Breil Obrealdi

Sometimes I write stuff. ☆ Hero&Villain, monsters, supernatural… Open requests!

[zetrystan]

Technically true.

[zetrystan]

He got the job.

[zetrystan]

He takes his job seriously.

[zetrystan]

Prof Rad over on youtube dubbed the Wolf Hunter comic (click here)! 

Go check it out and give them some support! :) (also the end killed me haha) ₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎

[zetrystan]

The farmer sheared the sheep, and it was used to make a gift for Wolf Hunter, so…

[zetrystan]

Wolf Hunter goes to the village markets.

[zetrystan]

Wolf Hunter and his conga line of sheep.

[zetrystan]

Wolf Hunter was looking for them for a while.

[rosemoonweaver]

GUYS. DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN WRITE CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE FICS ON AO3

[rosemoonweaver]

Other things you can do:

Linked footnotes

Customized page dividers

Sticky notes

Lined paper

Paper that looks stacked on top of each other

Old looking paper

Newspaper articles

Tumblr posts

iOS text messages

Emails

Fake ao3 authors notes and kudos button

Freaking discord chats

Its fucking amazing. Ao3 is fucking amazing. Can I legally marry a website?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[starkerfilth]

WHAT

[the-stars-our-destination]

One of those times I'm reblogging something so I can find it again later

[lucidloving]

@roach-works // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // Mary Oliver, "The Return" // @annavonsyfert // Koyoharu Gotouge, Demon Slayer // Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance // David Levithan, How They Met and Other Stories // Tennessee Williams, Notebooks

[breilobrealdi]

Cursed #2

Materlist

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Time went by and without realizing it, it had already been a month. She had to wait almost a week before being able to enchant some cloths and brooms to help her speed up the process, but seeing how now the most simple of spells seemed to be taking a toll on her, she’d rather be cautious not to completely deplete her magical core. 

Once she noticed this, she had made it a habit to take an herbed bath once a week. It wasn’t as effective as if she did so under the full moon or in a natural body of water, but it should suffice for now. At least until the ice melted. 

Snow began to fall over 10 days ago and after a sudden drop in temperatures since then, made sure to keep it there. Lucky for her, she was able to find some old but thick coat to hide herself in until she got a hold of her magic and was able to control a small, but constant fire in the hearth that warmed the first floor.

Whoever built the place, was a genius. They had created some kind of internal structure so that the warmth could be spread to different sections of the castle from one single point. Her room seemed connected to the one in the kitchen, being what she had assumed were the servants quarters, but she truly didn’t mind. Her bed was comfy and even had a small desk and bookcase, which she often made use of with books she borrowed from the library. 

Because yes, of course, they had a beautiful library filled with books of all kinds and she couldn’t help herself. She was always very careful in the manipulation to avoid any potential harm, accidental or not. Some were very obviously older than her, and she’d hate to see their knowledge lost forever because of her occasional clumsiness. 

So, she only read once she finished her tasks and took with her two or three books at a time, with a small preservation incantation. 

That morning, while peacefully contemplating her journey so far, she couldn’t but feel grateful. 

It was the first time in such a long time she could enjoy herself like this. 

[...]

Trouble started a few days later, when she had started taking care of the East Wing. So far, for all the rooms she had gone through, it had been apparent that nobody lived there for a long time. The furniture, contrary to what she had encountered in the kitchen or library, seemed to be not just old-fashioned, but truly antique, and some of them were in a pretty bad state. 

It was a shame, as some of the pieces were really beautiful. 

There was a door, at the very end of this corridor, that caught her attention from the very first time. Before she realized it, her hand had been on the handle trying to open it. When she did come to her senses, she quickly jumped back and let it go as if it burned. 

That was strange. 

She decided to leave that room for last. 

Call it a hunch. 

However there as only so much she could o before she was back there. And that’s how she found herself looking at it, tightening her grip on her bucket with the deminishing rays of day behind her. 

“Come on, this is no time to chicken out. What is the worst that could happen? Some insects, a little monster maybe?”

She muttered a small prayer to the Goddess just in case. 

“It’s a door. Just a door.”

Once again, taking the handle, she pushed it down and pushed the door holding her breath. 

...

Nothing happened. 

“That was easy enough.”

She could now breath with ease, feeling a bit stupid, but also relieved her instinct had been wrong. 

Except once she stood a few steps in – trying to take in the room – the door suddenly banged close. 

Shit. 

Okay, let’s see. No need to panic. She had a few windows open through the castle despite the cold to help with air renewal and it might have been just that. No need to assume of any cursed rooms trying to kill her. 

Drawing in the air with her free hand, she casted a few small blue flames she commanded to scatter through the room. They wouldn’t provide the brightest light, but they would make sure not to burn anything.

Past experiences taught her of the trickster nature of fire. It was not to be played with. 

A cold voice spoke behind her, making her jump a little. 

Not her proudest momento. 

“Who... Are you?”

Their tone was commanding and did not sound too happy. 

Well, neither was she to be honest. 

She slowly turned around, holding her breath. Please let it be a ghost, just an angry lonely ghost... He might be angry and who knew if lonely, but the way she was suddenly hanging in the air, held by her neck, they were certainly no ghost. 

“F--uck...”

“I might not have made myself sufficiently clear.” he practically growled, sending shivers down her spine. It wasn’t the red eyes that panicked her, but the two long fangs in his mouth. 

As a witch, there were some creatures she should always be on the watch for. Werewolves, nightmares and vampires were no joke. 

“You tell me, right this instant, your name and purpose in my home, and I might concede you a quick death. Otherwise...”

Her grip on his arm was useless, but fortunately he alleviated some of the pressure for her to speak. 

Not trusting her voice or his judgement to believe her, she went for a different way. Taking her hands to his temples, she showed him. Everything from the day they told her of the job to everything she had been doing until their encounter. She left some details out, regarding her backstory or motives, but... That was pretty much all. 

He let go of her completely now. Coughing, taken aback by the sudden action, she stumbled, taking a small table and its content down with her. 

He seemed freezer in his spot. 

“Out.” he said in a very calm voice. 

When she didn’t move, he went on.

“Are you deaf girl? I said, get the hell out!”

She didn’t hesitate this time and ran for the door, not caring when she fell once out, and didn’t stop until she reached the main door out. 

[breilobrealdi]

Whipped

One would think that the path of a hero, if not easy, it was at least a clear one. 

Don’t do bad. 

Don’t become a villain. 

Pretty straightforward, right?

They thought so. Or at least, they used to. 

Stumbling down the street, trying not to draw attention to themselves, it was getting harder and harder to keep their values intact. 

Don’t do bad, was too broad of a spectrum. They realized that now. 

What if someone good did something bad for what they deemed good reasons. What was bad in the first place? How come the exact same action could be considered terrible from someone, but rightful from a different person?

Hissing as they felt their t-shirt sticking to the open wounds in their back, they decided to stop for a bit, holding themselves in place against the wall of a building. 

Sweat was pouring down their temples and forehead due to the effort of moving given the damage they currently sustained. Luckily, their jacket managed to effectively cover any blood soaking through their clothes. 

Unfortunately, taking into account the growing faintness they were feeling, they need for a break before getting home was becoming a tad more urgent than they had hoped for. 

Not wanting to cause a commotion in the middle of the street, they slowly went into a nearby alley and gradually let themselves fall to the floor into a sitting position, making sure not to rest their back anywhere. 

Good, that’s good...

They hadn’t noticed how arduous their breathing had gotten until then and they tried to even it out by taking deep breaths and holding the air for a few seconds before exhaling. Highlight the trying part. If only everything didn’t hurt so much. 

Their thoughts were having a hard time staying focused. So much for their endurance, huh...

Maybe... Maybe a quick short nap would help them recover some of their strength. Yeah. Just a very quick, tiny nap...

[...]

Next thing they new, someone was giving them light taps on the face. 

Shivering, they groaned, refusing to open their eyes. Couldn’t they see they were sleeping?

“Go away...” they mumbled, though it might have been a bit slurred. 

The tapping, however, only grew more frantic and they strained themselves to give, whoever wouldn’t stop pestering them, a dirty look. 

“What...?”

“You are running a fever.”

They couldn’t but blink, now skeptical whether their exhaustion was tricking them and making them see things. 

“Villain?” They didn’t look happy, quite the contrary actually. Furious even. 

Did they do something to angry them?

“Your hair is wet...” they couldn’t help but notice then. 

Oh. Had it been raining? Now that they payed attention, it did sound a bit like it was raining. And they were cold. Really cold. 

“Who did this to you?”

“Did you just--” ...growl? They had wanted to ask, but their teeth started chattering. 

Why was it so cold? Autumn was just starting. 

Villain should be careful though, by the looks of it, he could easily catch a cold. Water was sliding down his face. A beautiful one by the way...

 Before they got the chance to tell them, darkness engulfed them once again.

[breilobrealdi]

Cursed #1

[A/N: Sorry in advance since this update isn’t really the most exciting one, but pls bear with me for a little while. Our dear vampire won’t take long to appear now. If you have any prompts you would like me to go over, do not hesitate to send a message! ]

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There should have been a massive headache waiting for her when she woke up the way she had just fallen face first to the floor. 

How embarrassing...

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t the case. 

It seemed the innkeeper had even tended to her other wounds and by the time she regained full consciousness, she was totally fine and ready to go. Even better than fine, she hadn’t felt that energized in years. 

She wanted to repay her for her kindness, but she wouldn’t have it. It took her insisting the whole day before she finally cried out.

“Fine! But stop pestering me! There’s something, actually, you might be able to help me with...”, she sounded a bit doubtful, but that’s okay. 

The sooner she could repay her debt, the sooner she could be on her way. 

And that’s how she ended up once again on the road, to the middle of nowhere. She was to follow a dirt road through a forest, until she arrived to a big house. Apparently the only one there, so she couldn’t miss it. Or so she was told. 

Not suspicious at all. 

According to Angie, the mysterious innkeeper, a cart would take her to the start of the path and then she would be on her own as she couldn’t leave her place unattended. 

“You see, there’s an old friend of mine who asked me for a favor. He’s currently out of the country, probably until spring or even summer, and he’s looking for someone to take care of his home in his absence. It’s a lot of work, but he pays generously, provides accommodation and food is delivered on a weekly basis. So, what do you think?”

In her humble opinion, it sounded great. And that was a problem. Because it sounded too good to be true. Why was he paying so well? And how come nobody else filled the position before her, a total stranger? Something smelled fishy, but she had to admit it worked perfectly for her. Nobody would think to look for her there and she would be sheltered for the worst part of the season instead of freezing in the streets. 

She didn’t have much to loose for trying. 

So, off she went. 

It didn’t take her long to find the “big house”, which, by the way, was such an understatement it should be illegal. 

That was a castle. 

Maybe on the smaller end, but. 

A. Damn. Castle. 

Taking a deep breath, she mentally rolled up her sleeves. 

Time to get to work. 

Since it was too big for her to take care of everything in one day, she decided to be methodical about it. First things first, she looked for a room for herself and once it was good enough to at least spend the night, decided to look for the kitchen. 

[...]

...She couldn’t ever be more grateful for the castle. 

The kitchen was colossal, at least by her standards. You could have a whole team of chefs without risking them getting in the way of each other. The best part? The utensils and their absolute high-tier quality. There were cauldrons of all sizes, silverware, gold ware... There were even a few things she wasn’t sure of their purpose, but she made a not to herself to find out once she had some time. 

She was still mostly depleted of her magic, her last spell having been difficult and consuming. She should have had some of her strength back by now, but... She shook her head, not wanting to draw any conclusions just yet. 

She’d just have to resort to cleaning the old fashion way. 

For now. 

[breilobrealdi]

You asked for asks :)

Crushing, touch-starved Villain comes for a haircut and oblivious, sweet Hero is their hairdresser today.

[A/N: Hi! So sorry for the late reply, but here it is! Not sure if it is exactly what you were looking for, but hope you’ll like it. :) I’m trying to get back to writing as it is something that I had to leave for a little while as life got complicated, but I’m hoping to be back and have one or two posts a week. English is not my first language, so sorry in advance for possible mistakes. Have a wonderful day!! ]

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Sometimes, everything felt a little too much. Oh, don't get him wrong, his purpose or resolution did not waver. HE was still very much driven to succeed, ready to do whatever was necessary. It was just...

The loneliness.

God. He knew the consequences of choosing this line of work, what it entailed. But his expectations did not prepare him for how harsh reality still was.

He could never trust anyone, never let his guard down. Not with strangers, not with anyone. Not even his henchmen, much less his so called allies.

He was so tired of it.

And that was dangerous. So, he tried to indulge himself with the less risky impulse he could think of: a haircut. He could get rid of the long locks that started to be annoying by blocking his eyes and always getting in the way, while establishing some mild social contact or interaction with other people outside of his circle.

And that's how he ended up at a hairdraisser's god knows where, with only a few other customers around. Thankfully, they were minding their own business while some relaxing music played in the background.

As soon as he opened the door, a small chime announced this arrival and a plain looking girl with a kind smile was instantly on him.

"Welcome! How may I help you?"

Something about her voice was strangely familiar, but it might just be the customer service tone.

"Hi, huh...", he took a second to clear his throat, suddenly feeling bashful. "I had an appointment."

"Of course. Mr... Kent, is it? Please follow me and we'll get started right away."

"Thank you."

As they went and he took his sit, he couldn't help and get tense while feeling her moving behind him, without being able to directly see her.

This was a bad idea.

He should have never come, what if she was some kind of spy and tried to attack him now? He had left himself unnecessarily vulnerable to any ind of--

"Careful now..."

She spoke softly just before warmth washed over him, wetting his hair and carefully avoiding his face.

"Is the temperature alright?"

"...Yes."

"Perfect. Please feel free to close your eyes and let me know if there is anything you need or would like differently."

He hummed, slowly following her instructions, though still a bit unsure. This was an experiment, he reminded himself. Not following them would mean going against its purpose.

He went completely still the moment he felt her hands softly scratching his head.

That was... really nice, actually.

He took a deep breath, and started to relax for real this time.

This is something he could get used to.

His mind started drifting, blank, only concentrated in the delicate, precise touch of hers...

[...]

Before he knew it, he suddenly found himself looking at the ceiling blinking really fast, confused.

What did just happen?

Oh, god. 

No.

Did he fall asleep?

Nonononono--

A hand on his shoulder stopped his rushing thoughts dead on their track and he could see her not long after, smiling what he assumed was reassuringly to him.

Panic must have been obvious on his face, because she quickly said.

"No need to worry, sir. You may rest for a little longer while I finish."

He was almost certain they could hear him with how strong his heart was beating. He made an effort to keep a straight face as he answered.

"Thank you, I'll be in your care."

And allowed himself to drift again under her touch. Were others supposed to feel this warm? He couldn’t remember, but he couldn’t stop himself from melting.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea. 

[breilobrealdi]

Sent the haircut ask

Forgot to say please and thank you! And write it only if you want to ofc!

And have you written before? Do you have a masterlist somewhere?

No problem! I was really happy with the request. :)

I finished it writing a little long ago, and after reviewing it for a bit I'l finally be publishing it later today.

Tbh I've reading and loving the community for a while now, but just gathered the courage to start writing on hero and villain stories. I don't have a master list yet, but I'm hoping to start one once I've written a bit more.

Thank you very much for your request and feel free to send me any other that comes to your mind!!

[breilobrealdi]

Tavern AU - The Ancient

Cursed - Vampire x Witch 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 

[breilobrealdi]

Cursed #0

Masterlist

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It was a dull day of winter when she arrived. It had been raining cats and dogs since the night before and it didn’t look like it was stopping any time soon. A shame, really. Most of her regular clientele preferred - very logically -, to stay home with this damn weather and she was bored out of her mind. 

She was rearranging her whole flatware for the second time already when the doorbell chimed, letting her know of a new arrival. A customer at last?

She quickly turner their way, a smile plastered on her face and ready to serve. 

“Welcome to the Ancient! Open every day of the year and always happy to meet new faces. How can I... help?”

Her question almost died as she wasn’t expecting the small, trembling figure that seemed to be having a hard time just standing before her, if the ragged breathing was of any indication. Water was pouring off their cape, creating a puddle at their feet. 

“I’d like to book a room for the night, please...”, is all a muted voiced managed to say before collapsing right there.

She sprung to action, jumping over the bar to get to them before their head hit the floor. 

The state of their robes wasn’t much better, and they seemed to be running a fever.

“Poor thing... You must have had a hard time.”

Well, not any longer. 

Not if it was up to her.

[bluemuffin-draws]

When "You can visit whenever you like" backfires

[semisolidmind]

how bout them shipping dynamics memes eh

[breilobrealdi]

Writing prompts

Hi! Please send me if you have any prompts on heroes, villains and civilians. I’m trying to write one again. :)

[xmiyuv]

✨ Ko-fi request ✨

@madlymiho is a genius for loving such a unique god 😭♥️

[xmiyuv]

Based on this post!

[spidaerman]

To all my black followers and friends, stay safe.

Also, I would like to add that black lives have always mattered, will always matter.

It’s awful that we even have to say that because it should be a given. However, we need to say it loud and clear for the racists.

We cannot be silent. 

[breilobrealdi]

Lionheart (Akafuri)

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/184717964-lionheart-akafuri

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24277786

Capítulo 1

Capítulo 2

Capítulo 3 (12/05)