe?

Recreate Guinevere the Granity in the Monster Rancher 2 port.

Completely untouched: Eternal Eyes, World of Final Fantasy, Digimon World Dawn, Monster Rancher GBC, Monster Rancher DS, Fossil Fighters, Spectrobes

Finish Hisuian Form Popkas and start queueing posts.

Watch season 5 Yu-Gi-Oh, do Popkas Special

Name all my goddamn Wajas, write Wolvensprite Labyrinth lore.

Finish learning Javascript.

Maybe reclaim Crimbo Williams and Microwave from our Retron Red stream. Also take the Retron in for repair. Need it for the Robopon lp Josh wanted to do

Finish early draft of Sapphire gijinka biography

Maybe more

Imagine

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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“Oya, Miss Raven,” Jade chuckled softly, stepping into the quiet attic. “It’s quite refreshing to see so much love in the air. I can’t recall the last time everyone was enjoying themselves, with such wide smiles on their faces.”

He paused, the smile on his own face staying as firm as ever. In his hands were a small letter and a box of chocolates, each handmade and the silver box wrapped with a beautiful blue bow. “If you’ll pardon my intrusion, my dear Raven, I thought it was only proper that you should take part in all the love as well.”

He held out his gifts, inviting Raven to step closer to him. “I hope you have the goodness in your heart to accept my feelings, Miss Raven. I hope we can grow even closer as time goes on.”

Miss Raven art is by teuffels!

If you would like more Raven lore or additional context, check out this ongoing series!

Sweet on You.

“You, finding the festive atmosphere refreshing? I don’t believe you for one second,” Raven snorted. She dipped her quill back in an inkwell, loading it back up with a deep blue-based scarlet, Sanguine.

Unless he means he enjoys exploiting that those feelings. Happier people are more loose lipped--more information floating about for him to extract.

She did her best to focus on penning her current story--a tale about a con man enticing a young girl in a crimson cloak--but her quill stopped short midsentence. The eel’s familiar shadow loomed over her desk, causing her stomach to coil uncomfortably. Without even looking, Raven knew Jade was smiling down at her.

“... What do you want?” she asked, not bothering to raise her head.

He said what she feared most again, the four letter word that held all the promise in the world, yet also spelled her demise. Jade held out his gifts, inviting her to take them. When she did not, he chuckled softly and placed them upon her desk. A small letter and a box of chocolates, sealed in a blue bow.

If you love me, love me true,

Send me a ribbon, a ribbon of blue.

That day, too, she had sent chocolates wrapped in a blue ribbon. And there had been no happy ending then.

But now, her fortune had been reversed. It was too good to be true--and yet she wanted to believe it. She wanted it more than anything. With all of her heart.

Her eyes seared and watered as an overwhelming sweetness clawed at her chest. She blinked several times, but the tears came back, starting to spill over onto her pink cheeks.

Was this what happiness felt like?

Raven’s quill clattered to the floor, and she covered her face with her hands. She didn’t care how obvious it was that she was trying to hide her tears. She only cared that Jade didn’t get the satisfaction of seeing them. The bird quivered in her seat, choking out a gargled whimper.

“I-I... I don’t perceive it,” Raven mumbled. “I-I perceive nothing...”

“... Very well, then.”

The shadow across her desk vanished.

She waited for a few moments, then peeked through her fingers. Her vision was blurry from crying, but she could tell that Jade was still very much there--he had bent down to meet her at eye level, and now had his hands concealing his own sight.

“Wh-What are you doing?”

“I do not perceive it,” Jade recited in a singsong, “I do not perceive anything whatsoever. I most certainly do not perceive a trembling Miss Raven, shaking terribly from the joy of having received my affections for Valentine’s Day.”

Despite her sobs, a giggle eked out of her mouth. She tried to force it back down, only for the giggle to hiccup back up.

“You...” Raven struggled to find the right words to describe his actions. She groped around in the dark, plucking one word after the next, and finally settled on, “Y-You’re insufferable...”

“Perhaps I am. But... fufufu. At the very least, I was able to bring a brief smile to your face.” He plucked up her fallen quill and placed it back in her hand. And there, his fingers lingered upon hers, his other hand gently wiping away her remaining tears. “Please, do consider your own happiness for a change, rather than concerning yourself with that of others.”

Please, give this a chance.

“I...”

Her grip on the quill tightened.

“... I’ll think about it.”

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Raven Crowley #Jade Leech #Jade Leech thirst #notes from the writing raven #sweet on you

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metanoiamorii · 3 years

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Writingamongthecoloredroses: Kiss #5, for whoever you choose?

I'm so sorry it took forever, @writingamongthecoloredroses. But it's finally here!

♧ Title: Dragonfly, since I'm not creative

♧ Part of which wip: Coming Home

♧ Word Count: 6k

♧ Synopsis: To go to market with Liraz, En and Moro promise to teach Liraz magick.

♧ Warnings: its criminally cute, you get some lore, it's rather long, Liraz does kiss En without consent but it's fine in the end, and the three are just honestly a goal. It's rather light and fluffy. And I mean, En threatens to burn nosey townfolks faces off for making the attempt to flirt with Moro. But that's it.

Coming Home taglist: @unholieds, @zielenbloesem

General taglist: @endlesshourglass, @makeitmonstrous, @writerray, @poore-choice-of-words,

On both: @hazard-writes, @notugalan, @cecilsstorycorner, @little-boats-on-a-lake

If you'd like to be added or removed from any, feel free to send in a message!

Send in a number and I'll most likely just write the cottage witch and her two eldritch idiots!

Liraz moves across the front porch, her footsteps are quiet and light, to not be a disturbance. She takes a seat on the top step, hands at her lap pushing down and evening out her dress. She doesn't speak, not for a while. She sits and she watches.

En doesn't glance back, doesn't acknowledge her presence. It's almost as if they don't recognize she's there. Which is fine. They sit, a step in front of her, staff slung over their lap. That gnarled staff, of koa wood and fire opals. Or so, she has always assumed. It appears as such to her, so she had assumed. She never asked in the past, it never came up in conversation. She kept assuming, it never hurt to.

Watchung as En fiddled with their staff, Liraz shifts to lay her elbows to her knees, and soon plops her cheeks between her palms. She's not sure what they're trying to accomplish, and she has learned well to never question En. She watches. She bemuses herself with the possibilities. Is it akin to her spellcrafting? Repairing the staff? Meditation? There were so many possibilities!

Finally, she caves. Unable to suppress the urge to keep her hands in her lap, her lips pressed tight together. Over their shoulder, from behind, Liraz is leaning forward. A hand raised from her lap, she moves to touch the fire opal gem. Even without her fingers on the gem, when she leans forward she can feel the heat emanated; it's warm, like En... Before her fingers graze against it, her wrist is snatched and the staff is dropped, and it tumbles down the few steps left before it lands on the ground and stays there.

Wide eyed, Liraz looks between the staff and then to En, who holds her wrist tight. Their eyes are narrowed into their usual scowl, lips pulled thin and a hint of annoyance upon their brow. They aren't happy. They aren't happy she tried to touch their staff.

"My... Apologies." She has to take in a breath, to push the apology out. She needs to find the nerve to speak, when the entity before her can strike fear deep into the marrow of her bones. "I was... Only curious abou—"

En softens their hold and lowers her hand back down. They release their grip, as they push themself to sit back, on the step she's sitting on. This time, they pick up her hand and hold it with more care, inspecting it. "You would have melted your fingers."

Liraz blinks, once, twice. She focuses on how gently En attends her, like she's Moro. It's not... Unpleasant. Simply... New, different. They haven't acted so before with her. "The... fire opal looked so beautiful..."

"Tis'nt fire opal." En murmurs quietly. Content that she's unharmed, they lift her hand to press a kiss against the wrist, before they lower her hand down to her lap.

"Oh..." Liraz looks down to where the staff sits in front of the porch. Her brow furrows as she studies it once more. It looks so akin to fire opal... What was it? What is it?

En slips from the steps, while she's preoccupied in her thoughts. They kick themself to their feet and stride down the steps. To their knees they drop, pick up the staff, dust it off and twirl it within their palm as they rise to their feet. Back, they come; they climb the steps and return to the spot they had sat in for the better part of the morning. The staff is slung back over their lap, they recline back to rest their head against her knee.

Knowing her curiosity would get the better of her, to prevent acts of idiocy, En sighs. "Fire agate, fire opal, garnet— it is perceived by your kind with the power you harness, your souls incarnate."

"... Oh." It. They referred to it as it. What is It?

Knowing her mind, En continues. "The fire all desire to claim, that in which can set all aflame, it has the capacity to set your own gifts to shame, none before have been able to tame..." As they speak, eyes closed and breathing even, the staff in their lap glows. The gemstone, that still appears as fire opal, turned from a gentle amber to burn with the intensity of the flame of a forest fire.

The display of power always brings on a... perhaps it is jubilation, the word Liraz seeks. A taste of it and she wants more. Capable of kindling a fire that cannot be stopped until they will it, the being at her side is dangerous and she knows it. And... as humorous as it is, she plays with this fire, despite the warning sides.

"Does it have a name?"

"Yes."

Liraz does not ask her next question. She knows she will have an answer. She shifts, to test if she may rest a hand against En's hand... she may. She feels the scarlet hair they take in this form; it is to her surprise where she expects to be met by bristles to rival a porcupine, it is like velvet or silk and she yearns to run her fingers through the waves. They do not stop her.

'What do you call it?'

It lingers in the air as Liraz tests her boundaries and plays with En's hair. They sit contently at her side, with the flare that was instigated to show by the staff dimming. With a breath exhaled, En answers. "By your kind, named the Unyielding Blaze."

The Eternal Flare.

The Infinite Spark.

The Imperishable Inferno.

Like the names they hold, so did the powers they hold share.

Liraz eyes the staff, full of disbelief. "That is the Unyielding Blaze?"

"A piece." A small piece. It could not compare to the true thing.

"Is it similar with Mor—"

"Yes. His staff is the Unyielding Rime."

Lacking the words to express how she felt, Liraz exhales. She shakes her head but wears a bright smile. "... Fascinating."

"Hm." En opens their eyes as they exhale. A hand raises from their side, they brush their hair behind their ear and kick themself back to their feet. Opposed to dropping the staff once more, as it is pushed into the air by En standing, it disappears into a plume of smoke and embers. They turn, to start into the door of the cottage. "We should begin breakfast."

"Oh." Liraz looks up, to where the suns have now risen. No longer too early, the moons claiming the sky. The suns burn bright. She was so engrossed in the conversation she hadn't paid attention to the time. She pushes herself to her feet quickly, brushing off her dress. Halfway to her feet, she accepts the hand gestured back to her, in silent invitation.

"Thank you."

She murmurs quietly, accepting the hand and twining their fingers together. She knows she will get no answer, she still shows her gratitude. Hand in hand, they walk into the cottage together. En doesn't let go until they're in the kitchen.

"Go wake Moro." They say, moving to collect the loaf of bread, the carton of eggs, bacon, and fruits.

Not having to cook, Liraz gladly leaves the task to En and leaves the kitchen. She ventures to the bedroom, where Moro is still in bed, curled up with her familiar.

"Blodeu~." She cooes gently and the owl stirs. He chirps and ruffles his feathers, he squirms until he's free of the embrace he has been held in and flies to her shoulder. Liraz chuckle, scratches beneath his chin. Without haste, she sends him go the kitchen, to keep En company.

In time, she rouses Moro. It takes time, to wake him, to get him out of bed, to dress and get ready for the day. Persistent today— Liraz knowing it's futile to argue with the entity— she allows him to wear one of her dresses. He looks amazing in it, so truly there is no harm in it. She helps him, knowing it could be a hassle to figure out the blouse and the skirt. Knowing En would enjoy the privacy of the kitchen while cooking, they both take their time in the bedroom. They find red ribbons to match the skirt together, Liraz braids his silver locks into pigtails and ties them off. He looks cuter than her, she's almost envious... But it's his charm. When they finish, she pecks his cheek and he's already out of the bedroom to go show En his outfit for the day. She follows close behind.

As they come stumbling into the kitchen, the table is set, plates are full, cups sit ready to sip from. En has already cleaned the mess made with plates and silverware and sits at the table. They only get up to pull out the chairs for the two and push them back in. En never eats, but Moro enjoys the human cooking and eats with Liraz. En sits with them for the company, the show of support. It's appreciated. Over breakfast they talk... well, Moro talks, both En and Liraz listen. Moro goes on to talk about the dream he had, which Liraz always finds fascinating. They don't dream like she did. Their dreams are like memories of the past.

This particular dream that Moro talks about is the time En and himself got lost in a maze. The Catacombs, he referred to it as. Finally annoyed, not being able to find their way through it, En simply blew a hole in several walls! Moro is giggling like a child as he recalls the events. Liraz snickers with him, she can completely see it all as truth with how intimately she has been able to know these two. En doesn't look amused by the recount, sitting the entire time scowling, but the two of them see the twitch of the corner of their lips and know it's fine.

When they finish, Moro sits on the countertop, kicking his feet and gladly still rambling. Liraz helps En clean the table, she dries the dishes as En washes them. Moro is able to be distracted from the topic at hand long enough they begin to discuss the plan for the day. It's Liraz that talks, after En instigates with an offhand comment, and Moro keeps it alive with his inquiring questions. Boring errands she has to run. They need more supplies, so that means going into town. She never fancies it, as it's always boring and tiresome. She also talks of the ingredients she needs for her spells: her wards and charms, offerings too.

Through her own rambling, Moro finally suggests the two join her. To make it more interesting! Funner, he uses and Liraz cringes... She doesn't have the heart to correct him, she chooses instead to live with it. She is hesitant about it at first, until En finally bargains with her. The two go back and forth, in a serious discussion of the pro and cons of the two coming with her:

She will have company, yes.

The people already suspect she is a witch, them coming with her will further paint that image.

If anyone tries anything, they will be there to protect her.

Yes, but they... Did not understand their own powers. They were... She didn't say unhinged, not with the way En looked at her.

Finally, what seals the deal is that En gives their word that they would teach her some magick. True magick. Their magick. Liraz simply cannot pass up the opportunity.

So, she finishes the dishes so En can go get ready. Moro keeps her company, to not drag out the endeavor of leaving the cottage. She's ready enough, with her simple dress and hair loosely braided down her shoulder. Sure, she may throw on an apron and a sun hat, but she has no need to change, nor to 'doll' herself up like the other ladies in town.

En returns shortly. They're quiet and stand a few feet behind. It's Moro that gives them away, unable to stay quiet for too long. He's all giggly, as En genuinely smiles for once, shaking their head. Liraz turns to greet them, and she drops the plate. It's the rare occasion En smiles, and by the gods she almost didn't recognize them. Not with how neatly their hair was brushed and braided. Dressed in the loose blouse and trousers without a care in the world. It's ruggish, but.... it was fitting. She knows she's staring, but she can't look away.

"Fool." En calls her, already moving forward. They kneel in front of her, picking up the shards of glass from the broken plate. They dispose of the shards carefully.

"Let's add a plate to the list!" Moro giggles, eyeing the two with a wide grin across his face.

Liraz shakes her head. She takes a moment to close her eyes, breathe, collect herself. "Let's leave, yes? It's already nine, I would like to be back before dark."

"Why do I not—"

"No magick!" It's her requirement. "We are all human for a day."

"Humans are weak." En mutters quietly, but relents.

As Liraz grabs her baskets, En moves back to the bedroom. They snatch up two hats, and when they're all out the front door, they plop a hat respectfully onto Liraz and Moro's heads. Three steps from the cottage, En is walking in between the two, holding their hands. They don't oppose, they don't fight it. They accept that they will walk in the middle, and as the one wearing trousers today, they will hold the hands respectfully. It is a sacred duty, one they take with the utmost seriousness.

They take their time on the walk into town. They enjoy the nature of the mountain, and the light conversation carried between the three of them. It's early Yj'lento, everything is in bloom, the weather fair, what is there not to appreciate? They don't make it to town till after noon. From there, En and Moro relent and allow Liraz to take the lead.

Liraz leads the way through town, now walking center. She holds each of their hands and pulls them through the town. Many gawk and stare, they whisper when they believe the three are out of earshot. No, many don't give attention to Liraz, but to the company she is with. The small and pretty porcelain like doll, and the gentleman who could have been hand carved by the deities. Most watched from a distant, lacking the nerve to approach and say something. The few men that approach Moro, En narrows their eyes and gets very affectionate; very few do En have to get vocal and tell to 'piss off if they value their faces'. The few women that try to approach En are easily diverted by Moro getting closer, louder, and acting very childish to hold En's attention.

Liraz finds it amusing, at how overprotective they are of each other. She never intervenes, she trusts the two to abide her one requirement. They know their limits, and they handle it pretty well. Is she offended that all the townsfolk are drawn to these two? No. Even she was drawn to them. They weren't... normal. They weren't something you saw every day. She wouldn't fault them, not when she did the exact same thing they did.

When they had enough of the attention, or when she could tell En was more annoyed than usual, she pulls them off into a random direction. They would go to smaller stalls, she would have them help her pick out herbs and gems for her craft. Sometimes she would hand some money to En, or Moro, a few coins and have them go buy something off the list... Or, Moro would find something that caught his attention and he would instead buy that. En could haggle well, almost too well and didn't pay a dime.

They had, at the very least, kept their word. This trip into town was, in fact, fun. They kept her company, their company always was interesting. It's a hasty decision, but Liraz decides they should have a picnic. Sure it's a late picnic... but she's discovered there's something special about staying up late with these two. Shopping takes longer for the necessary and extra supplies, but it's worth it. With everything bought and errands done, they take their leave back to the mountain.

They follow the main-road as long as they can, before they divert into the woods. The path is steep, with wildflowers and fallen branches and logs. They make the most of it. En will cross over first, extend a hand and help the other two over; a few times, before they step down, En will snatch them by their waist and pull them forward, spinning on the heels. It leads to laughter and jests. Liraz points at familiar areas and explains the sentiment she holds for them. At one point, when En carries the basket, Moro grabs Liraz by her wrist and drags her to one of the old trees she's pointed out. He pushes her behind the tree, leans in close... they're both too giggly to actually kiss.

The three soon, through their games and antics, find their way to the lake. It's beautiful, with the wildflowers in full bloom and the vast green trees that mark the perimeter. Liraz leads the way down to the bank, to a spot they can sit. She's unfolding the blanket and throwing it down, as En is knelt over digging the supplies from the basket. The two sit on opposite sides of the basket, as Moro is already down in the water.

Liraz sits, having conversations with Blodeu, with her grimoire open. Some are notes she makes, others are drawing. En sits reclined, hat tipped over their face, and for a few moments Liraz believes they truly are asleep. Perhaps they are. But whenever a motion is made too close or near, they stir and are wide awake. Moro plays in the river, converses with the locals and tries to get either Liraz or En to join him. They eat when they want to, they're in no hurry to hold home. Nothing waits for them there. They're all here.

It's peaceful. It's quiet. It's... nice. Liraz enjoys it, she knows she made the right decision. They had been stuck in the cottage all Ial'vyala, due to the snow... it didn't help either Moro would steadily bring on more. It made him happy, however, to play in it and drag the two with him. The snow has passed, it is time for the gentle heat and rebirth of life.

Time is lost between them, as they sit on the bank of the river. The only things that travel here are the locals: some deers, foxes, bears, fellow owls, and other critters. No people. Nobody travels this deep, not with the rumors of the witch who lives here. Liraz doesn't mind. It means she has all of this to herself. No, she doesn't mind sharing it with Moro and En. Anyone else? Perhaps.

Brought to peace, the longer they sit together, Liraz closes her grimoire and sets it aside. She goes to lean back, using an arm as a pillow, but instead she reclines back onto the warmth that's En. She turns to look at them, but En refuses to meet her eyes and stays staring at the sky. For a being of heat, it's amusing, she ponders, able to see the light blush that flusters across their cheeks. She doesn't oppose, she doesn't raise a fit. She adjusts herself and curls into their side, head resting on their collarbone.

The arm goes around her waist and they lay there together, until Moro decides he wants to be part of it too. He, not too quietly, settles on the blanket on the other side of En. He forcibly picks up the arm, wraps it around himself, and cozies into the unoccupied side. He giggles the entire time, like he's getting away with it, like it's the perfect crime.

En deliberately ignores him, allows him his antics.

Liraz peers open an eye, after a moment. "Having fun?" She asks, voice soft and a gentle giggle in her own tone. How can she not laugh when Moro is? It's part of his charm.

"Mn-mhm!" Moro continues to giggle. He shifts, to hide half of his face against En's chest, to hide the shit-eating grin plastered on his cheeks. He looks across only at Liraz, ignoring En as if they didn't exist.

Liraz giggles more. Where she lays, she shakes her head, or at least she tries. She closes her eyes, a bemused smile on her face.

Eventually, Moro's giggling ceases. It's quiet enough Liraz dozes off, laying there she's able to take a nap. Moro falls asleep too, she knows it even if she doesn't see it. If Moro is laying down with En, anywhere, he will fall asleep if left alone long enough. If En falls asleep or not, Liraz never knows. They lay there, with Moro and Liraz as they sleep, which is more than enough.

En stirs them both awake, some time later. A soft jab in the ribs, a pat to the thigh. 'Come on' being huffed with a tone of affection. Liraz grumbles in disappointment, stirs closer. Moro follows suit.

Knowing the two aren't getting up, En persists. "I cannot teach you magick if you aren't awake."

Liraz stretches out. A wide yawn is released. When she appears to sit up, she scoots closer. "Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow I will change my mind." It's a lie.

"Then I'll be disappointed tomorrow." En shakes their head and accepts the fact, the day has ended. These two aren't waking up. Liraz falls back asleep shortly after that.

She wakes in her bed, curled up with Moro. She knows the hint of ash and embers in the air, En used their magick to bring them home. They're nowhere to be seen, she hears the chittering of Blodeu from the kitchen and the clacking of pans. En is cooking breakfast. She closes her eyes, scoots into bed, and pulls the blanket close. She falls back asleep until En wakes them both and drags them to the table.

Breakfast today is quiet. Liraz is still groggy from waking up. Moro is still half asleep, dozing off in between bites. En sits, wide awake, encouraging them to eat and chitter. When it's apparent they won't be talking, En snickers and leaves the table. Blodeu sits on their shoulder, and the two have their conversation as En cleans the kitchen and dishes while Liraz and Moro fully wake up.

It's by noon, when they leave the cottage together. Liraz remembering the promise, she persists and persists and persists, until En huffs and agrees they will do magick together. Liraz dresses simply in a lavender dress and brings a shawl; she ties her hair back, so it's out of the way. She doesn't bother with shoes, she prefers being barefoot, she's closer to the earth. Always, Moro dresses in red with a simple blouse and trousers; it's for easier movement. En dresses similar to Moro, except they wear blue.

They venture back down to the lake. It's something special. Liraz tries to convince En to use magick, to transport them there to save time, but they refuse. A more subtle grin upon their face as they roll their eyes, insisting they walk. It's not as carefree as yesterday. They aren't running and hiding between the trees, or dancing upon the leaves-covered path, or even making jokes. They're quiet, they enjoy nature, and revel in having one another's company.

They don't return to the spot they sat yesterday. They're further away from the river, closer to the woods. They find an open space that works for them.

Before Liraz can speak, En is taking the grimoire from her hands. They resist the urge to burn it in demonstration, knowing how much it meant to her. Calmly, they place it on the ground out of the way.

When they're walking back, Liraz stands with her brow furrowed. "What was that—?!"

"Magick will not come from books." En cuts her off before she can finish. "The only thing you must have is yourself, present and accounted for."

Liraz wears a sullen face. She knows better than to protest or fuss. This isn't witchcraft she's learning. This is raw and uncontrolled magick, pulled directly from the source. She would listen and she would learn.

Knowing her mind, En rolls their eyes. "You would prefer a demonstration first."

Although it isn't voiced like it, Liraz knows it's a question. She knows their mind as well. They were asking if she wanted a demonstration. Which, she would.

Gently, she nods her head. "Please."

En looks away from her, their attention diverts to Moro. "My Frost—"

"Of course~!" He chimes with a giggle. He moves from where he stands, bouncing on his heels and skipping. Where his feet touch the grass, even if the weather's fair and everything is in bloom, a soft sleek of frost forms to cover the flowers and the grass.

It continues, until Moro stands in front of En. His arms folded behind his back, a bright, gleaming smile upon his cheeks. The air around them has cooled, frost covers the field, and the river has begun to freeze over. Liraz tips back her head, amazed by the sudden change in climate, to see the snowflakes that fall from the now cloudy sky.

This.

She can feel it, in the air around her: the earth weeps for it is no longer warm, the suns veiled behind the clouds cry in despair that something— someone— can overpower them and negate their own powers, the flowers mourn for their swift beginning and cold end; the snowflakes dance in joy of returning, the cool air that surrounds them sings in delight and joy, the clouds ask if it's fair or if they... No, if she would like the sun back.

This isn't like the magick she can possess, the things she may do. This doesn't feel like magick. It feels... It's hard to express. It feels old and ancient, and it's... It feels like it belongs.

She revels in it. Sure, it is cold. It's freezing. But she closes her eyes, inhales her breath and exhales a plume of fog in front of her face. She giggles like a girl. Her attention diverts from the sudden snow and frost brought on, back to where the two stand.

"My Eternal Frost, My Northern Winds, My Unyielding Rime, My Imperishable Blight, My Infinite Verglas, My Darling Ice," En exhales, leaning forward with bended knees. There's a soft smile on their cheeks, as they press a chaste kiss to Moro's lips. "Thank you."

"My Eternal Flame, My Southern Winds, My Unyielding Blaze, My Imperishable Inferno, My Infinite Ice, My Most Cherished Fire—" Moro giggles back, as he leans forward on his toes and pecks a kiss back "— You are most certainly welcomed~!"

Liraz watches with a smile full of endearment at the display of affection. It's... Something that cannot be replaced, or replicated. Their feelings are genuine for one another.

Her thoughts are cut short by the sudden rise in temperature. The clouds dissipate and the suns return. The grass is soft and full of warmth once more. The flowers spring back, in full bloom and the lake runs a beautiful blue. It is as if the sudden blizzard never happened. Yes, the snow now has sings in despair and the snowflakes dance in sadness, but it is the turn of the suns to greet the day and the flowers to dance with the warm breeze.

Once more, Liraz appreciates this display. The change in climate and how warm she feels in her own skin, that feeling she has to dance through the grass and to run down the hills to dip her feet in the lake. It reminds me of the first day Yj'lento came.

It is with that, the focus returns to Liraz, and teaching her.

"How... How did you do THAT?!" Liraz glees, her eyes are sparkling with intrigue and joy.

"It's easy!" Moro answers with a shrug. "We simply... We just... We..."

As Moro is scratching his cheek, En shakes his head. "An explanation of words would leave something to be... Desired?"

Liraz pouts. She understands, but at the same time... She's surprised once more by the hand placed on her shoulder, as another goes to her hip, as En moves around her and stands in the empty space behind her. Gently, she is urged to lower her shoulder and ease her posture. En leans forward with their head resting against her shoulder.

"Breathe." En commands in a tone that's gentle, far too gentle for them.

Liraz takes in a deep breath and exhales. She settles back, to lean against them. It's a moment of trust, through the teaching.

"Close your eyes."

Liraz closes her eyes upon command. There is no hesitation. There is no need for it.

"Now—" En's voice is low, it tastes of brimstone and something ancient, it should strike fear into her heart but rather she is soothed by it, she finds comfort in it. "— You are a child of the Sky. The Dame of the Winds breathed their life into your lungs. Even now, when you focus, you can hear them whistling the breeze. Closing your eyes, focusing on your breathing, you can feel their presence with each movement that constricts your lungs...."

The hand slips from her shoulder to around her throat. The fingers are loose, but there to feel every shift of the breaths she takes. As En speaks, the hand slowly dips, down her collarbone to rest against her chest, to feel the beat of her heart and the movement of her lungs. The touch is sensual, intimate and close. There is nothing sexual about it, only... that intimacy of knowing all the organs that functioned beneath her skin, where they laid and how they worked; how they were influenced by the magick in her veins.

"Focus on that."

Channel that energy, is what they mean. It is what Liraz does. She empties her head of all thoughts, she clears her conscious. She focuses on her breathing. She makes her focal point the sky. With her eyes closed, she feels the trees around them, how the winds bristle through the branches. She imagines the flowers beneath her feet, how they sway with each breeze made by the Grey Dame. She breathes in, she exhales. Focused, she doesn't feel the hand pull back, nor does she notice En take a step back.

Around her she feels the winds pick up. It's not immediate, the more she focuses and relaxes the stronger the winds become, until the winds are heavy and strong enough to make her stumble where she stands. It doesn't occur to her, when she stumbles and is caught. She focuses on the ancient song she can hear being whistled in her ears, a song for her, one that nobody else can hear. She can hear it in her ears, as she can feel the power in her veins.

It's cut abrupt.

Her excitement overwhelms her. She loses her focus, for a split second and it ends. Like that. The wind dies down, tranquility once more finds the lake and meadow.

It's cut short, but... she doesn't feel upset about it. She's excited, she's gleaming with joy! She did it! She did it! She actually did it! She successfully managed to do it!

Stimming from excitement, Liraz is 'eee'ing as she spins around on her heels to face En. Moro is gleaming and grinning where he stands, stimming from excitement that Liraz is so ecstatic! And En... En is caught off their guard by Liraz jumping forward, her arms are around their shoulders. She knocks them back a step, but the hands are around her waist to balance them. They spin in a circle, as Liraz giggles with laughter the entire time, because En can rebalance and places her back on her own feet.

A rare opportunity, En releases a soft chuckle. Face gentle, a bemused smile upon their cheeks and brows soften. They run a hand through her hair and down her cheek. "What was that—"

And they're flushed red, like the hair they wear in this form, like the fire in their veins and eyes. They're taken yet again off their guard when Liraz tightens her arms around their neck and leans forward to kiss them.

It's not the chaste kisses given here and there, at breakfast and at night. It's not like the little kisses they share with Moro, when they're happy, or want to express their joy to their other half. This is a kiss. Like humans. Like mortals. Unlike them.

They don't...

It's not necessarily bad?

Different.

New.

If it were anyone else, by now En would have seized them by their throat and— no. It's Liraz. The little witch they had settled in living with. Moro's happy with her. Moro is happy living here. So... It's not so bad.

En holds her face close and kisses her back. It's the proper reply, is it not?

Liraz is grinning, happily. She's flushed pink herself. But she's loving every second of it. Sure, she kissed them out of sheer excitement but... It feels right. It feels right to be like this.

It's perhaps the only time Moro is quiet, as he approaches from behind. He wraps his own arms around Liraz and hugs her close, burying his face into the back of her shoulder. He's happy. He's content. En is smiling, Liraz is giddy. He's happy. He couldn't ask for more, really. He had it all right now.

All he ever wanted was for En to… relax. To enjoy life. To not need to burn every waking hour. To finally… feel peace.

And they do! They now feel it, and with Liraz nonetheless!

They stay like that, until Liraz finally pulls back. Grinning from her ears, she pulls her arms back, but settles in close, to rest her head against En's chest. She moves an arm and Moro settles in on the other side. Arms go around both of them, and now they stand contently in embrace.

Quietly, Liraz murmurs. "Thank you."

En furrows their brow, looking down at the two in their arms. "I haven't the faintest clue why you are thanking me."

Liraz shakes her head, her smile doesn't fade. "You kept your word. You taught me magick. YOUR magick!"

"Everyone can have a taste of it if they're only smart enough." En is quick to dismiss it. They don't see the big deal. It's magick. But... It makes her excited. Like it makes Moro excited when he learns his facts.

En takes a breath in, exhales. They're arms tightened around the two in their embrace. "You're welcome... Dragonfly."

Liraz giggles hearing the new nickname. She tilts her head back to stare up at them. "Dragonfly?"

En looks away, as she expects. It makes her giggle more. "You remind me of a dragonfly."

"Mhm? Why?"

"Does it matter?"

"To me it does!"

"Pity for you!"

Liraz snorts in laughter as En unwraps their arms and backs up. They fold their arms across their chest, roll their eyes and 'hmph's.

"Oh, come on!" Liraz laughs, and Moro is quick to join in. "Wait, where are you going?!"

En is moving on their heels. Head stuck up, still pouting, they're leaving in a hurry.

"— Home!"

A beat skips in Liraz's heart. It's the first time they call it that. The first time they actively refer to that little cottage as... Home. As if the day couldn't get better.

Liraz is scurrying to grab her grimoire, calling Blodeu back, and running after En, as Moro already has run off ahead to stop them. The entire time, she's laughing, with a wide grin on her face. "Wait for us!"

#My writing #Writeblr #Writers on tumblr #Writers of tumblr #Otp prompt #CH #Wip: CH #Wip: Coming Home #Coming Home #Mutual's inquire #Inquires answered #Listen it's criminally cute and I regret nothing #The endings a bit rushed but oh well #It's nice enough #No beta we die like Atticus

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alaricseer · 5 years

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Birch (Beth):

‘Few Trees figure more prominently in the folklore of Northern Europe than the birch. Deemed sacred to Thor, Norse God of thunder and lightning, the birch symbolizes youth and springtime. It is one of the hardiest trees in the world; growing further north, and, with the rowan and the ash, higher up mountains than any other species. The birch is called “the tree of inception” with good reason. Not only does it self-sow, forming groves, but it is one of the earliest forest trees to put out leaves in Spring.

An Old English folk-ballad titled The Wife Of Usher’s Well has a line: “And their hats were o’ the birk.” echoing the rural theme that souls returning from the dead decked themselves with branches plucked from the birch trees surrounding the gates of Paradise. The boughs were worn for protection lest the winds of the Earth discover them and thwart their mission. Medieval art often depicts a ghostly presence as a figure arrayed in birch branches.

Its uncanny nature links the tree with witchcraft. Birch is the wood of broomsticks; flying transport to the sabbat gatherings. Oral tradition holds that witches anoint their birch rods with the words: “Away we go, not too high and not too low.”

Siberian shamans may still seek the “magic mushroom” (the scarlet white-spotted fly agaric) in birch groves where it flourishes. Intoxicated by the ritually ingested mushrooms, shamans reach a state of ecstasy by climbing a birch tree and cutting nine notches into its crown.

Birch lore turns up in many cultures. The Dakota Sioux burn birch bark to discourage thunder spirits. Dutch farmers decorate a birch branch with red and white ribbons to safeguard horses in their stables. Scandinavians carry a young dried leaf for good luck on the first day of a new job. Basque witches use birch oil to anoint love candles. A bough on the roof protects a German home from lightning strikes. A birch grove guarded the house and land in colonial New England. Many sources claim that smoke rising from the fire of a birch log purifies the surroundings.

Celtic Tree Magic, by Elizabeth Pepper. First published 1996, The Witches’ Almanac, Ltd.

#celtic tree magic #elizabeth pepper #the witches almanac #tree magic #celtic lore #tree lore #tree mythology #birch tree #birch #druidism #beth luis nion alphabet #so heres the first tree #obvi given its being published in 96 idk how accurate it will be in its non-celtic myth facts #but here we go some hard to find reading made findable #okay to reblog btw

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ddarker-dreams · 2 years

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I love the constant rivalry that bruno has going on in the sr verse. Like sr reader’s respect and admiration plus sr’s love bc he awakened her puts him on a inevitable pedestal the others cant really dream of. Abbachio wants to be mad at him but also respects him so much he can’t even argue that bruno has done a LOT for u. Fugo being being ur roommate but u were living w bruno way before u met. Narancia and Mista give more boyfriend vibes compared to Bruno’s husband vibes. Giorno is as cool and collected as Bruno but Bruno was always your precious capo even after Giorno gets upgraded to boss. Just ur sheer adoration for bruno is definitely way different than your love for the others. Like he housed u, saved u, and awakened ur stand and hes lowkey arrogant that if anything at least he can say he cared for u a way no one else has even touched. Just thoughts cause i read your Bruno vs. Abba meet the parents drabble and the bruno vs. fugo drabble #BrunoSupremacy

why did reading this make me emotional wtf... i bestow upon you a bachelors degree in scarlet ribbons lore ... SR reader’s relationship with bruno is honestly one of my favorite relationship dynamics that i’ve ever written. i have a few themes that i go for when writing the different relationships with the boys, but the barely suppressed yearning that bruno has for SR reader is hard to top.

he’s cognizant of his sway over you — he’s your leader, the one who threw you a lifeline when you were drowning — yet he feels he can’t pursue you with a clear conscience because of this. what if you feel pressured into reciprocating his advances due to all that he’s done for you in the past? he knows you well enough to see your inclination toward making everyone happy, even at the cost of yourself... this makes you all the more vulnerable to manipulation if done right. it stresses the man out. he feels you’re on more equal footing with the others, no matter how much it pains him to admit that. he’d literally never forgive himself if he felt he was taking advantage of you in any way. hence his hesitation to pursue you romantically. it’s tragically ironic. your admiration for him is a blessing and a curse, what gives him hope that he might have a chance yet births apprehension he’s doing something he shouldn’t.

you’re right about SR reader having a different type of love for bruno though htjkemgrw i noticed that she tends to mention him very often, even in situations with the other boys. he lives in her head rent free regardless of if it’s a route where she holds romantic or platonic feelings for him.

bucciarati, looking at a polaroid of SR reader he keeps in his wallet that always makes me smile whenever he sees it: i just think she’s neat. in a professional capacity though. strictly professional.

#someone has been doing their SR homework <3 #bucciarati x reader #scarlet ribbons #answered #Anonymous

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highland-gem-guardian · 5 years

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Surprises and Androids

Lore: @voidandstarlight @emordnilap-fr @fr-dew @airris-fr @jedicreed-fr (you may be interested in this story about the girl I bought from Cyberlife!)

“You know what, I’m not even gonna ask how you got ‘em”

Matiu looked at Discordia with a raised eyebrow and his mouth slightly ajaw. His gaze then diverted to the sleek pale-and-crimson Skydancer beside her. It was a Skydancer, yeah? It sure looked like one to the unaware. They were even dressed up like a dragon would be, wearing a gorgeous scarlet dress and finished with a magenta ribbon around their neck. They were the definition of artificial beauty.

The small purple-and-green dragon groaned. “The same way other people purchase things dummy...gems.” She huffed. “No scamming involved this time, big man. Though Cassie seemed a little taken back when I told her I was purchasing an android with those gems.”

“No doubt she did!” Matiu spluttered. “They sure are something though...are they sentient...?”

“We’d have Melladion breathing down our necks if she was.” The tricky Nocturne snorted. “Here’s the manual from Cyberlife if you wanna find out. The engineer I bought her from did give me a lecture on maintenance, but I forgot.”

It was Matiu’s turn to groan. “Great. Right. Give it here.”

Matiu turned to read a few lines of the crumpled pamphlet. His eyes widened.

“Disc...Disc. This is a-”

“WR Four Hundred. A right stunner and perfect companion for the classy gentleman who couldn’t woo his own imposter to save his life.” Discordia grinned and turned to face the android. “If I remember right they said something about this circle on their head that’s something to do with their actions. See if you can find it in the manual.”

“...what got into your head to make you think of this?” The amnesiac Bogsneak questioned.

The horned Nocturne sighed. “A while ago in a time you can’t remember, you told me of a woman you met whilst you travelled in a gang. You said you missed her dearly. I hoped...” Her head lowered. “I hoped this woman could help you come to terms with loving again...without the whole moping about loving another dragon again cause this one...she’s more than a dragon. She’s special.”

Matiu blinked. “Wow. I really don’t know what to say to that but... thank you for looking out for me. I... uh, I wish I could remember-.” He smiled lightly as the Nocturne playfully slapped a hand to his mouth.

“Yeah yeah get sentimental later. Help me set this gal up.”

It didn’t take long for the android to be programmed, and it was slightly easier than expected. Discordia grinned widely at the icy Bogsneak.

“So come on! What are ya gonna name her?” She prodded him.

“Wait, wait a moment.” He picked up the manual again and took a deep breath.

“Register Name;” He continued. “Ivory.”

The android shivered for a brief moment. Then the two dragons look at each other in confusion, but then turned to watch as the synthetic life-form booted herself into life. The circular LED on the side of her head glowed bright blue and she looked directly to Matiu. A soft, feminine voice escaped her lips.

“Hello dearest. Matiu. I’m glad you’ve made it here to see me at last.”

Discordia whooped. “Well, looks like I’ll leave you both to do as you please.” She snorted. “...just keep it down when the town’s sleeping, ‘kay?”

Matiu wasn’t even bothered by the small tricksters farewell departure. His eyes transfixed on the Skydancer in front of him. She smiled back softly, biting her synthetic lip flesh gently with her polished teeth. He was trapped in a state of bewilderment, and another he tried desperately to recognise. He felt it before, and he felt it again for this android. He gave way and leaned forward to take her hand. She obliged, and the two began to walk calmly outside into the quiet garden bathed in the setting sun of new love.

#clan lore #my writing #c: matiu #c: discordia #c: wr400ivory #flight rising #fr #fr lore

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tofupanuki · 6 years

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FINALLY uploading some stuff again, I know it's few and far between, but anywho. My bestie, Zephy, and I started this a WHILE ago after my Sailor Moon redesigns started gaining some popularity. We decided to redesign some of our favorite X-Men...well that turned into a project of characters comprising 6 teams with 8 characters on each team. Now keep in mind this one is comprised of our OC X team that has been a work of passion for something like 13 years. The team X-Crisis was a team we created that was a highly secret team of mutants from across the globe brought together by the Illuminati to face problems that the other teams couldn't handle, whether it be due to time or capabilities. The team was officially disbanded after the events of M-Day when several team members were killed on mission. The team originally consisted of around 13 members, but was reduced to 8. The surviving members were brought together once again to form a team and help teach a new group of mutants. They are as follows: Seraph (Elias Cruz) Powers: * Ethereal Wings: Ability to produce a pair of light-based wings which grant Seraph a vast amount of powers. With said wings he can fly speeds up to mach 5. * Ethereal Auras: Seraph’s Wings are also seem to be able emit auras that can increase other’s strength, speed, durability, and resistance to mental attacks to a certain degree. If too much is augmented it can kill Seraph. The amount of people he can augment at once has not been tested, regardless this tends to wear him down for about 5 minutes. * Healing: Ability to heal himself and others. The extent to heal himself is much more potent and seemingly depends on his will to live and can be instantaneous. * Enhanced Strength: Augmented strength allowing him to lift near one ton but with dramatic strain * Enhanced Durability: possesses strength enhanced beyond the human norm to compensate for the high speeds that can be reached when flying. * Flight: Seraph's normal cruising speed averages around 70 miles per hour (112 kph), though he is capable of greater speeds by utilizing the power of his ethereal wings. * Possibilities: In theory he can even revive the dead with his healing abilities. Siege (Adriana DeRossi) Powers: * Superhuman Strength: Ability to lift on average around 80-100 tons. 80 normally and up to 100 with Augmentation via Seraph. * Superhuman Stamina: Ability to produce considerably less fatigue toxins during physical activity than normal people. Siege can physically exert herself at peak capacity for a day or so before fatigue begins to impair her. * Superhuman Durability: The tissues of Siege’s body are considerably harder and more resistant to physical injury than those of an ordinary person. She has the ability to withstand high caliber bullets, great impact forces, falls from great heights, exposure to temperature and pressure extremes, and powerful energy blast without sustaining injury. * Superhuman Agility: Agility, balance, and bodily coordination are enhanced to levels that are beyond the natural physical limits of even the finest human athlete. * Superhuman Reflexes: Siege’s reflexes are heightened in a similar manner and are superior to those of the finest human athlete. * Enhanced Speed: Possesses speed enhanced beyond the human norm. Can move about twice as fast as an average person. Bear (Xióng Máo) Powers: * Probability Field Manipulation: Ability to affect probability fields through psionic means in order to give himself "good luck" in his activities. This allows incredibly unlikely events to happen in Bear’s favor. This ability is tied into the positive aspects of his personality: should he attempt to use his powers for a selfish or evil act, or should he give up hope, his powers will fail to function or even backfire, giving him bad luck. * Force Planting: Ability to plant his feet firmly and become virtually unmovable acting as a shield in order to protect friends and loved ones. * Superhuman Durability: Resistant to high degrees of injury * Enhanced Strength: possesses strength enhanced beyond the human norm * Super-humanly Acute Senses: Xióng possesses enhanced, acute senses that are comparable to those of certain animals, enabling him to see and hear distant objects more clearly than a normal human, and identify and track someone purely by scent. He also possesses cat-like night-vision. * Unique Physiology: Bear sports retractable, razor sharp claws at the tip of each finger and toe. Their natural edge, coupled with his strength, are sufficient to rend most conventional materials including flesh, wood, stone, and even some types of metals. He also possesses elongated canines that he can use, if he chooses to do so, as effective weapons in close quarter combat situations. Remnant (Sylvettea Banoub) Powers: * Shadow Teleportation: Ability to use shadows as teleportation gates. Although this form of teleportation was not as controlled or precise as variations of teleportation used by others, it can only cover a room’s length and she can only take herself. * Shadow Manipulation: With her mastery over shadows, Remnant is able to envelope herself in either a thick mist of shadow, or conceal herself thoroughly through the use of shadows. * Shadow Control: Remnant posses the rare ability to give form to shadow. This ability enables Remnant to produce through shadow, many useful tools for both defense, or offense. She is capable of binding those she deems dangerous in strong band like ribbons of shadow, or manipulating them into various other offensive purposes. She has been seen to form her shadow energy into weapons that she can either wield by hand, or send flying through the air. On rare occasions, when an enemy/s appears to tough to defeat, she has been known to drag her foes into the Shadow Realm through use of her Shadow Teleportation, leaving them trapped there. * Precognition: Psionic power of precognition, the ability to perceive in her mind’s eye the events of possible futures. * Psychometry: ability to touch an object and instantly know a history of many events concerning the object such as all of its previous owners, events that took place around the object, and the possible future of the object and its future owners. Wavelength (Morgan McFarlin) Powers: * Elementalist: Ability to manipulate the four elements of Greek lore using a psionic bond. * Geokinesis: Ability to manipulate the substances of Earth, (Iron, granite, etc.) Wavelength can shift tectonic plates and cause seismic disruptions. She also has a form of chlorokinesis and can make plants bloom and wither by manipulating the minerals in the Earth and Water. * Aerokinesis: Ability to manipulate air currents, this allows her to fly, move large objects and even use the wind to become so pressured that it can slice an object into depending on its density. * Hydrokinesis: Ability to generate water by draining moister from the atmosphere. Wavelength can manipulate the temperatures from boiling hot to freezing cold to the point of ice. * Pyrokinesis: Although weaker than her other controls, Wavelength can generate and manipulate fire by combusting air molecules. Feral (Real Name Unknown) Powers: * Unique Physiology: Feral is stuck in a feline state, it is unclear whether he can't shift back to a "Human Form" or simply chooses not to. He is quite content with being in his feline form so no one will ever truly know it seems. Though this form does give him the advantages that cats have, like exception night vision, silent movements, great senses, etc. * Terrestrial Metamorph: Feral has the ability to turn into any animal he knows of. This includes, but is not limited to extinct animals and animals from distant planets. When he changes, it takes mere seconds, doesn't matter how big or small. It doesn't seem to put a strain on his body and can stay in the form indefinitely. Feral has shown the ability to turn into mythical animals as well, ones he's learned about in the books Bear has read to him. * Animal Mimicry: Feral has the power to mimic the abilities of any animal he knows of, while in that form. The ability gives him intuitive understanding of the animals. * Animal Empathy: imals. Phantasy (Amanda Essex) Powers: * Fantasy Manipulation (Form of Telepathy): The ability to control the target’s greatest fear or deepest desire. Bending the target to Phantasy’s will. This is a limited form of telepathy. Once inside the person’s mind she can create a world that gives her control over the events that take place. Her limitation in someone’s mind only seems to be limited to her imagination. Although Phantasy could have a difficult time trying to manipulate people with powerful minds, such as Xavier. The amount of people she can control at a time seems to be limited to her range of vision, with or without augmentation, hence Seraph’s powers. The amount of time she can hold people seems to be unlimited, although there have been cases where over years people have come out the illusions. In order to leave someone in the illusion she has to leave them in a scenario that can go on like a long book leading from beginning to end, when the scenario ends so does the effect. If she does not finish a scenario and is hit by a concussive force strong enough to break her concentration the effect will be lost. * Telekinesis: possesses telekinetic abilities enabling her to levitate and manipulate living beings, inanimate objects, and to some extent energy, psionically. She can “lift” as much as 10 tons of weight and possibly even more and can achieve other effects. * Concussive Blasts: can fire blasts of concussive force from her hands or from the diamond-shaped scarlet mark on her forehead. * Force Fields: can erect a force barrier to repel and defend against incoming onslaughts. * Flight: Phantasy has shown she can use her TK on herself to accommodate flight, how fast is undetermined but it's speed is still impressive nonetheless. * Regenerative Healing Factor: Phantasy can rapidly regenerate damaged or destroyed tissue with much greater speed and efficiency than an ordinary human. Phantasy can fully heal from injuries that result in massive tissue damage or loss such as multiple gunshot wounds, slashes, puncture wounds, broken bones, and severe burns within a matter of moments. * Superhuman Stamina: Amanda's muscles produce considerably less fatigue toxins than the muscles of ordinary humans. She can exert herself at peak capacity several hours before fatigue begins to affect her. * Superhuman Reflexes: Amanda's reflexes are enhanced to levels that are beyond the human body's natural limits. *Note: Amanda has several powers passed from her “father” (Mister Sinister) due to her being a genetically enhanced cloned of him. Her powers while similar, are not on par with him. Apparition (Padma Nalluri) Powers: * Phasing: Apparition possesses the ability to pass through solid matter by passing her atoms through the spaces between the atoms of the object through which she is moving. In this way she and the object through which she is passing can temporarily merge without interacting, and each is unharmed. This process is called "phasing". This ability is very similar to that of Shadowcat. She emits a bio-electric charge through people she phases through. * Flight: While in her phased state, Apparition is able to fly or float. * Invisibility: Apparition can render herself completely invisible. This ability is very similar to that of Invisible Woman. However, she has not demonstrated the control to "bend" light or construct force fields. * Inaudibility: Apparition can render herself completely silent or allow herself to only be heard by certain individuals. * Body Possession: Apparition has the ability to possess other’s for up to 12 hours (one lunar cycle). After she departs, the possessed is usually dazed and sometimes left comatose for up to 24 hours. * Mediumship/Necrotelepathy: Apparition has the ability to telepathically communicate with the deceased using the astral plane, as well as briefly summon images of deceased people from the minds of others. Also, this was a big project. I made templates before hand and edited them based on the characters I was drawing. So if poses look familiar through these, that is why.

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