#small snippets

[astroaries98]

TW: Drug withdrawal and violence

Another lil snippet from my Muggle AU thing I have going on in my head, feels nice to have these little bits and bobs written down. Really enjoying playing with characterisation and trying out new things.

“Where is she?” Sirius demanded pacing up and down the small waiting room outside the solicitor’s office, he ran his hands through his hair and stopped in front of Regulus sitting in an armchair, flicking through a book. 

Regulus looked up to meet the desperate gaze of his brother and he shrugged. “Just sit down Sirius, you are being dramatic.” He replied lazily, and looked back down at his page. 

Sirius threw his hands upwards, “Dramatic? She’s over an hour late Reg, and she hasn’t replied to a single text message I’ve sent her.” 

Regulus rolled his eyes, “Fine, I’ll ring her.” He sighed, putting his phone to his ear. “anything to stop this” he muttered looking Sirius up and down. 

“If she didn’t answer for me why would she for yo…” He was cut off as Regulus spoke into the phone, shooting Sirius a cocky look. 

“Morning Ce..oh Percy” Regulus replied with surprise. 

Sirius quickly squeezed next to his brother in the armchair putting his ear next to the phone while avoiding Regulus’ flaying arms trying to get him away. 

“She ran?…shit” Regulus pinched the top of his nose and sighed deeply. 

Sirius still unable to hear the call almost climbed on Regulus’ lap mouthing to him to put the speaker on. 

Regulus tried to ignore the commotion nodding along to what Percy was saying while continuing to bat at Sirius, “Just go away” he finally snapped unable to concentrate on the phone call. Sirius got up, pulled a face at Regulus and started to pace again. 

“No not you Percy, yes I heard what you said, no I’m sure you did everything you could, I have a few ideas where she could be, yes I’ll keep you in the loop, right okay, bye.” Regulus hung up the phone and looked towards his brother and grimaced.

“She ran out of the car while it was at traffic lights,” Regulus informed Sirius who had now stopped pacing. “She left her phone behind, Percy said he’s been walking the streets but has no clue where she was running to.”

“Why was the door even unlocked?” Sirius demanded a sudden wave of anger replacing his worry. 

“She’s not a prisoner Sirius” Regulus replied. 

“Fuck” Sirius rubbed at his knuckles, he looked down deep in thought. “Okay I’ll file the missing person’s case, you start to see if you can…”

Regulus snorted and Sirius shot him a frustrated look, “Are you hearing yourself right now? Look I know this is new to you, but it isn’t for me, she needs time, she’ll turn up when she wants to be found, we can’t file a report what if the press gets ahold of it? It’ll be mayhem.” He picked his book back up. 

Sirius smacked the book out of Regulus’s hands. “Our sister is missing, and you just want to wait? After all we have been through? Anything could have happened.” Sirius shouted. 

“She ran out of the car 30 minutes ago, she’s hardly missing,” Regulus replied dryly but then sighed in defeat as he looked into Sirius’ desperate eyes. “Fine, okay” He stood up. “We will go and look, I’ll call a driver, suppose we better start with Barty.” 

Sirius’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the name. Regulus just rolled his in response. 

Regulus picked up his phone to dial when the doors of the waiting room opened and both brothers turned towards them. In came a concerned-looking Barty Crouch holding up a shaking Celeste Black, he didn’t acknowledge the two brothers instead putting Celeste in a chair close by the door, he knelt in front of her and used his sleeve to wipe the sweat droplets from her brow.

“Well, speak of the fucking devil and he shall appear” Sirius cried as he stormed over to Barty pulled him up by the back of his hoodie and punched him straight in the face. 

[schemmentisimpasours]

The Rejects Pt:4

I will be driving most of the day but I wanted to pu something out today. So here is a little reject from the most recent chapter of Monsters In My Head. A little Barbara Howard x Reader moment that just was not the right type of angst for me.

Masterlist

212 words

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She had learned to approach you just as cautiously as Melissa had. You turned towards her a small bite in your words.

“Why does everyone come up to me like I am some fragile doll that is about to break?”

Barbara cocked an eyebrow at you but you didn not apologize for the harshness in your tone only stared at her waiting for an answer. She was the first one to relent, “Darling I think you forgot how you came to us. Jumping at the smallest sound. Sometimes even screaming when someone approached you without notice. Other times devolving into tears if a noise was loud enough. It was impossible to get you to even talk about what was going on let alone acknowledge there was a problem.”

“I am sorry for snapping at you,” You apologized looking at the ground, “I am sick of feeling so weak all the time.”

“You are the furthest thing from weak sweetheart. I am sorry that we have been treating you like something breakable,” Barbara said coming to place a gentle shoulder on your hand, “We all see how much progress you have made. You are not the same woman who walked in these doors on the first day of school all those years ago.

[bewitchingbloom]

What's she up to? :3

[salamispots]

wip wip wip

[seranextdoor]

HAUNTING ~ JASON P. TODD. 18+

Summary: Maybe blocking Jason isn't such a great idea.

Contents: dry humping, oral sex (female receiving), fingering in the alleyway, fucking in the alleyway hence risky sex slash teeny tiny bit of exhibitionism, rough sex, size difference, unhealthy relationship.

Pairing: Jason P. Todd X Female! Reader.

Word count: 2.6k

Author note: an anon implied that they want a part two of the drabble i made abt ex! jason. it is here... and it's valentine's day special. sorry for dropping bangers and leaving for another 2 months. will do it again. enjoy!

🖥️ MAIN MENU. PART ONE.

I know if I’m haunting you,

you must be haunting me.

You told yourself this was going to be the last time. The morning after Jason had left, you were already blocking his number and changing the lock to your front door the next day. Maybe it’s the post-nut clarity that helps you realized that maybe… maybe this things going on between you and him wasn’t exactly healthy. Maybe it’s a good idea to ignore the calls you’ve been getting from ‘unknown’ caller knowing full well it was him.

You think it’s a little cute when he went as far as to text you from Dick’s number.

He thinks you’re a brat.

Besides, who cares if what him and you had going on wasn’t healthy? You didn’t have to blocked him.

Whatever, what’s done is done. “He’s going to stop reaching out eventually.” you told yourself only to see him leaning against his bike, waiting for you in one of the alleyway you always passes after your night shift a week after blocking him. The red helmet slightly glints in the dark when the streetlight hits, “come here,” he murmurs, head tilts slightly to the side. There’s a battered bouquet of red roses in his hand, the veins on his forearm pokes out from how tight he gripped the bouquet to the point that the stems are crushed. “Happy Valentine’s Day, princess. Come get your flowers.” Jason adds, his other hand reached up to removed his helmet as he placed it on the seat of his bike.

”I don’t want to.” A small huff left your lips.

”Just do it, goddamnit [Y/N].”

Old habits die hard.

Your shoulders drops in defeat as you dragged your feet to him, you can’t help it. As much as you want to keep up the ‘I’ve-totally-moved-on’ acts, you just can’t. So here you are, not even five minutes in and Jason already had his arms wrapped around your waist, his lips naturally finding their way to yours the second you had your head slightly tilts up. “Blocked my number, huh? What, you think you’re so mature, huh?” He snorts, letting the bouquet falls from his hand to hold you tighter in his arms. “I didn’t block you…” You whined, standing on your tip toes to keep him quiet by smothering his lips with small pecks.

”Yeah right, that’s totally believable.” He scoffed in between the pecks you're giving him, his head tilts down to make it easier for you to reached in for more kisses. “Because my texts and calls totally got thru.” You can practically taste the sarcasm dripping from the way he talks to you. “I might have accidentally blocked you.” You pulled back slightly to watch as his face gradually sours. He stared back at you with an annoyed look, his brows furrowed before a low groan leaves his lips. “Face the wall.” He groaned, his fingers running thru his black locks before you reluctantly turn to face the wall, “We’re doing it right here?” You stuttered as you spared him a glance over your shoulder, your eyes quickly widened when he pressed himself against you. His bulge slightly rubs against your ass, his hands digs into your hips to keep you still. “Damn right we are.” He says, his breathing slightly staggered as he moves his hips slightly to get more friction against his clothed cock.

You leaned the back of your head, fingers latching onto his forearms as a support. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?” He speak with a gruff, there’s creases on his forehead as Jason looked back at him. “How many times are you going to do this, huh? Acting like I don’t exist and blocking my number the second we had sex. I’m gettin’ real sick of it, [Y/N].” His hand reached up to grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him  as he grinds himself against the curves of your ass. “Fucking brat.” He adds, his thumb gently brushing over your lips. “My fucking brat.”

“I don’t know,” you breathes, your lips instinctively parting as Jason slips his thumb into your mouth. “…until you’re bored of me?.” You muffled out your words, eyes slowly turning cloudy from the having his cock brushing up against you. He scoffed at your reasoning, rolling his eyes before he pressed his thumb down your tongue.

”As if.” He mumbled, leaning down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You’re gonna block me again after this?” His eyes flickered to looked back at you. You stared at him for a solid minute with only the sound of his jeans and your skirt rubbing together can be heard before he removed his thumb off your tongue to let you speak. “No?” You stammers, mentally cursing yourself when he smirked at your answer. “Good girl.” He replied, his hand falls to the hem of your skirt.

”I missed you,” A soft whine left his lips as his fingers desperately reached down to rub your clit. Jason leaned against you to leave kisses on your neck and up to your jaw as his fingers pushes your panties aside. “You’re so wet already, baby.” He mutters, massaging the bundle of nerves in a circular motion. He slowly swipes his fingers between your folds as you leave trails of your wetness on his fingers. “Looks like this pretty little thing misses me too.” He chuckled when you whimpers at the feeling of his fingers being pushed inside of you. “I missed you too…” You whined, eyes shut tight as he pumps his digits deeper into your sopping cunt. The wetness between your legs sticks to your thighs and clings to his fingers, his teeth hungrily leaving marks on your neck. “Sorry for blocking you.” Your body shuddered in sheer bliss when his fingers curls with his calloused palm constantly brushing against your clit.

”Yeah? You’re sorry?” He asked, his voice growing breathy while his other hand clumsily undo his belt and zipper. A small frustrated groan leaves his throat before he pulls his fingers out of you causing you to pout and whine. “Oh, come on. Give me a second.” He laughed, turning you around but this time facing his bike. He moves your leg up on the seat before he kneel down behind you. “Fuck… Look at that.” He whispers, his warm breath fanned against your pussy before he desperately buried his face in between your thighs. “Jason!” You squeaked, toes curling upon feeling his tongue lapping on your clit with his fingers tightly gripping your thighs. His thick fingers leaving marks on your skin as you squirmed on his bike, causing him to land a spank on your cheek.

You whined. “What’s that for?” You looked back at him only to be met with his dazed eyes and his mouth still latching onto your pussy, drinking every liquid that drips out of you. For once in the span of an hour filled with nothing but his sarcasm, he was quiet. Except for the occasional groans and moans every time you pushes deeper against his nose. Your nails digs into the cushion of his seat as you whimpers when he slide his tongue into your entrance, prodding in and out of your entrance before he finally pulled back for some air.

”Jeez, Jay…” He looked up at you when you pouted, his cheeks and chin were coated with your juices before his eyes cast down to the way you wiggled your hips at him. “…keep going.” You bat your lashes at him, the excitement in your stomach stirs as he tugs his pants and boxer just low enough for his cock to springs out of the tight confinement before gently slapping against his stomach. His thumb keeping your panties aside and your entrance exposed to him, "Calm down, princess." He sighs before his teeth digs into his lower lip, it's been a hard week since he felt anything close to this. Sure, he settled on his fist for the first two days before he completely stopped when he realised that fucking his fist to the thought of you wasn't as good as fucking you.

He slowly moves his hips, managing to bury the tip of his cock inside of you as he lets out a choked moan. "Still feels good as ever." He moaned, head tilted back with his eyes closed. His cock twitches in you when small whines falls past your lips, sending vibrations down to him as the muscles tightening around his length. "Christ, you're still not used to me?" His breath were shaky before he looked down to you, admiring at the clear size difference between the two of you as you tried your best to take every inch of him.

"S'not my fault," You huffed, your legs slightly trembles underneath him. Jason shifts your position slightly, holding you by the waist with one hand while his other hand makes their way under your shirt to fondled with your tits. "Never said it was." He replied, pushing his cock deeper inside of you until he’s halfway in when he stopped, noticing the way you tensed up. “It’s okay, baby. Just a few more inches and the hard part’s over.” Your body shuddered from his whispers, his breath tickling the back of your neck before you quickly nods at his words. His hand reached to wiped the sweats off your forehead before his hips slowly moves, “Mhm, just like that… Just relax.” Jason coos, planting small kisses on your temples.

A whine break out of your sealed lips when he completely buried himself inside of you, filling every crevices off your pussy with his twitching cock. The curve of his length itches just the sweet spot to make you see stars, “Jason…” The sound of you calling his name temporarily distracts him from the way your pussy clamped him down. His fingers had its deadly grips on your hips as you stand on your tip toes just to slightly fuck yourself on his cock, “Yeah?” He croaked, replying back to you with a deeper tone as he glanced down to the way your ass softly slaps against his pelvis, “You’re adjusting?” He asked before you let a small ‘mhm’ left your lips.

“You’re just fucking yourself on me.”

“No, I’m not.” You lied with a crooked grin. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Just look at the damn wall. You’re gonna break that dainty little neck if you keep looking back at me like that.” He mumbled, moving his hips into you in a more quicker pace. “Hold onto my helmet. Drop it and I’m stopping.” He grabbed a fistful off your ass while you quickly grabbed the red helmet, hugging it to your chest. The sound of skin slapping can be heard throughout the dark alleyway, your shared moans and groans reverberates and bounces off the brick walls. He moves his hand down between your legs, his fingers pressing down on your clit as he moves it in sloppy, circular motion. His other hand holding on the handle of his bike, “Lift your ass up, baby.” He grunted, brow furrowing as his hips moves back and forth, every thrust felt like he’s sending you over the edge.

”I’m trying!” You said in a hushed tone, too breathless. You weren’t sure if your knees can take anymore before they buckled to the dirty ground. In an act of desperation, Jason lifts you up with his forearm under your stomach causing your legs to dangled off the ground before he continue shoving his fat cock into your dripping pussy. You let out a small gasp, he’s really doing it-- he’s quite literally carrying you like a doll. “Can’t even do the simplest thing.” He huffed, eyes closed with his the tip of his nose tickling the crook of your neck as your fingers clings to his helmet, not wanting to dropped it lest he stopped just for the sake of making you miserable.

Your eyes lazily gazes at the other end of the alleyway where anyone that decides to passed the alleyway can noticed the both of you. Your cheeks warmed up at the thought, minimizing your moans into small squeaks and whines. You glanced at Jason, hoping he doesn’t notice only for him to sharply thrust into you to elicit a loud moan out of you, green eyes narrowing down at you. “Don’t be quiet,” He whispered, his other hand reached to traced the curve of your spine with his thumb lightly. “Let me hear you.” He dragged his voice to sound slightly whiny just to tease you even further.

You hated how much you expected this from the get go.

Blocking him was never an option, Jason has a knack when it comes to keeping you tied to him. One command from him and you’d rushed back into his arms like a puppy, hopelessly lingering around him. “Feels so good…” You whispered back, lashes thick with salty tears as wanton moans spills out of your swollen lips. You hated the fact that the both of you knows this. You’re not even sure if the both of you were even exes at some point. The feeling of the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot sends you shivering despite being half dressed, it doesn’t help how godly his cock is. The delicious curve that sends you whining for more, the noticeable vein on the side of his length, the way his balls slaps against your clit, the thickness of it-- all of it drives you insane, fills your body with nothing but carnal desires.

“Outside? Inside?” He asked in between his groans, strands of his black locks sticks to his forehead as his jaw clenches. You know it’s near when his movement grow sloppy and inconsistent, his eyes darkened with sheer lust and the muscles on his bicep flexes. “Fuck, don’t just gimme puppy eyes, princess. Answer me.” He said with gritted teeth, purposely moving his hips rougher into you as you cried out of pleasure. “Out, out, out…” Your babbles almost went incoherent when you choked on your own moans while you blinks away the tears that welled at the corned of your eyes. He nods his head, burying his face into your shoulder as his arm around your waist tightens.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He curses, his head spinning and leaving him dizzy. Jason wanted to stay inside of you badly, the warmth of your cunt wrapping snugly around him screams nothing but heaven. And the fact that you’re already cumming on his cock before he even gets to pulled out? God, you’re just torturing him at this point. He pulled out of you right before he finishes, wet and sticky seeds shooting on your back and staining your skirt as he winces when the cold air hits his cock. “Oh my god.” His chuckle were airy, skin were slightly flushed from the lovemaking. Jason cradled you in his arms, turning you around to face him before placing you on top of his bike.

”You okay?” He asked, softly massaging your inner thighs. His forehead presses against yours, his gaze softened at the sight of you looking back at him with tired eyes. “Yep.” Your answer were short as you steadied your breathing, your arms wrapped around his neck to pulled him closer while Jason fixes your clothes.

”Wanna go rest at my place?”

The both of you stared at each other for a solid minute. You give him a small nod.

“That’s my girl.”

DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR MODIFY ANY OF MY WORKS. ©️ KENNEDYBABY.

[satoblue]

satoru is known to talk too much with no filter whatsoever.

it is no surprise he is the same in bed. no matter how much you warn him otherwise, that your daughter might overhear from how loudly he’s describing everything, he brushes it off.

“it’s fine.” he huffs, gently prying your legs open. “she won’t wake up. i gave her some of my melatonin gummies. she thought it was candy.”

your brows furrow.

“you just admitted to drugging our daughter.”

all you get in response to that is a cheeky little grin.

unfortunately for him, you both realize the next day that they didn’t work. why? oh, well, because your daughter had been sneaking them since before, and her body had built a tolerance to them.

after all, he said it himself — she thought it was candy.

[cspcrashing]

☠️: kurosaki. what the hell kinda shirt is this ?

🍓: i only said it would fit you, not that it would be your style. besides, it looks fine on you.

☠️: you— fuckin' whatever doc'.

🍓: you like it, don't you.

☠️: shut it.

[calware]

no context

[wildstar25]

WolShtola Week 2025 - Day Two - Fell first/Fell harder

A gradual acceptance of ones own yearning heart.

A sudden clarity to long harboured, deep affections.

The moment shared across two points of time.

[salemisha]

she hungers.

ysiraena. ysykaerra. mother of monsters.

all her names...and depending on if a spirit or mortal is speaking to her and especially a type of spirit she's called one over the other.

desired by inhuman forces not just admired, but claimed, hunted, courted by beings beyond comprehension.

a soul-forge key desired by gods, spirits, fae, and nightmares.

ysy was born half dead. but also half alive. and was something other. one foot in the spirit realm the other in the world of the living a convergence of both. the plan worked. the could be eve of a race of vampiric beings.

the ruling caste sought to create a key to immortality, nature's loophole, after thousands of years of attempts.

they made one. but they also made a soul desired by the living and the dead.

[astroaries98]

This is very different to anything I’ve written before, it’s a character study for a modern/muggle au idea I have which would follow the reconnection of the Black siblings after the death of Walburga. It will probably never see the light of day. Includes my OC Celeste Black

TW: drugs, swearing, withdrawal

*Where are you?*

Celeste ignored the notification, adding it to the pile of unopened text messages that had been coming through all morning. She let her head drop back on to the headrest of her seat and closed her eyes while she took a deep breath in, her knee jittered up and down.

“Are you alright Miss?” her driver asked.

She opened her eyes and caught his worried gaze looking back at her in the mirror.

“hum hum” she replied nodding her head breathing out slowly.

Her phone buzzed again and she put it face down on the seat next to her. She turned to look out the window as the car stopped at a red light and Celeste instantly recognised where they were.

Fuck it.

“Actually, Percy...I don’t think I am, any chance we can pull over?” She asked as she chewed on her lip, her fingers twisting in one another.

Her driver sighed and looked back at her, a whisper of disappointment crossed his face before it was replaced with concern. “Miss, I promised your brothers I’d take you straight there we are already running an hour late and I don’t think it’s fair to keep em’ waiting do you?”

Celeste could feel her chest moving quickly, her heart felt like a drum. Her eyes darted between the traffic lights and her door handle. Percy was still looking back and didn’t see the change in the lights. Celeste grabbed at her opportunity, she whipped off her belt and dashed out the car. She ran down the familiar alley and didn’t look back leaving the car door open and her phone behind.

She ran until she knew Percy wouldn’t be able to find her. She lent against a brick wall panting, her whole head spinning, her chest still beating hard. She let herself slip down till she was sat on the floor, knees against her chest. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, trying to regulate her breathing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The voice was harsh but with a glimmer of amusement.

Celeste snapped open her eyes and saw the boy in front of her. “B…Barty” she whispered.

Barty Crouch had a wicked smile across his face. His dark hair stuck out from under a black hoodie, he was wearing baggy black jeans that had a sliver chain from the belt loop into his pocket, it matched the one around his neck and the stud in his eyebrow.

Celeste opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, she threw her hands to her face trying to stop herself from crying.

“hey...hey, Ce it’s okay, I didn’t mean to scare ya” He sat down beside her and took out a packet of fags putting one in his mouth, he nudged her and held up the packet to offer one. Celeste shook her head and Barty shrugged as he lit his.

He took one long draw, letting the smoke slowly curl around his lips as he exhaled. “What are you doing here Ce? It’s dangerous, you of all people can’t just run around these streets, what if someone else found ya? They’d take you for ransom.” He slightly scolded.

Celeste took the cigarette from Barty’s fingers, her hands were shaking as she took it up to her lips.

“I knew where I was going” Her gaze looked forward but she gestured up with her head.

Barty followed the gesture to the pair of dark green converse tied over a telephone wire above, they had been decorated with sharpie doodles of skulls, stars and roses. Barty exhaled a laugh and shook his head. “Gonna have to change my signage aint I?”

A small smile crossed Celeste lips but it quickly vanished as she looked over to Barty. “I’ve tried you know? I really have, but I don’t think I can do it anymore, maybe just a little bump, just half a pill? Anything please, anything...”

Barty sighed and looked at Celeste. “Celeste no, I’ve made promises and so have you. You have done so well, you have worked so hard don’t throw it away now” He took her face between his hands and looked intensely at her.

Celeste shook free and jumped back. Anger filling her eyes, her mouth falling into a frown. “Why is it just me that has to do this? Why do you get to carry on, nothing changed for you.” She shouted.

Barty took a deep breath but it didn’t stop his frustrating from growing. “Because I don’t have the future you have, I don’t get the outs, the fifth and sixth bloody changes you get...because I know when to stop.” Instant regret crossed his face he opened his mouth to speak but Celeste cut him off jabbing her finger into his chest.

“Fuck you, fuck you Barty... you did this to me, it was you.” Celeste couldn’t control herself now, tears ran down her cheeks.

Barty clamped his lips together and pulled Celeste in close, hugging her tight. He rested his chin on her head and screwed his eyes tight. “I know I did.”

“You have ruined my life” Celeste sobbed into Barty’s chest, surrendering herself to the embrace.

“I know I have.” Barty replied sadly. “I know”.

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

“Fine, but move your face away. The others are staring,” he said and pushed Tom’s face back.

Innocently, Harry’s hand pressed against Tom’s lips and chin as he did so. And not nearly as innocently, Tom quickly chased the feeling. He desperately wanted to leave a lingering kiss on Harry’s palm, the pads of his fingers, the length of them — whatever he could reach. But the moment was all too fleeting.

Tom licked his lips, vying for a taste, while Harry distracted himself with the inane chatter of his friends. He was not disappointed when met with the lingering bitter of what may have been wand polish, or a hint of quill ink, and something just sickly sweet enough to be a trace of treacle that Harry had enjoyed during lunch.

It was addictive. Tom wanted to taste him again. Wanted to taste more of him.

[larkwinged]

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒 𝐅. 、𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

PROFILE. a self-righteous knight who is too willing to throw their life away, and too eager to charge into battle. underneath their stubborn exterior, they are riddled with the pressure of upholding a family title that has long been lost to time.

FULL NAME. artemis elise fröhlich

PRONOUNS. they / them

GENDER. fem-presenting non-binary

AGE. early twenties

HEIGHT. 5”1

BIRTHDAY. november 12th

OCCUPATION. knight

AFFILIATION. knights of favonius

ELEMENT. pyro

CONSTELLATION. columba bellicosi

WEAPON TYPE. sword — “herald of the dawn”

Now stripped of its original purpose as a vessel to store all the memories of an ancient god king, this sword has been passed down in the Fröhlich family since the dawn of time.

Once wielded by the god of memories herself, this sword was blessed by the winds and presented as a gift to her youngest child upon the morn of their knighting ceremony.

“You, who represent the grace and bravery of humanity,” said the Queen, “take this and go. Become a pillar of hope to those wallowing in the darkness, and guide the lost onto a chivalrous path. You, the Dovewing Knight.”

And so, the first Dovewing Knight set out, protecting the people of Cairnfelle and standing tall as a beacon of hope, just as they were requested.

At the edge of the world, when the brilliance of Cairnfelle collapsed and the mountains crumbled, the sword found its way tumbling back into the hands of its previous owner to defend her honor, and upkeep her legacy until the final trumpet sang … announcing her defeat.

With no definite home, the sword lay in the ruins of its kin, preserved well by the Anemo Archon and his will — until the day it found its way into the waiting hands of the inheritor of an ancient title.

• demo music concepts. one two three

• ENG voice claim : keath òsk as cole seymour from yaelokre’s “meadowlark” project

• JP voice claim : marina inoue as armin arlert from attack on titan

CHARACTER STORY 1: eastward of eden

It is true that Artemis has long held resentment towards their older sister and past caretaker, Lilith. As a child, Artemis was refused of many things — including choosing their own clothes, partaking in certain activities, and having their own privacy. There wasn’t much they were allowed to do, and even the hobbies they enjoyed ended up ruined by Lilith’s excitement and pushy nature.

To this day, Lilith is unaware of the mental anguish she caused her siblings over the course of their entire childhood. However, in her own eyes, she has done no such thing, and has succeeded at being a “mother.”

Many citizens have told her, “My, you exercise much control over them,” and yet, she has failed to see the error in her ways. It is not entirely her fault, as she was forced into the role of a mother when she wasn’t ready for such a task. Even though she failed in many aspects of her parenting skills, there was one thing she has always truly succeeded at: caring deeply for her family.

However, no amount of love could undo the years of fighting and hurtful words thrown around between the siblings.

CHARACTER STORY 2: legacy

Long ago, in the days of yore, the archaic land of Mondstadt had been ruled by a monarch older than Decarabian. Her rule was rumored to last longer than his, and her birth is now nothing but scattered fragments along the wind.

When the Queen of the North Wind descended and claimed Mondstadt as her home, a mighty kingdom formed under her feet. Small huts grew to larger, firmer homes, and gargantuan cathedrals made of marble were erected in her honor. Trumpets blew, the wind howled, snow fell, and mountains as high as the heavens towered above humanity.

In later years, the prospering kingdom of Cairnfelle was officially born. Serving as a haven for travelers and poets alike, the kingdom sang with energy as it thrived under Queen Catalina’s guiding hand. The god of memories was exceptionally gentle, with a kind and compassionate heart that moved even the most stoic-faced men to tears. Her words were wise, her complexion glowing, and her promises true.

Cairnfelle, as much as it prospered, gained an enemy from a distant land. With no choice but to face the beast she prodded, the Queen set out to befriend the raging phoenix that had enough of her games. Ever the charming soul, the Queen did not have to do much to make the phoenix bow to her every whim, and before the citizens of Cairnfelle had the chance to acclimate to the visitor, the two were to be wed.

There is not much to say for the years in between the joining of two god kings and the fall of Cairnfelle, but this: Four inexplicably brave and virtuous souls were born from the two gods — four demigod knights who carved the way for the future of Mondstadt: The Four Archangels.

The Blair Family — the origin of the Fröhlichs, is no longer the raging flame of life it had once been, but a snuffed out ember of its former glory.

Only in passing on the titles of the Four Archangel Knights can the present day Fröhlich family hold tight to what was once a name feared and adored by all.

CHARACTER STORY 3: composition

Many questions have arisen over the years; all pertaining to a certain facet of Artemis’ composition.

“Is it a curse?” They’ve inquired, only to wind up receiving a simple, “I’m not even sure myself!”

However, that it is a small white lie they’ve grown to tell. In fact, Artemis is very much aware of the reason why they consistently find themselves on the brink of death and luckily make it out alive. It is because of the unique composition their ancestor, Lowen, was made of: pure and unbridled wrath.

The story goes as such: In the days of yore, when gods and monsters still yet walked the earth, a beast born of flame and rage took flight. They seared their enemies and allies alike, and roused the hearts of warriors all across Natlan. They utterly refused to lay their past life to rest. In doing so, they made a promise to their newfound family. The wrath that lived inside them was nothing but a blessing, and deserved to be passed on through their children, and future generations. And so, the endless wrath that boiled in their veins was passed on — consuming the lives of their children, and overtaking the brilliant flames that became their descendants.

To be a god’s descendant has always been an honor in the Fröhlich family line… Yet, Artemis — like the direct children of the god of wrath — see it as naught but a curse; For what blessing could bring about destruction and the devastation of any living being in one’s wake.

VISION STORY:

The blistering pyro vision attached to Artemis’ belt was said to be a gift from the gods, and maybe even a gift from the long gone god of wrath themselves.

What else are visions besides gifts from the gods? A tool to wield, and yet another curse Artemis must deal with.

At the young age of eleven, Artemis was sent out on their first escorting mission. It was their first mission given to them by Grand Master Varka, who was elated to test their strength and endurance. Not many were willing to accept an escort from a child — as was the case with the Fontainian aristocrat Artemis was talking their ear off to. However, the man said nothing, as the child’s directional skills were second to none. It was only when they hit a bump in the road that the man questioned Artemis’ capabilities as a knight.

“I should’ve known better than to trust a child!” He yelled, waving his fist in the air as he pushed them aside and ran off ahead by himself in the rain, leaving the young Artemis to fend for themselves amidst a hoard of abyssal monsters.

Although panic was steadily rising throughout their body, they forced themself forward — slashing at every monster with a shaky grip on their sword. The rain poured, sagging their clothes, and dragging their arms down to the dirt. The grip on their sword slipped, as did their footing, and they tumbled to the hard ground with a rough clash.

Their shoulder-piece scratched the bridge of their nose on the way down, and a thick line of blood began to spill from the open wound. A rifthound drew closer, baring its teeth and snapping its jaw as its claws outstretched, striking Artemis across the head. A clap of thunder sounded, and amidst the ringing in their ears, Artemis felt the weight of ten large wooden planks collapse on their back.

Even so, they shakily grabbed their sword, their nails digging into the wet earth, and began to stand. Their blood boiled as a wrath they were only warned about once crept up to the surface, prickling along their skin until it caved inwards, tugging at their ribcage and burning against their racing heart.

In a flash of white and gold, the hoard of rifthounds lay motionless on the grass, their bodies turning to dust as Artemis panted heavily. The wrath inside their veins bubbled, and their vision turned red. It was all consuming. It was destructive, and it was total annihilation. They struck down every monster seeping from an abyssal pylon until finally, they tore the pylon in half with nothing but their blade and their bare hands.

The rain continued to fall as they dropped their sword and collapsed to the ground in a heap of sore limbs and bloodied grass. Their eyes fell close for a moment — at least, what felt like a moment — and when they opened, a shining vision sat amongst the pool of blood left behind by their foes.

Indeed. The god of wrath, whose curse ran rampant in their veins, rewarded them with yet another “gift.”

𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

• hobbies: When they are home in Dornman Port enjoying their days off, they like to wind down by practicing the art of crochet. Not only is it soothing to sit by a windowsill while the afternoon breeze filters into their bedroom, it is also a hobby their late mother held dear. By partaking in this hobby, they feel closer to their mother, and can preserve her memory longer. Another hobby is sports. Artemis can often be found playing with the kids in the port during vacations.

• beliefs: The Fröhlich family have always dedicated their lives to the protection of Mondstadt, and hold a firm worship to a god king who has long been dead. Although they have accepted Barbatos as their new savior, they still hold their original god close to their hearts. Artemis has naturally followed this belief and considers their worship of the god of memories their religion. During rough times, they find solace in a temple far north and meditate there for as long as they deem necessary. Once a month, they offer up a few of their most important memories— a ritual that has been passed down in the Fröhlich family for over 3000 years.

(This act of offering up memories is akin to the way some worshippers will offer animal sacrifices to the god they serve.)

• about — fate: Artemis is a firm believer that fate will guide the worthy and ultimately lead everyone onto the path they are destined to walk. However, they do not include the meddling of gods and higher beings into this equation. They believe that fate is its own entity and not dictated by the Archons nor Celestia. It acts of its own accord, and the gods are mere victims of fate, as well. Not even Celestia will be spared.

• about — death: Artemis believes that death is a stepping stone to a greater afterlife. Akin to their many family members, they believe that life is temporary, and death is eternal. When one dies, they are not truly dead; for they are shedding their mortal shell and accepting their true form, which is the soul. The soul will live on forever in the afterlife, while the physical body is nothing more than a temporary shell to house said soul. With this belief, the Fröhlich family does not fear death, but welcomes it with open arms— greeting it like an old friend.

[aingeal98]

Seeing yellowjackets spoilers without having watched the episode yet feels like getting news and rumours from the battalion your son is in as he fights a war. Or from your daughter at the world's worst summer camp. How's Nat doing this week they haven't traumatised her too badly this time have they? Is she making friends? Not getting in any fights? Oh I see Lottie and Shauna are at it again, hope they don't do anything too extreme. Is it all work or do they get a chance for some fun? I hope they're not eating another human so soon after their last one, it can't be good for their gut health. (I'll find out in a few hours when I can actually watch it)

[everlastingdream]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Kara has been cleaning her new apartment the whole morning. It's not like she couldn't finish it in the couple of minutes but there was something satisfying in methodical cleaning.

And it was so long-awaited moving too. Cat gave her a raise after some begging and insane amount of ridiculous coffee orders, plus her salary at the DEO and Kara moved to the pretty studio just a couple of minutes from work.

Alex promised to dropped by with the lunch, while grumbling about newfound distance to her sister's place. So when bell rang around 2 pm and Alex's squeeky boots stopped by the door, Kara didn't think much before using super speed to open the door.

"Alex! You're right in time! I was craving the pasta the whole mor-..." Kara choked in the middle of the sentence, since somehow her sister wasn't standing alone. Which is strange, because she clearly hadn't heard anyone and she was in her pjs and...

Well, so. There was gorgeous brunette behind Alex, who looked like a bussiness lady. Kara just digested this fact, when her sister pushed past her, throwing bags in her hands.

"Yeah-yeah, just take it, my arms are almost falling off. Nice place, by the way. I think it will be easier coming and going as Supergirl, since it has the roof access".

Kara's heart dropped, as she whirled around in disbelief.

"Alex! You can't talk about it in front of someone I don't even know!"

Alex looked back at her with the most incredulous expression, like it wasn't she who just blew off her secret to the pretty stranger.

"What the hell? Who are you talking about?"

"Who am I- The woman right here!" And with that Kara pointed her finger right at the nothing.

Both she and Alex stared at the blank space where, Kara could swear, woman stood just a second ago. And now she was gone without any sound. Without even a heartbeat...

"Say, Alex, it's not normal to see ghosts on Earth, right?"

It goes without saying that the next three hours Alex and her team spent searching for every possible reason for Kara's sudden hallucination in her apartment (from somehow bypassed kryptonian immune system chemicals to fifth-dimentional influence) and then another three at the DEO examining Kara herself.

But by the end of the day Alex send Kara home with the news that she was as healthy as ever, and her apartment was perfectly safe and secure.

"It was not how I pictured my only day off going", Kara sighed, heating up her long forgotten food with heat vision.

"How are you able to do that?" a soft voice asked with wonder right beside her ear.

Kara gave out a shriek she wasn't even ashamed of.

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: Yeah no– yesterday I met Roier and Missa for the first time, which was really really freaking cool. Me and Badboyhalo were walking 'round the floor, and Bad got a notification of like– [Briefly interrupted by his father] –with like, Roier taking a photo with like a viewer, and Badboyhalo was like "He is here!" 'Cuz on Insta– [An off-screen "hello" distracts him from the rest of the story] Yes?