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flowerandblood · 6 months

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The Man with the Lost Soul

[ Amor • Aemond x Psyche • female ]

[ warnings: virgnity loss, smut, angst, violence, mention of the suicide, murder attempt, trauma, mourning ]

[ description: After she is attacked in a fair by a strange man and narrowly avoids death, her father the king decides that from now on she will be watched over by one of his ‘ghosts’, a assassin acting on his orders, wearing a black mask. The man follows her like a shadow, accompanied by their past, which keeps her awake at night. Gothic horror love story, angst, sexual tension, very dark Aemond. ]

This story is several requests combined into one: sworn protector x female; Amor x Psyche; Phantom of the Opera! Aemond x female. I took the liberty of creating a completely new story from this, having only elements of each of these requests.

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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She remembered little of her father's speech, focusing only on the fact that she had a fever and on her little brother's body, cuddled into her, shaking with sobs. She wore a matte, black suede gown with open shoulders, its sleeves reaching all the way to the ground.

She wore no adornments, her hair loose, falling freely down her back. She felt his presence a few paces behind her, separating her from the rest of those gathered, the lords and ladies of the court immersed in disbelief, weepeing loudly in despair as if her mother's fate would ever concern them.

They all knew that her father had kept her locked up for years.

She looked at her King and though she could see his lips moving, tears on his cheeks, but she could not hear or feel anything − all she could think about was what Vhagar had told her that night.

Your father the King wanted me to make it look like she took her own life.

"It was with great regret that I accepted the high priest's decision regarding the fact that a person who takes his own life cannot be buried with honours in the royal tomb. For this reason, therefore, my beloved, poor, suffering-stricken wife will be buried outside the town walls, respecting her remains and her memory, needless to say." He said in a trembling, deep, hoarse voice, as if he really suffered at the thought.

She felt something surge through her heart, a tightness and pain from which she parted her lips in trembling breaths, a single, lonely tear running down her cheek.

When it was all over, her servants braided her hair and put a black, translucent veil over her face. She felt suddenly that she was partially covered from the world, that she was surrounded by the darkness she felt in her heart.

She wondered if this was what Vhagar felt while hiding behind his mask.

She followed her father and brother in a small procession behind a closed coffin covered by a shroud, a monk in front of them singing a slow, mournful chant that echoed in her mind.

She stared at the back of her king-father and thought only of the fact that he had killed her mother and deprived her of an honourable burial, without even waiting for the mighty of the Kingdom or her own family to arrive to bid her a proper farewell.

She watched as the coffin containing her body was lowered into a deep grave dug outside the city walls, heard the sobs of the mourners, but she herself shed no more tears. She looked to the side − behind her father stood his guards, his ghosts, but her ghost, her Vhagar stood by her side, a few steps behind her.

She felt his presence, the presence of death with her whole being.

When it was all over her father pulled her out of her musings by approaching her, pale, wiping his face with his palm, as if he himself could not believe that all this was really happening.

"I know you blame me for this and you have every right to. By separating you, I drove her to the brink of despair, she obviously felt she no longer had a reason to live." He muttered in a trembling voice, not looking at her but somewhere to the side, far away.

She looked at him through the thin material of the veil, feeling only her breathing and the beating of her heart, besides having the impression that she was surrounded by nothing but emptiness.

"I do not blame you, my King. You have done everything in your power. She was mad with despair. You could not help her." She said softly, calmly, her words like pleasant music to his ears. He grunted and cheered up, walking up to her, grasping her face in his hands, placing a long, drawn-out kiss on her forehead.

"My beloved child." He said warmly − she felt a squeeze in her heart and forced herself to smile.

As soon as he passed her the corners of her mouth sank down, her gaze focused on the spot where she saw fresh earth and a small stone monument, all surrounded by flowers.

"My Princess."

She heard his voice and shuddered, only now noticing that there was no one around them anymore, they were completely alone.

"It's time to go back."

She shook her head as she walked closer, placing a hand on the cold tombstone − she had the feeling that everything around her was blurry and foggy, her heart and throat squeezed.

"No. I won't leave her alone this time." She whispered, feeling like just laying down next to her, growing into the ground, being covered in flowers and grass, falling asleep next to her.

"She's free now."

She pressed her lips together, feeling a squeeze in her throat at his words, her nostrils quivering in an anxious breath. She glanced over her shoulder at him, looking at his tear-streaked mask, and thought that they were the same now.

She approached him with the quiet rustling of her gown, the hum of the grass and the singing of birds all around them, their robes blowing in the wind.

She stood in front of him and looked at him, at the man who had betrayed her, at the man who had killed her mother, at the man who had taken away her chance to decide her own life and death.

Every time she thought about it she had to remind herself that it was her father who made him follow her, it was her father who made him report on everything she did, it was her father who ordered him to kill her mother and it was her father who made her want to end her life.

He was just a tool, a blade held by someone else.

She placed her hand on his chest, rose on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his mask where a tear had been outlined − despite the material that separated her lips from it, she felt the cold, unpleasant, tart taste of steel.

She heard him swallow loudly, his bright iris looking straight at her in surprise, his pupil dilated wide, his eye almost completely black.

"This is my expression of gratitude for your dedication to the affairs of our family." She whispered with feigned fondness, running her hand over the spot where his cheek would have been, the steel beneath her skin uncomfortably cold and slightly wet due to the moisture it had gathered from the air around them.

She passed him without a word, heading towards the gate. As she walked along the roads of the city, the people living in the townhouses threw field flowers under her feet, called out her mother's name, expressed their love for their Queen.

She trampled their wishes, their gifts, their words with each step, looking ahead, lifting her gaze to the great fortress standing on the hill before her in the distance − it seemed to her now completely black, its towers partially veiled by grey clouds.

A great black coffin, she thought.

She was as dead as her mother.

As she stepped into her chamber she ordered loudly that she wished to take a bath. Vhagar stood at her door watching as her servants filled the tub they had brought moments earlier with warm water, one of them helping her undo the ties of her gown.

"Your Grace…is he…" The girl asked uncertainly, looking at the hooded figure standing on the other side of her chamber.

"Let him look." She said dispassionately, feeling no shame or embarrassment as she was left in just a thin white chemise − her maid swallowed loudly and nodded, curl by curl loosening her hair.

She stepped into the tub and sighed quietly, resting her head against its edge, closing her eyes, saying softly that they could leave.

She heard quiet footsteps, the sound of a door opening and closing, and then there was complete silence.

She lifted her eyelids and saw that he was standing in the same place as before, right at her door, straight, with his arms folded in front of him, looking at her unashamedly, her naked body peeking through from under her wet undershirt.

"Do you draw satisfaction from this sight?" She asked teasingly, twisting in place with a quiet splash of water, its pleasant warmth relaxing her tense muscles, finally no longer shivering from the cold.

He stared at her in silence, his pupil fixed on her face.

"Do not do anything thoughtless under the influence of emotion." He said dryly, his eye wide open, his chest rising slightly with each breath he took. She furrowed her brow at his words, feeling a tightness in her throat.

"I don't understand what you mean, Vhagar." She said coolly and he chuckled under his breath, however it was a laugh from which a cold chill went through her despite the warmth of the water.

"Your father wants to believe your words, which is why he does not yet see what lurks in your gaze. But when he finally notices it, it is not me he will send to you. I will not protect you from what will happen, and your greatest nightmare will come true." He said with a cold tone filled with some kind of superiority and opened the door from her chamber, disappearing behind it with a quiet clatter.

She pressed her lips together at his words, drew in a breath and slid backwards, sinking her entire head under the water − the voices in her head silenced, only an all-consuming hum around her.

She lasted like this for a moment before she felt a tightening in her mouth, her body craving another breath against her will, demanding to live. She rose to the surface, drawing in air loudly, wiping her face of the water droplets with her hands, sighing heavily.

She closed her eyes, thinking of what her mother had said, what she had spoken about since they had lived in this fortress.

The passage in her chamber and the cry of the child.

She opened her eyelids, feeling the sudden, rapid pounding of her heart.

Has Prince Aemond's body been found at last?

She stepped quickly out of the bath with a loud splash of water, quickly putting on a black, matte robe, tying it around her waist, opening the door of her chamber and stepping out into the corridor.

Although her body was shivering from the cold, she had the feeling that her heart was on fire.

She felt his surprise, his quick steps behind her, trying to catch up with her. She ran into her mother's old royal chamber, and as he entered behind her she looked at him with furrowed brows.

"No, Vhagar. Wait outside. It is time for me and my mother." She said coolly. She felt him hesitate, stand still for a moment − he turn his head, impatient, and walked out, closing the door behind him with a loud slam.

She looked around the room, running quickly to the walls, touching them with her hands, trying to discover some roughness or unevenness, something that would tell her there was a hidden door behind them.

She pressed her lips together and ran her hand over her face in impatience, unable to find anything, wondering where the child could be hiding.

She circled the room with her fingers pressed to her lips, feeling her heart pounding like mad.

His face was cut open, he couldn't survive it.

At the time of the attack he was not in his room but in his mother's chamber − her father's soldiers said they attacked him first − his mother threw herself at them to protect him, and then the Prince suddenly disappeared and was not found.

The entire chamber was searched, at first believing her mother that he could indeed have been hiding there, however nothing was found and it was decided that it was a figment of her imagination, the result of her remorse, and that the boy had taken advantage of the inattention of the men when they were wrestling with his mother and had fled.

She looked to the side and froze, licking her lower lip, feeling the cold sweat on her back as she looked at her mother's large bed.

Where did children hide when they were most frightened?

She walked over there slowly and crouched down, peering in from underneath, seeing only the dusty wooden floor. She swallowed loudly and pulled herself in deeper, feeling her body quiver at the thought that maybe she was now in his place, imagining all that must have been going on around him, that he had very little time.

She began to press the various pieces of wood one by one, hoping something would happen, however nothing did. She sighed heavily as she pressed her forehead to the floor, resigned, thinking it was pointless and suddenly she felt something under her hands.

It seemed to her at first that it was simply a piece of wood that had chipped away over the years, but it had a semi-circular shape, and was so small that only her little finger could fit in there.

She tried to lever it up and lift it, but nothing happened. It wasn't until she slipped her finger in deeper that she felt she had pressed on something cold and made of steel, and when she pushed it hard and let go she heard a quiet click − the piece of floor lifted slightly, as if the hinges holding it in place had loosened.

She lifted the flap higher, breathing loudly, feeling the chill emanating from the black stone hole, with a small staircase that a very petite woman or child could fit into.

She clenched her eyes shut, feeling tears of regret and horror running down her cheeks, panicked at the realisation that her mother was not mad, that she had died for nothing.

Was his body there or had he managed to escape?

Where did this passage lead?

She began to crawl down inside with difficulty, seeing only complete darkness in front of her, and then she heard a slam and loud footsteps, someone's large hand grabbed her ankle and aggressively pulled her backwards.

She screamed, terrified, clenching her hands on the wood, her willowy legs trying to kick him but to no avail − after a moment he forcibly dragged her out from under the bed and turned her onto her back, his eye wide open, staring at her in disbelief, she could hear his loud breathing.

He seemed to hesitate.

"What have you done?" He asked in a trembling voice, his hands held her shoulders pressed to the floor so that she could not move, her breathing laboured, looking at him in horror.

"I have discovered a secret passage." She muttered, feeling that she was trembling all over. "My mother said she heard a child crying inside her chamber. I think she heard Prince Aemond."

He was silent for a long time, breathing loudly − she heard him swallow with difficulty and clench his eyes shut, and when he opened them his gaze was different, frantic, dangerous.

"I told you not to do anything thoughtless." He said tiredly and resignedly, coldly, in a way that made her feel a shiver run down her spine.

His hands moved from her wrists to her neck, clamping down on it, instantly cutting off the oxygen supply to her lungs. In an involuntary reflex, she grabbed his wrists, her eyebrows arching in horror and pain, her body beginning to wince in despair.

"You're making me do this." He muttered under his breath apparently trying to drown out the sound of her choking, her mouth desperately trying to catch her breath.

He leaned in suddenly, the cold steel mask pressed against her forehead, a desperate growl of grief and rage escaped his lips, his hands let go of her, her lungs drew in a quick, deep breath.

She tightened her hands on his shoulders, trying to keep him away, but he lay on top of her, pressing her to the floor − she shuddered, a quiet gasp escaping her lips when she felt something hard throbbing between her thighs.

"You are my curse. My ruin." He breathed out; she felt his hips move back and forth, rubbing against her, her body went breathless all over − she felt something pulsate deep inside her, some kind of tickle in her lower abdomen from which she sighed quietly, her heart pounding like mad. "My doom."

He exhaled heavily − she could feel his hot breath gushing into her face through the holes in his mask, his hands from her neck slid down to her thighs, slipping under her thin robe. She shuddered as she felt his leather-gloved fingers tighten on the bare skin of her plump buttocks.

They both let out a loud, ripped breath, her hands slid lower from his chest, pressing his hips closer to her body, the spot between her thighs throbbed hard − she felt some kind of need inside her, for some reason despite her terror she didn't want him to stop.

She wanted him to take everything from her, she wanted him to strip her of her dignity, to punish her for allowing all this to happen.

"− destroy me − leave me with nothing −" She whispered softly; she heard him groan low at her words clenching his eyes, his hands slid down her thighs to the material of his coat − she saw him unbuckle his belt, her fingers helped him untie the bindings of his breeches.

"− fuck − fuck −" He mumbled, both of them breathing loudly in what felt like excitement and desperation, she tightened her hands on his back and whimpered when she felt something begin to push against her flesh between her thighs, trying to force itself inside her.

"− let me inside − don't fight me −" He breathed out, trying to forcibly slide deeper into her − she clenched her eyes shut and cried out, spreading her thighs wide in an attempt to ease the immense discomfort and excruciating pain she felt, one of his hands placed next to her head, the other firmly holding her hip.

He rooted into her with one brutal thrust of his hips and she whined loudly − despite his mask she could see that he was looking at her with a misty gaze, his body in what felt like a natural reflex began to move inside her, his manhood rubbing her again and again at a spot that sent shivers through her.

She panted and sobbed beneath him, feeling with every movement he made that one more thrust from him and he would tear her apart − he was too big, her muscles clenching against him in terror.

She heard his growl of pleasure each time he sank deep into her body again, instead of slowing down he accelerated, his movements beginning to be followed by the quiet click of her moisture.

"− g-gods, forgive me −" She mumbled out panting along with him, feeling with horror that the faster he slammed into her the more pleasurable it became, the tickling between her thighs became unbearable.

They both sighed with pleasure as her hips began to respond to his movements, his length rooting into her with increasing ease, sticky with her moisture − she felt as if her body had adapted to his size.

"− good gods, you are fucking enjoying this −" He scoffed teasingly, the thrusts of his hips sinking him deep inside her again and again. She felt with embarrassment her own wetness running down her buttocks − she tensed so that with each push he rubbed that wonderful spot from which shivers of pleasure ran through her.

It was so wonderful to be so full when she felt so empty, it was so wonderful to shudder with emotion when she thought she would never feel anything again in her life.

"− Vhagar −" She mewled beneath him, her heavy breathing making the moisture condense as vapour on his mask − he groaned low, both of them panting loudly, apparently taking surprising pleasure in this primitive, animal slapping of flesh against flesh.

"− no − not like that − you know my name −" He hissed out, she felt him twitching hard inside her as if the thought of her knowing his identity aroused him even more − she felt her heart pounding like mad, her lips parted wide, her hands slipped under his breeches and tightened on his buttocks.

She knew him.

Gods, she knew him.

"− I − I don't know −" She mumbled between his aggressive, sure thrusts, from which she felt stupefied, felt unbearable tension and heat in her lower abdomen − she had a feeling that a few more of his stabs and something would happen.

"− come on, you can do it − say my name − say my fucking name −" He growled, slamming into her with loud, low groans of pleasure, she could feel him throbbing hard inside her, her walls clenching down on him greedily, sucking him inside.

She shook her head, unable to give him an answer, her mind completely frazzled with pleasure, only whimpers and sobs coming from her mouth, her hips responding involuntarily to his every push, feeling the wonderful tickling between her thighs, in her fingertips, in her lips.

"− I − p-please, oooh, gods, yes, yes, yes −" She cried out loudly tilting her head back, feeling the unfamiliar, overpowering hot pleasure shake her body, her insides began to throb like crazy.

She heard him growl low feeling it, rooting into her with a few more desperate, sloppy thrusts before she felt something warm spill inside her, a loud sigh of relief escaping his lips.

His seed.

She looked sideways at the closed door to the chamber, hearing only their loud, raspy breaths, her body convulsing, her mouth parted wide in disbelief.

What had she done?

They both pulled away from each other − she hissed in discomfort as he slid out of her and rose slowly, quickly tying his breeches. They were both breathing loudly, terrified of what they had done, of what had happened.

She moved away from him, looking at him in disbelief, wondering if he was going to try to strangle her again.

Why did her discovery frighten him so much?

Who was this man?

It seemed to her that he could read the doubt written on her face − he stood up and sighed heavily, buckling the belt of his coat.

"If your father finds out we missed this, he'll kill us all." He said lowly, and she felt some kind of relief that he had done it purely out of fear.

She swallowed loudly, looking at him distrustfully, catching herself with shame that she could still feel him deep inside her, her walls sore from his aggressive, greedy thrusts.

"If you wish, I will inform him of what you have discovered in your presence." He said finally and she turned her face away, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart.

Did she want her father to find out?

If Prince Aemond was still alive, he could return and take the throne for himself.

He could have done what she had secretly dreamed of since she saw her mother's coffin disappear into the black depths.

He could kill the King.

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everlastlady · 7 months

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Bloody Legend Part 5

✘Posted: 11/10/2023

✘Story Contains: Anxiety attacks, Mammon being a cunt, Verosika, Striker, Rosemary, Charlie Morningstar, & Cute moments.

✘Word Count: 2685

✘Author's Note: Bloody Legend Friday. I'm taking it easy with writing because yesterday I had a seizure so I was drained. But I won't let y'all down. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘ Story Parts: Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

“ Please stay… “ (Name) softly spoke as they glanced at Mammon who stood there. Mammon looked at (Name), they wanted him to stay. Did they really enjoy that dinner with him that much? This made Mammon smile, Mammon knew he wasn't a very well liked sin. The only person he considered a friend in the higher up places was Lucifer. But he didn’t really hangout with Lucifer. “ Sure, scoot over. “ Mammon lifted the blanket while (Name) scooted over the two laid in the bed looking at each other, locked into a staring contest before (Name) spoke up. “ Mam, I have a question… “ (Name) said while playing with the fabric of the green blanket. “ What’s your question? “ Mammon said while playing with (Name’s hair), he would answer any question they had as long as he got to be by their side. “ Are you using me for money? Am I just a puppet for profit? “ (Name) asked, looking away, hoping that their question wouldn’t upset Mammon. The greed lord taken back back this question, he didn’t expect them to ask this so soon. He didn’t know what to tell them;of course he was using them for profit, they were his cash cow. Making more money for him than Fizzarolli did. But he couldn’t tell (Name) that because what if you get upset and leave. He couldn’t have that; he couldn’t lose (Name). “ Of course, I’m not using you. Yes I’ve pushed you too hard which is why I set up that dinner and relaxing night for us, I promise to be more gentle with you to not work you so hard. But remember I saved you from that shithole comedy club in Wrath. “ Mammon placed his hand upon (Name’s) cheek. “ You promise, you aren’t using me? “ (Name) asked with a smile. “ I promise (Name) and I never break a promise. “ Mammon smiled. But deep down he knew this was wrong to lie to (Name). But he knew that (Name) would never find out. Because he wouldn’t let that happen. After a couple of moments (Name( fell asleep holding onto Mammon.

Mammon watched (Name) sleep, the covers were pulled up against them. Their chest rising and sinking with each peaceful breath escaping their soft lips. How he wanted to place a kiss on their lips but pulled that thought from his head. The green blanket was fluffy which was keeping both Mammon and (Name) warm. Mammon stared up at the ceiling, sometimes he could feel (Name) toss and turn in their sleep. They truly looked peaceful and happy, they deserved it. Mammon eventually fell asleep himself because he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. The next morning, Mammon woke up before (Name) he groaned and looked down to see (Name) was still sleeping, slightly drooling which Mammon found cute. Unlike (Name) who could sleep in because they were still recovering. Mammon got out of bed since he had many of his businesses to attend to. Mammon carefully got out of the bed and tucked in (Name) and left the room. “ Make sure to serve (Name), breakfast and that they take their vitamins if the doctor stops by then let them know I’m out. “ Mammon said to the small shark servant who nodded. Mammon got himself ready, his phone rang and he picked it up while adjusting his jester hat. “ Hello? “ Mammon adjusted his jester outfit. “ Uncle Mammon, Hi! “ A cheerful voice came from the other side of the line. Mammon’s large smile appeared already knowing who that cheerful tone belonged to. “ Charlie! My dear niece, how are you doing? What’s up, do ya need some money, business advice for that hotel that you’re doing, or need someone dead? “ Mammon sat down while a servant brought him breakfast. “ I’m doing good uncle Mon, I was wondering if (Name) could perform at the hotel in 2 weeks. It's the grand opening soon . “ Charlie asked. Mammon had forgotten about his niece's grand opening of her hotel. Her Hazbin Hotel, to help sinners get into Heaven. Mammon found the idea comical but he wouldn’t tell her that because he loved his niece and actually wanted to see how this would go. But she was requesting (Name) to perform for the grand opening.

“ Charlie-Bean… “ Mammon bites his lip thinking. He truly loved and cared about his niece, but he wasn’t sure if (Name) should perform. “ Dad will be there and he likes (Name’s) performance and a lot of other important people of Hell will be there so I thought (Name) would be good since they can sing and make people laugh. “Charlie sounded nervous as if she was hoping her uncle would say yes. Lucifer will be there and the other important people. Mammon couldn’t pass up this especially since Lucifer likes (Name’s) performance and if the important people of Hell would be there and if they like (Name’s) performance then many of them would try to request for (Name), he would make so much money. He was sure that could make (Name) perform a bit longer before making them quit. “ Charlie, (Name) will be there and I’ll make sure they give the best damn performance, thank you for requesting them; I’m sure they’ll be honored to perform at the grand opening. “ Mammon marked his calendar. “ Thank you so much uncle Mammon, I’ll be sure to give (Name) the best room, bye! “ Charlie said in a singful tone, like father like daughter. “ Goodbye Charlie, love ya. “After the call ended Mammon set his phone aside. “ They can hold out a little longer, they can hold out a little longer. “ Mammon held his head in his hands while repeating that to himself. Mammon looked at the picture of (Name) on his desk. “ I know you can hold out a little longer. '' Mammon stood up and walked out his office to go talk with (Name), he opened their bedroom door but didn’t find them. (Name)? “ He peeked his head out of the room, as he saw a small imp servant walking with a water can. “ Hey, Mae, where is (Name)? “ Mammon asked. “ They were in the garden eating breakfast, they were feeling stuffy in the room. “ Mae said. “ Thanks, carry on with your duties or whatever you are doing. “ Mammon walked past Mae who bowed. Mammon walked out into the garden as he saw (Name) sitting at the table surrounded by the beautiful flowers while they ate breakfast.

Mammon thought they looked beautiful surrounded by the flowers and plants. How the sun shined down on them. They looked like an angel, even though Mammon hated angels. If (Name) was an angel then he would repent. Mammon walked up. (Name) turned around as they could already hear the jiggles of Mammon’s hat. “ Mon, Hi. “ They smile. That smile that Mammon loved so much. He pulled out a chair and took a seat. “ (Name) since you are better in two weeks, you’ll be performing at my niece’s grand opening of her hotel. Ya know Lucifer’s daughter who is doing that Hazbin Hotel. “ Mammon said, picking up a fork and eating off your plate. “ Oh! I heard about her hotel. I think it's sweet what she is doing but can sinners really be saved? “ (Name) asked. “ No, once a sinner always a sinner it’s why those creepy looking angels come down and kill off sinners to make room for more that die and end up here. But hey, gotta let the kid dream. Besides, if she somehow does it, Lucifer won’t be happy, he’ll probably shut it down. “ Mammon laughed. But (Name) frowned, shouldn’t a father support his daughter. But (Name) nodded their head. “ Okay, sounds great, I can’t wait to perform. “ (Name) said while drinking their coffee. “ Good! Because a lot of important people including Lucifer will be there so don’t disappoint me, you’re a bloody legend (Name)! “ Mammon stood up and walked off. (Name) sat there frozen, Lucifer? Will be there. Their heart was thumping in against their chest it felt like they had lost all color, the breaths became shallow and their hands trembled as they dropped the cup that held their coffee onto the table as it fell. Their thoughts were scattered, body tensing up. They can’t let themself down… they can’t let their mom down. (Name) closed their eyes and took a deep breath. “ I’ve got this, I got this. I’m a bloody legend. “ (Name) still trembling stood up and decided a nice day at the spa would help so they called up Verosika. (Name) would not disappoint Mammon or her mother. They would do their best to perform and make sure that nothing went wrong.

(Name) waited outside of the gates of Mammon’s palace, soon Verosika’s hot pink and white limo pulled up blasting pop music. The door opened as Verosika sat there wearing a white tub top and a matching short skirt. Her legs crossed as Striker sat next to her. “ (Name)! Ready for a relaxing spa day, I booked the best session for us. “ Verosika purrs. (Name) smiled and got into the limo. As it pulled off. Verosika could tell that (Name) wasn't themself over the phone when (Name) had called and asked for a spa day with her. “ So sweetheart, are you okay? You didn’t sound too good on the phone. “ She asked, rubbing their thumb over the (Name’s) hand. “ Yes, I’m okay… It’s just Lucifer’s daughter Charlie, she booked me as the opening and closing act at the grand opening of the hotel. I'm kinda nervous because Lucifer himself will be there and other important people. “ (Name) rubbed the back of their neck. “ I just don’t want to let Mammon down. “ (Name) looked down as Striker rolled his eyes. But he didn’t want to cause a scene. “ Do you want to perform there? “ Striker asked. “ I do, I think what Charlie is doing is sweet and I would like to be able to perform again instead of laying in bed and taking vitamins, I’m already feeling much better and will be able to be up on stage again soon. “ (Name) smiled. “ Well, as long as you want to perform then that’s fine darlin’, you’ll do great I’m sure of it. “ Striker smiled.

Meanwhile Mammon was thinking of an outfit (Name) could wear to that grand opening. Something that would match him, so that (Name) and him would look cute. Maybe other people would think that he and (Name) are a couple which is great, because if people assume that (Name) belongs to Mammon then they wouldn’t mess with (Name) or dare to even touch them. “ No, No, too plain, too baggy, ugh! Not enough flash. “ Mammon didn’t like any of the outfits that the servants brought out. “ I need something that will make me and (Name) look like a power couple. “ Mammon said. “ But you two aren’t a couple. “ Rosemary said, laying in the chair. Mammon glared at the plant demon woman. “ I know that! But that doesn’t mean others can’t know that and besides (Name) wouldn’t mind matching. “ Mammon said. “ I only called you to help because I refused to ask Asmodeus for help. “ Mammon rolled his eyes. “ Or you could man up and ask him. “ Rosemary said while drinking her tea. “ If you want to be able to attend that grand opening, then you’ll quit being a bloody drongo and help me. “ Mammon said. “ Fine… go with the outfit on the left, you can get a custom one made and tailored for (Name) it will somewhat mirror what you’ll be wearing. “ Rosemary said. “Good good, you are right. “ Mammon tossed the outfit towards the goat servant. “ Go to the tailor shop and have them craft something for me and (Name) “ Mammon said and turned towards Rosemary. “ You know the dinner worked… We had a goodnight together and cuddled in bed. “ Mammon sheepishly said. “ Oh? What happened after that? Because I know you didn’t confess since you want to lie about being a couple with (Name) especially without their knowledge. “ Rosemary rolled her green eyes. “ I couldn’t, not yet but I will soon. “ Are ya sure, you’re a bit of a duffer. “ Rosemary sighed. “ I’m trying Rose. “ Mammon sat down. “ I love them, and I will tell them at the right time. “ Mammon looked down. “ Listen, take all the time you need; just don’t take too long or else someone else will go for it. And you won’t be able to stop it, I have to go because I have some mob boss named Crimson coming in for surgery and I need the money if I’m going to look my best at the grand opening, take care Mon. “ Rosemary walked out of Mammon's office.

Mammon sat there thinking about what Rosemary said. Could someone truly come in and sweep (Name) off their feet. And he would just have to stand by and pretend to be happy. Because he can’t just say no and force (Name) to love him, that’s the last thing Mammon wanted to force upon (Name). He sighed. “ Maybe at the grand opening, I’ll confess…” Mammon poured himself a drink and pulled out his phone. His lockscreen was a picture of (Name) and him when they first met. “ (Name), I love you, will you go out with me? “ He kept repeating this but when the door opened Mammon jumped dropping his phone and glass onto the floor luckily none of them broke. He looked up and saw (Name) standing there. “ (Name) you almost stopped my hearts! “ He picked up his phone while one of the servants cleaned up the spilled drink. “ Sorry, I just got back from the spa and did a little shopping. I saw this and it reminded me of you so I got it for you. “ (Name) pulled out this small plush toy that was a green centipede. Mammon chuckled and carefully took the centipede plush toy. “ Aww, thanks (Name) this is quite special. I'll keep it on my shelf. “ Mammon stood up and walked over to his shelf and set the plush toy down next to some other items which were just simple old pictures before Mammon donned the green outfit and other nick nacks. '' Mammon, do you think I’ll do a good job at the grand opening? “ (Name) asked. Mammon turned around and saw (Name) looking at the ground, Mammon smiled and walked over. “ Of course, you’ll do great (Name) you’re a bloody… you’re a great performer, someone who knows how to bring laughter to others and I know you can do this, because you never failed a performance. “ Mammon placed his hands on (Name’s) shoulders. (Name) smiled and felt their anxiety ease just a bit. “ Thank you, Mammon. “ (Name) said. The door again slammed open as the goat servant from earlier came back. “ The matching outfits for him and (Name) are ready! “ The goat demon said. Shit shit, Mammon wanted those outfits to be a surprise. “ Matching outfits? “ (Name) looked at Mammon and then walked over to the outfits.

They ran their fingers against the fabric and picked up the outfit, they looked over at Mammon who had a nervous and flustered look. “ I love them! “ (Name) squeals. And hugged the outfit close to their chest. “ Y-You do? Great! Because I thought matching outfits would be great for business, and we’ll also look better than anyone else at the party. Maybe even better than Luci and his wife. “ Mammon teased. (Name) laughed. “ Looking better than Lilith and Lucifer, I don't think we'll be able to pull that off. “ (Name) said, setting down the outfit. “ But I don’t care what others think, because I know we’ll both look great. “ (Name) said with sparkles in their eyes. Suddenly Mammon didn’t care about looking better than anyone else at that grand opening. “ You’re right, I can’t wait to attend the grand opening with you. “ Mammon smiled. “ How about we go work on your act and then go out for lunch? “ Mammon held (Name’s) hands. (Name) nodded their head with a toothy grin, Mammon and (Name) walked out of his office holding hands, there was so much to do for the grand opening.

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Special thank you these lovely people for supporting this series, y'all are bloody legends! I'm also sure Mammon appreciates your love and support.

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pocketramblr · 1 month

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I'm still on a fairy tale kick! Please give me 5 headcanons for a Sleeping Beauty AU where All for One made up a story about his brother being cursed to prick his finger on a spinning wheel and die as an excuse to keep poor Yoichi locked up and isolated. Maybe he even faked an evil fairy incident. Thank you!

1- Yoichi loves fairy stories, always has, and the beautiful illustrations of them too. AfO has not, because when Yoichi is paying attention to the books, he isn't paying attention to him. When Yoichi asks him why he hates fairies so much, AfO says it's because they ruined Yoichi, cursed him. Gave him his tendency to be ill, and awkward, and that before his sixteenth birthday, he'd be pricked with a spindle and die.

2- Yoichi is pretty sure he made that up, but unluckily for him he's in the au where AfO gets to have a despotic boyking era, so when the prince asks about fairy stories the staff all nod along because he's sweet, and when AfO glares at them, they agree the curse happened. Every regent or advisor who's attempted to control the kid has ended up very dead, so everyone just kinda hope the boy grows out of it. And well, no one's exactly expecting Yoichi to live even to twenty anyway.

3- When the boys are thirteen, the carriage is attacked by someone jumping out of nowhere in a strange mask, holding out a spindle and lunging for Yoichi. AfO knocks them back and the fae flees. AfO announces it's clearly too dangerous for Yoichi to leave the castle grounds. When the boys are fourteen, Yoichi is enjoying the gardens and picking a flower when a lose spindle drops out of the bush, missing where his hand was by inches. He watches from the window as dozens more are found. AfO declares it too dangerous for Yoichi to go outside. When Yoichi is fifteen, something with glowing eyes half crawls through his window before being chased out, the spindle the only thing left. AfO moves Yoichi to a basement room with no windows.

4- Yoichi tolerates it for a time, before telling his brother that once they turn sixteen, this can end, he'll have beaten the curse. AfO remarks that he must have misheard- the curse was before his sixtieth birthday, not sixteenth. The next time that AfO visits, he finds Yoichi despondent, not reacting to anything, including him. AfO has to threaten to kill random servants and guards before Yoichi will eat, but he only speaks to ask to be released, and AfO finish the story. AfO always refuses.

5- eventually, the servants and guards have had enough. A maid flies into AfO's rooms one morning screeching that there are no guards downstairs anymore, only frogs in tiny suits of armor, and she couldn't find the one with the key to the prince's room. AfO races down with his key, the maid not following but slipping outside, and on opening the door finds Yoichi's bed empty. All that's on it is a spindle, wrapped in silvery hair, not thread, and a piece of paper with a drawing of Yoichi, eyes closed in sleep and wearing a crown of tiny golden spindles, with mirrored writing that says "Don't invite the fair neighbors where you don't want them to step."

+1- while AfO has his breakdown, Yoichi and every guard who'd worked down there is already smuggled out of the palace. For his own part, he's in a cart of straw, listening to Bruce complain that they should have saved a couple of the little suits of armor they'd all worked together to make for the frogs his cousin Hikage had helped collect, and Kudo telling him to stop complaining.

#it sucks to have a despotic boyking for many reasons but. i do feel they are very much easy to gaslight with the right own #*plan #and with a whole staff very annoyed at him well..... the guards have already been turn to frogs and the prince carried off asleep to #fairyland! no one knows how to get him back but afo clearly knows soooo much about fairies he'll probably be able to find Yoichi if he uh #just wanders into the woods with some iron and inside out clothing yeah yeah #pocket talks to people #aimportantdragoncollector #ask game

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We Got Ourselves Stuck Inside an Adult Fantasy Novel - By Hyeyong (4/10)

Isekai trash only. You will not be able to comprehend this story unless you're already familiar with isekai and reincarnation plots. It does not care. All three protagonists are friends, and they take over a fantasy world together. Their greed and lust gets them nothing but praise and victory. The men have less personality than usual. Max trash.

We start out with a fangirl.

She wakes up as a heroine. I'm using the "real" names because this whole story is just roleplay. Siyeon does not care about her role as heroine. She only cares about hot faces and romance. She's been trying to convince her friends to read isekai for years and that's her whole personality.

She's the one who attracts the yandere prince.

She doesn't go alone. Her two best friends that are not interested in isekai come with her. There is no shame whatsoever here. All three women collectively do not care. They just decide to live life to the fullest as rich aristocratic ladies. Apparently none of them have children, friends or family. Nobody thinks about their past life unless it's a bad memory, because living in a fantasy world is soooo superior.

Yein is the hot villainess. She leaves for the countryside. She really struggled in the real world. She is a sadist. She's into extreme BDSM. She could never find a partner because she was never completely honest, and her male partners always left when she suddenly changed in the bedroom.

She buys a buff slave, and she makes him her submissive servant. It's hella toxic and she ignores every BDSM safety rule.

She is a high lady who can do whatever.

God even gives the three ladies phones, so they can chat.

Yein goes to the countryside because she doesn't...say it with me...care (about anything but BDSM)

Jiwon becomes the top aide for the prince. She loves money and she loves power. She sets Sihyeon up with the prince. She knows Sihyeon will be happy as a spoiled fantasy bride, and if the prince goes yandere....she can control the kingdom while he's busy locking her up.

It's funny, but nobody in universe is taking this seriously. It feels fake.

It's beyond parody.

Terris is a "Standard Yandere Prince ML"

Black hair. Red eyes. He killed his siblings to take the throne. He's strong, smart but not well liked because he's feared. He has few friends...you've met this man twenty times...or you don't get the meta joke and this story isn't for you.

Meta humor is annoying. Don't worry this won't get a high rating no matter what, because every page is a cheap laugh and the BDSM play is questionable.

He looks like this.

Please note this kind of appearance is a running joke in the OI Fandom. Lots of fans laugh at the factory produced ML's like this one, but it's a reaaaallllyyyy stale and tired joke.

The whole story is stale.

He kidnaps Sihyeon and he proposes because....because....um she likes him??? And he likes to be liked???

He is actually yandere we do get crazy scenes with him. He does give more power to Jiwon. Controlling Sihyeon becomes his new hobby.

The yandere scenes get consistently ruined by tired jokes it's a snorefest.

He thinks he's the number 1 mastermind but Jiwon is behind him pulling the strings.

....it all feels very safe and sassy.

Haha it's funny cuz of course a yandere that gets too obsessed would lose power lollll...

It gets old after like five chapters.

Sihyeon is in the gilded prison of her dreams. She's a social butterfly, so she makes lots of friends. She gets to wear the frilly dresses she has always admired. She's a noble adult woman, so after she marries she doesn't have to worry about her family much. They don't even show up. Terris never does anything unexpected and this is an "adult" book, so she has fun every day.

It's a happy and twisted ending.

All three women role play, drink, hang out and use handsome men forever.

I absolutely despise every single one of them.

They are the most unlikable protagonists I've seen this year.

#We Got Ourselves Stuck Inside an Adult Fantasy Novel #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome games #otome #otome isekai

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cafeinthemoon · 11 months

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King - Chapter VIII

Chapter VIII

Wordcount 3,8k

Title Worthy

Fandom Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Record of Ragnarok

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 🖤

Warnings: Poseidon is not a soft man; he knows how to make a girl cry

Tagging @cloveradora @the-dumber-scaramouche @mikkies @sl33py-zer0 @nooneknows8976 (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N. A.: So I really wanted a cool title for this chapter, but nothing better than this one :/

Here's something about the quake that I forgot to explain in the previous chapter's notes: the reason why the girls didn't fall in another place when they witnessed the quake right in their first day at the palace was that Proteus was there. Knowing what happens after the quakes caused by his master, he knows how to guide people through the right path and might have a way to protect them from the effects. Since reader was alone when the second quake happened, there wasn't much she could do to protect herself. The idea for these sudden changes came when I was first building my concept for the Lord of the Seas: in Greek mythology, he was an unstable and irascible man, so it would be only fair that his house fitted his temper. It's not clear if hes aware of this, but it's not hard to suppose that he uses this changes to reach his purposes, combined with his extended vision, about which he will speak in this chapter.

Hope you enjoy it :)

Also a change in the gif because... well, you'll see 😅

Nothing in that path was known to you.

The corridors – all of them shorter than the one where you met – were as blue and plain as the first one, and no doors or windows were present in them as well, making it impossible for you to try and memorize the way. Still, you couldn’t help feeling like you were walking in circles, even though your husband took different directions.

And to think that, if he hasn’t appeared at the right moment, I could be dead by now.

You were absorbed in those thoughts when Poseidon stopped in front of a door and put you down, but kept a hand on your wrist, though you would be a fool if you tried to run and take the risk of getting lost again – sometimes, not knowing what he took you for was irritating. He opened the door and, after making you enter before him, he locked it behind his back. You looked around… And found yourself in a familiar place.

He brought me to his chambers again.

You started wondering if that strange transformation in the environment was deliberated, if finding you was his final goal or if it was just a coincidence. Well, if he wanted to find you, he could’ve just sent a servant to the women’s lodge; where else did he think he could find you? But, at the same time, he didn’t seem the type who always chooses the obvious way. He didn’t use to give many explanations on his actions, but you already noticed that everything he did had a reason.

And, that time, you didn’t need to wait for too long to find it out.

Without a word, he grabbed your wrist and led you to the direction you knew the bathing area was. It was a short way, but you took the opportunity to observe the surroundings, and that’s how you noticed how clean and organized the room was: no clothes on the floor, no scent of perfume or essential oils in the air, no messed sheets upon the bed, which curtains were opened and wrapped, as if waiting for the next night; not even the small table and the bottle of contraceptive was visible beside it.

No signs of your passage were present there.

You turned your face away from the scene and tried not think about it, as you finally crossed the small corridor through which you were taken to the shower, that one where you almost drowned.

Is he going to make me bathe on it again?

Fortunately, that’s not what happened.

As you stopped before the shower, Poseidon took the shawl off your shoulders and told you to take off your shoes. He grabbed everything and put it on a place near, where the water wouldn’t reach, then led you to the bathtub area, returning to the shower and leaving you there by yourself. The air was warm, and the bathtub was already full.

Moments later, he walked after you, without his clothes and ready to enter the bathtub. You looked away when he passed by you, only seeing the moment he touched the water with the corner of your eye. When you looked again, he already had half of his body covered in water, in the same spot where he stood with you yesterday.

You took a moment to notice he was staring at you.

– Go to that shelf and bring something to me – he pointed at the shelf in question.

You went there and he indicated the line and the position of the chosen bottle. It was similar to the ones that contained the healing salts used in your previous bath there, but had an orange, creamy substance inside it, like a lotion.

You barely had the chance to observe the label to confirm its nature.

– Bring it here.

You obeyed, kneeling behind him and giving him the bottle. He opened it and gave it back to you.

– Make yourself useful and use it to massage my shoulders.

The order was clear, yet you took a second to process it: he brought you to his room just for you to do the work of a servant? Well, it was useless to argue: you were already there, and the bottle was opened; you couldn’t let him waiting, risking what was left of his patience after the unpleasing task of eliminating an insubordinate individual.

You took a generous amount of the lotion, spread it on your palms – not missing the chance to enjoy its pleasing texture – and started to work.

Somehow, it felt like you were touching his skin for the first time, for you were under a good light, entirely in control of your senses, not having to stand his glare, something that would certainly make your hands shake and interfere in your performance. With all those issues out of the way, you allowed yourself a bit of relaxation, using that time to observe your husband in a way you still haven’t the chance to do, and with that you noticed a curious detail: despite the warmth of the water, his skin didn’t turn rosy, but kept the uniformity of its pale shade, only changing in the spots where you spread the lotion; besides, he had no marks all over his back, even less on his neck; as you looked for them, your hands followed your eyes, trying to guess if there was at least the reminiscence of a scratch or a scar – but nothing could be found, and that was less impressive than scary.

He’s so fast that it’s impossible to touch him in a fight, and I can’t think of someone who’d be brave enough to get so close if he gave them the chance.

As you brought your hands to his neck, you observed something that counterbalanced this thought: his hair wasn’t entirely blond, as seen from a distance, but it had its roots in a silver shade, which changed to the evident golden. Compared to the thing about his skin, it was trivial, almost ridiculous.

Poseidon’s voice brought you back to reality.

– You are getting distracted – he casually commented – Your hands stopped.

It was true: you realized you were lost in your observations, and immediately got back to work. But that wasn’t the end of his admonition.

– Delicacy is appreciated in massaging sessions, but this is too much. Your touch is lacking strength – he glanced behind – Or are you going to tell me that this is the best you can do with these tiny hands of yours?

If your delicacy was too much for him, his provocations were too much for you. You held back a sigh of impatience, but compensated it by burying your nails on his skin.

Is this better for you?

This only caused him a chuckle.

– Ah, this is better. But do not use your nails.

You bit your lip, but said nothing in response. Apparently, there was a way to satisfy him through your aggressiveness – and that was something you preferred not to discuss. You just decided to keep the rhythm and wait until he told you to stop…

Which didn’t happen without a conversation.

– That place where I found you – Poseidon started – It is not one where your presence should be expected. I suppose you went there by accident. So, tell me, where were you trying to go?

For a second, you felt tempted to discuss the strange phenomenon that brought you to that corridor, but changed your mind and kept your answer simple.

– To the Library.

– The servants use to bring books for you at the lodge – he continued – Aren’t they entertaining enough?

You started massaging the back of his neck, your thumbs drawing circles upon his spine.

– I wasn’t looking for entertainment, my Lord.

– What were you looking for, then?

– Information.

– What kind of information? – he pressed.

– Anything that could be useful… to help me in my task.

A tense silence fell between you. You didn’t need to explain what you meant with task. In the end, Poseidon approved your attitude.

– I would not expect anything different from you – and, suddenly changing the subject, –Speaking of this, I have heard that you went to take your first meal in the company of the other girls today, and that this resulted in fabulous interactions between you. Can you speak about this to me?

You swallowed.

Just as expected, nothing stays hidden from him in this place.

– It was strange to me at first, because I’m not used to be in the company of people from multiple folks – you spoke carefully – But everything was alright in the end. The women received me well, and I had Alyssa with me, so I wouldn’t feel alone.

His response to this was a long “hm”, followed by a subtle movement of his left arm, that was resting upon the bathtub’s border: he slowly raised it from the marble, until his hand reached your cheek, his fingers caressing your skin as it started to heat up. Your hands stopped working again.

– You are always so vague whenever I try to have a proper conversation with you, my dragonet – he chuckled – What are you afraid of? Did you forget who I am to you? Or maybe you do not know how marriage works? If this is the case, let me tell you that a woman is not supposed to keep secrets from her husband.

You didn’t reply immediately. You knew that trying to use your tongue without calming yourself down would mean a problem, so you started working on this: taking a deep breath, you forced your hands to move again, this time more gently, your fingers tracing slow paths through his pale skin, as if taking care to not hurt it, even though it was impossible for you to do it. It was now less like a massage and more like a caress.

– And I suppose that this rule works for her husband as well – you started – Or are things different when a god is involved?

That time, Poseidon turned around to look inside your eyes instead of limiting himself to a glance. Fortunately for you, there wasn’t the slightest sign of irritation in them.

– I have been living for too long, girl. So much more than your human mind can conceive. Even if I tried to unveil my secrets to you, I would have to stop in the beginning, for you would never have the time nor the strength to stand them – a shadow of smile appeared on his lips – And with this I guess you already have your answer.

He still had his hand on your cheek; thinking you wouldn’t have anything more to say, he moved it away and turned his back on you again, to which you understood you had to continue your task. You did it, but that time you somehow started to experiment with it, extending your touch to his ears; you used your thumbs to massage behind them, then softly squeezed his lobes between your fingers, going through their length until you reached their pointy upper side. This provoking a surprising reaction from him: his body relaxed, and from the depths of his throat came a low, guttural sound that prolonged itself as you continued your caresses, ceasing when you moved your hands away from his ears and back to his neck and shoulders.

You frowned.

Did he just... purr?

– Are you trying to seduce me, dragonet? – he whispered – Who gave you such idea?

– I’m not trying anything in this sense, my Lord.

– Hm... You are trying to calm me down, then – he inclined his body backwards, as to make it easy for you to touch him – You want to tell me something, but felt the need to prepare my ears first, isn’t it?

Since he was giving you the chance, you decided to take it.

– I want to ask something, if possible.

– And what is it?

You took a moment before replying. That wasn’t an easy question, neither was its answer – that is, any of the answers you could give it.

And they were many.

Why did you do that to Suriah, and Melian and the others? Why did you do this to me? And Doonah? Why are you so obsessed with having all of us around you? And why the hell you need so many children who won’t live as much as yourself? Do you think it’s funny? What do you take us for? What do you know about justice, or love? Do you even care?

What you asked him, however, was much simpler.

– Poseidon-sama… Why did you marry me?

Silence. You didn’t get an immediate, verbal answer from him, but you sensed the change around you: the warmth of the air was no longer enough to bring you comfort; your hands felt a deep, growing tension in his muscles, and even his breath was inaudible now.

But I just started it, and I need this answer. I can’t stop now.

You forced your hands to keep moving.

– You said it was for your own sake, my Lord… – you continued – And that I would never stand your secrets... But if I am part of this… Then it’s not supposed to be a secret.

Strangely, saying those words put you in a state of peace that you’ve never expected to experience, though you could just be silenced regardless of your honesty and the validity of your inquiring. It calmed your heart and gave you the courage to face whatever your husband was preparing as a response.

And this is what he had for you.

– From time to time, I use to extend my vision to the outsides of my kingdom, to be aware of the changes in the other worlds, and to figure out some things that would escape my messengers’ understanding – you still had your hands upon his shoulders; you sensed a slight movement on them as the story followed – Though my apparitions in Midgard became a rarity, I still include it in my examinations, for you are not like the other folks: you cannot stay for too long without supervision.

You didn’t know if you should be flattered or offended by this: having your kind separated from others by a god’s vision was something unique, but the reasons for this might destroy one’s fantasies about it. On the other hand, you had to admit that humans weren’t the most reliable creatures, and given how they’ve treated the oceans all over their existence, it’d be hard to expect a different attitude from the god who ruled over them.

– It was during an ordinary day of observations that my thoughts stopped at your homeland and discovered the women of your time, and among all of them they fixated themselves in you – he explained – Once it happened, I decided I needed to bring you to my domains. And here you have your answer.

More silence. You waited to see what would happen next, but Poseidon didn’t say anything more than this. You bit your lip.

He desired and took me, and that’s all? He really thinks I’m a fool.

You moved your hands away from his body, laying them on your lap. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by him, but no reaction came from his part.

Your voice was heard, almost a whisper.

– Is this everything?

You closed your mouth and instantly felt like you provoked the sea, for it came to swallow you in the shape of a man who refused to believe you had the nerve to say those words.

The bathtub’s water became choppy and spread with a growing roar when he turned to you, rising out of the tank and soaking your legs and the hem of your dress. At the same time, he leaned his hands on the marble, but kept himself on the tub, in a way that reminded you of a mermaid luring a sailor to death. The fact that you had the Lord of all mermaids in this position, and that, unlike a sailor, you had no experience in the sea, only made things more terrifying.

– Yes, this is everything you need to know, little dragonet – he leaned closer to you as he spoke; his voice was sweet, but his words were pure ice; you glanced down and noticed his right hand moving from the marble and reaching for your thigh – I saw you there, desired you and took you for myself, and I did not need any more reasons for this. There is no secret in it, and I am not sorry for disappointing you in this sense. If humans are always seeking for mysteries where there is none, I am not the one to blame.

You opened your mouth, but closed it again: no words would serve as response for what you just heard. And, well, in reality, nothing passed your lips because your mind stopped working, and your body started acting by itself.

And that’s why you never saw how exactly you did that and why, later, you would find yourself unable to recall it: in one moment, you felt a bubbling inside your stomach, and your entire body started trembling; in the next, all of this stopped, and you saw your left hand raising and moving forward. After this, you only remembered a persistent burning on your palm and your cheeks soaked in tears.

When you raised your eyes to your husband, through your blurry sight you noticed him touching his own face in incredulity, and you swore there was a reddish mark on it. You covered your mouth with your hands.

Is this what I think t is? Did I just… slap him?

Whatever the explanation your mind could give you for the scene, as soon as you saw Poseidon’s hand moving away from his cheek and his glare turning to you, you knew it wouldn’t matter. Yes, no sign of the dark shade appeared in his eyes when you looked into them, but you wouldn’t stay there and wait to see what he would do after experiencing what was probably the worst example of the human audacity in centuries.

You were still kneeling on the floor; you tried to force your body to stand up and move away… but soon you realized you were unable to do it: the water, mixed with soap and lotions, eliminated the friction between your body and the floor, so when you turned to leave, you just manged to slip and fall on your stomach before you could go too far. At the same time, a strong hand made you turn on your back, closing around your leg, and you were pulled back to the bathtub’s edge.

You saw yourself laying on the floor, your dress clinging on your back, your hair floating on the water around your head. Besides, your feet were now passing over the tub’s edge, so that you would never find balance to move and leave your spot. And you had no time to think of anything else, because Poseidon was now leaving the tub and putting himself over you. The air escaped your lungs, and you shut your eyes tight, just waiting for death…

However, it didn’t come.

A hot breath touched your neck, and the voice of your husband reached your ear in a harsh whisper.

– Still, regarding the entire time you stood with me yesterday… – his lips brushed your lobe – You seemed far from disappointed.

You gasped. Your face burned with shame, because deep inside you knew he was right: when you met him, you were impressed, and when he showed himself to you, you admired, desired and accepted him as a man – and you ended up exhausted, but satisfied. That was how you remembered things; that was your truth. And something like this could never stay hidden from the sharp eyes of the god you had before you.

But the hardest part was that Poseidon wouldn’t miss the chance to have fun with it.

– But if you really want one more reason, here you have it – he chuckled; you felt his hand playing with the soaked hem of your dress, lifting it and exposing your thighs – You are a really entertaining creature, human... Keeping you is worthy...

Worthy?

Something stirred inside you at the sound of that word. You gathered courage and opened your eyes, only to find your husband staring back at your embarrassed traits. You looked into them, hoping to find something that explained the use of that word, but Poseidon was clearly better than you in keeping secrets, so the only thing you saw there was desire.

The same desire I perceived when he approached me for the first time.

– Why the surprise, dragonet? – he brought his hand to your face, and his fingers traced a line through your cheek, descending until they found your neck and closed themselves around it – Don’t you find it strange that I still did not eliminate you after everything you have done? That I did not cut off your hand after what you just did? Or did not burn your tongue for the things you said at the dinning room?

You didn’t reply. Still holding your neck, he brought his lips closer to yours.

– I like to keep what is mine intact – he gave you a brief kiss on your mouth – There is no use in breaking you... Especially when I just discovered this strength in your little hands…

It wasn’t hard to guess what was going to happen now.

With his thumb, he separated your lips, and his tongue he found its way into your mouth. It wasn’t too long until he extended his passionate gestures to your chin, your cheeks, your neck and collar, and for his hands to find a chance to free you from your soaking dress. You weren’t left without reaction, though: joining the kiss with a similar enthusiasm, you started to use your hands in him as well, caressing the spot you just slapped, touching the golden strands of his hair falling around his face, and even reaching for his ears, just to see his body’s response during love making.

And it was as intense as you could expect: he didn’t wait a single second to take you to him, tightening you in his arms, pressing your body under his, against the floor.

It’s like watching the sea falling over me.

In the middle of this, your regained your voice. And, as expected, to gather one more reason that would make your husband punish you if he had no regard for your integrity.

– There’s no use in breaking me, my Lord… but you rejoyce in breaking my spirit, right?

You closed your eyes, and the last thing you remembered was his voice making you a question that might have come from his mouth or your own mind.

– Is your spirit this easy to break?

Chapter 9

#snv poseidon #ror poseidon #poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #ror poseidon x reader #snv x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon #record of ragarok poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie poseidon x reader #record of ragnarok poseidon x reader #poseidon snv #poseidon ror

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Do you have any theories as to why Thor describes himself and Loki as both being eight in that snake story? That line always takes me out. I can't make it make sense. Thanks.

I really only have the one: Loki and Thor were raised as twins.

And the WAY that Frigga and Odin got away with THAT is. Ha.

I've got two ideas, (both of which I want to explore in more detail in a fic at some point):

Jotuns age a little faster than Asgardians, so Loki being 1053 is the same as being 1500 as an Aesir. Odin then lied to Loki about his actual birth date until Thor 1 and raised them as twins, Loki being the younger, but it was fine because BIOLOCIALLY they were about the same age anyway so the discrepancy was fine.

If this is what happened, then the Jotun/Asgardian war was about 400 years long and Thor and Frigga were hidden that entire time so Frigga could BS her way through a "Yes it was twins" without too much trouble. Who's going to counter it? The servants attending Frigga were sworn to secrecy and Loki was hidden from the public until he and Thor looked enough of the same age that it was passable. They blamed Loki's lack of public appearance on sickness instead of literal house arrest.

Could potentially explain why Loki feels perpetually locked up, because even if Loki was young, being hidden away as a kid constantly would be something that would impact you as an adult. Also give him major trust issues about his memories.

OR.

(and this is the one that I find much worse personally), but Loki and Thor were raised as twins. Loki does not age differently than Aesir. He is the equivalent of about 17-20 in Thor 1 and Thor is 20-24. Loki is told he is 20-24 and assumes that this must be true because it's not like he remembers to dispute it. Loki does not know that he is significantly biologically younger than Thor.

Again, Loki is kept from the public until he looks old enough to pass as Thor's twin brother, if sickly, and Asgard accepts this as fact.

Thor 1 happens. Loki then learns that he's Laufey's son and does some rapid math. He is not Thor's twin brother. In fact, he is about 400 years younger than he was told. If Loki and Thor were raised as twins, it would make them competing for the throne make a little more sense and Frigga and Odin hiding this from him just that much worse.

Anyway, so the point is that Thor doesn't always remember that, oh yeah, we are, uh, not the same age because he grew up with that habit and just said that because for most of their life, Thor and Loki thought they were the same age anyway.

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That said, the ACTUAL reason this is in the movie is because:

link to article

But this age discrepancy actually isn't Chris Hemsworth's fault, amazingly. To my knowledge, Loki and Thor were not actually confirmed to have any gap between them throughout the Thor films. That was something we as an audience just inferred. In fact, I've seen people do 1 year and 2 and 3. I typically do 4, to match the centuries between them. So like, it's kind of an iffy thing to begin with.

INFINTY WAR is actually where the inconsistencies start. Thor says "you know, I'm 1500 years old..." and then the entire audience is scrambling for an explanation. This is also the first movie that Hela is said to be Thor's half-sister. (As far as Ragnarok is concerned, from what I can remember, it has been a minute, she and Thor are full-blood siblings.)

The infinity War writers apparently didn't double-check any of this against Ragnarok, which is vaguely funny to me given that Infinity War opens with the aftermath of Ragnarok.

So the story's ages actually work perfectly fine in Ragnarok. It's after you watch Infinity War that things start to backpedal. Which fun fact, I joined MCU in like June of 2017 or something, so by the time I actually got around to writing fic and thinking about this, Infinity War had already come out so I just assumed that the lack of an age gap was ignorance on Ragnarok's fault. But Loki and Thor being twins makes the most sense to me, not just with Ragnarok, but a lot of other things add up in that direction as well.

(but i cannot trust MCU to stick to basic facts like how old a character is. Wanda has had the same problem, where they bumped up her age by 5-6 years for WandaVision (and retconned her and Pietro's origin story ). And Natasha. and Steve. And Bucky and-- oh my gosh someone please just write this down for the writers)

#loki #thor #thor meta #loki meta #ragnarok meta #anti mcu ish #hela #ragnarok #snake story #odin's a+ parenting #loki and odin #loki and frigga #thor 1 #iw #loki and thor being twins #answered #anon

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jellyjutsukeisen · 8 months

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FAIRY TAIL OC #2:

Karina Moonstar

Karina Moonstar, also known as the 'The Lady', is the most feared and power deity of all beings. There are many myths and folktales about her, but the most famous (and closest to the truth) is the story of Karina, who was an abandoned and rejected star from the sky, raised by animals and creatures of the woods with no human interactions. People called her the boogeyman of the woods, the witch and beast of the greens, therefore nobody ever dared to go through the forest. Not understanding why people hated her, Karina just wanted to be like the other humans and make friends.

One day, a young man dared to step into the forest (as a dare by his friends) but got lost very soon and remained in the cold, dark forest till nighttime. Scared, but mastered all his courage, he tried to find his way back when he stumbled upon the "beast" of the woods, Karina. He dropped his cheap-made sword and reach his hand to the girl. That moment, marked the greatest, most warm, and most generous love ever been told.

And like most beautiful stories, this also had a tragic end... The villagers found out the boy's frequent visit to the woods, and even his relationship with Karina.

They locked up the boy in the dungeon and tortured him, accusing him of treason and betrayal to the kingdom. Finding out, Karina desperately came to his aid and raided the kingdom with animals (not killing anybody) and saved him, retreating to the woods. People started hunting her down, burning down the forest and killing the animals.

Confused, heartbroken and scared, Karina was only able to hold the boy in her arms protectively, but soon ran out to try and save the forest and stop the humans with words of sincerity, but nothing worked. She was shot at by every men present. But the bullets never reached her as she was shielded by the body of her lover. Bloody, he only smiled at her; "I love you... I will love you in every chance I get to live again... You are my everything, Karina... so please,... find me in the future..."

He died in her arms, and as the villagers raided to attack her, Karina let out the biggest and loudest scream/cry/roar anybody has ever heard, ripping her mouth wider (causing the scar across her cheeks) and with only her roar she killed everyone, and destroyed the village and the forest. She was the only one remaining with her dead lover in her arms, and with menacing, yet sad and teary eyes, she stared down at him and promised "I will love you forever, nobody else- not even your next life- ONLY YOU! ONLY YOU, JERALD!"

2,000 years later....

Karina, 'The Lady', the first of the 10 Wizard Saints, the creator of lacrima and magic power, the Queen of Magic.

The Invincible Dragon.

Karina Facts:

~She is a very twisted and menacing person, who does not hesitate to kill.

~She is way too goofy for her level of power, and very unserious and unbothered. (Thinking about it, she is lowkey a female Gojo XD).

~Karina was the first to join Stella's team after the time skip.

~Karina is a dragon and her magic is Maker Magic called Magic Maker: Different ancient marks of different magic types appear on her body which she can combine; for example the symbol of fire magic and air magic appears on her body= Fire tornado, hot wind, fire wind etc.

~Due to her Maker Magic, she is always eager to (sometimes teasingly) coach Gray (but mainly seriously, which Gray does reject, but would take her advice to face value and use them).

~Her jaw can still open very wide, especially when she releases her dragon form.

~Being the most powerful, she barely uses her magic, and usually retreats to a wooden sword (left behind by her lover) and a golden bow 'n arrow (into which she concentrates her magic power to make the blow stronger).

~The strongest Wizard Saint, also known as the 'Godmother of the Council' by most royal servants.

~Her past lover's name was Jerald Ferdinando. He has been reborn 4 times, each time Karina has fell in love with him (even if refusing), but always pushed him away or was (almost always) killed, which only deepened the scars around her heart even more. For the fifth time, he was reborn as Jellal Fernandes.

~Their theme song would be 'One That Got Away' by Katy Perry.

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When it comes to future endgame couples, certain arguments are continually brought up.

Argument 1: If Gwyn and Az were mates, he would have known it after meeting her or spending time with her.

Counter-argument: Feyre had no idea that Rhys was her Mate even after they kissed for the first time. Lucien was convinced Jesminda was his mate even after her death though that ended up being false. Rowan only suspected Aelin was his Mate after he bit her and even then he tried to convince himself it wasn't true as he thought his murdered lover was his Mate.

Different situations prevent different Fae from being receptive to their bond. If they are hung up on a past love, if they are not mentally in the right place as they're struggling with something else, these things get in the way of them seeing what's in front of them.

Az spent centuries believing Mor was his Mate and just as Rowan was clueless to what was right in front of him when Aelin first came around, the same could be said of Az.

Argument 2: Elain wants nothing to do with Lucien and she shrinks away from him.

Counter-argument:

Feyre with Rhys:

I tried to fight him, his grip was firm as he grasped my wrists and pried my hands from my face.

His touch was like a brand, and I flinched, yielding a step.

“We made a bargain,” Rhysand said. I flinched as he brushed a stray lock of my hair from my face.

If I’d had the strength, I would have leaped on him and ripped him apart. “You’re a disgusting bastard.”

I hated him as I clung to him, I hated him with my entire heart—

Nesta with Cassian:

“Stop following me. Stop trying to haul me into your happy little circle. Stop doing all of it.”

“I’ve made my thoughts clear enough on what I want from you.”

“Your Solstice present.” “I don’t want one.”“I don’t want anything from you.”

After months and months of nothing, of barely seeing her at all.

Elide and Lorcan:

She hadn’t offered him a parting word,

Elide didn’t bother responding

Elide straightened. “I don’t want anything.” From you.

Indeed, Lorcan took one look at Elide and Gavriel and left the dining room. They’d barely spoken these weeks. Elide hadn’t known what to even say.

And Elide … She’d made herself scarce often enough that Lorcan hadn’t bothered to approach her.

Argument 3: Elain wants Az and Az wants Elain.

Counter-argument: Feyre also wanted Tamlin at one point. Az wanted Mor. Aelin wanted Dorian, then Chaol, then Rowan. What a character wants at any moment in the series is not always what they will want later. Until two characters declare "Mine" or "Forever", anything can change. Not to mention in ACOFAS, Elain didn't want ANY Male. She wanted a Man. If as the story progresses she can change her mind on that, than it can change again.

All we truly know about what they want with one another is a physical encounter. Elain is willing to kiss Az and Az, in his own words, has not thought of Elain beyond his sexual fantasies. That is not a confession of wanting forever. Yes Az questions the Cauldron but that is not him saying "I want Elain as my Mate because I love her". All he said was "how are my brothers Mated to two sisters and I was left out of the equation?" Feyre and Nesta could have had any third sister and his statement would have been valid for them too.

Argument 4: Elain is too different from Jesminda. "Jesminda had been all laughter and mischief, too wild and free to be contained by the country life that she’d been born into."

Counter-argument: Lucien said this while Elain was severely depressed. Jesminda wouldn't even be like Jesminda if she had just gone through what Elain did. He also knew her for a total of 2 minutes and was struggling with his guilt over betraying the memory of Jesminda.

However, this is Elain when she's not depressed:

She had come alive here, and her joy was infectious. There wasn’t a servant or gardener who didn’t smile at her,

Two in the morning, and yet the party was showing no signs of slowing. Elain was laughing among a circle of beautiful friends, flushed and brilliant

“My sister Elain can convince anyone to do anything with a few smiles.”

“You should come with me,” Elain went on. “Nesta won’t go, because she says she doesn’t want to risk the sea crossing, but you and I … Oh, we’d have fun, wouldn’t we?”

Elain had always wanted to visit the continent

Elain—who sighed and murmured, “I hope they all burn in Hell.

Elain’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Nesta wouldn’t appreciate the joke.”

Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

“The new Amren is even crankier than the old one,” Elain said softly.

Elain enjoys parties, socializing, can convince others to do pretty much anything based off her personality alone, wants to travel and has a good sense of humor. That sounds a lot like the kind of female Lucien appreciates.

Argument 5: Feyre and Nesta were angry towards their Mates at first and Elain just hides from Lucien. It's not the same thing.

Counter-argument: Elain is extremely different from her sisters and we can't expect her to act the same as they did. Canonically she does not express anger often and holds more tightly to manners than they do. She also avoids things that are difficult for her. I'm sure we'll see this change (as we've already seen hints of in SF) but the way she acts towards Lucien is going to be different. Not to mention she's the only of the three who was in love with someone when she realized she had a bond with someone else.

And: But Elain blinked slowly. “You were in Hybern.” “Yes.” It was all he could say. “You betrayed us.” He wished she’d shoved him out the window behind her. “It—it was a mistake.” Her eyes went frank and cold. “I was to be married in a few days.”

That looks like Elain showing anger to me.

Argument 6: Elain is happy in the Night Court because she said so and already has friends.

Counter-argument: "she had purpose, and joy, and friends: those two half-wraiths who worked in Rhysand’s household. But those things had always come easily to her sister. Had always made Elain special."

Elain building a life for herself in the Night Court is not special to the Night Court. That's who Elain is. Stick her in a run down cottage and she'll look back on it with fondness. Take her away from the place she was happiest and ready to be married? She'll find new things to enjoy. That's just her. And like Feyre told Rhys she was fine at the start of ACOMAF, that she accepted her future as Tamlin's wife, that didn't mean it's truly how she felt. She tried to convince herself it was enough but it was never going to be enough. Elain claiming she's part of the Night Court in someone else's book doesn't have to actually mean it's fact. Especially when there are way more hints suggesting she doesn't actually belong there.

Argument 7: Gwyn would be too sheltered for Az's "freaky" nature, especially because of what she went through.

Counter-argument: There are a huge amount of BDSM authors who have done extensive research on SA survivors and the healing nature of BDSM relationships. We don't even know what "freak" means to SJM but regardless, when a partner is committed to creating a safe environment for their partner, nothing has to be off limits. It's about building trust and replacing those bad memories with positive ones in an environment they have control over.

Argument 8: Az and Elain are the healthiest SJM couple to date.

Counter-argument:

Wrong- it was so wrong.

he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things

What of Mor, Az?”. Azriel ignored the question.

Azriel said nothing. He hadn’t gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to.

I'm not sure what the criteria being used for a healthy relationship is but avoiding important conversations, admitting you think the person doesn't really know who you are and saying you haven't thought of a future with them beyond sex are definitely not what I'd consider healthy.

We really have no idea what SJM will do. I personally feel like she's leaning towards Az / Gwyn and Elain / Lucien but the point is, no arguments really hold up for why they couldn't end up together.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #pro gwynriel #gwynriel #acotar mates

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vanderboom relationship headcanons

focus characters: albert, rose, frank, and leonard

warnings: a little swearing, angst, death, abusive tendencies, albert

quick timeline dump: leonard was probably between 2 and 4 years old in 1895 (when his parents married), marking his birth between 1891 and 1893. this made him between 11 and 13 when his parents died in 1904. when rose was born in 1909, he was between 16 and 18, and when he went off to war in 1914, she was 5, ad he was between 21 and 23. frank was born in 1885, meaning that he was 11 when his mother died in 1896. he was freed in 1924 when he was 39, rose was 15, and leonard was between 31 and 33. all of this is canon.

anyway, after the deaths of his family members, albert absolutely PURGED the vanderboom home of any evidence of its old inhabitants. he locked away emma's paintings, got rid of toys, and boarded up entire rooms. much of the deceased vanderbooms' belongings were either destroyed, or left collecting dust in one of the many locked rooms of the home. albert kept the house very heavily restricted, and it was very hard for anyone residing in the house (leonard and rose) to end up somewhere he didn't want them to be.

i don't see a lot of people talking about this, but albert raised leonard for ten years, and there's no evidence that they had any sort of close connection. however, albert kept him alive, and he didn't seem to harm him directly, so there's that. my headcanon is that he used leonard as something of an errand boy/servant, using him to help build the machine that would bring rose into the world, all the while keeping him in the dark about everything.

leonard could have been a very good influence on rose. he was always a really cheerful child, fond of music and stories, and he would have imparted that onto her. he lost some of his cheerfulness after the deaths of his parents, but he was still kindhearted and passionate. however, albert did not like leonard and rose spending time together, and he quickly became jealous of any affection his young daughter showed toward his nephew. eventually, albert's jealousy became too intense, and he made excuses to keep leonard away from rose (chores, etc). as such, the two children spent very little time together.

however, leonard left his mark here and there. he made some paper flowers for rose when she was little, which ended up decorating her room later. when he wasn't busy helping albert somehow and he had a moment to himself, he would sneak out to the woods behind the house (where he'd hidden the family record player and some records before albert cleared the house out) and dance his heart out to the songs he used to listen to with his parents. rose would later find the record player and keep it.

rose was only five years old when leonard left for the war. it wasn't hard for her to forget him and supress most of the memories she had of him because of how young she was, and albert was quick to hide most of the evidence that he had existed.

i think i should take a moment to further specify just how sheltered rose was. canonically, we see no friends or family (other than her father) in her life until much, much later. i believe that albert was an extremely loving father towards rose (see this post + he calls her birth "the greatest achievement of [his] life" in TPW), but he was definitely an unhealthy parent, and i believe he tried to "protect" her in his own way—by keeping her away from the ignorant and cruel outside world. hell, when leonard was younger, he was allowed to go to the city and play with the local boys and stay with them, but he was absolutely forbidden from even sharing any of that with rose. her father didn’t want him “tainting” her mind with stories of the outside world.

side note, the isolated nature of the vanderboom home makes me wonder if rose ever even saw any sort of settlement or city before she was an adult. i imagine that one would have to row across the lake to pick up food/groceries/other necessities, making me think that albert would make a monthly trip and return with a bunch of goods. this will be important later.

regardless of all of this, albert and rose were very close. she acted as his assistant for much of their time together, and he cherished the presence of the first person who truly seemed to unconditionally love and understand him. he would often give her animal bone/tooth carvings, some of his sketches to decorate her room with, and taxidermy butterflies in boxes (yes, i will do more hcs of these two. lmk if you want me to tag you in my hc posts).

anyway, according to the game, leonard returned home in 1918?? so i guess i have to work around that. leonard came home heavily drugged on painkillers, and albert fixed him up. he spent much time in isolation in a small room downstairs, recovering from his lost leg and the visions he had. these visions triggered a mental breakdown within him, and left him reevaluating much of his life. leonard (now between 25 and 27 years old) asked about rose, and albert made it very clear that he was not to go anywhere near her. realizing that the situation was hopeless and wanting to be as far away from that awful place as possible, leonard packed up and moved to the city. rose had no idea that he was even alive at this point, and she wouldn't find out until much later.

when she turned ten, weird things started happening to rose. she would feel a presence when there wasn't one, and she started to beome even more curious. one day, when albert left to get goods from wherever, she explored.. and found the ouija board and william's spirit, who tasked her with his project.

sometimes rose would try to use the ouija board to communicate with the spirits in her family, but william was always there and would overpower the rest, telling her to find the timepieces or sacrifices. sometimes he’d give her something like “BRAIN”, but she wouldn't know what to do with that. one time, she took the brain of a cadaver her father had and brought it to the ouija board, but william would not accept it.

one day in 1924 when rose was 15, albert left again to get things for the home, which needed some repairs. during this time, she found frank, who was 39, very malnourished, and mute due to the impact of his fall. rose had no clue who he was at first, but curiosity won her over (this was the first person other than her father that she could truly remember), and she took him inside to fix up. frank healed quickly as a result of drinking the immortal dog’s urine (lol), and when rose found some paper for him to write to her on, he explained who he was and what happened.

frank was incredibly knowledge-hungry and intelligent, and he started reading and poking around while rose contemplated all that she had just learned. she was more intrigued than particularly sympathetic to frank's plight, and due to her fascination with this new person in her life, she agreed to help him hide from her father.

this worked for a while. throughout his time in hiding, frank and rose learned sign language. they grew pretty close, bonded by their uniqueness and their fucked up family. however, when rose was around 16 years old, frank saw an opportunity, snuck out of his hiding place, and killed albert.

some complications began here. rose understood why frank did it, and she knew her father deserved it, but she did not exactly condone it. she didn’t stop frank, though. this would obviously put a subconscious rift between the cousins—rose was still young when the man she freed and helped to get back on his feet killed the most important person in her life, so any resentment there is understandable. she didn't hate him, but things were tense. frank appreciated her help and felt a little bad, but he'd do it all again.

rose watched in silence as frank dug a grave for albert in the family cemetary and buried him there. then, the cousins wrote to leonard, who they discovered was still around, and asked him to come. reluctantly, he did, and he was pleased to hear that albert was dead. he found that this was an opportunity to rebuild the vanderboom family and find answers.

frank remembered leonard better than leonard did frank (as he was older), but everything before frank’s fall was a bit cloudy. therefore, virtually their only connection other than blood was through rose and a mutual hatred of albert. still, this was a strong enough foundation for them. leonard did not know sign language, so frank began carrying around a chalkboard to write on while he learned, and rose would occasionally interpret as well.

oof, i don't envy leonard and rose. when they were young, they were the only children around, so they each saw the other as the sibling they never had. but as adults, they discovered they actually were (half) siblings. it's surreal. rose reminded leonard of his mother, but he still felt some uneasiness about her origins. he knew it wasn't her fault, but he couldn't really help it. he instead tried to redirect that anger towards albert, the man who orphaned and then raised him while having the audacity to lie to him the whole time.

leonard went out to the forest to see if his old record player was there. it was, and he and frank brought it inside. rose told him that she found it, and he explained that he had left it out there to keep it safe from albert. they turned it on, and for the first time in decades, the vanderboom home was filled with music.

leonard loved dancing as a boy. however, it frustrated him that he couldn't move as easily as he used to be able to because lost his leg. he was a more bitter man with his injury and the knowledge of albert’s crimes, and rose trying to help him dance initially angered him. however, when he calmed himself down, he decided to give it a try. she had to support him a lot, and they tripped several times, but eventually they managed a steady sway. he was grateful, and he began to improve both on his own and with rose over time. getting back one of his passions helped him heal and made him a much happier man.

frank saw rose and leonard’s connection through dancing, and he got it in his head to offer her a dance as an olive branch. it was kind of her and leonard’s thing, but she agreed. eventually, it became something they could all share together. soon, many nights were spent dancing, listening to leonard's stories of the outside world, and laughing to the dramatic sign language jokes frank did to make his cousins laugh. the vanderbooms were no ordinary family, not anymore (and perhaps not ever), but at least they were a family again in the first place.

#ahh sorry about this it's a mess #i had fun writing tho. i just love these three #rose vanderboom #frank vanderboom #leonard vanderboom #leonard vanderboom headcanons (mine)#albert vanderboom #rose vanderboom headcanons (mine)#frank vanderboom headcanons (mine)#albert vanderboom headcanons (mine)#albert sucks major ass #my headcanons #rusty lake #cube escape #rusty lake roots #tw swearing

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Three new CEs are added to the summoning pool, featuring Kairi Sisigou from Apocrypha, Kariya Matou from Zero, and Zouken Matou from Stay Night. The first two are presumably replacements for the current two that feature them, while the Zouken one is new.

Two new Servants are added, those being Hassan of the Shining/Bright Star (Assassin, 4 star) and Marie Antoinette Alter (Avenger, 5 star). They are respectively permanent and story locked.

For the first time in two years, two (!) Servants have been given animation updates, those two being Jeanne d'Arc (Ruler) and Jeanne d'Arc Alter (Avenger).

#Fate/Grand Order #fgo news #fgo spoilers #I'm still so fucking ecstatic at seeing ani updates again #maybe there is hope for new interludes again

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The Man and the Golden Gift

[ Amor • Aemond x Psyche • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, oral sex, smut, angst, violence, trauma, mourning, description of murder and wounds ]

Series & Characters Moodboard Lady Walford Moodboard Gothic & Horror Sensual Moodboard

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Next chapters: Masterlist

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He was unable to explain to Criston what he felt as he pulled the mask from his face in front of the King and saw the realisation in his eyes that justice has finally reached him.

He was sure he was smiling broadly when, before he could get anything out of him, his dagger slashed his throat, ruby thick blood beginning to flow from his wound onto his blue, gold embroidered robe.

He clutched at the place of the cut, got up from the table and fell over, choking, probably trying to call out to his guards, but all that came out of his mouth was a grunt. He stood over him and watched him die, his pupils slowly became empty as the life drained out of him.

He wanted to wait another week until the troops they were waiting for arrived near the city, but after what his future wife had done, he could not wait.

He was furious because she reacted to the sight of his face, of his scar just as he had feared, because he desired her, because he needed her, and she now abhorred him, could not even look at him.

He knew this would happen, but he felt pain and disappointment anyway.

He thought that what she felt at the sight of him didn't matter − he had already decided that their marriage would not only be purely physical but also political, and although he hadn't shared his plans with his lords, even if he wanted to he wouldn't be able to bear the presence of another woman beside him.

He had united with her through death, grief and blood.

They had long been one.

The nuptials were a mere formality.

Having performed his miraculous act of revenge, he put his mask back on and left the chamber as if nothing had happened, knowing he had little time. He found the ghosts who were involved in his plan and instructed them to spread the word that it had begun.

Criston at the head of his army appeared at the walls of his city within hours, at the same time panic had set in in the fortress − the guards knew that one of the ghosts had killed the King, but they did not know which one because they all looked almost identical.

The first battles began, bloody and brutal − his men, his befriended servants, the ghosts and the guards murdering anyone who fell into their hands.

He did, however, instruct them not to enter Lord Walford's daughter's chamber and to lock up his son.

They succeeded in accomplishing what he had done eight years before, which was to have the effect of surprise; no one was prepared for the King to be betrayed by his own ghost − they no longer knew whom to trust, and the royal guard and army were looking for guilty parties among themselves, unable to put up any real resistance to them.

Long hours passed like minutes, and when at last he stepped into the chamber where his father had deliberated with his advisors years ago, the lords and his allies were already waiting for him.

The fortress had been conquered, their armies were taking over the city.

It was done.

He took off his mask and threw it on the table, feeling free, feeling relieved, feeling satisfied. All those present bowed before him and called him their King, he, however, was thinking of only one thing.

"Bring the daughter of this traitor here."

As she entered the room, led by Criston, he was struck by the fact that her hair was loose, on her body apart from a thin nightgown only a robe tied at her waist. He felt his heart beat harder in excitement as she looked up at his face, fearless, emotionless, confident.

He knew that she was not afraid of death.

That if he decided to end her life, she would accept it with peace of mind.

She was a walking dignity.

"How dare you look straight into the face of your King, traitor!" Shouted one of the lords loyal to him, snapping him out of his reverie as he tried to grab her arm − he furrowed his brow, seeing this, feeling discomfort.

She was his.

"Don't touch her." He said coolly, warningly, with no intention of repeating himself. The man froze, looking at him over his shoulder in disbelief, pointing his finger at her.

"She should be searched immediately, Your Grace. She may be hiding a dagger in her sleeves, we do not know what she will do." He said with certainty in his voice, his gaze directed at her again, her face expressing absolutely nothing.

"Leave us alone. Immediately."

"But, my King…" He heard Ser Criston's voice, but he glanced at him with such a look that he only swallowed. He nodded, leaving first, followed by the other men, who walked hesitantly behind him, looking at Walford's daughter with distrust and displeasure.

The door closed behind them at last and they were left alone.

They stared at each other in silence − his lips pressed together at the thought that he no longer saw the fire and tenderness in her gaze that he had seen over the past few weeks, that he now disgusted her.

What she thought of him didn't matter, however, he still felt a humiliating sense of disappointment.

What had he expected?

He hummed after a moment, deciding he would get to the point, running his fingers along the table top, not wanting to waste either his or her time.

"I understand your disappointment and your grief. In truth, I have procrastinated too long, but I did it with our future in mind. I wanted the takeover of the throne to proceed without…unnecessary disruption and, as if to put it, dramatism." He said calmly, wanting to briefly explain the whole situation to her.

He expected questions from her, but she said nothing; she stood on the other side of the table with her hands folded in front of her, upright and proud, looking at him calmly. He licked his lips in irritation, wondering if she was trying to get him off balance.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"Is he dead?"

He blinked and snorted under his breath, amused to hear how indifferent and soft her voice was, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the thought that, as he had suspected, her father's death had not particularly bothered her.

"I killed him a few minutes after I left your chamber." He said lightly, cocking his head to the side as he watched her reaction, however her face remained equally calm, as if this information had made no impression on her.

"How?" She asked with emphasis, as if she expected him to do the right thing and he licked his lips at the thought.

"I cut his throat." He hummed with delight, recalling the scene, that wonderful, sweet feeling of achieving the revenge he had so dreamed of. She lowered her gaze, as if musing for a moment, and then raised her eyes to him again, her brow furrowed slightly.

"Good. What about my brother?" She asked firmly, a note of threat in her voice from which he tightened his lips.

"He's in a safe place."

"I want to see him."

His lips twitched in a dangerous grin and he squinted, looking at her watchfully.

If she thought she was going to put conditions on him, she was wrong.

"You'll see him once we get everything settled."

Her look changed, her eyes got bigger − he could see the surprise in her gaze, as if she had no idea what he meant.

He felt irritation at the thought that she had already forgotten what she herself had asked him to do, and what he had promised her.

"We need to discuss the details of our nuptials and coronation in the coming days. They should take place as soon as possible." He said dryly, looking away from her towards the flames, feeling his heart pounding fast, unable to bear the humiliation if her reaction was as he feared.

"I don't expect your pity. I will not tell anyone about what has happened between us, I will spare myself this humiliation. Send me back to the monastery or wherever you see fit." She said with a kind of weariness from which he felt a tightness in his throat − he looked at her shocked, not believing what he had heard.

Send me back to the monastery or wherever you see fit.

She did not want to be his wife.

She didn't want to be his queen.

She didn't want to be his.

"Are you that disgusted with me?" He asked furiously, clenching his hand into a fist, feeling a squeeze in his heart and discomfort in his stomach, unable to contain the terrible, hot feeling of disappointment that shook his muscles.

She looked at him in disbelief, her lips parted in surprise and suddenly she laughed pearly − he felt his lower lip tremble at the thought that she was mocking him.

"With you? I'm disgusted with myself." She said touching her hand to her chest.

"I believed you like a naive little child. Aren't you tired of lying?" She asked with a pain, sadness and regret that made him breathe loudly, looking at her with wide eyes.

He stood up suddenly, roused by some brutal, sharp feeling that surged through his body, and after a moment he was in front of her, his large, rough hand clamped down on her slender, soft neck − she drew in air loudly, looking at him helplessly, grabbing his wrist, however, not trying to defend herself.

"Lying?" He hissed furiously, aggressively lifting the material of her robe and chemise in a swift motion, his free hand pressing between her thighs, he heard her squirm in terror and surprise.

He sighed quietly in relief as he felt her sticky moisture under his fingers, teasing her pearl with slow movements, his hand rising from her neck to her cheeks and cupping it, forcing her to look at him.

"That's what you call a lie? Hm?" He growled enraged, his fingertips rubbing her with an increasingly loud, wet click of her juices − she mewled helplessly, surprised as he slid two fingers deep into her tight, fleshy insides, his manhood throbbed hard in his breeches as he felt her clench around him.

"Don't you want this? Do you want me to stop? Come on, fucking get it out of you." He hissed, grabbing her hair, pressing his forehead against hers, looking directly into her eyes, wanting to read anything from them − her pupils were dilated, her gaze clouded, her cheeks flushed with exertion and emotion, her wonderfully plump and shiny lips slightly parted.

He sped up, sliding his fingers in and out of her faster and faster, pressing and kneading intensely on the spot inside her from which quiet, helpless whimpers erupted from her throat.

"− ask your husband, tell him what you want − come on, you know I'll give you fucking everything −" He growled almost in despair, wanting nothing more than for her to tell him that she still wanted him, that she wasn't disgusted by him, that she still believed, as he did, that they were the same, that they were made for each other by the gods, that they were one.

He felt her hands tighten on his tunic, her hips begin to respond to his treatments.

"− please, husband − please, tell me you didn't plan this −" She mumbled out with a pain from which he felt his throat tighten − he chuckled involuntarily, clenching his eyes, wondering if she even realised what she had done to him.

"− planned? − good gods −" He murmured lowly, massaging her insides with intense, sure motions, her tight walls clenching against him greedily, his hand all sticky from her moisture. "− I almost lost everything − because of you − for you − do you understand? − say you understand −"

She nodded quickly, looking at him in disbelief − he drew in the air loudly and felt a powerful shudder pass through him as her small, soft hand touched his cheek, running her fingertips over his scar in a tender, light movement. He moaned weakly, feeling his cock pulsate hard, and thought with pain that this was what he needed, that he wanted more.

He leaned forward and dared to brush his lips against hers, feeling her warm breath on his skin, her lips wonderfully moist and soft. He rubbed them again and again, her lips beginning to respond to him tentatively, until finally they clung to each other, embracing tightly in each other's arms, his tongue forced its way deep into her throat.

He heard her sigh in relief, her hand running suddenly over the bulge in his breeches − he suppressed a groan, feeling a strong shudder pass through him.

"− please, husband −" She babbled pleadingly. He sighed with satisfaction and relief at the thought that her distance, her trepidation, her coldness was only due to the fact that she was as afraid of trusting him as he was of trusting her, that living with a perpetual sense of betrayal made it seem to her, for certain, only a matter of time before it came from him.

He assured her with the deep, sure thrusts of his hips into her tight core of the permanence of his feelings, panting along with her − he rooted into her with ease, her moisture running down her buttocks making their bodies slap against each other loudly, her hands stroking his hair and cheeks, their lips dancing and rubbing against each other between their ragged, heavy breaths.

"− you're fucking leaking − that's what you call lying? −" He hissed into her mouth, speeding up, her walls clenching around him greedily, making the heat flow through his entire body − he lost the sharpness of mind, focused only on the natural instinct to root deep into her.

"− you're mine −" He muttered, only to come deep inside her after a few desperate thrusts, filling her at last with his seed, her body arched in pleasure and trembled in his arms, her fingers clenched in his hair.

He looked at her, strangely calm and assured, seeing in her eyes what he craved, the same warmth and devotion, the promise of tenderness and security. He licked his lower lip feeling her fingers run over his scar again, thinking about how he wasn't going to make her look at it.

"− I'm going to wear an eye patch every day −" He said indifferently, but she shook her head, furrowing her brow, startling him completely.

"− not in front of me − not in front of your wife − my husband will never hide his face from me again −" She whispered and just hugged him embracing his waist.

He felt a tightness in his throat at her words, some kind of hot emotion, clenched his eyes and cuddled his face into her neck, thinking only of the fact that without her it all would be pointless.

"I have a wedding gift for you."

The sight of them walking down the corridor together caused consternation among his lords, but they dared not say a word when he led her into the chamber that belonged to his mother.

The woman who had saved his life that day was standing facing the window. She turned towards them when she heard the sound of the door opening, looking healthier and more confident than when he had last seen her − her hair was combed into an elaborate bun, her long, dark blue gown with sleeves reaching down to the ground emphasising her slender waist.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at his future wife and saw that she stood still with her mouth wide open, trembling all over as if she had really seen a ghost, her eyes big and filled with tears. She pressed her hand to her face in a gesture of disbelief, a sort of mumble came from her throat, and then she threw herself with a sob into the arms of her mother, who embraced her tightly.

He looked at them and thought only of how all his life he had dreamed of such a miracle for himself, of how one day someone would lead him to a room where it would be his mother waiting for him.

He swallowed loudly, realising with a clenched throat that it would never happen, but he had no regrets about sparing this suffering to the woman he had chosen to be his queen.

He wanted her to know that he could also be merciful.

That although cold and cruel, he was not heartless.

He decided to leave them alone and give them some privacy.

That same night he came to her, to her chamber − she raised herself on her arm when she caught sight of him, something in her eyes that made him hot.

"− my King −" She whispered softly, warmly, with longing, desire and promise − he felt the way she said those words in his cock, which throbbed hard in his breeches.

He approached her without a sound and parted his lips in a sigh of delight as she immediately rose up on her knees, her hands without question reached for the clasp of his tunic, undoing it with ease, untying his breeches.

A low, surprised moan escaped his lips as her hand immediately grasped his manhood and squeezed it − it throbbed hard in her grasp, his hand involuntarily reaching for her cheek, his thumb running over her soft, warm skin.

He pressed his lips together and let the air out loudly, holding back the groan that wanted to escape his throat when her head bent down, slipping the fat, pink tip of his cock into her warm mouth.

"− fuck −" He growled in pleasure, feeling a powerful shudder run through him as her tongue began to tease and lick him, his fingers moved up and tightened in her hair − he stared at her in disbelief, feeling his heart pounding fast.

"− do you wish to show gratitude to your King? − hm? −" He exhaled and she nodded, breathing rapidly, her eyes closed. He sighed loudly as she slid his hard, swollen manhood deeper between her lips and began to suck it, squeezing the part she couldn't fit in with her fingers − he tilted his head back, horrified at how much it aroused him, how hard he pulsed in her throat.

"− gods, fuck, slow down −" He mumbled, despite his words involuntarily starting to rock his hips inside her mouth, slapping the head of his cock against the back of her throat.

She moaned with the effort of feeling it, refusing to stop − the sight of her sweet lips clenched around him, her innocent face between his thighs was something he couldn't deny himself despite wanting so badly to come deep inside her.

"− thirsty for my seed, hm? − do you want to taste it so badly? −" He muttered between desperate thrusts, clamping both hands in her hair, his swollen length rooting into her mouth with a loud, lewd click of her saliva.

He groaned low as her hand began to squeeze him more intensely, soaking his cock between her lips − she nodded, bringing him to the brink of fulfilment.

"− very well − swallow it, swallow it all − oh, gods, fuck-fuck-fuck −" He breathed out, feeling the pleasure shake through him as his spend finally spilled deep down her throat − he heard her struggle to take in what was flowing out of him, not letting even a drop go to waste.

He stroked her head, looking at her with pride, affection and tenderness, rocking his hips in her mouth for a while longer, listening to the wonderful sound of swallowing.

"− you will make a fine Queen −"

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Mass Effect 1 replay, part 4 and conclusion of Noveria:

Benezia

-The dialogue with Benezia changes very little with Liara, which is disappointing. You’d think bringing her along would change more.

After saying her line Benezia just… ignores her and proceeds with the normal dialogue.

-Benezia says the rachni soldiers would be raised to hunt and slay Saren’s enemies. She doesn’t seem aware of the Reapers.

-What is even with Benezia during the initial combat? She strikes dramatic poses and then more commandos and geth enter the room. Somehow this depletes her power. How? Why?

-Just as with Shiala, Benezia credits her indoctrination to Sovereign but implies that Saren is controlling Sovereign. No inkling that Sovereign is alive.

-She does say that the geth did not build Sovereign! First time that is brought up.

-If you’ve done Feros, there’s an option to mention Shiala and that she told you about indoctrination. Nice touch.

-Benezia says she was aware of what the indoctrination was forcing her to do, but could not resist.

This is different from other cases, where it’s emphasized that indoctrination is often a gradual change the person is not aware of.

Could credit this to Benezia having locked part of herself away from the indoctrination – so it’s that small part of herself that watched on in horror.

-As others have mentioned, here a supernova merely relocated the Mu Relay. In ME2, an asteroid destroys the Alpha Relay.

Ah, plot holes, If you must make a series up as you go along, at least leave enough time to review each entry for consistency and perform rewrites if necessary.

-This entire scene establishes Benezia was subservient to Saren. She was just another servant to him.

Of course, in reality they were both servants of Sovereign, but of the two Saren called the shots.

Interesting dynamic. Presumably this is because Sovereign got his claws into Saren first, but I imagine that in-universe the expectation is that a matriarch is usually the dominant personality in such relationships.

-The fight with Benezia herself was absurdly easy. Bioware needed to do something to make it more impressive.

-As Benezia dies, if you go paragon you offer her medigel. She refuses – she’s still indoctrinated and can feel its grip on her. She chooses to die.

-If you go renegade, you say she keeps changing sides. Betrayed the Council, betrayed Saren. She says she guesses that’s how history will remember her.

Damn. She was indoctrinated, she didn’t choose to betray the Council. That was cold.

-Benezia’s actions here are important to laying the ground work for the ability to talk Saren into suicide in the finale, just like Fai Dan’s were on Feros.

Both struggle against the indoctrination, are able to resist just enough to perform one final action, and choose to die because they know they will not be able to keep resisting.

Once more: This is how you build to a satisfying conclusion. You have to sprinkle the seeds throughout the story and let them fruit. You can’t just throw out a bunch of elements in the last few minutes and expect it to form a cohesive narrative.

Rachni Queen

-And here we go again. Another mind controlled asari, being used to speak for an eldritch creature. Just like on Feros.

-The Rachni Queen even refers to her as a vessel, and says that she is weak to urging.

What the game tells me: The asari are the dominant race. They are wise and powerful, and often their actions are hard to understand because they take such a long view

What the game shows me: Asari are malleable, and if you put any near another creature with mind control powers they’ll fall under its sway quickly. They tend to follow the strongest personality in the room, and need others to save them from the situations they find themselves in.

The asari deserved better.

-When referring to the fact that a child locked in a closet till they come off age will not be sane, Liara picked the age 16.

Why 16? I thought Asari come of age around 50?

Probably just a case of having all characters say the same line or minor variants of it.

-The Rachni Queen uses plural throughout most of this conversation. Why?

Are they speaking for the Rachni race? Using plural because they’re royalty?

I get the impression they’re using we in the singular since, like Legion does.

They do use I once, when speaking of the rachni’s actions in the war. This rachni queen does not what happened in the war to cause the rachni’s actions.

-The Rachni Queen refers to their planet as “The Singing Planet”. Here, on Noveria, the sky is silent.

Hmm. Do all races from that planet “sing” the way the rachni do?

-There are parallels to the geth here. Both the Rachni Queen and Legion plead with Shepard for the future of their race. Shepard’s actions decide if their species lives or dies. If Shepard decides they die, the Rachni Queen\Legion reject Shepard’s choice and scramble to save their people anyway. They fail.

Well, it is an impactful story line. If future Mass Effect games choose to repeat it, however, I’d like to see a variant where the doomed species survives and the protagonist now has to deal with a species that hates them.

-The neutral choice is to let the Rachni Queen live

-Aaand the asari commando the Rachni Queen used to speak is just abandoned to die. Guys, we just established she’s not quite dead – can you at least check her pulse?

Noveria Wrap Up

-I only learned recently that the Hot Labs are optional. If you find Benezia first, you can go straight back to the Normandy.

Bit amusing… Sure, I could have killed all those Rachni soldiers with the neutron purge but I was tired so I called it day.

-You can’t go back to the civilian area. I’ve always wondered – do the guards kill all the civilians anyway?

I’d like to think they live, but there’s no proof one way or the other. Just an email from Han Olar, and he lives even if the guards do kill the civilians.

-Disappointingly, if you do the Hot Labs after Benezia there are minimal changes to the dialogue. This comes off as silly, as Shepard acts surprised about knowledge they already have.

-Hmm. In ME3, we learn that the Protheans bred the rachni. That may explain some of their traits, like how queens lay eggs in hours and can have a colony within days. Those would be useful traits in a weapon.

Normandy

-Once again, Ashley is nasty to Liara for no reason. Paraphrased:

Shepard: We need to learn more about Saren’s goals before going through the Mu Relay.

Liara: The commander is right. We cannot rush off blind. We need to learn more about Saren.

Ashley: Who put you in charge? Did the commander resign when I wasn’t looking?

Just, why? Liara was agreeing with me, not overruling me. There’s no reason for Ashley’s hostility.

-And if you go renegade, Shepard says they won’t be a puppet for the asari… Again, Liara was agreeing with Shepard. Where is this coming from?

-In the conversation with the Council, If Shepard goes neutral they say they only care about stopping Saren, not the rachni.

The Salaraian Councilor says the mission must come first, but that actions can have far reaching consequences.

This feels like Shepard living down to their expectations – of course humanity would so short sighted as to not realize that releasing the rachni could result in another war, and if so humanity will be endangered too. Essentially, showing that humans are too short sighted to trust with spectre powers.

-If you go paragon, at least you stand by the fact that you believe this rachni queen won’t start another war. That’s better than ignoring its possibility.

Squad

-Huh. There’s no way to end the Kaidan romance at this point. You’re locked in.

-Kaidan doesn’t know what Benezi was to Saren either. Second in command? Advisor?

-In all dialogue with Liara, she blames Sovereign for Benezia’s change, even though at this point the belief is that Saren is controlling Sovereign. Interesting.

-If you suggest she’d want revenge, she rejects that – there are already enough reasons to stop Saren.

She’s definitely the most paragon aligned character in the game.

-If you select the Investigate > Benezia dialogue, it’s updated to account for what we’ve learned about Benezia’s indoctrination. Nice touch.

#mass effect #mass effect 1 #mass effect 1 replay

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FREEBIE QUESTION, BUT IT'S FOR ALL OF YOUR FANDOM CHARACTERS AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

SPILL THE TEA TO ME, SIS!!!

HFJSI GIRRRLLLL YOU'RE OPENING PANDORA'S BOX

In terms of main Kirby OCs (fandom/franchise characters):

Eave, Twyla, Fintan, Slinx, Squire, King Orpheus, Jesse, Ducky and the Dusters, Princess Alatariel, Nimue & Gilroy, and Malacai

I love all my goobers to pieces! And Orpheus, oh Orpheus has taken over my life. I no longer have control over my story because of him. It's his story now, and I'm the lowly servant who's constantly subjected to his demands for me to rewrite things 😭 I've rewritten his intro episode at least 5 times, and now he's injected himself into DotS:MMM. Orpheus PLEASE I NEED A BREAK— I WAS JUST FINISHING PART 6 IN SCRIPT FORMAT YOU JERK

Thia man's made me rewrite his ENTIRE BACKSTORY THREE TIMES! And now I have to rewrite his WHOLE NOVEL SERIES. YES THE WHOLE NOVEL DEDICATED TO JUST HIM. I have to rewrite it from THE GROUND UP. JUST AS I FINISHED CHAPTER 2.

CHAPTER 2 HAS BEEN COMPLETELY SLAMMED OUT OF CANON. I spent 4 months writing it and he just went "mmmm nah, not canon". 20+ pages. TWENTY. PLUS. PAGES. Right in the trash. Gone. Reduced to atoms. I love Orpheus. But he likes to make me work. I'm not allowed to relax 😭 and what's worse is that's also in character for him 😭😭😭😭 I can't control this man, he controls MEEEE *SOB*

Woes aside– Main official characters that I manage in DotS are the following:

Meta Knight, Galacta Knight, Sir/King Arthur, Magolor, Kirby (shared), and Bandana Waddle Dee (shared)

My sis and co-writer @starlightfyre handles other officials in our AU! She's got King Dedede, Taranza, all of Arthur's knights (Falspar, Dragato, etc.), and more!

They're all pretty neat! :D

Original character and original content rambling below the cut here, if anyone is interested in my OG projects:

In terms of active proper OCs, my main cast has been demoted to just being doodle buddies and officially retired from being a series. All my OCs are sorta on standby until I have some story ideas for them! My mains under World Jumpers are these goobers:

Oswald, Tempest, Blaize, Asoné, Raymond, and Xylea! Ozzy and Tempest are the protagonists with the rest being secondary!

I've wrestled with their story for so long that I decided to throw in the towel and admit defeat early this year. It's been 14 long years with these guys collectively, and no actual plot or meaning to their story? Yeah no time to shelve it for good. I have a very fleshed out world for them, but it's really detailed to the point where it's kinda convoluted, but it's been set in stone for so long that I can't undo it without shattering everything

So I figured it'd just be better to start fresh with something else later. I love WJ, but after the history I've had with WJ, it's better that I leave it to rest. The world and story was too big for just me, and I tried for years to find a partner as passionate about the world as I was, but none were. I lost my passion after getting burned out due to stress writing and drawing everything. I love WJ, love my characters and world, but it's a story that never wanted to be told

Since then I've sort of been at a loss on what to do next in terms of original projects. I've got loads of WIP ideas and concepts from over the years, but none have really jumped up at me like DotS has for years 😭

I have a lot of OCs, like A LOT. I had a list and there's like easily 100+ named characters in WJ's universe alone

The others are much smaller! These are all my WIP OG stories:

Project: "Listen" | Animated anthro film inspired by "Cats Don't Dance", focuses on Kaeden who is a mute genet whose dream is to be an actor, despite having a job as a director easily lined up for him. Faces a bit of adversity in a market that hankers for a voice; he becomes friends with a frustrated actress who's been locked into the same kind of roles for years, and wishes to do more, who becomes a voice for Kaeden when he needs it most (I aspire to have an actual deaf/mute person be Kaeden's voice through sign language, since animators will nees references for his dialogue; they'll be put in the credits as his voice because they are! LOVE!)

Project: "Dragon Rider" | Sort of a chosen-one story with a twist, focuses on the struggle between duty and desire. Female protagonist is the prophesized reincarnation of a figure that's meant to bring her tribe into a new golden age, but when she bonds with an unexpected and common kind of dragon (and not the big gaudy one they expected), she faces a dilemma: follow the wishes of her people or her own heart?

Project: "Willemina" | Sci-fi detective story that was originally a spinoff of WJ, so it's set in the same universe. Main protag is non-binary hoomin (human-like species of mine), Willemina, a former space ranger gone private detective investigating the mysterious murder of a local guardian. Will befriends the late guardian's companion, a sweet little Weapon Spirit, and sets out to solve the mystery together (and discovering said weapon spirit's very useful defensive abilities)

Most everyone from each respective story has concept art or complete designs!

#answered #oc asks #fc asks #character asks #fan character asks #asks open #blazin beeps #blazin answers #oc rambling #fc rambling #kirby #kirby series #magolor #dreams of the stars #hoshi no kirby #kirby oc #hoshi no kaabii

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GREENPEAK MAGE KEEP

This lavish mansion is owned by a powerful but reclusive wizard Greenpeak, named after the foliage-covered mountainside he hails from. He is well known for both unique architectural design and his rare but extravagant parties. He has a multitude of both clockwork and human servants that travel the halls performing menial tasks and serving as guards. The lower halls of the keep are beautiful, but as the mansion rises to the heavens the structure becomes wondrous, magical, and at points difficult to traverse for anyone but the wizard and his servants. All the doors are expensive wood with the strength of metal, and all the windows are stained glass with the strength of thick wood.

The mage sat on an influential council of benevolent mages that must pledge an ancient and binding oath to never perform unethical or unsavory practices anywhere in the world. This did not stop the wizard though- he found a loophole in the wording of the pact and created demiplanes and pocket dimensions for his myriad of experiments. He hides the access points throughout his home, many of which reside on the upper floors.

1 FRONT DOOR the road to the keep winds up the side of a tall mountain, then bridges a gap over to wrap around a small spire jutting from the mountainside, before spanning a long gap to finally reach the arched 20 ft high double doors of the building itself. There is a permanent rune of alarm that will alert anyone in the guard post (room 2) if anyone approaches using the road. The bridge 5-35 feet is pair of magical stone drawbridges that the guards can and usually do raise if trouble approaches, unless the lord of the mansion is hosting a party.

2 GUARD POST This pair of towers sit on either side of the main entrance 15 feet from the road and can survey the surrounding mountainside and inspect visitors at the doors, which are magically sealed unless the guards open them. There are 1 foot wide arrow slits on all outward facing sides of the tower (one could leap to the tower and squeeze through the slits if the door is sealed, but it would be difficult.) Both guard posts have controls that raise the drawbridges, open the door, and send an alarm through the castle in case powerful enemy forces are coming to attack. Usually there are 6 guards at each post, with at least 1 human with enchanted gear to man the controls and automatons to guard them. There are stairs up to the next floor to access battlements, murder holes into the foyer, and the guard’s quarters. There are also stairs down to the castles private dungeons.

3 FOYER AND STABLES The vestibule past the double doors is always staffed by at least 4 automatons that will take overcoats to the coat room, horses and wagons to the stables, and clean off anyone dirtied by the journey if necessary. There are locked doors to the guard posts on either side, so guards can bring suspicious people in and apprehend them.

4 ENTRY HALL AND MAIN STAIRWELL This large 45 foot tall room spans 2 stories and has a wide double staircase to the second and third floors. There are beautiful carpets on the floors and tapestries on every wall, the latter of which depict the owner of the home performing acts of magic and heroism throughout the realm. The south walls have 4 stands of exquisite enchanted armor that are actually inert automatons that only animate when commanded by a guard or the owner of the home; They will also attack any non-staff individual if the alarm has been raised.

5 KITCHENS The large kitchen is staffed around the clock by either 1 or 2 human head chefs and up to 6 automatons under their command. With full staff they can feed 40 people. The kitchens have a steep staircase under a trapdoor that leads to the pantry and cellar, and a staff’s stairwell in an adjoining room that leads to staff quarters. None of the staff here are combatants and will flee to alert other guards.

6 DINING HALL This long hall can seat 20 people and has large windows that can see the beautiful mountainside. The armor here conceals clockwork automatons that function identically to those in the entry hall. The corridor that surrounds this room is patrolled by 4 clockwork guards that will join any combat in the surrounding rooms. The balcony is covered and the doors to which are locked unless the owner is hosting people.

7 BALLROOM This extravagant hall can comfortably fit 60 individuals, though its rare that more than 40 people are invited to the mansion. The floor is tiled with beautiful marble and the walls are lined with ornate banners with intricate gold-lined designs. There are tables in 3 of the corners of the room for dining. The 3 suits of armor function identically to those in the entry hall. The doors to the balcony are locked unless the owner is hosting people.

#dnd #d&d #pathfinder #dungeon23 #dungeons and dragons

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OG! Penelope Eckhart Headcanons: The System

Part 5!

Now, Penelope's System is vastly different from Siyeon's. I feel like Siyeon's system is much more helpful in giving information.

—— Again, MAJOR SPOILERS! ——

Siyeon's System

The System seems to be able to be sensed by those of high magic sensitivity, seeing as Winter deduced that Siyeon had a high magic presence on the Eve of the Hunt.

Dialogue Choices On/Off: I guess this kind of acts as an OOC filter which Siyeon can toggle on and off.

Affection Scores: It appears as percentages above the heads of the MLs. Upon reaching 70%, the percentage becomes locked and only a discerning color is given.

Rewards: Usually percentage increases in affection, fame, and popularity with Eckhart servants. For tangible rewards, they are usually given through actual characters, not by the System itself(Crossbow, Camouflage Bracelet, Gold)

Money System: The System can keep track of the personal funds that Siyeon accumulates.

Magic: The System is able to prompt Siyeon into using magic by providing spell incantations or descriptions of what magical artifacts do.

Background Information: Siyeon can access basic information about MLs and Penelope Eckhart. Later on, the story of Laila and the original Penelope is told to her via the System.

Teleportation: Limited, as it can only teleport Siyeon to continue the story's progression. Siyeon can't prompt it to teleport her to a different location.

Story Progression: Relating to teleportation, the System can lead Siyeon to places such as the garden maze to further chapter progression through glittering light trails.

Story Chapters/Events: Helps Siyeon discern potential events by giving a prior warning. For example, the hunting competition hunting portion. In addition, it provides her selection choices such as in the Trial.

Corporeality: The System can be blocked by physical entities such as bodies, as in the case of Winter.

Marksman Help/Mini Games: The System displayed targets for Siyeon to take down the bear, and during the assassin chase, took control of Siyeon's body to give her perfect marksmanship.

Transmigration & Reincarnation: The System has offered these options for Siyeon and Ivonne respectively at the end of the story.

Penelope's System

Unlike Siyeon's system, Penelope's does not help her in terms of the story. Siyeon's is a romantic storyline System, Penelope's is an action-genre type(befitting their different paths).

Stats: Penelope is able to see her stats and level up on them as well. These include Strength, Intelligence, Wisdom, Constitution, Mana, and Charisma.

Strength and Constitution are stats that are time-dependent, so they reset each loop back to her initial stats. Charisma is physical appearance and mental charisma, so it gets knocked down a little.

Mana doesn't change, but it may affect her body if her Constitution is too weak.

The System sometimes gives her stat points to allocate to certain stats or skills.

Soul Status: As alluded to in Part 4, Penelope can track her soul shards easier through the System. Right now, they're "orbiting" around the biggest piece, which is Penelope.

Inventory: Ah, the classic video game inventory. It can carry anything of any shape, size(to some extent), organic/inorganic, except living, sentient beings. A shame.

However, she found a cheat to hack the System and her inventory doesn't get wiped after each death. It's her money glitch. She's duplicated money, jewels, kept copies of her wardrobe, sentimental items unique to each loop, priceless artifacts, and other supplies. However, certain artifacts of great power cannot be duplicated.

Because of this, she often requests as many unique and commissioned gems and custom dresses as possible. What's the point of having six of the same dress?

Library: A subcategory of the Inventory. Throughout her travels, Penelope slowly accumulated tomes, scrolls, and written knowledge of the Ancient Wizards, usually found when treasure hunting or pulling an Indiana Jones and breaking through traps. Of course, being the last Ancient Wizard, she's able to easily figure them out. Other archaeological excavations have ended up in failure because the triggered traps destroy the vaults of knowledge entirely.

Background Information: It acts more like her notes compiled about locations or people. The System organizes them into the correct sections, but all of the information is what Penelope has been told, overheard, or otherwise gotten from her interactions, not from the System.

In some rare cases, the System will give her some information. It's not necessarily specific or important information. It may be, for example, information about a foreign culture.

Story Progression: This is actually linked to one of her skills, which is "precognition". It technically isn't, but Penelope is much more attuned to a world's "Story" and thus can predict some major events through gut feelings and her sharp mind. The System helpfully records these instances for her.

System Shop: From physical items to even skills, the System Shop has it all. A mix of real currency and System-specific currency can be used.

Intangibility: It cannot be interfered with by those other than Penelope.

Connection to Spirits: As mentioned, Penelope is followed by a group of spirits, some of them her ancestors. They are connected to her via the System as well, though they cannot access it like she can. Think of them as being on Guest Mode on a computer while Penelope's on Administrator.

These are the ones I can think of for now. As with the rest of the OG!Penelope posts, I'll be adding onto them if I think of new things, even if that section has already been posted. Not sure how.

#lysia's posts #lysia's narratives #villains are destined to die #vadd #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villainess #ditoeftv #penelope eckhart #original penelope eckhart #og penelope eckhart #og! penelope eckhart #og penelope #og!penelope hcs

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