#ch: morana

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#this is the reason I draw LMAO #also the pink girl and the redhead is not ship one of them is a MINOR #i have no other thoughts the doodles speak for themselves #ocs of mine #story: basked in red #from left to right #ch: micah ashton #ch: ninkilim #ch: sibú #ch: váli #ch: artemis #ch: loki #ch: venus #ch: rhea #ch: red #ch: lia #ch: atlas #ch: lilith #ch: ursa #ch: morana #I think I’ll reblog with the closeups #ik people won’t care too much about my ocs but…. just take it lol

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Chapter 2: Jealousy, Lust, and Satsifaction in “A Night with the Ascendant:”

Ascendant Astarion x Spawn (Lumina) | E | 7.3 K of galas and smut

Summary: a tenday in his bed, a tenday bereft of his company in his absence, Lumina’s own plotting takes shape. With the perfect opportunity at hand, she tries to get under the Vampire Ascendant’s skin and steal his attention. Little does she know just how much she already has of it…

CW:(Spawn) harem dynamics, jealousy, manipulation, obsession, praise and dirty talk, A!Astarion being over the top possessive and sexy, possessive marking smut, suspicious drinks (magic, not noncon, I promise), “you’re special”

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Blessed and blissed out for a tenday, that was Lumina’s life of late. Days spent feeding on the fresh kills of venison and cow brought to her cell by his armored guards, days spent sleeping off the burning ache he caused each and every night. There was no part of her little body he hadn’t sought pleasure from, no hole left unfucked, even those too tight to let him in without ample coaxing and touch and praise.

There was no need for compelling, those dark tendrils of his powers all but mute in her mind. Oh, she was his—obedient and pliant and eager. And she had been rewarded every night for such a stellar performance. He only used that connection as her master to summon her from her room. And each time, that Tiefling consort glared holes in the back of her head as she swayed her hips up the stairs.

Morana… she hadn’t been vicious. But she certainly wasn’t nice. She had seen this pattern a hundred times, some with Spawn that had since met their end. The obsession, the allure, the unbreakable infatuation from the newly born until he tired of them.

Tired of them all.

It was only a matter of time, she had mocked today… and then he would tire of those flexible and firm legs of her, of her human flesh and bright hair. He would tire of lending her books as payment for her unimaginative pleasure, the first consort had sneered.

But Lumina let it roll off her shoulders, washing it away in the baths she took each day now. A luxury and necessity to finally clean off all the dried stick of his cum from almost every crack and crevice of her body. He had sent her oils and soaps that smelled of him… it was addictive. Enticing. Every day, she could smell him in her nose, his sweat and perfume, his cum and musk. Made her mouth water for the chance to let her prove her ever growing affections for him.

Affections… she knew better than to set her heart on anyone. Yet, she couldn’t fight that gnawing of her gut watching time pass, reading her books. It should be about now… any moment and his power should tingle up her spine, the wave of his call for her like breath down her neck…

But it never came. She dug her nails into her thigh, where her flesh slipped from beneath the high dart of a slit in her skirt.

No.

Instead, she heard another gate unlock, another door swing with a creak on its hinges. Bolting from her bed, she had to see who he had chosen in her stead. Through her gilded bars, she watched that swishing dark blue tail of Morana wave at her. A flash of dark crimson in her dark eyes, and the Tiefling threw her a wicked, victorious smirk before treading up those stone stairs.

“Gods dammit,” Lumina cursed, her undead skin flushing hot with jealousy and rage. She wailed that book toward her bed, loving the distraction of how it smacked into the wall before falling unceremoniously into her bed. Pinpricks stung her eyes, tongue dry in her mouth. She curled into the corner of her bed, knees hugged into her chest.

Making her feel so empty, in her body and her heart.

She stayed like that, tears burning as they seeped out hot and angry, her face hidden in her hands. Her nails clawing into her cheeks, her neck, her knees, wherever just so she could feel physical pain to lessen the ache of envy in her gut.

It wasn’t terribly long, she thought, before that telltale step of feet on the stairs meant someone returned. She couldn’t look, didn’t want to see a flush on Morana’s dark cheeks or smell his spend on her skin. But there she was, stopped in front of her cell, her skirt parted around that slit to barely show the inside of her thigh.

His scent caught her nose, and she wanted to hurl. Even as her stomach gnawed empty. She carried his scent.

“Hmmm, little Lumina, you poor thing. You’ll learn,” Morana tutted her tongue, swaying on her legs enough to let the slick sound between them reach her ears. “He sends his warmest regards, however, but he will be away for a tenday now… And he wanted me to begin overseeing the preparation for his return, when we will be joined by several of his.. guests. He will need his best consorts and concubines ready to… entertain them all.”

“I believe I understand full well,” Lumina replied with a flat tone, ignoring the visions of clawing her fingers around that infernal dark neck.

“Lord Astarion wanted me to give you a little something,” those dark red eyes gleamed, her bluish lips smirking to reveal her own set of fangs. She ran her fingers up her thigh, gathering still-wet slick from her dark blue skin. Holding them out, she crooked her other fingers at the little blonde wretch who had lost her heart.

It was too easy, watching that little human tremble and sniff as she could scent his cum on her fingertips. “Open, he said to give you one last taste of him before he had to leave. A shame he couldn’t bid you farewell himself, he said, but he wanted some of the vintage he has savored the longest before his journey, me of course.”

Lumina gritted her teeth, it smelled so good, he smelled so good. She wanted it, licking her lips as she came closer and closer. It happened so close, so involuntarily, the way she licked those fingers clean with one hard suck.

“Oh, I can start to see why he’s liked you for so many nights…” Morana’s deep voice sliced through her flittering fantasy. “You’ll be part of this soirée, but you’ll have such a small role, fucked over some table by some rich, plump Patriar while I entertain his Lordship from the comfort of his throne as he barely glances at you from across the room…”

Lumina hissed, fangs bared before she turned and skulked back to her bed.

Morana flashed a smile, heading back to her room to clean herself. But the second her back turned on the little welp, she scowled. She had managed to obey… in her own way around his compelling magic. She slipped off her gown, conjuring and warming water in her bath in an instant with her limited magic. Letting the heat thaw that bitter shard in her soul at what had happened.

It shouldn’t have ended this way, not with how it had begun just like old times. His pride on his face as he sipped his last glass of wine, waiting for his carriage to be readied. He had patted his lap, a seat she had so silkenly sidled up to take. Her hand teasing him through that crushed velvet of his breeches. Only to find him soft and unaroused. She pouted, tracing her fingers over its tip, her tail swishing before wrapping itself nicely around his strong leg.

She watched him bristle at its pressure, a chilled smirk on his lips as he spoke about his trip, his return.

His instructions were clear and concise, his expectations for his return were the usual… and then he kissed her. Biting into her neck as she always offered…. Only to have him suck her blood and spit it across the floor the next moment.

It was her mistake next that turned the tide, her little sultry quip about how he must have lost a taste for the spice of Tiefling, preferring that bland milk of a human he had been tasting so often of late…

Morana sank deeper into the water… She shouldn’t have provoked him, shouldn’t have opened her mouth for anything but his cock.

No, instead she had to be insolent and find herself on her knees between his own, working his half-softened dick as he had to close his eyes and clutch the arms of his chair. Every trick she knew and he loved failed. Every suck and stroke of her mouth, every tug and grab of his balls, every push of her finger even into his ass… none of it made him hard as long as he stared at her or grabbed her black and arching horns.

No, he had to shut his eyes and grit his teeth, refraining from touching her anywhere to make him fully erect. It took her standing before him, his eyes still closed, as they pleasured themselves for him to finally have the right… enticement, he had said.

It took the wet and beating sounds of their own touching for him to finally come, coating her mound and thighs in his seed. And only then did she think she heard him sigh that most hated name from his lips. Lumina.

Once he opened his eyes, his gaze glinted with unsatisfied hunger and scorn. Looking her up and down, he sneered to hear the carriage rumbling up the drive. His voice had been like ice, exacting and sharp, ordering her to take his precious seed and make his Little Light suck it from her fingers. So at the very least she could have one last taste of him before he left… since his carriage was ready and waiting.

Lord Astarion had ordered her back to the cellars with a brush of his mind, one last reminder that she should not fail him again, that Morana had other duties to perform, an evening’s work of entertainment to flawlessly execute if she wished to be spared his wrath.

Perhaps his wrath would be better than his neglect, his loss of affection. But Morana rolled her shoulders and sank into the waters up to her horns. She had nothing but time.

But then again, so did they all.

A tenday was nothing for an immortal, but for Lumina, having to wander around the palace to avoid that arrogant Tiefling, not to mention the others, time dragged at a glacial pace. She kept herself to the gardens and her room when they were allowed to wander the Palace at night in his absence, but what she really wanted was him.

She would creep to the door of his rooms, his study, just to smell him. It was enough to ground her until she reached for her last book from him, turning back to page one to begin reading it all over again. This night, she fell asleep with her nose pressed into the pages, dreaming she could smell him, her master, his skin under her touch, his taste of salt and bitter and musk on her tongue… if only she could awaken at his side again, feel his fingers part her thighs again…

But instead it was Morana’s deep laughter that peeled into her rooms from the hall. “Time to perform, Little Light. The Master arrives tonight, so you’d best prepare yourself for his guests.” Every word panged her with hope and despair in equal measure.

Her wardrobe swung open under her shaking hand, a few deep cut, extravagant gowns waiting to be chosen. Her pale fingers settled on one, thin and black, one that would make her skin glow like pearls and her hair the deep lively golden of straw. Touch dancing over the gossamer and silks, she smiled, a plan to make herself simply irresistible forming in her lust-drunk mind. He would regret leaving her, if it was the last thing he lived to regret.

Once the doors were opened, the handful of consorts left to wander up to the hall, Lumina gave one last smoothing of her raven black skirt. And she smiled. Dressed for seduction. Dressed for revenge.

She filed in line, following in Morana’s wake and the handful of the rest of the spawn. Drawing short of the Ballroom’s grand door, Morana held up her hand. “The Master will want us to mingle, to entertain and sparkle and delight. We may feed from any of the guests, so long as they ask. Do not overindulge, do not divulge any of the Master’s secrets or habits, do not fraternize with the guests, or you will be punished. And remember, he is watching. He is always watching.”

Lumina locked eyes with the Tiefling the moment she looked her way. All her adamantine hardness steeled her over. She was ready. Whatever was to come. It wouldn’t be worse than her life before, she knew that much. Even if it was just the internal pleasure she would get from making him watch her perform for someone else…. She would make him pay.

But the second the doors opened for them to slip inside… she lost her breath. He was… stunning. Crimson gaze cut through the crowd, half-lidded and scanning each one of his spawn as they stepped in on preternatural silent feet. He reclined in that grand chair at the end of the ballroom, the likes of which she had never seen, wrought iron and wine red, winged and imposing. But not enough to take the eye off its occupant. Not when he was dressed so elegantly in gold stitching and jewels in his own midnight black tunic and trousers. Not when his pale face leered with distant promises of pleasure on his sharp features, his eyes ringed with kohl and ears bejeweled with shining hoops of purest gold. Those long, elegant fingers that had ruined her for all others’ touch teased around the edge of his goblet, swirling it lazily as he separated his crossed legs.

Letting them spread wide, as wide as that massive chair.

The second his eyes moved from the spawn before her to rest on her face, she felt that swirling tendril of his power in her mind. A caress, a beckoning, but not one that compelled her to his presence. She was sure for a moment she felt his touch raking her body from the inside of her mind but for as sudden as it possessed her, it was just as fleeting and gone. Then his eyes moved on to the next spawn behind her, and those sweet tendrils of desire dissipated.

Lumina let her breath go, her lungs burned even though she didn’t need the air anymore. It was more the burning of her cheeks as his eyes left her face. The fire of her need to prove herself. It was a good start at the very least, she smiled, wide and brilliant enough for her fangs to catch the candelabra light. Shoulders back, hips sauntering, breasts on full display, she wasn’t surprised as the mass of slightly tipsy Patriars approached the circle of spawn. Nor was she surprised when many of them sought her hand to kiss in greeting.

From the corner of her eye, she watched Morana sway her way up the ballroom towards their Master, bending to her knees before him, tail twitching from the slit of her sparkling sapphire gown. She waited at his feet the perfect paragon of obedience, but his chest only rose and fell faster, and she was sure if she looked, his eyes would be on her. Not the Tiefling at his feet. She gave a hearty, musical laugh at some comment about how she glowed once they all learned her name. Her circle of suitors. She could practically hear the metal in his hand bending as he gripped his goblet tighter.

For her, she may as well have been in a nearly empty room. The rest of the spawn had dispersed, already sequestered into corners or window casements for their guests' pleasures or to feed. She smelled blood in the air. Perhaps at the worst, she could drink tonight right from a vein.

At least the music was merry, and Lumina could sway to its beat as she crossed to the table of refreshments. The chatter of all the male guests faded from her ear the moment she heard heavy, measured steps approach from behind her.

“You’ll find the red to be to your liking, Little Light…”

She chuckled, reaching for the silver decanter of the wine he mentioned. “Thank you my lord, for your suggestion…” Throwing an easy smile over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of just how close Astarion hovered behind her. Careful not to touch. Closer enough for his breath to wash down the deep v cut of her back. “You are always so… attentive… to my needs.”

He gave a little grunt of approval, taking the empty chalice from her cool hand. Filling it himself with the decanter, he raised it first to his lips. She held her breath, those wine-red eyes of his never leaving her face. Even as he swallowed loudly, she hid the little shudder that ran through her body and straight to her sex. “You had better ready yourself for the night to come… who knows whose blood you may consume or whose cock will end up buried inside you sweet slickness, my Light…” He handed her the half-drunk cup, scanning her every expression as she took it from his hands.

As she let her cool digits sweep tenderly over his in the process.

“If I’m lucky,” she flashed him that innocent and taunting smile in reply, “both will fill my belly before the night is through.” Head tilted, gaze lowered, she swept her skits to one side in a deferential curtsy, one that slid the slit of her skirt full up her thigh. Giving him a peak of the nothingness she wore beneath. Rising back before him, she met those half-lidded crimson eyes with a confident, impertinent smile. “I hope you enjoyed your journeys, my lord. It was ever so… uneventful without you. Peaceful, even.”

Before she could raise that cup to take the slightest fraction of a sip, his hand reached to close around her throat. Leaning in, he was all fangs and hot breath and hissing voice as he rasped against her lips. “Do not forget your places my sweet, precious, Little Light. I am not here for your peace,” he snarled. A ravenous, claiming, biting kiss consumed her lips and made her twitch in surprise and pain before he released her with the smallest of shoves. “You, Lumina, are here for my pleasure. And tonight, I get to decide just what that may entail and with whom you may seek it.”

And just as swiftly as he had appeared behind her, he quickly turned and made his way back through the crowds. Lost in the sea of bodies.

She stood trembling for a moment, lost herself somewhere between the victory of antagonizing him as he had her for a tenday, and the defeat of feeling his wrath. Of having him leave her body after barely touching her. Setting her cup back down on the table, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take a drink without spilling it from how much her hand shook.

And then she felt a tug on her mind, an order from him to move to the library to meet her guest for the night.

Lumina grimaced, watching as all of the other spawn yet accounted for in the shadows began to move through the room, their patrons for pleasuring assigned too. Her head swam, even as she grit her teeth and locked her stare with Morana. That fucking Tiefling, standing at the side of his empty chair, tail twitching languorously, lips sipping from an even more elegant chalice than the one she had set aside.

Her feet moved of their own will, out the door and down the halls that brimmed with flickering light. Licking her lips, she set her heart on at least draining whatever plump patron was behind the thick oaken doors before her. She kept her gaze on her pale hands, steadying them as she turned to shut the door, her back to the interior of the room.

The scent of books, the crackle of fire in the grate, the distant whine of the music from the ballroom down the hall… it would be positively romantic, picturesque even, if only it wouldn’t be some unknown wealthy patron waiting behind her back. If only…

“Why the hesitation, my Little Light? Not in haste to please your Master?”

“M-Master?” Lumina spun on her heel, almost tangled in her slitted skirts to see him. Untroubled, lazy, and amused, he leaned against the rounded arm of the chaise longue. The perfect picture of the Sunwalking Regent—the scarlet of the chair was striking under the sable of his clothing, the firelight catching the jewels in his tunic, making his crimson eyes illuminated.

Licking his lips, she felt those tendrils tickle down her spine before releasing her. “Like I said… you were made for my pleasure, and you are mine to command, mine to decide with whom you will find your own pleasure.”

She had drawn so near, he grabbed into her skirts, inserting his fingers up her thigh already.

“And you will only be mine now…”

His touch was lightning itself, jolts of bliss wracking her as he slipped those two skilled fingers right for her sex.

Lumina bucked, but he only gave her a few shallow strokes before he pulled out. Swallowing her hiss, biting her lip, she couldn’t have felt more desired.

“Now, on your knees darling….” his voice rumbled as his hands pulled her down to the thick carpet, plush, elegant and bloodied in color. The same shade of his eyes as they glowed.

“Yes, my Master,” she breathed, obeying in an instant.

“Those eyes of yours glimmer with surprise, my Light,” he growled as he cupped her chin and dragged her closer until there was no space left between their bodies. “Didn’t think I would pick you, did you?”

“No,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on his belly, on the way the jewels sparkled with his every ragged breath.

“You are wise to be honest with me, little spawn. So I will be honest in return. I didn’t think so either,” he jerked her chin, making those eyes meet his, making her lips part in shock and a hint of pain. “It’s not what’s done on these nights, you know. It’s not how it has been for over a century…. But for you, Little Light, nothing is as it has been.” Eyes narrowed, his gaze flicked to her neck as he twisted her head in his grasp. “I am equally surprised.”

Lumina gave some half-hearted start to a reply, one he just swallowed with a kiss at any rate. Demanding, his kiss consumed her—all tongue down her throat to taste her in place of his fangs to devour her this time. “Trust me,” his voice like gravel in his mouth, “I was far from happy about it. You’ve really caused turmoil in my little kingdom. So much so, I’ve broken all my own rules just for you.” His brows furrowed, irritation coloring his voice. “I reject my oldest plaything for you, you unman me so much, I couldn’t even get hard in her presence before my departure…” He looked at her wide eyes, the memory obviously fresh yet in her mind. “I thought of you as I pleasured myself. I was angered by the hold you have on me, irritated that you have so much control over me, my Little Light. And yet…”

He ached. He burned. He pulled her dress right off her shoulders, the gossamer, light as spider silk, giving way with such ease. Snatching her hands, he slammed them on his chest, scratching them on the clasps of his ornate jacket. “Hurry,” he snarled into his kiss, giving that pouting bottom lip and bite just for good measure. “I know you have been burning up for me, Lumina, in my absence. I could feel it, my eager, ambitious, little spawn.”

A sigh passed her lips, her body betraying any lingering vestige of anger as it melted into him. Clasp by clasp, button by button she stripped him quickly and deliberately. While he made rough, tearing work of her dress, leaving it in shambles to puddle around her knees.

“Blazing for you, my Master,” she moaned into his kiss, his hands lifting her little frame by her waist. Nails dug into her flesh, making her clamber into his lap, making her legs wrap around his hips until her folds stretched and soaked him. It was a matter of moments for him to free his cock and bury it inside her again. A matter of bites and blood and scratching and bucking until she rode every vicious thrust he made into her.

She was a vision, the same he had kept in his mind all those days away. The firelight caught in the golden of her hair, her eyes glimmering as they fluttered open and shut in her own growing bliss. Her pale fresh stretched for him, so tight and wet instantly, her rounded hips bucking with smooth grace, her breasts swinging and swaying as she let him have her.

So soon, she unraveled, walls clutching him in waves, golden hair spilled back as she arched and twitched in orgasm on his thighs. Warm hands wrapped her hair around his fist, pulling her back hard enough to make her whimper. Fangs raked their icy points down her neck, the cold brush making her blistering orgasm flame somehow higher. “Please,” she moaned. “Please bite me…”

“Of course,” he nipped at her skin with smooth blunted edged teeth first. “You are mine after all, to do with as I wish.” Hard and colder than she remembered it, he sliced into her neck, the sound of skin giving way like the piercing of an apple’s flesh. She hissed and writhed, her own fangs bared as the pain swelled over her pleasure.

The moment his mouth flooded with her blood, he shoved himself to the hilt over and over again, letting his seed spill inside, letting her milk his every twitching spurt. Mouth filling even as he emptied himself.

Glorious. More than he had longed for in his absence.

He had stilled inside her, lips sucking and drinking down her blood. But that cock pulsed with each swallow, pushing at the end of her channel with how he just held her in his lap. The warm pad of his tongue swirled over those wounds, swipe and swipe licking her clean until it ceased to flow. “Such a good… delicious…” he licked again, “little spawn you are…”

Through her hazy vision, she smiled at him, the sight of her blood on his chin making her stomach gnaw and growl with her own hunger. A playful cock of his head, his crimson eyes scanned her in the flickering light, one hand pushing on her belly until it rumbled against his touch.

Until she could feel him pressed against her stomach from the inside and the outside. “I know you’re hungry, my pet,” he consoled her, that other set of skilled fingers teasing in her hair so softly, straying through the fluttering loose ends at her temple. “If only there was something I could offer you to… sate your hunger, Little Light…”

“Is there?” she squirmed on his lap, the slick between them still sticky with every movement.

A single brow arched, his expression one of inscrutability and lust. “There are many things I could offer you….” he purred. “I thought about it many a time when I was away.” His lips brushed her ear, his hands still lazily tracing over the pinpricked skin of her belly and teasing through her hair.

Lumina practically curled into his chest, the sweetest of simpers on lips. Glowing. She was glowing at him. Not a more aptly named being in all Faerûn, he decided right then and there. “You did?” she bubbled over, fangs showing in her smile.

“Mmm,” he hummed, another little shift inside her walls just for emphasis. “Many a time. And in all sorts of fantastic positions, the likes of which you have never known and will never try with another being… so long as you walk in this realm.” She would be blushing, he was sure, if she had any living blood in her right now. That would be… quite the sight. Her cheeks and lips and nipples and cunt rosy from blood and his constant stimulation. Astarion licked his lips just at the mere passing thought. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” his voice rumbled as he asked. “To be mine… forever?”

“Is that not already what you have made me, Master?” she purred her reply. “For I am so very grateful you did.” She turned her face to hide her bashful grin against her shoulder. An error he corrected with a sweep of his hand back around her chin. “Not many go from mortal to undying, from raw hands and rags to swollen lips and fine gowns.” Her eyes darted to the side, hiding the flicker of ghosts behind that bright gaze. “Not many know what makes being a… spawn… better than being someone’s slave.”

He paused, scanning her face—so earnest, so eager. It made something inside his heart… hurt again. Something that hadn’t for almost two centuries. Not since... He shook his head.

“No need for anything like that from the past now,” he flashed her that sultry smirk. “I ask you of your future, one where I might provide for your every hunger, one where I would expect you to do the same for me, my Light.” He shifted her on his thighs, a hand absently stroking into those golden locks. “That is what you want, isn’t it?” Mouth brushed hers, his lips teased over her own as he lowered his voice into a rasp. “I am what you want, aren’t I?”

“More than anything,” she sighed. A hand stroked against his cheek, trying to pull him into her kiss. “Being apart from you was torture, my master.”

“More torture than the kind you enjoy at my fingertips, little spawn?” he slipped his hand between her thighs, catching that hardened nub of hers where it strained.

Lumina sighed, leaning away to allow him a little more room, booking her hands behind his neck as she arched in pleasure. His smirk at her reaction was feral, wicked, and possessive. But just as he could feel her reawaken for more, he slipped his touch away, pushing her off his lap, off his slightly softened cock. “Allow me to offer you amends, then, for the torture you had to endure to be parted from my side, my darling.” He swept his arm to the side, the columns of bookcases darkened the edges of the room, embossed titles and oiled leather spines glimmered through the shadows. “My library is yours. Choose as many as you like, come when you wish…”

He stood with a grunt, managing to lace his breeches back up absentmindedly as he watched her face melt into one of awe and wonder and adoration for him.

Making something in his chest grow painfully hard.

Ignoring that sensation, he reached for the pewter chalice on the side table before crossing over to where she had begun to peruse his collection.

Her nostrils flared at the scent. “For me?” She took the chalice in her hands, the metal still warm from the fresh source of the contents within. “A little blood to keep me going for you, is that right, Master?”

“Let’s just say,” he smiled, lifting her face, the pads of his fingers beneath her chin, “a little something to sweeten the deal. A little something to seal your admission that you wish to be mine for all time, Lumina.”

She doesn’t think twice before she raises the cup to her lips, but the instant it coats her tongue, she knows something is… different. It’s rich in flavor, strange and familiar in her mouth all at once. “This is still warm, my Master?”

“Indeed,” he leaned against the mantle, lazily watching her every move. “Warm, freshly spilled, living, thinking blood,” he paused, reaching for her as if he could touch her at this distance, “only for you, my Little Light.”

Lumina dared another mouthful, its power already making her body shake. Making her feel more alive than ever before. It felt so very good. Too good perhaps. She didn’t even give a second thought to its source, to whatever poor guest maybe was bled or left to die for her meal. It was.. addictive the way it made her feel. It made her nerves tingle, her face flush hot. It made her hands warm, her sex hot and dripping and clenching as she locked eyes with him from across the room.

Her hands shook as she tried to set the chalice down on its stem. The cup toppled over with her clumsiness, but she had drained every drop of that sweet, powerful elixir.

“Not to your taste, my love?” he purred, his hips cocking as her body shook, as she took small steps closer. Her eyes were dilated wide, her skin flushed and alive. He could smell her arousal, hear her heart pumping slightly harder. “I was so hoping you would say it’s the best you’ve ever had, my darling.”

Her nostrils flared as she crept closer. That blood was in her veins, the magic already taking hold, he could see it. And it made him smile.

“It’s nice to see you indulge,” he said, pulling her naked form against him the moment she was within reach. “How do you feel? Your first thinking blood, hmm?”

“I… feel…” she whispered, leaning into his body, shivering as her skin brushed against his smooth chest.

She hesitated as she scanned his face. “Do you feel alive?” He smirked, rubbing his hand across her cheek and into her shining golden hair. “Do you feel strong… happy?”

“Yes,” she sighed, her eyes locked into his face. Looking for answers to unspoken questions. “But I feel so much more than that. I can’t… tell you what.”

He cradled her against him, hands running over her body with a bit of tenderness and a bit of command. “Shh shh,” he hushed in her ear. “Perhaps the blood I harvested for you was a little strong. You deserve the best, my Light, only the strongest, most potent, most powerful blood will do for my… mistress.”

That power coursed in her veins, every sense sharpened with its vigor. Looking into his face, she would see every twitch of his brows, every flicker of his eyes on her own countenance. “Your mistress?” she hesitated to let the words from her lips as if she feared they were a lie.

His lip twisted to one side, an amused smirk as she licked her lips clean still. “Oh yes,” he hummed, pulling her across the room. A single door slide opened as he approached, hidden amongst the heavy-laden shelves. The darkness swallowed them as she followed him inside. His scent was heavy in the air as he called flames to light the candlesticks within. The chamber within was elegant and luxurious, a smattering of bright colors and pastels, on the walls, the curtains, the bedspread.

He stopped at the bedside, hands at her lower back to pull her flush against him. “You will be here, my Light.” He nodded his back towards the open door, “One door to allow you into my cherished library at your smallest whim….” A flourish of his hand, and one glowing Mage Hand appeared across the room, opening another broad door on the opposite side. “And another door to my chambers…” his brows furrowed into that look of possessive hunger and seduction, his voice dripping that warm and velvety promise of pleasure. “Since you will be in my bed every night henceforth…” Astarion gripped her ass hard in his palms, letting his nails dig into her soft and supple flesh. “Or I in yours, if you’ll have me.”

Something in her full belly swirled at his words, his invitation didn’t feel like one of his commands… there was no pull of his magic, no tendrils tickling her will. It was a true offer, a genuine invitation to let him into her bed and between her thighs.

She stared into that sultry smirking face, the light dancing off his sharp features, his eyes extra piercing with those lines of kohl making them captivating, intense. She shivered under that stare. He clearly had this all planned, prepared well in advance, every detail ready for her approval and admiration. And she loved it.

She turned to pull herself against his body, his skin so hot against her belly, his scent so delicious and familiar as she took a deep breath. “I’m always willing to have you, my master,” she sighed, blushing with hot cheeks for once as she met his ravenous gaze. “I’ll have you right now again, and again if you wish.”

“There is nothing… I’d like more,” he sighed, his mouth descending sharply. His kiss is all power and passion, his body pushed up against her bare skin until she was nearly tumbling into her new bed. Hers. It was all hers. As he pushed her down, as he pulled his legs free from his trousers and sank himself inside her again beneath him, he finally felt a burst of heat in his chest.

He had thought of nothing the last tenday apart from having her again, from giving her a place at his side where she couldn’t stray too far. He wanted nothing more than his cock buried in her, her hair wrapped around his hand or beneath his face as he slept, he wanted her with him always now. No other concubine would do.

She had ruined him. And so, he plotted to reward her with all this… the thought was almost too much, his victory at making her his alone.

This little girl from the little shop, pulled from the gutter by his hand to be his saving Light. He would give her everything, and he would take her everything from her. An equal exchange.

Something about her simmered beneath the surface since he had first caught a glimpse of her in that rank old shop, the keeper’s only piece of chattel worth offering for his debts. His chest had been tight, his throat had burned to see her being used and neglected. He would do so much better for her.

And now, as she bucked to his every thrust, hands clasped around his beck and eyes fluttered shut as she came so flawless on his cock, he had finally given her the value of her true worth.

She was his Light, his diamond in the rough. And now she was his forever. That blood in her body was already working its magic. Her flesh was warm, her power increased ten fold, not that she would know it… Soon she would do so much more than feel warm to the touch, but she would figure that out in due time.

A few final, erratic snaps of his hips, and he filled her, pulse after pulse as he groaned. Eyes locked on her face, he watched her lips tremble to feel him come so hard just for her. Breathless, he kept himself up on his arms, a few lingering drags in her channel for extra pleasure. “Perfect. You are perfect every time,” he breathed, leaning down just enough to catch those pretty pink lips in a kiss. “And you’ll be perfect forever.”

Slowly he lowered himself to crusch her little body into the bed. “It’s all I could do to think of you. When I wasn’t meeting with boring nobles, I would dream of your sweet lips and your even sweeter cunt.”

“I thought of you too,” she admitted so quietly. “I would sneak to visit the halls to your rooms, just to catch your scent…”

“Tch,” he teased, a dark arch to his brow, “naughty for a spawn… but it was your well-deserved right at my mistress.”

“You’re serious about all this… my master?” she barely spoke, eyes darting around her new room, how fine it was, how impressive it was.

“Do you doubt my sincerity?” He looked at her exacting and yet somehow playful. Mischievous perhaps. “Doubt my devotion to you?”

She smiled, again that luminous grin that made his heart ache. “I did, yes, in your absence, my lord. Your other spawn…”

“You’ll never have to worry about them again,” he interjected. “Not one of them will harm you,” his mouth turned in a sadistic, threatening smirk. “And godsforbid one of them so much as insults you, my mistress. They will wish…”

She put her hand on his mouth. “No one needs to die or be punished because of me, my lo… lord.”

His brow arched, curious, as her hand left his lips, revealing his smirk. “Your…? It seems there was more you wished to say.” His fingers softly grabbed her chin to open those pouting lips of hers. “Don’t make me pry the word from your tongue…”

“My love,” she blushed as she said. “I… I love you,” she paused and held her breath.

The look of pure contentment on his face made him appear… youthful, innocent, as if he hadn’t just been threatening to kill a spawn for insult it threat. “Do you know happy that makes me? To hear my feelings returned?” his voice low, pressed in his throat.

“You.. love me too?”

“Of course I do,” he smiled wider. “Why else would I bring you as mine tonight, give you such powerful, living blood and gift you these rooms as my mistress?” Those long, skilled fingers teased through her golden hair, his thumb dancing across her cheek. Her skin warm and flushed and looking alive with that fresh and potent blood in her body.

She giggled, giddy beneath him. “It seems far too good for me, my love.” She let the name free from her lips this time. Those lips were too much a temptation for him not to devour again. “Nothing is too good for you now that you are mine alone, mine forever, my Little Light.”

His… The possessiveness made her purr, curled in his arms, warmed and cared for. For once in her life.

“You’ll let me show you my affection for you once more, won’t you?” he rasped into her ear, cock still hard and shoved deep within her.

A cheeky smile on her lip, she rolled him on his back. It was so easy… in the morning she would realize it had been too easy. But for now, she was drunk on the sight of him under her, his tousled hair and rakish smirk as she began to grind. “More than willing to have you show me, only this time, allow me… my love.”

When she finally stirred, every limb ached, her legs dried and sticky. Her arm reached beside her, the softest sheets cocooning her in luxury. Slowly, the night returned to her… the rigorous fucking, the new chambers, his mistress, his chosen… his love. Her nerves tingled as she stirred. Opening her eyes, these new rooms were bathed in light.

Light.

Not from candles or fireplaces or torches. Daylight. The kind she had been barred from, the dangerous burn you to nothing kind of light.

But now, warm beams cut through the air, the particles of dust dancing merrily in their shafts. She reached a hand into the closest beam. It warmed her skin, bathing her in light she thought she would never see again.

The moment of euphoria and hope darkened even as she sat up. Alone in her new rooms, she could hear movement from his chambers through their connecting door. Her heart sank and fluttered, her mind racing.

What had he done to her…

#ascended astarion #ascended astarion x spawn #spawn harem #ascended astarion smut #astarion x oc #astarion angst #astarion x female oc #astarion fic #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 astarion #baldur’s gate astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 romance #baldur’s gate iii #baldur’s gate 3

[quirk-nova]

The Astronomical Chronicles 2.0 Cast: The Luminaries (Part 1)

(Click on the underlined links to see their original versions and compare the changes made)

The Luminaries

A set of characters who don’t represent zodiacs and take inspiration from the non-zodiac constellations recognized by the International Astronomical Union (IAU).

Airelo (eye-reh-loh)

A childlike and innocent Stellinia who represents Antlia. Airelo has the ability to project an aura of air. He doesn’t quite know how to use his powers the same way as the others, who mocked him for it.

Dick Forepaw

A geeky and blabby anthropomorphic European mole who represents Triangulum Australe. Dick is the leader of a robotics club consisting of Gambol, Pilirani Snoets, and his brother, Wilbur. He is also autistic and shares their love of helping others.

Remedy Gravitor

A zestful and unsophisticated witch who represents Sextans. Remedy is the youngest daughter of a family known for their cosmic magic. Like her parents, she wishes to pursue a career in astronomy, but she would rather do things her own way.

Izzy Merrick

A visually impaired and animal-loving human-witch hybrid who represents Draco. Beside animals, Izzy’s other favorite thing is mythical creatures, especially dragons. She helps her widowed human mother tend to a magical apple tree alongside her two shape shifting lizards.

Esinwa

A silent and clumsy fly-like Stellinia who represents Musca. Esinwa is known to collect bugs and shiny things. In the past, she was seen as an omen by her fellow Stellinias on Mortiku, so she doesn't have many friends.

Pilirani Snoets

A nonverbal autistic anthropomorphic aardvark who represents Norma. Besides being a member of Dick Forepaw’s robotics club, Pilirani’s best-known trait is her love of pastel-colored sweets. Her job is to create sketches for the club's future creations.

Nalani Tanika

A self-centered and carefree witch who represents Corona Borealis. Nalani comes from a family of witches known for their elemental magic and their alliance with the Gravitors. He and his mother are in possession of a crown that grants the wielder temporary elemental magic abilities.

Goswin Vance

A lovable slug-loving human with Down syndrome who represents Eridanus. Goswin and his family live near a river, where he often plays alone with his fidget toys. Sometimes, when he finds people who are lost, Goswin usually finds some way to help them.

Mojassameh

An enlightened and grumpy sculpture-like Stellinia who represents Sculptor. Mojassameh likes to spend her free time creating new inventions in the hopes of being noticed by the world. Whenever she doesn't feel like herself, she prefers to sculpt instead.

Jay

A laid-back and musical anthropomorphic sloth bear who represents Ursa Major. Jay has an illegitimate child named Abe from a previous relationship. After an argument with Abe's mother, he has vowed to never pursue love again and lives alone.

Morana

A witchy and mischievous Wolpertinger who represents Lepus. Morana likes to cause trouble with her electricity-related magic but always ends up being chased away. She has since escaped from her enemies but continues to be warded off by those she manages to provoke.

Athena Brand

A feisty and imprudent human who represents Perseus. Athena’s father, a well-known hero named Chaz, happens to own the Firebrand Dojo, where she takes martial arts classes in order to defend her loved ones. She is currently dating Ramona Barnett, a friend from her high school.

Iskena

An ignorant and thoughtless chisel-like Stellinia who represents Caelum. Iskena usually likes to hang around with her best friend Mojassameh and sometimes helps her with new inventions. She also likes to help Mojassameh whenever she chooses to sculpt.

Roz

A motherly and excitable anthropomorphic Tamworth pig who represents Apus. Roz dreams of starting her own family, but she sometimes lets her vanity get the best of her. She usually has trouble finding a soulmate, but perhaps that could change.

Christopher

A light-hearted and philosophical ice witch who represents Indus. Christopher ran away from his corrupt family and became a vagabond. He now lives out in nature, where he can hone his hunting and survival skills.

Gray Negrescu

A dapper and happy-go-lucky human who represents Orion. The people of Graupel find Gray annoying due to his tendency to boast and his womanizing nature. When it comes to dangerous situations, he has no other choice but to use a shovel as a last-resort weapon.

Pavorea (pah-voh-ray-ah)

A boisterous and merry peacock-like Stellinia who represents Pavo. Pavorea enjoys skateboarding and playing around with advanced technology. No matter what obstacles came their way, Pavorea always found ways to make others happy despite all of the dangers around her.

Misty Liddy

A perky and kind anthropomorphic least weasel who represents Vulpecula. A former con artist-turned-entrepreneur, Misty tries to start a business, and she hopes that it will be successful enough to get her rich. Although she regrets the decisions she has made in the past, Misty is kind of happy the way she is now.

Domovoy

A relaxed and unprofessional mythical who represents Fornax. Domovoy is the current guardian of the fiery Hearth Orb, which is powered by the odd jobs he does for a living, making his home-related magic stronger. Throughout his life, he was mostly raised by his oldest brother, who took him away from their power-hungry father.

Cohen Neidhardt

A bitter and venturesome human who represents Chamaeleon. Cohen is known to be a professional critic of various things. He likes to spend his free time creating new gadgets that can be used for many purposes.

#the astronomical chronicles 2.0 #constellations

[oh-atlas]

🎵 for Rakreya (or Rakrana), Raelphonse, and Kali

RAKREYA & MORANA » No Way by Sevdeliza

There is no way this is real There is no way for your heart to contain mine

ALPHONSE & RAEL  »  Strong Enough by Sheryl Crow

God, I feel like hell tonight Tears of rage I cannot fight I'd be the last to help you understand Are you strong enough to be my man?

KALI  » Savages by MARINA

I'm not the only one who finds it hard to understand I'm not afraid of God, I am afraid of man

Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the same.

#r: rakreya x morana #r: alphonse x rael #ch: kali #idk if i've ever talked about gnasty sexie my secret favorite villain but there she is #asks

[pomegranates-and-blood]

To the edge of days (Prologue, pt.1)

To the edge of days Masterlist

Pairing: Hvitserk/Reader

Summary: A fairytale retelling of the story of the Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise, with some elements of the Swan Maiden myths and folklore.

Word Count: 3.5k (I can’t write short stuff anymore, help)

Warnings: Fantasy/Magic!AU, some nudity, canon-typical mentions or descriptions of violence, and ✨magic✨ (and shapeshifter!Reader and OCs, but if you don’t like that sort of stuff rest assured that both the swan maiden/shapeshifting and the magic only have relevance on the prologue and 1st chapter, then it’s just basically canon universe rules in an AU with a few mentioned fantasy elements -well that was a needlessly complicated description-).

A/N: This is (the first part of) my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​’s​ 500 Followers Celebration, with the prompt of the fairytale of The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise.

Congratulations again, bonita! You’re so amazing, such a lovely person and so damn talented, ilysm!! Thank you for all you do, for all your wonderful Hvitty fics that feed my soul, hope you like this! 😘

A lil info dump on the fairytale(s) and folklore that this takes inspiration from: You can find a summary of the story of The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise right here and a translation of the original right here. Of course, Hvitserk takes the role of the hero, Iván Tsarévich, and the reader character that of Vasilisa. The fairytale uses a lot of familiar figures of Russian folklore, such as the animal bride, a woman capable of shape-shifting into a swan or similar bird, but who depends on a cloak of feathers to be able to return to her bird form, otherwise trapped in human form (in this fairytale, as in many others, she is spied on by the hero, who is then able to marry her, though in most stories with the swan maiden her husband hides the cloak from her so she cannot return to her sisters/world, only for her to find it or her children to give it back to her at the end, allowing her to go freely); and the the devil’s daughter, as Vasilisa is a daughter of the Sea Tsar that torments Iván. This follows loosely the structure of the The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise fairytale, while also incorporating some elements from swan maiden folklore, a little information on that you can find here.

And lastly, title is from the Atticus quote: I will chase you to the edge of days, to our last tomorrows.

If anything is unclear or I’ve missed anything, please let me know! Thank you!

Shrugging off the cloak of feathers with a sigh, you hide it in the hollow under some old tree’s roots as you always do, before following the sound of your sister’s voice to the stream of clear waters.

“You finally decided to join us, eh?” Živa states as soon as she sees you, playing with a flower that floats in the water around her.

“I heard your squawks all the way from home, you didn’t leave me much of a choice.” You retort, chuckling and ducking out of the way of the flower Živa tries throwing at your head.

“If you could stop slandering me and convince your sister to come down and no longer circle us like a vulture, that would be great.”

You look up to see the raven flying overhead, a caw that sounds almost offended reaching you after Živa’s words.

“She likes making sure we are safe here, you know that.”

Živa only huffs, petulantly offended, and sinks further down into the water until only the top of her head is visible. With a chuckle, you walk towards her, careful steps taking you over the boulders that litter the shore until you find one where you can sit and only dip your feet into the tranquil waters.

With one last cry, the raven flying overhead dives down as quick as lightning, seemingly unstopped until in the blink of an eye your sister stands in the place where it would have crashed.

Your eyes narrow with your smile, “Dramatic.”

Morana shrugs, but there’s a hint of a smile on her own lips as she takes off her own cloak of feathers, carefully placing it on a rock by her side before she starts walking further into the water to join you two.

Talking about everything and nothing for a while, you are almost considering joining them in swimming, when the eldest of your sisters takes a breath and brings the world past the wilderness you call your own to the front of your mind.

“I saw a group of hunters heading North,” She comments casually, shooing away a floating flower left behind by Živa. “From Kiev.”

Your other sister needs only the mention of that kingdom to perk up, a cruel edge in her dark eyes as she taunts without hesitation, “You haven’t done anything impressive, there is not even a whisper of death in the air.”

“I didn’t kill them.”

The smile falls from Živa’s face, her expression twisting somewhere between affront and confusion, “Why not?”

“I would have had to endure you boasting about how you could have done better, when we both know you aren’t as fast as you think you are.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Morana’s answering smile is cold and refrained, but the glint in her eye speaks of more life than her eerily calm tone gives away,

“Will you rise to it?”

Your sister’s eyes shine with a childish glee at the promise of carnage that should be striking, should feel like a stark contrast to her warm disposition, but somehow the bloodthirst seems to fit well with the season she breathes life to. It is during spring that men go to war, and in the season of rebirth and battle it is often blood and not rain that waters the flowers.

Big eyes turn to you, and she swims closer,

“Are you up for it?”

You frown, moving your feet back and forth in the water as you argue, “I just got here.”

Her nose furrows as she teases in mocking sadness, voice low, “You’ve got too soft a heart, dear sister.”

As you lean closer, your answer is just as low, an exchange that is entirely too natural between you, “At least I have one.”

She smiles but doesn’t argue, and returns to shore and shrugs the cloak she left in a small cove of roots and dead branches back on. There’s still the faint stain of red on the warm colored feathers, old blood sticking stubbornly to the almost golden tone of her cloak, and you truly do not want to know if the blood is her own or someone else’s.

Živa calls for Morana to hurry which only makes her move more slowly on purpose, but before long your sisters have taken to the skies again, the almost taunting screeches of a hawk slowly getting more and more distant until all you can hear is the lull of the waters and the branches of the trees resisting the tranquil breeze.

With them gone and only the wind for company, you allow yourself to relax, stripping down and leaving your dress safe by the riverbank, before slipping into the calm waters, bathing and swimming to your heart’s content.

Somewhere in the back of your mind there’s the tether to the world around you, to the skies and the land, and you can almost hear the screech of a hawk in the distance even though you know Živa is far from you, you can hear a crow caw even though Morana never enjoyed being quite as loud as your other sister.

Eyes closed, you reach for them, and as always the tether to Živa strengthens with more ease, and you can feel the wind against her wings, the warm blood on her tongue, the thrill in her heart at the melody that war is for her.

You see flashes of what is happening around her, feel her jump between beast and woman with the ease only she has for it. When she lingers for a moment too long as a woman instead of a bird, you notice that the armor in those men is not that of mere hunters.

But before you can linger on it, a sound startles you back into reality.

You know that sound. A branch giving way under someone’s step.

Stalling your breath, you stay still in the water, and slowly you turn your head to glance back to the shore.

Ice runs through your veins when you find a man standing there, warm eyes on you, frame lean but still that of a warrior, a sword hanging from his side.

The scream that leaves your lips sounds too alike the shrill cry of an owl even to your own ears, and you scramble back further into the waters, never turning your back to the intruder.

Your heartbeat rushes in your ears and fear sings in your blood, but you still notice the dark color of his armor, and you know where he comes from.

You know where he comes from, and because of that you know what he might do, what he is capable of.

“What are you doing here!?”

He startles as well, drawing back, “You don’t have to-…I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then leave.” You hiss, trying to be as discreet as you can as you seek with one hand desperately for a big enough stone on the riverbed. You aren’t sure what that might do against iron and brute strength, but it might stall him enough for you to fetch your cloak and kill him or fly away.

He hesitates, seemingly attempting a step forward before stopping himself. Your eyes narrow as you look at him, waiting for an action or an answer but receiving nothing but hesitant motions and ambivalent silence.

“How are you not freezing?” He asks eventually, seemingly honest, apparently truly curious. You hesitate, and the part of you that sounds too alike Živa makes you believe maybe that is what he is attempting, to distract you, to make you falter.

“That is none of your concern.”

“I will not hurt you.”

“I know that,” You retort, but he mistakes the meaning of your words it seems, and when you notice the slight loosening of the tension of his frame, you clarify, “You cannot. But you might try.”

You seem to startle a smile out of him, and you aren’t so sure why you feel that useless warmth at the sight of it, but it is quite easy to push that to the back of your mind.

“If I can’t, then what do you have to fear?” He prompts. He is reminding you strikingly of someone trying to lure an animal out of hiding, and you aren’t comfortable with that comparison. It usually ends with the animal dead, or in a cage.

You furrow your lips, and point out the obvious, “I do not know if you have noticed, but I am naked and you are dressed for war. I am at a disadvantage.”

He opens his mouth to answer, before stopping himself and closing his mouth again. Slowly, and seemingly against his will, his lips curve into a smile.

“Are you asking me to get naked?”

Eyes wide, you shake your head immediately, gritting your teeth when words attempt to stumble past your lips without much sense or purpose. Embarrassment burns away at you, making you feel more exposed than you already are.

But, if there is something you share with your sisters, is that no discomfort lasts long without anger.

Eyes narrowed, you hiss, “You aren’t yet that lucky.”

His head tilts to the side, and the smile doesn’t give way. It seems to widen, to sharpen, as he repeats,

“Yet.”

“Your weapons, lay…lay them down there, and step away.” You order instead of indulging such a foolish taunt.

You try not to give away your surprise when he doesn’t hesitate to comply, undoing the belt from where a sword and an axe hang and taking a small dagger from his lower back and letting it join the pile he makes of his weapons.

“There.”

The way he steps back, arms swinging for a moment longer than the simple movement would make them, almost makes you feel a tad more at ease. If the Kievan is fidgeting, perhaps…he truly has no intention to hurt you.

But perhaps it is not a nervous gesture, but the anticipation of a beast before it pounces, the nervous flutters of muscles held to high tension as they still in preparation for an attack.

Regardless, you swim closer, extending a hand and touching the tips of your fingers over the cold iron. It quickly joins the earth underneath them, nothing but dirt and dust again, and you can breathe a little easier.

“W-What did you…?” His words die, and warm eyes search yours for answers you hope you are not giving away. “You…you have magic.”

You don’t answer, and though you are aware that is an answer in and of itself, the thoughts in your mind are chasing themselves in circles too much for you to care for such a thing right now.

Disappearing momentarily behind one of the larger boulders where you discarded your clothes, you quickly shrug the dress back on, uncaring that it clings to your damp skin as you search the branches and leaves that litter the riverbank for the hiding spot of your cloak.

Your heart stops when you fail to find it, and horror dawns on you.

Before you can think twice about it, you stride back to the alcove of trees where you saw the Kievan last, hands clenched into fists and eyes searching desperately for him.

You find the man crouching by the place where you made his weapons erode away, attention solely dedicated to the iron-colored dust that now stains the tips of his fingers.

Refusing to let yourself falter at the sight of what you are sure is some sort of curiosity, you continue walking, anger bubbling under your skin at the offense, anger making it easier for the panic that bubbles somewhere in your chest at the thought of having lost your cloak to a Kievan to be swallowed down.

“You thief!” You snarl, sparing only a glance to his surroundings to see if the spark of white feathers is visible anywhere, but to no avail. As the man stumbles back, standing up once again but still backing away from you, you continue, “Whatever foolish tales they share in Kiev are not true, so give it back!”

You know the stories they tell, of how stealing the cloak of a woman like you, a woman like your sisters, gives men claim to their hearts, gives them a right to marry the woman they have stolen it from.

“What are you talking about?”

“You stole it from me!”

“Stole what!?” He asks, and you don’t fail to notice he is still stepping back away from you as you advance, and on some part of your mind you know you ought to be smart and think about what that means, but anger and fear make you keep moving, voice rising.

“You were spying on me! You stole from me!”

“I-I-I didn’t! I didn’t steal anything from you!” He lifts his hands in a show of innocence that you do not believe for a single moment. The slightly panicked chuckle that leaves his lips makes you stop walking, instead taking a moment to study him, and he seizes the chance and tries again, voice calmer, “I did not come here to steal anything from you.”

Your eyes narrow, and past gritted teeth you press, “What are you here for then? What do you want from me?”

If it is some sort of favor he wants in exchange for the cloak, then you will grant it. Many have crossed these forests having been promised wealth and power in exchange for leaving you alone, and you do not know nor care if the Gods have granted either, but it has let you get rid of them.

His eyes search yours, and he seems to be aware that every moment of his silence makes you think he is searching for an excuse, for he opens his mouth a couple of times to try to find something to say, before settling on,

“I just…want to talk to you.”

“Talk?” He nods his head, murmuring an assent for good measure. Not bothering to mask the frown that mars your features, you prompt, forcing your muscles to let go of tension enough for you to gesture with a hand, “Talk, then.”

Silence, again. You are starting to think he rarely thinks twice about the things he gets himself into.

“What…what is your name?” He asks finally, the way he voices the question makes you think he was stumbling for something to say.

Still, you hold on to rightful anger, and jut your chin upwards, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What do you want my name for? You’ll probably steal it as well.”

At that he laughs, his head dropping forward and a silent shake of his shoulders accompanying the movement. You frown, affronted, but wait for him to speak.

“I promise I won’t.”

“What use have I for a thief’s word?”

“I haven’t stolen anything from you.”

Your eyes narrow at his smile. In the back of your mind, you wonder if he is trying to be charming. If he is, he is failing.

Your words leave you past gritted teeth, “A thief and a liar then.”

He doesn’t argue, which is commendable. Instead, he tries reasoning with you.

Though, his attempts at reasoning make you feel like a child, or a crazy woman.

“Alright, what do you think I stole from you?”

“What do you think it was?” You ask instead. The man shrugs, a smile tugging at his lips that he tries forcing back.

“Nothing.”

You bite back a sigh, closing your eyes and trying to find calm again. The fear at the prospect of having lost your tether to this earth makes you feel jittery, makes anger entirely too easy to fall into, but you refuse.

“My sister would have your head for playing such games, you know.”

“My brother would have yours for such accusations. Perhaps we should introduce them to one another.”

Just imagining Živa being introduced to a human, and a Kievan at that, is outlandish and hilarious enough to make some soft part of you relent, some warm part of you wish to offer a smile.

Instead of any such foolish thing, you step forward, head titled to the side as you take him in, the dark armor, the fur draped over his shoulders, the braids in his brown hair. No man, no warrior, would venture into these forests alone, not without a purpose.

“Why are you here, thief?”

“Not a thief.”

“Not an answer.” You insist, lifting your brows.

His smile widens, again. It is unsettling.

“Would you believe me if I told you I got lost?” He prompts, but before you can say anything he shrugs one shoulder, sitting back down on the fallen tree with such nonchalance that your words die in your lips. “Well, that is the truth.”

“Where are you supposed to be then?”

He glances from a berry bush he was studying back to you, seemingly considering whether or not he should trust this information to you.

After a deliberation that is entirely too short in your opinion, he tells you, “Now? I suppose I will return to Kiev. My brother and I will meet again in Novgorod, if the Gods are with me.”

“Novgorod is far from Oleg’s control now.” You venture before you can think twice about it, searching his gaze for any indication of a lie and finding none when he nods his head and states,

“I know. That is why we were going there,” His eyes linger on yours, and you surprise yourself when you feel no urge to look away. He leans forward, elbows resting on bended knees, and tries, voice quiet, “Whatever you think I took from you, I swear I did not.

You know that now. Being able to calm your heart has let you realize you didn’t leave the cloak by the riverbank as you usually do, has let you remember hiding it a few steps back in the alcove made by an old tree’s roots.

If you are honest, you truly feel foolish right now.

You will still blame it on him for startling you like this.

At your silence, he ventures again, “Your people are not exactly allies of Oleg, are you?”

“Neither are yours, it seems.”

The side of his mouth curves into a grin, voice strangely soft, almost fond, as he mumbles, “You never answer my questions directly.”

“Can you blame me for distrusting you?”

Without waiting for an answer, and still careful of turning your back to him, you go back to the hiding spot where you find the cloak of feathers, white dotted with black, running your hand over the softness of it for a moment before you stand up and put it back on over your shoulders.

For too long you debate on whether you should escape now, on what you should do. For too long you consider indulging the foolish, and reckless, and frankly stupid part of you that wants to go back, that wants to talk with him more.

The cloak serves more as an armor than you would ever be willing to admit, and you tell yourself it is the confidence having your own form of a sword and shield with you that lets you return, and not your foolishly soft heart that forces you to.

When you walk back, you find him absently picking some berries from a nearby bush. You notice the look he gives you, a silent challenge to see if you will admit you were wrong in accusing him of stealing from you, but you arrogantly lift your chin upwards and refuse to give away any ground.

You could swear you hear him chuckle as you find a seat on a rock a good distance away from him.

“Will you apologize?” He ventures, shrugging at your startled expression, “You wrongfully accused me.”

“You were watching me bathe. Forgive me for thinking you were less than an honest man.”

His answering smile makes the corners of his eyes crinkle adorably, and he purposely ignores the venom of your answer to cheerfully claim,

“Apology accepted.”

“I-I-…it wasn’t…” You sputter, but he makes no note of it, continuing,

“And for what it is worth, I truly am sorry for startling you.”

There’s a whisper by your foolish heart, too-soft heart, that promises you there is no harm in believing he is honest, that reassures you the regret in his voice is not an act.

Instead of acknowledging the apology, you ask, “Why were you…watching me?”

If the question startles him, he doesn’t show it. Though you could swear his smile softens a little, a thoughtful hum leaving him as he licks his lips.

“It is not every day that I stumble upon a beautiful woman bathing in the middle of the forest.”

“Charming.” You deadpan. He brings a berry to his lips, swallowing before asking,

“Truly?”

“No.”

He shrugs again, popping another berry into his mouth, “Worth a try. And it is true.”

____ ____ ____

Thank you for reading, hope this was alright! I’m still trying to get the hang of Hvitserk’s character so I apologize if I did poorly.

I’ll post the second part of the prologue in a few days, maybe a week? Idk. Thank you for reading!

Hvitserk Taglist: @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie​​​

#hvitserk x reader #hvitserk imagine #Hvitserk #to the edge of days masterlist

[onesillybeach]

New Beginnings Ch. 18

F!Reader x Liu Kang/Kung Lao

This one is short and I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Also, yay Helena cameo~ But also, aw, Helena cameo ;-;

@ancientowlgirl @poor-unfortunate-soul-85 @shang-hung

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You two hadn’t had sex. You’d made out. You’d talked. You’d made out some more. You’d talked some more. You’d fallen asleep with Liu in his bed. His light snores had lulled you to sleep comfortably. Finally, relaxed.

You’d woken up the next morning when Liu had shifted. You felt his lips on your forehead and smiled before opening your eyes to look at him.

“Good morning,” Liu said softly.

“Sure is,” you said, then returned the kiss, but to his lips.

“Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s alright.”

“Did you want to train with me this morning?”

Yes. You did… But you trained with Lao in the morning. And today was supposed to be Lao’s day with you as well. If you ditched him for Liu… You didn’t want to think what would happen. But, instead of telling Liu that, you shook your head and snuggled under his covers, inhaling his scent. “I’m gonna sleep a bit more. I’ll see you at breakfast?”

He grinned and nodded as he got out of bed. “Take your time,” he told you, grabbing his gi-top from the floor and tossing it into a basket. He took another moment to watch you with a smile before stepping out into the hall.

As weird as it was to notice, Raiden had not been acting like himself lately. Him being distant wasn't new. Raiden had seemed to keep a distance between everyone. But as you trained with Kung Lao, you noticed Raiden watching with a solemn expression.

When you finished training, Lao had given you a kiss. Oh, that kiss. It wasn’t a simple kiss. No. You’d learned that Lao wasn’t a fan of giving you those little pecks. When he kissed you, he did so with purpose. He’d held your face. His lips engulfed you. That alone could be all the encouragement you needed to train harder. As he pulled away, your smile brought him to smile in return. You could tell the kiss encouraged him as well. It was a reward for both of you. But instead of following him to Breakfast, you told him you would catch up later.

You watched Lao walk off… watched his ass a bit selfishly, then turned your attention towards Raiden. He was watching you.

You gave him a respectful bow.

He gave you a bow of his head.

"Lord Raiden," you addressed as you approached him. "Are you alright?"

He raised his brows to you. "Of course I am, Y/F/N."

"You don't look it," you pressed.

Raiden took in a stiff breath. "I assure you, I am fine."

"You can't lie to a nurse," you told him. "We know better."

That got a little chuckle from him. "You are quite observant."

"I was trained for it."

"I suppose you were."

"So what's bothering you? Is it me? Am I not training hard enough?"

"You are doing well."

“The kiss? Was that awkward for you?”

“No.”

"Then what is it?"

Raiden sighed. His glowing eyes shifted away from you. "Your issue has painfully reminded me of my own."

"Of the person you loved?" You’d remembered.

"I still love," he corrected you.

"Didn't you say it's been like five-hundred years?"

He nodded.

"They're… still alive?"

"...No.”

"Oh..." You weren’t sure what to say.

Raiden sucked in another breath. You could tell this was difficult for him to talk about. "She was killed in a tournament."

"What was her name?"

Raiden frowned a bit. "Helena Morana," he'd breathed.

You blinked at him. "A human?"

He nodded.

"What was she like?"

“Just and selfless. She used her magic to help others, even myself.”

"She was a witch?"

“A sorceress.”

"Like Shang Tsung?"

Raiden frowned. "No. Not like Shang Tsung. Shang Tsung is a snake corrupted by evil… Helena Morana… My Helena… Was once a beacon of light and hope for me." As Raiden stared at you, you could tell he was hurting. You could see the pain in his eyes. He wanted to say something else, but no words came from his lips. You frowned to him.

"You are concerned for me?" Raiden asked, now amused.

You nodded. "She must have meant a lot to you.”

“She still does.”

You were quiet then. The way he spoke of Helena, as if she still existed, made you wonder. He must have read your mind again, because he chuckled and nodded. He then offered you his arm. You took it carefully despite your confusion. He began to lead you through the halls.

"What do you know of Mortal Kombat's history?" He asked you curiously.

You cringed. History was never your forte. You barely passed your history classes in highschool. And you honestly didn't remember much of what Liu had told you. You blew out your cheeks.

"Ah." Raiden nodded, not at all disappointed. "It is a complicated history. Do not worry."

"Liu told me all kinds of things. I just…" You made a vague motion with your free hand.

"It is alright. You are being forced to learn much in little time."

"Yeah…" You frowned despite Raiden's understanding.

"He did not mention my Helena?" He asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. I know he told me about a bunch of people, but I think I would have remembered your girlfriend. It’s kind of… odd.” He lifted a brow to you then. You quickly tried to explain yourself. “I mean. You don’t usually hear about gods falling in love with humans… Except for like, Greek mythology.”

Raiden laughed. A good laugh. But he said nothing as he continued to lead you through the halls. Eventually, they grew totally unfamiliar. You'd never seen this part of the temple, but you knew you were deep in. The air smelled different… musty.

Raiden stopped before a large wooden door and turned to look at you. "Prepare yourself. I know mortals are rather uncomfortable with what rests behind this door.” And before you could answer, the door had opened and revealed to you the source of that musty smell.

Tombs. Catacombs. Hundreds--No, thousands— of bodies were at rest, lined neatly along the walls, dressed in robes. Most of them were nothing but skeletons now. Some seemed mummified. You quickly realised who these people were as you stepped in: Monks. Your brows knotted. Why had Raiden brought you here? And why weren’t you grossed out?

Probably because you’d seen your fair share of disgusting things. Being a nurse wasn’t all bandaids and booster shots.

“Come,” Raiden said, pulling you from your head. You turned to see him walking further into the catacombs. You quickly followed. “Those who perish in my service, do not go forgotten,” Raiden said.

“Are all of these people… Did they all serve you?”

“Yes,” he simply answered. The further he led you, the more you were grateful he was there to guide you. The catacombs were an absolute maze.

“This place is insane…” You whispered as you looked from one body to the next.

“Those here are only the ones who wished to be here… or had no other place to go.”

You turned your head to look up at him.

“You may be put to rest here as well, if you choose.”

Your jaw stiffened. You were sure Raiden meant that as a simple offer, and not a warning of what was to come. “Thanks…” You said. “But… I don’t think I’d match the dress code.” Joke. Humor. Always when awkwardness hit.

Raiden glanced to you. “There is no dress code.”

Maybe he just didn’t understand that it was a joke. “The robes… And the… bones. I think I’d look too fresh.” Oh, God, what was wrong with you? You weren’t a slab of meat! “I mean—”

“They were not all just bones and robes when they entered here.”

“No, I… I guess so. I just… I’m sorry. You just threw me a curve ball and I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Ah,” He nodded.

You must have followed Raiden for several more minutes before you began to notice a change. Some of the bodies wore armor instead of robes. Were those… fighters? Former Earthrealm defenders? Wait, if those ones were here… “You’re taking me to her, aren’t you?”

Raiden let a small grin pull his lips.

“How did she die?” you asked. “I know you said in a tournament, but… how?”

“Shang Tsung defeated her. He took her soul.”

The catacombs had twisted and turned the whole way so far, but Raiden now led you into a large, circular room. The walls were lined with more remains, all in different clothing. Some with beautiful armor, some in simple clothing. One section of a wall in particular caught your eye. Nine bodies, each with their own burning incense, were lined up on their own shelves. And the shelves and remains themselves were neat and clean. Stepping closer to them, you could hardly see a speck of dirt nor dust on either of them. It was such a stark contrast to the rest of the bodies in the room, and in the rest of the catacombs, where the bodies had mostly seemed left alone. But these nine seemed actively taken care of. Why?

“Kung Lao’s ancestors,” Raiden answered your curiosity.

Lao’s ancestors. Nine of them? Surely there were more...

“This room is for Earthrealm’s former defenders,” Raiden answered your thoughts again.

“So these are all the past Kung Laos?” You asked, stepping back to look them all over as a whole. “Then this one here—” you pointed to the one you figured was the oldest.

“The Great Kung Lao,” Raiden answered. He sighed then and rested his hand on the edge of a raised, open, sarcophagus in the center of the room. “And this is my Helena,” Raiden said slowly, painfully. He wouldn’t even look at his lover’s remains. It was too painful. You looked, though. You couldn’t help yourself. You’d stepped right over and peered down into the stone sarcophagus.

She wore a dark dress. You weren’t sure what color it used to be. She wore simple shoes, not too different from the ones you were offered by the temple. Her hands were folded neatly over her stomach. Her hair was long and black and draped over her shoulders. And you could tell, even with how horribly sunken her face was, how mummified she was, that she used to be pretty… gorgeous even. You frowned at the sight. “She’s beautiful, Lord Raiden,” you said softly.

A small, single sound of disbelief left him. “She is nothing but brittle skin and bone now.”

“Well… Yeah,” Your frown sunk. You supposed it did sound silly to say such a grotesque sight was beautiful. “But… That’s not how you remember her.”

Raiden nodded, then let his grin come back to his face. “No, it is not.”

“She’s beautiful, Lord Raiden,” You repeated.

“She is,” he agreed.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 2021 #liu kang #kung lao #raiden #reader insert #fanfic #fic #reader x character #ludi lin #max huang #tadanobu asano #new beginnings #reader x liu kang #reader x kung lao #liu kang x reader #kung lao x reader

[vampyrasgone]

                     great  leaps  have  been  made  in  the  progress  of  mankind   since the start of the 21st century ; no longer do most hold one another over an open pyre for the smallest grievance, nor do they stab one another in the back over any inconveniance.  brothers seldom turn on brothers.  but it is not enough to sate him.  barbarism is bred into the human make-up, as he believes, and cannot simply be defeated through time alone.  thus, the count vladislav dracula elects to give humanity one. last. chance.  ten years to allow the old cycle of documentation and archival to be reborn in the school where it was founded.  he intends to revive the ancient school of magic, the scholomance, which for years had rested a mile beneath the earth’s crust and the very city of sibiu. 

             “ Any one of them could have stood up and said, "no, we won't behave like animals anymore.”

it was december 17th, 2021.  a great, looming, abandoned castle in carpathia ruthenia began to quiver around the earth. seismic activity had not been predicted in this area of dense mountain ridges, but here they began to crumble, sending great shards of sharp rocks rolling to the bottom of steep river valleys.  fear was intense, destruction of the immediate area imminent.  and while the sky grew dark and the castle itself began to blister with a boiling heat, something miraculous occurred:   it vanished. lost without a trace.  or so the world would have you think. 

in truth, it did what it had always done best; act as the prison for the vampire within it.  it and its master disappeared from the living world, transported down into the deep cervices and craggy tunnels of Peştera Bisericuţa ; a system of deep, winding caves to the northeast of alba iulia, the place where he grew up.  it was in this cavern that he settled between the world of here and nowhere;  a sort of portal that went through the eye of the world, the great tree that branched into a thousand different lifetimes, who’s roots sank deep into the underworld called Nav.  a place where mortals could not venture, where the souls of the dead roam free of the damned cauldron called pokol.  

it is there that the count resides, sending many dreams to the sleeping, weary heads of the living, and to vampires already made with pre-existing inclinations toward the old, divine magick.  he seeks to teach what he knows, and to share the castle archives once more with mortals and immortals alike who are eager to learn the secrets of the one called solomon.  to touch the golden scales of the last great belauri resting beneath the earth and claim one of their own.  he calls them students of the solomonar;  the great future of their kind, the solomonarie.  weather-makers,  potion-brewers,  sorcerers,   healers and priests of the great magick gods.

the entrance is a deep, but craggy and steep cavern that is accessible through hiking.  and no human can simply enter nav without offering something of their own.  to the mouth of the vampire is offered their blood, dripping upon the etched sigil in stone at the bottom of the tunnels.  there it is dark, but strangely light, as if moonlight from overhead shown blue upon the rock.  but there is no sky there, and they who enter will be utterly, irrevocably alone.                upon offering one’s weakness, they will be brought swiftly through the eye of the world tree Veledub/Világfa ,  which holds up the world,  and brought into the darkest part of the world known as vyraj - this part of nav where morana herself is a prisoner from her burning.  here, there are all sorts of creatures to be wary of.  these things, called navia, who take the from of elves and sinister faeries, rusalka and vampire and werewolf and witch alike who have met a terrible fate, and would like nothing more than to take their hatred out on the still-living souls from earth.    this place feels non-corporeal, but it is real, cast in eternal violet gloom without the light of the sun to reach it.   there in the center of the mountainous ravine you find the dead wood, a sea of charcoal-burned trees where many a leshy live, and where the howls of the flyer can be heard from miles away.   and beyond that sticks up the spires ; the towers of one castle dracula, now turned into the scholomance where once again magick may be learned.  

he can venture up to earth, particularly in the form of a bat or wolf, where he will be able to take the shape of a man when the sun has set.  but being that his soul will have touched nav again, he can only transform when the sun is down, and his powers disappear when the sun has risen.  he still fears hell (he calls pokol, the cauldron that ordog stews with the souls of evil things) greatly and despises the king god himself.  but he has a different idea on how to shape the world, and how he might use mankind itself now to destroy and dismantle everything that they had once achieved.           he, himself, is death.  and now he aims to find the others like him.  these horsemen of the apocalypse who would usher in a world made for creatures of the night with morana free as their queen.   

things i definitely want: 

students of the revived scholomance, both supernatural and mortal alike meetings with preternatural beings, even more powerful than he is, or not so much new. baby. vampires.  working alongside people in other verses: ( marvel, dc, etc ) as an informant for whatever their needs may be - good or evil, he will not intervene.  but he is a cask of literal knowledge and with his libraries now open for the sake of study, one could find information essayed that dates back literal thousands of years, as he has refurbished the old library where students once penned the events of humanity’s progression and regression. etc. 

#verse tbt

[gondalsqueen]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Castlevania (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya/Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya/Trevor Belmont, Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya/Sypha Belnades Characters: Alucard | Adrian Tepes | Arikado Genya, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Carmilla (Castlevania), Morana (Castlevania), Lenore (Castlevania) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, alucard is plotting his revenge, by which I mean he's going to think of the most cutting response it will really be crushing, aftermath of assault, because we do in fact take everyone's pain seriously, sypha's still badass, though someone might need to talk her down a little, oh and we're looking at a SLOW BURN relationship here, Slow Burn, The slowest, mild descriptions of torture (I really think you'll be okay) Summary:

A vampires' stronghold in Styria, a forgemaster, an army, and a relentless hunt--well, Sypha had said that she wanted more of a challenge. Alucard, numb and grieving from his last encounter with a pair of humans, hasn't asked to be pulled into the drama as well, but suddenly his choices are: a) help Sypha, or b) let Trevor die and the world burn.

He's strangely all right with the world burning.

IF they get out of Styria alive and IF he helps them save Wallachia again--and for one thing he can't, because they are most definitely outclassed this time--Alucard's reward will be watching them ride into the sunset together. Again. It's time to pick sides, but Adrian Țepeș has no desire to play anymore.

And also, he wants to be the one picked. ... Ch. 3: In which real warriors study architecture and Sypha’s current mood is the Fuck Around and Find Out gator. 

#castlevania #adrian tepes #sypha belnades #trevor belmont #and a lotta vampires #fanfiction #fault lines #ch. 3

[attanos]

a large and kind holy man that’s 60% in it for the money & a literal death god 

#the death godlikes in this game make me nut like fuuuuuck that character design #ch: morana #ch: kes tarvis #laurie plays poe

[superseraphim7]

Our Ancient Galactic Heritage Alex Collier: I want to talk to you about Lyrae and how the human race colonized our galaxy. Based on the age of the Suns and the planets in our galaxy, it was decided that the human life form was to be created in the Lyran system. The human race lived there for approximately 40 million years, evolving. The orientation of the human race in Lyrae was agricultural in nature. Apparently, we were very plentiful and abundant, and lived in peace. Then, one day, huge craft appeared in the sky. A large ship came out of the huge craft and approached the planet Bila, and reptilians from Alpha Draconis disembarked. Apparently, the Alpha Draconians and the Lyrans were afraid of each other. I told you before that the Alpha Draconians were apparently the first race in our galaxy to have interstellar space travel, and have had this capability for 4 billion years. Well, when the Draconians came and saw Bila, with all its abundance and food and natural resources, the Draconians wanted to control it. There was apparently a mis-communication or misunderstanding between the Draconians and Lyran humans. The Lyrans wanted to know more about the Draconians before some kind of "assistance" was offered. The Draconians mistook the communication as a refusal, and subsequently destroyed three out of 14 planets in the Lyran system. The Lyrans were basically defenseless. The planets Bila, Teka and Merck were destroyed. Over 50 million Lyran humans were killed. It is at this point in history that the Draconians began to look at humans as a food source. This is how old the struggle is between the reptilian and human races. Now, I must make the point that not all the reptilian or human races are "dark". There is a mix. When we start meeting these races, you are going to have to trust your gut instinct. But, they are coming. Hale Bopp is on its way here. It is not a comet. The Draconians AC: The Draconians are the force behind the repression of human populations everywhere in this galaxy instilling fear-based belief systems and restrictive hierarchies. I asked Morenae about them, and he said, "the Draconian race is probably the most understood race of beings. I have witnessed a deep respect for this race." The Andromedans consider the Draconians the "ultimate warriors," in a negative sense. Moranae continues, "the Draconians are the oldest reptilian race in our universe. Their forefathers came to our universe from another separate universe or reality system. When this occurred, no one really knows. The Draconians themselves are not really clear on when they got here. The Draconians teach their masses that they were here in this universe first, before humans, and as such they are heirs to the universe and should be considered royalty. They find disgust in the fact that humans do not recognize this as a truth. They have conquered many star systems and have genetically altered many of the life forms they have encountered. The area of the galaxy most densely populated with Draconian sub-races is in the Orion system, which is a huge system, and systems in Rigel and Capella. The mind set or consciousness of the majority of races in these systems is Service-to-Self, and as such they are always invading, subverting and manipulating less advanced races, and using their technology for control and domination. This is a very old and ancient war, and the peace that does not exist is always being tested by these beings, who believe that fear rules, and love is weak. They believe that those they perceive to be less fortunate, in comparison to them, are meant to be slaves. This belief system is promoted at birth in the reptilian races, wherein the mother, after giving birth, will abandon the offspring to fend for themselves. If they survive they are cared for by a warrior class that uses these children for games of combat and amusement." So, you can see that the reptilians are forever stuck in survival mode. This means they have no boundaries in what they will do to other beings. Morenae continues, "it is engrained in them never to trust a human. They are taught the Draconian version of the history of the 'Great Galactic War', which teaches that humans are at fault for invading the universe, and that humans selfishly wanted the Draconian society to starve and struggle for the basic materials that would allow them to exist." AC: Now, there are some real similarities there. The expression 'Draconian thought' is an expression on our world. I would suggest you research that. The Hierarchy in Our Galaxy [DSG, Ch 1]: There are two schools of thought in our galaxy. There are the regressives, who are races that carry fear and because of that want to control others. The hierarchy of the regressives starts with a group from Alpha Draconis. The Andromedans have no idea where the Alpha Draconians came from, but what they have learned through interaction with other dimensional races is that somebody brought the Draconians to this universe and "dumped" them in the Alpha Draconis system, where they had the highest probability of survival. According to the Andromedans, the Alpha Draconians have had space travel for 4 billion years. They are an incredible race and have achieved great things, but they are bullies. They are jerks, and that's a judgment - I'm taking that judgment myself. That's my judgment based on what I know about them. The Draconians do not like human beings. The Andromedans say that Draconians believe that this universe was here for them - that their history teaches them that they were left here to rule it. But, when they started traveling, they ran across other races. They were able to conquer many of those races through genetic manipulation. Now, our government, the United States government, the New World Order - whatever you want to call it - wants to implant everybody. From the Andromedan perspective that means ownership. Extraterrestrial don't want to bother with that stuff, since that is not permanent. Extraterrestrials value genetics. What they do is they come in, conquer a race and genetically alter it. From that moment on, that race is genetically altered. The genetic changes alter the frequency, sound and thought patterns of the race if they move into a physical form. Does everyone understand this? Q: Could you give us an example of this? AC: The best example I could give you concerns the Greys. Apparently, the Greys were much more human-looking at one time. What happened was that they, as a race, were captured 891,000 years ago while leaving Zeta 1 and Zeta 2 to go off and do their own thing. This is very common, and it is how Earth became colonized. What happened is that they got captured by a group in Orion that was already genetically altered and under control of the Alpha Draconians. According to Morenae, the first thing this Draconian- altered Orion group did was slaughter almost all of the females of the captured race in order to control the birth process. They then genetically altered the remaining females, so that all the children born after that were genetically altered. The males were enslaved, made to work in mines and slaughtered by the Draconian-controlled Orion group, who had absolutely no regard for life. What we know now as the Greys became a natural resource. General Trends of Humanoid Races in the Universe [DSG, Ch 4]: Val: How about humanoid races and societies, in comparison to us? The society on Earth has a manipulative base historically grounded in the Orion system. What about things on the opposite side of the coin? What is the "norm" in space societies, insofar as you are aware of? AC: Well, the "norm" is definitely "light". You know, self-rule and self-responsibility. The thing in that is going on in our particular part of the galaxy, which includes 21 systems, concerns the idea of tyranny. What is interesting about this is that the area in which this tyranny is occurring is a very very old area. It has been colonized for a long time, and it has been under control of some of the oldest races, like the Alpha Draconians. They were the first race to have space travel in our galaxy and were remarkable builders, but their species multiplied so rapidly that they decided to conquer other races to make room for them. Our race, the Earth human race, was literally created by a group that came down from a dimensional realm, and these were the Paa Tal. This verbal expression called Paa Tal is actually of Draconian origin. Val: So in actuality the genetics comprising the human body are a composite from around the galaxy, but the spiritual entities occupying human bodies are literally the Paa Tal? AC: Right. Val: So, are there any Paa Tal occupying reptilian bodies? AC: I don't know. Val: That would be an interesting twist on events. If there is a huge time-loop, maybe the reptilians actually came from "now", and swung back 4 billion years and started something there. AC: Interesting. Anything is certainly possible. So, anyway, how the humans in this galaxy apparently found out about the Paa Tal was that somehow they were able to get hold of ancient Draconian records. Now, the Draconians are apparently extremely private about their lineage and their history. Everything is "a secret". They have family "houses" of lineage they are very proud of. Val: Sort of like the Klingons on Star Trek. AC: Probably similar. Anyway, they found out about the Draconian legends which speak of a time where a group of beings came out of "nowhere" and created a race to war against and challenge the Draconian sovereignty. Val: Of the universe? AC: Well, no. We only see a small part of the universe. Even if you look at the part of the universe we can see physically, they say there are 100 trillion galaxies. So, the Draconians are not everywhere. There are a lot of them here, and this is one of the areas that is causing a problem. More on the history of the Zenetaen Civilization [DSG, Ch 6]: Alex: Let me answer that question this way. I have that question written down to ask them, because you gave me a question like that before to ask them. But, they did tell me that there was a time when they first left the Lyrae system, after about 21 generations had gone by, where they found themselves hiding. Again, I don't know all the details, but they were being hunted by another race. They were living in hollowed-out asteroids and moons. They were moving all the time. Val: This is the whole Zenetaen civilization. Alex: That's correct, and I do not know how many there were. They were basically living on craft and having to move around all the time, looking for a place that was safe. Well, there were beings from the Casseopian system that helped them, and apparently at that point in time the Zenetaens were under a kind of imposed dictatorship, because they were in survival mode and one person took control of their civilization. I can remember Morenae saying that it was imperative that they receive help, because they may not have evolved out of that , had it gone on any longer. What happened was that they were taken to two solar systems in the Andromedan constellation. We know them as "star 42" and "star 44". Star 42 is Zenetae, which is now their star system. Star 44 is Tishtae. Star 42 has 27 planets around the binary stars. Star 44 has nine planets, but all of the planets are equal to or greater than the size of Jupiter. They at this point were all terraformed. Val: These beings from the Casseopian system interacted with them approximately how long ago in our terms? Alex: About 2.5 million years ago, but perhaps a little longer. Val: Has the Zenetaen skin color always been blue? Alex: No. It was red at one time. Their original forefathers were red-skinned, and I am told that the Lyraens and Vegans were red-skinned at that time. Val: How did the progression begin to where the skin color changed to blue? Alex: Apparently it had to do with a pigmentation change caused by the ingestion of certain minerals... Val: Copper based minerals. Alex: It was in the food and everything they ate, and the double sun had an effect on this too. You have to remember something here. We are talking about fifth density beings, not third density, so you have the additional three color spectrums. I always try to take that into account when comparing them to us. They do literally live in another frequency. Val: So, were they ever in third density? Alex: I am not sure about that. Val: There seems to be a prevalent assumption among humans that things "start" at a level of third density existence. But, that's a misnomer, because... Alex: No all the races have been or are third density. Val: So, since the period approximately 2.5 million years go, do you have any idea of how their civilization has grown and changed since then? Alex: No, I don't know. All I know is where they are now because that's the only way I know them. That would be a question I would have to ask them. The Nature of Nibiru [DSG, Ch 6]: Val: Here's another question that was submitted to me: "You mentioned that the Lemurians and Atlanteans were extraterrestrials and you also mentioned Nibiru. Tell us about Nibiru and its role and relationship to us in this solar system." Alex: This is what I have been told about who those connected with Nibiru are. A very long time ago, colonies on Sirius B and the Orion Group were having trouble with each other. In order to bring peace, there was a marriage between two members of each group. The woman came from the Orion Group, where the hierarchy includes a queen - the matriarchal paradigm. The male was from Sirius B. Both members were considered royalty of their respective line. When these two came together in marriage, their offspring had the genetics from both lines. Because of these genetics, the new race that was created was given the name "Nibiru", which I am told by Morenae in the Orion tongue means "divided amongst two". This is who they literally are - a cross between those from Sirius B and a race from the Orion system. They formed a new "tribe" which has continued to flourish for at least hundreds of thousands of years. So, they are a tribe that has become a race. Thoughts on the Nature of the Universe [LFA v 2, n.2, 1996] In the beginning, Earth was colonized by 22 E.T. races - 17 human, the rest insectual, botanical and reptilian. Land continents first supporting white race colonies were Mu and Poseidia. Atlantis sank 23,712 years ago. E.T.'s came fro mineral and natural resources, especially gold and borax. Terrians - Earth Sitchin's 5,000 - 6,000 years cataclysmic events - lost record. Our Universe is approximately 21 trillion years old. Earth is 7-1/2 billion years old. The conception that we have regarding the age of physicalness is not how more advanced beings or civilizations think or measure material that makes up our Universe, so I will explain to your the reader the concepts that I've been taught by the beings that have contacted me from the constellation of Andromeda. Our Universe consists of eleven primary dimensional levels or belts. Within these levels are 11 different levels or frequencies of sound and color. This is important to state because that which we perceive as the Universe is the last level of creation that is occurring i our present. In other words 4th density is our next level and within that vibration is 11 levels of matter and creation, and so on with all the other levels until we reach the 11th density and the last level of that density. Now in the creation of this Universe the more advanced civilizations state that the true beginning of this Universe starts with the thought conception of it. First there was the idea and then the word and then it became manifest into the many levels moving down the scale into physical matter that we call 3rd density. It is here that we, with our still limited sciences try to measure. Time and space to equal or validate our belief systems that focus most of the time on the physical realm. Accordingly, the sciences of some of the extraterrestrial civilizations state that our Universe is 21 trillion years old as we measure time which is not how they measure time. But, for the sake of all the readers I will state all measurements of time in Earth years. Using this conception or truth we are being asked to look at our home and ourselves in a different light. The beings which I shall refer to from this moment on as the 11, have stated that not all of the civilizations in space explain the truths the same way so I leave it to the reader to absorb and feel the information and trust your own wisdom. The physical creation of our Universe accordingly was 21 billion years ago. If this is the true nature of what our Universe is and how it works then we must come to realize that there is more to us also since we are connected to this process as well, on most levels if not all of them. It has been explained to me that our conception of the big bang theory is correct in its simplicity and that the idea of creation and evolution are correct also, so everyone is right and all of our present theories and evaluations are incomplete. The creation of our physical Universe occurred quite suddenly if we could have all been watching it. The 11 have said that on the 1st level of 4th density it was agreed to by the power of our thoughts to create a lower vibration of density. We were in fact very successful. In 4th density as this idea was given power 3 huge pockets were created and as soon as these pockets of energy could not hold any more light and all that we wanted to create was manifested, then these pockets of matter exploded into a void of space and time thus creating the magnificents that we see as our present home physical Universe. This is also the same process that we used to create the last level of the 11th density. This also explains why our science sees this Universe as a closed Universe. Because we have not created any levels of density below or lower than 3rd density. This is they lowest level of the dimensional ladder. From here everyone evolves up. The black holes are the windows from which the big bang explosions originally came from. They are portals to another dimension of Universe the Andromedans think. We the creators and the infants of the Isness, we all as a collective consciousness created it. All thought from all forms of spirits, both individually and those that are collective created this particular Universe. We all come from another Universe and/or thought dimensional plane. This dimensional plane is said to be on the 45th plane. Here we all joined to create another separate, but very different physical and spiritual density, as well as other density bodies that accompany any pure energy. Three large groups of souls, totaling on the trillions decided that they were going to leave the source and create. The Isness set up the rules for the experiment and we all had to agree to play by the rules. Not one soul was kidnapped or forced. Free will overrode any and all decisions. We gathered at our respective portal or black hole. Each portal had a significant position or path of evolution. The paths were different as per each soul. We all chose a different journey, we were separated into three groups. Those that were to remain in 4th density and evolve up. The 2nd group were those souls that were to be planets, moons, stars, suns, planets, animals, and other forms. The 3rd density group were those that were to be true carriers of the spirit in physical forms. This group had to begin, with the 2nd group and evolve to the 3rd density and up. This is not to be misunderstood with the idea that human beings or other conscious physical life forms are better than any other evolved life forms. Mankind could not exist if it were not for the efforts of the 1st and 2nd kingdoms. Each Universe is a living organism. Each Universe is in the mind of God (Isness) one living soul. The shaping of our Universe of history is unique in the vastness of time. Creational love and advancement, technology and happiness are second to none. But, because of our other polarity of fear which we agreed to experience, we also have gone to the extreme of war, hate, destruction and self-punishment. Fear is almost as powerful a creational force as love. Even though it is not real, real in the sense that your are truly threatened, you're not; not the real you. However, fear in its creational form is not free. It is very restrictive, controlling and destructive. I will begin to give some historic examples of this in our Universe. Lyrans The Lyrans are the original white Aryan Race and what is left of the Aryans is the Pleaidians and Andromedans. Birth of the humanoid race has all of the genetic DNA from this area. Ancient Lyrans were the Titans. The giants Bigfoot also descended from Lyrans. All life destroyed on Lyra and the ring Nebula eye Og God. Lyra consists of 14 inhabited planets, three planets were destroyed during the wars Bila, Teka and Merok. 50 million were slaughtered. Lyrans started the Black League. The Black Dragon. Lyrans grew into Sirian, Arcturian, Antarian, Pleaidian, Andromedan, Cignus Alphan, Alpha Centauri, Sagittarius A & B, Cassiopia, all human evolution. Based upon genetically human forms in higher realms and very highly evolved Universes, it was decided that many forms of life would be created here in Lyra because it appeared to be ideal as far as the age of the Suns and Planets and the length of probable stability. The human race would have time to evolve and create space exploration and gravitate by means of energy and spiritual recognition into planetary civilizations and that those races would in turn create there own root races and life. It was also important that these races be allowed to manifest and create different aspects of ourselves mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Thus we would be creating diversity and expressing our own need to create. As the human race fragmented, the races moved, traveled, and settled many different planets in many systems as space travel evolved. The human became aware of other planetary civilizations in theses systems. Different cultures meet and grew. Belief systems clashed or spread. New thoughts of Philosophy or technologies came into being. Mankind was evolving. A very strong social community developed between all in the Lyra System. The Lyrans were a very peaceful race on the whole. There were disagreements and light conflicts, but much was always cleared and resolved. The Lyrans learned to adapt to virtually all of the planetary environments that they settled. They learned to live in complete harmony with their respective planets. They developed agricultural communities that were literally awesome. They were not only efficient and could feed billions of beings, but it was actually enhancing the planet itself and creating an even wealthier environment. All aspects of life seem to benefit from the Lyran's commitment to be at one with their home planets. At the same time, the life expectancy was between 300 - 425 years on the average. This was to increase by 3 times later, but everyone worked as a community. They were not in service of self, but were a race that beat as one heart, and shared and moved in the same direction as a whole and would try to make sure that none of their race would lag or fall too far behind the whole. In other words, "The needs of the many, out weigh the needs of the few." They were an incredible role model for all humanity that followed to this present moment. The human race is history. the works of the mind are a record of that history, for the whole record of the human race is in one man. If you read these words then you are a part of Lyran heritage and a part of your carries this history within. The Pleaidians - The Seven Sisters The human species of Pleaidians evolved from Lyra. And they did develop effective weapons of war that helped sustain them through the Orion Wars and beyond. It has been said that the Pleaidians as we know then were Lyrans that came to Earth and then went to the Pleaides. Although some of the Lyrans that colonized her and our Earth for a time, a larger group of Lyrans went to the seven sisters and to other star systems during the Orion Wars. The Pleaidians are our far distant first cousins and ancestral forefathers of some of our races. The Pleaidians are also descendants of the Lyrans who came from Lyra in space stations or arks because of the your star systems and the potential for stable longevity. The Lyrans would send down scout teams consisting of scientists and engineers and agricultural specialists to explore the surface of possible habitable planets and to explore them and return data and information to the mothership. Each planet is explored and based upon its unique nature, the is developed and colonies are then sent down to settle. It is in this way that the Pleaidians are so interested in our world and our races here. They have been visiting Earth for at least 79,743 years, with many large settlements. They've just come and gone throughout our planets history. We are very similar in many ways to them, however, they are emotionally and spiritually more evolved than we at this time. But they too have gone through their growing pains, as we are going through them right now. They have made attempts to share with us the benefits of their experience. So we ourselves don't have to experience the same kinds of setback and possible destructions, but at present, not enough people are listening. The Pleaides is an open star cluster consisting of 254 stars and many times that planetary bodies. Many of the stars are very young. This is located in the constellation of Taurus. The Pleaidians and the alphabets of Earth are both very similar. This was noted as of about 11,157 years ago that the script form was developed here on Earth and carried back to the seven sisters. This script form is the parent of most of our present day alphabets. Three of the star systems have human life as we know it, the most advance is the system of Taygeta. And the other is the system of Taro which circles Alcyone. Most of the Pleaidians look like us in both size and stature, build, color of hair, etc. They are also very affluent and articulate when speaking any of our languages, or discussing our sciences, history, etc. We have inherited our aggressiveness towards each other from them. Their life spans far exceed our own by at least 10 times what is our norm. Their technology has made it possible to travel anywhere in our Universe at speeds faster than the speed of light. They are capable of using the oceans for undersea operations. They are very concerned about our misuse for our sciences today and that we have completely lost our spiritual center or harmony with our sciences. They have no use for money, politics and religions, clearly stating that the later two-politics and religions are really the same. The Pleaidians are worried as our most benevolent races visit, that we will destroy our planet and ourselves. All Earths languages are derived from a ancient Pre-Sumerian language called Tamil which was spoken in Lyra and in the Pleaides. The Pleaidians as well as other groups have left descendants on the Earth in the past. They have said they are willing to help us but not to the point of changing our own evolution and then therefore becoming responsible for us as a race. They say we create our own future as we go that we need to correct our own mistakes ourselves or suffer because of them. The Arcturians This group of beings settled in the constellation of Arcturius. These races of humanity are very private, and for very specific reasons do they get involved with Earth. They think of themselves as healers. They carry a strong pride of technology in the arts of physical healing, and emotional and spiritual bodies. They have been known to intervene in the ancient past to help resolve very serious conflicts in our area of the Universe by sharing their unique ability to show others how to integrate their belief systems and feelings to resolve conflict. They can be very silent, and can and will keep very much to themselves. They as a group, have done much to help raise the overall levels of consciousness in our Universe. At this time the Andromedans have added little more than this.