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adammilligan · 2 years

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actually once they get topside i think adam would spend hours and hours sitting out in the sun just because he can. just because he can actually feel the sun now compared to centuries of darkness in the cage. and on some level i think michael would be enjoying it too because he never just sat and enjoyed things when he was ruling heaven and the sun does feel good after hell but mostly i think he's just sitting there and watching adam relax for all those hours

#michael gets so much obvious enjoyment out of sitting there and watching adam EAT #i think he'd watch adam out in the sun with his eyes closed and his head tilted back and he's like oh yeah this is the good shit #he's so fucking funny. he just wants good things for adam. and really who wouldn't #azure rambles #michael #adam milligan #midam

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elegyofthemoon · 1 year

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Fe3H Ask Game: 12, 17

>:O thanks zorua !!!

fe3h asks

12. How many routes have you completed?

All!! And for that very reason!!! I refuse to play it again!!!!

As much as I'd love to replay the game, playing all 4 routes burned me out so bad I feel aversion towards the idea of trying the game again asdkfjh It's a good game though!! But I really don't need to be throwing an extra 250 hrs on that game 😅

17. Which route did you do first?

Azure Moon!! I think it's very much the reason why I'm so fond of the Blue Lions. Also because this was my first FE game, they hold a special place in my heart for dragging me into FE (shoutout to Ashe in particular. Saw that little guy and went I WANT THAT ONE!!!! and proceeded to jump into the series lolol)

After that I think I went Crimson Flower > Silver Snow > Verdant Wind ! I can't remember how I decided on this... I think I knew I wanted to S support Claude since he was like a BIG fave while I was playing but you know "save the best for last" so that's how Verdant Wind was my end (it was such a good way to end the game though!! How cool was fighting against all the ancestors of the nobles >:OOOOOO)

As for Crimson Flower vs Silver Snow. I'm guessing after Azure Moon I thought "hmm Edelgard....I want to understand you." and that's how I got in there. Silver Snow back to back with Verdant Wind was not very fun though since it felt v similar to each other (or ... they were actualy the same...? I can't remember clearly but I remember the plot being so similar.)

#answered #not that it matters but like i think id rank my enjoyment for the routes as like #azure moon > verdant wind = silver snow > crimson flower #zorua adorable #BUT ANYWAYS !!!!#yeah dude like i have 450 hrs on 3h total and im just >_> uh.....#ik i was super fixated on the game so i really was just clawing through lines and stuff #(and wasting way too much teatimes with faves)#(dude my switch gallery is STILL filled w 3h photos and i need to clear it)#(so i can get some engage photos but x - x)#anyways im not coming back to this game #i did think about looking into warriors three hopes but #i think when the game was first coming out i saw mixed feelings on the game so i was a little hesitant :I #but ALSO i didnt hear whether or not we learn anything new.... which is kinda what i want....#gimme more lore.... how much more insane can it go.... tell meeeeeee #i still have the demo downloaded so i /could/ try and see how i feel there bu 🤷🏻‍♀️as of now no plans

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heartpiratedrabbles · 4 months

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Insecurities Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 ~ Part 4

Buggy X Fem Reader

The twins, were now 5 years old and you were still hanging around the same island. The only difference being you’ve made it your home base now. You changed your name to outsiders and started a show called ‘Zazel’s Dazzling Circus’ and it had drawn in quite a crowd, the past two years were filled with traveling with your group to other islands but always returned home after a week or two.

The friends you made were delighted when you had told them you were staying and even when you moved out of Gin’s house, opting to live in the circus itself, he made sure you knew you were always welcomed back and that he’d always be willing to watch the boys. Even going as far as getting a bed for both of them whenever they’d spend the night.

Throughout the years you had slowly let your appearance go back, no longer dying your hair, and wearing the revealing performance clothes again. You couldn’t be happier with how it was going. There were times when you’d look at your boys faces and be reminded of their father, missing him and wishing to contact him but you’d push the thoughts to the back of your head. You’d kept tabs on him throughout the years, keeping newspapers clippings and bounty posters, being proud of your former Captain every time he made the front page. You didn’t mean to make a scrap book of him, but overtime you had amassed enough too and thought it easier to hide a book over a box of loose papers.

Gin recognized your kids features almost immediately but had never pushed you on the matter. He still took care of them when you were away and loved them as an uncle would. And he never told the kids of their father either, which you were thankful for. You’d tell them when they were older, or when they’d ask you about it, whichever came first you supposed. They didn’t seem to much care about not having a father figure, after all they had plenty of role models in their life.

Benji had perfected the art of knife throwing and pick-pocketing already, opting to be a little thief despite having everything he could want. Azure on the other hand had taken after you with his contortion and acrobatic skills, using them to distract people for Benji or to even squeeze in through open windows to steal. And as much as you wanted to raise them right, you couldn’t help but encourage their sneaky ways, also teaching them how to defend themselves in case things went awry. You were, after all, a pirate for most of your enjoyable life, and would rather them be prepared if they decided they wanted to go out to sea one day.

One of your favorite acts to watch from afar was when your two boys would freak strangers out who hadn’t known there were two of them. The shock value of one of them disappearing and the other appearing behind the stranger was perfect to rob them blind. Most of the time the people who so impressed and confused they wouldn’t even notice the missing items at all.

What’s more, your circus had brought some fame to the island and caused more travelers to visit and see the show. It brought you great pride in seeing how successful it had become. As the ringmaster and headliner, you were ecstatic at the applause each night and the berries you were raking in.

Another gig on a different island was coming up and this time you’d be traveling with the crew; your circus had grown enough to be in 2 places at once and you had trusted members who took care of the other act when you were away. Still though, the twins were too young and oblivious to bring to another island to wreak havoc on, so you left them with Gin who’d happily look after them. Using his time with them to teach them more about sailing and pirating.

As you were saying goodbye to your boys you had noticed Benji playing with face paint, curious you walked behind him to see what he was doing. But as you walked closer your mischievous son noticed and quickly hid a paper in the drawer of his vanity, “You can’t see yet!” He had yelled all flustered. Azure snickered behind him and made a comment of not being subtle at all.

“Well I’ll be back in a about a week, can you show me then?” Your curiosity getting the better of you. You son nodded and you smiled before he got up from his chair to join you in a hug Azure following suit. “I’ll miss you boys alright? Don’t forget that if you do do anything to not get caught.” They groaned in acceptance before you departed.

~~~

Cabaji roamed the tent, fitting in perfectly with the people around him, A traveling circus had come to town and piqued his interest, they weren’t common Afterall and he’d like to see how this one worked. He hadn’t made the show itself but had gotten there just as people were leaving as the clean-up process unsued. Strangely enough he felt a sense of calm as the chaotic backstage seemed to run near the same way as Buggy’s own circus.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you before. Why weren’t you at rehearsal?” A man approached him much to his dismay. “When did Mistress Zazel hire you?” He leaned in closer to Cabaji.

“Oh, I was called here to audition and lost my way” He gestured to the unicycle he was carrying and the man sighed.

“I’ve told her to schedule auditions at better times than right after shows but she never listens. Follow me, I’ll take you to the small performance tent” The man believed him easily and Cabaji seemed pleased with himself. He could meet this Zazel and perhaps talk to Buggy about how she runs her show to him.

~~~

“Mistress Zazel another auditioneer is here for you. I put them in the normal tent,” Your stage manager Hendriks called out from behind the curtain, you were cleaning off the make-up and glitter on your face.

You don’t remember scheduling an audition but it had been such a hectic arrival that you could see yourself telling someone in passing to come after the show. You sigh standing up, putting your mini top hat back as you walk towards the tent. Hendriks told you of how he was carrying a unicycle with him and seemed to already be in a costume. You did enjoy the enthusiastic people the most. As you open the curtain you look ahead of you to see the back of a familiar man, causing you to slam the curtain shut quickly.

Hendriks looked at you quizzically as you peaked in again. The man in question had already started balancing on his singe tired bike as though it was as easy as walking and despite the years that had gone by you could tell it was him. Blood rushed out of your face as you turned back to your stage manager, “Tell him I’m sorry but that there are no spots open at the moment.” And you quickly walk away.

Back in your own personal tent you start pacing, it had been years. Years. Why was a former crewmate here of all places? And asking for an audition? What was he up too? You take out your transponder snail to call Gin, “Gin someones here. I don’t know why but I’m worried he’s-“ You babbled out as fast as the speed of light.

“Y/N calm down. What wrong? Who is there?” Gin interrupted you and as you tried to catch your breath he continued, “…Is it Buggy?”

That seems to hitch your breath again, you hadn’t even thought about the whereabouts of your former captain, “I. I don’t know. Cabaji is here though and I’m worried. I left on such awful terms” You were starting to panic, sitting down only to stand back up again.

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Cabaji sighed, his plan had failed and he was sent away. The man didn’t escort him out though so he had decided to take the scenic route and look around. As he continued he heard an oddly familiar voice and went to investigate. “Y/N why don’t you just cut the trip short, have Xavier fill in for you-“ The voice was clearly from a transponder snail but was more interesting was the name used. Did you truly run away to another circus? Buggy would be intrigued.

Deciding to not get ahead of himself he listened in more, and your voice, a tad tired and more worried had reverberated through his head. This had to be you. He had to tell Buggy as soon as possible. Although he hadn’t seen your name in the program so it was clear you went under a different name now adays.

“I’m going to the show tomorrow to confirm it captain.” The blue-haired clown had nearly screamed when he heard the news and promised he’d be there in no more than 3 days. “She might be leaving so at the very least I can see what her alias is based on who this Xavier plays tomorrow.” It was the happiest he had heard his captain in a while.

“I’m stopping at a port tomorrow before heading to where you are. Update me the second you think she’s somewhere else, it’s the closest we’ve come to finding my doll” His captain had cooed out. The past five years had been weirdly restless, traveling and conquering areas that made the world government fear Buggy, but little did they know it was all in pursuit of a single person.

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The next morning Gin had gathered the boys to tell them that their mom was coming home early, it wasn’t unheard of but it didn’t happen often either. “Was she run out of town?” “Did she start a fight?” “Is this like the time she set fire to a bar?” The questions poured in and Gin pushed them off as much as possible.

“Why don’t you get your mother something nice before she arrives? She should be getting back sometime tonight or early tomorrow,” Gin knew they wouldn’t buy something, instead opting to steal from a rich person, but as long as they didn’t get caught it didn’t matter, and with Azure’s planning skills and Benji’s knife skills, he wasn’t too worried about the boys as they ran off to scope out the area.

Gin was a little worried of how’d you react when you come home to find Benji’s poorly copied version of Buggy’s face paint, but decided to add more to your plate when there was nothing he could do. He did warn the boy to wash his face before you arrived though. Benji, on the other hand, had known you wouldn’t be too happy to see him in this face paint. Despite your efforts at hiding it the boys had seen you look at a wanted poster, sometimes crying, and Benji being a snoop, had nabbed one of the posters and immediately loved who he saw.

Azure did make fun of him this morning for how sloppy it looks, but for a first attempt at the full look he was quite happy about it. Azure deciding a much more subtle look of a ponytail with a small hat, and a scarf covering his face. He wasn’t ashamed of his nose, but it was much easier to hide from unwanted attention when the most obvious part of his appearance was hidden. Now though, it was time to find a present. Azure deicing to scour out the new arrivals of boats as Benji took to the crowd immediately, stealing petty berries as he got closer to the dock.

The people who called the town and port their home weren’t surprised to see either of the boys snooping around, and no one tried to stop them from swindling strangers either, sometimes even going as far as to cover for the boys if a particularly angry person didn’t enjoy there disappearing act.

Benji stopped in an alleyway, rummaging through his bag to look at the score so far when he saw his brother out the corner of his eye. “An interesting ship arrived just now, we should check it out” Azure hinted, this could only mean 1 of two things, a rich passenger ship had come through, or a weird ship that was out of normal had made it’s way to the dock. Benji nodded and shooed Azure to make a distraction.

He turned the corner and hid behind a barrel near the ship he was certain Azure was talking about. A large circus tent was on the main deck that memorized both boys for a second before they got back to work. Another circus coming to town? The pride of the act and the anger of stolen spotlight mixed as both boys thought the same thing, steal from the first person to walk of the boat.

Even if they wanted to explore another realm, they knew better than to get on any ship for any reason. The chances of being whisked away or caught skyrocketing when they were no longer on their home ground. As they waited, a man got off the boat wearing a captain’s hat and a large fur coat. This was it. Benji couldn’t get a good look at the mans face but there would be no need. Azure cause a small harmless explosion further down the dock, causing people to look and walk towards the area, and just as expected the man followed suit.

Benji, taking the opportunity ran and ‘bumped’ into the stranger grabbing a rather large coin purse in the act. He was a few paces away when he turned back to bow his head as a fake apology when he froze. The face of the man had looked exactly like that of the poster, although a bit older than the version he had.

Azure seem to have noticed his brother and started making his way through the crowd yelling his name. Hearing his name be shouted he realized his mistake and quickly started to go further, but the man had already spotted him. Despite being so far away he felt a tug on his unruly hair, “Where do you think you’re goin brat?” The captain had barked out, not amused in the slightest, “You makin fun of me with that awful getup?” Benji cried out at the slight pain and quickly grabbed a dagger, opting to cut his hair from the disembodied hand as his brother grabbed his arm and darted through the crowd.

They could both hear the shouts of the man behind him but thankfully the people of the port had decided to try and hide the boys, a bookshop keep ushering them into the back room until the coast was clear.

~~~

“What’s up your ass?” Alvida quipped as the clown angrily walked by.

“Some brats makin fun of my look. One of ‘em even wore a wig and did an atrocious job my make-up on their grubby face” Buggy sat down opening a bottle.

“You sure that’s not just because there’s a circus on this island? Coulda been admirers” She sipped on her own wine leaning back.

“Sure, if you count them also stealing some money. The one kid came outta nowhere to save the stupid twerp too, they even cut their wig just to get away from me,” A huff, “And don’t get me started on that stupid fake nose he wore.”

“Well I’m not condoning beating up kids, but if you want revenge your best bet would be going to the show and lookin for them there.”

~~~

“He looked just like the man in the poster!” Benji and Azure were arguing on just who the man was. The blue hair looked a little too similar for Azure’s taste and the nose was already a telling feature.

“I swear the man in the picture isn’t just a clown what if he’s-“ They both shut up when they hear the door creak open, “Hi Uncle Gin!” Benji quickly slides the poster under a bed and looks up at the man.

“Should I ask what happened to your hair?” A rather large chunk was missing, making the uneven cut all the more noticeable, “Your mother won’t be too happy with me about it.”

“We didn’t get in trouble if that’s what your asking,” Benji grinned up, ignoring the warning glance from Gin, “Well it was a quick escape. They didn’t get us though see!” The boy stood up, pulling his brother with him, and did a twirl to show no injuries on his body. Azure slowly also twirling around.

Gin smiled, it was times like this where he was reminded they were still just small children, “Uh-huh, as long as you’re both safe. “How bout you two stay in for the night and wait for your mom?” The question was innocent enough but Gin had heard a bit of their conversation and didn’t want to risk anything. “And remember to wash your face Benji.”

~~~

“Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Zazel’s Dazzling Circus! Due to an emergency I’ll be filling in for our wonderful Zazel-“ Cabaji looked up amused, he hadn’t expected this. This Xavier fella was front and center starting the show himself instead of the normal Ringmaster.

He wondered slightly if it was a mistake, if Xavier was filling in for more than one act, but it quickly became apparent that his only role for the night was ring master, and that the big show of the dangerous trapeze had been opted for a different act to suit his skills. So our little Y/N started a circus of her own huh? Buggy will certainly be ecstatic over this.

After the show he got ahold of Alvida, Buggy decidedly off in his own world, “Yea he’s checking out this circus in town, what do you want?” She barked out impatient.

“I thought I’d let him Captain know of Y/N Alias” He heard Alvida knock a few things over.

“How are you sure it’s her?” After explaining the situation even Alvida was getting giddy over seeing her friend again, “Well spit it out Cabaji, what’s the name?”

“Zazel-“

“Like Zazel’s Dazzling Circus?” Alvida interrupted him quickly standing up at the news, after a quick confirmation she was beaming.

~~~

Buggy was wandering the circus for any signs of the brats from earlier huffing a bit. This place seemed like a paradise, freaks walking everywhere and different acts happening constantly in different tents, a main tent for the main show once or twice a night. Some people were whispering while glancing his way and Buggy just seemed as though it was people recognizing his greatness.

After wandering for a while, he stops in front of a booth where a man is organizing shelves, Not bothering to look at Buggy he calls out, “You can buy tickets for the main act 6 tents down from here.” He nods his head in a direction ignoring the clown behind him entirely.

“I’m not here for that. Is there a brat with blue hair red nose parading around?” Buggy huffs out, a little annoyed at the disrespect.

“Ah you’re probably lookin for the twins. I don’t think they’re here tonight but if they are they’d be in a practice tent or around the main acts for the night.” The man didn’t even bother looking over his shoulder as he answered, Benji and Azure got in enough trouble that it was just common ground to reveal where they were at the circus. Besides this was their home turf, no one would dare cause trouble to them here.

Buggy mutters a thanks while walking away, twins huh? Heading towards what he believed to be the rehearsal/practice tents. Searching around, not bothering to ask again. If they weren’t here for the afternoon, it wouldn’t do much to keep asking, but it is a good idea to scope out the area.

#One Piece #One Piece X Reader #Buggy #Buggy the Clown #Buggy X Reader #Part 3

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dboliklover · 2 years

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A sequel to my other work, 'The Perfect Wife'. Please read that one first, lest you be confused reading this by itself. Part of a series I wrote for a wonderful anonymous commissioner. Contact me at [email protected] if you're interested in commissioning me. Or DM me. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, this work gets quite dark. (Y/N) finds herself at a loss when she realises she's pregnant with her captor's baby. Shu struggles with emotions.

MDNI, DARK CONTENT AHEAD. (NON-CON, IMPREGNATION, PREGNANT SEX, BLOOD KINK, ABUSIVE THEMES, YANDERE.)

Chirping crickets, for many, were a soothing sound. This was not the case for a certain blue-eyed vampire who, as he laid in bed, believed that the most soothing sounds were the ones that escaped his wife’s lips. Her tiny snores, her sighs, her moans, her whimpers, her screams...they all filled him with such ecstasy that something as mundane as birds, crickets nor even his beloved orchestral music would ever sound remotely enjoyable to his ears again. Her warmth was also something he found himself drawn to. He was a being of frigid frost; his veins icy and skin deathly cold. Warmth was a rarity to experience and he embraced her mortality for his own pleasure and comfort, basking in the knowledge this woman was now his wife.

Shu Sakamaki was used to sleeping alone, used to being alone; his entire existence he’d been a solitary creature devoid of love or affection. Not anymore. Now, he had someone to take care of him as a dutiful wife should - even if it took more time, effort and punishments to get her to that point.

Before (Y/N), he found the noise of a beating heart irritating. At that moment, however, Shu listened to the steady rhythm with increased fascination, holding her to him to feel her body heat on his glacial skin. This felt...nice. Significantly more so than he’d assumed it would feel to sleep beside someone as lively and soft as she was. Pride filled his chest as his deep azures glanced over the marks and bruises covering her skin like a painted canvas of which he was the masterful artist; these cuts and wounds proved to all eyes that she was his wife.

Beautifully and completely his. Even if she wasn’t perfect yet, she would grow into the role; she had no other choice but she certainly captured the air of perfection and domestic rapture when she slept. No woman, especially no mortal, could compare to his choice of woman. She was going to take care of him, his desires and needs and in turn, he, too, would care for her; and in that way, Shu was determined to achieve the family he never had, proper and loving.

Thoughts traversed to the night before, the punishment. He had to bite back the pleasured groan brought by the fresh memories, his sadistic heart relishing in what occurred. Of course, it would’ve been preferable that she behaved and thus would’ve never experienced such a harsh punishment, but he learnt long ago not to cry over spilt milk. What was done was done; (Y/N) made her decision when she resolved to leave him and had to face the consequences of her actions, though he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the look of pure torment on her sweet face forever etched into his mind. She looked celestial when she wept for his forgiveness. Shu was hopeful that she would learn from this experience and learn to do better by him in the future - this marriage was significant to him and it ought to mean everything to her, too. If he had it his way - and he would - she’ll become the pristine image of a devoted wife, willing and pliant for his every desire. The mere notion was enough to make his grasp on her tighten, his eyes closing and throat swallowing dryly to ease his oncoming arousal. He didn’t care if she was unwilling now, because he knew she would eventually succumb to her womanly vices and lust after him; it was in a woman’s inferior nature to fall easily, but he couldn’t help thinking he might miss her pleas against being forcibly fucked by him, those turned him on more than he cared to admit.

Unfortunately, Shu acknowledged that one measly punishment would not be enough to break her spirits down enough; a frustrating sentiment, but one that he wasn’t stupid enough to ignore. He loathed having to place effort and waste time in most matters, but he supposed this wasn’t ‘wasting’ time when it was crucial and he derived some enjoyment out of it. Still, the sooner she fully submitted to him the better for them both.

Abruptly, his thoughts were interrupted by the change in her heartbeat’s pace, a huff of annoyance leaving him at the realisation she was awake, her body instinctively swaying away from his. His embrace tightened, much to her chagrin, and the way her body tensed filled him with discontented pride - on one hand, she was trying to shimmy from his grasp, but on the other, he eased in the knowledge that she was afraid of him, of what he could do to her if he wanted to. Last night revealed merely a silther of his strength - Shu knew that the previous night’s events were bound to affect her by dosing her in apprehension. Wives should respect their husbands, and the only kind of respect Shu acknowledged was bred through trembling fear. Perhaps now she’ll understand he is not a force to reckon with. Maybe she won’t try to do something as troublesome as escape again.

Whilst her punishment lessened his rage regarding her wrongdoings, the subtle pit of wrath remained and feasted on the panicked look upon her (s/c) face when her eyes met his. “I-” she stuttered out, her voice hoarse from all the screaming mere hours ago, “I need to go to the bathroom.” Shu groaned, dissatisfied. “No.” “Please,” she swallowed, staring up at him with wide, nervous eyes. “I need to. I...I won’t be long, just...need to go.” He pauses, sighing with a roll of his eyes, pressing her nude frame closer to his own; she shuddered against him, fighting the urge to push him away. She was smart enough not to, and so he gave her kudos for that - the punishment did her well. Satisfaction swelled in him as he felt her shivering, heart beating in a gradual frenzy with every second spent in his arms. She’d learn to enjoy his embrace, someday, but he didn’t care whether she liked it now. He noted her legs were crossed, a pained expression etched on her face whenever her pelvis shifted; assumingly her body burnt with aching flames, her injuries setting. “Fine,” he eventually granted, “You can go.” The soft sigh of relief was hard to ignore as she pulled away from him - the covers unfurling to reveal her battered body in its beaten excellency; Shu smirked. Her body belonged to him. “Not so fast.” He declared just as she was about to rush out of their shared bed towards the ensuite bathroom - her spine tensed, she dared not meet his eyes nor speak, waiting instead for him to continue and - assumingly - holding back the urge to run. “Come here.”

Shu believed there was no point in wasting words; he said only what needed to be said, and nothing more. His thoughts were his own, he felt no need to share them unprompted. With extreme hesitation, his wife made her way across the bed to his side at a snail’s pace. Seeing his grimace, (Y/N) gulped taking bolder steps until she reached him, thighs clenched together, covered in his dried blood-stained semen. His eyes bore into hers with a burning intensity before a smirk graced his lips and he brought her wrist to his mouth, kissing the tender flesh, pleased with how her body jumped at his every movement. She would love him eventually, but for now fear was just as great of a motivator for her to behave.

With unusual mellowness, his fangs pierced her the skin, drawing blood his tongue then collected like the sweetest nectar, her whimpers a graceful melody. When he was satisfied he pulled away, getting out of bed. “Let’s go.” “What?” she breathed out, taking a small step back. “I can...I can go alone, I won’t be too long.” Shu ignored her pitiful attempts at repelling him from joining her, grabbing her arm he dragged her toward the bathroom, “You really a troublesome woman.” Reluctance plagued her steps, the idea of cleaning herself up was likely still appealing to her given her slovenly state but if her hesitation revealed anything, the thought was just a little less tempting now that he decided to accompany her.

She was fortunate that waking up beside her warmth placed him in such an agreeable mood - in the future, he’d allow her to walk to the bathroom at her own leisure, however, he couldn’t yet trust her to be by herself even if she was only metres away. Besides, he liked taunting her. And so, Shu leaned against the bathroom doorway, his earphones in as he listened to his music on low volume whilst watching her clean the blood and cum off her tainted skin. Her discomfort was evident, afraid of doing anything that might upset him lest it bring her more pain, the punishment still fresh in her scarred mind. He didn’t move a muscle to try and assist her as she wiped herself of filth, choosing instead to simply observe. Shu admired her naked body in the harsh bathroom light; the curve of her hips, the skin of her thighs, scratched and cut, the bruises around her neck from the choking and chain he kept around her neck for the days she spent alone in the dungeon. His wife was a masterpiece - one meant only for him like a secret symphony, to be played and altered however he so pleased.

She likely realised by now that she would never get away from him. Until she learnt her place definitively he wouldn’t even allow her stolen moments of solitude.

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Routines, like most things, were seen as boring by the Sakamaki heir - but now he found himself somewhat thankful for them. Two weeks passed since the consummation of his marriage and in that time (Y/N) settled into somewhat of a habit. She spent her days lounging around his room with him when he was there, reading or doing whatever it was she desired (provided she did not try to leave his bedroom he didn’t care what she asked him to bring her or what interests she cared to take up) when he was absent. Every day, the servants would bring her meals upon a silver platter; anything she could possibly crave, she was given - promptly, in silence, social contact limited so that the only one she was able to speak to was her husband. Thrice a day like clockwork her meals were delivered.

The lack of socialising and captivity within Shu’s room mellowed the miserable woman as the days dragged on in dullness and despair. None of which Shu worried about, the only thing he minded was that she obeyed; and, much to his pleasure, she’d done well. There were a few problematic slip-ups followed by minor punishments, he saw it as his job as her husband to correct her behaviour. She hadn’t tried to leave again, the most she’d done was regain some valour to stand against him when he tried to be intimate; a few times where she tried to shove him away or struggled a little bit too intensely, or one time during the first week when she locked herself in the bathroom and refused to come out under any circumstance. At worst, it was a nuisance to deal with but he could at least say he hadn’t felt that exact simmering rage since the night she foolishly tried to run.

Her punishments were primarily psychological than they were physical - though the fact she still required occasional violence was a given; he couldn’t let her forget that he could murder her like he could kill an ant; a single tug of his hand and she could be dead and gone - notwithstanding, he didn’t want to beat his wife bruised and bloody too often. He did love her, after all, and chose her for a reason; everything he did was for the good of their future. Patience was something Shu possessed, albeit reluctantly.

When she spoke out of line he withheld her meals, let her starve and feel excruciating thirst until she’d heartfully apologise, preferably on her knees in front of him, after which he’d push her to use that spiteful mouth of hers to gratify him, which inherently always turned into his fingers pulling her (h/c) tresses as he fucked her face, shoving his cock down her throat mercilessly, forcing her to swallow every last drop of his cum, punishing her further if she failed. Alternatively, he would leave her alone for hours - sometimes days - at a time if she did something to especially incite his wrath. She’d be locked in her old room with no way out, not even able to set her sights upon the servants who’d come to ensure she wouldn’t starve. Under times of (Y/N)’s punishments, they opened the door only enough to slide the food tray in and lock it again as quickly as they could. His goal was simple; to make her see that she should devote herself to him, to their marriage, future and, eventually, to their children. That he was the only person she could confide in, seek out.

She existed for him; that, to him, was her only purpose in life. It was his right as her husband, as her owner and superior to take her body whenever he wanted it, to fuck her and hurt her if he wished it and it was her duty as his wife, his belonging and his pet to take it all with gratitude. She was chosen by him to have a position worthy of envy, her marriage to him excelled her into high vampiric society if only in name, as the day he’d allow anyone too close to his wife would be a cold day in hell. Nevertheless, Shu was willing to surround (Y/N) with luxuries he cared little for; she could have any materialistic thing she wanted provided she accepted him for all he was, every flaw and malignant bone in him. And his efforts appeared to be working; she was more yielding, these days. Spoke less unless spoken to, cowered in his presence and bit back sharp remarks he knew were bubbling in her chest. She craved his presence more, letting herself be held at night without incident, though her stiffness never lessened.

Her subservience was appreciated, but he knew it still did not stem from a place he wanted it to - fear was a powerful motivator and he stood by his belief that wives ought to fear their husbands, but more than that he desired her love; the one thing (Y/N) refused to give. Shu understood that perhaps it was too early in their marriage for the fear to turn to love but the longer it took the worse his frustration became. She was supposed to love him. And she would, he had no doubt about that, there’d come a day when she would no longer be able to imagine her life without him, wouldn’t be able to breathe without him beside her. But that time had not yet arrived, and it was a slow-paced venture; she was developing a fondness for him but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough for him, he needed more from her. Always more.

After a life devoid of love hadn’t he deserved to be cherished by his wife? Worshipped like his mother did his father, in her own way? For Karlheinz, Beatrix endured the sufferings Cordelia tormented her with; if his mother had been able to survive the worst for her marriage, so could his own wife do the same for him. (Y/N) was doing well, but in life few things went the way he wanted. He’d left (Y/N) in their bedroom, attending to some “important” matters imposed upon him by his father that he couldn’t shift onto Reiji for once. He was eager to return to his wife, parched for a drop of her blood but was greeted by a distasteful sight upon arrival.

He never paid much mind to the servants that brought his wife’s meals - they were worker ants with a singular purpose. Now he wished he had considered them more thoroughly. With his arms tensely crossed he stood by the bedroom door, dull blue eyes lethally glaring into the back of a male servant who dared pay his wife too much attention. It took far too long for her to notice his presence, irking him to no end; she was his wife, she was meant to notice his entrances from far away, her attention was supposed to be on him and him alone at all times; so to see her smiling at another man, especially such a weak and pathetic excuse for a creature felt like a horrid insult. Slighted, Shu waited for the wretched man to turn around, his usually apathetic face barring a stone-cold expression of contempt that immediately shook the human servant to his very core, instantly regretting gazing upon his superior’s wife, even if it had been a genuinely friendly act with no nefarious intent, the fact the eldest son kept his wife in the custody of his room should’ve been enough to warn the servants never to anger him. This pathetic ant did, and Shu found it terribly bothersome; pent-up fury seethed, every single thing he’d ever lost in his life flashing before his eyes, a painful ache in his chest at the notion of ever losing (Y/N) to some worthless waste of space. She was the one thing he would never release from his grasp - nothing would take her away from him, dangerous jealousy clawing at his psyche as his gaze pierced the man dead, who gulped, bowing his head in ashamed trepidation. “You seem to be enjoying yourselves.” “Lord Sakamaki, I-” Before the servant could finish his sentence the breath was knocked from his lungs, back thrown against the wall. Shu stood over him, apathetic. (Y/N)’s alarmed shriek ricocheted off the walls, begging Shu to stop, that it wasn’t the servant’s fault, that she was to blame - yet the words died on her tongue, the fear of another punishment kept her from truly defending the servant’s innocence, loathing her husband’s brutality but being too afraid to challenge him. Shu was terrifying when he truly wanted to be - she’d learnt that the hard way. Her need for survival overcame her desire to help the unfortunate man, fearful of her own fate should she try a further transgression. So she stood there and hopelessly urged him to stop, words drowned out by his violence. Time moved too fast and too sluggish; she was crumbling, losing her sanity. “You are such a shameless whore,” Shu growled out, his eyes drifting from the coward in the corner of the room to her emerald hues, filled with possessive spite. She flinched. “Shu-” “Don’t.” She gulped, eyes wide as she leaned against the wall at the other side of the room, shaking inconsolably. All she did was smile at a servant boy - they didn’t even speak. Regardless, it was enough to fuel the flames of hell in Shu’s chest. The truth, one (Y/N) would never be privy to, was that he was terrified of losing her. He felt like he’d emotionally crumble if something happened to her; not death or circumstance and especially not a weak human coward would steal her from his clutch. Their wedding vows sealed her destiny. He just needed to teach her a lesson, again.

Shu pulled out a knife from the bedside table, turning to the servant who pleaded for his life, begging falling on silent ears. “This is your fault, (Y/N),” He rarely ever used her name, “Everything that’s about to happen to him wouldn’t be happening if you weren’t so hungry for another man.” She shook her head, crying. “No, please I-” she choked, her heart pounding bitterly. She was the reason this man was going to die. Worthless apologies left her lips, ignored. ‘Sorry’ couldn’t undo the ache in his chest. She needed to feel as hurt as he was.

Shu was a patient man - if nothing else, he was more patient than his brothers. But that patience was limited, and when it came to something like this - something he saw as a betrayal - that patience crumbled into vengeance. Underneath layers of apathy, he was furious. This anger was rarely exhibited before he found (Y/N), even when violence was needed of him; but now he had something to fight for, to cling to - she was the catalyst that set his emotions in motion. It felt good to feel again - but it was in equal parts a curse for both himself and for (Y/N). He wanted this to disturb, wanted this to scar her, to be a constant reminder of what he’ll do if she misbehaves - if she disappoints him. His mother was faithful to Karlheinz, but he wasn’t so illusioned to believe all women made faithful wives. Cordelia proved to everyone that women could be temptress sluts, and he’d never allow (Y/N) to transform into that. That meant keeping her here, away from provocations. Away from other men. Women were irrational creatures.

He’d keep her until he grew bored of her, though given the intensity of feelings she sparked in him, he doubted that would ever happen.

Screams flooded the room as the scent of blood filled (Y/N)’s nostrils, for once - not her own. The smell of the servant’s blood did nothing to appease Shu, who scrunched his nose in mild disgust. Even his blood was rotten. (Y/N) dared not intervene, closing her eyes. “Look.” Shu’s tone was absolute. The blade dug into the man’s face, a sickening squelch heard as Shu cut his eyes out of his head, the mortal man unable to fight back due to his weaker constitution. Shu’s expression was lifeless as he tormented the man without a shred of guilt. He felt entirely justified; the man got too brazen with his wife, and Shu wasn’t willing to share.

In sickness or in health,

It wasn’t as slow a death as Shu would’ve liked to give him, but (Y/N) couldn’t be left unpunished for this slight, either. And so he scooped out the man’s eyes, the bloody mess dripping on the floor and coating Shu’s face and shirt, the human servant writhing on the ground, choking on his own plasma. Shu grinned at the sight. He deserved this. With a final slash, the man fell limp, gargling before silence filled the bedroom, the man, once alive, now merely an eyeless corpse with a slit throat. With a cling the knife fell to the floor as Shu stood back up from his handiwork, bloodied and stained. (Y/N) shivered in the corner, horrified. Until now, her ‘wedding night punishment’ aside, he’d been lenient with her, he never had a reason to force her to witness just how cruel he could be. That was his mistake; she required this vital reinforcement.

Dread ran down her spine as he slowly turned around, the moonlight illuminating his figure, the overwhelming scent of murder and the gore covering her husband almost made her vomit.

He wondered what she was thinking - perhaps that he truly was a monster. Or, maybe she was acknowledging her blame in all this. Preferably, it was the latter. In the end, though, her thoughts were meaningless. Either way, he was the only person who’d matter in her life.

His slender fingers unfastened his shirt with ease, staring dead into her eyes. “Undress.” “What?” She croaked, trying not to gag, troubled by what she was forced to observe. The look he gave her let her know there’d be no repetition. With trembling hands, she undressed, swallowing shallowly to keep herself from panicking. Everything about this situation was so fucked up and never in her wildest nightmares did (Y/N) think this is what her life would come to. Married to a monstrous man who valued no life. But she relied on him and him alone, and as much as hatred swirled within her (e/c) eyes as did the slow descent of her sanity, the way she’d cling to him proved that she was apprehending there was no life outside of him. Not anymore.

For better or for worse.

She snivelled, her dress falling to the ground. Humiliated, disgusted but unable to refuse him, she resigned. She aspired to fight but her instincts refuted any thoughts of aggression from her mind; one wrong word, one wrong move and he could so simply discard her life. “Since you’re such a filthy, worthless whore,” He spat, his midnight blue hues dark and uncanny as he watched her, posture towering over her, “I need to remind you that you’re my whore.” Shaky fingers undid the bra around her chest, freeing her breasts as she quivered over to him, preparing herself for the carnage that would befall her, knowing this would be another painful night. His degradation made her flinch. She had to swallow the venomous words of defence building in her lungs. Shu despised it when she tried to stand up for herself, once he convinced himself of something it was final. His silence was so much worse than when he raised his voice, it spoke a thousand words. “Get down. On your knees.” She did, reluctantly, kneeling before her husband, quivering. His shirt loosely hung from his torso as he unbuckled his trousers, releasing his softened cock. “Suck.” (Y/N) stared up at him with a look that begged for mercy - mercy that was non-existent in him. With tears welling in her eyes, (Y/N)’s lips wrapped around Shu’s thick cock, the salty flavour, now a familiar taste, coating her lips with his precum. Her eyes were trained on him, terrified that her eyes would fall upon the corpse in the room if she looked anywhere else, much to Shu’s contentment. He finally had the attention from his wife he desired; all he had to do was kill a worthless waste of space to achieve it. Once he was satisfied, his cum dripping from her chin, he roughly pulled her up by the hair, turning her head to see the corpse. “He wouldn’t be dead if it wasn’t for you,” he admonished darkly, his whispers filling her mind with remorse, shoving her naked form onto her hands and knees, arms in the warm puddle of metallic blood. She gagged and wept quietly, shaking her head and closing her eyes hoping she’d wake from this unending torture.

He wondered how far her sanity was from shattering.

Shu leaned down and grabbed ahold of her throat, squatting beside her, lifting her head up to give him better accessed to her neck, now bruised and cut from weeks of his relentless abuse. She was the most beautiful wreck. His fangs dug deep into her skin, blood pouring from the punctures in her neck, feeding him. He swallowed her essence, devouring her as retribution for her transgression. “We’re only getting started, you useless, dirty slut.” he muttered, crimson dripping from his lips as he thrust inside her unprepared cunt, uncaring whether it hurt.

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Ferocity surged through Shu’s bones as he stormed across Sakamaki Manor, his face betraying none of the feverish emotions dwelling beneath the surface. He was infuriated. Ravenous; not out of genuine starvation but, rather, out of bitterness. He never handled emotions well; he rammed them down, bottled them in the mundane dullness of his existence and deep-rooted depression.

But (Y/N) changed him.

She did something, created a hole in that metaphorical bottle of feelings, and ever since they’ve seeped through him. It frustrated him because it was something he could no longer control.

Reiji’s criticisms were numerous and mostly disregarded by Shu. What his brother thought of him was inconsequential; but ever since his marriage, his father’s been on his ass far more than Shu would like; meddling in Shu’s life. He held no care for his future ‘responsibilities’, only thankful for his status as Karlheinz’s heir for a sole reason - his marriage to (Y/N). Everything else, to Shu, was undividedly insignificant.

His selfishness wasn’t as outward as, say, Ayato’s; it was tucked beneath disinterest, but he loathed the idea of allowing any strangers to gaze upon his wife’s visage; his father was demanding for them to attend a soiree a few weeks from now, much to Shu’s dismay. These past few days he’s allowed (Y/N) around the manor, barely, but he figured she’d have to eventually (much to his own caution). He noticed she was getting too cosy with the arrangement, another reason for his boiling blood. The final strike was when he saw her speaking to Subaru. His youngest half-brother never seemed like a threat, what with all his steadfast aggression; yet (Y/N) seemed to run into the silver-haired vampire too regularly for Shu’s liking. He wouldn’t allow for anything to occur; he’d be no fool as his father was.

Slamming the door to their shared bedroom, (Y/N) gasped at the sudden intrusion, eyes staring up at Shu. “Is...is something wrong?” Shu didn’t speak, glaring as he watched panicked paranoia fill her until she was overbrimming with frightening thoughts. As she fucking should. She’d been more restless around him, as of late; she was avoiding him - which, in his warped mind, was the highest taboo she could commit. She had no authority over herself; he decided everything for her as it should be. If Shu had a healthier mind perhaps he would’ve acknowledged the fact this wrath he felt should not be targeted to her but at his father, but he was not of a sound mind. Everything twisted to be her fault.

He needed to dispel this pent up stress the only way he knew how; through stringent sex. And she would be his victim, as she was almost every night. Flinching, she stood from her seat, attempting to stay brave. “Shu.” Her shattered softness had no effect on him, not tonight; not after a conversation with Karlheinz where he had to bite back all the horrid things he wished to utter because his father could rid of him in an instant should the wrong thing be said. Nevertheless, all those insults and all those centuries’ worth of hatred for the man who gave him life had to go somewhere, and (Y/N) was the unfortunate victim of circumstance.

Women were made to please men. She was made to please him, and sure as hell she’d put her pathetic inferior body to good use by making him feel sated, after which he’d keep her in his room all over again, refusing to let her out of his sight. The concept of showing her off to snobby vampire nobles infused him with fiery rage, she was made for him, to be seen and touched only by him. The only way he would attend that boring ball with her would be with her neck adorned with his passionate bruises and a collar with his name, screaming to the world that she belonged to him.

Revulsion pervaded at the notion of anyone else watching her with lustful eyes. That was a role reserved for him; the one and only man able to fuck her body as he willed it.

Shu was scarcely gentle, but nights like these - when something truly irritated him - when he was insatiable with his violence, he threw her around like a worthless rag doll for his entertainment, he hit and slammed and bit her until her bones cracked and (s/c) skin turned purple. In his state of paranoid hostility, he failed to understand the reason behind the agitation on her face, the way she took two small steps back. This wasn’t her typical fear of him for she’d started to become accustomed to the abuse; there was no running from it, only minimising it. The flame inside her that died revieved. She wasn’t going to let him harm her tonight. . Because it wasn’t just her he’d be hurting.

With broad steps he made his way over to her, planning on grabbing her face and forcibly kissing her when she ducked and moved out of his grasp, squeezing herself against the wall as though praying to morph into the wallpaper and phase through the wall into safety. “(Y/N). What have I told you? You belong to me. Every part of you is mine to do with as I fucking please. You don’t get to evade me, leave me, or even breathe unless I give you permission to, you worthless fucking failure of a wife,” his voice elevated, the wrath poisoning her blood as she tried to keep steady, determined not to let him touch her. “N-no!” She hissed, eyes glassy, “No, Shu. Not now. Not like this, I’m...I can’t!” Saying no to him after the trauma he inflicted upon her took all the strength she could muster - maybe at that moment, it occurred to her how much of herself she’d lost since meeting Shu. “No?” He laughed, but the sound was anything but comforting; it was a sinister laugh, “and I thought you were doing good.” She whimpered but kept her ground, heart beating in her chest, “I said no.” she repeated, fear increasing by the second. “Well that’s too bad, slut,” He grimly muttered, “Because that’s never been your decision to make.”

He was done with these games. His patience disappeared into nothingness as he stormed over, ready to beat her into submission if he fucking had to, he rose his hand against her, ready to strike her until she was bloodied and begging for his forgiveness only to freeze mid-air as she screeched and lowered her head, messy strands of (h/c) hair concealing her face and arms resting protectively over her abdomen.

With battered breath, she braced herself for a hit that never came, tears freely flowing down her face as she sobbed unabashedly.

Prolonged moments passed them by, neither sure what to do or say. She trembled in front of him, still clenching at her stomach, terrified of the potential of her baby getting injured by his blows. Shu wasn’t sure how to react. His arm didn’t move, stuck held in position until he pulled it back down, relieved, for once, that he hadn’t hit her. And then he smiled - this time it was a genuine smile - soon replaced by a smirk and then furrowed eyebrows. He was going to be a father. He was going to be a father. The words rang through his ears like a bell, drowning out his anger and the frustration he held for his father, Reiji and her seeming closeness to Subaru. That anger was instead replaced with a recognition she thought he would harm his own child. “You’re pregnant.” It was a statement. She shamefully nodded, head down. “Look at me.” She didn’t. Shu sighed and grabbed her chin, forcing her head up to stare into his eyes, coloured with a myriad of feelings all mixing and conflicting, “I said look at me.” She was shaking more than usual like a bunny about to be devoured by a fox. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Tears ran wildly down her cheeks. Shu was a volatile creature, one wrong word could so easily set him off; “I...wasn’t sure how you’d react.” His gaze fell onto her stomach. Her womb - which held his child. But the fact she thought he would let any harm befall their baby left a sour, enraged taste in his mouth. “You’re my wife.” He snapped, his grip on her chin bruising, “You’re supposed to keep no secrets from me.” “I know, I’m sorry-” “Show me.” “What?” His grip relaxed, hand falling to the side as he sat on the bed. “Prove you’re sorry.” He knew, now, that he couldn’t be as violent as he was; for the good of their unborn child. After all these weeks of trying to impregnate her, it finally came to pass. He wondered for a moment how long she’s been pregnant - and, bitterly, how long she’s known. Nevertheless, this was a moment to be celebrated; and he would, by fucking his wife until he was content, knowing that they now had a good reason to attend his father’s soiree. He still detested the idea of others staring at her, but that jealousy would be fed by the satisfaction of getting to announce her pregnancy to their world. The ultimate claim he could place upon her; she was bearing his child - if her body hadn’t belonged to him before, it did now. Everyone would know that she was irrefutably his - carrying his heir in her womb. That eased most of his anxieties in the midst of his abrupt euphoria.

(Y/N) hesitated, hands still clinging to her belly before easing, her hands undressing the clothing adorning her newly pregnant figure, shaken up. Her eyes didn’t meet his, and the reluctance in her movement was evident, but for once he ignored them; the bliss of fatherhood was calming his mind whilst causing a tempest all the same; the thought he’d do something to endanger his family burned and he was resolved to prove to her he could be compassionate. His eyes were stern yet held a glint of tenderness - a softness (Y/N) hadn’t seen in him yet. Despite finding her thinking he’d injure their baby offensive, he welcomed her eagerness to defend the life growing inside her - a profound instinct for a mother to have. A good mother would do what his mother couldn’t accomplish; what none of the mothers could succeed in; protecting one’s child. His family was a ruinous mess from the start, which was why he found solace in the prospect she already adored and nurtured the seed. It was comforting.

As she stripped in front of him he imagined her breasts swelling with breastmilk over the coming months, her body preparing itself for the tedious perils of vampiric motherhood. Her stomach would curve so perfectly as their infant developed and he couldn’t wait to feel the sensitive kicks when it was closer to her due date. He’d have to enquire about everything she knew concerning the pregnancy later, but for now, he wished to experience this fleeting moment to its fullest. He’d punish her in other ways for keeping this vital intel from him.

Knowing that fighting back wasn’t an option, (Y/N) surrendered to his will, with delicate steps she sauntered over to her husband, whose strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap as his lips pressed down on her ever-wounded neck, kissing the puncture scars of his previous assaults.

“Never keep something so important from me again.”

Her full obedience was delightful. The baby, he realised, was the perfect way of making her docile, willing. If it made her like this now, he was envisioning how she’d be after the birth; he would be a good father, he assured himself. He had to be. He wouldn’t be like Karlheinz - he would actually care about his offspring. She gasped as he left butterfly kisses down her neck, pulling her as close to his body as possible. He wanted to connect with her like he hadn’t before. His fangs bit into her neck leaving another bruised mark as he drank from her, eyes closed in his bliss. He was finally getting what he wanted, all the hard work and effort he put into claiming (Y/N) and forming the idyllic family would come true. Streaks of blood fell down her neck as he pulled away and licked over his lips, eyes half-lidded as she stared up at him in apprehensive fear, shuddering when he grabbed her hips, unaware of the cuts his grip painstakingly left on her flesh.

His cock was achingly erect, the pent-up tension made him desperate to seek out relief but the thought of his wife’s body warping into something entirely his own in every possible way set his loins aflame with passion. He needed to be inside her now and was going to fuck her until the sunrise until her legs were weak and she couldn’t stand. He was going to show his wife his happiness by lovemaking. The word - lovemaking - was one he previously mocked but now, being a married man and soon-to-be father, he understood the true connotations of the phrase. (Y/N) made him weak. But it was the kind of weakness he’d always craved, deep within himself. The kind of weakness he always wanted to experience. The weakness of family. Of love. He ignored how uncomfortable she seemed against his lap, how her eyes divulged she wanted to be anywhere but here. His hands slide down her body, groans coming from his lips as he breathed in her scent.

He’d worried that once she got pregnant she’d despise it, but to his relief, it was the opposite; she loved their child already - she wouldn’t have defended it so foolishly otherwise. Shu told himself he would be gentle and he would fulfil that promise to himself but that didn’t quell the frustration of her standing up to him. She was passive now, but punishment was still required. He was a good husband. He provided for her - she had no reason for acting out or for daring to think he’d harm their family. His hands travelled down to her stomach, still too flat for his liking but he rested in the comfort of knowing he’d get to fuck her with her pregnant belly to his satisfaction in only a handful of weeks. His cock twitched at the thought. She whimpered as his hands wrapped around her thighs and his nails embedded into her skin, “You’re a terrible wife,” He whispered to her, making her flinch, “Thinking I would ever lay my hand on you whilst pregnant.” (Y/N) looked like she was about to refute the claim, words forming on the tip of her tongue - you were about to - but before the syllables slipped past her teeth she bit her tongue. She knew better. He took her smaller hand in his and guided her towards his cock, wrapping the smaller palm around himself as he groaned, “You’re my wife.” he reminded for the nth time since their wedding night, never letting her forget, “You do what I tell you to,” He breathed out, making her please him, “You exist to satisfy me. To revere me.” The misogynistic jeers came naturally to him, “To take my cock like the good little slut you are. To give me children,” he rubbed her abdomen. “I won’t accept you questioning my authority.” He spread her thighs apart as her hand pumped his cock, pitifully attempting to hold back the tears welling in her lustrous eyes. How many tears had she wept since her kidnapping? In her mind; too many. In Shu’s mind; not nearly enough. He thrived knowing only he could turn her into this obedient mess of sobs. She was his woman; it was that simple and he had every right to do anything he wanted to her; be that praise or degrade her, hurt or love her; it was his choice to make. Lifting her hips as she pulled her hands back, Shu lowered her onto him, filling her cunt with his member, the tightness making it difficult to lower her body over himself completely. She cried harder, muttering in pain as her dry walls were penetrated by his impressive size; one would think her body would get used to the feeling, but every time he raped her she was in the same hell over again.

It did hurt less when she didn’t struggle against it. She cried as he moaned, loud and unabashed, completely bottomed out inside her but unmoving as he stared at her expectantly. “Go on,” she froze, tears blurring her vision, hands covering her stomach. “S-Shu-” “Ride me, you filthy, useless whore.” His tone was tranquil but dangerous, one hand on her hip loosely holding her to him and the other wrapping over her neck, “I told you to prove you were sorry.” With a defeated wail she stiffly rolled her hips to get accustomed to the feeling of his cock inside her, much too slow for Shu’s liking so he bucked his hips, making her jump and squeal out, a sharp ache shooting through her spine. “You mean nothing to me,” you mean everything to me, “So make yourself serviceable. Show me how you’re sorry.” (Y/N) moved her hips up before lowering herself onto his dick once, twice, thrice until she set a steady pace, walls clenching tortuously around him. Every movement was agony but in its own way it was a familiar type of torment; one she was becoming used to. The hand perilously hovering over her throat pulled back and traversed down to her stomach, stroking it with pride. She was going to fulfil her wifely duties by giving him an heir he so longed for; a child of his own.

He wouldn’t make the same mistakes his father made. This family he created for himself was better, superior and loving.

He made it apparent he was determined to do none of the work; pleasing him was her duty despite the humiliation present on her face as she was forced to fuck herself on his dick, stomach exposed as he grabbed at it, reminding her of the future that was to come. The future she could never escape now that there was a child involved. Any attempts at running away after the baby would mean she’d have to abandon the child, something that he would use against her if need be; after all, what sort of mother would abandon her child to a so-called ‘monster’ of a father? Despair flooded her, the sensation of his thick member hitting her cervix unignorable; agonising. Her body clenched around him, bringing him bliss as she held tightly onto him. “Faster,” He demanded, refusing to move a muscle. Mournfully, she increased her pace despite her aching thighs, her hands pressed against his chest to stabilise herself, her body producing slick to lubricate the painful intercourse and make it easier on her. Her breasts bounced in the dim light as the sound of skin-on-skin surrounded them, ensuring she couldn’t even dissociate to any mental happy place - he wanted her actively here, physically and emotionally until the concept of leaving him in any sense - dissociation included - was the furthest thing from her mind.

“Fuck,” he growled, scratching her naked hip with how tightly he held onto her, his other hand kneading her stomach uncomfortably, getting himself off on the notion of her pregnancy. This was everything he ever wanted and he was going to relish this; the thought of a warm family was one that made him feverish, sweat piling on his forehead as her cunt excitedly welcomed him inside. It still wasn’t fast enough so he grabbed onto her waist, “You’re such a waste of space you can’t even ride me properly,” he smirked, feeling her tighten at the cruel remark; she enjoyed his rough words, his degradation - and even if she didn’t, she would learn to. Shu already believed he knew her body better than she knew it.

With a dull expression on his face, Shu bounced her on his dick at speeds a mortal man could never hope to achieve until he engraved her pussy with his shape and she could never fantasise about being fucked by anyone else but him again, his possessive instincts exultant he managed to impregnate her.

All the things he never had he would gain through this marriage; this pregnancy. “You’re fucking mine,” he moaned out, his tip slamming into her cervix, surely bound to bruise it and make her ache for days on end, “Mine, mine-” another moan cut off his words, “Mine.” He watched her through lidded eyes, her hair dishevelled from his treatment and stomach nude, breasts not yet filled with milk but slightly swollen; the early signs of a pregnant woman; the female body at its prime, what it was made for. “You’re my personal slut,” she mewled as he slammed into her g-spot mercilessly, “To fuck just like this, to breed and use how I see fit.” Their fucking was humiliating, each time (Y/N) felt she couldn’t feel any lower he outdid himself by destroying her hopes even further. This baby inside her ruined the last trace of individuality she clung to aside from her role as Shu’s wife.

Her clit remained untouched, the cold air being her sole stimulation; whenever she tried to touch herself he shoved her hand away, retorting how as his wife and cumslut his cock alone should be enough to satisfy her. Her tears aroused him, bringing him to the edge, thrusting messily as their fluids mixed and dripped from her thighs, his cum filling her entirely, leaving no corner of her womb untainted. His pace didn’t decrease through his orgasm, and it was only a minute later that he started slowing down, pulling out of her despite his cock standing taller than ever, libido still going strong. Shu’s eyes stared at the cum falling from her cunt, white and thick as it fell to the bed, and the ground, staining them both. Grabbing her chin he smiled, parting her lips open before spitting in her mouth, “Swallow.” (Y/N) did, almost gagging, body spent and stirred. “Good woman,” his hands laid on her belly, “Our child needs this,” the statement widened her eyes in confusion, “I-” Before she could question it, he brought his wrist to his fangs and cut a slit of flesh soon stained crimson as blood poured from the wound. She gasped, breathless as he brought it to her face, “Drink.” “No, No I can’t, I can’t I-” “Drink.” (Y/N) choked at the odour, memories flashing back to the night he fucked her in front of the corpse of the poor servant boy, trauma arising. How much torment would this man make her go through? Closing her eyes she trembled, small, bruised hands wrapping around his larger arm and bringing his forearm to her lips, trying not to retch. She gave a kitten lick, the red staining her sensitive tongue, body seizing in an attempt to refute his order. Remembering that her child was at stake she persevered. She gave another lick, then another, until her mouth latched onto the cut, sucking out the crimson directly from the source, the taste embedding itself into her psyche. The furrow of her brows showed she wanted to be angry at him for forcing his blood down her throat but even she knew that he was right; the seed planted inside her wasn’t human. It required monstrous nutrients only her husband could provide, and the fear of what her child would grow to be like filled her mind.

Eventually, he pulled his arm away and kissed her, tongue devouring the leftover blood that dripped from both their mouths. “We’re not done yet,” with surprising softness, he pushed her down onto the ground, “You still need to show me how sorry you are,” He reminded, his cock erect and ready for more.

As she sat on the ground, cum dripping from her pussy, the last shred of resistance died in her eyes. There was no escape.

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Four moons passed them by, seasons slowly changing and with them, (Y/N)’s body. Her shape morphed into something exquisite, form taking on its role as a mother, housing Shu’s child within. In their shared bed the mother of his child laid with him, his arms securely wrapped around her, protective and hopeful.

Insomnia held Shu in its grasp, laying with his palms on her growing stomach, inhaling her scent. At the end of the day, she was his wife and he knew he could not deny to himself the love he felt for her. Partially, he was aware of his own cruelty, but he was too far gone to change. She was learning to love him day by day, though, so he couldn’t be too bad. Everything he wanted was in his embrace; his woman to keep his bed warm, to take care of his urges, to love him and a baby in her womb. As it should be.

The kick was hard to miss, putting his thoughts on pause. He pressed his hand deeper into her stomach, if his heart beat like hers it would be palpitating. There it was. The unmistakable sensation of his child making its presence known, its way of announcing its existence. Subtle, but he swore he felt it. This was all he strove to obtain. All that he ever told himself he needed to make him happy. And he was - he wanted to be.

So why, as his consciousness slipped away into slumber, did the worrying thought of “I don’t want this” threaten to echo in his mind? Worry permeated as he felt his eyelids falling heavy.

What if he was just like Karlheinz?

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Will you write a Yandere azure lion x fem reader please?😃

Yees :3

I’ll be real I had a bit more of field day on this one making the reader fight back :3

YANDERE AZURE LION X FEM!READER

(TW/CWs — bad ending, reader stabs Azure in the eye, brief detailed gore, reader doesn’t reciprocate)

All was quite well in the brotherhood, banquets each night, lighthearted stories from Wukong of his endeavors in the celestial realm… it was quite nice.

Being the only woman in the brotherhood was actually a bit funny, especially when fighting. Enemies would just assume you couldn’t fight because of the sheer fact you’re a woman, and then you end up kicking their asses proper.

It was another night sat around the table, you were sat between Macaque and YellowTusk. Wukong was telling one of his stories once more, one you’ve heard dozens of times. Even if the amount of times you heard it was likely in the triple-digits, it was still enjoyable. Though you couldn’t help but zone out.

You’ve been recalling how odd Azure Lion has been acting lately.

You’d catch him staring, and he’d always turn his head away quickly.

It got to the point where tonight you made a mental note to confront him of it. Eventually dinner passed, everyone was doing their own things.

You made your way to Azure, tapping his arm. He fur on his arm immediately stood on end, head whipping around to look at you. “Oh— [Y/N]! My apologies, I didn’t see you..” he said with the underlying tremor of nervousness in his voice, ears flattening with embarrassment. “Azure, could I talk to you in private for a moment? I want to speak with you about something.” You said, not acknowledging his statement. He nodded deftly, following you as you brought him into a nearby clearing in the forest where you could speak with privacy.

“Azure, you’ve been acting odd lately. What’s going on?” You asked, crossing your arms and tucking them close to your chest. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you are talking about..” Azure would say with avoidance, playing dumb and averting his gaze.

“Don’t act so coy. You know what I’m talking about. Especially earlier… you keep looking at me strangely and you get all weird when I talk to you. What is your deal?” It’s obvious that Azure did not expect to be confronted about this at all.

His shoulders were tense and he let out a little sigh, deciding to get it over with and say what he wanted to say for the longest time.

“It’s because I.. [Y/N], I think I love you.”

There was a long silence passing by the two of you.. you truly didn’t know what to say… you’d have to let him down softly; you didn’t feel the same way.

“I’m sorry Azure but.. I really don’t feel the same way. I hope we can stay friends..?”

Azure’s ears flattened.. but instead of understanding his face twisted with anger; his muzzle wrinkling in anger at your rejection, no matter how kindly you had rejected him.

“You dare defy me..?! If you won’t accept my confession willingly, I’ll make you accept it by force.”

Azure tried to reach out and grab you, to which you acted quickly by pulling out a knife you smuggled form the dinner; plunging it deep into his eye.

Azure howled in agony as you twisted and dug the knife into his eye. You ripped it out with force. Azure stumbled back, nursing his now severely injure eye as blood and vitreous humor pouring down his face.

Eventually you got ahold of yourself, snapping out of your shock… you turned on your heels and dashed quickly into the forest, never to be seen again by the brotherhood, or anyone for that matter.

Yet Azure kept nursing his now destroyed eye, staring off in the direction you ran… he didn’t chase after you. It was futile anywho; you were one of the swiftest of them that is… he deeply regretted everything. He regretted lashing out and trying to grab you; scaring you so bad.

“I’m sorry [Y/N]. I’ll find you eventually, my dear.”

#x reader #ask box #writing requests #lmk #lmk azure lion #azure lion x reader

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emypony · 7 months

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come grab your freshly off the grill cooked ship!

This time featuring the 'arts and crafts project' because Felis is glue here, otherwise the rest would fall apart.

FOR THE RECORD this is if all three Hua's here were individual entities separate from each other

I'll put my unhinged mentally unwell takes down below for your enjoyment <3

ill try to. help make sense of their personalities and thoughts on the others. Felis: basically her usual self, though maybe a bit toned down with her antics (I say toned down as if I ever elaborated on what she's like lol)

treasures Hua the most, best friends and partners, tries to get Hua to be less stiff and enjoy life but also is scared to lose her

admires Phoenix and gets along with her really well

thinks AE is kinda scary because she's a celestial but there's something alluring about such a powerful entity being so mysterious and 'cold' (girl cant help getting a crush tho)

Hua: soldier, shy, unsure of herself, basically her moths era (NOT her Elysian Realm SIM!)

got attached to Felis because she is a source of comfort and feels like 'home', likes having someone to come to after her missions

Phoenix's happy and relaxed attitude is calming in contrast to her life but her and Felis can get a bit overwhelming when together, she appreciates her though even if they're not that close

AE is very scary and she tries to keep away from her, feels like AE doesn't approve of her for whatever reason and glares at her sometimes (it's just the AE resting bitchface she gives to everyone by accident but holds no malice)

Phoenix / Jingwei: deity, thinks humans r funny, clever and wondrous and loves them dearly

Felis's happy attitude resonates with her and she may have gotten a little crush on her because of that as well, but she can keep herself in check if her feelings aren't reciprocated

thinks Hua is a cute little birdie that she wants to protect bc shes so precious

longtime friends with Azure Empyrea and they have a weird but mutual friendship (and maybe more...? unspoken feelings towards each other that they never address but are both sort of 'Aware Of' since Phoenix is the one who calms down AE if she's being unreasonable OR the first person AE goes to if she's feeling down / feels negative emotions)

Azure Empyrea: cold, calculating, has an eerie calm attitude but can be scary if she gets angry, stern and firm in her ways but can be persuaded (see: Phoenix) to compromise. means well but doesn't know how to show it

finds Felis intriguing because of her nature, also catches her sometimes glancing at her or following her around, can't sense any malice from her so aside from being a little annoyance at first, she warmed up to her presence (and she keeps Phoenix happy whenever she can't partake in whatever silly human thing she wants to play / do)

sees Jingwei as an equal, cares more about her than she lets on but doesn't want to tie her down to someone like her, still appreciates the fact that Phoenix spends time with her and tries to be the bridge between her and humans

her feelings towards Hua are complicated and she usually keeps her distance because she can sense the fear coming off her. however Hua reminds her of her past self(?start of her journey as a celestial deity), unsure and without a place in the world and she feels the need to be there or give advice (if ever asked), doesn't hold any hostility towards her but something about her own expression (? too dumb to figure out) scares Hua and she doesn't understand why

I have a so many more snippets to share...if you will ;3

#hi3 #honkai impact #honkai #fu hua #pardofelis #azure empyrea #phoenix #jingwei #HOW MANY MORE NAMES DO THESE HAVE BETWEEN THEM!#also felis is the glue because could you REALLY see these 3 get into a willing polycule?#maybe phoenix could work it out but shes too out of touch thursday for that #i dont even know what to call this ship #well #looks good enough xD #pardohua #i am eagerly awaiting for peer review

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hellishradio · 1 month

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🖋️ Rave club , bro would die tbh

# ALASTOR AT A . . RAVE?

no pairing — just a silly oneshot of just alastor being annoyed at a rave — features the appearance of a certain cursed cat — not proofread — 1.3k words — may appear ooc

✶ UNDER THE CUT !

sorry this took so long, anon! i was initially gonna write around 500 words but i got carried away and ended up adding on and on .. i did try to not go overboard though! i also wrote him in an actual rave than a rave club because i thought it'd be more fun hehe

please read it lightly, i did not proof read and kind of wrote everything quickly in one sitting, may appear a bit rushed :')

notice for those who don't know this account: this is not a writing account but an askblog, this oneshot is something i wrote for an event!

Sounds of loud bustling echoed within the bright neon premises that displayed in front. Hues of bloody red and witching purples shining diagonally in the velvet skies of Hell. Dangling charms could be heard when the performer ( a certain pink succubus ) danced around the stage as the microphone magnified the jewel's volume. She swayed in a circular rhythm, and the crowd sang her name louder with every syllable in her song.

Though everything was muffled for the certain radio demon in the area. Which was rather fortunate, any more of this sensual-smooth-pop nonsense would've given him a headache for eternity. The rave was large, open, and most conspicuously and most tragically– at the same time– filled with sinners that had nothing better to do than to get blackout drunk at a party. Also known as: the simplest forms of stupidity, one of many characteristics that Alastor hated the most.

Though his duties as a co-hotelier gave him no choice but to stay, Charlie has personally requested– No– Begged for him to assist and protect the staff and residents at the neon-lit massacre. Though now it felt more like babysitting than assisting. How long has he been internally cursing this hellscape? Long enough to the point where everyone else had ran some other way, even Husk who had been twitching his eyes beside the man had left.

The sunset-colored radiance rearranged itself into a vibrating azure spotlight, and all at once the stage fire flickered on command. Even the farmost backside of the party was huddled with feral sinners, triggering even more heavy exhales out of the demon’s mouth. Alastor stood amidst it all, his features shrouded in dim glows, emotionally detached from the lively atmosphere the rave provided. Melodies intruding his bones rather than a source of enjoyment, with air getting thicker with the scent of sweat and alcohol, mingling with the plastic tang of artificial smoke. Airs of Hell were not pleasant as it was, but this almost felt assaulting. A part of him wanted to wipe the horde clean, but he reasoned that that would bring the hotel a bad name if word ever got out.

Couldn't he just leave as well? Though then he'd have to endure the princess’ long talk about how she's sorry for taking him to a place where he didn't want to go. A long sigh of breath left his lips as he straightened his bowtie, his eyes blinking in slow motion. First things first, find the location of everyone, then maybe he can just watch from afar. Ah, right, Charlie had said something about going to the frontal row of the sector with her sweetheart. Well that's one chore taken off his list. How ironic it was, how he went from being a serial killer who took lives to someone who’s supposedly “protecting” others.

A loud ring of the speakers clang against his ears, his ears instinctively twitching in response. His ultimate reaction being that he should simply get this over with as soon as possible. Now to find the roset spider, perhaps it'll be easier to find if he went somewhere up higher.

With an intention, Alastor’s physique morphed into the shadows, his vision blurring in a familiar motion. He traveled from silhouette to silhouette until he found himself on top of the metal bars of the podium where no one could spot him. He had the full view of the rave, from the portion of the horde passing out to the mindless drunkards at the bar. Neon streaks painted unique patterns across the skies, casting eerie shadows which danced in sync with the music which only deepened his sense of irritation.

He eyed the bar which had been stationed on the east coast of the party until he spotted the known pornstar and the hotel's overworked bartender. Ah, was that the snake beside them as well? Great! Now to find Niffty.

His vision outlined the entire premise, but to no sighting of the rouge-haired cyclops. Though it already would have been impossible to notice her petite form amongst all these sinners. Alastor's eyes spasmed at just the thought of going down there again. But alas, it couldn't be helped. He distorted back into shadow until he returned to the first-POV scene of the gathering.

Alastor turned his heels to take a step until an imp with white on their left eye shoved against him, Alastor's eyebrows frowning in pure annoyance. He didn't have the time nor the space in his psyche to deal with any no-lifes, his temper was thinning. His glare illuminated a shade of threatening red.

The imp squared up in an attitude, “ Hey! What you lookin’ down at, red bastard-” Alastor was only a second away from ending the poor individual’s life until a different imp with white freckles swiftly covered the blunt man's mouth.

“ Moxxie! This freak clearly bumped into me- ”

“ Sir! That- That's the radio demon! ” The smaller imp whispered against the ear of another.

“ The who? Doesn't matter, I'm gonna kill this old bitch- ”

The white freckled hellborn shoved the other aside before he could finish his sentence.

“ Ahaha.. Sorry. Erm.. Radio Demon. Sir. He’s just- haven't had his medication yet! ” He grasped his hands together in apology, his expression hinting a face of fear and desperacy. Before Alastor could say a word of warning, his sight landed on a little red haired creature running below the masses.

“ Oh don't worry my gentlemen! Now if you'll excuse me, I am quite occupied, haha. ” Alastor then speed walked in the direction the figure followed, leaving the two imps who were now yelling at each other over the identity of the cannibalistic overlord.

At the end of his step, he found a certain red furred.. cat? Huh, why is it wearing a monocle? Alastor narrowed his eyes, it seems that mistakes become more common for him in such an environment. Oh doesn't matter, he still needed to find the mini cyclops. Wait- what time is it? The flashing lights and extreme volumes of music were interfering with his sense of time and space. What is this, some sort of horrid after-effect of being part deer? He hadn’t even noticed how his audio went numb from an overload of pounding electric basses. How idiotic.

“...—tor! — Alastor! Where are you— ” A familiar voice called his name from behind, he snapped his neck behind to be faced with the blonde-belle. “ There you are, we were all looking for you! ” Charlie exclaimed with a smile, the other members of the staff following up behind her.

Angel Dust added on, “ Smiles, where were ya? We thought ya’d be off in some dark corner being all creep n’ shit! You were in the middle the whole time? Didn't see you as the type to enjoy this typa thing! ”

Alastor’s smile twitched in displeasure, though his usual expression remained unfaded, “ Sorry my folks, perhaps I’ve lost myself in the blinding lights, haha! Will we be leaving now, dears? ”

“ Leave? We just got here not even an hour ago, toots! Princess here earned us a VIP spot right in front of the stage with her blue-blood title, and she didn't want ya to wonder all by yerself! ” The pink arachnida swayed his hips with a smug grin, all arms handled on his waist.

“ Wait-! You don't have to stay if you're uncomfortable, Al! Don't force yourself. ” Gentle words of affirmation from Charlie registered into Alastor's ears like sounds of claws gnawing on a chalkboard. Was she pitying him? Now he quite had no choice but to stay at this place worse than the lowest levels of Hell, at least if he didn't want the others to condolence his state of disturbance and annoyance.

“ Haha! It's nothing I can't handle, sweetheart! Now shall we get going? ” The overlord gritted a smile, emitting an ominous laid-back word. When in reality, Alastor had never cussed something so much in his life and afterlife.

hopefully that was readable in the slightest haha, i've never wrote something like this before! i haven't also written something more than 300 words in a few months so i've rusted 😔

🖊 — writing reqsㅤ|ㅤcheck out the event!ㅤ|ㅤ100f event

#alastor #hazbin #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbinhotel #alastor fanfiction #alastor fanfic #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfic #alastor oneshot #hazbin hotel oneshot #hellishradio!100event #hellishradio!oneshots

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galderthefuzzy · 6 months

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The Cryomancer

I had the pleasure to work on this piece for the winner of the 14k Giveaway, Selanna. Congratulations! The character was quite exciting to depict - having a draenei battlemage cryomancer to work with was something new and enjoyable. I hope you like the final result!

Here is a background story for Cyana, provided by Selanna.

Cyana was born on Draenor, in a village called Embaari. Her mother is a tailor and her father a Talbuk rancher. She was a very shy a quiet child, having trouble to go to others, she started to think she was worthless. She sacrificed her happiness so other would be happy. It made her cry but that's how she grew up.

Some day she started to get interested in magic and more specifically the school of ice. Despite Draenei having a culture tied the arcane for millennials, they lost a bit of their trust in this magic after her people felt for power on Argus 25000 years ago.

Years of being introverted made Cyana think she wasn't welcome amongst her people.

When the burning legion struck Draenor, she hid in Zangar with her parents and other refugees until they flew from that world with the Exodar.

Due to a sabotage, the ship crashed on Azure mist. Luckily, she and her family survived, but being completely disoriented by everything that happen, she ran away from her people, finding solace with the alliance and more specifically the Kirin'tor who helped her to pursue her learning.

A couple years later, the scourge awakened. Being now an accomplished Cryomancer of the Kirin'tor, she was detached in battles against the undead. She fought well during many battles, but she met a young mage that would change her life.

This was the first battle of that mage. Being worried, Cyana tried to comfort her and stand by her side to watch over her for the upcoming battle. At first it was going well but it was before a Death knight managed to cross the front line and reached the back line. Cyana tried to protect the young mage, but her power sealed away by the death knight, she was powerless. A paladin killed the abomination but it was too late, he had time to stab the young mage, bleeding on the freezing snow.

Cyana crawled to her, cursing herself for all of this. She felt so weak at this moment and kept saying she was sorry. She received a smile and a few last words : "I'll be watching over you. Always".

This is Cyana's biggest failure in her mind. She realized that her power alone wouldn't be able to protect others. What if she can't use them. She decided this had to change. She would pick a weapon and wear an armor, combining it to her spells. She would get in the front line, risking her life so others wouldn't have to do it.

For years after that, she fought fearlessly of death, being convinced she had nothing to lose.

She stand against threats that appeared on Azeroth but without denying principles. She would not take part in the conflict between the horde and the alliance.

When Garrosh opened the timegate to Draenor, Cyana had the chance to see a homeworld once again.

This was as beautiful as it was painful. She swore to not let this Draenor fall like the Outland.

She fought again and again, until she had the lead of a small unit to attack the hellfire citadel in Tanaan Jungle. A big assault went on the citadel. Breaking the gates, they were here to take out the frontline.

The joint effort of every soldier managed to make an opening but the canon were still active, shooting infernal at them. Cyana protected her unit, with all her power and was badly wounded.

She survived and after months to recover, she went back to Dalaran. The burning legion soon came back as well, infiltrating the flying city. Cyana took place as a guard of Dalaran. Her only implication on the field was to infiltrate a camp, turning herself into an Eredar thanks to illusions and artefacts to disguised her aura.

She was proud of what she accomplished and yet she was feeling empty. All those years of casting away her emotions, she was slowly losing her light and her will.

The new conflict between the alliance and the horde didn't help and little by little she got weaker. It's only after she met a lightforged that she found some solace.

She felt in love with her, and after some time, a bound was born between the two Draenei. The lightforged reconciled Cyana with her people and her parents that she didn't see for 12 years.

She almost retired from fight only taking her armor back when the scourge and the creatures of the shadowlands attacked Azeroth. She was affected at the silver tournament in Northrend.

The scenario of her old fight almost repeated itself, a young mage being powerless against an enemy who could resist to her powers. Cyana took the hit, stabbed by a long spear.

This wasn't the end for her though. She had something to live for. She wanted to live. She was saved at the last second and healed in Dalaran.

Since the remaining of the war was taking place in the veil and most of people ignoring what was happening there, Cyana was just wandering on Azure Mist, trying to find a new goal in her life.

Being in love and in a serious relation for years helped her to become more mature. She decided she would help her people now. She started to teach magic to young Draenei and joined as an assistant in the townhall of Azure watch. The city has expended well with time and is now bigger than her home town Embaari.

Instead of protecting people, she now wants to bring light and happiness in their heart without sacrificing her happiness this time. She would still take her weapon if the situation ask for it like when the primalist were rampaging some region.

Cyana aims to be a beacon of hope. She'll guide people who needs her help or advice, she'll give her everything to bring a smile on a crying face. No matter who you are, you deserve a chance if you want one. She will forgive if you truly want to change things. But mostly, she won't let anyone down so they can see the peaceful future she wants to build.

#world of warcraft #gaming #warcraft art #digital art #fantasy #digital #wow #warcraft #digital painting #oc #draenei #mage #female #cryomancer #battlemage #warcraft oc #galder #stylized #stained glass

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 10 months

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BACK WITH ANOTHER KNOX REACTS

Well the last one was just beautiful and enjoyable so ONTO PT 3/EP 13 RIP AND TEAR

THAT DOESNT’ SOUND OMINOUS AT ALL

MAN I’M HAVING SUHCJ AN EXPERIENCE WITH THIS SPECIAL

(lmk s4 special spoilers ahead)

I keep looking at the theme song closely to see if anything changed hglsjfweo;fm

PENG’S LAUGH PLEASEJGSDJD

WHEEZING

WOW PENG IS JUST

FIXATED ON MACAQUE HUH

THIS IS SO FREAKING FUNNY

I’M TELLING YA MAN

THEY JUST THINK A LITTLE TOO MUCH ABOUT MACAQUE AND ARE ALSO SIMILARILY DRAMATIC

…

HEADCANON MACAQUE HUNG OUT WITH PENG AFTER MONKEY KING STARTED TO LEAVE MORE AND AFTER THE MOUNTAIN HE WENT AND LIVED WITH THEM AT CAMEL RIDGE BUT SPICIFICALLY WITH PENG AND THAT’S WHERE HE GOT HIS DRAMATIC FLARE FROM THAT WE SEE IN EP 9 BECASUE THEY ARE ACTUALLY SO SIMILAR

SILLY GOOFY THOUGHTS

THIS SEEMS SO CHILL FOR THE SPECIAL

OH THAT SLIDE INTO THE SHADOW

NICELY DONE

OKAY

OKAY LOOK

DUDE

YOU CAN’T

LOOK ME IN THE EYE

AND TELL ME PENG ISN’T FIXATED ON MACAQUE

“IS THERE ANYTHING WUKONG CAN DO THAT WILL BREAK HIS HOLD OVER YOU” PARDON???

EXCUSE ME???

HELLO??

A WEIRD SORTA JELLY??

YOU WANT MACAQUE TO LOOK UP TO YOU AND NOT WUKONG IS IT?? OR TO WANNA HANG OUT WITH YOU?? HECKING??

I’M TELLING YOU MAN

OO SOME REUSED ANIMATION FOR A SECOND THERE

“You know what Peng, straight up, i have never liked you” PLEASEEEEEE

Look dude i’m just saying, almost every time Peng has opened their mouth it’s been about macaque, keeps bringing him up even tho Azure never really asks about him, and goes straight to fight Macaque during the battle goading him exactly like how Macaque goads Wukong in ep 9 or very similar too it

ITS LIKE

KAY ITS KINDA LIKE

EITHER

JEALOUS, OR WANTS TO BE LIKE AZURE, OH, AZURE HAS MONKEY? I WANT MONKEY TOO, MACAQUE’S THE LEFTOVER ONE, I’M CLEARLY COOLER THAN WUKONG WHY DON’T YOU BE MY BEST FRIEND??? OR HECKING?? I DUNNNO SOMETHING SOMETHING IT SURE IS SOMETHIGN AND I’M STARING AT IT

things i wanna write for

Tang Monk and Wukong’s relationship

Ao Lie and Wukong’s relationship

Azure and Wukong’s relationship

Peng and Macaque’s relationship

OKAY BACK TO IT

SNEAK ATTACK MEIIIIII

Macaque does seem so much softer

AWWW WAIT

“you little brat”

you referring to Mei or Macaque- /j /j /j /j just seems kinda interesting Macaque seems to take after Peng and Wukong seems to take after Azure, like the bigger older friends with their younger fiends they call dibs on in an unhealthy way or something I’M NOT MAKING SENSE BUT ITS SO SPECIFIC

BUT MEI AND MACAQUE TEAMING UP IS SO HEKCING GOOD

PENG IS PRETTY POWERFUL

HEY RUDE

HER GRANDPA’S COOL

WATCH UR MOUTH PENG

OH THEY’RE FIGHTING YELLOW TUSK

THIS IS HOW THEY GET THEIR WEAPONS BACK

SANDY IS THE TALKER YES

COME ON SANDY DO YOUR THING

SCREAMS

NOTHING IS WORHT THAT PRICE

OOP

SAIVING

YELLOW TUSK

WOW HE

REALLY

REALLY WANTS WUKONG DEAD HUH

HIS PAST FAILURE AT GROOMING A HERO

UHUH

WUKONG GETTING UNDER HIS SKIN

I’M CHOKINGDS;LFKMS

THIS IS

PLEASE

RUNNING OVER AND STRIAHGT UP HUGGING HIS MENTOR “NEVER” AND THEN BLEP STICKING HIS TONGUE OUT AT HIM PLEASEL;KMASDFOAWEF

AZURE IS SO STRANGE

HE LITERALLY BASICALLY SHAPED WUKONG TO BE WHAT HE IS MORE OR LESS TO TRY AND GET WHAT HE WANTED, AND NOW HE’S TRYING OT ERASE THAT FAILED PROJECT, BUT SEES MK AS HOW WUKONG WAS BEFORE HE MESSED HIM OVER?? BUT HE THINKS HE’S IN THE RIGHT WITH IT ALL AND ITS WILD

I LOVE MK AND WUKONG SM

THEYRE’ FIGHITN GETHER OH MY GODS

THEY BOTH HAVE CLOUD

LOO KAT THIS

LOOK AT THIS FIGHT SCENE

LOOK AT THIS AMV CONTENT

OOK AT THAT BOSSIBLE TRANSITION

OH WOW HE WAS REALLY COMING IN FOR THE KILL

MONKEY TIME?

NO TINY GUY TIME

OKAY

TEAMWORRRKKK

HEKCIKMNGMSDFN;AWEFMSDKLFSD

LOOK AT THEM GO

TWO LITTLE CHEEKY MONKESY

MK PLEASE

ONE UNCOMFIRMED

OH WOW CALLING WUKONG IMBICILE NOW

WHEEZING

POINTS AND LAUGHS

OH HE CAUGHT THAT

MK AND WUKONG WORKING TOGETHER IS SO GOOD

PLEASEEEE

THE MONKEYS HELPING GATHERING STUFF UP

I’M CRYING

THATS MY CUE

THE WYA THAT LINE WAS DELIVERED

NGL GETTING A LITTLE TIRED

SOMETHIGN BIG AND PREFERABLY REALLY ANNNOYING

THEY’RE SOO GOOD

AZURE UR HILARIOUS

HE’S HAVING SUCH A TIME

OH HELLO

LOOK AT THAT ANIMATION

LOOK AT THAT DESIGN

OH WOW HE JUST GOT BIG

TINY DUDE IS BIG NOW

HE’S BIG NOW

THE HAIR LONGER

WOW LOOK AT THAT POSE

DANG Mk

MK PLS

THE JUST STANDING THERE

THIS ID IS POWERFUL MY GOSH

MONKEY MECHHHHH

OOP

TORN APART EASY

PORRYYYYYYYYYYYYY

HELPNG;LSDKMF;AOWEFM

WHERE’D THE CARBOARD CUTOUT COME FROM

HELP

THEIR SILLY FACES TO DISTRACT HIM MK PLEASE

PORTYYYYY

PORTY LION

THIS IS SO FUN

HELP???

BANANA PEEL??

HELPGL;SDKMA;WE

THAT WAS SUCH A HUGE EXPLOSION

YEAH WHO’D’VE THUNK

OH MEI’S PLAN

LETS GO

SHE’S LEARNIGN

SHE LEARNED THE LESSON FROM SHIFU

SCREAMING

MEI ILY

THIS IS SO GOOD

YEAAAH BOIII

INCREDIBLE

A TEAM IS MEI AND MACAQUE I LOVE THAT

NICE NICE NICE NICE

OOP

OH HECK

WUKONG

THAT’S NOT GOOD

MK BUDDY NO HECK UUUUUUU AZURE

LEAVE HIS TUDI ALLOOOONEE

PLS DUDE HALF OF WHAT HAPPEND TO THE MONKEY IS YOUR FUALT APPARANTLY QUIT BLAMING HIM FOR ALL YOUR POBLEMS LOSER

THERE HE IS STARTING TO SOUND LIKE THE OLD MACAQUE

WUKONG WHACKING HIM AWAY WITH A PUNCH ACTUALLY DEAR GOSH

MK HAVING A HARD TIME

WELP

MONKEY IS SO HCING PWOERFUL HOW WHY?????

EVERYBODY WORRIED ABOUT MK INSTANTLY

OH BOY

hang on tho so like, who wants this part of mk out? like

kay so hear me out, it feels like somebody wants mk to be at his most powerful, so they’re throwing bit by bit at him to get him real powered up and pull this monkey part out of him

season 5 you’re scaring me

OH THE WYA HE SAYS KID THIS TIME

PELASE BE OKAY WITH UR MONKEY PART OF YOURSELF MK

OH WOW

NIMATION REALLY

OH WOW

OH OHOHOHOHGFFS;KA;WWE

OH HOLY WHATBSLD;KF HOLY CRAP WAIT

HOLD UP

ONE

WAIT

ONE SECOND WAIT WAIT ANIMATION??

MONKEY?? HOLD UP??

WELL ARIGHT THEN?? THE EYE?? THE SAME EYE FROM THE SES 3 FINALLY WITH LBD WITH THE YOU CAN’T JUSDGE PEOPLE OFF THEIR WORST TRAITS OR WHATEVER

THE ALMOST SCARY SMILE?? HOLY CRAP MK?? MY LAD???

EXTRA FLOOF

HIS SMILE?? BLASTING CLOSE??

HELLO???

HE TAPPED HIM HE TAPPED HIM WITH HIS TAIL

WHAT IS HE??

WHAT IS MK????

THIS IS LIKE

POWER ON PAR WITH THE JADE EMPEROR????????

MK??????????

MY STUFF

WUKONG CHEERING HIM ON

YEAH WHAT IS HE

HOLY

CRAP

WHAT IS HAPENIGN

WHAT IS MK

WE HAVE’T EVEN SEEN WUKONG PULL SOMETHING LIKE THIS WHAT IS THIS KID??

OKAY

OKAY MK’S ACTUALLY TERRIFYING ME RN

HE SEEMS CRAZED BUT HE’S NOT

LOOK WHAT HE’S DONE TO YOU?

HECK U AZURE

HOLY THAT SMILE?? THIS ALMOST DOESN’T FEEL LIKE MK

OH THERE’S NOTHING MINDLESS BAOUT ME FRIEND

WHAT IS THIS NAIMATOIN

MY GODS

WHAT IS HAPPENING

MONKEY KINGS’S JUST BEING SILLY AND UH

THAT’S

THAT’S NOT GOOD

MK HAS SOME

BUILD UP

OOP

MK HAS SOME BUILD UP

OH WOW HOH

OH MY OSH OGH MY GOS H SHUT UP SHU THUSPDFGABH;IOFWAEBF;OAWNGA;OWIMFLS;ADMFDSFAOIWEHNSALKFMS

SCREAMS

SCREMS SCREMSA

MK HAS SOME BUILD UP MK IS A GIANT WAR FORM MK HAS THE FORM MK SUPER PWOERFUL MK INSANE MK MONKEY MK DOING THE CATCH SWORD WITH FOREHEAD THING MONKEY KING DOES HE DOESN’T EVEN BOTEHR TO BLOCK IT BACK THE FRICK UP HOLY CRAP II’M CONVINCED WUKONG DOESN’T HAVE THE POWER HE USED TO BECAUSE MK IS HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP

THERE IT IS

WE’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT A WAR FORM FOR HIM FOR SO LONG AND HE ACTUALLY HJAS IT???

AZURE BUD YOU’RE SCREWED

WHAT IS THIS KID??

HOLY WHAT THE CRAP

YOU PUT UR HAND IN THE MONKEY CAGE AND EXPECT TO GET BIT S O N

I THINK

MK HAS A LOT OF PENT UP FEELINGS

MK IS JUST USING

HIS HEAD

MK ARE YOU OKAY

YOU’RE KINDA

WAILING ON THIS GUY

OOP

THAT’S NOT GOOD

THE UNIVERSE IS GETTING BUSTED

FIGHTS OVER GENTS

MIGHT WANNA GO CHECK ON THAT

WHO’S DEALING WITHTHIS

MK IS HAVING SUCH A MOMENT

UH OH

MK MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE

OR AZURE MIGHT BE

ARE YOU KIDDING ME

OKAY SHUT UP NO BREAK HECK BREAKS I’M GOING ONTO THE NEXT ONE I’LL PROCESS ALL THE MONKEY KING FROM THE OG CLASSIC MK JUST PULLED OUT THAT WE’VE NEVER SEEN WUKONG DO LATER

KNOX OUT

#knox rambles #knox reacts #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk s4 special spoilers #monkie kid season 4 special spoilers

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styxnstars · 8 months

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My revamped self insert has my heart,,, 🥹💖

(Click for better quality)

❀ she/they pronouns

❀ Bisexual (prefers men) 💖💜💙, greyromantic 💚🩶🤍🩶💚, greysexual 💜🩶🤍🩶💜, and recipromantic 💖🩷💚🤍🖤

❀ 18 years old

❀ 5'2" (yeah she's short, laugh it off /j)

❀ Her birthday is on October 26th 🎂🎉🎊

❀ Has autism and mild OCD

❀ Is from Ireland, but she lives in Wales with her lovely boyfriend Johan! 🇮🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

❀ Besides English, she's fluent in French (all the European dialects) and Irish 🇫🇷🇮🇪

❀ Has an English-esque accent just like her boyfriend, she picked it up from him 🤭💕 (and bc of living in Wales for a long time)

❀ She's broken her ankle once and twisted and sprained it many times because she's notorious for being clumsy, making her more prone to injuring herself. But Johan makes sure this doesn't happen <3

❀ She works at a goat farm, she basically tends to them and makes sure they're taken care of :) she LOVES her job there!

❀ She likes stars, looking for constellations, astrology, flowers, bugs, exploring meadows and valleys, singing, petting any domestic/farm animal she sees, music, causing occasional mischief with Peewit, hanging out with Sabina, visiting the Smurfs, wild birds, being called pet her MANY pet names by Johan, and spending quality time with him!! 💙

❀ She dislikes heights, loud noises, large crowds, people talking badly about her, bad weather, any animal that carries rabies, getting sick, being reassured in a condescending way, very bright tints of pink, violence, being away from Johan for long periods of time, and Peewit's singing/music

❀ Has two loving parents, but they live in Ireland where they own a family business together (selling weapons for people going into fighting, like in Skyrim). She moved out because she wanted to live a better life for herself besides living with her parents her whole life and not branching out.

❀ Is an only child, she never had any siblings and was spoiled but not to the point of turning into a complete bitch (Johan spoils her in other ways~ 😏❤️‍🔥)

❀ She isn't a thrill seeker like Johan is, but she'll go outside with him if he wants to. She's more on the shy and quiet side and is mostly an introvert. She is aloof with strangers, but Johan is a very calming presence and comforts her when she's feeling anxious 🥰 She is also a nature enjoyer and her and Johan go on many dates in valleys and meadows filled with flowers! 💐💕

❀ Peewit and Sabina are her best friends, but she spends time with them separately bc Sabina finds Peewit incredibly annoying. And King Gerard is also one of her great friends!

❀ She's been VERY insecure about herself for a long time, weight and all. She talked to Sabina about her troubles, and Sabina told her that there's nothing wrong with being chubby and that Johan would LOVE to use her plump belly as a pillow! 🥰 Sabina then had the idea to give her a makeover! ✨️💅 so she got rid of my self insert's old bandages, cleaned up the blood and scratches on her, gave her a new outfit, did her makeup, painted her nails, gave her hair accessories, and prettied up her hair into a balayage! Now my self insert feels beautiful enough for Johan to fall head over heels for her even more ☺️🩷

❀ The necklace she's wearing is a gift of love that Johan made specially for her himself! It's made of an azure blue polished heart stone and is filled with real flowers! 🌷🪻🌻

❀ She also has a pet Mini Lop bunny named Crumpet! Johan also got Crumpet as a gift for my self insert, in which he went all the way to FRICKIN GERMANY FOR, that's true love right there 💕💕💕

Fanart of her/her x Johan are ABSOLUTELY more than welcome!!

#johan and peewit #johan et pirlouit #the smurfs #johan #self insert #self shipping #my art #art #digital art #eclipse draws #I changed only a little bit of info about myself just to make it more suitable to the Johan and Peewit/Smurfs world #but I gotta say she looks so much better than my previous design of her 😌💜✨️#the necklace she's wearing is actually based on a convo I had with Johan on Character.AI!

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yourlocaltrashpandaa · 1 year

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Just a warning for any Azure Lion enjoyers…

The things I write for him might get angsty bc this man makes me angry.

He’s a great character and I love his design but like he makes me seeth with every word that comes out his mouth. But, but I like him enough to write about so don’t worry fluff is a option but for now I’ll vent my frustration with angst for this man

I don’t hate azure, he just makes me frustrated…

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk fandom #lmk azure lion #azure lion #I don’t hate him he just makes me frustrated #azure lion x reader #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #azure lion angst #lmk angst #lmk fluff

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ecargmura · 3 months

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Hirogaru Sky Precure Episode 50 Review + Final Thoughts

Wow, I can’t believe I finished a Precure show from start to end! It was a good experience for a first-time Precure watcher, aka me. The final battle was pretty cool and then everything that happens afterwards was pure emotional as I realize it’s truly the end.

To be honest, the last battle between the Precures and Daijarg went by pretty fast. It’s fast-paced but the way they defeated him was pretty quick too. It’s not a bad thing, though. It’s best to get everything over and done with so that the farewells can happen. I did like that all the Precures were working together to take him down and not just having Sora and Mashiro in the spotlight. Given that the final boss is a snake, the sneaky, meandering nature fits well with its form as it tries to escape into Empress Underg, but she decides to finally let go of him. Because he cannot possess her, he resorts to trying to possess someone in Sorashido City, causing havoc in the ordinary world.

The second half of the final battle was pretty epic as most of the minor characters in past episodes are seen as well as the Precures using a new move, Hirogaru Sky Punch, where they all punch the snake into the sky and then defeat him once and for all with the Majestic Halation. I really like the teamwork! Now that Daijarg has been purified, does that mean there is no more Underg Energy?

Oh boy, the departure scene was legit shaking my emotions. The fact that they’re separating makes me sad. While it is in their best interest for the Skylandians to return to their home country as they have dreams and aspirations over there, it’s not the end as they can always come visit. I think the part where Tsubasa was saying his last words to Ageha got me the most. These two had the rockiest start but, by the end, it was a friendship that has improved positively. Seeing Sora and Mashiro saying good-bye was also sad as these two clearly cherish each other a lot. Sora is her first friend and Mashiro had someone who eased her loneliness. I know for a fact that these two have feelings for each other, but the subtlety of it all really moves me. Though, I did dislike that they decide to visit the next day after saying all those emotional good-byes. It killed the emotional factor.

I also like that the Underg Empire truly decided to have peace with each other and with Skyland as the generals decide to stay with the Empress. Although the empire was once a cruel place, they were all shown that they can reform and that’s why they gathered together. I hope the Empress makes dolls of her minions; it was so cute seeing Kabaton gushing over the Elleelain doll and wanted her to make a doll of him too.

However, I’m glad that the Precures all have a future in their stories now. Sora officially joined the Azure Guards and becomes someone else’s idol, taking the path of her hero Shalala, and still uses her Cure Sky form for knight duties. Mashiro decides to write a picture book about her adventures with the Precures. Tsubasa has a future as a sage, but told Ageha that he wants to explore Sky Land to gain knowledge and experience; Sky Land might even be larger than one would expect. Ageha’s dream has always been to be a nursery school teacher. Ellee has returned to Sky Land to become the future ruler. I know that they had made a Precure series where they feature Precures as adults, so it’ll be cool to see if Hirogaru Sky gets the adult treatment. I’d love to see what these characters would be older. What are your thoughts on the final battle and the departure?

Final Thoughts

Overall, like Mashiro, I also have a hard time saying good-bye. This was my first Precure show and I loved it. I can see why the franchise is so popular. There were flaws, especially towards the last quarter of the show with snail paced story progression, but it did not detract my enjoyment of the show.

I really loved the energy the show gives off. Following Sora on her journey of being flung into another world after rescuing Princess Ellee and trying to find ways to adjust while protecting her from the Underg Empire was an investing journey. I loved that it explores Sora’s desire to being a hero and learning what it means to become a true hero. The quirky misadventures and emotional aspects were really good. Normally, it’s happy, but the story wasn’t afraid to get dark, as shown with Episodes 14 and 15, Episode 23 and the last five episodes revolving around Elleelain. When the episodes get dark, they are DARK. I’m glad that the writers don’t hold back in a children’s show.

As a magical girl show, Precure does a lot of things that other magical girl shows do, but I think that Precure does things a bit better. For example, I do like that Hirogaru Sky develops all the main cast. Like, throughout the fifty episodes, I learned so much about Sora, her goals, her personality and her family; the same goes with the other four Cures too. Some magical girl shows mainly focus on the main character and the other main character that they forget to develop the other main cast members at times. Hirogaru Sky does a good job giving insight to the main cast, but I do wish Ellee was a bit developed more rather than being stuck as a baby for three fourths of the show.

The villains were a bit hit or miss. Kabaton and Battamonda were great foils to the cast, but then Minoton, while charismatic, was underutilized and the story sort of dragged after Skearhead’s introduction. It was a waste that Empress Underg was only fully shown towards the last part of the show and then gets shoved to the side when Skearhead decides to become the final boss. She was wasted potential. Also, the generals don’t really interact with each other, so it’s hard to tell if they were a good villain team because they didn’t work together until the end.

The side characters were great, though. They were entertaining to watch. I liked Yoyo, Beryberie and Shalala a lot. However, I did wish there was more insight on Yoyo like how she landed in Sorashido City and why she chose to stay and not return to Sky Land. Beryberie made a good rival to Sora and I liked how it stays even in the finale. Shalala was the perfect mentor figure to Sora and it was because of her that Sora walks the same path as she does. I’m going to miss these side characters.

Although I am not a Precure expert, I do think that this is a good introduction to Precure. Heck, I’m into Precure thanks to Hirogaru Sky. I can’t wait to see what Wonderful Precure has to offer. If you want more Precure content from me, I am also reviewing Delicious Party Precure episodically on my blog.

I’ll see you guys next week for my review of Wonderful Precure!

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