#egret's writing

[egret-orchids]

for the love of language

Kaz Brekker was stubborn. When he had his mind set on doing something, he did it. No matter how difficult, no matter how simplistic. He wasn't sure what category 'learning his girlfriend's language' fell into.

Kaz lovingly and painstakingly learns precious few words in Suli just so that he can surprise his Wraith with them.

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word count: 948

It wasn't an unknown fact amongst the Dregs and Crows that Kaz Brekker knew one language, and one language alone.

He was stubborn, and though his rough voice and the hints of an accent that stemmed from southern Kerch were normal for him, hearing him reciting words in Suli was... odd. Jesper recognised the language from the few times he'd heard Inej muttering the melodic syllables, although he suspected most of it was just curses and swears, much like Jesper's messy Kaelish.

Jesper didn't want to run the risk of Kaz murdering him for snooping, but he did regale this to Wylan over cups of tea in the merchling's basement workshop.

"I was just walking past- y'know, because he'd asked me to grab a map for a job, and I hear him mumbling in Suli." Jesper said, sighing dramatically. This elicited a small chuckle from Wylan, who sipped his tea and then replied; "I think he has some sort of plan. He's never bothered learning more than basic decencies in other languages, and even then they're not great in terms of pronunciation."

Jesper nodded. "He tried to say hello to my Da in Kaelish and I'm pretty sure he accidently insulted him." Even if the anecdotes his father told him weren't exactly true, Colm Fahey was probably justified in his distaste. Some words in Kaelish were similar to others, and a slight error in wording could lead a pleasant hello to turn into somebody's mother getting called a whore. And it was also Kaz, who would probably do something like that purposefully; fully aware of what he was doing yet still taking the chance to be an ass.

Wylan smiled at this. "Are you going to ask him about it?" he asked.

Jesper shook his head. "He'd probably break my arms and threaten to gut me and leave my intestines for the crows or something like that."

"It's Kaz, of course he'd say that..." Wylan laughed quietly.

"I certainly wouldn't put it past him." Inej said with a smile from the doorway, and Jesper nearly jumped out of his skin as Wylan waved to her with a small, shy grin on his face.

"Saints, Inej, do you have to do that every time?" Jesper complained, rolling his eyes fondly. Inej didn't reply, simply shrugging and stepping towards the two. She sat on Wylan's workbench and looked at both of them with mock-sternness.

"Kaz has a job for you two. Some merchant from Shu Han." Inej passed Jesper a small, folded slip of paper- Kaz's signature way of informing them all of jobs.

Jesper flicked the note open and cleared his throat. "Shu Han merchant ship docked in Second Harbour- Saints, it's like he doesn't want us around all day today- unloading into the Stadhall. Jesper has the map." he read aloud, and the way Wylan immediately hung on the gunslinger's every word with such affection in his eyes almost made Inej laugh aloud.

Wylan hummed in response. "So this merchant if working with somebody in the Merchant Council, then."

"Yeah, and he's obviously going to be..."

Inej slid off the table and walked away, leaving the other two conversing about Kaz's latest job. It didn't need her skills, and she had a feeling that Kaz wanted her nearby.

She pulled up her hood, opting to meet Kaz, wherever he was. She didn't bother climbing the rafters and jutting beams to get to the window or the roof of the building next door and have to climb around searching for him, not in this weather. Besides, she knew Kaz would either be in his office, or somewhere on the Zentsbridge.

As it turned out, Kaz was leaning on the bridge's railings, gazing into the murky grey-green of the canal. He didn't move as Inej's neared his left shoulder, but he did shift his bad leg slightly. "Hello, Inej. Don't you have a job you need to help out on?" he said quietly, though the slight smile in his voice betrayed his joking manner.

Inej breathed a laugh, leaning on the railing next to him, back to the canal. "I wanted to know what you were planning. You normally make sure I'm with Wylan and Jes just in case either of them get distracted, be it by each other of something else." she replied.

Kaz shrugged. "Who's to say I'm planning something?"

Inej rolled her eyes. "Kaz Brekker, do you need to be so stubborn?"

Kaz tilted his head, meeting her eyes. "No." he said simply. "But stubbornness got me where I am today, and it got you out of the Menagerie, didn't it?"

"My stubbornness or your stubbornness?" Inej chuckled.

Kaz didn't reply at first; instead he moved away from the bridge's railing, and turned to face Inej, face almost expressionless but his eyes were less cold then they normally were.

"Volim te." he whispered, just enough for Inej to hear.

She swore her heart stopped beating for a solid five seconds when he said that.

It was a known fact that Kaz Brekker, that Dirtyhands knew Kerch, and Kerch alone. His accent was southern, from somewhere like Lij, but his language was that of someone born and raised in Kerch.

My mother is Ketterdam, he'd said, she birthed me in the harbour.

"What?" Inej murmured, too surprised.

My father is profit. I honour him daily.

"Volim te." Kaz repeated, and Inej can't help but laugh.

"Your pronunciation is awful, Saints."

Kaz glared at her, but it wasn't serious.

Inej moved towards Kaz, about to hug him. She stopped. "May I?" she breathed.

Kaz nodded slowly, and Inej pulled him into a hug.

"I love you too, Kaz Brekker."

#egret.txt #egret's writing #six of crows #soc #six of crows duology #the crows #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #wylan x jesper #inej ghafa #kaz x inej #oneshot #kanej #kanej fic #wesper #suli as helped by google translate #colm fahey

[thatsbelievable]

#The Egret’s Regret #A poem by Gertrude Sturdle #Gertrude Sturdle #poetry #poem #poems #literature #writing #birds #egret

[baileypie-writes]

~Mai Mishou/Cure Egret Dating Headcanons~

Fandom: Otona Precure, Futari wa Precure Splash Star

Reader: Gender Neutral

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mention of work related depression(Mai)

~~~🪽~~~🪽~~~🪽~~~

~ Though you and Mai are dating, she’s still on the shy side. She just can’t muster up the courage to be the one to initiate kisses most of the time. Any affection you give her in public makes her very flustered.

~ She’s very easy-going when it comes to dates. She’ll go anywhere you want. But if you really want to make her happy, bring her to an art museum. She’ll be physically shaking from all the excitement! She’ll ramble about the techniques used, the styles, and even the artists themselves. It’s rare for her to talk this much, so it’s clear just how happy she is.

~ Mai draws you all the time. You’re her muse! Whenever you’re hanging out with her, you almost always catch her drawing you in her sketchbook. She gets very embarrassed about it.

~ She gets depressed about her job sometimes. While she tries her best to hide it, you can tell. Praise her work, and convince her that it matters. You’re the only person who can get her out of the dumps.

~ Mai’s a good listener. She loves hearing you talk about your interests, even if they’re a bit odd. It’s very entertaining to her.

~ She’s very grateful for you. She considers herself very lucky to be able to date someone as special as you. She sees giving gifts to her when it’s not a holiday as unnecessary, because to her, just your love is enough.

~~~🪽~~~🪽~~~🪽~~~

~~baileypie-writes

#baileypie-writes #precure #precure x reader #pretty cure #pretty cure x reader #otona precure #otona precure x reader #futari wa pretty cure splash star #futari wa precure splash star x reader #splash star #splash star x reader #mai mishou #mai mishou x reader #cure egret #cure egret x reader

[merryfortune]

Hands Perfect for Holding Flowers

Written for Femslash February 2024

Day 5. Hands for Holding

Title: Hands Perfect for Holding Flowers

Ship: Egretshipping | Aika/Kotori

Word Count: 2,012

Universe: ZeXal - canon compliant

Rating: T

Tags: Post-Canon, Affection, Flirting, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Crushes, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Ambiguous/Open Ending

   “Oh my goodness,” Aika gasped, “your hair. It is so beautiful. It's perfect.”

   She stopped mid-stride just to tap Kotori’s shoulder. They were going in opposite directions. They typically did. Different years, different classes, different extracurricular activities. If it weren’t for the incident involving Rio and the Barians, their paths were likely always going to be parallel. They hadn’t spoken directly since. 

   Truly, their only connection being they just so happened to belong to the same middle school.

   Kotori blushed as she jumped out of her skin. Aika’s hand was soft and her voice was even softer. Her compliment was genuine as Aika reached out and toyed with it.

   “It would be even more beautiful if…” Aika said and Kotori was helpless to stop her as her hand moved. She undid the ribbon that tied up the side bun. Her hair unravelled in a swift motion, like the undoing a theatrical curtain. “It were down.” Aika giggled to herself, satisfied at her rearranging of Kotori’s appearance.

   An act which, from anyone else, likely would have been seen as rude. Kotori knew that Aika was something of an eccentric so she had more leeway than most for acts like these. Her earnestness and her eye for beauty helping, too. She was renowned throughout the school especially for the latter.

   “Thank you, Hanazoe.” Kotori replied.

   “Please, Aika, I insist.” she said.

   “Oh, um, okay.” Kotori replied.

   She had no idea that they were on such friendly terms. Aika certainly thought so. She smiled. Her lips always seemed so stern and critical, especially when her eyes slitted so Kotori felt her hackles rise involuntarily. There was something about Aika which caused the hairs on her arms to stand at end. That maybe the cruelty she exhibited under the possession of the Barians had not been implanted there, that it had merely exposed the thorn underneath her deceptive rose. Though, Kotori didn’t like to think the worst of people.

   Aika returned her hands to herself, “Thank you,” she said, “and since we’re talking…”

   “Yes?” Kotori blinked owlishly.

   “May I have a moment of your time? I would like to borrow you for a project, if possible.” Aika said.

   Kotori’s heart fluttered, “I, um, sure, what is it first?” Her helpful nature spoke for her first before waiting for the rest of her brain.

   “I would like you to do some modelling for me. I was actually on my way to discuss borrowing someone from the photography club but… I believe seeing you this afternoon was quite serendipitous because your hair…” Aika’s voice trailed off as she tilted her head to the right so she may better admire the gloss and shine of Kotori’s hair as it caught sunbeams through the window they were beside. “It's perfect to complement my arrangement.”

   Oh, Kotori thought to herself, that didn’t sound hard at all. Or that risky. In fact, she felt quite flattered as her heart began to thump in her chest. She didn’t consider herself all that pretty and Aika was only choosing her because she cared about her flowers more but still. This sounded like quite the opportunity to indulge.

   “It would be my pleasure, Aika.” Kotori replied.

   “Appreciated.” Aika said. “When can you come in?”

   Kotori hummed thoughtfully for a minute as she went through her schedule in her head and tada, what do you know? It was not that jam-packed. She shrugged apologetically.

   “Tomorrow maybe?” she replied. “I’m helping out at the study and homework centre this afternoon and was on my way there now but tomorrow I’m free.”

   “Aah, my lucky day.” Aika squealed as she clasped her hands together. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

   “Yup, see you tomorrow.” Kotori replied.

   “And don’t worry, I’ll have everything you need so you just come in as your lovely little self.” Aika said.

   “Got it.” Kotori nodded. “See you then.”

   Aika took a step back and bowed politely to Kotori. Gratitude all but radiated off her. Kotori did the same, though not quite to the same extent, then excused herself but she had to admit.

   She was kind of excited for tomorrow now. It really did sound fun! More fun than algebra at the very least. So, Kotori headed off and, pleased that she didn’t have to go all the way to the photography club, Aika decided to return to the flower arrangement club. 

   That afternoon, Kotori did her best to help out in the study and homework centre. Though, was a little air-headed, preoccupied with thoughts on how she was going to shampoo and condition her hair later. Yuma, the study buddy who needed her assistance, complained that she was the one who didn’t have her head in the game for once.

   She just couldn’t help herself but it was worth it the next day when Aika saw Kotori at the flower arrangement clubroom. 

   Aika’s demure smile when Kotori showed up on her doorstep, the way her eyes lit up, Kotori noticed every aspect of her demeanour as she warmly let her inside. She was clearly pleased with Kotori - and her selection of her for the sake of her flowers.

   “Thank you so much for coming, Kotori, I really appreciate it.” Aika said.

   “It’s my pleasure, really.” Kotori insisted.

   “You’ll be eating your words once you see what a tyrant I am.” Aika joked.

   Kotori shivered. Her skin prickled as Aika laughed.

   “Now, if you would be so kind. I did my best to prepare a kimono for you ahead of time. I had to estimate your sizes but hopefully, it suffices.” Aika said.

   She gestured the kimono that she was talking about and Kotori gasped. It was gorgeous. It was mature and elegant, it matched her hair and had the slightest pink dotting to indicate cherry blossoms, or so she would guess.

   “I couldn’t.” Kotori said. “It looks expensive and-”

   “You can and you will.” Aika doubled down. “Do you need any help to get into it?”

   “Probably, I haven’t worn a kimono without my mother and grandmother helping, like, ever.” Kotori said.

   “I see.” Aika said and she chuckled pityingly. 

   Kotori blushed and held her breath. She handed herself over to Aika since she clearly knew what she was doing. Kotori did the broad strokes of it, of course, and in privacy behind a silk screen but Aika did the fiddly bits. She adjusted the brocade and of course the sash.

   “Tell me if its too tight.” Aika whispered behind her.

   “O-Of course.” Kotori said.

   Her heart was practically hammering out of her chest as Aika did up the obi. Her movements were measured and precise, just to make it fit like it was meant to have always belonged to Kotori. Kotori felt absolutely lavished and pampered by all the attention as Aika knotted firmly but not so firmly Kotori couldn’t breathe. Though she was struggling with her breath for other reasons…

   “You look good in it.” Aika said. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

   “Well, um, you make it very easy. I swear, it's a very different story when my Mum and Nan do it.” Kotori replied.

   “I don’t doubt it.” Aika said. “Now, come this way. Please follow me.”

   “Anything you say.” Kotori chirped.

   Here it was.

   The hard part.

   She was all dolled up and now she actually had to participate in Aika’s project.

   Kotori clopped along in the geta she had been provided. She felt unbalanced in them and envied how easily Aika walked on her own. She was taken to the inner stage of the tea ceremony room and Aika positioned her next to the shelving. All of it appropriately selected for the occasion of having her picture taken - and showing off the splendid arrangement that Aika had done ahead of time.

   When Kotori saw it, she gasped. There was something striking about the ceramic vase and the summer clippings. She didn’t know a darn thing about flower arrangement but even she was struck by the poignancy of it. It felt like a testament to the summer solstice and the festivals that celebrated it.

   “Like it?” Aika asked humbly.

   “I love it.” Kotori said. “And you think I can help with, um, uh… what is your project?”

   “I’m glad you asked. The class rep became aware of a photography challenge I might be interested in and so, I am doing my best to put my best foot forward so I can attain the glory of being in a monthly gardening magazine.” Aika said.

   “Wow, that’s so cool. I hope you get in.” Kotori gasped.

   “Thank you, Kotori.” Aika said. “Now, if you don’t mind…”

   Aika began to micromanage every aspect of Kotori and her pose. She undid her hair, she arranged Kotori’s hair by strands, all but individually deciding where they should go. She pushed her shoulders back, shuffled her left and then right and then left again. Kotori felt as though she were going to trip on her own toes as Aika paid dividends on her previous threat: she really was a tyrant when it came to the artist.

   A full fifteen minutes later though, with every nice and neat and most important of all perfect, it was worth it.

   Now, Kotori could hold the pis-de-resistance of the photograph: another clipping.

   “It’s not just your hair, dear,” Aika murmured, “but your hands too. They are perfect for holding.”

   Kotori swallowed.

   She felt her cheeks burn and she tried to suppress it. She didn’t want to make Aika wait any longer than she had to so she could get this shot of her that she had worked so hard to make.

   Aika drew forth another, dried soba flower for Kotori to hold. She gently inserted it between Kotori’s fingers and placed her hands along it as though she were holding a koto rather than a long sprig of the white, summer flower.

   “You are beautiful, my dear.” Aika murmured to her, petal soft.

   “Thank you, Aika…” Kotori simpered, appreciative.

   “Alright, I’m ready to take your photo now.” Aika said.

   Kotori didn’t move a muscle but did hum in acknowledgement. Aika stepped back and she looked so out of place holding a handheld camera in her older garb. She watched as dust mites floated in the sepia sunbeams that came through the window in sharp shafts. They illuminated Kotori, dyeing her in the shades of an umber summer.

   Satisfied with her model, the lighting and the pose, Aika wielded her camera delicately and then… click! Click, click, click. She wasn’t so self-absorbed to assume she would get the ideal shot straight away but one of them would be the one, she just knew it.

   “Thank you, Kotori, at ease.”

   Kotori let go of her breath shakily and felt relief immediately. She let go of her pose, too.

   Aika stepped forward again and she reached out. She caressed Kotori’s cheek and her eyes flicked up. The contact that their eyes made, it was warm and balmy. Aika wiped a bead of sweat away on Kotori’s cheekbone then her hand snaked down.

   Kotori felt her breath get stolen away as briefly, naively, she thought that Aika was going to take her sprig of soba flower off her but no.

   Her fingers closed around Kotori’s wrist and Aika bowed her head. Her forehead brushed against Kotori’s hand as Aika breathed on her: a singular exhale which scattered over the skin of Kotori’s inner wrist. Kotori swallowed as she felt herself aroused - and all too aware of just how close Aika was to kissing her veins.

   “Yes, perfect hands for holding flowers.” she flirted.

   She had to be flirting. Kotori couldn’t think of any other explanation as she got flustered.

   “A-Aika…” she exclaimed.

   “Yes, Kotori…?” Aika answered and she looked up.

   Her tone of voice and her serious eyes, she was all too aware - and gaming - the fact that Kotori had a crush on her. Though, to be fair, Kotori was all too aware of her crush too, for all the few seconds it had existed as they shared this slow and unconventional skinship.

#femslash #femslash february 2024 #femslash february #yugioh zexal #zexal #yugioh #mizuki kotori #kotori mizuki #hanazoe aika #aika hanazoe #aika x kotori #kotori x aika #egretshipping #<- naming it rn in honour of white egret orchids #writing tag #hands perfect for holding flowers #clover and violets #clover and violets 2024

[thegravetaker]

Unseasonable warmth- An egret poised on the shore Of a shallow lake. 

#nikopoetry #poetry #poem #haiku #writing #nature #birds #bird #egret #lake #It's too hot to be winter still...

[tc-doherty]

Once upon a time there was a

Monster who lived her life under the shadow of a curse...

...but she never had any problem with it, and never needed anyone's help, no matter what names people might call her. So how come those foolish friends of hers had to attempt it anyway, and to such a disastrous result? Now they, too, are cursed, and scattered – one to the far north and one to the far south. She would never leave their rescue unattempted, but time is running out, and she can only save one of them...

Knight who dreamed of valor and chivalry…

...even though his station kept him far away from the hallowed halls walked by true knights. In rescuing his friend he thought he finally had a chance to prove himself, so how come his noble quest led him to the wrong person entirely? He never should've listened to his brother about the right way to go about this whole questing thing. Even so, a princess needs a knight, and although she may not be the person he was looking for, he thought he might still be of some use. At least until his second attempt at questing went even more disastrously than the first…

Princess who grew up in the wild kingdom of the faeries...

...until she was freed by two brothers on an adventure, even if it was by accident. She was looking forward to her return to the human world as a proper princess, so how come she has to turn around and rescue her own champion? Who ever heard of such a thing? Although she wanted to leave the faerie realm behind, it turns out that the decidedly un-princesslike tricks she learned there might be the only thing that can save him…

Bard who longed for a life of careless freedom…

…so maybe they shouldn't have put him in charge of anything requiring responsibility. The silver tongue that brought endless entertainment to those he holds dear brought an equally endless amount of trouble. Although he did his best, his irrepressible nature and carefree personality led them farther and farther astray, until he finds himself cursed with even more freedom than he could have ever possibly desired. He never knew freedom could be such a burden! If something isn't done, he might never be able to return to the real world again. But at least his friends are more responsible than he is, right…?

The Rose and the Egret is a story consisting of four interwoven fairytales as a group of young people try their best to save themselves and each other in a world ruled by magic and curses.

Tagging the people who are usually on my list~

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#writeblr #writing #WIP Intro #The Rose and the Egret #if there's one thing I love #it's writing original fairy tales~

[kaneda18]

Egrets

Wandering moth provides a gentle reminder. Put the papers away. Stifle the light. Need to cobble together enough rest Be a shame to miss the egret’s morning flight. ||| 流れる蛾こと優しい念押しを上げています。 種類を片付けて光を消える。 休み 鷺の朝の飛行 ||| Written back in December 2020. I tried to translate it to Japanese. I don’t know how it went. Artwork found here.

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#Blog #Blogging #Egret #Moth #Night #Paper #Poem #Poems #Rest #Sleep #Write #Writing

[bloodredx]

Canticle 24

The Twin gods were known not only for their single eyes, but the incredible feathers on their backs, spreading into wings much more akin to that of birds than that of moths or butterflies like their Divine parent. And so each found many birds clamoring to follow, despite their relative fear at these new comers and their promises. The wings of birds were mighty, but they paled in comparison to the feathers of these gods. But once the most outlandish of the gawkers came and left, seeing the new Shrines and taking flight to return back to their own plans when curiosity was satisfied, only a few remained. Those with wings as dark and light as the gods themselves, finding that kinship to be strong.

Owl bowed politely to the Beginning, speaking for those smaller than it, the bright Dove and Egret who could not stop their staring. “Dearest goddess, it must be said that the plumage held is great. What secrets to such string wings are kept inside, that we might benefit from the lesson?”

“Is that so?” The Beginning asked, not paying much mind to the creatures.

Raven stepped up as well, seeing Vulture and Crow not as inclined to face the End, their black feathers nearing charcoal to the depths of the god’s. “Yes, yes, dear god, what might we do to increase our own fortunes to the matter? For all that remain are smarter than the birds that left.”

The End seemed amused by such a claim, though their sibling did not respond. “Oh, and wits alone grants thee right to the secrets contained?”

“No, we would never be so bold.” Owl waved a wing towards Raven in hopes to silence them. “It is merely we suspect more than what was spoken earlier, and should like to know the truth. This ceasing of breath, the end of body. It is to affect all of us, correct?”

Looking toward the Beginning, the End sought some sort of response. Though none witnessing could understand the silent conversation. “Could it be that these creatures so wish to know their own place?” The Beginning whispered.

“To attempt to bargain against the tides of fate.” The End answered. “To steal feathers and run, speaking the words to all others before these forms can properly act.”

“To force one to act as promises would be broken.”

“Unfair.”

“Cruel.”

Though where the Beginning was silent, some sense of anger leeching over her face, the End merely laughed. For this was the first joke he was ever told, that these birds might be enough together to try to trick or pinion the gods’ own wings. “Oh little fledglings,” The End laughed more, sparks floating freely through the air as he stepped closer. “There may be some notion of higher intelligence, but no wisdom to filter the wit!”

“Truly,” The Beginning looked forward, disinterested in the scene, but nonetheless complying with the mood of her brother. “How deeply do these creatures wish to know the secret of wings?”

The End’s emerald eye gleamed brightly. “Enough to risk their place for it. To think that these forms cannot peer inside and read the secrets of the heart, mind, soul.”

“That is the task granted.” The Beginning nodded slowly.

“We mean not offend!” Owl flipped up their feathers, asking for any forgiveness at the slight, for they had not considered that.

“And yet thee has.” The End smiled.

Raven watched the others as they each bargained their cases, asking forgiveness and sentiments for what they knew not. It was something to think that these gods were fools. And in that mark they were in fact the fools. But despite the charged atmosphere, the desperation to avoid punishment by their companions, the black bird did not sense malevolence from these Twins. In fact, more a kinship to that darkness the End offered, and struck their call out into the conflict. For they had just figured out what these gods aimed to do on the morning’s light.

“I’ll do it.” Raven shrieked, flapping and sending their body before the End, but never breaking eye contact. “I will, at your every Divine command, collect that which you require of me. I know what is to be done, dear gods, and I see no point in fighting. If we are doomed, so be it. But I at least want to be the one to go out with you on the same plane.”

This brought the Twin gods to pause, a sudden outburst neither had seen beforehand. And the End loved it, picking up raven between great arms and delicately sorting through their feathers as if they were his own. “Oh pitiful thing, too smart and determined to know the promise offered.”

The Beginning looked upon the others, sapphire eye shimmering intensely. “Would the rest stand alongside this one? Or would thee await the morning and find out?”

Each quickly fell in line, sorting their various promises, though they had not quite figured the truth that Raven had. Owl suspected, but seeing the other options, declined to risk it at all. “Of course. Dear goddess, what you need is the command I shall complete.”

So too did Dove, Vulture, Egret, and Crow. Each following Raven’s cast being taken up by the Twins to hear the secrets come the next morning. And none could speak to it. For the End was determined to complete this era, and the Beginning was set to start the next one. For this reason, we rejoice the presence of those white birds, seeing them come through and bring the promises of something new, the start of something better. On the same token, we hold caution at seeing the black birds, each one of them following through the crude task of their destructive master. Though through Raven’s wit we are reminded that it could be much worse.

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[paperngrace4recovery]

Another excerpt from my poem, Waiting. Now I’m waiting for the neuro-exhaustion to pass. Usually lasts 2 days after I do something new. #solitude #reflection #meditation #patience #waiting #braintumorsurvivorstories #transcendence #birds #egret #birdphotography #wetlands #wildlifephotography #wildlife #wildlifeart #lovelife #heal #joy #instapoetry #instapoem #writing #poem #poetry #instagood #daily #dailyaffirmations (at Bolsa Chica Wetlands Wildlife Reserve) https://www.instagram.com/p/Chunx4LuY4u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#solitude #reflection #meditation #patience #waiting #braintumorsurvivorstories #transcendence #birds #egret #birdphotography #wetlands #wildlifephotography #wildlife #wildlifeart #lovelife #heal #joy #instapoetry #instapoem #writing #poem #poetry #instagood #daily #dailyaffirmations

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Bird Symbolism in the Fukufuku Breakup Scene

Ok silly title aside, I need to write this up quickly because the addition of these birds to the anime in this scene made me insane I think.

[ID: A screenshot from Bungou Stray Dogs Season 5 Episode 9. Two long-legged water birds, the left a smaller white bird, and the right a larger grey, stand knee-deep in the water. The colours are bright - the water is a bright crystal blue and pink cherry blossom petals have fallen on its surface. The green of the grass on the opposite bank can be seen in the background. End ID.]

The gray bird flies onto the scene as Fukuchi starts his conversation with Fukuzawa. They speak as friends. But then the conversation turns to the war, and Fukuchi's growing rank and reputation. The gray bird flies off, alone.

Seems pretty obvious. Two birds. One flies away. I could quote the Regina Spektor song for pain if you want.

But I wanted to dig into it because, well, firstly because I made a mistake. I thought, when I glanced at them on my first watch, that these were cranes and lost my actual mind, but on looking at them again, they aren't... but the symbolism became even more intriguing.

The white bird looks to be a Little Egret, and the grey a Grey Heron. I have pictures here so you can see I'm not just making things up.

[ID: Two pictures of real birds, one a Little Egret, and the other a Grey Heron. End ID.]

Both herons and egrets are symbols of grace and dignity. This is suitable for both characters, who are well-respected for their skill and are considered honourable men. Egrets in particular are considered messengers, which may be reminiscent of Fukuzawa's "middle man" type position at this point, not a member of any particular organization, while herons are said to be able to move across three elements, which makes them powerful symbols of divinity, reminding me of Mirror Lion and its capacity to amplify any weapon's power, or perhaps his overblown-heroic reputation. Overall, the birds have fairly similar meanings, grouped as auspicious birds (together with cranes), and are symbols of longevity, especially when paired (being monogamous pair-bonding species - at least seasonally).

But there is a significant difference between the symbolism of the two birds.

The egret is also a symbol of solitude. The heron, a symbol of duty.

So when the heron looks to the egret, it is looking for a partner to join it in its duty it must fulfill. The egret, however, is a solitary creature by nature, and must refuse. The pairing isn't just broken in this scene - the birds were never compatible in the first place. What the heron requires is not something the egret can give. They go their own separate paths to handle things in the way they do best - the heron leaves to somewhere far away to carry out its duty to its comrades, while the egret, independent of this duty, attempts to end the same fight in its own way, alone. And yet... as the heron flies away, the egret still turns its head to watch it leave.

In this sense, also, the longevity symbolism is broken too. To have one of these birds fly off and leave the other one - something that should've been long-lasting, this partnership, is cut short, ended abruptly.

...Which brings me to the cherry blossoms. They're everywhere in this scene, and I'm pretty sure we all know they are symbols of the transience of life, etc. The tree that separates the two in the scene, the petal being cut in half - cherry blossoms are not only symbols of transience, but also of the importance of treasuring such fleeting moments. Here, these moments are shattered. Their time is at an end.

When Fukuchi and Fukuzawa meet again, they will be forever changed by the events that occurred during their separation.

It's just a really nice adaptation of the scene.

#storyrambles #season 5 really said old man yaoi rights huh? #this doesn't even really get into their differing thoughts on the war. don't consider this a complete look at the scene as a whole ok? #bsd #bsd season 5 #bsd fukuchi #bsd fukuzawa #bsd meta #call me ace detective the way i am ace. and also a detective. #fukufuku #<-ykw yeah sure why not

[kit-williams]

I think Leman, Horus, Lorgar and Emps would be terrifying yanderes.

They all are terrifying Yanderes and like the others I'll point out why!

Yandere Leman! He's cunning! He plays the roll of the idiot brutish barbarian king who rather you all think he is something that he isn't. So either he can start the relationship off between him and his darling with deception just playing the fool while he is pulling strings in the background (I mean he's also a strong psyker in his own right as well). He's probably also less squimish in using force with his darling. He snarl and snap his jaws at her to get her to obey... to herd her where he wants her to go. I also see him being very reward based... he's going to train his darling on how to behave.

Yandere Horus! Oh he's the ultimate honeytrap! He'll lure you in with sweet charming words and his charisma... the darling might not notice anything is wrong as he bottles up his obsessive nature... he stores it all inside how paranoid he feels when other men look at you with lustful jealous gazes... how easily he could butcher an entire room of mortals for you! And once he starts falling to Chaos... he starts to say the silent part out loud.

Yandere Lorgar! @moodymisty has literally the best Lorgar piece and I can't see this man just not absolutely worshiping his darling. Loving every crevice of her and part of her just was basically made for him to love. Oh this man will croon and go on about how you two are clearly soulmates and it's meant to be... even if he's telling you this while tears are running down your face after he's taken you after slaughtering your family. You just were trying to broker peace but you aren't in charge of anything... the imperium's mercy can extend to your planet through you and Lorgar's favor through you as well. He'll happily kiss those tears away!

You know something like that for Lorgar.

Yandere Emperor! I have said my piece several times on why this man terrifies me. He is the ultimate yandere. You either change for him or he will change you. You might not even realize what is happening because of just his psychic might just changing the way you think and act perhaps becoming something completely unrecognizable to who you were? But as with how I've been writing the 40k yandere's we're saying they're in love with who their darling is already. Few delusions of how you'll act because they're all super smart and probably have been stalking you so they already know how you'll be. For the emps... he just has to look at you... tug a thread of you floating around in the inmaterium to know everything about you and I'm certain if a man like him finds someone that he likes he follows the thread.

He literally could be living a double life all the while being a warlord... his darling completely unaware that the poet (or really anything) she is seeing is in fact just some psychic manifestation of him or something (shit also apply this to 40k emps with the star children or his souls/other obscure lore) but just the fact he can be whatever he wants... he's the perfect bait to lure his darling in. He's someone who knows how to play a role to get what he wants and perhaps that role lasts until he ensnares them or until they die... its up to him how long he wants to pay a game.

I have a lot of thoughts about the emps...

Weirdos who like to hear my thoughts: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon & @sculptorofcrimson because I said yandere emps

#warhammer 40k #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere space marine #yandere primarch #yandere emperor #yandere leman #yandere horus #yandere lorgar

[egret-orchids]

i thought you'd be better than this | pjsk fantasy au oneshot

^inspiration art by @/gamurin although i did crop the image to make it more header-y

word count: 657

cw: blood, fighting, injury

Mafuyu skids to a halt, boots sliding across the marble of the derelict throne room’s floor. They narrow their eyes, frowning as they wipe the trickle of steadily drying blood from their broken nose off of their face. They growl under their breath, lifting their sword in front of their face, ready to block the next attack, ignoring the twinge of pain from their broken rib; they'd been slammed into the wall early on in the fight. “Must you really push yourself so hard, General?” the sorcerer mocks from somewhere above; he’s likely standing on the balcony overlooking the main court, yet Mafuyu can’t see him. The bastard’s masking the noise of his movement with muffling spells.

They leap to the right as a blast of crimson light slams into the floor where they were just standing. They force a cruel laugh. “You ought to focus on your attacks, not stealth. That’s your problem- you waste energy on masking your sound, yet it drains you, doesn’t it?” they say, almost as if they’re simply discussing the weather, not sparring for some probably fictitious title that would take them from mere soldiers to the honour that the top ranking possible for the Imperial Soldiers bestowed. Or Rui thinks that's what they're sparring over. Mafuyu’s half-brother is a fool. Stubborn and extremely powerful, yes, but an illogical fool who would achieve his goals rather than making sure his health doesn’t suffer any more than it already is. Has he not noticed the Yoisaki emblem embroidered on their uniform? It was a recent thing, but...

Rui doesn't reply, simply reappearing in front of Mafuyu and shoving them onto the ground. They glare up at him as he places one of his feet of their dominant arm and presses his weight onto it, rendering both that arm and their sword useless until he moves. "I always knew you were weak, brother," Rui croons, a devilish smirk on his face, golden-brown eyes alight with mirth, "but never this weak. You're stronger than me, skilled with both magic and the art of the sword, yet I can easily overpower you with a simple attack. Strange, isn't it? I thought you'd be better than this."

Mafuyu scoffs. "I'm not weak. You've done something to your power, haven't you? Amplified it." they reply quietly. Rui's magic, when visible, always gave off a violet glow. Only the Emperor's mages' spells were crimson, and that was through the dark magic they were permitted to use. Sorcerers like Rui aren't physically strong or mentally stable enough to- using it could be deadly. Rui opens his mouth to reply, only to stagger backwards as harsh coughs wrack his body. Mafuyu jumps up, but doesn't attack at first. But then instinct takes over when Rui stops, a thin line of blood trickling from his lips. They take the opportunity to press their sword against his throat, cutting deep. Rui freezes, before grinning and summoning an orb of that deadly crimson light. "Really going to kill me, brother?" he mocks. Mafuyu doesn't reply, ignoring the lump in their throat. Slowly, they pull their sword away, ignoring the tug of disgust in the stomach when they take in the slit along Rui's throat. They swallow, sheathing their sword. "No. I'm meant to teach you a lesson, Rui. I'm not on your side." they mutter.

Rui stops, the crimson orb fading. His eyes shift to Mafuyu's uniform, widening in recognition when he sees the carnation emblem of the Yoisaki kingdom, mumbling a soft "Oh..." before finally stumbling away, face pale. Mafuyu turns on their heel, rushing away.

They are already out of the throne room when Rui Kamishiro, sorcerer for the Emperor, best of his year, famed across the entire empire for being damn-near invincible, collapses to the floor.

Pity they don't notice the gunslinger and his shy assistant sneaking into the room, the greenish glow of a healing spell on his fingertips.

#egret.txt #egret's writing #i think angsty half siblings works better than toxic yaoi mafurui. at least in this au. #also i love the idea of magical corruption (in a sense) and rui is easy to torment so. #fun fact: in this au saki's illness is due to her & tsukasas mother using dark magic to save a then-toddler tsukasa before saki was born #which in turn basically cursed saki from birth. oops. #pjsk #prsk #pjsk fantasy au #prosekai #proseka #pjsekai #hatsune miku colorful stage #project sekai colorful stage #project sekai #puroseka #colorful stage #mafuyu asahina #pjsk mafuyu #25ji mafuyu #niigo mafuyu #mafuyu project sekai #mafuyu pjsk #asahina mafuyu #rui kamishiro #rui project sekai #rui pjsk #rui pjsekai #wxs rui #kamishiro rui

[cringyperson]

I’m so sorry if Swad seems wonky. Also I was too lazy to write a watermark so it’s typed out large this time. They are sitting on a sunflower and egret orchid cuz I had no ideas and was on the verge of artblock though I thankfully got all of my motivation back

#swapdream #utmv #art #dreamtale au #undertale au #swap dreamtale #my art #swan sd #swad sd

[barn-anon]

Just imagine on the night of your 5th husband’s funeral, you’re in your bedroom playing the role of the grieving widow when your space marine comes in. He’s purring, in his hands a jewellery box containing a necklace your late husband never got to gift you.

He helped picked it for you, of course he did. He knows you better than any of your late husbands. Eyes watch as you put it on, deep rumbles as his hands grip the short sleeves of your dress. Pulling them down.

He’s worked hard for this latest one, shouldn’t you reward him?

He’s gentle, gentler than your late husband by far. Of course he is, he knows that you’re sensitive, that you deserve only the most tender and gentle of touches. Hot kisses along your skin, not once does he bite down even though he wishes more than anything to leave some sort of visible claim on you.

It wouldn’t be right for you to be seen with lovebites all over your neck so soon after your late husband’s untimely death. He knows the rules. Though you? You dig your manicured nails into his back and rake them down, leaving red lines. He purrs, if he can’t leave his mark, you at least can leave yours.

Large calloused hands touch your soft skin, trailing down your arm as he pulls the sleeves down, unravelling his prize. Oh? Nothing under? He growls, pleased. Imagine what your late husband's family would've thought if they knew.

Picked up, you wrap your legs around his waist the best you can given how much bigger he is. A hand grip tightly on your upper thigh and one on your butt. Something cold is suddenly pressed up against your back. You realize he has you up against the window and he's quick to stop your protests with a hard kiss.

It has been 2 agonizing years of watching you getting courted and eventually wed that useless man. 1 year of having to listen to you fake your pleasure when that worthless man tries to grow his family. The original plan was 5 years but fuck that, he cannot bear to listen to that good for nothing man prattle on about how lucky he is to have such a youthful and beautiful wife.

Gasping when large fingers brush against your folds, checking if you're ready for him. Of course you are. You whimper and dig your nails into his arms, leaving crescent indents on his skin, unable to control yourself. One finger, then two. You bite your lip, trying desperately to stifle your sounds.

Your husband may be dead but the household staff are not.

Your Space Marine smirks in the dim light and his fingers withdraw from your wet heat. Replaced by something larger. He leans in, capturing your lips and muffling your moans when he sheathes himself within your tight heat. His human, his perfect jewel. All his to claim.

Tagged: @kit-williams • @egrets-not-regrets • @bleedingichorhearts

This is entirely Kit’s idea and depending on how the poll goes, it may or may not be considered canon. Also first time writing this kind of stuff so <.<

#black widow #space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #uh #smut-ish?

[bleedingichorhearts]

Imagine trying to survive having that train of four absolute studs run on you.

That is to say, I think you'd need major aftercare after a gray knight and three alpha legion.

𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕬𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: You, you are something else. This my first attempt writing with multiple characters at once, let’s see how this goes. No official name for the warband/group yet.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Having one on you was one thing, having four was another.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: Idk, I just write, lol.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 for/of yourself. Has not been proofread.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Filthy, Cursing.

Walking along the dirt trail, the smell of wet pine and dirt evaded my senses. Calming my tense nerves of today.

Everything seemed different today. Not just because of the dark clouds rolling in, but because of how different the Astarte's looked to be. They were more... uptight, cranky even if I wasn't around, it confused me. It wasn't like them for them to be so, abrasive.

Whatever they were conflicting about had got me on edge because I did not want to see another house torn down again, but who's to say something to an almost 7-foot tall, armored Astartes, who can possibly throw you more than 100 yards? No one really, well... maybe a mother or a crackhead.

Nevertheless, I didn't want to be there if a full out brawl happened at the house. I didn't want to be caught in the middle of it. So, I've managed to sneak pass their senses while they were too busy sizing each other up or at least, I thought I did.

Hydra wasn't even paying attention to the argument at hand. He was more focused on someone far more interesting than this petty argument. Someone who is trying to slip under their radar, undetected. This was his chance.

He moved forward, sneaking away from the warband, leaving his brethren to the Knight where he went to the tree line their little serpent disappeared to. Her scent clinging to the flora there, his instincts going haywire.

He didn’t hesitate to pursued her scent quickly with his mind yelling at him. Knowing if those dark clouds rolled in, they would cover her scent and he'll have to wait for it to pass and that's something he's not fond of.

The trees moved with the wind that came with the dark clouds. Tiny rain drops falling from the darkened sky, hitting my coat. The smell of the rain enhancing the smell of pine, it made the area feel nostalgic.

It was cold, but it felt nice to be away from the Astartes for a while, even in this weather. It might have not been a good idea, but you take what you can right? Since when was the last time, I had time by myself without the eyes of the Astartes?

Stopping underneath a tree, I looked up to the sky. Watching how the dark clouds moved slowly above, yet the branches were quick like the rain drops that hit my face. It wasn't pouring just yet, but it will be very soon as a rumbled shook within the clouds.

Snap!

I crouched down at the unexpected noise, barely feeling a gauntlet of an Astartes that touched the collar of my coat. My heart jumping in my chest at the suddenness.

The wind whipped in my ears when I turned to look at the Astartes. His form crouching and angry looking. His red visor glowing perfectly against the darkening sky. The rain becoming more quicker and harsher than it was.

My heart thumped in my ears louder than the thunder. Thoughts racing on my predicament. Were they angry at me for leaving them? Did they have pent up anger? What made them seem so angry?

Though, I was glad that I had a few run ins with Solor to be able to evade at least some of the basic moves they had, but this was an Alpha Legion, they had all sorts of tricks up their sleeves. They were unpredictable.

He rushed forward and I took off, not wasting any time to avoid the Astartes. Knowing just how fast they could be by personal experience.

I didn't know who it was chasing me. It could be any of the Hydras, but the sky had gotten darker with each minute, with each breath. It was getting harder to see, to identify who exactly it was. Which, in some way makes it thrilling.

There was something about it. Having an Astartes chasing you down within the forest while you know they are much bigger, better, and faster than you. That Astartes can track you down like no other human can. It brought a fluttery feeling to my stomach as I thought about it.

The sky rumbled as I took a sudden sharp turn. My body heating up despite the rain pelting down on me. I heard the Astartes behind me running into the tree for how fast they were. A loud snap echoed off through the sound of the rain. A low growl left their helmet, not expecting that move.

Zigzagging between the trees, slowing him down when he got too close for my nerves. I made sure to keep low to the ground. The soaked flora around me whipping against my own wet face.

Barely hearing a frustrated growl, I spotted a building up head through the heavy rain. It’s blocky shadow lit up from the streetlights just outside of it. Thinking if I made it there, I could get a moment of rest before going off again.

Heading for the building. I nearly made it, but slipped on the muddy ground as the Astartes gauntlets picked me up by the waist. Making me realize just how close he really was. I wouldn’t even have to time to rest there.

His body turned to take the impacting into the building, breaking the wall open. Both of us landing onto the ground with a loud crash. Some sparks going off between armor and cement.

Dazed, and breathless. I needed a moment to recover from the run while the blue Astartes switched spots. His armored form now hovering above me as I turned my body around, ready to crawl my way out from underneath the Alpha Legion.

A hiss sounded off, then multiple clunks of an object bounced off to my side. Looking over, it was the Astartes helmet.

“Hydra?” I questioned the Astartes behind me. Unsure if it was the right Legionnaire. His arms wrapping around my form and dragging me back flush underneath him. Body curling over mine just to whine into my shoulder.

Confusion wrapped my mind as I thought the Astartes were mad at me. They were staying far away from one another hissing, arguing in their own language. Sometimes trying to start fights with one another.

Another clunk sounded off. A gauntlet sliding down my waist before resting just above my core. A sudden heat, twitching beneath me.

Oh?

Oh.

The realization struck me, my stomach doing flips while I clenched around nothing. His gauntlet taking a part of my pants and ripping it off with ease. A pleased purr leaving him as he slowly dragged himself lower and lower.

“Wait, wait, I don’t think I can-” I gasped and clenched my teeth. A whine leaving me as I tried to move away from the painful stretch of him, but his arm; that wrapping around me kept me in place. A warm coo tickling my ear.

He would have eaten her out first. To taste what sweets she had to give, but she smelled so good. Her arousal and scent clouding his heightened senses strongly, getting him dazed off of her.

He wanted to push in more, but he knows just how small their little serpent is. Her walls already fluttering around him, gripping at him like a vice, making him groan.

He curled up as much as he could around his little serpent. His head nuzzling into her face, as his hips grinded down into her tight walls. Another whimper leaving her.

“Hydra.” She called his name. Her body quivering beneath him. Her hand coming forward to grab onto his gauntlet that held him above from crushing her. Pushing her body backwards in him, and just like that, he was a goner.

He rutted up into her, a cry leaving her as she clutched onto his gauntlet. Her walls clenching around him while he snarled out. Desperate to give her what she wanted. Desperate to breed her.

His other arm; still wrapped around her, kept her in place as his pace got faster, and faster. He could feel the bulge he created from just being inside of her. He could feel her submitting to him with each thrust, her body tensing up.

That’s it, little serpent. Cum for me.

She cried out underneath him, clawing at anything she can get a grip on. His armored chest rumbling against her back with his own moan. His teeth nibbling on her shoulder.

He felt her twitch beneath him as his seed stained her walls. His hips slowly gridding into her for a more hopeful effect. Slowly working himself up to pull another one.

“Little serpent?” The voice of Asclepius called out. Hydra snarling out until he realized it was just his brethren. Hips still grinding as he chittered to his brother. Telling him just how yielding their little serpent was being. They could have done this a long time ago.

“Brother, give her sometime to recover.” Asclepius reminded his brother. A whine coming out of him, then a chuff. “She won’t be able to.”

A whine left me as I felt Hydra move, feeling suddenly empty before I was gently pushed over on my back. The cold ground sending a shiver up my heated skin.

“There you are, Little serpent.” Asclepius purred. His armored form keeling down between my legs. His gauntlet slowly dragging against my thighs, slowly tearing off the rest of my clothes.

“A-Asclepius?” I called out. Confused on when he got here or maybe he was watching?

“Yes, little serpent? Think you can take another?” He asked, picking up my leg and throwing it over his shoulder. A groan coming out of his mouth as he exhaled. The scent of her driving him crazy. “Oh, I think you can, little serpent. You smell so good.”

He gave a singular lick to her thigh, tasting her, and hydras arousal on the inside of her thighs. Her cute little whimpers making him all to eager she shove her down on him as well while he lined himself up and slowly pushed himself in. The length of him brushing up in all the right places in side of her gummy walls.

“Hydra.” She called out to the Astartes in front of him, reaching out for his brother. Not bothering to acknowledge that he was pleasuring himself with his own hand as he came forward, kneeling in front of her.

She grabbed ahold of his armor, and tugged his form closer. A high pitched moan coming from her as she tensed up. Shuting herself up by giving Hydra a sloppy kiss. A rumbling purr going through him.

"Already? Come on my litter serpent, you can give me one more, please?" He groaned and begged. His form leaning over hers. His teeth nibbling on her neck as she moaned into Hydras’ mouth.

“I-I don’t kno-” She tried to speak, but got shushed by Hydra. His skillful tounge, and his thrusting inside of her not helping her thinking process at all.

“Come on, little serpent.” He said, his pace picking up at the thought of climaxing with her to ensure probability. His gauntlet squeezing her thigh.

A silent cry fell into Hydras mouth. Hydras seed staining the front side of her body while his recoated inside of her. His hips gridding into her just like Hydra did.

Nearly plopping to the ground, if it weren’t for Hydra to catch me. My legs were numb, and started to get sore as he lifted me up bridal style in his arms, and placed me on a nearby surface. Soft purring coming from both the hydras before it was replaced by a much deeper rumble.

“I believe, it is my turn then?” They asked. The two hydras backing off slightly, growling out in dissatisfaction.

“It’s only…fair.” Asclepius responded. A deep hum coming from the voice who I barely recognized as Solor.

"Oh, little maiden." He purred out. His gauntlets settling on my hips, practically covering them. “How far did you think you could go?”

I whined. Sh*t, f*ck. I don’t think I can handle him.

“No matter, I’ll always find you.” He cooed, taking off his codpiece. Lining himself up.

"You smell like them. I don't like that." He stated, getting some disapproving growls. "Let's change that, little maiden."

Her back arched up in shock. Mouth dropping open in a silent cry. Legs desperately trying to close around him in attempt to push him away.

Solor growled out, pushing himself in more. Winding her to the surface. Tears staining her cheeks as she managed to let out a whimper.

Solor cursed in his language. Thrusting deep, and hard inside of her. Each one giving her stars in her eyes.

“S-Solor, please.” She begged, receiving an angered growl in return.

“Who are you, to run from me?” He snarled. His hips snapping up, getting a loud cry. “To run off like that?”

Her body shook around him. Another cry coming from her mouth as her body twitched around him. Her vision fading black as worried coos echoing out around her.

“Yes, they we go my little maiden.”

-

Waking back up was not pleasant. Everything hurt. A single move I’ve made against the soft blankets of the bed made me ache. A pitiful whine leaving me.

Gentle hands pulled me into a chest. A chuff of hot breath on top of my head as deep purrs soothed my pulsing brain. His hands dragging up and down my numbed out legs.

Trying my best to return the much more soft gesture. I could only nuzzle myself underneath Leviathans chin; recognizing him from his longing purrs alone.

I whined at him feeling him gently as he could slid himself inside of me. His girth giving me a stretch, but his deep purrs were soothing.

"Please, be gentle." I whined at him, getting a soft coo in response. His hips slowly thrusting into mine. Soft moans heating up his neck while I nibbled a little. Earning a teasing, but slow thrust.

I softly called his name, feeling that build up once again. Arms trying to wrap around the giant in front of me in order to stabilize myself as I approached my high. Feeling how his seed filled me.

We didn’t move from one another. Simply basking in the afterglow the session had provided. His hands gently tracing all around my body. Avoiding specific areas that were bruised until eventually I feel back asleep.

-

Aftercare was a completely different session.

Leviathan took me to the bathroom. His arms settling me down softly into the bubble bath with him sliding right behind me. His purrs creating vibrations through it making me laugh at it. His head nuzzling the top of my head.

Asclepius took care of me afterwards, bandaging anything up they might have caused last night. Providing kisses here and there to sooth my pain when in reality he felt bad for causing such damage.

Hydra provided some food and water. Making sure I ate after the heavy sessions, but luckily enough he didn’t provide raw meat either.

Last was Solor. He came in at the end of the day. Slowly coming in through the bedroom door before crawling onto the bed. His forehead touching mine in a silent apology before he completely laid his head down on my chest, nuzzling into it. My hands slowly threading through his hair.

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[blitzyn]

don't worry

gray raven x gn!reader

request: can i request a found family comfort for the grey raven trio where reader/their newly assigned commandant is practically a kid—basically regarded as a 'prodigy' (not really reader was just raised specifically to be a commandant). at first reader seems almost disturbingly professional & rational to a fault, but then one day before a mission they found reader crying because reader was afraid & they were like. "nah man we're giving you a happy childhood" and discovers reader has horrible self-esteem issues. constantly blame themselves for stuff going wrong sometimes even if it clearly wasn't their fault. BASICALLY GREY RAVEN TRIO AS READER'S OLDER SIBLING FIGURES, TAKES CARE OF THEM, HELP THEM THROUGH THEIR ISSUES & TRY TO MAKE HAPPY MEMORIES W THE READER. ty & sorry for the long req oml 😭 — ⚖️

a/n -> YES ABSOLUTELY. Oh my god I’ve been aching and itching and desperate to write something for pgr after hyperreal came out on global I LOVE YOU. Slight spoilers about about the battle in kowloong but my memory of its kinda fuzzy sorry. also this is pre empyrea and hyperreal. NEWAYS darker fics coming up soon dw whoever sees this

wc -> 2.3k

cw -> a bit of self doubt from reader but nothing too heavy

Nearly everyone in Babylonia knew that you were, unarguably, one of the best commandants of their time. You were rational, effective, strong, and intelligent—everything needed in a leader. At a very early age, you could even be considered on par with the Egret commandant, Vanessa.

It was like a breath of fresh air for Lee, Liv, and Lucia, too. Their previous commandant had been one incompetent mess, to put it kindly. They were hardly able to submit their paperwork on time and often made one too many mistakes down on the surface, which inevitably led to their discharge.

You, however, were better in so many ways. You could keep up with the stacks of paper (which, honestly, the three thought was a bit much for a human), maintain a rational mind under pressure, and even utilize the potential they had during battle. Their growth had been evident to them and to many others, which is why when Liv hears you sobbing in your office, she isn’t sure what to do.

She’s well versed in the many different ways to console a crying child given her previous profession as a nurse, but she wasn’t sure how to apply her abilities to you. She readjusts her audio module after having increased it when she heard the faintest sound of a cry, quietly making her way towards the door that led to your office. She stopped in front it, a frown making its way on her face. She wasn’t sure how to handle this, but she knew she had to try.

“Commandant?” She softly knocked on the firm wooden door, listening intently to the sudden gasp that came from your lips and the urgent rustling of paper. “Are you okay?”

There was a pause, likely to recollect yourself and steel your voice. “Yes, Liv.” But she could hear it all—the shakiness, the faint sniffle, your raw voice. Although, there was one that deeply concerned her. She could hear the fear in your tone. Fear of what? She had only ever known you to be strong and brave; though, everyone had their breaking point.

She pursed her lips, tracing mindless patterns on the door before gathering the courage to speak again. “May I come inside? I would appreciate it if… if you could tell me why you’re so upset.”

“I’m not upset,” you countered quickly, even when you knew it wasn’t convincing for either of you.

“Please, commandant…” she pleaded, furrowing her eyebrows worriedly. She wasn’t about to leave you here when she knows she can do something about your tears. “I know you may not be comfortable sharing how you feel, but I would like you to trust me when I say that bottling up your emotions will only serve to hurt you. I know this, now. You taught me the importance of trusting one another, so, please, commandant. Can you trust me?”

There was a moment of silence before you shuffled over to open the door. Your eyes were rimmed red and you kept sniffling every so often, but Liv didn’t watch you with pity nor disdain. Her expression was free of judgement, and you seemed to recognize it when you relaxed the slightest bit.

“If you’re comfortable, could you tell me what’s bothering you?” She questioned softly, watching out for any signs of discomfort.

You pursed your lips, absentmindedly tapping a tune on the doorframe. It wasn’t that you wanted to shut your teammates out, you just couldn’t help but believe that you weren’t allowed to talk about your emotions ever since you began training to become a commandant when you were young. That was one of the main things your parents drilled into you: leading an elite squad had no time for how you felt.

So, you could only offer Liv a noncommittal shrug, slightly surprising her. She’s always known you to be decisive and often strayed away from gestures like that.

“It’s… what if… I’m just worried about tomorrow,” you finally admitted, averting your gaze. You fidgeted a little under your construct’s gaze, even if it was comforting. “What if something goes wrong, and I can’t do anything to fix it? Like… like last time, when Lucia had to switch to her Plume frame after Kowloong.”

A look of understanding crossed Liv’s face. You were afraid of not being enough. Of thinking that you could’ve done something better. She knew she was like that, and so was everyone else, most likely.

“I understand,” she said, noticing the way you perked up at her words. “I also have had countless experiences thinking that I could’ve done more, or that I should’ve done something different. But I would like you to acknowledge that what Lucia did in Kowloong was not your fault. She did what she had to as a soldier and our captain.”

You shook your head, looking down at your gloved hand. Underneath the fabric rests a scar that cuts horizontally along your palm. “But you’re a construct, Liv. It’s easy to say that since you’re so much stronger than I am. What if I’m just weak? What if you and the others are just slowing down to match my pace?”

Liv furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to retort when another voice beat her to it.

“We were humans, too, you know,” the voice said, and instantly you recognized it to be Lee’s. The two of you watched as he and Lucia made their way in the lounge.

“Yes, commandant,” Lucia nodded in agreement, quickly finding her place beside Liv.

You cringed a little, suddenly finding all the attention embarrassing. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to figure out what was going on,” Lee replied nonchalantly, but with the way he always bore a flat expression, it was hard to tell if he was secretly scrutinizing you or not. “There’s nothing to worry about tomorrow. It’s just standard procedure.”

You frowned at his words, beginning to wonder if you were just overthinking it all again. Lucia seemed to notice as she watched you closely. Nothing seemed to go past her eyes. “Is there something else that’s bothering you, commandant?”

“I’m just worried, I guess,” you tried to shrug it off, fighting off the growing urge to fidget. There was a beat of silence before Lucia spoke up with an eager smile on her face.

"Then, why don't we go out for a while?" She suggested, taking a peek over your shoulder towards the pile of paperwork still stationed on your desk. "It's been a while since all four of us got to hang out together."

"Yes, that's a great idea," Liv visibly brightened, glancing at her friend before returning her gaze back to you. "What do you say, commandant?"

This was the first time in a while you were unable to produce a decision on the spot. But as your eyes flitted onto the expectant expressions of your companions (minus Lee, of course), you could feel yourself gradually being swayed by Lucia's words.

"Uh... Sure. We can go out for a while," you finally relented, earning bright smiles from the two girls before they led you out of the Gray Raven lounge and through the winding corridors that led outside the building. You noticed a few lingering gazes upon you when you walked past, pursing your lips when you saw theirs move in unintelligible whispers.

"They're jealous of how you're younger than them but capable of achieving more," Lee suddenly said from beside you, not bothering to bat an eye when you looked at him. You opened your mouth to reply when he ultimately beat you to it. "No, I'm not saying it just because."

You nodded slowly, unable to fight the faint smile creeping on your face. It made you feel a foreign yet welcoming warmth knowing that he wasn't normally the type to do such a thing like raise his audio modules just to eavesdrop, and yet he did it anyway. He quickly noticed your smile as a blush colored his pale cheeks pink, so you mercifully looked away before he could start complaining about his heat dispersal system "malfunctioning" again.

You winced when you finally made your way out of the building, the artificial lights mimicking daytime on Earth briefly blinding you. You don't remember the last time you went outside just for a leisurely stroll, honestly. Sure, you've been out to visit the gun range or when you needed to depart for a mission, but never really taken in the sights since you were young.

"Where should we go first?" Liv questioned, humming a gentle tune as she looked around for something to do. Everything in Babylonia was limited due to its launch as an incomplete colony ship during the Golden Age, so there weren't any things like public aquariums or gardens. Many plants were used for study in laboratories and preservation just in case they could be replanted on Earth again.

"Why don't we get ice cream? I remember seeing a stand not too long ago," Lucia suggested, glancing at her teammates for approval. You felt a little strange going to an ice cream stand as a grown person who trained all their life to be a soldier, but you couldn't resist upon seeing the expectant gazes of your fellow comrades.

"Uh, sure. That sounds nice," you agreed, albeit a little awkwardly.

"Oh, but commandant," Liv began worriedly as she quickly looked you up and down. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary—you appeared just as put together as always. But now that she knows more of you, she can't help but fuss over your well-being. "I don't remember the last time you ate or what it was. Maybe you should eat something first?"

You gave a nonchalant wave of your hand in dismissal, wordlessly urging her to not worry so much. Not that it'd ever work. "It's okay, Liv. I ate today. There's nothing to be concerned about."

She studied you for a moment longer before letting it go with a defeated sigh. But she wasn't genuinely upset now that she was able to see you in a way that didn't involve violence or dire situations. Continuing on, you could see the stand growing closer, noticing a few other people surrounding it. They were mostly children, with only a few parents watching over them.

Suddenly, one of them seemed to recognize who you were and came running in your direction with a wide grin. She was a little girl who couldn't have been older than ten, with messy, brown hair pulled into two droopy pigtails. "You're that person! The hero!" She cheered, nearly barreling straight into your legs. You steadied her with a firm hand, surprised when she abruptly raised her arm to request an autograph.

"Please?! You're so cool going wham! and bang! against all those bad guys on the surface! I wanna be just like you when I grow up!" She spoke so fast it was nearly impossible to keep up, but you made an effort to nod along with her words. "Super awesome and brave!"

"You haven't even..." You trailed off, wondering what she was told to believe that was solely what you did. Sure, there were a lot of Corrupted lingering around that you and your team disposed of, but there were others who did the exact same thing you did. But seeing this girl's excited grin and awestruck eyes stopped you from finishing your sentence. "Thanks, kid. It means a lot knowing that someone like you looks up to me."

You looked around for something to write with when Liv offered you a pen. You took it with a grateful nod before grabbing a spare paper from your pocket, not wanting to anger her parents by writing on her skin. She squealed and waved the paper around like a flag, staring at it like it was the greatest thing in the world. She repeated several thank you's before running off to her parents, leaving you back to your own devices.

You chuckled lightly, watching her before looking back at Liv. Your eyes widened in surprise when you turned a few times as you realized that Lucia and Lee weren't near you.

"Here, commandant!" Lucia said not a moment later, suddenly appearing behind you. She had an ice cream cone in her hand, holding it out to you. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was your favorite flavor. You carefully took it, giving curious glances towards the three.

"Oh, Lee picked out the flavor," Lucia informed, oblivious to the way the man tensed when his name was mentioned. "He noticed you had an interest in flavors similar to it.''

Lee's eyebrows furrowed as his lips dipped downwards into a frown, but there was no mistaking the embarrassed blush coating his cheeks once again. "There's nothing wrong with knowing my commandant's habits for optimal results and future developments."

Liv giggled quietly beneath her hand but decided not to comment on it.

"I hope you like it, commandant," Lucia continued on, eager to know your opinion on the treat.

"He'd be right," you said as you offered her a brief, grateful smile before beginning to eat your ice cream. "And, by the way, you can... you can call me by my name. If you want."

Lucia brightened, walking by your side as you all walked around aimlessly. "[Name]. [Name]! [Name]... [Name]," she repeated in various different tones, trying out how it'd feel to have your name on her tongue.

This time, it was your turn to turn away in embarrassment, futilely trying to hide behind your ice cream. "Don't wear it down all in one day."

"It's a very nice name," Liv laughed lightly at her friend's antics, taking part in teasing you just this once. Although, as she watched you, she couldn’t help but sadden just the slightest bit. Your features hadn’t yet fully matured, resembling that of a teenager just recently entering adulthood. She disliked how someone so young had to be forced into a world such as this, but all she could do was fight and hope that none others would be subject to the same fate in the future.

You just shook your head in exasperation, leisurely strolling forward. Being around your teammates—rather, your friends—like this sent a warmth through your body that only served to rekindle your determination to succeed on days like tomorrow just to have more times like these. It was a comforting feeling. But you could only hope that fate would be kind.

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