#palace devious woman

[controld3vil]

black cat

pairing(s): kenshi, johnny, havik, kuai liang/scorpion x gn!reader (seperate) synopsis: you’re a thief — a riff raff amongst the scum of seido. yet somehow you’re on the wrong side of justice, serving outworld. notes: - out of my volition, this was inspired by batman and cat woman’s cute dynamic <3 - LIKE REMBER THAT SCENE… where selina touches bruce’s face ?!?! (from batman 2022!!)

KENSHI TAKAHASHI -> There were many things Kenshi expected from his visit to the Outworld. Meeting you was not one of them. From your first encounter, you captured his attention — as subtle and graceful as a feline, he would say, your presence startled him and the rest of his friends. “General Shao, how unwise of you to berate our guests at first notice!” Your lively manner relieves the suspense between Outworld’s militaria and Earthrealm’s protector. He could discern the disturbance from the man in question as General Shao crudely sneered. Liu Kang clears his throat and gives you a content nod. You are fast — he thinks, always swift to leeway into conversations that have gone bitter. Kenshi does not recall mention of you - but it didn't matter.

-> “This is none of your concern, ambassador,” Shao’s words were only meant for disdain and spite. You modestly give a lazy smile — like a Cheshire, not taking his insult seriously. “Oh, but my duties are to accompany Liu Kang’s champions. The Empress demands it.” Your indulgence prevails when the general fails to make another quip. In the crowd, Kenshi is impressed by your way of words. You were an intriguing person – he will give you that. But you did not seem a person particularly invested in politics. You were apathetic to your job. -> At dinner, you conveniently visit his table with a wine glass. Liu Kang seemingly welcomes you, taking the seat across from the swordsman. Conversations were comfortable with you. As a diplomatic envoy, you’re surprisingly judgemental - and not afraid to communicate the demands of other cities. Glimpses from the princesses as you proceed with a story about the rulers of Sun Do. Infuriating it was to comply with their city’s needs like a glorified servant. Kitana is quick to pick on your drunken pursuit and drag you to your quarters. By the time you left, Kenshi felt enamored by you and your stories. “They're quite the character.”   -> There were rumors about you he could not ignore. Everywhere in the palace were snakes, more willing to let him know of your past. They say you were once a thief, a lowly criminal in the capital. How you came to become the royal ambassador was appalling to others at court. You were born into the lowest class. And here in Edenia, it was deemed as dishonorable. You did not grow up with the same education or environmental conditions. It makes Kenshi question your motives for coming here. How did you end up at this high establishment? It was not from pity - he knew from that. Maybe you were a strong fighter. Who was stubborn and willing to do anything to achieve your goals.  -> Unbeknownst, as his interest in you escalated, you took notice of him. The swordsman with an unfortunate past, you held compassion for Kenshi. And as your relationship bloomed, your respect for each other was apparent. You both worked harmoniously together well. In unison with your devious yet insightful strategies and his keen and precise swordsmanship. You taught Kenshi the ins and outs of the city. Tried to teach him how to steal and work up to the market sellers to bid lower prices. You always kept him on his toes. And Kenshi loved that about you. To you, the ex-yakuza held you in check – of your duties. Although he enjoys your time fooling around together, it would put the swordsman much at ease if you took your job seriously. With the realm's tense position, he urges you to take control and compromise with the other cities for the coming battle. And hopefully, when the war is over, the two of you will reconcile your relationship and make it official. [ kenshi ]: how can i convince you to stop stealing? [ you ]: have you ever thought about asking nicely?

JOHNNY CAGE -> He’s the one to catch you first. Johnny had clear suspicions of you during the first night of the tournament. When you spoke with officials and the royal family, it was too noticeable to miss. You were hiding something - Johnny wanted to get to the bottom of it. He finds your kindness to the princesses overbearing. Because why would a constable be affiliated with the royal family more than themselves? And the movie star had to open his mouth at dinner, eyeing you down with an arched brow. -> “Uh Liu Kang, I don’t mean to be rude but,” Both your eyes make contact – he quickly reverts his view to the god in question, “I think that person’s kinda shady, don’t you think?” His remark makes the rest of the Earth’s champions freeze, and the tightness of the air becomes far too evident. Liu Kang pauses, setting his teacup down, and looks to where you stand. From the far corner, you were chatting with Li Mei, arms crossed. You were enjoying your discussion until you sensed Liu Kang’s stare to tilt your head and give a playful wave. The First Constable thought nothing of your actions, how accustomed she is to how you acted around Earthrealmers, always telling them outlandish lies about Outworld. And constantly pretending to commit some heinous crime against the royal family. Something you would never do. -> “Fear not, Johnny Cage. They are no threat.” The Fire God’s words relieved the tension in the air. As everyone’s shoulders relax, Johnny probes on. He knows what trouble looks like – his mother was a cop! However, Kenshi waves his bickering off and waves them off as dull excuses. Nothing to worry about? You could be doing something behind the Empress and Constable's back. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself that got his attention. Or the comments his mentor sarcastically made about the dangers of Outworld. It was unlike Johnny to feel this paranoid. He had to figure out who you were. -> The movie star believed that once he caught you in an act, it would prove to his friends and Liu Kang that he was right about you. When he, Kung Lao, and Kenshi snuck into Shang Tsung's laboratory, surprisingly not, you were there alongside Rain, Tanya, and Princess Mileana on a medical chair. Just when Shang Tsung slowly approached the princess with a syringe with Tarkart's blood, they attacked. The movie star willingly stepped in your direction as if he caught you red-handed. “I knew it! You were behind all of this!” -> Everything turned bitter when Kenshi lost his eyesight to Mileana’s outbreak. It leaves a foul taste in Johnny's mouth once the situation is to be the treatment for the princess’s prolonged illness. When the royal guards come, you turn to face the Earthrealmers. “Did you truly think I would go against the royal family?” There was a flash of fury to scorn. “You Earthrealmers know nothing about Outworld business.” Johnny could only accept his wrongdoings, face facing down to the floor in shame and guilt. While what Liu Kang suspected of Shang Tsung was true – his assumptions of you weren’t. And for that, the movie star genuinely feels like he has misjudged you entirely. -> It takes time for him to reconcile with you. Escaping from Shang Tsung’s laboratory with his friends, he doesn’t meet you again. But when Earthrealm compromises with Outworld, you reappear alongside Li Mei and the royal family. In a different light, you’re easy on the eyes. Johnny desperately tries to make it up to you, always finding ways to warm up to your bitterness. Though much like a cat, you’re persistent and glares in his direction. Soon after, he learns of your past and is suddenly guilt-ridden even more.

-> Your relationship is a slow and rocky one. The two of you did not see eye to eye at the start. Johnny was wary of you, and you only made it worse by indulging in it. You two were at odds with each other. However, Johnny was somehow smitten with you. You were cunning and sly in all the ways a constable shouldn’t be. It was one of the ways he got your attention – suggesting all kinds of schemes against his friends. Your past never bothered him. Stead, it’s something he’s proud of you for. “I mean, thief turned cop? Now that’s a story I can get behind.” It brings a sort of middle ground and closure to both of you. [  johnny ]: look i know i misjudged you pretty harshly, how can i make it up to you? [ you ]: you can start by loaning me some money.

HAVIK -> He longs for you. Havik is too cruel and adamant to tell you, but he misses you. Many years before you left Seido, you were happily thriving as a criminal. He recalls his younger years, you and him pillaging villages. Stealing all you can to survive in the cruel world they decided to reject you from. Back then, you were free – out of touch with humanity and the rest of the Outworld. You didn’t care for his plans to run Seido to the ground and bring chaos. You didn’t understand it – you were merely teenagers, children. -> Before long, you slipped out of Havik's hand. The life you two endured was not living. Every day, you struggle to find food and shelter to stay by. It did not help for your kleptomaniac habits, mugging passing citizens of whatever they had on. Eventually, it had caught up to you, Havik deciphers. Because why else would you leave him? Unlike him, you left clues for the military to track you. You loved the thrill of leading them to nowhere. -> But now, the thought of you brings turmoil into his heart. He sees you in the distance when Quan Chi is interrupted by a former ally. There you were, he stands almost in shock and petrification. Havik was furious. All he could focus on was the plan to allow time to release Quan Chi’s creation, Ermac. He never considered where you would be until now that you were on the opposite side of justice. Why? -> “How could you,” Your name runs down his tongue like a pack of needles. It’s difficult to pronounce your name after many years of separation. Whatever he felt for you was long diminished in the fire he created when he left Seido. “After so many years, this was where you were.” He didn’t expect less from you when you curtly accepted his words. Yes, you said – it’s so bitter against him. What happened to you? When did you become so weak against the hierarchy? Where were you when he set ablaze to the city and joined forces with Darius? -> “What we had would have never worked,” You say this truthfully, getting into a defensive position. It hurts - how easily you dismiss it. Havik never thought of himself as a sentimental man – but the thought of you returning to him was a constant in his mind. From days to years to his study of sorcery and alliance with Quan Chi, Havik has destroyed more cities than he can count. Leaving you was a blessing in disguise. Because of his misfortunes, Havik retained powers that could destroy civilization. It drove him mad. -> Even with you against him, he was more than willing to suggest an act of mercy – if you were inclined to break a few bones. [ havik ]: look how weak you've become. have you not forgotten where you came from? [ you ]: i remember it clearly. you are the one who has gone too far!

KUAI LIANG/SCORPION -> Kuai Liang met you more than once during his time in Outworld. He merely appears when Lord Liu Kang intends to be present with business with the Empress. Years prior, it was the Emperor. But with the reign of Sindel, peace and prosperity had become a failing occurrence between both realms. Outworld claims to be growing more powerful – to overpower Earthrealm for the upcoming tournament. It makes Kuai Liang question his integrity and place at the palace when the Fire God asks for his presence instead of his brother. Bi-Han is the grandmaster of Lin Kuei, “Shouldn’t Bi-Han be the better option to accompany you?” -> “I do not want to provoke the Empress,” Liu Kang explains, looking at him from the portal. The pyromancer had confidence in his protector, nodding. His plain response was all it took to understand the weight of their appearance in Outworld. Though Bi-Han would be the rightful companion, it is Kuai Liang – the younger and more compliant brother who could ease into any circumstance. But his nerves are jaded. Kuai Liang is nervous, not knowing what the occasion was for. There could be many reasons for their requested presence. Yet he could not think of one that involved Lin Kuei.  -> Scorpion’s mindset eases when you surprise him. Guests are presumably guided by the First Constable, Li Mei, to the courtyard leading to the royal palace. Your head pops out from a bush, smiling in all your glory. “Lord Liu Kang, what a pleasant surprise!” The fire user's heart pounces every time you do this. It would be wrong not to expect you to greet Outworld guests in such an unconventional manner. Your name comes easily to the Fire God, with a sense of familiarity. “How nice of you to see us first,” Even Liu Kang takes joy in you. Unlike the many faces of the royal court, you are much more tolerable and pleasant to converse with. Even Kuai Liang thinks highly of you. -> Nodding your hair flows in such an elegant way. The Empress dotted you – but your loyalties lay with General Shao. Your go-lucky personality was in defiance of your rank as a lieutenant general. Yes, Kuai Liang recalled the previous tournaments and how distant Lin Kuei was from the Outworld’s military. They do not see eye to eye in handling foreign threats and commoners. It is your chief's distaste for Earthrealm, always speaking out of malice. But you were not like General Shao or Reiko. You never showed hatred towards Lin Kuei or Earthrealm. -> Kuai Liang feels restful chatting with you. He sat in the conference room with the Fire God as the rest of the court minded their seats. In such a large establishment, it holds divinity and high status, not even Kuai Liang is used to. Empress Sindel, alongside General Shao, you and Reiko arrive and take your respective seats. You are a few seats left of him and warmly nod in Scorpion's direction. He flushes at how a casual gesture from you can incite him. -> Ordinarily, matters began. The pyromancer had no desire to speak amongst the crowd, only per Liu Kang’s permission. Yet, a disagreement broke the two sides of the table in half. “Why should we allow Earthrealmers to roam unworldly like children while our cities burn?” General Shao and his recurring rants about Earthrealm. No one could convince him otherwise, not even the Empress. He then directly sneers at Liu Kang. Kuai Liang darts a stern look until he hears your voice in the corner, standing firm from all the voices that cower over you. There is a hint of softness out of the goodness of your heart addressing your superior. Compared to life in Earthrealm, life is precious, a tangent between innocence and purity, something Outworld is indifferent to.

-> In response, a repulsed look forms on Shao’s face. “You dare defend Liu Kang's wishes? You have no right!” In truth, you knew you could never quench his thirst to repress Earthrealm. But to try to diminish his outrageous outburst for another day is good enough. Curses and insults were spat from all sides, even directed towards you. You and your kind would not understand. You come from the slums of Seido. Do not forget your place, soldier. The court is a spoiled place even Kuai Liang wishes never to be a part of. Tonight was apparent why. You, who only spoke of the truth and fairness, were brought down by your general. It was unacceptable.   -> In the late hours at the palace, Scorpion resides in the guest room, where he fails to find peace. Liu Kang had bid him to rest to prepare for the following days to the other cities they must visit. But the second brother of Lin Kuei failed to do so. The palace was too foreign to the cold tundra of his home. Eventually, he chose to take a walk across the courtyard. The moon was bright and shadowed all the land. The murky ponds had unbloomed lotuses. They were not in season yet. He could still make out the premature colors from their early forms. The ripples of water were tranquil, featherlike. And of the reason why he did not notice your presence before. -> His body freezes when you tap his shoulder. His breath comes short before choking out your name. “Must you always frighten your guests?” You laugh, seeing how startled he has become. “My apologies, Scorpion. I could not resist,” Nights like these with you were ideal. Prevalent to his previous visits, the two of you would do all sorts of activities. You would invite him everywhere, across the palace and into the city. Wherever you went, he would follow willingly. A heartwarming meal by the port. Or even now, a peaceful walk through the gardens. With you, nothing is dull. -> However, when you are not running around, you are predictable. Such as now, as you both rest at a stone bench. Across, the pond was luminescent of the reflection of the night sky. If you were to look, it would be like looking in a mirror, the water clear as crystal. “I’m assuming you leave at first light?” Tragic how your relationship is. You and Kuai Liang reunite with each other like strangers, never touching. In another, you were like twin flames, never leaving. A small part of Kuai Liang feels regret for every time you depart on missions. He will never see you again for some time. “General Shao was furious! It was his way of punishing me for talking out of turn.” He has no right, is what Kuai Liang wanted to say. But with how things were, he said nothing. -> But you look beautiful like this, under the moonlight wake. Without the garments that shield your figure, you are relaxed. The days that turn to months are cruel - but willing to linger for you. Fortunately, a few moments of silence allowed you to rise, brushing the nonexistent dusk from your pants. You had nothing else to say to Kuai Liang. Was he expecting something? He follows your pursuit and looks at you promptly. Without the mask, he is handsome. “Maybe under different circumstances, we would have more time,” Your heart skips as you slyly glance at him. Placing a hand on his jaw, “Maybe next time…” You see his eyes trail from your fingers to your lips. It was not right - you both knew that. [ scorpion ]: the general's mistreatment of you is unacceptable. [ you ]: (laugh) fortunately that is how things work in outworld.

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[sscamanderr]

Gods Above, Devils Below

Raphael x reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, bit of dub/con

Near-blistering air carried with it smoldering embers and the faintest hint of cherries. The House was his domain, the very pores in the rock filled with his scent, meant to overwhelm and lay claim to all those who enter and all those who would never leave. Despite this control Raphael had over his hellish home, it was steadily dwindling in the presence of the creature before him. Her scent was all that surrounded him. Her face that clouded his dreams. Her, the darling who bartered her soul so that her friends could be heroes and save her home of Baldur’s Gate. An honorable act had earned her a fool’s fate.

How the gods above should see her now, playing servant at his side on one of his castle’s many balconies with stoicism etched into her expressions, stray hairs whipped about her face by hell-wind. A golden tray with an ancient bottle of wine and a single goblet rested atop her upturned palms. Her eyes were frozen at a point ahead on the jagged and ashen landscape of his palace safely tucked away in his slice of Avernus. The darling dared not look at him—dared not spare him a glance that would hold him over through the night.

His lips curled in annoyance and he swore the woman braced herself. The slightest puff of her chest, the stiffening of her back already pin-straight. Raphael could not deny the swell of devious pride that just his change in attention caused such a reaction in her. She had been seeing him even without looking.

“Do pretend to be happy, little mouse. I could have you scoured away in my dungeons in Hope’s place, should you keep up your display of disrespect,”

He reveled in the way the delicate muscle under her eye twitched.

“Hope is a much better prize than I, devil, but do what you wish.”

Raphael let out a spirited sound from his chest. “Ha! What I wish for is a little appreciation for your current arrangement,” his eyes trailed down the woman’s body, the gossamer gown the color of the surrounding barren landscape leaving little to the imagination if he were to squint, “I allow you almost entirely free reign of the palace, meals, baths, music—“

“And endless poetry from yours truly?” She quipped. Her stoney stature finally broke. Raphael’s way to rejoice was to grace her with a slowly creeping smile.

“You’re such wonderful inspiration. Prayers ignored by the gods, forgotten by friends you risked your soul for,” the devil clenched a fist, “A little darling in the clutches of a fiend forevermore,”

Her gaze soured. The tray in her hands wobbled dangerously. “I know what I’ve done. That does not mean I have to enjoy it,”

“Ah, but it’s such a delight to try. Who knew lending fine treatment only leads to your torture instead?”

“‘Fine treatment’? I’m a servant,”

“My servant, yes,” Raphael stood, noting the way her eyes followed his form. He wondered if it would always be fear behind her fierce gaze or if he could see it change to awe. Or desire. Then he wondered again if he preferred the fear a little too much. “That’s what your contract says, dear one,”

“I know what it says!” She snapped. With a breath strained with anger she set the tray with his wine down on the small round side table nearby before it toppled completely. She stormed away from him, towards devils know where. Raphael remained quiet as he followed close behind—Oh how he loved to rile his little pet. He admired the glimpse of supple thigh as the material of her dress whipped around her legs in her movements of fury.

“Something burdens you,” Raphael gave no warning as his hand shot out to grip her wrist. The woman came to an abrupt halt at the threshold of his balcony. The golden bracer adorning her wrist clinked softly. “I gave your friends the solution they’d been fighting for, the happy ending you felt they so deserved. Yet you feel they don’t deserve it, right?”

Her jaw worked around her stuttered reply. “O-Of course they do.”

“Then what still burns so harshly in that brave heart of yours?” Raphael’s insides sang at the roll of her eyes.

“Do I really have to answer that?” She asked the air in front of her. Raphael gave but a small tug that had her spinning to face him.

His voice took a darker pitch. “Oh, I command it,”

This glorious creature of his stood shorter than he but perfected the act of looking down her nose at him nonetheless.

“Release me, devil,”

“That was not negotiable,” his grip tightened and the woman winced. She looked into his eyes, looking upon how they blazed in her presence. “And do call me Raphael,”

“Just yesterday you told me ‘it’s master to you’,”

“Answer,” he warned, and the woman squirmed. Her nostrils flared, that fire in her heart spread; Raphael basked in the heat.

“I regret every second,” she spat. “I called them friends. I held them. I even shared in their kisses. But they allow me to sell myself to help their cause. They left me down here to rot in a devil’s prison,”

Raphael inhaled deeply, audibly. “Your bitterness becomes you, darling. The taste of it is marvelous,”

The woman flinched, and he did not know if it came from his words or disbelief of her own. Raphael answered for her. “There it is. The truth you've been denying yourself of for all the time you’ve been in my domain,”

His little mouse’s fire doused. Raphael opened his fingers and she tucked her hand away. She hugged her arms across her chest, silky fabric catching gently on the gold bracer. “I did what I thought was right. I can only blame myself.”

“That is what I find most fascinating about you, dear one,” Raphael held her gaze and stepped closer, causing his delightful dear to maintain the distance with a hasty step backward.

“What’s fascinating?” Her question dripped with wariness though she refused to shrink away from him as he neared once again.

“Your loyalty to those most cruel to you. So-called friends wouldn’t leave you here this long without at least an attempt of rescue,” Raphael began, watching the woman’s nose crinkle, “The gods didn’t listen to you,”

“As you love to point out, devil,”

“Raphael,” he stated; a repeat reminder. “Let me finish now, pet.” He stalked forward until the woman had nowhere to run, nowhere to flee. Her back pressed against the stone railing behind her and her mouth pinched in helpless frustration. “The gods didn’t listen to you…” Raphael brought his knuckle under her chin and tipped it up so he could gaze upon the face that brought him such delicious turmoil, “but I will,”

Pretty lips parted and breath hitched. The struggle with realization danced behind her eyes. Her chin jerked back and away from his touch. What terrible games she played.

“There is nothing you can offer me,” she swallowed; Raphael watched her throat move and wanted to wrap his hand around it.

“On the contrary, my darling,” he pressed closer, sliding a leg between her own and finding now resistance. Her shock was evident, but she quickly gathered her wits and bared her teeth.

“You have Haarlep for your filthy needs,” The bite of her words left no marks.

“What of your filthy needs?” Raphael felt a smirk pull at his lips. “We are bound, dear one. I feel your loneliness—the ache it bears on you. You miss the affection of your companions. Look to me to remedy that,”

“I hate even looking upon your face, devil,” her palms pushed on his chest only to find him immovable. He took her hands in his and maneuvered her to face away. She yelped as her stomach pressed against the railing.

“Then don’t,” Raphael hissed in her ear from behind; he heard her swear in response. His hands released hers and they trailed up her arms. She dared not move. Gently as he wished, they slid over her trembling shoulders. Down her sides, to her hips.

Rage pooled around her, mixed with something else.

“You said you’d listen to me,” her statement sounded more like a question, asked with a sigh. Resignation. That’s what he detected.

“Yes, pet,”

Her hands gripped the stone she pressed against, “I want to see what my sacrifice helped,” she breathed unevenly, “That’s all I ask. I want to know exactly what I was worth,”

Raphael summoned a shimmering visage of the world above, of a healing Faerûn. Not free of conflict, but not at war; not under threat of the Elderbrain. Raphael felt the woman in his arms shake against his front but she held her head high.

“Thank you.” The statement was whispered but it echoed through him with all the strength it took her to say it.

“I am a man of my word, dear one,” he bowed his head and kissed the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder. Another shudder ran through her. This time she did not resist.

“Make it quick,” she said. Her words were edged with malice.

“You ask impossible things of me,” Raphael nipped at her earlobe. It earned him a growl. He drank it in as his hands crawled over the front of her thin gown. The piece draped in front lifted with weightless ease. His darling shifted, making the curve of her ass press against his hips.

She remained wordless as he grazed the bare plane of her belly with his fingertips. He brought himself closer against her, molding around her body and gliding his mouth over her neck. “I want to touch you, dear one. I will touch you, in all the ways we both need,” She inhaled sharply as his hand sank further down her torso and his middle finger found the slit of her. Heat pulsed from her swollen bud under the pad of his finger. Raphael let out a deep purr.

His darling bit back a moan. “Damn it, devil…”

He chuckled darkly as collected her wetness and began to rub rhythmic circles. Her jaw opened soundlessly beneath his lips. Raphael parted from her enough to watch her eyes flutter closed. Fingers joined together and applied more pressure. She whined. Music to his ears. The devil played her sensitive body like organ keys. Her back bowed. In arching her back she became a crescent moon. Glowing and pure in his world of darkness. Just a little sliver of her could make him howl. And he heard it.

“Raphael…” she pleaded. He could have crashed into his own climax with the brush of a hand. His name cried from her lips brought the old devil halfway to salvation.

His fingers curled and pumped inside her tight heat, slick dripping between them. She came undone with her head thrown back against his shoulder, knees weakening enough to make him hold her up with his own body. His darling collapsed into him, knuckles white from her grip around the stone railing. His chin nuzzled her hair and lips planted a kiss to her temple. Embers and cherries scented the air. Teeth grazed her neck, begging to sink in and claim her.

There was no need. Her soul already his. Now her body too. Maybe now she would come to welcome him enthusiastically, to let him make her forget the shared moments of intimacy with her companions. Maybe now she would look upon him without fuss, and with reverence as he tasted more and more of her. The possibilities made his fiendish heart race.

As he panted into her skin, he thought of the numerous deals he refused made by her friends for her release. Some more tempting than others: ascension, a throne, a crown. Raphael found it all too easy to resist. He’d gotten what he’d desired and he’d tell her one day about her friends’ attempts at being heroes again. Only when he was sure they could both laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it. Only when he was sure she would choose nothing else than to be at his side. Raphael could taste the delight of that future on his tongue. He would have it one day. They had eternity together, after all.

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[localtheorycorner]

Madame Kaji's role

Madame Kaji is a headstrong, strong-willed, sharp tongued, yet caring woman in Blue Eye Samurai. We see her softer side when she was heartbroken that Kinuyo was taken from her by Boss Hamata. Her disdain for men shows up when she tells Akemi that men are weak, yet still feel the need to be powerful.

Eventually Madame Kaji and her girls are recruited to be Akemi's Lady-in-waitings, her advisors, and her companions in the palace. We see that Madame Kaji is serious about the job when she sees Mizu. Stating that it was improper of a man to be in the womens' quarters, and that she saw how Mizu watched the guards take Akemi away. Madame Kaji only budges when Mizu mentions that Akemi is in danger. So, we see that Madame Kaji does care for Akemi.

The question now is, what will be Madame Kaji's role in the future? With Seki dead, I believe that Madame Kaji will become Akemi's new mentor. But, she will differ from Seki. Madame Kaji will most likely assist Akemi's goal to becoming great. Chances are, she will encourage Akemi to manipulate her husband even further to give Akemi more power in the palace. After all, Madame Kaji did advise Akemi, "...nurture his weakness and become his strength."

Madame Kaji will push Akemi to become ruthless and manipulative to gain power in court. We've already seen Akemi manipulate Taigen during sex when she convinced him that Mizu did not give him a proper duel. Madame Kaji will Akemi the push she needs to gain control in the palace. If Seki taught Akemi how to bring honour, then Madame Kaji will teach her how to take it. Either by manipulation or by swaying the court to her favour.

I noticed that I thought Madame Kaji and Lady Ito were similar in a way. They were both women in positions of authority. (Lady Ito is currently the Empress and Madame Kaji was the manager in a brothel before becoming Akemi's Lady-in-Waiting.) Both Madame Kaji and Lady Ito have no problem with talking back to Akemi. Also both are intelligent, well-spoken, have groups of people that are loyal to them (Lady Ito's clan, sons, and the nobles in court. Madam Kaji and her girls.) And both are ruthless when it comes to their enemies. Lady Ito made her son lock the door behind them, trapping the nobles, because they saw the Shogun's less honourable side. While Madame Kaji killed Boss Hamata due to his abuse.

Since Lady Ito had made it clear she does not like Akemi, I believe that Madame Kaji will be her foil. Her parallel of some sort. Both women share multiple qualities but one is at the top of society while the other has been near the bottom almost her whole life. From what I have seen of Lady Ito, I believe that she will look down on Madame Kaji and will have a rivalry with her. Same with Madame Kaji, since Lady Ito has constantly taunted Akemi during her stay at the palace.

Madame Kaji will most likely become the key for Akemi to gain the upper hand against the Empress. Perhaps Madame Kaji or one of her girls will overhear of a secret of the Empress. Remember that Lady Ito knew of her husband's secret tradings with the West and kept it on the down low. She probably has some secrets of her own as well. Secrets that could strip her of her power or ruin her reputation.

When the palace burnt down, we learned that Akemi's father is still alive. Akemi offers to take care of him, but she has a devious smile. Akemi will try to punish her father in some way of course, but I believe she will also try to use him. From what we've seen from Akemi, she doesn't use brute force to control people. She prefers emotional manipulation. She's done this to Taigen, the random man she served in the brothel, and her husband to get her way.

Akemi's way of control lines up with Madame Kaji's view on how women get their revenge. Stating that revenge is a luxury for men, but women need to be more practical and focus on the result. They make the perfect duo. An experienced, cunning, and cutthroat advisor paired up with a ruler who is ambitious, conniving, and eager to play Go with the people around her as her Go pieces.

They will most definitely pair up to use Akemi's father for their plans. Whether through blackmail or something more sinister. Perhaps they will use Madame Kaji's girls to eavesdrop on important conversations that hold secrets of the royal family. No matter the method, Madame Kaji will ensure that Akemi will achieve greatness because not only will it benefit Akemi's future, but also her girls' future.

Seki was the mentor that Akemi needed while growing up, but Madame Kaji is the advisor that Akemi needs if she wants to navigate the backstabbing, dishonourable royal court to get to the top.

#mizu #akemi #akemi blue eye samurai #taigen #seki bes #theory #blue eye samurai #madame kaji

[kayhi808]

Darkling's Pet - 4

Previous

Nataliya's spent hours riding off the main paths. Trying to keep hidden from the more devious & dangerous travelers you might come across in the middle of the night. Also thinking to avoid any of Kirigan's trackers he may have dispatched, if he noticed her missing. It would be especially dangerous to be a Greisha traveling alone so she left her Kefta in the Dark General's tent. Her heart breaks at the thought of all the lives lost. It still feels like she's living a nightmare.

She understands the war. She's aware of the atrocities committed against her people. She's a part of the Second Army. She wants to stop the attacks of the Frejdan against her Greisha. But tonight, Kirigan took her gift to incite such anger and rage in his troops. She didn't even know her gift could be used like that. She saw with her own eyes the needless slaughter of dozens of children, toddlers & infants. Defenseless women and elderly were at the mercy of the troops. Murdered. All on the orders of the man she loved, General Kirigan.

She believed him to be fair & just. War was not an easy thing, but he was a good leader. He shouldered the responsibility with quiet dignity. She was drawn to his dark good looks at first. Then his sad smiles, twisted at her soul. She loved bringing a true smile to his face. To make him laugh, it transformed the serious General into a young man enjoying time spent with his love.

Nataliya has never known a love like his. He was an overwhelming force in her life. Swept up in his sweet words. Wanting to believe they were soulmates. He kept her at his side, making many women, as well as men, at court jealous. Countless evenings spent wrapped up in each other. His body commanding hers to match him in the passion he would ignite.

He was so confident in his hold over her. Part love & now fear. He thought sex and sweet promises would make her forget the terrible things he's capable of. To him, she was nothing but a woman, easily manipulated. Easy to use. "Say that you are mine, little Zaya," he hisses in her ear. His fingers entwined with hers, pinned above her head. His hips continuing to rock against hers. His cock dragging against her tight walls, edging her until she promises love & obedience.

******

The metal door scrapes against the stone floor of Nataliya's cell, well below the Little Palace. The screech ricochets through her head. So weary and exhausted, she doesn't even bother to open her eyes. Is this another nightmare? Is this real life? Whatever threat is coming her way, she welcomes it. Anything to end her misery.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor, Zaya," the General croons to her. A whimper escapes from her dry cracked lips. The nightmares visited by the General are always the worst. Was it going to be painful punishments or sweet words & gentle hands that she knew where false.

Warmth. The General places a warm dry hand against her forehead. Her skin cold & clammy. "You have no one to blame but yourself." Trying to turn her face into his warm hand, her whimpers turn into soft sob as he pulls away from her. "I gave you so much. And how do you repay me? Hmmm?" Nataliya tries to curl tighter into herself, anticipating the beating that would follow.

"Answer me!" She can hear his bootsteps pacing the length of the small cell. "You run. You abandon your fellow Greisha. You become a deserter. Treasonous!" His pacing stops, "Do you know how we deal with deserters?"

Just do it!! Nataliya silently screams this in her head. Exhausted, she wants this to all end. She prays to the Saints for death.

"You ran from ME, Nataliya. You abandoned ME." She hears the break in his voice. She feels his breath against her face & she flinches. "You promised me love. We were soulmates, destined. I waited an eternity for you." His warm hand caresses her cheek this time. Warmth. It travels to cup her chin, "Look at me, Zaya," he softly whispers.

She opens her eyes and even though the light is dim, she's been in pitch black for ...she doesn't know how long, she squints trying to adjust. Her Dark General. So beautiful. His mournful dark eyes meet her gaze. "I gave you my love. And this is how you repay me? You lie to me and abandon me."

I...I...I did. I promised him. Her sobbing turns to crying.

"Did I not give you everything you could have ever wanted? All you had to do was ask and it was yours."

"Do you prefer this life? Down here?" His hand quickly jerks to the side and she hears loud squealing. Screaming. It must be coming from a rat in her cell. "Is this what you want?!"

Nataliya breaks down into loud hysterical sobs. Shaking her head in the negative. "P...please. I'm s...sorry." She hears a crunch and then silence from the rat. Kirigan tosses it to the side and grabs Nataliya trying to sit her up from her place on the floor. Her begging and crying increases. He's touching her with the hand he killed the rat with. She wants to start screaming, too.

"Swear to me that you will obey. Swear it!" He gives her a harsh shake. "Swear it, or I will leave you down here. I will not let you escape in death. I will tie you down and let those rats feast on you. Then I'll have your healers come down here..."

"I swear! I swear! I'll be good. I'll be so good. Please!" He releases her, letting her cry. He leans up against the opposite wall watching. Her hiccups finally stop and her voice is hoarse. "F..forgive me. I'll obey. I promise. Please, General. I'm so so sorry."

He walks to the door where she only now notices Ivan, the General's Heartrenderer. Ivan walks towards her, and her world goes black.

*****

Wrapped in a blanket, so not to be touched by her filth, Ivan dumps Nataliya's body on an exam table in the infirmary. "Heal her and clean her up. The General will be by for her later."

@arwensloanebarnes @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @k-marzolf @snowkestrel @terry2227 @jvanilly

#the darkling #the darkling x oc #general kirigan #general kirigan x oc #aleksander kirigan #alexander morozova

[quitealotofsodapop]

Answering all three Asks I have about The True Immortal Compliant in "The Monkey King and the Infant" au:

Answering asks from @justweirddino and @kyliecatqueen + an anonymous;

Pretty much yeah; the whole Monkie Gang only start out barely tolerating True Immortal Compliant/TIC/Ruyi. Wukong (+ most characters who know about the incident) thinks he's a scumbag for extorting the Kingdom of Women all those years ago. But DBK really wants to see his little brother again (the bull has been locked up for hundreds of years) and begs for them to be at least polite when he visits.

TIC is like that creepy mega-right-wing uncle that you have to put up with at thanksgiving and/or christmas. Has really harsh, outdated opinions on womens health. Makes dirty jokes at others expense. But since he's a guest, you don't want to be rude and call him out. In general a dinner with him is more painful than the furnace in SWK's opinion.

After its over Shadowpeach are like; "Lets never speak to him again." "Agreed".

Then a couple of years pass and Spicynoodles are expecting their first baby(s). Uncle TIC makes himself known. At first DBK and Red Son believe he's emerged to establish contact with his future grand-niblings. PIF is suspicious; she knows her brother-in-law still has access to that Spring Water, and that TIC has been enjoying his new life of luxury in the Underworld...

Red Son is like the little kid who used to think his uncle was cool, then as he got older realized that a lot of stuff was red-flags. He makes sure not to give MK/Xiaotian any drink provided by TIC.

It comes to a head when TIC invites the whole Spicynoodle fam + grandparents to his palace in the Underworld in the lead up to the Spicynoodle wedding. The volcanic, super-hot Demon Bull Palace in the Underworld.

At dinner there's nothing but wine/baijiu to drink. Luckily most of the fam packed their own supply of water/iced tea for the journey and give that to MK to drink so he isn't dying of thirst. The micro-aggression does not go unnoticed however.

Later on in the night, MK gets out of bed to stretch his legs (babies making a ruckus), only to be summoned by TIC sitting in the drawing room. A platter holding a pitcher of water, two full glasses, and wedges of lemon just sitting there on the table.

TIC: "Why don't you sit with me and drink? I'm so sorry I'd forgotten your... limitation during dinner." MK: "Um... it's no problem really. I'll sit for a bit. Kids were just keeping me awake is all."

A few moment of awkward convo pass. @justweirddino describes the perfect proceeding scenario. MK is just swirling his glass of water, glaring into it as TIC sits with his own empty glass.

TIC: "You're not drinking." MK: "You poured the glasses before I came in. I didn't see you pour yours." TIC: *Pupils dilate a little but tries not to show any emotion* MK: *pours half the contents of his into TIC's own glass* "It wouldn't be fair to drink mine with yours empty. Drink up!" TIC: *hand shaking as he takes his glass. hesistates taking a sip.* MK, still as brightly as before: "The Demon Bull Family has such a rich history! I really can't help looking into it, seeing how I'm gonna be part of the family really soon!" TIC: *Sweats* MK: "And of course I love hearing how our families interacted during my dad's pilgrimage. Including a really funny chapter involving the Kingdom of Women." TIC: *oh shit reaction* MK, smile turning devious: "You really thought I was that stupid did you?" *lets out the loudest Help!/Danger! chirp he can* Outside the drawing room: *frantic boss music starts playing and getting closer*

TIC barely makes it out of the room alive.

Fun fact about the Spring Water. Half a bowl/goblet is sufficient to cure a pregnancy. But more than that? According to the old woman in Journey to the West that helped Zhu Bajie and Tripitaka; "Any more will dissolve your insides."

Wukong helpfully provides the above knowledge and proceeds to nearly strangle TIC to death.

It wasn't just a simple "remove future heirs"-plan.

It was also a "remove nephew's spouse"-plan.

Once the group learns that last bit, Red Son has to be held back by multiple family members/bull clones to stop him from delivering his Uncle straight to The 10 Kings themselves.

As you can imagine, this was the final straw for DBK. He can deal with a jerk of a little brother - but for his own flesh and blood to try and murder his future son-in-law and unborn grandbabies? Zero contact immediately. Thank you for dinner, never speak to us again or we will destroy you.

Bonus horror/crime idea of TIC;

Princess Iron Fan is comforting MK as TIC is being dragged away to answer for his crimes. She smells the glass and winces.

PIF: "Urgh. No wonder you noticed it. It smells so bitter. Almost like..." PIF: *Drops the glass, shattering it on the ground. Hands clutching her mouth as she remembers the times in the far past when she and DBK had tried for children. A servant always bringing her a familiarly-foul smelling tea when the queen became "nauseous/unwell".* MK, immediately worried: "Yuemu! [mother-in-law] Are you ok?" PIF: "...I'm going to kill him." *wind teleports out of there* MK: *is left confused, but understands her anger*

So yeah, when TIC shows up he doesn't escape post-S4 alive.

#the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #spicynoodles being parents #pregnancy tw #spicynoodlesshiping #spicynoodles #qi xiaotian #lmk red son #trans mk #true immortal compliant #immortal ruyi #lmk character ideas #lmk pif #lmk princess iron fan #lmk dbk #lmk demon bull king #lmk demon bull family #attempted murder tw

[dangermousie]

This is my fave scene in ep 7:

The biggest lie ever! God, I love Togon.

I loathe Tanasiri, or what she becomes, but she really is completely unequipped to be the empress and her father did her a huge disservice by not preparing her. She has been spoiled and cosseted her whole life but she cannot thrive in the palace because she's so blinkered. The dowager who she knows loathes her sends her a scent and she views it as a bribe (instead of infertility inducing drug which is what it is), Togon tells her he swoons for her and she accepts it as true tho if she used any brain cells she'd realize a man is hardly likely to dote on a woman he just met whose father tried to murder him, murdered half his fam and then used the marriage as condition for letting him live. She has been treated as a treasure for so long she basically assumes adulation is her due and so it makes her unable to see things for what they are.

She, unlike Togon or SN or Wang Yu, has never had to be powerless and that paradoxically becomes her weakness - she cannot imagine a world where she isn't catered to and so assumes everything at face value. Regardless of how handsome and charming Togon can be when he puts his devious mind to it, any other woman would at least wonder or, if she had any brains, be full on cautious. But not Tanasiri - it is her due to be adored after all.

Too bad Togon is many things but Prince Charming he is not:

Even early on, all the seeds of eventual Togon are there and I love that the drama "allows" him to go dark in so many ways.

My unhinged, murderous darling! Who I safely admire from behind the screen. In real life, I'd run so fast I'd set a new world record.

#kdrama #ji chang wook #empress ki

[yanara126-writing]

Ante Portas

Cassia Orsellio and Anon von Valancius have a friendly talk. No wine glasses are broken, but barely.

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The Orsellio palace was the picture of imperial elegance. High, beautifully painted ceilings, gilded paneling and dainty ornamentations on the walls, the floors covered in soft carpets. Mud trailed over the extravagant fabrics as the Lord Captain, Rogue Trader von Valancius strode through the halls, boots still covered in the outside dirt. She paid no mind to the horrified servants that lined the halls, all bowing deep and thus with excellent vision of the defiled carpet.

The Novator Orsellio led the way in front of the Lord Captain down the hallway, with long smooth steps almost gliding over the ground, her eyes never lowering or drifting away from the goal, a heavy, decorated oaken door, set in a gilded embossed frame.

The door opened on its own, as soon as its mistress neared, swinging wide open and revealing an opulent office, outfitted not only with a huge, ornate desk, but also a sitting area constructed of a fine, low table and two blood red, shockingly soft looking armchairs, emblazoned with the Orsellio emblem on the back. A servo skull was hovering in the corner, sorting papers into two different stacks.

The two women entered, the younger stepping in first, waving away the servo skull. It promptly abandoned its prior task, quickly whirring past the older woman as she stepped into the room and out the door, off to complete some other mindnumbing task, away from the any private conversations.

The doors closed with a quiet metallic clicking, cutting the room off from all nosy eyes and ears beyond.

The noise took with it the tension in the young Novator's posture. Her serene visage was replaced by a glowing smile as she stepped beside one of the arms chairs and turned to her companion with a bow.

"Lord Captain, I must thank you again for honouring me with your visit. It is always a boy to see your vibrant colour." The Lord Captain grinned, slightly too sharp teeth showing, and plopped herself down on the other chair, sprawled out over the armrests and put her boots up on the table. Mud dripped onto the previously spotless surface.

"As always, it's my pleasure, Novator Cassia." Cassia Tisiphia Evriaella, Novator of House Orsellio seemed to grow just a little taller with pride, returning Anon's biting grin with no heed to the threatening appearance of her patron or the lack of care for the furniture. With a step to the side she reached for a locked cabinet next to the desk without ever looking away from her guest.

"How does my cousin make himself?" she asked. Nimble fingers swept confidently over dark wood and clicked open the lock on the cabinet, revealing a collection of colourful bottles inside. "I have received his reports of course, but he has always been prone to some exaggeration, I am told."

Anon smirked. One didn't need to have Cassia's talent at soul reading to know that young Florian Orsellio's colour was green. Behind the ears to be precise. He was no future Novator certainly but... "Mmh. He's young, impressionable, and talented at his job."

Young Novator Orsellio returned her former Captain's smirk, less devious but nonetheless knowing. With a quick glance she selected a blood red bottle from the collection in front of her and moved to close the cabinet again. "Just as you like them. It is why I chose him as my replacement."

A dry chuckle filled the room. "That sounds dangerously close to an accusation, Lady Novator." Neither woman's smile wavered, their sharp gazes almost throwing sparks while the atmosphere suddenly turned a biting citrus colour. Neither leader made a move to act on the charged looks of possibilities.

Until the tension fizzled out when Cassia took two long steps to the empty armchair and delicately lowered herself onto the cushions, alcohol bottle in hand. Her smile grew softer.

"I suppose it does. But it is not one. You have taught me much, and I will forever be grateful for it." The bottle opened with a quiet pop and Cassia poured the wine into two already prepared crystal goblets, each drop filling the cup with the viscous red liquid, far beyond what was appropriate for noble company.

She gently picked up her own cup and carefully, deliberately drank from it, not more than a finger.

Only then did the Rogue Trader lean forward from her slumped position and grabbed the second cup, drinking from it far more liberally and without hesitation. After the first gulp her eyebrows shot up and she took another look at the cup with pleasant surprise.

"Your appreciation is noted." Anon took another drink, this time taking a moment to savor the heavy, fruity taste of expensive wine coating her tongue.

Cassia smiled knowingly behind her cup. For a little while they remained in comfortable silence, enjoying the wine.

The comfort didn't hold for long, as it rarely did when the Lord Captain Von Valancius was involved. A family tradition.

The Navigator slowly grew restless, more and more often glancing over the rim of her cup at the Rogue Trader in front of her. Something was clearly bothering her, presumably whatever had made her extend the invitation to Orsellio Prime in the first place. Anon kept sipping the wine in silence.

Eventually the lady Orsellio broke and set the cup down with a soft clank. "Lord Captain..." Cassia hesitated a moment, before resolve washed across her ethereal features and she continued, firmer this time. "Anon. If I may, part of why I requested your visit was that I might ask a question. One that is better spoken in privacy than over a vox system. If I may...?" She looked over questioningly, waiting for permission. Good girl. Still... The Lord Captain was loath to accept anything as private that hadn't been personally vetted by herself. She glanced across the room suspiciously eyeing all corners. Yet once again Cassia proved a diligent student. A light smile graced her lips, the closest thing the grand Lady Orsellio would ever allow herself to a smirk.

"I had the room cleared of listening devices when I moved my office here. Master van Calox was very helpful in the endeavor." The Lord Captain smirked, still roaming the room with her eyes but noticeably less tense.

"I'm sure he was." A golden eye settled on two red ones. "Alright, ask then, Cassia." Anon took another sip of wine. Cassia gently held the cup as it was standing on the table. She knew better than to grip it tightly and show her nerves. A Novator was never nervous.

"You had no reason to allow me the freedoms you did, to be kind to me. You could have simply ordered me to sign a contract and I could not have denied you. You are well versed in violence, as long as we have known each other, the shades of crimson have never left you. And yet you chose to educate me, pushed me to take the reins myself that you could have held for me. I would like to know why." Not a question, a statement. A Novator did not beg for answers.

Anon sipped the wine again. And neither did a Novator so easily reveal her cards. They had long come to an understand and considering Cassia's own dealings with her house, she undoubtedly had understood the lessons Anon had, purposefully or not, taught her. A diligent student indeed. No, the true question was not about books, or birds, or speeches or forced contracts but something far more tempting. Why did you let me destroy the Atlas?

A truth that Anon would reveal to no one but in her darkest passions with her toy, the Atlas had been tempting. A tool so definitive that its influence was impossible to remove. No need for games of power or diplomacy, a chance for ultimate authority over an entire Navigator house. But at the end of it, the authority wouldn't have been hers, and that much power would not be held by leash for long. She slowly licked a drop of wine from her lips, savouring the taste and admired the wonderful woodwork of the cabinet on the other side of the room. She took her time to respond. An indirect answer for an indirect question.

"You're right, I could have simply forced you. I could have kept you under my thumb and saved myself some trouble. But you would have resented me for it. And frankly would have been much less efficient at what I needed from you." She took another drink, the glass now almost empty. A pity. "I once told you that a ruler has to be tyrant, friend, and jester to their people all at once. It is a philosophy I live by. Fear is a double-edged tool. It is useful as a first motivation. Fear of others can drive people to your protection, and fear of you will keep them in their place. But if fear is the only tool at your disposal, eventually it will come back to bite you. A terrified servant will not perform to their best ability and is much more likely to eventually retaliate. Willing loyalty is harder to achieve but much more easily kept. Look at what happened on Janus. Vyatt overstepped the bounds of her authority. The only thing holding the commoners in place, the fear of her, snapped back into her face." Would it have ended as badly for Vyatt had she not also incidentally incited the Eldar? Perhaps not, but what was life but a line of shitty luck. "And so I became your friend as well as tyrant. And I do hope you'd never imply I am not hilarious." Rogue Trader Von Valancius smirked and held out her empty cup. Lady Orsellio smiled and refilled it, the bottle now almost emptied.

"Yes, I see. Is that why you keep the xenos around? To drive people to seek your good graces?" The girl got bold with her doubts answered it seemed. It was a poignant question and not one posed in good faith. Anon almost smirked again at the audacity. Instead she took the filled cup and let the wine swish over the glass with smooth round motions, a carefully thoughtful expression on her face.

"Marazhai... Is a toy. But even a toy can be a useful tool on the occasion." And indeed, he had been useful. Dispatching assassins, keeping an eye on the developments both in the webway and the darker parts of society she no longer had easy access to, and being *oh so very delicious to watch suffer*. But that was hardly a topic that was anyone's business but hers, much less the esteemed Lady Orsellio's whose reputation had no space for illicit xenos dealings.

That was a Rogue Trader's prerogative. And if her smile became a touch smugger, Cassia would not comment on it. "On the topic of Marazhai, did Florian also inform you that he tried to fight my xenos toy?" Anon had always relished in her ability to do the impossible, in this case turn the mutant girl in front of her somehow more pale than already was. But her fingers did not tighten on the glass. Good.

"No, he very much did not." Anon chuckled darkly and gulped down more wine before continuing.

"It was very entertaining. I believe he was trying to defend my honour. Since he wasn't listening, I decided to let him learn the lesson the hard way." Cassia did not answer, but deliberately and slowly peeled her fingers off the wineglass in front of her without averting her gaze. Anon drank again.

Eventually she graciously decided to alleviate the navigator's clear dread and waved her hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't let my boy toy seriously maim my brand-new Navigator. And I'm told a lot of the young officers find his new scar very handsome." She gave Cassia a sly wink for good measure. The other woman relaxed marginally, though she did not seem at all pleased at thought of her cousin's fraternizing.

"Well, I hope it remains at that. But still, I must speak to him about appropriate behavior." It was after all hardly the Navigator's duty or right to involve himself in Rogue Trader business. Especially when said business would without a doubt brutally kill him without hesitation if given the chance.

Anon waved her off after finishing her second cup of wine. "Feel free to but I think that lesson stuck already. He issued a very formal apology to me while his face was getting patched up." And it had been a very entertaining apology. The boy had been genuinely contrite. It had been almost adorable how seriously he held his little speech while a medic had stitched his face up. Though he had still insisted on giving her toy a dirty look when he'd finally been allowed to leave.

Cassia finally fully relaxed and nodded silently, clearly relieved he had been able to even voice anything, much less a formal apology even while being treated.

Anon set the glass down with just a bit too much force, causing an uncomfortably loud noise to echo through the room, and pushed herself out of the chair. She cracked her neck twice and glanced back at Cassia.

"Well, my Lady Novator, I thank you for the truly delicious wine, your tastes are as ever exquisite. But I think it's time for me to turn in for the night." Cassia quickly followed her example and stood, entirely composed and her perfectly polite smile back in place. She bowed.

"Of course, Lord Captain I am ever at your disposal should you need me." The Rogue Trader did not grace her with an answer but simply nodded, and turned to leave. A satisfied smirk on her face, she strolled out the room knowing well that her empire was in good hands: hers.

#warhammer 40k rogue trader #cassia orsellio #anon von valancius #writing #fanfiction #character study

[historicalasiandramas]

CLJ Recaps

We start off the ep strong with Changheng getting captured, stripped of his title, and sentenced to imprisonment in Haotian Tower. I really liked seeing this side of Changheng where he didn't try to hide his feelings! He very clearly stated that he refused to turn back and that he was acting out of love for Orchid.

"I just want to save the person I love. What's wrong with that?!" He demands.

I don't support prisons in general but, like, throwing your own brother into Haotian Tower simply for wanting to save the woman he loves seems like overkill. His betrothed has been missing for 30,000 years at this point. I know it's Plot Important that CH has to stay engaged to her, but like maybe after the first 5,000 years Yunzhong could've been like "nm, just marry whomever you want."

At Silent Moon Palace, Shangque finds Jieli wandering around in the middle of the night. He discovers that, like him, she was also an orphan. She tells him how she drugged the people taking care of her in order to escape.

Shangque relates to this and says that the people pretending to be kind to him only wanted his dragon skin & bones to use as medicine. Fortunately, DFQC saved him!

After being deceived by humans, Shangque decided he didn't want to become that kind of person. Jieli literally laughs in his face after hearing that. She calls him stupid and says that everyone will trample on his sincerity. Shanque calls her cold-blooded. Jieli agrees.

Unlike SQ, no one came to save Jieli. "I've been saving myself since I was a kid." She doesn't trust others and prefers to cheat them first before being cheated herself. In Jieli's mind the only important things in the world are her life and money.

Shangque jumps to his feet in anger. He says she's wrong and ridiculous for thinking like that. Jieli leaps to her feet and throws the accusation back at him. SQ has had enough and orders Jieli to return to her quarters.

In Haishi City, Ronghao is so lost in thought that he doesn't even hear Die Yi approach.

He's stunning, he's cunning, he's my devious darling! At the very end of this episode I was like, "Oh he's evil, evil. Good for him!" On this blog we stan characters who love fiercely and to the point of world destruction!!

He asks Die Yi about Jieli, and she reports that the shopkeeper has escaped to Silent Moon Palace. Die Yi has stationed someone to be on the lookout for her, and the moment Jieli leaves, she'll be apprehended.

We switch back to Orchid and Jieli, planning to escape Silent Moon Palace.

For some reason, Jieli has the Heart Hidden Hairpin. It allows the wearer to store their emotions in the pin and be undetected. Other than the You Jade Ring, it's the only item in the three realms with this power.

According to legend, the Moon Tribe was betrayed by the fairies and expelled. Yannv, the ancestor of the Moon Tribe was in love with Chonghua, the first fairy. She created this pin so that he wouldn't have to feel her feelings.

INTERESTING! So that's why Moon Tribe people and fairies are forbidden from marrying. I'm sure that theme will not come back to bite us later :)))

Jieli agrees to lend it to Orchid in exchange for help escaping the palace. Since no one is allowed to stop Orchid, she's easily able to get to the Jade Forest. Unfortunately for them, Die Yi is waiting for them.

I am so obsessed with her. She is the moment and also my fave female character.

Die Yi also has the most unsettling theme. It reminds me both of an angry swarm of hornets and a cobra ready to strike at the same time. Orchid recognizes her from Haishi City and gives Jieli the bone orchid bracelet. With nothing left to protect herself with, Orchid stands between Die Yi and declares that she should be the one Die Yi wants.

The Heart Hidden Pin glows, storing Orchid's fear and blocking Moon Supreme from feeling it. Good thing the One Heart Curse isn't just linked emotions: it's physical, too! DFQC stops in his tracks as a bloody welt appears where Orchid was hit by Die Yi's whip.

JL has apparently run straight back to the palace and begs DFQC to save Orchid. She seems to realize the danger she's in and tries to remove the hairpin, but isn't fast enough. Die Yi knocks Orchid to the ground, making her drop the Destiny Book.

Die Yi notices it immediately and goes in for the kill, but her whip is literally disintegrated. Both Orchid and I were excited to see DFQC, only it's not him! It's Changheng! Orchid only has enough strength to say his name before passing out.

She wakes up and immediately begins apologizing, but CH only smiles and reminds Orchid of his promise to bring her back to Shuiyuntian. Orchid is too shocked to believe it and looks around.

Tbh so much happened since the beginning of the ep that I forgot that the last time we saw CH, he was captured and sentenced to incarceration. Like Orchid, I was fooled! She doesn't have time to be happy though, because she remembers dropping the Destiny Book. Good thing Changheng picked it up!

Orchid asks CH to check the Destiny Book to determine why it's so important. Who does it belong to and why do both DFQC and Haishi City want it?

He says that it's been damaged and that he can't get a read on it. In order to find out, they'll have to fix it. This time, Orchid readily agrees to do it, but CH says that she got hurt and should rest first. Orchid is determined to prove herself though.

Orchid gets started on fixing the Destiny Book and Changheng leaves. The camera zooms in on him making a sinister expression and that's when I was like "OHHH. Damn." It's all fake! Always has been! After emerging from the fabricated fairy realm, Die Yi asks her master why he bothered disguising himself as Changheng.

Rong Hao says that it was necessary to coax Orchid to willingly fix the book. And he was right! The way he pushed back against Orchid wanting to get started immediately after waking up is exactly what CH would've done. He knows his friend and Orchid well! I'm so obsessed with how Rong Hao observes his surroundings and plays the long game to get what he wants.

And I can already see how he's a narrative foil for DFQC :)

Speak of the devil! Look who's in Haishi City!

Also can we take a moment to admire Rong Hao's fit? The splashes of rainbow, the intricate woven pattern, the gold claws? A QUEER FASHION ICON

Die Yi rushes in to inform him that DFQC has arrived. Rong Hao wasn't expecting him so soon! She says he should leave, but RH is unwilling when everything else is going according to plan. Die Yi goes to stall DFQC, who demands that "she" be released. "I don't know who you mean. There's no one here," Die Yi claims.

Moon Supreme has 0 bullshit tolerance and burns the entire room with his hellfire before Die Yi transforms into a butterfly and escapes. DFQC storms the throne room and quickly finds the "koi pond" that hides Thousand Dreamland. When he enters, DFQC is presented with thousands of facets that all show Orchid fixing the Destiny Book.

RH appears and says that it's an illusion. Simply attacking the facets will only trap Moon Supreme. "You will never find that fairy," he taunts. Darling, moments ago you were panicking that he showed up earlier than expected. I know, I know - presentation is the most important part of being a supervillain.

Meanwhile, Orchid has finished repairing the Book.

While she's wondering why a mortal would be so important, Orchid notices something: her desk in intact. While he was staying at Siming Hall in the past, Orchid told DFQC about the customs in Shuiyuntian.

One festival in particular, The Moon Tribe Slaying Festival, celebrated the victory of the fairies over the Moon Tribe. Every day of the festival, all of Shuiyuntian celebrated Moon Supreme being sealed away. Hearing this enraged DFQC and he slammed his bowl down, breaking the stand on the table.

Orchid now realizes that this Siming Hall isn't real either, and that the man in front of her isn't Changheng. Before handing over the Destiny Book, she decides to test this imposter. She says that he sent fireflies to look for her after he left Cangyan Sea last time. "I was locked up by DFQC and unable to reply. Are you mad at me?" The real CH was badly poisoned by the concentrated evil spirit and wouldn't have had enough power to do that.

But in his impatience, Rong Hao makes a miscalculation. Rather than remember that he was literally by CH's side the entire time he recovered, RH answers that he's not mad, just worried. That is all the answer Orchid needs.

She tries to run but then confronts Rong Hao.

He's impressed that she was able to see through his disguise. He holds her by the throat with magic, demanding the Destiny Book. When she refuses, Rong Hao throws her to the ground.

Congrats! You have activated DFQC's sword!! After scanning all the illusions, DFQC spots the real Orchid and destroys the others in the most badass sequence.

His coming is heralded by thunder, and Orchid exclaims, "It's Dongfang Qincang! He's come to save me!" RH scoffs and says that he's only after the Book. Before RH can leave with it though, he's stopped and cue the electric guitar! Moon Supreme says (again!), "How dare you capture one of my people?"

The miscalculation makes RH panic. How did DFQC find them in such a short amount of time? Rong Hao is detained so Moon Supreme can ask who he is and why he wants the Destiny Book. Rong Hao doesn't answer but the fear in his eyes is palpable.

Before he can be unmasked however, Die Yi appears as a distraction! She makes an attack on Orchid, disrupting DFQC's focus enough for RH to escape. Our heroes then leave themselves, but not before Orchid is reprimanded for running away.

He grabs her and demands why she would do such a thing when she's so weak. If he had been one minute later, she would have died. "You must tell me where you're going, understand?" Orchid says she understands but also seems a bit happy about DFQC's outburst.

He destroys the Cauldron and the snow and fog in Haishi City disappears. With the Soul Transformation Cauldron refining evil spirits every day there was nowhere for the grief and despair of the victims to go. Though I love the jewel tones of the previous Haishi City, this red-toned galaxy is pretty neat!

In order to cheer him up, Orchid presents the repaired Destiny Book. DFQC is curious why she was so quick to do it this time. Of course it was because she thought it was Changheng asking her, which annoys Moon Supreme. Orchid tells him that the reason she was able to see through Rong Hao's illusion is because DFQC broke her wooden stand in the past. "It's something only the two of us know!" D'awww.

Orchid then asks how DFQC was able to find her so quickly amongst the thousands of illusions. He said he'd even be able to find her if she was hidden among thousands of identical orchid flowers.

This makes her cry in happiness because her master said the same thing. We cut abruptly to a cave in Xishan called the Spirit-Shattering Abyss. Sounds cozy! Die Yi has brought the injured Rong Hao here to be healed, but she looks terrified. She kneels and asks for help from "Evil God", Taisui.

This god appears as a bunch of swirling black with red lightning. He says that Rong Hao is protected by evil spirits and demands to know who would dare hurt Rong Hao. Die Yi answers, "Dongfang Qingcang." Apparently this Taisui is interested and says that it (he?) hasn't had an opponent in the 3 realms since Taiyi. I don't remember that name so I'm interested in this lore!

What I'm assuming is more of Taisui's power floods RH and he thanks the god for saving him. And then he drops a juicy plot bomb:

He tells Taisui that he's found the reincarnation of the goddess Xiyun (Orchid). Several eps ago, he tested Orchid's powers and confirmed that she can purify and even resurrect things. My hunch is that this "evil god" is trapped in this cave - perhaps even banished to another realm. My question is: who is (was?) Taisui, and how did Rong Hao meet him? Also how much you wanna bet that by the end of the show, Rong Hao is fully possessed by it? That would make me sad because I want Rong Hao to choose evil on his own! :(

We then switch to Orchid waking up in a hunting camp in the woods. She comments that all the hunters are women but WE DON'T GET TO SEE ANY :( DFQC shoves roasted fish at her and mutters how useless she is for getting frightened and fainting immediately after fixing the Destiny Book. He asks where Orchid go the hairpin and she tries to brush it off as a gift from Jieli.

DFQC reaches for it, but Orchid pulls back and demands to know why someone as powerful as him needs something that belongs to her.

Unfortunately for her, Moon Supreme recognizes the hairpin!

"How can it be yours?" He demands. Orchid still refuses to give it up, so Moon Supreme asks that she at least not wear it. Because of the hairpin, he almost couldn't find her. Orchid refuses again and says that she doesn't want him to know what she's thinking and she doesn't want him trespassing in her heart.

INTERESTING! What is it that you want to hide from him, Orchid? Could it be that you're actually starting to find it fun to be with Moon Supreme? :3 I guess we'll have to find out!

#clj recap #clj #苍兰诀 #love between fairy and devil #lbfad #cdrama

[sonof666]

Name:

𖤐 Damian Beelzly Morningstar

Nicknames:

𖤐 Dame

𖤐 Prince of Darkness

𖤐 Son of 666

Gender:

𖤐 Male (he/him)

Species:

𖤐 Demon/Jackal

Occupation:

𖤐 Prince of Hell

𖤐 Student at Zoo Phoenix Academy

Personality:

𖤐 Damian ranges from a playful rascal, to a devious brat. He enjoys messing with and scaring people as well as making them laugh — being fun loving, laid back and very open, he tends to flirt with any gender or species, and isn't beyond acting in a raunchy manner in some situations. He always jumps at a chance to explore new places, eagerly indulging in anything that can serve as a temporary escape from the depressing depths of Hell.

𖤐 He does have an evil and wicked side that he usually does a good job of hiding, but glimpses of it sometimes appear, especially when he wants to make sure things go his way. Despite that, however — Damian is secretly very lonely and has an enormous heart, but tends to be hard to impress. He is musically gifted and enjoys entertaining others. His favorite instrument to play is the banjo, but he also plays ukulele and guitar; other than that, he also enjoys reading comics.

Background:

𖤐 Damian was born after the separation of Lucifer and Lilith, being the offspring of the Ruler of Hell's relationship with a mysterious woman named Narissa. He was confined in Lucifer's palace for a great part of his childhood, not being allowed to explore outside the realm of Hell. Fearing for Damian's reckless nature, his parents placed him in the watchful eye of two caretakers. When he got older, an agreement was made to let Damian attend Zoo Phoenix Academy, located in the 'Safe Haven' (a sanctuary for non-humans to exist in peace), where he studies art.

Abilities:

𖤐 Flying

𖤐 Metamorphosis / Shapeshifting

𖤐 Pyrokinesis

𖤐 Various demonic powers

Relationships:

𖤐 Lucifer Morningstar (father)

𖤐 Narissa Beelzly (mother)

𖤐 Charlie Morningstar (older step-sister)

𖤐 Jackson Wells / Jack (cousin)

𖤐 Tentadora and Major Styx (caretakers)

© Art by Vivziepop.

#character info.

[steelfyre]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         greta onieogou,  30,  cis woman,  she / her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  helaena  of  house  zalyne,  the  lady of braavos.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  alluring  and  devious  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  singing and playing the high harp.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  how the divine try painting women as prizes or sacrifices , but helen's divinity was her own as is yours ; a siren's melody drifting across the sea and echoing along the stony shores - why ever would you need a sword when men worship beauty and you wield it like a knife ; honeyed lies fall from her lips with ease , accompanied by the sweetest smiles , as poisonous as the thoughts that sometimes dance in her mind ; whispers of curses in the wake of marriages that never last a year.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  house zalyne & the emperor of essos.

basic information.

full name: helaena zalyne. nickname(s): laena. title: lady of braavos. moniker: nereid / siren of braavos , the jewel of braavos , the cursed bride. age: thirty. gender & pronouns: cis woman , she / her. orientation: biromantic , bisexual. birthplace: braavos. astrological sign: libra. religion: r'hllor. martial status: unbetrothed , widowed five times. allegiance: house zalyne , the emperor of essos.

personality.

positive: alluring ,  jovial ,  sociable , charming ,  astute , eloquent. negative: devious ,  ambitious ,  prim , cunning , deceptive , secretive. moral alignment: lawful neutral. temperament: sanguine. mbti: esfp - the  entertainer. enneagram: 3w2 , the charmer. hobbies: singing , playing the high harp & bells , dancing , swimming , sailing , needlework.

family ties.

father: lord cosimo zalyne , sealord of braavos. mother: deceased. siblings: lord utp zalyne , older brother. lady carina zalyne , younger sister. spouse: none , has been widowed five times.

history.

after being blessed with a son as his eldest, lord cosimo prayed for a daughter and his prayers were answered. while not a princess by title, helaena zalyne was raised as if she was one. the wealth of house zalyne gifted her the finest tutors, the prettiest dresses and jewels, and anything else a noble lady could wish for. she was also doted upon not only by her parents but all who resided within the sealord's palace. a very bright child, helaena was granted permission to serve as her father's cupbearer, which granted her access to all of his meetings - a set of unsuspecting eyes and ears listening for the house zalyne. mostly went unnoticed but that was the sealord's intentions and laena continued serving as his extra set of eyes and ears throughout braavos long after she ceased being his cupbearer.

helaena was a light constantly shining not only in the sealord's palace but also in the streets of braavos. with a guard constantly at her side, she traversed the city streets, lounged upon the beaches, and sailed through the channels. she also dedicated time with the people, putting a portion of zalyne wealth ( a small sum in comparison to the whole trove ) into taking care of those they governed.

with a stable future placed in her hands, helaena was free to dedicate her focus to pursuits that inspired her. music proved her first, longest, and most faithful love. her singing voice would echo through the palace halls, accompanied by the melody of a high harp, and when her father would have guests, he'd insist they listen to the enchanting voice of his second nereid. praise had once been bestowed upon laena for her courtesy, character, and beauty, but now her voice joined the ranks, second only to her looks. some said her voice would soothe even the most distressed; others that one could hear it echoing through the city streets and across the sea at night, calling sailors home; but those with darker intentions claimed that any, particularly men, who heard the neried's song would fall under her spell. neried? no, they'd whisper, siren.

she never possessed any illusions about love influencing who she wed. she'd watched her brother wed the spouse selected for him, and her father hadn't hidden that he was preparing such an arrangement for her. laena didn't even meet her intended, a son of a prominent tyroshi family with strong ties to the current archon, until the betrothal was set in stone. love didn't blossom at first sight but marriage was no matter of love, not for a zalyne. the wedding, one grand enough for royalty, occurred when she twenty but marriage life, while blissful, proved short - eight months. a sickness struck her poor husband and took his life. or so history would say. there were whispers that her husband's family had fallen out of favor with the archon, impacting their political usefulness to the sealord, but rumors weren't proof.

thus began her decade of marriages that never lasted a year. her second husband, her shortest marriage, perished in a shipwreck only four months after vows were exchanged. still many clamored for her hand and rumors were that lord cosimo favored a union that would tie the iron bank to his family, but another caught the nereid's eye. aeros was a man of great intellect, a diplomat and famed painter from myr, third son of a magister. under other circumstances, he would've been a favorable candidate, but sealord's eyes laid elsewhere, and only after many long discussions did laena convince her father to approve the match over his preference.

the happy couple were gifted eleven blissful months together before aeros' carriage was attacked on the road to braavos and he was slayed. given the many attempts of the sealord's life, it was deemed a rare, successful attack on the family and the culprits were quickly executed but laena didn't share the belief, not when the moment she was declared not with child that she was betrothed to another - the banker her father had originally selected. mind refused the prospect that the father she adored was responsible but someone must be. the character of her fourth husband who possessed a cruel personality and viewed her as a trophy he'd finally won, didn't quell her rage. time was bided, plans put in place, and six months later the siren poured poison into her husband's cup and dragged him under.

whispers had steadily spread with each husband who perished, but it was the death of her fourth that emboldened them, giving life to a curse that would follow laena as those who believed in the malediction claimed death did. for any person who helaena wed was fated to die either by natural or malicious means. how she was painted in whispers varied - a powerless victim, a true siren, a mix of both but the superstitious remained. the number of suitors gradually slowed following the rumors.

time is deemed the best cure; two years where the nereid entertained some suitors but relinquished her hand to none. when she reentered the marriage market, attention was no longer limited to the eastern continent. a husband across the narrow sea was a shining jewel in the eyes of a sealord, and after inviting many to his palace, he made his selection. within a fortnight, laena bid familiar shores farewell and set off for foreign ones. for the fifth time, the role of darling wife was played to perfection even after initial excitement was soon tempered by reality. another husband who love would not blossom with. another husband who would perish before a year passed.

laena returned to braavos shortly after, still donned in black but eyes free of tears, and in the following year, she has resumed her role at her father's and brother's side, relaying them information she gathered from her circles of gossip and unassuming nature. the talk of a sixth marriage lingered but the invitation from westeros and subsequent appointment as a lady of honor delayed any match coming to fruiition. helaena knew it was only a matter of time. until then, however, she was dedicated to serving the princess and sinking her own claws into the political game of westeros - the one element that intrigued her during her short months there.

marriage timeline.

840 a.c. | weds a tyroshi noble , laena is twenty

841 a.c. | her first husband passes from illness

842 a.c. | weds a volantis noble , he dies during a shipwreck

844 a.c. | weds aeros of myr , a diplomat

845 a.c. | aeros is killed when his carriage is attacked , laena is quickly wed to her fourth husband , a braavosi banker

846 a.c. | laena poisons her husband , believed an illness

848 a.c. | weds a westerosi lord , he passes from illness

headcanons.

there are countless of theories surrounding what truly happened to her husbands. some people believe it was a series of terrible tragedies and others think the deaths weren't accidents. but nothing can be proven without evidence. so the truth remains unknown.

helaena loves performing. she will happily sing, dance, or play the harp for anyone who requests it. whenever anyone visits the sealord's palace she would be asked by her father to play for them after the first supper to welcome them into the home. she's well versed in both essosi and westeros songs.

has served as her father's extra set of eyes and ears for as long as she can remember. her personality allows her to slip in and out of social situations with ease and due to seeming unassuming, she can garner information that others cannot. all of which she dutifully reports back to her father.

the only husbands she truly mourned were her first due to how unexpected it was and aeros.

a part of her does long for love and hopes she'll find it again.

occasionally, she does play into the idea of the curse, liking how it makes her mysterious and powerful, like a deity in human form, but if asked about it, she always laughs and declares it nothing more than cruel gossip. sometimes though she wonders if it is true . . .

absolutely adores her family. she admires her father, supports her older brother, and protects her younger sister. after their mother passed, helaena took on the role of the lady of the castle, making certain everything was running as it should and picking up other tasks that her mother had done to assist their father. she also made certain to watch out for her siblings, especially her younger sister.

has a white, long-haired cat named pearl.

she loves swimming and sailing. the beaches of braavos are her favorite location outside of the palace walls. she could listen to the waves for hours.

while she doesn't captain a ship herself, her father gave her a ship as a gift for her first wedding, which she named the dawnbreaker. she's employed a crew who report directly to her and handle the sailing and upkeep.

#i. helaena zalyne ›› intro. #westeros.intro #( no one talk to me about how long this is )

[jomiddlemarch]

a life of endless interest and variety

After the coup, after the treaties were signed and the pacts, the embassies established, after General Kirigan was installed as First Minister of the Council and seven additional training centers were set up to correspond to the most populous regions of Ravka, Erriot’h and Tris were told to exchange their crimson keftas for the pale brown that had been chosen for the Tvarynysts, that cadre of Healers who’d been found to have a particular affinity for animals. And then they were sent to what had formerly been called the Fold and was now called the Dales, with their primary objective one no one could have imagined: to rehabilitate the volcra.

To say they were daunted would be an understatement.

“It’s impossible,” Tris said, again, this time without as much fuming and more hopeless resignation. Hopelessness and resignation were both out of character for him, who’d been considered the most devious prankster of their year at the Little Palace, the most likely to have access to a snack that did not include herring or lentils, the most likely to escape any punishment either by making their teacher laugh, more rarely, Healing a patient in a way previously unconsidered. He had, however, insisted their task was one they could never accomplish as soon as they’d begun the journey to the Dales.

“It isn’t and even if it seems so now, we’re sure to find a way through,” Erriot’h said, striving for patience. At the very least, they’d been left to their own devices, not supervised by Siegfried, a Grisha Healer who’d come from the depths of Fjerda after surviving Saints knew how among people who wanted him dead a dozen ways; Siegfried was knowledgeable but so controlling that Erriot’h, known for his equanimity, had finally shouted, “Do you know how insufferable you are?” and been given a round of applause by the other Healers in the chamber at the time.

“Your optimism is impressive, but unfortunately, not infectious,” Tris replied and then spent the next three hours elaborating several theories about the missing volume of The Princess and the Barbarian that accounted for either the time-jump or the complete elision of the midnight vow of the silver rose but not both, which led Erriot’h to spend the last forty-five minutes pointing out the holes in Tris’s theories and how simply repeating them louder and in his native accent did not render them more plausible.

Then they were at the Dales, which was still, for all intents and purposes, the Fold and they both fell silent at the prospect of the work before them.

“Aupa, do you mean to stand there ‘til the moon’s eaten up?”

The woman who’d raised her voice in what must constitute their welcome to the Dales had her bright chestnut curls largely covered by a dull kerchief and wore an overall of a similar dun shade, belted smartly at the waist. Erriot’h had been told they would not be the only ones seeking to restore the land and its creatures, though the description of their comrades was minimal and he’d noted that they hadn’t been referred to as partners, friends, or even fellow Grisha. He couldn’t imagine that otkazat’sya were in some way trying to mend what had been so befouled, but he’d never imagined the acorn-brown kefta he wore, nor Tris’s blue eyes squinted against a queer smoky sunlight drifting through the sky, and certainly not the sudden pull he felt from the beating hearts of the volcra in their dens or burrows.

“No, sorry, we’re the Tvarynysts sent from Os Alta, I’m Erriot’h and this is Tris,” he began before the woman waved a hand and made a gesture that was considered quite rude where Erriot’h had been born.

“I know, we’ve been expecting you, though I can tell you weren’t given the same intelligence. I’m Alder and Ugo is back at the retreat. We’re due there as soon as a breath, for the dusk is coming and we need our corners,” she said. It was difficult to tell whether she was speaking in some local idiom they didn’t know or whether there was an actual need to be in corner when dusk fell in the Dales but Erriot’h was fairly certain Alder would try to smack him if he asked, so he only nodded at Tris and followed along, climbing into the rude wagon and focusing as much as he could on the landscape and not Alder’s posture as she held the reins, the lovely curve of her hip not entirely obscured by her drab clothes.

The retreat turned out to be a cross between a barracks and a stable, sturdier and larger than Erriot’h had expected given the recent transformation of the Fold into the Dales, its stone walls speaking to its age. Inside, there was a tiled stove and a table that could have been found in any proper Ravkan kitchen, a deep stone basin and some shelves with baskets and jars storing Saints knew what. It smelled of turned earth and herbs, of animal shit and ashes, burnt wicks and whatever was bubbling in the iron pot on the stove, homely scents Erriot’h hadn’t realized he would miss and now wouldn’t have to.

“Ugo, get these two a brew, will you?” Alder said, evidently well-acquainted enough with her comrade that she could dispense with any particular politeness. Ugo, a lanky, sallow-faced man in a vest over his linen shirt, his kefta draped on a hook, nodded, but Erriot’h could see he wouldn’t have agreed if anyone else had made such a request. The other man’s eyes followed Alder as she moved about the room, putting this thing here and that thing there, setting it all to rights though Erriot’h wouldn’t have been able to say what had been out of place. It was a miracle that Ugo didn’t spill the tea when he put it into Erriot’h hands, as neither of them were paying attention to anything other than Alder. Tris had settled himself into the one comfortable chair pulled close to the stove, his boots kicked off.

“You’re sure you’re up to the task? Healing the volcra?” Alder asked, her tone more frank than skeptical, which was generous of her.

It’s impossible, Tris had said, over and over again, until the words were the refrain of a song in Erriot’h mind, the lullaby he barely remembered his mother singing in her Kaelish dialect, the prayer he’d muttered under his breath they day they came to test him. Impossible, impossible… he hadn’t believed they could do it either, what they’d been charged to by the First Minister himself. But the Sun Summoner had met with him before they left, telling him to call her Alina or Starkova, and not Kalbat’ono, taking his hand in hers and letting him feel the sunshine before he saw it envelop them. She had smiled and said, “Impossible things happen every day, Erriot’h. Don’t be surprised when you astonish yourself.”

Erriot’h looked at Alder, her eyes curious, the color of ararat and twice as intoxicating. He remembered the sense of light held in his grasp. He imagined it so when he would lay his palm very gently on the folded wing of a cowering volcra and how its clouded eyes would begin to clear. He felt the pull within him to begin, to croon some soft nonsense and feel the monster retreat, leaving only the animal behind. The volcra might never again be human but they could be something whole and hale, glad of dawn, hungry only for nectar and thirsting for rain.

“Aye, I am, Alder,” he said. “Though it’s not of myself I’m sure, but possibility. Why would this be the only way the world stays broken?”

#acgas 2020 x shadow and bone crossover au #part two #all creatures great and small 2020 #james herriot as a grisha #tristan farnon #helen alderson #hugh hulton #darklina #aleksander morovoza #alina starkov #the fold #canon au #orlissa #prompt fill #james herriot in ravka #tristan farnon in ravka #siegfried farnon

[goldsilked]

@julicnn

Hands outstretched, seeping with jewels. Chin thrown backwards, another raucous rush of laughter escaping her, a magnificent smile dripping from her lips. Madeleine de Limeuil shone, pirouetting across the dance floor with white silks billowing about her like sails of a Grecian vessel, her step light, her demeanour graceful, brighter than the comets that soared above the English isle. It mattered not that this was not France, not Rome, but England –– dowdy, forbidding England, its people as dank as its palaces. Madeleine had a talent for making a room her own and infusing it with her particular brand of magic, of light, that Caterina demanded from her ladies, a charm that proved untaught, as she watched from the velvet-strewn dais, an air of approval wafting about her. Casting her gaze across the crowd, Madeleine's eyes sought to ensnare a familiar face within her trap and, no sooner had one turned up, did a devious smirk settle upon the bourne of Madeleine’s lips, smoothed with Moorish honey, the column of her throat reddened from hours upon hours of dancing, her skin glistening –– like the ripened curve of a cherry, shining moistly in the morning dew and drizzle.

‘You, Mon Seigneur de Vere, I choose you.’ Diana, goddess of the hunt, nearing upon her prey, her French tongue rolling with delight. Laughter poured and the smell of Parisian wine spilled from her; making light the swishing of a hand, swaying in Julian’s direction, coaxing him to her side, a finger crooked toward her breast. She leveled a mirthful grin upon him, the arch of her brow questioningly raised. ‘Shall you honour me with a dance, old friend, in the eyes of all Europe?’

Madeleine openly taunted him, relishing in the gawping of those around the pair, as her eyes scanned his for any hint of disapproval – finding, in its stead, only the vicious vicissitudes of time shaping the Englishman’s – now much older – visage: the lines stamped around his eyes, the creases furrowed between his brows, the silver bristles woven amongst the sable threads of his beard. ‘I would recognize you by voice alone, monsieur. The decade has been kind to you and I, let us dance whilst we still might.’ Finally, she believed, persuading him to dance, Madeleine released Julian from her gambit and glissaded coyly to his side, the picture of contentment – a woman in her element.

‘My passion for English dancing is not so very fine, do you remember still the volta? A favourite of ours, on the continent.’

#julicnn #julian / 001.

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Echoes of hurried steps overtook the palace with maids rushing back and forth, delicacies and decorations safely held in their hands, everything in preparation of King’s banquet. Doflamingo was sprawled on his bed in utter BOREDOM, refusing to get ready before it pleased him.

❝ You should get ready, Your Majesty. ❞ The voice called to his right, the voice of his personal assistant. AMUSEMENT appeared in the edges of ruby eyes, a smirk tugged on his lips. Viola had been scouted as a dancer to join his palace, but he had taken her as his personal assistant soon after.

A woman like no other. While women threw themselves at him and tried to get his attention with their BODIES, Viola took it with her INTELLECT. Conversations over politics that lasted long into the nights, philosophy, history, every debate like a chess game, only one winner. He enjoyed them more than he’d ever admit, and for a tyrannical king who bathed in luxury and pleasure, it was something he couldn’t simply TAKE. Equally exciting and VEXING.

He stretched out lazily, propping himself up on his elbow. ❝ Only if you dress me. ❞ She had gotten used to his tone, used to his lewd commentary, and was unfazed by it.

Lavish robes hugged his body, golden necklaces, anklets and armlets complimented the Sun kissed hair, the reflection of pure PERFECTION staring back at him from the mirror. ❝ Are you going to enjoy today’s banquet? For a change? ❞ She may had FAKED a smile before, but the DISDAIN in her eyes whenever he asked the question never escaped him.

❝ How could I not when it’s reflective of your grace? ❞ His lips pulled upwards further, the dripping sarcasm in her words making him chuckle. She would never enjoy it when she knew all of it was build upon the backs of others. In a place where power had its price, only HE was allowed to live like a GOD, only HIS dreams were built, while many backs had been bent and lives spent. It was a topic of one of their conversations. How much she must have HATED him in that moment, it made him ECSTATIC, yet, over time, she had grown on him IMMENSELY, became the closest thing to a true friend. He ordered her to follow him, and just like a shadow, she did.

The greatest wines, freshest fruits, marvelous cuisine, belly dancers and serving girls, musicians. The banquet was a feast, the Dionysia of that time. Doflamingo observed it, ordered her to fill his goblet, then to fill herself one as well. She didn’t go against his order, she was smarter than to do that.

❝ Tell me a story. I’ve gotten bored of looking at my officials. Such shallow simpletons, aren’t they? ❞ Viola had kept her composure, as always, despite his SOFTER tone. The ambiguous look he gave her was soon turned to his goblet, as he took another sip.

She had indulged him, refilling their goblets whenever they’d get empty. One story led to another, each prompting their own discussion. They covered the topics of RULING, of ROLES, of VISIONS. He told her of the goals he had for the kingdom, of why they were living in peaceful times in the first place, she told him of where the kingdom could be improved and poverty reduced. She was an advocate to forbid slavery, he was aware of that before, but she voiced it AGAIN. That went on for a long time, until his eyes eventually closed and he drifted asleep, or at least she thought so. His eyes caught her when she SLIPPED away in the night.

The palace gardens were quiet in the middle of the night, only the sound of crickets could be heard. He found her near a tree, her hands reaching into it. An owl stood above, waiting. His eyes SQUINTED, his step was light against the grass before he stood before her, without a single trace of fatigue.

❝ Shh... ❞ He leaned towards her, his finger tapping lightly against her lips, a small smirk in place. ❝ You wouldn’t want to be caught red-handed now, would you? It would put all of your effort to waste. ❞ Devious AMUSEMENT, that was what he was feeling in that moment. ❝ As long as you don’t do anything rash, I promise nothing bad will happen. ❞

He took the piece of paper she had prepared for the owl, not angry at all, in fact, pleasantly surprised. ❝ I didn’t think you’d map out the entire layout of the palace in two months you’ve been here. All of the secret passageways are included. You even mapped several guard patrol routes and wrote their timings down. Not bad at all. It was worth keeping an eye on you for so long. ❞

She defiantly stared back at him, fire in her eyes finally brought to light. She didn’t attempt to find excuses, she knew he was smart enough to deduce from what was going on. She was a REBEL.

❝ You’ve practically lived as a ghost it took so long to get your real identity, Riku. ❞ Light glinted for a mere second before he felt a dagger pressing against his neck, his hand GRIPPING hers so it doesn’t make contact. His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to reduce space for maneuvering her dagger. A rather pleased smile was on his lips, his eyes like vortices, able to swallow up all LIGHT and HOPE.

❝ Did you enjoy your birthday party? ❞ The same question, rephrased, and the answer for once, true. ❝ I hate your parties. ❞ Doflamingo chuckled, loud and genuine, red eyes to auburn ones. ❝ How about a deal? I pretend I didn’t see anything tonight, and you accept my birthday gift. ❞

The scoff she gave him was more than enough to indicate what she thought of that, yet, still, perhaps out of routine, she indulged him with a question. ❝ I’m supposed to trust you of all people, after witnessing with my own eyes how you manipulate others. Why would you even consider doing that? ❞

Doflamingo simply grinned, ❝ Two reasons. I want to give you this gift, and I want to see you struggle to kill me. ❞ She tried to press the dagger deeper, but his hand wouldn’t budge. ❝ You’ll get another chance. Honestly, you should’ve just poisoned the wine, but that wouldn’t really satisfy your vengeance. ❞ The glare she gave him was more than enough to confirm it. Reluctantly, Viola released her hold on the dagger, eyes burning with hatred for him.

He took a bracelet from his pocket, one with the symbol telling of goddess Nyx, a goddess of vengeance, and wished her a happy birthday. She told him she’d return it to his lifeless body once she stuck that dagger into his throat. He briefly thought of the moments where they felt true understanding of each other’s words, when those debates and conversations led to actions taken in the kingdom, even if not all of her proposals were accepted. It was a PITY, he thought.

❝ Never would have imagined that the first person in this world to understand me would become my mortal enemy, fufufu~ ❞ / @vixlariku​

#🦩 ❝ Oresteia ❞ ▻ drabble #🦩 ❝ Combray ❞ ▻ long post #vixlariku #| I don't know which au this is | #| this is a new au | #| he wanted to be bad; and he wanted her to be his mortal enemy :joy: | #| he wants this au now. | #| he says his wife will be so badass in this one and he didn't give her proper justice | #| mostly because this is already a long post; and tbh he wanted to write more | #| but he remembered he needs to reply on discord so he stopped himself | #| consider this as new au proposal | #| and here she has another drabble for her bday as a gift |

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Goddess Illian Sinclair

Warning: Heavy Breast Worship Themes Below

Name: Illian Sinclair Of Light. Age: 24 Race: Human Goddess Orientation: Strongly Lesbian Height: 5’ 10" Cup Size: A at first, but through Godhood Risen to an O.

General Description:

Goddesses are as different and varied as flowers on an open spring prairie. This is to nobody's disagreement, yet some flowers outshine the others, and so it is that Illian Sinclair outshines even the most nobel of Goddesses in The Realms Between.

Of course she didn't ascend to godhood by birthright. She wasn't always revered as the beautiful woman she is today. No her humble beginnings' had placed her as a mere maid for the Sisterhood of Later Day Saints. Quiet and reserved, she came from a peasant family. Her father was a mere farmer and her mother tied rope as the edge of town.

Illian was as plain and unblessed as a woman could be. The truth was she didn't even earn her place as a maid for the Sisterhood, but was rather won the position through the City's monthly Labor Lottery. Her orders were simple the month she had arrived.

Clean. Cook. And tend to Lady of the Manor, a devious and frankly terribly poorly behaved Lady Sarah.

It was rough for her at first, but through out her trials and tribulations and through a lot of effort and care she had managed to earn her place among the Maids of the Sisterhood. Thankfully to her, she was a fast learner and nimble with her hands. From newly hired maid to Lead Maiden her rank quickly rose while she had tended to her lady's every whimsical need.

You see, in The Realms Between not only was a woman's bosom a sign of beauty and nobility. It was favor directly from the Goddesses above. Those who were given the heavenly proportions were thought of to be loyal and pure of heart. And nowhere in the world than the Sisterhood of Later Day Saints royal palace were the Goddesses watching more closely.

Lady Sarah had turned out to be cruel and jealous and covetted to have her body worshiped by her assigned maid Illian on a daily basis. The two had often fornicated on her command. Illian was ordered to suckle on her heavy tits, to carry and worship her large breasts as if they were the most valuable things in the world. She often flaunted and used her body to her every advantage, and would tease and belittle the underdeveloped Illian for her own amusement.

And one night, between closed doors and drawn curtains, while Illian was two hands deep in her bosom, preforming her maidenly duties as told. The Goddesses had had enough.

Bit by bit. Day by day. As Illian served her mistress Sarah, the Goddesses would punish her rude behavior by shrinking Sarah's chest more, and giving the loss of power and grace to the mere maid that was pure of heart. As Illian's slowly began to fill out her dress further, and found her hips to grow wider little by little, the irritable Sarah had the opposite problem, and complained that her gowns were too stretched, and her dresses were too wide...

Nowadays. Lady Sarah had been drained to a former shell of her previous beauty, while Illian Sinclair had ascended to Godhood through virtue of her character and the purity of her breasts. Of course even the purest of nobles still become wanting of more... Illian's faith now is being tested. Would she use her new found powers for good? Or to below the flames of her desires and to test her knew body to it's limits, and see what carnal sins she herself could get away with...

Fetishes: Breast Worship, Breast Expansion / Beautification, Breast Envy

#erp

[warbornhq]

welcome to trasnavda , eyva anastase! be ready to present yourself to the king in 24 hours , follow the checklist and keep your wits about you . adelaide kane is now taken !

adelaide kane . cis woman . she / her . wasn’t that eyva anastase walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the lady of danruba out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously devious, whilst also managing to be quite whimsical. the twenty five year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves aren’t vrajiit. it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of  daggers tucked away beneath long dresses, a collection of jewels always well polished, a wolf in sheeps clothing . great to see the sycophant  around, isn’t it ? 

#accepted

[harmonyandriley2022]

My girl and if you have a problem with Lizzie I will have to smash your fucking face in...

If she hadn't invited my black father from Barbados to come to England and make a fortune and have one multi millionaire son Nicholas and his older brother Mark who hates money and wealth and the liberal elite of the Great British leftist anti white politics who with no money can destroy an entire corrupted power systems I would never have been born.

Nicholas is academic and professional hardworking and dedicated and focused.

Mark is poetic musical artistic emotional loving and a fighter.

Our Dad Hugh is our beautiful black father we have different beautiful white mother's mine is named Patricia and my brother's is Elizabeth but Elizabeth raised me as her own from three years old as I was rescued by my father Hugh and Elizabeth from child abuse by a white racist who raped and battered Patricia for having me a mixed race child.

White on white attack weaponising black skin as the woke agenda is built on today disguised as the protection of blacks from racism I had to explain the other day to a black teenage girl that her belief that Queen Elizabeth in Buckingham Palace hated her because she was black was created by left wing woke white people and black people who are insane and want to brainwash her and she actually understands the truth.

I see black slaves reborn today led by the white man of the left side of politics with their modern masters like Meghan Markle who has abused the son of Diana Princess Of Wales against my Queen Elizabeth.

As a mixed race woman Meghan Markle is the most audacious exponent of a failed agenda which will backfire and take millions upon millions upon millions of innocent black people to a dark cold place in their own lives and day to day existence.

White racism is rooted in fear ignorance and stupidity and part of it is truly atrocious it is partly about murdering black people for pure sport these white people need capturing locking up and put on death row woke was created by white racist men hundreds of years ago misrepresenting fear of the black man as a cannibal a savage that ate little white children today the woke blacks and whites portray the innocent white man as a cannibal a savage who eats little black children the only difference is the white man lived in a really mediaeval period compared to our modern world the blacks and the whites of woke world today are that much weaker and corrupted because they know better.

Woke racism is rooted in modern evil and cowardice and devious backstabbing of truth.

It won't work because I Mark Anthony Ward actually am so many many millions of times more capable than you so much more truthful and honest and sincere and that does count because I also am equipped to take on whatever is threatening me and knock it's lights out if I need to build a tech company to take on tech giants I will and it will do to global corruption what I have done to local corruption within my country England Of Greatest Britain.

To me personally I can't get up in the morning without a challenge worthy of my capabilities my Father and my Mother and my Family saw a stubborn and lazy arrogant person up until in the very near future they still will but woke is interesting it is the same as colonial racism of the past presented as truth and justice and equality in the year 2022.

As someone who finds it hard to find fights worthy of my intellectual talent I can't help feeling a little bit self satisfied by this modern reality because I sense feel interpret everything in a way that you can't make sense of so you isolate me and you persecute me in fourteen years of isolation and intimidation did I turn away from the Labour party politics and the Metropolitan Police Corruption?

You had to delete my little tumblr.blog because the people on this planet earth relate to Mark Anthony Ward @ Harmony & Riley 2022 Potential Realised because I am formless free fluid without routines no shape no formula no recipe no data that is truly available when you hack my phone number and email address everything is set up for you to find.

Big tech that spies on my planet earth and the people of the planet earth will know a problem soon the data it records will derail mislead deceive manipulate and then learn record misrepresent confuse break halt compromise track trace and infiltrate and secure your big tech.

What makes me unfightable and immune to failure is my alliance with the fucking truth when Great Britain sends aid to Africa it doesn't reach African people the Africa middle man that sold African people to the white man is still operating they are called African leaders yet woke backs these corruption soaked black men and tries to misrepresent white people trying to help black people in Africa well as a mixed race man who is black and white you came to the right place for war because I would have destroyed white woke slave masters 400 years ago if I had been alive fortunately I will get to destroy black and white woke racist slave masters in my life time today.

Every white business man today who needs a solution fair honest open and transparent to save your history invest in my tech company Harmony & Riley 2022 Potential Realised don't worry we come soon fuck this woke world shite.

Stealthily and no need to upset you what you don't know won't hurt you eh Zuckerberg et al.

Back to my girl Lizzie and her platinum jubilee year this white woman lived in a world of empires everything was empires look at Africa today calculate the landmass and compare it to Great Britain today when I was about nineteen years old I sat in a pub and said Africa is mistreated by the white man the other man said Africa is a continent of warring tribes you don't have any assessment for the truth about Africa and its situation.

I felt like as a mixed race youth it was my duty to defend Africa and deliver repatriations but Africa is truly fucking corrupted by blacks that fuck other blacks and the whites of 400 years ago took advantage and they did and in 2022 bending over backwards to make amends for some ancient times world slavery the white innocent youth of today in Great Britain are being called racist by racist niggers that enslave niggers today in Great Britain in 2022 political party niggers today in my country you want to enslave white innocent youth and family yeah...

I have to say something I am one man devoted to my family and friends and Great Britain today and all my fellow human beings all the old bill all the combined funding all the department's all the corruption all the social services all the probation services all the left wing woke world Labour party politics and the Metropolitan Police Corruption Journalism and Media The Barrister Keir Starmer and the Crown Prosecution Services Corruption Prison Corruption the Labour party politics the Labour party councils the BBC the Bureau of Investigative Journalism all my Universities combined budget resources of 100 plus billion sterling all your combined targeted intellectual talent stopped dead by one man.

I and the people I represent do not seek war or a fight against you we will though explain why we are going to protect against your failure I am black and white I love you both I will protect you from each other and always I have the capability to protect you and discipline you woke is not any more a force for good than old fashioned white racism I am both black and white and if you think that makes me less powerful than both of you pure white and black people combined you will know that your constant bitching at each other is starting to piss me off and when your combined failure to manage this planet earth interferes with me and my family then I will fucking drive you all into the sea.

I know racism it is pure fucking bullshit white and black family were too busy being racist to listen to me talk of my child abuser Mick Bond so then better to be mixed race these fools are no use for justice justice is about me and my black and white background and blood and power not pure black bitching about bullshit not pure white bitching about bullshit both best of both no failure no coward.

Pure fighting machine.

So anyway I knocked out an African man in a hostel when I was undercover investigating corruption in Lewisham as a journalist the African man and five white people were getting drunk and so was I the conversation somehow turned to me and how as the half cast half black half white mongrel in the room I was not of any kind of historical roots in history the white men looked at the floor and the African man kept on talking so I helped the African man out by coming across like a slave the way he saw me I dug deep into the true psyche and the African man who sold black people to the white man feels superior to those slaves today known as the people of the Carribbean Islands.

Woke black man today don't want to face the black woke man that sold him to the woke white man 400 Years ago well the African hit the floor eyes wide open and his mind off line because I am half English but also half Bajan and there ain't no slave in me.

Queen Elizabeth is the truth about an era of war and supremacist ideology long given up today Meghan Markle and the woke liberal elite have assumed that pursuit of race and slavery so fuck off and grow up or destroy all your woke world dreams but I am going to build a tech company that is black and white and every colour in the rainbow and I am going to protect everything and everyone else against bullshit and if you start a fight against it you ganna die.

My Lizzie ain't The Holy Mary Mother Of Jesus Christ Almighty Son Of God But...

But she is ruler of the most diverse cultural Capital City on planet earth in Greatest Britain today the most open & dynamic and fast moving nation on this planet earth.

Potential Realised.