#cyfaredd

[spaced-out-muses]

Oh thank god maybe now his posts will stop getting recommended to him—

[fantomevoleur]

Show him the Goro Akechi on the timeline! He keeps refreshing and nothing's coming up!

[ryogai]

Verse : League of Legends

Many thanks to @cyfaredd for helping me TREMENDOUSLY with this verse!

Nix was born in a peaceful little village in Ionia, her parents leading a simple life. Being raised in such a calm area, she never expected anything bad to happen in the least. Why would she? Children shouldn't have to even imagine such outcomes in the future. So when she discovered her potential for magic at a young age, all Nix could think of was how she could help the others with it. Though she wasn't sure how when her magic seemed strange, it being connected to the stars. Nonetheless, those around her seemed proud of her regardless. How sad that she didn't see what the future held..

Noxus invaded Ionia and it wasn't long before the fighting reached even her peaceful world, only being thirteen at the time. There was destruction and panic all around her and before she could get her wits together to flee, she was captured by a group of men. She was delivered to a man who she learned was called Swain, one who was interested in her rare magic. So began five years of hell at his hands. Experiments to try and understand her magic, ones to try and harness it, and all manner of things. He also tried to force her to fight her fellow Ionians and use her magic against them, threatening to harm her if not. Nix refused and allowed herself to be punished and tortured instead. Some of it even invoked being chained up to hear others being tortured instead of herself, being told it was her fault.

The worst pain she experienced was when her left arm got removed and then replaced with one made of some manner of tech. A guard expressed a rare case of compassion and made a choice that would cost him his life. He released Nix from her cell and allowed her to escape. The silverette ran with all her might, knowing she couldn’t stop until she was far from the land of her captors. She made it back to her homeland after what felt like an eternity and collapsed soon after. A man by the name of Yasuo found the collapsed woman and aided in her recovery.

It took a year until Nix was back in healthy condition and decided she needed to travel on her own. She couldn’t depend on the samurai forever, as much as she looked to him like a family member. So began her years of moving place to place, never staying in one location for too long. He was always watching..

[gemsofchaldea]

@cyfaredd​ asked for a Berserker Island Starter!:

“It’s a shame that only the two of us were summoned. I imagine with more Oni under our command we could have taken every other servant out by now. Still there is some fun in killing them slowly..”

The regular Ibaraki may talk big, but she was a bit hesitant in being as heartless as she claimed to be. This one didn’t seem to have that problem, even torturing a few of the mad spirits before killing them in previous fights. Now though they were simply sitting here, enjoying their time with Shuten. That never changed, they were always close to her after all..

“Speaking of killing slowly, how did you wish to handle the masters from Chaldea? They seem to be fighting plenty of other servants before getting to us. I’m hoping they don’t end up dead before we see them, that would be disappointing..”

Perhaps she would even be able to go all out? They didn’t seem quite as pathetic as she first figured after all.. 

[moonlightmagus]

@cyfaredd​​ said: (inbox) [ BRUSH ] from Cú

[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry.

Yuuki had called the Lancer to come spend some time with her. It was sort of a initiation for her and her servants at this point. Perhaps, maybe even for a different reason. The Magus found herself wanting to be closer to this Lancer and even went out of her way to attempt to learn more about them. 

She heard them calling out to her, and she turned to smile at him. “Lancer! Come closer!” She said, patting the spot next to her. She had been sitting, staring out at the vast recreated terrain. It was so close to the original it was hard for her to recognize the difference. 

She felt the pressure of Cú sitting beside her. For a bit, they just sat in comfortable silence, before her face darkened. For whatever reason, her mind brought back to the last escapade of the Lost Belt. She was beginning to break, beneath the pressure of it all. She looked down at her hands, before burrowing her face in them. 

Shakily, she took a few breaths, trying to center herself before she spoke. Her voice was barely above a whisper and as fragile as ice. “I’m a monster..” 

A tear fell from her face and landed on her lap as she took a few more ragged breaths. “How can someone like you.. still want to be contracted with me? How can you be loyal to someone who’s murdering thousands. Every time I correct the ‘False history’ I am destroying worlds.” She paused, to hug herself as she shakes. The Magus’ emerald hues were wracked with tears and shaking themselves, as if she could not focus on what was before her. “I’m a murderer, I’m a monster. I’m a demon. I deserve to die for my crimes. Why am I still here? L-Lancer why are you here? Why are you with me? Why do you still protect me? Why do you still consider me worthy? W-Why? I’m a failure, a misguided piece of shit!” She exclaimed the last part, words that have never escaped her lips before. 

[fantomevoleur]

@cyfaredd saw: Squinting

There is NO NEED for such squinting!

[malafxde]

❛ why are you covered in blood ? ❜ yuko to gabriella !!

Cult Classics! || Accepting!! || @cyfaredd

The singularity had been wrong from the start. Even before they stepped foot into Salem, Gabriella had felt the weight of it—something heavy, oppressive, curling in the air like a storm about to break. Singularities were nothing new to her as a Master of Chaldea. She had braved the sands of Ozymandias's temple, the ice and fire of Scandinavia, the burning chaos of Babylonia. But this one was different. This wasn’t a kingdom or a city teetering on destruction. This was Salem. Her home twisted into something unrecognizable. They arrived to find the town as it had been during the infamous trials, but with something wrong beneath the surface. The townspeople whispered of witches in the shadows, their eyes darting to every flicker of movement. And yet, the fear didn’t seem directed at the trials themselves—it was as though Salem itself had turned against them. The air buzzed with hatred and malice, so thick it clung to her skin like a second layer.

From the moment she stepped onto its cobbled streets, Gabriella felt a pull. Faint at first. A voice too distant to hear clearly. But as the days dragged on, it grew louder. Insistent. Yuko had noticed. The witch saw it in her partner’s sidelong glances, the way her sharp gaze lingered just a little too long, searching for cracks in her composure. She had brushed it off with a strained smile. They had a job to do. But deep down, she knew Yuko was right to worry. The voice had started to speak her name. It had been subtle at first. A faint whisper in the back of her mind. Gabriella. A call, soft and sweet, curling like smoke through her thoughts. It wasn’t her Servants. It wasn’t Yuko. It wasn’t anything she could name. And tonight, it had pulled her into the forest.

The witch couldn’t remember why she’d left the town square. The details slipped through her fingers like water, elusive and scattered. She’d been with Yuko and their Servants—Casters, for reconnaissance—but the pull had grown unbearable, dragging her away.

The world tilted sideways after that. Her next memory was of the blood.

She blinked, the night air snapping back into sharp focus around her. The smell was the first thing she registered—coppery and thick, mixed with the damp rot of leaves underfoot. It filled her nostrils, clinging to her lungs until she gagged. Her arms were heavy. She looked down. The blood was everywhere.

It coated her hands, her mystic code, her legs. It dripped from her fingers onto the forest floor, mixing with the pools beneath her feet. Her breath hitched, panic seizing her chest. Her mind screamed at her to move, but her body stayed rooted in place, her muscles frozen. Around her, the clearing was a grotesque tableau of carnage. The bodies sprawled haphazardly human and animal alike. A man lay crumpled nearby, his chest split open, ribs splayed like jagged teeth. His face was contorted in terror, his mouth frozen in a silent scream. Beside him, a dog twitched, its belly torn apart, entrails steaming in the cold night air.

She stumbled backward, her foot squelching in something slick. Her pulse pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. She wanted to scream, but the sound caught in her throat, strangled and choking. Her mind clawed at the edges of memory. What happened? How did I—

“Why are you covered in blood?”

The voice wasn’t her own. Her heart lurched violently, her head snapping toward the sound. It was sharp and clear, cutting through the fog in her mind. She turned, her gaze locking onto a figure stepping out of the shadows. The Master stopped just at the edge of the clearing, taking in the scene with a single sweeping glance. The question hit like a hammer. Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Her hands trembled at her sides, sticky and wet with gore. “I…” The word was a broken whisper. She stumbled back, shaking her head. “I don’t—” The images came rushing back. Flashes of shadow. A presence. A voice, twisting through her mind. Gabriella. Her knees gave way, and she crumpled to the ground. Her hands shot to her head, clutching at her hair, trying to drown out the noise. It was louder now, rising like a tide. The memories weren’t hers. They couldn’t be hers.

A woman screaming, her nails clawing at Gabriella’s arms. A deer thrashing, its blood painting the bark of the trees. The laughter. The twisted, mocking laughter. “Stop,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. “Please, stop…” But the voice ignored her. You know what you are, don’t you? it whispered. You can’t hide it here. Not in Salem. This is where you belong. She shook her head violently, her nails digging into her scalp. “I didn’t— I didn’t do this!”

Yuko stepped closer, her voice low and steady, though Gabriella barely registered the words. The forest seemed to close in around her, the trees pressing closer, their branches stretching like skeletal fingers. The blood was crawling now. She could feel it, seeping into her skin, writhing beneath the surface like worms. Her chest heaved, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.

You’ve always been mine, the voice crooned.

The world tilted again, darkness creeping at the edges of her vision. She felt Yuko’s presence—sharp, steady, grounding—but it wasn’t enough to stop the pull. The witch opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. She stared at the blood on her hands, her mind fracturing under the weight of it all. The memories surged forward like a flood, drowning her. The screams. The bodies. The way their eyes had looked, empty and glassy, as the life drained out of them. She didn’t know if it had been her hands, her will, or something else entirely, but the carnage was hers.

Her stomach twisted violently.

“I—” she choked, her voice trembling. Her gaze met Yuko’s, and the truth clawed its way to the surface. “I don’t remember.” But she did. Deep down, she knew. The thing inside her laughed, cold and cruel, as the darkness was creeping slowly around her mind.

[ebb-n-fl0w]

SCALES for merah

Monstrous Headcanons

⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses

Poorly.

When her response after such an intense tragedy is to chase down leads and clues connected to the Cult that specifically targeted her, you can imagine she doesn't have a lot of self-preservation in mind.

It doesn't matter if its dangerous, it doesn't matter if she's going in way over her head. It doesn't matter if it might even kill her.

She won't let it go. She doesn't deserve to suffer like she has. Merah will find the one who killed her family, and she'll have her revenge.

So needless to say she has a hard time controlling herself if you press the right buttons, and the trajectory of her life has her coming in for a cataclysmic crash.