Eskel crosses an ancient relict that brings to life the thing that people fear the most, and drives them insane with hatred and terror. When it looks inside the Witcher Eskel, it sees the destruction of Kaer Morhen, the deaths of his brothers and two amber eyes burning above it all.
The relict traps Eskel in a loop with himself. He fights his duplicate over and over and over. Every time, he dies in a pool of his own blood, and then watches his mirror image slaughter his loved ones as his life drains away.
To break the loop, Eskel must learn to look in the mirror and accept what he sees, and show it compassion, even if he can never forgive it.
While we were taking orders btw a customer was being crabby and said “well how long is this gonna take” and someone in the kitchen said “as long as it takes your mom to finish” and we heard an echo from the order taker’s mic so they would have heard it
Series: ⇢ Pairing: San x fem!Reader ⇢ Genre: flirty af fluff, hints of angst, suggestive, kinda smutty, older reader (noona) ⇢ Synopsis: As your best friend’s maid of honor, you must endure the shameless best man’s flirting until after the wedding.
Part 6: One Less Thing - Moodboard ⇢ Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, & slightly smutty ⇢ Warnings: language, wet daydreams, self-image issues, and self-hatred ⇢ Word Count: 8,226 i-
a/n: I feel like half of this isn’t as good as I was hoping
Series: ⇢ Pairing: San x fem!Reader ⇢ Genre: flirty af fluff, hints of angst, suggestive, kinda smutty, older reader (noona) ⇢ Synopsis: As your best friend’s maid of honor, you must endure the shameless best man’s flirting until after the wedding.
Part 5: No pic back? ⇢ Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive, & slightly smutty ⇢ Warnings: language, dirty talk, masturbation, and wet daydreams ⇢ Word Count: 4,501
Fyodor and Reader celebrate a victory well deserved after hours of planning and calculation. As the world burns, heat and tension spark between the couple, the two new deities of a new world.
Characters present:
Fyodor
Warnings
15+(I’m gonna start adding age “recommendations’’ because I can’t stop you from reading, but try and respect my boundaries DNI- if your age in your bio is 14< I will block you T_T I have nobody blocked and I really hate blocking, so please respect my boundaries.)
Mild Suggestive content-
Manipulation- NOT a healthy relationship
violence/gore - Minor but there
Canon divergence.
Religious themes
Words
824 (last paragraph holds suggestive content would make it 690 words if you skipped it)
Flames, an eternal symbol of different takes. Like with all things that lay rest within the world, fire can be interrupted in such ways that go over anybody’s heads. A symbol for rebirth, but also destruction, lies within bright lights that shimmer within the dark that surrounds them. Why can one not combine the two meanings into a perfect mix of the morals of white and black? For rebirth to appear, does destruction not come into play? As with crime and punishment, can you have justice without crime and crime without justice?
As with the former pair of fire, there is an adept place where you can have one but not the other, while where one exists, you must have the other. To have justice, there must be crime, and where there is rebirth, must be something to bring forth from the ashes. While on the side of the devil there is not the light of the saving grace, only the latter of destruction; without rebirth and crime, without its hand of punishment. Perhaps such ideas are what fuel the man’s mind. As he plays God upon his throne, his eyes focus on the burning world. From the ashes there shall be perfection, so he says. Without the tainted crime of abilities, a world beyond that of the mortal plane. He is to be the god of this new world, an all-knowing monster… while he is also the devil that lurks within the shadows, playing the darkness to counter perfection. He wishes for new, but the old must burn before such things can come to be.
His words were always sweet, like honey, to those he needed as chess pieces. He knew how to play his hands, which side of the coin he must play. To those who need to see him as divine, he is such, nothing less. For those who must see him walk within the shadows, a motivation to follow for a goal to kill is the devil that lurks behind mortal souls. To the one beside him, clinging upon his arm, like a lost child, he was their life source, an equal of the boundaries. A balance of two forces, neither savior nor hunter. He brought them into an enlightened craving. His eyes were nothing like a human’s gaze, but rather a ravished beast tearing at every defense as he penetrated them one… by one… until there was nothing but the exposed human heart within their shallow chest. His words like silk wrapped softly about their mind until he was their life’s center, their reason for living. The final chess piece in a game he’d been playing since the soil of Yokohama had graced the bottom of his boots… no…. longer, had he begun this journey the day the curse bestowed on his body had shown itself? This ability that helped him form his ideals and visions? Though he supposed it did not matter quite that much when it had begun now that the flames of everlasting change swallowed the land around.
His only true care within this greedy world was of the one seated over his lap, leaned against him as he watched change. “Look what we have made my angel, the heavens shake and the depths of hell tremble at our beck and call.” He smiled to himself as his glass of vodka touched his lips before he offered the same glass to his Guardian Angel. An ability that kept people away, a manipulation of the very elements of space and time, contorting things beneath veils of lies and tweaks of manipulation. To have the final card be this power concluded his success from the start.
To ease you into his grip had been a fun game while it lasted, to devote you to his views and create reliability upon him as your only line to surviving. His hand let that glass fall back to the table as his fingers twirl with your hair, his body language open and bored. “Let’s celebrate victory, little angel.” His voice swept within the walls, barely above a whisper as he trailed a delicate touch down your chin.
The small nod of those glassy eyes led him to lean forward, with lips curled into his snake-like smirk trialing against their neck. Leaving soft markings along the flesh as his hands moved from resting around their waist to leading down their sides, kneading the flesh between his hands. “Isn’t this world perfect now? Without the sinners?” The nod, as if they lacked a voice in their haze of admiration, always made his throat release a small chuckle. They would reign until death claimed their mortal souls. The two as one, running hands around each other. Their lips pressed together in rushed movements… The sound of breaths racing and lips smacking against each other as the world burned and rebuilt itself around them, the new centers in this world, echoed within the empty hall.
