#the touch of fate series

[an-ishgardian-tale]

From the Journal of Viviane-Jienuex Vimaroix

I am finally free of it, that dreadful, gloomy place. Just as my reading two Moons ago predicted, the Caretaker of the Path came to claim the station. The circle has been completed, and Fate's wishes were observed. It was the last duty I had to old ghosts. Perhaps they will settle now that the torch has passed.

It is now my time to move forward with the bakery in Ishgard. If only we could win a damn land parcel for it, these auctions are frustrating, and the last one we came quite close. Perhaps now that I have finished this task, Nymeia will smile fondly upon us and Vimaroix Sweets will soon flourish in the chilly nights of Corethas.

She asked to see my Brothers, both of them. Qih'a I will send to represent the House but I am rather doubtful I will tell Dimitri of the request. I know he is old enough to make the decision himself but the Caretaker is like me, yet not. Where I am comfortable treating my issues with Ambient Aether and things imbued with Aether. She sees no issue in helping herself to others Aethers. Tis a clash of morals and ethics without a doubt. My brother is drenched in Aether and I do not trust that she would control herself around him and so the message will be lost in the Moogle Mail so that he and Laurent have peace.

What I have arranged is for Xixa to keep an eye on her since she will be left to run the Shroud Bakery in my absence. Oh, I will still visit the Beds with my loves, but it will be in secret now. I wish no involvement in what is now the closed cover on the book of my past. My future is far too bright to take steps backward to a place I hardly remember. It is best left that way as I have learned with other memories if something has been forgotten, then it is best not to bring it back up.

Finally, life's plate is balanced for me. My attention is not spread in too many directions. I can read Tarot by request to give a chance to meet others or even at various festivals I have heard of to expand our connections overall, though I would much rather be a merchant at those to get Vimaroix Sweets out in the open. I know in my heart when my time comes to retire from performing, it will be the Bakery that occupies the famous golden years of life.

I have truly been enjoying the reduced schedule there as well. Gone are the long hours of choreography and rehearsals. When I do get on stage, it feels rewarding now. I even have time for journal writing and resuming my studies on the family history. Dimitri has located several volumes written by Mother in an obscure language that he struggles to interpret, a rare thing for him. While it gives me pause, I find myself wondering if it could be an ancient language that has been previously lost? Or perhaps it was true that Mother was a void creature, and that is a language that he can not comprehend.

Either way, he is due to drop them off for me to study. Something I look forward to as my mother was an honored scholar and an expert on the War of the Magi, my own studies running parallel to hers. I can feel my heart skip a beat at the prospect that these journals could have to do with her findings or something equally important. I wonder if they are part of the same series to the one that Xixa gave me soon after I wed Clement and Kovalt.

This was the life I long wished would be mine when I left Ishgard to find it, and it would be nothing if I could not share it with them. I believe a ritual to honor Nymeia's presence in our lives is in order. I wonder if there are any temples excepting donations in her name. If not, I could bestow a gift to Mephina's Temple in thanks to her for blessing our lives with love.

VSJ-V

[akilice]

Being an avatar is all fun and games until you have to learn the element that is opposite to your personality.

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[hopefulblazeexpert]

Robin Hood and Cù Chulainn on a date! This is a fill for this prompt from @nasuversekinkmeme

They’re going to drink beer, smoke, catch maybe 3 fish and have an excellent time together

[rainybraindays]

No but Ethan and Lena being tied together so closely and faling in love due to this connection between them but being unable to kiss(or even realy touch)without him feeling like hes going to die because they CAN'T be together despite this connection that they didn't ask for is so fucked actually

[marbleboa]

I feel like there’s a sinister timeline where instead of watching Mob Psycho I got really into BNHA and my Inevitable Side Antagonist Obsession™️ manifested in Twice instead. I only remember vague info about him a friend told me once but just looking at him I can Sense It.

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

i just learned that urobuchi gen, the writer of psycho pass season 1, is also the main writer for lostbelt 3 fgo. oh my fucking god. sibyl system compared to the eternal synchronized intellect nation. eliminating conflict through the suppression of individual expression and the culling of anyone who dares to venture outside the established norm, containment disguised thinly under a veneer of tranquil stability. sibyl the hivemind vs sentient supercomputer qin shi huang, both of them patiently, steadily, perpetually, monitoring the citizens under their watch

[whenshesayshush]

The dead of the winter of my life (in the middle of the summertime)

Fandom: Fate: The Winx Saga Ships/Characters: Musa/Riven, Sky, Saul Silva, Kat Word count: 4829

He can sense it the moment Musa’s eyes land on him again. It’s not that he doesn’t want to acknowledge her, look at her, but his entire body — from his eyelids to his legs — just feels so heavy, heavier even than Sky’s limp body over his shoulder had felt, and he can’t wrap his head around how that’s possible. “Has he been checked for injuries?” Her voice is much quieter now, but it’s not a large room, so he can still hear her just fine. “It’s not his blood. Or, most of it isn’t. He got to Sky first, improvised some kind of tourniquet to stop the bleeding. It must have come from an artery, it looked…” Kat trails off, but he knows what she’s thinking. It had looked like he didn’t have any left. “He hasn’t said a word since we got back. I’m not sure he’s even here, right now.”

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[tulsa24]

episode 4 was the shortest (or at least it definitely felt like it) but damn if it didn’t make me feel the most

[meejijis]

Tfw your a SK Jeanne fan only

[vivienna-vivid]

Arjuna FGO would see someone use the ricochet coin shot mechanic in Ultrakill and make it his life mission to recreate AND master that technique.

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi, you can call me Storm! I'm 30 and the mom of a loud and demanding cat ❤️

I’m a multiple paragraphs/novella style writer. I love to write detailed descriptions and delve into a character’s head/emotions as well as surroundings. I compare it to writing a novel together. Not every reply has to be novella length, however. If there are action or dialogue heavy scenes, I tend to do a shorter back and forth to keep the momentum going. 

I only do MxF (with me writing the female role). I don’t double, but I’m more than happy to write side characters of either gender to help move the story along. I only want female authors writing male characters as I’ve had bad experiences with cis male authors. (Trans men and nonbinary pals are exceptions).

I'm really hoping to find a friendship, someone who can add to our story, and most importantly, someone who wants a long-term connection. It's difficult for me to write with someone if I don't feel that genuine bond. It's also important to me to have a high level of activity, with at least one reply a day. 

If you suddenly stop replying ic and ooc, I'll drop the story after 2 attempts of gauging interest spaced a week apart. But feel free to message me if you want to pick the story back up again, even months later. 

Searching For: 

20+ partners only 

An excellent grasp of grammar, punctuation, spelling, and capitalization. (Literate to advanced writers only, please. I'm not looking for newbies)

Plot before smut. While mature themes will be in my writing, there needs to be chemistry between our characters. I normally do a 60/40 plot to smut ratio and my characters tend to be subs/switches depending on the circumstances 

 An older male character (early forties to mid-late fifties). I love the gruff and tough men with dark pasts who secretly have a soft heart. I also love grumpy, hypermasculine men being intimidated by sweet but fiery women. My characters are mid-late twenties to early-mid thirties so the age gap is legal. 

Enthusiasm to chat about our character and ship, how to crush them and then gushing over fluffy moments. I love crying over characters and what the heck they’re doing. I want my heart ripped from my chest from angst, then feeling like it’s going to burst from overwhelming cuteness. I want us to love these characters and the world we create. I want to make pinterest boards, spotify playlists, graphics, and toss headcanons back and forth until late at night. 

Have an idea for a scene? Found a picture that inspired you? Send it to me! Be invested when it comes to plotting/worldbuilding. There’s nothing worse than receiving one sentence in reply to two paragraphs of ideas, or having a doormat partner who says “sure” to whatever I ask. Building ideas one on top of the other, watching them snowball into amazing plot threads brings me joy. But having to pull plot ideas like I’m pulling teeth makes me think you’re not interested, and I will lose interest in return.

Interests: 

Modern fantasy, monsters, sci-fi, omegaverse, southern gothic/midwest gothic (i’m a sucker for that southern/texas drawl), horror, height/size difference, cheating/affair, enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, spooky small towns, post apocalyptic/dystopia, crime/mysteries, emotionally charged/dark and gritty, bodyguard x assignment, forced proximity, opposites attract, fated mates, anti heroes/morally gray characters, traumatic pasts, grumpy x sunshine, one bed, men who simp over their women, touch her / him and die, and more.

I have lots of original plot ideas in mind as well!

Fandoms (OCs ONLY) 

Star Wars, Stranger Things, Mercy Thompson Series, True Blood, The Last of Us, Hunger Games, Fallout (TV Show)

I write only on discord using servers with organized channels. Like this post or add me on discord (magicofrain) if you’re interested. The most effective way to grab my genuine interest is by messaging me as if we've been friends for years. Please let me know which interests you liked from my ad.

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[madillhethen]

The first scene just made me think of it, okay.

[altblock-tm]

ugh I’m thinking about the three kings scene from Fate/Zero again

[noxtivagus]

the drk brainrot is so real i'm just rambling abt my thoughts on it again

[fluffypotatey]

Do you think same universe theory would have started if king and advisor didn't originally have the same voice actors as hero and warrior? If Zhao and Yang had joined from the start, would we be at peace now

you know we cannot stop things that are inevitable. it would slow down the process, and it would keep our ISPP fandom still for a time. but no one can escape what is fated to come

[dark-moonlust]

Claimed by the Water Dragon PART 1

Pairing: water dragon x fem human reader

Summary: you decide to help your dragon through his rut. He mates you, fills you with his seed and impregnates you with his egg.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, monster smut, oral (fem receiving), huge 🍆, buckets of 💦, knotting, egg laying.

This is part of a series. Read PART 2 here.

If you reblog or comment your reactions I’d be very very grateful and happy.

The sun was setting over the tranquil lake, your water dragon sitting by the shore, the sun glittering on his white scales. He was a majestic, ancient creature, a guardian of the waters, and yours. All yours. Your mate, your fiercely possessive and insatiable mate.

“Want to claim you, fill you with my seed,” he said, his tail wrapping around you, his crystal clear blue eyes locked onto yours.

Though you’d had sex countless times, he’d never mated you. Dragons mated when they were in their rut and he’d been begging you non-stop to help him out. Usually, he suppressed the urge to mate with his dragon magic but he’d been impatient lately. He begged you to mate him, to let him fill you with his seed, and after some convincing, you finally agreed.

“Very well. I’ll let you claim me.”

Silence followed your words until with an overenthusiastic jump, he flew into the air and holding you tight, he pulled you both into the water, the cold shock sending shivers through your body. The lake was deep, and he submerged you both to your home. You lived in an underwater lair, illuminated by bioluminescent plants and protected by dragon magic, allowing you to live and breathe comfortably. He carried you to your bedroom, his claws ripping away your clothes.

“Finally,” he growled, his breath hot against your neck.

“Please,” you whispered, your body wet and shivering, not from the cold but from desire. “Want you so much.”

“I’m going to fill you up,” he murmured, his long tongue licking across your neck. “Going to claim my beautiful mate.”

With that, he began to savor the taste of your body, tongue licking everywhere and making your belly pool with pleasure. You responded to him with growing need, hands touching his scales, his underbelly and wishing he was closer so you could pump his cock. His tongue licked your plump breasts, around the areolas then traveled down your belly before burying itself in your warm cunt.

Slick slurping sound and your moans echoed as he feasted on you. His textured appendage thrust deep inside you, wiggling, caressing the right spots. But he didn’t stimulate you enough to cum. He wanted to be inside you for that to happen. He wanted to feel every delicious vibration of your walls around him.

Then he shifted, his massive form looming over you, dwarfing your size. Your legs opened wide to accept him and you felt the hot pressure of his cock against your thighs. His shaft was ridged and naturally lubricated and you gasped as the broad head parted your folds, entering you in one smooth glide. His size was overwhelming, stretching you to the limits. But you were his fated mate and the discomfort quickly gave way to a delicious sensation of fullness, a deep, primal lust that left you craving more.

Your dragon thrust inside you, his cock pushing in and out of your depths. Your belly bulged with the evidence of his shaft, your breasts bouncing with each pump of his hips. He drove you higher and higher until the coil of pleasure snapped and you came with a cry, your cunt contracting wildly around his cock.

“So good for me, such a good mate”, he praised, his voice husky. “Now it’s time to fill you up.”

“Please,” you begged still in the throes of your orgasm.

The dragon’s eyes gleamed, his paws cradling you carefully as he pounded deeper and deeper, his rhythm steady and unrelenting. Then with a roar he buried himself to the hilt and stayed. Something changed. You felt fuller and you cried out as you looked at where you were joined; a knot had swelled at the slit of your pussy, locking your bodies in place. The sensation was unlike anything you had experienced and left you gasping and murmuring incomprehensibly.

“Easy, little mate”, he said softly, his tongue slipping into your mouth and brushing with yours in a kiss.

You felt his great body tense, his cock pulsing as it released, seed flowing inside you. It was a torrent of heat that filled you beyond capacity, with the knot anchoring you to him.

“Mphhh,” you moaned, squealing as he filled you up. It went on and on, but you couldn’t take much more. You couldn’t.

“Can’t—” you whimpered against his jaw, your body shaking.

“You can and you will,” he said, overwhelmed by his rut. “My seed is yours.“

“I don’t think—hn… I-I can’t take more,” you whined in a broken whisper.

“You will take all of me, little one. You are mine to fill, mine to claim.”

Seconds passed and your belly began to bulge with the amount of his seed. You panted, your whole body oversensitive yet you still took his cum, without pain. The realization was strangely stimulating. You could feel his shaft pumping inside you, spurting cum into waves.

“See? You can take it. Good girl,” he rumbled, his voice filled with dark pleasure. “So pretty, filled with my seed and ready for my egg.”

“Egg?” you pouted. “My love, I don’t know…”

“You accepted to help with my rut, mate. So you’ll carry my egg, bear my offspring. It is your destiny.”

Before you could speak back, you felt the round shape of his egg push into you. You whimpered, and thrashed a little but you were glued to his knot, unable to do anything but take it. Your body stretched to accommodate the intrusion, your mind hazy with shock, though your pussy had started to get sensitive again. And the dragon knew, careful not to hurt you with his claws, he flicked your clit, awakening your body to pleasure, driving you to another climax.

“Hn— haa!” you cried out, your voice breaking as you shattered, your cunt convulsing around his dick, euphoria blindsiding you. The dragon licked your face tenderly, his paw caressing your swollen belly.

“Yes, squeeze my knot, mate,” he rasped. “You were made for this. You are perfect, so beautiful like this.”

His egg settled inside you, his knot still hard and tight around your pussy. You collapsed on the mattress, your breath turning normal, the world coming back into focus. You had been knotted and impregnated. You’d really done it. You smiled, feeling the warmth of his seed and the comforting weight of the egg inside you.

“Relax mate. My knot will take a while to go down,” the dragon whispered, his voice a soft caress. “And once it deflates, I will take you again.”

“More?”

“More. From now on you’ll take my cock and my knot.”

You gulped at that, cunt squeezing around him.

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