#sunder sow

[mezzy-abducted]

SHADOWS OVER WELDE 💥💥

[fishcop]

Yeah I like this guy the regular amount

[neoncat666]

Shadows Over Welde shitposts ive made the past few weeks

[thanotaphobia]

There is a rage inside of him. They know that others don’t generally see them like that. The surprise on Argentum’s face after they had slammed their foot into the acolyte’s head had been proof enough. (or, Sunder, anger, and fate.)

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yeah shadows over welde. anyway

[the0retically]

“You can speak it but you can’t read?” -Phoenix

“……..” -Zephrael

“read the room dude” -Sunder

PHOENIX PLEASE?? ZEPH IS BLIND

[thevoidscreams]

Hello, can I request some wild sanguinius? I am attracted to his bloodlust being a predator and he asked me how it would be if he does it in that state with his beloved or even with leman in Mating Press March

Day eleven I got a case of brain rot on this one and had to do something. So yall get post battle Sangy. Also sorry for another short one I was running around all day and still feeling like shit.

Pairing: Sanguinius x reader

Warnings: Blood, Animalistic sex, sex in a thunderhawk, descriptions of violence (not towards you)

Three weeks, three agonizing weeks.

Sanguinius's nerves were shot as he landed, his mind a mire of dark and sinister things. Blood, flesh, death, consumption, lust.

Three weeks since he'd last seen you, the battling was too dangerous on the ground for you to be there. But not that the fighting was at a lull he was confident that you would be safe.

In his arms, you'd always be safe.

"Bring her to me." Sanguinius rumbled. His son nodded, not needing to ask who. It was his mother, of course. The Mother of angels. The wife of Sanguinius.

The order was sent up the line till it was in the right hands to have you ferried down to your husband's side.

It didn't take long. The adrenaline of battle had waned slightly, replaced by a new sensation. The need to claim. The need to have and to sow, not only destroy.

Three weeks, he kept thinking of blood and smoke and too little rest, too little comfort.

But soon he would have you. He would have you to hold and to kiss and to bed again and again.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on the sky from where he knew the thunderhawk would return. He ran his tongue over his canines and daydreamed about you. "Father? Are you alright?" A younger blood angel asked and Sanguinius nodded. "Quite, I am just.. eager to see your mother again." "You must love her very much." "I do." He nodded and smiled down at his son, shifting his weight from one foot to another. The sound of roaring engines drew his gaze back to the sky. His wings fluffed in anticipation and he nearly took to the sky to intercept the ship to get to you faster, but he did not for fear of damaging the vessel and causing you harm. It landed and Sanguinius approached, his hearts hammering as he knew what awaited him within. Hauling open the door he entered, your personal escort of astartes turning and giving their father his due respect. "All of you out. I need some time to speak with your mother privately."

They didn't argue, stepping from the hawk without a question asked. They knew better than to impede on their gene sires alone time with his wife. The door hissed shut behind him leaving you both alone. "Sanguinius, I've missed you so much." You went to him, careful not to put your hand in a patch of blood. Which wasn't easy. "As I have you my dove." His body was trembling with need. The fighting was done for now. Now it was time for something else. "Gosh, Sangy, your armor is almost as red as our sons." You chuckled. Yes, your sons. Both of yours, Sanguinius adored how much his sons seemed to care for you.

Sanguinius fell to his knees taking you in his arms as he listened to the sound of your laugh. He hadn't heard anything so sweet in weeks. "Please, my dove, I know we've just reunited. But I need you." You nodded, needing him as well. There was a wild sort of desperation in his eyes that you recognized immediately. It was the same one you often saw after he returned from battle. "Of course my love. Let me just undress and then-"

He pounced without a moment's warning. Your back was on the floor and he was pulling his codpiece away with reckless abandon. shredding the body glove underneath with it. His fangs sank into the rich cloth of your dress, and with a jerk of his head was reduced to scraps of ragged fabric.

"Sangunius!" You gasped in shock. His tongue ran up your body, growling in frustration when he was impeded by the bra baring your chest from him. Sanguinius tore it away, the fabric and padding sundered as if they were nothing more than tissue paper. His tongue began again, his teeth snagging your underwear as he pulled it to lacey pieces.

Your fingers grasped at his golden locks. Your voice cried out wordlessly as he dug in, lapping at your entrance like a starving animal. The coppery scent of the dried blood on his armor made your head spin, and it certainly wasn't helped by the pleasure your husband was pressing upon you from between your legs. His name spilled from your lips in a whine as he let his tongue drift up farther, lapping over your body, tasting your skin. His cock throbbed, painfully hard as he locked his lips with yours, You could taste your own juices, and blood. Whose it had been you would never know. He would never tell, you would never ask. His cock pressed against your wet heat and he growled pushing into the tight clinging walls of his love after three weeks of being apart. He took your legs and easily pressed them up against your chest, holding them there with his body. Your hands went to his cheeks, your thumbs running over them in a quiet form of affection. "Oh my dove." He purred, eyes fluttering shut. "How I've missed you." Your reply ended abruptly as he pulled out and thrust back in. Your head fell back unto the cold metal floor as he fucked you. It was not gentle as it so often was, but animalistic and needy. His voice raised as he raked his finger over the floor, searching for some sort of purchase to stabilize himself. His wings shivered behind him, brushing the walls as he let out the pent up need that had been building.

All the blood he'd spilled, all the lives ended by his hands had been done for you. Outwardly they'd been for the imperium, for his father's dream. But that wasn't the reason in his hearts. Every time he'd closed his eyes he'd see you. Smiling up at him with a bundle of joy in your arms. Safe on yet another world brought to compliance by the efforts of himself and your sons. He loved how you took to them so immediately and how naturally the title of mother had come to you. Soon he would see you taking to the title in a whole new light.

You were panting and moaning under his armored body, practically squished against the floor as he pressed you down. Your walls clenched around him and he felt you cum at the same time you screamed his name. Your mind lost to the pleasure of taking your husband's cock after being apart for so damn long. "Yes, Dove, come for me." He growled, his voice rumbling through you. The utter bliss on your face drove him to the edge and he slipped over it, his wings flaring and beating against the walls of the thunderhawk. He poured his love into you, physically, emotionally and verbally. Petting your hairs as he cooed how much he loved you, adored you, needed you.

It wasn't how you had expected your time with him to go. At least not right away. Sanguinius rolled onto his back carrying you with him. You raised your head and laughed a little. "And here i was thinking i had missed you the most." Sanguinius kissed up your throat lovingly. "I have been needing you every day for three weeks." "So I see." You looked around and laughed some more. It looked like someone had taken a chain blade to a giant goose. "We made quite the mess." Bloodstained feathers littered the floor and Sanguinius looked around, joining you in your laughter. It felt good to laugh with such happiness. "That we did my dove. That we did."

He picked you up after a time and wrapped you in the fur that had hung from his armor. You didn't want to go, but there was clean up left to do. He promised to have you sent for again as soon as he possibly could.

Leaving the ship, his armor back in order his sons didn't quite look at him. Their cheeks red with embarrassment. But then again they hadn't been expecting their parents to rock a thunderhawk."Well my sons. shall we get back to it?" They all nodded eagerly and Sanguinius suppressed an amused smile knowing they'd likely never forget this. And the primarch wondered, just how those who had been close by would react when he and their mother inevitably announce the arrival of a new sibling. With a sigh he put the amusing thought aside and returned to his duties.

[kilmiel]

Known also as "Paragons," these malevolent, black-robed figures sow the seeds of conflict across the lands of Eorzea. Just as their faces are concealed by sinister masks, the true motives of the Ascians remain obscured behind veils of secrecy and terror.

Hythlodaeus. Sweet, nice and kind friend who was near ancient Idra most of his life together with Emet-Selch. He sucrificed himself to Zodiark so his most dear ones will live on. At least he hoped so. But... What if he didn't do that. What if he surviwed the Sundering? What would he become? Acording to our game director Yoshi-P, Hythlodaeus would join Ascians — a shadow organization created but Emet-Selch and two other unsundered ancients. And we were lucky that Hythlodaeud didn't do so. Because as an Ascian he would be really fearsome one.

And I was glad to draw thid cinnamon roll again. More of it to draw him in this "evil organization" outfit. But no matter what I love him and liked him from the first time he showed up in the game.

[rainbowcarousels]

I wanted to do a seperate post because of people who don't want Rebirth spoilers but the fact that the three friends in LOVELESS really look like the 'children of man' that the Cetra explain the story of Jenova with fascinates me.

As does the fact that the Cetra here kind of look like the Sephiroth clones.

The Cetra spirits tell that humanity were afraid and envied them, likely stoked by the Jenova influence and they fought and died together until they started to fight and die between themselves. They were 'forsaken by fate, abandoned to unquenchable anger and unbearable grief, condemned and driven forth powerless to forestall the coming of our end'. We even see some of the battles between the Cetra, humanity and Jenova play out.

The actual retelling of Jenova's coming is here:

"Long ago, a wound marred the northern lands and to mend it did many venture forth, only to be met with disaster. A deciever that stole the faces of the dead - of mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers lost. With their voices did it sow the seeds of discord among our people, among the children of man. For the planet did we lay down our lives in battle, and in death, returned to her embrace. Yet our adversary did not. Could not. Thus did it fall into a deep slumber. And in the long silence of its sleep, it was given the name 'Jenova'. Heed well our warning of that which is to come: the reunion. When our adversary's scattered malignancy shall converge to plague the planet once once more. It has been our sacred duty to protect our planet against any who would threaten it. They who came from without were one such threat. The Gi, who with bitter prayer forged the black materia. So foul was the orb's magic that we knew at once it must be hidden, that none might ever weild its terrible power. The black materia shall summon the destroyer of worlds. The meteor shall fall, sundering the skies and shattering the earth. All life shall perish."

There's a lot of key terms there that link through to LOVELESS and this is just another reason why I think LOVELESS is based on something from the era in which Jenova invaded. It provides a lot of interesting background, I guess I had never considered there were in fact full blown battles in the Jenova Take Over vol. one, but it makes total sense there would be. It really adds to the whole 'history doesn't repeat itself but it does rhyme' vibe of the entire R-verse.

Finally, there is the version of LOVELESS - or rather, the excerpts, it's clear we're only seeing snippets of a larger story - that we see in Rebirth is known as the G edition. Again, the wording shifts and changes but the core narrative remains the same.

When the end of days is come The Goddess alights from heav'ns above 'Pon those Her blessing She doth bestow True happiness but they shall know To claim Her boon, a valiant three Sally forth, heroes they would be One's life cut short, another slain Naught but a prisoner doth remain Bereft of his wings, he falls from grace Yet venerated is he in Her embrace Now, through the cruel world hath forsaken us all Will our hero ne'ertheless stand tall?

[starwoven-suggestion]

a happy ending is not an easy thing. you must hold onto hope and strife, red-hot iron, even as it warps you, breaks you, sunders and remakes you, burns and forsakes you.

janet and tam lin one and the same, a death-grip of desperation in your own failing flesh, fingernails like knives, tears like acid, you strive.

pain is a powerful thing. transmutation and destruction dance hand-in-hand, a wildfire's razing the most nourishing of deaths. turn the earth, sow anew, forgive the anguishes you grew.

endings are lies, a dismissal of rewards, a refusal to reap.

there is no happy ending. only persistence. there is no happy ending. only change. there is no happy ending. only existence. there is no happy ending only

pain,

that you take and you break and you make into

life,

that you won fair and square and you feel in the air and you give and you share and you take more to bear and you

live and you live and you live and you

live.

[today-only-happens-once]

I’ve seen (and reblogged) a fair amount of meta about Dusk, and yet I still can’t get over how nothing they do to mess with the party is by accident. 

Because I see where people are coming from about Dusk sowing chaos and confusion in the party, but I don’t buy for one second that Dusk has been surprised by how things have gone for her. I firmly believe they flirt with Laudna and ask her out because they know it will mess not only with Laudna, but also with Imogen. And going for Laudna over Imogen isn’t an accident either, because being asked out would rattle Laudna more than it would rattle Imogen if the cards were reversed. 

It’s also not an accident that they ask out Orym after sparring with him. I don’t think Dusk expected (or even necessarily wanted) Orym to say yes. That wasn’t the point. Dusk was doing recon during that sparring match (so was Orym, but that’s a different post), getting a feel for his fighting style. I think Dusk even knows that Orym was sizing them up just as much, and I think that’s exactly why they asked him out. She knows exactly how perceptive and protective Orym is, so they fight him to size him up, and then ask him out to throw him off. Distract and redirect. 

That’s not even mentioning the ways that they are slowly and methodically trying to isolate Fearne from the rest of them. The subtle, recurring reminders that Fearne is not from the same place (like when she asked if the party would even want to go with her to the Feywild, sowing the seeds of doubt) and asking how she feels being put into labeled boxes, emphasizing that they don’t like feeling that way... distance, distance, distance. Fearne is other, and her friends could never truly understand. Only Dusk, also of the Feywild, also with a connection to her parents. 

The list goes on and on and on. Dusk is a master craftsman and a master manipulator and I cannot wait to see the ways they will try (and fail) to sunder the Bells Hells (because Bells Hells are already so ride or die for one another, if Dusk tries to take one, she’ll have to take them all). 

[thelordofgifs]

Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 4

Urwen vs Fíriel of Gondor

Urwen:

Also known as Lalaith, she was the elder daughter of Húrin and Morwen and died age three of the Evil Breath from Angband.

MY SWEET LAUGHING DAUGHTER SHE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER

In response to her death, Hurin says this "Marrer of Middle-earth, would that I might see you face to face, and mar you as my lord Fingolfin did!' His love and subsequent loss of her is definitely a motivator, I think, for his later valiant defiance of Morgoth! So she may have died young but she had a big impact. (I mean if we want to apply the butterfly effect she kinda caused the fall of Nargothrond: motivated Hurin to deny Morgoth, got Turin cursed to give really bad advice about bridges, no more Nargothrond.  How many 3 year olds could claim that? Also more seriously, a lot of the deaths in the Silm are violent and awful. But we little of mundane, quiet deaths from sickness. A young child dying in this way stands out in its more realist tragedy. And it shows the subtler ways Morgoth sowed despair in middle earth and also that he knew the Edain were a threat. The 'evil breath' mostly killed 'the children or the rising youth in the houses of Men.'

Fíriel of Gondor:

The daughter of Ondoher, King of Gondor. She married Arvedui Last-king of Arthedain.

JUSTICE FOR THE RIGHTFUL QUEEN OF GONDOR. After her brothers died the crown was HERS by right. Fun fact: her marriage to Arvedui, the heir of the North-kingdom, united the sundered lines of Isildur and Anárion, giving Isildur’s heirs a much more solid claim to the throne of Gondor.

Round 4 masterpost

[ei-banana]

Fic master post (ongoing)

I’ve been meaning to make one of these for a while so that my fics are easier to find! The list is chronological from most recent to oldest, and separated by fandom. 

———

Little Goody Two Shoes

lie with my brittle bones

freya x lebkuchen | sfw | 4k | one shot

Freya couldn’t remember a thing she’d said after that—could only remember the warmth in her chest, though the cold cut to the bone. She stared agog from beneath her fur-lined cowl, breathless even as Elise pivoted for another’s distant beckon. Even as the snow continued its heavenly fall.

Buried and trembling, her father at last found her, mittened palm pressed to her chittering lips. By the crash and tumble of brimful chance, Freya was smitten.

She had fallen in love.

Or, Freya lets go in time.

———

Baldur’s Gate 3

sing to me that motley gospel

shadowheart x tav | nsfw | 3.7k words | one shot

And fear did not sit idle. It grew hungered with neglect, burrowing out of its prison to feast upon her deeper marrow. A weed left sowed now ensnared her in vines too knotted to unravel, though Tav had remarkably defied those odds.

Or, Shadowheart had always been afraid of the dark, in truth.

in the shadow of the evening trees

shadowheart x tav | nsfw | 3.8k words | one shot

Most nights, Shadowheart dreamed of her mother’s eyes. Olive like her own, they tracked her steadily as she worked, sundering her parents to bloody heaps.

Or, Shadowheart remembers, she grieves, and Tav remains a loving tether throughout.

a call to flame

shadowlach | nsfw | 2.8k | one shot

By the light of the moon Shadowheart stood, refulgent at the verge of a babbling brook. Shirtless, wreathed in silver, thin fingers working through the twine of her braid—she was a siren of the dark and unseen. Her hair fluttered down past the small of her back, long and silky like skeins of pure starlight.

“Care to join me?”

Or, Karlach is touch starved and Shadowheart is depressed. They kiss about it.

———

Octopath Traveler II

absolve me before the dawn

castthrone | nsfw | 3.4k words | one shot

The bedside casement window let in faded moonlight, the lump atop her sheets awash silver and gray. Castti dropped the bucket by the bureau, toeing off her boots to search for a nearby chamberstick, bath long forgotten.

“Throné?” She had expected the other woman to turn up, though not quite so late. This thing between them— an understanding born of their mutual want for closeness, the looming shadow of loss at their backs— left them silently desperate, seeking out the other when the coming dawn posed too great a threat.

Or, both their pasts haunt them, but here, while the world sleeps, they have each other.

———

Fire Emblem Engage

among the flowers, something more

aleivy | mild nsfw | 4k words | one shot

“Have you been to Lookout Ridge yet?”

“I don’t suppose I have.”

Alear was already walking, dancing her fingers through the air as if to twine them in the flossy clouds. “You have to see the Somniel from higher up… the night comes alive,” she said quietly, voice gauzy with wonder. It struck Ivy then, just how new this world was to Alear too.

Or, their relationship blooms, and so too the flowers.

irascible daze

aleivy | nsfw | 5k words | one shot

 In her dozing mind’s eye, Alear held her close, pressing her into the sheets until the warmth of their cloister had Ivy sweating, panting, grappling for more…

The luring, amorous phantasms had been haunting her as of late, though she didn’t wish to impede Alear’s delve into erudition with her crazed want for closeness. Work posed the most vexing barrier; Alear hadn’t truly touched her in nearly a fortnight.

Or, Ivy wakes up alone and agitated, tearing through the castle just to find her salvation.

what had always been

aleivy | sfw | 5.9k words | one shot

Ivy squared her jaw, curling her numb fingers into fists. She hated that dress, she hated how the Lords and Ladies leered at her. She was half a decade of age, and Ivy already battled the court for Mother’s love.

Heartbreak had found its home in her, leaving her forlorn and resolute. It was better to be thrown to the wilds than to the gluttonous maw of the people, Ivy was certain.

Or, Ivy was born in the cold, and she spends her following years searching for warmth.

long may she reign

aleivy | mild nsfw | 5.4k words | one shot

“Marry me,” she spoke with slurred ardor, the words no louder than her clamorous heart.

“What?” Alear’s crystal clear astonishment silenced the whir in Ivy’s ears, sobering her so thusly that she stepped back with a gasp.

She didn’t have far to go before the door halted her escape, frigid fingers pressing to her own lips in self-admonishment. Ivy cursed her carelessness, her ill-timed slip of the tongue.

“I…” Silver tears of mortification clumped in her lower lashes; she couldn’t meet Alear’s awaiting stare. “Please, just forget I said anything.”

Or, Ivy ponders the prospect of marriage.

take my praise, take my heart too

aleivy | nsfw | 4k words | one shot

“I don’t understand.” She found her voice at last, already following after Alear’s sure gate. “Go where?”

“I’d like to be alone with you somewhere quieter, away from the bevy.” Alear stopped short in one of the western hallways, the life-size portrait of Lumera regarding them kindly from astride the floor to ceiling windows. “Is that alright?”

Ivy floundered in the face of her stately zeal. “Of course.”

Or, Ivy and Alear escape oppressive noble ramblings to find solace in one another.

———

Honkai Star Rail

my love is mine, all mine

kafstel | nsfw | 2.5k words | one-shot

“Would you marry me?” Stelle asked, her air of nonchalance almost comical.

“Marry you…” Kafka repeated, fingers twitching when Stelle pressed down on the tendons of her forearm. She worked at them a moment more, kneading her into pliancy it seemed.

“Me, yes.” As if Kafka would wed anyone else, and then: “I’m feeling just witless enough, aren’t you?”

Or, after a mission of little intrigue, Kafka and Stelle get married on a whim.

———

Genshin Impact

the devil is in the details

eisara | nsfw | multi-chapter, ongoing (4/?)

Sara—waylaid by heartbreak, disillusionment, and the fruity dregs of alcohol—summons a demon.

What happens after that is a blur.

Or, Sara is a medical student down on her luck, and Ei is a demon who yearns for company.

athyrium

kokoei | nsfw | 6.2k words | one shot (follow up for ‘beneath the roots’)

“If I didn’t know any better, Your Excellency,” Ei whispered to match the room’s lull, gaze falling to Kokomi’s lips, “I’d say you were courting me.”

Kokomi blinked, slow and cat-like. “It’s a good thing you know so much then, isn’t it?”

Or, Kokomi finally returns Ei’s letter.

and there is beauty yet unknown

furina-centric (gen) | sfw | 4k words | one shot

She hoped to feel a stirring deep within, a sprightly spark of hope like some grand pedagogy of the waters might lead her out of befuddlement. No such calling befell her, though the next rushing headwind brought with it the promise of snow.

Or, Furina finds a reason.

renaissance

furina-centric (gen) | sfw |3.5k words | one shot

How did one mourn the death of oneself? Furina wondered often, stared blankly up at the ceiling until her vision grew spotty, unsure whether to cry, or laugh, or shout her frustration.

Or, Furina mourns, she breaks, and, in time, she finds solace. 

behind this house, an orange tree grows

eisara | nsfw | 7.7k words | one shot (sequel to ‘of dividends and dubious hearts’)

Her fingers dipped into the waistline of Ei’s skirt, the fabric fluttering to the floor as she sank to her knees. Sara pressed her lips to the crosshatch imprint that remained, chasing after each errant freckle in her descent, mouth half open and searing by the time her words finally settled.

Ei blinked, dazed, shoving at Sara’s forehead as gently as her mounting thrill would allow. “You mean…”

“Yoimiya helped me with the last of my things.” Sara kissed the jut of her hip, the marked notch of her pelvis, etching her smile into the plush of Ei’s stomach. “I’m officially moved in, as of this afternoon.”

Or, their life in bloom, one summer later.

where the white jasmine grows

makomiko | sfw | 5.8k words | one shot (prequel to ‘beneath the roots and further still’)

She made a ghostly visage, though not so haunting. She was otherworldly, straightening with a huff, and shoving her half-rimmed glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Makoto tossed her hair over her shoulder— the cascade of it rippling like the grander waters against her back— and the swelling bud behind Miko’s breastbone burst open to bare its waxy petals.

She gasped at the initial jolt, a sharp pain that melted to ataractic warmth. “Mako?” she called out without thought, voice small and tremulous, barely louder than the patter of foot traffic just beyond the window.

Or, Miko loves her, like flora do the sun.

take me under the blue

ayasara | nsfw | 2k words | one shot

Ayaka sounded amused, lips sliding over the hinge of the general’s clenched jaw. Sara lay prone, agog.

“What do you think about?”

“Missing you.” Ayaka kissed the apple of Sara’s cheek, propping up on her elbows until their lips ghosted. “Wanting you.” She rolled her hips in punctuation, swooping her tongue past Sara’s parted lips before the general could register the throaty proclamation.

Or, Ayaka and Sara elect to stay in bed for the morning.

of dividends and dubious hearts

eisara | eventually nsfw | 43k words | multi-chapter, completed (4/4)

The woman across from Ei seemed awestruck by the mere sound of her voice. Her smile slackened, a nearly imperceptible slip before she responded, “Sara Kujou.” Kunikuzushi sniffled loudly, severing their prolonged contact; Sara stepped back, looking almost bashful when she bowed her head and laughed. “But the kids call me Ms. Kujou.”

“How strange,” Ei hummed, cocking her head just enough to catch a glimpse of the other woman’s sharpened jaw, observing with open-eyed blatancy. “I can’t recall seeing you in the school directory last year.”

Or, Sara is Kunikuzushi’s teacher, and Ei is a single mom doing her best.

come away with me

dehyarzad | sfw | 1.5k words | one shot

Her childhood home, her gilded prison— coming back here had only brought her greater pain. Father and Mother always feared her dreams, but that had never stopped her from running.

Or, Dunyarzad’s parents can be stifling, but Dehya is always a welcome reprieve.

in this palace in chains

dehyarzad | nsfw | 4k words | one shot

She wound her arms around Dehya’s neck, urging their lips to brush when she spoke, “if this is what you want, then I have no reservations with you taking.” Dunyarzad slid a hand down to the dip of the mercenary’s back, breath catching when their bare skin touched. “I want you to make me feel alive.”

Or, Dehya is there, blindingly brilliant, and Dunyarzad yearns despite it all.

over the garden wall

eisara | eventually nsfw | 13k words | multi-chapter, completed (2/2)

Sara despised nothing more than being akin to a caged oscine— trapped and pinned by monotony and over frugality— and so she fled. Battered car and tentative determination guided her to the coast, down the winding roads of town, and up the gravel path to the house of promise. She would start anew, beginning in the garden where revelation waited.

Or, Sara moves to a small town and meets a ghost who uproots her world (an eisara ghost au)

between the lines

kokoyae | nsfw | 3k words | one shot

Nothing pleased Kokomi more than a good book and titillating conversation— the Guuji Yae offering both in droves— and so she boarded the resistance branded transport vessel on the last day of each month, Narukami island bound and heart fluttering with the promise of fulfilling literary analysis.

Or, Yae tells Kokomi to keep reading, no matter how dizzying her touch.

beneath the roots and further still

yaesara | nsfw | 100k words | multi-chapter, complete (23/23)

Driven by the gripping force of erosion and grief, Ei flees Tenshukaku without a word. She traverses beyond the city with ease, leaving her beloved general and kitsune to give chase. Both Sara and Yae struggle to see eye to eye, but this much was clear: they must work together if they want to bring Ei back.

meet me beneath the old otogi tree

yaesara | sfw | 6k words | one shot

Spring gave way to summer, and though their hands joined with ease, Sara still floundered. There was no easy way to speak directly from the heart.

Or, Sara goes to Yoimiya for advice and spends a week trying to ask Yae on a date.

like chocolate (a taste that lingers)

eisara | nsfw | 6.8k words | one shot

Brisk winter air and chanced first meetings— Sara was certain the smell of chocolate had permeated the walls of her office by now, though she found she quite liked it.

Or, Ei and Sara run into each other in front of a coffee shop and never look back.

ode to evermore

eisara | nsfw | 6k words | one shot

When the fog of war and loss finally clears, the Almighty Shogun stands before her, hand outstretched; Sara grasps at her splendor, but the words never come.

Or, Ei asks Sara to marry her, and Sara doesn’t know what to say.

coalescence

eisara | sfw | 7.8k words | one shot

Sara had seen much of what Teyvat had to offer, very little was cause for surprise, but the way Ei looked at her now— open and fervent, dazzling— had the general positively reeling. What did it mean when she touched her like that?

Or, it's Ei and Sara, and the ways in which they come together.

is it alright if i call you mine

jeansara | nsfw | 5k words | one shot

Surely one drunken kiss isn’t enough to derail their day at the gym, never mind how good Jean looks when she sweats.

Or, showering with a friend is a surefire way to work through some tension.

sweetest devotion

yaesara (implied eimikosara) | nsfw | 4.8k words | one shot

A wrapped lunch and soft caress go a long way, though Sara wasn't expecting this. Maybe she was spurred on by the heat of the summer sun, but the general was desperate for it.

Or, Yae Miko takes a break from work, with Sara's help of course.

in my heart is a christmas tree farm

yaesara | eventually nsfw | 19k words | multi-chapter, complete

Miko Yae, foreman of Yae Publishing House, doesn’t have time in her busy schedule for the leisure that often comes with the holidays. When she begrudgingly agrees to spend Christmas up in the mountains with Saiguu, Makoto, and her ex, Ei, she doesn’t expect to meet Sara as well.

Or, a yaesara hallmark christmas movie au

the smell of sunny places

eisara (implied eimikosara) | sfw | 5k words | one shot

The Raiden Shogun is insistent that Sara join her on a tour of Inazuma's sparse villages to provide reparations following the war. Despite her apprehension, Sara follows as always, braced for the worst to come to pass.

Or, Ei and Sara have each other, and perhaps that is enough.

dig those claws into this fragile heart of mine

eimikosara | sfw | 4.6k words | one shot

Atop Madam Kujou's thighs was Yae Miko's throne, so why was it that her reserved spot was now taken?

Or, Sara gets a cat, and Yae is jealous

realize not too late (loved you always)

eisara (implied eimikosara) | eventually nsfw | 18.5k words | multi-chapter, completed (5/5)

Following La Signora’s defeat, Sara is left despondent as her livelihood— her ambition— is stripped from her. How ironic. Sara decides she needs to get away for a while.

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The Legend of Zelda

follow you anywhere

zelda/malon | sfw | 3k words | one shot (sequel to ‘my summer song’)

Zelda is nearing the end of her stay in Gerudo Desert, and each day away from Malon makes her longing grow stronger and more oppressive. They meet for a picnic and the Princess gives into her selfish desires; she asks her to stay.

all that’s left unsaid

midzel | sfw | 3k words | one shot

The Mirror of Twilight remains intact, and Midna stays. She makes a promise to Zelda, and even as the boundless days pass them by… she keeps it.

my summer song

zelda/malon | sfw | 11k words | multi-chapter, completed (3/3)

Following the Hero of Time's victory over Ganondorf, Zelda travels Hyrule on a mission to rebuild where tragedy hit over the last seven years, beginning with Lon Lon Ranch. She encounters Malon and is immediately drawn to her, much to Zelda's growing frustrations.

Lastly, I have an ongoing ko-fi request series (fandoms are varied!) My ko-fi requests are generally always open unless stated otherwise; all request info is on my ko-fi!

[fishcop]

I feel like all the JRWI fans are (unsurprisingly imo /lh) turning into SOW fans and I know absolutely nothing about it outside of Grizzly being in it alongside a bunch of other VTubers. So please oh wise Fishcop, inform me on what it’s about because I kind of want to check it out

FUEBDIENSO YEAH

I think it’s one of the many ways to cope with the jrwi hiatus /lh

AND YES >:D THANK YOU FOR TURNING TO THE GREAT WISE FISHCOP IN YOUR POSSIBLE SOW JOURNEY

shadows over welde is a dnd campaign run by alpha aniki on twitch (all the vods are on yt tho :D)

to be honest I didn’t know any of the vtubers either lmao, I came cause of peer pressure and grizzlyplays content but most of them are voice actors and the rp is top tier

Pretty standard dnd! Think like taverns and gods but it’s got this really cool dark fantasy ish (help I can’t describe things) gothic? Almost tone to it that I adore. The story centers around various gods and faiths, lotttta drow. You’ve got a bunch of very very different characters invited for the most fun event of all: a funeral :D

It’s got kind of a slow tempo to it (the episodes are pretty long lmao) but I love the characters and the world building is so so sick (Shoutout to zephrael and sunder)

anyways yeah you should totally give it a try! Check it out it’s on alpha aniki’s yt and if you do uh. Come back here so I can go insane about it :D

[neoncat666]

hiiiii so episode 6 huh

1 2 3 4 5 6

[thanotaphobia]

“And so not turning something in would result in a failure for you in the class, which means you would not complete your program– a program you worked hard to get into– and you would not be graduating,” Zephrael finishes. It’s horribly succinct and pragmatic, the problem summed up in a moment. Sunder is ready to go nuclear. “I’m going to kill them,” Sunder says flatly. “I’m goin' to commit a murder.”

shadows over welde shadows over welde shadows over welde shadows over welde shadows over welde

[pugzman3]

Psalms chapter 107

1 O give thanks unto the LORD, for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever. (Mat5:7)

2 Let the redeemed of the LORD say so, whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy; (Mat 26:28)

3 And gathered them out of the lands, from the east, and from the west, from the north, and from the south. (Luk 6:17)

4 They wandered in the wilderness in a solitary way; they found no city to dwell in.(Mat 9:36)

5 Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them.(Mar8:2-3)

6 Then they cried unto the LORD in their trouble, and he delivered them out of their distresses.(Mat 9:27, 12:7, 15:22, 17:15, 20:31, Luke 17:13)

7 And he led them forth by the right way, that they might go to a city of habitation. (Joh 12:35-36)

8 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! (Luk 7:15-16)

9 For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness. (Mat 5:6)

10 Such as sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound in affliction and iron; (Mat 4:16, Joh 8:34)

11 Because they rebelled against the words of God, and contemned the counsel of the most High: (Luk 7:30)

12 Therefore he brought down their heart with labour; they fell down, and there was none to help.(Luk 15:14-17)

13 Then they cried unto the LORD in their trouble, and he saved them out of their distresses. (Mat 11:28-29)

14 He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death, and brake their bands in sunder. (Joh 5:24-25)

15 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! (Mat 9:4-8)

16 For he hath broken the gates of brass, and cut the bars of iron in sunder.(Mat 23:4, 11:29)

17 Fools because of their transgression, and because of their iniquities, are afflicted.(Luk 15:13-15)

18 Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.(Luk 16:14)

19 Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he saveth them out of their distresses.(Luk 18:38)

20 He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions.(Joh 1:1-14)

21 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!(Mat 15:30-31)

22 And let them sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving, and declare his works with rejoicing.(Luk 17:12-19)

23 They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters;(Mar 1:16)

24 These see the works of the LORD, and his wonders in the deep.(Luk 5:4-11)

25 For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof.(Joh 6:18)

26 They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.(Joh 6:19)

27 They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end.(Mat 14:24)

28 Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses.(Mat 8:25)

29 He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.(Mat 8:26)

30 Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.(Joh 6:20-21)

31 Oh that men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men!(Mat 14:32-33)

32 Let them exalt him also in the congregation of the people, and praise him in the assembly of the elders.(Joh 9:30-33)

33 He turneth rivers into a wilderness, and the watersprings into dry ground; (Mat 13:10-15)

34 A fruitful land into barrenness, for the wickedness of them that dwell therein.(Mat 23-37-38)

35 He turneth the wilderness into a standing water, and dry ground into watersprings.(Joh 6:35)

36 And there he maketh the hungry to dwell, that they may prepare a city for habitation;(Mat 16:18)

37 And sow the fields, and plant vineyards, which may yield fruits of increase.(Mar 16:15-18)

38 He blesseth them also, so that they are multiplied greatly; and suffereth not their cattle to decrease.(Mat 19:28-29)

39 Again, they are minished and brought low through oppression, affliction, and sorrow.(Joh 16:33)

40 He poureth contempt upon princes, and causeth them to wander in the wilderness, where there is no way.(Joh 9:40-41)

41 Yet setteth he the poor on high from affliction, and maketh him families like a flock.(Mat 5:3)

42 The righteous shall see it, and rejoice: and all iniquity shall stop her mouth.(Mat 11:19,Joh 8:9)

43 Whoso is wise, and will observe these things, even they shall understand the lovingkindness of the LORD.(Mat 11:2-15, Joh 3:16)