#snippets of it at least

[kits-ships]

doctor/olive/master fic quotes, dahlia edition :3

(dividers to separate different drabbles.one-shots) - (tenth doctor and simm master

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, dahlia is a fankid <3, and a single, vague mention of weight (ties into pregnancy). also idk how to write children properly

"are you guys still harassing diplomats? x" her message simply asked as she curled up on her bed in the TARDIS; Honey and Coconut purring by her side. "We weren't 'harassing diplomats'!" the Doctor quickly attempted to explain, "just having a bit of fun!" "It's... important research," the Master added. That definitely didn't seem suspicious.

"that sounds fun <3" she texted back, holding her stomach as Coconut stood on top of it. "are you guys terribly busy at the moment?"

"oh, just cuddling with the cats!!" she responded. "but i think my water mightve broke x" we love a calm and collected girlie

"Your water did what?!" the Doctor's second response read His hands were shaking as he typed and his adrenaline spiked. "???" Olive laughed to herself. "you know the thing that happens to pregnant people??" she texted back with a small grin.

"just come back to the tardis !!!"

"You two have lived together for four years and still act like you hate each other." Olive pointed out with a soft laugh. "The three of us have a baby together; you're allowed to be friends, you know."

The toddler gently ran a hand over his stubble, cooing happily from the sensation of it beneath her finger tips. "She loves you." Olive hummed, watching as the girl gave him what seemed to be a kiss on the cheek. "She doesn't care about your past; just you loving her back." gripping my chest and crying as i reread this

"Dada nose." his daughter said very matter-of-the-factly before curling her tiny fingers around the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, but she's a two year old, not a licensed doctor."

"Me too, sweetheart." she murmured, kissing him once again before pulling away. Her gaze turned to Dahlia, and she tilted her head to the side. "How did you know, baby?" she wondered, watching her daughter kiss the Master's cheeks once again. The toddler turned, smiled, and went, "Dada big nose." I LOVE YOU DAHLIA !!!!!

"Daddy eating da i' cream." she informed the Doctor as if she were a tiny lawyer confirming evidence presented to the court.

"Daddy gumpy." she announced to her parents, running her hand over his stubble with a smile before cooing. "Daddy smile too!" Her fingers went to the corner of his mouth and she gently tugged them upwards. "Yay!" the girl cheered. "Daddy not gumpy!!"

The Doctor grinned, placing his hand on the small of Olive's back. "We are very handsome Time Lords," love the self confidence

They didn't get to sleep for long before Dahlia's voice rang through the room. "Mama!" her sleepy voice croaked, her drowsiness quickly turning into excitement. Olive opened her eyes with a yawn and squished her daughter's cheeks as the Master stirred. "Hi baby!" she purred, kissing her forehead. "I missed you." i would die for them btw

"Plus, Dahlia said that I look like a hot air balloon the other day." The redhead murmured, smiling faintly as she remembered her toddler's comment. (she's having twins for context)

"I mean…yeah, I can see that. But, hey, you're just the cutest hot air balloon I've ever seen."

hi taglist ! this isnt technically writing but its cute, so :3c? @selffulfillingshipper @dudefrommywesterns @sunstar-of-the-north @felixrichtershubby @kylars-princess @faerie-circle-ships @knightoflove @wyndford-dekarios @strawberrisoulmate

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[limboni]

"Children in the woods" 5/5

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[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #8

A/N: Recently reread an older prompt thread of Danny reincarnating as Tim and remembering his previous life at nine... that inspired this...

Something was different about Tim. They all noticed as they watched the third Robin as he went through the cave like a whirlwind on fire. Collecting small gadgets and trinkets, his laptop and other things before hurrying off with some kind of excuse again. Dick arched an eyebrow and glanced at Bruce. The first Robin felt tempted to as Bruce for help to figure out if something had happened during their last mission.

While near death situation weren't uncommon in their line of work, they never before had affected the young teen the way they have right now. Dick had first thought, the kid had suffered some kind of head trauma considering how disoriented he had been when he first woke up. But this, was ridiculous, it wasn't like Tim was acting all to different from his usual self but.... Dick shock his head. Maybe he was just imaging it. The kid was still the same, tinkering with gadgets and drinking coffee or energy drink in amounts the kid was still way to young to consume the way he does. Maybe the boy hit puberty finally.

In his room Tim dropped everything he had collected from the Batcave into a pile, before quickly grabbing a notepad and scratching out bullet points as well as adding new points. The kid then proceeded to start pacing his room, counting something down with the help of his fingers as he muttered to himself.

"Okay Tim, think... I should have everything I need... I just need to remember the blueprint and then build it. It's not like I never build gadgets of my own. It something I have always done once I got into it... so it will be easy to make it and then..." His muttered continued before he plopped onto the ground, not before grabbing his little multi-tool box. His hand grabbing his notebook once again as he opened it and began scribbling down.

"If I use the parts of the stun gun.... and then the chip set from the bat mini computer.... then use the metal from one of the many batarangs..." Tim mumbled to himself, before coursing as he dropped his pen. His hand going intangible for a brief moment. His eye twitches for a second before he took a deep breath calming down, then picked up his pen again. He really needed to get started on building that Fenton bracelet.

"They just had to knock me hard enough into the head that I would remember my past life...." Tim mutters quietly, annoyed with the goons he had fought during their last mission. He took another deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. Memories that belonged to Danny Fenton flitting across his mind. When Tim had woken up the first time he hand't remembered for a hot second that he was Tim Drake, son of Janet and Jack Drake, ward of Bruce Wayne and third Robin to Batman.

He literally thought he was Danny Fenton waking up in a strange dimension. After his initial panic calmed down Danny, or rather Tim had anaylized his situation and figured out, he was remembering his past life. It made the most sense. At first that was easy to deal with, until Tim one day fell through the floor. Thankfully neither Bruce, Alfred or Dick had noticed that incident. But to Tim, that meant he unlocked his abilities from his past life.

Which how was he going to explain that? 'Oh hey Bruce, I woke up and I don't have a meta gene but I remember my past life and now I have ghost abilities.' Yeah... that would go really well with the paranoid old man. Someone Tim was currently babysitting until that man recovered from his grief.

That brought Tim to his next dilemma. Because he remembered Danny Fenton read comics, while he mostly read comics centered around Martian Manhunter his past self thankfully had a friend that was into Batman and had discussed the comics with him. That was lucky for Tim. Because Tim wasn't stupid, he had seen other kids at school read these kind of books before. So he was aware that he was currently experiencing and living through the plot of one of these reincarnations book.

A part of him was partially sure that he could blame that on some of his ghostly friends from his past life.

Eitherway, thanks to his past life's friend. Tim had knowledge of the future, even if he didn't remember everything. Bad point, he had by now figured out in which timeline he was. Or at least Tim believed he had, which meant he was to late to prevent the fall of the second Robin, but if he calculated right either Damian was going to appear soon or he would be joining the Teen Titans which meant one step closer to going to get attacked by an enraged second Robin coming back. There were targets painted on his back. At least he wasn't at the point at time where he had another insane fruitloop obsessed with him.

Tim groaned. "I swear if this life were a novel it would be called, 'how to survive your siblings rage after awakening to your past life'."

There was a pause in the moment where Tim just let his mind wander. Before sitting straighter and getting to work onto the things he needed to suppress his ghost powers for the moment as well as making plans for the inevitable appearance of his future siblings. He just hoped he remembered the order of events correctly let alone that they were from the timeline he was in, otherwise he would be screwed.

"And that is, if I really only remembered my past life and did not taking over another kids life.... And Ancients... please don't let this be a Joker Jr. timeline...."

[serpentface]

Mitlamache and Anaemache mural from a household shrine

[bunnykaye]

Bridgerton 3x07 | Joining of Hands written by Geetika Tandon Lizardi Script-To-Screen (5/?) (script courtesy of the Writers Guild Foundation Shavelson-Webb Library)

[hurtwithallthecomfort]

Whumper had been wronged. Badly. Betrayed by an ally, captured, left for dead. When they got out, barely alive, they were beyond furious, and they wanted nothing but revenge. And so, once they recovered, they would go out to bring justice to the person who hurt them so horrifically: Whumpee.

Problem is, Whumpee didn’t actually do anything. They might have been framed, or happened to be in the wrong place. Or, maybe they did hurt Whumper, but they were being brainwashed, manipulated, or forced and threatened into it. Either way, Whumper’s going after the wrong person here, but they can’t say anything about it. Perhaps they’re protecting the real culprit, perhaps Whumper won’t let them speak, or perhaps they think they deserve it despite the circumstances. So, the suffering continues on, for an agonisingly long time.

And then, Whumper realises the truth. They find the real culprit, find some evidence that proves Whumpee’s innocence, or find proof of what happened to Whumpee before. And they’re sick to their stomach. Nausea doesn’t even describe it. Everything they had done was to an innocent bystander at best, and another victim of the real traitor at worst.

[orangesavannah]

Something else than just comic pages. I had this very vivid idea in my head and had to get it down on canvas.

[ghqstwriter]

“Something’s troubling you.”

When Villain spoke, it was usually with a tone filled with snark at best and malice at worst. However, when they addressed Hero, their voice was nothing but soft. Loving, if one could call what the pair had between them love. Hero would usually smile warmly any time they heard their partner speak to them with such a tone, yet today, Villain was right; something really was troubling them.

There was no point denying it, the evidence was stacked against them. Hero had been gritting their teeth the whole day, and when they had stepped into the room moments earlier, their fingers had jolted straight to their temples in an instant, reflexes already getting used to the pain. Hero let out a small groan, to which Villain wordlessly beckoned them over to the sofa they had been sprawled upon. They obliged, hardly able to keep upright until reaching the seat.

“Is our city’s golden saviour tired, perhaps?” Villain mused. The city’s golden saviour. When the criminal had first used that nickname, it was mocking, dripping with hatred and scorn. It seems it had stuck, even ‘til now, although the bitterness had been washed away, and replaced with a sense of playfulness reserved for those who know you dearly.

“My head’s been killing me, lately. Medic checked me for concussions and head injuries in general, but they think it’s just another stupid headache,” Hero whined, words slurring together slightly. They pressed the palms of their lightly scarred hands over their eyes as they pushed their head further back into the settee. It felt as though even though the darkness was too bright for them. Headaches had plagued them for years, starting up during the first of many academic-related late nights. Yet, now, they had become consistent, and far more inconveniencing.

Villain looked at them kindly. They were probably more than familiar with this kind of ache creeping across their skull, the hero considered silently. The pair were known for contrasting each other in many ways, but one thing they had in common was the lengths they would push themselves too in order to reach their goals. Ambitious to a fault, the both of them.

Instead of speaking up, Villain simply patted their thigh gently, an invitation. Although the two had only been officially dating for a week or so now, Hero had swiftly picked up on how keen their new partner was regarding touch. Specifically, they were gentle, often leaning against the hero’s shoulder or arm when seated next to them, or opting to hold their hand when in public. They hadn’t expected them to be so attached, especially this early on, but it was hardly something Hero loathed. So, they shuffled over, manouvering their body so that they were lying directly in their partner’s lap, gazing upwards. Had their eyelashes always been so long?

The villain’s hand was quick, finding its way into Hero’s hair as though it were a compass in search of North. Their fingers were gentle with Hero’s scalp, tenderly massaging it just as one would stroke a cat lovingly curled up on your lap. Hero could almost purr in response. The tension in their head felt like it was easing, and the throbbing became milder and milder. If Villain kept this up, they wouldn’t be awake for much longer. Who would have thought they could be soothed so easily? Definitely not the hero, who was humming softly in the criminal’s lap. Villain had always had a knack for seeing things in them that the hero couldn’t even spot in the mirror.

Softly, Hero reached upwards, cupping the villain’s cheek with their warm palm and absent-mindedly brushed their thumb across their lover’s jaw, settling just beneath the lips. The pair had once kissed twice thus far. The first was fiery and passionate, the result of desperation turned into aggressiveness. Their lips had met in a wordless competition, convincing the other to melt under their touch and stay out of harm’s way. Then, the second time was a confirmation. Proof from one devotee to the other that what they had shared the other night was real and that yes, I do love you dearly. The anguish, however, had still lingered, clinging onto Hero’s wet cheeks and Villain’s pounding heart.

As the hero inched closer, their free hand interlocking with the villain’s, which had previously been resting on Hero’s hip, Villain could no longer keep themself away from their beloved’s lips. This time, this third unspoken promise, was light, and domestic. Their faces brushed against one another, and despite the persistent throbbing of their head, Hero grinned as though there was nothing wrong. How could something be wrong whilst they were in the arms of the one they adored, safe.

Usually, whenever Hero woke up disoriented, head pounding as though they had made direct contact with concrete, it was impossible to distract themself from the dull pain. Now, as they deepened the kiss, they realised that their mind was only focused on one beautiful thing.

[jccatstudios]

Name a chapter of Six of Crows or Crooked Kingdom and which different character's POV you'd want to read of the chapter

[moonydanny]

Little fic idea I had... Maybe if you guys like it I can expand it a bit?

After Eddie drops the bomb that he’s leaving, Buck holds it together.

Honestly, he’s kinda proud of himself for that. He does help with the video call with the realtor. Helps Eddie pick a house. They have a beer after. And he holds it together.

When he goes to leave, he gets into his Jeep and starts to feel himself losing it. But he knows he has to hold it a bit longer. He’ll let go when he gets to the loft. Only he doesn’t drive to the loft. Without realizing it, he ends up in front of Tommy’s house. And he sees Tommy’s truck in the driveway, so he knows he’s home.

He sits there for a minute, two, trying to find the strength to drive away, but his resolve is crumbling, and he needs Tommy. So he walks to the door and knocks before he can change his mind.

Tommy opens the door, and the surprise is clear on his face. And god, how Buck has missed his face. 

“Hey. What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

And that’s what does it, what breaks the dam. His eyes fill with tears, and through his blurry vision he sees Tommy’s expression morph into genuine worry.

“Eddie is leaving for Texas”, he says, voice barely above a whisper, the words only just going past the lump in his throat. Tommy’s eyebrows go up in disbelief and his eyes go all soft as he looks at Buck.

“I—Tommy.”

Next thing he knows, Tommy’s arms are around him, holding him tight as a sob finally tears from deep in his chest.

[wikitpowers]

honestly we got fed so well with those first snippets of tlkof bc wdym we got a whole ass tension-filled morgenthorn interaction and kit literally dreaming about ty???? us shippers won with this icl <3

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[sporadicsweetswitch]

Snippet from an upcoming fic where Jason gets a kid and has really messy dynamics with the Batfam. Let me know what ya think :D

His hands were shaking as he lifted the bundle awkwardly and delicate like he was disarming a bomb. It bawled louder at first, like it knew it had no other choice but to scream for his attention.

He moved part of the blanket back, disgusted at the grime that transferred to his hands. And there it was.

A baby.

Squirming, red-faced, pink wrinkles and squishy.

For a second, all he could do was stare at it. Who leaves something so small? So helpless?

And then the kid screamed again.

He quickly pressed the bundle against his chest, feeling its tiny heartbeat hammering against his own. “There, there kid.” He murmured, rocking the baby slowly to quieten it down. “I got ya. I got ya”

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

another snippet of the barbecue fic (aka another snippet of buck being horny for his boyfriend lmao I swear this is a wholesome fluffy family fic haha), this is my priority now, I wanna finish it soon so send all the motivation haha <3

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“Behave.” He scolds with no heat behind it.

“Mhm, yessir.” Buck purrs, his lips moving across Tommy’s bare shoulder. 

“Fuck.” Tommy breathes out and completely stills, and Buck can’t really see his face but he knows his boyfriend closed his eyes and is trying to calm down – which can’t be easy with Buck still plastered against his back. “This food is gonna burn if you keep this up. And we have guests to feed.” He adds, and as if to make a point, he flips a slightly overdone burger, Buck hindering his movements just a little bit.

Before he can respond, he hears another voice get through the chatter and music and reach his ears.

“Buck!” Chimney calls, and Buck looks over his shoulder to find everyone’s eyes on him, amused expressions on their faces. “Don’t distract our cook, we’re starving!”

“I’m just scolding him for taking his shirt off.” Buck says easily, then adds a little louder, to Tommy but making sure everyone hears, “Babe, you’re gonna burn yourself, you’re a firefighter, you should know better.” He shakes his head, and Tommy looks back at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re gonna pretend like you don’t approve?”

“Oh, I so don’t, Tommy, at all.” Buck tries to keep a straight face, but a chuckle bubbles out of him anyway. “You’re such a distraction, this is dangerous for everyone here.”

“I think you’re the only one with that problem, Buckaroo.” Hen laughs, and only then Buck remembers everyone’s still paying attention to them. It’s so easy to get lost in Tommy, to feel like it’s just them, even in a crowd of people. So distracting. It’s a hazard, really. He should keep Tommy away from everyone, preferably locked in the bedroom with him, for everyone’s safety.

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[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 ósk 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.