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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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REVELRY IN DEATH : MEA TORMENTA - BLURB

〘 𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐄 〙《 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 》

ANGEL’S DESCENSION

pairings: yandere! oc (ynael krasny) x god! reader

ynael is gonna be moved from the guest is god to this series. this is just a short story which will most likely span 10 chapters at most.

warnings: suicidal ideation. ideation of death. religious themes.

status: unedited, original art to be added soon

(had the sudden urge to get into opera) (im a jakub fanboy now yall) (link to his performance of mea tormenta here)

reply to be added to the taglist!

❝

Mea tormenta, properate (Hurry, my torments)

Ubi sunt flagella et caedes, ubi sunt flagella et caedes? (Where are the scourges and the flaying?)

❞

𝖄NAËL KRASNY WAS BIRTHED FROM A LONG-DRAWN OUT LINE OF INDIVIDUALS THAT WORSHIPPED THE GOD OF DEATH. The bloodline’s minds and souls lost in the belief that one day their beloved deity will grace them with its attention and a place abreast it in the Temple of Flowers. Heaven. A locale of infinite luxuries and pleasures.

And if you asked him of his thoughts on the matter?

His parents were simply batshit insane.

No one believed in gods nowadays — with the exception of his step-mother and father, in addition to a couple of small cults, so again, no one really. Technology had progressed so far that death was almost a splendor one would have to intentional meet with, rather being unfortunately be in the way of. Now that he thought about, death abruptly became far and few in between the past few centuries. War, famine, misfortune, all dissipated to nothingness as people seemed to finally understand how their actions could affect others.

A fact with exiguous exceptions. Depravity is regrettably a human trait that can never be extinguished.

His entire house was always littered with fresh lilies — flowers that apparently represented the god his parents adored so much — and he was sure the smoke he inhaled from all the incense alone could tear a hole into his lungs.

Ynaël barged through the unlocked door to his house while yelling, “Could you two at least take your shit of a practice outside rather than stinking up the place? ‘M tryin to breathe!”

“Ynaël, oh! Welcome back home.” His step-mother greeted him with a polite smile, while his father just grunted in response.

They were always like that. Ignoring most of his words and returning it with shallow and robotic greetings. It felt helpless, trying to interact with the couple.

“Stupid shitty father — and his stupid shitty god.” He cursed them quietly. Yeah he knew he was being an edgy son of a bitch now but he had a lot to deal with in school alright? Give him a break. It was hard going back and forth to two places he’d rather burn down than be in. He stomped his way towards the basement where his bedroom lied.

”Salty much?”

A familiar visage greeted him at his bed. White hair and light blue eyes that complimented his pale skin, and finally the iconic red cross hair pin. Ryu. Ryu Amamiya. One of his underclassmen in school.

Ynaël would have picked on him to hell in back for his nerdy tastes and heavy wallet. However Ryu had one advantage that made Ynaël avoid hurting him at all costs.

He was part of “The Stereotypes” in school. A clique of a five rich kids that everyone worshipped, basically kissing the floor the walk upon and hailing the air they breathe. He was untouchable — unless Ynaël wanted the whole school after his head. Faculty, students, all that jazz.

Ynaël doesn’t remember why and how but he became intimate with most members of their little group — which meant he was quite often harassed by them at every living moment. But after his stepbrother died, the leader of the Stereotypes — a girl named Sayu or something — started hanging around him, and eventually, the rest followed her lead.

”Ryu? The fuck you doing here? You here to take my brother’s shit?”

Ryu smirked, one of those unsettling smiles every member of the stereotypes seemed to nail down. One that always managed to terrify Ynaël.

”Stupid shitty sister.” The albino replied, making an awful imitation of Ynaël’s gruff voice and Russian accent, that was awfully far from his own.

“Заткнись, Elsa. Why don’t you go back to your annoying clique, hah? I’m not up for your bullshit.”

Ynaël envied the white haired kid in many ways. Ryu had a large influence in the campus, without so much as raising a finger. He was just himself, and the whole place admired him for it. While Ynaël had to literally and figuratively fight for scraps of attention, the majority of it being negative. No one wanted him in that institution, not the students, not the teachers, not even his parents.

And that made Ynaël want to prove them wrong even more.

”You know my sister likes to hang around the rest of them whenever I’m around. I’m saving the group from her religious yapping.” Ryu complained, resting his back on the mattress of Ynaël’s bed, “Death does not discriminate. Even with who they have as their followers.”

An object, presumably Ryu’s phone, began vibrating in his pocket. He picked it up, took one look at the caller’s ID and put it back. A sour look on his annoyingly pretty face.

Ynaël snickered. Ryu shook his head, “Don’t die on me while I’m gone.”

“No promises, budget Elsa.” Ynaël fluttered his fingers as a gesture of goodbye. Ryu scoffed at the motion and is about to leave before Ynaël’s step-mother interrupted his path with her presence.

“Ynaël?”

Ynaël almost fell down in surprise. His mother could be terrifying when she needed to be. She was nothing compared to his birth mother in terms of how much fear he’d feel around her. Thus, Ynaël grew to be quite the rambunctious teen.

”God fucking— you scared the shit out of me!”

She didn’t look the slightest bit fazed by the string of curses, maintaining her signature cordial yet distant smile, ”Your father and I will be leaving for a while. Will you be alright here by yourself?”

”I’ll be fine . . . I guess.”

”Okay. Goodbye, son.” And she’s gone.

Ynaël then turned to Amamiya, shit-faced grin still clear on the latter’s face.

“Now, will you get the fuck out of my room?”

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Crucem quaero, crucem date (I want to be crucified. Crucify me)

❞

Ynaël hears muffled cheering from outside. He had no doubt it was one of those fanatical meetings his parents attended. The God of Death had no official church, and so their worshipper’s usually gathered at eachother’s homes, “Gods, couldn’t they have started their ceremonies during the day?”

Ynaël got up from his bed to look at the A sudden wave of nausea crashed over him.

”The fuck, why am I . . . ?”

Hang on. If his parents were celebrating here. Why did the hag bid him goodbye?

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Volo mori, o Deus in te, volo mori, o Deus in te, o Deus in te (I want to die, in you. In you, I want to die. Oh god, in you. Oh god, in you)

❞

“Tonight we celebrate. The Golden Era ends. Our world will soon bathe in the reds and whites of our god.” The voice of their pastor echoed through the living room. He was a handsome man, just under a decade older than Ynaël. The latter could see the two of them being friends if it weren’t for the former’s preachy nature when it came to religious topics.

“And to commemorate this event, two of our most devoted family members will sacrifice themselves and join our god in the Garden of Eden.”

What? Sacrifice? Ynaël knew the members were insane but how were they even supposed to sacrifice when death wasn’t even possible?

Asphyxiation was ineffective. Diseases were nonexistent. Small injuries would either healed, while larger ones (i.e. beheading) would only make the body incapable of being used.

”May you face our lord’s judgement”

The only way it was possible was when a person is either forced into brain death and/or was sliced to multiple itty, bitty pieces. Grounded. Before they are promptly burned.

Ynaël doubted the common people here had the means to kill whoever they want painlessly as that needed expensive medical equipment and government approval. Meaning . . .

”Shit.”

Even before his parents were revealed he already knew they were the ones up the proverbial and literal chopping block. He squeezed himself through the crowd of people, not surprised that none of them were complaining about the lack of breathing space in the face of their great lord’s altar.

“Fucking, let me through you assholes!”

A hand gripped his wrist on the last layer of people, tugging him further and further away. ”You must be Ynaël. Ah. Chrystie must have invited you to witness this special day!” He recognized her to be a regular around the same age as the pastor if not a bit older.

“What?! No— I’m—“ He tried pulling away, but the woman wouldn’t let him. Not only that but people started assisting her with keeping him away.

”Why don’t you stay still, hm? Chrystie wouldn’t like it if you thrashed around and take the attention all away wouldn’t she?”

That smile on her face. That horrid, unnatural, plastic grin. Ynaël would remember that for years to come.

”What are your final words, Chrystianna? Mika?”

”We have no words. We are simply grateful to be given the opportunity to join their majesty.”

Ynaël screamed. He screamed in horror. He screamed in regret that he wasn’t able to form the bonds others would have with their parents. He screamed knowing that this moment would be the last he’d see them alive.

He never got to express how much he loved them, craved for their affection. Now he will never have such an opportunity.

But his voice was drowned out by the cacophony of cheers coming from the large crowd; a chorus of limitless devotion.

A large lily appears, tearing open the walls of the small home as it bloomed. In it you, appeared. Lying down in a fetal position.

“It s-seems that our lord has appeared before us! In flesh anew!”

But he didn’t get to look at you properly before your very presence held him down, affixed to the ground. And it tugged him even harsher and harsher until like the rest of the people in the chamber, he was kneeling towards your divine self.

He didn’t know if it was due to his emotions running high, or if he was slowly going insane from the current happenings. However he could not deny that your voice was heaven upon Earth. It dripped with an enchanting allure that he was immediately captivated despite not seeing your visage. “My lovely, devoted followers.”

“Our day has come.”

“Let us cleanse this world of all its decrepit sinners and unite all once again under the umbrella of mortality.”

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Mea tormenta, properate, ubi sunt flagella et caedes? (Hurry, my torment. Where are the scourges and the flaying?)

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©️ ALL ART AND WRITING WERE CREATED AND SOLELY BELONGS TO ME. DO NOT REDISTRIBUTE, REPOST, OR CLAIM THAT IT IS MADE BY SOMEONE ELSE.

#revelry in death #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere story #yandere ocs x reader #yandere harem x reader

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ravenadottir · 2 years

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Not every litg character is bisexual or non binary.

who said they were?

and are you referencing the ask about bobby being enby? because if you are, that's why we said HEADCANON, anon. you can vibe with it or not, your choice, but canon is just as written as headcanon. don't forget it's all made up.

and we were speaking from experience. non binary is something that some people might take a while to realize, if they are indeed non binary. or genderfluid. and because of our own gender identity, anon and i were speculating, i don't think there's anything wrong with that.

plus, we only said henrik and bobby... i don't know where you got eVeRy cHaRaCtEr from what we talked about.

also also, talking about bisexuality, LOTS of characters are confirmed bisexuals, pan, fluid, gay at some point. season 2 alone has its majority canonically bi.

canon, "under the bisexual umbrella":

arjun - bi, either mc or elijah;

elijah - bi, either mc or arjun;

elisa - bi

hannah - bi, towards the end of the season, and you can run from the wedding with her. she can also be an li during cmm;

henrik. he confirms he's looking for connections and not girls specifically. that can be a bunch of things, including pan or demi. either way, under the bisexual umbrella;

lottie - bi, just like hannah;

marisol - bi or pan, depending on what mc says she likes, whether 'girls' or 'connections';

priya - bi, she comes out during cmm;

rocco, he says he would try with guys, on the first challenge, as he winks at them, so... fluid;

bisexual tendencies

some people just love ignoring open flirting between boys and call it "friendship" or "jokes". when i look at two dudes openly flirting and exchanging a kiss, i'm not laughing, i'm happy for the representation. y'all are historians!

bobby - melts every time he hears noah's voice and gets all jumpy and nervous, besides complimenting it openly. exchanges a kiss on the lips with noah during the season. openly flirts with noah during cmm;

gary - he can also exchange a kiss on the lips with noah and compliments it, feeling flushed right after. he shouldn't be off the list. granted there's nothing else but i guess you're worried about canon, so i'm giving you canon;

lucas - he gets attached to henrik very early on but no other bombshells behave like that, nor girls or boys. they call each other cute names and can SNIFF THE PILLOW OF THE GUY THAT LEAVES (that goes for both);

noah - he can kiss gary or bobby during the season, compliments the kiss, and flirts with bobby during cmm;

straight, no same-sex romantic, flirty or sexual interaction whatsoever, or are canonically straight:

carl

chelsea, confirms during cmm that she's heterossexual;

felix

hope

ibrahim

jakub

kassam

shannon

as you can see, even if you don't count bi tendencies, we still have loads of bi's in the season, more LGBTQ+ than straight people, and that's just on season 2.

9 LGBTQ+ are li's at some point, whether during the season, confirmed during wedding or cmm. we only have 5 straight li's.

onto the other seasons...

season 1: bisexual, canonically or tendencies:

talia - bi, main female li;

jake - bi, confirmed he had sex with a guy in the past and says "no other boys? ah well, maybe later in the summer";

allegra - bi - becomes an li during the reunion;

lucy - bi, she's talia's ex on her route;

rohan - bi tendency. PLEASE, he kisses jake during the game and acts HELLA horny about him, besides saying he would pick jake if he could;

cherry - bi, confirmed on matchmaker, and she's the same person from s1 because cherrygate happens as well as her entire arc and characterization;

straight:

jen

tim

erikah

reese

miles

levi

mason

sammi (?)

jasper

out of 15 islanders, 6 are confirmed LGBTQ+, 5 of them being li's.

season 3, bisexual or gay:

tai - bi, confirmed during the first date;

ciaran - bi, he couples up with tai;

yasmin - bi;

lily - bi;

aj - gay, has come out as a lesbian on 'boat party';

straight:

nicky

seb

camilo

bill

harry

elladine

genevieve

rafi (?)

iona

miki

out of 15 people in the season, 9 are li's, and 4 are bi and 1 is gay.

as for season 4, i didn't play it but i know will, najuma and angie are confirmed LGBTQ+: najuma being bi, angie being gay and will being... bi? i'm not sure, haven't seen the confirmation but i know he's not straight. and will is non binary (goes by he/they). tiffany also goes by other pronouns... she/he/they.

majority of li's, in all seasons, are bi or gay. and we have people who are non binary or genderfluid that we didn't even count in that ask...

so... sorry to break it to you (no i'm not), but your math is not mathing.

just a quick little thing... if hearing someone saying a character is possibly bi, non binary, or whatever it is that isn't cis or straight, makes you come into my inbox and write that? i feel like you have some stuff to figure out. possibly to understand, and maybe... i don't know, work on ?? it comes across as bi phobic and those types that don't respect pronouns... that's not cute.

besides, i don't think my blog is the right place for you, i really don't. feel free to unfollow and block if you're a follower. we're in the middle of something here and you're disturbing the flow.

#litg #love island the game #litg s2 #litg season 2 #litg s1 #litg s3 #litg s4 #litg season 3 #TOO MANY PEOPLE TO TAG

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willkimurashat · 2 years

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Eurovision x LITG headcanons have to be done one day 😂

You are right, they have to, and I guess today is that day lol!😎👉👉

Watches religiously

S1: Rohan, Talia (more like she has to for her job, but the rap crew makes it fun for her), Tim

S2: Bobby (very upset esc 2023 will not be in Glasgow;(, Priya, Henrik (ugh sWeDeN always wins or whatever -_-), Chelsea, Arjun

S3: Camilo, Elladine, Genevieve, Miki, Tai (it’s still kinda new for him, but he’s OBSESSED), Yasmin

S4: Bruno (very happy esc 2023 will be in Liverpool), Hazeem, Kelly, Thabi

S5: Dana, Finn, Johnny

Watches casually

S1: Erikah, Jake, Jen, Levi, Reese, Sammi

S2: Hannah (so THAT’S who always votes for boring ballads!), Ibrahim, Marisol, Noah, Kassam(?), Elisa

S3: AJ, Bill, Nicky, Seb, Ciaran, Lily

S4: Angie, James, Oliver, Tom, Will

S5: Alfie, Meera, Nicolas

Time to PARTEY woot woot!!!

S1: Allegra, Cherry, Mason

S2: Gary, Hope, Rocco, Blake, Elijah, Felix

S3: Iona, Rafi

S4: Cora, Kobi, Najuma, Lexi, Tiffany, Valentina

S5: Arlo, Eddie, Gabi, Kat, Pete

Could not care less

S1: Lucy, Miles, Jasper

S2: Lucas, Carl, Graham, Shannon, Jo, Jakub

S3: Harry

S4: Juliet

S5: Suresh

Guilty pleasure

S2: Lottie (specifically songs like Shum and Fulenn that call out to her witchy nature)

S4: Youcef (his taste is so specific though that he roots for songs that just never go through)

Watches Americavision

S4: Dylan

#this took some thinking #anyone else on here an avid eurovision fan?#feel free to agree/disagree/add on lol #litg #love island the game #litg everyone #ask ab

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mrsbsmooth · 1 year

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least fav Islanders? any season

I could make an entire list. In fact:

S1:

Allegra: I don’t want your fucking man.

Erikah: I get you’re insecure, but how dare you fuck with my relationship because of it? You were my girl!!! *I trusted you* 😭

Lucy: obvious reasons.

Miles/Jasper: Literally please leave.

Mason: Fuckboi. Arrogant.

Reece: Cannot keep it in his pants.

Levi: See the above three points.

S2:

Lottie: Again. I don’t want your damn man!

Hannah: Annoying, immature.

Shannon: People’s emotions aren’t a game.

Jo: Obvious reasons. Put that tongue back in your mouth before I do it for you.

Elisa: She’s so hot but she frustrated me so freaking much. Literally go away.

Felix: I get the “societal beauty standards” thing but I genuinely just hate his face, his pickup style, his whole attitude towards copying Kassam… *leave me alone*

Jakub: I know he’s meant to have a sweet redemption arc, but to me he’s just arrogant.

Kassam: He’s actually quite rude to you if he’s not interested, which is always a red flag.

S3:

Miki: I would like to rip that fucking braid off her dumb fucking head. Nosy, judgemental bitch. *Ooh I'm so quirky*, least fave islander of all time.

Iona: Again, just kinda annoying.

Lily: Forgot she existed until just now, but yeah, fuck that bitch. Ciaran didn't want you, he just forgot my name. He gets nervous around girls IT'S FINE OKAY

Yasmin: I know a lot of people love her but she honestly just annoyed me. She seemed really boring, and I don't see the appeal.

Harry: Sorry, he looks like a literal child to me, and acts like one too. I know a lot of people adore him, but I just see him as being dramatically unprepared for a serious relationship.

Borderline - Camilo: Fuckboy energy. Boooo

S4:

Najuma: Loved her to start with, but she quickly annoyed me.

James: Mouthbreather. Gave me the ick almost immediately.

Dylan: Obviously.

Tom: Changing a shirt does not change a personality. He was cute until this moment. Way too sensitive, way too precious, and obviously has zero life experience.

Will: Grow up and recognise that not every relationship is perfect.

Tiff: Literally what was the point of their being there? I forgot they existed most of the time

S5:

Yes.

#been sitting in my drafts for like two months #litg everyone #litg least favourite islanders

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oakley-my-sexy-firefighter · 2 years

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1, 11, 20, and 29 please!!!

I feel so honored that one of my favorite fanfic authors asked my opinion!!

1. I discovered the game in approximately August of 2019 around my birthday. I was looking to play a game when I was on vacation and bored. I started with season 1 and then continue with season 2 which was already in progress.

11. The characters who are my least favorite are S1 - Lucy, S2 - Arjun, Felix, Jakub, RHannah, S3 - Lily, S4 - Dylan

20. An unpopular character I really like is Gary. I know a lot of people don't like his route because of how Lottie Acts. But most people on here already know I call him my helicopter baby lol. I also really love Kassam who is so hard to get to say your name!!

29. A route I would change is having Oliver come in earlier than he did so people could have a longer route with him. He was such a sweetheart and a cutie pie who was so shy it didn't seem like him that he would fall that easily.

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jointhearumanati · 2 years

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REDEMPTION ROCHU FANFICTION IDEA

Ivan is a big successful Rich Businessman who owns a mansion and Hires Help. Lovely Maids Elizabeta Hederavary, Veronica Ambroz, (my name for Czech Republic), Head Butler and Secretary Tolys Laurinaitis, Butler Eduard Von Bock, Butler Jakub Murgas(🇸🇰), Pageboy Raivis Galante, and Head Cook Yao Wang. Ivan is cruel but doesn't understand right from wrong and takes it out on Tolys mostly giving him scars and PTSD. Yao tries to Protect the others and for some Reason Ivan is unable to strike him and he doesn't understand why. Tolys and Yao understand Ivan after living with him but they know it doesn't justify his behavior Yao tries to Teach Ivan right from wrong, scolds him like a child, and teaches him empathy. Ivan starts to improve and gradually begins to get better as feelings start to develop Ivan goes bankrupt. He loses Everything Money, the mansion, his staff including Yao. Katyusha gets a job as a maid for Rich Twins Alfred and Matthew as the Eldest to save her family ends up falling in love and Marrying Rich boy Matthew. Raivis ends up working as a Pageboy for Rich siblings Vash and Lili Zwingli ends up falling in love and Marrying Lili Zwingli. Veronica and Jakub get married and settle down. Elizabeta ends up working as a Maid for Famous Musician Roderich Edelstein and Marries him gets divorced Elizabeta ends up with his cousin Gilbert and Roderich gets together with his childhood friend Vash who got divorced from Emma Morgans(🇧🇪). Tolys ends up working for Rich Twins Alfred and Matthew ends up falling and marrying Alfred. Eduard ends up working for Rich Sufin family becomes friends with Employer's wife *cough* i mean husband Tino Oxenstierna. Yao returns to the Manor to see Ivan takes care of him because of his constant mental breakdowns gets him back on his feet they fall in love again get married and Natalya falls in love with Yao's adopted brother Im Yong Soo and Marries him.

#Latliech #Chopped Kimchi

#Ameliet #canukr #pruhun #aushun #swissbel #edelweiss #rochu #sufin #czechoslovakia

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hopeshoodie · 4 years

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I know literally no one else cares about both Love Island the Game AND The Mangus Archives, but yall know that I (a Lily stan) exclusively make posts that will get negative notes. Also if I don’t combine my special interests I’ll die. Also also it’s spooky season. So I made some ‘The LITG islanders as TMA avatars’ edits.

If you actually know what I’m on about or care, I put explanations below the cut

Blake: The Hunt

Blake’s intensity comes from her hunger- she wants more and is thrilled by the process of fighting for it. Attacking MC wasn’t anything personal, it was Blake clamoring for relevance and a spot in the villa. Like Hope, she’s more seduced by the dread power than tormented by it. Blake has always felt the call of the hunt, the hunger, but chalked it up to being petty and ambitious. But becoming an avatar lets her fully give into that call.

Carl: The End

Carl’s pretty basic, pretty boring, so he’s the end. I headcanon him to have a lot of catholic guilt, so of course he’s afraid of death. He’s afraid of not knowing. Plus, he’s pretty ambivalent to horror or the other fears, so the only terror he can conceptualize is dying.

Chelsea: The Dark

I don’t have a big reason for this one, I just feel like Chels is pretty basic and the classic ‘unknown lurking in the dark’ spooks her. Another episode rec- go to that link and scroll down to episode 86. Another stand alone episode that SLAPS.

Gary: The Flesh

I will never forgive Jonny Sims for taking something so viscerally horrifying as the idea of body horror, your own flesh and meat betraying you, and reducing it to ‘lol raw meat kinda nasty, here’s a big crunchy man’. The flesh isn’t about filth or festering or conquering other people’s bodies, it’s about the horror of existing inside your own body. It’s about gender dysphoria and depersonalization and fatphobia and self hatred. I think Gary’s the only person who knows this intimately. Fighting through an ED teaches you the disgust of flesh, and that manifesting into the real world would equal parts ruin Gary as it would empower him. Gary as the bone turner? Horrifying, but relatable.

Henrik: The Buried

I don’t really have a huge character reason for this one. Henrik likes being outside and climbing, so I imagine being trapped, claustrophobic, and unable to control his environment would really get to him. Also if you’re reading this and don’t know what the magnus archives is, stop what you’re doing right now, click on this link (http://rustyquill.com/the-magnus-archives/), scroll down to episode 15, and spend the next 26 minutes getting absolutely spooked. You don’t have to know any of the characters or storylines, it can be a stand alone episode. I think Lost Johns Cave would WRECK Henrik.

Hope: The Web

This one feels obvious. The web is all about control, subtle manipulation, and keeping tabs on everything. Hope’s greatest strength is bonding with everyone superficially to the point where they generally trust her, and her greatest weakness is that she’s so concerned about her own self interest that she’ll use that trust to manipulate people. Hope wouldn’t be devastated by the web as much as she’d be tempted- the ability to be in complete control and not ever be clocked or called out? Irresistible.

Rahim: The Stranger

So much of his conflict is internal so I was tempted to say spiral, but it’s all ABOUT how he interacts with people. He’s horribly insecure, he feels like he doesn’t fit in or know how to communicate, and he’s happy with his interests but worried about how other people will react to them. He’s 100% tormented by the stranger. I think this would manifest at first as something victimizing him- turning everyone around him off and slightly wrong. But once he becomes an avatar, he no longer worries about being the sore thumb of the group.

Jakub: The Corruption

This feels like low hanging fruit, but Jakub’s obsessed with perfectly waxing himself, keeping things neat and clean, and organizing things, of course he’s a corruption avatar. I think he’s closer to the bug end of the spectrum than the mold or rot end- he’s more rooted in disgust than anything else.

Lottie: The Extinction

I was tempted to go with the desolation for Lottie, because obviously all the hot fire ladies, duh. But I don’t think Lottie fears the desolation, the untamed consumption, enough to indulge in the dread power. She loves blowing issues up and adding more fuel and gossip to make it worse because she loves the game, but deep down, I think she’s afraid to consider what comes AFTER conflict. So much of her friendships are outlined by ‘girl code’- she needs to have established rules for how to interact with people and is always ready to pull receipts of past behavior. So nothing would terrify her more than all those rules, established relationships, receipts, history just… Disappearing. As much as Lottie loves to feed into conflict, she cannot conceive of a world post-conflict where there’s no one to fight with and nothing matters. Lottie IS the umbrella.

Lucas: The Lonely

He’s convinced himself he hates commitment and doesn’t need anyone else, but by the end of the season he’s SO happy to have found MC. My dude uses every single opportunity to avoid emotional intimacy- status, career, hobbies. He isolates himself because he feels like he has no other choice, and has convinced himself he’s happy. Also I feel like he has strong Peter Lukas vibes, a wealthy privileged man who was ignored by his family and turns to manipulating others and acting above it all to cope.

Marisol: The Eye

Marisol is the eye, obviously. She loves looking into people’s inner lives and intentions for the sole purpose of Knowing (™) what’s going on, and has a strong need to classify the world in tangible categories. Plus, the dark academia aesthetic of the Archives? Puh lease, she would love the ‘austerity’ of the Eye.

Noah: The Spiral

Noah drives himself crazy gaslighting himself (insisting he and Hope’s relationship is worth saving and he’s not actually unhappy) and worrying about the morality of his every action. You’re telling me he’s not trapped in a spiral within himself, failing to live in the real world because he’s so lost internally? You’re wrong. And he gets the creepy fingers to match.

Rocco: The Vast

I feel like literally everyone with depression is a vast kinnie. But Rocco’s coping mechanism of ‘oh I’m sad, time to go explore the massive wilderness alone in my truck’ is peak vast. God he would be such a good avatar too- someone you encounter in the middle of nowhere who seems welcoming but then banishes you for no reason other than daring to like him?

Shane: The Desolation

I don’t know why this one seems so right? He just has that intensity. Like Lottie, he loves feeding into things and being involved in intense, consuming conflict. But he’s not as dependent on established norms and rules where he cannot pick up the pieces after it’s done. He’s more self-aware than that. He knows how to protect those he cares about and to weaponize conflict.

Shannon: The Corruption

Bear with me, but I think Shannon’s the opposite end of the spectrum than Jakub. Her corruption is the filth, the rot, the disease. Like the Eye, she wants to know other people’s intentions, but it’s not for the sake of just knowing like the idea, nor is it the web’s pleasure of exerting power over the will of others. She’s looking to benefit personally. So the idea of something uncontrollable, unstoppable, encroaching on her life and slowly degrading it terrifies her. Look how messy she got when Jo started changing the way the villa was ‘supposed’ to be- deep down, Shannon just desperately needs the world to be fair so she can get what she wants. But the corruption isn’t fair, isn’t escapable, and isn’t accommodating.

#litg #tma #god noah as the spiral????? i would literally let him strangle me #is it obvious that I'm a corruption kinnie

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theundecidersideblog · 3 years

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thinking about mia again. gonna shove all my headcanons (some of which i’ve talked about elsewhere i’m sure) and fanon-re9 ideas under the cut <3 (also warning for re8 spoilers bc uh. yes.). also some of these headcanons (mainly mia’s name) was inspired by my friend mandy’s headcanons. ^_^

daughter of al.bert w.esker and Lilita Jansson (oc of mine, born in Latvia), conceived via Science! Al didn’t give The Juice so it was just some reverse-engineered shit or whatever from his blood <3 going the long way round lol. Jake (Jakub) was conceived the same way but between Al and Eva Muller (another oc who lives in my mind ^_^ German-descended Edonian)

mia’s born in 1989 (idc what the wiki says), jake in 1992 (the wiki can stay. once.)

yes Lilita and Eva are based on. you know. and they get. Albert. instead of like a name like Adam. lol

anyway uh Mia (Amelija, back then) is dropped off in front of a couple’s house when she’s 3 (some months before Jake’s birth) bc Lili & Eva have to leave the Us (for their own safety? i think? and for some reason Lili’s like “taking Ame will put her in danger” so fake a three-year-old’s death and leave with her pregnant gf for Edonia

how does al feel about having kids… well presumably he wanted them for Science Reasons but was like. you know what. nah. you gotta leave. even tho it doesn’t fit him in canon or w/e lol idc

don’t worry if this doesn’t make sense bc idc (too much)

anyway! fucked up innit. also eveline is a clone or child who is just Mold of Mia. they look so alike what do you want from me. also think the same of the D-series experiments (maybe. possibly even all the way back to A-series maybe)

mia doesn’t actually have that many friends outside of her colleagues at The Connections. :| girl :(

re9 time! mia is Main Protag and looking for answers bc she already knows she’s Dead Al’s daughter and also knows of Jake and wants. Answers. bc she and her colleagues kinda figured that Eva and Lili were still alive

(Eva was previously though to have died from some illness, I think maybe pancreatic cancer, and Lili supposedly died in a fire soon after. not sure whether I want Jake knowing this or not.)

sibling bonding! sort of. jake knew about Amelija but thought she died.

main villain is boss man of the connections, if there even is one singular dude. either way bring back the connections. i want to know some fucking lore.

um they meet their mums eventually :) who also have some virus and are kicking ass bc i say so. Eva’s illness is still there but bc of the Virus™ it’s just. there.

Mia also visits romania once a year bc of the fungus root (or what’s left of it, which is. …. nearly nothing) and maybe ethan’s essence (like rose’s essence) is still in there and she misses him and tries to bring him back but aogh eveline is also sTILL THERE in her head.

anyway idk much about the actual “plot” in my head all i know is that at the end eveline FINALLY goes (some sort of resolution between her and mia bc evie did have a rough time of it too :( tbf) and ethan and mia integrate. and mia has more powers she can shapeshift. it’s fine. totally not weird and indicative of Issues

anyway yeah lmao

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Have you seen Season 2 of Sex Ed ? What do you think about it? I personally am disappointed by the ending because why is it always the same plot for females ?! It’s beyond ridiculous that writers aren’t imaginative enough to come up with sth more than that...

Yes I saw it.

First things first I think in general it’s a good show. And it addresses a lot of topics which some people consider taboos. Therefore it might help some people feel more comfortable and I think in our day and age it’s good to see the variety of issues related to sex and relationships on tv.

I have to say tho the storyline at times was quite predictable and not really surprising. Sometimes it felt to me that they tried to cover to many issues with too many characters. And therefore it felt rushed and superficial to me at times. I liked Asa more this season than last. And that’s because his character seemed more developed this season. As for Gillian it felt too much like watching Margo Channing in various scenes ( the gestures and expressions)

As for the ending I am not invested in that show to the degree so it would bother me I basically just find it a stupid lazy plot twist. It’s just as lazy and stupid as it was for People when CC did it to Scully. Basically when you don’t know what to do for drama just make the woman pregnant 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ they could have come up with lots of other dramatic twists but it is what it is. And I’m sure lots of people find it cool and I know women between 45-55 can get pregnant and it’s not about that at all for me it’s just about why has the dramatic plot twist always have to be that a woman ends up pregnant?!

So my overall rating for the characters and the show :

Otis: A-B Eric: B Maeve: B- Jean: C Jakub: C+ Ola: B-C Adam: B- Jackson: B-C Aimee: B Rahim: C Lily: C+

The cast all in all: B-C

And yes this is just MY opinion if you disagree it’s fine. I’m certain it’s a show that will be seen and discussed through lots of different opinions and views

#gillian anderson #netflix sex education #its a solid show but it didnt blow me away #sex education season 2

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I'm on my way to weed the rose garden in the fens because i need volunteer hours, please tell me which hockeys could pull off a flower crown

ohhh my goodness. the aesthetique. having been on tumblr in the height of photoshopping characters from nbc hannibal in flower crowns, I’m convinced that just about everyone can pull one off if they have the right attitude, but here are the hockeys I think would look best in them, plus ideas:

elias pettersson, of course. blooms of folkloric significance: foxgloves, rosebuds, gentians, red clover

brock boeser: daisies!

nicklas bäckström: ivy leaves & starflowers

ovi: red azaleas

pk subban: tiger lilies, I think

literally the entire bruins roster in wildflowers. yes, even rask. especially rask; he’d look even more like a murderous fairy

roope hintz: black roses because he is Like That. instagrammed ruthlessly

jamie benn: pink & yellow primroses

eichs, actually: white daffodils

holtby, duh. bluebells & he’d get all soft about his daughter belle & everyone would have a feeling

mcdavid? yes, mcdavid. buttercups.

jakub vrana: poppies

devante smith-pelly: god, are there any flowers that wouldn’t be lovely on him? gerbera daisies & black-eyed susans would be *chef’s kiss*

carey price: western trillium

nolan patrick & teeks in matching marigold crowns

kuzy: siberian larkspur

juuse saros: anything. cornflower

brent burns & joe thornton, whichever flowers, would obvi also do flower-beards

burkie is only allowed near a flower crown if we are entirely certain it’s safely edible

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worldcakecakecake · 5 years

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Feliciano and the King of Hearts

Chosen by the gods as the Queen of Hearts from the moment of birth, we follow Feliciano’s story as he grows into royal life, learns to rule, go against age old customs, and his relationship with his husband to be, the King of Hearts.

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I’m so sorry it took forever!!!!!! But here it is and I hope you enjoy!!!

Chapter 68

Four days of battle trespassed, boiling, firing, menace growing stronger, skies coated in smoke and brilliance of red and the occasional different colors from all different tactics that had been used. Tragic deaths began piling, wounded needed instant care and so, a plan directed by Kiku himself was put in place. A further division was made, an area that they tried hard to keep away from the explosion, throws and raptures of the dark. There the wounded were taken, healers put to work, filled of sufferings, desperation, shown in the rush of nurses and doctors, who had already witnessed deaths and everything around them shone that there would only be more. The smoke and red in the distance was of no aid, and the sounds of battle still rang loudly even there, granting more nightmares and making it much difficult to heal completely. Kiku managed the overseeing while the rest of the royals decided on continuing their fight. For him it was like battling in the very core as he had done before this was settled, jumping from tent to tent, incantations, stitching, disinfecting, bandaging, calming minds and stopping the bloods that poured. Not all the time did it work and Kiku had seen his fair share of last breaths, of sharing in prayers and guidance with the near healers, no more time to give, having to move on with the next despite the hurt of the last.

“Sadiq, really, you need more time,” Kiku said, still bandaging the man’s arm, another young Spadian girl helping with a cloth to rid sweat and dirt.

“My other arm works just fine!” He whaled, raising one of his dual swords, sure despite the tone in his voice.

“You’ll only risk yourself at losing that one too! Arun, take him to Zack. He specifies in this kind of wound and could get him ready in a couple minutes!”

“Will do!” She headed off, holding Sadiq well into the havoc camp.

Kiku was intended to head and heal the head injuries of some wounded citizens of the white kingdom, when his path was interrupted by the entrance of another royal, Elizabeta, using a warrior bear, those trained by the Club Kingdom. She jumped quickly out, battered, bloodied, parts of her armor displaced and missing.

“Where’s Jakub?” She demanded, ferocious and without an ounce of peaceful light.

“At the edges of the fight surely.”

“I need to see him now.”

“What is the matter?”

“He has Petre potions and I need one now,” she demanded in a harshness Kiku was not adjusted from her.

“Petre potions? Elizabeta, that could over exhaust you, even kill you in this state.”

“They need all the help they can get and I cannot, I cannot stop now.”

“Elizabeta, come with me, I can take you to other healers that can better help you.”

“They’ll only want me to rest.”

“And that’s what you need.”

“No! No, I won’t!” She practically growled, taking Kiku by the hem of his shirt, pulling close to see her angers, blazing like the very fires in the horizon. “Don’t make me stop now when its raging hell over there. They need me now and I cannot stall and loose time like this. I have to…I have to be there for Roderich…he’s…tired, wasted and I don’t think he can resist this any longer. Vladimir is keeping him hidden under a protective shield and I doubt it can last. I will not stand to watch them die, so please, call him and I’ll-” tears were in her eyes, lost, confused and unrecognizable. Kiku remained in her hanging lost on how to answer to this lost and frightened woman.

“I’m sorry, Elizabeta, but I cannot risk your life like this.”

She broke as if they had torn her husband before her, and she answered how she learned to do so the last hours, by brandishing a throw and aiming in attack. Kiku cringed and was about to prepare a shield of defense, but that hand instead met the large silver of a sword. It didn’t cut as it wasn’t the edge, just a stand, a quick defense before it could follow through. There were three heavy breaths, Elizabeta and Kiku turning to meet with the Heartian Queen, holding the handle of the sword that divided, along with his mother and brother. The three looked as disheveled, piled with dirt, cuts, tears in their armors and uniforms, exhausted, but a great force aiding in getting them to even stand there.

Between them was a paralyzing silence, away from time even as the commotion of painful moans and distant battle rung on.

“Please, stand back, Elizabeta,” Feliciano commanded, with queenly tone that called for instant obedience, even from another Queen. She did, innocence in her eyes, along with an awakening that made her shake, made her look into her hands as if there was a high crime in them. She could have broken, could have shrilled for the whole camp to hear, but Feliciano made sure to act quick. He was not going to make her loose hope and faith.

“Gupta!” He called, noticing him along with his own group, heading out, ready for battle after surely getting sufficiently healed.

“Yes, your majesty?” He bowed.

“You and your sand casters are ready to act?”

“Instantly, sir!”

“Take Elizabeta with you and make a tunnel attack. Find Roderich and help her to bring him here.”

“Right away!” They settled direction towards.

“Come, let’s go,” Dua took the Clubian Queen’s hand in assurance and they all went to their mission, the three Valenti watching that they were off as well as they could in the situation.

Feliciano let his commanding demeanor fall, with it breathing and easing whatever grasps he kept.

“Feliciano, thank you so much!” Kiku thanked, coming to aid in a hold to his Queen.

“This is driving us insane,” he commented.

“What has happened?” He rarely heard reports.

“Khaos practically kicking our asses and the alignment hasn’t even started yet,” Lovino harshly informed, sickened and maddened. Renata glared, but Lovino shrugged it.

Kiku turned to Feliciano, hoping to hear a difference.

“He keeps creating more men, but we’ve noticed that it’s in a timely amount of batches. We’ve managed to defeat plenty of them, even take breaths in those in-betweens of creation, but each time they come stronger and smarter, understanding our plans before they’re carried out.”

“Khaos is purposely doing this to distract us,” Renata added.

“Have you faced him, Feliciano?”

“After the first day, our meetings are short, and I can’t get anything at him…he’s trying to avoid me.”

“He’s surely waiting for the alignment,” Lovino knew.

“I’m trying to do something before it can get to that.”

“We’ve already done most of our plans and have lost countless of men and women.”

“This is not looking good for when the alignment comes.”

“There’s still Ludwig and I. We still haven’t done the biggest of our plans.”

“And we can’t use them now. The threat is still imminent and the rest of us have to be in our best defense.”

“We’re losing most of it,” Lovino had noticed, checking a moving scroll that showed in lights the magic and formations of what had been it. Indeed only a half of the larger six part scale was standing.

Feliciano thought and came to a quick command, “we have to get them back. Lovino! Find Lili and convince Vash to let you with her cast the perimeter again. Mamma, the Baltic soldiers know the strong points, tell them to charge them again and help them hold back attacks while doing so.”

No disagrees or disobeys, they headed off to fulfill.

“Kiku, I need a recovery.”

“Instantly!”

They could have gone immediately, but it was just as a ferocious winged lion came, Ludwig falling and taking heading to his queen. Pookie above him took his own rest by transforming back to his little form, cuddling and wanting love after all he had witnessed, one Feliciano could spare to give.

“How’s everything?” Ludwig joined in the holding Kiku gave.

“I’m fine, I swear.”

“We’re managing how we can.”

“How have you dealt?”

“We just finished riding a batch and still no sign of Khaos. Infantries are remaining to fend off for the next one and are replenishing in energy while they wait. I came here for my own recovery and wondering if any more would be willing to join me back.”

“I’ll go with you!”

And so the three worked quick to get those very recoveries, new bandages, new armors, deciding new weapons and making new plans.

“So, what are we going to do?” Feliciano said as he finished the last wrapping on his arm, to make sure the new gloves stayed during the continuing fight.

“Move and search for Khaos. There’s nothing else we can do,” Ludwig made sure his new padding were well strapped.

“There has to be something. We can’t possibly exhaust our men and women like this without even reaching an alignment.”

“There are still many plans to be fulfilled.”

“I know, but if we can-”

“Where’s the harp?” They walked on silent this time, Feliciano nervous to speak. “It is here, isn’t it?”

“It is…but it’s not its fight yet.”

“Not its fight? Feliciano, that could be our key to defeating him now before he reaches the alignment.”

“It won’t work. It will only hinder him and what we need is to kill him. Augusta herself told me for the alignment it would be at its most powerful. I am waiting till then to-”

“Out! Out! Out I say!” Ivan came imposing, leading behind him a group from American provinces in Clubs. They brought a wounded, very familiar one, moaning, practically lifeless, the bed oozing blood and his dark skin looking paler.

“Amaro…” Feliciano recognized.

“Make way! Make way! Make way! He needs help now!” Martín shouted. With Elisa’s help, together they hurriedly moved to the nearest healer that offered, opening an entrance for them, a bed ready and already cast and incantations started. Ludwig and Feliciano couldn’t leave when it was someone they had known well, that they had sang, danced, joked and chatted wonderfully with, now with no light that presented what he had once been.

They joined the rest of the group inside the tent, helping the healers with the expected procedure, trying out spells and incantations that continued to fail. Last resort, Feliciano began to use healing magic with the intensity of his Ace power, it was through it that he discovered for the first time woven lines of faith and destiny in a person, sacred and created by the hands of an Ace. He learned how it started…and how it ended, the plan that not even he could go against and had to let it lead on as intended by the nature the Aces created. He understood as it had been with his grandfather, and could only sigh, kneeling to join the rest. “Somebody take his hand, please.”

Corisande took it desperately, thinking it some part of another healing magic.

“Speak to him…tell him goodbye.”

They all turned with equal shattered expressions.

“What do you mean? Can’t you not-”

“Please…” Feliciano let his eyes water, a great understanding in them that made them all utter such words, close to their friend, talking of past times, of other loved ones, of assurances, prayers, expectancies and waiting. They went on, until Amaro couldn’t hold any more breaths, until a calling became clearer, welcoming and reliving away from these pains. Whatever it was, it embraced him and took with it its last breaths, holds and color, right off his friends’ last embraces and words.

There was nothing more and the first one to act on the dreaded realization was Corisande, who wept loudly and laid on the body, a call hoping to keep him, to let this not be what was happening, to act on such misery and also release the tension, the weight of this awful battle and what it was costing.

Shouts came from outside the tent, calls to the battle, with surely a new batch about to come. Ludwig and Feliciano had to head to it, having to make their way out, slowly, without a word or comforts to spare.

“Please, provide the funeral that you can,” he told a passing healer, who nooded and began quick on the preparations they were used to by now.

Feliciano stared on from the tent opening, with only the same scene of farewell and passing, wishing that there was more he could do.

“I really hope you leaving the harp for later is worth it,” Ludwig commented rather harshly, leaving and joining the new rush of newly healed soldiers that were to head back to the fret.

Those words only gave more weight to Feliciano, a guilt, a crush that could have had him whimpering on the ground if it wasn’t for the severity of the situation.

“Ludwig, I told you, it’s worthless now, Augusta herself told me,” Feliciano tried to defend, going behind him.

“Never mind what she said, it can help now and you’re only endangering more lives by continuing to wait.”

“I’ll only risk more lives if I use it now.”

“How could it do so? How dangerous can it truly be?”

“The vision Augusta gave me was more grandiose than you can imagine, only meant for the intensity of what Khaos will become and anyone in between would surely die. It won’t reach that power without the alignment and it needs all that energy for when the time comes. Please, trust me, Ludwig, I’ll know what to do!”

“I know! I know!...I know…” he exploded, but then calmed, managing a breath in the middle of turmoil, peace in this space between him and his Queen. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I’m just…tired and…terribly worried…about all, about you, I…I’m so scared,” he fell, letting himself weakness, but showing him human.

Feliciano closed in and caressed his face, raising him to his strength, for their eyes to connect in powerful magic. “There is still so much we haven’t proven…plans and ideas we haven’t done. Our time will come and Khaos will know to fear us. We’ll do fine…we will defeat him. I’m sure we can do this together,” he smiled and Ludwig couldn’t hold his own back, taking that hold of his hand, kissing it and showing his belief in those words.

They had learned well from the other to show pride and strength, and it shone well even in that disastrous center they took. For a moment they were ignorant, a closing in for their lips, a last delight before battle, when Ludwig felt something odd in the direction the soldiers were taking. They weren’t going forward, but backwards, scared, not at all in the orders they were trained for. Feliciano noticed as well, both turning their gazes forward, only to see more people coming in frantic crowds.

“What’s going on?” He told a passing White Kingdom member, who seemed tired, fear taking her voice.

“They’re coming! They’re coming here! We have to move this entire camp now!” She headed off, now the royals noticing how these new soldiers came to help everything to be moved.

“But…the defensive shields?” Feliciano wondered.

“Did not work.” Something crashed, in burning intense lights of darkness, giant, all in the area, including Ludwig and Feliciano, flying and burning to the magic, fallen and trying to breathe out the new pain.

New shouts of terror, a new flight of darkness, men in those evil colors invading what they could do in their waking vision. Some did well to quickly defend, healers picking their sick and driving them away as far as they could. Others fought, but it was a large multitude in a space they had thought was safe, outnumbered, sudden, with other larger worries than those of attacking with their highest abilities, not something they could do when there were countless of wounded and sick that needed more healing in the area. It was in this disarray that Khaos decided to appear himself in, smiling, uncaring and only commanding more men to take and ravage how they wanted.

“You’re evil!” Feliciano shouted, taking instant stand, his sword glowing with a special red spell that worked to gain more energy as well as to give to any of the warriors that continued to fight in the vicinity.

“Oh, such a word doesn’t bother me!” Khaos only shrugged it, perfect stride, elegant in his wear, coming close as if he was walking down to his powerful throne. “You still bother to try? Go on right ahead, nothing will work. I do like a good practice though. So, come, what do you have for me now?”

Feliciano was ready to pierce that energy with his sword right in the center, raging with fires ready, instead, the figure was gone, stumbled out with a special field that knocked him, made him cut and bleed, furious reds back in his eyes that only made him darker and with new maddened magic to grow.

Kiku now stood in aid, having used a staff to omit his spell. “Mind if I join? I have to practice myself.”

Feliciano smiled in his welcome and now Ludwig stood as well, fixed from his fall, magic on his fists.

Khaos sat and stared to the three together, laughing, calling forward dual curved swords, beginning a lighting of dark magic power.

“Ah yes! All three great highnesses of the proud Hearts! What a banquet this will be! I will enjoy what I will do to your people!”

“I will forbid it!” Kiku bellowed, jumping forward, high his staff going and calling a gain of red stars that crashed in the landing of the dark king. It managed a burning of those clothes he had strutted so well to show, angering, clawing and trying a riding of Kiku’s staff with bare hands, his swords now tucked away. Feliciano joined in kicks and punches, his sword a support, to keep him grounded or distracted while Kiku continued to throw different spells on him. Whenever Kiku needed time, Ludwig will take control, his own physical attacks blended with dark and Heartian magic firing at every core of Khaos. Yet their many successes, Khaos would still grab them with extended rays of cracked darkness, throw them against harsh debris, choke, pierce with electrifying poison through their bodies that would leave them incapacitated, sometimes only having but one or two of the three fighting while another tried quick healing techniques. More than ever they appreciated those long hours of training with Mr. Egilhard, of learning to really work together at whatever strengths, they just wished they could omit more.

After a long moment, they were beginning to get tired, dirty and bruised, Khaos not giving a single chance to breathe as he continued his physical assaults, tinged with poison that made it painful to give any stance. They couldn’t grow or release any spell like this, now only depending on the force they gave their weapons and their throws. Ludwig kept forcing magic even if it exhausted him more, the only of the three being able to use darkness to their advantage. He kept reigning sparks to electrocute and burn, what they couldn’t reach, he cut at Khaos with his sword, wonderfully between rays he called, like nothing was dragging or hurting every extend.

Ludwig had succeeded in making Khaos sweat, heave, loose enough sight so Kiku could push and pull, Feliciano focusing on healing and spreading more energy to his companions. It was too much, for both Ludwig and Kiku’s skin was starting to burn from the intense power. Kiku was going through enough to mind, while for Ludwig, it wasn’t the first time, and years and spending a childhood on dealing with this helped to keep him standing and attacking. Yet despite how hard he tried to ignore it, to focus more on the positive power, it wasn’t enough to equilibrate. It was a slight movement out of place that Khaos took to his advantage, grabbing that attack and using it to take Ludwig and slam him gone, pierced to the ground, damaged, every strain landing to keep him landed and trapped between the debris. Khaos smiled, traitorous, unmerciful as he raised high a large bladed sword. Its aim was to impact and shred the Heartian King to nothing, easy that instant, Ludwig trying to heal, trying to move, but there was no action he could call. Just when Khaos was to take the plunge, there was a shout, a push, he met with the ground. Khaos stood quick to try and get back at the King, instead his sword met the small yet menacing blade of the Queen, rubbing and actually having him move back, more so with a fire that rung in the smaller man’s eyes.

“You stand away! Stay away from my husband!” He shouted, pushing him more.

Khaos didn’t bother, trying to move aside, only to meet once again with the sword. No matter how he moved around, Feliciano swiftly and with great maneuver was before him, their swords meeting and yet the same burn in his eyes, an anger more intense than the body it inhabited.

“Move away!” He tried to command.

“Never!” A slash pushing him more so, with a powerful tone in his voice, mighty and as a towering as an Ace’s should be.

Khaos knew it as a sign…a sign that the alignment was drawing closer. In a glance up, he almost let himself be torn in two right by the top of his head, but he stopped the blade with his bare hands just before. He held the weapon above him, still with life and determination to keep its harsh descend, shaking and eager. There was shine in Feliciano’s eyes, with danger, feral, wanting nothing more than his demise. It wouldn’t fear him, Khaos told himself, it was nothing, there was always a weakness he could spot, something out of place, something different. That’s when his eyes focused on the gloves.

From what he met him when he first entered field and of the reports his spying men would send him, Feliciano was not one to usually cover his hands. One’s power is freer to be set when hands are bared and Feliciano would surely not cover them on such battles. Unless…

“Are those gloves helping you?” He dared ask.

Feliciano only grew angrier, pushing his sword.

“Come, come, come now, what are the needs of such things?” He reached a hand to grasp one, Feliciano releasing one hand to smack it off, in that instant letting the sword fall away from its target. Khaos took that opportunity to quickly take a threatening hold of both Feliciano’s wrist, weakened, worried and fretting, his body one he could easily raise, to his wanting that instant.

Kiku tried to strengthen his healing spells, hoping he could stand to do something. Ludwig grasped his hands on the debris, trying to call a spell, anything to get his beloved away from those hands. Feliciano could only whimper, with only but one worry for his children despite how he tried to pull himself away, mouth dried for spells, weak and pained to try any of the bigger attacks.

“Something…is odd…” Khaos noticed Feliciano’s constant glances to the area he held, far from worry of cuts or even cleanliness.

No…there was something else. He had those very hands before him to see.

Slow, steady, managing to keep Feliciano still under grasps, he went for one, removing at a surprising silent pace. Feliciano tried to shout, tried to move away, to cry, but it only intensified the grasp from the other hand Khaos still kept. He couldn’t stop at his hand was now free, the glove useless on the ground, and the red jewel shone well, clean and beautiful in this disaster.

“Oh my…” Khaos inspected, but he was quick to come to conclusions, for eyes to widen and ring laughter to awake, for Kiku and Ludwig’s own reactions to reach, to fall, what they could see only trapping them more to the ground.

“Bearing! You went into battle bearing!” He shouted well in the area, an agreeable silence coming, all the near fighting stopping, surrounding soldiers, meeting with the news, Khaos raising Feliciano ever higher, exposed to a blame. Feliciano fretted, a break in his eyes that was delicious to Khaos. He tried to save the situation how he could, punching with intensity with his freed hand that showed everyone his expectance. It only worked to show that there was something else, so Khaos went to uncover the other gloved hand before he tried anything that could be successful.

“Ah! Twins!” He shouted, noticing the other jewel, raising Feliciano higher, now with a single hand, now having him hanging, finding it funny how Feliciano swung himself for an escape, kicking and grunting.

“Ludwig, you beast! You took my suggestion and enjoyed yourself. I’m actually kind of jealous, but what an outstanding job you have created.” He threw Feliciano, one of the hands landing right before Ludwig, the jewels there, true, red and…it was happening…Feliciano was…

Khaos noticed the oddity, the deep surprise in Ludwig’s eyes, how it kept him immobile, whatever spells or actions to try and raise him back up halted.

He was…trying to believe this.

“You…didn’t know?” He realized.

Ludwig glared at him, but with it Khaos came to understand enough.

“You didn’t know…” He turned to Kiku, kneeled forward, trying to get an impulse to move, but despite it…he could only stare at the jewel, commanded as well by the surprise.

“…you didn’t know.” Khaos turned to some of the other soldiers of the vicinity, different ones from different kingdoms, even some he noticed from his damned deceased sister’s. They were all just as paralyzed, as stricken to even do something to fight.

“None of you knew…nobody knew!” He shouted, well into the air, spun and letting it traverse across the field, ended with ferocious laughter. “How very unqueenly of you, Feliciano. Hiding such…blessing news,” he mocked with a sneer. “Augusta had twins herself, shortly before you know…she was supposed to face me. From what I know, it was because of that Romulus left her behind that day of the alignment. And oh! Now I get why you wanted to keep it a secret. Some trust you have in Ludwig, hm?” He teased, an annoying stance that Feliciano tried to punch at, but he was too weakened, it came out with nothing, not even a hit as he struggled to stand.

“Oh, no, no, no, we must protect the royal babies,” he cooed, evil still, moving away. He halted when he felt a sudden burn in his back, light magic he could tell. He expected to turn and see some annoying ant from the white kingdom, but he startled for a moment thinking it Augusta. No…it wasn’t her…it couldn’t be her. She grimaced, the magic in her hands intensifying and spreading like music, blackening more the skin under his robes, ready to shred he knew.

Despite how her hair was tousled, the dirt, the cuts, the bruises, even the way she slouched, she was fearsome, not letting herself minimize. He smirked, easily moving aside despite how he got the stronger part of the spell, an intense burn, but he walked past it, not wanting to show it, biting his teeth and only striding in the elegance and the fear inducing he wanted.

“I see you have a lot to talk about, so I better be off. I need to relax and have some tea. We can get back to business afterwards,” he turned and smirked, sadistic but even childlike, with a skip to his heals. A dark incantation and darkness spread across the area. All the dark men flew with him in smoke, to nothingness, to shocking silence, trace of evil gone, of battle screams, attacks, metal bangs, worded spells, nothing. Even the smoke, the smells, the haunting colors were gone, leaving it almost like nothing had ever happened.

Renata, sure that there was no threat that instant, much to her husband’s pull, she freed of it and kneeled next to her son, caressing his face, already starting healing spells and hurrying what she could with strains and blood stains. Vincenzo went and did the same with Ludwig.

“Amore! Amore! Tell me, where do you need the most help? What can I do?” She took in his arms, then settling them down until…the jewels, the proof…her youngest son was bearing, indeed twins…yet other grandchildren to have. Oh, in another situation she would have been ecstatic, jumping and shouting it to all, but now, she could only but sigh, give a slight caress, new weights of worry.

Feliciano didn’t want that…it was the whole reason he had hid it, avoiding this awful silence, blame, disappointment. There was another gaze worst, from blue eyes only, with anger and betrayal that Feliciano could feel burning on him without even having to look at Ludwig.

“Feliciano…” Kiku then came, wanting to offer his help alongside his mother, but of course…he was drawn to the jewels, still trying to understand, unknown and unsure, lost in even where to start.

Feliciano despised it all, glaring, moving his hands harshly away, hiding the marks by bringing both his hands together, hid in a cross on his chest.

“Mamma, Kiku, I need you to find him,” he went forward to commanding, trying to erase this.

“Khaos? Find Khaos? Feliciano, we really should be-”

“No…find him. I noticed a group of Amazonians still fighting in the area. Tell them I told you to join. Scout every part of the once field, get into the castle, dig, I don’t care, just find him.” There was such unfamiliar threat in his voice, refusing to look at them, at anybody, wanting to hide in a shelter of himself.

How they wanted to disobey, back out and instead work on the dealings needed for Feliciano and making sure the coming twins were safe as well. Renata raised a hand to argue, but the intensity she met in her son’s eyes, still in raging war, made her fear to a lowering, to an almost hypnotic state that forced her to stand, to even bow, taking Kiku alongside her to join.

“We shall,” she last said before they were off to the remnants of the last battles, through debris, bodies, smoke and battered weapons, to even worsened ruin lands in favor of obeying their Queen.

Feliciano thought he could finally breathe alone, away, but that’s when he noticed his father’s nearing, sharing the same array as the rest, a soothing in his voice as he was still trying to find the best way to speak to his own son.

“Feliciano…you still need to be taken to heal and…check. I will not take other orders.”

There were no others Feliciano could give him, no matter how he trembled as his mind tried to find something. It only worsened when he felt a near, connecting, and powerful figure stand despite his heavy injuries, walking forward, seeming to sink the ground around him and Feliciano wanted to join the dirt in whatever disappearance it took.

He couldn’t turn, he was too scared to turn. The last time he had felt like this with Ludwig…

he had tried so hard to forget those days, he thought them passed, a conquering that wouldn’t dare to come back, but here it was again and he had no other turn but to stare at those deepened lost blues of his husband. Unlike others, his glance to the jewels were quick, not as long as the ones he bore on Feliciano’s own eyes, speaking already anger, betrayal and large thoughts of disarrays.

“Ludwig…I…” Ludwig didn’t give him the chance to speak, he simply turned and walked, following the lead of some nurses, taking the forward walk himself even with a limp and a battered body. And Feliciano felt cold, felt like shivering if even the heats that now reigned this once snowy field. Let it take him, engulf him, right now it was better than continuing to meet icy eyes.

“…Feliciano…” his father called again, the hand on his shoulder comforting, gentle as he helped him to raise, forcing him to accept the aid of lean from the healers that came.

His body walked on its own by some unknown force. He felt blinded, not being able to see well where he was being taken to. His mind was lost to the answer of Ludwig’s silence, anger in it he could tell that refused to meet with him and a look of blue depths that he let himself flood in.

The jewels in his hands sank him heavier.

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