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lokiprompts · 1 year

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Burning Words - Loki X Reader

Summary: Loki is terrified to tell you that he loves you, but a whispered confession in the dark throws him for a loop.

Warnings: Pining. Some self deprecating thoughts. Otherwise pure fluff.

Words: 3.2k Exactly!

Joining in on the 14 Days of Valentines Event hosted by @muddyorbsblr!! This was supposed to be more crack, but after a rough week, we got ourselves a comforting Loki fic <3

Those three precious and meaningful words burned in Loki’s throat. Every day for months they threatened to bubble up from his chest and burst forth like a tidal wave he was happy to drown in. To scream his undying and relentless affection for you from the highest rooftops; to openly profess that you laid claim to his heart as much as he had yours.

I love you

Every little thing you did threatened to have the god bursting out declarations and weaving endless sonnets of adoration. From the way your hands were always dwarfed by his yet fit so perfectly together. How you always knew to give him that reassuring squeeze when his insecurities started to creep into his chest. And how you looked at him like he hung the sun, the moon, and the stars as if he didn’t commit gross atrocities to your home planet. But it was your endless patience, unconditional understanding, and constant reassurance that he was worthy that made his heart tumble from like to love.

Yet, as each day passed, those three words died on his tongue as soon as he gathered a fraction of nerve to confess. As soon as you looked at him with your wide eyes, filled with a reverence for him he could never begin to truly understand, all his resolve would falter. Every insecurity that ever flitted through his mind would instantly dissolve his confidence like salt in water, leaving him parched for your acceptance and praise. And each time you would quench his need like the oasis you were. Endlessly filling his cup and building up a king who would never receive a crown.

It tormented him every night.

And this night was no different. You laid nestled in his arms, holding him as if he was the one true anchor of your life. It was a fact that you always insisted on, one of many that Loki would playfully debate with you. But there was always an underlying subtext of self-doubt in his banter that would make you hold him that much tighter. Like your embrace could scare away his insecurities and doubts and each time, Loki would soak up your affection like a dry sponge.

Loki’s arms held you close, the steadiness of his heart beating in your ear easily lulling you to sleep. This part of the night was always the god’s favorite. Due to his…biology, he didn’t need as much sleep as you, his precious mortal. It was the perfect time to greedily bask in your warmth and press lingering kisses into your hair, whispering promises that tomorrow would be the day he finally tells you his heart’s secret. And every once and awhile, Loki would find himself in the peaceful place of almost slumber. A semi restful place devoid of nightmares and only the feeling of you.

I love you…

The words were spoken so softly, so quietly that at first, he thought that he might have dreamed it, but it was enough for Loki to shoot his eyes open. He looked down at you, and you seemed to still be sleeping. Is it possible? Loki wondered, Could you have said…?

“Darling…?” Loki carefully whispered, testing your wakefulness, “Did you say something?”

A shudder traveled through your body as his velvety voice caressed your ear, a reminder of the effect he had on you that had Loki smirking. Yet, your eyes remained closed.

The idea of fishing through your mind to see if it was a dream of you confessing your love to him or to your beloved cheesecake – or worse to a romantic interest that wasn’t him- was the god of mischief’s second approach. You had given him carte blanche to access your mind; a gift that still astonishes him to this day.

I trust you, Loki. I know you will only use it if you absolutely must. Sweet girl, you trusted him so much. More than what he deserved. And for a fleeting moment, there was a twinge of guilt as his hand glowing emerald with dancing seidr hovered above the crown of your head. But the need to know ultimately placed his hand on your skull. Years of magic threaded through the fibers of your brain and pulled at your recent memories. Loki stifled a groan when he did not find anything there. No dreams that remained and no clues about those sweet words that escaped your lips.

Perhaps I dreamed it, Loki thought to himself, but just as that thought passed through his mind, he steeled his resolved. Curiosity burned through him and drove him to give your shoulders a little shake.

“Darling?” He not so carefully whispered this time. The endearment coming out more like a hushed yell. Your jostling made you shuffle a bit, but you only snuggled in closer and let out a content sigh as your nose brushed against the pale skin of his chiseled chest. The little gesture made Loki’s heart swell, and he almost reconsidered his next move. Almost.

He shook you more forcefully this time, jolting you awake.

“Huh? What’s going on?” You looked around the still dark bedroom, bleary eyes finally focusing on Loki, “Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare?”

Guilt instantly washed over him. “No, sweet girl, I am perfectly fine…” Heat flooded his face, praying to the Norns that you couldn’t see the blush you constantly teased him about, “You, uh, had said something. I was wondering….”

Loki chewed his lip as he looked down at you; the perfect being who patiently waited to hear the reason why you were woken from your sweet slumber without a hint of anger or resentment.

“I was wondering if you – if you – if you would care to repeat it?” Loki hated how small he sounded, but he needed to know.

You scrunched your nose in confusion, and Loki resisted the urge to bend down and kiss it, “Huh? I am sorry, Loki, but I don’t remember saying anything. Was I talking in my sleep?”

The sight of you sleepily letting out a little yawn and apologizing to him, even though he was the one that woke you, had those three words laying heavy on his tongue. Every bit of his heart screamed to simply speak the words to you, and he yearned even more for you to echo those words back to him.

“No,” Loki sighed, stroking your hair, “I must have been mistaken. Go back to sleep, Darling.” You smiled at him and leaned up, kissing the corner of his mouth as if you knew what he longed to say. Like you could simply survive off the taste of the words on his lips until he felt ready to utter them.

Soon enough, you fell back asleep, and Loki was left alone to stew in his regret and confusion. If only he could hear you say those words again, he would know if they were truly for him…

The smell of fresh breakfast wafting into your shared bedroom had your nose twitching in anticipation, enough to draw you out of a restful sleep. Stretching out on the large bed, you only felt the softness of your sheets and not the firmness of your god. Your prince. Your love. A gleeful smile easily grew on your face as you realized he must have made you breakfast. The best meal of the day.

As if on cue, Loki burst into the bedroom with a beaming smile that mirrored your own, holding a tray with all your favorite breakfast goodies. When you saw the food, you immediately perked up, sitting up in bed, and your enthusiasm made Loki’s chest puff with pride. You always appreciated all the things he did for you, no matter how big or small, and he lived for the thrill of your joy.

“What have you brought me, my prince?” You chirped. The way you always called him ‘yours’ made his heart flutter endlessly.

“Breakfast in bed for, my princess.” Loki grinned back, placing the tray in your awaiting lap, “I recall that it is your favorite. I tried to include all of the things you enjoy….pancakes, eggs, fruit… a little bit of everything for you, Darling.”

“Oh!” Your cheeks flushed an adorable rosy color, making those three words ignite in his throat yet again, “This is wonderful, Loki! These are all my favorites! Thank you!”

Excitedly, you started to gobble down the delicious meal in front of you. Loki looked on with equal parts happiness and hesitance on his face.

“Do you like it?” He started, trying to choose his words carefully. You nodded your head eagerly, wiping a bit of syrup from the corner of your mouth making the god laugh.

“Yes, I like it! It’s amazing!” You quickly speared a piece of cantaloupe on your fork and popped it into your mouth as if to prove your point.

Loki looked down at his lap where his fingers played with a piece of lint that was on his loose hanging sweatpants, “But you don’t love it?” The crystal blue orbs that you adored so much did everything to avoid your eyes, but even without seeing you knew insecurity swam in them. A gentle hand covered his, the softness of your skin against his warrior calluses always serving as a stark reminder of how innocent you were and how monstrous.

“Oh, Loki, I love it.” As soon as the word left your honeyed lips, Loki’s eyes shot to yours. All he saw reflected at him was warmth and tenderness, a sense of home that he felt every time he looked at you. The way you spoke the word sounded familiar, like it could have been what you spoke in the night, yet it still wasn’t quite right. There was something….missing that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

He leaned forward and kissed your lips, delighting how you immediately wrapped an arm around his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair. With a playful tug of his tresses, you deepened the kiss. He groaned as he tasted the syrup that remained on your tongue- your taste, your essence, making it that much sweeter. Slowly, he pulled away, make sure to savor every drop of you.

“The sweetest treat there is.” He grinned.

The rest of the morning and afternoon was restoring. A perfect, lazy day entangled in each other’s arms. Your back was pressed against Loki’s chest and each of you held your individual books. The words flowed easily off the page as your eyes darted back and forth, but Loki found himself simply turning his pages for show while he quietly observed you. The little movements of your mouth as you silently spoke choice phrases, the gasps as you read something shocking, and the blood that rushed to your ears when you came upon a particularly erotic scene – all made Loki more entranced by you and more hopelessly in love.

“Darling?” He started carefully, much like this morning and the night before. You only hummed in response, still caught up in the story of your book.

“How long as it been since you spoke to your friend? The one you grew up with?”

That made you drop your book and look up at Loki in confusion, “It’s been a while. Why do you ask?”

You felt him shrug behind you before pretending to peek back at his book, “I just recall you enjoy speaking with them. Perhaps you should catch up sometime.” The comment was innocent, but it was enough to plant a seed in your mind. Sure enough, later in the day, you had picked up the phone to call your dear friend.

Loki stayed perched on the sofa, still pretending to read while you paced the room with your phone in hand and pressed to your ear. Fervently, you spoke to your longtime friend. The joy spilling from your lips making Loki’s mouth twitch at the corners. Every detail of your lives was shared, and laughter echoed all around the room. Loki would never tire of the sound of your laugh. Eventually, you said your goodbyes and turned to your lover with a content smile.

“I am so glad you reminded me to call them, Loki! It was great catching up.” But your smile faded as soon as you saw your prince’s frown. Quickly, you sat next to him on the couch and cupped his face with your hand.

“What’s wrong, Loki?”

Loki swallowed thickly, the sweet smell perfume bringing a fresh wave of butterflies to his stomach, “It is quite silly, really.”

You smiled so sweetly at him, it made his heart clench, “Try me.”

He avoided your eyes for the second time today, “You didn’t say you loved them when you said goodbye on your communication device. You always have before when you spoke to them. Is that…do you not care for your friend, anymore?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your throat, but you pulled Loki in close for a reassuring hug, “Oh, of course I love them! It must have slipped my mind.” You pulled away just enough, so you could press your forehead against his. The comfort from the closeness of your body and your mere presence brought him was already threatening to rip those three words straight from his chest once more.

“I’ll call them right now to tell them…” You tilted your head and left a lingering kiss on his forehead. The new agonizing ache in his heart lingering along with it.

Just as you said, you picked up your cell phone and called back your friend who immediately answered, as evident by your wide smile.

“Hey, I just forgot to tell you that I love you!” You smiled a bit wider as Loki guessed your friend repeated the sentiment back to you. The god tried to ignore the burning jealousy that started to well up within him when he heard you say those three words he so desperately wanted to say, so easily and to another no less. The only thing that gave him solace was the fact that much like this morning, this ‘I love you’ wasn’t the same he supposedly heard last night. Something was off about it. A missing puzzle piece he couldn’t quite solve.

The jealousy that coursed through his body and took a violent hold of his heart and his mind told him that you must have been dreaming of someone else. A person you pined for in secret when you were alone in your shared bed, awaiting Loki to join you in the late-night hours. Someone you desperately desired. Someone who was worthy of that desire.

“Loki, you have to tell me what’s wrong.” Loki hadn’t noticed that you hung up with your friend, only to join him back on the couch. The look of sincere concern almost had him cracking, but being stubborn as ever, he held fast.

“I am quite alright, Darling, I assure you.” He flashed you a tight-lipped smile that definitely didn’t reach his eyes. You gripped his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, reminding him of how you always knew when to comfort him. The ache in his heart grew tenfold, and he kept his eyes trained on his lap. Anything to avoid looking you in the eyes and facing the fact that you didn’t love him back.

“Loki…” The brokenness of your voice was the only reason why he lifted his head. Tears welled in the corner of your eyes and still, you gripped his hand like it was your lifeline, “You have been avoiding looking at me all afternoon. I know something is wrong. You tell me everything, Loki.”

You cupped Loki’s cheek with your free hand, and he leaned into the comfort of your palm, “Why won’t you tell me?”

Loki desperately wanted to tell you why he was acting so strangely. That he may have heard you whisper the words ‘I love you’ in the dark, and now it plagued his mind, and it was all he could think about. How he regretted not being able to confess his love for you every day for months on end due to his own cowardice and his own insecurities.

The tears in your eyes threatened to spill over when Loki didn’t answer you. The silence between you two was deafening and so different from the affectionate god you grew to love. Loki saw the wetness of your eyelashes, evidence of sorrow that should never be there, let alone placed there by him. Every day he vowed to be a source of happiness and comfort for you. A place of peace within the chaos like, you were to him. To be your home.

As soon as your first tear fell, the words tumbled from Loki’s mouth before he could stop them.

“I love you.”

Even though they were rushed from his mouth, each syllable conveyed endless promises of devotion and reverence. The promise that you were the treasure of his heart and something so precious that he would burn worlds to ensure your happiness.

A flurry of emotions swept across your face. At first, there was a look of confusion, then disbelief, and then pure joy.

“You, uh, what?”

Loki had imagined this moment for months, and the one thing he did not expect was to feel instant regret. The need to run away was overwhelming, and his heart hammered in his chest. He swallowed hard, looking away from you yet again.

“Please, don’t make me say it again.” The god that towered over many, the god who made the world kneel was only the frail fragment of an unsure boy.

Your hand never left his cheek, and your thumb rubbed the sharp edges of his cheekbones with soothing strokes. Tenderly, you coaxed his head to turn and for him to look at you once again.

“Please, Loki.” You leaned closer until your breath caressed his face with your pleading whispers, “Say it again.”

Tears began to brim his eyes as his ripped out his tortured heart and presented it to you. An offering to his goddess.

“I love you, Y/N.” The words were surer this time, but still breathless with the anxiety of your reply. A happy watery laugh bubbled up from your chest and your other hand was quick to now cup both sides of his face, ensuring that he wouldn’t turn away from you and hide.

“I love you too, Loki.”

It instantly was familiar. The tone. Each syllable. It was exactly like the sweet words that he thought were spoken last night. Loki quickly mirrored your happiness and was just as quick to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. Every movement of his mouth, every caress carried all the confessions of love that died on his lips and haunted him. The words flowed just as freely from you, as they did from him, and it was in that moment he realized why all of your other ‘I love you’s’ were not the same. Why the one spoken in the middle of the night, in his sweet embrace was so different.

That one was just for him.

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youremyheaven · 2 months

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Uttara Bhadrapada & Revati: Psychic Insight, Time Travel & Dreams

In my last post about Punarvasu & Swati, I had briefly gone into their association with time travel but in my research since I have found that Pisces rashi (0-3 degress Purvabhadrapada, Uttarabhadrapada & Revati) is also connected to time travel, as well as with psychic powers and using these abilities to solve crimes, prevent disasters or save others. This is an important distinction because not everybody uses their paranormal/supernatural powers to do good necessarily.

The word spirituality has been so over used in the last decade or so that it has now kind of lost all meaning as most people don't understand it in its true sense of transcending the material but instead as a way to play around with crystals or tarot or astrology, engaging with these tools in the most shallow way possible and using it as a balm to remain in the loop of earthly attachment.

Some people are born with an inherent understanding of what it means to be connected to the spirit. Due to the way religion & belief are often structured, not all of these people will identify their own beliefs as spiritual ones but you've got to admit that some people are just naturally intuitive and capable of understanding things in a way that goes beyond education or any taught knowledge. What is intuition though? Is it just a profound inner knowing? Usually, it is a combination of several things, including observational skills, the ability to be perceptive and understand what lies beyond the surface, deduction etc. Intuition isn't always knowledge from the beyond but it can also refer to the ability to read a room or a person and be emotionally intelligent enough to behave accordingly.

I am by no means suggesting that all Pisces natives are this way. They are not. But I have noticed several Pisces natives possessing a heightened sense of perception & intuition. This is just water sign culture tbh and as you'll see in the post, also extends to other rashis/nakshatras.

Derren Brown, the British magician & mentalist is a UBP Moon. He's a skeptic himself and has repeatedly said he does not possess any psychic powers but he's never really gone into his methods either. You could say that he has astute observational skills that makes his performances truly one of a kind but its pretty incredible to train yourself to do what he does; you can only build on the natural acumen you possess.

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The Sixth Sense is a pretty iconic film in the "child has visions" genre and it stars Haley Joel Osment, Revati sun & mercury as well as Bruce Willis who is UBP Sun

Bruce also starred in a movie (also directed by M Night Shyamalan) called Unbreakable where his character has psychometric powers.

Psych is detective comedy drama series (very underrated imo) that features a guy who possesses eidetic memory and great observation skills and uses it to convince the police department he is a psychic.

James Roday Rodriguez who plays this character has Revati sun & mercury, Venus in Pisces (2 degree Purvabhadrapada )

Patricia Arquette stars as a psychic medium in the show Medium (honestly the police department x psychic consultant is one of my fav tropes of 2000s television). She has a Revati stellium (sun, saturn & rahu) and UBP mercury and venus.

Salma Hayek, UBP Moon, plays a psychic medium in House of Gucci (based on a true story)

Devon Sawa who played the main character on Final Destination (he has premonitions and tries to help others avoid death) has Ketu in UBP

Joan of Arc, UBP Moon went to King Charles at the age of 17 as she was guided by visions from the archangel Michael, Saint Margaret, and Saint Catherine to help him save France from English domination. Convinced of her devotion and purity, Charles sent Joan, to the siege of Orléans as part of a relief army. After several military defeats in which Joan played a role, she was put on trial by Bishop Pierre Cauchon on accusations of heresy, which included blaspheming by wearing men's clothes, acting upon demonic visions, and refusing to submit her words and deeds to the judgment of the church. She was declared guilty and burned at the stake on 30 May 1431, aged about nineteen.

Baffled is a movie about a race car driver who has psychic visions. He is played by Leonard Nimoy who has UBP Sun, Mercury in Revati (amatyakaraka) & Rahu and Swati Rising (Swati is a nakshatra that is associated with ESP but more on that later).

The Dead Zone is about a man who wakes up from a 5yr coma and learns he has psychic abilities. Christopher Walken who plays this man has Revati sun & UBP mercury (being in a coma/waking up from sleep is also a very Pisces theme a la Sleeping Beauty)

In Doctor Sleep, a sequel to The Shining, Ewan McGregor plays Danny Torrance (who has psychic abilities). He has UBP Sun

Harry's ability to see things is kinda overlooked (in Goblet of Fire for instance when he makes those predictions in Trelawney's class). We know that he sees a lot of stuff due to his connection with the Dark Lord but still. Harry's intuition has saved his ass on more than one occasion. Daniel Radcliffe has UBP Moon.

The Initiation of Sarah is a movie about a nice girl who is bullied by her sorority sisters and then unleashes her psychic powers to get even. Kay Lenz who plays her has Mars in Revati atmakaraka, UBP mercury (swati moon & rising)

Nostradamus who had prophetic visions of the future (many of which have come true) had Rahu & Rising in UBP

This brings me to Pisces' connection to time travel because if you think about it having premonitions and making prophecies is tied to an ability to see into the future; you are mentally time travelling.

I have noticed that in several instances Pisces natives are cast in time-travel movies.

Nathan Fillion who was in Firefly & Serenity (time travel series & movie) had UBP sun, Revati moon atmakaraka

Bliss (2021) a movie about alternate realities accessed through drug induced hallucinations??? (i dont know for sure the plot is kinda dense) stars Salma Hayek, UBP Moon and Owen Wilson, Swati Moon with Saturn in Revati atmakaraka

Predestination is a time travel movie starring Sarah Snook who has Revati moon & jupiter

Joseph Gordon Levitt, UBP rising stars in the time-travel movie Looper as a hitman from the future who has to kill himself.

The Girl Who Leapt Through Time is a movie about a girl who can travel through time, its directed by Mamoru Hosoda who has UBP Moon and Saturn

La Jetee is an experimental French short film about a man who travels through time to understand the past/present/future of WW3. Its directed by Chris Marker who has Ketu in Revati

Pisces is kind of obviously connected to the story of Sleeping Beauty (I'll explore this more in a separate post) but I think Pisces and dreaming (not sleeping but dreaming) are also connected.

Joseph Gordon Levitt, UBP Rising stars in Inception a movie about dream thieves essentially

Werner Krauss, Ketu in Revati starred in The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari (1920) as a hypnotist who uses a somnambulist to commit murders.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Science of Sleep etc was made my Michel Gondry who has Venus in Revati amatyakaraka (he is also Punarvasu Rising but I'll discuss more in my post about Surrealism)

Dreams (1990) is a movie by Akira Kurosawa and is based on 8 dreams he had. He is UBP Sun & Punarvasu Rising

Dreams That Money Can Buy is a surrealist film about a guy who sells his dreams to others. Its directed by Hans Richter who has Revati Sun

All of Miyazaki's movies have a dream-like quality and one is literally a dream (won't spoil by saying which one hehe). He is UBP Moon.

I have noticed many Shatabhisha natives be drawn to similar themes and tropes in their work.

Dreamscape is a movie about a psychic who works for the President of America. Its directed by Joseph Ruben who is Shatabhisha Sun & Jupiter (he also has Venus in UBP) and stars Dennis Quaid (Punarvasu Moon) as the psychic.

Firestarter is a movie about a child with psychic powers and stars Drew Barrymore who is Shatabhisha Sun & Punarvasu Moon

Jennifer Love Hewitt, Shatabhisha Moon starred in The Ghost Whisperer as a person who can communicate with ghosts.

Sissy Spacek starred in Carrie about a girl who has supernatural powers. She has Shatabhisha Moon

Scott Bakula who starred in Quantum Leap, a TV series about a scientist stuck in time, has Shatabhisha Moon

I hope this post was interesting and informative, pls lmk if you have any other examples!!

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peachdues · 8 months

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VOW BETWEEN MAN AND STAR

A/N: not me starting a new WIP. All my current works are staring at me with the surprised Pikachu face rn. As you all know, I do most of my fic planning in the shower, and last night, I was wondering whether I'd ever write anything as angsty as Phantasmagoria. My brain said "bet," and lo and behold, Vow Between Man and Star was born.

CW: This story will be extremely NSFW/18+. It will be incredibly violent, angsty, tragic, (but funny), and of course, smutty.

I will upload a synopsis later today, but I don't want to dull the impact of the prologue, included below.

Without further ado!

Tokyo

July 1, 1995

The early morning air was already thick with summer's humidity when he felt the mark form.

Giyuu shot up in his bed with a gasp, blankets sticking to his sweat-slickened body. His good hand instantly seized around his right forearm as he felt a phantom blade carve a single mark into his skin, right beside the others.

Though covered by his rigid grip, the mark burned a bright blue, its glow seeping through his fingers like a siren light on a police cruiser; a warning.

All of his marks had emitted the same, blue light when they'd first appeared, though the tally's nine siblings had long since faded to silver, nearly blending in with the pale skin of his arm. But they'd scarred nonetheless.

Scarred to remind him of the nine times he'd failed his comrades; failed humanity.

Failed her.

In making that vow, he'd doomed not only himself and his seven fellow Pillars to walk the years of the earth alone, never changing or aging, but he'd doomed her as well. He'd damned her to a repetitive loop of birth and death, fated never to age past twenty-five -- the same age she'd been that first time, when, on the precipice of death, he'd begged for the life she'd already lost. And his desperate wish had been granted; he'd secured her ten lives for them to try again -- to try and find the King of the Demons and rid the world of his and his monstrous creations.

Ten lives, the disembodied voice of a star had told him as his heart slowed, all those centuries ago, when he'd cast that last, feeble plea out into the ethos. Ten lives, in exchange for ten Moons.

Nine had been wasted; in nearly every life, he'd found her, and he'd loved her, and he'd lost her; always too late to save her before some calamity, or from Kibutsuji cornering her, this woman who possessed the knowledge to destroy him, and tearing her limb from limb.

The closest they had come to defeating him had been some seventy-odd years prior. They'd been at the pinnacle of their strength, and they'd just managed to breach the gates of victory when Muzan Kibutsuji pulled one final trick; he'd merged with the young Sun Breather -- Tanjiro -- and managed to rip her head clean from her body right before she'd been able to excise him once and for all.

Giyuu's eardrums had burst from how hard he'd been screaming as he watched his beloved's head thud uselessly to the ground, while his former friend licked her blood from his fingers.

He wondered when he was finally permitted to die, if he would even be allowed into heaven, for having damned the woman he loved to suffer, time and again, each death more violent than the last.

Giyuu spied the early hour of the morning displayed on the small alarm clock resting on his bedside table -- 4:07 AM.

Time had begun for her once more, somewhere in the world, where she'd arrived with a mighty cry, only to be quickly bundled in soft, standard hospital blankets and handed to a relieved and exhausted new mother.

He would have to alert the others; as he'd come to learn over the previous nine cycles, she wasn't even guaranteed to reach adulthood, let alone the level of power she'd need to take on Kibutsuji. She would need her watchers.

So, as the hot, relentless burn of the newest mark faded to a sharp sting, the blue glow winking out beneath the press of his hand, Giyuu found himself kicking the covers off his trembling, clammy form, as he prepared to dress for the day.

Because that tenth mark signaled his last chance had arrived.

His last chance to destroy Kibutsuji.

His last chance to help save humanity.

His last chance to save her.

The sand in the final hourglass was already pouring; and they had work to do.

Someone ask me how I decided to make Giyuu the love interest bc I find it hilarious.

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the-bitter-ocean · 7 days

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(MAJOR 2HATS/ A6SE + SASASAP TRUE END SPOILERS under the cut) ICAC au writing drabbles based on @tealgoat and @eurydice-pens awesome fanart they both did of my au In Cycles and Cessation!

{{Everyone is roaming around happily without a care in the world.}}

{{One of the villagers approach you. They wave and smile happily. }}

“Good luck against stopping the King, Mirabelle! We know you and the saviors will prevail!”

{{You grip the papers tightly. You crumple it into a ball and toss it. }}

{{Past all the villagers who adore you when they have no good reason to. }}

{{You go into the forest clearing and practically collapse unto the ground.}}

{{You don’t want to do this again! The first time you ever beat the king- finally something new happened in your short pitiful existence and it couldn’t save you!}}

{{You tug on your curls until you feel a dull pain at the sides of your head.}}

{{ The power of friendship couldn’t save you! You weren’t chosen! You weren’t special! }}

{{You can’t bare to die again. To watch your friends get hurt again. To see everyone frozen- your home permanently cursed to stagnation! }}

{{The loops were lonely and scary. You had no one to talk to who knew what you were going through!}}

{{And the minute you thought.. t-thought that maybe you found hope it was taken from you! Why? Why why why-}}

{{You wish you could change into someone who could actually save your home!!!}}

{{ You look around confused as to who or what gave you this form of divine intervention- if it would even work at all to begin with.}}

{{ You can only do so much on your own before everything falls apart. }}

{{ You thought it would burn you but it’s surprisingly soothing. }}

{{Siffrin talked about the item that’s currently in your hands a long time ago.}}

{{You didn’t get it half the time but you listened anyway because it made him happy. }}

{{It’s only capable of reflecting the light and warmth from the suns rays. }}

{{ You slowly bring the crescent to your mouth and devour it whole. }}

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kangaracha · 14 days

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CATSKIN for @feelbokkie

prompt felix + twisted fairytale (catskin)

TW for blood, minor character death, mentions of sexual assault, medieval type violence

word count 4444

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When first you meet, it is like two stars colliding - like the sun and the moon dancing around each other in the sky, and love at first sight is a dream for foolish, insipid children and you know that to be true, but...

Maybe in this moment, you forget. Maybe you see his face, warm against the cold ice of the cape that falls over his shoulder, or maybe you watch the soft curve of his mouth as he laughs at something his brother says, standing so subtly apart from the crowd that no one notices they are there. Maybe your eyes meet across the room, sun-warmed brown to striking blue, and time stills and the dance stops and your heart thinks that here and now, nothing else could matter but the taste of his name on your tongue and knowing what his hand would feel like in yours.

But this isn't real. The ballroom is crowded, and he is a familiar face you have never met, and you are a stranger with the moon draped over your shoulders for the night. The band strikes up a dance, a lively rhythm that swings fast and slow, and you are swept into the rush of the current, your feet moving in a pattern that they know from heart. Your hands are still stained with coal; you take every suitor's hand palm-down, hiding the black stains that won't quite scrub from already-dark skin, and you waltz without meaning until pale, slender fingers take yours and hold them tight, tugging you from the dance before you can be passed on to the next partner in line.

"Wha-" you begin, and then you look up into the eyes you've dreamed of for days and months and years and forget what you were going to say at all.

"Sorry," he says, and drops your hand with all the haste you'd expect someone like him to once he looked close enough to see the lie shivering beneath your skin. "I just wanted to know your name, before I lost you in the crowd."

Love at first sight is a story mothers tell to put their children to sleep at night, and you have lost all your senses because in that moment, your mouth opens as if to answer him.

"There you are," a voice says behind you, too sweet to be any you know; and an arm loops through yours, and here is Hyunjin suddenly, jewels dripping from his brow and a fire burning in the back of his eye where only you know what it is for. "It's so like you to wander off. Come on; our friends are looking for us."

"Before you go-" says the mouth you'd seen laughing from across the hall, the prince it belongs to reaching out a hand - but you are already gone sliding away through the crowd that fills his ballroom from wall to wall with more dazzling finery than you've ever seen in your life.

"That was close," Hyunjin breathes in your ear, and there is the voice that you recognise, liquid fire and undertones of dark shadow. "You're supposed to avoid him, you know."

"I know," you mutter and allow yourself to be swept away, all thoughts of love and the sun and the electric feeling that had jumped from his hand to yours swept to the side.

II.

The king likes the ballroom to be full and the people to be colourful, and he likes the crowd to be lively.

The wine flows freely for the last day of the summer, the lords and ladies stripped of their cautious humours and careful tongues. Their laughter is raucous as you slip out into the garden, the sun pulled over your shoulders in lengths of fine silk that cut away the cold wind that bites at your exposed skin. Already, the trees have begun to turn and the grass is wet with the season's rain; you stand in the centre of an autumn scene and watch the leaves flutter and fall, the light of the lanterns glittering from your skirts and the swirl of beading across your breast, woven from the finest gold.

"It's you," says the man beneath the tree; and when he steps out into the light, dressed again in pure white, you forget to pretend that you hadn't seen him, or that you'd simply come out here to breathe in air that wasn't stifled by the laughs of a thousand other people. "I was looking for you, you know."

"Were you?" you ask with the curve of a smile, your tongue loosened by the quiet of the cooling night and the seclusion of the garden. "Or could you just not find someone to dance with?"

You'd seen him earlier, standing at the edge of that floor. Gently turning away the hands of countless maidens in gowns that dripped in jewels under the guise of speaking to his brothers, searching the crowd with his eyes at every moment he thought that eyes weren't watching him. The guilty smile that plays on his face says that he knows exactly what you are thinking of; the step that he takes within your reach says that he isn't going to hide it. "Maybe I was waiting for the right person," he says, and then his cheeks turn pink in embarrassment, his eyes sliding momentarily away from yours.

"You'll waste your entire night if you think like that," you tell him lightly, and then you glance over your shoulder at the doors to the ballroom - to give him a moment to himself, you tell yourself, and pretend that it wasn't because you thought you felt the creep of Hyunjin's watchful gaze over the back of your neck. There is no one at the door though, no one watching through the backs that are turned to the glass. Only he can see you here, the sun standing in the middle of the night's darkness.

"I never got to ask your name the last time I saw you," he says; and with a start that jolts up your spine like electricity, you turn back to him.

"I never got to ask yours either," you say, in lieu of the answer that you cannot give him. Never mind the danger of him recognising you too closely after this night - if he mentioned to Hyunjin the name of a girl he'd met in the garden, if Hyunjin knew what you were doing between the tasks you'd been given...

"Everyone knows mine," he scoffs; not because he thinks so highly of himself, but in the reluctant acceptance of someone who had never known a moment of privacy. "You can't have come to the woodlands knowing so little."

"And what if I didn't?" you question, playing along on this string of a conversation rather than letting him turn it back around to the question he'd really tried to ask. "What if I'd simply come here to enjoy the night, and seen a man across the room that I thought I'd like to know?"

His smile grows wider, his eyes softening. You like the way that smile looks on him. "Then I'd tell you my name is Felix," he tells you. "And I'd probably ask you to dance before we met like this, out here in the garden where no one is looking. And it probably wouldn't be such a scandal if we were seen either."

"That doesn't sound like as much fun though," you say. "Isn't it much more interesting to meet like this, than to have it all planned out?"

"Are you someone that likes trouble?" he asks, head tilted to the side in question; and the words seem cautious, probing, but he draws in closer again anyway, enough that his hand can brush yours in the folds of your dress.

"Maybe I am," you tease, your heart fluttering and jumping around in your chest like a nervous rabbit. "Aren't you?"

"I think I could be," he says, and his hand brushing your chin is followed by his lips brushing yours; and it is only a question, a stepping across boundaries that promises to rescind immediately if you push him away, but love at first sight is a dream and you think maybe, in another life, you might have been a terribly indulgent dreamer.

You kiss him with all the certainty that had driven you to this point, this garden and this night and this man, and his lips are soft and he smiles too much, and his hands are hesitant to wander, but you've already tried hot, heady passion and men who take what they want. Soft is new, and questioning sends a shiver down your spine, and you think this is a better man.

And then you stop because you remember, but you play it off as the toll of the bell startling you from a daydream. "I have to go," you say, which is true, and then, "I hope you find someone to dance with tonight," which is not.

"Will I see you again?" he asks; and it's notable, you think, that he doesn't reach out of try to stop you. That he accepts on face value that you are telling the truth and that, even though his eyes say they want you to stay, his mouth would be rude to ask.

"Maybe," you say, the word drawn out like honey dripping long and slow from your tongue. "If you have another ball."

He laughs, his eyes squeezing closed with the pain of it. When they open again, you make sure you are gone from his sight.

You're pretty sure you dropped something like your heart there in the courtyard, but you don't dare to go and get it back. Not yet.

III.

You're cutting through fine hallways of tapestry and stone from the garden, your basket filled with vegetables and your face streaked in dirt. You aren't supposed to be here - a scullery maid shhould be in the dark spaces between the walls, scurrying up and down steep and spiralling stairs, but you're late and the cook is a stone-faced woman with a tongue made for lashing, and you hadn't thought-

The prince stops to look at you, confusion furrowing in his brow as he stares at your face. Recognition; except that today you are hiding under the brown of the dirt and the mantle of wild fur, cobbled together from the backs of many animals but none so fine as te ermine that lines his coat.

Your heart sinks even as it pounds in alarm at the thought of him finding out what you are and where you've come from. It is a disaster if it happens, surely, but at the same time - maybe you'd tricked yourself into thinking that he remembered you the same way you did him. Or maybe he had tricked you, with the way he'd so quietly given you his name in the garden, the earnesty with which he'd nearly asked you to stay.

"Your highness?" Hyunjin asks at his shoulder, dressed all in his own princely regalia, and Felix turns away. And for a moment you hate Hyunjin, as you slip to the side of the hall where your feet should be, out of the way; because how could he be so beautiful, and so detached and so true to his beliefs that he could play the prince, and you are so suited to fur and treachery that you stand here a maid?

"Sorry," Felix says, to Hyunjin and not to you, and pretends to move on. You can see his eyes flick back again as he leaves though, trying one last time to see past the furs and the dirt, to place where he has seen you before.

You can see Hyunjin's too, piercing when they look directly at you. Warning, that you are overcomplicating things. That this is all about to be a mess, and you are no longer prepared for it.

Your ire rises again. You know what has to happen, and what he will do to facilitate it, and you know your own roll. You know it all has to end. Who is he, to think you can't carry through on a promise? Who is he to doubt you?

IV.

The final coat is made of feathers plucked from the birds of the sea cliffs, tawny brown and ochre and cream. Hidden in the tunnels of the castle, Hyunjin tucks a sprig of samphire into the curl of your hair, picked from the edge of the world before you had left and wrapped carefully in paper made for preserving these kinds of things. A piece of home, brushing up against your ear every time you turn; a signal to those that you have let in the back door that you are a friend, in case you are caught in the havoc.

"What happened to your hands?" he asks as he steps back to look at you, his own lifting your wrists so that he can see the black marks on your fingers.

"There was grease on the gate lock, to stop it sticking," you reply. "It doesn't wash off like blood does."

He drops your hands just as fast as he'd picked them up, his eyes scanning the feathers again. As if it was this coat that you'd worn when you'd taken a knife to the man at the gate, as if he would find evidence of the blood on your hands smeared across the vanes if he only turns you this way and that. Silly of him, really - the edge of the fur coat was the one that bared the stains. The fur was made for the work of the hands. The feathers were only sent as a signal, a draw of the eyes, dropping in the path of your feet as you walk towards the ballroom.

"Stay away from the prince," Hyunjin warns you, his attention turning in the direction of his own path to the party. "He's looking for a particular girl that he saw last time. He'll have eyes everywhere."

"Not on the ground though," you answer, shaking out the coat and watching a feather of mottled brown drift to the floor. You ignore the way that your stomach dips at the mention of a girl. You neglect to mention that the girl he's looking for might be you, and the rouge brushed across your cheeks and the glitter of gold on your eyelids will only draw his eyes.

You should have worn the dirt and hidden in the shadows, but that's not how they had prophesised it. The witches had whispered of a feather coat and a dress made of the sun and a moonlight shawl, and you'd been the one foolish enough to wear them, and no one in those rooms had been able to resist the magic of them, least of all the prince.

"Time to go," Hyunjin says as the bell tolls seven, and with one last look between you, you turn your seperate ways.

You don't know where his heart resides, but you know that yours is in your throat. You hope that he survives the night. You hope that whatever he came here for is worth what it is going to cost.

At the moment the ballroom bursts open, the black soldiers streaming in from every entrance, you are looking at the prince.

You hadn't meant to. You had taken Hyunjin's advice, as much as it grated at you to do it, and you had avoided him, skirting around the edges of the room while he searched in all the wrong places for you, dropping your feathers where the feathers wanted to fall and hiding in crowds of garish colour that sniffed and sneered at your coat of soft brown; but even though you don't wear the sun or the moon, you still orbit around him and him around you when you are in this room, and to stay away from him was-

Impossible, in the moment when you turn and there he is, right on your tail like the hunters following the birds to their nests in the cliffs, willing to jump from the rocks just to collect the eggs that might hide below. Except that he wasn't here to steal from you, or to catch you in his hands and tame you - he only thinks that you are beautiful, or that he could love you if only you gave him a chance.

And then the feathers ruffle and shift in the breeze, and the doors open, and the room fills with the men of the sea, axes and knives glinting in their hands and white teeth snarling within their faces.

Eerie silence falls as the room stutters to a halt, the shiny, red-faced aristocrats turning to stare at the army that have entered their sanctuary. The first one falls by the main entrance, his wine arcing through the air as he tumbles to the ground under the sharp blade of an axe; and then they scream, and they move in every direction, and in the maelstrom of silk and chiffon and eyes of horror you lose sight of the prince.

Slipping across the room is like fighting upstream against a raging river, ducking between bodies and around blades that don't have time to see the samphire behind your ear. You fade away into the one hallway you hadn't marked with a feather, disappearing into the black of the walls and the twisting tunnel down to the kitchens where just moments ago maids had scurried out to deliver the feast, and your heart breaks at the red-suited body that tumbles in on your heels, the eyes of a man in armour of beaten iron that take in your feathers and your face and turn away, back to the bloodbath, but you can't go back. You can't save him.

And then a gutteral cry echoes down the tunnel, and a body blocks the light that flickers from its entrance, and there he is, your prince. His eyes are scared and his mouth open as he gasps for breath, the little knife he'd used on your countryman held in a white-knuckle grip in front of him as if he thinks he might need it again at any time. Blood splatters the front of his snow-white coat, tarnishing the pearls and sinking into every fibre of the cotton and wool that holds it together.

"It's you," he gasps between breaths, the words reverberating from the stone walls. "I found you."

"You-" you begin to say, but the words are lost in the storm of thoughts that cloud your mind, the race of scenarios that you can imagine coming from this unfateful meeting, this turn in the story that was never anticipated. Every step has been told to you up until now - the coats, and the feathers, and the rush of men into the ballroom that leads to the fall of a kingdom - but no one said a word about this. About him, the prince, the hands that now cup your heart to their chest, and the knives at his back as he stands there, just one step shallow of safety.

You think too much about what has happened and what could happen next, but you don't think at all when you reach out and grab him, dragging him down the tunnel and into the darkness, where only sporadic lanterns burn to guide the way. Around this corner and then that, down a staircase so steep that countless girls have broken their necks tripping on its uneven stones, into the warmth and light of the kitchen, where the smell of the pig roasting over the fire fills the air and the stack of pots waiting for you to wash them later in the night teeters towards the ceiling, stacked in one corner by several pairs of careless hands.

No one is here. They'd timed it deliberately for the arrival of the feast, when the attendants of the ball would all reconvene from the corners of the palace to the ballroom to fill their already ample stomachs. Incidentally, this meant that the kitchen staff were all in attendance too, arranging dishes under the watchful eye of the cook, which meant that when you tried to hide a prince in the kitchen-

"Wait," he says, dragging back against your hold on his arm. "Wait, I know a way out of the castle. I can take you where it's-"

"No," you cut across him before he can finish, and you tug at him again, dragging him step by step towards the maid's quarters. "They're in the hidden tunnels too. There's no way out."

He's so surprised that he forgets to resist you, his body going slack with his jaw and his feet following you across the room. "How do you know that?" he asks.

You don't dare to look back at him as you enter the room you share with the other girls, as you open the little chest-of-drawers that holds everything you brought with you (but not everything you own) and you pull out the clothes you wear day-to-day - grey trousers and a cream shirt slowly staining brown, and the coat of a thousand furs, its edges stained with fresh blood. "Put these on," you order him, shoving them into his arms without looking him in the eye, and then you turn your back.

"I wouldn't punish you for pretending to be from the court," he says to your back as he changes, the white jacket thrown to the dusty floor and then his shirt and breeches. "Or for knowing whatever you know. You saved my life." His boots are too nice to be a servant's, but yours won't fit him; you reach for Alice's old pair while he is busy, set neatly at the foot of her bed, and hand them to him when he is done, picking up the clothes he has discarded instead.

You saved my life too, you should say of the man he had killed, to keep up the illusion, but the lie seems wan in the face of the truth you are going to have to admit to him by the end of the night. You stalk past him instead, headed to the fire with the truth and the lies still sitting sour on your tongue.

The shirt and pants burn easily, the leather of the boots slow to sink between the logs that fuel the flame. You hesitate a moment before throwing the coat in after them, eyeing its precious pearls and hand-woven patterns of leaves and swirls. A silver brooch pinned to the lapel catches your eye; your thumb runs over it, feeling the careful details its maker has pressed together and the chips of diamond that embed its surface.

"That was my mother's," Felix says behind you, a certain grief hidden in the stiffness of his voice. "But you can burn it if you have to."

"I don't have to," you reply, and you work it free of the fabric with delicate and practised fingers. The coat feeds the flame; the brooch pins onto your dress, just above your heart.

"Pretend to be a servant," you say as you turn to look at him. Your hands reach out to fix his coat, to smear the soot from the fireplace into his golden curls and down his cheeks. "I can't keep you alive if you're a prince, but if you're just a boy from the kitchens-"

His hands catch yours as they slip from his face, the ash that clings to your skin staining his as he grips them tight. "Who are you?" he questions. "What have you done?"

Tight-lipped, ashen-faced, you look up into his eyes - pale blue to forest brown, liar to honest truth. "I'm the feathercoat," you say, as if he will understand the words of a fable that people only whisper over the sea cliffs and the raging storms of the ocean. "I'm the one that brings the woodlands to their knees. I'm-"

Your voice chokes in your throat, your fingers growing numb from the force of his grip on your hands. There's a knife still tucked into his waistband - there's a knife behind him, stuck by its tip into the surface of the cutting board. You only have your feathers, and the excuses that stack up in the back of your throat; that the witches told us it would be so, or your land is the only gift my father will accept in place of a marriage to that man, or haven't you seen the way your father encroaches on our cliffs? Haven't you seen the way your farms destroy our hills and valleys and pollute our river? But those are all reasons that blame someone else, and you are the one that stands here, and the grease from the gate stains your fingers, not theirs-

"I loved you," he says, and he lets go of you like he has been burned. "I saw you across the room, and I thought no one could be so beautiful, and you can't even tell me the truth when-"

A shout echoes down the hall you'd escaped from, the rattle of armour and the thunder of heavy boots against the floor. "Wait," you say to him, a hand suspended in the air between you. You're afraid to touch him, when he could reach for that knife - when he deserves to see your blood run, for what you have done - but you can't let him run to his death all the same. "Wait until we live, and then I'll tell you, and then you can kill me. But wait. Take my hand and wait."

He hesitates, his eyes wary like he doesn't believe you, but the man on the stairs shouts again, calling for someone to follow him, and the fear shoots right into his heart and his hand slides into yours, his pulse fast but his fingers cold.

"I don't want to kill you," he says, like a promise you can't believe he will keep. "Just keep me alive, and when the sun comes up, tell me everything. Please. I don't have any reason to kill you if everyone here is already dead."

"I will," you reply, and this is a promise that will be kept, whether or not he reaches for the knife when the light of the dawn comes. "I love you too, you know. I didn't mean to hurt you."

And yet, you have. And yet, the guilt and the feathers eat you alive.

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a-very-mere-mortal · 20 days

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(I've been obsessing over In Stars And Time recently. Have my Tarot Card deck. If you have any questions about my positioning, just ask!)

The Magician: Odile

The High Priestess: Maribelle

The Empress: The Island

The Emperor: The Favor Tree

The Hierophant: The King

The Lovers: Isabeau

The Chariot: Siffrin (Act 4)

Strength: Siffrin (Act 6)

The Hermit: Loop

Wheel of Fortune: Change

Justice: Your Family!

The Hanged Man: Siffrin (Act 2)

Death: Euphrasie

Temperance: Dormont

The Devil: Siffrin (Act 5)

The Tower: The House of Change

The Star: Bonnie

The Moon: Sadness

The Sun: Siffrin (Act 3)

Judgement: Your Wish

The World: The Universe

The Fool: Siffrin (Act 1)

#in stars and time #isat #isat siffrin #isat loop #in stars and time siffrin

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greyskyflowers · 8 months

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Listen, I fully support the whole idea of demon Zoro but I think a small part of me will always root for a more war god/goddess approach.

Hear me out because this goes in a few loops before tying together but my words wouldn't word right and my thoughts wouldn't thought right. So this is as good as it's gonna get and hopefully it kind of makes sense at the end. 🤷‍♀️

I listened to a podcast years ago that talked about how war goddesses always got portrayed as these terrible women, their stories warped until they were just bloodthirsty and vindictive.

But that's such a shallow, shitty take on them.

Yeah, war is bad. We all know that.

But war could be...

• defending your home

• fighting for the safety of your family and friends

• protecting yourself

• the only way to progress, justice, freedom, etc.

Point is, I love the concept of mother goddesses of war.

The ones that love their devotees with all their heart.

The ones that keep the fires going in the hearth and bring rain frequent enough to keep the soil wet

The ones that offer a full harvest and constant refuge

The ones that speak in gentle tones and vicious snarls

I love the ones that ride into battle beside their believers

The ones that wear blood like war paint and gently stroke your cheek with hands calloused from weapons

The ones that led the charge one steady feet and strong beliefs

The ones that howl like wolves, cry like ravens, and bring with them the wrath of a pissed off mother

The ones that stand in defense, tall and unmovable when someone has asked for safety, when called out for by those scared and desperate like all humans call out for their mothers when faced with death

The ones that say you will not die here because you are mine and I will come when you call

I love that.

I also think that type of role is very specific to the mother goddesses.

I also think that fits Zoro perfect.

The crew has not sailed without Zoro.

He's always been there, right next to Luffy.

He was the first, and that's important, meaningful.

He stands unwavering when they hide behind him, cling to his clothes or arms

He's safety when there's danger. Arguably, I'd even say more so than Luffy.

Luffy is kind of a wild card in a lot of situations and it's a guarantee he'll be dealing with the main big baddie, so it makes him a risky place to seek shelter.

It's a safe bet Zoro will be in the middle of the action too but he always seems more reachable than Luffy.

I also, personally, think Zoro knows absolutely everything that goes on in their crew and on their ship. He hears and sees it all.

I think the one of the worst situation someone could be in is having legitimately pissed of the strawhats.

Firstly, because they're all fucking crazy.

But more importantly, you're going to have Zoro and Robin looking for you.

Zoro carried the title of hunter. He regularly tracked people down for bounties before meeting Luffy.

Luffy strikes and strikes hard, but Zoro had to have patience, that relentless chase, hunting.

I think he lets himself be more loud and careless because of Luffy.

He settles under Luffy because he wants to. He has devoted himself to Luffy because Luffy is someone worth devoting himself to.

Zoro is fierce and strong but Luffy is a king, a god.

More importantly though, they balance each other, sometimes as opposites and sometimes as equals.

They provide something for each other that no one else quite can. They are the same breath in separate lungs.

Lightning and Thunder

Sun and Moon

Clouds and Stars

Sea and River

Blood and Bone

Skin and Steel

#i hope this is semi coherent but if its not *shrugs*#i just have a lot of feels and you guys theres so much amazing fanart #you're all so fucking talented and it makes my head go to interesting places #one piece #zoro #luffy #strawhats #straw hat pirates #mugiwara crew #mugiwara pirates #setting sail with greyskyflowers

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autumnsunshine10 · 9 months

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Real Royalty

Once again they kowtow

To his royal highness on his high horse

Clackety-clacking without a care

For acknowledging the damage

In his wake, a trail of tears and heartache

While you're looked down on like a pauper

Peasant too low to stoop

Out of the loop and cut short

With no legs left to stand on and

Not enough support, nary any sympathy

The king makes his merry way

And all you can do is watch

From the sidelines you witness everything

Side-eyeing the sight of his reign

Of terror unending trying to refrain

From calling out his imperialist ways

Like paying off the Pied Piper

To play luring misleading tunes

He thinks he's the golden Sun

With you his brooding moon

But you don't deign to play his games

For you always have been

Forever will be

The real royalty

Written for a friend and inspired by a typo prompt: the king and the short of it

#smittenbypoetry #twcpoetry #poetryportal #abstractcommunity #writingthestorm #original poem #inspired #royalty #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #poets on tumblr #lit #writerscommunity #books and poetry #survivors #empaths #poetry #writers and poets #autumnsunshine10

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absolutebl · 1 year

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This Week in BL - PAIN, all the pain you could want

except this is me, I don’t want it... whimper

Dec 2022 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My School President (Fri YT) 2 of 10 - this show is gloriously ridiculous and charming and exactly my preferred kind of BL. Tinn has NO GAME, but man do I love a whipped boy. Anything that harkens this hard to Love Sick gets my vote.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 3 of 11 - It is nice to see Ohm play a character with more animated facial expressions. I’m liking this show a great deal, but I am really not wild about time loops. Crazy to see Stud & Sam on screen together again. Holy Friend Zone flashbacks batman.

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 5 of 12 - it continues to be great, I continue to worry about the fact that apparently only Taiwanese BL considers therapy a viable option for boys who actually, ya know, NEED it. WATCH ALONG HERE.

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 11 of 12 - More nothing is happening, but the nothing is shirtless again, so I’m good.

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 9 of 12 - Well, the sweet little BL with Gun & Golf is great. Bummer they only take up 20% of screen time. Golf’s parents are the best. That’s all I got.

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 4 of 12 - it’s boring, what can I say?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 10 of 12 - everything about this show is so stinking cute, even the crumbs are adorbs. So many smiley kisses! (my 2nd fav kiss, the 1st one being a crying kisses, I’m warped). Speaking of, is it just me or is the actor playing Alex 1000% hotter when he smiles? Please no Doom next week, Taiwan? Pretty please?

Oh! My Assistant (Korea Thurs Viki) 3-4 of 8 - Amusingly, I’m referring to it as OhMyAss in my notes. I do love this one, it has such a Japanese feel to it. The episode titles alone are hilarious. Plus, kisses already? Korea? What’s going on? Meanwhile, this is my favorite bisexual awakening in cinematic history. It made me incandescently happy.

Happy Ending Romance (Korea Thurs Gaga & Viki) 5-6 of 8 - Look, I can watch Leo be pensive & moody until the cows come home (and have in half of Vixx’s MVs*) but it is getting a little tiresome here. PLUS: this is a KBL they don’t have a lot of time to waste even on his level of evil beauty. I think this would have worked better as a romance if the Writer had known the Editor in (at least) a friendly way in the past/at school as well - so there was more established dynamic to their instant affection and shacking up. Apart from my qualms around the romance thread, the plot is actually pretty good. It’s very angsty and tense for something so simple, which suits this length of show. *I guess what I am saying is if Korea ever did a remake of KinnPorsche, Leo MUST play Vegas.

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 10 of 11 - Pain. Argh. It was cruel to send them back, to all of us. Is there an ep 11, or is that a BTS and this was the end? In which case... in Strongberry I no longer trust. I guess we find out next week how shaken my faith is.

Eternal Yesterday AKA Eien no Kino (Japan Thurs Gaga & Viki) 8fin -Fortunately I have no faith at all in Japan, I expect pain from them. So here’s your final review of this one:

Smart boy in love with zombie incubus, keeps him alive with sex. Japan, king of thirst, gives us both that and PAIN: these 2 are drowning in yearning and loss. Careful with this one - you break it, you bought it, and it'll break you... wide open just to see what color your guts are. After watching, you too might be walking around alone, forgotten, and wondering why no one understands your loss. Not only does it not end happily, it ends hopelessly. That’s an automatic 2/10 from me. No exceptions and NOT RECOMMENDED.

Sure, it may actually be brilliant, but it hurt me and I’m mad about it.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y (Thai Gaga) 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

2 Moons 3 (Thai Mon ??) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)

Till the World Ends (Thai YT) 10 eps - ?

Why You... Y Me? (Thai Weds YT) 10 eps - It's not primarily a BL, but another meta show about BL shipping, with side BLs. @heretherebedork is watching it, ask them about it.

Gossip

Here’s that rumor, by the way.

I refuse to believe it. GMMTV is simply forbidden to do pain, it’s not their brand and I’ll be very mad if they do.

In Case You Missed It

Semantic Error movie (Viki) the repackage did have some nice added footage but I wasn’t wild about some of the new scene cut choices. Still, not substantial enough changes for me to deeply lean one way or the other. I prefer the original but that might just be because that’s how I consumed it first. *shrug*

GAP the series (Sat YT) is a classic office set romance. WATCH IT! It’s GL and this studio needs our support! I’m enjoying it but not chronicling my journey. (Also, the stairs are back.)

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting December 2022:

Dec 13 - Never Let Me Go from Thailand, GMMTV’s YT, 10 eps - GMMTV’s answer to KinnPorsche this is a mafia, attack dog (whipping boy + bodyguard) suspense BL. I’m delighted to see Pond Phuwin get a crack at something that’s not FUTS. Jojo (3 Will Be Free) is directing, so we know the action parts should be decent.

Dec 15 - The Director Who Buys Me Dinner from Korea, iQIYI - A new production house employee whose director (absolutely perfect in every way except that he seems to have lost his mind) claims to have lived 3 lives and insists that they have to date if they don't want to die.

Dec 16 - Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox from Japan, Gaga, 8 eps - A stakeout throws Onoe, a reporter, together with photographer Kaburagi. Kaburagi's haphazard work style goes against Onoe's ethics. Yet, in joint pursuit of a scandal, the two move from enemies to lovers. Adapted from manga Ameiro Paradox by Natsume Isaku.

Dec 21 - The New Employee AKA The New Recruit AKA Shinib Sawo from Korea, (prob Gaga or Viki) - From WATCHA (Semantic Error) virginal Seung Hyun scores the office internship of his dreams but on his first day at work he gets into it with his cool reserved boss. As you do. Stars Moon Ji Yong (Once Again). Based on Moscareto's web novel of the same name, directed by openly gay & queer activist Kim Jho Gwang Soo (Just Friends?).

Dec 28 - H5: Love in the Future from Taiwan (prob Gaga or Viki) - A cheerful and energetic student from 2000 travels to the future (2022), works as a deliveryman, and meets his first customer, an heir with a domineering personality. Directed by Nancy Chen (HIStory 4, Papa & Daddy).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Between Us

I love him, your honor. (Ai Long Nhai)

I catching another bad case of side dish addiction syndrome (GameVee in 609 Bedtime Story)

We stan a dorky wingman with an imaginary umbrella trope. (My School Pres)

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ivesambrose · 2 years

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*·˚༊ Mini Messages for June 2022 ༊˚·*

1. 2. 3.

Take a deep breath and pick a gif 💜

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Gif 1

The main theme this month is finding your joy and sense of confidence in something you took pride in earlier but were critiqued for later and made to feel incompetent towards. This month, this is you realizing that this is far from the truth.

June however brings you confrontations as well. Some of which you may not like. But this will allow you to deep dive and seek the truth.

You seem to be seeking something or someone that your heart's been seeking for perhaps over a year now. But you fear the worst. Fear of leaving a comfort zone, fear of never finding something that you once had once again, your own attachments are trapping you at this point even when you intuitively know better.

There might be worries or anxiety related to institutions, studies for some, old traditions etc that you'll be sorting out.

You'll seek divine guidance at one point.

There will be an end so you can begin. This will continue till you learn to accept and finally step into what needs to begin.

Placements : water suns, capricorn, saturn dominants, Earth risings

Gif 2

The main theme is 'the rest before the journey'

Close your eyes and visualize, you'll be on the road soon. By the end of this month there will be a change and progression towards a goal.

June brings you the energy of forming order out of the chaos of the previous months. I heard, "what I touch, turns to gold." this is the dominant energy you'll be having.

The previous rigidity in your ways will change for the better, there is a spontaneous turn coming, kind of like a loop in a roller coaster that marks as a turning point in your life. You're headed towards a personal discovery, suddenly everything becomes fluid and smooth.

Slowly and surely you're reaching that version of yourself you keep speaking of, you keep imagining, you keep making a Pinterest board about. You're to become it in due time.

Eyes on the prize. Loop this affirmation or visual if you must.

Placements : Mercury dominants, gemini or virgo risings, aquarius sun and moon, aries

Gif 3

The main theme this month is making a wish for the long road, communication and finding harmony. Use your words, feel the power in them and acknowledge the same. Avoid conflicts however, keep your mind calm you might feel overwhelmed (sensory overload) quite a few times this month.

There seems to be quite a few people coming in quick. Romantic connections? Friends? Clients? Networking? All of the above! You going places perhaps, you stepping into your element and thus attracting several admirers and just overall good reputation.

I see that regardless of your gender you're having a mindset where you're, "The King" and I honestly love that for you.

I do see some obsessive people here, either some one obsessing over you or maybe you're obsessing over your career?

I see you legitimately breaking free of something that has trapped you for so long this is extremely specfic.

Financially, this will be an amazing month for you as well. Persist on this very energy, you're doing amazing, sweetie!

Placements : Pisces placements, Taurus placements, Sun and Venus dominants, fire signs

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bethanythebogwitch · 11 months

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A JJBA thought experiment

How would the other big bads fare in a fight against part 3 DIO? I'm going to try to break down what we know about their abilities and see how things would shape up. Disclaimer: I'm not an expert in JoJology, so I may get some things wrong.

Part 1 Dio stands no chance. He has no way to counter the time stop and even with freezing powers, he can't harm The World. The only thing part 1 Dio has over part 3 DIO is a better ranged attack with his eye beams, but with no stand or hamon, he has no way to make an injury to DIO stick. All DIO has to do is stop time, chuck Dio into a sunbeam, and it's game over.

Ultimate Kars doesn't have a stand and therefore can't harm The World, but DIO doesn't have a way to land a lasting injury against Kars's regeneration and adaptation. Kars on the other hand, has access to hamon and can absorb a vampire with a touch and wins in endurance. DIO would be forced to use the time stops to retreat until either Kars gets lucky or DIO wears out, then a single touch ends the fight. Given that ultimate Kars is basically the most broken thing in the franchise, he probably has the best chance of any villain of winning.

Kira could use Killer Queen to blow DIO into dust, but that requires touching him, which is easier said than done as The World wins in a slugfest and DIO can use time stops to dodge and attack. The bubble bombs would be less useful against DIO than most enemies due to his vampire regeneration. Sending out Sheer Heart Attack would leave Kira a sitting duck for DIO to stop time, move in close, and win. When Bites The Dust comes into play things can get weird. We don't know if Kira could set any condition for BTD to activate or if it's just limited to someone revealing his identity. If the latter, it's useless. If Kira can customize the circumstances that trigger BTD, he could set it to trigger an instant before he dies, then let DIO kill him. Then when time loops, Kira just has to lay low until DIO explodes. That assuming BTD can activate during a time stop, of course. I think this scenario is the only one where Kira could win this fight.

DIO vs Diavolo is the fight that's hardest to call as I have no idea how their powers interact. Can Diavolo's future sight see events that happen during a time stop or would it skip past the time stop? What happens if The World activates during the time erased by King Crimson? Would DIO and Diavolo suddenly find themselves in stopped time or would the time erasure skip past the time stop? I simply don't know. I think Diavolo's best chance would be to use King Crimson to maneuver DIO into a sunbeam. If things come down to a fistfight, DIO's vampire regeneration would let him hold out longer and win by wearing Diavolo down.

Pucchi goes through 3 stands so I'll go over each of them. Whitesnake isn't a combat stand and therefore would fare poorly in a fight. Its best bet would be to sneak up to DIO and steal The World's disc, but this would be difficult due to DIO's enhanced senses and reflexes. Even without The World, DIO's vampire powers mean that if e managed to lay a hand on Pucchi, it's game over. An interesting possibility would be to steal DIO's memories of the sun being dangerous, then bait him into a sunbeam, but that still requires Whitesnake getting close to him.

C-Moon would probably fare worse because, being a close-range and non-autonomous stand, it loses the benefit of stealth and being able to act on its own and Pucchi can't hide to avoid becoming an easy target. Gravity manipulation would be a problem for DIO. Gravity does work during the timestop as people don't randomly start floating, so C-Moon could orient gravity toward the sun and stopping time wouldn't instantly get DIO out of that problem. In the final fight of part 3, DIO and Jotaro start inexplicably flying, and if DIO can do that again, C-Moon loses the benefit of gravity fuckery. I think this one fares the worst out of Pucchi's stands.

Made In Heaven is so absurdly fast that even with the time stops, DIO would have a hard time keeping up and would be incredibly vulnerable to hit-and-run tactics. With the benefit of accelerating time, it would not be hard for Pucchi to maneuver DIO into sunlight, especially if he can seriously would DIO to immobilize him. It would be a closer fight than with ultimate Kars, but Made IN Heaven has a real chance of beating DIO by nearly-neutralizing his greatest advantage.

Funny Valentine's ability to move between parallel universes gives him many advantages. He can jump to other universes to avoid damage and even survive his own death by taking over the body of an alternate version of himself. If he's not looking to kill DIO, he could trap him in another universe and just leave him there. If death is the goal, Funny could summon another DIO from a parallel universe and get the two to touch, destroying both. He should be careful picking which DIO to summon, lest he end up fighting two time-stopping vampires at once. Another tactic would be to summon another Jonathan and get them to touch, reducing DIO to a severed head. We know DO can survive in this sate, but his ability to move would be instantly removed, especially if The World is also reduced to a head, as with Polnareff and Silver Chariot losing the same limbs. In any case, DIO's vampire reflexes and the time stop would make any tricks by Funny very hard to pull off. This is really a fight Funny needs to open with a surprise attack and win with the first blow, otherwise he's in deep trouble. Once Love Train comes into play, the field is leveled. Since Love Train makes it effectively impossible to actively harm Funny, DIO's only hope is that it can't activate during the time stop. If Love Train trumps the time stop, there's nothing DIO can do and it becomes a battle of attrition until Funny gets lucky.

Tooru vs DIO is another fight that boils down to unknown elements of how their stands interact. Wonder Of U is up there with ultimate Kars in terms of sheer brokenness as anyone who so much as subconsciously thinks about going after Tooru or the stand instantly get his by an improbable accident. In addition, Wonder Of U can act on its own, essentially giving DIO two enemies instead of one, and Tooru is a lot more durable than most people as a rock human. The question is can Wonder Of U's calamities activate during a time stop and can the calamities be customized. If the answer to both of those is yes, DIO loses as he can instantly be forced into the sun even in a time stop. If it can't activate during a time stop or the accidents are the same for everyone (that is, random objects flying at DIO), DIO wins as he can just attack during the time stop.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #dio brando #DIO #kars jjba #kira yoshikage #diavolo jojo #enrico pucci #funny valentine #tooru jojo #the world #killer queen #king crimson #d4c #wonder of u #whitesnake #c moon #made in heaven #thinking too hard about anime fights

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anorlondoarcheryclub · 1 year

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Gwyndolin’s Names

[Obligatory disclaimer: I’m referring to Gwyndolin as ‘he’ throughout. I won’t judge you for doing as you prefer.]

Dark Sun Gwyndolin hides secrets, and even his name is no exception. Continuing the theme of Welsh names, he combines the elements “Gwyn” (fair or blessed) and “dolen” (ring, bow, hair, or brow). The interpretations “fair bow, blessed ring, white ring, who has white eyelashes'' are all applicable to Gwyndolin - evoked by the bow he wields in combat, the silver ring given to the Darkmoon Blades, and the pale brow and white hair of the Dark Sun.

The symbolism doesn't end there.

In Japanese, Gwyndolin’s title is 陰の太陽, “Sun in Shadow,'' an interesting phrase. On a surface level, “Dark Sun” nicely captures the imagery and inherent duality of the description, however, the English translation has lost a number of interesting details.

陰 does mean dark or shadowed, but it has multiple connotations.

Notably, 陰 “Shadow” is not the same as 闇, used throughout the game for the Dark. Likewise, 暗月 “Darkmoon” uses 暗 rather than 闇 to indicate darkness. Considering the precision with which Dark Souls uses language, I’m not going to suggest that Gwyndolin has anything to do with the true Dark.

陰 “Shadow” can also mean "behind the scenes" or "behind [someone's] back," which suits Gwyndolin’s role as the hidden enforcer. There is another commonly used kanji (影) that means 'shadow' and does not have those connotations, so I assume the choice is intentional.

The verb 陰げる, using the same root word, means ‘to become gloomy,' or 'to become hidden.' These meanings also apply well to Gwyndolin, hidden to disguise his “repulsive, frail” appearance.*

Expanding the search to words containing a given kanji is a reasonable way of learning about its historical use and connotations. By doing so, we find something interesting. 陰神 is an alternate writing of 女神 'goddess,' where 陰 is the Taoist principle better known by its Chinese name 'yin,' in contrast to the reading of 陽 as 'yang'.

Both are present in “Dark Sun” 陰の太陽. The phrase begins with ‘yin’ and ends with ‘yang!’ The Darkmoon deity metaphorically contains both the light and shadow, both the masculine and feminine, in tension.

To close the loop and provide another pointer to possible origins of the celestial themes of the gods, there are alternate kanji, specifically used for the Taoist principles. 陰 ‘yin’ can be written as 阴, and 陽 ‘yang’ can be written as 阳, respectively.

阴 'yin' is written with the radical 月’moon;’ 阳 'yang' is written with the radical 日 ‘sun.’ This in itself isn’t a strong statement; those kanji, after all, are not in use in Dark Souls, so far as I can tell.

It is interesting, in context of Gwyndolin’s “deep adoration of the sun,**” to note that the word used for Sun itself contains a reference to everything Gwyndolin is not permitted - masculinity, light, and a sense of order. Instead, he lives hidden, dressed and treated as a king’s daughter***, and punishes deviation from the divine order by means of the Blades. His name is emblematic of his personality and role, and in itself contains some of the contradictions that make Gwyndolin such a fascinating character. -----

*Darkmoon Blade Covenant Ring description. Gwyndolin, all too aware of his repulsive, frail appearance, created the illusion of a sister Gwynevere, who helps him guard over Anor Londo. An unmasking of these deities would be tantamount to blasphemy.

(I may not agree with this assessment of Gwyndolin’s appearance, but such is the way the story is told.)

**Crown of the Dark Sun description.

This crown of the gods demands faith immeasurable of its wearer, but it is imbued with Darkmoon power that enhances all magic. The image of the sun manifests Gwyndolin's deep adoration of the sun.

***Moonlight Robe description. The power of the moon was strong in Gwyndolin, and thus he was raised as a daughter. His magic garb is silk-thin and hardly provides any physical defense.

#dark souls #dark souls meta #scholar of the dark #japanese language #fun with kanji #gwyndolin #dark sun gwyndolin

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thewritingginger · 1 year

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Happy Halloween, Lovelies!!!

Yes, I am starting and ending Kinktober with Seraphim! I love him okay!?!?!

This is in relation to [THIS] one shot of King Seraphim with Servant Reader What can I say? I’m a sap for them.

Fandom: Blood of Zeus Pairing: King! Seraphim x Fem! Servant Reader Word count: 1.8k+ words Warnings: 18+, Love making, Bath sex, Vaginal fingering, Vaginal penetration, Soft, Kinda sad/bittersweet, Excuse any mistakes

Enjoy ~

The cotton dress that you’re wearing slips down your body to pool around your feet. Stepping out of the loop of fabric you take the few tentative steps it takes to reach the large bath in the middle of the room.

A large pool of water built into the floor of the tiled room, thick steam spirals across the clear surface. The only things occupying the room are the peaceful hums of night life that lives outside the wide open windows, the low glow of candlelight and the large man wading in the water. His eyes are glued to you and your body that slowly submerges further into the water with every advancing step.

The king’s large hands comb back through your dry hair. Directing your gaze up you look into his heterochromic eyes. Your hands reach to rest on his trim waist instinctively, his muscles flex under your gentle touch.

“You came.” Is all he said, his voice a coarse whisper.

You had. Even after you proclaimed that this affair had to cease. That you couldn’t continue the never ending dance of push and pull of never having each other –forever standing on opposite sides of the room.

But as much as your brain advised and tried to convince you it was right, that you were never supposed to be together, your heart always argued back.

You weren’t the only one. Seraphim had let you go but that doesn’t mean he ever took his eyes off you. He knew your wishes and he respected them. Even as a king who could have anything and everything at the snap of a finger, the only thing he wanted was your happiness –even at the expense of his own.

Without a word you took his lips with your own, straining on your toes to reach his height. His hands release your face to wrap his strong arms around your smaller frame, pressing your nakedness against his own. Your softer body sinks into his harder one like a puzzle piece falling into place. As much as you try fighting there is no winning against the gravitational pull you have towards each other.

The sun and his moon.

To everyone else around he is the bright light, the center of everything. But what they don’t know is you’re the true marvel of his world.

You bring the calming night that is filled with breathless whispers and restful sleep. You push and pull at the tides of emotion that make up the ocean in his belly. Eclipsing him each time you cross paths, you shield him from the world and allow him to be more than just a king.

With you, he is merely a man. A man cradling his lover. A man drinking in the sweetness of your muffled moans against his lip as his large hands roam up and down your sides. Cupping your ass he lifts you to wrap your legs around him so your face is level to his.

Your hands tangle in his long wet locks. Squeezing him tightly against you in an effort to fuse your bodies together. Your hips meet his. His growing hardness presses between you. His hand wedges between your heated bodies and begins playing with your folds. Sighing into his mouth you gently rock your hips against his hand. The subtle splashing of water echoes against the walls alongside your soft gasps.

His thick fingers tease your entrance. The heat of the water and your intertwined bodies make it almost hard to breathe. Your nails scrap against his scalp as his manipulating fingers pull you closer to the tantalizing edge of your increasing desire.

“Seraphim, please.” You gasp against his lips, eyes still closed.

Your body is weightless as Seraphim carries you to the edge of the pool. Sitting on the tiled step behind him, you straddling his hips, his hand still works between your thighs. Looking up at you, his eyes never leave your flushed cheeks and your lust heavy eyes. Lips trail wet kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. Your head falls back as a thick finger invades your tight entrance, allowing the man beneath you more space to explore with his mouth.

Curling his digit inside you and inserting another, your hips are urged to grind against his hand. Pulling his head back by his hair you meet his gaze. Open and overflowing with need. Your rose petal lips are parted allowing the soft mewls of your pleasure to seep out. His fingers don’t falter as your core begins to contract around them.

Seraphim’s free hand roams up your torso to cup your breast. Massaging the mound in his palm he rolls his thumb over your hardened nipple making you gasp.

“Give yourself to me. Let me have you. Please you. Love you.” His low melodic voice melts over you, broken up by kisses along your jaw.

“Seraphim.” You whisper like a prayer, pulling his attention from your neck. “Please.”

“Anything, my love. My queen. My Goddess, anything you want it’s yours. Anything.” His words grow in greater excitement as his fingers pick their pace and he abandons your chest to cup the back of your head, pulling you down till your forehead is against his.

He is enraptured by your undoing. Your sweet face contorted in pleasure, jaw slack, a string of gentle moans and choked gasps.

“I need you, Seraphim. Take me.” Your invitation was all he needed to rip his fingers from your core to align his throbbing cock at your entrance. His large calloused hands hold your hips, looking up at your face flushed with anticipation.

Lips parted, a breathy sigh escapes your lips as he helps you sink onto his girth. He lets out a relieved moan of his own as your body accepts him, stretching around his length to take all that he has to offer you. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling at his roots when you’re fully sat on his cock.

Pulling his face towards yours you mewl into his mouth as his hands knead the flesh of your waist, massaging your hips and thighs as if he is trying to remember every dip and curve of your legs around him.

You gently rock your hips against his, causing ripples of water to splash over the edge of the bath. His deep groans vibrate against your chest.

“Seraphim.” His name falls from your lips like a prayer as your bodies move as one. His manhood fills you full till almost too much but your body knows his too well. He’s molded your body to fit his. His cock moves perfectly over the deepest parts of you as he hands traverse the same path he’s carved into you so many times before.

His hands worship your body as his lips lay tribute along your heated skin. Every breath, a prayer. Every soft caress, a promise. A devotion to you, to your shared love.

“Take, my love. All I have. Everything that I am —it’s yours.” Your body quivers around his shaft, sending a ripple of pleasure down his spine. Your bodies hum together in harmony as your walls contract with your impending high. Seraphim continues his praising words of you and your giving body. He fills your ears with promises you don’t let yourself believe are empty or impossible. You focus on him and this moment of bliss. Of togetherness.

“Gods above, you’re everything. Stay with me. My life is hollow without this. Without you, My love. My world.”

“Seraphim.” Your nails create crescent shaped imprints on his shoulders. He wedges a hand between your bodies to circle your clitoris, feeling your end drawing near. He coxes you closer to the edge, teasing your hardened bud and urging your hips to grind deeper on his.

“Tell me, Y/n. Tell me you’ll stay with me forever. That you’ll be mine. That you’ll have me.” His desperate words are broken up by moans and bliss-filled sighs.

Your head falls back, songs of praise flow from your lips. Head spinning with pleasure and need —need that far surpasses desire of body. You need him. His voice, his love, his very being. All of him. Like him, you’re as much a prisoner to your forbidden courtship and undeniable love.

“Yes.” You cry, looking down you hold his face to yours. Faces contorted in pleasure and shared longing. “I’m yours, Seraphim. Always and forever.”

Connecting your lips in a frenzied kiss, the two of you cascade into oblivion together. Your chest bursts like a supernova. Your body is racked with pleasure in overwhelming waves. Seraphim’s hands persist in their pursuit of your pleasure, rocking your shaking hips against his –your ass rubs against his tightening sack- as he continues to rub your clitoris. His deep moans vibrate through you and bounce off the walls with your own ecstasy.

“Seraphim, please.” You don’t know what you’re asking for. Your body grows fatigued with overstimulation. Your high deflates but the man beneath you continues to search for his release in you. Curling your fingers in his hair you pull his face from your shoulder to look at you.

“I need you. Give me everything. All of you -ah- please.” Your words were what he needed to send him over the edge.

With a few more friction filled movements Seraphim spills his seed into your aching core. The heat of his cum rushes through you making you gasp and moan more as you rock against him to milk his balls of everything they have.

Your movements slow to a stop. Breathing together and connected, Seraphim rests his forehead on your shoulder. You lazily comb your fingers through his hair. A few moments pass in comfortable silence before your lover takes your gaze again. His large hands smooth back your hair, water droplets tickle your flushed cheeks.

“I meant what I said.” He didn’t have to say that. His eyes tell you everything you ever need to know. You give him a small bittersweet smile, stroking his cheek.

“I know. I did too.” And you did. Your heart will always be his, forever beating in sync with his.

With no words left to say —there isn’t a word in any language created that can adequately convey the feelings between you– Seraphim pulls your lips to his. It’s soft and slow. Time stops when you explore eachothers mouths. As if the Gods above had taken pity on you, they allow these moments to last a lifetime in a second.

Pulling away, his hands ghosting over every part of you. His eyes caress you. They say ‘I love you.’ and ‘My life is yours.’ and your eyes mirror his.

“Come.” His voice finally breaks the loud silence. “Let’s go to bed.” You don’t argue with him you just simply say,

“Okay.”

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acontrariis · 1 year

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⸺ prelude

ʀ. Aemond Targaryen x Vienna Targaryen (OC) Later on ᴡᴄ. 2.1k ᴅɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ. Mention of Character Death. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Dragons. Idiots falling in love again. I do not consent to having my work reposted, translated or copied in any way, shape or form.

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History remembers names.

Rather, whoever’s writing it does. Little does anyone say about the ones that got lost in time. Patches of ink on crumpled paper that have been turned to ashes. Pieces of a forgotten past. Buried under the retellings of a deceitful memory. Not just anyone’s memories. Only those who live get to tell the stories. Teach the lessons. Erase the failures.

This is what this story is, a recollection of failures. The black sheeps of the family. The little branch that got cut from the tree. The letters that were burnt. The passages only some knew and even fewer remember. This is a journey through the cracks, the secret tunnels that threatened the perfect foundation we now stand on. The remnants of a life that grows in the fissures. For all it takes is a single ray of sun to bring us back to life.

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Our story begins a few years in the near past.

History books tell us that Viserys I Targaryen’s reign was decided at the Great Council of 101 A.C. Having yet to produce a male heir, Daemon Targaryen was the closest heir the King had. A young, wild and hot-headed man, unsuited for the throne. The two brothers served as two sides of a coin, night and day, the heirs of the Targaryen Household.

However, what most ignore is the thin line of blood wiped from the records, a reckless child, the third brother, Daeron Targaryen. It is said that with his birth, he took what little life was left of Princess Alyssa. Hated by his father and resented by his brothers, the child grew prone to aversion and hostility. Those who knew him would whisper of the Prince’s indiscretions. A privileged child, who had everything but his family’s love.

From a young age, the little Prince showed excellence in all areas. A lover of arts and a skilled swordsman. Perhaps the previous statement should be corrected, he was excellent in all areas that could be taught. A quick learner that despite his talents, was not blessed with the natural gifts a Targaryen should possess. Perhaps the only true gift his blood had given him, along with the white hair and amethyst eyes, was madness, and as he stared at the egg that never hatched, this one only worsened.

As he grew, the main pleasures of his life came from sex and death. He controlled the powerless in a way he wished to control his family. Once he was old enough, he made it his goal to know the Seven Kingdoms. Never staying in one place for a long time, his days passed in a constant turmoil. One maid once heard him say if he stayed still for too long, the voices would surely eat him inside. So he kept moving, an enemy to silence and a lover of chaos. It is said he rivaled his brother Aemond in mischief.

Little to no attention was paid to his antics, having grown well accustomed to, what they called, the Prince’s attention seeking behavior. No one truly knew where the funds for his endeavors came from. It was well known the crown had as little ties to him as they could, giving the minimum a Prince could have. However, some said Daeron was the owner of several establishments; using multiple aliases, making sure no ties to his real name were left, his golden hands crafted his own network of trade.

Daeron’s life was a constant loop. Arrive at a new town, party, invest, have fun, leave. And on and on he went. A whirlwind of emotions in the body of a young man. Until one day in a peculiar little town, so small it didn’t show in the maps, full of magic and life. This was his second time coming to this place. The first one, many moons ago, he had stumbled in the area by accident, after getting in a heated argument a few towns over and leaving in the cover of the night. His savior that night, his accomplice and later on business partner, took him in that night and taught him how to be a proper man. Something he had forgotten along the way in his self pity journey.

Maera, a beautiful woman, wicked smart with a compassionate heart. She could read into your soul and decide what kind of person you were in minutes. That cold night she took a peculiar interest in him, without giving him any reason why. Still a young impressionable boy, he learned everything he could from her. For the first time since embarking on his trip, he decided to stay in one place, with the closest thing to a family he ever knew. She never told him her age, but he knew she was older, not by looks but by her actions. He felt like a child next to her, and not only because that’s how she treated him sometimes.

Soon, the raging storm that haunted his dreams quieted.

In this little town, Maera was considered of great importance, well respected and loved. Everyone came to her seeking advice and help. A knower of deeper arts, that came from a far away land long ago. It is said her knowledge surpassed by far that of the Maesters at the palace, and her beauty was the fruit of the most exquisite poetry. She became the first motherly figure the boy had ever had. It was known that even after years of leaving the land, thousands of crows flew from and back to deliver the correspondence of the pair. She would also be the one to join our two lovers, even if unintentionally, she would be one of the dominoes leading to the origins of this story.

The Harvest Festival. A long celebration of life and all the pleasures that came with it, especially those of the flesh. As was usual, the Prince was engrossed in the different interactions, sitting in his makeshift throne, the center of attraction. It’s funny, in retrospect, how a single glance could change the course of history as we know it. Her hair shone under the pale moonlight like an illusion, a golden mask covering half of her face, the darkness of her eyes drowning him. A wicked smile could be seen, her white teeth shining pearls as she bowed before him, the spinner trapping its prey.

Thick ebony hair, eyes so black they could swallow you whole and a smile that drew you in, as a siren song to her spider web. Elaena. Her name came like a prayer, a sip of water to a dying man. All everyone knew about her was that she had crossed the narrow sea with a group of misfits, entertainers of the lowest pleasures. Her mystery only added to her charm and made her that more desirable to everyone who laid their eyes on her. However, on a clear night, the full moon lighting their path, their eyes met under the masks and disguises and never looked back.

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For five springs their love bloomed.

Devoted and faithful, their eyes only saw each other and knew no one better than the other. Despite the initial disapproval of the family, the lovers married soon after that first night. The Prince was said to happily adjust to married life. Leaving his wandering days in the past, he committed himself to the newfound happiness he had so desperately craved. The constant trips were reduced, the burden lessened. Their days were filled with a peace that came from building their life together. A long forgotten castle, neighbors to House Arryn on the eastern lands, was their home.

It was said the Lady of the Arryn had an interest in the charming Prince. Favoring his wicked humor and his scheming mind, many believed the reason she so eagerly welcomed the couple in her lands was for a chance to see the white-haired man up close. It was no secret that the newly crowned Queen had less than a kind thought for the recently named Princess, as did the rest of the royal family. An unknown woman from some far away land, next to an unstable man who, they deemed, had brought nothing but misfortunes to their lifeline were to be kept away, or so they thought.

As their household bloomed with love, it was not to say it didn’t suffer its own hardships. Many losses were suffered through the years, the Princess agonizing cries ringing through the castle walls as yet another life was lost. Some thought it was a curse, “Perhaps the Princess is not meant to bear children”, the Maesters would say. Still, despite the Prince's protests and fears, the Princess’ attempts didn’t waver. She wanted to give him a family, she would say. He deserved that.

On their last attempt Maera was called, once again. Seeing the fragile state of the Princess, her first thought was to terminate the pregnancy as soon as possible. The only thing that refrained her from expressing it was the tired look on Elaena’s face. Her eyes revealed the pain she was desperately trying to hide inside. Her swollen belly was too big for her worn out body and yet she caressed it with such devotion, one may think her a saint.

It is said the Prince became a shell of what he once was, consumed with worry and fear for his wife, he would not leave her side if he could help it. It took a nudge and a sleeping remedy for the women to have some privacy.

There are some things, in a marriage, one must keep from the other. Whether that is to protect them or to protect themselves, that is of little importance when dealing with the consequences, which is why the Priestess didn’t flinch when hearing the Princess’s confession.

“I did something bad and I believe I may have cursed our child.”

A blood curse is not easily, if ever, truly broken, for there’s no curse more twisted than love.

On the third night of a cold winter night, a black haired babe was born with wine colored eyes, shining full of life as her cries echoed through the castle. And as her father had done before, her birth sealed their parents fate, for the hex was impossible to crack.

“You know, I never wanted children,” Maera said, as a secret shared between confessions “troublesome little creatures, they are. I do a fine enough job finding trouble by myself, you know?”

The comment was met with a breathless laugh, the pale complexion covered in sweat showing something close to a smile.

“But there was something about that boy that night. His expression screamed all levels of problems, I knew the first time I saw him he would be a pain. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him alone… and now I’m glad I didn’t.”

Maera held Elaena’s hand in hers, as the latter silently cried, her strength long gone.

“I will take care of your child. Whatever the course, I swear to look after her.”

A promise. A vow. A sentence.

The Princess’ cries, begging for forgiveness and regretting making their daughter an orphan, were heard through the castle as the couple held each other one last time, their final goodbye lost in the memories of the newborn child.

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Some say the Prince went mad with greed. Tired of his brothers’ mistreatments, he took out the rage on those weaker than him. His wife, an unfortunate victim. Stories tell they killed each other in a fit of rage, the witch, tired and resentful, made sure that was the last bruise he put on her face. With a dagger in hand, the desperate wife launched her attack, the precise aim of a killer striking the vital points of her lover. It is said the wench, covered in the warm blood of her husband, took the knife to her neck, bidding one last farewell to the crying infant in the crib by the bed.

However, other voices, the witnesses in the dark, the following eyes of this fiery dance, assured the prince went mad, without a doubt. But it was the poor condition his wife had been in what drove him to insanity. You see, the princess never recovered from the blood loss that childbirth presented. Two nights she bled, the pain driving her to delusions. The prince held her through it all, and by the time her last breath was exhaled, with it went his. For their lives have been joined as one, as only true lovers could be. ⸺

Rumors said an egg was stolen from a baby's crib. Blacker than the night sky, covered in amethyst jewels, the unclaimed dragon from the hatched egg was a vision in itself. Many tried to tame it, their flesh served as fuel for the creature to grow, forever without a rider.

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